*Misfortune Reappears.*

My face is having uncontrollable spasms. Great. It hurts really, really, really bad.

I think part of why I have trouble explaining pain to the doctor is when they ask about the pain scale I always think “Well, if someone threw me down a flight of stairs right now or punched me a few times, it would definitely hurt a lot more” so I end up saying a low number. I was reading an article that said that “10” is the most commonly reported number and that is baffling to me. When I woke up from surgery with an 8" incision in my body and I could hardly even speak, I was in the most horrific pain of my life but I said “6” because I thought “Well, if you hit me in the stomach, it would be worse.”

Hey, hey, oh no... you’re in the void too... Alright.. ok, here. Don’t listen to the music that may start playing or the cobra that you met. They’re hypnotizing the others and have already gotten Google and Host under their control. Be careful you two!! -Neb

"Oh no, crap, we have to help them- I trust you Neb, haven't given us a reason not to yet, and we'll try to avoid any music, but do you know any way we can help them? We need to get out of here, but we can't abandon anyone still here, controlled or not!"

°a firm nod, he looks equally distressed. Please, we can't just leave these things to use Host and Google.°

"Ok, but are you ok?"

A shout comes from another part of the void. "̶H̶e̶y̶ ̶C̶J̶?̶ ̶M̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶c̶a̶m̶e̶r̶a̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶s̶e̶e̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶ ̶f̶i̶n̶d̶ ̶m̶y̶s̶e̶l̶f̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶G̶o̶o̶g̶l̶e̶!̶"̶ - @anon-host

°Oh that's probably a good idea. He takes back his camera, glad to have it back, and begins to fiddle with the settings. He internally debates night vision vs flashlight, but he's reminded that apparently you pass out in the darkness, so flashlight it is. He checks the battery and winces, he saves up for quality cameras for a reason, but nothing has an immortal battery. He asks how bright Google could have his logo- maybe that could help?°

"He's working on it Host- but he's wondering if Google can make his logo any brighter? Maybe that might help in finding everyone?"

@anon-google

I’ll try my best, same goes for you! -Neb

°That is fair, thanks Neb°

How are things?

*you get a glimpse of an airplane. Inside is a man, focused on the screen of a computer. His grey suit and blue undershirt give off an air of buisness. Yes that is a thing. His call went unanswered, the weird and vague text he had received was more than a little worrying. Really, what had those dumbasses done now?*

*the mattresse started to float. then a coffee table, a chair, some paper, and the couch. the kitten kept purring*

°He doesn't stop filming, but shoots a <Please tell me you're almost home> to Jim, both curious and /very worried/, seems to be the overall mood for this...°

°There isn't a reply.°

*both of them have put the headphones on, CJ has pointed the camera light onto the ground to make an artificial light spot, and both have bolted*

@anon-jims . Ẃé áŕé héŕé. @anon-host áńd í őńĺӳ ẃáńt tő héĺṕ. Dőń't ӳőú tŕúśt úś?

*Purple wisps appear and wrap around Jim. They tighten around him.* 🅓🅞🅔🅢 🅝🅞 🅞🅝🅔 🅣🅡🅨 🅣🅞 🅡🅤🅝? 🅒🅞🅜🅔 🅞🅝! 🅡🅤🅝, 🅡🅐🅑🅑🅘🅣, 🅡🅤🅝!

°There's a shock, a horror, then blind panic. CJ attempts to pull, to rip at the wisps and scramble away, terror finally really flooding his veins. He didn't know what the absolute **** was happening, but for the second time in not that long a span he didn't really want to find out. It wasn't exactly as important as getting away from here like the house was on fire, which honestly might not have been as bad.°

*The twins have managed to find their way home after the tear, which thankfully hadn't drop them too far. The two sets of headphones are on the table, the open space that joined the dining, living, and kitchen rooms providing enough area for the two of them to mill about while still within sight.*

*CJ is uploading footage from his camera into the computer, a flashlight next to him. RJ was rummaging through the kitchen, occasionally producing a small flashlight from one drawer or another. He had five on the counter before he moved to the pantry. Despite the relatively normal looking scene, both are tense and tired, RJ's usual chatter doesn't flow and doesn't come as often. CJ hasn't moved from his spot in front of the computer, which isn't all that uncommon, but there's an emptiness to his routine now.*

*The snake keeps slithering though the void.* Yσυɾ Ⴆσƚԋ ɠσιɳɠ ƚσ Ⴆҽ Ⴆɾαιɳɯαʂԋҽԃ, ʂσσɳ. ⏳

*it took a moment of shocked silence before anything happened, then-*

"Oh... No, no hey no, you can't do that I'm not doing this nO-! LET US OUT!!!"

*RJ attempts to pry the snake's jaws opened, looking a mixed of frightened and angry*

°CJ is now attempting to kick the snake, aiming his foot to connect with the right side of the snake's mouth. He hits harder than he seems like he would. Nobody is stealing his brother or him if he can do anything about it.°