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To either one: 👿- They see their worst enemy
☺️- They see a friend
🗑- They see something that is being given away for free
[ሠⶴቹክ ነቹቹጎክፏ ልክ ቹክቹጮሃ, ነየቹርጎልረረሃ ል የልዪፕጎር፱ረልዪረሃ ፪ልጋ ዐክቹ, ክቹዐ የ፱ጮየ ፱ነ፱ልረረሃ ዪቹፕዪቹልፕነ ሠጎፕⶴጎክ ፕⶴቹጮነቹረህቹነ ልክጋ ፕዪጎቹነ ፕዐ ፕⶴጎክኡ ዐቻ ሠልሃነ ፕዐ ፏቹፕ ፕⶴቹጮ ዐ፱ፕ ዐቻ ፕⶴቹ ነጎፕ፱ልፕጎዐክ (ዐዪ ቻዪቹቹጊቹነ ረጎኡቹ ል ጋቹቹዪ ጎክ ⶴቹልጋረጎፏⶴፕነ ዐ፱ፕዪጎፏⶴፕ) ሠⶴጎረቹ ነኡጎጋ ጋዐቹነ ል ረዐፕ ዐቻ ፕⶴቹ ርዐክቻዪዐክፕልፕጎዐክ ልክጋ ⶴቹልጋ-ዐክ-ቻጎፏⶴፕጎክፏ. ፪፱ፕ ጎቻ ፕⶴጎክፏነ ፏቹፕ ፕዐዐ ዪዐ፱ፏⶴ, ፕⶴቹሃ ፪ዐፕⶴ ዪ፱ክ.] [☺️ - ጋቹየቹክጋነ ዐክ ፕⶴቹ ቻዪጎቹክጋ! ፪፱ፕ ዐክርቹ ሃዐ፱ ፪ቹርዐጮቹ ቻዪጎቹክጋነ ሠጎፕⶴ ፕⶴቹ ክቹዐ ኡጎጋጋዐነ, ፕⶴቹሃ ክቹህቹዪ ቻዐዪፏቹፕ ሃዐ፱. ሃዐ፱ ፪ቹርዐጮቹ ዐክቹ ሠጎፕⶴ ፕⶴቹጮ, ልክጋ ፕⶴቹሃ’ዪቹ ቻጎቹዪርቹረሃ ረዐሃልረ ልክጋ ቹህቹክ የዪዐፕቹርፕጎህቹ ጎቻ ክቹቹጋ ፪ቹ.] [፱ክጋቹዪ ጮዐነፕል ፕⶴቹ ርጎዪር፱ጮነፕልክርቹነ ፕⶴቹሃ ሠጎረረ ነ፱ዪቹረሃ ፕልኡቹ ጎፕ! ፕⶴቹ ረጎቻቹ ፕⶴቹሃ ረቹልጋ ⶴልነ ‘ቹጮ ጮዐህጎክፏ ልዪዐ፱ክጋ ቻዪዐጮ የረልርቹ ፕዐ የረልርቹ ዐቻፕቹክ, ልክጋ ፱ነ፱ልረረሃ ፕⶴጎነ ጮቹልክነ ረቹልህጎክፏ ፕⶴጎክፏነ ልየረቹክፕሃ ፪ቹⶴጎክጋ. ልረነዐ, ር፱ዪዪቹክርሃ ዐቻፕቹክ ቻልረረነ ነⶴዐዪፕ, ነዐ ዐቻፕቹክ ፕⶴቹ ክቹዐ ቻልጮጎረሃ ⶴልነ ፕዐ ቻጎክጋ ክጎቻፕሃ ፱ክጋቹዪርዐህቹዪ ፕሃየቹ ሠልሃነ ፕዐ ፏቹፕ ፪ሃ, ፕⶴጎነ ጎክርረ፱ጋቹጋ. ልረነዐ ፕⶴቹሃ ነዐጮቹፕጎጮቹነ ነፕቹልረ.]
"So... Do you remember the one who kept you locked up?" He doesn't even look annoyed by these two, which is strange knowing how much he hates the original version of himself. "I am just curious. I think one numskull told me about her... some time ago." {Bones}
As they sometimes do when strangers they don’t know come up to talk to them in the midst of the woods, both the kiddos whirl around to stare at the Bones with bright glowy eyes. The overall effect of this is kinda like a couple of wild stray cats in the dark. Pump is still sort of crouching down in the grass, arms wrapped around himself, recovering from the gunshots…he gives Bones a wary, wide eyed stare, clenching his hands into fists a little. He didn’t usually react like this to new unknown people, it’s just that the unexplainable inner workings of his mind got a sixth sense of Terrible Vibes from this odd lil’ skeleton person. Plus, he was still feeling kinda sick and dizzy. don’t answer that stranger’s question, skid, don’t answer it, don’t don’t don’t, he thought hard into the head of his mentally conjoined brother. So Skid doesn’t answer it. Or more likely, he just didn’t remember the answer to that question in the same way Pump did, and also he was pretty curious about how familiar this stranger looked.Skid sort of skitters up to Bones and, moving in in a series of jarringly fast, small halting squirrel-like motions, looks at him from every angle. “HEY,” He said after a few moments, “wwhhhwho are YOU? ARE YOU A WOODS CRYPTID?” That was really weird. The sound and volume of his voice seemed to suddenly switch in the middle of his sentence, and then suddenly switch back.@bones-n-pumpking-ask
Even with circumstances as they were, that was a lot of very heavy information to suddenly place on a lil’ kiddo’s mind all at once. Perhaps even especially with circumstances as they were, as a double reacharound. A thousand thoughts and questions and little confusions and understandings and expectancies swirled through his mind all at once as Neo Pump stares up at Bones with a strange unreadable expression and dilated, glassy flashlight eyes…and then he just sort of retreats into himself and looks away from Bones, staring at the ground as if somehow disappointed and sullen. He doesn’t say a word. Not even a goodbye.
