Butter Testing Logs

> You find yourself in a dim classroom. The morning light filters between the shutters and grates of the bungalow, casting a low grey light over everything. The children have forgotten their notebooks, leaving them here. You always kept them safe, after all. Such thoughts begin to fade from your mind as your eyes wander down to your seated body. Beyond your body is a scattered desk, and half-finished lesson plan. You were in the middle of the note: “Explain remainders with-”
> The clock on the wall reads “6:49”. Across the classroom from your desk are two doors, both leading outside. There are three windows, one in between the doors and two more to either side of them.
> You've been human for as long as you can remember.
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> **Bonnie**
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> I'll shake my head and reread the first half of my lesson plan. What was I teaching them again? Also, I will check my pockets, do I have my phone with me?
> Also, is the language I'm reading English, or simply translated for my convenience?
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> **System**
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> You reread the first half of the lesson plan. It appears to be a review of long division. You don't have a phone in your pocket, but there is a smartphone on the desk.
> It is English.
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> **Bonnie**
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> I try to finish the lesson plan to the best of my ability. I have a solid grasp of long division. What grade am I writing this for? If the computer doesnt say, I can look around the classroom and looks for textbooks that would.
> I'll take the smartphone, and check it. Do I have any text messages?
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> **System**
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> The computer is off, currently.
> However, from the environment, you can ascertain the classroom is intended for elementary schoolers. Other than that, determining a more exact grade is difficult.
> You do not have any unread text messages.
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> **Bonnie**
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> Can I open the smartphone or computer? Do I know the passwords?
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> **System**
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> Both require passwords. You do not know the password to either.
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> **Bonnie**
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> Damn. Did I have anything else in my pocket? House keys? Car keys? A wallet?
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> **System**
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> You have keys in one pocket, and a wallet in the other.
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> **Bonnie**
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> I'll open the wallet, and check the license or ID immediately. What is my name, and what do I look like? How old am I?
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> **System**
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> The ID reads: "Jessica [Butter]", and it claims the owner was born in 1990. You look like a woman with long, straight brown hair and a kind face.
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> **Bonnie**
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> Huh. Butter. Okay...
> What is my birthdate, exactly?
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> **System**
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> 12/14/1990.
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> **Bonnie**
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> I try combinations of this as the password for the phone and computer.
> 121490
> 12141990
> 901412
> 1214
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> **System**
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> None work. It appears to be a personal computer, not a laptop.
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> **Bonnie**
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> I did assume so, yes
> What else is in my wallet? How much money? When I check the time on my phone, does it say the current date?
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> **System**
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> You have $12 in cash, and several debit and credit cards.
> It reads the current date as November 14th, 2022.
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> **Bonnie**
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> Does the ID included say my height and weight? Also, is my name the same on all the cards?
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> **System**
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> It does. You are 5'3", and 143 lbs.
> It is.
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> **Bonnie**
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> I'll leave the classroom and step out into the hallway. I will try to look for the front office and see if anyone is there. How does this school look? Is it particularly big, or worn down?
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> **System**
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> You leave the classroom, and find yourself outside. There are several other bungalows. You can go left, or right. To the right is a tall building, and to the left is a squatter building that appears to be a gym. It appears to be a public school.
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> **Bonnie**
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> So this school is not one whole building, but several disconnected ones with each serving as a classroom of some kind?
> What country do we appear to be in? What is the climate like?
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> **System**
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> It appears to have a large building, several bungalows, and a squat building that you can see.
> You appear to be in a country. Given that your ID referenced the United States, you can assume such. It's chilly out.
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> **Bonnie**
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> I'll start towards the large building. What season does it seem go be? What kinds of trees do I see? Are we in a rural area, or can I see developed civilization nearby?
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> **System**
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> You start towards the larger building. You aren't able to determine the season simply from your senses. You see trees that seem native to the United States. You are able to see a suburb around the school.
