Father, Look At Me Too!

"HE WILL PULL THE TRIGGER AND THE TRIGGER IS OF LOVE"

[recklessbqtteryburns]

﹕⁅IT SEEMS FATHER IS ALREADY GONE, HES INSANE⁆▹

-A TSP Roleplay account ran by @theyashirocommission-

-This account features Employee 889, Jacob Hadeon-

-Blog under rework! Will still rp-

few rules before you can continue!

I will have a tag for an RP with your blog, and please @ your rp blog if youre going to be sending an ask

I can handle heavy topics just nothing explicit, possible gore and violence will be allowed but put under a “read more”

This blog will handle a few heavy topics in the sense of the character, they are an experiment after all

Their world is a virtual reality, they know this.

I can roleplay from anyone from any fandom! If you have a canon from a specific fandom, put the fandom as well

Jacob loves to talk.

The boss' "name" is Classified.

In RP, you can indeed change the place they are without asking beforehand, just clarify what place it is and how it looks

[fuzzyghost]

[the-news-guy]

[ JACOB HADEON / @reckless-bqttery-burns ]

It's familiar, this is a familiar place, he missed it, he missed the people he cared about, he's seen nothing but blank places and the ocasional out of place thing. Nemesis is his only company, and he's become tired of them quite quickly. So seeing the area around him shift into a place he believes to recognize is a nice change of pace, the metallic shift of his joints and boots making gentle sounds against the ground, his jacket having a new patch onto it on the side with his last name, "HADEON"

Austin sat with a notebook in his hand and the end of a pen in his mouth, clearly deep in thought. He looked...younger? possibly? Like he'd de aged about 5, 10 years. The small streaks of grey were gone from his hair, and faint for head lines from his animated expressions were nowhere to be found. Other than that it seemed not a thing had changed about the man. He mumbled to himself with furrowed brows, and tapped his foot onto nothing as it was hiked up over the other one.

[recklessbqtteryburns]

Jacob caught his voice for a moment before actually speaking, his voice sounding less human, more robotic than before, like he was using a voice box. "Aus- Austin?" He still find it odd to speak the name out loud, it's bad when someone you care about and someone you want dead share a name after all. "That you?" His voice weak, tired, but still awake.

[the-news-guy]

Austin perked up, and smiled wide in recognition. It wasnt the usual smile he saved for jacob, it seemed more... made for tv. "Ah hello! Its nice to see you again, ah-" He suddenly hesitates "Juh...justin? No! jacob!! Yes jacob, hello!"

[recklessbqtteryburns]

An immedeate feeling of something being, wrong, was deeply set within the guy's core, he could feel Nemesis warning him to be more careful. He still had his firearm on his hip, decorated with torn stickers and now having its own hip strap.

Despite his virtual gaze, it felt more human, more real. He gave a weak smile "It's been so long, where did you go? Perhaps you went nowhere and I've simply been stuck in nowhere so long.." His voice loosing power as he speaks, there was an unnatural vividness in his light, and there was red. His visor's display wasn't green, it was red.

He seemed to have taken a bit of distance from the other when usually, he probably would've just picked him up and hugged him. He's become wary, he's become paranoid, but scared? Not really.

[the-news-guy]

[ JACOB HADEON / @reckless-bqttery-burns ]

It's familiar, this is a familiar place, he missed it, he missed the people he cared about, he's seen nothing but blank places and the ocasional out of place thing. Nemesis is his only company, and he's become tired of them quite quickly. So seeing the area around him shift into a place he believes to recognize is a nice change of pace, the metallic shift of his joints and boots making gentle sounds against the ground, his jacket having a new patch onto it on the side with his last name, "HADEON"

Austin sat with a notebook in his hand and the end of a pen in his mouth, clearly deep in thought. He looked...younger? possibly? Like he'd de aged about 5, 10 years. The small streaks of grey were gone from his hair, and faint for head lines from his animated expressions were nowhere to be found. Other than that it seemed not a thing had changed about the man. He mumbled to himself with furrowed brows, and tapped his foot onto nothing as it was hiked up over the other one.

