Silence.
Deafening, drowning silence.
The kind he worked so hard to escape.
The kind that plagued him through the edges of dawn and dusk,
through the worn, cracked walls of what used to be the funhouse,
the kind that nobody, child or toy, would be there to break with a laugh.
It wasn't how he wanted to go out.
So,
he took it upon himself,
and played a song.
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Appearance
Fractured Chord takes on a similar appearance to that of his regular form, but with several key differences.
- Overall, he's noticeably grimy and beat up, with dents and paint scratches.
- The eject button on his head has been completely removed, and the fast forward button jammed down. The front of his face has been busted open, only one hinge still intact, and the inside of his face shows a warped and broken cassette, with one half acting as his eye and the other half broken open, the tape from it tangling around his arm.
- He has a new outfit with a more punk aesthetic, with a dark blue crop top, dark green cropped vest with ripped sleeves, and dark green skinny jeans, as well as new dark green fingerless gloves. He still has the same necklace, belt, and boots.
- His elbow joints have spikes.
- He is also seen holding his microphone, which is noticeably bloodied.
Notes
- He is able to speak in some capacity (though unable to hold a conversation), however his voice is extremely garbled to the point it's almost impossible to understand. Imagine his regular voice but with the quality of this thing. It can be noted he's also usually found trying to talk/hum to himself to fill the silence.
- He can hear very well and is very quick, however due to his head being as messed up as it is he also gets distracted and confused easily.
