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Post by automatedTimeshift on Jun 29, 2016 21:27:14 GMT
"Yes, I'm forgetting all about restraint, common decency, and any pacifistic tendencies I may have had. Stop before I break your magic fingers!" Sis --> Woo! Michael: Oh I'm forgetting plenty. Michael: Restraint? Never heard of it. Common decency? Doesn't ring a bell. Michael: Any pacifist tendencies that I may have had prior to meeting you? Drawing a blank. Michael: So why don't you stop before I break your magic fingers? 'Sis': Woot!~ (???): It's not magic, it's- ... why are you touching me? You're making me uncomfortable. Michael: Oh I'm making you uncomfortable? Cute. Michael: Let me ask you something. Why are you using your magic to hurt other people? (???): ... Your continued defiance is not-Michael: WRONG ANSWER!*CRACK!*(???): GAH!'Sis': Oh goodness... (???): Hey! What was that for?! Michael: For avoiding my question. Now I'll ask again, and I want a straight answer: Why are you using your magic for evil? (???): It's not magic! And I'm not using it for evil! I'm helping her! It's for her own good! And frankly it'd be for your own good too!... if it worked. Michael: What part of 'for our own good' involves having our memories erased? 'Sis': You broke the shower door... (???): Suppressed, not erased. And because it's the only way to make sure nobody remembers anything that can be used against us. Michael: So you did something you don't want us to know about. (???): No!... maybe. But why do you care? You can't do anything about it. Michael: If push comes to shove, yes I CAN and WILL. (???): Don't make me laugh. (???): Even if you manage to stop me with your... whatever you used, OR my colleagues, you'd fall at the hands of my boss. So don't think for a SECOND you have any power to stop us. Michael: I don't think you're aware of what humans are capable of, little missy. Humans can be pretty resourceful. (???): Well then Mr. Resourceful, tell me this: how exactly do you plan to take on my boss? Michael: Like this. WHAM!(???): OW!!(???): Ow... Ooooooooooow!!! That hurt! That really hurt! (???): Why would you do that?! I didn't do anything to warrant being punched in the face! Michael: But you were just- (???): Telling you that you didn't stand a chance against my boss! What part about that makes me punch worthy?! 'Sis': Seriously? He couldn't have knicked you THAT hard. 'Sis': ! Is... that a bruise? Michael: I think so... Michael: (Alright, so apparently I'm unaware of my own strength. That's bad.) Michael: (And I also made someone cry.)(???): Ooooow. My faaaaace.... Michael: Uh... I'm sorry? (???): No you're not! I know you're not! Michael: ... Michael: (Am I in the wrong here? Was what I did the right thing? I have no idea.) Michael: (What am I going to do next?)Author's Note (UPDATED AS OF 3/2/2017: AWW SNAP, IF IT ISN'T AUTOMATEDTIMESHIZZLE, THE BIG MAN HIMSELF (WHO ONCE DREW FANART FOR ONE OF MY CRAPPY ADVENTURES !). Happy to see you there man, and holy shit your art is really damn good ! The story is also very interesting, this is shaping up to be a masterpiece Maybe a MASTER PIECE OF... Mediocre... to above average? *Shrug* I was gonna say a masterpiece of garbage, but then I realized if anyone was reading this then it wouldn't exactly be that. I thank you for being interested in it, as well as everyone else! DOUBLE AUTHOR'S NOTE:This is one of the few pages that had its' dialogue completely rewritten instead of revised. Why? Mainly me trying to save parts of it only for it to completely go to garbage. Plus I feel like this is a better direction to take it.
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Post by Neptz on Jun 29, 2016 22:03:30 GMT
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Post by dariusblake on Jun 29, 2016 23:01:54 GMT
I believe that is all I need to say.
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Post by Curris on Jun 30, 2016 2:15:33 GMT
How does she talk without a mouth.
Micheal -> Understand that you've made your point. Now is the time for *you* not to be overwhelmingly mean. Ask her to briefly explain who she is, what she was doing to Sis, and who her friends are. And, of course do it quick before Mom & Dad get suspicious.
