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i WAS going to get those starters i owed from my previous starter call(and i’ll likely go and message everyone who liked it to see if they want it to be an event starter or regular!!) but then the event dropped so now, here we are, 

there’s not a whole lot tim can do, due to the fact his legs are. well. Broken. but still, give this a like for a small event starter! ill leave this uncapped for the time being! 

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"There's... something happening at the beach. Do you, uh. Want to go check it out with me?"

“There is?” It might’ve gone without notice - due to the fact Tim’s spent most of his time being away from most civilization - but the idea that something was happening was new to him. 

He didn’t have much else to do, anyhow. With a shrug of his shoulders, Tim nods, keeping his eyes on Jay. “Sure, that’d be nice. Do you know what it is?” 

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... That sure is a name Tim was hoping he wouldn’t have to think about anytime soon. He rubs at his arm, averting his gaze and staring down to the floor below him. 

“...Alex is... something.” He starts, his voice quiet. “He’s...with a better lack of words, fucked. I mean, who goes around waving a gun and aiming it at your friends just because they’re finding out the truth about how you’re actually like? Alex, that’s who!” His voice gets progressively louder the more he talks about him. 

He takes in a deep breath, thinking of what else to say. But he doesn’t say much else - he doesn’t need to. “I’m just gonna keep it real short with you to save you some time- I hate Alex. He never sat right with me from the beginning, and I wonder if things would’ve ended up differently if I had ever managed to convince Brian to not audition for his stupid student film.” 

...

“I’m glad he’s gone.” 

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9 & 10 under mental and emotional!

CHARACTER SURVEY OF DOOM

Are they more likely to act, or to react?

this is kind of tricky - but it depends on the situation. more often than not, tim will act, but there are a lot of times as well where he can’t help but to just stand around and watch things happen, whether or not its because he physically can’t make himself do anything, or not. 

Which is their default: fight or flight?

fight! he’s trying to improve himself - and if that means he has to fight in order to get it, then so be it. 

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UNDERTALE starters

“…But nobody came.”

“I… I’ve changed my mind about all this. This isn’t a good idea anymore.”

“YOU! You’re standing in the way of everybody’s hopes and dreams!”

“I don’t want to break their hearts all over again. It’s better if they never see me.”    

“Despite everything, it’s still you.”

“Ah, the cactus. Truly the most tsundere of plants.”

“Go ahead. Prepare however you want. But when you step forward… I will KILL you.”

“It’s me, [name].”

“Wow! We haven’t even had our first date and I’m in the friendzone!”

“It pains me to say this, but… you should probably never come back here.”

“Maybe looking at this nice lamp will help you.”

“There is nothing left for us here. Let us erase this pointless world, and move on to the next.”

“They thought that he had killed the child.”

“Quit looking at me with that stupid expression. You’re pissing me off.”

“We’re all counting on you, kid. Good luck.”

“Nice day today, huh? Birds are singing, flowers are blooming… Perfect weather for a game of catch.”

“You can certainly find better than an old man/woman like me.” 

“I do not know if this is pathetic or endearing.”

“Oh. My god. I didn’t expect you to show up so soon! I haven’t showered, I’m barely dressed, it’s all messy, and…”

“You’re way better at dating than I am.”

“Get dunked on!”

“This is the power that the humans feared.”

“They must be here, playing a joke on me. I’ll just wait until one of them admits it…”

“…You really like hot animals, don’t you?”

“It was nice to meet you. …Goodbye.”

“On days like this, kids like you should be burning in Hell.”

“Remember. DON’T kill anyone. …I can’t believe this is a REAL thing I have to remind you.”

“…Why are you still here? Are you trying to keep me company?”

“You should be smiling, too. Aren’t you excited? Aren’t you happy?” 

“Don’t worry, my little monarch, my plan isn’t regicide. This is SO much more interesting.”

“What makes you think you’re in control?”

“Never come back here. You are not welcome.”

