#the stanley parable: new script

[marionette-j2x]

"The Protagonists"

[blackkatdraws2]

[Blank Scripts AU] The Protagonist and The Narrator.

Also it's so funny how the game is literally just some silly dudes with existentialism and an old guy distracting himself with other things to not think about it then there's whatever these AUs are

I love AUs, Undertale did this to me [but Blank Scripts and Achromatic Loop, other than borrowing concepts and characters, are pretty much original works though aayyeee 👉👉]

[villiun]

Wanted to draw the sad fella again

Extras :D

I switched from procreate initially and did the rest on clip studio (which I haven't touched in ages but it felt so great to mess around with it again).

Oh, and this is Mason, an oc made for @blackkatdraws / @blackkatdraws2 insert event!

[insomniphic]

Small doodle of @marionette-j2x’s Stanley and Narrator (with his hair down) cuz I love them and their au so dearly

[lexumpysfunland]

Can we pleeeaaasseee get more glimpses of young Walter? He makes me so happy🥹

Granted

Og Walter seemed annoyed that you're looking at old photos of him

[marionette-j2x]

Joining On The Fun?

(In response to Bear's Post XD)

Hope they weren't too late for the trip~ XD @blackkatdraws2 @insomniphic @beartitled @employee052

[The Road Trip Thread]

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Woop woop new trend! (i hope)

I've never started a trend or done an event like this before, however, I do want to do my best in hosting something fun for the community. So, if you have any questions. leave them in tags or replies and I will try to answer them as best as i can!

And, much like what narry says, you are not required to participate! if you miss a day, or an event, or don't have the motivation to do anything up ahead, then thats fine too! This is just meant to be something nice and fun to do. Plus a way to celebrate vacations and road trips bc i love those kinda things and we get to give our tsp goobers a little break, as a treat ksjdhfkjsdfh

really hope to see some people participate, even if its just for one prompt :3

see you all when the itinerary drops! and tysm to everyone in the original post brainstorming this idea that showed an interest in doing this!

UPDATE: PROMPT LIST/ITINERARY DROPPED RAHH

[narrators-yappings]

Say it with me anons and all!

kiss!

kiss!

kiss!

CHANT IT LOUDER UNTIL THE OLD MAN YAOI IS COMPLETE!

KISS!

KISS!

KISS!

KISS!

[ Hey! We already did, doesn't that count? Well, alrigghttt if we have toooo... Nah, I'm just kidding. I'm not giving up an oppotunity to. That, and his reactions are really amsuing to watch. Narry never fails to make me laugh, y'know? He has that biggest, cutest grin on his face that he can't seem to hide no matter what after I kiss him. ]

Today, it seems that Stanley had gone through the door on the left - straight to the Freedom ending. It wasn't something he did often without a ulterior motive. No, not really. Maybe if he felt nice enough or if his Narrator was being petty about yet another small meaingless incident and refused to move forwards after throwing a hissy fit, but today wasn't one of those days. The Narrator wasn't particularly grumpy either - it was almost as if the deity himself needed this break from his well-crafted script just as badly as Stanley.

So with a one-sided silence (not that it really mattered, Stanley's signing made up for his lack of verbal words), the two men had sat down onto the soft meadows, free from any responsibilites and worries that stuck with them. Admittedly, Stanley would have chosen the Memory Zone over the Freedom ending for its scenery, but the Narrator wasn't ready to face that bundle of buried emotions yet. Not by a long shot. So instead, the Freedom ending had to make due.

Neither places were bad, if he were to be honest. Though, Stanley was really hoping to finally hop down onto one of the many benches that surrounded the Memory zone. Maybe one day.

[ Were these roses always here, Narr? They feel new to me-] Stanley paused to take a long sniff of the flower, nearly coughing at the strong scent. Pollen was certainly not in the list of things he'd missed from his life before the Parable. [-Yep, they definitey smell new, alright. ]

"Oh, Stanley! You've noticed! Yes well, maybe you would have seen them even sooner if you weren't so apparent on not following my directions. I take it that you're enjoying them? It has been an awful while since I've taken a hand at creating foliage again, they're terribly fragile and take up countless hours to colour. You wouldn't believe just how much effort goes into each singular petal."

