CURSE YOU HEDGEHOOOG (think that's what she is O.o)

needs moar secks :3

Yes, hedgehog like.
Uber HAWT by the way.

Making Shaymin rather delicious X3

>>Make sure Error doesn't use the condom
Error follows his WWPHD idea and vows to never use the condom... it's all bareback for him!

cute

oh fuc-

What the fuck

A horrible abomination onto the world, but expected.

:<

Kill......must kill, with FIRE.
Anyway it's *shudders* cute *vomits* :barf: .
I really hate saying cute when I mean it.

But... but... gah, I'm afraid to say it.

Dun dun dunnnnnnnnnnnnn~

Cute cute kawaii cute!

Somewhere there is a little greyish blackish dog lost and confused.
I need to doodle here more often aaa

Hot damn~ <3

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

Hawt :3

also oh shit was that a reference to Zaia, Tik?

...Oh god wait Zaia! D8!!!

d'aaaww

Yayz

Yes it was Whiskies
QUICK GO FIND HIM AND SHOW HIM THAT YOU STILL LOVE HIM AAAA

Wow, cute. >_&gt

That's so cute X3

:(

>M-M-M-M-M-M-MOOODDBREAKER

>>Hug.
Whiskers coughs up some dust as she shakes her head and blinks in an attempt to clear her vision. As her eyes clear, she suddenly finds herself face to face with Error staring up at her. She must have landed right on top of him in the commotion... The pair stare awkwardly at each other in silence, still shaking from adrenaline.

"Uh... thanks..."
"N-no problem..."
They both feel their cheeks beginning to get warmer until-

'WUFFZPUH!!'
The creature's voice howls from beyond the collapsed metal door.

"NO U!!!" The both of them shout in unison while pointing angrily at the collapsed door.

Also of course everyone starts fanarting when the suggestive stuff starts |3~

Obviously

>Suggests we should gtfo this general area

>Look around in a manly manner.
Also use less airbrushings goddamnit!

also >check if error did breathe in the corn that decorated his masculine nostrils so sufficiently.

Nice sound effect o_o
WUFFZPUH!

Fan art lol
After panting error realizes whiskers hand position and quickly rifles through his inventory.
"not the time for that..."
<:[

For a second I thought this was an actual update. XD

It relieves stress!

NOT THE TIME FOR THAT

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFWHATFFFFFFFF

/r/ Error/Whiskers 34 pl0x

I second that request. O:

>>Continued...
Whiskers rushes to squeeze through the shrinking bloody crawl space.

"HURRY!!"
"HELP ME!!"
"TAKE MY HANDS!!"
'WUFFFZ-'
"IT'S TOO SMALL, OH GOD PULL!!"
'PUUUHHZ!!!'

krrrreeeeeeEEEEEE-THUD-D-D-D-D!...

Error yanks Whiskers out in the nick of time, both falling to the floor as the door finally crumbles, blocking the doorway completely and kicking up cloud of debris.

The two lie upon the floor panting heavily...

Make out with Error since he just saved your life

>Take breather time, then continue on down the hallway.

Also yeah, I did reading the rubyquest thing. So creepy at some points, especially the animooted parts.

Hug

> Make sure he still has the bloody glass jewel

>>Error: Make sure he still has the bloody glass jewel
Inventory is still intact. Even the flask of medicine didn't spill in Whiskers' videogame-y itemspace dimension.

>>Error: CRAWLS THE FUCK OUT OF THERE
Error scrambles to the other side of the door, Whiskers slowly backing up as the moving corpse painfully pulls itself out of the box. It flops to the floor, catching himself on his hands and knees, leaving the innards to spill upon the ground. He quickly pulls them back in and holds them while dragging slowly towards Whiskers.

"WUFFFFTH...PUH...!" it groans out, its exposed lungs quivering and contracting with air as the voice echoes through the room. It reaches out one of its massive claws towards her, razor sharp and dripping with blood.

"COME ON! COME ON! GET OUT OF THERE!!" Error shouts through the gap in the creaking doorway. Whiskers' eyes still locked on the abomination upon the floor.