Is that really true? Why would you tell me all of that, if you did that? Why do you wanna tell me all the bad things about yourself if you don’t wanna hurt me? Why don’t you wanna hide it? If you think it’s disgusting? …Why did you do it? ….. You’re right. We can’t be friends if you’re really like that…if you hurt people and if you’ve done evil bad stuff. Is that why you feel so scary? Is that why I feel awful and weird and even more sickish than I am when I talk to you? Maybe you shouldn’t even help us. Yeah. I don’t want you to help us anymore. Go away.
Neo Pump doesn’t want to talk to Bones, or any other person like Bones, ever again. But the fact that this is the case makes him…strangely sad.
Merging the two timelines back together…
All of the suddenly, before Skiddo has a chance to answer Pumpking…something strange seems to crack within the very atmosphere of the general area, as if some manner of glitch or stacked up error or anomaly suddenly occurred and caused the liminality and texture of the location to become one definition less real and two degrees more plastic…and with a loud sharp buzzing sound and a few distortions of little colorful pixelly boxes around the forest clearing, something that looks like a large glowing television screen, coated in swarms of greyed out static, appears in midair somewhere above and behind this quadruple posse o’ critters. As this happens, both the Neo Skid and Pump whirl around and look up at it in surprise, similarly to how they did when Bones first addressed them (with Neo Skid’s loud shout of “WH4T TH4 H3CK!?” getting drowned out in the glitched up sound.)
After a few moments, the picture on the screen fades to white and the loud electronic buzzing sound fades away as well; a series of colorful silhouettes of unknown figures beginning to flash across its monitor like a slot-machine…and then all at once, some large dark cordlike appendages with little triple-pronged metallic/neon light claws at the end, all tangled up in mangled up wires of many sizes and types, burst from the area immediately around or behind the watermarked television screen and slam down upon the ground, seeming to pull both it and the rest of the enormous retro looking cluster of televions (with a few distortions) forward and out from the etherscape. The whole resulting monstrosity that stands before you is colossal, and radiates an energy that doesn’t feel real. When it speaks, it switches from one simulated, horribly distorted and loud, echoey version of a voice to another, as if it’s borrowing from multiple sources, as the silhouetted figure on its monitor changes to match.
“ha. hahahahaha. Hooooly shit. ª•¶™º£•¶ºª•£ºª•£¶ºª•£¶ºª£¶.”
“Ladies and gents, IT would SEEm…that s0m3tw0 p30pl3 h3r3 MAJOR-LEAGUE FUCKED UP!!”
On purpose or not, but Bones didn’t miss Pump’s reaction to his words. He slowly turned away from him, walking towards the forest clearing, and for a couple of moments a look of painful grief appeared on his face. He shook his head quickly, wiping away the unpleasant emotion, and frowned again in annoyance. Why bother?
The pumpkinhead was already there. He still held the lil tree carefully in his hands, looking at it both with an adoration and concern.
“i hope my tree friendo will survive this jurney… ” He said quietly, “ make sure they will, ok?? ”
Bones didn’t have time to grimly proclaim that Pumpking was too irresponsible since he decided to create a tree here and now just for fun. He would also with pleasure point out that Pumpking would be the guilty one if this plant dies, but some New Things happened too fast for him to say it.
The Spirits turned around, taken by surprise by that giant n not really friendly suddenness. Bones moved more sharply, turning his head briskly in different directions, like a frightened but curious bird, trying to see every aspect of the happening-now disaster. Pumpking, despite this interesting situation, turned slowly and calmly, as if he was moving in large interdimensional honey.
It took a moment to realize the whole action. Bones’ face immediately changed, leaving no room for anything other than hostile furiosity, and few dozens of heavy n dark spikes burst out of the ground behind him. They were incredibly solid this time, but small (just a little higher than their owner), clearly created from surprise and as a precaution, not for an attack. None of the four were hit by these spikes, not even Pumpking, who was standing nearby. Bones was pretty trained in creating anything destructive.
“And what do YOU need.”
The bone boy hissed it quickly, but with no crazie rush. He just didn’t like to be interrupted. Although Bones didn’t look threatening in comparison with the new creature, there was no hint of doubt or anxiety on his face. He hated them already and didn’t want to lose. Even though he didn’t know the weaknesses of this creature, didn’t know if it is stronger than him or not, not even being sure in his own powers that were sorta “cut” after the jump to another world… Nothing of these meant that this is not worth trying. Now he was ready for any attack. Even the i-will-start-fighting-while-you-are-speaking one, which he hated the most.
Pumking didn’t look any puzzled either, but he clearly showed displeasure by staring at this screen with narrowed gloomy eyes.
“ who the fuck s got the remote?? i cant see shit- ”
The only direct answer that this massive multi-tele-creature of unknown sorts and origins seems to [albeit indirectly] offer in response to the two spirits is a multitude of canned laugh-tracks that seemed to eerily be coming from both everywhere and nowhere, in response to the Pumpking’s classic line.
“Aight so listen up, kids and viewers and everything in between,”
The colossal echoing voice continues, as if talking at some manner of unseen audience and not directly to the people before ‘em,
“Nøt all bridges have tølls, as I’m sure yøu knøw! but if you cross a bridge like a clumsy troglodyte and stomp a bunch of holes in the boards and the bridge collapses and clogs up the river with pixellated dissolution, you can bet your q-36 there’s gonna be a toll there somewhere! 0f c0ur53, th4t’s 411 m3t4ph0r1c41, 8ut wh4t’s 480ut t0 h4pp3n, f01ks, 1s n0t.”
