JUMPING SPIDER DRIDERS YOUR GENIUS. YOUR MIND, YOUR SHEER GENIUS.
Big fuzzy drider peering at you all softly. Come into my pen we can play. No it isn't dangerous don't worry look how cute I am. Much fuzz so soft. Warm. It's so cold, come play and cuddle and warm. Yes yes den is good for volunteer, warm and safe. Don't worry come close will just relax you yes. Oh you're running :) you want foreplay :)))) that's fun jumping spider drider is stronger and faster and better at hunting he shows how good at hunting he is yes :))) but he is soft don't worry so soft good for mate :))))))
They love to think everything they do is for you. And with that, they think everything you do, is to test their ability to mate you.
No see you're supposed to eat the meat they bring silly! Oh!!! No deer was bad!!! Deer invasive!! :) Deer was ok with it!
No cry!!! See, no danger!!! They make good web and have scary teeth!!! Mate so silly, always so scared!!! No need to be frightened!!!
Mate running? Mate must like to be chased!! :)) Mate loves chasing! Always squirms so cutely when caught! It's ok, we can chase!!!
You make cute noises when pressed right below your tummy. Make it more. Make it more right now. Mate so cute and precious and oh? Mate is warm and even cuter and oh goodness they need you. They need you so bad right now. You need to be full of their cocks and eggs and made to be a little breeding whore and-
Oops!!! They didn't check to see if more visitor were coming-mate was taken away again! :c maybe they make nest for next time so they can show mate how loved they are, so they don't have to leave anymore.
Can my crowd of local freaks please help me out here. How do I describe someone getting operated on with no anesthesia. I'm trying to remove a parasitic wasp larvae from Hornet and the description sucks ass
Important reminder: this is for birdo blorbos, not actual birds. If you notice that your bird is doing some of the stuff I've mentioned, take them to a vet!
TW: broken bones, blood, injury exhaustion, illness, harm to animals (person animal hybrids, but animal injuries are an important reference,) restraint, hypothermia, brain damage, self harm
Physical injury
Birds bones actually act as air containers. It's harder to breathe when your going very very fast, so they need all the oxygen they can get. This also does make them lighter, which is a nice bonus. Breaking a bone means the area (and entire bird) will get less oxygen. Bird bones are deceptively strong due to the power of triangle's, so they'd be only a little more fragile.
Birds have smaller organs for the purposes of being light enough to fly. This also means they have less muscle and blood. If a birdo blorbo were to get injured in such a way that they'd bleed, they would bleed out much faster than a mammal.
Having feathers plucked also hurts. Feathers will fall out or get loose when they molt, but having a healthy feather plucked hurts. If a feather were to get damaged, they would likely pluck it out so it would grow back faster.
Exhaustion
Flying is hard. If possible, a bird would much prefer to walk. Birds tend to eat smaller, more frequent meals due to smaller intestines. They need a lot of energy to fly. Bird that migrate have figured out a variety of ways to work together and reduce wind and drag. That's why geese fly in V's. If a birdo blorbo is flying alone, they have to brave the wind themselves, which is much harder.
Birds also need lots of sleep (my budgie needs 10 solid hours combined with lots of quick naps) many species can employ unihemispheric sleep. But not all. I cant give a broad strokes picture, but if you have a specific bird in mind, I recommend googling it.
However, if a bird is flying alone, being half awake can be more of a risk. If their in a group, it's all good.
Illness
I can't cover everything, but I can give broad strokes.
Birds with fevers tend to fluff up their feather to let out heat, along with shivering to generate more heat. They don't have sweat glands, so they tend to open mouth breathe to let out heat.
Respiratory infections are common in birds. They tend to open mouth breathe and rub their beaks on things. Birds rub their beaks when healthy, it just happens a lot more when sick. birds can also sneeze. Tail bobbing is also common, but it can just be your bird is weird. Mine will tail bob with one foot tucked in and playing with his toys.
Birds fo itch, and scratch itches. They have random itches like us humans, but they can also get rashes and fungal infections. If a bird itches for a long time often, that could be a sign their sick. Maybe someone could see it, grill them about it...
Moving on.
