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@the-bomb-house
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Here we got a household full of bomb heads.
All dropping in from different universes at once.
Oh yeah and the people who care for them are all sick and tired of The Greater Good.
And hacker girl here knows a lot more than she should so is trying to fix this mess.
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Woah, this was a big house. Massive. Well, at least bigger than his own, which... Wasn't particularly saying much, but eh, details. All he needed to do was... There, now that door was in his grasp. The salesman hid it behind all the other doors they were lugging around, he'd learned his lesson on leaving it easily visible. Aaaand game time. Mint? Eaten. Smile? Salesman style. Now to ring the doorbell.
"Hello! Anybody home?"
[ @door-to-door-door-salesman ]
A small bomb walks up to the now empty doorway and blinks up at the other. What the.
“Did you take our door?”
A set of footsteps could be heard from inside.
“Bitty who’s at the- why is the door not there-“
"Why does everyone assume I took their door come on-"
Maybe because you did??? Carry on, high and mighty salesman- In response, Harold made his smile a bit wider, more approachable.
"I have absolutely no idea, and did, in fact, not take any doors unlike the accusations make it out to be! However, I do know where you might get a new one, and that is from my stock right here!"
A bit hard on the sell there, but he could work with that.
Monika blinks, before a little mini semi transparent coding box appears. After a few seconds the door is back on its hinges, still open so Harold can talk to them.
“Bitty how about you go bake with Adam, yeah?”
Bitty nods before turning off.
“BIG SISTER CAN WE MAKE COOKIES?!”
“Of course dear!”
Monika chuckles before turning back to Harold, hand on hacks hip.
“Well well well.”
Harold makes a noise that sounds a lot like an "A." at that, looking from his doors to the doorframe a good three times before he fully processed it. Well. This was going to be more difficult than usual, but there had been worse experiences.
"... I- Thought I was the only one that could teleport things hold up-"
He's processing, the himbo's registering.
She lets out a chuckle. Rose shaking their head.
“Uh. I don’t… teleport things. I can rather ‘hack’ the world. It’s essentially like a more complex computer but messing around with it I can move things, bring things into existence- even delete things.”
Ah. Important differentiation, for obvious reasons, considering all he could do was... Teleport things, and himself. Probably better not to try to do it on people.
"... Isn't that really complicated- In my defense I flunked my computer class but- Don't you have to put in the uh. The x and the y?"
“Oh the x and y coordinates? Ah yeah. Longitude, Latitude due to real life as well. Plus the angle, dimensions, color, textures- it’s a lot. Very complex but as a person who l-“
They bite their tongue.
“Has been doing this their entire life. I’m used to it.”
"Well, am I glad I'm not you- Probably would've ended up causing some fucking tear in reality, heh."
Oh, right, he was here to sell doors, not. Have a whole conversation with his newest victim customer.
"Annnyways- You interested in buying a door... Just because?"
Rose snorts softly at that, shaking their head.
"I am not, but how much ya want for one anyway?"
Is she really gonna pay him anyway? Yeah actually. She's just that cool.
"Uuh- Like- $80 would be fine...?"
Now this was an unforeseen turn of events. He could only think of another person that had decided to do this just because, and that... Had been one of the nicest, most confusing moments of his life.
She blinks, aight seemed like a decent price. They pull out rose wallet and hand over 4 20 dollar bills. Just like that. huh
So anyway. Ig be on look out for a bombhead that goes by Pavel :] ( @ Blastzone)
"Aight, I guess I will be-"
Speak and the devil and he shall appear, a slightly shorter bombhead walks into the alley.
"Hey. Jfc yer tall. You go by Blastzone?"
A nod.
"Yup. Guessin' yer that 'Pavel' guy the anons keep mentionin'?"
A swift, curt nod from the smaller.
"Yeah. That's me. Look I don't have all day n I gotta find 4 other's so unless ya wanna get left behind c'mon."
"...Alllright."
Off they go ig.
Eyo Pavel? I think there might be something off with this new batch. Not the bombs or anything but… you guys might wanna be a bit more careful.
"Off?"
Ugh great. He's gonna have to ask Monika about this shit, isn't he? Wonderful, just peachy.
"Allllright. Thanks fer the heads up."
Y e a h there's a lot more bomb's in this place. Timeline collapse or somethin Idk the details
“Ugh, this again.” And they had just gotten comfortable with the change…
Tony sighed. “Well.. I guess that means we’ll have more people to talk to.” That cold either be a good or very bad thing, depending.
Another bomb or two tbh. You'll see em when ya see em (still at Firebrand-)
“Hmph.” Alright, fine, that was… well not normal but it did kinda make sense. Maybe that’s what had happened..
Ayo- Firebrand
Y'all finna have some company soon
He tensed, narrowing his eyes at the odd grey person. “What kinda company?” To say he was suspicious would be an understatement.
Well ya ain't exactly in your universe. N ya ain't exactly gonna be able to get home for a w h i l e.
"...Oh. Shit."
I mean, he didn't really have a specific home to begin with. He just sorta vibed. And killed and maimed, that too.
Send “🌟” and I’ll tell you what my muse truly desires. Be it something simple, more complex, what would truly make them feel happy and content with life and themselves.
Ayo Blastzone. Another Bombhead is on the way to come pick you up. Be mindful he's uh.... seemingly not too fond of ya.
He blinks.
"Oh. I'on think I need help gettin' anywhere, but... Okay?"
Pavel, The bombhead you're going to is called blastz9ne.he's, uh, a doozy. Mass murderer type, ya know?
Pavel pauses for a moment seemingly frozen in place as he walks along the street. A distant look in his eyes, of almost bitter nostalgia and deja vu. After a moment he grits his teeth.
