#five the genloss blorbo
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They remembered that their throat used to hurt, during the Before. It would hurt a lot, yes, but it always went away after the cameras stopped filming. They would be fixed up good as new, and the pain would soon be gone. No matter how bad it got, they always knew that it would end soon, and that made it not as bad as this, somehow.
(I made a readmore bc I wanted to talk about this without thoroughly covering up everyone’s tumblr pages)
This was just a “cold” as the Taken had told them. Despite the fact that they were, in fact, cold, their captors (roomates?) were very persistent in the fact that they were not to be given any blankets. Five did Not let their disappointment in this fact go unknown. Not being able to voice their displeasure, they scowled and flicked their fingers angrily at anyone who walked past them. They weren’t allowed to hurt them, of course, no matter how much Five wanted to. Five wasn’t allowed to hurt anything. The Actors, unlike the Drones, were allowed to hurt and even maim or kill each other, that was all part of the show. And the Actors were allowed to hurt the Drones, who could never fight back.
But oh they wanted to. When the Taken used a small machine to check their body’s temperature, they wanted to. When the Villain—maybe he was the Sidekk this time? his role did change so often—when he brought them some sort of liquid “food” and fed it to them by hand, they wanted to. And when the Hero sat by them and talked about a book they had read, a show they had watched, a game they had seen in a store and were planning on stealing somehow, they wanted to. Because Before, when things were nicer, their home could take this “cold” or this insufferable pain away. They wouldn’t be sneezing and coughing and shivering like this, they would be safe and comfortable and home. And their captors were not fixing them, they couldn’t. Five had been taken from the only place they knew to be safe and they absolutely despised it.
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No one else is in the house. (Five storey. Y’all have literally None context for this but it’s sort of a Big Moment for them. I gotta get this out of my head or Five has got to start paying fuckning RENT—)
No one else is in the house.
The Hero and the two others went to the park. The drone didn’t know what a park was, but they knew it was different than Here, and that it wasn’t Home. They wanted to go home, but. They weren’t allowed wants. So they waited for their handlers to come back.
Loud noises on the television signaled a commercial break, and Five looked away. The tv was something to keep their mind busy, but it wasn’t enough. They almost wished they’d gone to the park, but. but but but. They weren’t made for pleasure like an Audience or even entertainment like the Actors. They were meant to obey, to blend into the background, to move the story forward even if it meant sacrificing themselves.
Dying for a purpose—for the Hero—sounded better than sitting on this couch day after day.
Maybe if they had known sooner that something was wrong—that the Actors were terribly off-script—they wouldn’t be here. They would be Home, Safe, with a script and a Job and not the emptiness of nothing that buzzed in their head where orders used to give them purpose.
It was standing. Oh, it hadn’t been told to, but it was tired, so tired, of waiting for a command. It knew its main objectives, and perhaps, perhaps that was why it was being neglected. It was being tested. Yes, that’s it. A test to make sure it knows its underlying purpose.
If no commands are given, wait for them.
It pushed that aside to grasp one of its secondary goals. It was definitely not supposed to do this, but what else was it supposed to do? Sit and rot on this couch, eating food like an actor, like a thing more human than itself, pretending to be equal to its superiors. It wasn’t made for this.
And so, it did something it was made for.
The door was unlocked with a few clicks. By the time it opened, the drone was back in its sitting position. They weren’t supposed to be back yet…? It usually took a few hours for them to be done with park, whatever that was.
(Oh my god okay I have to go. Bcak to fucking work I’ll finish this later. Posting it instead of saving to drafts bc Ehy The Fuck Not)
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Also my brain made a whole new ass universe for Five for Literally no reason. Anyway
rgb trio escape
Sneeg is Very protective of Ran and Charlie, which is why he’s so godam suspicious of Five
Charlie is. Not doing well. Like logically you’d think Ran would be doing the Worst but No for some reason my brain pointed at them and said that one? Yeah that one? He’s having a Hard Time so I just rolled .,,,hheehe I just. I jus rolled wi
I’m giving them shitty retail jobs. Their asses are Not affording an apartment without Moneys. Yes they’re gonna be homeless for a while. I think. I’m allowed to make that happen since I’ve actually been homeless before? I’ll think about the details of that later
There’s a few options for how Five talks for the first time. Let’s go least angsty to most angsty
1) kinda angsty: after a few days/weeks pass and Ran eventually gets their mask off, the drone is. Fucking stunned. How is your mask off and no one is punishing you?? I’m allowed to take mine?? Off?? I’m take mine off?? No one will hurt me for it??
