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akanemnon · 10 months

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TWIN RUNES MASTERPOST

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 -15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 21-1 - 21-2 - 21-3 - 22 - 23 -24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30 - 31 - 32 - 33 - 34 - 35 - 36 - 36-1 - 37 - 38 - 39 - 40 - 41 - 42 - 43 - 44 - 45 - 46 - 47 - 48 - 49 - 50 - 51 - 52 - 53 - 54 - 55 - 56 - 57

To be continued...

TWIN RUNES MINI COMICS

Glasses - Fallen down - First steps - Press [C] - Frisk Dance - But nobody came - Whatstheirface - An acquired taste - Eye opening

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TWIN RUNES - FAQ

What exactly is this AU about? Twin Runes is essentially a comedic crossover AU between the universes of Deltarune and Undertale. No fancy nicnacs. Just the characters being their chaotic selves. But there might be some darkness lurking up ahead...

When is the next comic? The comic updates most Sundays at 6:30 PM Central European Time.

Why is this AU called Twin Runes? The name is more or less a play on the typical naming format of most AU's by featuring the "Runes" part. There are no literal Twin Runes. The whole name is more of a stand in for Undertale and Deltarune as parallel worlds. Hence the "Twin" part.

When does Twin Runes take place? This AU takes place between a hypothetical Chapter 3 and Chapter 4 of Deltarune. On the Undertale side of things, it takes place post neutral route just as Frisk was about to deliver Undyne's letter to Alphys.

Is the player a thing in this AU? The player lost control over both human children as soon as Frisk entered the world of Deltarune.

When Chapter 3 and 4 are released, will it affect the story? Any chapters after Chapter 3 won't affect the story in the grand scheme of things. If possible, I might make a reference to Chapter 3, but all in all Twin Runes created a new timeline so to speak.

What's up with Kris' and Frisk's hair? The red bits of their hair is more or less a representation of their souls. That in turn is also why Chara doesn't have that feature. They are soulless. It's a stylistic choice.

What's that thing on Kris' chest? It's a scar they got from tearing out their soul.

And why do they have weird lines all over their body? Both Kris and Frisk's anatomy resemble that of ball-jointed dolls. They appear just as markings across their bodies. Think of them as elaborate birthmarks. Kris and Frisk are still made of flesh and blood, but are in fact hypermobile. The reason as to why they do is still a little secret :) People here like to refer to these markings as "puppet limbs". You can get a better look at them and the scar in this artwork

Why does Kris have braces? This is why:

Why is Dark World Frisk green? Frisk changes their main sweater colors with Kris when they enter the Dark World.

Can other ghosts see Chara? (pre Darkner transformation) No, only Frisk and Kris are able to see Chara.

IS KRIS NOW FRISK'S COUNTERPART OR CHARA'S???? :)

So, was Chara in the locket all along? No, Chara possessed the locket to become a Darkner.

Where are Jevil and Spamton? Are they in Castle Town? The Fun Gang have already fought these two in the previous chapters and added them into their inventory. Outside of that little dream sequence, neither will be making an appearance.

Is anyone from Undertale Yellow gonna make an apperance? Outside of a tiny cameo from Clover (that has no greater bearing on the story) no one from Undertale Yellow is going to make an appearance.

Is (insert character here) gonna go to the Dark World/underground? With the way the story is going to play out, only the main group will be heading to this new Dark World. The rest of the story will be taking place there.

Is the Group Project miniseries canon to Twin Runes? It was made before Twin Runes was conceived and before I had any idea I would make a series. It is it's own self-contained story. So it is NOT canon to Twin Runes, but You can read it here: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

How did you come up with the idea of Twin Runes? Twin Runes is an offshoot of a separate script I wrote. It's a similar concept but turned on its head. The funny moments in that script made me just continue what now is the start of Twin Runes. I pretty much just wanted to see if I am actually capable of drawing a comic to begin with. So... in a way Twin Runes is my first attempt at a comic ever. If I ever finish Twin Runes, then I know I can tackle turning that mammoth project of a script into a comic too. In the grand scheme of things these two projects are sister series. They have A LOT in common and even share similar plot elements. When Twin Runes is over you will automatically also know certain mysteries of The Other Script.

What is The Other Script? As of this moment I call The Other Script: "Lost in the In-Between". At its core it's an inverse of Twin Runes. I.e. Kris falling into the underground and being aided by Frisk on their quest to return home. The story and jokes are a considerably more grounded than in Twin Runes and so are the characters. Though they do have their moments from time to time. The overall mood of that script is a lot darker in nature and it's a 200+ page passion project of mine.

Am I allowed to make fanart? ABSOLUTELY! You are very welcome to make fanart if you feel like it. Please let me know if you do by tagging me, so I can share it with everyone to see so that you get the appreciation you deserve :)

Can I use the funny faces you draw for memes or for private stuff with friends? That's what they're here for :)

Is there x ship in this comic? The focus of the story is not on shipping. If it's in the game it will very likely be mentioned or brought up, but that's about it.

What pronouns do you go with for the human children? I try to stick as close as possible to the games so I use THEY/THEM FOR ALL OF THEM WITHOUT ANY EXCEPTIONS.

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ABOUT ASKS

Asks will open for 24 hours after a new comic has been released. Your questions will then be answered over the course of the week.

Try not to submit multiple asks. If necessary, just keep everything in one post.

Keep in mind that I receive AL LOT of asks, so not every question can be answered...

Questions containing spoilers will not be answered on principle. Wouldn't be as fun if the surprise was ruined, right?

Before leaving an ask (mostly for everyone who's new), please make sure to read the FAQ section above. A lot of times your question might have been answered already :>

I love memes and dumb jokes as much as the next guy, but try not to spam

It probably goes without saying, but please stay civil. I want to give everyone the respect they deserve, and naturally like to be treated the same way.

Please be mindful about drawing requests. It is understandable if you're eager to see a certain character drawn in my style, but I do not like to be bombarded by requests. The more it happens, the less likely I am to do it. Be kind and ask nicely.

Don't use other people's posts that I reblogged to ask me questions! It has happened before and I do not wish to see this!

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REFERENCE SHEETS

The following are ref sheets of characters that don't have established Dark World forms yet (as of writing this comic). The list will be updated as soon as a new character enters the Dark World. Here you will also find references of characters that might appear as surprise cameos, or maybe even completely new faces...

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#twin runes #twin runes masterpost #masterpost #deltarune comic #comic #deltarune au #crossover #undertale #my art #FAQ #frequently asked questions #important #please read #deltarune

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trashiiplant · 6 months

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I don't really ever post my oc stuff here, probably in fear it wont be received that well but ah, here I go anyway.

I finally made a slugcat oc to accompany my iterator oc, Gaze Upon a Borealis HEHE.... they're very good friends

Some notes of both below the cut:

Gaze Upon a Borealis is an iterator located in the arctic region, making her even more isolated than many other iterators. Their communication network isn't all that great. I currently don't have any proper ocs that would be a part of her local group but I DO know that it's small as hell.

She is very gentle and welcoming of any small creatures that find their way to their can. They worry over every single one every time, aware of how cold it must be for them outside. She often times assists starving creatures.

Their puppet is made to be portable in case she needs to fix some outer damage to her structure by herself. (The Beacon likes helping them with this.) There's hardly ever a proper need for that though, so she simply walks around her facility and admires the view. They gaze upon the aurora borealis often. (ayy)

Borealis can even exit their can for a certain period of time with a built in lift. They like to go on walks with Beacon every now and then.

AND OH BOY.. I rambled a bit while working on The Beacon OOPS

Anyway, here's the text if that's a bit hard to read:

-The Beacon is modified by an iterator, Gaze Upon a Borealis

-Also referred to as "Assistant" by GUB

-Specifically modified to survive the harsh climate of the arctic, where Borealis' can is located.

-Very durable and larger than most slugcats. It is awfully slow but much akin to the Gourmand, it's spear throws are quite deadly.

(2,5 dmg at most, maybe. Depends on the throw)

-Tail is designed to keep it warm, along with the thick fur

-The tail acts as a lantern, it's heat and light may lure in dangerous predators in seek of warmth.

-Rather grumpy and strict in personality. It is extremely wise due to it's old age and has acted as a mentor figure to a few slugcats in it's old colony

-Borealis managed to put it's physical aging to a halt... wont die permanently unless ascended. (screw the logic)

-At night, it's colors change to resemble the northern lights. It's tail even leaves a trail akin to one. Borealis simply thought of it as a pretty feature. Beacon finds it bothersome

-◉◉◉|◉◉◉◉◉◉ Easy peasy food pip req due to the lack of food in the arctic.

The rest is just height comparisons.

#lmk if you want more about this duo #trashy art #rain world #rain world downpour #rw #iterator oc #rain world oc #slugcat oc #rw iterator #iterator #slugcat #The Beacon #Gaze Upon a Borealis #tagging them just cause #artificer #she's there SO...#oh yeah quick note #Borealis' can doesnt produce enough heat to melt the snow lol #original character

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chronicbeans · 1 year

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I feel like I request way to much and I can't remember if I made this request already 💀 I imagined puppeteer reader having to show wally basic human things like brushing your teeth and hair and that you have to wash your clothes and when they say this wallys just like "more clothes pls" and after a lot of begging reader gives in and takes him shopping and when they're out wally sees a couple being all affectionate and is just like ":O is this how you guys show affection wowow" and tries to pull the same moves on reader 💀 (can be romantic or platonic I just love the idea of wally unknowingly rizzing up reader 😭)

OMG YES. More human Wally being confused.

Human Wally and Puppeteer Reader (part 2):

🍎 Day 3: this man is helpless. Like, you know it isn't really anyone's fault, since he is used to being a puppet and not a human, but... Come on! He tried to eat the toothpaste! Actually, not even that... HE DID EAT IT. He said he ate it because it smelled nice, so it probably tasted good, too! He was perfectly fine, afterwards, too. Sometimes you wonder if he is really entirely human...

🍎 So, when you finally decide to try to teach Wally how the shower actually works (all this time he has been sitting under the water in his clothes), you take GREAT CARE in doing so. He seems to take things very literally or get more interested in something else. Also, you don't want him to eat the shampoo or soap.

🍎"Okay, Wally, lets go through this nice and easy..." you carefully, very carefully, and extremely carefully talk over the process of how to wash his hair and body, as well as how to dry himself off. You also make sure to make it absolutely CRYSTAL CLEAR that you don't wear your clothes in the shower, and to instead take them off and leave them outside the door, for now. When you tried to go over how to brush his hair, he raises his hand and says "Oh! I got that, already! How else do you think I get my hair this well made up?"

🍎 So, you ask him, after about an hour of teaching, if he is ready to try to shower properly. He nods in excitement, watching as you leave to let him try it.

🍎 It sounds like a warzone. You have no idea what is going on, but you are way too scared to find out. You do notice that, even if he has done nothing else properly, he has left his clothes outside the door. You snatch them up, glad that you can finally get them washed up and rid them of the numerous toothpaste, ketchup, and paint stains on them.

🍎 You end up asking Angela if he can borrow some of Henry's father's old clothes, which she has refused to throw away. She was extremely torn... letting that... THING wear his clothes? But, eventually, she ended up going along with it. She had said that it was probably what he would've wanted. He was always happy to give to those in need. So, you neatly fold and outfit up, and leave them outside the door.

🍎 Two hours later, he finally gets out and peaks his head out the door to get his clothes, only to stop when he sees that they are gone. "(Y/N)! Help! Someone stole my clothes! I can't go out like this! I need to look nice!" You rush over, sighing as you point to the folded clothing, looking up to Wally, who is hiding behind "Put these on. Your clothes need to be washed." "If they needed to be washed, I could've just worn them in the shower." "PUT THE CLOTHES ON PLEASE-"

🍎 He comes out, wearing the plain white dress shirt and black dress pants you got him. To your shock, he somehow got his hair styled into his classic pompadour, even though you don't know if you have the product for it. The bathroom is mysteriously clean, despite the chaos you heard from it. Now, its time to buy him some clothes of his own.

🍎 He is like a child on Christmas morning. He sprints through the clothes aisle, getting lost three times during your trip. He throws practically anything he can find in there that resembles the clothes he wore on the show, with a few extras added on. He even runs to the women's aisle to grab a few dresses, saying they reminded him of the few times he played a princess in Sally's plays. Oh! And they also look pretty!

🍎 At the check-out, he can't help but notice these two people behind you who are acting really odd. They are cuddling really close and using the most sugary of compliments to refer to one another. Is that how he is supposed to show affection to you? He hasn't seen you do that or have that done to you... Oh no! You must feel really lonely! He needs to fix this, as your most devoted puppe- umm... Human!

🍎 As you are putting the numerous bags of (really expensive) clothing into your shopping cart, you feel Wally latch onto you from behind, nuzzling his face into your neck as he says things like "I love you so much, sugar cube!" or "Let's get married, someday!" You wheeze from both how tight he is holding you and shock, not knowing where this lovey-dovey behavior came from. Sure, he was always clingy, but it was more in a "worship" way, not "we are suddenly dating now" way.

🍎 The cashier giggles, mentioning how the two of you are "such a cute couple and would make an even cuter married couple!" You decide to stay quiet in the store, walking out with the clothes in the cart and Wally hanging onto you like a lifeline.

🍎 You pack everything in the car, before sitting in the driver's seat and turning to Wally. "What were you doing back there? Are you trying to like, date me or something? Is this weird worshipping schtick you have going on not enough to you?" When he explains what he saw and why he was doing it, you calm down a bit. Just another case of Wally being a little confused, but having the right spirit. "Okay... Just remember that that sort of behavior is usually reserved for romantic partners or trying to get a date, okay? Reserve that for someone you really, REALLY love. I don't know how to explain it. Like, butterflies in your stomach, a nice burning in your chest when you are near them. That sorta love."