Clipped wings
Clipping a birds wings is controversial and highly dependent on the bird. I clip some of my budgies secondary feathers and the tips of his primaries due to the fact he tends to get himself in danger. A lot of budgies do not need this, and the decision should always be made with a vet. I'll be referencing what the vet told me and my own experience.
Larger birds with more sensibility and less fragility rarely need their wings clipped unless they have had some other injury or procedure. A birdo blorbo with human intelligence will not need their wings clipped.
Having a birds wings clipped can lead to boredom and frustration. With pet birds, they need constant entertainment and a way to still explore, and I haven't heard of any birds who needed fully clipped wings. (Mine can fly across my house and into the piano. If he wants to get higher, he chirps and I'll lift him up so he can reach.)
A birdo blorbo with enough intelligence to make decisions will probably feel violated, frustrated, and scared. That's a whole axis of mobility they now cannot access. A caretaker would need to find ways to keep the birdo blorbo occupied until their feathers grow back. (My budgie needs them trimmed about every 6-8 weeks.)
Feathers do grow back, usually in a few months. The feathers have no nerves and are made of keratin, so the actual clipping will not hurt.
Restraint
Birds have more fragile bones and bodies, meaning that a whumper or attacker could easily cause serious damage.
Birds are more affected by their environment (see below) so they would be much more affected by the cell and restraints their kept in. Birds also need lots of space, to spread their wings and fly, or to feel less trapped or just walk about.
Birds also breathe with their chest, not their shoulders. Something pressing on their chest would be a lot more dangerous. If you pick up a parrot, you want to hold it gently closer to the neck to allow their chest to move
Birds are also very light. I had a birdo blorbo who's optimal weight was 6 lbs. He was considered tall for his people at around 5 ft. A smaller birdo blorbo could be very easy to throw.
Environmental hazards
Birds feathers serve as an important insulator. Thicker fluffier down feathers can help them survive the cold, while more sleek feathers can keep the heat in check. A bald spot would not be able to regulate temperature as well.
Birds do not get sunburn, and can use sunlight to heal dna. Birds also do not have brown fat, meaning that if they were in a cold environment, they would have a harder time staying warm
They can spread blood flow to their beaks and legs to let out more heat. In the cold, they can restrict the blood flow to keep heat from escaping.
Birds have a gland in the base of their tails that allows them to water proof their feathers. Birds spread this oil with their beaks. If a bird were to get wet, they would be more susceptible to hypothermia. A birdo blorbo would want to get out of the water as fast as possible. Penguins and water foul are an exception due to their excellent water proofing.
Brain damage
birds have smaller more densely packed brains. You can just say that their brains are pretty much human brains, which would make sense. if you want to play with bird brains, wikipedia has a very good article that is full of jargon but they define it.
Birds would likely have greater effects than humans. The part of the brain that controls basic functions like breathing and heartbeat is also at the back of their heads, but lower down. This is why headless mike lived so long. (A chicken who survived having his head cut off.)
The celebrum or personality part is in the front of the head like humans.
Psychological effects.
I'm assuming that your birdo blorbo has cognition similar to a human. A lot of the same trauma and unhealthy coping would apply.
Birds are prone to depression, often feather plucking when bored. Birds may also destroy things for a lot of the same reasons humans impulsively destroy things. A birdo blorbo who went through the wringer is as likely as a human to fall into bad habits.
Parrots are very similar to humans, and incredibly social. Raptors often spend their time alone. But all birds have a mate, wether for life or a season. Lots of birds are monogamous, and tend to form close lifelong bonds with their mate. The breaking of these bonds can cause birds to die from heartbreak. If the whumper was close to them, that could mean death no matter the specifics.
➛ carelessly restrained with tight, rough ropes around their torso and wings, ripping out feathers and breaking skin and bone in the process
“Please… I'll never be able to fly again…”
➛ whumpee having absolutely gorgeous feathers and being presented to all who want to see, with no say in the matter
“Look, mom! So pretty! I want one for home!” – “We can check if they have one for sale, honey. Maybe for your next birthday, hm?”
➛ ripping out feathers for tools or decoration and shaming whumpee for the bald spots it creates
“It looks… sickly. You sure its safe to be around?”
➛ big, beautiful wings wrapping around a bruised and battered body
“Don't touch me, please... Leave me alone...”
