🎭Gangle🎭

*hands u a Zooble plush*

“T-there’s plushes of us-?”

[Gangle took the plush, tilting her head at it.]

“Aw, it’s kind of cute though..! T-thank you.”

*hands u a Zooble plush*

“T-there’s plushes of us-?”

[Gangle took the plush, tilting her head at it.]

“Aw, it’s kind of cute though..! T-thank you.”

“Hey, Kinger. I um…I drew you in my notebook, if you would like to see it!”

[She held it up for him to grab, a shaky smile lingering as always. Hopefully he liked it! She hadn’t talked to the chess piece much, so she was a little nervous to hear what he would say- even if it would probably be some nonsense, judging from the little she did know.]

[On the page there were a few different drawings; one of just Kinger, one with him and a bunch of butterflies in a flower field, one with him and Ragatha, and a few other smaller doodles- the only notable one being a scratched out attempt at drawing him on a chess board.]

“I- I don’t know much about butterflies, so I just drew a bunch of monarchs…maybe that’s sorta fitting? I hope you like it.”

[The poor chess piece's shoulders still tensed up as he felt the tap, at least this time he didn't scream. He turned around and his bottom eyelids lifted excitedly, being able to recognise her]

Hi Gangle! You what for me?

[He asked while doing the royal wave to her. He leaned over to look at what she's holding then paused. Shaky hands reached out to take the notebook away from her ribbon hands. Suddenly he came to his senses that Gangle had drawn him. Using his free hand, he attempted to make a shadow to cover his eyes. Of course with artificial lighting he couldn't quite get the effect.]

[Kinger's right eye attempted to space out but he squinted them, forcing himself to keep focus, despite how much it ached in his head. He finally ended up holding it with both hands, trembling at the detailed drawings and even the depiction of the butterflies. He ran a finger through the pages containing the drawings.]

Wow.. Gangle this is great. I.. wow.

[Words weren't his forte. His blue eyes scanned over the notebook multiple times. Lifting his head, he stared her in the eyes, a mixture of gratefulness and confusion.]

Thank you. Can I.. keep? It?

[He questioned her, unsure if he could get the art from her or if she was far too shy to give it to her. Kinger's pupils remained on the monarch butterflies..]

Gangle.. do you know that monarch butterflies represent resilience and the soul’s journey?

It reminds me of.. you, in a way.

[Hearing his voice change to a softer one caught her off guard, seeming a little less scared at the quiet tone.]

“Y-you like it..?”

[Gangle smiled, standing up a little taller.]

“Of course you can keep it..! I made it for you. A-and I’d be happy to draw more for you in the future!- um, if you want.”

[She tilted her head at the fact. She didn’t know much about butterflies at all, much less their meanings. The ‘monarch’ butterfly meaning resilience made sense, she supposed. They’re very bright and inspirational and, well, ‘monarchs’…wait, what was that about her?]

“Huh-? Oh, n-no, I’m not really a resilient person. I-I mean, Jax pushes me around everyday so easily and I n-never fight back or anything so…I think you m-mean Pomni or Ragatha, they’re really resilient.”

[She gave a weak smile, wiping a comically large tear off her mask. She knew she was pretty weak willed, it’s why she listened to everything Jax said, isn’t it? But that’s okay! Not everyone can be strong…]

[She flinched at the yelling, covering her eyes for just a moment before returning to normal. It wasn’t unusual for Kinger to randomly yell, but she still never got used to it…]

“Y-your fortress..? Why- oh-!”

[Gangle wasn’t hard to catch off guard, especially if Jax wasn’t around to make her worried. She quickly got over it though, following closely behind Kinger, reassuring him that dropping the notebook was fine- it wasn’t fragile. During the walk she wasn’t paying much attention, more-so thinking about Kinger’s slightly different behavior for that moment. It was nice…she should definitely draw for him more! Not that anything was wrong with this Kinger, they’re both nice to have around.]

[She sat down a few feet away from Kinger, looking around at the pillow fort. In the past she’d had the funny idea that Kinger was hiding some sort of secret lair in here since she never had gone in, but this made a lot more sense. A calm, quiet place to be alone in the chaos of the circus…she didn’t know such a place existed.]

[Once Kinger began speaking again, she listened intently, tilting her head up at him and taking mental notes of every word, idly wiping away A tear or two. He seemed so much more aware, more…intelligent? She wasn’t sure how to describe it, it was fascinating- almost like seeing an entirely new person.]

