We are a DID sys. We don't support endos, but we won't include ourselves in SysCourse for our own sanity.
We are Cherokee! We might speak some of it from time to time.
You can ask us anything you want! We just want to have fun!
Donadagohvi!!
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Hello! We're ROTTMAWZ, or Ezekiel/Zeke.
Same as the Creator, we're a System who doesnt support endos- but we partake in syscourse. just dont do it on this page please <3 We're french canadian , though we prefer to speak English. Ask us anything about TMC!Crescent <3
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I AM BUGG-BOXX HELLO!!
Call me bug <3 i created Cotton and Twix! Please ask me about their TMC counterparts!!
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Au intro under the cut. TW for horror, verb/physical abuse, mind control, kidnapping
Nightmare learned that opening a circus would bring in the most negativity because of how badly he could run it, while it could still be legally up and running. He feeds off children's fear of clowns and their other fears. He only shows his face to children. It's naturally scary, but he can morph it into any fear, phobia, etc. He hires people on top of his main guys to perform, then abuses them and barely pays them.
The Stars are trying to find a way out for the trapped people; they've been there for what seemed like forever. Time itself seems like it's warping in itself.
Outside, the central ring is much duller than the rest. The concession workers show no expression, and they don't even blink. The area seems liminal and never-ending, but there's always a way into the center; no matter how much you walk, there will be an entrance.
Simple. Because my wife and I aren't our source, we know how our relationship seems, but we do not see each other in that fashion. We are in a healthy, NORMAL relationship. You can comment, "Oh my god, you shouldn't be dating her!!!" Well, I am, we are happy and AS STATED, we are not our source
Nightmare was sitting in the grass of Outertale's waterfall, looking up at the moons and stars above. He was lost in thought of nothing in particular, just switching between many things.
Where should he get negativity next? Should he recruit another lowlife? What should he eat?
Then he heard something that shattered his train of thought.
The bubbling hiss of a portal forming—one he knew too well—echoed through the space. Ink.
Nightmare rose instantly, tension coiling in his shoulders. His tentacles unfurled from his back, poised and alert.
From the swirling puddle, Ink emerged—without his satchel, without his beloved Broomie. That alone threw Nightmare for a split second. His eyes narrowed. Focus returned like a blade drawn.
Ink's entrance was eerily smooth, rising from the liquid like Samara from The Ring. Nightmare watched with hawk-like intensity as Ink stretched casually... and yawned.
Then their eyes met. Ink froze.
"Oh, it's you! Hi!" Ink casually said, smiling and waving as he walked over to him.
Nightmare recoiled. His body twitched at the edges—his tentacles stiffened. The joy radiating off Ink wasn't just annoying. It hurt.
Warmth rolled over him like acid, and he hissed under his breath. "Don't get near me—" he started, voice sharp.
But Ink was already there.
Nightmare had to look down to meet his gaze and grudgingly did so. That damn smile was still there, bright and unbothered.
"Why are you here?" Nightmare asked, eyeing him warily. His voice was low, sharp—laced with annoyance, but with slight curiosity.
Ink didn't answer right away. He walked past, unconcerned by the tension bristling off Nightmare like static.
"To see the stars," he said at last, stopping near the water's edge. He stared at his reflection for a moment—silent, thoughtful—before glancing back over his shoulder.
His tone softened, almost inviting. "Aren't you here to look at them too?" His tail gave a slow, relaxed wag.
Nightmare stood there, silent, flabbergasted, and thoroughly annoyed. "…Yes. I am," he finally said, voice flat. Then, with a roll of his eye, he added, "Is that a shocker?"
Ink shrugged, completely unbothered. "Not really. They're pretty—especially out here..."
He turned back to Nightmare, eyes reflecting starlight. "Outertale is beautiful, isn't it?" His tail gave another slow wag, curious and sincere.
Nightmare exhaled through his nose, long and heavy. Every instinct told him to scoff, to walk away—or better yet, fight—but instead... he stepped forward. Slowly. Begrudgingly.
"…Yes," he muttered. "It's quite beautiful."
The words tasted like ash. His gut twisted—or would have, if he had one. Being this close to Ink made his form itch, and yet, here he was, talking to him.
Ink lowered himself to the grass before he laid down without a care in the world. Like he wasn't feet away from the enemy.
WIP, but here are our versions of the Apple twins that are matching in a brotherly (or sisterly) way! Matching earrings, opposite makeup that would be the others style.
Oh boy I could yap about this og au for fucking ages. Please.
Im lowkey tryna get traction again. COMMISSIONS OPEN BTW. HEH. Smirks. Long wait because of pain and medical issues! Sometimes even mood based </3 contact via toyhouse or Discord [Same user][you may ignore our dniu_ bio]
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