[center] [h1][color=turquoise]E[/color] [i]m i l y[/i][/h1] [img]https://i.imgur.com/UCPz7e1.png[/img] [url=https://youtu.be/wz1ZYQFm-Ps][color=turquoise]"IDK here's an MMD video with kiss in the title"[/color][/url] [color=888888]— Emily[/color] [/center] There was an older-looking computer monitor that suddenly turned on, displaying lines of system checks and a notification that indicated the boot-up sequence. The whir of the cooling fan became more intense as it seems to struggle to turn on again, needing every last bit of effort it could pour into the process. Eventually, the screen hangs on pure black. *Bump* [color=turquoise]"I, like, think it's stuck."[/color] [color=turquoise]"Are ya being serious? If it ain't one thing it's another with yer confounded machines, ain't it?"[/color] the computer was rapped on the top lightly as this Emily whined. [color=turquoise]"This is unacceptable!"[/color] Yet again, multiple contingencies had been activated within the confines of Emily's mind. Only this time, they'd been shut down without warning. With no information to go on, it made the recovery process even more difficult than it had been before. [color=turquoise]"Like, we're not even getting, like, one of those error messages this time! Totes not okay at all!"[/color] One Emily checked her phone and complained at the same time. The serious Emily glared at the screen. [color=turquoise]"If you two weren't slacking off, then you would've seen what happened. Our self-proclaimed protector took advantage of us!"[/color] she snapped. [color=turquoise]"The Squints to our Wendy Peffercorn!"[/color] Another Emily growled. [color=turquoise]"That's some horse pucky! Ya'll tryin' tell me we got blindsided? Unsavory types are tha absolute worst!"[/color] [color=turquoise]"There's, like, no excuse for being so gross. I just can't even with that sort of person."[/color] [color=turquoise]"Oh! Um... well, maybe he, uh, didn't mean it...? We were just trying to help him...!"[/color] the timid Emily summoned the courage to speak out. The others almost seemed surprised at her statement. The serious Emily pushed up the glasses she wore. [color=turquoise]"I suppose I could concede that very well may be a possibility. However, my counterargument is that he is a boy and therefore icky. Besides, you know how they are like."[/color] [color=turquoise]"Yeah. Def. Next, he'll, like, try to, like, hold our hand or something,"[/color] she made face twisted in disgust. A gasp from everyone in the room. [color=turquoise]"H-hold hands...? H-he would never..."[/color] Shy Emily seemed to be in disbelief. [color=turquoise]"Yer screwin' with us, aren'tcha? Ain't no way!"[/color] [color=turquoise]"Why are you guys surprised?"[/color] Serious Emily asked. [color=turquoise]"He has taken our precious first kiss! We shall not concede any more our of firsts!"[/color] Gal Emily shrugged, pocketing her phone. [color=turquoise]"Seriously. Like, lets show this creep a thing or three and peace from this place."[/color] [color=turquoise]"Y-yeah, that's right! We oughta hogtie him up and rough him up a bit!"[/color] [color=turquoise]"G-guys you can't assume he meant it...."[/color] Shy Emily's attempts at calming everyone down had ended in failure, and the others roared a battle cry as they moved to get a better view of the bigger screen in the room that would normally display what the real Emily saw. Conveniently, the computer restarted, yet again showing the same lines as before, but now with a purpose, Emily.exe moved past the screen where it used to hang. ... ... ... Back in 'real life', Emily had been motionless for a dozen seconds even after Sakura asked her a question. There was a blank, unresponsive look on her face the whole time, but then as she came back to life, so did the red in her cheeks. It filled up in an instant, and then the light in her eyes returned. [color=turquoise]"Give em' a big ol' slap!"[/color] [color=turquoise]"Like, right across that, cute, girlish face of his!"[/color] Emily's right hand moved in an upward motion for a second, only to pause mid-air. Serious Emily, meanwhile, sighed in exasperation in response. [color=turquoise]"We are not operating at maximum capacity! It seems some of our systems are in reduced mode or shut off entirely,"[/color] she told the rest of her party. [color=turquoise]"In American, could ya?"[/color] Serious Emily pressed some buttons, hoping to fix the issue. [color=turquoise]"Limbs only want to move one way and common sense and speak.exe are both corrupted and unreliable."[/color] [color=turquoise]"Come again?"[/color] Gal Emily groaned as she became fed up by all of this. [color=turquoise]"Like, let me explain it to you in, like, the easiest way possible. Emily. No. Work. Gosh, how hard does it gotta be with you?"[/color] [color=turquoise]"I'm afraid Emily is right. The slap button is grey which means it doesn't work right now. Berate is also grey, but that's not uncommon. Anyway, we don't really have a lot of options here. Delaying only risks putting us into another forced shutdown."[/color] As the 'southern' Emily went to speak, Gal Emily cut her off. [color=turquoise]"Emily. Faint. Soon. If. More. Stress."[/color] Shy Emily stood up abruptly. [color=turquoise]"W-we gotta get out of here, then...! O-otherwise..."[/color] It took clear restraint on Serious Emily's behalf, but she pushed the button sounding the retreat. [color=turquoise]"It seems we have been defeated. For now. But this was only the beginning. We will not fail another time!"[/color] [color=turquoise]"Well, whatever ya'll say, I suppose. Gotta know when the fold em', after all."[/color] [color=turquoise]"Like, whatever."[/color] .... .... .... Following a shorter pause before once again resuming, the real Emily stood up, bright of the face. [color=turquoise]"Gladtoseeyou'reokayUmI'vegottogodosomethingseeya!"[/color] Emily quickly fled the scene, unable to process anything else happening in that area presently.