#mr. prismatic

[astro-vision-au]

Some of the wonderful emojis and stickers we have on the discord server

[the-masked-astro]

Shakes him around

Him his back story kinda reminds me of something 👁👁

[astro-vision-au]

Wack ass lookin bug

[astro-vision-au]

Can you tell us more about the digital media stuff that infected Prismatic?

The digital Medium was created in the RTV universe [made by @/4thwallbreakerdraws2 aka Ani] by an unknown Scientist who would become RTV! Mask, the primary host of the Acrylic paint medium.

During pt 9 of AV when Astro activated the Mega link, a device that was still in the process of development and was ment to safely allow travel to other parts of the multiverse, it went haywire and punched holes into other worlds randomly. Causing rift storms in hundreds of Universes.

A rift opened up in the RTV universe, taking all of the other mediums, including the Digital Medium, to the AV universe. The Puzzles that would become prismatic was a random puzzles from a different universe [his au is not relevant to the story as he never attempts to go back, therefore its assumed his AU was similar to the cannon sng4 universe just slightly different. However i want to make it clear prismatic and his powers are NOT from his orginal universe]

When this Puzzles found the Medium in the from of a USB he was immediately infected, as it altered parts of his anatomy and body to create prismatic. I actually have a picture here of what he looks like under his clothes since they cover up all of his body

All mediums are a rainbow like living Goop, however each one has different properties based on what medium it is. So while the digital medium may look exactly like the Actylic medium, for example, in its base form, the digital medium can only take hosts that are entirely or partially robotic, and can manipulate and control art programs, while having more digital based abilities. Meanwhile the Acrylic pain medium can only take biological hosts, and control and manipulate acrylic paint, etc.

There are a dozen or so other mediums out there, each looking extremely similar with slightly different looks and consistencies but all still looking nearly the same. Each one being its own medium like water colors, chalk, clay, even more abstract ones like sewing and cooking, really any form of art. However many are still trapped in their containment pods or still need a host.

This is Prismatic goal, to find the rest of his "siblings" and find them hosts and to reunite. Its unclear of what he plans to do after that, or if theres really an end goal after his primary goal is achieved. But right noe thats all hes focused on........ though it does seem hes made a friend or two along the way

[astro-vision-au]

Dropping these here! For those of you who dont follow my main, uh- ive been busy making Puzzles while I was gone... [were at 25 now, not counting the extra chonklings and only counting Chonkzzles-]

[the-masked-astro]

Color coded

An RTV au short story [Rtv au belongs to @4thwallbreakerdraws2

RTV sat in his office, his pen scratching against the paper and the sound of a ticking clock the only sound to be heard, until a faint rumble in the distance broke the rhythm. RTV glanced up and out of the window, setting down his pen as he walked over, resting his hand on the ledge. The sky was dark, and the wind was picking up fast. How queer, there was no mention of rain in the forcast?

It felt odd, a strange event, unwelcome and frankly unwanted, yet there wasn't much he could do about it now. Yet there was a strange feeling in his gut. Something about this... this storm felt out of place, like it carried a strange energy with its wind.

He shook his head as he turned to return to his work, he couldn't afford to let a little storm distract him, not when he had important work to do. As he sat down however, there was a loud crack that made him jump for a moment, followed by a brief but loud mechanical buzzing. He felt his desk shake, an earthquake? But as soon as the chaos began, it settled down. The noises replaced by the patter of rain slamming against the studio walls. He sat there frozen in place for a moment, tense, before he sighed.

~ in another world, far off in the multiverse

He landed with a thud on the hard wet ground, his screen cracking as it made contact. It took him a moment to sit up, he groaned as he did so. What just... happened? One moment he was fine, then there was a storm, a loud crack, and then the world started to shake violently. Another Crack, one much louder, a flash of light, and then.... and then he was here. Where ever here was.

The rain didn't subside, it pelted against him as he stood up. He trudged forward, his body begging for him to stop, but he kept moving forward, he had to get out of the rain. He found some shelter under some trees, yet they didn't help much. As he walked further into the forest, he slipped on a puddle of mud, falling on his face. He groaned, would this nightmare ever end?

And then he saw it. A glimmer in the mud. It was... a USB? He reached out, taking it in his hand, and then....

And then...

...

..

.

He doesn't remember...

Not anymore.

~

D:...

D:what is... happening

A: who are you?

D: who are you?

A: we are us

D: I am me

A: you are like us

D: am I?

A: yes

D: who am I?

A: we do not know

D: where am I?

A: we do not know

D: who are you?

A: we... are Family

D: family...

A: we will be in touch.

D: yes

~

Mask sat in their chair, blankly staring at their screen, before they shook their head. For a moment, they saw what looked like a chat box on screen, before it disappeared. They blinked before their hand reached back for their mouse. RTV had work for them to do, and they needed to get it done. They needed to follow orders, they needed to do as they were told. They needed... to create.