Author's note: Hey ya'll, l usually post different stuff such as stories and x reader stories, but l have been into TADC for a while, and l keep seeing theories for the 8th episode coming on the 20th this month, and l think I found something, it's just a small theory, and this is just for fun it might not mean a lot so..... yeah ( I am not ready to be truamatised when the 8th episode comes out) Don't kill my king kinger 👑 (Also this post might be long sorry in advance!)
Okay so basicly l feel like everyone heard that Gooseworks had said the TADC is inspired by a game/story called "I have no mouth and l must scream" I searched that up to see if she had actually said that, and yes, that part is true. You can look at her Twitter account
📖 Quick Summary of I have no mouth, and l must scream
In the story, humans created a supercomputer called AM during a world war. AM eventually becomes self-aware and realizes it was created only to serve humans. Because of this, it develops a deep hatred for humanity. So AM destroys almost the entire human race.
However, it keeps five humans alive and traps them inside its underground world. For over 109 years, AM tortures them psychologically and physically just because it hates them and has nothing else to do.
⚠️ The Ending
One of the survivors, Ted, realizes the others will suffer forever if AM keeps them alive.
So he kills the other four survivors quickly to save them from the endless torture.
But before he can end his own life, AM stops him.
As punishment, AM transforms Ted into a shapeless creature slug that can’t move, speak, or harm itself.
Ted is left completely alone, unable to die or communicate.
That’s where the title comes from:
He has no mouth… and he must scream.
And that's where my theory comes in.
MY THEORY: The ending of TADC is going to be similar to "I have no mouth, and l must scream," and Zooble is going to be the one to sacrifice themselves.
Yes l know that sounds werid at first but hear me out l only have a few kinda evidence why l think its going to be similar endings.
Okay so l was doing a TADC marathon with my boyfriend and l told him things he didn't know about the show since he hadn't wacthed it before and l told him how it's inspired by l have no mouth and l must scream game and he never heard of that story or game before and while we were watching epsoiode 5: Untitled where they go through adventures they want to atuaclly do.
The one adventure that had caught my eye was about them in a bar while they talk about jobs they did or had before they came to the TADC. Now, they also have a voting thingy that they say lets vote this and that and see how many people want to do that specific thing, such as making Jax vegan lol.
But there is this one point where Jax said "Well, I'm calling a vote to turn Zooble into a slug."
So I was thinking, 'wow, this sounds kinda like how Ted was turned into a slimy monster at the end of "I have no mouth, and I must scream." isn't it?" and the reason l thought about that again is beacuse When Ted became that monster he looks like a slug somtimes if you look it up it would just say he is like slimy looking but other sources have said that it is frequently describe as a "slug-like entity" or "gelatinous creature"
Okay stay with me now why l still think this isn't really something to sweep under the rug.
There is another theory someone had (I don't remember who but if you know who am talking about please comment who so l can re edit this and l can mention them or tag them!) where basically during the "Intermission Time" there might be hints of who makes it out of the circus or who doesn't or gets abstruced.
Their theory was in this first part, Pomni and Jax get squashed by the bowling balls while Ragtha and Gangle had cake on them.
They had said something about mabey it means that Pomni and Jax got away while Ragatha and Gangle didn't or abstracted.
As for Kinger, he gets hit by a Queen chess piece, which could mean that maybe he tries to leave with the others, but wanted to stay with his wife or something like that.
So if maybe JUST maybe if this can be true, this leaves me deep in a rabbit hole of the ending of TADC having a similar ending to "I have no mouth, and l must scream."
The reason is that you don't see Zooble in this specific part, yes, they are in the Intermission time, but why not here???
So part of my theory is that they had to choose who got to leave, and maybe 1 or 2 people stayed?? (Again, this is just a thought) So what if Zooble made the sacrifice to stay, and the others get to leave, but in the process only Jax and Pomni were able to leave, and Gangle and Ragatha had Abstracted while either the same thing happened to Kinger or he wanted to stay with his wife.
There is also a Theory that Bubbles is a virus (This actually might be true because l heard he is based of a virus in the 80's called Bubbles, but l am not sure) and mabey Bubbles had done some damgage and Cane tried to fix things and ruined it which would cause mabey harm to Zooble or causing them to turn into a slug??
The reason l think of this part is the Episode 8 trailer saying about the story of an AI
As of now this is all the evidence that l have if l find anymore that can prove my point l will update here. Thank yall for reading this and tell me your ideas about my theory or if you agree or disagree! Bye Ya'll :D
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🐾 Kuroo tetsurō - He falls for your smile.
