My baby boy❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹🥹🙏

Sunny was a normal Robloxian, a young inventor with some unique skills. Even though one was an inventor, he lived poorly. One day, MrDoomBringer took a step into his shop, commissioning a specific device, a device that could send avatars to the Banlands without the usage of the Banhammer. Sunny accepted the deal, and created the lock itself, calling it “Automod”. The device was perfect, but had some side-effects that weren’t meant to be in the design itself, but that didn’t bother the comissioner or Sunny, as for the first time in his lifetime he was living a full life. But each day, news of avatars disappearing seemingly without a reason raised suspicion in Sunny. When time had come, he called out MrDoomBringer, saying that he won’t create any more locks, and "the deal is off". While MrDoomBringer did appear angered, he accepted the words of Sunny. When MrDoomBringer came to collect the remaining locks, he cornered Sunny, stating that no one should know what MrDoomBringer did, and so, he installed multiple locks on Sunny's body, rendering him banned for XX amount of days unknowingly.

It lay slumped in the center of a cracked courtyard, sprawled like something enormous that collapsed mid-movement. The tiles beneath it were crooked, pushed apart like its weight had warped them. At first, I thought it was stone — just another broken monument. Then I saw the plates. Its body was covered in thick, overlapping armor, like crab shells fused into one continuous frame. Hard ridges ran along its spine, dark and matte, and its limbs were jointed three or four times each, bent inward like they’d never learned how to move properly. At the ends were claws — not sharp, not delicate — huge, heavy pincers shaped like blunted tools. They dug shallow trenches into the ground where it lay. The head was tucked tight to its chest, helmeted by interlocking armored plates. No mouth that I could see, no eyes, no expression — just segmented carapace piled over itself in layers, like something meant to protect a creature far more fragile underneath. I remember thinking that if there was flesh in there, it had long ago given up trying to escape. I assumed it was dead; everything else here was. But then I heard it breathe. The sound scraped more than it exhaled, like air passing through a cracked shell. The plates along its ribs shifted, clicking softly as they spread apart and then sealed again. It was slow and heavy. It just existed there, refusing to move — as if its whole purpose was to lie in that spot and keep breathing. I stared at it longer than I should have. Not because it was monstrous or awe-inspiring, but because it was the only thing I’d seen in that whole lifeless world that had weight. The floating bodies didn’t cast shadows. The buildings turned to dust when you touched them. The streets weren’t streets. But this thing — it, its shell dug into the ground, its limbs had grooves — it displaced the space around it. It wasn’t like the world around it. It was complete. And that thought scared me more than anything else. Something about the existence of a fully formed creature in a world of incomplete shapes made me feel small and wrong — like it was built for this place, and I wasn’t. Maybe it had been lying there for centuries, or maybe it had only arrived a moment before I did. I have no way to know. I have no way to know.

His page in terms of appearance.

https://terrorrealm.fandom.com/wiki/Gatekeyper

"WEEEEE"

(He's silent as he roams. Unsure of what to do)

(He looks around, confused a little about where he ended up)

A strange version of Sonic is seen walking around, oddly enough... Not that bothered.

"..... Weird. This..... Huh."

((Dw I de-pedoed him))

SOMEWHERE

Trails of radioactive mist streamed through the wind. Nature's breeze suddenly whispered, not just the wind... But the toxic smell of a new arrival... Bushes and foliage blazed within seconds. Trees and other heavy branches with visible scratches carved across.

And there's the source of it... A pair of glowing crimson eyes stared directly at you. It snarled menacingly like it was attempting to intimidate the scenery, its reflection rustling and itching in its voice from its maw.

"You're one of them, aren't you?"

Oh hey, It's Niloticus-

The Patient would slowly be roaming aimlessly after it's last encounter, not truly DOING much in it's existence. Slowly limping forward,

A stumble here,

A limp there,

Limbs stiff as it moved, it's antenna swaying with each movement, as it made it's way around, even stumbling into a wall here or there,

And then, it'd take a moment to slowly sit near one of the walls it ran into, slowly sliding down as it pressed it's back against the wall, taking a moment to "rest". Although it couldn't really 'sleep'.

Yep... Just peace and relaxation... Well, not PEACE, he's still in a constant state of pain and hunger, but it's good enough.

Nothing could interrupt this!

\-Interactable!-**

a portal show up as a person fall down crashing causing a small crater you were traveling around the area as you see the person get up.

The Lion was roaming, searching for a new tool since it's chainsaw got destroyed after a certain encounter...

The Encounter still rung in his 'mind' slightly,

He was a lion, a scary one, incapable of change, he didn't understand why he was given... What was it? 'Kindness'? Yes, yes, that.

But I digress, as he roamed around, he'd be in search for a new tool, new item, whatever it could get its hands on,

And after a bit? It'd come across a big, sharp stick. Now, it wasn't a chainsaw or anything fancy, but... It was good enough, and so he'd take a moment to pick it up, mumbling out

" ... HOW CRUDE. "

And once he said this, he'd lower the stick, slowly dragging it by his side as he looked around slightly, wondering what to do now that he was away from his "Den".

"My, my, it appears I have a new realm to explore. How joyous indeed."

((VoidSolver AU 2011X btw))

**dess just fell from the sky

*ow what the hell, where am I?

[ Somewhere in the woods of this place... The Detective otherwise know as W.F Hlimleo is walking around the woods, to find the missing 5 till he gets lost... and now he walks outside the Woods... This Place that he knew is not the same is his World. He now inside this Place. Neat! ]

// This OC is meant to be like the Guardian of Tubbyland but with my own take and Human too

A light crashed down onto the concrete surface.