> You arrive at the larger building. The brick building looms sadly, its time long past. Stains cover the higher portions of its faces, where it is harder to clean.
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> **Bonnie**
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> No, I mean like.
> Are the trees evergreens or pines, or are they deciduous? Are they showing signs of browning from fall, or have they lost their leaves entirely, suggesting winter?
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> **System**
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> They appear to be largely evergreen. They have done neither.
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> **Bonnie**
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> Well, if they had, they wouldn't be very evergreen =w=
> Alright, does the large building have an unlocked front entrance? If so, I'll go inside and see if I can find the front office where a receptionist and the principal usually are. They may have left by now, sadly.
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> **System**
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> You aren't entering from the front, but there is a door. It appears to be locked as you pull on it.
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> **Bonnie**
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> I'd like to walk around the building to the front, and try that last order again
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> **System**
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> The door around the front is also locked.
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> **Bonnie**
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> Damn. I guess school is out for today. The keys I had, how many do I have? Do I have a fob attached that I can click to make my car beep?
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> **System**
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> You have two key rings, a smaller and larger one. The smaller key ring has a car fob on it. The larger key ring has dozens of keys on it.
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> ‘‘‘Bonnie’’’
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> ...hm. I would like to try the larger key ring on the front door. If I'm faculty, I may the keys for the locks.
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> **System**
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> You try the key ring, but to no effect. Trying the keys on the ring works better, and the eleventh key works.
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> **Bonnie**
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> Hxbxjdnxidns oh you little--
> Okay, thank you =w=
> I'll go inside, but before I do, does this school have its name on a sign out front or plastered on the building itself?
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> **System**
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> The school is named; "[Education] Elementary School"
> You enter. It's a bit warmer inside, and there's a front desk immediately. The woman sitting behind it looks away quickly, as if she didn't watch you fumble with the door for a few minutes.
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> **Bonnie**
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> I give a friendly wave and look a little sheepish. "Haha, hey, sorry about showing up this late. I actually forgot my password for my school PC, do we have a way to reset it? Or a way to pull it up and view it?"
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> **System**
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> "Oh, of course. You and you're being late, try being a little proud for once," the woman criticizes casually with a smile, "Yes, okay. Do you have a piece of paper? Wait, I have one," she says, pulling off a small piece of sticky paper and writing a long sequence of numbers and letters on it.
> "Anything else?" She asks, handing the paper over.
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> **Bonnie**
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> "Nope, that's perfect, thanks! Do you want me to lock the front door on my way out?" I look down at the piece of paper and read it.
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> "It locks...on its own. Are you feeling alright, Ms. [Butter]? If you need to call in, you still...have your sick days. I know a masseuse if it's the stress. You need to let me pay you back, at some point."
> It is simply a password; there is no pattern.
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> **Bonnie**
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> I'm not looking for a pattern, I want to know what the password is.
> I blink for a second and place a hand on my forehead. "Geez, maybe I do need a break. Sorry, just staying too late, I should get home and sleep once I'm done. Thanks again!" I'll exit the building and walk out the front door, and towards my bungalow. What time is it again? Is it 8:27?
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> **System**
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> You know the password, and can enter it henceforth.
> "Don't be sorry; I'll tell them you finally broke. Seriously, don't put so much effort in. Not like you get paid that much." The woman complains before waving, "Seeya." It is 6:59 AM.
> You re-enter the bungalow. It is 7:01 according to the clock.
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> **Bonnie**
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> OH SHIT I MISREAD THAT AS PM
> Okay that makes more sense, I'm silly. God. I'm glad these consequences don't carry over cause I feel bad abandoning my kids for today :(
> I'll go into my bungalow and check the computer. Now that I know the password, what does the homescreen look like. I also immediately open a browser and check what timezone is at 7:01 AM right now.
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> **System**
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> You check the computer. It looks like a school home screen, with a few applications and a link to a projector.
> It is MST.
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> **Bonnie**
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> What are the applications? Is there an email one? If not, I'll go on the browser and see if I'm already logged in.
