This is Bobgamingâs Gaming Blog, where Bobgaming will interact with his viewer (or friends). Operated by me, bobgaming. Fair warning: I do not own the character of Bob fnf. Iâm legally distinct. Donât confuse me. open for RPs and other fun interactions :)
I⌠am Bobgaming. Pleasure to meet all of you. This blog is home to the next greatest, best, handsome gaming blob there ever was, is and will be. I thought starting out, before trying something bigger, Iâd upload some gaming highlights, gameplay and funny moments here for you to enjoy. (Not to be confused with: Bob fnf, dream, Bob slap battles, rob slap battles or any other Bob on this platform). You could also meet me, ig? Iâll meet you for sure, as I am quite familiar in the art of Roleplaying.
The Program: I play lots of games, but currently Iâm fixated on Roblox Forsaken, TDS, block tales and Afternight Funkin. Outside Roblox, I play TF2, Pizza tower and sometimes Rainbow 6 Siege.
Warning: currently not many funny clips available. Will post when I find some :(
More info: I go by he/him or they/them, I have no real gender and I am a god⌠at least it says that in the wiki. AHAM ANYWAYSSSS, this blog was given by @mewexe, who will help me with posting nâ stuff. You may want to stay clear of here, in case you arenât good at handling topics like death, killing, heavy violence and the sorts, cuz I like that stuff. What can I say, even if I am calmer, friendlier and more patient: Iâm a killer with heart and soul :p
Should be everything for now. Ask box is open for suggestions and asks (keep if free from NSFW, thx). My wonderful avatar and myself will be under the cut.
Hope to SEE you all soon :)
-Bobgaming
Ko-Fi shoutouts here!
References, important tags and friends below cut ;)
References:
-Bobgaming
-0ph33b0p
-bUggÂĽ
- the Ronten
Friends (not mentioning them, since itâs gonna update a lot. Check them out):
- @ nolisaskblog (shitpost buddy. 1st friend)
- @ the-baymen-real (very cool friend. Play Ron & Opheebop 3)
- @ ask-cupcakes (c00lest friend! Gave me cupcake recipe and helped me free Opheebop
- @ ask-possessed-player (IT tolerates me. I call them Red Tails, we are frenemies :)
- @ the-isolated-hero (they are pretty cool. Watching is also their favorite activity)
- ?
Tags:
-bobgaming: regular tag. The trademark of Bobgaming
-bobgamingreal: rp tag
-bobgamingreal2021: Gaming Clips n stuff
-bobgaming Opheebop: Opheebop related posts
-0ph33b0p LeL: 0ph33b0p posting
-bobgaming art: art I made
-?
- bobgaming fax of the week: literally what it says, the fact of the week
- Twist of the Prophecy: TOTP artwork! Official and licensed by me. DO NOT USE FOR ANYTHING ELSE
-Red Tails encounter: Interaction with @ ask-possessed-player
-Cupcakes: interaction with @ ask-cupcakes
-rushing through the void: interaction with @ nolisaskblog
-the folder folk: interaction with @ the-baymen-real
-the abyss stares through: interaction with @ the-isolated-hero
-c00lest hat one could have: bUggÂĽ interaction
-back in the fucking building: doors like attempt rp
-to be continued
External links:
- https://m.twitch.tv/bobgaming_real2021?desktop-redirect=true my twitch channel! Go hang out there if Iâm live, Iâll post if Iâm streaming.
- https://ko-fi.com/amewkyuandgaminblob is my Ko-Fi page! Sadly I have to share it (and the money) with some sweater wearing moron. But itâs better than nothing, so go support us here!
- https://discord.gg/vF6f98mT7 the official TOTP or Twist of the Prophecy Discord server. Game isnât out yet but your support can go a long way! Iâm also an official artist for the game :D
- https://medal.tv/u/bobgaming_real2021/?invite=ur-MSxaZm8sNTEyNzg4MzA3 my medal link. this is where you will find most clips!
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(the beginning is kind of long SORRY you can probably skip the first few paragraphs lol)
Bane had its curiosities about the Dream World.
The Emotions, seemingly separate entities of their own mind, had linked Bane and their friends together in one world. A shared unconscious. Perhaps it is bound by their anomalous existences in this world.
They found themselves visiting much more frequently. With the Ghostwalker, entering and exiting was easier than it had been in the past.
Today, it rattled in their hands, twitching towards the Orb of Hatred. Usually, it didnât react like this, not like the Ghost Potion did when danger called.
Stupid as it mightâve been, Bane entered that realm.
It was still the sameâ remnants of their battle with Hatred. Its veins stained the void around them, still latching onto the hearts of the party. Bane knows that it still resonates within Theo, but heâs been recovering.
However, that wasnât of any particular interest to Bane at all. Itâs seen this scene many times now, but there was somethingâ or someone new.
Another Robloxian. Standing in the distance. Baneâs Ghostwalker vibrates again, almost trying to drag itself towards the figure.
@multi-variable-swords
[The figure had yet to notice Bane giving them time to observe even as The Ghostwalker slowly pulled it closer.]
[They were dressed quite basic, nothing to write home about but it definitely didn't fit the 2010s and they just stood there eye's seemly glued to the remains of Hatred still seared into the void for an inexplicable reason.]
[Bane couldn't explain the way it's gut twisted staring at this individual. Was it because they shouldn't be here... or was it something else they just couldn't place?]