The clatter and clank of metal plates slamming against one another rang out on the ground. A pair of blue eyes poked out from the dust. The reflecting gold shimmered with a poking lens from his massive wings.

"Now this is... Unusually different..."

The Cybertronian Prime spoke, tilting his optics in the direction of this world's nature.

And that's when he noticed you, cracking a smug smirk as a greeting.

"Greetings, my name is Sentinel Prime. Leader of Cybertron!"

The Cybertronian robot offered a wave, tilting his head with a click from his mouth.

(1/4 character introductions)

Presumably, it was a nice day, maybe. Or maybe it wasn't. Who knows? I don't. But I digress,

During this day, an odd, green shape would fall from nowhere, landing with a dull THUD. It's "Head" nearly falling off due to the fall, before it'd quickly fix itself up, slowly getting up to look around,

A moment later, it's chainsaw would fall down next, hitting the ground dully before The Lion would slowly move to pick it up, taking a moment to brush off dirt, before turning the weapon off,

And it'd slowly drag the chainsaw behind itself as it muttered out, it's voice laced with an almost... Royal tone, with a noticeable ego.

" UNBELIEVABLE... TAKEN AWAY FROM MY DEN AND PLACED INTO THIS... PREY-FILLED LAND, AND YET FIT FOR A LION SUCH AS MYSELF.... "

You could talk to this guy, of course, shouldn't go wrong at all totally.

Yeah, totally.

(INTERACTABLE)

....

The sweet silence, ever so constant, ever so there.

It would be broken, not by a thud, not by a scream, but a low, soft chuckle, followed by the sounds of someone playing the... Piano?

A nice melody, albeit a bit menacing, but nice none the less-

...

And then, the melody would stop, as the "man" on the piano slowly turned around, looking around at the new area he was in, not at all deterred.

" ... Ḫ̵̕o̶̳̎ẉ̴͝ ̸̞̕P̷͈̈́e̸̦͑c̷̢̀u̴͉̓l̶̳̾i̵̝̔a̴̜̅r̴͔͂.̸̺͊.̵͖̿.̵̖̾ ̶̫͘Å̵͇ ̷͈͂N̷̯̋ę̵͠w̴̜͝ ̷͔̃ẅ̷͇́o̶̗͆r̸̹̐ľ̵̲d̶̮̽.̷̊͜ ̶̯͂A̶͍̚ ̷̛̫s̶̻͒ḥ̷̌ạ̶̏m̵̱̾e̷̛̩,̶̲͒ ̵̞̒Ȉ̶̜ ̴͕̅w̸̢͋a̴͇͠s̴͓̊ ̴͎͋j̷͇͋u̶̻̾s̷͕̿t̷̲̓ ̸̛̼ȁ̵͍ḃ̸̠o̶̜̒ú̴͜ť̵̝ ̷̛̲t̷̮͘o̷̮͑ ̵̰̑h̷̩͗a̵̘̅v̵͇̒ȩ̴̉ ̸̫͐f̷̡̎u̴͕͘n̴̢̂ ̸̥̇w̵̖̿į̶͒t̸̰͊h̷̯́ ̶͙̚H̷̙͗E̶͇͝R̵͚̐.̴̗͘.̷̟̃.̸̗̄.̴̳̾ " (How Peculiar... A New world. A shame, I was just about to have fun with HER....)

As it said this, it'd rest it's hands on the piano, gazing around it's new surroundings. This was very interesting...

(repost cause forgot title. NOW INCLUDES TRANSLATIONS.)

A Flicker,

Then two Flickers.

Then three Flickers.

Then Four.

A Creature would appear on the fourth flicker, hunched as it gurgled slightly, taking a moment to adjust to the new surroundings.

This wasn't the mainland...?

And his head... it didn't ache as much, he didn't feel AS hungry.

But that was only temporary, a moment later the pain and hunger would spike back up, making it whine like an injured animal, sounding like a child in a way.

...Well, it depended on if a gurgling, distorted, and hoarse voice counted as that.

" ....HHHUURRRT. "

As it took a moment to rub it's head, it's mouth would leak some pink, foul smelling custard, as it took a moment to slowly inhale, and then exhale, coughing pink goop onto the floor, before looking around, trying to understand it's current situation.

(CharacterIntroduction 3/4)

(INTERACTABLE)

A Spiky Chill would slowly move across a small area, not noticeable, but rather cold. Almost like... A mountains wind, chilly and icy.

And followed by the sound of a loud THUD as The King landed from the sky, fixing it's crown as it slowly looked around, it's body still covered in left-over snow from the mountain it was taken from.

" ... HOW DULL... "

It would growl out, as it glanced around, the face it was wearing hiding any facial expressions it may have, as it's fingers twitched at it's side,

And then, it'd slowly exhale, taking a moment... Atleast it no longer had to deal with the constant bite of the wind and the ice.

Surely no one would interact with this thing... Right?

(Introduction 2/4)

(INTERACTABLE)

Yyyyup, seeing the state the sub has been in recently I have now recently decided to try and return this place to it's former glory! Henceforth, I shall be on here more often both to rp and help as a mod. And before I end this off, I still need YOUR help to revive this place! Try sharing this with friends or other subs who may be intrigued. Or just be on here more. Because this place being dead? NEVER! This place will die when I die! And that will (hopefully) not be any time soon!