> Logged in to my email, that is
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> **System**
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> There is an email application, yes.
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> **Bonnie**
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> I'll click it, who are the last sent emails from?
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> School Administration.
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> **Bonnie**
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> And what does this email say?
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> **System**
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> It speaks on the importance of respecting student's boundaries, referring to an incident involving a Physical Education coach.
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> **Bonnie**
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> Ah, gotcha. Does this email list the names of the Principal and Vice Principal? Most admin emails are signed by at least one of those, with their job title stated.
> Also, what is the last email not from school administration?
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> **System**
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> It does. The principal's name is Marylin [Roast].
> The last email not from school administration appears to be from a parent concerning late homework of their child.
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> **Bonnie**
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> How long ago was this? What are their names?
> Also, what is the actual problem, is the child turning their homework in habitually late? How did I respond, if I did?
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> **System**
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> Roughly a week. The child's name was Ruth.
> Yes. You responded that your late work policy was lenient, and scheduled a meeting five days ago to speak with the parents and child together to solve the issue.
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> **Bonnie**
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> When is the meeting scheduled?
> Sorry wait
> Did I schedule the meeting to happen 5 days ago, or did I schedule the meeting for a future date 5 days ago?
> I'd also like to still see if I am logged into my personal email on the browser. I probably won't get any emails from family or friends through my work email.
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> **System**
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> Five days ago.
> You are not.
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> **Bonnie**
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> Oh well, I guess that's that.
> I'll turn to the lesson plan. I'll look at the point I stopped, and make a note for the substitute teacher:
> "Teach until here and then you can stop, after that just stop and show them this video. https://youtu.be/LGqBQrUYua4
> Then, give them this list of problems, and I'll check their work tomorrow. Thank you!
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> 215 ÷ 5
> 189 ÷ 7
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> 96 ÷ 3
> 172 ÷ 4
> 168 ÷ 3
> 672 ÷ 6
> 1032 ÷ 8
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> Bonus: Whoever gets this question right gets a piece of candy when I get back!
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> 10660 ÷ 4"
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> **System**
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> You write such down.
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> **Bonnie**
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> Alright, now time to find out where the hell my house is. I'd like to go to the school website and see if I have any contact info or social media. If I do, such as a Facebook or something, it may have my address, an at the very least I can check it to see where I actually am.
> This is, of course, assuming the school has a website. If I cannot directly look it up because the name was obscured from me, I'll check my email and see if it was ever linked, possibly in the signing of the Principal?
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> **System**
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> You have contact info, but no social media listed on the school website. The contact info is purely work-related.
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> **Bonnie**
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> Damn. Can I look myself up online?
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> **System**
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> You look yourself up, and find multiple results. Common last name, it seems.
> However, you end up finding one of your own social media profiles. It appears you were quite thorough in making sure you didn't expose personal information; no luck.
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> **Bonnie**
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> Did I ever post pictures of myself? Do I look the same as my license photo?
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> **System**
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> You did. You look mostly the same, but appeared to have roughly twenty or so additional pounds of weight some months ago.
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> **Bonnie**
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> Damn... its not even Thanksgiving yet. I sigh and close the tab, and try to look up if its possible to factory reset my phone without the password.
> Also, I'll check the file explorer on my computer to see what I have downloaded. Anything out of the ordinary? Do I maybe have a passwords folder in here?
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> **System**
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> It is possible.
> You have nothing downloaded aside from various educational videos and images.
> You do not.
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> **Bonnie**
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> Alright... I memorize how to do so and pack up my stuff, ready to leave. I'll exit the bungalow and walk to the parking lot of this school, and click the lock button on my fob a few times to see where my car is. What make and model is it?
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> **System**
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> You do so. You wander for a moment to find the parking lot. You find your car, which appears to be an SUV of some kind. The exact make and model is unimportant.
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> I hope it is...
> I'll click unlock twice, and pop open the trunk to take stock of what is inside. You don't get a car this big for no reason.
