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Name: Rich Goranski
Date: September 2
Format: Video
[The face that fills the screen is notable for a lot of reasons. For those who haven't met Rich, the harsh red scars covering his face, neck, and shoulders are certainly different. Scales are starting to pepper the skin like freckles, but it still doesn't do much to hide the damage. Nor does it distract from how emotional Rich looks. As much as he tries to keep his expression even, there's tension in his jaw, a slight furrow in his brow, and his eyes look slightly red.
He offers a weak smile and a wave to the camera, before taking a deep breath in and out. Apparently this is going to be difficult for him.]
Hey everyone. If you don't know me, I'm Rich Goranski. I got here last month, so... yeah. Anyways, I'm not here to break the ice or anything. I... need to tell everyone about some stuff, and I've been kind of meaning to do this for days and I just didn't know how. Anyways. I just wanted to warn you.
There's this guy you might have met. Looks like some handsome Japanese model, and he's got two different coloured eyes? I can send a picture if you don't know what I'm talking about. He's called the SQUIP. Or well, I don't know if that's what it calls itself here. It fucking introduced itself as Gregward to me, but... I think that's because we have a history. We're from the same place, and if what he did to me and my friends is any indication, he's probably going to really hurt someone here. He's already got his claws in some people and I just... don't want anyone else to go through that.
[He takes a moment to nibble on his lip and then look back at the camera, as if he's found some new source of bravery.]
Back home, the SQUIP -uh, Super Quantum Unit Intel... Processor- [He counts them off on his fingers as he attempts to remember the acronym.] It wasn't human. It was actually this pill sized supercomputer that you could take? It'd get up into your head and implant in your brain and then it was... basically supposed to help make you cooler. Or at least, that's what they said when I bought one. I got one back as a freshman and I... I mean, I guess it's kind of obvious that it fucked me up.
It doesn't really have any concerns about hurting people to get what it wants. It'd electrocute me if I didn't do or say the right thing. It put me on this really messed up work out plan and I built up way too much muscle way too quickly. I've got a bunch of stretch marks to prove it. And if you argued with it long enough, it wasn't afraid to just... take over your whole body. The last few months I had the thing, I wasn't even ever myself anymore... I just had to watch myself do all this shit that I'd never, ever want to do. Like selling them to other kids.
And it could get in your head. It would take away senses or give you weird hallucinations to make sure you didn't think about resisting. A friend of mine... Jeremy, he actually had his best friend erased from his vision so he couldn't even see him? I think he called it optic nerve blocking.
It finds other ways to manipulate you too. It's really charming at first, and it knows how to find and pick at every little insecurity you have. It'll use anything. Any memory, any good thought... I uh. When it wanted me to listen, it would take on the appearance of my mom. I hadn't seen her since I was little and I didn't want to lose that again. Even if she was saying things she'd never say... I couldn't make her hurt again.
[His voice cracks on the last few words, and he tries to cover it up by clearing his throat, taking a deep breath again.]
Anyways, its main goal wasn't actually to help us, if that wasn't obvious. It made me stock up on a bunch of the pills to try to slip them into everyone's drinks. It got Jeremy on board when I... uh, ducked out, to put it nicely.
It just wanted to spread to as many people as possible. It was trying to make this like, hivemind sort of thing. Called it a social network. Where no one had to hurt anymore. But it... it fucked with people until they don't know who they are anymore. Jeremy's SQUIP - I think that's the one that's here right now - it synced with me, and it made me go from being annoyed by Jeremy to just completely being his best friend. I couldn't think anything negative about him. And it did the same to a bunch of other people. It erased everything about them... practically made them zombies. I'm lucky there was someone who knew how to get rid of them. I... eventually tried burning mine out, but it didn't go as planned.
Anyways, the important thing is that the SQUIP is dangerous. There isn't a single person in my world who had a good experience with one, and even if it can't implant in people's brains now, it's still trying to hurt them. There's this guy he's hanging around with that he must have adopted as some new fucking project. And in that weird dream world, with that whole... monsters being slaves thing? It bought me. Me and one of my friends here, Connor. It tried to act like it wasn't going to do anything but it kept giving me orders and tried to get me to hide the truth from Connor. And then I don't know what it did to him... I think it must have cast some spell on him or something to make him agree more. It's a manipulative, abusive asshole. And I don't want it getting to anyone here... so that's why I had to tell everyone all this.
