#the warnings

[fedoraspooky]

Speechless

[vollerey]

im scared for the hush video help . ☹️

i i dont like this one bit guys..

hes def babygirl tho but sttill im scared💀.

[deergirlslut]

Love that every chapter is getting more trigger warnings. The final episode is gonna take a half hour to read.

[joeynihil]

You don't need to have a hole to get fucked.

You just need a tumblr account.

[ahotpeaceofshit]

The Prolog: The Warnings

The sun goes down as I write these words 

My careful song draws in the large birds 

It calls the quiet Nymphs and the Molors from the ground 

A simple comfort have they found 

Their ears heeding and their minds sharp 

As the sky ascends upon the dark 

   This tale is passed from mouth to mouth, 

From folk to people, no story can live without 

Little beings to spread the word 

The song is sung and a story is told, 

And thus the first warning begins to unfold. 

   Don't trust the beings who tell of what is to be 

This story warns to accept only what you see. 

The Sirens who know the way of Yquar 

Are not to be trusted, at least, not very far 

They tell the truth, should thou believe 

Their beautiful lies, a gross disease 

If you heed, your demise, guaranteed 

   The second warning comes, spoken and bold, 

Magic isn't a tool but a curse upon the world 

Those who weld it, wish to be our lords 

They who trust it, are the cleverest fools 

The fairest Mools in other words 

And they who defy it, have few disregards 

For their life, their future, so tell it the cards 

   The third warning is rare but it has been heard before, 

Their bonds are tied and later ignored 

Ute's blood, left out to dry 

Human treachery, this story does imply 

Their promises, they couldn't break 

Strong as a wall of filth that they dream to build 

All their values they do forsake 

And the truth they scheme to fake 

The gap of true power, with false honour, they wish to fill. 

Tricky is the fourth warning, falsehood hard to deny. 

The all these warnings, they tell of lies 

Don't trust this, curse that, nothing is to be believed 

Don't see, eyes will be deceived 

Trust the teachings, trust the old knowledge 

And trust those who have seen how you shall die 

And don't trust those who have learned to fly. 

   Unending are the warnings that swirl around this tale 

Not all are used in the tongues that tell 

They pick and they choose which fits their thought 

That is the core of the very fifth 

Do not trust the warnings of this lot 

Your minds the teller will corrupt 

Trust not the words of this very myth 

Unless you yourself have made them up 

   The sixth warning is that of love, 

A favourite, from those below and to them above 

A beautiful curse, of which many do fondly tell 

On their joyous past they seem to dwell 

But the poisonous blessing shall kill you slowly 

It's villainous bite, truly the most unholy 

Do not trust this infectious feeling 

Until their true nature is revealing 

   Seventh is the last warning to grace us 

Before this tale can truly begin 

And thereafter, when gone is the fuss 

Burden the mind not with how you will end 

Rejoice, for death is a new friend 

Caution to all who hear, no youth can be preserved 

Just the attempt to avoid death is simply absurd 

  Now, that all the warnings have been said and done, 

It is time to reach the true fun 

The tale still need to be told 

And it all begins with an Oracle 

Words of truth that shouldn't have been spoken 

A vow of silence should have remained unbroken. 

[sleepydrummer]

Only when I think and feel thee Do my empty days fill with colour.

Fernando Pessoa, Message

[fedoraspooky]

Figure these asks are close enough that I could answer 'em both in one go!

Ending under the Read More:

After the fight, Jabber had fought off multiple threats but had been left severely weakened afterwards, to the point where he was basically dying and at the mercy of the other players, who now had the Typewriter... and now knew what he was. What he'd done.

Expecting the worst, he just weakly laughed from where he was flopped on the ground, and was like "Well, guess this is it. My one regret... is that I won't be around to accept the Oscar for this death scene..." as he started crumbling away into dried up chips of paint and ink. Everything started blurring, then going dark...

...And then he breathed in. Opened his eyes. Sat bolt upright from where he'd been crumbling on the ground just moments ago and patted himself down in disbelief. He was alright!

