"What Is Even Happening Anymore."

Meet Johanna Abbot, a short tempered woman with issues and a guitar. Lotsa weird shit happens in this studio and in her life in general. [Asks: Open] [Game Era Asks: Open] [RPs: Open]

[johannaabbot]

"Hello!!" "Monoko, you can't just go yelling hi to everyone you see, they're working- Oh, excuse us. We're new here and my sister is a little...hyperactive.." - monoe and monoko

Johanna looked over from her desk, “Oh? Hello? Don’t worry. I got a brother like her, so don’t worry too much.” She smiled a bit, “....Whats your names?”

[love-is-blacknwhite]

*Monoe relaxes, and smiles slightly.*

I'm Monoe, and this is my little sister Monoko.

"Hi!!"

*the aforementioned Monoko waves enthusiastically with a big smile on her face.*

[johannaabbot]

Johanna smiled and turned her chair around in order to look at them more, “Well hello to you too! What are you guys doin in this old studio??”

[johannaabbot]

"Hello!!" "Monoko, you can't just go yelling hi to everyone you see, they're working- Oh, excuse us. We're new here and my sister is a little...hyperactive.." - monoe and monoko

Johanna looked over from her desk, “Oh? Hello? Don’t worry. I got a brother like her, so don’t worry too much.” She smiled a bit, “....Whats your names?”

[johannaabbot]

"Helloooo!!" (oh shit its spinel time)

“Uh?....Hey?...Who the hell are you again????”

[drawings-and-nightmares]

Self indulgent doodle of a self indulgent OC?? Maybe.

[rpmemes-galore]

Reblog if your muse always needs SNUGGLES… but only receives STRUGGLES.

[rpmemes-galore]

Go on anon and send my muse a message from someone they HATE.  See just how angry you can make them…

[rpmemes-galore]

Send me   ‘ 🌪 ‘   to catch my muse in the middle of a violent breakdown. Throwing things, breaking things, yelling… 

[johannaabbot]

S E N D A S K S

[johannaabbot]

S E N D A S K S

[johannaabbot]

hi mun i'm too anxious to send off anon but i wanted u to know i had a dream and i started drawing it and i'm 99% sure johanna was in it. have a nice day

((Aw! That’s amazing! Don’t be anxious though, I’d love to see the drawing and talk to you! My messages(and askbox) are always open!!))

[mrcohen]

the coffee pot isn’t in the breakroom this is an emergency

[johannaabbot]

"WHOEVER TOOK IT IS GONNA DIE-"

[johannaabbot]

Johanna! Come on out, You need too stop running from me. i know you want too fight and eat people. but you need too stay out of danger!

The creature growled, scratching its claws onto the ground, and prowling in circles like a cat. "How many times do I have to fucking tell you?! IM. NOT. JOHANNA-"

[mrcohen]

This is probably the worst possible timeline, isn't it? The creature was back, and angrier than ever. Grant was gone, or at least what it knew of its play toy. It let out a loud roar, as it met up with the new, pre game Grant. Oh no. "Well, well well....if it isn't a more pitiful being..."(johannaabbot)

Good Lord-

[Grant already had the makeshift weapon he’d been using held in front of him defensively, though his hands were shaky as he watched the creature.]

@johannaabbot

[johannaabbot]

The creature laughed coldly, “Please, Cohen, you really think that will stop me? Pitiful…Now, tell me…how’d you get back into your original form?…” It tilted its head, genuinely curious. “Oh! Excuse me, I’m being rude, aren’t I! Let me introduce myself, I’m-” A multitude of names and voices that belonged to others tumbled out of its makeshift vocal chords. The noise would’ve overwhelmed anyone. The inky beast let out a high and cruel laugh, “Oh wait! I almost forgot! I lost my toy…but maybe you can indulge in my games instead?…A guessing game, perhaps?…”

[mrcohen]

Original form…? Wait, how do you know my name?

[He tightened his grip on the board but quickly dropped it once the cacophony of voices reached his ears, hands moving to cover them and reluctantly leaving once the noise stopped.]

I don’t know what you mean- I don’t even know why I’m here! I don’t want to play your damn guessing games, I just wanna go home.

