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heads up, im moving elly and doey to @demolitioninevitable!! i havent decided whether ill answer the rest of the asks in my inbox on here and wait to officially move them over, or just post them over there when i get to them.... ill figure it out 😅

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Boxy's claws strike hard, severing the arms keeping him pinned. They're already starting to grow back, so he'd better make a run for it. Doey roars furiously, seemingly intent on chasing after the poor box devil—but a noise from behind makes him hesitate. Elly. Is she okay?

Elly's face screws up in sympathy as she looks over the drone stepping out of their hiding spot. She keeps her voice low, though it's always on the quieter side. "I-I can patch you up, once we—"

The door shuts in her face, and she can't help but jump, scrambling backward. Is that thing coming after them? Did Doey lose? She looks around frantically.

All she sees is Doey, looking up at her. She stares hard at the three heads of her brothers friends in his mouth—and he shuts it almost self consciously, looking away with a grimace, then a snarl. "...He got away because of you."

Before she can say anything, he stretches onto the balcony next to her, shrinking down to his usual form—with a hiss of pain as he does, doubling over and grabbing at his arm. She rushes to his side. "You're hurt." But when she looks him over, there's no sign of injury...

"Ow ow ow—i-it's fine... it's okay. Just my senses catchin' up..." He breathes in and out heavily. He shouldn't, but he leans against her, and she allows it, even if it takes a lot of effort to support his weight.

"Doesn't change that it hurts." She sits with him for a moment in silence, holding his hand to comfort him. But she remembers the drone still surely stuck in that locker—she doesn't get up, but she calls out in its direction: "Hey—it's safe, now." She hasn't processed that they were definitely afraid of Doey—who blinks at her confusedly.

Boxy is just about to stick to his plan when he notices the scratch suddenly disappear within a matter of moments. This causes the Box-beast's eyes to go wide in shock.

It is the sight of the three heads poking out of the other toy's mouth then the grip his one arm suddenly getting tighter, followed by his head suddenly being pinned that gets Boxy to realize he is severely outmatched here. Only he was capable of pinning Boxy into submission up until now, due to the box-devil's sheer tenacity especially if hunger was thrown into the mix... Doey had just broken that record! There were no two ways about it; if Boxy didn't get away now, he would die.

Whining like a dog for a brief second after the words "Except for you.", Boxy suddenly swiped his claws at the other toy again, hoping to free both his head and arm. And if it worked? Then by god, would he be running for the hills and out of the theater!

As for up on the balcony... it turned out Elly was right on the money about something possibly being in there, as a few seconds after she whispers to the potential occupant, a single metal hand reaches out and pushes the door open.

"..." It's another one of those little robots, just like the ones Boxy had utterly scrapped. The sole survivor of that group, from the looks of it. Poor thing; her right arm was outstretched to the point where it's wires were exposed through all of it's bendy joints, and her left arm was completely missing, with flaming red blood trickling down her left side and staining her clothes; It was obvious it had been torn off.

The worker drone simply blinks at Elly in confusion before looking down at the stage below-- the sight of another monster down there suddenly frightens the poor thing into quickly going back into the locker again.

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Yawn... 💤

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Jake is so real because if I had stretchy powers I'd be 100% doing stupid shit like this

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The slash leaves a mark, for certain—but it closes right back up, as if it were never there at all. Doey barely even flinched. Really, it did hurt, but he's so angry he's not paying attention.

He roars right back, three heads with their own individual glares poking from his mouth as he does, "It's things like YOU that keep us all stuck down here! That he uses to kill my FRIENDS!" His grip tightens, harshly slamming the box devil's head into the ground. "Why, why, WHY?! Everyone here deserves to live!" Breathing heavily, he snarls down at the fellow monster. "Except for you."

Elly can't help but grimace at all the noise, nearly moving to cover her ears—but she needs her hands free, just in case. Yeah, there's no way she's going down there. She decides to just scope out the balcony level she's already on, noting places she could hide.

