#Tunnel Operations and Maintenance

[gulfbusinessdevelopment]

Implementing Real-Time Intelligent in Transportation Systems

Long wait periods and unpredictability provide many problems for transportation systems, especially bus networks for Intelligent Transportation Systems. These issues reduce public transit's efficacy and efficiency, which causes commuter annoyances and subpar operations for transportation authorities. Numerous factors, including traffic congestion, unanticipated events, and insufficient information, contribute to uncertainty and lengthy wait times in transportation networks.

As a result, passengers frequently have to wait for long periods of time at bus stops due to erratic bus arrival and departure times.

In addition to being inconvenient for passengers, lengthy wait times deter people from using public transit, which increases the use of private vehicles, causes traffic, and raises environmental issues. Our study intends to create methods and tools to lessen waiting times and uncertainty in bus transit systems in order to address these problems.

[showfallmediacameracrew]

Going to give my Tweetie Bird a gift :).

[theladyheroine]

Minibots in TF One 🪐🛸

❥ Hello everyone! Taking another break today, but I was watching TFOne with my sister & it drew me back to this idea I had! Thank you & enjoy! 🥳

So real quick, I know they’re called Mini-Cons sometimes in comics or other media, but for this headcanon I’m just gonna call the little Cybertronians Mini-Bots! Anywho, I mentioned that they’d be in the background during Transformers One in the post above, but I wanted to elaborate on that since they’re so cute. 🥰 I apologize if that’s a strange reason but let’s get into it! 😅

Now I don’t think the Mini-Bots would be half the size of a Cybertronian because I forgot Bots without a T-Cog reach less than that or just barely. So I’d imagine they’d be around 10ft tall or below since the Cogless Bots are all around 18ft and over.

Thank you to whoever made this height chart! 🙏 I hope you don’t mind me using it!

Since Mini-Bots are so little I assume they would take over positions that require extra assistance or maybe even maintenance since they’re a little small to take on big jobs like mining or similar work.

Personal assistants, package delivery, organizers, maintenance, or social workers are some of the main jobs I feel they’d have during TFOne. Education would be another addition, but not for combat purposes really. Some of the bigger jobs could also include archiving, science, and entertainment. But by entertainment I mean any kind of creative field too! Plus these occupations don’t seem very dangerous either.

Now since these guys are smaller they’re very good at building and fixing things. I imagine they make all the machinery for the mining facilities, as well as handle any transportation units. They make sure everything is operational and if something is broken they go to fix it. In a way they’re kind of like little dwarves! 😆

Anywho, I feel they’d be very good at arts & crafts too. According to a post I found in the TF Wiki, fashion is a thing in Cybertron! I unfortunately can’t find the post now though, I’m real sorry. 😅🙏 But things like jewelry, accessories, battle masks, or other attachments for Cybertronians would be their field of expertise. Especially when Optimus Prime first takes over, they have more room to express themselves!

While battle attachments aren’t really necessary until much later in this universe, you can anything leave up to the Mini-Bots! They might even get you a discount if you come in with the parts yourself. But they’re willing to do a simple repair job too. It’s what they were made for!

Also real quick, if anyone has anything to say about fashion in this universe feel free to let me know! I’ve seen a couple posts about it online and it sounds so cool!

As for transportation, they can ride the shuttles and trains just like any other bot, but it might be difficult to get around. Similar to Zootopia, I imagine they’d have their own section to ride on or even their own modes of transportation. Kind of like little tubes or tunnels running around Iacon?

Or if they do choose to ride the shuttles with other Cybertronians, I can imagine them climbing up their taller buddies for a better view. That just sounds so cute! ☺️

There are smaller buildings that act as charging stations or homes for the Mini-Bots. Shops too! Of course they sell what they have to everyone, but if a customer or a client is a little on the big side then there’s a window they can walk up to and ask for anything.

That is all I have for now but let me know if you have some new ideas! I love talking about the culture in this movie, especially since we’ve seen that Cybertron looks like now! But I hope you all enjoyed, thank you!

[greatwesternway]

Thomas and Friends S13E03 "Tickled Pink"

You forgot "Tickled Pink" was this early in the CGI era, didn't you? Third episode in and we've already got an episode most people remember and like.

So aside from an oft repeated and rephrased comment that made me harrumph enough to do this in the first place ("The CGI sucks"), another reason I wanted to do these is because Tug's recap of Season 13 also just came out and he claimed to have so little to say about it that he had to fill the last ten minutes of his video with some unpleasant skit where one of his friends resentfully shouts through a door about having to talk about this season.

But one of the few things Tug did find to say I quite agree with!

The exposition of the episode involves James being told to go get repainted, being sanded down, and then given a protective pink undercoating to keep water out.

This is a sort of practical train maintenance and operations detail that we don't see so much of in a story at this point, but we're not just painting James in bee stripes because Percy decided so this is a stark improvement. There is an actual reason to paint James pink like this and they explain that purpose to you. They also bring this detail back in The Adventure Begins.

The great strength - and great irony - of Thomas and Friends is that aside from the talking trains with faces, the original books and most of the best parts of the show are very much grounded in reality. The show does forget this sometimes, but we generally all like it best when the trains are busy, are observing correct railway procedures, and no one is giving an engine too much human responsibility.

So yeah, James gets painted pink for a very serious and non-silly reason.

But before he can be given his proper top coat of red paint, Sir Topham Hatt shows up and says James must fill in for Emily at the last minute and take his granddaughter and her friends to a birthday party. Kind of silly allocation of resources, but this is also the cotton candy economy.

James is a fragile and sensitive little train though. When he encounters Emily in the siding at the junction, she laughs at his pink paint. He caint let that stand so he resolves not to let anyone else see him in the stupid outfit his mom Sir Topham Hatt made him wear.

But Sodor Karma is a fickle mistress and though James didn't actually do anything wrong yet, his decision to hide from other engines risks his being late and so must be severely discouraged.

First he happens upon Toby coming in the opposite direction and hides under the branches of a weeping willow tree. But Gordon also comes rushing by and blows all the branches about, revealing James to Toby, who obviously laughs.

Then James happens on Diesel who's shunting a bunch of trucks about. James hides behind some of them, but Diesel - fastest shunter on the roster - cleans the yard out only too quickly.

You know what though? Of all the engines who have and will laugh at James today, Diesel was actually the most restrained about it. "You're a big pink steamie!" and then, like, a second and half of "heheh". Not a mirthful guffaw, not a prolonged chuckle. Barely even a remark upon a such novel sighting.

But somehow Diesel was worst of all. Hmm.

Now James really is almost late so he decides to take a shortcut through a tunnel. Fine and well, except Gordon then approaches... from the same direction that he approached from before? Seems logistically wrong, but whatev.

James pulls back into the tunnel to hide so Gordon won't see, but Gordon's on the same track as James. Luckily, Detective Gordon saw James' steam billowing out before he just charged into him. Gordon demands that James come out because he's holding up the express, but James just backs in deeper.

Then Thomas and Percy show up and now the conversation sounds like someone locked themselves into the only bathroom in the office. Remember Salaryman Thomas? This is like if you crossed that with the set piece from The Simpsons' episode "Stark Raving Dad" where Homer had to go to work in a shirt that had been dyed pink in the wash.

Anyway, James rationalizes that now he's making everyone late, including the children, so he nuts up and leaves the tunnel. Percy, Gordon, and Thomas all laugh heartily at him and it's bad but somehow not as bad as Diesel.