They'd spared him.

Because sure, they knew he was a monster now- but they also knew why. And he HAD just saved them from Kay's horror doppelganger getting the typewriter and erasing her original counterpart, so there's that. (The two actually worked things out between them and consider themselves sisters now!)

But most importantly... Over the time Jabber had been working for him, Jabber had started to feel like a son to Muddy. To the point where Muddy had even been thinking of leaving the diner to him when he retires. Jabber had kept a lot of secrets from him, but he still was a good employee, and a good kid, zany antics aside. And finding out that the three had been vaulted for so long made Muddy's ink boil.

So ultimately, Jabber (to his utter bafflement!) got a much better ending to this story than he could have ever possibly dreamed of, and even I as his player was expecting!

Muddy used the typewriter to revive Snapper and Pip (granted, in a process that was deeply uncomfortable for Jabber, given that the two had kinda been 'fused' into his body when he absorbed what was left of them in an attempt to keep them from dying. Splitting them up again was NOT pleasant- but any discomfort was swiftly forgotten when he came to his senses, saw them, and scooped his two very confused sibs up into a big hug)!

While Muddy hadn't expected to ever become a dad to one kid, let alone three, he didn't want them to end up separated again after they'd FINALLY been reunited, so he stepped up and adopted all three of them, with the help of his former ex-boyfriend (now reconciled) and show partner Munchie the sheep dog. The Warnings took WB to court for wrongful imprisonment and won freedom from their contracts with them and a TON of money.

They even got their reboot in a way, since Muddy and Munchie were going to have a reboot and part of Muddy's conditions for starring in it were that the Warnings could play parts in the new show as side characters. Between finally being on a show again and no longer being locked away from the world, they were now saved from fading and didn't have to hunt other toons to live anymore!

Of course they weren't without trauma from what they'd dealt with- one of the new contract stipulations is that no scenes they're in involves any kind of large net, for example.

Sometimes it still doesn't feel real to Jabber. He'd be up late at night in bed, staring up at the ceiling wondering how the heck he lucked out this much, after everything he'd done out out of desperation... Sometimes he'll wake up in a panic if it's still dark and he doesn't immediately see or hear his sibs, it's hard to shake the memory of being locked up in a big dark metal container and straining to hear if they're still breathing... But then he looks over and sees them sleeping comfortably, and it eases his mind a little.

To answer the other question: he DID get to use the Typewriter for a few things! Right after he and his sibs had been revived, he ran over and used it to revive Scrabbles first and foremost. Scrabbles appeared and was immediately upset because he got torn away from mouse heaven (They had so much cheese there!) and was stuck in this pitiful existence again. Oblivious to Scrabbles's plight, Jabber was just like "you're welcome! uwu"

He also used it for petty revenge of course- he made it so the WB now OFFICIALLY stood for "Weird Butt" at their old studio, and we got a brief cutaway of that universe's David Zaslav bursting out screaming from the men's room in the executive suite with his pants around his ankles, pursued by the great white shark that had burst from the toilet to bite him in the butt. It then cut back to Jabber laughing, and he segued into a sort of 90s drug PSA moment where he was like "Haha! Ahh, we have fun here at Toon Fiasco... But remember kids! If anyone tries to pressure YOU into using a powerful reality-altering and potentially world-ending artifact, just say NO! ...Uhhhhhhnless you use it to do something really funny!"

Afterwards, the group ultimately decided that it was probably better if something this powerful remained hidden, so they... basically just kinda tossed it away in the junkyard somewhere.

And then, after all the characters' epilogues played out, in a fun little post-credits scene, we saw the Typewriter sitting in a pile of junk... And then, a car pulls up... and all of us, the players, got out and were like "oh THAT'S where we left that thing, we've been lookin' all over for it! Geez, we better pick this up before someone finds it!" And we hauled it into the car and took off driving away into the sunset.

So yes over-all very fun game, I enjoyed it immensely lmao

I love playing antagonists or semi-antagonists who end up aggressively adopted and are all "??????" about it. XD