Two sides of timelines

A RP blog for various versions of WD Gaster and the Riverperson! (some muses were formerly at two-halves-of-a-soul) [square brackets] used around wingdings! mobile links: https://fragmentingtimespace.tumblr.com/post/189118035124/mobile-links

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Reblog if you’re dead

Wanna see how many people are dead

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Dash Commentary

“Coffee is evil and it tastes like sadness–” 

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“hAve you even tried tried coffee?”

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“I have and I will not make the same mistake.”

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“Weird. How do you you function? on lack of sleep. Tiredness. Nonfunctionality?”

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Dash Commentary

“Coffee is evil and it tastes like sadness–” 

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“hAve you even tried tried coffee?”

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it takes ten seconds to tag something and forty five minutes to hours to calm down from a panic attack. think about that for a second 

[thisfeliciasday-deactivated2016]

and totally feel comfortable enough to ask me to tag something that bothers you bc there are so many things that trigger people that i wouldn’t even think about and i’m sorry if i do that but let me know!

[gladosinabox]

Please tell me if you need something tagged. Please please please. I will without any hesitation.

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Please tell me if you need anything tagged!!

[szonklin]

I tag a lot, so one more won’t hurt me, feel free to ask! And yeah, I’ll forget it ometimes, so feel free to remind me, even if you have asked before

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Reblog this if you promise to your RP Partners that they can safely tell you they want to drop a thread without you being rude or manipulative about it

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Brennyn nearly jumps out of their skin at the voice, having been too lost in thought to notice the eyes. As a reaction, they press their hands into their mask before… Calming a bit and dropping their arms.

“I… G-guess but… You n-need a destination to g-get lost, and I don’t really have any place to go.”

They winced at his jump, before slowly blinking. “Apologies. I did not mean to startle.”

“I suppose so, but you can still get lost when you aren’t going anywhere can you not? Being lost is merely not knowing where you are.” Are you getting into a debate now?

“... Do you need a destination? Or a journey?”

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🏤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes (@Fragmentingtimespace)

Eerie Atmospheric plot starters 🏤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes @fragmentingtimespace

Exploring was something that was constantly on Magic’s mind, them making sure, however, Martin stays close where ever they go. It’s just safer that way. The two exploring on their own often drew eyes, but it was easy to get adults to leave them alone…

This however, was different. While traveling, Magic stumbled across this house, excited by the thought of going into an old abandoned house, seeing how things were before it was left to rot. They didn’t know the universe, nor the time period, hell, the area around them didn’t mean much to them either, they just wanted to go on adventures.

Martin, on the other hand, was exceptionally cautious. He’d never been overly superstitious, but this was just begging for trouble. Though, try as he might, he couldn’t convince Magic to abandoned this… He clung tight to his “sibling”’s arm as they stepped forward, gently pushing on the rotting door as is slowly slides open with a long, echoing creeeeeeeeeak. Surely a good sign. Without hesitation, Magic walked in, dragging Martin with them.

Immediately, things felt wrong. Creaks and shifts deeper into the house and upstairs hinted that someone was still around, Martin gripping tighter to Magic’s arm, shaking. The invasive cold chill that hug in the air was burrowing deep, even into Magic, who had the advantage of magical heat. They couldn’t image how cold Martin was…

Magic turned their masked covered face to different areas, noting silently that the door closed behind them… They notice a shadow moving… Just barely out of their sight… Hm…

“H-Hello? Wh-Who’s there!?” They called out, vines wrapping around their arms… 

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a-vxiding-the-situation

Magic patiently waits for him to snap back into attention as he thinks, before humming.

“I-I suppose i-it is. I-I’ve never looked at v-video game code b-before.”

Magic you very well could have ended up waiting a while for that fool to think.

“I could show you. Maybe. Possibly. It’s uncertain. Are the files corrupted?” That last bit seems to be to nobody in particular. 

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@fragmentingtimespace Rebloged for a Brennyn starter!

