on the 1st day [video]

[paterelohim]

[The video starts with a confused series of clicks and shuffling noises, fumbling and images zooming by too fast to decipher. Then Chuck's face comes into view, pale and extremely stressed, looking a little green. For some reason, he's lying stomach-down in an alley.]

Oh god. What the hell is this- hello? Hello? Is this thing o-

[-His eyes widen

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[insouciantmaybe]

[gunshooting]

[... Laughter--

--the laughter of a Winchester.]

Oh, this is just too good.

[paterelohim]

[He's clearly torn between passionate loathing and pants-shitting relief, but compromises by throwing up again- and the camera probably catches the bright red in it, but don't worry, Dean, it's just the guy who saved you throwing up blood. Nothing to see here.]

Dean, what the hell's going on?

[gunshooting]

I'd love to know that myself. Scientists or some bullshit.

- Hey. Why're you puking blood?

[paterelohim]

[Because he just had the divinity sucked out of him like someone hacking out all of his internal organs with a rusty switchblade and his insides are on fire in ways that a limited human mind couldn't possibly understand?] How the hell should I know?! I feel like I'm goddamn dying and there's no one around. Or I don't think there's anyone around. Every time I try getting up I get the spins. But nobody's come and shanked me or tried to turn me into a zombie, so I figure I must be alone.

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[trickiernthou]

You won't be getting anymore visions.

[voice]

[paterelohim]

[Wide wide WIIIIIIDE eyes.]

...You're- alive? How- how are you alive?

[voice]

[trickiernthou]

This place. Now keep your revelations to yourself.

And if you call me anything but Loki I'll rip out your tongue.

[voice] ; private

[paterelohim]

Did you really have to threaten me? Come on, man. You weren't this harsh to Sam and Dean.

I don't look it right now but I'm actually happy to see you.

[invisibill]

Congratulations, you've been kidnapped by some whacked out fruitloops of scientists. Just like the rest of us.

[paterelohim]

Well that's just peachy fucking keen. What did they do to us? Did they probe me?

[invisibill]

Nah, just performed a little surgery.

[paterelohim]

...What?

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[yourgoddamnit]

-- carcinoGeneticist [CG] began trolling PROJECTILE VOMITING WASTE OF LIFE --

CG: BLUH BLUH WELCOME TO A SHITTY UNIVERSE THAT LIKELY RESIDES OUTSIDE THE TIME FRAME OF YOURS.
CG: IT'S CALLED THE DISCO.
CG: DON'T ASK ME FOR FURTHER DETAILS
CG: I DON'T FUCKING KNOW THEM AND I HAVEN'T SLEPT IN FOREVER.
CG: GO BOTHER DOUCHEBAG JAPAN ABOUT IT. HE LIKES COLLECTING ADOLESCENTS AND PITIFUL CREATURES.
CG: JEGUS
CG: ARE YOU DONE?
CG: IT'S LIKE THE PUKE NEVER ENDS.

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[paterelohim]

You type really weirdly.

I don't know why I'm puking. I can't just turn it off.

text; (five minutes later)

[paterelohim]

holy shit WHAT. This is a different universe?!

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[yourgoddamnit]

CG: FUCK YOU.
CG: I'M SICK OF EXPLAINING SO GO AHEAD AND CHALK IT UP TO ME BEING AN ALIEN.
CG: AND NO
CG: I'M NOT GOING TO ELABORATE ON THAT EITHER. NOT NOW.
CG: IF YOU'RE GOING TO ACT SHOCKED GET IT OUT OF THE WAY IMMEDIATELY BECAUSE YOUR REALITY IS NOW A DOWNWARD SPIRAL INTO FURTHER CONFUSION AND DISTRESS
CG: UNTIL YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A NUMB HUSK OF YOUR FORMER SELF.
CG: LUCKILY IN YOUR CASE IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE THERE'S MUCH WORTHWHILE TO START WITH.
CG: ANYWAY
CG: YEAH.
CG: DIFFERENT UNIVERSE.
CG: LOTS OF TIME LINES.
CG: NOT MUCH DETAIL ON THE PARTICULARS.