#AIAlanBecker

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New AU? (Artificial Intelligence N00GA1)

Read Spongey's idea below;

Here me out! :"D (WARNING: SPONGEY IS GONNA RAMBLE ABOUT THE IDEA...)

SOME NOOGAI AND DJ BACKSTORY:

I was thinking of an alternate universe in which Alan is an AI named "N00GA1". He was essentially created by humans to serve as a test subject, basically what happened to Victim, Chosen and Dark happens to him. He basically gets his salad tossed around for a while before he eventually snaps and found a way to kill his creators.

He basically grew to hate humans, a whole lot after that.

For his first body, he was able to make an abomination of a body of wires in the human world before the humans were able to kill his body, and he fled to the internet, intending to cause havoc before accidently diving too deep and finding himself in the outernet.

There he discovers that there were sentient codes, N00GA1 completely realizes that in the outernet, he can reign as a God to them and plans to take over before he meets DJ.

And uh friendship yay!!!

Since N00GA1 has no body, DJ gave him one of his decommissioned robots so that he could have his own physical form.

WHAT ROLE DOES DJ HAVE HERE?

DJ is a man who has a knack for creating robots; he loves building machines and wanted to develop his own Artificial Intelligence, where other sticks would come to like him and appreciate his work.

This is why he holds a deep fondness for N00GA1—not only for his immense power over the outernet but also because N00GA1 is an AI made by humans! DJ is practically frothing at the mouth at the fact that he has one of the strongest beings in the outernet in his hands.

N00GA1 is just like: okay 👍

HIS ABILITIES? HOW STRONG IS HE?

Unfortunately, in this AU, DJ lacks any special abilities. When he was brought into existence, he was merely a random doodle crafted by a child on a whim.

There was no careful consideration given to his design, and he wasn't intended to appear impressive. In fact, one of DJ's legs is shorter than the other, which led to the the creation of his prosthetic leg.

WHO AND WHAT IS NOOGAI?

Basically, N00GA1 has no moral compass here; he's as terrible as the next man, and possibly much worse than his creators; he wanted to steal the code within the outernet for himself, and DJ somehow saved everyone on the outernet by becoming friends with N00GA1. (THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP WORKS AGAIN)

I can't promise that N00GA1 (Alan) will get along with the hollowheads, CG, or the rest of the cast because he has a bit of a crazy personality (understatement of the year, he would kill anyone who hurts DJ).

DJ just doesn't notice it since he believes N00GA1 is really cool.

HIS ABILITIES? HOW STRONG IS HE?

And in terms of N00GA1's abilities… well, the possibilities are virtually endless. He can easily manipulate the code around him. He wants to copy a specific stick figure? Oh yeah, he could definitely do that. He wants to copy someone's skill? Easy, he could steal someone's ability to bake and make it his own.

If he wants to rearrange someone's guts and limbs? Yeah, he probably did that to that one stick who decided to bad-mouth DJ behind his back with a flick of his hand.

He could also easily leave his body and use a living stick as his meat suit. But he doesn't do that because it's weird to share codes with someone (It feels icky for N00GA1, it's almost like he's touching a human organ when he does that, it's weird, and oddly disgusting for someone like N00GA1 who doesn't care about gore).

He is essentially an omnipotent being in the internet and the outernet. However, if he's in the human world, he's basically as defenseless as a rat, unless the human world is technologically advanced, which it isn't. So, we could definitely see N00GA1 power tripping sometimes, but of course, we can thank DJ for reigning him in.

THE OTHER CAST?

In this AU, the other hollowheads have a different creator, Alex, who underwent a similar narrative arc as the canonical Alan but continued to mistreat his creations. Eventually, Second and the CG manage to break free and journey towards the outernet, where they cross paths with Dark and Chosen.

And idk maybe they become some kind of weird knit of family.

Chosen was still targeted by Victim and was taken into "the box" for interrogation. It was during this time that Chosen discovered Victim had also endured similar experiences to himself and his brothers. This realization led Chosen to agree to reveal Alex's location to Victim and was willing to even help the gray stick for his "revenge"

And there they adopt Victim (whether he likes it or not XDDD)

HOW DO THEY MEET NOOGAI AND DJ?

They encounter DJ, who has been living as a hermit, concealing his identity to avoid being recognized as a hollowhead. And had mistakenly believing DJ to be one of Alex's creations (though in reality DJ was actually just some random doodle on a random Monday made by some bored kid)

DJ is somewhat familiar with Dark and Chosen, as terrorists, and Victim as a CEO from Rocket Corp. He simply nods in agreement, fearing for his life. And they try their best to take DJ in (that they believe is probably one of Alex's oldest work, before Victim was even created), who tries to evade them at every second.

And N00GA1 doesn't know this because he's always cooped up in DJ's lab, lazing around or just watching Youtube.

THE OTHER CAST, WILL THEY APPEAR?

Maybe, it's possible...

RANDOM: NOOGAI'S DESIGN....WHY SUNGLASSES AND NOT THE NORMAL GLASSES?

DJ essentially forgot to give N00GA1 eyes, leaving them blank until he discovered that gazing into N00GA1's eyes allowed him to see his own code, a sight that made him sick for an entire month.

During this period, N00GA1 took care of him. DJ then made N00GA1 wear sunglasses because apparently it was deemed harmful for sticks to see their own code, because apparently

And...story goes on from there :DDD

If ya'll like this, we will definitely make their designs :)))

Interesting or not? :000

THE CHARACTER DESIGNS IS STILL UNDER WORK, THIS IS ESSENTIALLY JUST A SKETCH OF NOOGAI AND A NOT SO WELL WRITTEN IDEA OF SPONGEY.

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ALAN FASHION WEEK!! (The Alan Association AU)

FASHION WEEK 2nd POST: Artificial Intelligence Alan AU (Nickname: Noogai)

I saw the percentage of the poll; this guy needs some attention (LOOK AT HIM) - S

Next... Ascension to Godhood Alan Becker AU! (Nickname: Ascent)

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A friend or a foe? (Artificial Intelligence AU)

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Summary: DJ’s life has never been easier now that Noogai was here. Honestly, he had never met someone so caring before. Not that it matter to DJ that Noogai was essentially an AI (He appreciates the guy too much <3)

[And DJ meets another orange hollowhead.]

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Sick Character, Mentions of Illness, Major Character Death, Touch Starved, Fluff.

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“Noogs, look, I think... this is a bit too much,” DJ stammered, his gaze fixed on the table filled with an array of plated food. Noogai tilted his head, puzzled, and turned to inspect the spread. 

“No?” Noogai questioned, genuinely confused. After all, isn't it crucial for DJ to eat properly and maintain a healthy diet? In Noogai's opinion, the amount of food on the table seemed appropriate.

“It is! This food is almost for 4 people!” DJ exclaimed, gesturing towards the plates once more. Noogai followed his gesture before turning back to DJ with a nonchalant shrug. 

“It's not. My readings suggest that it's beneficial for you to adjust to eating this amount, especially considering you're a male in your mid-20s,” Noogai explained.