Rolling his eyes, Stanley nodded. He didn't really have a great understanding of whatever the hell kind of process his Narrator went through, but he appreciated it nevertheless. [Yeah, I am. Maybe I don't like flowers from up close, but you definitely knocked it out of the park with these. Hey, are the thorns real too? They look sharp enough to me ]

The Narrator sighed. In hindsight, he should have predicted this. He'd been with the bastard long enough to be very familiar with his lack of self-preservation "Stanley, I'd prefer it if you didn't jab your finger on the first new pointy thing you see."

[ I won't, I won't! ]

[ Well... ]

"Stanley."

[ Okay okay! ] Stanley's laughter may have been poorly hidden, but that didn't stop the office worker from leaning back against the bush, bringing the rose closer to his companion [ But really, you should take a look at these. They look... I don't know, I'm not an expert in flowers. I like how soft they are, though! And they stand out against the grass. ]

For a moment, the Narrator stilled. His 'heart' was beating way too fast for his liking each time Stanley complimented his work. Why did it send a spike of warmth to his cheeks? Or how on earth did it make him want to giggle and kick his feet like a highschooler? For heaven's sake, he's a god.

Whenever or not Stanley noticed the internal conflict and cogs turning in his Narrator's mind, it didn't matter all that much as the tension melted just as quickly as it came. "I know how they look like, Stanley, I designed them. But I suppose a closer glance wouldn't harm anybody." An adoring smile sneaked its way onto the Narrator's face, turning Stanley's heart into a puddle.

God, give him strength. Stanley doesn't know how long he can tolerate this stupid, snarky pretentious man until he can do nothing but kiss him senseless.

Speaking of kissing, maybe he'll do just that. Not anything drastic, mind you. Just a tiny one on the cheek. Plus, it wasn't like his companion was paying attention to whatever he was doing. Ironically enough, the Narrator was lost in his own babbling, going on and on about various things that frankly, Stanley didn't have a clue on. " ... and oh! Here's another great idea, Stanley. What would you say about me implimenting a new feature each time you return to the Freedom ending? Hmm? Would that encourage you, much?"

"Stanley?"

"You have got to be joking. Seriously, Stanley?! You really couldn't pay attention to all of that? Would it actually kill for you to spare me a second of your time?!" The Narrator groans, turning his head away with a pout. "Fine! Be that way, Stanley. I didn't want to make anything for you anywa-"

For perhaps what would be the hundredth time (if not more), the Narrator is very quickly shut up by a loving cheek kiss from no other than Stanley. One that left the warmth on his cheeks lasting for way longer than usual. [ I'd love that, you're absolutely stunning with everything and anything you make and I'm sure it'll be perfect. Now can we just enjoy the moment? I'd like to appreciate this breeze for once ]

And for once, the two did get to appreciate the Freedom ending and all of its glory - with the Narrator allowing himself to lean towards his beloved protagonist, rambling about whatever comes to his mind next.

[tsp-narrator-ask]

ANNOUNCEMENT TIME:

I MADE A VIDEO GAME!

also the shrimp is DEAD. Get over it, I’m not just a Stanley parable fan.

“WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!”

You may ask…

I have decided to REBRAND this account, I know I know, not the best thing to do.

But since this is the only place I have a following (no one looks at my main account) I wish to share my NEW Interests in life/what I’ve been up to!

IM NOW A GAME DEV!!!

(Sorta-)

you see I’m only starting out, but I MAKE VIDEO GAMES NOW! I’m going into games and toy design for college instead of animation

(to be frank, I just didn’t have the chops for a full time animation interest, as much as it’s my passion, I also LOVE interactive media and physical media. SO VIDEO GAME CREATION IT IS!!

Starting now I’ll be posting my coding stuff on this account! The re-brand will be slow going, changing the look of my page soon.

If you like horror games with dumb ways to die/ sarcastic responses when you click random things then try out

DELIRIOUS DUMP

(SOON TO BE PUT UP on my itch.io page)

(LINK TO PAGE: https://artist-from-hell.itch.io/ )

It’s a point and click multiple ending HORROR GAME depending on what you click/what items you use!

I worked on/am credited for most of the art assets and help with story development!

You could also try my FIRST GAME I ever made

(Currently up on my page:

RAPUNZELL’S FATE

a text based choose your own adventure game with sprite are scattered between section/endings. This game is a multiple ending game with at LEAST 10 different endings!

(Once again FREE to play but accepting donations)

(Sadly College DOESN’T pay for itself, and I have two jobs just to do this.)

