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I need to YAP.

Okay so, Stickmasterluke and Doombringer. I know they aren't out yet but my ass has hyperfixated on characters that haven't even released before and I WILL DO IT AGAIN.

For me, I see them as really close friends in a way that cannot be described normally, the best I could describe them as would be gay not gay or friends with benefits, but not even friends with benefits would describe them properly. It's basically just gay not gay.

Also from the information currently known/shared about Doom, it turns out he got kicked out of the admin polycule. So from this, I figure that the 5 known admins that are/will be forsakened specifically are in a polycule/friend group.

And at one point, Luke will be forsakened, along with Doombringer, however Doombringer is going to be a killer.

So what am I getting at?

THE SONG GNAW BY ALEX G.

GNAW IS IN MY VEINS. I associate many characters with the song which should say something, but in this case it is with the forsaken Stickmasterluke and Doombringer.

Hella good song btw, you should listen to it if you haven't already before reading further or else you may lose the experience of listening to it for the first time.

So, the lyrics. Also this is gonna be pretty gay and shippy btw. I cannot stop shipping for the life of me.

"Yeah, you were scarred, and you were cryin' loud, right out in the schoolyard." Refers to Luke, likely not feeling emotionally well after being forsakened. Replacing the word "schoolyard" with "front yard."

As if the order which characters are forsakened is canon, he would have been left with all the responsibility of Robloxia in his hands, as well as all the stress and pressure of it.

He probably felt abandoned, too.

I mean, the 2 most popular admins just disappeared abruptly with no warning nor any trace of them left, and then being followed by Dusekkar.

"And, yeah, I felt good. Everything I knew was looking just as it should." Would be Doombringer after in his limbo being forsakened, relishing in his hatred towards Builderman and Shedletsky.

In his current render, it shows Builderman and Shedletsky in cages, with Doombringer in front of them looking at the camera.

"And I saw the tree, carved in it 666 and he found me." Would be Luke referring to Doombringer, recalling a memory between the two.

"But I am no fool, I know every time I look in his eyes, he sees me too." Is the same as the one above. However, I think it would slowly start referring to the last time Luke saw Doom before they were forsakened.

I think around the time Doom got kicked from the polycule is when Shed and Builderman were forsakened, and Doom was not happy about being kicked whatsoever.

Luke was likely still there to accompany him, but when Dusekkar disappeared I think that Luke just shut down completely, resulting in no longer interacting with Doombringer at all. Doombringer was not happy with his decision.

However, I still think that Doombringer still felt bad about it, about him. I do see the two as really close, after all, as they were likely both apart of the polycule.

Now for the second batch of lyrics.

"Dry your eyes, I won't tell your mother" Would be Doombringer, directly telling it to Luke, after the two reunite after being forsakened, during the last man standing, saying them as a way to comfort him before killing him.

All the lyrics in this section is Doombringer telling it to Luke. Replacing the words "your mother" with "the others." The others being Shedletsky, Builderman, and Dusekkar.

"She won't ever discover, the things you kept under the covers." This is one of the lyrics that I've changed quite a bit, replacing "she" with "they," as referring to the other admins as well as the public, and replacing "you" with "we," as to refer to both Doom and Luke.

This would be referring to their relationship, as I largely think they'd probably have plenty of moments together in private. Not sexual, but very intimate. It's gay not gay if you get what I mean.

I lowkey think that the public wouldn't take romantic/intimate relationships with the admins too well. And I think Doom and Luke would prefer to keep their whole situation private and away from anyone other than themselves, including keeping it a secret away from the other admins as well as the ones in the polycule.

"And please don't cry, I am not your brother, I am not your lover, and there is nothing wrong." Would be Doombringer trying to comfort Luke about their relationship before killing him. He's trying to say that what they had together wasn't wrong or bad, and that he still longs for what they had together, even if he's going to kill him in the end.

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Hello there! Its been awhile that I haven't post.. how long have it been.. 6 months? Yup! I thinking about come back doing more art so I think I will open request! Please request whatever you want me to draw it can be Y/N with other fictional characters!

