#wifies debunk

[popcornsupernova]

What if we were both doomed clones made for the sole purpose of farming content to get the highest viewcount just to be killed off after our purpose was served and we both wore headbands

[birdradio]

whos eye is it anyway..??

[lumizangel]

useless clone!

Based on the oomfs au :3c @pineconnie haiiii

“Trio tags” but no ken😭 sorry! Do they even have a duo name? I heard nightfall like onceeee on TikTok but I dunno… wifies/wato duo name when?!?!

[cloudeecat]

every day i miss the wifies debunk

look i know the trident was thrown in the overworld before they entered the portal to knock ken off a cliff and into lava but let me have this

loyalty duo i miss you every day come back

admittedly the words and the background were not drawn by finger. in my defence the words were becoming illegible. and the background was going to kill me if i didn’t use my apple pencil.

[mangocurist]

im locking in after this i promise. wifies debunk roleswap au belongs to @girlnadian (thank you for letting me write this snippet on it btw i am thoroughly enamoured by the concept)

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It started with the slow and steady filter of an old rumor. 

Wifies was familiar with rumors— it was these whispered thoughts of speculation, of curiosity and malice that brought him a platform in the first place, the burning drive of inquiry guiding him forward down more and more rabbit holes. It was how he found out about Nick and Andrew, uncovered decades old disappearances and laid old souls to rest. 

This time, it was a little different from anything he’d done before.

For one, Kenadian’s disappearance was something of a viral sensation. Every news broadcast, every channel, every single player even outside of the escapist community knew of what had happened.

For two whole years now, green and orange ribbons had been clipped to the sweaters of those close to her, whole servers had been recorded building memorials, and an obelisk had been erected outside of the main player HUB, dedicated to the mysterious disappearances of Kenadian and SeenSven, as well as the tens of thousands of players who had lost their lives a day or so after Ken’s vanishing feat.

Wifies had tried looking into things at first, but it didn’t tell him anything he hadn’t already known— and what was more, he hadn’t even been the first to try. There had been search and rescue teams brought onto the server where Kenadian and SeenSven had last been seen, and their efforts had turned up nothing. Not even some of the escapist's closest friends had managed to uncover any evidence of what had happened to them— hell, even IvoryCello hadn’t managed to turn up anything.

It hadn’t occurred to him to try doing anything more, until the day a letter appeared in his personal inbox.

Wifies—

It read.

I have something to ask of you. 

An anonymous sender, with no sign off and no address, detailed their request carefully, each looping curl of cursive sending an uncomfortable chill down Wifies’s spine.

I heard that Kenadian was searching for someone before she disappeared. Someone by the name of Omziscool. I hear he was an escapist, just like them. You are a master investigator, aren’t you?

Do you think you can figure out where my friend has gone?

Two days later, Wifies found himself standing in the ruined center of a now-destroyed city, with nothing but a lantern to light his way through the dark.

It was… well, eerie is really the only description he could give it. It had the quality of a place long forgotten, though it had been only really two years since Kenadian’s apparent arrival and subsequent disappearance. 

He passed by structures that looked to be burnt out from their insides, remnants of what must have once been a thriving community now turned to nothing but ash. Remains of what looked to be human bone and blackened metal, cast in piles and piles of dirt and grime brushed against Wifies’s sneakers as he searched the area in hopes of finding a single clue as to where Kenadian could have gone.

It wasn’t until he reached the remains of a small compound that he found his first of a few hints.

To be clear, Wifies wasn’t sure it was a compound to begin with. The entrance to the place had been blocked off completely, having fallen in on itself and given way to the heavy weight of the dozens and dozens of hoppers that looked to have been piled on to the structure, possibly as a way to ensure that no one could enter or leave. Whoever had done this— because he was sure it had to have been someone covering up their tracks, judging from the inconsistency from the rest of the damage that had been done around the city, with the lack of any visible damage— had wanted badly to keep this place secret and inaccessible. 

Whether that was to guard what was inside from the outside, or vice versa— well, that was what he was here to discover.

Luckily, it didn’t seem that the compound had been built with barriers against hacked items in mind. A swipe from a debug stick pushed the hoppers out of the way with a few clashes and bangs, and Wifies pushed open the ruined iron door, wincing as it swung open on its one remaining hinge loudly.

“Hello?” Wifies said aloud, shoulders sagging when he heard no reply. 

Admittedly, it was a bit of a far reach— after all, expecting someone to stick around a ghost town like this was already crazy enough. Expecting someone to still be in a facility that looked to have been purposely destroyed and hidden away, for some reason or another, was plain insane. 

Still, the lack of response— lack of anything, really— was making him feel uneasier than ever. 

As he walked deeper into the compound, it became clearer what this place had been used for. It looked to have been a holding cell or research facility of some sort— though, to be clear, Wifies hadn’t seen any actual cells yet. There were scrapes on the floor that could have been made by weapons, but also looked like they could’ve been scratched in by a particularly fierce hybrid’s claws. Wifies reached for the feather hanging from his neck as he compared the marks, ultimately deciding that it was more likely to have been the imprints of a trident. A few iron bars laid scattered on the ground, leading him through the winding hallways like a trail of breadcrumbs.

It was at the end of that trail that he made his first breakthrough, staring through the gaps of the bars walling off the empty prison cell. 

