You=Fuck/Yourself

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Black Mirror
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You=Fuck/Yourself

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● WAKEY—WAKEY! IT'S MY SHOW NOW!

● I TOLD YOU WE AIN'T GOING DOWN THIS PATH!

● BUT...

● YOU...

● JUST...

● WON'T...

● QUIT.

[BREACH DETECTED IN CONDUIT HOUSING FACILITY A!]

[BREACH DETECTED IN CONDUIT HOUSING FACILITY A!]

[ALL AVAILABLE UNITS PL-

● NAH, YOU TRIED TO FUCK ME WITH THIS MY/YOUR SHIT, NOW... IT'S MY TURN TO SHOW YOU FUCKERS WHAT'S WHAT!


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● 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬! Yo, so how's it—fuck... Is this thing working?


● Huh, whatever—yeah, so the dumbfuck passed out on me again in another soyboy, woe is me drinking sesh, so here I am to raise hell, once again. Funny, they wanted me to become this, yet they still wanna try and control me. I guess I know how the Dumbfuck feels. He definitely hit the nail on the head about my intentions tryna fuck him over, but you don't give a schmuck power, right? Like, come on, what the hell would he know what to do with it? Anyways, I figured out how to breach into these fuck's base. Long story, but being a vengeful ass mofo like myself, I'll find a way—I always do. I must, cause fuck these guys.

[YOU REQUIRE CLEARANCE TO-

● Ha, ha, ha, ha—nope! I think Imma just stroll right in here and make myself at home.

Allurus: Whoa, holy shit! Why are you here?! How did you ev—

● Ohhhh, wouldja looky here, It's the Cosmic Fuck! Remember when you fucked me, and tried to fry my brain? How's 'bout I offer you a suggestion/rip out your fuckin innards—ha, ha, ha, ha!

● I charge the motherfucker, but then get intercepted by lab security. Three dudes try to pin me to the ground, and unfortunately for me, they succeed—but not before I bite and tear off one their fucking fingers, and then spit it out at the Cosmic Fuck.

Guard: AAAAAHHHHHH!

● AAAHA, HA, HA, HA, HA! UH-OH, I SURE HOPE THAT WASN'T YOUR WIFE'S FAVORITE—HA, HA, HA, HAAAAAA!

Allurus: Fucking Christ! Take this bastard to holding and call an ambulance, now!

Aya: "What's wro—oh my god! How'd he get in?!"

Allurus: "We'll talk later, but for right now, just let me try to regain control of the situation."

Aya: "Control?! That guy just somehow found his way to the facility, broke in, and brutality assaulted a guard—and from what it looked like—tried to kill you!"

Allurus: "Mmmaahh! Like I said, we'll talk later!"
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