Apr 2, 2019
Other little misters: h
Mr. Shapey:
seen from T1
seen from South Africa
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from Australia
seen from Yemen
seen from Ukraine
seen from Türkiye
seen from Germany
seen from Australia
seen from Germany
seen from Kenya
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from South Africa
seen from Germany
seen from China
seen from Yemen
Other little misters: h
Mr. Shapey:
Mr. Shapey: You know what? I'm done having theses stupid arguments with you.
Ms. Sweetie: ...
Ms. Sweetie: Earth is not a planet.
Mr. Shapey: How the fuCK IS EARTH NOT A PLANET?!?!
Every time Mr. Hot and Ms. Sweetie get into a fight
Mr. Shapey: Now, I want you to tell each other one thing that you love about each other.
Mr. Hot: Do you want to volunteer first or...?
Ms. Sweetie: ...
Mr. Hot: That you're so supportive about me.
Ms. Sweetie: ...
Mr. Hot: So you don't love me :,(
" I'll never forget the day Shapey walked into the room and announced that he has killed god. "
- Every little mister in any universe (Yes. Even Forgetful)
If Mr. Shapey was a humanoid
Mr. Smiles: Don't forget to smile!
Mr. Shapey:
Mr. Smiles: ...
Mr. Smiles: You know what? Forget to smile.
Have some Schemad (With Patches) and a tired Shapey and lemme go back to the shadows.
I don’t even know how to call it.
summary: Shapey isn’t the type to be happy around babies, so when a new mister was created, his reaction was shocking.
A/N: Another aging AU fic. Oh yeah, boy.
Shapey never really got along with any of his siblings as a kid, so when a new “Mister” was created, everyone was afraid of his reaction. The infant sat there quietly, sometimes moving his head to the outer side of his tiny glass cell, scanning the room. The older kid sat there quietly as well, staring at the futon baby with a cold look.
“He’s going to kill that child, isn’t he?” Dr. Wondertainment giggled.
Shapey got up and went closer, getting the infant out of the cell. A terrifying silence filled the room, as everyone wondered what was the kid thinking.
Shapey picked the baby up, staring at it and... gave it a warm smile. He was smiling at a baby. It wasn’t a common thing for him to do. He held the baby gently in his arms, sitting on the floor as the futon infant was laughing.
“What. The fuck. Is happening?” Wondertainment asked. “Why is he friendly towards the fucking child?”
Shapey ignored his creator’s stupid questions and kept hugging his new brother.
“What’s his name?” Shapey asked.
“Mr. Futon, I guess.” Wondertainment said.
“So uncreative of you, doc,” Shapey said. “I mean, look at him! He can blend into the environment. Just like... Just like a chameleon! Mr. Chameleon.”
“Since when are you so mothery, Shapey?” Wondertainment asked.
“He’s not doing that annoying voice that babies do when they cry.” Shapey said. “He’s not crying.”
“Is that a good thing?” Wondertainment asked.
“I mean, boys can cry, but... my ears are sensitive.” Shapey said.
“So you like Mr. Futo- I mean, Mr. Chameleon because of your sensitive ass ears?” Wondertainment asked.
“Yup.” Shapey said. “Also, don’t talk like that next to him.”
“You’re not my dad.” Wondertainment laughed.
“God, you act like a teenager.” Shapey said.
“You’re fucking six, Shapey.” Wondertainment’s laugh grew harder.
That was probably the only good memory Shapey had about his dad.
He woke up, breathing deeply.
He walked out of his room and looked into the one next to him.
22 years old Chameleon was sleeping quietly, and his smile... that what calmed Shapey down every time.