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[#Subject P-170]

[•Known as "Father Gregor" or "The Priest"]

Log:

• After successfully transporting the subject, Subject P-170 became very hostile to us and seemingly tried to escape from its cell.

But after managing to put a blindfold on his eyes, he became somewhat friendly. Passive, perhaps...

It was a very weird behavior, considering his behavior before, where he almost killed 3 guards while trying to capture him.

Subject P-170 became a useful entity after the blindfold, but this is actually the first one we've encountered.

It is able to speak English fluently and can speak just like the people in the Bible. Perhaps he is safe to be around for now...

More updates will be added...

[End of Log]

[New Log Update]

• After monitoring him for the past couple of weeks, he began to act... strangely...

Normally, he would roam around the facility for hours until 1:00, but after that, he would just go to his cell at 12, turn off the lights, lock the door, and just... stands there... doing nothing...

He still kept his smile. Not the usual creepy smile everyone is used to, but just a normal smile.

It would go on for hours until dinner time. One of the staff members tried to get inside his cell.

After that, we've never heard of him since...

[End of Log]

[#Subject P-170]

[•Known as "Father Gregor" or "The Priest"]

Log:

• After successfully transporting the subject, Subject P-170 became very hostile to us and seemingly tried to escape from its cell.

But after managing to put a blindfold on his eyes, he became somewhat friendly. Passive, perhaps...

It was a very weird behavior, considering his behavior before, where he almost killed 3 guards while trying to capture him.

Subject P-170 became a useful entity after the blindfold, but this is actually the first one we've encountered.

It is able to speak English fluently and can speak just like the people in the Bible. Perhaps he is safe to be around for now...

More updates will be added...

[End of Log]

Idk why, but I suddenly got a burst of motivation to make an animation soooo...

I might update this post right here to show yall the process so u can send me ur oc's, AU's or whatever. (If you want ofc)

(Inspired by this screenshot right here:)

Creds to Jayden

Link: https://youtube.com/@bobvelsebcw?si=RK2b0B4yLiBRBDkn

Check out her yt channel btw. I love her animations!!!! :D

Whoa :O

Guys? Having trouble adding info :/

Mind to add suggestions? :D

@eatyourmaker? :>

👀

I’m still figuring out how to draw the spooky month characters

I’m still getting used to drawing these characters

Heyy sorry I haven't been active but I'm back on my gay shit and will be answering asks!

Bonus;

Chapter 1:

Word count: 3006

2nd of April, 1984

The wheels of the bikes scraped and scratched against the dirt path as the three boys swerved through the forest in a heated race. Frank, the tallest, who had messy long black hair and a stronger build than the other two, was in the lead, having had a head start from the others by screaming ‘RACE!’ and taking off before they could process what he had said. Jack, the youngest, with short jet black hair and his blue vest wrapped around his waist, allowing his oversized shirt to fly in the wind, was right behind him. He sported a determined look on his face as he approached his older friend, about to take him over. Frank however, seemed more pleased to see him approaching so fast, which confused Jack for just a second before they arrived at a sharp turn.

Jack yelped out as he drifted to break before he could enter the wrong path, making have to fully stop and watch as Frank turned back to stick his tongue out and let John, the shortest one, who’s big brown curls were flowing in the wind, take his place as second. He gave him an amused and playful smile as he passed, making any negative feelings Jack could have had about his predicament leave.

Frank turned back and watched as John was approaching, just about to pass him and take first place. He turned back forward, about to accelerate to try to lose him, only for his eyes to widen as he suddenly pulled on his brakes, almost falling off his bike as a result, although being lucky and skillful enough to drift and stop himself. John, on the other hand, wasn’t so lucky, he let out a surprised noise and tried doing the same, braking right behind Frank, but without being able to stop himself in time, he lost control of his bike as he swerved to the side, falling and tumbling to the ground.

“Ow…” The boy groaned as he sat himself back up, looking down at the lollipop he had spat out in the ordeal. Well, he thought, at least he didn’t swallow or choke on it.

“What was that?!” John snapped his head towards Frank, who appeared to be just as in shock at what he did then John was.

“Sorry!” Frank seemed genuinely apologetic, almost stumbling off of his bike as he put his hand up.

“What happened?” Jack asked, having just caught up to them, stopping next to Frank and looking at the two worriedly as John dusted himself off. He picked up his now ruined lollipop, pulling out the paper from his jeans pocket and wrapping it around it, he was probably not going to finish that.

“I don’t know!” John tucked the lollipop in a side pocket of his backpack, to throw it out for later. “Frank just stopped right in front of me!” John gestured angrily towards his friend, frustrated when he noticed that his jeans now had a hole around his knee, which was scrapped as well.

