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Genuine questions I have for characters: Autodale edition.

For the mayor of autodale:

ARE YOU OKAY? LIKE DOES YOUR BODY HURT FROM DECAYING?

What's it like being with the matriarch? You have a giant wire attached to you that leads to her.

Do you eat or is your food injected into you? Or is it like a feeding tube situation?

Was that your daughter we saw you carrying during your flashback?

How are you able to talk? Your mouth isn't visible.

How do you sleep? Do you just sleep on that throne of yours or do you have somewhere comfortable to rest?

What is your relationship with shadow? Are you guys friends? Do you talk with each other?

Do you have some sort of caretaker? If so who?

What's your favorite color?

Can you still taste things?

Do you have any specific mental illness?

For the friendly shadow:

Are you able to ingest food? We see you can drink but can you eat?

Are you able to have like diseases or get sick? Im just saying, You smoke a lot of cigars.

Are you fully water proof? Like can you can take baths or swim without getting affected?

How do you recharge? Do you just sleep or do you have like some sort of system where you have to plug yourself to get charged?

How do you look when you smile? Do you smile?

Are you scared of hive? How do you generally feel about her?

What do you look like without your hat? Are you bald?

Do you have taste buds? DO YOU EVEN HAVE A TOUNG?

Can you cry? Do you have tear ducts?

Are you aloud to freely walk outside?

Do you live inside the tower?

Do you have a room? If so do you clean it?

Are you homophobic? (This was my first question that came to mind idk why)

Do you have any mental illness?

For Hive:

What's it like being yk... body-less?

Do you rot like the mayor does?

Does the mayor physically visit you?

Do you guys talk to each other?

Are you also attached to the matriarch like the mayor is?

What is your goal for autodale?

Why do you continue this cycle even though there is life out there?

Do you feel guilt?

Are all of your emotions made into a separate person/ giant mechanical head thing?

Can you move your mouths?

What is your overall relationship with the mayor and Shadow?

Did the other exceptional people before the woman have a choice to become a part of hive? Or were the forced to be one with hive?

Do you have tearducts?

How do you eat? Can you eat? DO YOU NEED FOOD AT ALL?

Are you solely powered by electricity? Or is there another source like sleep?

Do you need sleep?

Are the other hive heads you or are they other people?

Do you wish to have limbs and walk?

How...how do you live with yourself. How do you not show any guilt? After all these years, how?

For the matriarch:

Are you okay?

Do you wish to keep living?

What do you think about the mayor?

What do you think about hive and Shadow? Do you know who they are?

Do you understand them? Do you understand me?

What was it like before the plauge/sickness.

Who were your other kin?

Were you considered a God?

Are you in constant pain?

Do you like your new form? Would you go back to your previous one?

What is your overall relationship with the mayor?

Do you wish to be free?

Do you need rest?

I truly wonder what their answers would be. How do you think they would answer these questions?

homophobia on both sides of the family, had a secret relationship with a girl. Her parents found out and forced us to break lol.

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He was only 23. He didn't deserve the way he was treated. Accused and rumours made saying he was a groomer that weren't true at all. They were only proven to be fake after he killed himself on live. No one even let him speak to defend himself. He was undoubtedly a wonderful beam of kindness and love. Sick world we live in. Rip 🙏

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Text version.

(Inspired by @twoeyedshockwave-lol’s fanfic! Hope you like it!)

Chapter 5

(Mild cursing)

"I swear I saw his eyes move."

"I'm pretty sure it's nothing."

"Urgh, why is he so heavy?"

"Ugh he's not so heavy."

Shadow opens his eyes slightly and listens to the voices. He couldn't feel anything. Not even his face or his hands. Even though he could open his eyes he couldn't see anything. It was all just a messy blur of color for him. He then noticed the horrible smell that lingered through his nose. He was repulsed by the horrible smell but couldn't tell what the smell was, nor could he tell where he was. Shadow tried to move but he couldn't. He was too weak to move any of his limbs. Something was holding his wrists and his ankles but he couldn't tell what was. In desperation, he then tried to call for help from Hive. But the intercom In his head was pulled out. The realization hit him like a trainwreck. He realized that he was alone and at the mercy of whoever was the captor.

Panic spurred through his mind and he let out a whimper. He then was dropped onto the floor making a splash on impact. Shadow hit his head on the wet concrete and his mind went blank again. The last thing he heard was a panicked voice saying that he was still alive.

Silence fills the smelly air of a room with a long table that sits in the middle. The table had many papers scattered across the surface and a lot of trash piled up under the table. A man sat at the end of it, tapping his foot rhythmically onto the concrete floor. He sat there with an empty expression painted on his face. He had noticeable dark bags that blended underneath his brown eyes.

He held a paper in his hand with what seemed to be a map of Autodale. There were lines and x-marks scribbled all over it and There were notes scribbled on the sides in what seemed to be his handwriting. None of the words were legible except for the word "failure" in each sentence that was written.

The man sighs and stares at the words failure that he wrote all over the map. "Plan F doesn't work either." He mumbled to himself, his voice had an emotionless tone. Not even a hint of anger or sadness is present in his speech, just utter emptiness. He then slams the map down onto the table and slides it across the table into a big pile of maps that have been scribbled on. Who knows how long he's been trying to find a solution? A year? Two years? A decade? The man doesn't even know himself, only God knows.

"Charles...?" Sandra mutters through the door and opens it slowly. He flinched at her voice and quickly changes his expression and his posture. He turns to the door and smiles softly while clearing his throat. The door then fully opens to reveal Sandra, she was visibly angry and shaking a little. Charles' smile then fades away slowly, "I need to talk to you." She said in a serious tone as she stretches her arm to the doorframe. Charles then sinks into his chair and gains the courage to say something back. "I need to talk to you too Sa-

"I couldn't kill the friendly shadow."

