You finally wake up from what feels like a very long nightmare. There are no more warnings from Starclan, no more sticky slime secreting from a horrifying creature. You're safe.

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Beside you is your friend Poprock. "Did you sleep well?" She asks. Had she been by your bed side all night? And how long had you been out?

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"I can see you have questions." She begins, raising a hand to silence you. "I'm an open book, down to discuss anything. I mainly communicate through discord but pms and vms are nice to. I check the site every single day, even if I don't respond. My response time has varied between 1-3 days since returning and I plan to keep it that way."

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You sit for a moment. She met the hr requirements, had consistent post schedules, and seemed to have a lot of ideas for the role. Maybe Poprock would be a good choice?

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Something shifts behind her. Your closet - you realize with a start. The door was slowly opening. A head peaked out. her head. Poprock's. She was in the closet... so who was it you were talking to?

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You slowly shift your gaze back. The original Poprock was nothing more than a oozing pile of gunk. It stared at you with a wide distorted smile. "See you soon." It warned, the goop vanishing in a blink. No, it wasn't a warning. It was a promise.

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