//im gonna make a more detailed intro post eventually but for now have their design and a bit of lore. Don't mind any inconsistencies ok.. They don't exist 🤫🤫🤫
TAG LIST!!! BECAUSE I FORGOT TO ADD IT
🍟 anon or french fry anon //General blog tag
Fries can talk? //In character stuff
Order up! //Interaction stuff (includes RP)
News report //ooc, usually used as a barrier in the tags, with an arrow indicating which tags are ooc
Closing time! //End of RP/interaction chain
Welcome to the parlor! //New person in ask box
Will you be having the usual? //Reoccurring askers
How are fries made? //Lore
Doodling on my notepad because I'm BORED! //Art
//That should be all for now, but I'll add more if needed
⚠️PROCEED WITH CAUTION IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THE FOLLOWING ⚠️
Healed scars
Moderately detailed description of injury
Mentions of drowning
Disfigured faces
Don't mind the double lineart ok.. I kinda messed up but I can't be bothered to fix it..
LORE TIME!!
So, anons are a species of sorts, and a few reside in Robloxia. Think Guests but they can talk. An anon gets their tag based on either their main gimmick, their favorite thing, or what they spend most of their time doing. Of course, you can change your tag, but it's very looked down upon. Anons have a very comical ability thanks to their heritage; they become entirely unidentifiable just by putting on a pair of sunglasses, Perry the platypus style. Anons have rather sensitive eyes, so they almost always have shades on, hence why their tag is usually the only form of identification.
Fry works at Gubby's Parlor, an ice cream parlor that's rivals with Builder Brother's Pizzeria. The founders had beef, and both sides are in too deep to let go. The parlor is most well known for its large variety of frozen treats, but more so its fries. Their fries are made to be crunchier than usual, to prevent sogginess if you decide to dip them in your ice cream. They also serve fried ice cream. As you could probably guess, Fry operates everything related to frying things. They spend most of their time making french fries, though, and always carry extra to hand out. They're a star employee, as nobody seems to be able to make the fries like they can. However, one day they decided to try working with roller skates on. What could go wrong? Well, a lot. They were cruising along, before tripping on a stray cup, and flying face-first into the frying oil, practically melting the right side of their face. Thankfully, they made it out alive, but not without a cost. Their right eye unfortunately couldn't be saved, and they couldn't afford to try any other operations that might not even work, like skin grafts. With what money they had left, they brought a prosthetic eye to wear to work, both for avoiding questions, and to avoid their eye socket getting infected. Occasionally, they get teleported to random locations, always landing face first on the ground. Somehow, they don't sustain any injuries, and their sunglasses don't break.
I FORGOT TO ADD THIS, but they ironically enough died from drowning in the Forsaken universe. Their depth perception is really bad due to only having one eye, so they misjudged how deep underwater they were, and couldn't come up for air in time. They were greatly missed, especially by the regulars at the parlor. Their photo hangs on the wall, with a plaque that says “In loving memory” and a bit more text explaining stuff about them, their life, and how they're still missed to this day.
[Fry runs up to Muffle with a piece of paper in hand, tapping her very politely on the shoulder to get her attention.]
“Ms. Scarf lady! Hi! You were.. Um.. Very nice, earlier, so I.. Uh.. Drew you! Look! Look!”
[They hold up the paper to show a very rough-looking drawing of Muffle, with "nice scarf lady" and "soo cool!" scribbled off to the side. It definitely wasn't the best drawing, but considering their poor depth perception due to lacking an eye, it was well made.]
“Do you like it? :D”
//heh.. Excuse to draw Muffle (very poorly) without thinking so hard about it I lose motivation
H-Hey kiddo wait a minute-! Uh- Muffle is uhm...very poorly right now and she's trying to get some rest, b-but I can show her the drawing for you when she's awake!
“Oh... I'll.. Um.. Okay! When she wakes up, tell her that these are courtesy of Fry!”
[Fry runs over to their carrier case, and pulls out a smaller box, which was filled with ice, and a few frozen treats from the parlor, including their signature fried ice cream. They attempted to hand it to Elliot, missing his hands by an entire foot because their depth perception is ASS.]
“And I thiiink... If I'm not wrong.. I should have a few....”
