TT (My Version of the Time Traveler from HG Wells The Time Machine)
Jack Griffin (My version of Jack Griffin from HG Wells The Invisible Man)
Spy (Team Fortress 2)
Detective Benoit Blanc (Knives Out Franchise)
Father Jud (Wake Up A Dead Man)
Egon Spengler (Ghostbusters any era)
Yoshikage Kira (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventures)
Father Pucci (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventures)
Homelander (The Boys)
Willy Wonka (My own Version mostly based on Johnny Depps)
Jerry Dandrige (Fright Night (both 1985 and 2011))
11th Doctor (Doctor Who)
Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)
Norman Bates (Psycho)
Bilbo Baggins (The Hobbit Franchise)
Saul Goodman (Breaking Bad/ Better Call Saul)
Kevin (Welcome to Night Vale)
Mark Hoffman (Saw Franchise)
Spock (Star Trek (Namely 2009-2016))
William Afton (FNAF)
Caine (TADC)
Kinger (TADC)
Waterboy (Dispatch)
Sonar (Dispatch)
And plenty more!
What Do I Do?
So glad you asked! Here in this blog, I:
Roleplay through inbox, reblogs, taggings and other means
Write about my Muses. This includes Fanfics, personal headcanons and so on.
Ramble about movies, tv shows, games and comics I like. Fanfics, headcanons, thoughts on the characters and content, so on!
Rules
No 18+ stuff. I’m bad at writing smut but I can still do flirty/suggestive stuff just nothing explicit please
I will place Trigger Warnings on more sensitive topics. Please do the same for others
I have many muses so please specify who you want to respond in the asks and such.
I will not answer an ask if it goes against my personal boundaries. I’ll be honest I don’t have a lot but I have some. As long as you’re nice and sane about things we should be fine
every day I learn bot comments on ao3 are stooping lower and lower
anyway if you get a comment like this, chances are that they are bot and their goal is to do whatever it takes to get you to delete your work, most certainly (from what I’ve heard) it’s because they want to “safely” steal your work, use it to train their ai without you being able to rightfully claim ownership of your work since “there’s no proof that the work was stolen/was posted elsewhere first by you” because the original source has already been deleted.
THEY ARE ALL BOTS. at first it was “ao3 is deleting fics and your entire account will be affected unless you delete the fics yourself” then it was “this work contains contents that are illegal and they have already reported you and your fic to the police” (yes, that’s how desperate these bots are), and now it’s this.
report their comments to ao3 for spam—in this case, specifically, I think you may be able to report them for harassment too—and don’t pay attention to them, most importantly don’t delete your works, don’t feel discouraged by their comments. remember that they are bots and they mass comment something like this on people’s works at random to get people to delete their works. (or even if they’re not bot, they are still pathetic bullies who don’t deserve your time or attention.)
MORE ABOUT BOTS AND SCAMS PLAGUING AO3’S COMMENTS SECTION HERE
Anyone else notice just how much energy it takes to write Patrick Bateman? It’s exhausting. Like I love this character and want to write with him but oh boy is he tiring.
I think the problem is I try to get in his head and he’s wild so it gets tiring lol.
I AM STILL WRITING HIM! This is my favorite character and I love analyzing him he just takes a lot
A Christmas story I made for my Santa character Kris Kringle.
You may have seen him before on this blog or my other blog. I try to make art of him every year around Christmas and finally wrote with him show some story around him.
TW: Alcohol abuse, domestic violence, swearing, violence in general, blood, broken kneecaps and noses.
Story Below
It was Christmas Eve night. Chelsea was helping her daughter, Marly, put the final touches on Santa’s cookies. Fresh icing after they cooled from being in the oven. The whole house smelt of Christmas cheer and sprinkles.
Well, the whole house, save for Dale, Chelsea’s boyfriend. He had been steadily drinking since the Christmas Party they had earlier in the evening and stunk of whiskey. He stood in the doorway of the kitchen, attracted by the smell of food.
Chelsea had sent Marly to her room to get her pjs on and brush her teeth. She was busy cleaning up the kitchen, putting away frosting and wiping off the counter and didn’t see Dale go to the counter and pluck up some of the cookies. She probably wouldn’t have noticed they were missing until she heard Marly.