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Post by Neptz on Jun 30, 2016 3:45:23 GMT
How does she talk without a mouth. She probably has some organ that allows her to vocalize somewhere. >You don't need to hurt her anymore. You've done enough. Now, get confessions out of her.
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Post by automatedTimeshift on Jul 1, 2016 21:21:11 GMT
Not an update but still a thing: For the United State's Neighbor to the North: Happy Canada Day! Featuring the totally not Canadian little sister in our story!
*Resumes making the update*
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Post by Smuch on Jul 2, 2016 6:33:02 GMT
>Michael my boy, consider carefully, if you are too forcefull might break futher in tears, a state in which she's no good to you,not to mention harbor much ressent later ;on the other hand letting her compose herself too much might let her turn the situation around.
>Keep your voice as it is,and firmly but not violently tell her you'll give ONE chance to answer you question and then maybe you'll trust her to explain herself. One !
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Post by automatedTimeshift on Jul 2, 2016 18:38:58 GMT
How does she talk without a mouth. Michael -> Understand that you've made your point. Now is the time for *you* not to be overwhelmingly mean. Ask her to briefly explain who she is, what she was doing to Sis, and who her friends are. And, of course do it quick before Mom & Dad get suspicious. >You don't need to hurt her anymore. You've done enough. Now, get confessions out of her. >Michael my boy, consider carefully, if you are too forceful might break further in tears, a state in which she's no good to you,not to mention harbor much resent later ;on the other hand letting her compose herself too much might let her turn the situation around. >Keep your voice as it is,and firmly but not violently tell her you'll give ONE chance to answer you question and then maybe you'll trust her to explain herself. One ! Michael: ... Did I overdo it? 'Sis': Maybe just a little. (???): *Sniffle* *Sob* Michael: Um... Okay, so I know that it's a bit early to talk about this since I just punched you and all- and I really am sorry, I'm not just saying that to make you feel better; but I need some answers from you. Michael: First off, where are we? (???): I'm not allowed to say... Michael: ... Alright then. Who are you? (???): I'm not allowed to say... Michael: ... Ooooooookay. Why are you doing this to us? (???): I'm not allowed to say... Michael: Really?
(???): I'm sorry! I know you want/need answers, but I'm not allowed to say anything about why or what I'm doing! All I can tell you is that I can't tell you! (???): And I can't fail. I need your cooperation for this. 'Sis': Seriously? I just told you no! What part of that do you not understand? 'Sis': I like my memories very much, and I'd like to keep them! (???): You don't understand.
(???): I wasn't trying to scare you earlier. My boss... Is not that friendly. I can't really afford another blunder. Michael: Why not? 'Sis': Yeah, why not?
(???): I... can't say. (???): It's not that I'm not allowed to. It's just that I don't want to. (???): Bad things happen when we mess up... *BWEEP BWEEP* (???): Argh, and there it is. (???): Time for the mission is up, and I'm to return immediately. (???): Listen, I'll be back later to finish this. And when I do, please don't put up so much of a fuss. It'll be bad for all of us. 'Sis': First off? No. And secondly, you're going to tell them that you failed? (???): No. They don't know I failed, and never will hopefully. Nobody else knows besides me.'Sis': I mean, that's not really true. We know. Michael: She has a point. What's stopping us from telling everyone? (???): Gwirodydd... I never even thought of that.(???): YOU CAN'T TELL THEM! YOU CAN'T TELL ANYONE ABOUT MY FAILURES! (???): IT'LL BE BAD FOR THE BOTH OF US, BUT WORSE FOR ME! (???): I KNOW YOU DON'T HAVE ANY RIGHT TO TRUST ME, BUT I'M BEGGING YOU!I believe that is all I need to say. In a ways, that is very far off from what happened but at the same time not that far off.
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Post by automatedTimeshift on Jul 5, 2016 3:37:08 GMT
Happy 'MURICA independence day everyone! Also: Sorry foe the dinky filler update. I ran out of ideas regarding in moving along with the plot (still plenty planned btw. Just N not wanting to get in trouble with her boss or get hit by Michael since her only defense measure is kinda... Yeah.) More updates to follow hopefully. But until then, have a great July!
