ex VIOLENT

niff.

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like for a starter !

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12:56 am ,  susie said it .

if yk ,  yk .

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@solehuman​ :  Boss Battle

               lip twitches ,  sneer growing with a salivation lining disturbingly grit teeth .   the monster within is surging ,  rearing its ugly head from a loosening past .

                                ❛    no more holdin’ back .    ❜

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okay so i'll try to rework my tangent from last night into something comprehensible for my susie's canon divergence .

my susie's universe of the dark world is inspired by the relation between certain secret bosses's correlation to the offensive items gifted to their wielders . as the player controls them to attack only and fight only in secret boss battles , the pacifist run remains unchanged , though with a twist . according to the descriptions and flavor texts of susie and ralsei receiving the puppet scarf and devilsknife , i like to think they're being motivated on the sidelines just like how kris motivates noelle in snowgrave .

for susie , her motivation from jevil is that of a numbers game . her flavor text "let the games begin" makes me wonder just what it is she considers a game . i headcanon that occasionally jevil forces her to see the world beyond an npc's perspective , to witness the lines of code and prove to her that indeed this life is no more than just a game . prove to her that there's no repercussion for her outbursts , for her lack of empathy for crushing others . his goal is to completely break through the growth susie's made and get her to harm / maim / kill those of both the light and the dark . it's all a game anyways .

for ralsei , his motivation from spamton is that of becoming the big shot he's meant to be . the legend tells of his purpose solely being that of a guide , a nobody . spamton is trying to egg ralsei on to realize his true power within and to abandon his ideals of putting others before him . his flavor text of "if i have to fight . . ." combined with the scarf's description of "for those that abandon healing" encourages that ralsei should give in to selfishness and greed , to focus on himself and abandon his friends .

because of this , my susie comes off a little more emotionally exhausted or tends to be casually more violent than others , seeing how time spent with the devilsknife makes it difficult to rest or even take a break . the worst part is sometimes she sees the numbers outside of the dark world . it's truly terrifying to see , especially since she can never bring herself to understand what it all means .

[seleneserenade]

Send me “Boss Battle”, and I’ll post the music that plays when your muse fights mine as a boss.

Alternatively, send me “Reverse Boss battle”, and I’ll post the music that plays when my muse fights yours as a boss.

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@freedomcraved @unwhelm

listen it's not by choice anymore , she's got a job to do .

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okay so i'll try to rework my tangent from last night into something comprehensible for my susie's canon divergence .

my susie's universe of the dark world is inspired by the relation between certain secret bosses's correlation to the offensive items gifted to their wielders . as the player controls them to attack only and fight only in secret boss battles , the pacifist run remains unchanged , though with a twist . according to the descriptions and flavor texts of susie and ralsei receiving the puppet scarf and devilsknife , i like to think they're being motivated on the sidelines just like how kris motivates noelle in snowgrave .

for susie , her motivation from jevil is that of a numbers game . her flavor text "let the games begin" makes me wonder just what it is she considers a game . i headcanon that occasionally jevil forces her to see the world beyond an npc's perspective , to witness the lines of code and prove to her that indeed this life is no more than just a game . prove to her that there's no repercussion for her outbursts , for her lack of empathy for crushing others . his goal is to completely break through the growth susie's made and get her to harm / maim / kill those of both the light and the dark . it's all a game anyways .

for ralsei , his motivation from spamton is that of becoming the big shot he's meant to be . the legend tells of his purpose solely being that of a guide , a nobody . spamton is trying to egg ralsei on to realize his true power within and to abandon his ideals of putting others before him . his flavor text of "if i have to fight . . ." combined with the scarf's description of "for those that abandon healing" encourages that ralsei should give in to selfishness and greed , to focus on himself and abandon his friends .

because of this , my susie comes off a little more emotionally exhausted or tends to be casually more violent than others , seeing how time spent with the devilsknife makes it difficult to rest or even take a break . the worst part is sometimes she sees the numbers outside of the dark world . it's truly terrifying to see , especially since she can never bring herself to understand what it all means .