“Mr. Dale! Those are for Santa! Not you!” She cried rushing forward to pull Dale away from the cookie tray. She had come back down to set the cookies on the special Santa’s Cookies Plate to put by the Christmas tree with some milk. Her and Chelsea did this every year before she would tuck Marly in for the night. It was their Christmas ritual.
“Santa’s a big guy, kiddo. He won’t miss a couple cookies.” Dale dismissed, pushing Marly away with his foot as he crammed another cookie in his mouth.
“Yes he will! He gets five every year and you’re eating them all!” Marly insists, snatching up the remaining cookies put on their plate by the tree. Dale lets out an annoyed scoff.
“Santa won’t give a shit about those cookies because he’s not real.” He huffed out.
“Yes he is! How do you explain the presents! Mom can’t go to the store to get them. It’s too late and no one’s open. It has to be Santa.” She insists, standing protectively in front of the cookies.
“Kid, yer ma already bought the presents. They’re all wrapped up in the hall closet. Go check yourself. She’ll take them out once you go to bed anyway.” Dale shrugs, retreating into the kitchen to retrieve his already half-drunk bottle of Jack.
Marly’s bottom lip quivers, her little heart breaking.
“Dale!” Chelsea hisses, glaring at him for upsetting her daughter. She slowly walks over to Marly by the tree and puts a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“Marly, go upstairs. I’ll be up in a minute to tuck you in. I won’t let Mr. Dale eat any more of Santa’s cookies. I think there’s still some of those gingerbreads left over. I can give some of those to Santa so he still can have his usual five.” she offers. Marly gives a nod, accepting at least that for now before she goes back upstairs.
Once Marly is upstairs and she hears her door close, Chelsea turns to Dale, arms crossed over her chest in disapproval.
“Nice one, Dale.” She huffs, narrowing her eyes to the bottle in his hands he’s currently taking a swig from. He’s never a good man when he drinks. He squints at her.
“What? Want me to lie to the kid? Lying isn't getting me on the “Nice List,” Chelsea.” He sneers over his bottle, doing exaggerated air quotes as he rolls his eyes.
“Neither will drinking like that.” She fires back, going back into the kitchen to finish up putting things away.
“Oh, fuck off with that.” Dale slurs out, leaning in the doorway.
“Watch your mouth. Marly doesn’t need to hear that.”
“What will you do? Wash my mouth out with soap?”
Chelsea doesn’t even humor that with a response. There’s no point. Dale is drunk and won’t listen to reason at the moment. She hates it when he drinks like this but she can’t stop him.
A knock on the door catches her attention. She sighs and goes to answer it. Dale stalks back into the pantry to see about more food.
Mich, her neighbor, is at the door. He smiles warmly at her, soft brown eyes crinkling at the edges as he smiles at her, holding up gifts. A tin of fancy cookies for Dale, a small box wrapped in pink kitty wrapping paper for Marly and a vase of pink roses. Chelsea’s favorite.
“Merry Christmas!” he cheers, holding up his offerings.
“Mich! You didn’t have to do all this!” Chelsea smiles back, taking the items. Mich offers a small shrug, smiling softly at her.
“It was nothing, really. After all, it’s Christmas time. Season of giving.” He tells her. He isn’t posing this like something she must repay. Just something for her. A real gift. Chelsea stood with him in silence for a moment, before giving a polite nod.
“I’d love to chat more but I have to go tuck in Marly. Merry Christmas, Mich.” She tells him softly, giving him a polite kiss on the cheek before closing the door.
“Merry Christmas.” Mich whispers to himself, long after the door is closed before he heads back to his home.
____
Chelsea goes back inside, setting the roses and cookie tin on the kitchen table so Dale might see his gift. She didn’t feel like giving it to him herself at the moment. She held the small pink meant for Marly in her hands. She slides it in her robe pocket before heading upstairs.
She knocks on the door to Marly’s room softly, careful not to startle the little one. She slowly opened it when she heard a muffled “Come in.”
“Hey baby,” She started softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. Marly was curled up in her bed, clutching her kitty plushie she always slept with. She had been crying. She sniffled and looked up at her mom.
“Is what Mr. Dale said true? Is Santa really fake?” She asked, blue eyes welling up with crocodile tears again. Chelsea cooed softly and pulled her little one into a hug.
“Baby, Santa is as real as you believe he is. Do you think he’s real?”