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Post by Curris on Jul 5, 2016 4:05:02 GMT
Now all we have to do is wait for more holidays to figure out the nationality of Mom & Dad, and miss Shadowelf here.
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Post by automatedTimeshift on Jul 14, 2016 21:07:53 GMT
It's Bastille day! So who better to represent this than someone who was originally an American like Michael but given the nationality of French American at the last minute! (Actually I had the idea and picture drawn since July 4th.) So where has my effort gone? Procrastination, writer's block, Pokémon GO, and other... Various artwork involvements. ^^' Needless to say, we may have another Hiatus on our hands, BUT!... I'll try to get the ball rolling soon. Sorry for delays and such.
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Post by automatedTimeshift on Aug 16, 2016 17:20:22 GMT
Michael: First off, get your hands off me! (???): Sorry... 'Sis': Second off, we haven't exactly forgiven you for that little stint you just tried on us. 'Sis': ... That's where you were going with that, right? Michael: Eyup. Read my mind like an open book. Michael: So as you can see, we aren't exactly trusting anything you say at the moment, alright? Michael: I think it would be better if you tried to work on that before asking us for any favors.(???): ... I guess we'll never really come to trust eachother then. 'Sis': You're giving up that easily? (???): It's not that, it's just... complicated is all. I wouldn't expect you to understand. Michael: What's that supposed to mean?!*BLEEP* (???): Mother base. This is Forest Maiden. Requesting to come home. (???): This is mother base to Forest Maiden. Has the objective been completed? Forest Maiden(?): ... Yes.
(???): You don't sound very sure of yourself, Forest Maiden. Have you completed your routine mission or not? Forest Maiden(?): Yes. Just get me out of here already! (???): Very well then. Arranging transport in 5... 4... 3... Michael: Or just ignore me. That's cool too. (???): Hold up, who was that? Forest Maiden(?): ... (???): Forest Maiden. There was vocal resonance detected in your area. Respond. Forest Maiden(?): Fine. I didn't complete my mission due to... unlikely circumstance. (???): In that case, I'm afraid I'm going to have to deny your request. You know protocol states- Forest Maiden(?): I don't need this right now, mother base. I just got hurt, alright? (???): You're suffering from injuries? (???): Very well. Report casualties and reason for failure. Loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. Forest Maiden(?): Are you really doing this to me?! (???): Heh! Looks like little 'I can handle it on my own' is throwin' in th' towel! (???): I told you she was gonna burn out soon! (???): Twas never a matter of if, only when. Forest Maiden(?): Shut uuuuup! (???): I think she's gonna start crying! Come on everyone hush! I wanna hear! I wanna hear! (???): Perhaps it would be wise to quiet down regardless so that we can listen to her... reasoning.
Michael: (Wow. They sound like bullies) 'Sis': (I know. Kind of makes me glad they sent the emotional one after me.)
(???): Alright that's enough everyone. Forest Maiden. State casualties and reason for failure.
Forest Maiden(?): Multiple areas on my back due to being thrown into a glass door, following an already bruising area on my face from being punched. (???): They punched you!? Seriously? No way! That shouldn't be possible. (???): Forest Maiden. Elaborate. (???): What's there to elaborate on? It's obvious her powers aren't as strong as she thought! (???): If she could do it to that oaf of a giant male, then why not a little girl? Forest Maiden(?): It's subject +1. He... protected her by resisting my suppression. (???): HE RES- SHUT UP. You can't be ser- Again, it's impossible. How- -unreal! No other species- This is bad. Very very bad. Michael: (It's like I'm watching a reality TV show.)