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> You unlock the car and open the trunk. Inside are reams of printer paper, construction paper, and arts and crafts supplies. There's an empty box of pregnancy tests crushed in the corner.
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> **Bonnie**
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> Am I currently pregnant? Is that the cause for my weight gain?
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> **System**
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> You are not pregnant; the extra weight was in the past; it has since been lost.
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> **Bonnie**
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> Ah, gotcha. Okay, that's... good. I mean, sad if I'm trying, but I wouldnt want to put myself or my kid in danger like that.
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> I'll close the trunk, and climb into the driver seat. What does the inside of my car look like?
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> **System**
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> The inside of the car smells faintly of lavender, and is mostly well-kept. There's a scent-disperser on the air vent.
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> **Bonnie**
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> What's in my glovebox? And does the car show any signs of someone other than me? A significant other perhaps?
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> A small, cheaply-made taser is in the glovebox, and a number of legal documents, such as the car's registration.
> It does not; you don't know what to look for.
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> **Bonnie**
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> Legal documents!! The car's registration should have my home address on it.
> ...and ...so should my... drivers license. Man I should check that.
> Oh, the registration should also tell me what state I'm in.
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> It does. You now know your home address, but do not know how to navigate to it.
> You are in Montana.
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> I'll start the car. Does it appear to function normally? Any operating quirks I should be aware of? What level is my tank at?
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> The car functions normally, as far as you know.
> 2/3.
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> Good enough! I'll cautiously pull out, checking my mirrors for any pedestrians, and pull out of the school grounds. Does my car have a GPS? If not, I'll drive until I get out of the suburbs and try to find a gas station.
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> Your car does not have a GPS.
> You drive, and drive. You pass a few gas stations along the way, but eventually end up in an industrial area. There's a gas station here, with a few seedy individuals wandering around.
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> I... believe this may be an overextension of what "out of the suburbs" means. Apologies, I will try to be more clear. I will pull up to the gas station and pull into the closest unoccupied spot to the door (that isnt a handicapped spot), get out of my car, lock it, and walk into the gas station. I'd like to see if they have a basic GPS available, possibly in the meager electronics section. That, batteries, and phone chargers are basically all they ever have in there.
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> You pull up to the gas station and into a spot. There are no GPSs available in the store. The cashier watches you with narrow eyes.
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> I walk up to the cashier and flash him a warm smile. "Good morning! Sorry to bother you, but could I get some directions? I'm a little lost, my phone died so I cant use my GPS." I'll list the address to see if they know the general direction.
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> "Huh? Back where you came, that's the suburbs. I don't go there; I don't know that street."
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> I frown sadly. "Oh, I'm sorry. Can you direct me to the nearest supermarket then? Like a Walmart or Target?"
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> "Yeah, just down the street," they direct you.
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> I'll thank the cashier and drive to the nearest supermarket, I assume they should have a tall sign or something, or may be just visible from here. I'll head straight to the electronics section and look for a basic GPS, probably in the 20 to 40 dollar range.
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> You drive there without incident. You find a basic GPS easily enough for $122. It is the cheapest they have.
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> WOW
> Okay, alright. How basic is it? Is it's only function to tell where I currently am, and arrive at an specific destination? Can it also function as a map, and can I search destinations (i.e. search for "gas station" or "Wendy's" or "First Horizon Bank"?)
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> **System**
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> It can perform all of those tasks.
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> Great! Any other tasks? Does it also have a weather forecast application? Or a way to contact emergency services?
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> It has a rudimentary connection to weather apps, and an emergency button for roadside services.
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> Okay, I guess this is okay to buy. Does this supermarket contain an ATM?
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> **System**
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> It does not inside, but it does have one outside of the premises.
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> Okay, I'd like to go to it and insert my debit card. I won't risk withdrawing money, but I'd like to view my checkings account balance.
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> You check your account balance. It's $239.01.
