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subwhizz · 8 days ago

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I don't know if your still doing fics but uh..

Do you do Ugly Dolls ship fics?

Maybe even a little something for Lou x Mandy? If you don't like the ship that's fine.

Basically the fic is Mandy coming on her first day, no glasses, can't see people's faces. Meanwhile, Lou attempts to flirt with her but to his surprise, she isn't interested because remember, she can't see his face and hasn't been properly introduced to him yet.

(Small joke where she realizes after some time that she turned off a literal golden opportunity or Lou actually falling for her more)

(REMEMBER IT'S FINE TO NOT DO THIS)

I feel so bad because I know there are so many ask's that I've no ideas for that have been sitting in my inbox for months...and then you sent this this morning and I immediately had an idea for it-

Sorry, to those of you...

BUT never fear, because there's seldom an ask that I won't answer or at least provide a reason for why I won't answer it. If your ask isn't responded to in some way, it's either because it was already answered or I have no idea what the flip you were saying.

Also, Lou and Mandy are one of my OTP's (I say one of because Lou, if written right by certain fanfic authors - not me - works in so many different ships that I admittedly kinda like).

This is also most likely going to be a part 1. I have more for this and a little headcanon to shove into it, but I really had to get this piece out there. I hit 1,000 words and didn't wanna cram so much into one bit if I could help it.

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It was a miracle she had made it that far, honestly. Something had scanned her, she got her form and design and whatnot, and now she stood in the centre of her new temporary home for the next three months and had absolutely no clue where to go from here. The few dolls that had approached her had been nothing but blurry faces and their names were forgotten in favour of just referring to them as "Blurry Face Number so-and-so" in her head. She had no way to differentiate the voices or dissect the vocal patterns enough to know who was who.

All these dolls were exactly the same, and now somehow, she found herself as one of them and yet couldn't completely confirm that she was, in fact, just the same as them. Did she have a blurry face, too?

"Hello." Another voice startled her from what may have very well been just staring blindly at her surroundings. She pinpointed the next flurry face, but colours, at least, were visible. Even if they kind of all blurred together. Like a horribly coloured-in child's drawing.

Oh, wait, now here was something different. The blurry colours of normally white, dark purple, and black were no necessarily present. Not to the same ratio, anyhow.

Just black. Almost completely. This doll wasn't dressed the same as the others, which was a blessing. Even still, she knew nothing about what they looked like.

"You seem a bit lost, which is normal." What he looked like, actually. "My name is Lou. Welcome to the Institute of Perfection." A blurry white hand extended toward her and Mandy faked the confidence enough to take a shot in the dark and accept the offer with a small smile.

"Mandy." She returned the pleasantry, merely grateful that her hand had made proper contact the first time and not accidentally slap him upside the head. "It's nice to meet you, Lou." Okay, so all black was Lou. Lou. She could remember that. He was probably wearing a suit or something. Suit Lou. That would be his nickname. Ironically, it suited him. Pun intended.

Lou smiled, although Mandy couldn't have been able to tell the difference. He didn't usually go out of his way to personally greet the new students, but the air of withdrawal he had noticed this doll - Mandy - expressing toward the other newcomers in her group had him intrigued. She engaged in minimal conversation, kept almost a stiff and professional smile, was quick to disengage from said conversations, and didn't bother initiating them.

And, in Lou's mind, this was ideal. Because he too could care less about the rest of these ingrates who would eventually leave in three months. This was a new doll he could potentially win over, just as he had Kitty, Lydia, and Tuesday.

He regretted influencing Tuesday, actually. He needed a replacement. ASAP.

And, as expected and appreciated, Mandy broke off the handshake first and he silently preened at her limited physical contact. Even better! She didn't seem inclined to be all touchy-feely like the blueberry-haired brat he was now stuck with. And she kept a respectful distance from him, as though worried to get too close. He liked that.

Lou folded his arms behind his back, still smiling, although it had relaxed now that he had gotten a better assessment of her. "Mandy. That's a pretty name. Can't say I've heard of that one before." Both truths, neither one really necessary to state, but this was all part of the plan. "What's your gift?"

