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 Its head twists a little bit sideways, a jerky movement like a rusty machine. It lifts up one of its many mismatched legs and slowly grabs onto their wrist, rubbing it to feel the mechanical internals and muscles and bones. "Child..." it hisses, a voice like a boiling kettle, "Why are you kind?" It lifts them up with several spoke-like appendages on its neck.

 They wince as the leg digs into their wrist, as the spokes press against their ribs, ripping a stitch and loosing blood-soaked stuffing. But they try to smile again. "Because I don't want anyone to be hurting"
*that's the truth*

 "Even... when they deserve it?" They can see its twitching, wet, humanoid lips curled into a snarl beneath the mask. "What gives you the right to deny such a natural process?" The spokes drop Poff, letting them fall to the ground. "What is it you seek to gain from this?"

*Heads up, I'll have to go soon*

 "I know how hurting feels." they shake their head. "Nobody, not even somebody terrible, deserves this."

*this is very cool though*

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 "Even... when they deserve it?" They can see its twitching, wet, humanoid lips curled into a snarl beneath the mask. "What gives you the right to deny such a natural process?" The spokes drop Poff, letting them fall to the ground. "What is it you seek to gain from this?"

*Heads up, I'll have to go soon*

 "I know how hurting feels." they shake their head. "Nobody, not even somebody terrible, deserves this."

 It's chest opens up, revealing half of a small, cracked orb. It sparks and buzzes in rhythm with the monster's eyes. "I am nobody, child. Just like you..." It presses them to the ground with a leg. 

Munch draws his human-sized revolver. "Hey, stop that!" The creature looks at him. "Or what? Do you have the nerve to take another life? What would your daughter think, boy?" Munch shivers. "I... I don't care!" He sounds like he made the decision mid-sentence. "I won't let you hurt them!"

The beast looks back to Poff. "You can't save everyone, Poff. You can't save me. If I start gutting you right here, he'll shoot. And he would hit my core, killing me." It leans very close. "How does that make you feel, little thing?"

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 "Even... when they deserve it?" They can see its twitching, wet, humanoid lips curled into a snarl beneath the mask. "What gives you the right to deny such a natural process?" The spokes drop Poff, letting them fall to the ground. "What is it you seek to gain from this?"

*Heads up, I'll have to go soon*

 "I know how hurting feels." they shake their head. "Nobody, not even somebody terrible, deserves this."

 It's chest opens up, revealing half of a small, cracked orb. It sparks and buzzes in rhythm with the monster's eyes. "I am nobody, child. Just like you..." It presses them to the ground with a leg. 

Munch draws his human-sized revolver. "Hey, stop that!" The creature looks at him. "Or what? Do you have the nerve to take another life? What would your daughter think, boy?" Munch shivers. "I... I don't care!" He sounds like he made the decision mid-sentence. "I won't let you hurt them!"

The beast looks back to Poff. "You can't save everyone, Poff. You can't save me. If I start gutting you right here, he'll shoot. And he would hit my core, killing me." It leans very close. "How does that make you feel, little thing?"

 Poff's breathing hitches, and tears begin to flow down their soft face. They reach up their arm, and with one bandaged paw, gently cover the core. "Nobody dies today. Not if I have anything to say about it."

*will you have to go for the rest of the day or just for now?*

*moar chars because The Ideas Is Much, Yes?*

a chia pet with faces on their leaves washes up. in unison, the faces take a breath, then gape their mouths in a chorus of shrill screams

a colossal, millipoid creature trundles across the wastes, amidst a crowd of wind-ups

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*moar chars because The Ideas Is Much, Yes?*

a chia pet with faces on their leaves washes up. in unison, the faces take a breath, then gape their mouths in a chorus of shrill screams

a colossal, millipoid creature trundles across the wastes, amidst a crowd of wind-ups

 A lanky, porcelain marionette jogs along the beach, as fast as it can go with its strings tangled up behind it. Once they get up closer, you can see more of them. Their pale white porcelain is decorated with gold and silver stars, glittering comets, and vibrant streaks of lightning. A colorful stage microphone traces a path from their mouth into their spiky gold and blue hair. The clothes they wear are familiar, fit for a star. Comedy and tragedy masks hang from their belt, the painted faces resembling glamrock stars of old. But the puppet's face, though painted similarly, seems sullen, despite all their opulence.