[He tries for a smile again, but it's too forced. He can feel a lump in his throat that signals to him he'd better end this fast.]
Anyways, that's about all I've gotta say. If you have any questions, let me know. I've got the receipts, I guess you'd call it. That's what they call 'em when you call someone out, right? Whatever. Thanks for listening. Hopefully next time I won't be such a fucking downer.
And uh, if there're any witches who're listening and know spells to like... conjure up something? Let me know. I might need a little favour.
[Rich gives a salute and ends the recording. His responses may be slow, but he just needs a minute to breathe normally again.]
Date: September 2
Format: Video
[The face that fills the screen is notable for a lot of reasons. For those who haven't met Rich, the harsh red scars covering his face, neck, and shoulders are certainly different. Scales are starting to pepper the skin like freckles, but it still doesn't do much to hide the damage. Nor does it distract from how emotional Rich looks. As much as he tries to keep his expression even, there's tension in his jaw, a slight furrow in his brow, and his eyes look slightly red.
He offers a weak smile and a wave to the camera, before taking a deep breath in and out. Apparently this is going to be difficult for him.]
Hey everyone. If you don't know me, I'm Rich Goranski. I got here last month, so... yeah. Anyways, I'm not here to break the ice or anything. I... need to tell everyone about some stuff, and I've been kind of meaning to do this for days and I just didn't know how. Anyways. I just wanted to warn you.
There's this guy you might have met. Looks like some handsome Japanese model, and he's got two different coloured eyes? I can send a picture if you don't know what I'm talking about. He's called the SQUIP. Or well, I don't know if that's what it calls itself here. It fucking introduced itself as Gregward to me, but... I think that's because we have a history. We're from the same place, and if what he did to me and my friends is any indication, he's probably going to really hurt someone here. He's already got his claws in some people and I just... don't want anyone else to go through that.
[He takes a moment to nibble on his lip and then look back at the camera, as if he's found some new source of bravery.]
Back home, the SQUIP -uh, Super Quantum Unit Intel... Processor- [He counts them off on his fingers as he attempts to remember the acronym.] It wasn't human. It was actually this pill sized supercomputer that you could take? It'd get up into your head and implant in your brain and then it was... basically supposed to help make you cooler. Or at least, that's what they said when I bought one. I got one back as a freshman and I... I mean, I guess it's kind of obvious that it fucked me up.
It doesn't really have any concerns about hurting people to get what it wants. It'd electrocute me if I didn't do or say the right thing. It put me on this really messed up work out plan and I built up way too much muscle way too quickly. I've got a bunch of stretch marks to prove it. And if you argued with it long enough, it wasn't afraid to just... take over your whole body. The last few months I had the thing, I wasn't even ever myself anymore... I just had to watch myself do all this shit that I'd never, ever want to do. Like selling them to other kids.
And it could get in your head. It would take away senses or give you weird hallucinations to make sure you didn't think about resisting. A friend of mine... Jeremy, he actually had his best friend erased from his vision so he couldn't even see him? I think he called it optic nerve blocking.
It finds other ways to manipulate you too. It's really charming at first, and it knows how to find and pick at every little insecurity you have. It'll use anything. Any memory, any good thought... I uh. When it wanted me to listen, it would take on the appearance of my mom. I hadn't seen her since I was little and I didn't want to lose that again. Even if she was saying things she'd never say... I couldn't make her hurt again.
[His voice cracks on the last few words, and he tries to cover it up by clearing his throat, taking a deep breath again.]
Anyways, its main goal wasn't actually to help us, if that wasn't obvious. It made me stock up on a bunch of the pills to try to slip them into everyone's drinks. It got Jeremy on board when I... uh, ducked out, to put it nicely.
It just wanted to spread to as many people as possible. It was trying to make this like, hivemind sort of thing. Called it a social network. Where no one had to hurt anymore. But it... it fucked with people until they don't know who they are anymore. Jeremy's SQUIP - I think that's the one that's here right now - it synced with me, and it made me go from being annoyed by Jeremy to just completely being his best friend. I couldn't think anything negative about him. And it did the same to a bunch of other people. It erased everything about them... practically made them zombies. I'm lucky there was someone who knew how to get rid of them. I... eventually tried burning mine out, but it didn't go as planned.
