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Evil-Anon: hello there!

“Oh! Hello to you too, love!”

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So your father is a demon correct?

[fernlomwrites]

Creationaria: White Out and Grey Ink

WARNING: BLOOD, VIOLENCE, GORE.

“You wouldn’t actually hurt them...right?” Friendly stepped forward towards Parsure.

Parsure grinned, “I’m glad you asked that”

Parsure’s tendrils quickly break the chains keeping the anons hanging above, sending them crashing down onto the rusty pipes below, the jagged metal impaling them instantly.

“Oh! And just in case~” Parsure smiled, his tendrils slicing off the three anon’s heads, letting them roll away. “Yes, I would hurt them”

Friendly gasped, Freshnon dropped their skateboard. Evil’s body began to tremble.

“You monster!” Friendly shouts, rushing forward towards Parsure.

Parsure’s grin widens as he revs his white chainsaw, plunging it through the anon’s chest, and slicing up. Grey blood spraying all over his body.

Matron stood in horror. Dran clenched her fists tight.

“I don’t care, I’m killing you personally” Dran growled. Slowly stepping forward, her claws dripping with her own blood, from clenching her fists so tight.

“Oh hell no, you don’t just kill and get away with it!” TA steps forward as well, gun pointed at Parsure’s head.

“Dawg, what you just did” Purple energy begins flowing from Freshnon’s eyes. “Is unrad” He sprints forward, skateboard back in hand. Parsure laughs, swinging his chainsaw up. Freshnon slides beneath, knocking Parsure off his feet.

Dran quickly flies up and lands on Parsure’s back, grabbing his tendrils.

“Justice comes from above bitch” Dran pulls with all her might, ripping the four tendrils from Parsure’s back.

Parsure roars out in pain, rolling out from under Dran, lifting up his chainsaw.

“Come on then! All of you!”

“No” TA fires, bullets ripping through Parsure’s body, throwing him back into the same pile of pipes he killed the anons with.

“We were supposed to arrest him.” Matron’s voice was low, “but you don’t arrest monsters, you put them down. “

Freshnon picked up the body of his fallen friend. “Dawg, what’s happening here?”

‘Hey!” Hood called out, dragging a bloody Aaron with him. “Corruption is dealt with, but we need help.”

“It was weird…” Aaron coughed, “he just...melted…”

Dran quickly rushed over and helped take Aaron. “Friendly is dead...so is Parsure.”

Hood’s eyes widen, his mouth curled into a frown.

TA stood above Parsure, and fired three more times, directly into his chest and face. “I don’t like risks.”

Matron sighed, “i’ll need to notify the council of this loss...everyone go home, Dran, do you mind escorting Aaron to the nearest hospital?”

Dran looks up “sure, no prob.”

Evil Anon knelt down, looking into Parsure’s cold dead eyes. “Whatever you had planned, i hope you are happy with the result.

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@your-friendly-anon

@your-awkward-sister-anon

@your-local-smol-anon

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@evil-anonymous

@therapist-anon

@fernlom 

[fernlomwrites]

Creationaria: Chapter 13, Unfinished Work

Hood opened the door and walked in, followed closely by Aaron, Matron, and the Anons. TA stood ready, gun in hand.

“I really don’t like how quiet it is in this factory right now” Hood commented, carefully walking through the darkened corridor, rusted steel support beams loom overhead, large ink filled vats lining the walls.

A roar echoed through the empty factory, scurrying feet filling the silent void. Aaron sighed deeply, “guys, we are in serious trouble now”

Dran look at Aaron, worried. She’s heard his stories, seen the things he’s fought, for him to be so scared had her concerned.

“Why? What’s here Aaron?” Matron asked.

“Hopefully none of our anon friends!” Friendly Anon replied.

“Well than you are surely disappointed!” Parsure’s distinct, distorted voice echoed through the factory. “Come find me, I was hoping you all would come. “

“Guys, its not just Parsure here” Aaron’s voice quivered. “Corruption is in here too”

“So how bad is this Corruption guy anyway?” Evil Anon asked, its arms crossed.

“Ok, so, you guys know me, I’m a dirty fighter, and you know if i get hurt to much i go Feral. Well, Corruption is feral, but with Hood’s powers to back him” Aaron explains as the roars get louder and closer. “And he’s here now. “

“Do guns work on you two?” TA asked.

