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2 bagels. One with two eggs, one with one. Served with tortilla chips and Spinach Artichoke dip.

-Brown Sugar BBQ Bacon

-Eggs with Tony’s Creole and Everglades Seasoning

-American Cheese

-Poppy Seed and Regular Bagel

2 bagels. One with two eggs, one with one. Served with tortilla chips and Spinach Artichoke dip.

-Brown Sugar BBQ Bacon

-Eggs with Tony’s Creole and Everglades Seasoning

-American Cheese

-Poppy Seed and Regular Bagel

2 bagels. One with two eggs, one with one. Served with tortilla chips and Spinach Artichoke dip.

-Brown Sugar BBQ Bacon

-Eggs with Tony’s Creole and Everglades Seasoning

-American Cheese

-Poppy Seed and Regular Bagel

2 bagels. One with two eggs, one with one. Served with tortilla chips and Spinach Artichoke dip.

-Brown Sugar BBQ Bacon

-Eggs with Tony’s Creole and Everglades Seasoning

-American Cheese

-Poppy Seed and Regular Bagel

2 bagels. One with two eggs, one with one. Served with tortilla chips and Spinach Artichoke dip.

-Brown Sugar BBQ Bacon

-Eggs with Tony’s Creole and Everglades Seasoning

- American Cheese

-Poppy Seed and Regular Bagel

2 bagels. One with two eggs, one with one. Served with tortilla chips and Spinach Artichoke dip.

-Brown Sugar BBQ Bacon

-Eggs with Tony’s Creole and Everglades Seasoning

- American Cheese

-Poppy Seed and Regular Bagel

“To he who heeds my tempo; if he may attribute his life to my gospel, he shall inherit the gift of knowledge beyond, and knowledge within.”

That was the phrase that led struggling engineer, Herman Schultz, down a path of emphatic servitude that put him directly in Spider-Man’s crosshairs.

Herman’s family and friends abandoned him, and he began to spiral. By day, he was a small engineer working for a struggling company, living paycheck to paycheck. By night, he turned to a life of petty crime. As fate would have it, in an abandoned building, he discovered 2 drums, and 10 strange drumsticks.

After taking home the set, Herman became accosted by weeks of mysterious drumming, a spectral sound that drove him to the brink of insanity. Sleepless nights held together by an endless pounding from nowhere. Dreamlike days spent running from a noise he could find no source to.

Eventually, events escalated until he could no longer hear voices when people spoke to him, just the same, high-tempo note, played at-nauseam. His job fired him, his last few connections distanced themselves because all Herman could do was succumb to an isolating, auditory plague with only one case.

Unable to take it anymore, he turned to a last-ditch attempt to end the misery. Suicide. Just as he was about to end it all, he realized, just beneath the surface of his torture, he could hear a message. A repeating note that only he could understand. A scripture that only he could process.

“To he who heeds my tempo; if he may attribute his life to my gospel, he shall inherit the gift of knowledge beyond, and knowledge within.”

As soon as he grasped those words, the very cells that made up his neurons changed. Something within his being transformed. Whether his ascension led to his freedom, or a new, unique type of captivity is unknown. At the very least, Herman was not the man he was before.

From the moment he lowered that razor blade from his neck, he was Shocker. A one man religion, the lone disciple of something ancient, something that does not care for anything other than abject knowledge. A truth buried deep under the many folds of reality, a truth that Shocker now relished within.

What is that truth? Pure sound.

An auditory cleansing that Shocker cannot help but share with the world.

A vibrational frequency so glorious that it would shake the very base of reality, and render every living thing beholden to his will.

Spurred by a new, grievous wisdom, Shocker follows the instructions of something incomprehensible to any man. He spends every waking moment trying to collect as much metal as he can. He used his newfound wisdom to fuse the blessed drums and drumsticks with his own body, twisting his flesh and bone into a temple with which to serve his master, his god. He is no longer just a lowly engineer, but is instead, a behemoth, an apostle wrought of brass and base. A priest with enough raw power to go toe to toe with his nemesis, the friendly neighborhood wall-crawler.

But for all of his strength, all of his conviction, is Shocker still a man? If faith and knowledge and emotion makes us human, could Herman Schultz still be buried somewhere deep within the cold, hard copper heart that keeps the Shocker alive?

