the-wicked-science-of-love

[the-wicked-science-of-love]

Hey hi hello!

What's up?

I'm sorry I stopped reposting my stuff from my main for about twelve days, I was up to some business.

I was cooking up some stuff because the thoughts, the creative ideas never stop.

So here we have a line up of evil bastards, Beau to the right with a brand new human design that's been tweaked, because I'm re-doing his bigger body.

Harley Sawyer with an upgraded design, added some sweater textures and redid his whole head and hair making it much bigger.

And finally to the right we have the brand new Leith Pierre design!? That's right, this trust fund baby has enough presence in my self ship au to earn himself a design

Next would be Bruno White as he has the second most presence in my story aside from the prototype, but that thing is gonna be fucking hard to draw.

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A gentle embrace from heaven

Originally posted April 26th

Alright, this is the single most self indulgent shit I've ever written in my entire life and I love it. A lot of sappy, gay, romantic fluff because I'm a delusional little yearner like that.

Now the warnings again which I post before every story. If Harley wasn't out of character enough in the last story this one will beat it by a landslide okay? I still write very literally and it's very mediocre, I want to improve my skills but my ideals have always been fun first. The last one is canon divergence, at this point I've been calling it my own little AU, where the angel takes on a much different path in life.

Finally, here is my funky cringe story.

Beau was occupying his bigger body form, moving quickly through the darkness propelled by his freakishly long arms. Grabbing onto pipes, protruding metal pieces, and corners to move himself forward. He was barreling his way toward the Doctor's lab, returning to their shared lair to continue to plot out the next phase of their plan. As soon as he enters the area they created for themselves, he puts himself right by Harley’s numerous bodies. Sitting beside a particular one with a green dyed torn sheet worn like a cloak, Beau closes his eyes and transfers to his new body.

They had made some considerable progress since starting their partnership, causing everyone to split up into their own factions fighting against each other for power was easy. Eliminating every one of them who was smart enough to try and gain control was hard, but for them it wasn't impossible. Mommy Longlegs was the first to fall, her stringy body being mistakenly caught in a crusher and taking her out of the picture. And any toys in the area were either captured for further testing, or destroyed and extracted for poppy gel. With her gone, their next target ws Catnap which should be easy since he curiously began to work alone.

Meanwhile Beau and Harley’s situational friendship evolved into that of a genuine one, as they got to talking more in the background of their plotting. They bonded over things they mutually enjoyed, finding they surprisingly still have a lot in common, as well as reminiscing on the past they spent together. This opened the door for deeper conversations, getting to know each other outside of surface level bonds. What their homes were like, what their schools were like, what their lives were like. Everything before and after, every difference, every similarity.

There's no telling when their affections evolved from platonic to romantic, eventually compliments and praise became flirts and intimate discussions. Eventually physical touch entered the picture, it started with the odd hug here and there. Then it became embraces, cuddling, hand holding, nuzzling, the list goes on. Harley used to be so abrasive about any form of touch, just a few years ago, only allowing handshakes he initiated. But now he was desperate for it, whenever they were in private together he became downright possessive over it. There was no reason to engage in such behaviors and yet they did, living vicariously through their robot forms even though they couldn't feel each other's touch.

As the monitor flickered to life on the robot, a row of jagged teeth appeared on its flat surface. Feral and wild like a carnivorous, hungry animal, opposite to the typical menacing eye that peers out over you in a judgemental squint. In addition to gaining a deeper meaning to the term partners, Beau has been given permission to take control of Harley's spare bodies. This is to keep his human form hidden from the public, as its purpose becomes a much more personal use. He moved deeper inside the lab, directly to its core, as he entered he called out for his beloved.

“Ley ley! I'm back from scouting the third level!! I think I found quite a few unmonitored entry points that we could use!! Even one that goes directly to Catnap’s lair!!”

Beau picked up a nearby clipboard and began jotting everything he found down on one page, and on another he began to draw a crude map.

“Oh! And I've taken the liberty of figuring out when the opposing rebel groups will and won't be in the area!!”

He fills up more and more pages with ideas and visuals for various plans of action, as he begins to get a bit worried about a lack of response.

“Lee!? Are you alright!? Are you there!?”

Nothing. Beau enters the back office area which they had made their personal home, and finds it empty. He goes back out into the main area and begins to search for clues.

“Harley! Don't make me send Yarnaby out to find y- oh wait a minute..”

He trails off in thought as it occurs to him his other half’s might still be occupied with a solo project he'd been working on in secret. He'd be finishing it today but needs as much time as possible to get the finishing touches right.

“Nevermind! I just now remembered! Come out when you're ready.”

Just as Beau begins to boot up one of Harley's computers for a classic game of 3D space pinball, when he hears footsteps approaching from behind.

“Ah there you are, pretty boy. Sorry for all the shouting but you remember the last time it… happened…”

As he turned to face him, there standing before him was Harley Sawyer, just as he was before. Strikingly as human as possible, as if nothing had ever happened in the years since Beau last saw his face. Beau in the robot loomed over him, shaking a little as he began to try and collect himself to speak.

“H…hooww did you do that? I mean I know how you did it, I showed you how, I even wrote it down for you but wh-”

“This was my secret project, it felt lonely being so robotic while you got to be a human. So I made up my mind and decided to join you, though I improved upon your original formula quite a bit.”

“I… oh my god… it's been so long since I've seen your face… I'm at a loss for words! I can't even begin to comprehend this- I… it's really you!”

Beau reached out a hand to touch him but stopped as he realized. “Wait, let me greet you human to human, like old times. Eh, you did restore connection to my body once you were done tinkering with it right?”

Harley just nods his head “I finished my work on your body as well, it should still be on the examination table.”

Beau immediately takes off before standing outside the door, and transferring his consciousness from a borrowed body to his own. Immediately lots of things felt odd, new to him now, but not completely unfamiliar. He pushed aside those feelings as he ran out the door back to Harley, stopping just in front of him now looking up into his eyes.

“My goodness… It's been so long. You don't know how much this means to me right now.. How much you mean to me.. Fuuuuck! I hate being unable to cry. Do you know how long I've waited? How I longed and wished to see you again, as you?”

“Your wish has been granted, I am here again. Though we could never be the same, we could never be as we were.”

