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@chaos-inc-offical
Yeah whatever close enough
@chaos-inc-offical
hehehehehhehe
im going to finish the sprites (iykyk) now goodbye
I love this art so much thanks!
…
Sorry but the only thing that I think besides “cool art Wowwie”
Is “WHATS UP GAMERS WELCOME TO CHAOS INC”
Greetings.
The name's Byrce, the CEO's son.
You might know me from that..wretched fish boy, or not.
If you have an experiment, let me know! I'd be happy to get this place up and running again, being that it got..trashed not too long ago.
Oh, well. At least it's still..mostly in tact.
Enough for me to stay in it.
It's better than nothin'!
Soon enough, we'll be back in business, baby!
I ain't lettin' my father's legacy die out.
See you later. Or never.
----------------
@sans-the-skeleconch-offical @anonmous-offical @abra-ca-deadbra @rainworldguy26 @everything-else-official
Ah.
Greetings.
It immediately gains a hostile aura, but does not act.
It tilts its head and regards you with narrowed eyes.
He seems to notice the aura and stiffens, eyes narrowing as well.
And who might you be?
That does not concern you at the moment.
You may call me Axial, and that is all.
Suddenly, it grins.
And I have an experiment I would like to conduct.
It feels dangerous.
I heard you were requesting those?
Hello, Axial.
Yes, I am interested in one! After all, our lab is built for experiments like Fishy, is it not?
Its smile widens, and a strange, dark amusement lights up its eyes.
I think I can do one better.
It lunges at you and you suddenly find yourself in a tiled room with no way in or out.
It holds you down by your throat and lifts up one of your arms, appraising it.
Hmmm…
Which side do you value the least?
He opens his eyes, breath heavy as he takes a look around at his surroundings.
Gkh—
Left..
He looks away, laughing a bit, genuinely finding this to be amusing.
You do realize that I can't feel much pain, right? I do own fishy's soul after all!
Now that’s interesting…
It laughs as well.
Pain is not what I’m after here.
No, no.
It grabs your right arm and promptly rips it off.
This is an experiment, after all!
Pain, if any, is only part of the process!
It turns its head, and suddenly a tendril of static wheels in a rolling cart piled with various body parts.
Now, which one should I try first?
It sounds excited.
He inhales sharply as his right arm is ripped off.
gkh..I should've expected that, I suppose..
he looks over at the cart, eyeing the body parts inside.
..leg, I guess??
Hehehe, okay!
It grabs a leg from the pile, then begins trying to attach it to where your arm was.
Hmmmm…
That doesn’t seem quite right!
Hold on a moment.
It digs its claws into your chest, gouging out room to fit it.
It begins humming to itself, but the tune sounds eerie and broken.
Oh, I got it!
It jabs its hand into your chest and rips out a lung.
You won’t be needing this anyway!
It tosses it somewhere.
It grows two new limbs from its static and starts rummaging through the pile, looking for something.
gkh..
he is still able to breathe somehow, just..shallower.
what you lookin' f-for..?
He leans up slightly, before wincing in pain and laying back down.
Looking for?
Nothing!
Unless you think there’s something worth finding in here…
It switches to a singsong tone.
I doubt it!
The second pair of arms find what they were looking for.
It shoves a strange, curling organ where your lung was.
You can breathe better again?
In the meantime, it summons its sword and cuts off your left leg.
Hehehehahahaha!
Should I put a hand here?
h-hgh..
He inhales sharply once more, breath shaky.
A-ah..sure..
He squirms slightly, oddly finding a better position to be in so it can harm him more easily, though whether it was intentional or not on his end is unknown.
Okay!
It tilts its head, noticing.
…
Thanks!
It smiles creepily and drags over a webbed fin-like appendage.
Oh, there’s not enough room again!
It sounds like it is talking to a child.
Oh well!
I’m sure you still have some extras in here…
It pulls out your intestines.
So inefficient!
It rummages in the pile again.
gkh—
He gasps, eyes closing as the pain became almost overbearing. The little magic Fishy's soul could offer right now was keeping him alive, and, not in that much pain. Yet, it still hurt like hell itself.
H-hahh..makin' me match with Fishy, huh?
How sweet..
He grunts, biting his lip to stiffle down his tears.
Hm?
Oh, that’s a good idea!
After shoving some small, random organ-shaped thing where your intestines were, it takes its claws and carves gashes on either side of your neck.
There!
Now you have gills too!
It continues taking out chunks of you, stitching and gluing random pieces in their place.
It laughs giddily.
A wonderful experiment, yes?
How much of your original body is left at this point?
h-hgghhg..
Heh..
He smiles, eyes narrowing. Fresh blood pools down his neck, a wonderful sight for it. How delicious!
Yes..how lovely.
My father would be proud.
He shivers as he feels his body being remade, the pain causing tears to swell in his eyes.
Hah..
Seeing him smile, it takes the opportunity to rip out his canines, replacing them with proper fangs.
Then, suddenly, it all stops.
hgh—
...
he feels..like he can't move.
You hear a faint ticking noise.
You do not feel the weight of Axial keeping you down.
..a bomb?
Hah. Typical.
Yet, despite his words, he's trembling from the sheer amount of pain and trauma.
There is nothing else in the room except for you and the pile of parts.
…
The ticking gets closer to you.
Would…
Clicking..?
Be more accurate..?
...
He freezes.
Something bumps your shoulder.
It feels…
Familiar.
But not like this.
