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dinofelissnow1985 · 2 years ago

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Of Birds and Butterflies

by DinofelisSnow1985

Chapter 3

Red was woken by a knock on the door.

Huh. He didn't remember falling asleep.

The door opened and Blue came in, another Skeleton that almost looked like his twin accompanying him.

The new Skeleton had a blue color palette, just like Blue, yet noticably darker, more like sapphire blue, and his Eye Lights were a plain but soft white.

"RED, THIS IS SANS, MY MATE. HE WOULD LIKE TO CHECK YOU UP TO MAKE SURE YOU ARE OKAY. ARE YOU OKAY WITH THIS?" Blue asked while he put the tray he was carrying on the Bedside Table.

Red shrugged. "Sure, whatever."

Sans came closer and gave Red a lazy but genuinely friendly smile. "Heya Red, i'm Sans, like Blue said. I'd like to CHECK you and then take a closer look at some things about your body, just to let you know. If anything makes you uncomfortable, tell me, okay?"

Red just nodded and shrugged simultanously. He still felt too weak to move too much.

Sans seemed to be aware of that and helped Red to sit up and lean against the Headboard. He pulled a CHECK and studied the information intently. "You're still unsettlingly low on Magic, buddy. Guess we have to pamper you a little. Welp, let's check the other issues. I need you to take off the Shirt."

Red averted his gaze a little sheepish and replied, "i, uh, would need a little help with that."

"If you are okay with it..." Sans inquired and Red nodded without looking at him.

Sans pulled the Shirt over Red's skull and examined certain scars and cracks that littered Red's body.

"You've got some nasty scars here, pal. Some breaks that healed pretty badly. If you wanna hear my opinion..." Sans looked up at Red who again shrugged and nodded. "I would recommend to rebreak those bones and set them correctly. After your Magic is back up, of course."

After that he helped Red to put the Shirt back on and pointed towards the collar around Red's neck. "Would you mind taking that off? I'd like to make sure that everything's alright underneath."

Red huffed bitter. "Wish i could. But Boss sealed it with his Magic. He's the only one who can take it of. And he never did since he put it on me years ago. Fucking asshole."

From Blue came the already familiar 'LANGUAGE' while Sans furrowed his brow in thought. "Welp, that gives us two options. Number One, we ask my bro to give it a shot. He's a Papyrus too, after all. Number Two, we destroy the thing. Tibia honest the tag makes me angry. You're a Monster, not a dog. And you don't seem too fond of it either. But it's your decision and maybe i'm reading the thing wrong."

Red snorted at the pun. "I'd warship ya if ya could rid me o' that damn thing. Would never break a lance for my shithead of a brother. So go on, don't let anything stop ya."

"I DON'T LIKE HOW YOU TALK ABOUT YOUR BROTHER, RED. EXCUSE ME BUT THAT'S NOT VERY NICE."

"Sorry, Blue, but ya dun know Boss. Maybe he was nice and bubbly when we were babybones, but after he got inta th' Guard he became an asshole as big as the CORE. Most o' ma scars're from him. Can't tell which ones 're from other monsters, except the crack over ma missin' tooth. Never got it fixed."

"Let me see," Sans said, took Red's face gently in his hands and took a closer look at the gap where the tooth was missing and the crack that led from there Red's jaw up through the Socket and stopped two inches above his brow.

"Hm. Looks pretty old. I don't think there's much that can be done for the crack. But i'm sure we should be able to get you a replacement for the missing tooth. You'd look really badass with a golden one," he added grinning.

"Ya serious?" Red asked, nervous again about those two being so nice and generous to him. His anxiety reared its ugly head.

"FIRST THINGS FIRST. RED HAS BEEN THROUGH A LOT AFTER ALL. FIRST OF ALL HE NEEDS TO EAT SOMETHING AND REGAIN HIS STRENGTH. HE NEEDS TO REST SOME MORE.

WHEN HE IS BETTER, WE SHOULD GET HIM REGISTERED, I'M POSITIVE THAT TORIEL WILL HELP US WITH THAT.

THEN WE CAN TAKE CARE OF HIS MALFORMED BONES AND GET HIS TOOTH FIXED.

SANS, COULD YOU PLEASE CALL YOUR BROTHER SO HE CAN TRY HIS LUCK WITH RED'S COLLAR?"

Sans nodded. "Heh, i love how you get things planned and organized. You're so cool, Blueberry♡."

That made the bubbly Skeleton sputter and blush bright blue like an Echo Flower.

Red failed to suppress a snort.

Sans snickered and helped Red eat his meal since he still was too weak to do a lot on his own.

Red was a little surprised about himself. Usually he would've been way more defensive and distrustful. He would've hid any insecurity, fear or weakness behind aggression and growling.

But. Here he was, in a place he never had been to, practically at the Mercy of two strangers, even if they're his alternates, and he was perfectly fine with it.

Maybe it was because he was emotional exhausted after everything he went through, and besides, they had been nothing but nice to him and saved his life.

Aside from some humans that didn't like monsters (many humans too hate certain types of other humans but Red couldn't tell the difference, human was human to him) he hadn't witnessed anything like this in his own world, where some monsters would dust you just because, without any reason.

After Red's soup bowl was empty Blue took the tray with the dish and left. Sans still sat on the edge of the bed and pulled out his phone.

He called his bother's number and waited. The call was answered at the second ring.

"SANS? WHAT CAN I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, DO FOR YOU, BROTHER?" rang it loud from the phone.

"Hey bro, thanks for answering so fast, you're the coolest. You remember the new 'me' Blue and i found a week ago?"

"YOU MEAN THE RED ONE? OF COURSE. THE GREAT PAPYRUS NEVER FORGETS ANY ALTERNATE OF HIS BROTHER. HOW IS HE? HOW CAN I HELP?"

"Welp, he finally woke up. Would you mind coming over and try to take off his collar? It's sealed by the Magic of his Papyrus and that other 'you' seems to be not as nice and cool as you."

"OH NO! THAT'S UNACCEPTABLE! OF COURSE I'LL DO ANYTHING IN MY POWER TO HELP MY OTHER BROTHER. I'M ON MY WAY."

"Thanks bro, you're really the coolest. See ya." With that Sans cut the line. He put his phone away and leaned back a little.

"Maybe i should warn you. Paps has a lot in common with Blue. He's pretty excitable and energetic. He's so cool."

Red tried to imagine a Skeleton with the look of his brother, maybe with blunt teeth when he compared himself with his alternates, and the bubbly over the top friendly attitude of Blue.

He...couldn't get it quite together. Sans pulled him from his musings.

"Hey Red? Perhaps It's a little late to ask now but are you okay with being near another Papyrus? After everything you mentioned i figured you might have an issue with someone who resembles your brother getting near you."

Red thought about it for a minute. "Tibia honest i don't find it really humerus of a thought to meet another Papyrus, but you guys seem to get along pretty well so, i'll try to bear with it. I admit 'm nervous and...not really comfortable but i wanna get rid of this shitty collar, so i'll try. No promises i wouldn't freak out, though."

"Don't worry. If you should freak out and try to hurt my bro i can immobilize you with blue Magic. I understand that you might panic, no hard feelings here, right?"

In the background of their conversation they heard the front door being slammed open and shut.

"'Right. No hard feelings. Sounds like a plan."

The next moment they heard loud footsteps on the stairs and then Blue opened the door.

After him followed a tall lanky Skeleton that looked a lot like Edge, except everything was softer and rounder, his teeth were blunt and he had a huge friendly smile on his face instead of a scowl. He wore some kind of Armor that looked homemade and a bright red scarf.

The scarf reminded Red of his own brother but Edge's scarf was a darker, bloody red and it was tattered and battleworn.

If this Papyrus really was like Blue, then he was sure he could get to like him.

Papyrus stepped closer and struck a pose, his scarf billowing in a breeze that wasn't there. "HELLO OTHER BROTHER, I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS. SANS TOLD ME YOU WOULD LIKE MY ASSISTANCE IN TAKING OF YOUR COLLAR, RIGHT?"

"Heh, hey Papyrus sup. 'M Red, ice to meet ya. Ya seem ta be a really cool guy. And yeah, wanna get rid o' that piece o' junk 'round ma neck. Boss just kinda forced it onto me."

"WELL, THAT'S NOT VERY NICE. JUST LEAVE IT TO ME, THE GREAT PAPYRUS. WOULD YOU MIND LEANING FORWARD SO I CAN TAKE A LOOK?"

