#[Maybe Hunter will a little bit just to continue to dunk on the rest of us with his Pro Gamer Skills /j v]

[revitakid]

[Love the differences thank you Ben]

[sonic-the-hedgehog-fanfiction]

Chapter 26: Rabbot Rampage

"Howdy, ya'll! Bunnie O'Hare here, but ya'll can call me Bunnie Rabbot! I made it a personal mission to start recruitin' people to help in the cause against Robotnik. People are sufferin', so I'm gonna go stompin'! YEE-HAW!"

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In the midst of a burning village, Bunnie was rushing around carrying civilians around to safety before going back into the fray, kicking a Swatbot in the face and stomping down the head. "Consarnit... These bucket heads know just how to rile a gal up..." Bunnie says as she ducks under a laser pointed at her before extending her robotic arm at the Swatbot that fired at her, crushing it against the wall.

She then runs into a building and finds a lost couple trapped behind a burning bed. Rabbot charges at the bed and destroys it, extending her hand to save the couple. Once the villagers were out of the burning inferno, the elder finished a head count. "That everyone?" Bunnie asks as she arrives.

"Yes. That's everyone," the elder says, very thankful for Bunnie's help.

"Don't thank me yet. Clear out and don't stop until things have calmed down!" Bunnie shouts as she runs in another direction as Swatbots approach. She taunts them to grab their attention and lead them away from the villagers. Once that was accomplished, she smashes them with very little issue.

Once the party calmed down, Bunnie sat on a tree stump, taking a breather while fanning her face with her cowgirl hat. "Whew... That got hairy quick... Maybe I should've taken Sonic's brothah and sistah with me fer back up..." Bunnie says before sighing. "Well... Th' village is safe, minus the housin', so I ain't complainin' none..."

As Bunnie rested, she began to think about where to go next. She should have asked directions to the next town over. With a sigh, she stands up and moves on with her journey, which took her to the snowy north of the Great Tundra, an ocean side landscape that is often subjected to constant winter. It wasn't too cold to have Bunnie freeze, but it did cool her off quite a bit.

As she looked around, she saw a ship in the distance. Looked a pirate ship of some kind. The flag was a killer whale skull with cross swords. With a bit of worry, Bunnie began to sneak around, hiding behind an icy rock when she heard voices.

"Put yer backs into it, ya spineless scale-hoppers!" shouted a female voice. Bunnie peeked and saw three marine Mobians digging the ice with shovels. The one barking commands was a Mobian female squad, wearing mostly piraty gear...not that the three others didn't either... Her tentacles were tied in a braid around her neck while the others hung just behind her head.

"Abyss, ma'am. Ye could be givin' us a fin! This isn't exactly easy work!" the lionfish Mobian shouted.

"Don't backtalk me, swabbie! It'll be full week's a swabbing the poop deck for you, ye gutless fish!"

"...Bunch of a treasure hunters? Nothin' too suspicious, but that lady could be nicer..." Bunnie comments, continuing to just stare.

As she did, she suddenly caught with a scabbard around her neck. "It ain't very nice to be prying in others business, little lady," said a deep and gruff voice.

As Bunnie was going to retaliate, she is suddenly struck with a loud Sonic Boom from her opposition, causing her to fly at the rock behind her, completely destroying it and causing her to crash into the ice.

Her ears ringing, she looked up in a distorted mess, seeing a vague shape of a large creature. An orca Mobian, male and very strong looking. He lifted his foot, with Bunnie blacking out as she is dunked into the cold water.

Is Bunnie dead from her first adventure? Not quite... Thankfully for her, an angel is looking out for her. And not just any angel either...

She awakens to a cave ceiling, a lit by some light fixtures that look pretty dated but still able to give a slight hint of visibility. Bunnie still felt a throbbing pain in her head and felt cold on any place that wasn't robotic. And worse yet, she couldn't move her left arm or her legs!

A door opened and a new face entered carrying...some hot soup. The new face was a walrus, boasting a rather nice upper body strength and a tool belt. He looked at Bunnie with a worried look. "Hey, you okay? Nothing broken, right?" the walrus asked as he seemed relieved that Bunnie was awake.

"...Nothin' 'cept my pride and maybe most o' my limbs," Bunnie says, a bit cautious at the moment.

"Ah yeah. Your limbs aren't functioning because it looks like they short circuited. Water'll do that to any electric thing," he explains, which would explain why Bunnie felt wet in addition to cold. "Name's Rotor. I'm a resident here in the Great Tundra. Used to be a lot more of us, but..." He paused before realizing he should help Bunnie first. "Oh! Before that. How about we get you nice and comfy?"

"Uh..." Bunnie is lifted off the bed and closer to a fire, Rotor taking care to situate her so she can just sit up. "Thanks...I think? Boy, is this how it feels to be disabled?"

Rotor sits on a chair while some nice orchestral music plays from a gramophone. "So...Rotor, is it? Ya said there were more of ya, right?"

"Yeah, but a bunch of evil robots came and...took them away..." Rotor says, sounding genuinely upset. "I managed to fend some of them off, even using their parts to build to keep my mind off of things, but... It gets pretty lonely after a while..."

"...I hear ya. My farm was attacked by some robots too. Sonic the Hedgehog saved it though and got some of me out before I became a robo-Bunnie," Bunnie explains.

"Really? I'm glad you got out before something bad happened. But I guess... You met up with the Fearsome Orca Pirates," Rotor states. "Those bullies showed up not long ago and started pillaging the now empty village. They certainly are very friendly."

"Tell me about it. The big orca gave my ears a right deafin' ring..." Bunnie says, picking out her ear to emphasize the issue. "Those pirates were diggin' out something. Couldn't tell what it was though."

"Judgin' by where I found you, I think they may be collecting that gemstone I found a week ago," Rotor explains, before showing it in illustration. "It came crashing here while I was out collecting parts. I decided to bury it because... Well... I actually don't know why I did..."

"Bit scatterbrained, eh? Anyway, judgin' by the look of it... It looks like one of them Chaos Emeralds Sonic's lookin' fer," Bunnie states before explaining to Rotor what she heard about them from her friends.

"No way... So they are that valuable? I had no idea..." Rotor states, now wishing he had kept the thing. "Well... They're digging in the wrong place so I have some time to kill before we stop them..."

"Oh? 'We'?" Bunnie asked curiously.

"Yeah. You thought I was gonna let you go on your own? I've got my people's stuff to get back and to kick them out of my home," Rotor says, pounding his fist into his hand.

"Well... How 'bout lendin' us a hand with Robotnik then after? We could use a powerhouse, if yer interested," Bunnie suggests with a smile.

"You got it, miss..."

"Bunnie O'Hare. You can call me Bunnie Rabbot though."

"Alright, Bunnie. Let's get you fixed up," Rotor stated as he got his tools and readied himself for a lot of work.

It took a few hours, but Bunnie was able to move her immobile limbs thanks to Rotor replacing the wires to be water proof, and replaced the rusted metal. The upgrade would certainly help with what she had in mind for a sneak attack.

Rotor and Bunnie watched as the pirates were on their ship, now in possession of the Chaos Emerald. "Alright, Bunnie. What's the plan?" Rotor asked, holding down the binoculars.

"Hmm... Assumin' that's their whole crew up there... I say we sink their ship..." Bunnie says, raising her mechanical arm.

"Heh. I got something better," he says, holding up bombs. "They used to call me 'Boomer' back in the day because things tend to blow up in my face. Well... Time to put a new meaning to that."

Rotor snuck into the water as the Orca Pirates were drinking some rum. "Drink up, me hearties. Once we're done, we are pulling out to fish up a bigger catch," the captain says, standing tall.

"And what might that be, captain Akhlut?" Abyss asked with a sinister smirk, ready to leave this wasteland and plunder more.

"I was thinking about that... And some new plunderer thinks he's got a better crew than us just because he abducts and transforms the lot of them. This Robotnik guy truly ticks me off... So I say we storm his little fortress and show him the true ferocity of real pirates! WHO'S WITH ME!?" the captain shouts as his hearties cheer.

"That won't be the only thing ticking you off..." Rotor says to himself under the ship as he places down the ticking time bombs. As he does, he struck in the back by electricity stunning him.

Behind him, a lady jellyfish laughs as she scoops up Rotor and jumps back onto the deck. "Captain, sir. I found a rather impulsive intruder," she said, tossing Rotor to the floor.

"Aye, ya landlubber, don't struggle!" shouted a carp Mobian as Bunnie knocked down.

"Dang it... Yer not gettin' a date handlin' a lady like that," Bunnie insults the carp before Akhlut's webbed feet slams onto deck to get the intruders' attention.

"So, the bunny returns for seconds. How cute... And who do we have hear... You lack any of the scars, but your looks aren't too far off... You must be Tundra's child," the orca captain states, arms crossed.

"Tundra...? How...do you know my pops...?" Rotor asks, struggling to get back up.

"Easy, boy..." Akhlut says before giving Rotor a punch to the gut. "He was my second in command a long while back. A pirate like me, merciless to the core... Up until he betrayed me! No one betrays me...and lives to tell about it!"

Abyss seems to scowl in the background before motioning the jellyfish girl to move somewhere. Bunnie meanwhile revs up her arm before springing at Akhlut, punching him on the cheek, knocking him to the side.

"Hate to break up the reunion, but... Yer not beatin' up my friends over some petty revenge..." Bunnie says, standing defiant.

"Bunnie..." Rotor says, standing back up as he got ready. "Thanks. I owe ya."

Akhlut rubs his cheek as he growls. "I'm going to enjoy this more than I should," he says, getting ready for a fight.

"Rotor, we gotta kick the Emerald out o' him," Bunnie instructs as she got ready, though saw the pirates closing in.