It tilts its head in confusion, trying to resist the pull of the Ghostwalker. There was no reason for another Robloxian to be here. The Dream Worldâs monsters were long gone, and Bane was the only one who could still enter.
They hover a hand over the ball tied to their waist, and squints at the individual. They didnât look like the average person, instead more aligned with the fashion choices of Bane and his friends.
It had all the reason to sneak away, to avoid any trouble, but Bane had come to the Dream World to study it. Perhaps this was another manifestation or puppet, like Builderman was.
[So Bane against practically everything telling it not to continued it's slow approach. The figure stopped perking up upon hearing it's footfall, they whipped their head around staring at Bane]
[A familiar red stared back at Bane, a red that they frankly knew all to well.]
[It looked angry but when it fully saw Bane it's expression shifted towards confusion, maybe even something akin to relief? Bane frankly couldn't tell...]
Bane feels the quiet twitch of Hatred in its muscles. It was a good idea to come alone after all-- it had no idea how Theo would be reacting to this.
"Who, or what, are you?" It asks cautiously, observing their relieved expression. One similar to Builderman's, only Bane couldn't tell if it was genuine or just another scheme.
"If you're that beast-- we've dismantled your plans long ago. This tactic won't work on us again."
"I meant your attempts at breaching my companions' vulnerabilities. Your new form has nothing to do with us this time." Bane instinctively steps away as the veins on the ground twitch. "Though now you dare to assimilate with another Robloxian. It seems you do not take the taste of defeat well."
"I'm surprised that you don't remember me, but, no matter." It shakes its head. "Refer to me as Bane."
They remain silent, faint concern twisting with their growing confusion. If they truly 'defeated' Hatred and claimed the Ghostwalker, why was it still walking free? Not only that, it now held the form of an innocent Robloxian.
"Now, tell me, how did something like you witness a grand revival? Are you simply feeding off another one's weakness again?"
Bane bristles, their demeanor noticeably perking at the sight of the second Ghostwalker. It was best not to ask complicated questions, just in case. This still may be an old trick of the mind.
âYou are not the Hatred I know,â they confirm, but their tone turns sour. âThen I assume youâve⌠successfully taken over your counterpart. How⌠unfortunate.â
It couldnât properly estimate the power of this âother versionâ of Hatred, but considering how they were in possession of the Ghostwalker, the original Robloxian mustâve been a Guardian of sorts? Bane had no idea of knowing.
âIt seems that you are still far too weak to exist on your own. That much hasnât changed across versions, hasnât it?â
[Hatred smiled grew sharper at Bane's blatant bitterness for them, such dislike and hate. It was nice to see, a good change of pace if you will]
I'm much stronger then you seem to think Bane, if I can do it once I can do it again.
[Hatred scanned Bane onces more, certainly the 'hero' type from what it could gather. Either way no matter how 'hero' they are their presence here is still intriguing]
So... why are you here in Dream World anyway? Clearly you didn't come for me so, what are you searching for?
âThis realm intrigues me. Call it a personal study of my own,â it gestured around the void. âIts very existence is a mystery.â
So much so was obvious. The secrets of the Dream World were ever-growing, and this âHatredâ proved to be living evidence of that. Could they be proof of its theory on the collective unconscious? It could be a good point of interest in the future.
Bane gives Hatred a look-over once again, a faint pity in its eyes. To lose your own autonomy to your own self, letting something else walk in your very skinâŚ
âHatred,â it starts, tilting its head slightly to the side. âYou seem simple as a mere concept, but your actions are⌠complex.â
Bane knows it canât read too deep into Hatred, especially not their own. It would be dangerous to assume such things.
âYou wield the Ghostwalker, correct? One that can only be held by someone with a âpure soulâ⌠but your conditions contradict that.â
Interesting. To study a place that's not supposed to be understood, I like it..!
[Hatred stares down towards their Ghostwalker at the mention of it]
Yes you're right. I am far from a pure soul... [There's almost... longing in those words]
I wield it by a loophole, I am pure hatred thus the sword seems to consider me pure in a sense. Quite a handy bending of words if I do say so myself.
[Bane couldn't help but compare this Hatred to our their Hatred, it felt like night and day. This one was just... human in a way that wasn't easily describable. Maybe it had simply gotten better at acting while puppeteering this individual?]
This Hatred was filled with contradictions. Ones that seemed too convenient or too random to be true.
ââPure soulâ was always a shallow term, in my eyes.â it shrugged. Their remaining humanity was strong, but adjusting to another species entirely would realistically take months.
Bane considered the other possibility: purity is a faux preach that stems from Hatred itself. A form of self-hate disguised as moral cleansing. It would explain how the veins always stretched through every corner of the Dream World.
âIf you are pure hatred, then that Robloxian youâve taken over may no longer be themself,â Bane bristled. âBut youâ your theories are refutable by your own behaviors.â
[Hatred paused at the last part, it's face quickly turning into a frown. It seemed upset almost in denial like it already knew what Bane was thinking. Trying to imply. It didn't seem fond of whatever implications it had picked up on]
What's that supposed to mean? "your theories are refutable by your own behaviours." Explain, please do enlighten me.
[It shifted on it's feet seemly subconsciously stepping into a stance more suited to attack.]
Bane catches the change in Hatred's stance, shifting in accordance to a more defensive position. It sighs, "I don't like to assume, as your circumstances as a different 'Hatred' may not be the same, however..."
