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Mr. Grizz sighed a tired breath as he pushed his way through the tiny doorway into his office. The doorway had a few cracks and crevices in it, evidence of years of Mr. Grizz pushing his large self into his office. Mr. Grizz knew he had told the construction workers to get him a wide doorway but, without a clear idea of just how large Mr. Grizz was, they ended up getting it wrong, making the doorway to his office just barely big enough for Mr. Grizz to get into his office.

Mr. Grizz’s office was luckily more fit to his size, giving him enough room to walk around and not bump anything off of the shelves. Mr. Grizz sighed again, setting down the fish net full of today’s golden eggs, and took his coat off, placing it gently on the nearby coat rack before he picked the net up again and sat down in his chair, setting the bag beside him.

Today’s catch wasn’t nearly as good as it normally would be if the team was actually paying more attention like they were supposed to. Mr. Grizz was just disappointed in them. Oh well, Mr. Grizz supposed though. At least they got some golden eggs unlike their first shift where they got literally NOTHING.

As Mr. Grizz reached into the net and pulled out an egg to stare at its gleam, his phone began to ring. No one called him besides maybe the complaint desk to tell him that his employees were unsatisfied with the job. He had heard every kind of complaint at this point and personally predicted that today, it was going to be about Mr. Grizz’s disappointment in the team today.

Mr. Grizz was pleasantly surprised though when, instead of hearing the complaint desk worker’s droning and dead voice come through, he heard his business partner’s voice. Commander Tartar.

Mr. Grizz remembered when he was floating about in space, defeated and hurt, and randomly got a call. Mr. Grizz remembered being panicked and..also confused before answering. Mr. Grizz remembered becoming even more nervous when he first heard Tartar’s voice…but then settling and being relieved as Tartar explained its plan to get Mr. Grizz down from there. He liked talking to Tartar…

“H-H-H-Hey Grizzy!” Tartar’s voice was always nice to hear in Mr. Grizz’s opinion. It was almost always friendly and today was no different. Though, Mr. Grizz did notice how buggy and glitchy his voice was today. Mr. Grizz often had to remind himself that Tartar was a fairly old android and had a habit of not getting repairs or even fixing himself! Mr. Grizz should probably continue work on getting that update for Tartar finished.

“What is it this time, Tartar?” Mr. Grizz answered the phone, now anxiously messing with the golden egg in his paw. His voice was still gruff like it was with everyone but it was noticeably gentler when talking to Tartar.

Mr. Grizz shot up and to attention immediately, slamming his paw down on his desk. Tartar had to just be playing a weird joke on him, right?! Everyone knew humans were long dead! “That’s literally impossible, Tartar. They’re all dead! Long dead even! Are you absolutely sure it’s not an Inkling, Octarian or some other creature?” Mr. Grizz started to get up from his seat, placing on his coat again and getting ready to head down to the metro. He had to see this for himself.

“Extremely sure. They sleep like a rock so I was able to check for anything suspicious. It’s a human for sure. It’s honestly amazing how they’ve evolved though. Interesting even…” Tartar got that sound to his voice when he was thinking about malicious things before his voice went back to being excited, “I-I don’t know whether to think I’m going crazy or to be extremely excited!” Mr. Grizz could already tell Tartar was bouncing up and down on the other side.

“...Fine, I’ll be down in 15 minutes, don’t forget to be careful. Remember, humans are just as dangerous as anyone else. My wolves almost went extinct at their hands. ..Though I guess it doesn’t matter nowadays…” Mr. Grizz grumbled before realizing that Tartar had already hung up. “Oh for the love of Cod…” Mr. Grizz face palmed as he placed the phone back where it was supposed to be, “Tartar, please tell me you understand the risks…” Mr. Grizz grumbled as he left his office.

Commander Tartar placed its phone back on its rack and turned towards the human as they mumbled something in their sleep. ‘Stop bouncing! You look ridiculous!’ Shouted its thoughts before it grabbed the human’s hand and checked for a pulse. “Ooo, yes! You are still alive. Don’t know why I just had to check but you never know!” Tartar pulled away and readjusted its black bowtie as it did. Tartar had to look its best.

Tartar’s sharp, metal claws were at least a little hidden, right? He couldn’t imagine how this little human would feel if they saw just how sharp his claws were.

Oh, she’s waking up!!!

Tartar brushed their outfit off and watched the human stir and stretch. “god…I’m an idiot..falling asleep in the middle of a…dark metro??” She started to slowly stand up, rubbing her eye. “Did I not learn a thing from Mother- Fern?” The human slowly looked up, seeing Tartar. She froze, allowing Tartar to speak.

“Ah! You’re awake, gre-!” Tartar cut off when a sharp pain exploded on the side of its head. It hit the ground rather hard. Great, now it was dazed. Cod, what even hit it?

“Who are you!?” The pain in Tartar’s head was taking forever to ebb away. He slowly looked up at the human, she was wielding a golf club. Wh-When and where in the world did she get that!? How did he not notice she had it!?

“I SAID WHO ARE YOU!? Don’t make me strike you again!” The human pointed the end of the golf club at them. Tartar quickly kicked back, shouting “C-Calm down! H-Hold your horses! Take a dam chill pill!” As they did. Tartar held up their hands. The human stepped forward, closing the distance quickly and raised the golf club again, aiming for Tartar’s horn this time. Tartar had to think of something to say, now!

“I-It’s–,” It scrambled to get the words out, “I’m just a t-telephone! Th-That’s m-my name actually! Telephone! Just calm down!” Tartar scooted away quickly from the human, a little more angry that the first human in forever attacked it.

“...” The human glared at Tartar harder and stood taller to try to look intimidating. It was honestly kinda funny. Finally, she lowered her club slightly, keeping it up high enough so that Tartar wouldn’t forget what it could do to him.

“Good enough, I guess,” The human scoffed, still disgusted with Tartar. “Why were you watching me sleep?” She continued, pointing her golf club at Tartar’s face again..

“W-Well, you probably already know but all of humanity is extinct! I haven’t seen a human in the last 12,000 years! ..Which intrigues me..” Tartar finally stood up and leaned over the human, placing a hand on their chin; getting a curious look in their eyes. “Where did you even come from…?” Tartar got a little closer to the human. Too close for comfort apparently.

The human jabbed her club under Tartar’s head upon it getting a little too close. “And tell me why I should tell you ANYTHING!” Aggressive much? Geez.

“I’ve been trying to bring back humanity? It’s what I was made for. Seriously, stop being so hostile,” Tartar pushed its hand down on the golf club, forcing the human to lower it. The human’s glare toughened more before a cruel smirk came to her face.

“Ha!” The human scoffed, “You’re made for transmitting calls. No idea why anyone would give a telephone a body but whatever. You’re a phone for a reason,” The human glared at Tartar, her smirk becoming smug. “I don’t see why I have to lie to you. You’re a human! I’m your ally and allies do not lie to each other,” Tartar clenched his hand, showing off the sharp claws as a threat. The human looked uncomfortable upon seeing them.

