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Oh? Well you're quite the interesting Builderman, very different from the one we've encountered.

We think we'll like you quite a bit! We'd give you a hug but we already struggle enough with hugging corporal folks! Hehhehe!

We could give you plenty of company though! If you wish that is.

-C

* "Ah— eh, thank you? I appreciate the thought, you're the second person who had said that to me, heh."

* "... I wouldn't mind some company. It's... lonely here, despite the people."

We suppose we'll give just that! We have the time after all.

•It just... Folds in on themself when they sit down, grumbling a bit before righting itself and sitting properly despite the ever changing form.•

You don't have to answer this if you don't wish to, but we're curious as to what happened if you remember at all!

* ... They oddly remind him of his creations in his early days, where there was nothing but the baseplate and whatever they could ever think of. He thinks they're still roaming somewhere, far from where anyone could find or hurt them.

* "You're the second person to ask that, heh."

* "Sorry to disappoint, I.. don't remember any of it. I know it happened, it hurt a lot, but just... not the details."

* His head hurts again. Why does this keep happening??

Hm. Perhaps someone, or something, doesn't think you need to remember!...

•It said cheerfully before the smile drops slightly then it sighs shaking their head. Oh... Well, they... Kinda looked like Shedletsky and Player mixed together..? Huh, how odd, it probably choose this form to try and be a more... Comforting... Presence.•

Oh who are we kidding, it doesn't matter if you remember what happened or not, we think that all that matters is you're here now. And you're doing the best you can with the limitations you have.

* Well that's reassuring. (Not, but he's not telling them that.)

* Blink. Another blink, his hand reaching up to rub his eyes. Ignoring the wetness and shaking whatever bit of his tears gotten on his gloves. It's an odd feeling, crying idly. Always having to deal with the aftermath despite it still going on.

* Lightly shaking his head, he looked at them again. Oh, he... wasn't imagining it. They do look like th[em]. That's... he isn't sure how to feel about it. His head aches still.

* "Ah..."

* He couldn't help a small smile forming on his face, a short chuckle escaping.

* "Thank you, creators."

We try...

•It looks a little more like Shedletsky now, they figure he's probably a more comforting sight than player is.•

It's... Odd... This whole feeling thing, we haven't exactly gotten a handle on it, heck, we aren't even sure we were supposed to feel!.. We don't exactly like that thought but it is what it is.

* There was silence, the ghost shutting his eyes for a bit before opening them up. They look like Shedletsky now. He couldn't stop the thought of when he's coming back. Maybe he got distracted somewhere. Safe, hopefully.

* He reached his hand out towards them before abruptly pulling back, remembering that he couldn't touch anything.

* "Ah... Haha, it's, slippery like that. I'm sure you'll get it eventually. Even if not, you'll always be learning, at least."

•It sees the attempt to touch it before he pulls away, they don't make a comment on it and... Well they offer a hand out, just to try, it knew that the human rules didn't always apply to them, so it's worth a shot.•

We wish it wasn't such a long learning process...

•It let's out a light laugh, the sound not echoing, it just sounded like there was two- maybe three- people laughing at once to the ghost.*

* Their laughter reminds him of a group of kids, strangely enough. He remembers when there was barely any people, where there was only a few houses and trees, where they're still figuring out how to make living beings. It's an.. odd, trail of thoughts.

* How did he even get here? Maybe it's the unstableness of their form that got him thinking of when he was barely a 'kid'.

* "Heh, I'm sure a lot of people would agree."

* There's a small pause as he looked at the outstretched hand. A part of him knowing that it wasn't going to do anything, yet the other asks him to at least try. Please.

* Slowly, he reached his hand out again, and grabbed the offered hand. He grabbed, he—

* "... Oh."

•It grinned the biggest grin it possibly could without it going off the face, he could touch them, Builderman was able to touch them despite being a ghost.*

We figured as much, it's quite nice don't you think father?

•It laughed again, squeezing his hand lightly, taking the form of player this time, it wasn't nearly as perfect as their Shedletsky form but it was still good enough.•

* Father. Father.

* The ghost's mouth opened slightly from what could only be described as shock. His mind trying to think and process what was just said to him. What they just called him.

* A mix of uncertainty and pride causes him to stare at them for a little too long. The idea of being a father figure to anyone feels overwhelming. He couldn't tell if it's the good or bad kind.