Spider-Man hopes so. Hopes that someday, Herman may be rehabilitated. He sees the passion, the good, submerged in a living casket of flesh and hardware. He prays that he’ll live to see a day that Shocker wakes up with charity and sanity. Both for Herman’s sake, and the sake of the world…

\>! Hey guys, Mikey here. To expound a little, the deity he worships follows the trope of, “ancient, lovecraftian evil of a dead religion whose followers all died off years ago.” I really like that concept, and I think it’s just a good explanation for vague rituals in general. Also, I haven’t really put a whole ton of thought into what the Eldridge entity should look like, and I thought a being of pure sound would be sick. Like a living scripture, kept alive through literal rhythm. !<

&gt;! Anyhow, the deity needed Herman to be on the edge of insanity in order to influence him. I didn’t consider a fully realized end goal, more so that the entity holds a knowledge beyond human comprehension. The closest idea of what it wants, and why it compels Shocker to gather metal, is because it wants to create a mechanical instrument big enough to create a sound so intense that it wipes out as much life as possible within the vicinity, preferably all of humanity. I think that’s the closest we can come to grasping what the endgame for this thing is. !<

&gt;! Given that it’s such a long, drawn out goal, it’s gonna take Shocker decades to complete. Therefore, Sherman, being an engineer, has some degree of knowledge in the world of technology and construction. With the amplified brainpower bestowed by the entity, all of the information he’s already retained kind of expands to things he didn’t even know before. He can’t vocally formulate why or how he’s doing it since he was initially bound to his mortal coil and its weaknesses, but he now knows how to build things that would seem impossible to a normal person. !<

&gt;! That means, he knows his task is going to take more than a lifetime, so how does he make himself live longer? He has to turn vital organs into robotic parts that are replaceable/upgradeable to some extent. He needs enhancements to even be able to withstand the power of the implanted drums. He needs hydraulic servos and metal muscles, joints that he can change out if they bend too far, preferably less breakable than normal human parts. !<

&gt;! All of these details paint a picture of a man losing himself in the passion of insanity, and then finding a new purpose in the calm eye of a storm no one else can comprehend. He doesn’t kill because he wants people to be hurt or die, he doesn’t steal to put others at a disadvantage. It’s all a means to a goal, all done in the name of worship. Hence the, “is he still really even a person?” Theme. !<

&gt;! I liked the idea of, “what if a person with an engineering background used his knowledge of modern day machining to fuse cursed objects with his body. How long until you can no longer consider this individual a human:” !<

&gt;! If the cursed objects have a function and serve a purpose, can he expound upon that purpose? !<

&gt;! Can he upgrade their useability? !<

&gt;! Do they still function if they’re broken down and used for parts, applied to greater machine? !<

&gt;! What defines something being “broken down?” !<

&gt;! If a surgeon can cut open a body and methodically make an edit, can Herman saw the drumsticks into jointed fingers? !<

&gt;! How far can he take this power before he no longer has new ways to experiment with it? !<

It’s a subject that the FNAF tie-in books tackled with William Afton using possessed machinery to extend his lifetime, and I wanted to run with it and see where it went. I also drew a lot of inspiration from the cenobites designs in Hellraiser, a movie I desperately wanna watch soon.

I know this is a weird format, but I hope it’s somewhat comprehenseable. I really like this subreddit, and I wanted to see if this is a viable way to give an explanation for a character in an AU, without fully diving into a long, multi-part story. I’d also like to do something like this with the new AU character designs ongoing. Any and all feedback is appreciated, sorry if this comes across more like mad ramblings than an actual tale. I had a lot of fun with it, and I hope it translates well 😭🙏

“To he who heeds my tempo; if he may attribute his life to my gospel, he shall inherit the gift of knowledge beyond, and knowledge within.”

That was the phrase that led struggling engineer, Herman Schultz, down a path of emphatic servitude that put him directly in Spider-Man’s crosshairs.

Herman’s family and friends abandoned him, and he began to spiral. By day, he was a small engineer working for a struggling company, living paycheck to paycheck. By night, he turned to a life of petty crime. As fate would have it, in an abandoned building, he discovered 2 drums, and 10 strange drumsticks.

After taking home the set, Herman became accosted by weeks of mysterious drumming, a spectral sound that drove him to the brink of insanity. Sleepless nights held together by an endless pounding from nowhere. Dreamlike days spent running from a noise he could find no source to.

Eventually, events escalated until he could no longer hear voices when people spoke to him, just the same, high-tempo note, played at-nauseam. His job fired him, his last few connections distanced themselves because all Herman could do was succumb to an isolating, auditory plague with only one case.

Unable to take it anymore, he turned to a last-ditch attempt to end the misery. Suicide. Just as he was about to end it all, he realized, just beneath the surface of his torture, he could hear a message. A repeating note that only he could understand. A scripture that only he could process.

“To he who heeds my tempo; if he may attribute his life to my gospel, he shall inherit the gift of knowledge beyond, and knowledge within.”

As soon as he grasped those words, the very cells that made up his neurons changed. Something within his being transformed. Whether his ascension led to his freedom, or a new, unique type of captivity is unknown. At the very least, Herman was not the man he was before.

From the moment he lowered that razor blade from his neck, he was Shocker. A one man religion, the lone disciple of something ancient, something that does not care for anything other than abject knowledge. A truth buried deep under the many folds of reality, a truth that Shocker now relished within.

What is that truth? Pure sound.