Red looked at Sans. "Could use a little help here," he admitted.

Sans just smiled lazily and motioned for Blue to help him. They held Red between them in some kind of arkward hug while Papyrus activated his Magic to try the collar.

Despite Papyrus having no LV his Magic appeared to be similar enough to Edge's to work and unseal the collar. They were the same person after all.

Red heaved a deep breath when he felt the pressure of the collar leave.

While he kept holding onto Red, Sans took the opportunity and examined Red's neck vertebrae.

There were lines chafed into the bone that may or may not heal completely, and the bone was rubbed raw where the buckle had been. Everything was tender.

Sans put some healing gel on Red's neck and bandaged it. As soon as he was done and attempted to let go of Red, the weak Skeleton put his arms around him and held him close, hiding his face in Sans' Hoodie.

It took Sans and Blue a moment to realize that Red was overwhelmed with emotions right now and needed a moment to ground and compose himself. They both pulled him into a comforting hug.

He started keening and crying and couldn't stop the flood of bottled up emotions that rolled over him. After a while his sobs and whines were interrupted by stuttering mumbles of 'thank you thank you thank you' and the occasional 'sorry' and sniffles before the sobs started up again.

Red fell asleep after he tuckered himself out and Blue and Sans tucked him in so he could sleep.

Sans, Blue and Papyrus left the room and sat on the Couch in the Living Room to talk.

#undertale #underfell #underswap #sans au #pregnancy #child loss #hurt/comfort

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bluecloudious · 3 years ago

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Kinda angst I guess (but it has Zanaz so take that with a grain of salt)

Trying out writing a story this time.

I mean, yeah, I wrote for the comics, but not long dialog.

So yea, as per both the funni boys mature content warning. (There's no canoodling, there is talk of it tho.)

Also there's quite a bit of text (8 pages worth on Word)

So ye:

“Get up, I have some juicy gossip for you.”

...What?

I open my eyes and the world around me is blinding. It’s so bright that it takes a second to adjust to it. There’s nothing around me other than vast white and empty space.

This definitely isn’t Nevada anymore. (Unless Hank managed to ruin everything even further somehow.)

“Get up now, I know you heard me.”

I get up and look around. Who the hell is talking? There’s literally nothing but white for miles.

“I’m in your head, pretty boy.”

Uh, that…

“I’m holding my eyes closed, don’t worry. I regret ever having them open in here, in fact.”

Welp, that answers that. Now for the other question.

“Who I am is not important. What info I have, may be of interest, though.”

Alright?

“There’s a deal attached to this knowledge, Zanaz. Hear me out before you start fidgeting.”

I’ll sure try.

“You know Kits, right?”

No duh, he’s my best friend.

“Excellent. He’s going to die soon.”

…

What?! Wha, when, how, uh--

“Calm down, jitterbug. There’s nothing you can do to stop his fate, so don’t try. If he doesn’t die one way, another thing will go wrong. Understand?”

I-- NO! What the fuck?! Are you gonna kill him?!

“No, not me. I’m just sharing the news.”

Yeah, right, sure. Fucking… When then?

“Soon.”

How soon? In a month, week or a few days?

“Hm… A month then, give or take.”

...Fuck… How?

“Depends on what leads up to it.”

So, there are a lot of different ways it can happen, right?

“Indeed there are.”

...Do I die with him?

“No.”

NO?! In none of the different variations, I don’t die by his side?

“Oh, you can be by his side, of course. But death isn’t after you.”

What if I try to block a bullet, but it goes through both of us.

“Oddly specific. You’ll still survive.”

What if I block it with my head?!

“Brain damage, possible vegetable state. Will still survive though.”

What if Hank slices us with one of his multiple katanas?!

“People have lived through being sliced in half before.”

WHAT.

“This world has zombie clowns with god like powers and the AAHW is lead by a man consisting of black fire.”

...Ugh, fair enough. So… Wait those are all possible deaths for him?

“If you do everything in your power for it to happen, then yes.”

I… I can kill him before his time?

“Of course! You have free will, don’t you? It’s more of a question if you want to.”

Of course I fucking don’t! I care about him!

“I saw. You daydream about him an uncomfortable amount.”

He’s the main person I’m around, give me a break!

“Have you ever considered not being horny?”

Until I’m castrated, there’ll be nothing of the sorts.

“You’re not even fertile! None of the clones are!”

You think I’m tryna get anyone pregnant at this sausage fest? Besides, that has not stopped me before.

“I refuse to believe that any of those scenes I saw play out in your head happened for real.”

You’d be surprised then.

“WHICH?!?”

Those are for me to treasure.

“...You’re pulling my leg.”

Believe what you want.

“Augh, never mind, TMI. Back onto the topic at hand.”

Oh, yeah, right. Kit… Dying…

Could you for real not give me a date?

“If it depends on the circumstances beforehand, then there’s no possible way to tell which one belongs to this timeline.”

And that means…?

“I don’t know how this Kits dies.”

Can I at least warn him?

“Well, there’s where the other side of the deal comes in. If you tell him, then the effect kicks in immediately.”

What effect? Death?

“Precisely.”

...Ah. Wait, so if I don’t tell him, he dies in a month but if I do, he dies immediately? Of what?

“Stroke, heart attack or brain aneurysm. Chosen at random. Oh, also sneak assassination. That’s also a valid option.”

...This feels set up.

“Mh?”

This feels like either you or whoever sent you here set this up so I’d suffer. You enjoy the pain of others, don’t you?

“I’m only the messen--”

Yeah, yeah, Messenger Bullshit. Then whoever decided this is probably a reality tv producer, who is jacking off to someone pushing in the soft part of a baby’s skull as we speak. You encourage such behaviour by working with them, ya know.

“...Do you think you sound smart?”

I know for a fact I’m not, so no. I’m pretty sure I’m on the money with this one though.

“If I wasn’t here then Kits’ death would come as a surprise to you though!”

I’d prefer that, actually! Now I have to deal with knowing that he… He… Won’t be here anymore soon.

“Well, knowing how overwhelmingly perverted you are, wouldn’t you wanna grab this opportunity?”

...What?

“Shoot your shot, ask him out. Not like you could do it with a corpse… …Right…?”

I may be horny, but I’m not messed up.

“Had to make sure.”

Ugh, you’re just making fun of me, aren’t you?

“Which instance are you referring to?”

Kit would never date me.

“And why exactly do you think that?”

He has standards?

“You’re a decently handsome fellow. You also get along with him just fine.”

That… That’s not a determinant of shit like that. There’s way better out there for him.

“He won’t meet em then. Only a month to live, remember?”

I… It’s not worth it.

“What isn’t?”

I know he’ll say no, there’s no point in trying.

“How do you know for sure until you actually ask?”

Cause it’s obvious! He’s actually got a brain in his noggin and he knows me way too well! He’d be fucking disgusted, man! We’re just friends and that’s that.

“Do you not want to then?”

...Why do you assume I do? How do you know that those aren’t just blissful fantasies like the rest of them?

“He’s the only one that you dream of in a non-perverted way. I see no other person in this graphic landscape that you want to hold hands with. (Also, I am closing my eyes again now, Jebus Christoff.)”

...Ffffuck.

“Well, did hit the nail on the head?”

Y-You’re stupid and gay!

“I’m rubber, you’re glue.”

That doesn’t affect me, I’m already openly gay and stupid!

“I guess we’re both such then.”

Dammit.

“So, you gonna give him a month to remember or not?”

…Eh?

“Come on, how much romance could a member of the A.A.H.W. really experience throughout their lifetime? If you’d make this month worth his and your own time, perhaps it would be less painful to see him go? At least he died happy?”

THAT WOULD BE EXTRA PAINFUL FOR ME, THOUGH!

“Oop, Zanaz selfish, you heard it here first, folks.”

That’s not what I meant. I’d already be upset over losing my best friend, imagine how fucking devastating losing a sweetheart would be.

“…I dunno, still sounds selfish to me. Does his happiness not mean anything to you?”

Who says he’d be happy with me?

“I know you want to make him happy, at least. You dream about his smile.”

STOP FUCKING LOOKING THOUGH MY THOUGHTS!!

“I’m not looking anymore, I just memorized the ones I already saw. (I wish I couldn’t.)”

I- You- Fucking-- UggHHH! It’s not worth it!

