Supernova

[mr-supernova-the-janitor]

Hm? What's the problem, kiddo?

Welcome!

This is an ask/rpblog made for my OC, Supernova!

Blog and character by @mod-coffee-is-here, check out my other blogs there and my artworks at @coffee-got-art!

This intro post is a WIP.

Background

Supernova is one of the first few bigger bodies prototypes that led to the success of the bigger bodies experiments, he was never meant to be his own character, but does work as a janitor as the factory.

Gallery

(Artwork from the first semester of 2024, due to some changes soon.)

[mr-supernova-the-janitor]

The least pleasant hallways to be in these days are the ones that are a little too quiet.

Usually, theres a a creak of a board. A rattle of an old fan. A hum of a broken generator or a hiss of an old light.

This section of the old facility has nothing.

The only noise is your feet against the tile, and it nearly echoes against the vast ceilings, torn beams and thick wires crossing back and forth across such like a network.

Do you keep going?

- @your-neighbor-lovebug 🚪

The sound of his heavy paws and the rattling of his backpack, sounds that mostly go unnoticed to his old ears start to bother him... Too loud, every breath he takes is too loud for his liking.

But how bad could it be? He has been here forever, this is the only house he knows, the only home. He can't afford being scared of it.

Slowly, Supernova makes his way further into the hallways, deeper into the somber silent.

[your-neighbor-lovebug]

Fortunately enough, such silence is loud enough to give anyone away.

The pipes up along the ceiling are creaking whenever whatever air is left in the vents is pushed out, but every other time, it’s a little too loud; a little too methodic. A faint scratching can be heard against the pipes, talons just barely unsheathed enough to make noise.

Someone’s watching you work, nigh-invisible up in the chasm above except for the occasional shift of a pipe under their weight. That’s got to be one of the bigger-bodies- no small toy or unaltered human could feasibly get up there.

[mr-supernova-the-janitor]

The low creaking and shufling among the pipe system above his head isn't enough to catch his attention, as he cannot hear them well. It's debatable even how he survived that far, being that careless.

At one point, reaching far inside of the corridors, he stops, dropping his backpack to the ground and kneeling to grab his materials, his voice coming out soft as the pain in his joints makes him whine a bit. Out of it he takes out a collapsible mop and a folding bucket, sighing.

It's just the start of his day, but today in specific... He doesn't feel too alert.

"There's a staarmaan... Waiting in the sky..." He sung, in hopes of coming out of this dreadful feeling, his voice hoarse and low, "He'd like to come and meet us... But he think he'd blow our minds..."

[your-neighbor-lovebug]

An ear flicks, and a misshapen form moves down a few pipes; moving onto a wooden platform only above fifteen feet up with a quiet scratching.

Two yellow eyes peer over the ledge, head leant to one side like a confused dog.

[mr-supernova-the-janitor]

"Geez, this one is deep... Cleaning this place will be a ton..."

Supernova commented to himself, always finding some entertainment in talking alone.

"There's a staaarman... Waiting in the sky..."

"He's told us not to blow it, 'cause he knows it's all worthwhile...."

[memepocalypse]

Let Me Rest

Exhaustion starters!! because i'm so tired man. im so tired. i slept 12 hours and im still so tired.

"You can barely stand any more."

"You're wobbling on your feet."

"When's the last time you rested?"

"Hey - come on - let me help you to bed."

"I got you a blanket."

"No - stop complaining - you're laying down."

"You're going to destroy yourself at this rate."

"You have to rest sometimes."

"I want you to feel better."

"If you feel like everyone hates you, you need to sleep."

"Okay, you're... not making any sense. Go to bed."

"Sleep isn't a failure."

"Rest is important."

"Shut up. Go to bed."

"The nightmares are... really bad..."

"I don't know when I last slept..."

"I'm gonna... elephant the beam... 'n I'm... uh..."

"I texted my friend "spu auash guahg." what does that mean?"

"If I'm going to bed then you... you... uh..."

"... will you stay with me tonight?"

"It's cold..."

"I wanna, um.. I just... bit longer..."

"Just getting a glass of water."

"Nooo I don't need t'sleep..."

"M'fine. It's... is fine. I'm..."

"I've never been so tired in my whole life."

"I've been laying here for hours and I can't sleep."

"I want to cry. I hate this."

"There's nothing left in me."

