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more character art

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weird bug spotted

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Professor and TETris, respectively. drew this a while back

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a quiet night.

The halls are silent. The fluorescent overheads' a hum covers the only floor of the building. In the lab, Professor is hunched over, working on...something. His dark, heavy eyes softly flap close, then, are raised open again. For a moment, he is still, his stare unwavering and dead. Getting a grasp of his attention again, he looks back down at his project. He is frozen, yet his hands are still moving. He takes a deep breath in, then out. Then, another. Then one more. His eyes once again lock into place, his body being the only thing able to function. "Professor?" His eyes shoot open. Professor turns to the doorway to see Tetris, holding a basket of laundry. "It's late." Professor doesn't say anything, the look in his eyes speaking for him. "Are.....Are you okay?" The man's heavy gaze shifts downward towards the unfinished project, steel screws and loose, marked papers sprawled about the work desk. Whatever was being made wasn't being finished tonight. His empty eyes are pushed towards the robot, then back down at a his project. His hands begin moving again. Tetris walks out from the doorframe, down into the hall. The occasional squeak of his shoes hitting the vinyl floor distantly echoing throughout the building. Professor reaches up into his hair, mangling out his hair-tie, and drowsily shakes his afro free. He sniffles and softly dabs his forehead dry using his lab coat. His cold eyes shift to look at the time, god it's late. Taking in another deep breath, the shaky hands begin to eerily shift around the workspace again. Professor eyes rip open again, it feels like sandpaper. His face is stretched and dripping sweat. Turning his head to see a familiar blue hand, he looks up to see his robot apprentice, now holding nothing but his master's shoulder. He gives him a fretful yet warm smile. Professor's dead stare shifts back down, then forward. After a moment, he slowly rises from is chair and wearily slides his coat off, handing it to Tetris. Tetris drapes the damp lab coat over the chair and escorts Professor to bed. -end scene- author note: ok hiiiii this was based on a comic i drew years ago before i ever even started writing this. (pictured below) im getting into the groove of writing i think, thoughts are always welcome (any kind lol).

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prof drawing

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laurie 😔

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i’m getting back into drawing. drew two of the three boys. practice makes perfect

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i need like, a writing buddy. proofreading, discussing each others characters, pushing each other to keep going. that sorta thing.

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a random, post-party morning (2.)

Jackson scratches his head. A familiar voice loudly echoes from down the down the hall. "Oh and Jackson! Take out the trash when you're done please! Thank you!" Jackson looks around, re-noticing the puddle he made. 'I gotta get something to wrap this up.' Tetris walks back through the double-doors, taking in the room. "It looks a lot better in here." He walks up to the stove, which is now spotless, the grates set aside and everything. Tetris puts them back. "This is really nice." He mutters to himself. "So much better." "Jackson?" He calls. He glances deeper into the room and sees the back of his friend, who is standing on the other side of the room, closer to the exit for the dumpster. "Jackson!" The robot calls. He walks over towards him, apprehensively. "Are you okay?" The zombie's head hung down. As he get closer he notices what Jackson was staring at. The trash bag from this morning, filled with beer bottles, also held bloody napkins, cloths and other foul mementos of the night before. He also notices a hat covering a portion of Jacksons head, now completely soaked. Tetris' face scrunches up, then, he takes a deep breath in, then exhales. "We really went hard last night huh…" "…Yeah. And you know how Professor is. He's always wanting to keep up…Heheh.." Jackson scratches the back of his neck for a moment, and then lets out a sigh. "What time ya got?" "7:52AM Eastern Standard Time!" Tetris is met with a confused gaze, he tilts his head. Jackson gathers the bag and hoists it over his shoulder. "Alright, I guess I'm off. Mom's got me doing housework later today so…" He walks to the door leading out to the dumpster. As he pushes the bar opening the door, Tetris shouts. "Bye Jackson!" The robot says waving vigorously. "Hm." Jackson says as the door closes behind him. Tetris takes a deep breath in, hears the sound of the bag going into the dumpster, then smiles with a sigh. "Now. To get started on the next load of laundry!" Tetris walks out of the kitchen doors, picking up a basket of dirty laundry, which holds lab coats, t-shirts, and a variety of dark, bloodied hats. -end of scene-

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a random, post-party morning. (1)