“What exactly do you imagine will happen if you tell him how you feel, huh? World combusts?”

I already told you, he already knows way too much about me! He’d be fucking grossed out and we’ll… We’ll stop being friends.

He’d quicken his pace whenever we’d have to pass each other in one of the halls. He’d desperately keep his glance away from me. He’d… I’d stop being the main person he talks and comes to company for a-and I can’t fucking have that, man!

I-I wouldn’t be able to handle it. He means too much to me.

“…I had no idea you were this insecure.”

FUCK OFF! It’s a bitter reality that I’ve come to accept!

“You haven’t even given it a shot!”

You don’t need to get crushed by a piano to know you’d die on impact!

“Those two things don’t correlate even remotely!”

It’s a metaphor!

“I know that, I’m saying that Kits has a thing for you too!”

…He what?

“He has major league crush on you! The things you say when play-flirting excite him! He’s gotten off to the thought of you touching him up! The works! (Why did I word it like that?)”

Whuh-- How the fuck do you know this??

“While you were monologuing, I visited his subconscious and confirmed it for myself.”

You can do that??

“You don’t even know my name.”

...Fair nuff. So, wait, he’s actually gotten off thinking about me?

“I don’t even need to open my eyes to already know you’re imagining it. Short answer, yes. He’s into you, Zanaz.”

Augh, I dunno what to do with this info. It’s kinda... Overwhelming in a way.

Actually, wait, how do I know you haven’t been lying to me this whole time?

“I’m an incorporeal voice in your head that’s having a back and forth with you in a white void.”

Yeah, and?

“…I’m supernatural?”

Yeah, and?

“Come on! I just know, okay?!”

Sounds fake, not gonna lie.

“The part where I knew that Kits was gonna die was convincing, but the moment I mention that he might have a thing for you, you question the validity of my claims thus far??”

One sounds way more far-fetched than the other, you gotta admit.

“NO IT DOESN’T?!?!”

For you maybe! I’ve known him since I’ve been out the cloning tube! We became agents together! I think I’d know what kinda stuff is off the table for him, buddy.

“Well, not only are you wrong, you’re in denial.”

I am not!

“Then try it! Just attempt asking him out! In the very least, you’ll remain friends after. I promise you. Cross my heart and all that jazz.”

…

…You’re absolutely positive? You are also the person that told me he’d die in a month’s time.

“A hundred percent positive. I have never been more sure of anything in my life.”

You have a life?

“Unfortunately. So, you’ll do it?”

Why’re you so adamant about me fucking Kits?

“Affgdgfdgfg, it’s not about you fucking him, it’s you making his last living month worthwhile!”

Okay, so, why do you want me to do that?

“…Do you not??”

I mean, I guess that sounds worth my time. But you didn’t answer my question.

“Sorry for assuming that you want the person you’re madly in love with to be happy, I guess??”

Apology accepted. Now, how do I get outta here?

“Ugh, just wake up.”

Whu--

And I’m sitting up in my own mat, back at the facility. The clock shows that it’s early morning.

What the fuck do I make of what I just saw? Or heard, for that matter? It clearly wasn’t a normal dream, I never remember those. Plus the topic tends to blur together usually.

I gotta tell-- Wait, I can’t do that, fuck.

…

It’s way to early for shit like this, man!!

Augh…

#It's got pictures <:)#OC #Madness combat #I took my time with this one and like how it came out #Augh I had to even edit the text and shit on Tumblr...#I be like *gives Zanaz even more personality*#KitZan

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oxnardsart · 3 years ago

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New Boxer Beat Chapter’s out! boxer-beats.com

Boxer Beats was almost at the finale, again. Foxie and Lesbuni sat together, despite the larger crowd and tight seating, Lesbuni always made sure there was room for Foxie and her guard. However, the bunny could tell Foxie wasn’t feeling her best. “I’m sorry about the other day... are you still upset?” Foxie watched the show, looking empty. “It’s not a big deal. There’s just a lot going on right now.” Lesbuni hugged her arms around her girlfriend, “Well I’m here to make it better!” After a few more fights, it was Foxie’s turn. “Are you... dressing up for this match too?” Lesbuni wondered, “I-It’s fine, whatever you want to do...” Foxie smiled, she was glad to see Lesbuni knew not to control her, and to try accepting her instead! Like anyone else, Foxie just wanted to be herself. Or, in this case, someone else. ...But it still counts as being herself! Right? Foxie got dressed into her Anomaly outfit, and already she felt so much happier! The hamster announcered, “Laaaaaadies and women, girls too - welcome to one of the last fights of the nights!” The gals in the audience cheered in excitement. “And all you guys out there...” The men in the audience looked up, Oxnard smiled and casually said or asked, “Sup?” The guys mumbled in response, also casually. “And to all my not-guy and not-girl pals in the audience...” “Are you just going to group us all in one category?” A chameleon under the booth yelled out in response. “Nope!” Oxnard huffed, “I’m going to read out each type I have listed here and give everyone a semi-interesting starter. And then when I’m done, I’ll listen to whoever tells me that I forgot to include someone.” “Anomaly, you can start the fight while I read all these.” Oxnard waved his wrist at him to start.

