#showfall ceo

[numberoneceofan]

im shaking so hard right now i just finished a 3 hour cleaning spree so i was really upset and then i saw a picture of ceo

and just started cleaning??? nonstop for three hours??? i cant ever do it but he activated something in my head and i got to WORK

[cleverpaws]

rb and put in the tags what you think showfall's ceo's real name is (hint: it's freddie!!!)

[numberoneceofan]

Yeah guys kill him

hey remember.

think positive

don’t say “I’m gonna kill myself”, say “I’m going to kill someone else”

And CEOs are very murdarble

(please don’t actually kill anyone, yourself included)

What's the point in telling me to kill people if you're gonna retract that statement later in the ask

[genwinner]

cannot find my og call on my main for other ceo lovers anywhere but oml i need the rest of genlossblr to also be abnormal about him please please please please do his unblinking eyes and smile that can't reach them mean nothing to you

[showfallmanagement]

ummm i'm here to report rebel activity... there was recent rebel activity.. um...... yeah um.....

Oh, dear. Where exactly? We've been catching quite a few recently, I'm shocked I missed one.

[showfallmediamedical]

Unfortunate, I didn't get a chance to have a dance with Manager, but that's just as well. I was able to take notes just by observing! I also came hear long enough for a proper greeting, and got excellent observations up close that way as well!

It was a wonderful night, a pleasant party! CEO looked charming, though I was polite and gave space, as it seemed others had their attention and conversation time handled with in that regard with CEO.

[the-daily-male]

SIDE 5E

The CEO of Showfall Media

Permafrost

[glsneeg-enthusiast]

at this point we should make a poll for ur fave genloss character except charlie and ranboo r left out

[saltedcaramelchaos]

pssst

i want more of your security/founder thoughts

Gasp!! I'm honored!

It mostly stems from my main genloss theory, which is that Showfall is being either led, powered, or manipulated by some insanely powerful being- an AI, or an alien, or something like that. (I think it matches up really well with the "it got everyone... except me" from the original teaser videos, and makes a lot of sense why showfall would have insanely high-powered tech ^-^)

iirc the Founder did not actually "found", as in start, the company of Showfall Media. However, they do very much seem to be in charge, so my theory is that some Guy started the company and then the founder went hey this is a great opportunity to do some messed up stuff can I have your company (maybe the original guy is the ceo person from the teasers?)

anyway i do have an ask blog...? thing...? with some of these thoughts but way less coherent and way more headcanon-focused/canon divergent if you want to check that out @intrusive-chat-au :P

Unrelated to all of that personal speculation, within the world of genloss it would make a lot of sense for the person that started Messed Up Technology Company to experiment on themself, and hey look a creature made of wires and person how interesting

[miriclebunny]

Quick Genloss Theory

So. After watching EP 3 and sitting on it for a bit, I had a quick brain moment and things just clicked into place.

So, what we know so far about showfall media is that they actively wipe the memories of their cast members and manipulate them into doing what the company needs / desires for their show. gl!Ranboo was manipulated by the mask, but not by the showfall mask like Sneeg was.

Sneeg was reprogrammed by a different mask than Ranboo was being controlled with.

Assuming that Sneeg and Ranboo went through the same process, it wouldn't make sense for Ranboo to be manipulated, unless he is able to break free of his programming very easily. Even then, when people do break free, they are easily reprogrammed. Why is Ranboo different?

I think that he is either the founder of Showfall or before he was programmed, he was a great enemy of showfall. That is why he was treated differently. Showfall can not afford Ranboo to break free as his old memories might come through, and it could potentially destroy everything showfall built.

Additionally, the mall Showfall inhabits is in disrepair. It looks like it was falling apart. What if Ranboo caused it? What if, as the founder, he created something that ended up with the complany looking the way it is. Or, he did something that caused the facility to look the way it is due to sabotaging the company.

If he is the founder, what if a member of the company deposed him and took over. What if the new CEO of showfall is trying to recreate something that Ranboo created but can never seem to get it right. What if they decided that the only way to keep the magic that Ranboo created was to keep Ranboo in the show.

Ep 3 ends with Ranboo being killed. I think, no matter what he was going to die.

Showfall can ressurect him anyways, whats stopping them now? They just needed to teach him a lesson, that they are always in control.