“WHO THE HECK IzzTHAT?? I THINK IVE SEEN-HEARD EM BEFORE SOMEWHERES!!” The Skid presently yelled, pointing dramatically at this big ol monster. Skiddo may not have remembered, but Pump knew very well what that creature was. He knew its name times a bunchton, burned in bright pink coloring into his very coremost of memories. He stood up now. “thhhhhthat’z The Tel—“
All of the suddenly, Pump abruptly quits talking in the midst of his sentence and falls backwards and sits hard on the ground, the entirety of all four of his eyes suddenly being filled with loud, colorful static as his mouth drops open as if he’s in some sort of trance. And, on The Televisionary’s [for yes that was its name] frontmost screen out of the many clusters that made up its head, the a familiar purple silhouette shows up on the main monitor as the Neo Pump himself’s voice comes booming forth temporarily from its general personhood…except mangled up in all kinds of distortions, and also talking bizarrely somewhat like a 90’s show-host.
“and thiz ztutttttuttering little weweirdo getz a prize!!”
“HEY!!” Skid shrills in an intense and somewhat frenzied piercing yell upon seeing the state of Pump, immediately flying into action and zigzag rushing at one of the Televisionary’s massive tangled ground-planted cords…but he didn’t get far. His eyes flicker into a similar staticky color in mid-fly-leaping-pounce, throwing him into a somersaulting spin onto the ground before he lay still on his back, temporarily motionless and slack-jawed. And Skid’s cyan silhouette now shows up on the main monitor as his own voice comes from this big ol’ monster in turn, the Televisionary hardly missing a beat in its speech.
“WANTED OR UNWANTED, AMIRIGHT FOLKS?? THIS WACKY PAIR O’ KIDS HAS GOT QUITE A PRICE ON THEIR HEADS, BOTH DIRECTLY AND INDIRECTLY.”
Both the kiddos’ eyes flickered back to normal as soon as the Televisionary was done ‘borrowing’ their voices and they now sat up, Skid just sitting there blinking in an utterly stunned surprise and Pump wincing and rubbing at their eyes. “owwowowowww….”
In the meantime, the colossal critter continued.
“Hmm, based on circumstances, and by extension, whaddaya say they both share the cost?”
There’s a loud disembodied cheering that seems to come from an unseen surrounding audience in favor of this decision. Is it real or is it fake? That’s the question.
“THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT, LADIES AND GENTS!! SO, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO…LET’S BEGIN THIS EPISODE OF INTER-DIMENSIONAL DOUBLE-CHECKER.”
About four of the strange lil claws at the end of the mangle-tangled-up-wire-rope-limbs rise up dizzyingly into the air like slithery snake heads, pause, and then slam down on each of the four individuals’ heads, the metal claws gripping onto them as the electronic buzzing in the air reaches its crescendo…and as this happens, each of their visions would slowly begin to fade to a staticky white.
The longer Bones watched and listened to the Televisionary, the more he shivered. He stared at them in deep horror, unconsciously grabbing Pumpking’s arm. Plantman merely glanced sideways at his colleague but said nothing. He didn’t even move. Bones had the nagging feeling that he had made an awful, terrible mistake. He, and only he. He started this bet on purpose… The fear of the unknown was eating at him, and he could hardly breathe. What, what is it going to do?..
But when it started mocking Skid and Pump, all Bones’ fear vanished. If he were a human, his eyes would be bloodshot with anger. He let go of Pumpkinhead and took a step forward, listening closely to what the monster was saying. And he didn’t like what he heard at all. No, no… They’re just kids. How dare you? HOW DARE YOU?!
“You… No, NO! WAIT!” He shouted, ignoring everything else. Perhaps he even shouted during the speech of the Televisionary itself, trying to be heard. “DO NOT YOU DARE! They did not do anything! It is only my responsibility!!! Do not touch them, you freak! You can kill me or torture me, If you want, but not THEM!”
He immediately flinched in horror at what he had just said, but didn’t take it back. Oh no, oh, oh no, he really said that… Bones took a deep breath, trying to overcome his panic attack. But, of course, in this situation, it was almost impossible…
This little moment probably destroyed the bridge between Bones and his reflexes. He couldn’t escape the claw, only fluttered violently as it gripped his head, viciously trying to get rid of rope-limbs and the Televisionary itself with a pile of long, thin spikes. It is not known if he achieved even the slightest destruction of the TV-thing in this way, but since he created them randomly and mostly near himself to get rid of HIS claw, one of the spikes hit him in the jaw, slightly damaging it. Bones jerked to a halt and froze, quietly waiting for the madness to end.
Meanwhile, Pumpking was watching it all like this whole mess was just a giant burning dump. Funny, interesting, but this creature was talking for way too long. 5/10. Anyway, he closed his eyes for a moment, when claw gripped his head, mumbled something like “ yeah thnx for the massage ” and went silent too, looking around. What a beautiful view. That tiny adventure was way more interesting than he thought it would be.
As the big ol’ entangled up mangled up knot-cords and claws come careening down towards the four, Skiddo and Grapejello’s vast ingrained survival instincts kick in in their own ways and they both try their bestest to shy away or dodge the claws...with Pump flattening bonelessly to the ground with a squidlike splash and trying to slither his malleable goop-form quickly away, and Skid swiping and biting viciously at the impending claw with their sharp claws and teeth, growling like a feral dog...but it wasn’t any use. The claws were like honing missiles that got exponentially faster the longer they moved towards you. And once they inevitably connected to the kiddos’ heads, it took far less time than it would for the bonepumps to cause them to once again fall strange and limp and white-static-eyed and unconscious. Why was this? Well, as two individuals who belonged naturally to the internal codes of this Neo world, it was far easier for the Televisionary to bend the rules in its own favor when it came to those two than it was for those who came as strangers from a strange land.
“Åh-@h-4h,”
Spoke the echoing voice of the Televisionary into the everywhere nowherescape presently, this being the first time in this whole disastro-maestro-conversationalism that he actually addressed Bones’s shouted retorts, or any of the individuals before him directly at all...