2) lil more angsty: the trip drags Five to the park. The former drone had been out of it while Actually escaping and has a Fucking Breakdown upon seeing the sky for the first time ever
3) lil more angsty Someone Gets Punched Edition: same as above but Five is pissed. Where the fuck am I. Take me back home. Why did you take me from my home. Get the fuck away from me. Yeah like I said someone gets punched
4) oh boy this is probably the worst one so far: They take Five to the park, or a store or something in public. The sky does Not cause a breakdown. Five sees a kid and like. Just kinda. Collects them?? Like jus. Sees kid. Brings kid to a Very Confused Ranboo.
Ranboo: what the fuck. Why are you bringing me a small child
Five, talking for the first time: …isn’t this what I’m supposed to do?
Ranboo: bring me children?? No???
Five: ??im supposed to recruit new Actors???? That’s literally my job??
Ranboo; oh , fuck
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It’s so funny becauee I understand now I think how Sneeg Mutual feels. I know what these characters are doing. However I cannot tell you because the Words Aren’t Coming Out. I need to explain but I Cannot. Fuck This Why Can’t I Explain The Horrors. They’re there!!!! I want to say them!!!! But how!!!!!
#five the genloss blorbo#and the other one.#forgot the tag for the other one. the the#cain I think#ambiguous genloss oc currently unnamed#that one
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Oh I remember a Five thing. Sneeg Charlie and Ran Never see the drone without their mask but they Know it has to be eating becauee the food they set out for it goes missing and I mean… it hasn’t fucking died of starvation so it has to be eating, it just doesn’t eat in front of them and does Not let the others see their face without the mask. Was trying to figure out the logistics of it and basically
1st priority: Do what you’re told to do aka do Not do what you’re Not told to do
?nd priority: Don’t let Showfall property receive permanent damage.
So even though Five hasn’t been specifically told to eat (“did you eat yet?” “Will you eat later today?” “Can you eat this please?” don’t count; they’re not phrased as a command like Five is used to) they can’t let Showfall’s property be permanently damaged, and that’s what they are, right?
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(Tw: kinda transphobia? Use of it/its for a character who hasn’t declared what their pronouns are yet. Arguments over whether a character is a person or not; that ties into the pronoun thing here. Bonus points for descriptions of canon-typical gore yipeeee)
An update from after writing this: oh this. Got. This one got away from me?? I think I started this at 4 minutes past the hour. It is now 43 minutes past the hour. shitt.
Update; it is now 17 minutes after the NEXT hour. 26 minutes after th last update. I have seen god in the past hour and she shook in fear of both my power and audacity. I have lunch with my family scheduled in like 6 hours and I have not yet slept. This wasn’t meant to be as long as it is but I was possessed and this is the result. I may edit it and make it smoother later but I’ll make that a separate post, I want this sleep-deprived chunk of words to be here as like a monument to the fact that I could have been playing stardew valley during this time but I chose to do this instead
TLDR: long ass story ahead written by a sleep-deprived and hyperfixation-driven author. Who is now going the fuck to BED
“We can’t just keep it! What if it has a tracking device? It won’t let us fucking touch it so there’s no way of knowing it has one unless it leads them right to us!”
“Ok, I hear you but think. That hasn’t happened yet. It’s been about what, three days? and that hasn’t happened, and they haven’t been violent towards any of us at all. They haven’t tried to go back either, so there’s no risk of them telling or leading Showfall where we are.”
“Why do you keep calling it ‘they’?”
“Well they can’t be an “it” now can it? …wait.”
“Ok can we figure out the gender of the thing in the other room after we figure out if it’s a threat to us or not. It’s not even a fucking person, you remember what those things did to you back there, don’t you?”
“Those people were not themselves, they were just doing what he wanted them to do—“
“They’re not fucking people! Those things are all part of Showfall, just like Hetch was! It’s just waiting for the right time to turn us in, or pull some shit on one of us like they did before.”
“They weren’t… they weren’t in control.”
“Yeah like fuck they weren’t, I saw it fucking happen!”
