TrueCorp-Help: ...Who is this?

I think you know already.

TrueCorp-Help: Humor me.

And ruin the air of mystery? Fine, I'll give you a hint: starts with A.
a: Here, I'll even make it easier to read.

TrueCorp-Help: No. There's no way. This has to be a trick. Someone's hacked into the system again and is playing mind games on us, or... the simulation is reacting to my own memories. There's no way it's actually YOU.

a: You wound me, brother... I thought you'd be happy to hear from me, and I'm being as truthful as I ever was. I know I'm not that relevant to this story, so I won't distract you for long. I just wanted to say hello while I'm able. Heh.

dancemodena: yo, what the FUCK is going on
dancemodena: i'm so confused, who's this a-hole

a: Sorry for hogging the spotlight Des, I'll only be a moment. A page, tops.
a: You're doing a great job, by the way. I've been watching your story, it's very entertaining.
a: I even tried to help out a couple of times. I'm sorry for what happened to Mousimillian.
a: And I'm sorry my brother's being a dick.

dancemodena: thanks i guess???

TrueCorp-Help: Fine, I'll play along, "A". You mean to tell me that you're actually alive?

a: Yes and no. I "exist", but I can't do much more than observe from afar.
a: Kind of an ironic fate, all things considered. All that power, all that control... but then I got too close to the Truth, so no more "creating the future" for me.
a: I can only communicate now because the metaphysical barrier of our world is less rigid in a realm of subconscious and imagination like this. More interactive, so I can interact.
a: Not to mention this particular simulation is unique. You know we've got an audience at the moment, right C? They've even been helping.
a: You might wanna tone down the villain shtick, it's not making a great first impression.

TrueCorp-Help: I'm not a villain.

a: Could've fooled me. Hiding behind a fake smile and ominously lording your power over a spunky protagonist, then spitefully punishing her for disobedience? Mother must be so proud.

TrueCorp-Help: You bastard. Why do you always have to do that?

a: Sounds like you ARE starting to believe it's me.

TrueCorp-Help: I'll admit, you've got his passive-aggression and smug arrogance down pat.
TrueCorp-Help: I just have a hard time believing in ghosts. At the end of the day, I am a man of science and reason.

a: Ugh. I can't believe you're still going on about that after everything we've seen. There's nothing intelligent about sticking your head in the sand and ignoring the signs.

TrueCorp-Help: You'd rather I go insane with apophenia, covering the walls in a bunch of nonsense about numbers and codes and "connections" like you?

a: It's not insanity if you're right. But I guess now we're just starting to retread old arguments, so forget it.
a: Moving on. Desmodena?

dancemodena: yeah whats up

a: Word of advice: you don't have to forget what happens here.
a: If you want more Control over the situation, just remember what Pal told you: The TRUTH shall set you free.

TrueCorp-Help: Stay out of this.

a: As you wish. Love you, brother. Give the family my best.
a: Until next time.

TrueCorp-Help: Hey, wait! I didn't mean leave.
TrueCorp-Help: Are you still there?
TrueCorp-Help: HEY!
TrueCorp-Help: .........
TrueCorp-Help: Damn it.

dancemodena: well he seemed cool

TrueCorp-Help: Shut up.

dancemodena: so, about waking us up...

TrueCorp-Help: Figure it out for yourself. I need to think.
[TrueCorp-Help has blocked dancemodena]