“I…I suppose. But isn’t being emotional also a bad thing..? I’m unable t-to handle the things that happen, and my mask breaks, then I’m like…this everyday.”

[Gangle gave a nod, assuring him that he was fine once again. It was hard to express without her comedy mask, but how much Kinger seemed to like and appreciate her art made her very happy. Others liking her art always filled her with joy, it was a big part of her so she held it close. Of course, the only signs of this were her tears regenerating a bit slower and her ever-so-slightly straighter posture.]

[A few theories about the Kings sudden…lucidity did fill her mind. Maybe the craziness was a partial act to keep himself sane? If so it was certainly effective, considering how long he’d been here…or maybe all of the noise of the circus made him unable to think clearly- it was a lot at times. However, for the most part she was too fixated on his words to connect any real dots.]

“Th-thank you…”

[She perked up a bit at the mention of drawing, quickly grabbing her notebook.]

“That would be nice..! And d-don’t worry, I like seeing what people make, even if they don’t have much experience.”

[She echoed, glancing back at Kinger for a moment.]

“Hehe, I c-can see it.”

[She smiled, focusing on her drawing once more. Truthfully they’d look a lot better if she had a more ‘normal’ body, but in her years here she learned to make the ribbons work. Sometimes she still ended up accidentally drawing a line through her art when putting too much pressure though…]

[Gangle stayed focused on her drawing the entire time. It was of her and Zooble in a small cafe. The characters clearly had more attention to detail than the background, since it was just a small doodle, but even then it all looked great. If there’s one thing she liked about herself, it was her artistic skill.]

[She looked up at the drawing, a short, quiet laugh being all that escaped. Even if it wasn’t drawn very well, she still liked to see it! Everyone’s art had meaning, it was a piece of themselves, and that’s wonderful. Stick figures or the Mona Lisa, it’s human. A nice way to remind herself of that in this digital world.]

“H-here, I can show you how I draw bugs!”

[Gangle shifted around a bit so Kinger could see her notebook as she was drawing, flipping to a new page and sketching out moths in multiple different poses, though some ended up looking a little more like butterflies.]

“That sounds pretty…”

[She leaned closer to his paper, both to see what he was drawing and hear him through the mumbling. While the drawing wasn’t very ‘clean,’ she was able to tell the details Kinger was trying to draw, memorizing them so she could replicate it later. Kinger would like that, right?]

“D-do you have a favorite bug..?”

[Surely the king of bugs had a favorite. He knew so much about them all- so which one did he see as the best? That got her curious! Whatever he thought somehow surpassed all the others he was bound to have a good reason for.]

[She stayed quiet, scared to interrupt his train of thought. He had a wife in the circus..? Gangle always assumed everyone who arrived here were strangers, but to have someone so close to you before this digital prison, then having to watch them lose their mind…she couldn’t imagine it. Kinger must’ve seen everything in his time here. How has he lasted this long? She felt bad seeing him cry, she didn’t mean to bring up memories but…at least it seems like they were happy ones.]

[However he’d remained after all this time, she was glad to have him here now. After today she felt like she had another person she could trust- another genuine, kind, person.]

“I…”

[She wiped a tear off her mask at his final sentence, smiling up at him.]

“You- you know, I think your wife would be happy and proud to know you’re still…here after all this time. H-helping people and being so nice…”

[She laughed softly, glancing to the side.]

“A-And it sounds to me like you have a favorite too, even if you don’t think so.”

[Kinger feeling ‘less threatened’ by butterflies technically means he thinks a little higher of them than other bugs, right? She’d keep that in mind.]

[She was trying to be a little positive and reassuring, even if it wasn’t her specialty. It was the least she could do, right? Kinger’s being so nice, and one of the first sane things he said to her was that she was ‘resilient’, a huge compliment in her mind. She’d believed the exact opposite but…maybe she was wrong?]

[The pillow fort felt really nice, honestly. She felt a lot more relaxed in this darkness and the only other sound to occupy it being Kinger. Even when he was being ‘crazy’ he was one of the circus members she liked more. Aside from the sudden reactions or loud yelling, he never really did anything that bothered her. Now though..? Well, at the least she’d probably go out of her way to talk to him more.]

“Um- they can do that..? I thought they couldn’t bite that hard.”

[Gangle didn’t outwardly react very much to physical affection, but it did seem to calm her down a little. The regeneration of her tears slowed down, and she stopped fidgeting with her ribbons as much.]

“Wha-..? Butterflies can’t have teeth to bite, but moths can? I thought they were almost the same…a-aside from moths being attracted to light, I guess.”