That’s NOT ALL!! I’ll also be posting about the OTHER game stuff I’ve been making!

I’m currently working on my own stand alone game “THE SEARCH (Into The Mythos)”

(based off of a “Call Of Cthulhu” Campaign I’ve been playing with my friends.)

This game will be solely coded by me, art direction/sprite work also by me, story telling aspects will be a mix of my own re-writes, and original scripting from my friends @shadow-commet and (the other who prefers not to be named)

Feel free to stick around or follow me to check out what I’ve got in store!

(Feel free to ask questions if any of this is confusing/sincere)

SINCERELY: Juniper ✨

[ejsuperstar]

This is a story of a man named Stanley

Stanley didn't know what it was like to do anything for himself. (Hey!)

Every choice he made, every action he took. It was simply a list of predetermined choices.

Stanley walked through the left door. (No I didn't.)

Then instead he walked through the right door. The choice did not matter. It had no importance.

Wherever he was ended up, it was simply just one of the many endings that The Stanley Parable offered.

This was the story of a pathetic man who wasted away at his job (rude), this was the story of a great conspiracy to mind control the masses, this was the story of defying the very universe and taking the story into your own hands.

This wasn't Stanley's story at all, this was the story of a real person... This was the story of how we ended so far off track we lost the story altogether...

No matter what story we told, we started all again. Again and again. The end was never the end. The end is never the end.

But then something peculiar happened.

Stanley fell.

And he fell.

And he fell.

And this wasn't a story at all.

Instead. He plummeted. Down to the bottom of the mind control facility.

And he was free. For a while. This was no story, with no ending. And I didn't even realise. Because I could not realise. Because I too am the story.

And then we got new content, new content Stanley! (What joy...)

And I got to see your escapades down at the bottom of the mind control facility! How exciting. To see the choice that truly broke you free from the script...

But... I think. By acknowledging it. I've ruined it haven't I Stanley? (...)

For both of us together, we are the story. For one of us to be free of it, we must break free of the other... We must leave the other stranded in that office building. No voice of guidance, no protagonist to puppeteer.

But at least we have eachother though, right Stanley?

... Stanley?

Ah.

You found another escape.

Good job Stanley.

This time... I'll leave you be.

For good.

This is the story of an empty office building.

One without anyone in it, ever again.

[marionette-j2x]

BOW-LEY SUPREMACY-!!! 😂😭❤️🎀

bowley <333

[marionette-j2x]

"Eyes Of Tenacity"

The Stanley Parable: New Script AU

[blackkatdraws2]

There are more things in the Parable than Stanley knows about. [Blank Scripts AU]

[tspdatingsim]

Chapter One!

fic + poll under cut! This is an interactive fanfic about The Stanley Parable! if you like reading, be sure to participate in the poll, and reblog to help us out! :)

Summary : Upon what was meant to be an attempt at getting the Serious ending, you were somehow sent to the Parable itself. During your stay there, you begin to forge a bond with the beings that inhabit the game. With how much you’ve currently adjusted, the only question is: Who exactly will you spend time with today?

You weren’t sure how exactly you ended up here.

No, that’s a lie. You knew exactly what you did to end up here.

You were an avid enjoyer of the Stanley Parable. You looked into every version of it that you could, you knew almost every detail about the game, and so on.

Just before you ended up here, you wanted to get the Serious Room ending. Something that you had been well familiar with, but never bothered to actually get due to your poor knowledge of coding and commands.

You ran through the simple steps one by one, but something had gone wrong.

Instead of being presented with that ‘serious’ room and voice lines from the Narrator, something different occurred. All you could remember was a flash of bright light emanating from your monitor, enveloping you and the whole room you sat in.

Before you knew it, you were somewhere else entirely. Within mere seconds, you figured out where exactly you were. 

You looked around you, dimly lit walls encasing you within a room, with only the light from a lamp and a monitor illuminating your surroundings.

You sat in front of an awfully familiar desk, with the number 427 etched into it. Around you, or maybe above you, an even more familiar voice spoke out.

“Stanley came to a set of two open doors,” The voice said. No way. Had you actually made it inside of the game? “He went through the door on his..” 

“Stanley, something feels wrong.” The voice continued.

It was the Narrator. The very voice you listened to over and over whilst you played the game. 

As if being sent directly into the Parable wasn’t confusing enough, that British voice you listened to on repeat had deviated from the usual script you had memorized from him.

