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Storytelling is my profession. If I told you that in 2020 you would have thought I was a writer, children's novels, or perhaps a podcaster considering my age. Now when I tell people that, they give me a look of pity or a laugh.

Nothing tells the world that your a worthless nobody better than saying that.

I had just graduated when quarantine started. Took a gap year and just stayed home with the family doing nothing but rot on the couch for the most part. I wasted all of that precious time to learn something, anything, before the lockdown failed.

I always wondered what I could have done had I gotten a job before February 2021.

Maybe a dismantler in the recycling centre if I explored my interest in things like those building kits. Or maybe an extra hand in the tailor shop if I learned more about crocheting. Work in the kitchen if I baked more.

Of course I still wouldn't make much more. Hours would be shit. Especially in winter. Cold air makes the pain act up.

That's another thing I always wondered about. What if I fractured my ankle before The Fall? Gone to a hospital, gotten a cast or boot or whatever and let it heal properly. The possibilities are endless.

I would have made it onto the last bus. I wouldn't have been denied by every group I came across. I would have been able to use a bike. I would be able to fucking run.

...god I miss running.

Can't run. Can't scavenge. Can't do anything actually useful. Can't even do a job nobody wants because my ankle hurts halfway through the shift, nobody wants a slacker. Can't do nothing.

Nothing but tell stories.

It's mostly to children. Tell a story and if they like it they'll give me whatever they feel like. Sometimes they'll give me something for a request.

I tell them stories of the movies I loved, the shows I watched religiously, the anime I was shy to share, the books I forget the middle of. I tell them anything I think of.

It earns me enough. Enough to eat, to drink, but most importantly it earns me something far more valuable. I am rich in it while most in this town are in need of it.

I didn't know I had so much of it for quite some time. Not until I experienced my first winter after The Fall.

We never got much snow but I guess the drop in pollution did something? I don't know but ever since 2021 we've had so much of it here. My first winter like this there was easily a foot and I nearly lost a foot to frost bite.

I would have too had I not been allowed to stay in a family's horse stable that winter. They had passed my freezing body that day and dragged me in. This made news for the town as most ignore the freezing on the streets. Heartless inactions years ago now smart and the norm. You don't know who we are but you know what we are.

We are freezing. We are starving. We are desperate for more. We want more.

It's safer to ignore us than to trust us because you don't know us.

But in this case he did. Little Liam, one of my regular listeners. He vouched for me, told them I was the storyteller he went to, I had a bad leg, I was harmless. That was enough for his family to let me into their stable.

I am rich in trust. The children's specifically. They trust me and through them I have access to others.

I received a crutch that was to be scrapped from a carpenter after his niece told him I knew the ending to a show he never got to finish.

I received an old jacket from a tailor when she learned I was the one who kept her children interested in school with my tales of odd natural events.

By the second winter I had made myself an actual little business. People come to me for the endings of things they never finished. They come to me for stories they never started. They come to escape. New books are hard to come by after all.

By the third winter I actually managed housing. I was allowed to sleep in the bar as at night my tales were popular among the drunks. I was also a good enough shot and alarm system if anyone tried to break in. I was no longer one of the faceless on the street but a member of the town.

I was me again. A person.

Until some of our regulars tried to come in after hours. Our more influential regulars. I did my job, I heard the window break and shot a warning shot at the roof. I did my job, fired a warning shot, and lost my eye.

By the fourth winter I was back on the streets as a faceless nobody. My business was back to what it once was. A little sad entertainment for children for whatever scraps they managed to get from their parents.

They tried to help. The adults. But the regulars were influential. One was the head builder of this town, the one who built the walls. Another was one of the few doctors we had. Also they were just getting to know who I am. Now they're back to knowing what I am.

Never will they trust me as much as their children do for they know better. As they should.

I'm not a bad person. I'm not. I'm just a woman with a bad leg and no eye who is trying to do everything she can to survive in a new world.

I'm just telling them stories. About a monster who creeps into your body. Makes you act different. Loud, messy, angry, and gives off an awful smell (just like the regulars). Smells just like the monsters outside of town that bang on the walls (the monsters they've never actually seen). Smells a little like the drink that adults like to drink at the bar (the one I used to live at).

