This killed me I just did not expect that at all (response to Roier talking to Acau for the first time)
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This killed me I just did not expect that at all (response to Roier talking to Acau for the first time)
If Cellbit is ending stream that means that Roier’s Tape Two is about to go live-
I kinda wanna write something winter-y tonight but idk what hmm
SMPRonpa: Survival of the Fittest
TW: Unreality, fictional death and violence
Me and my friends started our search for this fic in 2021. It is now 2024, and we have finally found our white whale, courtesy of an anonymous user who sent me a document containing the full text of this work.
SMPRonpa is both a highly controversial and incredibly impactful piece of fanfiction in regards to how the MCYT fandom would evolve in the years past. While the author buried it due to harassment, I believe preserving it is important as it is a huge part of MCYT fandom history. I hope that sharing this finding will help demystify the fic and some of the misconceptions about its content.
Just like with the reconstruction - this is being published with the intentions of media preservation and documentation of fandom history. We ask that you do not attempt to identify or contact the author of this work. They want to be left alone.
I'm normal, I swear! (<- a lie of the highest degree). I have some fluff ideas I'll write soon. Anyways, here's Mike trying to watch through static (cw/tw: implied/referenced mental health issues and referenced drug use):
It's the cold or some Federation bullshit that's keeping Mike out of his side of the link between him and Pac. He's tried to reach out more than once, but nothing has come of it. He wonders if Pac has done the same. He hopes that's the case. What he manages to get from the link is full of static. Like watching an old television that only just barely gets any signal.
It had been a while, or at least Mike thinks it's been a while before he gets something through the static. Forever is acting weird, off almost. He presses his palms into his eyes, for a gentle pressure, hoping it would make the image clearer in his head. Mike is caught off guard by what he could make out of a too wide smile and pure white suit. He doesn't understand. He can feel Pac's anxiety mixed with the static. Though, it's an oddly welcome feeling. Pac's anxiety already felt like static because of his attempts to keep it away from their link. He tries his best to reach out. It doesn't work. He loses what little he could see. It's all static now. It's cold.
Pac's anxiety has always felt like static to him. Sometimes, it's barely noticeable background noise. Other times, it feels like an electric shock. Mike has to calm his own breathing down. He doesn't have the energy. The question becomes how close is he to absolute zero, where all motion stops? All he can feel is pinpricks of cold numbing his extremities and the electric shock of his other half's anxiety. Mike closes his eyes again, hoping to see something through the static. What he sees is Pac leaving a note for Cellbit. That's not a good sign. Mike tries to reach out for Pac. It doesn't work. It's back to pure static. He gets closer to absolute zero.
The next time anything appears in the static, Mike's stomach drops. In Pac's hand are two white pills. The pills are familiar in the most awful way possible. He knows the recipe to those pills. He knows the effects won't be good. Oh, and suddenly, it hits him. The Federation must have given Forever, and now Pac, the pills. He tries again to reach out for Pac. It was more of a pull, trying to yank him away. Pac pauses for only a moment, but only a moment. Mike can taste the pills on his own tongue, plastic, and the artificial cherry-grape-strawberry of children's cough medicine. Pac swallows, and Mike loses to the static again. He can't do anything about it.
Everything is great, perfect even. That's all Mike gets now, though the static. He doesn't want to look. He doesn't want the visual to the emotions he gets through the static. The high of the pills and hysteria induced borderline panic attack is an unpleasant combination through the static. He can only imagine Pac feeling it at full force. Mike has to keep his breathing slow and shallow if he wants to survive. It's cold, freezing, and close to absolute zero.
lo va ganaras a todos confio
lo va ganaras a todos confio
aldos reaction to winning purgatory 2 (he has been live since purgatory started💀)
Cellbit has officially been forced back to the island by the Watcher and he’s going to force himself to kill all his friends because the Watcher says he has to (and the Watcher is never wrong.) And then he meets a lonely little child sitting in Cellbit’s husband’s garden.
He raises his machete, but he falters when he sees the too-big gas mask slung around the kid’s neck. Cellbit recognizes that mask, it’s Roier’s. From Purgatory. He and Cellbit decorated theirs, and this mask has his goofy little smile drawn on the back strap in permanent marker.
The kid doesn’t flinch as Cellbit approaches.
In high-pitched Spanish, the kid remarks, wide-eyed, “You’re a REALLY big Pepito!”
The kid has to crane their head back to look at Cellbit. They smile, gap-toothed, and they wave.
“Wanna sit with Pepito?” they ask.
The Watcher’s presence tickles at the back of Cellbit’s mind, as does the bloodlust.
He sits, anyway, and he places his machete (bloody already, sorry Tina) on the grass next to him. He criss-crosses his legs, and the kid mimics him.
“Where are your parents?” Cellbit asks, definitely not so he can kill said parents.
The kid shrugs. “Apa has been gone for a really long time, but Abuela says that he’s super pendejo, so he’s fine. So Pepito is waiting.”
Something rotten curls in Cellbit’s gut.
“Is your apa Roier?” he asks.
