#jse robbie

[wendiiingo]

You guys Robbie did not wanna play dress up :/

[flower-zombie-rob]

Me when I drop this and disappear again because I’m a cosplayer now…

[mothgodofchaos]

He's going to steal your bones.

The Gaunt:

The Gaunt is a self-made abomination, walking around searching for his next meal. As he has deteriorated over time, his hunger only grows. Each victim he seeks out has a body part he needs, stalking them and using his elongated limbs for sudden short sprints. Once a victim has been caught, they are bitten, intoxicated with a paralyzing compound found in The Gaunt's saliva. After the desired part is removed, while the victim is still alive, the rest of their body is consumed in an attempt to satiate his hunger. The hunger never ceases, but is soothed enough for him to repair his body before going out on the hunt again. As long as you have bones and flesh, you are not safe. The Writer hopes that you do not taste good.

[kalcifers-blog]

IRIS FILES - ROBBIE THE ZOMBIE

CW - Physical/Mental Deterioration, Derealization, Rotting Alive, Zombification, Bugs/Insects, Medical Horror

Word Count: 994

Character Count: 4,271

CLASSIFICATION: ALTR 181502

ALTR AGE: 24 YRS OLD

ALTR HEIGHT: 5 “5

ALTR SEX: X

ALTR STATUS: UNSTABLE

ALTR INFO: 18152 contracted an unknown illness after an encounter with ALTR 114209. He was advised to keep track of his symptoms in the form of a journal; IRIS Researchers have secured the journal to track 18152's both physical and mental development.

08/09/2016

“Not been great lately, I've had cold or flu symptoms for the past two weeks, really has been messing with my focus, not great for when I'm trying to study or play as well as I usually can but I've been pushing through it!

I'm still a bit shaken up from that creepy ass guy from last month- it messed with me. I'm glad IRIS is here to help out with my case tho, hopefully they catch the freak. I keep getting all fidgety and anxious whenever I'm out in public. I mean I guess that's normal after something like that but still, doesn't make it easier. I would hang out with friends to make me feel safer but I don't wanna get them sick, hopefully this'll pass

-R”

15/09/2016

“God my head will not stop pounding, I got my headache about 2 days ago, it started off only occasionally but god it just keeps flaring up and more often. My flu hasn't gotten any better. It makes it hard to do anything, I keep getting by, slowly but surely.

-R”

22/09/2016

“Been bed ridden this week- I thought rest would probably help but, every time I sleep I keep dreaming of that guy- I don't remember it fully and it's probably just some weird trauma thing but he keeps.. I don't really know how to describe it? He keeps warping. I don't know its probably just some dream shit”

29/09/2016

“haven't been able to eat properly.. keep feeling this itch on my neck, its not bad just annoying mostly. My phone hurts my eyes. Keep dreaming of creeper.im sure he didn't actually look like that. Sorry for the bad handwriting, I'm so tired nd my hands hurt. Might try sleeping again”

30/09/2016

“woke up and puked, pretty badly too- dreaming of that guy hurts my head”

05/10/2016

“Really should call a doctor I think. I did call IRIS, I'm sure I did, they said they'd send someone over. No one came- my body hurts, everywhere it's just this dull ache. I might try

and shower or something. I don't know what to do at this point- no ones coming I've waited and waited and no one showed. The itching got worse, I don't know what's wrong with me I just need someone to come help”

“Why is no one answering my calls???”

12/10/2016

“Tried to shower, clumps of my hair just- came out. I just cried something is wrong with me I called IRIS again I told them it was urgent and I need help. The creeper answered me. It couldn't have been real- but it made me throw my phone accidentally. It broke and I can't get it to work again. I can't keep going on like this. The itching keeps spreading too- it now feels like things are crawling in my organs. I can't scratch there”

“Threw up again, mostly blood- it was clumpy, I think it was bits of my throat. It hurts my throat to breathe let alone talk”

16/10/2016

“The man in my room can't be here- I didn't let anyone in, he shouldn't be here”

23/10/2016

“I found out why I feel like there things crawling in me. I threw up a dead bug. The itching keeps going. I think I need to leave”

“I left my apartment. The air stung and I felt everyone's eyes on me. I don't care i just need help”

“IRIS won't let me in. Or near anyone.”