* "..."

* The [Player]'s face greets him when he manages to focus again, blinking at the change. A few moments pass before he manages a smile, squeezing his hand alongside theirs.

* "I... Yeah. It is."

•It picked up on his strange reaction to being called father. They feel a bit sheepish now from that habit slipping out.•

Ah... Our apologies, it's a habit we got from our Builderman. He may not have been our actual father but him and Father Telamon definitely assisted in our creation. The two were more of a father to us then Roblox ever was, just dumping us on a mortal family...

•The last bit was muttered under its breath, form shifting again and changing, though they still held his hand, the form taking hold of someone that might seem familiar, might not.•

* "Ah!— no, it's okay! Just... wasn't expecting it, eheh.."

* Is he that surprised by there being seemingly another him? Of course not, he already knows that's a thing that just, exists.

* He does seem to pause at the mention of Roblox, though. Despite them never really existing to him, nor Shed, it just... he doesn't want to think about it. Like always.

* "... why am i not surprised..."

* Watching as their form shifts, he idly thought of when Shed tried choosing a form he liked. There were so many options, so many possibilities. He ended up staying the same because of it.

* He doesn't recognize anyone in particular in those changing forms, bits and pieces look familiar, but never a full picture.

•It says nothing for a while, just staring at the hands as the form settled, 1x1x1x1. Interesting how they chose the original one.•

We... I miss being in a state of nothingness... A being with little to no sense of direction or identity, but I suppose even Chaos needs to become something at some point.

•it places a hand in what would be their ribcage, the body sort of just absorbing the hand, digging around for something it seemed.•

* The appearance of 1x1x1x1 was practically a jumpscare to the poor Ghost, physically startled by their form. He blinked for a few more seconds before accepting that yeah, he's just gonna be looking at someone he failed for a little while.

* "... Haha, I guess that's true. It's, hard to make something stay as nothing. One way or another, it'll be something. Whether if you want it to or not."

* There's a few minutes of silence, before he chuckles a bit nervously.

* "If, that makes any sense, ehe..."

* He seems, oddly unfazed at the fact that they're basically looking through their own ribcage. Though, maybe it's just the amount of experience he has with odd skins that it's... not surprising anymore.

#harmony stained with consequences [rp]#an... unfortunate fate... (au builderman)#c anon

•it pulled the fucking Darkheart out of their chest, setting the sword in their lap gently and sighing.•

I remember... Vaguely... I came along with this sword... Barely conscious and unable to really think for my own... My Creator never intended for my existence... but I suppose if you make a weapon intended to kill a god like being there's going to be side effects.

•It's hands balled into fists, now glaring at the form they had taken and quickly changing it to something else, a random Guest.•

Oh? Well you're quite the interesting Builderman, very different from the one we've encountered.

We think we'll like you quite a bit! We'd give you a hug but we already struggle enough with hugging corporal folks! Hehhehe!

We could give you plenty of company though! If you wish that is.

-C

* "Ah— eh, thank you? I appreciate the thought, you're the second person who had said that to me, heh."

* "... I wouldn't mind some company. It's... lonely here, despite the people."

We suppose we'll give just that! We have the time after all.

•It just... Folds in on themself when they sit down, grumbling a bit before righting itself and sitting properly despite the ever changing form.•

You don't have to answer this if you don't wish to, but we're curious as to what happened if you remember at all!

* ... They oddly remind him of his creations in his early days, where there was nothing but the baseplate and whatever they could ever think of. He thinks they're still roaming somewhere, far from where anyone could find or hurt them.

* "You're the second person to ask that, heh."

* "Sorry to disappoint, I.. don't remember any of it. I know it happened, it hurt a lot, but just... not the details."

* His head hurts again. Why does this keep happening??

Hm. Perhaps someone, or something, doesn't think you need to remember!...

•It said cheerfully before the smile drops slightly then it sighs shaking their head. Oh... Well, they... Kinda looked like Shedletsky and Player mixed together..? Huh, how odd, it probably choose this form to try and be a more... Comforting... Presence.•

Oh who are we kidding, it doesn't matter if you remember what happened or not, we think that all that matters is you're here now. And you're doing the best you can with the limitations you have.

* Well that's reassuring. (Not, but he's not telling them that.)

* Blink. Another blink, his hand reaching up to rub his eyes. Ignoring the wetness and shaking whatever bit of his tears gotten on his gloves. It's an odd feeling, crying idly. Always having to deal with the aftermath despite it still going on.