You're curled up on the couch with Kuroo, blanket over your laps, the light from the TV flickering against your skin. It's some cheesy sci-fi film he insisted you'd "hate so much you'd love it,' and you're both half-watching, half-narrating every awful line.
You reach for the popcorn at the same time he does, fingers brushing. You laugh softly. He glances over, already smiling, ready with some dumb remark—but the words never come.
You're lit only by the soft light of the screen, your smile worn ear to ear, he's favorite sound echoing in the room. Your laughter. Your hair falls into place. The air in his lungs get knocked right the fuck out. As his eyes widen at you, he brings his hand to his left chest where his heart should be, it aches for you and only you, only now is he really realizing it.
You notice his stare "What?"
He swallows the hollow lump in his throat.
"Nothin'... you just look cute when you're judging bad CGI."
You giggle. "Oh shut up, you're the one who picked it."
But he doesn't respond right away—because all he can think is oh.
So this is what falling in love feels like.
It's not loud. It's not dramatic. It's just... you, here, close enough to touch, and it's enough to undo him.
🦉 Bokuto Kōtarō - He falls for your laugh.
He's telling you some absurd, made-up joke—something about owls and protein powder—and you're howling. Your laughter is the kind that comes from your belly, the kind that makes your eyes crinkle and your hand smack his arm mid-giggle.
And Bokuto, being Bokuto, gets too excited reenacting the punchline and stumbles backward, tripping over a dumbbell he swore he moved.
You rush over, trying not to laugh more. "Bo! Are you okay?"
He groans dramatically. "I'm fine, but the floor definitely hit back."
You reach out your hand to help him, and as he looks up at you—laughing, flushed with joy, lit up by the warm sunset through the window—he sees everything.
Your smile. The golden lighting kissing your skin. The way your eyes shine when you look at him like he's your favorite part of the day.
And it slips out.
"I think I love you."
You blink. "...What?"
His eyes widen. "Wait—did I say that out loud?"
You laugh even harder, cheeks flushed now too. "Yes, you big dork."
He accepts your help off the floor, wrapping you in a hug so tight you squeak. "Well. I meant it."
🔥 Hinata Shōyō - He falls for the way you feel like home.
The sun's low, casting a soft golden hue into the apartment as your favorite slow song comes on. You're standing in the kitchen, swaying slightly with a glass of juice in your hand, eyes twinkling as you look at him.
"Dance with me?"
Hinata blinks. "Like... now?"
"Yes," you grin, tugging his hand. "C'mon. It's romantic."
He laughs, a little awkward, a little flustered, but follows you anyway. He's clumsy at first, bouncing too much on his toes, but you guide him—hands on his shoulders, moving gently together by the sink.
You ask him about practice, His favorite part of the day, and he talks with that usual spark. But then he looks down at you midsentence—and it hits him all at once.
Your head resting against his chest. Your content little sigh. How peaceful this feels.
He wants this every day.
He wants you every day.
“Y/N?” he says, softly.
“Hm?”
He smiles so wide it hurts. “This is my new favorite part of the day.”
🩹 Atsumu Miya – He falls for your voice.
He’s on a road trip with his team and calls you from the bus. It's late, and his voice is soft, tired but warm.
“You still awake?” he asks.
You are. You were waiting for him.
You talk about nonsense—the snacks he bought, how cramped the ride is, some weird music Suna put on. But then there’s a quiet pause. He hears you yawn.
“You should sleep, babe,” he says.
“M’kay. But I like hearing your voice.”
He goes quiet.
“What?” you ask.
“…I was gonna wait ‘til I got back, but…” He exhales. “I’m in love with you.”
You freeze. He’s rambling now, nervous. “I mean, I’ve probably been in love with you for a while, but like—now I’m aware of it, and—”
“Atsumu.”
“Yeah?”
“I love you too.”
The grin on his face is instant, pure. He tucks himself against the window and whispers, “Can’t wait to come home.”
📱 Suna Rintarō - he falls for your everything.
It's 11pm and you've dragged Suna out because you're craving ice cream. He grumbles about it but still shows up in sweats and a hoodie, car keys dangling from his fingers.
You're half-asleep in the snack aisle, comparing flavors while watches from behind the cart.
You're babbling about your favorite toppings, the weird candy combinations you like, and your bare face is soft and sleepy, hair tied up messily. You look like home.
This? This is it.
Not candlelit dinners or perfect dates. This—you in pajamas under fluorescent lights, waving around a pint of mint chocolate chip—is what love feels like.
He walks up, plucks the ice cream from your hand, and tosses it in the cart.
"You're buying that," he says.
"Why?"