Don't worry, your parents will be fine (I know none of them ever drank like they did). Now remember the smell, the loudness, the anger, like the monsters. Do you know who to go to for help if you see these monsters (who have it ingrained to shoot first when a child could be in danger)? ...yes. That's right. You go to the patrolmen or your parents and tell them that a monster got them (exactly that, a monster got them).

The patrolmen will take care of them. They got the tools for it after all. Now go on. It's getting late and the monsters come out when it's dark...what about me? ...can I ask that you who live near my corner keep an eye on me through your window? ...thank you my little listeners.

By the fifth winter I live in the room above the bar. I have a jacket that fits me and doesn't have holes in them. I have a crutch that's my size. I have an eyepatch that has a book patch on it. I have gained weight, grown out my hair, and have a nightly routine where after I tell my last tale and close up the bar I enjoy a cup of tea while enjoying the view from my window.

My little corner where I slept. Where my little listeners, too scared to sleep, saw the monsters stagger towards me and woke up their families with screams of help.

No was at fault. The parents only did what anyone else would do given the information they had. If you hear there's a monster, an infected, outside you shoot it. The children were not at fault for they were merely spooked from scary stories and possibly hearing infected from outside the walls. I was not at fault for how is a storyteller at fault for telling a story? I was not the one who pulled the trigger. I was not the one who told the children it was true. I just told them a story. Simple as that.

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I'm sick and was sick yesterday. Yesterday I walked along the beach hoping the sea breeze would allow me to breathe (it did) and I saw a seal in the ocean I tried to take a picture and it dove under. Whatever still got to see a seal day is better

This sunuvafish, this motherfudger, this smug little bastard taunted me for 20 minutes

Every couple of minutes I saw him resurface only long enough for me to see him and then he went under

My fun little walk along the beach in hopes of feeling better turned into a hate filled search for this bastard so I could take a picture of him

I never got a picture of him but I found a cool fort and decorated it with cool rocks and seashells

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"I think Kim and Max had a fight."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well they aren't sitting together for lunch."

"That's not that strange, humans actually need alone time from one another. Even if they're as close as Kim and Max."

"Yes but while swinging by I noticed they both have bruises on them."

"Again that is not strange. They work in the youngling centre, remember? Everyday I find a new scratch, bruise, or bitemark on them. Once Max had an acid burn from a Vasid."

"But some looked like human hand prints. Adult human hand prints."

"...why would they fight though? They share the same territory, they have bonded over many cycles, they are not courting the other, why would they fight?"

"I heard humans fight for fun against one another, perhaps that is it?"

"But look, they are not happy with the other."

"...should we ask?"

"Do you have voids for brains? You can't just ask a being why they fought their pack mate!"

"With humans you can!"

"Fine. Who do we ask?"

"Kim because we can climb out of her reach fastest." the beings swung over to a grumpy Kim and dropped down into the chairs beside her.

"Hello human Kim."

"We were wondering what happened to you." they gestured with their claw the numerous bruises on her wrists and forearms.

"Max happened. Damn cheater."

"..."

"...He did this??? But why??"

"Because he's a damn cheat!!" the human yells meeting the other human's glare from across the room.

"I did not you sneaky little shit!!" the human male bursts up knocking over his chair

"My hand was on first!"

"Your stubby ass little pinky is not your hand!" the humans meet in the middle nose to nose.

"IT WAS BELOW YOUR'S!!"

"IT DOESN'T MATTER! IT WAS A PINKY VERSUS A DAMN HAND!!"

"ENOUGH! WHAT ARE YOU TWO TALKING ABOUT?!" yells Geld shoving them apart with his many appendages. "What is this nonsense about hands and being first?"

"..."

"..."

"Well? We're waiting!"

"...we were playing Slap Jack." Max mumbles.

"We got...pretty into it." Kim adds looking at her feet.

"Who is Jack and why are you slapping him?! What is it with you humans and your games?!" Geld cries horrified.

"I think I have heard of this one! It is a game of cards where you need to hit a card called Jack. It uses your speed and sight quite well, yes? For you have to hit the card before your opponent?"

"...you received this," Geld grabs Max's arm to look at a bruise in the shape of fingers on his forearm. "from a game???"

"Kim tried to wrestle the pile from me." he smirks.

"And you received this from it as well?" Haq points to Kim's swollen thumb knuckle.