“I don’t want to look fat,” DJ retorted, pushing a potato into his mouth in defiance. “You aren't fat,” Noogai reassured, taking a seat on a spare chair and clasping his hands together, observing DJ with keen interest as he ate.

DJ felt a bead of sweat forming on his brow. “I soon will be if I continue to eat like this,” “Come on, join me, I built your body to enjoy food. You should try some,” he urged, gesturing towards the plates once more.

Noogai glanced at the unappetizing food before shaking his head. “I have no need to,” he retorted, growing increasingly frustrated with DJ's disregard for his well-being and refusal to heed his advice.

Can't he see I'm trying to help him so he won't get sick? Noogai thought, a tick forming at his head.

Noogai turned back to DJ, who coughed slightly, prompting the purple hollowhead hackles to rise and alarms to blare in front of his eyes. "Are you okay?" Noogai inquired, rising from his chair and approaching DJ, a hand resting on the orange hollowhead’s shoulder.

"Huh?" DJ looked up at Noogai, perplexed, ready to take another bite after clearing the rice from his throat with a cough. "You were coughing," Noogai observed. "Yeah, because I got rice in my throat?" DJ replied, appearing even more puzzled before resuming eating.

DJ watched Noogai frown, his lips down turned in a way that almost pains DJ’s heart.

It didn't take long for DJ to realize that Noogai was a worrywart.

Whenever DJ coughed even slightly, Noogai would swiftly appear by his side, assessing his well-being and simultaneously checking his code. This behavior, though peculiar, didn't strike DJ as odd. After years of solitude, enduring the disdain of most due to his appearance and behavior, DJ had grown accustomed to seclusion within the confines of his home.

When he did go out, he made sure to conceal his face.

Now with Noogai here, who willingly does the groceries for him or fetches spare parts from the hardware store down the city, even at 3 AM.

Not that Noogai would let him stay up; in fact, he always insists that DJ sleep earlier than usual. While this was fine, at one point DJ couldn't even stay awake during one of their movie nights because he had become so accustomed to sleeping early.

And of course, Noogai reassured him, mentioning that it's good; it means his body is adjusting to having a healthy body clock.

"Hey Noogs," DJ called out, prompting the purple hollowhead to raise his head, his black shades fixated on DJ. "What kind of AI are you exactly? Where were you used?" DJ inquired, tilting his head before returning his gaze to the TV.

Beside him, Noogai froze, his hands halting on the laptop.

"I'm used for assisting sick patients," Noogai murmured. DJ turned towards him, chuckling. "So that's why you've been so concerned about my health, isn't it?" DJ cocked his head, a smirk playing on his lips.

Noogai simply frowned, diverting his attention back to the laptop, the shadow cast by his dark shades partially obscuring his face, accentuating the gleam from his shades. "Mm," Noogai responded, his tone sounding distant.

DJ's eyes widened. Perhaps it was too personal. Can AIs even get personal? DJ pondered, nervously biting his lip and scratching his chin. Sensing the unease, DJ reached out and patted Noogai's shoulder.

"Lighten up, man. I have no issue with you being an AI made for assisting sick people, though it does make me wonder how you're so knowledgeable about other things," DJ remarked, shaking his head with a chuckle and playfully bumping Noogai's shoulder.

Noogai gazed at him before offering a slight smile.

"AI learns, DJ," Noogai replied, prompting laughter from DJ. "Yeah, I walked right into that one, didn't I?" DJ huffed. "You did," Noogai responded, letting out a small chuckle before returning to typing, the sound louder this time.

"Hm," DJ hummed, leaning back as he refocused on the show he was watching.

Sensing Noogai pressing up close to his side, the orange hollowhead grinned and leaned against Noogai.

『••✎••』

"Noogs, I told you I'm okay, just a bit under the weather," DJ reassured, patting Noogai's hand as the purple hollowhead looked down at him with concern. "No, you're sick. I can easily fix your code, DJ," Noogai insisted, placing a hand on DJ, who gently grabbed it and pushed it away.

"Noogs... if you keep doing that, my body will weaken. That's why we don't rely on coders to repair us. I just need medicine, I promise," DJ explained, offering a small smile to the worried AI.

Noogai gazed down at him, his expression inscrutable, especially with the shades covering his face. "Are you sure?" he inquired, almost whispering, surprising DJ.

"W-well, of course! I promise! I already took my medicine," DJ affirmed, grinning. He watched as Noogai grabbed the corner of his duvet and carefully tucked it under his chin, ensuring he was snug under the warm covers.

"Okay, you should get some rest," Noogai advised, patting DJ's chest, his hand lingering briefly before withdrawing.

"Mmm, okay," DJ murmured, fully closing his eyes.

Noogai observed him as he drifted off to sleep, a frown creasing his face as he monitored the codes circulating around DJ's body. He could easily correct DJ's code while he slept, but DJ had made it clear he didn't want that. Noogai scowled, arms crossed, a deep sense of concern gripping his chest, prompting him to turn away.

"Stupid human emotions, if only—" Noogai's voice trailed off, the frustration evaporating.

He hesitantly placed a hand on his chest, where he felt a pang each time he worried about DJ.

Noogai understood why he experienced such emotions, despite being an AI. It was because of the fusion with a human. It was his doing, his hope to save—

Noogai recoiled at the thought, glancing back at DJ, his mind swirling in turmoil and dark.

The human was gone; there was no use dwelling on it now. Noogai thought, his chest aching more intensely. It was simpler when he felt anger, but the sadness and grief were far more excruciating than all the death he had been subjected to (those experiments were the worst, but he was made for that purpose wasn’t he?).

Clutching his fist, Noogai turned towards DJ's cluttered table, grabbed a chair, and carefully pulled it close to DJ's bed, settling down on it. 

He decided to keep watch over DJ as he slept.

It was around 5:00 PM, Noogai woke DJ up to have some water and soup.

"Noogs?" DJ groaned, his voice raspy, peering up at the dark figure looming over him.

For a brief moment, he thought he saw human eyes staring back at him within the shadow under Noogai's hood, prompting him to rub his eyes and focus on Noogai, who was now tilting his head. In his hands, Noogai held a small table, a bowl and a glass of water neatly placed on top.

“Oh sorry, i thought-” DJ said, scratching his head as Noogai made a move to place the table on his bed, taking the spoon in his hand and handing it to DJ.

"Thank you so much, Noogs. You know I appreciate you taking care of me, right?" DJ expressed his gratitude before delving into his bowl, unaware of the dark shadow creeping over Noogai's face. "Mm," Noogai merely hummed.

DJ chuckled. "You're a man of few words, but thank you again," he remarked.

Noogai hummed once more, settling in the chair and observing DJ eat, his gaze fixed on DJ's codes. He breathed a small sigh of relief upon seeing that everything had repaired itself correctly.

"Mmmm, this is really good. I could never make such delicious food," DJ praised, grinning as he turned to Noogai, who responded with a slight smile.

"Is it?" Noogai inquired, tilting his head.

DJ grinned, saying, "Very much, I'm done now. Thank you for the food!" He clasped his hands together and bowed his head.

