Jules of Nature
Cosmic Funnies
Sade Olutola
i don't do bad sauce passes
Origami Around
$LAYYYTER
Sweet Seals For You, Always
JBB: An Artblog!
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
noise dept.
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
No title available
YOU ARE THE REASON
AnasAbdin
Peter Solarz
Product Placement
trying on a metaphor
Show & Tell
hello vonnie
★
seen from United States
seen from Jordan
seen from Germany
seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from Australia
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from Türkiye
seen from Cyprus
@ask-missingno-000
The forest was quiet, except for the sound of rustling leaves, and a very... strange noise.
It almost sounded broken, like if an old video game’s sounds were glitching, and the game was trying to process what was happening.
They looked ahead, seeing a few scared pokemon run away from the edges of their vision.
They didn’t completely understand why the pokemon were running away. They were a pokemon too, right?
They certainly weren’t human...
(Not sure if you take starters for long form rp, or rp where two characters interact in person, feel free to just delete if you don’t)
They were looking around, their body glitching as always.
A strange noise followed them, as if an old video game’s song was trying to keep its mangled tune understandable.
-@ask-missingno-000
Renato notices the strange figure walking in and approaches with caution.
Greetings. Do you need any help?
He asks, obviously already thinking that they do indeed need help, but asking is part of the protocol.
Missingo made a strange noise, sounding multiple glitchy Pokemon cries happening at once.
They moved back a bit.
Renato takes a step back, startled by the noise, before approaching again
I guess you do, huh?
He extends a hand to Missingno
They stared at him for a moment, but it was hard to tell since they didn’t have a face. Or eyes.
They slowly moved a little closer, slightly pressing a bit of themselves against his hand, since it was the closest thing they could do at that moment to mimic his action.
Their body was strange and almost seemingly glitchy. Like a weird blob of pixels.
He takes his hand out, startled by the strange glitchy feeling.
So... can you write what you need? Or something?
They made that strange noise again, moving a little. Seemed like their form wouldn’t really allow that.
They might not even know how to write. Who knows?
He stands there for a second before an idea crosses his mind.
Just stay here! I'll go get help!
He leaves for a while before coming back with Arata, who looks at Missingno with a strange interest.
Greetings child.
He says, nodding to them.
Would you let me inside your mind?
He asks, his dark eyes flashing, his hair glowing gently.
They stayed still for a while before making a strange noise and then moving a little closer, so that was probably a yes.
Even to anyone who could understand Pokemon, making out exactly what Missingno said would still be difficult.
The man extends his hands, touching what he assumes would be Missingno's head. His eyes shine bright, energy flows through his hair and a strange silence befalls around them.
The silence is suddenly filled with what seems like quiet static and glitching noises.
The garbled sound of multiple glitchy Pokemon cries are heard before it becomes what sounds like garbled talking, like trying to listen to a broken radio that keeps cutting out.
Arata's voice echoes around Missingno a bit. He's not moving his mouth to speak right now.
Try to calm down. I can almost hear you.
Despite trying to calm down, the talking continued to be garbled, even though said talking had slowly stopped cutting out.
Feeling rather stressed out, he takes a step back, pressing onto his temple in frustration.
So?
There is something there, but it's almost indecipherable!
Can't you... try harder?
The glare that Arata shot at Renato could probably cut steel, but the older man sighs, looking at Missingno again.
Do you want to try again?
They made another strange noise and moved closer again.
His eyes light up once again as he concentrates, trying as hard as he phisically can to hear something, anything
The talking is garbled for a while before slowly becoming understandable. A single word was heard.
‘Hello…’
His eyes light up as he hears that, his breath becoming a bit more steady.
Hi. Are you ok?
He asks, trying to keep it simple.
”Don’t… Know…”
Your name? Names?
He asks, his eyes fixated on Missingno
”Don’t… Know…”
Is there something you know? Or are you simply lost and confused?
”Fear…”
Is something following you? Are you in danger?
”Other… Run… Away…”
Do you need a place to hide? We can shelter you if needed. Our facility is rather safe, after all.
”Facility…?”
The place we are currently in.
We have spare rooms for those seeking shelter.
Their body glitched a little more as the talking became garbled again.
Arata took a step back, holding his head as the "connection" was lost for a second.
Mr Tomo!
He lifts a hand to Renato, getting up and fixing his tie.
Get a room to them. They're running from something and I have matters to attend. Maybe we can try again later, if they wish to, of course.
Yes sir!
Renato turns to a group of workers, glaring at them.
You heard the man! Prepare a room for our visitor!
The group rushes away through the corridors of the facility to fix up a room.
They backed up against a nearby wall.
Are you alright fella? Can you walk? I can carry you if needed.
He asks, ready to lift Missingno up
They let out a noise that sounded multiple Pokemon cries at once before moving past him.
Oh, ok...
He says, watching as they walk away
They soon stopped and looked around a bit.
The corridor is full of doors, each one leading to a rather simple, but comfortable room.
A group of workers pass by them in quite the rush. Renato approaches in silence, watching them closely.
Your room is the first one with the open door. If you need anything else...
Well, we'll try~
They move in front of the doorway to the room, looking into said room without entering it.
You... can go in... if you want to...
He says, sounding a bit unsure about this whole situation.
They slowly move into the room.
The room itself is super simple, with a pretty standard bed, a bedside cabinet and a lot of free space. Nothing fancy, but it's comfy enough.
If you need anything, just pull that cord right there and a worker will come.
Renato says, pointing to a cord that hangs near the bed. It's hard to see where it leads.
They went over to the cord, moving a bit of their glitchy blob body around the end of it. They didn’t pull it though.
They soon moved away from it.
Yeah, just pull it and someone will come to check on you!
He says, fidgeting a bit.
I uhh... I have to go now, unless... you need something else?
They made a noise, sounding multiple glitchy Pokemon cries happening at once.
Renato just slowly walked away, having no idea if they want something or not.
They watched him leave before moving over to the bed and looking at it, though it was hard to tell they were doing that due to the lack of an actual face. Or eyes.
They weren’t sure how they felt right now.
(Not sure if you take starters for long form rp, or rp where two characters interact in person, feel free to just delete if you don’t)
They were looking around, their body glitching as always.
A strange noise followed them, as if an old video game’s song was trying to keep its mangled tune understandable.
-@ask-missingno-000
Renato notices the strange figure walking in and approaches with caution.
Greetings. Do you need any help?
He asks, obviously already thinking that they do indeed need help, but asking is part of the protocol.
Missingo made a strange noise, sounding multiple glitchy Pokemon cries happening at once.
They moved back a bit.
Renato takes a step back, startled by the noise, before approaching again
I guess you do, huh?
He extends a hand to Missingno
They stared at him for a moment, but it was hard to tell since they didn’t have a face. Or eyes.
They slowly moved a little closer, slightly pressing a bit of themselves against his hand, since it was the closest thing they could do at that moment to mimic his action.
Their body was strange and almost seemingly glitchy. Like a weird blob of pixels.
He takes his hand out, startled by the strange glitchy feeling.
So... can you write what you need? Or something?
They made that strange noise again, moving a little. Seemed like their form wouldn’t really allow that.
