It screeches in artificial agony, many gears and wires being ripped out along with the pipe. Electricity crackles and guts pour into the water and electrical cables all over the floor.
The building rumbles as the cheap yellow lights flicker violently, objects and pieces of architecture falling, crumbling, broken.
KK falls into a long hallway with various tools and blueprints for any machine you can think of hanging on the walls. Pieces of a playplace hang from the fallen cables, as do parts from various machines and animatronics, dripping and drizzling the dirty water from the floor above. Red words on the walls read things like “LOST AND FORGOTTEN,” “FAILURE,” “THEY DON’T NEED YOU ANYMORE,” “YOU ABANDONED YOUR FAMILY,” and “WHAT DID YOU EVEN THINK YOU WERE GOING TO ACCOMPLISH?”
At the end of the hall, there is the silhouette of a Strugel in a coat sitting on a chair, hunched over a desk. He seems to be sketching something.
KK rises to her feet, and walks over to him, not showing an ounce of fear.
"Hello! KK here. I assume you're the one who called me here?"
"Yes." Comes his quiet, breathless voice. He doesn't look at her. He takes something off the wall in front of him and slides it into the desk lamp: a blueprint for the ideal form she had sketched before. "Please, speak softly."
*Sorry about the delay.*
KK nods, looking over at the blueprint with a growing sense of elated madness. There is a faint crackle of radio static that can be heard around her for a second, and then music at a low volume.
"It's... that looks wonderful! It even has all the measurements!" She whispers, clearly ecstatic at the prospect of bringing this monstrous being to life.. "It's... perfect." There is a notable increase in static around that last word, but it can still be heard.
*Here ya go!*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Yes." Comes his quiet, breathless voice. He doesn't look at her. He takes something off the wall in front of him and slides it into the desk lamp: a blueprint for the ideal form she had sketched before. "Please, speak softly."
*Sorry about the delay.*
KK nods, looking over at the blueprint with a growing sense of elated madness. There is a faint crackle of radio static that can be heard around her for a second, and then music at a low volume.
"It's... that looks wonderful! It even has all the measurements!" She whispers, clearly ecstatic at the prospect of bringing this monstrous being to life.. "It's... perfect." There is a notable increase in static around that last word, but it can still be heard.
*Here ya go!*
*Thank you!*
He folds up the blueprint and places it in his pocket. "Now that you know it exists, I can tell how much it is really worth in your eyes. What are you willing to offer for its completion?"
"Yes." Comes his quiet, breathless voice. He doesn't look at her. He takes something off the wall in front of him and slides it into the desk lamp: a blueprint for the ideal form she had sketched before. "Please, speak softly."
*Sorry about the delay.*
KK nods, looking over at the blueprint with a growing sense of elated madness. There is a faint crackle of radio static that can be heard around her for a second, and then music at a low volume.
"It's... that looks wonderful! It even has all the measurements!" She whispers, clearly ecstatic at the prospect of bringing this monstrous being to life.. "It's... perfect." There is a notable increase in static around that last word, but it can still be heard.
*Here ya go!*
*Thank you!*
He folds up the blueprint and places it in his pocket. "Now that you know it exists, I can tell how much it is really worth in your eyes. What are you willing to offer for its completion?"
KK turns to face him. "Old memories, works of art, working to further your goals... anything, so long as I stay myself."
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
He folds up the blueprint and places it in his pocket. "Now that you know it exists, I can tell how much it is really worth in your eyes. What are you willing to offer for its completion?"
KK turns to face him. "Old memories, works of art, working to further your goals... anything, so long as I stay myself."
He looks her in the eyes, his many pupils and ornate, golden irises looking back. "You would give all that to me... and you don't even know who I am. What are you running from? What could possibly leave you so desperate?"
He folds up the blueprint and places it in his pocket. "Now that you know it exists, I can tell how much it is really worth in your eyes. What are you willing to offer for its completion?"
KK turns to face him. "Old memories, works of art, working to further your goals... anything, so long as I stay myself."
He looks her in the eyes, his many pupils and ornate, golden irises looking back. "You would give all that to me... and you don't even know who I am. What are you running from? What could possibly leave you so desperate?"
