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[daydreamersinasylum]

Mr. Puzzles, you're finally back! It's SO good to see that you're safe! Do you feel alright? Can I send you and/or Leggy anything?

The last letter I sent you said was rather ominous but I really was only worried about your safety amongst whatever your screen(memories?) was subjecting you to. Have you ever heard the phrase, "Don't go where I can't follow?" It's been used enough in media here and there that I'd be surprised if you hadn't.

In case you haven't though, it's meant to describe an insurmountable distance between one person and the other. The length of which one of the two could not catch up. Apologies, this kind of rambling paragraph, huh? What I mean to say is, I'm glad that you're back as I worried the ghost of my voice would not be able to reach you. That my writings would no longer be able to draw you close in words of affirmation. I have been hoping for your safety all this time, Mr. Puzzles. I'll be rooting for you :)

Please, do let me know if there's anything I can do for you and send my best to your personal piece of stardust <33

~Bunnybot

Dear Bunnybot,

If I were to ask something of you, my good friend— would it be some extra parts to properly weld my circuitry and ..

He felt his TV head flicker, sparks coming from his exposed wires as he became flustered.

It’s utterly shameless to ask for help, you know.. Someone like me ASKING FOR HELP?

Words are impermissible, especially with how much my pen pals have shown me compassion. The most lacking conviction is to showing that I still deserve love. Your gifts and kind hopes of safety despite me warranting your utter control of power beneath me, at that moment it felt.. surreal.

I had it all. I had all eyes on me.

I had.. for a few moments, warranted my dreams of valor, puppets at my disposal!

Images— multiple of them flood my mind before I feel nauseous and sit down, if I could even have that feeling of dizzyness anymore.

And yet.. I felt so empty inside.. He sighs. What accomplishment does it serve to rule it all if I couldn’t have a proper audience to share it with? To be entertained, is to be mesmerized by the action on YOUR SCREEN!

Why the hell would you root for someone when all I’ve done was manipulate people..? Using them purely for my fulfilling desire of being the only source of entertainment— its simply mimicking the what.. SIX corporate entities that control the guidelines of television nowadays?

He grimaced, before rubbing the migraine on his screen, holding Leggy before he sits them down in the metal shop. Having them sit pretty as he continues soldering— having brought a book on techniques and strategies to ensure a clean welding job on my injury. Grumbling.. he hesitantly answered:

What do I really want.. huh.. well Leggy adores the blanket and pet bed you got for her— even when the others look at me strange, telling me she is just a doll? She clearly is my best friend in this rusty junkyard.

I do.. believe I may have gotten a new pen pal recently. He’s.. interesting to say the least, dangerous.. as far as he tells me.

He groans once more, as it pans out on him flipping through the book, chatting with Leggy in the metal shop, wondering what other books are in this crappy asylum library. Leggy looks like she’d simply ask for insurance that he won’t rip her anymore, the stitches still visible on her plush exterior.

(I think he let the static get to his head.. oh boy. What he needs, is a good deep cleaning — Cosmic)

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CAN I GIVE THE BABY A HUGGG PLEASSEEE

(just wanna say not my art btw)

He seemed worried.. and yet, not?

"Hey, hey don't cry. C'mon now.. I don't need your modesty but, if you really need one I'd need to keep the straitjacket on for hugs, Chris will be so confused.."

"A death row inmate.. getting hugs for rambling sympathies on the internet. This feels like my new low.. subpar to how I should've taken over the ridiculed planet by now, but these powers are .. so limited now.. Sigh."

He stands there, as you give him a hug-- your tears getting onto my straitjacket.. but unable to reciprocate. I.. feel strange.. you feel so strongly about this. I lean my head down and see the streaks of tears rolling down your face.

"I'm sorry, for making you cry.. if I did better.. was perfect like I entailed-- my flaws wouldn't make you so bittersweet. But.. this feels nice.. to remain in this moment.."

I feel you squeeze my straitjacketed body, as I continued making light-hearted jokes to try making you feel better, friend... I really should've been a better friend back then too.. shouldn't I?

(Bittersweet hugs are quite.. sentimental -- Cosmic.)