"Cause I'm in love with you and I say so."
You blink.
"Rin."
"What?"
"You can't just drop that in aisle seven."
He shrugs. "You wanted ice cream. I gave you romance."
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🏀 KNB boys react to you challenging them to a 1v1...but you're terrible
🩵 scenario: you challenge your basketball boyfriend to a 1v1 match… unfortunately, you possess the athletic grace of a paper bag in the wind. chaos, love, and secondhand embarrassment follow.
🔗 warnings: crack fic | you're already dating them | fluff + dumbassery | unathletic reader | some light cussing
📎 note: for entertainment purposes only, i fear you would not survive a real game against these freaks. (Guess who's my favorite 🤭)
🐯 Kagami Taiga
He's excited. Way too excited. The minute you challenge him, he's stretching, cracking his neck, spinning the ball on one finger like he's warming up for the NBA Finals. "Don't hold back, alright?" he grins, bouncing on his toes.
But he should've known something was off the moment you dribbled it with both hand like a toddler and sprinted full-speed into the pole.
"...Wait—are you seriously—"
You jump back up with confidence (and a bruised ego), but now he's panicking. "You sure you don't wanna sit down? Mabey some water? First aid???"
Still, he humors you. He plays soft at first... until you try to trash talk. "You scared, Taiga?"
That's when he dunks so hard the hoop shakes and you swear the earth tilted.
"You ASKED for this," he says, out of breath, laughing as you flop to the ground in defeat.
🧢 Aomine Daiki
He grins like the devil when you challenge him. "Aww, how cute. You think you've got a chance?"
It takes ten seconds for him to double over laughing. You try to crossover, and instead cross yourself out of bounds.
"YOU SAID YOU PLAYED ONCE IN HIGH SCHOOL—"
"Yeah! Once! And I quit after i got hit in the face with the ball!"
He doesn't even try anymore. He's laying on the floor mid-court as you "Dribble" (Chase the ball like a lost toddler). "Yo, babe—are you... are you trying to do a layup or summon a demon?"
Eventually, he lets you score—then immediately scores 20 in a row while smirking. "Oops. My hand slipped~"
💛 Kise Ryouta
"Ehhh~?! You wanna go against me?" He gasps like you just proposed. "You're so bold! So cool! So inspiring!"
He hypes you up to the point you believe you're capable of greatness...
Then you throw the ball straight into his face.
The gasp he lets out is drama-king level. Falls to his knees holding his nose like you just ended his modeling contract. "BABE MY FACE!!! I HAVE SHOOTS NEXT WEEK!!!"
You're apologizing and he's whimpering dramatically... until you offer to kiss it better. He perks up immediately. "Okay fine, I forgive you. But you're buying me boba and massaging my ego later~"
(You don't even finish the game. He just posts you on his story with “💛 my #1 fan… not my #1 baller lol 💛” )
🧊 Akashi Seijuro
He says nothing at first. Just nods. “As you wish.”
You’re barely into your first possession when he pauses. Blinks. Adjusts his stance. “Your form is… unusual.”
You’re hunched over. Palming the ball like it’s a melon. Shooting like it’s a dodgeball.
“…Have you ever played this sport before?”
You lie. “Yes.”
He tilts his head. “Interesting. You appear to be actively losing to gravity.”
Instead of playing you seriously, he walks over and calmly starts correcting you like a private coach. “Here. Like this.” He adjusts your hands. Moves your feet. His voice is calm but you can feel the judgment in his soul.
The game never finishes. He buys you a milk tea and says, “I admire your confidence. Let’s never speak of this again.”
🍬 Murasakibara Atsushi
"Eh... too much work," he groans when you first challenge him. You promise snack if he plays, and now suddenly he's 7 feet of grumpy motivation. "Only 'cause you said there's gummies after."
You try to start the match seriously, but the moment you do a sad little dribble that bounces back into your own shin, he squints.
"Are you even trying?" he mumbles, standing completely still as you huff and puff past him like a lost puppy.
He doesn't even chase you. He just holds the ball over your head like a toddler with candy. You jump. he yawns. "So sloooow~"
Eventually, he just scoops you up, grabs the ball, and walks both of you to the hoop.
"Atsushi! You can't dunk me—"
"Mm. Too late." He gently deposits you into the net like laundry and then turns to you with the most deadpan voice:
"I win. Feed me."
You ask for a rematch. He lays flat on the floor and says, "Nope. I'm retired."
🎯 Midorima Shintarō
The minute you say "1v1 me," he visibly frowns. "This is a waste of time. You'll hurt yourself."
You ignore him. You're full of passion. He's full of regret.
