ichor-reborn

[ichor-reborn]

(Accidentally Rebloged on the wrong blog! Disregard any previous reblogs! I’m cooking slowly!)

[ichor-reborn]

Uhm. That would be us. And as for an explanation... I sadly do not have any at the moment, though I am pretty sure you are somewhere in an (mostly) abandoned building called Gardenview.

The moon looks around slowly, seemingly trying to find the source of the voices. In an effort to soothe himself, he grabs the blanket he was holding and one of his hands and wraps it around himself. It just, felt right at the moment. He was still processing being alive so it seems.

“ … Hello? Gardenview? Who’s talking to us-?“

“ Those would be our friends- we can’t see them, only hear them,” the shell clarified. Her shoulders still tensed up. Something about that word ‘Gardenview’. It sounded familiar, but where she could have possibly heard it was beyond her.

“ Gardenview. . . Gardenview…That’s a nice name!“ The flower said, tail flicking. The name was familiar to him as well.

“ Garden… why would we be underneath a garden… ? “

“ maybe we’re in… a storage section? “

“… hey- didn’t one of the voices mention more on the way-? “

As if on cue, the ichor bubbles and ripples a distance away from the others. Two hands reach the surface, practically CLAWING for any purchase.

Whatever is emerging from the ichor sure isn’t silent, as even though only the hands had emerged, bit crushed gurgles and whines can be heard from the ichor.

“ oh dear . . . “

“ it really is just one after the other- hold on! I’m on my way-“

The shell quickly ran over to the activity in the ichor, grabbing onto the hands which had just emerged. Whatever this was, it was certainly much heavier than the moon. She could not hoist up this person like she did the moon, instead opting to begin dragging them up slowly.

The hands clung to her arms like a life line, making the dragging process slightly easier. Eventually a head and the rest of the arms appear from the ichor. The head is square and flat, two antenna sticking up from the top, reminiscent of a television. If someone listened, the cooling fans inside the television could be heard on full blast, even if the room itself was

The flower joins in with the shell’s attempts to pull up the television, providing some support as the shell’s strength begins to falter, despite not being all to strong himself. It’s enough to get the rest of the television’s torso up out of the ichor.

The moon approaches, but isn’t entirely sure how to help, the other two seem to have got it from what he could tell.

The antenna accidentally brush against the flower’s petals, and the television jolts away from the three, a strangled noise coming out of her. She pushes herself away further, legs rising from the ichor to scoot her further away.

Her hands were feeling the sides of her face, screen booting up to display a rather frightened expression.

“ Oh god- Oh god- this isn’t me- I’m not- I’m not- but who am I- what’s-“

It was the flower who approached, not reaching out to touch the television and maintaining a comfortable distance.

“ hey-… friend! “ he wasn’t sure what her name was- hell- he wasn’t sure what his name was. But he figured in this situation they were all friends- same situation and all.

“ … it’s gonna be alright- I’m sure this is all gonna make sense soon! We just need to calm down and take a minute. Here-“

The flower offered his hand to the television. Reluctantly, she takes it, and with difficulty, pulls her up.

The television is shakey on her feet, leaning on the flower for support until she began to stabilize.

“ there- it’s better to be out of that sticky stuff isn’t it? “

“ … I think?.. yeah- I think it is-“

She stepped away from him, wrapping around her arms around herself, Prehaps to self soothe. She looked over at the shell and moon.

“ … I say we need to find a way out of this room, this place is starting to give me the creeps,”

“ … but the voices- they said others were coming,”

“ … others? Fours already a crowd.. I don’t think this puddle could produce more, “

“ voices… I’m just not gonna question that-“

[ichor-reborn]

Oh another? Shelly? Or maybe not...

The shell jumped a little bit, quite surprised by the voices. She quickly recomposed herself, hands holding one another in what seems like an attempt to self soothe.

“ … oh- I’m assuming the voices are these friends,”

She seems a little bothered being referred to as ‘Shelly’. She doesn’t voice it, though. Her hands come to her face, smearing the ichor off and allowing her to see a little bit better. The flower pulls down one of his sleeves and uses it to wipe off the rest.