(???): Everyone! Calm down! (???): Tech, have Forest Maiden return. We need a full detailed report on this phenomena. Biotech(?): If you insist. Gearing up transport now.Forest Maiden(?): That went... a lot less smoothly than I wanted. Forest Maiden(?): I can assume you heard all that? 'Sis': Every last word. Michael: What she said. Forest Maiden(?): I should've known. Forest Maiden(?): Listen... Michael? I'll be back... Possibly. I know you don't want me to do this to you- I don't even want to do this to you. Forest Maiden(?): But I don't have much of a choice. All I can say is... Forest Maiden(?): Good luck. And try not to get killed.Michael: Now wait a second-*WHOOAUMB*'Sis': ACK! Michael: OW! Criminy Giblets that's way too bright! Michael: At least tell us to close our eyes or look away first! Geez!'Sis': ... Michael: She's gone... Michael: Hey, are you okay? Holding up alright? 'Sis': Yeah, I guess. 'Sis': I'm just... trying to make sense of everything that just happened. A mysterious woman appearing out of nowhere, my memories returning piece by piece... It's a lot to take in. Michael: Don't worry about it. It's just about over, I think. Michael: Besides, my current stand on living here may be a bit skewed, but I don't want it worse for anyone else. Michael: She seemed to be scared of me, so I'll use that however I can to help you- and the others to. Alright sis? 'Sis': Yeah... Hey, that reminds me.'Sis': I know this is gonna sound super weird and kind of creepy, but... 'Sis': You've been so nice to me. I can't help it. 'Sis': Do you think it's okay if I keep calling you my big brother, even if you're probably not?
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Post by dariusblake on Aug 16, 2016 20:32:36 GMT
Sure... Let the little Canuck be your "sister" if that is what she wishes to be. In the mean time... Let go see about that father figure (Please be British, Please be British, Please be British)
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Post by smuchmuch on Aug 22, 2016 21:04:51 GMT
>"Sure, 'little sister.'"
>Michael my boy weren't yu hungry at some point ? wasn't it question of food ?
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Post by automatedTimeshift on Sept 9, 2016 22:43:58 GMT
Sure... Let the little Canuck be your "sister" if that is what she wishes to be. In the mean time... Let go see about that father figure >"Sure, 'little sister.'" Michael: Sure? I mean, it's not hurting anything so I guess it's okay. Michael: Besides, if it makes you feel comfortable then by all means go ahead. Call me your big brother. 'Sis': Really? It doesn't creep you out? Michael: It does a bit, but just because I'm not used to it. Michael: Besides, there's weirder things in the world than someone calling me their big brother, so-Michael: !!!........ Oh... Uh... Michael: (Aaaaaaaakward. Reeeeaaaally awkward.) Michael: (This is the same girl that was just flirting with me after announcing herself as my sister before her apparent memory loss... And now she's hugging me. This is just so...)Michael: (You know what? Just... just let it happen Michael. She's happy. Don't ruin it for her, no matter how weird this feels.) 'Sis': Mmmm.... Thank you. You're so nice. 'Sis': ... And warm too. Really warm. 'Sis': I'm sorry for being weird all the time. I'm just happy that I can sort of act like this without someone looking at me crazy or thinking I'm a weirdo. Michael: (So she would be like this even if... actually I guess that kind of makes sense. She was kind of weird to begin with). Michael: (... Speaking of, I can't help but feel like I'm forgetting something.)*GLURGLE*>Michael my boy weren't you hungry at some point? Wasn't it a question of food? 'Sis': Uh. 'Sis': Was that your stomach just now? Michael: (Oh right. Food. Food is definitely a thing I'm forgetting.) Michael: (Let's remedy that as soon as possible, then.) Michael: Yes. I think that was, without a doubt, possibly, my stomach. 'Sis': Ahaha... Sorry about that. I got a little carried away. I uh, usually don't... 'Sis': Anyway, where we doing something before all of this? 'Sis': I remember something about... Turkey? 'Sis': Oh right! Mom... Mum? 'Sis': She and Dad are cooking food. Maybe we should get some and continue this awkward sibling bonding later? Michael: Yes, let's please. Although I could do without the hand holding. 