"URRRRRRRUUUHH...!" It calls out, dropping it hand with a heavy crack into the floor, digging its claws in and dragging itself another foot. Whiskers bumps her back against the door in her stunned trance, causing the metal to creak loudly.

krrrrrRACK WHAM!!

The metallic door suddenly buckles under its own weight, slamming down and almost halving the size of the crawl space. Error shouts in surprise and withdraws from the doorway just in time, still shouting for Whiskers.

Warning: cutscene. Drawing the rest right now.

D I D Y O U
B R I N G
T H E
S C I S S O R S

You did some reading I see, Wind~

Duurrrrcario booobz :crazy:

Woo! Now stick in in her vagoo >:3!

Insert Penis A into Vagoo B for GREAT PRIZE.

I don't understand this slang, why is everyone so afraid to use the appropriate terms? It's a vagina, say it with me: VAGINA! That wasn't so hard now was it? ;)

Also, hawt pic!

Because maybe we just like saying Vagoo. You ever think of that?

Let's say Punani instead >:

Smexy Durcario XD

>>Continued...
After retrieving this strange bloody glass jewel, Whiskers and Error decide to move on.

Lub dub

Whiskers nearly jumps at the faint echoing noise. She whips her head around, her heart skipping a beat.

Lub dub... Lub dub...

That fizzing sound that started when she dripped the strange medicine on the corpse's hand was growing louder... along with what sounded like a growing heartbeat. She focuses her eyes through the dim room toward the casket, the color draining from her already flushed face.

A quivering hand was rising out of the revival chamber. The massive claw belonging to the creature within. The wounds stricken across the large claw pop and bubble as they begin to close, faint silvery veins bulging out over its leathery skin. The hand tenses suddenly and slams down to grip the side of the casket with a metallic CRUNCH.

"NNNNGGGUHHH..."
"What the hell was that??" Error shouts over his shoulder, already halfway through the crawlspace.

A head slowly rises out of the casket now, still horribly mangled, the wounds there appear to be fizzing and closing as well, agonizingly slow... The head turns towards Whiskers, wobbling on its shattered frame.
"WUFFFFFPUH..."

Shake his hand and say hello.
(you still need that hand btw)

Get the fuck outta there!

> CRAWLS THE FUCK OUT OF THERE

FFFUUUUUUUUUUUU-- :o

Splash it with contents of Ye Flask.

>TELL HIM HIS WEAPONS HAVE DROPPED TO LEVEL 1! It will confuse him as you escape.

>Drag whiskers out of the hole and toss her to the pod, then while she is being mauled, Error makes escape.

SHOUT FOR PH

Take Error, throw him as hard as you can into the way of the...zombie-thing, and crawl through the space by yourself.

alternative: Error: rescue the FUCK out of Whiskers.

OH SHHHHHHHHIT :o :o

>>Open casket 11.

...FSSssssshkt!

"Oh god...!"
"Shit!!"

The revival chamber is occupied by a mangled mess of body parts. The body seems oddly familiar, but something is also very off about this. The arms and hands are massive, fingers elongated and razor-like. Most of the torso is shredded apart, a pile of slashed up organs litter the cavity where the ribs have been bent and broken outward. The two wonder how anyone this torn apart could drag himself along, operate a keyboard and climb into this box... Maybe someone put the body here? No bloody footprints are seen leading away from the casket to support this...

The body of course lies motionless within the open casket, one massive clawed hand raised stiffly in the air, the other... appears to be clutching something...?

nice :D

>Open the hand to see what it's clutching?

>:| I see what you did there.
[You are such an asshole, same to (9_6 x 2) and Error]

(Edited on February 10, 2009, 12:02 am)

>>Open the hand to see what it's clutching?

Whiskers holds her breath and reaches down to the giant hand... She prods around the bloody flesh trying to find a grip to pull the fingers open. She grabs hold of one of the large fingers and tries to peel it back.

It's no use. Whiskers tugs hard, but the cold gooey hand has a vise-grip on whatever it's holding. The unnaturally tough leathery skin holds taught in its death grip. There must be someway to loosen its grip...