“Let’s see…I have that dam monologue prerecorded somewhere…” Tartar started to crack their handle and make strange noises trying to find it. “Monol-?” Tartar held up a finger in a ‘one moment’ motion. The human scoffed softly and crossed her arms with a huff.

“[DISABLING CONTEMPORARY SPEECH MODE]” It was sudden to the human judging by her flinch.

“I am TARTAR, an AI construct created 12,000 years ago by a brilliant professor. My prime directive is to pass on humanity’s vast knowledge on to the next worthy lifeform. When your kind became self-aware,” Tartar cracked its lever again, stopping the recording in its tracks. The human seemed curious now as if interested about hearing the rest of the monologue. “I don’t believe anything else is really important in that recording.”

“...Oh, well then,” The human now messed with their golf club, brushing some dust off of it. “Don’t expect me to tell you my name. You haven’t earned it yet…” Tartar’s eyes flickered to blue for a moment, quickly scanning the human while she wasn’t fully paying attention. It was honestly super funny to see her snap back to attention and look at Tartar.

“Wha- Wait! What did you just do!? I-I felt that! You- I-I felt a tickle–,” The human pat herself down quickly, accidentally dropping her golf club in the process.

“Hmm, not very good at keeping your guard up around potential threats, are you?” Tartar placed his hands crossed behind his back with a smug smirk before saying, “You’re Everest! No middle or last name interestingly. You’re a week away from turning 18 and are officially an adult! That sounds exciting! You’re also Applicant 10,009 for The Promised Land! Though, something tells me you’re not interested in that,” Tartar stood straight up again and folded his hands together with a smile, “Having scan tools and being an AI is rather helpful.”

“...Don’t you ever do that again…” Everest growled and pointed at Tartar again. Her amber eyes glowed with distrust but..lenience most interestingly. It was like Everest wanted to trust them. “I don’t think you understand that I don’t wish to hurt you, kid. I’m the Messenger of Humanity, not the Mass Murderer of Humanity,” The poked Everest’s nose. “Boop! As the kids say nowadays.”

“Oh back off, you invasive thing!” Everest brushed her nose off quickly and placed her hands near Tartar’s chest to push it slightly, not that she moved it much.

“My point is, I want to help bring humanity back. I’m not here to harm anyone besides the scum, bile and seafood that have evolved to conquer the world left behind by the humans,” Tartar adjusted his bowtie and even redid it as it had gotten messed up when Everest hit him earlier.

“...” Everest didn’t seem to trust Tartar’s intentions (‘Smart cookie,’ Tartar admittedly thought, proud of her distrust and smartness even though they knew they would never harm a human.). She muttered under her breath, glaring at a nearby pebble as she did, “I should’ve stayed in the mountains…”

“The mountains! That’s where you’ve all been hiding, hm?” Tartar placed its fingertips together excitedly, unable to stop a dopey grin from spreading across its metal face.

“They wouldn’t take too kindly to a weird, telephone man..” Everest’s eyes shot back to look at Tartar’s then back at the ground just as she finished, adding, “Not like I’d ever go back there.”

“Oh it won’t matter! I-I can change my form! I take on this form though because it looks most like an Octarian. Shocked you haven’t seen one yet, they’re everywhere underground..”

Everest started to back away at this point. Tartar worried that he was stressing Everest out and making her feel a little overwhelmed with how excited he was. “Humans are nothing special, so why the bouncing and cheer talk?”

“I haven’t seen a human in YEARS, centuries, decem millenniums!” Tartar exclaimed. “You’ll have to excuse how excited I am!” Tartar grabbed Everest’s hand with their own, freezing cold talons. “Hey-! Let go!” Everest yanked back, glancing at her club which laid on the ground just barely out of reach. “Take a chill pill, I’m not going to hurt you! How many times do I have to tell you that?”

“Take a hint, Tartar!” Ooooh, she used its name! “If you’re trying to trick me into bringing you back to the village, the answer is no! I’m never going back there again!” …Dang.

“What??? No! I- ha! I wouldn’t do that. Totes wouldn’t. You’re crazy, my dude. Absolutely bonkers, my cold homie!” Tartar tried to laugh it off, hoping to hide his panic. Maybe Everest was a little more observant than he had originally thought.

“Oh please, you started using way more slang, I know a trick when I hear one. You’re not going to the village and I’m not taking you back there unless it’s to help me wipe that place out!” Everest pointed back behind her.

“Humans are so cool though! Why would you ever want to wipe them out??”

“I ran away from that place for a damn reason!” Everest suddenly shouted as loud as she possibly could, snapping Tartar straight to attention, “I’m not going to listen to their culty BS about bowing down to The Leviathan anymore!” Everest swept her hand across to get her point across, “Its spawn stole this planet from the humans of yesterday and I’m not going back so I can hear more of,” Everest laughed, mocking one of the villagers presumably, “‘If we keep sacrificing sheep to The Leviathan, it will allow us to leave this cliffside’. I’ve grown tired of that STUPID CULT!!” Everest grabbed her hair tightly, heaving now. Her eyes shook and she was clearly panicked, causing Tartar to panic a little too, “THEY DON’T–! They- they don’t–!” Everest took a shaky breath, tears rolling down her cheeks. She looked so…suddenly weak. Weak and hurt.

“I-...I’m not going back…” Everest’s voice was weak and her arms dropped to her side. She sniffled again and wiped her few tears, as if hoping that Tartar hadn’t seen anything.

“A cult, hm?” Tartar approached Everest slightly, holding their hand out.

“Yes!” Everest met Tartar’s eyes again, “A cult based around the bile and spawn of The Leviathan here! I don’t ever want to go back, it would be better if they were all wiped out!” Everest slammed a fist into her palm, “The amount of people I can imagine I’ve eaten unknowingly in stew that were sacrificed to ‘The Leviathan’-!!” Everest grabbed her head again, staring out into space again as well. “The Leviathan doesn’t even EXIST!” Everest placed her arms over her head.

“Hmm…” Tartar watched a few more tears slip from Everest’s eyes and trail down her face. “Y’know, maybe you don’t have to go back,” Tartar noticed Everest’s sobs calmed down a little to listen to what Tartar had to say, “I’m willing to give you a sneak peak on my plans. I won’t even lay a finger on you if that’s what you’re scared of…” Tartar slowly and gently took Everest’s hands. They made sure they weren't poking the sharp tips into her hands. Tartar then began to slowly guide Everest over to a hidden hatch in the ground. They would retrieve Everest’s golf club later.

Everest slowly raised her head a little to look at Tartar’s hands and watched wearily before allowing Tartar to lead her slowly. “None of the sanitized octarians should harm you,” Tartar mentioned, reaching down to lift up the hatch in the ground. The hatch led to a white corridor. The Kamabo Co. Labs.

“They follow my orders exactly,” Tartar continued, carefully pulling Everest down the steps and closing the hatch behind her, “If I tell them not to harm you, they won’t.”