🍎 Butterflies in his stomach? Burning in his chest? Near the person he loves? He gets those things near you! There is also this new, beating in his chest ever since he became human. That must be love, too! He looks to you, saying "So... Continue treating you like that. I got it."

#welcome home #welcome home arg #wally darling #wally darling x reader

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attex · 3 months

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I love your UI design. Any thoughts on them like their interaction with others?

that innocence is pretty paralleled if we are being honest...

My interpretation of UI is based on the idea of them just being attention and stimulation addicted... They were made like this on purpose, by the same group of engineers (not exactly the same persons though) as NSH, due to the seeming work efficiency in a more active and stimulation seeking personality. This is also why they are named ironically too, along with having a fake mouth! However, such a personality tends to give diminishing returns, especially when there isn't things to focus on constantly. Which is why UI leaned towards gossiping and messing around.

They don't do things out of malice, (the ordeal with 5P was not malicious lol) it's all just another little thing to pass the time. But they do feel guilty and awkward if pushed around a bit. They're more honest than they seem, they won't lie about their mean thoughts or opinions. They will lie if it causes more attention to be given to them or they dislike the way they're treated from their honesty; but this is all hard to achieve as they can get VERY stubborn. They're naturally curious in a gawking at things and not shutting up kinda way. If they see something weird, they will point it out and keep bringing it up to talk about it.

I interpret them to be the youngest, being built a short while after 5P. This is why they look the way they do, but they still have discerning traits due to the engineers that built them. Their design for the puppet should be obvious in the ways it's similar to how NSH's puppet is designed, at least I hope I managed to show that... I also imagine their structures have much bigger bio-engineering lab sections, not for actual production of purposed organisms but rather for experimenting with them and the like. Those two would be occupied with that often, along with their other duties. The small cloak, a lot of parts that light up to indicate status, fake mouth, more angular parts, focus on strip patterns, sturdier legs... Their cloak has patterns resembling rod cells in eyes, also!

As for their relationships with others in their group...

LttM gets along well with them, which usually surprises outsiders. She knows they just need things to do but does get disappointed at their more reckless behavior. UI likes LttM for being a bit too lenient regarding things they do that they probably shouldn't, but besides that they do see her as a trustable friend albeit not taking her senior status too solidly.

5P definitely doesn't enjoy having to interact with them at all after getting humiliated by them. He doesn't hate them or anything, he never did. While he wasn't surprised about them doing what they did, it still soured his view of them by a lot and feeling that many heavy emotions in one moment didn't help. Otherwise, he can't be bothered with them in general. UI sees 5P as an extremely difficult peer to mess with in any way, he is impatient and easily annoyed but his tendency to just cut things off makes anything silly near impossible. While they do find his issues interesting in a shallow way, a part of them secretly wishes to know more of him on a personal level... Most likely because he is the only one they've never gotten to engage with closely, their nosy interest in him got more blatant as time went on too.

SRS actually enjoys talking to them a decent amount, though they can't help but feel like there is always a barrier of sorts in fully understanding and connecting with UI. UI finds SRS very amusing. Definitely their "favorite" in the group due to SRS' extrovertedness combined with that iconic tinge of obliviousness. UI has always enjoyed snooping in on SRS, especially when they talk to outsiders. SRS isn't fully aware of the extent of UI observing them like a weird animal, though...

NSH is neutral, yet wary regarding UI. They both know how either one can behave pretty well. He still sees them as a friend though. He's the second person that tells UI to "behave" the most- but it isn't like UI can't snap back at him for being overly playful as well. UI is nearly the same way towards him. Both of them know of each other's mischievous attitude and that makes it difficult for them to mess with one another. They can get a bit too caught up in being silly if he eggs them on and vice versa… even if they don't fully notice NSH views them as acting more childish by a lot. CGW… I haven't thought of and characterized CGW well enough to say anything regarding them honestly… But the things I'm certain of are UI seeing CGW as being way too "put together" and unfun, because they act very proper in comparison to everyone else. That's more incentive to mess with them, though. CGW doesn't dislike UI or anything, but they see being closer friends with them as not entirely possible.

#ask #hexatxt #Anonymous #unparalleled innocence #rain world #cs #I wouldve talked about sliver and how she is with ui and vice versa but that doesn't apply much to this bcz those things work only in the-#gayass au or whatever ig #[rare art tag]#musing

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shinjisdone · 26 days

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𝒯𝒾𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒮𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

(A Yandere Pinocchio X fem!Reader fic from Lies of P)

Pɑɾt 1; Sluɱbeɾ

capitolo uno

capitolo due

capitolo tre

capitolo quattro

capitolo cinque

capitolo sei

capitolo sette

Capitolo otto

capitolo nove

capitolo dieci: is here

Pɑɾt 2; Awɑƙeƞiƞƍ

It was a privilege to share the same blood as Giuseppe Geppetto. To be his family, his niece and take part in the marvelous worlds of puppets. The privilege to learn from him as his apprentice. The privilege to care for the things he cares for and to have the things he cares for, care deeply for you.

Tag list:

@greeknerd007 , @mitsureigen , @kame11a , @thirdblogsacharm , @sarah22447 , @blueberryhitosh1, @written1nthest4rs , @huicitawrites , @wonderlace19

TW in general: Yandere behaviour, creepy and still puppet, dubious intentions and relationships

[TW for this one specifically include: puppets, puppet limbs, moving and talking doll, uneasy behavior, dubious intentions, burnout, exhaustion, slight depression, grief, crying, uncomfortable tension, creepy behaviour, slight disassociation from Geppetto's part, coercion (to force you to have something you do not want + face something emotionally and physically), mentions of liquids (oil and adhesives), reader is having something akin to a panic attack (panting, slipping, and swallowing down vomit)]

The rattling echoed in the hallway with one cable slipping out of the cage and falling on the floor. Its head dragged along with an hesitant motion as more was taken. Finally, the metal plate was given a gentle push and it closed before the chest was carefully forced back into the cabinet.

"I'm...sorry," You tried to smile but it hardly beared any kind of regret, "I'll return it once I'm done, I promise. I can fix you up in no time, after all. I've long achieved the title of expert in this regard. I think." Your smile was met with artificial ones as the puppet butlers remained motionless, hunched close together in the tight furniture. The previous clothes had to be removed for them to fit in. You gently closed the door without looking back.

Quickly going upstairs, you put the box on your worktable and let the tangled wires hang from the edges. Sorting everytging out will be tedious but what got your attention right now, was the small, golden cube. The core looked just as intact as it did months ago, reminding you of its longevity the Workshop Union promised when first introducing it and when Uncle first showed you the object. The mere thought of puppets being able to talk made your heart jump out of your chest and you could only believe it when hearing it for yourself. Many were put off by the prototype's rough voice but you were only mesmerized.

Aurorie sat next to the project, eagerly awaiting your hand as you took her small one and rose her up to her feet. With a slight hitch, the material bent briefly before the limps stayed fastened and she stood firm on her legs. You observed for a while, smiling with a big sigh as she stayed still and began connecting the cables. Even as you opened up her back and rummagered near her neck, the doll did not falter, which only made you smile more. Putting the box near and adjusting the microphone, you let Aurorie avidly waiting.

She stood tall as she stared into your eyes as you took a deep breath.

"Would you like to dance?"

Half a minute passes as you held your breath not have it fawn over the microphone. Staring at the box, the golden frames glowed lightly in the dim room. However Uncle managed to create such seemingly beyond this realm was still a mystery to you.

"...Would you like to dance?"

Your voice was mimicked much higher, resembling that of a bell, just like you wanted it. Though your hesitation was also carried over and so you gave it another shot.

"I'm awfully sorry...I didn't mean to frighten you."

"It's just that we've met once before. Once upon a dream."

Inhaling deeply, you lifted her arm and held onto her small palm. Gingerly you slowly pulled her towards the right. Her body would first lean to it, before, surely, one foot after another followed suit. Her steps were small but graceful, giving the illusion of her walking all on her own - or rather dancing as she followed your lead.

"...I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream..."

Even as she danced to the rythm you gave her, the voice echoed back fluently. High-pitched and fitting for a doll her size, high enough to not have it be recognizable as your voice.

"...That glint in your eyes is so familiar, a gleam..."

Cracking a wide grin you carefully got up from your stool and daringly dragged her across the entire table as she danced towards each direction you pulled her. Hooking another finger around her other palm, you'd lightly hold her up as her legs would cross like a ballerina.

"And I know it's true that visions are seldom, all they seem...but if I know you, I'll know what you do..."

You held out a hand near her waist to stop any fall but Aurorie twirled lovingly as you turned her, bringing up one leg just like you programmed. It was meticulously soft but each movement, no matter how slow, made your heart swell. You made this. You made your dearest friend dance and sing just you always did with her, for her and now can do so together.

She is a singing, dancing doll that you made with your own hands.

"You'll love me at once, the way you did once, upon a dream!"

For the finale, you slightly pressed your finger against the back of her head and she bowed.

The rain did everythig in its might to squash him down.

Alas, it was more like an annoying fly in his ear. Rain was nothing compared to that man and his company, alongside his loyal companions who believe themselves to be divine. Having reached the door, the prattling from the sky above seemed to become louder.

Ergo, was it?

'I know what you're thinking. Trust me when I say time is scarce and you should know better than anyone else. We are creating perfection and cannot afford to hold it back any longer for your little projects.'

It fell from the sky, did it?

'You were the one who came to me and I have done my part and more. Be a dear and fulfill your part of the contract, Guiseppe. Hurry up and get rid of anyone not trustworthy. The puppets will do the rest.'

Did it not need more? Love? A father?

The only one fullfilling him with anything was waiting like a good child. Everyone else seemed so disappointing.

'You don't need anyone else anyway, no?'

His voice echoed in the back of his head as he pushed the door open and it left him dazed; Not knowing if he was still calling out to him as a means to motivate him further, push him further into madness - fear and mockery are great motivaters - or if he is just going senile.

Geppetto cannot afford any more years to waste. He's not the youngest anymore but he needs to be to welcome him back.

Like a mantle the drenched clothes weighed him down and he could not help but let out a groan. He slid off his cloak and let the rest fall onto the floor, his long strides taking him to his office. It was routine by now.

Eyes darted around the hallway he passed but barely took in any information he he sees. The mess in the kitchen and remaining food, the disarray of chairs and the cabinet not entirely closed. The only thing that made him blink and sharpen his vision was the constant knocking at his office door. Your clothes, sloppily worn as well as untidy your untidy hair faced him and he inadvertantly had to stop in his tracks. For a moment he realized that you had turned around as well to face him.

"...(Name)?"

You said nothing and continued to stare at him with that surprised look. You looked as unruly as you did from behind. The only things kept in neat order the bandages around your hand, which seem to have become thinner - how long would you were it and did you even need them anymore - and your loyal doll.

His visage softened at the sight of it, though he delfated right after.

"Oh...you weren't home."

"What do you need, dear? I'm afraid I'm awfully busy."

"I thought so...I, uhm, just wanted to check up on you. We haven't talked in long."

"And I don't know if we can." Geppetto passed by you and opened his office's door. You quickly followed after him. "I'm still as busy as ever. Just tell me what you need." Closing the door, you watched Geppetto sit down with a heavy sigh. He wiped his face, then his eyes as they seemed as tired as yours. Wordlessly, he turned in his chair to you. The expression on his face could only be described as drooping. Awaiting for the night to draw closer so he can finally close his eyes.

Rushing over to the other side of the desk, you placed Aurorie on top of it, facing your uncle. He sat with an empty look, staring down at your doll. With an avoidant gaze you held onto both of her hands.

"...It's nothing much if you are so tired, Uncle." "No," he sighed, "show me while you are already here." Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you gingerly lifted her up by her palms. In an moment, she stood on her feet and Geppetto briefly raised a brow. Clearing your throat, you tapped her head.

"What's the meaning behind this-"

"Hello, Mr Geppetto!"

Geppetto halted and blinked. With a deep inhale, he sat up straighter.

It talked. It was a recording of your voice, he could tell, no matter how high-pitched it sounded. Nevertheless, you never had any puppet talk in script before and even if it wasn't its own consciousness, it left him surprised.

After all, it didn't have any Ergo.

"I'm awfully sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you."

It stretched a hand out.

"But I am just a doll. I like to sing and dance. Would you like to dance?"

Your finger found its outstretched palm and lead it back to you. She took long but careful steps. You glimpsed back at him, watching him raise a brow. Carefully, he slowly let out.

"...Yes. I'd like to see what you can do."

"Yes!" It answered much more solemnly than the man and began raising one foot. Gingerly, you began to guide her in a circle. Her legs would go up and down as her head never turned away from Geppetto. The voice box reacted a moment later.

"When you wish upon a star..."

It was this song. Quickly you let her dance in a slower pace and with much more vigor.

Geppetto's eyes widened at the familiar melody.

"Makes no difference who you are..."

HIs brown eyes trailed after the movements that replicated those of a waltz, he reckoned. One-sided and of an lone dancer though it tried its best to make up for an lacking partner by using his entire desk as its stage.

"Anything your heart desires..."

The shoes tapped on the wood in rythm. By the time the refrain was reached, he hunched lower, forward, staring with a keen eye as its moves became almost life-like, as if these giant human hands guiding it are just for show itself. The singing voice was as clear as a bell and its head would turn with the body. The two parts have seperate screws. The voice box hidden and placed somehow between the crinoline and the dress. The most eye-catching thing out of all for the man were the light limbs that must been taking apart, added joints - so tiny that he did not possess any so small so what did you built in there - and reconstructed it entirely to its original shape visually for it to move so naturally.

