🔄 my other cccc au, ccccycles!
⚠️TW // (coughing up) blood, choking, (mentions of) body dysphoria, rope neck, gnarly head scar, gorey concepts, violence
ccccycles synopsis: heart, mind, and soul are stuck in whole’s empty house. they are forced to live together and get along, but it never goes as well as they hope. arguments often escalate into direct physical fights, and the themed events of cccc play out in every. single. loop (juno event, mind’s apathy, soul’s desperation). permanent damage caused to anyone during these fights results in a reset: everyone painfully changes forms and begin again in their rooms.
heart hates the resets. he desires serenity above all else, but never understands mind’s ravings or mindset enough to proceed.
mind refuses to process the changes emotionally, and comes to wall off his ability to feel entirely by manually changing his mind.
soul cycles and cycles through the stages of grief after every reset. he starts to hate himself for his inability to solve problems.
everyone remembers every loop, but processes it differently. heart buries himself in his mistakes, desperately trying to find the lesson in a long-dead situation, or maybe some reasoning behind mind’s glassy eyes. mind treats the cycles as a new day, misunderstanding resentment and grief, and prioritizing work over play. soul is breaking under all the pressure the cycles bring, and often can’t even look in the mirror to avoid getting attached to his current form.
they go through many forms (all of which are in a different sketchbook i don’t have right now </3), and experience agonies, problems, and surprising bonding experiences. hopefully, these loops don’t end up lasting forever…
the current ccccycles forms: Dyadracide and Eddie. (still designing heart)
Dyadracide, a name he coined meaning “to kill a duo”, starts off shattered and enraged. but with life’s quarrels and a relationship of understanding, he manages his grief and discovers something new for once. he has an extendable rope neck that coils inside his abdomen, a trident splitting his brain hemispheres that shoots out the roof of his mouth for combat (the aftermath of this leaves him coughing up blood), and a misaligned face he learns to like. also he speaks with a lot of ‘h’s. breathy to keep the blood out
Eddie is (mostly) mechanical, and enjoys feeling surrounded by schedules and basic patterns to understand his environment. His unchanging voicecoded smile and judging clock eyes that tick unsymmetrically intimidate with ominous blankness. He doesn’t flinch at violence or raised voices. Besides, both his reflexes and slender figure keep him out of the harm that really matters.