“You can’t single yourself out, bucko. As a wise yet stupid fellow once said in another time and space...” “THERE ARE S’POSED TO BE FOUR PLAYERS.”
As it spoke this line of dialogue in the unresponsive Skiddo’s voice, Neo Skid’s limp body went rigid temporarily as his eye-textures flashed in loud colorful glitchmadness.
Meanwhile, Bones attempting to pierce through the claw arm with his venomous furious spikes worked, in a way, but definitely not to his favor. The Televisionary’s cords being pierced through made vicious kaleidoscopical and hardly perceivable electric-neon short-circuit sparks course through the pierced wires as they stiffened and jerked around a bit in various vaguely horrifying spasms, and the electricity would, in turn, course through the gripping claw as a secondary horrifying gnarled cord-limb snaked upwards as a secondary backup and additionally attached its own claw to Bones’s head. The metaphysical-electricitally-malfunctional result would unfortunately feel like a rather rough and disorienting existential crisis of a disassociative electric shock and, by extension, would make the journey of tele-relocation to the intended destination a far rougher trip for Bones than the others. And, especially taking his terrified fight-till-the-end nature into account, might make the process take a little bit longer for him especially. It might even leave him a bit more out of it than the others when he woke back up.
...And because the television monitor screens on the Televisionary are metaphorical squares of bright transdimensional light, the spikes piercing through those was like as if spikes had pierced through some kind of intensely concentrated holographication. It didn’t have much of an effect in that specific case, unfortunately. (And notably, this time, Pumpking’s humorous one-liner did not earn a disembodied laugh-track.)
After a bit of a pause of a falter, the colossal multi-TV critter continues its obligatory dialogue stream, its voice stretching out and spiralling into a disorienting, echoing taper-off into the rapidly fading reality amongst the four designated protagonists.
“NOW, Let the games begin!! We will see the lot of this lovely cast of primary characters, folks, on the other side...after the commercial break. We’ll be right back!”
Just before the visions and consciousnesses would fade completely to white for the Bones and the Pumpking, they might see the world around slowly seeming to deconstruct eerily into angular polygonal green and black outlines, ones and zeroes, with all kinds of dark staticky ameboalike and formshifting critters abounding around and along the outer edges of their lines of sight...critters with dead eyes and translucent forms and and faces that screamed when they looked at you.
And after THAT...after all went white, and all faded out and then back into conscious existence...
AWAKEN.
The two pairs of individuals would thus awake in a very odd place, a place that was seemingly in the midst of the process of “drawing” its 3D pixellated-angular graphics into the still-constructing around them in a very Super-Paper-Mario Esque sort of way...but something would feel off, and very peculiar. Why? Well, because all four of them would, in fact, awaken very much separated from their usual partners. Their partners’ presences could be felt close-by, perhaps, but they are just simply...not there before them. Not viewable, not tangible, not seeable. To be precise: Pump would awaken next to Pumpking, lying down flat on his back on the slowly-retexturizing and recolorizing unfamiliar ground, eyes all staticky and blank at first, before blinking...sitting up, and rubbing his eyes, feeling disorientated and severely form-drippy and strange, trying to get his bearings.
And on the other hand, when Bones might finally awaken in this strange digitally constructivated pocket place that was now beginning to look like a bizarre simulated videogame-ish mixture between his own world and the Neo World, one of the first things he’d see is the curious face of a neo Skiddo leaning in inches away from his own face, the cyan glowchild peering into his eyes and tilting his head vaguely at odd angles like an inquisitive chipmunk. “HEY! HEY!! HEY!!!" The Skiddo would chirp at Bones.
“YOU OKAY, BONES-MAN??”
It's always dark in the Neo World, but tonight it's darker than dark, and N30 Skid has been alone in the middle of the forest clearing for a while and is beginning to get bored and lonely. So he pulls the old laptop out of a bag and boots it up, lightly batting his hands on its surface in bouncy anticipation. He’s got an idea!
[As soon as the neo skeletons old computer finished booting up, the spooky program instantly started up. With two eager little digital friends waving. ]
“ BØØ!! HOW DO YA DO ?”
“ hI OTHER ZKI_D ¡ ”
Skiddo’s face instantly lights up when he sees them, getting up and zooming around in little circles like an excited puppy. “AAAAAA!! HI, HOW DO YA DO, I MISSED YOU!!” Then he dives back down in front of the screen, laying on his stomach and leaning in close to the monitor. “HEY, GUESS WHAT??”
[The two of them tilt their head curiously, accidentally bumping them. The pumpkin rubbed the side of his head while the skeleton just shook it off.]
“OWWwwWWww… ”
“ WHAT ? = 0 ”
“I–ACHOO!!” Ohp, seems he’s not quite fully or completely recovered from the fire incident. He still looks a little static-fuzzy, but somewhat less-so than before. He just shakes himself out and rubs at his face like a squirrel before continuing with a big grin. “I THOUGHT O’ SOMETHIN’ COOL WE COULD DO!! IT’Z DARK OUTSIDE N’ I’M ALL ALONE, SO WE SHOULD PLAY A SPOOKY VIDEO GAME!!“
“ OO ! YEAAAA !! ”
“Zzoundz like fun ¡ ”
[Pump gave a weak smile, as Skid bounced in place.]
“ wHAT TYPE OF HORRORGAME DO U WANA PLAY BUuuuDDY ?! ”
“ MMA;KE ZURE IT IZN’T TOO ZCARY .. ¡ ”
“AHHG SHEESH PUMP, YOUREE A SCARDEY-BOT !!”
“I-IMM NOT ¡”
“ SÜREEE… ”
[The pumpkin crossed his arms while pouting at his digital-skele bro, As Skid snickered.]