It was very rare that Brennyn was by them self. They didn’t want to leave Martin by himself, defenseless, and also simply felt better being near Martin. But, with the near escape of Chaos… They didn’t want to risk being near him in fear of hurting him…

So They’re was wandering, not sure what universe they’ve stumbled into, or how potentially dangerous it was for a vaguely human looking child to be here.

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Ah, but fortunately, they happen to have met a friendly gaze. A fellow in the shadows watching them. It’s unclear who quite yet, and the watched feeling the gaze gives lasts for a couple minutes, the being deciding whether to approach or not.

Then, a voice out of the shadows, accompanied by cyan eyes, the colour of echo flowers peering out at Brennyn.

“Tra la la. Are you lost?”

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🏤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes (@Fragmentingtimespace)

Eerie Atmospheric plot starters 🏤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes @fragmentingtimespace

Exploring was something that was constantly on Magic’s mind, them making sure, however, Martin stays close where ever they go. It’s just safer that way. The two exploring on their own often drew eyes, but it was easy to get adults to leave them alone…

This however, was different. While traveling, Magic stumbled across this house, excited by the thought of going into an old abandoned house, seeing how things were before it was left to rot. They didn’t know the universe, nor the time period, hell, the area around them didn’t mean much to them either, they just wanted to go on adventures.

Martin, on the other hand, was exceptionally cautious. He’d never been overly superstitious, but this was just begging for trouble. Though, try as he might, he couldn’t convince Magic to abandoned this… He clung tight to his “sibling”’s arm as they stepped forward, gently pushing on the rotting door as is slowly slides open with a long, echoing creeeeeeeeeak. Surely a good sign. Without hesitation, Magic walked in, dragging Martin with them.

Immediately, things felt wrong. Creaks and shifts deeper into the house and upstairs hinted that someone was still around, Martin gripping tighter to Magic’s arm, shaking. The invasive cold chill that hug in the air was burrowing deep, even into Magic, who had the advantage of magical heat. They couldn’t image how cold Martin was…

Magic turned their masked covered face to different areas, noting silently that the door closed behind them… They notice a shadow moving… Just barely out of their sight… Hm…

“H-Hello? Wh-Who’s there!?” They called out, vines wrapping around their arms… 

[fragmentingtimespace]

a-vxiding-the-situation

“I-I didn’t know you c-could look directly i-into the universe’s code. I mean. N-Not unless you’re top t-tier g-god or somethin…” Magic hums. Ah. They’re not bothered. Martin, meanwhile, is very bothered.

“Ehh depends on the world. Also how dead you are! Maybe?” He looks utterly confused and makes another thinking face, going cross-eyed as he’s quiet for at LEAST a minute. 

Then the glitches and startles himself, jolting him out of his thoughts. “It’s easier to look at game code. Which is different from the code here!” 

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Because I love them, 

like/ reblog for A starter with Brennyn (and likely Martin)

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🏤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes (@Fragmentingtimespace)

Eerie Atmospheric plot starters 🏤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes @fragmentingtimespace

Exploring was something that was constantly on Magic’s mind, them making sure, however, Martin stays close where ever they go. It’s just safer that way. The two exploring on their own often drew eyes, but it was easy to get adults to leave them alone…

This however, was different. While traveling, Magic stumbled across this house, excited by the thought of going into an old abandoned house, seeing how things were before it was left to rot. They didn’t know the universe, nor the time period, hell, the area around them didn’t mean much to them either, they just wanted to go on adventures.

Martin, on the other hand, was exceptionally cautious. He’d never been overly superstitious, but this was just begging for trouble. Though, try as he might, he couldn’t convince Magic to abandoned this… He clung tight to his “sibling”’s arm as they stepped forward, gently pushing on the rotting door as is slowly slides open with a long, echoing creeeeeeeeeak. Surely a good sign. Without hesitation, Magic walked in, dragging Martin with them.

