Strings of Numbers

"Strings of Numbers" is a [SEASON NUMBER] thread written on [IRL DATE].
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Yun: “Holy hell, holy hell, oh no…” 
Yun’s hands were shaking as he fumbled with his phone, typing in Jin’s number again and hitting “call” hard enough to make his thumb hurt.
Jin: He jumped slightly from where he had fallen asleep in his chair as his phone rang several times, and he groaned when he realized what it was. He picked up the call and mumbled into the device, “Yeah…”
Yun: “JIN HE’S IN MY COMPUTER.”
Jin: “Who? Wha-?” he blinked once before it clicked, “Wait– Pariah? In your computer? How even, what the fuck–?” He sat up in a panic, moving the notebook out of sleep mode where he had left it on from the all nighter he just pulled, eyes scanning and refreshing the forum. He had been leaving hints in his entries as per requested, but it hadn’t yielded results so far.
Yun: “I don’t know!” Yun pushed a hand up to his face, his eyes wide and locked onto the screen of his laptop, the one thing gifted to him that allowed him to do the research that he could, and he frantically tapped the spacebar over and over again. But he’d lost control. “He’s–opening things–and–oh, my god, I am so dead–!!”
The invisible force flipped through several of his windows. At an almost untraceable speed, it flashed through several different websites–an old Livestream account for an artist, a browser window for Skype, a defunct Hipchat room–and it finally landed on a lilac-and-white-colored icon, and once the app was open, it moved to add another server to the sidebar. Yun held down the power button but it wasn’t doing anything. “Dammit–!”
Jin: Jin was standing, gripping his phone by his ear and staring down at his screens, “What’s happening? Yun, are you okay?”
Yun: Brace yourselves. 16118918 just joined the server.
Yun was biting his finger hard enough to make a mark. “I’m not gonna be if the Norns see this…” There were many usernames and messages, and his eyes hurt from trying to take all of them in. He started recognizing things. Names. Titles. “What the hell…?”
It joined the voice channel, and then it started typing.
Jin: “Yun? What’s going on?” he started pacing, “Listen I don’t know where you are, can you come here and maybe I can help…”
Yun: Yun continued to watch with shock as the Pariah began communicating with whoever was in the Discord server. His head hurt as he tried comprehending what was happening. They were talking about everyone in a way that was…
“Jin, she found…”
The text started to corrupt. 
She created you.
No, that’s…
“Ohh, Jin, I know you said you don’t communicate with the other guys but you might wanna break the rules on this one, please.”
Jin: “What? Why would I do that? She found? Who found what?”
Yun: Yun could see the Pariah breaking, and then she was…gone. He was breathing hard, and then he realized that he had control of his keyboard again after frantically doing everything he could earlier. He hesitantly started typing.
“Um…” He took in a shaky breath. “The Pariah. Not a he. A she. It’s the Warden. But not the Warden any more…she’s…the Pariah is the Warden from the wasted timeline, Jin, something happened with Milae and she got…I don’t know…” He threw a hand threw the air. “Yeeted into time-space.”
Jin: “Okay, I figured there was a correlation there…” He ran a hand through hair, “So what’s going on now? You want me to check on Milae? I don’t even know…”
He started clicking away at his keyboard, Juro met up with Milae a while ago, I remember…
Yun: “You have to talk to him. Or get someone to talk to him, and tell him what happened with his broken contract and the Pariah. I don’t know.” He pinched his phone in the crook of his neck as he typed madly. “Not related, but Deo says fuck you, I guess. Anyway…”
His eyes bugged as the. “Oh my god, they can see what’s happening. I hate this so much.” He huffed a huge sigh, pushing his glasses up. “Sorry. Off topic. I’m in a Discord server with our authors. Listen, you’re the only one I know that even knows those timelines exist. It has to be you. I can’t fix this…Milae is way more powerful than me.” He felt his heart sink a little. He wanted to help so badly.
Jin: Deo? What the fuck... “Jesus Christ, our authors–what?” Yun wasn’t making any sense and Jin was more confused than ever. He slammed his phone on his table and put in speaker and started working away on his notebook.
“Discord server… Authors… Jin Juro… Yun Milae… Pariah…” he narrowed his eyes as search results loaded, “Okay listen, if you think you really need Milae then fine, I’ll figure shit out, but I'mma need the whole story here, otherwise Juro’s gonna have a fit and I don’t know what happens then.”
The page finished loading and forum posts started popping up. BOTGD 2 Electric Boogaloo. “Who the fuck is akkeyroomi?”
Yun: “Right. Um. One of the authors.” Yun started copying and pasting all the links he could find within the server. He had a lot of reading to do. “Listen, there’s…one other thing I could try, but apparently Milae died to do it…I don’t know if I have the same powers as him with that. I haven’t died yet.” His hands were shaking again. “But I could fix it, if I try to get in the pockets. Can you search up pockets?”
Jin: “One of the authors… Of-fucking-course…” Jin mumbled as he complied, bookmarking links and moving windows around wildly. His picked up on keywords as he worked at lightning speed.
U-Earth2020
Entry: akkeyroomi
I finally picked a name for him!
U-Earth2020
Entry: akkeyroomi
suffer with me moohaha
U-Earth2020
Entry: akkeyroomi
His personality is morphing into something i dont like my fantasy is being ruINED.
“Okay, here. I found these two… posts… One’s called New Portals, and the other one’s Empty Pockets… they’re a ‘finished thread’, whatever the fuck that is…” He read on incredulously, “It’s… It’s about Akkey and Milae, they–” It’s the same fucking thing from Aidorin.
He started pulling up a new search, “They both have some type of way through.”
Yun: You can do this Yun, keep them safe.
I can…I can try.
You can do it. I believe in you.
Yun sounded congested as he spoke up again. “Okay.” He sniffed and wiped his nose, looking over all of the information he had pulled from the server. “Send me those. Then, I’ll figure out a good time to try and break through to find the Pariah.”
Jin: “Okay okay okay,” he started to grumble but checked himself as he heard Yun through the phone, “Okay there I sent it… listen, are you sure you’re okay? Maybe you should take a look yourself, there’s a bunch of shit here that you might probably understand better than me, but like I don’t fucking know what to send and whatever else I’m supposed to do…It’s just… It’s a lot man…” He said, his mind pinging at the number of rules he’s been breaking in the past week.
He suddenly spotted something and hesitated. His cursor hovered above an entry: Keep Notes - Juro Jin (Backstory).
Yun: “I saved every link I could find. My brain’s just…really broken right now.” He put his head in his hands, staring down at his phone. A leftover tear hit the glass, warping the area code of Jin’s number. “I think I’m…gonna go process this in the empty timeline, if that’s okay.”
Jin: “Y-yeah… Uh…” He hesitated again, staring at the link, but thought the better of it and clicked on the next page, “Yeah go ahead, that’s fine…”
Yun: He took a shaky breath, and then the line went down as he vanished.