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yeah lilac would probably still have issues occasionally though. He has a fear of gator bots cus of his past; Monty wasn't uhhh...the nicest to him in his universe :']

What Terry's Actually Doing While Zeus and Jigsaw Go About Their Plan + Andromeda Being In Labour

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Probably, yeah. He'd be wary of the little guy but like...would probably warm up to him within minutes. Realising that he's just a lil guy mentally, like he is. I feel like they could become best friends, even at Terry's mental age.

What Terry's Actually Doing While Zeus and Jigsaw Go About Their Plan + Andromeda Being In Labour

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Ngl, Lilac would probably just bring one of his blankets and curl up in the corner farthest from the lil guy, and just. Sit there.

What Terry's Actually Doing While Zeus and Jigsaw Go About Their Plan + Andromeda Being In Labour

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His house loomed in the distance, and he started to slow, relieved and calming himself mentally. It was a small thing, maybe two bedrooms, and a pale blue that seemed to glow in the moonlight. Its porch was a quaint space, complete with an ornate railing and a porch swing that swayed slowly with the breeze. And. Well, it was definitely well-maintenenced. Ben shifted the body on his shoulders and stepped into his yard, the clipped grass shifting--almost loudly in the dead silence--under his feet. He walked slowly, with purpose, over his lawn and up onto his porch. "Welcome to my home," he said quietly, turning to look at Moonmoon. "I hope you enjoy your stay. Be warned, there is a large cat bound to attack you as you come inside." With that, he turns his--unlocked--handle and opens the door, disappearing into the yawning darkness.

Moonmoon never left the void for one simple reason: he was scared.

Well, fuck him in particular, because he just so happened to have a high that made him feel so? Giddy? Despite being tired. He had taken a random spin of worlds that interested him, and, soon enough, the void had tore itself open and created a rift into a different universe.

Which led to now, as the jester skipped out of it, jingling, into a dark alleyway. He really hadn't thought this through, had he? The bells gave him away as he found himself in the shadows of tall buildings.

And. He uh, happened to be pushed out of his void tear near a... daycare attendant model?

He couldn't tell what was happening, really.

So, he did what any only-somewhat-self-preserving bot that liked these particular models would do: he went towards the daycare attendant animatronic, at least making out the shape of rays in his silhouette. Huh, how fun!

@goodnight-moonmoon

Ben didn't expect visitors. All he expected was finishing the dissection of this strange specimen and heading home. The soft jingle of bells made him pause, hands covered in blood and viscera. His head turned slowly, 180 degrees, and he fixed his lamplight-yellow eyes on the stranger. The stranger with no face. How interesting. He wondered what their insides looked like. All he did, though, was stare.

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Being called cute filled him with conflicting emotions: appreciation, adoration, flustered confusion, and--strangely enough--fear. He takes a second as Moonmoon continues talking, eyebrows furrowing as the jester mentions a portal. And mentions going back. And he just. Shakes his head. "No, if it's alright, I'd be okay staying here. I hate that fu- freakin' circus.." All the performances. All the "one-on-ones" with fans. All the annoyances and exhausting moves. Yeah, no. He's good.

@clownswhodontsmile

BOOM. Clown has been dropped off at your current location, disgruntled and bewildered. However you deal with this is up to you.

He blinks at the mysterious voice as it fades. "Wait-"

The location Clown had been left in was a room. A rather small room.

This universe seemed to be set to some sort of eternal night; eigengrau grays that covered the area, though there were streetlights outside. It seemed off, and perhaps it was due to the lack of any distinct persons awake or walking around. As if it was only this room that mattered in the world, that somehow everywhere else outside was a sort of prop or background.

There was a light on in the room—a lamp that was set to dim. And the room wasn't too much of a mess. A closet in one corner, a few mannequins with other, jester-like outfits, and different schematics of existing (?) daycare attendants could be seen around the room, as well as on top of the dresser next to the closet.

A bed was in one corner, though it was rumpled.

And... who the room seemingly belonged to? Was a jester, who had fallen asleep in a chair. A startled noise had spilled out of him as he jingled in confusion, looking around wildly and. The faceless being stopped to just. Stare. At Clown. He really had been getting lucky seeing so many DCAs recently, but this was. A bit of a surprise.