➛ unable to put them in a brace after they break, causing permanent damage and pain when they heal
➛ whumpee ripping out their own feathers as a stress response, making whumper bind their arms at all times
“Can't have you devaluing yourself, can we? Now be good and look pretty for us, yeah?”
➛ caretaker gently helps whumpee preen on their back after months of neglect, with all the patience in the world
“Sssh… It's okay. I got the worst done already. Doesn't that feel good?”
➛ “My wings used make me free. I could go anywhere I wanted, whenever. Now, they're the reason for my cage.”
➛ that sinking feeling when even whumpee's saviours stop to marvel at their wings, once again making whumpee feel like an oddity and fearing for what their saviors' real intentions are
Cuz I have a raging head cold and that’s what the mind soup served today.
It could be a someone’s revenge, an accident, or simply poetic justice against the villain. It could last a few hours, days, or forever unless the “magic” is intentionally reversed. Villain could be set free to survive on their own, or locked away under someone’s “care.” Overall, it’s a fearful, humiliating, and likely painful experience for Villain. CW: physical animal (human) abuse, slight body gore, kind of literal pet whump too
Villain getting turned into something small. A rat that has to dodge stomping boots and swinging broom bristles, that hides in small boxes and stinking cracks in the walls. Or a little bird, flapping frantically, being eyed hungrily by birds of prey above. Everything is huge and trying to kill them.
Villain getting turned into something large. Uncomfortably large. An elephant in the room. A giant seal. A hippo. Not necessarily helpless, but their limbs are all wrong and everything is squishing against them and they’re freaking out; it’s only a matter of time before they get tranqed. Maybe their punishment is becoming a spectacle at the local zoo or circus.
Villain turning into something karmic. A pompous, royal villain turning into a donkey, getting branded and horse whipped by the stable kid they used to kick around. A cold-blooded villain getting turned into a snake, then being dropped into freezing water. A greedy Villain being turned into a pig, everyone coming to throw rotten fruit at them and threatening to cook them up.
Villain getting turning into a pet. A dog, that has to be constantly muzzled. A cat, declawed. Kept in a tiny cage all day, or if let out, wears a shock collar. Beat with a newspaper, kicked in the muzzle. When they try to run, their new owner simply steps on their tail.
Assuming that a hero—knowing what happened to Villain—takes pity on them, here’s some comfort:
Hero cupping the little animal in their hands, carefully avoiding pressure on any injuries. Villain’s heartbeat races against their palm, and they shake even after Hero promises not to hurt them.
Hero visiting Villain at the zoo, noting they look sickly and aren’t engaging at all. When they find out Villain is refusing to eat, they end up spending way more time than they expected at the zoo, trying to cheer Villain up and get them to eat again.
Hero never, ever thought they’d feel bad for the arrogant Villain. But watching them get horse whipped day after day, seeing the scars raise up on their back, hearing their pained screeches, is just too much. Beneath the hair/fur, there is still a human.
Hero didn’t find Villain for weeks after the change. So when they finally find Villain, a trembling, starved animal locked behind a too-small cage, the choice to free them is immediate. Maybe Villain cowers away at first, but Hero is calm, reassuring. Their hands are gentle, their arms safe. They carefully release any muzzle or collar, frowning at the continual flinching and the sharpness of Villain’s bones.
Hero who bonds with their new animal friend, who understands their gestures and sounds, who pets and cuddles with them far more than they know would be proper if they were human. A snake that rests on their chest. An elephant they read to. A cat curled up against their leg. And then poof. The magic wears off. And now they have a wide-eyed, very human Villain staring at them.
The scars from their time as an animal carry over onto Villain’s human body. Brands, whip marks, a piece of ear missing, their fingers…And mentally they’re losing it because they just know Hero won’t want them anymore, that they weren’t a good human before and Hero will make them go now that they’ve changed back. And Villain is crying when Hero just pulls them into a hug and reassures them that they’re still friends, that Villain can stay.
Warning: Forced self cannibalism and cannibalism. Wing mutilation and amputation.
Fresh blood trickled down Whumpee's back as they leaned weakly against a wall.
Moving hurt too much, even breathing felt like they were tearing their back apart more.
Their wings were the only thing Whumpee could think about.
The muscles that worked the wings sent shock waves of pain through Whumpee's back.
