Thanks @animal-lord24

One egg is all that is needed.

they should invent a new type of guy that enjoys water, and plays fun sports like soccer and tennis. lots of guys like water but they HATE soccer and tennis, and tons of guys play soccer and tennis, but they'll only drink milk

I always liked Spyro's wooden wings. I think his Skylanders Giants model had then and I thought they were prosthetics after winning Spyro's Adventure but they never showed up again. The longer snout and curvy horns suit him better, too.

Just a Spyro. I haven’t had much time to work on art aside from small doodles here and there.

This is the link to my (still ongoing as of writing this) Little Nightmares/FNAF: Security Breach story, "They're Just Children"

Feel free to ask me anything about the series and I'll clear things up (within reason and whenever I'm able to)

They're Just Children - Growing Up In A Warzone - Is Complete!

It didn't take too long for the kids to get settled down. Mono managed to teleport to cut Six off and they ran around a table until they both retreated underneath it. When they reappeared next to him and Chica, the Signal Child had his broken mask back on and had an arm wrapped around Six's whole body with her feet dragging along the carpet and tile while she tried desperately not to burst out laughing. She'd reformed her hood back over her face, but the bright little smile and lights of her big ruby eyes shone through the shadow and her oily raven hair.

For just a second, the big burn scar over the right of her face vanished, taking the debris tangled in her hair with it; for just a second, she was a little girl enjoying playtime. No dirt, no mud, no cuts, no bruises; no sickness, no baggy eyes, no skeletal hands; no yellow fangs, no sharpened claws, no sharp eyes on the lookout for food; just rosie cheeks and a pearly smile as her best friend dragged her out of the arcade. Chica got them to lightly wave goodbye to the DJ, who returned the gesture with a grand arm before he chattered his teeth and resumed his song in the relative peace of his portion of the Mega Pizzaplex. According to Roxanne, she and the girls were on their way to Mazercise. Mono refused to stop manhandling Six for her crimes, but she didn't mind being carried along to the other side of the Pizzaplex if he or Freddy were doing it.

By the time they got there, Cassie and Rebecca were visibly on edge. Bailey was tiredly leaning against a wall, her heavy, bloodshot eyes were barely open. Her grip on the tin baseball bat at her side was unusually loose, it was starting to slide over the carpet and hit her leg. All three of them and Roxanne lightened as they entered, especially when Mono appeared hauling his prisoner around. Rebecca's little face lit up like their final act's laser lightshow as the original raincoat girl stuck her tongue out at the other group from under Mono's arms. Cassie failed to hold back a giggle, too, but was sure to keep her distance from the Little Nightmares. Bailey became lucid enough not to miss the scene, but not much else. Her eyes were soft and her smile was warm, but her blinking was slow and her head hung low.

Read it here!

So cool

Thank you!

Signal Baby will surely make up with Signal not-Baby, right?

Not alone in being alone

Rats are friends, not food

N O M

ALL THE COLORS!

Use of color theory is nice :D

If your writing style feels messy or chaotic,

Lean into it.

Mess with the fonts. Give you writing some-

pop

And be as damn well creative and clever with the formatting, narrative progression, use of tropes or lack thereof as you want.

You

Are

Not

Obligated

Towards

Writing

A

Certain

Way.

(Especially if this is internet writing we're talking about.)

Looking at you, Fanfiction Community. You aren't responsible for fitting so rigidly into

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They're Just Children - The Real Me - Is Finished!

Rebecca's nose itched and burned as she wandered about the strange box. It reeked of death, metallic with blood, she half-expected it to be oozing blood and sludge from the corners. The arcade machine wasn't clean by any stretch of the definition, streaming dark mold from the seams between panels held together by dust-covered screw that'd been adjusted so many times the criss-cross gap in the center was completely stripped down to a smooth hole with a thin, rough lining of metal just barely keeping it useable. Similar grime was growing around the buttons and a lever-like stick beside them. The top, screen, and controls were covered in dust. Where there wasn't the stench of decay, there was a suffocating and choking fume of chemicals.

It must've seeped out of the closet as Cassie came around the corner holding her nose, her backpack abandoned in the salon for now. 'Princess Quest' she muttered in an odd mix of confusion and realization. At least one of them was a quick reader. They both looked the machine up and down expectantly, waiting for something to burst out or the butchered corpse of a child to fall out of a panel. What they found instead, behind a slightly bent sheet of metal on a hinge when they shoved it a short distance from the wall, made even less sense than the game being here in the first place. It was way lighter than they were expecting, the short screech didn't even alert Roxy that they were up to something, maybe it would've taken just one of them to move it enough.

Rather than a corpse, the interior was a bunch of wires and pipes wrapped around a cylinder and a white rectangle with a long red line in the middle was crookedly taped to the side. Disgusting heat radiated from the tube as Rebecca and Cassandra's eyes stung and noses wrinkled. The girls were quick to slam the panel shut and seal the smell and heat away, but they weren't quite done here. Why was it here? This was the last place that should have one of these games; the entire point of the wolf's part of the mall was the beauty place and the racetrack outside. The obvious answer, if it could be called that, was the Nightguard put it here. But why? None of the other machines looked or smelled or overheated like this one so it must've been important. But how? What set this one apart from the rows and rows right outside the Marionette's room? What was worth protecting?

Read it here!

Excerpt From They're Just Children

"I know you have already completed both of your games, but we believe you two would be very well-suited to this challenge." He clarified, not wanting the pair to be angrier at the normal girl who was just acting on a mix of fear and self-preservation and the newcomer who didn't have the slightest idea of what was happening, respectively.

"We can stop somewhere to look for a fresh ham." Freddy hummed and offered, deciding they probably hadn't had anything substantial since Six stole and mauled a raw steak right in front of them... And the mini bath Cassandra tried to give her.

They at least took their attention off of the girls and stared up at him with wide, cat-like eyes. A dim lapiz glow shone behind the wolf mask's eyesockets and Six's eyes burned a comparatively brighter ruby. The normal visitors may have been here for the games and shows, but that didn't mean there was no way to bribe these two. He wondered if they'd gotten the chance to try some pizza as they wandered to the maze.

It shouldn't take long for the kids who could teleport and turn into shadows, they were just wandering the rotating fabric walls and figuring out where they needed to go while waiting for the squirrel drones to arrive. Cassie took a seat next to Roxy while idly tapping her thighs, Bailey tiredly slid down the wall on the other side and lightly shut her eyes, Monty crawled up and out of the way beside her, and Rebecca causiously crept up but stayed a fair distance away from Chica with big, curious forest green eyes. The bird acted like she wasn't there as if she was dealing with a frightened kitten timidly asking for attention.

When the other Raincoat Girl finally reached her side and peeked out from her poor hiding spot, behind a chair, Chica slowly turned her head. It stuttered and seized but she got her working eye to see the timid little girl who wanted a friend when the only person she knew was by a large wolf with a mouth full of fangs. She shrank for a second, so Chica lightly patted her lap. Rebecca crawled over and tentatively rested her head on the chicken's leg.

(Got delayed by birthday shenanigans)