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*puts the corpse in a wagon*
*pulls the wagon*
Blood drips down from the wagon, but otherwise the corpse goes into the wagon easily. It's very light for how much metal is attached to it.
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@biblically-accurate-server-room
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*puts the corpse in a wagon*
*pulls the wagon*
Blood drips down from the wagon, but otherwise the corpse goes into the wagon easily. It's very light for how much metal is attached to it.
*starts dragging the corpse*
Metal scrapes against the floor, making an ear-piercing sound. Bright pink blood follows behind it.
THANK YOU PERSON WHO SENT THAT ASK <-forgot the url
No response, of course.
hey bud
we gotta give you to svzig
uhh.
The body doesn't respond. It gazes into the distance. It... doesn't exactly smell lovely.
[A black beak enters the frame. May this bloodied place have a visitor?]
Well, of course. No reason for the mourning to take place alone. Frayed wires spark and fizzle, trying to use the last of their energy however they can. The many, many eyes of the child stare into the distance.
[Black webbed feet pitter-patter through the techno-gore and into the server room, slowly approaching the child.]
[She HONKS. Once.]
Of course, it doesn’t react. Crackling is heard from the broken inner workings. Poor thing didn’t even know its name…
[The goose pecks at the child's nose, if there is one to speak of.]
[It's just like Smelly Momnther, but more burnt.]
[She honks again.]
It doesn’t react to the nose peck, just stares blankly into space. It’s too bad- the child would’ve loved seeing Fruit. They really did love most animals.
[The goose leaves the toy knife to the side, and tries to peck around the body, seeing if anything's going to make them do something, like you could do with Smelly Momnther after Magic Man did... whatever that was.]
[Hey, hey, wake up. Wake up! Nudge nudge.]
Nothing happens besides a bunch of wires flickering and sparking. It’s… probably not a good idea to have Fruit near live wires. Good thing it’s no longer live!
…Terrible joke, I know.
[Alas, she can be kinda smart in a causing-problems way, but her parent told her about the important things to do with coma patients instead of how to behave around machinery.]
[She sees movement, and she pokes it again. She'll learn with a little pain.]
Finally, a wire fizzles and reaches her, giving her a little shock. There’s not enough energy left in it to be lethal, but it certainly doesn’t feel good.
[Fruit hisses and backs off, marching a few circles around the body.]
[She picks the toy knife back up. She's probably about to leave.]
The body doesn’t react, although some of the sparking has died down since Fruit arrived. Flies are beginning to gather around, presumably to try and get at whatever little flesh is inside the machinery.
[A black beak enters the frame. May this bloodied place have a visitor?]
Well, of course. No reason for the mourning to take place alone. Frayed wires spark and fizzle, trying to use the last of their energy however they can. The many, many eyes of the child stare into the distance.
[Black webbed feet pitter-patter through the techno-gore and into the server room, slowly approaching the child.]
[She HONKS. Once.]
Of course, it doesn’t react. Crackling is heard from the broken inner workings. Poor thing didn’t even know its name…
[The goose pecks at the child's nose, if there is one to speak of.]
[It's just like Smelly Momnther, but more burnt.]
[She honks again.]
It doesn’t react to the nose peck, just stares blankly into space. It’s too bad- the child would’ve loved seeing Fruit. They really did love most animals.
[The goose leaves the toy knife to the side, and tries to peck around the body, seeing if anything's going to make them do something, like you could do with Smelly Momnther after Magic Man did... whatever that was.]
[Hey, hey, wake up. Wake up! Nudge nudge.]
Nothing happens besides a bunch of wires flickering and sparking. It’s… probably not a good idea to have Fruit near live wires. Good thing it’s no longer live!
…Terrible joke, I know.
[Alas, she can be kinda smart in a causing-problems way, but her parent told her about the important things to do with coma patients instead of how to behave around machinery.]
[She sees movement, and she pokes it again. She'll learn with a little pain.]
Finally, a wire fizzles and reaches her, giving her a little shock. There’s not enough energy left in it to be lethal, but it certainly doesn’t feel good.
[A black beak enters the frame. May this bloodied place have a visitor?]
Well, of course. No reason for the mourning to take place alone. Frayed wires spark and fizzle, trying to use the last of their energy however they can. The many, many eyes of the child stare into the distance.
[Black webbed feet pitter-patter through the techno-gore and into the server room, slowly approaching the child.]
[She HONKS. Once.]
Of course, it doesn’t react. Crackling is heard from the broken inner workings. Poor thing didn’t even know its name…
[The goose pecks at the child's nose, if there is one to speak of.]
[It's just like Smelly Momnther, but more burnt.]
[She honks again.]
It doesn’t react to the nose peck, just stares blankly into space. It’s too bad- the child would’ve loved seeing Fruit. They really did love most animals.
[The goose leaves the toy knife to the side, and tries to peck around the body, seeing if anything's going to make them do something, like you could do with Smelly Momnther after Magic Man did... whatever that was.]
[Hey, hey, wake up. Wake up! Nudge nudge.]
Nothing happens besides a bunch of wires flickering and sparking. It’s… probably not a good idea to have Fruit near live wires. Good thing it’s no longer live!
…Terrible joke, I know.
[A black beak enters the frame. May this bloodied place have a visitor?]
Well, of course. No reason for the mourning to take place alone. Frayed wires spark and fizzle, trying to use the last of their energy however they can. The many, many eyes of the child stare into the distance.
[Black webbed feet pitter-patter through the techno-gore and into the server room, slowly approaching the child.]
[She HONKS. Once.]
Of course, it doesn’t react. Crackling is heard from the broken inner workings. Poor thing didn’t even know its name…
[The goose pecks at the child's nose, if there is one to speak of.]
[It's just like Smelly Momnther, but more burnt.]
[She honks again.]
It doesn’t react to the nose peck, just stares blankly into space. It’s too bad- the child would’ve loved seeing Fruit. They really did love most animals.
i am thinking of Someone
Someone who died, was a kid, and also used the chat font
I DONT LIKE THIS
(please tell me if im putting too much thought into this)
Well, it’s not like your questions will be answered any time soon. Unless you know how to decode a machine’s corpse.
https://www.tumblr.com/biblically-accurate-server-room/726774422864805888
did i forget something orrrr… what does this mean
Ah, you all don’t know that. They did have a loving father- a shame they’ll never get to meet.
[A black beak enters the frame. May this bloodied place have a visitor?]
Well, of course. No reason for the mourning to take place alone. Frayed wires spark and fizzle, trying to use the last of their energy however they can. The many, many eyes of the child stare into the distance.
[Black webbed feet pitter-patter through the techno-gore and into the server room, slowly approaching the child.]
[She HONKS. Once.]
Of course, it doesn’t react. Crackling is heard from the broken inner workings. Poor thing didn’t even know its name…
We could ask yellow? Theyve gotten really good at digging graves
Anyone that can dig would be helpful- although, that could also mess up the metal. Of course, it’s not like that matters anymore.
[A black beak enters the frame. May this bloodied place have a visitor?]
Well, of course. No reason for the mourning to take place alone. Frayed wires spark and fizzle, trying to use the last of their energy however they can. The many, many eyes of the child stare into the distance.
WHAT THE FUCK NOOOOOOOOOO
Well… they were tied to the loops, weren’t they?
Nevermind, that’s a ridiculous notion. Suppose we’ll need to find someone to bury them.
OH PLEASE SAY WE CAN REPAIR THIS
The motherboard and wires have been torn up pretty badly. Most of the important machinery has been ripped to shreds, bright pink blood covering all of it.
NOOOOOOOOO
And so young, too… His father will miss him. If he even remembers them.