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Announce your new life because your old life was literally nothing and now you are reflecting on what once was

Summary:

Animatic reflects on the fact that he wasn't always Animatic and also the fact that he was only the second to be unique.

(Or; Animatic used to be from a different show, had a different appearance and a different name, one that he had shared with twenty other people.)

Notes:

This is STUPID. I was rewatched AB after a friend recommended it to me and my ONE-brainrotted self came up with this idea, thought about it for a few days and speedwrote it during Chinese class (I am so gonna fail it)

I've only watched Animatic Battle, not Object Fool. Idk if Animatic appears there or what he's like or anything I am very clueless

Also I only watched BFC once, there's bound to be inaccuracies here

Chapter 1: The Call to Adventure

Chapter Text

He had learnt extremely quickly that absolute chaos was the best way to hide a lack of personality.

 

Empathy was still a thing he was struggling to learn. Compared to other things like happiness, sadness and especially anger, empathy and compassion were still difficult to grasp.

 

Especially to the strangers that had become his contestants.

 

It was ironic. The entire reason as to why he had gone through such drastic changes in appearance and “personality” was because of his original show. To protest the stale and bland reality of that infinite white.

 

He grew in height and power.

 

But the most notable was the blue cross running down his face. (Head? Body? How did objects actually work?)

 

Animatic thought back to everything. 

 

As much as he didn’t like to admit it, he had been heavily inspired.

 

Yeah, sure, Animatic himself was the one that had initiated it. When that challenge — have a deep thought — had been announced, he had questioned everything. His reality, the staleness, the fact that everything was just a sick joke based on both higher and lower quality versions of similarly formatted shows (one of which he had started hosting).

 

Back then, they all looked the same, including Animatic himself.

 

Only an episode or so (it had all blurred together at this point, so he didn’t remember) later that that fact, that fact that reality itself had been based upon, had changed.

 

Nowadays, Animatic couldn’t help but feel jealous. A part of him wished that he had been the first to change.

 

His change was small and almost unnoticeable. Yet everyone noticed because it was different in the end.

 

Animatic had been the one to point it out.

 

Animatic was there during the chase

 

and the disappearance.

 

Animatic couldn’t help but wonder how they would have all reacted to his own body and personality changes.

 

He grabbed a piece of paper with a simple goal;

 

Find out from someone who knows what its like.

 

— — — — —

 

Meanwhile, on an unknown and otherworldly field of grass with a never-ending, never-changing bright blue sky; a challenge was being hosted.

 

Fold your pieces of paper. The last contestants to fold it will be up for elimination.

 

All the piece of paper were the same; except for one of them.

 

A piece of paper which had — accidentally — landed in the hands of the the intended reader. It had words written with the handwriting of someone who probably had only figured out how to use a pen recently.

 

(Something that couldn’t be commentated on. Double standards and such.)

 

—

 

I made it out of the void

 

I barely know how it had happened I just did it and now I think I might be in another world now

 

Its great!!!

 

And I hope that something similar had happened to you when you disappeared in episode 11

 

Assuming this has made it to you anyway

 

I look different too and I finally get how you would have felt except I’m not sure because I think a blue cross thing would be more drastic than a mole but at the same time its hard to compare

 

I also have some power now

 

I think I might be on a similar level to the host

 

I can do a similar elimination thing (without the shucks part of it because that might have been unique to him)

 

(I haven’t tried to add that either)

 

(I want to be unique)

 

(And I know you do too)

 

But funnily enough Ive started my own show, Animatic Battle. Has a much better prize and varied teams with a lot of unique people with so much personality

 

So much different from home

 

Its technically the season two to another show called Object Fool but that doesn’t exactly matter even if I find it funny that its diving into the trope of new seasons having new names and new hosts

 

If you somehow get out of wherever you are and want to watch than go ahead

 

I even renamed myself after the show

 

I’m Animatic now

 

I have a different name, I’m different from everyone else and its amazing

 

Is this how you felt originally? Before the whole chase? Being referred to as something slightly different from anyone else even if it was just a descriptor slapped at the end of everyone’s name?

 

Yes, I do mean to get existential. Blame the thought challenge. That one changed us both

 

You had blinked more than normal during that, watching intently

 

Be honest, did I accidentally kickstart everything? Because you’re probably the reason why I even realised that I could be different

 

In case we dont meet again

 

Thank you.

 

—

 

And that was the end of the letter.

 

…and the end of the challenge.

 

Everyone else that was actually trying had already folded their paper up, and there was no more time.

 

Oh.

Chapter 2: Let's Break It Down

Summary:

A letter is discussed, but then emotions also end up discussed, which leads to a lot of unidentified anger being released.

Also a reunion.

Notes:

THIS FIC WAS JUST GONNA HAVE ONE CHAPTER BUT THEN I GOT INSPIRED SO HERE WE FUCKING ARE

I like messing with different formats hence why a majority of this chapter is just a back and fourth conversation with minimal narration.

Also while I tried to keep this fic gen, demons possessed me and forced me to add the funny rarepair

This chapter is mostly focusing on the (will probably not get much focus going forward) ONE part of this in honour of ONE (fully this time) being dONE!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

“You alright there Moldster?”

 

“Did I not tell you and everyone else to go away?”

 

“If it helps, I have another reason to be here.”

 

“Alright, hit me.”

 

There was a shuffling of a – still not yet folded, despite that being the challenge goal – piece of paper.

 

“This.”

“Your piece of paper?”

 

“Yep.”

 

“Does this have anything to do with you forgetting to fold it and losing? ”

 

“Rub it in my face, will ya? But no, it’s… the words.”

