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[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

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[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

I think everybody knows that i'm not okay at this point so- i'm just gonna say it.

i'm not okay. i'm not okay at all. i'm struggling a lot with my mental health and i've been feeling really demotivated to do a lot of stuff lately- i'm probably gonna be less active on here especially during June. I need to focus on my work otherwise I genuinely will lose everything. I'm not kidding.

Any support is appreciated, and I will be available in DMs on both Discord and here to mutuals only, sorry.

I also want to apologize for my random radio silence on here, I haven't been feeling well again and I just really don't know what to say to be completely honest. So... yeah.. i'm really sorry for leaving you guys in the dark for a while.

I promise when I feel better and once my life fixes itself I will be back. If I'm not? I'll be back later. And... if I'm gone for too long... just... assume the worst, ok?

Puppet out.

I promise we'll meet again.

[the-joyful-carnival]

[quiet, and slowly the fawn wandered over, his stature having grown somehow again as he gains a bit more confidence in his new body. Yet even if he felt a bit better he was still reserved, each step bringing hesitation with it.]

[His wings also concealed his body slightly, shielding him from being perceived too easily, just fluffy feathers.]

"carnie? carnie i'm here.. s-sorry it took me so long..."

[As the boy called out, he pulled his sheer white hood further over his head, hiding his face.]

( @theoriginalpuppetmaster )

Carnie peeks out from his box, his eyes peering out at Art. He gives him a confused glance before hesitantly emerging from his box, having not expected him to come. He was on guard though, since that one Anon warned him and The Joy..

“Hi.. you’re here.. make yourself at home..!”

Carnie gestures to the entirety of Paradise around him, trying his hardest to sound welcoming, though some fear creeped into the facade. He didn’t want anything bad to happen while Art was here visiting him.

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[He noticed the hesitation, confused slightly but mentally noting it down and stowing it away.]

"i.. am."

[A sheepish nod as he looked down to the side, standing for a moment before walking closer to Carnie and just.. sitting next to him. Well- laying down more like, given his lower half.]

[Even when he lowered himself he was still fairly tall, his head peeking up over the top of Carnie's box.]

"...are you ok?"

[the-joyful-carnival]

“Aha, yes..! I’m.. I'm okay..”

Carnie anxiously rubs an arm, unsure if he should tell Art about what happened earlier or not. He decides not to after a moment of thinking and fidgeting, and now he lowers himself into the box a little. He crossed his arms and rested them over his box’s rim, looking up at Art now.

“Are.. are YOU okay, though..? No ouchies or lost body parts..?”

He was only worried about Art though, thankfully. His gaze was glued onto the other Prototype, looking over him for anything odd..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[Nothing seemed out of the ordinary on the deity's body.. for now.]

[A little chuckle escaped him, as his hands remained on his hood, fluffy and soft wings wrapping around himself.]

"no ouchies, all body parts accounted for, hehe.. i'm okay. at least- i think i am."

[There was hesitation in that last sentence, but not too much, anyway.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

Carnie breathed a sigh of relief, glad that Art wasn’t hurt or anything. He taps his claws against his box in thought, wondering about something, before he pauses once he came to a conclusion.

“Since we have a playdate.. what do we do first..? We can watch movies.. or color.. or have tea parties.. or, um.. am I rambling too much..?”

He was worried that he was talking Art’s ears off, or getting him angry.. oh he didn’t want to deal with another angry person today. His papa being angry is enough, though he hasn’t seen them ANGRY angry..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"no no, you're okay. you're not talking too much its fine! really."

[A wing reached out and into the box, patting Carnie on the back, then staying there. Soft.. and warm...]

"i think i'll leave it up to you, if thats alright. i'm not good at making decisions..."

[He kept his eyes on Carnie, but didn't stare too much, looking away on occasion while he listened, head turning towards the other slightly to face him.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

“We can watch a movie or two.. I’ll go ask papa if they can make some snacks for us..”

Carnie gives the wing on his back a soft, gentle pat, then carefully removing it from him before trying to move to the kitchen where The Joy was at. He struggled with moving, trying different ways of transportation.. crawling, hopping, scooting.. the box made it hard for him.

Though, in an attempt to move farther, he shrinks down into his box, gathering the power and energy to spring forward, and in a short burst, he launches forward and lands.. just a few inches away from his previous position. He sighs, now resting an arm on his box rim, resting his chin in his hand, but he puts too much weight on his arm.. his box tips over and he flops face first onto the floor, yelping once he made contact with the ground.

“OW!! Eeeeeeuuuuhhhh..”

Oh, Carnie…

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[He watched, curious as to how Carnie would solve this little puzzle, and then-]

"oh-! carm-!!"

[Now the fawn sprung up to his hooves, a few steps forward now before he knelt down and repositioned Carnie back upright, reaching for the boy himself and pulling him into a hug, soft wings wrapping around him too.]

"hey hey its ok its ok.."

[He tried his best to comfort Carnie, gentle as he spoke, soothing- or trying to.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

“Owww.. my head hurts… owww…”

Carnie rested against Art as he’s hugged, wrapping his arms around the other while he tried to recover from the fall. He whines from the pain, though his magic made quick work on healing him up, and just like that, he was fine.

He didn’t let go of Art though. He liked being held by him, actually.. it was comforting. Really comforting. He prefers being held by his papa, since they’re bigger and really comfy to rest on, but he’ll never tell Art that.

“Um.. can you.. can you carry me..? I hope I’m not that heavy..”

He lets go of Art after asking, just to do grabby hands at him, wanting to be carried. It was better than taking, like, 6 hours trying to move to the kitchen..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"i was actually about to offer..! but, yes, i definitely can. i'm sure you can't be too heavy... right?"

[Best not to get cocky now, Art.]

[His wings flitted behind him slightly before folding, as he maneuvered himself behind Carnie and grabbed the bottom of the box. Oh- he's quite heavy actually... just pretend like its fine! Yeah!]

"uff-! eeeyyyuuup- aall goood- ngh- light as a feather! ahaha!"

[For a god he sure was struggling a bit.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

“Are you sure it’s all good..? You seem to be struggling… I can just crawl, you know.. if it’s not too much of a bother..”

Carnie was willing to just attempt to crawl over to the kitchen if he’s too heavy for Art to carry, and he was even more worried about him now. He glances behind him to look at Art with a concerned expression on his porcelain mask.

“You don’t have to carry me..”

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"nononoononoonononnononono- no- its alright-! kh- gh- ohgoodlord- you're fine-! i'm fine-! its allll fiineee-! aha- hhaa..!"

[His legs trembled a bit but slowly he stepped forward, the two pairs of wings behind him outstretching now to help him balance.]

[A small readjustment of his hold on Carnie caused him to sigh of relief, grunting as he stretched slightly and moved forward again.]

"seeeeeeeeeee eeaaasy peeaaasyy!"

[gotta stay strong for Carnie. you're always complaining about being a kid? show him you aren't a kid! because you. aren't. a. kid!!]

[the-joyful-carnival]

“Wait.. wait wait- I have an idea..”

Carnie closes his eyes as he focuses on doing.. something. He was trying his best on helping Art out, by closing his eyes, apparently..

No, actually, he was trying to use his magic to make himself lighter, though he fumbles, and he ends up completely removing his box, it being replaced with a small spider-like lower half, similar to his papa’s. He opens his eyes, hoping that the magic worked, before looking down at his new legs and he just.. screams.

“AH! MY BOX! WHERE’S MY BOX?! WHAT DID I DO?!”

He panics completely, staring at his lower half in shock and fear, but at least his spider portion is wayyyyy lighter than that damn box..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[As he changed in real time Art panicked a bit, Carnie getting tossed in the air out of fear before being grabbed so he wouldn't hit the ground.]

"gAH-! WHAT HAPPENED-?!"

[He stumbled back a bit, before readjusting his hold again, now an arm under Carnie to support his new arachnid lower half, while the other arm wrapped around his torso, keeping him close nonetheless.]

"hey-! HEY-! Are you okay?! Did that hurt you at all??"

[Despite already changing his grip on the boy, he still set him down, kneeling and turning Carnie to face him as he checked over his form.]

"Calm down- calm down... its okay- its ok.."

[the-joyful-carnival]

“I-I’m fine..! I’m okay.. just thrown off.. at least I’m like papa now..”

Carnie smiles sheepishly at him, trying to convince Art that he’s fine, though he’s still shaken up by the suddenness of.. this new change. He tries to move the sharp legs so he could walk, though he was just like a newborn fawn, struggling to walk and he just flops onto his side.

“Eep..! I’m okay..!”

He then pulls himself up and straightens, trying his best to balance and taking his time to walk, taking small steps to get used to it.. though his wobbly legs made it hard to do so.

Carnie takes a few more steps, trying to head over to the kitchen, and glances at Art for him to follow.. but then flops over again. Ow.

“…just carry me, Arty.”

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"yeah- yea okay no worries. ccooomee hereee."

[He got up and grew closer, before picking him up in the same hold he had previously, one arm under and one around, keeping his body supported. Now he trotted toward the kitchen... or... what he thought was the kitchen. It's been awhile since he's been in this place and he never really memorized much. He's just going in the general direction Carnie was headed now.]

