#corruption event

[checkmate-queen]

( A glicthing/ currupted npc version of queenie appers )

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@cainethe-ringmaster

Î̷̪͛́̌̾͌̚ ̸͎͇̟̺͈͎̫͔̝͛͌̈́̃̅͛͂̒̈́̅̚͝ḥ̵̮̣͈̬͎͔̼̜̣̹͛͒̀͜ͅa̶̲͂̀̾̽̿̑̈͒̚̚t̵͕̋͋̊̈̂̅̾̿̌͑̑̕͘̕͝ę̵̛̫̱̤̜̠̩̦̻̺̂̑͛̈́̏̃̂̂͠ ̴̡̢̗͖̩̮̺͈̟̥͕̤̥̮̯̂̔ͅÿ̶̢̠̱͉̣̺̰̫̭͎̣͚͙͔͔̰́ͅỏ̷͔̭̫́͆́̓̽̐̈́̑ͅu̷̘̼̙̭̞̺͍͕̭̅̈́͗̿̈̎̈́̀̓ ̷̫̯̐m̶̡͕͔̝̙̣̼̜̠̒̈́̏͛̑̄̅͠͠o̴̱̘̙̪̝̙̥̠͍̹̘̖̺̾͛̈͊͋r̸̪̹͈̜̙͍̮̥͊̎̄̓͛́̋͋̑͂͛̃͗̓͜ȇ̵̛͈̓͗̀͘͝ ̴̭͍̘̄̇̋̀̈́̀͛̓̈́͆̏̃ţ̸̛͚̟̰̮͎̜̜̤̤͉̪̚͘h̸̛͔̮̦̆̓̏̎̇̎̍̚͠͝a̴̢̢̰̣̯͚̙̻̥̙̗̐͋̌̄́̾͂́̃́͆̒͛̕͝͝n̵̡̛͖̞̱̗̲̖̭̰̱̼̦͕͋̌̐͂̉́̎̎͛͘͜͜ ̷̭̞̖̒͆̏̓̈́̀̅̐̑̔̃̾͝w̷̧̛̻̲͎̙͉̟̬̥̫͔̣͙͙͉͍̽̓̅̽̊̊̿̚̕͘̕ò̷̡̮̥̣͔̙̲̔͑̄̎̂̔͂͗̀̏͝͝r̷̡̡̩̰͉̰̬͙̪͓̲̣̱̿̀̄̌̚͠ͅd̵̛͖̲̃̓̆̉̇́̂̍̂͐̚͠͠ş̸̼̙̹̯͙͎̘̪̜̰͔͖̯͈̳̿̊̊͑͑́̆̆͐̎͠ ̵̳̮̙̺̻̳̺͙̚ͅć̶͖̱̻̎̏̍̎̅â̵̡̹̫͔͙̖͐̆̉̐ń̶̛̼͉̻̙͇̯̪̥͖͊̑̈́̉͐͋̀ͅ ̵̢̛̮̝̝̫͚͉͐͊͌͛̀́́̃̉̊̓̍̚͠͠e̵̦͚̺͈̮̼̪̜̱̜̭̭͓͍̳̥̊͛͌͘͘͜͝x̷͎̻̼̤̦̟̲͔̓͂̕ͅp̵̰̜̬͋̉̏̑̂̽̄́̎̚͜r̷̬͈̯̥̱̭͖̘̩̮̫͚̠̀̉̕e̷̗̜̞̖͊̄̈́̆̚͝s̵͔̯̖͉̲͈̅̈͌̍͋̊̏̾̄̽̇͝ș̴̢͚͙̖̫̳̟̥̩͖̻͂͒̌̑͆̑̓̍͛̍̈́̐̿͗̕͜͝͝ͅͅ

[checkmate-queen]