"Got it," Rotor says before the two separated as Akhlut lets out a sonic boom from his mouth. Rotor then charged at him and gave him a hard headbutt to the gut, a return to the punch from earlier.

Bunnie ran in and delivered a nice uppercut to Akhlut's chin, angering him before he grabbed Bunnie and slammed her onto Rotor and punted them both away from him. He then readied another sonic boom but gets interrupted by the jellyfish zapping him to a knee.

"You! What!?" he shouts angrily, seeing some of his pirates start drawing their blades on the other pirates with Abyss approaching him.

"Sorry, captain Akhlut. This is a mutiny... And I'm taking that Emerald and all the treasure on this ship for meself," she says, smiling evilly.

"...Abyss... I had thought of you as better than this... How disappointing!" he shouts before grabbing the jellyfish Mobian by the neck and began choking her before letting out a sonic boom at Abyss, with the latter dodging to the side.

"Ah, heck... Rotor hun, we gotta split before we get caught up in all this," Bunnie says, standing up while they aren't the center of attention anymore.

"Yeah. I say we bail before things get worse," Rotor says before the two jump ship and out of the battle ensuing. But as they are leaving, Rotor decides to detonate the one bomb he did manage to place on the belly of the ship.

With the ship rocked and sinking, Akhlut loses the Chaos Emerald, causing him to shout out an angry 'NOOOO!' before taking his anger out on Abyss's betrayal.

A long ways from the pirate ship, Bunnie lets out a defeated sigh and looks to Rotor. "I'm sorry, Rotor. Leavin' behind yer villages' stuff an' all..." Bunnie admits, looking down.

"Hey, don't worry, Buns. You did great. And I saw that shiny Emerald fall off the ship so at the very least, it'll be lost at sea rather than be in those pirates' care. I say all's well that ends well," Rotor says, being more enthusiastic about the whole thing.

"Heh. Boy, ya'll a real pep talkah. Sonic'll be happy to meet ya once we get to Knothole," Bunnie says, extending a hand.

"And I can't wait to meet him," Rotor says as he takes the hand for a shake, the two becoming friends.

Meanwhile though, a submarine with the Eggman Logo on the side patrols the frozen sea below before spotting the Chaos Emerald, a claw extending as it is claimed...by Robotnik's faction.

Akhlut, on the other hand, walks away from his ship, beaten but not down and out. He holds Abyss by the neck before slamming her against a sheet of ice, breaking it as he growls. "...As I said... Anyone who betrays me...doesn't live to tell... That includes...YOU."

The last thing heard...is a sonic boom...

[mhdiaries]

Wave 4 Journal of Jackson Jekyll

On September 9...

So it turns out I’m a monster. Well part-time monster actually, which leaves me pretty much full-time confused. It’s not like I didn’t know that mom and dad were both monsters. The first time I saw mom’s Hyde side come out was when I was 5 and we were visiting my dad’s side of the family. Some of the little neighborhood monsters decided that they were going to play “kick the can” only they were going to use me as the can. Every time I tried to run home they blocked my way and pushed me down. I started crying and then they really started making fun of me. Then all of a sudden I heard this roar and there was my mom. Even though it didn’t look like her I knew it was and honestly all I could think was, “Why mother, what big muscles you have.” Needless to say I never had any problem with the local monsters again. Dad’s a fire elemental of course and I grew up playing with Heath so I was never afraid of monsters. I just didn’t think any monster heritage had passed on to me. When I asked mom and dad if they knew me and Holt were the same person they said, “Of course we knew you and Holt were the same person - we’re your parents; now finish your breakfast or you’ll be late for school.” Well thanks for clearing that up for me mom and dad. Cause you know it’s not like having that little bit of information would have been helpful at all. Good thing I’m past those awkward teenage years where news like this could really have a negative impact on my psyche. (Ooh - sarcasm. I like it) HH

On September 12...

I had to go to the mad scientist, I mean mad pediatrician, today. Mom says that until I’m an adult I need to continue seeing him because he has the most experience dealing with growing monsters. I feel fine but mom and dad are worried because what triggers my transformation to Holt has changed. It used to happen when the sun went down but now it seems to be loud music, I think. The waiting room was almost empty except for a mother werewolf and two young cubs. While mom filled out paperwork I sat down and tried to find something to read that wasn’t chewed, gooed or covered in monster germs. Then I heard one of the werewolf cubs say, “Mommy! Is that a normie?” “Yes honey, don’t stare.” “Is he going to eat us?” I could tell that she was embarrassed so I said, “No way - I’m totally allergic to werewolf it makes me sneeze - ACHOO!” The cubs eyes got really wide and then she started laughing, “Aw that’s not true.” Then she held up her foot and said, “I can tie my shoe!” I said, “That’s amazing, can you show me how?” The werewolf mom relaxed too and it turns out she’s related to Clawd’s family. Pretty soon a lab assistant appeared, “Jackson Jekyll?” She led us back to a room and said, “The doctor will be with you shortly.” Then, “The wait.” Which means sitting on the crinkly paper covered exam table forever and wondering what would happen if I started playing with the instruments in the exam room and the doctor walked in. Anyway just about the time I woke up enough boredom and courage to start picking up some of the cooler looking instruments laying on the counter I hear the mad pediatrician pulling my chart and the door opens. He’s wearing a lab coat with purple vampire ducks and his stethoscope cover is a fuzzy yellow dragonhead. I’m sure it calms the younger monsters but it scares the normie out of me that the volatile nature of my elemental side + my hyde heritage + being a teenager = constant change. He said that the trigger would probably change again before I reach adulthood. Then he gave me a lollypop, scheduled me for another test and said he wanted to see me again in three months. Now I’m worried about what the trigger is going to change to next. What if it’s showers? Would it be worth giving them up for the rest of high school just so I can have my own life? (Not unless you want your new nickname to be “Stinky”) HH 

On September 21... 

It seems like I spent the first part of my life wishing I was a monster and now that I am maybe now I wish I wasn’t. (Well you’re stuck with it now.) HH When I was spending all that time trying to get Draculaura to bit me so I could become a vampire I never really thought about anything except wanting to fit in with all the other monsters. Now the part of me that fits in doesn’t even get to enjoy it.(Whine much?) HH It’s like the worst of both worlds and now I don’t fit in anywhere at all. We’re all supposed to meet with Mr. D’eath, the school guidance counselor, this week. Wonder if I’ll need to make two appointments (Lame - I already know what I’m going to be... FAMOUS!) HH

On September 23...

So I had my appointment with Mr. D’eath today it started out  about as terrible as I thought it was going to be. Turns out he’d never counseled a “normie” and it seemed like he didn’t know exactly what to say. In fact, he mostly just spent a lot of time squeezing one of those stress balls made to look like a cartoon character with eyes that bugged out when you squeezed it. It was pretty distracting especially when I realized it was a cartoon “normie”. The squeezing wasn’t nearly as distracting as his “throat clearing” which kind of sounded like a hand full of marbles being run through a garbage disposal. I kept trying to figure out how he made that noise because he doesn’t really even have a throat since as far as I can tell he’s pure skeleton. He must have flipped through my permanent record ten times before he finally said: So you see Hackson... I mean Jackson, the career opportunities for normies in the monster world are somewhat er... um... (sound of marbles being run through the disposal again) limited. There’s monster hunter, monster hunter’s assistant, mad scientist, ooh hunchback! You don’t happen to have a hump do you? No? Bad luck there then. Ah hah! How about Monster/Normie Relations Expert? (Figured it’d be something where the wardrobe is even less cool than what you wear now) HH Well that was something I certainly knew a little something about. I had an old coach in the normie world that used to always say, “Play to your strengths Jackson, play to your strengths.” So Mr. D’eath loaded me down with college brochures and rushed me out of his office. I think both of us were glad it was over. 

On October 8...

Finally took that test my mad pediatrician set up for me. It turned out to be a test to determine the type and volume of music that brings out Holt. So I sat in a soundproof booth wearing headphones while a technician played music at different volumes and with different time signatures. I made it through waltzes, marches, polka and chamber music but I don’t remember what he played next. (That’s when he started playing the good stuff.) HH Anyway the results of the test isolated the trigger; music with a 4/4 time signature played in excess of 90 decibels. You know what’s good about this? Me neither.

On November 2...

It seems now that every monster knows Holt and me are the “same” person/monster I don’t get hassled as much for being a “normie”. Not that it makes any difference to Manny Taur since he pretty much wants to bully down on any creature who’s smaller than he is. When he first started picking on me I stood up to him cause once a bully knows he can push you around he’ll never stop, but Deuce finally took me aside and said, “Listen bro - you’ve won a lot of respect standing up to Manny and don’t take this the wrong way but...” Apparently Manny was waiting for the right time to mash me like a slow matador. I kept waiting for it to happen but it never did. In fact it seemed like Manny was purposely avoiding me for some reason. It was almost like some monster had said something to him. (Yeah - wonder who that could have been?) HH

On November 15... 

