You pick up the call.

The person on the end is definitely not Spit, at least…they look like some kind of cat, though you can’t see any ears on them to confirm that. Metal horns appear to be attached to their head, and you get a grim feeling that they aren’t coming off. They have the same collar style that Spit’s TCPs have, and their fur is incredibly dirty and matted, matching their equally tattered and ripped clothes.

You have never seen someone so tired.

…You are also pretty sure some of those stains are blood.


????: …glad you picked up.
????: It looks like I was able to get back to the console in time to get ahold of you.
????: My name’s Chelsea.
CHELSEA: I’d like to talk some strategy with you, but I have ground rules.
CHELSEA: 1) You aren’t to discuss what we talk about here with your team, or you risk me getting found out. There are members of your alliance that can and will cave if Spit were to try and get to them, and the more you let out, the bigger the risk of me getting beaten senseless or worse.
CHELSEA: I’d like to avoid getting my organs rearranged today. You understand.
CHELSEA: 2) You aren’t going to use any of the information I give you to harm Spit’s TCPs.
CHELSEA: It’s my first time playing this game, but I can already tell that these people don’t have any kind of inherent “evil”, even if Spit’s raising them.
CHELSEA: I was able to get to Chops, and they’re almost ready to turn rogue, but I think they’re scared of severing connection with me.
CHELSEA: I can’t guarantee I can get all of them to turn, but if you can, please avoid hurting them. It’ll make my attempts a lot harder.
CHELSEA: 3) I am risking a lot by reaching out, but from what I could tell from Spit bragging, if you lose this, you die.
CHELSEA: I hate that and I want to help you specifically get through this. You have the most on the line and tactically, you’re the most likely person to either kill or ally Spit’s TCPs as quickly and efficiently as possible.
CHELSEA: I don’t trust you. You don’t trust me, likely due to my unfortunate and unwilling affiliations. But if we’re going to discuss things, we need to call a truce.
CHELSEA: I won’t judge you, and you won’t judge me. I don’t want to be here with Spit and you don’t want to be in a position where you could die yourself. Through that, I hope we can have some degree of understanding here.
CHELSEA: Last one. 4) Don’t act like you can save me.
CHELSEA: Assuming you're the 'big softie' Spit thinks you are.
CHELSEA: I really, really don’t want to hear it.
CHELSEA: Stronger people than you have tried, and we don’t have time.
CHELSEA: So let’s save the pity and the “I’ll get you out of there!”s for Spit’s TCPs.
CHELSEA: Do I make myself clear on all of this?