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I bring flowers for husband :)

He couldn’t help himself but chuckle at this letter..

If you think a multiple-count alleged homocidal maniac is uhm.. husband worthy? You might just have as many screws loose..

I mean.. nothin’ wrong with redemption I suppose.. reformed, patients.. if I were one. I still have years on my name, not getting out anytime soon. But I did make my cell a bit more comfortable with the bouquet? If I had a nose, I’d make time to admire them when the sunlight hits just right!

Thank you, admirer Milo.

Glancing toward the newly placed roses at his bedside, he couldn’t help but imitate smelling the roses, before he got up— and started heading to the Metal Shop to diligently head to solder my circuits.. maybe figure out this chronic pain other than crushing up ibuprofens.

Sigh, never does a day go by when the inmates don’t talk about my rusty head.. obnoxious pricks.

I mutter to myself..

(Don’t forget to bring Leggy! She loves watching the soldering gun flare! — Cosmic)

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Hey, I know it’s not much, but I made you another friend.

Daydreamer held the new fabric doll in his hands.. glancing outside at the other inmates.. whether they were heading toward club activities, therapeutic appointments, or some other reason.

You say it isn’t much new friend, but.. I really admire the button eyes! They look adorable just like Stardust when the moonlight hits *just* right.. its like you can be another member of my Astronomy club! You like stars.. don’t you new friend?

He stretches, as he settles in bed.. until eventually its recess for him, crossing legs as he waits… the usual day felt more fulfilling as he waits with his new friends.. shifting in his new blanket, the ripped present wrapping paper neatly thrown away.

“Today’s a new day.. dear audience.”

(Time to finally get a normal day going around here! Figuring out chronic pain is a crick in the neck.— Cosmic)

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[ I will preface the new ask here is .. *very old*— but this comic is new-ish, thank you genuinely for all the gifts!! I don’t get why the image wouldn’t send but here’s to try 2. Part of the ask, by the way. — Cosmic ]

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Bunnybot finds himself excited when the notification pops up on his phone. It's him! He's back!

With it also comes a wave of relief. "I'm excited to hear from you again!" He hadn't thought the man dead but he was worried considering he didn't have a full view of the picture. Speaking of....

The concept itself he found rather intriguing- a glitch in reality. Or well, Mr. Puzzle's reality in particular. Either way, he's just happy to be back in contact and to know that the brightest star to ever set foot under the spotlight was safe enough for the moment.

"Oh." He frowned momentarily, imagining the other looking at him with resignation and the imagined version of Leggy in his arms.

"Of course I do! Everyone deserves space to grow, to accomplish things, to preserve, to be..." The digital wall between them suddenly feels like a saving grace as he feels the all too familiar sensation of itching across his visor and sighs. It's a small thing so he's certain the sensation would fade but he's glad the other can't see him in even a fraction of a sorrier state. "I get the feeling, though. There was a time not so long ago wherein I felt that I didn't deserve to be given such niceties." It had been a little under a year since the bulk of that time had passed but it was still too close for his liking.

"Right you are, Mr. P! We may not be able to unwrite the past or control most of the outside world but we oughta take the reins of whatever we are allowed to control and ride it to wherever we want to go! I know there's more waiting for you Puzzles. You've always been destined for something great! And you'll have it one way or another~"

"I hope you get to find that missing puzzle piece along the way, your mom. She really sounds like an incredible woman from all that you've said...."

"Perhaps it's not the most exciting episode but hey, everyone loves a good backstory episode! It helps people to sympathize with the character and flesh em out! I guess I'm saying it's important.(And maybe I'm curious but shhhhhhhh)"

"Eh, if they can't see you then I like to think of it like being a ghost, haunting your own past. Fun way to think of it right?"

!!!

"Y-You think I'm cute? I MEEEEAN T-THANK YOU! HAHAHA"

He has to take a whole moment to collect himself through the whirring fans and hearing wiring before continuing.

"G-Glad you get to have a semblance of your stardust with you there even if it's an illusion. I imagine we're the same in that we'd prefer even the phantom of comfort over nothing."

