⟣⠀◟⠀MODLINGS HQ⠀𓈒

ⓘ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ headquarters of @/dandysworldhcs mods — asks are open! #modlore

[modlings]

.𖥔 INFORMATION YOU'LL NEED!

ⓘ If you'd like to get a feel for your stay around the headquarters, it's important to know who's in charge around here, so that you can safely make your way to and from your destination!

. ︶  YOU'VE ACQUIRED THE MOD LIST!

CHEEKY - She/They/It, The Boss of this place! Very sleep deprived and is goin a bit off the rails. Enjoys speaking to the Visitors and loves her team, especially when they remind her to take her meds work on her things! Pst.. don’t tell anyone but they tend to nap in their office instead of working!

DOVE - she/her, the assistant. a common, yet friendly face around the facility! caring, loving, and with a fresh start.

JULES - he/xe/they/clown, my role here is undetermined. The attic owner.

DAZ - STATUS: PAID LEAVE. (He/They/It)

(lockstep is no longer canon)

(dandy is no longer canon)

JON - He/They/It + Hy/Hymn, The Chef (Though, not..the best.) and..maybe something else?— of this facility! Because of his eyes, he is always watching..his kitchen, he doesn't really care what happens elsewhere in the building.

SPIGGLE - he/they nonbinary, despite being rude, he doesn't even realize how hurtful he has the capability to be,,, his role in the facility will be determined soon! they seem to have had another name before they came along...

. ︶ YOU'VE ACQUIRED THE GENERAL RULES LIST!

— a guidebook for your stay during your time at the hq.

01. Keep your asks STRICTLY safe for work, as most of the mods are minors and uncomfortable with this.

02. Be RESPECTFUL towards both the mods and other visitors!

03. Do not use slurs, even if you can reclaim them.

04. Racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism, and other poor behavior is NOT tolerated. You will be blocked from the blog with no warning as disciplinary action.

05. A lot of asks are answered right away, but some take a minute to reply to. Please be patient!

06. You MAY target your asks towards specific mods.

07. You don't have to keep it Dandy's World related here, you can simply as your friendly mods whatever questions you may please — as long as they follow the rules.

08. Keep Dandy's World Headcanons or headcanon-related material to the main blog!

. ︶  TAGS!

cheeky's tags - #🤍 cheeky

-> cheeky's mod tags - #🤍 ooc

dove's tags - #🪻 dove / #🌼 daisy (former)

-> june's mod tags - #juneytoons (ooc)

jules' tags - #jules🃏🐰/ #julesposting

-> jules' mod tags - #ooc post

daz's tags - #freakin uhh mod daz

spiggle's tags - #spiggle giggle

-> kos' mod tags - #chimicherry or cherrychanga

locksteps' tags - #🔒mod lockstep🐾

-> lockstep's mod tags - #switch to offbeat

dandy’s tags - #🌈🌸 mod dandy !!

-> dandy’s mod tags - #🌈🌸 ooc !!

jon’s tags - #👁📼 mod jon

-> jon’s mod tag’s - #📼👁mag 119

spiggle's tags - #spiggle giggle / #spiggle

. ︶ EVENTS!

01 — Blackout Event (begun here , ended here) ; #event: blackout

02 — Toybox Trial (begun here)

. ︶ CONNECTED LORE BLOGS!

@dovesdrabbles - intropost - currently active

@restlesskiki - ??? - mainly inactive

@blairs4ever - cheekys blog - active

@jaximhome - jules...? - ???

@spigglesquiggle - spiggle's blog - active

@k-anons-things - anon blog

@ratexplody - anon blog

@skin-anon - anon blog

@halloween-hack-anon - anon blog

@bouncy-ball-anon - anon blog

. ︶  RETURNING ANONS!

SKIN ANON

🐀💥 anon

Fudge anon

Halloween Hack anon

🌈🌸 anon

Bouncy Ball anon

k-anon

💡 anon

bone-head anon

string anon

Anomaly Cereal Anon

The squire anon

fireworks anon

. ︶  REFERENCE SHEETS!

CHEEKY

DOVE

JULES

DAZ

SPIGGLE

JON

[modlings]

"cheeky it's pride month you know what that means"

[modlings]

Hi is there like, a modlings height chart?

Pls ive been so confused on their heights

so. they're not all that short, skin anon is just so incredibly tall (4 stories as described by the person who writes them)

left to right order:

spiggle is 5'3 / 160.02cm

dove is normally 7ft / 213.36cm

jules is 1'9ft / 53.34cm

jon is 7ft-8ft / 213.36cm-243.84cm

cheeky is normally 5'7ft / 170.18cm

norris is 5'10 / 155.448cm

sunny tries to keep h1s at 13ft GAWDAMN / 396.24cm

so sorry that this took forever

- koz

[modlings]

Hello ^^ Cheeky Valentines art <33

— cheeky

[modlings]

modlings content but at what cost

[spigglesquiggle]

i think im going fucking crazy

[modlings]

hey guys things MAY. happen

[modlings]

the modlings are NOT safe from this trend.

— cheeky

[modlings]

hi

[modlings]

*His ears flick, he hears spiggle yelling*

“ Ugh, can he be any louder. ”

*He grabbed some gloves out of his desk*

He opened the door to his room. It had been very quiet there since skin anons disappearance. Going down to the first floor, to discover what spiggle could be yelling about at this hour.

The "breathing" from earlier was quite loud now that he was closer.

He finally found his voice to question spiggle.

“ Why are you yelling-?? ”

[modlings]

spiggle looked down to see jules talking to him, snickering again at the fact that they heard them.

"oh, you again," he remarked. "I'm yelling because there's someone in this room, and I'm tryna tell em that, maybe they should, i don't know, stop baking that bread. that's what it smells like in here."

the disconcerting wind/breath sounds continue as spiggle speaks, making them look towards the door again and mutter something foreign.

[modlings]

“ Oh, ” xe pauses “ Well maybe we should go in then. I don't have sticky fingers. ” xe puts xyr hands up, showing xyr gloves.