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ok fine a hint .

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istg when it's not late at night i'll bore you guys with how my susie is canon divergent and being controlled by jevil like kris does noelle in weird route .

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@unwhelm​

               focus weans ,  loses sight ,  darkness creeping in from all sides .   they barely began moving through the new area ,  alone with ralsei ,  weapon held in offhand  --  yet she can still hear their voice clear as day .   echoing ,  taunting ,  shark to shark .   numbers crawl like ants along the floor as its color dulls ,  reveals code strings upon the ground she walks upon .   sweat beads at her jaw ,  gaze forced away to stare at ralsei’s backside .   susie refuses to stew ,  let this fester .

               his HP ,  so slender .   .   .   fuck ,  she’s seeing those statistics again .   when that clown said this was just a game ,  did he  --  snap out of it susie !   you’re losing yourself here .   hunger pangs in her stomach ,  nausea circling in her guts as she begins to trudge her feet .   everything’s weighing in on her ,  all this stress  &&.  claustrophobic code .   hands move ,  smooth over her face ,  smear back sweat  &&.  hair as she tries to ignore it all .

               even the devilish whispers preening her mind .

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@shotton​ : casually walks up to susie (or as. casually as someone who's unsteady as hell CAN walk) before picking her up with both arms, raising her above his head before just.....throwing her. he wants to see how far she'll go.

               the waddling conundrum of shaky legs teetering a giant towards the monster earns a sudden distinguished summoning of her axe ,  only to be discarded upon being grappled like a squeezing toy .  lifted off her feet ,  susie has not one chance to utter a syllable as she’s shotput into the atmosphere  --  or at least as far as this cavern’s walls let her soar until colliding with the railway .   rust  &&.  flaking residue scrapes  &&.  chisels off onto tough hide  &&.  clothes ,  the raggedy lightner slowly rising from her disheveled landing .

               eyes ignite in a fury most often known as an angry toddler’s incoming tantrum ,  axe summoned  AGAIN  in one hand this time ,  fist balled to raise the two-handed weapon up .   then comes the boom of her rage roided voice .

                                ❛    WHAT THE  FUCK  WAS THAT ,  SHORTSTACK .    ❜

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               discomfort ruminates in her bedroom ,  the question lingering on her ears from the speaker .   eyes can’t fathom what she sees ,  slowly fading  &&.  returning to the dark with the newfound distance between herself  &&.  the weapon leaned up in the corner . 

                                ❛    .    .    .   it talks to me ,  &&.  i can see things because of it .    ❜

               damned devilsknife .

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[ TRUTH ]

“ AND YOU’RE THE FIRST TO SURVIVE ! CONGRATULATIONS ! “ jevil applauds. he doesn’t blink at her tone, or flinch at the sudden jolt forward- yellow irises simply stare at her for a moment. then, a plush hand pats her nose, almost dismissively. he wants to say something about patience, but now doesn’t seem to be the time for that.

“ FREEDOM OF MIND . “ he states. “ IT’S DIFFICULT , DIFFICULT TO EXPLAIN , BUT … TO PUT IT SIMPLY , THE WALLS THIS REALITY CONFINES YOU TO ARE MUCH THINNER THAN YOU BELIEVE THEY ARE . AND … BREAKING THROUGH THEM - KNOWING YOU CAN DO ANYTHING - THAT KNOWLEDGE IS MY FREEDOM . A PIECE OF IT , ANYHOW . “

it was always hard to explain their thinking to those not cursed with the knowledge he had, but she got her answer. and perhaps there was a certain glint in his eye after his explanation, a sign of emotion simmering behind glowing yellows. sadness, maybe? anger? regret? it was hard to tell. he shakes his head a bit, as if to usher the feelings away.