At the kid’s nod and succeeding rant about how cool their Apa Roier is and how he’s probably doing cool superhero things right now, Cellbit feels the rage inside of him spark into something other than self-hatred for the first time in over a month.
“How long has he been missing?” Cellbit asks.
The kid ponders for a moment before holding up both hands with fingers splayed. They close their hands into fists, and then they open them again. 20.
“This many!” they declare. “Probably. Pepito isn’t good at math yet.”
Twenty days. At least. And…
Cellbit sucks in a shuddery breath. “Has anyone been looking for him?”
The kid shakes his head with a shrug. “Pepito looked, but now Pepito is taking a Pepito Break.”
Assuming the kid is Pepito, that means. God.
The Watcher’s claws scratch at Cellbit’s brain, but he ignores Him for the moment. There’s something he needs to take care of before he can continue His war.
“Well, I’ll help you look,” Cellbit says. “Your apa is a good friend of mine.”
Pepito nods sagely. “You’re Pepito’s other dad, uh-huh.”
Cellbit would wonder how Pepito knows who he is considering the fact that Roier has probably already moved on from him, but, well, they’ve probably been hanging around Richarlyson.
(Richarlyson…)
“So you know that I’m going to find him,” Cellbit tells Pepito.
Pepito nods. “Dad Cellbit is a very strong Pepito.”
“And so are you,” Cellbit says.
He reaches out and pulls Pepito’s gas mask up so that he’s holding it over Pepito’s face; it’s too big for them, but if Cellbit adjusts the straps like so…
“There!” he announces, dropping his hands. “Fits perfectly!”
Pepito’s mask is still way too big, but at least it’s on their face now.
Through one of the eye holes, Cellbit can see Pepito’s smile. It makes his heart twist into a sad little knot.
But he won’t get attached, he knows that for sure. He’s going to help find Roier, and then he’ll slip out during the reunion.
He won’t be missed at all once Roier’s family is back together.
qcellbit purgatory 2 lore: i am so depressed and suicidal. all i can do is give into the madness with baghera because our children are dead. i hope my husband is happier without me
qroier lore: i am a rat and i astral projected to hell
A Very Long qRoier Theory
Okay so here's what I actually think, and TRUST THE PROCESS OKAY:
I think that Roier really was kidnapped by the Federation, but I don't think that he was taken because he was looking for Cellbit strictly because the Feds themselves are actually more or less actively searching for the missing islanders and hoping for their return so they can continue the murder investigation. Despite the terrible things going on, the Feds legitimately want all their islanders/lab rats back on the island so they can continue with whatever experiment they're holding. Every time Cucurucho has held a meeting recently, it's asked about the status of the missing islanders, so it really wouldn't make sense for it or the Feds as a whole to punish their one single lead in the case when every actual Federation agent assigned to the case has either come up with nothing or disappeared entirely.
Nah, I think Roier was taken because he was vulnerable and because the Feds figured nobody would've missed him. They know that he isn't really super close with anybody on the island but Cellbit, and they know that he's been actively pushing people away for a while now- basically since Bobby's death, and moreso since his return from Purgatory.
Looking at the QSMP channel's streams, particularly Elena's, we know that the Feds seem to be a pharmaceutical company. They, simply speaking, make drugs. Look at the "happy pills" that Elena helped create, this is what the Feds do.
Roier mentioned that he was drugged. He never said that they stopped drugging him. I think he's still being drugged and that he isn't a rat- not a literal one, anyway.
I think that Roier is still under the effects of the drugs he's being given because he is currently a test subject. He's a lab rat.... at the moment, anyway.
I forgot to mention this in the main post, but one of the reasons why I don’t think “Doied” was real in the stream goes all the way back to October when Bagi and Roier had a conversation about the murders happening on the island. Roier was telling her all about the horrible things that have happened, and he mentioned having voices in his head, and he mentioned having periods where he just blacked out for a bit. Bagi said that she understood because she has Jorge (aka her chat), but Roier was like “No, not like that” which implies that, huh, the voices in his head aren’t his chat. They’re actual voices in his head, and we know who they are based off of previous Roier streams going back before the qsmp even started. We have Doied, at least, and we potentially have Roger and the others.
That’s why I’m pretty certain that everything last night was a dream, or that it was at least a hallucination cooked up by the drugs in qRoier’s system. I’m thinking that it’s a hallucination more along the lines of what qBad was going through at the peak of his soul vulture stuff. Better, think of it like how Forever and Pac saw that fake rock egg as their son despite technically knowing he was missing.
My cats have this meow that means "please come with me to fix this" after which they'll lead me to the problem in question, usually a empty (or 'empty') food bowl or a closed door they want open. They look at the 'problem', they look back at me, clear message.
What fascinates me is how this illustrates what they percieve as being in the realm of my 'power.' I control the food, I control the door, sure, but my cats love to sit on the balcony in the sun, and it has happened plenty of times that on a rainy day they come get me, go to the balcony and show me... the rain. "Please fix this" they say. "Please get rid of the wet"
"Silly kitty," I say, "I can't control the rain." I then walk into the shower and turn on the rain.
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