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@the-helper-house
[Enjoy your time here. Allow me to introduce everyone.]
[If you’re not familiar with us, we’re from a multiverse known as The Birdhouse. We are inter-dimensional beings created to fulfil small roles in said multiverse. We typically reside inside a pocket dimension of The Birdhouse known as The Library]
ooc: looks like this
[Introductions below]
Cameraman mention 🎉
[You offer the anon a thumbs up. Seems someone has a fan]
[A brief solace in this chaos was the fact that Gifts room actually seemed quite homey. It felt… familiar, in a way that almost made her think for a moment that perhaps she actually knew the room. Of course, that moment was futile, and she was still never quite sure]
[It was a little bit of an organised chaos. Numerous small, miscellaneous little items littered the room— jewellery, stuffed animals, books, copyrighted brand titles that couldn’t be named. Nothing really… corresponded with anything around it, but somehow together it all managed to blend in]
[A clean, plain white bed sat tucked into the corner of the room, surrounded by shelves and desks all holding random little knickknacks and doodads. Naturally, she gravitated towards the bed, the springs straining under her weight as she sat]
What d’ya think?
[Guide had toned down her energy, which she was grateful for. She gave another glance around the room]
It’s… busy. I don’t mind it too much
[She seemed truly happy to hear the positive] That’s good!
…How long have you… been here? Been like this?
[Guide hummed, even that tamed energy of hers seeming to damper a little at the question]
Quite a long time, if i remember correctly. The years, experiences, tend to blend together after a while but… I think I was one of the originals.
[Comforting.] Who was the.. first?
Well, the first two Helpers were made at the same time. That would be the other two in the room with us right now.
What?
[Gift suddenly looked up and scanned the room, searching— but there was no one else here. The room was cluttered, yes, but there weren’t exactly any hiding places— were they invisible?—]
[Guide offered a helping hand, by gesturing to myself, and then you]
OH MY GOD—
[They lunged back, suddenly breathing hard, finding the corner of the—] stop talking— [—bed, looking between us, how had they not—?!] STOP TALKING [.. Hm.]
[……. This is why we let them notice on their own. Guide sighed, looking a little guilty]
I knowww… I’m sorry, it just took Knock-Off so long to notice last time…
[Yeah, and it’s like nine years old. And it was for the betterment of it too— look at how quickly it adjusted to us.]
Yeah, alright, fair…
[Gift seemed to have managed his breathing a little, enough to speak again. He— ..oh, fine.]
.. I think I would’ve preferred to know this as soon as possible
[Guide gave me a victory smirk. Ugh. Whatever.]
Um… So. who’s that one..?
[Gift gestured with a meek hand to you. That’s the Cameraman. I’m sure he’s self explanatory]
Cameraman… audience..?
[Sometimes.]
Ah. Oh, I don’t like that.
[You’ll learn to forget it like the rest of us.] …So you’re.. the Narrator? [Bingo. I don’t write the script, I just read it out.]
[A brief solace in this chaos was the fact that Gifts room actually seemed quite homey. It felt… familiar, in a way that almost made her think for a moment that perhaps she actually knew the room. Of course, that moment was futile, and she was still never quite sure]
[It was a little bit of an organised chaos. Numerous small, miscellaneous little items littered the room— jewellery, stuffed animals, books, copyrighted brand titles that couldn’t be named. Nothing really… corresponded with anything around it, but somehow together it all managed to blend in]
[A clean, plain white bed sat tucked into the corner of the room, surrounded by shelves and desks all holding random little knickknacks and doodads. Naturally, she gravitated towards the bed, the springs straining under her weight as she sat]
What d’ya think?
[Guide had toned down her energy, which she was grateful for. She gave another glance around the room]
It’s… busy. I don’t mind it too much
[She seemed truly happy to hear the positive] That’s good!
…How long have you… been here? Been like this?
[Guide hummed, even that tamed energy of hers seeming to damper a little at the question]
Quite a long time, if i remember correctly. The years, experiences, tend to blend together after a while but… I think I was one of the originals.
[Comforting.] Who was the.. first?
Well, the first two Helpers were made at the same time. That would be the other two in the room with us right now.
What?
[Gift suddenly looked up and scanned the room, searching— but there was no one else here. The room was cluttered, yes, but there weren’t exactly any hiding places— were they invisible?—]
[Guide offered a helping hand, by gesturing to myself, and then you]
OH MY GOD—
[They lunged back, suddenly breathing hard, finding the corner of the—] stop talking— [—bed, looking between us, how had they not—?!] STOP TALKING [.. Hm.]
[……. This is why we let them notice on their own. Guide sighed, looking a little guilty]
I knowww… I’m sorry, it just took Knock-Off so long to notice last time…
[Yeah, and it’s like nine years old. And it was for the betterment of it too— look at how quickly it adjusted to us.]