"is this okay? you aren't uncomfortable right? i can readjust if you need me to."

[He looked at Carnie with a somewhat worried look, wings draping downward as he treaded the floor, walking towards the noises of something being made.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

“I’m fine.. I’m comfy..”

Carnie wraps his arms around Art to hold on as he was carried, his new mechanical legs wiggling and twitching slightly with anxious energy. He was quite cozy in Art’s arms, even resting his head against him while he took in the safety and comfort of his best friend’s arms.

He does catch the sound of something being made in the kitchen, perking up just a little, glancing at the kitchen now. His legs wiggled more with excitement this time, ready to bolt out of Art’s arms and over to his papa.

“hehehehehehe-”

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"???"

[He offered a confused smile, shaking his head while chuckling quietly, still making his way closer and closer.]

"...mmm, something smells good.."

[Wonder what Joy could be cooking up right now that smells so wonderful? It has to be something very nice, something with a plentiful helping of every good thing.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

Carnie got a nice sniff of whatever his papa was making, and he only got more excited. He couldn’t wait to see them.. and the food they were making. He now squirms in Art’s arms, wriggling free and scurrying the rest of the way to the kitchen, though he trips and falls halfway there, but gets back up, dusts himself off, and scuttles into the kitchen. He finds himself standing by The Joy upon entering, looking up at them with a small smile on his face.

“Hi papa..! Um, Art’s here, and I wanted to ask if you could make something for us..? We’re gonna watch a movie..”

He was mentally preparing himself for them to say no, or to kick Art out since they heeded to the anon’s warning, but none of that happened. The Joy glances at him, their form completely revealed under the kitchen’s light (though, it will not be described due to spoiling/leaking it whoops), and they just nod.

“Of course, Carnie. I had just concluded the creation process of my delicacies.”

“Papa, just say you finished cooking.. or.. baking..? Art and I smelled something really good..”

Carnie peeks past them to eye whatever they had finished making, and his eyes widened upon seeing the loveliest treats he ever laid his gaze upon.. cupcakes! He immediately snatched one up and sniffed it, taking in the smell of sugar before just devouring the whole thing in just a couple bites.

“Ah- Carnie, at least save one for Art.”

“..sorry papa.. hehe…”

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"h- hey-! wait up!"

[And to Carnie getting out of his hold he tripped and fell face first onto the floor right outside the kitchen, weakly shifting to get back up.]

"ow- ow.. ow.."

[He rubbed his head a bit, recovering... somewhat easier. It didn't help all too much how badly he ached from the transformation into this- but.. he was okay.. hopefully. The scent dragged him back to his feet as he slowly got back up, trembling and dusting himself off, looking up wide eyed now and shifting back a single half step, that was.. a sight to see.]

"h- hi joy..! uh- its ok. its ok.. i-i'm not a big fan of sweet things.. eheheh.."

[He stayed just outside the doorway to the kitchen, nervously holding his hood while wings acted like another pair of arms for him, one draped below his waist while the other tapped together shakily. The deity looked down at the floor, avoiding looking up at Joy. Yep. Kid was still a bit terrified around them unfortunately..]

[the-joyful-carnival]

“Papa isn’t that scary, are they..? They’re really nice, Art..”

Carnie grabs a cupcake and holds it out for Art to take. He knew Art didn’t like sweet things, but the cupcakes weren’t super sweet, just having enough sugar to make it tasty. The Joy, though, took a bit of offense at Art refusing to look up at them, yet they didn’t say anything. They figured he was still scared of them, of course.

“Just try a little bite, Art.. it’s not that sweet.. unless you want something else..? I’m sure papa can make something for you..”

He still had the cupcake offered for Art if he wanted to take it, but he looked like he was ready to eat it up if his best friend said no.

“Don’t force him to take it, Carnie. That’s impolite.”

“..sorry..”

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"i-i just don't want to be rude.."

[He looked at the cupcake, then up at Carnie, eyes shyly hidden behind one of the small wings on his face.]

"n- no its fine- i'll try it... s- sorry for the fuss.. you don't have to make anything else- i don't want to be a burden..."

[Slowly, he reached out- a very faint hint of hesitation before he took it, now holding it with both hands as he examined it and looked for the right spot to bite into, finally deciding. Now peeling away some of the wrapping and taking a good bite into it- not too much, not too little, just right. He hummed, it was really good.]

"mmm... it is nice. thank you."

[Finally he spared a glance at Joy, before a microscopic bit of fear jolted out of him and he looked down again, a larger wing covering his face as his wide eyes glued their gaze to the ground, his breathing picking up slightly.]

"s- sorry. sorry... i- i know my place here."

[the-joyful-carnival]

[quiet, and slowly the fawn wandered over, his stature having grown somehow again as he gains a bit more confidence in his new body. Yet even if he felt a bit better he was still reserved, each step bringing hesitation with it.]

[His wings also concealed his body slightly, shielding him from being perceived too easily, just fluffy feathers.]

"carnie? carnie i'm here.. s-sorry it took me so long..."

[As the boy called out, he pulled his sheer white hood further over his head, hiding his face.]

( @theoriginalpuppetmaster )

Carnie peeks out from his box, his eyes peering out at Art. He gives him a confused glance before hesitantly emerging from his box, having not expected him to come. He was on guard though, since that one Anon warned him and The Joy..

“Hi.. you’re here.. make yourself at home..!”

Carnie gestures to the entirety of Paradise around him, trying his hardest to sound welcoming, though some fear creeped into the facade. He didn’t want anything bad to happen while Art was here visiting him.

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[He noticed the hesitation, confused slightly but mentally noting it down and stowing it away.]

"i.. am."

[A sheepish nod as he looked down to the side, standing for a moment before walking closer to Carnie and just.. sitting next to him. Well- laying down more like, given his lower half.]

[Even when he lowered himself he was still fairly tall, his head peeking up over the top of Carnie's box.]

"...are you ok?"

[the-joyful-carnival]

“Aha, yes..! I’m.. I'm okay..”

Carnie anxiously rubs an arm, unsure if he should tell Art about what happened earlier or not. He decides not to after a moment of thinking and fidgeting, and now he lowers himself into the box a little. He crossed his arms and rested them over his box’s rim, looking up at Art now.

“Are.. are YOU okay, though..? No ouchies or lost body parts..?”

He was only worried about Art though, thankfully. His gaze was glued onto the other Prototype, looking over him for anything odd..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[Nothing seemed out of the ordinary on the deity's body.. for now.]

[A little chuckle escaped him, as his hands remained on his hood, fluffy and soft wings wrapping around himself.]

"no ouchies, all body parts accounted for, hehe.. i'm okay. at least- i think i am."

[There was hesitation in that last sentence, but not too much, anyway.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

Carnie breathed a sigh of relief, glad that Art wasn’t hurt or anything. He taps his claws against his box in thought, wondering about something, before he pauses once he came to a conclusion.

“Since we have a playdate.. what do we do first..? We can watch movies.. or color.. or have tea parties.. or, um.. am I rambling too much..?”

He was worried that he was talking Art’s ears off, or getting him angry.. oh he didn’t want to deal with another angry person today. His papa being angry is enough, though he hasn’t seen them ANGRY angry..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"no no, you're okay. you're not talking too much its fine! really."

[A wing reached out and into the box, patting Carnie on the back, then staying there. Soft.. and warm...]

"i think i'll leave it up to you, if thats alright. i'm not good at making decisions..."

[He kept his eyes on Carnie, but didn't stare too much, looking away on occasion while he listened, head turning towards the other slightly to face him.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

“We can watch a movie or two.. I’ll go ask papa if they can make some snacks for us..”

Carnie gives the wing on his back a soft, gentle pat, then carefully removing it from him before trying to move to the kitchen where The Joy was at. He struggled with moving, trying different ways of transportation.. crawling, hopping, scooting.. the box made it hard for him.

Though, in an attempt to move farther, he shrinks down into his box, gathering the power and energy to spring forward, and in a short burst, he launches forward and lands.. just a few inches away from his previous position. He sighs, now resting an arm on his box rim, resting his chin in his hand, but he puts too much weight on his arm.. his box tips over and he flops face first onto the floor, yelping once he made contact with the ground.

“OW!! Eeeeeeuuuuhhhh..”

Oh, Carnie…

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[He watched, curious as to how Carnie would solve this little puzzle, and then-]

"oh-! carm-!!"

[Now the fawn sprung up to his hooves, a few steps forward now before he knelt down and repositioned Carnie back upright, reaching for the boy himself and pulling him into a hug, soft wings wrapping around him too.]

"hey hey its ok its ok.."

[He tried his best to comfort Carnie, gentle as he spoke, soothing- or trying to.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

“Owww.. my head hurts… owww…”

Carnie rested against Art as he’s hugged, wrapping his arms around the other while he tried to recover from the fall. He whines from the pain, though his magic made quick work on healing him up, and just like that, he was fine.

He didn’t let go of Art though. He liked being held by him, actually.. it was comforting. Really comforting. He prefers being held by his papa, since they’re bigger and really comfy to rest on, but he’ll never tell Art that.

