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Icky Licky found dead in a ditch, more at 11.

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… Right. He shouldn’t say that. Allister must’ve been getting to him now… Icky liked Allister, but Allister could be pessimistic sometimes. Made clinging onto what little hope Icky had hard… “Oh… A-Alright. I-I… didn’t know you were ok with t-that…” He still won’t touch them without giving Simon some fair warning. Or at all… didn’t feel right to him. They were still strangers… maybe acquaintances now, at best. But… maybe he can open up. Open up about his friends. This Simon did so—so Icky should too… right? He should—Did he hear that right???

“… P-P-P… Poe…?!” Icky… Icky can’t stop himself from panicking. Even if it’s a different Poe… he still can’t get out of his head… The one that hurt Allister and Touille. He’ll never be able to… to feel safe with that one around—lurking. Knowing they’re possibly anywhere. Even if Allister and Touille said they were in the prison and didn’t seem intent on leaving… they could leave anytime. Anytime they wanted. And hunt them down. Hurt them… it made Icky shiver.

“S-S-Sorry, just… Made m-me think of… the o-other Poe. I-I’m sure me and your Poe could put on some performances if I get more chances to meet up with you and the others.” He doesn’t want to dwell on the Poe he’s vaguely aware of. Not at all. Though hearing the others… his eyes brighten a bit. And mentioning Touille? “Oh the Touille I know is… actually quite friendly to anyone he trusts or knows is on Safe Haven’s side! He always comes to my performances and… offers an ear to my troubles sometimes. And he knows how to dance a little! I just… I just wish he didn’t lose his left arm. He’s… not been as bright since. Occasionally he gets… a bit moody...” And that was the best way Icky could understate it. He still remembered when he returned in after freshly losing his arm… Touille wasn’t conscious, and Allister… Allister wasn’t any better—not having his right eye… The two were so short fused for a while—and even with the time that’s passed since then, they hadn’t really recovered, both still get hot headed any time Poe is mentioned…

“The Baba I know… currently is doing some scout work for Safe Haven. I’m… unaware of the full extent though. Hopefully she’s just scouting out as much of the factory as she can and figuring out certain toys roaming pattern to make scavenging easier…” He did worry about her. She was… fairly nice. Could be a bit harsh, but she made an effort to keep it down. “And the Rabie I know is new to Safe Haven! She said she needed to hide from the Prototype as it was hunting her… She… may have betrayed the Prototype, but I’m… not sure. She seems nice, though. Maybe a bit too… close, for my taste…” Icky is certain he’d tell her to keep away from his personal space a couple times. Though, that was just her way of showing concern, she told him… So he just wrote it off. “And Maggie’s… She’s an odd case to me… She’s harsh and doesn’t hide it. But she’s… sweet, in a way, too. She sometimes gives me some food… says she’s not hungry enough for it but she has to be. It… makes me wonder if it’s her way of showing care for someone.” Icky liked Maggie. Even if she didn’t openly show her care for everyone, he knew she did, deep down. Made him… happy. Though… that left Simon (he didn’t want to think about Allister right now. He wasn’t sure… how to describe him, if he was being honest), and now that the words have processed…

“Your Allister’s gone feral?” He immediately thought of the Simon he knew. He was feral—100% feral. He had yet to hear a word come from him (hence his shock at this Simon being able to SPEAK at all), but knowing there was another almost like Simon? “The Simon I know is similar. I… don’t think he even knows how to speak. But I know how to handle him… I just wonder if the same methods will work…” Slow movements, reassuring he won’t approach unless Allister is comfortable, and just… existing close by. That’s how he befriended Simon—how he could vouch for his Simon in Safe Haven. Hopefully they can find success with this Allister too…

Simon would round on Icky and for a moment he saw some of his friends in his place. Early on things were rough and he had snapped at them. This time he'd take a deep breath before gently letting it out.

"Don't talk like that. There's no reason that those of us down here shouldn't get out. Even if it's only us bigger bodies. But we will get out of here."

Than he turned back around and began to walk. He had gotten better at giving others a pep talk. Calming them. But Rabie was better at it. She always seemed to know exactly what someone needed to hear before she spoke. She was the only reason they hadn't fallen apart already.