[modlings]

"huh. sweet."

spiggle hasn't learned their lesson from the first time, so they tried to pick the nonexistent lock with a claw, which leads to being unsuccessful and instead ends up hurting that paw. he sucks in a breath through his teeth and shakes off his paw before eventually opening the door with the other paw.

they snicker before actually looking at what was going on in the basement. it was incredibly dark, with only the lights in the hallway just slightly making it easier to see what was going on. even then it was hard to tell.

"what... the fuck am i lookin at?" spiggle asked to no one in particular. "looks like a weird kinda... sss.... what's the word. the thing that shrek lives in."

[modlings]

Jules coughs while looking around, trying to figure out exactly what he was seeing. “ Eh...swamp? ”

[modlings]

"yeah! that, that! that's sorta what it looks like... are-are those tree branches..? no- stumps. no. no, those are full on fucking trees."

spiggle squints his eyes more, even though he didn't need to. he could see it pretty clearly.

the room looked fucked up, to say the least; there were gashes on the walls, the place was flooded with a dark substance, the lightbulb was broken, there was a mantis leg that spiggle had pointed out already.

spiggle tried taking a step into the basement, but immediately retracted his foot the second he felt liquid.

they exclaimed, "DAMN?? I DIDN'T KNOW IT'D BE FLOODED THAT MUCH!! you'd drown in there. i think."

[skin-anon]

*Noises... voices... A yell... a cough... Patch slowly opens a majority of its remaining eyes, Having fallen asleep sometime after their friend; Ceni left the basement.*

*The Patchwork titan inhales, its' ribs-like comb clicking against the cylinder in its chest in a haphazard manner as it breaths. They watch the light enter from the hallway. Having gotten used to the pain in its damaged body, the Titan shifts. Using its' oversized arms' elbow to shift itself deeper into the darkness. The prisoner in the melted, oversized claw did his best attempt of a struggle. Assuming the ones entering to be his ally.* *The darker than dark liquid shifts and flows, it felt thicker than water. Yet even from the briefest amount of touch did not leave the felines' paw wet. The Titans' movement forces the heavy liquid to shift, flowing away as They shift away from the light invading the basement.* *Remains of the once many tree legs float in the liquid, some close to the stairs. Others more like dead trees that have not been uprooted yet. Standing like pillars deeper within the now swamp of a basement. The air reeking of the sweet smell of freshly baked bread.* *Somewhere in the dark, stretched out basement was a mantis blade arm. Big as a oak tree, and thicker than one. Floating around closer towards the generator room... Patch was thankful They closed the door separating the basement and the generator before too much of this... sickeningly sweet smelling blood flooded the buildings' power supply.* *The Titan does not say a word, things felt wrong... It struggles to pinpoint whose voices echo from the stairs.*

[modlings]

spiggle now knew that it most likely wasn't some weird swamp because, no doubt about it, it was breathing. in some way, shape or form, there was breathing.

spiggle had a feeling that maybe, just maybe...

"can.. can you talk? can you move??" spiggle yells, not as loud as he was before, but yelling just loud enough that in case if.... whatever's down there had issues with hearing, it could at least hear their voice.

[skin-anon]

"Who... are you?" *Patch groaned the words out an answer, and question. Pain drips from the cacophony of voices. The titan managed to hold back a whimper of pain as they try to get an angle to peer out at the people in the open doorway. A colorful array of eyes dot where their skin once did, more visible than they once were. Risked the blinding light as Patch moves its' smaller, less damaged hand to the corner to peek around it. Before yanking the arm back with the faintest sound of a pained hiss. Trying to limit further injury while seeing who is at the steps.* "Friends... modlings?" *The wounded tower questioned, hope and anxiety teetering on their voices as the prisoner continued his struggling. Deep muffled growling at being held in place for weeks on end.*

[modlings]

The creature looks around, not being able to see well. But recognizing the voice he was hearing, “ ..Sk- skin anon?? SKIN ANON?? ” he yells to see if his ears did not deceive him.

[modlings]

TW: MENTIONS OF NAUSEA + BLOOD

"that's an anon..." spiggle mutters, connecting the dots. he stays silent for a second before his body jolts at the realization, their breath catching. "so-- SO THAT'S ALL-?!?"

his chest aches and his throat closed up, as if he were being choked. being choked. the thought just makes his throat hurt and increases the feeling. his perpetually shaking hands shook more, yet he tries to hide it by doing a confident kinda pose, with their hands at their hips, with his claws slowly digging into their own skin.

the nausea. god, the nausea. felt damn near insufferable. bile even burned the back of his throat, threatening to come out anytime soon. nah, he couldn't do that now! it's pathetic, how they have to try their best, just to be able to handle the sight.

[skin-anon]

TW: MENTIONS OF BLOOD "Friend... Jules? Is your friend... okay?" *The titan of an anon questions, tempted to peek out into the light again to get a better look at them. Hope filling up the voices when Patch recognized the voice of a friend.* "I-I... I can't move... Is anyone hurt? Was there anyone new? Please tell us that everyone is safe." *The titans' breath hitches as they they further converse, oh how badly Patch wanted to hug the creature. They silently lamented their remaining legs as they tried momentarily to stand, leaning against a wall. Using its free arm to grab the wall itself simply to stand.* *The large quantity of blood shifts like a river as the titan forces itself to stand. Echos of pain travel throughout their body in harsh sounding groans muffled by gritted teeth, a choked half sigh. A faint sob. And finally something cracking. A orchestra of pain.* "Did friend Ceni send you? They were... here, some time ago."

[modlings]

Jules glances at spiggle “ ... YEAH, HES DOIN GREAT!! ” he shouts, though he isn't very loud. Xe tries to get closer to Skin Anon, slipping as xe cannot see where xes going. He groans before speaking, “ Yo- you doing alright? I can't,,, tell. ”

[skin-anon]

"... N-no... we are hurt... BUT we did capture Friend Cheekys attacker! So we are... err happy? Yes. We are happy." *The titan in the dark echoed towards the two as they look towards the hand holding Wolf. His growls were muffed by the fingers that held his beak shut. But still, the noise traveled through the basement as easy as the titans' breathing did.* "It is safe now. He was built/Sculpted with our... aversion to light in mind... Although He does have sharp instruments."