“Why does someone as great as me have to do so much to get recognition?!”

“You made your choice long ago.”

“Don’t you realize that being nice just makes you get hurt?”

“So you finally made it. The end of your journey is at hand.”

“I didn’t cry! I just… caught something in my eye!”

“You know what would be more valuable to everyone? IF YOU WERE DEAD!”

“Look. [Name] didn’t come to the meeting today. Say what you want about him/her/them. H/She’s/They’re weird, naive, self-absorbed. But [name] has NEVER missed a meeting. And no matter what time you call him/her/them on the phone… Night, day, afternoon, morning… He/she/they ALWAYS answers within the first two rings.”

“Anything you want to do is important enough. Even something as small as reading a book, or taking a walk… Please take your time.“

“[Name] hated humanity. Why they did, they never talked about it. But they felt very strongly about that.”

“WELL? Are you CHERISHING?! CHERISH HARDER!”

“If you… If you think I’m gonna give up hope, you’re wrong. ‘Cause I’ve got my friends behind me.”

“Perhaps we can reach a compromise. You still have something that I want.”

“Always wondered why people never use their strongest attack first.”

“No matter the struggles or hardships you faced… you strived to do the right thing. You refused to hurt anyone.”

“This is why I never make promises.”

“ …Why? Why are you being… so nice to me? I can’t understand. I can’t understand! I just can’t understand… “

“Honestly, fighting you IS pretty fun… So even if you ARE a sicko, I’ll take it!”

“Maybe you’d be better… at not killing anyone? Crazy idea, huh? Let me know how that one goes.” 

“Did I ever tell you about the time [name] flirted with me?”

“STOP PETTING THE ENEMY!”

“Now, I understand acting in self-defense. You were thrown into those situations against your will.”

“You’d better watch yourself, kid. Things are lookin’ real bad for you.”

“Are you ready? If you are not, I understand. I’m not ready either…”

“Oh my God! Will you two just smooch already?”

“Don’t you get it? There’s no such thing as happy endings. This is all that’s left…!”

“The internet! I’m quite popular there!”

“Do you think even the worst person can change…? That everyone can be a good person if they just try?”

“Don’t worry about it. Most of us have tried to kill [name] at one time or another.”

“Wowie! You did it! You didn’t do a violence!”

“Not everything can be resolved by being nice.”

“Don’t kill, and don’t be killed, alright? That’s the best you can strive for.” 

“Oh no! You’re meeting all of my standards!”

“Anime is real, RIGHT?!”

“Maybe you’re wondering if I ever get tired of winning… Wanna see my answer?”

“Sorry, I do not have much to say. It was nice to hear your voice, though.”

“This is all just a bad dream… and you’re NEVER waking up!”

“Down here, it’s kill or be killed!”

“I can’t come back. I just can’t, OK?”

“I so badly want to say, ‘would you like a cup of tea?’ But… You know how it is.”

“Would you smooch a ghost?”

“The truth is… [Name] wasn’t really the greatest person.” 

“Well, if I were you, I would have thrown in the towel by now. But you didn’t get this far by giving up, did you?” 

“You’re not really human, are you? No. You’re empty inside. Just like me.”

“Are you bored? I should have given a book to you. My apologies. Why not use your imagination to divert yourself?”

“I’ll hold victory in front of you, just within your reach… and then tear it away just before you grasp it.”

“Come on! Step forward and let’s end this!”

“Don’t you get it? This is all just a GAME.”

“Are those two robots…?”

“If you have some sort of special power… isn’t it your responsibility to do the right thing?”

“Stop plaguing my life with incidental music!”

“Self-defense? Please. You didn’t kill them because you had to. You killed them because it was easy for you. Because it was fun for you. Do you think it was fun when I found out…? Do you think it’s fun when people’s family members never come home? Is that fun? No. “

“I wish I had eight legs… so I could wear FOUR pairs of hot pants!”