“What do you mean by sanitized?” Everest finally looked back up and took her hands away from him.

“Simple, I’ve created a primordial goop that will create the ultimate lifeform! I should’ve let 8 go. No one was going to believe an octarian about the crazy telephone who tried to kill them. I acted in panic and anger. But this time, it’ll be proper,” Tartar grinned and clenched its fist proudly, “No one will figure out until it’s too late. Especially with Mr. Grizz on my side, we’ll restore Earth to its former glory together!” Everest stared at Tartar with an unreadable expression. Tartar decided to pretend that Everest liked the sound of its plan.

The inside of the lab was rather bright and the buzz of talking echoed through the hallways. There were a few signs of struggling, making it clear that not everyone here came here willingly. There were also dried bits of pink ink dotting the walls. When Tartar saw it, he looked disgusted and quickly ordered a nearby Sanitized Octarian to please get rid of it.

Tartar couldn’t believe that CQ somehow missed a spot. Especially such a bright and noticeable spot! Maybe they needed to hire another janitor to help CQ… He was getting rather old after all. Just newly 7.

“What’s wrong with it? I thought the shade was…rather nice honestly,” Everest told Tartar, watching the octarian splat different ink over it. “No I-...” Tartar trailed off, seeing the octarian smile back at it and wander off. Tartar face palmed, “...I’ll just leave it for now. Don’t want to hurt their feelings…” Tartar turned away to keep guiding Everest down the hallway.

“I think Fern would find me even more disappointing than she first thought. I thought that interaction was rather cute!”

A laugh slipped out of Tartar as he commented, looking back at Everest, “Didn’t know such a tough kid could express such feelings!”

Tartar soon guided Everest to a room with a large blender in the middle, full of sanitized ink. This room didn’t require lights. The glow from all the sanitized ink was enough to light the room up. Tartar noticed Everest stumble a little and almost look sick immediately upon seeing the blender. Tartar brushed it off. Maybe it was the smell. There wasn’t much of one but it was at least noticeable.

“...You don’t do what I now think you do…right?” Everest glanced at Tartar with clear sickness on her face. Her voice was still a little weak.

“Well, tell me what you think I do first,” Tartar replied in a rather smug tone. They began to walk backwards, arms behind their back as they did. Tartar suddenly spun around after that and climbed up and sat on the top of the blender. Their legs kicked slightly as they stared down at Everest.

Everest looked a little more sick and worried as she responded, “Uhm..well- there’s a blender for one…uh..” Everest was clearly thinking of…something, “...Please don’t tell me you pick off the octarians around you and…sacrifice them to..” Everest pointed a hand at the blender. Tartar felt a little offended that Everest would think that admittedly.

“Nope! Well- eh, close,” Tartar shrugged before using a hand to gesture to the whole lab, “The octarians around you are ones that have failed their tests. All or most of them have failed their tests with a few of them being weak scraplings I kidnapped from Octo Valley when no one was looking. I select carefully. What you see here,” Tartar stood up, staring down at Everest, “Is a blend of everyone who’s succeeded in their tests! Only the most brilliant and greatest octarians end up here. It’s a blend of the most superior is what I’m saying. No one gets sacrificed. I’m not doing this for some make believe god. I’m doing this to create a lifeform on the level of humans!”

“...Will I end up in there some day…?”

“It’s a truly brilliant pl-...what?” Everest’s question caught Tartar off guard. Tartar looked over the edge, down at Everest. She looked terrified. The soft glow of the ink in the blender reflected in her amber eyes, giving them a burnt sienna shade.

Tartar had to scramble to think of something to say. This human was just full of surprises! “...N-No! Never! Absolutely not! I wouldn’t do that to a human!” Tartar leapt down from the blender, carefully holding Everest’s pale white hands again, “I-I was actually wondering if you’d like to join me!” Tartar grinned, “Take back Earth from those scraps of seafood above!”

Everest drew back from Tartar quickly, it wasn't grabbing her that tightly. “I-I’m not sure I can trust you yet. …What’s in it for me?”

Tartar was prepared for a reply like this. Way too prepared maybe. It wasn’t the first time someone had rejected his incredible offer. (‘3…’ His mind thought angrily) “Well, I doubt you wanna stay sleeping on that chilly and rock solid platform so I’ll make sure there’s a nice, comfy place down here to rest. I’ll make sure you never have to return to your mountain cult, hm…”

Everest started to think.

“I can’t let you leave after seeing this? No, that doesn’t make any sense! You don’t have anyone to rat me out to and you hate the citizens of that cesspool of a city too! Then again…you’re also the first person in years to strike me and land a good hit! You could find-”

“Stop. Stop. Stop. I get it. If I join you, I get a nice place to sleep and never have to go back to that crazy cult,” Everest waved her hand dismissively. Tartar looked over at Everest before they extended their claws a little.

“I mean, all you really needed to mention was getting a nice place to sleep. The mountain was freezing. I’m shocked no one got frostbite at all. At least, not that I ever knew of,” Everest’s bad attempt at a joke got Tartar to snicker. Everest slowly accepted its hand.

“PERFECT!” Tartar gave her hand a rough shake, “We’re in business, kiddo!” Tartar suddenly scooped up Everest and gave her a tight hug which she didn’t appreciate in the slightest!

“Mr. Grizz should be here so we can hopefully discuss more! Don’t worry, he might be a little intimidating at first but the bear’s a big softie! A total pushover at times even! He won’t hurt ya..” Tartar’s hug eased and it set down Everest, beginning to walk away already, “My little snowflake,” Tartar added with a smug smile.

“A-Aye…don’t call me that. We’re not quite at the nicknames stage,” Everest stumbled as Tartar left the room.

“Oh Leviathan, what have I gotten myself into…?” Tartar heard Everest mumble under her breath just as he opened the hatch and saw Mr. Grizz stood on the platform, waiting for his arrival patiently

#commander tartar #oc writing #splatoon #splatoon oc #splatoon mr. grizz #mr. grizz #splatoon tartar

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Hey guys! As my Resurgence AU (aka, my Splatoon Stories Hush (August) and Runaway (Everest)) has changed a lot since I first started work on it, I have come to say that all of Everest’s stories will be getting a rewrite to not only be more detailed but also be more accurate to the current state of the Resurgence AU. Stay tuned! If I don’t have Everest’s Introduction (Runaway) done by the time I post this after school, then I’m hoping to post the rewrite either later today or tomorrow! Stay tuned! …Again!

#oc writing #splatoon #splatoon oc

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Howdy fellas long time no see giggles, i finally post after a gazillion years, welcome to me merging two interests i love into one

BEHOLD!!!! QUEEN VANESS COG

#YES #YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS #THIS IS SO GOOOOOOOD #FERAL NOISES

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i think it would be so funny if someone made a fic or comic or smth but w all the tartars of the splatoon community (as many as they can find at least) and its just all of them like getting a living space and trying to be undercover or smth idk

imagine marina or someone finds them and is like “what the actual shell🧍😰😰😰”

just a thought tbh

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(Thank you to NoirDenwa for giving me permission to give one of their ToonTown Ocs a cameo in my AU. I will not be saying who, just read and find out because boy am I proud of this story!)