[modlings]

spiggle looks in every direction, every direction except at the two(???) people that were actually there. he couldn't! they'd just look dumb.

while in the process of ignoring the feeling of blood dripping from his body, they sucked in a shaky breath and decided to force a question out.

"... sharp instruments.. like-- like what? knives? or.."

[skin-anon]

"Hooks... He has hooks protruding out of his body." *Patch answers, letting out a echoing groan as they looked over the Wolfs hooks. Scrutinize their gaze as best the Titan can.* "They appear... dulled? we think we see rust." *The quietest voice muses aloud, taking a moment to ponder how long it and the Wolf has been down there.* *The towering anon shifts their focus to a scent in the air... Stifling a growl in its throat. They focus towards the door, where the two modlings stand. A harsh growl, while hushed. Vibrates through the liquid and the walls.* "Are... one of you hurt? We smell... blood." *The... hunger ached at them. That pained hollow sensation in what they call a gut. The Titan moves to grip one of their remaining legs with the free arm. Patch tries to focus on the topic, not wanting to be lost to the starvation. All they can do, is try to ignore that scent.*

[modlings]

spiggle could smell it too, he really could. all this blood was increasingly nauseating to spiggle. in fact, it was so nauseating that spiggle had to lean on the wall.

they were almost entirely out of sight from patch now. he didn't really do that intentionally, but it's better that way, he thinks.

jules could still see them though, so that was less fortunate.

[modlings]

*His ears flick, he hears spiggle yelling*

“ Ugh, can he be any louder. ”

*He grabbed some gloves out of his desk*

He opened the door to his room. It had been very quiet there since skin anons disappearance. Going down to the first floor, to discover what spiggle could be yelling about at this hour.

The "breathing" from earlier was quite loud now that he was closer.

He finally found his voice to question spiggle.

“ Why are you yelling-?? ”

[modlings]

spiggle looked down to see jules talking to him, snickering again at the fact that they heard them.

"oh, you again," he remarked. "I'm yelling because there's someone in this room, and I'm tryna tell em that, maybe they should, i don't know, stop baking that bread. that's what it smells like in here."

the disconcerting wind/breath sounds continue as spiggle speaks, making them look towards the door again and mutter something foreign.

[modlings]

“ Oh, ” xe pauses “ Well maybe we should go in then. I don't have sticky fingers. ” xe puts xyr hands up, showing xyr gloves.

[modlings]

"huh. sweet."

spiggle hasn't learned their lesson from the first time, so they tried to pick the nonexistent lock with a claw, which leads to being unsuccessful and instead ends up hurting that paw. he sucks in a breath through his teeth and shakes off his paw before eventually opening the door with the other paw.

they snicker before actually looking at what was going on in the basement. it was incredibly dark, with only the lights in the hallway just slightly making it easier to see what was going on. even then it was hard to tell.

"what... the fuck am i lookin at?" spiggle asked to no one in particular. "looks like a weird kinda... sss.... what's the word. the thing that shrek lives in."

[modlings]

Jules coughs while looking around, trying to figure out exactly what he was seeing. “ Eh...swamp? ”

[modlings]

"yeah! that, that! that's sorta what it looks like... are-are those tree branches..? no- stumps. no. no, those are full on fucking trees."

spiggle squints his eyes more, even though he didn't need to. he could see it pretty clearly.

the room looked fucked up, to say the least; there were gashes on the walls, the place was flooded with a dark substance, the lightbulb was broken, there was a mantis leg that spiggle had pointed out already.

spiggle tried taking a step into the basement, but immediately retracted his foot the second he felt liquid.

they exclaimed, "DAMN?? I DIDN'T KNOW IT'D BE FLOODED THAT MUCH!! you'd drown in there. i think."

[skin-anon]

*Noises... voices... A yell... a cough... Patch slowly opens a majority of its remaining eyes, Having fallen asleep sometime after their friend; Ceni left the basement.*

*The Patchwork titan inhales, its' ribs-like comb clicking against the cylinder in its chest in a haphazard manner as it breaths. They watch the light enter from the hallway. Having gotten used to the pain in its damaged body, the Titan shifts. Using its' oversized arms' elbow to shift itself deeper into the darkness. The prisoner in the melted, oversized claw did his best attempt of a struggle. Assuming the ones entering to be his ally.* *The darker than dark liquid shifts and flows, it felt thicker than water. Yet even from the briefest amount of touch did not leave the felines' paw wet. The Titans' movement forces the heavy liquid to shift, flowing away as They shift away from the light invading the basement.* *Remains of the once many tree legs float in the liquid, some close to the stairs. Others more like dead trees that have not been uprooted yet. Standing like pillars deeper within the now swamp of a basement. The air reeking of the sweet smell of freshly baked bread.* *Somewhere in the dark, stretched out basement was a mantis blade arm. Big as a oak tree, and thicker than one. Floating around closer towards the generator room... Patch was thankful They closed the door separating the basement and the generator before too much of this... sickeningly sweet smelling blood flooded the buildings' power supply.* *The Titan does not say a word, things felt wrong... It struggles to pinpoint whose voices echo from the stairs.*

[modlings]

spiggle now knew that it most likely wasn't some weird swamp because, no doubt about it, it was breathing. in some way, shape or form, there was breathing.

spiggle had a feeling that maybe, just maybe...

"can.. can you talk? can you move??" spiggle yells, not as loud as he was before, but yelling just loud enough that in case if.... whatever's down there had issues with hearing, it could at least hear their voice.

