Stairs... interesting word... This word remembered the first time Audrey meets Piper, using the brick wall as stairs!

also hanichandesu on twitter drew this go follow them their art is peak

Y’all, the resemblance Wilson has with Piper.

Same right eye, scared and the left closed shut.

Is that why we never got a proper model render of Wilson and instead a poster in the info card?

Maybe that’s how he’s able to be “in both worlds”

I doubt he’d want to go in himself because of course, you’d probably get stuck in the loop like Audrey and Henry but what if he’s able to control (at least) the Pipers in the studio?

What if he communicates to everyone and everything trapped in the loop from the outside through the ink machine somehow and when it’s deemed necessary, he takes control of the Pipers to lead on what’s there to do.

it sounds rough that last part but you got to admit.

A Piper specifically was literally in the first gameplay trailer in 2019. Sure, it might just be a coincidence and cause he’s the most common enemy type other than Searchers but come on. At this point, we know JDS are showing what they show on purpose.

-Break the cycle-

It’s been a month since Azael has seen anyone other than crazy lost minds. On the bright side she found herself a nice place to stay. She called it 'the den'. It was quite messy, and she didn’t bother cleaning, in fact she didn’t really care.

She eventually stitched together those overall parts, making overalls for herself to wear.

Despite being all alone, she found a way to survive and entertain herself. Enemy’s around the studio weren’t much of a threat, they’re very easy to get rid of. She can easily twist off the head of a searcher, or stealth kill a lost one without being seen. After awhile, she got bored of the enemy’s around the studio and didn’t really bother killing them at all.

She’s heard of the all hearing ink demon, posters were strung up about a man named Wilson killing it. She’s never seen this ’ink demon’ but she had a gut feeling that some old man didn’t defeat it.

In some way, she kinda feels bad for the ink demon. Everyone around the studio seems to hate it and want it gone, but Azael didn’t know what it was like so she couldn’t judge.

She laid in her dirty nest thinking about it.

What was the ink demon like?

She thought, for hours on end, eventually getting bored and sitting up.

Her stomach rumbled, she checked her stash to see if there was any food left.

Nothing.

The toon deeply sighed, and threw her satchel over her shoulder. She grabbed a pipe for protection, and set off.

Opening the dens hatch, the toon crawled out and shut the hatch behind her. Her den was in the deeper parts of the studio, despite those parts being rather dangerous, there was a lot of resources that upper levels were often skinned of. Since heavenly toys was nearby, the toon decided to head there first.

Out of no where, a piper jumped out of a blind spot. Azael, caught off guard, yelped and fell back, dropping her pipe as well. The toon has never dealt with a butcher gang member before. It growled savagely and prepared to swing at the little toon. Azael threw her arm forward and shut her eyes tight.

CRACK!

She opened her eyes, a sharp blade now piercing through the pipers head. The blade pulled out, and the piper fell to the floor. Azael quickly looked up to see who had just saved her life. A angelic like woman, reached her hand out.

"Are you alright?" The angel said.

She was another toon? Azael had never seen anyone other than searchers and lost ones. She nodded, the angel handed the toon her pipe and pulled her to her feet.

"You’re lucky I was around, otherwise you’d be toast" the angel said, tapping on a device, looked like a radar.

The angel paused, then turned her attention to Azael.

"Azael?" She said, lowering her radar from view.

The angel took a step forward, the toon took a step back then nodded.

"Huh…never seen another one before." The angel mumbled, what did she mean ‘another one’ ?

"Don’t worry, I don’t plan on hurting you or anything, I’m Alice." She reached her hand out, Azael gripped the angels clean glove and gave it a shake.

"Are you all alone here? That’s quite dangerous for someone like you." The angel said, tucking the radar into her pocket. Azael nodded, the angel sighed.

"Well, do you want to come with me? It’s dangerous to stay in the open for too long. The ink demon might find you." The angel said, slicing planks out her path.

Azael tilted her head, and wrote in a notebook she kept in a pouch on her overalls. The angel turned to her.

"Isn’t the ink demon defeated?"

Alice let out a laugh, the shook her head.

"Naive little one, it’s far from gone. Don’t listen to that old man he tells nothing but lies." Alice proceeded forward, Azael stayed close behind.