[They search their pockets, before pulling out a singular yellow rose— they always kept a few on hand, since yellow roses are their personal favorite. The fact that they symbolize friendship was just a neat little bonus.]
“..or just one? But I think she needs this more than I do.”
[A strange looking individual fell out of the sky, landing on their face with a loud "THUD!"]
“I HEARD WE'RE GIVING OUT FOOD? DOES ANYONE WANT FRIES?”
[They scramble to their feet rather frantically, stumbling due to the GIGANTIC BOX strapped to their back, which they take off and place on the ground. They remove the lid, revealing multiple boxes of presumably french fries.]
[They scanned the small crowd, looking for a familiar face, before locking eyes... well. Eye. With Elliot, immediately recognizing him as a worker from Builder Brother's. He was... That was the owner's son, right? No way they'd ended up in the same place. Wherever this place is. The (probably one-sided) tension was very evident.]
[They seemed a bit relieved that the tension was only one-sided, taking off their sunglasses due to how dark it was in this place. Suddenly, Elliot recognized them. That was the fry cook from Gubby's Parlor! What was their name... Fry? The one that fell into the hot oil and ended up on the news? Yeah... That had to be!]
“Oh, yes, I'm very aware. Here are your fries!”
[They take a box of fries out of the carrying box on their back, handing one to everyone but Chance since he hadn't asked for any. The boxes had the same color palette as their uniform, with the parlor's logo on the lid.]
“Where... Where am I, anyways? Is this heaven? Am I.. dead? What happens around here? Are there other people around?”
[They began rapid-firing questions, looking around the area to get a feeling for their surroundings. This place felt oddly familiar, but they couldn't put their finger on it. Many other survivors said the same thing when they ended up here. Deja vú is very common upon arrival.]
*The survivors turn to look at each other silently*
...not it.
Not it either!
Not it.
I'm not doing it-
Damnit!
*Elliot sighs*
Okay so you're not in heaven, you're in hell actually, you might be dead? It depends how you got here. We basically get put into lethal games of cat and mouse daily and the others are probably getting ready for said roundd
And before you ask, no you can't escape otherwise we would've left months ago
[They... Definitely aren't taking any of this pleasantly.]
//Translation: "I'm in super hell and my cat is never gonna see me again holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck HOLY FUCK THIS CANNOT BE REAL I'M DREAMING I'M ASLEEP WAKE UP FRY IT'S TIME FOR WORK"
//also don't mind the color changes, tumblr is being weird :p
Hey hey...listen to me...it's not as bad as it sounds, I promise, and I'm confident there's a way out...just take a few deep breaths and...think of something you like...something calming...
[They whined, putting the lid back on the box and kneeling down with their face on the box, sobbing pathetically about their "poor little baby"]
“MY POORLIITTLE BABY... SHE'S GONNA MISS ME SO MUCH.. OUFGGHG.H.G.G RUBY ROSE PLEASE SURVIVE UNTIL SOMEONE FINDS MY HOUSE.. MMY BABY IS ALL ALONE OHMY GOD..”
[They didn't seem to be thinking straight. Reasonably so, given all the information they'd just gotten all at once.]
[A strange looking individual fell out of the sky, landing on their face with a loud "THUD!"]
“I HEARD WE'RE GIVING OUT FOOD? DOES ANYONE WANT FRIES?”
[They scramble to their feet rather frantically, stumbling due to the GIGANTIC BOX strapped to their back, which they take off and place on the ground. They remove the lid, revealing multiple boxes of presumably french fries.]
[They scanned the small crowd, looking for a familiar face, before locking eyes... well. Eye. With Elliot, immediately recognizing him as a worker from Builder Brother's. He was... That was the owner's son, right? No way they'd ended up in the same place. Wherever this place is. The (probably one-sided) tension was very evident.]
[They seemed a bit relieved that the tension was only one-sided, taking off their sunglasses due to how dark it was in this place. Suddenly, Elliot recognized them. That was the fry cook from Gubby's Parlor! What was their name... Fry? The one that fell into the hot oil and ended up on the news? Yeah... That had to be!]
“Oh, yes, I'm very aware. Here are your fries!”
[They take a box of fries out of the carrying box on their back, handing one to everyone but Chance since he hadn't asked for any. The boxes had the same color palette as their uniform, with the parlor's logo on the lid.]
