#he would also probably tear the tape oout of the cassete

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Had a silly (au) idea just now at the gracefully hours of 1am while listening to CORE and Waterfall ost from Undertale;

Nine sometimes goes to like a really old garbage dump somewhere at the outskirts of New Yoke city, either looking for inspiration, searching for random scarps he could use later for some inventions or just to pass the time somewhere else besides his workshop.

Once, he manages to find a really old looking, yet still somehow preserved set of burnt (what I mean by that is like a personal set of videos uploaded o pre exinsting discs, I'm clarifying becasueim useure if Im using the right word) CDs/cassettes. They were not in the best shape, but not too damaged to be thrown back out and ignored either. And idk if CDs exist in New Yoke but for the sake of this idea let's say that no, everything is just Bluetooth holograms, Nine either reverse engineers or reinvents a cassete/CD player to see what the deal with these things he found is, cause he really has nothing better to do.

After he's finished with the player, he boots the contents of his findings on the monitor and speakers in his workshop, getting rather startled to see bright blue and green colors dancing round the monitor screen. The video is really scratched up and lagging, but the short burts of stable video show what appears to be an unprofessional, thought of the moment recording of a family (either mobian or human idk) having fun playing round in a garden and laughing their hearts off, nearly hypnotizes the fox.

There's a still frozen frame for a second. At the edges a little motion blurred, but still visible grass patch with a single apple tree somewhere in the corner and a bright blue sky over the top with a barely recognizable brur of a child running trough the lower corner.

Nine stands still, completely mesmerized and subcontiously reaching of for the screen. If a bomb were to go off right behind him, he wouldn't notice nor perhaps even register things happening outside of the screen before him.

The only reasonable explanation the fox could find for the images he was seeing and the jovial and unnatural sounds he was hearing, was that this recording had to be way from the past. Way from the times the rebels only ever dream of returning. Where green skies and blue grass exist. Where there was not a single robot or a skyscraper in sight and people were full of life and hope.