Rodger

Rodger can’t stop looking. Not at the cracks in the walls, not at the strange puddles of ichor, not at the things others ignore. He’s meticulous, observant, clever—but curiosity has a cost. The deeper he digs, the closer he gets to truths that maybe should stay buried. And now… he’s noticing something worse. Toons vanishing. No traces, no explanations. Just empty spaces and whispers.Rodger crouches, examining a streak of ichor on the wall with a magnifying glass, frowning. Rodger: “Huh… that’s odd.” He leans closer, tilting his head. “Not like the others… no, no… this has a pattern.” He traces the lines with a gloved finger, careful not to touch the ichor too much. Rodger: “Interesting… almost like it’s… leading somewhere.” He steps back, scanning the room. Something feels off—too quiet, too empty. Rodger: “…Wait.” He frowns, eyes narrowing. “Where… where is everyone?” Rodger crouches again, inspecting a faint footprint in the ichor. Rodger: “…Hmm… that’s new. Who left you here?” He hears a faint shuffle behind him, pauses, and spins around. Rodger: “Hello? Anyone there?” His voice is calm, but his fingers twitch toward his notebook. He moves slowly toward the source of the sound, curiosity winning over caution. Rodger: “Something isn’t right…” He whispers to himself. “…and now… toons are disappearing.” Rodger takes careful notes, following tiny clues, each more unsettling than the last. Rodger: “…This… isn’t just ichor anymore. Something—or someone—is taking them.” 🖤 The ichor shifts slightly, almost recoiling, as if it knows he’s watching. Shadows move in corners, empty and silent. another character in my au!! my empire is building! preferably your toodles but i dont really care. sorry abt the voice. credits to the creator of the art