He shuts his eyes, breath shallow.
this all has to be some kind of sick joke..shouldn't it!?
Your old hand climbs onto your ruined chest, trailing your old arm behind it.
Elsewhere in the room, you hear something else start clicking.
Yet a third thing makes a strange scraping noise.
…
They’re getting closer.
H-hgk..
He looks down, breath even shallower.
He covers his mouth with his actually okay hand, tears streaming down his cheeks.
O-Oh fuck..hahh..
He smiles gleefully, though it lacks any joy.
Your old hand fights to hold your lips apart, forcing you to maintain the smile.
Another hand bumps against your leg.
You begin hearing a strange squelching noise coming from the pile.
As tears continue to trail down his face, he forces the smile even further, trying to ignore the pain.
Hahaahaha..
Something whispers in your ear.
You can feel its breath in your hair.
“Come on, aren’t you having fun? Look at that big smile!”
Somewhere else, something starts chanting:
“Smile, grin, beam. Smile, grin, beam.”
More limbs start bumping against your body.
His smile fades a little, before it softens into a..genuine one.
Yes, yes I am.
Experiments sure are fun!
The thing whispers again:
“Pathetic little man. What do you even have left besides?”
The hands that had been crawling over you start digging into your flesh again.
“Nothing that you haven’t taken.”
The chanting thing picks up again:
“Smile, grin, beam. Smile, grin, beam.”
They start gouging out what is left of your original body.
hah..
thank you..
mgh..
he seems to be enjoying himself, despite the pain
One of the things cracks into your skull.
he shuts his eyes, still smiling, even as his consciousness slips away for now..
Something parasitic slips through the crack.
It keeps you awake, alive.
It speaks using your mouth.
“Not yet.”
mh..
thank you..
he keeps smiling, eyes still closed, seemingly at peace.
One of the walls gains a glass pane.
Fishy, there is something you can see here.
...
he looks over and freezes at the sight, covering his mouth.
n-no..
Suddenly, he uses his magic to put a force field around him.
L-Leave him alone!
…
Sorry
*showtime rips out his soul*
You can’t use magic for 3 ask
there's no soul.
Gh—
He coughs blood, suprised.
(Byrce has his soul :'3)
*he ripped out his own soul*
fishy stumbles a bit, bleeding where his heart would be.
Hahh..
What??????????
Nothing happened to you
You can’t use magic right now
Other than that nothing happened???
Greetings.
The name's Byrce, the CEO's son.
You might know me from that..wretched fish boy, or not.
If you have an experiment, let me know! I'd be happy to get this place up and running again, being that it got..trashed not too long ago.
Oh, well. At least it's still..mostly in tact.
Enough for me to stay in it.
It's better than nothin'!
Soon enough, we'll be back in business, baby!
I ain't lettin' my father's legacy die out.
See you later. Or never.
----------------
@sans-the-skeleconch-offical @anonmous-offical @abra-ca-deadbra @rainworldguy26 @everything-else-official
Ah.
Greetings.
It immediately gains a hostile aura, but does not act.
It tilts its head and regards you with narrowed eyes.
He seems to notice the aura and stiffens, eyes narrowing as well.
And who might you be?
That does not concern you at the moment.
You may call me Axial, and that is all.
Suddenly, it grins.
And I have an experiment I would like to conduct.
It feels dangerous.
I heard you were requesting those?
Hello, Axial.
Yes, I am interested in one! After all, our lab is built for experiments like Fishy, is it not?
Its smile widens, and a strange, dark amusement lights up its eyes.
I think I can do one better.
It lunges at you and you suddenly find yourself in a tiled room with no way in or out.
It holds you down by your throat and lifts up one of your arms, appraising it.
Hmmm…
Which side do you value the least?
He opens his eyes, breath heavy as he takes a look around at his surroundings.
Gkh—
Left..
He looks away, laughing a bit, genuinely finding this to be amusing.
You do realize that I can't feel much pain, right? I do own fishy's soul after all!
Now that’s interesting…
It laughs as well.
Pain is not what I’m after here.
No, no.
It grabs your right arm and promptly rips it off.
This is an experiment, after all!
Pain, if any, is only part of the process!
It turns its head, and suddenly a tendril of static wheels in a rolling cart piled with various body parts.
Now, which one should I try first?
It sounds excited.
He inhales sharply as his right arm is ripped off.
gkh..I should've expected that, I suppose..
he looks over at the cart, eyeing the body parts inside.
..leg, I guess??
Hehehe, okay!
It grabs a leg from the pile, then begins trying to attach it to where your arm was.
Hmmmm…
That doesn’t seem quite right!
Hold on a moment.
It digs its claws into your chest, gouging out room to fit it.
It begins humming to itself, but the tune sounds eerie and broken.
Oh, I got it!
It jabs its hand into your chest and rips out a lung.
You won’t be needing this anyway!
It tosses it somewhere.
It grows two new limbs from its static and starts rummaging through the pile, looking for something.
gkh..
he is still able to breathe somehow, just..shallower.
what you lookin' f-for..?
He leans up slightly, before wincing in pain and laying back down.
Looking for?
Nothing!
Unless you think there’s something worth finding in here…
It switches to a singsong tone.
I doubt it!
The second pair of arms find what they were looking for.
It shoves a strange, curling organ where your lung was.
You can breathe better again?
In the meantime, it summons its sword and cuts off your left leg.
Hehehehahahaha!
Should I put a hand here?
h-hgh..
He inhales sharply once more, breath shaky.