Headless Headmistress Bloodgood asked for “volunteers” to help with the middle school carnival fundraiser so Deuce and I volunteered for set up and take down duty. It was cool and we didn’t have to dress up like clowns or sit in the dunk tank. We set up tents, carried boxes then hung out and waited for everything to be over. We checked out some of the other booths too cause we had plenty of time to kill. Venus and Draculaura were doing face painting; Rochelle was teaching monsters how to build sand castles, some of which would have looked pretty good if they hadn’t been built next to Rochelle’s sand cathedra with working bell tower and miniature gargoyles. The best though was the stunt Robecca performed. She flew over the carnival a couple of times to get every monster’s attention then flew straight up until it sounded like her rocket boots stalled and she came streaking back toward the ground like a falling star. A huge gasp went up from the crowd as it looked like she was going to crash then she fired her rockets back up and totally buzzed the crowd less than 20 feet off the ground! It was so awesome I actually gave Holt a chance to see her second performance. (Thanks dude - it was totally rockin’ and I would have been bummed if I didn’t get to see it) HH When the carnival was over we helped take everything down and all the volunteers went to hang out at the Coffin Bean. It was dark by then and I would have missed out on that part of the fun if things were the same as they used to be. Still hoping I won’t have to give up showers someday though. (That makes both of us “Stinky”) HH

[tfw-no-tennis]

hxh movie....2!

ruth and i watched the second hxh movie and that certainly was a movie

the title is already cracking me up lmao ‘the last mission’ THATS SO DRAMATIC. 

the first like 3 scenes feel totally disconnected like theyre from different movies vnjskdfnsdkflk

‘many decades ago’ vbhjdsfbajsdf that phrasing is hilarious somehow 

damn young netero just killed jeb bush 

ah look its our movie villains, starting their villain stuff

so i guess this is set around where we are in the series now - like, somewhere in this beginning part of the chimera ant arc where gon and killua are hanging w/kite. which is kinda funny bc they dont explain AT ALL how and why gon and killua are in this city suddenly hvbajdsfjskdjan

killua skateboarding makes me smile :’) love it 

IS THAT ZUSHI??????? AHHHHHHH MY BOY!!!!!!!!!! BABY BOY!!!!!!!!!!! LOOK AT HIMMMM HES A LIL BUFF 7 YR OLD NOW OUGHHHH HES GROWN SO MUCH...POWERFUL BABY....IM SO PROUD 

omg wing and bisky are here too!!! nen fam 

im so proud of zushi being a floor master omg....i love how the side characters progress and grow offscreen, separate of the protags, kinda like seeing pokkle again (rip tho, i think) 

LEORIOOOOO MY MAN!!!!!!! he really showed up for like 3 seconds then gets KOd and dumped in a sewer....STOP DOING MY MAN SO DIRTY GIVE HIM SCREENTIME..

ohhh so we’re doing anime die hard. kinda like the first macadamia movie 

that lady rlly just stabbed herself huh.

these antags look like theyre from naruto. main antag dude looks like about 7 different anime guys fused 

oh man netero got dunked on immediately Ls. gotta take him out so the protags can do the fighting 

gon and killua are so good. and also in love. epic 12 yr old romance 

KURAPIKA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lookin sharp in a suit. also just looking depressed as hell in general. KURAPIKA ARE YOU...GOOD....ARE YOU STAYING HYDRATED??? TAKING UR VITAMINS?? I DONT THINK YOU ARE. 

also i still cant believe kp is working for neon still...it rlly feels like they just gave up on life and just figured that staying there was fine or w/e

now the 3 protags are goin full die hard thru the tower...WHERE is leorio i cant believe they rlly threw my mans in a sewer like that smh 

these guys r rlly called ‘the shadow’ thats so edgy 

also i watched this like a few hours ago but im a dumb bitch so im reading thru the wiki article for the movie to remind me what happened, and apparently The Shadow(tm) was the black ops division of the hunter association, and they were later rekkt once they started w/the On...i so didnt get that while actually watching the movie vhdakjfhbskdfn thanks hunterpedia for explaining that one to me 

wooowww so the HA rlly just committed massive, morally reprehensible war crimes and then just sealed it all in a book or st and moved on. yikes id be mad too, generic anime dude villain 

so these three rlly just resurrected a dude by going into the desert and saying ‘hey we r emo can you give us some power and maybe anime jeb bush’ and that Worked 

now kurapika is fighting the dude in the control room and gon&killua are fighting Big Dude WHO BEAT UP ZUSHI!!!!!!!!! get his ass boys 

LEORIOOOOOO MMY MAN IS BACK FROM HIS SEWER ADVENTURE!!!!!!!!! ILY SIRRRRR 

and then he immediately gets yoinked by hisoka, who is for some reason in this movie. i feel like they were like oh yeah hisoka is like, the 5th main character/antagonistic force of the story so i guess he should be here. its hilarious tho bc he spends 90% of his already limited screentime in this movie just playing w/his playing cards and smirking. bastard man you just gooo awayyyyy

seeing beans again omggggg green dude u r great

also who the FUCK is that smarmy looking blonde at the HA HQ...i hate him already based on 1) his atrocious pattern-clashing fashion sense, and 2) his smarmy aura. he looks like hes never thought a thought in his life. ruth says he might be buddies w/ging which makes me hate him even more 

gon and killua....r dating. ty 

when gon and the bad guy start fighting in the elevator shaft and killua just kinda watches hvbajddfhbsjf hes like ‘oh the narrative demands that gon fights solo for a bit so i guess ill stay here’ lmao 

but then he saves gon with his physics-heavy electromagnet elevator clamp plan....smart baby 

then after they defeat the guy they just start chatting lol i love them 

ohhh shit the guy exploded, thats fucked up 

poor gon :( more trauma for the poor kid 

meanwhile kurapika fights an evil clone of themself. wow 

tbh kurapika could totally one-up these guys by being like ‘well ok at least you have each other, im the VERY LAST kurta’ 

its strange to see kurapika fighting w/the sticks instead of the chains tbh

WHO THREW THAT KNIFE AT THE GUY IT HAS TO BE LEORIO HHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

LEORIO AND KURAPIKA REUNION HHHHH THEYYYYY

they are married tyvm 

kurapika is soooo not doin well like...please get some rest

kurapika referring to their ‘new friends’ hmmmm thats probably an actual canon reference since this doesnt get brought up again in the movie. probs referring to w/e kp is doing in canon at this point 

LEORIO USING NEN LMAOOO hes like pshhhh that was easy but internally hes like owww....sir ily sm 

damn kurapika rlly stabbed that guy w/a stick huh. rip dude 

ohhh shit its those drug capsule things 

KURAPIKA RLLY TOOK A BULLET FOR LEORIO HUH. I HATE IT HEREEEEEE

leorio best dude

wow so kp has to make an On covenant OR DIE...yeah i think theyll choose the die option 

squad reunion :’) even tho kp is like, dying 

gon is such a good boy :( ily baby 

leorio and kurapika are str8 up married ty 

final battle timeee

love how at this point in the story gon only has one attack so he has no choice but to keep doing that same attack (well, the 3 variations) over and over til st happens lmao 

lmao gon and kurapika are rlly on the opposite ends of the ‘On’ scale here w/kp willing to die rather than accept using On, and gon seeking out On for POWER and also VENGEANCE 

the themes of gon’s righteous anger on behalf of others continues...

the boys are rlly getting tossed around a lot this movie geez 

hh boy gon is now...PURPLE-BLUE 

oooh killua convincing the lady to chill out was cool - tho ngl i didnt realize she was still alive 

now netero can go ham. i wonder if he’ll finish the fight or if gon will 

uh oh gon is Extra Feral now 

gon: IM EVIL NOW

killua: NOT ON MY FUCKING WATCH 

oughhh they love each other so much bro. fuck this 

gon banging his head on the ground and then killua jumping in between him and the ground....true love bro 

gon snapped out of it WITH THE POWER OF LOVE!!!!!!!!!! im emo and gay. thanks 

love how even when netero was younger he was still like, an old guy lmao 

and then the next day theyre all just back in heavans arena hbvhdahdfbjsakf who cares that the building just got hijacked? whatevs 

kurapika smiling a little and melody then smiling knowingly....melody is like Bitch I Know Youre In Love 

still kurapika seems like. not Right. pls get some therepy 

im glad zushi got to fight that guy like he was supposed to....and w/the nen fam cheering him on :’) 

THOUGHTS

its wild how they didnt really delve into the whole ‘war crimes’ thing w/the hunter association lmao. idk if this movie is canon so that might be why....they just brushed over the fact that the HA was like, running concentration camps and murdering entire groups of people. wild 

this movie was fun!! it felt more like hxh than the last movie, which v much felt like a generic anime movie. this one felt more in character. it did fall into typical anime movie tropes sometimes but the characters felt more like themselves here, espec w/the point of the story this seems to be set at 

like gons anger and all that - while it obvs comes from a place of love and kindness, he can get carried away sometimes...i feel like we’re gonna rlly delve into the negative impact of this in the CA arc and i am both so ready and not ready at all 

this movie was hella gay which i appreciate. love the gays 

all in all this was fun!! i wish there were more hxh movies lmao i love anime movies. well at least theres the musical LMAOOO im gonna watch that soon 

[keezree]

He’s All the Rage! Ch:3

Shoving your hands deeper in into your pockets against the icy cold of Winter Tundra, you looked for Hunter. You had entered through the first most teleporting platforms that rested just outside of the castles gates. There was still a grey-green grass here despite the fact that it was so cold, it crunched under your feet, coated in frost. You didn't have to look hard to find him.