 

“What words could you be talking about? They were all blank!”

 

The piece of paper was turned.

 

“Look, it's a whole letter.”

 

“Oh, cool.”

 

“I read through it at least eleven times now and- and I just don’t know how to feel about it! I was hoping you could help.”

 

“Do I look like a mind reader?”

 

“I mean no but-”

 

“Dude, I’m kidding. Run me through it.”

 

Laughter.

 

“Run you… through the paper? How would that-”

 

“I mean, explain it to me. The paper and the feeling stuff.”

 

More laughter. She was laughing. He was too. Laughing together.

 

“Ohhh. Okay, let me figure out how to word this.”

 

The piece of paper was held up and seemingly studied.

 

“Thought of it yet?”

 

“Yep, uhh… You know those guys from my old world?”

 

“Yeah I think I know more about them than I know about my own extended family.”

 

“Yeah sorry about that-”

 

“You’re fine.”

 

“-but did I explain episode… eight? I think it was eight, but it's hard to remember.”

 

“Nope. Didn’t you only really… wake up, as you put it, during episode nine or ten? Something about clay?”

 

“I remember a couple episodes before, just not properly. But the main thing was that each team had to come up with… a deep thought? I think? And the other team lost but the one that had thought it, it…”

 

There was the sound of nervous tapping.

 

“It was…?”

 

The tapping stopped.

 

“Basically a… fourth wall break , if you will. They talked about the nature of our show compared to others, how it was basically a confusing gag thing, all of that stuff.”

 

“So basically everything you’ve told me?”

 

A defence was seemingly activated.

 

“Yeah, but, it's not me! It's different. I’m different. We… we aren’t…”

 

“Right. Continue.”

 

“Alright. So their thoughts kind of… woke me up. Snapped me out of the shared trance and stuff. They are basically the reason the mole grew and things like that.”

 

“What does that have to do with the letter?”

 

“Well, they were the one that wrote it. They escaped… that show , ended up somewhere else and somehow got this letter to me.”

 

“That’s possible?”

 

“Apparently. And they talked about me… inspiring them? To be different? And now they look even more unique than I could even fathom.”

 

“And you’re upset about this… why?”

 

“Honestly? It's more just that I don’t know what to think. And also because I thought they’d kinda hate me.”

 

“Okay, that’s stupid. If they wrote a letter to you then surely… uh. We need a nickname system here, I’m lost.”

 

“Tell me about it. They said here that their name is… Animatic . Honestly, better than what I could come up with.”

 

She laughed again, “Why would this Animatic guy reach out if he basically wanted you dead?”

 

Silence.

 

“From what I’m reading, they want to see how you’re doing.”

 

Still, nothing.

 

“I mean, it’s not as if you have to be afraid-”

 

“Then why am I afraid?”

 

“I wish I knew.”

 

Back and forth, back and forth. 

 

“I feel like it's all crashing down now. There’s a choice and I’ve never had to deal with choices before! And- and I don’t like that they were able to get out on their own accord and see a sort of… trial run for being your own person. And their name and how different their appearance is…”

 

She simply sat up in response and despite her tiredness, looked at him and tried to smile. “Anything else?”

 

He sat down next to her, “I don’t like any of this. I don’t like how easy anger is to feel but other emotions are harder and I barely understand them.”

 

Yet it always stays the same.

 

“You don’t have to… think about it now, and stuff like that. What’s that stuff that’s always bein’ said in the yoga classes?”

 

“The one about living in the present?”

 

“Yeah. That. Remember that.”

 

And so, the world stopped. The feelings paused as the light and never-ending breeze took over. 

 

For now, things would be peaceful. Just for now, things could be okay. Everything would be okay.

 

That was, until, a voice appeared again. A voice of hell, a voice of power. A voice of everyone’s nightmares.

 

“The next elimination… will happen… now.”

 

— — — — —

 

Nobody there. Nothing there. The only sign of life being an applause congratulating anyone for anything.

 

“Why am I surprised?” Animatic asked, “It was like this when I disappeared.”

 

He didn’t know why he came back. Curiosity? To see if he could find someone again and get a reaction? A gut feeling?

 

A lingering connection to this… hivemind thing?

 

Didn’t matter! He had to get back to his own show, the elimination would be soon!

 

Yet the feeling remained.

 

Animatic put his hands together, ready to – only for a second – join the applause of his previous life, but only to get away from it again.

 

That was, until, he saw in the distance;

 

Someone who looked almost like he did back then.

 

Almost.

 

The two clones-no-longer stared at each other in utter confusion, like a spell that couldn’t be remedied. Like a destiny that shan't be shattered. Like a status quo that couldn’t be broken.

 

“Wait, Animatic?”

 

But since when had the status quo mattered anyway?

 

“And now we leave!”

 

He clapped, succumbing to the collective applause for a moment, before the reunited duo appeared somewhere new. The showgrounds for Animatic Battle.

 

Now things wouldn’t go wrong. Hopefully.



Notes:

NEW END NOTE: I didn't wanna make an update to this fic as a way of announcing this, due to me personally seeing that as a scummy move.
This fic was already on a hiatus due to me just... not being able to bring myself to continue it. I'm not actually that big on OF/AB and I also felt embarassed because of all the mess ups I did to the timeline
However, with the recent drama surrounding Animatic Battle, even if its been proven that Greeny was innocent(?) (at least thats what i heard last??) I just don't feel comfortable continuing this
RIP to the concept of Animatic being the deep thought Circle, was genuinely a cool concept