“Where... Where am I, anyways? Is this heaven? Am I.. dead? What happens around here? Are there other people around?”
[They began rapid-firing questions, looking around the area to get a feeling for their surroundings. This place felt oddly familiar, but they couldn't put their finger on it. Many other survivors said the same thing when they ended up here. Deja vú is very common upon arrival.]
*The survivors turn to look at each other silently*
...not it.
Not it either!
Not it.
I'm not doing it-
Damnit!
*Elliot sighs*
Okay so you're not in heaven, you're in hell actually, you might be dead? It depends how you got here. We basically get put into lethal games of cat and mouse daily and the others are probably getting ready for said roundd
And before you ask, no you can't escape otherwise we would've left months ago
[They... Definitely aren't taking any of this pleasantly.]
//Translation: "I'm in super hell and my cat is never gonna see me again holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck HOLY FUCK THIS CANNOT BE REAL I'M DREAMING I'M ASLEEP WAKE UP FRY IT'S TIME FOR WORK"
//also don't mind the color changes, tumblr is being weird :p
[A strange looking individual fell out of the sky, landing on their face with a loud "THUD!"]
“I HEARD WE'RE GIVING OUT FOOD? DOES ANYONE WANT FRIES?”
[They scramble to their feet rather frantically, stumbling due to the GIGANTIC BOX strapped to their back, which they take off and place on the ground. They remove the lid, revealing multiple boxes of presumably french fries.]
[They scanned the small crowd, looking for a familiar face, before locking eyes... well. Eye. With Elliot, immediately recognizing him as a worker from Builder Brother's. He was... That was the owner's son, right? No way they'd ended up in the same place. Wherever this place is. The (probably one-sided) tension was very evident.]
[They seemed a bit relieved that the tension was only one-sided, taking off their sunglasses due to how dark it was in this place. Suddenly, Elliot recognized them. That was the fry cook from Gubby's Parlor! What was their name... Fry? The one that fell into the hot oil and ended up on the news? Yeah... That had to be!]
“Oh, yes, I'm very aware. Here are your fries!”
[They take a box of fries out of the carrying box on their back, handing one to everyone but Chance since he hadn't asked for any. The boxes had the same color palette as their uniform, with the parlor's logo on the lid.]
“Where... Where am I, anyways? Is this heaven? Am I.. dead? What happens around here? Are there other people around?”
[They began rapid-firing questions, looking around the area to get a feeling for their surroundings. This place felt oddly familiar, but they couldn't put their finger on it. Many other survivors said the same thing when they ended up here. Deja vú is very common upon arrival.]
*The survivors turn to look at each other silently*
...not it.
Not it either!
Not it.
I'm not doing it-
Damnit!
*Elliot sighs*
Okay so you're not in heaven, you're in hell actually, you might be dead? It depends how you got here. We basically get put into lethal games of cat and mouse daily and the others are probably getting ready for said roundd
And before you ask, no you can't escape otherwise we would've left months ago
[A strange looking individual fell out of the sky, landing on their face with a loud "THUD!"]
“I HEARD WE'RE GIVING OUT FOOD? DOES ANYONE WANT FRIES?”
[They scramble to their feet rather frantically, stumbling due to the GIGANTIC BOX strapped to their back, which they take off and place on the ground. They remove the lid, revealing multiple boxes of presumably french fries.]
[They scanned the small crowd, looking for a familiar face, before locking eyes... well. Eye. With Elliot, immediately recognizing him as a worker from Builder Brother's. He was... That was the owner's son, right? No way they'd ended up in the same place. Wherever this place is. The (probably one-sided) tension was very evident.]
[They seemed a bit relieved that the tension was only one-sided, taking off their sunglasses due to how dark it was in this place. Suddenly, Elliot recognized them. That was the fry cook from Gubby's Parlor! What was their name... Fry? The one that fell into the hot oil and ended up on the news? Yeah... That had to be!]
“Oh, yes, I'm very aware. Here are your fries!”
[They take a box of fries out of the carrying box on their back, handing one to everyone but Chance since he hadn't asked for any. The boxes had the same color palette as their uniform, with the parlor's logo on the lid.]