* Lightly shaking his head, he looked at them again. Oh, he... wasn't imagining it. They do look like th[em]. That's... he isn't sure how to feel about it. His head aches still.

* "Ah..."

* He couldn't help a small smile forming on his face, a short chuckle escaping.

* "Thank you, creators."

We try...

•It looks a little more like Shedletsky now, they figure he's probably a more comforting sight than player is.•

It's... Odd... This whole feeling thing, we haven't exactly gotten a handle on it, heck, we aren't even sure we were supposed to feel!.. We don't exactly like that thought but it is what it is.

* There was silence, the ghost shutting his eyes for a bit before opening them up. They look like Shedletsky now. He couldn't stop the thought of when he's coming back. Maybe he got distracted somewhere. Safe, hopefully.

* He reached his hand out towards them before abruptly pulling back, remembering that he couldn't touch anything.

* "Ah... Haha, it's, slippery like that. I'm sure you'll get it eventually. Even if not, you'll always be learning, at least."

•It sees the attempt to touch it before he pulls away, they don't make a comment on it and... Well they offer a hand out, just to try, it knew that the human rules didn't always apply to them, so it's worth a shot.•

We wish it wasn't such a long learning process...

•It let's out a light laugh, the sound not echoing, it just sounded like there was two- maybe three- people laughing at once to the ghost.*

* Their laughter reminds him of a group of kids, strangely enough. He remembers when there was barely any people, where there was only a few houses and trees, where they're still figuring out how to make living beings. It's an.. odd, trail of thoughts.

* How did he even get here? Maybe it's the unstableness of their form that got him thinking of when he was barely a 'kid'.

* "Heh, I'm sure a lot of people would agree."

* There's a small pause as he looked at the outstretched hand. A part of him knowing that it wasn't going to do anything, yet the other asks him to at least try. Please.

* Slowly, he reached his hand out again, and grabbed the offered hand. He grabbed, he—

* "... Oh."

•It grinned the biggest grin it possibly could without it going off the face, he could touch them, Builderman was able to touch them despite being a ghost.*

We figured as much, it's quite nice don't you think father?

•It laughed again, squeezing his hand lightly, taking the form of player this time, it wasn't nearly as perfect as their Shedletsky form but it was still good enough.•

* Father. Father.

* The ghost's mouth opened slightly from what could only be described as shock. His mind trying to think and process what was just said to him. What they just called him.

* A mix of uncertainty and pride causes him to stare at them for a little too long. The idea of being a father figure to anyone feels overwhelming. He couldn't tell if it's the good or bad kind.

* "..."

* The [Player]'s face greets him when he manages to focus again, blinking at the change. A few moments pass before he manages a smile, squeezing his hand alongside theirs.

* "I... Yeah. It is."

•It picked up on his strange reaction to being called father. They feel a bit sheepish now from that habit slipping out.•

Ah... Our apologies, it's a habit we got from our Builderman. He may not have been our actual father but him and Father Telamon definitely assisted in our creation. The two were more of a father to us then Roblox ever was, just dumping us on a mortal family...

•The last bit was muttered under its breath, form shifting again and changing, though they still held his hand, the form taking hold of someone that might seem familiar, might not.•

* "Ah!— no, it's okay! Just... wasn't expecting it, eheh.."

* Is he that surprised by there being seemingly another him? Of course not, he already knows that's a thing that just, exists.

* He does seem to pause at the mention of Roblox, though. Despite them never really existing to him, nor Shed, it just... he doesn't want to think about it. Like always.

* "... why am i not surprised..."

* Watching as their form shifts, he idly thought of when Shed tried choosing a form he liked. There were so many options, so many possibilities. He ended up staying the same because of it.

* He doesn't recognize anyone in particular in those changing forms, bits and pieces look familiar, but never a full picture.

#harmony stained with consequences [rp]#c anon #an... unfortunate fate... (au builderman)

•It says nothing for a while, just staring at the hands as the form settled, 1x1x1x1. Interesting how they chose the original one.•

We... I miss being in a state of nothingness... A being with little to no sense of direction or identity, but I suppose even Chaos needs to become something at some point.

•it places a hand in what would be their ribcage, the body sort of just absorbing the hand, digging around for something it seemed.•

Oh? Well you're quite the interesting Builderman, very different from the one we've encountered.