Immediately, things felt wrong. Creaks and shifts deeper into the house and upstairs hinted that someone was still around, Martin gripping tighter to Magic’s arm, shaking. The invasive cold chill that hug in the air was burrowing deep, even into Magic, who had the advantage of magical heat. They couldn’t image how cold Martin was…

Magic turned their masked covered face to different areas, noting silently that the door closed behind them… They notice a shadow moving… Just barely out of their sight… Hm…

“H-Hello? Wh-Who’s there!?” They called out, vines wrapping around their arms… 

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a-vxiding-the-situation

Magic nods along thoughtful… Hmm, seems like a feasible experiment. Take something and move it out of it’s natural state to see how it handles. Of course, nothing alive…

“Y-You… Keep mentioning c-code, can you be a b-bit more clear on that?”

His grin seems to grow wider, the corners going beyond the boundaries of his face. White... Pupils? Something like that, flickering briefly in his eyes. “Code! You know, like used to program things. The building blocks of the game of life.” He makes a thinking gesture “It’s hard to see, unless you really look.”

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🏤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes (@Fragmentingtimespace)

Eerie Atmospheric plot starters 🏤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes @fragmentingtimespace

Exploring was something that was constantly on Magic’s mind, them making sure, however, Martin stays close where ever they go. It’s just safer that way. The two exploring on their own often drew eyes, but it was easy to get adults to leave them alone…

This however, was different. While traveling, Magic stumbled across this house, excited by the thought of going into an old abandoned house, seeing how things were before it was left to rot. They didn’t know the universe, nor the time period, hell, the area around them didn’t mean much to them either, they just wanted to go on adventures.

Martin, on the other hand, was exceptionally cautious. He’d never been overly superstitious, but this was just begging for trouble. Though, try as he might, he couldn’t convince Magic to abandoned this… He clung tight to his “sibling”’s arm as they stepped forward, gently pushing on the rotting door as is slowly slides open with a long, echoing creeeeeeeeeak. Surely a good sign. Without hesitation, Magic walked in, dragging Martin with them.

Immediately, things felt wrong. Creaks and shifts deeper into the house and upstairs hinted that someone was still around, Martin gripping tighter to Magic’s arm, shaking. The invasive cold chill that hug in the air was burrowing deep, even into Magic, who had the advantage of magical heat. They couldn’t image how cold Martin was…

Magic turned their masked covered face to different areas, noting silently that the door closed behind them… They notice a shadow moving… Just barely out of their sight… Hm…

“H-Hello? Wh-Who’s there!?” They called out, vines wrapping around their arms… 

[fragmentingtimespace]

a-vxiding-the-situation

“N-No no, why t-the house? C-Can I have d-details pl-please?” Maybe if it’s scientific, Martin’ll relax a little, who knows! Magic is trying. “Like wh-what it’s standing up a-against, where th-the idea came f-from, the hypothesis?”

“Oh!“ He nods. “It’s seeing if code can last outside it’s home code. And seeing what will touch it. Better dead wood than something alive.” He chuckles a bit. What’s so funny?

“It has to stand up against the elements, rain, wind, snow, rain, storms, all that. The wildlife, termits and people and the the like. Natural degradation of being potentially incompatible. Lots really. It’s standing up far better than they thought it would, but worse than I hoped. But then again there’s no clock here.” 

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🏤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes (@Fragmentingtimespace)

Eerie Atmospheric plot starters 🏤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes @fragmentingtimespace

Exploring was something that was constantly on Magic’s mind, them making sure, however, Martin stays close where ever they go. It’s just safer that way. The two exploring on their own often drew eyes, but it was easy to get adults to leave them alone…

This however, was different. While traveling, Magic stumbled across this house, excited by the thought of going into an old abandoned house, seeing how things were before it was left to rot. They didn’t know the universe, nor the time period, hell, the area around them didn’t mean much to them either, they just wanted to go on adventures.