“I don't care, I still love you. I have always loved you, I will always love you. Damn, that feels good to say out loud! But-”

“But?”

“Sorry, it's probably too much for the first time I've said that to you.”

“Nonsense, it's just the two of us now in our own space, no prying eyes so I don't mind. And besides, I love you too.”

Beau feels flustered, though his face can't really express it by becoming flush with red.

“So, what exactly did you do with my body?”

“I made it's capabilities match my own, now we will be able to feel the sensation of touch. I have placed a multitude of sensors beneath our skin, so we can feel again. It won't be as sensitive as before, I could only make so many between our bodies. But it's enough to at least feel something, as it connects wirelessly to the brain.”

Beau lifts a hand again and gently puts it up to Harley’s face, caressing his cheek softly as now he can feel sensations again. Harley leans into the touch, smiling with an unfamiliar joy. Not only did his invention work wonderfully, but it also felt so peaceful to him. Beau slowly lets go of his face, then grabs Harley's hand to hold, fingers interlocking together. The sensation is alien to them but the more they touch, the more it comes back to them. The stimulation gradually becomes as natural as their sight and hearing, all like it was before.

“You never cease to amaze me, my love. Your technology remains nothing short of incredible.”

“You can't expect anything less when you're in the presence of the best. Is there anything else you would like to try?”

“Oh hell yeah.”

Beau lets his hand go and swiftly pulls in Harley for a kiss, he has to stand up on his tippy toes and pull him down a little bit to make it work. The passion between them is electric, literally, the lights around them begin to blink and fizzle as Harley's hardware bursts with excitement. And the best part of them not having lungs, is they can kiss as many times as they'd like and not have to breathe. The only thing stopping their frantic making out was a light fixture on the ceiling bursting.

“Oops.” Harley says as he pulls away, holding Beau up by the hips. The other is in a daze of pure joy, unable to think about anything but the feeling of love he shares.

Eventually Beau stands himself up and speaks. “Holy shit, that was hot! Speaking of, have I ever told you how hot you are? I mean seriously you are really smokin’ out here.”

Harley snickers as he hears his partner be completely enamored with him, it's equally amusing as it is amazing to feel that love. “Flatter me.”

“Okay so you're really tall, which I didn't really care about before but now you're really strong. Which means you can pick my ass up, and toss me around! It's going to be really great for me, because I love being pinned to the wall. Also you're naturally just really hot, I mean have you seen your face? Gorgeous.”

“Your obsession with me is shocking yet never unwanted. And after everything I can truthfully say I would tell you the same, although a tad more dignified. You are mine, and mine alone you hear me? Nothing else gets to lay claim to you in any sort of way without my express permission you hear me?”

“Possessive are we? Not a problem. In fact, I think it's really hot how bossy you are. You kept me pining for a very long time no matter how mean or nasty you got. I promise to be very devoted to you.”

“Good, that's my little angel.”

“Hmm, angel? That's a new one. You typically aren't the type for creative pet names. Why the change?”

“I came up with it in the moment just now, it even has a slight meaning to it, if you’d like to hear it.”

“Yes, absolutely I would love to.”

Harley hesitates a bit before going off on a ramble, almost nervous to be doing this so outwardly. “You're so clever for coming up with the greater of this plan, and so swift when bringing death upon the things we've needed to take out. You're a sign from above for it all to end, though I believe in no gods. An angel from the heavens to reign chaos over this fractured order, an angel to deal a swift death to those whose time is overdue.”

Beau tilts his head and raises an eyebrow at him in curiosity. “I think you've been spending too much time with the Prototype, though I don't exactly hate the sentiment.”

“Going so long without mortal flesh can really change you in ways you never were before. Some of them are wanted, others, unwanted. I never considered a lot of things about you, about us, until I was stripped of myself and changed so much. My mind is clearer yet still so lost in a fog, I don't liken myself to a religious man. But our experiments, they get to talking a lot, about prophecies, about someone who will turn the tide in their favor.”

“The rebel groups are the same, only.. Poppy talks about it more than Doey and Dogday. Like father, like daughter, I suppose. And.. I honestly don't blame you for having your mind stray and actually start considering their holy bullshit. When it comes down to it, deep within ourselves, we're all men who fear mortality. I would be lying if I said I never wished for a higher power to help me through this, no matter if I believed in one or not. Guess that's one thing that never changed about me.”

Harley went quiet, in a bit of embarrassment that he's ever sincerely considered something even remotely religious. What has he become since being made into an experiment, how far has his integrity fallen? Even when steeped in self loathing, he noticed a double meaning to Beau’s words, something was bothering him.

“Is there something on your mind?” He asked after a bit of silence.

Beau felt ashamed and uncertain, but he knows better than to hide something from Harley. He slowly nods his head before speaking in a low tone. “Are we- are we sure we want to go through with taking out Catnap?”

Harley chuckles in disbelief, “Really? After all this time, all this effort spent carefully planning the elimination of our experiments you are getting cold feet?”

“It's.. it's different now than before, at the start of everything I couldn't care if I lived or died. I threw caution to wind because there wasn't anything left for me. But you, you opened up to me, we became friends again, and then we became something amazing. Killing Catnap will send the Prototype flying into a blind rage, but what if he gets smart and realizes that the resistances would never attack Catnap out of fear. What if when we blow up Safe Haven, Doey realizes that the Prototype couldn't have figured out where it was. What if they both catch onto us and attack us instead? The risks we're taking are too much, and I don't wanna lose you. I love you so much it hurts.”

“Listen to me, Beauregard. We. Are going to be. Fine. We are more intelligent than them by a landslide, we are stronger and have the manpower to boot, trust me when I say anything they throw at us at the last minute we will handle it. Do you understand me? We reign above them in every way, these toys will know their place at the bottom and that is where they will rot.”

Beau nods reluctantly, he still carries the weight of his doubts but tries to ignore them for Harley’s words. Harley notices and pulls him in close for an embrace, it's uncommon for him to initiate anything, but recognizes that this is a special case. He tilts his head up to look at him with one hand so they can make eye contact with each other, that way what he says next might actually stick with him.

“Be secure in knowing that we are in this together, you and I will do this together. There is nothing stopping us when we collaborate and handle this as a team. I love you too, Beau, we can do this.”

