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The Indieverse: The Hands of Time
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Sep 11, 2019
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#483
hitthepin wrote:
Just because we can’t see the monsters doesn’t mean they aren’t there.
*Excitement intensifies*
COME ON JUST POST IT HTP PLS
Sep 13, 2019
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#485
Chapter 1
Freddy lay on the ground, sparks flying all over him, badly smashed. He feebly raised his right hand as if to try to throw one last microphone.
POW. Freddy closed his eyes and didn’t open them again.
Bendy had shrunk to the size of a mouse, but he was still fighting, still throwing globs of ink, pathetically tiny as they were.
POW. Bendy became a smear of ink in the grass.
Cuphead staggered to his feet. Barely hanging on. He got up and began to fire, the weak peashooter blasts flying through the air oh-so-slowly.
POW. Cuphead’s head broke apart and fell on the ground in three pieces, clacking. His cartoon eyes faded until they began dark, hollow sockets, nothing more than normal silverware.
The man turned. Only one left.
“Come on, Frisk,” he taunted. The girl shook. He drunk it all in, all the pleasure, all the triumph of his revenge. “Just give me your soul, and all of this will be over,” he said laughingly.
He took a step forward.
Quick as lightning, she brought up the menu. It’s two options, “Continue” and “Reset” still there, as always.
“Frisk, don’t you dare -“ the man growled.
She pounded the Reset button for all that she was worth.
As the world began to fade away and the two of them felt an otherworldly tug in their guts, Frisk managed a laugh.
The man was furious. “I’ll be back!” he yelled. “I’ll remember! I’ll learn from my mistakes, and I’ll be back!”
Frisk looked back at him, dead in the eye. “So have I.”
And the world disappeared.
Frisk woke up in a bed of golden flowers.
She sat up quickly. “I need to warn them, I need to warn them!” she whisper-yelled to herself, getting up and brushing herself off.
And so, the battle began.
Ok... that’s it?
Sep 13, 2019
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#489
eryxc wrote:
Ok... that’s it?
Patience is a virtue. Once my posting on fanfic.net catches up, expect the rate of writing to increase.
Sep 21, 2019
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#491
Chapter 2: Time and Space
April 9, 2007. 18:32:17. Timeline 1.
The man looked up from his watch and observed the clearing in front of him.
The view was majestic. A lush clearing filled with perfectly green grass extended in his view for miles, eventually meeting with a series of gigantic purple mountains in the distance. The sky was a brilliant blue, the sun was a fierce orange: it was so picturesque, it almost looked fabricated.
He felt the tremors going out across the multiverse, the sensation of them all being reset reverberating through his gut.
But not here. Here, time flowed… weirdly. It didn’t obey the same scheme that everywhere else did. That’s what made his place so special, after all.
The man sighed, and retreated into his own home. He picked up the old-school telephone on his kitchen counter, the kind that plugged into the wall, the one that he was never supposed to use unless he truly needed to.
He heard a rustling behind him, a presence. “Ah. Hello, Phone Guy. Long time, no see.”
The man turned and looked at the newcomer.
Michael Afton did not seem like a physically imposing man. His face was sallow, and he sagged a little in the purple uniform he always wore. The look in his eyes, though, was terrifying. They danced with the madness of a person who had seen so much horror that they had grown to love it.
“Tim,” Michael replied. “Good to see you.”
“Let’s skip the pleasantries,” Tim replied. “It’s time for you to repay your favor.”
“Oh, goody. And what would that entail?” said Michael.
Tim grinned. “Take me to your home world. FNAF. 1983. Fredbear’s Family Diner.”
Michael rolled his eyes. “And I’m assuming that you’re not going to tell me why you need to go there?”
“Of course not.”
Michael sighed inwardly. “Alright. Grab my hand.”
Tim grasped Michael’s long, slender fingers.
“3… 2… 1…”
An instant after he said the final number, a gut-wrenching sensation pulled Tim backwards, back into that space between the worlds that one could never get used, and the two of them were going, going, going.
A second later, or possibly many years, the duo popped into existence in front of a small building. A wooden sign said, “Fredbear’s Family Diner.” Lights flickered behind the windows, and the screams and cries of delight from children inside echoed.
“Anything else, Tim?”
“I’ll send you a call if I need you.”
Michael smiled. It wasn’t a healthy smile. “Alright, then.”
And he disappeared.
Tim stared up at the building for a moment, then walked inside, ready to wreak vengeance.
Sep 21, 2019
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#492
I am very intrigued right now. Looking forward to seeing more of this!
Sep 21, 2019
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#493
Sorry that this came out a tad late. Chapter 3 comes out on Friday, September 27.
Thanks, Jason. Both for your kind comment, and the fact that you posted, which means I can now post this post without breaking community guidelines.
hitthepin wrote:
Chapter 1
Freddy lay on the ground, sparks flying all over him, badly smashed. He feebly raised his right hand as if to try to throw one last microphone.
POW. Freddy closed his eyes and didn’t open them again.
Bendy had shrunk to the size of a mouse, but he was still fighting, still throwing globs of ink, pathetically tiny as they were.
POW. Bendy became a smear of ink in the grass.
Cuphead staggered to his feet. Barely hanging on. He got up and began to fire, the weak peashooter blasts flying through the air oh-so-slowly.
POW. Cuphead’s head broke apart and fell on the ground in three pieces, clacking. His cartoon eyes faded until they began dark, hollow sockets, nothing more than normal silverware.
The man turned. Only one left.