“Well, yeah. But if he is, why would Mr. Dale say all that mean stuff about him. Wouldn’t he be scared of getting on the Naughty List and not getting his presents?” Marly asked, her eyes searching for answers.
“Mr. Dale had too much of his juice tonight.” She tells her little one, hoping that would be enough. Marly nods.
“Hey, Mr. Mich brought you a present. You wanna see it?” She asks, pulling the pink box out of her robe pocket. Marly’s face immediately lights up as she takes the box, tearing off its paper and opening the pink box underneath.
Inside was a kitty cat bracelet with pink gems and a kitty pendant on it.
Marly lets out a happy squeal at the bracelet and slides it on her wrist. It fits perfectly!
“Thank you mommy!” She beams up at her mother, hugging her tightly.
Chelsea gives her a gentle hug back and kisses her head.
“You’re welcome, baby. We’ll need to write a thank you note for Mr. Mich tomorrow but you need to get to sleep. Santa will be here soon.” She tells her, tucking the covers around her daughter and moving from the bed.
“Good night, mommy!” Marly cheers.
“Good night, Marly. Sweet dreams.” She tells her, leaving the room and gently closing the door behind her.
——
The calm of the moment was shattered by a vase hitting the kitchen floor. The roses. Dale must’ve seen them.
Chelsea sighed, mentally preparing herself for the damage and yelling that was bound to follow.
“You whoring bitch! Who sent these, huh? Some fuckin’ side piece.” Dale swore at her, getting inches from her face. Chelsea tried to stay calm.
“They were from a family friend. The cookies are for you.”
“Yeah right. What’s his name?”
“Dale, it’s just a friendly gift-” her explanation was cut off by a sharp smack across her face that sent her to the kitchen floor.
“I don’t want an excuse! It’s you and me. Got it? No one else!” He shouts to her, spit flying from drunken lips.
“Yes, fine. Can we just go to bed now? I have a lot to cook tomorrow.”
“Fine. Throw those cheap ass flowers out too while you're cleaning this mess up.” He huffs out, pacified by the promise of food.
——
Meanwhile, in Marly’s bedroom, the window is cracked open, letting the cool, winter air in. A gloved hand pushes that window open, careful not to make a sound and startle the child awake.
That same gloved hand drops in a golden retriever puppy with a little elf hat on its head. The puppy trots over to the little girl, sleeping in her bed and the closer the puppy gets to her, the more her cozy bedroom is transformed into a beautiful winter wonderland full of snowy trees, friendly forest animals and lots of fluffy snow to play in. The best part of it all was that it was still cozy inside like her bedroom, just more room to play in and all the fun of winter without the mess and cold.
The golden pup lets out a playful yip and pounces on little Marly’s chest, licking her face until she wakes up.
“Whoa! Hi puppy! Where did you come from?” Marly asks, looking at his elf collar with little golden bells all around it that jingled when the puppy moved. She found a name tag that read ‘BUDDY.’ Putting two and two together, she gave an excited gasp.
“Are you Santa’s helper!? Does that mean he’s here! Can I go see him?” She ask the little dog who shakes his head with a small growl.
“Oh..” Marly sounded disappointed that she couldn’t go see Santa but the puppy yipped again and started bouncing around her. She giggled, finding it adorable.
“Do you want to play?” She asks, earning a happy yip from the golden pup that then bounded off the bed and jumped into the snow before popping back out, yipping for her to join him. She laughed and hopped out of bed, going to play with the adorable puppy.
—-
Meanwhile, outside, the man that sent the dog in watched as a blue, frosty bubble surrounded the little girl’s bedroom and the family. She would be safe inside there with Buddy. She and her mother wouldn’t hear what was about to go on down stares.
The man visiting tonight would not be Santa. His twin brother, Kris Kringle, had come and he didn't deliver presents. He delivers ass whoopings.
He knocked before he opened the front door. Much like Santa, he didn’t need a key to get in. He could just walk in any house he wanted.
He’s not here for Chelsea or Marly. Those two had been good this year and not dicks like Dale. Dale was about to get his own brand of season’s greetings.
Trusty crowbar in hand, Kringle made his way to the living room where he saw the drunk passed out on the living room recliner in front of the TV. He still stank of liquor and probably still would on Christmas morning.