Silence then floods the smelly room again. Sandra looks down at the floor in disappointment and leans closer to the doorframe. Charles on the other hand stared at Sandra with pure confusion and shock. He then stands up and walks to Sandra. She then looks up at him, "You're, you're not mad...?" She mumbles and tightens up her stance. "Me? Mad? Absolutely not! I'm, I'm overjoyed!" He cheered and got closer to Sandra.

She then retaliates away from him and looks at him with utter confusion. "What- why are you happy about this Charles? He's our enemy." She scoffs and gave him a weirded-out glance. "Well, he can be an ally! A powerful ally and he can help us!" Charles argues in a delighted tone. He then tries to walk out the door so that he could speak with Shadow. Sandra then steps in front of him and pushes him back into the room, "Wha- hey what are you doing Sandra?"

"Charles, this is a stupid plan! This isn't some comic or fantasy. This is reality! He could betray us or even kill all of us! There is no damn chance he is gonna agree to help us!"

"Then what do you suppose we do with shadow then."

Sandra then pauses and her eyes pace around the room. She thinks to herself and crosses her arms before coming up with her answer to Charles. "We kill him for real." Charles then facepalms and groans, "No Sandra, that's completely off the table now." Charles argues and continues to try and walk away from her. She steps in front of him again and they both make eye contact. Both stared intensely and tried to assert dominance over each other. Sandra then takes a deep breath of the smelly sewer air and exhales in anger, she gave in and loosens her stance.

"Alright, alright...you win. But if he doesn't comply or tries anything funny, I'm going to kill him on the spot. Deal?"

The sound of an old record player scratched against the groves of a large black disk. A hand then switched the record on and the melody of a piano started to softly play. The person then started to hum along with the melody. They were tall and had no scars or imperfections. They wore a yellow apron contrasting with the grey walls and dark navy blue furniture.

She then extends her hand out to Charles and offers a handshake to him. Charles hesitated to shake Sandra's hand and stares at it for a while. He thought about Sandra's deal. "It's a fair deal." He sighs and shakes Sandra's hand, ensuring their deal. They then both walked down the sewer hall to where they always kept new guests.

During the deal with Sandra and Charles

The person then took a broom that was propped up from the corner of the room and started to sweep the dust and debris off the floor and into a dustpan that they held. Everything was perfect for them. The way the severed handymen's heads were hung on the wall, the navy blue seat that sat in the corner, the light green plants that hung from the ceiling, the little side table that sat next to the seat and held the record player in place, everything was just perfect.

"HEY CECIL! YOU WANT ANOTHER DECORATION?!

"GAH, WHAT THE FUCK SAGE!? KNOCK FIRST DUMBASS!" Cecil yelled back at Sage while recovering from being started by them. He then notices what Sage was dragging behind their back and he panics in his head. "Uh...sage that's not a robot." He mumbles while dropping his broom in disbelief. "Sage, that's a person." He continues and confusion washed over his face. He wasn't frightened of the sight of a dead person or a thing, he was just deeply confused and pissed about why they brought it here.

"A person? Oh pfft- no I can assure you this thing isn't a human." They laughed and started to drag Shadow inside the room. Sage then knelt and so did Cecil. They both looked down and examined Shadow's face. "No way! It's the dude from uh, that one show from my childhood!" Cecil smiled and got up to set up a folding chair. "I'm pretty sure it's just regular interrogation, either that or Sandra and Felicity handed me a dead body in the middle of the hall and told me to take it here so that you can make him into one of your handyman plinths... I don't know, to be honest, no one ever tells me anything."

Cecil then sighs and looks down at the unconscious shadow laying on the floor. "I'm pretty sure he's here for interrogation, what a waste for such a beautiful face to miss out on being a decoration..." There then was a deafening and awkward silence between Cecil and Sage. They then scoff and laugh at Cecil "You're weird for collecting heads-"

"And you're weird for being obnoxious," Cecil argues back with Sage. They then frown and give a side eye to him. Cecil then lifts Shadow and sits him up in the metal folding chair in the center of the room. "You think we should restrain him?" He asked under his breath while adjusting Shadow in his chair. They both then stand next to each other and stand in front of shadow. "Hmm..." Sage sighed and put their hand on their hip. "Nah."

"Are you sure Sage? What if he yknow, tries to uh...does he fight like in the cartoon?"

"Meh he looks like a twink, we'll be fine." Sage laughed and walked out the door, they then pause and look back at Cecil. "Let me know if anything interesting happens at interrogation."

Cecil then scoffs "You know, we end up just killing off most of them. nothing special is gonna happen this time." Sage then chuckles and walks out the door and shuts it behind them. Cecil sighs and stares at shadows lifeless body that is slouched in the folding chair. He then bends down to shadows face and holds it with one of his hands. Cecil then examines shadows head. There were big holes in his temples and little wires that were all different colors coming out of them, there were only a few wires left in but the rest were pulled out or looked as if they were about to fall out of his head.

"Poor thing, what did they do to you?"

He then lets go of shadows face and stands straight again. "It wouldn't hurt to just lock him in here until Charles comes." He thought to himself and turned his back and walked to the door behind him. He then walked out the door and turns around to face shadow one last time.

"Goodluck, if you can hear me."

Cecil then closes the door in front of him and locked it with a key in his pocket. Cecil left Shadow alone in the guest room, not even reassuring if Shadow was truly still knocked out.

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