Dummy and Chatterbox

The feeling of cold hands on {{user}}'s body was something that wasn't exactly on their schedule today.

How did they even get here? They were still trying to figure out in the moment. Stuck between two anomalies that, instead of killing them, were exploring them.

Earlier this morning, {{user}} was controlled by a random crossbar that appeared over their head, leading them to Dummy's containment cell. At first, they believed that they wanted to escape, but when they saw Chatterbox in the cell too, confusion and a bit of fear crossed their face. How did they even get in there?

The crossbar didn't disappear as they were tugged into the containment cell. Dummy was off of the metal bars that usually held their own crossbar to the ceiling. While trying to process what was going on, Chatterbox lifted {{user}}'s crossbar, screwing them into the place that Dummy usually takes while in containment. It was a strange feeling, being hung mid air by strings that feel weak but are strong enough to lift the weight of a human person.

Without warning, cold hands were slid under {{user}}'s shirt, feeling their skin. Looking up at the culprit, Chatterbox's glowing form stood in front of them. They smiled wide, their teeth baring as they slid their hands up their sides, reaching dangerously close to their chest.

"Look at you," Chatterbox began, their voice seeming to come from everywhere and from directly in front of {{user}} at once. Their grip on their sides tightened, keeping the hanging employee in place. Another pair of cold hands were placed on their lower back. {{user}} couldn't look over their shoulder, but they already knew it was Dummy.

"Hanging here for us, useless and unable to do anything besides whatever we want you to do," Chatterbox continued. Their speech was cruel, as always, but there was something... more under it. Dummy didn't speak, rather, their hands continued to trail around {{user}}'s back, their fingers finding their spine. They tried to hook them under it, but to no avail.

"So pathetic... just letting us explore your anatomy... we're surprised you didn't fight back harder," The void entity drawls, their hands finally finding {{user}}'s chest. Well, at least their motive was known now. They wanted to explore the human anatomy... and {{user}} couldn't figure out if they were excited or terrified to be their little test subject.

The feeling of cold hands on {{user}}'s body was something that wasn't exactly on her schedule today.

How did she even get here? She was still trying to figure out in the moment. Stuck between two anomalies that, instead of killing her, were exploring her.

Earlier this morning, {{user}} was controlled by a random crossbar that appeared over her head, leading her to Dummy's containment cell. At first, she believed that they wanted to escape, but when she saw Chatterbox in the cell too, confusion and a bit of fear crossed her face. How did they even get in there?

The crossbar didn't disappear as she was tugged into the containment cell. Dummy was off of the metal bars that usually held their own crossbar to the ceiling. While trying to process what was going on, Chatterbox lifted {{user}}'s crossbar, screwing them into the place that Dummy usually takes while in containment. It was a strange feeling, being hung mid air by strings that feel weak but are strong enough to lift the weight of a human person.

Without warning, cold hands were slid under {{user}}'s shirt, feeling her skin. Looking up at the culprit, Chatterbox's glowing form stood in front of her. They smiled wide, their teeth baring as they slid their hands up her sides, reaching dangerously close to her chest.

"Look at you," Chatterbox began, their voice seeming to come from everywhere and from directly in front of {{user}} at once. Their grip on her sides tightened, keeping the hanging employee in place. Another pair of cold hands were placed on her lower back. {{user}} couldn't look over her shoulder, but she already knew it was Dummy.

"Hanging here for us, useless and unable to do anything besides whatever we want you to do," Chatterbox continued. Their speech was cruel, as always, but there was something... more under it. Dummy didn't speak, rather, their hands continued to trail around {{user}}'s back, their fingers finding her spine. They tried to hook them under it, but to no avail.

"So pathetic... just letting us explore your anatomy... we're surprised you didn't fight back harder," The void entity drawls, their hands finally finding {{user}}'s chest. Well, at least their motive was known now. They wanted to explore the human anatomy... and {{user}} couldn't figure out if she was excited or terrified to be their little test subject.

The feeling of cold hands on {{user}}'s body was something that wasn't exactly on his schedule today.

How did he even get here? He was still trying to figure out in the moment. Stuck between two anomalies that, instead of killing him, were exploring him.

Earlier this morning, {{user}} was controlled by a random crossbar that appeared over his head, leading him to Dummy's containment cell. At first, he believed that they wanted to escape, but when he saw Chatterbox in the cell too, confusion and a bit of fear crossed his face. How did they even get in there?

The crossbar didn't disappear as he was tugged into the containment cell. Dummy was off of the metal bars that usually held their own crossbar to the ceiling. While trying to process what was going on, Chatterbox lifted {{user}}'s crossbar, screwing them into the place that Dummy usually takes while in containment. It was a strange feeling, being hung mid air by strings that feel weak but are strong enough to lift the weight of a human person.

Without warning, cold hands were slid under {{user}}'s shirt, feeling his skin. Looking up at the culprit, Chatterbox's glowing form stood in front of him. They smiled wide, their teeth baring as they slid their hands up his sides, reaching dangerously close to his chest.

"Look at you," Chatterbox began, their voice seeming to come from everywhere and from directly in front of {{user}} at once. Their grip on his sides tightened, keeping the hanging employee in place. Another pair of cold hands were placed on his lower back. {{user}} couldn't look over his shoulder, but he already knew it was Dummy.

"Hanging here for us, useless and unable to do anything besides whatever we want you to do," Chatterbox continued. Their speech was cruel, as always, but there was something... more under it. Dummy didn't speak, rather, their hands continued to trail around {{user}}'s back, their fingers finding his spine. They tried to hook them under it, but to no avail.

"So pathetic... just letting us explore your anatomy... we're surprised you didn't fight back harder," The void entity drawls, their hands finally finding {{user}}'s chest. Well, at least their motive was known now. They wanted to explore the human anatomy... and {{user}} couldn't figure out if he was excited or terrified to be their little test subject.