His hand went from his chin to the doll. Worldlessly he opened his palms and neared them to its hands - you halted for a moment, staring at him. Hesitating, you let Aurorie tap towards him and he took the lead.

"...Will come to you."

Geppetto fully let the doll have his attention as he mimicked your moves. Just like before it danced over the desk, twirled and bowed, left to right and back and forth, just as he wanted it to. A fine display of a doll obeying the puppeteer.

Then, he let one hand go. Like a dog on a leash, Aurorie is dragged by one finger to one direction to the next. His hold lingered only for a second, before he snapped his finger away and it was left with no puppetteer to guide it.

It stumbled but with a thud Aurorie landed on one foot, the other bend behind it. The upper body leaned forward.

If a puppet was pushed, you could make it regain its balance.

"If your heart is in your dream..."

His hand swept from the left and took it back on stage as he pushed and pushed and pushed it further back. It backed off with small but secure enough steps before it retained its posture, straight as a candle.

If a puppet was hit by a force, it could recover.

"...No request is too extreme..."

Hand in a claw, he dragged it forward before stopping it a second later with a flat palm. Aurorie did while swinging slightly in its spot. Once the limbs stayed still, the voice box finished the last verse before ceasing as well. Like a mountain, it stood tall on his desk, staring into nothing.

You glimpsed between it and Geppetto.

And you could make the limbs move, give an arm autonomy.

Folding his hands, he had his chin rest on them once again as he eyed Aurorie for a few, silent seconds before parting his lips ever so slightly.

"Sing, doll."

The silence continued on. Ever so quiet ticking could be heard within its body and only a moment later was a high "Yes!" let out. The ticks returned briefly before the voice box echoed from the dress.

"...Little wooden head go play your part, bring a little joy to every heart,"

The old man observed it without interruption. It stood still and away from the two of you, creepily even but the voice singing was smooth and assured. Its face might not be able to move, the rosy lips not parting to let out a melody, the eyes set firm like stone but nothing seemed awry to Geppetto as he heard the jolly song.

"Little do you know and yet it's true,"

Finally, he blinked his tired eyes and slowly rose them to you.

"That I'm mighty proud of you!"

"Uncle?" You spoke in between the mirthful verses with your own worried and shaking voice. You stared wide and pale into his narrowed, strait ones. He kept on staring.

Quickly, however, like a sudden draught, he took a deep breath and wiped his nose. "Sorry, my dear," Geppetto cleared his throat and had his wide eyes focus on you, "You caught me zoning out. Today was mighty exhausting, but..." Once again his gaze fell on the doll. It stayed there for a a good few seconds before he began speaking in a sober voice. "...this is a big change now. Something different."

"Oh..." You hesitate, eyes darting around the room briefly before lookng back at him with an hesitant smile. Your voice was quieter than his. "Do - do you like it?"

A finger flicked the doll's locks, gaze glued on it.

"I do."

Your chuckle was as dry as his answer.

"That's great, great. I...wanted to have something to cheer me up a bit," Looking down you fiddled with the bandages on your hand, "I thought maybe it'd make you smile, too."

"Why did you want to make this out of all things?"

Your eyes locked with his crinkled ones, brown seeming to be an endless spiral that you couldn't quite decipher. Again, you glimpsed about before answering. "...I don't know. I saw that at the festival about a month ago and I loved it - but the day turned horrible and," A soft sigh escaped you, "I just, didn't want that to be. I wanted to have fun that day but I ruined it for myself." Looking back, Geppetto could clearly make out your deep frown through his failing vision, an frown so big he had not seen it in years.

"...It's sweet that you dedicate so much of your time for something as droll as a dancing, singing doll."

At that you could not fight the cracking grin. Folding your hands behind your back, you shyly looked away.

"Well...of course. I love her."

Brown eyes, strait and narrowed, opened up like an old door, a secret so well hidden and unknown to the rest of humanity, to the rest of these arrogant bastards, as his eyes widened like that of an child - told of an tale that only he could understand.

The man's head rose as he took in on all that you were, your features so familiar and clear as the first time he held your crying form in his arms, watched as he realized that you, too, could partake in this secret and understand it as well.

"You love her?"

You smiled bashfully once more with an firm nod. "Of course."

"...And you made all this by just observing the perfomance of these other puppets?"

"Ah, yes, well...I suppose. I did some more research though, I didn't just etch that all in my mind."

A short sigh escaped Geppetto as he leaned back in his chair. He hesitated for a bit, a mere moment as he pondered, before slowly getting up. Standing in front of you, the man was unsure on how to approach yet one thing was clear. Folding his hands behind his back as well, he took a deep breath.

"Puppets need love to be created. And love is formed by an genuine wish, my dear."

A brow was raised at his sudden claim. Wit perked ears you listened as he stood there, seemingly staring through you.

"Something as beautiful and heartfelt like puppets can only be created by love. Anything else or below that just makes them tools."

Carefully, he rested his hand on your shoulder and slowly but surely gained the confidence to tighten his grasp. "But we puppet makers do not fall so low. We don't bury ourselves in work just to make some helpful tools, we create things because we desire to! We do the things we do because we love them." Staring back you noted the glint in his dark eyes that do not reach his smile. Another moment of silence filled the room, one where you could not find any words to reply to his sudden but mellow vigor but your uncle was quick to draw back and reach for his desk. "Can I show you something? No, I want to." He opened a drawer before cautiously taking out a piece of paper. Dusting it off, his lips tucked wider. Swiftly, he offered it to you.

With hesitant hands you took it.

A crayon painting of Aurorie.

Your eyes darted around the long, curly locks of hair that waved about in an ridiculous manner. The bright baby blue that was all over the place, as well as the giant tiara sitting on top of her head. Kind eyes and a red smile.

Bandaged fingers carressed the bottom of the paper.

'For my annoying cousin, (Name).'

Your heart dropped.

"This, too, was created out of love."

The ticking of the grandfather clock seemed as light as a bird's dying chrip. The room drowned out. The carpet under your feet nothing but a blotch of red and the smell of the mahogany table so sickening you held your breath. All you could focus on was the crude drawing of your beloved doll and how starkly similiar it looked to the real deal despite the childish doodling and exaggeratedness. The hair, dress, tiara, and smile were all meant for you. The signature had wild scribbles around the word 'annoying' as if he really wanted to hide it even as he failed to.

'For my annoying cousin, (Name).'

Did he really dislike you that much?

Did he really love you that much?

"...When did...he make this?" Discreetly you gasped for air, a mere moment to even find your voice even as your heart spoke before your brain could stop it. "...After your fight when you left back home in the holidays. I brought the doll to you the next time we visited your father."

Gepetto spoke so calmly but none of his words were any news to you. Of course, you thought, you recalled the joy clearly when you held her in your arms for the first time. You knew how old the two of you were but not once did he cross your mind when you got her - and played with her every day after that. The thought of him doing something like that for you, however, made your heart stop. Taking a deep breath you swallowed the lump in your throat. No miracle in the world could conjure a smile on your face - all you could offer was a crooked grin to your uncle.

"It's beautiful." Facial muscles ached and the crack in your voice made you look nothing but a sham but you meant it, you did, and you hoped desperately with an aching chest that Geppetto would see it too. Let the only other man who knew him understand you as well. He, in turn, arched a brow and glimpsed between your face and the drawing you held.

"Do you love it?"

"I do." Another crack followed by a sniffle and the man was quick to come closer and grab your shoulder. "I know. I know you do now. Don't cry, dear. Don't cry. It wouldn't suit you." Wiping your nose, you blinked like a maniac to surpress the tears. The lump in your throat got bigger as your chest was trying to suck you in whole again, a deep sinkhole caving in as if nothing could sate its selfish hunger. It felt more upsetting to have Uncle see through you so easily like glass. All your emotions out on display like a tray of food and out of all people, he was the one feasting on them. Looking over the variety that he could freely choose from.

Instead, he took a step back and watched you stiffle your sobs with a drab expression. "It's alright, dear. You can keep it if you like. It was meant as a reference sheet for me but I believe it was ulltimately made for you."

With a deep breath, you shakily let it out. Clearing your throat you looked at him, misty-eyed. Everything felt like it was crushing you down, including him. "Are you sure?" You sounded like a wounded bird and hated it. He offered a friendlier smile and nodded. "Of course."

Nodding yourself, you drew the paper closer to you. However should a precious treasure like this be kept, you wondered. Crushed as you were, you were unsure if you could fold it properly to keep it, or have it preserved somewhere safe - in an treasure chest itself and nothing less appropiate.

You were not sure if you even wanted to keep it.

Still, words needed to be forced out, "Thank you, Uncle Geppetto." You sniffled again and dared not to look at him - unaware of how he stared down at you for moments that felt like an eternity. The taste of your snot was awful and salty, the paper between your fingers so thin but sharp, either destined to fall to the ground or cut you and spill more blood. The ticking of the clock something you did not hesitate to despise. Everything seemed so wrong and disgusting. With enough bravery and integrity, you peeked from beneath your tears to his hollow gaze. You've never seen his eyes swirl in such darkness.

You prepared yourself to speak but Geppetto was faster as he hastily drew his breath. "I knew that you would understand. Only puppet makers can understand other puppet makers. Thank you for that, my dearest niece." He paused as he mulled over his next words, "...You don't have anything else to do, do you? Of course not, you've got to rest your hand."

Before you could interrupt, he gestured towards his office door with the one hand and fished out a key from his breast pocket with the other.

"There's something else I'd like to show you. Perhaps you could help me."

How one earth could footsteps sound so dismal?

A place lit by lamps so dark?

The hallway you raced over and over and over again lose all meaning and familiarity, like falling out of love and being presented with a stranger?

Your shoes thumped against the carpet one step after the next. You focused on keeping the rythm in tact, your good hand cradling Aurorie while your bandaged one grasped the crayon drawing. Uncle's gray coat always in front of you with great distance. This walk felt like an eternity as well as you wanted nothing more but for it to be over. To close your eyes and be back in your room as if nothing had happened.

"...That song you taught the doll..." Barely you could lift your head up to Geppetto musing. As long as you could hear him, you'd be fine continuing to stare at the floor. "...You two often sang it." Your eyes flickered up to his head slightly turned to your direction but not fully seeing you. Meekly you nodded. "Mhm. It was from that book..."

"A book?"

"...Yes. The adventures of that boy that lied...it had pages with just the song written all over it, it had a fairy that made wishes come true all in blue and, yeah," You nodded along even though he did not see it, "...It was sweet...and good."

The click of the key made you halt like a train. It took a good moment for the door to creak open with your uncle's figure blocking your view. It hit the wall with a thump, startling you and leaving you wondering if the door always was made out of such heavy material in the past. Lighting a lamp, the man gestured towards the darkness below before promptly going down. With a deep breath you pressed your doll closer to you, crinkling the drawing in your hand and gingerly followed.

The creaking your steps would leave was heavier than that of the door, old wood soon replaced by metal that thumped harrowlingly. The air felt stiffer and colder and the room seemed to broaden the deeper you marched down, though that was only a guess. A gut feeling as your uncle was still the only light you could count on.

"Carlo really loved you, you know?"

Geppetto's words left a shiver running down your spine.

"He'd always ask when you'd come back. When the next holidays might be and if you and your family would visit Krat so he could show you more and more. More of what I made."

A long and echoing chuckle escaped him. The thumping continued.

"'How many more sleeps until (Name) comes back?'"

Goosebumps over your arms as the cold sunk deep into your bones.

"He just had a hard time showing it. Carlo is an emotional boy and you know how they get when they grow."

The thumping stopped. You almost bumped into him if he had not swiftly went around the corner and turned on the light. Squinting your eyes at the blinding sight, you were met red and white. A fine, slim, green carpet starting from the staircase and rolled towards the end of the room. Working tables at each side of the walls shaped to a circle with all kinds of tools, parts, material, liquids, adhesives and puppet limbs on them. Lamps symmetrically facing each other on the walls with a few loveseats and wardrobes and small furniture scattered in the basement. Assembly instructions were pinned on a few tables. It smelled of oil and you jumped back when you stepped on documents soaked in some other liquid.

Shrinking, you pressed your belongings further into you. "Uncle...what do you want to show me here? What could I possibly help with?" You tried to laugh but it was squashed by the sound puppet limbs slipping off a table. The porcelain white material was oozing out adhesives.

Hastily you hurried after your uncle. Your shaking feet stumbled as they tried to catch up with his long, calm gait. A red grand drape from the left ot the right covered the end of the room with a bright light peeking from the ground. You eyed it skeptically as your uncle abruptly reached for a switch on the left and the drapes slowly opened. The lamp hanging from the ceiling was the brightest and shown down on the red loveseat like in a play, letting the world know of the star of its show - an otherworldliness that would change a mortal's life for the rest of time.

The lump in your throat turned into bile that rose to your mouth as your uncle stood to the side, the show's light casting a shadow that reached the basement's dark corners. You kept on swallowing it down, down, down, blinking away the tears as your hands reached for something, anything - coming into a contact to the edge of an table to the far right and grasping it with all your might. Wide, burning eyes darted between the dark silhouette and the star sitting oh so peacefully on the loveseat. Shining vibrantly under the light as if it were an angelic being, even with the simple and plain blouse and trousers it adorned. The room spinned and the quietness was the noose cutting your neck from your head, your mind.

