#riley (oc)

[starryybrained]

In His Place

Whumptober Day 3: Set up to fail

Content: BBU, pet whump, institutionalized slavery, conditioning, light violence

492 bites the inside of his cheek. The stark lighting beats down on him, hot and uncomfortable. Handler Riley circles him. He, unlike 492, is confident, the way he slinks around him slimy and shameless.

“Position one.”

Stand straight, back stiff. Hands at sides. Head slightly down, but not too far down. Eyes drawn upwards. Face neutral.

“Position… ten.” Handler Riley’s voice sounds bored. He holds a wooden rod, smacking it onto his palm, shifting his weight from knee to knee.

492 knows this one. He does.

On hands and knees. Remember to angle the head upward.

“Posture, trainee.” Handler Riley snaps, jabbing at 492’s side with the rod. 492 immediately corrects himself, shifting into the proper positioning.

“Position five.”

492 drops into a bow, his head touching the ground. It’s easy to remember this one, but he drills it into his head again as he goes through the motions. He wouldn’t trust himself to remember otherwise.

“Twelve.”

492 hesitates. Twelve, twelve, remember — he crosses both arms behind his back, wrist against wrist. The motion is sloppy, rushed, and 492 knows it. He screws up his eyes tight, and just like he expected, Riley kicks him in the side. He forces himself not to grunt, tensing up in order to stay still.

“Come on, Blondie. Pick up the pace.”

“Sorry, sir.” 492 responds, voice tight. “I’ll do better.”

Handler Riley scoffs. “I’ll believe it when you shape up.”

“Yes, sir.” A sudden bout of anger lances through 492. He grits his teeth. Handler Riley is an idiot. A sleazy, third-rate excuse for a human being.

“I promise.”

He’s only so confident because of that stupid rod. He’d be fucked if he were locked up and pumped full of The Drip. Set up to fail from the moment his name was exchanged for a number.

492 revels in the thought of Riley kneeling in his place.

“Then show me position two.”

[nightmun]

Ho boy well here's a bunch of RD oc refs I did a while back! In order we have new refs for Haniel and Otta (these refs were for artfight hence the extra info), Misty (original design by @pokeblog123), ANOMA, Elliot Finch, Riley, Bailey, Otta's parents Fitzgerald and Olivia Pace (plus their ghost forms), Otta and Haniel's cat Sir Frederick, Pokeblog123's Mal's cat, and finally @hear-that-music-in-the-air's Laika!

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Riley, my silly little guy (haunted by The Horrors)

[genderbndr]

Im feelin sleepy tired rn so im getting off tumblr for the night after rebloggin stuff for like 20 minutes lol. felt like posting some lil sketches i did so heres my main 3 ocs but in a ghost au (ghosts r so fun to draw, u should try some time mydude)

In order, Paintily, Riley and Demon (creative name, am I right?)

[planetcrayon]

[starryybrained]

Sunshine

Whumptober Day 1: [Alt. prompt] - Forgotten

Content: BBU, pet whump, institutionalized slavery, memory loss, dehumanization

Just as much as they’re looking for potential buyers, WRU is always looking for new applicants. They hire PR, graphic designers and skilled writers to fill pamphlets with sunny descriptions of a life spent with no more responsibilities, they bend over backwards to make the life of a pet sound enticing beyond comparison.

Their trainees and pets are happy, living in euphoria, freed by their servitude. Never do they have to think of what ails them, never do they have to remember what’s hurt them before. A life of perfect contentment lies within the WRU facilities, waiting for those who feel called to it to enter.

Yet another person has fallen for that narrative.

It takes as little as putting a pen to paper and writing his name to make it so. The cursive script comes out in two simple strokes and the deep blue ink comes out smooth. It’s the last he’ll ever see of his name from then on — a scribbly blue mess of botched cursive.

He savors it, slightly melancholy because it really is a nice name. It has a ring to it. But he supposes it was never truly meant for him.

Next to it is a number.

656492.

He hands over the contract, and the person on the other side of the desk sets it aside. They regard him carefully, giving the papers a once-over to make sure everything is signed. (Consent is extremely important to the WRU, after all.)

“Okay, looks like everything is in order.” They tell him. “We’ll have you escorted to your new living quarters soon.”

He nods in response, playing with his hands in his lap. Waiting. Expectant.

The person at the desk notices, and gently, they smile at him.

“It’ll be fine,” they assure him. “You’re in good hands.”

He nods, noticing the way their smile doesn’t reach their eyes. “I know I am.”

492 can’t remember it now.

His name.

It goes forgotten, like so many other things he’s slowly started to lose hold of. His family, his home, what his face looks like… it’s all crumbling to bits.