[skin-anon]

"Who... are you?" *Patch groaned the words out an answer, and question. Pain drips from the cacophony of voices. The titan managed to hold back a whimper of pain as they try to get an angle to peer out at the people in the open doorway. A colorful array of eyes dot where their skin once did, more visible than they once were. Risked the blinding light as Patch moves its' smaller, less damaged hand to the corner to peek around it. Before yanking the arm back with the faintest sound of a pained hiss. Trying to limit further injury while seeing who is at the steps.* "Friends... modlings?" *The wounded tower questioned, hope and anxiety teetering on their voices as the prisoner continued his struggling. Deep muffled growling at being held in place for weeks on end.*

[modlings]

The creature looks around, not being able to see well. But recognizing the voice he was hearing, “ ..Sk- skin anon?? SKIN ANON?? ” he yells to see if his ears did not deceive him.

[modlings]

TW: MENTIONS OF NAUSEA + BLOOD

"that's an anon..." spiggle mutters, connecting the dots. he stays silent for a second before his body jolts at the realization, their breath catching. "so-- SO THAT'S ALL-?!?"

his chest aches and his throat closed up, as if he were being choked. being choked. the thought just makes his throat hurt and increases the feeling. his perpetually shaking hands shook more, yet he tries to hide it by doing a confident kinda pose, with their hands at their hips, with his claws slowly digging into their own skin.

the nausea. god, the nausea. felt damn near insufferable. bile even burned the back of his throat, threatening to come out anytime soon. nah, he couldn't do that now! it's pathetic, how they have to try their best, just to be able to handle the sight.

[skin-anon]

TW: MENTIONS OF BLOOD "Friend... Jules? Is your friend... okay?" *The titan of an anon questions, tempted to peek out into the light again to get a better look at them. Hope filling up the voices when Patch recognized the voice of a friend.* "I-I... I can't move... Is anyone hurt? Was there anyone new? Please tell us that everyone is safe." *The titans' breath hitches as they they further converse, oh how badly Patch wanted to hug the creature. They silently lamented their remaining legs as they tried momentarily to stand, leaning against a wall. Using its free arm to grab the wall itself simply to stand.* *The large quantity of blood shifts like a river as the titan forces itself to stand. Echos of pain travel throughout their body in harsh sounding groans muffled by gritted teeth, a choked half sigh. A faint sob. And finally something cracking. A orchestra of pain.* "Did friend Ceni send you? They were... here, some time ago."

[modlings]

Jules glances at spiggle “ ... YEAH, HES DOIN GREAT!! ” he shouts, though he isn't very loud. Xe tries to get closer to Skin Anon, slipping as xe cannot see where xes going. He groans before speaking, “ Yo- you doing alright? I can't,,, tell. ”

[skin-anon]

"... N-no... we are hurt... BUT we did capture Friend Cheekys attacker! So we are... err happy? Yes. We are happy." *The titan in the dark echoed towards the two as they look towards the hand holding Wolf. His growls were muffed by the fingers that held his beak shut. But still, the noise traveled through the basement as easy as the titans' breathing did.* "It is safe now. He was built/Sculpted with our... aversion to light in mind... Although He does have sharp instruments."

[modlings]

spiggle looks in every direction, every direction except at the two(???) people that were actually there. he couldn't! they'd just look dumb.

while in the process of ignoring the feeling of blood dripping from his body, they sucked in a shaky breath and decided to force a question out.

"... sharp instruments.. like-- like what? knives? or.."

[modlings]

*His ears flick, he hears spiggle yelling*

“ Ugh, can he be any louder. ”

*He grabbed some gloves out of his desk*

He opened the door to his room. It had been very quiet there since skin anons disappearance. Going down to the first floor, to discover what spiggle could be yelling about at this hour.

The "breathing" from earlier was quite loud now that he was closer.

He finally found his voice to question spiggle.

“ Why are you yelling-?? ”

[modlings]

spiggle looked down to see jules talking to him, snickering again at the fact that they heard them.

"oh, you again," he remarked. "I'm yelling because there's someone in this room, and I'm tryna tell em that, maybe they should, i don't know, stop baking that bread. that's what it smells like in here."

the disconcerting wind/breath sounds continue as spiggle speaks, making them look towards the door again and mutter something foreign.

[modlings]

“ Oh, ” xe pauses “ Well maybe we should go in then. I don't have sticky fingers. ” xe puts xyr hands up, showing xyr gloves.

[modlings]

"huh. sweet."

spiggle hasn't learned their lesson from the first time, so they tried to pick the nonexistent lock with a claw, which leads to being unsuccessful and instead ends up hurting that paw. he sucks in a breath through his teeth and shakes off his paw before eventually opening the door with the other paw.

they snicker before actually looking at what was going on in the basement. it was incredibly dark, with only the lights in the hallway just slightly making it easier to see what was going on. even then it was hard to tell.

"what... the fuck am i lookin at?" spiggle asked to no one in particular. "looks like a weird kinda... sss.... what's the word. the thing that shrek lives in."

[modlings]

Jules coughs while looking around, trying to figure out exactly what he was seeing. “ Eh...swamp? ”

[modlings]

"yeah! that, that! that's sorta what it looks like... are-are those tree branches..? no- stumps. no. no, those are full on fucking trees."

spiggle squints his eyes more, even though he didn't need to. he could see it pretty clearly.

the room looked fucked up, to say the least; there were gashes on the walls, the place was flooded with a dark substance, the lightbulb was broken, there was a mantis leg that spiggle had pointed out already.

spiggle tried taking a step into the basement, but immediately retracted his foot the second he felt liquid.

they exclaimed, "DAMN?? I DIDN'T KNOW IT'D BE FLOODED THAT MUCH!! you'd drown in there. i think."