'Sis': Heh. Sorry.Seconds in the future...... But not many. It had only been perhaps an hour since all of this craziness and these unexplained shenanigans started happening, but some part of you believes that you'll get used to is at you find out what in the world is happening. Among the teleporting aliens, dream manipulating aliens, memory erasing aliens, brainwashed people, amnesia you suffer, being labeled as an alien word by an alien individual, magic power that you felt you had for a second or two, evil twins, and your irrational fear of stairs that you swear you've never had before, at least you and your newfound sister can agree on one thing: food is delicious. And everyone should eat some. At least once in their life.As you descend the stairs with your +1, you shrug off the somewhat bizarre feeling of being watched in favor of heading towards the room you presume is the kitchen- judging by everything in the room passed the gaping doorway...... And your assumption is correct! This is indeed, in fact, a kitchen. if it weren't obvious enough by the smell of food- or the fridge and oven for that matter. OR for the fact that your sister had previously stated this room was such. As the smell of freshly baked pie and roasted turkey permeates the air around you, tickling and teasing your nose with an all too pleasant and mouth watering scent, your worries and fears of possible dissection slowly drift away and lead you to a thought of happiness. Despite the bizarre and unlikely happenings, there's always the comforting sensation you feel whenever something normal happens. Despite this, you get the etching sensation that the adventure you will soon embark on will be one of triumph, defeat, life lessons, and all around complete nonsensical whimsy- whatever that entails. Regardless, the thought is not unappealing, but neither is it everything you ever wanted. You will have to do some work if you want to be prepared for the trials that lay ahead despite being unaware of said trials in the first place.
TL;DR: You have a feeling it's going to be a long day.
Author's Note (UPDATED AS OF 4/6/2017):
Mirror is being updated as well. And contains less mucking around than this. Plus somewhat cutting the fat so to speak. This is also the point where I'll ask this to be moved sometime in the future. (Please be British, Please be British, Please be British) You have no idea how somewhat accurate your hopes are. They are very somewhat accurate.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2016 2:14:07 GMT
oh hey, fayeralus is finally out of the cradle! congrats
>micheal: help your mother set up the table
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Post by [Meme Friend] TheOddISee on Sept 10, 2016 5:35:10 GMT
It's spoicy, boyos
The cradle is gone. Now ToF must grow up, find a job, pay taxes, hate paying taxes, ask Cradle Mom to pay taxes, get rejected, go to jail, meet spoicy boi, live out a life of crime upon leaving jail, pay taxes, get rich, pay people to make the past disappear, ToF gets maximum respect, people look up to ToF.
Profit
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Post by smuchmuch on Sept 14, 2016 17:29:52 GMT
>It seems your new "sister" scleras are green again ? In fact, sort of softly blinking now. Could it be that this isnt jsut linked to the influence your alien captor have over you but also emotional state ?
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Post by The One Guy on Sept 14, 2016 17:43:22 GMT
>It seems your new "sister" scleras are green again ? In fact, sort of softly blinking now. Could it be that this isnt jsut linked to the influence your alien captor have over you but also emotional state ? They never stopped being green, and they started blinking like that once she started to remember. It likely indicates that she's started to break free, but has not fully recovered her memories yet.
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Post by automatedTimeshift on Sept 16, 2016 15:44:20 GMT
>Michael: Help your mother set up the table Michael: (Well we're about to eat, so I guess it's only right if I help set the table.) Michael: (...) Michael: (The uh... table that already seems to be set? I don't see any other table here.) Michael: (Maybe we're just supposed to dig in?) Michael: (If so, then that's kind of weird... There's a Dining room on the other side of the livingroom.) Michael: (Oh who am I kidding. This is the most normal thing I've seen from this place all day.) Michael: (Might as well ask. Better safe than sorry after all.) Michael: (...Also I just realized how short I actually am, holy breadbaskets.)Michael: Mom? (It feels so strange calling this woman that). 'Mom': Yes dearie? Michael: Do we... just start eating? 'Mom': Not yet, dear. Wait for your father to arrive. He should be here any minute. Michael: (I guess that settle that then... Also is it because we took too long in the bathroom?) 'Sis': I don't mean to interrupt or change the conversation, but this turkey is huge! It's almost bigger than I am! Michael: (Roasted turkey and pie. Talk about a variety...) Michael: (...that was pretty much sarcasm. Not that I'm complaining though, I am kind of hungry. I almost want to start eating regardless of what these people say.) 'Sis': Oh wow! This is pretty good looking for what little variety we have. Michael: (Oh right. I forgot she was still recovering from... whatever that was. I wonder if she's remembered anything else...) Michael: (Even if she did, now probably wouldn't be the time to talk about it.) 'Sis': I don't even remember if I like pie or not, but I'm more than willing to try it out today. 'Sis': What about you? Do you like pie, Michael? Michael: It's... hard to explain. Michael: At the moment I'm not sure. I'll definitely eat it, it's just not really so much of a go-to dish, you know?