“ Yep, they seem helpful! Maybe they have answers for us? ‘ he replied, turning to the dark once more “ Hey voice people! Can you tell us where we ar—“

Something grabs the flower’s ankle and he shrieks, stumbling to the ground as he tried to kick whatever grabbed him off. The hand does not give as he falls- instead, the sudden motion seems to pull more of whoever the arms belonged to up.

“ another one-?! “ the shell asked, more so to herself than anyone. She ran over to try and aid the flower, noting how another arm has grabbed onto his leg. And another. And another. Four hands and the arms attached to them in total climb up his leg, using it for support as it seems to attempt to pull itself up.

Using the flower’s leg as a means of stability, something emerges from the ichor. It’s to covered in ichor, so what it is is lost upon the two, but its sputters and coughs seem to draw them out of their stunned stillness.

“ here, let me just-“ the shell isn’t even sure the figure half trapped in the ichor can hear her. She grabs it from under the shoulders of its first set of arms, hoisting it up. She’s honestly surprised by her own strength!

The figure doesn’t fight her, seemingly accepting its fate. In one its hands is a what appears to be a blanket.

Though she can’t hold it for to long, and once she’s sure she’s pulled the majority of whoever this was out, she puts them down as gently as she can. The figure finds itself sitting on its knees. During that, the flower had gotten up, once again using his sleeves to wipe off the ichor around the figure’s face.

The figure only coughs, again, not fighting anything happening. Once some of the ichor is wiped away, it was noted how the toon’s face seemed to be split, almost resembling a moon.

Once the coughing stops, the flower finally speaks. “ are you alright? “

“ I don’t know-“ The moon finally says, the upper pair of hands coming to rub the sides of his head, adorned with a nightcap, eyes squeezed shut despite the room being dark.

“ hey- hey I know it’s a l o t right now, we get it- I’m sure we will figure everything out in time! “

He tries to be reassuring, grabbing onto the moon’s shoulders and gently dusting off the ichor dripping off them. At least this seems to soothe the moon a bit, taking his hands away from the sides of his head. He doesn’t seem to have the strength to get up yet.

“ … those voices better have a explanation. “

“ what voices-? “

[ichor-reborn]

Welcome friend

“ friend? “

The flower is somewhat relived. If he’s a ‘friend’, then whatever he’s talking to isn’t going to hurt him. It doesn’t occur to him to really question the source of the voice- considering he just came into existence.

“ … Thank you for the welcome, but I don’t think I follow? “

He tilts his head, “ I don’t think we’ve ever—“

Something stirs in the ichor behind him. He can hear it- and he turns his head to the side

It was a shell like toon, vaguely orange in color, though fine details were hard to make out between the ichor dripping of her.

The shell gasped for breath, using her arms to brace herself. She didn’t seem to notice the flower’s presence yet, more focused on the ichor bellow her, and just, existing.

Still a bit woobly, he stands up and stumbles over to where the shell was kneeling. It seems this finally catches her attention.

“ what-“ she is cut off by a cough, some ichor escaping her mouth.

“ I am just as confused as you are, “ the flower said, offering her a hand.

She seems to get the memo, taking his hand as the flower pulled her up. Ichor continues to drip off her, and she glances around the dark. The shell isn’t sure why she trusts him so quickly, but beggars can’t be choosers when you just came into existence.

“ ..don’t know where we are either, but we have buddies! “ the flower said, he smiles slightly though, “ but we had friends! “

“ friends? I don’t see anyone else-“

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Most of Gardenview was silent and still these days.

It wasn’t like there humans to clean and dust the seeming endless complex, nor populate it. How long had the humans been gone anyway? It was impossible to tell, the last of the clocks ran out of batteries a long time ago. In a sense, time had stopped.

The only real way to tell time was moving at all was from the hum of ichor. It flowed freely now, through the pipes and machines. It dripped from leaks, leaking through the floorboards, the tiles and the carpet.

Things were born from that ichor. Terrible mockeries which seek to destroy the toons again and again.

Though, occasionally, stranger things are born from the ichor. . .