"Reality is in the eye of the beholder ya know~ It's all just the brain shooting off electric signals that interpret the present based on your version of the past. The herd and now is also what was and what will be endlessly. Weird, right?"

Oh yeah, I got Leggy her bed! I'll be passing if off to *eye rolling* Swag and Chris a little while after I send this out! It should be easy enough to pick out with the wrapping paper."

"Heehee the stars on the blanket glow in the dark~"

"I hope things are going well with kid you btw! Any idea how he can see you??"

P.S. I know you said you don't like to have visitors but if you ever change your mind I'd love to sit behind glass and talk for a bit <3

Daydreamer looked down with semblance as he read Bunnybot's letter over and over again.. throughout that whole trip he.. for once wasn't sure how to respond to the letter. But tonight seemed different, the day he returned, he walked back to his cell, tucking Stardust into his shirt pocket as he responded.

Dear Bunnybot; I am severely.. apologetic for not answering this well-endowed letter you must've spent so much time on friend. It really is nice to see you again too, now that well.. we're out of that.. wacky Puzzlevision adventure-- or was it even that..? If I was just sent to a terrible retelling of my past, years before my mother's divorce to my .. horrific excuse of a father. And he STOWED ME AWAY, this bastard could never be you.. never be as attentive to my interests like you.

I shake my head, the ringing taking its sweet time clamoring in my.. skull.. whatever is left of it.

Anywho.. you sure as hell come up with many ways to compliment me, sure not slick whatsoever, aren't you? "The brightest star", the one to have been destined for something great, someone to.. be sympathized with.. right..? Sure, yes, my story is definitely FAR from over.. maybe even stagger if that stupid mouse still lived or not in secret.. you saw the sentencing.. I haven't seen that punk in years. I've yet to explain more of these scars-- Oh, speaking of! I still need to fix this darned.. urgh, unstable wiring in my wrist-- troublemaker causin' all this mess. That'll eh.. be tomorrow's problem..

He nestles in bed, seemingly forgetting to talk about the gifts he's received while gone.. but he surely didn't forget the Glow in the dark blanket that he used as extra comfort that night.. he felt.. much safer in it, his new little friends as well. A.. bigger smile than usual trickles on as the night takes this sleeping prince.

(You can't put words of appreciation on those but.. thank you, audience, for the gifts. He acknowledges you! -- Cosmic!)

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I watch as Little Puzzles rests his head on my knee.. its.. a surprise that I can feel his warm skin against me. This.. human touch isn’t so bad. My hand shakily floats above his head.. but I know he can’t feel it even if I tried. Why do I want to try..?

“Hey..? It’s past your bedtime! Where did you go my starlight?” The voice echoed from what sounded like a few feet away, unsure, unkept..

My screen flickers with bewilderment as the .. noticeably shorter stature climbed up the rungs..

Little Puzzles giggles as they hide behind me, his hands wrapped around what felt like my waist.. despite being holographic.. [alas.. Mom doesn’t see Puzzles, just little Puzzles and Teddy on the roof, their picnic blanket and their astrology notebook full of doodles.. and constellations.]

Her.. her face simply illuminates the night sky.. brighter than any star or constellation I’ve seen tonight.. hands brought against my TV head, as I sit there.. frozen..

Thump, Thump..

This is it.. the facade breaks when I finally see through the fog.. the blurring, thundering static is.. gone?

My TV head glitches.. the daunting motion signaling that the flashback is ending soon. I whisper to Little Puzzles to ask Mom..

“You don’t.. think you could ask her to read a story again? I missed her voice.. please… give her a hug for me, and.. do NOT let go— you’ll never know when you’d feel this warm sensation ever again in this forsaken, cruel prison..”

Thump, Thump, Thump…

Little Puzzles climbs onto me, and gives me a hug, squeezing tight as if he knew me; all this unspoken agony tearing at my unstable, holographic vessel. My heart burns.. with the depravity that was physical touch, ending up a lonely.. crazed man who’ve forgotten how to love another, with genuine passion..