[She looked down and began fidgeting with her ribbon hands again, not expecting to have the focus on her. She was happy just listening to all of these strange facts, even if she’d probably never be fond of bugs herself. Talking wasn’t a strength of hers, far from it.]

“I just…don’t have much to say, t-that’s all.”

[She grabbed her sketchbook again and started flipping through the pages, keeping it close enough to be hard to see until she got to the one she wanted.]

“N-not anything to say, really, aside from my drawings…um, here’s the page where I tried to draw some horses for Ragatha. They’re not that bad, b-but I like drawing people more…also I didn’t have a reference.”

[Gangle flipped to a new page, tapping her eraser against it as she thought out loud a few ideas for a knight that could fit in this place. Maybe with a cloak of some sort? No, that wouldn’t fit a knight very well. It could be different from the usual chess piece design, having similar patterns to one of the horses, like Kinger said! Some fictional knights had capes, if she remembered right (which was very up for debate), so something with that…]

[For a while she got to work, sketching a few different versions- most of which got scratched out- and voicing her thoughts as she made each design. Eventually she landed on one she liked: the chess piece itself had a white stripe to the nose with a few white spots on its body, similar to an earlier horse. It also had a removable helmet with an attached cape. They were made to be a bit small, saving her from overcomplicating the design.]

“I…I think this one is good! What do you thi-“

[She turned around, only then noticing Kinger had fallen asleep. She just smiled, setting the sketchbook to the side to show Kinger later. It was probably almost “night” anyway, so it was about time she left.]

[…Though outside, she could hear Jax messing with Ragatha. Now that she thought about it, Jax never touched the pillow fort, did he? Made sense, not like he’d get much of a reaction from Kinger. Maybe she could just stay in here a few hours until he went to his room…Kinger wouldn’t mind, right?]

[She adjusted to lay down on the other side of the pillow fort, making sure not to knock over any pillows or block the exit. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep with the relative quiet and darkness making it easier.]

[She’d consider this a good day.]

[Even from a distance she managed to be startled, the sound of something shattering following her shriek. She sighed and ignored the happy mask on the floor- it’d been so fragile lately it was practically useless- and walked over to the screaming chess piece.]

[It didn’t take long for her to emerge from behind a blue wall, quietly walking over.]

“I’m…here Kinger, y-you can stop shouting. What did you need..?”

[She rubbed the side of her mask, only mildly bothered by the loud sound. She was used to it by now. Once she registered who was in front of her, she finally perked up a little.]

“Oh! Hey, Zooble..!”

GANGLE, there you are! Zooble was searching for you!

[He shouted her name once more but unlike the previous moment didn't scream it out. He held back, for everyone's sakes. Kinger held his hands together, happy to see them united, almost like they were separated for ages, causing him to wipe an invisible tear. Of course that wasn't true, only part of the King's nonsense.]

oh hey gangle.

[i waved at them, my antenna twitching slightly, picking up the happy mask pieces that had broken, saints we need caine again.]

“I was just drawing, nothing i-interesting.”

[She’d abandoned her sketchbook a bit ago in favor of sitting around, no ideas striking her at the moment, but it was mostly true. Not like she’d done much since then.]

“Hey, Kinger. I um…I drew you in my notebook, if you would like to see it!”

[She held it up for him to grab, a shaky smile lingering as always. Hopefully he liked it! She hadn’t talked to the chess piece much, so she was a little nervous to hear what he would say- even if it would probably be some nonsense, judging from the little she did know.]

[On the page there were a few different drawings; one of just Kinger, one with him and a bunch of butterflies in a flower field, one with him and Ragatha, and a few other smaller doodles- the only notable one being a scratched out attempt at drawing him on a chess board.]

“I- I don’t know much about butterflies, so I just drew a bunch of monarchs…maybe that’s sorta fitting? I hope you like it.”

[The poor chess piece's shoulders still tensed up as he felt the tap, at least this time he didn't scream. He turned around and his bottom eyelids lifted excitedly, being able to recognise her]

Hi Gangle! You what for me?

[He asked while doing the royal wave to her. He leaned over to look at what she's holding then paused. Shaky hands reached out to take the notebook away from her ribbon hands. Suddenly he came to his senses that Gangle had drawn him. Using his free hand, he attempted to make a shadow to cover his eyes. Of course with artificial lighting he couldn't quite get the effect.]

