beyond-the-hay

[beyond-the-hay]

"No."

//Wheatley snaps, pausing finally, to catch his breath for a half second. His tone was a fair bit firmer than he wanted it to be, even coming off as defensive. Although as painful as it is to hear themself sounding like that, he focuses on the chase at hand. Amazing, how adrenaline and a genuine fear for your life can make you look past any anxiety ever.//

//Probably not all that healthy, but dying would be worse. It evens out.//

//In the few seconds he has, he digs around in his pockets, shifting through a few things before pulling out a handful of loose seeds that don't look like anything he's familiar with, the same ones that have been refusing to even sprout since he got here.//

"..It hasn't hit me yet, should be fine."

//Everything he has on him feels fairly useless. What were they gonna do, Throw some bird seed at the bastard? Regardless, he stars picking up the pace again once Guest's caught up completely.//

//Stares at you anxious style//

[[ @beyond-the-hay ]]

Guest stands there, taking in the warmth of the fire. It’s been, uh.. well, not terribly long. But it was long enough for Guest to wonder why it’s happening. He turns towards the farmer, with his default furrowed eyebrows and slight frown.

“..I apologize, did you say something? My ears don’t work too well.”

[beyond-the-hay]

[[If I ever forget to respond to a thread please let me know. Sometimes I go a few days with no responses and I check, but I am also really good at making shit up (thinking I replied to shit that I didn't) so feel free to poke me until I get it done.]]

[beyond-the-hay]

[Last Responses Here] //Wheatley pulled their hand back, letting it rest by his side again.// "It's uh.. the Name my parents gave me actually. Funny's certainly a word for it. Guess that's why they chose it."

"Still think it's kinda dumb, myself.."

//He muttered, frowning. Trying to think of a way to have the focus not on his name? Can't really talk about the weather when it never changes, the situation at hand seemed rather heavy. There had to be something he could say to this guy to..// //Hey wait a moment.// "Y'know, I don't think I got your name earlier."

//Something is watching.//

//Wait.. Not something, someone. Someone in the forest, following his every movement, tracking every step. That nagging feeling just wouldn't go away.//

[[ @beyond-the-hay <- Trying to convey how fucking horrible he is at approaching people ]]

~[ Reporter looked around, paranoid. What the hell was that? Why follow HIM of all robloxians?!? ]~

[beyond-the-hay]

//Wheatley reached over to shake his hand, his grip firm as he nodded.//

"Nice to meet you too."

//They hoped that he was doing this while introduction thing right, or well enough to pass as acceptable for.. wherever this was. If the bar was in hell with them, maybe this would be decent enough.//

//..Shit, he couldn't think of anything else to say.//

//Something is watching.//

//Wait.. Not something, someone. Someone in the forest, following his every movement, tracking every step. That nagging feeling just wouldn't go away.//

[[ @beyond-the-hay <- Trying to convey how fucking horrible he is at approaching people ]]

~[ Reporter looked around, paranoid. What the hell was that? Why follow HIM of all robloxians?!? ]~

[beyond-the-hay]

//Wheatley's unharmed, hardly even noticing that Jason swung at the two of them. By now he's even gotten a few steps ahead, considering he hasn't been stopping to look out for the other nearly as much as Guest has. They've been sprinting constantly the whole time now, though, without even a single moment of pause. As they're starting to limp as he slows down, foot steps falling on the grass of the outdoor area again, it becomes clear that they've backtracked, for better or worse. Taking the same route in reverse that Guest had lead them though in his escape.//

//Stares at you anxious style//

[[ @beyond-the-hay ]]

Guest stands there, taking in the warmth of the fire. It’s been, uh.. well, not terribly long. But it was long enough for Guest to wonder why it’s happening. He turns towards the farmer, with his default furrowed eyebrows and slight frown.

“..I apologize, did you say something? My ears don’t work too well.”

[beyond-the-hay]

[[I have 5 different drafts for that one response I should be writing rn because my computer has promptly been open To Long and tumblr has timed out.]]