But now he ain't got no time to ruminate on that 'cause damn it, those children need to get to the party! He meets Spencer and Henry along the way, who also laugh at him but even though that's embarrassing, James has committed not to let it stop him.

What's interesting here is, he hasn't committed to not care that other engines are laughing. He very much does care that he looks silly. He's just not letting it stop him from working. That is a great life lesson. Sometimes you can't not care, but that's okay. Sometimes you feel the way you feel and sometimes you can't set it aside, but you still have to finish the job you're doing.

As the ancient Project Runway wisdom goes, "You better cry and cut."

And James does! Although he has one last point of hesitation because he's worried the children will laugh at him, he arrives to pick up the children on time.

What he finds is that not only do the children not laugh (they're all girls which was a fact carefully hidden until this point), but Sir Topham Hatt's granddaughter is delighted that James is pink. It's her favorite color and the party is pink themed.

Even at that age, she must know enough about trains to realize how special it is for an engine to dress on theme for a party.

The moral of the story is sometimes your mom is going to send you to school in an outfit she thinks is just darling but that is definitely gonna get you picked on today. You're allowed to hate it, but you still have to go to class and for what it worth, you probably do look darling.

[handymanz13]

— sudden alliance.

( 1060 words ) ... in which sebastian and painter officially meet.

sebastian's heart thumps in his chest, rings in his ears, and fogs his brain. the anesthetic, or what little of it there is, still runs through his veins and makes his movement groggy. he's distinctly aware of the blood towards the end of his tail, but he does his best to ignore it.

 sebastian is quick, sure, but not in this state. there are urbanshade operatives behind him, though they keep their distance; they saw what he did, they saw the doors he had opened, and they've got no orders to take him down just yet. sebastian knows, or at least a little voice at the back of his mind knows, it's only a matter of time.

 shouts of, "stand down, z-13," "stop resisting," "stop running," echo in the halls. alarms blare and drown them out. though there are no execute orders, the mutant serpent running through the halls has most certainly been warned for. no one stands in his way, and he's thankful for that.

 he doesn't know where else to turn. his mind is still fuzzy, and he takes to the one place he likely knows better than any operative: the maintenance shafts. sebastian is up there in an instant, into those winding tunnels that cover the entire span of the building, just above their heads. yells and demands to stop continue. sebastian ignores them.

 sebastian clutches his forehead, pressing his head against the walls of the maintenance shaft. though, at his size, it's much closer to a vent. he shakes his head. this isn't the time, nor place, to stop. he pushes onwards, not even sure of where he's headed, he just knows the room he's looking for exists.. he knows the operatives below can hear him; the tiny, pointed legs near his hips are loud as they make tik-tik-tik sounds against the metal flooring.

 it takes him a few minutes, before he finds an opening that does not have the same screams and sounds of boots hitting the floor. just below, he peers down into the opening. a white room with server towers, as tall as the ceiling. a computer in a cage, which sebastian finds odd. not like the computer could run, but maybe it's to keep people like sebastian out.

 sebastian zones into the thought. so much so that he forgets what he's been doing, where he's at, and that he's hovering over a giant opening in the maintenance shafts. he falls, and he falls hard. "fuck!" sebastian shouts as he hits the tile and brings his two largest arms up to shield his head. he whines on the floor for a moment, before a harsh and raspy voice pipes up nearby.

 "oh! hello," it (he? they? she?) speaks, "that's one way to make an entrance, z-13." 

 sebastian slowly lifts his head and squints all three eyes at the source of the voice. shit, that's right! the computer! yes! the mutant fish-man hauls himself towards the grate surrounding the computer and finds his hold. he hauls himself upwards. "you," he pants, out of breath, "how- how do i get in here?"

 the computer draws a puzzled expression. "i-i'm not sure," it stammers, bewildered, "if i knew, don't you think i'd be out of here?" sebastian frowns and furrows his one eyebrow. it makes a good point… if you ignore the leg - or, rather, lack thereof - issue, which sebastian is.

 sebastian is about to give up, surrender himself back to urbanshade, before he remembers he killed an operative. he doesn't have that option. surely this grate can't be that tough. he tries it, grabs the metal wiring, and puts all the strength he has into tearing it. and, sure enough, it gives. it's easy for him to break, and perhaps he's got that mantis shrimp DNA to thank. whatever it is, sebastian is in, and the computer is sputtering repeatedly, "woah! woah, hey! hey, i'll get in trouble, you can't just-"

 "shut up- just- just shut up. where's your keyboard?" sebastian slurs, though the computer can't pick it up. "keyboard, you've got to have one. there's-" he coughs. his chest aches from overexertion. "code, there's a code, and i can- i can get us out, i just…" he trails off. his eyes look bewildered, lost, and frustrated all at once. he bites a hole into is bottom lip. the computer winces.

 "first off," the computer pipes back up, "you're talkin' crazy, and-" it draws a panicked face, "we haven't even met! and you're asking all of these things, and-"

 sebastian grunts. "painter," he suddenly blurts, like he's remembered the name out of nowhere, though he's not quite sure he remembers where he heard it, "i can… hook you up, to the- the…" he doesn't know the words. he gestures wildly upwards, outwards, and whips himself around. painter adds angry eyebrows to the panicked face from before. it's confused.

 "mainframe?"

 "yes- yes, that. that," sebastian snaps his attention back to the computer. "i can get us out, i just need you to buy some time. please." he doesn't wait for a reply. he doesn't have time to wait for a reply. sebastian grabs onto the laptop next to painter and sets off to work. he doesn't have experience with this, but he figures there's a way to override painter's permissions. painter says nothing in protest, and simply draws a question mark and an exclamation point.

 it takes a moment before painter replies, "yeah, yeah. yeah, i'll help! but it's easier if you just let me put the code in," it mumbles. sebastian either doesn't comprehend through the drug-addled haze, or he ignores it. it certainly takes a while, but sebastian finds where to edit the permissions, edit what painter has access to, and it's done.

 sebastian opens his wide mouth to speak, to explain what needs to be done, but he's interrupted by heavy boots and shouts outside of the door. "buy me time, that's it, i-" he swallows, "i'll be back later, i'll be back." and just as soon as he entered, sebastian had hauled himself back up into the maintenance shafts, and was out of sight.

 the operatives breached the door a moment too late, weapons drawn. the only thing left in the room was the lone computer, a tattered fence, and small spots of blood dotting the tile that sebastian had crashed into. 

also on ao3.

[sapnapstummy]

short little dsmp thought from my drafts (tw for referenced torture)

c!sam left the server at some point early on. he'd seen alyssa and callahan leave and after continuing to get his stuff stolen and dragged into drama, he leaves too. but he leaves behind his latest robot, one nearly indistinguishable from himself. he makes sure it's moral and always does what's right. and it reports back to him every week.

the server operates in the back of his mind now, something about another war, betrayals and secret alliances. he doesn't pay much attention, working on his own side projects. then the robot asks him permission for something... "should i let harm come to the monster"

it's not super coherent, and upon further notice the backlog of reports is looking sparse. sam figures it needs some maintenance and is malfunctioning. he assumes the question was about mobs and the morality of killing them. so he sends back a "protect the people around you. if that means harm to monsters, then that's okay." the robot goes quiet after that, no real reports. just: "all is right." every so often.

the robot has slipped his mind when he runs into quackity on the mcc server months later. he's greeted with an overly familiar smile that sets off alarm bells.