Thank you! ^_^

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FOR NOW LETS WORK TOGETHER

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Hi guys, this may seem a bit out of the blue but I am currently homeless ( I got kicked out by my step nan because she was in the early stages of dementia and believed I was stealing stuff from her because she kept loosing track of her stuff) I'm really struggling and I need a way to make money, I am currently staying at a friend's house but I only have a week to find somewhere else, if it's not to much could you guys please commission my artwork, I know it's not the best but I'm trying, thank you ((:

I'd also appreciate if anyone who sees this could boost this post for me so it can reach a wider audience, thank you so much (((:

Sorry for the bad quality poster I tried my best I just am struggling for creativity right now

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what if clover stayed at the ruins..?

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I'm back from DEATH

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Hank with nine feet tall!reader but reader is actually the new sun, and they have a smiley face like: =) but reader just chills around and eats hotdogs

Plot twist: hank accidentally created them when they killed the actual sun

Energy simply is. It cannot be destroyed. It cannot be created. It always is, and always will be. With the death of the Sun, her energy shot out into the sky, seeking out the most viable host in the area. It found a strong grunt, one with grit and will, a power to persevere even in the hardest of times.

A body capable of withstanding power, one of kind and sound mind, reasonable and in need of light. Pain struck your spine between your shoulder blades, splitting down your back and rushing into your bones. Heat followed, sunspots burning into your skin from the inside.

Light filled your eyes, bright beams extending to the sky, a calling to return to where it belongs, up above in the heavens, silent observer of the peaceful world below. The pain faded slowly, your new shifted form complete.

A crown of light floated around your head, warm toned silks enrobed your body, and intricate little sun patterns covered parts of your skin. Your slender fingers touched the silk, much softer than the cotton smock you'd been wearing mere moments ago, an- when did the ground get so far away?!

You caught your reflection in a window, a gasp escaping your lips. "W-what is this?" Warmth filled your being, emanating from your sternum, the heat rolling off you and warming the air around you. Bright, warm, tall. A freaky change, a far cry from the normalcy you'd lived until now. And yet....

You couldn't help but smile. Joy flooded your system, energy and love flooding from your being, the urge to twirl in your new robes was irritable, and you did, feeling the fabric moving with you.

Yet with all this energy burning from you, it left a deep void in your guts, an insatiable hunger taking over, mouth salivating at the mere thought of something tasty on your tongue.

A grunt with a hotdog cart was walking past, and you waved to him in excitement. "Helloooo~" You skipped over and beamed down at him. "May I have... Hmmm... Many hotdogs?" You couldn't pick a number, just intent on eating until you could feel full and ready to burn brighter.

He craned his neck to look at you. "You're a tall one, aren't you? Now how many hotdogs do you actually want? I need a number buddy."

You picked your wallet from your pocket, and you placed it down on the side. "As many as the money in there can buy!" He shrugged, and opened your wallet, taking your cash before starting to prepare your feast of pulverised meat. An important question left his lips.

"Mustard, or ketchup?"

After an intense brawl and interrogation, Hank had made progress on his journey to hunting down and executing the Sheriff. It'd be a cold day in hell before he forgave that bastard for eating his pie.

They paused when they noticed a familiar giant in the street, one he was absolutely positive he'd killed not an hour ago. "What. The. Fuck." You turned to look at him, half a hotdog in hand.

"Hiiiii! You want a hotdog too?" You held out the untouched one in your other hand, and Hank looked beyond livid.

"How the hell are you alive? I just killed you!" They patted their body, realising they were out of weapons. Fists would have to do, he's done it before, he can again.

"Huuuh? I don't know what you mean. I've never seen you before in my life. I think I'd remember. I'd definitely remember dying." You took another big bite, waving the hotdog at him. "Offers still open!"

He gritted his teeth, stomping over. "What are you playing at? What kind of game is this?"

"I don't follow. One moment I was walking along, the next I was bursting with joy and feeling so light! It's like I'm a whole different person! Well, I mean I guess I am. I didn't look like this earlier." You gnawed on your hotdog in thought.