"Eh. Just a lot of surgeries to make my wings work right. When we get back to base you can touch them if you want. Doesn't bother me any."

It was something that he had learned to actually enjoy a bit. Rabie did it a lot when he was stressed. God, he couldn't wait to get back and let her do that.

"Well, our Icky and Rabie act as scouts. They go out, make notes, and come back to inform me, Baba, and Maggie about things. The three of us are the muscle. Toullie keeps everything running. He knows how to put things together, and keep the lights running. Every once in awhile Poe will host a play or poetry reading. Helps take our minds off stuff. Allister...he...hasn't been the same since The Hour of Joy...Almost like he's gone feral..."

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“In my Eternal Sugar Cookie Era right now.” Touille no-

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Icky listened once more, silently nodding along. … This Simon … He doesn’t think it’ll be a mistake to trust him. He’s trying to protect himself and his friends—and in a time like this… he can understand having to go with… the side that’s the worse. If only he could bring this Simon and his friends back to Safe Haven… hopefully whatever Poppy’s plan was on dealing with the Doctor and the Prototype would free them. (He was sure she had a plan—no way she couldn’t… right?)

“I understand. I… I just wish we could all get out. But that’s n-not going to happen… I know it won’t. Some of us w-will die… and…” Icky didn’t like saying this next part… but it’s the honest truth. “O-Out of my f-friends… I h-hope it’s only mine w-who's l-life is... gone. I… I don’t h-help Safe Haven except for putting on p-performances. A-And… I don’t t-think the minis t-there like t-them. Not a-anymore…” They still came… but he could notice that some days, they just didn’t even bother giving him the time of day. The only one who did then was Touille, but when Touille was out scavenging… “… It hurts but I’ll be f-fine. I-I’ve always been fine.”

“I’ll stay as close as I can, without um… t-touching your s-scars. I can guess… t-they’re… n-not a pleasant… t-topic…” Like how his tick with his neck wasn’t a pleasant conversation either, especially since he didn’t want his neck being held in that way... Never again.

“S-So… Uh… Y-Your… friends… W-What are they like?” Icky can’t help but be curious, and didn’t want to let his mind wander too much. Plus, could help with knowing what to and not to say.

Hearing that made Simon perk up. To have trust placed in him by outside toys. It was a really nice thing. He also knew who said that about The Prototype's allies and he couldn't say that was entirely wrong.

"That's...normally the case. We don't even go up to Playcare because of CatNap. And like I said, we were basically stuck between death or survival. Usually, we're used to try and wrangle some of the feral minis. Though...once in awhile we have to stop supplies from either getting out of or to Safe Haven..."

Simon's grip on the hammer tightened. It made him mad. There shouldn't even be an us versus them. They were all toys. All tormented by the same people. Yet the damn Prototype wants to use him and his friends like puppets.

And he hated every moment of it. Especially when he had to attack supply runs. The first few times The Prototype made it sound like someone on the outside was trying to get bodies. Than The Doctor revealed the truth. It basically made it so that they were stuck.

"If i was sure we'd be welcome and safe in Safe Haven, then I'd go there with my friends. But The Prototype doesn't tolerate traitors, we've done damage to Safe Haven, and we would just put everyone there in more danger."

Simon let out a sigh before he just abruptly turned. It sucked. Everything down here sucked. But if he could get an in with Safe Haven than he'd use it to warn them when he could.

Though turning his back would reveal scars across his back. The worst part would be that they'd be too precise to be battle scars.

"Alright. Stick close. Got no idea if any minis would have been sent after you or not." He'd make sure this Icky got back safe. Give him a map to Safe Haven that had blindspots. It would reveal information neither The Doctor nor Prototype would want revealed. But Simon just didn't care.