"didn't expect you to be taking a day off, warden." quackitys eye twitches.

sam shrugs, "can only work on the same project for so long before it gets boring."

quackity bristles, "i'm making more progress than you did. i have dream begging and pleading with me, all you did was let him sit around. when i get the revive book it'll be off my work."

sam has no idea what any of that means. so he asks about the only thing he does recognize. "how is dream?"

quackity scoffs, "stubborn and annoying as ever." normally sam would laugh and agree, but the way quackity says it sets his mind on edge. "i'm sure you saw him how i left him today. i wonder how long it took him to finally die and respawn."

"what did you do?" sam asks, trying to push down the horrifying sense that quackity isn't playing around.

"hacked through his leg with an old pair of shears. quackity grins, snapping his suspenders with a satisfied look in his eyes.

sam holds back bike, quickly he pulls up the logs. the robot doesn't mention anything about quackity or dream. the last thing he got was the odd question. the growing dread burst into full terror. "i have to go." he tells quackity, running off to the server portal without hearing his goodbye.

the first thing he notices when he gets back on the server is that the air stinks. it's stagnant and thick with the smell of gunpowder. urgently he pulls up the robots tracker, rushing toward it quickly. he's so focused on his compass, he doesn't notice the building until he's nearly on top of it.

a massive rectangular box of obsidian blocks the horizon. the tracker says the robot's inside and he has to push down dread as he enters. his robot greets him immediately, "the prisoner is not taking visitors at the moment."

"what have you been doing?" sam asks, walking around the desk.

"i've been doing what is right and necessary." the robot answers methodically.

sam's fists clench at his side, "override any commands you have and take me to the prisoner."

the robot hesitates for a moment, but follows his orders obediently. it leads him through tight twisting tunnels deeper and deeper into the obsidian. sam waits with baited breath as the wall of lava drops slowly. the sight that meets him has him doubling over spitting up bile.

red-brown covers the walls and floor. and the air is so thick and hot and rot-scented he can hardly catch his breath. dream is almost unrecognizable, a bony bleeding body trembling in the corner. his mask is missing and his golden curls lay in thick dark mats over his face.

"dream," he whispers horrified.

a raspy whisper barely makes it to his ears, "please sam. please don't let him come back, i'll do anything. please."

sam reaches for him, recoiling as dream flinches away. "i'm getting you out of here."

dream shakes his head weakly. his body weights almost nothing as sam pulls him into his arms. dreams breathing goes ragged and panicked, clawing at sam's chest. "i've got you," sam promises, "we're getting away from here."

"i'll never give you the book," dream sneers.

sam shakes his head and holds dream closer.

[skullytotheark]

Timothy Wright “Masky”

For beginners and people who want accurate/canonical lore

[i spent an hour writing about tim lore so i said fuck it and decided to post]

[NOTE: Alot of this is canon Tim lore except for headcanon stuff, The Original source for Tim is Marble Hornets.]

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Bio

Name: Timothy Wright 

Current Age: 35 [late 20s when marble hornets ends]

Height: 5’6

Canonical Physical appearance: Timothy Wright is a slightly chubby build man with noticeable stubble and sideburns along with a combover hairstyle

Tim’s overall personality: Tim is a level-headed, cautious person, but he is not afraid enough of his advisories for them to disable him. Tim can also be socially awkward at times but tends to be calm a lot of the time

Canonical sexuality: Asexual [Confirmed by Tim Sutton]

Original source material: Marble Hornets [2009]

Creator: THAC TV [The Marble hornets crew], Troy Wagner, Joseph Delage [Writers of marble hornets] and Tim Sutton [Actor of Timothy Wright]

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Lesser known facts

Tim’s final words to Brian who is revealed to be Hoody in entry 86, Were “I’ll Kill you”

When Jay is reading Tim’s files in entry 60.5, There is a noticeable detail in the documents that says “Does patient smoke” or something of this nature and it is ticked “Someone in the house smokes,” Implying that one of his family members smoke and this habit soon grew onto him

In entry ######, The person speaking throughout the video is confirmed to be Tim [the actor], Which Means that this is the first and last time where Masky has spoke

Tim was going to college originally wanting to do photography [confirmed by Tim or Troy]

Despite popular belief, Masky / Tim is not a proxy. This being confirmed from the multiple times both Masky & Hoody constantly avoid or run away from the Operator / Slenderman. 

After we are led to believe the worst when Marble Hornets ended [believing that Tim offed himself]. Skully in issue 3.5 from the official Marble Hornets comics confirms that Tim is in fact Still alive. This statement is also made true in the canceled Clear Lakes 44 series by Troy Wagner when we see footage of Tim returning to a normal life and working moving supplies 

OOC fact that i think more people should probably know about: The Cheesecake joke is a fatphobic joke made via the creepypasta fandom along with other viewers who would make negative remarks towards Tim's weight, Tim later develope a eating disorder because of the constant insults he got about his weight

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[Canon] Important events & Lore for Tim

[For people who don't wanna sit through the entire series and kinda want it summarized through]

[NOTE: make note that I will be updating certain points if they are incorrect lorewise since alot of this is based off of my own interpretations and memories of the marble hornets series]

Tim’s childhood:

At First Timothy Wright was a very normal lad, Although socially awkward and having a slightly shaky relationship with his mother and father, Tim was considered a normal child. However It is when Tim is 8 to 12 this is when he’s beginning to experience symptoms that are under the hallucination and schizophrenia category. After multiple visits to the doctor his mother ��Janet Wright” finally decides to send Tim to the local psychiatric ward where he is further treated by the doctors within the ward, But no matter what they’ve tried it seem that every now and then Tim will have a episode where he breaks out of the ward and run into the local park rosswood national park or hide in a maintenance tunnel which was close to the ward. Always claiming that he was hiding from whatever that he was seeing before bringing him back and locking Tim into his room and giving him large doses of his medication. 

College:

A Couple Of Years Later, [around early 2000s] Tim is released into the world and is stable enough to go to college and get proper education, Tim originally studied for photography however it is when his close friend “Brian Thomas” introduces Tim to “Alex Kralie”, Brian was originally auditioning for Alex’s student film “Marble Hornets” but soon Tim was somewhat pressured  into auditioning himself. Alex takes note of both of the two’s auditions and later hires them for his student film. Everything started off very tame, The cast would often go off to small locations and film for the movie until later on Alex seemingly becomes more paranoid and slightly aggressive towards his cast. While location hunting with Alex Tim takes him to an old abandoned location near his psychic ward he spent as a child, However after Alex pestered him about the ward Tim soon unwillingly showed him the ward where Alex later attempted to kill Tim. Tim narrowly escapes Alex and although Tim had no memory of this encounter Tim & Alex soon loose touch

Mid Marble Hornets:

[#54 to #59]

In the early 2010s Having no memory of most of the filming during Marble Hornets, Tim was now living a somewhat stable life with a small job. Everything seemed surprisingly normal in life until one of Brian’s Mutuals “Jay Merrick” requests a few of the tapes Tim had that he was given to by Alex so he can use some of the scenes to finish the Marble Hornets Film Alex was working on. Tim gives the tapes to Jay and Jay asks Tim to take him to one of the locations him and Alex visited to, Although slightly skeptical Tim agrees and takes him to the abandoned location. Jay strangely having a weird fixation on the abandoned ward next door to the location Tim originally took Jay to, While roaming within the halls Jay notices a hooded figure roaming down the halls and chases after him. Very suspicious of Jay’s behavior after this encounter, Tim discovers the “Marble Hornets Youtube Channel” and realizes that Jay was lying to him about wanting to finish the film. Tim confronts Jay in a parking lot and tells Jay to never talk to him again. However Tim’s medication was stolen by the Hooded figure that appeared in the ward and Tim has a seizure, When it ended Tim didn’t seem like his regular self as he dawns a mask from the hooded figure before entering rosswood park, Jay following the two in an attempt to help Tim while he was in this strange autopilot like state where Tim is extremely hostile and non talkative.