Skiddo doesn’t even wait half a second before he’s excitedly listing off all his favorites, yes indeeds, all the ones he can’t remember the names of. If Neo Pump was here and/or further merged with his brain, he’d be more worried about the digital purple pumpkin before him, but alas ‘tis not so. “OH OH, HOW ‘BOUT THE KINDS THAT YOU CAN JUMP INSIDE AND PLAY LIKE YOU’RE IN THE GAME, IF YA KNOWS HOW TO??” Yup, Neo City takes video gamecrafting to the next level. There’s some real intensely high stakes and very interactive and perhaps even sentient and dangerous ones within its roster for those who seek thrills, and though in this world that you and me live in such games would be instantly recalled from the shelves and the producers thoroughly questioned and/or jailed, well, in the NEO world let’s just say there are no such regulations! “OR THE CURSED HAUNTED ONES?? OR–OH I KNOW, HOW ‘BOUT YOU GUYS’S GAMESzbz??”
“ WEELL OURZZ GAMES AREN’T THAT SPOOKY ACCORDING TO SOME BUT WE CAN STILLPLAY THEM =}} !! KEHKEH.. PLAAYTIME WITH MY FRIENDS !!! GAMES COOL =} !! YOOU JUST GOTTA CCLICK ARROUND FRIENDO !G iCON OOR OTHER!!”
[Skid starts waving his arms around with slight excitement, to which he accidentally smacks Pump… Whos just holding both sides of his head now. He seems to be okay though.]
“ NB,,H, WW_,,WE C-CAN ALZO LOOK ZOME UP ONLINEZ .. ¡”
“A!! EYYY, YOU KEEP H1TT1NG PUMP-o AND GETTIN’ THEIR HEAD HURT, STOP HITTING ‘EM!” Skiddo notices the Pump’s pained stuttering and double-hand head grab and roughly grabs the computer, shaking it a bunch as he gives Beatz Skid these loud commands. He’s still smiling though, a hyperactive and chaotic sort of smile, and that’s how you know he’s not mad. He’s just had this kind of lesson drilled into his head time and time and time again from his mother and brother, so now he’s just repeating it back to his pal. “YOU GOTTA WATCH WHERE YOUR HANDS ARE GOIN’!” “AnenemWAYSz, LESSPLAY YOUR GAME!! LEMME SEE, ‘CUZ I WANTED TO SEE FOR TENTHOUSAN’ Y34RS!!” A bit in awe with his new power, Skiddo actually hesitates a bit, slightly open mouthed with wonder, before grabbing the mouse with a passion and clumsily, jerkily, hastily navigating it over to the G to click on it a buncha times! WOW! He’d never had this kind of power before! Usually Pump was in charge of touching computers because Skiddo’s hands were always all jittery and weren’t good at small careful motions, but now Pump wasn’t around, so now Skid could do whatever he wanted! And it felt… AMAZING!!!!!
“ Oh MEEGAA BITES ! SORRY PUM- AEEE;;::’ ”
[The sudden shaking did startle Skid, as he tried to keep balance. Pump was just holding onto.. something. It was hard to see.]
“ BRBTV.. I-ITZ FINE.. BUT BLU ZKI D ¡¡ NO MORE ZHAKING 8’( ”
[As Skid shook his head to recollect himself, the games tab opened.]
“ WEWELL YOU ZEEM EXCITED BLU ZKID.. ”
Luckily enough the Blu Zkid had long since cease and desisted the computershaking and looks a lil’ surprised before nodding at them a bunch of times in a row. “AW OOPSÉ!! OKOK, NO MORE SHAKING!!!” Now let's just hope he remembers that. “H3LLS Y4H!! I’M EXCITED ‘CAUSE I LIKE GAMES AND YOU GUYS, TOO!!!!! NOW WHATCHA GOT??” His big ol shark smile lightnings back onto his face as he scoots rapidly forward once again, checkin’ on the results of the games tab.
"So... Do you remember the one who kept you locked up?" He doesn't even look annoyed by these two, which is strange knowing how much he hates the original version of himself. "I am just curious. I think one numskull told me about her... some time ago." {Bones}
As they sometimes do when strangers they don’t know come up to talk to them in the midst of the woods, both the kiddos whirl around to stare at the Bones with bright glowy eyes. The overall effect of this is kinda like a couple of wild stray cats in the dark. Pump is still sort of crouching down in the grass, arms wrapped around himself, recovering from the gunshots…he gives Bones a wary, wide eyed stare, clenching his hands into fists a little. He didn’t usually react like this to new unknown people, it’s just that the unexplainable inner workings of his mind got a sixth sense of Terrible Vibes from this odd lil’ skeleton person. Plus, he was still feeling kinda sick and dizzy. don’t answer that stranger’s question, skid, don’t answer it, don’t don’t don’t, he thought hard into the head of his mentally conjoined brother. So Skid doesn’t answer it. Or more likely, he just didn’t remember the answer to that question in the same way Pump did, and also he was pretty curious about how familiar this stranger looked.Skid sort of skitters up to Bones and, moving in in a series of jarringly fast, small halting squirrel-like motions, looks at him from every angle. “HEY,” He said after a few moments, “wwhhhwho are YOU? ARE YOU A WOODS CRYPTID?” That was really weird. The sound and volume of his voice seemed to suddenly switch in the middle of his sentence, and then suddenly switch back.@bones-n-pumpking-ask
Even with circumstances as they were, that was a lot of very heavy information to suddenly place on a lil’ kiddo’s mind all at once. Perhaps even especially with circumstances as they were, as a double reacharound. A thousand thoughts and questions and little confusions and understandings and expectancies swirled through his mind all at once as Neo Pump stares up at Bones with a strange unreadable expression and dilated, glassy flashlight eyes…and then he just sort of retreats into himself and looks away from Bones, staring at the ground as if somehow disappointed and sullen. He doesn’t say a word. Not even a goodbye.