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*moar chars because The Ideas Is Much, Yes?*

a chia pet with faces on their leaves washes up. in unison, the faces take a breath, then gape their mouths in a chorus of shrill screams

a colossal, millipoid creature trundles across the wastes, amidst a crowd of wind-ups

 A lanky, porcelain marionette jogs along the beach, as fast as it can go with its strings tangled up behind it. Once they get up closer, you can see more of them. Their pale white porcelain is decorated with gold and silver stars, glittering comets, and vibrant streaks of lightning. A colorful stage microphone traces a path from their mouth into their spiky gold and blue hair. The clothes they wear are familiar, fit for a star. Comedy and tragedy masks hang from their belt, the painted faces resembling glamrock stars of old. But the puppet's face, though painted similarly, seems sullen, despite all their opulence.

*which one?

also, gtg soon*

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*moar chars because The Ideas Is Much, Yes?*

a chia pet with faces on their leaves washes up. in unison, the faces take a breath, then gape their mouths in a chorus of shrill screams

a colossal, millipoid creature trundles across the wastes, amidst a crowd of wind-ups

 A lanky, porcelain marionette jogs along the beach, as fast as it can go with its strings tangled up behind it. Once they get up closer, you can see more of them. Their pale white porcelain is decorated with gold and silver stars, glittering comets, and vibrant streaks of lightning. A colorful stage microphone traces a path from their mouth into their spiky gold and blue hair. The clothes they wear are familiar, fit for a star. Comedy and tragedy masks hang from their belt, the painted faces resembling glamrock stars of old. But the puppet's face, though painted similarly, seems sullen, despite all their opulence.

*which one?

also, gtg soon*

 *uh first*

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*moar chars because The Ideas Is Much, Yes?*

a chia pet with faces on their leaves washes up. in unison, the faces take a breath, then gape their mouths in a chorus of shrill screams

a colossal, millipoid creature trundles across the wastes, amidst a crowd of wind-ups

 A lanky, porcelain marionette jogs along the beach, as fast as it can go with its strings tangled up behind it. Once they get up closer, you can see more of them. Their pale white porcelain is decorated with gold and silver stars, glittering comets, and vibrant streaks of lightning. A colorful stage microphone traces a path from their mouth into their spiky gold and blue hair. The clothes they wear are familiar, fit for a star. Comedy and tragedy masks hang from their belt, the painted faces resembling glamrock stars of old. But the puppet's face, though painted similarly, seems sullen, despite all their opulence.

*which one?

also, gtg soon*

 *uh first*

the faces turn to you, take a breath, and continue screaming. This time, there are words “DEAD. ITS DEAD. I SHOULD BE DEAD. WORSE NOW. WHY IS IT WORSE.”

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 It's chest opens up, revealing half of a small, cracked orb. It sparks and buzzes in rhythm with the monster's eyes. "I am nobody, child. Just like you..." It presses them to the ground with a leg. 

Munch draws his human-sized revolver. "Hey, stop that!" The creature looks at him. "Or what? Do you have the nerve to take another life? What would your daughter think, boy?" Munch shivers. "I... I don't care!" He sounds like he made the decision mid-sentence. "I won't let you hurt them!"

The beast looks back to Poff. "You can't save everyone, Poff. You can't save me. If I start gutting you right here, he'll shoot. And he would hit my core, killing me." It leans very close. "How does that make you feel, little thing?"

