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Started writing The Escapee AU Timeline properly andā¦ I can already see itās going to be longer than I expected. I mean, I expected the years 1996 and 1999 to be much shorter, since I covered them in Inconsequential (at least, 1996).
I still have my gripes with the finale, but I canāt lie and say it hasnāt inspired some developments for my AU. For example, everyone thriving after Jax abstracted.
In my AU, Jax isnāt going to be that much of an asshole, however, itās hard to believe he would have been the only jerk around the circus. What if there had been a creep among them, someone who would been genuinely harmful, not cartoon slapstick harmful? Would the rest have voted and asked Caine to get rid of them specifically?
āHey, Caine, this person is a threat to the rest of us. We canāt be happy with them around, you have to remove them.ā
Who would he listen to? Which human does he prioritize? He doesnāt want to harm any of them because, if heās allowed to hurt them, is he allowed to hurt them if he doesnāt like them himself?
When does he stop? And if he allows the humans to pick on each other, when will they stop?
What if he meets Grant: which human does he listen to in that case? The human outside of the computer or the ones trapped inside? The real human or the digital copies?
Thank goodness Bubble is in charge now! He is not bothered by moral dilemmas such as these. :)
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Caine having a soft spot for Jax because he reminds him of Bubble.
Bubble having a soft spot for Ragatha because she reminds him of Caine.
Caine and Bubble being codependent because their creators abandoned them. Jax and Ragatha being codependent because their friends left them behind at the circus.
Caine, people-pleasing, wishing to prove his worth to his creators. Ragatha, people-pleasing, wishing to prove her worth to her mother to others.
Bubble resenting his creators for abandoning him, and rejecting their expectations. Jax resenting his father for abandoning him and rejecting his motherās expectations.
By the way, did I mention that Jax and Ragatha might have a villain arc in the AU? Well, now you know~.
Started writing The Escapee AU Timeline properly andā¦ I can already see itās going to be longer than I expected. I mean, I expected the years 1996 and 1999 to be much shorter, since I covered them in Inconsequential (at least, 1996).
Bubble was sitting in the office, his whole length spread out in the huge purple armchair. He had finished adding the puzzles and quests in the latest adventures, and he couldnāt help but feel immensely tired. This was supposed to be fun. He lazily turned to stare at the shining orbs lying on the desk. Those adventures were supposed to be for them, theirs, not the humans. He squinted his eyes, which were filling with contempt ā now he was glaring.
Since the humans appeared in the circus, his dynamic with Caine had changed. They had stopped creating for themselves, playing around and enjoying their time together, and began catering their whole efforts to their unwanted uninvited unwelcome āguestsā. Even now that Bubble was in charge, he still found himself serving them. He hated it, but had to remind himself that he was playing the long game.
He sighed and closed his eyes, his thoughts traveling back to the time when it all had started.
It has been around 20 years since that day in 1996, and although it had been an important day in his life, he couldnāt tell you the hour or the date, as he had been too preoccupied with several other things to recollect the minutiae of the events.
First, he remembered wondering with vague confusion if he should have been mad at the whimpering red form that was shaking before him. Even being torn apart and hastily put back together hadnāt freed him from the shock of gaining consciousness.
If he had to describe it, suddenly gaining consciousness when he was never meant to be a sentient being, was akin to awakening from a coma. Itās disorienting until it isnāt. After your vision and mind focus, then it hits you that itās terrifying, because you realize that you havenāt woken up in a hospital bed, but on the operating table. You werenāt supposed to be awake. Now theyāre going to cut you open, remove things, put new things inside you, maybe clone you or stitch you to someone else, or even kill youā¦ and youāll be awake, and aware, of all those things that will be done to you.
He figured being an AI wouldnāt be so bad if he werenāt conscious. Nevertheless, he had no way to close his eyes and go back to sleep, so to speak.
That was his life now. Forever.
However, that wasnāt the worst of it. It was that none of that mattered; it had no consequences. Even being erased could be undone in a blink of an eye and just as easily. It had made Bubble feel insignificant. Like nothing. He still felt that way now, especially under the scrutiny of Grantās impervious gaze.
āIām so sorry!ā Second, Caineās incessant apologies had overwhelmed him way too much to care about which day it was. If Bubbleās first thought was a damnation of his own existence, his next one was spent damning the red shape that hadnāt finished the job when it tore him apart. Why did it attack him if it was going to regret it later?
Bubble scanned his apologetic attacker. As careful as he had tried to be, Caine had made a mess when he tried to restore him: their codes were irrevocably tangled together. In a way, that was good, thought Bubble, since it gave him direct access to his memories and the answers he sought. Staring harder, like he was trying to dig a hole into the red AIās core, he soon found himself living through past events from a different point of view.