He reaches for the memory, the feel of the word on his lips, muscle memory from a lifetime of owning it — but he can’t decipher it. His lips form the name, just barely, and his head throbs, unhappy with the strain it takes just to reach into the depths of his head to find nothing.

What his handlers call him aren’t names.

Trainee. 492. You.

Blondie. Pet. Dumbass.

It’s a disservice to his past self, he thinks. Not only enduring the suffering of losing himself but also calling himself these stupid numbers in his head – as if he’s too empty and blank for anything more.

Though maybe his past self would agree that he deserves to be reduced to this. That this is the price to pay for an “out.”

Some escape this is – endlessly trapped inside a cell.

He yearns for the sun.

Won’t someone take him out to let the warm rays grace his face? To bask in the warmth, let him take shelter away from the icy, pallid light within his cell?

Then it comes to him in a revelation, the feeling like divine knowledge touching him – Sunshine. The name has a luminous quality to it, light and wonderful against the sheer walls of his cell and the nacreous lights above.

… That’s his name. Sunshine.

It tastes like warmth on his tongue, it feels like a prayer, something forbidden and good. It reminds him of how the old one felt. Right.

He’d asked about names once. If handlers could actually remember all those strings of numbers. It had to have been only a few days into his training – Handler Riley stared at him with a funny look, a tiny little smile that bent lopsided; strange, twisted humor dripping from his voice as he spoke. 492 – no, Sunshine – had searched his eyes, seeking an answer to his question. Handler Riley spoke smoothly, his eyes never leaving Sunshine’s as he responded.

“You will receive a name once you deserve one.”

Which is why he’ll never tell a single soul.

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[starryybrained]

Directionless Energy

Whumptober Day 12: “Just a little more”

AN: Yes, Sunshine has ADHD (just like me!) I thought it would be fun for him to share that trait with me - and also agonizing for him to spend most of his days in an empty room.

Content: BBU, pet whump, institutionalized slavery, surveillance, conditioning

“… I think that’s enough for now.”

With a tiny exhale, 492 relaxes, thankful that it’s over. He can finally go from one monotonous slog to another less tense one.

“Practice while I’m gone.” Handler Riley adds, pointing to him.

492 nods. His brows furrow slightly, but Riley doesn’t offer any comment if he notices.

Once Riley leaves him behind for the day, Sunshine is completely and utterly alone.

He no longer needs to fully play the part of 492, to his relief. He can just… relax. Slightly. As much as a prisoner can when he’s stuck in a room with a bucket and a camera.

Sunshine has been told they’re always watching him. Handler Riley says they have eyes everywhere… and maybe he’s less of an idiot than Sunshine had previously thought. At least not a mindless scumbag. Someone who knows a bit more than he does about the system, only because he can see it from a birds-eye view.

He’s still an idiot, though. Sunshine would never think of him as smart, not by a long shot, and Riley seemed to have no other skills than to berate Sunshine and hit him. He’s a one-and-done type of guy, straightforward. Not yet clever enough to play mind games with the same skill the senior handlers are capable of. Riley is hungry, always wanting more, sloppy compared to Handler Kiera. He gets the job done, and that’s as much as he can say for himself.

Sunshine mentally reviews the positions again, idly moving into the individual poses. He can remember them now, at least for the moment. The repetition must be good for him, given how scattered his brain is.

He goes through all the positions, ten times each, losing track of his thoughts as the motions become second nature.

…How long should he keep going at this? Should he alternate them again?

It’s all useless busywork, of course, but practicing positions gives him a little bit more to do than to fidget and bottle up loose energy. The monotony of them grates on him, though. It splits his head apart.

Soon, he’s sitting on the ground, his legs crisscrossed, jiggling his right leg and hitting his left with a fist, not enough to hurt, but just enough for the movement and sensations to scratch an itch in his brain. It’s repetitive just like his positions, but it’s all him and it’s so, so much better. With nothing to do and nowhere to be, what else can he do anyway?

A little more to do would be nice. Just a little more. A book or a puzzle or something. Or maybe even one of those fidget toys. There isn’t much a trainee can do to hurt others with one of those, right? Sunshine is well-behaved. He deserves to have something other than… nothing.

…Or does he?

The thought takes him by surprise, and he blinks twice, staring off mid-stim. Of course he does. Of course.

Everyone deserves something.

[nightmun]

Finally getting into the Murder Drones stuff :). To start off, here's a bunch of AU designs of characters for this universe! In order we've got Haniel, Bailey, Otta, Elliot, Riley, and Raiden! I'll design more AU designs for this universe eventually cause this AU is probably one of the most robust ones my friends and I have so stay tuned for those...eventually