They might not even know how to write. Who knows?
He stands there for a second before an idea crosses his mind.
Just stay here! I'll go get help!
He leaves for a while before coming back with Arata, who looks at Missingno with a strange interest.
Greetings child.
He says, nodding to them.
Would you let me inside your mind?
He asks, his dark eyes flashing, his hair glowing gently.
They stayed still for a while before making a strange noise and then moving a little closer, so that was probably a yes.
Even to anyone who could understand Pokemon, making out exactly what Missingno said would still be difficult.
The man extends his hands, touching what he assumes would be Missingno's head. His eyes shine bright, energy flows through his hair and a strange silence befalls around them.
The silence is suddenly filled with what seems like quiet static and glitching noises.
The garbled sound of multiple glitchy Pokemon cries are heard before it becomes what sounds like garbled talking, like trying to listen to a broken radio that keeps cutting out.
Arata's voice echoes around Missingno a bit. He's not moving his mouth to speak right now.
Try to calm down. I can almost hear you.
Despite trying to calm down, the talking continued to be garbled, even though said talking had slowly stopped cutting out.
Feeling rather stressed out, he takes a step back, pressing onto his temple in frustration.
So?
There is something there, but it's almost indecipherable!
Can't you... try harder?
The glare that Arata shot at Renato could probably cut steel, but the older man sighs, looking at Missingno again.
Do you want to try again?
They made another strange noise and moved closer again.
His eyes light up once again as he concentrates, trying as hard as he phisically can to hear something, anything
The talking is garbled for a while before slowly becoming understandable. A single word was heard.
‘Hello…’
His eyes light up as he hears that, his breath becoming a bit more steady.
Hi. Are you ok?
He asks, trying to keep it simple.
”Don’t… Know…”
Your name? Names?
He asks, his eyes fixated on Missingno
”Don’t… Know…”
Is there something you know? Or are you simply lost and confused?
”Fear…”
Is something following you? Are you in danger?
”Other… Run… Away…”
Do you need a place to hide? We can shelter you if needed. Our facility is rather safe, after all.
”Facility…?”
The place we are currently in.
We have spare rooms for those seeking shelter.
Their body glitched a little more as the talking became garbled again.
Arata took a step back, holding his head as the "connection" was lost for a second.
Mr Tomo!
He lifts a hand to Renato, getting up and fixing his tie.
Get a room to them. They're running from something and I have matters to attend. Maybe we can try again later, if they wish to, of course.
Yes sir!
Renato turns to a group of workers, glaring at them.
You heard the man! Prepare a room for our visitor!
The group rushes away through the corridors of the facility to fix up a room.
They backed up against a nearby wall.
Are you alright fella? Can you walk? I can carry you if needed.
He asks, ready to lift Missingno up
They let out a noise that sounded multiple Pokemon cries at once before moving past him.
Oh, ok...
He says, watching as they walk away
They soon stopped and looked around a bit.
The corridor is full of doors, each one leading to a rather simple, but comfortable room.
A group of workers pass by them in quite the rush. Renato approaches in silence, watching them closely.
Your room is the first one with the open door. If you need anything else...
Well, we'll try~
They move in front of the doorway to the room, looking into said room without entering it.
You... can go in... if you want to...
He says, sounding a bit unsure about this whole situation.
They slowly move into the room.
The room itself is super simple, with a pretty standard bed, a bedside cabinet and a lot of free space. Nothing fancy, but it's comfy enough.
If you need anything, just pull that cord right there and a worker will come.
Renato says, pointing to a cord that hangs near the bed. It's hard to see where it leads.
They went over to the cord, moving a bit of their glitchy blob body around the end of it. They didn’t pull it though.
They soon moved away from it.
Yeah, just pull it and someone will come to check on you!
He says, fidgeting a bit.
I uhh... I have to go now, unless... you need something else?
They made a noise, sounding multiple glitchy Pokemon cries happening at once.
(Not sure if you take starters for long form rp, or rp where two characters interact in person, feel free to just delete if you don’t)
They were looking around, their body glitching as always.
A strange noise followed them, as if an old video game’s song was trying to keep its mangled tune understandable.
-@ask-missingno-000
Renato notices the strange figure walking in and approaches with caution.
Greetings. Do you need any help?
He asks, obviously already thinking that they do indeed need help, but asking is part of the protocol.
Missingo made a strange noise, sounding multiple glitchy Pokemon cries happening at once.
They moved back a bit.
Renato takes a step back, startled by the noise, before approaching again
I guess you do, huh?
He extends a hand to Missingno
They stared at him for a moment, but it was hard to tell since they didn’t have a face. Or eyes.
They slowly moved a little closer, slightly pressing a bit of themselves against his hand, since it was the closest thing they could do at that moment to mimic his action.
Their body was strange and almost seemingly glitchy. Like a weird blob of pixels.
He takes his hand out, startled by the strange glitchy feeling.
So... can you write what you need? Or something?
They made that strange noise again, moving a little. Seemed like their form wouldn’t really allow that.
They might not even know how to write. Who knows?
He stands there for a second before an idea crosses his mind.
Just stay here! I'll go get help!
He leaves for a while before coming back with Arata, who looks at Missingno with a strange interest.
Greetings child.
He says, nodding to them.
Would you let me inside your mind?
He asks, his dark eyes flashing, his hair glowing gently.
They stayed still for a while before making a strange noise and then moving a little closer, so that was probably a yes.
Even to anyone who could understand Pokemon, making out exactly what Missingno said would still be difficult.
The man extends his hands, touching what he assumes would be Missingno's head. His eyes shine bright, energy flows through his hair and a strange silence befalls around them.
The silence is suddenly filled with what seems like quiet static and glitching noises.
The garbled sound of multiple glitchy Pokemon cries are heard before it becomes what sounds like garbled talking, like trying to listen to a broken radio that keeps cutting out.
Arata's voice echoes around Missingno a bit. He's not moving his mouth to speak right now.
Try to calm down. I can almost hear you.
Despite trying to calm down, the talking continued to be garbled, even though said talking had slowly stopped cutting out.
Feeling rather stressed out, he takes a step back, pressing onto his temple in frustration.
So?
There is something there, but it's almost indecipherable!
Can't you... try harder?
The glare that Arata shot at Renato could probably cut steel, but the older man sighs, looking at Missingno again.
Do you want to try again?
They made another strange noise and moved closer again.
His eyes light up once again as he concentrates, trying as hard as he phisically can to hear something, anything
The talking is garbled for a while before slowly becoming understandable. A single word was heard.
‘Hello…’
His eyes light up as he hears that, his breath becoming a bit more steady.
Hi. Are you ok?
He asks, trying to keep it simple.
”Don’t… Know…”
Your name? Names?
He asks, his eyes fixated on Missingno
”Don’t… Know…”
Is there something you know? Or are you simply lost and confused?
”Fear…”
Is something following you? Are you in danger?
”Other… Run… Away…”
Do you need a place to hide? We can shelter you if needed. Our facility is rather safe, after all.
”Facility…?”
The place we are currently in.
We have spare rooms for those seeking shelter.