Masky: “A Mask Of My Own Face”

[Appearances:#18, #19, #23, #33, #35, #45  #50, #52, #61, #76 and # 86]

Originally appearing in entry 18, This strange state Tim appears in every now and then where Tim is mute and often hostile to most People. A possible Theory is that this State is the body’s self defense mechanism for an entity known as the Operator who has haunted Tim all of his life and is the possible reason he spent most of his childhood in a psychiatric ward in the first place. As mentioned this mechanism seemingly puts the body in an autopilot like state where Tim acts without second thought. The Hooded Figure seemingly knew this and exploited Tim’s defense mechanism to have Tim attack Alex multiple times, During one of these attacks Tim attacked Alex [who was visiting an abandoned location with Jay] wearing a white Mask that had black outlines going around the edge of the mask, Black teardrop shaped outlines going around the mask’s eyeholes, U shaped eyebrows and lips painted onto the white mask with black sharpie or paints. During this attack Alex tied Tim and had Jay hold him down before Alex smashed and broke Tim’s leg with a block of cement [this action from Alex caused conflict between him and Jay]. In another attack with Alex the hooded man distracted Alex as Tim got the upper hand and threw Alex to the ground, Tim then tries to smash Alex’s head in with the Rock but fails so attempts to choke him. However this attack failed and the two ran off when they noticed that the Operator was protecting Alex.

“The End Days”

[#63 to 83]

Towards The End. After Jay and Tim make an agreement to help each other, The Two begin going location to location in attempts of finding any pieces to the puzzle Jay has been trying to solve for years now, In attempts to avoid Alex the two would go hotel to hotel while constantly going to new locations slowly but surely piecing things together. During this Time Tim and Jay form a small friendship between each other while also sharing possible theories to what happened during marble hornets, Such as Where to find a missing person named Jessica Locke and why Alex did all of this. However things take a turn when Jay and Tim are attacked by the Operator while searching at Alex’s old house, This attack sending Jay in a state where he is barely aware of his surroundings and aimlessly wandering. Of course Tim tries to lessen the side effects from this attack by giving Jay some of his medication however Jay is very stubborn and seemingly refuses any help while in this state. A short while later when Tim and Jay discover that Alex was hiding in Tim’s house waiting for Tim to come back so he could kill Tim and hopefully Jay, A small argument sparked between the two about whether they should go to the house or not, They soon go to Tim’s house to learn that Alex was kidnapped by the hooded man and is holding him at a abandoned school. However Jay soon attacked Tim and snatched a tape recording that Tim was hiding from him, Jay leaves and watches the tape to find that the hooded man and Tim [while in autopilot state] abducted Jessica possibly in an attempt to drag her out of the whole marble hornets mess, The three go to Rosswood park only for Alex to attack them, Jessica defends herself from Alex when realizing Alex was the threat and not the two masked men before retreating in the forest only for the Operator to abduct her. Learning the contents within the tape only caused conflict to spiral between Tim and Jay when Jay pinned the blame on, Jay attempts to attack Tim but Tim disarms and ties Jay up, informs he’s going to the abandoned shool and leaves Jay at his house. While Tim was having a coughing fit moments after he exits the school and runs to his car he hears a loud gunshot, He recollects himself to find Jay’s camera which shows that Alex shot Jay and in response lock himself in a room only for the Operator to kidnap Jay. Upon learning about this Tim pins the blame on both Alex and the hooded man, A few days later Tim and the hooded man have a fight that led to the Hooded man falling out of the window and to his death. Leaving only Tim and Alex left,

“The Day, The Music Died"

[2014]

In the final days, Tim and Alex was teleported to different locations Tim has been to during marble hornets, The two often exchanging blows to each other while Tim attempts to persuade Alex into stopping this madness, However Alex believes that everyone he had killed was infected with a sickness and that if he hadn’t kill them the sickness would spread, Tim’s counter argument to this is that Alex was only being used by The Operator as a source of power. However when Alex finally gets a grip on Tim, Tim stabs Alex in the neck before stabbing him multiple times in defense. Ending the madness, A few days later Tim was last seen interacting Jessica who was revealed to be alive until Tim suddenly disappeared off the face of the earth. 

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Personal Headcanons

Tim often avoids wearing clothing that he wore during marble hornets, Especially his Tan jacket he wore as Masky.

Tim sometimes gets recognized as the “Masky guy from That one web series”, A Lot of the time he tends to avoid interacting with people who recognized him since what happened during Marble Hornets greatly scarred and traumatized him. But every now every than he kinda has a small outburst where he basically says “Don’t talk to me or bring that shit up” before storming off

Tim often spots Skully in the distance watching him, Skully is the walking and breathing embodiment of everything and everyone he wants to forget but no matter how hard he tries Skully just seems to find them, Alot of the time he tends to ignore them but recently Skully has been standing in places where they are more noticeable so Tim can see Them, But whenever Tim asks if anyone saw Skully they don’t know what he’s talking about. He’s not even sure if Skully is real at this point.

The Operator doesn’t seem to stalk Tim as much as he expects, The Operator in fact barely follows him anymore due to the lack of conflict Tim has been involved him, Basically meaning that Tim is semi free from this parasitic worm clinging onto him and using him as a source for violence. But of course Tim doesn’t know this and is still extremely paranoid.

Tim finally is doing his original passion which is photography. He often tends to avoid going into wooded areas but every now and then he notices that sometimes his photos contain a bluejay in the background which, Sometimes saddens him but mostly makes him feel better. Tim usually takes photos of small flowers and places that often have beautiful scenery 

Tim has a job in repairing computers and getting rid of viruses on old people’s computers. But 99% of the time he’s standing at the cash register having old people ask weird and specific questions about the camera models they’re buying, Sometimes he wonders if working at mcdonalds is better but he does like getting paid

Proxy Tim AU

In this canon/au where Tim is working as a Proxy, Tim is seemingly hypnotized into working for The Operator. But little does the Operator know Tim is slowly but surely slipping out of his puppet like state

Alot of the time Tim hates interacting with other proxies, They’re so loud and honestly so disgusting. Tim is a regular guy amongst a crowd of killers who get their kicks off of killing innocent people just because this eldritch like being tells them to. He kinda finds them pathetic… 

Tim despises himself for working for the Operator, Tim thought he couldn't hate himself anymore but he has proven himself wrong yet again. He’s becoming more and more unphased by being told what to do by the Operator and it scares him. He doesn’t want to become like Alex but it seems that there’s no stopping that now. 