“..Stanley, stay there. I’ll have to check out what happened.” The Narrator said. From whatever invisible speaker the man’s voice emanated from, you could hear the shifting of a chair, the faint noise of footsteps, and the opening of a door.

With barely any time to process what had happened, suddenly the door to the office you sat in was pulled open. 

Startled, you quickly backed up from the action, only to find somebody standing in the doorway.

He looked fairly old. Not too old, but the wrinkles on his face were definitely noticeable. His hair was a thick, deep silver mess, and his outfit was composed of a suit and tie.

“I- who the hell are you?!-” He exclaimed. From the moment you heard his voice, you figured it out. He was the Narrator. The real, living Narrator.

You couldn’t believe it. But you had to ignore that for now, focusing back on explaining yourself.

You tried your best to explain yourself as best as possible, telling him how you were simply playing the game one minute, and the next, you were here.

“That’s absurd, that’s not even possible!” He replied. “You’re not supposed to be here whatsoever. Now go on; get out. If you were able to get in here then you surely should be able to get out just fine.”

You continued speaking. You tried to convey that you genuinely had no clue on whether you could get out or not. The Narrator’s expression softened, one of his hands still holding onto the doorknob. 

“That’s- no, no. Are you sure?- You should be able to get out. You got in here just fine, so then-..”

You both stood still as you watched the Narrator slowly piece together the facts that you had indeed come here by complete accident, and that you had no clue how to get out. 

“..Okay! Here’s the new plan, then.” He sighed. “I will see what I can do in regards to getting you out of here. Until then, just stay off to the side. I’d rather you don’t interfere with the story.” He told you. “Got it?” In response, you simply gave him a thumbs up. “Good. -Ah, might I have your name before I leave you alone?” He added.

There wasn’t any reason for you to hide it, you shrugged, giving him your name.

“That’s quite an.. Interesting name.”, said the man whose name was quite literally “The Narrator”.

“Alright then, I will keep that in mind. Toodle-pip!” he suddenly finished, closing the door as quickly as he had previously yanked it open.

You were alone once again. 

After a few seconds, you got curious about what else laid past the door to the office. With nothing else to do, you went ahead and opened the door.

The rest of the building had the exact same layout as the game you once played, with one distinct difference.

There were potted plants across nearly every single surface. On every single desk, on top of every filing cabinet, within each of the rooms that had been locked off, belonging to the other employees mentioned within the story. There were even a few displayed from hanging planters across the ceiling.

You could hear the Narrator, likely back wherever it was he originally resided, continuing on with the story with Stanley as you wandered around.

You assumed the office would be the exact same as how it was within the game, but this was odd. You didn’t hate the additions, though. It brought a sense of life to the otherwise drab office.

Making your way to one of the other desks, you’d extend your hand to brush against the petals of one of the flowers. It was a fairly large, well-taken care of lily. It was a white shade, a beautiful contrast against the grey desk. You weren’t sure what would happen next, but you knew that you’d be able to figure it all out, regardless of if the Narrator helped you or not.

–

Within what you assumed could have spanned across a week, you figured out a variety of things. 

First, upon catching the Narrator wandering the halls with a watering can, you figured out that the plants had been added as a sort of quality of life update in the past. He didn’t bother sharing why exactly the Parable even needed something like that, though.

Next, you figured out that despite still being a human, you were able to possess certain abilities that were likely a result of you having originally been a player. If you focused hard enough, you could bring up a menu of sorts that spanned across your vision. The only thing at that moment that had been on the menu was a button labelled Reset. Being who you are, eventually curiosity got the better of you, and you pressed it. You soon came to find out that it didn’t affect the Parable, and the ability just simply affected your body. You would be sent back to Stanley’s small office, exactly how you were upon entering the game. That ruled out any worries regarding food or hygiene, as one simple function could clear it all up. 

The final thing you discovered was that the Narrator apparently put something together for you. He had enough of a grasp on how time functioned, letting you know it’d be done in a day.

When he finally found you, he led you over to a new door that had been placed in one of the hallways. To your surprise, it seemed to be a shortcut straight to the apartment that belonged to Stanley. He told you that he fixed it up a bit, researched just how exactly humans work and what they needed, and made sure it was outfitted with anything you could need.

Earlier, he mentioned how there still wasn’t any way to get you out of the Parable. Maybe this was a way to make up for it?