"Max was milliseconds from slapping it first and smashed my thumb to the table." she grins.

"Why are you happy?!" the two cried.

"Because it was a good game."

"Yeah, that was a great comeback you had."

"Sorry about your thumb."

"No worries, sorry about your arm."

"Eh, nothing a free lunch won't heal."

"Well next time I'll be winning that free lunch." and as the two humans walked off to eat lunch Geld and Haq watched in horror at how the human race could declare war against one another so easily while playing a game.

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Darn spider monkey

"Tag! Your it!"

"...can we play something else?" huffs Tuk, her tail swishing back and forth in boredom.

"You don't like tag?" asks Marl scurrying back to their large blue friend.

"I do but we always play it! How about a new game?" The na'vi smiles as she sets her little friend on her shoulder.

"Hmmm...I can't think of anything."

"...neither can I."

"Put your foot in for grounders!" shouts one of their teachers in a nearby clearing.

"...grounders?"

"Grounders."

.

"So for those who don't know what grounders is, like Tuk and Marl, it's basically tag but the person who is it closes their eyes when on the...well not on the ground since we don't have a playground here." Explains Max.

"If the person who is it isn't on the ground and shouts grounders then whoever is on the ground is it. Now, if you're climbing high you can keep your eyes open until in a safe spot. But if your peeking to cheat then you have to go back onto the ground, that's called broken dishes."

"Why is called broken dishes?"

"...I have no idea. Anywho! If your tagged but really don't wanna be it then me or Kim will be it instead. Right Kim?"

"I prefer to be the hunter rather then the hunted."

"Got it? Okay! Game starts in 5...4..."

The younglings scattered. Some went straight for higher ground so as to have the advantage of sight while others focused on putting as much distance between them and the human male. Tuk and Marl obviously went for the high ground.

Being as it they were on her home planet, Tuk had a clear advantage in growing up in these very forests, she knew all the best ways to climb and scale these massive trees. Marl while being very small was still a ursa, creatures that typically spend the first 3 years of their life in the treetops. The two friends easily made it up 15 feet of the ground in two bounding leaps.

"This'll be so easy."

"Right? We just have to stay up here and we'll never be caught!"

..

"...this is kinda boring now." huffs Tuk. For 10 minutes they've stayed in the same spot watching their teachers chase the other younglings.

they haven't been ignored but were too far off the ground to be reached. The trunk was too smooth and the branches were too high for the humans. After multiple attempts by Max he gave up and focused on the other younglings.

"I find it entertaining! Go Pollix! GO! He's right behind you!" Marl cheered as the tighalax weaved through trees trying to lose the human. With a burst of speed he dropped down onto all fours and ran under a tunnel of roots.

"Yeah! Too bad mister Max!" the human ran even faster but this time to the right, away from the root tunnel. Tuk raised her brow as she watched him run up to a nearby tree and quickly begin climbing up.

"...Pollix get out of there! He's gonna-!"

"GROUNDERS! Got ya Pollix!"

"Darn it!" growled the cub from tunnel.

"Okay I guess it is entertaining." Tuk smiled.

...

By the 20 minute mark more than half the younglings were tired and sitting in the shade with Max. Tuk and Marl still in their spot. Kim and a few others on the ground running around.

"...wanna change spots?"

"Sure, how about that sunny spot over there?"

"Looks good."

"...wait. They're planning something."

"Who?"

"Kim and Piper." Marl pointed and true enough the adult was whispering something to the child while occasionally glancing towards them...while leaving just the smallest bit of space between them. When the girl smiled and nodded Kim grinned as well and together sprinted towards the tree they were on.

But rather than try and climb it as they had thought they would do, Kim turned and squatted against the tree.

Knee, shoulder, then waiting for Kim to stand, and finally using the adults palms as the final step Piper jumped and grabbed the lowest vine.

Piper was now it.

Piper was now scaling the tree like a prolemuris. The human youngling turned and swung her body in ways that the older humans couldn't and thus helped her go higher and higher.

"...We should start climbing."

"Way ahead of you!"

....

Together the humans managed to tag Tuk as she was a larger target than Marl.

With Kim's help Piper could reach the lowest vine or branch and from there she was set. granted she was not as fast as them but she had knocked down vines for others to climb so as to tag Tuk and Marl, the only two haven't been it yet!