What did Leaf do to deserve this?

How much of The Chairman’s rambles did Leaf have to sit through before he let Leaf just choose a damn department!?

“Y’know kid, I think you’d fit into the Lawbots the best. You’re pretty moody, you’d like Virgil I think. Then again, his suit name is Witchhunter for a reason, he’d…probably dislike you. Are you good at math by any chance?” At this point, it felt like Leaf’s brain was melting out her ear from the utter boredom.

…hm?

Leaf glanced at the nearby window. ‘That seems like a quick exit…plus I get to see the new world I’ve found myself in…’ Leaf now began to inch over to the window, mostly toning out The Chairman’s rambling.

“Then again, you don’t seem like the kind to work hard here so maybe not. Law is a pretty hard job, especially with how confusing it can often be. Maybe I should get you a job here with the Boardbots where I can keep an eye-,” The Chairman looked up, seeing Leaf near the window, “Uh…are you even listening?”

“Oh-?” Leaf looked back at The Chairman, “Yeah, uh, totally…just want to see this whole new world I’ve found myself in…” Leaf stared at the window, seeing all the strange colors of this world.

“There’s not much to see out there,” The Chairman rolled his eyes, “We’re currently in Drowsy Dreamland, this is probably the quietest place here so you minus well accept working here if you want any form of normalcy…” Leaf rolled her eyes before she opened the window as wide as it would go.

“What are you planning to do…?” The Chairman narrowed his eyes.

“It’s stuffy in here! Calm down!” Leaf hissed suddenly.

The world outside was painted in deep, grayish purples. There were a few, strange lamp posts decorated around the streets, not like it mattered much though, the lights barely lit up the dark streets. The night air was chilly enough for Leaf to see her own breath and it was…strangely refreshing.

“...I’ll just keep talking, don’t move another inch. Prethinker told me humans are easily killable so I doubt you’ll be able to survive such a fall,” The Chairman went back to listing the various jobs and the responsibilities of being a Boardbot.

Leaf leaned out the window suddenly and counted under her breath a few times, ready for what she was about to do. “1…2…3…1…2…3…1…2…3!!”

“What are you counting for?” The Chairman glared at her, growing noticeably tense.

Leaf leapt out of the window suddenly.

Leaf felt the wind whirling around her and- somehow, it felt so freeing. There was a sharp sinking and rising feeling in Leaf’s gut as she fell.

‘Aim your feet at the ground– this is going to hurt–!’ Leaf’s mind raced as she fell closer and closer to the ground. Could she even survive this?? Maybe she should’ve thought this through even slightly more!?

At a certain point, Leaf couldn’t stop a scream from escaping her. Leaf covered her eyes as tightly as she could.

The sickening *SNAP!* that came from her body as her feet hit the ground. Pain shot up into her leg which only caused her to flop over, clutching her leg.

“YOU’RE STILL ALIVE!?” The Chairman’s voice shouted and glancing up slightly revealed him looking out the window completely wide eyed.

Leaf didn’t respond, only taking her hoodie off and biting into its sleeve as she slowly got up and started to limp away. Leaf didn’t dare look at the injury and decided to try her best to ignore it. …It was really hard to do so though.

Every step hurt like hell but hey, The Chairman hadn’t gone after her yet…

Took forever but finally, Leaf found a good, dark alleyway to sit down and die for a little bit in. Bruises had already started to form on her ankle and it looked grizzly already. Leaf spat out her hoodie finally and instead wrapped it around her ankle.

‘...So I’m in a new world, having just now jumped out a window on like-...the 5th story…just to avoid death by boredom and a job being forced upon me. I don’t know what a Toon is but I should try to-!’

Leaf shouted, a figure having seemingly appeared before her magically as if summoned by Leaf merely thinking about them.

Leaf watched them jump out of a black hole in the ground before peeling the tarp up off the ground and folding it neatly before placing it in a pocket. At the moment, they were turned away from Leaf, just humming to themselves as they tapped their chin. “Where…?” They mumbled softly and reached down to pick up an object.

They looked like what Leaf would think a Toon looked like. Small for one. At least shorter than Leaf by a few inches. The Toon was a light gray cat minus his limbs and tail which were mint green. If Leaf wasn’t scared, she probably, admittedly, would’ve pet the Toon. Then again, it also would’ve, probably, been considered extremely rude.

The Toon picked up another object and only huffed to himself. “Usually I’m pretty accurate with these dumb holes,” The Toon took the hole out again to glare at it, Leaf assumed before putting it away again, “Besides…he said this ‘Leaf’ person couldn’t’ve gotten far…”

They wore black shorts and what looked like a bellhop’s outfit. He had white gloves on (‘Expected, that’s kind of a staple of cartoon characters…’). They had a short black hat lined with golden thread and a blue visor. Their socks were striped and they wore large black shoes.

Leaf sighed slightly, still unsure if she should even speak up. Something just…felt off about this particular Toon. She had never seen a Toon before but something still felt off. Uncanny even.

Wait.

Leaf squinted. Something definitely was wrong.

It could barely be seen in the dark light of Drowsy Dreamland but the Toon’s shadow…didn’t quite match the Toon’s form. It was much larger than the toon for one and had mismatched eyes for two. Leaf couldn’t even make out what the shadow was supposed to be! It had a cable connected to something on the side of its head but that was all Leaf could make out. Just looked…scary.

Her nervous breathing was apparently loud enough to catch the Toon’s attention though. His ears pricked up and he turned around to face Leaf. Leaf grew tense and drew back slightly. The Toon’s eyes were a strangely piercing yellow (though that could’ve just been thanks to the lighting on this dark place).

“Oh! There you are! …I think. He didn’t give much of a description of you. Are you Leaf? Well- you probably are, you’re a human! Totes cool, y’know! I haven’t seen a human in uhh…actually never mind the years! You’re Leaf, I’m Noir, no need for introductions,” The Toon seemed way too excited to see Leaf, clasping his hands together. Noir was also extremely rambly, almost making it hard to keep up with what he was saying.

“‘He’? And please slow down, I can’t-” Noir was quick to interrupt Leaf.

“The Chairman! Who else?”

Leaf’s mind was already racing, telling her to run as fast as she could, but with her ankle being fractured or broken in some way, she probably wouldn’t get too far. Something told her though that even if she wasn’t hurt, she still wouldn’t get too far, I mean, she watched this Toon teleport in front of her using some kind of circular black tarp…!

“...I thought he hated Toons. Everyone in that building suggested that Toons were terrible! Why does he have a Toon working for him?” Leaf didn’t look at Noir as she said this. Something was just off about him and staring at Noir only creeped Leaf out more.