>>I see what you did there.
........fuck

Poke it with the hooked metal to see if it's really dead.

> Poke it with hooked metal tool

Take the hand instead

Use the hooked metal tool to poke a bit more into its brains to make sure it's really really dead. For science.

>>Poke body with hook.
"Poke him."
"W-what??"
"Poke him! See if he's really dead!"
"You're joking!"
Whiskers gulps, her stomach churning pretty badly just by standing over this mess. She reaches down again, this time with the crude metal tool, and pokes and prods around the body. Various little squishes and wet slopping noises emit as bodily fluids leak out of the organs as pressure is introduced. No movement from the body, Whiskers' stomach is a different story...

>>Take the whole hand.
"Try taking the hand."
"WHAT!?"
"Slice off the hand!"
"Oh god... Y-you do it!" Whiskers gives Error the tool and stumbles to the side.

Error, donning his trusty candy corn nose plugs, leans over the body and grabs the hand. He starts hacking at the wrist with the metal tool, emitting light thumping noises. It is a CRUDE metal hook, thus the dull point barely dents the leathery hide of the creature's hand.

Whiskers lies on her hands and knees to the side of the casket, barely holding herself together. The repeated "thunsk thunsk thunsk" of the tool on the corpse's flesh reaches her ears, and she loses it.

Whiskers ups and vomits into a corner of the rubble a few feet from the casket, too disgusted by what is happening. She flops back and pants weakly, her now dirty hands shaking upon the cold floor of the dark room. She turns to Error, who was now kneeling upright at the foot of the casket, looking apologetic towards her.

"I'm... fine..." She mumbles, slowly pulling herself up, adding "Got any more bright ide-" Whiskers' eyes suddenly lock onto the small bit of vomit on the floor... That faint smokey substance from the medicine was now swirling about within it.

Use the ID card to cut the hand off.

The card's flimsy plastic. :<

Use ye flask to soften the hand.



Then cut it off with the ID card.

Drag corpse into error's coffin

>>Use ye flask of ye medicine.
Whiskers takes out the flask of smokey liquid. Not knowing what the hell was going through her head, she scoots back over to the casket with flask at the ready. She leans over the corpse again and tenderly tips the flask to let some of the liquid drip onto the clenched fist.

The two of them stare in strange curiosity. The liquid seems to soak into the skin as a faint, almost fizzing sound emits from the hand, followed by a few soft snaps as the giant claw seems to relax. The hand softly rolls to have the palm upright. A slightly bloody jewel flickers in the dark from the creature's palm.

Whisk glances at Error and nods, he takes the hint and reaches in to take the Stained Glass Crystal. He pockets the jewel within his fabulous neckfloof and, with one last glance at the body, get up and head for the door...

lub-dub

Whiskers nearly jumps at the tiny noise, glancing over her shoulder-

(Wind... have you ever even READ RubyQuest?)

Throw that useless jewel thing away and take the hand.
You don't know it yet but you need that hand damnit! You WANT that hand!

Goddamnit do not desecrate the dead!

(No Whiskers I have not. I was too lazy)

Soz ah hurd ifff ah draww boobz ed becum moar poopular.. Amirite?

Needs some lucario spoogy on those boobies for much ... oh fuck it, would be awesome.

Otherwise awesome work.

Nice bust.

I love the ways you draw female lucarios, you should do more of them :3

Also: agreeing with WS, needs sum spooge on dem tittays.

This is a delicious sketch of a Lucario 8D

>>Check console for info. (check who resided in the chambers, ect.)
There is a small backlog remaining on the console as Error approaches the keyboard. The screen is heavily cracked, a shard of the screen having fallen off, exposing the inner circuitry. On top of that, static covers a good portion of the remaining screen, making it extremely difficult to read.

The console detects Error's identity as Subject 10, and he types in a request for the status of subjects 11 and 12. The computer sparks as it relays a response. Though highly garbled, it appears that it's info regarding the two subjects has been corrupted, the static also blocks out the names... The console does however alert you that chamber 11 is indeed occupied.

The bloody trail leading towards it does not bode well for the occupant's condition however...