"Hair stylist," Mandy answered easily, now nervous the longer the conversation went on. She couldn't see anything of his defining features. She was honestly surprised he hadn't gotten the hint when she retracted her hand first. All the other dolls had become put off by her eager dismissal and went to find some other newbie to strike a conversation with. No doubt one more riveting than whatever they had been having with her.

Oh, even better! Ugh, now Tuesday could stop complaining about needing to get her bangs done. Lou thought that the factory must have offered him a blessing in the form of this doll. And she wasn't giving him googly eyes like Tuesday and everyone else did. She was pretty, though, so he didn't know entirely if this were a good thing or not.

Regardless, she was a perfect candidate to keep around. So, he did as he always he did. A charming smile, back straight, eyes a bit lidded. "Well, I can certainly tell that much. Your hair is beautiful." Not a complete lie, really. Or one at all. What an odd mix of colours that somehow worked in her hair. It went nicely with her skin tone.

Mandy internally panicked, but tried not to show it. Great, the longer this conversation went on, the most her anxiety went up. Was she supposed to compliment him back? She couldn't distinguish any of his features!

Think…

Solution: Leave.

"Ha, well, thank you," Mandy smiled nervously, brushing a hand across her pulled up hair that had just been complimented. She had no clue what she looked like. For all she knew, he was being sarcastic. "I think I should find my house now, though, so I'll speak to you some other time, yeah?" She went ahead and began walking around him, keeping a wide enough berth so she didn't stumble into him.

Lou's shoulders fell, face falling as he stared ahead at where Mandy had previously been standing before his gaze followed her movements. She was…walking away? Just like that? She was more of a recluse than he gave her credit for. His lips moved for a moment, debating on what to say to salvage the situation.

Solution: Abort.

"Ha! Right, yeah, of course," he forced out a laugh, brows pinched slightly as he put on a smile and watched her walk away. "I'll…see you around."

Yeah, but I won't, Mandy thought to herself begrudgingly. Why couldn't she see anything? "Have a good day, Lou!" She called over her shoulder, hoping she didn't sound too eager to leave the conversation.

Lou pursed his lips, watching his attempts crumble with every step Mandy took. His expression neutral and almost surprised that, for the first time, someone had just…walked away from the conversation. She hadn't even reacted to his smile or anything. No blush. No stuttering. No fawning or falling at his feet and begging for a date.

A smile slowly tugged at either corner of his lips, one more than the other to create a lopsided, curious smile as he watched her walk away.

She was perfect.

#Laughing so hard really Mandy being that blind xD #Poot woman with highly levels of myopia #hope you make more of this series cause actually gives me hopes to be happy

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subwhizz · 15 days ago

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Oh I’m so happy. Second time I actually enjoy the character of Nolan. I always have find him boring in the few fic I read, make him a loyal pushover golden retriever but this*

Ahhh beautiful💕💕

Also i wanna cry. This motherfucking story Imperfections I swear I’m gonna have a heart attack for all this pain.

Forget the narrative just spoil me a happy ending for my health 😩😩 PLEASE

Shell-Shock: Part 6

Don't you guys love it when someone finally updates a series after it's been, like, months and you have to reread everything prior to that just to remember what all happened?

Well, the writer has to do the exact same thing...so...

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The wind died down and the storm clouds settled. They still loomed overhead, but the lightning left as soon as it had come. The lights in the Institute calmed down, glowing slightly dimmer, as if trying to hide. Lou didn’t look behind him at the others or the crowd of dolls that were frozen in shock and fear. His eyes watched the smoke roll off the robots and into the air. The oversized bullet still had streams of electricity trailing over it periodically.

He didn’t know what had overcome him at that moment. He had been storming off to go to the recycle the second the opportunity presented itself for him to sneak away. The next thing he knew, the herd of robots chasing and cornering the dolls had caught his attention from a distance, and something emotionally overpowered him.

Now he didn’t know what to do. He was exposed, everyone knew now, and there were dead robots scattered across the ground. He should have just left to go to the recycling. His powers seemed to only be making things worse. Lou didn’t have the courage to turn around and face the other dolls. Whatever had overcome him before was gone.

A hand rested on his leg, and Lou didn’t have to look to know it was Ox. The whole Institute was dead silent, save for the tremulous murmurs of the crowd. Ox spoke softly. “How…did you do that?”