“Um.. can you.. can you carry me..? I hope I’m not that heavy..”

He lets go of Art after asking, just to do grabby hands at him, wanting to be carried. It was better than taking, like, 6 hours trying to move to the kitchen..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"i was actually about to offer..! but, yes, i definitely can. i'm sure you can't be too heavy... right?"

[Best not to get cocky now, Art.]

[His wings flitted behind him slightly before folding, as he maneuvered himself behind Carnie and grabbed the bottom of the box. Oh- he's quite heavy actually... just pretend like its fine! Yeah!]

"uff-! eeeyyyuuup- aall goood- ngh- light as a feather! ahaha!"

[For a god he sure was struggling a bit.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

“Are you sure it’s all good..? You seem to be struggling… I can just crawl, you know.. if it’s not too much of a bother..”

Carnie was willing to just attempt to crawl over to the kitchen if he’s too heavy for Art to carry, and he was even more worried about him now. He glances behind him to look at Art with a concerned expression on his porcelain mask.

“You don’t have to carry me..”

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"nononoononoonononnononono- no- its alright-! kh- gh- ohgoodlord- you're fine-! i'm fine-! its allll fiineee-! aha- hhaa..!"

[His legs trembled a bit but slowly he stepped forward, the two pairs of wings behind him outstretching now to help him balance.]

[A small readjustment of his hold on Carnie caused him to sigh of relief, grunting as he stretched slightly and moved forward again.]

"seeeeeeeeeee eeaaasy peeaaasyy!"

[gotta stay strong for Carnie. you're always complaining about being a kid? show him you aren't a kid! because you. aren't. a. kid!!]

[the-joyful-carnival]

“Wait.. wait wait- I have an idea..”

Carnie closes his eyes as he focuses on doing.. something. He was trying his best on helping Art out, by closing his eyes, apparently..

No, actually, he was trying to use his magic to make himself lighter, though he fumbles, and he ends up completely removing his box, it being replaced with a small spider-like lower half, similar to his papa’s. He opens his eyes, hoping that the magic worked, before looking down at his new legs and he just.. screams.

“AH! MY BOX! WHERE’S MY BOX?! WHAT DID I DO?!”

He panics completely, staring at his lower half in shock and fear, but at least his spider portion is wayyyyy lighter than that damn box..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[As he changed in real time Art panicked a bit, Carnie getting tossed in the air out of fear before being grabbed so he wouldn't hit the ground.]

"gAH-! WHAT HAPPENED-?!"

[He stumbled back a bit, before readjusting his hold again, now an arm under Carnie to support his new arachnid lower half, while the other arm wrapped around his torso, keeping him close nonetheless.]

"hey-! HEY-! Are you okay?! Did that hurt you at all??"

[Despite already changing his grip on the boy, he still set him down, kneeling and turning Carnie to face him as he checked over his form.]

"Calm down- calm down... its okay- its ok.."

[the-joyful-carnival]

“I-I’m fine..! I’m okay.. just thrown off.. at least I’m like papa now..”

Carnie smiles sheepishly at him, trying to convince Art that he’s fine, though he’s still shaken up by the suddenness of.. this new change. He tries to move the sharp legs so he could walk, though he was just like a newborn fawn, struggling to walk and he just flops onto his side.

“Eep..! I’m okay..!”

He then pulls himself up and straightens, trying his best to balance and taking his time to walk, taking small steps to get used to it.. though his wobbly legs made it hard to do so.

Carnie takes a few more steps, trying to head over to the kitchen, and glances at Art for him to follow.. but then flops over again. Ow.

“…just carry me, Arty.”

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"yeah- yea okay no worries. ccooomee hereee."

[He got up and grew closer, before picking him up in the same hold he had previously, one arm under and one around, keeping his body supported. Now he trotted toward the kitchen... or... what he thought was the kitchen. It's been awhile since he's been in this place and he never really memorized much. He's just going in the general direction Carnie was headed now.]

"is this okay? you aren't uncomfortable right? i can readjust if you need me to."

[He looked at Carnie with a somewhat worried look, wings draping downward as he treaded the floor, walking towards the noises of something being made.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

“I’m fine.. I’m comfy..”

Carnie wraps his arms around Art to hold on as he was carried, his new mechanical legs wiggling and twitching slightly with anxious energy. He was quite cozy in Art’s arms, even resting his head against him while he took in the safety and comfort of his best friend’s arms.

He does catch the sound of something being made in the kitchen, perking up just a little, glancing at the kitchen now. His legs wiggled more with excitement this time, ready to bolt out of Art’s arms and over to his papa.

“hehehehehehe-”

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"???"

[He offered a confused smile, shaking his head while chuckling quietly, still making his way closer and closer.]

"...mmm, something smells good.."

[Wonder what Joy could be cooking up right now that smells so wonderful? It has to be something very nice, something with a plentiful helping of every good thing.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

Carnie got a nice sniff of whatever his papa was making, and he only got more excited. He couldn’t wait to see them.. and the food they were making. He now squirms in Art’s arms, wriggling free and scurrying the rest of the way to the kitchen, though he trips and falls halfway there, but gets back up, dusts himself off, and scuttles into the kitchen. He finds himself standing by The Joy upon entering, looking up at them with a small smile on his face.

“Hi papa..! Um, Art’s here, and I wanted to ask if you could make something for us..? We’re gonna watch a movie..”

He was mentally preparing himself for them to say no, or to kick Art out since they heeded to the anon’s warning, but none of that happened. The Joy glances at him, their form completely revealed under the kitchen’s light (though, it will not be described due to spoiling/leaking it whoops), and they just nod.

“Of course, Carnie. I had just concluded the creation process of my delicacies.”

“Papa, just say you finished cooking.. or.. baking..? Art and I smelled something really good..”

Carnie peeks past them to eye whatever they had finished making, and his eyes widened upon seeing the loveliest treats he ever laid his gaze upon.. cupcakes! He immediately snatched one up and sniffed it, taking in the smell of sugar before just devouring the whole thing in just a couple bites.

“Ah- Carnie, at least save one for Art.”

“..sorry papa.. hehe…”

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"h- hey-! wait up!"

[And to Carnie getting out of his hold he tripped and fell face first onto the floor right outside the kitchen, weakly shifting to get back up.]

"ow- ow.. ow.."

[He rubbed his head a bit, recovering... somewhat easier. It didn't help all too much how badly he ached from the transformation into this- but.. he was okay.. hopefully. The scent dragged him back to his feet as he slowly got back up, trembling and dusting himself off, looking up wide eyed now and shifting back a single half step, that was.. a sight to see.]

"h- hi joy..! uh- its ok. its ok.. i-i'm not a big fan of sweet things.. eheheh.."

[He stayed just outside the doorway to the kitchen, nervously holding his hood while wings acted like another pair of arms for him, one draped below his waist while the other tapped together shakily. The deity looked down at the floor, avoiding looking up at Joy. Yep. Kid was still a bit terrified around them unfortunately..]

[the-joyful-carnival]

[quiet, and slowly the fawn wandered over, his stature having grown somehow again as he gains a bit more confidence in his new body. Yet even if he felt a bit better he was still reserved, each step bringing hesitation with it.]

[His wings also concealed his body slightly, shielding him from being perceived too easily, just fluffy feathers.]

"carnie? carnie i'm here.. s-sorry it took me so long..."

[As the boy called out, he pulled his sheer white hood further over his head, hiding his face.]

( @theoriginalpuppetmaster )

Carnie peeks out from his box, his eyes peering out at Art. He gives him a confused glance before hesitantly emerging from his box, having not expected him to come. He was on guard though, since that one Anon warned him and The Joy..

“Hi.. you’re here.. make yourself at home..!”

Carnie gestures to the entirety of Paradise around him, trying his hardest to sound welcoming, though some fear creeped into the facade. He didn’t want anything bad to happen while Art was here visiting him.

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[He noticed the hesitation, confused slightly but mentally noting it down and stowing it away.]

"i.. am."

[A sheepish nod as he looked down to the side, standing for a moment before walking closer to Carnie and just.. sitting next to him. Well- laying down more like, given his lower half.]

[Even when he lowered himself he was still fairly tall, his head peeking up over the top of Carnie's box.]

"...are you ok?"

[the-joyful-carnival]

“Aha, yes..! I’m.. I'm okay..”

Carnie anxiously rubs an arm, unsure if he should tell Art about what happened earlier or not. He decides not to after a moment of thinking and fidgeting, and now he lowers himself into the box a little. He crossed his arms and rested them over his box’s rim, looking up at Art now.

“Are.. are YOU okay, though..? No ouchies or lost body parts..?”

He was only worried about Art though, thankfully. His gaze was glued onto the other Prototype, looking over him for anything odd..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[Nothing seemed out of the ordinary on the deity's body.. for now.]

[A little chuckle escaped him, as his hands remained on his hood, fluffy and soft wings wrapping around himself.]

"no ouchies, all body parts accounted for, hehe.. i'm okay. at least- i think i am."

[There was hesitation in that last sentence, but not too much, anyway.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

Carnie breathed a sigh of relief, glad that Art wasn’t hurt or anything. He taps his claws against his box in thought, wondering about something, before he pauses once he came to a conclusion.

