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capribornio · 1 year

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This is going to be disorganized as fuck, I don't actually have a point, but I just rewatched MPN Story Mode and I'm going crazy, so I'm going to word vomit on this post

Ok so we all know the meeting scene between Jeb, Doc & Hank, right?

Fantastic scene, go watch it if you haven't (and if you did, rewatch it. It's just great). Anyway.

So, one thing from that is that we get this

So, ghoulish huh? A quick search on Merriam Webster tells me:

1: : a legendary evil being that robs graves and feeds on corpses

2: one suggestive of a ghoul

especially : one who shows morbid interest in things considered shocking or repulsive

Which... interesting. Of course, we already knew this, didn't we? After all, we had Krinkels' poster:

Bit hard to see, but right under NOT A DOCTOR, where I marked it, says: MORE OF A GHOUL

So that's curious, right? But, well, nothing too out of the ordinary. I mean, ofc Doc would have morbid interests, absolutely nothing surprising in Nevada.

EX - FUCKING - CEPT

You see, usually in the stage before a flashback cutscene, we have something slightly leading up to it. Hofnarr notes before a Hofnarr flashback, meeting Jeb before a Jeb flashback, etc. You get the point.

...But the stage right before this is The Last Leg, a Deimos & Sanford stage. Now, the other stages before this one did have plenty of Christoff's back and forth notes against Dr Crackpot. ...But there's none in this chapter. In fact, the only not-S&D main character is Tricky, who is notably absent from the flashback.

And here's where it gets weird.

Because The Last Leg is only focused on introducing robot enemies. The only note we have is from an employee, complaining about the things turning against them:

They are specifically complaining about insolvents:

(From the Merriam-Webster site again)

a: unable to pay debts as they fall due in the usual course of business

b: having liabilities in excess of a reasonable market value of assets held

: insufficient to pay all debts

(Bolding mine)

What it is to say, they are more dangerous than they are useful.

Alright, but what does this have to do with the flashback?

Well you see, The Last Leg has a boss fight. Against something, very, very interesting:

VERY interesting design, isn't is? Red eyes, fucked up mouth, a black mohawk...

Ok, ok, but surely I'm reaching. I mean, what could this thing have in connection with Doc at all?

...Oh.

Yep. This enemy shares design, as well as a ghoulish connection to 2BDamned.

In fact, in concepts designs (from the wiki):

Earlier concepts of the Ghoul depict it as a feral Mag zombie, and then later on a quadrupedal Mag unit with cybernetic augmentations. Early concept images assigned him the subclass of "Carrion Eater"[1]. This, combined with how early concept artwork of it depicts it holding a corpse with it's head eaten, implied that it would have eaten corpses in the middle of battle.

And sure enough, it's the first definition of ghoul.

All of this? Means the connection to the flashback wasn't neither Jeb nor Hank. It was Doc.

So. What the fuck does this mean? Well, first of all, fuck me if I know. This is the bare facts, and I hope anyone besides me can gather anything from this, because I'm stumped.

...Sort of.

You see, I have another connection to make. This one, I recognize I might be reaching (but then, maybe I'm not?) (Idk man)

After all, as we come to find out from Arena Mode, Doc is very much meddling in the godly affairs of Nevada.

And, well. Those are Nevada's gods. The Maker, who's Doc benefactor, and...

The Machine.

And now, I'd like to point out your attention to the fact that, while I called the enemies in The Last Leg robots, the only way they're called in game is...

(From the Insolvents log)

And the only other time (as far as I remember, correct me if I'm wrong) we fight waves of robots, and the final boss is a giant robot is...

(also, notice the Grand Steward has a grunt-like face with its faceplates closed off)

...when we meet The Machine itself.

So. Once again, what the fuck does this mean?

Ultimately, I just don't know, really. But I have a very strong feeling there is something very, very important we don't truly know about Doc's connection to the Machine.

