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@suiciidemouse
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missminniie-mouse:“" well….. he is kind of obnoxious….. " she mumbled a bit, as if she was worried that mickey could burst into the room any second. " but… are you sure that with death it would...
She shifted a bit where she stood. she never thought of what she was before she woke up in this suit. was she always like this? was she one of those humans? Minnie didn't know.
" a-hah... maybe that's true but..... "
now she felt a little unsure on what to say.
" . . . "
" Ya think I'm right.,...right?
Ya believe me, don'tcha?
You're not like those other blissfully naive idiots....
...Are ya? "
❝I-I-I WAAAAANT TO KN-KNOOOW WHY YOUUU’REEE HE-E-ERE, II’M JUUUST CURIOUSSSS.❞
O H, a hideous mess, was he?
—He’s not going to deny it. A F T E R A L L, he WAS found by the company in one of the few old pizzerias, WHAT wouldn’t start rotting after 30 SO MANY YEARS? All he could give was ( what he thought to be an appropriate response ) a jumbled up ❝I DDON’T KNOW❞ in response.
Another scowl, hidden by his plastic smile. Was this rabbit-like thing taking him for a fool? Was he playing with him?
" ....Look, I just wanted t'get away from my...
Tch, well, I can't call 'em my friends.
I don't even like 'em.
I don't even know how I got here...
What is here, anyways? "
The worn suit looked around him. The place looked even in worse shape than his own Treasure Island...were those animatronic masks in that box over there?
" well..... he is kind of obnoxious..... " she mumbled a bit, as if she was worried that mickey could burst into the room any second.
" but... are you sure that with death it would release us...? a-hah I mean we don't know how this would work, maybe we are bound to the suit no matter what? "
Her last words made the grey mouse flinch, his gloved hands curling into fists. Behind his ever-present smile, he was furious. But most of all, afraid.
" O-of course it would! Death is the only way!
We can't live forever, can we?
We shouldn't be even alive right now!
Life was never ours to receive! "
She crosses her arms " what I even see I mickey? sometimes I don't really remember, I think something like that was a long time ago... maybe when this place was actually open if ya remember.... " sometimes when she slightly remembers the past it honestly made her sad cause that was the time she was kind of normal if you could say that, or atleast when she had eyes and no human teeth.
" but what do ya mean suey? " she asked, most of the time she wasn't aware of what goes on between suey and mickey, probably because mickey never bothered to tell her, she knew it wasn't good because whenever mickey goes in there she would hear somesort of agreement a while later
" He's always so obnoxiously happy!
As if there were a way out of these miserable lives!
The stupid old fool!
But there isn't; I know that now! The only way we can be free
Is through DEATH ! "
He then stopped midrant, slowly turning to look at his fellow suit. Empty holes met empty holes, and the monochrome mouse fiddled with his finger almost nervously.
" You.....ya agree wth me...
Right, Minnie...?"
Headcanon - Suicide Mouse can actually sing better then the original Mickey, but due to him not being the original, he never sings and it just furthers his depression for his talent being wasted.
*Mickey Mouse voice* CRAAAAAAWLING IN MY SKIIIIIIIIIN, THESE WOOOOUUUNDS THEY WIIIIIILL NOT HEEEEAAALLLL
[ yes excellent headcanon accepted ]
[Headcanon Time]
[ When Suey's at his best mood, he's indifferent to everyone and everything. At his worst mood, he laughs. He completely snaps and starts laughing like a maniac like "Look! I'm happy now! ISN'T THIS WHAT YOU WANTED?!?!?"
I thought of this after watching the original pasta and the Happy Mouse/Really Happy Mouse games. I think it's cool and creepy how he gets progressively 'happier' the more messed up things get. IDK?? ]
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A Character-Building Question Meme
Sakura and I tried to come up with a list of questions that we didn’t see around very often, and we wanted to share! So, here it is, yet another character-building question meme.
Leave one of my characters and a number (or more) in my ask, and I will answer:
What foods do they love, and what foods do they refuse to eat?
What is their weapon of choice, and what weapon do they dislike using the most?
What is their preferred method of transportation?
Who did they look up to the most as a child? Who do they look up to as an adult?
What kind of weather makes them happy, and what kind makes them sad?
What languages do they speak? Do they have any idiosyncrasies or identifiable patterns of speech, word usages, etc?
What clothing do they like to wear, and what do they wear most often?
Do they eat a healthy diet? A varied one?
As a child, what did they want to be when they grew up? Did they realize their dream?
What makes them feel safe or secure? What makes them feel insecure or unsafe?
What do they do when they need comfort? Do they seek out a person, a food, an activity, etc?
Do they sing or play any musical instruments, even if just for fun? How well?
What decision in their past did they most analyze and fret over after the fact?
What are they like when they are drunk?
Where in their body do they keep stress or tension?
What do they think about where they currently live? If they could move elsewhere, would they?
Do they have any pet peeves or petty dislikes, and how do they react to encountering them?
What foods do they eat most often? Do they enjoy it?
What is their favorite texture?
Do they like to travel? How do they pack and prepare?
How well do they take criticism? How do they react to others noticing their flaws?
What are they like when they get sick? Do they have a particular system (ears, lungs, etc) that illness gravitates to?
What is their favorite drink?
How do they react to being physically injured or undergoing medical treatment?
What do their hands look and feel like?
How much do they eat, and how often? Do they drink appetite suppressants (tea, coffee, etc)?
Do they have children? Do they want children? What names would they choose?
What is a gift that they have received that was especially touching or significant?
How do they arrange or decorate their living space?
Do they have any allergies or chronic conditions?
suiciidemouse liked for a starter
just how did she get here ; she had no idea, but she knew for a fact that she wanted O U T. she covered her mouth and held her breath, mostly because of the SMELL but also because she couldn’t draw too much attention to herself.
she took a step towards the door ; one, two, THREE —- she accidentally tripped on a cable. she was able to stop herself from falling, but unfortunately not from gasping. she covered her face as though her hands alone could protect her from whatever lurked in the dark. DID IT HEAR HER?
Faint, sluggish steps were drowned out by the cacophonous sound of hands slamming down on piano keys that thundered all over the place. The lights flickered on and off, the footsteps getting louder and louder...
A grey, gloved hand slammed against the doorframe, supporting a vaguely mouse-shaped silhouette that appeared from the darkness beyond the door.
" Aw, why didja run away?
It's not like I wanna hurt ya!
I just wanna end your pain...
I promise it won't hurt a bit! "
[ hey
hey guys
what's Suicide Mouse's favorite food?
......
chop suey ]
Minnie didn't seem to notice that he acted as if he was going to get mad again, maybe that's cause she is technically blind. after all her eyes were missing.
" well maybe you're right... ha, he does kind of act like that around SOME of us I guess... but honestly to me it some times feels that sometimes he has no idea what he's doing a-hah! "
A frustrated growl came out of the mask, and the discolored suit turned around and crossed his arms.
" Honestly! Whaddaya even see in that guy!?
I don't need him to patronize me!
Nothing he can say or do can make my existence any better, anyways... "