The look in Noir’s eyes changed for a moment. He seemed annoyed with Leaf calling him a Toon. “There are…some exceptions,” Noir said with a kind smile on his face, “It’s true that The Chairman dislikes and even hates Toons at times, but he doesn’t hate aaaall Toons~!” Noir sounded excited again and folded his hands, “Especially if they can be useful to him! Which I’ve long proven myself to be!” Noir sounded fairly proud of himself, a smirk creeping on his face as he did.

Leaf squinted, “You sound like you’re lying,” Leaf made sure she was loud enough to be heard and this certainly seemed to throw Noir off a little as his eyes shot back open, gaining teal irises for just a moment before he looked back at Leaf.

“Well…- I’m not. Believe me when I say, Leaf, I don’t lie! I ain’t the lying type!” Noir leaned over and brought a finger up near Leaf’s face as if trying to hammer home the point that he wasn’t a liar.

“I bet you’re not even a Toon. The Chairman kept talking about ToonCogs whatever those are. You certainly look like a toon but your shadow tells a different story!” Leaf pointed at the shadow which was still obscuring her own self slightly. Noir leaned away from Leaf, looking more annoyed with her.

“Robert mentioned you would be annoying but certainly not this annoying…” A scowl came to Noir’s face as if disgusted with Leaf, “I expected a little better from a human, y’know. Maybe some flare, some spirit?? At least a little more energy? You’re in a whole new world!” Noir balanced on one foot and spread out his arms, “You should at least be scared or excited- showing some kind of emotion besides deadpan!!”

Leaf rolled her eyes as dramatically as she could, “If you’re about to go on a speel about what a disappointment I am, save it. I know I’m disappointing, The Chairman kept highlighting my disappointing qualities all through rambling to himself about what department I should be in so he can ‘keep me safe in this dangerous world’,” Leaf mocked The Chairman’s voice as best as she could, even mocking some of his mannerisms like shuffling and messing with an imaginary tie.

“As if I can’t keep myself safe!” Leaf crossed her arms.

“...” Noir was completely deadpan. He then looked down at Leaf’s broken ankle, “‘As if I can’t keep myself safe!’” He mocked with a dumb smile on his face, putting his hands on his hips, “Yeah right, says the kid who literally jumped out the window to avoid a damn- darn- you know what, I don’t care about censoring myself right now, DAMN conversation and is currently sitting in front of me with a broken ankle!”

Leaf couldn’t exactly argue there. Jumping out the window was pretty stupid but she did try to tell the Chairman she didn’t want a job only for her concerns to get brushed off, so. “...okay fine, maybe it wasn’t the smartest thing to do-”

“No shit, Sherlock! Who knew jumping out the window of a 5 story building was a bad idea!” Noir feigned shock. He suddenly paused, getting a troubled look on his face, “We’re…getting seriously off topic…”

“Off topic of what-?”

“Pick your poison kid!” Noir spread his arms again, “Either you come with me peacefully back to the building,” He pointed his thumb out of the alleyway, “Or,” Noir pressed his fingertips together with a mischievous grin on his face, “We go with the funner option! Well, fun for me, not for you I’d assume.”

“My ankle is broken! How do you expect me to walk back into that stupid building!?”

As Leaf looked up from her bruised ankle, Noir's strange, teal irises had returned and he held a large, cartoonish mallet over his head, “Exactly.” Noir brought the hammer down onto Leaf’s head. The last thing Leaf heard was Noir giggling excitedly, “Oh I hope The Chairman lets me run at least 1 test on you! Oh- I probably shouldn’t say that outloud…”

“Fine, just don’t bother me about it…” The Chairman sounded annoyed when Leaf started to stir awake, “You’re dismissed, Noirtoon- oh and please avoid dripping on the carpet this time. You know that your strange, limb, ink stuff is hard to clean out,” This was followed by a mischievous giggle from…Noir? Leaf had assumed that ‘Noirtoon’ was just a way to insult the fact that Noir was a toon. “No promises…~” Leaf heard the door close soon after.

Leaf sat up as carefully as she could to avoid hurting her ankle. She was certainly annoyed now about having been knocked out for no apparent reason other than ‘for fun’. Leaf looked up at The Chairman who also looked annoyed with her. So hey, feelings are mutual!

“Well there goes that attempt at seeing this world without some dumb, couch man watching over me…”

The Chairman’s glare worsened.

“What??? I made it clear I didn’t want a job here and that I just wanted to get home and you brushed off all of my concerns! I doubt any of my family is going to take me disappearing randomly into a random remake of an old game in a good way!” Leaf stood as best as she could, keeping weight off of her broken anklet, “...fuck, I forgot what else I wanted to say…”

The Chairman picked up papers, “Let’s try this again, if you throw yourself out the window again, well, I guess Noirtoon’s dream of wanting a human to experiment with is going to come to him earlier than he expected,” The Chairman glared past the papers at Leaf.

“What’s with him anyways?? He’s…really unsettling. I feel like I just bought a ticket straight to the bottom of Uncanny Valley when I see him…” Leaf glared back at the doors, shivering a little.

“If you think I’ll be able to tell you anything, you’d be mistaken. Noirtoon hasn’t told me anything either. All I know is that he appeared in this world randomly and refuses to tell me where he came from. I don’t pry because it’s very rude and I’d prefer to not get on his bad side…”

“Great, well, where can I go that’s the furthest away from him and you that I can possibly go?” Leaf sat back down, “And also where I can go to get my ankle fixed?”

“You’d want the Lawbots for both of those but you’re 15 as you’ve repeated to pretty much everyone,” The Chairman rolled his eyes, “I might be forcing you to get a job and I’m not making you get a law degree to even slightly understand them,” The Chairman paused as if to think, “Unless I make you an apprentice maybe? Hm, what experience do you have?”

“Uhhh…” ‘Holy shit. He’s giving me a chance! What have I done relating to law…law, that’s like- rules and stuff, ain’t it?’ Leaf tapped her chin before answering, “I’m great at reenforcing rules in video games when playing with my siblings, no one wants to hear me rant about cheaters so they normally listen. This applies in real life too, I’ve been a referee for games between my friends and stuff!”

The Chairman stared at Leaf for a long while before sighing, “Eh, alright. That should work. I think Adjudicator should work as a suit name for you…Full name for reference?”

‘It worked! This guy must have low standards!’ Leaf stood proud as she said, “Leaf Aqueto, spelt A-Q-U-I-T-O,” Leaf folded her hands with a polite expression on.

“...So you remember your last name but not your first name???”

Leaf could only shrug, “Uhm, guess so. It just sort of came out…”

“Okay, sure,” The Chairman started to sign some papers on his desk.

“Now then, all that’s left is getting you someone who can help you with your apprenticeship so let’s see…Misty can barely defend herself against Toons, I doubt she’d even slightly be a good teacher for someone with as much attitude as you…” The Chairman shot Leaf a much lighter glare from behind the papers in front of him.

“Oh- I do not have that much attitude!” Leaf crossed her arms again, “I’m a little moody at times but that’s usually because I have a reason.”

“Yeah, sure…” The Chairman went on to talk about the other managers.