Enter the cafeteria kitchen. Through these double doors you see Tetris on his knees, scrubbing stained blood off of the floor. The brush furiously grinds back and forth, painting the floor with light pink suds. He dawns a pair bright yellow gloves and his pants are speckled with dark red stains. Jackson is leaned up against an industrial gas stove, his arms crossed. "I don't understand why I have to be here." Tetris continues scrubbing. "Well because YOU said you would help clean up this mess YOU made last night." Jackson scoffs. "Well, I didn't expect to have to get up this early." "Jackson, you don't sleep." "I do too!" He bites back, scowling down at the robot, who stands up and walks towards the corner. "Look, just because I don't sleep how I USED to, DOESN'T mean I can't benefit from resting anymore. Like c'mon. I still get tired." Tetris walks back towards Jackson and the pink suds on the wet floor, holding a mop bucket. "Jackson. You don't metabolize. You barely eat." "I eat when I can." "Right but-…wait…Jackson we were talking about you cleaning." "ALRIGHT FIIINE!~" The zombie throws his head back with a groan. "Just…tell me what you need me to do." He states begrudgingly. Tetris smiles. "The stove." He points behind Jackson. "Yeah?" "I need you to wipe it down." Jackson turns around to see the black stove, speckled with his blood. 'wow, last night must've been pretty crazy.' He thinks. He sniffs, still in the process of 'waking up'. SPLiishhhhh Water from the bucket hits the floor and escorts the suds towards the built in floor drain. Tetris then turns around, holding a sponge and steel pad, his arms extended towards Jackson. The undead man squints, rolls his eyes, then takes the supplies. "I'm going to start up a load of laundry, let me know if you need anything." Jackson grunts in response, his back turned to Tetris as his eyes are locked to the stove. Focusing on all the little specs of blood and matter, he slowly begins wiping the stove. "Oh and Jackson?" He turns around to meet Tetris' glaze, who gives him a bright grin. "Thanks. I really appreciate you." Jackson's eyes slowly widen as the sound of liquid hitting metal sounds through the kitchen. The zombie looks down to discover a small puddle of blood on the stovetop, dripping from his own chin. "OH and be sure to wrap your head beforehand." Tetris turns back around, holding an empty bucket and brush, and walks out of the kitchen, into the wider cafeteria. Jackson rubs the side of his head and then looks at his hand, now painted with the same dark blood that pooled onto the metal stove. Dissociated, he reminisces waking up on a metal table. "Let's see he-… H… Holy shit. It worked. W-We've got brain activity!" "And his blood is flowing… a lot, actually." "O-Oh God yeah, g-go grab a towel or something wouldja?" "Yes Professor." When you reach for throbbing atop your head, your fingers met with a jello-y, putty material. A ghostly man quickly grabs your arm, "Hey! woah woah woah." He guides it back down "You don't wanna be messing with that. We still don't know the extent of how you work yet! Heheh… heh…"

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posting the full size of my current pfp, a picture of Tetris and Professor, respectively.

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a random incident (2.)

The man, still on his knees and coughing, wrangles off his lab coat, tossing it to the side. Tetris sternly picks up the large, white coat off of the vinyl floor and begins fanning the smoke towards the window. He continues for about 45 minutes. Professor, now with a glass of water, completely dishoveled and sweaty, is sat leaned against a brick pillar watching as his robot gets the last of the smoke out through the window. The smoke alarms finally stop. You see Tetris' back and he finished waving around a lab coat for almost an hour. He drops his arms, and then, his head. He is silent. "…Tetris?" Tetris turns to look down at Professor, revealing his cold and shameful face. "Yes?" "I… It's.." Professor pauses, his hands still shaking. "I-" The hall echoes once again, but from the loud metal clang of the fire extinguisher hitting the vinyl floor. "I'm…I'm really sorry Professor…" The robot falls to his knees, turning a deep blue. Professor sits, staring at him. He takes a deep breath in, then out. "…Tetris.." The robot shivering, sitting with his head on his knees. Professor shimmies closer to him, reaching his hand out to him, but hesitates. He takes a deep breath in, then exhales. He does it again, and then, one more time. Tetris feels Professor's hand on his shoulder. "L-Look… It's…" Tetris lifts his head up to look at Professor, his eyes holding tears, his face still holding the deep blue tint. Professor stammers, shifting his eyes away. He wipes the sweat from his balding, white forehead. "Uh eyuh….It's…" He inhales again, trying to focus on his apprentice. "…Tetris, things happen. It's alright, people make mistakes" The robot's face begins to shift to a lighter, more familiar tone. "I understand that you f… f-feel bad. But we are safe now. I really uhm…" Tetris sniffles, his turquoise color once again filling his body, he wipes his eyes, albeit no actual liquid to wipe. He stares at Professor. Professor meets his glare, stunned slightly. "…" Tetris tilts his head. Prof turns his head away and scoffs. "L-Look man, don't worry about it. Shit happens." Tetris looks at him for a moment and lets out a soft giggle. "I think I understand." He stands up and brushes himself off, then hands Professor his lab coat, which is now singed on the right sleeve. He looks down at his maker and warmly smiles. "I really appreciate you Professor." "Look, yeah it's fine. I appreciate you too." His eyes look up to meet Tetris' staring back down at him, upon noticing he quickly looks away. Tetris covers his mouth as he softly giggles. "I'm gonna clean up the inside of the lab." "Alright." As the robot is walking away, Professor calls to him. "Oh- and Tetris?" "Yes?" He turns around. "You uh…handed me magnesium SULfate. I asked for stearate." The robot's face drops, his gaze lowered. "Yes, I'm aware." "Oh! and couldja get me another lab coat?" -end scene-

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a random game night.