[beyond-the-hay]

[[Last Response(s) Here]] //Thought of the name herself..? Wheatley wasn't even aware that was a thing a person could do.// //He moved to stand on the porch opposite of her, leaning against the wall and shifting most of his weight onto one leg. He was starting to ease up a bit, on hand in his pocket, the other just hanging by his side.// "Sunflowers are the main thing, been taking care of a pretty large field of 'em. It's only a few months of work though, so I also have some cows to take care of while they weren't growing.. Hope they're doin' alright."

//He turned to look away, well, probably. It was a bit hard to tell with the hat he wore casting a shadow over his eyes.// "The property's been in the family for a few generations, so I'm more so picking up where my Parents left off."

[[might I throw a farmer at you? - mod of @beyond-the-hay}}

why, of course I don’t mind!! this oc is so cool by the way oh my days,,,, I love farmers ^.^//

The huntress had still been relatively shaken. For the past few days, she’d mostly kept to herself—reluctant to reminisce on her home life or bank on a conversation with any of the other survivors. She avoided everybody like the plague, spending most of her days outside of rounds out on the porch where the cool air carded through her hair.

…That is, until the farmer came along.

She didn’t seem too willing to speak, though she definitely was aware of their presence.

[beyond-the-hay]

You forgot to uhh put asks on for Kyle's acc btw

[[I have made this mistake twice now. Fixing it rn]]

[beyond-the-hay]

//He reached out with a similarly rough hand, taking hers and shaking firmly.// "I'm,, Wheatley. I'm a Farmer back home."

//They still can't quiet introduce himself without faltering on the name. Pulling back his hand as the sudden realization that he probably doesn't bring as much to the table as a lot of the others here hit him. Admins, Soldiers, Hunters, That one guy with the edible hair..// //Okay, that one was still weird. But it was something, and all he had was some loose bramble seeds and a good throw.// "Morris, you said? That's a nice name. Suits 'ya."

[[might I throw a farmer at you? - mod of @beyond-the-hay}}

why, of course I don’t mind!! this oc is so cool by the way oh my days,,,, I love farmers ^.^//

The huntress had still been relatively shaken. For the past few days, she’d mostly kept to herself—reluctant to reminisce on her home life or bank on a conversation with any of the other survivors. She avoided everybody like the plague, spending most of her days outside of rounds out on the porch where the cool air carded through her hair.

…That is, until the farmer came along.

She didn’t seem too willing to speak, though she definitely was aware of their presence.

[beyond-the-hay]

//The Farmer is running on adrenaline and fear at this point, with little room left to really process the implications that they'd have otherwise picked up on, or have made up. Keep running? They can keep running.//

//Wheatley moves to backtrack through the oddly colorful rooms from before, keeping up the pace despite the way their leg is screaming at them to ease up. They're only barely managing to look back at them for a split second or two while navigating the unfamiliar layout.//

//Stares at you anxious style//

[[ @beyond-the-hay ]]

Guest stands there, taking in the warmth of the fire. It’s been, uh.. well, not terribly long. But it was long enough for Guest to wonder why it’s happening. He turns towards the farmer, with his default furrowed eyebrows and slight frown.

“..I apologize, did you say something? My ears don’t work too well.”

[beyond-the-hay]

//The way her eyes focused on him made him jump slightly, shoulders going noticeably tense with the spike of anxiety he felt. This.. wasn't someone out to kill him, right? ...No, no she'd already be doing that, if that was the case. Probably// "Just, familiarizing myself with the.. situation, the people, 'n' all that.."

//Were those the right words for it? It's not like you can call anyone in this hell a local..//

[[might I throw a farmer at you? - mod of @beyond-the-hay}}

why, of course I don’t mind!! this oc is so cool by the way oh my days,,,, I love farmers ^.^//

The huntress had still been relatively shaken. For the past few days, she’d mostly kept to herself—reluctant to reminisce on her home life or bank on a conversation with any of the other survivors. She avoided everybody like the plague, spending most of her days outside of rounds out on the porch where the cool air carded through her hair.

