#parsure

C H R IS T M A S   T IM E

When it hits ya like a festive glitter-and-cinnamon-spice-peppermint-filled train.

Updated Mimi ref!

(On an RP server, I have a role play with Fernlom, who owns the Egos. In the RP, Mimi collected an item from each Ego to remember them, and even now has Glossy as her own personal Ego. So she wears the gifts she received, keeping some for another ensemble)

She wears Parsure’s jacket, Eclecious’s bronze key necklace, Aloach’s star pin, and Glossy’s gold shutter shades. Staliel’s halo is above her head, but she can take it off when she wants.

Her new weapon (other than her sword) is Ausham’s spiked bat, the flames now purple since she’s still a ghost type.

My quite day has just been ruined now that these three idiots came in.

“I’m on lunch break boys” I didn’t even look up from my book.

“Eclecious we found something” Parsure’s voice sounded frantic, no surprise of course, he is anxiety.

“You need to see this Eclecious” Ausham pulled my book my hands and threw it across the room.

“Ausham, give me one good reason to not beat you for such an insult.” I slowly look up to them, shocked by what I see.

Parsure held out a picture, of Fern. It was clearly a deleted project photo, but how is it possible? Fern is a Creator, not a Character.

“Where did you find this?” I asked, gently taking the paper from Parsure’s shaking hand.

“The Archives my rad smart bro!” Glossy replied, his bright neon clothes are such an eyesore.

“What are we going to do with it?” Ausham asks.

“Well, we should probably gather the rest of the egos first and decide” I stand up from my chair and gently roll up the photo, sliding it up my sleeve for protection.

“I’ll go get Cole and Blake” Ausham stands up and runs off.

“Aight i can go find our other rad bros Chanter and Dull. “ Glossy ride off on his scooter.

“Alright then Parsure, we must go talk to Author then” I pat Parsure on the back as I walk out. Parsure reluctantly follows.

“I hate him though.”

“We all do Parsure. We all do”

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Eclecious just wants to read y’all.

Hood opened the door and walked in, followed closely by Aaron, Matron, and the Anons. TA stood ready, gun in hand.

“I really don’t like how quiet it is in this factory right now” Hood commented, carefully walking through the darkened corridor, rusted steel support beams loom overhead, large ink filled vats lining the walls.

A roar echoed through the empty factory, scurrying feet filling the silent void. Aaron sighed deeply, “guys, we are in serious trouble now”

Dran look at Aaron, worried. She’s heard his stories, seen the things he’s fought, for him to be so scared had her concerned.

“Why? What’s here Aaron?” Matron asked.

“Hopefully none of our anon friends!” Friendly Anon replied.

“Well than you are surely disappointed!” Parsure’s distinct, distorted voice echoed through the factory. “Come find me, I was hoping you all would come. “

“Guys, its not just Parsure here” Aaron’s voice quivered. “Corruption is in here too”

“So how bad is this Corruption guy anyway?” Evil Anon asked, its arms crossed.

“Ok, so, you guys know me, I’m a dirty fighter, and you know if i get hurt to much i go Feral. Well, Corruption is feral, but with Hood’s powers to back him” Aaron explains as the roars get louder and closer. “And he’s here now. “

“Do guns work on you two?” TA asked.

“Yah, I mean, you’ll need alot of bullets of course” Aaron answers.

“I’m sorted then” TA smirks, cocking his shotgun.

“Hey now bruhs and dudets, we sure we cant just like, wiggity talk to this radical dude?” Freshnon asked, gripping his skateboard tight.

“He’s an animal Freshnon” Hood answers, “Be ready to fight guys.”

“I love animals!” Friendly called out just as the wall before them burst. Standing in the rubble was another hooded figure, the sweater it wore was a rusty brown from dried blood splatter, two black furred cat ears poked out of the top of the hood. It growled, crouching down into an attack position.

“Ladies and Anons, meet Corruption” Aaron gets into a similar position.

Evil Anon steps back, “wow wow, I’m no fighter!”

“Your name is Evil Anon though.” Matron replied.

“I’m more just an Asshole! I’m not truly evil!”

“Whatever!” TA called out, firing his shotgun at Corruption, knocking it back.

Corruption roared out, rushing forward towards the anons, Aaron leaping in and tackling him.

“Run! Go find Parsure!” Hood calls out to the rest, summoning chains and pinning Corruption to the ground.

Matron nods, rushing forward into the factory with Dran close behind with the rest of the anons.

They reach the center of the factory, Parsure standing in the middle of a wide opening, Hanging above him wrapped in chains were three Anons. One was a small female anon with long black hair, another was a completely yellow anon, and the last was another female in a black turtleneck sweater, curly black hair and red horns.

“Awkward! Smol! Yellow!” Friendly called out, straightening their bowtie.

“Friendly!” The anon with horns calls back.

“Help us!” the smallest one cries.

“Don’t worry my radical anon bros!” Freshnon plays with his yo-yo, “We got you!”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that abomination” Parsure starts walking towards the group.

Dran starts walking forward as well, tears in her eyes “You…You hurt my friends. How…HOW DARE YOU! The Anons have done nothing to you!”

“Dran Dran Dran, you think I need a reason for this? No no, What I do, I do because I want to”

The sound of crashing metal and clanging swords fills the silence.

“Ah, Corruption is doing a wonderful job out there, I knew it was wise to bring him” Parsure grinned.

“How did you bring that monster in?” Matron asked, standing strong and boldly.

“He’s an abandoned project, something Fern forgot a very long time ago, so He is now mine, like every other abandoned work all you creators have” Four metal tendrils suddenly sprout from his back. “Like these, another forgotten project of Ferns”

“I swear I’m going to kill you and Fern” Matron spoke through gritted teeth.

“We’ll see about that Matron” Parsure quipped back.  

Blogs included: 

@dransnake

@matronofthevoid

@therapist-anon

@your-friendly-anon

@fresh-anon

@evilanonymous

@your-awkward-sister-anon

@yellow-anonymous

@your-local-smol-anon

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“Why be sewing when you could manifest anything at your fingertips? Any-thing ever imagined! But still, the Dreamscape is vaguely more interesting with him around.”

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@just-a-pencil-and-a-dream- Perce

@mimikiplovesgaming- Skunk

@bornoffireandwisdom- Wally, Sammy, Jack, Henry

@batimfangirlmary- Adrian, Joseph

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@fernlom​!!

I haven’t drawn anything with the egos in a while~

((original post by @hexglyphs​))