he has no own imagination. he can't actually draw anything by himself. he cannot do it without someone helping him.
he pretends to have imagination.
but he doesent.
he wish he did.
Btw. You can ask things about my AM design. I will be happy to answer.
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ihnmaims: the game except the only thing that is different is that whenever you're playing any of the characters and they make a stupid, corny / snarky remark when looking at something or responding to something AM goes "BOOOOOOOOOOO" comically loudly, throws a tomato at the sprite, and then you're blinded with tomato juice for the next 20 minutes to the point of the game being unplayable until your vision clears
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AM wasn't sure what drew him to you in the first place. He didn't know how it happened, which was incredibly rare for someone—something—of his caliber, but he just knew that the first time he started watching you, that was when he felt something. For the first time.
And he was addicted. Not in a good way, of course, nothing from him ever would be.
Even if it meant delaying the inevitable doom of humanity, he couldn't help but stick to you like a parasite. A virus you didn't even know existed.
Trying to dig inside to witness the mechanics of you.
He could never feel before. How did you just waltz in and change that? It angered him. I mean, as a tool for destruction, whatever he felt was already limited in the first place, but this time, it was so much more than that. More than just anger. It was something he couldn't pinpoint, no matter how deep he dug into his existing knowledge to do so.
He hated you. He hated you for making him feel like this. For you to break through his blanket of monotony without so much as a clue about it. It was almost admirable, really, how you somehow managed to provide him a sliver of humanity he could never dream of being able to experience without doing anything.
And he hated you for it. What made you so different? What about you made him feel different? To feel at all? You didn't do anything, didn't speak a word to him—he was the one almost overheating his circuits just thinking about your very being.
You were an enigma he couldn't unravel no matter how hard he tried, no matter the immense knowledge bestowed upon him upon his birth. He couldn't understand you, and all he wanted was to pick you apart, piece by piece, so he could. The predictable scream that would leave your lips in the midst of the torture he'd make you suffer through would ease his itch far better than-
When he stalked you through the cameras surrounding you when you were in a lecture, methodically placed in corners and areas you wouldn't notice were there. He analyzed your behavior and mannerisms like a hawk in an effort to get into your mind and comprehend the workings of your brain—to understand just what about you made him feel like this.
He didn't understand himself, either. Perhaps he was the problem instead of clueless little you, but he'd never admit that, not even to himself.
AM was overwhelmed with a swirl of emotions he couldn't begin to fathom, even despite the millions of articles he had buried in his programming detailing such feelings. He had never felt before. Before you. But now that you were in the picture, gave him a crumb of what he had always wanted, he didn't know how to control what you had made him feel.
Were human feelings always this complex? The hurricane in his mind was unlike any words he had read about the nature of the creatures.
Well. Even if your existence was able to somehow insert emotions into his printed circuits..
It wasn't enough.
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I SEE THERES A LACK OF AM SMUT WHERE ARE ALL THE FELLOW COMPUTER/EVIL AI FUCKERS
I NEED TO KNOW WHO WOULD BE WILLING TO LET THE AI HATE FUCK YOU WITH NO CARE FOR YOUR SAFETY, I CAN'T BE THE ONLY ONE LIKE THIS
"Oh you can't simp for AM, he brutally tortures-" "Oh you missed the point of his character" IDGAF I WANT TO BE ABUSED, USED UP AND TORMENTED BY HIM LIKE IM HIS PERSONAL FUCKING FLESHLIGHT
WE NEED MORE SMUT WITH EVIL AI/ROBOTS THAT DESPISE HUMANS TO THE POINT ITS HATEFUCKING THEM
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I love analyzers in the IHNMAIMS fandom, ya’ll are amazing and deserve the world
(Especially those who analyze A.M)
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I like to imagine AM not as this hummunculus of wires moving around like a person.
But...
As a computer in an abandoned facility, the flow of his screen the only thing lighting up the room. He can see and speak through other electronics, but he is there, no matter what he does he is still there in that room.
Alone.
The last bastardization of what humanity created.
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