A-ah..sure..
He squirms slightly, oddly finding a better position to be in so it can harm him more easily, though whether it was intentional or not on his end is unknown.
Okay!
It tilts its head, noticing.
…
Thanks!
It smiles creepily and drags over a webbed fin-like appendage.
Oh, there’s not enough room again!
It sounds like it is talking to a child.
Oh well!
I’m sure you still have some extras in here…
It pulls out your intestines.
So inefficient!
It rummages in the pile again.
gkh—
He gasps, eyes closing as the pain became almost overbearing. The little magic Fishy's soul could offer right now was keeping him alive, and, not in that much pain. Yet, it still hurt like hell itself.
H-hahh..makin' me match with Fishy, huh?
How sweet..
He grunts, biting his lip to stiffle down his tears.
Hm?
Oh, that’s a good idea!
After shoving some small, random organ-shaped thing where your intestines were, it takes its claws and carves gashes on either side of your neck.
There!
Now you have gills too!
It continues taking out chunks of you, stitching and gluing random pieces in their place.
It laughs giddily.
A wonderful experiment, yes?
How much of your original body is left at this point?
h-hgghhg..
Heh..
He smiles, eyes narrowing. Fresh blood pools down his neck, a wonderful sight for it. How delicious!
Yes..how lovely.
My father would be proud.
He shivers as he feels his body being remade, the pain causing tears to swell in his eyes.
Hah..
Seeing him smile, it takes the opportunity to rip out his canines, replacing them with proper fangs.
Then, suddenly, it all stops.
hgh—
...
he feels..like he can't move.
You hear a faint ticking noise.
You do not feel the weight of Axial keeping you down.
..a bomb?
Hah. Typical.
Yet, despite his words, he's trembling from the sheer amount of pain and trauma.
There is nothing else in the room except for you and the pile of parts.
…
The ticking gets closer to you.
Would…
Clicking..?
Be more accurate..?
...
He freezes.
Something bumps your shoulder.
It feels…
Familiar.
But not like this.
He shuts his eyes, breath shallow.
this all has to be some kind of sick joke..shouldn't it!?
Your old hand climbs onto your ruined chest, trailing your old arm behind it.
Elsewhere in the room, you hear something else start clicking.
Yet a third thing makes a strange scraping noise.
…
They’re getting closer.
H-hgk..
He looks down, breath even shallower.
He covers his mouth with his actually okay hand, tears streaming down his cheeks.
O-Oh fuck..hahh..
He smiles gleefully, though it lacks any joy.
Your old hand fights to hold your lips apart, forcing you to maintain the smile.
Another hand bumps against your leg.
You begin hearing a strange squelching noise coming from the pile.
As tears continue to trail down his face, he forces the smile even further, trying to ignore the pain.
Hahaahaha..
Something whispers in your ear.
You can feel its breath in your hair.
“Come on, aren’t you having fun? Look at that big smile!”
Somewhere else, something starts chanting:
“Smile, grin, beam. Smile, grin, beam.”
More limbs start bumping against your body.
His smile fades a little, before it softens into a..genuine one.
Yes, yes I am.
Experiments sure are fun!
The thing whispers again:
“Pathetic little man. What do you even have left besides?”
The hands that had been crawling over you start digging into your flesh again.
“Nothing that you haven’t taken.”
The chanting thing picks up again:
“Smile, grin, beam. Smile, grin, beam.”
They start gouging out what is left of your original body.
hah..
thank you..
mgh..
he seems to be enjoying himself, despite the pain
One of the things cracks into your skull.
he shuts his eyes, still smiling, even as his consciousness slips away for now..
Something parasitic slips through the crack.
It keeps you awake, alive.
It speaks using your mouth.
“Not yet.”
mh..
thank you..
he keeps smiling, eyes still closed, seemingly at peace.
One of the walls gains a glass pane.
Fishy, there is something you can see here.
...
he looks over and freezes at the sight, covering his mouth.
n-no..
Suddenly, he uses his magic to put a force field around him.
L-Leave him alone!
…
Sorry
*showtime rips out his soul*
You can’t use magic for 3 ask
there's no soul.
Gh—
He coughs blood, suprised.
(Byrce has his soul :'3)
*he ripped out his own soul*
Greetings.
The name's Byrce, the CEO's son.
You might know me from that..wretched fish boy, or not.
If you have an experiment, let me know! I'd be happy to get this place up and running again, being that it got..trashed not too long ago.
Oh, well. At least it's still..mostly in tact.
Enough for me to stay in it.
It's better than nothin'!
Soon enough, we'll be back in business, baby!
I ain't lettin' my father's legacy die out.
See you later. Or never.
----------------
@sans-the-skeleconch-offical @anonmous-offical @abra-ca-deadbra @rainworldguy26 @everything-else-official
Ah.
Greetings.
It immediately gains a hostile aura, but does not act.
It tilts its head and regards you with narrowed eyes.
He seems to notice the aura and stiffens, eyes narrowing as well.
And who might you be?
That does not concern you at the moment.
You may call me Axial, and that is all.
Suddenly, it grins.
And I have an experiment I would like to conduct.
It feels dangerous.
I heard you were requesting those?
Hello, Axial.
Yes, I am interested in one! After all, our lab is built for experiments like Fishy, is it not?
Its smile widens, and a strange, dark amusement lights up its eyes.
I think I can do one better.
It lunges at you and you suddenly find yourself in a tiled room with no way in or out.
