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HEY. HEY, SNIPPY-BOOT. WANT TO PLAY I SPY?

Sure. I guess.

"You…" Pilot growled, approaching the toy puffin. He kicked aside several dolls and stuffed animals as he slowly made his way towards the bird.

“Are you looking for Captain, Pi?” the puffin asked once Pilot was a few feet away from him. “Because I know where your beloved leader is." Pilot froze. "What have you done with Captain, shoe?" he asked softly. Pilot heard the plushie chuckle before it said, "Oh, I can’t tell you, Pi. It’s a secret." Curling his hands into fists, the aviator grabbed the puffin, shaking it as he screamed, "Tell me!"

"Grggghhgh-"

“What?! Tell me where Captain is!” Pilot shook the bird violently, demanding an answer.

The bird was about to speak again but both of them fell silent once Snippy, who was several rooms away, started banging several pots together. Pilot looked back at the door, dropping the stuffed animal. After the racket died down, he turned his attention back to Kittyhawk, who was now lying on its side on the floor. The puffin told him, “Oh, it looks like Sprinkles is finally here.”

Snippy wondered why he always seemed to be in situations like this, as he stared at the sharp teeth of the mutant cat named ‘Sprinkles’. Time and time again he found himself staring at what seemed to be the end of him. Yet he always managed to survive. Surely a creature that looks like it popped out of the imagination of a child wouldn’t be the death of him.

But as the creature lowered itself down, ready to pounce again, Snippy, (left with nothing but a pot to defend himself), began to feel doubtful. No. Of course this would be the way. Something ridiculous and deadly. Not starvation, not hostiles, no…A mutant ‘friend’ of Pilot’s had to be the way.

Snippy tightened his grip on the remaining pot he was still holding, but stayed where he was on the floor. Yes, this might indeed be the end, as ridiculous as it sounds, but he wasn’t going to give up. Snippy would fight till the very end. And the end might be very soon.

"Oh, would it be bad if she hurt your precious ‘Captain’, Pi? Hmm?" the puffin chuckled. "C-Captain? She’s going to hurt my Captain?!" Without wasting any more time, Pilot grabbed his katana, which was leaning on the wall by the door, and rushed out of the room. “Captain!” he screamed at the top of his lungs as he ran down the hall, “I will stop the flying rainbow sandal!” The aviator heard a loud hiss and he skid to a stop. Entering the kitchen, the pilot held his katana out in front of him, nervous. Snippy was on the ground, holding a pot. “Shoe, what are you-“ Pilot froze once he heard the mutant snarl. Miss Sprinkles, who was crouching down on the floor, turned to look at Pilot. "Where is Captain, Sprinkles?!" Pilot yelled at the feline. The cat’s ears were flattened against its head and it slowly approached the DEX. "Tell me where my captain is, you shoe!" Pilot yelled before charging at the mutant. The beast moved out of the way, and as Pilot rushed past it he suddenly tripped over one of the pots on the floor.

#((I'M SORRY I'M HORRIBLE AND TOOK FOREVER TO REPLY #))#((SO SORRY))#oh-pilot #Photoshop to the rescue?#((ah! Sorry!))

Snippy scrambled up to his feet as Sprinkles was distracted by Pilot's entrance. The creature hissed, frantically glancing between the aviator and the sniper. It hesitated only momentarily before taking off, exiting the room from where Pilot had just been.

Snippy straightened up, a little puzzled by the mutant's action. He glanced at the pilot before cautiously following it. He carefully peered around the corner

The creature pounced! Snippy tried to duck but Sprinkles still managed to clip him with his back paws. It knocked him on to his back and it skidded across the floor. It glanced between the two again, trying to decide who to take first, when a loud roar echoed through the base.

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made a separate blog for snippytime so that I can do asks now. itssnippytime.tumblr.com I still have snippytime as well. .yeah..