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“Thank you… You’re—” Icky quickly went silent and listened. And listen he did—and now? What an absolute bombshell of information—he can’t help but bring his left hand to his mouth in just… sheer shock. Another human alive? This Simon and his friends fled to the caves? And they were…

“You’re… allied with the Prototype and the Doctor…” He grabs both of his arms, and tries to shrink himself … He shouldn’t have placed his trust in this Simon. He really shouldn’t of. He should’ve known even the Prototype’s roots extended this far. But… But thinking on it… why doesn’t it—it doesn’t make sense? From what he knew, all those following the Prototype were monsters—those who will kill without mercy. And yet… Yet… This Simon wasn’t…

“… Breathe Icky …” He rubs his neck. Thankfully, he can still breathe, despite how suffocating that realization is. He risked getting himself killed or reported of being here, then killed… by talking with one of the Prototype’s allies. But… this Simon… He didn’t… He didn’t seem bad. But he is—because he’s allied with the Prototype! Poppy did tell them that allies of the Prototype were dangerous—they’d kill anyone allied with her on sight! And there were so many fallen toys too that helped support that… Yet… yet this Simon could’ve killed Icky. Killed Icky without hesitating but didn’t. Maybe… Maybe there’s good in him—no, there can’t be!

…Can it…?

…

…

…

He...

He’s so conflicted. He doesn’t want believe this Simon is a bad guy. But… he should be, right…? Yet he… he’s nice and offered to take him out of here. Back out of the caves. Would the Prototype’s allies really… even do that? He… He shakes his head. No, he’ll… he’ll put his trust in this Simon. It’s selfish—absolutely it is. But… but he isn’t like the others that are sided with the Prototype… May be betraying Safe—no, Poppy by wanting to trust this Simon—an enemy whose sided with the Prototype—but… Icky doesn’t care. Plus… He rather know… just what he doesn’t. What he never did know. It was a risk, but… Icky was ok with it.

… Simon’s eyes did look nice, now that he looked at them …

“… But I honestly don’t mind.” Icky’s eyes just shine that little bit brighter, as he opens his body up a bit more. “Y-You haven’t attacked me. You could’ve k-killed me already. Yet you didn’t, not when you l-learned I… wasn’t your f-friend.” Icky’s closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. “… I was a-always told that those allied with the P-P-Prototype would not hesitate to kill me or my f-friends. Yet you’ve already disproved that. So… I-I want to give you a chance. Place my trust in you…” Icky opens them back up. “So… c-can we go meet your friends? T-They’re probably worried about you by now…” One of his arms—he drops to the side. No longer trying to shrink himself—to look smaller than he is. He’s going… going to keep his trust in this Simon. Until it’s warranted to be revoked.

Silently, Icky prays this isn’t the wrong choice…

Simon gave a nod. "Alright." He than took a deep breath. A sharp inhale like he had a lot to think about, or a decision that he was thinking about.

There was a lot to consider now. Simon and his friends worked for the two biggest piles of scrap in this entire system, but it wasn't like they had much of a choice. The exit was constantly cut off and they had ran out of supplies except water. Than there was the fact that Rich Lovitz was alive. To keep the only decent human alive, and himself and his friends, him and Rabie had made the deal. He wanted to keep that a secret. He really did. But if either of those two came knocking than it would be a lot worse.

Finally he sighed and his body language changed. His left hand would grip his right arm and he looked down. What he was about to say was uncomfortable. Hell, he still hated himself for having to work for those two. It's why he didn't think of himself as a good person.

"As long as you whatever you say doesn't put us in danger whatever you say is fine. Hell, you can lie to us if you want. You don't owe us anything. But..." The more he talked the more ashamed he felt. He never had to explain it to anyone before.

"There's...a human still alive in the factory, and...he was the only decent guy I met in this whole damn place. Which is funny because he didn't know what was really happening until the day everyone learned. Of course Safe Haven hadn't been established yet, and we didn't know what was happening. So we fled into the caves here thinking that, eventually, someone would come looking for us. But...they never did. And food...didn't last long for us. When we tried to go out we were stopped and..."

His voice was strained as he tried to force out the words. He was dancing around the topic. He was just rambling to have to avoid saying it. To avoid telling this Icky what they had to do in order to survive.

"In order to survive we struck a deal with The Prototype and The Doctor. Rich would be left unharmed, and we would be allowed to live. We just...have to follow orders that get sent to us..."