 Poff's breathing hitches, and tears begin to flow down their soft face. They reach up their arm, and with one bandaged paw, gently cover the core. "Nobody dies today. Not if I have anything to say about it."

 The core's glow fades a bit. "You don't." It rears up and stomps on Poff, shoving them a couple inches into the ground before charging at Munch.

There's a gunshot and a flash of light, and the bark of a nearby tree splinters. The monster begins ripping into Munch with its claws and its words. "YOU HYPOCRITE! TRYING TO PLAY THE HERO WHEN YOU CAN'T EVEN SAVE YOURSELF! WHAT HOPE WILL YOU BRING WHEN YOU CAN'T EVEN FIGHT?!" The revolver is knocked about 5ft away.

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 It's chest opens up, revealing half of a small, cracked orb. It sparks and buzzes in rhythm with the monster's eyes. "I am nobody, child. Just like you..." It presses them to the ground with a leg. 

Munch draws his human-sized revolver. "Hey, stop that!" The creature looks at him. "Or what? Do you have the nerve to take another life? What would your daughter think, boy?" Munch shivers. "I... I don't care!" He sounds like he made the decision mid-sentence. "I won't let you hurt them!"

The beast looks back to Poff. "You can't save everyone, Poff. You can't save me. If I start gutting you right here, he'll shoot. And he would hit my core, killing me." It leans very close. "How does that make you feel, little thing?"

 Poff's breathing hitches, and tears begin to flow down their soft face. They reach up their arm, and with one bandaged paw, gently cover the core. "Nobody dies today. Not if I have anything to say about it."

 The core's glow fades a bit. "You don't." It rears up and stomps on Poff, shoving them a couple inches into the ground before charging at Munch.

There's a gunshot and a flash of light, and the bark of a nearby tree splinters. The monster begins ripping into Munch with its claws and its words. "YOU HYPOCRITE! TRYING TO PLAY THE HERO WHEN YOU CAN'T EVEN SAVE YOURSELF! WHAT HOPE WILL YOU BRING WHEN YOU CAN'T EVEN FIGHT?!" The revolver is knocked about 5ft away.

 They scramble up and reach for the gun, picking it up and pointing it at the creature's core. 
"i'm sorry." 
They pull the trigger.

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 The core's glow fades a bit. "You don't." It rears up and stomps on Poff, shoving them a couple inches into the ground before charging at Munch.

There's a gunshot and a flash of light, and the bark of a nearby tree splinters. The monster begins ripping into Munch with its claws and its words. "YOU HYPOCRITE! TRYING TO PLAY THE HERO WHEN YOU CAN'T EVEN SAVE YOURSELF! WHAT HOPE WILL YOU BRING WHEN YOU CAN'T EVEN FIGHT?!" The revolver is knocked about 5ft away.

 They scramble up and reach for the gun, picking it up and pointing it at the creature's core. 
"i'm sorry." 
They pull the trigger.

 Another loud BANG. Poff is thrown to the ground once more. The core is knocked out of the creature's chest, bouncing to the ground as the monster collapses on top of Munch. A little green paw reaches out from the wreckage, twitching as gears and muscles try to move the damaged limb. The partial core flashes with angry energy, barely visible.

They try to move the monster's corpse off munch
*is the arm his?*

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They try to move the monster's corpse off munch
*is the arm his?*

 When they manage to move the hulk of scrap and muscle off of him, they see that he's been torn up pretty bad. The arm that was reaching up has been torn off, likely hanging by a thread before the thing was moved. His torso is torn open to reveal his core, held in by bleeding, twitching muscle around the slot. His smile is torn open to reveal the previously concealed razor-sharp teeth. "Ah... that hurt." He slowly sits up, bits of thin metal supports and scraps of fabric falling off of him. He struggles to his feet and stands as if he hadn't suffered massive trauma. "Did you see the core? We might be able to fix it if we can find the other half."
*Yup!*

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They try to move the monster's corpse off munch
*is the arm his?*