Somewhere deep bellow gardenview, a large puddle had formed. It was perfectly still, only slowly rippling as a drop of ichor from a pipe above falls into it.

From the puddle, a single thought emerged.

Get up.

Something came to, remembered it was alive. It’s not sure where ‘up’ was, or really, what it is. Any attempt at grasping any of this was met with an assault on its mind- concepts and thoughts and memories and everything flashed by, instantly forgotten once it left its mind. It could not process anything- it sinks further into the darkness around it.

Get up.

GET UP!

It’s less of a thought and more of an instinct. Something finds itself pushing itself upwards(?). It feels like it’s going up, despite how empty and full its head feels. It has to. It has to get up.

Its hand (oh, it has hands) brush against the surface, before emerging. They grab onto a flat surface, wooden in nature. It provides it a means of support as it continues to push its way out.

His (he-he was a he-) arms, shoulders, and head emerge. It’s impossible to make sense of anything still, but he was able to think somewhat clearly.

His arms made it easier to pull the rest of his body out. His legs felt on so numb (…so they were called legs), so he had to drag himself out of the puddle.

Once his legs are free, he collapses, such a seemingly simple action taking so much out of him. But at least now, as his eyes slowly begin to open, the ichor dripping off of him, he can make out the darkness of the room.

The room was also cold, stinging his petals.

His- his petals.

A hand slowly- instinctively, reaches to the side of his face. It meets something- a petal, feathery and soft. It feels strange to grab, and even stranger to tug on lightly. He didn’t have petals- but from all he could remember (which was like, the last two minutes mind you,) he had always had petals.

As more ichor drips off him, he gathers the strength to push himself to sit on his knees. He looks at his hands, rounded and mitten like. It felt like his- but it wasn’t his hand? He had more.. appendages on his hand besides his thumbs. He couldn’t recall what they were called. He just knew he had them- and he just, didn’t now.

… speaking of which, who WAS he.

His hands came to his face, slowly feeling it out. His face was fuzzy, pushing out slightly. His eyes felt a little too big. This didn’t feel right. None of this felt right. A tail flicked behind him. A quick glance behind him showed he had a tail, short and ending in a flower-bud.

Dandy. The name felt natural, he had petals and a flower tail. He must be Dandicus Dandificer!

But.

He just

Wasn’t. He couldn’t be Dandy. He isn’t sure why, but he couldn’t possibly be Dandy.

The flower signs. He was a flower, at least he knows he was a flower. He wasn’t always a flower. But he can’t exactly remember what he used to be, or well, anything for that matter.

Help. He needs to get help- maybe someone else has answers?

He hardly knew where he even was though. The darkness did not help much either. Maybe someone would hear him?

“ Uh- “ it takes a moment for the flower to gather his words into a somewhat coherent sentence “ Hello? Anyone out there? I uh- just began to exist- veeeery confused right now- was hoping there are some non hostile people around-‘

He cringes at the sound of his voice. He sounded… cartoony. He didn’t sound like that.

Asks are open!

[ichor-reborn]

Intro

Hello! This is an ask blog for a au which has been bouncing around my mind lately, for simplicity sake I just call it ‘Replacements Au’.

Gardenview was closed suddenly and without warning, leaving the toons abandoned as humans sealed the place and trapped the toons inside. The ichor that was once stored away now flows freely, and it seems to have claimed its first victims.

The mains disappeared not long before gardenview closed. It wasn’t clear what happened to them until the toons started seeing these deadly husks of their former selves. The toons were indeed alone.

Strange enough, it appears copies of the mains have suddenly risen from the ichor!

The characters (subject to change)

- The Strawberry Toon

- The Moon Toon

- The Shell Toon

- The Television Toon

- The Flower Toon

Rules / Boundaries / notices

- No NSFW asks. Don’t be freaky towards the toons PLEASE.

- ^ don’t be freaky towards me, the mod, either. I feel like that’s a given though.

- please don’t force ships. I doubt shipping is even gonna be the main focus. There might be some minor ships though.

- this blog operates in its own au

- magic anons are allowed. Within reason. I can’t guarantee I’ll do them. I do like shenanigans!