The director's office is destroyed.
Not like the rest of the hospital, where it has bad but understandable states of destruction, here it seems much worse.
Like a bear went on a rampage, tearing the walls up, shattering the desk and bookshelves, and generally leaving the entire room looking like a hurricane after-photo.
“Wow…”
Rummaging around the remains of the office, dismantling some of the furniture and getting more wood and leather out of it, he stumbles across something that stands out amid the destruction.
A piece of paper, impaled onto the wall with a dagger.
“What the…”
Walking up, Joshua notices that the state of the note is actually in much better condition than the rest of the room. It's still aged, but intact.
Plucking the dagger off the wall, he grabs the paper and reads it, noting the rather bold handwriting that seems to beg for attention on the page.
[“Yo! If you're reading this, then welcome to Hell, fucker!!!”]
Joshua shudders. Is… is this really?...
[“Nah, just kidding. Bet you pissed your pants though, wish I could see it!”]
Letting out a sigh of relief, he then scowls at the paper as he continues.
[“To be honest, I've got no fuckin clue where we are. Far as I can tell, we're between the asscheeks of ‘jack shit’ and ‘fuckall’. It's been a pain in the ass, but I figured some stuff out. Leaving this note for any poor bastard that gagglefucks their way into this shithole. On the back of this page is all the info I gathered as of writing this, every nook, cranny, and crevice of this shitty ass pocket dimension (maybe? i dunno).”]
[“Hell, maybe one day you'll FIND me! Most likely as a corpse ‘cause one of Lovecraft's wet dreams tore me a new asshole, but hey, you're allowed to use my corpse however you want. I won't care, unless you sell it to pay taxes, then I will care.
Below are the coordinates of my current base. If by some miracle I am still kicking, and my holes are still in the size I left them, go here to find me.”]
Joshua finds… comfort, in knowing that there's at least one other person that's going through what he is. Even if this person talks like they're in a COD lobby, having proof of another person makes him feel good. He does find it a little strange why they are so open about their location, are they not scared of the… things around here?
Then he reads the next part.
[“Hey btw, if you're a stud do me a favor and drop fucking EVERYTHING and come over right now. I'm being dead honest, but I'm so pent up I'm about to lose my fucking mind. If a chick is reading this, I'm still down.”]
“Down bad, more like”
“Pony?”
[‘I'm like half a bottle down on the good shit while writing this, and I forgot what else I had to write. But yeah, coordinates, don’t die, please be hot, and pick up any pis that you find, blue shit, hard to miss. Yap yap yap.
Consider the dagger a gift, enchant is ass but if you got any compints just come over and I'll give you one better. Ever gotten dome so gnarly it had you wobblin with a newborn fawn? Do you want to find out? W-”]
“Oooookay just gonna skim over this part”
“Pony?”
“Closest thing we have to answers is drunk and horny. Odds are looking good for us… Christ almighty it just keeps going!”
He mumbles to himself, skimming the increasingly graphic fantasies of his mysterious intoxicated neighbor.
It seems to take up a huge chunk of the note, until near the end where he guesses the writer noticed they were running out of space.
[“Oh yeah. Other thing. Build a bunker. Underground and lined with stone. I listed out the schematics of a basic one on the back, but ‘those’ fuckers can be persistent, so repce the stone with harder shit when you can. So yeah. Good luck.
With much love, ? ”]
Joshua stares at the note for a while, then at the string of numbers written at the bottom of the page.
Pulling out his Pokenav, he grimaces at the harsh realization that…
His Pokenav doesn't show coordinates…
“...Shit”
Running a hand down his face, he shakes the aggravation out of his head. No, its still fine, he can find something that could. Maybe… he can try crafting it? He's only done basic recipes from the game, but he isn't sure if he can make things beyond the normal recipes.
Then his eyes move to the dagger, which has been twirling slowly in the air as Jophiel examines it.
[IRON DAGGER (Unbreaking I)]
The dagger, hilt and all, has a glowing swirling purple coat to it, like it's been covered in some extremely thin resin. In brief glimpses, unrecognizable white glyphs appear along the dagger before fading away.
“Enchants…”
He's forgotten about it, but now…
That's magic.
He can't do much now, but the idea of using honest to God magic excites him.
“Pony”
Jophiel gets his attention, he puts the dagger away for now.
“Right. We have things to do”
This building should be good enough for shelter, but the idea of a sort of underground bunker does male sense to him. This… which suit was it again… an ace. This ‘Ace’ person seems to know what they're talking about, even if 90% of it was lust fueled ramblings.
So he gets to work. Not sure where to start, he just picks the leftmost corner of the room and shapes his aura into a square on the ground, it does nothing until he equips his pickaxe. Disappearing into his inventory, a perfectly square hole is made.
“...this might be easier than I thought”
“Pony?”
“That's… actually true, where is Iono?”
Looking over at his chat for the first in hours, it suddenly blips to life with a notification.
[VIEWERS: 1,124]
The chat is moving quickly.
[OOOOOHHH he sees us!!!]
[Finally]
[( ′???｀) I'm so nervous]
[IonoZone: IM SO SORRY!!! (。?′д`?。)]
Joshua… isn't quiet sure what to say.
He has more viewers now… whatever that means.
So for now, he just focuses on the hole.
Yeah. Hole time.