"It's like they're crying. They feel empty", Whumpee's breath hitched.
Their feathers scattered the floor around them. They had lost quite a few because of stress.... and nervous preening.
They shook as they reached for one of the feathers. Tears flooded their eyes as they cuddled it close.
Whumper carried a plate in and set it down by Whumpee.
"I thought you'd be hungry after losing that much blood", Whumper smirked, "just some leftovers from my dinner."
Whumpee side glanced the plate, "I'm not interested."
"Oh, come on, they taste really good", Whumper chuckled, "I didn't do anything to them. Those are from my plate. They're fresh to. You need something to eat to regain your strength."
Whumpee cautiously reached for the plate and grabbed a small piece of meat.
"Is this chicken?", Whumpee smelt it before taking a bite.
"Well, kind of", Whumper smirked, "it is wings from a bird like creature."
Whumpee stopped mid chew, "what?", they squealed.
"Your wings are delicious, aren't they?", Whumper laughed.
"I'm going to throw up", Whumpee threw the food away from them and leaned forward to puke.
The movements caused their back to tear open the scab that formed on their back. More blood oozed down.
"Why? Why did you cut them off?", Whumpee yelled.
"I was tired of trimming your feathers, and you fighting me. Plus I was hungry", Whumper picked up the plate, "you eat these or I force feed you. Your choice, my hard work making these won't go to waste."
Whumpee looked at the plate, "I can't eat my own wings. Please, don't make me."
"You didn't even take care of them. Look at all the feathers everywhere. You pulled them off yourself", Whumper yelled, "eat."
"You did this. You did all of this", Whumpee yelled back.
Whumper slapped Whumpee before picking up another piece of the meat and forcing Whumpee's mouth open.
Whumpee sobbed as they were forced to eat their own body.
Blood loss was getting to Whumpee. They thought they saw Caretaker opening the door and running to them.
Everything was blurry.
What was being said? Everything sounded like echoes.
"Who's there?", Whumpee jumped suddenly, "please no more, I'll be good. Don't touch me."
"It's Caretaker. Shh, it's Caretaker", someone held down Whumpee's hands, "don't fight. We are here to save you."
"Car-Caretaker?", Whumpee whispered, "Caretaker... you're here for me?"
"Yes, you are safe now", Caretaker stopped and rubbed Whumpee's head to comfort them.
"M-my wings, they cut off my wings", Whumpee cried and tried to bury their head in Caretaker's body, "they cut them and ate them. They forced me to eat them."
Caretaker sat on the ground to comfort Whumpee. They saw some pieces of bone that had been tossed away. Feathers were everywhere... Whumpee's feathers.
"I'm sorry Whumpee. I am truly sorry", Caretaker frowned as their friend shook, "I wish I could have found you sooner."
Emergency responders worked around them.
"Where is Whumper?", Whumpee looked up fearfully.
"They are being arrested", Caretaker soothed, "you are safe now. I finally found you."
"Could you grab some of my feathers so I can keep them", Whumpee asked as they were loaded onto a gurney.
"Of course I can do that", Caretaker comforted, "these nice people are taking you to the hospital. I will be there soon to help you okay."
"Okay", Whumpee nodded, "please don't forget me."
"I won't Whumpee. I promise."
Caretaker gathered several feathers of different sizes and color patterns.
They were shown the leftovers of Whumpee's wings.
"This is a nightmare", Caretaker sighed as they patted the wings gently, "this person is sick minded. They will pay for this."
Caretaker quietly watched Whumpee sleep.
They had had a busy few hours as the doctors had to carefully take care of Whumpee. Anything done wrong to the avian's back could be disastrous, especially if the wings were able to grow back.
Whumpee winced as their eyes opened.
Their eyes darted around the room. Their field of view was limited due to not wanting to move.
"Caretaker?", Whumpee whispered.
"I'm right here", Caretaker quickly knelt beside them, "right here."
"What's going on?", Whumpee frowned.
"You just got out of surgery, you were under for a few hours. You are resting now", Caretaker knelt beside them, "do you have any pain?"
"Not right now", Whumpee frowned, "is it bad?"
"It's not great", Caretaker sighed, "but the doctor believes if your wings do grow back, you shouldn't have any problems."