KK's faceless head remains focused on him. "I've been through hell and back to get here, locked away in my own mind to be a puppet for something that constantly threatened to shatter my psyche. For decades. That isn't something a person can come back from. No, 'Kiko' died the moment that that ghost clawed out her throat. So, seeing as I'm already dead, I have nothing to lose."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*OH MY GOD THE NEW KILLER JUST CAME IN FOR DBD AND ITS SO FRIGGIN COOL LOOKING! SHE IS CALLED THE HIUNDMASTER AND ITS FRIGGIN COOOOOOL!*
(what is dbd again?)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*OH MY GOD THE NEW KILLER JUST CAME IN FOR DBD AND ITS SO FRIGGIN COOL LOOKING! SHE IS CALLED THE HIUNDMASTER AND ITS FRIGGIN COOOOOOL!*
(what is dbd again?)
*Dead By Daylight.*
(oh lol)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
He looks her in the eyes, his many pupils and ornate, golden irises looking back. "You would give all that to me... and you don't even know who I am. What are you running from? What could possibly leave you so desperate?"
KK's faceless head remains focused on him. "I've been through hell and back to get here, locked away in my own mind to be a puppet for something that constantly threatened to shatter my psyche. For decades. That isn't something a person can come back from. No, 'Kiko' died the moment that that ghost clawed out her throat. So, seeing as I'm already dead, I have nothing to lose."
"You have plenty to lose. You have your radio show, your limbs, your senses, your flexibility... your ability to wonder, and to wander... your tendency to hope. You have always had something to be taken. And until your soul is snuffed out, there always will be. What defines you? If I distilled and purified you until I had your raw essence, what would be left? What can't I take from you?"
He looks her in the eyes, his many pupils and ornate, golden irises looking back. "You would give all that to me... and you don't even know who I am. What are you running from? What could possibly leave you so desperate?"
KK's faceless head remains focused on him. "I've been through hell and back to get here, locked away in my own mind to be a puppet for something that constantly threatened to shatter my psyche. For decades. That isn't something a person can come back from. No, 'Kiko' died the moment that that ghost clawed out her throat. So, seeing as I'm already dead, I have nothing to lose."
"You have plenty to lose. You have your radio show, your limbs, your senses, your flexibility... your ability to wonder, and to wander... your tendency to hope. You have always had something to be taken. And until your soul is snuffed out, there always will be. What defines you? If I distilled and purified you until I had your raw essence, what would be left? What can't I take from you?"
She is silent for a while. "Creativity. I want to keep my ability to make art. Whether that's the radio show, or the paintings and sculptures I made, or the sketches of whatever was in my mind at the moment... the one thing that's endured throughout the spiraling madness that is my existence is my creativity. If that was the only thing I could keep, then so be it."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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*Here ya go!*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Hear me out.... Men are pretty.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Thank you!*
He folds up the blueprint and places it in his pocket. "Now that you know it exists, I can tell how much it is really worth in your eyes. What are you willing to offer for its completion?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*STOP BEING RIGHT ALL THE TIME*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Jokes on you fool, I'm never right.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
KK turns to face him. "Old memories, works of art, working to further your goals... anything, so long as I stay myself."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
(you guys make me question my sanity)
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*Have you never heard of Avatris? How dare thee.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Well now you aren't.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(gay)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*The crocodile and the buff man love each other Baal.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He looks her in the eyes, his many pupils and ornate, golden irises looking back. "You would give all that to me... and you don't even know who I am. What are you running from? What could possibly leave you so desperate?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*OH MY GOD THE NEW KILLER JUST CAME IN FOR DBD AND ITS SO FRIGGIN COOL LOOKING! SHE IS CALLED THE HIUNDMASTER AND ITS FRIGGIN COOOOOOL!*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*And I approve.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
KK's faceless head remains focused on him. "I've been through hell and back to get here, locked away in my own mind to be a puppet for something that constantly threatened to shatter my psyche. For decades. That isn't something a person can come back from. No, 'Kiko' died the moment that that ghost clawed out her throat. So, seeing as I'm already dead, I have nothing to lose."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
(what is dbd again?)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Dead By Daylight.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
(oh lol)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"You have plenty to lose. You have your radio show, your limbs, your senses, your flexibility... your ability to wonder, and to wander... your tendency to hope. You have always had something to be taken. And until your soul is snuffed out, there always will be. What defines you? If I distilled and purified you until I had your raw essence, what would be left? What can't I take from you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She is silent for a while. "Creativity. I want to keep my ability to make art. Whether that's the radio show, or the paintings and sculptures I made, or the sketches of whatever was in my mind at the moment... the one thing that's endured throughout the spiraling madness that is my existence is my creativity. If that was the only thing I could keep, then so be it."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)