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Sorry I haven't posted! I'm dealing with a bunch of crazy stuff right now (yet again *sigh*). I also posted a lil' teaser recently which explains more (but not much).

Alrighty! And welcome back! 

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Don't worry, Galowo, we'll wait for you! 

Copy-and-paste of the teaser, if anyone's interested:  

"What's taking them so long?"

"I'm going to check on them right now." The boy informed the woman. "Good. If they're still in prep, they shouldn't be. I've told them multiple times--their makeup doesn't have to be perfect!" The woman barked. 

The boy sped off through the studio, searching for them. They had to be here somewhere...

They finally found the reporter in the midst of a nervous breakdown. "Won? Is something wrong?" The boy asked, while innerly panicking. 

"Everything's wrong! I uploaded the new character profiles onto a computer I can't access at the moment, MY HAIR IS A MESS, and whoever got put in charge of my makeup forgot the lipstick!" The reporter wailed. The boy continued panicking.

"Right...why not just fake it for a while, even though you don't...exactly...have the main people thingies memorized?" The boy suggested. The reporter sobbed (though, strangely enough, the boy couldn't see her tears, which should have been inky with mascara).

"Fine. Fine. I guess I'll continue--but still, how dare you, suggesting that I should improvise...."

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"Welcome back to the Chatterbox News Network. Here we have reporter Won O. Gal, back with some of the latest news." A man announced.

"Thank you, Chris. Today we have more rumors of an 'attack' that many consider fake, and with good reason. Many of you have heard of vague rumors of attacking Glitches from beyond our This Month borders, and also the ravings of conspiracy theorists that insist that the tragic, incidental fire at the Chatterbox's one and only Sticky Note palace was set by 'invading glitches'. However, without proof, these theories count for nothing."

"Today, a large group of glitches was attacked and successfully transported back to their home." The reporter faded from the screen, to be replaced with a picture of several heavily-armed glitches in the middle of a forest clearing. "They were successfully tranquilized with tactics involving stealth and ranged weapons. There were no Chatterboxer injuries." 

The picture faded away, revealing the reporter once more. "The following footage was taken from a nearby trail camera." She announced as she once more disappeared, to be replaced with a video of two CBettes, and--and a boy they were pulling as they darted from the clearing. The video paused and focused on his eyes. Despite the bad quality of the video, and the pixelated zoom, it was clear--the boy's eyes were bronze-colored.

"Chatterbox Police have released an official statement saying that they believe the CBettes were attempting to transport the Glitch back to the borders of the Chatterbox, as he didn't seem to wish to go voluntarily. No real answers have been given, however."

"We would love to hear from you and what you think about these wild theories. Go to our thread at: ChatterboxNewsThreadName. Please comment--we'd love to hear from you! Back to you, Chris." 

*sobbing* Why must I be trapped on mobile!?

The two Chatterboxers lead him through the crowd. Crowds...he had never been in one before. The steel-plated walls of his home were never crowded or filled. Occasionally the other Glitches would walk by, but only one to three at a time. 

He could catch little bits of the conversations around him as he moved through. "--Of course he's concerned, it's his brother missing, after all--" "--Voldemort would totally win--" "Pffft, it's obviously Darth Vader--" "--WOOO! BEACH BALLS!" "Stop throwing your polar bear at me!"

He was so caught up in staring at this crazy, strange world of Chatterboxers he had been immersed in that he didn't notice they had stopped, and stumbled forwards, barely caught in time by Agent Winter.

A girl was in front of him. She was perched on the arm of an old sofa, her head tilted slightly to the side as she stared at him. She had raven black hair and wore simple clothing. Realm didn't really notice any of those things.

He was too busy staring at her mask. It was made of some sort of light metal, and was slightly heart-shaped, reminding him of a barn owl's white mask--er, face. Dimension had drawn pictures of barn owls after a barn owl CAPTCHA had visited...

"The winds have fallen silent." She stated. Realm blinked. "Uhm...hello to you too?" He mumbled. She laughed slightly. "I said hello. You were...distracted." She informed him. "Oh." Realm muttered. Why on earth would he be distracted when some of the people here had tails? And wings? And scales? And strange powers? And--

"...Seriously though. The winds haven't blown since...the first attack." The girl--she must be the Windwhisperer?--reminded them. Agent Winter frowned. "Glitches can't tamper with the weather. That's a Chatterboxer skill." Realm mumbled. 

"...And the wolf you saw in the clearing? That was a Chatterboxer." Agent Winter said pointedly. Realm's eyes widened. "That was--but--" 

"...So the rumors are true?" The Windwhisperer asked. Chinchilla and Agent Winter nodded in unison. "The winds spoke of this...a while ago." She stated, not quite looking at Realm. It's because I'm a Glitch, isn't it? Wait, why am I thinking about this now? A CHATTERBOXER lead me to a bunch of glitches! What's going on here!?

"I...I need to talk to others about this. Uhm...give your friend here some cookies? He's probably going to be here for a while longer..." The Windwhisperer spoke.

"Right, Storm."