#immortalwebofdecay

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

im sorry i just love making these

All original artists tagged in the video BUT i'm still tagging you guys bc hehe

@the-angel-of-salvation @immortalwebofdecay @experiment--1006

muahaha

[doctor-sawyer]

( @immortalwebofdecay )

The sound of silent metallic steps ring throughout the factory, homing in on where he believed the doctor called his domain. He’d just convinced JOY to let him venture out to make sure Rei was ok, though he had to swear up and down repeatedly that he would be coming right back, hell, he even allowed them to put a tracker on him to show where he was at all times and to prove he’d be returning to their domain just as soon as he was finished confirming Rei was indeed alive and well.

Now with the hard part out of the way, he was laser guided into finding his little friend, and news along the grapevine made him come with a sense of urgency and a strange calm air. He didn’t enjoy hearing these rumors that Rei was back with Sawyer and that Sawyer had ultimately told the poor thing that he was dead or abandoned Rei. That made one of his eyes twitch, and his claws flexed as he quietly strided through the narrow halls of the factory to Sawyer’s little room.

No. He’d NEVER abandon Rei. And Sawyer had the gal to say as much to poor Rei?! No! He wasn’t going to stand for it. He wasn’t going to stand for his little friend being tortured by this stupid flat-faced idiot any longer. His anger and hatred for the doctor swelled inside him, and now, he places his clawed hand onto a low doorway, digging his needly fingers into the doorframe and bends to enter it, squeezing himself through until he was finally at his destination. He only knew that when he saw the doctor’s back to him, and now he stops, his body deathly quiet, his face unchanging as his eyes glare down at the man turned robot in piercing purple beams.

Oh Web was not happy, but his whole demeanor didn’t show it one bit, which was scary, especially how he stayed quiet as he stood there, not even his legs moved to idle themselves like they normally did. This would have been a completely new thing for someone to witness Web do. He didn’t even smile like he normally did.

Towering over the man, Web glares face unreadable, body still, but his clawed fingers at his sides moved and swayed gently, in preparation to strike at a moment’s notice. No. He wasn’t going to talk, talking was done. He waited patiently for the doctor to turn around and see him. Sawyer was going to pay. Web would make sure of that.

Honestly? It was a good thing that Web had arrived. Rei was alive… but “well” wasn’t as good.

The mini Catnap had definitely been through hell. He was tired, scared, and Sawyer dared to put a collar on him! Sawyer had put him in a Dark room multiple times, practically breaking him, but he secretly had hope he’d be rescued. But the damage was done. He was afraid of being alone, and had horrific hallucinations. Shaken and distressed.

Sawyer held Rei by the scruff, claws digging hard enough that blood had been dripping from the fresh wounds. The Doctor had been preparing to carry the Catnap to the operating room, or just shoot him.

“Web..? Y-you’re alive..? S-Sawyer said you were dead..”

Rei finally had the courage to squeak out. This voice box was degrading, as he often screamed bloody murder. He soon started to cry.

The sudden words coming from Rei startled him. When he noticed the looming shadow overhead, Sawyer slowly turned, and then proceeded to gently place Rei down on the ground.

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

Decided to do some shenanigans and i ALSO will be doing incorrect quotes with the prototrio and other characters. Thanks a lot guys./lh

*The trio getting into the car*

Two: I'm driving.

One, out of view: "Shotgun!"

Three/Web, turning to look at One: "Aww but you had it on the way here-"

Everyone except for Three/Web: "WOAH-"

One, holding a shotgun: "No! I found a shotgun! And I want the front seat! *Pumps gun*"

Three/Web: "I told Two his ears flush when they lie."

One: "Why?"

Three/Web: "Look."

Three/Web: "HEY TWO! DO YOU LOVE US?!"

Two, covering his ears: "No."

One:

Three/Web: "Heres a fun Christmas idea. We hang a mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it."

Two: "Web. No."

One: "Mistlefoe!"

Two: "Please stop encouraging him."

Three/Web: "I'm having a baby."

One: "Thats grea-"

Three/Web, slamming adoption papers on the table: "Its you. Sign here."

Two: "WHY. Why did you give One a KNIFE?!"

Three/Web: "I apologize. He said he felt unsafe."

Two: "NOW I FEEL UNSAFE."

Three/Web: "Apologies."