"What is that?" You licked your lips as you gasped for air. The older man still took his time to speak. "This," He began nice and slow, almost in an trance when blinded by the star itself, "This is the most special thing I have created yet. Something that will change our world." He reached for the headrest, his fingers grazing the locks, and pushed it further down to have its peaceful face drink in the light, causing you to shoot up your hand to your mouth to swallow down your gall.

"He's not complete yet. There are so many things to consider, so many things to do to make him perfect. He needs to be." Finally, he turned to you, his face obscured by shadows. Your uncle offered you his hand. "Come, take a closer look at this miracle."

The weight you shifted onto the table made you slip curtly before you could quickly get on wobbly feet. With shaking arms you squeezed your doll and drawing to you and walked with a hunched back, agape mouth and slow steps that will be the death of you. Seeing this thing any more closer would be your death. The sight of these featherly light lids closed as if resting in a tranquil slumber made your eyes burn and heave for air that did not reek of oil and dust. The bushy, black eyebrows free from all worries and not arched down when lookng at you. Seeing the short, and unkempt locks of hair kept exactly as he did as a youngster, dark and thick as the midnight sky, that would often fall over his crinkled eyes, and ever so gently weave with every pant you took had you cover your mouth and eyes for moment. You needed a moment - please, please, - to not go mad and fall down on this thing's feet. Gingerly opening one eye, as if one look at it would curse you, your watery gaze travelled up and down its face. There was a clear bone structure to be seen around the jaw and cheek bones. You feared it might be felt too for how real it seemed, how the shadows were cast on the rest of its neck, that did not pulse, and the white, flawless blouse lovingly placed on its figure. The lips were full and pink with something that could not be paint - you swore it on your life - and neither could the perfect, glass skin be. A familiar teint that almost made you urge to reach out and touch it.

The nose was a perfect shape, littered with heavy and dark freckles that began from the chin and travelled up to the even forehead. They congegrated the most across the cheeks, like stars in the sky that created a constellation. A few small, lone stars were near and on its lips.

Carlo didn't have any freckles.

"Uncle, what is that?" Your voice cracked as you stifled a sob. The man in turn, only strode to the thing's side. One hand on the head rest and the other on the arm rest. He was careful not to touch it. "A miracle, I've told you. He is special and he needs to be completed." His voice was laced in something you wished to forget. The times where he chastised you, when he stared at you with such disappointment, when he completely looked down on your injured hand that his puppet caused. "He barely knows the outside world. The legion arm keeps falling out of his socket and the lad doesn't know how to talk and walk." Instinctively, you snapped your head to the metal arm to the right, fastened by belts on the upper arm to keep it from falling. It was thicker than the other limbs, littered with golden joints and much more advanced than any other puppet part you have ever seen.

With fear in your wide eyes, you looked back to Geppetto.

He looked back with an small and expectant gaze. In his hand, an opened box with a golden clump in it, the thick cables hanging from the edges. A clock was installed, ticking away.

"Something as special as him needs love to blossom into what he needs to become. He needs you, (Name)."

𝐸𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝟷; 𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟

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kirisakiss · 19 days

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— hi guys!! i’ll be updating this every few days so check if you wanna know more! :)

Character profile (WIP)

“let our blood intertwine the way our love does.”

TW: Suicide mention, child abuse, neglect (?)

GENERAL INFORMATION

— KANJI: ヴァンソーン・ヒカリ

— RŌMAJI: Vanthorn Hikari

A living puppet, one of the many attempts of Karlheinz to create the perfect creature, Hikari was adopted alongside the Mukami brothers from the orphanage, but was kept locked in Rotigenberg for a long time as Karlheinz experimented with her. Lilith, he called her, his first prototype.

— ALSO KNOWN AS:

Lux Mortis (Real name) Lilith (by Karlheinz) Bitch-chan, Hypocrite-chan (by Laito) Lux (by Ruki and Azusa; her real name.) Hika-chan (by Kou) Hikari (by Yuma) Annoying woman (by Kanato)

— HER NICKNAMES FOR THE DIABOYS:

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PERSONAL INFORMATION

— AGE: 18 (physically) — BIRTHDAY: January 25th — SIGN: Aquarius — STATUS: Alive — RACE: Human? / Doll? / Homunculus? / Humanoid thing? — GENDER: Female — SEXUALITY: Bisexual with no lean! — HEIGHT: 162 cm (without platforms) / 167 cm (with platforms) — HAIR COLOR: Brown (dyed), Bone white (natural hair color) — EYE COLOR: Turquoise — OCCUPATION: 3rd year High School Student at Ryoutei Academy — AFFILIATION: Karlheinz, Mukami Family — RELATIVES:

Karlheinz (Caretaker?)

— HOBBIES: Drawing — FAVORITE FOOD: Rice and Curry — CV: Saori Hayami

APPEARANCE

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PERSONALITY

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HISTORY

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Born to Lysandra Mortis, a woman renowned for her otherworldly beauty and rumored to possess magical powers, Hikari's early years were tainted by tragedy.

Lysandra, a prostitute whose enchanting beauty captivated her clients, met a grim fate at the hands of one of them, leaving behind a small baby with eyes as bright as the stars. Lux, as she was named, was born into a country torn apart by conflict, and her mother’s death added to the countless casualties of the war. Her father was never in the picture; leaving her orphaned and alone at a young age. Lux was placed in an orphanage, where she endured years of neglect and hardship like the majority of children that were victims of the war.

Lux inherited her mother’s rare beauty, which captivated those around her. She was considered a beautiful child, with bright turquoise eyes resembling gemstones and ivory, long wavy hair, decorated with a pale, almost doll like skin; which made her stand out among the multitude of children.

Thanks to this, Hikari was given nice treatments, she was given beautiful clothes, toys, and delicious food that she had never even seen in her life; along with a room of her own that was in a better state than the others. However, her beauty became both a blessing and a curse when the orphanage's caretakers, desperate to make ends meet amidst the chaos of war, started offering children up as merchandise and "entertainment" for the aristocrats in the country.

Lux was one of the first children to be offered, and she quickly became one of the most popular among the aristocracy to use. She quickly gained fame by being compared to her mother, some of them called her“little Mortis”, directly comparing them. They enjoyed seeing the bruises form in her skin, and the contrast the scarlet of her blood made against the white of her hair.

Her innocence was ripped from her without a warning, leaving behind scars that ran deeper than the surface ones showed.

Hikari’s only comfort was a small group of kids she met through Kou, a bright child that approached her one day in the aristocrat-filled clubs, a victim of the same fate she had endured.

One day, a tall man with white hair, arrived at the orphanage, promising hope and happiness to Lux and her friends. Karlheinz was his name. He took Lux and four boys to the demon world, where Lux would see her best friends for the last time.

Waking up in an unfamiliar room, Lux found herself alone with Karlheinz, who revealed they were in Rotigenberg, her new home. Karlheinz, aware of Lux's potential from her mother's stories, began experimenting with his magic on her. He gifted her a new heart crafted from his powerful magic, granting her abilities beyond those of a normal human. His plan was starting, and she was to be one of the first subjects.

However, as his experiments progressed, it became apparent that Lux's severe trauma rendered her unfit for the role of the perfect "Eve" he so craved. “Lilith” he called her. The original, broken one.

Disappointed by his failed experiment, Karlheinz slowly withdrew his presence from Lux's life, leaving her alone in the tower where she had been subjected to his experiments.

The abandonment by Karlheinz, after initially showering her with attention and affection, shattered Lux's fragile state of mind. Faced with reminders of her past torment, she resorted to drastic measures to cope with her pain, including cutting off her long, silver hair that made all the memories from her childhood come back like a knife against her skin.

Years passed, and just when Lux had resigned herself to a life of solitude, Karlheinz returned with a new proposition. He presented her as a crucial component of his Adam and Eve project, a pawn in his game now started game with fate. He renamed her Hikari, meaning "light," perhaps as a cruel reminder of the beacon of hope she once represented. Desperate for a sense of belonging, Lux accepted her new identity and dyed her hair brown as a symbol of her desire to leave her painful past behind, she grew it again, but kept it shorter than it used to be in her childhood, and resorted to wearing thick chokers again.

She had one mission, to serve as motivation for them to fulfill his plan. She was then sent to the Sakamaki mansion under the excuse of a new bride, her true motives hidden beneath a façade of compliance and obedience perfectly crafted to charm the potential "Adam"s.

RELATIONSHIPS

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ABILITIES

Immortality - Lux ceased to age due to Karlheinz's experiments, and cannot die of natural causes. Her immune system is almost perfect, so human illnesses don't really affect her, she can only die if the wounds are too much for her body to heal itself.

Faster Healing - Lux's body has the ability to heal from injuries at an accelerated rate. Wounds that would be dangerous to humans heal within a short moment for her.

Enhanced senses - Lux's senses are heightened to be more than a normal human's. She can see better, hear better, and moves with grace and agility that surpasses human limitations.

Magic - It's unknown if Hikari's talent with magic is due to Karlheinz own magic or due to her mother's supposed one; but it seems she has an easier ability to it than a common human.

ETYMOLOGY

Hikari's name is written in katakana, but can also be written in kanji as 光.

Both of her names Hikari (ヒカリ) and Lux (ルクス) mean "Light" - Lux being in Latin and Hikari in Japanese, her name just seems to be a translation unlike how the Mukami's have different original names. (Like Yuma being called Edgar and Kou Emilio).

Her last name "Vanthorn" (ヴァンソーン) comes from the word "Vanus" in Latin, which means "vain" and the English word thorn.

Her real last name, "Mortis" comes from the Latin word "Mors" which means death.

TRIVIA

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theoperativeif · 5 months

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Containment Breach

The boy's lifeless blue eyes stared off into the equally blue sky above. He was young, maybe twenty at the oldest, far too young to die. 001 lifted the body slightly with their boot, surveying the damage the Imperial rifles had done to warm flesh, it resembled minced meat the mess hall would cook.

"Blue like Ari's," 001 commented idly before pushing the body over completely, a fit of strange anger flickering inside them, "I wonder if they were in my place, they would have done anything differently."

001 ran a hand through their thick hair. They enjoyed moments like these without their helmet. Looking up towards the town hall, they watched as a warm wind beat at the tattered flag that flew above the structure. It had been handmade by some of the old maids of the city, and it had not saved them when the bombs fell, and the rifles sounded their sweet music.

Soldiers slowly swept through the rubble around them, their armor a dull gray with a single white skull with the number zero painted next to it.

Platoon Zero was a small force, numbering no more than twenty. But they were not like other units, every member was a convicted murderer. They had been real people once, now mere puppets, drugged and modified into living robots.

One by one they dragged the survivors from the ruins, skin scrapping against rock in long trails of blood and fluid before being deposited in the center of the square. The few that could beg were quickly silenced with the butt of a rifle. 001 slowly walked over, eyes slowly moving over each of the eighty survivors huddled together like cattle.

"Where is your leader? The one now calling themselves Governor?" 001 asked, "you have one chance to save your lives."

They were silent, hard faces of pioneers stared back in contempt. 001 would of been impressed if they didn't already know the answer.

"Captain, do me a favor and bring our quarry to me."

The platoon Captain took two steps before shooting one of the oldest survivors, blood and brains raining onto the now screaming group.

"Monster!" A new voice cried out from behind 001.

There you are. 001 thought, turning and watching as a young woman limped out into the clearing, her brown coat stained with blood, an old Imperial boarding sword held in her hand. Five wounded rebel soldiers stood behind her, rifles raised.

"They're just a kid," one of her soldiers muttered, confusion evident on his face.

"Pleasure to meet you, Governor," 001 bowed mockingly, taking precise steps to put the crowd of survivors directly behind him.

"I can't say the same for you, monster," the woman sneered, "these are civilians, let them go!"

001 began walking forward, the woman tightening the grip on her sword with both hands as 001 closed to ten meters before stopping. Let them go. That nearly made 001 laugh. They had supported the eviction of the appointed Governor and the local garrison. 001 carefully brushed their fingers against the coil metal sword on their hip. There was a tingling of familiarity from the AI installed in the weapon as it moved a little from its tight coil.

"Why would I do that?" 001 finally asked, surveying the small group, "you have no bargaining power now."

"You promised us fair negotiations!" she glared in contempt at 001, gripping the hilt of her sword.

"They might have, but I haven't."

001 was getting restless. They could feel the prickle along the back of their skull. A call for blood began to sound. Quiet as a whisper at first, before beating at their very thoughts like a large war drum.

Kill.

001 flicked a single finger, the coiled blade on their hip springing to life like a snake. It lashed out past the woman, the shark tooth-shaped metal links decapitating two of the rebels before lashing back the other way.

The woman dove, the blades passed barely a hair's breadth away from her cheek.

Her companions were less lucky.

One's cry of pain was cut short as they collapsed in two, a cut from the shoulder down through their abdomen.

The other turned to run, the blades catching his legs and reducing them to bloody stubs.

001 let out a long whistle, slowly approaching the woman who was scrambling for her weapon. She grabbed the hilt, drawing the sword as she rose to her feet defiantly.

The clash of metal sounded off the ruins as the sword fell to the ground, cut in two.

There was a blank expression on her once defiant face before it rolled off her shoulders, bouncing along the ground like a ball 001 once had played with.

It settled next to their feet as 001 stared down at it briefly before lifting up a foot and settling it on the side of the head.

"Commander, what should we do with the survivors?" The Captain asked in a monotone voice.

001 frowned, they had all been given the same instructions but still the Captain asks.

"There are no survivors," 001 muttered before pressing weight on their foot. There was a loud crunch as rifle fire sprang up, coupled with screams in a symphony stretching out across the ruins of a once proud city.

