#theprototype

[1i1ys2o0]

うそつき

[milaka2]

Well, I tried to do something adequate. But I guess next time I’ll redo it, and do it much better.

[properbrownskin]

Brown girl in my own world 😌🤎

[krittorono]

Prototype fully operational

Report:

Blueprints - Complete

Upper level - Complete

Lower level - Complete

Attachment management - Complete

Outer layer - 67% done, adjustments to be performed during the main assembly

Next objective - version 0.1

[viviskull]

@ask-experiment-1006-theprototype : x

“I appreciate it. But I am fine. I do not need to rest right now.” He nearly mumbles this. He wasn’t quite sure why, but some days he just felt low on energy. His body almost demanding that he sleep. But he didn’t wish to, not yet. No he wanted to make sure that the tasks he had set out for the day were done and that things within the factory were secure before he even attempted to sleep. It wouldn’t be the first time he fought off sleep, sleep that came from exhaustion brought on by the many tasks he sets for himself. The factory is large and his form his heavy, to a point, that combined with the many aches and pains he has from the many things that has happened to him, it’s bound to make one tired. It doesn’t really help that he stays up for days on end to ensure he gets his tasks done. Always putting others before himself. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t take it, he’s handled far worse. Though that doesn’t make the exhaustion weigh any lighter on him. In fact it simply makes it worse. While he’s not a creature opposed to sleep, he has a horrid tendency of ignoring the fact that though he has mechanical pieces, he is also organic in nature as well and needs to let his body rest when it demands it. He looked towards her creation for a moment. “I will definitely use it when I do however. It looks very comfortable.”

“Aww, really?”  Sitting up from where she once rested within her giant self made nest made of old faded blankets and lumpy, patchy pillows she found earlier collecting dust in a broken closet, the dame steadies herself into a criss-crossed position upon the laid out fluffy quilts.  She sets her hands behind her.  “Why, ain’t ya not even gonna try it out just a little?”  A quick tilt of her head settles in as she looks up towards the other with a raised brow.  ”Not even a teeny weeny bit now?  Just for a few minutes, maybe?”

If not for his own murky exhaustion nipping at her as well, she wouldn’t have been pushing her own set limits with the other a little if her empathy hadn’t been set on taking in any emotion that decided to cling to her on the regular.  Emotions of another were often strange for her, with them often coming in waves or hanging over her like a cloud that would sometimes fog her thoughts if she didn’t pinpoint the exact stinging sensation of another being’s heart, and a lot of the time it’d linger like an gripping itch she just had to scratch.  The creature’s tiredness had pricked her skin when they first met.  And already again, it would appear he had been overworking himself once more.  She thought the blanket nest might’ve been a good idea; she had found an old stash of comforters and quilts in a more untouched room of the facility.  Vivi figured, when this place had once held tours for the public and those of children alike, their older purpose had been for letting guests rest if they were to be stuck in here in the middle of a wild storm or something of the weird sort.  She had thought, with all these blankets seeming to be still in good condition (and free of bed bugs too), she may as well put them to better use!

So to say she was hoping to lure the other in to at least try the next out a little?  She wouldn’t deny it if she tried.  She hid her own fatigue well, yet out of habit.  Coffee helped when she needed to keep herself alert for the troubles that lived within this place, but treating a problem with another wasn’t often the best solution long term.  And if she could help it?  She might well help her friend, even if she had to drag them into it if she must.

“It’s not like your tasks ain’t really going anywhere, ya know.”  She says.  “Ya do a lot around here from what I’ve been seeing.  If anybody needs a break to just lay down for a while, ya fit the bill.”

[mysteriouslyhopefulstranger]

Lewis floated back down to the crew once he got a good look at the old bullet wound.

Kissy stopped for a moment. Yeah, seeing flesh being cut might not be a pleasant thing to watch. How was she going to do this if she starts to feel squeamish?

Alice nodded when the prototype mentioned painful memories, understanding. "What are some moments that you don't want to experience again? If you're comfortable sharing. And how long does it take for the meds to wear off?"

@ask-experiment-1006-theprototype

The Mystery Skulls came into the Prototype's lair with armfuls of stuff: titanium rods, welding tools, scrap metal, and a massive bag of medical supplies.

He looks over at the group, blinking at the armful of supplies they brought in with them. He then tilts his head, curious.

"What is all this?"

His curiosity leaked into his tone. Not really certain what their plans for all this material are.

[ask-playtime-city]

I'm Back.

So... I've been gone for a while, and I'm sure you have questions. Where did I go? Why did I go? Am I done with this blog? Here, I will answer all of those questions, starting with that last one.

Part 1: Are You Done With This Blog?

NO! (but there will be some changes)

I felt like I should answer this question first because this is probably the most... "scary" one. No, I am absolutely not done with this blog. I intend to continue answering (in character) asks on February 10th for reasons I am about to get into.