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> Shit. Yeah. I don't get paid much at all.
> I'd like to check my savings account balance as well, please.
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> $1,789.52.
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> Alright, that's good. I can pay bills with that. Clearly my money situation needs sorting out. What's the tank at? If its above half of what I started with, I'll drive back the way I came. As I drive, do I see any gas for less than 3 dollars a gallon?
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> Again, at 2/3. You drive back.
> You do not.
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> Damn, what's the lowest price I see?
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> 3.19. (.9)
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> That's not the worst, it might fluctuate downwards soon. I'll stop at a gas station somewhat close to my school, and pull into the unoccupied regular parking space closest to the door, and get out.
> I don't know if this place is any nicer than the last one, but I'll go inside. Business as usual, I assume?
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> It looks somewhat less seedy. It appears to be usual within.
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> I'll grab a bag of Hershey's Kisses, I need about 30 to 40 pieces. How many desks were in my classroom again?
> I'll walk towards the counter and smile, placing the modest bag of candy on the counter. "Good morning! Hey, I'm having a bit of trouble with navigating, my phone is dead. Could you please direct me to [my address] of you know it?"
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> 36.
> You grab a bag.
> "Huh? Uh...I think that street is sorta near...wait, hold on, let me use my phone."
> A moment later...
> "Yeah right here. Just by that elementary school, it's like a block over."
> "That'll be $3.89."
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> I swipe my debit card and thank the man, making sure to ask which direction the address is relative to the elementary school. Once they've told me and the transaction is complete, I'll take my receipt, candy, and get back into my car and start driving. Now that I know the specific area the address is in, I can probably see it based on the street signs and housing numbers on the mailboxes. Do I find my home?
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> The man nods, "Yeah, no problem."
> You have directions to the address, now.
> "Have a good one," the man calls.
> You start driving. You can find the address easily enough; it is down the street from the school you began in.
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> So how does my house look? Are there any other cars parked in front of it? Any decorations for Thanksgiving?
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> Your house appears to be a normal-looking suburban house. There are no other cars parked in front of the house, nor in the driveway.
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> I'll park in the driveway, and step out of the car, locking it behind me (taking my candy because I dont want it to melt in sunlight or something). Does my house have a garage?
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> You do so. It doesn't have a garage. The house is painted white, and the pavestones are slightly dirty.
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> Is it one or two story? Does it have a fence? Do I have a garden?
> I guess regardless of the answers, I'll still continue forward to the front door. If it's locked, I'll go through my keys and try to find a match. Then, enter.
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> It's a single story, with no fence and a small garden.
> You continue forward and open the front door. As you do, something fuzzy brushes against your leg, and you hear a strong-voiced meow. There's a brown tabby cat affectionately rubbing against your calf.
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> Oh hell yeah. I kneel down and affectionately rub its head. Does it have a collar and nametag? Either way, I'll open the door and let it in as well as entering myself.
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> It responds with a purr, pushing its head up into your palm. It has a quick-release collar and nametag, which reads: "Margarine". It strolls into the house quickly, flopping down directly in your path. To your left is a self-contained kitchen, and a dining room to your right. Beyond is a living room to the left, and a hallway to the right.
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> Oh my god
> I can't believe its not Butter
> I'll walk into the living room. What does my space look like? Is it will kept? I call out into the home, curiously. "I'm hoooooome!"
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> The space seems to remarkably ordinary. There are a few picture frames, a painting, and a television. You call out, and get no response that isn't an indignant meow.
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> I'll look at the picture frames. I assumedly don't recognize any of the people, but maybe I can deduce things from them. Any family resemblance, or clues as to who they might be from the picture? Work party photos, events, birthdays, stuff like that.
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> There's two pictures of your Body with three others: another woman similar in age, and male and female that seem roughly twenty years older. The other picture is of you and a male of similar age in front of a Ferris wheel.
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> Hm... I'd like to turn the frames over, and undo the latches that hold them in place. People often write dates, locations, and even photo subjects on the back.