“Good luck, Anomaly.” Don Badge waved from the audience, his big red nose pointing in the air, and a great big smile shining underneath. “You’re Don’s favorite.” “Awww...” Anomaly sighed, he loved having fans! “Why don’t you come see me after the show sometime, little buddy?” Anomaly winked in Don’s direction. “Um. Hey!” From the other side of the audience, Lesbuni growled. “What? I know you don’t wanna see me after the show... but I’ll show you inside of me after~” The audience got a good laugh out of that, it sounded dirty! But that was Anomaly saying he’d be back to Foxie after... right? “Don wants. To see you. Always,” the badger rang back. “You stop that!” Lesbuni yelled, “I’ll come over there and beat you so bad, I’ll wind up in jail too!” “Hey guys, come on, there’s enough split personality here for everybody’s body.” Anomaly awkwardly grinned, “I’m supposed to be the one fighting up here, not the audience!” “Oxnard’s taking too long!” A chameleon in the audience spoke up again. “The audience isn’t being patient!” Oxnard yelled back. “Don’s hitting on my girlfriend!” Lesbuni cried and started climbing over seats. “Don has. The fox hots.” It was chaos. Everyone was fighting, and Anomaly was still without a fight of their own on stage! But finally, the lights dimmed and focused on the entrance, where a chubby, round figure stood unwillingly. “WELP. THEY FOUND ME. GUESS I GOTTA FIGHT.” It was Anger Mouse! It looked like the mouse didn’t want to fight, the Do-Gooder following him kept patting his back, nudging him up on stage, “You can quit the fight if you don’t want to do it.” “WHO SAID I DON’T WANNA FIGHT?” Anger Mouse yelled up in response. “Then why were you hidin-” “I WASN’T HIDING. LET’S FIGHT, ANATOMY.” The fat purple rat hopped into the boxing ring. Anatomy, er, Anomaly, raised an eyebrow. Did this mouse really want to fight? “ALRIGHT. IT’S BOXING TIME.” Anger Mouse announced, “WE’RE DOING DODGEBALL.” Suddenly, a bunch of bouncing rubber balls fell from the ceiling, most bounced out of the ring right after landing in there. “GAH! GOSH DARN IT. Stupid balls.” Anger Mouse complained. “YUP, WELL, y’know the rules, don’t ya?” He whispered to Anomaly, looking sincere, “You just gotta hit me with balls to win the match. COUGH COUGH. AHEM. SO LET’S FIGHT, WITH OUR BALLS.” The audience all stopped fighting, they wanted to watch this! Anomaly picked up a dodgeball, “Um, is the referee going to come out and tell us to start? Or... do we just start?” Oxnard announced over the speakers, “Aro’s in the bathroom. Just fight!” Somewhere out there, Aro the referee was quite embarrassed, hearing the speakers from the announcer echo into the restroom. No one needed to know that! Anomaly shrugged, eyeing Anger Mouse to make sure he was ready, and threw! ...But he missed. Anger Mouse waited for Anomaly to find another ball and throw it, but he missed again. “HEY, COME ON, AIM A LITTLE.” The fat rat picked up a ball! And then he, he... rolled it to Anomaly? “TRY AGAIN.” The fox threw again, but it went right over Anger’s head. “WHAT’S THE DEAL? YOU CAN’T THROW?” “You’re too short!” “WHAT!?” Anomaly picked up a ball outside the ring, and came back in only to... roll it over to Anger Mouse. “If you’re so good at throwing, prove it.” Anger Mouse confidently picked up the ball, leaned back to throw, aaaand... dropped it. “HA! YOU CAN’T trick me THAT easily...” his voice started to crack and squeak. At this rate, no one was going to get the other out. “Come on F- uh, I mean, Anomaly!” Lesbuni cheered, “You went to pie school, or whatever. You should know how to throw balls!” “Throwing pies and throwing balls are very different, they’re totally different shapes!” Anomaly panicked, things weren’t looking good. “It’s complicated, you wouldn’t understand!” “TRY USING BOTH HANDS,” Anger Mouse screamed. Anomaly couldn’t handle so many people yelling at him. This wasn’t as fun as his first performance. “Wait... a performance!” Anomaly grinned, anything was more fun as a show. The fox dashed around the ring, collecting balls all for himself. “Watch this, Angry Pants!” Anomaly started juggling three big dodgeballs in his hands, the audience was mildly curious. But then the fox started walking forward, right onto a dodgeball! But Anomaly didn’t slip - he stood on top of that ball as he juggled the others in his paws. He then raised a leg, balancing on one foot! “Hey Anger, keep an eye on these balls for me.” “YOU’RE MISSING A PAIR,” he grumbled as he peeked under the fox’s tutu. “Hey, it’s a costume! Don’t judge me there.” Anomaly giggled, and suddenly lost their balance. “Oh fudge!” “GAH!” As Anomaly landed on his back, the dodgeball under his foot shot forward, right at Anger Mouse! It punted the little guy right off stage - flipping over the ropes and landing on the ground outside the ring. “Anger Mouse is outta the house!” Oxnard exclaimed, “Anomaly, watch out!” The fox on his back looked up, the three balls they were juggling were falling right towards him! “Those balls are coming down on him hard!” “I wish I was in his boots right now.” “Happens to me all the time! What’s the big deal?” With the audience’s eyes all on those balls, Anomaly timed his kicks to knock the first two away. The third was on its way, but the fox reached up and caught it in both his paws. He was safe! “Whew! He did it folks,” Oxnard yelped over the speakers. “That was almost a draw, but Anomaly is goin’ to the finals! That performance was quite a kick in the balls, fella. Watch it next time.” The audience cheered, and Anomaly hopped around happily. He did it! “You’re amazing, Anomaly.” Don cheered from one side. “You’re gonna win it all, Foxie!” Lesbuni squeaked from the other. Anomaly was happy, but hearing Foxie’s name brought him back to reality. It was back to being Foxie with the show over. She wished these moments lasted longer. Foxie was left wondering one more thing about the fight... “HEY!” As Foxie went back to her guard in the hallway, Anger Mouse chased behind her, “WAIT.” The short mouse took her hand as they went through the exit. “Um, what’s up?” Foxie asked the little guy. “YOU’RE GOING TO THE FINALE.” Well, that was obvious. “Yeah... I mean, I won the fight... so, that makes sense.” Foxie nodded. “I DIDN’T try to win.” Anger Mouse grumbled, looking down at the floor. “You didn’t? Haha, I didn’t even realize it... you gave me a lot of chances to hit you, huh?” Foxie thought. “And you almost didn’t show up at all!” “I WAS HIDING. I WAS GONNA GIVE YOU THE MATCH.” Anger Mouse sighed, “I didn’t want everyone to watch me lose. But...” Anger Mouse rubbed his face, was he sad? What was going on? Foxie pat his head gently, she almost forgot, this loud little guy was just a little kid. “What’s wrong?” Foxie leaned down to ask. “DON IS MY FRIEND. I GUESS. SO... Y-YOU GUYS... GET TO BE IN THE FINALS TOGETHER.” Anger Mouse sniffed, “HE WANTED TO SPEND THIS WHOLE COMPETITION WITH YOU. THAT’S THE REASON WHY HE JOINED. THAT, and I asked him. I thought we would be on a team...” Anger Mouse lost on purpose, so that Don and Foxie could be together in the finale? “Oh, Anger... you didn’t have to do that.” Foxie smiled sympathetically. “HE’S GONNA FORGET ALL ABOUT ME.” Anger Mouse shrieked with a high-pitched scream, “HE WANTS TO BE FRIENDS WITH YOU INSTEAD. DON’S THE ONLY ONE THAT CARES ABOUT ME. I’LL BE FORGOTTEN BY EVERYBODY.” “Anger, no... that wouldn’t happen.” Foxie rubbed his back, looking at either of their guards to step in... but no such luck. She felt like she was playing mommy. “If Don and I become friends, we can all be friends together!” “Y-YOU’LL join us?” Anger asked, sounding hopeful. Were Anger and Don in a club? Well, whatever made him happy again. Er, wait, was Anger Mouse ever happy? “Sure, I’ll join you guys. We’re all boxing prisoners here.” Anger Mouse squeaked and grinned wide, clapping his gloves together. “Heeee!” You know, when he wasn’t being an angry brat, this rat was kind of cute. “THANKS LADY.” Anger Mouse went towards to his guard and reached for his hand, “GOOD LUCK WITH DON. KICK HIS BUTT!” The chubby mouse chuckled and walked off into the hallway. Was Foxie supposed to beat Don? Or... if he was a fan, maybe it was his dream to be on stage with Foxie in the finale? Foxie felt happier as she left for the night, “For a pair of bad guys, Don and Anger Mouse sure are sweet.”

#boxer beats #anomaly #foxie #lesbuni #don badge #anger mouse #furry #story

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salamanderdr · 4 years ago

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Lost Family in a Mad Town

My ‘Town That Went Mad’ one-shot

By @salamanderdr

tw: death/child death/trauma

Featuring: c!Karl, c!Dream, c!Corpse, and Robin

Authors note: Also I am in no way a writer so sorry for any typos. I’ve never actually written a fanfiction so the only place I can put it is here. I wrote this because I couldn’t get the idea out of my head and I had to get it down. Karl and the others did such a good job on the stream. I literally wrote this in one sitting, I hope ya’ll like it qwq.

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Karl had been having these dreams for a while now. It didn’t seem like anything special. To him, they were just interesting stories to tell his friends. These stories are what he became known for, and he enjoyed the attention. What made the dreams so special is that most of them involved Karl’s friends getting into unusual shenanigans, which inspired most of the young men’s hangouts. However, one dream, in particular, caused Karl to reconsider if there was more to them.

~Once asleep, Karl finds himself in a rather interesting dream. In the middle of a small village, Karl stands next to the town’s water fountain. The setting is more rustic than he is used to, and his bright multicolored hoody stands out among the bustling villagers. Despite his appearance, the quaint villagers paid him no attention. Concerned, Karl realizes that he can't interact with the townspeople. Unsure of what to do with himself, Karl spots a familiar neon green hood. Karl walks up to the figure and lays his hand on their shoulder, whispering, “Dream... is that you?” The brightly clothed man whips around, shock in his voice, “H-how… who are you?” Karl tilts his head, “It’s me Dream, Karl. Don’t you remember me?” Dream put his head in his hands, “I-I… Karl? Y-yes.. I re”. Suddenly a deep voice pulls both men’s attention away, “Cornelius! You still waiting for us?” Karl looks behind Dream to see a pale man with cat ears and tail, holding the hand of a sweet-looking boy with a hat full of lovely wildflowers. Karl’s heart became warm, something seems familiar about the boy, like if he could be an old friend. Karl speaks again, “Dream, who are they? Did he call you Cornelius? Jeez, what the honk is going on?” Dream quickly turns to Karl, “I’ll explain it later. Just go on, I’ll find you.” Karl shakes his head “Oh, it’s fine I don't think they can see me.” Dream sighs, “fine, just stay quiet for a bit so I can focus.”

Dream walks over to the two who patiently wait for him “Sorry Corpse, I got sidetracked.” He gently offers his arm to Corpse. Still holding the boy’s hand, Corpse hooks his arm with Dreams. Dream smiles towards the boy, “Y’all didn’t miss me too much, did ya, Robin?” Robin giggles, “If anything, we’re better off without you.” The three laugh as they walk down the path as Karl follows close behind, also laughing to himself.