“Yah, I mean, you’ll need alot of bullets of course” Aaron answers.

“I’m sorted then” TA smirks, cocking his shotgun.

“Hey now bruhs and dudets, we sure we cant just like, wiggity talk to this radical dude?” Freshnon asked, gripping his skateboard tight.

“He’s an animal Freshnon” Hood answers, “Be ready to fight guys.”

“I love animals!” Friendly called out just as the wall before them burst. Standing in the rubble was another hooded figure, the sweater it wore was a rusty brown from dried blood splatter, two black furred cat ears poked out of the top of the hood. It growled, crouching down into an attack position.

“Ladies and Anons, meet Corruption” Aaron gets into a similar position.

Evil Anon steps back, “wow wow, I’m no fighter!”

“Your name is Evil Anon though.” Matron replied.

“I’m more just an Asshole! I’m not truly evil!”

“Whatever!” TA called out, firing his shotgun at Corruption, knocking it back.

Corruption roared out, rushing forward towards the anons, Aaron leaping in and tackling him.

“Run! Go find Parsure!” Hood calls out to the rest, summoning chains and pinning Corruption to the ground.

Matron nods, rushing forward into the factory with Dran close behind with the rest of the anons.

They reach the center of the factory, Parsure standing in the middle of a wide opening, Hanging above him wrapped in chains were three Anons. One was a small female anon with long black hair, another was a completely yellow anon, and the last was another female in a black turtleneck sweater, curly black hair and red horns.

“Awkward! Smol! Yellow!” Friendly called out, straightening their bowtie.

“Friendly!” The anon with horns calls back.

“Help us!” the smallest one cries.

“Don’t worry my radical anon bros!” Freshnon plays with his yo-yo, “We got you!”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that abomination” Parsure starts walking towards the group.

Dran starts walking forward as well, tears in her eyes “You…You hurt my friends. How…HOW DARE YOU! The Anons have done nothing to you!”

“Dran Dran Dran, you think I need a reason for this? No no, What I do, I do because I want to”

The sound of crashing metal and clanging swords fills the silence.

“Ah, Corruption is doing a wonderful job out there, I knew it was wise to bring him” Parsure grinned.

“How did you bring that monster in?” Matron asked, standing strong and boldly.

“He’s an abandoned project, something Fern forgot a very long time ago, so He is now mine, like every other abandoned work all you creators have” Four metal tendrils suddenly sprout from his back. “Like these, another forgotten project of Ferns”

“I swear I’m going to kill you and Fern” Matron spoke through gritted teeth.

“We’ll see about that Matron” Parsure quipped back.  

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@dransnake

@matronofthevoid

@therapist-anon

@your-friendly-anon

@fresh-anon

@evilanonymous

@your-awkward-sister-anon

@yellow-anonymous

@your-local-smol-anon

@fernlom

[fernlomwrites]

Creationaria: Chapter 8, Meetings and Conferences

Naptsa rubbed his sore throat, still dusting himself off after encountering Pinstripe and Fern in the alleyway.

“Ugh” He kept walking, finally reaching his original destination, the Arcade, where he was meant to meet with his friends. He sat at the table with his friends.

“Hey Maddie, Capri, Freesh.” Napsta sighed, sitting down.

“Hey Napsta” Maddie welcomed him, she had short blonde hair, and dressed in a clothes, colored with a galaxy of black, white and purple.

“Sup dude” Capri smiled, she was dressed in a red hoodie with a few colorful patches on the sleeves, and a pair of white headphones around her neck.

“Whats wrong?” Freesh asked, dressed in a neon rainbow suit.

“I think something is going on with Fern. He just attacked me with his character Pinstripe.” Napsta replied, leaning back in his chair.

“Pinstripe? That’s the character you really like isn’t it?” Maddie asked.

“Yah it is. Ironic honestly.” Naptsa chuckled.

“Hey Guys!” Bone Rose called out as she, and the rest of her group entered the arcade and approached the table.

“Hey Rose! And Simakai! And other Rose! And Cat!” Freesh replied as they all came and sat down.

“So, have you guys heard about what’s been going on with Fern?”  Simakai asked.

“Well, he just attacked me” Napsta replied.

