Ridiculousness (Aus Edition)

uh oh, you're just like the rest of us

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Flamango_55: Y'all have been powdered wowie

At the sound of movement, Ivory woke up with a jolt, sitting up quickly. His glitch mask appeared once more in an instant, covering the entirety of his face. The music box had turned off, and The Chair had moved to sit below the white screen where a familiar name sat.

On the floor, only one of the three original plushies remained fully solid. The other two had faded significantly, the loading bars over their heads flashing warning signs. Rather than the phrase 'locating creators', the text had changed to say 'creators not found'. The third plushie, however, had a full loading bar, bright green text cheerfully stating 'creator located'. Fabricmare shivered, a silvery green magic washing over his tiny body.

A grin broke out across Ivory's face, his feathers puffing up. "You! I remember you! Hello again!" Fabricmare lifted his head, tipping it this way and that, his small limbs moving about as he tested his mobility. With an equally cheerful grin, Fabricmare waved at Ivory. He stood up, wobbling for a moment, before rushing across the floor to climb up the recliner. He settled on Ivory's leg, crossing his arms to look around.

"Ivory, do go retrieve the others." Ivory jumped again, startled by The Chair's sudden voice, before gasping. "Oh! Right, I should do that. Here, tiny dude, lemme give you a boost." Taking Fabricmare by the small hoodie, Ivory set the plushie in his scarf and hurried to stand, starting to rush down the hall. He stopped after a single step, frozen as he remembered what Nightmare had said.

Fabricmare laughed silently from the folds of Ivory's scarf as Ivory backtracked, sitting down once more with a shake of his head. His cheeks flushed from embarrassment, the red shining through his glitch mask, as he hesitantly tried to call Nightmare back. "Um. Nightmare?" The quiet that came after had his blush darkening, his embarrassment skyrocketing, only to be stopped dead in its tracks by surprise. Out of the dark corner of the room, Nightmare and Killer stepped out, Cross stumbling out shortly after. Nightmare made for the smaller couch, glancing at Ivory. "Is it time?" 

"Uh." Ivory motioned to the white screen, where the message still sat. Fabricmare's head popped out of the scarf, his smug expression very smug as he waved. Nightmare's face went sour, a frown on his face. "Not you again." Cross snorted, setting on the other couch with Killer, ignoring Nightmare's ire in favor of answering the screen. "Yeah, we were covered in dust. Inorganic dust." Killer nudged Cross with a grin, "C'mon, you'll insult dusty like that." Cross scoffed, "As if he isn't already covered in dust. Both kinds."

"Rude."

"Anyways," Cross shot Killer a look, "we took a shower and ate some snacks. Horror and Dust are still sleeping."

In response to [Nightmare stretching],
A Creator said: Flamango_55: Aww no wait that's cute

Nightmare scowled, "I'm not cute. I'm anything but cute-" Killer cut in, sly, "Boss is adorable, you're right!" Ivory chuckled quietly, his mask buzzing as it faded. Fabricmare swiped at it from below, jumping to reach. His hand fazed through it.

"Dontcha agree, Crossy? Boss's cute, right?" Cross shoved Killer away, the latter giggling at his reaction. "I think criss-cross agrees, guys." Nightmare hissed at him to shut up. Ivory snorted, and promptly erupted in a fit of scratchy coughing. At the same time, the screen changed to a new message.

Flamango_55: Ya'll need a glass of water or two? *offers some cups of mountain dew*

Ivory blinked, amused at the timing. "Sure.." The cold drink appeared in his hands, which he thankfully didn't drop in his surprise. He took a sip, and gave the screen a thumbs up.

On the other couch, Killer was waving his hand around excitedly. "Oh, oh! I want one!" Killer held out his hands eagerly, gleeful as the cup popped in his hands. He chugged it quickly, hiding his smile behind his cup at Cross's annoyed expression. 

Flamango_55: Goddamnit I'm covered in powder- I wonder... *puts hand in sewn up mouth* Nope, not cocaine

Fabricmare patted himself down, shaking his head and wiping his mouth, though all it did was spread more dust on his sewn mouth. Ivory snickered not unkindly, reaching up to try and help.

Flamango_55: ALL HAIL CHAIR WOOOO

Nightmare glanced at The Chair, frowning. "I get the sense that you may be friends with this one." The Chair closed its eyes and then opened them, as if Nightmare had said something silly. Fabricmare also proceeded to express amusement, miming laughter. Disgruntled, Nightmare crossed his arms and essentially pouted at the floor.

Flamango_55: Mostly is right. As God of my own set of AUs I am of course omnipotent in my own right,,,,

"Of course! But what's important is that you're not omnipotent here, so therefore, you're not dangerous at all!" Nightmare sneered, smug. "You can't do anything here because The Chair will stop you, so hah!" The Chair stared at him, before the screen changed to read something else.

No, I won't. If it's funny enough, I don't mind letting you suffer.
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Flamango_55: >:0

 Cross blinked and frowned. "How do we respond to this?" Fabricmare made a rather valiant attempt to mimic the face on the screen, pushing at his face. Sadly, he could not.

In response to [Farmer leaving],
A Creator said: Flamango_55: Bye bye Farmer!

Ivory shifted, tugging on his sweater sleeves. "Um. He's not here anymore?" The Chair beeped, the screen changing once more.

Message Forwarded To [Farmer Sans]
Response: "Oh, bye! Whoever that is.."

The screen, just as it had before, turned blue, a sign that there were no more Creators to speak with. Ivory sighed at the sudden quiet, lying back on the recliner with a huff. Fabricmare settled on the crook of Ivory's wing, basically snuggling into the feathers for a 'nap'.

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