An auditory cleansing that Shocker cannot help but share with the world.

A vibrational frequency so glorious that it would shake the very base of reality, and render every living thing beholden to his will.

Spurred by a new, grievous wisdom, Shocker follows the instructions of something incomprehensible to any man. He spends every waking moment trying to collect as much metal as he can. He used his newfound wisdom to fuse the blessed drums and drumsticks with his own body, twisting his flesh and bone into a temple with which to serve his master, his god. He is no longer just a lowly engineer, but is instead, a behemoth, an apostle wrought of brass and base. A priest with enough raw power to go toe to toe with his nemesis, the friendly neighborhood wall-crawler.

But for all of his strength, all of his conviction, is Shocker still a man? If faith and knowledge and emotion makes us human, could Herman Schultz still be buried somewhere deep within the cold, hard copper heart that keeps the Shocker alive?

Spider-Man hopes so. Hopes that someday, Herman may be rehabilitated. He sees the passion, the good, submerged in a living casket of flesh and hardware. He prays that he’ll live to see a day that Shocker wakes up with charity and sanity. Both for Herman’s sake, and the sake of the world…

&gt;! Hey guys, Mikey here. To expound a little, the deity he worships follows the trope of, “ancient, lovecraftian evil of a dead religion whose followers all died off years ago.” I really like that concept, and I think it’s just a good explanation for vague rituals in general. Also, I haven’t really put a whole ton of thought into what the Eldridge entity should look like, and I thought a being of pure sound would be sick. Like a living scripture, kept alive through literal rhythm. !<

&gt;! Anyhow, the deity needed Herman to be on the edge of insanity in order to influence him. I didn’t consider a fully realized end goal, more so that the entity holds a knowledge beyond human comprehension. The closest idea of what it wants, and why it compels Shocker to gather metal, is because it wants to create a mechanical instrument big enough to create a sound so intense that it wipes out as much life as possible within the vicinity, preferably all of humanity. I think that’s the closest we can come to grasping what the endgame for this thing is. !<

&gt;! Given that it’s such a long, drawn out goal, it’s gonna take Shocker decades to complete. Therefore, Sherman, being an engineer, has some degree of knowledge in the world of technology and construction. With the amplified brainpower bestowed by the entity, all of the information he’s already retained kind of expands to things he didn’t even know before. He can’t vocally formulate why or how he’s doing it since he was initially bound to his mortal coil and its weaknesses, but he now knows how to build things that would seem impossible to a normal person. !<

&gt;! That means, he knows his task is going to take more than a lifetime, so how does he make himself live longer? He has to turn vital organs into robotic parts that are replaceable/upgradeable to some extent. He needs enhancements to even be able to withstand the power of the implanted drums. He needs hydraulic servos and metal muscles, joints that he can change out if they bend too far, preferably less breakable than normal human parts. !<

&gt;! All of these details paint a picture of a man losing himself in the passion of insanity, and then finding a new purpose in the calm eye of a storm no one else can comprehend. He doesn’t kill because he wants people to be hurt or die, he doesn’t steal to put others at a disadvantage. It’s all a means to a goal, all done in the name of worship. Hence the, “is he still really even a person?” Theme. !<

&gt;! I liked the idea of, “what if a person with an engineering background used his knowledge of modern day machining to fuse cursed objects with his body. How long until you can no longer consider this individual a human:” !<

&gt;! If the cursed objects have a function and serve a purpose, can he expound upon that purpose? !<

&gt;! Can he upgrade their useability? !<

&gt;! Do they still function if they’re broken down and used for parts, applied to greater machine? !<

&gt;! What defines something being “broken down?” !<

&gt;! If a surgeon can cut open a body and methodically make an edit, can Herman saw the drumsticks into jointed fingers? !<

&gt;! How far can he take this power before he no longer has new ways to experiment with it? !<

It’s a subject that the FNAF tie-in books tackled with William Afton using possessed machinery to extend his lifetime, and I wanted to run with it and see where it went. I also drew a lot of inspiration from the cenobites designs in Hellraiser, a movie I desperately wanna watch soon.

I know this is a weird format, but I hope it’s somewhat comprehenseable. I really like this subreddit, and I wanted to see if this is a viable way to give an explanation for a character in an AU, without fully diving into a long, multi-part story. I’d also like to do something like this with the new AU character designs ongoing. Any and all feedback is appreciated, sorry if this comes across more like mad ramblings than an actual tale. I had a lot of fun with it, and I hope it translates well 😭🙏

*”To he who heeds my tempo; if he may attribute his life to my gospel, he shall inherit the gift of knowledge beyond, and knowledge within.”*

*That was the phrase that led struggling engineer, Herman Schultz, down a path of emphatic servitude that put him directly in Spider-Man’s crosshairs.*

