Good question. In all honesty, most of the options would be a big lucky break to Alex. Pokemon obviously being the more peaceful option since there are species like the Solosis Line and Deoxys he could relate with. Meanwhile Persona gives him a deeper insight into humanity alongside someone who also wishes to understand it better.

Things are a lot hopeful with the Mario/Rayman sides from how many diverse species and eldritch horrors there are that Alex wouldn’t be out of place. Rough patches are Fire Emblem/LoZ due to our protagonists’ respective situations but it isn’t so bad.

[Without consent, you have been grabbed and pulled into a warm hug.]

yessss im always happy when you come around hehe

M!A✨: [46/55]

[A beautiful blanket tent is where the beast could be found, broken fairy lights strung across the inside- a small section with a pile of sealed snacks and bottles of water, as well as a large nest of pillows right in the middle- with a smaller one next to it thanks to anons.]

[Once 4 had entered a few critters were already roaming around, but scattered due to their presence, some hiding in the nest, others hiding behind objects or in small burrows built of pillows.]

[Right near a wall- a striking red and white dragon wearing bandages and torn clothes carrying pale primary colors could be seen, laying down protecting what seemed like… a poppy flower? He wore a ripped up jester hat with stuffing spilling from it, and a torn shredded tail coat- also bearing similar scratches as the hat.]

[Hearing the words come from 4’s mouth, he perked up, head raising up from the floor while his tail coiled around the flower protectively.]

i do go by that name, yes..

[His voice was soft and raspy. He used olivers voice, but what else could he use? He wasn’t artificial, he was organic- though it was surprising he as a dragon could talk at all..]

the anons were right.. there are more of us…

[Quietly, he mumbled to himself, looking away to the flower for a moment, then back at 4.]

have you been numbered yet? who are you sided with- if you’re one of us that are sided with JOY then leave now. any one of that disgusting creatures’ kind is not welcome here.

[Then.. he spoke harshly when mentioning JOY. His voice raised as his gaze hardened. He looked.. upset at the idea of 4 being part of JOYs little… cohort.]

M!A✨: [45/55]

i-i can’t be-lieve it either- *sob*- *hic*- i miss… i-i miss him s-so much..

[He rubbed his eyes and wiped away a couple tears, sniffling and sobbing still at the news.]

i ho-ope hes s-sa-fe.. *snf*… *hic*…

[He choked on his words still, speaking through broken gasps of air and tears.]

M!A✨: [44/55]

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

[He stomped forward, clawing at the ground as smoke exited his nostrils. God he was so done with this.]

M!A✨: [35/55]

[Insert his aggressive nodding while pulling you towards him and wrapping himself around you in a snake like hug]

yiss

M!A✨: [34/35]

Uhhh ….

( TW: mention of Blood + Experiments - also we are calling Player!Star Reed-)

I imagine at some point down the line, I imagine Reed may have lost her tail.

How exactly? Mommy Long Legs trying to pull Reed with her to her death but failing? One of the small smiling critters managing to pull hard enough? Yarnaby biting it off? Or possibly the Prototype grabbing her by the tail and ripping it off .

And while we are at it, I imagine one of Reed’s horns are cracked. Probably from hitting the ground too hard or smacking the wall.

While at we are also at it….

Probably Blood on her clothes from previous chapters.

Just realized something though.

Reed’s concept is actually interesting, because Reed Is a version of Star and Star was a lab experiment. So I feel like Reed could see WHY they have anger towards those scientists… But at the same time she knows it’s WRONG, especially for the ones who have ever even been down to play care.

She knows she can’t compare herself to the toys and what they have gone through but she might at least try to understand on a level.

The Lamborghini Sesto Elemento concept supercar prototype showcases cutting-edge design and performance.

A French Caudron C.74 airliner prototype photographed November 10th 1922 at Paris–Le Bourget Airport

This aircraft was the only example of its kind in service and fatally crashed four days after the photo date when a propeller detached in flight.

prototype translation (dios)

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You’re just piling up sad things,
testing how far you can go
Throwing away all things important, one by one,
and walking together with the pain

Defeated by a shapeless anxiety,
I’m afraid of sceneries unknown to you
Only the eerie, overly tall streetlights watch me
Ah, they’re so unreliable
So what? I chose this myself
Just how many times do I have to forget that before I’m satisfied?
The piled up time has festered in sadness
And the illusory ‘you’ says again-
“It’s time”

The correct answer disappeared, and years have passed
I finally realized that it was like that from the start
It feels like I’m walking on clouds,
I see you inside the scattered reflections

Let’s fly to a sea we don’t know
I’ll never forget the day I saw the first rays of light
inside the cramped prototype
There was a world all to myself in there
I felt I could forget even about losing you,
then it was morning

“If you fall just like this, it’ll get easier”, whispered the devil
But there were tears welling up even in its eyes
Escaping the paradise of 'searching for a culpring’
My hands trembled as I gripped the control stick

I jumped into the darkness and looked into your eyes
The day of forgiveness will never come, and yet
I thought for myself and jumped by myself,
to shake off your ghostly presence

I can’t forget, and yet I can only move forward
The conflict that filled the cramped prototype
Your hands can no longer touch mine
Gathering only all the things I can never give up,
so I can stay myself
It was a necessary and indispensable dark night

Let me dance in the crescent sky
A dance for no one else
Let me dance in the crescent sky
A time just for me

In a world without answers, I, I-
I flew alone, as if escaping from the scenery where your mirage lingers

Let’s fly to a sea we don’t know
I’ll never forget the day I saw the first rays of light
inside the cramped prototype
There was a world all to myself in there
I felt I could forget even about losing you,
then it was morning

You’re just piling up sad things,
testing how far you can go
Throwing away all things important, one by one,
and walking together with the pain

The Mercedes-Benz W118 and W119 were prototypes developed in the early 1960s to create a compact, front-wheel-drive entry-level Mercedes. The project was ultimately cancelled to avoid competition with Mercedes’ then-subsidiary, Auto Union, who were given the blueprints to update their range. Then, when Volkswagen purchased Auto Union from Mercedes-Benz in 1964/65, these designs were used to create the Audi F103 series.

Prototype in a dress because I’ve never seen prototype in clothes (⁠˘⁠･⁠_⁠･⁠˘⁠)