Lou didn’t know how to answer that question. Had he even thought about what he was doing? It felt like adrenaline and anger and fear had been coursing through him and the only way to let it out was…

“I don’t know.” Is what he said instead of trying to explain all the thoughts slamming around in his head.

One thing had to be done, though, and that was to try to figure out how to get the crowd to calm down. Their murmurings were becoming more audible, and Ox could pick out a few sentences here and there. None of which held any kind of respect for the fact that Lou had saved their lives. But from their perspective, Lou being stronger than them in any sense couldn’t be a good thing. They had insulted and tossed him around. Subjected him to ridicule to, arguably, a worse extent than what he had subjected them to. They kind of had a good reason to be afraid. Lou could very well justify turning against them.

Ox turned to face the crowd, rubbing a hand over his mouth as he thought about how to go about doing this. He raised a hand to get their attention, offering a nervous smile to the crowd. “So…that happened. Nothin’ to worry about, though, we’ve got it all under control. Right, Moxy?” Moxy stiffened, eyes widening, when Ox addressed her with a pleading look. She quickly nodded and walked over to stand by his side, sweeping a look over the dolls. “Uh, yeah! We’ll clean up the mess here and everyone can go back to normal!”

That did very little to appease the crowd. The dolls looked a little irate at the vague solution to the elephant in the room. One of them spoke up, vaguely gesturing to Lou. “And what about him? Did you know about this?”

Ox faltered for a second, glancing beside him at Lou. The blond exchanged a look with Ox, just as uncertain with how to handle the situation. Ox cleared his throat and put on a more assertive look. “The point is, Lou ain’t a threat, alright? He just saved our lives. We’re figurin’ this all out, too, so there’s no reason to jump off the deep end.”

Another doll spoke up, just as heated as the previous doll. “He destroyed a whole fleet of robots. What doesn’t make him a threat, exactly?”

“He ain’t a threat to us.”

“He could be! I’m not putting my trust into the same doll that lied to me my whole life!” Other dolls began to murmur their agreement. Ox was feeling like this was taking a turn in the wrong direction. It was like the scene at the Gauntlet all over again. And still, Lou was the target of their anger.

You’ve only been alive for a few months, Lou couldn’t help but think bitterly towards the doll that had just spoken. He didn’t feel like he had much room to put in a sassy remark, though, because his life was on the line.

But was it? These dolls couldn’t lay a finger on him, and that was probably the catalyst driving their fear more than anything else. The fact that Lou posed as a threat to them, and they couldn’t toss him in the washer or toss him to the dog again. They were helpless against him if he actually chose to do anything.

Ox held a hand up and waited a minute for the protests to die down. He rubbed his temple with a finger before giving them a hard look. “Alright, here’s the reality of the situation. Lou has powers and we ain’t in any position t’ tell ‘im what t’ do. If ya’ll are scared, stay inside. But Lou ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

“So, what, we’re just at his mercy now?” Another doll spoke up angrily.

Ox didn’t get a chance to respond - not that he really had a good answer to that question, anyway - because Mandy suddenly spoke up, looking around. “Wait, guys, where did he go?”

The bunny blinked and turned to see that, once again, Lou had vanished. He pulled down his ears, tugging on them and trying not to get frustrated. There was so much going on right now and he had no idea how to handle any of it. “How does he keep doin’ that!?”

The dolls in the crowd began to panic again as they realized Lou was now “on the loose” as some chose to phrase it. Moxy tried to placate them. “Okay! Everyone calm down and just head home, alright? We’ll find him,” she offered a tense smile that had little effect on the crowd, but they relented and began to slowly disperse back to their homes. The portal was still closed, anyway. There was little else they could go. Moxy turned back to Ox, her tense smile fading immediately into worry. “How are we gonna find him now?”

Ox stared at her with a pinched expression, not even knowing if there was a chance that they could find Lou. They hadn’t even found him the first time. He had come back to them. Nolan, however, walked up beside Moxy, looking at Ox gravely. “I think I might know where he went off to.”

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Lou stared at the lifeless machine. He should have expected that the Uglies would turn the recycling off. What good was it now that they were being distributed in the Big World? He stood at the edge of the pipe that opened up into the cavity of the recycling centre. This had been his initial plan from the start, and now what was he supposed to do? Where could he go?

