#nikkoi

[cryptidcraab]

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[sikolohija]

Salamat sa lahat, Unique Torralba Salonga. Four years din 'yon. All of those memories will remain forever. Long live, IV of Spades.

[uniquersitybzb-blog]

The most iconic quote that started it all. (January 2, 2018 7:26PM)

[foolishwarlock]

orange moodboard with Unique Salonga 💓

[spcychs07]

Let's all look at the camera and not tell Blaster

[cryptidcraab]

What do we think of these arts?

Oh and this

Which is a reference to this

[liaminina]

What if Nikkoi had a "Classic" and "Modern" era, like Sonic?

This is Classic Nikkoi.

I made this drawing some weeks ago. I finished it now. I feel proud of myself... 😊

[liaminina]

It was a snowy night.

The bells were ringing, and carols were heard all over. The lights, adorning all the buildings around town, shone brightly. Even the small house at the end of the street was decked in the holiday cheer. This house was well-known, for it was the residence of a certain guitarist and his holographically projected friend...

"Nikkoi!", a voice called out. "Is everything ready?"

"Yup!", answered another voice. "Condition all green."

Nikkoi —real name and designation: Unique— had been living with Blaster Mitchelle ever since the latter had awakened the former from his digital slumber. At first, he did not like being seen—he was afraid his oddness would scare people away. Only a lonely green sound wave on a black screen was how he communicated with the outside world.

But he had a deep desire to connect with humans and be closer to them. As this desire grew, something in him began to change— his data was rewritten. He was still inside the black screen, but now, he looked different. Built with green pixels, the image of a young man whose hair resembled a mushroom's hat, he wore round glasses, and his eyes —small dots— turned into horizontal dashes every time he blinked.

And when he fulfilled that desire, he underwent a final transformation: by means of holographic projection, he manifested himself as a human figure. He looked the same as he did in his second form, except that now, he was also clad in black pajamas.

His voice was soft, being able to switch to an ear-soothing falsetto. This made people fall in love with him. They could feel what he conveyed in his melodies. His swarm of loyal admirers only grew bigger with each new stage he performed in.

Now, after a long year of gigs, it was time for a well-deserved rest.

Blaster had just finished decorating his tree, and now, all that was left was lighting it up.

"Okay, on the count of three."

On the attic, a collection of cords and cables were connected to an old computer. There were cables connected to a router, attached to the wall, while the cords were all plugged in to a power strip, next to the door. Blaster, along with some friends, arranged these so that it would be easier for Nikkoi to travel around the house's computer networks.

"One, two... THREE!"

Nikkoi launched himself from Blaster's phone, traveling through the tunnels of data, skimming through wires, until he got to the electrical current. He passed through it and made the lights of the tree illuminate brightly. Each color shone, in its own unique way.

"There we go! That's what I call 'passing the test with flying colors!'", Blaster said, satisfied with the final result.

As Nikkoi materialized, he asked him, "Blaster... will I ever get to feel this 'holiday cheer' humans talk about?"

Blaster simply answered, "Of course you will. In time."