I writing evil or nearly evil characters more fun than writing good guys. I’m sick of feeling like people are going to judge me for my characters. I have a right to rp what I want and explain my characters actions, but not try to justify them. Because I know why a character acts a certain way doesn’t mean I think they are excused. The world isn’t black and white.
Shalbie stood there analyzing the repairman quietly trying to find out what he really was after all he did feel like the thing Gramps used to write on paper with, was he some sort of paint monster created by Yuga who was lost in Hyrule or just a blob of ink given sentience by a magician or a magic apprentice; he would have to ask them as soon as they woke up.
Then out of nowhere he heard a squeaking noise and saw a second blob like creature with cat ears had appeared on top of his new friend. “And who are you little guy… wait a minute they never told me they where having a baby!”He said before he ran to Link’s room to get a blanket, which he brought to cat slime and the Repairman. “So little guy are you hungry?”
“…BI-BI?!” Cat Slime squeaked incredulously. Who was having a baby?! The Repairman? Surely not!
“.”
He produced two tiny nubs, and pulled the blanket over his owner. He nodded, giving a thankful squeak.
Then his eyes lit up when Shalbie offered food, bouncing up and down and rapidly squeaking words to the effect of “yesyesyesyesyes.” He wondered just what this kind stranger had in mind, but he might as well try it!
Bowyetta smiled at Cat Slime, bobbing her head along with him.
The rest of the group sat down on the couch and relaxed. “Do you have any more food?” Bonk asked.
Beep glared at her, but Susumu shook her head. “We can get more food later,” she said.
“How about you show us around your house a little instead?” Beep asked.
Cat Slime thought about it. He did probably have some excess fruits and pastries, as shown by his creaking, barely closed refrigerator. He squeaked that should they need snacks, he could offer some of them.
In any case, he beckoned the Denpas to follow him, and turned to the first room on the right.
“!” he beamed, showing his club room, complete with a light-up floor, a turntable, and massive speakers. Thankfully, all of these were off at the moment.
Susumu tilted her head as though she heard something, but brushed it off. Medical, meanwhile, came over to her, squeaking for a sandwich of her own. “Alright, little lady, here’s one for you too,” Susumu said, handing Medical a sandwich.
As the girls put the rest of the food on the table, Medical plopped down next to Cat Slime and started eating. “Well, the thing is…” Quartz began. “Bowyetta and I don’t exactly have jobs.”
“Bonkakira used to work in retail, but she doesn’t anymore,” Bonkakira replied.
Beep, however, seemed more than proud to talk about her work. “Well, I’m an Engineer, and that means I solve problems. Not problems like- Er… Never mind that.” Her pixel eyes darted around in embarrassment. “Now, Susumu… I don’t know what she does up there all day. Aside from going to school and writing, I mean.”
“What about you, Marie?” Susumu asked. “Do you have a job too?”
“Oh?” Marie flinched when Beep suddenly stopped her spiel. “Y-you might have to teach me a thing or two, then!”
She caught her brother’s eye.
“…Well, outside my main mentor, of course…” she chuckled, patting his back.
The Repairman shook his head in what he hoped was a good-natured manner.
“Oh! I do have a job! My creators told me to help Repairman out, and…that’s about it, really.”
She shrugged, taking a bite out of a sandwich.
“…Yeah, that’s pretty much all they said, so I guess that’s my job…”
“They didn’t tell you either?” the Repairman asked, incredulously. At least her creators were nice enough to leave a note!
Marie could only gawk. She thought for sure her older brother would know better than she did why they were doing all this…
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Bowyetta looked over at Mr. Sir, frowning when she saw he was still
looking unhappy. Well, the song wasn’t quite over yet. She still had one
more idea…
Though the song was almost over, Bowyetta began
singing along with Starla’s words. And what was more, she began copying
Starla’s moves exactly as they were shown on screen.
Beep simple clapped for Bowyetta, but she kept looking at Mr. Sir. Was Bowyetta… Trying to make him smile?
“…”
Under his breath, the inkblot began to say the words the backup singers were. Soon, though, it picked up, and he began to sing along enthusiastically, even mimicking the characters popping in and out to sing the words.
When the song ended, however, he realized what he just did, covering where his mouth would be and blushing a greyish-pink.
Cat Slime, however, was applauding the performance the two gave, even giving a couple of high-pitched squeaks.
Karaoke Bomberdog just hardened her glare even more. These… Creatures
just come into HER base, speak so rudely to her, and make her waste one
of her OWN bombs on top of it? What was she going to do if anything got
damaged? She’d be getting an earful from Phantom Bomberdog.
“There’s nothing wrong with any of the walls here,” she snapped. “Now GET. OUT. Before I call Plasma Bomberdog in here.”
It
was clear that Karaoke Bomberdog wasn’t going to let Repairman and
Marie finish their job easily. Maybe she could be distracted somehow?
“U-um, wait,” Marie stammered, eyes darting all over the place. “Erm…before you report us…you, uh…”
She blinked, realizing something odd about this…apparently vain dog (she remembered the “delicate lady” self-descriptions).
“…Could you tell us why you wear a mask? Surely a…fine lady such as yourself would….show her beautiful face all the time…?”
Yes, she was stalling for time, but she was genuinely curious. Was there some kind of horrible reason, or…?
Shinko: “Tell these lovely people about yourself!”
Bee boy: “Um… very well. My name is Vakshi, of the Beeple. I just live in the Outskirts of Versille, tending to bee things. Sometimes I stop by to help Larkspur with their field work. Um… is that good enough, do you think?”
Shinko: “Sure! I think that works bee-utifully!”
Vakshi: -giggles- “That’s wonderful. I like that one.”
Siblings-a-Fixin' 