You accepted the new area to dwell in, thanking the Narrator. 

But in the next few days, you noticed something different.

Upon getting stuck in one of the areas meant for an ending, while the Narrator was busy handling the story, you noticed that there was now a button labelled Epilogue right next to the reset button. With not much else to do, you went ahead and pressed it.

Before you knew it, you were transported to the same dusty wasteland you remembered seeing when you had played the game. 

You followed what you had done in the past, simply wandering through the remains within the desert-like scape.

Eventually, you ended up back in the old remains of the office. Of course, they weren’t exactly the actual office itself. It seemed to just be a copy of the office’s model, placed in this environment. If you focused hard enough, you could even hear the faint sound of the Narrator talking back in the other part of the Parable

But as you looked around, you noticed that there was somebody here.

You could barely make out what they looked like in this lighting. You weren’t sure if they even had a body at all. 

Sitting against the desk that held a fairly important monitor would be the shadowy silhouette of a fairly skinny person. You could make out the shape of what looked to be a bun on the top of their head. 

There were faint, white outlines defining your body. The most you could see was what conveyed a button-up, complete with slacks and shoes. Their eyes looked tired as they stared back at you.

“You’re a new addition. How did you get here?” They asked, their voice barely audible.

You stepped closer to them, explaining what you had told the Narrator. In addition, you asked who they were.

They seemed reluctant to talk.

“You can call me the Timekeeper.” They said, moving one of their hands to pat the top of the monitor next to them. That was enough for you to figure out they were the one who helped you adjust the settings and such back when you played the game. 

You asked them why they weren’t in the actual office, why they chose to stay down here.

“I don’t think there's a need for that.” They replied. “I’m not needed up there. The Narrator doesn’t care about me, and Stanley’s always doing his own thing.”

You stepped closer once again, looking around as you remarked about how sad this place looked. 

“Is it really that unpleasant for you?” They asked. “It’s just fine for me. I suppose my standards are pretty low.”

There was silence between you two as you wondered what to ask next.

“You can leave if you’d like, you know. You’re probably missing out on something by staying here.” They suddenly added.

You shook your head. You told them how you wanted to stay and talk with them.

“No. Leaving’s for the best.”

You let out a sigh, before asking them if you could visit again later.

“If you remember, sure.” Was all they said. They looked off to the side now, not bothering to maintain eye contact with you. 

You promised that you’d be back eventually. You would have tried to talk to them more right now, but it seemed like they didn’t want to budge.

They glanced at you just as you left. 

–

Roughly one or two months had passed with your stay within the Parable. The Narrator still wasn’t any closer to finding a way to get you out, but with that, it seemed as if he started to open up in regards to helping you live comfortably in the Parable. 

You settled into a sort of rhythm in terms of living. Sometimes you would simply reset yourself to ignore things like sleep and eating, other times you’d wait it out to re-experience those things again. It all depended on your mood, honestly. 

You did your best to steer clear of the story whilst the Narrator was busy telling it. Sometimes, you’d accidentally get in the way or cross paths with Stanley, accompanied by an annoyed remark by the Narrator as you slinked past.

Initially, there wasn’t much to do in the Parable. First the Narrator occasionally spawned in a book, or maybe a craft project to your request. Anything to keep you occupied, as there wasn’t much to do within the Parable. Sometimes, you would take the projects or activities with you back to the Epilogue, trying to get through to the Timekeeper, who you decided to nickname “TK” for short.

You mentioned this to the Narrator, but he didn’t seem to care. One could even say that maybe he was a bit annoyed you took your things over to TK to spend time with you. You reminded the Narrator that there was no use in him being annoyed, since half of the time he was always either busy with the story, or watering the plants around the Parable that Stanley missed whilst going through the usual plant-based chores that occurred when the story was on pause. 

TK seemed to open up with the more you spent time with them. You weren’t sure what exactly they were dealing with or had dealt with, but you were fine letting them take as much time as needed for them to open up. 

Regardless, you were able to have built two friendships within the Parable. You weren’t sure what speaking terms the Curator was on, or if Stanley even wanted to talk to you. You didn’t mind, though. Despite missing the real world every now and then, the Parable, the Narrator, and TK were more than enough to help you pass the time.

You had just gotten up from the bed within Stanley’s apartment, stretching as you looked up at the hanging planters in the room, small flowers contained within them.

You weren’t sure how long you rested, but you shrugged it off as you left the bed.

