Feb 28
“WHY are there SO many me’s?! I can’t keep UP with them ALL!!”
(Found the perfect reaction pic for this lol. As soon as I remember the original owner of the person who made this original picture I will edit this post to credit them!)
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“WHY are there SO many me’s?! I can’t keep UP with them ALL!!”
(Found the perfect reaction pic for this lol. As soon as I remember the original owner of the person who made this original picture I will edit this post to credit them!)
“Threeeeee…~”
Oh god, they’re back.
Joy had returned, walking over to Web with a slightly wider grin on their face (or maybe it was just the lighting). They loomed over 3 while their gaze was locked onto him, their mask tilting ever so slightly with a click. Their gaze was cold, calculating, cruel.
They wanted 3 to entertain them more, aching to see him writhe and twitch in pain again. They missed his choked gargles and spilled blood, the feeling of his abdomen giving way around their claws, the glazed look in his eye.. it brought a shiver up their spine.
They stand by Web, craving his attention. They were starving, silently praying that they’ll get a chance to ruin 3 more. After all, they could do way more than just stabbing him..
Oh, so much more.
His eyes were still on 1 trying to rid himself of his new itchy scales on his brand new body, until that voice. His eye goes wide and he feels himself stop breathing for a moment. Fear rose in him slightly.
JOY was here.
His head turns slowly, his eye still wide until it narrows and he glares up from his spot at the towering amalgamation high above him. He might have looked angry and ready to fight now, but he was actually terrified on the inside. He now knew his human body couldn’t do a damned thing against this thing or even protect himself against this thing. His heart raced inside his now bare chest but his narrowed eye bore into JOY’s. He hisses as he glares, but the slight twitching of the sides of his eye and mouth was giving his inner feelings about this all away. Though he hides his clear fear with a smirk, his voice deep.
“JOY..What do you want?” he taunts, his smirk widening slightly, “Come to finish the job? Or have you come to gloat? Because honestly I’m not in the mood for either…And I still owe you an ass kicking…”
Good job Web, you are definitely gonna get more than just an abdomen wound. He still looked small in the cushion nest, his wrapped belly could clearly be seen, the gauze stained red, but thankfully not as much as before when he was on the floor.
Web kept that glaring smirk, almost outwardly taunting the damn towering amalgamation to do something, but his heart was still racing with terror. Though the smile made him glare more, that was the thing that ticked him off. And he was still very pissed about 1 and Rei getting hurt. Still very pissed. He really wished he had his old body back…Not this one.
how ya doing buddy?? are you okay? here! i got a gift for you!
*Two you sized plushies have been added to your inventory! One of Art, and one of Rei. They are very soft and warm, and have the scents cotton candy and lavender respectively.
Immediately he snatches the two toys and hold them close. They looked just like them both, albeit in completely new forms but he recognizes them just the same.
His arms wrap around the two plushies tightly as his head lowers, his legs gripping closer as he makes a little sniffle, only responding to the anon in two words.
“Thank you..”
The scents didn’t bother him, nor did he care about them, he just felt a lot better that at least he somewhat got to hold One and Rei again. At least anons weren’t all bad.
(Help!! I can’t stop drawin him!!! XD)
(I believe he has now completely taken over my blog…He won’t let me on anymore!!! Help!!)
“Shh SHHH. Shoo OFF you go!! IT’S all mine…MINE!”
Distant maniacal laughter can be heard from the Mun’s room. She has no more control. Prototype had won.
Such a long, painful day…Well two days. Web was resting, recovering his wounds from the amalgamation named JOY. He looked peaceful as he slept, his head comfortably nestled on the plush cushions in 1’s little hideout, currently also surrounded by critters.
They all stared, some slept against him, around him. It was cute, and surprisingly they were extremely careful when around him. His wounds were still wrapped by the gauze and wrapping 1 had given him, now yet again, stained red with his blood. His whole body ached, but sleeping felt nice. 1 was keeping guard next to him, and if Web saw this, he’d be feeling extremely embarrassed about it all. Though he loved 1’s company. He’d never admit it though.
He’d have to take a few days to recover, and that was just fine with him if 1 was here. Hopefully no one would bother him as he lay there. He hoped not at all.
(Web now accepting asks! XD Forgot which number I’m on for the magic Anon Human/Web…)
"You look....different."
Roscoe is staring at 3, eyes narrowed in a cartoonish exaggeration of scrutiny and finger tapping at his chin as he looks the Prototype up and down several times. It's also clear he is trying very, VERY hard not to smile, going off the way the edges of his mouth are twitching.
On his shoulder, Poppy looks...well, hesitant, concerned, basically not happy with this situation, tugging not-so-gently on the human's ear, "Roscoe, don't you dare -"
The man ignores her, snapping his fingers suddenly as he gives in to the urge to grin, a snarky little expression. It's like he WANTS to get stabbed again...
"I got it! You got a new haircut!"
"Oh my god..."
@worldsworstemployee
Oh the biggest smile creeps onto his brand new face as he stares down at the Butcher and Poppy from his towering raised and confident posture. His violet eyes move to Poppy then to Roscoe as his smile grows ever wider with each passing second, with each comment the both of them would say. His hands gently clasped elegantly behind his back, his mechanical spider legs adjusting themselves and one of them slightly tapping as his new eyes stare deeply into the both of them, like he was staring straight into their souls.
It was extremely amusing just watching this, and Roscoe’s obvious ploy at a joke made his smile grow wider yet again. It looked like he was having none of Roscoe’s stupidity, but in reality he was in an intense fit of amusement on the inside.
A soft chuckle escapes his voice box, the slightly older Ollie voice he had been keeping on throughout stayed all up into he said Roscoe’s title, forcefully making it demonic and dark to attempt to scare him. He was extremely amused by all of this, he found this funny.
“Hello Poppy…BUTCHER…” he settles into a smirk as he continues, “Hmm…I do look different..” he leans closer, his grin widening again as he slightly glares right into Roscoe’s eyes, like he was tempting him to say something more, “No…Not a new haircut…Try again..”
Oh that was an obvious threat to make Roscoe continue, and it was quite tempting to run his long needly fingers through that stupid British man’s face. Extremely tempting but he liked the word play way more. He craved it.
“WHO the fuck TOLD Catnap 1 LIKED balloons?! I WILL END YOU!!”
He throws a chair across the room, the poor chair just turns to splinters as it slams against the wall. Why was he always throwing chairs? He lets out a scream caused by static and mechanical parts. He was protective towards his other self again.
He wasn’t angry at Catnap though. Catnap didn’t know, it was the evil Anon’s fault. Poor Catnap was just caught in the middle. Catnap needed some ice cream or something after all this, a treat of some sort, while he’d rip this anon’s body apart for thinking of suggesting the balloons.
It seemed almost as if he had a big brother protectiveness toward his other self. Which was sweet of him, if he didn’t have the power to tear limb from limb.
you've been awfully quiet while both your clones have been suffering max amounts of emotional and physical damage- unless you're asleep then thats fine but still JOIN IN DUDE!!! <3
(Yes I was asleep lol. What did I miss?!)
“DON’T mind me…THIS heating pad MADE me pass OUT…”
(Well ok…No wonder you’re sprawled out onto the floor…I thought you got squished by building…You look silly just laying there..)
“HMM…?”