Three/Web: "...would you like a knife?"

Two: "NO!"

Three/Web: "Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth now that I can eat?"

Two: "You're a hazard to society."

One: "And a coward. DO TWENTY."

One: "In my defense, I was left unsupervised."

Two: "Wasn't Web with you?"

Three/Web: "In my defense, I was also left unsupervised."

*Two and One sitting in jail together*

One: "So... who should we call?"

Two: "I'd call Web, but I feel safer in jail."

One: *Screams*

Three/Web: *Screams louder to assert dominance*

Roscoe: "Should we do something..?"

Two: "No, I want to see who wins this."

Roscoe: "Judging from last time, you know its gonna be One."

Two: "Web still has a fighting chance as long as One doesn't get bitey."

Roscoe: "Fair."

Three/Web, setting down a card: "Ace of spades."

Two, pulling out an Uno card: "4+"

One, pulling out a Pokemon card: "Jolteon, I choose you."

Poppy, trembling: "What are we playing...-"

Three/Web: "HA! 69! You know what that means?"

One: "What-?"

Two: "That you're a child."

Roscoe: "HOW'D YOU GUESS MY IQ-?!?"

Two: "I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no clue what to put in them. Suggestions-?"

Three/Web: "Put spaghetti in it."

Two: "I'm currently taking suggestions from literally anyone but you."

One: "Put spaghetti in it."

Two: "I'm currently taking suggestions from anyone but you two."

Roscoe and Poppy, at the same time: "Put spaghetti in it."

Two: "I'm no longer taking suggestions."

Roscoe: "I think we're missing something."

Poppy: "Teamwork?"

Two: "Cohesion?"

One, deadpan: "A general sense of what we're doing?"

Roscoe: "How did none of you hear what I just said..??"

One: "I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours."

Three/Web: "I got distracted about halfway through."

Two: "Ignoring you was a conscious decision."

Roscoe: "Why isn't the statue smirking at me?"

Poppy: "It isn't smirking at anyone, they're all just imagining it."

Roscoe: "Three of us saw it, Poppy. How do you explain that?"

Poppy: *Points at Two* Sleep deprivation. *Points at One* Paranoia. *Points at Three/Web* Delusional personality disorder.

One: "Is anyone d—"

Three/Web: "Depressed?"

Two: "Drained..?"

Poppy: "Dumb?"

Roscoe: "Disliked?"

One: "-done with their work... what is WRONG with you people..."

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*

Roscoe: "So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know."

One: "...I did. I broke it-"

Roscoe: "No. No you didn't. Web?"

Three/Web: "Don't look at me. Look at Two."

Two: "What-?? I didn't break it."

Three/Web: "Huh, thats weird. How'd you even know it was broken?"

Two: "Because it's sitting right in front of us... and it's broken."

Three/Web: "Suspicious."

Two: "No it's not!"

Anon 3: "If it matters, probably not, but Poppy was the last one to use it."

Poppy: "LIAR! I don't even drink that stuff!"

Anon 1: "Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?"

Poppy: "I use the wooden stirrers to comb out knots and pin my hair better. Everyone knows that ANON!!"

One: "Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me fix it Roscoe-"

Roscoe: "NO! WHO BROKE IT?!"

Everyone:

Three/Web: "Roscoe... Catnap's been awfully quiet-"

Catnap: "rEALLY?! OH MY PROTO-"

*Everyone starts arguing*

Roscoe, being interviewed: "I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it."

Roscoe: "I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each others throats with warpaint on their faces and Dogdays head on a stick."

Roscoe:

Roscoe: "Good. It was getting a little chummy around here."

And now some one liners from the Prototrio:

One: "I'd like to offer you moral support, but I have questionable morals."

One, as a human: "You wanna see how hardcore I am?"

One: *punches a wall*

One:

One, starting to tear up: "tAKe mE tO the hOSPitaL."

Web: "If you can't beat em. *does a hairflip with his hat* Dress better than em."

One: "With great power comes a great need to take a nap. Wake me up later."

One: "I'm sick and tired of being called 'mortal' like, you don't know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. NOTHING has been proven yet! Stop making assumptions. It's rude."

One, surrounded by a hoard of Miss Delights: "Well well weeelll.... if it isn't my old friend: the dawning realization that a fricked up bad."