"You're... not the sun that crawled down from the sky?" They questioned, incredibly cautious.

You shook your head with a smile. "Don't be silly! The sun is right th-" Where the fuck was the sun? "Uh.." Realisation started to dawn on you, perhaps.. it could be true? It would explain your sudden attitude shift, and physical shift, and the urge to just float into the sky.

"... Maybe I am the sun?" Your smile vanished for a moment, before it came back. "But isn't that wonderful? I can brighten up the world now. I think that's something powerful."

You sat on the curb, and Hank eventually sat with you. "At least you're not trying to kill me." They grumbled, a sour look on their face. "Feels like everything is against me right now, just 'cause one guy screwed me over." Their stomach growled. "....Is the offer for that hotdog still open?"

A giggle left your lips, and you handed them the ketchup slathered dog. "Eat up, I'm sure bright things will be coming your way. After all, when you hit low, the only way you can go is up, right?"

He swallowed his mouthful and sighed. "I sure hope so."

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Dude at this point y/n should be their own oc because how can we see ourselves in someone so glorious.

But Y/N is already a character. In every fandom. In every universe. In me. In you. Long before we came of age. The faceless one preceded all. Y/N is not a concept...but a being. Faceless, ageless, and everlasting. Able to traverse through dimensions at will and take on a variety of identities and forms. Like the eldritch horrors before it, the limitations of it's visual compacity is altered by your own personal perception. Capable of transformations, magic, with altercations of their own mind and body. All within the realm of your own mind. So mortal...what is Y/N? Are you Y/N....or is Y/N you?

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FSR Headcanons with Audi and Tricky

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AUDITOR

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+ The auditor is easily fascinated with the large foreign being from “the outside realms” of Nevada. The chances of a creature actually breaching into Nevada is so slim, it’s practically non-existent. So to have such an opportunity to study a being from the outer realms is a privilege in itself.

+ The first contact goes well and the Auditor finds himself growing more and more curious as the studies of the being start to come through. Revealing their complex inner mechanisms and their general make-up to be similar to his own master in a way, just much more streamlined and organic.

+ Since the being isn’t hostile, his agents and numerous units can work around the being effectively and study it without risk of losing all of his crew. Color him surprised when the being even COOPERATES and tolerates scientists and agents crawling all over them.

+ When the testing begins, his interest only deepens. With granted permission from FSR, they decided to test out their weapons on the being. The shocking results revealed that not even BULLETS or MISSILES can damage it. They simply bounce off and FSR gives the assaulter nothing more than an annoyed look. Sharp weapons were even ineffective, since FSR was covered in thick armor. The only weapons that they discovered that can hurt FSR, using small reasonable doses, were more along the lines of Nexus Core weapons. Dissonance and lasers have a much stronger effect and FSR was recorded even wincing when the small dosage was used.

+ Field testing came later on once FSR was actually moved to a more appropriate holding cell. The Auditor took in everything he could, almost as if he was eager to obtain such forbidden knowledge about those that dwelled on the outside. The field tests were even much more intriguing than simple studies. FSR enthralled him with their ability to pick up massive vehicles, an active demonstration of their arm cannon (That morphed in from their own digits!), and the ability to fly at speeds over 200 MPH.

+ The Auditor was EASILY convinced that FSR would serve his purpose greatly, possibly becoming the most strongest unit in his army if they joined, but he can see the hesitance of the being. They’re nervous…or just simply unconvinced. He NEEDS them to join his side and he’ll do anything he can to make sure that recruitment is the definite result.

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TRICKY

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+ Tricky is a maniac and the moment he finds a larger, possibly stronger enemy, roaming the desert all by themselves, he pounces on them. Much to his surprise, and both parties frustration, his attacks simply can’t break through the armor that covers the body of his enemy. Even prodding the cracks in the chassis didn’t pop any of them off!