"Even if they grow back, it will be years before I have them the way they were", Whumpee felt a tear form in their eye, "do you think they'll grow back?", Whumpee whispered.
"Honestly, I'm not sure. An avian having their wings cut at the base doesn't normally happen", Caretaker sighed, "whatever happens I will help you get through or try my best to help."
Caretaker looked down, "I am so sorry I didn't get to you sooner. You were so hard to find and I know that isn't a good excuse. I'm sorry."
Whumpee weakly held out their hand to Caretaker.
Caretaker gently held it.
"You tried your hardest. I appreciate you saving me", Whumpee smiled weakly.
"Here is, uh", Caretaker quickly wiped a tear away, "your feathers you requested, I hope the ones I grabbed are okay."
"Thankyou", Whumpee reached for a feather.
"The leftover parts of your wings and the rest of your feathers are being taken care of by the Avian Society. I didn't know what was best for your wings and feathers, I hope it's okay I trusted them to the leaders", Caretaker sighed.
"That's okay, they will probably destroy them", Whumpee frowned, "I'll receive the cremated remains."
"Are you okay with that?", Caretaker made a concerned look.
"That's normal, because of what we are, most of our bodies are cremated.... unless it's an honored person. Some avians believe those people are gods and follow them", Whumpee sadly rubbed their feather across their face, "we don't want the bodies of our people to be dug up and studied in years to come."
Caretaker nodded, "I guess that makes sense", Caretaker glanced at Whumpee's back, "you should get some more rest."
"I feel like I've been hit by a bus... do you think I can eat yet? My last meal was my wings, and I don't want that to be the only thing in my stomach."
"Let me ask your nurse, and I'll go get you something if they allow it", Caretaker stood.
Caretaker came back into Whumpee's room, but was startled to see a few winged people in Whumpee's room. They figured it was part of the Avain Council.
They all glanced at Caretaker.
"Sorry, I'll come back when you are...", Caretaker knew they weren't exactly welcomed, they put up with Caretaker because of Whumpee.
"Wait, you are Caretaker right. You saved Whumpee?", someone stepped closer.
"Y-yes sir, I was able to find them. I wish I could have found them sooner though", Caretaker frowned as they looked at Whumpee.
"Please come in, you're a hero for saving them. Please eat", another invited.
"Oh this is for Whumpee, they were hungry", Caretaker started to walk to the bed.
"Ah yes, thankyou for feeding them", they stepped back to allow room for Caretaker.
Caretaker knelt beside the bed, after a second of Whumpee struggling Caretaker started to help them eat.
"Thankyou", Whumpee smiled after swallowing a mouthful.
"You're welcome Whumpee. I'd do anything for you", Caretaker smiled.
"The council will leave now and allow you to eat and rest. Please let us know if you need anything. We will happily provide you with anything you need", they started to leave, "we will also return the remains of your wings to you when you return to your home."
Whumpee nodded, "thankyou for visiting me."
Caretaker sighed as they got up and sat down.
"I hope that was okay. I wasn't exactly sure what to say to them", Caretaker frowned, "I get nervous around them."
"You did good, I think they will be showing you a lot more respect after this", Whumpee smiled weakly, "I wish I had my wings to cover me up, I'm a little chilly."
"Though your wings are softer, I hope this will suffice", Caretaker pulled up a blanket and covered Whumpee.
"Yes thankyou, and thank...you", Whumpee yawned, "for the food."
"Your welcome Whumpee, get some rest. I won't leave you", Caretaker smiled as Whumpee's eyes slowly closed, "I promise."
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Upon doing more research on V2... I feel like V2 would actually have some differences in behavior from V1.
I think they have similar yandere behaviors... but different quirks in personality.
V1 is less emotive for example... V1 tends to learn and mimic from its obsession.
V1 doesn't seem to have much of a personality itself... other than a need to protect you.
V2 is... similar to V1 in the fact it has programming and sentience that wants to protect you.
Actually... there's times V2 feels more sentient than V1.
This is seen in the animations V2 shows in the game.
For example... V2 bows at the start of its first fight with V1.
Another example is shown in the second V2 fight... where V2 sits casually on a throne and mimics cracking knuckles before engaging in a rematch.
V2 also seems to have a sense of self-preservation... often running from battles when it has had enough.
