6 || BLINDING LIGHTS [DTAE] (OLD)

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6 || BLINDING LIGHTS [DTAE] (OLD) WELCOME ONCE MORE_ENJOY YOUR STAY !!!WEIRDCORE AND BRIGHT COLOUR WARNING!!! ___________________________________________________ 1 || ABOUT 0.1 || ART -ICON: I actually rlly like this!!! -PAGEDOLL: little,,, zig (click to hide) -DOODLE PAGE: I talking 2 my friend so it’s mostly dumb jokes we though of together -CLAY FIGURE: I might paint/fix this up later, but it’s still drying rn LMAO -THIS???: i H A T E this so much like whyyyy ☠️☠️☠️ 0.2 || BIO -Name: Zigzag / Zig -Age: Teenager [13-16] -Pronouns: He/Him -Orientation: AroAce -Species: Canine - German Shepard -Personality: Zig might come off as loud and energetic, but he’s actually very quiet and reserved. He presents himself confidently despite being a nervous wreck. In stressful situations, he freezes up, or tries to get away, even if the situation doesn’t seem as scary for others. -Notes: His eyes, ears, tongue and paw pads change colour, they change to best fit the situation and to show emotion. His ears can be floppy or pointy 0.3 || BACKSTORY “Come on- it’s free cash!!" Trevor whined, “It’s a prison, we will be working as if we were IN PRISON-“ Zig growled, “We can quit when we want- it’s not like we”re actually going to jail.” Trevor said, Zig waited a moment, he hadn’t thought of that, “What’re you so worried about? We’ll be fine!” Zig still look anxious, “I promise.”. Blue Stream Mountain, a frigid wasteland, a natural cemetery. The snow is so pure and untouched, so that if the sun shines on the snow in just the right, you could go blind. Some say the secret, mutant farming facility is hidden under the icy ground. Some have tried to dig for it, but the frozen dirt was too hard to dig through. To try and find the millions of dead bodies and revived dinosaurs, a camp was founded. It was used as a prison, but some chose to apply for a job, they got paid well, and could stay in a heated cabin, or, that’s what most thought. Trevor and Zig watched the ground beneath them get lower and lower as they boarded the plane. Clouds drifted past them. “Maybe t-this won’t be so bad.” Zig said, his eyes were wide as he stared out the window , “I told you man, everything will be alright.” Trevor laughed. The plane landed on the icy wasteland and they got off and the plane sped off. “Welcome employees," a muffled voice said. A brown cat with long spiraling horns, insect wings, and a half plague mask face stomped towards them. He was wearing a big pair of boots, but they hardly left a mark in the snow. He was short, but looked like he could definitely beat you up. "Let's skip the chitchat, you'll be in cabin B, sleep where you want." They nodded, "Well then, enjoy your stay." He said, sounding reluctant, and stomped off. Zig and Trevor looked at each other, "That was... weird-" Trevor said, Zig nodded, he was horrified. They had found their cabin, and decided where to sleep. No one else was there, but they figured the others may have been busy. Zig didn't sleep that night. The next morning, hours before sunrise, a rush of footsteps made Zig jolt awake. He rubbed his eyes, expecting to see floods of people crowd through the tent door, but as soon as he opened his eyes, there was no one there. That whole day, everything was quiet. He hadn’t seen Trevor, he hadn’t seen anyone else. There was one person he passed that walked so robotically, he thought they weren’t real. Each day passed quicker and quicker, melding into an amalgam of thoughts an experiences that all looked the same. Probably around a month into his trip, Zig started writing poetry, he would write them to get through the days, it helped him. “The sky isn’t blue, it’s just changing hue. A week, a month, I won’t wait that long. The eyes are watching me as i sing this strange strange song.” Zig started seeing the world in third person, he did t feel his emotions, he felt the world, and the cold biting into his mind. Zig didn’t care. He just needed cash. The cold got so rough on Zig’s mind, that he started to feel unreal. His world was a messy clump of colours. Before he took that last breath in the snowy wasteland he wrote something. “The gods aren’t pleased, they’ll rain acid from the sky, just to conceal their eyes.” NOTES - SOURCE: [REDACTED] Later in his life, Zig would go mad. He had spent over 100 years at the camp, before allowing the cold to eat away at his already rotting corpse of a body. It is unknown how he survived so long, but it’s said he prayed to “the eyes”, or so the other campers told. The camp had gone out of business long before Zig died, but, he continued to do his camp duties, including getting food, doing chores, and “speaking to others” although the other campers had never spoke to him, and there was no one else there 0.4 || OTHER I love this design, and I’m planning to make more entries soon!! ___________________________________________________ CHECK OUT THE DTA_SEE YOU SOON ! ! ! CLOSING ! ! !