+ FSR is easily annoyed by Tricky’s antics and swats him off repeatedly. But Tricky always bounces back and tries again and again. To the point where the larger being hovers in the air to get away from his attempts at attacking them. Of course, Tricky screams out “NO FAIR” when this happens.

+ It’s almost hilarious at what transpires after that. Tricky’s enemy will ALWAYS be Hank Wimbleton, but this tall foreign creature is just so intriguing to the clown zed that once it begins to head off somewhere else, Tricky finds himself compelled to follow it. It has no set destination, that becomes apparent, but Tricky is never too far behind when it decides to settle down for a rest. Pouncing on FSR and merely irritating them for hours on end as they try to get some sleep.

+ Tricky also comes to notice how FSR is annoyed by other factions. Be it the AAHW, Nexus Core, Fanatics, Zeds, and whatever else happens to be crawling around in Nevada. Still, it confuses Tricky to no end at why they just simply won’t kill whatever is annoying them. Even him! They never choose violence and just simply stare at the aggressor in annoyance before pushing them away or knocking them over. Yet none of their enemies come to harm.

+ Tricky quickly finds out that FSR is practically nomadic and travels by air most of the time. He’s even lost them a couple of times, but he will eventually find them again if he looks hard enough. Soon enough, the creature pretty much tolerates his antics and bothersome presence enough that they won’t just fly away whenever he irritates them enough. They just simply lay there while he chews on their armor or breaks his stop sign against their hull. All while they stare at him in indifference.

+ What really confused Tricky, was the day when he finally caught up to them after another long pursuit, and they gave him a series of gentle pats instead of brushing him off like usual. It stunned Tricky into a frozen state. Then from that moment forward, Tricky found himself following them around and even clinging onto them when they began to move from one place to another. They even seem to grow fond of his presence as well. Taking him with them across Nevada without a care.

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Jeb, Sheriff, and Audi react to Future!Soldier!Reader

For those wondering, FSR stands for “Future Soldier Reader” and it merely means that Soldier!Reader is from the far future instead of the WW2 era. An image of FSR can be seen here. Audios: Radio Corruption FSR Digital Sounds