“I doubt Prester would like giving a ‘potential witch’ an apprenticeship. Also, he’s paranoid about witches and anyone that might look even slightly suspicious. I’m not going to stick you with him, he might try to set you on fire on Day 1!”

“Head Attorney is a possible choice but he practices the more complicated stuff you look like you can barely put the circle piece in the right hole.”

“Oh kindly fuck off, ya chair headed bastard! Now you’re just being mean,” Leaf flipped The Chairman the bird who gave Leaf a disgusted glare in return, “I’m smarter than I look, Roger or whatever your stupid name is!”

“It’s Robert. And it’s not as stupid as having Leaf be your name,” Before Leaf could shoot anything back, Robert continued on, putting the papers back together, “Count Erclaim! He’s barely around and can barely keep his job. I’m not placing you with him. No way. Too much opportunity for defiance and trouble from you.”

“The Litigation Team does not need a 5th member. They’re perfectly fine without one. In fact, making you an apprentice for them would just be punishment for all 4 of them that none of them have done anything to deserve.”

Leaf couldn’t stop the scowl on her face from worsening. She was not a damn punishment for being a little rowdy, Jesus Christ! Leaf understood Robert disliking her for throwing herself out the window and being a little bit of a handful so far but he was just being a jerk to Leaf and had been ever since she woke up here!

“That leaves only Mouthpiece left over…” Robert put the papers down and folded his hands as he stared down at Leaf.

“She’d do nicely actually…now that I think about it,” Robert said after a long pause, “I think she’d be able to wrangle and tame that attitude of yours into something manageable and I believe you’d like her too. Belle is a pretty nice Cog when you don’t annoy her past her limit. I’ll call her up, explain the situation and have you taken to Mezzo Melodyland tomorrow morning, got it? I’ll even have her sew you your own outfit. Finally, before you ask, the Employee Resting Quarters is on the 3rd floor. The security goon outside of this room will escort you there.”

“Uhm, are we just going to forget my ankle still hurts like a damn bastard?” Leaf hissed, slightly rubbing the bruise from her broken ankle.

“Shouldn’t’ve jumped out the window to try avoiding conversation. Regardless, try to sleep well, Adjudicator.” Hearing Robert call her Adjudicator sent a chill down Leaf’s spine as she wondered, ‘Is that what everyone in this new world is going to call me? Is it wrong of me to think it’s weird and want other people to just call me by my actual name? Will I be given up for experiments or something if I start introducing myself to others besides Cogs by my real name instead of Adjudicator?’

“You are dismissed, Adjudicator,” As Robert said this, a small, two legged robot entered the room. They reminded Leaf of those derpy, robot, dog things she’d sometimes see online in her world.

“Come along, kid,” The goon said.

Leaf struggled to stand up and not cause herself more pain as she followed the goon out of the room.

(Thanks again to @noirdenwa for giving me permission to give Noirtoon a cameo in my story. He was a blast to write scenes for! Go follow them! They’re a super cool person and they make super great art!)

#toontown #ttcc #toontowncorporateclash #toontown corporate clash #toontown corporate clash oc #toontowncoporateclashoc #ttccoc

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yourbestpalpercy · 7 days

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Find it kinda funny that in Hush, Mother Finiona barely appears for even a minute and yet I’ve made a large amount of lore for her.

Also, I barely mention this but Mother Finiona was a character I made up on the spot for my oc to mention in a Splatoon Roleplay and I was so proud of that pun that it ended up being the catalyst for me getting into Splatoon in the first place and even making a whole roster of my own characters (important and mentions at best) for the characters of Splatoon to interact with (August, Operator, Everest, Papa Clawlin (who doesn’t even show up in Hush but has a longer description than May and April who actually do things lmao), Mr. Selach, Mrs. Uid ect.).

Anyways, about that lore for Mother Finiona, she’s a total nerd about machines and was originally the one who reset Tartar in Operator’s story before I changed it. She’s also great with machinery in general, I fully believe that seahorse could build an entire mech in 5 days. I also think that she’s ⬜️⬜️ ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️ ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️ ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️ ⬜️, ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️, ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️, ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️ ⬜️ and so on!

What? Didja think I would just reveal that huge piece of lore like that? No, not this time which is shocking because I normally overshare everything about character lore.

#splatoon #splatoon oc #oc writing #oc trivia

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yourbestpalpercy · 8 days

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So basically, instead of working on actual school work today or the second story in the Fallen Leaf Au…

I suddenly remembered my old FNAF Fangame idea I made when I was 11 and started working on a document about it instead of working on the two things I needed work done on.

#adhd #why am I like this??#aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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yourbestpalpercy · 11 days

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August looked back at the quiet metro before they stared back at their book. “Calm your thoughts, August…” They whispered under their breath. How long until Tartar noticed it was missing? They could only guess it was rather important to him and his plans. Exactly why they needed to keep it away from him…

Inkopolis looked so creepy late at night. Advertisements echoed in the distance, filling the empty streets with color. It looked like there was just a terrible rainstorm. August’s frill lifted and spread out, showing off the ink inside of it. They felt…felt so comfortable with the moistness and humidity of the air. Then…creeping thoughts of anxiety filled their mind…the quiet streets suddenly filled with nightmares and monsters that wanted to hurt them, craved to spill their blood.

With every turn they took to try to get home, they felt they were going to bump into Tartar. Shell…they were so scared of seeing him again. Or, worse, seeing what he did to their friends! August couldn’t imagine it…seeing their friends hypnotized and…and under his control…?

August curled their arms around themself and sniffled, shuddering from the cold. “I…I need to get home…” August looked back at the large book. Maybe…maybe instead, they could find somewhere safe to read this…? Alright…alright…let’s do that…

So August did, they searched until she found an old building to duck into. Who knew who much they could learn from this book…

“This book was made as a catalog for the years past humanity’s time-!” August’s voice caught in their throat. “W-Wow…th-..this book is…will I even still be able to read it..?” August asked, now flipping through the pages carefully. “...I’ll start with the good pages and then read the worser pages,” August thought aloud before they started reading the book.

“Day 2…I’ve started programming it, adding simple things for now like past events and history, a little bit of science here and there to teach it a few more things. I received a small email from someone, it just said ‘Hi’. Still no idea who sent it but for now, whoever sent it doesn’t seem malicious. I’ve written the conversation below,” August traced their finger down the page, reading the conversation.

“Hi.”

“Hello.”

“Hi.”

“Hello?”

“B.”

“B?”

“Hi.”

August only tilted their head, ‘Is…this about before Tartar went nuts…? Must be. Hmp…I could never imagine Tartar as this. He seems like the person that was just created crazy.’ August grumbled in their head before reading the rest, ‘Maybe though…it’s been 12,000 years since humanity. I would go crazy t- NO! Don’t think of that! Tartar is a crazy AI who’s blended people!! So- so- so many people!’ “…It went all like this for a long time. Looking back, it was a little humorous but it did still waste time I could’ve spent working on the AI,” August muttered under their breath before turning the page to the next good note.