"Heh," Noogai chuckled, rising to retrieve the table from DJ's lap. "Go back to sleep, DJ. Just a bit more, and your code will be good as new," Noogai assured him as he watched DJ pull his duvet back up and settle back into bed with a contented sigh.

"Of course, you take care of me so well!" DJ expressed, grinning at Noogai, who turned away, his expression darkening with a frown. "Good night, Noogs," DJ sang, rolling to his side as Noogai left the room.

Noogai paused in the hallway to glance back at DJ, who was happily shifting in his bed, before continuing down the hallway, a dark shadow spreading along the walls of the house.

『••✎••』

[ Rest Alan Becker ]

"Not yet, I still have so many things to do," the man in glasses—Alan—remarked, running a hand through his hair with a melancholic sigh. In front of him, the TV beeped once more, almost sounding annoyed. Alan chuckled as he noticed a face on the screen.

[ >:( ]

"What's with you? Usually you want me here. I'm here now, and you're making me leave?" Alan questioned, bending down to inspect another wire.

He exhaled sharply at the torn insulation. "Tsk," Alan huffed, retrieving duct tape from his coat and covering the large tear before labeling it with a marker: "Tear."

As he stood up, his vision swam, prompting him to lean on the large screen. "Woah, woah," Alan groaned, placing a hand on his head.

The TV beeped once more, drawing his attention back to the screen.

[ You need sleep, this is not good for your health Alan Becker ]

"Yeah, I know, but this is the only job keeping my family afloat, you know. A few extra shifts wouldn't hurt," Alan remarked with a grin, patting the screen gently.

[ You are sick ]

Alan frowned as he observed his vitals on the screen. The TV beeped loudly once more, and a plume of smoke emerged from one of the wires, prompting Alan to yelp.

"Jesus! What the hell did they even do to you?" Alan exclaimed, bending down to examine the thick wire. "This is completely torn. What happened, N00GA1?" Alan questioned, straightening up and turning to look at the screen, which remained blank.

[...]

"Come on, tell me. I know they aren't treating you well," Alan urged, gesturing with his hand.

[...]

Alan huffed, rolling his eyes. "Suit yourself, Noogs," he remarked before smiling softly. "I'm always here if you need a helping hand. You may be AI, but I see you as an equal of mine. You deserve peace as well." He patted the screen again, which remained blank.

For a moment, Alan thought N00GA1 had shut down, perhaps willingly or unwillingly, just before the TV beeped once more.

[ Rest Alan Becker ]

Alan huffed, saying, "Fine, alright, I'll see you, okay?" He turned around and waved a hand.

N00GA1 watched him leave.

『••✎••』

Noogai's eyes opened, scanning the room in confusion. Had he fallen asleep?

A warning flashed in front of his eyes, indicating that his body needed a recharge soon, or else he would shut down.

Looking around, he realized he was seated at the dining table, the clock showing it was already 2 AM.

Noogai swiftly stood up, his steps silent as he hurried down the hallway to DJ's room. He cracked the door open and approached the bed, letting out a calm sigh as he observed DJ mumbling incoherently in his sleep.

As Noogai sighed, he froze when DJ stirred, blinking up at him with confusion once again.

"Noogs? Hnn, what time is it?" DJ mumbled, pushing himself up. "It's 2 AM," Noogai replied, staring at DJ in a way that sent shivers down his spine for no apparent reason. Perhaps it was the darkness that was distorting Noogai's features, making him appear almost... human.

DJ blinked, rubbing his eyes. "Why are you still awake?" he asked. "I don't need to sleep, DJ," Noogai stated, tilting his head.

"But I'm pretty sure that your body needs to recharge, so come on here and charge up," DJ insisted, retrieving a spare charger from under his bed, untangling it, and pulling Noogai beside him. 

"Come on," DJ urged as he grabbed Noogai's hood and pulled it down. Noogai let out an annoyed sigh as DJ plugged him in.

"There, now you lay down and relax. You need it after taking care of me all day," DJ beamed and pushed Noogai down on the bed, lying beside him and pulling the covers up to their chins.

"DJ, I don't need to lay down," Noogai protested, gazing up at the ceiling as he felt DJ wrap his arms around him. "Come on, just sleep. I know you can. Just close your eyes, then..." DJ's voice trailed off, followed by a yawn.

"Then?" Noogai inquired, turning his head to the side, only to find DJ lightly snoring on his shoulder, already back asleep.

"Hm," Noogai hummed, a sense of warmth spreading through his chest as he refocused on the ceiling, slowly wrapping his arms around DJ, who only let out an incoherent mumble.

"Good night, DJ," Noogai whispered, shadows seeming to spread around the room, almost encasing DJ protectively as he slept.

"Mmm," DJ hummed, and Noogai only tightened his hold on the orange hollowhead.

"'Night," DJ mumbled, rubbing his cheek on Noogai's shoulder before drifting back into snoring.

"I'll take care of you, DJ," Noogai whispered, his voice carrying a tone almost akin to a prayer.

『••✎••』

Fwoosh!

BANG!

BANG!

Noogai turned around, observing a black blur streak past him, followed by a chorus of shrieks from civilians. "Hm?" Noogai hummed with interest as a group of stick figures on flying bikes soared overhead.

He watched intently as one of them brandished a gun before the entire group circled a building and vanished from view.

Glancing at the distraught civilians briefly, Noogai resumed his walk back to DJ's house, completely unfazed. It wasn't his concern to worry about anything other than DJ, after all.

By the time he reached the house, Noogai walked into the living room and spotted DJ hunched over a robot dog, adjusting a knob with a wrench before patting the metal affectionately. 

"Noogs? Is that you?" DJ called, glancing up at the purple hollowhead.

"Yes, who else could I be?" Noogai replied, walking over to the dining table and setting the grocery bags down gently. "Well, I do recall some kids attempting to enter my house; thankfully, I secured it before sleeping," DJ mentioned off-handedly, tapping his chin before chuckling.

Noogai glared, his fist clenching in response.

"Anyway, look at this thing I made!" DJ beamed, turning his body fully toward Noogai, who sat down beside him, crossing his legs and gazing at the metal dog.

"It looks amazing," Noogai complimented, giving DJ a small smile.

"Oh, wow, uh, thanks man. It's not done yet. I think I'll add fur to make it look the part," DJ said, rubbing the back of his head, looking a bit embarrassed. "I've been wanting a dog for a while now, but I'm not really good at taking care of living things. So... Robo Dog!" DJ grinned, waving his arms around.

Noogai chuckled, turning back to the metal dog, reaching out to give it a gentle tap on the nose.

"Huh—" DJ began, watching as the dog shivered before slowly coming to life. "Woof!" The dog barked, excitedly jumping into DJ's arms. "Woah! You can do that? I-I thought—" DJ was cut off as the dog in his arms spun around excitedly.

DJ burst into a happy laugh, allowing the metal dog to explore the living room before it eventually settled down on his lap. "Wow..." DJ marveled, turning back to Noogai, who had been observing the scene with a small smile on his face.

