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I had almost forgotten TinkerQuarry existed. It’s a very good, if obscure RPG about a girl stuck in a world of living toys. It’s surprisingly dark, with good music, great art, and unfortunately, a rather sad ending. I still love the game, I just wish it ended more happily; the characters are great! From Staya, the broken, psychotic dog toy whose appearance kind of reminds me of Mangle from FNAF, to Camime, a lovable poodle clown, to Skid and Whiskers, some of the sweetest, friendliest people in the game. Skid in particular is one of the only times I’ve liked a spider; normally, the things terrify me! Whiskers is my personal favorite of the two; between his design, personality, and healing ability, he’s great! I just wish the game (and Clint, the giant jerk) were nicer to the poor cat.
I’m almost certain this is the first picture of Whiskers hypnotized, and one of the only pictures of him in general. Hopefully both change at some point. He, and TinkerQuarry in general, need more love!
Whiskers happily waved goodbye as Camime walked back to her carnival. He didn’t know why he or Skid hadn’t thought to invite her to Havenquarter sooner; the clown poodle was fun!
He couldn’t believe how much had changed in the last few weeks. When Adeline and Peter had left, the whole Dollhouse had started shaking, he couldn’t move, and it had gotten harder and harder to think. He’d thought that was it, he was going to actually die. Then everything had gone black…
And then he woke up some time later, completely fine.
He’d run through the Dollhouse, looking for Skid; whatever happened, he was making sure his best friend was all right. Whiskers had run into Clint, the soldier furiously searching rooms. Clint had demanded to know where Adeline was; they weren’t dead, so she must be here. Whiskers had no idea what he was talking about, and told him so.
Clint had responded with a warning shot.
Whiskers had taken off running, terrified; for all of the toy soldier’s strength, he wasn’t the fastest. He’d run into the Mirror Room…
And found Skid in pieces.
Staya was there too, missing his lower half. Surprisingly, he wasn’t Impaired; he was very much moving and talking, growling that “the stupid rabbit couldn’t even kill them all right”. The dog had given him a rather blunt explanation: Clint was a crazy person obsessed with Adeline, he found out the Girl was really her, next thing anyone knew, he was attacking everyone, and then trying to make a toy body out of the pieces so he could put Adeline’s soul in it. Staya had given Peter his legs so he could save her, and he had no idea what happened after that. As far as he could tell, they’d escaped.
Skid confirmed it when Whiskers pieced him back together (he was so glad he’d gotten that Assembly Manual just in case.) The cat had given the shaking spider a hug; the whole thing had been terrifying. Staya interrupted with a loud bark; maybe they could save the hugs for AFTER THEY DEALT WITH THE GUN-WIELDING STALKER?!
Whiskers glared at him; he’d take all the time his friend needed! Though he did have a point… Come to think of it, why was he helping them?
Staya looked sad for a moment. Because he got it now. Their owner was gone, and she wasn’t coming back. Him attacking the other toys and trying to keep everyone where they belo- where he’d thought they’d belonged wasn’t helping anything. He needed to move on. And he was sorry for everything.
Skid confirmed; he’d heard as much when Staya had helped Peter. Whiskers gave Staya a look of sympathy, which only earned a growl from the broken Tinker. HE DIDN’T NEED THEIR PITY, HE NEEDED THEM TO DEAL WITH CLINT!
The question was how; Clint was a nightmare in a fight. His wind-up key was an obvious weakness, but how to get it…
Staya suggested the vents. He got around using them often enough; someone could create a distraction while someone else slipped through a vent to grab the key. The three of them worked out the details; Staya would be the distraction, backed by his rats. The dog made sure they knew the vent layouts, and they’d gone off.
It had worked, thankfully (it helped that Adeline had dropped her screwdriver while she was leaving). Clint had gone down, and with some help from Staya, the three had snapped his key in two, throwing the pieces into the Void for good measure. Much to Staya’s surprise, Whiskers and Skid used pieces of Clint to try and fix him. There was nothing they could do about his fur, but they were at least able to give him his legs back, and eventually pry the broken clock from his mouth (they still had no idea why their owner had done that to him).