Martin, on the other hand, was exceptionally cautious. He’d never been overly superstitious, but this was just begging for trouble. Though, try as he might, he couldn’t convince Magic to abandoned this… He clung tight to his “sibling”’s arm as they stepped forward, gently pushing on the rotting door as is slowly slides open with a long, echoing creeeeeeeeeak. Surely a good sign. Without hesitation, Magic walked in, dragging Martin with them.

Immediately, things felt wrong. Creaks and shifts deeper into the house and upstairs hinted that someone was still around, Martin gripping tighter to Magic’s arm, shaking. The invasive cold chill that hug in the air was burrowing deep, even into Magic, who had the advantage of magical heat. They couldn’t image how cold Martin was…

Magic turned their masked covered face to different areas, noting silently that the door closed behind them… They notice a shadow moving… Just barely out of their sight… Hm…

“H-Hello? Wh-Who’s there!?” They called out, vines wrapping around their arms… 

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a-vxiding-the-situation

Martin’s attention is snapped to the glitching of the house, eyes wide, while Magic quirks a brow, still confused.

“W-What even was the experiment in the first place?” They question, just holding Martin’s hand to calm him down.

It seems to be a similar thing to the glitching of “knight” before. Not much to worry about, he just seems to... disrupt it.

“The house?” that’s not what he meaaant you idiot “The experiment was the house. Seeing how it would stand up.” That is really not a good explanation.

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🏤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes (@Fragmentingtimespace)

Eerie Atmospheric plot starters 🏤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes @fragmentingtimespace

Exploring was something that was constantly on Magic’s mind, them making sure, however, Martin stays close where ever they go. It’s just safer that way. The two exploring on their own often drew eyes, but it was easy to get adults to leave them alone…

This however, was different. While traveling, Magic stumbled across this house, excited by the thought of going into an old abandoned house, seeing how things were before it was left to rot. They didn’t know the universe, nor the time period, hell, the area around them didn’t mean much to them either, they just wanted to go on adventures.

Martin, on the other hand, was exceptionally cautious. He’d never been overly superstitious, but this was just begging for trouble. Though, try as he might, he couldn’t convince Magic to abandoned this… He clung tight to his “sibling”’s arm as they stepped forward, gently pushing on the rotting door as is slowly slides open with a long, echoing creeeeeeeeeak. Surely a good sign. Without hesitation, Magic walked in, dragging Martin with them.

Immediately, things felt wrong. Creaks and shifts deeper into the house and upstairs hinted that someone was still around, Martin gripping tighter to Magic’s arm, shaking. The invasive cold chill that hug in the air was burrowing deep, even into Magic, who had the advantage of magical heat. They couldn’t image how cold Martin was…

Magic turned their masked covered face to different areas, noting silently that the door closed behind them… They notice a shadow moving… Just barely out of their sight… Hm…

“H-Hello? Wh-Who’s there!?” They called out, vines wrapping around their arms… 

[fragmentingtimespace]

a-vxiding-the-situation

“C-Code…?” Magic found themselves mimicking, mildly nothing that their shared stutter with Martin sort of sounded like glitching in it a sense. Despite being inclined towards many languages, Magic didn’t bother listening in to the muttering, or trying to wrap their head around the name.

“K-Knight…? K-Kinda both really. S-See, it’s good for M-Martin to get out some, s-so I figured exploring would be good, and th-this place seemed empty and s-so we came in out of c-curiousity.” Magic then nodded, content with that explanation.

“…W…W-Why are you…. ch-checking up on th-this place…?” Martin finally speaks up, nervously asking the question in a quiet, barely audible voice.

“Code” He nods, not explaining it at all. It’s probably better magic didn’t listen to the gibberish really, because half of it wasn’t even words, it was just... disjointed nonsense really. “Indeed! Knight!” 

He nods in understanding “Ah ha! Good reasons.” Because exploring an old place that even plants won’t touch is totally a good idea.

“Getting out, seeing if it’s still standing, finding out how it stands!” He elbows the wall, causing it to glitch out a bit, rippling for a bit into the rest of the building. There is now a hole in the wall. “I think termites like it. Or the elements. Good to know. Experiment does not stand.”