[recklessbqtteryburns]

Jacob caught his voice for a moment before actually speaking, his voice sounding less human, more robotic than before, like he was using a voice box. "Aus- Austin?" He still find it odd to speak the name out loud, it's bad when someone you care about and someone you want dead share a name after all. "That you?" His voice weak, tired, but still awake.

[musingsofguhua]

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[recklessbqtteryburns]

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[the-haunted-office]

theintensevoiceofnumber889​:

The cyborg mutters something to himself again before hearing the question asked to him, which is when he speaks up. “I’ve been “hunting” you could say for a specific person, tall, green eyes with brown hair that goes upwards, usually wears a blue jacket lined with fuzz. An Error code if you will”

Speaks Jacob as he fetches something from behind himself, its a gun, covered in stickers but a gun nonetheless “It’s pay back for what he did to me once. An eye for an eye they say..” He huffs as he passes one of his fingers softly along a line of connection across his neck, its almost like it had been cut off once.

“I can read his signals, his presence tends to make my systems fail more even if he’s not here, it still lingers.” He can feel a shiver go down his spine as an error message appears in his vision, of course he’s been here.

“Sorry for bothering if he’s not here its just, if I can find a trail of him It’ll be so much easier to track him” Jacob’s voice isnt exactly strong, maybe slightly annoyed but that’s about it, he’s fidgeting with his dogtags

“Oh,” Stanley says, at least half of his demeanor changing as he folds his arms and his glowing yellow eyes flicker brighter for a moment before dimming, “yeah, he’s been around here a fair bit. Used to live here, actually, until he up and betrayed my Narrators out of the blue the other day, tried to destroy the office, and tried to kill Thursday, before taking off with their other Protoganist, 221, to do who-knows-what with him.”

He eyes the gun as Jacob shows it to him. “You too, huh? I think you ought to shoot both of his eyes out with that thing. I’m sure my Narrators can get you another gun for that purpose if you need it.” He’s not really joking about this either - he’d be happy to see that asshole killed. He’ll kill him himself, if he can, although he is aware that as a ghost he really can’t do much.

Stanley then sighs and looks around, then back to Jacob, “Well, he did leave behind one hell of a glitchy mess when he was here last, but that has already all been patched up by our little anti-virus. And this office is able to fix itself over time as well. So I’m afraid there isn’t much left. I’m sure that Cyrus and Thursday will let you look around, though. And the little shit promised he’d be back, so there’s also that to look forward to.”

On cue, Thursday appears, not nearly as bubbly and cheerful as she would normally be, but smiling nonetheless.

When he was alive, Stanley never got to spend much time in person with his Narrators. They had sequestered themselves up in their control booth, and a lot of hard feelings between the three of them kept them from being brave enough to see each other outside of the Narrators viewing him through their monitor.

A lot has changed since then and so things are much different now, especially now that Stanley is free from the mist creature and they can all see each other more regularly. In the time since he’s been a ghost and has seen his Narrators wandering around their office, he’s observed them a lot, interacted when he was able, and has learned quite a lot about their in-person mannerisms. Much more than he ever could discern simply by the sound of their voices.

Thursday is smiling, but she’s not happy. She’s nowhere close to happy right now. But Stanley isn’t going to call her out on that at the moment. He understands what she’s going through and will wait until Jacob leaves to properly talk to her about it.

“Here,” Thursday says, handing Jacob’s jacket back to him. “Thanks for letting me use it. You know, blood is really hard to clean out of fabric. Especially white fabric. But I think I got it all! So, ah, why don’t you have a look at it make sure it’s all good to go, and if not I’ll go over it again.”

[recklessbqtteryburns]

"Hah, luckily he's already down one eye last time I checked. Can't believe he was stupid enough to make a deal with malware like that." He sighs, running a hand through his hair as the pulse on the eye of Nemesis starts to lower as his own pulse does, a sound of air pressure comes from inside him.

