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Friendship [I couldn't think of a better title] | Hello Puppets and Hello Puppets: Midnight Show

A/N: tagging @graceandtheidiotsquad and @youreternallover but anyone can read }:). Basically my take on an episode of Mortimer's Handeemen.

Warnings: arguments, but that's basically it I think.

[The Mortimer's Handeemen theme song plays.]

[For the opening scene, we see a woman with messy, black hair and brown eyes. She wears a red sweater, casual leggings, and a black jacket, open. She seems to notice the viewers' presence, addressing us as if we were actually there.]

OLIVIA GUBBERSON: Oh, I almost didn't see you there!

[She chuckles, pulling on the neck of her sweater.]

OLIVIA GUBBERSON: Today we're going to be learning all about friendshi-

[Suddenly, a crash and a yell is heard from the other room. Olivia's expression suddenly changes to one of concern.]

OLIVIA GUBBERSON: Oh no...I'd better go and check that out.

[OLIVIA walks into the other room, to see her younger brother OWEN GUBBERSON holding RILEY RUCKUS back as she seems to still be attempting to lunge at NICK NACK. BELLA THE BALLERINA and DAISY DANGER are helping him attempt to break it up.]

OLIVIA GUBBERSON: What On Earth Is Going On Here?

OWEN GUBBERSON: ...I have this under control, Liv!

[he says, while clearly not having this under control]

[strangely, the puppets seem to be...moving on their own, almost? Neither of the humans question this.]

NICK NACK: You - You stupid wench! You wouldn't appreciate good art if it hit you with a wrench!

[RILEY RUCKUS manages to break free from OWEN and punches NICK NACK in the face. OLIVIA facepalms.]

[Once again music starts to play. Cue a musical number!]

OLIVIA GUBBERSON: So you've gone and called someone stupid-

BELLA THE BALLERINA: And in response, they damaged your eye-

[She gestures to her eye.]

BELLA THE BALLERINA: But here is where the conflict must end, lest you both end up blind.

OLIVIA GUBBERSON:

Sometimes the problems at play Are not all plain to see So we lash out at our loved ones Disregarding our bond sanctity

DAISY DANGER:

There are several sides To us that may seem abstract at first Until we discover where everything fits, and People can be like a half-missing puzzle set; As we find the pieces Things make more and more sense!

OWEN GUBBERSON: Nice Imagery, but I'm not sure I follow.

DAISY DANGER: Well, hon, I'll give you an example!

I had this problem where I'd Often hide my less-than-awesome feelings So when I would feel like sobbing, I'd just smile and crack jokes! I thought that that was coping, only joking Never showing sadness Hoping it would go away!

RILEY RUCKUS: Did that work?

DAISY DANGER: Nope! I felt bad!

NICK NACK: Aw, Daisy...

DAISY DANGER: It's okay!

OWEN GUBBERSON: How's that?

DAISY DANGER:

Everybody gets sad Even when you have people to care for And therefore You don't have to hide your pain Life without rainy days Is incomplete

RILEY RUCKUS: Or impossible, really. Rain goes to plants, plants feed animals, plant-eating animals feed animal-eating animals and humans feed animals corn and inject them with hormones until they can barely walk anymore!

OLIVIA GUBBERSON: Riley? How does all that relate to rain?

DAISY DANGER: Putting it simply, rain is a necessary piece of the puzzle that is life!

RILEY RUCKUS: So true. Are we done singing or is this just one of those musical interludes?

BELLA THE BALLERINA: On the subject of storm clouds... 'Cause, you know. You need. Storm clouds to make. Rain I'm just gonna get into it...

You once knew me as real gloomy This weird spooky, broody gal 'Cause I knew you'd listen to me As too scary to ignore I thought that I could take it All the hate could just be shaken But when you lo— care for someone! Not much hurts more than their scorn I also felt bad

NICK NACK: Come, now...

BELLA THE BALLERINA: In a different way!

OLIVIA GUBBERSON: Different how?

BELLA THE BALLERINA: By bad, I mean, well, bad, I did what I thought that I had to, which is bad too! I don't have to act all tough sometimes love is enough...

DAISY DANGER: Or what we need!

RILEY RUCKUS:

That was a quaint little review Of things that we already knew Now, can our discourse resume? There's pressing matters at hand

OWEN GUBBERSON: Actually, that was for your benefit.

RILEY RUCKUS: I don't see how that could be relevant.

DAISY DANGER: Riley, please!

OWEN GUBBERSON: Our goals benevolent!

RILEY RUCKUS: You know me, I don't care for sentiment.

NICK NACK: OMG!