Their body glitched a little more as the talking became garbled again.
Arata took a step back, holding his head as the "connection" was lost for a second.
Mr Tomo!
He lifts a hand to Renato, getting up and fixing his tie.
Get a room to them. They're running from something and I have matters to attend. Maybe we can try again later, if they wish to, of course.
Yes sir!
Renato turns to a group of workers, glaring at them.
You heard the man! Prepare a room for our visitor!
The group rushes away through the corridors of the facility to fix up a room.
They backed up against a nearby wall.
Are you alright fella? Can you walk? I can carry you if needed.
He asks, ready to lift Missingno up
They let out a noise that sounded multiple Pokemon cries at once before moving past him.
Oh, ok...
He says, watching as they walk away
They soon stopped and looked around a bit.
The corridor is full of doors, each one leading to a rather simple, but comfortable room.
A group of workers pass by them in quite the rush. Renato approaches in silence, watching them closely.
Your room is the first one with the open door. If you need anything else...
Well, we'll try~
They move in front of the doorway to the room, looking into said room without entering it.
You... can go in... if you want to...
He says, sounding a bit unsure about this whole situation.
They slowly move into the room.
The room itself is super simple, with a pretty standard bed, a bedside cabinet and a lot of free space. Nothing fancy, but it's comfy enough.
If you need anything, just pull that cord right there and a worker will come.
Renato says, pointing to a cord that hangs near the bed. It's hard to see where it leads.
They went over to the cord, moving a bit of their glitchy blob body around the end of it. They didn’t pull it though.
They soon moved away from it.
(Not sure if you take starters for long form rp, or rp where two characters interact in person, feel free to just delete if you don’t)
They were looking around, their body glitching as always.
A strange noise followed them, as if an old video game’s song was trying to keep its mangled tune understandable.
-@ask-missingno-000
Renato notices the strange figure walking in and approaches with caution.
Greetings. Do you need any help?
He asks, obviously already thinking that they do indeed need help, but asking is part of the protocol.
Missingo made a strange noise, sounding multiple glitchy Pokemon cries happening at once.
They moved back a bit.
Renato takes a step back, startled by the noise, before approaching again
I guess you do, huh?
He extends a hand to Missingno
They stared at him for a moment, but it was hard to tell since they didn’t have a face. Or eyes.
They slowly moved a little closer, slightly pressing a bit of themselves against his hand, since it was the closest thing they could do at that moment to mimic his action.
Their body was strange and almost seemingly glitchy. Like a weird blob of pixels.
He takes his hand out, startled by the strange glitchy feeling.
So... can you write what you need? Or something?
They made that strange noise again, moving a little. Seemed like their form wouldn’t really allow that.
They might not even know how to write. Who knows?
He stands there for a second before an idea crosses his mind.
Just stay here! I'll go get help!
He leaves for a while before coming back with Arata, who looks at Missingno with a strange interest.
Greetings child.
He says, nodding to them.
Would you let me inside your mind?
He asks, his dark eyes flashing, his hair glowing gently.
They stayed still for a while before making a strange noise and then moving a little closer, so that was probably a yes.
Even to anyone who could understand Pokemon, making out exactly what Missingno said would still be difficult.
The man extends his hands, touching what he assumes would be Missingno's head. His eyes shine bright, energy flows through his hair and a strange silence befalls around them.
The silence is suddenly filled with what seems like quiet static and glitching noises.
The garbled sound of multiple glitchy Pokemon cries are heard before it becomes what sounds like garbled talking, like trying to listen to a broken radio that keeps cutting out.
Arata's voice echoes around Missingno a bit. He's not moving his mouth to speak right now.
Try to calm down. I can almost hear you.
Despite trying to calm down, the talking continued to be garbled, even though said talking had slowly stopped cutting out.
Feeling rather stressed out, he takes a step back, pressing onto his temple in frustration.
So?
There is something there, but it's almost indecipherable!
Can't you... try harder?
The glare that Arata shot at Renato could probably cut steel, but the older man sighs, looking at Missingno again.
Do you want to try again?
They made another strange noise and moved closer again.
His eyes light up once again as he concentrates, trying as hard as he phisically can to hear something, anything
The talking is garbled for a while before slowly becoming understandable. A single word was heard.
‘Hello…’
His eyes light up as he hears that, his breath becoming a bit more steady.
Hi. Are you ok?
He asks, trying to keep it simple.
”Don’t… Know…”
Your name? Names?
He asks, his eyes fixated on Missingno
”Don’t… Know…”
Is there something you know? Or are you simply lost and confused?
”Fear…”
Is something following you? Are you in danger?
”Other… Run… Away…”
Do you need a place to hide? We can shelter you if needed. Our facility is rather safe, after all.
”Facility…?”
The place we are currently in.
We have spare rooms for those seeking shelter.
Their body glitched a little more as the talking became garbled again.
Arata took a step back, holding his head as the "connection" was lost for a second.
Mr Tomo!
He lifts a hand to Renato, getting up and fixing his tie.
Get a room to them. They're running from something and I have matters to attend. Maybe we can try again later, if they wish to, of course.
Yes sir!
Renato turns to a group of workers, glaring at them.
You heard the man! Prepare a room for our visitor!
The group rushes away through the corridors of the facility to fix up a room.
They backed up against a nearby wall.
Are you alright fella? Can you walk? I can carry you if needed.
He asks, ready to lift Missingno up
They let out a noise that sounded multiple Pokemon cries at once before moving past him.
Oh, ok...
He says, watching as they walk away
They soon stopped and looked around a bit.
The corridor is full of doors, each one leading to a rather simple, but comfortable room.
A group of workers pass by them in quite the rush. Renato approaches in silence, watching them closely.
Your room is the first one with the open door. If you need anything else...
Well, we'll try~
They move in front of the doorway to the room, looking into said room without entering it.
You... can go in... if you want to...
He says, sounding a bit unsure about this whole situation.
They slowly move into the room.
(Not sure if you take starters for long form rp, or rp where two characters interact in person, feel free to just delete if you don’t)
They were looking around, their body glitching as always.
A strange noise followed them, as if an old video game’s song was trying to keep its mangled tune understandable.
-@ask-missingno-000
Renato notices the strange figure walking in and approaches with caution.
Greetings. Do you need any help?
He asks, obviously already thinking that they do indeed need help, but asking is part of the protocol.
Missingo made a strange noise, sounding multiple glitchy Pokemon cries happening at once.
They moved back a bit.
Renato takes a step back, startled by the noise, before approaching again
I guess you do, huh?
He extends a hand to Missingno
They stared at him for a moment, but it was hard to tell since they didn’t have a face. Or eyes.
They slowly moved a little closer, slightly pressing a bit of themselves against his hand, since it was the closest thing they could do at that moment to mimic his action.
Their body was strange and almost seemingly glitchy. Like a weird blob of pixels.
He takes his hand out, startled by the strange glitchy feeling.
So... can you write what you need? Or something?
They made that strange noise again, moving a little. Seemed like their form wouldn’t really allow that.
They might not even know how to write. Who knows?
He stands there for a second before an idea crosses his mind.
Just stay here! I'll go get help!