#((ooc post))#((still not sure how everything is going to work out))#((I'm going to keep this one but I don't know how the activity will change yet))#Maybe this will go back to just posting my gifs and vids and itssnippytime will be the rp one?#I dunno #lets see what happens #(())#(( ))#((blah blah))

((yay I can do asks now!!))

HEY. HEY, SNIPPY-BOOT. WANT TO PLAY I SPY?

Sure. I guess.

Unable to find Captain, Pilot headed back towards the hallway, after peeking out from behind the door, making sure that the mutant wasn’t in the hall. He quickly darted across the hallway and into Engie’s room, before yelling, “Captain?! Captain, come on-“

“Pilot… Pilot…” The aviator thought he heard a someone call out. He froze before he crept back towards the hall. “Pilot…” The voice seemed to be coming from his room. He gulped before asking himself whether or not it was worth going back in his room and encountering Mr. Kittyhawk again. The DEX cautiously made his way to his bedroom.

In the center of the room, his toy puffin was sitting upright, seemingly staring at Pilot as he entered the room.

“Hello Pilot.”

Snippy raised the mop, trying to block the attack but it was no use. Sprinkles swung its paw and knocked the sniper off his feet, sending him tumbling across the floor and snapping the mop handle in half.

He scrambled back to his feet making an attempt for the broken half of the mop. Sprinkles screeched and jumped in front of his path. Snippy slid to a stop and switched directions, running instead toward a couple of pots just a few feet away. He managed to grab hold of them and bang them together, hoping to scare the thing off. Sprinkles hissed, raising her shoulders and lowering her head. Snippy screamed as he beat them together again and again, trying to come off as intimidating as possible.

For a moment it seemed to work. Sprinkles flinched back, hissing at Snippy as she receded further back. But it didn’t work long. Just as Snippy was feeling confident that he could actually escape, Sprinkles pounced. Snippy threw one of the pots at her and tried to jump out of the way, but stumbled over another stray pan and fell on his back. He rolled over on to his side but froze at the sight of Sprinkles just a few feet from him, her teeth bared.

damn

"You…" Pilot growled, approaching the toy puffin. He kicked aside several dolls and stuffed animals as he slowly made his way towards the bird.

“Are you looking for Captain, Pi?” the puffin asked once Pilot was a few feet away from him. “Because I know where your beloved leader is." Pilot froze. "What have you done with Captain, shoe?" he asked softly. Pilot heard the plushie chuckle before it said, "Oh, I can’t tell you, Pi. It’s a secret." Curling his hands into fists, the aviator grabbed the puffin, shaking it as he screamed, "Tell me!"

"Grggghhgh-"

“What?! Tell me where Captain is!” Pilot shook the bird violently, demanding an answer.

The bird was about to speak again but both of them fell silent once Snippy, who was several rooms away, started banging several pots together. Pilot looked back at the door, dropping the stuffed animal. After the racket died down, he turned his attention back to Kittyhawk, who was now lying on its side on the floor. The puffin told him, “Oh, it looks like Sprinkles is finally here.”

#((unless of course someone comes save him))#oh-pilot #((HALP I MIGHT ACCIDENTALLLY KILL OFF SNIPPY))#((oops))#((AND SORRY I TOOK FOREVER!))

Snippy wondered why he always seemed to be in situations like this, as he stared at the sharp teeth of the mutant cat named 'Sprinkles'. Time and time again he found himself staring at what seemed to be the end of him. Yet he always managed to survive. Surely a creature that looks like it popped out of the imagination of a child wouldn't be the death of him.

But as the creature lowered itself down, ready to pounce again, Snippy, (left with nothing but a pot to defend himself), began to feel doubtful. No. Of course this would be the way. Something ridiculous and deadly. Not starvation, not hostiles, no...A mutant 'friend' of Pilot's had to be the way.

Snippy tightened his grip on the remaining pot he was still holding, but stayed where he was on the floor. Yes, this might indeed be the end, as ridiculous as it sounds, but he wasn't going to give up. Snippy would fight till the very end. And the end might be very soon.