Is that really true? Why would you tell me all of that, if you did that? Why do you wanna tell me all the bad things about yourself if you don’t wanna hurt me? Why don’t you wanna hide it? If you think it’s disgusting? …Why did you do it? ….. You’re right. We can’t be friends if you’re really like that…if you hurt people and if you’ve done evil bad stuff. Is that why you feel so scary? Is that why I feel awful and weird and even more sickish than I am when I talk to you? Maybe you shouldn’t even help us. Yeah. I don’t want you to help us anymore. Go away.
Neo Pump doesn’t want to talk to Bones, or any other person like Bones, ever again. But the fact that this is the case makes him…strangely sad.
Merging the two timelines back together…
All of the suddenly, before Skiddo has a chance to answer Pumpking…something strange seems to crack within the very atmosphere of the general area, as if some manner of glitch or stacked up error or anomaly suddenly occurred and caused the liminality and texture of the location to become one definition less real and two degrees more plastic…and with a loud sharp buzzing sound and a few distortions of little colorful pixelly boxes around the forest clearing, something that looks like a large glowing television screen, coated in swarms of greyed out static, appears in midair somewhere above and behind this quadruple posse o’ critters. As this happens, both the Neo Skid and Pump whirl around and look up at it in surprise, similarly to how they did when Bones first addressed them (with Neo Skid’s loud shout of “WH4T TH4 H3CK!?” getting drowned out in the glitched up sound.)
After a few moments, the picture on the screen fades to white and the loud electronic buzzing sound fades away as well; a series of colorful silhouettes of unknown figures beginning to flash across its monitor like a slot-machine…and then all at once, some large dark cordlike appendages with little triple-pronged metallic/neon light claws at the end, all tangled up in mangled up wires of many sizes and types, burst from the area immediately around or behind the watermarked television screen and slam down upon the ground, seeming to pull both it and the rest of the enormous retro looking cluster of televions (with a few distortions) forward and out from the etherscape. The whole resulting monstrosity that stands before you is colossal, and radiates an energy that doesn’t feel real. When it speaks, it switches from one simulated, horribly distorted and loud, echoey version of a voice to another, as if it’s borrowing from multiple sources, as the silhouetted figure on its monitor changes to match.
“ha. hahahahaha. Hooooly shit. ª•¶™º£•¶ºª•£ºª•£¶ºª•£¶ºª£¶.”
“Ladies and gents, IT would SEEm…that s0m3tw0 p30pl3 h3r3 MAJOR-LEAGUE FUCKED UP!!”
On purpose or not, but Bones didn’t miss Pump’s reaction to his words. He slowly turned away from him, walking towards the forest clearing, and for a couple of moments a look of painful grief appeared on his face. He shook his head quickly, wiping away the unpleasant emotion, and frowned again in annoyance. Why bother?
The pumpkinhead was already there. He still held the lil tree carefully in his hands, looking at it both with an adoration and concern.
“i hope my tree friendo will survive this jurney… ” He said quietly, “ make sure they will, ok?? ”
Bones didn’t have time to grimly proclaim that Pumpking was too irresponsible since he decided to create a tree here and now just for fun. He would also with pleasure point out that Pumpking would be the guilty one if this plant dies, but some New Things happened too fast for him to say it.
The Spirits turned around, taken by surprise by that giant n not really friendly suddenness. Bones moved more sharply, turning his head briskly in different directions, like a frightened but curious bird, trying to see every aspect of the happening-now disaster. Pumpking, despite this interesting situation, turned slowly and calmly, as if he was moving in large interdimensional honey.
It took a moment to realize the whole action. Bones’ face immediately changed, leaving no room for anything other than hostile furiosity, and few dozens of heavy n dark spikes burst out of the ground behind him. They were incredibly solid this time, but small (just a little higher than their owner), clearly created from surprise and as a precaution, not for an attack. None of the four were hit by these spikes, not even Pumpking, who was standing nearby. Bones was pretty trained in creating anything destructive.
“And what do YOU need.”
The bone boy hissed it quickly, but with no crazie rush. He just didn’t like to be interrupted. Although Bones didn’t look threatening in comparison with the new creature, there was no hint of doubt or anxiety on his face. He hated them already and didn’t want to lose. Even though he didn’t know the weaknesses of this creature, didn’t know if it is stronger than him or not, not even being sure in his own powers that were sorta “cut” after the jump to another world… Nothing of these meant that this is not worth trying. Now he was ready for any attack. Even the i-will-start-fighting-while-you-are-speaking one, which he hated the most.
Pumking didn’t look any puzzled either, but he clearly showed displeasure by staring at this screen with narrowed gloomy eyes.
“ who the fuck s got the remote?? i cant see shit- ”
The only direct answer that this massive multi-tele-creature of unknown sorts and origins seems to [albeit indirectly] offer in response to the two spirits is a multitude of canned laugh-tracks that seemed to eerily be coming from both everywhere and nowhere, in response to the Pumpking’s classic line.
“Aight so listen up, kids and viewers and everything in between,”
The colossal echoing voice continues, as if talking at some manner of unseen audience and not directly to the people before ‘em,
“Nøt all bridges have tølls, as I’m sure yøu knøw! but if you cross a bridge like a clumsy troglodyte and stomp a bunch of holes in the boards and the bridge collapses and clogs up the river with pixellated dissolution, you can bet your q-36 there’s gonna be a toll there somewhere! 0f c0ur53, th4t's 411 m3t4ph0r1c41, 8ut wh4t's 480ut t0 h4pp3n, f01ks, 1s n0t.”
