chaotic matriarch

an ok ko self insert blog loved & supported by ronbon shoutout @meatking for the header art icon by @mechanicallyarts

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@pxndxrasbox added: I'd say start praying

➤; sorry, cass, but she’s confused now.

‘ don’t ‘chu godda be HOLY t’ pray ? ’

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@boxmoreinc is losing it: bONNIE NO BONNIE NO!!!!! BONNIE

➤; shit sHIT SHIT SHIT - -

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➤; inHALE.

‘ WELL YA SEE - - ’

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➤; ‘ oh, every month ! bu’d on the BRIGHT SIDE, you ain’t godda worry ‘bout nuthin’ yet . see, here’s the swell par’d about goi’ly things . we literally give EGGS . like, BAWK BAWK, ‘m gonna LAY ME A BABY . ’

                                           ❝      so  that’s  where  babies  come  from  !    — — —    but  why’s  it  hurt  every  month  ?    that’s  weirdly  specific  …      ❞

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➤; ‘ tha’s sum’n i dunno about, kiddo . sorry . ’

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im screaming

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If you’re attempting to give ‘the Talk’, you’re doing a horrible job at it.

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➤; if ya want, i could always yoink off y’er pair & demonstrate f’er the kiddo .

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➤; CUE a very childish cackle, choked up with snorts.

‘ we don’ got WEE - WEEs, we got INNIES ! our special parts caved in instead ‘a pokin’ out . ’

                                           ❝      does  …     doesn’t  that  hurt  ?      ❞

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➤; ‘ oh, every month ! bu’d on the BRIGHT SIDE, you ain’t godda worry ‘bout nuthin’ yet . see, here’s the swell par’d about goi’ly things . we literally give EGGS . like, BAWK BAWK, ‘m gonna LAY ME A BABY . ’

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➤; ‘ the li’l DIP b’tween a goi’ls LEGS, kiddo ! ’

                                           ❝      oh  !    so  …    girl’s  wee - wee  …    tastes  good  ?      ❞

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➤; CUE a very childish cackle, choked up with snorts.

‘ we don’ got WEE - WEEs, we got INNIES ! our special parts caved in instead ‘a pokin’ out . ’

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➤; carol’s gonna kill her, but man if she isn’t oblivious —

‘ well, it’s like a woman’s HOO - HAH, but t’ - go . apparently it’s a DELICACY ! ’

                                           ❝      ooooooh  …    wassa    “    hoo - hah    “     ?      ❞

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➤; ‘ the li’l DIP b’tween a goi’ls LEGS, kiddo ! ’

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                                           ❝      wassa  …    “    canned  koochi  “    ?      ❞

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➤; carol’s gonna kill her, but man if she isn’t oblivious —

‘ well, it’s like a woman’s HOO - HAH, but t’ - go . apparently it’s a DELICACY ! ’

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@souldraggedmuses became boyfriend material.

➤; ‘ you’s gonna eat that stick ‘r can i ? ’

“Uh…no.  To both of those.  I need this stick, actually.”  Don’t mind him as he just casually tucks the branch into his coat.  Best to hide it now while he still can.

“You probably shouldn’t eat sticks anyway.”

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➤; his quip only frustrates her. how could she NOT eat his stick? it looked so tasty & rustic! she steps forward, taking his hands in hers once he’s tucked it away so she can just sort of ruminate with him.

it felt so nice for once, instead of stressing over gaining boxman’s attention, to just savor someone’s company; someone she cared about. someone who cared back.

‘ who says ? mayb’s i WANNA eat a stick ; what’cha gonna do, li’l man ? ’

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@spceghcsts is hiding.

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do you like chaos? goblins? how about a literal abomination?

come follow bonnie’s misadventures as she deals with the man responsible for making her the monster she is today.

boxbroad — the mother of boxmore ; an ok ko self insert ( who’s really more of an oc at this point ) — ran by ronbon

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@souldraggedmuses became boyfriend material.

➤; ‘ you’s gonna eat that stick ‘r can i ? ’

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➤; a strike, detrimental yet metaphysical, surged pain & agony in her chest, a hand moving to discard the scalpel she had been wielding to grab at her sternum through her shirt. she could almost feel the phantoms of those metal pins, holding her open. BONNABEL. that had been the one distancing noun she used to dissociate from him for good back in the day; now he had every right to use it against her, & it only aggravated festering wounds.

‘ YOU, don’t get to call me THAT . ’

spite flicked from her tongue as it spat thick salivation at his feet, filled with contempt for his past mistakes.

‘ & just because you OWN this company now doesn’t mean i have to do ANYTHING you ask, say, or even COMMAND . ’

“In fact, it does. Especially since oh, you technically work for me.”

“It wasn’t a hard order either. Just stay out of the lab. Surely you can understand that, primitive as you might be.”

In hindsight, it was shocking she hadn’t died in that lab. So many acidic and harmful chemicals, others radiated past a safe handling distance. Not to mention his various animal enclosures. Which he’d gladly put her in and drop in a lake at this point.

“Do you think its funny to annoy me? To wait until I’ve spent nearly six waking days on something, and then eat it? See how high you can get from drinking various beakers? Give my computer malware playing your videosgame online? Because I certainly don’t.”

A hand at his hip now, watching her.

“And I’m ASKING you one last time before I kick you out permanently.”

“Stay. Out. Of. My. Cob. Damn. Lab.”

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➤; salt in the wound, ever prominent as he sneers, his first & foremost abomination bringing her hand to a table for support as she hunkers forward, ready to begin staggering towards him, no matter the pain in her organs. too far, too late; too little he cares. bonnie would never forgive the transgressions she’s felt since day one.

‘ ah - ho ho ho, tha’s just precious . you think i do this f’er fun ? COB, y’er stiff — maybe e’fen DENSER than you made me ! ’

by now, fingers have curled in, claws bared as she straightens up, elbows held at her waist while addressing him with bitter respite.

‘ i bust your chops for ALL the hardships & labor you put into MANIPULATING me, to EXPERIMENTING & MUTATING me into the MONSTER i am t’day . i thought you rescued me fr’um that orphanage ‘cus you wan’ned a kid — PAH ! LITTLE DID I KNOW I WAS NUTHIN’ BUT A GUINEA PIG F’ER Y’ER SICK SCIENTIFIC FANTASIES ! ’

a palm slams to the wall, pushing in the metal he stands beside in the doorway, gaze never faultering from his. HATE. RESENTMENT. DEVASTATION. ABSOLUTE NEGATIVITY. PURE, UNADULTERATED VENOM. even a few violet sparks off her shoulders.

‘ you don’t own me & y’uh never did . stop treatin’ me like y’er cob damn PET, ‘cus someday, when HE stops carin’, i’m gonna make sure you NEVER EVEN BREATHE in my general direction EVER AGAIN . ’