*Herman’s family and friends abandoned him, and he began to spiral. By day, he was a small engineer working for a struggling company, living paycheck to paycheck. By night, he turned to a life of petty crime. As fate would have it, in an abandoned building, he discovered 2 drums, and 10 strange drumsticks.*

*After taking home the set, Herman became accosted by weeks of mysterious drumming, a spectral sound that drove him to the brink of insanity. Sleepless nights held together by an endless pounding from nowhere. Dreamlike days spent running from a noise he could find no source to.*

*Eventually, events escalated until he could no longer hear voices when people spoke to him, just the same, high-tempo note, played at-nauseam. His job fired him, his last few connections distanced themselves because all Herman could do was succumb to an isolating, auditory plague with only one case.*

*Unable to take it anymore, he turned to a last-ditch attempt to end the misery. Suicide. Just as he was about to end it all, he realized, just beneath the surface of his torture, he could hear a message. A repeating note that only he could understand. A scripture that only he could process.*

*”To he who heeds my tempo; if he may attribute his life to my gospel, he shall inherit the gift of knowledge beyond, and knowledge within.”*

*As soon as he grasped those words, the very cells that made up his neurons changed. Something within his being transformed. Whether his ascension led to his freedom, or a new, unique type of captivity is unknown. At the very least, Herman was not the man he was before.*

*From the moment he lowered that razor blade from his neck, he was Shocker. A one man religion, the lone disciple of something ancient, something that does not care for anything other than abject knowledge. A truth buried deep under the many folds of reality, a truth that Shocker now relished within.*

*What is that truth? Pure sound.*

*An auditory cleansing that Shocker cannot help but share with the world.*

*A vibrational frequency so glorious that it would shake the very base of reality, and render every living thing beholden to his will.*

*Spurred by a new, grievous wisdom, Shocker follows the instructions of something incomprehensible to any man. He spends every waking moment trying to collect as much metal as he can. He used his newfound wisdom to fuse the blessed drums and drumsticks with his own body, twisting his flesh and bone into a temple with which to serve his master, his god. He is no longer just a lowly engineer, but is instead, a behemoth, an apostle wrought of brass and base. A priest with enough raw power to go toe to toe with his nemesis, the friendly neighborhood wall-crawler.*

*But for all of his strength, all of his conviction, is Shocker still a man? If faith and knowledge and emotion makes us human, could Herman Schultz still be buried somewhere deep within the cold, hard copper heart that keeps the Shocker alive?*

*Spider-Man hopes so. Hopes that someday, Herman may be rehabilitated. He sees the passion, the good, submerged in a living casket of flesh and hardware. He prays that he’ll live to see a day that Shocker wakes up with charity and sanity. Both for Herman’s sake, and the sake of the world…*

Hey guys, Mikey here. To expound a little, the deity he worships follows the trope of, “ancient, lovecraftian evil of a dead religion whose followers all died off years ago.” I really like that concept, and I think it’s just a good explanation for vague rituals in general. Also, I haven’t really put a whole ton of thought into what the Eldridge entity should look like, and I thought a being of pure sound would be sick. Like a living scripture, kept alive through literal rhythm.

Anyhow, the deity needed Herman to be on the edge of insanity in order to influence him. I didn’t consider a fully realized end goal, more so that the entity holds a knowledge beyond human comprehension. The closest idea of what it wants, and why it compels Shocker to gather metal, is because it wants to create a mechanical instrument big enough to create a sound so intense that it wipes out as much life as possible within the vicinity, preferably all of humanity. I think that’s the closest we can come to grasping what the endgame for this thing is.

Given that it’s such a long, drawn out goal, it’s gonna take Shocker decades to complete. Therefore, Sherman, being an engineer, has some degree of knowledge in the world of technology and construction. With the amplified brainpower bestowed by the entity, all of the information he’s already retained kind of expands to things he didn’t even know before. He can’t vocally formulate why or how he’s doing it since he was initially bound to his mortal coil and its weaknesses, but he now knows how to build things that would seem impossible to a normal person.

That means, he knows his task is going to take more than a lifetime, so how does he make himself live longer? He has to turn vital organs into robotic parts that are replaceable/upgradeable to some extent. He needs enhancements to even be able to withstand the power of the implanted drums. He needs hydraulic servos and metal muscles, joints that he can change out if they bend too far, preferably less breakable than normal human parts.

All of these details paint a picture of a man losing himself in the passion of insanity, and then finding a new purpose in the calm eye of a storm no one else can comprehend. He doesn’t kill because he wants people to be hurt or die, he doesn’t steal to put others at a disadvantage. It’s all a means to a goal, all done in the name of worship. Hence the, “is he still really even a person?” Theme.

I liked the idea of, “what if a person with an engineering background used his knowledge of modern day machining to fuse cursed objects with his body. How long until you can no longer consider this individual a human:”

- If the cursed objects have a function and serve a purpose, can he expound upon that purpose?

- Can he upgrade their useability?