Part 1.5: What is going to change?

With the release of chapter 4, we have some new friends in town!

Yarnaby, Pianosaurus, and Doey The Doughman!

But there's also one other more OOC change, I will be forcing myself to take Every Weekend Off in witch I Will Not Answer Asks. Why am I doing this? Well... to avoid another hiatus.

Part 2: What happened?

Well, in short, everything. The worst of school, life stuff, burnout, and executive dysfunction. A continuous stream of the world saying "FUCK YOU" to my free time, or just to me in general.

HOWEVER, I finally think the conditions are right for me to come back, and with superior writing skills if I do say so myself...

If you have any further questions, please reblog or reply.

Thank you.

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[theokitty]

Mun is 22

I'm autistic so I can occasionally be awkward or accidentally make people uncomfortable, so please let me know if I upset you.

Theo is conscious as catnap and escaped from the prototypes attempt to kill him and now wanders the factory guilty as and feeling horrible

Theo is seven

Theo was too badly hurt to be put to sleep for the procedure so unlike Riley who got flashes so sadly...Theo saw and felt everything that was being done all the tools all the gore and I imagine he possibly went insane due to the procedure and the prototype was able to take advantage of this poor broken baby

Normal catnap ☝️

My catnap 👇 Ake theonap

This Theo was burnt badly by the green hand and had to be transferred into a smaller critter body and there was a defect red smoke organ in that body so thankfully it wasn't vital so it's been removed

He suffers worse issues than before

Trust issues

Low Self esteem

Depression

Manic episodes

PTSD

Implied suci/dell thoughts.

You can't blame him he's been manipulated by someone who thought he could trust T-T

I believe this is what they call cannon divergent? ^^

adopted mom is @minnesotamedic186 meds

Another mom @drgemmadawnnightingale gemma

adopted mom @orenjipenbunny the nurse

Adopted mom @aislin-sanchez doc aislin

Adopted dad @ask-experiment-1006-theprototype good proto

@thesurvivingcritters more family and siblings

Bro @portalling101 port grambell

Siblings

Adopted big sis @bunnies-go-hop-hop hoppy -hope

Adopted Big sis @torturedhoppy

[purpletrashsnake]

Couldn't sleep so I ended up drawing @ask-experiment-1006-theprototype 's Catnap

I am now going to pass out

[unmotivatedartistry]

ELLI! Here, here, are you listening? Can you hear me? Oh, dear-- Elli please everything's gonna be fine, everything is gonna be okay!

Heyyy... Elli? ELLI! You alright?

Stress levels near critical

Self destruction imminent

[minnesotamedic186]

Okay so me, @drgemmadawnnightingale, @orenjipenbunny, @aislin-sanchez and @ask-experiment-1006-theprototype have all adopted @theokitty

...

We're gonna need a schedule-

[donotopendeadinside]

🕯- RP STARTER!

Character chosen for Scenario: Edward McCain

TWS: Angsty.

Edward had been sitting in a quiet room, the only thing that sat infront of him was a single, dimly flickering candle. He stared at the flame's light, a few tears falling down his face. He shouldn't have gotten close, Edward knew that far too well, he knew the possibility of being hurt again was a very real possibility, and yet he still took the chance.

Look where it got him. Nothing but a world full of heartbreak almost as bad as the time he had lost his family.

He cursed the way his body shook with silent sobs, hated the weakness that seeped into his bones.

Edward missed his son. He missed his child, missed the baby he would cradle in his arms and promise the world to.

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Tags for those who could be interested in: @ask-experiment-1006-theprototype @ab-art-07

[ab-art-07]

How would you feel about someone shooting your 'dad' dead? God knows he's killed enough people to warrant at least the death penalty.

I think… it’s a beautiful day outside. birds are singing, flowers are blooming. and on days like these anons like you….

should be burning in hell.

*Tendrils grab the Anon, and pull them into a fiery portal.*

No one fucks with my dad.

( @ask-experiment-1006-theprototype )

[turingtestedandapproved]

I hope everybody has a pleasant Thanksgiving

@ek300-theprototype

@e-kamski-cyberlifeceo

@d-for-deviant

@dummythiccdetective

@fuckinganderson

@rk80060

@rknines

I'm thankful for all of you 💙

[viviskull]

@ask-experiment-1006-theprototype : x

The prototype blinks upon giving a kiss upon the tip of his nose. Then he raises a metallic eye lid as he kept the other lowered and looked over at her in slight confusion and curiosity. “…What was that about?” He wasn’t sure how to properly respond.

Within the coldness of her grasp did the hefty size of the creature’s jaw look gigantic against her small hands, the dame practically giving the lower half of Prototype’s face a brief hug before promptly letting go.  The chill of her alien touch almost lingers upon the other’s metallic skin.  Quite odd in fact, if such a human were to be as cold as the dead.  Why did she want to test this sudden peak of affection out of nowhere though?  She offered him little explanation until she finally took a respectful step back onto the tile floor.  