 When they manage to move the hulk of scrap and muscle off of him, they see that he's been torn up pretty bad. The arm that was reaching up has been torn off, likely hanging by a thread before the thing was moved. His torso is torn open to reveal his core, held in by bleeding, twitching muscle around the slot. His smile is torn open to reveal the previously concealed razor-sharp teeth. "Ah... that hurt." He slowly sits up, bits of thin metal supports and scraps of fabric falling off of him. He struggles to his feet and stands as if he hadn't suffered massive trauma. "Did you see the core? We might be able to fix it if we can find the other half."
*Yup!*

 "I'll find it later, just, hold still" they produce a needle and thread and sew him up as best they can. But it doesn't cover enough. So they take a seam ripper, rip off a little part of the fabric on one of their copiously large ears, and patch him up with that. "There. All better." 

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 When they manage to move the hulk of scrap and muscle off of him, they see that he's been torn up pretty bad. The arm that was reaching up has been torn off, likely hanging by a thread before the thing was moved. His torso is torn open to reveal his core, held in by bleeding, twitching muscle around the slot. His smile is torn open to reveal the previously concealed razor-sharp teeth. "Ah... that hurt." He slowly sits up, bits of thin metal supports and scraps of fabric falling off of him. He struggles to his feet and stands as if he hadn't suffered massive trauma. "Did you see the core? We might be able to fix it if we can find the other half."
*Yup!*

 "I'll find it later, just, hold still" they produce a needle and thread and sew him up as best they can. But it doesn't cover enough. So they take a seam ripper, rip off a little part of the fabric on one of their copiously large ears, and patch him up with that. "There. All better." 

 Before they can place the fabric from their ear, Munch stops them with a reassuring yet firm hand. "Hey. Don't worry about it, kid. We've got doctors. They could patch you up too, since you got hit pretty bad. Probably knocked a gear loose or something." He picks through the dead machine. "Wow, the Factory is picking up the slack." He finds his severed arm and puts it under his bright white cowboy hat.

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 When they manage to move the hulk of scrap and muscle off of him, they see that he's been torn up pretty bad. The arm that was reaching up has been torn off, likely hanging by a thread before the thing was moved. His torso is torn open to reveal his core, held in by bleeding, twitching muscle around the slot. His smile is torn open to reveal the previously concealed razor-sharp teeth. "Ah... that hurt." He slowly sits up, bits of thin metal supports and scraps of fabric falling off of him. He struggles to his feet and stands as if he hadn't suffered massive trauma. "Did you see the core? We might be able to fix it if we can find the other half."
*Yup!*

 "I'll find it later, just, hold still" they produce a needle and thread and sew him up as best they can. But it doesn't cover enough. So they take a seam ripper, rip off a little part of the fabric on one of their copiously large ears, and patch him up with that. "There. All better." 

 Before they can place the fabric from their ear, Munch stops them with a reassuring yet firm hand. "Hey. Don't worry about it, kid. We've got doctors. They could patch you up too, since you got hit pretty bad. Probably knocked a gear loose or something." He picks through the dead machine. "Wow, the Factory is picking up the slack." He finds his severed arm and puts it under his bright white cowboy hat.

 They stitch it back on. "It's alright, I'm pretty resilient"

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 Before they can place the fabric from their ear, Munch stops them with a reassuring yet firm hand. "Hey. Don't worry about it, kid. We've got doctors. They could patch you up too, since you got hit pretty bad. Probably knocked a gear loose or something." He picks through the dead machine. "Wow, the Factory is picking up the slack." He finds his severed arm and puts it under his bright white cowboy hat.

 They stitch it back on. "It's alright, I'm pretty resilient"

 While they do that, he re-aligns the gears and meshes them in place. "I can see that. But everything wears down eventually, and it's good to have your own time before you have to borrow some." He sighs. "Thanks for that. You really saved my hide there, Poff." He looks worried. "I wish you didn't have to, though."