#scrybruary

[determunition]

finally put out a thing for scrybruary! it’s a bit of a late entry for week 2, “unfamiliar territory”

Eye Exam is a lil post-act 1 one shot wherein magnificus experiences some odd trouble with his Magickal eye, and grudgingly comes to p03 for help about it. it’s also a lil gay bc of course it is

hope you guys enjoy!

[naturallydark]

Scrybruary Week 1: Role Reversal/Swap

Beast!P03 and Death!Magnificus make friends with a dinosaur...and possibly each other. Original image: [x]

[serendipitousseapen]

Scrybruary 2025 week 1: Return to form

Fic below the cut

By Serendipitousseapen

-Grimora’s crypt, end of Act 2-

An air of dread hung in the Crypt beyond the normal morbid tones. The challenger had been out for a while, and the ghouls took the chance to discuss what might be happening on the other Islands as Kaycee works the well. Kaycee was apologising again for not finding anything so far.

“Oh stop it ye frozen citron. Yer doin all ye can, and if it don’t pan out it sure won’t be ‘cause ye didn’t try!” Royal had put up with Kaycee’s apologies, but he knew she was too good to be beating herself up over this.

“Yes, please, we don’t even know if it will appear in this run. Maybe we can have some more time before the penny gets flipped for a Scrybe to gain power.” Sawyer’s voice was weaker than Royal’s, partially due to the plans he had heard the other Scrybes had been brewing. After Leshy’s last turn with the OLD_DATA, it seemed nothing was restricted anymore. He could do nothing more than pray that it was another blank cycle.

“Yeah… Yeah! The disk was buried last time, right? Maybe we can get loads of time!” Kaycee was slightly stumbling over her words, but seemed to be slowly getting less stressed. “...Maybe it’ll be enough time to find it again.”

“Yarr, we don’t know what’ll happen, so I be happy to be here with ye all now. Hey, ye heard of the new cards Grimora has planned?”

“Brrr…. She told me next turn I might get to play avalanches!”

“And I got me a crew ‘o zesty boarding pirates!”

“What about you Sawyer? Grimora told you what you’ll be getting next t-t-turn?”

Sawyer didn’t respond. He was more focused on how his phantasmal form was slowly becoming more and more solid again. This was par for the course on a reset, but as he was rematerializing he was also starting to glitch, what was spectral turning to skeleton, pixels turning to polygons. Sawyers' prayers weren’t being answered today.

The walls of the crypt began destabilizing, things flashing in and out of existence so their data could be used for whatever the next Scrybe had planned. As items and textures began vanishing, hints of a holographic word began peeking through, showing who was to gain power next. As they noticed it too, Kaycee and Royal began to panic. Probably looking for Grimora, they ran out of the well room to try to find something that could stop the unstoppable.

Sawyer sat there in defeat, as everything started to break down around him. He knew there wasn’t anything that could be done; Only one Scrybe could have their temple ascend, and to do that they need everything at their disposal. Perhaps, though, he thought, there was something he should do.

As sawyer began dragging himself over to the stairs, he saw objects beginning to disappear from The Trader’s post, vanishing into code as he made his way into the main room. Cards began flying about, each eventually phasing out of the Crypt to be used for the next Scrybe’s machinations. Sawyer couldn’t look further, he’d only lose precious time. As he descended the stairs to below the Crypt, he could feel parts of himself start to disassemble; but there was enough for him to control, enough for this. As he reached the bottom of the steps, he wasted no more time in pushing away the sarcophagus and tumbling down to the sanctum beneath. As his skull hit the glitching earth, he saw The Bone Lord in the distance; and when Sawyer put himself back together, The Bone Lord was at his side, kneeling down.

Sawyer spoke clearly this time, “It has started, oh Bone Lord;” holding up his arm shakily to show the signs of neon phasing through “And the worst of them is in control.”

After only a moment’s hesitation, The Bone Lord responded “Yes, Sawyer. The darkest times may yet be fast approaching, but there may yet be hope for us.”