It had taken them longer than they would have liked to see it. "Hatred cannot exist without the foundations of human nature. Humans are not a pure species."
In retrospect, Bane should've realized long ago: Their Hatred had been born of their loneliness, guilt, and avoidance. It must have been the same with the now possessed Robloxian.
"These are just theories, but I believe that you do not want to admit to 'your' humanity."
[Hatred shifted uncomfortably moving back from Bane, that seemed to be what they had expected yet it upset them all the same]
I'm not human. [It said coldly, bitterness fondness staining it's every word]
I am not human and I do not feel. [It lied, not even trying to convince Bane it was lying for itself. All it did was confirm that Bane was right. Hatred spoke again before Bane got their chance to say anything else]
.......You've asked enough questions. It's my turn, what about you? Who even are you really Bane?
âDeny it all youâd like, then.â It was being purposefully smug, stupid as it might be. Though their next question caused them to raise a brow.
âWho I am? My origins are tainted with⌠distasteful feelings, but Iâll entertain you,â Bane answered, relaxing into a more casual stance. âAre you aware of the Astral Isles? I hail from their line of spellcasters.â
That was barely scratching the surface, though. Bane didnât truly understand who they were. Only vague memories that came long before that convention, yet didnât align with the records of the Astral Isles themselves.
No. Never heard of it... [Hatred paused for a moment, that wasn't anything they could really work with... nothing it could use It stood there thinking before another question popped in their head]
What about those others you mentioned before? You said something about having a set of companions earlier so who are they to you?
âThey are my companions, yes. Travel partners. Weâve shared nearly every moment of our journey togetherâ I hope you would be able to comprehend our bond.â
A not-so subtle jab. Nonetheless, Bane held its friends dear. After all, the four had been stuck with each other from the get-go. It was never any good at expressing such appreciation, but they hoped it always came across to the others.
[Hatred eye twitched at both the jab and the overall vagueness of what Bane had just said, they had given it what it wanted so why did it simply refuse to play nice? It grabbed Bane by the shoulder digging their nails into it's jacket. It's smile was angry]
Why do insist on being so vague..? Is it fun to dance around my questions and insult me like you aren't all on your own?
[It yanked Bane closer bringing them face to face]
You are faceless and you would be nothing without your little party. I am certain.
The sudden contact causes Bane to tense. There was some truth behind those words, and its shoulders sagged in realization. Because of the others, it had begun to develop a sort of identity, and they couldnât imagine a possibility without them.
âAt least I know who I am. Other possibilities mean nothing now,â It bites back, craning its neck away from Hatred to create distance. âIâve confronted you before. My vague answers are only to protect myself from you in this mind prison.â
Bane huffs, its free hand inching closer to the Ghostwalker. âWe would not be anything without those we accompany. That includes this puppet body of yours.â
Bane swallows the lump in its throat, grunting as Hatred drags them closer. The yank causes the Ghostwalker to slip out of their gripâ no escaping now, then.
They couldnât deny what it was saying. Staring into its eyes for a moment, they watched its shift from anger to somber.
âDo you think that itâs wrong? To find yourself with the help of others?â They ask genuinely. No matter how much Bane resented Hatred, it was still a strange entity. One that confused them more often than not. âYour words have truth to them, as do mine. We are⌠âin the same boatâ, as some would say.â
...No, it is not... wrong. [Hatred fell silent, it didn't like the way this conversation continued to turn on it. Had it really done all it had for this? It couldn't look Bane in the eyes.]
At least you're able to define yourself by something nice, you are lucky you're afforded such a grace.
âI didnât expect seeing a huge bomb guy. Yet here we are. Nameâs Bobgaming_real2021, or Bob for short. There may be another blob that looks similar to me also named Bob and I just wanna say we are NOTHING alike. I got these sick headphones and he doesnât. Makes me the superior Bob >:).â
*the headphoneâs eyes blink and stare at you*
âSo do you like, make explosions? Or shoot fire? no wait that would be kinda bad since thatâs probably something you should stay away fromâŚespecially when your head is a bomb.â
Whitty shoved his hands into his pockets, fiddling with the inside of the seams of the stitches. He was.. well, disturbed by the eyes. Why would eyes on a pair of headphones need to be able to blink? Let alone stare. It gave him an uneasy feeling he couldnât shake off.
â I do .. sometimes. Itâs better you donât see it, or ⌠be around for it in general. I try not to set random fires ⌠brings too much attention, which is the last thing I want. â
âOh you can? Thatâs pretty cool! I donât got smth like that, but I am basically formless!â
*on cue, they loose their entire shape and became a puddle on the ground. They âstood upâ again, regaining their shape, as a black tentacle forms from their back to scratch their head.*
âsad I wonât see it, I bet it would look awesome. I wonât press furtherâŚthough why do you not attention? You a criminal? Did you get in trouble for your fire? What did you do? Was is bad?â
*they soundâŚoddly enthusiastic with those last statements. Far too much for someone to ask another person. Then again, they arenât really a âpersonâ per se.*
Whittyâs eyes widened slightly as he watched the blob-like creature liquified, part of him disturbed, the other filled with a morbid fascination. He didnât question it further though.
He seemed to almost cringe at the accusation of being a criminal, his expression falling slightly.
