#lowkey roleplaying

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A faint sound signifying a cloak unshrounding and the soft pitter patter of footsteps could be heard from somewhere near the Docter. A dark fabric decorated with small stars and even smaller triangles of white spangled around the design could be seen from around a corner, the civilian took a glimpse behind the corner, which revealed that they were a dash and cloak kit civilian with the white headband tied around their forehead. The moment they noticed it was the killer standing there (or doing something Funtime would do, you decide!!), they immediately whirled back into the safety of the wall separating the two of them. They covered their mouth as to not make too much noise to avoid the Docter noticing them.

first time sending in a rp ask kinda nervous//

Bodies. That's all that filled the area. While it wasn't a large amount of them, it was hopefully enough to satisfy Funtime's bloodlust.

Today's encounter was looking to end on his side rather the other's side, something he often tries to aim for. "You and your little team of "heroes" are idiots" the doctor muttered at the civilian below him; said civilian was gasping for air, "Hopeless, ignorant, cocky, careless…" he continued as he finished off one of those pink sheriffs.

How many of these robloxians were there at the start? WHO CARES!? Most of them fled sometime when he wasn't looking or died by his hands, either way, he was enjoying how it was. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes to admire the silence around him, no one else to really bother his being anymore-

That sound.

HE HEARD THAT…it- IT belonged to one of those cowardly cloaks. He would open his eyes, looking around at his surroundings to see where that civilian might be.

His hands were just ITCHING to use his chainsaw once more.

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There would be a civilian nearby Funtime, it was Taunter, holding his revolver, ready to shoot, or maybe be not so ready, his arm trembles with fear as he tries to aim perfectly at the "doctor"

@your-local-taunter / @meow-arts (I can't tag my rp acc for some reason-)

He was limping, his posture worse than normal. This round was...not falling much into his favor than he thought it would.

Of course, he got to kill a couple of those wretched bugs. Though, a lot of them managed to get a good hit on him...how embarrassing.

He spat out some blood, it's salty metallic flavor filling his mouth.

Funtime stopped in his tracks once he noticed the blue capped sheriff standing a few paces away in front of him. The doctor began giggling, which then built up into his usual manic laughing. Another encounter where a civilian seems to hesitate at the sight of him.

The doctor grabbed onto his tie, pulling at it "What has you so afraid, COWBOY?" Drips of blood coming out of his mouth as he yelled, "YOUR ARM IS SHAKING! YOU WANT A FREE HIT ON ME OR WHAT?? JUST SHOOT ME ALREADY!"

Doesn't he just LOVE toying with these things.

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"Doc...." He mutters, lifting his axe as he slowly stumbles out from the shadows. "Want to die... now?"

@cultivarsgarden

The cold winds blew against Doc's warm skin. It was snowing, it seemed that it was starting to become winter, something he didn't think he would see when staying within the bunker.

He'd exhale warm air onto his hands to stop them from feeling so cold "You're just another empty bottle to them, easily disposable..." he bitterly said to himself. Before Doc had left the bunker to cool down, he had gotten into a "small" argument with the head sheriff, Armond.

Doc couldn't deal with how that stupid gun wielding jackass was being so rude to him; always disregarding his actions, getting upset with him for the smallest of inconveniences.

It's just needed some space that he needed from them...though, this probably wasn't the smartest thing for him to do. Many things could come up and attack him: that creepy monster guy with the sword, the angry French magician, or even that rouge government machine.

Maybe he should've just stayed back in the bunker and found a better way to relax...

"Fuck..." he whispered. It was starting to get dark much eariler than he expected, which means he's definitely an open target for anything at this point. The caretaker began making his way back to the bunker, keeping his guard up to make sure he isn't anyones final kill for the night. He began to button up his lab coat to prevent the wind from making him feel so cold, something be should've done before he walked out.

That's when he heard a low voice from behind. Doc froze in place, his fists held close to his sides "Don't even think about it..." he replied, "I'm...I'm not going to end up like any other corpse under your name."

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/Hey- Oh. Um. Did I came at the wrong time?/

There was a Killdroid. A very beaten up one in fact. They were…… a little confused at best. After all, being randomly teleported to some random place by the Wand isn’t always the most pleasant experience. But hey! At least they are here now and hopefully they are safe.

/Look, bud. Hopefully, you aren’t having a bad day from what I can tell. However, I have a feeling you are about to kill me so…/

- @escapetheevillabat3am

OOC: hello there! I LOVE Doc and Doctor Funtime man. They are such cool characters and silly characters hehe!

Doctor Funtime managed to run away from an encounter he had with a couple of the civilians, one of them being that idiotic sheriff. The doctor was shot on his left arm, though it's nothing one of the healing potions he had stolen can fix.

He seemed to be in such distress, yet he never broke away from that disturbing grin on his face.

"Brainless surviors, shooting at a doctor...fuck..." That annoying pressure from the bullet wound kept nagging at him, begging him to fix it.

He pulled out a blood stained healing potion and opened it.

As he drank the bitter concoction, a strange machine appeared in front of him, causing him to fall back a bit "Oh my..." he said quietly.