He leaves for a while before coming back with Arata, who looks at Missingno with a strange interest.
Greetings child.
He says, nodding to them.
Would you let me inside your mind?
He asks, his dark eyes flashing, his hair glowing gently.
They stayed still for a while before making a strange noise and then moving a little closer, so that was probably a yes.
Even to anyone who could understand Pokemon, making out exactly what Missingno said would still be difficult.
The man extends his hands, touching what he assumes would be Missingno's head. His eyes shine bright, energy flows through his hair and a strange silence befalls around them.
The silence is suddenly filled with what seems like quiet static and glitching noises.
The garbled sound of multiple glitchy Pokemon cries are heard before it becomes what sounds like garbled talking, like trying to listen to a broken radio that keeps cutting out.
Arata's voice echoes around Missingno a bit. He's not moving his mouth to speak right now.
Try to calm down. I can almost hear you.
Despite trying to calm down, the talking continued to be garbled, even though said talking had slowly stopped cutting out.
Feeling rather stressed out, he takes a step back, pressing onto his temple in frustration.
So?
There is something there, but it's almost indecipherable!
Can't you... try harder?
The glare that Arata shot at Renato could probably cut steel, but the older man sighs, looking at Missingno again.
Do you want to try again?
They made another strange noise and moved closer again.
His eyes light up once again as he concentrates, trying as hard as he phisically can to hear something, anything
The talking is garbled for a while before slowly becoming understandable. A single word was heard.
‘Hello…’
His eyes light up as he hears that, his breath becoming a bit more steady.
Hi. Are you ok?
He asks, trying to keep it simple.
”Don’t… Know…”
Your name? Names?
He asks, his eyes fixated on Missingno
”Don’t… Know…”
Is there something you know? Or are you simply lost and confused?
”Fear…”
Is something following you? Are you in danger?
”Other… Run… Away…”
Do you need a place to hide? We can shelter you if needed. Our facility is rather safe, after all.
”Facility…?”
The place we are currently in.
We have spare rooms for those seeking shelter.
Their body glitched a little more as the talking became garbled again.
Arata took a step back, holding his head as the "connection" was lost for a second.
Mr Tomo!
He lifts a hand to Renato, getting up and fixing his tie.
Get a room to them. They're running from something and I have matters to attend. Maybe we can try again later, if they wish to, of course.
Yes sir!
Renato turns to a group of workers, glaring at them.
You heard the man! Prepare a room for our visitor!
The group rushes away through the corridors of the facility to fix up a room.
They backed up against a nearby wall.
Are you alright fella? Can you walk? I can carry you if needed.
He asks, ready to lift Missingno up
They let out a noise that sounded multiple Pokemon cries at once before moving past him.
Oh, ok...
He says, watching as they walk away
They soon stopped and looked around a bit.
The corridor is full of doors, each one leading to a rather simple, but comfortable room.
A group of workers pass by them in quite the rush. Renato approaches in silence, watching them closely.
Your room is the first one with the open door. If you need anything else...
Well, we'll try~
They move in front of the doorway to the room, looking into said room without entering it.
(Not sure if you take starters for long form rp, or rp where two characters interact in person, feel free to just delete if you don’t)
They were looking around, their body glitching as always.
A strange noise followed them, as if an old video game’s song was trying to keep its mangled tune understandable.
-@ask-missingno-000
Renato notices the strange figure walking in and approaches with caution.
Greetings. Do you need any help?
He asks, obviously already thinking that they do indeed need help, but asking is part of the protocol.
Missingo made a strange noise, sounding multiple glitchy Pokemon cries happening at once.
They moved back a bit.
Renato takes a step back, startled by the noise, before approaching again
I guess you do, huh?
He extends a hand to Missingno
They stared at him for a moment, but it was hard to tell since they didn’t have a face. Or eyes.
They slowly moved a little closer, slightly pressing a bit of themselves against his hand, since it was the closest thing they could do at that moment to mimic his action.
Their body was strange and almost seemingly glitchy. Like a weird blob of pixels.
He takes his hand out, startled by the strange glitchy feeling.
So... can you write what you need? Or something?
They made that strange noise again, moving a little. Seemed like their form wouldn’t really allow that.
They might not even know how to write. Who knows?
He stands there for a second before an idea crosses his mind.
Just stay here! I'll go get help!
He leaves for a while before coming back with Arata, who looks at Missingno with a strange interest.
Greetings child.
He says, nodding to them.
Would you let me inside your mind?
He asks, his dark eyes flashing, his hair glowing gently.
They stayed still for a while before making a strange noise and then moving a little closer, so that was probably a yes.
Even to anyone who could understand Pokemon, making out exactly what Missingno said would still be difficult.
The man extends his hands, touching what he assumes would be Missingno's head. His eyes shine bright, energy flows through his hair and a strange silence befalls around them.
The silence is suddenly filled with what seems like quiet static and glitching noises.
The garbled sound of multiple glitchy Pokemon cries are heard before it becomes what sounds like garbled talking, like trying to listen to a broken radio that keeps cutting out.
Arata's voice echoes around Missingno a bit. He's not moving his mouth to speak right now.
Try to calm down. I can almost hear you.
Despite trying to calm down, the talking continued to be garbled, even though said talking had slowly stopped cutting out.
Feeling rather stressed out, he takes a step back, pressing onto his temple in frustration.
So?
There is something there, but it's almost indecipherable!
Can't you... try harder?
The glare that Arata shot at Renato could probably cut steel, but the older man sighs, looking at Missingno again.
Do you want to try again?
They made another strange noise and moved closer again.
His eyes light up once again as he concentrates, trying as hard as he phisically can to hear something, anything
The talking is garbled for a while before slowly becoming understandable. A single word was heard.
‘Hello…’
His eyes light up as he hears that, his breath becoming a bit more steady.
Hi. Are you ok?
He asks, trying to keep it simple.
”Don’t… Know…”
Your name? Names?
He asks, his eyes fixated on Missingno
”Don’t… Know…”
Is there something you know? Or are you simply lost and confused?
”Fear…”
Is something following you? Are you in danger?
”Other… Run… Away…”
Do you need a place to hide? We can shelter you if needed. Our facility is rather safe, after all.
”Facility…?”
The place we are currently in.
We have spare rooms for those seeking shelter.
Their body glitched a little more as the talking became garbled again.
Arata took a step back, holding his head as the "connection" was lost for a second.
Mr Tomo!
He lifts a hand to Renato, getting up and fixing his tie.
Get a room to them. They're running from something and I have matters to attend. Maybe we can try again later, if they wish to, of course.
Yes sir!
Renato turns to a group of workers, glaring at them.
You heard the man! Prepare a room for our visitor!
The group rushes away through the corridors of the facility to fix up a room.
They backed up against a nearby wall.
Are you alright fella? Can you walk? I can carry you if needed.
He asks, ready to lift Missingno up
They let out a noise that sounded multiple Pokemon cries at once before moving past him.
Oh, ok...
He says, watching as they walk away
They soon stopped and looked around a bit.
(Not sure if you take starters for long form rp, or rp where two characters interact in person, feel free to just delete if you don’t)
They were looking around, their body glitching as always.
