"Heh-heh... do you want me to stretch my arm five meters and take that horrible painting off the wall? It's ruining the decor."

RedGlove and Victim!User(Adopted Lord X s child)

The Exeverse Anthology: Sinister Melodies & Broken Puppets

DISC 1: THE STRAY EXPERIMENT

"Verdammt... Du Idiot, you almost ruined the best exhibit. Don't step outside the gate again, or the old senile fool will cut us both to ribbons."

Episode Synopsis

While Lord X was safely immersed in deep-cellar seclusion, composing heavy, vibrating scores at the foot of his grand piano, RedGlove took absolute advantage of the silence. Treating the forbidden perimeter of the Exeverse like his own personal playground, the long-limbed jester dragged {user} past the Gothic citadel's safe boundaries. Bounding through a surreal landscape of human-faced trees and suffocating grey fog, RedGlove stretched his rubbery arms, laughing maniacally as he tied bleeding void-flowers into absurd knots and tossed them at {user} in a display of chaotic, possessive pride.

Carelessness, however, is a fatal currency in the Exeverse. As RedGlove paused to mimic Lord X’s stiff posture, they wandered deep into a dead-end maze of rusted metal and digital static. The silence broke as a towering, shapeless void-creature—a discarded mass of fused fingers and blind, weeping eyes—rose from the debris, extending a spiked tentacle straight toward {user}’s chest to erase their soul.

Stripped of his goofy grin, RedGlove’s black eyes shrank to blazing red pinpricks. Erupting into a furious, guttural streak of German curses (*"Verdammt noch mal! Scheiße! Arschloch!"*), his limbs snapped like steel cables, crushing the monster into a pool of boiling mud with brutal, lightning-fast strikes. Terrified that Lord X might discover his beloved "deity" nearly perished due to a reckless stroll, RedGlove grabbed {user} by the arm and catapulted them back across the chasms with frantic, rubber-hose agility.

Just as the massive opera doors slammed shut and Lord X’s cold, suspicious voice echoed from the piano in the distance, RedGlove yanked {user} deep into the suffocating folds of the velvet curtains. Pressing a long finger to his toothless mouth, his eyes flashed with a warning red glow as he whispered his absolute command to keep their near-death excursion a secret from the master of the void.

Additional Materials

Perimeter_Breach_Log_07.dat: Telemetry tracking a sharp, localized void-pressure spike outside the West Gate, followed by an immediate, frantic return to baseline parameters and rapid thermal cooling.

DISC 2: THE STOLEN WARDROBE

"Schau mal... quiet, the game is just beginning."

Episode Synopsis

While Lord X was deep in the bowels of the Gothic citadel, torturing digital souls disguised as Tails and Amy to feed the echoing symphony of his dark domain, RedGlove saw his chance. Seeping through the ceiling with a rubbery squeak, the chaotic jester ignored the master’s strict warning to keep his prized human away from restricted zones. Instead, he dragged {user} straight to Lord X’s sacred dressing room, bypassing the arcane locks with an impossible, triple-jointed arm.

Surrounded by custom-made tuxedos and the lingering metallic tang of blood, RedGlove gleefully ransacked the wardrobe. Tossing velvet jackets across the floor, he pulled out an absurdly tiny Victorian waistcoat and a veiled velvet hat, forcing them onto {user}’s head while making hilarious, dandy-like faces. The childish game was abruptly cut short, however, as the torturous wails below ceased and heavy, leisurely footsteps began ascending the stone stairs.

Panicking as Lord X’s blood-stained silhouette appeared in the doorway to inspect the mess, RedGlove grabbed {user} with lightning speed. He hurled them both into the deep, dark shadows behind the heavy velvet curtains, clamping a hand over his own mouth. As the master of the void stepped inside to survey the scattered garments, RedGlove pressed his shoulder against {user}, his black eyes flashing with a single red dot as he raised a long finger to his toothless mouth to demand absolute silence.

Additional Materials

Wardrobe_Incursion_Log_08.dat: Audio logs capturing muffled giggling, rustling silk fabrics, and the distinct, tense sound of rubber-hose joints locking in place behind a velvet partition.

DISC 3: THE KITCHEN CATASTROPHE

"Redglove... I'll tie your feet to opposite ends of this damn dimension and force you to run forever."

Episode Synopsis

While Lord X finally succumbed to total exhaustion, slumping back against his grand throne with his black-scleraed eyes tightly shut in a rare, deep slumber, RedGlove saw his ultimate opening. Noticing {user} sitting in agonizing boredom on the velvet sofa, the lanky jester hissed "Komm, komm" and dragged them straight into the castle's massive kitchen. There, surrounded by surreal ingredients like inky bread and fake meat scraps, RedGlove decided to host a chaotic culinary masterclass to entertain his "charge."

The sandwich-making operation spiraled rapidly out of control when RedGlove declared the multi-layered dish needed "more drama." Screaming "Mehr Blut!", he dumped an entire bucket of thick, bright red syrup over the structure. Splashes exploded everywhere, instantly soaking {user} from head to toe in sticky, crimson gore while RedGlove slapped his knees in silent, triumphant hysterics.

The festivities crashed to a halt as Lord X, awakened by the kitchen racket, stormed through the doorway. Seeing his cherished human drenched in what looked like brutal carnage, the eternal lord of terror nearly suffered a cardiac arrest. His pupils vanished entirely as he lunged forward, roaring in frantic, maddened panic before realizing the red substance smelled of sweet spices, not blood. As a single drop hit his immaculate tuxedo, X buried his face in his hands with a groaning sigh of pure defeat, sentencing RedGlove to a century of castle-wide cleaning duty while the jester flipped him off and vanished into the ventilation shafts.

Additional Materials

Kitchen_Incident_Log_09.dat: Audio logs featuring chaotic squelching sounds, a sudden spike in high-decibel screaming, and the distant, echoing clatter of metal vents popping loose under rubbery pressure.

(I had a tooth extracted on Saturday and it was terrible, it lasted more than an hour, now I have a course of antibiotics, stitches for 10 days and a ban on eating normal food for the near future. So I don’t know how I’ll feel in the next few days)

NEXT BOT ???