A tragedy that must be corrected!!

The trees were no longer safe for the na'vi or ursa nor were the ground as that was the adult's domain.

While Tuk was bigger than the adult and therefore could outpace her she hadn't realized how committed human adults are to games. Even if it was children's game.

Deliberately Kim would go after Marl, the slower of the two, and make a show of almost catching them. Tuk, not wanting her friend to be it would always try to reach Marl first and carry them away. An abrupt stop would be Tuk's only warning before the human turned towards her and lunged.

If that didn't work then she would use the smallest youngling's affections to her advantage. Thrice she had ordered Anwred and Tarlak to hug her legs thus slowing her down.

"...I'm done..."

"Me too..."

"You guys did good, miss Kim hardly ever uses Piper in grounders." smiles Pollix.

"How does she do that? I mean, Spider, my human friend, can do that too but he grew up doing that. So how does Piper do it?"

"Apparently she has other teachers that taught her how to that and is just one of those humans whose better at climbing than others."

"Yeah! She used to climb miss Kim and mister Max all the time! Right onto their shoulders!" chirped Xw.

"She's a little spider monkey alright." said Kim walking over with said spider monkey clinging onto her back smiling rather proudly.

"...darn spider monkey." muttered Marl while Tuk laughed.

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"Are you sure this is a good idea?" whispered the Beerix.

"Your communicator doesn't have service on Earth and my phone is dead. I need to charge it somewhere and this is the closest place that won't ID us." the human looked through the window into the crowded pub searching for an outlet.

"Just...hood up, hat pulled down, and stay close to me." she whispered as they reached the front of line.

"How do you know they won't ID us-?"

"Two people? Alright, come on in!" smiles the doorman.

The human and beerix walk in and are hit with body heat, loud music, dozens of loud voices, and a wave of bodies.

"Told you, now come on, there's an outlet over there."

Pushing and shoving their way through the crow the duo makes it to the back of the pub where a table and some stools are. Quickly the human takes out a charger and plugs in her phone.

"Great, now we just need to wait."

"For how long?"

"At least 10 minutes so we'll make it to the nearest base."

"I hate it here. It's loud and...smelly." wrinkles the beerix's snout.

"I know...here I'll buy you something to eat. Want a drink too?"

"...fine. Just be quick."

"Alright, remember, hoo-"

"Hood up, hat pulled down, yeah yeah I know Kim, you only told me a hundred times tonight."

"...sorry, I'll get you that food and drink!"

He watched as his friend disappeared into the crowd and huddled into chair. Every couple of seconds he checked the phone hoping that'd it'd miraculously be fully charged so they could go.

"Come to Earth they said, it'll be fun they said...why couldn't we just have stayed on the ship and go to the new year's party like usual?"

"Excuse me mate? Can we sit here?" he whipped his head up to see three humans standing before him.

"Uh..."

"It's just that there's no where ta sit and it looks like it's just you and friend so could we?"

"...sure." he forced out knowing it'd draw more attention to say no and that more people would just ask this very same question later.

"Thanks mate! I'm Arty, this is Celia, and this is Sean. What's your name?"

"...Quip."

"I love that name! And your hat! It's so gorgeous, where'd you buy it?"

"Oh my god Celia look at his eyes! They're shiny like...like flashlights."

"Don't mind them, they're a bit drunk right now." Laughed Arty.

"No worries..."

"Real nice hat though, never seen a design like before."

"Thanks...it's foreign."

"From where???" lean in the two Irish.

"Knock it off you two or I'll knock some sense into you."

"I...it's from..."

"Sweden! Hi nice to meet you, I'm Kim. Got you fries and a Guinness." she slides over to her friend.

"Oh lovely choice! They got great Guinness here!"

"I know, got one for myself."

The three Irish began to talk amongst themselves while Quip grabbed the attention of his friend and crewmate.

"We gotta go, now." he hissed.

"We can't until finishing our food and drinks, leaving without doing so would raise suspicion." she whispers back smiling at the three other humans.

"Two of them are drunk and the sober one wouldn't care."

"Maybe or maybe he would since as the only sober one he's on high alert right now. Besides I only have 8%. We need to wait now drink your Guinness and eat your fries."

