With Todd here, she was condemned as an old G Corp scientist, cast out when the wing crumbled as a feather. She was framed for a large amount of the crimes that G Corp committed in the war's labs despite just being a general researcher, mostly to steal her comfortable place over in the District 23 Nest and to get her locked away for a while for questioning.
By the time she got out - L Corp had collapsed. Most of her nest was beyond recognition, and her wife had presumably ended her own life by the notes she left alongside their old workshop.
Except. The building's been largely empty for a while. Until a human comes up from the basement.
Ms. Lovett is an escaped abnormality that's taken over one of the remaining people that Todd could have come to, and is using her to help feed herself with the store as a front.
Which is why she has the meat tag on her ear - if she slipped up, she'd be the next on the chopping block.
Her weapon/codename being Coffin is bc old English meatpies were called coffins.
But they're also a reference to a real one :D Bc she unknowingly fed her own wife (who she thought was dead) to Ms. Lovett.
She goes by "Ms. Todd" to those who don't know her well!
O-05-903 is an Abnormality capable of instantly killing and altering employees, yet it can't escape. Had it not a prominent consciousness, it would have been labeled as a tool long ago.
Once a toy kept around by a game enthusiast with a replication of his own personality kept inside, the old machine had been recovered from the outskirts within a suburban building left to rot to time and decay. Its personality seems to have rotted away just the same, but it can still perform its function. That being.. teaching individuals how to perform tasks in specific ways.
Employees may enter Tournament of Adaptation at the start of the work day until about halfway finished with an assignment of a specific work type. Until the quota is met, they will be trapped inside. At the cost of one point in all other categories, an agent will have their selected stat raised up by one, whether it be from 1-2, or 5-EX. However, the more numbers fall, the more the abnormality will drain their health and sanity before they leave.
At the third work done with this abnormality overall.. it will shred the provided agent out of sheer frustration and boredom. A good work result must be done after this without the abnormality's ability being active for it to become functional again.
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"Despite the leaking coming from some locations on the metal surface, Tournament of Adaptation never seems to have difficulty powering on."
"Does <name> have the patience to make proper plays today, or will it be another session of torture?"
"Tournament of Adaptation never stops practicing its skills, as if it feels that somehow its programming will slip up without it."
"<Name> tries to clean the smeared handprint from the glass surface, but Tournament of Adaptation threatens harm to stop them."
"Tournament of Adaptation won't look <name> in the eyes.. it seems they're about to make a mistake."
"Tournament of Adaptation rolls the eyes displayed on its screen in annoyance."
"Nobody can meet the standards set by time."
"The figurines and pieces used in games have never had their source found, but most assume Tournament of Adaptation has welded them itself."
"<Name> must always be careful, else the carving tools kept above come down as consequence."
"There is safety in this chamber if <name> can avoid angering Tournament of Adaptation."
"Everything beautiful comes from the loss of something treasured."
- Memory's Amanuensis
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F-06-556 is an ALEPH Abnormality considered to be a great and heavy threat to the stability of the corporation's wellbeing. Not for what it causes alone as an Abnormality of its class, but instead for everything this creature knows.
While it can talk one on one with an Agent almost like another human, Memory's Amanuensis is far from another human being. Nothing human would remember through the corporation's temporal resets. Yet it does, somehow materializing consequences for itself the more it writes down and acknowledges, continuing to become worse as time carries on.
Numerous tasks, such as abnormality works done in a day, number of agents hired, total abnormality breaches, ego gifts collected overall, and more will all be written down by this Abnormality. It continues to collect these notes without end, whether the game is reset back to day one or not. Memory's Amanuensis will only breach once any of these counters reach the strangely specific number of 56- even if it's the day that this abnormality is hired. Restarting the day during its breaching will remove 6 agents from your assortment and bring its lists back to 0 as if stealing away their lives.
Never allow it to breach. The cost of Agent removal is worth not dealing with it upon escape. It will slowly move through halls, crystalline growths forming up through the floors and walls of the areas it travels through that causes damage that changes depending upon the area. Memory's Amanuensis won't attack while it's moving, only stopping in large rooms to breathe and recuperate, but will attack then with the ferocity and desperation of a monster.
We don't know why it knows these things, or how its worsening mental state effects the cognition filter, but what we do know is that we should never allow it to teach any agents its self-proclaimed "Magick."
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"Do you know what it means to wield fate in your hands?"
"Memory's Amanuensis pulls at its face while looking at <name>, strands sticking to its fingers as if slime were mixed into its body."
"<Name> catches themselves staring into Memory's Amanuensis' eyes as if there was nothing else in the room."
"The room smells like extinguished candles."
"Memory's Amanuensis gently runs its hand along <name>'s head, remarking how they remind it of a 'student' it had in the past."
