#[ron swanson voice] it was getting too chummy in here

[yikesb3rg]

he lives don't worrey

[summersnow82]

Somethin' Bad - Part 4

Disclaimer/ Author's note: Thank y'all for reading! I appreciate it more than you know. Standard disclaimer - "The Quarry" characters are not mine, the OCs are. This is a Travis x OC fic. Romance/ Supernatural.

Also, yay, mean Travis is back! I kept thinking of that Ron Swanson scene in “The Fight” - it was getting too chummy in here. 😉

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PART 4

Getting dressed was slow going, but Annabelle managed without having to ask Officer Hackett for help. He’d brought her a pair of old sweats, clean socks, underwear, and a sports bra she was praying fit. Her old clothes were filthy with dirt and blood, and the shirt she’d been wearing was destroyed by that beast in the woods. Annabelle had taken to calling it a beast since it didn’t match any of the supernatural creatures she knew of, and she knew of quite a few.

The t-shirt was huge on her, swallowing her whole, and the sweats were too long, a problem she rarely had. The socks were thick, and the underwear was a basic white while the sports bra was, oddly enough, fluorescent green. He’d mumbled something of an apology when he thrust them towards her, saying it was all he could find right now, and at least they were clean.

Annabelle could work with clean. She appreciated him even trying – most men wouldn’t have even thought about a bra.

She could use her left arm a bit, but it still ached. Whatever the beast was it had done some damage, and it would take time to heal. Getting the sports bra on was tricky, but she managed, if for no other reason than she refused to let a strange man help her in such an intimate way.

No matter how handsome he might be.

Annabelle glanced in the mirror as she stood. She’d combed through her hair with her fingers, and, considering how she looked (and smelled) prior to her shower she thought this was a vast improvement. She picked up the socks, heading to where Officer Hackett was sitting in the adjacent locker room, his back still to her, but close enough he could hear any sound she made. She was still trying to gauge if he didn’t trust her or if he was trying to protect her.

“Officer Hackett?” He turned, taking her in, drawing his mouth together in a tight line.

“I forgot how big Hank was,” he said, obviously referring to the t-shirt and sweats. “Did the uh...other stuff...fit?”

Annabelle nodded. She wasn’t a small woman in any means – standing at 5’10”, she was curvy all over, but food had been a bit scarce lately. “A bit loose, actually. I really appreciate it.”

Travis nodded. “We had a female officer come through for training over a year ago. Left some stuff, never came back for it.” He tilted his head to the side, glancing her over. “About your size.”

This was the longest conversation they’d had, and it was about clothes. Annabelle cracked a smile. “Well, thank you. Do you think you could…?” She let the sentence hang, holding up the socks in her hand, and arching an eyebrow. He motioned for her to sit on the bench next to him, lifting a long leg into his lap. He worked wordlessly, putting each sock on with precision like he’d done it before. “You do this for your kids?”

Travis went still for a moment, and somehow Annabelle felt her innocent question had struck a nerve. “I don’t have kids,” he said curtly, dropping her legs out of his lap.

“I...I’m sorry. I...I didn’t think...” she stammered, noticing the shift in his behavior.

“Hey, Travis! You here?” A voice cut through the awkward moment, calling from the front of the station. “Travis?”

Annabelle opened her mouth to speak, but Travis’ hand stopped her, clamping over her mouth before she could make a sound. He turned, looking her in the eye as he called out, “Yeah. Be right there, Chris.” His dark eyes were hard, almost glaring at her. “Do not make a sound. Do you understand? Nod if you understand.” His voice had dipped into a growl, commanding and cold. Annabelle blinked, surprised by the sudden shift in personality, but chose compliance over sass, and nodded. “Good girl.”

Annabelle’s eyes narrowed. Good girl my ass, she thought. I’m not a dog. But she bit her tongue, remembering everything Officer Hackett had done for her thus far. He noticed the look of indignation she gave him, but shrugged it off. He had bigger issues to worry about right now. He stood, holding her gaze long enough to show he was serious then turned, walking out of the locker room with long, determined strides.

“What’re you doing here, Chris?” Whoever Chris was, Travis did not seem happy to see him.

“Nice to see you to, bro.” Chris’ voice was light, teasing. Travis was having none of it.

“I’m working.”

“Uh huh. Where’ve you been for the past week? Bobby said you left the house pretty quickly the other night.”

“Well I’m not a big fan of getting my ass handed to me each full moon.” The sarcasm in his voice was thick as he spoke.

“Ah. Mom was in rare form, huh?”

“I’m a police officer, Chris. I went radio silent for a reason. I shouldn’t have to explain everything every time there’s a problem. Bobby doesn’t have to.”

“Bobby is the baby. C’mon, Travis. It’s stressful for all of us.”

“Is it, Chris?” Travis sounded livid at this point, practically spitting the words. “You spend your nights in a bunker while I traipse though the woods trying to solve all our problems. But sure, it’s stressful on all of us.” Sarcasm was dripping from every word now.

“What happened out there?” Chris sounded genuinely concerned. Silence. “Is this about the body? Or the other wolf?”

Annabelle held her breath. She was not supposed to be hearing this. Did Travis know she could hear it? What would happen if he found out she had? More silence from Travis’ end. Annabelle was convinced they’d moved somewhere else, but Chris broke the silence again. “You don’t have to worry about him. He’s in the basement.” Annabelle’s heart leapt. Sean. It had to be Sean they were talking about. It had to be. He was alive, somewhere, in a basement.

This news had a different effect on Travis. “He...what? WHAT?”

“Geez, calm down. I know it’s not ideal, but what are we supposed to do? We obviously can’t let him go.” Annabelle closed her eyes. “I mean, it’s messed up, but I figured you’d have an idea-”

Travis laughed, hard and sour. “Of course you did. Is he alive, Chris?”