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🏤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes (@Fragmentingtimespace)

Eerie Atmospheric plot starters 🏤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes @fragmentingtimespace

Exploring was something that was constantly on Magic’s mind, them making sure, however, Martin stays close where ever they go. It’s just safer that way. The two exploring on their own often drew eyes, but it was easy to get adults to leave them alone…

This however, was different. While traveling, Magic stumbled across this house, excited by the thought of going into an old abandoned house, seeing how things were before it was left to rot. They didn’t know the universe, nor the time period, hell, the area around them didn’t mean much to them either, they just wanted to go on adventures.

Martin, on the other hand, was exceptionally cautious. He’d never been overly superstitious, but this was just begging for trouble. Though, try as he might, he couldn’t convince Magic to abandoned this… He clung tight to his “sibling”’s arm as they stepped forward, gently pushing on the rotting door as is slowly slides open with a long, echoing creeeeeeeeeak. Surely a good sign. Without hesitation, Magic walked in, dragging Martin with them.

Immediately, things felt wrong. Creaks and shifts deeper into the house and upstairs hinted that someone was still around, Martin gripping tighter to Magic’s arm, shaking. The invasive cold chill that hug in the air was burrowing deep, even into Magic, who had the advantage of magical heat. They couldn’t image how cold Martin was…

Magic turned their masked covered face to different areas, noting silently that the door closed behind them… They notice a shadow moving… Just barely out of their sight… Hm…

“H-Hello? Wh-Who’s there!?” They called out, vines wrapping around their arms… 

[fragmentingtimespace]

a-vxiding-the-situation

It was instinctual for Magic to push Martin a little behind themselves protectively, wings tucked close to their back as they stared at the stranger… He… Seemed friendly, if not a little odd, but Magic, for Martin’s sake, continued to be on the cautious side, and not shake the beings hand, even if they found it rude.

“…I-I’m Magic, a-and that’s M-Martin. S-Sorry if w-we were intruding…” They mumbled, frowning from under their paper mask. One thing seemed to stick. Brave, but not wise, not even the plants… Magic would have to ask them why… If they could get out to talk to the plants…

Martin was shaking, both cold and scared, cowering behind his “sibling.” He didn’t like this, the hairs on the back of his neck practically standing on end. He tugged on Magic’s sleeve, wanting to leave.

He dropped his hand when it wasn’t shook. “Not one for touch? Per-perfectly fine!” He glitches briefly in the middle of a word (as does a bit of the house), causing him to repeat it slightly. Following that, he mutters something to himself that sounds like... Honestly utter gibberish and garbled letters, before repeating, more cautiously “It is perfectly fine.” He seems delighted at the fact he managed to do it without the glitch in the middle of the words.

“No intrusion at all! Nobody lives here. Isn’t really livable in the first place really. Old code. like aforementioned, Just checking in on it. I can go if you need. Almost finished anyways.” That last bit seems to be a remark more to himself.   

“What brought you two here anyways? Curiosity? Adventure?” He seems eager to talk, not noticing that he’s kiiind of scary. “Oh I didn’t give you my name- It’s” He seems to say something, but it’s hard to tell what it was. “Some call me the knight though!”

[fragmentingtimespace]

They finally meet

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theparasitefam

Ayyyy, fingerguns- Rubiks fingergunning back then. Sweet, one point.“ One point to himself, at least. He should! That sounds. Relatively important. "Ah… Nah, brah. I’m p neutral to em.” He shrugged. “Dey’re colorful and p easy ta mess wit tho.” That’s about as much as he thought, really. Video games are where it’s at.

“Indeed!” Fallen you didn’t need to say that to that. 

“Then did someone else think you were like a rubiks cube then?” Because yanno, colourful clothing and all that. Though I wouldn’t compare rubiks cubes to be as fashionable as Rubiks himself’s attire. Fallen has gotten mostly distracted from buying soup at this point. But hey! He’s being cheerful and having a nice conversation with one of galaxy’s friends!