- Do they still function if they’re broken down and used for parts, applied to greater machine?

- What defines something being “broken down?”

- If a surgeon can cut open a body and methodically make an edit, can Herman saw the drumsticks into jointed fingers?

- How far can he take this power before he no longer has new ways to experiment with it?

It’s a subject that the FNAF tie-in books tackled with William Afton using possessed machinery to extend his lifetime, and I wanted to run with it and see where it went. I also drew a lot of inspiration from the cenobites designs in Hellraiser, a movie I desperately wanna watch soon.

I know this is a weird format, but I hope it’s somewhat comprehenseable. I really like this subreddit, and I wanted to see if this is a viable way to give an explanation for a character in an AU, without fully diving into a long, multi-part story. I’d also like to do something like this with the new AU character designs ongoing. Any and all feedback is appreciated, sorry if this comes across more like mad ramblings than an actual tale. I had a lot of fun with it, and I hope it translates well 😭🙏

*”To he who heeds my tempo; if he may attribute his life to my gospel, he shall inherit the gift of knowledge beyond, and knowledge within.”*

*That was the phrase that led struggling engineer, Herman Schultz, down a path of emphatic servitude that put him directly in Spider-Man’s crosshairs.*

*Herman’s family and friends abandoned him, and he began to spiral. By day, he was a small engineer working for a struggling company, living paycheck to paycheck. By night, he turned to a life of petty crime. As fate would have it, in an abandoned building, he discovered 2 drums, and 10 strange drumsticks.*

*After taking home the set, Herman became accosted by weeks of mysterious drumming, a spectral sound that drove him to the brink of insanity. Sleepless nights held together by an endless pounding from nowhere. Dreamlike days spent running from a noise he could find no source to.*

*Eventually, events escalated until he could no longer hear voices when people spoke to him, just the same, high-tempo note, played at-nauseam. His job fired him, his last few connections distanced themselves because all Herman could do was succumb to an isolating, auditory plague with only one case.*

*Unable to take it anymore, he turned to a last-ditch attempt to end the misery. Suicide. Just as he was about to end it all, he realized, just beneath the surface of his torture, he could hear a message. A repeating note that only he could understand. A scripture that only he could process.*

*”To he who heeds my tempo; if he may attribute his life to my gospel, he shall inherit the gift of knowledge beyond, and knowledge within.”*

*As soon as he grasped those words, the very cells that made up his neurons changed. Something within his being transformed. Whether his ascension led to his freedom, or a new, unique type of captivity is unknown. At the very least, Herman was not the man he was before.*

*From the moment he lowered that razor blade from his neck, he was Shocker. A one man religion, the lone disciple of something ancient, something that does not care for anything other than abject knowledge. A truth buried deep under the many folds of reality, a truth that Shocker now relished within.*

*What is that truth? Pure sound.*

*An auditory cleansing that Shocker cannot help but share with the world.*

*A vibrational frequency so glorious that it would shake the very base of reality, and render every living thing beholden to his will.*

*Spurred by a new, grievous wisdom, Shocker follows the instructions of something incomprehensible to any man. He spends every waking moment trying to collect as much metal as he can. He used his newfound wisdom to fuse the blessed drums and drumsticks with his own body, twisting his flesh and bone into a temple with which to serve his master, his god. He is no longer just a lowly engineer, but is instead, a behemoth, an apostle wrought of brass and base. A priest with enough raw power to go toe to toe with his nemesis, the friendly neighborhood wall-crawler.*

*But for all of his strength, all of his conviction, is Shocker still a man? If faith and knowledge and emotion makes us human, could Herman Schultz still be buried somewhere deep within the cold, hard copper heart that keeps the Shocker alive?*

*Spider-Man hopes so. Hopes that someday, Herman may be rehabilitated. He sees the passion, the good, submerged in a living casket of flesh and hardware. He prays that he’ll live to see a day that Shocker wakes up with charity and sanity. Both for Herman’s sake, and the sake of the world…*

Hey guys, Mikey here. To expound a little, the deity he worships follows the trope of, “ancient, lovecraftian evil of a dead religion whose followers all died off years ago.” I really like that concept, and I think it’s just a good explanation for vague rituals in general. Also, I haven’t really put a whole ton of thought into what the Eldridge entity should look like, and I thought a being of pure sound would be sick. Like a living scripture, kept alive through literal rhythm.

Anyhow, the deity needed Herman to be on the edge of insanity in order to influence him. I didn’t consider a fully realized end goal, more so that the entity holds a knowledge beyond human comprehension. The closest idea of what it wants, and why it compels Shocker to gather metal, is because it wants to create a mechanical instrument big enough to create a sound so intense that it wipes out as much life as possible within the vicinity, preferably all of humanity. I think that’s the closest we can come to grasping what the endgame for this thing is.