It takes him a moment to take his coat when Thursday hands it back to him, his system having done a soft boot to deal with the coldness. "Oh don't worry it wouldn't be the first time it gets stained because of what I assume are that fucker's actions."

A huff escapes Jacob, you can see how he's trying to restrain himself from swearing but can't quite hold it in, yeah he goes even further back with his anger for Austin than anyone could ever know. "Did he ever tell you about what he did to me? Or was he too scared of consequences to tell anyone about it?"

The cyborg hesitates for a moment before saying it anyway "It was my first interaction with someone from the parables. I'd ended up in one by accident, and I met him. He insisted my monitor head was just a helmet and kept pulling and pulling, he eventually tore my head off. My systems took a while to shut down but i could still hear him say "Oh what a shame, looks like you were right monitor boy" when he dropped my head."

If you think about it, that gives Jacob such a valid reason to want Austin dead, it was his own first taste of death and it was too soon for that. It makes sense, and explains the line across his whole neck from where it was torn off. "Its why im hunting after him."

[the-haunted-office]

theintensevoiceofnumber889​:

The quiet shiver that goes down Jacob’s spine upon the cold ghost like being appearing before me. He’s missing his jacket, having given it to Thursday beforehand to help her get back to her office. Covered with a red sweater that only reached to his elbows, the white plating on his arms and fingers gave away the obvious, inhumanity. “Cold…” He mutters to himself as he takes a hold of his arms by crossing them “Uhm, I’m here to get my jacket back. And I don’t really, think whatever danger is here could genuinely do much to me, I’m searching for someone that I think has passed through here.”

Jacob speaks a bit quieter, his voice hoarse as his voice box refuses to work properly. He’d have moved back to avoid the cold that Stanley gave off, he looks too familiar for his desire but as he remembers, Nemesis has explained about all the alternate parables, I mean, he keeps getting stuck in one without a narrator so he kinda just waits to be kicked out.

But he believes Stanley is one of the more common ones that appears throughout, 427 he remembers, he’s seen that door in the office he works for, one day the guy came into the door and never got back out he heard from the others and when they checked on him he was gone, no trace of him.

“Could the ah lady that I gave it to give it back please? I forgot her name.”

Stanley - who has always been the best of the three Haunted Office residents at diplomacy and reading others - steps back immediately upon realizing he is at least one of the causes of the other’s discomfort. He isn’t offended at all, and it’s merely a passing thought which he logs away before addressing the next concern.

“Your jacket?” he asks, and then he suddenly understands who he is looking at. “Oh, you must be Jacob, the one who helped Thursday the other day. Thank you for that - we really appreciate it. Things weren’t looking so well then, were they?”

He goes to call his Narrators’ attention, but it seems he and Jacob already have it, because Thursday’s voice comes on over the speakers.

“I’ve got it up here with me, Jacob,” she says. A pause, almost as if she is hesitating, and then: “I’ll bring it down to you in a moment. But please stay where you are with Stanley, and get out of here right away if you’re told to, okay?” And then mic is shut off without any further explanation and there is silence from upstairs again.

“Sorry about that,” Stanley goes ahead and explains for Thursday while she makes her way downstairs. “She’s just worried about your safety. There have been a couple of attacks here, aside from the one where you found her all beat up, and is incidentally why I look like this,” he laughs, gesturing at his own semi-transparent body while trying to be lighthearted so as to soothe everyone’s nerves.

“Who else are you looking for that passed through here, by the way? I may be dead, but if they’ve been in this office, then I’ve seen them.”

[recklessbqtteryburns]

The cyborg mutters something to himself again before hearing the question asked to him, which is when he speaks up. "I've been "hunting" you could say for a specific person, tall, green eyes with brown hair that goes upwards, usually wears a blue jacket lined with fuzz. An Error code if you will"

Speaks Jacob as he fetches something from behind himself, its a gun, covered in stickers but a gun nonetheless "It's pay back for what he did to me once. An eye for an eye they say.." He huffs as he passes one of his fingers softly along a line of connection across his neck, its almost like it had been cut off once.