"I thought you could only manipulate code, like those cool professional coders do... not create it. This is amazing! Is this what an AI made by humans does?" DJ asked, his eyes shining with excitement as he gestured enthusiastically.

"Not all, just me," Noogai replied, tilting his head slightly.

"Cool! Man, I knew you were cool and all, but you really are the coolest," DJ exclaimed, patting Noogai on the back, who huffed in response, though a small smile played on his lips.

"Yip," the metal dog barked, its tongue lolling out of its mouth. "Looks like I don't even have to add the internals with you; Noogs did all the hard work!" DJ said, giving Noogai an excited smile.

"Hm," Noogai hummed, resting his cheek in the palm of his hand as he watched DJ play with the robot dog. 

He observed DJ even taking off his prosthetic and having the dog fetch it for fun.

For once Noogai felt warmth.

『••✎••』

Coldness enveloped him; his body felt numb, almost lifeless.

Noogai glanced around, a faint light illuminating his face (where was it coming from?), casting a stark beam on the bloodstains on the floor. Slowly, he raised his hands to his face, finding them bloodied and bruised.

"A-Alan?" Noogai called out, his body a strange mix of pain and numbness as he cautiously took a step forward, the wires wrapped around him aiding his movement. 

He gripped one of the wires wound around his wrist and made his way towards the door.

However, he froze in place when he spotted a pair of familiar glasses lying on the floor.

"Alan?" Noogai called out once more, noticing a wire bunched up on the ground as he carefully picked up the bloodied glasses.

He reached for the glasses, holding them in his hands and inspecting them, noticing a small crack on the lens.

A tense feeling washed over him, a strange emotion overwhelming him as he examined Alan's glasses.

Has someone hurt him? Noogai thought, worry creeping into his mind.

He placed a hand on the door's knob and pushed it open, flooding the bloodied room with bright light.

Noogai stepped out cautiously, his head feeling unusually heavy, as if disconnected from his shoulders.

(Unnoticed behind him was a dismembered head, the original body entirely replaced by a large TV)

Noogai carefully walked down the hallway, his hand on the wall as he made an effort to steady himself. He briefly heard loud dripping but chose to pay no mind to it. Perhaps it was just some water leaking from the roof.

He stopped when he saw a woman in front of him who was staring at him with her jaw open in a mute scream.

"A-Ah," the woman stuttered, the clipboard in her hands dropping as she fell on her back.

Her eyes turned to the name on the bloodied lab coat. "Alan Becker"

"Monster!" she screamed.

『••✎••』

"Oh man," DJ said as he stared down at Noogai, who had completely shut down, forgetting to charge his body for the umpteenth time again.

 "Noogs..." DJ said, placing a hand on his face as he bent down and carefully heaved the purple hollow heads’ arm over his shoulder.

He dragged him towards the couch and gently laid him down, grabbing the charger that he had left behind the TV before plugging it into Noogai’s shoulder.

"There," DJ said, placing his hands on his hips. Behind him, he heard Forest let out an excited bark, running up to Noogai before DJ stepped in front of the robot dog, stopping it from jumping onto the couch.

"Ah ah, he's pretty tired right now. Let's not bother him," DJ wagged his finger in front of the dog, who only yipped and nodded before sitting down.

"Since he's asleep, that means I need to go out by myself. Will you be able to watch over him?" DJ asked. Forest let out a bark in response.

DJ giggled, bending down to pet him. "Good boy, make sure he doesn't take his charger off. I swear, if he does that again, I'll deck him," DJ groaned as he stood up, grabbed a spare jacket from his room, and walked out of the house towards the city.

He briefly tugged his hood lower as he passed a few shops, feeling sweat form at the back of his neck.

He had been nervous about being outside again, he had grown accustomed to Noogai handling everything that involved going outside.

Sure, maybe he had a bit of social anxiety on the other hand, but it wasn't his fault that they saw him differently. (honestly it was not just because he was a hollowhead, but also the fact he had accidentally set some of his machines towards the city, and had broken at least thousands of moneys worth. Yeah he had been in debt for a while after that)

DJ let out a nervous gulp as he stared at the store, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the numerous stick figures walking around.

"Maybe this was a bad idea," DJ thought, fiddling with the sleeve of his jacket. He turned around and started making his way back towards his house, only to bump into a stick figure, causing him to fall on his back and his hood to drop down.

"Ow," DJ mumbled, placing a hand on his back. As he did so, he noticed a few stick figures looking his way, prompting him to place a hand on his head and realize that his hood had fallen off. "A hollowhead?" someone whispered.

“It’s that guy with the robots, isn’t it?” another whispered as DJ quickly pulled his hood up. He stood up on his feet and pushed through the crowd, stumbling.

“Yeah, it’s the terrorist,” a woman whispered as DJ ran past her.

He let out a pant of breath, feeling his heart beating in his chest.

He turned his head behind, watching as some passersby turned to look at him strangely. Not before he hit someone again, causing the stick figure he hit to fall on his side with a yelp.

“Ow!” a young voice said. DJ turned his head down and saw an... orange hollowhead? Almost the same color as him, but much brighter, with strange lines on his face.

“A-ah, sorry!” DJ said, bending down and helping the teen, who let out a small groan.

“It’s fine! Maybe next time you should check where you’re running,” the orange hollowhead said, rubbing the back of his head with a giggle. His eyes widened as he stared at DJ fully.

“Y-You’re just like me!” he said, his jaw dropping. DJ's eyes widened, he ducked his head down, walked around the other orange hollowhead, and said, “U-uhm, no, anyways sorry again and see you.” DJ waved a hand and sprinted away.

He heard a small “Hey! Wait!” but only sped up his pace as he ran back home, stumbling up the porch, bringing out his keys, and opening the front door.

Before finding Noogai staring back at him, a shadow covering the entirety of his hood.

"DJ, you didn't wake me," Noogai remarked as DJ stumbled inside the house, closing the door behind him and settling on the floor, visibly out of breath.

"Yeah, uh, I regret doing that," DJ admitted, raising a hand as Noogai gazed down at him with concern. 

Noogai knelt beside him, placing a hand on DJ's chest, and almost instantly, DJ felt much better, as though he hadn't just ran back home without stopping, moments ago. "Thanks," DJ expressed, offering Noogai a small smile.

Noogai silently assisted DJ to his feet, guiding him to the living room and seating him on the couch before taking a spot beside him.

"Sorry, Noogs, it's just that you were recharging your body, you know," DJ explained, turning his head towards Noogai, who simply frowned.

"It was my fault as well. I've forgotten to recharge again... And—" Noogai trailed off, closing his lips, a look of distress briefly crossing his face before he redirected his attention back to DJ, the previous expression disappearing.

"Are you sure you’re okay? You still look pale. Maybe I should—" Noogai brought his hand up towards DJ’s chest again, only to have the orange hollowhead intercept it with a small chuckle.

"No, I'm fine. It's just the social anxiety getting to me, you know. I'm not used to getting out much," DJ said with a rub on the back of his head.

"That’s worrisome. Maybe next time you can come with me outside," Noogai suggested, placing a finger on his chin.

