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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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"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."