"Thank you, I try. Did anything else of the egg's break? Was it like a prosthetic vine provider service, or?"

"I don't think so? I mean, I'm fine, and I think I was the only one using the vines for anything. ...I hope Skeppy's okay, I should maybe go check on him."

"Oh? Do you mind if I come along and see if he's okay? Since I have bullshit powers and the egg is having technical difficulties."

"Sure! --Well, I'll message him first to see if he wants visitors, but I'm sure he will."

Pause.

"He says he's fine and I don't have to visit. I guess I'll give him some space, then? I hope Bad's with him."

"Oh, okay. What even might be going wrong for him, if he didn't have vine limb replacements from the egg?"

"He was... more attached to the egg than I was? He was the first person who liked it, I'm pretty sure."

“I see. That sounds hard for him if it’s having technical difficulties. Do you think the egg will recover?”

"Gonna be honest, Yvette, I don't even really know what happened to it? I guess we'll have to wait and see."

<Yvette> Hey Skeppy, would it change your mind about whether I can come check on you if I said I destroyed every single part of the egg I could find and will not rest until I’ve freed every single person it’s twisted into a puppet and destroyed every last shred of it forevermore until nothing but bad memories remain?

<Skeppy> no

<Skeppy> who even are you

<Yvette> I was afraid you’d say that. In that case, I’d like to sincerely apologize for ignoring your preferences. It’s because you may or may not be being used as a puppet, but still. Sorry.

Yeah, she can do that. 

Then there she goes.

Roughly five thousand blocks away, there is a man on an island, inside a small house. He looks to be made entirely out of diamond; his expression, despite what the icon on this post may show, is fairly sullen.

"Hi. Sorry about this, again. This is not how I'd like to operate and for the record I owe you a favor for this bullshit. Are you free of the egg's influence?"

Then, if he's mind controlled she doesn't trust him to say, she also looks at him. With her creepy too-circular eyes made out of too-bright-to-be-sunlight.

"What the hell. Who are you. Get out of my house."

She teleports outside, then opens the door and pokes her head back in.

"I'm Yvette. I have bullshit powers and a grudge against mind control. You have been the victim of some mind control. Are you okay, dude."

"Yes. Just, like, look at me, notice how I am no longer bright red."

<Yvette> I owe you some kind of favor of bullshit power proportions for that. Again, very sorry.

<Skeppy> whatever

"Hi Yvette! Quick question, what was that?"

"Hi," she says, sounding tired and sad. This is because she is. She already feels so bad about the home invasion now! It was super justified and reasonable, but still! Not a nice thing to do, ever!! "I'm incredibly bullshit, and furthermore paranoid about the egg not being fully dead and using more people as puppets, so. I. Went and was scary about it to make sure it was not housing itself in Skeppy or something."

"Oh, okay. --Please do not be scary at me to make sure it is not housing itself in me, you can just ask politely!"

"I actually already think you're fine and my earlier completely benign conversation with you was quietly prodding you for signs of mind control, along with general information about the egg's whereabouts," she says wryly. "Instead of being dramatic and scary. I would really rather be polite."

"I'm glad you think I'm fine, Scary Powers Lady!"