To distress.. explain these feelings, antics and games felt childish.. and fake, but this.. this brought me to tears. I hug Little Puzzles tighter, only to realize in my Mother’s eyes, she was really the one hugging him, while.. me myself was the form of Little Puzzles’ teddy.

Little Puzzles has quite the imagination.. haha. He.. really thought he was talking to me.

Thump thump.. went the sound of my pulsing heart.. Thump Thump.

Little Puzzles snuggles into his Mom’s arms.. hugging her back, arms stretched around tightly, like she was going to fade.. that hurt, trickling inside knowing everything was inevitable--- a seeping poison I couldn’t help but grip with shaking, hesitant hands. Puzzles.. a real Momma’s boy, it showed right through the image I constructed all these years to void mentioning... Wanting to nestle and even.. cradle himself in her arms again, like I did my enthusiastic.. cheerful Stardust who never dulled the times I knew her.. through the torment.. let it be a dream— please..

Thump, Thump. This revelation only continued his manifested tears.. sparks of dread only he would see through.. Thump Thump THUMP--

“Mommy.. I had a nightmare..” he whispers in a worried tone, he could feel himself tear up as Mom cradles him.. “I-I don’t.. want to sleep in my room tonight, everything feels scary and.. and..”

Desperation plasters my face as I urge to ask mom something with this ache, deep down, in my chest.. but I can’t figure out how to word it correctly. I have to say something! Anything!

Thump, Thump, THUMP..

I try my hardest and act like Little Puzzles, trailing her over into a psudo-hug.. through the hologram. My visceral, heavy weight on my heart utters;

“The love I’d give you mom.. is everything. Please.. if you see me.. I’m still your son, hold me and tell me everything is okay. I don't.. look like him anymore but, nothing else has changed.. I-I swear.."

I mutter with a strained, glitchy voice, gazing as Little Puzzles tugs and holds mom.

[Second person]

His heart artificial or not.. thumping with yearn, one chance to hug her again. To feel her anguish somewhat to the man he became, the regret, is blurring his vision.. static covering his TV screen as he shudders onto his knees at the sight of their hug.

Suddenly, he felt his heart stagger.

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP-THUMP THUMP…

The hologram glitches, with time finally running out.. the endless stars tonight mourning his welcome with more shooting stars than he thought. It was.. serene.. almost.. despite the lives ahead of him living.. he watches with a breathless gaze as they climb down the ladder for bedtime.

She sighs tirelessly, her apron full of dried glue and glitter.. Mom steadily picks up Little Puzzles.. patting him whilst shoulder-bound, whispering in a voice Puzzles hasn’t heard but was shockingly familiar.

“I’ll read you one.. extra long, so you won’t forget the story this time, you just love how these stories end more, Starlight? Your mind is just so active at night, I’ll let you pick a second book afterwards if you don’t fall asleep?” She chuckles, to his shock, bringing a smile to his emotionally disrupted screen.

Phasing.. achingly.. he watches them disappear from sight.. he must be sleeping with mom tonight, he can only imagine how comfortable they’d look together, all bunched in the covers, with Teddy getting a front row seat to bedtime stories. Speaking of Teddy..

Goosebumps ridden down my back, flustering as I think about her.. how lonely she must be.. cold.. on the ground..

"I have to get back to her—"

ZAP—

Puzzles short circuits.. digital tears strewn down his face as this .. dream finally ends..? The thought of watching their bedtime story fills him with sentiment, as the TV fills with static.. the purple covering him, and with a blip— he’s gone.

(Holy crap, do we finally get to go back to the prison? What happened to stardust?? Anywho, Daydreamer is back open for questions! — Cosmic)

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ITS ME ITS ME FROM DISCORD ITS SEBBY

I love u daydream! Puzzles

anyways I’m new to tumblr so idk

how have ya been? Do you need anything? :))

Hello to you too!

Sebby.. was it? You’re a new face to me.. I’ve.. been decent albeit the chronic migraines from the ringing static..

He begrudgingly smacks his head instinctively, temporarily relieved from the ringing; yet the voices persist as he continues writing.

How I’ve been is.. questionable at best, and really riding at my patience not being able to hug Stardust. It’s awful, yet endearing to watch as Little Puzzles talks to me as if I were his friend, he.. even talks back!

