I've got spares, I'd let big predatory excited sockpuppet kill me

that's how you make friends with her!

i mean if you're still around after

she'll be your friend posthumously

I wound up deciding that my real sona is like
A spooky parasite that can implant clone-daughters into other people
And those clone-daughters can selectively mature to completely take over their host, digesting the original personality and supplanting it
Clone-daughters have all my memories/personality and if they fully mature they can implant further clone-daughters, and all instances of myself are capable of re-synchronizing through physical contact (i.e. gross tentacle smooches)
SO
All my different sona ideas (and variations on said sona ideas, like colour patterns or different genital arrangements) are just different instances of myself running around

So yeah I'd be down to get brutally murdered by an excitable living doll and then subsequently befriend said living doll with other mes

yes, i approve

the bluebelles are a single person with a single identity and can share information by slime data packets

and metafictionally all things are subdivisions of their creator so everyone is ultimately me

so yes i approve this is a correct and good concept

I'm suddenly struck by a curiosity as to how my near-complete inability to write stories "solo" (without the format of an RP to bounce my narrative off of someone else) would translate into your whole metafiction framework

failure of original world consciousness to divide/define itself properly, creating damaged heirs without consistent elements, creating a world with large gaps that allows Story hemmorage into the Void

She's still cute at that size.

she's VERY cute and VERY dangerous thank you

The only proper answer to that kind of question coming from Hobby, or any other knicknack, is "No! I don't want today to be my Sad Day!"

Wow, what, your Sad Day, she was just talking about KILLING you why you gotta suddenly make this so morbid

What's to stop Hobbes here from making its own playmates to murder without concept or regard for the finality of death? Kinda like a one-monster puppet show, it'd just have to throw together some cloth, defile it with a tangle of its undying fiber, and pretend that this conjoined self-golem is some kind of Windchime Twiddlebiscuit ready to play to the death.

Oughta keep it entertained for all of a few seconds.

Oh my god

like, make a conjoined twin half that it roleplays as someone else?

that might be TOO GOBLIN even for hobby to think of