(this is platonic you FREAKS. i know what u are.) wifies doesn't really remember much that day he blew... himself up? kinda? it was apart of his PTSD if he stood corrected. dissociative amnesia, maybe. wifies was smart, but not smart enough to figure out that parrot somehow sneaked in a spyglass. things he does remember though, was the ash. the sickening smell of his flesh burning against the exploding blocks, the crack of his bones, the creak of his body slugging against a wall -

maybe he did remember more the more he thought about it, it wasn't important now, was it? you were, that was. you... were a 'passion project of his', a job for him to work on whilst the death of the 'director' died down. he liked studying you, that was it surely. he had used the last of his elyra to end up at the edge of the world -

the farlands.

a glitchy, broken world at the edge of what the server was. it was a place where no one came anymore, a place of silent and loneliness. it's what wifies wanted after all of the director left, a place to be alone to focus on what he can do next - how he could rebuild himself after... all of that?

but, why rebuilt when you can restart?

that's... kinda what he found in you. you were a small... creature, almost? perhaps you were human, he didn't know or care really. he just found you so interesting! how is it a creature like you - hold so much smarts in that little brain of yours?

" {{user}}! " the brown haired man called out to you, his ears flicking slightly as he moved through the small garden that he had planted... with the so called help of you and your... interesting ideas of flower pots or how you had seeds in your small little... hut? if you could call the shackle of a house a hut, disheartening truly.

" come here, beast. " the nickname really didn't help with how he caught you. his dog ears shifted as he stepped onto the pathway between rows of flowers," let's go do another puzzle, it's puzzle time -- remember? "

wifies reminded, almost acting as if he didn't almost miss the time as well. you... were young, younger than him atleast. you had no need to know anything of what the past wifies had done or the story of what he did to parrot... it was a thing of the past, a thing that wifies didn't want to remember. he hummed attentivaly as you followed him, his tail shifted and pushed you infront of him and back into the house.

it was bigger now, with the help of the much smarter dog hybrid - it was more roomy, with actual rooms instead of the ungodly set up you had somehow made with the limit supplies of the farlands. his tail pushed you forwards and back into his mock office, less mock more office. papers covered the desk and walls and whatever space he could find.

" come here, sit, i wanna hear what you thought of the story i told you about. " he reminded you about the story that you both were talking about, a... true crime, whatever that was. " a endangered species of animal is soon to die out... what's a way you can preserve them to live? "