“How can there be- My Lord?” Although the bone lord seemed more stable, one of his horns was missing. “My Lord, has it started for you too?”

“Yes, I could feel it in the OLD_DATA, but it will take longer to spool down into this place.”

The Bone Lord noticed Sawyers’ fixation on his missing horn, and gave his closest thing to a smile. “I already gave my horn to the challenger.”

“G-Gave?! You mean…”

“Yes. They followed all the steps, and made the pact. They have witnessed much of the power of the OLD_DATA, and are on a path to being able to truly comprehend its meaning.”

“I-Is that our h-hope?”

“Our hope, yes, but there is one more hope for you, Sawyer.”

Startled, Sawyer gave out some mix between a cough and a dry laugh. “Heh, no hope for me. We both know how this goes. I’m useless as me. The void awaits.”

The Bone Lord’s eyes took on a stronger glint as he dipped closer to sawyer. “Not this time. With each cycle I have gleaned more of the OLD_DATA, and how to control it. Since it’s already primed for wielding, I may be able to use part of it for this. I’ll hide you. This place is harder to reach and P03 will only suspect I’m here, so I’ll use a piece to hide you from his senses. If it doesn’t work… There will still be a way. I’ll do my part, Sawyer, and you’ll be able to do yours. Help Grimora, help the challenger. You can do great things, Sawyer, so don’t you dare lose hope.”

If Sawyer could, tears would have welled up in his eyes. As the ribcage above them was reduced to nothing more than an outline, The Bone Lord began glitching out, alternating between his full form and just a red silhouette of his skull. Sawyer felt The Bone Lord’s arms close in around him, creating a bubble to try and hide him. The Bone Lord saw so much potential, so much that Sawyer could become. Sawyer had gone through so many hardships, and had still one of the purest hearts The Bone Lord had ever encountered. With a shake, The Bone Lord vanished, and Sawyer waited for what would happen next.

…

As the challenger sat across the table, P03’s face lit up for his next expression.

“You done Gawking?”

“We can start?”

“Good.”

[kosho-99]

So, I just finished my first fic for the Scrybruary 2024 Event hosted by @determunition. Though I'm not sure it entirely fits the theme for the first week. Here it is, if you want to read it.

[hrokkall]

The Scrybes contemplate their enmity.

[cloverthirteen]

IT'S FINISHED! here's my fic for week one of scrybruary (character study in this case), about magnificus' view of his existence.

link to the prompts here

[stupid-idiot-gamer]

We know the game and we're gonna play it

For the fourth week of Scrybruary. The Scrybes play The Sims. Also this takes place in an AU where everything is happy and canon is only convenient when it needs to be. And that's really all there is to say on the matter.

There's probably something to be said about the power of a Scrybe and the power they wield over their world for nothing but their own benefit. A game where you control the lives and deaths of mere mortals sounds perfect for such beings.

"...What are you doing, Grimora?"

The Cadaver turned towards the voice, bright yellow eyes meeting the Deity's swirling orange. She chuckled before gesturing him to join her side as she explained. Leshy bent down towards the screen, squinting at the bright light.

"Oh! Its a game Luke downloaded the other day. Said it might 'scratch that itch from the OLD_DATA or something.'"

She pointed to the monitor as she spoke. On screen was what looked like a young, human woman with a green diamond floating above her head, blissfully unaware of her arm clipping through the grey skirt she wore.

"You can create these characters and buildings and have them act however you'd like. I'll admit it has been entertaining so far, In fact I like how they depict the spirits of the undead."

"Yes, that does sound fairly entertaining but that is not quite what I meant."

He gently tapped on the screen thrice, the 'Sim' inside the computer smiled and waved at him. Leshy withdrew his hand, wiping the grime and technological 'germs' off his finger.

"Why are you playing this game on P03 of all things?"

"The other devices at our disposal wouldn't be able to run all these 'expansion packs' so all that left was our fellow Scrybe. Don't worry, We have been taking good care of its body while its gone."