Yeah, alright, fair…
[Gift seemed to have managed his breathing a little, enough to speak again. He— ..oh, fine.]
.. I think I would’ve preferred to know this as soon as possible
[A brief solace in this chaos was the fact that Gifts room actually seemed quite homey. It felt… familiar, in a way that almost made her think for a moment that perhaps she actually knew the room. Of course, that moment was futile, and she was still never quite sure]
[It was a little bit of an organised chaos. Numerous small, miscellaneous little items littered the room— jewellery, stuffed animals, books, copyrighted brand titles that couldn’t be named. Nothing really… corresponded with anything around it, but somehow together it all managed to blend in]
[A clean, plain white bed sat tucked into the corner of the room, surrounded by shelves and desks all holding random little knickknacks and doodads. Naturally, she gravitated towards the bed, the springs straining under her weight as she sat]
What d’ya think?
[Guide had toned down her energy, which she was grateful for. She gave another glance around the room]
It’s… busy. I don’t mind it too much
[She seemed truly happy to hear the positive] That’s good!
…How long have you… been here? Been like this?
[Guide hummed, even that tamed energy of hers seeming to damper a little at the question]
Quite a long time, if i remember correctly. The years, experiences, tend to blend together after a while but… I think I was one of the originals.
[Comforting.] Who was the.. first?
Well, the first two Helpers were made at the same time. That would be the other two in the room with us right now.
What?
[Gift suddenly looked up and scanned the room, searching— but there was no one else here. The room was cluttered, yes, but there weren’t exactly any hiding places— were they invisible?—]
[Guide offered a helping hand, by gesturing to myself, and then you]
OH MY GOD—
[They lunged back, suddenly breathing hard, finding the corner of the—] stop talking— [—bed, looking between us, how had they not—?!] STOP TALKING [.. Hm.]
[A brief solace in this chaos was the fact that Gifts room actually seemed quite homey. It felt… familiar, in a way that almost made her think for a moment that perhaps she actually knew the room. Of course, that moment was futile, and she was still never quite sure]
[It was a little bit of an organised chaos. Numerous small, miscellaneous little items littered the room— jewellery, stuffed animals, books, copyrighted brand titles that couldn’t be named. Nothing really… corresponded with anything around it, but somehow together it all managed to blend in]
[A clean, plain white bed sat tucked into the corner of the room, surrounded by shelves and desks all holding random little knickknacks and doodads. Naturally, she gravitated towards the bed, the springs straining under her weight as she sat]
What d’ya think?
[Guide had toned down her energy, which she was grateful for. She gave another glance around the room]
It’s… busy. I don’t mind it too much
[She seemed truly happy to hear the positive] That’s good!
…How long have you… been here? Been like this?
[Guide hummed, even that tamed energy of hers seeming to damper a little at the question]
Quite a long time, if i remember correctly. The years, experiences, tend to blend together after a while but… I think I was one of the originals.
[Comforting.] Who was the.. first?
Well, the first two Helpers were made at the same time. That would be the other two in the room with us right now.
[A brief solace in this chaos was the fact that Gifts room actually seemed quite homey. It felt… familiar, in a way that almost made her think for a moment that perhaps she actually knew the room. Of course, that moment was futile, and she was still never quite sure]
[It was a little bit of an organised chaos. Numerous small, miscellaneous little items littered the room— jewellery, stuffed animals, books, copyrighted brand titles that couldn’t be named. Nothing really… corresponded with anything around it, but somehow together it all managed to blend in]
[A clean, plain white bed sat tucked into the corner of the room, surrounded by shelves and desks all holding random little knickknacks and doodads. Naturally, she gravitated towards the bed, the springs straining under her weight as she sat]
What d’ya think?
[Guide had toned down her energy, which she was grateful for. She gave another glance around the room]
It’s… busy. I don’t mind it too much
[She seemed truly happy to hear the positive] That’s good!
[The first “resident” that Gift got to meet, aside from Interviewer and Guide herself, came up in the tour rather quickly— the two had hardly left the room before they intersected an actual skeleton. Like a human skeleton, in a train conductor’s attire.]
Ah, Conductor! Come here, we have a new exhibition piece!
[Gift decided to ignore that choice of phrase. For a supposed train conductor, he had terrible posture. He was slouched over a shelf, likely searching for something, and the way he looked behind himself upon being summoned was alike to a goblin, or critter of some sort.]