Cloud Rose gasped, puffing up slightly. “What?!”

Napsta sat up “yah, either he’s finally snapped, which i always suspected would happen, or something is very wrong”

Cat shook her head “This can’t be good. Dran came to us and told us Parsure is attacking Anon villages. “

“Yah” Sim added “and Chanter came up to us saying Fern and Ausham have been acting strange lately, he seemed worried”

Capri sighed “great, and I just saw Dran come in here with Matron and a couple anons, they talked to Hood and Aaron and they all left.”

“Whatevers happening, I hope no one gets hurt” Maddie took a bite of her sandwich.

“OH!” Simakai exclaimed “right lunch! You guys want to get something here?”

“Sure” Bone Rose answered.    

“Sounds good” Cloud Rose agreed

“What do they have?” Cat asked.

“Anything and everything” Freesh answered.

Sim sighed in relief “alright, lets go eat”

…

“So, you all think I should come with you?” The Therapist Anon looked up from his desk at the three other unique Anon’s before him, Friendly, Fresh, and Evil. Therapist anon straightened his tie.

“Come on TA, I know you heard about the village attacks, well we found out who’s doing it and we need your help to take him down!” Evil Anon leaned on the desk.

“Hands off the desk”

Evil Anon stood back up.

TA sighed and stood up from his desk. “You want my guns don’t you?”

“Oh no, I have enough weapons” Friendly Anon nonchalantly replied.

The three other anons look at friendly, with a mix of shock, fear, and confusion.

“What? I’m friendly, not harmless.  “ Friendly quickly replied.

“Oh...ok…” TA stepped out from behind his desk and walked over to his closet, opening it and putting on his favorite blue jacket. He grabbed from the closet two pistols, putting them in the hidden holsters at his side, and taking the sawn-off shotgun and carrying it in his hands.

“So.” TA smirked. “Where are we going?”

“Aight dawg!” Freshnon laughed “Let’s go save our anon bros!”

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@napstaghost-with-the-most

@madd-nerdgirl

@capri-sunqueen

@the90sfreshestdude

@simakai

@rascal-rose

@imjustalazycat

@fernlom

@matronofthevoid

@dransnake

@your-friendly-anon

@evil-anonymous,

@fresh-anon

@therapist-anon

Wow, that’s a lot of people this time.

[fernlomwrites]

Creationaria: Chapter 7, Actions to be Made

Dran landed in front of the group of Anon’s, Friendly Anon smiling brightly as usual.

“Dransnake! How good to see you again!” Friendly spoke first.

“Hey Guys, uh...I have something to tell you all.” Dran replied.

“Yo dawg, what be the deelio?” Freshnon asked.

“Well, i know who’s been attacking the Anon villages” Dran shifted uncomfortably on her feet. “Do you know who Parsure?”

“I do, “ An authoritative, yet comforting female voice echoed from behind Dran. She quickly turned around, face to face with a tall woman, dressed in red, her flowing black hair curling around her face, fangs clearly coming from her lips.

“Matron!” Dran smiled brightly “Great to see you!”

Matron smiled back down at Dran. “ So, why do you think Parsure is behind the attacks?”

“I saw him” Dran replied, her tone worried.

Matron scowled, “I knew it” she spoke through gritted teeth “Those damn Tenaria boys. I’m not sure what all their plans are, but I know they mean trouble. “

“The Tenaria boys? Fern too?” Dran asks.

“Oh yes, especially Fern, I’m not sure what exactly he has planned but I know it’s not good. The only one I don’t know about is Ausham, he’s been missing for a while now. I know Chanter is fine, he’s the only one.” Matron sighs “we’ll need help.”

Evil Anon steps forward “well, we were just told to meet him at the old Ink factory on 15th street this friday at 9:00 P/M.”

Matron looks at Evil Anon, “Good, you guys won’t meet him, I will, Dran, do you want to help me?”

Dran nods.

Matron smiles “Good, but we’ll need some help.”

“ Hol’ Up My tight fresh lady~” Freshnon steps forward “We gon be there to help to dawg”

Matron looks at the three anons before her. “Hmm..fine. Let’s go get some assistance first”

Matron beckoned the four to follow her as she walked away.

“Where are we going Matron?” Dran asked, following behind.