[johannaabbot]

“Did those pitiful anons not tell you a thing? Oh dear, I suppose it is true then. I’m in a good mood today, so I’ll humor your bullshit. This is the ruins of Joey Drew Studios, his creations have run wild and free…including me. All of us were created into monsters, workers, people, and yes, even you as well, Cohen.” It started to cackle once again, “You happen to be my favorite play thing…you did turn out to be more somehow pathetic than what you are right now…As for me, well, I was a being before as well…ever since…Drew…” It seemed to gaze off into space for a moment or so, before gaining its composure, “Since I’m fond of games, I’ll help you figure who is who, and who you must avoid…you’ve already failed once after all!”

[mrcohen]

Monsters…? This sounds like some kinda storybook…

…but if whatever you’re planning on ‘helping me figure out’ is true, it could prove rather useful…

But I don’t think I can trust you completely. As for who I should avoid… I’m doing pretty well avoiding everything so far. Who says I need your help?

[johannaabbot]

The creature smirked, although it was kind of hard to tell, due to the fact that when it’s mouth was closed, the ink covered it, “Nobody trusts each other here, after all Cohen, Drew lied to us all. The ink demon will find you eventually once he catches wind that there’s someone besides Henry down here…save your breath, god knows where he is.” It chuckled again, “Oh dear, excuse me for a moment, I’m just thinking about how many assaults that man goes through as he traverses through these inky depths…This is why you need my help, Grant. You don’t need to trust me, but think of this as…a business deal. You’re familiar with those, aren’t you? People here need to be found, and suffice to say, it’d bring them…some comfort to be remembered. Then they’d stop stealing my radio for answers…”

[mrcohen]

My head is dizzy with questions… but no matter.

Fine. I’ll make this- ‘deal’ with you. The entirety of my trust will not be with you, but you were expecting such.

[He reached down, picked the board back up (just to be safe) - but it was obvious his guard had been let down just the slightest bit.]

You have… a radio?

[johannaabbot]

The creature shifted its body into a sphinx-like position, clawing at the ground somewhat, with its...unworldly flute claws. "Ah yes...she's one of the only ones who remembers clearly what happened...before. She is..desirable amongst all here...She said...that her name was...Hana?..I believe, at least. Many people's names are remembered because of her...It hurts...sometimes. I suppose you could say I'm her... caretaker of sorts. I get her hearts, and she feeds me memories of who this body used to belong to...Who their bodies used to belong to..." It sighed, almost wistfully, "Thanks to her, I know who most of the beings are. Describe whichever monster you'd like to me, and I could most likely...tell you their old names..."

[mrcohen]

This is probably the worst possible timeline, isn't it? The creature was back, and angrier than ever. Grant was gone, or at least what it knew of its play toy. It let out a loud roar, as it met up with the new, pre game Grant. Oh no. "Well, well well....if it isn't a more pitiful being..."(johannaabbot)

Good Lord-

[Grant already had the makeshift weapon he’d been using held in front of him defensively, though his hands were shaky as he watched the creature.]

@johannaabbot

[johannaabbot]

The creature laughed coldly, “Please, Cohen, you really think that will stop me? Pitiful…Now, tell me…how’d you get back into your original form?…” It tilted its head, genuinely curious. “Oh! Excuse me, I’m being rude, aren’t I! Let me introduce myself, I’m-” A multitude of names and voices that belonged to others tumbled out of its makeshift vocal chords. The noise would’ve overwhelmed anyone. The inky beast let out a high and cruel laugh, “Oh wait! I almost forgot! I lost my toy…but maybe you can indulge in my games instead?…A guessing game, perhaps?…”

[mrcohen]

Original form…? Wait, how do you know my name?

[He tightened his grip on the board but quickly dropped it once the cacophony of voices reached his ears, hands moving to cover them and reluctantly leaving once the noise stopped.]

I don’t know what you mean- I don’t even know why I’m here! I don’t want to play your damn guessing games, I just wanna go home.

[johannaabbot]

“Did those pitiful anons not tell you a thing? Oh dear, I suppose it is true then. I’m in a good mood today, so I’ll humor your bullshit. This is the ruins of Joey Drew Studios, his creations have run wild and free…including me. All of us were created into monsters, workers, people, and yes, even you as well, Cohen.” It started to cackle once again, “You happen to be my favorite play thing…you did turn out to be more somehow pathetic than what you are right now…As for me, well, I was a being before as well…ever since…Drew…” It seemed to gaze off into space for a moment or so, before gaining its composure, “Since I’m fond of games, I’ll help you figure who is who, and who you must avoid…you’ve already failed once after all!”