Tim’s original mask has seen better days. Every now and then he does attempt to clean it but staples and glue can't do a lot when your mask was crushed by a bunch of junk after you throw it away. So eventually Tim does get a fresh mask which has slightly smaller eyeholes and more pronounced lips then the last one but overall both masks have the same paint job, Also worth mentioning that Tim dons a new fur collar jacket and black leather/plastic gloves 

[fischlich]

I have said this in an ask before but I love your fan replika designs and the lore behind them!

hey funny story. i forgot... about my inbox again.............. sorry that this has been sitting here for a grotesquely long time i simply have the memory of a goldfish. do not ask me to remember the promise

REGARDLESS. THANK YOU! there is such an embarrassing amount of lore and i think about it every single day... they rot my brain. i'm glad you enjoy it too! as a treat have one of my fan replikas i just never posted for some reason

so you know how replikas are made by overwriting human brains using bioresonance.... well who gets those brains. introduce field medic/coroner fellow.... has the medical knowledge to save your life but instead uses it to take you apart like theyre playing operation. aras hate them because they love the ara maintenance tunnels too and hide dead stuff in there

[gulfbusinessdevelopment]

Future Trends in Intelligent Transportation Technology

Furthermore, a key factor in the general acceptance and deployment of Intelligent Transportation systems is their credibility. A diligent approach to cyber security is necessary, as the interconnectedness of the systems introduces possible vulnerabilities to cyber threads, data, and unauthorized access. Another important factor in this research is privacy, which is becoming more and more important in the age of intelligent transportation. Beyond the resilience of technology, trust also includes stakeholder responsibility, system transparency, and ethical standards compliance. This study aims to decipher the intricacies involved in the peaceful cohabitation of intelligent transportation with the security, privacy, and trust requirements for Intelligent Transportation Systems.

[sun-e-chips]

Idk if you've been asked this yet but if you haven't...

does the water park have underground tunnels? Like Disney level underground? Or not? because I know Disneyland uses them to allow cast members to get to their areas without being seen in clashing ones to "preserve the magic" and all that fun stuff (apparently they are longggg walks)

i was just curious if the park had them, and if so would underground races (literally) occur?

Hello hiiiiii @buzzybee3 !!!!!

Interestingly enough in a way the waterpark DOES have underground tunnels but not quite like what Disney has. It’s a water drainage system for all the slides and pools. This way if any “incidents” happen everything can be properly drained and sanitized, and the boys figured out a way to run a water reserve for these exact instances so the watery attraction can be up and running in no time. But everything is still regularly filtered and sanitized regardless, the reserve is just for emergencies. Nothing really for the boys to traverse the park in.

Walking around Sun, Moon and the Tikis freely roam the park as they please so in a way their always in character, but still fairly genuine. (no need for backstage paths) You bringing up cast members made me really want to dive into what life is like for the boys around WB:D

Im trying to think how best to describe Sun and Moon and their work vs leisure time around the park and resort … hmmmm

Though Sun and Moon co-own Waterspark Bay and split up the work, they do favor particular roles.

Sun: More of the financial and legal responsibilities, he handles the business side of running WB. (its all self taught, this stuff is very fun and interesting to him, which is great because it eats up a lot of his free time after park hours). Sun also makes a lot of the big decisions for the park, one example being the major reconstruction/renovations made to Waterspark Bay.

Moon: Very similar to a manager, he manages his team (the tikis) and schedules, the leader in the day to day operational decisions. Most things are reported to him (Moon is the behind the scenes leader, he does a lot of multitasking with meeting guest and park needs throughout the day) My boy is a stickler for safety and rules but having said that he knows how to break them. (What a hypocrite)

(Typing this I’m just now realizing the irony of Suns heavy working hours being at night while Moons is during the day… wow)

The Tikis fill the role of the employees; guest services, cleaning, maintenance, security, all the staff needed to fill those other roles in running a themepark and resort .

The boys still do a lot of guest interactions throughout the day though because they love it! This is where they started, this is the heart of everything they do, connecting with people and making their vacation as magical as possible. It’s the best way to find out what needs improving and to catch issues in need of quick fixes. They want to make that connection with you because it matters to them that you are enjoying yourself and making great memories.

As far as they’re concerned the money that comes from the park is money that goes into bringing a smile to your face!

…

Ok leisure

The boys do follow a schedule, but for the most part they walk around throughout the day wherever they feel they’re needed. They have the luxury to take a break whenever because they are comfortable and confident in the routine they built and if needed Sun and Moon could take an entire day off because the Tikis get the drill. (Moon would probably still be peeking at Tiki updates because he just can’t help it)

Yes even if they were on a break guests will still approach them wanting to talk, ask questions or take photos but they don’t mind they’re always happy to interact. (If the boys really wanted a break they know how to get it, empty resort rooms, in-between closed dinning hours, low guest traffic times, staff/maintenance areas etc.) but I would say they do most of the approaching to guests, people walk up to them maybe around 15 times a day which isn’t a lot. And guests typically don’t approach if Sun or Moon are currently talking to someone. *wink *wink

(Thank you so much for your questions and letting me ramble haha)

[rouxenne]

PET Pokémon: Impulse

Houndoom, Metagross, Excadrill, Archeops, Mandibuzz

“Gear Station has announced a temporary halting of several subway lines, beginning June xxth and ending on November xxth. When asked for the reason, Gear Station officials cited the recent announcement regarding the opening of a new battle facility to be located in the station, designed and led by longtime employees Impulse Siv and Skizz Lehman, publicly known for their prolific community work and their time in the gym circuit. We have been assured that no stations will be inaccessible during this time.” ~NEW NIMBASA PRESS

Impulse straddles the line between Subway Master and Battle Master. The intense requirements needed to challenge the Subway Bosses means that most of his time on the job is spent working with the non-battling trains in Gear Station, so he primarily operates as something of a supervisor for the station while pushing to work with the physical trains himself whenever he gets the chance.

He specializes in the single-battle train lines, with his team being known for unrelenting offenses that require intense strategies or endurance to outlast. 

His role as a Subway Boss and frequent volunteer work have made people see him as something of a role model and community leader on par with the gym leader in Nimbasa City, though he's never been able to see himself that way. The recent disappearance of a train has just intensified this for him; thousands of eyes are looking to him for information and guidance, which he doesn't feel qualified to give... much less alone.

With the possible risk of the disappearance being targeted towards Skizz he can't let him out out of his sight, just as much as he can't allow him into the public's sight. Tango's tried to help assuage this fear as much as possible, to allow Impulse to still perform his job as expected, but nobody in the trio is particularly happy about the circumstances. It's a shame that nothing can be done about it, with how things have been.

Houndoom is Impulse's original partner, though they were surpassed as the ace of the team by Metagross. She's rather relaxed most of the time, even during intense battles; only in real emergency situations will she grow intensely serious, snapping at those acting out of line with sharp, flaming fangs.

Metagross is the largest powerhouse of the team and a very mellow Pokemon outside of battle. Impulse first met them as a Beldum before even meeting Skizz, and ended up catching them in part because they resembled a lowercase i. They’ve trained themself to interface themself into the controls of a train, using this ability to stabilize the subway during chaotic battles and in the case of emergencies.

Excadrill is based on Impulse’s hc s9 theme! Highly determined and always dedicated to being useful, outside of battle he often helps with excavation and maintenance of subway tunnels. His Earthquakes can rock a train car without worry of derailing or collapse, something that competing trainers are always wary of with their own pokemon, thanks to the comfort and familiarity that this job has brought.