"Noted."
The DILF has arrived
He rolled his eyes at them. Ugh, this again.
“ACH-!” The bombheads fell to the floor in a heap, surprisingly uninjured from the fall.
Firebrand groaned and lifted his head. “Where th’ hell are we?” He looked around, confused. They were just in the hideout, how did they get here?!
Caustic wiggled out from under Tony, shaking itself. “Rrr.. Don’t know…” It shuffled a bit, clicking and glancing between the other three.
Tony sat up and pat it on the head. “S’ ok bud, we’ll be fine. Nothin’ bad’ll happen, we jus’ gotta get back to tha hideout, ok?”
It chirped softly and snuggled up under his chin.
“Yeah! We’ll be fine!” Nick gave them a wide grin.
Firebrand rolled his eyes and huffed, a small smile on his face. “Let’s get goin’ then.”
And so they set off to hopefully find their way back home.
—
In a far-off alley another group was picking themselves off the floor.
Luckily Tower had been on the bottom, otherwise there would have definitely been some broken bones. His eyes swept over the others, checking for any injuries, satisfied when he found nothing. “Well… this was unexpected.”
Alistair brushed some dire off his suit. “Mmh, indeed… this might be similar to when out worlds first merged.” That was an intriguing thought. Would they be able to access their own tggs here? They should, if it was anything like what they’d expected before. But if not…
Melis gave the others a worried look. “We should try to get back, right? This place doesn’t seem very safe…” It was an alleyway. Not the best place for keeping away from danger.
“We’ll be fiiiiine! Let’s just go find a map or something.” Mike stretched, a casual grin on his face.
Melis sighed, and Alistair rolled his eyes.
—
[All of the lads from @bombs-vs-clouds are now available for asks]
Snow’s Muses
Firebrand
Age: 25
Race: Bombhead
Height: 8’6
Pronouns: He/him
Attractions: Aro Ace
Description: A bombhead with red eyes and black pupils. He wears a black jacket and a red t-shirt, with dark blue pants. His wick is a bit jagged and slightly darker than usual.
Caustic
Age: 23
Race: Bombhead
Height: 7’7
Pronouns: He/it/acid (acid/acids/acidself)
Attractions: Bi
Description: A bombhead with yellow eyes and green slit pupils. It has sharp-triangular teeth and bright green blood and insides. He wears a yellow hoodie and grass green pants.
Nick
Age: 19
Race: Bombhead
Height: 8’1
Pronouns: He/they/it/swir (swir/swirs/swirself)
Attractions:
Description: A bombhead with orange eyes and yellow pupils. He’s a lanky little fucker, still having the awkward teenage gangliness he woulda sworn he’d grown out of by now. Swir wears a purplish-indigo hoodie and faded yellow-orange pants. Its wick is a bit kinked.
Tony
Age: 44
Race: Bombhead
Height: 9’2
Pronouns: He/they/grav/met (grav/gravs/gravself, met/mets/metself)
Attractions: Demi Bi
Description: A sturd bombhead with a very bulky build as well as orange eyes and yellow pupils. He wears a dark blue hoodie and faded orange-yellow pants. Grav has a deep, gravely voice and speaks with a slight boston accent.
Alistair
Age: 32
Race: Cloud Person
Height: 6’8
Pronouns: He/they/cal/cold (cal/cals/calcself, cold/colds/coldself)
Attractions: Unknown
Description: A cloudman with dark blue eyes, and a slight blue tint to his fur. He has black, slightly pointed nails and small fangs. Cold wears a light near-white suit with a white undershirt, pale blue pants, and pointy black dress shoes. They also often wear white gloves.
Melis
Age: 30
Race: Cloud Person
Height: 5’7
Pronouns: He/them
Attractions: Aro Ace
Description: A cloudman with teal eyes and a slight green tint to his fur. He wears a bluegreen cardigan on top of a nearly-white blue shirt, grey pants, and a brown tie with a spiral of soft yellow going down it.
Mikey Mike
Age: 24
Race: Cloud Person
Height: 5’5
Pronouns: He/they/it
Attractions: Bi
Description: A slightly short cloud with a thin frame, cyan eyes, and a slight yellow tint to his fur. He usually wears a washed out pastel yellow suit with a white undershirt, whitish-blue pants, and white dress shoes.
Boss/Mr.Tower
Age: 48
Race: Cloud Person
Height: 9’8
Pronouns: He/they/light (light/lights/lightself)
Attractions: ???
Description: An extremely tall, very buff cloudman with purplish-blue eyes and a slight cyan tint to his fur. He wears a white suit, white pants, and black dress shoes.
Banette's Muses
Blastzone
Species: Bombhead
Age: 24
Height: 12'3
Pronouns: He/it/Blast
Orientation: Questioning
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Text: "This"
And that's when the portal opened, dropping a tall bombhead on his head into an alleyway. He slowly got up, rubbing his head.
"Ow... Where th'fuck am I...?"
This bombhead's name is Blastzone. And it goes without saying that this is not his timeline. He looks around curiously.
"...Huh."
Blastzone from @tired-cloud-sadistic-bomb is now Open for Asks
Sometime Ago In The House
Monika heaves an annoyed sigh, looking through the coding of the multiverse currently. She tilts their head slightly before bolting up from the chair rose sat in.
This was not good. She rushes downstairs into the main area and opens the door.
"Hey guys not to alarm you but uh. A few more timelines just collapsed into ours."
Pavel looks up from playing a game with Bitty, who tilts his head slightly. Hex and Sunday also stop chatting.
"What."
Monika laughs.
"Yeah. Uh Pavel can you go get them?"
The bombhead groans in annoyance.
"Why me?"
"Because."
"Ugh.... f i n e"