#Madness Combat #Project Nexus #2BDamned #Madness Combat Doc #The Machine #MPN spoilers #Madness Combat The Machine #hi i've been going crazy for the past week #(agressively shaking doc) tell me your secrets #My post

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bubbleteacat · 2 years

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I thought I might as well start this blog with a drabble! I thought a long time about which mc/mpn character it should be and decided for one who doesn't seems to have any content so far. At least I haven't seen anything about him. I hope you enjoy this! :)

Yandere!The Maker x Merciful!Reader drabble

Trigger warnings: Obsessive behavior, Stalkerish behavior, implied death, implied violence, kidnapping

Nevada was truly a place full of madness and violence. Something like mercy did not exist in a place like this. Or at least it was a rare thing. The Maker knew this. He had seen enough when his creations fought each other. When they had ripped each other apart. Sometimes within reason sometimes without any at all. This was just what Nevada has become. And yet... there was you. So different from the grunts he had watched. You showed mercy. In more than one way. If it was sparing an enemy you had fought before, treaten the wounds of another grunt without expecting something like a payment, or releasing another from their pain with a bullet as they were at the edge of death. You showed them mercy even if they had not deserved it. And the way your gazed at them. So full of fondness. You were just so different. And while he was aware that he, as the god of Nevada shouldn't focus on just one simple grunt, he couldn't stop himself from watching you further... And the more he watched you, the more his obsession grew. He wanted you to be safe, away from all the horrors that existed in Nevada. Someone as pure as you should not show mercy, or be forced to interact, with the grunts who maybe have never even heard that word. They did not deserve your mercy.

The Maker thought about how you would be so much safer with him. He was one of the most powerful beings in Nevada. Even the Employers could not reach his power. He could keep you away from the violence and madness. But... how is he suppose to approach you? He barely showed himself to anyone nor interacted much with his creations. You might become afraid of him if he just randomly appeared in front of you. Who wouldn't in front of their god? He had to careful approach you. Perhaps with the right timing? For now he continued to watch you... until the day your mercy almost became your demise.

You didn't knew about the higher being watching you with his all seeing gaze. Of course not. And even if you knew about his interest in you, you wouldn't be able to understand it. You were just a simple grunt, trying to survive. You never wanted to participate in the bloodshed. But that was hardly possible in a place like Nevada if you didn't wanted to to end up as just another corpse on the side of the street. Though you had decided to not take a life if you could avoid it. To help the few who could do better, and even the ones who will likely continue to kill. Who knows? Perhaps you will make a difference in this world with your actions. Even if that hope was small. You never wanted to kill anyone. But of course... someone would take advantage of your mercy at some point.

You had been out, scavening for supplies, before returning to your hideout. Even though you had made some allies through your acts of mercy, you still prefered to scavenge by yourself. While your new friends did try to show the same mercy you had showed to them, they were still more aggressive, and didn't minded some useless bloodshed. Which often prevented you from making more allies. At some point you had found an Bandit, surrounded by Zeds, and fighting for survival. And even though you had bad experiences with their kind, you still felt the need to help them. So you had rushed in, and made quick word of the undeads before they even had noticed your presence. The Bandit, obviously confused why you had helped them, even accepted your help with patching up their wounds before you went your own ways once again. You were happy to help someone, and perhaps make an ally for the future in case you cross paths again. But oh... were you naive. Soon the Bandit returned, with more of his kind. And they were out for your gathered supplies, and your blood. They saw no reason why they should spare you. And you, obviously scared now, you knew this would be it. This is your end. You had nothing to defend yourself. Your last bullets had been used for the Zeds from before. The Bandits had trapped you into a dead end, which left you pressing yourself against the wall that was blocking your way, while you watched them in fear as they closed in on you. And a shriek excaped your throat when one of the Bandits rushed fowards, towards you, with a raised machette. This is your end. So your closed your eyes, hoping for a quick death... but it never came.

instead you saw blinding light through your closed eyes, followed by screaming... until it was silent again. Carefully you opened one eye just to see the Bandits gone. And instead someone in a cloak stood just a few feet away with their back turned to you. All you could do was stare at your savior, with mouth agape and unsure what to say. It didn't took you to long to notice that the bodies of the Bandits were missing. There was not even a trace of blood there. As if they had just disappeared. Which was almost impossible. Almost being the keyword. Most were aware of the higher powers that lingered in Nevada. Even if they had never seen them. So... you had an idea of who this could be... And it made you press yourself even closer against the wall as The Maker finally turned towards you. His four-pointed star, which was filled with stars and the colors of the galaxy staring at you, while you could just stare back in fear. No. He didn't wanted you to be afraid of him. He did not mean you any harm.