[skin-anon]

*Noises... voices... A yell... a cough... Patch slowly opens a majority of its remaining eyes, Having fallen asleep sometime after their friend; Ceni left the basement.*

*The Patchwork titan inhales, its' ribs-like comb clicking against the cylinder in its chest in a haphazard manner as it breaths. They watch the light enter from the hallway. Having gotten used to the pain in its damaged body, the Titan shifts. Using its' oversized arms' elbow to shift itself deeper into the darkness. The prisoner in the melted, oversized claw did his best attempt of a struggle. Assuming the ones entering to be his ally.* *The darker than dark liquid shifts and flows, it felt thicker than water. Yet even from the briefest amount of touch did not leave the felines' paw wet. The Titans' movement forces the heavy liquid to shift, flowing away as They shift away from the light invading the basement.* *Remains of the once many tree legs float in the liquid, some close to the stairs. Others more like dead trees that have not been uprooted yet. Standing like pillars deeper within the now swamp of a basement. The air reeking of the sweet smell of freshly baked bread.* *Somewhere in the dark, stretched out basement was a mantis blade arm. Big as a oak tree, and thicker than one. Floating around closer towards the generator room... Patch was thankful They closed the door separating the basement and the generator before too much of this... sickeningly sweet smelling blood flooded the buildings' power supply.* *The Titan does not say a word, things felt wrong... It struggles to pinpoint whose voices echo from the stairs.*

[modlings]

spiggle now knew that it most likely wasn't some weird swamp because, no doubt about it, it was breathing. in some way, shape or form, there was breathing.

spiggle had a feeling that maybe, just maybe...

"can.. can you talk? can you move??" spiggle yells, not as loud as he was before, but yelling just loud enough that in case if.... whatever's down there had issues with hearing, it could at least hear their voice.

[skin-anon]

"Who... are you?" *Patch groaned the words out an answer, and question. Pain drips from the cacophony of voices. The titan managed to hold back a whimper of pain as they try to get an angle to peer out at the people in the open doorway. A colorful array of eyes dot where their skin once did, more visible than they once were. Risked the blinding light as Patch moves its' smaller, less damaged hand to the corner to peek around it. Before yanking the arm back with the faintest sound of a pained hiss. Trying to limit further injury while seeing who is at the steps.* "Friends... modlings?" *The wounded tower questioned, hope and anxiety teetering on their voices as the prisoner continued his struggling. Deep muffled growling at being held in place for weeks on end.*

[modlings]

The creature looks around, not being able to see well. But recognizing the voice he was hearing, “ ..Sk- skin anon?? SKIN ANON?? ” he yells to see if his ears did not deceive him.

[modlings]

TW: MENTIONS OF NAUSEA + BLOOD

"that's an anon..." spiggle mutters, connecting the dots. he stays silent for a second before his body jolts at the realization, their breath catching. "so-- SO THAT'S ALL-?!?"

his chest aches and his throat closed up, as if he were being choked. being choked. the thought just makes his throat hurt and increases the feeling. his perpetually shaking hands shook more, yet he tries to hide it by doing a confident kinda pose, with their hands at their hips, with his claws slowly digging into their own skin.

the nausea. god, the nausea. felt damn near insufferable. bile even burned the back of his throat, threatening to come out anytime soon. nah, he couldn't do that now! it's pathetic, how they have to try their best, just to be able to handle the sight.

[skin-anon]

TW: MENTIONS OF BLOOD "Friend... Jules? Is your friend... okay?" *The titan of an anon questions, tempted to peek out into the light again to get a better look at them. Hope filling up the voices when Patch recognized the voice of a friend.* "I-I... I can't move... Is anyone hurt? Was there anyone new? Please tell us that everyone is safe." *The titans' breath hitches as they they further converse, oh how badly Patch wanted to hug the creature. They silently lamented their remaining legs as they tried momentarily to stand, leaning against a wall. Using its free arm to grab the wall itself simply to stand.* *The large quantity of blood shifts like a river as the titan forces itself to stand. Echos of pain travel throughout their body in harsh sounding groans muffled by gritted teeth, a choked half sigh. A faint sob. And finally something cracking. A orchestra of pain.* "Did friend Ceni send you? They were... here, some time ago."

[modlings]

Jules glances at spiggle “ ... YEAH, HES DOIN GREAT!! ” he shouts, though he isn't very loud. Xe tries to get closer to Skin Anon, slipping as xe cannot see where xes going. He groans before speaking, “ Yo- you doing alright? I can't,,, tell. ”

[modlings]

*His ears flick, he hears spiggle yelling*

“ Ugh, can he be any louder. ”

*He grabbed some gloves out of his desk*

He opened the door to his room. It had been very quiet there since skin anons disappearance. Going down to the first floor, to discover what spiggle could be yelling about at this hour.

The "breathing" from earlier was quite loud now that he was closer.

He finally found his voice to question spiggle.

“ Why are you yelling-?? ”

[modlings]

spiggle looked down to see jules talking to him, snickering again at the fact that they heard them.

"oh, you again," he remarked. "I'm yelling because there's someone in this room, and I'm tryna tell em that, maybe they should, i don't know, stop baking that bread. that's what it smells like in here."

the disconcerting wind/breath sounds continue as spiggle speaks, making them look towards the door again and mutter something foreign.

[modlings]

“ Oh, ” xe pauses “ Well maybe we should go in then. I don't have sticky fingers. ” xe puts xyr hands up, showing xyr gloves.

[modlings]

"huh. sweet."

spiggle hasn't learned their lesson from the first time, so they tried to pick the nonexistent lock with a claw, which leads to being unsuccessful and instead ends up hurting that paw. he sucks in a breath through his teeth and shakes off his paw before eventually opening the door with the other paw.

they snicker before actually looking at what was going on in the basement. it was incredibly dark, with only the lights in the hallway just slightly making it easier to see what was going on. even then it was hard to tell.

"what... the fuck am i lookin at?" spiggle asked to no one in particular. "looks like a weird kinda... sss.... what's the word. the thing that shrek lives in."

[modlings]

Jules coughs while looking around, trying to figure out exactly what he was seeing. “ Eh...swamp? ”

[modlings]

"yeah! that, that! that's sorta what it looks like... are-are those tree branches..? no- stumps. no. no, those are full on fucking trees."

spiggle squints his eyes more, even though he didn't need to. he could see it pretty clearly.

the room looked fucked up, to say the least; there were gashes on the walls, the place was flooded with a dark substance, the lightbulb was broken, there was a mantis leg that spiggle had pointed out already.

spiggle tried taking a step into the basement, but immediately retracted his foot the second he felt liquid.

they exclaimed, "DAMN?? I DIDN'T KNOW IT'D BE FLOODED THAT MUCH!! you'd drown in there. i think."