“If we are going to fight a Tenaria, we need some Tenaria characters.”  Matron opened the doors to the large arcade, where all the gaming creators and characters hang out. At the center of the arcade was a group of Dancing games. At the center game were two Characters, one dressed in a brown hoodie with gold lining and strange symbols, next to him was a fluffy white furred cat man, dressed with an old army jacket decorated in patches and blood stains.

“Who’s that?” Friendly Anon asked.

‘Hood and Aaron, characters made by Fern” Matron answered, loud enough for the two characters to hear as the group approached.

“We’re busy right now” Hood called out, making sure to not miss a single step. Aaron chuckled next to him.

“We need your help, both of you” Matron replied.

“We know Matron. We’ll be glad to help. Its the Anon villages isn’t it?” Aaron questioned.

“Yah it is...how’d you know?” Evil Anon asked.

Hood chuckled “Because we know who’s been doing it. I’m guessing you do too?”

“How long have you known?” Matron asked, frustrated.

“We only figured it out recently” Aaron answered.

“Don’t get all pissy with us Matron, if we found out sooner we would have done something about it sooner” Hood remarked, finishing the game and stepping off the panel.

Aaron followed, standing before the group “so, what’s the plan?”

Introducing more Characters! What’s the plan guys?

Blogs included:

@your-friendly-anon

@fresh-anon

@evil-anonymous,

@matronofthevoid

@dransnake

@fernlom

[fernlomwrites]

Creationaria: Chapter 6, A Little Help

“Welcome to Creationaria!” Fern gave the newcomer a tight hug, the young lad was dressed in a black hoodie with brown hair and light hazel eyes. “My name is Fern and I’ll be your tour guide for today! What’s your name?”

“Uh...its Atoy” The boy replied.

“Well Atoy, welcome to Creationaria! A world of pure possibility, where Creators, Characters, and Anon’s live together and do amazing things!” Fern keeps an arm around Atoy, walking with him through the city “Here in Creationaria, the Creators are the top of the chain here, they are in charge, do most of the building and expanding. Characters are right under, entertaining, protecting, etc, And then the Anons, they wander about, doing whatever pleases them. Most are rather fun”

Fern pointed at a group of Anons across the street. In the center of the group were three Anon’s different from the rest, one dressed with a blue bow tie and black sunglasses, the other with angular red sunglasses, and the last dressed with a neon rainbow windbreaker and baggy neon rainbow sweatpants.

“Listen Evil Anon, I know you are scared about all the Anon villages being attacked, but the Magic Anon’s are on it.” Friendly Anon set a hand on Evil Anon’s shoulder.

Evil Anon shrugged it off, “But we should do something about it ourselves!”

“Eyy broskis, its time to all up and chill out” Fresh Anon hugged them both tightly “Them Magical dawgs got this bros”

Evil Anon struggled in his grip, but Friendly Anon chuckled and hugged back.

“See? Weird but fun” Fern chuckled. Infact, a friend of mine heard about what’s been happening with the anon villages and wants to help. Can you do me a favor Atoy?”

Atoy nods “yah sure.”

“Alright, go talk to those Anon’s and tell them, Parsure wants to help them, meet him at the old Ink factory on 15th street this friday at 9:00 P/M.”

Atoy nods “sure, got it”

Fern grins, a little bit to wide. Atoy steps back.

“I’ll uh...I’ll go do that now”

Fern nods “good, enjoy the rest of your day then Atoy”

With a chuckle, Fern turns and walks down the road, disappearing around a corner.

Atoy shrugs it off and walks over to the group of Anons, smiling and greeting Friendly Anon first.

“Why hello there!” Friendly Anon greeted him first of course, always kind.

‘What do you want?” Evil Anon asked.

“I came to give a message. Parsure has heard about what’s been happening to the Anon villages and wants to help. Meet him at the old Ink Factory on 15th this Friday at..9:00 P/M?”

“Sounds groovy bro, we’ll all up and be there.” Fresh Anon gave a wiggity wiggity and skateboarded off.

“We appreciate the help, I’ll make sure all the other big Anon’s show up.” Friendly Anon smiled and shook Atoy’s hand “Thank you”

Atoy smiled “my pleasure guys”

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@atoy1234ihrs

@your-friendly-anon

@fresh-anon

@evil-anonymous

@fernlom