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Can't stop thinking how brothers Ramboo, Charlie, and Sneeg are IRL. The way Charlie and Sneeg kept making fun of Ranboo throwing the towel over the laser? Absolutely an older brother move.
But then I can't stop thinking what if they were brothers in Genloss too? What if gl!Charlie and gl!Sneeg had to watch their little brother suffer under the control of Showfall with the little control they had for themselves?
Don't think about how gl!Charlie might have felt watching gl!Sneeg get reset, knowing that gl!Sneeg promised gl!Ranboo to their face that he would come back for them.
Don't think about how gl!Charlie never knew gl!Sneeg died.
Don't think about how gl!Ranboo might not have gotten to remember his brothers even in his last moments.
hello fellow genloser here, i was thinking how some people were mad about gl!ranboo getting gl!charlie to join hin this missing an exit but i keep thinking about how what if ranboo had grabbed charlie as a comfort thing ? (also with the hope that they’d both make it out alive) like ranboo just had his world turned upside down and maybe charlie was just a constant that he needed to ground him to get through with trying to escape
(also gl!sillyduo brother theory literally hurts me So Bad)
i won't lie, if not for all the theories around i would've completely missed that gl!ranboo grabbing gl!charlie probably directly led to the employees having enough time to board up the exit
the comfort thing makes sense, like you wanna hold on to at least one last constant/familiar thing after everything just turned to shit around you
but my theory is that it was a knee-jerk reaction for gl!ranboo. he saw gl!charlie and his first instinct is to approach him because he remembers him. everything else is just a natural progression: approach the person, so get the person out of his own predicament
i don't think gl!ranboo was really thinking in those moments. i think they were flying on autopilot, and autopilot was telling him to reach out to the one last person they recognised
ugh i need to rewatch ep 3, or at least see the bts/reaction/analysis vods of ranboo, charlie and sneeg
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i don't remember any of this WHAT IS THIS
there are pictures of charlie and sneeg together in the cabin?
frank??? brother in law????
Can't stop thinking how brothers Ramboo, Charlie, and Sneeg are IRL. The way Charlie and Sneeg kept making fun of Ranboo throwing the towel over the laser? Absolutely an older brother move.
But then I can't stop thinking what if they were brothers in Genloss too? What if gl!Charlie and gl!Sneeg had to watch their little brother suffer under the control of Showfall with the little control they had for themselves?
Don't think about how gl!Charlie might have felt watching gl!Sneeg get reset, knowing that gl!Sneeg promised gl!Ranboo to their face that he would come back for them.
Don't think about how gl!Charlie never knew gl!Sneeg died.
Don't think about how gl!Ranboo might not have gotten to remember his brothers even in his last moments.
Look at him!!! Look at my streamer!!! He’s meant for this!!!
i haven't posted much genloss recently. omygosh someone sedate me i'm gonna CRY
The genloss surgery scene from Charlie’s perspective, inspired by this post I made.
HEAVY HEAVY HEAVY gore warning like. seriously.
you can also read it on ao3
It was the smell of antiseptic that hit him first.
Charlie’s mind was fuzzy. His body felt heavy. And cold. Very cold. He didn’t have the strength to open his eyes yet, but he could tell he was lying flat on… something. It wasn’t very comfortable.
The second thing Charlie was aware of were voices. Two of them, one directly to his left, one a little father and more artificial-sounding. A recording, perhaps?
He shifted his head, letting a sliver of light seep through his eyelids. It was dim and greenish and awful. He could vaguely see movement from the left.
A surgical glove snapped. Charlie’s eyes shot open.
He found himself in what appeared to be a hospital room, a dingy fluorescent light casting a yellow-green hue over everything. He was in an old hospital gown, with a pale blue sheet covering the majority of his body.
It was then that he realized he was laid out on an operating table.
Charlie looked up at his surgeon.
He’d seen that damned mask before.
The surgeon themself seemed rather young. Maybe a teen still? They were at least younger than Charlie.
“I don’t want to do this… oh god.”
It was when they started pulling the sheet back to expose Charlie’s bare stomach that he started to fully grasp the situation.
The kid turned to their left and started rummaging through a box of surgical tools.
Oh fuck.
Oh fuck.
“I’m so sorry. I need to- I need to live. You don’t understand I need to live.”
Charlie knew the game. He knew that no one won. He knew that he’d been though it before. He knew he hadn’t been the first. Clearly he hadn’t been the last, either. But this kid… maybe they could be. Maybe they could be the one to stop this cycle.
So Charlie came to a conclusion. He had to endure whatever torment that awaited him in order to give this teen a fighting chance.
A pair of rusted scissors glinted in the light.
Charlie braced.
