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TDM: JANUARY/FEBRUARY
Welcome to the Ryslig Test Drive Meme! Below are a few prompts to get you started, but you may make up any prompt you desire! Please take a look at the navigation page for rules, setting information, and links to reserves and apps. Have fun!
SCENARIO ONE
You wake up in a dark ditch, the sky cloudy overhead. Dirt cakes into your cuts and scrapes. The air is clammy and damp, and it smells like rain.
You’re in a grave. And when you sit up to inspect the tombstone marking your spot, it has your name on it. Maybe the graves next to you have the names of familiar friends, family, acquaintances. Not all of them are open like yours are. RIP.
There’s a light dancing in the distance, and you hear the jingle-jangle of heavy keys, or worse still, the gravekeeper’s massive pitchfork or shovel. If you're lucky, you can sneak out beyond his notice, and get out alone. If not - you might find yourself on the wrong end of a shovel’s swing, or worse yet, tripping headfirst in front of a pair of monstrous eyes.
SCENARIO TWO
You've stumbled your way out of the graveyard, and you're promptly besieged by the overwhelming sights and sounds of the city. Cars honk at you to get out of the street, and strangers try not to look in your direction for too long. They see your dirty clothes and scraped faces, and pretend to busy themselves with something else. Rarely, a look of pity is cast your way.
But some people try to reach out. Enterprising citizens and those that hope to curry favor with the newcomers pass out new clothes and bundles of food, asking if you have a place to stay the night, wondering about the details of the world you came from. Some are even handing out pamphlets which vary in how helpful they are--"What To Expect When You're Expecting (To Turn Into A Monster)", "Wolpertinger: Fact or Fiction?", "100% ACCURATE MONSTER QUIZ ASSESSMENT: GUARANTEED TO PREDICT YOUR MONSTER!", and "Ryslig Law In A Nutshell".
Then there are the people who aren't happy to see you at all. Glares and silent, judging stares if you're lucky, torches and pitchforks attempting to drive you out of the town if you're not. You may need a friend to help you.
SCENARIO THREE
"Seek us out," the voice whispers in your head, and before you have time to question it you've found yourself in someplace entirely alien.
Maybe it's the Fog God's ghostly town of Dyster, where exultant followers dance around bonfires and sing their praises to the skies above. Maybe it's the Fourth God's arcade, with small robots wheeling about amidst the lights and colors of old pinball machines.
Only one thing is certain: you are not alone, in this sacred place.
SCENARIO FOUR
The time has come and you've found yourself becoming a monster. Is the change instant, or gradual? Are you familiar enough with monsters to know what's happening, or is it a complete shock? Does it fit you, or does it feel incongruous with your nature? Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.
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Plus he comes from a world where hauntings are, like, super regular, so he's not going to sit here and whine about having the wool pulled off of his wet and squishy eyes about magic. If he wasn't freaked out so much right now, Freddy would be excited about the concept of a fantasy adventure.
Except...
Freddy stops touching his face to politely gesture in Souda's direction.
"You are still not human," he observes with friendly curiosity. "Why did they let you keep your shell? --Although..."
He tilts his head to the side and commands his ears to do a thoughtful wiggle. They don't.
"It does not appear that you have any seams or joints. Did the magic simply turn you organic?"
That's right: Freddy has been assuming Souda is also an animatronic this entire time.
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Man!!
He knew he looked like some kind of theme park mascot!! How much more proof can one get than a mascot robot thinking you're one of them!!!
"Y-yeah, about that," Souda groans a little, scratching his neck. Man... breaking this news to a robot feels kind of mean. He's already having trouble getting used to being a gargoyle— he can't imagine having to change to something organic and then to something different so soon after that.
"I was a human, when I got here. I mean, I was a human my whole life before I got here!" Just to clarify. "So the fog, uh, didn't have to do that first step. It just skipped to turning me into a monster, instead."
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Okay. Yeah. This makes sense. He could get behind this! The word "monster" doesn't hit any red flags for Freddy, because that's just a fantasy thing, right? Even friendly goblins and orcs would be called "monsters".
He swallows down the last of his panic and clears his throat. "Oh. I'm terribly sorry, my friend. I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself," he says, as he extends a freshly exposed fleshy hand. "My name is Freddy Fazbear. Just 'Freddy' is fine."
A warm smile comes naturally to him, despite not technically having moved in such a way before.
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But, the carefree as ever dragon is eager to shake Freddy's hand and make a new (previously robotic) friend. What more is there to look forward to in a place like this? Souda matches Freddy's smile with a much toothier one.
"Freddy, huh? Nice to meetcha," he responds with that shake, "I'm Kazuichi Souda, now-local mechanic. You-- can call me Souda, though."
He's a little used to people having a bit of trouble with the first name, and he's used to being called by his last name anyway.
"You— You really were a robot, before, right?"
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It really doesn't sound like a complaint. If anything, he sounds mildly amused. Freddy lets go of Souda's hand and finally pushes himself out of the casket he woke up in -- and thank goodness he'd already gotten his explanation from Souda about the whole becoming-human thing, because that would have been damning evidence otherwise.
"Yes, I am a robot," he answers. He plants big, goofy bear-feet on the ground and wobbles for a moment, finding that human feet made with shockingly sensitive and delicate balancing mechanisms and aren't just platforms to hold the rest of the body up. He steadies fairly quickly, but only into an awkward wide stance. He's not impossibly tall, but easily more than a head's height above most average people.
"Well...was a robot. More commonly, I would be called an animatronic. Automata would be fair game as well. Truthfully...I have no preference for what I am called."
ah... sdr2 spoilers ig... ancient spoilers
Sure, animatronics can't be trusted, especially not bears. But this particular bear has a smile as bright as Souda's old classmate Nekomaru, and has the imposing build to match. They have just the same vibe, as far as Souda can see, and suddenly he isn't associating Freddy with the Monokumas as much as he starts to think of the robot body Nekomaru'd ended up with
and that Souda had to perform an autopsy on. Oops."A whole animatronic, yeah? Man, you are gonna have a wild time," Souda comments, then squints as if maybe for half a moment it's occurred to him that might be an insensitive thing to say— but the realization passes just as quickly as it came in favor of more questions that come to mind.
"What kind of animatronic? Like, for a theme park?"
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"You have the right idea!" he says, all smiles. "Though I have not heard anyone refer to the Mega Pizzaplex as a theme park...but I think it comes close! Perhaps if it had more rides..."
He speaks of it fondly, but then reconsiders. His smile fades.
"It will be...a while until they consider such upgrades, I'm afraid."
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"What happened before ya left?"
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"It is a...long story."
If Souda hasn't heard of Fazbear, there's just too much context to fill him in first to make any of the details make sense.
"Something bad happened to my friends. My bandmates. They became...dangerous."
Freddy pauses. That's how it started, but it's not how it ended. The pain in his voice is all too obvious.
"When we got to the bottom of it, it was...too late for other options."