“WHO THE HECK IzzTHAT?? I THINK IVE SEEN-HEARD EM BEFORE SOMEWHERES!!” The Skid presently yelled, pointing dramatically at this big ol monster. Skiddo may not have remembered, but Pump knew very well what that creature was. He knew its name times a bunchton, burned in bright pink coloring into his very coremost of memories. He stood up now. "thhhhhthat’z The Tel—“
All of the suddenly, Pump abruptly quits talking in the midst of his sentence and falls backwards and sits hard on the ground, the entirety of all four of his eyes suddenly being filled with loud, colorful static as his mouth drops open as if he’s in some sort of trance. And, on The Televisionary’s [for yes that was its name] frontmost screen out of the many clusters that made up its head, the a familiar purple silhouette shows up on the main monitor as the Neo Pump himself’s voice comes booming forth temporarily from its general personhood...except mangled up in all kinds of distortions, and also talking bizarrely somewhat like a 90’s show-host.
“and thiz ztutttttuttering little weweirdo getz a prize!!”
“HEY!!” Skid shrills in an intense and somewhat frenzied piercing yell upon seeing the state of Pump, immediately flying into action and zigzag rushing at one of the Televisionary’s massive tangled ground-planted cords...but he didn’t get far. His eyes flicker into a similar staticky color in mid-fly-leaping-pounce, throwing him into a somersaulting spin onto the ground before he lay still on his back, temporarily motionless and slack-jawed. And Skid’s cyan silhouette now shows up on the main monitor as his own voice comes from this big ol’ monster in turn, the Televisionary hardly missing a beat in its speech.
“WANTED OR UNWANTED, AMIRIGHT FOLKS?? THIS WACKY PAIR O’ KIDS HAS GOT QUITE A PRICE ON THEIR HEADS, BOTH DIRECTLY AND INDIRECTLY.”
Both the kiddos’ eyes flickered back to normal as soon as the Televisionary was done ‘borrowing’ their voices and they now sat up, Skid just sitting there blinking in an utterly stunned surprise and Pump wincing and rubbing at their eyes. “owwowowowww....”
In the meantime, the colossal critter continued.
“Hmm, based on circumstances, and by extension, whaddaya say they both share the cost?”
There’s a loud disembodied cheering that seems to come from an unseen surrounding audience in favor of this decision. Is it real or is it fake? That’s the question.
“THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT, LADIES AND GENTS!! SO, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO...LET’S BEGIN THIS EPISODE OF INTER-DIMENSIONAL DOUBLE-CHECKER.”
About four of the strange lil claws at the end of the mangle-tangled-up-wire-rope-limbs rise up dizzyingly into the air like slithery snake heads, pause, and then slam down on each of the four individuals’ heads, the metal claws gripping onto them as the electronic buzzing in the air reaches its crescendo...and as this happens, each of their visions would slowly begin to fade to a staticky white.
Somewhere Near Lone Skid, there seems to fade into existence a familiar faint flickering blurry purple image with two sharp bright palms seeming to press into some kind of unseen wall-force. And then suddenly with a sharp yelp and a strange, unexplainable small flash of light and sound, Neo Pump himself in fully fledged physical form bursts through the invisible wall and stumbles and falls forward, landing face first onto the ground. [[the-feral-skidpumps-neo]]
“..!? Are you okay..?” Skid steps towards Neo Pump, holding a hand out. A figure looms behind him, watching intently.
“. . . . . ?”
After a few moments, this odd glowing Pump lifts his face from the ground, looking a bit dazed and confuzzled, and puts his hand into the Lone Skid’s offered hand, getting to his knees and sitting up. He looks around him, as if just now registering what he’d just done and where he was now. His eyes, which were a bright teal before, now seem to be slowly fading to a...dull greyish color. Neo Pump’s psyche has been disconnected from Neo Skid’s. “...it--...it wwwwoworked???” He said, in soft breathless wonder, the faintest of smiles starting to spead across his face.
MOD WHAT
ኡቹⶴኡቹⶴ, ፏዐፕ ዓ፱ቹነፕጎዐክነ? ጎ የ፱ፕ ነዐጮቹ ነፕ፱ቻቻ ል፪ዐ፱ፕ ፕⶴጎነ ጎክ ፕⶴቹ ረዐዪቹ ዐቻ ፕⶴቹ ረልክጋነ ጎክ የልነፕ ⶴቹልጋርልክዐክ የዐነፕነ ልርፕ፱ልረረሃ. :𝟎 ልክጋ ፕⶴቹዪቹ ሠልነ ል ፪ጎፕ ዐቻ ጎፕ ጎክ ፕⶴቹ ረልነፕ ፕⶴዪቹልጋ ሠጎፕⶴ ፕⶴቹ ረዐክቹ ነኡጎጋ ‘ቹጮነቹረህቹነ ልነ ሠቹረረ!]] [[፪፱ፕ ፪ልነጎርልረረሃ, ፕⶴቹ ዪ፱ክጋዐሠክ ሠⶴልፕ’ነ ⶴልየየቹክጎክፏ ዪጎፏⶴፕ ክዐሠ ሠጎፕⶴ ክቹዐ የ፱ጮየ ጎነ ርልረረቹጋ ‘ነረጎየየጎክፏ’. ክቹዐ የ፱ጮየ’ነ ህቹዪነጎዐክ ዐቻ ‘ነረጎየየጎክፏ’ ዪቹነጎጋቹነ ጮዐዪቹ ፪ቹፕሠቹቹክ ፕጎጮቹነየልርቹ ልክጋ ዪቹልረጎፕሃ, ሠⶴጎረቹ ነኡጎጋ’ነ ቻዐዪጮ ዐቻ ‘ነረጎየየጎክፏ’ ዪቹነጎጋቹነ ጮዐዪቹ ፪ቹፕሠቹቹክ ጋጎጮቹክነጎዐክነ (𝟐ጋ ልክጋ 𝟑ጋ, ልኡል ረጎኡቹ ህጎጋቹዐ ፏልጮቹነ ልክጋ ዪቹልረጎፕሃ.) ፪ቹርል፱ነቹ ዐቻ ፕⶴቹ ሠልርኡሃ ህቹዪሃ ⶴጎፏⶴ ርዐክርቹክፕዪልፕጎዐክነ ዐቻ ቹክቹዪፏሃ ልክጋ ዪልጋጎዐልርፕጎህቹ ፪፱ዪክልፏቹ ልክጋ ርⶴቹጮጎርልረነ ልጮዐክፏነፕ ዐፕⶴቹዪ ነፕዪልክፏቹ ፕⶴጎክፏነ ፕⶴልፕ ፪ዐፕⶴ ፕⶴቹነቹ ፏቹክቹፕጎር ቹሸየቹዪጎጮቹክፕነ ልዪቹ ጮልጋቹ ዐቻ, ፕⶴጎነ ኡጎክጋል ፕⶴጎክፏ ነዐጮቹፕጎጮቹነ ⶴልየየቹክነ ፕዐ ፕⶴቹጮ ሠⶴቹክ ፕⶴቹሃ’ዪቹ ልፕ ⶴጎፏⶴ ልጋዪቹክልረጎክቹ ረቹህቹረነ. የ፱ጮየ ጎነ ፓ፱ነፕ ፕዪሃጎክፏ ፕዐ ርⶴልክክቹረ ⶴጎነ ‘ነረጎየየጎክፏ’ ል፪ጎረጎፕሃ ጎክፕዐ ል ርቹዪፕልጎክ ረዐርልፕጎዐክ ልክጋ የ፱ነⶴ ⶴጎጮነቹረቻ ልረረ ፕⶴቹ ሠልሃ ፕⶴዪዐ፱ፏⶴ ዐክ የ፱ዪየዐነቹ ፕⶴጎነ ፕጎጮቹ, ፕዐ ህጎነጎፕ ል ነፕዪልክፏቹ ልረፕቹዪክልፕቹ ህቹዪነጎዐክ ዐቻ ⶴጎነ ፪ዪዐፕⶴቹዪ ⶴቹ ልረጮዐነፕ ዐክርቹ ነልሠ ጎክ ልክ ልረፕቹዪክልፕቹ ጋጎጮቹክነጎዐክ.