Beau leans into him and hums with content, this satisfies his answer, he enjoys the embrace for as long as possible. Harley places a peck on his head before resting his cheek there, and they enjoy this moment together.

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Something silly I did that I haven't even posted on my main, a Harley Sawyer cosplay in Animal Crossing

I had another ACNH phase a month earlier and decided to make the pretty boy because I love him. I was also going to join the Harleyverse casino by giving him a little bunny suit costume. However I fell off the game before I could obtain the bunny ears.

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Reconciliation is the first step forward

Originally posted April 2nd

Months after their previous exchange, the two of them once again found themselves within each other's presence. Forced together against their will, as each was cunningly kidnapped and thrown together in an enclosed space. Beau came too first, startling when he saw one of the Doctor’s bodies slumped over across from him. He quickly took in his surroundings and realized they had been trapped in a broken down elevator. At first he tried to go for the hatch at the top, only to find it welded shut. Next he tried to pry open the doors, but those wouldn't budge under his strength. As his eyes frantically darted around the room, the Doctor began to wake up behind him.

“You.”

The two stared at each other for one silent moment before the TV head leapt at the android. They immediately began to brawl with each other, fists flying. The two fought like animals, banging into the walls causing the elevator to shake and sway. They did not care, laying into the other hard since their last encounter ended so sour. The only thing to put a stop to it was a loud snap, then the elevator involuntarily tilted forward. They looked at each other and then the elevator, then began a desperate attempt to return to their main bodies. But something was wrong, something was blocking them, they looked at each other with a mutual look when Beau spoke.

“Truce, truce before this elevator snaps and plummets us to our deaths.”

“It is a rare, once in a lifetime event for me to agree with you. And yet, I agree.”

The two go silent again, Beau looking for ways to escape while Harley tries to think of how he got in this mess in the first place.

“Did you also feel a buzzing in your head before blacking out? I think someone zapped the neural link connecting me to my body, since I can't seem to get a connection.”

“No. Unlike you I am not limited to bodies. I am everywhere inside this facilities’ technology. Whoever it was, had to methodically block every connection I had outside of the one I was using at that moment.”

“Either the resistance to the Prototype’s reign has suddenly gotten smarter, or there's something new around here trying to put an end to us.”

“Impossible, I would have known a long time ago if some unfortunate soul stumbled into the factory. There is nowhere they could hide where I cannot see them.”

“Then who would be smart enough to think up such a plan? Because I seriously don't believe the rebel group has gotten smart enough to do this to us.”

Harley doesn't answer, taking a long moment to think about an answer when it comes to him. Even when his face is only a singular eyeball, it can still portray emotions in its own little way. It flickers from sudden realization to immense confusion and even a hint of doubt.

“The Prototype. It is… nonsensical yet still possible this was the work of 1006.”

Beau raises an eyebrow at him before responding. “The Prototype.. the guy that you literally work under.. trapped you with me in an elevator that could me moments from collapsing and killing us both?”

“Inane I know, but it's the only possibility. I just can't even begin to fathom why. I am still of use to it, so therefore it would not dispose of me with you if it has decided it no longer wants you in the picture. It knows we're always at each other's throats, we've gone beyond rivals now, we are enemies. What is the point in this?”

Beau closes his eyes and nods, starting to paint a bigger picture in his mind, and then it hits him. But how does one even bring up such a concept to such a man so aggressive at the slightest hair trigger. First, perhaps, a question needs to be asked.

“Has 1006 ever mentioned if I'm useful to it?”

Harley looks aghast at this question. “It’s not like I have casual conversations with the thing, it gives me orders and I execute them. You are a chaotic little... pain in my ass! If anything the only use you would be of to it is if you sided with me. Which is preposterous and would never happen.”

“Maybe that's what it wants to happen.”

Harley makes a strangling motion with his hands. “ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS!?”

Beau throws his hands up in defense. “Hear me out- hear me out- this is some form of forced trust exercise. We have to get over ourselves and then work together to get the hell out of here. Then in the future we will be open to working together again and then just like that we’re teammates.”

“I would rather the cable and chain keeping this elevator suspended mid-air, snap and send us plummeting to our doom.”

“Fine by me, I would never listen to the Prototype anyway. Taking orders from our experiments like we're lesser than them, our creations, the things that we made? Absolutely not.”

“I’m only doing that to survive, it’s intelligence is one thing but it's strength is another.”

“I defeated you in a battle, I'm sure I could handle it.”

“Your arrogance will be your undoing.”

“Likewise. In fact, it's already happened once before.”

The two turn away from each other, absolutely furious with each other over every word uttered. When it's abruptly ended by the Doctor, suddenly standing up and beginning to go through every method of escape, having as much success as Beau did.

“Credit where credit is, regretfully, due. 1006 is efficient in forcing us to comply with it one way or another. Now what will it take for you to aid me in forcing the door open?”

“You!? Asking me!? For help!? Why, I thought I'd never see the day!”

“Beauregard, enough with the tongue! Just do this one thing!”

“Or what, H a r l e y ? Are you going to attack me? Berate me? There is nothing that I could gain from this-”

“Your freedom is what you gain from this.”

“Mmmno. I need more to go on than that.”

“Oh my- fffine. How about… mmm… I never retaliate to you getting in the way of my work.”

“My that's a strong offer! It almost makes mine.. uneven. Suppose then I'd have to sweeten the pot too. How about, in turn I stop my antics? We go our separate ways, not as enemies, but as strangers.”

“Whatever makes you open the door faster.”

“Then it's a done deal.” Beau gets up and right as he's about to start he hesitates, then stops and shakes his head.

“Oh, what the hell is it now?”

“The Prototype still expects something to come from this. Even if I did help you, it will expect us to work together again in the future, and I don't want that. I will stay unaffiliated for as long as possible, even if it kills me, because such life forms are below me. If I can't extract info from them to further the lengths of science, then they aren't to be bothered with. Powerful or not.”

“As much as I agree with you, in this situation I can’t do something as simple as dissent like that. I have no desire to be snuffed out by 1006, and you have no idea the lengths it will go through to keep us playing our part. You are only on the outside looking in, you truly can't comprehend it until you're in my position.”