"...you didn't even get one of those tiny drinks I like."

"Those are shots and this will last longer and tastes better."

"Better..."

[Four Guinness later]

"HE WAS A SKATER BOY SHE SAID SEE YOU LATER BOY, HE WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR HER!

SHE HAD A PRETTY FACE BUT HER HEAD WAS UP IN SPACE, SHE NEEDED TO COME BACK TO EAARRTH!!" screamed Quip, Celia and Sean, the three drunkenly dancing and singing to the song playing in the pub. Somehow Quip's hat ended up on Celia along with his hood on Sean, his pointed ears, snout and grey skin out for everyone to see.

"I can't believe how good your friend's cosplay is."

"I know...he loves Dragon Ball." smiles Kim thankful that Celia thought Quip said he was Beerus instead of Beerix.

"Yeah killer Beerus cosplay, too bad he couldn't get purple paint though."

"MATE HOW DO YOU NOT KNUR DIS ONE?!"

"I KNOW IT NOW!"

"OI SHUDDUP IT'S THE BESHT PART!"

"CAUSE I'M JUST A TEENAGE DIRTBAG BABY! YEAH I'M JUST A TEENAGE DIRTBAG BABY! LISTEN TO IRON MAIDEN BABY!!"

Kim laughed as she watched her friend continue to poorly sing to the songs her and most of everyone else here grew up with.

"Quip! Quip! it's time to go!"

"Don't wanna! It's fun here!"

"Quip, Kal and Glip are probably worried about you! My phone is charged up, let's go!"

"Nooo!"

"Aw listen, listen to your friend mate, gotta get home to your family..."

"Yeah, don't wanna worry 'em. My girlfriend would call tha police if I didn't check in with her..."

After some more coaxing from Sean and Celia, Quip finally gave in and followed Kim out of the pub.

A phone call and bus ride later the two were soon reunited with the rest of their crew and soon went back to their ship.

Tomorrow Quip will be banned from drinking for 3 months by his partners and the Captain as he was trending on social media due to Celia and Sean posting the selfies and videos they took with him...which he drunkenly agreed to while his hat and hood were down.

For the rest of the month #IrishBeerus was a popular post.

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Watched Sonic 3 and my goodness gracious I held back so many laughs over Agent Stone's thirsting/swooning over Eggman. The suit making scene...I am 80% I know exactly what Stone was thinking in that moment and honestly can't blame him what a power move on Eggman part.

Gonna spoiler now.

I really like how they portrayed Shadow's relationship with Maria and showed us how they grew so close. They really were siblings and it showed in the short time we got to know Maria.

Also I am 80% certain that Ivo could create a clone of her. He said that he'd fire Stone after he successfully cloned him and considering how much of a genius he is and how matter of fact he sounded I really think he already has blueprints on how to do it.

Which means he can clone people! And not just babies but the actual desired age cause why would Ivo want a baby agent Stone. Meaning he can clone Maria! Bit of DNA and a big capsule and bam we got ourselves a clone. It's been 50 years but there's gotta be some DNA lying around somewhere in the base and if not then it's time to become Leonardo da Vinci.

Now the question is would she have a terminal illness like she does in other sonic lore or would she just have to deal with the trauma of being a clone 50 years in the future? I think it depends on how loyal of a fan you are/how much you like your angst (or you could make it angst with comfort since the medicine we have today could potentially cure/help her).

I could see her being brought to life by Ivo, maybe wanting to have a bio relative but one that he knows is kind and he has power over. Or G.U.N could do it as one of the attempts to clone a Robotnik so they could continue to have a super genius to exploit, yes I think Maria was highly intelligent in something. Perhaps not mathematics, or engineering but maybe in biology or history or whatever, something.

And of course I think Shadow is alive because how else could I traumatize him with the clone of his adoptive sister?!

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I love this but you son of a fish you put me through the 7 stages of grief when I realized that you made Anne a half-foot. NOT EVEN A TALL-MAN!

Marcy is for sure making a deal with the devil because of this. Imma rant and spoil now to cope so spoilers!

If Marcille did what she did to expand the lifespan of her short lived friends, who were primarily humans at first, to have more than another 60 years then I shudder to think what Marcy would do with a much shorter time frame.