“Since we have a playdate.. what do we do first..? We can watch movies.. or color.. or have tea parties.. or, um.. am I rambling too much..?”

He was worried that he was talking Art’s ears off, or getting him angry.. oh he didn’t want to deal with another angry person today. His papa being angry is enough, though he hasn’t seen them ANGRY angry..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"no no, you're okay. you're not talking too much its fine! really."

[A wing reached out and into the box, patting Carnie on the back, then staying there. Soft.. and warm...]

"i think i'll leave it up to you, if thats alright. i'm not good at making decisions..."

[He kept his eyes on Carnie, but didn't stare too much, looking away on occasion while he listened, head turning towards the other slightly to face him.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

“We can watch a movie or two.. I’ll go ask papa if they can make some snacks for us..”

Carnie gives the wing on his back a soft, gentle pat, then carefully removing it from him before trying to move to the kitchen where The Joy was at. He struggled with moving, trying different ways of transportation.. crawling, hopping, scooting.. the box made it hard for him.

Though, in an attempt to move farther, he shrinks down into his box, gathering the power and energy to spring forward, and in a short burst, he launches forward and lands.. just a few inches away from his previous position. He sighs, now resting an arm on his box rim, resting his chin in his hand, but he puts too much weight on his arm.. his box tips over and he flops face first onto the floor, yelping once he made contact with the ground.

“OW!! Eeeeeeuuuuhhhh..”

Oh, Carnie…

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[He watched, curious as to how Carnie would solve this little puzzle, and then-]

"oh-! carm-!!"

[Now the fawn sprung up to his hooves, a few steps forward now before he knelt down and repositioned Carnie back upright, reaching for the boy himself and pulling him into a hug, soft wings wrapping around him too.]

"hey hey its ok its ok.."

[He tried his best to comfort Carnie, gentle as he spoke, soothing- or trying to.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

“Owww.. my head hurts… owww…”

Carnie rested against Art as he’s hugged, wrapping his arms around the other while he tried to recover from the fall. He whines from the pain, though his magic made quick work on healing him up, and just like that, he was fine.

He didn’t let go of Art though. He liked being held by him, actually.. it was comforting. Really comforting. He prefers being held by his papa, since they’re bigger and really comfy to rest on, but he’ll never tell Art that.

“Um.. can you.. can you carry me..? I hope I’m not that heavy..”

He lets go of Art after asking, just to do grabby hands at him, wanting to be carried. It was better than taking, like, 6 hours trying to move to the kitchen..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"i was actually about to offer..! but, yes, i definitely can. i'm sure you can't be too heavy... right?"

[Best not to get cocky now, Art.]

[His wings flitted behind him slightly before folding, as he maneuvered himself behind Carnie and grabbed the bottom of the box. Oh- he's quite heavy actually... just pretend like its fine! Yeah!]

"uff-! eeeyyyuuup- aall goood- ngh- light as a feather! ahaha!"

[For a god he sure was struggling a bit.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

“Are you sure it’s all good..? You seem to be struggling… I can just crawl, you know.. if it’s not too much of a bother..”

Carnie was willing to just attempt to crawl over to the kitchen if he’s too heavy for Art to carry, and he was even more worried about him now. He glances behind him to look at Art with a concerned expression on his porcelain mask.

“You don’t have to carry me..”

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"nononoononoonononnononono- no- its alright-! kh- gh- ohgoodlord- you're fine-! i'm fine-! its allll fiineee-! aha- hhaa..!"

[His legs trembled a bit but slowly he stepped forward, the two pairs of wings behind him outstretching now to help him balance.]

[A small readjustment of his hold on Carnie caused him to sigh of relief, grunting as he stretched slightly and moved forward again.]

"seeeeeeeeeee eeaaasy peeaaasyy!"

[gotta stay strong for Carnie. you're always complaining about being a kid? show him you aren't a kid! because you. aren't. a. kid!!]

[the-joyful-carnival]

“Wait.. wait wait- I have an idea..”

Carnie closes his eyes as he focuses on doing.. something. He was trying his best on helping Art out, by closing his eyes, apparently..

No, actually, he was trying to use his magic to make himself lighter, though he fumbles, and he ends up completely removing his box, it being replaced with a small spider-like lower half, similar to his papa’s. He opens his eyes, hoping that the magic worked, before looking down at his new legs and he just.. screams.

“AH! MY BOX! WHERE’S MY BOX?! WHAT DID I DO?!”

He panics completely, staring at his lower half in shock and fear, but at least his spider portion is wayyyyy lighter than that damn box..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[As he changed in real time Art panicked a bit, Carnie getting tossed in the air out of fear before being grabbed so he wouldn't hit the ground.]

"gAH-! WHAT HAPPENED-?!"

[He stumbled back a bit, before readjusting his hold again, now an arm under Carnie to support his new arachnid lower half, while the other arm wrapped around his torso, keeping him close nonetheless.]

"hey-! HEY-! Are you okay?! Did that hurt you at all??"

[Despite already changing his grip on the boy, he still set him down, kneeling and turning Carnie to face him as he checked over his form.]

"Calm down- calm down... its okay- its ok.."

[the-joyful-carnival]

“I-I’m fine..! I’m okay.. just thrown off.. at least I’m like papa now..”

Carnie smiles sheepishly at him, trying to convince Art that he’s fine, though he’s still shaken up by the suddenness of.. this new change. He tries to move the sharp legs so he could walk, though he was just like a newborn fawn, struggling to walk and he just flops onto his side.

“Eep..! I’m okay..!”

He then pulls himself up and straightens, trying his best to balance and taking his time to walk, taking small steps to get used to it.. though his wobbly legs made it hard to do so.

Carnie takes a few more steps, trying to head over to the kitchen, and glances at Art for him to follow.. but then flops over again. Ow.

“…just carry me, Arty.”

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"yeah- yea okay no worries. ccooomee hereee."

[He got up and grew closer, before picking him up in the same hold he had previously, one arm under and one around, keeping his body supported. Now he trotted toward the kitchen... or... what he thought was the kitchen. It's been awhile since he's been in this place and he never really memorized much. He's just going in the general direction Carnie was headed now.]

"is this okay? you aren't uncomfortable right? i can readjust if you need me to."

[He looked at Carnie with a somewhat worried look, wings draping downward as he treaded the floor, walking towards the noises of something being made.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

“I’m fine.. I’m comfy..”

Carnie wraps his arms around Art to hold on as he was carried, his new mechanical legs wiggling and twitching slightly with anxious energy. He was quite cozy in Art’s arms, even resting his head against him while he took in the safety and comfort of his best friend’s arms.

He does catch the sound of something being made in the kitchen, perking up just a little, glancing at the kitchen now. His legs wiggled more with excitement this time, ready to bolt out of Art’s arms and over to his papa.

“hehehehehehe-”

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"???"

[He offered a confused smile, shaking his head while chuckling quietly, still making his way closer and closer.]

"...mmm, something smells good.."

[Wonder what Joy could be cooking up right now that smells so wonderful? It has to be something very nice, something with a plentiful helping of every good thing.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

[quiet, and slowly the fawn wandered over, his stature having grown somehow again as he gains a bit more confidence in his new body. Yet even if he felt a bit better he was still reserved, each step bringing hesitation with it.]

[His wings also concealed his body slightly, shielding him from being perceived too easily, just fluffy feathers.]

"carnie? carnie i'm here.. s-sorry it took me so long..."

[As the boy called out, he pulled his sheer white hood further over his head, hiding his face.]

( @theoriginalpuppetmaster )

Carnie peeks out from his box, his eyes peering out at Art. He gives him a confused glance before hesitantly emerging from his box, having not expected him to come. He was on guard though, since that one Anon warned him and The Joy..

“Hi.. you’re here.. make yourself at home..!”

Carnie gestures to the entirety of Paradise around him, trying his hardest to sound welcoming, though some fear creeped into the facade. He didn’t want anything bad to happen while Art was here visiting him.

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[He noticed the hesitation, confused slightly but mentally noting it down and stowing it away.]

"i.. am."

[A sheepish nod as he looked down to the side, standing for a moment before walking closer to Carnie and just.. sitting next to him. Well- laying down more like, given his lower half.]

[Even when he lowered himself he was still fairly tall, his head peeking up over the top of Carnie's box.]

"...are you ok?"

[the-joyful-carnival]

“Aha, yes..! I’m.. I'm okay..”

Carnie anxiously rubs an arm, unsure if he should tell Art about what happened earlier or not. He decides not to after a moment of thinking and fidgeting, and now he lowers himself into the box a little. He crossed his arms and rested them over his box’s rim, looking up at Art now.

“Are.. are YOU okay, though..? No ouchies or lost body parts..?”

He was only worried about Art though, thankfully. His gaze was glued onto the other Prototype, looking over him for anything odd..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[Nothing seemed out of the ordinary on the deity's body.. for now.]

[A little chuckle escaped him, as his hands remained on his hood, fluffy and soft wings wrapping around himself.]

"no ouchies, all body parts accounted for, hehe.. i'm okay. at least- i think i am."

