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Characters: Ammy and EVERYONE EVER!!!!!1!!!
Setting: 1-14, then Floor 18.
Format: I will follow your posting style anywhere, bby. ;o
Summary: Myopic, diabetic nerd assuming he's being sold as a sex slave. He's a genius.
Warnings: AU awkward warnings for all hamsteaks. Also warnings for: Ammy being dumb, Ammy jumping to awkwardly troubling conclusions, and Ammy discussing human trafficking.

The last Amadeus could remember, he'd been staying over at Raiden's house, too tense to sleep but too tired to not fall there eventually. He usually didn't stay over, in part because Dick was a creep and had once made a joke that he might "disappear" some day.

Well, waking up in a bodysuit, in a white room sure made Dick seem prophetic.

Ammy spent a good several minutes freaking the hell out, looking under the beds and pulling at the collar on his neck. If this was some stupid punking attempt by the older Stahler, then Ammy was going to call the cops so hard. However, after discovering the trunk and changing in to his clothes (why did he only have one teeshirt? where the hell were his socks?!), it was sort of obvious even a sociopath like Richard Stahler couldn't have pulled this off. Or at the very least, if he had he wouldn't have given the eighteen year old his stuffed rabbit as a comfort object.

This clearly meant the douche had sold Ammy in to slavery.

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Ammy had booked it from the room all the way down the stairs, rushing in some futile hope that if he wasn't spotted, he could evade his captors like some sort of blue-clad ninja. Armed only with his awesome backpack and a dream, Amadeus Ethelbert would prove everyone wrong and evade being sold as some boytoy!!!

However, despite all his rushing and adrenalin...he got tired around the eighteenth floor, and had to lean on a desk to catch his breath. This was not the time to remember how out of shape he was.

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Okay, that was the last straw. Her pokerface couldn't last at that nickname and her lips twisted into a grin.

"Karkles? Ahahahahahahahaha, Vantas would flip his shit if he heard you call him that. Which means you totally should and do it while I'm in earshot. Especially if it's the cerulean Vantas running around here." On second thought... "You better not have any shitty nicknames like that for me."

He wasn't John, true, but she felt herself falling back into the comfort she felt when talking to him. She didn't trust herself to spill her guts to this guy, especially not about the horrible things she'd recently been up to in the tower, but there was still that friendliness there that she felt like she could rely on. Like maybe he wouldn't judge her if he did know some day. Though she was determined not to tell.

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"Cerulean? Uh..." Ammy fussed with his hood, as if that'd somehow help. (It wasn't even one of his blue hoodies) But who cared, with his luck this was just more stuff he'd forgotten about the campaign. "Uh, sure! But no, you've always been Vriska to me! Victor wou-" Wait, abort Victor mentionings! "...I woulda gotten my butt kicked if I had any, trust me~"

It took Amadeus a minute to finally give up on keeping his hood straight, pitching it behind him huffily, though trying to keep smiling even while he made an ass of himself.

"...sorry, this is just so cool!!"

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Endearing was the first word to come to mind, but she quickly discarded it. There was no need for that kind of word in her vocabulary, especially not about John or Amadeus or anyone really. It was much too human of a word for her liking. Much too... nice.

"He's from a doomed timeline. Long story short, this tower brought in a bunch of doomed timelines along with our alpha timeline. So there's a bunch of trolls running around with different blood colors from the alpha timeline."

Her grin widened, and she practically preened at the comment. "Of course it's cool! Not just everyone gets the time and attention of Vriska Serket."

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"What, really?" Ammy held his chin, doing his best Sherlock. "I mean...okay, where I come from, we joked about stuff like that- uh, not that it matters much, but the whole blood thing was the other group having to make a lot of lucky rolls. So, that's..." Ammy didn't know what to make of it. This was starting to seem like too big a project for Dick to have even executed, as crafty a motherfucker as he was.

"I'm just glad you're okay! The last I heard about you wasn't..." Okay that was the single stupidest thing he could have brought up, ABORT ABORT. "Well, you're the badass! But, uh, who else is here?"

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"I'm pretty sure it was Vantas' fault for fucking up the ectobiology part of the game. But whatever, that's not really important." Vriska had had enough of the blood swapping and apparent alternate timelines to hers. She was tired of talking about them, and tired of explaining them. When his other statement started, she knew how it was going to end.

Terezi had told her that she'd stopped her, that she'd killed her. Her eyes narrowed, she would not have another person believing that she died. Any timeline where she was dead had to have been doomed, unless she died a heroic death against Jack. "Whatever you heard was wrong! If you were about to say I died, then you're definitely misinformed! No one killed me."