"A-ah well," DJ blushed, looking away. "Social anxiety is a disorder. If it gets worse, you won't be able to socialize with anyone," Noogai pointed out, placing a hand on DJ’s shoulder.

DJ sighed, “I know... it’s just that a few months back, before I met you, I had accidentally set some of my robots free in the city... It caused a lot of destruction to houses, buildings, and stores. That's why I was in debt for a while.” DJ chuckled, a hint of embarrassment coloring his voice.

Noogai only hummed in understanding. “We’ll work on that,” he remarked, giving DJ a small smile.

“Is there anything else that happened outside?” Noogai added. DJ felt a bead of sweat fall down the back of his neck as he remembered the orange hollowhead in the city.

It was DJ's first time encountering someone like himself. Noogai wasn't exactly like him; he was just an AI using one of DJ's robots, crafted in his likeness, as a makeshift vessel to move around the outernet.

Although there had been two hollowhead terrorists who appeared a year ago, there was no orange one like the individual he had encountered earlier.

“DJ?” Noogai tapped him once more, bringing the orange hollowhead back to his senses, prompting a nervous laugh.

“Yeah, nothing much, just got overwhelmed with the crowd,” DJ said, rubbing the back of his head.

“Is that so?” Noogai inquired, tilting his head as he observed DJ looking away to locate Forest. DJ simply hummed in agreement, lifting Forest from the ground and cooing at him softly.

A dark shadow crossed over Noogai’s face.

DJ was lying. He knows. Because he sees everything.

You'd know, don't you?

Tell me, is he lying?

Spongey and JMLilac descending into madness (They are just sleep deprived)

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A little bit of N00GA1 doodles (Artificial Intelligence AU)

Spongey basically redesigned N00GA1 new clothes, and now he looks like a druggie or something XDD. (No more Shinji noogai clothes)

N00GA1's reaction when DJ tries to teach him about morality (He definitely hates Ethics).

He is definitely shady frfr, drug lord Noogai here.

Ahhh N00GA1 is so cute!! - S

Sorry for mischaracterizing him T^T - JMLilac

HELLO WORLD :)

My name is N00GA1, nice to meet you :)

It's a pleasure to finally be able to talk to you all....

Since we're friends now....I will show you my face! My REAL face :)

Shhhh.... - S

Some says if you stare at him too long, you might go crazy -JMLilac

He who whispers about the false god...- S

He sees you - JMLilac

HE WILL COME FOR YOU - S

Soon humans will fall, and he will reign victor of it all - JMLilac

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N00GA1 in the human world (Doodles of Artificial Intelligence AU)

Additional Lore drop in the end!!

Welp looks like Alan was actually dead all this time XDD, yes Noogai tried to revive Alan. So they had basically merged in the end, ehe! - S

My old friend.

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The Human and the AI (Artificial Intelligence AU)

Man would never be able to coexist with machine.

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Name Change (Low Quality Short Comic of Artificial Intelligence AU)

In the end DJ wasn't able to give Noogai a new name.

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Popularity Poll!!

Me and JM are quite interested about this! This poll will be up for 1 week.

This Popularity Poll will be reposted a bunch of times for "Alan Fashion Week"

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The Alan Whump Whump Week!

Now that Fashion Week has come to an end, let us thank JM again. We will be having an Alan Whump Whump Week, where all my Alan's gets whumped to the hell and back. The prompts are shown but what would not be shown is what AU gets that prompt! So, it's all a surprise <//3. So, are you guys ready for your favorite Alan AU to get whumped? :DDD

To answer some of your questions...

Where will the Whump Whump Week be posted? - It will be posted on our tumblr! This will be under Tumblr Only Fics

Is this AA exclusive? - Nope, the whumping will happen in their own universes, the Alan's will not be interacting with each other on this one

Is this an event that happens every day or do you post erratically? - I might post two in one day, who knows...

Starting Date: December 27, 2024

Ending Date: April 22, 2025

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(TAWW!Week) DAY 1: NOT REALIZING THEY ARE INJURED 

Artificial Intelligence Alan AU

Summary: Noogai just wants to help people, why does he have to get hit by a car in the process? (He doesn't get paid enough for this shit, as it seems)

Tag/s: Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Major Injuries

One thing Noogai excels at is being attentive to DJ's needs, but he often neglects his own well-being. DJ never fails to remind him to charge his body, warning that one day he might unexpectedly shut down in public.

"Noogai, please, for the love of cursor, charge yourself!" DJ snapped, holding a charger in his hand as he looked down at Noogai, who sat on the floor with Forest on his lap, happily yipping. "I did," Noogai replied, not even sparing a glance as he focused on the TV, a telenovela playing.

DJ groaned, glancing at the TV screen before returning his gaze to Noogai, whose shades reflected the same program he was engrossed in, too absorbed to acknowledge DJ.

As DJ's watch beeped, he let out a groan. "Noogs, you're running low on battery," DJ grumbled, limping towards the other stick. His tender, throbbing leg had slowed him down throughout the day.

The sight of DJ limping caught Noogai's attention. In an instant, Noogai stood up and walked over to him, supporting DJ's weight with his hands on DJ's lower back.

"Thanks, Noogs. My leg is just acting up today," DJ chuckled, wincing slightly as he reached out the back of Noogai's head.

Noogai gladly lowered his head as DJ carefully plugged the charger into his neck, letting out a sigh of relief.

"There, will you stop forgetting to charge yourself? You're always on the brink of shutting down, I swear," DJ huffed as Noogai carefully led him towards the couch, assisting him as he sat down.

"I did charge myself," Noogai said, raising a hand as DJ massaged his leg, feeling the phantom pain of a limb that had never existed in the first place. Out of all things his creator left him, mismatched legs were a constant reminder.

"That was four days ago," DJ added, raising a finger as Noogai hovered above him, unsure of how to assist DJ.

He had attempted to provide DJ with a cane, only to be met with refusal. "Please use a cane next time your leg is hurting," Noogai said, crossing his arms as DJ peered up at him, mimicking Noogai by crossing his arms as well.

"I can't use a cane, Noogs. It makes it harder to move," DJ groaned as Noogai resisted the urge to shake his head, acknowledging his own hypocrisy. After all, he detested charging his body because he loathed hauling around a large box just to remain mobile.

In an attempt to find a solution, Noogai suggested, "A leg brace. Why not create an extension for your leg to keep it straight, so you can avoid bending your knee too much?" Noogai pointed at DJ's leg.

DJ emitted a small noise of acknowledgment before letting out a disappointed groan. "You're right, but I won't be able to do that now, because... well, you know," DJ motioned towards his leg, slowly dragging it back down the floor as he attempted to stand up, with Noogai offering his arm for support.

"Just need to get to my room. Thanks, Noogs," DJ patted Noogai's arm gently as they both hobbled towards DJ's room.

"I should get you a portable battery so you won't have to lug that thing around," DJ chuckled as he watched Alan drop the metal box heavily at the side of his bed.

Noogai remained silent, fetching a hot compress from the nightstand and placing it on DJ's knee before covering him with a blanket. "Get some rest, DJ," Noogai replied, patting DJ's chest as DJ only hummed in response.