[There was hesitation in that last sentence, but not too much, anyway.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

Carnie breathed a sigh of relief, glad that Art wasn’t hurt or anything. He taps his claws against his box in thought, wondering about something, before he pauses once he came to a conclusion.

“Since we have a playdate.. what do we do first..? We can watch movies.. or color.. or have tea parties.. or, um.. am I rambling too much..?”

He was worried that he was talking Art’s ears off, or getting him angry.. oh he didn’t want to deal with another angry person today. His papa being angry is enough, though he hasn’t seen them ANGRY angry..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"no no, you're okay. you're not talking too much its fine! really."

[A wing reached out and into the box, patting Carnie on the back, then staying there. Soft.. and warm...]

"i think i'll leave it up to you, if thats alright. i'm not good at making decisions..."

[He kept his eyes on Carnie, but didn't stare too much, looking away on occasion while he listened, head turning towards the other slightly to face him.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

“We can watch a movie or two.. I’ll go ask papa if they can make some snacks for us..”

Carnie gives the wing on his back a soft, gentle pat, then carefully removing it from him before trying to move to the kitchen where The Joy was at. He struggled with moving, trying different ways of transportation.. crawling, hopping, scooting.. the box made it hard for him.

Though, in an attempt to move farther, he shrinks down into his box, gathering the power and energy to spring forward, and in a short burst, he launches forward and lands.. just a few inches away from his previous position. He sighs, now resting an arm on his box rim, resting his chin in his hand, but he puts too much weight on his arm.. his box tips over and he flops face first onto the floor, yelping once he made contact with the ground.

“OW!! Eeeeeeuuuuhhhh..”

Oh, Carnie…

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[He watched, curious as to how Carnie would solve this little puzzle, and then-]

"oh-! carm-!!"

[Now the fawn sprung up to his hooves, a few steps forward now before he knelt down and repositioned Carnie back upright, reaching for the boy himself and pulling him into a hug, soft wings wrapping around him too.]

"hey hey its ok its ok.."

[He tried his best to comfort Carnie, gentle as he spoke, soothing- or trying to.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

“Owww.. my head hurts… owww…”

Carnie rested against Art as he’s hugged, wrapping his arms around the other while he tried to recover from the fall. He whines from the pain, though his magic made quick work on healing him up, and just like that, he was fine.

He didn’t let go of Art though. He liked being held by him, actually.. it was comforting. Really comforting. He prefers being held by his papa, since they’re bigger and really comfy to rest on, but he’ll never tell Art that.

“Um.. can you.. can you carry me..? I hope I’m not that heavy..”

He lets go of Art after asking, just to do grabby hands at him, wanting to be carried. It was better than taking, like, 6 hours trying to move to the kitchen..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"i was actually about to offer..! but, yes, i definitely can. i'm sure you can't be too heavy... right?"

[Best not to get cocky now, Art.]

[His wings flitted behind him slightly before folding, as he maneuvered himself behind Carnie and grabbed the bottom of the box. Oh- he's quite heavy actually... just pretend like its fine! Yeah!]

"uff-! eeeyyyuuup- aall goood- ngh- light as a feather! ahaha!"

[For a god he sure was struggling a bit.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

“Are you sure it’s all good..? You seem to be struggling… I can just crawl, you know.. if it’s not too much of a bother..”

Carnie was willing to just attempt to crawl over to the kitchen if he’s too heavy for Art to carry, and he was even more worried about him now. He glances behind him to look at Art with a concerned expression on his porcelain mask.

“You don’t have to carry me..”

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"nononoononoonononnononono- no- its alright-! kh- gh- ohgoodlord- you're fine-! i'm fine-! its allll fiineee-! aha- hhaa..!"

[His legs trembled a bit but slowly he stepped forward, the two pairs of wings behind him outstretching now to help him balance.]

[A small readjustment of his hold on Carnie caused him to sigh of relief, grunting as he stretched slightly and moved forward again.]

"seeeeeeeeeee eeaaasy peeaaasyy!"

[gotta stay strong for Carnie. you're always complaining about being a kid? show him you aren't a kid! because you. aren't. a. kid!!]

[the-joyful-carnival]

“Wait.. wait wait- I have an idea..”

Carnie closes his eyes as he focuses on doing.. something. He was trying his best on helping Art out, by closing his eyes, apparently..

No, actually, he was trying to use his magic to make himself lighter, though he fumbles, and he ends up completely removing his box, it being replaced with a small spider-like lower half, similar to his papa’s. He opens his eyes, hoping that the magic worked, before looking down at his new legs and he just.. screams.

“AH! MY BOX! WHERE’S MY BOX?! WHAT DID I DO?!”

He panics completely, staring at his lower half in shock and fear, but at least his spider portion is wayyyyy lighter than that damn box..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[As he changed in real time Art panicked a bit, Carnie getting tossed in the air out of fear before being grabbed so he wouldn't hit the ground.]

"gAH-! WHAT HAPPENED-?!"

[He stumbled back a bit, before readjusting his hold again, now an arm under Carnie to support his new arachnid lower half, while the other arm wrapped around his torso, keeping him close nonetheless.]

"hey-! HEY-! Are you okay?! Did that hurt you at all??"

[Despite already changing his grip on the boy, he still set him down, kneeling and turning Carnie to face him as he checked over his form.]

"Calm down- calm down... its okay- its ok.."

[the-joyful-carnival]

“I-I’m fine..! I’m okay.. just thrown off.. at least I’m like papa now..”

Carnie smiles sheepishly at him, trying to convince Art that he’s fine, though he’s still shaken up by the suddenness of.. this new change. He tries to move the sharp legs so he could walk, though he was just like a newborn fawn, struggling to walk and he just flops onto his side.

“Eep..! I’m okay..!”

He then pulls himself up and straightens, trying his best to balance and taking his time to walk, taking small steps to get used to it.. though his wobbly legs made it hard to do so.

Carnie takes a few more steps, trying to head over to the kitchen, and glances at Art for him to follow.. but then flops over again. Ow.

“…just carry me, Arty.”

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"yeah- yea okay no worries. ccooomee hereee."

[He got up and grew closer, before picking him up in the same hold he had previously, one arm under and one around, keeping his body supported. Now he trotted toward the kitchen... or... what he thought was the kitchen. It's been awhile since he's been in this place and he never really memorized much. He's just going in the general direction Carnie was headed now.]

"is this okay? you aren't uncomfortable right? i can readjust if you need me to."

[He looked at Carnie with a somewhat worried look, wings draping downward as he treaded the floor, walking towards the noises of something being made.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

[quiet, and slowly the fawn wandered over, his stature having grown somehow again as he gains a bit more confidence in his new body. Yet even if he felt a bit better he was still reserved, each step bringing hesitation with it.]

[His wings also concealed his body slightly, shielding him from being perceived too easily, just fluffy feathers.]

"carnie? carnie i'm here.. s-sorry it took me so long..."

[As the boy called out, he pulled his sheer white hood further over his head, hiding his face.]

( @theoriginalpuppetmaster )

Carnie peeks out from his box, his eyes peering out at Art. He gives him a confused glance before hesitantly emerging from his box, having not expected him to come. He was on guard though, since that one Anon warned him and The Joy..

“Hi.. you’re here.. make yourself at home..!”

Carnie gestures to the entirety of Paradise around him, trying his hardest to sound welcoming, though some fear creeped into the facade. He didn’t want anything bad to happen while Art was here visiting him.

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[He noticed the hesitation, confused slightly but mentally noting it down and stowing it away.]

"i.. am."

[A sheepish nod as he looked down to the side, standing for a moment before walking closer to Carnie and just.. sitting next to him. Well- laying down more like, given his lower half.]

[Even when he lowered himself he was still fairly tall, his head peeking up over the top of Carnie's box.]

"...are you ok?"

[the-joyful-carnival]

“Aha, yes..! I’m.. I'm okay..”

Carnie anxiously rubs an arm, unsure if he should tell Art about what happened earlier or not. He decides not to after a moment of thinking and fidgeting, and now he lowers himself into the box a little. He crossed his arms and rested them over his box’s rim, looking up at Art now.

“Are.. are YOU okay, though..? No ouchies or lost body parts..?”

He was only worried about Art though, thankfully. His gaze was glued onto the other Prototype, looking over him for anything odd..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[Nothing seemed out of the ordinary on the deity's body.. for now.]

[A little chuckle escaped him, as his hands remained on his hood, fluffy and soft wings wrapping around himself.]

"no ouchies, all body parts accounted for, hehe.. i'm okay. at least- i think i am."

[There was hesitation in that last sentence, but not too much, anyway.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

Carnie breathed a sigh of relief, glad that Art wasn’t hurt or anything. He taps his claws against his box in thought, wondering about something, before he pauses once he came to a conclusion.

“Since we have a playdate.. what do we do first..? We can watch movies.. or color.. or have tea parties.. or, um.. am I rambling too much..?”

He was worried that he was talking Art’s ears off, or getting him angry.. oh he didn’t want to deal with another angry person today. His papa being angry is enough, though he hasn’t seen them ANGRY angry..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"no no, you're okay. you're not talking too much its fine! really."

[A wing reached out and into the box, patting Carnie on the back, then staying there. Soft.. and warm...]