After that, it had just gotten hectic. Whiskers had basically taken over for Clint as leader (changed or not, no one wanted Staya in charge again). There had been so much to do; trying to explain what had happened, maintenance, grabbing the Essences Adeline had gathered (that parcel really spilled on the way out) and trying to return them to their bodies. That last one had mostly worked; the Glass Dragon was beyond repair, and according to Skid, he probably wouldn’t have wanted to be fixed. Stella was fixable, but that earned some very frantic “No’s” from Lori and Skid. Much to Whiskers’ and Staya’s surprise, the sweet old lady had apparently become a crazed serial killer, cutting apart toys and using their pieces for clothing material. Needless to say, they weren’t fixing her.
Sera had been her own can of worms; her immediate response to being fixed was to attack Staya, thinking he was holding her friends prisoner. Skid and Whiskers tried to explain, but that only led her to conclude Staya had done something to them, and needed to go down before he “Impaired them all and then stitched them together into some horrible chimera to attack people with” (where did Sera get this stuff?). It had taken a while to finally get her to calm down and convince her that Staya was on their side now, and Adeline and Peter were probably not trying to attack her or draw Staya to her.
Eventually, things had settled down, and they were actually going really well! Without fear of Staya’s wrath, everyone was free to roam and enjoy themselves. Staya had been pitching in with everything from maintenance to dealing with rats (they seemed to be getting a lot less of those these days). Heck, even the boredom issue had been solved; the Dollhouse seemed to be adding rooms. He knew they didn’t have a toy jungle before.
Kaa… had no idea where he was.
He’d slipped into an abandoned house infested with rats, looking forward to a meal. The sheer number led to him being spotted, and most of them fled. He’d eaten some of the remaining ones, and the next thing he knew, he felt woozy and passed out. He’d woken up in some sort of plastic jungle connected to a giant dollhouse. He’d slapped himself with his tail to check if he was dreaming, and it hurt.
If it wasn’t a dream, what was it?
Kaa had gone inside to explore, running into walking, talking toys of all things. It had taken some doing to convince them he was an actual snake and not a toy. A very nervous stuffed fox had advised him to talk to their leader, a cat named Whiskers. He’d even given him directions.
The snake had thanked him and left. Hopefully Whiskers knew a way out; beyond the unfamiliar location, he was still hungry, and the only edible things seemed to be more rats. These didn’t make him woozy, or send him back to the house, but they did make him nauseous; they tasted like some sort of rotten mix of oil and dirt.
Whiskers heard a knock on his door. Was Skid back already?
He looked through the slit, and jumped as he saw big yellow eyes staring back at him.
Kaa sheepishly cleared his throat. Could he come in? He was very lost.
Whiskers paused. What was the password?
Kaa gave a confused “Sesquipedalian?”.
Whiskers opened the door with a grin. That word was so much fun to say!
Kaa was led inside, Whiskers closing the door behind him. So, who was he? He thought he knew all the toys in here.
Kaa introduced himself, and explained his situation. Whiskers whistled in disbelief. This wasn’t the first time someone had shown up who wasn’t a toy and didn’t know how they got here, but they’d all thought that was a one-time thing. She was human, though.
The snake asked for a way out, and Whiskers told him the only one he knew; jumping into the Void at the end of the Hall of the Dreamcatcher. He should warn him, he didn’t know if it worked. The only people he knew who’d used it hadn’t shown up again… he really hoped they were happy, wherever they were.
Whiskers realized Kaa was still there and perked up. But hey, if he decided he wanted to stay a while, that was fine too! He’d show him around, tell him how things worked. They could have fun!
Kaa smirked. Oh, he agreed. Care for a staring contest? He knew how to make them fun.
Whiskers happily agreed. He thought they were fun already, so this should be interesting!
