zooble (stupid name ik), 22, any pronouns. found out how to get online 👍 couldn’t remember my old tumblr login info tho (rp blog run by @charrators)
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M!A: It's okay we won't hurt your kid hehe
good.
Buddy: *doses back off assuming it's a dream*
M!A: *continues mocking as they open a portal for Zooble*
Awwwwww we got a little crybaby over there?
ugh. shut up.
Buddy: Ok...... are you gonna come back?
yeah, eventually. you probably shouldn’t follow me.
M!A: *evil laughter, makes them start marching*
Buddy: *woken up by the noise and stares confused*
Zooble... what's happening?
don’t worry about it buddy
M!A: *makes Zooble stand up straight in that soldier pose again*
Buddy: *gently rolls over*
oh god not this again
(ooc) permission for the m!a to cause chaos?, dw buddy will be safe lol.
(ooc) permission granted o7
M!A voice: *manifests and mockingly says*
Awwww how wholesome
don’t you (🎉) dare.
Buddy: *asleep on Zooble's lap, having finally calmed down after such a stressful first week*
(They’re being as reassuring as possible.)
If you can't handle me at my worst (really bad) then you don't deserve me at my best (slightly less really bad)
Buddy: *tearfully smiles at this validation*
Can we watch the cartoons to
make me better..?
of course.
Buddy: But I am, im a weak crybaby who cant fight back....
you’re in a scary situation, crying doesn’t make you weak. and you shouldn’t have to fight a grown (🎉) man
Buddy: Im sorry im so weak...
you’re not weak.
Caine: *disappears*
Buddy: *crying turned to sniffling*
it’s ok, it’s ok...
Caine: Hmmmmmmmmmmmm, I know, he gets the fast food adventure!
(They smirk evil style. Woe, minimum wage labor be upon him.)
Caine: Oh hahaha, silly Jax.
is there seriously nothing you can do about him? he treats us all like (🎉)
Caine: *pops in, sees Buddy upset and eyes fill with rage*
WHO DID THIS?!?!
it was jax. he thought they were an npc WHICH THEY’RE NOT JUST SO WE ARE CLEAR
(They instinctively take a sort of protective stance over them, knowing how Caine can misunderstand things and what happened to Gummigoo.)
Jax: Suuure, as real as Gummigoo was to Pom Pom
*leaves*
Buddy: *starts to cry again*
(They kneel down on the ground, holding the kid in their arms.)
buddy i am so sorry, he’s just a jerk
Jax: *punches Buddy thinking they're an NPC, causing them to fall face first into the floor*
Don't get too attached Zooby, remember Pomni and the weird alligator?
*laughs as he walks off with a pep in his step*
JAX WHAT THE (🎉) IS WRONG WITH YOU THIS IS A REAL KID
Buddy: Everyone here's so nice, we all treat eachother like royalty.
*hugs Zooble*
(They hug them back, hoping Jax is at least decent to them.)
Buddy: *doesn't know what royalty free means*
CARTOONS FOR ME, IM ROYALTY HERE?!
*their face lights up as they wipe their tears, somehow it boosts their confidence*
(They smile, deciding to go with it.)
yep!
Buddy: *that alone seems to calm them down a bit*
Can I watch things with you? something quiet and relaxing...
of course. i think caine keeps some old royalty-free cartoons around here somewhere...
(Whoever made the circus apparently didn’t want to deal with copyright, so now everyone has to live like they’re in Skinamarink.)
Buddy: pinkie promise?
pinky promise.
(They hold out their pinky finger.)
Buddy: *thinks they said something wrong*
I'm sorry for being bad, i'll be good...
no! no, it’s not you, promise.
Buddy: I don't know, what do you do when you're sad or scared...
um....
(The answer is that they close themself off emotionally, but that seems like bad advice.)
Buddy: I don't wanna go back to bed, can we do something?
sure. what do you wanna do?
Buddy: I had a nightmare....
oh...i’m sorry. anything i can do?
Buddy: *stumbles to door to open it as best they could, peaking through the small opening they made, face red from crying*
hey. are you doing ok?
Buddy: who's there....?
it’s zooble. uh, is everything ok in there?
Buddy: *wakes up a few evenings later, screaming from a night terror about their past*
MAMA!!!!!
*remembers that she's gone and hides under the blanket, gently sobbing for her*
(There’s a knock on their door.)