Mission accomplished.

The following hours were followed by lab personnel taking detailed records of the various weapons, munitions and armor used in the battle. Scanners slowly moved through the rubble, blue rays of light passing over the entire city and mapping it. Mother always demanded every detail down to the tiniest cut.

001 waited behind one of the main scientists, carefully watching as he logged the data being downloaded from his whip sword.

"Done," the scientist chimed, carefully handing the weapon back to 001, "it will need some maintenance when we get back. The sword is displaying some odd behaviors. It should be less reactionary."

001 hooked the hilt onto their hip. Eyes narrowing at the man, "no."

"No?"

"The weapon is fine," 001 said defensively, "and you will report that."

The weapon 001 was gifted by Mother was a prototype whip sword with a long reinforced metal cord with shark tooth-shaped metal running down the length of it. It was run by an ai of Mother's own creation giving it a protective temperament, and 001 preferred it just the way it was.

"Okay," the scientist said nervously, quickly deleting the report he had already begun typing up, "all is running smoothly then."

Good. 001 thought, turning and walking through the groups of photographers who were carefully documenting every body and wound. There was a scratching sensation along the back of 001's neck, followed by the familiar pain from a headache.

The call for blood began again in its familiar drumming. There is no one left to kill. 001 thought, gently grabbing their head and trying to crush down the feeling.

A single shuttle sat quietly nearby in a clearing amongst the ruins. 001 hurried over to it, walking up the ramp, the compartment was dark and silent. They sat down on one of the seats along the side, clutching their head and desperately trying to get their haggard breathing under control.

Breath.

001 slowly practiced the breathing that their instructors had taught them. They didn't know how much time had passed when a soft touch against their shoulder startled them. Lunging upwards, their hands wrapped around the unknown assailant's throat, preparing to crush their neck.

001's eyes widened at the sight of the young woman struggling at the end of their arm. Her brown eyes are wide in fear. She was one of the observers.

An ally.

Kill her.

The thoughts roared together in their head like waves crashing against the sides of their skull.

No. 001 thought, prying each thought away with painful winces as if they had been clamped around their own throat before releasing her.

She hit the floor hard, coughing and gasping. 001 quickly retreated back to their seat.

"Im sorry," 001 mumbled, wincing again, "just stay away."

They could hear the young woman cough and get to her feet again. 001 eventually looked up, frowning in surprise as the lady stared at him with a fearful look.

"Infusion, Mother had us pack extra's," she said carefully, "do you want the headache and thoughts to go? Then let me help."

001 growled before offering their arm, staring at her.

She reached down, retrieving a syringe and wipes. Gold and black liquid swirled around each other.

"Thats not the regular infusion," 001 stated, looking at the woman with a suspicious glare, "another test?"

She nodded, wiping down the injection site before gently sticking the needle in. As it was injected, the headache began to fade, the thoughts settling into low whispers at the back of their mind.

001 let out a breath they didn't know they had been holding before straightening up. They could already hear the sound of a new shuttle descending, and it was time to go home.

Home.

001 frowned at the word, mulling it over in their mind. Then why did it never feel like home? It felt wrong every time they stepped inside those bleached hallways. But now over half a year away from it, maybe they could for once call it such a thing.

The Gloster shuttle set down in a cleared landing zone, small bits of debris flying upwards in clouds of smoke. 001 waited for Platoon Zero to walk up the ramp before entering last, taking a seat closer to the ramp as it slowly raised, shutting them in darkness.

The Lab

Something was very wrong.

001 frowned, leaning out of the ramp and staring down at the facility below them. It was nighttime, but the landing pads and long lines of lights that should of shone a beacon up at them were suspiciously off, leaving the facility looking like a piece of some unknown void. Any attempts to hail the staff had been ignored.

"Take us down slowly, weapons hot," 001 said, gesturing to the captain who nodded with a robotic rigidness, "all non-military personnel stay on the shuttle."

001 received no objections as the shuttle descended, its two small searchlights slowly going over the facility. Taking a step before they even touched down 001 rolled along the slick metal. A large wave of water crashed into the supports below, sending a small mist upwards slicking the surfaces even more.

The shuttle touched down, the platoon exiting and securing the platform, their armors personal lights creating an illuminating bloom over the shadowy building. A long walkway led to an door that they tried to open but failed.

Power is on. 001 thought, noting the small glow of the control panel. Perhaps a lockdown?

"Set charges," 001 instructed, calmly stepping aside as the soldiers got to work, placing two charges barely the size of matchboxes against specific places around the door. Once they had finished 001 nodded to them, looking away as the charges erupted, destroying the locking mechanisms that held the sliding metal sheets in place.

Moving the door aside the soldiers stepped inside, the emergency lights emitted a dark red glow that washed over them.

"Don't shoot!" A voice called out as a dozen staff members stepped out with hands raised, behind them several lab guards stood silently, barely reacting to their arrival.

They were watching for something. 001 noted, cautiously looking around as they could feel their whip coil tighter in anticipation.

"I need specifics, fast." 001 said, watching with boredom as a man stepped out and quickly approached. His eyes were not of fear but of suspicion.

"Mr. Morris," 001 growled, briefly entertaining the idea of skinning him, "what is happening?"

"New asset broke containment, restricted level, triggered a lockdown as it crashed through several other sections," Morris said efficiently, "no less than four assets loose."

"Operatives?"

Morris shook his head, "no, they are all assets from our Nyos project," he said, stroking his beard, "it's not a project I worked on, but you know how she likes to make them."

Mother. 001 suddenly thought, looking around.

"She was down there when it broke loose, Ember was with her."

The soldiers opened up one of the lift doors, shining their lights down into a black abyss. Grabbing their helmet from the shuttle, 001 put it on, welcoming the flood of information pouring in through the HUD. Floor plans, infrared, and scanners provide every single detail of data it can. Watching the marines, 001 admired the very calm vitals, and it didn't seem like their hearts were even really beating. Dragging a claw against one of their shoulders as they passed 001 took a single step before plunging into the calming abyss.

It took longer than expected, but eventually, 001 caught sight of the metal lift below. Reaching out the suit's talons dug into the shaft's walls, slowing them just enough so they landed with a firm thud on the lifts roof.

001's mask didn't detect anything in the lift as they slowly lifted the small access hatch.

Bodies littered the lift, nearly unrecognizable lumps of red and flesh-colored mush. Jumping down 001 scanned the bodies. Most corresponded to staff assigned to this floor, though a few ID tags indicated the presence of others. 001 was thrown from their thoughts by the sound of snapping and crunching.

Dropping into a crouch, 001 slowly made their way out from the lift and down the hallway. One of the observation rooms on this floor was torn open, and the reinforced door was peeled open like a can of food.

Outside in the hallway stood a figure in a stark white lab coat. It was a woman with dark hair tightly pulled back into a ponytail and a data pad firmly held in her hands.

Mother.

There was a prickling sensation at the back of 001's neck as the whip coiled and uncoiled at their side, sensing 001's unease.

001 slowly approached, realizing the sounds were coming from inside the observation room. Opening their mouth to speak they stopped as Mother raised a finger without even a glance at them.

She was now much shorter then 001, standing a foot below them now, and 001 had plenty of more time to grow. 001 walked to stand beside her, stopping a few feet away. Just like they had been taught.

She had that look in her eyes as she stared inside the observation room, eyes wide like a child. The barest thin smile on her tightly pressed lips. 001 followed her gaze inside the room before freezing.

There was a pile of bodies in the center of the room with a single large creature standing over them.

It had the body shape of a wolf, long extended back legs with a straight front pair of legs ending in long metal claws that peeled thin strips of metal off the floor as it shifted. Its chest was large with dim blue and green lights trickling down its body with several defensive spikes pointing outwards. Its head was covered by two angled armored plates facing inwards, inside it resembled a shaved wolf's head with a deformed jaw. Below its chin were two metal arms with two hooked fingers. Finally a tail tipped with two blades balanced behind it.

It leaned downwards, hooks gripping into the bodies and peeling off strips of dripping flesh before feeding it into the deformed mouth.

"Fascinating, isn't it?" Mother said softly, glancing over at 001 with a small smile that made them feel cold, "It has no need for that kind of sustenance anymore yet some of that nature hidden under the surface always bubbles up," she gave 001 a long look, dark eyes mocking them as she raised an eyebrow as she fiddled with a familiar dark stone that swung from her necklace, "now, dispose of it please."

"Wait, what do you-" 001 began, Mother stepped to the side of the door before clapping, the creatures head swung lazily towards the noise before its wide golden eyes widened.

001 silently cursed their Mother as the creature lunged silently, clearing the distance between them in less then a second, defying its size.

Bracing, 001 grabbed its front claws, twisting and throwing it against the corridor wall before willing the whip to lash out at it.

Metal tore into metal as sickly purple and red blood splattered the walls.

It kicked off the wall, slamming into 001 and sending them both to the ground, large fangs sank into 001's shoulder as a shooting pain went down their spine.

Curling their claws into a metal fist, 001 let loose a punch across the creature's platted face with a loud crack.

It released them, shaking its head and stepping back, blood dripping down its jaws. Twitching a finger, the whip responded, lashing out and wrapping around one of the beast's legs before pulling it towards 001.

It stumbled, creating a brief moment. Lunging forward, 001 wracked down its neck with outstretched claws.

Crimson and sickly purple splattered onto the ground in growing pools.

Kicking it to the ground, 001 willed the whip around the neck of the creature as their boot held it in place as they slowly pulled the whip taunt, the blades eating into the creature's neck.

It shuttered as it went limp, allowing 001 to step back. 001 looked over at Mother who held a proud smile, filling them with unease.

"Excellent work, I had told Doctor Gregio that his pet project wouldn't compare," she walked over, bending down to briefly examine the wound, "unfortunately, it is not dead."

001 looked down at the body of the creature incredulously. Not dead?

"The blood is very similar to yours," she drifted off, frowning, "I wonder if he copied the mixtures off yours," she looked coldly at the creature, "dispose of this poor creature."

An explosion shook the entire floor as the building groaned and the glass rattled. Further down the hallway, orange and yellow light flared.

"Come on," 001 said, driving their claws deep into the creature's neck, severing arteries and muscle before quickly running towards the now apparent fiery explosions, not waiting to see if Mother followed.

They passed by another one of the creatures, smoke rising off its burnt body. Ember was nearby.

"Where is Ember?" 001 asked quietly as they approached the distant light.

"He insisted on evacuating the staff down here, he wastes his talents on those that don't deserve it," Mother said, shrugging as she typed away on a data pad, "since when were you concerned about Ember?"

"He left you alone," 001 said, wincing as the words left their mouth, adding quickly, "it's against protocol."

"I see," Mother said, the barest smile on her face for just a moment before it vanished. Her eyes were softened as she observed them, "well, lead on."

A group of figures burst out from where the light was coming 001 lashed out with their whip, stopping it mere inches from a guard's throat. There was a group of seven, five scientists with various injuries and two guards barely standing.

Pathetic. A voice silently spoke in the back of 001's mind.

They flinched as fire erupted from behind them. The heat sensors on 001's suit sang a small caution to the sudden rise in temperature. Out from the hallway stepped Ember, he was supporting a guard against his shoulder while spraying flames from his free hand behind them.

One of the guards quickly stepped in and took the wounded off of his hands. Ember turned, his mask imitating the flames dancing behind him in a silent ballet. Behind the mask 001 could see the eyes widen as his brother turned to face him fully.

"Hello, brother," 001 said, a broad smile hidden behind their mask as they allowed a chuckle, "who am I killing today?"

"You," Ember said, glaring through his mask at 001, "what are you doing here?"

"Mission was finished, so I came home."

"You never have called it that," Ember spat, glancing carefully over his shoulder towards the hallway still filled with flames, "but, in the meantime, there are only two assets left."

001 looked over their younger brother, frowning as Ember knelt beside the wounded, looking over their wounds. Weak. 001 thought, growling and glancing towards Mother, who wore a dour expression.

"Thinking of changing careers, Ember?" 001 laughed, slowly walking over and giving him a light push as they passed before turning back to see his reaction.

Ember didn't react at first, shaking his head as he stood, glaring at 001, "I am taking care of our allies."

"Oh their just allies now?" 001 grinned, taking a step forward, "finally gave up on calling people friends just to kill them?"

"Now isn't the time to-" Mother began, stopping as Ember stalked up to 001, pointing at their mask.

"Shut up, monster."

Those words had barely left Embers mouth before 001 seized them by the neck, hauling him off the ground like a helpless pup and pinning him to the nearby wall. Ember struggled to get out of 001's grasp, his bright eyes glaring defiantly at 001, "I know what you are," Ember spat, flinching as 001 leaned close.

"Of course you do," 001 cooed mockingly, their grin widening as they watched Ember falter, "because I am you, I am what you will all eventually become. You'll see; when you do, she will cast you aside just like me."

"Liar," Ember said through gritted teeth, he still struggled, but his eyes betrayed him, "I will never be like you."

"I saw what you did to all those people," 001 said, watching in satisfaction as the fight left Ember's eyes, replaced by sweet fear, "every one of them burnt to a crisp for trying to help you, it serves them right."

"They were my friends," Ember sniffled looking away, "I didn't mean to…" he trailed off, tears beginning to roll down his cheek.

001 released their grip, watching with fascination as Ember collapsed onto the ground. They began to walk away, looking at Mother, "in the end, that won't matter to her."

A roar made them all turn as another one of those creatures burst into the room, lunging at 001 with its mouth opened wide for a bite.