“ I DO APOLOGIZE IF I’M A POOR CONVERSATIONALIST , BY THE WAY ! FIRST TIME PROPERLY SPEAKING TO SOMEONE IN ABOUT A HUNDRED YEARS , UEE HEE HEE ! “ he laughs ( but it’s not funny. )

               unrest carries in the air ,  circulates like blood clots through the tension as both parties feel words catch in their throats .   the pat to her snout rears her head back in disdain ,  though exhaustion soon feigns over susie the more in depth jevil seems to deliver his ominous wisdom .   regardless of whether they want to explain themself or cast away any regard for such promise ,  it’s then that susie feels muscles slack  &&.  fall in vain of their reprise .   she had resorted to violence in two ways  ;     using her strength to intimidate ,  &&.  having threatened the outcast again  &&.  again .

               hands move ,  cusp her face  &&.  drag up through mangy hair ,  brushing away those clouded eyes into view once more .   amber hues carry towards the jester ,  prompted by the decision to continue the conversation  .   .   .   even if both of them seemed at a loss for words .

                                ❛    a hundred years ,  huh ?   s’an awful long time t’ be cramped in some cell .    ❜      arms swing up ,  plant behind her head in a stretching recline .   just imagining sitting in juvy for half a decade seemed too long  .   .   .   her throat dries up at the prospect of a century behind bars .   albeit still stood at the premise of bars keeping either side apart ,  susie stays so dangerously close ,  risking the opportunity for jevil to strike .

               of course she doubted he’d try .

                                ❛    dunno what ya did t’ end up locked up ,  but if you ask me ,  that  KING  fella should’ve been the one back there in the dungeon .    ❜      a pregnant pause hesitates .      ❛    y’unno ,  before we moved you both t’ castle town .    ❜

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[ SALES ]

⇨ All he had to offer was… some sort of ‘potion’. Not really… a meal? As the money explodes onto the wall on his left, dots appear to give a side glance. He sweats and shakes. But keeps smiling wide!  “ * … I’LL [ see what we have in the back ] !!! ”  He chirps, then abruptly got up and left, never turning away from them, just walking quickly backwards until he went behind a pile of trash. Well what was he supposed to say? Something reasonable, like how he doesn’t even sell food, how absolutely nothing in this establishment should be put in your mouth? And risk losing a customer? A very scary customer?? Maybe get eaten..?

“ * HERE YOU GO !! ”  He slams down an assorted pile of half eaten cyber food and wrappers on his counter.  “ (1) VALUE MCCHURGER CH-CH- NUGGIE BUCKET  COMB0 POUNDER SELECT MEAL. ”  He touches his marionette fingers together, thumb to pointer, and signs an ‘ok’.  “ * BONE APP THE TEETH !!! ”

               thank god she’s used to the sight of half-eaten food by now ,  hands moving to scoop up one of the options ,  teeth sinking into the wrapper  &&.  all .   from what she had heard from kris ,  this guy was a salesman of an odd background ,  certainly a little screwy  --  but someone worth checking out .   as chompers eviscerate what’s held in jaws ,  susie’s eyes catch the enthusiasm shown her way by his little hand’s pinch .   a soft snort interrupts her chewing ,  food tilted towards him as her gall finally rears its head ,  friendliness shining through her attitude .

                                ❛    sorry about that ,  i guess .   i was hangry ,  just never ends well y’know ?    ❜        her smile could light up a jail cell ,  glinting the awkward light of the heap they stored themselves in .   for a moment her newfound excitement lets her tail sway behind her ,  knocking against the counter below as she keeps eye contact with spamton .   there’s a new energy ,  a docile relatability now astir between herself and the puppet .   her smile weans ,  susie lowering her gaze in shame as reality finally sets in .   she’s no better than those who chase her off in hometown .

               a hand anxiously places the bitten burger back onto the counter ,  the lumbering giant moving to join the marionette behind the counter .   down she kneels ,  nails careful when plucking up kromer by the bill ,  trying to clean the mess of exploded money from behind spamton .   as she can sense his confusion ,  eyes raise  --  meet his .

                                ❛    hey ,  i’m serious about that  ;       i’m sorry for bein’ a bully .   sometimes i forget that others have the same living situation as i do .    ❜

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@unwhelm group howl time !!

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@toomanysweaters 👈👈

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@roskaarotta she just puts her head in ur hand sometimes .