As the day ends and the night comes, Karl finds himself sitting beside Dream outside his little cottage. Slowly rocking in his chair, Dream speaks, “ I started remembering a little more, not much but enough to kinda understand what’s going on.” He looks at Karl, “I know you later down the line, don’t I?” Karl nods, “Yeah… so this really happened? You had a little family Dream?” he smiles. Dream frowns, “I did, a very long, long, long, long time ago,” he sighs, “this happened like hundreds of years ago, Karl, and you weren’t here. I guess those dreams you have are actually real things that happen.” Karl scratches his head, “I guess I’m learning new things about myself every day, haha. Hey, why don’t you tell me about them… if you want”. Dream looks longingly through the window where Corpse and Robin sleep, “ I found them. I was just planning to mess with the village for a bit, but then I got attached”. Karl's smile grows wider at this, knowing how Dream can be despite his usual dark intentions “and?” Continuing, “I found a boy and his blind friend, and I decided to play house… t-that’s it…” sweat starts to pour from Dream’s forehead “I lo-lost them, and it’s my fault.” Karl's face drops “W-what?”

Suddenly the dream changes and Karl faces a gruesome scene. Dream is on the ground, blood flowing from a deep wound in his chest, being held by Corpse, who is crying. Karl falls towards Dream, shaking him, “Dream! Dream! What’s happening? Who did this?” Dream splutters, unable to speak. Corpse cries for help, “Please someone! R-Robin, go get help!”. Not noticing him till now, Karl watches as Robin flees into the night in search of someone to help his dying adopted father. Corpse turns back to Dream, his voice shaking, “It’s gonna be okay Cornelius, Robin’s getting help.” In Corpse’s arms, Dream lifts his hand to Corpse’s face and wipes the tears from his sightless eyes, “Sorry, Corpse.” Karl watches helplessly as Dream takes his final breath, shocked about how tragic things have become. Karl stumbles to his feet and runs into the forest.

After several minutes, Karl leans against a tree, gasping for air. A voice suddenly speaks up, “Tragic, huh?” Karl jumps at the voice with a welp. He searches the empty trees to see Dream in his bright outfit, and this time, his disturbing clay mask with the eerie smile. Karl catches his breath and stutters, “W-wait, you died?” Dream moves closer, sitting in front of Karl, the morning sun reflecting off the mask, “Oh come on. You really think it's that easy for someone to get rid of me?” Karl shakes his head, “Of c-course not. It’s just, it was so convincing, it scared me. I’ve never seen you like that… What’s happening, what happened to you? What happened to Corpse and Robin?”, concern and millions of questions fill Karl’s head. Dream rolled his hidden eyes, “I guess I’ll be honest with you… it won’t really change anything. Well, you know I’ve been around for a while, and of course, you know I’m hard to kill. Those idiots didn’t know that though.”, he turned his head away “Karl, I bring chaos wherever I go, and I knew whatever that was wasn’t gonna last long, but I ignored it.” Seeing the Dream he was familiar with sitting in front of him, the one who terrorizes many of his friends in the present, his voice hardens, “Yeah, that’s for sure. So you left them thinking you were dead. That’s cruel. Even for you. They cared about you, Dream.” Dream looks back to Karl, “Well, it was a different time I couldn’t just reveal myself. The ones that ‘killed’ me already saw I would only bring trouble, but they didn’t realize it all started when they decided to take a man’s life. It only fanned the flames of chaos. Hahaha, if I did reveal what I am, I’d be in real trouble. Then I would have hurt Corpse and Robin.”, he looked towards the ground. Karl narrowed his eyes, “You didn’t want them to know you’re actually a monster.” Dream didn’t respond. Then in the distance, a bell rings.

Karl and Dream appear in the middle of the village to see the villagers in utter disarray. Dream speaks, “The Dream you spoke to was able to remember you only a little bit. When I was 'killed' I was able to show up. He should be watching right now. Heh, I guess I showed up so I could finish the story for him”. Karl looks at Dream, “so what is that story?” Dream looked at the crowd of angry townspeople, “Just watch for now.” Karl turns his attention to the mob. The people are angrily fighting about who killed the man known as The Wise Cornelius, paying no attention to the poor blind man and his adopted son, who were the real victims. As Karl watches, he begins to understand Dream’s role in the village. Yes, he was part of the family made up of a blind cat boy and a tragically orphaned child, but he also brought a lot of new knowledge to the villagers. His brilliance also seems to be what made him a target for the murderers’ Dream mentioned. To Karl, at least, the killers just didn’t understand Dream’s ideas and saw it as some sort of sin against God, knowledge, only meant to drag them all to hell.

Karl is snapped out of his thoughts to see two villagers dragging Corpse toward a prison, “W-wait! Dream what’s happening? What’re they doing to Corpse''. Dream didn’t speak. Robin’s cries rose above the crowd as he ran toward Corpse “Please don’t! It can’t be Corpse!! We’re all family, He would never hurt Cornelius!” Grabbing the arm of the villager, Robin is pushed to the ground “shut up kid! It couldn't be anyone else but him”. Corpse calls out to Robin as the other villager pushes him into the cell, “It’ll be okay, bud. It’s ok.” Tears running down his face, Robin grabs the bars of the cell as the villagers lock it, “Corpse, I can’t lose you too! You’re like a father to me!” Corpse places his hands on Robin’s “I-I know b-buddy.” Robin’s cries echoes throughout the village prison grounds, “P-please don’t go! I need you!”. Karl couldn’t help himself and began to cry too. Dream places his hand on Karl’s shoulder “They didn’t like how chummy I was with them, they framed Corpse because they believed I had already corrupted him” his grip became tighter, making Karl wince “they targeted my family Karl and I didn’t do a thing about it!”

The whole village, along with Karl and Dream, watched as the friendly local cat boy dropped into a lava trap, dying instantly. Robin fell to the ground, broken, weeping uncontrollably. No one comforted him. Dream speaks once more, “Robin was an orphan. His mother disappeared when he was very young. His father died in a war. He was so strong, and he was able to make his own family, but he lost that too. A child can only take so much really”, his voice grows cold when he says this. Karl nervously glances at Dream.

It was suddenly night, and Karl stiffened as a blood-curdling scream came from one of the cottages. From the dark, Dream sighs, “Another innocent life lost.” Karl stutters, “H-how long do they keep this up?” Tired, Dream answers, “Till there is no one left. They let their paranoia corrupt them. The feeling they had about me doesn’t leave, so they turn to just taking everyone else to hell with them”. A shiver runs down Karl’s spine. Dream voice is ice “They kill and kill and kill because they are too stupid to realize they are the evil they fear! Now that they have started this whole mess, they can’t stop”. Nervously, Karl whispers, “You really to cause people to go mad…”. Ignoring the comment, Dream asks, “And do you know who they blame all these deaths on?” Karl’s vision changes and his eyes widen in horror at the person in the prison cell. “A poor, innocent, orphan boy.” Karl looks directly into Robin’s eye, but the boy isn’t looking at him. He is looking at a figure behind Karl. Karl turns to find the ghostly figure of Corpse. The spirit walks through Karl, speaking to Robin and placing his hands on the doomed boy’s head, “Straight to hell buddy.” Just like that, Robin is gone.

Karl jumps awake, his bed soaked with sweat, fear being the only thing he feels. He cries for a long time. After a while, there is a knock at the door, and wiping his face, Karl opens the door. He finds Dream in his doorway, “Well, that was a weird dream, wasn’t it, Karl?” Dream lets himself in. Karl's eyes follow Dream, “W-was that real?”, Dreams sits down on Karl’s bed “Yes, that was real. Now you know one thing that happened in my past... that I caused”. Concerned, Karl asks, “Jesus Dream, there’s more?!” Dream lets out an unsettling laugh “Hahaha, of course, Karl! You don’t even know a quarter of the chaos I’ve caused, the villages and countries I’ve destroyed by just existing!”. Karl backs up, “so you let that happen? To your family, Dream?” Dream leaned back on his elbows, “Don’t worry too much about Robin… Did he seem familiar to you Karl?” he nodded, and Dream continued, “That’s because he came back as Tubbo. He got another chance at life. Pffft, not like it’s any better really! Don’t know about Corpse though, bet he’s still in hell”. Shocked, Karl angrily speaks over Dream, “How can you say that? Do you not care about them anymore, Dream?”. Though Dream’s mask was covering his face, Karl can tell Dream is grimacing, “Corpse, Robin died ages ago. I could care less now”. Horrified, Karl truly realized the monster he let into his house and into his life.

Karl didn’t sleep again for a while.