"I can read his signals, his presence tends to make my systems fail more even if he's not here, it still lingers." He can feel a shiver go down his spine as an error message appears in his vision, of course he's been here.

"Sorry for bothering if he's not here its just, if I can find a trail of him It'll be so much easier to track him" Jacob's voice isnt exactly strong, maybe slightly annoyed but that's about it, he's fidgeting with his dogtags

[the-haunted-office]

(A starter for @theintensevoiceofnumber889 )

This whole being between dead and alive thing is both weird and normal to Stanley.

It’s normal because he’s been dead for… quite some time now. He honestly doesn’t know for how long, as time in the offices is strange and unreliable to begin with, but he does feel like it has been at least a few months. A few months of hanging out as a mostly incorporeal being, sometimes able to manifest himself corporeally, but most of the time not.

It’s been a struggle for him, existing in this state, if he’s honest. A struggle for both him and his two Narrators. And he’s tried his very best to be there as much as possible, particularly in times of need, but it hasn’t been easy for him. As easy as it is for him to walk through walls and be generally not-seen, it’s just as difficult - if not more so - for him to interact with the living, physical world. It takes energy and willpower in a way that’s difficult even for him to understand.

Everything is weird for him because of everything else. Sure, he’s been dead for several months, but he’s also still been alive in some ways, like watching life take place from behind a plate of glass, although sometimes he’s been able to step through the glass.

But he can’t eat, he can’t sleep, he can’t feel… anything, really. He can feel emotions, which he is grateful for in a way, but as for physical sensations? Hardly anything. Just a ghost of a feeling, very much in the same way that he himself is a ghost. Existing, while not existing.

Well, at least he’s here. That much he is grateful for. He is here and out of the belly of the beast, a second, more permanent death for him no longer a concern. It’s still a concern for his hundreds of coworkers who are still stuck inside the mist, and he intends on sticking around until they’re all freed. He’s going to work as diligently as he can alongside his Narrators until every last one of them is freed, including the Narrators themselves, for they are also victims.

He can feel the pull of whatever happens after death, but he’s fighting against it, and that tends to drain his energy even now. His Narrators are busy trying to figure out a way of providing a source of energy to him, which Stanley has found to be electricity, which he discovered by wandering around in some other offices. Nothing in this office runs on electricity, though, hence why he isn’t as strong as he could be otherwise.

He still is able to see the newcomer when he appears in the Haunted Office, though. And he is able to approach him, mostly visible while still being visibly semi-transparent.

His yellow eyes glow a little brighter and as he goes over to intercept the visitor.

“Hello,” he says with a small, polite wave and a small, polite smile. “Sorry, but it’s not really safe for visitors right now, and the Narrators have asked that everyone reach out to them via the office chat system instead. They can see and hear you right now, though, so if you explain who you are I’m sure they’ll be happy to be in touch.”

[recklessbqtteryburns]

The quiet shiver that goes down Jacob's spine upon the cold ghost like being appearing before me. He's missing his jacket, having given it to Thursday beforehand to help her get back to her office. Covered with a red sweater that only reached to his elbows, the white plating on his arms and fingers gave away the obvious, inhumanity.

"Cold..." He mutters to himself as he takes a hold of his arms by crossing them "Uhm, I'm here to get my jacket back. And I don't really, think whatever danger is here could genuinely do much to me, I'm searching for someone that I think has passed through here."

Jacob speaks a bit quieter, his voice hoarse as his voice box refuses to work properly. He'd have moved back to avoid the cold that Stanley gave off, he looks too familiar for his desire but as he remembers, Nemesis has explained about all the alternate parables, I mean, he keeps getting stuck in one without a narrator so he kinda just waits to be kicked out.

But he believes Stanley is one of the more common ones that appears throughout, 427 he remembers, he's seen that door in the office he works for, one day the guy came into the door and never got back out he heard from the others and when they checked on him he was gone, no trace of him.

"Could the ah lady that I gave it to give it back please? I forgot her name."

