Oh No.. This Is R E Ally Bad... Maybe.. CJ?? Can You Hear Me?? -Neb

Ⓐⓛⓡⓘⓖⓗⓣ. *They walk toward the portal with you.*

°CJ stops just before entering, and sticks his left hand in to test how it feels, and if something was going to eat it off.°

¶A.. camping trip.¶

"Yup! It's gonna be great, promise."

The Newscaster squinted slightly at the younger Jim. RJ either didn't notice or didn't care, because he was grabbing the last of the 'road trip snacks'. Apparently they were driving, not flying, out to a location neither of the twins would tell the elder. RJ assured him it wasn't a new place, and that there would be bathrooms and showers and it would all be fine; NJ is starting to regret saying that he would be fine with whatever the other two wanted to do.

Meanwhile, CJ was playing Tetris with what was already packed. Each little bit needed to be in the best possible spot, to maximize how much you could safely carry. That, and he specifically didn't want his cameras next to something that would jostle them too much.

Extra bags of chips in hand, RJ slid into the driver's seat, with CJ next to him. NJ tucked himself into the back, trying to figure out where exactly these two planned on taking all of them. And why keep it a secret?

°It is a surprise, Jim, so don't peak at the maps.°

¶...Alright then. As long as we aren't going to Florida I guess I don't have much to complain about. Just, did you two pack-¶

"Yeah we did- we packed all the important stuff and extras. And there's at least one nice outfit in there just in case you have a formal meeting with m- a bear, maybe a bear, in a suit, that sounds pretty funny actually-"

And thus kicked off a roadtrip filled with squinting, loud singing, gas station sandwiches, and any other matter of fun as the trio of Jims gets on the road seemingly without a hitch.

"Ok, we're in a light patch too but no papers. And yeah, CJ is here too- where are you Google? Have either of you guys heard anyone else?"

Tԋҽ ʋσιԃ ɾҽʂιԃҽɳƚʂ. *They drop the Jims in a light patch.* Tɾყ ƚσ ʅҽαʋҽ, αɳԃ ყσυ'ʅʅ ϝαʅʅ υɳƈσυɳƈισυʂ.

"Void Residents? Who are-"

*CJ manages to land on their back, still curled protectively around his camera, RJ lands on his end*

"Ow-! Wait, unconcious? Why would we be-..Jim?"

*CJ hands over his camera to RJ, who's more than a little shocked to be actually holding it. CJ looks directly at the snake and begins to sign.*

°Ok you look here you vantablack worm, you aren't getting away clean with this. I don't care who you work for, especially if you're so wrapped around their fingers that they've got you doing their dirty work, all I care about is that you're out here, stealing people and bringing them to lose who they are. My name is Jim, my brother is Jim, and we'll get out of here one way or another.°

thursday needs a meme, here’s my attempt to contribute. it’s thursday and i’m here to help. thanks

mutuals if i like your negative posts please just imagine me patting u on the back comforting you, not like i actually like that you’re hurt

*Øțťī§* meow *he did like Snow Ears.* mew!

°CJ didn't miss the glitch in his camera, nor the odd distorted voice, but he doesn't comment. His one visible eye narrows slightly, however.°

"I think they like your name better, Jim."

*he could have sworn he heard something, but he's blaming it on how late it was*

*the kitten crept out of bed and wiggled towards the computer. it's a curious bean* mew?

°CJ looked away from the screen, which holds what looks like a forum of some sort. He watches Snow Ears for a moment. You know, for my suspicions about you, you are adorable.°

Proving a point to my boyfriend.

PLEASE REBLOG if you (male or female) believe it is perfectly okay and natural for a guy of any age to cry

The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.

Hello? Is there someone else here? -Anon-Google

*At the same time as CJ signs Google's name, RJ shouts "Google?! It's us- the Jims!"*

*both look more hopeful now. Sure there was an infinite seeming darkness around them and there was still a giant snake, but if they could find eachother they could figure out a way to get out.*