"<Name> can't ignore the feeling of pressure inside their head the longer they stay here."
"The abnormality's bleeding refuses to clot no matter what <name> does."
"Wounds continue to grow the longer that Memory's Amanuensis stays in this room, golden weapons appearing almost like magic."
"'Magick is real. Let me show you. The pain is worth everything that comes.'"
"Memory's Amanuensis refuses to stop shaking, remarking that the silence of the room never ends."
"'I know you, <name>. You don't need to be afraid of me, we were once friends.'"
"'Do you remember when I was your master, and you were my student?'"
"'This place traps you in invisible cords, where your death on the stage matters not, but I can free you.'"
"Don't you hear that? Someone's been calling your name."
- Ode to the Kikimora
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W-F-01-557 is a WAW level Abnormality considered to be one of the most psychologically damaging to unsuspecting Agents and unprepared Managers. It stands at a towering stature as a patchwork arrangement of oddly colored human parts and avian parts, with an odd mask stitched onto what appears to be a very humanoid head.
Unlike many other Abnormalities that focus on their own purposes, Ode to the Kikimora appears to somewhat "care" about those it brings into its attentions. However, this attention is not well obtained or one that an Agent should desire in any manner. Any Agent that it begins to find an affinity for will gradually feel their head become cold and tired in her presence, in a manner similar to what some tranquilizers can create. This feeling is extremely difficult to resist. Repeated visits with any Temperance higher than 3 will cause the agent to allow it to comfort them physically, and the contact will cause a near dooming reaction to occur.
This is a possession-type event. It seems that whatever spirit that is really in control of the Abnormality's body leeches onto the affected agent, congealing their blood in a horrific pale damage latching. Despite the horrible and numbing feeling it provides, agents feel a huge relief within their minds, barely finding any awareness of their current situation. SP will regenerate much, much faster than usual.
Should the agent fall into panic, health drops low, or if two agents die in their presence, the possession will take over. Their face will melt into the black, pale damage congealment, and they will run to free Ode to the Kikimora. It will welcome them in open arms once free and pull them into a minion-status, soulless and completely lost.
If Old Man of the Forest sees it during its own breakout, it will instead hunt Ode to the Kikimora until either one is suppressed.
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"If an Agent lives their life here without missing their family, they're a part of the minority."
"As <name> looks at Ode to the Kikimora, they can't help feeling reminded of friends that once supported them."
"Ode to the Kikimora asks <name> about their day. <Name> can't help but to open up about it."
"Ode to the Kikimora assures <name> that no matter how alone they feel, they're safe with her."
"<Name> cries, allowing themselves to mourn those they once cared for."
"The longer they stay in the containment room, the more <name> realizes they may not see their home ever again."
"Is there peace to be found in the arms of death?"
"The room smells like wilted lilies."
"Ode to the Kikimora tends to her injured arm haphazardly. <Name> offers to help, and she agrees."
"Ode to the Kikimora speaks of old friends she has long since left behind, but remarks that <name> helps her feel less alone."
"'Can you miss those you can't even remember anymore?'"
Anyway this disability pride month I would like to shoutout disabled folks whose creativity has suffered because of their condition. I’m talking people with hand tremors and pain that stop them from drawing, knitting, and playing instruments. People whose thinking has become so disorganized that nothing they write makes sense to other people. People with chronic pain who can no longer dance. People so over medicated in a fruitless attempt to maintain stability that the wells of their imagination have run dry.
I see you and I love you. You are more than your creative output. You are not a shell of what you used to be. You are a whole, complete person, regardless of what your creativity has been, is now, or will be in the future.
White people. Mass media. Internet users. Shut the fuck up about "skinwalkers." That's not. Well okay one you're entirely wrong about the concept and two stop co opting indigenous culture into your own "quirky" bullshit fuck you. This also goes for the other thing white people stole from native culture and took it to mean "scary monster 😨" that I'm not saying on account of yknow. Part of the point and the actual thing behind it is that you're not supposed to say the name. And I for one respect my culture I wish other people did too. Treat native cultures with the respect they deserve. Fucker.
just so you know im such a big fan of that drawing you did of toby and mrs lovett at the end of not while im around. (i pull out my phone and look at it like a soldier looking at a photo of his wife, smiling, and putting it back)
hiii audience of one thats very flattering to know. i've said it before but i like that song lots. it's really bittersweet with the sweetness ending as soon as the song does. with everything then on just being bitter. it fills me with the dread lovett starts to feel like "wow this is terrible and useless and everything might be over. but he doesn't have to know that just yet." or something. anyways heres like two drawings i didnt post.
yousharknotpass
origamiaround
ellievsbear
vaporwave
germansingergirl
kaledo-art