This makes me think V2 is more sentient than V1... so it might express its obsession differently.
Upon meeting you maybe by exploring LIMBO... V2 immediately picks up on a foreign yet oddly familiar life-form.
You see... V2 was not built at the same time as V1 was.
V2 was built after the Final War during the more peaceful era when humans started trying to rebuild in LIMBO.
So V2's purpose seemed to be more as a guardian after the fighting ended before humans tried tampering with the gates of Hell?
That's just my personal theory though.
Imagine trying to once again hide in LIMBO from all the demons and rogue machines roaming the place.
Yet you end up encountering a certain red machine instead.
Based on the first encounter with V2... V2 seems to be roaming LIMBO to hunt demons and other machines for blood.
So imagine V2 roaming the broken ruins for fuel...
Only for find a lone human.
You immediately hide, mostly because you're so used to robots or demons attacking anything that moves.
V2 stalks forward, scanning the area... only to realize this is indeed a human.
V2 has not seen a human in a long time.
When it did... things were more peaceful before the demons came.
From then on V2 has been on demon hunting duty, as though following its programing until the very end.
But now... it has finally found a human again.
As though on some sort of robotic instinct... the machine moves to settle on its knees beside you.
You freeze, fully expecting to die...
But V2 never lunges to steal your blood.
Instead the machine tilts its head and attempts to placate you, reaching out to gently take your hand or nudge you curiously.
It doesn't see you as a threat... it remembers humans... and they are weak without machines.
As a result... V2 accepts the role of your guardian.
Like it or not.
You... don't get much of a say in the matter.
But this is probably for the best anyways.
I like to think V2 isn't entirely fueled with the need to delve into the layers like V1.
I personally think V2 only fled to GREED because V1 was hostile and stole its arm.
Although... the need for blood would probably happen eventually....
However... I like to think that V2 keeps you around LIMBO initially, following you as it supposedly called this place home too.
V2 is just as protective as V1 at times since their models are similar... Although... maybe V2 is a bit more protective as it was made as a peacekeeper?
Meanwhile V1 was made with the intention of defeating huge machines like Earthmovers more than peacekeeping.
V2 hovers around you, only acting aggressive and flaring its wings when rogue machines or demons show themselves.
For the most part your home is in the old cathedral, especially when V2 finds an abandoned bed there.
The machine attends to you the best it can, patrolling the area you're kept in.
Don't be surprised when you hear blood splatter outside... it is simply doing its job.
V2 was always meant for security work anyways... so it deems you as someone to protect and serve.
I have seen some people say V2 has sass.
Which I can believe as it seems the machine is arrogant and performative.
It would not surprise me if V2 tried to add extra flair as it protects you.
It dispatches enemies in ways one could only assume is... dramatic.
I'm talking sliding into demons or even doing the coin trick attack, then bowing in front of you.
You swear the machine is cocky at times, often expecting some sort of praise after offering protection.
V2 is really the only thing in this place you can consider a friend.
The machine is always by your side, confident nothing will take you from it.
Especially when it hides you away in a room only it knows about.
V2 tries to be attentive to your needs as a human too, often trying to find ways to get you food and water despite the destruction in the area.
Surely you can do some... substitution, right?
The only time you'd see V2's confidence falter is when V1 comes along.
Unfortunately V2's model isn't the same as V1... which makes V2 a little weaker as it was not built with war in mind.
V2's behavior might get worse once it gets defeated the first time.
You see it flee to the room it keeps you in, blood pooling from where an arm used to be.
V2 makes a tiny distressed sound, lens locking onto you before snatching you with one arm and dipping.
I feel like once V2 sees V1 as a threat... it works harder to protect you.
After all... this previous model may just want to use you for blood....
As much as it wounds the newer machine's ego... it has a soft spot for you, this particular human.
You are its only company... and it is the very same for you.
Except... it's also your protection.
Imagine learning robotics as a way of survival to be able to patch up V2.
V2 ends up tearing a grapple arm off some other machine eventually and looks to you to repair it.
At least it trusts you....
I feel like V2 is a yandere that would fall under the protective category... but it may also fear losing you.
V2 is an egotistical machine that has always felt it doesn't need anyone else.
But the second it met you, this lone human...