"The posters lie?" Azael wrote, Alice stopped to read then paused before answering.

"I’ll be honest, I haven’t seen the bastard in awhile, but trust me it’s still around." Alice said, quickening her pace.

"Where are we going?" Azael wrote.

"Someplace I call home, cmon it’s not far." Alice said, stopping at a elevator.

The elevator opened, Alice stepped to the side allowing her companion to step inside first. The toon did, Alice came in behind her. Pressing a few buttons, the elevator door closed and ascended. Azael took a seat on the floor, scrapping it with her finger.

Alice leaned against the wall, pulling out a different device. The angel spoke into it.

"Tom, I’m heading back, open the door for me." The angel said, nothing but static responded.

Azael tilted her head. Who’s Tom? She wasn’t alone??

"Who’s Tom?" Azael wrote, Alice turned to her.

"Oh! Right, I forgot to mention him- don’t worry, he means no harm. He’s a friend." Alice said, the elevator stopped and the doors opened.

Alice stepped out the elevator and went down a twisted hallway. Nervously, Azael followed.

Alice approached a door.

"Stay behind, okay?" Alice said. She knocks on the door with rhythm.

Azael nodded, and stood close behind Alice.

The door opens, a wolf greets Alice and moves aside to let her in. Alice grabs hold of the little toons hand, leading her inside. The wolf, noticing Azael began to sniff her. The toon jolted, and stood completely still.

"Relax Tom, they’re clean." Alice said, placing down her sword onto a rack on the wall.

So, the wolf is Tom?

The toon inspected Tom a bit, he was big in size, with buff arms. His left arm replaced with a mechanical robot one.

Tom scoffed and approached Alice, making gestures with his hands.

"Who is this?" Tom signed, Alice looked over at Azael, then turned back to Tom.

"Some kid, well I assume it’s a kid. They was attacked in heavenly toys. Couldn’t just leave them." Alice signed in reply, Azael stared at the two in confusion.

Why’re they just waving their hands at one another?

The toon thought.

"What if they’re dangerous?" Tom signed, Alice sighed.

”They’re not, they couldn’t even take down a piper. Relax." Alice replied, ending the conversation.

Tom looked back at the toon, and approached her.

"Do you know sign?" Tom asked, Azael tilted her head.

"It’s sign language, we could teach you if you want?" Alice said, Azael paused then nodded.

"Oh, this is Tom by the way, Tom this is Azael." Alice introduced the two, Azael reached for Toms hand and shook.

Tom gestured for the little toon to take a seat, she did so and he showed her some basic sign. Azaels stomach rumbled low, she then remembered why she left her den in the first place. For food.

Alice took notice, and slid a bowl across the table. The toon looked inside, boiling bacon soup brewed within the bowls center. Alice placed a bowl for Tom as well, before sitting down and placing a bowl for herself.

"Sorry, it’s all we have." Alice said to Azael. The toon nodded, she didn’t really like bacon soup. Then again, she didn’t care, she just wanted to eat.

When finishing, the toon tugged on Alice.

"What’s up? Want more?" Alice asked, holding a spoon over a pot of boiling soup. Azael shook her head and wrote in her book.

"I need to return to my den."

"Oh, you already had a place to stay? Why not stay here with us? We can protect you." Alice said, crouching to the toons eye level.

Azael thought about it, she didn’t enjoy being all alone, she also liked Alice, she could warm up to Tom. She didn’t have anything too important in the den. She’s got nothing to lose.

The toon nodded, Alice clasped her hands and laughed.

"Alright, we’d love having you here! Right Tom?" Alice turned her head to Tom, who was lying in a hammock. The angel repeated herself a little louder, Tom opened one eye and nodded. Azael felt happy, but her blank expression remained.

"One rule, don’t leave on your own." Alice said, scooping some soup into her bowl. Azael nodded, and sat down on one of the beds.

The toon kicked her feet up, and closed her eyes. Her heart rate slowed, and she drifted to sleep.

metamatronic: giving jaded, rude boys who have died multiple times the same hair since 2017.

also, for my older followers, some familiar faces.

skljlgsmlg did you want more gumball and the ink machine? no? too bad i guess. more creepy stuff under the cut! and the lyrics in images 2 and 3 are from or3o’s “all eyes on me”.