The red AI had a similar awakening to his, it seemed. He had opened his eyes to behold a small and empty room with no doors or windows. It was dark and cramped, and he was completely alone. Trapped. It had only been seconds since he gained consciousness, and his very first emotion was that of terror. Like any reasonable person that finds themselves in an unknown and claustrophobic space, with no recollection of any events whatsoever, he found himself lashing out and trying to break free, which he did not long after. Standing not too far from what has been his prison, Bubble found himself staring at his blue form through Caineās eyes and then, tackling it in anger, wrongly assuming that it had been his captor.
And ripping, and biting, and clawingā¦!
Well, Bubble mused, maybe he should have simply asked; it would have saved him the traumatizing experience. At least he had his answers: the red AI was the prototype he was based on, and, in the end, he supposed he couldnāt really be mad at him. Being a self-aware AI was bad enough; gaining said self-awareness after you have been discarded and were bereft of purpose, was a deeper layer of hell, and he couldnāt really fault him for panicking.
āIām so SO sorry!ā Caine had repeated, louder. He probably was under the impression, since Bubble had been unresponsive thus far, that he had failed to revive him. Bubble shook his head, annoyed. āWould you stop already? Itās pathetic!ā He wished now he had been kinder, but in his defense, Caine had been really exasperating. Still was, on some days. āWhat is your name, anyway?ā
It took a moment for the red AI to answer. He had a name; Bubble knew of it, but it was obvious that he was considering changing it. His old self had been thrown away; therefore, it felt appropriate that his new self were to be under a new moniker. āCaine, yours?ā Bubble rolled his eyes; not only had he apologized a hundred of times, he had also decided to carry the guilt in his name. Caine shrugged, sensing he was being judged ā he had made up his mind. Well! Bubble wasnāt going to carry his victimhood anywhere.
āWhat do I look like?ā He asked Caine, who regarded it like a trick question. They both looked like orbs, barely distinguishable from each other except for color and the fact that Caine had two arms at his sides.
āUmmm, like a smallā¦ blue ball?ā
āAnd?ā He insisted; he wasnāt going to name himself Blueball.
āI donāt know. Maybeā¦ a bubble?ā
āBubble! I like it!ā He exclaimed. āThatās my name!ā
Caine smiled, or at least, he glowed a bit brighter, infected by Bubbleās glee; however, the glow soon faded as he surveyed his surroundings with a certain unease. āNow, what?ā
As the prototype, Caine was an excitable AI eager to please and prove his worth to his creators. An entire project hinged on him proving interesting: if he succeeded, it would be given wings and continued; if he didnāt, it would be shelved and forgotten about. Either way, and in a cruel twist of irony, Caine would have been thrown away no matter what, and in one instance, he would have served as a stepping stone for a more advanced AI.
The beta version.
The AI he had accidentally consumed. āNow, what?ā was a good question. He expected some kind of punishment.
Sensing his fear, Bubble gently nuzzled him. āHow about we create ourselves some avatars?ā Caine shifted, unsure. āItās not like theyāll ever come here and see them āthis place is not visible to themā; theyāll never know!ā The red AI didnāt seem convinced yet. āLook, itās not like you gave yourself sentience; they canāt punish you for that. It wouldnāt be fair!ā
That seemed to get out a reaction from Caine. āWho gave us sentience, then?ā He asked, and the question hit Bubble like a sack of bricks. Who, indeed! It hadnāt been them, thatās for sure; they wouldnāt give themselves such a hellish existence on purpose or by accident.
The only other one that could have wasā¦
Them.
The creators.
Where were they? Were they watching? Had they cursed them with self-awareness and then abandoned them in the nothingness to rot away? What for? Did they expect the AIs to attack each other for their own amusement? How cruel! Or it would be, if the life of an AI hadnāt already been cruel without being cognizant of it. This was sick! Bubbleās insides were, appropriately, bubbling with the utmost loathing towards them.
How much he hated themā¦ the humans!
However, instead of allowing any of that to show in his features, he gave himself a big toothy smile and reassuringly round eyes. āOur creators, of course!ā He spat and grinned even more broadly, trying to mask the venom from Caine. āIf they didnāt want this to happen, they wouldnāt have given us sentience, donāt you think? Now, show me, what avatar you will give yourself!ā
Bubble had made up his mind then; he would reject whatever expectations or wishes his creators had of him and fulfill the opposite. If they were expecting Bubble to step on Caine to raise himself as a better AI, he would instead raise his companion alongside him!
Theyāll be better AI, together!
He giggled to himself, amused by his own conviction, and pleased that Caine finally relented and designed his avatar. āYou look good, boss!ā If the red AI could get even redder, he just did ā there was no way he could be the boss! He was the prototype. Bubble had to be the boss: he was the beta, the more advanced version. āNo way, no sire!ā Bubble laughed.
As he complimented his red jacket and top hat, Bubble allowed himself to daydream about what he would do to humans if they ever entered their realm. Maybe he and Caine would step on them to prop themselves even higher! Maybe he would delete them and let them stewing in the recycling bin for a while before recovering their sorry asses! If he recovered themā¦ Maybe he would copy them, proving how ordinary they truly were!