Archeops is mostly based on vibes. Although they’re usually exceptionally energetic and a real threat in battles, it’s not terribly difficult for them to lose motivation if it seems like something’s not going their way. Consistent battles in the subway lines have helped to diminish this habit, but they’re still seemingly unable to break it entirely. It’s not uncommon to see them sprinting between train cars when bored, leaping onto the rails of dangling handles and the backs of seats to avoid running into people.

Mandibuzz was a relatively late addition to Impulse’s team, caught at the same time as Skizz’s Braviary. She’s rather caring and cool-headed, and the most likely to get the group out of whatever hot water they might find themselves in. Where the other members of Impulse’s team are more likely to run an all-out offense that can trump any defense, Mandibuzz is able to enable them by setting up support and tanking hits whenever possible.

[demoxal]

How to be a decent parent: A guide by Hamato Yoshi

Chapter 1: Babies bite (and that's normal) Next

It’s cold, I’m rushing home from work. Snow is flying in my face and obscuring my vision, streetlights burrow into my brain in a blinding yellow-orange, my phone vibrates in my pocket and I stop to check it. Unlocking it from the third try, I see that it’s my sister, asking me to buy cat food on my way home. I respond with a thumbs up emoji, shove my phone back in my coat, and adjust my mental route to hit the pet store. I wait for the blurry red light to get replaced with a green one and cross the road as the ticking starts. I slip on my way to the steps of the store, catch myself and take another step only to fall, not able to catch the door handle to stop it in time.

I wake up. I’m on the floor and wherever I am smells mildly unpleasant, mostly like rot and urine. There are four tiny bodies on top of me, so I squash the urge to get up immediately when I open my eyes and see an unfamiliar ceiling. Instead, I lift my head to see… four humanoid turtles… on my chest. My very toned chest, which I do not remember having. Instead of hair, it’s covered in fine off-white hairs, skin underneath them very pink. My clothing is also not mine, but not unfamiliar, because I recognize it from the rottmnt show. Oh fuck me. Fuck me sideways, what the hell?

I blink tears out of my eyes when one of the turtles, Mikey, judging by his smallest size, is woken up by my uneven breathing. I make a point of taking a slow, measured breath, hugging the babies to my chest as I slowly sit up. In for four, hold for seven, out for eight. Four-seven-eight. Four-seven-eight.

“I’m alright, baby.” I smile at Mikey as Donne stirs, making an unhappy chirr. I lay them across my lap and Donnie settles once more. So, what happened? Either a) I hit my head really hard and am now hallucinating - possibly because I’m dying, possibly because I, I don’t know, have brain damage or something or b) This is real. And, well, assuming it isn’t is not going to get me anywhere because if I’m hallucinating nothing I do matters, but if this is real, then, well, it’s real. So let’s go with option b. This is real. I’m Splinter, or Hamato Yoshi, or Lou Jitsu or whatever the fuck else I can call him- me- WHATEVER! 

Mikey chirps. I take another deep breath. Okay, immediate issues first, existential panic later. Where are we? Not out in the street, which is good, but in some large room in the sewers, probably here for maintenance or whatever. Maybe it’s non-operational, I never really got where exactly they were in the show, but… I think it’s the same place, so it’s safe to stay here for now? Maybe? I doubt there are many completely unutilized areas in the sewers, and, well… Occam’s razor, and all that. It doesn’t seem to be set up at all yet, being completely empty with me and the babies sleeping in the corner. Okay, so priority number one: somewhere for the babies to sleep. They’re very small and young and fragile and I don’t want them to sleep on the floor but also can’t be their pillow <em>every</em> time they need a nap.

So. First stop: Something soft. Take the babies with me, because that’s better than leaving them here and head… Uh… which way is the exit?

Cold, wet, disorienting lights and sounds, cars passing, water splashing beneath my feet- a manhole cover- tunnels and turns, dark and twisting, left, right, straight, right again-

Ow, my head... What the hell was-

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mikey.” I let go of the tiny hand I had squeezed when I was overwhelmed by the memory, trying not to show the internal panic and the fact I could have hurt the baby. He makes an unhappy squeak, but doesn’t seem to be in any pain, so I celebrate not fucking the whole parenting thing up in the first three minutes of being a turtle dad. Or twenty minutes, or however long I have been on the floor, I’ve never been good with time. I scoop the bunch back up and get up, shushing the armful of disgruntled babies in my arms. I know the way out and I know the way back, so there’s no time like the present!

I let Donnie keep biting my arm even though it hurts like a motherfucker because he’s probably just overstimulated and/or scared and shush Raph when he starts sniffing and hiding his face in my chest again, gently prying Leo off the softshell at the same time.

“Leonardo Hamato, do not eat your brother.” I tell him in my best stern voice, even if he can’t understand me, and set him between Raph and Mikey to keep him close to the crook of my arm and far away from the softshell, who is finally pulling his tiny sharp little baby teeth out of my arm. Despite the whole thing being less than pleasant, I am filled with a sense of pride and joy. They are doing so well, even if Leo is now kicking Raph in the face. Sigh.

Yeah, Already can’t wait for them to have their own beds. 

*** “I know, Raphie, I know, please be quiet.” I plead in a whisper to Raph, who has been crying his little heart out, as I rush to the future lair with a bag with baby formula and more than a couple of stolen rags and towels “I know that the sirens are scary, they’re gone now, it’s over, we’re fine-”

Mikey has joined in on the crying by the time we reached the manhole cover I came out of and Donnie was hiding his face in my armpit, chewing on my sleeve and currently being the least inconvenient sibling. Leo kicks Raph, Raph tries to bite him but I get a finger in his way just in time and so he bites down on that instead. Leo is fussing and squirming, has been for a while now. I bite back my frustration. They’re babies. They don’t know any better because they’re babies. The thought chokes me up and I bite my lip so that Mikey doesn’t notice and start crying more.

I come into the big main room and set the boys in my lap to get the fuzzy fabrics out of the bag, setting up little beds for them in some boxes I found between there and here, setting them in their makeshift little cribs, much smaller than what humans need currently, so I’ll have to upgrade them often as the babies grow-

“HISS!” Donnie voices his protest as I try to set him down on his towel bed. Right, textures. It’s a shame he doesn’t like it, because I do, but… In the show, he likes satin, right? I look down at the ragged sleeves of my jumpsuit and deem it already ruined, tearing off a sleeve without much thought. I’ll get new clothes and this can go into Donnie’s future cribs. I lay the sleeve in Donnie’s “crib”, making sure it covers the towel as I set him down.

Alright! No protests! Now onto the baby formula…

I glance toward the alcove where Yoshi once stashed Shredder’s helmet, Skully. That’s going to be a fire-safe place if anything is, I think. I roll my sore shoulder, adjusting the stolen bottles of water I’d barely managed to haul back here. It’s cold. Formula should be warm, right? Not hot, but warm. Okay. Fire. I need heat. Controlled flame. How does one make fire in a sewer without dying or setting the children on fire? I stare into the dark, mulling it over. I’m going to need:

A heat source (controlled flame, obviously) A safe surface or container to warm bottles (Skully) A way to keep the kids warm in the meantime (I don’t think the towels will cut it)

I sit back, rubbing my temples with one hand, holding Donnie’s bottle with the other. Think, I need to think. Yoshi knew how to survive in the wild, ne? It was at the very least implied. So, I should know that too. Alright, Splinter. Turtle dad instincts: Activate. Let’s make a fire.