Open up Subject 11's Chamber

unseal the hushed casket.

cast flame sheild and sh00p da wh00p
this battle will be a hard and long one

Meh... ._.

I'd hit that.

Brelooms are nice.

I like the lines. Scratchy, but controlled, and also attractively thickened. The thumbnail really doesn't do it justice.

You're definitely on a solid track; great pic!

quite nice ^^ wouldn't mind seeing a male version though ;)

Nice ^^, you are a very good artist my friend. I'm not one for females, but I love your style. Keep it up!

Thank you guys. n.n

>>Enter other room
The two debate entering the other room, fear and curiosity wrestling within their heads. Still, if anything was in there that would help them figure out what was happening, they had to check...

A quick game of rock paper scissors later...
"Ok you win, you go first."
"Hell no! You LOSE, you got first!"
"Oh come on!... fine."

The gunk was viscous and faintly warm between her fingers as Whiskers slunk through the hole in the doorway. She nearly gagged when lifting her hand to see it coated red. There was no mistaking anymore that this was blood, and a LOT of it.

"Come on in, there's room."
Whiskers called back to Error, who began crawling through as well. The room looked like it would be identical to the one they woke up in, save for the fact that it was literally falling apart. Whiskers saw that there was an alarming amount of blood spread across the room, doubting anyone or anything could bleed that much and still be alive.

One of the revival chambers in this room has had part of the ceiling collapse upon it, damaging it beyond use, though it appears to have been vacant, as no body can be seen under the bloody rubble. The other less damaged one however is closed with that red beacon atop it. Another console flickers with static nearby.

Check console for info. (check who resided in the chambers, ect.)

>Knock on the undamaged with the trademark "Shave and a Haircut" bit.

Try to activate Lights/Disco

>>>Knock on the undamaged with the trademark "Shave and a Haircut" bit.
Whiskers walks up to the semi-intact casket. She checks the small view window to see if anyone was inside. Unfortunately there's an unsettling smear of blood across the one way glass. Error approaches the console on the wall as Whiskers attempts to knock on the chamber door.

tak takka tak tak!

...

...nothing. If there IS someone in there, they could be unconscious... or...

(Console next pic)

>>Slowly venture through the door with hook at the ready.
Whiskers and Error cautiously approach the door, Whiskers in front with the metallic tool held in front of her. With a deep breath... they slowly cross the threshold...

"........."

"...NYAAAAAARRRGHAGHAGH!!!"

WHUMP!!

Looking about from the floor they so stealthily dove upon, the duo find themselves in a DARK STANKY HALLWAY. A dull flickering light is affixed to the ceiling, providing limited visibility and showing off this game's lighting engine like nobody's business. A sign above the door they just leapt through reads [9-10]. Another door can barely be seen down the hallway, the hallway itself turning a corner to regions unknown.

>Check sign above door down the hallway.

>>Check sign above door down the hallway.
After pulling themselves up and dusting off. They both tiptoe down the hall a little ways. Upon getting within a few yards of the other door, the flickering light vaguely shows the sign.
[11-12]
The door however, appears to be broken, fallen diagonally across the entrance way, with a stinky pool of red gunk oozing out from within the room... In fact, Error tells Whiskers after tapping her on the shoulder and pointing to their feet, there's red crap all over this stanky hallway.

Enter the other room

>See if you can pry the door ajar slightly.
>Check if the scent is heavier here than outside the other door.

>>See if you can pry the door ajar slightly.
The door is lying diagonally across the entrance, but there is a triangular opening on the bottom left large enough to crawl through one at a time. There's that puddle of gunk you'd have to get through though...

>>Check if the scent is heavier here than outside the other door.
It's pretty obvious that the red gunk is causing the rusty stank, the foul odor wafting from the pool, and the room in general can almost be felt clinging to their fur it's so thick.

>Shove Error in there. He has the noseplugs afterall! And the red won't show up too much on his fur!

Wind really likes being a bastard to Error... :U

drawing tomorrow.

this one time, windslash sucks, true story I was there man

Fine, I'll start being an ass to Whiskers.

