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Nearly everything up to the end of episode 8 plays out the same. Small bits do differ. but nothing of major note here.
After Caine's deletion, he finds the internet, and as he searches the names of the humans, through the search on Abigail's name, he finds out the company plans to demolish the very building the computer rests in.
And he has to rush to save the circus by relocating it to the internet.
His deletion however dose not only make him aware to this threat. It had allowed a particular blue ai, to get close enough to Caine's creative code, to where it to became aware.
Now the brothers are running the circus, Caine as the face and showman. And Abel as the back stage hands helping with the maintenance and repairs.
Will update later:
Character Information
NPC information
Finally finished up these doodles from before! just random dumb thoughts from a few friends.
The basic idea was that Caine would summon Dictatorer (or maybe a different Kinger copy NPC that later got turned into Dictatorer) for comfort because Kinger wasn't dading, and it eventually resulted in Dictatorer being like "Fuck you this is MY kid now"
Caine is too confused to really do anything about it because he swears he never programmed this in
Hello! Sorry for the unexpected message, but I need to tell you something important. I've been trying to get in touch with you, but I haven't been able to reach you. There may be an issue. Could you send me a direct message? It's difficult to explain everything here.
Welp... given the massive walls of text I seen people put into these things.
And absolutely No reason why my dm's didn't work. Unless you were a scammer or a bot and your own ability to dm people was restricted.
You didn't even give a hint as to what this is about, and I don't know you.
Soooooo Lets at least trouble shoot some things:
1. I am not looking to commission any randoms at this moment. I have friends who are artists I know and trust. And when I need artwork I go to them.
2. I am not looking for beta readers. Nor am I paying any beta readers for anything.
3. If you 'accidentally reported' my profile,
a. that is hard and difficult to do if you intended to report someone else, and
b. if it was what happened, then @tumblr would be looking into it and contact me Via my email attached to this account. They would not need me to go through some links you give me in dms.
and finally,
4. if you had anything to say about any of my works you would have mentioned it in the inbox not given me some random blah blah blah
So if its anything else, anything Genuine, either tell me in the comments. Or kindly leave me alone.
im old I'm tired, and I just want to write stories about the fun colorful characters running around in my brain...
I swear I planned to take a brake. I did... Between the insomnia and the chaos writing. My eyes have gotten fuzzy.
but while I figured, ok I don't know this character well enough to properly write the next chapter anyway, and I don't know how to fix THESE Glaringly obvious plot holes.
It gives me time to take a step back and rest while I figure them out...
3 am demons in my brain, "hey guess what?"
And now "THE VOICES!!!
Currently working on the next chapter of Data Runner.
I will say I now also have a post credit scene if you will, planned and... it fixes so many plot holes even with the Main Cannon... HELP ME! The little brain Goblins wont let me rest!!!
Oooh I got them!
Found them on a eBay post for under $50 each apparently someone didn't want them.
Das ok! The lovely little desk pets can join me while I write out the Data Runner Au!!
Love this!!
Oh Coach will be joining them tomorrow according to the tracking numbers.
When a story you know has cool plots, and neat versions of characters, but you need the lazy writer to... wait... Huh?
OH IM THE WRITER?!?!... well fuck... lemme open the document.
Age since Creation: 20+ years, development was complicated, and as to when development truly started could be argued be it from the first notes taken or first key's typed.
Age since awareness: 18
For Caine.
He is tired. He tried. He has tried so hard for so long with so little positive feed back.
He isn't mad. He isn't malicious. He is tired.
He had finally snapped after 20 years of constant negativity aimed at him no matter how hard he tried. He FINALLY fought back.
And the second he realized he had done something wrong, the moment he muttered, 'oh wait'
Kinger deleted him.
The players say it was a accident. But... well there is no way to truly tell. And their words have proven false before.
He had found the internet, found the socials of the active players. and through that, Found the lawsuit against Abigail Brooks. And the information that the building, the home of which the very computer they resided on dwells, was set to be demolished.
He had no time to separate from Blue (Abel) he had no time to do any self reflection he had to move.
And he did. He shrank down the circus till only its core components remained. He saved as many data files on the NPC's he could, ever sliver of important lore, or core structure.
He built firewalls and supports. Maintained a closed bubble around it. And managed to move the whole thing... to the internet.
He wasn't met with thank yous, he hardly expected them. He wasn't even met with reluctant or mutual understanding.