“The more you kill, the easier it becomes to distance yourself. The more you distance yourself, the less you will hurt. The more easily you can bring yourself to hurt others.”

“RUN. INTO. THE BULLETS.”

“I can’t go to Hell. I’m all out of vacation days.”

“They just sort of showed up one day and…asserted themselves. The town’s gotten a lot more interesting since then.”

“Our king is really bad at names.”

“If it weren’t for you, I would’ve never gotten past him. But now, with your help, he’s DEAD.”

“Then why’d you kill my brother/sister?”

“I’ve done everything this world has to offer. I’ve read every book. I’ve burned every book. I’ve won every game. I’ve lost every game. I’ve appeased everyone. I’ve killed everyone.”

“What did you do to him? …What did you DO to him?!”

“…I don’t have the heart to tell her what you did. Do you know how she’d react?”

“You didn’t even need my help, which is great, ‘cause I love doing absolutely nothing.”

“I’m smiling and I hate it!”

“Do you wanna have a bad time? ‘Cause if you take another step forward… you are REALLY not going to like what happens next.”

“If we’re really friends… you won’t come back.”

“Did you really think I was gonna be satisfied… killing you only ONE time?”

“I remember when I first woke up here, in the garden. I was so scared. I couldn’t feel my arms or my legs…”

“Even after all this time, you’re still the only one that understands me.”

“Why do I always get the freaks?”

“It’s possible that you may have a problem.”

“What a terrible creature, torturing such a poor, innocent youth…”

“I’m nineteen years old and I’ve already wasted my entire life.”

“If you’re so scared, why do you keep winking?”

“Don’t you have anything better to do?”

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3. Does this character have a personal code of morals or ethics? If so, how did that begin? What would it take to compromise it?

CHARACTER SURVEY OF DOOM

of course he does - tim believes everyone has to have their own sort of code! the most important thing about it is he just wants to have his own space - and to not get himself involved in other people’s personal business. it came to him growing up, but started it probably in his teenage years. it doesn’t take a lot out of him, really. 

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Character Survey of Doom

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Unconscious/Unsteady Sentence Starters

“Woah, are you okay?”

“Get up!” 

“W-what happened?” 

“Steady now.” 

“What happened to you?” 

“I got you, don’t worry.” 

“You look like you’re going to tip over at any second.” 

“Why am I on the ground?”

“Hey, wake up.” 

“Please tell me you aren’t dead…” 

“Please groan if you’re awake.” 

“I… I need to sit down…” 

“I have you, it’s okay.” 

“Can you make it to that chair?” 

“Do you need to sit down?” 

“You’re looking awfully pale.” 

“Hey now, take it easy…” 

“Don’t sit up so fast.” 

“Do you need a hand…?” 

“This is no place to take a nap.” 

“Why is there a body out here?” 

“I’ll catch you if you keel over.” 

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i just got here and my legs are broken. fantastic start 

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As a moth drawn to a flame, the Operator had slowly spiraled in on its twin quarries until it at last had them in sight. Following for some distance, able to move freely with so few eyes around, the Operator had patiently waited for the coughing to begin. Waited patiently for defenses to crumble so that it could step in and resume what had been started.

It reaches to influence, plant the slivers of itself within the wet folds of Tim’s brain only to find its reach lacking. The intent was there, yes, but it was barred from entry. Locked into this iteration. Blind, mute, deaf, and dumb.

The Operator sways in the warm breeze coasted across treetops, soft rustle of intersecting tree branches hiding a low grumbling from the cavity of its chest. Hesitation was a new sensation interspersed with repeated attempts reach that crumble before they can even reach another layer. All without ever moving an inch, so stationary it could easily be mistaken for a charred birch.

An alternative rises to the forefront.

It need not wait.

It need not hide.

It need act.

In a mass of tangled dark limbs, the Operator surges forward. It is not a graceful approach, the crackle of limbs grasping and tugging branches to pull its iteration forward deafening in the silence. Its feet drag one moment then push off pavement and wall alike as it breaches the treeline with a clatter of hard soled shoes hitting asphalt.