Given that it’s such a long, drawn out goal, it’s gonna take Shocker decades to complete. Therefore, Sherman, being an engineer, has some degree of knowledge in the world of technology and construction. With the amplified brainpower bestowed by the entity, all of the information he’s already retained kind of expands to things he didn’t even know before. He can’t vocally formulate why or how he’s doing it since he was initially bound to his mortal coil and its weaknesses, but he now knows how to build things that would seem impossible to a normal person.

That means, he knows his task is going to take more than a lifetime, so how does he make himself live longer? He has to turn vital organs into robotic parts that are replaceable/upgradeable to some extent. He needs enhancements to even be able to withstand the power of the implanted drums. He needs hydraulic servos and metal muscles, joints that he can change out if they bend too far, preferably less breakable than normal human parts.

All of these details paint a picture of a man losing himself in the passion of insanity, and then finding a new purpose in the calm eye of a storm no one else can comprehend. He doesn’t kill because he wants people to be hurt or die, he doesn’t steal to put others at a disadvantage. It’s all a means to a goal, all done in the name of worship. Hence the, “is he still really even a person?” Theme.

I liked the idea of, “what if a person with an engineering background used his knowledge of modern day machining to fuse cursed objects with his body. How long until you can no longer consider this individual a human:”

- If the cursed objects have a function and serve a purpose, can he expound upon that purpose?

- Can he upgrade their useability?

- Do they still function if they’re broken down and used for parts, applied to greater machine?

- What defines something being “broken down?”

- If a surgeon can cut open a body and methodically make an edit, can Herman saw the drumsticks into jointed fingers?

- How far can he take this power before he no longer has new ways to experiment with it?

It’s a subject that the FNAF tie-in books tackled with William Afton using possessed machinery to extend his lifetime, and I wanted to run with it and see where it went. I also drew a lot of inspiration from the cenobites designs in Hellraiser, a movie I desperately wanna watch soon.

I know this is a weird format, but I hope it’s somewhat comprehenseable. I really like this subreddit, and I wanted to see if this is a viable way to give an explanation for a character in an AU, without fully diving into a long, multi-part story. I’d also like to do something like this with the new AU character designs ongoing. Any and all feedback is appreciated, sorry if this comes across more like mad ramblings than an actual tale. I had a lot of fun with it, and I hope it translates well 😭🙏

*”To he who heeds my tempo; if he may attribute his life to my gospel, he shall inherit the gift of knowledge beyond, and knowledge within.”*

*That was the phrase that led struggling engineer, Herman Schultz, down a path of emphatic servitude that put him directly in Spider-Man’s crosshairs.*

*Herman’s family and friends abandoned him, and he began to spiral. By day, he was a small engineer working for a struggling company, living paycheck to paycheck. By night, he turned to a life of petty crime. As fate would have it, in an abandoned building, he discovered 2 drums, and 10 strange drumsticks.*

*After taking home the set, Herman became accosted by weeks of mysterious drumming, a spectral sound that drove him to the brink of insanity. Sleepless nights held together by an endless pounding from nowhere. Dreamlike days spent running from a noise he could find no source to.*

*Eventually, events escalated until he could no longer hear voices when people spoke to him, just the same, high-tempo note, played at-nauseam. His job fired him, his last few connections distanced themselves because all Herman could do was succumb to an isolating, auditory plague with only one case.*

*Unable to take it anymore, he turned to a last-ditch attempt to end the misery. Suicide. Just as he was about to end it all, he realized, just beneath the surface of his torture, he could hear a message. A repeating note that only he could understand. A scripture that only he could process.*

*”To he who heeds my tempo; if he may attribute his life to my gospel, he shall inherit the gift of knowledge beyond, and knowledge within.”*

*As soon as he grasped those words, the very cells that made up his neurons changed. Something within his being transformed. Whether his ascension led to his freedom, or a new, unique type of captivity is unknown. At the very least, Herman was not the man he was before.*

*From the moment he lowered that razor blade from his neck, he was Shocker. A one man religion, the lone disciple of something ancient, something that does not care for anything other than abject knowledge. A truth buried deep under the many folds of reality, a truth that Shocker now relished within.*

*What is that truth? Pure sound.*

*An auditory cleansing that Shocker cannot help but share with the world.*

*A vibrational frequency so glorious that it would shake the very base of reality, and render every living thing beholden to his will.*

*Spurred by a new, grievous wisdom, Shocker follows the instructions of something incomprehensible to any man. He spends every waking moment trying to collect as much metal as he can. He used his newfound wisdom to fuse the blessed drums and drumsticks with his own body, twisting his flesh and bone into a temple with which to serve his master, his god. He is no longer just a lowly engineer, but is instead, a behemoth, an apostle wrought of brass and base. A priest with enough raw power to go toe to toe with his nemesis, the friendly neighborhood wall-crawler.*