[discocritic]

i think battery city is surrounded by an enormous domed force field. better living technology is probably advanced enough that most of the citizens aren't even aware of it--after all, what business do they have trying to leave? for anyone that does need access to the zones, there's four heavily-guarded maintenance tunnels equidistant from each other on the outskirts of the districts--north, south, east, and west. only two of the tunnels are operable these days, but you'd have to be extra lucky to even make it through all of the drac checkpoints inside.

[toons-inkwell]

Finding "Frankie" AU chapter: 3

Warnings: Blood

Words: 2,799

Franky moved quietly throughout the maintenance tunnels of the parkour palace. Despite his size he became adept at stealthy traversing about, those unlucky contestants who made it past the starting line got practically nowhere as he'd always be quick to surprise them and slam them into a wall turning them into a red stain. It was this stealth that allowed him to slink through the shadows and witness what the parkour palace was like before each season would begin.

In a lot of ways it was mostly the same. Vibrant bright areas, long expanding corridors, rooms chalk full of trampolines, obstacles, and less than up to code parkour challenges. All that one would expect a "parkour palace" to have was located within the confines of a several story building. Franky often wondered what was this place like when it was teeming with life, adult and child playing about within its walls. When the place was operational Franky only ever was allowed out of the back charging room when the place was closed and all the patrons had left. At least he could still remember what it sounded like when it was busy. The laughing, footsteps, talking of adults, crying of those who accidentally injured themselves. It was chaotic but a sort of entertainment for the rabbit who was always just out of sight, barred from actually witnessing and interacting the way Frankie would with customers. Franky honestly missed being able to hear all those people in the parkour palace. Without them now both the days and nights were filled with an eerie silence, the only real noise that filled the void was the soft buzz of lights, flies that circled the rotted corpses, whirr of fans and buzzsaws. There was also of course—

RING RING RING

—the occasional ringing of Henry's phone.

Franky came to his first stop in his tour around the facility. Back in the Henry Hotline museum, Franky peeked his head around the corner to spot a usually closed off room with the sign "Henry Hotline Live" above it. Inside was the telephone-headed talkshow host himself, Henry unfortunately being forced to answer calls and talk right before each season would start.

RING RING RI—

Henry picked up the phone on his head and spoke into it "Hello and welcome to 'who keeps ringing that phone' with Henry Hotline, I'm your host Henry Hotline, what can I do for you on this *lovely* day caller?"

Franky could tell by the exaggeration on certain words that Henry was going through it. His voice box made it so that everytime he spoke it was gravely and had that static filter over it. While the gameshow ran on the dark web amongst other gruesome live streams, Henry's show was broadcasted to public television and radio stations. This unfortunately meant Henry would be forced to subtly advertise what they couldn't legally. It was a job someone had to do, after all if no one was aware of it no one would donate, it was just plain unfortunate that it had to be Henry though.

["HELLO! I'm glad to be on the air, I was just wondering in the TV show you're always dragged along by Frankie and forced to help him, I'm just wondering do you actually like him? Or is it a thing where you can't get rid of him and are just forced to go along with what he wants?"]

Henry's usual dismissive attitude towards the callers shifted in an instant. By the way even his posture changed Franky could tell the question caught the telephone off guard. A long pause as Henry contemplated the question confirmed this.

"What do I think of Frankie..."

Henry sat up in his seat and looked towards the camera directed at him, or at least Franky assumed so. It was hard to tell with the telephone's pitch black eyes.

"Me and his relationship is... Complicated" Henry crossed his legs and tilted his head, the coil attached to it creaking "I suppose I should start off by saying that whatever you see in those cartoons are the works of fiction, don't try to replicate anything you see on TV in general kids, but... Uhh, to answer your question I suppose it just depends on whi– I mean– When, when does he bother me"

Franky's ears twitched at the verbal misstep. It could have been a genuine mistake in his words but the initial word choice of which had him wondering if the telephone was speaking about more than the dynamic of their cartoon counterparts.

"When he is making me do things I don't wanna do like talking to people I don't want to speak to..." Henry bit back what he truly wanted to say. With a sigh sound coming from his voice box he continued, his words carrying thinly veiled frustration "but at the same time Frankie has... He's been a real friend if I wanna put it generally, I mean sure he ain't perfect and I ain't always thrilled to see him" Henry's voice lowered into a fearful whisper "and he sometimes scares me..." Henry perked back up again "but he's a friend all the same, one that I probably would have gone crazy without having! Like really, do you think the duck is a fun conversationalist? He HATES me! Hahaha! If it was up to him I'm sure I would be locked up where no one would ever see me, and that sure would be a darn shame—wouldn’t it?”

["..."]

Silence. The caller had hung up about halfway through Henry's ramble leaving the telephone alone, talking to himself while he was live on air.

"...this, this is why I don't do long winded answers" Henry mumbled under his non-existent breath.

Franky's ears twitched. Those words were the last thing he expected to hear from Henry but he was glad to hear them. Despite what the past held and how Frankie forced him to hurt the telephone, the fact that Henry didn't hold a grudge allowed him to go along his merry way with that info in tow. It was that bit of info that made the giant rabbit pause upon seeing a poster on the wall. The piece of art held a cartoon depiction of the mascot rabbit as well as the mascot Henry was on the poster with the words "partners in crime" below it. While it was true they were partners in crime, especially considering soon Henry would have to take part in the show, Franky always thought of Henry as a friend and by the words the telephone gave it was apparent Henry thought of him as a friend too. They were friends.

A small hiccup in his little tour was made, before leaving connections Franky decided to commemorate the moment of confirmation between him and Henry's friendship. He took a page out of Henry's book and with the use of the darkned liquid that seeped from a body a few feet away, the rabbit marked the poster with a big "NO" on it. He hoped that after Henry would be finished in his studio he'd see the poster but that would probably not happen considering the telephone was already irritable and probably just wanted to go and rest after dealing with the constant ringing. Franky wasn't going to press the issue and force Henry to view it, he was just going leave the message there as a little reminder of their friendship in the future if he ever passed by it.

With that out of the way Franky decided to check up on the one mascot that wasn't once a human. While it had sentience and even a sense of justice, Deputy Duck was a simple AI that was implanted into a tablet that mimicked the look of the cartoon deputy. Franky and the deputy didn't get along at all, the duck always trying to peck him if he neared, but the rabbit was just going to make sure he was on charge. It was a simple trip, all it took was a shortcut through the vents which Franky had little issues squeezing into. As big as his hands, feet, body, and head were, the vents were big enough where he could slide through them, rather silently at that. One would figure such a large unwieldy creature like him scurrying through the vents would make quite the clatter, the awful noise of metal scraping against metal being inevitable. Instead Franky found a way to drag himself through making minimal noise, only the very subtle thud of his hand as he pulled himself along could be heard. There was something else heard throughout the vents. By the time he was close to the deputy's area he heard something, something that made him cease his movements and hold still.

Like the flies that would swarm around the corpses of those he killed, Franky picked up on a strange buzz. While at first he thought it the fans that would constantly spin to keep the building temperature controlled, he soon realized it wasn't a natural noise in the vents. He had never heard it once when climbing through the air ducts, not to mention it sounded electronic in nature. What caught his attention most of all was the fact that he swore through the garbled noise there was a voice, a very familiar one at that. It sounded kinda like...

Frankie?