Whiskers stared in awe as the snake’s eyes swirled with color. He’d never seen anything like it; no paint, no paper could make something this beautiful! Normally, he’d be suspicious, but the spirals were special, soothing and shiny as they swept through his thoughts – no way he was missing this! The snake swayed to and fro, and Whiskers couldn’t help but follow; a gesture, and the Softie was stumbling over with a smile, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks as his mind filled with fuzz. He barely noticed as he climbed a stairway of coils, walking across the snake’s body without a care in the world. All there was, all that mattered, was Kaa and his colors.
Kaa’s tail poked his nose, and Whiskers came to a stop. Coil after coil crept up on the cat, Whiskers shivering in delight as the snake’s body slipped through his fur. Soon enough, the Softie was up to his shoulders in coils, and then the real pleasure started. The snake’s body pressed against his, squeezing and stroking in a massage that had him moaning and panting in pleasure. A purr escaped his throat as his tail swished behind him; he’d never felt so cared for, so loved in his life! Scales as soft as the cloth he was made from, so many amazing colors, snuggled all over – heck, he could feel a scaly tail scratching him behind the ear, and it felt so gooooood…
Whiskers had practically melted into the coils by the time the snake began to speak, his ears shooting up at the sound. He was a good toy, soft and snuggly. A toy was meant to be played with, to be loved and taken care of. There was no need to think or choose; their master took up those burdens. All a toy needed to focus on was providing for their beloved master – food, entertainment, protection, conversation, and anything else they desired. Kaa would be more than happy to take up the role, Whiskers free to be his soft, sweet and snuggly self, relaxed and blissful as his loving, swirly-eyed pet.
His eyes spiraling madly, his tail thrashing behind him, Whiskers had never agreed so enthusiastically. Of course he’d be Master’s toy! He was happy to obey, delighted to help! He loved Master, and all he needed, all he wanted, was this! He’d be the softest, most snuggly pet ever!
The snake’s tail tugged on his neck, and with a PING! and a yowl of ecstasy, Whiskers broke into the biggest, goofiest grin of his life.
Kaa chuckled as he pet his new kitty, Whiskers happily purring in his coils. It had been a while since he’d gotten someone so cute and cuddly, though he supposed being a stuffed animal helped with that. If there were more cuties like him around, possibly being stuck here might not be so bad. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do about getting out, or food (though oddly enough, he hadn’t been getting any hungrier), but for now, he could just relax with his latest pet.
Kaa gave Whiskers a quick peck on the cheek, settling atop his pet’s head as Whiskers’ purring grew louder.
They were going to have so much fun together.
I’m almost certain this is the first picture of Whiskers hypnotized, and one of the only pictures of him in general. Hopefully both change at some point. He, and TinkerQuarry in general, need more love!
Whiskers happily waved goodbye as Camime walked back to her carnival. He didn’t know why he or Skid hadn’t thought to invite her to Havenquarter sooner; the clown poodle was fun!
He couldn’t believe how much had changed in the last few weeks. When Adeline and Peter had left, the whole Dollhouse had started shaking, he couldn’t move, and it had gotten harder and harder to think. He’d thought that was it, he was going to actually die. Then everything had gone black…
And then he woke up some time later, completely fine.
He’d run through the Dollhouse, looking for Skid; whatever happened, he was making sure his best friend was all right. Whiskers had run into Clint, the soldier furiously searching rooms. Clint had demanded to know where Adeline was; they weren’t dead, so she must be here. Whiskers had no idea what he was talking about, and told him so.
Clint had responded with a warning shot.
Whiskers had taken off running, terrified; for all of the toy soldier’s strength, he wasn’t the fastest. He’d run into the Mirror Room…
And found Skid in pieces.
Staya was there too, missing his lower half. Surprisingly, he wasn’t Impaired; he was very much moving and talking, growling that “the stupid rabbit couldn’t even kill them all right”. The dog had given him a rather blunt explanation: Clint was a crazy person obsessed with Adeline, he found out the Girl was really her, next thing anyone knew, he was attacking everyone, and then trying to make a toy body out of the pieces so he could put Adeline’s soul in it. Staya had given Peter his legs so he could save her, and he had no idea what happened after that. As far as he could tell, they’d escaped.
