#booloo

Ah well. It's The Silly Zombie No Fourth Wall Extravaganza! Featuring one of my beta readers as a guest star! You probably know her from A Rift in Time, but she's been a huge part of making sure my other omake fic's are hypeworthy and understandable. So, this fic is dedicated to her! Woo! Thanks so much to @weaponsdrawn for allowing me to use this story!

Buzz: "Feel like you fucked up again, huh? On your last leg? On thin ice with your friend Hellsite? Feel like they're gonna leave? Don't worry. I fuck up all the time, and I'm also not the best at keeping people around. So that's something we can relate over. I've been on thin ice for years, so I think I'm plenty enough experienced to help you out. Now I can't do much from where I'm sittin', but I think you're pretty capable. I don't think you'll fuck this one up, and if you do, I'll be your safety net of sorts. No risks all rewards. That's my promise to you. Now how about we fix everything? Erase all those mistakes, write a new ending? One where we both get what we want?"

(above snippet written by @guess-who-got-a-hellsite-account on tumblr, not by me)

*** *lifeboat from Heathers plays in the background*

Part vent art, part redraw (corruption), part Buzz curse au thing for the chat, here's Buzz Lippman cursing my self-insert Booloo.

I've always had rejection sensitve dysporia, partially because of my autism-ness, partially because I've had people leave me because I fucked up too many times. So if I were to get cursed, it would defintely be because of that imho. Especially because it's a mindset you can't easily shake off.

The writing puns are due to cursed Booloo’s powers of rewriting stuff, I reckon.

Robohino Raven, the guardian of courage

*** Robodoki, Robodenki, Robohino: Part 1 Robohoshi, Robopixel: Part 2

This only makes sense to 1 person, maybe 2, but I'm too proud of this to NOT post it.

basically, it's my and @guess-who-got-a-hellsite-account's OCs cursed forms. Hellsite has the power to use stoplight lights to brainwash people in a variety of ways, Booloo has the power to use glowy magic to give people glowy auras and rewrite reality for those she hits. hence the text color/style choices.

text taken from me and hellsite's rp sessions together (i wrote the white heart text, hellsite wrote the yellow gritty text), fonts taken from 1001 fonts and edited on canva, art drawn on deviantart muro

Aianna nodded as the two rushed back in. “We’re ready.”

“Good.” Bob murmured, using his arms as a pillow. “At least someone is.”

“So what’s the thing?”

Redacted rolled his eyes. “Guy, look away from the nachos. Look, look away from the nachos.”

“Hmm?” Booloo wondered.

“See what I mean?” Bob laughed. 

“Did I miss the context or something?” Booloo looked around. 

“No. Maybe. Kinda.” 

“...Can you specify without mindfucky stuff on myself? I just got done being over stimmed.” Booloo raised her hand curiously, leaning slightly to the left.

“Redacted tail pendulum.” Cookie mused.

“Oh!”

“Works instantly too. No chant, no nothing. Instant daze upon my booty gaze.”

Beat.

“I should make that into a disco song.” Redacted wrote it down on a spare napkin using blood on his finger.

Honey just facepalmed. “Disco is dead.”

“That’s what the liberals want you to think. ANYWAYS!” Redacted finished. “Guy?”

“Immm kmmmda hmmmpgy.”

He huffed. 

“Fine.” Redacted huffed too. “Damn coworkers.”

“Mood.” Booloo laughed.

“Any other volunteers?” Redacted groaned.

“Or you could just…and this is gonna sound stupid…” Cookie beamed and slid the plate of nachos to Redacted. “...lure him right towards you.”

Redacted smirked. “Clever. Look away, impressionable viewers.”

“Hmmm? Hey!” Guy leaned over to grab the plate.

Redacted stopped him. “Save some for Booloo.”

“Fine.” Guy huffed. “Where’s the hotdogs?”

With a chuckle, Redacted’s tail wagged eagerly. “After. Just lay off the snacks, okay?”

“Why would I-” he paused. 

Redacted beamed and started wagging his tail back and forth like a pendulum.