Imagine the realization she would have about how much her friend would age in 10 years. They’re young adults here? Making Anne like 16 or so based off age of maturity for half-foots. In 10 years at age 26 she will be like Chilchuck. When turned into a human he looked to be a middle aged man, half-foot age 29 = human age 49

Sasha will be fine in 10 years, 20, 30 years and she’ll still have plenty of life left in her. Anne won’t though. She could be dead by then.

The clock was ticking for Marcille and is ringing for Marcy.

Amphibia x Delicious in Dungeon.

By ShimmyOh_ (comm)

(This AU is free to use btw.)

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'Tired. Hungry. Wannagohome. Wannasleepbutneedtodochores. Howmuchtimeisleft?WhatifIpulledthefirealarmtogohomeearly?Capwouldn'tbethatmad-' the human's mind whirled as hunger and exhaustion took over all her senses. Being tired was something Kim was used to but hunger is always hard to ignore. Why did she choose sleeping in over packing a lunch???

Although tired and borderline ravenous with hunger the human diligently watched the younglings as they played in the park. Every part of her still functioning brain was doing it's best to focus on the children's movements and surroundings.

Look out for suspicious individuals, look out for any child doing something stupid, head count, look out for any parents coming to pick up, repeat.

'Maxcomedistractme. Kidsdistractme. NononoI'llsnapatthemfromhanger. Hangertoodangerousrightnow. Sohungrysohungrysofu-'

"Miss Kim look at my pet!" smiled Athea bringing over what looked like a giant wolf boar thing. Some of the other little ones came with her and Kim could see Fenrir walking over with a warm smile.

"They're so big and fluffy! What's their name?" Kim smiled doing her best to keep down the hanger.

While the little orc talked all about her pet the human couldn't help but have her mind drift off. Nods and hums of approval was all the human could say without fear of giving into the hanger. The wolf boar thing's fur was all that kept the human grounded, petting it like it held the secrets to the universe in its fur...god she was hungry.

"-here's a treat miss Kim!" a large cracker like object is placed into the human's hand. A treat. Food.

She eats it in one bite without even looking at it.

It's salty, meaty, crunchy, a little stale, but not bad. Texture is strange though for a cracker or maybe its a biscuit, either way the hanger is now manageable enough for her to talk.

"Mm, what is this? Biscuit-gmph?!" Fenrir grabs her by the face and shoves his hand into her mouth.

"SPIT IT OUT! SPIT IT OUT KIM!!!" the orc yells sweeping through her mouth like a full of rage dentist.

"SHE ALREADY ATE IT UNCLE!" screams Athea already behind the human ready to do the Heimlich.

"Oh my god-WHAT DID SHE EAT THIS TIME?!" shouts Max drawn in by the commotion.

'what the f#ck did I eat???' is all that goes through the poor human's head.

.

After nearly making her throw up via the spine crushing heimlich Athea performed, some more rummaging through her mouth and gums, and some human/orc diet comparisons Kim was finally declared in the clear by a nurse who was going for a walk in the park.

Said human was now hunched over holding her stomach from her new bruises. And sipping a juice box so generously given to her by one of the younglings who wanted to cheer her up after the whole ordeal.

"I am so sorry love I should have asked you if humans could eat boglin liver...or the equivalent of it like your pig." the orc apologized rubbing her back soothingly.

"Not your fault Fen, it's this idiot's fault for not asking what she's eating." frowned Max. "Seriously, how did you not even bother to look at it? If you did then you'd see that it looks like a dog treat and that would've stopped you." he scolds handing her a granola bar.

"I've been classically conditioned!"

"...what?? By who??"

"My dad! So blame him!"

"...what is classically conditioned and why did your father do it to you love?"

"Basically you train a person or animal to do something. You say a word or make a noise as they do something then give them a reward, usually food, and eventually after a long enough time each time they hear the thing they'll just do the action. Like teaching a pet commands."

"...your father treated you like a pet?!" roars the enraged orc.

"Nonono! My dad loves me! He just called everything I liked a treat! Chocolate milk, treat, pineapple, treat, favorite dinner, treat!"

"...oh so when Athea said 'here's a treat' you thought it was food you would like?" Max asked.

"Exactly! See? My dad loves me, like a person!" Kim assured her very angry giant orc.

