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rainbowfic2025-08-20 09:18 pm
himejoshiheart) wrote in rainbowfic2025-08-20 09:18 pm
bitcrush destroys abandoned buildings in a somewhat irresponsible manner
Author: Chibi
Story: TSS (The Space Station)
Color: Stop Sign Red (authorized vehicles only)
Styles and Supplies: Resin + Oils (Awan Cleanup), Collage (TSS arpg), vaudeville, chiaroscuro, interactive art (the song lyrics - 1st is from 'Bite Me', 2nd and 3rd are from 'Spoken For')
Summary: see title
Prompt Reasoning: the sign, lol.
Wordcount: 822
Note: dividers by![[tumblr.com profile]](https://www.tumblr.com/favicon.ico)
cafekitsune ! also you can tell which part i wrote first and before The Tragedy and which parts i wrote. after. ALSO kwz/bitcrush was made by beloaf/clippy!!! they r my character but their design lol
Today, as the days on Awan have been being recently, was a busy day full of demolishing buildings, and with that, everyone needed all the help they could get.
With that in mind, the spacecats in charge of handling the heavy machinery were permitted to do things regular construction workers weren't, if only because nobody could afford to fire them.
And so, therefore...
"I won't fall down, you need me!" Kwz screamed at the top of their lungs, headbanging to their funky tunes as they paid the barest minimum of attention to make sure they didn't run anyone over in the process. "We don't follow crowds, we mold them new!" They semi-purposefully (in the sense that they didn't move to prevent it) ran over a sign saying "AUTHORIZED VEHICLES ONLY" as they drove towards their target- a pile of abandoned buildings just ripe for destruction.
A glint shined in their red-and-yellow eyes as they ceased their singing to focus their attention on the wrecking ball in front of them. Their white paws glided across the controls, mind and soul solely focused on one goal and one goal only. They pressed buttons, spun dials, grabbed the two control sticks, and...
CRASH!
The pile crumbled into rubble as the wrecking ball collided. It never stood a chance against them.
Bitcrush lifted their paws up in the air in celebration. "TAKE THAT, ABANDONED BUILDINGS!"
As weeks passed, Bitcrush continued to smash abandoned buildings to pieces, whooping and cheering as their wrecking ball left only rubble where there was once ruins.
Right now, they are currently trying to chase that feeling they had the day before, the one they had before they heard the news.
"Wake up." They sing along. "Morning set in motion for me"
They pause the song for a moment to move their stereo. Their eyes take a quick glance at the newspaper leaning against the wall. 'METEORITES STRIKE SODA PLANET- OVER 100 DEAD AND MANY MORE MISSING'
The newspaper headline stares back at them. They look away and walk over to the controls, making sure to move their stereo closer to the driver's seat. "Clear cut." They sing as the music crackles back to life. "Put on the emotion guaranteed."
Their front paws glide right over to the controls, and they get into position as always, their back paws finding their places on the brake and gas pedals. "And when they drag me by my feet," They sing, a smile already forming on their face. "Pick me up and march me to the beat- Make me complete!"
They hit the gas.
Drip's parents lived in Soda Planet.
Bitcrush had visited them once. Drip offered and they accepted, and just like that, they had came for a visit.
They were nice. Lovely people. A tad bit enabling of Drip's gambling habits, but otherwise the kindest parents could be. They somewhat reminded Bit of their own parents- alongside how much of a handful bit was to them when they were young.
(Really, they'd always had the inkling they were adopted from a more hyper family into a more calmer one, even if nobody else agreed.)
Even while crushing abandoned buildings to bits, a thought still nibbled at their mind- were Drip's parents ok? And based off of Drip's behavior earlier...
"I could be a friend, or" Bit begins to sing along, paws still on their controls. They don't need to think about this right now. "I could be a foe- You make the decision, and that's all I know."
Their head bops up and down as they sing. "Oh, I could be a sinner, I could be a saint" They shake their head as they sing their next line. "Perfectly devoid of anything I ain't."
They knock down another abandoned building as the beat picks up. "I could be a martyr!
I could be a cause! I can be whatever everybody wants!" Their head bops to the beat yet again, their paws whizzing upon the controls. "Oh, I could be a canvas, I could be a doll
I don't think I'm even something real at all!"
They sing the most ironic part of the song for them as their ball collides right with another abandoned building. "I could be a woman, I could be a man, Look into the mirror, tell me what I am!"
They laugh, missing a few lyrics as they smash some more buildings into rubble, before belting out a few more.
"Oh, maybe I am nothing!" Crash!
"Maybe I am all!" Crash!
"Baby, make me something 'fore I get that call 'cause!" Their ball hits a particularly large building with a CRASH!, and Bitcrush watches as it crumbles slowly, crunching noises flowing out from the inside as it took a moment to realize the strength of the impact against it.