OWEN GUBBERSON & RILEY RUCKUS:

This serves as a testament To the fact-

RILEY RUCKUS: That to me, you're negligent-

OWEN GUBBERSON: [at the same time as Riley] that you have a temperament!-

BOTH:

Which is FINE!

RILEY RUCKUS: It just works to your detriment-

OWEN GUBBERSON: you just haven't accepted it-

BOTH:

You not letting me finish is proving my-/if you let me finish they'd get to the-

BELLA THE BALLERINA: HEY!

[the two snap their attention in her direction]

BELLA THE BALLERINA: You're lost!

RILEY RUCKUS: I'm right here...

BELLA THE BALLERINA: It's okay!

RILEY RUCKUS: You're acting weird...

BELLA THE BALLERINA: I was lost once too, but thanks to all of you life sucks less now!

ALL: We're your best pals!

BELLA THE BALLERINA: No one wants to be a joke...

ALL: But a life free of jokes is incomplete!

NICK NACK: Guys do you mind if I contribute to this weird, vent-ey song?

OLIVIA GUBBERSON: Please, do!

NICK NACK:

I've got an issue That feels new-school; I don't wanna say I'm too cool But I'm just too fab for you fools And I feel like you don't get me!

OWEN GUBBERSON: You've insulted us while venting!

NICK NACK: ...Sorry!

OLIVIA GUBBERSON: It's alright, Nick, honestly it didn't hurt me, it's clear you're the one who's hurting.

NICK NACK: Huh?

BELLA THE BALLERINA: You feel low!

NICK NACK: That's not true!

DAISY DANGER: It's Okay!

NICK NACK: Don't Assume!

OWEN GUBBERSON: You don't have to save face!

BELLA THE BALLERINA: In almost any case we embrace you!

NICK NACK: [sarcastic] that's rich!

DAISY DANGER: No one hates you!

ALL: Everybody's got flaws!

DAISY DANGER: But with no you at all, we're incomplete!

OLIVIA GUBBERSON:

There! Now you see! Everybody goes wrong And we put it in song So it's easier To hear it!

OWEN GUBBERSON:

This puzzle's tough I'll admit But in time We'll find where everything fits!

[musical number end.]

OLIVIA GUBBERSON: So, do you too have something to say to each other?

NICK NACK: [heavy, dramatic sigh] I'm sorry I called you stupid. And a wench.

RILEY RUCKUS: [muttering, annoyed] sorry I hit you.

OLIVIA GUBBERSON: Well, I'm glad we got that one sorted out.

OWEN GUBBERSON: I could've handled it.

OLIVIA GUBBERSON: Of course you could, little brother.

OWEN GUBBERSON: Hey! You're only 12 minutes older than me.

[Olivia only chuckles and turns to the audience again.]

OLIVIA GUBBERSON: See you all next time!

[Once again, the theme song plays.]

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WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

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Reblog this if you enjoy unprompted starters!

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@graceandtheidiotsquad

@youreternallover

@ anyone else, pls I'm bored and I need interaction

you can ask any of my muses just say who it's for [my OCs: Olivia Gubberson, Ashley Anderson and of course Bella The Ballerina. And my interps of Riley Ruckus and Nick Nack]

you can do multiple too

Send anons to my muse as someone from their canon: prod them about anything in character!

From the mundane to the dramatic and everything in between! Sometimes we want random characters to interact with but don’t need a blog to do it!

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5 Senses Development Questions!

Hear:

How would you describe the sound of your muse’s voice?

What sorts of music do they like to listen to?

If they had to pick three songs to listen to for the rest of their life, what would those three songs be?

What’s their favorite sound?

Their least favorite sound?

Touch:

What’s one of your muse’s favorite textures?

What does their skin feel like? Smooth? Rough?

Do they like maintaining a skincare routine? 

Are there any textures that your muse doesn’t like? Why?

How often do they clip their nails? Do they bite them?

Sight:

Is their vision good, or do they need glasses or contacts?

Do they like to use their glasses or contacts if they need them?

What is your muse’s visual aesthetic? (eg: outfits, colors, etc.)

What normal looking objects appear ugly to your muse? 

Are they good or bad at winking?

Smell:

What does your muse smell like?

Favorite candle scent?

What sorts of shampoo scents do they like?

What’s their favorite smell?

What’s their least favorite smell?

Taste:

If your muse had a taste, how would you describe it?

Are they more of a sweet or salty person?

What flavor lip balm do they usually use?

Do they lick, or do they bite?

What’s their favorite meal to make / eat?

[asktheforgottenballerina]

...Father should go to whatever this is.

is this seat taken

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"Thanks. I'm....a little bit self conscious about them...Since they weren't always like this." Bella shrugged, trailing off from her sentence.

"Yeah, arguments are rather silly, aren't they? I don't really see the point of them most of the time when they can be solved quite easily."