"i think i'll leave it up to you, if thats alright. i'm not good at making decisions..."

[He kept his eyes on Carnie, but didn't stare too much, looking away on occasion while he listened, head turning towards the other slightly to face him.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

“We can watch a movie or two.. I’ll go ask papa if they can make some snacks for us..”

Carnie gives the wing on his back a soft, gentle pat, then carefully removing it from him before trying to move to the kitchen where The Joy was at. He struggled with moving, trying different ways of transportation.. crawling, hopping, scooting.. the box made it hard for him.

Though, in an attempt to move farther, he shrinks down into his box, gathering the power and energy to spring forward, and in a short burst, he launches forward and lands.. just a few inches away from his previous position. He sighs, now resting an arm on his box rim, resting his chin in his hand, but he puts too much weight on his arm.. his box tips over and he flops face first onto the floor, yelping once he made contact with the ground.

“OW!! Eeeeeeuuuuhhhh..”

Oh, Carnie…

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[He watched, curious as to how Carnie would solve this little puzzle, and then-]

"oh-! carm-!!"

[Now the fawn sprung up to his hooves, a few steps forward now before he knelt down and repositioned Carnie back upright, reaching for the boy himself and pulling him into a hug, soft wings wrapping around him too.]

"hey hey its ok its ok.."

[He tried his best to comfort Carnie, gentle as he spoke, soothing- or trying to.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

“Owww.. my head hurts… owww…”

Carnie rested against Art as he’s hugged, wrapping his arms around the other while he tried to recover from the fall. He whines from the pain, though his magic made quick work on healing him up, and just like that, he was fine.

He didn’t let go of Art though. He liked being held by him, actually.. it was comforting. Really comforting. He prefers being held by his papa, since they’re bigger and really comfy to rest on, but he’ll never tell Art that.

“Um.. can you.. can you carry me..? I hope I’m not that heavy..”

He lets go of Art after asking, just to do grabby hands at him, wanting to be carried. It was better than taking, like, 6 hours trying to move to the kitchen..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"i was actually about to offer..! but, yes, i definitely can. i'm sure you can't be too heavy... right?"

[Best not to get cocky now, Art.]

[His wings flitted behind him slightly before folding, as he maneuvered himself behind Carnie and grabbed the bottom of the box. Oh- he's quite heavy actually... just pretend like its fine! Yeah!]

"uff-! eeeyyyuuup- aall goood- ngh- light as a feather! ahaha!"

[For a god he sure was struggling a bit.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

“Are you sure it’s all good..? You seem to be struggling… I can just crawl, you know.. if it’s not too much of a bother..”

Carnie was willing to just attempt to crawl over to the kitchen if he’s too heavy for Art to carry, and he was even more worried about him now. He glances behind him to look at Art with a concerned expression on his porcelain mask.

“You don’t have to carry me..”

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"nononoononoonononnononono- no- its alright-! kh- gh- ohgoodlord- you're fine-! i'm fine-! its allll fiineee-! aha- hhaa..!"

[His legs trembled a bit but slowly he stepped forward, the two pairs of wings behind him outstretching now to help him balance.]

[A small readjustment of his hold on Carnie caused him to sigh of relief, grunting as he stretched slightly and moved forward again.]

"seeeeeeeeeee eeaaasy peeaaasyy!"

[gotta stay strong for Carnie. you're always complaining about being a kid? show him you aren't a kid! because you. aren't. a. kid!!]

[the-joyful-carnival]

“Wait.. wait wait- I have an idea..”

Carnie closes his eyes as he focuses on doing.. something. He was trying his best on helping Art out, by closing his eyes, apparently..

No, actually, he was trying to use his magic to make himself lighter, though he fumbles, and he ends up completely removing his box, it being replaced with a small spider-like lower half, similar to his papa’s. He opens his eyes, hoping that the magic worked, before looking down at his new legs and he just.. screams.

“AH! MY BOX! WHERE’S MY BOX?! WHAT DID I DO?!”

He panics completely, staring at his lower half in shock and fear, but at least his spider portion is wayyyyy lighter than that damn box..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[As he changed in real time Art panicked a bit, Carnie getting tossed in the air out of fear before being grabbed so he wouldn't hit the ground.]

"gAH-! WHAT HAPPENED-?!"

[He stumbled back a bit, before readjusting his hold again, now an arm under Carnie to support his new arachnid lower half, while the other arm wrapped around his torso, keeping him close nonetheless.]

"hey-! HEY-! Are you okay?! Did that hurt you at all??"

[Despite already changing his grip on the boy, he still set him down, kneeling and turning Carnie to face him as he checked over his form.]

"Calm down- calm down... its okay- its ok.."

[the-joyful-carnival]

[quiet, and slowly the fawn wandered over, his stature having grown somehow again as he gains a bit more confidence in his new body. Yet even if he felt a bit better he was still reserved, each step bringing hesitation with it.]

[His wings also concealed his body slightly, shielding him from being perceived too easily, just fluffy feathers.]

"carnie? carnie i'm here.. s-sorry it took me so long..."

[As the boy called out, he pulled his sheer white hood further over his head, hiding his face.]

( @theoriginalpuppetmaster )

Carnie peeks out from his box, his eyes peering out at Art. He gives him a confused glance before hesitantly emerging from his box, having not expected him to come. He was on guard though, since that one Anon warned him and The Joy..

“Hi.. you’re here.. make yourself at home..!”

Carnie gestures to the entirety of Paradise around him, trying his hardest to sound welcoming, though some fear creeped into the facade. He didn’t want anything bad to happen while Art was here visiting him.

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[He noticed the hesitation, confused slightly but mentally noting it down and stowing it away.]

"i.. am."

[A sheepish nod as he looked down to the side, standing for a moment before walking closer to Carnie and just.. sitting next to him. Well- laying down more like, given his lower half.]

[Even when he lowered himself he was still fairly tall, his head peeking up over the top of Carnie's box.]

"...are you ok?"

[the-joyful-carnival]

“Aha, yes..! I’m.. I'm okay..”

Carnie anxiously rubs an arm, unsure if he should tell Art about what happened earlier or not. He decides not to after a moment of thinking and fidgeting, and now he lowers himself into the box a little. He crossed his arms and rested them over his box’s rim, looking up at Art now.

“Are.. are YOU okay, though..? No ouchies or lost body parts..?”

He was only worried about Art though, thankfully. His gaze was glued onto the other Prototype, looking over him for anything odd..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[Nothing seemed out of the ordinary on the deity's body.. for now.]

[A little chuckle escaped him, as his hands remained on his hood, fluffy and soft wings wrapping around himself.]

"no ouchies, all body parts accounted for, hehe.. i'm okay. at least- i think i am."

[There was hesitation in that last sentence, but not too much, anyway.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

Carnie breathed a sigh of relief, glad that Art wasn’t hurt or anything. He taps his claws against his box in thought, wondering about something, before he pauses once he came to a conclusion.

“Since we have a playdate.. what do we do first..? We can watch movies.. or color.. or have tea parties.. or, um.. am I rambling too much..?”

He was worried that he was talking Art’s ears off, or getting him angry.. oh he didn’t want to deal with another angry person today. His papa being angry is enough, though he hasn’t seen them ANGRY angry..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"no no, you're okay. you're not talking too much its fine! really."

[A wing reached out and into the box, patting Carnie on the back, then staying there. Soft.. and warm...]

"i think i'll leave it up to you, if thats alright. i'm not good at making decisions..."

[He kept his eyes on Carnie, but didn't stare too much, looking away on occasion while he listened, head turning towards the other slightly to face him.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

“We can watch a movie or two.. I’ll go ask papa if they can make some snacks for us..”

Carnie gives the wing on his back a soft, gentle pat, then carefully removing it from him before trying to move to the kitchen where The Joy was at. He struggled with moving, trying different ways of transportation.. crawling, hopping, scooting.. the box made it hard for him.

Though, in an attempt to move farther, he shrinks down into his box, gathering the power and energy to spring forward, and in a short burst, he launches forward and lands.. just a few inches away from his previous position. He sighs, now resting an arm on his box rim, resting his chin in his hand, but he puts too much weight on his arm.. his box tips over and he flops face first onto the floor, yelping once he made contact with the ground.

“OW!! Eeeeeeuuuuhhhh..”

Oh, Carnie…

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[He watched, curious as to how Carnie would solve this little puzzle, and then-]

"oh-! carm-!!"

[Now the fawn sprung up to his hooves, a few steps forward now before he knelt down and repositioned Carnie back upright, reaching for the boy himself and pulling him into a hug, soft wings wrapping around him too.]

"hey hey its ok its ok.."

[He tried his best to comfort Carnie, gentle as he spoke, soothing- or trying to.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

“Owww.. my head hurts… owww…”

Carnie rested against Art as he’s hugged, wrapping his arms around the other while he tried to recover from the fall. He whines from the pain, though his magic made quick work on healing him up, and just like that, he was fine.

He didn’t let go of Art though. He liked being held by him, actually.. it was comforting. Really comforting. He prefers being held by his papa, since they’re bigger and really comfy to rest on, but he’ll never tell Art that.

“Um.. can you.. can you carry me..? I hope I’m not that heavy..”

