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Also I have an idea for a name, perhaps Spore would be a good one? Or maybe Data...
He's poking around, looking at old papers and magazines left on the dusty coffee table. He picks one up, looking at the subheading.
"Cuddle up and be lovey-dovey with your family this holiday season with our recipies and tips!" The text boasts on about. He looks at the word. Lovey..Dovey?
...Dovey..?
[ Dovey. I.. I like Dovey.. ]
Looks like someone has a name now!
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*pat pat*
Huh??? Someone.. pat him?? Dovey looks up at the anon curiously, but quickly frowns as when they pull their hand away, a thick black string of goo follows the motion like slime. Yeah, he's a bit.. sticky.
OKAY, b/c no one else has said it yet- Dovey, the world you're in is pretty dangerous for you right now. There are... let's call them monsters, covered in black goop like you, but instead of being able to talk and think for themselves, they're being puppeted by something else. Some of them tried to hurt you real bad before, and I'd bet that's why you're having memory issues. I know this message'll prolly freak you out some, but its better if you're cautious rather than caught off guard.
He blinks a few times, before his eyes trail down to the floor.
[ Ah, well.. That's.. That's certainly.. a lot. I've got some catching up to do, then. ]
Dovey slides off of the countertop and steps over to a broken back door leading to the outside. Much like the window the sky appeared the same. It felt familliar, yet he couldn't tell why that was. The grass and plants appeared to be growing wild outside, gently blowing in the midnight breeze. Dovey gently presses his hand to the glass, observing what felt like a scene he hadn't seen in decades.
[ If being in danger is what it takes to see more things like this, then.. I'd be willing to take that risk. ]
He turns to you, an intent look on his face.
[ I may not remember anything, but.. I can take care of myself. I'm clearly not able to get hurt - since I have no blood, or, well.. anything other than this.. goo making up my body. If someone like that sees me I doubt that they would attack, let alone hurt me. ]
id give you a hug (if you allow me to, of course) but since you are seemingly made of goop, that may not be the best idea
He didn't really listen to that second part, quickly wrapping his arms around the anon tightly. Yeah. He was sticky, but not inherrently.. unpleasant? The substance that made his body was surprisingly warm. Dovey (as he picked his name just now,) hums and smiles.
[ I haven't gotten a hug before.. It feels nice.. ]
Well, you're... not a ghost, per se. More like a consciousness possessing a body. Sorry, I have no better way to put it.
[ ..Is that not normal? ]
Dovey tilts his head, but shrugs.
[ Mehh.. that's too confusing to think about. Let's do something else! ]
Suddenly, he smiles, and hops to the glass door, pulling it open with some effort. He steps outside, looking up to the sky in awe. Dovey looks down, running his hand through the wild untamed grass surrounding him in curiousity.
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((NotTheAnonBut-)) No, it is really not, it is best to stay in here, more safe, plus they think your dead and that is good
He stares at you. ..He squints in confusion.
[They? Who's "They"?]
[And.. why is that good..? Am.. I forgetting something important?]
Dovey we uh. The uhm.. Black goop is called corruption. The black and pink stuff. Your infected by it. But good thing there IS a way to get rid of it. It's just.. Complicated. And I'm not sure if it can work within code. Since I think Daddy dearest, Maybe someone else not sure. Yeeted you into the game to be stuck for basically all of time until the game dies. I think.
Dovey frowns, looking down at his form, and poking himself in the stomach. His skin ripples almost like jello.
[ Infected? Like.. sick..? I don't feel sick.. Just slimy. ]
His interest peaks as he hears a name. Something stirred in him for a moment, but he didn't know why that was.
[ Daddy.. Dearest..? Who's that? Do I have a dad? W-Where is he? Can you take me to him? Maybe he can help me remember something! ]
🚿 mention one of their shower thoughts. |||| What are some weird thoughts you had?
Dovey had explored to what seemed to be the remains of a kitchen. He hops up and perches on the countertop, softly humming a song he wasn't sure why he knew.
[ I don't really know what a shower is! But sometimes before I realized I could talk to people, I thought about what an error was. And why they called them that. It's funny to think that even programs make mistakes too, right? ]
He giggles. Looks like Dovey is in a good mood!