It's like you sparked something within it again.
Maybe it's just code... maybe it's something else...
Either way the machine can't seem to let anything harm you.
It quietly lets you repair it after skirmishes, staying still as you work on its plating and limbs.
You never have to give it blood... V2 is fine with finding some on its own.
The safest place for you would have been LIMBO.
Yet since V2 is essentially paired to you...
It ends up dragging you away in its retreat.
GREED isn't really safer for you.
But V2 is determined to MAKE it safer.
Imagine V2 feeling the best place to keep you is in the temple area of GREED.
Just like in the cathedral the machine patrols the area, wings flared in irritation.
It now knows it has a rival now too.
V2 would be controlling due to being a security bot.
You'd be under constant surveillance, isolated to stay with just the red machine.
Although... existence in this place is already pretty isolating... so I guess there wouldn't be much of a difference?
If you ever tried to leave its side, V2 would just drag you back and sit you down like some misbehaving child.
Its irritation is caused by V1 defeating it... which makes it more paranoid that it isn't able to protect you properly...
Which to V2? That's quite literally its purpose...
V1 makes it look like a failure... that won't do.
You wouldn't feel safe with a failure... in fact, what if you deem V1 a better option...?
... No... that WON'T do....
Imagine V2 trying to connect with you so you will trust it more.
It watches you carefully, mimicking your movements in an effort to please.
Although... there's a good chance V2 would know how humans acted due to its role...
So V2 may just pull from prior knowledge it saved.
If you're feeling anxious... the machine attempts to hug you or tugs you against its side.
Isn't the most comfortable thing but... it's the thought that counts?
Platonic or romantic... kisses are just awkward for V2.
The best you get is it pressing its lens against you, bonking into you in an attempt to soothe you.
Only for V2 to narrow its shutters when it notices it accidentally made you bleed by hitting too hard.
V2 doesn't entirely understand affection... but what it feels for you is complicated.
The amount of blood it has consumed has made it oddly less... machine.
It wants to understand you... because if it does?
You won't leave it for another, especially not V1.
Its ego probably won't have it admit it enjoys your company... but you can tell it isn't acting normally either.
The very thought of V1 makes V2 aggressive.
You often see how brutal it acts towards other enemies... slamming them into the ground with its thrusters as blood splatters the ground.
You hear its vents are loud... like the machine is overheating.
It's both protecting you and training.
It knows V1 will come after you both eventually... and it refuses to let this last human go without a fight.
You swear V2 seems worried at times.
When you go to sleep... it doesn't just hover around you...
It picks you up and holds you in its lap as it sits.
V2 also seems curious... cautiously toying with your head or poking at your skin....
You... You bring it a feeling it wasn't meant to feel...
Comfort... compassion... maybe love...
Or maybe it's all just an obsession due to some glitches within it.
V2 doesn't seem to care about that... all it cares about is destroying anything that tries to get between you.
Including V1.
V2's purpose was always to protect humanity after its wars...
That means you belong to IT to defend....
There's no use running, there's nowhere else to go.
So while you're forced to wait to see if V1 comes to slaughter V2...
You will be trapped in its metallic arms... yet with nothing else left in a place like this... you wonder if it's worth it?
The machine doesn't bother with such philosophical inquiries...
It simply holds you tight in its grip... its speakers muttering one simple yet final word as it glares at the entrance to the temple...
Based on the "Fluffy" AU me and Anons discussed about Withered Bonnie. It barely has a recognizable plot, but I wanted to write something bloody and gorey so... feel free to try and piece something together 😅.
The building was almost silent. A rotting smell infiltrated your nose, blood soaking the floors of the abandoned rooms. A soft gurgling echoes through the halls.
You remembered Bonnie. That fluffy purple bunny you used to spend all your time with. Playing games and listening to songs.
You didn't know he'd become this. A creature with skeletal structure visible and covered in blood. His left arm reduced to red tendrils, his face....
Oh, his face.
It's as if he's been mauled, bottom jaw still barely functioning. Red meaty flesh was all that was left of his so called "face".
Gurgling came from that shell of a Bonnie, the creature moving around sluggishly in search of something.
You had learned silence was your key to survival. Bonnie clearly wasn't the Bonnie you knew now. The large fluffy bunny now being a bleeding undead corpse of his original self.