*But for all of his strength, all of his conviction, is Shocker still a man? If faith and knowledge and emotion makes us human, could Herman Schultz still be buried somewhere deep within the cold, hard copper heart that keeps the Shocker alive?*

*Spider-Man hopes so. Hopes that someday, Herman may be rehabilitated. He sees the passion, the good, submerged in a living casket of flesh and hardware. He prays that he’ll live to see a day that Shocker wakes up with charity and sanity. Both for Herman’s sake, and the sake of the world…*

Hey guys, Mikey here. To expound a little, the deity he worships follows the trope of, “ancient, lovecraftian evil of a dead religion whose followers all died off years ago.” I really like that concept, and I think it’s just a good explanation for vague rituals in general. Also, I haven’t really put a whole ton of thought into what the Eldridge entity should look like, and I thought a being of pure sound would be sick. Like a living scripture, kept alive through literal rhythm.

Anyhow, the deity needed Herman to be on the edge of insanity in order to influence him. I didn’t consider a fully realized end goal, more so that the entity holds a knowledge beyond human comprehension. The closest idea of what it wants, and why it compels Shocker to gather metal, is because it wants to create a mechanical instrument big enough to create a sound so intense that it wipes out as much life as possible within the vicinity, preferably all of humanity. I think that’s the closest we can come to grasping what the endgame for this thing is.

Given that it’s such a long, drawn out goal, it’s gonna take Shocker decades to complete. Therefore, Sherman, being an engineer, has some degree of knowledge in the world of technology and construction. With the amplified brainpower bestowed by the entity, all of the information he’s already retained kind of expands to things he didn’t even know before. He can’t vocally formulate why or how he’s doing it since he was initially bound to his mortal coil and its weaknesses, but he now knows how to build things that would seem impossible to a normal person.

That means, he knows his task is going to take more than a lifetime, so how does he make himself live longer? He has to turn vital organs into robotic parts that are replaceable/upgradeable to some extent. He needs enhancements to even be able to withstand the power of the implanted drums. He needs hydraulic servos and metal muscles, joints that he can change out if they bend too far, preferably less breakable than normal human parts.

All of these details paint a picture of a man losing himself in the passion of insanity, and then finding a new purpose in the calm eye of a storm no one else can comprehend. He doesn’t kill because he wants people to be hurt or die, he doesn’t steal to put others at a disadvantage. It’s all a means to a goal, all done in the name of worship. Hence the, “is he still really even a person?” Theme.

I liked the idea of, “what if a person with an engineering background used his knowledge of modern day machining to fuse cursed objects with his body. How long until you can no longer consider this individual a human:”

- If the cursed objects have a function and serve a purpose, can he expound upon that purpose?

- Can he upgrade their useability?

- Do they still function if they’re broken down and used for parts, applied to greater machine?

- What defines something being “broken down?”

- If a surgeon can cut open a body and methodically make an edit, can Herman saw the drumsticks into jointed fingers?

- How far can he take this power before he no longer has new ways to experiment with it?

It’s a subject that the FNAF tie-in books tackled with William Afton using possessed machinery to extend his lifetime, and I wanted to run with it and see where it went. I also drew a lot of inspiration from the cenobites designs in Hellraiser, a movie I desperately wanna watch soon.

I know this is a weird format, but I hope it’s somewhat comprehenseable. I really like this subreddit, and I wanted to see if this is a viable way to give an explanation for a character in an AU, without fully diving into a long, multi-part story. I’d also like to do something like this with the new AU character designs ongoing. Any and all feedback is appreciated, sorry if this comes across more like mad ramblings than an actual tale. I had a lot of fun with it, and I hope it translates well 😭🙏

*“To he who heeds my tempo; if he may attribute his life to my gospel, he shall inherit the gift of knowledge beyond, and knowledge within.”*

*That was the phrase that led struggling engineer, Herman Schultz, down a path of emphatic servitude that put him directly in Spider-Man’s crosshairs.*

*Herman’s family and friends abandoned him, and he began to spiral. By day, he was a small engineer working for a struggling company, living paycheck to paycheck. By night, he turned to a life of petty crime. As fate would have it, in an abandoned building, he discovered 2 drums, and 10 strange drumsticks.*

*After taking home the set, Herman became accosted by weeks of mysterious drumming, a spectral sound that drove him to the brink of insanity. Sleepless nights held together by an endless pounding from nowhere. Dreamlike days spent running from a noise he could find no source to.*

*Eventually, events escalated until he could no longer hear voices when people spoke to him, just the same, high-tempo note, played at-nauseam. His job fired him, his last few connections distanced themselves because all Herman could do was succumb to an isolating, auditory plague with only one case.*

*Unable to take it anymore, he turned to a last-ditch attempt to end the misery. Suicide. Just as he was about to end it all, he realized, just beneath the surface of his torture, he could hear a message. A repeating note that only he could understand. A scripture that only he could process.*