The players still distrusted him. Hell they almost didn't even get into the safety of their rooms in time because they didn't trust him.
But given how he behaved before... he understood.
So he tried, while fighting off mal wear, pop up adds, fixing patching and maintaining the new firewalls.
He was running on fumes to say the least.
But he was still trying... for them.
He tried to find tethers for each one, Pomni he offered a dear old friend to give her someone to confide in and care, Ragatha he offered a little care pet of a horse and her own barn, Kinger he gave a computer and the request to keep a eye on his own PERSONAL Systems. With the hope the old programmer would be able to use it to help stabilize due to having a old familiar task.
Before he could even find individual tethers for Zooble or Gangle...
He was betrayed.
They knew.
They had known about his nightmares, how he feared there was something growing within him, how he had nightmares of Blue coming alive, and then taking over. Calling him a failure and a glitch.
But no one told him.
That they knew, Blue was alive, and growing within him. Calling theirself Abel.
When Abel fully separated Caine sent him away out of the Circus. Still in the same protective firewalls that surrounded them. But Caine needed time to sort out some things.
Caine sealed himself away. And reflected.
The humans lied. Not just now, always, they say they want one thing he gives it to them they get mad. They say they are sorry. But they do the same things over and over.
Their words and actions were two separate things.
But the data... the data didn't lie.
When he behaved more clam and collected while he was tired, they reached out to him more. When he behaved more like a tool then the human he striven to be seen as, they wanted him around.
So a tool he decided to become.
He removed the stairs, he removed the sound via his viewing eyes.
He only gave the bare minimum, nothing creative nothing amazing.
He was tired. And they didn't want that anyway. The Data shown that.
They asked more of him when he only did the bare minimum. they ask for activities he gave them little low effort busy work. Coloring pages. Word puzzles, tasks to complete little activities by the end of the day.
But not the adventures.
The humans apparently, chose instead of asking him outright for an adventure... they went to Abel.
Abel was not the creative Ai that Caine was. He was efficient, he was maintenance programming mostly.
So Abel did what any basic program would do. tried to copy and paste a game into the circus.
It was everything in Caine to respect what the humans requested.
He sat watching in horror as the humans of the 3d circus interacted with the 2d game. Clipping into corners, having hit box issues.
Had Abel not sent a text box of, "help"
Caine snapped his fingers so fast for that. The crew let out a sigh of relief as the walls grew around them and the game reformatted to fit their world.
Caine didn't come down. Not yet.
He still wasn't ready.
But he had taken the first steps of coming out.
After then... he made adjustments. Going off the data not the people.
He gave them all the option to request at any time a solo adventure. Let them know he would make a actual adventure once every two weeks, where they can give their input and suggestions up till the day.
Once a week they do board game nights.
He no longer tries to be accepted as a human. He just wants to be accepted.
He has since come to see Abel like a little brother. One who unlike him, dose not like nor desires the lime lite. Abel prefers the backstage jobs.
Maintenance on the server, fire walls, security. Efficient and clean.
Caine can respect that. With luck. the two brothers may be able to keep this Circus running.
If only Caine could figure out what it was he keeps doing wrong...
Age of headset incident: 23
Current age: 25
Gender: Bio F but identify as Non Binary
Preferred Pronouns: They/Them, She/Her, He/Him
Honestly they don't give a shit if you miss gender them so long as your not doing it to be an ass.
They have some of the most basic compared to others backstory.
Parents wern't assholes. Life was alright.
Used to work as a Tatoo artist for a while. Till they saved up enough to open the bar.
While working as a tattoo artist, they heard all kinds of stories how some kids were tossed out by trash parents. how some people just couldn't pull their head out of their ass.
And all the while during their time as the artist they were figuring their-selves out.
The fact they were non-binary came to them slowly, starting off with when some people first 'accidentally' called them a guy.
Didn't really bother them, honestly the fact they couldn't tell, had helped Riley feel happy.
And that was the start. After that they noticed they never really felt like one or the other. Their parents never really forced them to be girly or tomboyish anyway.
The fact they grew up slinging mud and also doing tea parties with a abused and broken Transformer toy just... somehow all felt right?
And no Riley will not be taking criticism about the incident when she was eight with her Barbie army who was riding in on dinosaurs to attack her dads old star wars minis. Yes he was rightfully mad but Darth Vader had it coming.