“Then we're at an impasse, even if we can work together for a single cause. The Prototype will always keep us apart.”

“I can think of many other things keeping us apart.”

“Don't even start-”

“If we are going to die here, then what better way to waste our final moments at each other's throats.”

“Fucking-”

“Your favoritism by everyone around us has always gone to your head.”

“Favoritism!?”

“Yes. You are well liked because you disguise yourself as something approachable. Whereas I never hid my true nature, I am always honest, upfront, and blunt. If that makes me unlikable, I do not care, never have. But it's when you get preferred for everything over me because you hide it, that's where we have an issue.”

“First of all, It is not my god damn fault you have self image issues and need to constantly prove yourself better than me. Secondly, any favoritism is purely out of my control, putting on a mask is easy because it gets you through the day. Things get done when people aren't afraid of you or downright hate you.”

“I will never put on a mask, what you see is what you get, it's a waste of time to pretend to be anything else. Science goes by faster when you become as cold-hearted as me, and it's simply not my problem that anyone else would see otherwise.”

“I know you're so unbothered by it because you spent every miserable day working with me, reminding me of it. Started even before I was hired as your apprentice, when we were younger and you left me at the program we met in!!”

This triggered something deep within Harley, he makes a swift movement forward and presses an accusatory finger into Beau’s chest. “LEFT YOU!?”

“Oh yes! You left me! The one person in my entire 32 pathetic years of living, I ever dared to think of as a true friend, left me behind because he was always better in every way imaginable. Every day we spent together doing truly spectacular things, until you slowly stopped seeing me and you disappeared altogether. I spent weeks wondering what I did wrong until I had to overhear that you LEFT!!”

“I NEVER LEFT THE YOUNG GENIUSES PROGRAM, I WAS REMOVED BY ELLIOT LUDWIG HIMSELF!!!”

“...What…”

“When you're as brilliant as I am, life is filled with traitorous people ready to stab you in the back at a moment's notice. As you were being practically worshipped by the counselors at the program, I was left in the shadows without praise or recognition for my work. That's when Ludwig appeared to personally mentor me, we spent hours together, working on the most fantastic thing you could ever conceive of. When the poppy seeds you gave me grew into flowers, I began to play around with its properties and I discovered its effect on dying and dead cells. The poppy gel, that was my creation, my discovery would have given me everything. But it was stolen from me when I was removed from the program for showing my true nature too much around Ludwig. Furious wouldn't even begin to describe how that betrayal felt.”

“I… I'm sorry… I had never known…”

“Why would anyone tell you? The late great Elliot Ludwig was the brilliant one accredited to everything. It would not come as a surprise to me if it was revealed he took the credit for other's work as well.”

“If… it brings you any.. peace of mind, I.. did wonder if it came from my poppy seeds. And seeing you know your way so well around it- but I was still missing some key details so it never stuck. Still I had my suspicions and knowing what I know now, I believe- I believe you deserved everything for it.”

Harley seemed to be comforted by that, if only for a second, only to be replaced with discontent.

“You have no idea how much I envy you for living the life I was supposed to live.”

Beau rolled his eyes a little “Are you kidding? The crap they put me through was the worst.”

“Enlighten me.”

“Once you were gone they put me on a pedestal above everyone else, now everyone who avoided me before avoided me even worse out of jealousy. And if they came to me, it was only to take advantage of me, as if faking being my friend would get them in “the spotlight” too. That stayed throughout my entire life, and was made worse when I graduated out of the program and immediately tossed into highschool. I was 12 years old in highschool!! You have no idea what that did to my ability to emotionally mature around people my age. So now I'm stunted and graduating at 16 and without even a chance to breathe, it's off to college for me. The damage it did to my mentality is wicked, but if I just keep pushing on then I'll never have to deal with it.”

“I was right, it does sound like my dream.”

“Excuse me!?”

“Unlike you I don't need the stimulus of other people in a genuine connection. I can live on moving through life at such an advanced pace only reserved for someone as intelligent as me. And what genuine praise I did receive would only be from people who are worthy enough to give it. This would have gotten me something like a Nobel prize for all my work.”

Beau just sighs, defeated, before sitting back down again with his back to the Doctor. Harley sits with his back against Beau’s, something that startles the android. He's allowing their backs to touch, but why, because of the compliment? It was only the bare minimum to Beau.

“Hey… did you even like being my friend back then?”

“I did, yes.”

“Really?”

“I appreciated that someone could match my intelligence, with the bonus of someone who could do all the people pleasing for me. I could listen when you talked so much that I let you do it for me, and it made things vastly easier.”

Beau shifted his weight to lean more against Sawyer's back.

“And I appreciated that you were more stern than I, you could put your foot down and say no when I couldn't. You never thought of me as obnoxious, you actively engaged in my rambles because you thought they were meaningful.”

Both go quiet before Beau speaks again

“We really were better as friends. Do you ever think we could become friends again?”

“My companionship would not be the same as when we were children, too much has changed within me.”

“And yet even when we were rivals, we had small, scattered moments of getting along. I still liked those interactions. I still liked being your friend in those instances.”

“Even from that point, I've still changed, this existence as I am right now is the farthest from human I'll ever be. I still have my mind but I have nothing external, no senses, no needs, no desires, I am nothing. It's made me go deeper over the edge. What little emotion I had in the first place, is fleeting, all that's left is anger and hate. I can't be your friend because I don't feel at all, much less being friendly.”

Beau turns around in that moment, then he moves himself in front of the Doctor, forcing him to keep eye contact.

“If that's true then why are you still talking to me, Harley. Why did you bother to go out of your way to put your back to mine when neither of us can feel it. Why have you gone just beyond talking to me because you were forced to, because you have no other choice in this situation.”

Harley starts to turn away, but Beau won't let him, he grabs him by the shoulders and forces him still.

“You lead with your anger and it turned into you opening up to me, genuinely. Why? I have a hypothesis. Anger. Hate. Rage. Upset. Frustration. All of that negativity is still emotion, and it's just as powerful as the positive ones. You have to care about something enough to hate it, true lack of emotion to something is apathy. Which you've displayed before to those in your experiments, and general lack of willingness to interact with anyone outside of those you directly worked with. Your insistence to hate me even now as we're already dead and still somehow dying, is still a form of caring.”

