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howdy local gamers ! my name is ISAAC ( he / they / clown / it ) ! this is an indie , semi - selective , hc based matthew patrick ( + egos ) rp blog , est. july 2016 ! just to make it clear , consider this more so a roleplay account based on the internet persona of matthew rather than the real person .

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✦ . ⁺[ ABOUT MATT ] [ ABOUT MUN ] [ RULES ] [ VERSES ] [ MEMES ]⁺ . ✦

for those who don’t want to , there is a small synopsis of everything you need to know about roleplaying with me below the cut as well !

his 'brain' wasn't too focused on his diagnostics , the warnings that flashed when he moved to sharp or blinked too fast nor the sharp scrapes he'd occasionally feel following , it was enraptured to be around not only a human , not only a human seeking a companion , but his very creator being the one who wanted it . his motherboard could melt with the heat the notion produced in his fragile frame , fans kicking into high gear as fran happily commends his choice in name with nothing but an elated grin . fingers made of whatever scraps of latex and plastic francis' could find shift and flex , green eyes only breaking their gaze so he can really take in the new life he had been gifted . faux fingers touch along shifting chest plates and rounded out features , and he can't help the grainy chuckle that tumbles from his lips . " could-couldn't have slimmed me do-down ? " that chuckle devolves into a titter , a noise that makes his voice box pop and crackle until it dies down . matthias' head cocked at the mention of needing help up , much like a curious dog , before giving a sweet smile and a shake of his head .

" no-no way , fran . with-with what you've given me-me , i can't ask for mo-more help ! " matt snickers , palms pressing into the concrete as his legs creak and scrape to bend to give him leverage and straighten back out again . all in all , despite the horrific auditory sensation of metal grinding and bolts catching , the process was fairly smooth . he stands very straight , posture inhumanly still as his chim dips down to look at francis . before the raven can even be asked if he wants help , matthias is already providing it , steady footing making it easy to grab fran by the wrists and pulling him to stand . " it's amazing to meet-meet you . i-i don't think i could-could express that ENOUGH ! " one hand lets go of the scientist , but the other lingers , green eyes holding steady as he waited patiently for francis . " please , don't let me h-hold us back , show me o-our home ! " matthias only knew to be a companion , something kind and understanding . this breathes to every action of his as he dutifully follows fran around to be shown the warehouse . no matter how dull or extreme the item or facility shown , he expresses the same vibrancy if not grander to each . " i-i get to live here with-with you , right ? " the android had interjected at some point , an almost . . . hopeful looks in his eyes as he awaited francis' answer . if he were to be someone else's , that would be fine as long as he was able to help ! but , man , he would miss francis . . .

her voice sings in the distance, pitched with a teasing tone. however, despite the previous distance, she seems to appear right before his eyes--as if she were there the entire time. his gaze is coy, as is his smile--clearly, he hadn't come for a fight, but that didn't mean madison wouldn't start one.

"i come with a gift. here you are."

and just like she had, a bloodied body--already chopped into separate pieces, how sweet--appears on the floor in between them. there's even a nightingale flower next to its head, shockingly pristine in condition.

her grin widens as she clasps her hands together. "even sniffed out for a certain blood type that you like. don't say i never give you anything!"

" marionneeeee . . . "

a sing-song tone is met with vicious indifference , hazel eyes quickly looking to see the creature in distance that nowadays seemed ever looming . god forbid he blink , look away , consider taking his eyes off of mare , because it seems that only leads it to come closer . like a weeping angel . the frown on his face is immeasurable ; sure , he wasn't going to start a fight , not when one wasn't being presented . it was so rare for marionet to not come at madison with barred teeth and clenched fists , to not bite at his frayed skin and mawl his beaten frame , so this once he would keep his disdain under wraps . for this once he would allow a moment to drop his everlasting guard .

" a gift ? why would you -- " his disbelief is suspended by actual gore spawning near his feet . his lips seal into a contemplative frown , brows tilting upwards , and a pleased hum sounding from behind closed teeth . well , a gift it was . the odd bits of romantic flair did not go unnoticed , nose crinkling and eyes narrowing at the untouched flower , the almost delicate array of organs and flesh . the brunet turned to look at the raven , tongue running along his teeth before his features split into a grin equally coy and curious . " ah , i S E E . " mads chuckles , head tilting as he eyed the gleaming pieces . " now , this is very thoughtful , mare ; but , here , be a dear and put this somewhere more manageable for me . personally , i cook my meat . don't want that nasty kuru disease to cramp my style . " oh , wow . an invitation to dinner ? how often was it that mare could find herself on the end of this deal . " i've got a deep freezer , you bring , i package . i'll even cook you something as a treat , hm ? " he wastes no time to pocket the pristine flower as he walks by , ensuring not to make a huge spectacle of his enjoyment in receiving such a thoughtful gift .