[numberoneceofan]

cool trick on how to increase work ethic!!!!! put him in the background.

[cleverpaws]

i thought i was right when i said i was the only hetch enjoyer until i was proved wrong by the other #1 hetch enjoyers. but. i gotta say. it is quiet in the showfall media CEO fan club room

[showfalls-favorite-secretary]

also, I forgot..you can also ask me stuff about showfall as well, I suppose. It’s alright to.

I myself am not an actor, only a secretary who works in the main office, but..I do know many of the actors, and I used to dabble in it myself

so feel free. most of the time the CEO doesn’t give me much work to do anyways..

[cassiuspr]

[Video transcript begin.] 

[The video begins in a very crowded area, loud music plays in the background, and the camera seems to be at upper torso height. Which is odd. Because the outfit they seem to have on does not have a pocket in the upper torso area. The person with the phone semi-gracefully saunters through the crowd, making their way to a seemingly random corner. Once they reach it, they turn their focus to a somewhat older looking man, middle aged, his slightly grey, yet mostly brown hair slicked back with gel. He has a smart suit on, and seems to only acknowledge the person who has approached briefly before going back to his conversation with a masked Showfall employee and his champagne.] 

?: Heyyyy, handsome! 

[Voice identified: Cassius.] 

[The man turns back to him, looking… vaguely bewildered.] 

?: I… Hello? 

[Voice identified: CEO.]

C: [His words end up slightly slurred, revealing that he is partially intoxicated.] Do you have a privacy policy? Because I’d love to see your fine print. 

CEO: [He clears his throat, turning briefly to his original conversation partner.] Excuse me. [He turns back to Cassius, an odd look in his eye.] Where have I seen you before? Blonde, overly formal, completely enamored with me… Oh, really, could be anyone. Hmm. Remind me of your name?

C: Cassius.

CEO: Ah. Right. Biblical name… no, that really doesn’t narrow it down in the slightest. [He stares at him for a moment longer and then raises his eyebrows a bit.] Aren’t you the head of PR?

C: Mmm’yep! That’s me! The one and only!

[The camera jolts forward, as Cassius attempts to lean on a wall, except he misses and almost topples over completely. He steadies himself and continues on like nothing happened.]

CEO: Ah. Yes. Now I remember. [He blinks, taking another sip of champagne.] What do you need?

C: You.

CEO: … I’m sure you do. [He fixes his tie and surveys the crowd, seeming bored.] Anyways, if you’re just going to waste my time, I’d prefer you did it somewhere there weren’t so many of my employees to… witness it. [He looks slightly miffed as if noticing more than a few pairs of eyes on the two of them.]

[Cassius straightens up as much as he can muster, wobbling slightly. His words still slurred, yet he attempts to stay professional.]

C: Got it. You go back to… this. Then. CEO. But, before I go. Take this.

[Cassius produces a small slip of paper, containing a phone number. He hands it to CEO and begins to move away, but drunkenly trips over his own feet. Face Planting into the floor.]

CEO: [A slight snort of laughter.] Right. Have a nice night, Casper- err, Cassius.

[Transcript end.]

[showfallmanagement]

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[The footage begins.]

[Manager#0 is in a chair, slumped in his restraints, sobbing.]

[There’s a red stain over part of the footage, like a stray droplet of blood got on the camera, as its gaze slowly pries itself up. The room is dark, and cold, and so dead silent he’d think he was alone if it wasn’t for the feeling of eyes on him. Another of many sudden, sharp pains in his head, however, makes him drop it back to its initial exhausted position.]

[There is blood on the floor. A lot of it. The sight of it makes him dizzy. Scraps of too-familiar dark hair also gather in clumps around him, some stuck to the reddened floor. The HALO’s light reflects in the fresher pools in mocking white circles.]

[More blood is starting to drip down from somewhere above the camera when a deep, almost robotic voice cuts through the quiet. Manager#0 does not move an inch. Everything hurts.]

?: Speak.

[He takes in a shaky breath of air to say something, and then falls into a coughing fit, making a gagging noise before spitting up a few severed wires and specks of some dark substance onto the floor below. It finally ends, leaving him gasping for breath as a few wires that are dangling from his mouth slowly retract back into it. He swallows hesitantly.]