>It seems your new "sister" scleras are green again ? In fact, sort of softly blinking now. Could it be that this isnt just linked to the influence your alien captor have over you but also emotional state ? They never stopped being green, and they started blinking like that once she started to remember. It likely indicates that she's started to break free, but has not fully recovered her memories yet.
'Sis': Eh, I can respect that I guess. 'Sis': I'm not really sure myself so it would be pretty hypocritical of me to judge you. 'Sis': ... Speaking of being unsure of things, do you feel some weird sense of danger-but-not-really looming over us?
Oh hey, Fayeralus is finally out of the cradle! Congrats. It's kind of my fault for putting it off so long, since other types of adventures were here and I was scared of it getting buried. It's spoicy, boyos The cradle is gone. Now ToF must grow up, find a job, pay taxes, hate paying taxes, ask Cradle Mom to pay taxes, get rejected, go to jail, meet spoicy boi, live out a life of crime upon leaving jail, pay taxes, get rich, pay people to make the past disappear, ToF gets maximum respect, people look up to ToF. Profit. Nice meme son. Have some experimental art style (influenced by some fan art I received) older Michael with his blue fire as a reward.
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Post by heyitskane on Sept 16, 2016 21:16:30 GMT
>QUICK! THERE'S A MAN BEHIND YOU! RUN!!
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Post by 1337Walrus on Sept 20, 2016 0:47:45 GMT
> Greet your loving father(?)
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Post by automatedTimeshift on Sept 19, 2017 16:15:13 GMT
>QUICK! THERE'S A MAN BEHIND YOU! RUN!! (???): Hello, little ones! Michael & 'Sis': !!! (???): I've been waitin' for this moment for a looong time.
Well that's frightening. How is someone supposed to respond to this without context?Oh... That's how I suppose. 'Mom': Oh my. 'Mom': I think you may have overdone it, dear. 'Sis': Mum's right... I mean, you even scared me. And -I- knew it was coming! ... kind of... Michael: (That's not a man. That's a monster! No human is capable of being that big! I don't care what people say!) 'Mom': ... Ahuhu...'Mom': Ahuhuhuhu!~ Michael: (...?) 'Mom': F-forgive me Michael, but... *snrk*... The way you ran behind me just now... you reminded me of a little puppy with its tail between its legs... heehee.~ 'Sis': Heheh... now that she mentions it..> Greet your loving father(?) 'Mom': Joking at your expenses aside... this man does not mean you any harm my son. I would never allow for him to harm you anyways. (???): That doesn't mean I'm not afraid to hurt you though, on account of my... prodigious size. (???): There's no need to be afraid, lad. Why don't ya shake my hand?The large man extends an arm out for you to take, his hand seemingly large enough to crush your head akin to a hippo crushing a watermelon.Needless to say, it's a tad overwhelming... You can feel your arms turn to jelly.Obligatory 'an entire year of no updates?! Have some art to make up for it' I have no excuses for the most part other than laziness and no wifi. I sincerely apologize to all my 3 fans who still read this. Also reconstruction so I guess that too.
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Post by The One Guy on Sept 21, 2017 15:41:18 GMT
Oh, hey, look what's back!
> Don't worry, this man may be big, but he's probably your "dad" and doesn't seem to be an abusive one. Shake that hand.
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Post by typeandkey on Sept 24, 2017 10:31:07 GMT
>Nope, too much to take. Time for a much needed black-out. They can deal with the rag-doll that is your unconscious personage, serves 'em right.
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