The bipedal cheetah stood anxiously in front of the portal to Dragon Shores. He fidgeted looking around, probably for you. The poor guy was afraid of Zoe's wrath. Even though you knew of how heartless they seemed towards the smaller creatures in this world, you still couldn't help but care for them. You were in a strange twilight. Stuck between two vastly different opinions of what was right and wrong. Both sides had their reasons for fighting and yet both felt twisted and skewed. Then again, maybe it was you who was incorrect. In these lands the rules were different. Perhaps that's just how things were here. For the lesser magical creatures to be used for a greater purpose by the more powerful ones. Even if that was how things transpired here, you still could not accept it. What if perhaps you would have to rely on this same corrupted feeling magic? What if you one day had to take the life of one of the fodder animals or inhabitants of the worlds? To keep Ripto safe, you felt perhaps you would. Though you would really rather not have any form of blood on your hands. Now was not the time for such thoughts however, you needed to get to the beach. Setting these thoughts aside, you announced yourself to Hunter. “Oh! ____! Hey, what took you so long. The Professor has the portal all ready to go. We can head over to Dragon Shores anytime you're ready.” You approached him and stood on the side of the portal facing the castle. Ripto was behind you, farther back. As you two had planned earlier, on your way through the portal, he would sneak up into the portal on the opposite side. Someone could enter through either side and still reach their destination. You could hear his light-footed steps behind you. “You had better not give me away! Find a way to shake that feline fur ball. Then we can get you that blasted wand, get my minions back and give this darn world what for!” You recalled his command from before you departed Autumn Plains. The archway marking the way to Dragon Shores hummed peacefully, through it, you could see an ever expansive ocean with a small beach. It seemed inviting in this biting air. “Alright, I can't wait to get that wand back. Though...It's gonna be hard convincing that gnorc to hand it over. He seemed like he really liked it.” Staring into the portal you had a thought pop up into your head. On a whim, you asked Hunter. “Say, Hunter, what was the code you typed in? For your birthday?” Hunter looked at the control dial in his hand and then back up to you. “Why you sly devil! Are you trying to plan a party or something? Well! If you are, I have been wanting this really cool pair of rocket boots the Professor has in his lab.” You nodded, impatient. You didn't want to keep Ripto waiting, however you felt this bit of information may help you. Surely he was on the other side listening in. He was waiting for your signal. “I'll keep that in mind, but I need to know what the code er...what the date was.” Hunter grinned and gave you a wink. “2,2,4,7,5 my good buddy!” You tried to ingrain it into your memory. “Ugh, alright lets go try to convince that gnorc...” Hunter deflated, he clearly didn't want to have to deal with the fellow he made a deal with. “Say Hunter, why don't you just chill here? I can pop over and talk to the guy. I'm the one who needs the wand, and this way you don't have to deal with Zoe.” Hunter mulled your suggestion over in his head and beamed. “Hey! I mean, you know if you're sure!” You nodded and relief washed over his face. “Whew. I mean... Have fun!” He marched away, pleased that he had gotten off the hook. You faced the portal and let out a short whistle to announce to Ripto on the other side your intentions and that the coast was clear. You stepped in and he did likewise. The two of you landed on the sunny, sandy beach of Dragon Shores. Ripto seemed terribly uncomfortable. Maybe he didn't like the warmth? No! Oh no of course! It's Dragon Shores after all, he was probably on the lookout for other dragons. You had wondered if word of Ripto's influence had spread here. Would they let him in the park? “It took you long enough to get that spot covered scum out of there. What was all that nonsense with birthdays?” You shook your head, dismissing it as nothing. Summer Forest could not rival Dragon Shores in how hot it was. You had to remove your coat. You gazed up into the rich, blue, cloud filled sky. The sun beamed eagerly down on you and Ripto. He squinted in the light, or perhaps wait...no he was squinting at the statues that stood atop a wall, winding around the small beach that you stood on. There were twin, glistening,metallic dragon statues glimmering in the sunlight. The scowl that crossed Ripto's face was disheartening. “This place could seriously use some redecorating...” He grumbled. Part of you had hoped perhaps he may enjoy himself here a bit, away from the ruckus that was happening in Avalar. You didn't even stop to think about what you may find here. Hell even the name of this world had Dragon in it. Hopefully he wouldn't start anything. To your left, a large, green fellow with a pronounced portly belly wearing a red tie greeted you. Atop his head rested a top hat and he held a cane with a large crystal like decoration at the end. It must have been purely ornamental because you felt no magic coming from it. That's strange. Your ability to sense and detect magic had grown quite a bit in the last little while. The Professor said being in the presence of dragons can sometimes influence a persons magic. Were they fonts of magical energy? But you hadn't been spending time with Spyro, you'd been spending time with Ripto. He was a powerful sorcerer, could his magic be enhancing yours? You looked to him as he took in the scenery. He glared back at you once he realized you were staring. “What?” he barked. “Nothing. You okay?” He grumbled and said through clenched his teeth. “ Let's get this over with.” He stomped over to the fellow who you assumed was what Hunter had called a gnorc. He was very goblinesque. Green, kind of lumpy in his form and he sported pointed ears. He might have been frightening except his yellow eyes were wide and welcoming. “Hello! And welcome to Dragon Shores!” He was very well dressed, however his giant form didn't fit the suit well, in fact the sleeves were ripped and his pants had no chance against his bulging stomach. You greeted him back and Ripto shook his head. “Oh just let us in already! We lost something and need it back!” Ripto pointed to the gates leading to the amusement park. An enormous, blue, metal scrap dragon stretched across the high gate. It was made from sheets of metal welded together. Watching trolley cars roll around on a ramp above, you realized it was part of a ride. The cars entered the dragons mouth and continued on, following the ramp deeper into the park. “Our er, friend lost something of mine and I need it back. Have you or anyone else seen a white fairy wand?” You offered to the now taken aback gnorc. He looked from you to Ripto, not very impressed with how pushy your horned friend was being. “Oh yeah? What did your friend look like?” the gnorc fellow seemed to be ignoring Ripto. You described Hunter and the gnorcs face lit up. “Ah yes! That speedy, sporty fella! He traded it to Gnelson! You should ask him! If you explain your situation, he'll probably give you the wand back no problem!” He opened the gate to you and Ripto and gestured you in with a wave of his hand and a bow. “Go on ahead! Enjoy!” You and Ripto entered the park.  It was a cute little park, not many rides but it was clean and well kept. Banners and awnings were strung here and there, advertising the park and the rides therein. You saw there was a ball throwing pit, where you dunk someone in a pool if you land a successful hit. A shooting gallery, the trolley coaster you saw from outside and a set of boats in the shape of hearts, taking people through the dark “tunnel of love.” At each ride and game there was a gnorc stationed. You wanted to look around a bit more, a strange cheery buzz filling the air but Ripto shoved past you. “Alright! Which one of you louts is Gnelson!” He bellowed to everyone in the area. “Oh Ripto don't..” You muttered. The fellow manning er, gnorcking? The shooting gallery coughed. “Uh that would be me!” Despite his clear distaste for Ripto's demeanour, he never dropped his amiable nature. “And what can I do for you this fine day? Come to try your hand at the shooting gallery?” You followed Ripto over to the gnorc. He too held an ornamental staff, a jagged purple spearhead of a crystal finished the end. He wore no shirt but had a vibrant red cape. The gnorcs here all seemed to share the same belly. Ripto extended his three fingered hand towards Gnelson. “The wand! We need it back!” Gnelson looked confused briefly then realization dawned on him. “Oh! You want that wand the cat traded me for some tokens! Well, I'm sorry there sir but I can't just give it to you for nothing. He traded it to me for ten tokens! If you can play all the games and rides here, the other gnorcs will gladly give you one. Once you've finished collecting the tokens, you can come back here and I'll make the trade!” Ripto was livid. “WHAT?! I don't have time to be messing around on these stupid games. I need that wand, give it to me or so help me I'll-” You pushed Ripto gently away. “Ten tokens! Got it!” You smiled at Gnelson as you guided Ripto away from the gnorc, fearing he would make good on his threat. “Don't you dare push me!” He shoved you away. “I'm sorry Ripto, but just for now, maybe we shouldn't draw any attention to ourselves. We could lose our chance of getting that wand back. Then we'll never revive Crush and Gulp.” Ripto looked like he was about to explode at you, then he looked around the area. It wasn't very large and you were in clear view of all the gnorcs. None of them seemed too happy with him. Flustered, he expressed his anger with clenched fists and threw his arms wildly in front of him. “ Arg FINE! Come on!” He grabbed your wrist and forcefully drug you over to the dunk tank. “Step right up, step right up! Soak some rotten foes for free and earn yourself a token!” Ripto approached the tank and looked at the baseball he had been given distastefully. He grunted in disgust and threw the ball at the target. The unfortunate person in the tank plummeted into the water with a splash. “Two more to go! Then you've got yourself a token!” A sinister smile played on his lips as he nodded in satisfaction at submerging them. Ripto was a pretty good shot and landed the three hits without missing once. You on the other hand hit one then proceeded to overshoot the target every time after. “Oh for- HERE!” He grabbed the ball from you and dunked your remaining two targets. “I could have gotten it.” You complained. Ripto scoffed, strode over to the gnorc, angrily grabbed the tokens and returned to you. He then drug you again by the wrist over to the trolley coaster. “Oh no...” You groaned. “What?” he grumbled at you. “I can't do heights very well.” Ripto ascended the steps to the trolley. “Then stay here! I'll ride this blasted thing. (Grumble grumble) tokens....” The gnorc stationed at the trolley ride held out his cane, blocking Ripto from heading up the steps. “Ah, ah, ah, sorry sir, but you don't meet our height qualifications, you'll need a partner to ride with.” This was bad. The gnorc tapped a chart beside him showing how tall one needed to be in order to ride the trolley and he didn't quite make it. “Height qualifications!? OH! Youuuu....” He spluttered, rage boiling in his eyes and his claws curled into tight fists. Quickly stepping forward you ushered Ripto up the steps to the trolley. “I'll be his partner, lets' go!” Ripto extracted himself from your grip and stormed up the stairs, plopping himself angrily on the trolley. Climbing onto the trolley behind him you carefully examined the seating. It... It had no fastenings or belts. What? The trolley started up and you were sent to your worst fear in the whole god damned world. Green balloons floated over top your head, you were meant to pop all of them in order to win the tokens. How the hell were you supposed to stay on this rolling death machine and manage to stay focused on popping green fucking balloons?! Ripto huffed when you passed a few balloons and hadn't popped them. “What are you doing?! You missed them!” Extending his claw he reached up to poke at one of them. “I'm sorry I just, I'm trying not to fall off!” You had a death grip on the edges of the trolley, your head was down and you weren't brave enough to look anywhere but at the wooden boards beneath you. He balked and turned from his seated position to look at you. “What? Just use your magic you idiot!” Confusion played on your face as you tried to figure out what he meant. “Ok, so maybe don't insult me like that, you can talk to me like a regular person and also, how? I'm new at magic!” He shook his head in disbelief at your incomprehension of what seemed to be a very basic thing to grasp. “Just tie yourself with magic to the trolley! It's simple! And I'll stop calling you and idiot when you are no longer an idiot. Which will be never!” He turned his back to you again and continued popping balloons, cursing when he missed one. Ah wait! Your grip loosened.