Skid confirmed it when Whiskers pieced him back together (he was so glad he’d gotten that Assembly Manual just in case.) The cat had given the shaking spider a hug; the whole thing had been terrifying. Staya interrupted with a loud bark; maybe they could save the hugs for AFTER THEY DEALT WITH THE GUN-WIELDING STALKER?!
Whiskers glared at him; he’d take all the time his friend needed! Though he did have a point… Come to think of it, why was he helping them?
Staya looked sad for a moment. Because he got it now. Their owner was gone, and she wasn’t coming back. Him attacking the other toys and trying to keep everyone where they belo- where he’d thought they’d belonged wasn’t helping anything. He needed to move on. And he was sorry for everything.
Skid confirmed; he’d heard as much when Staya had helped Peter. Whiskers gave Staya a look of sympathy, which only earned a growl from the broken Tinker. HE DIDN’T NEED THEIR PITY, HE NEEDED THEM TO DEAL WITH CLINT!
The question was how; Clint was a nightmare in a fight. His wind-up key was an obvious weakness, but how to get it…
Staya suggested the vents. He got around using them often enough; someone could create a distraction while someone else slipped through a vent to grab the key. The three of them worked out the details; Staya would be the distraction, backed by his rats. The dog made sure they knew the vent layouts, and they’d gone off.
It had worked, thankfully (it helped that Adeline had dropped her screwdriver while she was leaving). Clint had gone down, and with some help from Staya, the three had snapped his key in two, throwing the pieces into the Void for good measure. Much to Staya’s surprise, Whiskers and Skid used pieces of Clint to try and fix him. There was nothing they could do about his fur, but they were at least able to give him his legs back, and eventually pry the broken clock from his mouth (they still had no idea why their owner had done that to him).
After that, it had just gotten hectic. Whiskers had basically taken over for Clint as leader (changed or not, no one wanted Staya in charge again). There had been so much to do; trying to explain what had happened, maintenance, grabbing the Essences Adeline had gathered (that parcel really spilled on the way out) and trying to return them to their bodies. That last one had mostly worked; the Glass Dragon was beyond repair, and according to Skid, he probably wouldn’t have wanted to be fixed. Stella was fixable, but that earned some very frantic “No’s” from Lori and Skid. Much to Whiskers’ and Staya’s surprise, the sweet old lady had apparently become a crazed serial killer, cutting apart toys and using their pieces for clothing material. Needless to say, they weren’t fixing her.
Sera had been her own can of worms; her immediate response to being fixed was to attack Staya, thinking he was holding her friends prisoner. Skid and Whiskers tried to explain, but that only led her to conclude Staya had done something to them, and needed to go down before he “Impaired them all and then stitched them together into some horrible chimera to attack people with” (where did Sera get this stuff?). It had taken a while to finally get her to calm down and convince her that Staya was on their side now, and Adeline and Peter were probably not trying to attack her or draw Staya to her.
Eventually, things had settled down, and they were actually going really well! Without fear of Staya’s wrath, everyone was free to roam and enjoy themselves. Staya had been pitching in with everything from maintenance to dealing with rats (they seemed to be getting a lot less of those these days). Heck, even the boredom issue had been solved; the Dollhouse seemed to be adding rooms. He knew they didn’t have a toy jungle before.
Kaa… had no idea where he was.
He’d slipped into an abandoned house infested with rats, looking forward to a meal. The sheer number led to him being spotted, and most of them fled. He’d eaten some of the remaining ones, and the next thing he knew, he felt woozy and passed out. He’d woken up in some sort of plastic jungle connected to a giant dollhouse. He’d slapped himself with his tail to check if he was dreaming, and it hurt.
If it wasn’t a dream, what was it?
Kaa had gone inside to explore, running into walking, talking toys of all things. It had taken some doing to convince them he was an actual snake and not a toy. A very nervous stuffed fox had advised him to talk to their leader, a cat named Whiskers. He’d even given him directions.
