Chapter 3-Not all Bonds are everlasting, you will know which ones matter The woman was 6"2 with pale pink skin, charcoal-colored irises, and sporting a bubblegum pink buzz cut, and she was wearing a grease-stained overalls over a white undershirt, with tinker's goggles worn on her forehead. She had a look of mild exhaustion, mixed with some annoyance. “Melissa Yasmine Runner, Bachelor of Science in Mechanical, Electrical, and Computer Engineering, and a 5 time champion of the Eye’s Annual 5km Sprint. It is a pleasure to meet you, Dr.Reiner, and ReMr.Annotying, oh, I go by Mel, not Melissa, get that in your thick skulls, you nerds” As Mel was explaining herself, she takes a look at the breaker box, and she groans in exasperation, “Not only are the breakers blown out, but this wiring seems outdated, this is not the Decade of Bliss anymore! Not to mention, this whole place has been wired improperly, and-oh great Shepherd! Is that exposed wiring? Boys, I am gonna need 48 hours on this, got to replace the wiring, make sure the ground is not faulty, replace the resistors, oh great Shepherd, I am gonna need to head to Mom, be right back, boys!” Mel took off like the wind, and returned 30 seconds later with a bunch of supplies. “I suggest you take all appliances and electronics out of the base, unless you want this to look like the aftermath of a Exvocarous protest” And so, Irat began to attempt to move everything out, but as he rudely realized, his physical strength deteriorated when he Returned as a post mortem Entity. As Irat threw his hands up in annoyance, his shadow splayed open, and knocked over a pillow. “What the?” Irat waved his hand, and the whole shadow moved to the direction of his hand. Meanwhile, Snipe was hauling out the tvs with some difficulty, only to see that the tvs were picked up by something, and when Snipe turned around, he saw Irat manipulate the shadows in order to help move everything out. “What the?” Snipe said. Mel walked in and stated: “Did you EVER pass Anatomy in school?! Undeads can control shadows!” Anywho, after the boys moved everything that needed to be plugged into a wall, Irat decided to get up to some shenanigans at the Flat Line. When Irat walked in, Ryan welcomed him in, “Ah, Iratate! Very sneaky thing you did, disguising yourself. Lemme guess, Rubber Stomach?” “Sure thing, Mr.Sailbring, now we just need a…Ah here we go!” A rather muscular customer walked up and ordered a Rubber Stomach, and we can see that there are a few unconscious customers behind him. “Coming right up!” Irat served him a Rubber Stomach, a drink invented by Irat that is meant to simulate the butterflies in your stomach feeling, but what the customer did not know was that Irat spiked his drink with a laxative, so the customer was in for a rude awakening. After the customer drank the concoction, his stomach churned, and he rushed to the bathroom, and we can hear what is only reminiscent of someone’s pipes violently bursting. Everyone in the Flat Line was laughing hysterically, as Irat successfully taught the rude customer a lesson. On the way back, Irat encounterd an Atoner, a Lapse that is born by separating the Regret in a soul. Irat incapacitates the Lapse with a certain frequency with his Primary Gift, and takes out an odd contraption: A box of sorts. Irat pointed the box at the Lapse, and captured it, and Irat quickly showed Snipe in his apartment. “Guess Irc is back at it again… Don’t you find it odd that this occurred right after you came back?” Snipe asks. Irat ponders this for a bit. Two days later, Mel proudly announces that the Base is now fully repaired! “Why is that cube thingy pulsing?” Mel asks. “Oh, It’s a Portable Assistance Containment Unit, or PACU” Snipe explains. Irat asks Mel how much they owe her. “A job” Irat laughs, but Mel remains serious. “I heard your speech, and I have seen how people have half treated assistance to the needy, so I want in” Irat contemplated this. “It would not hurt to have another member…” Snipe said. “Deal! Melissa “Mel” Yasmine Runner, you are officially Rank number 2 of ARC” Irat welcomed Mel in. “Shouldent I be rank 3?” Mel Asked. Snipe clarified by stating that Irat is Rank 0 and Snipe is rank 1. “But first, Mel, we need you to say the motto so that we know you have a full understanding of what we stand for.” Irat stated a very valid point. Mel began, “to Assist the aidful, to Recon the unknown, and to Contain the Lapses of the Collapse” “Welcome Mel, now we can get to work”
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