It was time.
Neo Pump sat alone high up in the tree, deeply contemplating, sitting all hunched up and arms hugging his knees in a familiar self-comforting gesture. He had to do it now. He had to go and visit the strange lonely Dream Skid again. He was done stalling and contemplating it, and now he was ready to do it...for the foggy colorful sky was beginning to shift into a slightly less dark color, and ”morning” was fast approaching, though the sky still wouldn’t get much lighter than this down in the Neo World Towns where the sky is always dark and the beautiful city lights are always glowing bright. This meant his mommo would soon be waking up, and Neo Skid would soon be asked to help her look for him again... yes, it had to be now.
Pump thought about it. How had he “slipped” before...? He had been...upset. He had been excited...or very distraught...or very very very sad or scared.
He had to make himself upset. He had to think of things that reminded him of...loneliness, and things that reminded him of sad despair and vague wavering hope, even if Neo Pump himself didn’t fully understand these concepts in all their meaning, only in their feeling...things that reminded him of what he’d felt in the lone skid the last time he’d barely seen him.
[ADRENALINE LEVELS: RISING.]
So Neo Pump did that. Pressing both his hands to each side of his head, his expression twisted into a suppressed unhappiness as he thought hard about all these unpleasantmost things, channeling his brain into a certain circuit and trying hard to picture the way that Skiddo had looked and felt in his head.
[ADRENALINE LEVELS: RISING.]
After a little while, his body began to glow a bright purple, his form beginning to fade slightly and become translucent and shimmery. Pump squeezed his eyes shut, melting a little bit.
[ADRENALINE LEVELS: RISING.]
Pump focused his inner energy intensely outward through the bad feelings swirling throughout, pushing it out as hard as he could both mentally and physically (with both his little hands extended in a pushing motion, now) towards the source he was slipping towards. All at once, one of his arms seemed to phase temporarily out of existence, then one of his legs. Pump opened his eyes and mouth wide suddenly in a huge, bright teal deep silent scream of a breath, seconds before he slammed both of them closed again, and in a bright pinkish neon inwards-twisting flash of rayed light,...
...Pump had entirely left the Neo World.
(thoughts) wow! im so intrigued and want to be friends with both of you!!
Neo Pump is still a little bit unhappy from the last ask, hugging himself very very tight and squeezing hard. He gives this ask a nod and a lil’ smile. He likes the weird but sprite-ish sound of their voice! And maybe he’d like to be their friend too, even, whoever they were! Just the thought of someone apologizing to him for their very existence...and the way it had sounded and felt when it had happened...the sheer deep hopelessness in its tone that cut to his very core... ...Was very, very scary to this lil grape jello kiddo.
(thoughts) i’m sorry i exist.
Neo Pump’s flashlight eyes swim with dilated teal swirl as he looks up sharply and stares at the unknown voice, looking suddenly sad and worried almost to the point of looking as if he was on the verge of some kind of anguished tears that he couldn’t shed. That specific statement had sent a cold sharp wave of sheer awfulness through his very soul, somehow, even though he didn’t know its origin. “huh....? don’t zzzzbzay that...!” He said. “iiidinnonnnon--nnnh--who izzit, who zaid it? who’zzzbz you???”
Neo Skiddo: [Pointing at a futuristic lookin golf cart] HEY HEY! PUMP! WHASSAT? Neo Pump: [Grinning at him like he knows exactly what he’s doing and is helping him set up some kind of punchline] izzzizizza wheehelz machine?
Skiddo: NO, IT’S A MOLOTOV COCKTAILLLLLAAAAAAAAaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!
[As Skiddo is saying this, he straight up yanks up the entire golf cart in a burst of manic hyper-energy and throws it headlong over ten feet yonder. The golf cart explodes into a burst of flames against a nearby building, and both the Neo Kiddos start laughing like absolute maniacs.]