That was it, just like with making a door within Ripto's barrier. It was just belief. You imagined within your mind the most strongest, inseverable tie the universe could ever conjure up. Erasing all doubts in your head, you felt the magical tie form between you and the trolley. It felt safe. You felt secure. Gently, gingerly, you lifted your hands from the sides of the trolley and allowed yourself to raise your head. You were tense and cold with a chilled sweat. But it was very beautiful. The air whizzed by, warm and summery sweet. Your view whirled past, darting inside little tunnels and whooshing into open air, giving you a grand view of the seascape. The fear you had slowly melted away and you allowed yourself to raise your hands a little in the air. A balloon passed over Ripto's head and you snatched it, you didn't have claws of anything to pop it so you just kind of squeezed it. The bang was loud and startling. “Arg, I hate that infernal popping noise! I can't wait til this is over. What a useless ride...When I'm done with Avalar, I'm going to come back here and tie those gnorcs to these trolleys and keep them running on it forever!” “Maybe I'll throw that dragon in the dunk tank too and make it his permanent residence.” He cackled at the thought. You made the entire circuit around the coaster and realized there were offshoot ramps as well, to your utter horror and disbelief, there was a giant loop. “No. No, no, no...” You muttered. “Oh, Really? You'll be fine! Stop worrying! You stink of fear it's distracting!” You had been sweating from the rush of adrenaline that coursed through you from being scared. You hadn't realized it had been noticeable. Or perhaps with his reptilian nose he was more sensitive to smells? These thoughts halted immediately when the trolley began climbing up the curved ramp. “AhhHHH nnonono.” You muttered under your breath. Instinctively you grabbed around Ripto's middle, bracing yourself, trying to hold onto something to keep you safe. “G'oh! Let go of me!” He demanded. You did not. You gripped tighter as you felt gravity turn upside down and pull at you from the wrong way. Ripto was attempting to pry your arms from his waist but you weren't going anywhere until the loop was over. “I'm bonded to the trolley, I'm bonded to the trolley, holy fucking shit I am bonded to this trolley.” Your thoughts pounded in your head, afraid that suddenly the tie you had made would dissipate and you'd plummet to your death. Luckily no such thing happened and you safely ended the loop. Once it was over your grip loosened and Ripto grabbed your hands, throwing them off. “Honestly!” He shook his head disapprovingly. The trolley ride soon ended, thankfully, and you shakily climbed town the steps to retrieve your token. Ripto was ahead of you, he said nothing to the gnorc as he stomped in front of him. His shoulders were squared and he whipped his open hand out in front of him waiting for the token. “Oh, sorry there sir or madam, but you need to complete the other games on the coaster before I can hand the token over. Now there are red balloons you have to pop along with the green ones, the red ones are bigger and stronger, you'll need a canon to pop these ones! Your trolley should be fitted with one for just this purpose!” The gnorc, never dropping his amiable facade, seemed pleased to deny Ripto the token and he was of course frothing. “RED BAL-!” He jammed his mouth shut before he could finish his sentence. He took a deep breath, pushing his hands down as if it could physically stifle his anger. Turning sharply, he walked back up the steps and met you half way. Forcefully turning you back around, he shoved you back up the steps to the cart. “No not again...” “HAH! Tell me about it!” He griped. You focused on catching the green balloons while Ripto took control of the cannon. He delighted in when he missed, sometimes on purpose, aiming a little too close to the gnorcs in the park. The dreaded loop started to come around again and you once more had the urge to hang on to Ripto to keep you steady. He'd probably just grow cross with you so you settled on hanging on to the side of the trolley. As the trolley turned towards it, he looked back at you, perhaps warning you to not touch him. “Relax!” “Ahh, I'm trying.” The trolley turned upwards and gravity went wrong again. With a whimper you shot your hand forward and gripped his hand. He glared down at it, his face sporting a frown. “How am I going to rely on you to get my other minions if you're this much of a coward!?” While he complained, this time he didn't remove his hand. It was soft and had a comforting effect on you. You held it awkwardly, unused to the difference in digit quantity. When your stomach no longer felt like it was trying to come back up through your throat you opened your eyes. As you ended the loop, there was a red balloon. Ripto tore his hand from yours to launch the canon and pop it. He placed his hand back down on the trolley. You had a sudden urge to hold it again. And so, you did. You snaked your hand back into his and watched as his head slowly turned to look at it and then to you, a bewildered and confused look on his face, mixed with his ever present frustrated air. His brow furrowed very slightly as if questioning you, trying to figure out what you were up to. When you looked into his cat like eyes this strange pull started to grow in your chest. Maybe it was the rush of adrenaline, maybe it was from this weird confidence you had after making it through this awful coaster ride, but you felt... His warm reddish scaly skin looked soft in the sunlight, and his expressive eyes drew your gaze. The breeze blew at his bushy brows. You felt... The sharp teeth that hid behind his frowning mouth peeked through in an adorable way. You wanted him to look at you, and to hear his voice. Was this... Were you...? Are you falling for him!? The trolley was swallowed up by the dragons head as you made your way to the final stretch of the coaster. He retracted his hand as if he had touched something hot or vile. He turned back to the front of the trolley, to the controls of the canon. You finished the balloons off and the trolley began to slow down. Hopefully you hadn't upset him or weirded him out. Maybe he just thought you were still scared or something. He looked back to you, just over the edge of his cape, startling you. “There, we're back on the ground now.” He said half mockingly. As the trolley crawled to a stop he turned and wiggled his hands scowling. “Do you need to hold my hand down the stairs? They're awfully high.” You had to giggle and shook your head no. Once you had your tokens secured and were safe on solid ground you let your mind toy with the idea of having feelings for him. You highly doubted he would ever trust anyone enough to let them be that close. Poor Ripto. Even if anything romantic never happened between you, you had at least hoped you could maybe help him find some sort of happiness or peace. It was kind of awkward and unexpected when you held his hand. You thought you should probably apologize. “Er, Ripto?” He was heading towards the inner part of the park. Stopping he turned to listen. He seemed worn out. It was exhausting being on the fast coaster, despite the fact that you had been sitting the whole time. “I'm...Pardon about earlier. I just. Your hand. It made me feel safe. I didn't mean to put you off.” Ripto blinked. “I'm no good with you touchy, feely types.” He waved his hands mockingly as he showed his distaste. “Don't expect me to hold your hand through everything.” Walking through the park you kept your eyes on his back. How would anyone get through such a hard exterior? He was so closed off to the world. He seemed to be afraid and paranoid of everything. There was this worried look in his eyes as you made your way to the next ride. Feeling eyes on him, Ripto's head darted to you. “What? Why do you keep looking at me like that?!” He threw his arms to the side in a frustrated gesture. “Your eyes...” You blurted. Aw shit. You'd been thinking about how worried they looked but you didn't want to bring it up. He wouldn't want anyone noticing or pointing it out. A weakness he probably thought. “What about my eyes?” Your felt a warmth bloom from your cheeks as you tried to answer. You had to say something now. “They're uhm. They'r-” “They're WHAT?!” You took a deep breath and the words flew out your mouth before you could stop them. “They're lovely.” Your hands scooped up and covered your face embarrassed. You saw through your fingers that he had stopped. Surprise and disbelief took purchase of his face and he blinked a few times. “I...They...Really?” He said in a softer tone. You nodded and shook your head, trying to clear it. “Aghh.” you sighed flustered. “Lets go! To the next ride!” You stumbled over to the back of the park. This time you were in the lead, and you could feel him looking at you. Was he upset? Did you get through to him? You took a tentative glance back. Sure enough he been watching you. He started and looked away, pretending that something had caught his attention. His eyes flicked back to you and when he realized you were still watching he awkwardly scratched at his head, turning away again. Oh my! Was he embarrassed? That was absolutely adorable. You'd better not tell him that though. You made it to your destination and you almost laughed. That's right, the other ride in this park was- “Hello and welcome to the tunnel of love! One free ride gets you one free token! Care for a spin?” The gnorc at the boats greeted the two of you as you made it to the top of the stairs. Both you and Ripto glanced at each other and then just as quickly looked away. Ripto grumbled and pushed past you. “We need those tokens. C..Come on!” He clambered into the boat and waited. You stood there on the edge of the platform. Should you just take the next boat? Would riding with him be too awkward? Your hesitation was noticed and he growled. “Hurry up!!” He stood up and grabbed at your wrist, jerking you onto the boat. When the two of you were seated the gnorc started up the boats. It was a nice, gentle change of pace in comparison to the roller coaster. The slooshing of the water was calming as you entered the dark tunnel. It was peaceful sitting in the dark, the sounds of the park being drowned by the tunnel walls. You could vaguely see in the dark. Making out Ripto's form, you could see he was looking straight ahead. His brows furrowed as if he was thinking deeply on something. You didn't want to bother him again so you simply looked the other way. A light began to illuminate the tunnel and approach you. The tunnel opened to a clearing, showing the vast blue sky. It was lovely here. Away from all the horrors and tumultuous happenings of Avalar. The sea waved in the distance as you bobbed along in your boat. You entered another closed tunnel section and the light was swallowed up behind you. It was very quiet, a little too quiet. “This is nice.” You said softly. “What? Oh. Yeah sure.” He sounded distracted. After a moment the tunnel once more opened to a bright blue sky. This time you couldn't help yourself and turned to look at Ripto to see how he was fairing. He was looking directly at you. Had he been watching you? For how long? He didn't look away, rather he cleared his throat and his eyes flickered to you and then away and then back again. Curious, you smiled and then decided to try something. You edged your hand towards his, sliding it across the cushion you were sitting on. He looked down at your hands approach and slightly raised his own. Was he going to hold it back? For a moment it seemed like he was going to, his hand reached down and just grazed yours when he shot it back and under his arm as he crossed them. He snarled and looked away, back to the wall. Ah well you thought, at least you tried. Once more into the darkness you wondered if maybe you had made him get outside of his worries a bit. It seemed as though he never stepped outside of his paranoid thoughts. If you could put even a little bit of kindness there, that would be nice. Finally the boat emerged slowly into the sunlight. Ripto had kept his arms crossed the rest of the ride. His eyes fixed dead ahead. Though, in your peripheral vision, you could see his head turn slightly to look to you. You did not return the look. Instead you slowly began to stand as the boat came to a stop. The two of you received a token each and descended the steps. “So er. There's the last game.” You pointed to the shooting gallery. The previous attractions had given you almost enough tokens. You carried seven now and so this last one must grant you the final three. “Right.” He walked past you his head down, avoiding looking at you. You wish you hadn't made this all so awkward. Ah well, in time I'm sure he'd forget and return to his grumpy ways. The final game seemed simple enough. You had to shoot down lizards and other things as they popped up. Only, they were living beings rather than cardboard targets. A power up gate, granting the player the ammunition to take down the targets marked the spot you had to stand to play the game. Ripto took his spot and using his magic he summoned a staff. It looked like it was missing something at the very top. Using it to aim, he shot fireballs out of the end and took down all of the targets. They all poofed into nothingness and their souls were transported to the power up. He turned to you and pointed his thumb back at the power up over his shoulder. “It's all yours. Hurry up!” He made room for you to have a turn. You gazed at the lizards beyond the gate. You had yet to step through and earn the power up ability. “What's wrong? Just shoot the darned things! We need to get moving!” You shook your head with worry. “I've...I've never. Kill...Destroyed anything before in my life. I'm not. I dunno if I can” He grumbled and walked over to you. “Just kill them already! Don't you get how magic works? Their souls will just be used to grant the rest of the world magic, like this gate thing! Every time you use magic you use them anyway! They're just a bunch of annoying lizards!” You hesitated and looked to them again. “I don't have a way to fire at them.” You muttered. Ripto looked around trying to find you something, he frowned down at his own staff and then handed it to you. “Here!” You tentatively took it and rolled it in your hands. You had said that you'd do this for Ripto if it was necessary. You had meant it more of a defense thing than to collect tokens for a fairy wand. “Oh for! Can't you do anything without help!?” He stepped up beside you and forced you through the portal. He aimed your hands towards one of the lizards and you could feel his magic focus itself through the scepter and out as a fire ball. “Ah! Sorry!” You cried out. “There! Easy right?” He stepped back and observed you, waiting for you to continue. When you hesitated he gestured with his hands, waving you on. You sadly looked to where the lizard had been then back at the staff. This felt awful. “Look!” Ripto growled. “You're no more safer than they are! If they were in your position, they'd do the same to you!” You gripped the staff tightly. “That doesn't make it right though...” But perhaps you were wrong. Was it alright to do this? Your time expired and the gnorc at this game called you over. “Oh! Well too bad! Looks like you ran out of time. If you'd like you can... uh.” The gnorc noticed the sad look on your face. He clued in what was going on. “You can try again if you want uh to...Hey you know what? I'll give you points for trying kid! E for effort, howzabout that? Here's your tokens!” He handed the tokens over to you and Ripto scowled. “Sure give them the tokens and make me work for them.” As you prepared your tokens for Gnelson, Ripto glowered at you. “You're really hopeless you know that!?” You felt guilty for earning the tickets for nothing. Ripto turned to confront you. “Have you really never destroyed anything? Ever?” You had though back to bugs you had squished either on purpose or accident. If you could avoid it you did but bugs get everywhere you know? “No, I haven't.” He fixed you with a strange look. “You're a heck of a lot better than dragons at least...” “Ah-” He waved at the air as if brushing off some thought. “Lets get the wand.” He neared Gnelson and held up the tokens. “Here. We got your rotten tokens. Now, can we PLEASE get the wand?” Gnelson eyed the tokens in Ripto's hand. “Oh, didn't I mention? I hid the wand in the theatre! I put it there for safe keeping. The tokens weren't for me! They were meant for you to gain entry to the Dragons Shores theatre!” Ripto clenched his claws around the tokens. “Th-The THEATER?! Wild goose chase!” He grit his teeth and stormed off to the theatre, resting in the middle of the park. “Oh right! Hunter mentioned the theatre. 'One of a kind,' It seemed interesting.” “Whats so special about it?” “It can show you past memories, things you've done or experienced. Victories and things.” Ripto was watching you as he listened. He smiled wickedly. “Hah...I'd love to see the look on those fools faces again. When I arrived and they realized how doomed they were. Maybe this wasn't such a waste of time.” Another gnorc granted you access to the theatre. Inside there were seats. You looked around and saw the wand resting on the very ledge of what appeared to be the movie screen. Ripto snatched it up and tossed it in the air a couple f times, smiling at his prize. He looked then over to you. “Here!” He tossed it to you and you grabbed it. “Don't lose it either!” You nodded, keeping a tight grip on it. The energy emanating from the wand felt soft and powerful. Now you could save Gulp and Crush. It gave you a sense of relief. You had something now at least. Some hope to help. “How do we use this thing?” Ripto was poking and inspecting the screen. He attempted to use his sceptre to start the screen. Nothing seemed to work. You sat down in the front row of seats and waited for him to figure it out. When you did, the screen flashed on and a menu of sorts appeared on the screen. It has sentences. Vague memories popped up as you remembered the instances you had heard them. “Those are my memories!” Ripto looked at the selection on the screen then to the seats. He plopped down beside you and the screen shifted. Instead of having the selection on the screen, smaller menus began floating in front of you. You glanced over at Ripto's menu and saw a few unsavoury things written there. They disappeared upward as Ripto scrolled through the selection. “Ah!” He wiggled his fingers before touching the sentence. The world was gone as you saw from a third person point of view Ripto's previous experience. You saw Elora, Hunter and the Professor stand agape as Ripto crash landed into Avalar. “Hrmm...No Dragons! Wonderful...” The three panicked and scattered the orbs around the world with the help of fairies. Ripto was carried away by one as he attempted to cling to the orb it was carrying. You watched as he landed back down painfully. Gulp, Crush and Ripto took in the scenery. “No matter. This should be easy enough. This world feels unbalanced. There are no dragons here! It's perfect!” The scene faded and the theatre melted back into view. Ripto cackled and scanned through the other memories. He avoided the earlier ones, you noted. “Ah, this one was good!” He selected another and you watched again as he approached the group, having just blasted them with his spell. This time, Spyro was there. “What?! A Dragon!? You brought a dragon to Avalar?!” You looked on as he prepared his staff. “I HATE dragons!” You watched the memory as Gulp accidentally consumed his sceptre. “I'll deal with you later!” The memory faded and Ripto looked flustered. “I can't believe that oaf! When we get him back I'm giving him a piece of my mind.” He banged his fist down onto the menu. It sparked and a few several memories were selected. “What? No! NO!” You sat helpless as a series of memories played out. A young Ripto, being bullied, no, harassed by his peers. Dragons. They mocked him for his stature and excluded him from everything. “Wingless!” “Shorty!” “What a loser...” He was left all alone. He had nobody. You saw Ripto studying magic. Multiple spellbooks were open on his table as he sat by candle light, reading them well into the night. Years of abuse and neglect passed by and you watched as Ripto became more closeted and bitter. Then, one day, Ripto fought back against those harassing him and used the magic he had learned. It was powerful, but lacked control. The blast just barely missed his target, a rather burly looking dragon. His attempt backfired and was rewarded with the dragon beating him. He socked him in the face and clawed him. Two gouges were left on the left side of his lip. The memory faded into another and you saw some familiar faces. Gulp and Crush working for another gnorc. Taller and gnastier than the gnorcs here on the beach. Ripto employed them, taking them to his tower. A beautiful tall tower with elegant sculptures and ornate but not ostentatious pillars. Classical paintings stretched along the walls, similar to ones you had seen but instead of humans, there were riptocs. It was decorated with purples, golds and whites and there were curly 'R's engraved into the pillars and embroidered onto lush red and purple carpets. It was really lovely. Here in the tower, he formed some camaraderie with Gulp and Crush. It was peaceful for him for once. That was good to know. He still seemed bitter and sullen though. They then faded to a memory you had just seen, his arrival to Avalar. You witnessed his loss of Crush and Gulp. Despite hoping that you would have avoided seeing it, you watched as Gulp was destroyed by Spyro, but not before putting up one hell of a fight. 

