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🐭 • TL;DR: University is going to prove a huge challenge for me, I haven’t been feeling this fandom for some time and RPing on Tumblr has been feeling like homework lately, so I’m going to be taking a break until these three things change.

🐭 • Okay so it’s Munday, I’m two days away from my last final (which means that I gotta prepare myself for it), and I have some stuff to do that will prevent me from sitting down and focusing on replies today so: how about I talk about my muses and why did I pick them? Yes, nobody asked, but I don’t care.

It was a very sudden occurrence but... was that the breeze he could feel? Slowly, without saying a word, the blond brought a hand to his...  (Wait, there was no visor to grab! There was no cap on top of his head altogether!)  ❝ Oh- oh dear. ❞  Confusion tinted his voice as the realization began to sink in, setting his hand on his head to get a feel of... well, actually, there was nothing to feel up there –such a foreign feeling too–.

(Had somebody just stolen his cap?)  ❝ Well this is a new one... ❞  Maybe he should have been shocked but, perhaps because of the lack of intensity of such an action –in comparison to... anything else–, Pip just found this to be an itty-bitty inconvenience.

That is, of course, until he started hearing chuckling coming from somewhere, like if this were to be a lighthearted prank his friends were pulling on him.  ❝ I see... ❞  Brown eyes searching around, they locked upon a nearby bush, causing him to set his hands on his sides and hum for a bit.  ❝ Right-o, very humorous. ❞

So now he was Mr Puppet? He quite liked that actually. Bon-Bon found himself allowing a tiny titter to rattle his posterior. ❛ Not to worry, young one! I’m not offended I just want us gain that understanding that, as you said, we are missing. A misunderstanding. ❜ He reiterated, mostly for Freddy, he patted the bear’s cheek. 

Was this kid going to explode or something?! Funtime Freddy felt his entire being spark with the unadulterated excitement rushing through him. He had heard of animatronics spontaneously combusting but never actually seen or heard such from a human being but nothing was impossible.   ❛ I think we broke him, MR PUPPET, haha! Maybe he’s gonna spring a leak or something! ❜

The only reasonable one here folded his arms at the funtime bear. ❛ You’re not helping, you know? ❜

❛ Oh, Bon-Bon, twitch just needs to lighten up!  ❜

❛ Well he said he’s scared of clowns and you are a clown. ❜ Bon-Bon ran his paws down his long ears, they drooped slightly. ❛ Tweek Tweak, please try and breathe. Shut your eyes if it helps. We won’t hurt you as I said before. ❜ His focus flickered to Freddy for a moment before switching back to settle on the blond. ❛ I understand this must be difficult for you, you are scared of clowns and you wanted to clear your head and then we came out from seemingly no where… ❜ He attempted to bring Freddy’s arm down so that he could get closer to the boy. ❛ But I don’t look like a clown, and you’re not scared of rabbits are you?  ❜ He inched closer on Freddy’s stub, paws arose tentatively, as he tried to guide the sporadically jittering arms of the adolescent away from his hair. 

❛ I’m a therapist as well as a performer it is my job to help keep Freddy calm, like I also mentioned before, perhaps I can do the same for you? Perhaps I can encourage you to see clowns are not all that scary? Is that okay with you, Tweek Tweak? ❜

❝ AGH!! I-I CAN hear you! ❞  THOSE CLOWNS!! They never know when to cut it! With their bright honking noses, the scary makeup, their high-pitched voices and... And... THE JOKES!! The jokes drove him INSANE! Almost like his father’s metaphors.  He may not like conflict but, as the puppet had said himself: the bear was not helping, and there was only so much Tweek was willing to ignore before snapping.

He was quick in realizing that, maybe, he should NOT be snapping at the (possibly bloodthirsty) robot though; so, grumbling unintelligible words under his breath, his body sank back into that spot, taking very little space in comparison to his... loud conversation partner. He had classmates and friends like that –always trying to get under his nerves, fill his head with CRAZY ideas (just like his parents)–, but they are CHILDREN! Like him!

Teeth exposed from all the chattering, his lips twisted into a grimace, eyes darting away as soon as he noticed the distance between him and them shortening.  ❝ Are you crazy?! I-I’m not closing my eyes here- NO WAY! ❞  Though he could tell that the other was trying to be reasonable with him, Tweek found it hard to feel comfortable when he could not even relate to who he was talking to... also, he didn’t want to die –his father has fed him that idea quite too many times–.