Wait. Waitwaitwait—he knew who this bot was. Oh god, he had given him flowers. The lamp was illuminating his face (or lack of) as he stiffened. What. What did he say here? Moonmoon liked Clown, but? Hwuh? How did he get here—how was this universe found. That was going to be more of his concern for a while. But, right now. Figure out how to. Interact with Clown. He could do that, right? Right????

[ @goodnight-moonmoon for myself ]

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"You're welcome." It's soft as it leaves his voice box, and then, at Moonmoon's agreement, he stoops and starts fumbling with the body, pulling at it, positioning it, and putting the severed hand in an apron pocket. And then he pulls the fleshie up and into the fireman's carry. For him, it was the most comfortable way to carry a humanoid; much easier than the pack-strap carry. That one was just uncomfortable on his rays. "Come," he says gently. "Kishki is waiting, I'm starving, and you don't need to be out here any longer." He says 'starving' with a different tone..like..rumbles in his voice box. And then he starts walking, a bit faster than before the fleshie put a kink in his plans. The rest of its kind just stare wordlessly, their whispers dying down to pure silence. Not even crickets punctuated the silence as Ben walked. He needed to get home and soon. With three AM came worse things.

Moonmoon never left the void for one simple reason: he was scared.

Well, fuck him in particular, because he just so happened to have a high that made him feel so? Giddy? Despite being tired. He had taken a random spin of worlds that interested him, and, soon enough, the void had tore itself open and created a rift into a different universe.

Which led to now, as the jester skipped out of it, jingling, into a dark alleyway. He really hadn't thought this through, had he? The bells gave him away as he found himself in the shadows of tall buildings.

And. He uh, happened to be pushed out of his void tear near a... daycare attendant model?

He couldn't tell what was happening, really.

So, he did what any only-somewhat-self-preserving bot that liked these particular models would do: he went towards the daycare attendant animatronic, at least making out the shape of rays in his silhouette. Huh, how fun!

@goodnight-moonmoon

Ben didn't expect visitors. All he expected was finishing the dissection of this strange specimen and heading home. The soft jingle of bells made him pause, hands covered in blood and viscera. His head turned slowly, 180 degrees, and he fixed his lamplight-yellow eyes on the stranger. The stranger with no face. How interesting. He wondered what their insides looked like. All he did, though, was stare.

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Clown stood at his vanity, hands clenching the porcelain and shoulders hunched. Behind him, Monochrome stood in the doorway of his tent, posture tense. Clown watched the black-and-white solar model sign through the mirror, his eyebrows drawn together in annoyance. {Clown, I don't understand why you have to act the way you do,} Mono signed, static barking from his voice box. {You didn't need to yell at me the way you did.} "...Go away, Monochrome," the Eclipse model growled, his pupilless eyes boring into Mono from his reflection. "You're in my space." {I'm merely stating that you made quite the scene; our audience was--} "I DON'T CARE!" Clown whips around, his emotes clicking and revealing his snarl. His eyes pricked with saline tears. "Go bother someone else; I already know you hate me! Fuck off, Monochrome! Not everything's your business! You don't need to know why everyone feels the way they do!" The mute animatronic stood there, shocked. First of all, Clown didn't cry. That's not who he was. Secondly, the assumption of his hate for the taller bot came as a surprise. He didn't...really hate Clown, did he? He slowly raised his hands, frowning. {...Clown...are you okay?} "I'm fine," the other spat, but his twitching eye told otherwise. He turned to face the mirror again, this time avoiding looking at Monochrome. "Just go back to your fucking show and leave me be." Mono hesitated, but turned to leave.

It was evening the next time Monochrome decided to check up on Clown. The bot hadn't left his tent since their argument earlier, and he just wanted to make sure that he was ready for his night show. When he got to the doorway, he stopped dead still. Clown's casing rattled weakly as his systems tried to keep up with the self-inflicted damage. His extra arms were ripped off, his teeth were all missing, there were claw marks around his empty eye sockets, and there was oil. Everywhere. Spattering the walls, the floor, and the cracked casing of the very bot that'd done it. Monochrome's hands fell to his sides limply, and he sent a distress ping to his superior. Oh, Clown, he thought, horrified, what have you done?