#dream smp #talesfromthesmp #dreamwastaken #karl jacobs #corpse #corpse husband #tubbo #mcyt

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quirklessidiot · 4 years ago

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aoba johsai’s sport’s journalist (h/c’s)

just crack+ fluff + platonic-ish relationship (gn!y/n) (w: language!) a/n: this has been bugging me for awhile now since i havent seen headcanons of this yet (if their are do send them on my ask box) and since im on a slump, i decided to write this down. this is completely fun, easy-going, and self-indulgent, really perfect for someone stuck on a slump ksks. idk if i should make some for the other schools but oh welp enjoy! happy 900 btw werkwerk uwu so weird to reach this when im not even very active.

Now let’s be honest here, it’s no surprise that the volleyball team of aoba johsai has their own sports journalist. Like, c’mon, they’re one of the best in the prefecture.

But let’s start with the basics here, shall we? Let’s start with you, how this all goes through, and how you got into this heaping pile of mess.

Yep, you.

There you were in high hopes to get into journalism for college so what better way was it than to apply for the school paper? It would definitely look good and pretty in those college applications *chef’s kiss* you’re a second year btw idk if that matters but yeah..

Much to your surprise no one was applying for the news section which was kind of sad since you wanted a buddy there.

but-but it turns out though everyone was applying for the sports section completely understandable, next to feature, it was the most exciting thing to write because there was going to be a special section and writer for the volleyball team.

You knew that volleyball was kind of a big thing around your school?? you just didn’t expect it to amass like that much people.

The editor in chief is obviously surprised, you were the first person on that day to come in there and actually apply for something else.

and guess where that led you to?

Yep, the sport’s section, specifically the volleyball team’s personal sports journalist. Your brain goes brrt brrt because you were not a sports writer at all and you were, ironically, scared of ball games.

VOLLEYBALL WAS COMPLETELY NEW TERRITORY FOR YOU.

Your editor in chief laughs it off and says, “you’ll do fine… its like news bUT SPORTS! IT’LL DEFINITELY LOOK GOOD IN YOUR APPLICATIONS!”

You’re not sure if you should be terrified or terrified?

It doesn’t help that on the first day when you enter the gym you look terribly constipated and panicking a lot because of all the stray balls being spiked and tossed around.

It also didn’t help that you crash course the terminologies and the member’s name a night before and you were just running on iced coffee that day.

Yeah, way to make a first impression, huh?

When you approach the coach, you’re not exactly sure what to say and you were this close to chickening out until you saw one of the players come up to you and ask if you were alright and if you wanted to talk to oikawa.

you’re loading for a second there.

and the poor guy who asks you if you were alright, starts looking actually worried because you weren’t responding at all.

“OH, oH IS THAT THE CAPTAIN?”

the guy literally looks very confused?? because what kind of rock were you living under that you didn’t know Oikawa???

so you go ahead and introduce yourself and say that your name was Y/N and you were the new sports journalist for the team.

“....soooo you write?”

“...”

at this point on, you’re also confused too

and idk man, first impressions do indeed last because you ended up (unknowingly) sharing the same brain cell with Matsukawa Issei.

you both were just confused there, straight up looking like two kids who got left behind by their mom in the grocery check-out line.

anyways...

He tells you the team’s pretty chill and you should stop looking like they spiked a ball on your puppy or something.

Basically introduces you to the whole team after,

no questions asked, just go with the flow.

You basically just click and vibe???

Not only because you crash coursed and related to whatever they said,

you literally all shared the same brain cell together.

Kentaro was another story though, kid basically hated your guts at first, it felt like if you were to say one sentence to him that day, he’d literally spike a ball at your direction.

“we’re basically the same year tho :(” -Y/N

“lmao well do i’ve got news for you, y/n-chan.” - Oikawa and basically everyone on the team.

you gradually start to understand the coolness of the sport since you had to incorporate visiting them once or twice a week during practice.

but suddenly it becomes almost a daily routine after a month because they’re just really friendly people??

like wow, they’re all friendly giants.

You’re literally just there to write about them but they’re really patient and kind, they even invite you to practice games so that you could practice out your skills in writing since you mentioned that you’ve never written for sports yet.

they even give you some added key terms that aren’t found in books and online.

you’re def closest to iwaizumi and matsukawa.

iwaizumi because he makes really funny fish jokes about oikawa (yes you arent supposed to be laughing but man theyre funny af, oikawa would usually call you and iwa corny because the jokes aren’t even that funny) and yes its canon that whenever iwaizumi sees an oikawa fish in textbooks, he starts laughing and joking about it.

no explanation needed why you ended up being close to matsukawa.

its obvious after that first meeting ya both would be besties.

same brain cell bros go brrt brrt.

incredibly!! supportive!! I CANNOT STRESS THAT ENOUGH

like when you release a new write up about them, Oikawa would usually go, “It’s such an honor to be apart of your first steps, can you sign this?”

dramatic but hella supportive, we stan the gr8 king

“oh, wow, i thought you said you didn’t write before? how come you sound like a professional already?” - Hanamaki

another dramatic best boi.

akira + kindaichi getting shy because they’ve never experienced this yet. So whenever you try to interview them about stats or something for a special issue, they usually end up a stuttering mess

“w-well, L/N-san...”

kentaro slowly warming up to you but still looks like he wants to spike a volleyball at your face 90% of the time but unlike before you’re used to his whole thing already.

“Move, extra.”

“You were great, by the way. That was a powerful spike!”

you may or may not be included in random ramen nights with the team

yes, oikawa buys you your own bowl of ramen

itadakimasu.

he doesn’t mind tho, he really loves how you write them.

so its sort of a thank you for giving the team justice when you write about them.

team says you’re technically part of the team so they make you your own jersey. Now when you watch your games people ask if you’re like the manager or smthng.

“ no :’) “

When they lost against shiratorizawa and karasuno, you were bawling too like you were apart of the team.

this pretty much cheered everyone up despite the loss because your crying face was apparently very funny and memable.

oh right, your article was passed on to the town’s newspaper

it was literally like 7 am on a saturday and your notifs went zoop.

they added you to their group chat and spammed you with pictures of the articles that you wrote.

“...wOW I CAN’T BELIEVE IT?? YOU GOT FRONT PAGE FOR SPORTS???” -Oikawa

“we didn’t even win the tournament but we still get a feature?? thats so cool?? holy shit?? CONGRATS KSKSKS” -matsukawa

lmao idk matsukawa looks like a keyboard smasher tbh idk why

pretty much its normal for you to even start hanging out already outside of the court and after practice to get steam buns.

more chaotic mess and clumsy you running around.

your volleyball sports writing experience wouldn’t be complete until someone accidentally spikes a ball at the back of your head amaright?

ironically, it’s yahaba who does that to you. poor smoll bean.

“wow, you’re dumb.” -kentaro says to you

“ :’)” -you.

“y/N-SAN I SWEAR IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.” -yahaba

overall, you found yourself in a safe haven with the volleyball team and yes, you also cried when the third years graduated.

the third years have a picture with everyone on the team + you with a very red face from all the crying?? once again, you’ve proven yourself to be a meme.

continued to write for them up until graduation.

and its def obvious you kept in touch with all of them after, duh.

#haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu aoba johsai #haikyuu scenarios #aoba johsai x reader #haikyu headcanons #haikyu scenarios

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waokevale · 5 years ago

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Porcelain Face - Chapter 7

Both of the boys came running into the class, saying:

-"WE'RE VERY SORRY LO- MR.BERRY, WE OVERSLEPT-" They both yelled in unison until they noticed what was going on.

They didn't missed the lesson but there was something else that caught their attention.

Mostly Ethan's as Virgil looked down, covering his masked face.

There was a new student in class.

Apparently he was already after the introduction part and didn't look so sure about repeating himself just because someone was late.

-"Well...this is awkward." - The new kid said as Logan sighed and just told the late two to sit down.

The new kid looked rather...Interesting?

But more than that he looked like he belonged with the popular kids which didn't make things any better.

He had black, cropped leather jacket, orange shirt, ripped tight jeans, fingerless gloves and...A pair of sunglasses on his face?

That was a pretty strange look for spring but no one commented on that.

He looked pretty confident and that was usually never a good sign.

When Ethan first introduced himself he was pretty flustered and shy but this new kid though had this weird indescriptible vibe.