He was feeling quite... slow. Pretty numb too. Lightheaded even. Magenta eyes stared into the distance in an attempt of figuring out his location –and maybe also get a clue as to what was he doing before that–. Judging by the fact that he could only see trees no matter where he glanced –akin to a human proverb–, he assumed he was in a forest, yet the planet was unknown to him. And the only other visual cue he had was a... strange trail nearby. Something had lifted the grass with great force to the point of exposing the dirt under it, as if something had been dragged across the ground.

Squinting his eyes, the alien lifted his right arm and scratched his cheek.  (Had he taken another emergency landing and he just couldn’t remember?)

Before he could come to a conclusion, he had to address the elephant in the room first. Somebody had been trying to get into him all this time, but he had not been listening until the other had pointed out to his arm with worry.  ❝ What? ❞  It was his right arm, a large scrape had appeared from his forearm to the back of his hand, and it was bleeding a bit.  ❝ Oh. ❞  (Well, that was a bit of a problem.)

BOLD ➝ always. || ITALIC ➝ only applies situational.

DEFENSIVENESS.  arms  crossed  on  chest   /   crossing  legs  /  fist-like  gestures  /   pointing  index  finger   /   karate  chops   /   stiffening  of  shoulders   /  tense  posture  / curling  of  lip /   baring  of  teeth  

REFLECTIVE.  hand  to  face gestures  /   head  tilted  /   stroking chin   /  peering  over   glasses  /   taking  glasses  off  —  cleaning   /   putting  earpiece  of glasses  in  mouth   /   pipe  smoker  gestures   /  putting  hand  to the  bridge  of  nose  /   pursed  lips  /  knitted  brows

SUSPICION.  arms  crossed / sideways  glance   /   touching  or  rubbing  nose   / rubbing  eyes   /   hands  resting  on  weapon   /  brows  rising   / lips  pressing  into  a  thin  line  /  strict  unwavering  eye  contact  /   wrinkling  of  nose

think think think think. there has to be a reason that he’s seeing kids, correct? a perfectly legitimate one. there also has to be a reason that’s just as logical, if not more, as to why the structure of home looks so… different. the distance of the kid grew thinner, but as nick’s confusion grew deeper, the subconscious of reality grew just as thin. a mumbling stutter stretched out into groaning moans. perplexed and distraught stutters that shifted into utter chaos. shaking body stands frozen. no guitar, no virgil, no drugs. what the fuck was he supposed to do?!

it wasn’t until the scraping of the cement nicked at the ear. it all stopped. every thought. every fear. widened eyes stared in complete awe at pip. pupils dilate to simple pin-pricks – appearance shifting about to match the sheer horror mapped within mr. lightbearer. this kid couldn’t be real. it couldn’t be. no no no no no no!! he hasn’t seen one since secondary! why is there a child just walking around?! what if a bobby finds it or sees it? what would they do with it?!

arms were raising and fingers were splaying out to try and gesture to the little one. but all was for not, for try as the music star may, no words would usher out of a frozen mouth. instead, shaking digits would be left pointing. quaking legs would be steadily striding back; only now did he notice how close they had gotten.

the chap was about to finally spit something out: exclaim that this kid was just a hallucination; that he’s overdosing on some rainbow or some lsd or mushrooms; that it’ll be gone; it would just need time! he would just need to hide somewhere.

but then, the police were mentioned.

“ WHAT?!!?! th–th-thhe-the POLICE are here?! “  voice shrieks and interrupts the child. shrilling and freezing, the man practically lets out a wave of piss down spiffy trousers with how shocked he is. paranoid now, eyes dart here and there and everywhere. it was only two seconds later that nick dashes forward and yanks at the boy’s arm. it is strong and the tug is quite powerful, but he means all well.  “ ohHHH, why am i doing this, why am i doing. this?! come on, l’il one. we gotta get back inside!! it’s too dangerous out here!!! “

Perhaps, like he usually did, he should have stayed quiet and simply nodded his head, go along with what the adult said.  (Never mind that, he should have fled!)  He let out a short gasp as his eyes picked on sudden, yet quick movement, freezing in place like a deer in headlights.  ❝ Oh bother- . ❞  Voice shivering, shoe soles trying to cling to the pavement for life, now he had found a reason to panic.  ❝ W-wait- ! ❞  No attempts at reasoning could be made when the door had already been clicked open.

