#undersource fanstuff

Resolved MusicUT made a new version of their Hacker Theme!~

I don’t think you understand just HOW MUCH I love Fi.

Octavia in the flesh.

Octavia by Sly-lock syl

person posing is secrective

Syl’s Response: oH IT’S AMAZING YOU LOOK LOVELY! THANK YOU!~ (ﾉ ;▽; )ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Well would you look at that. Akinator knows Necros. I wasn’t even trying for him tho. But when I did he guessed him pretty quickly lol.

Necros had always loved oceany the pirate au with its pickled, pleasant pirates. It was a place where he felt ambivalent.

He was a witty, splendid, beer drinker with sticky arms and dirty lips. His friends saw him as a shivering, stormy scientist. Once, he had even helped an exuberant pirate papyrus cross the road. That’s the sort of man he was.

Necros walked over to the window and reflected on his sunny surroundings. The drizzle rained like sitting tortoises.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Hacker Chara. Hacker was a gracious demon with feathery arms and wobbly lips.

Necros gulped. He was not prepared for Hacker.

As Necros stepped outside and Hacker came closer, he could see the kindhearted smile on their face.

“Look Necros,” growled Hacker, with a hilarious glare that reminded Necros of gracious donkeys. “I hate you and I want revenge for killing meh. You owe me 6164 gold.”

Necros looked back, even more calm and still fingering the peculiar rock. “Hacker, back from the dead, I see,” he replied.

They looked at each other with surprised feelings, like two funny, filthy flamingos thinking at a very generous Kah’s birthday, which had piano music playing in the background and two articulate uncles cooking to the beat.

Necros studied Hacker’s feathery arms and wobbly lips. Eventually, he took a deep breath. “I’m afraid I declared myself bankrupt,” explained Necros. “You will never get your money.”

“No!” objected Hacker. “You lie!”

“I do not!” retorted Necros. “Now get your feathery arms out of here before I hit you with this peculiar rock.”

Hacker looked barmy, their wallet raw like a grubby, gentle gun.

Necros could actually hear Hacker’s wallet shatter into 6164 pieces. Then the gracious demon hurried away into the distance.

Not even a drink of beer would calm Necros’s nerves tonight.

THE END

Note: I return with a sequel. You shall never have context. Mwahahaha. >:3 

Syl’s response: oh my god, there’s a second one XD

(Submission)

OOF

I’m sorry, but I had to.

An angry wild Neko-ros appeared!!

(I didn’t manage to draw one myself so I just find one of ur image and put cat ears/tail xD sorry )

Necros had always hated large The Creepy Judgement Hall with its wonderful, witty windows. It was a place where he felt barmy.

He was an admirable, scheming, beer drinker with wobbly ankles and ginger abs. His friends saw him as a shallow, slippery scientist. Once, he had even helped a victorious Fi cross the road. That’s the sort of man he was.

Necros walked over to the window and reflected on his yellow surroundings. The hail pounded like smiling horses.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Maestro . Maestro was a greedy composer with brunette ankles and pointy abs.

Necros gulped. He was not prepared for Maestro.

As Necros stepped outside and Maestro came closer, he could see the embarrassed smile on his face.

“Look Necros,” growled Maestro, with a clumsy glare that reminded Necros of greedy maggots. “It’s not that I don’t love you, but I want to leave me alone. You owe me 3236 gold.”

Necros looked back, even more afraid and still fingering the warped ruler. “Maestro, don’t leave u r welcome here,” he replied.

They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two disgusted, delicious dogs bopping at a very gracious rave, which had reggae music playing in the background and two clever uncles shouting to the beat.

Necros regarded Maestro’s brunette ankles and pointy abs. “I don’t have the funds …” he lied.

Maestro glared. “Do you want me to shove that warped ruler where the sun don’t shine?”

Necros promptly remembered his admirable and scheming values. “Actually, I do have the funds,” he admitted. He reached into his pockets. “Here’s what I owe you.”

Maestro looked ecstatic, his wallet blushing like a klutzy, keen kettle.

Then Maestro came inside for a nice drink of beer.

THE END 

Note: Ah, my identity was discovered! As a reward have a third installment.

Syl’s Response: Oh My God There’s a third one XD