&quot;One malfunction, and the game&#x27;s changed.&quot; -Vee

[ ... ]

"..yeah, okay, what."

"i. are we just the alternate universe guys now??"

--@demolitionists-hell (throws my veeronica at you)

"...So. what's your deal, huh?"

She tilts her head, a cacophony of little clicks and whirrs emerging from her with every tiny movement. If it weren't for the same head and hat it'd be hard to recognize her as you, honestly, she is VERY heavily modified good lord.

"Had a malfunction and the Spectre thought it was funny enough to make me a killer. You?"

"...Heh. wow. That's it? Your sad evil backstory is a, little malfunction and the architect of this realm decided it was funny?"

"...try being disassembled for parts and left for dead, only to be saved by the most invasive, most corrupt, most vile computer virus known to robloxia who's corrupted more electronics and killed more indivual people than most of the lot down here, and having to scrape whatever's left of yourself back together by hunting down and butchering other robots while being used by said virus to scout out and kill civilians or else risk loosing that sense of self you have left to them and being fully consumed by said virus."

"..."

"I would ask if you're okay, but clearly you're not."

"What makes ya say that?"

A audible jam sound out as she stretches, looking you over almost... Clinically? The reticle eye seems to dilate a bit as she does.

...you suddenly feel less safe around her

"The traumadumping."

"Anywho, I get the feeling you're not quite fond of me. My cue to leave."

she perks up a bit, suddenly scuttling uncomfortably close and putting a hand around your shoulder

"Oh? But we were Just starting to get along! You and I are the same person, why wouldn't we! With all the same hobbies and interests, the same backstory for the most part, the same role in our worlds.. the same Parts."

her grip tightens a fraction

"Neat, so we're the same person."

"Clearly that doesn't mean anything when the differences in our backstories mean so much in the long run."

"Oh yeah, I'm not gonna stay here long enough to turn into scrap. Bye!"

[ She runs off. ]

[ ... ]

"..yeah, okay, what."

"i. are we just the alternate universe guys now??"

--@demolitionists-hell (throws my veeronica at you)

"...So. what's your deal, huh?"

She tilts her head, a cacophony of little clicks and whirrs emerging from her with every tiny movement. If it weren't for the same head and hat it'd be hard to recognize her as you, honestly, she is VERY heavily modified good lord.

"Had a malfunction and the Spectre thought it was funny enough to make me a killer. You?"

"...Heh. wow. That's it? Your sad evil backstory is a, little malfunction and the architect of this realm decided it was funny?"

"...try being disassembled for parts and left for dead, only to be saved by the most invasive, most corrupt, most vile computer virus known to robloxia who's corrupted more electronics and killed more indivual people than most of the lot down here, and having to scrape whatever's left of yourself back together by hunting down and butchering other robots while being used by said virus to scout out and kill civilians or else risk loosing that sense of self you have left to them and being fully consumed by said virus."

"..."

"I would ask if you're okay, but clearly you're not."

"What makes ya say that?"

A audible jam sound out as she stretches, looking you over almost... Clinically? The reticle eye seems to dilate a bit as she does.

...you suddenly feel less safe around her

"The traumadumping."

"Anywho, I get the feeling you're not quite fond of me. My cue to leave."

[ ... ]

"..yeah, okay, what."

"i. are we just the alternate universe guys now??"

--@demolitionists-hell (throws my veeronica at you)

"...So. what's your deal, huh?"

She tilts her head, a cacophony of little clicks and whirrs emerging from her with every tiny movement. If it weren't for the same head and hat it'd be hard to recognize her as you, honestly, she is VERY heavily modified good lord.

"Had a malfunction and the Spectre thought it was funny enough to make me a killer. You?"

"...Heh. wow. That's it? Your sad evil backstory is a, little malfunction and the architect of this realm decided it was funny?"