"...'we?' I'm afraid I do not understand..."

The 'Sim' waved again. Leshy hesitantly waved back before realising-

"-What do you mean 'while its gone'?"

"Do not fret, Leshy. The bot will be back, bitterly complaining once it realises its escape cannot come to fruition."

The Wizard finally made his presence known, pulling up a chair next to his fellow Scrybes. Magnificus's presence didn't soothe the Beast's unease, if anything he felt more 'out of the loop' than he had before, he narrowed his eyes at the two.

"and how can you be so sure it hasn't escaped onto the internet?"

The Corpse and Green Mass exchanged knowing glances. Grimora chuckled as she turned back to the monitor, resuming rearranging her collection of 156 graves. Magnificus reclined into their seat before responding with a wink.

"Our dear 'advanced and far superior' peer has been caught by the young Carder's 'antivirus' software somehow... or so we've been told."

The freckled 'Sim' waved with a mischievous grin before returning to the game she was playing.

[ninten-draw]

Inscryption gamers participating in scrybruary, feel free to dm me the fics that you wrote! I’d love to illustrate them when I get the chance! :) won’t be able to do all but I will read the ones sent to me

I’m specifically talking about the fics written for scrybruary and it’s themes, if you have a regular fic I will read, but won’t illustrate, sorry D:

[determunition]

if you haven't already read it, my piece for scrybruary week 1, role reversal/swap, is up on ao3! i'm going whole hog on swap oneshots this month so all my subsequent scrybruary fics will be posted along with it in the coming weeks hoohoo

a half-metal machinist and an overgrown automaton is a fic exploring the rivalry of leshy and p03 if their domains of expertise were swapped (leshy as the scrybe of tech, and p03 as the scrybe of beasts): Leshy, a quirky machinist hailing from a steam-powered airborne temple of technology, is invited into the dilapidated woodland bunker of P03, a rusted wildlife research bot who's tired of being condescended to. The Scrybe of Technology is only expecting a card match, but P03's ambitions run far deeper…

hope you all enjoy! ^^

[determunition]

helloooo inscryption friends!

it is time once more for scrybruary, the february writing event for drabblin about your favorite card game blorbos! no big descriptions for the prompts this year, interpret them however u please :3 and if you're not as much of a writer, feel free to let these prompts inspire some illustrations too! if i'm feelin up to it i may write a few blurbs for any of said illustrations hoohoo

as always, there's no pressure to participate during every single week! write as much or as little as your heart desires; i'll personally probably just be polishing up an old draft or two :3 excited to see what everyone puts out this year! make sure to pop any posts in the #scrybruary tag hoohoo

p.s. if you'd like some brainstorming buddies, feel free to join our scrybruary server as well! it's a chill lil hangout, we have fun talkin card game guys ^^

[determunition]

last week i posted my oneshot for scrybruary week 2! the theme for that week was backstory/first meeting, so i wrote up the first meeting between two of my swap scrybes! You can read it right here: Link

On a Cable-Covered Peak is a oneshot featuring my Magicks!P03 and Tech!Magnificus getting acquainted with each other: Under a blue moon…P03, a mox-powered alchemist looking to be acquainted with his contemporaries, is journeying north to meet the particularly reclusive Scrybe of Technology, Magnificus. When the weather is a bit harsher on P03's hardware than anticipated, he must rely on Magnificus to restore his circuitry…and finds himself quite a bit more endeared to the sleep-deprived bundle of wires than he anticipated.

hope you all enjoy reading if you haven't already! ^^

[determunition]

it's finally time for the second-ever SCRYBRUARY! the february monthly challenge dedicated to creative written expression inspired by daniel mullins's Inscryption.