It holds you down by your throat and lifts up one of your arms, appraising it.
Hmmm…
Which side do you value the least?
He opens his eyes, breath heavy as he takes a look around at his surroundings.
Gkh—
Left..
He looks away, laughing a bit, genuinely finding this to be amusing.
You do realize that I can't feel much pain, right? I do own fishy's soul after all!
Now that’s interesting…
It laughs as well.
Pain is not what I’m after here.
No, no.
It grabs your right arm and promptly rips it off.
This is an experiment, after all!
Pain, if any, is only part of the process!
It turns its head, and suddenly a tendril of static wheels in a rolling cart piled with various body parts.
Now, which one should I try first?
It sounds excited.
He inhales sharply as his right arm is ripped off.
gkh..I should've expected that, I suppose..
he looks over at the cart, eyeing the body parts inside.
..leg, I guess??
Hehehe, okay!
It grabs a leg from the pile, then begins trying to attach it to where your arm was.
Hmmmm…
That doesn’t seem quite right!
Hold on a moment.
It digs its claws into your chest, gouging out room to fit it.
It begins humming to itself, but the tune sounds eerie and broken.
Oh, I got it!
It jabs its hand into your chest and rips out a lung.
You won’t be needing this anyway!
It tosses it somewhere.
It grows two new limbs from its static and starts rummaging through the pile, looking for something.
gkh..
he is still able to breathe somehow, just..shallower.
what you lookin' f-for..?
He leans up slightly, before wincing in pain and laying back down.
Looking for?
Nothing!
Unless you think there’s something worth finding in here…
It switches to a singsong tone.
I doubt it!
The second pair of arms find what they were looking for.
It shoves a strange, curling organ where your lung was.
You can breathe better again?
In the meantime, it summons its sword and cuts off your left leg.
Hehehehahahaha!
Should I put a hand here?
h-hgh..
He inhales sharply once more, breath shaky.
A-ah..sure..
He squirms slightly, oddly finding a better position to be in so it can harm him more easily, though whether it was intentional or not on his end is unknown.
Okay!
It tilts its head, noticing.
…
Thanks!
It smiles creepily and drags over a webbed fin-like appendage.
Oh, there’s not enough room again!
It sounds like it is talking to a child.
Oh well!
I’m sure you still have some extras in here…
It pulls out your intestines.
So inefficient!
It rummages in the pile again.
gkh—
He gasps, eyes closing as the pain became almost overbearing. The little magic Fishy's soul could offer right now was keeping him alive, and, not in that much pain. Yet, it still hurt like hell itself.
H-hahh..makin' me match with Fishy, huh?
How sweet..
He grunts, biting his lip to stiffle down his tears.
Hm?
Oh, that’s a good idea!
After shoving some small, random organ-shaped thing where your intestines were, it takes its claws and carves gashes on either side of your neck.
There!
Now you have gills too!
It continues taking out chunks of you, stitching and gluing random pieces in their place.
It laughs giddily.
A wonderful experiment, yes?
How much of your original body is left at this point?
h-hgghhg..
Heh..
He smiles, eyes narrowing. Fresh blood pools down his neck, a wonderful sight for it. How delicious!
Yes..how lovely.
My father would be proud.
He shivers as he feels his body being remade, the pain causing tears to swell in his eyes.
Hah..
Seeing him smile, it takes the opportunity to rip out his canines, replacing them with proper fangs.
Then, suddenly, it all stops.
hgh—
...
he feels..like he can't move.
You hear a faint ticking noise.
You do not feel the weight of Axial keeping you down.
..a bomb?
Hah. Typical.
Yet, despite his words, he's trembling from the sheer amount of pain and trauma.
There is nothing else in the room except for you and the pile of parts.
…
The ticking gets closer to you.
Would…
Clicking..?
Be more accurate..?
...
He freezes.
Something bumps your shoulder.
It feels…
Familiar.
But not like this.
He shuts his eyes, breath shallow.
this all has to be some kind of sick joke..shouldn't it!?
Your old hand climbs onto your ruined chest, trailing your old arm behind it.
Elsewhere in the room, you hear something else start clicking.
Yet a third thing makes a strange scraping noise.
…
They’re getting closer.
H-hgk..
He looks down, breath even shallower.
He covers his mouth with his actually okay hand, tears streaming down his cheeks.
O-Oh fuck..hahh..
He smiles gleefully, though it lacks any joy.
Your old hand fights to hold your lips apart, forcing you to maintain the smile.
Another hand bumps against your leg.
You begin hearing a strange squelching noise coming from the pile.
As tears continue to trail down his face, he forces the smile even further, trying to ignore the pain.
Hahaahaha..
Something whispers in your ear.
You can feel its breath in your hair.
“Come on, aren’t you having fun? Look at that big smile!”
Somewhere else, something starts chanting:
“Smile, grin, beam. Smile, grin, beam.”
More limbs start bumping against your body.
His smile fades a little, before it softens into a..genuine one.
Yes, yes I am.
Experiments sure are fun!
The thing whispers again:
“Pathetic little man. What do you even have left besides?”
The hands that had been crawling over you start digging into your flesh again.
“Nothing that you haven’t taken.”
The chanting thing picks up again:
“Smile, grin, beam. Smile, grin, beam.”
They start gouging out what is left of your original body.
hah..
thank you..
mgh..
he seems to be enjoying himself, despite the pain
One of the things cracks into your skull.
he shuts his eyes, still smiling, even as his consciousness slips away for now..