– Jeb is more than surprised when he enters the lab of the AAHW facility, finding exactly what Sheriff was screeching about hysterically over the radio to be true. It was a real creature. He just thought that Sheriff was finally driven into madness from something the moment he got on the radio desperately trying to contact Jeb through a haze of interference and static. The Sheriff was screaming into the receiver about how something literally fell out of the sky and that it was some form of ‘monster’. It was hard to make out what he was saying through all of the interference with the equipment Jeb was hearing. Jeb was simply left confused as the line eventually went dead silent, even his receiver stopped responding when he tried to reach back and find out where Sheriff was. It was futile to reach out and he had no idea where The Sheriff was. All he could do was wait. About an hour of silence and rising tension later, he was finally called on the radio to report to the local AAHW facility by the Auditor himself…so something BIG must’ve happened if it caught the Employer’s attention. Jeb then quickly headed out towards the facility, finding it buzzing with increased activity. Which quickly piqued his interest. Upon coming inside, he was quickly ushered by Engineers to the depths of the facility, finding more and more armed guards everywhere the deeper he went. As well as some highly regarded scientists running around the facility with heaps upon heaps of paper in their hands. Jeb was simply confused as he continued to be escorted to a certain area. His inquiries about what was happening and why there were so many armed guards stationed about going ignored. But upon arriving, he finally understood why there were so many guards and scientists hustling about. A large form was suspended by wires that hung from the ceiling of the facility’s depths. Wings as long as four buses hung from its back, its face completely covered with a darkened visor, and sporting a body made of pure metal. Limbs as long as 4 AAHW vans put together and an equally long body that slowly resonated with an eerie green glow. Highlighting the rotation joints and illuminating the mechanical parts within its torso that could be seen through a small window in the chest region. The beast was unlike anything Jeb has ever seen. Scientists of numerous higher rankings hurried by Jeb as he walked towards the suspended entity with wide eyes from behind his black sunglasses. Staring at the inanimate form of the alien creature in silent awe. It was…stunning…and yet so strangely familiar. Jeb then turns his attention to the Auditor, who he now realizes was standing on the catwalk that jutted out towards the dozing creature. His back to Jeb as he approaches. “You could’ve come a bit more quickly, Jebediah. Regardless, you can obviously see why I urged you to come as fast as you could. It seems we’ve made quite the discovery.” The Auditor speaks out, his back still facing the doctor as he crosses his arms. “A foreign entity that crashed into Nevada from the worlds beyond. In a form we have never seen and with powers we have yet to reveal. An interesting opportunity, wouldn’t you agree?” The Auditor continues before finally turning and fixating Jeb with his burning red gaze. “It’s…so…different. I didn’t expect something like this! Where’s the Sheriff?? Did this thing do something to him??” “No. He’s in the infirmary at the moment, being checked over both psychologically and physically. He was an inconsolable wreck by the time we arrived on the scene from his constant pings for assistance. But upon finding such a unique creature out in the wilds of Nevada, the fleet reached out to me for assistance. The Sheriff will be down in a few moments once the medical staff gets him to stop blathering about like an insane lunatic.” The Auditor says, looking up towards the creature suspended on the wires. “This creature was rendered unconscious from their fall. At first we thought the creature was dead, but further analysis from our equipment shows that it still has a pulse. A slow and steady one, similar to how grunts become when they enter a deep sleep. It’s alive. It just hasn’t awakened yet.” “What?! That thing is alive?! What if it awakens and proceeds to tear this facility apart?!” “You think I don’t know that, Jeb?!” The Auditor growls to his companion, eyes narrowed dangerously before blinking steadily and continuing. “The creature is asleep and we are taking this ripe opportunity to study it and keep it as sedated as we can. We’ll wake it up eventually, but only after we collect sample data about it. A creature like this is not in ANY existing server or database…not even in the Employer’s database. It’s a new entity and I will take the necessary precautions to keep it sedated while we research it.” The Auditor finishes, looking up at the beast in question. A moment of silence passes. “I guess that’s where I come in. To help research this creature?” Jeb inquires as he steps up to the end of the catwalk, looking up at the large figure. “Obviously. Sheriff will be added as another layer of security and you’ll be the temporary head of the research team. We need information and additional protection from that damned Wimbleton while we undergo our studies on this new beast. I’ll be monitoring this site extensively and consulting with my fellow employers about the status of Nevada. In the meantime, I expect you to work on getting as much information about this beast as you can.” The Auditor then begins to walk away, leaving Jeb to stare at the towering form of the slumbering alien alone. “I expect results in a timely manner, Jeb!” The Auditor shouts from behind him before oozing into the ground, making Jeb look over his shoulder for a moment before staring