The doctor manages to pull away, it was uncomfortably close and too personal for his tastes.

“Even if your theory is right and hating is ultimately a form of caring. Even if we made up after 20, no, 30 years since we were young. It still doesn't amount to anything because you and your opinions about 1006.”

Beau backs away as well, giving him the space he wants.

“Alright you have me there, I'll give you that but I've been thinking, what if it doesn't have to be that way.”

“Did you forget about it's power, I specifically recall directly warning you that it's more than capable-”

“But you can still betray it and break free from the help of me. I will join your side and only yours and together, you and I can play them all for fools.”

“You don't mean-”

“The resistance is involved, yes. Poppy doesn't magically escape a locked box on her own after all. And poor Dogday really wouldn't have survived Catnap without some external help.”

“And you've been meddling in their affairs because?”

“Because I've been paying attention to all the little things you haven't, they're going to turn on each other, and soon. And once that happens, it'll spark a chain reaction of betrayals. You are not the only follower who's discontent with the Prototype’s ideas, all of them will turn on each other. The results will be fascinating to study, they're going to take each other out and we can pick off whoever survives.”

Harley shakes his head, but not out of disapproval.

“You never fail to disappoint, Beauregard. Yes I do believe a partnership is viable, we have everything to gain with us working together. We can make your plan work, and come out in our rightful place at the top of the food chain.”

“Great, I'll pull from the bottom and you'll pull from the top.” Beau says as he gets up and quickly prepares to pry the door apart. “Because I'm shorter than you, and we'll start pulling on the count down from three.”

Harley gets up, standing behind him and putting his clawed hands in the crack of the elevator door.

“3..

2..

1..

Pull!”

Both of them force the doors apart in synchronized strength, once it was opened enough both can slip out, they assessed the situation.

“We're dangling quite high above the ground, and there's no way we could get a solid grip on the chain keeping it up.”

“There is a maintenance ladder running through this elevator shaft, if we rocked it again we could use the swinging motion to launch ourselves onto it.”

“Say less.”

Beau ran between the door and the wall, causing it to sway back and forth, once there was enough momentum he leapt out and hastily grabbed onto the ladder rungs. Harley was next copying his exact moves until the chain holding the elevator finally snapped, causing the elevator to begin plummeting downward as he jumped onto the ladder just below Beau. It hit the ground with a crash large enough the building shook, the two of them exchanged a look of relief as they hurriedly climbed the ladder until they found a point where they could get off and enter the building again.

“Really glad I didn't take any longer to keep talking, though I'm sorry I let it get to that point in the first place. And I'm also sorry about stealing the sp-”

“You can apologize more once we begin working together. For now, we must split ways and reconnect ourselves. Meet me in my lab once you're done, and we can get started. Do not disappoint me on this, I'm trusting you, Beau.”

Harley Sawyer closes his eye and shakes his head. Before sulking off in the shadows back to his lab.

“Sounds like a deal.” He says then scurrying off to find his body.

[the-wicked-science-of-love]

Originally posted March 23rd

Huzzah!! Here's a standalone post dedicated to my self insert/OC/sona thing for PPT. Some changes I made to his android form is making it plus sized like me irl and changing up his colors. Didn't use a base this time just some heavy references, not sure if those are needed to be credited.

But otherwise here's some small additional facts about him, word of warning though, this is canon divergent because I'm not too familiar with PPT's lore:

He's trans, like me, though it was incredibly uncommon in the 80s-90s, it wasn't not a thing. Surgeries were expensive, and HRT was hard to get on, not to mention the name and gender change being pretty much impossible. So a lot of it he had to DIY, almost killing himself during the process of double mastectomy and later a hysterectomy. But it's all chill because he got some professionals to help him finish the job. He goes by his last name Beauregard or Beau for short, and has somehow made his first name classified within the workplace.

He's also not at all innocent, at first starting as a lab assistant but then promoted to fellow researcher to Sawyer. He was directly responsible for turning some children into toys like suggesting and adding Matthew for Doey, creating the Dogday, Mommy Longlegs, and Kissy Missy bigger bodies

However this doesn't mean me, in real life condones child murder and abuse, this is fiction and this character is more OC than self insert. Though we draw some physical and mental similarities, I'm not for all that bullshit.

And now for the super mega cringe part:

This is what he is actually, the android is something he can control but he is actually a bigger bodies toy himself. He performed the operation on himself, almost entirely on his own (still not strong enough to finish them, is he?). I know what you're thinking, bootleg Furby? Yes. Bootleg Furby. The company's sales were going through the ground into the Earth's core, so what do they resort to?

A rushed bootleg they pretty much stole from a competitor before it was even released. Actual bootlegs tended to remove the iconic faceplate and give it separate eyes and mouth. Some of them gave it this ugly oval beak (yes even before Peepys were a thing). Others decided to give it a v mouth like typical bird anatomy, so I decided to throw that in too. As well as slapping on some arms, all to avoid a lawsuit. I included the 2005 model's weird side legs, just for added effect.

But it's okay because he can still get around anyways, since his arms can stretch (less like Doey more grotesque like Catnap) to be longer and he can move around kinda like Jackie from SOTM.

[the-wicked-science-of-love]

First Encounters of the Monstrous Kind

Originally posted March 24th

Same general warnings still apply here, that being kinda out of character and a literal dialogue writing style. But a new one being thrown into the ring is canon divergence, lots of canon divergence. Like I said in the post introducing my OC, I'm not very familiar with PPT lore, but also I'm actively rewriting parts of it (Timeline rearranging, Dogday doesn't die, Poppy gets released from her box by someone else). Anyways onto the story which is a little shorter than last time, I think.

Years later, The Hour of Joy had been a bleak yet quick disaster. all the staff were slaughtered by vicious sentient toys, and any visitors at the time were caught in the crossfire. In just that short amount of time, it was all over, no more Playtime Co, and no more suffering. This rebellion had been spearheaded by the Prototype, with the aid of Harley Sawyer, who had been responsible for the release of the experiments from the prison. Ten years after that, the factory devolved into chaos, everyone split into two groups, the rebellion and the ones in control. The rebellion consisted of Poppy, Kissy Missy, Doey the Doughman, and Dogday. And the ones in control being the Prototype, Mommy Longlegs, The Doctor, and Catnap. However their alliances with each other are flaky, and many of the toys are looking to betray each other and make a mad grab for power. With what would have been “angel” going down a much different path in life, things are going farther and farther away from Poppy's sacred plan.