Simon would take one last deep breath and look this Icky in the eyes. "I...just thought you should know now. If...If you want to just be led back out, without talking to me at all, I understand. I'll even leave this back at home so you don't have to worry about me attacking you with it. Hell, I'll hand you some rope so you can tie my arms behind my back it it'd make you feel safer. Just thought...you should know now instead of finding out in case one of them made contact with us."

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The warhammer being pulled out made Icky tense up. He didn’t… did he scare this Simon??? And he’s defenseless—he’d be easily killed… His stamina may be able to save him but… he’ll eventually get tired and—

Wait. He’s… offering to take him to his… friends? That’s… nice of him to… to offer. “U-Uh… O-One… moment please. I… I need to think about this.” Icky takes a step back and begins to think.

On one hand, he could accept going to meet this Simon’s friends. Only thing is… they’re strangers to him. If they’re as different as the ones he knows… That might be overwhelming. But… would help with having him learn more about Playtime Co.—and he doesn’t think this Simon is a bad guy either. He didn’t immediately attack, after all. Maybe… he could place trust in him? Even if a small amount of it.

On the other, Icky knew everyone in Safe Haven may start to worry if he didn’t return soon. He never left Safe Haven for long if he did—usually just needing the brief time away to reorganize himself. And he was always cautious—overly cautious. But…

This is so confusing… He should go back to Safe Haven, but wants to get to know this Simon and his friends! Just knowing there’s another Simon is a big enough bombshell of information for Icky! Why can’t he just do both…? Get to know this Simon, but then go back to Safe Haven!

Urgh… He hates this. Hates having to make a choice like this. But this Simon likely wants an answer. He can’t spend too long thinking. Or this Simon may attack him… can’t risk letting him think Icky’s planning an attack.

… He hates his mind for thinking of this. But…

…

…

He wants to get away from Safe Haven. Even if for a small while… He doesn’t want to go back immediately. He… needs time to himself. Time to think without… worry about how good his own performances are going to be.

… Sorry Touille and Simon. He’ll be back, just a bit later… Icky promises.

“I… I’ll go with you back to your friends. I… Think you’re nice and… I want to get away from…” Should he say Safe Haven? … May be better to build trust if he’s honest, but… he doesn’t want to cause this Simon to distrust him either. He may be with the Prototype, for all Icky knows. “… my own friend’s hiding spot for a while. It gets suffocating being the entertainer… But… I-I just ask if you… you can do two things…” A deep breath. “Y-Your friends… P-Please don’t let them get really close. I-I’m sure they’re nice toys but—just having strangers really close to me… I-Is scary.” Hopefully that’s a fair enough request. “… And if my a-answer to any questions isn’t as… good as you want it to be… d-don’t get mad, please! I-I… can only try my best. If they all aren’t good… then lead me back out and I’ll forget we even crossed paths with each other…” That should hopefully be another understandable request.

Hopefully Simon will accept such requests.

Hearing that made Simon pause. His mind began to race as he backed away and pulled the makeshift warhammer off his back. His senses now trained on the environment and this Icky.

His Icky occasionally went on supply runs. Had to fight sometimes because of The Doctor and The Prototype. Was he being paranoid? Sure. But sometimes paranoia is what kept him alive. Same with gut instinct. And that guy instinct was telling him that this Icky wasn't a threat. But if they had met in the factory, specifically somewhere in the prison, than there'd be nothing choice. But here in the caves where no one could see? There were options.

"Alright. I can bring you back to where me and my friends are set up. You can get some water and rest. But there's a lot of questions that we'll need answered. Barring that I can lead you out. But you gotta answer anything I ask. Choice is up to you."

Simon kept his voice calm despite wanting to scream and yell. But doing that could make things worse. And Rabie had helped him get his outbursts under control. Though one more thing like this and he'd likely snap.

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… Well, Icky would be lying if he said this wasn’t… a surprise. That was Simon—he could recognize Simon in a heartbeat. But… Why was Simon down here, in these caves? Why was he so tall? Why did he have a hammer? And…

He was talking????? The Simon he knew—Icky knew, was feral. He never heard Simon utter a word and yet—Simon was here! And talking! What… What was going on???