"you're awake!" he cheers, finally giving his creation a little room to breathe as he settles on his haunches ( knees be damned ). "don't you worry--you're perfectly safe here. can you tell me your name?"

a small test to see if they were truly in working order... not that he'd given a proper name, or anything.

( hee hee ho ho perfectly normal scientist and perfectly normal ai. this will go SPLENDIDLY in the long run!!! )

he's a one of a kind . sure , he's not perfect . he has a handful of defects , error messages on start up , his wiring smells like it's burning despite no smoke being present . in the eyes of most , matthias patrokalis would be considered trash . a failure . another project to stuff into the bin and start all over again on ; yet , green optics zone in on brown ones that seem far too keen on keeping him as a marvel . matt's optics narrow and flex , brows knotting together as he tried to use what little database he had to identify who it was who had booted him up . who it was that had given him life . latex fingers flex and squeak , an iron throat constricts as if trying to swallow , and it looks up to it's creator with a large , boundless smile . programmed to be a companion . programmed to be kind . programmed to be happy . his voice sounds as if the voice box had been retrieved from a waterlogged doll , clear enough to be understood , but with a distinct warble and crackle that faintly infected his words .

" y-you're awake ! " he quips back , a tittering laughter hanging on his tongue that eases into a groan as it slowly rises to sit up . matthias' head tilts as he takes in the scenery , eyes landing back onto francis . his motherboard and CPU run through every instance of himself and the person before him when asked a question , brows knotting hard as he finally churned out an answer a hefty 10 seconds later ( much like a slowly loading computer page ) . " h-h-hello !! my name is matthias patrokalis mk1 , but you-- you can call me matt ! what's you-- ? " his signature introduction comes to a startling halt , smiling stretching across his face as his hands fold in his lap and gaze adverts to his surroundings . " you-- you wanted me to pick a name , r-right , fran-francis ? " uh oh , programming a memory bank and some form of sentience into a mechanical being may not have been francis' grandest idea , but he'd certainly find his lowliness solved tenfold . it leans forward to close some of the distance francis' had made , intrigue on it's features as a thoughtful smile came across his face .

" call-- call me matt . c-can i call you ' fran ' ? "

he snorts at her reaction , brows both cocking in immense intrigue at the venom that seeped from her words . anna had put up with a LOT of madison’s bad deeds , cleaned them , cleared them , erased them ; anything from child murder to cannibalism was happily written over by the redhead , but it seemed nate was suddenly where the line in the sand was DRAWN . that notion lit a fire beneath mads that was fueled by two things : curiosity , and jealousy . he would be a fool to not notice how the pair gawked at each other , how it seemed this perfect little ‘ dream wife ‘ nestled herself into a portion of nathan’s reclusive heart that the brunet had sought ‘ keeps ‘ on . a portion meant for h i s consumption . it disgusted him . the extent of which he would never comprehend , or as to why it did . in his mind , he staked claimed on nathan a LONG time ago , annalise was simply butting in .

so , consider himself mostly unsurprised by the woman’s reaction as he holds out to her nathan’s jacket with a now coy grin spreading across his features . “ what ? he was looking where he shouldn’t have ! “ the brunet titters and puts the cloth in her hands despite her wishes , simply waving her anger off . “ now , now , i didn’t kill him ! don’t get so mad raggedy ann ! “ madison scoffs , turning on his heel to retrieve his hat as well . “ i just assumed since you two have been so close recently that you wouldn’t mind delivering these back to nate . “ his face falls eerily flat , tongue running along the back of his teeth behind closed lips with a feverish hunger . “ unless . . . you would that is . color me surprised if so , but , “ he tsks , gloves free hand tapping a finger to his lips , “ perhaps you don’t wanna come on too strong . “ he chuckles , something dark as hat is placed on top of the jacket . “ i wouldn’t stress it too much if i were you , he tends to like strong . beating around the bush leads to . . . miscommunications , we’ll call them . “

his inflection makes it seems as if he’s known nate long , too long , and far too well . especially for employer and employee ; but , truly madison’s mind twisted their connection to something far deeper , something far worse . “ but , if you need to know so that you don’t bite my head off , i simply . . . knocked him out ! as for the clothes ? well , “ he sucks airs through his teeth , giving a faux grimace and shrug , “ what can i say ? men will be men , right ? i think he should just be lucky i let him keep his whole uniform . “ mads scoffs , finally completely redirecting his gaze from the hostile woman before him . “ you look like you need a smoke , step out for a five and come back when you’ve cooled off . “