Right! Right.. Leggy’s injury.. I will admit, I use her as a stress toy, my hands feel shaky thinking about how I ripped her poor stuffing! As for her leg, I had to fight a guard to keep her, f-for her not to leave me, AND THROW HER AWAY! MY LEGGY IS TOO GOOD FOR THE RANCID GARBAGE!!

It looks like he kept rambling, even though it wasn’t relevant to a simple, ‘How are you.. how’ve you been..?’ It looks like he just needs Leggy back.

(Teddy is awfully restless, and could use a break from everything if possible. Where’s the straitjacket when you need it? —Cosmic)

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Dear Journal,

The world never truly sleeps.. doesn’t it? Despite circumstances.. even us sitting on the ground up here.. the sky has never stopped, the clouds.. we only seem to notice if we.. well, paid attention to it.

It’s a simple concept, Stardust.. but. I’m afraid of what’ll happen if I fall asleep here.. will this dream end? Even so.. annoyingly, you guys will still be here too.

SMG3: “It’s easy to put blame on you after all these years, you’re still coaxing stability on that stupid doll, just to cope? It’s pathetic.”

I grumble to myself.. yeah I’m writing this part out.. just to spite with you, Three. You were always the.. most copycat of the bunch.

“Yeah, it is unfortunately true. Sure.. I could’ve picked anybody to be my friend! Easy for you to say! WHY COULDN’T HAVE I THOUGHT OF THAT? HUH?”

A-Anyways, Journal.. I suppose I should tell a small story to explain the few stitches for Starlight, other than the uhm.. large one. Ahem.

These ones.. around her headphone area.. the left foot..? It was a pain to hold her without these parts falling originally.

I shrug, as I feel myself petting Little Puzzles..

As emotional support.. she’s been easily wearing down, I mean.. being loved a whole bunch! New shoes.. new hair.. the works, a few times by now.

That’s why she doesn’t.. look similar to her when I first arrived in this wretched prison. Sigh. I was.. IMPROVING.. somewhat. But, like being on the roof I’m.. so afraid what’ll happen if I end up falling backwards again.. a-and again..

I look in shock, thinking my grip on Little Puzzles affected them. But no.. Little Puzzles and Teddy ended up conversating on what different stars.. asteroids.. planets would taste like.

A stagnant pause.. “Surely an asteroid would taste like roasted chestnuts or something, teddy! They talk about eating your nuts and fibers all the time on TV! Wouldn’t it be magical if we caught one?!”

I watch as he makes Teddy do a nodding gesture, flailing its cotton-filled head to his childish conspiracy.

“It would.. wouldn’t it.. catching a meteor? What device wouldn’t just freezer burn to death in the process..?”

Great.. now he got me thinking.. I can feel Starlight gazing into my screen as the night sky continues to sparkle.. do you think we’ll see an asteroid..?

I can feel Tari’s presence.. she chooses not to say anything, I wonder if she thinks there’d be a duck related constellation?

(Gee.. the stars are so pretty tonight, an active imagination.. curates wonders if not standing still.. the world is just as beautiful if you sit and look long enough.. — Cosmic)

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Dear Journal,

Stardust and I managed to have a relatively good day, workshopping metal together! She had her protective gear.. and in the spur of the moment while I was repairing my frazzled wirings, I .. received a gift, without a label, it said..

‘To remind you that you’re not alone in the universe.. fellow astronaut, the lights will guide your way’

There was a certain gleam in Leggy 2.0’s button eyes.. as I set up the gift in my cell, turning on the switch.. finding the batteries it activates with, and inserting them.

“Are you ready, starlight?”,

I asked in a rather chipper voice. This is a kids toy but.. semblance of childlike wonder is always welcome. “That’s what starts things.. starlight.. as they say.. ‘When you wished upon a star.. no matter how far or from your wildest imagination.. your dream would come true.’

Do you.. think my wish came true, from all those years ago.. and would you wish on these stars too— there are plenty to choose from afterall, Stardust..”

