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@mixed-love
Are there any other neighbours living there with you besides Houndaby P. Pilliar and the cat right now?
No, but im sure there will be more soon. There is so much space here so there is no need to worry about that.
I do hope more show up soon. But at some point I should go out and introduce myself. I guess i'm a bit nervous, being able to finally meet people after so long of not seeing anyone...
so how did you figure out that you can’t create life?
. . . . . I was waiting for them for so long. Their homes were built, and everything was set up. But no one showed. I tried to make julie and Howdy's family, I thought if they were there other would start showing up. They never moved either. I was desperate at that point, I thought that maybe it worked the other way around. Maybe if I made my neighbors their family would show. But they never moved. I didn't accept the truth, I kept trying, and trying, and trying. I made Echo in my attempts. .....I knew that was the best I was going to get after that.
WHAT IS AIR???
uh.....what people breathe?
what exactly gave you the idea to make Echo?
The short answer is Loneliness. The long answer is that I was alone for a very long time and no matter what i did, i couldn't do anything about it. Eventually, i realized i never tried making a home before. I did and that's how echo came to be.
Can you give an full explanation of how you make things?
How i make things? well alright.
My hands allow me to create paint. Well, I call it paint but i use it more like clay to be honest.
I then shape it to whatever i want and then poof, it becomes what ever it was made to be.
I can also scale things, making them bigger or smaller. I hope this helps.
what’s your favourite thing that you have made so far?
My favorite thing...? That's a tough question since I don't really make things for me...I guess it would be the houses. Knowing they will give my friends a safe place to rest is nice.
At least you have the Barnaby-Howdy fusion and the cat to keep you company for now
Oh speaking of the fusion, do they have a name now?
They have been just fine, as for their name they said to call them "Houndaby P. Pilliar". i asked what the P stood for and they said it stood for punchline. They seem interested in setting up a shop, i asked what they would use as payment and they said "Nothing is better payment than a good joke and a hearty laugh." I really look forward to when they open their store. @:3
So what do you think you would’ve done if Mixer never locked up in that void and had actually given you a chance instead?
The mere idea of him letting me out or never trapping me in the first place is unfathomable.
So how’s building the neighbourhood going for you?
Hmm,
You said “I woke up in the void. I didn't know anything about why I was there or my creation. I spent a lot of time there before i realized I could create. I then began creating a neighborhood for my neighbors. I didn't know where they were but i hoped they would return.”
So you were made knowing that you were supposed to have neighbors or something, or at least thinking had some at that point? Cause it obviously Mixer didn’t make any for you and that you didn’t have any.
Drops a cat on you
creator mess up
hey, yeah. i forgor my own characters lore. he is meant to be stuck smiling. so pretend he is in those other drawings. re-read your character lore people.
...Oh. Hello there, wretch. I can see why you were locked away, you know. A disgusting thing like you doesn't deserve to roam the Multiverse. It truly is unfortunate that your peers weren't given the same treatment...no matter. Stay in your place, and I assure you that you won't have any problems. You do seem...slightly less disgusting than your contemporaries, after all. - Love is a sickness, and I am the cure @:)
thats the second one today, annoying.
a small void opens and it showed a field with grass and that’s when a low meow was heard,a Wally slowly walked over through it seeming curious…it looked at them and seemed to limp like its injured,yet the scent of it was clearly like it had been thrown out but it slowly layed down as if seeking refuge
“I’m…curious…of you..I’m Church…”
Mixed Love. She hoped she'd remembered his name, hoped she'd landed in the right place.
She looked around as she stepped fully out of the portal, pencil disappearing. She clutched her hands to her chest.
"Oh, it's nice to see you. My apologies for the lack of scenery I'm doing a bit of remodeling."
Nice to see her? She'd never met him...not that she remembered...that made her uneasy.
She quickly summoned her notebook, trying not to dwell on the words.
Oh, hello. Thats...alright. Uhm, my name is Acey. Acey Love. I'm sorry to drop in on you so suddenly. I was told by a...well, a friend, lets say, to come see you.
"Oh don't you worry. I enjoy the company. And to come all the way here to see lil ol'me, I'm rather flattered."
"Though I am rather curious to know why someone told you to visit. Hold on let me set something up." Mixed raised his hand and a table appeared before them both.
Mixed took a seat and gestured for Acey to do the same. "There, now we can chat. My apologies for not doing so sooner but allow me to introduce myself. I am Mixed Love."
The sudden brightness caught her off guard. She blinked a few times, looking around her.
The scenery was brighter, cheery. It looked like a completely different universe. This place, this bright purple void...she glanced at Mixed. This was his doing, obviously. She only knew of one other that could do such things, and the parallels between them were becoming eerily clear.
She took a breath before she smiled, taking a seat across from Mixed. She felt...off. Nervous. Why did she feel nervous? It was just a Wally.
Thank you. My, you have such fascinating powers! You remind me of...her writing paused. A close friend of mine.
But, yes, about my visit! Well, to keep it simple, I was told you could give me answers to a certain event that happened a few months ago...involving previously mentioned close friend. I don't know if you know him, or if you two are close, but it's the only lead I have.