Grabbing the nearest guard, 001 calmly shoved the helpless man inside the mouth of the creature. It faltered, trying to backpedal as 001's whip weaved around the man's body, stabbing throughout its neck.

The rain of polluted blood was satisfactory as 001 released the mangled corpse.

Dodging around the next bite, 001 slammed a fist into the section just behind the plates, staggering the creature. Its tail suddenly spun, catching 001 and throwing them back into the group.

Ember dodged while 001 accidentally barreled through the group.

001 flipped back onto their feet in time to grab the creature's head. Thrusting claws into its eyes with two loud pops, 001 held onto the beast as its life drained onto the floor.

Letting the body drop 001 surveyed the group. Ember had put himself between the survivors and the creature, his hands outstretched with small bursts of fire. Mother had been closer to 001, she must of been knocked to the ground when it attacked, she was fifteen yards away on the ground.

Her necklace had broken, and the dark inscribed stone lay between her and 001. She looked at the necklace and back up at them, a small sad smile showing as she looked down.

001 winced as a loud whine began to grow in their ears. Pain quickly followed as red clouded their vision. Many voices rose up, screaming at them and screaming a single directive over and over. 001 tried to cover their ears as the voices seemed to crawl through their head.

Kill her.

Ember

The group froze with fear and surprise as 001 began to scream, metal claws digging into the sides of their helmet as they seemed to stumble back and forth.

Ember stepped toward his sibling, reaching out a hand before wincing. He could feel it too. A pressure building in his ears, making him feel an unease in his stomach. Something was very wrong.

Ember took several steps back toward the survivors. He has seen 001 have an episode before and knew what would come next.

"Hide yourselves in storage B, a team will eventually reach you and you will have supplies there," Ember said, quickly helping one of the injured to her feet, "go!"

The group obeyed, quickly rushing off. Ember turned, noticing Mother towards his right. There was a strange look on her face that Ember had never seen, a sadness.

Then 001 lunged, closing the distance instantly, but Ember was just as fast, throwing out his right hand as a wall of flames erupted between 001 and Mother.

001 rolled away from it, the glowing green eyes from their helmet staring at Ember like one of those beasts now dead on the floor.

Ember shifted, observing the readings from his HUD. Fuel in one of the pods was low.

His suit ran off two large fuel pods that powered the flame attributes of the armor, and they sat on his middle back and could eject if damaged or depleted.

Flicking a control on his arm the pod shifted, trading itself out for a spare one. But he did not eject it, instead leaving it in the spare slot.

001 would demolish him in any extended fight. Which means this would need to be over in seconds.

Lunging towards Mother, Ember rolled to her just as 001 launched forward, screaming like a tortured animal.

Extending both arms, Ember engulfed the area between them in flame. It wouldn't stop 001 but it would blind them.

Quickly flicking several switches, Ember ejected all but one fuel pod before shielding Mother with his armor.

The room seemed to go silent before the explosion tore the room apart.

Temperature warnings only jumped to yellow for Ember but he could see the Mothers singed hair and mild burns. As the smoke cleared Ember spotted 001 lying a distance away from them. Armor charred black but still glowing a ghastly green.

Mother shakily rose to her feet, brushing off soot and dust before slowly walking beside Ember.

"Can you fix them?" Ember asked as they stared at the downed Operative, blinking in surprise at his own concern, "or will you be forced to-"

"I will fix them," Mother snapped, causing Ember to look away, "I just, need more time."

"I hope you can. The more time that goes by even I can feel it," Ember admitted, running a hand along the back of his helmet.

"Higher dosages should fix it," Mother said confidently, though her eyes betrayed a fear hidden behind their darkness, "now go retrieve the other survivors, I will work to do a head count."

Ember nodded, turning to leave.

"Oh and son."

Son. The word bore into Ember, feelings crashing into one another as he turned to look at the woman he called Mother.

"Make sure to burn anything down here involving project Nyos," Mother said as she gently picked up the broke necklace on the ground, "we are the future of the Empire, not these failures."

Ember hesitated a moment before nodding and turning to the corpses on the ground. Reaching out one hand, Ember engulfed the bodies in flame before closing his eyes as somewhere in his mind a voice called out.

Kill.

#if: the operative #the operative short story #the operative #writing

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manyrepulsivethoughts · 1 month

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ok so, i think the next movie is going to be about vanessa’s past and more context on what is actually going on.

when blumhouse confirmed there were going to be three movies in was kind of worried as to HOW?? are they going to do it, because we got quite a bit of the main filling with just the first movie and afton got springlocked from the start, vanessa is in the hospital, like, where would the story go from that??

starting by what we know from the end credits we KNOW that we’re going to be visiting the fnaf 2 location (albeit i am pretty sure it is going to be a abandoned/ruined location) but in the same way we had fnaf 1 and 3 lore in there, the second one will have fnaf 2 and 4 lore, lore that will revolve around vanessa and what she did.

in the movie when it is revealed that the kids are possessing the animatronics vanessa says something along the lines of “they weren’t innocent” meaning that either the kids did something or william convinced her that they did something wrong. On top of that we have the whole deal of “the mess that YOU made”, while it could very well be a manipulation tactic i do believe vanessa did do something really bad, whether it be that she caused this universes cc death as well, or something entirely different.

how do we get there? the puppet(possibly garret) will be the one sending cryptic messages to get mike to go to the pizzeria through dreams or abby. We start to dig on the past of what happened, vanessa tells us more about her past and what she did, what she knows of the company, will and revealing henry’s identity, who the puppet is possessing, we get some flashbacks along the way (it is confirmed that Matthew is going to be in the movie so my guess is through flashbacks), and once the conflict of the movie is resolved we get an scene resembling fnaf 3’s trailer with springtrap shaking and coming back to life to tease the third and final movie.

thank you for coming to my TED talk

#but THAT’S JUST A THEORY #i did not stay up until 1:30 am thinking about this #i am late to the party but here nonetheless #fnaf #fnaf movie #mike schmidt #vanessa shelly #vanessa afton #movie william afton

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mlbigbang · 1 year

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2022 Ladynoir Fic Rec List

It's the end of the year which means it's finally time for the ML Big Bang's yearly fic rec lists! We're really excited to bring you our contributors' favourite fics started this year to supply you with plenty of reading material while you're waiting for the Big Bang fics' publication in January.

Movie Date, Interrupted by @purrfectlypunny 1,043 words, General, 1/1 chapter

Ladybug and Chat Noir finally have time to spend together at a movie; unfortunately, a goofy akuma and a moody teenager have other plans.

"The dynamic between Ladybug and Chat is so good!!"

Polaris by @miabrown007 4,029 words, Teen, 3/3 chapters

Adrien had lost everything. Along with his Miraculous, he gave up his freedom, his kwami, his partner; there’s nothing else left to lose. But maybe it is an akuma attack going so predictably wrong all it takes to change his fate, and prove his worth in the team to the only person doubting it: himself. *** Kuro Neko-divergent hurt/comfort fic

"I am weak for any hurt/comfort that is made worse (better) by identity barriers. This fic very much delivers."

breaking me down to my knees in the dead of night by @sunfoxfic 2,429 words, General, 1/1 chapter

Marinette ran off in the middle of an argument and Adrien panicked. Now, he has showed up to patrol as Catwalker, and he has to lie in the bed he's made, even if he overreacted a bit much.

"(technically Ladywalker, but anyway…) A very sweet fluff-and-angst fic that gently but realistically portrays neurodivergence."

Maintaining a Professional Distance by @buggachat 43,417 words, Teen, 11/11 chapters

“I mean, how dumb does the mayor think we are? Offering us a permanent hotel room as a ‘gesture of gratitude for all our work for Paris’, like it isn’t clearly just some half-baked political ploy to place him more in the public’s favor after the whole school funding scandal, like we’ll allow ourselves to sleep in a hotel that we were publicly offered, making ourselves sitting ducks for Hawkmo—” “It’s a pretty big building,” he countered, and at least he seemed amused, because she certainly wasn’t, “Nobody knows which room we were given but us.” “It doesn’t matter!” she scoffed, “It’s still a security risk that he can narrow our location down at all! Also,” she jutted her arms out towards the bed a second time, “May I remind you? ONE. BED. ONE!” ——— Or, Ladybug and Chat Noir receive a hotel room from the city, which they most certainly will not use. After all, that wouldn't be very professional, would it? Yes, it's a Ladynoir bed sharing fic.

"Genuinely one of the most in character Ladynoir fics I've read. I love how the conflicts are resolved, how the characters deal with the fallout, and how no one is villainized. There's the "there's only one bed" trope, Marinette is a MESS but we love her for it, clownbug, Adrien is oblivious, Chat is a dork. Fun times all around."

"The best "There was only one bed" fic you will ever read. Ladybug and Chat Noir get their own dedicated suite in Le Grand Palais, as thanks for their continuing work protecting the city. Only one bed shouldn't be a problem since they both have a home and a bedroom anyway, right? Except.... sometimes Marinette needs to get away from the kwamis and have some space, and sometimes (a lot) Chat Noir needs to get away from whatever is happening with his family, soooooo..... "Friends with benefits without the benefits" is the perfect tag. It's hilarious. It's sweet. It's romantic and emotional."

Hamburger Ladybug by RaspberryCatapult 1,773 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter

Ladybug runs into a burning building. What comes out no longer resembles anything that can be described as a person.

"So, it's a little graphic, as it's about Ladybug running into a burning building, getting charred up, and Chat staying with her in the hospital. BUT...it is beautifully written - descriptive and emotionally spot on (pun intended). And the ending is mind-blowing. It never leaves you. Totally original."

i am not a puppet (i will work against your strings) by @bugchat 7,525 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter

Nothing quite hurts like loneliness– unless you count being thrown against a wall at top speed, while Ladybug’s horrified expression follows you. Adrien questions how he got here, pressed against a wall while fighting for his life, watching the city crumble around him while Ladybug stares. There are other heroes, a second, third, fourth villain, and all he’s done is give the villain the power to win. It’s over.

"GORGEOUSLY WRITTEN!!!! in love with how Cartara provided an Adrien POV to the season 4 final!!!!"

Wait— Don't let this line go slack by DescentIntoAbsurdity 14,418 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter

I think you've got the wrong number She sends her simple text, satisfied. Then she goes about and wipes down the benches and puts away the flour, and thinks, wait. I have a thousand neighbourhood cats that loiter around my apartment complex and threaten me for food. I cook cat treats in my free time. I know what to feed cats. Marinette deals with her crush on Adrien, cute neighbour and well-known model. She also tries to cope with baking in her free time, and her college assignments, and her growing feelings for Chat Noir; a boy who accidentally texted her regarding his cat. It's going about as well as can be expected.

"loved to follow their interractions via text and their fumblings irl"

Take 31 #LadyNoir kiss, action! by @malauu-ladynoir 41,422 words, Teen, 31/31 chapters

How many kisses does it take to let feelings spread free? How many redo to finally get over the subdued inhibition? Is it a first tentative kiss propelling you in an awkward leap into the unknown? Or is it the one built from years of holding back repressed feelings? When Ladybug and Chat Noir get asked to play themselves in a movie the drama doesn’t just stay on set. With a new nemesis, a dreaded kissing scene, consuming feelings and a new revelation can Ladybug finally give in to what she’s always held back…her love for her partner? Can Chat Noir's heart still be able to surrender?

"I absolutely loved Ladynoir's dynamic in this fic, it's so good!"

one does not love breathing by @wackus-bonkus-maximus 99,476 words, Mature, 34/43 chapters

All of Paris watched as Hawkmoth murdered Chat Noir, taking the Black Cat Miraculous for himself. Ladybug swears revenge, but her enemy—and every miraculous in his possession—disappear without a trace. Six years later, a new team of villains launches an attack for the last remaining Miraculous: Volpina, armed with new powers; Queen Bee, with questionable loyalty; Argos, the new holder of the Peacock Miraculous; and Cat Walker, who Ladybug hates the most. Takes place after S4 - Strike Back.

"Quite possibly my favorite ml fic ever. Is really all sides of the love square (Ladynoir is emphasized, especially towards the beginning, also Mari...walker?), as well as other pairings (Lukazoe, DJwifi, and Feligami), and a lot of amazing action and office espionage. Chat Noir was killed by Monarch in front of all of Paris, and Ladybug swore revenge. Now, after a strange visit from Bunnyx, Monarch is suddenly back, along with a team of Miraculous users that Ladybug has to face all by herself. Amazing character interactions, new uses of Miraculouses, fantastic action scenes, and heartbreak, heartbreak everywhere. Also senticousins."

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ml fic recs #fic recs #ml big bang 2022 #ml big bang #ladynoir #ladybug #chat noir

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Random rambles but based on an AU thingy: But what if Chujin had been brought back to life as a vessel thanks to Alphys’ expirments alongside Flowey

Kinda a strange idea but just a thought on what would happen if Chujin had been brought back in a means similarly to Flowey (and also because it’s a background element for another Undertale AU I have that has like no story role other than an Easter egg.)

Note: This isn’t canon (Save for like the AU) so things may be wrong or off but just an idea I had. And also feel free to expand upon it if you like. I don’t really expect this post to gain much traction anyways.

Pretty much the idea was that Alphys found a mask that had been stolen and decided to take it back to the lab to test it as a control for the whole “injecting DT into an inanimate object”. Nothing seemingly happens and it’s returned to its owner (Ceroba).

Cue the events of UTY and Alphys eventually finds a seemingly broken mask that by some unknown means is holding itself together. Gets paranoid about it since it seems to keep reappearing and disappearing, which leads to her locking it away in a side room where Kanako was placed so that she didn’t fuse with the other Amalgamates (The latter part about Kanako being a thing from the unmentioned AU so ignore that if you want since I have an idea like some people that her body reacted a bit different to the DT and she didn’t melt fully/is somewhat stable) and forgetting about it.