Harley Sawyer was a man who cared very little about very many things, of the few things he did want was control. Now in the form of the Doctor, such a thing is more easily acquirable, having a lot more strength than before and an easy manipulation over technology. However only one thing stood in his way, his long-standing rival Beau, a chaotic third party like Huggy Wuggy. Only this one served exclusively to annoy the Doctor and foil his plans, not for any greater scheme, just for the hell of it. But now Harley was going to put an end to it once and for all, he had devised a fool proof plan to capture his rival. The one thing he couldn't seem to figure out was how he had managed to stay alive for this long as a human. Somehow he had managed to live through the Hour of Joy and dodge any toy seeking to end his life, and not die of starvation, dehydration, or exhaustion. Not to mention he miraculously never sustained a single injury, despite getting into a multitude of accidents that would cause such.

Harley would have to wonder no more soon enough, his plan was to chase then corner Beau with a large number of his robot bodies. Like Sawyer, Beau had his own bodyguard, a giant creature called a Furdy, but he would have Yarnaby take care of it, if it got in the way. All he had to do was wait for his rival to take the bait, he'd intentionally left an opening into his territory unguarded. He knew Beau would come to him, after all he'd been ‘poking the lion’ so to speak for the past week and a half. Once he thought he was safe, disabling the cameras from the inside Harley had on Beau’s location, his many bodies would swarm and capture him. And as time ticked ever onward, the supposed human did just that, he tried outrunning them all, but it was no use as he was outnumbered then quickly overwhelmed. They brought him directly to the Doctor’s core for a confrontation, the entire time Beau struggled with a shocking amount of strength.

Beau was finally letting go of when he was tossed at the real Harley Sawyer’s feet, his main body was a hulking endoskeleton that was so large he had to resort to crawling on all fours like an animal. All along his spine were big spikes, for display of intimidation and for damage. His head, a screen like the rest of his smaller bodies, draped in a large black cloth of stitched together lab coats. The massive form loomed over Beau and got in real close to his face before speaking.

“A brilliant mind such as yourself falling for my most obvious trap, the things that have led us here is almost… comedic…”

“In any other circumstance, I'd have been more careful, but you've been pushing your luck, doc. Every single day I have to listen to you drone on and on in meaningless monologues, your pointless drivels had sent me over the edge. I had to put a stop to your incessant yapping so I could hear myself think for once. And if destroying your screens and your cameras wasn't going to do it, then I had to take the risk and come to the source.”

The doctor reeled back and let out a terrible mechanical laugh “And what makes you think that wasn't part of my plan? To lure you and to capture you, instead of whatever foolish thing you had me mistaken for?”

“I had considered that, but again, I took my risks, maybe I was mistaken in thinking you'd do something wiser like sabotaging me rather than capturing me. What is it you'd even have me for now that you've got me?”

“Simple. Destroy you. Take the thorn out of my side once and for all and eliminate it in the most gruesome way possible.”

“Funny. Funny you'd think that's how it goes. You're so sure of yourself-”

“You're only human. You cannot brute force your way away from my metal bodies, away from me. And your precious toy bodyguard is currently being held up by Yarnaby. So what's it gonna be? Dignified death. Where I take you apart and use you to further my project. Or one where you die fighting, in an uphill battle you will not win.”

It was Beau's turn to laugh, unhinged and shrill, like he was still human. Which he was, wasn't he?

“Human!? You think I'M still human after all this!? After the warning you sent me!? Telling me about the Prototype’s plan for the Hour of Joy!? Look at my hands, Harley, I'm a fucking android now!! A robot with only the thinly veiled appearance of a human!!”

Harley's eye that typically displayed on the TV screen that would be his face, briefly flickers to one of surprise, before going back to the typical sneer whenever confronting Beau. This fact that he was no longer human did briefly catch him off guard, his method to dodge the Hour of Joy was to make himself one of his own experiments. Fascinating yet disgusting how willing he was to degrade himself by making himself be at the level of their own filthy creations. Couldn't think of another way out of it could he, all that brain and yet nothing he can put into practicality. And yet, despite all his thoughts, something somewhere deep within him felt a twinge of pain, maybe he still cared for his former friend. But that emotion would be put on the back burner as he readied a snarky reply after a brief pause to process this info.

“Oh boo-hoo. You had to make yourself into a singular robot to survive our experiments' wrath. They made me into an entire mainframe! No matter how hard I'd try, I could never be even remotely human again. You can continue to parade around in your disguise of delusions, but your “pain” couldn't even compare.”

“That would be too easy for you, to limit myself to such a destructible body, one you can crush between your fingers. This was just to fuck with you, I knew eventually it would drive you mad, to see the illusion of me still alive and kicking. While you continued to rot, spread across a multitude of bodies and hindered to this place’s mainframes. I know you never let go of your betrayal, but eventually I had to get over mine. When you turned a cold shoulder to me after I had defended you when I never had to.”

Harley scoffs at the mere idea that the two incidents were even remotely comparable. “So this is not your real body, hmm? Then what is?”

“Oh, you'll see.” Beau said with a smug grin, before slumping over as his eyes went dark.

There was a long silence before the Doctor finally heard it, loud thumps as if something big was coming. He braced himself for an attack as it broke into the room, it was the supposed bodyguard, letting out a screech as it entered. It was almost as big as he, it moved with its arms like an ape, positioning itself to sit stationary by Beau. The bird-like creature opened it's mouth and spoke, and Beau's voice came out of it.

“I'd say sorry for your precious cat’s broken leg, but unfortunately I don't care when you've backed me into a corner like this.”

“You… you made yourself into that stupid bootleg?” And before Harley could laugh again Beau cut him off.

“I didn't have much of a choice on such short notice. I did what I had to, and I did it almost entirely independently, until I was forced to enlist the help of our dear mutual friend Dr. White. Nerves connected to wire, some organs and bones fused a frame of steel. Only my own skin was left, but that waste was my first meal. I understood why our patients go so animalistic so quickly. Ironic now how we've both become what we've behold.”