CAPTAIN TOLD ME TO WISH YOU A HAPPY BIRTHDAY. ... HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SHOE.

*sigh* It’s not my birthday, Pilot :|

Well Captain is, while not surprising in the least, he’s wrong. We have to eat and now Snippy has to go find some more and that does take a while….!

NO. SNIPPY HAS TO STAY IN HIS ROOM NOW. AND CAPTAIN IS NEVER WRONG, SHOE. SHE/HE IS ALWAYS RIGHT.

WHEN HAS CAPTAIN EVER BEEN WRONG, SHOE?

Hey! If you have a problem with how long it takes you can go look for your own food! Look, I’m going whether Captain likes it or not.

FINE THEN, SHOE.

…

HERE PHOTOSHOP! I’VE GOT A TASTY GUNNY-GUN FOR YOU!

#((snippy gives up))#oh-pilot #alexzeeengineer

You know what, fine. It’s not like you weren't going to give it to her anyway.

CAPTAIN TOLD ME TO WISH YOU A HAPPY BIRTHDAY. ... HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SHOE.

*sigh* It’s not my birthday, Pilot :|

>.< Most likely not. Pilot you do realize that that was our last can of beans right? And that, besides what you think, we definitely have to eat, right?

STOP YOUR WHINING, SHOES. CAPTAIN TOLD ME THAT HIS/HER MINIONS DON’T NEED TO EAT. I HAVEN’T EATEN SINCE… UMM… ONE, TWO, SEVEN, THREE, SIX…

Well Captain is, while not surprising in the least, he’s wrong. We have to eat and now Snippy has to go find some more and that does take a while….!

NO. SNIPPY HAS TO STAY IN HIS ROOM NOW. AND CAPTAIN IS NEVER WRONG, SHOE. SHE/HE IS ALWAYS RIGHT.

WHEN HAS CAPTAIN EVER BEEN WRONG, SHOE?

#((sorry ive been absent))#((ill try to get to the other one when i get home))#oh-pilot #alexzeeengineer

Hey! If you have a problem with how long it takes you can go look for your own food! Look, I'm going whether Captain likes it or not.

CAPTAIN TOLD ME TO WISH YOU A HAPPY BIRTHDAY. ... HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SHOE.

*sigh* It’s not my birthday, Pilot :|

NO! CAPTAIN TOLD ME TO MAKE SURE YOU DON’T LEAVE YOUR ROOM, SNIPPY-BOOT!

I’m leaving, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

IF YOU LEAVE YOUR ROOM, I’LL LET PHOTOSHOP EAT YOUR GUNNY-GUN, SHOE.

…

SHE IS VERY HUNGRY. SHE ALREADY ATE ALL OF THE BEANS.

You feed her the beans!? Pilot we were going to eat those!

PHOTOSHOP WAS HUNGRY, BOOT. STOP BEING SUCH A SELFISH SNAIL.

Photoshop can take care of herself! WE need that food!

LIES. PHOTOSHOP CAN’T TAKE CARE OF HERSELF. THAT’S WHY CAPTAIN TOLD ME TO TAKE CARE OF HER.

YOU AND THE SLIPPER DON’T EVEN NEED TO EAT.

You’re joking right? Please tell me you’re joking! He’s just playing with us right Snippy?!

#((I think its actually canon that Snippy doesn't need to eat cause of the biomatrix thing))#((but I like to think he still gets hungry))#oh-pilot #alexzeeengineer #((Engie's got to eat))#((and I dunno about Pilot))

>.< Most likely not. Pilot you do realize that that was our last can of beans right? And that, besides what you think, we definitely have to eat, right?

CAPTAIN TOLD ME TO WISH YOU A HAPPY BIRTHDAY. ... HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SHOE.

*sigh* It’s not my birthday, Pilot :|

NO! CAPTAIN TOLD ME TO MAKE SURE YOU DON’T LEAVE YOUR ROOM, SNIPPY-BOOT!