<Oh, hello— I’m so sorry you’re here>
That’s comforting
<I can show you my train later if you’d like?>
[Sure, why not. They were a little surprised he didn’t ask about the box…. Suppose it’d be a bit like the pot calling the kettle black. Regardless, they were grateful.] Sure, man
[Guide was quick to usher Gift along, though it wasn’t to anyone’s disservice. The conversation never even had a chance to start— and the skeleton did look rather wrapped up in his shelf rummaging]
Okay— Perhaps I got a bit ahead of myself originally. You don’t have to meet everyone just yet, that would be quite the task for someone who just got here after all. I’ll take you to your room, and you can decide for yourself once you’re there!
[It would be an understatement to simply say hearing that was a relief. Gift might have felt a bit of his soul lift for the first time since he had gotten there. Regardless, he still wasn’t terribly talkative, though that relief certainly shined through in his voice]
… Thank you. …I think I just… need some time. To think.
Truly the fairest! [What an odd way to phrase that.]
[The first “resident” that Gift got to meet, aside from Interviewer and Guide herself, came up in the tour rather quickly— the two had hardly left the room before they intersected an actual skeleton. Like a human skeleton, in a train conductor’s attire.]
Ah, Conductor! Come here, we have a new exhibition piece!
[Gift decided to ignore that choice of phrase. For a supposed train conductor, he had terrible posture. He was slouched over a shelf, likely searching for something, and the way he looked behind himself upon being summoned was alike to a goblin, or critter of some sort.]
<Oh, hello— I’m so sorry you’re here>
That’s comforting
<I can show you my train later if you’d like?>
[Sure, why not. They were a little surprised he didn’t ask about the box…. Suppose it’d be a bit like the pot calling the kettle black. Regardless, they were grateful.] Sure, man
[Guide stood suddenly, patting Gift on the back twice— as if ushering her] Come come! I’ll show you around the place. You’ll adjust in no time, i’m sure
[Gift followed her lead, standing quietly. The pink shadow was much taller than her. Much taller. It was a little disconcerting.. but suppose it was nothing compared to everything else. Guide chattered on as she began leading the box out of the room]
I will show you to your room— I will show you the residents! That ought to get your mind off things. Do excuse the odd bunch we have, they’re terribly unsocialised.
[“Guide” was certainly not exempt from being terribly disconcerting to look at. Instead of red, she was almost entirely pink, with much less of a humanoid shape to her figure— she almost looked like a shadow. The lack of contours to her appearance made it terribly difficult to tell if she was two-dimensional or three-dimensional— something Gift would have never expected to be something they had to judge on a person up until an hour ago.]
[She was also quite tall, with lighter pink lines defining her eyes and mouth on an otherwise silhouetted pink void. Well, the lighter pink was also used to colour in the shapes of braided hair— and a wide brimmed hat that practically seemed to merge with her hair. Alike to Interviewer, she had a sketched aspect about her too— specifically within the hat, where loose, incomplete lines defined the top of her skull]
[Regardless of these irregularities, however, she was still quite nice. A little talkative, but she seemed to know how to actually answer questions— unlike someone else]
So… I’ve been transformed into an entity that is defined and survives off of a specific role or job, and that is also my name?
Correct! You’re quick to catch on, aren’t you?
[Not really. He held his head. ..Box.] Please don’t ask me any questions right now
— So tell me, do you have any memories? Are you a newborn baby, boxy?
What did I just ask. Boxy? .. I can’t remember anything. [Try not to think about that too hard.] But i’m… pretty sure I was.. something before… I think i was human
— Oh, boo, [They stuck out their tongue] Another vessel.
Ah, so you’re like me, then.
. Huh?
A “vessel”, as some call it. Some Helpers are created anew, with no prior life beforehand, while others are transformed from their old selves— usually originally being humans, or something of similar sentience.
… I can’t remember anything.
So it goes, I fear. It’s best not to think too hard about it.
[“Guide” was certainly not exempt from being terribly disconcerting to look at. Instead of red, she was almost entirely pink, with much less of a humanoid shape to her figure— she almost looked like a shadow. The lack of contours to her appearance made it terribly difficult to tell if she was two-dimensional or three-dimensional— something Gift would have never expected to be something they had to judge on a person up until an hour ago.]
[She was also quite tall, with lighter pink lines defining her eyes and mouth on an otherwise silhouetted pink void. Well, the lighter pink was also used to colour in the shapes of braided hair— and a wide brimmed hat that practically seemed to merge with her hair. Alike to Interviewer, she had a sketched aspect about her too— specifically within the hat, where loose, incomplete lines defined the top of her skull]
[Regardless of these irregularities, however, she was still quite nice. A little talkative, but she seemed to know how to actually answer questions— unlike someone else]
So… I’ve been transformed into an entity that is defined and survives off of a specific role or job, and that is also my name?
Correct! You’re quick to catch on, aren’t you?
[Not really. He held his head. ..Box.] Please don’t ask me any questions right now
— So tell me, do you have any memories? Are you a newborn baby, boxy?
