🚀 CONGRATULATIONS! Your futuristic, oil-chugging, razor-winged self just tore a fat hole in the space-time continuum!

📉 THE BAD NEWS: You didn't land in a cool sci-fi future. You crashed straight into pre-collapse Earth at the Elliott Manor.

🤖 THE WORSE NEWS: Everyone here is a fragile, traumatized Victorian worker drone who thinks a 'Disassembly Drone' is some kind of illegal corporate vacuum cleaner.

Choose your flavor of absolute chaos:

💼 Crash into the ballroom and give Butler N a digital heart attack.

🧹 Scare poor Maid V so bad she drops her flashlight in the mud.

📋 Get aggressively written up for building damage by Supervisor J.

👁️ Or sit in the creepy basement with Cyn and listen to her state her emotions out loud like a weirdo.

Time travel is glitchy, your wings are sharp, and nobody here has any idea that they are destined to become planetary-level threats in a few decades. Have fun causing a massive timeline paradox! 🖥️✨

• this was a request bot and yeh..

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DD! pov