It somehow escapes and soon becomes an urban legend of the underground about a mask that possesses any and all that dares to put it on.

I call this creature Masky (Yeah a “totally original” name, though I also like the name Kumiho (Korean Nine tailed fox) with what I have in mind for his abilities (Namely the soul stealing aspect) and partially because that’s what I based the concept on). He’s pretty much Flowey but really cannot do much on his own other than really move around and possibly trick people into wearing him.

When some poor unfortunate soul does end up donning the mask, Masky will then be able to essentially “take over” his new host and use them essentially like a puppet (A bit different from the standard Kumiho/Kitsune but works with the concept of a Fox spirit stealing/eating someone’s soul). The two bodies would essentially share a mind with the original host not being able to do much other then to obey as the vessel pretty much has full control over the host’s body as well as granting them some stronger powers, though a strong willed person or a host that the vessel deems “useless” may be able to break free. Though if anyone gets suspicious, Masky could simply use his new puppet to mask his intentions.

As for this entity’s motivations/personality, I would say Masky would embody mainly Chujin’s more negative traits to a tenfold. Masky despises humans and in a way may even become some sort of twisted “protector” for Monsterkind. Though I could also see there being some motivation for Masky/Chujin looking for a way to be able to see Ceroba and Kanako again (No doubt Masky wouldn’t be too happy with knowing what happened to Kanako), leading to his motivation of seeking out a host alongside 7 Human Souls (Six if the host itself turns out be a human, though I feel more likely I’d make it another monster. I’ll explain in a moment.)

As for when Masky does gain enough souls to transform back to normal. The host will be forced to absorb the Human Souls (The main reason it would likely be a Monster) as Masky also absorbs them and is reborn as Chujin.

And one last thing, like Asriel no doubt in mind that Chujin would be able to take on a Hyperdeath/God form. My idea for this form would be something akin to that of Ceroba’s TP bossfight but perhaps more on the mystical side. First off, Chujin would not have a mask but his face in this form would have markings on it that resemble that of his previous form as Masky. Another detail and to go along with the Kumiho theme I have in mind would be an orb-like object Chujin would hold in his hands and likely use as part of his attacks (This is a reference to the yeowoo guseul or knowledge beads is an orb that is said to give a Kumiho its wisdom as well as allow it to steal the souls of humans)

Also Masky lacks Flowey’s abilities to manipulate SAVES/the world but does retain memories if a reset is pulled.

Well that was a ramble but if you guys like the idea I don’t really mind if you expand upon this, go crazy UTY Fandom! I love you all!!

#reshi rambles #undertale yellow #uty chujin #undertale #chujin ketsukane #uty ceroba #ceroba ketsukane #kanako ketsukane #uty kanako #ketsukane family #Ideas #flowey #uty spoilers #uty

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https-furina · 11 months

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✎ saints.

ft. raiden shogun/ei & scaramouche.

content: angst, spoilers for ‘inversion of genesis’ interlude chapter act iii (sumeru’s interlude) as it’s heavily based on scara’s lore, mother/son relationship, parent trauma, insinuating that raiden and scara meet, not proofread

w.c: 1.5k words

notes: this is my first individual work omg (and it’s scara angst oops.) it’s based on saints by echos which is one of my favourite songs <3 i added the specific lyrics that i associate with them both!

rain has always been prevalent in inazuma, she thinks as she watches the downpour from beneath her parasol. the grass below her feet is glittering, raindrops mirroring the moon’s glow. thunder roars overhead followed by a crack of lightning that illuminates narukami island. her gaze falls on the shadowed outline of tenshukaku. she considers it an honourable place to reside, to hide her face from the population of inazuma. somewhere that she can meditate in the plane of euthymia with little distraction but what is honour in the face of her sins? her crimes?

the raiden shogun. her own title brings a lump to her throat. another crack of lightning brightens the night sky and ei looks to the sky in a feat of hopelessness. she feels anything but the electro archon at that moment. she feels like timid, her actions outweighing the exalted front she puts on around others. the sakoku decree, the vision hunt decree, the plane of euthymia… what exactly was she hoping for? eternity, of course but who’s eternity? it was surely not those of her people. ei’s cold hand grips the handle of her parasol, the soft pitter patter of the rain landing above her echoing in her silence. would it be wrong to admit a fear of eroding as if she could prevent it? yae miko would laugh in her face right now.

the silence surrounding ei shifted. it was not broken nor interrupted but the air was tense, horrid and hugging at her vulnerable fate as if she was being tortured. glancing to her right, further along the cliff a flash of lightning illuminated another human form. she blinked. was she to feel relief and joy? or perhaps she should feel anger that he should be here in her home - her own country? her knuckles turned white from the grip on the parasol’s handle, taking in a sharp breath that stings her lungs.

“so you return to inazuma once more,” her voice cuts the silence, authoritative as ever, “have you come to mock me?”

she hears it faintly over the storm, his sickly laugh at her words. he lifts his head, indigo eyes meeting hers. he hasn’t changed a bit from the last time she saw him, she refuses to spend another second considering how much he mirrors her, how much he resembles her in the slightest. her ideals for her puppet did not wander far after his creation.

“it’s only fair i get a free pass to mock you after all these years, mother.” he’s full of spite and anger, ei believes he is rightfully entitled to those emotions. there’s venom dripping on his tongue as he mockingly calls her mother but ei is quick to scoff, turning back to her view of inazuma city as if he wasn’t there.

acting as if he didn’t exist again? scaramouche snides mentally, his arms folded against his chest. she looks pathetic, standing under a lilac decorated parasol on a random cliff on narukami island. he hadn’t expected to find her here when he tracked her down, a thousand words caught in his throat as he takes in her braid, her eyes that remain the same colour as his own. for a moment, their uncanny resemblances sparks more fire inside of him. more anger, loathing, anything.

“kunikuzushi,” his name - his true name - rolls off her tongue and catches him off guard. it seems she said to herself, however, “you’d be bold to assume i’ve not known of your actions within inazuma.”

scaramouche scoffs. how dare she even utter his name after abandoning him as she did; and to bring up his crimes? months - no, years of preparing himself for this confrontation could not have presumed the audacity she would have in his presence to act coy.

“let me guess,” scaramouche drums the pads of his fingertips on his bare upper arms, mildly damp from the humidity of inazuma’s storms, “you had that fox-”

“her name is miko and you’d be wise to remember it,” her voice snaps. she’s looking in his direction again and he can see the harsh glow of her eyes, “of course. she’s been watching you since i left you.”

he finds it amusing that a god could be angered over something so trivial. she is not as powerful here as she pretends and unfortunately, ei is aware. she is aware that here, she is his creator. she is not the electro archon, she is not beezlebul. she is his mother. ei gave him life, a body despite being something she considered a mere puppet.

“i had the awful opportunity of running into her while you were doing the thing you always do, avoiding reality.” scaramouche takes a step towards her. he does not know what willed him to take such an action, catching the pair off guard as the air is filled with that interrupted silence ei was appreciating before he made his presence known.

“i gave you life when i could have discarded you like an unwanted carcass and yet i hear instead that you’ve been running fatui operations within my country, your home,” ei spits, jarring but nonetheless honest of her true emotions, “to them you may be a harbinger but you are no more than another citizen of inazuma.”

you were standing there like an angry god counting out my sins just to cross them off saying that my tongue was too loud to trust and that my blood couldn’t keep you.

scaramouche scowls at her words, biting his tongue as his nails dig into the palms of his hands. the feeling stings, almost pressuring blood out of the pale skin of his hands but he releases his angered grip before he does so. his tongue pokes the soft inner of his cheek, a vexed smile curling his lips as he stares out at inazuma city in disbelief.

“you have the nerve to stand here and talk about me? as if you are not an archon that abandoned her son, her country? and for what reason? because you are too scared to erode from a title you don’t even want,” he mirrors her venom and ei hears it as clear as day over the thunderous roars above them, “you hid in your damn plane of euthymia with no contact, letting some puppet that runs on rules and laws govern your country while your people believe it is you, their oh mighty electro archon.”

ei doesn’t open her mouth to speak. she doesn’t have the words to snap back at him. her authority is crumbling before her very eyes, in front of her son - no, he’s a puppet. she sneers, lowering her gaze from his face as she takes in his attire. was she just to stand here and take such insolence from someone, something so unimportant to her?

“ah, has the raiden shogun been taken down a knotch?” scaramouche scoffs, letting out another sickly laugh at his mother’s face, “who do you think you’re fooling? celestia? you stand here counting my sins on one hand like you are better than me; what can i say? the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

my dear, you’re not so innocent you’re fooling heaven’s gates so you won’t have to change you’re no saint, you’re no saviour.

ei takes in a sharp breath once more, the cool air of inazuma is harsh on her throat, her lungs and her mind. in the moment of her downfall, she hopes that he got what he wanted; to humiliate her, mock her, make her feel bitter. bitter like the taste on her tongue as her brows knit together and she throws the parasol down to the wet mud at her feet. scaramouche watched in amusement, reeling in the view of being able to torment her for what she did. yet it would never be enough, he would do it again and again and again until it drove her mad. scaramouche was determined to cause hell for her betrayal to her own son, to whom she deems so disposable.

“enough. get out of my face.” the words leave her mouth before she has the thought to consider them, unsympathetic to the way scaramouche’s face softens at her dictatorial turn once more. it bites at him, chewing and pulling at his flesh and organs and makes him scrap the thoughts he’d had seconds ago. so he truly was nothing to her? another face to order around as if she wasn’t the reason his feet wandered teyvat so hopelessly, so ruthlessly. as if it wasn’t ei’s fault that he’d been betrayed by so many, including herself.

so keep your judgement for someone else, i’ve had enough.

by the time the sun paints the sky in hues of oranges, pinks and reds, the cliff is empty once more. the storm has passed, the dark clouds rolling away as a blue sky blankets inazuma in comfort and peace. nature crawls out from its hiding places, chirping and filling the silence with its noise. the people of inazuma would never know what happened that night on a random cliff, drowned out by the downpour.

they would never see the scene of a god and her puppet; a mother and her son.

#꒰꒰・♡ thunderstorms #genshin impact #genshin #genshin angst #genshin fanfic #genshin spoilers #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche #kunikuzushi #raiden ei #raiden shogun #https-heizou

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the-cosmos-withinus · 10 months

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Shadow Puppets AU - The Archivists

General Headcanons

They are the physical manifestations of stars, similar to the character Yvaine in Neil Gaiman's Stardust

Groups of them form constellations and refer to one another as 'siblings' but not as in modern definitions re: brother and sister, they means any relationship in a familial bond

in this case the two eldest, the Archivist and the Preserver would be more closely defined as the parents of this group, which is why they are the most decorated

They are Collectively known as the Archivists after the Eldest in their Constellation, though individuals and pairs have come to be known by other names as well

All of them are non binary, but some of them would have chosen to use pronouns if given the chance

The Archivists technically started the war by attempting to wipe out the Titans, but were acting out of fear after discovering the Titans were immune to their power and the Collector was imprisoned before the conclusion of the war leading the Assessor specifically to begin acting out of revenge

Because they are actual stars, when they die, their corresponding star is destroyed, along with any of their surrounding planets, which means that the actual death toll in the Archivist/Titan War was immeasurable

The Archivist

No face reveal, they are an enigma. The Preserver is the only one who has ever seen the Archivist without their hood

They are eldest of this constellation and founder of the Universal Archive House

Would go by He/They pronouns

They started the mission to preserve endangered species

already more solitary than the rest of their constellation and rarely seen outside of the House, but since the Titan war has become a complete recluse due to blaming themselves for the Assessor and the Cataloger's deaths as well as the Collector's disappearance

The Preserver

The second eldest star in the Constellation, known in tandem with the Archivist as 'the Observers' since they were non-interfering explorers before they began archiving endangered species.

Would answer to she/they pronouns

Was also the one who was closest to the Collector, the only one who would actively stop what they were doing in order to play with him

Openly opposed the war with the Titans and refused to take part in any of it.

They mourn their fallen and have become somewhat reclusive as well, but not nearly as much as the Archivist

Still has faith that the Collector is alive and periodically sends one of his toys out to search for him, this toy is known on the Boiling Isles a the Wailing Star.

The Assessor

The largest of the Archivists, but actually is the second youngest after the Collector

The most hostile and war-like of all the Archivists and if anyone could be pointed at as the one that actually started the Archivist/Titan War, it would be them because of their constant fearmongering

They are the one that the Titan Trappers actually knew as 'The Grand Huntsmen'

Though referred to by the Trappers as he/him and masculine in appearance, if the Assessor ever discovered She/Her pronouns they would have taken them and never looked back

Spent most of the war in search of the Collector and with their dying breath told the Trappers to kill the last Titan in order to free 'them' referring to the Collector

The Cataloger

The Cataloger was the overworked one that never had time for anything, including pronouns (might have tried she/them)

Though too busy for the Collector, they would humor him by listening to him talk about the specimen he collected as they cataloged them

Victim of the Assessor's fearmongering, fought in the war and was the creator of the Draining Spell

The Cataloger was the first Archivist casualty in the war

They have a passing resemblance to Odalia Blight because of a now abandoned plot point of the AU had this resemblance to his sibling was the reason that Astrophel chose Odalia to be 'Mamadalia"

#toh collector #toh archivists #toh ocs #the owl house oc #shadow puppets au #Lore post

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Lore and design are still in concept, but here is the imp in its human form ✨️ I guess she may be my semi-Stalker OC.