â ⌠No, Iâm not a criminal ⌠I didnât do anything- at least .. not on purpose. Thereâs just some ⌠people, that have been searching for me. Some people that arenât too fond of me. â
âi SeeâŚNot a criminal but still wanted. Well in that case, I think Iâll go now. Donât want to stop you from getting away. Was nice meeting you whitty. Stay safe!â
*with that, the blob moved towards the nearest wall andâŚphased through itâŚthatâs weird*
âI didnât expect seeing a huge bomb guy. Yet here we are. Nameâs Bobgaming_real2021, or Bob for short. There may be another blob that looks similar to me also named Bob and I just wanna say we are NOTHING alike. I got these sick headphones and he doesnât. Makes me the superior Bob >:).â
*the headphoneâs eyes blink and stare at you*
âSo do you like, make explosions? Or shoot fire? no wait that would be kinda bad since thatâs probably something you should stay away fromâŚespecially when your head is a bomb.â
Whitty shoved his hands into his pockets, fiddling with the inside of the seams of the stitches. He was.. well, disturbed by the eyes. Why would eyes on a pair of headphones need to be able to blink? Let alone stare. It gave him an uneasy feeling he couldnât shake off.
â I do .. sometimes. Itâs better you donât see it, or ⌠be around for it in general. I try not to set random fires ⌠brings too much attention, which is the last thing I want. â
âOh you can? Thatâs pretty cool! I donât got smth like that, but I am basically formless!â
*on cue, they loose their entire shape and became a puddle on the ground. They âstood upâ again, regaining their shape, as a black tentacle forms from their back to scratch their head.*
âsad I wonât see it, I bet it would look awesome. I wonât press furtherâŚthough why do you not attention? You a criminal? Did you get in trouble for your fire? What did you do? Was is bad?â
*they soundâŚoddly enthusiastic with those last statements. Far too much for someone to ask another person. Then again, they arenât really a âpersonâ per se.*
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âI didnât expect seeing a huge bomb guy. Yet here we are. Nameâs Bobgaming_real2021, or Bob for short. There may be another blob that looks similar to me also named Bob and I just wanna say we are NOTHING alike. I got these sick headphones and he doesnât. Makes me the superior Bob >:).â
*the headphoneâs eyes blink and stare at you*
âSo do you like, make explosions? Or shoot fire? no wait that would be kinda bad since thatâs probably something you should stay away fromâŚespecially when your head is a bomb.â
"Well, this is interesting... You seem. different, let alone how you survived that SWORD... that's beyond me..."
// whatever, go my Leer
- @mfsfavhenchmen
Different... that is certainly a way to describe me. But I suppose change is what happens when you embrace what you are and because 'pure' for the Ghostwalker...
[It tills its head with a smile] Wouldn't you agree?
I'm pure hatred. I am pure, aren't loopholes just wonderful?
[They lean closer towards Leer, their grin spreading further]
I want the SWORDS for power! Actually... why am I even answering to you anyways? You're the one following your 'masters' orders like a lost little puppy.
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[Hatred laided in their hotel room, eye closed and light off. They knew the feeling of being watched by this individual quite well. Without even getting up they asked]
*âŚyou couldnât quite make out most of the words that you heard, but two words you did understand*
âLights onâ
*the voice that told you that came from outside. There was indeed a small glob of black goop, waving a tendril outside your window. It was too small to be them. It just kept waving and pointing into a seemingly random corner in your room.*
[Hatred rubs their eyes while briefly wondering if they should ignore it and go back to it's attempt at sleeping. They walk towards the light switch fumbling a little before managing to flip it on]
There I've done as you asked, now what is it you want with me?
*âŚthey were to your left, a small distance away from you, although they have seen better days. They look bad. That perfect whiteâŚwell it isnât skinâŚbut whatever it was, it was loosing its color. Especially where their eyes were. Almost being completely grey on some spots. Their face also looked very unstable, as it would melt away any moment. Although their smile was still plastered on that wet attempt of a face, to look somewhat normal. it just makes them look even worse*
ââŚhey, sorry to uh, intrude right now. Itâs justâŚIâŚâ
*they look away for a bit, clearly second guessing themselves before continuing*
âSeriously, sorry for disturbing you, but itâs justâŚâ
*bob clearly wanted to say something but even getting close made their face go greyer. They tried pushing it back into its place, but it didnât hold its shape*
[Hatred screams their mouth agape as they look him up and down. From what they'd personally witnessed this guy was basically invincible so what on earth could have happened for him to end up like... this?]
âHey, not that loud. itâs something uhâŚrather childishâŚnot- no not reallyâŚitâs simple though I justâŚI missed you*
*they extend an arm towards your direction, before hugging you tightly. They started sobbing, their face completely melting off and revealing a dark grey body underneath. The eyes looked as if someone just use 2 very small paint buckets to splash them on their face and called it a day. They leaned against you andâŚweâre not goopy whatsoever. They were shaking heavily though.*
I missed you a lotâŚ
*they didnât say more. Just holding onto you and sobbing softly*
*âŚHours? Only Hours? They havenât waited for hours. Theyâve waited for days, weeks, MONTHS to talk to them againâŚand yet you were rightâŚBob chose not to say what time they experienced*
(âŚit wasnât hoursâŚ)
âŚI thought Iâd loose you like RonâŚloose you to myselfâŚ
*they grasp you tighter, clearly getting more upset as the continued to mumble*
Like them getting sentient a-a-and then getting youâŚand ending up like h i m andâŚa-and uh-
*they shook more, growing very unstable looking tentacles to wrap around you. While breathing wasnât a requirement for their survival, it did pick up in speed and intensity. They were spiraling. Fast.*
[Hatred let out a small pained noise as they tentacles wrapped around them with far too much force, it hurt. Their chest was aching, each breath faintly hurt.]