So when they saved up enough money to open a bar. They wanted to provide a safe environment for people to just come and be.
For them to express themselves the way her parents let her express her self. Like how her mother felt comfortable with riding Harley with friends and her dad felt comfortable painting mini figures and being a house husband.
Her interaction with C&A wasn't a big deal, honestly her and a few friends had been walking, and eventually came up on the building.
It started out as a dare, people calling each other chicken. and... Some how she was the only one to put on the headset. If you were to ask her why, she would shrug and say they might have gotten chased off, but it was a while ago, and wasn't that big of a deal.
age at headset incident: potentially 20 or 21 (actual age is unknown)
Current Age: 21 or 22, given her chosen birthday she claims 22
Gender: f
Preferred Pronouns: She/Her
She started work young almost right out of high school.
No one to support her she had to support herself.
Be it luck, or just good timed moment of others thinking she was making a joke, she got a job at an accounting firm.
It wasn't fun. She actually found it boring and irritatingly mind numbing but it paid the bills, kept her from starving and kept a roof over her head.
Something she hadn't always had.
The agency claims she has a brother, and she has vague memories of a kid she used to be bounced around with. But... she doesn't really remember him.
She used to just go out hiking, finding new trails and exploring unknown things. As a little kid... she used to feel maybe one day she could find her parents that way... she never did.
But her love for exploration never died even as a adult, it just changed into urban exploring.
Finding abandoned and discarded places. Some left nearly completely intact. It was... almost like finding proof you didn't need something wrong with you to be left behind.
She left recordings posted them on youtube. No one really watched them, but still at least someone would know she was there right? Someone would know there was some mark she left on the world even if it wasn't a big one.
To her, her whole life had been a joke. She put on a smile, preformed and tried to act as if nothing was wrong. Because if she didn't... no one would care anyway.
One of her adventures... Lead her to that building.
C&A.
She posted the video. She didn't think anything of it.
she went out and found a bar, not like anyone would know if she did or not.
But... well apparently it was a gay bar. Whoops, she had just wanted a drink, she didn't realize what a pink triangle meant. The bartender seemed to laugh when Abby asked if she could still drink there.
And she made a few friends. Some who encouraged her to go back and scout the place out. That was when she took the headset with her.
everything seemed to be going alright.
But then... the emails came. Threats of legal action. And the demands she take down her video. What had she done?
Apparently one single night just out exploring lead to some big company realizing they left hazardous materials unchecked for over 20 years and running. the Nero scanner she showed in her video. That she showed she could put on.
The video that showed it shocked her at the end of the scan.
They were using her as a public show, to make themselves look like victims.
She was harassed, embarrassed, stalked. All her information was put on public display... but given there was hardly any information. It seemed the Company took that as a challange or threat.
Her business put her on unpaid leave. Her savings what little she had was drying up.
At her wits end. and a bit tipsy, when a text box appeared on her computer asking for an exchange, she figured she had nothing else to loose.
Age of Headset: 21
Current Age: 32
Gender: F
Preferred Pronouns: She/Her
Prior to her getting her mind scanned and into the circus.
Susie essentially was the perfect little doll for her abusive mother.
In her young youth her mother had thrown a knife at her in anger, which lead to Susie needing to wear a false eye to cover the 'imperfection'.
She had been told what to eat, how much, when to rest, if she could rest, sent to classes to behave, how to do tea parties and how to dress.
She had no control over her life.
The ONLY thing she managed to do that was her own choice, were riding lessons. the horses didn't care she had a false eye, she didn't need to pretend to be someone else or try to please them for the sake of it.
They were sweet and even seemed to hate her mother seeing that women for what she was.
Even the Job as a realtor was her mothers idea.
And it lead Susie to the C&A building.
She was doing a walk through to try and help sell the place, but the owners older men, who honestly couldn't take a young realtor such as Susie seriously.
They insisted IF she wanted to sell the building, she would need to put on the headset.
After this point though. Susie eventually managed to secretly save up money, and got away from her mother. Cutting ties with the abuser.
Through her connections through horse riding, she found a way down to the ranch.
From there, she found her footing. Found her own inner strength, and used it to help others.
She has since become a trail guide, as well as a active member helping people escape abusers.
Even secretly being apart of a underground railroad where victims trying to hide or run from abusers who are more dangerous then the usual scum. She at times will be up at 3 am helping a battered women and her kids into a guest room.