That machine, it looked similar to one that has tried to explode him a couple weeks ago, yet this one looked extremely broken. The doctor stepped closer, having the urge to examine the messup looking government machine. He completely ignored whatever it said to him and just stared at it in awe.

OOC: DUDE 🥹 your dod au ask blog is so peak 👀 i’ve seen it a couple times and I fw the designs (especially Artfuls 🗣️🗣️🗣️IT’S ALL SO PEAK)

Also thank you so much dawg 🥹 me when joke characters end up having more lore than intended

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(this takes place like a minute after adrenal nearly killed pursuer btw.)

*adrenal walked out of storage and up the stairs, meeting doc in the theater. He had a few bruises and small cuts but he was covered in blood.. blood that was dark and had a greenish tint. Doc had only seen that color for blood once when pursuer was shot in the shoulder, that blood isnt his. Its pursuers.*

"His body is in the storage room.. and so is my friend’s corpse.. he killed my bud, i cracked his head open."

@adrenaline-and-bravery (cant respond to a response cuz gonna get appendix removed. Fuckin pesticides.)

He thought for a moment, how did Pursuer even manage to break into our bunker? Armond probably wasn't at the entrance, protecting it like he should have.

Now we have another dead civilian AND one of those things from outside in our safe place.

Doc rushed over to the injured civilian "John..." he said with fear in his voice.

The caretaker took out one of his health potions, applying it over John's cuts, occasionally glancing over at the creatures blood that is splattered on the adrenalines clothes, staining those parts.

He felt horrible for John...the guy just lost a close buddy, but he couldn't help but feel bad for Pursuer, who is basically on the brink of death.

"I- What even happend? How did you-" he stop "You know what, you don't have to say anything if you aren't comfortable with it." Doc continued as he would take him over to the news room, where he sat him down in one of the chairs "I'll be back...I need to get you some bandages.."

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"This place is a war zone. Why didn't you contact me earlier, Doctor? Where are the survivors? And don't give me that, I know you are too stubborn to thank me for stepping in."

OOC: I'm primarily doing Doctor Funtime asks this month, buuuut who says I cant do at least one Doc reply? Its only been like 3 or 4 days and I miss him already 🥹🥹🥹

Its been a long day, surviving, helping, fighting. His body was tired, his knuckles felt sore, and all he wanted to do was return to the bunker to sleep.

Doc entered the cave to relax for a moment, just to catch his breath before he could go out and help some more. But right before he could even sit down, he saw another Caretaker enter this hiding spot and began "scolding" him.

He glared at them, "You don't have to be...nevermind.." he muttered under his breath. Doc had a bitter expression on, one that shows how annoyed by this other caretaker acting so...rude.

He spoke up, crossing his arms "The others are out there, doing their jobs..."

Outside of the cave they were in, you could see a couple of the civilians running away from Pursuer. Sadly, a few of said survivors were already dead, their bodies decorating the grounds of the surrounding area.

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Stomp, stomp, stomp, rock hits against the floor, slamming and echoing again and again, like water dripping down with the force of a waterfall.

She doesn't really know where to go at this point, everywhere she goes she is threaned and hurt, they are so loud.

They always try and go out of their way to harm her, she doesn't understand why. Maybe they are chasing her?

She grabs onto a nearby doorway, placing her hand and holding onto her head, a headache from her overthinking.

And thanks to her closed eye, she is unable to notice the nearby Caretaker. As she gives a cof after another, lowering her head.

(RP STARTER)

Signed - @death-by-sound

"Hark. The "Angel" Bleeds."

He was scared. Of course his teammates didn't know how to deal with her.

Doc was hiding far from his teammates, which is odd of him to do. Maybe it was the fact he done dealing with how they treat him sometimes and even ignore his words.

Taunt, always going out of his way to rage bait them killer.

Sheriff, always shootin his gun.

clowns, always throwing their banana peals.

The caretaker has tried letting them know what to do when it comes to dealing with Harken, but is always met with "Just heal us, Doc" they forget he can throw a damn punch...

Anyways, he heard the being get close to where he was hiding "Fuck..." he said, covering his mouth almost immediately, halting any noise to come out.

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A disheveled man watched Doc from afar like a wild animal stalking its prey. His mouth leaked drool like a broken faucet. He took note of the nurse's hat upon the civilian's head, knowing those people are supposed to help. He needed help, but could he even control himself long enough? He stalked closer and closer as Doc continued his walk in the forest.

The starving artist struggled to keep his composure as he got closer to the civilian.

- @aching-guts-and-magic

How long has it been since he’s been like this? Returned to the bunker, finding out that he had killed various of his own teammates and other innocent civilians, only to be taken back in as if nothing happened. He can’t forget certain of those encounters, he can’t forget what those scientists did to him, he can’t forget that rainbow tied bastard.

Doc bit the inside of his mouth as he looked down at the smiley face pin he was gifted by his friend Bobby, that taunt clown just can’t seem to get enough of his presence. No one should be near him to begin with. He’s nothing but a burden and he knows that. The sheriff and some of the others always looked at him with such distaste on their face and he can’t blame them for it…

“Maybe one day…” Daniel was out walking late at night in the vast forest of Robloxia, something he does when he wants to get his mind off anything that bothers him. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice that there was certain starving magician following a couple steps behind.