The three sit around a cluttered lab table, a deck of cards spread between them. Professor dabs the sweat from his forehead using his sleeve. “W-What’s the point of this game again, Jackson?” “Winning,” Jackson says with a smirk, shuffling the cards with flair. Tetris leans over, inspecting the rules. “It says we’re supposed to bluff. How does one ‘bluff’? Is it lying?” Jackson grins. “It’s lying, but fun.” Professor frowns. “This poker wannabe. I don't understand it. It's like go-fish but you're…bluffing?" "Look do ya have an eight or not?" Jackson scowls, looking Professor in the eye, who returns the look back at him, a bead of sweat runs down the side of his face. "…Nope." SLAM "He's LYING!" "Tetriiis!~ You aren't supposed to TELL him that!" Professor's pale face glowing slightly red. "I thought that was how you won?" The undead person chuckles. "It's for sure how I win" His sharp, toothy grin visible, Jackson holds his hand out. Professor lets a deep sigh out, and passes the green man an eight of clubs. Tetris holds his chin up, gifting a smug smile to the table. "You can tell because he always sweats when he lies." "TETRIIIS~" Professor groans. Jackson chuckles harder, then takes a sip from his dark, glass bottle. Professor does the same. "H-How many cards left, two?" He raises an eyebrow, glancing at his apprentice. "Sooo Tetris." "Hm?" Professor quickly eyes Jackson and smugly looks back at the robot, "Got any fours?" "F-Fours?" Looking down at his hand the robots face goes blank for a moment, afterwards he looks back up, a nervous smile plastered on his face. "No?" It cuts back to Professor and Jackson's equally flat faces, they glance at each other, then back at Tetris. Siiiigghhh Tetris looks down defeated, extending a four of hearts out to the scientist. "I just don't get how you two do it." Professor takes another swig from the bottle. "Heh." Prof smirks. "Don't beat yourself kid, I've been doing this a looong time. Maybe, with a little more practice you can be as good a-" "Yeah, yeah you have my 7 don't cha." Professor's eyes widen as his face goes pale. "N…N-No?" A drop of sweat hits the napkin under his chin. "DAMNIT!" He leans back, his hands gripping his hair. The other two burst into laughter. -end scene-

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a random incident (1)

"Tetris, could you pass the magnesium stearate? I-It's next to the blue vial" Offscreen, clanking sounds can be heard, as well as some metal shuffling. "Here you are." A blue hand enters the frame, holding a white medicine bottle. Professor takes it, pausing for a moment to wipe the sweat off his forehead. He removes his goggles to defog them, turn his face away from the active chemicals he had been focusing on. "C-Careful Professor!" "Don't worry. Just de-fogging." "Yeah but your hair?" "Hm?" Professor slightly turns back towards the active cauldron, realizing his hair, which was tied back was nervously close to the bunsen burner. "O-OH SHIT!" He adjusts so his fluffly white hair is an a safer angle. "…Th…Thanks." "Mhm!" The scientist reapplies his safety goggles, then takes a deep breath in. He exhales. "Alright, we're a-almost done here. I just need to add this stearate and once it cures its 'Goodbye headaches'. Heheh.." Professor lets out a nervous yet genuine chuckle. Tetris smiles, watching far back from the opposite wall. Professor unscrews the cap, dipping in a small metal measuring spoon, pulling up a small amount of the white powder. "Are ya gonna 'do a line'?" Professor whips his head behind him, baffled. "Wh-How…..Wh-Where did you even HEAR that ph-phrase?!" Tetris, his innocent eyes not wavering. "Jackson said it once. We were at a party!" "YOU went to a party with Jackson." "That's right! There was alot of people 'doing lines' there." He uses his fingers to air-quote. "I thought it'd be funny to say." Professor, stunned, stares at the robot. He lets out a sigh and turns back around, positioning the spoon over the beaker. When he turns the spoon upside down, not even a moment goes by before Professor's side of the room is up in flames, smoke flooding the hallway. Professor is on the floor, coughing and on his stomach. The school building echoes with fire alarms. Tetris runs into the doorway with a fire extinguisher, spraying the beaker and bunser burner, turning off the latter. He grabs under Professor's arms and drags him out into the hallway.