All the while you noted, he had done nothing terribly evil or cruel. Nothing the other inhabitants of Avalar weren't doing themselves. Then surprisingly, the memories went to you. Memories flashed up, you showing your concern to him. Popping up when he thought he was alone, sealed away. You making sure he would stay safe or try to avoid the fight. Falling on you after losing Gulp and then you sitting in the boats in the tunnel ride. “This is nice..” “What? Oh. Sure...” So he had been watching you a while. He seemed at one point to want to get your attention, he hesitantly raised his hand to tap your shoulder but stopped when you turned and tried to hold his hand. Soon the memories faded and the two of you were left in the theatre. Ripto shot out of his seat and glared at you. “Not! A WORD of what you saw!” He jabbed his pointed finger in your face as you looked at him worriedly. “I'd forgotten all about...GRAH!” He was struggling with himself. He huffed and looked to you with a scowl. “WELL?! Let's go! We have what we came here for!” He started stomping his way out of the theatre. “Ripto...” You stood and followed after him He either didn't hear you or was ignoring you. “Ripto!” You shouted. He turned on his heel to stare daggers at you. “Not a WORD!” You neared him and reached your hand out to touch the scars the marked the old wound on his lip. You cupped his cheek and ran your finger over the scars. He flinched at your touch and anger started to well up on his face. “I'm so sorry...I really wish that....I wish things had been better for you.” A kind of sorrowful look snuck its way in and he glanced up at you. His chest was heaving as though he were having a hard time breathing. His sad eyes lighted upon yours. “ Everything that has happened to you. It's not fair. You poor thing...” Anger returned and he shoved your hand away. “I don't need you to pity me!” He whirled around to leave but you grabbed onto his cape. “I don't pity you! I know you're powerful. I know you're capable! I care about you! Jeez Ripto I wish you'd just-!” You rubbed at your eyes in frustration. He stood watching you with a cautious look. “ I wish you'd let me in..” you mumbled, tired. “What?” “Never mind.” you sighed. The two of you stood in silence there in the dark theatre. He looked less angry now, calculating what you had said. Straitening up he composed himself. “We need to go. I need those two back and that dragon is still out there. I want him out of my kingdom.” Nodding, you gently placed your hand on his shoulder. “Alright. Let's go get your friends back.” He harrumphed as he looked at your hand, half shrugging it off. The two of you walked out into the bright, blinding sun and made your way to the portal. “Wait.” You went ahead of Ripto. “Let me go ahead and check to see if the coast is clear.” “Fine.” He stood tapping his foot impatiently as you scooted through the portal. Everything was fine and so you returned to retrieve him. He led you to the platforms at the top of the ridiculous stairs leading to the Winter Tundra castle. You could barely make the step, having to use your hand to reach out to the next one ahead of you. These platforms would take you directly to the parallel ones near the dungeons in the other home worlds. You entered Summer Forest first, to Crush. The two of you stood at the hole leading down to the dungeon. The sheep bouncing back near Aquaria Towers fled from your being there. Ripto held his sceptre aloft and seemed to be focusing on something. “There. I found his save spot. He's still in there, stuck.” Ripto let a flash of light loose from his staff and it hit the open hole. “When you fall down there, you should be taken directly to Crush. Don't mess this up! Make sure you hit him just before Spyro kills him. That way he'll wake up there again and you can bring him out.” You nodded and turned to the hole, preparing yourself for the task mentally. You were frightened but you felt you could do this. You thought of Crush and him being alive and well instead of... well... You took a step towards the hole. “____!” You stopped. Surprised to hear Ripto call your name. You turned to him and his face softened just a bit. “You had better not get hurt in there, or I'll come down and finish the job myself!” Aww, he cared. Turning once more to the pit, you took a steadying breath and holding Ripto's words in your heart as a promise to return, you descended into the dungeon. It was time to save Crush...