One, playing a VR game with a headset the anons gave him: "Y'see, that's the thing. It PROBABLY is fine. It's PROBABLY 100% okay. There are PROBABLY no spiders in this headset."

One: "BUT— as you may be able to relate to- If you find a spider in your headset, and then have to put that headset on to play video games..."

One: "YoU jUsT dOnT gEt ToO cOMfOrTaBlE!"

Two: "So. Apparently the 'bad vibes' I've been feeling are actually severe psychological distress."

Two:

Two: "I'm not gonna admit this to anyone else. If you tell anyone I'm tying you to a stick and hanging you upside down over a pit hole."

Three/Web: "If I'm really as evil as you say I am, then have the gods strike me down where I stand!"

*Lightning strikes Web*

Three/Web: "HA! NICE TRY, JACKASS!! Next time, give it your A-game!!"

*More lightning strikes him*

Three/Web: "ONE TAKE ME TO DOCTOR SAWYER I CANT FEEL MY SPINE—"

Two: "You'll have a hard time believing this because it never happens... but I made a mistake."

Two: "I've come to a point in my life where I need a stronger word than f**k."

Three/Web, as a human: "I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying."

Characters and who they belong to :)

One: ( Me! )

Three/Web: ( @immortalwebofdecay )

Two: ( @experiment--1006 )

Poppy, Roscoe: ( @worldsworstemployee )

Anons: ( You guys )

Catnap: ( literally pick ANY of the MULTITUDE OF CATNAPS WE HAVE- )

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

He had come to his decision. He’d help Art. He heavy footsteps echoed through the factory, until finally making his way to where Art was. It was a miracle he could even see where he was going with the red warbley nonsense swimming in his eyes currently.

He walks up, and his heavy steps stop as he stares down at the box with violet lasers. Oh he looked pissed, but it was not for Art at all. His claws on his right hand were still covered in blood and dripping and then he leans down, and with his clean hand, gently picks up the box and places it to rest on his spidery abdomen, nestled softly behind his back and gently against the red smoke tank. He isn’t talking, he is extremely quiet but the little box is safe on his back.

He needed to calm down tremendously if he was to even speak to Art at all. He only hoped the boy would understand as he began loudly stomping again. He needed to get his mind settled. Walking was helping with that.

( @immortalwebofdecay )

[From the violent tremors caused by Webs stomping, the lid to his box fell down, knocking him on the head slightly and latching, forcing him to compress back inside his prison.]

"ow-!"

[He was unheard, as Web finally approached and lifted the box up, it started to wobble and shake slightly.]

"wo-woah- auh- ah-! no- nonono- w-whats happening- whats happening?!"

[Art clutched the toy version of Web as he trembled inside the box, now nested behind Web as his brother continued to walk aggressively. The poor child was so confused and scared, unable to see anything as he cried more.]

"w-who are you-?! w-whats ha-happening?!"

[Ohh.. Art... poor baby... if only you could see who it was...]

M!A✨: Jack in a box [16/20]

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[After a long long while of keeping watch and exhausting himself, he finally gave in and slept near the nest, close to Web. He wanted to make sure absolutely nothing would happen to him, not again, not now, not ever.]

TW: Bare chested/Half naked human man (aka web.)

[Its been a difficult time for him. For Art, Web, Rei—Everyone. Their rest is well deserved. Good night... and Sleep Well..]

( @immortalwebofdecay )

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

Ohhh right right, right! forgot to post this from this morning!

FORESHADOWING FOR FUTURE EVENTS :)

@immortalwebofdecay hiiii :)

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

3 makes his way up in his brand new suit and hat, mainly to thank 1 for his mask but stops when he just sees a little boy. He had pure confusion plastered on his brand new face, blinking slightly.

“Uhh…1..?”

( @immortalwebofdecay )

[The child stared, albeit looking very grumpy- thats just his face...]

[He tilted his head slightly, observing 3 before his eye widened.]

3?! YOU GOT MY GIFT!

[Giggling and smiling now, he skipped closer, jumping up infront of 3, grabby hands, trying to be picked up (despite his DISTASTE for being picked up, it seems hes consenting directly towards it soooo..)]

You look awesome! Where'd you get the new clothes?

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

Web: "I heard a fart in the distance and it scared me. It sounded like an angry trumpet."

Art: "..whAt."