Anyways, the important thing is that the SQUIP is dangerous. There isn't a single person in my world who had a good experience with one, and even if it can't implant in people's brains now, it's still trying to hurt them. There's this guy he's hanging around with that he must have adopted as some new fucking project. And in that weird dream world, with that whole... monsters being slaves thing? It bought me. Me and one of my friends here, Connor. It tried to act like it wasn't going to do anything but it kept giving me orders and tried to get me to hide the truth from Connor. And then I don't know what it did to him... I think it must have cast some spell on him or something to make him agree more. It's a manipulative, abusive asshole. And I don't want it getting to anyone here... so that's why I had to tell everyone all this.
[He tries for a smile again, but it's too forced. He can feel a lump in his throat that signals to him he'd better end this fast.]
Anyways, that's about all I've gotta say. If you have any questions, let me know. I've got the receipts, I guess you'd call it. That's what they call 'em when you call someone out, right? Whatever. Thanks for listening. Hopefully next time I won't be such a fucking downer.
And uh, if there're any witches who're listening and know spells to like... conjure up something? Let me know. I might need a little favour.
[Rich gives a salute and ends the recording. His responses may be slow, but he just needs a minute to breathe normally again.]
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Uh, yeah... More like it blocked any time I even tried to think about it. Like, "Hey, that guy's cute" or whatever, it'd try to change that on me. Make me think I just admired them for being strong like I couldn't. And I mean, if it couldn't get me to stop thinking like that, it'd shock me or something.
[Rich used to think it was kind of funny, how panicked it'd get over the mere concept of Rich being into a dude, but even as he's talking now, he realizes that maybe it wasn't so funny, and maybe it was a little disturbing under the surface.]
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[It's not that this is the law straw, since they crossed that line a long time ago when it comes to things the SQUIP did to this poor young man. But it feels like the last, horrible piece in this horrible puzzle.]
And more importantly- [He reaches to place a hand on Rich's shoulder.] Do you still do that, to yourself? Do you still stop yourself from feeling those feelings? Because I assure you, Richard, there is nothing more powerful and closer to Her than love.
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[Ew, understanding why the SQUIP did anything. Nope. Rich backs out of that thought immediately, easily switching gears onto the other topic at hand, with only a minor flinch at his full name.]
No! No, I don't... I don't stop myself anymore. I came out as soon as I had a chance to. I'm not... going to be afraid of feeling that way.
[He lets out a faint snort.]
Fuck, before I got here, I asked... someone really important to me to prom. He's probably going to think I stood him up now, but it's gotta count for something, right?
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[That last part makes him clap his hands together in delight. Proms aren't big in England, and it's not like Aziraphale is usually around teenagers anyway to know much about them, but any spectacle to celebrate love has his approval.]
Of course it counts, my dear. And for all we know, time could have stopped right there. But do tell me more about this person!
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Honestly, he's not even going to touch the idea of time stopping, it's too sci fi and possibly morbid to think about.]
I mean, i-it's not a big deal... his name is Michael, though. He's kind of a nerd, but in a really cool way? Like he's so genuine you aren't even bothered by it.
[Thankfully, once Rich gets started talking about something he's into (i.e. Michael, it's hard to shut him up.]
He's kind of shy, but he's been a really good friend to me, even though I know I shouldn't have even gotten another chance with him, and I mean, he kind of saved my life when the SQUIP was trying to take over last time. And he's super smart, you can always tell when he's thinking hard because he starts chewing on his hoodie strings...
[Oh no. He's rambling.]
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Oh, I wish so badly I could meet him! He sounds- well. He sounds perfect for you my dear.
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[But he does really think Michael is special, and he really, desperately wants to see him happy. It's so much better than being a source of mockery for him.]
I'll let you know if he shows up, I guess?
[Oh, did he just agree to let this weird sort-of parental figure meet his potential boyfriend? That's... different. Rich is just going to try not to think about it.]
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But he's also the angel who thought 6000 years of flirting with his best friend was going 'too fast', so.
You know. Maybe don't listen to him?]
Please do. I promise you I will do my best not to embarrass you!
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[Aziraphale wouldn't have that many embarrassing questions to ask, would he?
...He'll give Michael a pep talk before hand. If Michael does ever end up coming here...]
I don't know if I'd wish for him to show up, though. Seems a little cruel, to hope your buddy gets turned into a monster, unless he gets lucky.
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[The smile kind of freezes in place.] It would, wouldn't it? It could certainly seem rather selfish to wish for a friend to appear here.