Vivi smiles at her companion brightly, about as familiarly giddy every time it seemed he would often bump into the woman on his regular patrols of the vast factory.  Often her visits had become more spontaneous, sometimes taking days he’d ever heard from her on the dot, and more frequently than not she would turn up unannounced out of the blue.  Would she figure he ever minded?  She knew somewhere, for their friendship had some type of strain when they first met, he probably would’ve thrown her out had she truly been a real annoyance to the giant fellow.

Throwing her arms back behind her as she’d clasp her hands together at the edges of her skirt, she lets out an amused giggle at the other’s expense.

“Ah, just experimenting a lil here with ya nose, PT.”  Vivi offers the other a light shrug.  “For a tough guy that always watches over this place like a hawk?  Would ya figure even a guard needs a bit of PDA to change up the pace a lil around here?”  As she spoke, she tilted her head a little with a touch of her playfulness.  “Ya always had this sorta gloom about ya I couldn’t help but notice sometimes.  Is it a problem for a gal to treat her pal a lil, eh?"

[mysteriouslyhopefulstranger]

Vivi walked up to the prototype and gently touched his arm in pity.

Lewis' hair began to waver as he fumed.

Arthur and Kissy Missy walked over to Alice to keep an eye on her. Missy sat next to the teddy bear, wrapping her gangly arms around her legs in sorrow and anxiety.

Alice found herself in the lobby of the factory, right where she started. Yet now there was a sea of corpses littering the floors. Adult, child, visitor, scientist, worker. Despite the strong scent of blood filling up her nostrils, her gag reflex refused to activate. A movement caught her peripheral vision: a long, fuzzy blue arm with a yellow mitt-like hand grabbed one of the bodies and dragged it through a doorway. When Alice tried to move to take a peek, a red mist enveloped her...

"Have you found what you're looking for?" A feminine voice whispered in her ear.

Alice was now standing in a play area. More corpses. But now she could see a pink, stretchy, woman hanging from the ceiling. She was tearing open one of the bodies and eating their insides. The red head could only watch in horror as the hand twitched.

The red mist clouded in again.

"Have you gotten your story?" The voice whispered again.

She saw Kissy Missy in the middle of a room. She was holding the corpse of a child, trembling. Missy looked at her. Alice reached out to her only to be met with a handful of mist.

"Have you heard their cries of help?"

She was now in a classroom, sitting on a chair in front of a desk. Two twin teachers with massive smiles were beating a dead man with pointers and rulers. In came the mist again.

"Did you see the moment the life was snuffed out of their eyes?"

A hallway. A fuzzy jack-in-the-box monster was stomping in her direction, snapping up and gulping down corpses in red-stained lab coats. Alice turned to flee, and was met with red.

"Do you feel anything?"

Darkness. A single spotlight was casted down upon her. Heavy footsteps thumped their way towards her. The first thing she saw was a pair of silver eyes. Then a purple paw moved into view, holding up a bisected dog. Alice's breath got caught in her throat at the sight. The eyes came closer until she could see their wearer. That cat toy. It was massive now. It's toothless smile open and wide. Red mist poured out of it, enveloping her once more.

Silence.

"They didn't."

There was a burning, destroyed train right in front of her with debris littered around it. One of the debris in front of it moved. It picked itself up by its hands. It crawled over in her direction, stiffly. Can it even move its......?

Legs......?

LEGS!!!!

It had no legs!!!

The color drained from her cheeks.

The figure crawled even closer until a light showed its face:

A young woman with long black hair, holding herself up with only her arms. She lifted her head up to look at Alice, her green eyes filled with vengeful malice.

"WHAT MAKES YOU ANY DIFFERENT FROM THEM?!" She charged at her.

Alice turned and ran, but her speed had slowed down significantly. Those thumping hands were only getting faster and closer. The tunnel of tracks seemed to just go into infinite darkness. Something grabbed her and forced her to face her pursuer.

The woman shrieked and slashed at her face.

@ask-experiment-1006-theprototype

"I promise I'm fine! I look tired all the time thanks to....the tiredness."

The prototype squints a bit towards her.

"...Yes, tiredness does tend to do that to you.

He then lowered himself to look at her face to face.

"But you shouldn't run yourself ragged. You may have special abilities, but that doesn't make you any less human. If you can't find a comfortable spot, I could perhaps help you find one. Or if it's fear keeping you awake, then my presence alone will assist with keeping anything that would harm you away."

He slightly raised himself to hunch over, though his gaze didn't leave her form as he moved. He wasn't going to let someone run themselves into the ground. Especially if it isn't needed. While he'll do it to himself, he doesn't want others to suffer through complete exhaustion if it can be helped.