phase 1.5
*but he refused to give up.
anyway sorry for less posts lately, i’m working on smth rn though that should be actually good (it’s horror sans) this was actually kinda a filler post but i did want to draw this anyway so technically not
have this absolute fucking train wreck of a drawing
i messed up the shading SEVERELY but couldn’t be bothered to reshade the entire thing so i salvaged it as best as i could
i promise on my life to do way better next post
mini comic i made after thinking of papyrus being a massive fan of mlp
saw a statement that mg is akin to walter's son
Walter stepped onto the elevator.
In about 5 minutes, he'd arrive at the observation chamber. In about 7, he'd be on the catwalk.
He has that time.
[ding]
Low humming collided with the rustling of his suit as a phone was produced from the rightmost pocket.
A couple rings later, he's speaking to one of his technical engineers.
"Is it ready?"
"Yes sir."
"Good." He hangs up.
Everyone's day has to have just gotten better.
After around 20 more seconds, Walter is faced with a sleek mix of utilarian. He's almost surprised at the lack of traffic, but that's no reason to complain, right?
Stepping out of the elevator, striding forward through the corridor then down the right hall. Take a left turn, followed by a staircase downward.
Hm..that took around 4 minutes. Ah well, better for him, then.
Waltzing into the observation chamber would be the second best part of this trip. He finally got to see his magnum opus.
His eyes were greeted with nigh-perfectum protection against titans- against Godzilla. Oh, how proud he was.
The apex titan, Mechagodzilla.
Despite it's stature, Walter was sure it was his son. The time, the effort, the very fact it stood before him now, it was a miracle- his miracle.
He hurried to the catwalk, passing through the exit door to see it without the filter of stained glass and white noise of computers.
As his foot lands on the first step, he hears it. The sound of a leg shifting. Not his- but it's leg. And he turns.
It's gazing. With optics larger than himself tenfold, it's gazing.
Maybe he hasn't slept much, because he's sure it's..it's leaning towards him.
He moves across the catwalk, stopping around the middle. It tracks him as he moves.
His hand grasps onto the railing, he needed to get a better look.
A snout bumps the railing he's leaning against, larger than half the catwalk itself- it's a miracle the thing didn't crumble.
Conscious or not, Walter's own hand lifts, and lands onto it- lands onto Mechagodzilla.
A low, mechanical hum eminates.
"..Incredible."
yeah ik thank me for reblogging this ungodly long chain 😊
@the-selfinsert @voidwithnoblogs @fatalerrorsand @goatedchili
Not me having some kinda type... Who shall I tag? I think I wanna tagggggg... @mybugsmybugsmybugs @mexicangela @lunar-years @biscuitboxpink but no pressure!! I just thought it would be fun!
note: I've decided to make N's text blue to avoid confusion (and maybe a bit of symbolism). limitations of mobile tumblr, amiright?
"Thanks."
"No problem!"
Ugh. Those idiots make me sick. Just why do I deal with this?
..no use complaining. Nothing I can do but follow along.
like always.
"Hey, idiots! Let's get going."
"Bite me! I'm on it."
...I don't know what i expected when I followed Uzi down here.
It definitely wasn't..this.
Not..uhm, all of this tech.
I was expecting a JCJenson logo- or anything to signify this was ours.
..we only found something labelled "Apex".
..I think I have a bad feeling about this.
I mean- yeah, sure. What could go wrong? In a..place like this.
[gulp.]
..stay positive, N. Stay positive..
3 drones; 2 with installed disassembly and one of hosting nigh-cosmic absolution.
Optics scan all surrounding locality, though not without the caution- the slowness of alert systems.
Sensory data extrapolating a layout by the tick, plausible exits and entrances arranged upon CPU through visor, like clockwork.
"Looks reeeeal maintained. How?" Suspicion seeps by indifference. A tilt of the neck and she's facing upward, studying incremental detail and fine-polished metals which make up their overhang.
"..maybe worker's have been visiting?"
"Doubt it. This place is in the middle of nowhere. No worker's coming, let alone to clean of all things. It would of been scrubbed clean by now, not have so much stuff in it." Emphasis proceeds through a leg that strikes a steel box on it's side softly, sound reverberating; almost painful to hear compared to former silence.
Uzi is once again staring at coated metal and refined black, multitudes of questions laying dormant- yet where would I get the answers? Before the gaze travels downward.
A hint of apprehension when her optics register.
"Found a way forward, guys."
"Finally." "Oh! Good work, Uzi."
Footfall makes it's way down silver-lined halls- barring a level of resistance in the structure despite it's years, considered admirable.
For a wall, that is.
"This place looks advanced. We sure none of us didn't stumble into a secret science project?"
"Wouldn't put it past humans.."
"Come on now, it can't be that bad, right?"
"Oh, to live in your mind.."
"Hey! he's just being optimistic."
"Optimistic 'til shutdown, right?"
"Ugh, do you ever shut up?" Anger coils around digits, constricting openness to fists.
"Only if I have to."
"Urgh!- whatever! We need to go, so shut it and follow me. Can you do that?"
"Y-" [Sigh.] "Fine."
Silence permeates space, forceful tension infiltrating effector processors- No doubt due to her.
..
The sound of boots hitting steel is what Uzi decides to focus on.
The way sound waves impact then register, the way fabric twists and adjusts with each micro-movement, the way she doesn't have to pay attention to her almost-tangible thoughts.
It helps, it really helps. Though, she wouldn't usually just say that.
What's gotten into me?
Though- as much as she'd like to focus on that thought, the wall something-meters ahead is giving 50 different warnings that she really can't be bothered to read right now.
All because I hit a tree last time? Seriously?
So, purple regrettably turns left.
Ugh.
next chapter is gonna be the main meat of interaction (because they’re gonna meet mg)
accidentally posted this but i kinda wrote myself into a corner at the end so it’s fine and i can continue like nothing happened next part
droplets
lightly acidic water
drooping off a roof tile
where will it go?
why is it so slow?
lightly acidic water
sliding down the pavement
irritation creeps through me
why am i the only one to see?
lightly acidic water
paints blues around my umbrella
i look and see yellow
maybe it’s just me
do i like to mope around?
maybe not, but it helps
or maybe i’m just skeptic
rain can only do so much, right?
lightly acidic water
drooping off my cheeks
i always saw yellow
now i see blue
lightly acidic water
sliding down my shirt
or maybe it’s staining
it’s not so slow anymore
lightly acidic water
maybe it was never that acidic
maybe it was just me
pain comes in droplets, after all
let wednesday, april 9th be the day I got all 3 armored core 6 endings
me when i literally did exactly that
can he sit on your dash for a minute?? he'll be very polite :]
me when I have to do an entire character study on mg just so I can draw him (I really want to)
unrelated collage of stuff I'm gonna be using for it under cut