Hey there! Did you know that yearly check-ups are the best preventative medicine you can give to your darling CYbuddy? Their health is of the utmost importance and from the Pomeranian to the Velociraptor, it's so very necessary to give your CYbuddy what he or she needs to be as happy and healthy as can be. After all, CYbuddies are the first and last defense in the war against loneliness, so you must do your best to protect the ones you have! You wouldn't want to be a friendless CYbuddy-less loser, would you? Through thick and thin, rain or shine, your CYbuddy will love you forever. And ever. And ever. Do not disappoint your CYbuddy.
You blink and suddenly find yourself in what looks like a doctor's waiting room, completely alone aside from the robot receptionist. Posters line the walls in various degrees of friendliness. Actually, is this the vet? It kind of looks like the vet. In fact, when you look down towards your lap, there will be a creature snoozing comfortably on you. Really, how did you not notice? The creature's collar names him Fluffy. (That's a dumb name, why did you name your pet Fluffy? Be more creative!) If you decide to call out to the receptionist, they will ignore you, but soon after you will hear clacking of sharp nails on the floor as someone -- or something -- comes out of the back room.
No worries, it's just the doctor.
 Greetings! My name is Thelonious T-Bone the Third and I will be Fluffy's doctor today. I will take good care of your dear Fluffy and be right back to you with him or her in a jiffy. You can, of course, completely trust me for I am the best in the business! No other Velociraptor can treat and heal pets as well as I, most certainly. But there is one tiny little thing, you see. My nurse is out sick today and my hands are too small and dangerous to work well without accidentally killing your poor pet. So, to make up for this, I will need you to be my nurse today. Do you think you can handle that?
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PHASE I [ 09 00 ] Welcome to ViViD's state of the art pet care simulator. It looks like everyone is ready and willing to get started -- maybe a little too eager to get started. There seems to have been a minor misunderstanding actually and Dr. T-Bone seems to think that... well, that you're the pet. Didn't he see Fluffy's collar? (Still, such a dumb name!)
If you don't think fast, you're likely to be shoved into a kennel or forced into getting really uncomfortable shots (to prevent rabies, you see; side effects include dizziness, nausea, sprouting animal ears for a few hours and the increased desire to bite people). At least you'll have company since it looks like this mistake is happening to everyone. Might as well get cozy and get to know the people stuck in the kennels next to you while you're here.
PHASE II [ 1200 ] It's time to actually be the nurse! And time to treat one of Dr. T-Bone's most prominent clients. You will be led to, well, a dinosaur -- a T-Rex to be exact. And you will be told that your job is to take care of its teeth.
That's right. Someone has to clean all of those teeth. And it looks like you're the lucky sap who got the job. Don't worry, the Tyrannosaurus Rex's name tag proclaims it to be vegan (and to go by the name of Sir Gadzooks) so it should be perfectly safe to reach into that gaping maw and start cleaning those teeth.
Alternatively, you could make your dental assistant do it; looks like you weren't the only one to get dragged into this farce. The question is, which one is handling the sharp pointy objects, and which one is sticking their hand into that mouth?
Also, it's not really a vegan dinosaur, that was a great big lie. And it's very, very hungry -- now might be a good time to run.
PHASE III [ 1300 ] Hope you weren't doing anything important (like sticking your hand into the mouth of a dinosaur), because someone is now throwing a blindfold over your eyes and hustling you right into the basement. A couple of twists and turns later, and you're being shoved into what appears to be an underground... peacock fighting ring? With a jaunty peacock headband on and none of your weapons on you, it seems as though you've been mistaken for a particularly ugly peacock and have been tossed into the ring.
Look out though. Those peacocks look mean. They'll go straight for the eyes if they get the chance, and will peck away merrily at your head. Of course, the walls aren't that high all things considered (they're peacocks), so it probably wouldn't be that hard to escape the ring.
(Or, if you manage to find your way down there yourself, you can always join in on the ludicrously outlandish betting pool. It might be a good way to get some cash -- if you bet on the right peacock.
Actually, is that Mr. T-Bone in the crowd too? Someone get the quack out of here!)
PHASE IV [ 1600 ] There's someone whispering.
