|Only Daily Deviation I've gotten so far, and I am quite happy with this piece.|
Nature of the Soul- 1"Frisk, I seem to have misplaced the knife I was using. Have you seen it?"Nature of the Soul- 1 by TheBuggiest
Sans looked up when he heard Toriel's voice. Ever since he'd woken up to the sun streaming in through his window that morning, he'd felt that there was something wrong.
"Oh child, that is not something you should play with! Here, give it to me please."
His fists clenched involuntarily as he stood up. The pattering of feet mingled with the soft pad of furry paws. The kid's giggle cut over it like the sharp chirp of a bird; Toriel gasped.
"No no, do not run with that!"
They rounded the corner. Sans saw light glint off of a blade. Black sockets and a fixed grin flashed back at him from the metal, and just behind that something red glinted in the backs of the human's eyes. They lurched forward, mouth still open in a laugh.
He surged forward to catch Frisk as they fell. The kid stopped about a foot off the ground, knife still held tightly in front of them. Toriel clutched at her chest. The look on her face wa
vanitiesI hope you knowvanities by TheBuggiest
that I want to be available, but
what can I do
with the meager resources I have? I mean I
still keep believing
I was made me for a reason;
that this soul inside of me isn't as broken as it feels. I feel like
I've only just
begun to learn how to appreciate the
scope of feeling
you exhibit every time you breathe. I
wish I could so
easily open up myself to you
without feeling I'm just begging for a pick me up before moving on, and
this is just
another little creature's vanities
one more attempt
to make me feel like I can feel like you, but
I'm not alone
and it is to that hope I'll cling to.
If I've wasted time before, I'll try to make it up to everyone now.
Der Fleischmann 24-16-73Der Fleischmann 2 by TheBuggiest
The sensations associated with a new project... they are intoxicating. The blank slate of a clear gurney, its brushed steel glinting blue in the medigun's glow. The warmth of new blood seeping into my hands like the radiance of the sun. The muted shuffling of the pigeons as they creep closer to see a master at work. It is almost as good as the finale, when every last cut and stitch has been made and the fruit of my labor is finally at hand. But for now, I will enjoy the simple things.
I began by taking various tissue samples from myself: dermis and skeletal muscle from various places, a bit of bone from several sites on my skull, blood, et cetera. More details can be found in the charts and sketches associated with this journal. The main point at which I am driving is how I have avoided a problem associated with constructing a new body; that is, in growing a new head I may grow yet another fully functioning brain. To this end I am going to make the head in pieces, and growth wi
Der Fleischmann 14-12-73Der Fleischmann 1 by TheBuggiest
This is the day I have been waiting for. The Machinenmensch and the Engineer are moving out of my surgery to the workshop, and I will be able to finally work on this greatest of my endeavors without fear of discovery or interruption.
Within these pages, I will record the creation and training of Der Fleischmann. I have been given a gift from the gods-- well actually from Miss Pauling, but that doesn't sound nearly as exciting. It was a confusing situation, but somehow she saw the clone brain I had retrieved right before I was shot down outside of Gray's tank all those months ago, and she brought it back to me. Clever girl; she thought it better that I have it than it should be retaken by Gray, and I will not allow the risk she took to go to waste. She seemed quite adamant that I not tell her what I was planning to do with it, which is probably for the best. It will be much more satisfying when I unveil it to her along with all the others once the project reaches its completion.
Been playing a lil’ game called SOMA, and I want to talk to you people about one of the most pants-crapping moments I have ever experienced in a video game. If you think you might want to play this and hate even minor spoilers, do not continue reading.
Freaking TERRY AKERS. Okay, so he’s like. The first monster you meet that you actually have kind of an idea of who he used to be before the WAU turned him into a walking wheezing smoker’s lung. And THE GAME SETS YOU UP FOR AN AMBUSH RIGHT AT THE START OF HIS STUPID LEVEL.
Why am I following suspicious bloodstains into an abandoned medbay at the bottom of the ocean? Because I’m a moron. Fortunately this is clearly where I’m SUPPOSED to be, look, there’s a little recording deal on the cart here. If I listen to it, I can find out more of the story!
OR, alternatively, I can hear the doctor describing some symptoms for a little bit, and then realize that there is something coming up behind me to trap me in this little dead-end room :’D I run to the corner over there, naturally, and that thing comes into view, stares at the recorder, and when it’s done playing wobbles and chokes his way out of sight.
He’s blind. He’s freaking blind, and he listens for me making any noise.
Okay I think, not a big deal, just gotta move nice and quiet from now on. It’s really not all that different from the motion-sensitive guys I had to get around earlier, right? I wait until he’s in view, then stop moving so he can’t hear me, and keep going.
Or it would be, except the room I need to get into is locked, and it has a slightly busted window. I have to break a window. And Terry’s going to be all over me like lice on a second grader the instant I hit that glass.
But surprisingly enough, it goes pretty well. It takes two hits to get through, and Terry stands there screaming at the door he got locked out of all that time ago like an asthmatic cockatoo once he hears the noise, but eventually I manage to get in and get the security chip I need. Maybe I was right at first. Maybe Terry isn’t that big of a– CRUNCH.
I step on trash in the hallway. I think I move far enough away, I sidle over to the wall and crouch down, but Terry’s coming. And he comes right up behind me.
And he screams at my back for at least a full minute.
That’s right. A minute of me sitting there not daring to move, staring at the wall while my visuals go haywire just in case I DIDN’T notice that there’s a biomechanical (?) abomination waiting to rip my spinal column out and beat me with it standing mere inches away from my back. The worst of it is the longer he goes, the less he sounds like a 200 pound macaw that got punched in the throat and the more he sounds like an old man trying to drag more oxygen from the air than he can get.
With no signs of him letting up, I slowly start to turn to see if he’s actually still there. Maybe it’s a bug in the game.
And he knocks me out.
The fun keeps going after that. I limp and drag my way to where I KNOW there’s a heal point. You know, in the back of a room with one door. Turns out that when you use those, they actually make noise. Yep. So I wind up losing that health I got from using it immediately after to the ever vigilant tumor-man and his ridiculous hearing.
Then of course the lights go out, and I have to reformat the chip on a computer that, guess what, makes noise. Terry actually comes into the room I’m hiding in at one point after I step on trash *out in the hall*; I swear he’s getting sharper and keener in his hearing with every progressing second. In the end I manage to make it to the elevator and get the chip in, but it’s only by pausing every time I do ANYTHING, because everything makes noise and Terry is ALWAYS LISTENING. And even then I still die once when the elevator I fixed makes its noises, and he runs right through the doors that are NOT closing as fast as I’d like them too.
Those guys at Frictional Games really know how to set up their scares to get the very most out of them. Which is funny, because that's not even the main thing that makes me love this game so much.