30/10/2016

“They're keeping me here. They keep giving me things. They poked IVs in me- the skin just teared away. It hurt so much, it feels good to actually be given medication. It's not kicked in yet but I think it should soon. The nurse gave me a funny look when I described my creep to him. I don't know, I just wanna sleep”

IRIS Supplemental:

ALTR 181502, previously known as Robert “Robbie” James, was announced as clinically dead to the public on 05/11/2016. Within the IRIS Foundation however it should be known that ALTR 181502, while maintaining a “corpse-like” appearance, is very much alive. IRIS researchers and medics have been working on a plausible theory on the rapid and alarming decline in ATLR 181502’s health after an apparent encounter with ALTR 114209. This variation of effects with 114209 seems to be an outlier. But until a working theory has been confirmed, the containment is highly necessary for both ALTR 181502 and for the wider public. Some IRIS staff have left due to unknown illnesses after contact with ALTR 181502. Their symptoms are yet to be examined but they are all in highly secure quarantine zones until they are confirmed to not be carrying a “Zombie Virus” as the research staff seem to be calling it.

As for ALTR 181502- exact details of his initial encounter with ALTR 114209 are documented in his original report to IRIS. His condition remains unpleasant. And it seems the best we can hope for is to keep him in containment until we understand what's going on.

The journal, as well as the remainder of ALTR 181502's belongings have been quarantined or burned. We managed to digitise his IRIS issued journal for the research sake. In said journal we believe the figure he describes is ALTR 114209- as it is within it's behaviour to torment it's victims while they are in mental distress.

It was discovered, by one such medic, after attempting an autopsy on ALTR 181502, that he is very much no longer human. If the hive of moth larvae that has eaten away at all of his organs have anything to say about it at least. How he still is living, albeit not pleasantly, is about as good a guess as yours as it is mine.

End Supplemental.

[pencilpat]

Are you ever so British that when a zombie comes to your door, you offer him tea? JJ is unmatched.

[candymoth-art]

[oh-itskitkat]

At least it's not toilet paper this year..

(Day 29 of @tracobuttons Egotober)

(Please do not steal/repost)

[spooky-draws-stuff]

@kalebsocs

[whoriangay]

Robbie!!

[thequietdoll]

Septictober day 8 Disoriented

I think anyone would be confused if they saw a headless lump a few inches away from you first thing in the morning

[wendiiingo]

@huffle-dork @alphaqwerty7 @d-structive

More Sketchmas!! <3333 genuinely loved all these requests hehe

[flower-zombie-rob]

Ego redesigns I may or may not stick with!

[greydoesthearts]

Robbie doodle (worse photo editing than usual sorry, I hope it’s legible hah)

He actually does bite hard but he told Henrik to write that (Henrik’s been bitten but the others don’t know—Robbie’s not transferable anyway).

[mothgodofchaos]

Rot

This turned out a bit longer than the goal. Whoops.

Giant!Robbie x GN!Reader, ft. Eric x Drowned Man (Orion), Henrik, TW: fake blood, stitches, minor medical treatment (ointment and bandage) Words: 1168

You agreed to go to a haunted house with your friends, despite the fact that you hate being scared. But it’s raising money for the local school, and you were bribed with hot chocolate and raiding the local drug store of all its candy afterwards. It’s hard not to be jumpy when the soundtrack they have playing over the speakers keeps adding in random screams, thunder, and whispers into the already creepy ambiance. 

“Uh, guys? I don’t like this…”

“Oh you’ll be fine! If all else fails, just close your eyes and run!”

“That sounds extremely unsafe in the dark haunted house filled with many dangerous looking objects.”

You look Orion in the eyes, not amused with his shenanigans already starting before the tour even starts. 

“Yeah… Orion… I don’t know if that’s a good idea…”

“It’s for a good cause, Eric! Be scared for charity!”

“I’m already scared for free! I have anxiety!”

It’s hard not to laugh at the two of them arguing, although glancing down you notice Eric is wearing his athletic prosthetics, so he probably plans on running anyways. How Orion managed to convince the two of you, who are easily startled, into a haunted house still doesn’t fully make sense. But you’re here now and it’s too late to back down. 

The three of you get to the front of the line, although it starts feeling like you’re third wheeling as your tickets are purchased and your hands are stamped.

“I’ll just hold your hand, Eric! I’ll be right here!”

“You gonna hold my hand too?”

“Nah, you’ll be fine.”

Eric looks like he’s going to disintegrate into a puddle of blush holding Orion’s hand, leaving you to pinch the bridge of your nose and mentally prepare yourself for all of the bullshittery that is going to happen within this attraction.

