SENPAI.DATA does not exist. Recover files?

(( Hi there lmao, figured I’d make this one. ))

(( Welcome to the blog! This takes place AFTER the events of Corruption AU’s week 6, Dead Pixels. Senpai has had most of his data and memory deleted after Corrupted BF gained admin access and left the game broken and empty. Thankfully, he isn’t wholly code, leaving him still alive, and with a newly corrupted form, but still having free thought. ))

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DOVEY.DAT: main text tag

MEMORY.DAT: ????

META.XML: OOC tag

RP TAGS:

INTERACT.EXE: RP response

Uh, question though. Do you remember a certain.... blue haired individual

Dovey thinks about it. ..After a moment he seems to shrink in on himself.

You... USED to be from a video game, and then something came and corrupted all the files. Your still here, but a lot of your past memories aren’t.

That’s the sum of it, but I don’t know too much so I left out a lot of important details

"Oh," He frowns. "I guess that'd explain why I was in a TV, huh?"

"Mm.." He sticks his tounge out a bit, thinking. "No, I don't really remember anyone."

Oh! He can pet them! He grins and happily continues. The residue was a bit cold, but strangely, it wasn't unpleasant.

"I haven't seen a cat in a long time.." He murmurs, his voice seeming.. wistful, before he shakes his head all of a sudden. A confused look overcame his face as he removes his hand.

He perks up, looking curious. A kitty! A weird one, but a kitty!! Dovey kneels down to pet it but hesitates as it sneezes at him. He tilts his head.

[ ..Is that not normal? ]

Dovey tilts his head, but shrugs.

[ Mehh.. that's too confusing to think about. Let's do something else! ]

He flaps his hands up and down, whining.

[ But.. aren't those a kind of ghost-? I can't be a ghost, ghosts can't touch stuff.. or.. or talk to people..! ]

Dovey pauses his motions for a second again to think.

[ ..Oh.. ]

He fidgets a bit.

[ I.. I mean.. Are you sure? If I was a ghost I don't think you'd be able to see and talk to me. ]

Dovey thinks for a moment, before his eyes blow wide open, shouting in distress.

Dovey frowns, looking down at his form, and poking himself in the stomach. His skin ripples almost like jello.

[ Infected? Like.. sick..? I don't feel sick.. Just slimy. ]

His interest peaks as he hears a name. Something stirred in him for a moment, but he didn't know why that was.

He blinks a few times, before his eyes trail down to the floor.

[ Ah, well.. That's.. That's certainly.. a lot. I've got some catching up to do, then. ]

Dovey slides off of the countertop and steps over to a broken back door leading to the outside. Much like the window the sky appeared the same. It felt familliar, yet he couldn't tell why that was. The grass and plants appeared to be growing wild outside, gently blowing in the midnight breeze. Dovey gently presses his hand to the glass, observing what felt like a scene he hadn't seen in decades.

[ If being in danger is what it takes to see more things like this, then.. I'd be willing to take that risk. ]

He turns to you, an intent look on his face.

Dovey had explored to what seemed to be the remains of a kitchen. He hops up and perches on the countertop, softly humming a song he wasn't sure why he knew.

[ I don't really know what a shower is! But sometimes before I realized I could talk to people, I thought about what an error was. And why they called them that. It's funny to think that even programs make mistakes too, right? ]

He looks a bit confused.

You okay, Dovey?

[ Um.. ]

He fidgets a little, looking around the room.

He didn't really listen to that second part, quickly wrapping his arms around the anon tightly. Yeah. He was sticky, but not inherrently.. unpleasant? The substance that made his body was surprisingly warm. Dovey (as he picked his name just now,) hums and smiles.