“I-I didn’t! I w-was just—No, that doesn’t matter—You can talk Simon??? In full sentences????” No, this couldn’t be Simon—could it? Maybe it was? Maybe it isn’t—? Gargh—this is too confusing to Icky! “And I-I don’t have a weapon—I-I don’t like fighting! I-I always try to avoid it—y-you should know that, S-Simon!” … Unless this wasn’t the Simon Icky knew. But… it can’t be, can it? There was only one BBI Simon, right? There had to be!

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“They’re… a very unique looking pair of Lightners.” They unnerved Ralsei a bit, he can’t lie. “Though damn it Rouxls, I told you to leave introducing Lightners to our world to me!” Maybe if you listen in the distance you can hear Susie going ‘YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO’

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| Deltarune brainrot is going strong.

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| Patch Notes - OOPS! All Verses Edition

| Quick Patch notes because nothing really changed. Major and minor solidified into one.

| - Added verses for: Icky, Dandy’s World Muses, and Eternal Sugar Cookie. Icky is the Blocktales verse, the Dandy’s muses have twisted verses now, and Eternal Sugar Cookie has a PPT verse like the other Beasts do.

| - Vee removed from the muses list. Didn’t have the muse for her sooooo…

| - Gave Pebble 50% more cuteness. Cold hearted characters beware.

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| Happy Pride Month everyone~!

| Be proud of who you are, and remember: Trans rights are human rights.

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Do not teach those ants the fear of god please

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“Deserved Shelly sweep.” The dragon toon says confidently.

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“Can confirm: the Ants are NOT ok!” Shadow Milk Cookie cheerfully says.

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Hey so me and my buddy Echo (shadows0fchaos) have made our own li'l Mascot Horror server (with Tupperbox rp chatrooms), come check it out hehe

We've currently got categories for FN.AF, Pop.py Playtime, Dan.dy's world, and more-- but we're always taking suggestions for more to add!

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Pebble himself peeked over the counter, making sure he didn’t make eye contact. His new friend may not seem like a familiar toon to this twisted, but Pebble would—Pebble’s had to distract this particular twisted a fair amount because he made trying to get machines done much more painful. Looey—a pain due to his higher point of view and thus attention span. But… there’s another twisted here—Pebble knows there is. Just where are they right now?

“Arf.” A warning to keep an eye out—for there’s another twisted roaming. “Bork!” A simple ‘follow me’ and a warning to keep vigilant watch out—because the twisted that they know is here has better vision than others. From the counter… There should be a machine close by—hopefully one nearby the broken elevator, and the two closest to the elevator. Always leave those for last.

So from there that left… at least 3 other machines unaccounted for. If Pebble was guessing, then… there was probably one or two in the rooms closest to the elevator and one around the fridge on this floor. With that in mind, Pebble started walking towards the room with the fridge—looking up over it’s counter just to be sure it wasn’t there. (That was a really nasty spot to get stuck in with a Twisted).

Unfortunately that is where the machine is—but thankfully no twisted. “Arf Arf!” Pebble quietly barks at Shadow. Only way to get off the floor is to fill the machines—and to do that, turn the valve. “Bork.” An offer to keep guard while he does the machine to understand how it works. How nice of Pebble—though also sounds like Pebble has experience with this…

While the shake of a head to say "no" didn't surprise him - he'd raised more than enough Chao to come to understand that in-between level of intelligence - the fact that he could somehow actually understand the strange creature's barks did, and he felt his brow furrow slightly.

Not through body language or gestures, but as if the idea it was trying to convey was being directly translated for him.

"...I see."

If these things were "Twisteds", then it was likely a good thing he'd stayed out of sight... The title didn't exactly sound friendly. With a hand still on Pebble's back, he turned his head to peer over the counter again, ears swiveling about to catch the sound of footsteps. Something was approaching.

...That something, as it turned out, appeared to have a balloon for a head as it turned the corner. It made eye contact with him over the counter, but otherwise seemed content to keep walking around. He'd... have to ask more questions later. A lot more questions.

"I've never been here before," Shadow told the rock, giving it a glance before turning his head to look the other way. "can you show me where to go?"