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> You do so, and find nothing on the first two pictures, but something on the last, "Love you forever, Jess
> XOXO
> -Jeff"
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> "Shit. Okay."
> I'm going to take my phone out of my pocket and press my finger to the power button. Does it have a biometric lock?
> I'll also put all the pictures back.
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> It does, and opens just fine.
> The pictures go back to their homes.
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> Alright, I wanna check my text messages. Any new ones? Who are my contacts?
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> No new messages, but you have a list of contacts. The most recent seem to be "Mary," "Diti," and "Anthony".
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> Do I have any family members? Mom, Dad, Grandma? Or Jeff?
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> They haven't been recently contacted. There's a "Mom," and "Dad" contact, which are both above Jeff.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> I'd like to check my text messages from Mary, Diti, and Anthony. Also, do I have my boss in my contacts? Just in case.
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> The first two appear to be close friends. There is a group chat with all three of you which appears to be the most active, usually involving organization of outings and pictures afterwards.
> Messages with Anthony appear to be thinly-veiled offers of dates from Anthony, and polite declinations by your Body.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> Ugh. What is he, friend or coworker? Can I discern from the texts?
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> Unknown. You can search further, but that may take some time.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> Ehhhhhh I can do that later. What are the last messages in the group chat?
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> They were about three days ago, and they are pictures of a trio of women - including your Body - in front of a café.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> Can I discern which is Mary and which is Diti?
> Also, I'd like to check what my last messages with Jeff where, and when they were sent.
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> One is wearing colorful clothing, and the other wears similar clothing to your Body.
> The last messages were roughly two months ago, and read,
> You: {Alright babe, I'll see you when you get here?}
> Jeff: {You bet ❤️ see you in just a bit, darlin'}
> You: {Oh shut up, you better not do that accent again}
> You: {Hey, running late or something?}
> You: {Jeff???? If you have to stay home you can, I understand, just let me know. Please respond.}
> There are no messages after that.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
>
> (
> When and what were the first messages? That might give some context.
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> You: "Hey! Is this Jeff? It's Jessica, from the party."
> Jeff: "Well well, if it isn't Jess. I thought I scared you off with the balloon trick! Lol"
> Roughly twenty-seven months ago.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> That fucking sucks. I'll look up Jeffs name using the search function in the text conversation. Was he ever, at any point, referred to by his full name?
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> At some, Jeff made a joke about taking the last name [Butter], and your Body made a sheepish joke in return about being referred to as Jessica [Lamp].
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> That's
> Cute...
> Okay, gotcha. He was important. I'm going to look him up online now, did he disappear? Or just ghosted me? Does he have an active social media or career?
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> You look him up only, and find that the most recent news was his pronunciation as dead after being missing. He went missing around two months ago - corresponding to the date of your texts - and his corpse was found a month later several hours away. The cause of death appeared to be decapitation. His body was also malnourished.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> Fuck.
> I close my phone and lean against the wall for a bit before taking a deep breath and walking out. I'll head down the hallway I saw. Does this lead to a bedroom?
> Also, am I hungry?
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> It leads to two bedrooms. One is a master bedroom, and the other has various baby-welcoming paraphernalia. It's all brand-new.
> You could eat.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> Like... like brand new? Not two months ago new?
> Is there a layer of dust on this room? How recent could I approximate from that?
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> They seem unused.
> There is a faint layer of dust. You estimate that you haven't been in here in at least a week.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> I'll shut the door to this room and ignore it will I move to the master bedroom. What is my bedroom like? How have I personalized it?
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> It seems relatively similar to the rest of the house, with simple decorations akin to the rest of the house. There's a small cat bed in the corner.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> Cool. Is there a TV in this room? And what about the bathroom?
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> There is no television here. There's a bathroom off of the master bedroom. It looks normal.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> I'll go in and look at myself in full for the first time (or at least for the first time irl, not an old picture). What is my eye color? Do I look like I've been sleeping okay?