The next good note was Day 23. There was very little writing with a large recording taped to the inside of the page, one of many recordings from what August could see.

“Day 23, the AI has taken an interest in an old telephone I brought in to repair. It’s interesting. It’s expressed liking the horn on it and its shape. Another strange thing, I’ve learned it can speak. It was shocking at first.” August’s hand hovered over the recording before they detached it carefully from the page and pressed play, bringing it up to their ear.

“Did you just speak?” An unfamiliar voice asked. Immediately, August knew it had to be a human voice. It sounded weirdly friendly and almost too similar to Tartar’s voice. ‘Must’ve used this guy’s voice as a reference…’ August kept listening.

“Zhould I…havvv warned grrou first?? Piiicked…up.” And that had to be Tartar’s voice. It was so cold and lifeless. It was so slow and rather quiet too like the robot was struggling to talk coherently.

“You should’ve told me first before scaring me.”

“Zcared.”

August heard a sigh come through the recorder. The human must’ve been a little frustrated.

“Alright. I un-.”

“Zlipped…”

“I under-” August cracked a small smile, finding the human being interrupted rather funny. As strange as it was for August to admit that Tartar was making them giggle.

“I wazzn’t zzure…”

“AI, I understand. Everyone gets scared. …Even an AI strangely…”

“No…hate…??”

“None. I suppose it makes conversations with you easier.” Aww…that…almost sounded a little sweet. Tartar sounded so reliant on someone liking him. To have someone cared for him in some way. It brought a small frown to August’s face.

…There was a long pause in the recording, making August believe the recording was over for a moment. Tartar’s voice suddenly crackled through again.

“Haazzz name?”

“Pardon?”

“Profezzor…that’zz…what IIII..call…you…” …Oh. This was that Professor Kunshur that this book originally belonged to. He sounded…sweet. Despite August’s fear of humans, they couldn’t help but admit that they felt sad for the…extremely late professor.

“Are you asking for my name? I could’ve swore I already imputed that when I started programming you. Uhm…I go by Den. Denewiah Kunshur.”

“Do..I have…a name…? (SLANG_NOT_FOUND)?” Hm! So Tartar used slang back then too…

“I just call you AI. Do you want a name?”

“Pleazzze…”

“...Hm…”

“What about Tartar? Like the sauce.” August couldn’t hide how hard they cringed at the sound of that name or how they cringed even harder at the reasoning.

“Anyy…name-...givvven to me…by youuu-uu-u-..izzz great name…”

There was a sudden shuffle from behind August, causing them to lift their head over to look at the source. It…was just a can that had been…thrown? As August bent down to investigate the can, the sound of running came from behind them.

Before August could react, a sharp pain exploded on the back of their head. The attack was heavy enough to cause August to collapse.

The last thing they saw was a golf club drop to the side of the figure…

#oc writing #splatoon oc #splatoon #commander tartar #splatoon tartar

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yourbestpalpercy · 11 days

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Robert (The Chairman): What the hell is that? *Pointing at his employees holding Leaf*

Swindler: It’s a baby we found in the trash!

Robert: W-Well put it back!

Jennifer: We’re not just gonna put it back!

Robert: Well give it to the Lawbots- get it outta here, *it’s bad for business.*

#toontowncoporateclashoc #toontown corporate clash oc

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yourbestpalpercy · 12 days

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(Fallen Leaf AU: Leaf wakes up in the C.O.G.S HQ building instead of ToonTown Central)

Today was a slog…

The literal definition of a slog…

Words couldn’t describe how slow Robert’s day had been so far.

The Chairman’s office was maddingly quiet as the clock behind him ticked. Each second felt longer than the last and eventually, he started to strive to hear that soft *tick* as the red hand moved around the clock. Robert wished that time would just move faster or that SOMETHING interesting would happen already. Something like a surprise meeting he hadn’t remembered he booked or something. At this point, Robert wouldn’t even mind a Toon coming into the room to mess with him or make his work harder. He just wanted something to happen already!

As Robert stared at the paperwork before him, unable to focus on the words on them, there was a tiny knock on the door. Robert flinched and his head shot up before he brushed all the pages together and cleaned his desk up the best he could. He couldn’t let any of his employees see his desk and area as a mess, no matter how much he could feel some of them wanted to see that, to see him unorganized for even a second.

“Come in,” Robert folded his hands and stared down at the door from his place, high up.

The door swung open slowly and there stood his secretary, Jennifer, and a random Swindler. They both held onto something (someone? It didn’t look very important so it would be best to just call it a thing) that looked to be either knocked out or just exhausted.

As they both dragged the thing into the room, Robert could see its strange appearance a little better. It looked like a Cog (long limbs, pale skin not wasn’t any particular color, ect.) and yet, it clearly wasn't robotic like Cogs were. The only thing that stood out to Robert was the stripes of pale green hair here and there. Were they dealing with another ToonCog? They were pretty rare but Robert had dealt with enough of them to know he had quite the dislike for them.

Robert raised a brow before he decided to get up from his seat. He swung himself onto the large ladder connected to his tall seat and hosted himself down onto the ground. Jennifer and the Swindler patiently waited for Robert to walk over.

Up close, Robert could see just how strange this new figure was. It was breathing softly and looked squishy. ‘I supposed I asked for something interesting to happen. Didn’t want the possibility of dealing with an annoying ToonCog though…’ Robert thought as he lightly pressed his finger into the being’s cheek.

“You can drop it now,” Robert waved dismissively and watched as the Swindler let the strange creature go without a care about it meanwhile Jennifer took a little more time to flip the thing onto its back and then gently lay it down on the ground. The Swindler scoffed and Jennifer only rolled her eyes at the Swindler’s reaction.

“So, what the hell even is this thing?” Robert demanded answers now. If they were dealing with a ToonCog, he was going to find the thing’s Cog half and have them fired.

“We uh,” the Swidler tapped all of his fingers together, “…had hoped you knew,” Admitted the Swindler. He had always had a frown on his face for so long that it would look unnatural in Robert’s opinion if he ever smiled.

“Yeaah, he can’t be a ToonCog, he has nothing about him that would suggest any part of him is a Cog. He’s too…” Jennifer poked the bizarre character in the stomach with her foot, “Fleshy, if you get me.”

“I get you…” Robert defeatedly agreed before sighing, pinching the cushion between his eyes, “So then, what in the world are we going to do with it? It can’t stay here. It’s bad for business. …And it could also be dangerous. You never know with…aliens?” Robert pointed a hand at the thing, not even sure that alien was the correct term for this thing.

There was a grumble from the thing as it started to open its eyes, “M-...Maybe,” The thing took a moment to hold its head and say, “ough…my head…really hurts,” before continuing what it wanted to say, “the ‘thing’ in q-..question should have a say…i-in what happens to her!” It grunted and glared at everyone in the room. The creature’s voice was weak and grumbly. It sounded cracked too like someone breaking porcelain.