B-But I'm here aren't I? Here and vvery much al-live. So- So you don't hhave to worry anymore o-okkay..?
[Hatred voice comes out strained their body weakly squirming, struggling to loosen the tentacles hold. They were trying so hard not to freak out]
*âŚtheir grip loosened, but you were still wrapped up. Although you could just easily break through the tentacles, with how unstable they were*
Sorry I am hurting you itâs justâŚIâŚI donât wanna loose someone like him againâŚnot you, not 0ph33âŚI was scaredâŚscared you would die to them and come back to life and be the same asâŚas thatâŚTHINGâŚI donât- I never meant to-
*the tentacles melted away, leaving only Bob holding onto you. They just hug youâŚstaring into nothingness. They seemed to calm down, but by judging how they still held onto you as if youâd fall down a cliff and how empty they sounded, they were still upset.*
I donât want you to end up like RonâŚI donât want 0ph33 to end up like himâŚIâŚ
*they let go of you but donât stop leaning onto you. The white layer of their body is melting off their âarmsâ, revealing just a pair of floating hands at their tips. But even those disappeared into nowhere. They justâŚstare. Outside the windowâŚ*
[Hatred doesn't really know what to say what could they even say? Comforting wasn't their strong suit... maybe? Slightly shakily they stood clutching their side. They reached for their bag picking it up before returning to Bob's side]
[They dug around in it before pulling out a half eaten blueberry pie and a napkin, they push in front of Bob with a smile]
H-Here..! I know it's not much... but we already know I don't exactly have much to offer in the comforting game.
*bob looked at the pie for a momentâŚbefore smiling. The melted white layer slowly was recovering itself.*
wowâŚwe REALLY are bad at thisâŚboth of us. You at comforting and meâŚwith understanding myself and being honest..hehe
*they reached for the pie with an arm, shoving it into their now somewhat restored face. The pie just phased through, it did leave a colored spot where it entered*
âThanksâŚandâŚsorry for uhâŚbeing a messâŚI uh⌠yeaâŚI just missed you, heroâŚa lotâŚâ
*they wiped their face a bit, before they were fully restored. Although their smile wasnât the same, which is understandable, they were very emotionally charged 1 minute ago.*
âIs it weird to say that Iâm terrible with my own emotionsâŚconsidering you uhâŚare one?â
*their eyes were still a bit wateryâŚif they even contained water in their being*
Maybe I'd simply call it... ironic. That someone so full of emotion is 'friends' with one
[Hatred smiled warmly, it was honestly kinda nice to see him acting normal and not... an emotional mess as he was prior. They stopped their expression shifting as something dawned on them]
You've never told me your name.
[They state plainly, giving him a slight befuddled look]
âWell letâs seeâŚitâs a bit of a long listâ
*Bob pulled out a sheet of paper from out of nowhere and began reading off of it*
- streaming more
- getting a lore rewrite
- 0ph33b0p getting a complete overhaul
- breaking the 4th wall for comedy purposes
- wandering thru some random haunted hotel
- therapy with 0ph33
- flirting lessons with 0ph33 âwhich if you ask me is completely unnecessary because I am already amazing at flirting and reading social cues and signsâ
- lying
- Finishing Education
- lots of drawing and art
- and last but not least: teaching 0ph33 how to get accustomed to being in the year 2026 and not 2010.
- oh and also shapeshifting a lot. âI got really good at itâ :)
âThats probably about it but then again, I may have forgotten to write some things down.â
âRIGHT MY ART! I didnât show you my Halloween costume! You missed that one! Let me find it really quickly uhhhhh, THERE!â
My My! What an expensive list so I guess our times don't move the same...
Well since we last spoke, I haven't really done much. I met a pirate crew and had an slight existential crisis but it's fineee, it's whatever. I gotta get that Firebrand.
[Hatred sighs, narrowing their eyes slighty at Bob]
I must ask... how much time actually passed for you? Because to me it's been four hours at most since we last spoke.
*âŚthey gave that answer incredibly fast while maintaining strong eye contact*
âThough itâs not always like that. Sometimes itâs just a couple of days, other times just a few hours apart. It was justâŚincrediblyâŚlongâŚthis timeâŚthatâs nothing you need to worry about. You just keep collecting swords :)â
âWait i think my tv picked up your signal again at the moment when one of the pirates fell down after you passed them, what the heck happened back there?â
[Hatred rubs their back of their neck, they felt pretty equally freaked out and flattered that he had been keeping track of the exact time they'd "been gone" for]
[Upon hearing his question it thinks before it starts to laugh to itself]
OHHOHO That idiot tried to grab me and touched the Ghostwalker! Idiot dropped dead right there. No idea why your little TV picked that up specifically though...