"My emotions just get a little out of hand sometimes. I suppose it's better to let it out than the alternative, though." She said with another shrug.

She didn't exactly seem to know what to do with her hands, readjusting her purple dress and picking at one of the many small cracks on her body. "I do hope Nick and Riley aren't fighting again."

She sighed, a tinge of anxiety in her voice on the last sentence, although her tone changed back to normal, if a little quiet, which seemed to be in her nature, a moment later. "It seems rather quiet. I don't know whether that should worry me or not." She admitted.

"Hello, How are you?"

( @asktheforgottenballerina )

“Oh! Hello dear! My apologies I nearly didn’t see you here! I’m…Fine! No need to worry!”

The typing pause for a sharp moment,Daisy looked around before continuing.

“How are you dear?..your name is Bella right? That a wonderful name!”

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"I don't usually talk this much. I get carried away sometimes." Bella chuckled, taking a moment to fix her hair, making the mismatched colour of her eyes momentarily visible, although it was unsure if they were meant to be that way or not. "Oh, I'm such a mess sometimes-"

"Fixing arguments is something I'm familiar with. Seems like I have to keep people off each others throats sometimes." She jokes slightly, although fondly.

She took the cookie, pausing again, seeming to be thinking of what to say. "I think you're right. The mind is a strange and fascinating thing, honestly. A lot of things at once if you ask me."

"...Thanks. I just worry about saying the wrong thing or talking too much." She gave a slight shrug. "Or getting too emotional and saying something stupid."

"Hello, How are you?"

( @asktheforgottenballerina )

“Oh! Hello dear! My apologies I nearly didn’t see you here! I’m…Fine! No need to worry!”

The typing pause for a sharp moment,Daisy looked around before continuing.

“How are you dear?..your name is Bella right? That a wonderful name!”

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"Yeah, at least I think it mostly makes sense." Bella sighed, shrugging and taking another bite of her own cookie.

She did seem to be switching moods quite frequently, a bit concerningly, although for the moment she was mostly comfortable, if a little hesitant to talk about the things going on in her thoughts. "It's all just a little strange, I suppose."

She seems to be getting a bit distracted, likely lost in thought, before drawing her attention back to the conversation. "Imagination is strange. It's an unpredictable thing, isn't it? It tries to comfort you, but it can get...quite out of hand sometimes. I'm not entirely sure I'm making sense, I apologize."

Bella at least seemed mostly comfortable talking to Daisy, probably due to her sweet nature she found comforting. "I'm rambling again....But yes, what you said makes sense, I think."

"Hello, How are you?"

( @asktheforgottenballerina )

“Oh! Hello dear! My apologies I nearly didn’t see you here! I’m…Fine! No need to worry!”

The typing pause for a sharp moment,Daisy looked around before continuing.

“How are you dear?..your name is Bella right? That a wonderful name!”

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"I just sometimes get carried away with my imagination, I suppose." Bella had paused for another moment before answering, most likely having been thinking about it.

She was still slightly hesitant, although more comfortable, at least it seemed she was. "Sometimes I think about...Father..." She stopped herself talking, seemingly changing the subject from whatever she was going to say.

"I suppose hoping for things to be better or wishing for change is just something that can't be helped. Especially in...certain situations. But I'm getting carried away again."

She tilted her head in curiosity, although didn't ask what Daisy meant by that.

"Hello, How are you?"

( @asktheforgottenballerina )

“Oh! Hello dear! My apologies I nearly didn’t see you here! I’m…Fine! No need to worry!”

The typing pause for a sharp moment,Daisy looked around before continuing.

“How are you dear?..your name is Bella right? That a wonderful name!”

[asktheforgottenballerina]

"Oh, I don't mind. You're quite right. It's nice to have someone to talk to." Bella shrugged with another small smile.

She paused, almost as if lost in thought for a moment before speaking again, seemingly ignoring the presence of the sock puppets, even if they were acting a little strange.

"...You ever wonder what it would be like if things had turned out differently? I can't help but think sometimes, about how it could have been. But....well, it's just wishful thinking, I suppose."

The question seemed to have come out of nowhere, as if she had thought of it just then. She seemed a little bit nervous to ask it.

"Hello, How are you?"

( @asktheforgottenballerina )

“Oh! Hello dear! My apologies I nearly didn’t see you here! I’m…Fine! No need to worry!”

The typing pause for a sharp moment,Daisy looked around before continuing.

“How are you dear?..your name is Bella right? That a wonderful name!”

[asktheforgottenballerina]

"Yeah, the sock puppets. Eh, probably best not to think about it." Bella shrugged, taking the cookie with a smile. "I'm used to it by now, I think. ....Although when I'm alone I tend to start thinking too much and remembering things I'd rather leave alone. Not much to be done about that, when all is said and done."