The sudden awakening of the creature got everyone in the room, minus the Swindler, to flinch or react in some way.

The strange thing’s eyes were faded and had lost a good amount of color, most likely thanks to whatever in the world happened to them. The thing’s eyes looked like they were supposed to be blue or some shade in between green and blue. Still looked unimpressively unremarkable though.

Robert squinted disapprovingly at the being before him. How it moved was uncannily similar to a Toon, only strengthening his theory that they were now dealing with a ToonCog.

“Where did you even find it?” Robert now asked, still glaring at the creature as it creakily sat up and leaned over its knees, still exhausted.

“In the breakroom actually. I was just eating and talking to Mary about the new hire who wanted to work for the Sellbots and how childish he honestly was when I noticed Mary was staring at something. I looked over and this little boy here is just…lying on the ground, completely knocked out!” Jennifer patted the figure on the head, getting a soft ‘For my own comfort, please call me a girl’ from the thing.

“Then I entered and stepped on its stomach because it was right in the middle of the darn walkway,” The Swindler complained with judgment in his voice. “You’re very heavy…” responded the thing to the Swindler. The Swindler glared at the entity.

“I tried to get her to wake up but she literally wasn’t moving so me and this Swindler here decided to come to you to see if you could help!” Jennifer finished and received a ‘thank you’ from the child.

“Well, I can’t,” Robert still glared at the child before him before deciding he minus well get something cleared up, “What are you?” Robert would’ve crouched down if he wasn’t already the same size as this thing when it sat down.

“...huh…?” The thing looked over at him, slowly turning itself around. It was starting to wake up more and rub the aches out of its body.

“What. Are. You? Are you a ToonCog?? You certainly look like one and I’ll have you know, I hate ToonCogs so you best have a good excuse!” Robert poked its forehead roughly, making sure his words sank in.

“Wh-What in the blazes is a ToonCog? What’s a Toon for that matter? O-Or a Cog!?” The child grabbed his hand and pushed it away from its head. “I’m not a ToonCog…I’m a human!” (‘A human? Where have I heard of those from? Ain’t they rarer than ToonCogs?’ Robert’s thoughts echoed) The human put its arms out, “And I…” The human started to look around. Their expression softened into worry, “have…no idea where I am…” they brought their arms near their chest, making them look like a T-Rex. “Where am I?” They asked, their eyes slightly darting around.

“You’re in C.O.G.S Inc, you’re lucky to have landed here instead of out there around the Toons, there’s not a twinge of normalcy with them. They’re nuts. Dangerous! Uncontrollable at times,” Jennifer shuddered. Robert rolled his eyes. ‘Wait, I know now, Brian was talking about them. He mentioned them being exceptionally rare to see in this world. Thought it was just one of his weird rambles but I suppose not! Maybe…’

“You’re in ToonTown to be more exact. I have to agree with Jennifer here that you’re lucky. The Toons are rather dangerous. In fact, we should probably find a way to keep you safe,” Robert managed to get the human standing up as pulled in front of his desk. They were clearly nervous still and tried to push back.

Robert climbed back up high into his chair and folded his hands as he looked down at the human, “So how about this. I’ll get you a job here at C.O.G.S Inc, you’ll choose your department, we’ll get you caught up to speed in the department and my employees will work to keep you safe in this dangerous little world, hm? Whadoya say?” Robert stretched his hand out and leaned over his desk with a smile.

“Uh, I’m scared and only 15??” The human shrugged, “And also haven’t even given you my name???”

Robert’s face dropped as he sighed and rubbed his temples. “You seem like a tough negotiator…”

“I mean- put yourself in my shoes! I just woke up with no memories of how I got here,” The human started to parade in a circle, “without any idea of my actual name, surrounded by, what-, a robot with large lips, another robot who stood on my stomach because I had the audacity to spawn, against my will by the way, in the walkway, and a dude with a couch for a head who treats me terribly only to flip onto his head immediately once he finds out I’m human and offers me a job!” The human threw her arms into the air. “I barely understand what’s going on- no, I don’t want a job! I want to know how to get myself back home!” The human was rather animated, Robert watched her arms shoot back down and then her arms cross and uncross as she said ‘no’ and then pointed at herself when referring to herself getting back home before her arms finally came to a stop, going slack downwards as she looked at Robert with a defeated look in her eyes.

The room went quiet after that, quiet enough to hear the human begin to whimper, starting to cry out of fear for her situation. The human’s hands shakily went to her eyes before she started to cry into them. This reminded Robert almost immediately of that weird janitor he had employed for the Sellbots HQ. At least this thing didn’t have weird tears with even weirder fumes that gave the janitor here weird visions of octopi and telephones and took a week to get out of his carpet.

Finally, someone spoke up, breaking the silence and snapping everyone out of their quiet trance. Jennifer didn’t even seem to mind much that this human just insulted her and only asked, “Well uh…what is your name?”

“I don’t know! I just said that- come on!! The only names that form in my head a-are just words! I hear Dust mite, I hear Soda, I hear Spark- but those aren’t names! There’s one that sounds closer to being my real name but..I-I’m still not sure…” The human wiped another tear, now staring at her hands and the ground.

“Well, what is it?” Robert raised a brow.

“…Leaf…”

“Oh! We can start calling you Leaf if it’s the name you’re most comfortable with,” Jennifer smiled, clasping her hands together.

“...” Leaf looked back at Jennifer before holding her head. “I-I need to think about this all. I-I need a quiet room a-and I just…need to think about this in its entirety…” Leaf curled her arms around her shoulders with a sigh.

“Jennifer, Swindler, you’re dismissed. Go back and enjoy the rest of your break,” Robert waved his hand towards them and watched them as they closed the door behind them with Jennifier only leaving after giving Leaf a few pats on her head.

Leaf sighed and walked over to the corner. She curled up afterwards and let her mind wander.

Robert didn’t feel the most sorry for Leaf. She had been quite the disappointing human so far. Instead of this valuable asset to the company, she was a scared wreck in the corner of his office! All this full-of-promise human had done so far was panic and cry. Understandable but Robert was expecting someone a little more promising.

When Robert looked back at Leaf, she was looking at him with a cold stare. “I hope you know I don’t care how disappointing I might be. I say cry about it, I’m panicked and I’d say that’s perfectly normal for someone who just magically appeared in a whole new world,” Leaf curled up more, shooting an annoyed glare at the ground.

“Brian didn’t mention humans could read minds.”

“I can’t read minds. Your inner monologue is just very loud.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I can feel your hatred for me radiating off of you from here,” Leaf pointed at her spot on the ground.

“Well, if you want a bigger idea of my feelings, I hadn’t expected a human to be so…sad. Brian always said that the humans he interacted with were full of excitement and had something to them. You? You look like you’re wilting.”

“Well I’m sorry I’m disappointing,” Leaf rolled her eyes, “not…” Leaf whispered under her breath.

“...Whatever, I’m obviously not going home for quite a while, I minus well start getting cozy,” Leaf stood up and approached the front of the desk, “What departments are there?”

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