Zagan's Ooky Spooky Chamber

Tenna art by @9Aaaalt29 on twt

The crowd roared in confused enthusiasm as Tenna gave a gracious flurry of low-FPS bows, pausing only for the occasional stink-nose at his audience plants who weren’t throwing enough 3D roses.

Eventually, the room fell silent. It was Senshi’s turn to speak.

He puffed out his chest, took a long, sweeping look over the audience… and shook his head.

“I can see not all of you are eating properly.”

The crowd murmured with embarrassment.

“I don’t know who needs to hear this, but it’s time to take the turkey out of your icebox. I have seen the ingenious technology with which your people store food... and I have also seen the waste which results from such convenience.

“The food you take had a life. Beasts grew fat on the grass of the field, plants grew from the sun’s rays, and mushrooms grew from minerals in the cracks of caves. And yet, it sits in your iceboxes, collecting moisture until it perishes.

“Eat what is given to you. Because its life will make you stronger, too.”

Without another word, Senshi left his podium and stepped away from the stage. The crowd murmured in confusion. “Is he really like that?” somebody said. “I only remember reblogging the photosets of him tripping and showing ass.”

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Back in the Green Room, Tenna wrung his antennas nervously.

“Y-y-you think they liked me!? They HAD to!! I mean, I don’t know what Asgore was thinking, getting that weird haircut and running that food waste campaign, but… YOU thought I did good, didn’t you, Kris?”

Laios nodded aggressively, a streak of blue face paint peeling from his forehead.

“You did AMAZING, Tenna! By the way, now that we’ve seen all your insider campaign secrets, do you have any more videos of Susie? Especially her tail... If I could get a look at that, I could finally tell if she’s a dinosaur or --”

THWACK. Fake antlers butted Laios’s head.

“LAIOS?? Weren’t we dressed up to help SENSHI???” Marcille hissed, gesturing awkwardly with her hooves.

Suddenly, Tenna turned to the two adventurers.

“Hey, WAIT a second. SOMETHING’s not right here...”

Laios and Marcille held their breath.

“Where the heck are my POINTS!?”

Just then, the door opened. Chilchuck took one step into the room, whistling and holding a large bag.

Everyone turned to him.

Chilchuck paused, took a step backwards, and closed the door.

“CHILCHUCK!!!” yelled Tenna.

“How come Chilchuck got to stay Chilchuck!?” yelled Marcille at the same time.

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FIRST OFF THE MISCHARACTERIZATION?? The fandom treats ITrapped like an evil son of a bitch that deserves the fucking worst. I SWEAR THOSE TOXIC CHANCE AND DOUBLEFEDORA FANS TREAT MY POOR BOY IF LIKE HE WAS THE HELLSPAWN OF ROBLOXIA… 🥀🥀🥀 People hate ITrapped because he betrayed chance, but that’s double standards because the fandom likes Twotime even though they betrayed Azurewrath. Imma tell something about ITrapped that some people didn’t know: ITrapped had held onto the Darkheart during (and probably before) his relationship with Chance. It was confirmed by the forsaken Devs that the SFOTH swords can corrupt anyone that dares hold those swords for longer. ITrapped BECAME ‘greedy’ because of the Darkheart’s amplifications onto his mind. Itrappeds mental health was kinda already like shit ever since he lost two of his friends, Ellernate and Caleb244 (implied, despite those two never being directly mentioned). He was grieving over his friends and the Darkheart made his situation even fucking worse. The effects from the Darkheart? HE LOSES ANOTHER FUCKING FRIEND 💔💔 I feel like ITrapped deep down cared about Chance since he didn’t want to become lonely again…. BUT OF COURSE DARKHEART HAD TO CORRUPT HIM 💢💢💢💢💢 I have a theory that he stole the Darkheart because he wanted to protect himself from any of the admins and try to free his friends, since the banlands is scary ass place that is dangerous when you’re unarmed. My baby boy needs more angst :(

after the butchering of ITrapped’s character, this ‘new’ version gets his ‘fanon’ lore (aka given by the fandom). WHERE THE FUCK IS CALEB AND ELLERNATE??? HELLO??? WHERE WAS HIS STATUS OF BEING A EXPLOITER DURING MAY MADNESS????? His ‘lore’ isn’t expanded from that point, only being used as a plot device for chance’s sad backstory or wtv.