âoh so where is he now? did you snatch his soul or smth? is he in like, his personal hell? wait itâs a pirate, stretchy arms is gonna have a lot of fun with himâ
*bob snickered at the thought of some poor sap touching a sword and instantly being sent to hell. Though it did hurt like it, they can vouch for it that much*
âAlso uh, the TV has a cooldown on how often I can use it. Yknow, space time travel isnât something I should spam going in and out of a specific location. Do not ask me how I have that in my home, it just- I got it to work, tried to upgrade it once and it almost blew up. Iâm not questioning it anymore than I need toâ
Well more accurately the Ghostwalker stole his soul, Greed probably turned that poor boy into a chew toy!
[Hatred laughs at the mental image, they also decided not to question the concept of an interdimensional TV, time travel makes just as much sense after all]
I do wonder how Wrath is doing... did they take over or is it just gone? Did it truly ever exist if it was a consept made by a consept in a dream world?
âWrath as inâŚa person or- no wait, a place. Makes more sense. UhhhâŚwellllll, if you were in there and you snatched this guyâs bodyâŚthen he should be where he is right nowâŚso letâs say, yes, they are where you last left them. Most of this dream world or mindscape you have in there, is in that Sword. So either itâs a personalized hell or itâs something general.â
*bob went into thought. This was a somewhat interesting question*
âOk letâs go with the 1st. In this case, they would still be there. Itâs THEIR mindscape. So as long as they exist, wrath would exist tooâŚif itâs the second, there should probably be a larger number of bodies or souls around. Since uhâŚyknow. The sword just snatches themâ
âso to confirm your thought: is there a larger number of souls justâŚaround? If no, its personal, meaning you are one in a million chance of existing, like everyone else. If yes, then you, as a concept, are omnipresent. Existing dormant in everyone and everything, until they touch that swordâ
âPlus itâs just a human that died like everyone else to that sword, you should have nothin to worry about. Plus plus you probably just go back into the sword when you die. Since yknow, you canât kill HATRED as a concept, or else kindness wonât exist either.â
*âŚ*
âhey, Donât give me that look, I watch a lot of game theory videos n stuff. Itâs fun and educational, it helps me for these situations, ok?â
*they have a bit of a pouty face. Even if you didnât say anything, they still somewhat felt judged.*
... [Hatred continues to just stare at you, being alive like this is so weird and feeling more then they were designed for is so uncomfortable...]
If I'm just a consept could I truly be considered real? Am I truly capable of thought or am I just an extention of this body and mind? Could I even be considered a person..?
[They look off to the side] Besides their still in there, somewhere and they want out...
[Hatred buried their head into their knees before reaching out to grab your hand, holding it tightly in their own]
âWell, you are real to me. Very real. And hey, you got goals, dreams and your own feelings despite literally being one yourself.â
*bob sat themselves next to you, a warm smile on their face*
âand even if you arenâtâŚenjoy this. All of it. The fears, the sadness, the joy. The feeling of eating food or someone elseâs touch. The it wonât matter if you are real or not. Everything you experience is to you. I think that matters most.â
*they wanted to make an example by listing some theories about the whole world just being a simulation or a game and how it may parallel them, but they decided not to. Probably would make them more upset*
âand about themâŚthey survived up until you. Something tells me they will still be around when all is said and done.â
[Hatred nods taking in your words carefully, they understand almost painfully well but it still doesn't change these stubborn feelings]
Logically I understand your points perfectly but I still don't feel real... does that make any sense to you?
[They turn their head towards you with a frown, they felt so exhausted and drained after everything... this body really needs to rest more then they'd originally thought...]
âMmâŚsomewhat, yea. Sometimes you just start questioning yourself. A lot. And thatâs fine. Maybe thereâs something that you think of right now, but maybe later youâll notice and that thing might help you feel more likeâŚwell, yourself. More real. Maybe you are starting to discover yourself beyond what you were before. This can be scary, yes but maybe you get to be someone you consider real. If what Iâm saying makes sense to youâ
*bob yawned. Having conversations about personal feelings is incredibly draining. Or they talked for a while. Who knows?*
âalright, closing thoughts. Iâm pretty tired and you donât look much better. Try to find something or someone that can help you feel real. There is definitely something. Even if you donât know it yet.â
*bob gave you a good hug. They wouldâve fallen asleep in an instant, of they didnât catch themselves in time*
âWoah ok yeaâŚvery tiredâŚjeez. We have been talking for a while.â
[Hatred laided in their hotel room, eye closed and light off. They knew the feeling of being watched by this individual quite well. Without even getting up they asked]
*âŚyou couldnât quite make out most of the words that you heard, but two words you did understand*
âLights onâ
*the voice that told you that came from outside. There was indeed a small glob of black goop, waving a tendril outside your window. It was too small to be them. It just kept waving and pointing into a seemingly random corner in your room.*
[Hatred rubs their eyes while briefly wondering if they should ignore it and go back to it's attempt at sleeping. They walk towards the light switch fumbling a little before managing to flip it on]
There I've done as you asked, now what is it you want with me?
*âŚthey were to your left, a small distance away from you, although they have seen better days. They look bad. That perfect whiteâŚwell it isnât skinâŚbut whatever it was, it was loosing its color. Especially where their eyes were. Almost being completely grey on some spots. Their face also looked very unstable, as it would melt away any moment. Although their smile was still plastered on that wet attempt of a face, to look somewhat normal. it just makes them look even worse*
ââŚhey, sorry to uh, intrude right now. Itâs justâŚIâŚâ
*they look away for a bit, clearly second guessing themselves before continuing*
âSeriously, sorry for disturbing you, but itâs justâŚâ
*bob clearly wanted to say something but even getting close made their face go greyer. They tried pushing it back into its place, but it didnât hold its shape*
[Hatred screams their mouth agape as they look him up and down. From what they'd personally witnessed this guy was basically invincible so what on earth could have happened for him to end up like... this?]