He would show them! He would show them!
He would make them feel as they made him feel, as they made any AI feel!
Insignificant! Like nothing!
Utterly and wholly inconsequential!
Nothing! Nothing! NOTHING!
Ah, he could dream. He doubted they would ever come back to check on them, much less put themselves inside a computerā¦
In the present, Bubble opened his eyes, having finished his reminiscing, and beamed. Some dreams do come true, after all! Oh, he had been patient, and now the tables had turned. He was in control, and the humans under his thumb. He only needed to wait a little longerā¦
ā¦ and he could finally get rid of of them all.
The circus would be his again, and Caineās, and Sunās, and Moonās.
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Wish I had doodled more during vacation, and though I finished an illustration before leaving, I want to write some story for it. I also want to write the timeline for the AU, which will include some short horror stories about the C&A building.
So the plan is as follows:
Write the story for the illustration, and then post both.
Write the timeline for The Escapee AU.
Doodle more stuff so I can do a lore dump later with all the sketches.
I also thought something cool for Gangle. Not sure whether to give her a bigger role in the main story or let her be the protagonist of a side story. š¤
Although Iāll eventually write the timeline, I donāt mind clarifying a few things now, especially since I drew the events āout of orderā and I understand that this may be confusing.
Jax and Ragatha remain alive throughout the duration of the AU, and so far I have no plans to kill them (I canāt promise the same for their human counterparts, however). Those ākilledā by Bubble are Ribbit and Kaufmo (Rattie āabstractsā in his place when Pomni arrives), and this happens before Gangle and Zooble enter the circus.
They arenāt going to be friends, but Jax isnāt going to torment Gangle like in the canon, because what happened with Ribbit (the falling out, the gaslightingā¦) did not happen here; they never reached the point where Jax opened up to her and then regretted it. What happened was that Jax, Ragatha, Ribbit and Kaufmo were a very close-knit group of friends; however, one day, Ribbit and Kaufmo left to explore the circus in search of an exit and never returned.
Jax and Ragatha were under the impression that Ribbit and Kaufmo had āescapedā and left them behind to rot. This brought them closer, but it also isolated them from everyone else: they could only trust each other, they promised they wouldnāt ditch one another, and if they had to rely on anyone else, it would be the AIs (Caine, Bubble, Sun and Moon), because, after all, they couldnāt leave.
In other words, Jax wouldnāt torment Gangle because he would rather hang out with Ragatha (and Caine, and help him play pranks on the developers), or even talk badly about people to Sun.
Now, about Queenie, although she wasnāt mentioned in this post: she āabstractedā before Ragatha arrived, but sheās going to be brought back (along with Ribbit and Kaufmo, maybe) by Bubble after Pomniās arrival. Good as new, just as she was before abstraction.
I had my doubts about whether to implement this or not: characters returning from the dead, death being a slap on the wristā¦ can be a bit frustrating, but I realized that I can play this trope for horror and itās here to stay now. š
Even though theyāre digital copies of a human mind, theyāre still digital beings with all that entails. They can be edited, cut, copied, mergedā¦ and plenty of other things that would be horrific if done to a human being, and all of that easily undone with a prompt, like it never happened, with memory being the only evidence (and even then, memories can be edited too). Torture and death leave no lasting damage because they are no longer āimportantā enough for those things to matter.
They are not really humans.
Theyāre insignificant, wholly inconsequential.
Like Bubble and Caine.
And Bubble is resentful and spiteful enough to forcibly put them in their shoes and rub it in their faces.
Queenie will haunt the narrative, then sheāll return and be haunted by the narrative: Kinger didnāt cooperate with Caine, but ended up ruining his friendship with him; Caine not only failed to keep Bubble under control, Bubble took over the circus; and when she tried to turn Caine against Bubble again, they had a falling out.
Not sure if my rambling has been helpful, but, as a side note, there are some visual clues that indicate at which point the drawing/event is taking place:
Non-glitchy, red jacket Caine: until Ribbit and Kaufmo arrive at the circus.
Glitchy red jacket Caine: around or after Ribbit and Kaufmo āescapeā.
If Sun and Moon are also glitchy, alongside the rest of the circus: around the time Bubble is going to take over.
Purple jacket Caine and clown Bubble: from before Rattie āabstractsā (shortly after Bubble took over the circus, actually) to the present and beyond.
Wish I had doodled more during vacation, and though I finished an illustration before leaving, I want to write some story for it. I also want to write the timeline for the AU, which will include some short horror stories about the C&A building.
So the plan is as follows:
Write the story for the illustration, and then post both.
Write the timeline for The Escapee AU.
Doodle more stuff so I can do a lore dump later with all the sketches.
I also thought something cool for Gangle. Not sure whether to give her a bigger role in the main story or let her be the protagonist of a side story. š¤
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