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ok how about a sweet story where Sam is injured in an explosion. ( He loses his sight and hearing temporarily, he's really going to be fine.) But Dean is super gentle and sweet and gives Sam an experience he won't ever forget... so much touching...

It was a trap. Dean should have realized it. Everything came just a little too easily but he was tired and he wanted to get back to the Bunker and well, if for the first time in his life the hunt came easy, well he wasn’t about to question it. He should have and he knew that but he didn’t.

Sam was closest to the explosion. He wasn’t sure if there was a tripwire or if the explosion was on timer or what but he was the closest. He was blown backwards, his blade falling out of his hands and hit his head on a pile of rubble and then ceased to move.

Dean crawled over to him, ignoring the pain that was in his leg (it wasn’t bad, some shrapnel was in it) and grabbed Sam’s face, holding him, begging for Sam to hold on, to not let go like this, that Dean would take care of him.

He was still breathing and Dean took that as a win as he picked up his brother and carried him to the Impala, still talking to him, hoping that the sound of his voice would bring Sam back but Sam didn’t respond. He’s starting to open his eyes but they’re cloudy and unfocused like he’s not really seeing anything and Dean’s not sure how to feel about that. A hunter without his sight is a dead hunter.

By the time they get to the Bunker, Sam’s talking a little bit. It’s grabbled words almost like he can’t get his mouth to form the right words and sounds and Dean reaches across the cab to grab his hand, squeezing it lightly before he got out, walked to the other side and helped his brother inside the Bunker.

Sam clung to Dean, his fingers digging into Dean’s jacket as he walked on wobbly legs inside and all the while Dean was talking to him, telling him that he was going to be okay except Sam didn’t respond, at all and that worried Dean.He laid Sam down on his bed, brushing his hair out of his face and still Sam kept a hand on Dean’s jacket, holding him tight.

“You’re gonna be okay, Sammy.” Dean muttered, removing Sam’s shoes before coming back up to his head, once again pushing the hair out of his face, running his fingers through it. “I’m going to be right back. Okay, Sammy? You just wait here. I’ll be right here.”

He had to pry Sam’s fingers off his jacket to run to get the first aid kit. There was a cut on Sam’s forehead that needed to be stitched up and while he hit the back of his head, Dean didn’t feel any blood there, just a bump. However that still had him worried. Sam wasn’t responding to him like he should have been, staring out in front of him without really looking like he was seeing anything.

When he came back into the room, Sam was sitting up, calling out Dean’s name in fear. Dean rushed towards him, dropping the things that he had gotten on the bed and grabbed Sam’s face.

“I’m here, Sammy.” Dean said, cupping Sam’s face. “I’m here.”

But Sam was shaking his head, eyes still unfocused. “I can’t… I can’t see, Dean.” He muttered, voice still slightly slurred. “I can’t… Dean, I can’t see.”

“It’s okay.” Dean said, trying to keep his voice steady even though he knew that it wasn’t going to be okay. Sam hit his head, hard and he lost his vision and Dean wasn’t sure what to do with that. “You’re going to be okay. We’re going to fix you.”

Sam still hadn’t stopped shaking his head, his whole body shivering as he reached out for Dean, hands grabbing at nothing until he found contact with Dean’s body and held on tight. “Dean…” He sounded so close to crying now. “I can’t hear anything. I can’t… are you…”

“Shh…” Dean shushed despite the fact that Sam just told him that he couldn’t hear anything and he ignored the tug at his heart that this might not be something that he could fix.

Broken bones and gashes he could fix. Reset the bone and stitch up the cut and everything would be okay. Give days, weeks, months, it would heal but the head, when there was something wrong with the brain, Dean couldn’t fix that and if Sam couldn’t see or hear and if he couldn’t do that then he couldn’t hunt and if Sam couldn’t hunt then that meant...

That meant nothing. 

Dean decided right then and there that it didn’t mean anything. At all. If Sam couldn’t hunt, then he wouldn’t hunt either. If Sam couldn’t see, then Dean would be his eyes and if Sam couldn’t hear then Dean would hear for him and that would be it.

And maybe they were finally given an out to get out of hunting. They’ve tried to get out before but it never seemed to work. But then again, they never tried to get out together. However with this, Dean couldn’t still hunt, not when Sam needed him.

So that was it. He would stop hunting and he would help Sam.

Sam cried. He kept a hand on Dean, gripping his jacket until his knuckles turned white and held onto Dean like he was afraid that Dean was just going to disappear and leave him in darkness and Sam cried. Dean felt like crying too. Seeing his brother like this, completely vulnerable and unable to defend himself against anything but he refused to cry. Not like Sam would know anyway but one of them needed to be strong.

Dean needed to be strong enough for the both of them.

He kept talking to Sam despite the fact that he knew that Sam couldn’t hear him as he cleaned up the wound on his head, washing away the blood. It seemed to comfort Dean, hearing some kind of sound that blocked out the silence and didn’t overwhelm him.

When Dean pressed the needle into Sam’s skin, Sam yelped but he didn’t pull away and Dean wished there was someway that he could have warned his brother what he was about to do but there was nothing that he could do. So he stitched Sam up, running a comforting hand through his hair when he could and let Sam grab ahold of him.

After that, when Sam was all stitched up and had stopped bleeding, Dean was at a lost what to do. Sam needed to get clean, take a shower but he didn’t want to just lead his brother aimlessly through the Bunker and then dunk him in water. He wasn’t sure if that would send Sam into shock.

Then an idea crossed Dean’s mind and he quickly shed Sam of his jacket and held out Sam’s arm and wrote the word ‘shower’ on Sam’s arm with his finger.

It took Sam a couple of moments to realize what Dean was doing and he grabbed Dean’s hand again, placing it back on his arm and told Dean to do it again.

This time he said every letter that Dean spelled out.

“Shower?” Sam asked, every bit of uncertainty that he was feeling coming out in his voice. “You wanna take a shower?”