...Which makes her notice the ajar locker. Is there someone still alive inside? While she's absolutely not being paid attention to by the beast below, he's busy dealing with Doey, she wouldn't like to give them away. She presses her back to the side of it, and whispers hurriedly: "Hey—someone in there?"

It was a mix of both. Boxy was one of the most skilled hunters here, but that also meant he was the most starved-- this gave him motivation, the need, to kill as many of the delicious little meat-carrying drones as he could whenever they came. The beast considered a miracle that he was allowed to wander the areas where the prey provided by him could typically be found. Here, the factory, the Destroy-a-Toy, heck; even the Misfit Pit, which was a faster way down to the lower levels where food was scarcer sometimes.

. . . !

Boxy is so fixated on instilling fear into that poor, slaughtered drone when he is suddenly made aware of the fact that the other toy-- whom he'd taken his eyes off of for just a moment-- had jumped upwards (how could someone so big and heavy do that?!), and just as the devil-in-a-box had turned to look, he suddenly found himself being pinned by the large blob of dough.

What happened to staying up there with his own prey?! Boxy hadn't even DONE anything to the other toy; who did this guy think he was?!

While Boxy had managed to get one of his arms tucked in and out of the way from being pinned down, the hand reaching out of the fellow beast's mouth and suddenly gripping his neck-spring ended up being the straw that broke the camel's back; with a furious ROAR, the monster suddenly used his free claw to SLASH at the other toy, hoping that would do enough to set him free.... and if he DID get free, continuously swiping, slashing and clawing would be his next plan of attack, literally and metaphorically speaking.

Yyyyyeeeeeeaaah, Elly.... maybe keeping back would be a better option. And if things got bad, then at least there were plenty of places to hide. Like that locker over there which was slightly ajar for some reason.

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PROMPTS FOR MUSES WHO ARE LITTLE SHITS™ !

for all the muses out there who like to mess with others!! mainly meant for platonic relationships, but can be used for romantic & antagonistic relationships as well! feel free to modify any pronouns, descriptor words, & objects for your needs!

FROM THE LITTLE SHIT.

words. ❝ how'd you like the fake spider in your room? ❞ ❝ hang on a second, i'm gonna record this — ❞ ❝ i took 20 bucks out of your bag last night. ❞ ❝ alright, that's it, time for the tickle monster treatment! ❞ ❝ oh, yeah? and what are you gonna do about it? ❞ ❝ i think i might have accidentally just hurt myself again. ❞ ❝ what makes you think you can possibly take me? ❞ ❝ outta the way, i was here first! ❞ ❝ sorry, i lost that a little while ago. ❞ ❝ hey, come on! it was just a prank! ❞ ❝ i'm seriously thinking about forcing that secret out of you. ❞ ❝ wait, did YOU say you wanted the last piece of pie in the fridge? 'cause i kinda just ate it ... ❞

actions. [ SING ] — sender starts singing raunchy lyrics around receiver [ WRESTLE ] — sender attempts to start play-fighting with receiver [ FINGER ] — sender flips receiver the bird [ LAUGH ] — sender tries to make receiver laugh [ LEAN ] — sender puts their full weight on receiver [ COLD ] — sender puts their cold fingers under receiver's shirt [ DRIVE ] — sender begins to drive very fast with receiver in the car with them [ FOOD ] — sender steals a bite of receiver's food when they're not looking [ BLANKET ] — sender pulls receiver's blanket off them while they're half-asleep [ PRANK ] — sender pulls a prank on receiver (bonus points if a type of prank is specified!)

FOR THE LITTLE SHIT.