It even seemed like he was eyeing Virgil which made the porcelain boy glare at the new kid in suspicion.

As they both sat down the kid was already talking about himself though neither of the two boys really listened.

The part that they actually heard was just:

-"Aaand there's nothing left for ya'll to know about me. Can I finally sit down teach'?

Logan then nodded also clearly not understanding half of the things the boy just said.

After the rest of lesson ended,

All of the students were now all heading out of the class.

Virgil finally looked up as he got out of the class with Ethan.

Now the new guy was pretty sure, as he ignored all the popular kids that wanted to talk to him because of his interesting appearance as he went to the two of the late boys to introduce himself properly.

-"It's nice to see you again Eighty, oh and hi there beanie girl." He said as both of them looked very confused for why did he came to them.

-"Wait...What does this mean, it's nice to see you again?" Virgil asked, clearly not understanding what was going on, same goes to Ethan who grew rather more suspicious of the new kid.

-"Don't you remember me? It's ya girl Remy!" The new kid said pulling up his sunglasses revealing two bright-orangeish eyes.

the cardboard boy stared at him in disbelief.

-"W-wait...Remy?!" He asked now louder, getting excited.

-"Yup! It's really me myself and I!" He exclaimed hugging his apparently old friend.

-"Wait...what???" Ethan asked in very confused now tone.

-"Oh! Sorry there- Uh...What's your name?"

Remy asked awkwardly.

-"Ethan.." The boy replied turning his head from them.

The same look of confusion have had the popular kids.

Including Roman and Remus.

What was actually going on?

Why did this guy came to these losers?

They honestly didn't know....

And were they hugging????

Now it was confusing as fuck.

Then...One kid dared to say it out loud.

-"Yo, new kid! Why are you hanging out with the glass dealer and the freak?"

Little did he knew Remy's reaction as he came closer to the guy who yelled these words.

-"Listen up here you little bitch.

I can hang out with whoever I want and whenever I want.

You can't tell me to do shit unless you want to get punched in the face."

He simply said showing off his eyes as the kid gulped and run away.

-"Whoa....That was.... Pretty awesome." Ethan admitted as Remy proudly stepped back to the other two.

-"Thanks, Rem'. Also why are you here?" Virgil asked.

-"Uhhhh you know....I run away from these losers so called my parents."

Ethan looked rather unimpressed and Virgil just sighed.

-"Are you sure that is the reason?" The porcelain boy questioned.

-"Ummm...Anyways Virgie would you and your friend want some Starbie?" Remy changed the subject.

-"Sure, I guess." The cardboard boy agreed.

-"Fine by me." Ethan said.

After school all three of them went to the nearest Starbucks.

Remy was ready to pay them when both of them denied.

-"No, no, no Rem' I agreed yesterday when Patton, one other guy suggested to pay, so no, I can pay for myself" Virgil denied sternly.

-"Bitch, I INSIST." Remy said, clearly determined just like Patton yesterday.

-"Nope, you are not PAYING for ME." The cardboard boy talked back as there was a short moment of silence between the three, Ethan still confused af.

-"I'm going to buy you stuff anyways." Remy said.

-"REMY!" Virgil yelled, pretty angry now for loosing.

-"Welp....Guess he had won, huh?" Ethan said.

-"Not helping, Eth..." Virgil whined.

-"Oh and Vitligo gurl! What do you want?"

Remy yelled not caring that half of the Starbucks could hear him as the other two other boys signed miserably.

-"Nothing, really...I don't... Drink coffee and I'm not hungry." The porcelain boy yelled back.

-"Oh, come on! Why not?" - Remy asked.

-"It's....Just....I can't say it out loud." Ethan said in a whispering tone to Remy who walked back to them.

-"So what is it? You're allergic? ADHD? You despise coffee or?"

-"I just can't drink coffee..." Then he said why in sign language hoping that the new kid would not understand.

-"I-can't-eat-or-drink-because-I-have-no-guts..."

Then Remy whispered back.

-"Then how do you live?" which clearly meant that he indeed understood the motion sentence.

-"I....I.. It's complicated, ok?" Ethan signed in defeat.

-"Well okay then, Virgie gets the double then."

Remy simply said.

-"NO. YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! PATTON DID THAT YESTERDAY THAT'S NOT FAIR!" Virgil whined dramatically, pretty pissed off as both Remy and Ethan laughed.

-"Besides I'm going to be fat...." He mumbled the last sentence but both of them could hear it anyway.

[He thought Remy bought food as well]

-"Dude...You are literally just thin layer of skin and bones." Remy commented quietly.

-"Virgie? You okay there...?" Ethan said worriedly as the cardboard boy stayed silent before the barista yelled:

-"Remy? Your order is finished!"

Guess it's our stuff, Eighty." Remy said walking back to the counter to pick the drinks.

-"Why does he call you Eighty?" Ethan whispered as Virgil signed.

-"Probably similiar reason for why Patton calls you Dee."

-"Oh.." Ethan said.

-"Alright babes, here's your Spring Frappuchino with chocolate and coconut flakes." passing the pretty large Cup at still pissed off Virgil.

-"And here's your nonexistant coffee because I can't help." Remy said doing the motion of giving the Cup of coffee to Ethan who looked at him tiredly and said:

-"Thanks...."

After some time of talking, Virgil's and Remy's past was brought.

-"Hey Virgie, can we spill some tea of our past to your new babe?" Remy then asked as the cardboard boy slowly nodded.

-"Well then....It all started...."

Virgil changed schools yet again.

Probably the third time now.

He was met with all the new students who like always either looked fascinated or spooked out by masked appearance.

Remy was the one of the fascinated ones.

He clearly wanted to be friends with the mysterious kid.

As Virgil introduced himself to the class and took his sit, Remy already talked to him.

-"Hey there newbie! Wanna be friends?" Remy asked cheerfully, but Virgil though frowned.

-"You probably won't like me anyway...." He said, sadly, but Remy was determined enough.

-"Oh come on! I really do want to be friends with you!

I don't really care about your mask though it is pretty cool actually!" He excalaimed surprising the other kid.

-"R-really?" The cardboard boy said with the look of hope in his "eyes"

-"Yup!"

Then the bell rang as they started to hang out.

They hung out more often and soon enough became best friends.

Virgil was really happy back then as Remy was his protector from the bullies.

Unfortunetly one day it just wasn't enough....

There were five very curious kids... The two stronger ones tackled Remy who desperetly tried to free his grip from them, trying to get to his friend.

Unlucky for the two...It was too late.

They already ripped off his mask from his face revealing four pairs of violet eyes.

The kids imediatelly dropped him, very scared of his appearance as they screamed run away.

Only Remy stayed.

Looking at Virgil who was now sobbing on the ground uncontrollably.

He stood there for a few seconds, until he walked to the other boy and kneeled down, saying:

-"Hey, you okay there buddy?"

The boy with the multiple eyes looked a little up with surprise and disbelief painted on his face.

-"A-aren't you s-scared of m-me? D-don't you want to l-laugh at me o-or r-run away....?"

He asked, still very broken.

-"Nope! You look pretty awesome to me! I think spiders are very cool! Cause...you're a spider, right?"

The boy nodded.

-"Well then... As I promised before, I will protect you, Spidey-boo!" Remy said confidently as Virgil giggled at the nickname.

Remy then stood up and helped the other boy up as well, giving back his mask and holding him protectivly from the other kids just in case.

But of course...Virgil's parents found out that someone has seen his face and they moved out yet again...

He was miserable back then...

Because he thought he had lost the only person that actually cared about him...

Neither Virgil nor Remy mentioned the part when Virgil looked like a spider, because they both knew it was a sensitive topic for the cardboard boy.

Though Ethan....He looked kind of... sad and dissapointed If one could say.

At himself mostly.

Because now he finally realised...

He wasn't able to ever be there for the cardboard boy before, because he was home-schooled and now the only chance of someone liking him was gone..

Remy was apparently pretty close with Virgil anyway.

Remy had already seen his face and gained his trust, something that Ethan probably couldn't do...

Virgil deserved better than a weakling like him anyway...

He should probably just....give up on trying.

-"That's an amazing story guys! I'm not surprised why you missed each other so much!

But I got to go...Um- my moms told me I should be back at 4 PM."

-"But you said they let you-" Virgil was cut off by him again.

-"They changed their mind." he said colder than he intended to as he walked out of the building, not even turning his head back.

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I hope to see them tears...

Lmao Jk.