…That is, until the farmer came along.

She didn’t seem too willing to speak, though she definitely was aware of their presence.

[beyond-the-hay]

*me reading new tags and seeing I got a special mention*

[[Figured I'd give you one considering the second interaction.

[beyond-the-hay]

//The man was still getting his bearings, still dealing with the shock of his first few rounds. Though now he doing less stalking, and more.. walking around and just vaguely avoiding people during his down time. It was an improvement for them, even if it still took a lot to actually, talk to anyone.//

//few years alone'll do that to ya.// //There was definitely a point where Wheatley walked past without saying anything. Only sparing the cabin, and by extension the Huntress, a passing glance. After which he then lapped back around a few minutes later to actually walk up and.. try saying hello.//

"..Hello, Miss.."

[[might I throw a farmer at you? - mod of @beyond-the-hay}}

why, of course I don’t mind!! this oc is so cool by the way oh my days,,,, I love farmers ^.^//

The huntress had still been relatively shaken. For the past few days, she’d mostly kept to herself—reluctant to reminisce on her home life or bank on a conversation with any of the other survivors. She avoided everybody like the plague, spending most of her days outside of rounds out on the porch where the cool air carded through her hair.

…That is, until the farmer came along.

She didn’t seem too willing to speak, though she definitely was aware of their presence.

[beyond-the-hay]

//He looks back, freezing for a half second before jumping to his feet, stumbling with the first step. Scrambling to get his balance properly, pushing himself off the machine to stand, catching himself on the wall when he over corrects.// //Even in his effort to get up and running, he's still looking back, trying to catch sight of whatever it is that Guest had seen, and trying to make sure he didn't loose Guest himself. With how inexperienced he was, his best bet was to stay in sight of him.. Not that it'd take much to distract him from doing that, either.//

//Stares at you anxious style//

[[ @beyond-the-hay ]]

Guest stands there, taking in the warmth of the fire. It’s been, uh.. well, not terribly long. But it was long enough for Guest to wonder why it’s happening. He turns towards the farmer, with his default furrowed eyebrows and slight frown.

“..I apologize, did you say something? My ears don’t work too well.”

[beyond-the-hay]

[[AHHH bitesyoubitesyoubitesyoubitesyo- Ah I get that, been seeing, so much stuff happening over there. I'm good to wait until after if that's better but YESSS I still wanna interact]]

[[I don't,, wanna be a bother but,, that starter I sent as Wheatley. @beyond-the-hay, did that get deleted or..

I want to send in something else if so but like,,, If it's just sitting there I don't want to add more the the pile y'know?]]

- The guy that's putting the Farmer through the horrors

HIHI !! I KEPT!! really really meaning to answer it but things kinda Continued Happening and I have the attention span of a toddler. BASICALLY; no and id LOVE TO INTERACT !!IF YOU STILL DO!! there's , an event that's about to occur for the 100 milestone though , so if you , wanna wait till after ???))

[beyond-the-hay]

"Feeling- uh.. I dunno, fine?"

//Wheatley responds, barely taking his eyes off of the machine. He's not, as he said, fine. Notably his hands are still shaking, causing more injury than he'd usually sustain fixing something like this, minor scrapes, small shocks, stuff like that. Still his work is on the faster side, and it's enough to trick himself into thinking he's fine.//

"The sabotage job on this thing is pitiful, only cuttin' wires.. Most kids could do better than that."

//Stares at you anxious style//

[[ @beyond-the-hay ]]

Guest stands there, taking in the warmth of the fire. It’s been, uh.. well, not terribly long. But it was long enough for Guest to wonder why it’s happening. He turns towards the farmer, with his default furrowed eyebrows and slight frown.

“..I apologize, did you say something? My ears don’t work too well.”

[beyond-the-hay]

🥓: "wheatley"

🥓: "Wheatley do you know how to get rid of bodies"

[@holding-eachother-no-memorys ]

"Yes." //He, pauses.// "You don't mean.. people, do ya?"