I pick up Leggy 2.0, holding her.. thumbing her plush face as the projection turns on. She never looked so beautiful in this moment.. all starry eyed.. like I could be somebody after all this time. A chance to imagine the day I become a new man.. maybe there will be people cheering for me when I get out of here.. one day.

(He’s become .. very reminiscent! Thank you very much for the gift.. I just hope he finds a plug to charge this new decoration! — Cosmic)

“Aren’t the stars beautiful tonight…?”

My side of an art trade with my wonderful friend @brownii-milkshake aka @daydreamersinasylum of her Daydreamer Puzzles AU!! This was so difficult to get the lighting right for, but it was so fun!

((My art trades are currently not open)

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He sits uncomfortably from his moonlight sonata as the now windy evening would reluctantly expose a few of the voices that have been taunting him tonight.. How come they’re coming to light here, instead of when I was in the asylum?

Tari, SMG4, SMG3, and him..

Tari’s voice shimmers in like the gentle, brave soul he admired in her. Yet in his head, she has deep disdain for how much he twisted the knife on her friend, Meggy.

Oh, Meggy.. that.. name gives him the most in his usual migraines..

“Urgh.. not again, please..”, he mutters to himself.

His hologram shifts.. flickering.. as the other voices intrude as usual, ruining the night he was trying to have.. the hologram of Leggy snuggling into Little Puzzles as she can’t hear them.. none of them do except for me.. part of me is thankful for that.

“She gave you.. so many chances.. and yet you sit here thinking you could change your past again. Where was your remorse then, were you going to wait until she was begging like a mere speck compared to you..?”, she asks to my distaste. Sincerity and well.. apologizing was just not my forte back then, she knows this and yet keeps prodding..

“There is never going to be a when.. Tari.. Meggy has been recovering with Saiko and Melony hasn’t she?” He asks gently.. trying to change the subject as silence gives an answer, I speak up but another interrupts my train of thought..

“That isn’t for you to know.. you’ve peered into our lives more than enough, you don’t deserve to be in her life, she is traumatized thanks to you.. your CARNAL ABUSE.. are you happy to hear that she has trouble sleeping by herself? Her physical therapy has been tough on us all..” SMG4 rattled on, for what seemed like an hour.. I covered my misty screen, trying to keep a neutral on the midnight stars.. yet the holographic Leggy seems to feel my distraught, a frown on her face as I feel.. uncomfortable.

“I wish you would stay jumbled.. like the static of a mindless sludge channel but here you are.”

His TV head itched.. like a rash that plagued the mind.. a never ending loose wire that will never be scoot under the rug of his mortality. His first scar.. multiple deep scratch marks along his left arm was from Meggy that night.. that brat manages to escape my henchman’s grasp and scratched me deeply.. deeply enough I still feel the cavernous scars left behind.. as for my comeback..? I may have lost her some oxygen to her brain from strangulation..

It’s.. it’s a faint memory how long I.. I held on.. I felt her eventually limp onto my gloved hands, before transforming her manually .. into the Stardust I was so familiar with, my best friend. Nobody understands how much I needed her. How much she needed ME.

“Such a method however.. is so inhumane but coming to mind.. she just doesn’t know how much worth to me she is than that fickle SMG4 crew.. they treated her like a dumb skit, however, she was my second in command! My confidant! My..

My best friend..”

I instintively hug Little Puzzles closer.. trying to accept the myth that hugs could always make you feel better.. just so the lingering motifs would STOP! Shielding myself from a see of wandering eyes I no longer wanted.

I find myself daydreaming.. the memories showcasing on my screen.. my.. precious Stardust.. A solumn look as I catch Little Puzzles looking at me.. curiously.

I remember now how Little Puzzles asked if I was okay.. n-no.. there is no clean answer to that.. he wouldn’t comprehend these feelings I can’t even comprehend.. Like a throbbing headache.. I sting so bad, so bad I almost forget about the child in my lap.. I-I could’ve hurt them.

“You wouldn’t comprehend that, Puzzles.. you couldn’t even pretend to like me when I had weekends with you. Not grateful when I gave you the love I knew.. was it not enough?”