"...I understand...but please have less blind trust in the word 'treat' as not everything is safe for humans to eat." he sighs giving her a hug.

"Honestly she'd probably be fine no matter what. She's a raccoon."

"I...cannot argue against that."

"I do not know what that is but I will assume that it is a creature that eats hazardous things and garbage. Much like you my little love."

"Again I cannot argue against that."

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“Piper what’s wrong?” Asked the concerned youngling.

“That animal attacked me!” The girl exclaimed pointing towards some small younglings by the window.

”Wha-?”

“All I did was grab the ball by him, one he wasn’t even using! And then he hit me!”

“Who-?”

“why do we even have kids like him here anyways?! They smell, can’t talk, and act like animals!”

“Piper that’s mean!” Emira exclaimed. “You can’t say that! I don’t like that, you saying mean stuff about a different species!”

“Wha-?”

“Not all species can talk and that’s not their fault!”

“Wait-”

“And just because some of us look like your earth creatures doesn’t mean we like being called animals!”

“I didn’t-!”

“Piper stop describing the toddlers as wild animals!” Called out Max. “Oscar is 3! And you can have the ball now.”

“…you were talking about Oscar?”

“Yeah…”

“…he’s human though…so why did call him an animal?”

“Because he hit me! For no reason!”

“But he’s a baby human no? Don’t all babies act weird?”

“Yeah and I don’t like ‘em.”

“But you were a baby once no?”

“…”

“So all human babies are animals?”

“I wasn’t an animal!”

“See this is why I told you to stop exaggerating Piper!” Max said patting the pouty 3-year-old, grumpy at having to give up the ball…even though he wasn’t playing with it.

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if you like puzzles and choose your own story based games then I highly recommend Exit/Corners (its free and can be played on browser). Ink, the player, wakes up in a hotel with 4 other people and you have to escape the 4 elements hotel before your capture, Sent, blows it up. The puzzles are fun and have a lot of range, from patterns to cipher to even playing cards. If you get stuck then you can ask the other contestants, your fellow hostages, for help or can use the walkthrough.

It's a chapter based game and has some really fun plot twists, foreshadowing and reveals!! One of them had me redo the game to find all the hints to it. This is the type of game I really recommend that you replay more than once, either the whole thing or just the individual chapter.

The characters are interesting, even the annoying ones who do get character development and have cool backstories. The art and visual are also fun. Really recommend it and again its free!!

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I have an alnst au!

If you don’t know what alnst (alien stage) is then basically to sum it up it’s doomed yuri/yaoi/whatever the only two straight people have and I recommend it the same way people recommend Arcane

now! I’m reading a manga, called I See You Aizawa-San, about a girl who can sees ghosts and is being haunted by a dead idol who has the hots for her. Except idol girl doesn’t know mc can see her cause of what usually happens to the poor dork whenever ghosts realize she can see them

It’s funny and unexpectedly spooky at times and I just thought of Mizi and Sua while reading it!

may go into better detail later cause I’m about to go to class rn and doing this on my phone!

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"Bye Mister Max!"

"Bye Emira, have a nice day!" Smiles the human waving to the leaving youngling.

"Okay! How many do we have left? 1...2....3...hm. Only 5, small group." She sighs looking at the clock. Only 30 minutes to go till closing.

"So what do you kids want to--oh, Anthony! Your dads here!"

The human child ran to their parent, giving them a hug and babbling about what they did today.

"Alright, now only 4 left...wait where's Anwred?" Max mutters. He observes the room, 3 of the little ones were playing with the magnets on the carpet. Anthony and his dad were by the cubbies. Kim was cleaning up...where was Anwred???

"Oh hey buddy! What's your name?" asks Anthony's dad.

'Oh, there's Anwred.' Max thought.

The little youngling was peering up at the human parent. His little fur all messed up, likely from his afternoon nap, his little twin tails swished curiously on the floor, cheeks moving as they--

"What's in your mouth?!" yelled Max and Anthony's dad.

Max grabbed Anwred and forced open his little mouth while Anthony's dad helped hold him. After some hisses and wrangling, Max managed to yank out a plastic wrap from someone's snack.

"Anwred...we do not eat garbage. This will make you sick and hurt your tummy, do you understand?" Huffed a tired Max. Anwred stared up at him and the human sighed knowing there was not a single thought in the toddlers head.

