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Shhhhh they’re talking about robots 🤖

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You're back :D!!!

Indeed >:3 i finally have time to Rp and use this blog again and I’m really happy about it!

I hope to continue and create more threads with you and grim :D

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Poncho is back!! and in a better art style

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When you really wanna Rp, but you just moved and are now in a different time zone entirely with your depression kicking in.

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As Tup entered the hanger, his eyes landed upon Ponchos crumbled form.

Blood was pooled around him, his once colorful clothes were now more dark red. Deep cuts covering his arms gushed out blood, every moment his skin seem to get paler and paler as the fluid left his body.

“D-d-don’t cme near me tttttup, don wanna....” he wheezed out, hands still barely clutching onto his own comm.

Fine then, I order you to go comfort Poncho.

AFFIRMATIVE. I’LL GO FIND H-HIM NOW— *sneezes tiredly, vaguely remembering an anon saying something about Poncho, comms him with a hoarse voice*

Poncho, you okay, vod?

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The sound of sloshing cloth filled Tups comm, hollow breaths and a weak voice followed right after. “t-t-tup?” Poncho forced out, hands staining his own small comm in his own failure blood.

Fine then, I order you to go comfort Poncho.

AFFIRMATIVE. I’LL GO FIND H-HIM NOW— *sneezes tiredly, vaguely remembering an anon saying something about Poncho, comms him with a hoarse voice*

Poncho, you okay, vod?

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Poncho gazed down at the floor, silence filled the air around him as the sound of Dogmas foot steps became faint. Although he never spoke, he was screaming within his own mind. Screaming at his own failure, Yelling about how Weak and Useless he was to his own family.

As he was lost in thought, the paint around him became more and more bloodied. Blues and yellows twisting into pure red puddles. The blood pooled around him, soaking his clothes and arms in his own fluids.

Finally the lost of blood was too much, he fell to the floor, pale and cold, surrounded by his own failings. 

Poncho sat alone within the hanger, hands covered with dried and new blood as they reached shaky for several tools.

The silence around him was supposed to be calming, showing him that everything and everyone were ok now. But the longer he sat there, arms deep within wiring, it seem to start suffocating him. His lungs felt weighed down, every breath sounding more like a wheeze than an actual breath.

Once he finished up, shutting the panel with a weak push. Poncho hasn’t realized there was someone at the opening of the hanger, dripping with pink paint and a paint ball gun in hand.

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The sudden taste of paint caused him fall to his knees and start gagging, vomit spilling on the floor a moment after. As he finished Poncho mumbled out, “ Wha am I supposed tu call you then?”

Still looking at the floor, Poncho was silent for a second,his shoulders shook slightly as he finally croaked out in a confused and guilt ridden tone, “I-I don’t know, you tried to put something up my nose and I-I panicked...”

Poncho sat alone within the hanger, hands covered with dried and new blood as they reached shaky for several tools.

The silence around him was supposed to be calming, showing him that everything and everyone were ok now. But the longer he sat there, arms deep within wiring, it seem to start suffocating him. His lungs felt weighed down, every breath sounding more like a wheeze than an actual breath.

Once he finished up, shutting the panel with a weak push. Poncho hasn’t realized there was someone at the opening of the hanger, dripping with pink paint and a paint ball gun in hand.

@clonetrooperdogma

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The sharp pain of the small paint balls caused him to fall back onto the floor, paint and blood mixed together one the walls and floor.

Looking around to see his attacker, Poncho spotted Dogmas advancing form. “H-hello um-Sir...” he squeaked out, fear filling his voice as he scrambled to stand up.

Poncho sat alone within the hanger, hands covered with dried and new blood as they reached shaky for several tools.

The silence around him was supposed to be calming, showing him that everything and everyone were ok now. But the longer he sat there, arms deep within wiring, it seem to start suffocating him. His lungs felt weighed down, every breath sounding more like a wheeze than an actual breath.

Once he finished up, shutting the panel with a weak push. Poncho hasn’t realized there was someone at the opening of the hanger, dripping with pink paint and a paint ball gun in hand.

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Poncho sat alone within the hanger, hands covered with dried and new blood as they reached shaky for several tools.

The silence around him was supposed to be calming, showing him that everything and everyone were ok now. But the longer he sat there, arms deep within wiring, it seem to start suffocating him. His lungs felt weighed down, every breath sounding more like a wheeze than an actual breath.

Once he finished up, shutting the panel with a weak push. Poncho hasn’t realized there was someone at the opening of the hanger, dripping with pink paint and a paint ball gun in hand.

@clonetrooperdogma

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(Well, ponchos going to have a hard time meeting the 501st now.)

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He struggled underneath Dogmas weight, unable to kick him off. As the worm entered Ponchos nose, he scrunched up his face with his shoulders shaking in fear. “I-Im sorry Tup.”

After what seemed like hours Poncho opened one of his eyes, staring up at Dogma in confusion. “I-is something supposed to happen? I don’t feel anything happening to my brain.”

As he crawled, a firm grip smushed Dogmas body against the cool floor. Poncho was above him, a grim look painted on his face. “I’m sorry sir, but I’m not letting you hurt my brothers.” He whispered, voice echoing through the empty room. @ponchotheclone

*rolls and reverses the grip, instead pinning poncho. They set one of the eggs on the ground, relieved when it starts to hatch and they can commit both hands to holding down poncho. Though their grip isn’t exactly what it should be. The worm heads for ponchos nose*

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Poncho looked away from him, silently walking over to his side. His hand reached up to tups hand, landing softly on top. “I won’t hurt you even if you get wormed.” He whispered, eyes glaring holes down at the dirt.

As they walked closer to the campsite, a group of shinies came into view. At first the two clones had looked relived to see them, but the sight of them holding eggs had forced them to hide behind a group of trees. “H-how are we going to get to the ship without them seeing us?” Poncho whispered

Running through the heavy vegetation, Poncho didn’t look where he was going, a shaky breath left his body as he tripped. Feeling his body Collide with something, he jumped up into a defensive stance. Unsheathing his vibroblade with a panicked look covering his face as he stared up at Tup @ponchotheclone

*nearly back to camp, walking as quickly as he could make himself go when Poncho ran into him, straight into his injured shoulder* Ow!

*winces before realizing who ran into him* Wait, Poncho?! W-Woah, it’s just me, vod...

*waits for him to put down the knife before continuing* You have to come back to camp with me! Dogma and Fives were infected with some kind of geonosian worm, and it’s doing something strange to them. They’d never attack me if they had a choice.

We have to get back before they board the cruiser and infect everyone onboard!

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Poncho picked up the pace of his walking, putting himself in front of Tup protectively. His hand tightening around his blade, “W-wait! What if th-they try to get you too, I don’t w-wanna have to hurt you as well...”

Running through the heavy vegetation, Poncho didn’t look where he was going, a shaky breath left his body as he tripped. Feeling his body Collide with something, he jumped up into a defensive stance. Unsheathing his vibroblade with a panicked look covering his face as he stared up at Tup @ponchotheclone

*nearly back to camp, walking as quickly as he could make himself go when Poncho ran into him, straight into his injured shoulder* Ow!

*winces before realizing who ran into him* Wait, Poncho?! W-Woah, it’s just me, vod...

*waits for him to put down the knife before continuing* You have to come back to camp with me! Dogma and Fives were infected with some kind of geonosian worm, and it’s doing something strange to them. They’d never attack me if they had a choice.

We have to get back before they board the cruiser and infect everyone onboard!

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