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> You look at yourself. Your eye color is light brown, and you don't show any outward signs of physical exhaustion. You seem to be a woman with a slightly wider build, and average size.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> I'll look at myself for a while before sighing. I'll go downstairs and head for the kitchen, is there any cat food in the pantry? If so I'd like to look for Margarine's bowl and pour food if they have none. Also, can I tell if Margarine is a boy or a girl?
> I'll also check my cupboards and fridge for some food, something quick like cereal, a sandwich, or some fruit.
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> There is cat food in one of the cabinets. You pour them food.
> Margarine is a girl. She munches on the cat food and meows happily through the kibble.
> There's cereal in the cabinets and some fruit on the counter. In the fridge, there's meat and cheese to make sandwiches, but no bread.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> I'll pour a bowl of cereal. I don't know what kind Jessica buys, probably Special K or Frosted Flakes if she's feeling bad.
> I have milk, yes?
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> You do so, and have milk.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> I'll grab a spoon from a drawer. As I sit down and eat my cereal, I'll open my phone again. Jeff's murder, that can't be a coincidence. Have there been other recent reports of people killed in similar fashions? Or just a large uptick in extremely esoteric murders in general?
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> There haven't been. There have been plenty of disappearances, but Jeff is one of the only to reappear dead, let alone reappear at all.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> How many other people have gone missing in Montana in the past few months? How much of an increase in disappearances is that compared to our annual average? Do people on social media seem worried or is this just not getting a lot of attention?
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> In the past few months, over two hundred extra people have gone missing. People in social media are mostly calling for police reform and for people to remain safe against potential kidnappers.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> Hm... I'd like to look up Jeff [Lamp] online. Other than the horrific new stories, can I find out what he worked as? Or where exactly he lived? They might have included those details in the newspapers.
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> Unfortunately, the man's name only returns news about the tragedy. Though in the newspapers, it mentions he worked as a speech and debate coach for a middle school near the elementary school. Since, the club has been shut down.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> Where was his body found, specifically?
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> It was found on the side of a highway.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> Where was his last known location before he disappeared?
> Actually
> Do any of the articles have testimony from me? Did anyone interview me?
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> He was departing from his house, according to your Body.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> Where was his house located? Does it have a city name, or maybe even a district or neighborhood?
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> It was about 20 minutes from your house. It has all of those, and you know them now.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> Okay, cool. Thank you System.
> I'll get up, time to try some things. I'll walk around my house, exploring every room. Any rooms that have not been mentioned yet? Do any of my rooms have a home PC?
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> You walk around your house for a moment. There's no PC, but there is a laptop in your bedroom.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> I'll open it. Is there a password on my home computer?
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> There is.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> Damn. Well, as upsetting as it is, I'll check the nursery I left. Did it have any, uh... names? Baby rooms will sometimes have custom items with the child's name, on clothes or toys, or picture frames or even just decorative signs.
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> You check the nursery. There were no names.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> Is it clear whether it was meant for a boy or a girl?
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> It isn't.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> Huh, okay... I must've either not wanted to, or I was too early expecting to know which one.
> Just to make sure of this, I'll go into the bathroom and check my cabinet or closet, whatever I use to keep my toiletries and medicine. Do I have any pregnancy tests in here?
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> You have no pregnancy tests here, but there is an ominous box-shaped spot in the medicine.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> Ah, well I know where that is. The box was empty and crushed in the back of the trunk though, right?
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> Correct.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> Damn. I guess I won't know for now. What other medicine do I have here?
> Any medications that I'm supposed to be taking daily?
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> You have normal over-the-counter medications.
> Not that you can tell.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> So none of them are precription bottles with "Take twice a day are morning and night" labels?
> If not, I'll close the cabinet and look at the mirror again. I know my general physique and look, but what about my clothes? What am I wearing?
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> No.