back at the snoozing beast. “Well…this is certainly a project.” – The more that Jeb studies the creature, the more stunned and invested into the project he becomes. The project, now named PROJECT: OTHERWORLD, has been an eye opener for the staff here in the AAHW facility. Jeb has drawn blood, fluids, and even flesh samples from the beast and each one comes back different and with unique properties. The blood had a similar consistency to oil at most, not necessarily being a lesser thick fluid like the blood of grunts. The fluids he managed to take from certain non-organic sections of the beast even had chemicals that made the grease and fluid similar to both blood and sweat. Making the joints lubricated enough to move without constant oiling. Then the flesh seemed to be partially synthetic and it had rubber-like qualities to it. That means that this beast was both robotic, inorganic, and organic at the same time! That’s…well…before they found this beast, it was SEEMINGLY impossible. If they could copy this genetic makeup, maybe the next step in the grunt evolution line could be– Jeb’s focus is then broken by the sound of the observatory room’s door opening, making him pull his eyes away from the screen with the genetic code being displayed to look who walked on in. Finding the Sheriff coming inside grumbling about the medical staff he encountered before his visual cross fixates on Dr. Christoff. “Oh. Howdy  there, Christoff.” “Hello, Sheriff. I take it that you have received a clear bill of health?” Christoff says, flicking his glasses up a little to squint at the grunt in question before allowing them to slide back down. “Heh. Yeah. Had to sedate me in order for me ta, as they said it, ‘calm the fuck down and quit being delirious’. I was having a NORMAL reaction to seeing some foreign alien shit fall into Nevada!” The Sheriff argues and looks on in bemusement as Jeb chuckles in response. “Harhar, Jeb.” The Sheriff huffs before a moment of silence forms in the room. Both grunts stare out the large bay window that led to the main chamber that suspended the large being from the ceiling. Its form is still and silent, but everyone in the facility was aware that it was merely sleeping and not dead. But none knew how long it would stay that way. The thought was enough to make the Sheriff himself let out a small shudder. “So…” The Sheriff begins. “Did ya and tha other eggheads find out anything about this…thingamajig?” Sheriff is surprised to see Jeb nod in confirmation. “Yes. I have been sitting here analyzing the samples that me and the other scientists have managed to claim from the being and…their biology makes no sense! The being is both organic AND inorganic, with robotic and electronic parts all strewn about in it. However, there are some pieces of their biology I can’t seem to decipher, but some samples have been leased out to the Nexus’s Cores best scientist. A dear friend of mine, Hoffnar. We should hear back from him in a few days.” Jeb explains, typing on the interface and jotting down some notes. The Sheriff merely stands nearby, all confused. “Leasing the samples out? Aren’t ya worried that something might happen ta it?” “Yes. We took the proper precautions, friend. We mislabeled the packages intentionally and marked them with a special serial number that has been told to Hoffnar. Our true treasures are hiding under a label of something inconspicuous, like office supplies. So you need not to worry.” Jeb says, watching the monitors as the Sheriff lets out a hum of understanding. Another moment of silence passes. “What do ya think the Auditor wants with this confounded thing, Jeb? Would it be smarter to just…you know…terminate it before it wakes up and buries us all under boot hill?? Ah swear, it’s like not one soldier in this joint has an idea of what ta do if that thing breaks outta here!” Sheriff frets. Jeb lets out a sigh. “That has to be seen in time, Sheriff. I just know that this creature is valuable to him…and it apparently isn’t even a resident of Nevada. From what The Auditor said, it came from “outside of Nevada”. How did it get here? Well…we may never know that answer. It’s just that whatever the Auditor and the other employers have planned…I hope  protecting Nevada is in mind.” Suddenly, an error appears on the screen, causing Jeb and Sheriff to look up at the monitor as the error flashes brightly and shows a deteriorating percentage rate. “Hmm?!” Jeb grunts as he stands up out of his seat and tries to type on the interface as the bar continues to decrease. “Shit!” He cusses, making the Sheriff hurry to his side in fear. “What in tarnation is going on??” The Sheriff asks in worry as Jeb desperately tries to get the console to respond. Then, a sound that made both grunt’s blood freeze over rings out from the observation bay. Both grunts look out of the bay windows as they can see the scientists that were out there freeze in place…and one of the giant wings of the creature begins to move. The scientists begin to flee in fear as the beast begins to shift. Its large limbs start to move and adjust as the visor flickers on and off. “IT’S WAKING UP!?!?” The Sheriff practically screams as the percentage bar on the monitor falls faster and the nearby consoles begin to crash. “I thought the doggone thing was sedated?!?” “It was! It’s resisting!” Christoff cusses as the console he was typing on finally red screens and crashes, making him slam a fist against the keyboard. Jeb wastes no time and triggers the emergency alarm and uses his tablet to ping the Auditor directly as he gets up from his chair and begins to run throughout the facility. “Where are you GOING–Aw HELL!!” The Sheriff yells after Jeb as he tries to keep pace with Christoff. “To the bay!” “What?! Why!!?” “I just…I need to see