It's a quiet, throaty whisper, and no matter where you are in the ViViD level, you can hear it. Sometimes, it's clearer than others. Sometimes, it can barely be heard at all. But it's always there, whispering, "Come closer. Come closer. Come closer."
If you should gather up your courage and follow those whispers, they will lead you to a... bird. Upon seeing you, the bird will begin to speak again in that throaty whisper, this time detailing the destruction of your world, down to the tiniest of details, such as the look on your best friend's face as they died, or the last words of your most important person. It's almost hypnotic, so much so that you can't pull away --
And just like that, the bird squawks, and it's over. What was that about? Hopefully nobody else heard all of that.
BONUS [ xxxx ] You go to speak with the vet, whether to complain about your treatment at the hands of the others, the fact that you had to play dino dentistry or to let him know that there's an illegal peacock fighting ring below his practice, and before you know it there's talk of "just to be safe" and "you never know what someone with an attitude like that will do" -- which, what? All of a sudden Dr. T-Bone and his receptionist are shoving you into a cone of shame. How embarrassing! And no matter what you do, it just won't come off.
In fact, if nothing else, it seems magnetically attracted to the walls and anyone else wearing one. If one of those poor fools happen to be within a ten foot radius of you, prepare yourselves for a massive collision. What a pain, right? It seems like the cones won't come off until you (and your magnetic partner) get out of this confounded level. If only you could find the exit (and Fluffy too -- where'd he get off to?)
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Because... it's your job.
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Oh, well, my mistake, I completely forgot that my job description's got "gullible idiot" and "dinner entree" written all over it! I'll just go over here and lather myself in cooking sauces. You ought to come out and roll around in a fire- you're only half-baked.
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You talk too much. [ hopping off the t-rex's face! it growls and tosses its head a little, but kanda is unperturbed as he stalks toward the other person. ] Can you not handle a simple task?
[ it's kind of not simple, but, well. details. ]
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Look, kid, there's a difference between can handle and won't handle. And I'm telling you right now, I can jump right in and start picking at those teeth- but I won't, because I didn't live to be a hundred-something by pulling off dumb-ass stunts like that!
[ He holds his hands out, palms upward, in the universal gesture of "why this." ]
I'm still waiting for that one good reason, by the way.
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[ kanda's distracted from the t-rex business until styx mentions reasons again, so it's his own fault really. ]
There doesn't have to be a good reason. Just get it over with so it's happy and I can leave.
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[ Not that Styx looks or acts at all elderly, save for the wrinkles- and even then, with the way he moves, they make him look less like a really spry old guy than a really ugly young guy. ]
[ ... and, well, lots of things are his own fault, so it's par for the course, huh? ]
That's what I've been trying to tell you for, what, ten minutes- we don't HAVE to do this in the first place. Nothing's stopping us from leaving, you get me?
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Do something useful and maybe then I'll respect you.
[ as for nothing stopping them, as if on cue, the dinosaur growls again and begins lumbering to get upright. ]
I don't know, I just thought keeping this gigantic thing happy and not eating me would be a good idea.
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[ Okay, wow, he's not getting paid nearly enough to deal with big growly terror lizards. Styx takes a few more steps back, heading for the perceived safety of the door. ]
Are you even listening to yourself? Those're mutually exclusive! The only thing that'll make that monster happy is dinner, and unless you wanna stand around arguing about who's gonna be the appetizer and who'll be the main course, maybe you should help me find a way OUT of this fucking place!
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[ kanda is not the sharpest tool in the box. ]
And there's the door, so— [ whatever other bs kanda was going to say is lost in a roar as the t rex finally succeeds in righting itself! it lunges at kanda almost immediately because he's closest. ]
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[ The SMART thing to do would be to hurl a knife at Kanda and kick his cooling corpse down the dinosaur's gullet, and then make his getaway while he can. Instead, Styx backpedals furiously and takes his shot past Kanda's head, aiming for the T-Rex's eyes, nostrils, lips- anything he can hit, it's a big target. ]
Talk later! Get the hell out, now!
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not that kanda appreciates it or anything! he growls and runs for it, not yet drawing mugen from its sheath. he heads for the door, finally—but it had to be a door big enough for the t-rex to fit in, so if they're going to leave through it, they're also going to be leaving an opening for the t-rex. ]