"I'd be happy to help though I cant help much without knowing who this friend is."
Mixed seemed to tilt his head in realization. His face remaining the same through out.
"Oh how rude of me, I have a guest and I didnt even offer refreshments. Is there anything you would like?oh, apologies for the sudden color shift too."
Oh, its quite alright! Acey wrote, I prefer it this way actually. And no, no, I wouldn't want to trouble you. But yes, about my friend. He's a Wally, like you, and usually I just call him by his name. But most refer to him as...
Mixer.
"??!!"
Mixed took a deep breath, calming himself before continuing. "My apologies. That was unbecoming of me, I am deeply sorry if I frightened you. That was not my intent."
"I believe I know what you are referring to. Though I do warn you that it isn't a kind story. I doubt you'll be able to view your 'friend' in the same light."
That look frightened her. She dropped her pencil, shrinking away. After Mixed composed himself, she gazed at him worriedly, confused.
What do you mean by that? What happened? Please, tell me.
"...."
"I woke up in the void. I didn't know anything about why I was there or my creation. I spent a lot of time there before i realized I could create. I then began creating a neighborhood for my neighbors. I didn't know where they were but i hoped they would return." Mixed paused, his eyes downcast. "But he didnt like that."
"Mixer..." He felt sick just by saying his name. "Didn't want me to do that. So he started to 'fix' me, as he would call it. He would rip me apart, creating holes and blurs in my memory. It was horrible. I begged him to stop and let me out but he never responded to my pleads."
The room grew darker as he began to shake. "I learned I wasn't the only one. I learned that he created me yet despised me. I learned of so many other lonely souls he condemned for not being perfect. It got so bad that I begged for him to destroy me, that if he hated me so much to just kill me. But he didn't. It was a miracle that I escaped. There is more, so much more he did but I don't think I can tell you. I'm sorry."
Acey was frozen. She...didn't know what to say. She couldn't say anything. She simply stood, going over to Mixed, and taking him into her arms.
She was silent for a moment. She was always silent. But then, a whisper.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
She gently stroked his melting hair. Her hand was coated in paint, but she didn't care. Not right now. Right now there was a poor soul who needed some comfort. And she would give it to him.
"...?" Mixed was confused. "Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything to me."
Acey backed away, tears still brimming in her eyes.
I didn't. I'm not sorry because of anything I have done. I'm sorry for what you've had to go through. I'm sorry for the pain the experiences have clearly given you.
She paused her writing to brush a tear from his cheek with her thumb, expression soft and full of sympathy.
Mixed Love. She hoped she'd remembered his name, hoped she'd landed in the right place.
She looked around as she stepped fully out of the portal, pencil disappearing. She clutched her hands to her chest.
"Oh, it's nice to see you. My apologies for the lack of scenery I'm doing a bit of remodeling."
Nice to see her? She'd never met him...not that she remembered...that made her uneasy.
She quickly summoned her notebook, trying not to dwell on the words.
Oh, hello. Thats...alright. Uhm, my name is Acey. Acey Love. I'm sorry to drop in on you so suddenly. I was told by a...well, a friend, lets say, to come see you.
"Oh don't you worry. I enjoy the company. And to come all the way here to see lil ol'me, I'm rather flattered."
"Though I am rather curious to know why someone told you to visit. Hold on let me set something up." Mixed raised his hand and a table appeared before them both.
Mixed took a seat and gestured for Acey to do the same. "There, now we can chat. My apologies for not doing so sooner but allow me to introduce myself. I am Mixed Love."
The sudden brightness caught her off guard. She blinked a few times, looking around her.
The scenery was brighter, cheery. It looked like a completely different universe. This place, this bright purple void...she glanced at Mixed. This was his doing, obviously. She only knew of one other that could do such things, and the parallels between them were becoming eerily clear.
She took a breath before she smiled, taking a seat across from Mixed. She felt...off. Nervous. Why did she feel nervous? It was just a Wally.
Thank you. My, you have such fascinating powers! You remind me of...her writing paused. A close friend of mine.
But, yes, about my visit! Well, to keep it simple, I was told you could give me answers to a certain event that happened a few months ago...involving previously mentioned close friend. I don't know if you know him, or if you two are close, but it's the only lead I have.
"I'd be happy to help though I cant help much without knowing who this friend is."
Mixed seemed to tilt his head in realization. His face remaining the same through out.
"Oh how rude of me, I have a guest and I didnt even offer refreshments. Is there anything you would like?oh, apologies for the sudden color shift too."
Oh, its quite alright! Acey wrote, I prefer it this way actually. And no, no, I wouldn't want to trouble you. But yes, about my friend. He's a Wally, like you, and usually I just call him by his name. But most refer to him as...
Mixer.
"??!!"
Mixed took a deep breath, calming himself before continuing. "My apologies. That was unbecoming of me, I am deeply sorry if I frightened you. That was not my intent."