“Speak for yourself, I'd never stoop to the level of your monstrosity.”

“Have you seen yourself in the mirror, Sawyer? You already have. There's no point of return for you or for any of us. And if you don't mind, I think I'll collect myself and leave-”

“You won't be leaving here alive.”

“Fine, have it your way.”

Harley's bodies suddenly started to swarm the massive toy, who would swat some away like flies and crush other's screen heads with his hands. Eventually they stopped coming and the Doctor himself moved in for the attack, the two giants matched in power as the area around them got crushed under their weight. Until one of them hesitated in an attack, not wanting to damage his own brain. Beau took this to his advantage and used all of his weight to pin him down.

“Let this be a lesson to you, don't hesitate to kill your enemies. Even if I wasn't the android, you would have saved yourself the time of having the floor swept with your ass. But who am I kidding, you still care somewhere in the cold depths of your dead heart. Like a cat who pretends to be aloof but comes to you for a connection once in a blue moon. Take your own advice and stop caring before it bites you in the ass again. Sayonara, Sawyer.”

And with that, Beau got off of him, taking his android body and leaving through which he came. Harley pulled himself off the ground, taking account of all the damage done and planning a way to repair it. He mentally replayed the incident in his mind again and again, seething over Beau's audacity. His rival is right about one thing though, next time he won't hesitate.

[the-wicked-science-of-love]

Originally posted April 2nd

Harley Sawyer, human edition

Like many others, I fully subscribe to the idea that he is not white like his voice actor. Not really sure on what his ethnicity would be, but it's not really my focus to be honest.

Shockingly despite his skinniness I think he'd have something best described as a sleeper build. A tall, stocky, twig of a man, until he flexes and it's like oh he's got some meat on him okay.

And his little turtleneck sweater is for sure sleeveless, I don't think he'd fuck with the layering of sleeves. And I personally love a scientist with a sleeveless turtleneck under the lab coat. I need to make him look as attractive as he sounds.

So I gave him glasses indicative of a smart ass, and grey hair streaks indicative of a hot old man. I am just a simple man with simple needs. Oh also below the cut is spoilers for a future design, though not much is changed. So click at your own caution, if you even really care about that kinda thing.

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First Encounters of a Robotic Kind

Originally posted March 20th

I made a short story featuring Beau and Harley from my last post. This is the first of a two part story series where Beau and Harley discover what became of each other after the part where Beau discovers the true fate of his dearest rival.

General disclaimers is that I write in a cringe way so expect dialogue to have stutters and ellipses. Also I'm bad at writing in character so expect it to not be super rigidly in character.

Okay now have fun

Beau hadn't seen his favorite and only rival in weeks, it became concerning when those weeks turned into months. At first it was peaceful, no one to squabble with, no more prank wars, and no grandiose competitions of intelligence. But the silence in his absence slowly morphed into something more alarming. Harley Sawyer, a man of such high importance, doesn't simply go missing. Vacations don't last as long as when his absence began, and word of him being hospitalized for this long would have reached Beau directly. Instead there was nothing, no mention of his sudden disappearance, no change in a work load to adjust for it, nothing. It shook Beau to his core to even think about it, for better or for worse a constant presence in his life was just suddenly gone.

Someone he'd seen every day for countless years, gone in an instant, a maddening, terrifying instant. So he had to investigate, for as much as his clearance would let him. Beau knew Sawyer wasn't intentionally and carefully avoiding him, the doctor’s ego and his pride wouldn't let him leave the man alone for even a day. The next option was to look around in his office, which he hadn't stepped in since before his disappearance. The office looked exactly the same as it did then, entirely untouched with not a sign of a struggle or anything. Every file within the cabinet only detailed past and present experiments, all of it was already known to Beau. When his office didn't give a clue as to what happened, Beau turned to his co-workers for hints of Harley Sawyer’s fate. The results continued to be about the same, nobody knew what happened, but everyone considered it a relief that he was gone.

So far all his efforts have got him nothing, his next option is to go snooping for anything and everything he could find, that he was allowed access to. He had some very high clearance, so the chances of him being barred from anything was low, or so he thought. Everything he could find turned out to be a whole lot of nothing, it took him a few extra days before finally coming across it. A simple door locked by a keycard higher than his own, this had to be it, all he needed to was find a copy. That was arguably the hardest part of the whole thing, finding someone with a higher level clearance than himself. The most obvious choice was Leith Pierre, the current standing CEO, but that was far too risky. His next best bet would be to find out who else might have clearance, as days turned into a week he wasn't having any luck until he passed by the office of a certain Dr. Bruno White. Poor little Bruno, getting roped into messes he has no guts to be handling, everything is much bigger than him here.

Beau is such a nice co-worker, taking such a heavy burden off his shoulders. That keycard doesn't belong to him, that knowledge is not something he can even remotely handle. It doesn't matter anymore, it's gone off his desk, and so is he headed straight back to the doors. He approaches it at a quickened pace, he could go back and return the card and no one would ever know. But Beau has to know, he has to know what happened to his rival or it'll drive him crazy, and he definitely doesn't need to be anymore crazy. Nervously he steps through the door, walking through a maze of hallways, the entire place seemed vacant and empty. On occasion he'd pass by some rooms, all of which were empty too, the one thing that stood out the most was the occasional tank. Large tanks containing organs in sporadic and random locations confused him, but he knew he'd find the answer deep within so he pressed further. He then passed through a large hallway with screens, multiple static screens lining the walls on either side, and at the end another door.

‘I must be getting close.’ Beau thought, ‘I have to be.’ and so he pressed on. Going through those doors led to a server room, he had to navigate through before finally getting to it. A large central room with computers, screens, and the last septic tank. There was a brain in there, all sorts of tubes and wires hooked up to it and connecting it to a sort of mainframe. Before Beau could even take the chance to look around, the screens flickered to life, each of them displaying an image when connected together formed a single large eye peering down at him. And then a voice rang out, robotic, stuttering, and deep, but all too familiar.

“Who dares to disturb me when I'm off the clock? Either this visit is a new tactic to surprise me, or someone's not where they're supposed to be.”

