just a guy who writes and yells into a microphone! i mainly post Madcom content. im also an inspiring VA, which you can find @eggdues-voice | deimos is best boi
i like to write, i don’t really do it much anymore, (hoping to change that tho-) and i do shit posts. I also do art. i also do Voice acting on my side blog. Eggdues voice. https://eggdues-voice.tumblr.com/
(NEW): rp blog for funnis https://www.tumblr.com/scourge-of-nevada
the main content you will find here is Madness combat. FNAF if you scroll far enough, and a tiny bit of RWBY
if you got an idea or prompts, send it in!
ALSO: i don’t to NSFW stuff, and uh, yah, that's about it.
(a sorta .EXE duo??)
Crosshair (left) and Lockon (right)
in the very distant future, long after mobius is far dead, a clone of Sonic, named Deadlock, emerges from stasis after a stray satellite crashes into the facility he was held. Deadlock was made to be a spy and infiltrator, with the ability to turn invisible and silent. originally created to infiltrate the Freedom fighters, yet that day never arose.
Deadlock explored the world he was born in. surviving off of scraps he could gather- he found that he was utterly alone on this world. but he learned, learned so much about its history.
but not all was sunshiny, for inside Deadlock, two sides fought amongst themselves, making Deadlock unstable. one a more calm and logical, the other manic and deceitful.
it all came crashing down when he came into contact with a chaos emerald, agonizingly splitting both sides of Deadlock apart- into Crosshair and Lockon. the two fought, with Crosshair retreating into the dead landscapes.
the two would clash again, and again, as Lockon devised a scheme to leave Mobius, and take control of other worlds. but until his plans are realized, Crosshair will stand in his way.
The sound of blood hitting the floor echoed throughout the quiet room of the decaying building he found himself in. Hofnarr’s spazzing and twitching was not as intense as it would be, now more subdued as he rested his back on the broken drywall and concrete.
Drip…
The infected and puss-twined blood ripped from his what was left of the pores of his jaw, and onto the small, steadily growing puddle below.
Drop….
His eyes were still, for once. Not shaking around- scanning the area for danger or for the shadowy faces he saw when he tried to rest.
How long had he.. Been like this. The thought never came to him. Just how long ago had it been since Christoff went up…
Splatter
Hofnarr wretched forward, blood and spittle ejecting from his rotten throat as he laughed, hacking all the while. The drive within his over-expired brain working overtime to keep his sanity present.. Whats left of it anyway.
Years, he guessed. Maybe even a decade or two, but it had been so- so long. As Hofnarr hacked and laughed and nearly threw up his guts again- literally. He blindly reached for his sign, set against the wall next to him. He grabbed for it once, twice, before getting it. Using it as a leverage, the Zed lifted himself up, now shaking and twitching more intensely.
Drip…
Drop…
Dripdrip… drop..
He stood in the ruins of the old warehouse he took refuge in, before spinning his sign around, and strapping it to his back, double checking his mask was secured to the straps he stapled to his head, and then ventured out into the Nevadian night. The sky a deep maroon, fading to black. Hofnarr stumbled outside, before hitting the road again. Back to the.. Tower.
Drip….
Drip… dripdrop..
Dri-drop.
Back to where this whole mess began.. Back to project nexus…
A wild grin came to the remnants of his twisted face, as he laughed and stumbled, nearly tripping. He kept walking toward the direction of the large tower in the far, far distance..