I’m leaving, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

IF YOU LEAVE YOUR ROOM, I’LL LET PHOTOSHOP EAT YOUR GUNNY-GUN, SHOE.

…

SHE IS VERY HUNGRY. SHE ALREADY ATE ALL OF THE BEANS.

You feed her the beans!? Pilot we were going to eat those!

PHOTOSHOP WAS HUNGRY, BOOT. STOP BEING SUCH A SELFISH SNAIL.

#oh-pilot #alexzeeengineer #BEANSSSSS

Photoshop can take care of herself! WE need that food!

CAPTAIN TOLD ME TO WISH YOU A HAPPY BIRTHDAY. ... HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SHOE.

*sigh* It’s not my birthday, Pilot :|

NO! CAPTAIN TOLD ME TO MAKE SURE YOU DON’T LEAVE YOUR ROOM, SNIPPY-BOOT!

I’m leaving, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

IF YOU LEAVE YOUR ROOM, I’LL LET PHOTOSHOP EAT YOUR GUNNY-GUN, SHOE.

…

SHE IS VERY HUNGRY. SHE ALREADY ATE ALL OF THE BEANS.

You feed her the beans!? Pilot we were going to eat those!

#oh-pilot

CAPTAIN TOLD ME TO WISH YOU A HAPPY BIRTHDAY. ... HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SHOE.

*sigh* It’s not my birthday, Pilot :|

I MUST TELL CAPTAIN OF ENGIE’S TREACHERY.

.

Sorry Engie. Sometimes you just gotta direct the attention elsewhere. And Pilot while you’re at it, tell Captain that I’m leaving my room whether or not this ‘party’ is ready. I’ve got some gathering to do.

NO! CAPTAIN TOLD ME TO MAKE SURE YOU DON’T LEAVE YOUR ROOM, SNIPPY-BOOT!

#((ur jus temptin him Snippy))

I'm leaving, and there's nothing you can do about it.

HEY. HEY, SNIPPY-BOOT. WANT TO PLAY I SPY?

Sure. I guess.

"I must find Captain!" Pilot cried out, rushing past Snippy. He headed down the hall and went inside the TV room, bumping into the door frame painfully. He knocked over a folding chair as he looked for his captain.

"Captain?!" he called out, "Captain?!"

Snippy proceeded cautiously, gripping the mop tightly as he creeped up to the base’s kitchen area. A large hole that Snippy had covered up with a tarp, was torn open, the remains of it fluttering in the wind. The few pots that Snippy had gathered on their journal, were scattered across the floor, most them now dented more than they previously were.

Snippy could still hear a quiet yowling coming from somewhere in the room. Was the thing hurt? He stepped carefully, trying not to alert his presence to Sprinkles, where ever it was. He clutched the mop a little tighter, wishing that it was his gun instead.

He froze. There was a small clicking sound, a hiss, then silence. Nope…this definitely won’t end well.

Unable to find Captain, Pilot headed back towards the hallway, after peeking out from behind the door, making sure that the mutant wasn’t in the hall. He quickly darted across the hallway and into Engie’s room, before yelling, “Captain?! Captain, come on-“

“Pilot… Pilot…” The aviator thought he heard a someone call out. He froze before he crept back towards the hall. “Pilot…” The voice seemed to be coming from his room. He gulped before asking himself whether or not it was worth going back in his room and encountering Mr. Kittyhawk again. The DEX cautiously made his way to his bedroom.

In the center of the room, his toy puffin was sitting upright, seemingly staring at Pilot as he entered the room.

“Hello Pilot.”

#((I COULDN'T FIGURE OUT HOW TO END IT SO IT KEPT GETTING LONGER! D':))#oh-pilot

Snippy raised the mop, trying to block the attack but it was no use. Sprinkles swung its paw and knocked the sniper off his feet, sending him tumbling across the floor and snapping the mop handle in half.