My screen flickered with annoyance, the loudest voice of all who doesn’t even need to be mentioned.. the deep influence who ruined the dreamlike happiness I thought people had through TV.. why wasn’t it ever like that?

“Oh sure.. CRUSH MY DREAMS! Tell me I’m a failure because I couldn’t shoot for the stars and be like you, have your dreams.. you mercilessly bullied me more than the other kids did.. inflicting deeper wounds in my heart than others could ever REACH.”

And yet.. through it all.. my body couldn’t move, they say you always have a choice, yet my body chose to freeze and malfunction; like a TV installing lethal malware to end its suffering.. If I had no vision to you.. why didn’t you want me gone so you could start over..?

His hands were shaking around Little Puzzles.. before he wrapped me.. er.. Teddy.. in the blanket.. the thought really counts.. at least. Leggy doesn’t feel too.. comfortable anymore in my presence I’d think.

(Half of him wants to cry, and the other wants to choke himself out with the blanket.. Part 1 of 2! — Cosmic)

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ANYONE ELSE?

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Daydreamer and Miss Puzzles in the sexyman competition, (I regret nothing)

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Hah! I’m just relishing in my victory last round.. surely this time around it’ll be a fair fight, against the infamous Miss Puzzles..

Let’s see how you *fare* when you don’t even have a LEGGY, yeah!

GET THEM STARDUST!

Leggy 2.0 simply sits there, on his shoulder. What is she supposed to do here? *You could almost feel her shrug.. despite not having shoulders. The button eyes staring.. somewhere..*

(Oh yeah.. he definitely will get her with this one. Bonus points if you mention where the reference is from! — Cosmic)

𝕄𝕣.ℙ𝕦𝕫𝕫𝕝𝕖 𝔸𝕌 𝕋𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕣 𝕊𝕖𝕩𝕪𝕞𝕒𝕟 ℙ𝕆𝕃𝕃!!!!

Phase 2 - Part 5

Propaganda 👇👇👇👇

I vouch for Woman's wrongs

GET YO HEAD OUTTA THE CLOUDS

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Round two dazzlings, let’s see how this goes. We’re up against the popular Miss. Puzzles, it’ll be a tough fight for sure!

(Maybe his new reference sheet will bring in supports in the polls.. — Cosmic)

𝕄𝕣.ℙ𝕦𝕫𝕫𝕝𝕖 𝔸𝕌 𝕋𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕣 𝕊𝕖𝕩𝕪𝕞𝕒𝕟 ℙ𝕆𝕃𝕃!!!!

Phase 2 - Master Post

Because of the Uneven Number of competitors, we are likely to run into this issue a lot where

3 Puzzles will go up against each other at the same time

It was chosen Randomly just like the rest of the face offs, but I apologize that it can't be 1 V 1 the entire time :,)

Anyhoo....

[ Part 1 ] - @mrtophat518 VS @change-name-later

[ Part 2 ] - @purpdrawsthings VS @sansune-sansku

[ Part 3 ] - @bluestrawberrybunny VS @Blue-doofus

[ Part 4 ] - @the-masked-astro VS @jovialoddity

[ Part 5 ] - @dakaakula VS @brownii-milkshake

[ Part 6 ] - @icedbeverageenjoyer VS @bidinonsense VS @theclosetcreature

[ Part 7 ] - @emeraldsk VS @4thwallbreakerdraws2

Our lovely audience UwU

@michaelscorneroftheinternet @alex-dolmatescu2-0 @thestuffiesheadquarters @livzees @starlymelodica

@h4ppysoki @spv-au @alien-star88 @goofishh @kuromipuzzles2000 @bear-boi-5 @a-holiday-ever @dream-walker69 @wolausmg4 @mothfoxwastaken

[daydreamersinasylum]

The day is here.. he finally gets his ref sheet! The top half, at least. Turns out he has quite the robotic limbs under those clothes. A cyborg.. if you will. And.. he’s older than you think.. he’s been in prison for years..

(How is he gonna pass the Am I a robot test now..? — Cosmic)

[daydreamersinasylum]

@wolausmg4

(I win.. punk. See you on the way out.. — Cosmic)