We think we'll like you quite a bit! We'd give you a hug but we already struggle enough with hugging corporal folks! Hehhehe!

We could give you plenty of company though! If you wish that is.

-C

* "Ah— eh, thank you? I appreciate the thought, you're the second person who had said that to me, heh."

* "... I wouldn't mind some company. It's... lonely here, despite the people."

We suppose we'll give just that! We have the time after all.

•It just... Folds in on themself when they sit down, grumbling a bit before righting itself and sitting properly despite the ever changing form.•

You don't have to answer this if you don't wish to, but we're curious as to what happened if you remember at all!

* ... They oddly remind him of his creations in his early days, where there was nothing but the baseplate and whatever they could ever think of. He thinks they're still roaming somewhere, far from where anyone could find or hurt them.

* "You're the second person to ask that, heh."

* "Sorry to disappoint, I.. don't remember any of it. I know it happened, it hurt a lot, but just... not the details."

* His head hurts again. Why does this keep happening??

Hm. Perhaps someone, or something, doesn't think you need to remember!...

•It said cheerfully before the smile drops slightly then it sighs shaking their head. Oh... Well, they... Kinda looked like Shedletsky and Player mixed together..? Huh, how odd, it probably choose this form to try and be a more... Comforting... Presence.•

Oh who are we kidding, it doesn't matter if you remember what happened or not, we think that all that matters is you're here now. And you're doing the best you can with the limitations you have.

* Well that's reassuring. (Not, but he's not telling them that.)

* Blink. Another blink, his hand reaching up to rub his eyes. Ignoring the wetness and shaking whatever bit of his tears gotten on his gloves. It's an odd feeling, crying idly. Always having to deal with the aftermath despite it still going on.

* Lightly shaking his head, he looked at them again. Oh, he... wasn't imagining it. They do look like th[em]. That's... he isn't sure how to feel about it. His head aches still.

* "Ah..."

* He couldn't help a small smile forming on his face, a short chuckle escaping.

* "Thank you, creators."

We try...

•It looks a little more like Shedletsky now, they figure he's probably a more comforting sight than player is.•

It's... Odd... This whole feeling thing, we haven't exactly gotten a handle on it, heck, we aren't even sure we were supposed to feel!.. We don't exactly like that thought but it is what it is.

* There was silence, the ghost shutting his eyes for a bit before opening them up. They look like Shedletsky now. He couldn't stop the thought of when he's coming back. Maybe he got distracted somewhere. Safe, hopefully.

* He reached his hand out towards them before abruptly pulling back, remembering that he couldn't touch anything.

* "Ah... Haha, it's, slippery like that. I'm sure you'll get it eventually. Even if not, you'll always be learning, at least."

•It sees the attempt to touch it before he pulls away, they don't make a comment on it and... Well they offer a hand out, just to try, it knew that the human rules didn't always apply to them, so it's worth a shot.•

We wish it wasn't such a long learning process...

•It let's out a light laugh, the sound not echoing, it just sounded like there was two- maybe three- people laughing at once to the ghost.*

* Their laughter reminds him of a group of kids, strangely enough. He remembers when there was barely any people, where there was only a few houses and trees, where they're still figuring out how to make living beings. It's an.. odd, trail of thoughts.

* How did he even get here? Maybe it's the unstableness of their form that got him thinking of when he was barely a 'kid'.

* "Heh, I'm sure a lot of people would agree."

* There's a small pause as he looked at the outstretched hand. A part of him knowing that it wasn't going to do anything, yet the other asks him to at least try. Please.

* Slowly, he reached his hand out again, and grabbed the offered hand. He grabbed, he—

* "... Oh."

•It grinned the biggest grin it possibly could without it going off the face, he could touch them, Builderman was able to touch them despite being a ghost.*

We figured as much, it's quite nice don't you think father?

•It laughed again, squeezing his hand lightly, taking the form of player this time, it wasn't nearly as perfect as their Shedletsky form but it was still good enough.•

* Father. Father.

* The ghost's mouth opened slightly from what could only be described as shock. His mind trying to think and process what was just said to him. What they just called him.

* A mix of uncertainty and pride causes him to stare at them for a little too long. The idea of being a father figure to anyone feels overwhelming. He couldn't tell if it's the good or bad kind.

* "..."