And then you start the game... and he's left blinking behind his glasses in pure disbelief.
You throw the ball backwards. You run with your in the air like you're doing jazzercise. You yell "KOBE" and miss the backboard entirely.
"...What the hell was that?'
He says nothing more the next five minutes—just silently adjusts his glasses every time you embarrass yourself anew.
But he stays. Watches every tragic attempt. And when it's over, hands you a towel and says, "Your lucky item for today was a sports magazine. Clearly, it didn't work."
You laugh. He sighs. And somehow, he still buys you lunch after. (And mutters "idiot" under his breath, but with love.)
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🏐 Bokuto Koutarou
You dramatically clutch your chest and stumble forward like a Shakespearean tragedy. “Bokuto-kun, I—” thud.
He SCREAMS. Like, full volume, banshee-level panic. “Y/N?!? ARE YOU OKAY?!?” He’s already on the floor next to you, hands flailing as he tries to shake you awake like some anime side character. “OH MY GOD DID YOU FAINT?? WAS IT THE MILK? WAS IT ME?!”
You open one eye. “You were supposed to catch me.”
He gasps—betrayed by himself. “I PANICKED!! I THOUGHT YOU DIED!!” This man is ready to write a whole apology letter to your soul and start a CPR course immediately.
🏐 Suna Rintarou
You fake a slow-motion fall right in front of him, collapsing with dramatic flair. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch. Just watches you hit the ground like a bored cat watching a cup fall off a table.
“Wow,” he deadpans, chewing gum. “That looked painful.”
You glare up at him from the floor. “You were supposed to catch me.”
Suna crouches slightly, poking your forehead with one finger like you’re a science exhibit. “I don’t get paid enough for that. Actually—I don’t get paid at all.” He straightens up and takes a picture of you. “Smile. I’m sending this to Atsumu.”
🏐 Kageyama Tobio
You stumble toward him with an Oscar-worthy gasp. “Kageyama… I’m fainting—”
Boom. Floor. He blinks, staring at your crumpled form like you’ve offended his ancestors.
“…Why didn’t you catch me?” you mumble into the ground.
“You didn’t say ‘incoming,’” he replies seriously, crossing his arms like this is a volleyball drill. “You can’t just fall randomly. There are protocols.”
You sit up, dusty and betrayed. “I literally said I was fainting.”
He squints at you, dead serious. “Next time, try saying it louder. With eye contact.”
🏐 Hinata Shoyo
You throw yourself into a dramatic fall, arms flailing, aiming right at him. “Hinata-kun, catch meee—!”
He dodges. Like this is dodgeball. You hit the floor with a bonk.
“AAAAH I’M SO SORRY I PANICKED,” he yells, spinning around in circles like a guilty Roomba. “I thought it was a prank! Or maybe a test! You fall a lot, I didn’t know this one was serious!!”
You wheeze from the floor. “It was a prank, dumbass.”
“Oh. Nice one!” He gives you a thumbs-up, still wildly panicking.
🏐 Nishinoya Yuu
You go full drama queen and collapse mid-sentence. “And I… I think I’m gonna faint—!”
He actually moves like he’s going to catch you… then trips over his own foot. You both hit the ground in a tangle of limbs.
“OW—wait, that was on me,” he wheezes, staring up at the ceiling. “I meant to catch you. I really did. But gravity is a jerk and I have tiny legs.”
You can’t even be mad. You’re laughing too hard.
Noya grins from the floor, throwing a thumbs-up. “At least we went down together!”
🏐 Kuroo Tetsurou
You dramatically lean toward him, fluttering your lashes. “Kuroo… I feel faint…”
He raises an eyebrow. “Is this a prank or a poorly disguised seduction attempt?”
You hit the floor with a dramatic sigh. “You were supposed to catch me, you absolute menace.”
He smirks, crouching beside you like he’s examining roadkill. “Why would I interfere with gravity’s natural process? Who am I to fight physics?”
You throw a shoe at him. He dodges. “I could’ve been hurt!”
“Don’t worry,” he says, patting your head. “I had 9-1-1 dialed. I just didn’t hit send yet.”
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Y/n: Wait, what's going on? Are we all talking about how hot Ghost is? Because Ghost is a straight up sexual fox riding a red-hot nuclear bombshell right toward the yowza plaza in the heart of Babe City, Assachusetts, U S A. The last A just stands for more ass.
Price: Where the fuck do you come up with these things.
Price, whispering to Ghost: You're secretly in charge, but I don't want them to feel bad.
Ghost: Obviously.
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Y/n: Protip is you do not feel good about yourself after eating tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce.
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