[skin-anon]

*Noises... voices... A yell... a cough... Patch slowly opens a majority of its remaining eyes, Having fallen asleep sometime after their friend; Ceni left the basement.*

*The Patchwork titan inhales, its' ribs-like comb clicking against the cylinder in its chest in a haphazard manner as it breaths. They watch the light enter from the hallway. Having gotten used to the pain in its damaged body, the Titan shifts. Using its' oversized arms' elbow to shift itself deeper into the darkness. The prisoner in the melted, oversized claw did his best attempt of a struggle. Assuming the ones entering to be his ally.* *The darker than dark liquid shifts and flows, it felt thicker than water. Yet even from the briefest amount of touch did not leave the felines' paw wet. The Titans' movement forces the heavy liquid to shift, flowing away as They shift away from the light invading the basement.* *Remains of the once many tree legs float in the liquid, some close to the stairs. Others more like dead trees that have not been uprooted yet. Standing like pillars deeper within the now swamp of a basement. The air reeking of the sweet smell of freshly baked bread.* *Somewhere in the dark, stretched out basement was a mantis blade arm. Big as a oak tree, and thicker than one. Floating around closer towards the generator room... Patch was thankful They closed the door separating the basement and the generator before too much of this... sickeningly sweet smelling blood flooded the buildings' power supply.* *The Titan does not say a word, things felt wrong... It struggles to pinpoint whose voices echo from the stairs.*

[modlings]

spiggle now knew that it most likely wasn't some weird swamp because, no doubt about it, it was breathing. in some way, shape or form, there was breathing.

spiggle had a feeling that maybe, just maybe...

"can.. can you talk? can you move??" spiggle yells, not as loud as he was before, but yelling just loud enough that in case if.... whatever's down there had issues with hearing, it could at least hear their voice.

[skin-anon]

"Who... are you?" *Patch groaned the words out an answer, and question. Pain drips from the cacophony of voices. The titan managed to hold back a whimper of pain as they try to get an angle to peer out at the people in the open doorway. A colorful array of eyes dot where their skin once did, more visible than they once were. Risked the blinding light as Patch moves its' smaller, less damaged hand to the corner to peek around it. Before yanking the arm back with the faintest sound of a pained hiss. Trying to limit further injury while seeing who is at the steps.* "Friends... modlings?" *The wounded tower questioned, hope and anxiety teetering on their voices as the prisoner continued his struggling. Deep muffled growling at being held in place for weeks on end.*

[modlings]

The creature looks around, not being able to see well. But recognizing the voice he was hearing, “ ..Sk- skin anon?? SKIN ANON?? ” he yells to see if his ears did not deceive him.

[modlings]

TW: MENTIONS OF NAUSEA + BLOOD

"that's an anon..." spiggle mutters, connecting the dots. he stays silent for a second before his body jolts at the realization, their breath catching. "so-- SO THAT'S ALL-?!?"

his chest aches and his throat closed up, as if he were being choked. being choked. the thought just makes his throat hurt and increases the feeling. his perpetually shaking hands shook more, yet he tries to hide it by doing a confident kinda pose, with their hands at their hips, with his claws slowly digging into their own skin.

the nausea. god, the nausea. felt damn near insufferable. bile even burned the back of his throat, threatening to come out anytime soon. nah, he couldn't do that now! it's pathetic, how they have to try their best, just to be able to handle the sight.

[modlings]

*His ears flick, he hears spiggle yelling*

“ Ugh, can he be any louder. ”

*He grabbed some gloves out of his desk*

He opened the door to his room. It had been very quiet there since skin anons disappearance. Going down to the first floor, to discover what spiggle could be yelling about at this hour.

The "breathing" from earlier was quite loud now that he was closer.

He finally found his voice to question spiggle.

“ Why are you yelling-?? ”

[modlings]

spiggle looked down to see jules talking to him, snickering again at the fact that they heard them.

"oh, you again," he remarked. "I'm yelling because there's someone in this room, and I'm tryna tell em that, maybe they should, i don't know, stop baking that bread. that's what it smells like in here."

the disconcerting wind/breath sounds continue as spiggle speaks, making them look towards the door again and mutter something foreign.

[modlings]

“ Oh, ” xe pauses “ Well maybe we should go in then. I don't have sticky fingers. ” xe puts xyr hands up, showing xyr gloves.

[modlings]

"huh. sweet."

spiggle hasn't learned their lesson from the first time, so they tried to pick the nonexistent lock with a claw, which leads to being unsuccessful and instead ends up hurting that paw. he sucks in a breath through his teeth and shakes off his paw before eventually opening the door with the other paw.

they snicker before actually looking at what was going on in the basement. it was incredibly dark, with only the lights in the hallway just slightly making it easier to see what was going on. even then it was hard to tell.

"what... the fuck am i lookin at?" spiggle asked to no one in particular. "looks like a weird kinda... sss.... what's the word. the thing that shrek lives in."

[modlings]

Jules coughs while looking around, trying to figure out exactly what he was seeing. “ Eh...swamp? ”

[modlings]

"yeah! that, that! that's sorta what it looks like... are-are those tree branches..? no- stumps. no. no, those are full on fucking trees."

spiggle squints his eyes more, even though he didn't need to. he could see it pretty clearly.

the room looked fucked up, to say the least; there were gashes on the walls, the place was flooded with a dark substance, the lightbulb was broken, there was a mantis leg that spiggle had pointed out already.

spiggle tried taking a step into the basement, but immediately retracted his foot the second he felt liquid.

they exclaimed, "DAMN?? I DIDN'T KNOW IT'D BE FLOODED THAT MUCH!! you'd drown in there. i think."