A scrap of green fabric laid on the ground, and just as Wifies was about to reach for it—

1 New Message from Wato1876

This user is not in your contacts.

Wato1876: Wifies, right?

Wato1876: I heard you’re looking for a friend of mine.

Wato1876: You probably won’t get very far on your own

Wato1876: So here’s a hint for you

Wato1876: daedalus.labyrinth.net

Wato1876: Good luck! I’m rooting for you :)

Well. That… changed things.

Wifies turned around, snapped a photo of the cell, and before he could think twice about it, reached through the bars to wrap the fabric around his hand. He couldn’t imagine what he could even use it for, but it was as good a reminder as any to make him keep on track.

Then, without any idea of what he was about to throw himself into, or even a plan for how he could get to Kenadian and help him out of wherever he’d found himself—

He typed in the IP address on his communicator.

Wifies has joined the server.

[wan-deringperson]

i'm so happy the kenadian-wifies-wato april fools debunk arg is getting more tumblr people into kenadian lore (i need people to talk to about it and everywhere else people will think i'm really weird)

[manyminded]

girl help I started thinking too hard about clonefies digestive system

like… he has to have some waste disposal, right?? does he eat? it would make sense he’d have to at some point for an escape room, but he obviously doesn’t have a normal stomach. is he able to eat normal food or only like, coal and oil??? what happens to the waste product?? does he have a panel on his stomach that he can remove and just. take it out by hand??? CAN HE SHIT????????

[pineconnie]

wifies debunk cabinet man from clonefies perspective and touch tone telephone from ken’s perspective. someone please seem my vision

[manticorecure]

lowkey im kinda obsessed with selkie zam

[sane-tkdbblog]

Towa's April Fool voice line, is Haru lied about something like this?

[popcornsupernova]

Someone should put clonefies in parkour civilization tbh i wanna see him go through situations

[birdradio]

3 mimirs

[lumizangel]

FLASH WARNING

Evilfies edit!

Is he single I’m asking for a friend…

[girlnadian]

i really do think people mistake kens occasional rudeness for a level of vengefulness or violence that she straight up doesnt have. and if you watch the debunk videos i can see how it happens, because she comes across as kind of a bully, but i feel like that only really happens if its prompted in some way. and even then its never really angry, its just petty. ken hates liars and cheats and frauds and people who are obtuse on purpose, but ken also doesnt hate, really. in most situations, ones involving people she cares about even a little, ken has always been very awkward and startlingly pessimistic

proton is the best example of this, but even in watos 100 days, ken is the one who Gives Up. they dont even go a week before entirely fucking off and seemingly disappearing forever. and i think its really interesting: that ken gives up. shes very, very smart, but as soon as she cant find an immediate solution, or its outside her area of expertise, or shes put in a situation where the solution isnt a technical, logical one, she stops trying. she retreats first during fights. shes good at acting, but she also doesnt really understand people and why they do or want the things they do. she wont take solutions where someone gets hurt, and if someone has to be hurt it should be her, and if thats not an option then theres no solution. and she gives up

ken can be a menace, they play around and they tease and etc. but ken being mean has only ever really applied to the specific niche where shes very passionate and she knows people are doing things wrong On Purpose, or shes been directly challenged in some way. otherwise shes jist kind of a little nerd

[arckade]

Kade may I please have a kww in snuggle-able plushie flavor…. (´･ω･`)

do not separate them ^_^

[saiintvalentiine]

hmm... kww playing uno?

I don't actually know how to play uno. can you cheat? idk but I think if anyone could, it'd be wifies. kww game night chaos for my beloved crab 💕

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It's usually a bad idea to play a game with Ken. He's stubborn and competitive and also willing to bite if it comes down to it. But this is also what makes it a really, really good idea to play against Ken, because winning him pisses him off like nothing else.

“Uno!” Wifies yells.

“Fuck you!” Ken screeches.

Wato groans, three cards left in their hand. Ken has about half the deck in hand.

Card counting is all about math. Wifies is really, really good at math. He's also an asshole when he wants to be, and Wato just cooked him in Monopoly. Capitalist bastard. So now he's ruining both Wato and Ken's night.

“There's no way you're not cheating somehow,” Ken says, pointing an accusatory finger across the table at Wifies, tail lashing and teeth bared. “I will strip you down, do not test me.”

“Buy him dinner first Ken, jeez,” Wato says.

Wifies fans his fingers out, wiggling them. His sweater sleeves slide down innocently.

“He's won five consecutive rounds! It's not possible!”

Ken drops his cards onto the table and stalks over. Wifies scooches his chair towards Wato, who drapes an arm over the back of his chair as soon as he's close enough.

“Wato, I think he's gone insane,” Wifies stage whispers into Wato's dark green ear, grinning wide.

“I'm losing too y'know,” Wato says, turning to look down as Wifies presses into their side to escape Ken. “I really should be on his side here.”

Wifies flutters his lashes at Wato as Ken’s nails hook into his sweater and tug.

“Wato, save me!”

“Maybe I wanna see you sweaterless too.”

“This is about integrity! Not flirting!” Ken yells.

“That's barely flirting,” Wato waves off as Wifies is manhandled out of his sweater through yelps. “Another round?”

“Yes,” Ken hisses, ying-yang sweater in one hand and Wifies's ear in another.

Wato snorts and begins shuffling the cards again.