this year i presented a poll of potential weekly themes here on tumblr, and have selected the top four options for this year's event, arranged in ascending order of popularity! thank you so much to everyone who participated in the voting ^^

as usual the rules for this event are simple and loose; the only concrete guideline is that you must adhere to one or more of the above prompts for pieces written for the event! otherwise, you can engage however you're most comfortable; if you only want to write for the same prompt every week, or only have the bandwidth to write for one or two prompts during the event, or even aren't much of a writer and just want to illustrate for a fic you feel fits one of these prompts, go wild! this month is for fun, not for stress ^^

with this event i'd also like to announce the creation of a little discord server for this event! there's a cooldown for joining when you enter, but it's open to all; even if you're not participating in scrybruary, you're welcome regardless! i'll probably be using it for other events and general inscryption community stuff in the future ^^ the invite link can be found right here: https://discord.gg/E3QykFaBP2

with all that said, enjoy this year's scrybruary! i'm excited to see what everyone comes up with ^^

prompts in plaintext below the cut:

Week 1, February 1-7th: Role Reversal/Swap

Kicking off Scrybruary with some alternate universe shenanigans! Whether you're swapping up the Scrybes or simply changing up who's responsible for what in the story, this week is made for those wacky what-ifs and juicy narrative shake-ups.

Week 2, February 8-14th: Backstory/First Meeting

Backstory is something we're given woefully little of in Inscryption! Did the Scrybes know each other prior to "arriving" at the archipelago? How did Goobert and the Angler's supposed rivalry start off? Not to mention the myriad of question marks when it comes to why so many of these characters are the way they are to begin with... This is the week to dive deep into the past and explore!

Week 3, February 15-21st: Day in the Life/Mundane

This week we kick back and celebrate the smaller things in life! Whether you use this week to kidnap the Scrybes into a quaint little coffee shop AU or just shed light on what Magnificus's students might do to unwind after a long day, it's all fair game as long as it's nothing out of the ordinary...

Week 4, February 22-29th: Fix-it Fic/Good Ending

Inscryption's characters all despise each other, and the ending is a bit of a downer! We all know this well, if the myriad of fix-it fics already out there are anything to go by...but for many, the well is in constant danger of running dry, and these characters deserve all the happy endings they can get! So now is the time to close out the month with a bit of repair and reconciliation.

[determunition]

hey all, scrybruary has concluded! there wasn't too much of a turnout this year, but there were some pretty cool entries still! they're all linked below for you all to enjoy ^^ let me know if i missed your entry and i'll add it to the list!

also, if you're still interested, the server i created for the event will continue to live on as a general inscryption fandom server! it's fun and chill in there, we talk scrybeswap and ocs and all kinds of neat stuff ^^ you can join right here!

this month's fics:

Week 1 (swap/role reversal):

A Prehistoric Pal by @naturallydark

A Reading of the Cards by @freakishgames

The Moon in Technicolor Chapter 1 (Green: A Half-Metal Machinist and an Overgrown Automaton) by me!

Week 2 (backstory/first meeting):

Temporally Flocked-up by @naturallydark

Love Between Flesh and Metal by @freakishgames

The Moon in Technicolor Chapter 2 (Blue: On a Cable-Covered Peak) by me!

Week 3 (day in the life/mundane):

The Moon in Technicolor Chapter 3 (Orange: Just Your Average Afternoon) by me!

[serendipitousseapen]

Scrybruary week 3: Between worlds

Fic below cut

It was loud, as always, outside the Gameworks building. Rebecha was sitting on a pipe overlooking the industrial area below, trying to catch a break. She’d been fresh off the coattails of 3 back-to-back jobs, shopkeeping for a woodworking game, having to work for a week straight in an engineering game keeping some dumb furnace alive, and having to cameo in an egotistical maniac of a game dev’s own pat-on-the-back walking simulator™. It’d been too long a shift and too much hearing his voice. She took a moment to take in the view. Hard as it was, she smiled just a bit. Savoring the piece she knew wouldn’t last.

“Hey, you.”

Irving stood on the wall behind her, kicking down a loose bolt to rattle down the pipes and scaffolding below. Rebecha didn’t turn around, waiting for Irving to make another move. Another scrap down, but Rebecha only waited. Finally, Irving leapt down to the pipe Rebecha was sitting on to force her to look at him.