“Lou?”

The blond closed his eyes, rolling them behind his eyelids before opening them again and turning to face the group of mixed dolls. Ox was the one that had spoken, his ears flopped back as he took in what Lou had been aiming to do. His expression hardened quickly, though. “You know as well as I do that killin’ yourself ain’t the answer.”

“Because you seem to have all the answers, don’t you?” Lou retorted back, but his voice was softer. Defeat. It echoed hollowly through the pipe.

Nolan put a hand on Ox’s shoulder when the bunny was about to respond. Nolan took a few steps forward, a hand on his chest. “Can we just talk? Away from the deadly, doll-eating machine?” His voice shook a little, but it was his best attempt at making the situation a little more lighthearted.

Lou didn’t think there was much to talk about, but he obviously wasn’t getting anywhere with a machine that wasn’t even on. Begrudgingly, he walked back towards the group, giving Nolan a hard glare. “It’s not even on, you know.”

“Yeah, well, doesn’t really make for a good atmosphere,” Nolan shrugged. “We want to help you, though, and it’s kinda hard to do that when you’re trying to destroy yourself at every chance you get.”

“The last time I trusted you guys, I ended up locked in a room,” Lou swept his gaze over to the others behind Nolan. A few looked away sheepishly, but Ox and Wage maintained his stare.

“If it’s any consolation, that wasn’t my idea,” Nolan pursed his lips with a not-so-subtle glance over his shoulder at the others. Namely Ox. The bunny merely redirected his glare onto the brunette instead. Nolan faced Lou again. “Destroying yourself isn’t an option anymore-”

“Just turn the machine on,” Lou bit out through clenched teeth. “Actually, you know what? I’ll turn it back on myself.” He moved to brush past the group, but Nolan grabbed his wrist, forcing the blond to stop as he whirled on the brunette.

Nolan spoke before Lou could say some scathing remark. “Destroying yourself,” Nolan punctuated his words more harshly, “isn’t an option anymore. Your Creator just sent a whole fleet of robots to capture you. Something tells me he’ll flip if he finds out you offed yourself and will burn this place down just to get his anger out.”

“You want me to play hero now? Is that what we’re doing?” Lou retorted sarcastically, eyes narrowed. “Look, I don’t even know how I did what I did back there. That was a fluke. And that’s not even regarding the fact that I still hate these stupid abilities and that I want to die.”

“Well, you’re also not regarding the fact that you’re one step closer to controlling them and that we don’t want you to die, so,” Nolan left the sentence hanging as he gave Lou a sassy look right back. Two could play at that game.

Lou narrowed his eyes. “You’re annoying.”

Nolan mimicked the expression, unphased. “And you’re stubborn.” He released Lou’s wrist and started walking back out of the pipe. The others looked between the two with varying incredulous expressions.

Lou stayed where he was, scoffing at Nolan’s retort. “Let me guess, you want me to follow? More experiments to try and control my powers?”

“Nope. We’re gonna clean up the mess first that you were about to leave for us to clean up on our own,” Nolan turned on his heels to walk backwards, arching a brow at the blond, “thanks for that, by the way.”

Lou squinted and shook his head a little. Despite the circumstances and his growing frustration with these dolls…he couldn’t deny they were beginning to grow on him a little. And it seemed like Nolan had a bit more attitude to him than the blond originally took him for. With a final glance to the others, Lou rolled his eyes and followed after Nolan. The group exchanged confused, yet slightly intrigued looks before following suit out of the pipe.

_____

The only place they could put the damaged bots was in the ocean. Wage helped Ox toss one of them over the cliff, waiting for the impact against the water before heading back to grab another one. “You really think it’s a good idea for Lou to stay here?”

Ox jabbed a thumb behind them. “He defeated a whole army of robots. He saved our lives, Wage. So, yeah, I think it’s a good idea.”

She shook her head. “I’m not saying he didn’t save our lives…but accidents do happen.”

“You think he accidentally saved our lives?”

“No…more along the lines of it was on purpose this time, but what if he accidentally hurts someone? What if he loses control again? Maybe this was a fluke and…I-I don’t know…” She trailed off, losing her train of thought with where she was going with it, only to realize that was the point of her statement. “Don’t you just think it’s weird he suddenly learned how to use his abilities like that?”