He lets go of Art after asking, just to do grabby hands at him, wanting to be carried. It was better than taking, like, 6 hours trying to move to the kitchen..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"i was actually about to offer..! but, yes, i definitely can. i'm sure you can't be too heavy... right?"

[Best not to get cocky now, Art.]

[His wings flitted behind him slightly before folding, as he maneuvered himself behind Carnie and grabbed the bottom of the box. Oh- he's quite heavy actually... just pretend like its fine! Yeah!]

"uff-! eeeyyyuuup- aall goood- ngh- light as a feather! ahaha!"

[For a god he sure was struggling a bit.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

“Are you sure it’s all good..? You seem to be struggling… I can just crawl, you know.. if it’s not too much of a bother..”

Carnie was willing to just attempt to crawl over to the kitchen if he’s too heavy for Art to carry, and he was even more worried about him now. He glances behind him to look at Art with a concerned expression on his porcelain mask.

“You don’t have to carry me..”

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"nononoononoonononnononono- no- its alright-! kh- gh- ohgoodlord- you're fine-! i'm fine-! its allll fiineee-! aha- hhaa..!"

[His legs trembled a bit but slowly he stepped forward, the two pairs of wings behind him outstretching now to help him balance.]

[A small readjustment of his hold on Carnie caused him to sigh of relief, grunting as he stretched slightly and moved forward again.]

"seeeeeeeeeee eeaaasy peeaaasyy!"

[gotta stay strong for Carnie. you're always complaining about being a kid? show him you aren't a kid! because you. aren't. a. kid!!]

[the-joyful-carnival]

[quiet, and slowly the fawn wandered over, his stature having grown somehow again as he gains a bit more confidence in his new body. Yet even if he felt a bit better he was still reserved, each step bringing hesitation with it.]

[His wings also concealed his body slightly, shielding him from being perceived too easily, just fluffy feathers.]

"carnie? carnie i'm here.. s-sorry it took me so long..."

[As the boy called out, he pulled his sheer white hood further over his head, hiding his face.]

( @theoriginalpuppetmaster )

Carnie peeks out from his box, his eyes peering out at Art. He gives him a confused glance before hesitantly emerging from his box, having not expected him to come. He was on guard though, since that one Anon warned him and The Joy..

“Hi.. you’re here.. make yourself at home..!”

Carnie gestures to the entirety of Paradise around him, trying his hardest to sound welcoming, though some fear creeped into the facade. He didn’t want anything bad to happen while Art was here visiting him.

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[He noticed the hesitation, confused slightly but mentally noting it down and stowing it away.]

"i.. am."

[A sheepish nod as he looked down to the side, standing for a moment before walking closer to Carnie and just.. sitting next to him. Well- laying down more like, given his lower half.]

[Even when he lowered himself he was still fairly tall, his head peeking up over the top of Carnie's box.]

"...are you ok?"

[the-joyful-carnival]

“Aha, yes..! I’m.. I'm okay..”

Carnie anxiously rubs an arm, unsure if he should tell Art about what happened earlier or not. He decides not to after a moment of thinking and fidgeting, and now he lowers himself into the box a little. He crossed his arms and rested them over his box’s rim, looking up at Art now.

“Are.. are YOU okay, though..? No ouchies or lost body parts..?”

He was only worried about Art though, thankfully. His gaze was glued onto the other Prototype, looking over him for anything odd..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[Nothing seemed out of the ordinary on the deity's body.. for now.]

[A little chuckle escaped him, as his hands remained on his hood, fluffy and soft wings wrapping around himself.]

"no ouchies, all body parts accounted for, hehe.. i'm okay. at least- i think i am."

[There was hesitation in that last sentence, but not too much, anyway.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

Carnie breathed a sigh of relief, glad that Art wasn’t hurt or anything. He taps his claws against his box in thought, wondering about something, before he pauses once he came to a conclusion.

“Since we have a playdate.. what do we do first..? We can watch movies.. or color.. or have tea parties.. or, um.. am I rambling too much..?”

He was worried that he was talking Art’s ears off, or getting him angry.. oh he didn’t want to deal with another angry person today. His papa being angry is enough, though he hasn’t seen them ANGRY angry..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"no no, you're okay. you're not talking too much its fine! really."

[A wing reached out and into the box, patting Carnie on the back, then staying there. Soft.. and warm...]

"i think i'll leave it up to you, if thats alright. i'm not good at making decisions..."

[He kept his eyes on Carnie, but didn't stare too much, looking away on occasion while he listened, head turning towards the other slightly to face him.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

“We can watch a movie or two.. I’ll go ask papa if they can make some snacks for us..”

Carnie gives the wing on his back a soft, gentle pat, then carefully removing it from him before trying to move to the kitchen where The Joy was at. He struggled with moving, trying different ways of transportation.. crawling, hopping, scooting.. the box made it hard for him.

Though, in an attempt to move farther, he shrinks down into his box, gathering the power and energy to spring forward, and in a short burst, he launches forward and lands.. just a few inches away from his previous position. He sighs, now resting an arm on his box rim, resting his chin in his hand, but he puts too much weight on his arm.. his box tips over and he flops face first onto the floor, yelping once he made contact with the ground.

“OW!! Eeeeeeuuuuhhhh..”

Oh, Carnie…

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[He watched, curious as to how Carnie would solve this little puzzle, and then-]

"oh-! carm-!!"

[Now the fawn sprung up to his hooves, a few steps forward now before he knelt down and repositioned Carnie back upright, reaching for the boy himself and pulling him into a hug, soft wings wrapping around him too.]

"hey hey its ok its ok.."

[He tried his best to comfort Carnie, gentle as he spoke, soothing- or trying to.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

“Owww.. my head hurts… owww…”

Carnie rested against Art as he’s hugged, wrapping his arms around the other while he tried to recover from the fall. He whines from the pain, though his magic made quick work on healing him up, and just like that, he was fine.

He didn’t let go of Art though. He liked being held by him, actually.. it was comforting. Really comforting. He prefers being held by his papa, since they’re bigger and really comfy to rest on, but he’ll never tell Art that.

“Um.. can you.. can you carry me..? I hope I’m not that heavy..”

He lets go of Art after asking, just to do grabby hands at him, wanting to be carried. It was better than taking, like, 6 hours trying to move to the kitchen..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"i was actually about to offer..! but, yes, i definitely can. i'm sure you can't be too heavy... right?"

[Best not to get cocky now, Art.]

[His wings flitted behind him slightly before folding, as he maneuvered himself behind Carnie and grabbed the bottom of the box. Oh- he's quite heavy actually... just pretend like its fine! Yeah!]

"uff-! eeeyyyuuup- aall goood- ngh- light as a feather! ahaha!"

[For a god he sure was struggling a bit.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

[quiet, and slowly the fawn wandered over, his stature having grown somehow again as he gains a bit more confidence in his new body. Yet even if he felt a bit better he was still reserved, each step bringing hesitation with it.]

[His wings also concealed his body slightly, shielding him from being perceived too easily, just fluffy feathers.]

"carnie? carnie i'm here.. s-sorry it took me so long..."

[As the boy called out, he pulled his sheer white hood further over his head, hiding his face.]

( @theoriginalpuppetmaster )

Carnie peeks out from his box, his eyes peering out at Art. He gives him a confused glance before hesitantly emerging from his box, having not expected him to come. He was on guard though, since that one Anon warned him and The Joy..

“Hi.. you’re here.. make yourself at home..!”

Carnie gestures to the entirety of Paradise around him, trying his hardest to sound welcoming, though some fear creeped into the facade. He didn’t want anything bad to happen while Art was here visiting him.

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[He noticed the hesitation, confused slightly but mentally noting it down and stowing it away.]

"i.. am."

[A sheepish nod as he looked down to the side, standing for a moment before walking closer to Carnie and just.. sitting next to him. Well- laying down more like, given his lower half.]

[Even when he lowered himself he was still fairly tall, his head peeking up over the top of Carnie's box.]

"...are you ok?"

[the-joyful-carnival]

“Aha, yes..! I’m.. I'm okay..”

Carnie anxiously rubs an arm, unsure if he should tell Art about what happened earlier or not. He decides not to after a moment of thinking and fidgeting, and now he lowers himself into the box a little. He crossed his arms and rested them over his box’s rim, looking up at Art now.

“Are.. are YOU okay, though..? No ouchies or lost body parts..?”

He was only worried about Art though, thankfully. His gaze was glued onto the other Prototype, looking over him for anything odd..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[Nothing seemed out of the ordinary on the deity's body.. for now.]

[A little chuckle escaped him, as his hands remained on his hood, fluffy and soft wings wrapping around himself.]

"no ouchies, all body parts accounted for, hehe.. i'm okay. at least- i think i am."

[There was hesitation in that last sentence, but not too much, anyway.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

Carnie breathed a sigh of relief, glad that Art wasn’t hurt or anything. He taps his claws against his box in thought, wondering about something, before he pauses once he came to a conclusion.

“Since we have a playdate.. what do we do first..? We can watch movies.. or color.. or have tea parties.. or, um.. am I rambling too much..?”