“Where... Where am I, anyways? Is this heaven? Am I.. dead? What happens around here? Are there other people around?”
[They began rapid-firing questions, looking around the area to get a feeling for their surroundings. This place felt oddly familiar, but they couldn't put their finger on it. Many other survivors said the same thing when they ended up here. Deja vú is very common upon arrival.]
[A strange looking individual fell out of the sky, landing on their face with a loud "THUD!"]
“I HEARD WE'RE GIVING OUT FOOD? DOES ANYONE WANT FRIES?”
[They scramble to their feet rather frantically, stumbling due to the GIGANTIC BOX strapped to their back, which they take off and place on the ground. They remove the lid, revealing multiple boxes of presumably french fries.]
[They scanned the small crowd, looking for a familiar face, before locking eyes... well. Eye. With Elliot, immediately recognizing him as a worker from Builder Brother's. He was... That was the owner's son, right? No way they'd ended up in the same place. Wherever this place is. The (probably one-sided) tension was very evident.]
[They seemed a bit relieved that the tension was only one-sided, taking off their sunglasses due to how dark it was in this place. Suddenly, Elliot recognized them. That was the fry cook from Gubby's Parlor! What was their name... Fry? The one that fell into the hot oil and ended up on the news? Yeah... That had to be!]
“Oh, yes, I'm very aware. Here are your fries!”
[They take a box of fries out of the carrying box on their back, handing one to everyone but Chance since he hadn't asked for any. The boxes had the same color palette as their uniform, with the parlor's logo on the lid.]
//im gonna make a more detailed intro post eventually but for now have their design and a bit of lore. Don't mind any inconsistencies ok.. They don't exist 🤫🤫🤫
⚠️PROCEED WITH CAUTION IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THE FOLLOWING ⚠️
Healed scars
Moderately detailed description of injury
Mentions of drowning
Disfigured faces
Don't mind the double lineart ok.. I kinda messed up but I can't be bothered to fix it..
LORE TIME!!
So, anons are a species of sorts, and a few reside in Robloxia. Think Guests but they can talk. An anon gets their tag based on either their main gimmick, their favorite thing, or what they spend most of their time doing. Of course, you can change your tag, but it's very looked down upon. Anons have a very comical ability thanks to their heritage; they become entirely unidentifiable just by putting on a pair of sunglasses, Perry the platypus style. Anons have rather sensitive eyes, so they almost always have shades on, hence why their tag is usually the only form of identification.
Fry works at Gubby's Parlor, an ice cream parlor that's rivals with Builder Brother's Pizzeria. The founders had beef, and both sides are in too deep to let go. The parlor is most well known for its large variety of frozen treats, but more so its fries. Their fries are made to be crunchier than usual, to prevent sogginess if you decide to dip them in your ice cream. They also serve fried ice cream. As you could probably guess, Fry operates everything related to frying things. They spend most of their time making french fries, though, and always carry extra to hand out. They're a star employee, as nobody seems to be able to make the fries like they can. However, one day they decided to try working with roller skates on. What could go wrong? Well, a lot. They were cruising along, before tripping on a stray cup, and flying face-first into the frying oil, practically melting the right side of their face. Thankfully, they made it out alive, but not without a cost. Their right eye unfortunately couldn't be saved, and they couldn't afford to try any other operations that might not even work, like skin grafts. With what money they had left, they brought a prosthetic eye to wear to work, both for avoiding questions, and to avoid their eye socket getting infected. Occasionally, they get teleported to random locations, always landing face first on the ground. Somehow, they don't sustain any injuries, and their sunglasses don't break.
[A strange looking individual fell out of the sky, landing on their face with a loud "THUD!"]
“I HEARD WE'RE GIVING OUT FOOD? DOES ANYONE WANT FRIES?”
[They scramble to their feet rather frantically, stumbling due to the GIGANTIC BOX strapped to their back, which they take off and place on the ground. They remove the lid, revealing multiple boxes of presumably french fries.]
[They scanned the small crowd, looking for a familiar face, before locking eyes... well. Eye. With Elliot, immediately recognizing him as a worker from Builder Brother's. He was... That was the owner's son, right? No way they'd ended up in the same place. Wherever this place is. The (probably one-sided) tension was very evident.]