Now moving onto canon, him being the ‘greedy’ one in the forsaken lore never made sense because CALEB WAS THE ACTUAL GREEDY ONE IN HIS FRIEND GROUP NOT ITRAPPED 😔✌️🥀 I need more canon lore about ITrapped that proves to the fandom that ITrapped isn’t pure evil… I’m starving…… but obviously the forsaken devs don’t want to do jackshit beacuse they don’t care about anything (yes yes, drama). ITrapped’s lore in forsaken is the devs basically mischaracterizing their own character, because of the lack of focus on his character’s nuance (see: very first paragraph of this rant), but rather have major focus on him being a shithead to Chance (similarly to ‘fanon’ interpretation). as a result, may madness fans have to slander forsaken’s iteration of ITrapped lmfaoooo 😭

(image not mine, it is from pinterest ig)

Headcanons about Nene!

12-13: popular, straight As, Christian, basically the stereotypical "good girl". Born to a Japanese father and Korean mother. Born in Japan but moved to South Korea at a year old, after her father left her mother. Moved to America at 7 with her maternal grandmother and mother. Her mother really wanted her to fit in so she made herself as "American" as possible (only speaking English, eating American food,) her friends all said she'd be cooler in she got a boyfriend, so she did and...

14-17: Her boyfriend gave her herpes and immediately left her. In a panic, she tried suicide (Nene's Interactive Suicide), but ultimately failed. For the first few weeks, she was able to convince everyone it was allergies, but eventually told her mother the truth. And her mom was PISSED. She told Nene she was possessed and that she'd brought demons into their home. Eventually, her mother agreed to get her the valacyclovir, but her grandmother ended up disowning Nene. At school, a kid found the valacyclovir in her bag and told the whole school. Nene was now an outcast with no friends. Her grades slipped from top of all her classes to failing everything. She wasn't the teacher's favorite anymore. She didn't even care for her religion anymore, skipping church and hiding her Bible away. Surely God could only love pure girls. And she wasn't pure anymore. Somewhere inbetween all of this, she started cutting herself. Her mother simply covered her legs with bandages, fearing the stigma of have daughter in the psych ward. Nene also stopped eating, developing anorexia nerviosa. Her mother claimed it was "just another phase". She covered herself with baggy clothes, hoping to hide her bony figure. She stuffed her bra to make herself look more attractive as her cutting frenzies and eating disorder got worse and worse. And it worked. She became the "school bicycle" so to speak, as well as discovering she was bi. And it all came to a head during the school shooting (picos school). She'd tried so many times to kill herself that year. And she just knew this is how she would die, surrounded by corpses in a bloody school. How embarrassing! How stressful! As she saw a ginger kid with a gun approaching, she thought this was her chance! All the anxiety would finally end! She threw herself in front of him, this younger kid she didn't even recognize, and beg him to spare her, to end her life. But he didn't. "You're the Herpes Slut, aren't you?" He asked, sounding like he already knew. He grabbed her by her bony hand and shoved her under a desk before saying "don't die" and running off. She managed to escape after that, but she felt like she'd died that day. She was paranoid now,untrusting of anyone. Everything only became worse. Her mother became manipulative and cruel, her cutting, her non-eating, her attempts, all of it more intense, more crazed, more frequent. She let others ruin her, strip her, do what they wanted.

It was killing her more than anything she could do.

