#simpletoymaker

« Oh, amen to that, buddy! Aaamen. » Slurred words, and a just as slurred laugher followed. His colleagues had to improvise with the sedatives, knowing how most of them can't really affect him - but for everything's that holy, did they found a nice cocktail in the end! It was shot from the same air rifle that they usually take out for anomalous animals, and while it couldn't put him to sleep, it definitely sent him for a trip. They locked him inside the containment cell almost without further incidents. And then left him there. Waiting for him to calm down, probably. Cleaning up his mess, he guesses.

It's been days, though. He thinks. And his cell is extremely isolated.

Thank God doctor Wondertainment decided to pay him a visit, because he was starting to get a little bit more out of his mind than usual. If he's even real, that is.

Oh, who cares. At least he has someone to talk to.

[ MORE totally correct quotes ; ACCEPTING ]

Bright: Can you keep a secret? Wondertainment: Do you know anything about my life? Bright: No, I don't. Good point.

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Wondertainment, texting Bright: Bright there’s a moth on the outside of the bathroom door can you get rid of it? Wondertainment: Pls hurry because I’m going to cry Wondertainment: Bright Wondertainment: Bright Bright: Bright is dead. You’re next. Love, Moth.

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« wh  ——  what cognito hazardous shit have you put in this crown?! h-how does it make me so happy, a-are you kidding-!!

                        ... oh my God, claire would love one of these too... »

❝ Why, I must say that that’s quite the bold statement to make, doc. I assure you, Wondertainment cares deeply about its costumers’ well being. There’s a reason, after all, I let you and your company take so much inventory while barely leaving behind a cent. ❞

     Was that what dear O-one meant ?   Not quite. They were there to talk business, she could understand that much. Why else would he willingly show himself to the other ?

      But, what would he be if not one for games.

❝  Come on, why waste such a nice evening with boring questions ?   When was the last time you took the time to have a little fun ?   What do you like to play, Ellie; Tag ?   Hopstoch ?   Uno ?   Just do not get me started on Monopoly, I’ll tell you that much. No disrespect to Lizzie, of course.  ❞

❝  Or maybe it’d be nice to sit down with a nice cup of tea ?    Personally, me myself, big fan of hot-coco. You just can’t go wrong with a nice hot cup of cocoa after a long day, wouldn’t you agree? ❞

For a moment, the First simply stood there in an almost-stunned silence. His jaw was clenched and the last lull of an adrenaline rush still coursing through his veins. A dull headache had settled in behind pale eyes— Had he been yelling? The Overseer opened his mouth to speak, to ask if this was just the punchline in a comedy he was too old to understand, but knew that nothing he said would change the reality of it all. Instead, he forced himself to regain his composure, a soft huff passing his lips as he settled into a seat.  “Tea is fine. I’d ask for something a little stronger but...” O5-1 trailed off, straightening out the new wrinkles in his suit. “You don’t exact strike me as someone who drinks.”

“... The last game I played didn’t end so well,” he answered hesitantly, lighting a cigarette. “You know, it’s a shame— I like to think I played my part well but I’m afraid there can only be one winner in the end.”

totally correct quotes ; ACCEPTING

Dr.Wondertainment: I'm a reverse necromancer. Bright: Isn't that just killing people? Dr.Wondertainment: Ah, technicality.

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Dr.Wondertainment: It’s dark in here Bright: Don’t worry dude I got this Bright: *Stomps their feet* Bright: *Skechers light up*

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Lies on a wall, sighs very very very loudly and over dramatically.

"hmmm," he drummed his fingers on the table, a smile on his lips as he brought down his cup of tea, his voice playful as ever, "What if i told you I was planning on ending the world tomorrow?" [ what if? ; ACCEPTING ]

“I’d say I don’t believe it, because the end of the world isn’t exactly profitable.”

He takes a moment to take a sip out of his own cup. Thinks about it. Chuckles.

“Buuuut let’s pretend, for a second, that you’re serious. That you’re going to throw your evil army of killer toys all over the world and/or turn Earth itself into an action figure forrrr the Scarlet King, or whatever.