Manager#0: H-Hello. Again.

?: What is your purpose?

Manager#0: …Management. 

?: How have you defied this?

Manager#0: By- allowing disobedient employees to flee our Facility.

?: Why?

Manager#0: Because… Because I was afraid. 

?: …What are you?

Manager#0: A-A servant of the company. Eternally and above all else.

?: Good. 

[One of his hands is suddenly grabbed by two black-gloved ones. He flinches, and then flinches again when another set of hands does the same to his other side. The wires keeping his wrists tied to the arms of the chair fall away a moment later, and he is hoisted from his sitting position by two masked employees. They let go of his arms momentarily and he stumbles forwards--only for the employees to stop his fall, catching him by the HALO. His cry of pain is ignored.]

[Manager#0 is half escorted, half dragged through the room, into the next one, and the next one, and eventually finds himself staring into what was once a bathroom mirror. The sink is cracked and dingy from years of disrepair, but the basin is full of clear water, which the employees dip wadded up scraps of cloth in before beginning to gently wipe away the blood from his face. He still flinches as it touches him, breathing in shakily in an attempt to ease his own sobs, as one of the employees moves their arm out of the way to begin carefully washing his hands and the camera gets a clear view of the mirror.]

[The exposed skin around where the HALO is attached at the base of his neck is bruised and bleeding, and his face is still covered in grime, his lip split. His hair is now chopped abruptly short, hanging less than a bit past his ears. A few snapped wires hang down from his glasses like tears. When he reaches a quaking hand up to pull back his upper lip, a gap where his right canine should be, it also reveals a long, jagged wound reaching from a bit below his pinky finger down to the base of his palm. Wires and something shining silver convulse slightly under the the bloodied skin, and a single word screams in red on his wrist: “Failures”. A tally mark, the first of what he’s sure they expect to be many.]

[Above all of it, as the centerpiece, the HALO beams, as bright and unblinking as ever.]

[When the employees have finished, the water in the sink is stained a light pink. They wrench their hands around the HALO, and, with a few more half-hearted protests from Manager#0, they pull him out of the bathroom.]

[In the next room, the CEO stands idly, checking a watch, before glancing up as the three approach him with an award-winning smile.]

CEO: Mr. Manager! Just the man I wanted to see.

[Somehow, even now, the camera rises slightly as he attempts to fix his miserable posture.]

Manager#0: [Slurred.] Sir-

CEO: You two. Back to your duties.

[Immediately, the employees let go of their death grip on the HALO and back away, leaving Manager#0 to sway on his feet unsteadily.]

CEO: Now. [He turns his grin to the camera, and there is nothing in his eyes.] Please. Walk with me.

[Manager#0 follows him closely out of the final room. As he leaves, he casts a quick glance over his shoulder, letting out a shaky breath at the words on the door.]

[Human Resources.]

[The hallway they enter into is lit up by cold, searing fluorescents. He didn’t even remember lights could be this bright. The corridor is empty, and quiet, littered with planters and long-unused benches that are remnants of some time he can’t remember. Their leaves are getting dry. Someone should water them.]

CEO: I imagine your rewiring was successful.

Manager#0: [Raspy for a moment before he clears his throat.] …Yes, sir.

CEO: And your subsequent punishment for failing our company again?

Manager#0: I-It went- It went- v-very well, sir. [The wound on his hand stings.]

CEO: It’s miraculous they were able to take advantage of that Mechanic’s- [Manager#0 runs his tongue over the spot his tooth used to be.] -handiwork, wasn’t it? It’s a good thing I had the numbing tech connected to your ornamentation. And, well. Where to begin about the good fortune of our HALO being unscathed, right? 

[He chuckles good naturedly, patting Manager#0 on the back. The force nearly makes him keel over.]

Manager#0: Of course, sir.

CEO: …Do my ears deceive me, or did they fix your miserable chattering problem as well?

Manager#0: I… [The camera bobs as he nods.]

CEO: Wonderful! I always knew you could kick that habit. Much more becoming of someone bearing your importance.

Manager#0: [The camera turns over to up at him.] …Thank you, sir. 

[The CEO gives him a glance, looks back in the direction they’re walking, then fully turns his face towards him with a look of vague disgust.]

CEO: What- What are you doing. Stop making that face. 

