#zanecrazy

[experiment--1006]

(This is out of the one I've been doing so far so uhhhh hopefully I'm not too late uhhhhhhhh)

"Hey there, uh... Little one? May I call you that?"

"Are you okay...? Do you need anything?"

No you can't. Only thing I need is all of you to leave me alone until this stupid thing wears off

[Young!Prototype: 6/15 Asks]

[dxrkhexrtmuses]

Hey! I saw your blog and since I love the Prototype so much I wanna start a roleplay with you!!! it'll be based around my oc, Jackco, who was a subject quickly made after Poppy to test some things, like maybe the Poppy Gel or something like that. He's incredibly small, slightly smaller than Poppy even! I'll show more of his personality over time, but he is a Jack-in-a-box and was inspired by the Prototype's design both in-universe and how I made him. His human name is Jade (Noah) Smith, he changed his name before transforming because he didn't like the old one. Human version also met the Prototype and maybe even Jack (who eventually became part of Doey) and was timid, nervous, and shy then. Anyways, my bad for lore dumping, but I thought it was important cause you might need that information for when we do start, so... I'll begin!!//

Walking down in the vents, Jackco looked at his small bag of items. A needle and a rather huge thing of thread for repairs, a knife that Jackco himself made to defend against others, and a small container. This container held Poppy Gel, in which it was only until recently he was running out. The scientists used the gel onto him, but only in very tiny doses, because any other amount could've caused some unwanted damage. This made Jackco practically immortal, like Poppy and the Prototype.

Jackco had stayed in the vents ever since the Hour of Joy. It gave him an advantage. Since he was so small and nimble, he was able to explore and now know the vents like how he knows almost nearly every single project placed under here. Even if he came out of the vents, it was short as physically possible, with it being fully planned, just like anything else...

He heard the Prototype. He was nearby where Jackco was right now.

Yes the Prototype definitely was nearby, on the other side of the opening of the vent or in this case Jackco’s exit. He himself hadn’t heard anything out of the ordinary, and now he was in his usual hiding place doing repairs on one of his legs.

The wrench in his long needly hand was being used to crank and tighten a loose bolt on one of his leg joints and at the moment that was all that was heard. He never noticed the movement in the vent above his hiding spot nor did he notice anything around his current placement because he was way too into making sure all the blots stayed tight.

His lower half was in sitting position, which looked strangely cute with how he was sitting, though this time his back legs were the ones that were crossed as he was repairing one of the front ones at this moment. Beside his hulking mechanical spider body, there were various tools stretched out around him within arms reach and now he had just placed the wrench down to grab a screwdriver to tighten a much smaller screw inside one of the open bolts. His upper half was curved unnaturally to slouch over his work and he leaned in to get a much closer look at the tiny screw as he tightened it, only for the screw to snap which caused him to grunt in dissatisfaction.

Almost immediately, he began turning the screwdriver in reverse and very slowly it began moving out. It was a while though, and he still didn’t notice anything around him as after a few minutes the broken screw finally pops out and he gently places it down right beside him then goes to find a screw long enough to replace it with. His needly fingers moving all types of screws and nails this way and that in search for a much better replacement. His head and eye now searching also, and softly one of the bells on his that that was resting on his shoulder fell into hanging position at the movement, making the bell jolt then jingle.

As far as he knew he was alone, and all the while he actually felt content and surprisingly safe as he did self maintenance on his leg. Hopefully nothing would ruin this nice quiet. Hopefully.

[experiment--1006]

(okay so I'm kinda gonna improvise smth he's kinda an oc but more or so a different version of the player. hope this makes sense. ((making some stuff as we go lol-)))

Noah Smith, A timid and nervous man. One day, he discovered some of the secrets of Playtime Co. Though, the people behind the company "took care of it". He was not there during the Hour of Joy, but came back years later due to pressure. He had some connection with the Prototype, though it was undecided of how and why.

Noah seems to have also recently been wanting to be called "Jazz", though this has been seen as pointless. His other old name is "Riley".

He walked around a bit in circles, terrified of just... Everything. He wished everything could slow down, but no matter how much he tried, it just went faster and faster. He felt like he was going insane...

Until he saw someone right in front of the entrance in the hallway he was in.

[A single glowing eye regards the unfamiliar figure from the shadows. Whoever they are, this interloper, they fear. That much is obvious.]

[Ah. And now they've noticed they have company.]

Good evening.

[The Prototype stands half-obscured in the darkness, body tilted to the side at an unnatural angle. Almost languidly.]