There’s only the sound of rushing air as it swings down a limb to brush Jay (insignificant, expendable) aside while the other reaches down, seizes a prone Tim with a grip that defies the slender proportions of it frame. Legs cracking into straight lines it rises to its full height and draws Tim up with it. The Operator brings his small, fragile form close, closer still toward its own face to examine the reaction to its presence.

It has no idea how to proceed. Its form stills to think, wholly indifferent to any shouts or curses emanating from below or within its grip. If it truly were to maim (to kill) its only viable vector now, it might never reunite with the Whole.

Another tactic would more prudent, it decides. The Operator’s grip slackens without warning. With an impartial tilt of the head it watches Tim plummet.

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He barely has time to turn around to see what Tim’s clearly looking at over his shoulder before the thing is bearing down on them, an uncanny, inhuman tangle of limbs and sound. Just seeing it turns his blood to ice; sparks back to life a thousand horrible memories that he’d hoped could be forgotten. Everything in him screams to run, but he can’t. He’s rooted in place, and when the Operator starts swinging, he’s ultimately swept aside by the incoming limb like he’s nothing at all.

As powerless as he was to stop that, he’s just as helpless to stop what comes next. He lays on the ground a moment, stunned from being knocked away, and finds returning to his feet a struggle. There’s nothing but a sick, icy horror in him as he watches Tim being lifted up by the Operator, aware that he needs to do something to stop this, but having no idea what. This is the thing that’s tormented them for years now, and once again, he’s unable to do anything to stop it from coming back into their lives and tearing it all apart.

When Tim hits the ground, he finds himself screaming his name almost reflexively. He doesn’t know if that high of a fall is fatal, but he hopes not. God, he hopes it isn’t. In an instant, though, so much fear turns to a roiling mix of panic and anger. He’s stood by and let this thing do what it wanted to with them for too long; watched too many times as Tim put himself between him the beast at his own expense. Jay’s not leaving him here this time, and he’s not going to stand by and continue to let the Operator do as it pleases.

Breaking into a sprint, Jay rushes to close the gap the Operator had created between them and throws the full force of his body at it in an attempt to tackle it. How well it works or even what will happen to him as a consequence are all irrelevant. If he can at least provide a distraction- or better yet scare the thing off again -that will be enough.

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Tim could barely comprehend what the name of the creature that had been following him since he was a child was - every single time he sees it, the most it would do is stand there. Make it’s way towards him, but never touch him. Almost as if it would respect his boundaries - but it was a monster, was it not? He was sure that it didn’t understand that. 

But he sees the limbs rushing towards him, and he’s too frozen in place to try and get up and run away. His coughing fit doesn’t come to it’s end, only seemingly getting worse as he feels its limbs wrap around his figure and pull him up, close to it’s face - as if observing him. It’s only when Tim realizes-- his feet aren’t touching the floor, and he’s being lifted higher than he wanted to be, does Tim finally react.

A shout leaves Tim’s lips, as he finally gains composure and control over his body again. Adrenaline rushing through his veins, Tim attempts to kick himself away from the Operator in an attempt to make it let go of him, and he does not want to be anywhere close to the virus that had infected him as a child. “Let go of me!” He screams at it, using as much of his strength as he possibly can to kick himself away from it’s grip. 

But it does the one thing Tim didn’t expect it to do, even with his struggling. It lets go of him, Tim slipping from its grasp - and he lands to the ground below him with his legs in a position they shouldn’t have been in. The Operator is a much taller figure than he expected it to be-- up so close to him makes him realize that. Or, perhaps it’s the nearly deafening sound of a crack coming from both his legs as he hits the ground that lets Tim know he’s been lifted higher than he wanted to be, and he lets out a pained yell. Barely having any time to process what was going on around of him until he notices Jay stand from where he was just a little while ago and run straight towards the virus itself.