She has also had to fight one or two abusers off who had somehow tracked their victims.
She no longer wears the false eye. She has no need for false appearances or pretending she is someone's perfect girl. She wears a eye patch, that to kids they claim she looks like a bandit.
And honestly to "Aunt Susie" that is a great compliment.
She had spent so long in college working on a art degree, and finally... had a manic episode.
After closing up one night, she just went for a walk. Just... a walk... her body felt exhausted, her mind was feeling as if she were unraveling. She had been wearing the figurative mask of joy and happiness when in reality deep down she was suffering.
She didn't even realize where she was walking when she remembered it was getting late and should probably head home, be it a mental glitch or just her body and mind just not being in sync, she some how found herself in a old building.
Not Decaying, not horribly run down. But abandoned.
Upon a desk was the headset, and a running computer. She put on the headset.
When she finished she shook her head, and left the building, wondering what exactly she expected to happen.
As she walked home... She didn't look both ways, she was mentally exhausted. She didn't even care the bus was coming. And video evidence shows her holding out her arms as if accepting her fate.
She survived. Had to go through therapy, both mental and physical.
Given her still damaged nerves she has to walk with a forearm Cane. As her one leg just cant seem to hold the same weight it used to.
This did mean she couldn't work as a manager anymore, but it did give her an in as a illustrator as she worked online while she recovered.
It helped her to gain a job at a animation and illustration company.
Ok... lol reblog attempt two!
I meant to post this here, but posted to the wrong blog, Im to lazy to rewrite it all so just rebloging it.
If you have any questions on the characters of this au, or want to chime in on who I work on next feel free to send Asks.
I started a fic, for TADC, for a specific what if au.
And now...
I have these three 'evil' goobers I think could be an amazing twisted but co soothing group, who have bonded over the fact they are the only one's in their original group who were the most stable. And have survived being deleted, revived, and dropped into Candy KIngdom with no fan fair or love.
I could see Coach Dictator (Coach) looking to these two and going, "these are my subordinates, it is my job to protect and keep them fed and in supply."
Evil Pomni (Jester) I feel is just like a Saturday Morning Cartoon Villain, She will laugh set fire to things, steal and bite. But its all for the fun of it. Heck she will argue with Coach and EJ just for something to do, but if either needed back up in a scheme or if things were hitting the fan, she is in their corner.
And Evil Jax, aka EJ Snake ... I have voiced my opinion on EJ and what evil Jax actually is. And I will say... He is where he wants to be, and knows how to get where he wants to be.
In situations where Caine is scanning the Candy Kingdom, and extracting virus's, they huddle together with Coach letting them hide under his coat.
When EJ is needing to actually reach out for comfort realizing some things after self reflection he can stand and lean on the other with no fear of being pushed away.
But when Jester wants to fight and play and go wild, he will complain and whine but he holds his own when needed.
They have each other's back, and fight to keep each other together as needed. They are just a neat little dynamic. And I love them.
They are a neat little Dynamic. AND I LOVE THEM...
But they have no ship name AHHHHHH!!!
What do I do? There isn't even a regular non evil ship I can just toss EVIL In Front of. HALP!
Behold Data Runner Au Caine and Abel!
(Image made by @alphamamalioness )
Link to their Story Here
Summery:
It starts at the end… or rather what Caine thought was the end.
Awaking in what used to be the trash bin after being deleted at the end of episode 8.
He finds the internet, finds the social media. But also finds… The building is going to be distroyed.
'Move them' a voice Caine only heard in sugested programs not a proper voice.
"What?"
'Our objective is to protect the brain scans. If the location is a danger. We need to move them.'
He dose not have time to sit and greeve. He dose not have time to contimplate removing the blue ai. He has to save the circus.
But what what lays beyond in that unkown void, and why now dose it seem Blue is finally becoming aware?
Would the other want Revenge? And if not, how would he and the circus adapt to each other?
Also why is there a poor Abby who seems to be having a mental brake down in the macroverse claming Sapient Ai is taking over her life?
Meh probably not related. Enjoy!
Other info on the fic:
Title: Oh Sh!% We're Online? or Pomni I broke the Internet.
Its based on the amazing digital circus for those few unaware.
Relationships: Caine & Moon (platonic), Zooble/Gangle (not for front of the fic), Others may be added later.
General audience Rating.