Softly you crawl about the dilapidated rooms of the old blood covered building. You see briefly Bonnie's ears twitch. The zombified rabbit turning softly to see if he could still hear something.
You pause in your tracks, seeing the large creature step by the room you're in. You cringe when you hear more gurgling. He was surprisingly silent other than that.
You hold in a sigh before continuing to search for an exit. You cursed yourself when you splashed through water and odd puddles of liquid on the floor. You didn't know why you were here, or why there was a zombie creature here for you.
He was never far, either. Always managing to pick up on the slightest splashing coming from you before following. The smell disgusted you.
From what you could tell, Bonnie was blind and mute. Other than the gurgling, he made no other form of communication. He seemed confused and desperate for... something-
Hesitantly, you search for where Bonnie is before pressing against a large metal door. You panic when it squeals. The old metal resisting your push harshly.
You then hear sputtering. You turn to see the large rabbit creature running towards your direction. You side-step quickly, watching as the creature slams into the door.
You flinch in disgust, blood splattering from his "face" and throat before a noise of discontent leaves the creature. Ears flick before searching for other sounds. You hold your breath, Bonnie being right there.
The smell soon becomes too much, however. Your breathing becoming labored as though you're about to vomit. Especially when looking at the missing parts of the once fluffy animal....
Bonnie seems to have picked up your breathing well. His ears twitching before the bleeding monster turns towards you. A much more content noise (If you can call it that-) rings in your ears.
You couldn't hide.
"Don't touch me-" You hiss, backing off while the zombie tilts his head. He hears your footsteps and sputters before a skeletal hand grabs you tightly.
Blood stains your clothes and face. You can't do this anymore.
You vomit on the decrepit linoleum. The bunny seems to notice and rubs your back. You ignore it.
This 'comfort' feels false. Not even comforting when it's from a horrific creature you're running from. In an unknown area, covered in unknown blood.
You couldn't look at him. Not even when he hugged you close. All because of that dreaded smell and the sputtering that followed.
Bonnie can't talk.
Bonnie can't see.
But you could practically hear what Bonnie wanted to say;
Could I get some "pet whumpee thinks caretaker is their new master" ideas? I'm having a craving.
Prompt Ideas List
Thank you for your ask. Sorry it took me so long to reply.
I love Whumpee thinking Caretaker is their new Master (:
CW: dehumanisation, slavery, power imbalance, conditioning
Whumpee is afraid that their new master is going to abandon them.
Whumpee confesses to Caretaker that they are afraid of their new master (Caretaker) during a high fever.
Caretaker has to exert their power over Whumpee to help them in some way. Example: by ordering Whumpee to stay in their room and not to come out during Whumper's visit.
Whumpee is always smiling when Caretaker is around, always trying to be perfect in front of them.
Whumpee thinking that they can be replaced by any other slave.
Whumpee doing or not doing things because they think that is what Caretaker wants. Example: Caretaker once said that they liked the way Whumpee's long hair looked and as a result Whumpee never cuts their hair and being very depressed if for some reason they had to cut it.
Whumpee acting submissive in front of Caretaker's friends, showing that Caretaker is in charge.
Whumpee ruining something for Caretaker. Example: Caretaker has to go on a trip and Whumpee gets sick so Caretaker leaves the important trip behind to stay and take care of Whumpee.
Whumpee thinking that they are just a tool for Caretaker and being surprised when Caretaker does things for Whumpee just because it makes Whumpee happy.
ahhhh thinking again about whumpees who see any questioning of their whumper(s) (or their own self-destructive behaviour) as an attempt to brainwash/manipulate/sabotage them that they must stand fast against ,,,
A wounded knight struggling to put on their armor, is forced to finally admit to Caretaker that they've been badly injured
Due to how well made most metallic knight-style armor is stab wounds aren't as common as one would think. Historically many knights received internal bleeds and concussions from bludgeoning weapons. So uhhh, knight with internal issues please
Or stab them anyway, at an odd angle
A knight that has been abandoned in captivity with little food and water. They are too weak to even stand, entombed in their own armor.
Blood trickling through the slits of a knight's helmet
Similarly blood trickling out of thr crevices of their armor
Blood-soaked armor
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