A strange noise followed them, as if an old video game’s song was trying to keep its mangled tune understandable.
-@ask-missingno-000
Renato notices the strange figure walking in and approaches with caution.
Greetings. Do you need any help?
He asks, obviously already thinking that they do indeed need help, but asking is part of the protocol.
Missingo made a strange noise, sounding multiple glitchy Pokemon cries happening at once.
They moved back a bit.
Renato takes a step back, startled by the noise, before approaching again
I guess you do, huh?
He extends a hand to Missingno
They stared at him for a moment, but it was hard to tell since they didn’t have a face. Or eyes.
They slowly moved a little closer, slightly pressing a bit of themselves against his hand, since it was the closest thing they could do at that moment to mimic his action.
Their body was strange and almost seemingly glitchy. Like a weird blob of pixels.
He takes his hand out, startled by the strange glitchy feeling.
So... can you write what you need? Or something?
They made that strange noise again, moving a little. Seemed like their form wouldn’t really allow that.
They might not even know how to write. Who knows?
He stands there for a second before an idea crosses his mind.
Just stay here! I'll go get help!
He leaves for a while before coming back with Arata, who looks at Missingno with a strange interest.
Greetings child.
He says, nodding to them.
Would you let me inside your mind?
He asks, his dark eyes flashing, his hair glowing gently.
They stayed still for a while before making a strange noise and then moving a little closer, so that was probably a yes.
Even to anyone who could understand Pokemon, making out exactly what Missingno said would still be difficult.
The man extends his hands, touching what he assumes would be Missingno's head. His eyes shine bright, energy flows through his hair and a strange silence befalls around them.
The silence is suddenly filled with what seems like quiet static and glitching noises.
The garbled sound of multiple glitchy Pokemon cries are heard before it becomes what sounds like garbled talking, like trying to listen to a broken radio that keeps cutting out.
Arata's voice echoes around Missingno a bit. He's not moving his mouth to speak right now.
Try to calm down. I can almost hear you.
Despite trying to calm down, the talking continued to be garbled, even though said talking had slowly stopped cutting out.
Feeling rather stressed out, he takes a step back, pressing onto his temple in frustration.
So?
There is something there, but it's almost indecipherable!
Can't you... try harder?
The glare that Arata shot at Renato could probably cut steel, but the older man sighs, looking at Missingno again.
Do you want to try again?
They made another strange noise and moved closer again.
His eyes light up once again as he concentrates, trying as hard as he phisically can to hear something, anything
The talking is garbled for a while before slowly becoming understandable. A single word was heard.
‘Hello…’
His eyes light up as he hears that, his breath becoming a bit more steady.
Hi. Are you ok?
He asks, trying to keep it simple.
”Don’t… Know…”
Your name? Names?
He asks, his eyes fixated on Missingno
”Don’t… Know…”
Is there something you know? Or are you simply lost and confused?
”Fear…”
Is something following you? Are you in danger?
”Other… Run… Away…”
Do you need a place to hide? We can shelter you if needed. Our facility is rather safe, after all.
”Facility…?”
The place we are currently in.
We have spare rooms for those seeking shelter.
Their body glitched a little more as the talking became garbled again.
Arata took a step back, holding his head as the "connection" was lost for a second.
Mr Tomo!
He lifts a hand to Renato, getting up and fixing his tie.
Get a room to them. They're running from something and I have matters to attend. Maybe we can try again later, if they wish to, of course.
Yes sir!
Renato turns to a group of workers, glaring at them.
You heard the man! Prepare a room for our visitor!
The group rushes away through the corridors of the facility to fix up a room.
They backed up against a nearby wall.
Are you alright fella? Can you walk? I can carry you if needed.
He asks, ready to lift Missingno up
They let out a noise that sounded multiple Pokemon cries at once before moving past him.
Don't stay at that place, they are a cult and are evil. They forcibly fuse people and pokemon.
They made a strange glitchy noise.
(Not sure if you take starters for long form rp, or rp where two characters interact in person, feel free to just delete if you don’t)
They were looking around, their body glitching as always.
A strange noise followed them, as if an old video game’s song was trying to keep its mangled tune understandable.
-@ask-missingno-000
Renato notices the strange figure walking in and approaches with caution.
Greetings. Do you need any help?
He asks, obviously already thinking that they do indeed need help, but asking is part of the protocol.
Missingo made a strange noise, sounding multiple glitchy Pokemon cries happening at once.
They moved back a bit.
Renato takes a step back, startled by the noise, before approaching again
I guess you do, huh?
He extends a hand to Missingno
They stared at him for a moment, but it was hard to tell since they didn’t have a face. Or eyes.
They slowly moved a little closer, slightly pressing a bit of themselves against his hand, since it was the closest thing they could do at that moment to mimic his action.
Their body was strange and almost seemingly glitchy. Like a weird blob of pixels.
He takes his hand out, startled by the strange glitchy feeling.
So... can you write what you need? Or something?
They made that strange noise again, moving a little. Seemed like their form wouldn’t really allow that.
They might not even know how to write. Who knows?
He stands there for a second before an idea crosses his mind.
Just stay here! I'll go get help!
He leaves for a while before coming back with Arata, who looks at Missingno with a strange interest.
Greetings child.
He says, nodding to them.
Would you let me inside your mind?
He asks, his dark eyes flashing, his hair glowing gently.
They stayed still for a while before making a strange noise and then moving a little closer, so that was probably a yes.
Even to anyone who could understand Pokemon, making out exactly what Missingno said would still be difficult.
The man extends his hands, touching what he assumes would be Missingno's head. His eyes shine bright, energy flows through his hair and a strange silence befalls around them.
The silence is suddenly filled with what seems like quiet static and glitching noises.
The garbled sound of multiple glitchy Pokemon cries are heard before it becomes what sounds like garbled talking, like trying to listen to a broken radio that keeps cutting out.
Arata's voice echoes around Missingno a bit. He's not moving his mouth to speak right now.
Try to calm down. I can almost hear you.
Despite trying to calm down, the talking continued to be garbled, even though said talking had slowly stopped cutting out.
Feeling rather stressed out, he takes a step back, pressing onto his temple in frustration.
So?
There is something there, but it's almost indecipherable!
Can't you... try harder?
The glare that Arata shot at Renato could probably cut steel, but the older man sighs, looking at Missingno again.
Do you want to try again?
They made another strange noise and moved closer again.
His eyes light up once again as he concentrates, trying as hard as he phisically can to hear something, anything
The talking is garbled for a while before slowly becoming understandable. A single word was heard.
‘Hello…’
His eyes light up as he hears that, his breath becoming a bit more steady.
Hi. Are you ok?
He asks, trying to keep it simple.
”Don’t… Know…”
Your name? Names?
He asks, his eyes fixated on Missingno
”Don’t… Know…”
Is there something you know? Or are you simply lost and confused?
”Fear…”
Is something following you? Are you in danger?
”Other… Run… Away…”
Do you need a place to hide? We can shelter you if needed. Our facility is rather safe, after all.
”Facility…?”
The place we are currently in.
We have spare rooms for those seeking shelter.