“I told you I’m sorry!” John grumbled at his apology, approaching his discarded bike and inspecting it, glad to see it hadn’t suffered too much damage aside from a spot where the paint had been scrapped off. Frank frowned at his friend’s apparent irritation and pointed his own frustrated finger at the ground. “I was trying to avoid hitting that bird!”

Jack moved his glance towards the spot, followed by John’s angry glare, which turned into one of confusion. There, standing absolutely still in the middle of the dirt path, was a crow, looking completely undisturbed by the accident that had just happened and staying still.

“... Huh.” John approached the other two boys, joining their side and looking down at the black bird.

“... It didn’t move.”

“Do you think it’s injured?”

“Nah, it’s standing just fine.” Frank joined along with their speculations

“Looks like a statue.”

“Well, it’s breathing.” Jack had knelt down in front of the bird, making vague gestures that would have made any other bird fly away, this one stayed completely still.

“Do you think it’s like- blind?”

“Blind and deaf?” Frank questioned with a deadpan look.

“Well, you never know!” John argued back.

“It’s true that its eyes are weird…” Jack added, almost like he was talking to himself. The two boys went down next to Jack and tilted their heads to get a better look at the bird’s face. Its eyes seemed faded and misty, glossed over, they almost looked like a blurry picture of the night sky.

John hummed, stared for a few seconds, before standing back up and turning his head away, looking for any reasonable place that the crow could have come from. Aside from a nest right above it, where two baby birds chirped away for their mother, he found nothing. The three boys stayed silent for a few more seconds, until Frank seemed to be getting bored of this.

“Or…” The other two looked at him as he stood back up. “It’s just a weird crow.” Frank said as a matter of fact, before mounting back on his bike and getting ready to leave. “Let’s just go and leave it alone.”

There was silence between the two, Jack still looking at it before turning back and standing up as well. “Yeah.. You’re probably right.” He agreed, standing back up as well and getting his own bike ready and giving John a head gesture. “Come on, John.” A reassuring smile was thrown his way as he mounted it. John sighed.

“Yeah, okay.” He climbed back on his bike and the trio was off, the race was forgotten, although Frank had silently decided that he was the winner. John gave the bird one last glance before they turned the corner, it had not moved.

The three boys went home, and the bird was all but forgotten about.

•••

●●●●

3rd of April, 1984

“Frank, come oooon.” John whined impatiently, bouncing on his feet. They were waiting in front of their school, bikes at the ready, the day had ended about ten minutes ago, and John was eager to leave. Frank, however, was still talking to Lila.

''Calm down dude, just five more minutes.'' He gave John a quick glance, barely looking at him before turning back to Lila and continuing their conversation.

John groaned as he rocked his bike back and forth, tapping his foot on the ground, his eyes wandering around, clearly not enjoying having to wait any longer. ''You said that five minutes ago! Even Jack's getting impatient!''

''Huh?-'' Jack had in fact, not been getting impatient, on the contrary, he was perfectly content waiting for Frank as he watched a butterfly rest on one of the flowers against the school's gate. Frank rolled his eyes and Lila gave him an awkward chuckle.

''If you're all in a rush then I'll leave you to it, we can talk tomorrow! Either way, I should probably go as well.'' She gave Frank a smile and a wave. He seemed a bit disappointed but he smiled and waved back at her as Lila left to join her friend, Jaune, who was waiting for her a bit further away. Lila and Jaune were part of the group who left by foot, a bit after Narciso did, in the same general direction as him, Icarus as well, going in the same direction that John and his friends would take today. Many simply went on the bus, but some stayed behind, to play, like Ray and Bastien, or to wait for their parents, like Richard, Dexter or Carmen.

John, Jack and Frank were part of the few who'd come with their bikes if they could, leaving in the same way. Although they were supposed to have a set path, after so long, Frank ended up suggesting they take a detour through a path in the woods. It was definitely longer, but it was much more enjoyable for them. The woods were especially enjoyable during spring and autumn, and their new path allowed them to pass by the fields, crops and animals, which they would sometimes feed.

Frank let out an annoyed groan as he mounted his bike, joining his two friends and avoiding eye contact with John, which only resulted in John giving him an amused smirk. The brown haired boy shared a glance and a chuckle with Jack before they were off. John was in the lead this time, although they were far from racing, it was their usual stroll back home today, aside from the fact that, besides some snickering between Jack and John, it was quiet. Jack, being on the same level as Frank, would turn his gaze towards him with a big dumb smile, Frank tried ignoring it, wanting to give the impression that he was angry at the two, but his frown faltered when he would side eye Jack and see his grin.

