abyssdressing, posts by tag: forgottenreaper - LiveJournal (original) (raw)

| | [Somewhere in the quieter parts of the dressingroom where the snow and trees are thick, there lived an eccentric fontechnician in one of the rows of houses. He lives alone, inventing and working on his fonbots in his home lab, hoping to find clues to recover his lost memories. Amnesia is like a tricky puzzle, he has to work with the pieces to make a bigger picture. All is silent with the snow falling softly to the ground. Things were looking peaceful on the forefront until there's a big EXPLOSION at his house! The glassed windows panes cracked apart, the house is burning from the rooftop, and black smoke mingled with white snowflakes.The lone resident who caused this havoc self destruction, Saphir, frantically rushed out with a winged rappig in his arms. Following at his heels, accompanying his escape is his robot, Bart. His clothes are burnt, his skin scorched, and his collar and fur caught the embers of fire.]EEEK, I'M ON **FIRE!!!**[Saphir had no choice, but to dropped his winged rappig pet on the ground, and rolled on the snow to put the fire out. The snow helped put the fire out, but nothing can be done about his house. He screeched in pain and really in need of a healer. Bart, meanwhile, makes beeping noises to get somebody's attention for help.] **RAAAAAAARRRRGH!!!**[Winter time is fun time. Somewhere in the area of houses, there's a fontechnician. He is standing outside in front of his house, screaming bloody murder and stomping his feet into the snow in vain. He's completely frustrated and outraged at the sight of his house and lab.]W-wha-what **WHAT IS THIS? MY HOUSE!!! MY BEAUTIFUL HOUSE!!! MY LAB!!! MY FONBOTS!!!**[His house/lab is no longer a normal house/lab, but a gigantic fantasy gingerbread house! /o/ Even his robots friends, who were chillin' on his snow covered lawn, were somehow turned into brightly colored sweet pastries and confections.] [Saphir is outside of his house and he has a remote control in his hands. With the remote he controls a little moving object which is a simple, crudely designed mobile fonbot on the road. It made whirling noises as it struggles to move in loops and straight lines as it runs.]Oh my god, it works. I must be a genius! [One person's trash can be another person's treasure. In a small, abandoned lot full of scraps and junk, Saphir is rummaging through the mess hoping to look for any sort of rejected fontech or anything that remotely resembles like one. Hopefully, he'll find a gem that some other Dist had thrown away.He's mumbling nervously to himself, breathing heavily through his scarf.]I'm going to take my time, I'm going to take my time, I'm going to take my time... 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