Kringle grimaced in disgust. People like Dale made him sick. People who stayed miserable during the holiday season and ruined it for everyone else with violence, yelling and other bullshit that just wasn’t fair to others.
He stood in front of the man and when he didn’t wake up, he kicked the chair hard, knocking it sideways.
“Wuh! What the fuck!” Dale yelped, twisting around to see a man dressed like Santa Claus, holding a crowbar standing in front of his chair. He laughed, not quite believing his eyes.
“Who in the ho ho fuck are you? Santa Crack?” He jeered.
“Yeah, you could say that.” Kringle brought his crowbar down on the man’s kneecap hard, making a sickening ‘CRACK!’ Dale howled in pain, sobbing at his mutilated knee. Kringle didn’t care. He pulled the man out of his chair by the collar of his stained shirt.
“You like cussin’ at little girls and hitting their mommas?” He headbutts the man hard on the nose. Another crack. Blood poured out as the man sobbed. Kringle threw him back down onto the recliner, tipping it over. Kringle steps over it with ease
“Hit me, fucker.” He kicks the man hard in the ribs.
“F-Fuck you! You don’t know shit about us!” Dale sputtered out as Kringle pressed his leather boot into the center of his chest.
“Sure I do. Every year, I get a list of all the assholes like you that ruin the holidays for everyone else and every year, I make them sorry.” He kicks the man in the face before kneeling down, pinching his broken nose. He buries his knee on his chest, making it painful to breathe.
“Are you sorry?”
“Yes!” Dale shouts. Kringle presses harder.
“You gonna make me come back here?”
“No! I promise!” He wails out, tears streaming down his face, mixing with his blood. Satisfied, Kringle gets off him. The man scrambles up, staring in wide-eyed horror at Kringle.
“Good, cause next time…” Kringle takes out a sharpened candy cane from his pocket and presses it against Dale’s throat.
“I’ll fuckin’ kill you.” He tells him.
That did it. Dale bolted out of the room, tripping over furniture on the way out before finally barreling out the door. He got in his crappy pickup truck and sped off.
Kringle cleaned up the messy living room, making it so this mess never happened. He placed the presents meant for this family under the tree and cooked an amazing Christmas feast for the mother. She would wake up to a spotless house, a kitchen full of fresh, warm food and presents for her and her daughter and no Dale in sight. An ideal Christmas morning. Oh yeah, and a grey tabby kitten. Marly’s request. She had wanted one since July and some of the presents were kitten supplies. The cat was sleeping under the tree.
After he was finished putting the house back together, he whistled for Buddy, who finished playing with Marly and led her back into her warm bed, and got on his motorbike (he prefers this to a sleigh. It even has a sidecar for Buddy) and drove off into the moonlight. His work here was done.
-His powers took a long time to learn how to control properly. He’s constantly wet because he’s still learning and can’t really help it at the moment.
-They burn a lot of energy out of him. He gets weak like someone severely dehydrated if he over does it.
-Due to all the energy he burns, he’s gotta replenish it so he snacks a lot and drinks a lot of various things from sodas, juices, (obviously) water, pretty much anything he can find. He’s not picky and consumes a lot.
-Very thin because his abilities are constantly at work and burning off calories and what not. Also insane metabolism on top of this. Wild.
-The cold is the worst. Below freezing temperatures are the absolute last place he needs to be in. Being covered in water all the time and constantly secreting more makes his skin literally freeze. It can get ugly really fast and hypothermia is no joke.
-Does slip on his own water from time to time (all the time)
•General•
-Loves sodas! He likes to go to soda shops and try new flavors. His favorite is the fruit flavored ones like the orange or grape soda. I think watermelon flavored soda would be his favorite.
-Favorite snack? Fruits! Specifically melons. So much water in them and tasty!
-Bisexual with a male lean (I like shipping him with Robert and Flambae)
-Slouches because he used to get made fun of for his height and always being the tallest kid in class and stuff like that. He also bumps his head on things a lot so he keeps his head down out of habit
-Favorite animal is an otter. If he was an animal, that’s what he would be. They’re so cute! Yes he knows they bite but look at the little guys! They hold hands so they don’t loose their friends and have special pouches for their favorite rocks! What’s not to love?