What did I just ask. Boxy? .. I can’t remember anything. [Try not to think about that too hard.] But i’m… pretty sure I was.. something before… I think i was human
— Oh, boo, [They stuck out their tongue] Another vessel.
[“Guide” was certainly not exempt from being terribly disconcerting to look at. Instead of red, she was almost entirely pink, with much less of a humanoid shape to her figure— she almost looked like a shadow. The lack of contours to her appearance made it terribly difficult to tell if she was two-dimensional or three-dimensional— something Gift would have never expected to be something they had to judge on a person up until an hour ago.]
[She was also quite tall, with lighter pink lines defining her eyes and mouth on an otherwise silhouetted pink void. Well, the lighter pink was also used to colour in the shapes of braided hair— and a wide brimmed hat that practically seemed to merge with her hair. Alike to Interviewer, she had a sketched aspect about her too— specifically within the hat, where loose, incomplete lines defined the top of her skull]
[Regardless of these irregularities, however, she was still quite nice. A little talkative, but she seemed to know how to actually answer questions— unlike someone else]
So… I’ve been transformed into an entity that is defined and survives off of a specific role or job, and that is also my name?
Correct! You’re quick to catch on, aren’t you?
[Not really. He held his head. ..Box.] Please don’t ask me any questions right now
[“Guide” was certainly not exempt from being terribly disconcerting to look at. Instead of red, she was almost entirely pink, with much less of a humanoid shape to her figure— she almost looked like a shadow. The lack of contours to her appearance made it terribly difficult to tell if she was two-dimensional or three-dimensional— something Gift would have never expected to be something they had to judge on a person up until an hour ago.]
[She was also quite tall, with lighter pink lines defining her eyes and mouth on an otherwise silhouetted pink void. Well, the lighter pink was also used to colour in the shapes of braided hair— and a wide brimmed hat that practically seemed to merge with her hair. Alike to Interviewer, she had a sketched aspect about her too— specifically within the hat, where loose, incomplete lines defined the top of her skull]
[Gift sat up, attempting the best she could to regain her bearings. Around her was what appeared to be a library of sorts— a large, wooden one. Her first take away was that this place seemed terribly flammable]
Where… am i?
[The red person tilted their head, squinting at her inquisitively]
— Wooow, you’re really new here, aren’t you?
How many questions are you going to ask before you start answering them.?
[Once more, they simply snickered, still not answering any questions]
— Well I’m the Interviewer, it’s sort of my job to ask questions
What sort of name is that?
— What sort of name is Gift Giver?
[… They were right there. Gift grumbled, handing a hairbrush to the other as they rolled their shoulders]
For you
[It was only really when Interviewer thanked them for the brush did they realise what they had done. They stopped mid-movement]
Where did I get that?
— I ‘unno, you’re the Gift Giver so I suppose that’s your thing. Here— [They stood, offering a hand to Gift] — I’ll bring you to Guide and she’ll tell you what’s happening
[Gift sat up, attempting the best she could to regain her bearings. Around her was what appeared to be a library of sorts— a large, wooden one. Her first take away was that this place seemed terribly flammable]
Where… am i?
[The red person tilted their head, squinting at her inquisitively]
— Wooow, you’re really new here, aren’t you?
How many questions are you going to ask before you start answering them.?
[Once more, they simply snickered, still not answering any questions]
— Well I’m the Interviewer, it’s sort of my job to ask questions
[You awake, and above you lays the ceiling of a tall, homely cabin— the rafters sitting far overtop of you, just distinguishable beneath the darkness of the ceiling. Shelves filled with various books and utilities sat at the edge of your vision]
[You could hear voices— distant, but not far away. They spoke at a casual level, like they were merely chatting amongst themselves, discussing the weather or the state of the world. You attempt to use your voice— a tiny noise, a squeak that tests the waters, but you instantly recognise it is not your own]
…Where the fuck am… —WAHH
[You jumped a little at the voice. Someone clearly had not been expecting your arrival. Before long, someone appeared— standing over you with a curious look]
[This person was… not a person. They were humanoid in nature, of course, but most humans don’t tend to be completely red, two-dimensional, and somehow manage to look… roughly sketched, to say simply]
— What the hell are you?
……. You’re asking me..?
— You’re the one with a box for a head
.. Excuse me?
[Your arms found your head. Fuck. They were right. A cardboard, red linen-lined box wrapped in ribbons sat atop your shoulders where your head should have been. A vague, distant panic began to build in your chest— dull and unfocused. Despite the strange feeling, the voice that was not your own simply said,]
Where my head at
[That made the red thing snicker, amused at your lack of a response. You were still a little groggy it seemed]
— What’s your name, big man?
..Gift Giver
[That wasn’t his name. Why did he say that? That wasn’t a normal name and it certainly wasn’t his. Why did he say that? What was his name?]