The two of them walk ahead of you, with Orion blocking him with his body from the horrors ahead. Scare actors seem to be focusing on them instead of you, much to your benefit and to Eric’s detriment. But one clown girl creeps up behind Eric and he picks up Orion and sprints, leaving you behind. 

“Wait- guys!”

You try to keep up with them, but you’re lost by yourself once you reach a graveyard. Fog fills the room, and you see something tall moving behind the fake trees in the space. Trying to keep your breathing steady, wringing your hands as you walk through, trying to anticipate the jump scare. Unfortunately because you’re focused on your surroundings, you don’t look at where you’re stepping. The wood under the dirt creaks and cracks, and you end up falling through the floor. Someone grabs your wrist, keeping you from getting any further than your one leg through. 

“Fuckin’ wood’s rotted… fuck…”

You’re lifted out by under your arms, and you realize that whoever caught you is rather strong considering he lifts you like you’re made of cardboard. He’s still muttering and swearing to himself as he dusts you off, putting a grave over it like a wet floor sign.

“You okay?”

After the shock wears off, you look up, far more than you thought you would. A zombie towers over you, purple hair caked to his forehead with fake blood.

“Um… yeah, I think so…”

“You look pale, although so do I. We can be pale buddies!”

He takes your hand, and you realize how Eric may have felt when Orion did the same. The two of you walk through the employee only areas, although he seems to intimidate even his coworkers. Maybe that’s why he was hired as a scare actor. 

“You come here with anyone else? Not to be rude, but you seem far too skittish to be coming here on your own.”

“I came with two of my friends, although a clown scared one of them and he took off sprinting with the other tucked under his arm like a football.”

“Those two dorks are yours? They popped into the mausoleum to calm down the scared one, I was just chilling behind a tree watching.”

“I think if you had any other job, that’d be a really concerning sentence to hear.”

He laughs, holding his chest as he pops the two of you through another door. It seems to be some sort of break room, although still decorated spookily. He gestures for you to take a seat somewhere, getting you a glass of some sort of green drink.

“Uhm, you didn’t have to do this.”

“Eh, I wanted to take my break anyways. And I kinda have to wait with you while my dad checks out your injury.”

A very eccentric looking mad scientist bursts through the door, looking at you before putting his goggles on the top of his head.

“Robbie! Finally found you. Vas looking everyvhere for you! Alright, I have zhe first aid right here.”

You roll up your pant leg, and luckily the scratches are minimal. You’re given a bit of ointment and a bandage for a bigger scratch, but otherwise good to go. The doctor disappears as soon as he appears, although with a bit less slamming.

“Don’t worry, he’s the doc over at the school. Only kind of a mad scientist.”

“Kind of…?”

“Well, yeah.”

He pulls the collar of his shirt away from his neck, revealing stitches. It then occurs to you how little makeup he’s wearing.

“You’re an actual zombie??”

“Robbie the zombie, at your service. Not to be confused with Rob Zombie.”

“Woah. That’s kind of cool.”

“Well, we still have a bit of time before your friends will probably finish up, assuming your sprinter doesn’t take the next clown as an invitation to practice for the Paralympics. Lay your questions on me.”

The two of you talk for a bit, getting him to laugh a few times at your questions. He’s rather chill, considering how intimidating he seemed to others. But he’s almost sweet with you. When he checks his phone again, he takes your hand and leads you through more backstage areas to get you to the end, surprising Eric and Orion.

“Dude! Where were you?”

“You ditched me when Eric took off. I can’t keep up with him!”

“Sorry…”

“Well, I did promise a raid of the drug store, and I have a feeling I owe more now for accidentally ditching.”

“Eh, it’s fine. Met a chill guy after I fell through the floor. Guys, this is Robbie.”

You gesture to the massive zombie behind you, who only waves. Orion seems rather excited, having a very similar aesthetic.

“Cool! You wanna join us, man?”

Robbie looks at you for a moment, grinning when you nod.

“Sure, I’ll meet you there. But I call having this cutie ride with me.”

He wraps an arm around your shoulders, looking rather smug. Orion just raises an eyebrow, before shrugging.

“Alright, I’ll send the address. Don’t spend too long smooching.”

“Orion!”

Well, at least your third wheeling turned into a double date.

[al13n-fr34k]

ROBBIE :D

[candymoth-art]

He’s such a cutie patootie I love him UwU. Don’t worry guys it’s strawberry jam :3