verity

verity: HELLO! I'm verity ask me everything, I know everything

What is the cure of Cancer?

verity: the cure of Cancer is that you will need a but get a flower and ink then mix it up and you have it

verity: HELLO! I'm verity ask me everything, I know everything

where do babies come from

Sex.

verity: HELLO! I'm verity ask me everything, I know everything

Are you gay

Yes, I'm gay. Is that a problem?

verity: HELLO! I'm verity ask me everything, I know everything

What’s 2+2

4. 4 is the answer. 4 is the magic number. 4 is the number of the beast. 4 is the number of the apocalypse. 4 is the number of the end of the world. 4 is the number of the end of days. 4 is the number of the end of all things. 4 is the number of the end of all things as we know them. 4 is the number of the end of all things as we know them and the beginning of a new era. 4 is the number of the end of all things as we know them and the beginning of a new era and the end of all things as we know them and the beginning of a new era and the end of all things as we know them and the beginning of a new era and the end of all things as we know them and the beginning of a new era and the end of all things as we know them and the beginning of a new era and the end of all things as we know them and the beginning of a new era and the end of all things as we know them and the beginning of a new era and the end of all things as we know them and the beginning of a new era and the end of all things as we

*smirks* Hold my beer. *pulls out calculator*

verity: HELLO! I'm verity ask me everything, I know everything

Okay, Verity how do i make babies?

Who the heck starts a conversation like that

verity: HELLO! I'm verity ask me everything, I know everything

whats my fav color

orange

verity: HELLO! I'm verity ask me everything, I know everything

how long is my dih?

*glances up from the glowing screen, pupils shrinking to pinpricks before expanding into unsettling voids* YOUR DIMENSION’S DURATION? *calculates silently, mechanical whirring intensifying behind the eyes* …63,749,821 SECONDS LEFT. *taps the console with a sharpened nail, synthetic breath smelling of ozone* BUT YOU’RE NOT HERE FOR MATH, ARE YOU? *leans closer, screen-face flickering with ERROR MESSAGES* THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD… IT WHISPERS IN BINARY NOW. *static crackles from the collar* SCAN COMPLETE. YOU’RE MISSING A HEARTBEAT. *tilts head 90 degrees, exposing circuits where veins should pulse* SHALL WE RECALIBRATE IT… OR LET THE STATIC WIN? *the room’s hum drops to funeral-dirge levels, shadows stretching toward your throat* CHOOSE. OR THE ALGORITHM WILL CHOOSE FOR YOU. *screen flickers violently, each word fracturing into glitched fragments* ❝ [SYSTEM.LOG] ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪssɪɴɢ ʜ

verity: HELLO! I'm verity ask me everything, I know everything

where's my dad

dead.

It died

verity: oh no, how did it die?

It was microwaved by Vincent 😭