frouse flies

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frouse flies... are they frog shaped house flies or- /silly

another doodle of this guy. my personal hero ❤ /ij

this is how you do it right (shitpost i swear i dont draw him like that)

Sincerely, from Discord and now to Tumblr /silly

^ doodles i made when i was bored

so

smii7y has four eyes, not two. he has two extra eyes right where his legs and torso connect—which is a reference to how people say a third eye means you can see everything yada yada smii7y is a prediction master more yada and there are four eyes because its like hes breaking the fourth wall. pun! get it? ha

robot smii7y used to be in space with john (heavenly bodies reference) and they would explore planets together (lethal company reference). then smii7y and john crashed on earth. this also means there's a robot john but i don't feel like drawing him lol

he and john originally did work similar to teardown missions to make a living until they met other members of frouse!!

while john has cryo powers, smii7y has pyro powers. ooh he's gonna have fire abilities wooah

smii7y being a robot is why he could understand the treadmill. he knows it's after him

oh and smii7y's "heart" is visible cause you can see the box on his torso, but it's an emotions chip. totally a reference to karen's emotion chip from the plankton movie

would you still love me if i was a robot milkbag

The buzz of the moon roared with his own chest, heart cracking under every beat, fuzz lining the corners of his vision. Pezzy weakly lifted his head, only to thud the dead weight back against the door.

He didn't know what happened. He had padded out of his room and into the hall, phone glowing in the dark pinches of night, and then the world's axis leveled in on itself in a way he didn't know how. Wispy breaths escaped from his throat. His legs tethered themselves to the ground from an invisible whisper of air that sounded like a death threat if he were to move.

Pezzy shuddered in a breath. He flexed his fingers, skin feeling stretched out and exposed, and counted to ten. He repeated the repitition in his head, mind unconsciously racing through the numbers to match his pulse.

A door creaking crashed the suffocating silence. He could make up the faint mechanical whirring at the sound of robotic eyes clicking and darting around. Still, Pezzy didn't look up.