Chaotic Archive Vibes [FT. The Distortion]

FINALLY! Some Funky Spiral Action

Michael considered this a victory. A blow to its rival's ego. Jon grabbed it's arm, pulling himself up. "Lead the way, then." As expected, his voice was filled with sarcasm.

It didn't seem to mind the tone, possibly even ignoring it. It pulled them along, starting to chat. "You know.. I decided to try those energy drinks they've been marketing, recently."

That.. explained a lot. Still working on staying balanced, he responded, "How many did you drink?"

"Uhh. Six? Maybe eight, actually." It couldn't remember. Michael was just excited.

"Oh God.." Jon was oddly fascinated to see how Michael handed the upcoming crash it'd have.

It smiled, turning a corner."Why?"

"You'll find out."

"Great! I love surprises. -as calculated as fractals are, and the amount of intricacy the Worker-of-Clay put into these halls, unpredictability is truly the spirit of myself. And also, Archivist. Do you think it's possible for me to hallucinate?"

"Why would you ask?" He was already losing track of what it was saying. The walls might've changed again. Jon thought they were green, now.

It shifted for a second, tapping a free arm against its leg. Surprisingly, it did not impale itself. "Well.. I always manifest myself in illusions and hallucinations. So, I wonder if that would destroy my very nature, creating a possibility for a manifestation.. in myself."

"Michael. If you're that curious, I know where to get things."

"Oh?" The form seemed to twist itself around, the arm that Jon was holding seemingly just flicked to reorient itself without notice. He hadn't noticed before, but Michael became more unstable as they went through the corridors.

He nodded, keeping a calm demeanor. "Yes, but. That can be discussed later on."

"Okay." It shifted back around again, form waving as it became physical again. Michael then was quiet for a moment, and a door appeared further down the hallway.

"Where are we going, still?!"

"I dunno. I was just going to.. go through here." It opened the door, carefully skating into the next room before immediately falling. Michael turned over onto his back, leaning to take the skates off. It tossed them at a mirror, and they disappeared.

He had managed to catch the doorframe, not wanting to be pulled down. "Are you alright-."

"Why would I not be?" Michael stood up, now appearing to be wearing just socks.

"You just feel. -where even is this. Still the corridors?" He sat down, noticing the change in floor as he went to take off the skates.

"Smart, today."

"Hm." He was going to hand the skates back, but found them already replaced by his normal shoes. Jon then put them back on.

It stretched, seeming to crack its back, but all the popping sounds came from its hands. "Ready to keep going?"

"Sure.." He looked down at the carpet, squinting at the shag carpeting. Unnaturally yellow. A few long digits motioned for him to follow down the hallway. Jon then stood, slowly walking.

"What music do you listen to?" Despite it talking, Michael was humming something at the same time. The tune had a low reverb, hidden beneath its words.

He paused, looking over at the creature. Honesty, or normal music? The latter won out. "..nothing special in particular."

"All music is special. The bell chimes not to blend in, but to share a cacophony with the world. It would be boring for the campanologist without. "