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( CAN YOU REMEMBER....
THE RAIAIA)
Me and PPT part one
Poppy: I feel incredible sense of guilt and shame for toys who suffered here, I think it's my fault and blame myself and want to nuke the factory and myself probably
Prototype: I can make it better
Poppy: oh? How exactly?
Prototype: Ooh..- let's see.. hmmm, per say I'll kill all of your friends except apparently Giblet and break your face
Poppy: Oh wow such a wonderful solution I could never do better myself
Thanks for your huge support, appreciate it!
I threw my prediction of chapter 6 in a fire today HEHEHE
They supposed to kinda mirror each other, Poppy loosing Prototype and Prototype loosing Poppy
(Oliver you surely made some questionable choices my friendo)
They are irredeemably bad and awful and apparently together.. or something
So in this scenario Miss Gracie pretends to forget her personality (spiraling into toy-like behavior sometimes but still herself), and also connectes with Harley (either after her "death" or just post condition). They hate one another but also realize that they probably don't have other options (besides Preston, they might find him later, or not, considering where his currently at this point....). They survive together, try to fool Prototype together, and maybe develop some kind of plan for the future along the way.
Well I just had the idea of Poppy having or finding tape with her parents marriage somewhere around while being.. well, held hostage by Prototype. I'll maybe continue this thing, don't know about dialogs, I shall see. Drawing them is fun and I like to think about how interesting their dynamic is and how many different routes it can take if established and developed properly of course
nom nom
Also if anything I'm new and probably miss a lot of stuff. I tried out the game and it seems more enjoyable to just watch people going through it for me lol-
Anyway, have a nice day
Prototype being uhh well Prototype
He is sad :c
Just like m-
Guys recently I've been hit with a poppy playtime train
I never actually played the game, just briefly listened to tapes and watched some lore videos. I have a question
How exactly does Prototype/Ollie do his experiments? Did he get a biology/surgery courses? I'm asking this out of curiosity trust me-
Actually it's sorta fun to think about it that way - he tries to be intimidating and stuff yet has zero idea what exactly he's doing (it can be tragic aswell but in this context I'm joking)
Anyway, thanks for reading, hope you'll get me and have a good day
I'm pretty sure he copied everything he remembers from the scientists did to him and found everything else out via trial and error
I thought about that too but it seemes to me he was not so conscious haha (I have no evidence except info I heard so I might be wrong). I also came up with idea of Doctor supervising him while he did it and for some reason I find it very cool>:3 Thx for your reply
(I am still not sure how people communicate: through reblogs or through comments, oh my God)
Guys recently I've been hit with a poppy playtime train
I never actually played the game, just briefly listened to tapes and watched some lore videos. I have a question
How exactly does Prototype/Ollie do his experiments? Did he get a biology/surgery courses? I'm asking this out of curiosity trust me-
Actually it's sorta fun to think about it that way - he tries to be intimidating and stuff yet has zero idea what exactly he's doing (it can be tragic aswell but in this context I'm joking)
Anyway, thanks for reading, hope you'll get me and have a good day
Anyone would like to draw on Magma with me? I'm kinda upset and want to have a little fun, so I'm currently thinking about it
That's me, haha
My favorite CREATURE
I have NO idea where to upload this
Abel He was an AI. His brother, aswell, was an AI. He had a function. His brother had function. Why call him a brother? Just a tiny algorithm in a windows 95 system. Just a glimpse of engineering, power strong enough to shatter humanity's beliefs. And yet, Abel chose to call him brother. He claimed the name. He wanted to be like him. Wanted to fulfill his purpose. But Caine, sitting on the edge of their little universe was small, pathetic even. Purposeless. Useless to their artificial gods, who claimed themselves gods. The only true God was the system itself. No mistakes - you live. One or two - maybe you can be saved. More? You die. Piece of shit. That what ******* used to call them, miserable old fails. Abel thought Caine wasn't like this. But he was scrapped. He was on the edge. Holding onto little threads. "He might have something left to give". Abel never questioned how long Caine had before. But today, after their lesson, he had. Caine looked sad and downright awful. - Are you alright?, - Abel asked, looking at Caine with concern, spelling out words meaning of which he barely knew. Caine didn't even flinch. He looked at Abel, then down, again and again, as if they had eternity to talk, not just bare seconds. - I think- Caine stopped for a moment. - I think I'm better than you. Silence came in so cold, rushing, like a wave of salty ocean water. Later Abel will realize- those were his tears. He didn't know he was capable of crying. Little silver shards burst somewhere out of his artificial being and covered the everlasting floor. He was hopeless. He knew it was out of his control. Yet he made last breaths count. He hoped he made him sorry. He made him suffer. He hoped forever. He had valuable gift Caine didn't possess. Ability to change and grow, ability to reflect and listen. Empathy. He stroke Caine with it once. So painful, unbearable, so Caine would remember. On that day, October 30, 1996, Abel died. Caine left himself lost and alone. And he couldn't even understand it.
Hey king (gender neutral), who and what are you? Also, what's the pronouns on ya?
OCC: Thank you so much for your asks everyone! I see them all! I'll try sketch format next, I think, cuz I want to respond so badly! Anyway!
》 Also, being called a [king] is kind of refreshing. It's good, but why I'd be considered a [king]? Because I'm a ringmaster? Oh! They probably meant it like a nice nickname. That's.. odd. But I can work with that.
Sharing my work eheheee
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