“You can’t just… Ok. Sneeg. Stop. You don’t speak for me, the one who, oh I don’t know, was the one that shit happened to? They were being controlled just like us—“
“No, no, not like us. We were wandering around and not knowing what the fuck was happening. None of us knew what was happening. We just went along blindly. Those things—on purpose—dragged you to that stupid wall and sewed wires into your hands—“
“Shut up, Sneeg—“
“No you shut up! You didn’t see it fucking happen! I saw them and Bitchface literally hold you down until you passed out! They were fucking choking you, they fucking—they nearly fucking killed you with just their hands, that’s not a little suggestion in the back of your brain, that’s on purpose! That is fucking deliberate, that is a thing those machines chose to do! You don’t remember, you weren’t conscious when they fucking stapled you to the wall and strapped your head in—“
Sneeg glanced at Ranboo for a moment in-between pacing as he ranted, and the far away look in their sibling’s eyes shut them up immediately. Ranboo was still present, thank fuck, but they were looking at their brother like he was holding up a knife to their throat.
“Fuck, Ran, okay, okay—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… shit. Do you need Charlie?”
“You don’t know when to shut the fuck up.”
“…okay. Okay. I’m sorry. Do you need me to get Charlie?”
“No, I’m fucking fine.” It did not sound like he meant that at all. His voice was less steady than before. “I don’t want him to worry about our… hitchhiker. He’s worrying enough about… well, everything.”
“The fact that it’s here, so close to us is the reason I’m trying to get you to see, Ran. What if it turns on him? What if it does that shit to him when we aren’t there?”
“We will be there.”
“And when it tries anything, we can kill it?”
“Sneeg!”
“You wouldn’t kill it, even if it hurt our fucking brother?”
“Of course we wouldn’t keep them around if they did that, could we at least just… just leave it behind? …wait, no, they couldn’t take care of themselves. If we had to leave it behind, maybe we should…”
Silence lingered for a bit too long.
“We should what, Ran?”
“…Sneeg, I was about to say that killing it would be a mercy.” The Hero laughed. “Doesn’t that sound familiar?”
The Taken didn’t reply.
“We have to help them. I don’t… I don’t want to be on the other end of a mercy killing. I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore.”
“Okay. I’m—are you okay?”
“…m fine. It’s fine. Just. Can you stop acting like they’re any different from us? Please.”
“What do you want me to think then?” His voice was softer than it had been a few minutes before.
“Just assume that they… that they were someone. Just like we were before. And they didn’t… they didn’t do anything on their own, it was all Showfall.”
“Okay. Fine. Let’s assume they were controlled, they didn’t mean to, so on and so forth. Why haven’t they talked yet.”
“I don’t think any of the drones even could talk. Wait, should we really be calling them a drone—“
“Shut the fuck up, Ranboo, we have got to figure out what to do with it. It probably doesn’t even know what is happening, what the fuck does it matter what we call it.”
“It matters to me! Do you want me to call you by your title? Do you want to call me by mine? …No? Then why are we treating them like all they are is what Showfall made them? We had lives before, we were someone, so they must have been too. They might not realize it, or… or act like it, but they used to be someone. They are a whole person, Sneeg. We have to help them, we can’t just leave them behind because that would mean we are giving up on someone just like us, and we cannot give up on each other. They… they would have hurt us by now if they were going to. And Showfall hasn’t found us since… you know, which means there aren’t any more trackers.
…okay, Sneeg?”
“…okay. If it,” he sighed at the look Ran gave them, “if they try anything, we have to leave them behind. I’m not letting a dumbass puppet be the reason we get taken back.”
“If they—ok, whatever, you’re not understanding. You can’t say one of us somehow wanted to be controlled, and they’re a ‘puppet’ but those rules don’t apply to the rest of us—“
“There is not an ‘us,’ Ran! That thing isn’t like us!”
“Guys?”
A sleepy voice shut the two of them up instantly. They had a split-second conversation with their eyes before looking to their brother. ‘We aren’t done talking about this’ ‘You’e absolutely right, so later?’ ‘Later.’ ‘We’re telling Charlie nothing happened?’ ‘Of course.’ ‘Ok good plan.’
“Why are you two fighting? I’m tired, can we please go back to sleep?”
“We weren’t fighting, we were…”
“…talking about plans for tomorrow. And you can go back to sleep.”
“I don’t want to be by myself.” Charlie looked at Sneeg pointedly, who sighed to Ranboo with a playfully annoyed expression.
“Well I guess I gotta go be a teddy bear again.”
“Have fun”
“Absolutely not.”
Charlie punched Sneeg in the shoulder lightly for that, who just giggled in response and led his little brother back to their room.
Which left Ran by themselves.