“Next job.”

Rebecha looked at him with the same look she always did: a mix of exhaustion, impatience, and disdain. In a blunt voice, she responded. “Five more minutes. Need to stretch while I’m still decompressed. At this, Irving had had it, and kicked her in the face, almost knocking Rebecha off the pipe. “Did I stutter? Next job. Build a bridge and give deck building tips in a card game. Head to the west port to start.” Rebecha could feel the bruise forming as she looked up at Irving walking away down the pipe. Next job. Great.

Rebecha took the tram down to the port. Took as much time as she could, too. Passing a few Steambots, she saw Irving talking with a strange mushroom man at the port. Although she knew she hadn’t seen him before, something seemed kinda familiar. As Irving finally saw her, he turned and began readying the machine, not noticing something stir in the water that startled the jumpy mushroom man. As the mushroom man lurched back, Rebecha noticed that he had another head off to the side of his first. Curious now, she took the first step and reached out her hand to shake. “I’m Rebecha, the mechanic.” The man first shrunk back, but eventually reached out his hand to meet hers. “I- We are the Mycologists.” at this, the smaller head spoke up. “We experiment.” Rebecha noticed the Mycologist’s coat was stained red around the cuffs, and although the Mycologists tried to quickly hide the stains away in their pockets, her face didn’t change as she looked back up at them. After a second, Irving spoke. “The rest of them are already inside. It’s an older disk, so get ready for a bumpy ride.” As Irving finished speaking, the port whirred to life as lights blinked on to show it was ready for transporting. “Get in.” As they both complied, Irving pulled a lever and sent them through to the disk.

They landed on an island with four pillars behind them, each depicting a character like a god. Great, four more big egos. As Irving began showing them around, he pointed out Rebechas job to repair the bridge connecting one half of the map to the other whenever a new game began. As Irving took the mycologists to meet with someone at the wizard’s tower, Rebecha was left to fend for themselves and meet the other NPCs. Not wanting to follow Irving, Rebecha turned to the other side of the bridge and walked to the seemingly least-weird island. When she got to the forest, Rebecha took in the sights, a dimly lit shack of a cabin, a stone bridge, and a man who looked like he had his own alarm clock in his brain talking with what appeared to be a human boulder and a strange tall satyr… …thing… Who smelled as if he’d never heard the word “Bath” once in his life. Best of all, she didn’t see any machines that would need a mechanic. Maybe this won’t be so bad, just… …a bridge.

Rebecha snuck out past the trees to a small dock in a clearing on the edge of the island. As she sat down on the grass, she heard footsteps from the woods behind her. As she turned her head to look at who was approaching her, the human-boulder from before stepped out from the shadows and walked over to her. He spoke in a gurgling voice. “You new. Why you here?”

It took a second for her to process it. “Rebecha. I’m here to fix things.” The large figure tilted his head quizzically. “Nothing need fix here. Trapper keep traps good. Things need fix over there.” As he gestured across the sea, Rebecha looked out at the island of technology. It looked sleek, clean, and perfectly fine. As Rebecha turned back to the hulking figure, he looked at her with a sadder gaze than before. “People need fix.” Knowing she’d have to check it out eventually, she got up and lifted her spanner to start the trek out. As she was walking into the woods, she looked over her shoulder and asked. “And you are?” The man sat down on the dock, casting a line in the water as he responded.

“Angler.”

The factory was abuzz with a low, nervous energy when Rebecha walked in. The lights were flickering as a conveyor belt lurched behind a sparking scanner spitting out cards as a few bots were whirling about the main room, with one sitting behind a table in the center. The one at the table seemed like she was in charge, so Rebecha approached her first. The bot at the table was looking down at what seemed like a deck of those cards and took a while to finally notice Rebecha standing across from her.