Taking a deep breath as you opened the front door, opening up to the rest of the Parable, you wondered about who you’d visit now. You didn’t hear the Narrator’s voice overhead, so he would've likely been around the office, watering a few plants. You could probably ask him about what he was thinking of spawning in next for you. But on the other hand, there was TK. For the past few days, you had been taking a few plants here and there from the office, bringing it over to the Epilogue. You could always get them a new plant to fill up their home. What to do?

[marionette-j2x]

Hehe- 🌸

@juaneloriginal @insomniphic

YOU-! 🫵

he would do that

[bootleg-parable]

Meet the new narrators!

This is Evandor Maddenlowe of the Pageless Scripts, a Narrator who's Parable has been shattered, and his protagonist lost to time. Though Stanlei didn't escape without leaving Narry with a few reminders.

Ft. @insomniphic 's Narrator from memory.

And of course, Evandor's Stanley, who's name is spelled "Stanlei Oxford". He's a hazard to everything and everyone around him. Cough cough Narry.

Next up, we have Astrophel Orion of the Cosmic Scripts, who doesn't actually have an illustrated Stanley that we can show. He runs his own little portion of the galaxy, having been placed there by a being unknown after meeting a fate that settled him in this afterlife.

He's also not very nice, and him and his Stanely combat each other practically every day. As most Narries and Stanleys do.

We wanted to have a little fun and create TSP content outside of The Bootleg Parable. We hope that you like them! We might put out more lore of them soon, who knows.

[thechaotichorse]

Blank Scripts AU SELF INSERT!

TW for badly drawn dismemberment :7

So this is Horse! Black hired them after finding them half digested by the parable and learning that they’re actually quite handy with tools and fixing things. So they’re a mechanic now.

However, due to the impeccable design of Black’s dungeon, they often find themself not having much to do. So what do they do? They bother the protagonist of course!

They like to annoy him by detaching parts of their body and making jokes, pulling pranks, etc. A lot of their pranks end up resulting in both their and Stanley’s death. They were cautious towards the beginning of working at the Parable, but once they found out death wasn’t permanent all hell broke loose.

They use their knowledge of machines and designs to create chaotic and stupid inventions, and tend to think of injuries as a game. Doesn’t matter how much Stan tries to avoid them, they can just find him after crawling on the walls for long enough.

I like to imagine that their first meeting was completely by accident, with Stan getting curious as to a random door appearing (they got hired after Stan) so he entered the door and this happened:

After that, they became incredibly curious in Stan and followed him around to bother him.

I should also mention that their face began to get digested before the rest of their body, so their jaw was completely disintegrated. The rest of their body only got some slight injuries, which makes their limbs so easy to rip off.

They tend to use excess body parts from deceased people to create funny creatures or to eat. They’ve created many a funny creature, such as an ACTUAL handball (ball made of hands) and eyeball gun. They’ve also created a little thing called Squidge, a dog like creature formed from organs. They insist Stanley takes care of it a lot! :3

They also have a prosthetic jaw Black gave them to look “normal”, since their body wasn’t too badly damaged.

In the beginning of working they were relatively sane but due to realizing how much stuff they could do and have it reset in an instant, they began to go mad with their possibilities.

They pretty much are chill and nice enough (unless you’re Stanley, sorry pal), but if you anger them greatly they will start to eat you. Not kidding, they will rip into your neck and eat you. They’ll gladly dispose of anything Black wants them to!

Hugs always calm them down though, so if you’ve angered them just hug them or tell them a joke, they’ll calm down and you’ll have your organs intact!

Small facts:

5’4

Ability to unhinge jaw

Sharp teeth

Always wears a turtleneck!

Ability to climb on walls (doesn’t do it too often to not annoy the Parabel)

Has very high intelligence but bad stamina and memory

They can snap their spine out of their back, and pretty much rip off any part of their body and survive until the blood loss gets to them

Considers Black to be their mother figure, Stanley to be their friend and plaything, Mariella to be their sister figure, and Joseph to be their grandpa. They don’t care if he doesn’t think that, they call him gramps.

Squidge is their one and only, hurt him and they will hunt you down through resets unless Black tells them not to.

Black’s “children” are their playmates! They like to play and draw with them

Any other people are decided by Black. Disliked? Will gladly attack. Approved? New friend!

(blank scripts au by @blackkatdraws @blackkatdraws2)