your magenta study buddy — !!

His nervous smile wavered noticeably at the mention of meeting any of the others.

"Ok," the Gem gaped, blinked a couple times, then kept her smile. "That's okay! I'm really just happy I get to meet a dinosaur today! I thought you were all dead." Black Star was referring to a certain asteroid that crashed on Earth.

The chance to learn about an entirely new culture was one he simply couldn't pass up, Gobbles perking up with interest at the offer.

Kit told him he could stay on the ship. The information he had on this world didn't matter if the magenta dinosaur was uncomfortable to set foot here. And yet, despite all the emotions banging against his skull, he was here.

Home.

Gobbles didn't understand the explanation he was given about some game worlds having multiple versions in existence. It was another complicated concept he'll have to grapple with in time. But for right now, he'll try to concentrate on the mission. He was especially tasked with it for one reason: he knew everything about this game world-his game world.

That day was probably burned into his mind for the rest of his life. He remembered every detail perfectly. What he had for breakfast, the answer to every puzzle, the location of every letter, all the paths he took around town. If this world's version of him was anything like he was back then, he had a pretty good idea on the chain events that would occur today.

The only issue for this Gobbles was how recognizable he was. His fellow learnosaurs realizing that there were two Gobbles running around would bring all sorts of problems. So he told Kit and Kaboodle everything he knew, put on a disguise, and stuck to the trees and shades. While his companions come up with a grander plan out there, Gobbles' only task was to buy some with his counterpart.

He wasn't ready to face his old partner. Not see him, not hear him, no...he wouldn't be able to stop himself. All he could do now is meet his other self at one of the only points of the day where he was alone. On one of the old roads by the trees with a lot of shade he wore a big, yellow helmet, a long bandana tied around his face, and a little uniform to look at least somewhat professional while tucking in his blue tie.

He'd already enjoyed so many lessons with his fellow Learnosaurus, and he was ready for the next challenge! His friend Stegathesaurus SHOULD be just down this way, on a shaded path he'd walked many times before. There was a spring in Gobbles' step, a merry tune thrumming in his throat, and NOTHING could spoil his good mood!

Not even — ??

" Huh? " he paused mid - bound, clearly not having expected the roadblock. " Why not? I've taken this road so many times before ... is somethin' wrong? Maybe I can help fix the problem! "

It seemed like the sort of issue he'd lend his talents to and he was always happy to help. Just had to get a peek at the problem, the Learnosaurus standing up on tiptoe and leaning to catch a glimpse of what was ahead.

Kit lifting up Gobbles like newborn Simba

NAAAAANTSS INGONYAMAAAAAA

"I'm off the clock, so you can stop worrying, Farcade." Even if this was a neutral zone, if he'd had a mission here... Fold wouldn't have given a single float about completing it. Neutral zones- whether Hero, Villain, or otherwise- were sacred. One of the few places one could go to relax without having to constantly look over a shoulder. Though secrets spilled in such places rarely stayed secrets for long. Sure, no one hurt each other in these locations- but that didn't mean they weren't being watched.

A little quiet...with how loud his thoughts were? No such thing- not really.

"You could say that. At the very least, a meal." He waved a hand- pulling a hint back from the other. He'd scared him badly enough. He also had some supplies that weren't available in Syntax-controlled space to hunt down- and code knew, he did not need some ridiculous Farcade nonsense about 'not being a bully' or whatever code-forsaken float they chose to spew at him that day.

He turned. Top and bottom crumpling slightly as paper slid, before he righted himself. Best get a move on before he had to deal with this ridiculous Farcade agent any longer.

" ... right, " Gobbles acknowledged, taking another steadying breath, further tamping down his anxious, cloying nerves. That sort of thing, being brave and stoic in the face of danger, that took a lot more time to learn. " ... you, uh. You're looking for something specific? Maybe I can help ... ? "

The show must go on; The show must go on, yeah; Inside my heart is breaking; My make-up may be flaking; But my smile still stays on

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Indie Original Character named Quinn, the god of dreams. Fandomless, adapts to other fandoms. Originates from an original universe.

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Everything friendly. Open to all sorts of threads and ideas. Relaxed. Lit and para style. Open to any fandom.

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QUINN | LAWS | LORE | THE OTHER GODS + QUINN'S CARNIES

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