Their body glitched a little more as the talking became garbled again.
Arata took a step back, holding his head as the "connection" was lost for a second.
Mr Tomo!
He lifts a hand to Renato, getting up and fixing his tie.
Get a room to them. They're running from something and I have matters to attend. Maybe we can try again later, if they wish to, of course.
Yes sir!
Renato turns to a group of workers, glaring at them.
You heard the man! Prepare a room for our visitor!
The group rushes away through the corridors of the facility to fix up a room.
They backed up against a nearby wall.
(Not sure if you take starters for long form rp, or rp where two characters interact in person, feel free to just delete if you don’t)
They were looking around, their body glitching as always.
A strange noise followed them, as if an old video game’s song was trying to keep its mangled tune understandable.
-@ask-missingno-000
Renato notices the strange figure walking in and approaches with caution.
Greetings. Do you need any help?
He asks, obviously already thinking that they do indeed need help, but asking is part of the protocol.
Missingo made a strange noise, sounding multiple glitchy Pokemon cries happening at once.
They moved back a bit.
Renato takes a step back, startled by the noise, before approaching again
I guess you do, huh?
He extends a hand to Missingno
They stared at him for a moment, but it was hard to tell since they didn’t have a face. Or eyes.
They slowly moved a little closer, slightly pressing a bit of themselves against his hand, since it was the closest thing they could do at that moment to mimic his action.
Their body was strange and almost seemingly glitchy. Like a weird blob of pixels.
He takes his hand out, startled by the strange glitchy feeling.
So... can you write what you need? Or something?
They made that strange noise again, moving a little. Seemed like their form wouldn’t really allow that.
They might not even know how to write. Who knows?
He stands there for a second before an idea crosses his mind.
Just stay here! I'll go get help!
He leaves for a while before coming back with Arata, who looks at Missingno with a strange interest.
Greetings child.
He says, nodding to them.
Would you let me inside your mind?
He asks, his dark eyes flashing, his hair glowing gently.
They stayed still for a while before making a strange noise and then moving a little closer, so that was probably a yes.
Even to anyone who could understand Pokemon, making out exactly what Missingno said would still be difficult.
The man extends his hands, touching what he assumes would be Missingno's head. His eyes shine bright, energy flows through his hair and a strange silence befalls around them.
The silence is suddenly filled with what seems like quiet static and glitching noises.
The garbled sound of multiple glitchy Pokemon cries are heard before it becomes what sounds like garbled talking, like trying to listen to a broken radio that keeps cutting out.
Arata's voice echoes around Missingno a bit. He's not moving his mouth to speak right now.
Try to calm down. I can almost hear you.
Despite trying to calm down, the talking continued to be garbled, even though said talking had slowly stopped cutting out.
Feeling rather stressed out, he takes a step back, pressing onto his temple in frustration.
So?
There is something there, but it's almost indecipherable!
Can't you... try harder?
The glare that Arata shot at Renato could probably cut steel, but the older man sighs, looking at Missingno again.
Do you want to try again?
They made another strange noise and moved closer again.
His eyes light up once again as he concentrates, trying as hard as he phisically can to hear something, anything
The talking is garbled for a while before slowly becoming understandable. A single word was heard.
‘Hello…’
His eyes light up as he hears that, his breath becoming a bit more steady.
Hi. Are you ok?
He asks, trying to keep it simple.
”Don’t… Know…”
Your name? Names?
He asks, his eyes fixated on Missingno
”Don’t… Know…”
Is there something you know? Or are you simply lost and confused?
”Fear…”
Is something following you? Are you in danger?
”Other… Run… Away…”
Do you need a place to hide? We can shelter you if needed. Our facility is rather safe, after all.
”Facility…?”
The place we are currently in.
We have spare rooms for those seeking shelter.
Their body glitched a little more as the talking became garbled again.
(Not sure if you take starters for long form rp, or rp where two characters interact in person, feel free to just delete if you don’t)
They were looking around, their body glitching as always.
A strange noise followed them, as if an old video game’s song was trying to keep its mangled tune understandable.
-@ask-missingno-000
Renato notices the strange figure walking in and approaches with caution.
Greetings. Do you need any help?
He asks, obviously already thinking that they do indeed need help, but asking is part of the protocol.
Missingo made a strange noise, sounding multiple glitchy Pokemon cries happening at once.
They moved back a bit.
Renato takes a step back, startled by the noise, before approaching again
I guess you do, huh?
He extends a hand to Missingno
They stared at him for a moment, but it was hard to tell since they didn’t have a face. Or eyes.
They slowly moved a little closer, slightly pressing a bit of themselves against his hand, since it was the closest thing they could do at that moment to mimic his action.
Their body was strange and almost seemingly glitchy. Like a weird blob of pixels.
He takes his hand out, startled by the strange glitchy feeling.
So... can you write what you need? Or something?
They made that strange noise again, moving a little. Seemed like their form wouldn’t really allow that.
They might not even know how to write. Who knows?
He stands there for a second before an idea crosses his mind.
Just stay here! I'll go get help!
He leaves for a while before coming back with Arata, who looks at Missingno with a strange interest.
Greetings child.
He says, nodding to them.
Would you let me inside your mind?
He asks, his dark eyes flashing, his hair glowing gently.
They stayed still for a while before making a strange noise and then moving a little closer, so that was probably a yes.
Even to anyone who could understand Pokemon, making out exactly what Missingno said would still be difficult.
The man extends his hands, touching what he assumes would be Missingno's head. His eyes shine bright, energy flows through his hair and a strange silence befalls around them.
The silence is suddenly filled with what seems like quiet static and glitching noises.
The garbled sound of multiple glitchy Pokemon cries are heard before it becomes what sounds like garbled talking, like trying to listen to a broken radio that keeps cutting out.
Arata's voice echoes around Missingno a bit. He's not moving his mouth to speak right now.
Try to calm down. I can almost hear you.
Despite trying to calm down, the talking continued to be garbled, even though said talking had slowly stopped cutting out.
Feeling rather stressed out, he takes a step back, pressing onto his temple in frustration.
So?
There is something there, but it's almost indecipherable!
Can't you... try harder?
The glare that Arata shot at Renato could probably cut steel, but the older man sighs, looking at Missingno again.
Do you want to try again?
They made another strange noise and moved closer again.
His eyes light up once again as he concentrates, trying as hard as he phisically can to hear something, anything
The talking is garbled for a while before slowly becoming understandable. A single word was heard.
‘Hello…’
His eyes light up as he hears that, his breath becoming a bit more steady.
Hi. Are you ok?
He asks, trying to keep it simple.
”Don’t… Know…”
Your name? Names?
He asks, his eyes fixated on Missingno
”Don’t… Know…”
Is there something you know? Or are you simply lost and confused?
”Fear…”
Is something following you? Are you in danger?
”Other… Run… Away…”
Do you need a place to hide? We can shelter you if needed. Our facility is rather safe, after all.
”Facility…?”
(Not sure if you take starters for long form rp, or rp where two characters interact in person, feel free to just delete if you don’t)
They were looking around, their body glitching as always.
A strange noise followed them, as if an old video game’s song was trying to keep its mangled tune understandable.