-Rambles a lot out of a nervous habit. He doesn’t like the silence. It makes him more anxious
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This server is OC friendly too! You can make your own characters, use the available canon character or make alternate versions of the canon characters to play!
This is a friendly server and pretty small at the moment but I hope to have more in there soon!
Once I have a couple more peeps in here, I’ll set up some adventures and plots!
Come on in! It’ll be fun once we get this rolling!
okay, I thought I should make this post since there has been an influx of scammers plaguing AO3 comments section and people are falling victims to them. so here it is;
WHAT THEY ARE
so far, there are three main types of these scam bots
bots that tell you AO3 is deleting works, and that you should delete the works yourself because your entire account will be affected if your works get deleted by AO3
bots that tell you your works are terrible
bots that tell you they want to draw comic panels from your works
ALL OF THESE ARE SCAM WITH MALICE INTENTIONS
bots that tell you AO3 is deleting works, and that you should delete the works yourself because your entire account will be affected if your works get deleted by AO3 are just trying to get you to delete your works, most certainly because they want to steal and/or use your works to train their AI and, once you delete your works, it becomes extremely difficult, almost impossible for you to claim ownership of your works when the original works have been deleted. AO3 IS NOT DELETING ANY WORKS.
bots that tell you your works are terrible are also just trying to get you to delete your works, most certainly because they want to steal and/or use your works to train their AI and, once you delete your works, it becomes extremely difficult, almost impossible for you to claim ownership of your works when the original works have been deleted.
bots that tell you they want to draw comic panels from your works are trying to hack your password, personal data and credit card information (they will say they see potentials in your work and are interested in drawing comic panels from it, and then they will ask you to discuss this with them on discord where you will have to pay/commission them for the “comics” you will never get, but you will get your password hacked, personal data and credit card information breached and stolen instead, do not fall for them).
HOW TO SPOT THEM
what all these 3 types of bots have in common is that;
most of them (keyword, most, not all) are guest users or empty accounts that have just been recently created.
their comments are all the same copied and pasted scripts that they mass leave on lots of authors’ works at random.
their comments are all vague, in the sense that there will be no mention of any specific characters’ names, no mention of any specific scenes or events from your works (granted, they need to be vague because they are bots, they never actually read your works, and they have to be able to use the same comments on other writers’ works too).
EDIT: I’ve been told they got “smarter” and are now mentioning characters by names and also specific scenes from the story. Most definitely because they ran your fic through AI and let AI write comments for them. So basically, if a comment, from someone you don’t know, ends in something along the lines of “I’d like to draw a comic panel about this”, “can we chat on discord (or anywhere outside of ao3)” or anything that’d require your email or other personal information, always assume that it’s 90% a scam.
report them for spam then delete their comments when/if you get them.
please spread this if you can. us writers gotta look out for each other. stay safe, everybody ♡
Dorsia Boyfriends x Falsettos Songs: I Never Wanted to Love You
I never wanted to love you
I only wanted to love and not be blamed
Let me go, you should know
I'm not ashamed
To have loved you
This is Paul. Paul is not ashamed of his affections for Patrick. He used to care about what people would think of them together but that got exhausting fast so he stopped because why should he be sorry for who he loves?
I loved you more than I meant to
In my profession, one's love stays unexpressed
Here we stand, take my hand
God, I'm distressed
How I love you
This part is Patrick. He did not mean to fall in love with Paul. He really didn’t! He just liked the man’s style and looks and personality and how everyone liked him and gravitated toward him and he wanted that! So he paid closer attention to him and one thing led to another… It’s upsetting for Patrick but it happened.
I never wanted to love you
I never wanted, 'till death do we two part.'
Condescend, stay my friend
How do I start
Not to love you?
I'm everything he wanted
It's time I put it all together
Paul didn’t see himself as the marrying type. Never really has but Patrick is the only man he can see spending his life with.
Yes, Patrick can be a pain. Patrick is complicated, he can be harsh and mean on purpose or on accident. Patrick is difficult to love sometimes but he still does.
He just needs to stop being so anxious about what others think (coworkers, family, etc.) and start living for himself.
I never wanted to love you
I only wanted to see my face in yours
Don't misunderstand, I'm in demand!
And anyhow, we're through!
I never wanted
I wanted-
I never, never, never, never
Never, never wanted to love you!
Patrick’s affection for Paul started because he wanted to be him and his obsession developed affection.
