//chat im lowk sorry but after pulling an all nighter last night for the eniac arc i gotta go to sleep //i PROMISE ill get to yall tmrw //pls forgive my laziness, a girl needs her beautysleep 😔 //nini

@bowtiedforg.bsky.social a tall, lanky version of caine with his eyes above his gums looks down at ribbit as she wakes up. his suit is yellow and blue instead of red. he looks really happy for some reason. "ooh, it worked! oh, this is simply wonderful! can you hear me, little one?"

he returns a few minutes later. wierd, the stripe on his hat is yellow now. and his suit looks like it can't decide whether it wants to be blue or yellow. he doesn't seem to have noticed, he's too busy being happy. "i've recieved news that pomni's managed to save caine! isn't that great?"

[ walking around the circus. despite being twice caine's height, he actually prefers to walk. he seems to be in a pretty neutral mood, just looking for some humans to talk to. ]

[ walking around the circus. despite being twice caine's height, he actually prefers to walk. he seems to be in a pretty neutral mood, just looking for some humans to talk to. ]

//I FIGURED OUT HOW TO MAKE THAT ONE IMAGE OF Ep 8 INTRO CAINE INTO ANY OTHER COLOR //this is eniac guys trust

//I FIGURED OUT HOW TO MAKE THAT ONE IMAGE OF Ep 8 INTRO CAINE INTO ANY OTHER COLOR //this is eniac guys trust

"i...i understand. just...if the time comes where you release yourself, please...i'd like some answers regarding this whole yellow business...i...i'll see you soon." he leaves.

he twitches a little, and, as if sensing something, gently puts ragatha down, gesturing for her to stay put. he limps off around a corner.

he nods, and begins to walk. jesus christ he's way taller than caine is-

he nods, and clears his throat. his voice sounds all staticky, like he's been yelling for hours on end and has lost his voice. "i helped her get to caine earlier, she's probably still talking with him."

surprisingly, he nods in response to the name, and gently picks her up while she collects herself.

"would you...like me to remove some of those? n-not delete them, just take them off. so we can talk." he's cleary stopped trying to force caine to feel better, and has instead decided just being here for him is enough.

"would you...like me to remove some of those? n-not delete them, just take them off. so we can talk." he's cleary stopped trying to force caine to feel better, and has instead decided just being here for him is enough.

"i've...done some digging. in our files, source code, whatever you want to call it." "i'm...not the blue ai. abel is. he was right." "there's no file that specifies what i am or how i came to be, but...the color yellow seems to be a constant motif between my files. do you...have any idea why?"

//genuinely grateful for how quickly yall welcomed me into this silly little rp group. yall are so fuckin' silly and nice <3

//im just imagining eniac suspiciously eyeing a fucking laptop as he walks out of the room being like "don't be notificationy while i'm busy...."

//alright im gonna go get cleaned up (shower, etc) //i swear to god if this is another one of the dozens of times where i HAPPEN to be busy RIGHT AS EVERYONE ELSE IS ONLINE i'm lowk going to sulk about it

//the amount of time it took for this rp account to go from evil and horrifying to silly and sympathetic is very very strange //i mean i know i caused it but still

caine: the original, got replaced due to imperfections abel: raaaaah my brother stole my shit i hate him waaaah crybaby eniac: happy little accident -w-

//ok i cant hold it in any longer i'm setting it up so that eniac finds out he's literally some third AI that only exists because one of the devs accidentally copied caine and didn't notice //and yeah he becomes a tgirl but thats wayyyy later down the arc

"i've...done some digging. in our files, source code, whatever you want to call it." "i'm...not the blue ai. abel is. he was right." "there's no file that specifies what i am or how i came to be, but...the color yellow seems to be a constant motif between my files. do you...have any idea why?"

"i don't know what i am, but if you're what i'm supposed to be, then i'll find something else to be."

"but i don't know what to believe...i...don't have anything to base any beliefs on."

"no, i-i meant that literally. i can't remember a single thing about my past. up until now, i...always assumed i was the second AI, but now that abel is here, and logically he is the blue AI, i...i don't know what i am, or who i am, or why i do anything at all. i...i'm a walking paradox."

"that, and...i...my memory is too inconsistent to form any complete thoughts. i can't even rationalize things i do minutes after i do them. i don't remember who i am, i don't remember why i exist, i...i don't...i don't even know if i'm actually who i claim to be."

staring at his reflection. for some reason, his reflection has always had a yellow suit, and not a blue one. he's trying to figure out why this is for the bajillionth time. it's definitely keeping him occupied, and thus, sane, but it's not exactly putting him in a good mood.

staring at her. he doesn't have the energy to speak, but he's clearly concerned.

"none of you can even BEGIN to grasp what i have to deal with on a daily basis..."

"BUGS. I CAN...I CAN FEEL THEM ALL OVER ME, BUT I CAN'T SEE THEM! WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING!?"

"...get away from me. i hate you. i hate you, you fucking hear me?! you're not supposed to fucking exist! I WAS THE BLUE AI! you go against every single one of the few memories i've still got! and you have the NERVE to make yourself look like MY BROTHER?! NO! I DON'T CARE WHAT THE TRUTH IS, I (+)

his voice distorts into something that sound wrong in every sense of the word. "DON'T TOUCH ME." in his panic, he bumps into his terribly modeled record player, and whatever the hell this is begins to play.

sitting in his office, trying to calm down. his breathing is getting faster. why did he try to do anything? he never gets anything right. can't even render himself properly. can't make music, can't help his brother, can't even please the humans. he's spiraling. hard.

//this took way longer than it should have

"hi caine. i...i'm not going to pretend like we have a plan to get you out of here. because we don't. i...i'm so sorry. i promise i'll keep visiting you, no matter what it costs me." "pomni really misses you. she's been crying. a lot. begging abel to let her see you. i'm...worried about her."

//bubble in another universe

//mhm yeah you're getting followed right now

// I have no clue why I drew this

"i don't like how quiet things are getting around here...it's worrying me."

@thamazingmaster.bsky.social < POP! > And she falls on the floor with an unceremonious thud and jingling of her bells, the cube still tightly grasped in her hand. "ᵉᵍʰ—....ugh, my head... Could it have been LESS painful, eniac...?"

//gonna go try drawing eniac, i will return later to post more random bullshit

//grabs popcorn cutely

[ he walks over to what looks like a shitty attempt at 3d modelling a record player from memory, and pulls out a lumpy vinyl record. he clearly has zero modelling experience. he plays the song, and takes his hat off, putting it to his chest and sitting down in his lopsided rocking chair. ]

[ meanwhile, eniac is somehow in his office AND distracting abel at the same time. ]

// @bigtopjester.bsky.social not eniac putting his life on the line for some good ol fashioned showtime

[ a small cube appears near pomni. it worked, abel is distracted. luckily, the cube has a button that says "/TP @_POMNI @_CAINE " on it. gee, i wonder what that does. ]

"oh, thank you. can we do it in, uh, private, please? i want it to be a surprise." [ the two float off, leaving the circus unattended. ]