Unfortunately I have more TF ideas than the motivation and drive to write them *shows my other fic projects Ill never tell anyone about* so Ill just be giving them to the world to see
Plot Bunny Posting 1: Just Shape And Beats is a hard game to make a TF out of, besides Corruption via the obvious method (aka Blixer/Boss/whatever ya wanna name him and their pink deal), but HEAR ME OUT
A player ended up being transported into the tutorial section of the game, fully human, fully themselves. They were confused, they were in awe, but most of all...they are in fear. With the Triangle being the only thing they can assure is "safe" to touch, and the only one they can even interact with besides the invisible "floor", they grabbed onto it.
The obstacles from the first beats of "Corrupted" by Danimal Cannon and Zef showed, the background music making their appearances in sync with itself. Once one of it touched the player's body, it *stung*, it made them want to scream out in pain. It felt like their whole being was suddenly shattered by mere, pink shapes.
So...even they can be affected, so they proceeded to dodge every obstacle, ran towards the Triangle every single time, do everything to attempt completing these steps. At every time they were near that mysterious Shape, their feelings of pain subsided, replaced with comfort and assurance. Every time they get hurt, they reach out for it, grabbing it as fast as they can.
They weren't noticing anything about themself as they trudged through, not even the fact they can *dash* through walls of magenta, as if physics had died. They did not notice their shift in weight, of their *height*, of how it felt easier and more...*right* to move around and jump. When they realized they can float, they did not care for it—they were enjoying themselves here.
And only after they ended up "exiting" this level and observe the faint lines on the "floor" do they noticed the odd glow on their fingertips and shoes. It's all...going cyan, luminescent for some unknown reason. It felt prickly, yet not uncomfortable.
The player stared off into the distance, into where the other "levels" are. They do not know what they are doing, but all they can do is *move on*.
...all while their body changes with the rhythm of this familiarly-unfamiliar world of dangerous magenta and comforting blues.
They hope to make it out alive, if not as themselves still.
But for now, Cyan must complete these trials.