[skin-anon]

*Noises... voices... A yell... a cough... Patch slowly opens a majority of its remaining eyes, Having fallen asleep sometime after their friend; Ceni left the basement.*

*The Patchwork titan inhales, its' ribs-like comb clicking against the cylinder in its chest in a haphazard manner as it breaths. They watch the light enter from the hallway. Having gotten used to the pain in its damaged body, the Titan shifts. Using its' oversized arms' elbow to shift itself deeper into the darkness. The prisoner in the melted, oversized claw did his best attempt of a struggle. Assuming the ones entering to be his ally.* *The darker than dark liquid shifts and flows, it felt thicker than water. Yet even from the briefest amount of touch did not leave the felines' paw wet. The Titans' movement forces the heavy liquid to shift, flowing away as They shift away from the light invading the basement.* *Remains of the once many tree legs float in the liquid, some close to the stairs. Others more like dead trees that have not been uprooted yet. Standing like pillars deeper within the now swamp of a basement. The air reeking of the sweet smell of freshly baked bread.* *Somewhere in the dark, stretched out basement was a mantis blade arm. Big as a oak tree, and thicker than one. Floating around closer towards the generator room... Patch was thankful They closed the door separating the basement and the generator before too much of this... sickeningly sweet smelling blood flooded the buildings' power supply.* *The Titan does not say a word, things felt wrong... It struggles to pinpoint whose voices echo from the stairs.*

[modlings]

spiggle now knew that it most likely wasn't some weird swamp because, no doubt about it, it was breathing. in some way, shape or form, there was breathing.

spiggle had a feeling that maybe, just maybe...

"can.. can you talk? can you move??" spiggle yells, not as loud as he was before, but yelling just loud enough that in case if.... whatever's down there had issues with hearing, it could at least hear their voice.

[skin-anon]

"Who... are you?" *Patch groaned the words out an answer, and question. Pain drips from the cacophony of voices. The titan managed to hold back a whimper of pain as they try to get an angle to peer out at the people in the open doorway. A colorful array of eyes dot where their skin once did, more visible than they once were. Risked the blinding light as Patch moves its' smaller, less damaged hand to the corner to peek around it. Before yanking the arm back with the faintest sound of a pained hiss. Trying to limit further injury while seeing who is at the steps.* "Friends... modlings?" *The wounded tower questioned, hope and anxiety teetering on their voices as the prisoner continued his struggling. Deep muffled growling at being held in place for weeks on end.*

[modlings]

The creature looks around, not being able to see well. But recognizing the voice he was hearing, “ ..Sk- skin anon?? SKIN ANON?? ” he yells to see if his ears did not deceive him.

[modlings]

*His ears flick, he hears spiggle yelling*

“ Ugh, can he be any louder. ”

*He grabbed some gloves out of his desk*

He opened the door to his room. It had been very quiet there since skin anons disappearance. Going down to the first floor, to discover what spiggle could be yelling about at this hour.

The "breathing" from earlier was quite loud now that he was closer.

He finally found his voice to question spiggle.

“ Why are you yelling-?? ”

[modlings]

spiggle looked down to see jules talking to him, snickering again at the fact that they heard them.

"oh, you again," he remarked. "I'm yelling because there's someone in this room, and I'm tryna tell em that, maybe they should, i don't know, stop baking that bread. that's what it smells like in here."

the disconcerting wind/breath sounds continue as spiggle speaks, making them look towards the door again and mutter something foreign.

[modlings]

“ Oh, ” xe pauses “ Well maybe we should go in then. I don't have sticky fingers. ” xe puts xyr hands up, showing xyr gloves.

[modlings]

"huh. sweet."

spiggle hasn't learned their lesson from the first time, so they tried to pick the nonexistent lock with a claw, which leads to being unsuccessful and instead ends up hurting that paw. he sucks in a breath through his teeth and shakes off his paw before eventually opening the door with the other paw.

they snicker before actually looking at what was going on in the basement. it was incredibly dark, with only the lights in the hallway just slightly making it easier to see what was going on. even then it was hard to tell.

"what... the fuck am i lookin at?" spiggle asked to no one in particular. "looks like a weird kinda... sss.... what's the word. the thing that shrek lives in."

[modlings]

Jules coughs while looking around, trying to figure out exactly what he was seeing. “ Eh...swamp? ”

[modlings]

"yeah! that, that! that's sorta what it looks like... are-are those tree branches..? no- stumps. no. no, those are full on fucking trees."

spiggle squints his eyes more, even though he didn't need to. he could see it pretty clearly.

the room looked fucked up, to say the least; there were gashes on the walls, the place was flooded with a dark substance, the lightbulb was broken, there was a mantis leg that spiggle had pointed out already.

spiggle tried taking a step into the basement, but immediately retracted his foot the second he felt liquid.

they exclaimed, "DAMN?? I DIDN'T KNOW IT'D BE FLOODED THAT MUCH!! you'd drown in there. i think."

[skin-anon]

*Noises... voices... A yell... a cough... Patch slowly opens a majority of its remaining eyes, Having fallen asleep sometime after their friend; Ceni left the basement.*

*The Patchwork titan inhales, its' ribs-like comb clicking against the cylinder in its chest in a haphazard manner as it breaths. They watch the light enter from the hallway. Having gotten used to the pain in its damaged body, the Titan shifts. Using its' oversized arms' elbow to shift itself deeper into the darkness. The prisoner in the melted, oversized claw did his best attempt of a struggle. Assuming the ones entering to be his ally.* *The darker than dark liquid shifts and flows, it felt thicker than water. Yet even from the briefest amount of touch did not leave the felines' paw wet. The Titans' movement forces the heavy liquid to shift, flowing away as They shift away from the light invading the basement.* *Remains of the once many tree legs float in the liquid, some close to the stairs. Others more like dead trees that have not been uprooted yet. Standing like pillars deeper within the now swamp of a basement. The air reeking of the sweet smell of freshly baked bread.* *Somewhere in the dark, stretched out basement was a mantis blade arm. Big as a oak tree, and thicker than one. Floating around closer towards the generator room... Patch was thankful They closed the door separating the basement and the generator before too much of this... sickeningly sweet smelling blood flooded the buildings' power supply.* *The Titan does not say a word, things felt wrong... It struggles to pinpoint whose voices echo from the stairs.*

[modlings]

spiggle now knew that it most likely wasn't some weird swamp because, no doubt about it, it was breathing. in some way, shape or form, there was breathing.

spiggle had a feeling that maybe, just maybe...

