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Another burst of pale light erupts from the Outsider as it launches a dozen razor sharp icicles right at you.
<span class="mu-i">Shit, if he dies, I'm out of a fucking job!</span>
<span class="mu-i">Shit, if he dies, those PARADIGMS are going to do something horrid to him!</span>
<span class="mu-i">ADMINISTRATOR! I WILL GO THERE AND KILL YOU IF YOU DIE PLEASE DON'T-</span>
The voice of the facility rings through you. Before you even have time to process it, your body has already dodged the projectiles launched your way. Only one grazes your sandstone arm; Dust floating out of it now.
[???] We are a conduit now. I suppose this was our fate after being stuck as an Administrator, eh?
<span class="mu-b">A million clock chimes ring out as the Outsider vanishes, if only for a split second.</span> <span class="mu-r">It then appears five feet in front of you. Right on the edge of its radius.</span>
Your wings quickly fling you back to a safe range but holy shit, you doubt a living being could survive more than a fraction of a second in it. Hunks of metal and sandstone clinging to you have already crumbled just by that brief exposure.
[???] Ah, reminds you of capturing Final Goodnight at the Edge. Fucking thing was obnoxious and hell, did W-Company even contain it?
What the fuck? What memory is that? God, your brain feels like mush. You're...losingthethreadKEEPFOCUSKEEPFUCKINGFOCUS.
The aerial drone follows after you, broadcasting an officer (a fighter) [a true revol-] fighting. It's glorious [lovely] (haharmahaha)
Snap, snap, snap. Like popping bubbles, more and more chunks get exploding off of the Outsider. A violent gust of wind would knock it off just long enough for another snap to damage it.
It launches more and more projectiles, spinning and flying at the speed of a bullet. A few hit you center mass but the others are deflected by ease (protect the cage) [cage must be safe] <hahaha>
ha
red and blue blue and
[???] Focus. It's pretty damaged now, all you have to do is launch one more blow and it can be sent flying back.
You bite clean through your tongue, knowing it'll regenerate by the time you can speak. Focus, yes, focus. "I'm sorR.yy. That things couldn't be different. I shall c-cArry. you.r.your TORCH." Talking is hard, you're used to eliminating them in one strike.
It revs it, charging at you. The unknown part of you taking control of the wheels as your brain is becoming overwhelmed by it all. It raises the scales and the gun for you.
[???] "Anomaly contained. See you on the other side." Another snap.
It's sent flying back after one final finger snap. It slowly hovers in the air, trying its best to keep itself up. But it lands onto the walkway again; The clockwork monster grinding to a halt.
>While Having Fun has been suppressed.
You fly back to the balcony, where your two comrades have been watching on in absolute disgust. Or horror. Or...why are they. You did something good, right?
[???] You better remove those PARADIGMs quick, Administrator. You look like a fucking freak right now.