* The [Player]'s face greets him when he manages to focus again, blinking at the change. A few moments pass before he manages a smile, squeezing his hand alongside theirs.

* "I... Yeah. It is."

#harmony stained with consequences [rp]#c anon #c the we #an... unfortunate fate... (au builderman)

•It picked up on his strange reaction to being called father. They feel a bit sheepish now from that habit slipping out.•

Ah... Our apologies, it's a habit we got from our Builderman. He may not have been our actual father but him and Father Telamon definitely assisted in our creation. The two were more of a father to us then Roblox ever was, just dumping us on a mortal family...

•The last bit was muttered under its breath, form shifting again and changing, though they still held his hand, the form taking hold of someone that might seem familiar, might not.•

gummy bears or gummy worms?

Neither. Well- actually- both. We aren't sure-

•They're pretty torn over a simple question. Usually it'd have a more confident answer, even if they were split on it, something's wrong. Or is it really that indecisive over gummy?•

why are you called C?

We actually don't know, it's just our name.

•it shrugged, going back it their fishing... They've been doing that a lot recently. Hm.•

#c anon #c the we #silly little goobers (asks)#LOOOORREEE

Im not sure if anybody had asked this before, or if y'all comfortable with sharing, but what universe are y'all from?

Uhm... Technically. We are from multiple universes, so long as there is..

•It hesitated for a moment before letting out a sigh, fidgeting with their form.•

As long as there is a specific weapon in the universe we can travel to it.

what exactly are you guys?

We... We just are!

•It's very obviously uncomfortable, the form glancing off to the side, a nervous laugh coming from their mouth.•

We're not entirely sure what exactly we are ourselves but, we're here aren't we?

•A bold lie.•

thoughts on food in general ?

Yummy!

whats up

can you guys… eat food?

We can! It's not a necessity but we are able to eat.

We also don't need sleep or anything like that, most basic human functions, aside from breathing, are things we don't need.

can you guyz turn into sksjbidi toilet

No. We aren't able to turn into inanimate objects, even if it's not entirely an object.

Oh? Well you're quite the interesting Builderman, very different from the one we've encountered.

We think we'll like you quite a bit! We'd give you a hug but we already struggle enough with hugging corporal folks! Hehhehe!

We could give you plenty of company though! If you wish that is.

-C

* "Ah— eh, thank you? I appreciate the thought, you're the second person who had said that to me, heh."

* "... I wouldn't mind some company. It's... lonely here, despite the people."

We suppose we'll give just that! We have the time after all.

•It just... Folds in on themself when they sit down, grumbling a bit before righting itself and sitting properly despite the ever changing form.•

You don't have to answer this if you don't wish to, but we're curious as to what happened if you remember at all!

* ... They oddly remind him of his creations in his early days, where there was nothing but the baseplate and whatever they could ever think of. He thinks they're still roaming somewhere, far from where anyone could find or hurt them.

* "You're the second person to ask that, heh."

* "Sorry to disappoint, I.. don't remember any of it. I know it happened, it hurt a lot, but just... not the details."

* His head hurts again. Why does this keep happening??

Hm. Perhaps someone, or something, doesn't think you need to remember!...

•It said cheerfully before the smile drops slightly then it sighs shaking their head. Oh... Well, they... Kinda looked like Shedletsky and Player mixed together..? Huh, how odd, it probably choose this form to try and be a more... Comforting... Presence.•

Oh who are we kidding, it doesn't matter if you remember what happened or not, we think that all that matters is you're here now. And you're doing the best you can with the limitations you have.

* Well that's reassuring. (Not, but he's not telling them that.)

* Blink. Another blink, his hand reaching up to rub his eyes. Ignoring the wetness and shaking whatever bit of his tears gotten on his gloves. It's an odd feeling, crying idly. Always having to deal with the aftermath despite it still going on.

* Lightly shaking his head, he looked at them again. Oh, he... wasn't imagining it. They do look like th[em]. That's... he isn't sure how to feel about it. His head aches still.

* "Ah..."

* He couldn't help a small smile forming on his face, a short chuckle escaping.

* "Thank you, creators."

We try...

•It looks a little more like Shedletsky now, they figure he's probably a more comforting sight than player is.•

It's... Odd... This whole feeling thing, we haven't exactly gotten a handle on it, heck, we aren't even sure we were supposed to feel!.. We don't exactly like that thought but it is what it is.