She took her cutting knife everywhere and had been suspended constantly for having them at her new school, but she was too scared not to have them. If she was gonna die, it would be by her hand. Finally, one day and one month before her 18th birthday, she found everything of hers laid out on the lawn. She clothes, her seal plushies, her makeup kits, her books, EVERYTHING. The locks had also been changed. She was kicked out. She sobbed on her lawn until she couldn't breathe. She grabbed her knife, some cash, a seal plushie, a few pieces of clothing, a small makeup kit, and an old picture of her and her mother from when she was only four and ran. Ran until she caught a train leading into the city, ran until she spotted a tall abandon building, ran until she was at the very top of the building, overlooking the cacophony of color that was the sunset. At least my last one will be the prettiest, she thought, taking out her knife. She knew what she would do: Hara Kiri. The most honorable suicide. As she aimed the knife at her belly, which the ribs still jutted out of, and stared at the sunset. What a beautiful last memory, she mused. She was ready for the kingdom of heaven. As the blade grazed her skin, she heared a loud "Hey, Darnell! There's some chick with a knife up here!" As she turned to the source of the noise and saw it, a look of understanding passed between them. The ginger kid smirked. "Oh", they both said "it's you". The other kid laughed joylessly. "Thought she woulda had you shot up by now."

18-24: she'd learned the kids names. Darnell and Pico. Pico and Darnell. She'd known about them, of course. Pico was once as popular as her. They'd even hung out a few times. And Darnell had had a campaign for school president, working very hard to gather the sympathy vote. They were all aware of each other, but not friends, at least not close ones. But now? Ever since they'd saved Nene, you never saw those three without each other. They knew each other well, like they'd been friends since birth. They knew Pico was schizophrenic. They knew Nene was anorexic. They knew Darnell was a pyromaniac. They knew every quirk, fact, secret, shame, pride and regret about each other. They tried to kill Pico's ex together (and he fucked it up, obviously), they battled the Uberkids together, they'd fought to be kings of the portal. It seemed like their adventures and chaos would never end. And slowly, they stated getting better. Pico wasn't so anxious all the time. Nene wasn't so skinny anymore. Darnell controlled his impulses. They made each other better.

And then Darnell died.

He really wasn't lying about having five years left to live. Pico cried the hardest. Nene felt like she was burying a brother. Neither of the talked. Just cried and hugged. It went on like that for days. Things went on. Life went on. They went on. But it wasn't the same. Pico and Nene killed and earned money and never talked or joked or laughed. How could they? They weren't whole. Nene had days were she wouldn't even look at food. Pico's hallucinations worsened. This wasn't manic depression. Nene knew that was like. She'd barely survived it. This was a depression that slowly ate you alive. But Nene steeled herself. This wouldn't kill them. This would not kill her. She gripped the handle of the knife Pico had carved for her. "We're going." She said. "Where?" Pico asked, slumped over in a chair. Nene smiled. For the first time since she could remember. "Wherever the fuck we want." And they did. They found new friends. Made new enemies. Built a home, a base, a life worth living. Because they still had to grow. Still had to change. Had to do it. For Darnell. Their new friends pushed them. Hard. And it was good to have someone pushing Nene again. Because she needed pushing.

But everyone's story ends.

No one could have seen it coming. The sword slammed into her ribs. Through her lungs and

Out

Of

Her chest

Blood. Who's blood

oh

Her blood. She'd seen that. But this was different.

As the sword was yanked back out of her chest, Nene fell. Hard. Her cheek hit a rock, knocking her tooth out. But what did it matter?

She could see him. Darnell. He wanted her to come with him. And she was ready to go. Because Pico would be okay. He had the now. It wasnt just them against the world. It was him and the others. And they would be okay. She would be okay.

Nene had done a lot of things in her life. A lot of them weren't good. But her friends were good. Seals were good. Pink dresses and hearts and sparkly headbands were all good. Having a mom was good, even if she was unkind. Helping her friends was good. And, by God, was valacyclovir good.

Nene didn't win. She was bleeding out on a battlefield, covered in dirt and blood. But she still chuckled. She wasn't dead by her own hand. That was something. No, Nene didn't win the game of life.

But she'd give her a pass.

STAT cosplay!!!!

if it were actually accurate…i couldn’t figure out how to tie her hair without it showing my own hair and the wigs net