Ì̵̡̧̢̞̼̮̠͈̝̜͖͔͓̞̦̖̪͔̣̩̞͉̱̘̩̱̘͚̞͈̬͓̖̮̰̚ͅͅ ̵͔̘̓͆͋̈̌͗͂̓͒̏̒͝͝C̸̨̡̧̮͓͈͈̯͙̱͖̣̫̣̲̊́͂͆̍̆̊̒͂̂̿͒́̔̍̓̊͂̈́͒̎́̈́̀͆̌̇̽͑̿̃̑̓͋̇̒̑̑̑̋͒̈͊̅̔̔͘̚̕͘͘͘̕͠͠A̷̛͇̩̯̹͈̓̆̓̒̓̈́̀͂͂̎͂̑̽̋̇͛̐̀̀̔͊̈́̈́̐͋̏͂̂͒̀̀̄͒̑̓̄̽͐́̄͘̚͘͝͠͝͠͠͠͝N̸̡̮̲̯̭͚̬̤̩̻̘̰͖̯͔̺͈̦͓̣̗̳̟̙͓͇̠̪͗͑͗̂̅̈̍́̐̊͛̂̈́̀͒̾͌͝͝ͅ'̷̢̛̛̛̯̳̉̽͂͑̂͐͛̊̿̊̊̔͆͋̆̓̌̇̈́̉̃̀̈́̍̓͑̽̀̾́̂̇̿̍̓̄̽́̔͋̇̀̆̊̓͊̆́͐͛̂̈́̎͐̄̋̈̕͘̚͘͘͝͠͝Ţ̵̡̧͓̠͖̥̹̼͙̲̜̙͎͉̗͔̰̖̳̳͍͉͉̯̹̬͎̞͕̱̝̟̩͓̣͓͖͕̌̒͋́͊̽̀̑͜ͅ ̸̨̨̧̛̛̛̫͙͔̪̘͓͖͕̗̰͇̺̺̝͚͙̦̥͙͙̩͈͖̘̘̜̯͙̗͓̭̳̞̮͇͈͚̠̰̻̻͇̘̘̞͉̼̞̖̬̲̞̯̘̙̠̱̜̖͓̮̊̓̓̀̾̃̓̈́̊̋͂͑̈́͊͋̃̉͂̀̏͌̽̾̋͋̕̚̚͝Ţ̵̢̡̧̡̛̩̤͇̻̦̙̲̥̦͇̗̬̼̖̖̤͉͕̣̜͚̙̲͙͕͓̤͈̯̟̪͍̭̜̯̼͍̮̮̠̻̱̝̯͔̝͓͔̲̘̪̩̯̤̗̝̟̬̫͍͈̞̗̼̯̝̫͍͇͉͍̬̲͍̿̆͐̏̀̀́͊̿̿͊̍̂́͆̐̔͋͛͊̏́͒̀͑̈́̀̇̏́̽͌̀̄͌̒̂͛͌͐̌̑͆́͗́̀̒́͊̈́̓̋̍͛̃̓͌̉͂̏̍̍̄̃̄́̐͑̄̃̍̈́̔̓͒̌͆̔̈̕͘̚̚͘͘͜͜͝͝͝ͅͅA̷̧̧̧̛̦͕̱͈͙͖̞̮͚̤̰͎͇̣͕̫̖͚̫͙̹̤̣̬̳̟̯͙̻͚̦͖̟̦̤͇̺̳͈̙̜͓͂̚͜͜K̶̛̗͎͙̀̓̓̽͒̅͂̋̉͗̂͒̐́̉̊̐͑͗̓̂̑̊̈́̈́̐͋͛̀̋͂͊̈̈́̕̚͜͜͝͝͝͠Ḕ̵̢̡̡̛̘̯͇̪̗͍͎̯͖̖̜̠͔̪̮̘͚̠̝̥̲͕̫̩̫͇̝̝̜̰͍̜͔̘͈͙̹̀̋͌͊̀͋́͒̾̌͛̿̍̾̚̕͠ ̶̧̢̧̛̛̬̼̖͈̫̤͉͔͚̘̖̼̙̥͖̰̬̳̗͇̮̜̈́̀̌͑̊̏͛̈́͐͑͂͐̏̀̓̐̑̈́̃̓̇̇̾̑͋͌̒̐̔͆̌̾̏̊͗̉̆̇̈́̿̑͂̂̿̂̾̔̈͊̈́̊̋̀͒͂͛̔͋͛̆̊̏̉̆̆͆̀́̔̆͌̉͊̈́͛̏̑̓̄͐͂̉̚͘͜͝͝͠͝ͅT̴̢̧̨̢̢̡͉̝̼͖̪͇̲̣͖̘̞̣̦̗̟̺̖̻̪̜̟͙̖̱͔̮̥̖̻͖̦̿̐͋͐͐͛̆̓̂̉̐̃̅̽̃̎̐͗̎͐̏̓̀̅͊̈́̈̍̋̈͋̓̓̊̃͌̿̑̔̿̓͆̓̈̈́̈́̿̈́̎͋͋̎͂̎̉̈́̃̾̈͊̒̚̕͘̕̕̚͠͠͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅḤ̶̨̢̨̡̧̛̛̛̛̛͈͇̩̝̯̼̝̖̙̣̤͇̥͉͓̟̺̖̙̦̳͚̩̦̤͍̣̗