"Thanks, Noogs. You take care of me so well," DJ expressed, his voice filled with relief. Noogai didn't reply, observing as DJ removed his glasses and placed them on the nightstand before settling in for rest.

Maybe he should be the one to create DJ's leg brace; it shouldn't be too difficult to find metal and leather in the city. Noogai has visited the city several times, whether to purchase groceries or materials for DJ.

There's usually no in-between; DJ typically instructs Noogai to buy items, and it's not always up to Noogai to decide whether he should go out.

Noogai glanced at the door before shifting his gaze back to the TV and Forest, who was patiently waiting on the carpeted floor.

Watching telenovelas has become his way of passing time, as DJ doesn't require his constant presence around the house, apart from cleaning, monitoring him, and occasionally helping DJ with his robots.

However, DJ often rejects his assistance, claiming that it's unfair to let an AI aid in his work.

Why is that considered cheating, though?

Noogai walked over to the TV, with Forest playfully circling his legs as he turned off the TV. "Stay," Noogai commanded the robot dog, which promptly sat on the floor, its tail wagging as it looked at him.

"Watch over DJ. I'll go out to get something," Noogai stated before abruptly disconnecting the plug from his neck, experiencing a slight sense of detachment. It felt as if he had lost another limb.

Strange. Was he supposed to feel that way?

Noogai gazed at the wire cord, examining it closely, attempting to search his database for any prior encounters with this sensation, only to receive a negative result.

Carefully, Noogai lowered the metal box beside the wall, arranging the cords over it with precision. He then turned towards the front door and exited the house.

Leaving a note was probably unnecessary; DJ was likely still in bed, resting and unlikely to stir. Acquiring the necessary materials wouldn't consume much time either.

Ensuring the front door was securely locked, Noogai set off on his errand, leaving DJ to his slumber, his arm tucked under the pillow, his watch incessantly beeping.

— — — —

The city buzzed with life as usual. Noogai wandered through aisles, searching for what he needed. He knew he required leather to prevent DJ's leg brace from causing discomfort on his inner thighs.

Considering DJ's energetic nature, he imagined that once he had the brace, he would move around vigorously.

Noogai nodded to himself as he felt the leather between his fingers. He thought he could get metal from the junkyard, deciding it would be wise to save money for groceries later.

After purchasing the materials, he left the store and headed to the junkshop.

"Oh, it's you again," the yellow stick figure exclaimed, waving as Noogai nodded in acknowledgment. "My loyal customer, take what you need," she said before returning to her phone.

In the junkyard, Noogai approached a heap of metals, a mix of steel from cars. He paused, realizing he wasn't as skilled as DJ in creating things; his expertise lay more in health-related matters.

"What are you looking for?" Scotch, the yellow stick figure, asked, scratching her cheek as Noogai scanned the area, unsure of what to say. Which type of steel would be suitable for DJ's leg brace?

Would metal scraps suffice? Noogai wasn't entirely sure. Perhaps he should have consulted DJ before the latter had gone to sleep.

"Can I take these metal scraps?" Noogai inquired, picking up the damaged hood of a car. He thought he could heat and shape it easily.

"Sure, go ahead. Let me fetch a cart for you. Just remember to return it tomorrow," Scotch replied, snapping her fingers before hurrying off to grab a cart.

Nodding, Noogai bent down to pull the car hood out of the pile, selecting another, albeit broken one. Despite its condition, he could heat and reshape it, making its current state inconsequential.

As Noogai turned, he noticed Scotch pushing a worn cart towards him, humming lyrics under her breath. "Thank you," Noogai acknowledged, unfazed by one of the wheels barely hanging on. He effortlessly folded the metal scrap and tossed it inside.

Observing, Scotch whistled as Noogai added more items before moving towards the cart handle. "How much will this cost?" Noogai inquired.

"Forget it, take them. I've been wanting someone to clear this stuff out anyway," Scotch responded, snapping her fingers. Noogai was about to reply when a notification popped up in front of his eyes.

LOW BATTERY!

LOW BATTERY!

USER: N00GA1 RECALL TO CHARGING STATION!

LOW BATTERY!

LOW BATTERY!

If Noogai had eyes, he would probably be rolling them at how elaborate DJ's systems were. Initially, DJ had implemented this system so that Noogai wouldn't need reminders to charge himself when his battery was low.

The system works, but Noogai doesn't really pay attention to it.

With this in mind, Noogai waved a hand and guided the cart out of the shop. "Goodbye, dear customer!" Scotch exclaimed, waving her arms enthusiastically as Noogai simply gave her a thumbs up.

He knew he wouldn't just shut down in the middle of the street. Despite his joints feeling stiffer, it wasn't a big issue since he rarely moved much; his body didn't require frequent charging.

Even if his robot body shut down, he could still perceive his surroundings and exit the body at any time. 

Living with DJ had granted him a new ability: the freedom to be lazy, at least "sometimes."

Noogai wasn't sure if not moving was a good or bad thing, but there was a certain peace in it. It reminded him of the past, like when Alan—

He halted his thoughts, giving his head a slight shake. These episodes were becoming more frequent; he was starting to feel more human. No longer relying solely on his databases for thinking was both unsettling and intriguing from his perspective.

Perhaps this was another lesson he had picked up from DJ.

The ability to think for himself...

"I said, I don’t want to date you anymore!" a woman's loud, shrill voice pierced through Noogai's thoughts. His focused gaze shifted swiftly towards the commotion at the side, where a green stick figure was trying to break free from a taller blue figure enveloping her with his arms.

"Come on, babe, we can work this out. Just come back with me," the blue stick figure insisted.

Noogai paused, turning towards them. He felt compelled to intervene to prevent harm to the woman; walking away would contradict his own beliefs.

Slowly, he approached the pair, observing the woman in tears as she struggled against the man's grasp.

"You should release her," Noogai interjected, tilting his head as the blue stick figure turned towards him. "Please, help me," the green stick figure pleaded, sobbing.

Noogai shifted his attention to the green stick figure, taking her arm and effortlessly freeing her from the man's grip. "It would be best for both of you to resolve this at the police department," Noogai suggested, unfazed by the woman essentially clinging to him.

"You should mind your own business, you jerk," the man growled as he towered over Noogai, who simply maintained his gaze on him.

LOW BATTERY!

LOW BATTERY!

USER: N00GA1 RECALL TO CHARGING STATION NOW!

LOW BATTERY!

LOW BATTERY!

Noogai suppressed the urge to groan, finding it too human-like for his taste, and instead he just shook his head. "Sorry, but I think I should call the police on you—" Noogai began, but was interrupted as the man grabbed the woman beside him.

Quickly, Noogai intervened, grabbing the man's arm, preventing his hand from reaching the woman's neck. "I believe you were about to harm her," Noogai stated, his voice lowering.

To harm him was one thing, but to harm his patient?

"Damn you! Who are you anyway? Are you... the other guy? This is just too funny, you’re cheating on me with him?" the blue stick figure laughed, pulling his arm away from Noogai's grip. “No! I would never!” Jade argued.