* There was silence, the ghost shutting his eyes for a bit before opening them up. They look like Shedletsky now. He couldn't stop the thought of when he's coming back. Maybe he got distracted somewhere. Safe, hopefully.

* He reached his hand out towards them before abruptly pulling back, remembering that he couldn't touch anything.

* "Ah... Haha, it's, slippery like that. I'm sure you'll get it eventually. Even if not, you'll always be learning, at least."

•It sees the attempt to touch it before he pulls away, they don't make a comment on it and... Well they offer a hand out, just to try, it knew that the human rules didn't always apply to them, so it's worth a shot.•

We wish it wasn't such a long learning process...

•It let's out a light laugh, the sound not echoing, it just sounded like there was two- maybe three- people laughing at once to the ghost.*

* Their laughter reminds him of a group of kids, strangely enough. He remembers when there was barely any people, where there was only a few houses and trees, where they're still figuring out how to make living beings. It's an.. odd, trail of thoughts.

* How did he even get here? Maybe it's the unstableness of their form that got him thinking of when he was barely a 'kid'.

* "Heh, I'm sure a lot of people would agree."

* There's a small pause as he looked at the outstretched hand. A part of him knowing that it wasn't going to do anything, yet the other asks him to at least try. Please.

* Slowly, he reached his hand out again, and grabbed the offered hand. He grabbed, he—

* "... Oh."

#harmony stained with consequences [rp]#c anon #an... unfortunate fate... (au builderman)#//lmk if you're uncomfortable with Builderman being referred to as father and I'll edit it.

•It grinned the biggest grin it possibly could without it going off the face, he could touch them, Builderman was able to touch them despite being a ghost.*

We figured as much, it's quite nice don't you think father?

•It laughed again, squeezing his hand lightly, taking the form of player this time, it wasn't nearly as perfect as their Shedletsky form but it was still good enough.•

Oh? Well you're quite the interesting Builderman, very different from the one we've encountered.

We think we'll like you quite a bit! We'd give you a hug but we already struggle enough with hugging corporal folks! Hehhehe!

We could give you plenty of company though! If you wish that is.

-C

* "Ah— eh, thank you? I appreciate the thought, you're the second person who had said that to me, heh."

* "... I wouldn't mind some company. It's... lonely here, despite the people."

We suppose we'll give just that! We have the time after all.

•It just... Folds in on themself when they sit down, grumbling a bit before righting itself and sitting properly despite the ever changing form.•

You don't have to answer this if you don't wish to, but we're curious as to what happened if you remember at all!

* ... They oddly remind him of his creations in his early days, where there was nothing but the baseplate and whatever they could ever think of. He thinks they're still roaming somewhere, far from where anyone could find or hurt them.

* "You're the second person to ask that, heh."

* "Sorry to disappoint, I.. don't remember any of it. I know it happened, it hurt a lot, but just... not the details."

* His head hurts again. Why does this keep happening??

Hm. Perhaps someone, or something, doesn't think you need to remember!...

•It said cheerfully before the smile drops slightly then it sighs shaking their head. Oh... Well, they... Kinda looked like Shedletsky and Player mixed together..? Huh, how odd, it probably choose this form to try and be a more... Comforting... Presence.•

Oh who are we kidding, it doesn't matter if you remember what happened or not, we think that all that matters is you're here now. And you're doing the best you can with the limitations you have.

* Well that's reassuring. (Not, but he's not telling them that.)

* Blink. Another blink, his hand reaching up to rub his eyes. Ignoring the wetness and shaking whatever bit of his tears gotten on his gloves. It's an odd feeling, crying idly. Always having to deal with the aftermath despite it still going on.

* Lightly shaking his head, he looked at them again. Oh, he... wasn't imagining it. They do look like th[em]. That's... he isn't sure how to feel about it. His head aches still.

* "Ah..."

* He couldn't help a small smile forming on his face, a short chuckle escaping.

* "Thank you, creators."

We try...

•It looks a little more like Shedletsky now, they figure he's probably a more comforting sight than player is.•

It's... Odd... This whole feeling thing, we haven't exactly gotten a handle on it, heck, we aren't even sure we were supposed to feel!.. We don't exactly like that thought but it is what it is.

* There was silence, the ghost shutting his eyes for a bit before opening them up. They look like Shedletsky now. He couldn't stop the thought of when he's coming back. Maybe he got distracted somewhere. Safe, hopefully.