Something parasitic slips through the crack.
It keeps you awake, alive.
It speaks using your mouth.
“Not yet.”
mh..
thank you..
he keeps smiling, eyes still closed, seemingly at peace.
One of the walls gains a glass pane.
Fishy, there is something you can see here.
...
he looks over and freezes at the sight, covering his mouth.
n-no..
Suddenly, he uses his magic to put a force field around him.
L-Leave him alone!
…
Sorry
*showtime rips out his soul*
You can’t use magic for 3 ask
Greetings.
The name's Byrce, the CEO's son.
You might know me from that..wretched fish boy, or not.
If you have an experiment, let me know! I'd be happy to get this place up and running again, being that it got..trashed not too long ago.
Oh, well. At least it's still..mostly in tact.
Enough for me to stay in it.
It's better than nothin'!
Soon enough, we'll be back in business, baby!
I ain't lettin' my father's legacy die out.
See you later. Or never.
----------------
@sans-the-skeleconch-offical @anonmous-offical @abra-ca-deadbra @rainworldguy26
Tsk tsk you forgot something
*I snap my fingers*
*you are in the chaos inc building*
*a training room*
You got kidnapped
..another eldritch entity, huh?
God, I have so many better things to do right now than dealing with you..
He stands up, a little disoriented from the sudden transition from locations.
*turrets pop out from the walls*
Dusted star!
{you feel pain hundreds of times more than a normal human would}
*they all shoot at you*
h-hgnnn..
he falls back as the bullets pierce through his skin, the pain excruciatingly painful.
yet..he still manages a smile.
hah..that..all you got..?!
*they keep shooting*
Gave them the same enchantment as my gun
*they aren’t stopping*
Gkh—
He spits out blood, breath heavy as dozens, hundreds, THOUSANDS of bullets hit him.
and that would be..?
Infinite bullets
*I sound cheeky and very happy about the fact*
Actually you know what
*the turrets stop*
*I snap my fingers*
*you are a maid now*
*until the end of time*
*you are dying in that dress*
*you also must do everything mous says*
Hey guys
@sans-the-skeleconch-offical @everything-else-official @abra-ca-deadbra @rainworldguy26 what do I make him do first
Make him feel euphoria.
Then make him feel depression.
Rinse and repeat.
...
So like fishy, huh?
He spits the name out like its a slur.
Oh?
That was a lucky guess, then.
From now on, everything you speak will be with an uwu accent.
..f-fwuck you..
he huffs and crosses his arms
how dweadful of a punishment.
It falls over, wheezing in laughter.
Wait never mind this is way better.
@chaos-inc-offical come check this out.
s-shuwpt up.
it-it is not! Hmph.
I feel like this is too merciful of a punishment
I had him rip his finger nails out
Well it was someone else’s idea but that’s not important
It's my turn now 0⌄0
Okay
@the-founders-son-offical you have to do whatever sona says
Greetings.
The name's Byrce, the CEO's son.
You might know me from that..wretched fish boy, or not.
If you have an experiment, let me know! I'd be happy to get this place up and running again, being that it got..trashed not too long ago.
Oh, well. At least it's still..mostly in tact.
Enough for me to stay in it.
It's better than nothin'!
Soon enough, we'll be back in business, baby!
I ain't lettin' my father's legacy die out.
See you later. Or never.
----------------
@sans-the-skeleconch-offical @anonmous-offical @abra-ca-deadbra @rainworldguy26
Tsk tsk you forgot something
*I snap my fingers*
*you are in the chaos inc building*
*a training room*
You got kidnapped
..another eldritch entity, huh?
God, I have so many better things to do right now than dealing with you..
He stands up, a little disoriented from the sudden transition from locations.
*turrets pop out from the walls*
Dusted star!
{you feel pain hundreds of times more than a normal human would}
*they all shoot at you*
h-hgnnn..
he falls back as the bullets pierce through his skin, the pain excruciatingly painful.
yet..he still manages a smile.
hah..that..all you got..?!
*they keep shooting*
Gave them the same enchantment as my gun
*they aren’t stopping*
Gkh—
He spits out blood, breath heavy as dozens, hundreds, THOUSANDS of bullets hit him.
and that would be..?
Infinite bullets
*I sound cheeky and very happy about the fact*
Actually you know what
*the turrets stop*
*I snap my fingers*
*you are a maid now*
*until the end of time*
*you are dying in that dress*
*you also must do everything mous says*
Hey guys
@sans-the-skeleconch-offical @everything-else-official @abra-ca-deadbra @rainworldguy26 what do I make him do first
Make him feel euphoria.
Then make him feel depression.
Rinse and repeat.
...
So like fishy, huh?
He spits the name out like its a slur.
Oh?
That was a lucky guess, then.
From now on, everything you speak will be with an uwu accent.
..f-fwuck you..
he huffs and crosses his arms
how dweadful of a punishment.
It falls over, wheezing in laughter.
Wait never mind this is way better.
@chaos-inc-offical come check this out.
s-shuwpt up.
it-it is not! Hmph.
I feel like this is too merciful of a punishment
I had him rip his finger nails out
Well it was someone else’s idea but that’s not important
Greetings.
The name's Byrce, the CEO's son.
You might know me from that..wretched fish boy, or not.
If you have an experiment, let me know! I'd be happy to get this place up and running again, being that it got..trashed not too long ago.
Oh, well. At least it's still..mostly in tact.
Enough for me to stay in it.