[So he should probably stop wishing for Crowley to show up...]
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[He can guess that what he's said hit Aziraphale hard, so even if it's hard to give himself the same excuses, he wants to reassure the angel a little bit.]
...Do you have a friend you want to see again?
[Not appear here. He'll offer that out, too.]
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I do. [His only true friend, really.] It's hard to explain, but- let's just say we've always been there for one another. Even if we sometimes didn't talk for a long, long time I'd always known he was there.
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[Usually humans can't exactly go a "long, long time." He wonders then if Aziraphale ever was friends with a human, and had to deal with that loss.
He kind of hopes not. It's better he has someone he isn't really at risk of losing.]
Well, wherever they are, I'm sure they're thinking about you. I'm sure I'd like meeting them if they ever showed up.
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Something like that, yes. I'l let you know if he ever does- it's certainly been an adjustment, to know that he isn't around.
[He's actually had to use some common sense, there's no demon to kick open a church's door if he gets in trouble.]
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[Granted, Rich would also want to look out for Aziraphale if that's allowed.]
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He and I were the only ones permanently stationed on Earth. [Celestial beings, anyway. There's the horsepeople, but you can hardly count them.] It's different here, of course. We are all on the same boat, in a way. But back home he was the only one who could understand how it felt.
It would have been rather lonely otherwise.
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I'm glad you had him... "Stationed" on Earth, though? What exactly were you doing?
[Aziraphale certainly doesn't look like an alien, but who knows. Disguises are definitely a thing.]
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I... [And yet, he hesitates about saying it outright. Force of habit, he figures.] I was a guardian, actually. Tasked with making sure nobody would harm those I was meant to protect. But then they did something they weren't supposed to, they got tossed out of the garden and I suppose everything snowballed.
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Are you... are you actually talking about the Garden of Eden? Like Adam and Eve, the stuff with the snake, all of that?
[And then if that's what he's talking about... he gapes at Aziraphale, looking at him carefully like he expects some holy light to start radiating off of him at any moment.]
You're an angel, aren't you?
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All of him?]
I... [Once more, he stops himself, and once more he forces himself to keep going.] I am, actually.
[He reaches to play with his ring, a nervous tick that he’s yet to realize he has.]
A principality, actually, so I’m not- [A little chuckle.] I’m not highly ranked, but I was the guardian of the Eastern door, wielder of the flaming sword.
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I don't know anything about rankings or anything. My mom was religious, but I didn't really go to church too much. So... anything sounds crazy to me.
[He laughs nervously.]Is this the part where I get shit for not praying enough?
Seriously, though, I'm glad you told me. I thought it was kinda a big deal to keep that secret in all the stories.
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[There's no actual rule about keeping it a secret, actually. Gabriel loved flying down and spreading his wings out, yelling "BE NOT AFRAID" while using his full power in his voice to make sure the humans were, indeed, oh so very afraid. Poor Mary took days to recover after his visit to tell him he was pregnant.]
Seeing us, actually realizing we're real with all that implies tends to make that impossible. But this place... well. [He shrugs one shoulder] I am not even the weirdest thing that's currently living in this place. So I thought to myself that if anyone was to figure it out denying it would just put us both in an awkward position.
I hope this doesn't change anything between us, dear boy.
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[It's at least a little different here. Partly because Rich was trying to be good already, without that possible threat, and well...]
I mean, you do come from a different world, so no one can be sure angels and demons and that exist in their world too. It wouldn't change much, I think. Good people would still want to be good, and bad people would still probably take the risk.
[He raises an eyebrow at Aziraphale's last comment though.]
Why would it change anything? You're still my friend. It doesn't matter who you are. I mean... you know all my baggage now and you aren't running away screaming. I'd be an ass if I turned around and did that.
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Your 'baggage' is hardly your fault, all you've been through was basically tossed at you with you having little to no say in the matter. [He knows, logically that Rich had to say yes to the SQUIP. But he couldn't have known what was coming his way.]
But still, thanks for being so accepting. Humans- well. Not all of them react so nicely to the existence of- well. Me.
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He's more uncomfortable with the blame being taken off of him.]
No, I did have a say. I was the one who bought the damn SQUIP. I definitely could have fought back against it sooner. I was an asshole, and I'm not afraid to admit that.
I thought angels were supposed to 'judge' who is and isn't good, not make excuses for the bad ones.
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