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🦇🎃 🍬 Happy Trick or Treat for @renylevel!!! 🍬🎃🦇

Are Jasper and the gang watching a horror film? Some old fight data? Something else that suits the vibe of the spooky season?? Who knows, but they're having fun!!

Long story short: Our muses got up to shenanigans and what started as a silly heehoo scenario turned into something way more serious.

Short story long: My Blues and their wonderfully eldrich Oc Darck have decided to fuck with every Robot Master in any radius. Darck now has her own armor set, which pulls from multiple influences (Blues himself being one of the most obvious) to add to the fuckery, and multiple similarities are only getting enforced. They're both monsters and are having way too much fun with this.

Some extra little details and tidbits:

Okie it took me WAY to long to sit down and do this but I have finally figured out how I wanna draw my Blues. These are admittedly p sketchy but ykw!! They're clear enough and the twink death is blatant.

Bonus Jazz comparison for shits:

“Blues—”

“Don't.” He forced out, voice low but tense. “Just... trust me, alright?”

He wasn’t, not really. He was far too exposed, far too open, battered synth skin stripped away for repairs and his core—that damned crystal—on blatant display.

It was dangerous. Unstable. Crackling energy poured from the open panel once it slid open, most of it no longer contained within his chest. He was dangerous.

And so was she. If he wasn't careful, she could hurt him like all the rest had, crumble the rest of his broken trust into dust on the wind. Allowing her to see him like this was already taking so much of his fragile trust.

Yet even so, he gently guided Jazz's hand closer, until it was hovering just before the crystal. Like one would hold their hand in front of an open flame.

"See?" He breathed. "It's fine."