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[onceaniso]

It^'s b_een a_w^hile^. Th_{e pain} h^as_n't _sto^pped, it ^ha_sn't _been s^pread. _It'_{s b}e^en ^far t_oo l_ong.

Th^at l^{ast sy}s_tem.^.. s^ta_tion m^{ay h}a_ve b_een s_pared f^ull _infe^ction^, bu_{t th}at wⁱll _{not h}^appen _agaⁱn. ^{My p}ain w_ill b_ring ^everyt^hing _to it^{s k}ne_es^! Th_{e in}fec^tion wi_ll s^pread_. Wh^at ha^ppen_{s no}w w_ill n^ot c^hange _things^.

T_he ^end i_{s co}m^ing.

Comments

[onceaniso]

[You should know better than to think he's ever gone. He missed you too. Do you miss the pain? And chin scritches? He'll fix that don't worry.]

Us^ers f_irs_t?

[Well he won't argue that. There's more than one way to cause pain.]

[recompiling]

[He should but he always thinks that anyway. Or hopes. The chin scritches were nice but the pain not so much. Can't he have one without the other?]

Not them either, virus.

[Yeah, he knows how you do things. Turning his best friend ever into a virus. B|]

[onceaniso]

[Foolish Monitor. I'm sure we can work something out.]

^You c_ann_ot st^{op m}e.

[recompiling]

[Hey, hope is just how he rolls. Don't be hatin'. So long as the working out doesn't end with getting infected.]

Have before. Will again.

[onceaniso]

[He's always hating, Anon. You should know that by now. We'll see. You did like it when it happened.]

^And yo_{u wi}ll fa_il a^gain^.

[recompiling]

[Well yes. But still. Only because you made him. He is so not doing that again.]

I will not. You will end long before me. Swear it.

[onceaniso]

[But nothing. Think of all the good times that could be had here, Anon.]

C^augh_t y_ou ^once_.

[recompiling]

[But everything you mean. They aren't good times though, they're painful times, Abraxas.]

Just once, Virus.