"I feel like a jukebox. Juice - juice box. Empty juice box."

[mr-supernova-the-janitor]

The least pleasant hallways to be in these days are the ones that are a little too quiet.

Usually, theres a a creak of a board. A rattle of an old fan. A hum of a broken generator or a hiss of an old light.

This section of the old facility has nothing.

The only noise is your feet against the tile, and it nearly echoes against the vast ceilings, torn beams and thick wires crossing back and forth across such like a network.

Do you keep going?

- @your-neighbor-lovebug 🚪

The sound of his heavy paws and the rattling of his backpack, sounds that mostly go unnoticed to his old ears start to bother him... Too loud, every breath he takes is too loud for his liking.

But how bad could it be? He has been here forever, this is the only house he knows, the only home. He can't afford being scared of it.

Slowly, Supernova makes his way further into the hallways, deeper into the somber silent.

[your-neighbor-lovebug]

Fortunately enough, such silence is loud enough to give anyone away.

The pipes up along the ceiling are creaking whenever whatever air is left in the vents is pushed out, but every other time, it’s a little too loud; a little too methodic. A faint scratching can be heard against the pipes, talons just barely unsheathed enough to make noise.

Someone’s watching you work, nigh-invisible up in the chasm above except for the occasional shift of a pipe under their weight. That’s got to be one of the bigger-bodies- no small toy or unaltered human could feasibly get up there.

[mr-supernova-the-janitor]

The low creaking and shufling among the pipe system above his head isn't enough to catch his attention, as he cannot hear them well. It's debatable even how he survived that far, being that careless.

At one point, reaching far inside of the corridors, he stops, dropping his backpack to the ground and kneeling to grab his materials, his voice coming out soft as the pain in his joints makes him whine a bit. Out of it he takes out a collapsible mop and a folding bucket, sighing.

It's just the start of his day, but today in specific... He doesn't feel too alert.

"There's a staarmaan... Waiting in the sky..." He sung, in hopes of coming out of this dreadful feeling, his voice hoarse and low, "He'd like to come and meet us... But he think he'd blow our minds..."

[mr-supernova-the-janitor]

The least pleasant hallways to be in these days are the ones that are a little too quiet.

Usually, theres a a creak of a board. A rattle of an old fan. A hum of a broken generator or a hiss of an old light.

This section of the old facility has nothing.

The only noise is your feet against the tile, and it nearly echoes against the vast ceilings, torn beams and thick wires crossing back and forth across such like a network.

Do you keep going?

- @your-neighbor-lovebug 🚪

The sound of his heavy paws and the rattling of his backpack, sounds that mostly go unnoticed to his old ears start to bother him... Too loud, every breath he takes is too loud for his liking.

But how bad could it be? He has been here forever, this is the only house he knows, the only home. He can't afford being scared of it.

Slowly, Supernova makes his way further into the hallways, deeper into the somber silent.

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[mr-supernova-the-janitor]

for such a big ass facility youd think theyd use their scientists to keep it running

all this much damage in 10 years is horrific. osha who

"Hah! Scientists, yeah... They're using their scientists, aight!"

"And also, this thing has been an occupational safety hazard ever since the first brick was settled. Like, come on... Tours inside this place? Why did they even do that? Whose big brain thought of that?"

"You take a single look on the machinery in this place and you already know that the people working 'ere got at least three kinds of lung diseases"

[mr-supernova-the-janitor]

How do you feel now that the safe Haven's destroyed?

"Horrible."

"But what can I say, it has been hell since forever... Best I can do is keep on living, and make this place..."

He sighs, trying to build up courage.

"And try to make this place somewhat liveable for the little ones still alive, and us, of course."

[mr-supernova-the-janitor]

how tough is it being a janitor in a place like this? do you still clean the ruins?

"Yeah, I do"

"I mean, there's no one here to tell me to do this anymore, I just clean them because... Really, I have nowhere else to go, and it keeps me out of boredom."

"It's where I live and where I have been for a long time... I guess while I'm here, I can still keep it nice and tidy"

"But even then the job is just as hard as it was back then, too big, too messy. The problem now is that it is too dusty and everything is falling apart."

[mr-supernova-the-janitor]

waves!! how are you today?

Supernova kindly waves back, resting his hand on top of his mop.

"G'morning kid"

"I'm doing well, just the usual... How's you?"

"Can I help you with something?"