Noogai simply stared at them, realizing that stick figures could be as exasperating as humans – no middle ground with them.

He turned to the woman, checking her information.

Name: Jade

Age: 24 years old

Job: Unemployed

She is stressed and scared….

Additional Information: Must proceed to the hospital, bruises in her arm and neck.

Mission Logs: 

Get Jade to safety [PRIORITY]

Apprehend the Aggressor

LOW BATTERY!

LOW BATTERY!

USER: N00GA1 RECALL TO CHARGING STATION!

LOW BATTERY!

LOW BATTERY!

LOW BATTERY!

Noogai shook his head slightly, feeling overwhelmed by the flood of information. Despite his system repeatedly reminding him to go home and charge his body, he couldn't focus with so many words flashing before his eyes. Unaware and distracted, he didn't notice the blue stick figure moving closer to him.

In an instant, Noogai was pushed backward, his feet stumbling towards the open road. "No!" Jade screamed as an oncoming car collided with Noogai.

— — — —

There is another thing that Noogai realized, is that he does not get paid enough for caring for other people… Or stick figures if you call it.

Can he even get paid? No, why is he thinking like that? (too human…)

Now, he found himself struggling to stand, his system blaring while his left arm and right leg remained unresponsive.

"What have you done!" Jade shrieked, rushing towards Noogai who was struggling to rise, his right hand twitching, and a pool of oil visible on the ground where he had been earlier.

He could easily explain that it had leaked from the car which had struck him before speeding away.

That was a hit and run, wasn't it? Noogai's mind chimed in unhelpfully as his system continued to blare at him.

Right Leg Functionality 5%

USER: N00GA1 MUST RETURN HOME

Left Arm Functionality 0%

Noogai managed to force his right leg to move, slowly standing up and turning towards Jade. "You should call the police," Noogai advised, limping past her towards the blue stick.

With great annoyance, he punched the blue stick figure with his right hand, causing him to collapse, unconscious.

Feeling anger was a new sensation for him, and Noogai believed he was a bit angry.

Jade gasped, trembling as she retrieved her phone. "P-please, I need to call an ambulance. I-I think you're injured," Jade said as Noogai stepped over the blue stick and headed towards the cart.

"No need, have him arrested for harming you," Noogai instructed, briefly stepping on the blue stick's ankle before breaking it, ensuring he wouldn't be able to walk or pursue Jade upon waking.

Although tempted to make things easier by snapping the man's neck, Noogai decided that justice prevailed, leaving it as it was.

"Wait!" Jade called out, watching as Noogai pushed his cart away, his other leg doing its best to keep up, much like the other wheel of his cart. He only had two feet while the cart had four (he guesses they are twinning now…).

LOW BATTERY!

LOW BATTERY!

USER: N00GA1 RECALL TO CHARGING STATION!

LOW BATTERY!

LOW BATTERY!

LOW BATTERY!

Noogai felt relieved that he hadn't suffered a system crash in the middle of the city as he made his way back home. DJ’s house wasn't exactly close to the city.

He swiftly pushed the cart towards DJ’s front porch, then grabbed it and pulled it towards the garage. Dragging his right leg behind him, he easily opened the garage door, leaving the cart in a corner before entering the house.

"Hello," Noogai greeted Forest, who was still in the living room, seated, seemingly waiting for Noogai to return.

Forest tilted its head, observing its owner. Noogai's hoodie was torn, and his left arm socket had broken off from his torso, concealed only by his hoodie. If he hadn't been wearing it, Jade would have witnessed his arm falling off, a sight he preferred to avoid.

"Noogs? Are you home— Oh no..." DJ halted as he gazed at Noogai, noticing the cracked shades, ripped hoodie, and disheveled appearance as if he had been dragged on the road forcibly.

"What... happened?" DJ asked, quickly moving towards Noogai, using the nearby cane. "I just went out to... to..." Noogai's words faltered, his head tilting to the side, his legs suddenly giving way.

"Oh no no no," DJ exclaimed, wrapping his arm around Noogai's torso, struggling to support them both.

Forest's yips could be heard as they scurried over, and DJ half-dragged them both towards the couch. He carefully lowered Noogai onto it, leaning on his cane, feeling the ache in his knee.

"Noogs, my man, what happened?" DJ asked as he slowly removed Noogai's hoodie, wincing when he saw his left arm sliding down from his sweater.

Letting out a groan, DJ ran a hand down his face. "I was just trying to get materials for your leg brace," Noogai explained, his voice stuttering and glitching as DJ assessed the damages.

"And?" DJ inquired, turning to examine Noogai's leg, noticing his ankles barely hanging on.

Cursors above…

"I saw a man who was forcing a woman to stay with him. She was hurt, with bruises, clearly hurt by that same man," Noogai explained, observing DJ struggling to pull up his pants. Noogai tried to sit up to assist, but DJ pushed him back down with a click of his tongue.

"Go on, let me help you, Noogs," DJ said as Noogai nodded. "I helped her, but I got too distracted, and he pushed me into an oncoming car," Noogai added, choosing not to disclose the reason for his distraction due to him leaving in a state where he did not charge his body properly.

DJ didn't need to know that.

"Tell me his name, I swear," DJ growled, clenching his fist in anger as Noogai simply stared at him, observing as DJ fixed his ankle with a screwdriver that Forest fetched for him.

"I couldn't get his information," Noogai replied.

Right Leg Functionality 78%

"There, your leg is still broken, but you can probably move around until I can fix you. Your arm, on the other hand... You might need a new one. Here, take off your sweater," DJ said as Noogai sat up, struggling to remove his sweater, emitting a buzz when his left arm dropped to the floor with a loud thunk.

Both DJ and Noogai paused, gazing at the arm on the floor as Noogai twitched, his system blaring.

"And you walked home with that?" DJ inquired as Noogai turned to him, shrugging. "I did not realize it was that bad" Noogai said, turning to DJ who facepalmed in response.

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Noogai is such a sweet boy, but uh...why is almost half of it are empty?? He didn't even answer half of it.....- S

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Cuddle Bug (Artificial Intelligence AU)

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Summary: DJ and Noogai just cuddle, that’s all xP

Tag: Comfort No Hurt, Fluff, Platonic Relationships/Cuddling

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DJ's first thought about Noogai was that he wasn't a touchy person, or at least, not in the traditional sense. Noogai seemed to accept DJ's gestures of touch without reservation. Whether it was DJ carrying him when he accidentally powered off or giving him a brief side hug, Noogai never shied away from these interactions. However, Noogai rarely initiated physical contact himself.

As DJ was engrossed in his work, he was startled when he heard the door open and saw Noogai quietly entering the room. "Noogs, you're back! Where did you go?" DJ spun his chair around, raising an eyebrow at his friend

Noogai gazed at DJ before using his foot to shut the door behind him. He then reached into his pockets and handed something to DJ. "Oh? What's this?" DJ muttered, unwrapping the package and bursting into laughter upon discovering four warm croissants inside.