[Kinger's right eye attempted to space out but he squinted them, forcing himself to keep focus, despite how much it ached in his head. He finally ended up holding it with both hands, trembling at the detailed drawings and even the depiction of the butterflies. He ran a finger through the pages containing the drawings.]

Wow.. Gangle this is great. I.. wow.

[Words weren't his forte. His blue eyes scanned over the notebook multiple times. Lifting his head, he stared her in the eyes, a mixture of gratefulness and confusion.]

Thank you. Can I.. keep? It?

[He questioned her, unsure if he could get the art from her or if she was far too shy to give it to her. Kinger's pupils remained on the monarch butterflies..]

Gangle.. do you know that monarch butterflies represent resilience and the soul’s journey?

It reminds me of.. you, in a way.

[Hearing his voice change to a softer one caught her off guard, seeming a little less scared at the quiet tone.]

“Y-you like it..?”

[Gangle smiled, standing up a little taller.]

“Of course you can keep it..! I made it for you. A-and I’d be happy to draw more for you in the future!- um, if you want.”

[She tilted her head at the fact. She didn’t know much about butterflies at all, much less their meanings. The ‘monarch’ butterfly meaning resilience made sense, she supposed. They’re very bright and inspirational and, well, ‘monarchs’…wait, what was that about her?]

“Huh-? Oh, n-no, I’m not really a resilient person. I-I mean, Jax pushes me around everyday so easily and I n-never fight back or anything so…I think you m-mean Pomni or Ragatha, they’re really resilient.”

[She gave a weak smile, wiping a comically large tear off her mask. She knew she was pretty weak willed, it’s why she listened to everything Jax said, isn’t it? But that’s okay! Not everyone can be strong…]

[She flinched at the yelling, covering her eyes for just a moment before returning to normal. It wasn’t unusual for Kinger to randomly yell, but she still never got used to it…]

“Y-your fortress..? Why- oh-!”

[Gangle wasn’t hard to catch off guard, especially if Jax wasn’t around to make her worried. She quickly got over it though, following closely behind Kinger, reassuring him that dropping the notebook was fine- it wasn’t fragile. During the walk she wasn’t paying much attention, more-so thinking about Kinger’s slightly different behavior for that moment. It was nice…she should definitely draw for him more! Not that anything was wrong with this Kinger, they’re both nice to have around.]

[She sat down a few feet away from Kinger, looking around at the pillow fort. In the past she’d had the funny idea that Kinger was hiding some sort of secret lair in here since she never had gone in, but this made a lot more sense. A calm, quiet place to be alone in the chaos of the circus…she didn’t know such a place existed.]

[Once Kinger began speaking again, she listened intently, tilting her head up at him and taking mental notes of every word, idly wiping away A tear or two. He seemed so much more aware, more…intelligent? She wasn’t sure how to describe it, it was fascinating- almost like seeing an entirely new person.]

“I…I suppose. But isn’t being emotional also a bad thing..? I’m unable t-to handle the things that happen, and my mask breaks, then I’m like…this everyday.”

[Gangle gave a nod, assuring him that he was fine once again. It was hard to express without her comedy mask, but how much Kinger seemed to like and appreciate her art made her very happy. Others liking her art always filled her with joy, it was a big part of her so she held it close. Of course, the only signs of this were her tears regenerating a bit slower and her ever-so-slightly straighter posture.]

[A few theories about the Kings sudden…lucidity did fill her mind. Maybe the craziness was a partial act to keep himself sane? If so it was certainly effective, considering how long he’d been here…or maybe all of the noise of the circus made him unable to think clearly- it was a lot at times. However, for the most part she was too fixated on his words to connect any real dots.]

“Th-thank you…”

[She perked up a bit at the mention of drawing, quickly grabbing her notebook.]

“That would be nice..! And d-don’t worry, I like seeing what people make, even if they don’t have much experience.”

[She echoed, glancing back at Kinger for a moment.]

“Hehe, I c-can see it.”

[She smiled, focusing on her drawing once more. Truthfully they’d look a lot better if she had a more ‘normal’ body, but in her years here she learned to make the ribbons work. Sometimes she still ended up accidentally drawing a line through her art when putting too much pressure though…]

[Gangle stayed focused on her drawing the entire time. It was of her and Zooble in a small cafe. The characters clearly had more attention to detail than the background, since it was just a small doodle, but even then it all looked great. If there’s one thing she liked about herself, it was her artistic skill.]

[She looked up at the drawing, a short, quiet laugh being all that escaped. Even if it wasn’t drawn very well, she still liked to see it! Everyone’s art had meaning, it was a piece of themselves, and that’s wonderful. Stick figures or the Mona Lisa, it’s human. A nice way to remind herself of that in this digital world.]