* He reached his hand out towards them before abruptly pulling back, remembering that he couldn't touch anything.

* "Ah... Haha, it's, slippery like that. I'm sure you'll get it eventually. Even if not, you'll always be learning, at least."

#harmony stained with consequences [rp]#c anon #an... unfortunate fate... (au builderman)

•It sees the attempt to touch it before he pulls away, they don't make a comment on it and... Well they offer a hand out, just to try, it knew that the human rules didn't always apply to them, so it's worth a shot.•

We wish it wasn't such a long learning process...

•It let's out a light laugh, the sound not echoing, it just sounded like there was two- maybe three- people laughing at once to the ghost.*

are you eatable

We might be! Though we doubt we'd taste good.

You also might not be able to get ahold of much since our form keeps changing-

#c the we #c anon #silly little goobers (Asks)

Oh hello there little imp!! We should probably talk with you as well hm? It'd be a bit unfair for us to just talk to your grandfather and his siblings!

•For a second, Valk might think this... Being... Is Darkheart, but the ever shape shifting form and the difference in tone might make it clear that this is, infact, not his uncle.•

Say, how have you and your brother been? Anything of interest happen lately?

-C

"Oh- Hey there!" -> He chuckles with a slight wave. "A lot's been happenin', yeah, but we're all good! We've gotten phights back up recently and we're holdin' a big special event!" "Massive bux multiplier and for a limited time, aunt Winds and uncle Lu are joining in as special guests!"

Is that so? Well that's quite a wonderful thing! We're quite glad that Phighting isn't gone just yet, we would attend but we've got things going on unfortunately.

•The attempt to pretend as if it's actually busy is made, but it's pretty obvious that they're just joking, the grin plastered on its face widening slightly.•

Oh who are we kidding, of course we'll be there! Never missing a chance to see our favorite Phighters!

-> Valk chuckles a little and nods. "Yeah! When we were celebratin' Dom's birthday I like- Pulled him aside and told him about the genius plan I came up with. We managed to corner aunt Winds and uncle Lu and asked 'em about it!"

Well that's quite lovely! It didn't take much convincing we hope?

•It tilted the head, which was as slowly trying to take the form of his head, but after a moment of struggling to hold the form properly it gave up.•

Always the extra bits that make us struggle. Darn.

"Aunt Winds wanted to join basically immediately. Uncle Lu took a little convincing since he's like- Been through a lot. But he seems really excited!" "All of my uncles n my grandpa join in on the phights! They're like- Little events that happen! Something to spice up the phights, y'know?"

Well I'm glad you were able to convince both! We'd love to participate but we technically don't have a gear, unless you count the mimicry but we doubt it!

•They giggle, the laughter echoing on nothing it seems, it's almost headache inducing.•

"We uh.... I can't let just ANYONE in, y'know? Ya gotta have gear and all sorts of like- Legal stuff and whatnot. S'real hard to explain unless you're going through the actual process, y'know?"

Oh we know! We've seen a few associates of ours partake, if only temporarily, and we don't exactly have all the requirements.

•It sighs, not really as upset as it was pretending to be, they really needed to work on that- oh- annnnd they look like Dom now, it's... A surprisingly good mimicry of his brother, there are a few things here and there that it didn't quite nail but from a distance they'd definitely look like Dom!•

It's unfortunate but we suppose it's for the better, especially with us being on the move constantly.

"Yeaaaaah.... There's a lotta stuff that a demon's gotta go through if they wanna be a phighter. Me and my brother try hard to make sure everyone's well equipped to handle this kinda stuff!" "Some of the phighters who joined were considered "fan favorites" turning their little trail periods to see if they're fit enough to join in. That's why Subspace is in the phights..."

#valk ic #c the we #the top hosts! (valk/dom)

Yes... Subspace is quite... Interesting isn't he?

•The form of Dom drops and they now take the form of Subspace, a complete copy, •

We can see why he's so well liked as a Phighter, despite his... Insanity... He's been quiet interesting to watch. Hm... Perhaps we'll torment him later...

Oh? Well you're quite the interesting Builderman, very different from the one we've encountered.

We think we'll like you quite a bit! We'd give you a hug but we already struggle enough with hugging corporal folks! Hehhehe!

We could give you plenty of company though! If you wish that is.