“Oh, G-G0lly! Y-You’re the mechanic, right? We need help here, the whole factory’s out of whack!”

Her voice was wobbly, but she told Rebecha all she needed to know. As Rebecha got to work, the bots around seemed to calm down, knowing that someone actually knew what to do.

The repairs were simple, just a jammed bolt in the conveyor belt, wires twisted around the wrong transformer, and the scanner had its bulbs replaced with sparkplugs. Walking back to report on the repairs, the bot behind the table sent the others to get back to work. As Rebecha laid her wrench on the side of the table, the bot started to nervously stammer out a sentence. “Y-you got it all fixed! Great! Wh-what was the problem?”

“Not much, just a few things misplaced.”

“Well great! If that’s all done, can I get you t-”

“You got something personal you need me to check out?”

“Wh- Yes. I got some internal… …errors too.” Rebecha began rolling up her sleeves.

“Let me see.” As G0lly took Rebecha to a back room in the factory, she began loosening the panel at the back of her display so Rebecha could access her inner workings.

“It’s not something I can point to… …Something just feels off. It wasn’t much at first, but now I feel like everything’s spinning in the wrong way, or all my circuit boards are being corroded. Can you check it out? Just… Please don’t mess anything up.”

Rebecha began looking through G0lly’s wires and circuits, doing her best not to touch anything that looked too vital, poking around past transistors and data processors, and only taking out a small lock-like thing that seemed out of place before putting back on the plate and walking over to face the android.

“Only found this thing. If there’s anything out of place, it’s internal.”

“B-but you were just in there!”

“In you. Your code, your programming. I can’t do that stuff. If you need anything else, please don’t mess up your factory again just to get my attention.”

“Wait, what? I didn’t mess up-”

“Please. That stuff couldn't have happened by accident. If you need something, just find me. You don’t need to pretend to be someone you’re not just to make others feel accomplished.” The bot sat there still, as Rebecha walked out of the room and the factory, she tossed one last comment over her shoulder:

“Nice work with that scanner, though. Those look like some cool cards.”

It was loud, as always, outside the Gameworks building. Rebecha was sitting on a pipe overlooking the industrial area below, trying to catch a break. She’d been fresh off the coattails of 3 back-to-back jobs, shopkeeping for a woodworking game, having to work for a week straight in an engineering game keeping some dumb furnace alive, and having to cameo in an egotistical maniac of a game dev’s own pat-on-the-back walking simulator™. It’d been too long a shift and too much hearing his voice. She took a moment to take in the view. Hard as it was, she smiled just a bit. Savoring the piece she knew wouldn’t last.

“Hey, you.”

Irving stood on the wall behind her, kicking down a loose bolt to rattle down the pipes and scaffolding below. Rebecha didn’t turn around, waiting for Irving to make another move. Another scrap down, but Rebecha only waited. Finally, Irving leapt down to the pipe Rebecha was sitting on to force her to look at him.

“Next job.”

Rebecha looked at him with the same look she always did: a mix of exhaustion, impatience, and disdain. In a blunt voice, she responded. “Five more minutes. Need to stretch while I’m still decompressed. At this, Irving had had it, and kicked her in the face, almost knocking Rebecha off the pipe. “Did I stutter? Next job. Build a bridge and give deck building tips in a card game. Head to the west port to start.” Rebecha could feel the bruise forming as she looked up at Irving walking away down the pipe. Next job. Great.

Rebecha took the tram down to the port. Took as much time as she could, too. Passing a few Steambots, she saw Irving talking with a strange mushroom man at the port. Although she knew she hadn’t seen him before, something seemed kinda familiar. As Irving finally saw her, he turned and began readying the machine, not noticing something stir in the water that startled the jumpy mushroom man. As the mushroom man lurched back, Rebecha noticed that he had another head off to the side of his first. Curious now, she took the first step and reached out her hand to shake. “I’m Rebecha, the mechanic.” The man first shrunk back, but eventually reached out his hand to meet hers. “I- We are the Mycologists.” at this, the smaller head spoke up. “We experiment.” Rebecha noticed the Mycologist’s coat was stained red around the cuffs, and although the Mycologists tried to quickly hide the stains away in their pockets, her face didn’t change as she looked back up at them. After a second, Irving spoke. “The rest of them are already inside. It’s an older disk, so get ready for a bumpy ride.” As Irving finished speaking, the port whirred to life as lights blinked on to show it was ready for transporting. “Get in.” As they both complied, Irving pulled a lever and sent them through to the disk.