“Not me, Sammy. You.” Dean said before he caught himself with the realization that Sam couldn’t hear him. So he wrote on ‘no’, waiting for Sam to say it out loud and then wrote ‘you’.

“You want me to take a shower?”

Dean quickly wrote out yes and Sam nodded in agreement and let Dean lead him into the shower room. He stood there, completely pliant as Dean undressed him fully and walked him backwards underneath the spray. Sam kept a hand on Dean, fingers still digging into muscle but it was reassuring in a way. Dean was carefully, his movements slow and methodical as he washed Sam, washing his hair and his body, making sure that every inch of Sam was clean before he dried him off and dressed him in the softest clothes that he could find.

Dean lead him back to his bedroom and set him on the bed and wrote ‘stay’ on his arm, waiting for Sam’s acknowledgement that he understood what Dean wrote before he continued to write ‘food’.

Sam looked up at him, face hopeful and nodded eagerly.

Dean placed a hand on top of Sam’s head, a comforting weight before he disappeared to head off to the kitchen to make something to eat. He made a couple of sandwiches and cut an apple up for Sam and brought it back to his brother who looked as if he hadn’t moved an inch.

Sam refused to be feed by Dean. He closed his his mouth and refused to open it before Dean finally handed over the sandwich to his brother.

It was a little awkward. Dean wouldn’t deny that. Sam couldn’t see the sandwich and he took small bites but he ate it and the apples and he thanked Dean for it. Dean wrote on his arm that he was going to go clean up and was back within minutes.

That night, Sam didn’t let go of Dean, even as he slept. He held onto Dean like Dean was the only thing that was anchoring him to the earth.

The sight and hearing loss was temporary. Not that it really mattered because Dean was fully prepared to do everything in his power to help Sam get his senses back and if that failed, then he was fully prepared to help him for the rest of his life. 

But it was only temporary and while there was no need for Sam to keep a hand on him at all times, keeping close contact and there was no need for Dean to keep Sam right next to him, none of that changed.

They stayed close together as if they were magnets unable to pull apart.

[mhdiaries]

Journal of Jackson Jekyll

Yes, I do mind if you read my journal.

On September 9...

So it turns out I’m a monster. Well part-time monster actually, which leaves me pretty much full-time confused. It’s not like I didn’t know that mom and dad were both monsters. The first time I saw mom’s Hyde side come out was when I was 5 and we were visiting my dad’s side of the family. Some of the little neighborhood monsters decided that they were going to play “kick the can” only they were going to use me as the can. Every time I tried to run home they blocked my way and pushed me down. I started crying and then they really started making fun of me. Then all of a sudden I heard this roar and there was my mom. Even though it didn’t look like her I knew it was and honestly all I could think was, “Why mother, what big muscles you have.” Needless to say I never had any problem with the local monsters again. Dad’s a fire elemental of course and I grew up playing with Heath so I was never afraid of monsters. I just didn’t think any monster heritage had passed on to me. When I asked mom and dad if they knew me and Holt were the same person they said, “Of course we knew you and Holt were the same person - we’re your parents; now finish your breakfast or you’ll be late for school.” Well thanks for clearing that up for me mom and dad. Cause you know it’s not like having that little bit of information would have been helpful at all. Good thing I’m past those awkward teenage years where news like this could really have a negative impact on my psyche. (Ooh - sarcasm. I like it) HH

On September 12...

I had to go to the mad scientist, I mean mad pediatrician, today. Mom says that until I’m an adult I need to continue seeing him because he has the most experience dealing with growing monsters. I feel fine but mom and dad are worried because what triggers my transformation to Holt has changed. It used to happen when the sun went down but now it seems to be loud music, I think. The waiting room was almost empty except for a mother werewolf and two young cubs. While mom filled out paperwork I sat down and tried to find something to read that wasn’t chewed, gooed or covered in monster germs. Then I heard one of the werewolf cubs say, “Mommy! Is that a normie?” “Yes honey, don’t stare.” “Is he going to eat us?” I could tell that she was embarrassed so I said, “No way - I’m totally allergic to werewolf it makes me sneeze - ACHOO!” The cubs eyes got really wide and then she started laughing, “Aw that’s not true.” Then she held up her foot and said, “I can tie my shoe!” I said, “That’s amazing, can you show me how?” The werewolf mom relaxed too and it turns out she’s related to Clawd’s family. Pretty soon a lab assistant appeared, “Jackson Jekyll?” She led us back to a room and said, “The doctor will be with you shortly.” Then, “The wait.” Which means sitting on the crinkly paper covered exam table forever and wondering what would happen if I started playing with the instruments in the exam room and the doctor walked in. Anyway just about the time I woke up enough boredom and courage to start picking up some of the cooler looking instruments laying on the counter I hear the mad pediatrician pulling my chart and the door opens. He’s wearing a lab coat with purple vampire ducks and his stethoscope cover is a fuzzy yellow dragonhead. I’m sure it calms the younger monsters but it scares the normie out of me that the volatile nature of my elemental side + my hyde heritage + being a teenager = constant change. He said that the trigger would probably change again before I reach adulthood. Then he gave me a lollypop, scheduled me for another test and said he wanted to see me again in three months. Now I’m worried about what the trigger is going to change to next. What if it’s showers? Would it be worth giving them up for the rest of high school just so I can have my own life? (Not unless you want your new nickname to be “Stinky”) HH 

On September 21... 

It seems like I spent the first part of my life wishing I was a monster and now that I am maybe now I wish I wasn’t. (Well you’re stuck with it now.) HH When I was spending all that time trying to get Draculaura to bit me so I could become a vampire I never really thought about anything except wanting to fit in with all the other monsters. Now the part of me that fits in doesn’t even get to enjoy it.(Whine much?) HH It’s like the worst of both worlds and now I don’t fit in anywhere at all. We’re all supposed to meet with Mr. D’eath, the school guidance counselor, this week. Wonder if I’ll need to make two appointments (Lame - I already know what I’m going to be... FAMOUS!) HH

On September 23...

So I had my appointment with Mr. D’eath today it started out  about as terrible as I thought it was going to be. Turns out he’d never counseled a “normie” and it seemed like he didn’t know exactly what to say. In fact, he mostly just spent a lot of time squeezing one of those stress balls made to look like a cartoon character with eyes that bugged out when you squeezed it. It was pretty distracting especially when I realized it was a cartoon “normie”. The squeezing wasn’t nearly as distracting as his “throat clearing” which kind of sounded like a hand full of marbles being run through a garbage disposal. I kept trying to figure out how he made that noise because he doesn’t really even have a throat since as far as I can tell he’s pure skeleton. He must have flipped through my permanent record ten times before he finally said: So you see Hackson... I mean Jackson, the career opportunities for normies in the monster world are somewhat er... um... (sound of marbles being run through the disposal again) limited. There’s monster hunter, monster hunter’s assistant, mad scientist, ooh hunchback! You don’t happen to have a hump do you? No? Bad luck there then. Ah hah! How about Monster/Normie Relations Expert? (Figured it’d be something where the wardrobe is even less cool than what you wear now) HH Well that was something I certainly knew a little something about. I had an old coach in the normie world that used to always say, “Play to your strengths Jackson, play to your strengths.” So Mr. D’eath loaded me down with college brochures and rushed me out of his office. I think both of us were glad it was over. 

On October 8...

Finally took that test my mad pediatrician set up for me. It turned out to be a test to determine the type and volume of music that brings out Holt. So I sat in a soundproof booth wearing headphones while a technician played music at different volumes and with different time signatures. I made it through waltzes, marches, polka and chamber music but I don’t remember what he played next. (That’s when he started playing the good stuff.) HH Anyway the results of the test isolated the trigger; music with a 4/4 time signature played in excess of 90 decibels. You know what’s good about this? Me neither.

On November 2...

It seems now that every monster knows Holt and me are the “same” person/monster I don’t get hassled as much for being a “normie”. Not that it makes any difference to Manny Taur since he pretty much wants to bully down on any creature who’s smaller than he is. When he first started picking on me I stood up to him cause once a bully knows he can push you around he’ll never stop, but Deuce finally took me aside and said, “Listen bro - you’ve won a lot of respect standing up to Manny and don’t take this the wrong way but...” Apparently Manny was waiting for the right time to mash me like a slow matador. I kept waiting for it to happen but it never did. In fact it seemed like Manny was purposely avoiding me for some reason. It was almost like some monster had said something to him. (Yeah - wonder who that could have been?) HH

On November 15... 

Headless Headmistress Bloodgood asked for “volunteers” to help with the middle school carnival fundraiser so Deuce and I volunteered for set up and take down duty. It was cool and we didn’t have to dress up like clowns or sit in the dunk tank. We set up tents, carried boxes then hung out and waited for everything to be over. We checked out some of the other booths too cause we had plenty of time to kill. Venus and Draculaura were doing face painting; Rochelle was teaching monsters how to build sand castles, some of which would have looked pretty good if they hadn’t been built next to Rochelle’s sand cathedra with working bell tower and miniature gargoyles. The best though was the stunt Robecca performed. She flew over the carnival a couple of times to get every monster’s attention then flew straight up until it sounded like her rocket boots stalled and she came streaking back toward the ground like a falling star. A huge gasp went up from the crowd as it looked like she was going to crash then she fired her rockets back up and totally buzzed the crowd less than 20 feet off the ground! It was so awesome I actually gave Holt a chance to see her second performance. (Thanks dude - it was totally rockin’ and I would have been bummed if I didn’t get to see it) HH When the carnival was over we helped take everything down and all the volunteers went to hang out at the Coffin Bean. It was dark by then and I would have missed out on that part of the fun if things were the same as they used to be. Still hoping I won’t have to give up showers someday though. (That makes both of us “Stinky”) HH