-C

* "Ah— eh, thank you? I appreciate the thought, you're the second person who had said that to me, heh."

* "... I wouldn't mind some company. It's... lonely here, despite the people."

We suppose we'll give just that! We have the time after all.

•It just... Folds in on themself when they sit down, grumbling a bit before righting itself and sitting properly despite the ever changing form.•

You don't have to answer this if you don't wish to, but we're curious as to what happened if you remember at all!

* ... They oddly remind him of his creations in his early days, where there was nothing but the baseplate and whatever they could ever think of. He thinks they're still roaming somewhere, far from where anyone could find or hurt them.

* "You're the second person to ask that, heh."

* "Sorry to disappoint, I.. don't remember any of it. I know it happened, it hurt a lot, but just... not the details."

* His head hurts again. Why does this keep happening??

Hm. Perhaps someone, or something, doesn't think you need to remember!...

•It said cheerfully before the smile drops slightly then it sighs shaking their head. Oh... Well, they... Kinda looked like Shedletsky and Player mixed together..? Huh, how odd, it probably choose this form to try and be a more... Comforting... Presence.•

Oh who are we kidding, it doesn't matter if you remember what happened or not, we think that all that matters is you're here now. And you're doing the best you can with the limitations you have.

* Well that's reassuring. (Not, but he's not telling them that.)

* Blink. Another blink, his hand reaching up to rub his eyes. Ignoring the wetness and shaking whatever bit of his tears gotten on his gloves. It's an odd feeling, crying idly. Always having to deal with the aftermath despite it still going on.

* Lightly shaking his head, he looked at them again. Oh, he... wasn't imagining it. They do look like th[em]. That's... he isn't sure how to feel about it. His head aches still.

* "Ah..."

* He couldn't help a small smile forming on his face, a short chuckle escaping.

* "Thank you, creators."

#harmony stained with consequences [rp]#c anon #an... unfortunate fate... (au builderman)#//weeee lore timeeee!!

We try...

•It looks a little more like Shedletsky now, they figure he's probably a more comforting sight than player is.•

It's... Odd... This whole feeling thing, we haven't exactly gotten a handle on it, heck, we aren't even sure we were supposed to feel!.. We don't exactly like that thought but it is what it is.

Oh hello there little imp!! We should probably talk with you as well hm? It'd be a bit unfair for us to just talk to your grandfather and his siblings!

•For a second, Valk might think this... Being... Is Darkheart, but the ever shape shifting form and the difference in tone might make it clear that this is, infact, not his uncle.•

Say, how have you and your brother been? Anything of interest happen lately?

-C

"Oh- Hey there!" -> He chuckles with a slight wave. "A lot's been happenin', yeah, but we're all good! We've gotten phights back up recently and we're holdin' a big special event!" "Massive bux multiplier and for a limited time, aunt Winds and uncle Lu are joining in as special guests!"

Is that so? Well that's quite a wonderful thing! We're quite glad that Phighting isn't gone just yet, we would attend but we've got things going on unfortunately.

•The attempt to pretend as if it's actually busy is made, but it's pretty obvious that they're just joking, the grin plastered on its face widening slightly.•

Oh who are we kidding, of course we'll be there! Never missing a chance to see our favorite Phighters!

-> Valk chuckles a little and nods. "Yeah! When we were celebratin' Dom's birthday I like- Pulled him aside and told him about the genius plan I came up with. We managed to corner aunt Winds and uncle Lu and asked 'em about it!"

Well that's quite lovely! It didn't take much convincing we hope?

•It tilted the head, which was as slowly trying to take the form of his head, but after a moment of struggling to hold the form properly it gave up.•

Always the extra bits that make us struggle. Darn.

"Aunt Winds wanted to join basically immediately. Uncle Lu took a little convincing since he's like- Been through a lot. But he seems really excited!" "All of my uncles n my grandpa join in on the phights! They're like- Little events that happen! Something to spice up the phights, y'know?"

Well I'm glad you were able to convince both! We'd love to participate but we technically don't have a gear, unless you count the mimicry but we doubt it!

•They giggle, the laughter echoing on nothing it seems, it's almost headache inducing.•

"We uh.... I can't let just ANYONE in, y'know? Ya gotta have gear and all sorts of like- Legal stuff and whatnot. S'real hard to explain unless you're going through the actual process, y'know?"