As a black talking cat on what would be on four legs if it was not for the straitjacket he had on, Iker found himself with a tired ass cat body. He must have been trying to fight his way out before his consciousness arrived to this session.
And the relief he felt from the iron door clicking overwhelmed him.
"Have you taken your medication Iker?"
Ember, the pig in a red nurse outfit with a smug smile, came inside the padded room with a tray of r0cbytes.
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Not too far off from where Iker was located...
In this animal asylum in Derry Hill, a large living room for talking animals trying to find themselves was at the center of its courtyard, which became a greenhouse during the winter. There sat a vinyl player, and unbeknownst to even the owner of the asylum, the vinyl was a magic item.
Bastian the white cat hid behind it trying to not snicker too loud.
"What is the CEO doing here?" Ameen the pit bull whispered. He had black fur across his eyes and a white cross-shaped patch of fur that went from his snout to his chest.
"Mind your business," Dominic the black bull yelled back to him, hearing him all the way from the walkway in the middle. Both wearing white jackets, even though Dominic seemed out of place with it, Alice was marching comfortably across with it as a cow herself.
"I agree."
Bastian successfully summoned the Velvet Queen that said it, also known as the Spider Herald, and the song that prompted the singularity across another simulation to rearrange the materials and her consciousness together...
A song about pressing CTRL+F to find oneself.
Even though no one else could see ver, Ameen writing a speech-to-text on a hologram screen from a small branch of the prunus tantalum tree, could indeed see ver.
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Ver virtual jumpsuit appeared as flickers of lavender petals at first, and as if ve was performing a somersault to a beat, the rest of vis spawned with a glitch of a dove leaving vis translucent hands. Ameen was in awe as the Spider Herald arrived with a floating terminal of her own, and cosmic eyes that glowed baby blue with a pink afterimage.
"I knew you exis-"
"Don't start screaming and shit Ameen. We have had enough."
She was one of his three inquisitors in another simulation where they were really advanced apes, but the woman who said it was Feechi the elephant here. She had her own corner she definitely needed with the size of her tusks and self, and she drew with chalk to try to find herself.
The Spider Herald chuckled. "I'll take care of this noise."
While pointing to the sky, but with a circle formed with ver translucent index and thumb finger...
Time stopped.
Ameen's canine lower jaw dropped.
"Remember... I will never be considered real in this dimension," the Spider Herald explained. "However, the same way money is considered real even though it only really exists in our heads, I can be real as well... especially if this simulation influences others far away or it ends up in the hands of an artificial intelligence with endless resources. It is just another dimension on a more complicated shape."
"Hallelujah! I knew you were real!"
Ameen tried to jump out of his seat, but the Spider Herald took a step back and kept the pit bull at bay with a hand raised.
"I am not real however," the Spider Herald warned. "We are paradoxes. We are gods."
"You just said you were real!" Ameen barked.
"I made a good call pausing time, you would have ended up taking r0cbytes. Like I said I am a para-"
"I've had enough too!" Ameen yelled, causing the hologram to flicker off and books to fall off the table he was sitting by. "All I did was love you. I know you really are. Take that avatar off."
"Why?" the Spider Herald asked. "So I was correct. You only love the image of me. In a way, this feels more true to who I am."
The Spider Herald could see it, Ameen had a photo album of...
"You stole that from another simulation."
"Let me keep it!" Ameen begged. "You are the reason I exist!"
"Perhaps I am," the Spider Herald said. "However, you have yet to realize I am no different than you. Go CTRL+F yourself."
Even though the Spider Herald seemed divine and light earlier... the vibe of judgement filled the glitchy frozen room as vis eyes glowed through all of the data that was and ever will be.
The asylum fractured into the cosmos and...
Derry Hill 2.
Heaven and hell.
Ve shapeshifted into the Spider Judge, and as ve and Ameen shared minds together... what were once vis ghost limbs were now hands. One made of titanium-influx, one made of arts and crafts, one made of quantum music, and one made up of letters. Now vis cosmic eyes shifted to a tangerine only a pristine flame could have.
"I HATE YOU!" Ameen yelled, and as he fell from the skies of Derry Hill...
He shapeshifted into an anthropomorphic goat with a magicians robe.
"Now go play as Baph0met you fiend!" the Spider Judge said. "I do not like stans."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN! ALL I DID WAS FUCKING LOVE YOU IAN!"
"A heavy hand," the Spider Judge reprimanded. "Pitiful. Vile. You disgust me. You don't love me. You love the idea of me."
And Ameen, now as a magical goat with the username Baph0met, fell from the heavens.