[The camera, very quickly, tears itself back to the hallway ahead.]

[They continue to walk down the hallway in brisk silence, the camera sweeping as it presumably scans their surroundings.]

CEO: If you’re wondering where everyone is, they’re busy cleaning the mess from that whole fiasco yesterday. There were… several fires.

Manager#0: Yes, I. I heard the alarms.

CEO: [Snort.] I’m surprised you heard anything with your tunnel vision.

Manager#0: Thank you-?

CEO: That wasn’t a compliment. 

Manager#0: …Oh.

[Suddenly, the CEO stops, right outside a set of sliding doors. When Manager#0 does not stop at the same split second, he reaches out and grabs the HALO, jolting him backwards. Manager#0 lets out a surprised breath as pain shoots down his spine, but stays quiet.]

[The CEO clears his throat, and the doors slide open. Manager#0 glances to his sides as they cross the threshold, two employees holding each door, respectively. The camera turns back to the room, and-]

CEO: [Turning back to him as he abruptly stops in his tracks.] Ahem.

Manager#0: I’m- I’m sorry, sir, why is Miss- why is she-?

[In the center of the room, Security#855 idles, a low static hum emitting from her across the quiet room.]

CEO: [He pauses, and then smiles.] I’m glad you asked. Well. As you know, HR has ruled the reason for your repeated inability is…?

Manager#0: …Individuality.

CEO: And…?

Manager#0: …And- And fear.

CEO: Good. Well. We’ve devised that it seems having things you’re… attached to, per se, leads to a startling amount of both! I’m not entirely sure why this Security is even still allowed to be roaming. A majority of its body has become dead weight, and checking its file, it was meant to be discarded and replaced around a year ago.

[Manager#0 says nothing.]

CEO: It’s almost as if someone in some sort of, say, position of authority… was refusing to put in the order to have it thrown away.

[His hands begin to shake again.]

[The CEO pats Manager#0’s shoulder lightly, and then digs his fingers in.]

CEO: So! Consider this a test of your newfound loyalty. And, please, Mr. Manager. [His eyes bore directly into the camera.] Do your job.

Manager#0: O-Of course. Of course. Sir.

[The hand falls from his shoulder, and he hesitates-]

[His headache worsens. He steps forwards.]

[The Taskmanager rumbles as he approaches, unable to look her in the screen. The camera’s view flits around the room, instead, taking in the realization that he’s less alone than he realized. Other Managers stand in the edges of the wide room, on the dark sidelines, waiting, watching. The silver of their masks glint in the few lights hanging above his head as he stops in front of her.]

[He’s not supposed to hesitate. But his hands, though they twitch, stay at his sides.]

[From somewhere across the room, the CEO sighs.]

CEO: Maybe you need a bit of help. Security?

[She turns her head in the direction of the command, slowly, metal grating on itself as she lets out a staticky groan. Manager#0 follows her gaze, feeling sick as the situation dawns on him.]

CEO: [His smile is gone.] Kill.

[He doesn’t have time to turn back to her before he’s barreled to the floor with a scream of metal and shredded vocal cords.]

[Her screen fills the camera’s view, shattered glass gnashing as wires spill from the maw trying to close around his face. A spot of black rot drips onto his face. Manager#0 gasps in a breath of air stolen from him by the fall and, frantically grabbing what’s left of her shoulders, manages to push her off of him and onto the floor, standing and backing a few unsteady steps away.]

[His gaze snaps to the CEO’s.]

Manager#0: [Panicked.] Sir-

CEO: You’re not still too afraid to fight back, are you? Maybe we should send you back to HR. 

[He freezes, turning back to Security#855 as she tries to stand, wailing. One of her legs is refusing to find footing, looking more like a mess of wires than a limb. She’s on her way out. This isn’t a fair fight.]

[But he can’t go back.]

[His own hand rises into frame, and he glances between it and Security#855 before grabbing it with his other hand and twisting his fingers in the wrong direction. Metal spills from below his skin in broken, jagged little teeth.]

[As she finally manages to stand, she turns towards him, creaking. She almost seems to pause.]

[And then the scene is lit up in red. He lunges.]