“Well, yeah, of course.”

“Is he hurt?”

“No. Seems healthy enough. Scared, but that’s to be expected. Ma’s not exactly a great host, but he’ll be okay.” He paused. “Pa said he keeps mentioning a girl in his sleep. Belle or something?” Another pause. “You didn’t see anything that night did you?”

Annabelle kept her eyes closed. This was it. He was going to reveal her. They’d take her to this basement, lock her up, and no one would ever see them again. Her breath was shaky as she tried to think of how to escape. “I saw a wolf. I thought I heard another. I went radio silent because I was hunting. That’s it, Chris. I’d tell you if there was more.” Her eyes flashed open. What now?

His words hung in the air, and finally Chris acknowledged them. “I figured as much. Look, I’m sorry. I’m not trying to bust your ass more than Ma did.”

Travis snorted. “Not possible.” Annabelle winced. Ouch. His mother sounded just lovely.

Chris chuckled. “Fair enough. Look, you may want to stop by later, though. I think Kaylee and Caleb are the only reason things are civil for this guy. It’s making me nervous.” Fear shot through Annabelle like ice stabbing her in the heart.

“Yeah, okay. Just...I’ll handle it.” Chris said something else, but Annabelle’s head was buzzing. It had to be Sean, it just had to be, and he was in danger. She had to get to him, she had to…

She bent over, thrusting her head between her knees as a wave of nausea washed over her. This was an absolute nightmare. First the beast, now this. Where the hell were they? This felt like something out of a horror movie, and she wasn’t a big fan of those.

She raked her hands through her hair, trying to steady her breathing. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Deep breath in, deep breath out. She finally felt herself gaining some composure when two black boots appeared in her line of vision. Slowly, Annabelle raised her head, hands still in her hair as she stared up at Sheriff Hackett. Whatever they had shared earlier seemed erased from his memory as he stared down at her.

Dangerous. She’d felt it back in the jail cell, but his kindness had made her forget. She saw it now, though, deep in his eyes. “Stand up,” he ordered, and she stood. He was only a few inches taller than her, but in his moment he felt so much bigger. He held up a pair of cuffs, never breaking eye contact. “Do I need to use these?”

Annabelle shook her head. “No, sir, Officer Hackett.”

Her response seemed to do something for him, a slight curl at the edge of his lips his only response. “Good girl.” Annabelle clenched her jaw so hard she thought her teeth would crack. The curl of his lips grew – he’d noticed. He put the cuffs back on his belt. “Now that I can tolerate the smell of you we’re going to have a nice, long conversation, m’kay?”

Annabelle clenched her jaw tighter at the insult. “Yes, sir, Officer Hackett.”

[kokichi-and-co-imagine-blog]

We've had too much cute shit. Kokichi kills Kiibo accidently and can't come to grips with the new reality. Tear those robo-loving hearts to bits.

I absolutely agree.

As Ron Swanson said, “It was getting a little chummy in here.”

under the cut for people not ready to come to term with robots not being immortal.

“KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIBOOYYYYYYYYYYY!!” The yell came from across the hall, yet Kiibo swore he was right next to him in a mere matter of seconds. He sighed in defeat, knowing he wouldn’t be able to get away from the ultimate supreme leader. Kokichi was a persistent boy, and he loved the chase.

“What is it, Kokichi? Has something happened?” Kiibo asked, looking down to see tears. While Kokichi had a track record of having a major case of crocodile tears, he didn’t want to deny him any comfort. He pondered in worry as to what shenanigans might have made him cry.

“K-Kiibo… you know I love you, right?” Kokichi asked, sniffling as he wiped away his tears. It proved to be a futile effort as he just started to cry more.

Was this a confession? Was that why he was crying? Was-was this boy, with an attraction to things that “weren’t boring” actually attracted to him? Was it a lie? Could he trust this confession?

“W-what?! I’m not sure I can accept this! You may not even be telling the truth!!” Kiibo said quickly, his face turning bright pink as he did so.Kokichi wrapped his arms around Kiibo’s warm, metal body. While he did mean what he said, Kokichi planned on saying, ‘it’s a lie!’ and putting a fridge magnet of a chihuahua in a small car onto his back.

What Kokichi didn’t account for was Kiibo’s self destruct button being lit at the contact of Kokichi’s chest. He heard beeps and whirs, but just thought it was Kiibo’s response to love. He wasn’t ready for Kiibo worriedly pushing him as far as his little robot arms could possibly muster the power for. He wasn’t ready to look up and see the robot panicking, and crying. He wasn’t ready to hear Kiibo try to say “I love you too” only to be blown to bits and bolts.

As his robot ahoge clanked in front of Kokichi, he held it, looking up at where he stood.

Oh no.

Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no.

He fucked up.

He couldn’t bring Kiibo back from this.

He was gonna get killed.

He didn’t mean to. He didn’t mean to at all.

He was crying real tears now, and he couldn’t seem to stop. He slunk back to his room to hide and rock back and forth, cleaning himself up. He held the robotic ahoge in his hand and immediately heard voices. They were tellin him that Kiibo wouldn’t have hated him for this, and that if anything, Kiibo should prove to be a martyr for their cause. Kokichi gently gripped the ahoge, calming himself. He would be ready.

He heard the body discovery announcement, and walked back in to discover everyone horrified at the mess kiibo’s murderer had left. Nothing incriminating, but enough to wonder how terrible it was to die. How could he have died, leaving black marks on the pavement?!

Kokichi pretended to investigate the murder, but ended up doing some research on who the possible mastermind could be.

He was afraid of dying, but… maybe… maybe he could stop the others from having his same fate.