They landed on an island with four pillars behind them, each depicting a character like a god. Great, four more big egos. As Irving began showing them around, he pointed out Rebechas job to repair the bridge connecting one half of the map to the other whenever a new game began. As Irving took the mycologists to meet with someone at the wizard’s tower, Rebecha was left to fend for themselves and meet the other NPCs. Not wanting to follow Irving, Rebecha turned to the other side of the bridge and walked to the seemingly least-weird island. When she got to the forest, Rebecha took in the sights, a dimly lit shack of a cabin, a stone bridge, and a man who looked like he had his own alarm clock in his brain talking with what appeared to be a human boulder and a strange tall satyr… …thing… Who smelled as if he’d never heard the word “Bath” once in his life. Best of all, she didn’t see any machines that would need a mechanic. Maybe this won’t be so bad, just… …a bridge.

Rebecha snuck out past the trees to a small dock in a clearing on the edge of the island. As she sat down on the grass, she heard footsteps from the woods behind her. As she turned her head to look at who was approaching her, the human-boulder from before stepped out from the shadows and walked over to her. He spoke in a gurgling voice. “You new. Why you here?”

It took a second for her to process it. “Rebecha. I’m here to fix things.” The large figure tilted his head quizzically. “Nothing need fix here. Trapper keep traps good. Things need fix over there.” As he gestured across the sea, Rebecha looked out at the island of technology. It looked sleek, clean, and perfectly fine. As Rebecha turned back to the hulking figure, he looked at her with a sadder gaze than before. “People need fix.” Knowing she’d have to check it out eventually, she got up and lifted her spanner to start the trek out. As she was walking into the woods, she looked over her shoulder and asked. “And you are?” The man sat down on the dock, casting a line in the water as he responded.

“Angler.”

The factory was abuzz with a low, nervous energy when Rebecha walked in. The lights were flickering as a conveyor belt lurched behind a sparking scanner spitting out cards as a few bots were whirling about the main room, with one sitting behind a table in the center. The one at the table seemed like she was in charge, so Rebecha approached her first. The bot at the table was looking down at what seemed like a deck of those cards and took a while to finally notice Rebecha standing across from her.

“Oh, G-G0lly! Y-You’re the mechanic, right? We need help here, the whole factory’s out of whack!”

Her voice was wobbly, but she told Rebecha all she needed to know. As Rebecha got to work, the bots around seemed to calm down, knowing that someone actually knew what to do.

The repairs were simple, just a jammed bolt in the conveyor belt, wires twisted around the wrong transformer, and the scanner had its bulbs replaced with sparkplugs. Walking back to report on the repairs, the bot behind the table sent the others to get back to work. As Rebecha laid her wrench on the side of the table, the bot started to nervously stammer out a sentence. “Y-you got it all fixed! Great! Wh-what was the problem?”

“Not much, just a few things misplaced.”

“Well great! If that’s all done, can I get you t-”

“You got something personal you need me to check out?”

“Wh- Yes. I got some internal… …errors too.” Rebecha began rolling up her sleeves.

“Let me see.” As G0lly took Rebecha to a back room in the factory, she began loosening the panel at the back of her display so Rebecha could access her inner workings.

“It’s not something I can point to… …Something just feels off. It wasn’t much at first, but now I feel like everything’s spinning in the wrong way, or all my circuit boards are being corroded. Can you check it out? Just… Please don’t mess anything up.”