May the Lord had stricken him from above before it happened! Unfortunately, the young Brit was not deserving of such mercy, for a soon as the door clicked open, it clicked closed behind him. Yes, he had closed his eyes and refused to bear witness to his own “demise”... though, said demise never came. Instead, he was let go. That was when he opened his eyes, pupils darting around as a result of the (now-decreasing) adrenaline.

He was a bit shaken, and worried, and... maybe a bit exasperated (just a bit), but he needed to regain his composure. He dusted his suit off, especially his (affected) sleeve.  (His arm hurt a bit, it may have been bruised),  but he would never admit it out loud.  ❝ Well this is a bit preposterous... ❞  Mumbled the lad under his breath, surprised at the fact that he still had patience to show.  ❝ If I may... I suppose. ❞  He was already inside that house, but it was never too late to be courteous.

You Are a Traveler Soul.

You're a thrill seeker who loves to be active and on the move. You love to wander: between places, ideas, and people. A good communicator, you're a nonconformist and interested in the world. You are an explorer, a good storyteller, and a true dreamer. Because you're always on the move, you can be a bit fickle. It's difficult for you to make personal commitments. Don't be so quick to ignore emotional issues and problems. You're much more intuitive and psychic than you think. Souls you are most compatible with: Retrospective Soul and Dreaming Soul.

Kelsey hands Scott the sword, awaiting him to inspect her weapon.  While the girl considered herself a bit of a blacksmith as well as a warrior, at least in the art of working with swords.  It was always best to have a second kid’s opinion.  Her blade had been used in many battles throughout her days in Herkleton, New Jersey.  But now she was in a new land, and needed a tune up.

“I am Kelsey the Warrior” the redhead answered, raising her fist up in a dramatic fashion.  Then with a finger, she pointed to the parakeet resting on her head.  “And this is Mortimer, my mighty Battle Falcon!  Now, fellow Blacksmith, I inquire your name as well.”  She had assumed that was what Scott was, since he was stationed at the Armory.

❝ A warrior with an animal companion! ❞  If he wore a hat he would have taken it off to show his respects. It was rare to come across a traveler that had gone out of their way to accommodate their class to the addition of a familiar, so the ranger was very impressed. ...Yes, ranger.  ❝ In actuality, I am a Ranger. ❞  Tapping the surface of the armory’s table, a grey house cat emerged from under the mentioned, rising its head as it meowed.  ❝ I am Sir Scott Malkinson, ❞  He started as he crouched down, scratching the cat’s chin to get it to purr.  ❝ and this is Mr. Kitty, the Grand Wizard’s royal feline! ❞

He couldn’t blame other kids for mistakenly believing that he is a blacksmith –it came with being in charge of the armory–, so the diabetic was quick in explaining himself.  ❝ I am the only one in this kingdom that knows the local blacksmith personally, so I was assigned the armory as a... secondary job of sorts. ❞  So it was to guard the kingdom’s gates, but he couldn’t be in two places at once!

                       ‶you  know ,  i  gotta  say ,  it’s  actually  kind  of  nice  to  relax  for  once .  ″  it  was  rare  that  nigel  enjoyed  not  working ,  but  when  it  came  to  visiting  a  friend  he  hasn’t  seen  in  years ?  well ,  he  had  to  make  an  exception  at  least  once .  things  seemed  relatively  calm  today ,  and  he  was  around  the  area  regardless .  it  was  the  perfect  opportunity .  ‶how  have  you  been ,  by  the  way ?  it’s  been  a  little  while  since  your  last  letter .  ″

❝ Oho, funny that you ask. ❞  Fidgeting hands rested on his lap as he looked for the right words in his mind.  ❝ I did receive your last letter, I simply... may not have had the time to write. ❞  Nigel would certainly be surprised if he were to tell him all of it, each and every little thing. Sure, it most probably would pale in comparison to going on adventures all across the States –“fighting adult tyranny” as he had been told–, but Pip was not a thrill-seeking sort of lad. His life was complicated enough as it is.