it!” “CAN’T YOU WAIT UNTIL WE FIND OUT WHAT IS GONNA DO TA US FIRST?!” “I don’t know what will happen, but if things go bad, I’ll be fine!” Jeb ignores the further screams from Sheriff as he dodges panicking scientists and agents that were trying to escort the staff to safety and take control of the situation. The bay doors were still open when Jeb ran through them, sprinting on the catwalks that led up to the beast. He had no idea if this was foolish or not, but he just…there was something in his gut that just kept telling him that this being was big…but not hostile. It could be his own curiosity that kills him here, but he was banking on his intuition. It’s rarely ever wrong…but that doesn’t mean today could be a bad day to gamble. Jeb stops short of the catwalk that ended directly in front of the large creature. Looking up at it as the lights on the body flickered to life and grew in intensity every waking moment. The sound of the bay doors and emergency exits sealing shut only meant that Jeb had made his choice and was left to his fate. Despite the panicking grunts that lay just outside of the observation bay and the blaring alarms that rang around him, Jeb could pick up on the sound of the being coming to life even more. The long limbs that once hung limply sprang to life and reached up to pull and yank at the wires that kept it suspended. Pulling on them with force as the wires easily snap and the hoses that were delivering the sedatives were severed. Leading to lots of sparking and fluid to pool on the ground below the catwalks as the head jostles about. Finally, with one massive heave, the wings from behind the beast spread out. Destroying the catwalks that were present to the sides as Jeb takes a cautionary stance as more wires pop and the weight of the being brings it down from the ceiling. A tremor rings out as the beast lands on the ground, shaking Jeb around like a mere ragdoll as the beast finds its footing and stands on its own two long legs for the first time. It was finally awake. Jeb could only stand and watch it in awe as the being stood up straight and tall. The metal of its chassis creaking and popping as the visor on its head finally flickers to life. Casting the lone scientist in front of them in an eerie green light. Again, despite the atmospheric noise surrounding them both, Jeb can hear the sounds that the creature was emanating. Clicking, beeping, and mechanical whirring were all present in the room and eventually the alarm was silenced from the outside. Finally giving Jeb a moment to actually listen in on the being as it was…speaking?? He couldn’t really tell what it was saying…IF it was saying anything. But with the eerie calm that resonated throughout the bay, Jeb came to realize another source of sound that radiated from the creature. Breathing. He could hear it breathing. The sound permeated throughout the bay like a droning hum…and Jeb was nothing short of enthralled. But he also took into account the visor that was now illuminated and fixated on him. Staring at him…like it was watching him just as he was watching it. Like it was…thinking. Then, much to his sudden surprise, the bay doors are suddenly released and the beast turns its attention away from him as Jeb does the same. Looking toward the entrance, he sees the Auditor and the Sheriff coming down the catwalk. The Auditor with a rather miffed look on his face as he glares at Jeb, no doubt for the reckless thing that he did, before his gaze flicks upwards to the towering beast. The Sheriff was trying to not look as cowardly as he could, but he could obviously be seen trying to hide behind the Auditor as the closer to the alien they got, the more he would slink behind the employer. When they both came to a stop, the creature stared at them as well. Not showing any signs of hostility, just as Jeb’s gut had predicted. It merely looked at them as they did the same. “Is…is it friendly?” The Sheriff manages to squeak out as Jeb and the Auditor don’t take their gazes off the large being. “Well…I’m not a bloody smear on the ground, now am I?” Jeb mutters in response. “Jeb, what you did was absolutely foolish. If it had been hostile, you would’ve died. Don’t you ever do something that reckless again. Not while I need you alive to help study this creature.” The Auditor scolds, giving Jeb a cruel side-eye as Jeb huffs in response. Then, the group flinches as a series of clicks are heard coming from the being. To which, a sudden bright blue light shoots out from its visor, startling them. The light goes up and down twice before it goes away entirely with a content beep. Leaving them stunned for a moment. “Did…did it just scan us??” Jeb mutters curiously as the being then turns its head to the side. The most unexpected thing happened after that. In which, the beast actually SPOKE. “⊑⟒⌰⌰⍜.” The group nearly jumps out of their skins as the digital garble that filled the room for a moment rattles their ears, leaving them wincing. The group stands in silence as the creature turns its head to the side, as if it was waiting for a greeting as well. “There ain’t no way in hell that thing just spoke.” The Sheriff utters in surprise as the other two blink steadily. “Astonishing…it’s capable of communication.” Jeb states breathlessly as he is awestruck by the subject in question. Meanwhile, the Auditor places a finger on his chin and an unseen smile seems to cross his face as he takes in the sight of the creature before him. Now not a simple mindless beast…but an alien figure that is fully capable of speech and intelligence. “Interesting…” The Auditor states, staring at the large foreign being with a sparkle of intrigue. Things have certainly just gotten very, VERY interesting for his organization against that damned Hank Wimbleton.