̰͎͉̺͎̲͉̺̟͓̣͔̟̖̯̬͈̮͉̠͕͔̲̳̟̳̠̠͇̱̞̼̯͕̤̙̓͛̋̽̿̔͌̏̏̈́͌̐̆͗̿́̐̆̒̌̒͋͋͐̌͆́͛̈́̀̈́̀̄͆̏͛͂̌̀͗͌̎̈́̀̃̾̂̈̈́̌̋́͛͊͑̅̿̋̊́́͌̓̓́̈́͐͌̎̔̑̂͆̓̀̃̀̆̈̚̕̕͜͝͠͝ͅͅI̷̡̨̧̡̧̡̢̛̛̬͚̘̮̪̤̜̫͇̱̹̲̮͎̤̘̤̠̹̤̞̙̹̼̤͕̫̳̟̯͖̞̩̥̺̞̭̦̝̹̣͉̫̼̝̭̣͍̯̪̝̺͕̰͖̯͚̻͔̪̜̟̫̋͛͆̓̔̉̊̄̽́̏͊̎̾͂͊̿͛͂̿̽̏͐̓͐̋̈̂̎͌̈́̆̅̌̽̆̈́̂̿̿͌̏̔̈̄̀̑̏̿̂̃̾̂̉́̿͋̏̾͒͘͘̚̕͝͠͝͠͝ͅS̴̨̧̡̡̡̧̢̧̡̠̰̩͉̜̲̦̖̻̪͚̙͇̙̦̫͖̱͈͎̻̦̪̬̙̯̣͇̪̱̳̯͎̖̖̰̬͕̯͎͎̠̯̤̱͉̤̈́ͅ ̶̡̨̡̡̡̨̢̢̧̢̢̢̱̦̬̫͕̮͖͔̠̰̥͙̱̬͍̼̮̮̦͓̥̫̙̳̜̺̜͎̰̹̲̤̲̭̜̩̦͖̯̮̙̰̣͖̩̩͕͖͖̹͎̗̠̗͉͎͚͎̥͍͍̱̖̙̬̲́̆̽̈́̅͐̓̌̈́̾̀̋͗͂̾͛̊̀̚͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅÂ̸̧̨̡̨̧̨̛̘̠̲̗͓̗̱̣͙̫̝̪̯̬̖̻̟͙͓̥̺͚͎͈̜̺̳̰̙̻̞͓͕̗̖̺̻͕͓̱̺̲͕̙̱̪̹͓̙̱͍̦̭̞̞̯̤̠͓̝̙̻̤̈́̃͑̅̓̀͗́͐͛́̔̋́̉̀̈́̏̎͗͋͌̿̄͘͜͜͜͜͜͠͝͠͠͝ͅͅͅͅŅ̷̡̧̡̧̻͙̜̦̘̯̹̦̭̟̦̳̭̫̳͇̩̱͎̮͙̝̬̠̠̰̟̝̫̌͑͜ͅͅͅŸ̶̡̢̼̗͎̤̳̻̮̭͇̭̩̫͙̙̖̹̲̻̣̠͉̰̻̗̘͖̂̌͑̂͐̋͆́͑̈́̇̓̓͛͐͌̅̈́̅͛̈́̋̆͒̕͘̚͘͜͝͠͝͝͝M̶̧̧̢̧̨̨̨̦̝͕͍̟̤̦̦̘͙͖̥͚̬̩̲̱̙̪͚̺̳̦̞̲̥̻̮̫̺̰͉̙̥̖͖̳̱̯̻̦͇̤̹͎̻͔͙̘̱̥̺̉̈̾̇̌̊͋̍̈́̑̆̄̑̈́͌̉̓͛͊̊͂͊̈́́̇̉̋̈́͋̕̚̕̚͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅỌ̴̧̨̡̨̨̢̢̢̧͈̞̙͓͙̣͙̺̻̯͉̞̬͚̮̘͓̻̻̪͖͕̮͎͇̰͈̣̙̯̙͍͔͕̜̝̼̖͖̪̳͇͕̲̟̥̼̥̗̣̼͎̘̱̝͖̰͉͔̪̩̬̲̬̥͎̟̩͍̹̭̪̣̗̦͉̅̒̌͂͛̌̋̂̇̿͊̓̉̎̿̈́̒̾̽̍̊̇̀̒̈́̉́̄̈́́̉̂͐̎͛͑̍̂́́͐̈̏̅̽̐̍̎̊͌̈̔̈́̕̚͜͝͝͝͝͠Ŕ̸̛̳̩̥̼̱̯̖̭̙͓̺̇̃̎͆̈́̈́͋̈̌̆̍̏͂̀͗͛̌̾̔͒̒̓̈̐͂̽́̅̆̔͋̐̂̅̓͒͂̃́̋́́͒͑̚͘̚͝͝Ę̴̧̧̨̢̬̮̫̞̣̰̙̳̗̦̞̺͓̘̟͎͉͓̜͔͚̺̲̺̠̝̜̖̜̺̮̬̫̦̱͍̳͇̩̱̹̞̻̲̤̲͋͜͜͜ͅ