-@ask-missingno-000
Renato notices the strange figure walking in and approaches with caution.
Greetings. Do you need any help?
He asks, obviously already thinking that they do indeed need help, but asking is part of the protocol.
Missingo made a strange noise, sounding multiple glitchy Pokemon cries happening at once.
They moved back a bit.
Renato takes a step back, startled by the noise, before approaching again
I guess you do, huh?
He extends a hand to Missingno
They stared at him for a moment, but it was hard to tell since they didn’t have a face. Or eyes.
They slowly moved a little closer, slightly pressing a bit of themselves against his hand, since it was the closest thing they could do at that moment to mimic his action.
Their body was strange and almost seemingly glitchy. Like a weird blob of pixels.
He takes his hand out, startled by the strange glitchy feeling.
So... can you write what you need? Or something?
They made that strange noise again, moving a little. Seemed like their form wouldn’t really allow that.
They might not even know how to write. Who knows?
He stands there for a second before an idea crosses his mind.
Just stay here! I'll go get help!
He leaves for a while before coming back with Arata, who looks at Missingno with a strange interest.
Greetings child.
He says, nodding to them.
Would you let me inside your mind?
He asks, his dark eyes flashing, his hair glowing gently.
They stayed still for a while before making a strange noise and then moving a little closer, so that was probably a yes.
Even to anyone who could understand Pokemon, making out exactly what Missingno said would still be difficult.
The man extends his hands, touching what he assumes would be Missingno's head. His eyes shine bright, energy flows through his hair and a strange silence befalls around them.
The silence is suddenly filled with what seems like quiet static and glitching noises.
The garbled sound of multiple glitchy Pokemon cries are heard before it becomes what sounds like garbled talking, like trying to listen to a broken radio that keeps cutting out.
Arata's voice echoes around Missingno a bit. He's not moving his mouth to speak right now.
Try to calm down. I can almost hear you.
Despite trying to calm down, the talking continued to be garbled, even though said talking had slowly stopped cutting out.
Feeling rather stressed out, he takes a step back, pressing onto his temple in frustration.
So?
There is something there, but it's almost indecipherable!
Can't you... try harder?
The glare that Arata shot at Renato could probably cut steel, but the older man sighs, looking at Missingno again.
Do you want to try again?
They made another strange noise and moved closer again.
His eyes light up once again as he concentrates, trying as hard as he phisically can to hear something, anything
The talking is garbled for a while before slowly becoming understandable. A single word was heard.
‘Hello…’
His eyes light up as he hears that, his breath becoming a bit more steady.
Hi. Are you ok?
He asks, trying to keep it simple.
”Don’t… Know…”
Your name? Names?
He asks, his eyes fixated on Missingno
”Don’t… Know…”
Is there something you know? Or are you simply lost and confused?
”Fear…”
Is something following you? Are you in danger?
”Other… Run… Away…”
(Not sure if you take starters for long form rp, or rp where two characters interact in person, feel free to just delete if you don’t)
They were looking around, their body glitching as always.
A strange noise followed them, as if an old video game’s song was trying to keep its mangled tune understandable.
-@ask-missingno-000
Renato notices the strange figure walking in and approaches with caution.
Greetings. Do you need any help?
He asks, obviously already thinking that they do indeed need help, but asking is part of the protocol.
Missingo made a strange noise, sounding multiple glitchy Pokemon cries happening at once.
They moved back a bit.
Renato takes a step back, startled by the noise, before approaching again
I guess you do, huh?
He extends a hand to Missingno
They stared at him for a moment, but it was hard to tell since they didn’t have a face. Or eyes.
They slowly moved a little closer, slightly pressing a bit of themselves against his hand, since it was the closest thing they could do at that moment to mimic his action.
Their body was strange and almost seemingly glitchy. Like a weird blob of pixels.
He takes his hand out, startled by the strange glitchy feeling.
So... can you write what you need? Or something?
They made that strange noise again, moving a little. Seemed like their form wouldn’t really allow that.
They might not even know how to write. Who knows?
He stands there for a second before an idea crosses his mind.
Just stay here! I'll go get help!
He leaves for a while before coming back with Arata, who looks at Missingno with a strange interest.
Greetings child.
He says, nodding to them.
Would you let me inside your mind?
He asks, his dark eyes flashing, his hair glowing gently.
They stayed still for a while before making a strange noise and then moving a little closer, so that was probably a yes.
Even to anyone who could understand Pokemon, making out exactly what Missingno said would still be difficult.
The man extends his hands, touching what he assumes would be Missingno's head. His eyes shine bright, energy flows through his hair and a strange silence befalls around them.
The silence is suddenly filled with what seems like quiet static and glitching noises.
The garbled sound of multiple glitchy Pokemon cries are heard before it becomes what sounds like garbled talking, like trying to listen to a broken radio that keeps cutting out.
Arata's voice echoes around Missingno a bit. He's not moving his mouth to speak right now.
Try to calm down. I can almost hear you.
Despite trying to calm down, the talking continued to be garbled, even though said talking had slowly stopped cutting out.
Feeling rather stressed out, he takes a step back, pressing onto his temple in frustration.
So?
There is something there, but it's almost indecipherable!
Can't you... try harder?
The glare that Arata shot at Renato could probably cut steel, but the older man sighs, looking at Missingno again.
Do you want to try again?
They made another strange noise and moved closer again.
His eyes light up once again as he concentrates, trying as hard as he phisically can to hear something, anything
The talking is garbled for a while before slowly becoming understandable. A single word was heard.
‘Hello…’
His eyes light up as he hears that, his breath becoming a bit more steady.
Hi. Are you ok?
He asks, trying to keep it simple.
”Don’t… Know…”
Your name? Names?
He asks, his eyes fixated on Missingno
”Don’t… Know…”
Is there something you know? Or are you simply lost and confused?
”Fear…”
(Not sure if you take starters for long form rp, or rp where two characters interact in person, feel free to just delete if you don’t)
They were looking around, their body glitching as always.
A strange noise followed them, as if an old video game’s song was trying to keep its mangled tune understandable.
-@ask-missingno-000
Renato notices the strange figure walking in and approaches with caution.
Greetings. Do you need any help?
He asks, obviously already thinking that they do indeed need help, but asking is part of the protocol.
Missingo made a strange noise, sounding multiple glitchy Pokemon cries happening at once.
They moved back a bit.
Renato takes a step back, startled by the noise, before approaching again
I guess you do, huh?
He extends a hand to Missingno
They stared at him for a moment, but it was hard to tell since they didn’t have a face. Or eyes.
They slowly moved a little closer, slightly pressing a bit of themselves against his hand, since it was the closest thing they could do at that moment to mimic his action.
Their body was strange and almost seemingly glitchy. Like a weird blob of pixels.
He takes his hand out, startled by the strange glitchy feeling.
So... can you write what you need? Or something?
They made that strange noise again, moving a little. Seemed like their form wouldn’t really allow that.
They might not even know how to write. Who knows?
He stands there for a second before an idea crosses his mind.
Just stay here! I'll go get help!
He leaves for a while before coming back with Arata, who looks at Missingno with a strange interest.