*“To he who heeds my tempo; if he may attribute his life to my gospel, he shall inherit the gift of knowledge beyond, and knowledge within.”*

*As soon as he grasped those words, the very cells that made up his neurons changed. Something within his being transformed. Whether his ascension led to his freedom, or a new, unique type of captivity is unknown. At the very least, Herman was not the man he was before.*

*From the moment he lowered that razor blade from his neck, he was Shocker. A one man religion, the lone disciple of something ancient, something that does not care for anything other than abject knowledge. A truth buried deep under the many folds of reality, a truth that Shocker now relished within.*

*What is that truth? Pure sound.*

*An auditory cleansing that Shocker cannot help but share with the world.*

*A vibrational frequency so glorious that it would shake the very base of reality, and render every living thing beholden to his will.*

*Spurred by a new, grievous wisdom, Shocker follows the instructions of something incomprehensible to any man. He spends every waking moment trying to collect as much metal as he can. He used his newfound wisdom to fuse the blessed drums and drumsticks with his own body, twisting his flesh and bone into a temple with which to serve his master, his god. He is no longer just a lowly engineer, but is instead, a behemoth, an apostle wrought of brass and base. A priest with enough raw power to go toe to toe with his nemesis, the friendly neighborhood wall-crawler.*

*But for all of his strength, all of his conviction, is Shocker still a man? If faith and knowledge and emotion makes us human, could Herman Schultz still be buried somewhere deep within the cold, hard copper heart that keeps the Shocker alive?*

*Spider-Man hopes so. Hopes that someday, Herman may be rehabilitated. He sees the passion, the good, submerged in a living casket of flesh and hardware. He prays that he’ll live to see a day that Shocker wakes up with charity and sanity. Both for Herman’s sake, and the sake of the world…*

Hey guys, Mikey here. To expound a little, the deity he worships follows the trope of, “ancient, lovecraftian evil of a dead religion whose followers all died off years ago.” I really like that concept, and I think it’s just a good explanation for vague rituals in general. Also, I haven’t really put a whole ton of thought into what the Eldridge entity should look like, and I thought a being of pure sound would be sick. Like a living scripture, kept alive through literal rhythm.

Anyhow, the deity needed Herman to be on the edge of insanity in order to influence him. I didn’t consider a fully realized end goal, more so that the entity holds a knowledge beyond human comprehension. The closest idea of what it wants, and why it compels Shocker to gather metal, is because it wants to create a mechanical instrument big enough to create a sound so intense that it wipes out as much life as possible within the vicinity, preferably all of humanity. I think that’s the closest we can come to grasping what the endgame for this thing is.

Given that it’s such a long, drawn out goal, it’s gonna take Shocker decades to complete. Therefore, Sherman, being an engineer, has some degree of knowledge in the world of technology and construction. With the amplified brainpower bestowed by the entity, all of the information he’s already retained kind of expands to things he didn’t even know before. He can’t vocally formulate why or how he’s doing it since he was initially bound to his mortal coil and its weaknesses, but he now knows how to build things that would seem impossible to a normal person.

That means, he knows his task is going to take more than a lifetime, so how does he make himself live longer? He has to turn vital organs into robotic parts that are replaceable/upgradeable to some extent. He needs enhancements to even be able to withstand the power of the implanted drums. He needs hydraulic servos and metal muscles, joints that he can change out if they bend too far, preferably less breakable than normal human parts.

All of these details paint a picture of a man losing himself in the passion of insanity, and then finding a new purpose in the calm eye of a storm no one else can comprehend. He doesn’t kill because he wants people to be hurt or die, he doesn’t steal to put others at a disadvantage. It’s all a means to a goal, all done in the name of worship. Hence the, “is he still really even a person?” Theme.

I liked the idea of, “what if a person with an engineering background used his knowledge of modern day machining to fuse cursed objects with his body. How long until you can no longer consider this individual a human:”

- If the cursed objects have a function and serve a purpose, can he expound upon that purpose?

- Can he upgrade their useability?

- Do they still function if they’re broken down and used for parts, applied to greater machine?

- What defines something being “broken down?”

- If a surgeon can cut open a body and methodically make an edit, can Herman saw the drumsticks into jointed fingers?

- How far can he take this power before he no longer has new ways to experiment with it?

It’s a subject that the FNAF tie-in books tackled with William Afton using possessed machinery to extend his lifetime, and I wanted to run with it and see where it went. I also drew a lot of inspiration from the cenobites designs in Hellraiser, a movie I desperately wanna watch soon.

I know this is a weird format, but I hope it’s somewhat comprehenseable. I really like this subreddit, and I wanted to see if this is a viable way to give an explanation for a character in an AU, without fully diving into a long, multi-part story. I’d also like to do something like this with the new AU character designs ongoing. Any and all feedback is appreciated, sorry if this comes across more like mad ramblings than an actual tale. I had a lot of fun with it, and I hope it translates well 😭🙏