To his knowledge humans did not glitch like animatronics so the child’s convulsions were intriguing, not to mention it was a tragic coincidence that a spell of the bear’s own paroxsym triggered at the same time. Perhaps it was just because the blond had caused him to think of his own malfunction. In an attempt to seize the movement, he attempts to grab his head with his singular hand and, comedically, having to use Bon-Bon like a second hand, mistakenly bonking Bon-Bon on the head with his wide jaw. ❛ Sorry. ❜ He apologized to his friend before reigning in his attention back to the boy paralyzed in fear, aside from the odd, sporadic spasm of course. ❛ What’s wrong, Twitch?! I thought EVERYBODY loves Birthday parties?! I have a party bag of goodies in store for you!  ❜

Bon-Bon set to work  once again, running his paw across Freddy’s jaw. No harm done from their collision earlier. It was hard “sharing” a body sometimes. ❛ Freddy, there will be plenty of time for party favors later. ❜ He whirred, then spinning back around to the boy who now sat in place. It? Well that was rude! ❛ I assure you I’m no IT young one! You can call me “they” if you wish but “it” is just poor manners! I prefer “he” though. Before I resume; is he/him your preference or do you go by another set of pronouns. I heard another child refer to you as he but if that is not how you identify then just say! I thought it was human etiquette to ask before assuming but I will forgive you since you are in a uncomfortable position and I want to help you feel as comfortable as possible.  ❜

Funtime Freddy allowed his friend to speak, despite seemingly aching to interrupt and talk about the “surprises” he had in mind. But things always worked out this way between them. Bon-Bon was always able to stifle his bluster. ❛ Oh, great idea, Milkshake! Lets sit and have a tea party right in the middle of this dark and dingy hallway! ❜ His whole frame creaked while he lowered himself. His legs jutted out in front of him in such a confined space.

At least Freddy was settled now so Bon-Bon could resume. ❛ Lets try to introduce ourselves maybe? It may make the conversation seem a little more friendly and less harrowing. I’ll start; my name is Bon-Bon and I’m an animatronic hand puppet and performer. Now you, Freddy… ❜

❛ I’m Funtime Freddy and I’m a musician, performer, circus entertainer, clown, puppeteer and certified kill- ❜

❛ NOT THAT PART! ❜ He doesn’t need to know everything, just enough about you to get the RIGHT impression. Bon-Bon scorned then turned back to Tweek, softly adding. ❛ I know he can be a little intimidating but I promise Freddy won’t hurt you- ❜

❛ I’m right here..  ❜

Bon-Bon merely rolled his purple, plasticine eyes. ❛ He won’t hurt you as long as I’m here to calm him down.  ❜

The duo now look at Tweek, expectantly before Freddy’s shrill voice intones. ❛ Tweek Tweak! I know we ALREADY know you’re name but you should have already known mine since I put so much effort into performing for you and your little friends before you just ran off! ❜

The puppet kept talking, and he could only tilt his head to the side even further, struggling to get the words out.  ❝ Uh- w-what?! ❞  Squawked Tweek in loud, obvious confusion. This situation was, slowly, becoming really, really surreal for him. All this pressure, stress and shenanigans were making him feel a bit lightheaded.

It sounded like one of those long-winded asides PC Principal would get invested into during his speeches to the student body, and he was feeling just as lost. Though, despite everything starting to blur together in his head, he believed he had gotten the gist of it: the puppet had taken it as an offense to be referenced as an object.  ❝ I’m... I’m sorry, Mr. Puppet? ❞  Whether it was real or a dream, he sounded genuinely embarrassed...

WAIT A SECOND!! He was a 10-year-old having a conversation with KILLING MACHINES! Of course he was going to be uncomfortable, scared and any other word in the dictionary that was related to those two.

❝ AGH!! ❞  Sapphire eyes looked away, his head sinking into his shoulders as he hugged his knees close to his chest. The idea of having this giant, clown-looking, robotic bear getting so close to his level did not seem to ease him at all. He did not want to be there, the bear probably did not want to be there either, the puppet was still talking and, somehow, his fight or flight response had not kicked in yet.

At least he knew their names now. And at t least one of them was not screaming in his face and saying things he could not understand under this much stress.

❝ Uh... ❞  Oh God, those lifeless eyes were staring at him now, to which his first instinct was to look right, then left, then anywhere else than towards the source of the staring.  (They were expecting a response from him!)  They really seemed to have taken his actions as huge offense overall, and it all came down to the fact that- .  ❝ I didn’t ran off!! ❞  Finally, he had the found the courage to speak up.

❝ T-this- this is all a huge misunderstanding. ❞  His fingertips let go of  his pants (he had been grabbing to them pretty hard) as he separated his hands from his knees, rising them and gripping strands of his hair instead.  ❝ C-clowns scare me! A LOT! ❞  Words came out fast, almost as if stringed together with no spaces in between.  ❝ I-I stopped focusing on what was going on after a while, so I thought I would be able to recover if I went to the bathroom and washed my face- b-but I think I went through the wrong corridor- a-and YOU GUYS appeared!! Oh God! ❞