Eventually, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling and letting out a snort. “What??” He pressed on, lightheartedly, making Jack giggle.

“Do you like her?”

“Huh?”

“Lila, do you like her?”

“Well yeah, she’s nice to me, she’s a good friend.”

John couldn’t help but repress a laugh with Jack, earring an undignified and confused look from Frank towards the two.

“No, doofus. Do you like like her?”

It took a few seconds, but it was like a lightbulb had suddenly turned on in Frank’s head as he realized what Jack was talking about. Turning to give him a glare, he removed his hand from the handlebar to give him a punch in the shoulder, Jack responding with an ‘ow!’ between his giggling.

“No I don’t! I told you, she’s nice! That’s it!”

“Yeah, okay, definitely just nice.”

“She’s just a friend, quit it!” Frank tried to go for another hit, which Jack dodged.

“Just a friend? At this rate you’re gonna spend more time with her than us!”

“What?! That’s not even true! We-... John?”

The friendly banter between the two boys came to an end as they stopped their bikes. In between them, John had stopped as well without a word, looking down at the ground, his expression showing a mix of shock, lots of confusion and a tinge of anxiety. His friends followed his gaze and they joined him in his confusion when their eyes landed on the spot he was fixing.

The same crow from yesterday.

In the same spot.

In the same pose.

It hadn't moved for an entire day.

The three boys stayed quiet as they stared at the animal, each trying to make sense of this scene in their head.

“Uhm… Maybe it’s a different bird?-” Jack proposed, without even really believing his own theory, immediately getting shut down by the other two throwing him a glance.

''It stayed here all night?'' John asked his friends as if they would have actually been able to answer him. Frank hummed as a response, looking down at him and seemingly thinking.

''Yeah, really weird crow… Alright, let's go.'' Frank started pedaling again, going around it and paying it no mind. John didn't follow him, looking at Frank in disbelief while he vaguely gestured towards the bird.

''You're not weird out by that?? I mean- crows don't do that- right Jack?'' He turned towards his taller friend, who was still next to him and observing the two.

''Uh-'' Jack blinked a few times, not having anticipated getting put into the conversation. ''Yea no they don't do that but…''

''It's just a bird, John.'' Frank had shrugged at John's question as he waited ahead for the two. Jack nodded, glad that Frank had filled out the end of his thoughts for him. ''Maybe it has some sort of brain damage or something. I dunno, let's just go.''

Jack hummed, seemingly agreeing with Frank as he joined him forward, leaving John as the last one who hadn't moved yet. He stayed frowning down at the bird a little longer, as if it would eventually let out its secret if John stared hard enough, the crow did not move.

''Weren't you in a hurry? Or should we wait five more minutes?'' Frank said teasingly, which finally earned a reaction from John, who looked up with an offended smile.

''You-!'' The boys chuckled as John started quickly making his way back to them, causing Jack and Frank to take a head start.

The crow was forgotten about as the boys left in a haste, pretending to be in a cops chase.

It stood in its spot, unmoving, staring straight forward.

••

•••

●●●●

It was uncanny how blue the sky was, only disturbed by two lone clouds slowly drifting through it, although now wind could be felt or heard. John had been walking for an undefined amount of time, kicking a pebble through the dirt path as he did. He was surrounded by a wheat field, John couldn’t make out if it even had an end, and it didn’t bother him, being in a dream, he didn’t question the illogicality of this place. John paused however, as he had kicked his pebble too far to the right, it hit something, making a small sound that made John look up and take in his surroundings. The field was still the same as before, however, to his left, he could see a crooked tree breaking the repeating pattern of the crops, and to his right, there was the thing that hit his pebble, what looked like a concrete block stood there, looking old and disheveled, as if no one had came to bother cleaning it in years now.

John blinked once before approaching it, he observed for the dirt path, as the shed was a good three meters into the field. The crops being almost his seize, he refrained for now to approach it. He looked at the door of the block, who appeared to be a lot more taken care of than the shed, almost as if they did not fit together. The doorknob was a golden color, a teal glint shining on it.

John squinted his eyes, trying to make out what was making that shining light. Unconsciously, trying to get a closer look, he took a step forward, stepping in the field. The wheat rippled at his touch as if it were water. John inhaled sharply as his eyes opened back up, from the bright field to the darkness of his room. He wasn’t sure what woke him up, he had felt something like an odd wave go through his body and he could see a small blue tint over his vision that quickly went away.

He groaned as he felt a headache come on and turned around in his bed, guessing the light came from his window and tried to avoid it in the future. He pulled the covers over his head and almost immediately went back to sleep, his half asleep mind way too woozy to even begin thinking about this night, The rude awakening would be forgotten about in the morning.