[avoidingthesituationarchive]

🏤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes (@Fragmentingtimespace)

Eerie Atmospheric plot starters 🏤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes @fragmentingtimespace

Exploring was something that was constantly on Magic’s mind, them making sure, however, Martin stays close where ever they go. It’s just safer that way. The two exploring on their own often drew eyes, but it was easy to get adults to leave them alone…

This however, was different. While traveling, Magic stumbled across this house, excited by the thought of going into an old abandoned house, seeing how things were before it was left to rot. They didn’t know the universe, nor the time period, hell, the area around them didn’t mean much to them either, they just wanted to go on adventures.

Martin, on the other hand, was exceptionally cautious. He’d never been overly superstitious, but this was just begging for trouble. Though, try as he might, he couldn’t convince Magic to abandoned this… He clung tight to his “sibling”’s arm as they stepped forward, gently pushing on the rotting door as is slowly slides open with a long, echoing creeeeeeeeeak. Surely a good sign. Without hesitation, Magic walked in, dragging Martin with them.

Immediately, things felt wrong. Creaks and shifts deeper into the house and upstairs hinted that someone was still around, Martin gripping tighter to Magic’s arm, shaking. The invasive cold chill that hug in the air was burrowing deep, even into Magic, who had the advantage of magical heat. They couldn’t image how cold Martin was…

Magic turned their masked covered face to different areas, noting silently that the door closed behind them… They notice a shadow moving… Just barely out of their sight… Hm…

“H-Hello? Wh-Who’s there!?” They called out, vines wrapping around their arms… 

[fragmentingtimespace]

The house was a fairly simple place. A bit of a funny shape for it’s foundations, and it was in poor state, but the plants didn’t seem keen to overtake it. The furnishing was sparse, merely plain wood other than a patchy rag rug under some of the furniture, oh, and there was a torn picture featuring three figures. Not much to talk about really. Some of the furniture had clearly been smashed by some rowdy passerby or something, and nobody had bothered to fix it yet. “Well that door is rusty. It needs oiling certainly. The hinges creak like it’s some sort of doom house.” It sounds like three people speaking in turn, the effect only made odd by the switching back to the second voice for the words “doom house.” One of the speakers sounds female, one was hard to guess, and one sounded like a text to speech app. Their tones varied wildly, but none of them sounded angry at least? “Though I suppose the whole place has really gone to pieces. Broken down. Like the chair! Hee hee. Oh they would like that one.” Did the voices just laugh at their own horrible joke? They have no taste.

The area of the shadows seems to glitch a bit as a figure steps out of them, draped in some ragged fabric, about as patchy as the house, the way it was attached blocked from view buy a bandana, white, in pristine condition compared to the... I suppose it’s a cloak? The loose ends from the knot seem to be able to move on their own, twitching up and around. How odd. 

Probably the strangest part was the... thing. ‘s face. It was completely white, marred with a pair of... markings? Scars? Cracks? It’s unclear. Coming from two black voids of eyes. It doesn’t have a nose, but it does have a smile that reaches far to wide, yet doesn’t reach it’s eyes. 

“Greetings. Hello! How are you? I was just checking, looking, peeking in on an old project. Sorry state. Broken down.” This... Person. Seems to be the source of all the different voices. More getting thrown in as he speaks. 

“Didn’t expect to see anyone here. Didn’t know anyone could find it. It’s probably fine. Absolutely peachy.” Why does he keep repeating different words with a similar meaning? We’ll never know. He seems to only notice the fact there’s two of them  “Two people. Persons. Not quite human? Something else. Siblings? Or merely similar friends. Very brave. Perhaps not the wisest. Even the plants. Nevermind the plants. Hello again.”

He walks forwards, the house seeming to glitch around him as he disappears from sight and reappears a lot closer, holding out a hand. “Pleased to meet you. Good to see you. What would be your names? Name? Calling cards...” He seems to get lost in thought briefly before snapping back out of it. The area he was in is no longer quite so dark.