The shorter man was astonished to say the least, this was his co-worker’s fate? It took a minute of silence before he could even manage to choke out a response. “H- Harley?”

The eye’s pupil suddenly shot the screen, focusing exclusively on Beau. “Oh? Is that you my rival? Have you come to gawk at me in my unfortunate state?”

Beau trembled under the fear he felt, continuing to stutter in his speech. “Wh- what… happened… to you?”

“When you stop serving your purpose as useful to the company, they betray you and turn you into a machine like me.” The screens glowed brighter and Beau caught sight of a robotic skeleton nearby, it was draped in a black cloth like a cloak, and had a monitor for its head. It seemed inactive.

“I- I've been searching for you. For- for a while to find why you disappeared so suddenly but- this- they did this to you?”

“Yes you wretched, writhing worm. And I'm sure it must be a total relief to find myself in this state. A weight off your back that means you have no one to pester you anymore. You should be happy, you no longer have a thorn in your side.”

Beau was shaking harder now, struggling worse now to articulate his emotions into words “N- no! I- it's wrong- they-”

“Beauregard.” another voice came from behind him causing him to freeze entirely.

“M- M- M- Mister Pierre?” He asked though he knew the answer as he slowly turned to face him.

“Beauregard, what is it you think you are doing in here?”

“I was- I was- I-”

“You have no right being in here. No permission, means you are breaking my law right now, Beauregard.”

“Leith, please! He has been missing for m- months! I w- went searching because I… Look at what you did to him, it's not right!”

“Who gave you the card with access to this room?”

“N- no one sir, I- I took it.”

“I know. You are not as sneaky as you think. You did not even try to dodge the sight of the cameras. Such an easy catch.”

“I'm… sorry, sir.”

“Sorry will not cut it for such a flagrant breach of rules, you will exit here, never to return. And you will not speak of or even think of this to anyone else, do I make myself clear?”

“But-”

“Do I make myself clear!?”

“Yes- yes sir.”

“Good, now leave. Begone with you, or you will be fired. Consider this a mercy.”

Beau took one last look at what remained of Harley Sawyer, all the screens were black, and his heart sank. He quickly fled the area, going back through a shortcut to the main entrance, Leith followed him to make sure he didn't try anything. Once they were both outside the door again, Pierre snatched the card from Beau’s hand.

“There is no right or wrong in science, only what pushes us forward or what sets us back. You of all people should know this, get to work, Beauregard.”

The CEO then disappeared on the other side of the door, Beau stood there for a long time unable to process what just happened. He then broke into a sprint back to his office, nimbly dodging everyone on his way there. Locking the door behind him, turning off the light, and closing the blinds for maximum privacy. Curled up on the floor he began to sob, his gut twisted and turned, his throat closed in on him, he took shaking, gasping breaths between sounds of anguish. He couldn't stop crying, his heart was pounding, his mind was racing, what he had witnessed struck a nerve deep within him. He wondered if he was next, he wondered why he even cared. Some kind of cruel ironic fate that the experimenter became the one experimented on. Through his utter breakdown and full on panic attack, he noticed the room was bathed in an indigo glow. That's when he felt the presence behind him, he wiped his tears with his hands and turned to face it. His computer monitor had been taken over by an eye, a single unblinking eye, the pupil did seem to grow when Beau turned to face it.

“What do you wa- nt from me!?” He shouted, though his voice was broken. “To mock me? Insult me? Laugh at me?”

There was nothing but silence.

“You win, damn it! You were always the better scientist and you know it! You are better because you are colder! And I am weaker because I made myself too approachable!”

Still not a word spoken.

Beau shakily rises to his feet before collapsing on the monitor for a hug, the second that contact was made it flickered off.

“PLEASE DON'T L- …eave…”

He fell off the monitor onto the floor, becoming an inconsolable mess. Crawling under his desk and curling into a ball to let it out in private for the next few hours. That day he requested to leave early, and an additional week off. When he was ready to come back to work, like everyone else, he continued on like nothing had happened.

[the-wicked-science-of-love]

Originally posted March 19th

"When I said I'd post cringe on main I fucking meant it. I've been down bad for this doctor fucker over the course of TWO MONTHS!! And so clearly I had to start self shipping or I'd go insane. Initially I had an entirely different idea of what my self insert OC would look like/be like/behave like. But then one day I just switched gears entirely and now I'm back on my bs again. Maybe one day I'll tell of what could have been after at least four to five more posts of them.

Anyways here's some light info on my fucker that will be explored in more depth over short stories, at least one more art piece, and miscellaneous posts. First up his name is Beau, short for Beauregard, not sure yet if that's a first or last name. And he's actually a toy that controls an incredibly human-like body, the design for that will be coming later. Everyone in the factory including Sawyer initially thought he was human who somehow survived THOJ. The illusion of living was entirely intentional, to get people fooled and have them questioning how and maybe even respect for sheer force of willpower. That was entirely inspired from the Love, Death, and Robots episode titled Sonnie's Edge which I highly recommend individuals over 18 to watch. Also the design in general was lightly inspired by ajoure's robot human Harley, which coincidentally is just literally how I draw those too. (Speaking as a FNAF + Portal vet)

Now for some slight information on the duo's dynamic. Harley and Beau spent most of their lives together as rivals, constant petty bickering that often turned into loud arguments. Both had to show off in grandiose ways to prove who was smarter and who was better. There was a clear winner, but that was always overshadowed by general likability. Both secretly care for each other, one more deep down than the other, and even manage to have moments of great co-operation. They used to be friends at one point in their youths but that will be touched on in depth later. At this point in the art they're only friends, not yet lovers, actually they never really become proper lovers just a messy situationship."

Can't believe I've been down bad for Harley the motherfucking Sawyer for FOUR MONTHS GAY!! I've considered redrawing this with Beau's updated design a few times but could never find the motivation.

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Hey hello hiya

Welcome to the official account for Beau and Harley

That's right! I've made a side blog for my self insert oc x canon ship, I will be uploading all of my stuff here and any new future additions. All of the posts will disappear from my main so I can go back to drowning my shit in endless reblogs.

So be on the look out for new content, also the ask box is open to ask Beau and Harley about anything in character and ask me as a creator about any choices or decisions.