" Please. Do not be afraid, my dear. I have not come to harm you."

The god spoke quickly, but calm, after seeing your scared expression. Of course you would be scared in the presence of one of the most powerful beings in Nevada. Of their god. Your god as well. And while you still felt some fear, his words calmed you down a bit. If he had wanted to kill you, he would have done so already. But... why had he saved you? So much death in Nevada. Yours would be just as meaningless. So why?

And while you could just wonder silently why the god had helped you, The Maker could do nothing but stare at you. It was so different to see you there, standing in front of him, than watching you in his usual way. Far away. And out of reach. You were far more beautiful in person. It left him without words. No words could describe what he was feeling right now. Though the fear he saw in your face made the god want to hold you, and tell you everything is fine. He had felt so angry at the sight of those rotten Bandits chasing you through the ruins. And how he had enjoyed it to make them suffer as he killed them. He couldn't have let them harm you! How dare these ungreatful abominations even lay a hand on you! He should have-

"Uh-Uhm... Thank-Thank you!"

You suddenly spluttered out, and halting The Maker in his hateful thoughts. And given that you had stuttered so badly, and almost screamed at him, it made your face flush in embarrassment. He admittingly liked the red color on your face. And you just continued to speak, trying to cover up your embarrassment.

"I mean- Thank you... for saving me from those bandits... uhm..."

Your words left you again. Once more unsure what else you could say. And after a moment, you could hear him chuckling. Which made your face even more flushed to his amusment. The god then carefully, to not scare you any further, closed the distance between you two before slowly, and oh so gently, taking your hands in his own. The way he touched you, almost as if you were made of porcelain, made most of your fear disappear. He really was not here to harm you... right?

"How could I watch and see them harm such a pure being like yourself? You were so merciful towards them... yet they took it for granted. Those deceitful abominations."

The god hissed those last words, and made you flinch with your fear suddenly returning. He sounded so angry. And you are pretty sure that him being angry was less than a good thing. Even if the anger was not directed towards you. Not yet at least. Perhaps it would be a wise idea to just... leave. Say your goodbye and quickly return to your hideout, and allies. But as you tried to slip your hands out of his grasp, it tightened, and you were unable to move away. It made you very uncomfortable.

"I uhm. Thank you again for your help but I... I really need to go. My friends surely are worried about me already, and I-"

You were silenced as The Maker suddenly pushed you back into the wall. Not hard enough to hurt you, but surely to make you whimper in fear. So much of him not wanting you to fear him.

"No. I cannot let you return to them. Like that disgusting Bandit, they will take advantage of your mercy. I cannot let that happen."

Now this made all those alarm bells inside you ring. And even though you knew that this was some higher power, you started to struggle against his grip on you, and hiss at him to let you go. It just made The Maker's grip tighten on you, and he pressed his body against you to make you struggle less. He did not understand your reaction! He just wanted to keep you safe! Why would you rather stay with those mere mortals, if you could stay with a god? The galaxy that served as his face started to glow brighter. You will understand that you were safe with him. For now he just needed to bring you somewhere safer than here. A place you can't escape from. But with your sturggeling, that was going to be uncomfortable for you. You must be tired anyway, no? From all the running, and fearing for your life. Perhaps it would do your good to take a forced rest. And he can help with that. One of his hands left yours, just to be placed on your forehead. And suddenly you started to feel so very tired. You struggeling ceased, until you completely stopped, and your legs gave up beneath you as the world around you turned dark. The Maker was immediately there to catch you, before your body could hit the ground.

The god scooped you up in his arms, watching your now calm face fondly. Soon. You will understand. He doesn't need you to worship him. Unlike someone with a god complex. He just wants you to be safe. To feel such a pure being close to him. To touch you. To caress you. You will understand it at some point. Surely. And with these thoughts The Maker walked through a light filled door, that he had summoned, with your unconscious body, before it disappeared again. Leaving no trail of you or about what had happened.

OKAY. This got quite long! Please bear with me! This is the first time I write this kind of things myself ^^ I would love some critism though!

#yandere madness combat the maker #yandere madness combat x reader #yandere madness combat #my writing #the end was kind of rushed tbh #tw obssesive bevahior #tw yandere #tw stalkerish behavior #tw implied death #tw implied violence #tw kidnapping

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