Made a Poppy Playtime OC using my sona Ladyziggy as an aesthetic base. This is Experiment 1231, aka "Ziggy the Art Groundskitty". She manages the garden and art gallery underground the Playtime Co factory. She doesn't align with or against the Prototype, so just don't go out of your way to ruin her hard work, and you shoooooould be fine~
Okay I have a bit of an au idea but just to say now this is not original whatsoever
so I want to do like a Ib inspired au with twisted wonderland, but the thing is it’s not like the aus I’ve seen but here’s my concept
So Yuu lives a normal life as an art student, they were told to go to an art exhibit for Walt Disney in Japan Disney because it is a good idea for future Artists and animators to go see at least one of the most well known animators of our history, so Yuu went to the gallery with a friend we’ll call Rue. They managed to go through the gallery and admire all of the hard work that the animators put into their work but they stumbled upon a secret area where they find a beautiful map of a world titled twisted wonderland as well as a recreation of the magic mirror it was beautiful to take in, however they’ve never heard or seen anything about Twisted Wonderland before when the magic mirror comes to life and sucks them into the world of Twisted Wonderland.
Yuu arrives at NRC, Rue ends up in RSA, both find a flower from Disney movies for them before meeting the students (Well Grim still finds Yuu, but when Yuu reaches the Library they find a Vivisteria Flower (11 petals(taking place of Garry)); while Rue searches around and finds the Sundrop Flower (6 petals(Taking place of Ib)))
They both find out the hard way that they cannot lose petals whatsoever or else they will get hurt, so they both protect them with their lives along with making sure they give them water to replenish their petals. (And whomever in twisted wonderland that represents either Belle or the beast will take place of Mary and would hold the fake enchanted rose, and I would think they’d be in Noble Bell Academy because of beauty and the beast taking place in France much like The Hunchback of Notre Dame)
Overblots and magic can cause harm, Yuu finds that out the hard way too when getting hit by magic from Grim and Ace when they first fought, Yuu lost about 6 petals during that day, and with the whole ‘when the flower wilts so will you wilt away’ Yuu would’ve look terrible and exhausted to the point they were weak in the knees. It was scary for the Adeuce duo and Grim when they went to the infirmary to find that nothing was working in healing Yuu, when Yuu finally figured it out they asked for a vase of water quickly to put the flower in. (Listen I know the flower is a fire flower but I will keep the water thing from Ib)
Rue however doesn’t have that problem and learns about it with the help of the RSA students because they landed in the heroine and heros school. And the ‘Mary’ of the group is currently plotting in Noble Bell.
Guertena was said to be descended from a long line of artists who could trap monster souls through paining and sculpting. Their art was rarely shown outside their home, even after their death over a century ago. Nobody has ever seen their works in a gallery before, that was until a few months ago. A distant relative apparently sold them to a museum for a small fortune. It garnered quite the attention when it was first announced, with tons of people flocking to see the works from the elusive family. Even after the attention died down, though, you continued to visit the exhibit. You couldn’t help being drawn in by the realistic and absurd depictions of monsters, and one painting especially had caught your interest.
You gave a polite wave to the receptionist as you entered the gallery. You didn’t need a map, you knew where you were going by heart. It had been almost a month since you first came to see the monstrous Guertena exhibit, and you had been back every opportunity you had since. At first it was fascination for the little known artist, but it soon became obsession as you started noticing more and more details about his work, however as you continued to return one particular painting kept drawing you in. You almost bumped into another patron in your hurry to reach it. Once there, you stared in increasing awe at the scene before you.
The figure in the painting had moved again.
You had first noticed it on your third visit. The gallery was free to enter and close to your collage, so as a budding art collage student you were eager to study the works of this famed artist. There was so many people on the first day it was hard to see it all. You returned a few weeks later once the hype had dissipated and the crowd started to thin down. You perused the exhibit of monstrous figures, some abstract while others terrifyingly life-like. Secretly while the staff wasn’t looking you took some pictures of ones you liked to look back on at home. Your favorite was one of a tall skeleton, it was named “Skeleton in Red”, and he was indeed adorned in red. Red scarf, red boots, red accents on his clothes, he even a red rose in his mouth. His expression, confident yet yearning, was captivating.
The gallery seemed to close all too soon, and upon returning home you found some of your pictures all too blurry to make out the details, so the next day you returned again. Since you had more time that day you sat yourself in front of the skeleton painting and tried your hand at sketching it. It wasn't as impressive as the original, of course, but you were delighted still. Taking another sneaky photo, you returned to your mundane apartment.
The third time you visited the gallery it was after classes. It was getting late, but you figured a few minutes wouldn't hurt before you headed home. That's when you first noticed the subtle changes. His hand was outstretched, offering the rose that was previously in his mouth to the viewer. You rubbed your eyes in disbelief, perhaps you were remembering the pose wrong? Upon checking your phone you found the picture completely blurred and unreadable. That's impossible, you thought, it was clear as day when you took it. You made sure since you didn't want a repeat of the first time. Then you remembered your sketchbook and flipped through it. Sure enough, the image you sketched was of him holding the rose in his mouth.
You asked the staff if they had replaced the image, or if they noticed the change, but you were met with dumbfounded looks. You knew you weren't crazy, but nobody seemed to know what you were talking about. Thus started your obsession with the art gallery. You began coming more and more frequently, until it was every day that the gallery was open. Every time you would sketch the new pose the skeleton was in. You quickly found that taking photos wouldn't work as once you got home the image would be completely unreadable, even with the rest of the surroundings in focus the painting itself was always blurry and smeared. Your sketchbook became your only record of the changes you saw.
You once took a friend to the gallery a few days in a row hoping they would see it, too. Your hopes were quickly dashed upon their response. "What are you talking about," they said, "It looks the exact same as it did yesterday!" Nobody else noticed any changes. Not the other visitors, not your friends, not even the staff running around. You'd have thought you were crazy, too, if you didn't have your sketchbook as evidence.
Flipping through your sketchbook to find a blank page, you surveyed the previous poses. There didn't seem to be much consistency to them, just random dynamic poses. Sometimes closer to the frame so only his upper half was visible, sometimes his whole body visible. A few times additional props would pop up like a chair that he'd utilize. You gave a snort as you passed the image on him laying on the chair attempting a superman flying pose. That one was your favorite. You finally reached a blank page and set yourself down to sketch this new pose.
You didn't even notice when it started getting dark, not until you had finished your drawing. A valiant pose, might you add, with his hand on his chest, leg up on a stool, and brilliant red scarf waving in the wind. You could have sworn it didn't take that long to draw, it shouldn't be dark already. There was an eerie silence as you noticed that you were the only person left in the room. There was no chatter from the other visitors, no sounds of life from outside, either. Was it possible that the gallery had closed early? You packed up your bag quickly before exiting to the main foyer. Even the receptionist was gone! You tried the door only to find it locked. "They must have just... not noticed I was still here," you told yourself "I guess I'm stuck here for the night."
You felt tense, everything about this felt wrong, so very wrong. It was nowhere near night time when you arrived, yet it was pitch black outside now. There was absolutely no sounds at all, not the chirping or crickets nor even the slight hum of the fluorescent lights above. Your footsteps didn't even echo as you wandered around the floor. It was almost like you were in a sensory deprivation chamber for everything except your eyes. The paintings seemed to stare at you as you passed. Settling down on the bench you were at before, your eyes widened in horror at the sight before you.