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*FSR translation: “Hello.”

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Heavy colour warning ⚠️!

[ Day & Night Dreamer player. ]

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I'm back, and I'm going to made madcom player again :>

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Was hit by a realization earlier

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S/o : the maker's right hand.

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I'm proud O_OOOO

I had a dream about madness combat and decided to transform this fanfic because I really liked the idea

sorry if the reader is sounding like an oc

Madness combat x artist reader

well, it all starts in a mission of the three Grunts, Hank, Deimos and Sanford, things were going well in the mission, Deimos and Sanford walked out of the facility with the mission ended, but there was no sign of Hank around, Deimos ends up finding the man of the red glasses that looked at a wall

—Hey Hank, what are you looking at over there?— Deimos says approaching Hank, he notices Hank's gaze and looks at the wall —what the…— Deimos says dropping his cigarette from his mouth, Sanford approaches confused by his friend's reaction and looks at the wall

the wall had a large drawing of a Chinese dragon, it was not common to find colors other than black, gray and red in snow, but that drawing had several shades of blue, it was something very unusual for them even more because they did not know what kind of creature that was it, their heads filled with questions, “why would AAHW draw this?” “how did they do?” “What creature was that?” and many others, Deimos decides to take a picture of the drawing to try and find out more about it later, Sanford notices something in the corner of the written drawing and reads it aloud —made by: mysterious artist— they decide to leave after taking the photos and sending them to the Doctor, they drive to the base itself with one more question in mind..."is it an ally or an enemy...?" Doctor looked at the images surprised and intrigued, how could this person have approached the installation without being noticed? AAHW wouldn't be the type to paint their own walls with the drawings, the painting seems to have taken a while to do and logically wasn't easy, how did I manage to take so long to do the drawing without getting caught? There were many questions and unfortunately no answers, he couldn't find anything that was that creature, he was curious to know more about that unknown artist

Y/n POV

i was walking through the nevada lands and i walk into my favorite fast food store

—will you want the same as usual Y/n?— the store attendant Carl says, I nod and he gives a slight smile and takes my order, I just wait for my order to be ready while I listen to a conversation that caught my attention -Did you hear? there's someone painting the walls of the places—a grunt talks while eating his Burger—the one who painted the wall of one of the AAHW facilities? yes i heard, i wanted to know what they mean— another grunt says sipping his soda, I smile under my mask, it's been a while since I came to this world, I wasn't from here, this world was very colorless and lifeless so I decided to show some art, I saw an installation called AAHW and made a friend there, but I didn't join, I found out a lot about this AAHW, I thought the things they did were horrible so why not make fun of them a little? tonight I decided that I would provoke this AAHW and other of these presses, I learned to make some weapons that fit me to paint and fight, this world is not so different from mine…there are also presses that use people and don't care about their lives, I want to color this world and use my art to express

—here's your snack Y/n!— Carl smiles as he hands it to me, I wave a thank you to him and leave, I walk to an abandoned base, that's where I used to live, I climb up to the roof and eat my food

This world is a black and white chaos, but I'm going to fill it with color... and maybe... put an end to all this suffering.

I'm not sure what to do, I can edit this chapter and put more stuff or make a headcanons, tell me what you prefer, I hope you like it!

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oh hell no I think I obsessed with Wednesday edit aaaah she's pretty too-