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[darlnyan]

ignoring my last post here is something from my sifloop wip as a proof of concept

loopie ur a freak. don't worry though. siffrin is too.

[darlnyan]

Susie stepped forwards, once, twice. The chill around her seeped into her bones as her boots crunched on imaginary snow. Kris was behind her, face blank as ever, and Ralsei was still on his knees, his hands curling around his scarf as he sat on the snow. The fight with The Knight took a lot out of them all.

“Hey,” Susie gruffly mumbled, her breath white smoke in the howling wind. She was glad that the Dark World’s cold didn't seem to affect her as the Light World’s did— last thing she needed was for her body’s inate inability to regulate her temperature to bite her in the ass while in a fight. Least of all while fighting the Knight.

The Roaring Knight... Susie saw them. Fought them.

They looked as if a black hole was a person. With claws, spikes and sharp, and ribcage-ridges in lieu of a chestplate. What looked to be their eye was as bright as the blazing sun, while their entire body was as Ralsei said, the nature of Dark Worlds: Darker than dark. In some way, Susie mused that they reminded her of the way the Fountains looked both afar and near— the light they gave off from nearby was a pulsating, blinding rainbow, while their dark body resembled the dark obsidian the Dark Fountain shimmered with from a distance.

They were stronger than she could have ever imagined. They were strong enough to knock down her friends in a few seconds.

...They were strong enough to bring Tenna down with one hit. Susie hadn't been focused on what exactly The Knight hit on him, as there was a bright light obstructing her vision and a Lightener taken, but...

Susie huffed, crossing her arms. She looked away into the snowy void as she spoke. The Fountain spills into the endless sky. “I’m gonna go look for Tenna. Kris, take care of Ralsei— I’ll be right back.”

After a stale beat, Kris nods, and turns stiffly to Ralsei with what looked to be more of the TVSlop they had on hand. Susie trusted them to take care of him as much as she could trust anyone, so she turned away, and started walking.

Her boots crackled against the snow underneath her, step, by step. She stepped forward, once, twice. The wind howled, her hair twisting in the air, tangling into the glasses— the Dealmaker, set on her head. She noticed a glimpse of red from the corner of her eye; a stray Pippins following her. And then a Shadowguy, and then a Zapper, and then... practically all of the recruits.

Without saying anything, she gestured with her snout towards the endless expanse of dust and snow and dark, and without a word, the recruits split up for the search.

It took a while, finding him. The Pippins drilled their spiraling heads into the heaps of snow, and found nothing but stray mechanical parts to pick up. The Shadowguys trudged through the hills, the amount of footprints practically creating a path, and only yielded large, cut pieces of wire. The Zappers try to connect, try to find him, but the connection was jumbled, on the fritz. All three Mikes couldn't find anything, either; their expressions tense as they all searched together.

After a while, Susie thought she might never find him. But then she heard it. Distant, sliced. Static.

A sob.

Susie froze, along with the rest of her crew. She felt a static hum wash over them all. They all start walking, slow and deliberate, with the whining, rubbery crush of snow dust to punctuate it.

Then, without warning, Susie started running; the corn-starch whine of snow increasing in frequency beneath her boots.

“Tenna!” she shouted, her cracking voice falling flat and muffled against the snowy ground. She stumbled, and picked herself right back up again, following his signal. “TENNA! WHERE ARE YOU?!”

She hears it again. A slow, bit-crushed whine— high-pitched, like a cut off lengthed chiptune note. It sounded like a game crashing and hanging on to the last note of its song, headache inducing. It burrowed through her head like a drill.

Susie followed the sound as if it was her lifeline. She was not going to leave him behind.

Sob, sob, sob. A cut off, abrupt wail. A clank, and the sound of breaking, tinkling glass. The howling of the wind in her ears. That corn-starch whine; like nails on a chalk board. Step, step. Once, twice. Snow. Dust. So much— she had to focus. Something feels forgotten.

Susie found him.

“TENNA!”

Someone around her—she doesn't know, she doesn't care— said: Tenna. TENNA. YOU'5RE...

Now, Susie wasn't someone nice. Susie wasn't the type to sugar-coat much of anything; whether that's her feelings on something or her opinions on people, Susie prided herself on being the most like herself as she could ever be.

All this to say, that Tenna looked like absolute shit. His face was completely shattered, for one: A awful blast of shimmering glass, spikes turning into Tenna’s head. Snow dripped from the top of his casing into his face, but Susie wasn't sure that all the water there was melted ice. Another sob from Tenna— with a subsequent burst of shimmering, rainbow-ish liquid bursting from the hole in his face— confirmed that. Electric sparks crackled between glass shards as Susie dared to come closer to what was clearly an electrical hazard in the form of a sobbing, broken TV.

All that she knew was that she had to help him.

[darlnyan]

Hello, my name is finn!! i use any pronouns you can think of and i try to draw, write, and compose!

↓ more under here!

i'm not usually online that much, but my interests lie in heartfelt or story rich RPG games, comics, and visual novels most of the time— things like Undertale and Deltarune, In Stars and Time, Escaped Chasm, An Empty Dwellers Path, Grimm's Hollow, Oneshot, Moonring, HalOPE (more people should play that one!), cute, sentimental visual novels like Nomnomnami's series of games, and beautiful platformers like Hollow Knight. Recently, I've also been getting into Project Hail Mary!

I've been trying to get back into social media but i, more often than not, fail, get overwhelmed, and disappear off the face of the planet 💔 I think I'm a bit of a hermit so to speak. Which is why I'm always free to asks and random DMs about any of the games and topics I mention! I think i need the human interaction, so go ahead if you ever want to!

my tags are attached to this intro! here's an elaboration;

#finn.txt — self explanatory. i chat and ramble here!

#finn.mp3 — music posts! listen if you like amateur-ish music, i suppose? i do NOT know what keys are or what music theory is.

#finn.png — art posts. also amateur...

#finn.html — writing posts. (not much of these exist since i cleared my account of my old ao3 account's existence. i plan to fill it up someday...)

anywho, goodbye and thank you for reading!!!

[darlnyan]

id like to thank all the accountants and beekeepers of the lgbtqa community for this awesome achievement

[darlnyan]

yk i AM still working on my sifloop wip. i am. just. in med school. finals. also im as slow as a brick in a car race so

[darlnyan]

me when I start writing loop for a silly sifloop fic thing and somehow they make me write a different story. Loop. Stay still holy fuck now I have to start a different doc and try AGAIN because you made it SAD!

[darlnyan]

the.urge. to write about a non-canon ending in a rpg game. it's unstoppable. unmoving. unweak