#smilling critters roleplay

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*A fifteen year old boy is seen walking around Playcare looking antsy. Something's up with him.*

Picky stares at the boy.

Hello?

[ask-dogday-catnap]

ask questions about us or our friends now!!

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//a third continuation

*Ragatha looks at Rich before taking out the tape she got from the radio*

The Hour of Joy, huh...

That seems like a massacre to me, rather than Joy...

...You know CatNap's looking for the Prototype?

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Tug: god… everything hurts…

(Hi again :) )

(hihi!!)

Tug?

What's wrong??

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"This might be a good place..."

They're saying it as they look around wherever they are. They just wandered around randomly and here they are. Unfortunately, they're not paying attention as they find themselves walking into someone!

"Oof-"

@the-shield-anon

Hey! Watch it!

CP grumbles.

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*Nova Covered her mouth and giggled a little.*

Nova~

Come out, come out, wherever you are~

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//continuation, I'm continuing this because this world is now the home for the canon Ragatha from the Bartender AU (my AU)

*Ragatha looks somberly at PlayCare as the radio continues playing, singing along with the lyrics at the chorus*

We want freedom, freedom!

Freedom, freedom, freedom!

We all fall down!

*Ragatha then accidentally hits a button on the radio and a tape comes out*

What the...?

A tape?

...I wonder what's on it.

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*A door appears and a version of Bobby Bearhug? Maybe, it is hard to tell from the fact that the way it is a doll in the style of Raggedy Anne runs through*

*After the door is closed, the bear slides down the wall next to the door breathing heavily*

Hello?

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" that's so cool, I can't remember what food taste like after I died from the ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜o̶̯͎̱͐̇͋̅̃̈́͋̽̊̀̓͊̃́͋̓u̴̢̠͎̲̗̮̤̥̪̖̦͈͕͛̈́̀̒̒̄̚͠ŕ̶̛̰̱̈́̀́̑̿̾͛͂̈́͗̓̈́̒͘͝️ o̶̯͎̱͐̇͋̅̃̈́͋̽̊̀̓͊̃́͋̓ḟ̴̇͊̃̒̄̈̓̉̌̈͝͝��̧̗͍͉͔̹͎̻͓ ️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠o̶̯͎̱͐̇͋̅̃̈́͋̽̊̀̓͊̃́͋̓y̷̧̰̲͍̝̘̗̩̑̇͐̾̽̏͊͑̇̃̉͜ but I can try sometimes "

O-Oh, I'm s-so sorry.

M-Maybe I-I can make you something later?

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Picky! It's horrible! The last Nightmare Critter is a shark that care about healthy eating!

Isn't that... good?

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Dear god there's too much stuff happening-

*I try and turn off the alarm before helping CP*

CP moaned, cracking her eyes open a little.

...Medic...?

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*You see an edgy ass looking boy walking lost and crying*

...Hello?

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*Absentmindedly nibbling on a chocolate pencil, thinking about what the Anons have been doing lately and holding it like a cigarette-*

MEDIC!! YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE WHAT-

CP stumbled, staring at the chocolate pencil.

Are you smoking?

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HELLO WE'RE STILL ALIVE!!!!!

Took a little break, but we're back.

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INCORRECT QUOTES AGAIN!!!!

'cause I'm still sick-

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Picky: The ‘how the fucks’ and 'why are you so dumbs’ don’t matter. All that matters is that I have a new gun.

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Bobby: At this point, I'm holding myself together with glitter glue.

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Crafty: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

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Bubba: I dunno if I'm ready to process the ramifications of this bullshit.

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Crafty: Unfortunately, due to several experiences in my youth, I cannot just 'walk up and join a circle of people talking', but it does sound lovely, thank you.

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Hoppy: Underestimate me. That'll be fun.

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Bubba: Ok, first of all, what the fuck?

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Kickin, seeing a banana on the car seat: What the FUCK?? Kickin, buckling the banana up: Fucking buckle UP, it’s the LAW!

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Kickin: I have no respect for Santa. Don’t sneak in through the chimney and undermine my authority by bringing my family presents. Walk in through the front door and fight me like a man.

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Hoppy: Kids don't even call you a doodoo head anymore. They just call you a bitch.

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Kickin: So apparently the "bad vibes" I've been feeling are actually "Severe psychological distress."

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Picky: Now, the recipe calls for 2 shots of vodka. Picky: *upends the bottle*

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Bubba: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

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Hoppy: If karma doesn't hit you, I fucking will.

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Kickin: Guess who got shit done today? Kickin: Not me, but congrats to somebody out there.

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Bubba: Time for plan G. Bobby: Don’t you mean plan B? Bubba: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. Crafty: What about plan D? Bubba: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago. Hoppy: What about plan E? Bubba: I’m hoping not to use it. Kickin dies in plan E. Picky: I like plan E.

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Bubba: I CAN'T DO IT! Bobby, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER! Bubba: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE Picky: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US. Bubba: Bubba: I appreciate it, Bubba: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH- Hoppy: Bubba- Bubba: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE! Crafty: Bubba we gotta- Bubba: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT. Bubba: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?' Bubba, motioning to Kickin: NOT FUCKING THIS

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Bubba: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous. Hoppy: What if it bites me and it dies!? Crafty: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Hoppy, learn to listen. Kickin: What if it bites itself and I die? Picky: That’s voodoo. Hoppy: What if it bites me and someone else dies? Bobby: That’s correlation, not causation. Crafty: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die? Kickin: That’s kinky. Bubba: Oh my God.

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Twisted!Bubba and Violent!Kickin by @smiling-psychopaths

Lovesick!Bobby by @protective-mama-bear

Corrupted!Picky by me :D

Emotionless!Crafty by @emotionless-craftycorn

Impulsive!Hoppy by @jumptothemoon

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*Frosty comes out of a door*

Hey CP, I have a secret room in my bar which has lots of weapons, you two wanna see it as an apology for almost killing you?

CP stares at Frosty and sighs.

I have nothing better to do.

If CP's going then I am too.

CP's eyes glow.

But no funny business! Okay?!