"can.. can you talk? can you move??" spiggle yells, not as loud as he was before, but yelling just loud enough that in case if.... whatever's down there had issues with hearing, it could at least hear their voice.

[modlings]

*His ears flick, he hears spiggle yelling*

“ Ugh, can he be any louder. ”

*He grabbed some gloves out of his desk*

He opened the door to his room. It had been very quiet there since skin anons disappearance. Going down to the first floor, to discover what spiggle could be yelling about at this hour.

The "breathing" from earlier was quite loud now that he was closer.

He finally found his voice to question spiggle.

“ Why are you yelling-?? ”

[modlings]

spiggle looked down to see jules talking to him, snickering again at the fact that they heard them.

"oh, you again," he remarked. "I'm yelling because there's someone in this room, and I'm tryna tell em that, maybe they should, i don't know, stop baking that bread. that's what it smells like in here."

the disconcerting wind/breath sounds continue as spiggle speaks, making them look towards the door again and mutter something foreign.

[modlings]

“ Oh, ” xe pauses “ Well maybe we should go in then. I don't have sticky fingers. ” xe puts xyr hands up, showing xyr gloves.

[modlings]

"huh. sweet."

spiggle hasn't learned their lesson from the first time, so they tried to pick the nonexistent lock with a claw, which leads to being unsuccessful and instead ends up hurting that paw. he sucks in a breath through his teeth and shakes off his paw before eventually opening the door with the other paw.

they snicker before actually looking at what was going on in the basement. it was incredibly dark, with only the lights in the hallway just slightly making it easier to see what was going on. even then it was hard to tell.

"what... the fuck am i lookin at?" spiggle asked to no one in particular. "looks like a weird kinda... sss.... what's the word. the thing that shrek lives in."

[modlings]

Jules coughs while looking around, trying to figure out exactly what he was seeing. “ Eh...swamp? ”

[modlings]

"yeah! that, that! that's sorta what it looks like... are-are those tree branches..? no- stumps. no. no, those are full on fucking trees."

spiggle squints his eyes more, even though he didn't need to. he could see it pretty clearly.

the room looked fucked up, to say the least; there were gashes on the walls, the place was flooded with a dark substance, the lightbulb was broken, there was a mantis leg that spiggle had pointed out already.

spiggle tried taking a step into the basement, but immediately retracted his foot the second he felt liquid.

they exclaimed, "DAMN?? I DIDN'T KNOW IT'D BE FLOODED THAT MUCH!! you'd drown in there. i think."

[modlings]

*His ears flick, he hears spiggle yelling*

“ Ugh, can he be any louder. ”

*He grabbed some gloves out of his desk*

He opened the door to his room. It had been very quiet there since skin anons disappearance. Going down to the first floor, to discover what spiggle could be yelling about at this hour.

The "breathing" from earlier was quite loud now that he was closer.

He finally found his voice to question spiggle.

“ Why are you yelling-?? ”

[modlings]

spiggle looked down to see jules talking to him, snickering again at the fact that they heard them.

"oh, you again," he remarked. "I'm yelling because there's someone in this room, and I'm tryna tell em that, maybe they should, i don't know, stop baking that bread. that's what it smells like in here."

the disconcerting wind/breath sounds continue as spiggle speaks, making them look towards the door again and mutter something foreign.

[modlings]

“ Oh, ” xe pauses “ Well maybe we should go in then. I don't have sticky fingers. ” xe puts xyr hands up, showing xyr gloves.

[modlings]

"huh. sweet."

spiggle hasn't learned their lesson from the first time, so they tried to pick the nonexistent lock with a claw, which leads to being unsuccessful and instead ends up hurting that paw. he sucks in a breath through his teeth and shakes off his paw before eventually opening the door with the other paw.

they snicker before actually looking at what was going on in the basement. it was incredibly dark, with only the lights in the hallway just slightly making it easier to see what was going on. even then it was hard to tell.

"what... the fuck am i lookin at?" spiggle asked to no one in particular. "looks like a weird kinda... sss.... what's the word. the thing that shrek lives in."

[modlings]

Jules coughs while looking around, trying to figure out exactly what he was seeing. “ Eh...swamp? ”

[modlings]

*His ears flick, he hears spiggle yelling*

“ Ugh, can he be any louder. ”

*He grabbed some gloves out of his desk*

He opened the door to his room. It had been very quiet there since skin anons disappearance. Going down to the first floor, to discover what spiggle could be yelling about at this hour.

The "breathing" from earlier was quite loud now that he was closer.

He finally found his voice to question spiggle.

“ Why are you yelling-?? ”

[modlings]

spiggle looked down to see jules talking to him, snickering again at the fact that they heard them.

"oh, you again," he remarked. "I'm yelling because there's someone in this room, and I'm tryna tell em that, maybe they should, i don't know, stop baking that bread. that's what it smells like in here."

the disconcerting wind/breath sounds continue as spiggle speaks, making them look towards the door again and mutter something foreign.

[modlings]

“ Oh, ” xe pauses “ Well maybe we should go in then. I don't have sticky fingers. ” xe puts xyr hands up, showing xyr gloves.

[modlings]

"huh. sweet."

spiggle hasn't learned their lesson from the first time, so they tried to pick the nonexistent lock with a claw, which leads to being unsuccessful and instead ends up hurting that paw. he sucks in a breath through his teeth and shakes off his paw before eventually opening the door with the other paw.

they snicker before actually looking at what was going on in the basement. it was incredibly dark, with only the lights in the hallway just slightly making it easier to see what was going on. even then it was hard to tell.

"what... the fuck am i lookin at?" spiggle asked to no one in particular. "looks like a weird kinda... sss.... what's the word. the thing that shrek lives in."