The teen plunged the scissors into his abdomen, and Charlie screamed. The pain was immediate, a searing fire starting from his center and rippling outwards in waves upon waves of torment. Every part of him screeched in protest and agony as the scissors dug even deeper, tearing upwards through flesh and muscle and sinew. His vision blurred, the room beginning to swirl into a nightmarish, distorted haze. He was vaguely aware of the sweat that was clinging to him, starting to mix with the tears that were streaming down his face.
This needs to happen.
And it kept fucking going.
Fingers dug into his skin and began to pull, shoving aside skin and fat until Charlie had a wonderful view of his entire digestive tract. The teen’s hands dove even deeper, starting to wrap around his intestines and slowly stringing them out.
This needs to happen.
Charlie convulsed, crying out with each twist and tug. He could feel blood beginning to drip down his hands from where his fingernails were digging into his palms. His body was but a stage for this twisted performance.
This needs to happen.
His breaths were ragged, each one hurting more than the last as his heaving chest jostled his torn open stomach. Bolts of anguish radiated out from his core as the teen continued to just dig, shooting tendrils of pain through his veins and into every nerve in his body. The world was hazy and fragmented, blurring and unblurring at a rapidfire pace. The smell of antiseptic had been washed away with the scent of his own blood, metallic and nauseating.
This needs to happen. This needs to happen. This needs to happen.
Charlie shrieked and spasmed as something was ripped from him. His screams echoed against the tiled walls of the room, a desperate plea for release that only fell on deaf ears. Time itself was beginning to warp, stretching into a torturous eternity. Every fiber of his being cried out for mercy. But he knew that none would come.
“What is- what is this?”
Charlie managed to focus his eyes for a brief second on what the teen was holding. It took him a bit to actually understand what he was seeing, with his mind so fogged with pain and the object completely drenched in his own blood, but after a moment he realized:
It was a game piece, from Mousetrap. It was the missing piece of a puzzle.
Charlie would’ve sighed with relief if he could actually breathe. They got the piece. He had no idea how the fuck it got inside of him, and frankly he didn’t really want to, but they got it. They had a chance. That made it all worth it.
The kid had what they needed. But of course, they didn’t know that. So onwards they went, continuing their merciless work of ravaging through Charlie’s torso, gutting him for all the world the see. Time lost its meaning. His body was nothing but a vessel for agony. But he had to hold onto that hope. He had to hope this kid, whoever they were, would be the one to break the cycle. He just had to.
He just fucking had to.
i haven't posted much genloss recently. omygosh someone sedate me i'm gonna CRY
The genloss surgery scene from Charlie’s perspective, inspired by this post I made.
HEAVY HEAVY HEAVY gore warning like. seriously.
you can also read it on ao3
It was the smell of antiseptic that hit him first.
Charlie’s mind was fuzzy. His body felt heavy. And cold. Very cold. He didn’t have the strength to open his eyes yet, but he could tell he was lying flat on… something. It wasn’t very comfortable.
The second thing Charlie was aware of were voices. Two of them, one directly to his left, one a little father and more artificial-sounding. A recording, perhaps?
He shifted his head, letting a sliver of light seep through his eyelids. It was dim and greenish and awful. He could vaguely see movement from the left.
A surgical glove snapped. Charlie’s eyes shot open.
He found himself in what appeared to be a hospital room, a dingy fluorescent light casting a yellow-green hue over everything. He was in an old hospital gown, with a pale blue sheet covering the majority of his body.
It was then that he realized he was laid out on an operating table.
Charlie looked up at his surgeon.
He’d seen that damned mask before.
The surgeon themself seemed rather young. Maybe a teen still? They were at least younger than Charlie.
“I don’t want to do this… oh god.”
It was when they started pulling the sheet back to expose Charlie’s bare stomach that he started to fully grasp the situation.
The kid turned to their left and started rummaging through a box of surgical tools.
Oh fuck.
Oh fuck.
“I’m so sorry. I need to- I need to live. You don’t understand I need to live.”
Charlie knew the game. He knew that no one won. He knew that he’d been though it before. He knew he hadn’t been the first. Clearly he hadn’t been the last, either. But this kid… maybe they could be. Maybe they could be the one to stop this cycle.
So Charlie came to a conclusion. He had to endure whatever torment that awaited him in order to give this teen a fighting chance.
A pair of rusted scissors glinted in the light.
Charlie braced.
The teen plunged the scissors into his abdomen, and Charlie screamed. The pain was immediate, a searing fire starting from his center and rippling outwards in waves upon waves of torment. Every part of him screeched in protest and agony as the scissors dug even deeper, tearing upwards through flesh and muscle and sinew. His vision blurred, the room beginning to swirl into a nightmarish, distorted haze. He was vaguely aware of the sweat that was clinging to him, starting to mix with the tears that were streaming down his face.
This needs to happen.
And it kept fucking going.
Fingers dug into his skin and began to pull, shoving aside skin and fat until Charlie had a wonderful view of his entire digestive tract. The teen’s hands dove even deeper, starting to wrap around his intestines and slowly stringing them out.
This needs to happen.