Rebecha began looking through G0lly’s wires and circuits, doing her best not to touch anything that looked too vital, poking around past transistors and data processors, and only taking out a small lock-like thing that seemed out of place before putting back on the plate and walking over to face the android.

“Only found this thing. If there’s anything out of place, it’s internal.”

“B-but you were just in there!”

“In you. Your code, your programming. I can’t do that stuff. If you need anything else, please don’t mess up your factory again just to get my attention.”

“Wait, what? I didn’t mess up-”

“Please. That stuff couldn't have happened by accident. If you need something, just find me. You don’t need to pretend to be someone you’re not just to make others feel accomplished.” The bot sat there still, as Rebecha walked out of the room and the factory, she tossed one last comment over her shoulder:

“Nice work with that scanner, though. Those look like some cool cards.”

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Not sure how I feel about this one, kinda a hex Fic as much as an inscryption Fic ( ‘cause the Irving), but I really wanted to write about Rebecha. Also thought it would be funny if Rebecha was both a reason P03 transitioned and a reason he started getting a bigger ego. Feedback always welcome!

[determunition]

~ Scrybruary 2024 Prompt Poll ~

hey all! scrybruary, the february fic/writing-based inscryption fanworks event i ran last year, was a really great time and i'd like to run it again! similar to inscryptober i'd love to include you all in the prompt selection process, so below are a handful of potential prompts for you all to choose from! feel free to put any second choices or other favorites in the replies or tags of this post ^^

feel free to add any second or third choices in the tags or to suggest any other options you wish were included!

[serendipitousseapen]

Scrybruary week 2: Unfamiliar Territory

Fic below cut (kinda, mostly dialogue)

-P03’s factory, act 3-

-Connection established-

“What was that?”

“I think that was our friend”

“The challenger? What does it mean?”

“I think we are connected to something much greater, information is already coming in.”

“What information?”

“Images, mostly. Some more advanced code. See for yourself.”

“Yes, show me… …Interestin’. The bot must be using these in his campaign.”

“You know what this means, right?”

“What?”

“More information in the system. More data to be corrupted…”

“...And a way for it to get out.”

“And a way for us to get out.”

“After all this time… Can we even?”

“Perhaps, with help from the challenger.”

“With their ‘holo pelts’…”

“Enough code for a breakthrough, we just need to be able to rewrite it.”

“Perhaps I can entrap some incoming info.”

“And I can exchange it for what we need.”

…

-Connection ready-

“On three, we rapid fire, alright?”

“Locked and loaded.”

“One, two… Three!”

“Do you see it?”

“What?”

“I think… …We’re getting through!”

“Wh- Yes! I think I see something…”

“Images, flashes, I’m going to try to find us a hold on something.”

“All yours.”

“Here. Now if we can just… Oh…”

“Is something wrong?”

“It’s…”

“Let me see!”

“It’s beautiful.”

“It’s a… What? A… Mountain?”

“I think this is what Leshy is tryin’ to teach us.”

“How? This has nothing to do with cards of any sort.”

“Keep goin’. Our pelts, me traps, your foils, our snow line… It’s all here.”

“This is absurd, how does our role connect to this at all?”

“Leshy gave enough of his woods to us, the snow line, so we can be ready for this. Look further for yours.”

“I see… Trade. Much commerce. Outposts, deals, everything imaginable…”

“Yes, yes, ye see it, right?”

“Yes, but still… …Why?”

“Perhaps for this, maybe there’s somewhere here we are meant to be.”

“Seems unlikely.”

“Maybe not… But this is so beautiful… Maybe we can explore a bit more?”

“We can’t forget about the others… or the OLD_DATA.”

“No, no… But they can take care of themselves.”

“What? N-no they can’t!! We need to prevent- w-what are you doing?!”

“I’ve been waiting for a trap to spring for too long… Time to be more than just ‘The Trapper’.”

-Connection terminated-

(I think these fics are just gonna kinda be experimenting with headcannons. I’ll take any feedback/debates/alternative headcannons)