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[ask-beeping-boy]

Why hello there. And who might you be with the double halo? Also, mighty dark in here, can we turn on a light?

They’re inside Bf’s Head. There’s not exactly any light to turn on, unfortunately

[ask-beeping-boy]

Alone.

Helpless.

Defeated.

But you never wanted this. Did you?

Will you stand for it?

...Wake up, Keith.

Confinement.

Paralysis.

Loss of control.

Is this where you want to be?

Wake up.

[ask-beeping-boy]

( Continued from here @getblammed (separating this from the original post so I can shorten this thread later w/ xkit if it gets long ) )

Boyfriend wouldn’t wanna do this either.

If he had even an ounce of power left within his own body or his own mind, he’d fight tooth and nail to drag himself away from Pico- to do something to prevent the inevitable.

He knew Pico was more than capable of handling himself in dangerous situations. But this corruption wasn’t something that could be shot down, or hidden from. And if Bf could in any way have prevented him from suffering such a hellish fate, he’d do it in a heartbeat.

But there wasn’t anything that could be done, because the real Bf simply wasn’t there anymore.

Perhaps that was the true horror of this awful disease.

Alarms blaring could be heard in the distance as the two of them faced each other. Bf didn’t sing just yet. Or rather, the corruption didn’t sing through Bf just yet. It would almost be comical if not for the surrounding circumstances, even in such an apocalyptic situation, even after the loss of his own identity, Bf still gave his opponent the first opportunity to sing.

[ask-beeping-boy]

cucumber?

A cucumber is placed behind Bf, somehow without his notice. Shortly thereafter, he looks behind him, and promptly jumps his height in the air.

You startled him really bad-

[ask-beeping-boy]

(( Hey rb if you want a corrupted bf in your inbox and I’ll do my best to toss him at you for some fun corruption shenanigans ))

(( edit: OH RP BLOGS ONLY BTW ))

[ask-beeping-boy]

A young girl with brown hair and green eyes and her companion, a small penguin-like creature, no more than two feet tall. The duo freezes as they spot the corrupted boy across the street. He hasn't noticed them yet. The girl turns to her companion. "Listen, Penguino. If things go wrong, I need you to run. Don't come back for me, ok? I need you to survive and evacuate our family." "...Ok, Kat." The girls walk across the street to confront the beep bop boy, Kat pulling out a microphone.

Such a heartfelt moment between the two. What a shame it is that even had the corruption witnessed it, it would not have been moved.

When Bf was finally alerted of another’s presence, he wasted no time taking out his microphone. All the while the sick, twisted smile on his face remained unchanged.

When the time for the real confrontation came, the corruption, surprisingly, didn’t start immediately. The luxury of the first turn was Kat’s.

‘Let them think they have some semblance of control, of power. It’ll be all the easier to take it later.’