Awesome. Let's continue~

closely examine the floor for footprints and the like.

>>Obtain Ye Flask and card.
Whiskers swiftly reclaims the metallic tool, Error appears satisfied with his solution. Whiskers gathers the objects upon the pedestal, a clear pale green liquid that doesn't smell very fresh with a faint smokey texture swirling about within, and a small ID card with the picture and information scratched off of it. The magnetic band on the back is still intact however.

Whiskers now carries the crude metallic tool, the strange medicine, and the damaged ID card. Error checks his fabulous neckfloof for his own inventory, finding a bit of trusty candy corn and an unopened "His Pleasure" condom. Error wonders WWPHD with such an item... then realizes PH doesn't use them... he stuffs it back in his floof.

As Whiskers rejoins Error, the door to the side lets out a garbled beep and begins to slide open, apparently reacting to the ID card. An odd smell begins to waft from beyond the doorway...

Slowly venture through the door with hook out.

Error: tightly secure candy corn in FABULOUS NECKFLOOF. You cannot afford to loose them.

PH: sit and wait some more :<

>Make sure Error does not use the condom yet.
>Compare smells of the potion to the odd smell of the doorway to see if they are similar. If they are, drink a small sip of the potion. (Error being the guinea pig in this case)

> Use candy corns as noseplugs and investigate the smell

>>Make sure Error doesn't use the condom
Error follows his WWPHD idea and vows to never use the condom... it's all bareback for him!
>>Investigate smells, test strange medicine.
The medicine smells mildly unpleasant, only to the point that it is reminiscent of sneaking disgusting medicine into some punch, a sort of plasticy fruity smell. The stank wafting in from the door, however, is outright repulsive, rotten and rusty.

Whiskers offers Error a sip of the strange medicine. He politely declines, not feeling very thirsty. Though she isn't thirsty either, Whiskers decides to test the junk herself... She shuts her eyes and takes a small sip, instantly gagging as her eyes tear up. It tastes like a hospital! Beyond the taste, there is a faint tingling down her throat and in the pit of her stomach now...

>>Candy corn noseplugs.
Error stuffs the two candy corn pieces into his manly nostrils, posing valiantly as they prepare to embark into the unknown!

I am thoroughly enjoying this Whiskers. Good job :D

Use condom as a Gas Mask and investigate room

Gonna be my character Omen, currently have no Idea on how to do the seams BUT gonna make him about 6-8 inches tall and out of fabric or short fur fabric, he's gonna have a small hoodie to wear as well. When I get him finished I will upload pictures. Any Ideas on where to put the seams guys?

Looks cute. I think seams could run along the edges of is limbs and body. Prolly the head to. D:

>>Attempt to "Get Ye Flask".
Whiskers enters the last command available on the console. The computer beeps and displays the message "Producing medication laced drink..." a sudden buzzing and chugging in the opposite corner of the room. A small platform rises out of the floor with a flask of strange liquid resting upon it. A small card of some sort seems to have been placed underneath the flask.

>>Error: Attempts to work with the computer by hitting it repeatedly with the hooked metal tool.
Error joins Whiskers at the console again "Wait I think I have an idea."
"Eh? What did you have in m-"
WHAM! WHAM! CRACK! KZZRT!!
"AGH!!!"

Prevent the inevitable fire by dumping the flask over the terminal! QUICKLY!

Obtain Ye Flask and Examine the card

Think to yourself, "WWPHD?"

>>Error: My... head hurts.
Error clutches his head as Whiskers helps him out of the box.
"Mine does too."
"Where exactly are we? What happened? I can't remember"
"Me neither. We've apparently been out for a while... But we're awake now, and I'm pretty certain we should-"
>>Activate disco and get down!
MCH MCH MCH MCH BOOM CHICKA BOW WOW!

"-get the hell out of here. I found some kinda console but I can't do much with it, could you look around for anything we can use? You can take this metal thing I found." Whiskers hands Error the hooked metal tool as he explores the room. Unfortunately there's nothing other than a strange circular hatch in the corner.

Meanwhile, Whiskers has not yet tried all the commands available...