... And then it crumbles into powder.
Bitcrush lets out a maniacal laugh and gets back to work, their troubles forgotten.
Story: TSS (The Space Station)
Color: Stop Sign Red (authorized vehicles only)
Styles and Supplies: Resin + Oils (Awan Cleanup), Collage (TSS arpg), vaudeville, chiaroscuro, interactive art (the song lyrics - 1st is from 'Bite Me', 2nd and 3rd are from 'Spoken For')
Summary: see title
Prompt Reasoning: the sign, lol.
Wordcount: 822
Note: dividers by
Today, as the days on Awan have been being recently, was a busy day full of demolishing buildings, and with that, everyone needed all the help they could get.
With that in mind, the spacecats in charge of handling the heavy machinery were permitted to do things regular construction workers weren't, if only because nobody could afford to fire them.
And so, therefore...
"I won't fall down, you need me!" Kwz screamed at the top of their lungs, headbanging to their funky tunes as they paid the barest minimum of attention to make sure they didn't run anyone over in the process. "We don't follow crowds, we mold them new!" They semi-purposefully (in the sense that they didn't move to prevent it) ran over a sign saying "AUTHORIZED VEHICLES ONLY" as they drove towards their target- a pile of abandoned buildings just ripe for destruction.
A glint shined in their red-and-yellow eyes as they ceased their singing to focus their attention on the wrecking ball in front of them. Their white paws glided across the controls, mind and soul solely focused on one goal and one goal only. They pressed buttons, spun dials, grabbed the two control sticks, and...
CRASH!
The pile crumbled into rubble as the wrecking ball collided. It never stood a chance against them.
Bitcrush lifted their paws up in the air in celebration. "TAKE THAT, ABANDONED BUILDINGS!"
As weeks passed, Bitcrush continued to smash abandoned buildings to pieces, whooping and cheering as their wrecking ball left only rubble where there was once ruins.
Right now, they are currently trying to chase that feeling they had the day before, the one they had before they heard the news.
"Wake up." They sing along. "Morning set in motion for me"
They pause the song for a moment to move their stereo. Their eyes take a quick glance at the newspaper leaning against the wall. 'METEORITES STRIKE SODA PLANET- OVER 100 DEAD AND MANY MORE MISSING'
The newspaper headline stares back at them. They look away and walk over to the controls, making sure to move their stereo closer to the driver's seat. "Clear cut." They sing as the music crackles back to life. "Put on the emotion guaranteed."
Their front paws glide right over to the controls, and they get into position as always, their back paws finding their places on the brake and gas pedals. "And when they drag me by my feet," They sing, a smile already forming on their face. "Pick me up and march me to the beat- Make me complete!"
They hit the gas.
Drip's parents lived in Soda Planet.
Bitcrush had visited them once. Drip offered and they accepted, and just like that, they had came for a visit.
They were nice. Lovely people. A tad bit enabling of Drip's gambling habits, but otherwise the kindest parents could be. They somewhat reminded Bit of their own parents- alongside how much of a handful bit was to them when they were young.
(Really, they'd always had the inkling they were adopted from a more hyper family into a more calmer one, even if nobody else agreed.)
Even while crushing abandoned buildings to bits, a thought still nibbled at their mind- were Drip's parents ok? And based off of Drip's behavior earlier...
"I could be a friend, or" Bit begins to sing along, paws still on their controls. They don't need to think about this right now. "I could be a foe- You make the decision, and that's all I know."
Their head bops up and down as they sing. "Oh, I could be a sinner, I could be a saint" They shake their head as they sing their next line. "Perfectly devoid of anything I ain't."
They knock down another abandoned building as the beat picks up. "I could be a martyr!
I could be a cause! I can be whatever everybody wants!" Their head bops to the beat yet again, their paws whizzing upon the controls. "Oh, I could be a canvas, I could be a doll
I don't think I'm even something real at all!"
They sing the most ironic part of the song for them as their ball collides right with another abandoned building. "I could be a woman, I could be a man, Look into the mirror, tell me what I am!"
They laugh, missing a few lyrics as they smash some more buildings into rubble, before belting out a few more.
"Oh, maybe I am nothing!" Crash!
"Maybe I am all!" Crash!
"Baby, make me something 'fore I get that call 'cause!" Their ball hits a particularly large building with a CRASH!, and Bitcrush watches as it crumbles slowly, crunching noises flowing out from the inside as it took a moment to realize the strength of the impact against it.
... And then it crumbles into powder.
Bitcrush lets out a maniacal laugh and gets back to work, their troubles forgotten.
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Anywyas I need to write about them going to soda planet to help