It's better than nothin'!
Soon enough, we'll be back in business, baby!
I ain't lettin' my father's legacy die out.
See you later. Or never.
----------------
@sans-the-skeleconch-offical @anonmous-offical @abra-ca-deadbra @rainworldguy26
Tsk tsk you forgot something
*I snap my fingers*
*you are in the chaos inc building*
*a training room*
You got kidnapped
..another eldritch entity, huh?
God, I have so many better things to do right now than dealing with you..
He stands up, a little disoriented from the sudden transition from locations.
*turrets pop out from the walls*
Dusted star!
{you feel pain hundreds of times more than a normal human would}
*they all shoot at you*
h-hgnnn..
he falls back as the bullets pierce through his skin, the pain excruciatingly painful.
yet..he still manages a smile.
hah..that..all you got..?!
*they keep shooting*
Gave them the same enchantment as my gun
*they aren’t stopping*
Gkh—
He spits out blood, breath heavy as dozens, hundreds, THOUSANDS of bullets hit him.
and that would be..?
Infinite bullets
*I sound cheeky and very happy about the fact*
Actually you know what
*the turrets stop*
*I snap my fingers*
*you are a maid now*
*until the end of time*
*you are dying in that dress*
*you also must do everything mous says*
Hey guys
@sans-the-skeleconch-offical @everything-else-official @abra-ca-deadbra @rainworldguy26 what do I make him do first
Make him feel euphoria.
Then make him feel depression.
Rinse and repeat.
...
So like fishy, huh?
He spits the name out like its a slur.
Oh?
That was a lucky guess, then.
From now on, everything you speak will be with an uwu accent.
..f-fwuck you..
he huffs and crosses his arms
how dweadful of a punishment.
It falls over, wheezing in laughter.
Wait never mind this is way better.
@chaos-inc-offical come check this out.
*showtime laughs very hardly*
Greetings.
The name's Byrce, the CEO's son.
You might know me from that..wretched fish boy, or not.
If you have an experiment, let me know! I'd be happy to get this place up and running again, being that it got..trashed not too long ago.
Oh, well. At least it's still..mostly in tact.
Enough for me to stay in it.
It's better than nothin'!
Soon enough, we'll be back in business, baby!
I ain't lettin' my father's legacy die out.
See you later. Or never.
----------------
@sans-the-skeleconch-offical @anonmous-offical @abra-ca-deadbra @rainworldguy26
Tsk tsk you forgot something
*I snap my fingers*
*you are in the chaos inc building*
*a training room*
You got kidnapped
..another eldritch entity, huh?
God, I have so many better things to do right now than dealing with you..
He stands up, a little disoriented from the sudden transition from locations.
*turrets pop out from the walls*
Dusted star!
{you feel pain hundreds of times more than a normal human would}
*they all shoot at you*
h-hgnnn..
he falls back as the bullets pierce through his skin, the pain excruciatingly painful.
yet..he still manages a smile.
hah..that..all you got..?!
*they keep shooting*
Gave them the same enchantment as my gun
*they aren’t stopping*
Gkh—
He spits out blood, breath heavy as dozens, hundreds, THOUSANDS of bullets hit him.
and that would be..?
Infinite bullets
*I sound cheeky and very happy about the fact*
Actually you know what
*the turrets stop*
*I snap my fingers*
*you are a maid now*
*until the end of time*
*you are dying in that dress*
*you also must do everything mous says*
Hey guys
@sans-the-skeleconch-offical @everything-else-official @abra-ca-deadbra @rainworldguy26 what do I make him do first
..okay?
He looks down and shrugs.
I really don't mind.
He seems..bored. And not guilty at ALL of what he did to fishy.
…
I never said my commands followed physics
You are in every once of pain fishy was ever in times ♾️
GKH—
He shivers as his eyes widen.
..that means..
...
..n-no..
Greetings.
The name's Byrce, the CEO's son.
You might know me from that..wretched fish boy, or not.
If you have an experiment, let me know! I'd be happy to get this place up and running again, being that it got..trashed not too long ago.
Oh, well. At least it's still..mostly in tact.
Enough for me to stay in it.
It's better than nothin'!
Soon enough, we'll be back in business, baby!
I ain't lettin' my father's legacy die out.
See you later. Or never.
----------------
@sans-the-skeleconch-offical @anonmous-offical @abra-ca-deadbra @rainworldguy26
Tsk tsk you forgot something
*I snap my fingers*
*you are in the chaos inc building*
*a training room*
You got kidnapped
..another eldritch entity, huh?
God, I have so many better things to do right now than dealing with you..
He stands up, a little disoriented from the sudden transition from locations.
*turrets pop out from the walls*
Dusted star!
{you feel pain hundreds of times more than a normal human would}
*they all shoot at you*
h-hgnnn..
he falls back as the bullets pierce through his skin, the pain excruciatingly painful.
yet..he still manages a smile.
hah..that..all you got..?!
*they keep shooting*
Gave them the same enchantment as my gun
*they aren’t stopping*
Gkh—
He spits out blood, breath heavy as dozens, hundreds, THOUSANDS of bullets hit him.
and that would be..?
Infinite bullets
*I sound cheeky and very happy about the fact*
Actually you know what
*the turrets stop*
*I snap my fingers*
*you are a maid now*
*until the end of time*
*you are dying in that dress*
*you also must do everything mous says*
Hey guys
@sans-the-skeleconch-offical @everything-else-official @abra-ca-deadbra @rainworldguy26 what do I make him do first
Make him feel euphoria.