She isn't sure whether it's Daisy's personality, or the fact she isn't around Mortimer right now, but she finds her nerves calmed quite a bit as she took a bite out of the cookie Daisy had given her. "I would rather things were different, but it's just how they are I suppose."

"Yeah. And It gets a little lonely, but I can live with it. Although too long, as I've said, causes me to get a bit lost in my head."

"Hello, How are you?"

( @asktheforgottenballerina )

“Oh! Hello dear! My apologies I nearly didn’t see you here! I’m…Fine! No need to worry!”

The typing pause for a sharp moment,Daisy looked around before continuing.

“How are you dear?..your name is Bella right? That a wonderful name!”

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"...They're acting a little odd." Bella noted, although she didn't linger on it for too long, since she was used to them. "Wonder what's up with them."

"Yeah, I prefer staying as far away from that situation as possible if I'm being honest."

She shrugged and gave a small smile back, at least she seemed a little calmer.

"Thank you, that would be lovely. And hey, at least I'm not being scolded for being on my stage all the time right now."

"Hello, How are you?"

( @asktheforgottenballerina )

“Oh! Hello dear! My apologies I nearly didn’t see you here! I’m…Fine! No need to worry!”

The typing pause for a sharp moment,Daisy looked around before continuing.

“How are you dear?..your name is Bella right? That a wonderful name!”

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"I guess." Bella wasn't quite sure she agreed, given her own experiences with Mortimer, but she didn't mention it.

"No, I don't think it did, from what I remember."

Really, she would prefer away from the whole Host situation and Mortimer in general, but she couldn't help getting caught up in it sometimes. "It'll blow over eventually, I'm sure."

"Hello, How are you?"

( @asktheforgottenballerina )

“Oh! Hello dear! My apologies I nearly didn’t see you here! I’m…Fine! No need to worry!”

The typing pause for a sharp moment,Daisy looked around before continuing.

“How are you dear?..your name is Bella right? That a wonderful name!”

[asktheforgottenballerina]

A Memory?

It started out just like any other day.

Olivia showed up at the studio, ready to help Owen with an episode, just like she always did. She knocked on the door...but there was no answer. She assumed he was just busy and hadn't heard her, so she knocked again. Once again, no answer. "....Owen? That's it, I'm coming in." She took out a spare key, letting herself into the building.

"Whatever this is, it isn't funny, Owen." She felt a chill pass through her body...as she heard a chuckle that almost sounded like...Mortimer? "Owen....This really isn't funny...." She clutched a flashlight in her hand, looking around.

There, Right in front of her...was Mortimer Handee, attached to the hand of a girl wearing a white and blue shirt and a bag over her head. "Father isn't here right now, he said he had a pain in the head, why don't you play with us instead?" She shuddered. It wasn't that Mortimer was talking to her - no, she knew The Handeemen were alive, Owen had told her about the spellbook.

...But his tone...

"Mortimer...did you do something?" She messed with the neck of her sweater, eyeing the puppet with suspicion. "Done something, me? Of course not! What's got you thinking so pessimistically?"

"I'm....just gonna go."

"What a shame you couldn't stay. Oh well, be sure to come back if you want to play!"

After a while of aimless wandering, not really sure why, Olivia found a door. Pushing it open, she was greeted by the back of a chair. "Owen, I swear-" She tilted her head...something felt off. She inched closer, flashlight in hand, and turned the chair around. She instantly regretted it, feeling herself about to vomit. She backed up, smacking into the wall and dropping her torch. It was Owen in the chair, alright.

But his entire lower half had been removed, felt puppet hands stitched where his own should be.

"God, what did they do to you?"

That was when Mortimer burst into the room.

"NO, NO, NO, THIS CAN'T BE! YOU'VE WITNESSED SOMETHING YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO SEE!"

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"Oh, I'm just always like that. Although Mortimer has had quite the temper with me recently. He's just like that." The Ballerina Marionette sighed.

"But nevermind that, I'm sure it'll blow over eventually. You do have a point. I guess life is just like that."

"He really wasn't happy about that Host escaping..."

"Hello, How are you?"

( @asktheforgottenballerina )

“Oh! Hello dear! My apologies I nearly didn’t see you here! I’m…Fine! No need to worry!”

The typing pause for a sharp moment,Daisy looked around before continuing.

“How are you dear?..your name is Bella right? That a wonderful name!”

[asktheforgottenballerina]

What's This? Has Our Little Ballerina Found A Way Of Communicating? ...Why, that is quite fascinating...

Well, all you Hosts, I'm sure you have a lot to say. So, ask away!