The outfit is supposed to be mixed with the idea of Blue-blood tail coat, the Workshop Master's Workwear, and Someone's Memory. I might adjust her outfit in the future.

I have yet to finish my original Imps lore overall, but to make it short, they're basically world observers.

Ending spoilers ahead!

Another Lies of P OC, heh (with a small mascot insert).

She (or "it") is mostly used for funsies in my mini comics and drawings. She has her own separate fanfic AU from Uon.

Omp is the name! The people at the hotel didn't know what to name this strange little creature, and neither did P. So, they thought to name it "Omp." One of the hotel members believed she resembled an imp, so they tried calling her imp. However, someone misheard "imp" and thought they heard "omp." So now, it's Omp.

Omp found P at Krat Central Station when he was sleeping in one of the train carts (which happened to appear to be a secret workshop by Geppetto). She found him by following a little blue butterfly since she could also hear Sophia's voice (my imps can hear any divinity voices in each world they visit). When P woke up, Omp decided to follow him. P was confused about what she was, neither human nor puppet. In the end, they ended up traveling together, and the puppet grew curious of her. The two slowly bonded, and Omp grew attached to the puppet. Eventually, they began traveling together throughout the game.

After killing the archbishop at St. Frangelico cathedral, Omp desired to be closer to the humans in this world, especially with P. Her desire was so strong that with ergo, she was able to manipulate her body to look human. (When an imp grows attached to their companion, they would mimic their forms. In this case, Omp tried to be a "puppet" and "human." She did not know a puppet was an automaton until later on, and then decided to be "human" instead.)

She was able to adapt to the environment and learn the history of Stalkers and their factions. After the earthquake and the King of Puppet's performance, she hid her identity as an imp from Simon Manus and Geppetto and pretended to be a Stalker. She does not have a confirmed faction, and she took the animal "lamb" as her mask. However, her horns stood out, so Stalker enemies along the way would think she was a goat. So, they spread her name as "The False Lamb." Her mask would bleed black tears whenever her powers became overwhelming from ergo along with her imp-like abilities merging as one. (The symbol of "lamb" represents Omp's willing to sacrifice herself for P.)

Omp's connection with P would be a "knight and prince" relationship. Oddly enough, she had a connection with P's old past self, "Carlo," but she wasn't sure why. All she knew was that she had to protect him. Though, sometimes, she would get carried away, and Gemini would find it very odd due to her overwhelming, guardian-like behavior. Then again, the two knew she wasn't quite human and was still adapting to the world. P liked her the way she was, and sometimes found her chatter and odd behavior humorous and entertaining.

Omp would attempt to be flirtatious, being charismatic, but awfully failed at them (mostly because she was doing this in front of a puppet, in which P had no clue how "flirting" worked). Gemini found this hilarious, and Omp would constantly be in embarrassment.

A very weird additional info, but my Imps have a strong and natural aroma of "honey and blueberries." (This is due to their natural diet by eating fruits constantly, and eventually their bodies mimicked the fruity scent.) Members had no idea why, but whenever she walked by, they always described Omp smelling very nice. Eugenie believed Omp must've bathed regularly, even though Omp did not. P did not understand scent, but as he became more human, he found her scent oddly "stress-reliving."

Real Boy Ending:

With the fall of P, Omp was devastated and heartbroken. She refused to let Geppetto win, and so she became the strings for P, known as the "Abyssal Strings." She used her small body to sit inside his chest cavity, where his P-Organ once was. Players would play as "Carlo" (NP) and fight the controlled Pinocchio.

Once the player successfully stopped P, Geppetto attempts to capture Omp for experiments. With Carlo's manipulation, Omp would be successfully captured and used to "save Krat."

Rise of P Ending:

Omp wanted to go home but realized she enjoyed her time in Krat. She had yet to explore more about P's growth as a human in a puppets body and the rest of the "fairytales." For now, she vowed to assist P and stop the Petrification Disease. She eventually became "The False Lamb" stalker and built a small guild of surviving stalkers to restore Krat. No one knew she was an imp, but they saw her as an odd person who could do amazing gymnastics across Krat.

Stringless Puppet Ending:

Omp realized P still had much to learn, and so she protected him along the way back to the hotel. Like the Rise of P ending, She still vowed to help P and stop the Petrification Disease. She still took "The False Lamb" name but did not build a guild of stalkers.

#lies of p #lies of p oc #oc #original character #oc with canon #lies of p character sheet #character sheet #doodle #imp #idk what i was doing #might change the looks in the future #self mascot insert

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My Own Headcanons On The Abstracted Characters

Rett - A calm, kind and helpful orange dog who likes to keep in touch with others and tries to cheer them up and help them out whenever they feel down or have the urge to find the exit. Unfortunately, due to his insanity from trying to find the exit himself later on, he ends up abstracting…

Wriggle - A worm on a string who remains neutral towards others. He has mixed feelings towards Caine and prefers to examine him at all costs, in case the AI is actually trying to hide the exit from them and just keeps them in the circus on purpose. Sadly, he ended up abstracting a little before Rett did, thanks to the thought of trying to find an exit, which drew him to pure insanity…

Moppsy - A very sweet and gentle sock puppet. She has a sweet side when it comes to the rest of the characters trapped in the circus with her. However, she can have a dark side whenever something or someone makes her upset. Trust me, it ain’t pleasant. She can be cute, but deadly, not in a literal way, but in a way where she shouldn’t be messed with. Like the others who abstracted, she had the goal of finding the exit, but the more she thought about it, the more it drove her crazy. Only a while later would she fall victim to abstraction…

Yucko - A yellow clown who feels very upset and hopeless due to realizing that there’s no exit out of the circus. He doesn’t talk much around the others and prefers to be alone in his own room. The others do try to cheer him up once in a while, but he would only go back to a sad state not long after. He would be one of the first to abstract after not being able to take it anymore and make the mistake of trying to find the exit, despite knowing that there isn’t one…

Bizz - A jester who can be gullible and foolish. He has an attitude that speaks concern, but that’s only when he tries to entertain the others, where he can go crazy at times. Whenever he doesn’t though, he can have a caring side to him, where he tries to comfort those in need of help from sadness and finding the exit. Although he’s more likely to try to avoid thinking about finding an exit, he started to get sick of staying in the circus and wanted to go back to his old human life soon enough. With the goal of finding the exit, he would abstract some time before Yucko would…

Doz - A purple dinosaur who can be hyperactive at times. She likes to make adventures more fun and entertaining by having an adventurous tone in her personality. She really wants the others to have a more pleasant experience in the circus as she knows that they’ll be there for a long time without an exit being possible to find. Despite all the love and care she gave for the others to enjoy the circus and feel better, she would end up abstracting after hiding her thoughts on finding an exit, a secret she kept since she first entered the digital circus…

Blonk - A curious and shy pink cyclops who was one of the first to enter the digital circus. He doesn’t like to say much and prefers to stay by someone’s side. He can have the fear of being alone as it can drive him mad from the unnerving things that could be hiding beneath the digital circus. He feels as though there could be a hidden exit somewhere, but he doesn’t have much hope in that. He tries his best to feel safe from the very activities that Caine gives out to give entertainment to the circus as he finds them to be fun to do. Of course, he would succumb to abstraction after gaining too much hope in finding an exit, where he would go wild trying to accomplish his goal of getting out of the circus…

P.S. Here are my own Headcanons of the abstracted characters, at least the ones who don’t have any background at the moment unlike Kaufmo and Queenie. I know it’s not much, but I gave out my best thoughts based on their photos on the doors along with my thoughts on them. I will not include the blurred characters yet as they have no resembling features to figure out what they look like in appearance. I took some inspiration from certain users as they gave me some ideas on my Headcanons. Overall, I do like the ending result. 👍

*I do not own the show or the names of the abstracted characters (really like these names). They both belong to their rightful owners, consisting of GLITCH, Gooseworx, and Sunnie_Daies (the names).*

#tadc #theamazingdigitalcircus #the amazing digital circus #abstracted #abstracted characters

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multi-fandomsfreak · 4 months

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Hi, It’s me the anon that requested the Xenophanes x Demon Reader that was friends with Fleeway.

I have another idea 💡

So continuing on from my previous request let’s say reader and Xeno are just hanging out and somehow Sonic stumbled into Xeno’s dimension and he sees the reader next to Xeno and he freaks out because he thinks Reader is Amy so he runs up and grabs Reader trying to save them from Xeno and both Xeno and Reader are confused and shocked by what’s happening. So now we have Xenophanes and Sonic chasing after each other because of Sonic’s confusion.

Meanwhile Xeno’s puppets (Eggman, Tails and Knuckles.) are just watching the whole thing go down while Majin Sonic and Unused Sonic (His name is just Unused but yeah..) are just silently making jokes and laughing at Xeno.

Once again, I hope you’re doing okay! 👍🏽 And I’m doing alright as well 😽✌🏽

Xenophanes with a demon reader (Part 2)

Hey there again! Thanks for the ask!

Honestly I love the idea you just said that I started writing this as soon as I saw the request. Although it’s almost 5:00am where I am and I should be asleep right now I don’t care. Just imagine Sonic having an Amy moment when she accidentally confuses others like Shadow for him. Kind of ironic when you think about it. Anyways glad to hear your doing well and once again hope you enjoy reading this! ~J/Blaze

Here’s Part 1 of the Ask

Pronouns: She/They

Warning: ❌ (Sonic has his Amy moment lol)

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Xenophanes + Sonic + Xeno’s Puppets (Tails + Knuckles + Eggman) + Majin + Unused

Proofread: ❌

Credits: Art by OrcaTheArtist on Deviantart + Banner by 5macc13 on Pinterest

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- It’s been a while since you’ve met and eventually befriended Xenophane and you got to say you honestly don’t regret it. Pretty much after being ‘introduced’ to him by Fleetway you two have been attached to the hip. You even got to know his puppets which although at first they only got along with you because of Xeno eventually they did manage to genuinely get along with you outside of him.

- You even got to know some more of his ‘friends’ , for example people like Majin and Unused. Honestly you found the two of them interesting. It didn’t seem they did any harm yet they seemed to hang around people like Xeno. Just like the puppet gang they were actually decent to be around. Sometimes when you aren’t hanging out with Xeno or Fleetway you three like to have a get to gather and just talk. Kind of like the Unused and Majin Show (By Nominal Dingus on YouTube) just minus the talk show part.

- Surprisingly the two of them somehow don’t confuse you as Amy. Although they do see the resemblance just like Eggman they can distinguish the difference between you two. Plus they understand that you are your own person and understand that it can be annoying when you get compared to someone you aren’t. They respect that so they don’t do it.

- You’ve pretty much gotten used to hanging out with demented version of sonic and his friends as well as being one yourself you haven’t really had the chance to think about what would happen if you met the real deal. Although you couldn’t really care less if you met the actual Amy, however with someone like Xeno you severely doubt that he would be kind meeting the real Sonic or any of his friends. Considering what he did with his versions of Tails, Knuckles and Eggman, who knows what he would do with the actual characters from the hit game series. However, you were about to find out what would happen and although nothing too violent happened it was definitely funny at least to you and those who witnessed it.

- Somehow Sonic found himself in the universe that contains all of you. Not recognising where he was and wondering where his friends were he immediately went and looked trying his best to not get caught by whatever could hurt him. After looking around he stumbled between all of you hanging out. At first he was wondering who the hell all of you were but when he saw you his eyes immediately widened. Although you didn’t have that much of Amy’s appearance, he saw his friend's silhouette and automatically assumed that you were ‘Amy’. He didn’t want ‘Amy’ to get harmed by Xeno and the others so he figured he risked his life and save you.

+ As soon as Sonic saw his friend hanging out what looked like disturbing versions of him he let his emotions get the of him and placed a hand on your shoulder and pulled you back. At first you were confused at who the hell was pulling you back and it seemed like the others were as well. “Amy! Be careful!” Sonic said hugging you tight, keeping an eye on the others still not paying attention to you who clearly wasn’t Amy. “Who the hell are you? And why the hell are you grabbing onto them like that?” Xeno said slightly growling at Sonic like a goddamn dog seeing another dog. “I’m not letting you get close to her or harm her so back off”. Everyone including you just looked at Sonic. The puppet trio whispering to each other about their friend confusing you for Amy, wondering what Xeno may or may not do to him. Majin and Unused slightly chuckling to themselves, well mostly unused and Xeno preparing himself to attack Sonic.

+ “What do you mean? They aren’t going to attack me?” You said as you tried to remove Sonic’s arms around you “What are you talking about Amy can’t you see…” Sonic was about to explain how clearly dangerous the others looked, however he quickly stopped himself and took a minute to take in what you said. Why weren’t you worried about them? Then he finally decided to look at you directly. That’s when he finally realised that you weren’t Amy. Well at least not mentally and sort of physically. “Wait your aren’t…” he said slightly, stumbled back removing his arms from you. “Unfortunately I’m not your friend ‘Amy’ I’m [Name]” you explained yourself giving a shocked Sonic a smile. You can hear Unused letting out a slight snort trying to hold in his laughter as Xeno approached him. Sonic slightly chuckled to himself out of awkwardness and slowly tried to get away apologising before quickly running off with a slightly pissed off Xeno chasing after him. The rest of you pretty much just stood still watching this whole shit show go down. “Should…we stop him?” Majin spoke up suggesting how to stop Xeno from harming Sonic “Nah just let him do it” Unused waves Majin off slightly entertained with what’s happening right now “Yeah I agree, let’s at least let him get it out of his system before stopping” You added on trying your best to conceal the smirk appearing on your face.

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