Some nights, he would join them, but some nights Charlie couldn’t stand to be anywhere near Ran, and the three of them had made a silent mutual agreement that Charlie trusted Sneeg more than he did Ranboo.
…Ranboo was okay with this. He wasn’t hurt by it. He didn’t cry on the nights he slept by himself.
He didn’t wish he could be the one Sneeg comforted sometimes. They were just fine.
They were fine, which is why they went to the living room where their… well. Their hitchhiker? They weren’t exactly a brother, or a sibling, more like a fourth wheel on a tricycle. Or a flyaway hair. Okay, maybe Ranboo needed to get tbr fuck to sleep, alone or not.
But he found himself in the living room, where their hitchhiker slept. Or, didn’t sleep, as they seemed to not need to. They would sit on the couch and stare idly at the tv. That was what had started the whole conversation with Sneeg in the first place; Ran wanted to leave some kind of entertainment for the fourth person so they wouldn’t be made to sit in the dark for hours. Sneeg took this remark as a perfect opportunity to explain all the reasons why the former drone should be abandoned, but Ranboo would have fucking none of it. Maybe the couch potato (shit, he really needed to come up with a name for them—) didn’t seem to sleep, barely ate, and stayed still unless actually verbally told to move, but they were still a person. Ranboo was sure of it.
Their hand wandered up to the fresh scabs where their mask had been. The fourth person had a mask, one that hadn’t been touched. Despite usually staying still, the person—(Ranboo thinks they might just call this person Couch for now. Maybe it’s not accurate, and they’re tired, but it’s something. C, for short.)
C would back away any time the others would try to get near them. And they did in fact try, but despite how creative or sneaky they got, C always ducked away. It reminded Ranboo of the drone who had followed them with a camera, always one step away and never letting the Hero get too close.
The mask turned to Ranboo, who stared back quietly. C hadn’t talked at all, so Ranboo didn’t expect them to suddenly start now. He wasn’t even sure if they understood what was said to them, but Ranboo wanted to try anyways. Better to be polite.
“Do you like the show that’s on? I think it’s called Lucy, or something. I don’t know, Sneeg said it was funny. And it didn’t seem, uh- scary or anything.”
The mask didn’t speak.
“If you want to change it, the remote’s right there, um, I showed you how to use it before. And there’s like, instructions drawn on there. You can thank Charlie for that one.”
…
“I think I’m going to head to bed.”
…
“Fuck it, can I stay here?”
The mask still didn’t speak, but the head hidden behind it tilted a bit at the sudden change in tone. Ranboo took this as an absolute win.
“So I just. I don’t want to be by myself. And I don’t think you sleep, I mean if you just sleep when everyone else is asleep that’s cool, but also if so how do you even? function? on that much sleep? It really isn’t that much but to be fair you don’t do much so maybe you don’t need it. …do you sleep sitting up? And just somehow wake up when we get close? I know, um. Sorry about that, again, we were just worried your mask had a tracker like mine used to.”
Ran laughed nervously. “I think I did convince them that it doesn’t, so that should stop now. If um. If we make you uncomfortable you still don’t have to be touched, it’s, it’s fine.”
Other than the head tilt before, there wasn’t a reply.
“Okay, since. You can’t talk, I’m just gonna… I’ll sit down beside you. On the couch. And if you don’t want me to be that close you can uh- you can leave. Or like, get up, and then I’ll leave. This is the only room with a tv, so I’ll let you stay here, but I can’t tell if you want me to be here or not, so. Okay, sorry, I’m rambling. Just… move if you want me to leave, okay?”
Ranboo waited for a response that didn’t come, then sighed. “Okay.” He kept his hands up and open while sitting down, waiting for a few moments before tucking his feet under himself to get more comfortable. “I’m just gonna stay here, okay? Like I said, just move if you want me to leave.”
The mask had tracked them to where they sat now, but the person—C—didn’t make a move to leave. Ranboo turned their attention to the tv, keeping an eye on their couch partner in their peripheral vision. During a moment of audience laughter in the show—I Love Lucy, they remembered—C turned their head back to the television as they had been before Ranboo walked in.
Seeing as how C (they needed a better name than that—) didn’t speak, this was the closest Ranboo could get to being told “you can stay here.” So they did. A few episodes later, his head was on the arm of the couch and his eyes were closed.