Charlie convulsed, crying out with each twist and tug. He could feel blood beginning to drip down his hands from where his fingernails were digging into his palms. His body was but a stage for this twisted performance.
This needs to happen.
His breaths were ragged, each one hurting more than the last as his heaving chest jostled his torn open stomach. Bolts of anguish radiated out from his core as the teen continued to just dig, shooting tendrils of pain through his veins and into every nerve in his body. The world was hazy and fragmented, blurring and unblurring at a rapidfire pace. The smell of antiseptic had been washed away with the scent of his own blood, metallic and nauseating.
This needs to happen. This needs to happen. This needs to happen.
Charlie shrieked and spasmed as something was ripped from him. His screams echoed against the tiled walls of the room, a desperate plea for release that only fell on deaf ears. Time itself was beginning to warp, stretching into a torturous eternity. Every fiber of his being cried out for mercy. But he knew that none would come.
“What is- what is this?”
Charlie managed to focus his eyes for a brief second on what the teen was holding. It took him a bit to actually understand what he was seeing, with his mind so fogged with pain and the object completely drenched in his own blood, but after a moment he realized:
It was a game piece, from Mousetrap. It was the missing piece of a puzzle.
Charlie would’ve sighed with relief if he could actually breathe. They got the piece. He had no idea how the fuck it got inside of him, and frankly he didn’t really want to, but they got it. They had a chance. That made it all worth it.
The kid had what they needed. But of course, they didn’t know that. So onwards they went, continuing their merciless work of ravaging through Charlie’s torso, gutting him for all the world the see. Time lost its meaning. His body was nothing but a vessel for agony. But he had to hold onto that hope. He had to hope this kid, whoever they were, would be the one to break the cycle. He just had to.
He just fucking had to.
missing rgbtrio hours :( just wanna see my skrunkly beat up, property of showfall media, coerced and manipulated into participating in a neverending show only to be reprogrammed for the next one bois
it's the coping mechanism to prevent them from thinking about the fact that they are trapped in an endless cycle of being programmed and re-programmed by Showfall, never to have a mind of their own
sorry to me sneeg and charlie subtly play with eachother during shows. theyre kicking a ball back and forth or playing hand games in the background and having staring contests in the middle of a conversation
Can't stop thinking how brothers Ramboo, Charlie, and Sneeg are IRL. The way Charlie and Sneeg kept making fun of Ranboo throwing the towel over the laser? Absolutely an older brother move.
But then I can't stop thinking what if they were brothers in Genloss too? What if gl!Charlie and gl!Sneeg had to watch their little brother suffer under the control of Showfall with the little control they had for themselves?
Don't think about how gl!Charlie might have felt watching gl!Sneeg get reset, knowing that gl!Sneeg promised gl!Ranboo to their face that he would come back for them.
Don't think about how gl!Charlie never knew gl!Sneeg died.
Don't think about how gl!Ranboo might not have gotten to remember his brothers even in his last moments.
i have a canon-divergent fic for genloss sitting in my drafts that's not really fleshed out, so i'm just wondering what if charlie and sneeg somehow survived and managed to get ranboo out before the box closes? they escape and go on the run from showfall and what not.
showfall uses propaganda to turn the public against them (because clearly showfall has some sort of hold over the society, that's my headcanon). i had ideas for other characters like niki managing to fake her death and finding them and helping them, or rae and sykkuno appearing to help them only to betray them as sleeper agents because the brainwashing by showfall was too strong.
but after the founder's cut and the blueprints for the mind control devices came out, i'm just wondering how this could play out differently. sneeg could ditch the hat so easily. they might be able to remove ranboo's mask, or at least find a way to deactivate it.
charlie though? oh, charlie, poor charlie who had the modules surgically attached to his brain. who wouldn't be able to see without his glasses. if they didn't figure it out, showfall would use it against them, activating and taking control of charlie at the worst moments possible.
maybe sneeg and ranboo would fight for charlie, because it's not charlie's fault. but it's kind of hard to trust somebody who could betray you in a snap of their finger
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Generation Loss (Web Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Characters: Ranboo | The Hero (Generation Loss), Charlie | Slimecicle (Generation Loss), Sneeg | The Taken (Generation Loss) Additional Tags: Burns, Surgery, Mind Control, Character Death Summary:
How do you find peace when you're forced to endure The Social Experiments?
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The inner thoughts of Charlie, Sneeg, and Ranboo as they suffer under Showfall's control.
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Little warm up piece as I decide whether to get into writing GenLoss fics for real. Enjoy!
so, as i'm working on notes for a *possible* fic for my genloss au, i decided that rgbtrio is gonna need to leave the mall if they wanna make it to that outback steakhouse
so i made this
Just rebloging to see the results when they are out
Has this one been done yet?
Ya'll
Ya'll know when hes like "wowwie zowwie, that's somethin'... Bad." Mah heart :]