“Come on, Frisk,” he taunted. The girl shook. He drunk it all in, all the pleasure, all the triumph of his revenge. “Just give me your soul, and all of this will be over,” he said laughingly.
He took a step forward.
Quick as lightning, she brought up the menu. It’s two options, “Continue” and “Reset” still there, as always.
“Frisk, don’t you dare -“ the man growled.
She pounded the Reset button for all that she was worth.
As the world began to fade away and the two of them felt an otherworldly tug in their guts, Frisk managed a laugh.
The man was furious. “I’ll be back!” he yelled. “I’ll remember! I’ll learn from my mistakes, and I’ll be back!”
Frisk looked back at him, dead in the eye. “So have I.”
And the world disappeared.
Frisk woke up in a bed of golden flowers.
She sat up quickly. “I need to warn them, I need to warn them!” she whisper-yelled to herself, getting up and brushing herself off.
And so, the battle began.
Due to the setup of this piece, I assume frisk is at some point going to be taken over by Chara? Most notable men who like taking souls are Joey Drew, likely not due to bendy's soul being extracted. Michael Afton and Tim (both FNAF characters) have a... tendency for soul searching, so chapter 2 should give us a good lead on these befuddlements presented to us in chapter 1
Thesaurus btw
edit: Wrong tim. Tim is from Br**d. But Tim is the one who can time travel. Why.
Sep 21, 2019
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#495
No, Frisk is not going to be taken of by Chara. Yet.
No, this is not Joey Drew doing soul stealing. That's your Joey, not mine.
Hey, how'd you know Michael was going to be in this?
Sep 21, 2019
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#496
hitthepin wrote:
Sorry that this came out a tad late. Chapter 3 comes out on Friday, September 27.
Thanks, Jason. Both for your kind comment, and the fact that you posted, which means I can now post this post without breaking community guidelines.
Sure thing lol
Sep 21, 2019
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#497
RIP my twenty-post long analysis pages I used to do.
And by the way, I accepted your request.
Sep 21, 2019
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#498
hitthepin wrote:
RIP my twenty-post long analysis pages I used to do.
And by the way, I accepted your request.
Yeah RIP. I'll have to break it up now by commenting on each one lol
And cool, I didn't check today, so thanks for letting me know
hitthepin wrote:
No, Frisk is not going to be taken of by Chara. Yet.
No, this is not Joey Drew doing soul stealing. That's your Joey, not mine.
Hey, how'd you know Michael was going to be in this?
Soul stealing is literally marked in the canon of Joey Drew. He contains Alice's soul in Angel Alice, and that's why they didn't turn out like Bendy.
Yet. It can happen and it's a very useful plot device due to frisk having to rely on violence, gaining exp. Because in deltarune, the Spade King can't be killed by pacifism. There will be a monster here that has that attribute. Chara is coming.
I watched every single FNAF game theory
Nothing escapes the all seeing lore eye
hitthepin wrote:
Chapter 2: Time and Space
April 9, 2007. 18:32:17. Timeline 1.
The man looked up from his watch and observed the clearing in front of him.
The view was majestic. A lush clearing filled with perfectly green grass extended in his view for miles, eventually meeting with a series of gigantic purple mountains in the distance. The sky was a brilliant blue, the sun was a fierce orange: it was so picturesque, it almost looked fabricated.
He felt the tremors going out across the multiverse, the sensation of them all being reset reverberating through his gut.
But not here. Here, time flowed… weirdly. It didn’t obey the same scheme that everywhere else did. That’s what made his place so special, after all.
The man sighed, and retreated into his own home. He picked up the old-school telephone on his kitchen counter, the kind that plugged into the wall, the one that he was never supposed to use unless he truly needed to.
He heard a rustling behind him, a presence. “Ah. Hello, Phone Guy. Long time, no see.”
The man turned and looked at the newcomer.
Michael Afton did not seem like a physically imposing man. His face was sallow, and he sagged a little in the purple uniform he always wore. The look in his eyes, though, was terrifying. They danced with the madness of a person who had seen so much horror that they had grown to love it.
“Tim,” Michael replied. “Good to see you.”
“Let’s skip the pleasantries,” Tim replied. “It’s time for you to repay your favor.”
“Oh, goody. And what would that entail?” said Michael.
Tim grinned. “Take me to your home world. FNAF. 1983. Fredbear’s Family Diner.”
Michael rolled his eyes. “And I’m assuming that you’re not going to tell me why you need to go there?”
“Of course not.”
Michael sighed inwardly. “Alright. Grab my hand.”
Tim grasped Michael’s long, slender fingers.
“3… 2… 1…”
An instant after he said the final number, a gut-wrenching sensation pulled Tim backwards, back into that space between the worlds that one could never get used, and the two of them were going, going, going.
A second later, or possibly many years, the duo popped into existence in front of a small building. A wooden sign said, “Fredbear’s Family Diner.” Lights flickered behind the windows, and the screams and cries of delight from children inside echoed.
“Anything else, Tim?”
“I’ll send you a call if I need you.”
Michael smiled. It wasn’t a healthy smile. “Alright, then.”
And he disappeared.
Tim stared up at the building for a moment, then walked inside, ready to wreak vengeance.
The start of this chapter resembles one of the chapters in braid, I think. Plus the same mechanics exist. That's why Tim is here. And why it's in 2007.
Vengeance means revenge. He was here before, but do to the world hopping mechanism, it currently isn't clear how that is possible and what he lost.
You deleted all the old chapters.
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I see