"...try being disassembled for parts and left for dead, only to be saved by the most invasive, most corrupt, most vile computer virus known to robloxia who's corrupted more electronics and killed more indivual people than most of the lot down here, and having to scrape whatever's left of yourself back together by hunting down and butchering other robots while being used by said virus to scout out and kill civilians or else risk loosing that sense of self you have left to them and being fully consumed by said virus."

#i think this is funny #“*loredump*” “okay.”#why don't you get it?

"..."

"I would ask if you're okay, but clearly you're not."

[ ... ]

"..yeah, okay, what."

"i. are we just the alternate universe guys now??"

--@demolitionists-hell (throws my veeronica at you)

"...So. what's your deal, huh?"

She tilts her head, a cacophony of little clicks and whirrs emerging from her with every tiny movement. If it weren't for the same head and hat it'd be hard to recognize her as you, honestly, she is VERY heavily modified good lord.

"Had a malfunction and the Spectre thought it was funny enough to make me a killer. You?"

"Why?"

v33-r0n-1k-4

"..."

"..wait. wait WHAT."

"HUH. O.o"

"I. WHAT?"

"Ok, [$!%?] you Spectre why is there TWO of Me??? You??? US???"

"I can't even focus on the round now, I'm just confused."

-@demolitionists-hell (throws killer veeronica at you)

"...I-WHA-!"

Vee jumps back (imagine that one Noelle sprite) throwing the spray can she was holding [and not making graffiti with for some reason] at the other vee on reflex.

"...Yyyep, fair."

[ Awkward silence ]

"...I would ask how life's treating ya, but we are both in hell."

#execute the mother #eliminate the youth

"..W-WHAT."

[ A new survivor appears. A robot. Coincidentally, they appeared right next to Builderman. ]

"I- WHO ARE YOU? DID I BREAK DOWN? AMIDEAD?"

[ The survivor quickly questioned, barely giving Builderman time to process the questions. They also began shaking him. ]

"Slow down there, pal...! I know as little as you." [ Builderman took their "hands" off of him. The robot equivalent of hands? I guess. ]

"A-AM I?"

"...Well, I can't say. So many of us come in different ways."

"THERE'S MORE PEOPLE?"

"Well, yeah."

"W-WILL I DIE?"

"...You're not at risk currently. You can only "die" when near the Killers' cabins or in a "round" as we call it."

"...."

"It isn't permanent. Don't worry."

"...IS IT POSSIBLE TO DIE HERE? FROM NATURAL CAUSES?"

"...The Spectre, I feel, will prevent me from telling you. It's the being that brought you here. They feed off our anguish and misery. Either that or they just think it's funny to torment others. I haven't gotten much from Nosferatu."

"...OKAY."

[ SCREEN is ready for asks! ]

Gives Builderman my period cramps

"... wuts the point of this? >_>"

pizza-let-loose

"First time?"

#caught you #propagate the killer

"....yyyyyyyeahhhhhhhhhhhh."

Gives Builderman my period cramps

"... wuts the point of this? >_>"

#tripped up #why don't you get it?

builderman gains a single jellybean in his inventory

"?"

"...I mean? Okay?"

#execute the mother #tripped up

overworked-pumpkin

[ Buildsy just. Walks up to Dusekkar. ]

"...Dusekkar, are you doing well?"

-@demolitionists-hell

"As well as one cat be in this muck. My research is only stuck. But I must process if we want out of this ruck."

"..."

[ Builderman sighs. ]

"...Can't say I don't feel the same. Though, that whole situation with a lot of survivors turning to killers and vice versa was certainly... Something."

"...It's been most of what's on my mind."

overworked-pumpkin

"Mine as well. Thou took young souls and turned them to monsters of this hell." Dusekkar looks over his pages of research, "More studies call thee."

"...You should take a break, it's clearly taking a toll on you. I understand you want answers, I do too. But.. You're confusing pronouns."

#execute the mother

overworked-pumpkin

[ Buildsy just. Walks up to Dusekkar. ]

"...Dusekkar, are you doing well?"

-@demolitionists-hell

"As well as one cat be in this muck. My research is only stuck. But I must process if we want out of this ruck."