> You are wearing a simple brown coat over a white shirt, and mom jeans.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> Haha more like single depressed widow jeans hahaha
> Okay anyway, I'll go to my room and get changed, either looking in my closet, armoire, drawers, or wherever I keep my clothes. I'll put on something a little more athletic, sports bra, tank top, and shorts.
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> You go to find your clothing, and find your dresser in the kid's room, of course. Get changed?
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> ...my dresser?? MY clothes are in this room??
> I mean, do they all fit me? If so, I guess I'll get changed.
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> As you consider the absurdity of the placement choice, the dresser seems to...breathe. Do you continue to change?
> The door shuts behind you, quietly.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> I'll ignore this task and begin looking out the window in the room. I'll focus intently on the trees outside, and the colour of the sky. Can I make out what time it is by the sun's position? How cloudy is it?
> I am assuming the nursery has a window because jesus it would be an oppressive place for a baby otherwise.
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> You look out the window, and your vision swims. You find yourself looking at a wall a moment later, with the crib placed on it, as if gravity in the room were horizontal. Then, gravity does become horizontal, and you begin to fall towards the wall along with the furniture.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> Is this the wall with the door? If so, or if the door is reachable from that wall, I'll brace myself for impact. Once I've taken it, I'll close my eyes tight and begin cautiously moving towards the door, trying to open it and crawl out.
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> No, this is the wall that previously held the window. The door is on the opposite side, now directly above you. You brace for impact, and bounce off of the drywall, leaving a dent. You cannot reach the door from here. You blink, and the door disappears as well. There's a baby crying, somewhere. A door reappears under your feet, and you can tell it's unlocked.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> Fine then. I jump up with my full force and land down on the door. I'll continue doing that until it works. I won't focus on anything else. If my position shifts again, I'll keep doing this against whatever surface I appear on in this room, especially the window if I can.
> Wait fuck
> No, none of that.
> I'm illiterate, unfortunately. I'll kneel on the floor and breathe deeply. I am Real. I open the door and let it swing open down to wherever it leads. What do I see? Please let it be the rest of my hallway, normal, and as it should be.
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> You open the door, fall through into your hallway the long way down. At the bottom of the fall are massive pregancy tests, with the ends sharpened into plastic points. As the first of them would impale you, you feel your body tense, and find yourself kneeling on something soft. It's a blanket.
> All around you is a massive crib, at least dozens of meters across. You hear the crying louder, now. It's coming from your mouth, bubbling from between your lips whether you try to stop it or not.
> There are massive incoming footsteps, and something darkens the sky.
> A massive pillow begins to descend towards you.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> NO
> I scream. I scream as loud as I possibly can. I scream until my throat is hoarse.
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> You scream, but your voice doesn't come out. Instead, the baby's cry gets louder as you shriek, the pillow coming down and completely covering your body. Your voice is muffled, and you cannot breathe.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> Yeah, I didn't expect my voice either.
> Is it still my Body? I still have everything on me?
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> Yes.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> If so, I will try to grab my keys from my pocket and begin tearing through the fabric furiously, trying to cut it so I can get into the fluff inside, which should be at least slightly less suffocating thanks to their airiness. Then I would like to begin tearing at the top layer of the pillow's fabric. This isn't right. You can't get rid of someone like this.
>
>
> **System**
>
>
> You grab your keys and try to cut into the pillow, but its size means the fabric is thicker. A moment later, your body is pressed flat, and your chest begins to compress.
> Your voice gurgles, and stops.
> You have been Abducted. You may not continue the experiment. Thank you for playing.
>
>
> **Bonnie**
>
>
> Thanks Hand, sorry.
> I guess at the very least I learned things I could never have found otherwise this way.
> Even if they are terrible, terrible things.
>
>
> **System**
>
>
>
> Do not apologize.
>
>

#### Notes

Bonnie was among the first to get Abducted, as documented here. Jessica [Butter]'s Abduction suggests that she murdered her child. Further testing is needed to determine if the things shown or implied during an Abduction are accurate.

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