“H-here, I can show you how I draw bugs!”

[Gangle shifted around a bit so Kinger could see her notebook as she was drawing, flipping to a new page and sketching out moths in multiple different poses, though some ended up looking a little more like butterflies.]

“That sounds pretty…”

[She leaned closer to his paper, both to see what he was drawing and hear him through the mumbling. While the drawing wasn’t very ‘clean,’ she was able to tell the details Kinger was trying to draw, memorizing them so she could replicate it later. Kinger would like that, right?]

“D-do you have a favorite bug..?”

[Surely the king of bugs had a favorite. He knew so much about them all- so which one did he see as the best? That got her curious! Whatever he thought somehow surpassed all the others he was bound to have a good reason for.]

[She stayed quiet, scared to interrupt his train of thought. He had a wife in the circus..? Gangle always assumed everyone who arrived here were strangers, but to have someone so close to you before this digital prison, then having to watch them lose their mind…she couldn’t imagine it. Kinger must’ve seen everything in his time here. How has he lasted this long? She felt bad seeing him cry, she didn’t mean to bring up memories but…at least it seems like they were happy ones.]

[However he’d remained after all this time, she was glad to have him here now. After today she felt like she had another person she could trust- another genuine, kind, person.]

“I…”

[She wiped a tear off her mask at his final sentence, smiling up at him.]

“You- you know, I think your wife would be happy and proud to know you’re still…here after all this time. H-helping people and being so nice…”

[She laughed softly, glancing to the side.]

“A-And it sounds to me like you have a favorite too, even if you don’t think so.”

[Kinger feeling ‘less threatened’ by butterflies technically means he thinks a little higher of them than other bugs, right? She’d keep that in mind.]

[She was trying to be a little positive and reassuring, even if it wasn’t her specialty. It was the least she could do, right? Kinger’s being so nice, and one of the first sane things he said to her was that she was ‘resilient’, a huge compliment in her mind. She’d believed the exact opposite but…maybe she was wrong?]

[The pillow fort felt really nice, honestly. She felt a lot more relaxed in this darkness and the only other sound to occupy it being Kinger. Even when he was being ‘crazy’ he was one of the circus members she liked more. Aside from the sudden reactions or loud yelling, he never really did anything that bothered her. Now though..? Well, at the least she’d probably go out of her way to talk to him more.]

“Um- they can do that..? I thought they couldn’t bite that hard.”

[Gangle didn’t outwardly react very much to physical affection, but it did seem to calm her down a little. The regeneration of her tears slowed down, and she stopped fidgeting with her ribbons as much.]

“Wha-..? Butterflies can’t have teeth to bite, but moths can? I thought they were almost the same…a-aside from moths being attracted to light, I guess.”

[She looked down and began fidgeting with her ribbon hands again, not expecting to have the focus on her. She was happy just listening to all of these strange facts, even if she’d probably never be fond of bugs herself. Talking wasn’t a strength of hers, far from it.]

“I just…don’t have much to say, t-that’s all.”

[She grabbed her sketchbook again and started flipping through the pages, keeping it close enough to be hard to see until she got to the one she wanted.]

“N-not anything to say, really, aside from my drawings…um, here’s the page where I tried to draw some horses for Ragatha. They’re not that bad, b-but I like drawing people more…also I didn’t have a reference.”

[Even from a distance she managed to be startled, the sound of something shattering following her shriek. She sighed and ignored the happy mask on the floor- it’d been so fragile lately it was practically useless- and walked over to the screaming chess piece.]

[It didn’t take long for her to emerge from behind a blue wall, quietly walking over.]

“I’m…here Kinger, y-you can stop shouting. What did you need..?”

[She rubbed the side of her mask, only mildly bothered by the loud sound. She was used to it by now. Once she registered who was in front of her, she finally perked up a little.]

“Oh! Hey, Zooble..!”

I don't have a cast!! :((

And by cast I mean I don't have fellow roleplay bloggers!

I've only got my dear/pl Gangle and Bubble! But the rest of the gang is missing! If you wish to have me as your Kinger, send me an ask or message I'd be happy to answer!

My AU takes place in an alternative reality/before episode 8! So any people who are the same, underrated or have wild AUs, are much welcome to interact!!

And those who are in canon lore are welcome too, but they will be in my alt cast like my Caine!

PLUSSS I'm open to ships even if I do think most want a father dynamic from Kinger X))