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I love cottagecore.

Like, yes, please invite me into your warm, woodland abode and make me a cup of tea. We'll sit by the fireplace in comfy clothes and squishy chairs and read books by the firelight, and then we'll go garden by the moonlight?

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i genuinely thought that shes going to shoot herself in that scene and got really dissapointed when she didnt and like: "fine...ill do it myself.." and made this dirt.

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Waves to you!!! Hello. Uh. I am. Not good. At talking to people. But. You're really cool!!!! Bwaugh

HIIII! *ecstatic wave* I think you're cool too!! :DD I heard you likkkkeeee my butcherrrrr :3c

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She's hideous. She's mentally exhausted. She's nauseous. Is it even possible for an immortal being to be sick? She doesn't care. Actually...where the fuck even is she? She can't bring herself to raise her head. Move a muscle. The scent in the air is familiar. Like. Machines. But... She can't even. She's so weak. What's wrong with her? Everything's so bright. Oh, yeah. Her protective skull's been knocked off by the force of air travel. She lies in the grass, not even caring who stumbles across her. Something went wrong around here. She can feel it. But. Her scars itch. The ugly fucking things they are complain against the innocent breeze. She's so done. She's so tired. Someone, please find me.

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The day has begun to fall, the sun slowly going down in the distance. It was strangely silent, as if all life had went into hiding—or had been purged. The only noise that broke this unsettling quiet was the faint sound of grass crunching underfoot. The stench of death drew closer, a strong coppery scent that couldn't be missed that could only mean trouble.

A red moon model had come to a stop a few feet away, looming over the rabbit. The bot's red eyes—ones that were thankfully not pinpricks or with entirely red sclera—looked over Loppy. Dried blood was on the animatronic; a dark, reddish-brown that blended in with his pants, and less so his apron and jacket.

Splotches of red were present. A more recent killing done by his hands.

Bloodmoon approached the rabbit, slowly crouching down to her level—like one would an animal that easily startled. A bloodied hand reached towards the immortal, stroking the top of her head. A living creature that he refused to kill, now that his mind was his again.

"Poor thing..." he rasped. The moon assumed it was dead. After all, what hadn't he killed?

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He doesn't notice Moonmoon's pupils until after he's standing over the body, dripping knife in one hand and the jester's hand in the other, and he turns to glance back at the jester, making sure he's okay. He thinks their eyes, despite being only black and white, are pretty, and he watches as they pick up his bag. He didn't know they have eyes; then again, he didn't know they had a mouth, either, and that had appeared earlier when they...mm when they licked his finger. So...are their facial features something they can summon at will? If so, why hide them? Are they ashamed of them? Maybe...he shouldn't comment on their eyes? But. He's rather candid. "Your eyes are pretty," he hums while he's distracted, and then Moonmoon's question about the body has him staring at the twitching fleshie again. Fuckin'...he sighs, brows furrowing and his smile dropping to a frown. "I'm hungry and can't wait to tear it apart, so I'll carry the body. Do you..." He eyes Moonmoon with the bag. "Do you mind carrying that?" The humans slowly close in, not too quickly, but he'd like to get out of there and get home safe.

Moonmoon never left the void for one simple reason: he was scared.

Well, fuck him in particular, because he just so happened to have a high that made him feel so? Giddy? Despite being tired. He had taken a random spin of worlds that interested him, and, soon enough, the void had tore itself open and created a rift into a different universe.

Which led to now, as the jester skipped out of it, jingling, into a dark alleyway. He really hadn't thought this through, had he? The bells gave him away as he found himself in the shadows of tall buildings.

And. He uh, happened to be pushed out of his void tear near a... daycare attendant model?

He couldn't tell what was happening, really.

So, he did what any only-somewhat-self-preserving bot that liked these particular models would do: he went towards the daycare attendant animatronic, at least making out the shape of rays in his silhouette. Huh, how fun!