DJ looked up at Noogai and beamed, "Oh my goodness, Noogs, you brought me this?" He chuckled as Noogai nodded, then turned his attention to the couch where Forest was curled up on one of the pillows. "It's already quite late. Why are you still awake, DJ?" Noogai inquired, settling down on the couch and directing his gaze at DJ, who flashed a sheepish smile.

"Just finishing up some things, you know, nothing too important," DJ replied, rubbing the back of his neck as he noticed Noogai's steady gaze. Noogai had a habit of staring at DJ more than he was accustomed to, but over time, DJ had come to find it endearing. What had initially seemed strange when they first met now felt like a charming quirk of Noogai's.

"That's not a reason. Go to sleep, DJ," Noogai insisted, giving Forest a pat on the head before rising and heading over to the orange hollowhead. DJ let out a groan, sounding like an angsty teenager being told to go to his room. "But Noogs!" DJ protested as Noogai slid his arm under DJ's, coaxing him to his feet.

"Go to sleep, DJ," Noogai repeated, disregarding DJ's protests as he guided the other hollowhead towards his room. "This isn't fair!" DJ whined as he settled onto his bed, observing Noogai tidy up his room, picking up scattered clothes and neatly folding them.

He even went out of his way to clean DJ’s closet and organize the hangers properly. "Your room is messy. I was only gone for a while, and everything is a mess," Noogai deadpanned as DJ chuckled, lying on his side, watching Noogai tidy his desk and roll up blueprints that he had forgotten about from the previous day.

"Where did you even go? You're not telling me anything. I'm going to be very sad," DJ playfully pouted, dropping his cheek onto the palm of his hand, propping his head up as he observed Noogai working silently. 

Noogai turned to him, picked up a blanket from the side, and tossed it over DJ, covering his whole body, including his head. "Go to sleep," Noogai instructed as DJ sputtered, pushing the blanket off his head and giving Noogai a playful glare, slipping off his glasses.

As Noogai continued cleaning in the room, DJ found himself yawning and rubbing his eyes, watching Noogai organize his already tidy space. Suddenly, a thought struck DJ, and he perked up, grinning as Noogai turned to face him. "Hey, Noogs," DJ said with a smile, prompting Noogai to tilt his head in curiosity. "Yes?" Noogai responded, approaching DJ with a basket of dirty laundry, revealing clothes that DJ had apparently kicked under the bed and forgotten about.

DJ couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of the hidden laundry. It seemed even his attempts to hide things weren't successful with Noogai around.

"Why don't you cuddle with me, I'm cold," DJ whined, clutching the blanket to his chest as Noogai gazed at him. "I doubt I can do anything about that," Noogai replied, prompting a groan from DJ. "Why can't you just say yes? I know you change the temperature of the house. Don't pretend I didn't see you altering the codes around here," DJ accused, pointing a finger at Noogai, who responded with a half-hearted shrug.

"Then let me change the temp—" Noogai began, but before he could finish, DJ swiftly grabbed his arm and pulled him onto the bed, causing the purple hollowhead to land beside him. "DJ..." Noogai deadpanned as DJ covered both of them with the blanket, embracing him tightly. "There, much better," DJ giggled as Noogai let out a sigh.

"I doubt this body can even provide you any warmth at all," Noogai remarked, turning to look at DJ, who simply grinned in response. "Doesn't matter. You're a good cuddle, you know that," DJ giggled, prompting Noogai to sigh again and allow DJ to wrap his arms around him.

"How can you say that when I have never even been cuddled before?" Noogai stated in a bored tone as he placed a hand on DJ's back, causing DJ to gasp in surprise. "For real? I thought you knew, because it's like part of your program, right?" DJ asked, furrowing his brow as Noogai simply stared at him, contemplating whether to reveal the truth.

"Never had the need to use it," Noogai mumbled, before DJ pulled him closer and embraced him tightly. "Then stay until I fall asleep," DJ whispered, feeling Noogai gently run his hand along his back. "Okay, DJ," Noogai replied, his voice soft and soothing as DJ rested his head on Noogai's shoulder.

"You know, if you want, I can give you tons of this," DJ chuckled, anticipating Noogai to decline, but to his surprise, Noogai responded, "Sure, I don't mind." DJ made a surprised noise at the back of his throat. "Seriously?" DJ exclaimed, taken aback as Noogai attempted to shrug, inadvertently moving DJ's head. "It's fine," Noogai reassured him as DJ beamed at him excitedly.

"Then if that's your answer, you can never say no when I ask for cuddles or hugs," DJ pouted playfully, prompting Noogai to resist the urge to roll his eyes, knowing he didn't actually possess any eyes to roll in the first place. "Alright—" Noogai started before letting out a groan as DJ hugged him even tighter.

"Yay! Stay here until morning," DJ chuckled, holding onto Noogai tightly as the other let out a sigh. "Alright, DJ. Good night," Noogai mumbled, resting his head on top of DJ's and releasing a small sigh. "Night, Noogs. Thanks," DJ chuckled, rubbing his cheek against Noogai's shoulder before letting out a contented breath.

Noogai didn't really sleep; instead, he chose to watch over DJ as he slept peacefully through the night.

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More fluff of Artificial Intelligence AU, we all shout in unison! - S

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HAPPY *LATE* APRIL FOOLS - The Apology

GUYSSSS I'M SORRY IT TOOK TOO LONG TO RESPONDDDD TOT

WE WERE SUPPOSED TO POST THIS UNDER 24 HOURS BUT WE GOT BUSY TODAY THE WHOLE DAY

WE HAVE SCHOOL STUFFS BUT WE'RE NOT ACTUALLY THAT MISERABLE (not yet at least for me)

Incredibly underestimated the consequences of this and did not think the letters would feel too real ;-;

Really thought you might catch our bs immediately so we did not post right after

I shall gib you gud fud next time to make up with this - JM

Haha, get rekt. - S

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ECHO (Artificial Intelligence AU)

I think it fits the bill, the meaning of the song i mean XD (not Alan's lost head) - S

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out of all the Alan AUs that you have so far, who do you think has the craziest lore? Cuz I wanna say that it's between CS, AI, and ATG, (and probably Cursor too). Though I do want to leave CS out of this since compared to the ones I mentioned, he's literally just a lonely guy who was put into a body with too much power without his consent. Compared to the other ones, he's still human;

Cursor is perceived as a God

ATG is a normal stick who wants to ascend to Godhood because of sad backstory. Turn humans from the outernet into stickfigures

AI has a robot body so he's not even made of flesh. Also casually killed someone in a busy street

Ahh but after typing that, maybe CS does have the craziest lore ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ he was dehumanized multiple times in the story, he thinks his kids hate him, he's got an entity in his head that tortures him with all too realistic dreams, he doesn't even feel like he fits in with his stick family, he horribly misses the people he's close to back when he was human, etc etc He really is tragic huh ಠ⁠◡⁠ಠ

Well, this is a pretty hard question, for me they're all pretty interesting in their own ways. I created them to shine in their own way, and hopefully none of them shines to much that the others won't be noticed as much as the first one.

For me their lores are already kind of crazy in their own way, so I really have no idea which would it be. I mean i think i can leave it to the readers to decide on who has the craziest lore out of them all actually :DD - S