[mrcohen]

Monsters…? This sounds like some kinda storybook…

…but if whatever you’re planning on ‘helping me figure out’ is true, it could prove rather useful…

But I don’t think I can trust you completely. As for who I should avoid… I’m doing pretty well avoiding everything so far. Who says I need your help?

[johannaabbot]

The creature smirked, although it was kind of hard to tell, due to the fact that when it's mouth was closed, the ink covered it, "Nobody trusts each other here, after all Cohen, Drew lied to us all. The ink demon will find you eventually once he catches wind that there's someone besides Henry down here...save your breath, god knows where he is." It chuckled again, "Oh dear, excuse me for a moment, I'm just thinking about how many assaults that man goes through as he traverses through these inky depths...This is why you need my help, Grant. You don't need to trust me, but think of this as...a business deal. You're familiar with those, aren't you? People here need to be found, and suffice to say, it'd bring them...some comfort to be remembered. Then they'd stop stealing my radio for answers..."

[mrcohen]

This is probably the worst possible timeline, isn't it? The creature was back, and angrier than ever. Grant was gone, or at least what it knew of its play toy. It let out a loud roar, as it met up with the new, pre game Grant. Oh no. "Well, well well....if it isn't a more pitiful being..."(johannaabbot)

Good Lord-

[Grant already had the makeshift weapon he’d been using held in front of him defensively, though his hands were shaky as he watched the creature.]

@johannaabbot

[johannaabbot]

The creature laughed coldly, “Please, Cohen, you really think that will stop me? Pitiful…Now, tell me…how’d you get back into your original form?…” It tilted its head, genuinely curious. “Oh! Excuse me, I’m being rude, aren’t I! Let me introduce myself, I’m-” A multitude of names and voices that belonged to others tumbled out of its makeshift vocal chords. The noise would’ve overwhelmed anyone. The inky beast let out a high and cruel laugh, “Oh wait! I almost forgot! I lost my toy…but maybe you can indulge in my games instead?…A guessing game, perhaps?…”

[mrcohen]

Original form…? Wait, how do you know my name?

[He tightened his grip on the board but quickly dropped it once the cacophony of voices reached his ears, hands moving to cover them and reluctantly leaving once the noise stopped.]

I don’t know what you mean- I don’t even know why I’m here! I don’t want to play your damn guessing games, I just wanna go home.

[johannaabbot]

"Did those pitiful anons not tell you a thing? Oh dear, I suppose it is true then. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll humor your bullshit. This is the ruins of Joey Drew Studios, his creations have run wild and free...including me. All of us were created into monsters, workers, people, and yes, even you as well, Cohen." It started to cackle once again, "You happen to be my favorite play thing...you did turn out to be more somehow pathetic than what you are right now...As for me, well, I was a being before as well...ever since...Drew..." It seemed to gaze off into space for a moment or so, before gaining its composure, "Since I'm fond of games, I'll help you figure who is who, and who you must avoid...you've already failed once after all!"

[mrcohen]

This is probably the worst possible timeline, isn't it? The creature was back, and angrier than ever. Grant was gone, or at least what it knew of its play toy. It let out a loud roar, as it met up with the new, pre game Grant. Oh no. "Well, well well....if it isn't a more pitiful being..."(johannaabbot)

Good Lord-

[Grant already had the makeshift weapon he’d been using held in front of him defensively, though his hands were shaky as he watched the creature.]

@johannaabbot

[johannaabbot]

The creature laughed coldly, "Please, Cohen, you really think that will stop me? Pitiful...Now, tell me...how'd you get back into your original form?..." It tilted its head, genuinely curious. "Oh! Excuse me, I'm being rude, aren't I! Let me introduce myself, I'm-" A multitude of names and voices that belonged to others tumbled out of its makeshift vocal chords. The noise would've overwhelmed anyone. The inky beast let out a high and cruel laugh, "Oh wait! I almost forgot! I lost my toy...but maybe you can indulge in my games instead?...A guessing game, perhaps?..."

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