Attempt to "Get Ye Flask" again

I just realized my life sucks. I need more random disco sessions.

Fight the Dairy Farmer

Press all buttons at once.

> Attempts to work with the computer by hitting it repeatedly with the hooked metal tool :duh:

Turn the camera view...thing around to see the door in front of you.

>>continued...
As the timer reaches 0, Whiskers leans over the chamber in worry. The corners make that same hiss of air as the lid unlocks, slowly beginning to lift off. With a sudden groan from within, the lid is grabbed and lifted quickly, smacking Whiskers in the face as Error sits up in confusion.

Whiskers lifts her bruised face and greets her awakened friend, who shrieks in surprise at her appearance.
"Morning, sunshine..."
"GAH!!!....Whiskers?"

hug To- um, I mean Error

I saw it coming.

I bet you did.

No I didn't :(

Error: Face-palm
Whiskers: [beatdown]RAWR!!![/beatdown]

Deactivate lights, Activate Disco and get down!

(Edited on February 7, 2009, 2:54 pm)

my head hurts

lolz :lol:

Rage!? D:

>>Check subject 10 status and turn on the lights.
She first decides to turn on the lights, since this skulking around in the dark is kind of annoying. The light on the ceiling slowly hums to life, taking a while to fully light the room as it charges up.

She then asks for the status of whoever subject 10 is...
"Subject 10, second acquisition. Initial status: Mortally wounded upon acquisition. Subject 10, Error, placed in revival chamber.
Recent status: Tissue regenerated. Awaiting activation..."

Error!? Whiskers pulls a double-take at the screen, then quickly puts in the command to revive him.
"Initiating revival of subject 10, Error. Time left: 30 seconds..."
She rushes over to the other... 'revival chamber' and kneels beside it, waiting for him to wake up...

Tell them a black wind blows through them, and all their weapons have dropped to level 1.

Tis getting interesting now o.o

"Yeah.... lick your finger like that... :D ehehehe...." Some Floatzel goodness for ya.... Enjoy! XD

*Takes her and mates* MINE!

She's pretty. Nice work.

shyny sexy cute... what do I want more? :3

will you ever cease to amaze me?

Wonderfully done, again!

So beautiful~

haven't been here for a while~

I'm hoping to make this a comic of sorts. This is also my first comic, so... it's not that good. Working on it!

Oh, and the timer lies ~ I had to go babysit.

Because there just isn't enough Girafarig porn.

(Edited on February 7, 2009, 5:16 am)

I like where this is going.

I like how the tailbob is sleeping.

Ohhh Girafarig. owo
Keep it up~

>>Check Inventory
Whiskers is currently holding the small metallic hooked object she found in her own box. It could be used as a crude tool with various uses... Hopefully Whiskers is in touch with her inner MacGuyver. The only other thing she has is her lucky collar, she's had it for as long as she can remember.

>>Look around until you find something useful.
She sighs to herself, thinking she better get started in figuring out what's going on and how to get out. Looking around the room reveals a small metal bin in the corner, a heavy metallic door to the west, and a dimly glowing console on the north wall with quite a bit of text scrawled across it.

Upon reading through it, a faint chill runs up her spine... She didn't just wake up, someone WOKE her up... and they were here just minutes ago!

The computer somehow detects her identity and displays a small list of commands...

Get Ye Flask

It'd be weird to have to express your screen's resolution as a geomertric equation.

Check subject 10 status and turn on the lights.

Check who the fuck is subject 9 and who the other 8 subjects are

>>screen resolution
.....what?

>>Check who the fuck is subject 9 and who the other 8 subjects are.
"Information on failed experiments classified." this pops up if she types in anything numbered under her own apparent subject number. Asking about herself, Subject 9, yields this:
"Subject 9, Whiskers. First acquisition.
Initial status: Healthy, shows unusual potential.
Recent status: Successful treatment, infection remains."
The screen flickers and beeps harshly before any more info can come onto the screen "INFORMATION CLASSIFIED"

Hack into porn files

What's our location? D8

ya its been a wile and ifinshed this but had problems uploading so as of now this is all i got hope u like

Not bad.