words. ❝ hey, stop that! ❞ ❝ careful, i just got that new furniture. ❞ ❝ okay, okay, i'll do anything, just please stop tickling me ... ! ❞ ❝ god, you're such an asshole! ❞ ❝ i swear, if you do that one more time ... ❞ ❝ i didn't actually think it was that funny. ❞ ❝ aw, dammit, you broke it! ❞ ❝ you can't go 24 hours without having some kind of accident, huh? ❞ ❝ you just cheated! i watched you! ❞ ❝ if you even think about messing with me today, i will end you. ❞ ❝ are you drunk or something? because that was some of the weirdest shit i've ever heard. ❞ ❝ okay, i won't lie, that was actually pretty funny. ❞

actions. [ HEADLOCK ] — sender puts receiver in a headlock [ CHASE ] — sender chases receiver around in frustration [ RUN ] — sender runs from receiver to avoid being pranked/scared [ NUDGE ] — sender briskly nudges receiver in response to a snarky comment [ IGNORE ] — sender pretends to ignore receiver [ PULL ] — sender is dragged into pulling a prank with the sender [ CLEAN ] — sender begins cleaning receiver's mess [ WIPE ] — sender begins cleaning receiver's injuries after pulling a stunt that doesn't end well [ LEAVE ] — sender storms off in frustration after being messed with by receiver [ REVENGE ] — sender pulls a revenge prank on receiver (bonus points if a type of prank is specified!)

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siblings + dinosaur hoodie kevin

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on second thought, im updating this blog and @triplexfriend to be 18+ only. none of my mutuals arent, but just going forward i dont think im comfortable interacting with anyone underage anymore. sorry!

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this may be a given, but doey was not always aware that he was three different people, nor remembered any of their names. his existence was overwhelming and confusing, thoughts, emotions, and memories conflicting without him realizing why. in fact, i feel like this is a relatively recent discovery for him. they wouldn't know their names if they couldn't get around the factory so well; they found files and notes around about them.

its made things a lot easier for them now that they know. they still struggle often, but they know how to work with each other, now. while you might think the opposite would be the case, they've become more separate mentally over time—they started more blended together, as clearly messy as it was.

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…was Pianosaurus tasty tho?

...

Giggles ominously.

"Sure was, pal~!"

...Ahem. "But I, uh, hadn't eaten in a while, so... anything would be, at that point." Though, the other two were... particularly excited about that one. Matthew shudders just thinking about the chanting of 'dino nuggies' in their headspace at that moment.

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i keep thinking about how diabolical doey did pianosaurus. my sons cracked that poor dinosaur open like a lobster

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important non-muse tags! more will be added

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Doey & Baba

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If there was an exit that you guys could all use to leave the factory…… well, where would you go and what would you do? Any specific goals or dreams in mind?

"I... want to help them all live normal lives again, somehow. Be kids. Without danger. Get a big house in the middle of nowhere so no one'll bother us. Have to... figure out things with dad, first. Maybe they'd let us stay until I find a better place..." She worries about how they'd react, though. Not to mention, there's barely enough space for everyone, and getting there without being seen by anyone else is another problem...

"Aw, Elly..." Happy, Dough-y tears well up in the Doughman's eye sockets. "That sounds nice." The house does. I don't like the sound of her dad.

Doey clears his throat. "What we want is... pretty much the same thing. Somewhere safe we can take everyone, on the surface. No more starving, no more fear..." He hums in thought, staring at his hands as he fidgets with them. "...But... more selfishly, I'd like to visit my family's graves. And go to the beach! Maybe sneak into a museum after hours to look at the dinosaur bones~!" He giggles.

His smile becomes more bittersweet as he sighs, winding down. These things might never happen. "...It's nice to think about, anyway."

Elly reaches for his hands, looking up at him, brushing her hair aside so he can see her eyes. She's smiling, too. "I really want to make it happen." She won't promise anything aloud; it's bad luck. But... she thinks to herself: I will make it happen.

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kevin barnes they could never make me hate you

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so what kinda dynamic do these two have? Describe in detail.

elly and doey pretty much view each other as siblings, if that wasnt clear! where matthew and kevin were her older brothers in playcare, elly serves the role of older sibling for them, now—shes grown up, and they havent. the roles have flipped, and its strange for both sides.

its a bit more complicated than the roles fully flipping, though—matthew especially still often treats her like an older brother would, and kevin is ruthlessly protective of her just like he used to be. shes trying to return the favor; she needs to take care of them, now. theyre still the hurt kids she once knew.

jack is fully baby bro, of course! she feels bad for not knowing him as well. shes been trying to get to know him, but its not easy, considering hes just a component of doey.