@goodnight-moonmoon

Ben didn't expect visitors. All he expected was finishing the dissection of this strange specimen and heading home. The soft jingle of bells made him pause, hands covered in blood and viscera. His head turned slowly, 180 degrees, and he fixed his lamplight-yellow eyes on the stranger. The stranger with no face. How interesting. He wondered what their insides looked like. All he did, though, was stare.

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Titan trying to surprise Andromeda with a card and gift as a thank you for being a good babysitter to Terry and Elena --

...Awe, thank you~ You shouldn't have.

She looks at the card.

ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ ....Special cunt?

Titan makes a choking noise.

Wha-- what?!

It says: For a special cunt...

...Andi, that says Aunt.

Not with THAT font, it doesn't?!?

@ravens-and-rust (for a lil giggle while I go have dinner and medicate my back)

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Titan trying to surprise Andromeda with a card and gift as a thank you for being a good babysitter to Terry and Elena --

...Awe, thank you~ You shouldn't have.

She looks at the card.

ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ ....Special cunt?

Titan makes a choking noise.

Wha-- what?!

It says: For a special cunt...

...Andi, that says Aunt.

Not with THAT font, it doesn't?!?

@ravens-and-rust (for a lil giggle while I go have dinner and medicate my back)

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Several of the humans tilted their heads at the dark jester, some chuckling in a raspy voice, others just eerily staring, their eyes wide like a doll's sitting straight on a shelf. Some shuffled closer, edging into the street from the other side, and Ben growled low at them, a warning. He reaches back with his free hand to grab Moonmoon's pulling him closer in an attempt to show the fleshies that it's his. Wait. His? Oh, no, that's not right, he doesn't own them; that's wrong! What has come over him lately? He glares daggers at the closest mannequin-like humans as they breathe raggedly in his direction. A few of them whisper. "Butcherrrr...butcherrrr...butcher brought a frieeeeend...give us the friennnddd. Butcherrrrr Benjaminnnnn..." He shudders. Just. Leave him alone. "I hate fleshies," he rumbles. "Just wanna tear them to pieces." And then one reaches out. And he baulks. Suddenly, the hidden knife at his waist flashes through the air, the brown bag in his arm dropping to the pavement with a sick plop, and the human's hand following suit with a similar noise. It stares at its severed limb before lunging at the butcher. His only thought is to protect his new favourite friend, and he just. Kills it. Blade through its heart. Pulls it out and shoves it into its head. The other fleshies look on, whispering excitedly. "Butcherrrr!!" He steps back from the body, smile wavering. "Looks like I have more to drag home."

Moonmoon never left the void for one simple reason: he was scared.

Well, fuck him in particular, because he just so happened to have a high that made him feel so? Giddy? Despite being tired. He had taken a random spin of worlds that interested him, and, soon enough, the void had tore itself open and created a rift into a different universe.

Which led to now, as the jester skipped out of it, jingling, into a dark alleyway. He really hadn't thought this through, had he? The bells gave him away as he found himself in the shadows of tall buildings.

And. He uh, happened to be pushed out of his void tear near a... daycare attendant model?

He couldn't tell what was happening, really.

So, he did what any only-somewhat-self-preserving bot that liked these particular models would do: he went towards the daycare attendant animatronic, at least making out the shape of rays in his silhouette. Huh, how fun!

@goodnight-moonmoon

Ben didn't expect visitors. All he expected was finishing the dissection of this strange specimen and heading home. The soft jingle of bells made him pause, hands covered in blood and viscera. His head turned slowly, 180 degrees, and he fixed his lamplight-yellow eyes on the stranger. The stranger with no face. How interesting. He wondered what their insides looked like. All he did, though, was stare.

[ravens-and-rust]

JSKDJKHDFJDKFHD MY BOY HES SO GRHGRHRHGR IN YOUR STYLE OOOOH MY GOOOSSSHHHH

ou . ouh . ...,,, hi @ravens-and-rust

ben dca.... i love ben dca so much. i 'm .. .. eh e ee.... he's soooo pretty..... take . take this,,,, if i got anything wrong,,, let me know,,,,

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