Then make him feel depression.
Rinse and repeat.
Okay uh
Duck it @the-founders-son-offical do whatever axial says
Greetings.
The name's Byrce, the CEO's son.
You might know me from that..wretched fish boy, or not.
If you have an experiment, let me know! I'd be happy to get this place up and running again, being that it got..trashed not too long ago.
Oh, well. At least it's still..mostly in tact.
Enough for me to stay in it.
It's better than nothin'!
Soon enough, we'll be back in business, baby!
I ain't lettin' my father's legacy die out.
See you later. Or never.
----------------
@sans-the-skeleconch-offical @anonmous-offical @abra-ca-deadbra @rainworldguy26
Tsk tsk you forgot something
*I snap my fingers*
*you are in the chaos inc building*
*a training room*
You got kidnapped
..another eldritch entity, huh?
God, I have so many better things to do right now than dealing with you..
He stands up, a little disoriented from the sudden transition from locations.
*turrets pop out from the walls*
Dusted star!
{you feel pain hundreds of times more than a normal human would}
*they all shoot at you*
h-hgnnn..
he falls back as the bullets pierce through his skin, the pain excruciatingly painful.
yet..he still manages a smile.
hah..that..all you got..?!
*they keep shooting*
Gave them the same enchantment as my gun
*they aren’t stopping*
Gkh—
He spits out blood, breath heavy as dozens, hundreds, THOUSANDS of bullets hit him.
and that would be..?
Infinite bullets
*I sound cheeky and very happy about the fact*
Actually you know what
*the turrets stop*
*I snap my fingers*
*you are a maid now*
*until the end of time*
*you are dying in that dress*
*you also must do everything mous says*
Hey guys
@sans-the-skeleconch-offical @everything-else-official @abra-ca-deadbra @rainworldguy26 what do I make him do first
Have him rip his own fingernails out. <3
Okay!
@the-founders-son-offical rip your own finger nails out<3
Greetings.
The name's Byrce, the CEO's son.
You might know me from that..wretched fish boy, or not.
If you have an experiment, let me know! I'd be happy to get this place up and running again, being that it got..trashed not too long ago.
Oh, well. At least it's still..mostly in tact.
Enough for me to stay in it.
It's better than nothin'!
Soon enough, we'll be back in business, baby!
I ain't lettin' my father's legacy die out.
See you later. Or never.
----------------
@sans-the-skeleconch-offical @anonmous-offical @abra-ca-deadbra @rainworldguy26
Tsk tsk you forgot something
*I snap my fingers*
*you are in the chaos inc building*
*a training room*
You got kidnapped
..another eldritch entity, huh?
God, I have so many better things to do right now than dealing with you..
He stands up, a little disoriented from the sudden transition from locations.
*turrets pop out from the walls*
Dusted star!
{you feel pain hundreds of times more than a normal human would}
*they all shoot at you*
h-hgnnn..
he falls back as the bullets pierce through his skin, the pain excruciatingly painful.
yet..he still manages a smile.
hah..that..all you got..?!
*they keep shooting*
Gave them the same enchantment as my gun
*they aren’t stopping*
Gkh—
He spits out blood, breath heavy as dozens, hundreds, THOUSANDS of bullets hit him.
and that would be..?
Infinite bullets
*I sound cheeky and very happy about the fact*
Actually you know what
*the turrets stop*
*I snap my fingers*
*you are a maid now*
*until the end of time*
*you are dying in that dress*
*you also must do everything mous says*
Hey guys
@sans-the-skeleconch-offical @everything-else-official @abra-ca-deadbra @rainworldguy26 what do I make him do first
..okay?
He looks down and shrugs.
I really don't mind.
He seems..bored. And not guilty at ALL of what he did to fishy.
…
I never said my commands followed physics
You are in every once of pain fishy was ever in times ♾️
Greetings.
The name's Byrce, the CEO's son.
You might know me from that..wretched fish boy, or not.
If you have an experiment, let me know! I'd be happy to get this place up and running again, being that it got..trashed not too long ago.
Oh, well. At least it's still..mostly in tact.
Enough for me to stay in it.
It's better than nothin'!
Soon enough, we'll be back in business, baby!
I ain't lettin' my father's legacy die out.
See you later. Or never.
----------------
@sans-the-skeleconch-offical @anonmous-offical @abra-ca-deadbra @rainworldguy26
Tsk tsk you forgot something
*I snap my fingers*
*you are in the chaos inc building*
*a training room*
You got kidnapped
..another eldritch entity, huh?
God, I have so many better things to do right now than dealing with you..
He stands up, a little disoriented from the sudden transition from locations.
*turrets pop out from the walls*
Dusted star!
{you feel pain hundreds of times more than a normal human would}
*they all shoot at you*
h-hgnnn..
he falls back as the bullets pierce through his skin, the pain excruciatingly painful.
yet..he still manages a smile.
hah..that..all you got..?!
*they keep shooting*
Gave them the same enchantment as my gun
*they aren’t stopping*
Gkh—
He spits out blood, breath heavy as dozens, hundreds, THOUSANDS of bullets hit him.
and that would be..?
Infinite bullets
*I sound cheeky and very happy about the fact*
Actually you know what
*the turrets stop*
*I snap my fingers*
*you are a maid now*
*until the end of time*
*you are dying in that dress*
*you also must do everything mous says*
Hey guys
@sans-the-skeleconch-offical @everything-else-official @abra-ca-deadbra @rainworldguy26 what do I make him do first
Greetings.