"I believe I know what you are referring to. Though I do warn you that it isn't a kind story. I doubt you'll be able to view your 'friend' in the same light."
That look frightened her. She dropped her pencil, shrinking away. After Mixed composed himself, she gazed at him worriedly, confused.
What do you mean by that? What happened? Please, tell me.
"...."
"I woke up in the void. I didn't know anything about why I was there or my creation. I spent a lot of time there before i realized I could create. I then began creating a neighborhood for my neighbors. I didn't know where they were but i hoped they would return." Mixed paused, his eyes downcast. "But he didnt like that."
"Mixer..." He felt sick just by saying his name. "Didn't want me to do that. So he started to 'fix' me, as he would call it. He would rip me apart, creating holes and blurs in my memory. It was horrible. I begged him to stop and let me out but he never responded to my pleads."
The room grew darker as he began to shake. "I learned I wasn't the only one. I learned that he created me yet despised me. I learned of so many other lonely souls he condemned for not being perfect. It got so bad that I begged for him to destroy me, that if he hated me so much to just kill me. But he didn't. It was a miracle that I escaped. There is more, so much more he did but I don't think I can tell you. I'm sorry."
Acey was frozen. She...didn't know what to say. She couldn't say anything. She simply stood, going over to Mixed, and taking him into her arms.
She was silent for a moment. She was always silent. But then, a whisper.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
She gently stroked his melting hair. Her hand was coated in paint, but she didn't care. Not right now. Right now there was a poor soul who needed some comfort. And she would give it to him.
"...?" Mixed was confused. "Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything to me."
Mixed Love. She hoped she'd remembered his name, hoped she'd landed in the right place.
She looked around as she stepped fully out of the portal, pencil disappearing. She clutched her hands to her chest.
"Oh, it's nice to see you. My apologies for the lack of scenery I'm doing a bit of remodeling."
Nice to see her? She'd never met him...not that she remembered...that made her uneasy.
She quickly summoned her notebook, trying not to dwell on the words.
Oh, hello. Thats...alright. Uhm, my name is Acey. Acey Love. I'm sorry to drop in on you so suddenly. I was told by a...well, a friend, lets say, to come see you.
"Oh don't you worry. I enjoy the company. And to come all the way here to see lil ol'me, I'm rather flattered."
"Though I am rather curious to know why someone told you to visit. Hold on let me set something up." Mixed raised his hand and a table appeared before them both.
Mixed took a seat and gestured for Acey to do the same. "There, now we can chat. My apologies for not doing so sooner but allow me to introduce myself. I am Mixed Love."
The sudden brightness caught her off guard. She blinked a few times, looking around her.
The scenery was brighter, cheery. It looked like a completely different universe. This place, this bright purple void...she glanced at Mixed. This was his doing, obviously. She only knew of one other that could do such things, and the parallels between them were becoming eerily clear.
She took a breath before she smiled, taking a seat across from Mixed. She felt...off. Nervous. Why did she feel nervous? It was just a Wally.
Thank you. My, you have such fascinating powers! You remind me of...her writing paused. A close friend of mine.
But, yes, about my visit! Well, to keep it simple, I was told you could give me answers to a certain event that happened a few months ago...involving previously mentioned close friend. I don't know if you know him, or if you two are close, but it's the only lead I have.
"I'd be happy to help though I cant help much without knowing who this friend is."
Mixed seemed to tilt his head in realization. His face remaining the same through out.
"Oh how rude of me, I have a guest and I didnt even offer refreshments. Is there anything you would like?oh, apologies for the sudden color shift too."
Oh, its quite alright! Acey wrote, I prefer it this way actually. And no, no, I wouldn't want to trouble you. But yes, about my friend. He's a Wally, like you, and usually I just call him by his name. But most refer to him as...
Mixer.
"??!!"
Mixed took a deep breath, calming himself before continuing. "My apologies. That was unbecoming of me, I am deeply sorry if I frightened you. That was not my intent."
"I believe I know what you are referring to. Though I do warn you that it isn't a kind story. I doubt you'll be able to view your 'friend' in the same light."
That look frightened her. She dropped her pencil, shrinking away. After Mixed composed himself, she gazed at him worriedly, confused.
What do you mean by that? What happened? Please, tell me.
"...."
"I woke up in the void. I didn't know anything about why I was there or my creation. I spent a lot of time there before i realized I could create. I then began creating a neighborhood for my neighbors. I didn't know where they were but i hoped they would return." Mixed paused, his eyes downcast. "But he didnt like that."
"Mixer..." He felt sick just by saying his name. "Didn't want me to do that. So he started to 'fix' me, as he would call it. He would rip me apart, creating holes and blurs in my memory. It was horrible. I begged him to stop and let me out but he never responded to my pleads."
The room grew darker as he began to shake. "I learned I wasn't the only one. I learned that he created me yet despised me. I learned of so many other lonely souls he condemned for not being perfect. It got so bad that I begged for him to destroy me, that if he hated me so much to just kill me. But he didn't. It was a miracle that I escaped. There is more, so much more he did but I don't think I can tell you. I'm sorry."