âHey, not that loud. itâs something uhâŚrather childishâŚnot- no not reallyâŚitâs simple though I justâŚI missed you*
*they extend an arm towards your direction, before hugging you tightly. They started sobbing, their face completely melting off and revealing a dark grey body underneath. The eyes looked as if someone just use 2 very small paint buckets to splash them on their face and called it a day. They leaned against you andâŚweâre not goopy whatsoever. They were shaking heavily though.*
I missed you a lotâŚ
*they didnât say more. Just holding onto you and sobbing softly*
*âŚHours? Only Hours? They havenât waited for hours. Theyâve waited for days, weeks, MONTHS to talk to them againâŚand yet you were rightâŚBob chose not to say what time they experienced*
(âŚit wasnât hoursâŚ)
âŚI thought Iâd loose you like RonâŚloose you to myselfâŚ
*they grasp you tighter, clearly getting more upset as the continued to mumble*
Like them getting sentient a-a-and then getting youâŚand ending up like h i m andâŚa-and uh-
*they shook more, growing very unstable looking tentacles to wrap around you. While breathing wasnât a requirement for their survival, it did pick up in speed and intensity. They were spiraling. Fast.*
[Hatred let out a small pained noise as they tentacles wrapped around them with far too much force, it hurt. Their chest was aching, each breath faintly hurt.]
B-But I'm here aren't I? Here and vvery much al-live. So- So you don't hhave to worry anymore o-okkay..?
[Hatred voice comes out strained their body weakly squirming, struggling to loosen the tentacles hold. They were trying so hard not to freak out]
*âŚtheir grip loosened, but you were still wrapped up. Although you could just easily break through the tentacles, with how unstable they were*
Sorry I am hurting you itâs justâŚIâŚI donât wanna loose someone like him againâŚnot you, not 0ph33âŚI was scaredâŚscared you would die to them and come back to life and be the same asâŚas thatâŚTHINGâŚI donât- I never meant to-
*the tentacles melted away, leaving only Bob holding onto you. They just hug youâŚstaring into nothingness. They seemed to calm down, but by judging how they still held onto you as if youâd fall down a cliff and how empty they sounded, they were still upset.*
I donât want you to end up like RonâŚI donât want 0ph33 to end up like himâŚIâŚ
*they let go of you but donât stop leaning onto you. The white layer of their body is melting off their âarmsâ, revealing just a pair of floating hands at their tips. But even those disappeared into nowhere. They justâŚstare. Outside the windowâŚ*
[Hatred doesn't really know what to say what could they even say? Comforting wasn't their strong suit... maybe? Slightly shakily they stood clutching their side. They reached for their bag picking it up before returning to Bob's side]
[They dug around in it before pulling out a half eaten blueberry pie and a napkin, they push in front of Bob with a smile]
H-Here..! I know it's not much... but we already know I don't exactly have much to offer in the comforting game.
*bob looked at the pie for a momentâŚbefore smiling. The melted white layer slowly was recovering itself.*
wowâŚwe REALLY are bad at thisâŚboth of us. You at comforting and meâŚwith understanding myself and being honest..hehe
*they reached for the pie with an arm, shoving it into their now somewhat restored face. The pie just phased through, it did leave a colored spot where it entered*
âThanksâŚandâŚsorry for uhâŚbeing a messâŚI uh⌠yeaâŚI just missed you, heroâŚa lotâŚâ
*they wiped their face a bit, before they were fully restored. Although their smile wasnât the same, which is understandable, they were very emotionally charged 1 minute ago.*
âIs it weird to say that Iâm terrible with my own emotionsâŚconsidering you uhâŚare one?â
*their eyes were still a bit wateryâŚif they even contained water in their being*
Maybe I'd simply call it... ironic. That someone so full of emotion is 'friends' with one
[Hatred smiled warmly, it was honestly kinda nice to see him acting normal and not... an emotional mess as he was prior. They stopped their expression shifting as something dawned on them]
You've never told me your name.
[They state plainly, giving him a slight befuddled look]
âWell letâs seeâŚitâs a bit of a long listâ
*Bob pulled out a sheet of paper from out of nowhere and began reading off of it*
- streaming more
- getting a lore rewrite
- 0ph33b0p getting a complete overhaul
- breaking the 4th wall for comedy purposes
- wandering thru some random haunted hotel
- therapy with 0ph33
- flirting lessons with 0ph33 âwhich if you ask me is completely unnecessary because I am already amazing at flirting and reading social cues and signsâ
- lying
- Finishing Education
- lots of drawing and art
- and last but not least: teaching 0ph33 how to get accustomed to being in the year 2026 and not 2010.
- oh and also shapeshifting a lot. âI got really good at itâ :)
âThats probably about it but then again, I may have forgotten to write some things down.â
âRIGHT MY ART! I didnât show you my Halloween costume! You missed that one! Let me find it really quickly uhhhhh, THERE!â
My My! What an expensive list so I guess our times don't move the same...
Well since we last spoke, I haven't really done much. I met a pirate crew and had an slight existential crisis but it's fineee, it's whatever. I gotta get that Firebrand.