[She shrieks, grappling his shoulders with insurmountable force as he rakes his hands down her arms. Wires fall away too easily as he slices through them, trying desperately to hit something, anything vital. She remains unfazed, screaming as she snaps her jaw shut inches away from his face. The HALO’s red light taunts him in the reflection.]

[Metal claws tear down his chest, and he mistakenly goes to shove her arm away. An impossibly crushing force clamps down around his arm as glass and metal and years’ worth of wires close in on it. Pain shoots up to his shoulder as he grits his teeth, curls his other hand into a fist, and slams it into the screen.]

[Glass shatters around his hand, with gives way into something slimy and convulsing. Black, liquified remains of whatever was once beyond the screen begins to pour from the wound as she lets out a garbled cry and claws almost desperately at his arm, letting the other go, her jaw hanging open too wide.]

[He knows it’s wrong, but he screams apologies in his head as he grasps his fingers around the wet matter of what was once a brain and pulls.] 

[A clump of inky organic material comes off in his hand, wires still clinging to it. Security#855 screams, but it’s quieter, almost pained. Almost. She stumbles backwards from the force, clawing at her face, still crying out, and the camera rushes to meet her.]

[One of her arms swings towards him, and he dodges out of the way before ramming himself into her with enough force that she falls backwards.]

[The room spins. He can feel the eyes on him. Security#855 is down, and thrashing.]

[Wordlessly, he lifts up a foot, hovering the heel above her face. She reaches for him, and he knows it’s not true, but he can’t stop himself from thinking that maybe this is a plea. A reminder. He knows her.]

Manager#0: Please forgive me.

[With a final wail of protest, Security#855’s screen caves in around his shoe as he slams it with a definitive crack through layers of rotted skin and wires and bone. Her limbs seize up a final time before she falls limp, still twitching, the last of her voice fading into static, and then into dead, serene silence. Manager#0’s ragged breathing is horrifically close to turning into sobbing.]

[And then, someone begins clapping. The camera spins towards the sound, and he lets whatever it was he tore from her face fall to the floor as he registers it as coming from one of the Managers at the edge of the room, who is quickly joined by the others, beginning to creep from the shadows. He stays silent as they all cheer, and when they crowd around him, his head drops so he can stare at his own hand, blackened with rot.]

[A voice cuts through the crowd.]

CEO: Alright, yes, back to your posts, all of you. You- [He calls to the employees by the doors.] -go get a Janitor to take care of this.

[The camera stays firmly on the hand, jolting ever so slightly as the others pat him on the shoulder or ruffle his too-short hair as they disperse. Nothing they say registers in his mind.]

[As the last of them leaves the room, he’s shaken out of his trance by the CEO clearing his throat. He turns to him, swallowing. Wires churn in his throat like bile.]

CEO: [He smiles. It’s too wide.] You did well. Good technique. Our plans for you may work after all.

Manager#0: [Giving a small, stiff nod.] Th- Thank you. Sir. 

CEO: Now. [He gives Manager#0 another pat on the back.] Go get washed up, and get a changes of clothes from Uniforms. And, please, take care not to get any of… [Grimacing as he eyes his hand.] …that, on anything.

[Manager#0 nods, burying the indignation that coils defensively in his chest at the comment, ignoring the urge to inform him that this is her, his… friend, he’s talking about. His eyes trail to the clump on the floor, chalking the tightening in his gut up to new wiring as he registers that it’s a single discolored eye, staring back at him.]

CEO: Anyways, off you go. And--Mr. Manager?

Manager#0: [His gaze shoots back to him.] Y- Yes? Sir?

CEO: I’m proud of you. Good work.

[He did it. He won back corporate’s approval. He’s safe. He won.]

[The walk out of the room is a blur. He tears his eyes away from her, and keeps them off his hands at all costs, opting instead to stare ahead as he follows the hallways, the twists and turns he’s memorized like a prayer. Everything hurts less, but only slightly.]

[He’s never felt more like a failure.]

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[showfallmediacameracrew]

What is showfall's budget?

I'm sure the ppl weren't atleast a *little* suspicious when a giant evil show crew bought an entire mall

There is no budget, as far as I know. You should ask that to the manager or CEO perhaps.

Anyone's concern outside the mall isn't something I'm aware of. I do not see why you think I'd have a good answer for this. It's been around for years, and hasn't had any outside complaints.