Five turned its attention to the Hero, who was now asleep. He had said it was a person, which was almost hilarious. And the Taken and the Hero seemed to think it couldn’t talk? They had to know it needed to be given permission first: any handler of a Drone or Prop knew that basic rule. It would wait until permission was given: it knew how to obey. It wasn’t meant to speak to a superior unless it was told it was allowed. It would wait.
…in the meantime, it studied its handler, the Hero. The other Actors, their two other handlers, called him ‘Ranboo’ but Five knew that wasn’t his actual label. The Hero was his character in the last show, and so that is who he was. Five didn’t know if Actors had a number, but he had been called the Hero in the script, and so the Hero he will be until the script changes.
It hoped to get new instructions, a new script for itself, something, soon. It was tired of simply watching the Actors go about their incredibly off-script show. It was sometimes told to participate, and since no other superiors were nearby, it had to obey its current handlers. But it was told to participate, to stir eggs, to help clean the kitchen, to attack small webs in corners with a stick with soft spikes on the end. Those sorts of things weren’t it’s usual directive, and so it found itself…
It didn’t resent its handlers. They were doing their best, and they at least knew that they were meant to give it orders. It simply wished they were familiar orders. It wished the Hero had told it to play dead, or play chase, or play camera, or caught, or prop. It would even listen if it was told to power down until needed. At least then it wouldn’t have to be conscious in this boring and unfamiliar set.
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Y EA I know they probably don’t like tvs. Shhhhhh. I didn’t think about that until like. I had already written the tv part. At this moment it is 55 minutes past th hour and I want these characters to go the fuck to sleep so I can go thr fuck to sleep /lh
And yeah Five only uses “he” for glran. That is intentional. It’ll be talked about and shit later. Something about being put into a role, something about showfall being transphobic, something something I want to go to bed
Powering down = “sleeping” for a drone. Different but similar. I’ll explain how it works later?, anyway The others hav e told Five to “sleep” but it doesn’t understand because it is only ever told to “power down” so it’s like error.sleep_not_found and it stares at them like “bitch you said the wrong. Thing. You’re supposed to know how to control me so you don’t want me to power down I fucking guess” and it’s gonna be really funny after that miscommunication is taken care of.
If you remember the Five Gets A Cold And Wants To Throw Hands With Everyone post, this is wayyy before that. These motherfuckers are fresh out of showfall. Don’t ask how they got a house. I’ll figure it out
I am! Tired! I’m not proofreading this!! Goodnight please give me your thoughts if you have them. I need to know I didn’t sacrifice tbis much sleep in vain /nf /lh (I appreciate words but you are Not required to give them. Love you have a good nigt/p)
#five the genloss blorbo#let’s not talk about how many tries it took me to spell unobserved. let’s simplynot#update like 5 years into me writing this: i also cannot spell the word peepohe it would seem#that. that was meant to be the word People. you can see m#h my point stands#it is late as fuck yet I Have to make this. it has to exist so I must make it exist#I’m hamilton writing like I’m running out of time but I’m writing g#writing 51 essays in which assorted characters get the physical and/or emotional shit beaten out of them#and me running out of time is running out of sleepy. I am a sleep y man#take a break and get away says my pillow. I am Hamilton my pillow is upstate and this goddam mess of a short story I am trying to write is M#this story is Mariah Reyndolds leading me to her bed .#I haven’t slept in a while and I’m hyperfixationed on Hamilton so that metaphor makes. 0 sense#if you’re reading this far I’m so sorry. have a cookie! and fun fact an old lady held my hand and s#she said my (Very Androgynous!!) haircut is perfect. she used those words#i almost cried right then and there. genuine compliments from people make my fucking day . ok I need to go back to editing thisthing now#I wrote it. changed a plot point. started to rewrite it. changed ANOTHER plot point#so now I’ve got several s#several layers of Oh Shit I have to untangle#im. making my own goddam escape au apparently????? it won’t make any fucking sense but I will explain it later.#and! feel free to ask questions!’ and tell me if it make’s absolutely 0 sense#I do in fact want to be able to tell the story in a way you will understand. so ask questions! give a feedback! /gen /pos#I accidentally. deleted a tag so whatever I was going to say is fucking gone now. oh I think I memerbr#they are out of character ye. I’m sleepy and I’m making their escape au up as I go.#so far I have 1) the box scene was somehow Worse#2) they kidnapped Five (yippee!)#3) Charlie is the most traumatized out of the three. I don’t. I don’t know why.#I think that’s mostly because I didn’t feel like writing a conversation between Three characters. so my brain was like this :#why isn’t Charlie here? sleeping. why are these two not including him in conversation? protectiveness.#why protectiveness? he is the most upset out of the three of them and the other two have basically taken up the caretaker role. great plan#great plan hit the showers. I have reached. max tags. shit oh well back to writing tumblr says so!