He was worried that he was talking Art’s ears off, or getting him angry.. oh he didn’t want to deal with another angry person today. His papa being angry is enough, though he hasn’t seen them ANGRY angry..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"no no, you're okay. you're not talking too much its fine! really."

[A wing reached out and into the box, patting Carnie on the back, then staying there. Soft.. and warm...]

"i think i'll leave it up to you, if thats alright. i'm not good at making decisions..."

[He kept his eyes on Carnie, but didn't stare too much, looking away on occasion while he listened, head turning towards the other slightly to face him.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

“We can watch a movie or two.. I’ll go ask papa if they can make some snacks for us..”

Carnie gives the wing on his back a soft, gentle pat, then carefully removing it from him before trying to move to the kitchen where The Joy was at. He struggled with moving, trying different ways of transportation.. crawling, hopping, scooting.. the box made it hard for him.

Though, in an attempt to move farther, he shrinks down into his box, gathering the power and energy to spring forward, and in a short burst, he launches forward and lands.. just a few inches away from his previous position. He sighs, now resting an arm on his box rim, resting his chin in his hand, but he puts too much weight on his arm.. his box tips over and he flops face first onto the floor, yelping once he made contact with the ground.

“OW!! Eeeeeeuuuuhhhh..”

Oh, Carnie…

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[He watched, curious as to how Carnie would solve this little puzzle, and then-]

"oh-! carm-!!"

[Now the fawn sprung up to his hooves, a few steps forward now before he knelt down and repositioned Carnie back upright, reaching for the boy himself and pulling him into a hug, soft wings wrapping around him too.]

"hey hey its ok its ok.."

[He tried his best to comfort Carnie, gentle as he spoke, soothing- or trying to.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

[quiet, and slowly the fawn wandered over, his stature having grown somehow again as he gains a bit more confidence in his new body. Yet even if he felt a bit better he was still reserved, each step bringing hesitation with it.]

[His wings also concealed his body slightly, shielding him from being perceived too easily, just fluffy feathers.]

"carnie? carnie i'm here.. s-sorry it took me so long..."

[As the boy called out, he pulled his sheer white hood further over his head, hiding his face.]

( @theoriginalpuppetmaster )

Carnie peeks out from his box, his eyes peering out at Art. He gives him a confused glance before hesitantly emerging from his box, having not expected him to come. He was on guard though, since that one Anon warned him and The Joy..

“Hi.. you’re here.. make yourself at home..!”

Carnie gestures to the entirety of Paradise around him, trying his hardest to sound welcoming, though some fear creeped into the facade. He didn’t want anything bad to happen while Art was here visiting him.

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[He noticed the hesitation, confused slightly but mentally noting it down and stowing it away.]

"i.. am."

[A sheepish nod as he looked down to the side, standing for a moment before walking closer to Carnie and just.. sitting next to him. Well- laying down more like, given his lower half.]

[Even when he lowered himself he was still fairly tall, his head peeking up over the top of Carnie's box.]

"...are you ok?"

[the-joyful-carnival]

“Aha, yes..! I’m.. I'm okay..”

Carnie anxiously rubs an arm, unsure if he should tell Art about what happened earlier or not. He decides not to after a moment of thinking and fidgeting, and now he lowers himself into the box a little. He crossed his arms and rested them over his box’s rim, looking up at Art now.

“Are.. are YOU okay, though..? No ouchies or lost body parts..?”

He was only worried about Art though, thankfully. His gaze was glued onto the other Prototype, looking over him for anything odd..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[Nothing seemed out of the ordinary on the deity's body.. for now.]

[A little chuckle escaped him, as his hands remained on his hood, fluffy and soft wings wrapping around himself.]

"no ouchies, all body parts accounted for, hehe.. i'm okay. at least- i think i am."

[There was hesitation in that last sentence, but not too much, anyway.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

Carnie breathed a sigh of relief, glad that Art wasn’t hurt or anything. He taps his claws against his box in thought, wondering about something, before he pauses once he came to a conclusion.

“Since we have a playdate.. what do we do first..? We can watch movies.. or color.. or have tea parties.. or, um.. am I rambling too much..?”

He was worried that he was talking Art’s ears off, or getting him angry.. oh he didn’t want to deal with another angry person today. His papa being angry is enough, though he hasn’t seen them ANGRY angry..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

"no no, you're okay. you're not talking too much its fine! really."

[A wing reached out and into the box, patting Carnie on the back, then staying there. Soft.. and warm...]

"i think i'll leave it up to you, if thats alright. i'm not good at making decisions..."

[He kept his eyes on Carnie, but didn't stare too much, looking away on occasion while he listened, head turning towards the other slightly to face him.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

[quiet, and slowly the fawn wandered over, his stature having grown somehow again as he gains a bit more confidence in his new body. Yet even if he felt a bit better he was still reserved, each step bringing hesitation with it.]

[His wings also concealed his body slightly, shielding him from being perceived too easily, just fluffy feathers.]

"carnie? carnie i'm here.. s-sorry it took me so long..."

[As the boy called out, he pulled his sheer white hood further over his head, hiding his face.]

( @theoriginalpuppetmaster )

Carnie peeks out from his box, his eyes peering out at Art. He gives him a confused glance before hesitantly emerging from his box, having not expected him to come. He was on guard though, since that one Anon warned him and The Joy..

“Hi.. you’re here.. make yourself at home..!”

Carnie gestures to the entirety of Paradise around him, trying his hardest to sound welcoming, though some fear creeped into the facade. He didn’t want anything bad to happen while Art was here visiting him.

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[He noticed the hesitation, confused slightly but mentally noting it down and stowing it away.]

"i.. am."

[A sheepish nod as he looked down to the side, standing for a moment before walking closer to Carnie and just.. sitting next to him. Well- laying down more like, given his lower half.]

[Even when he lowered himself he was still fairly tall, his head peeking up over the top of Carnie's box.]

"...are you ok?"

[the-joyful-carnival]

“Aha, yes..! I’m.. I'm okay..”

Carnie anxiously rubs an arm, unsure if he should tell Art about what happened earlier or not. He decides not to after a moment of thinking and fidgeting, and now he lowers himself into the box a little. He crossed his arms and rested them over his box’s rim, looking up at Art now.

“Are.. are YOU okay, though..? No ouchies or lost body parts..?”

He was only worried about Art though, thankfully. His gaze was glued onto the other Prototype, looking over him for anything odd..

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[Nothing seemed out of the ordinary on the deity's body.. for now.]

[A little chuckle escaped him, as his hands remained on his hood, fluffy and soft wings wrapping around himself.]

"no ouchies, all body parts accounted for, hehe.. i'm okay. at least- i think i am."

[There was hesitation in that last sentence, but not too much, anyway.]

[the-joyful-carnival]

[quiet, and slowly the fawn wandered over, his stature having grown somehow again as he gains a bit more confidence in his new body. Yet even if he felt a bit better he was still reserved, each step bringing hesitation with it.]

[His wings also concealed his body slightly, shielding him from being perceived too easily, just fluffy feathers.]

"carnie? carnie i'm here.. s-sorry it took me so long..."

[As the boy called out, he pulled his sheer white hood further over his head, hiding his face.]

( @theoriginalpuppetmaster )

Carnie peeks out from his box, his eyes peering out at Art. He gives him a confused glance before hesitantly emerging from his box, having not expected him to come. He was on guard though, since that one Anon warned him and The Joy..

“Hi.. you’re here.. make yourself at home..!”

Carnie gestures to the entirety of Paradise around him, trying his hardest to sound welcoming, though some fear creeped into the facade. He didn’t want anything bad to happen while Art was here visiting him.

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[He noticed the hesitation, confused slightly but mentally noting it down and stowing it away.]

"i.. am."

[A sheepish nod as he looked down to the side, standing for a moment before walking closer to Carnie and just.. sitting next to him. Well- laying down more like, given his lower half.]

[Even when he lowered himself he was still fairly tall, his head peeking up over the top of Carnie's box.]

"...are you ok?"

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

Would pirate Art accept hugs from me anon or am I untrustworthy

(I would totally be evil if I were a pirate but SHHH no one needs to know that)

-☾

// He hates being touched in this au. Especially without consent. You might also end up.

...

somewhere you don't belong.

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

Would Art love Joseph in every timeline/au? Or would some Au’s would he rather be a single Pringle?

// Weeell that depends :)

but for the most part? yeah. he'd love her in any timeline <3

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

Would Art like Pirate Joy? Or would he still be wary of them like he is with normal Joy?

// Eeeeehhhh

Joy is a captain, but Art's captain is Scarv. He would die for his own captain but im not sure how he'd feel about another one.

probably would just not care or. commit murder (at least TRY to.)

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

So on the subject of pirate au…And not knowing who the First Mate of the ship is still, I read somewhere that a First Mate would sometimes die for their captain and crew. I was wondering how the crew and captain would feel if the First Mate just died? I’ve been asking everyone else this cause I got to know.

// So. About that. I fear most of them would just not give a f*ck. And someone (cough cough ARTIFICER cough cough) would be fairly pleased with the death of the First Mate.

EDIT: I am not speaking for others muses ofc this is just my interpretation based off everyones relationships with each other 🫡