“JAY!” Tim shouts, a clear, pained tone in his voice. He wants to scream at him to stop running towards him, you fucking idiot - but it’s too late. Trying to force himself to stand only sends waves of pain up both his legs, and a low, pained whimper leaves the man’s throat.

He felt useless. 

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He must have fallen asleep out in the open without realizing it. This happens far more often than he’d like to admit, though, more often than not he had no idea it had happened. He must’ve just taken a seat somewhere and laid his head down, and didn’t realize how tired he was until he had drifted off to sleep. 

He barely remembers what he was dreaming of - but as he feels the other’s hand on his shoulder and shake him awake, Tim takes a moment in an attempt to catch his breath. His chest heaving up and down, he looks to his surroundings, unable to bring himself to say anything. 

“Are you okay?” 

He would hear the stranger ask, and after so long of trying to gain his composure, Tim looks up towards Rei. His lips part as if he wants to say something, but he doesn’t.

Instead, Tim nods, shoving the boy’s hand off his shoulder as he forces himself to stand from where he sits. He can feel his heart pounding hard against his chest, but he doesn’t say another word as he stumbles away from Rei. Perhaps it was better for him if he didn’t remember his dream, he didn’t want to be of an inconvenience to someone he didn’t even know. 

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“…Pardon me.”

Maybe it’s not his business, but there’s something about the way this man looks oddly perturbed that catches his attention and prompts him to speak. 

“Is something the matter? You look awfully unsettled.”

Turning his attention towards the stranger, Tim shakes his head at the other’s concern. He crosses his arms over his stomach, turning his attention down to the floor. Even if he could say that things were fine - it was clear something was bothering him.  

Only time would tell if Tim would ever come clean about what he’s feeling, but chances are, it’s not going to happen. 

“I’m fine, thank you.” He says, his voice almost mumbled. “Don’t mind me, I’m just a stranger to you, aren’t I?” 

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Jay stops mid-stride, the abrupt sound of coughing taking him by surprise. It shouldn’t be as alarming as it is, given how often he’s heard that sound before, but they’d been doing alright the last couple of days. There hadn’t even been any sign of that thing around to provoke it. Everything was fine. So this shouldn’t be happening, right? Jay tries to push past the rapidly increasing sense of dread he feels and focuses instead on Tim, tentatively placing a steadying hand on his back.

“Hey, you alright?” An obvious question with an obvious answer, but he has to ask anyway. As he does, he can’t help but scan their surroundings. The gaps between the trees; the shady alleys between the buildings. He’s felt this whole time like they were being watched, but it’s a stronger feeling than ever now, and Jay can’t sort out what’s just his paranoia and what might be an actual potential threat. He’s not taking any chances, though. Not this time.

“Maybe we should get out of here. Like, now.”

When the first few coughs had come, Tim hadn’t thought too much of it. Walking along with Jay, he had lit up a cigarette - something he would tend to do more often than not. He had only assumed that he had taken in a drag far more than he could handle in the moment, even if it didn’t feel as though the smoke was caught in his throat. 

But his steps start to slow down, until eventually Tim just can’t bring himself to move on any further. The cigarette from his hand drops to the floor, and Tim brings both hands up to his lips as he coughs into them, taking in deep breaths every chance he can get as if that will stop something. He hears Jay speaking to him - asking if he’s okay and that they need to get out of there, and he wants to say something - but with his coughing getting progressively louder and almost to the point he can barely even breathe, he can’t say anything. 

“Jay--” His voice comes out hoarse through his coughs, and he glances up towards him. But his eyes widen, and it’s clear that even though he had looked up towards him, he’s looking past him. His eyes wide in clear fear, Tim nearly feels his heart stop in place as he stumbles back onto the floor. 

His eyes continue to stare past Jay, and he can’t bring himself to say anything as he stares at the faceless creature he had thought he managed to get away from. 

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