Greetings child.
He says, nodding to them.
Would you let me inside your mind?
He asks, his dark eyes flashing, his hair glowing gently.
They stayed still for a while before making a strange noise and then moving a little closer, so that was probably a yes.
Even to anyone who could understand Pokemon, making out exactly what Missingno said would still be difficult.
The man extends his hands, touching what he assumes would be Missingno's head. His eyes shine bright, energy flows through his hair and a strange silence befalls around them.
The silence is suddenly filled with what seems like quiet static and glitching noises.
The garbled sound of multiple glitchy Pokemon cries are heard before it becomes what sounds like garbled talking, like trying to listen to a broken radio that keeps cutting out.
Arata's voice echoes around Missingno a bit. He's not moving his mouth to speak right now.
Try to calm down. I can almost hear you.
Despite trying to calm down, the talking continued to be garbled, even though said talking had slowly stopped cutting out.
Feeling rather stressed out, he takes a step back, pressing onto his temple in frustration.
So?
There is something there, but it's almost indecipherable!
Can't you... try harder?
The glare that Arata shot at Renato could probably cut steel, but the older man sighs, looking at Missingno again.
Do you want to try again?
They made another strange noise and moved closer again.
His eyes light up once again as he concentrates, trying as hard as he phisically can to hear something, anything
The talking is garbled for a while before slowly becoming understandable. A single word was heard.
‘Hello…’
His eyes light up as he hears that, his breath becoming a bit more steady.
Hi. Are you ok?
He asks, trying to keep it simple.
”Don’t… Know…”
Your name? Names?
He asks, his eyes fixated on Missingno
”Don’t… Know…”
(Not sure if you take starters for long form rp, or rp where two characters interact in person, feel free to just delete if you don’t)
They were looking around, their body glitching as always.
A strange noise followed them, as if an old video game’s song was trying to keep its mangled tune understandable.
-@ask-missingno-000
Renato notices the strange figure walking in and approaches with caution.
Greetings. Do you need any help?
He asks, obviously already thinking that they do indeed need help, but asking is part of the protocol.
Missingo made a strange noise, sounding multiple glitchy Pokemon cries happening at once.
They moved back a bit.
Renato takes a step back, startled by the noise, before approaching again
I guess you do, huh?
He extends a hand to Missingno
They stared at him for a moment, but it was hard to tell since they didn’t have a face. Or eyes.
They slowly moved a little closer, slightly pressing a bit of themselves against his hand, since it was the closest thing they could do at that moment to mimic his action.
Their body was strange and almost seemingly glitchy. Like a weird blob of pixels.
He takes his hand out, startled by the strange glitchy feeling.
So... can you write what you need? Or something?
They made that strange noise again, moving a little. Seemed like their form wouldn’t really allow that.
They might not even know how to write. Who knows?
He stands there for a second before an idea crosses his mind.
Just stay here! I'll go get help!
He leaves for a while before coming back with Arata, who looks at Missingno with a strange interest.
Greetings child.
He says, nodding to them.
Would you let me inside your mind?
He asks, his dark eyes flashing, his hair glowing gently.
They stayed still for a while before making a strange noise and then moving a little closer, so that was probably a yes.
Even to anyone who could understand Pokemon, making out exactly what Missingno said would still be difficult.
The man extends his hands, touching what he assumes would be Missingno's head. His eyes shine bright, energy flows through his hair and a strange silence befalls around them.
The silence is suddenly filled with what seems like quiet static and glitching noises.
The garbled sound of multiple glitchy Pokemon cries are heard before it becomes what sounds like garbled talking, like trying to listen to a broken radio that keeps cutting out.
Arata's voice echoes around Missingno a bit. He's not moving his mouth to speak right now.
Try to calm down. I can almost hear you.
Despite trying to calm down, the talking continued to be garbled, even though said talking had slowly stopped cutting out.
Feeling rather stressed out, he takes a step back, pressing onto his temple in frustration.
So?
There is something there, but it's almost indecipherable!
Can't you... try harder?
The glare that Arata shot at Renato could probably cut steel, but the older man sighs, looking at Missingno again.
Do you want to try again?
They made another strange noise and moved closer again.
His eyes light up once again as he concentrates, trying as hard as he phisically can to hear something, anything
The talking is garbled for a while before slowly becoming understandable. A single word was heard.
‘Hello…’
His eyes light up as he hears that, his breath becoming a bit more steady.
Hi. Are you ok?
He asks, trying to keep it simple.
”Don’t… Know…”
(Not sure if you take starters for long form rp, or rp where two characters interact in person, feel free to just delete if you don’t)
They were looking around, their body glitching as always.
A strange noise followed them, as if an old video game’s song was trying to keep its mangled tune understandable.
-@ask-missingno-000
Renato notices the strange figure walking in and approaches with caution.
Greetings. Do you need any help?
He asks, obviously already thinking that they do indeed need help, but asking is part of the protocol.
Missingo made a strange noise, sounding multiple glitchy Pokemon cries happening at once.
They moved back a bit.
Renato takes a step back, startled by the noise, before approaching again
I guess you do, huh?
He extends a hand to Missingno
They stared at him for a moment, but it was hard to tell since they didn’t have a face. Or eyes.
They slowly moved a little closer, slightly pressing a bit of themselves against his hand, since it was the closest thing they could do at that moment to mimic his action.
Their body was strange and almost seemingly glitchy. Like a weird blob of pixels.
He takes his hand out, startled by the strange glitchy feeling.
So... can you write what you need? Or something?
They made that strange noise again, moving a little. Seemed like their form wouldn’t really allow that.
They might not even know how to write. Who knows?
He stands there for a second before an idea crosses his mind.
Just stay here! I'll go get help!
He leaves for a while before coming back with Arata, who looks at Missingno with a strange interest.
Greetings child.
He says, nodding to them.
Would you let me inside your mind?
He asks, his dark eyes flashing, his hair glowing gently.
They stayed still for a while before making a strange noise and then moving a little closer, so that was probably a yes.
Even to anyone who could understand Pokemon, making out exactly what Missingno said would still be difficult.
The man extends his hands, touching what he assumes would be Missingno's head. His eyes shine bright, energy flows through his hair and a strange silence befalls around them.
The silence is suddenly filled with what seems like quiet static and glitching noises.
The garbled sound of multiple glitchy Pokemon cries are heard before it becomes what sounds like garbled talking, like trying to listen to a broken radio that keeps cutting out.
Arata's voice echoes around Missingno a bit. He's not moving his mouth to speak right now.
Try to calm down. I can almost hear you.
Despite trying to calm down, the talking continued to be garbled, even though said talking had slowly stopped cutting out.
Feeling rather stressed out, he takes a step back, pressing onto his temple in frustration.
So?
There is something there, but it's almost indecipherable!
Can't you... try harder?
The glare that Arata shot at Renato could probably cut steel, but the older man sighs, looking at Missingno again.
Do you want to try again?
They made another strange noise and moved closer again.
His eyes light up once again as he concentrates, trying as hard as he phisically can to hear something, anything
The talking is garbled for a while before slowly becoming understandable. A single word was heard.
‘Hello…’