••

•••

●●●●

4th of April, 1984

“It’s gone.”

It was another day, and just like the previous days, they went through the same path through the woods, and eventually, the three boys stumbled back into the spot where the crow had stayed for the past few days, only now it was empty. John stared, growing at the ground, while Frank just gave it a hum and a shrug before riding past it.

“See? T’was nothing to worry over, just a weird bird, probably got caught by a fox or something.” Frank looked behind, trying to get John to move and get going.

“But there’s no trace of a fight though…” John mumbled, almost to himself as he scanned the ground around him, the dirt hadn’t been disturbed, there was no sign of any fox or predators having passed through, there wasn’t even any sign the crow had ever been there.

“John, it’s fine, don’t stress over it.” Jack had slowed down next to him to give him a few pats on the shoulder and a smile as he passed him as well, John didn’t move.

“Yeah! Probably just flew away, y’know, like birds do?” Frank gave John a cocky tone as he tilted his head forehead, shaking it, almost like he was calling John an idiot. Jack chuckled as he passed him.

That made John look up, a frown on his face, but he wasn’t angry, maybe a bit irritated sure, but he was smiling playfully. He knew his friend wouldn’t actually insult them, and little bickering like that between these two specifically was a daily occurrence. “Are you making fun of me!”

“Nah!...” Frank shrugged, turning his head away with an exaggerated dumb look. “Maybe, but that doesn’t matter!” John gave Frank an offended look, which made Frank put up his hands defensively.

“Hey come on, look. Some birds are weird, okay? It’s gone now, don’t sweat over it.”

John hummed, his smile faltering a bit as he looked back down. It really looked as if the bird had simply never even been there in the first place. He frowned, maybe they were right, no, they were definitely right. John was making a mountain out of a molehill. Of course there was nothing to worry about, nature was unpredictable, he shouldn’t try to make sense of something that had so little impact on his life either way. A random crow on a dirt path? He saw birds everyday, it didn't matter.

“Yeah, Okay.” He paddled back towards his friends, the event staying in the back of his mind as they left, but he was sure he would move on from it soon enough, it was nothing to worry about. The three boys turned around the corner and continued on with their day.

Unbeknownst to them, one of the two baby birds living in the nest about the path was left alone as it chirped for its mother.

And Reblog you shall get, really good animation

Y'all I made dis 🤲🏾 (pls reblog;;)

Hey here for the update, the animatic is done took 3 month but actually 19 now 20 days if you subtract the days where I take break. just doing some bonus doodles for it but it’ll be done so here’s is one of them enjoy

HAPPY SPOOKY MONTH!! I decided to revisit this little series and BOY did I forget my love for Bob's stupid self..... so here's him on a 1950s work/propaganda poster?????? I dunno the cult's probably doing stupid shit to get people to stay at this point /j

(Flat version, no effects)

here's a drawing I made because I was bored.

Quick context, I told my Friend last week "I'm going to make a drawing of my spooky month oc based on the first songs that plays when I click my playlist"

...

Malparido Me and my Husband popped up

im back (sorta)

what's up? Two years ago I made the eddtober challenge and I felt so bad of not doing it last year that I'm not going to miss any October challenge of my current hiperfixation. This time I found spooky month inktober so..

Yeah, I just remembered that skid once dressed up as a demon and these to are capable of wearing matching costumes. The second one is them dress up like if they Stitch together

Here's the image, and the creator of this it's @arrietty-rune

See ya tomorrow

sinec john's daughter's dead, ig we could all say he.. Lost Hope get it? because her name is hope? because he is depressed? bcause

saw this shirt and thought of the silly ignore low quality :*((

og under the cut vv

from @shirtsthatgohard , highly reccomend that blog

Bros looking a bit silly..... goofy even...... perhaps a bit.............. funny....? /j

i had another idea at work

BROOOOOOOO, I absolutely love the way you drew that hair!!!!!!!!

Robert >>

bro idk

[EDIT: This design is outdated! Here's the new one.]

I made a Spooky Month oc for the fun of it-

Before anyone mentions Mina, I know-

The local neighborhood thief, who basically only steals gold or anything else that's shiny and valuable. She roams around random rooftops looking around until she finds a target. She's basically actively running from the police, but the thing is, no one knows she's actually the thief. The only thing people know is that a small green entitiy keeps stealing people's stuff. They can never catch her since she's so small and she runs away before they even get a good look at her. She doesn't have any Impact on the plot, except for being seen in the background or having a short scene. To Skid and Pump she's basically the cool friend that gives them (totally not stolen) candy. When she's not eyeing someone's golden necklace she's actually pretty chill and nice. She's the same age as the hatzgang, but is still the third shorters character.