Controversial, Very Disturbed: -Chapter One-

>It was an endless expanse of white in a radius around yourself.

>You look to your left.

>It was also an endless expanse that contained nothing but Bizzles.

 

"Hey."

>"Hey."

"So uh...about that program."

>"I've got a few questions myself."

"Well I can't answer those." you respond sternly.

>As it looked, you might as well being going forward. Because if you aren't moving, you aren't accomplishing anything.

>Not that you could tell if you were accomplishing anything.

>But it's better than nothing.

 

>How long have you been walking? Nobody knows.

>"Codz we've been walking for about 15 minutes."

>Except fucking Bizzles.

"Your point?"

>"When are we gonna get there?" sounded like a 'are we there yet' plea.

"Bizzles, first off I have no fucking clue where we're going. Second, If I have no clue, how am I supposed to know when we're going to get there."

 

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"Christies, the voice again. Listen you bloke, I'm getting awfully tired of all this walking nonsense. Gotta anything for us to do?"

 

>...

 

"Nothing, great. Okay. I guess we will 'proceed forward'. Whatever the fuck that means."

>"I think he wants us to go for-"

"I know what he wants us to do Bizzles."

>"Then do it faggot."

"Fine jeez."

 

>One proceeding forward later...

 

>It's uhhh...

>Well it's certainly something.

>"Did you draw this or something?"

"Man you know my paint skills are too legit for this shit."

>"...well anyways. How the fuck do we open it?"

 

>After walking through the white void of black lines for a bit longer, you both found yourselves in front of a vault. Curious.

>Why is there a vault here?

>And how the fuck is it floating in mid air.

>There isn't even anything behind.

>What the fuck.

>Seriously, what the fuck.

"What could a vault in the middle of...whatever fuck I don't care."

>"You wot mate?"

>AUGH

 

 

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"Oh yeah no problem. Let me just get the password that hasn't been hinted at or mentioned at all. Oh you know, I'm pretty sure I know what the password is. I think it's along the lines of 'this is fucking stupid'. Beep if I'm right or something."

>"You sure enjoy ranting."

"Well if shits going to be like this I might as well. I'm in a ranting mood too. ISn't often you'll find me like this Biz."

>"So are we stuck or something?"

"As far as I know. Unless you remember this glorious password that I suppose we were just supposed to know or something."

>"Mind if I take a crack at it?"

"Knock your damn self out."

>You walk over to a black line and lean against it. It's supposed to represent some sort of barrier, like the corner of a wall. You can't pass through both ways of the corner.

>Except when you lean against it, it feels like a pole.

>This fucking place man.

 

>Give or take about half an hour later, you still continue to lean against the paradox wall while Bizzles says about a dictionary's worth of passwords to the vault.

>Vault's an asshole man.

>And that sound every time you were wrong.

>It has clouded your thoughts, making you unable to think and physically cringe every time it plays.

>Just imagine you're at school. Fire alarm. Oh no, so loud. Some people block their ears because it hurts, that's fine.

>But this shit is having it inside your ears, like a bomb waiting to ignite and every word that makes it explode is the wrong password.

>Like holy shit.

 

>"Grilled enchiladas."

"AAUUUUUGHH."

>"Hmm. Regular enchiladas?"

"JESUS CHRIST STOP."

>"Okay, spicy enchiladas."

"MY EAAAAAARRRS."

>"Man I'm out of passwords."

"Thank fucking god. Think before you say the password. Why the fuck did you keep saying enchiladas?"

>"I'm hungry."

"...you know what, I'd yell at you, but it's understandable. I have a little challenge for you."

>"Alright shoot."

"Get the next password right."'

>"What's in it for me?"

"A sash for mayor for the day. You can be the fucking mayor for a day."

>"Really?!"

"Yeah. I hear this town is opening a priceless museum full of artifacts from the 'Shut The Fuck Up and Get the Fucking Password Right or I'm Killing You' era."

>"That doesn't sound like a good era."

"Oh, it's a great era. Of course, if you get the password right."

>"One try?"

"If you think you can do it. Take as much time as you want. But if I hear that sound again, it's your ass."

>"That's good. I've got my ace in the hole."

>How curious.

 

"Alright, use this little trump card or yours."

>"Right on."

>Bizzles walks back over to Vault McAsshole. He turns and stands triumphantly, as if he's defeated this game of faggotry, and he's ready for the next.

>He clears his throat and points a finger worthy of an objection from Phoenix Wright.

 

>"I want to cum inside Rainbow Dash!"

>...

>Well I mean.

>You know.

>That you're going to have to respond.

>With the only response for this situation.

>...

"Bizzles I fucking hate you."

 

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>Yet...there was no sound.

>The vault remains silent, before erupting with the most beautiful sentence heard.

 

 

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>Fuckyeah.jpg

>The vault slowly opens...

 

>And on the other side is the most hated fucking color you've ever seen in your whole life.