"...guess it don't matter what species they are, little buggers will try to eat anything they're not supposed to." laughed Anthony's dad.

"Tell me about it. Kim, we're gonna have to go over trash with the kids again!" he calls out.

"So uh what is he?"

"Uh...he's mixed but I do know his mom is Wilko."

"Wilko huh? How old?"

"He's turning 3 in December."

"Aw, he's just a little pup then!"

"Ha, yeah."

"Are we doing a party for Anwred Mister Max?" asks Anthony.

"I don't know, we'll have to ask his parents."

"...wait he's a kid?" asks Anthony's dad.

"OH...Yeah...to be fair he isn't wearing clothes and isn't talking yet so...you new then?"

"Uh yeah, I just joined here with Anthony's sister...I just realized you put your hand in his mouth...and he has fangs, like shark teeth..."

"Yep. The teeth aren't that sharp yet. Like taking something from a human child."

"...I...I don't..."

"If you actually think about all the stuff you've experienced with your own kids and compare it to this then you'd realize it ain't that different."

"...y'know what, your right. I once had to get stitches from when Anth here threw a rock at me thinking it was the same as a tennis ball."

"There you go."

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"Jayce has two hands" so do I. outta my way hammer boy, I'm about to get it

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ao3 when? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Maybe when I have an enough of these shorts to make like a drabble story or something? No idea!

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"...who are we snooping on?" whispered Kim to Op, and several other crew members huddled around the corner to the entrance of one of the ship's lounge rooms.

"Max and that guy he's talking to."

"Shh! They're doing it again." hissed Zenith gesturing to the human males.

"C'mere!" called out the man laying on the couch.

"No you c'mere. I'm trying to find an outlet." Huffed Max.

"C'mere!"

"No--what do you want?"

C'mere!!"

"Oh my god, what?! What is it?!"

"Get your frickin butt over here boi!"

"Oi! Shut your pie hole and just tell me what you want, I'm busy!"

"How dare you talk to me that way! I will end you sir!"

"No I will end you! I'm pulling rank here!" snaps Max.

"I own you, you were worth 2 cents."

"Oh, oh really??" he stomps over to him.

"Not even 2 cents, you're worthless." He smirks up at him from the couch.

"I costed thousands while you were free." Max grins leaning down towards him.

"Nah, you're worthless--"

"You weren't even planned, you were a surprise baby--"

"Where's you're receipt? Don't have one cause your worthless--"

"You were a buy one get one free! Mom and Dad bought me and then got you for free!"

"I bought you!"

"You weren't even conceived yet! The time I had without you was so peaceful and nice! Me and Barb were just chilling and then one day this blob comes home and--"

"What the quiznack are they talking about? They've been like this for nearly an hour." muttered Op.

"Kim I thought you said slavery was abolished on Earth??"

"It is...oh! I know who this guy is! Hey Max!" She calls out, coming out from the round the corner.

"says the one who stabbed Barb with a fork--yeah?"

"Is this your younger brother? Matthew?"

"you stabbed her too, with a pen...oh you're Kim! Nice to meet you!" the younger man smiles and gets up from the couch to shake her hand.

"Brother?!" exclaims the rest of the crew members.

"So you're not his slave?" Asks Zenith.

"Well that depends on your definition of slave but in the traditional definition, no. I'm his older brother." Max chuckles.

"But you were talking about your payment?"

"Oh I'm adopted and adoption usually always costs something."

"...you pay to adopt a parentless child? Does the child get the money?"

"No and in my case I did have a parent but they couldn't take care of me so, adoption."

"...you have to pay for an unwanted child?"

"Zenith! I can't believe you just said that!"

"HA! No, no it's fine, I like when people are honest about their questions." He smiles. "I don't why but yeah, still gotta pay in most cases."

"...but you were free?" Zenith looks to Matthew.

"Yep. It's funny but parents got him cause they didn't think they could have another kid and then 2 years later I pop out."

"...heh, buy one get one free but with late shipping."

The humans cackle while Op cringes, thankful that Max won't report this to HR.

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If you want drama horror film set in the zombie apocalypse with platonic yandere vibes I recommend Outside, a Filipino Netflix movie.