The snake had thanked him and left. Hopefully Whiskers knew a way out; beyond the unfamiliar location, he was still hungry, and the only edible things seemed to be more rats. These didn’t make him woozy, or send him back to the house, but they did make him nauseous; they tasted like some sort of rotten mix of oil and dirt.
Whiskers heard a knock on his door. Was Skid back already?
He looked through the slit, and jumped as he saw big yellow eyes staring back at him.
Kaa sheepishly cleared his throat. Could he come in? He was very lost.
Whiskers paused. What was the password?
Kaa gave a confused “Sesquipedalian?”.
Whiskers opened the door with a grin. That word was so much fun to say!
Kaa was led inside, Whiskers closing the door behind him. So, who was he? He thought he knew all the toys in here.
Kaa introduced himself, and explained his situation. Whiskers whistled in disbelief. This wasn’t the first time someone had shown up who wasn’t a toy and didn’t know how they got here, but they’d all thought that was a one-time thing. She was human, though.
The snake asked for a way out, and Whiskers told him the only one he knew; jumping into the Void at the end of the Hall of the Dreamcatcher. He should warn him, he didn’t know if it worked. The only people he knew who’d used it hadn’t shown up again… he really hoped they were happy, wherever they were.
Whiskers realized Kaa was still there and perked up. But hey, if he decided he wanted to stay a while, that was fine too! He’d show him around, tell him how things worked. They could have fun!
Kaa smirked. Oh, he agreed. Care for a staring contest? He knew how to make them fun.
Whiskers happily agreed. He thought they were fun already, so this should be interesting!
Whiskers stared in awe as the snake’s eyes swirled with color. He’d never seen anything like it; no paint, no paper could make something this beautiful! Normally, he’d be suspicious, but the spirals were special, soothing and shiny as they swept through his thoughts – no way he was missing this! The snake swayed to and fro, and Whiskers couldn’t help but follow; a gesture, and the Softie was stumbling over with a smile, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks as his mind filled with fuzz. He barely noticed as he climbed a stairway of coils, walking across the snake’s body without a care in the world. All there was, all that mattered, was Kaa and his colors.
Kaa’s tail poked his nose, and Whiskers came to a stop. Coil after coil crept up on the cat, Whiskers shivering in delight as the snake’s body slipped through his fur. Soon enough, the Softie was up to his shoulders in coils, and then the real pleasure started. The snake’s body pressed against his, squeezing and stroking in a massage that had him moaning and panting in pleasure. A purr escaped his throat as his tail swished behind him; he’d never felt so cared for, so loved in his life! Scales as soft as the cloth he was made from, so many amazing colors, snuggled all over – heck, he could feel a scaly tail scratching him behind the ear, and it felt so gooooood…
Whiskers had practically melted into the coils by the time the snake began to speak, his ears shooting up at the sound. He was a good toy, soft and snuggly. A toy was meant to be played with, to be loved and taken care of. There was no need to think or choose; their master took up those burdens. All a toy needed to focus on was providing for their beloved master – food, entertainment, protection, conversation, and anything else they desired. Kaa would be more than happy to take up the role, Whiskers free to be his soft, sweet and snuggly self, relaxed and blissful as his loving, swirly-eyed pet.
His eyes spiraling madly, his tail thrashing behind him, Whiskers had never agreed so enthusiastically. Of course he’d be Master’s toy! He was happy to obey, delighted to help! He loved Master, and all he needed, all he wanted, was this! He’d be the softest, most snuggly pet ever!
The snake’s tail tugged on his neck, and with a PING! and a yowl of ecstasy, Whiskers broke into the biggest, goofiest grin of his life.
Kaa chuckled as he pet his new kitty, Whiskers happily purring in his coils. It had been a while since he’d gotten someone so cute and cuddly, though he supposed being a stuffed animal helped with that. If there were more cuties like him around, possibly being stuck here might not be so bad. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do about getting out, or food (though oddly enough, he hadn’t been getting any hungrier), but for now, he could just relax with his latest pet.
Kaa gave Whiskers a quick peck on the cheek, settling atop his pet’s head as Whiskers’ purring grew louder.
They were going to have so much fun together.
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