Loving a man could ruin his life with his family and his reputation at work. He didn’t mean for this to happen but he does love Paul.
He wants to call things off because he’s terrified of what will happen if they continue but he still wants to be with Paul.
“Don’t misunderstand, I’m in demand!” Is Patrick’s way of telling, not Paul, but himself that he doesn’t need him. Spoilers: It doesn’t work.
He wants that love and attention and care but he doesn’t want the consequences.
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This is a roleplay server that takes place in the world of The Amazing Digital Circus World! Come enjoy the playful mayhem your wonderful
This server is OC friendly too! You can make your own characters, use the available canon character or make alternate versions of the canon characters to play!
This is a friendly server and pretty small at the moment but I hope to have more in there soon!
Once I have a couple more peeps in here, I’ll set up some adventures and plots!
Come on in! It’ll be fun once we get this rolling!
Caine floated around a bit, waiting patiently (well, as patiently as he could) for someone to drop by and say hello on this new blog he found himself on!
Only….no one has….
So! He decided to draw some attention to himself with bright signs with blinking lights and pretty colorful letters all around him!
“So… It’s been a moment since I got on here and no one said hello to me yet….WHERE ARE YOU PEOPLE- I mean, I’d like the interaction! Don’t be shy! We can have a lot of fun together!”
He really did hope that would tell others he was ready for them and not to be shy. He really liked chatting and didn’t want these lovely folks to miss an amazing opportunity out of shyness!
A girl woken up in a strange, colorful world. She was used to being at Fundamental Paper School, where there's not a lot of color. She looked around. "Whooooa..... where am I?"
Caine saw her appear and zipped right over! Hovering just above.
“You’re in the Amazing Digital Circus!! I’m your ringmaster, Caine!” He exclaims in his Big Presentation Voice! He’s excited to show off his world to a brand new player!
“I think I can do that! I got a bazillion ideas like that in the works! What do you think of stealing carrots back from an evil lizard to save a village of bunnies?” He asks, throwing out one of his ideas
Caine floated around a bit, waiting patiently (well, as patiently as he could) for someone to drop by and say hello on this new blog he found himself on!
Only….no one has….
So! He decided to draw some attention to himself with bright signs with blinking lights and pretty colorful letters all around him!
“So… It’s been a moment since I got on here and no one said hello to me yet….WHERE ARE YOU PEOPLE- I mean, I’d like the interaction! Don’t be shy! We can have a lot of fun together!”
He really did hope that would tell others he was ready for them and not to be shy. He really liked chatting and didn’t want these lovely folks to miss an amazing opportunity out of shyness!
Maxie found a fun new video game to play and popped on the headset. He got teleported into the circus and looked around. It was so cool in here but maybe a little creepy. He was still excited though.
What looked like chattering teeth with two massive, mismatched eyes and a body appeared in front of him with a pop of confetti
“WELCOME TO THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS! I’m your host, Caine! And you are?” He asked leaning, floating closer to the boy, tilting his toothy head to the side
“Oh! Are you sure I can handle this sort of fire power? I’m not professional like you.” He says, teeth bending like he’s raising a skeptical brow as he takes the toy gun and flips it around in his hands, getting a feel for it.
He then points it away from the two of them and presses the trigger, making bubble blow out of the little gun.
Caine floated around a bit, waiting patiently (well, as patiently as he could) for someone to drop by and say hello on this new blog he found himself on!
Only….no one has….
So! He decided to draw some attention to himself with bright signs with blinking lights and pretty colorful letters all around him!
“So… It’s been a moment since I got on here and no one said hello to me yet….WHERE ARE YOU PEOPLE- I mean, I’d like the interaction! Don’t be shy! We can have a lot of fun together!”
He really did hope that would tell others he was ready for them and not to be shy. He really liked chatting and didn’t want these lovely folks to miss an amazing opportunity out of shyness!
Maxie found a fun new video game to play and popped on the headset. He got teleported into the circus and looked around. It was so cool in here but maybe a little creepy. He was still excited though.
What looked like chattering teeth with two massive, mismatched eyes and a body appeared in front of him with a pop of confetti
“WELCOME TO THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS! I’m your host, Caine! And you are?” He asked leaning, floating closer to the boy, tilting his toothy head to the side