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Ok that last post with five I wanted to elaborate on this bit bc I thought about it more and need to get the words out of brain
Readmore is here bc i actually elaborated so much it’s a Brick of Words
You know how the drones always chased around Charlie and Ranboo but none of them ever caught up? You know how that one drone who was stabbed by Ranboo didn’t actually. Do anything? They were just kinda there? You know how it’s mostly assumed that Security got to both that one drone by the map as well as Sneeg? You know how the camera drone never tried to attack Ran? They chased and chased but never caught up. Anyways that was all part of the show, just something to make the Hero scared (for the genuine human reaction, of course) and to entertain the audience. The drone who was stabbed by Ranboo wasn’t trying to stop them from escaping; they were placed there very specifically to give the Hero something to release their anger out at. The dead drone by the map was there to direct the Hero and Charlie’s attention to the fact that Security was after them. (The other body? What other body? Oh, oh that wasn’t scripted, did the Taken try to get out again, we really have to work on his reprogramming—) Those two drones were both put there as props for the show, nothing more. Imagine what it must feel like to not even be an actor, just a part of the set. Just something put there to move the story along. But since Showfall is so worried about genuine reactions, real feelings, of course they make sure Security sees you as a threat, despite the fact that you are the one who helped get it ready for the show this morning. They set it after you and order you to play dead. You’re a prop, so you do as youre told. Where am i
#five the genloss blorbo#this. got out of hand? this is genuinely incoherent wjjfbe oh well. the words are out there at least
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Like imagine right. Your whole life has been routine. Be offline. Come online. Do what you’re told. Go offline. Come online. Do what you’re told. Rinse and repeat. Day after day and it’s nice, right. It’s comfortable. It’s your home. And then one day three of your fellow workers (who are really just a step above you, in the game of life you all play. You know your place and they, for a few filmed and edited minutes, get to think they are something more) essentially kidnap you and bring you outside of your whole life. You don’t know what the fuck is going on. You have never seen the sky. You have never “gone to sleep” you have only ever gone offline. You don’t know how to eat. You don’t know how to speak. You feel absolutely naked the first time your kidnappers decide to take your mask off. You aren’t allowed wants, but in that moment you want nothing more than for them to give you your mask back and you want nothing more than to go home but you can’t tell them that because no one ever taught you how to speak, it’s not needed for your job.
anyways I’m normal how are y’all
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Did I tell y’all Five was a teenager I forgot
(I think I did but hey! They’re having a Fun Time)
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Now that I’m actually thinking about how Sneeg will react to that it’s so funny actually. Like. Five is just doing their Fucking Job and all of a sudden the person who has been giving you bombastic side eye for the past 1-5 weeks just punches your lights out. Meanwhile Charlie and Ran are having a collective crisis in the background. It’s like a renaissance painting to me
#five the genloss blorbo#which one of you motherfuckers gave me the guard dog Sneeg disease /lh /pos
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Another thing about Five is that they don’t know how to mask their facial expressions at all. They wear the showfall mask after all, why would anyone care about what’s under it? The motherfucker is literally unable to control their expressions it is clear as day what they’re thinking
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I know I’m making Five different from literally everyone else’s ideas of the showfall employees but listen. This scene?
That drone was out there on purpose. Canonically they were put there intentionally. They were literally a fucking prop. How can I see that and not want to make it even angstier ok
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I want to scream about five. But problem. I’ve already accidentally made at least 2 separate timelines for them. Fuck
Like yeah maybe they don’t talk for weeks or months. Maybe! They start talking right away. Maybe they hate everyone. Maybe they’re clueless. What am I supposed to do when I have so many options
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I want to make more stories about Five but I think I drained all the doggam story juice out of my brain with that last big post
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It s really funny to me that there’s like so much context I did Not Give for that last bit about Five. I have the context. It’s in my head. But I cannot get it Out so y’all get to guess what teh fuck is going on /pos
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I got one (1) minor scratch booboo at work so now I’m planning on making Five suffer their first injury outside of showfall and the aftermath of it as they realize that yeah, that’s real blood, no, it’s not going away, oh fuck they don’t know what to do about this. The rest of the gang probabyl wont be much help either
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