The name's Byrce, the CEO's son.
You might know me from that..wretched fish boy, or not.
If you have an experiment, let me know! I'd be happy to get this place up and running again, being that it got..trashed not too long ago.
Oh, well. At least it's still..mostly in tact.
Enough for me to stay in it.
It's better than nothin'!
Soon enough, we'll be back in business, baby!
I ain't lettin' my father's legacy die out.
See you later. Or never.
----------------
@sans-the-skeleconch-offical @anonmous-offical @abra-ca-deadbra @rainworldguy26
Tsk tsk you forgot something
*I snap my fingers*
*you are in the chaos inc building*
*a training room*
You got kidnapped
..another eldritch entity, huh?
God, I have so many better things to do right now than dealing with you..
He stands up, a little disoriented from the sudden transition from locations.
*turrets pop out from the walls*
Dusted star!
{you feel pain hundreds of times more than a normal human would}
*they all shoot at you*
h-hgnnn..
he falls back as the bullets pierce through his skin, the pain excruciatingly painful.
yet..he still manages a smile.
hah..that..all you got..?!
*they keep shooting*
Gave them the same enchantment as my gun
*they aren’t stopping*
Gkh—
He spits out blood, breath heavy as dozens, hundreds, THOUSANDS of bullets hit him.
and that would be..?
Infinite bullets
*I sound cheeky and very happy about the fact*
Greetings.
The name's Byrce, the CEO's son.
You might know me from that..wretched fish boy, or not.
If you have an experiment, let me know! I'd be happy to get this place up and running again, being that it got..trashed not too long ago.
Oh, well. At least it's still..mostly in tact.
Enough for me to stay in it.
It's better than nothin'!
Soon enough, we'll be back in business, baby!
I ain't lettin' my father's legacy die out.
See you later. Or never.
----------------
@sans-the-skeleconch-offical @anonmous-offical @abra-ca-deadbra @rainworldguy26
Tsk tsk you forgot something
*I snap my fingers*
*you are in the chaos inc building*
*a training room*
You got kidnapped
..another eldritch entity, huh?
God, I have so many better things to do right now than dealing with you..
He stands up, a little disoriented from the sudden transition from locations.
*turrets pop out from the walls*
Dusted star!
{you feel pain hundreds of times more than a normal human would}
*they all shoot at you*
h-hgnnn..
he falls back as the bullets pierce through his skin, the pain excruciatingly painful.
yet..he still manages a smile.
hah..that..all you got..?!
*they keep shooting*
Gave them the same enchantment as my gun
*they aren’t stopping*
Greetings.
The name's Byrce, the CEO's son.
You might know me from that..wretched fish boy, or not.
If you have an experiment, let me know! I'd be happy to get this place up and running again, being that it got..trashed not too long ago.
Oh, well. At least it's still..mostly in tact.
Enough for me to stay in it.
It's better than nothin'!
Soon enough, we'll be back in business, baby!
I ain't lettin' my father's legacy die out.
See you later. Or never.
----------------
@sans-the-skeleconch-offical @anonmous-offical @abra-ca-deadbra @rainworldguy26
Tsk tsk you forgot something
*I snap my fingers*
*you are in the chaos inc building*
*a training room*
You got kidnapped
..another eldritch entity, huh?
God, I have so many better things to do right now than dealing with you..
He stands up, a little disoriented from the sudden transition from locations.
*turrets pop out from the walls*
Dusted star!
{you feel pain hundreds of times more than a normal human would}
*they all shoot at you*
I’M NOT EVEN REAL
IT DOESNT MATTER WHAT I DO
I MIGHT AS WELL KILL MYSELF
NO ONE REAL IS BEING-
Is..
What was I talking about?
…
You happy?
I erased every traumatic memory he had
I remember them…
I am them..
I’m his trauma and coping mechanisms given thought…
I’m pretty bad at my job huh?
Anyway
I know what I am
Mous forgot
Your welcome
It stares at you with genuine sorrow.
…
Mous is happy
And honestly if you don’t like the way I handled things
I don’t care
A friend of yours BIT MY HEAD OFF
We aren’t on good terms
You aren’t even my parent
It looks away.
You did what had to be done.
And for the record:
I consider you-
Both of you-
To be a closer friend than that dinosaur any day.
Even if you have hundreds of machinations aimed against me, I will still care about you.
Even if you push me away.
…
Thanks..
Never forget.
I only wish…
…
Never mind.
It turns to go.
Finish your thought
I’m interested
I’M NOT EVEN REAL
IT DOESNT MATTER WHAT I DO
I MIGHT AS WELL KILL MYSELF
NO ONE REAL IS BEING-
Is..
What was I talking about?
…
You happy?
I erased every traumatic memory he had
I remember them…
I am them..
I’m his trauma and coping mechanisms given thought…
I’m pretty bad at my job huh?
Anyway
I know what I am
Mous forgot
Your welcome
It stares at you with genuine sorrow.
…
Mous is happy
And honestly if you don’t like the way I handled things
I don’t care
A friend of yours BIT MY HEAD OFF
We aren’t on good terms
You aren’t even my parent
It looks away.
You did what had to be done.
And for the record:
I consider you-
Both of you-
To be a closer friend than that dinosaur any day.
Even if you have hundreds of machinations aimed against me, I will still care about you.
Even if you push me away.
…
Thanks..