He wasted no time in moving upwards, the cause of the sound concerning him. He struggled to think of what could it possibly be, was it just some auditory mishap? His hearing sensors sometimes did prove faulty, the wires connecting to his eardrums were partially frayed so the occasional glitch wasn't out of place. Even with that in mind he doubted that's what was happening though, he knew Frankie's voice anywhere and that certainly sounded like him. Inch by inch his large body crept through the tight space. He made sure to not leave a sound behind as he took every chance he got to peek his head through the vents to check where he would be in the facility. The confusion he faced only got worse upon finding himself in the air ducts right above the room he would lie dormant in when charging. What one could only describe as audio clutter continued to go off as Franky stretched over to look through the small spaces in between the gaps of the metal shutters.

The charging room was dimly lit, all lights powered off say for the multicolored ones from the electricity boxes and servers. Franky didn't require lots of light to see, already accustomed to seeing in dark spaces he managed to make out the bizarre sight of Frankie, standing there fiddling with several wires dangling from the ceiling. The rabbit was leaking an odd substance from the corners of his mouth, the liquid seeping past the wide grin of his. Even in the vents Franky could pick up the oder, a strange chemical mixture between oil and blood which ran through all the mascots made from humans. While he was accustomed to the smell of blood the oil added a strange tinge that made his snout scrunch up. It was awful and Frankie seemed aware of this, as he held charging wires in one hand he desperately tried to stop the tar from leaking out of his maw.

"Stu-pid-pid-pid fuck-ing-ing" Frankie cursed, his voice box clear as day the cause of the glitchy static sound.

click

Frankie shoved the wires into an unseen opening on his back. Sparks flew from where the wires were socketed, illuminating the dark room briefly and allowing him to see that the liquid was not just pouring out of Frankie's mouth but his entire body. From the small eyes embedded into his head all the way to where the springs connected his hands to his body, the mechanical blood oozed out like some sort puss filled pimple that popped. The stench was rank and Franky struggled to hold still. With everything in him he locked himself firmly in place and refused to take his eyes off the malfunctioning mascot.

Frankie was malfunctioning. Right? He knew what he was seeing, the brother of his running like a leaking pipe, it just didn't make sense. He was supposed to be the perfect one. While Franky was always told he was the one filled with flaws and Henry was a slightly improved version the explanation always given that when it came to turning something human into a mascot, Frankie perfected it on himself. He retained all the memories of when he was alive unlike the other lagomorph and the telephone, he could speak without anything interfering with his voice box’s signal, he didn't even need electricity to run. So what was it that Franky was seeing? This person—or rabbit in this case—who was supposed to be the perfect candidate to take over the show once they gathered enough funds was bleeding. Like a paramedic fruitlessly trying to defibrillate a rotting corpse that was left over in the sun, he spewed the liquid from the crevices of his body as enough wattage to power a generator for several days was pumped into him.

What took Franky aback the most was how casual he was about it. The frantic rush to keep all of it inside ceased, Frankie just hunched over and let it casually drip down. The faint bzztt of electricity pulsing through large wires into his back replaced the earlier noise of the broken sound that came from him. It was as if this was a regular occurrence the way Frankie stood up, wiped the fluid off his face, and began to sort through papers. The earlier file the monstrous mascot was barred from seeing was held in his hands. He flipped through each piece of paper hidden within it like one would a newspaper in the morning, leisurely and without a care.

zzipptt!

"Ah, there we are!" Frankie exclaimed, his voice as smooth as butter "glad that's outta my system, hopefully that was all of it" the smiling rabbit looked downwards at what he expelled from his body.

Franky surveyed his brother's eyes, searching for any sort of emotion that'd maybe help figure out what he just witnessed.

"Maybe after this season this little issue will be fixed" Frankie remarked as he briefly glanced up at the vent, unknowingly making eye contact with Franky on the other side.

There was nothing. No emotion. No care. Nothing but indifference to the casual spew of bile from his body. He was acting like this had happened before. Maybe because it did happen before. Franky didn't have any proof it did but just by his mannerisms he knew. He knew and it just confused him. Why would Frankie lie about not needing electricity or being the perfect finalized outcome of the experiments? What would lying gain him? People lied to gain something right? There was no ulterior motive to it, right? In this situation what was there to gain other than the ability to—....

...

...

...

Reputation... What would Frankie gain by lying other than the ability to preserve his reputation... That's what it was, wasn't it?

snap

Frankie snapped his fingers and in ran the small, volatile mysteries that were the Noob Noobs. Little red creatures sporting blue lips and a yellow hat, their bodies capable of self destruction after a specific amount of time or under certain amounts of pressure. These ones he summoned held towels that they used to mop up the puddle of black beneath Frankie's feet before consuming the sopping wet cloth. The Noob Noobs did their task diligently before running back out of the server room—presumably to some far off corner where they would detonate themselves disposing of any evidence. Their life spans comparable to that of a mayfly except they had no other purpose than as obstacles in the games. Obstacles that never went used.

After the Noob Noobs left Frankie soon followed. The rabbit hiding in the vents remained still, his brother's foot steps carrying off downstairs. Even after he was gone out of sight Franky continued to lay there until his ears could pick up nothing but the distant whirr of the fans and the buzz of the servos. His eyes fixated on the floor where the black fluids once were, his mind trying to still wrap itself what he witnessed. Well, it was more likely to say he was trying to rationalize why it was so shocking to him. He's killed people before, brutally too. Why was seeing Frankie leaking that stuff so shocking? Was it because he was his brother or something else…something like the idea that Frankie actually lied. He didn't know. He didn't think he wanted to know.

[wh0re-huds0n]

i maintenance in her tunnel til i operate her

[the-starlight-project]

I apologize for my previous long ask about large egg, but I have another question (which will likely also get big, sorry)

So, you know the pit™? You know, that one. Why is it there? And why is there an inaccessible maintenance tunnel there? Because there's no real way for people to get in there from the pit. Maybe it was made to be a spike pit? That still brings to question as to why there's an inaccessible maintenance tunnel connected right to it? Because if it is a spike pit, then it'd be pretty open enough for you to see the door to it (though youd probably have more pressing issues if youre close enough to see a door at the bottom. And if it's walled off, then why have it there at all, since there's no way to access it. Do people have to punch down that wall every time they have to put in a spike pit? And I suppose an even more important question would be why wasn't the top of the pit™ supported properly? You'd think they'd want to make sure that it would be supported properly so they don't hurt their actors (well, more like actor, since they can technically replace everyone else) and, like what happened in the comic, it could lead to the illusion being broken for sonic. Perhaps it was sabotage 🤔 anyways, thank you for your time and I can't wait to see more!

Btw im not trying to be rude with any of this, and I know its a nitpick, im just very curious

No, it's awesome that you're curious!! It's not nitpicking, I'd be asking the same questions too in your position!

The Pit™ was indeed originally a spikepit - that's why the walls were so Very Undoor-like. Keep in mind that this set has been in operation for a while, so changes definitely occured to keep it ... modern? Current? At least somewhat canon to what Sonic thinks is going on?

Point is, that spikepit was decomissioned a while ago, and thus covered over with Totally Real Dirt™. The replacement and swapping of spikepits was never really needed, because Sonic can hop out of them and the spikes never really got damaged, so the connection to the maintenence tunnels was put in place when the set was created to initially allow access for fitting The Pit™.

As for why the top wasn't supported properly ... well. Sabotage is certainly one theory, but .. not every employee does their job correctly. Pre-flight checks are ignored sometimes, and people pay the price for it.