[Hatred sighs, narrowing their eyes slighty at Bob]
I must ask... how much time actually passed for you? Because to me it's been four hours at most since we last spoke.
*âŚthey gave that answer incredibly fast while maintaining strong eye contact*
âThough itâs not always like that. Sometimes itâs just a couple of days, other times just a few hours apart. It was justâŚincrediblyâŚlongâŚthis timeâŚthatâs nothing you need to worry about. You just keep collecting swords :)â
âWait i think my tv picked up your signal again at the moment when one of the pirates fell down after you passed them, what the heck happened back there?â
[Hatred rubs their back of their neck, they felt pretty equally freaked out and flattered that he had been keeping track of the exact time they'd "been gone" for]
[Upon hearing his question it thinks before it starts to laugh to itself]
OHHOHO That idiot tried to grab me and touched the Ghostwalker! Idiot dropped dead right there. No idea why your little TV picked that up specifically though...
âoh so where is he now? did you snatch his soul or smth? is he in like, his personal hell? wait itâs a pirate, stretchy arms is gonna have a lot of fun with himâ
*bob snickered at the thought of some poor sap touching a sword and instantly being sent to hell. Though it did hurt like it, they can vouch for it that much*
âAlso uh, the TV has a cooldown on how often I can use it. Yknow, space time travel isnât something I should spam going in and out of a specific location. Do not ask me how I have that in my home, it just- I got it to work, tried to upgrade it once and it almost blew up. Iâm not questioning it anymore than I need toâ
Well more accurately the Ghostwalker stole his soul, Greed probably turned that poor boy into a chew toy!
[Hatred laughs at the mental image, they also decided not to question the concept of an interdimensional TV, time travel makes just as much sense after all]
I do wonder how Wrath is doing... did they take over or is it just gone? Did it truly ever exist if it was a consept made by a consept in a dream world?
âWrath as inâŚa person or- no wait, a place. Makes more sense. UhhhâŚwellllll, if you were in there and you snatched this guyâs bodyâŚthen he should be where he is right nowâŚso letâs say, yes, they are where you last left them. Most of this dream world or mindscape you have in there, is in that Sword. So either itâs a personalized hell or itâs something general.â
*bob went into thought. This was a somewhat interesting question*
âOk letâs go with the 1st. In this case, they would still be there. Itâs THEIR mindscape. So as long as they exist, wrath would exist tooâŚif itâs the second, there should probably be a larger number of bodies or souls around. Since uhâŚyknow. The sword just snatches themâ
âso to confirm your thought: is there a larger number of souls justâŚaround? If no, its personal, meaning you are one in a million chance of existing, like everyone else. If yes, then you, as a concept, are omnipresent. Existing dormant in everyone and everything, until they touch that swordâ
âPlus itâs just a human that died like everyone else to that sword, you should have nothin to worry about. Plus plus you probably just go back into the sword when you die. Since yknow, you canât kill HATRED as a concept, or else kindness wonât exist either.â
*âŚ*
âhey, Donât give me that look, I watch a lot of game theory videos n stuff. Itâs fun and educational, it helps me for these situations, ok?â
*they have a bit of a pouty face. Even if you didnât say anything, they still somewhat felt judged.*
... [Hatred continues to just stare at you, being alive like this is so weird and feeling more then they were designed for is so uncomfortable...]
If I'm just a consept could I truly be considered real? Am I truly capable of thought or am I just an extention of this body and mind? Could I even be considered a person..?
[They look off to the side] Besides their still in there, somewhere and they want out...
[Hatred buried their head into their knees before reaching out to grab your hand, holding it tightly in their own]
âWell, you are real to me. Very real. And hey, you got goals, dreams and your own feelings despite literally being one yourself.â
*bob sat themselves next to you, a warm smile on their face*
âand even if you arenâtâŚenjoy this. All of it. The fears, the sadness, the joy. The feeling of eating food or someone elseâs touch. The it wonât matter if you are real or not. Everything you experience is to you. I think that matters most.â
*they wanted to make an example by listing some theories about the whole world just being a simulation or a game and how it may parallel them, but they decided not to. Probably would make them more upset*
âand about themâŚthey survived up until you. Something tells me they will still be around when all is said and done.â
[Hatred nods taking in your words carefully, they understand almost painfully well but it still doesn't change these stubborn feelings]
Logically I understand your points perfectly but I still don't feel real... does that make any sense to you?
[They turn their head towards you with a frown, they felt so exhausted and drained after everything... this body really needs to rest more then they'd originally thought...]
âMmâŚsomewhat, yea. Sometimes you just start questioning yourself. A lot. And thatâs fine. Maybe thereâs something that you think of right now, but maybe later youâll notice and that thing might help you feel more likeâŚwell, yourself. More real. Maybe you are starting to discover yourself beyond what you were before. This can be scary, yes but maybe you get to be someone you consider real. If what Iâm saying makes sense to youâ
*bob yawned. Having conversations about personal feelings is incredibly draining. Or they talked for a while. Who knows?*
âalright, closing thoughts. Iâm pretty tired and you donât look much better. Try to find something or someone that can help you feel real. There is definitely something. Even if you donât know it yet.â
*bob gave you a good hug. They wouldâve fallen asleep in an instant, of they didnât catch themselves in time*
âWoah ok yeaâŚvery tiredâŚjeez. We have been talking for a while.â
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