“Look, we don’t know anything ‘bout all of this as it is. I don’t think we can start overthinkin’ things yet till we learn more ‘bout what’s goin’ on with ‘im.” Ox’s gaze trailed over to where Lou and Nolan were tossing another robot off the cliff. “We need ‘im right now…that much is sure.”

Lou watched the white foam of the ocean envelope the robot before descending back to its source. He had half a mind to throw himself over the edge. It would be so easy, too…just…barely half a step–

“Lou?”

The blond looked back at Nolan, seeing that concerned look again that all the dolls had now. Most of them were concerned for their own safety. He took one last look at the ocean before walking back to Nolan. “I’m fine.” He wasn’t, which was evident enough that Nolan didn’t need Lou to admit it. But Lou still had to admit it to himself.

“How long are you going to lie to yourself like this?”

Lou glared at the brunette as they walked back to the carnage. “I’m not lying to myself.”

“You’re not fine–”

“Because I’m a freak now?”

“Is that what you call this?” Nolan gestured to all of him. “You think you’re a freak because why?”

Lou whipped around to face the doll now, eyes glowing. “Because look at me! Look at what I’ve done!” He swung an arm towards the damaged robots.

Nolan barely spared a glance behind him. “Saved our lives?”

“Just because you weren’t the one hurt doesn’t mean I saved lives.”

Nolan couldn’t help but just stare in bewilderment even as Lou turned back around to keep walking. “They were robots, Lou, not…not sentient beings like us.”

“Us?” Lou shot back over his shoulder.

Fists clenched and Nolan sped to catch up with the blond, stepping in front of him to block his path. “You’re not a robot, okay? You’re not a machine or device or–”

“Weapon?”

Nolan went quiet.

Lou looked between his eyes, speaking lowly. “Maybe the only reason my Creator kept me alive was to be a weapon. Because if he can control me to do whatever he wants…then who can stop him, right?”

“Can you at least do us all a favor and stop making it so difficult for us to get through to you?” Nolan’s voice was rising now in frustration. “We’re not your enemies here, alright? We’re trying to help you.”

Lou glared at the brunette, leaning in to speak lowly. “That’s real rich coming from the same doll that tossed me in that washer.” Nolan opened his mouth to retort, but Lou kept talking. “Look, I made my peace with some of those sock puppets. They were following Moxy’s lead. You made your own choice. Ox made his own choices. Moxy made her own choices. Every mindless doll in this institute made their own choice to turn on me–”

“Well then maybe you shouldn’t have been such a jerk! Ever think about that? You called me ugly ever since I stepped foot here and for no reason! At least I’m able to go to the Big World!”

“Sorry I hurt your stupid feelings! But news flash, everyone gets called stuff that they’re not! Perfect, ugly, stupid, smart–all of it! If you can’t handle the dirt that gets put on your name here, then you can’t handle the dirt in the Big World when it gets on you.”

Lou leaned in close, eyes glowing. “The real world is a horrible place. Humans are horrible. Dangerous. And everything they make is just the same. Why do you think I exist?”

Nolan pursed his lips, face pinching in irritation and shaking his head as he looked to the side. “Just because your Creator made you for a purpose, doesn’t mean you have to see it through,” he looked back at Lou. “And for the record, I made that choice to toss you in the wash because it was the only thing I could think of that didn’t involve you getting killed.”

Lou blinked, taken aback by that last statement as the brunette turned and continued walking to the pile of steaming robots. He watched Nolan walk away for a moment before shaking his head and shooting a glare at the ground. He didn’t want to keep doing this. It felt the entire Institute was against him.

Except for these dolls.

He sighed through his nose, looking back up to see Nolan struggling to drag another robot toward the cliffside. Lou’s expression softened a little as he looked at the others. Wage and Ox were dragging another robot. Babo and UglyDog were doing their best as well. Mandy, Moxy, and Luckybat were walking back to grab another robot.

“A little help would be nice,” Nolan’s voice grabbed his attention again. The brunette had his hands on his knees, looking worn out, but his expression was as defiant as ever. Lou rolled his eyes and began walking again to help him.

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