He scrambled back to his feet making an attempt for the broken half of the mop. Sprinkles screeched and jumped in front of his path. Snippy slid to a stop and switched directions, running instead toward a couple of pots just a few feet away. He managed to grab hold of them and bang them together, hoping to scare the thing off. Sprinkles hissed, raising her shoulders and lowering her head. Snippy screamed as he beat them together again and again, trying to come off as intimidating as possible.

For a moment it seemed to work. Sprinkles flinched back, hissing at Snippy as she receded further back. But it didn't work long. Just as Snippy was feeling confident that he could actually escape, Sprinkles pounced. Snippy threw one of the pots at her and tried to jump out of the way, but stumbled over another stray pan and fell on his back. He rolled over on to his side but froze at the sight of Sprinkles just a few feet from him, her teeth bared.

damn

CAPTAIN TOLD ME TO WISH YOU A HAPPY BIRTHDAY. ... HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SHOE.

*sigh* It’s not my birthday, Pilot :|

NO. YOU ARE A SHOE, AND SHOES KNOW NOTHING.

Fine. Then tell me, Pilot, what am I getting for my ‘birthday’?

I’M NOT TELLING YOU, YOU SNIPPITY SNOP! CAPTAIN TOLD ME NOT TO TELL YOU THAT YOU’RE GETTING A PET ROCK FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY!

A pet rock…Okay, I guess that’s not too bad…

HOW DID YOU KNOW?! DID THE SLIPPER TELL YOU?!

Yes Pilot. Between the time I asked you what I’m getting and now, I talked to Engie and was told everything.

I MUST TELL CAPTAIN OF ENGIE’S TREACHERY.

.

#alexzeeengineer #oh-pilot #((sorry Engie))#((Snippy can be a shit))

Sorry Engie. Sometimes you just gotta direct the attention elsewhere. And Pilot while you're at it, tell Captain that I'm leaving my room whether or not this 'party' is ready. I've got some gathering to do.

CAPTAIN TOLD ME TO WISH YOU A HAPPY BIRTHDAY. ... HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SHOE.

*sigh* It’s not my birthday, Pilot :|

NO. YOU ARE A SHOE, AND SHOES KNOW NOTHING.

Fine. Then tell me, Pilot, what am I getting for my ‘birthday’?

I’M NOT TELLING YOU, YOU SNIPPITY SNOP! CAPTAIN TOLD ME NOT TO TELL YOU THAT YOU’RE GETTING A PET ROCK FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY!

A pet rock…Okay, I guess that’s not too bad…

HOW DID YOU KNOW?! DID THE SLIPPER TELL YOU?!

#(Snippy uses sarcasm)#((have fun!))#oh-pilot

Yes Pilot. Between the time I asked you what I’m getting and now, I talked to Engie and was told everything.

HEY. HEY, SNIPPY-BOOT. WANT TO PLAY I SPY?

Sure. I guess.

"Ms. Sprinkles got inside? No, no, no, no…" he said, mishearing what Snippy said. "This is bad…"

The aviator tightened his grip around the mop. Bad sandal. You are not my sword. Go away. He carelessly threw it back inside the closet. He wiped his hands off on his pants, before looking back at Snippy, who was trying to regain his balance.

Is he sleepy? Pilot asked himself. No, he must be tired. He does not do anything during the day. Snippy is a lazy boot.

"No, Pilot I asked-" The clattering of pots and pans followed by a loud yowl interrupted him.

oh man. Snippy reached back for his weapon, only to remember that he had left it with the rat traps. Another yowl echoed down the halls and Snippy quickly snatched up the mop Pilot discarded, holding it in front of him awkwardly. This won’t end well…

"I must find Captain!" Pilot cried out, rushing past Snippy. He headed down the hall and went inside the TV room, bumping into the door frame painfully. He knocked over a folding chair as he looked for his captain.

"Captain?!" he called out, "Captain?!"