[veralena-deactivated20240731]

Sorry for acting weird the scientist that created me did not regulate my test tube fluids properly.

[strawbnyanarchive]

[ilcuorenellostomaco]

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Voice sync tests

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[recklessbqtteryburns]

His footsteps were loud against the halls, the gun in his left hand held harshly as he walked. Jacob was going to get blood on himself and this time it wouldn’t be his own. Should he come across somebody, he will most probably try to destroy them.

[seriousroom]

Feeling his distress as he started crying again, clutching tighter to the nurse, they couldn’t help but instantly comply to his silent requests. Eden wrapped their arms tightly around Jacob again, wanting nothing more but to comfort this sweet boy.

“We’ll stay here then, okay? Just focus on my voice, i’m gonna help you stay calm and nobody is gonna get hurt.” A free hand slid up from his back clasping at his as his fingers desperately clawed at himself, they interlocked fingers with him to stop him from pulling out anymore hair. “Oh Jacob…. I’m not mad, you don’t need to apologize, and you can’t beat yourself up over all this. None of this was your fault and you know this, you just said ‘Nemesis will hurt people’ but, you never said you would. Subconsciously…you know you’d never hurt your friends but, I understand why you might blame yourself seeing how well, it’s your body. But, you’re a very sweet and gentle soul and I need you to stay grounded with that in mind.”

[recklessbqtteryburns]

The contact helped him calm down, the whirring of his fan quieting down softly as he released the tension from his hands, letting go of himself as his audio lowered itself heavily. Jacob just, held Eden back, he felt oh so tired already, having exhausted his power with his emotions and anger. After a little bit of silence he shifted a bit to have Eden let go, but still holding onto them a little

"Can I trust you with something? Its special- It's scary and- uhm-"

Jacob took in a deep breath, shaky but there, he wiped his visor to be able to see properly, it made a quiet sizzle against his arm's metal plates.

"I've been- I don't think i'm- I was killed once-"

The way his voice is shaky as he forces himself to say this, he takes deep breaths trying to calm down before he quietly continues

"He took my monitor- He took it off he- he knews it was connected he did- 445 he-"

He instantly covered his mouth afterwards, he couldn't say more, he'd already said too much and now he's going to have a quiet breakdown again. Only signaled by the picking up of activity of his fan

[recklessbqtteryburns]

His footsteps were loud against the halls, the gun in his left hand held harshly as he walked. Jacob was going to get blood on himself and this time it wouldn’t be his own. Should he come across somebody, he will most probably try to destroy them.

[seriousroom]

“Of course, when can’t your trust you handy little office nurse haha.” They sat up a little bit, eye’s continuously focused onto him, a free hand playing with his hair gently. “I’m not really sure what we’ll do about Nemesis but, maybe if I send you to Gar they’ll be able to give us some answers… I think keeping you away from ‘him’ would be the an important thing as well, until we figure out what actually triggers Nemesis to lose it.” They let out a wistful sigh, wishing that the answers to these problems would just land in their lap without any worries. “Do you need me to hold you for a bit longer by the way or are you feeling a bit better? I don’t mind either way, whatever you think is best, i’ll follow through with.”

[recklessbqtteryburns]

There is a soft whimper when Gar is mentioned, he moves a bit further and looks away, but when asked if he wants to be held more, he shifted closer to them again. The way he looked so tired yet so angry and emotional still was kinda wonderful.

"I don't want Gar to- I dont want them to get hurt by Nemesis- Nemesis will hurt anyone- Nemesis will-"

That's when he looks at Eden with worry and shock in those virtual eyes of his, nemesis will hurt Eden... Oh that's wonderful is it not? The way his breaths start to shake as the tears return, only virtual by now though, their flow was considerably softer now.

"I'm sorry- I'm so sorry- This is my fault I- I took the gun- I held the weapon I- I'm the one that put it to your head"

The way he covers his mouth with his hands and then his whole face, digging his hands into his hair and ripping off some of it, his breaths more unsteady than before, this poor poor boy doesn't know whats coming does he.