AND YES I KNOW, THEY WENT TO ANOTHER COFFEE SHOP, CAUSE WHY NOT I LIKE THESE KINDS OF STORIES YA'LL CAN'T STOP ME.

But seriously that's the last time.

Is this a good level of Angst for you all?

And for fucks sake it lagged.

#virgil sanders #sanders sides #logan sanders #thomas sanders #deceit sanders #sanders sides angst #sanders sides fanart #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fic #ts anxiety #ts logic #ts logan #ts remy #remy sanders #ts deceit #sanders sides au

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blackhakumen · 4 years ago

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Mini Fanfic #474: The Kongs and Friends Plays Some Donkey Kong Country (SSBU)

Diddy/DK: (Excitedly Made Their Way into the Mansion's Living) Guys! Guys! You would not believe what we got! Oh my god!

Kazooie: (Texting While Laying the Back of her Head On Banjo's Shoulder, Rolling her Eyes) Please don't tell me it's a year supply of bananas again.....

DK: ('Scoffs') No, Kazooie. We didn't get another box of bananas. (Yet.....)

Banjo: What is it, you guys?

Diddy: Check it out! (Excitedly Shows Banjo and Kazooie Three SNES Gaming Cartridges) Video Games of our past adventures!! Donkey Kong Country!

Banjo: (Already in Awe at the Sight of the Cartridges) Woah........

Kazooie: The whole trilogy, huh? (Smirk a Little) Neat. I take it you guys got from a nearby game store?

DK: (Nodded Excitedly) It was laying around there with our faces on it. Of course we had to buy these bad boys and play them here!

Diddy: I'm already seeing it now..... Zapping across jungle to jungle, pulverizing K. Rool and Kremlings in their own game, and all while obtaining the best reward ever known to men.....

DK: (Pumps Two of his Fist into the Air) Our Bananas Hoard!!!

Kazooie: (Rolls Her Eyes Once More) Ah yes. How can we ever forget your obsession of keeping a cave full of uneaten bananas safe?

DK: ('Scoffs') Honestly.... I'm not that obsessed over it. I'll have you know that our banana hoards are in good hands.............(Whispers into Diddy's Ear) Diddy, remind me to call Cranky later.....

Diddy: We'll worry about all of that later, big guy. Let's just set back and play our games for now, yeah?

DK: (Sighs in Defeat before Slowly Smiling) Yeah.... You're right, little buddy. I mean, these are our games we're playing here! It just might be the best thing ever known to-

Couple of Levels Later.......

DK: (Eyes Widened) .......Well.......(Let his Controller Drop) That was something....

Diddy: Geez....I know we expected a challenge, but I had no idea this would be this hard.........

Kazooie: (Shrugged) Maybe it's because of difficulty spike curve....

Diddy: Maybe.....

Banjo: (Turns to DK) Were your adventures back in the day was always this hard and intense or......

DK: Nah. I don't think so, Banjo my mam. I mean, sure, we may have gotten into some neat death situations here and there, but we always made it through..... Somehow. B-But you know, maybe I'm just getting a bit rusty here. (Picks Back up.his Controller) I'm sure in a couple of Levels, I'll be just-

More Levels Later........

DK: (Throws the Controller Down in Frustration) Damnit!! So close!

Diddy: Kazooie, I think you were right about this game having difficulty spike curves.......

Game Over Shows up on Screen

Diddy: (Pouts at the Game Over Screen) Ah man....We already got Game Over and everything....

DK: I know, right? I don't remember any of us getting beaten up like that!

Banjo: (Frowns Sadly at the Screen) Aww..... You guys look so sad and hurt in the screen.....

Diddy: (Hugs Banjo Arm on his Side) Don't worry, buddy. We're here. We're okay.

Kazooie: (Gently and Affectionately Ruffles the top of Banjo's Hair on her Side) Yeah, 'hon. Try not to let it get to you, okay?

Banjo: ('Sniff') Okay.

DK: ('Sigh') You know what? Forget this. (Takes the First DK Out of the SNES) I don't need to beat this game to prove I beat K. Rool where he stand. (Smiles Proudly while Chuckling) I Banana Slamma'd that crazy croc out of that ship so hard that he might've saw stars!

Diddy: (Gives DK an Unimpressed Look) Not funny, big guy.

Kazooie: (Gives DK an Unimpressed Look as Well) Didn't even make us chuckle.

DK: ('Ugh') Whatever. Can we just play the next game now?

Diddy: Alright....(Picks up the Next Game From the Coffee Table and Takes a Quick Look at it) Huh. Looks like my game's up next.

Kazooie: Your game?

Diddy: (Smiles Brightly) Yep. My Quest! (Chuckles Lightly) I'm guessing it was when Dixie and I saved DK from K. Rool and his actual band of pirates.

Banjo: Who's Dixie?

Diddy: My cute girlfriend.

Banjo/Kazooie: (Eyes Widened Genuinely Surprised) Girlfriend?

Kazooie: (Gives Diddy a Playful Smirk) Well, I be damned, Diddy. We didn't know you got yourself a Lady-Friend?~

Diddy: (Chuckles Lightly while Blushing a Little) Yeah..... We've been dating for a long while now, you know? You guys should meet her. She's so cool.

Banjo: (Smiles Brightly) I wouldn't mind that in the sightest, my friend.

Kazooie: Double Date it is then. But before we do anything else....(Turns to Donkey Kong) I wanna know how this gorilla right here got himself kidnapped.

DK: Hey! It's not like I wanted to get myself captured or anything. It happened out of nowhere!.....Or at least I think that what happened....

Diddy: I'm sure we can worry about all of that later, you guys. Right now, I wanna see how this baby plays out. (Put the Game into the System) And who knows? Maybe this one might be a little more easier than the first one-

Few Levels Later.....

Diddy: Never mind. (Let his Controller Drop on the Floor) It's not even close of being easy.

DK: (Picks the Controller Up) Relax, little buddy. This guy got this-

Three Levels Later-

DK: This game is even harder than the first one! (Throws the Controller Down in Frustration) How is that even possible?!!

Kazooie: They really wanted to give you an actual challenge, huh?

Diddy: ('Sigh') Let's just get to the final game of the trilogy already.....(Picks up the Final Cartridge from the Table and Takes a Look at it) Looks like Dixie's the main character in this one. It's called "Dixie Kong's Double Trouble"

Banjo: (Noticed another Kong right beside Dixie on the Cartridge) Who's the fella over there?

Diddy: Oh that's Kiddy Kong. Dixie's younger cousin I think?

DK: Ah man. Diddy, I remember now. This was when those saved us from K. Rool that one time.

Kazooie: (Slowly but Surely Turn to Donkey in a Somewhat Irritated Look) How the hell did you got yourself kidnapped by a narcissist of a king TWICE in a row?

DK: I-

Kazooie: I mean, I can understand why he kidnapped Diddy since he's a bit if a pipsqueak.....

Diddy: Hey!

Kazooie: But you?!....... You're supposed to be the Biggest, Fastest, and Strongest member of the DK crew! Or at that's what your stupid rap song says about you!!

DK: (Glares at Kazooie) Hey! I am all those things! And the DK Rap is the best rap song ever known to man! I worked hard writing the lyrics and everything!

Banjo: Guys, come on. Knock it off. (Turns to Kazooie) Kazooie don't be hard on him for this.

DK: Tell her, Banjo!

Banjo: There's absolutely nothing wrong with being a Damsel in Distress.

DK: Yeah!- Wait. WHAT?! Banjo, I ain't a Damsel in Distress! I'm practically the kings of the jungles!!

Kazooie: (Rolled her Eyes) Highly doubt that the "King of the Jungles" would ever get himself kidnapped by a crocodile twice. Let alone someone who's supposedly punch a moon out of orbit once. ('Scoffs') Probably made that one up too.

DK: REALLY!!!

And with that, DK and Kazooie began to argue with one another, with Banjo trying to calm them down in between.

Diddy: ('Sigh') Welp. This is already a disaster.

'Cellphone Rang'

Diddy: (Picks up his Phone from the Table and Takes the Call) Yello?

???: (From the Other Line) Hello? Diddy?

Diddy: (Smiles Brightly once He Immediately Recognize that Voice) Dixie! Is that really you?!

Dixie: (Giggles Softly) In the flesh~ How ya doing, 'hon?

Diddy: Pretty good, not gonna lie. How about you and the jungle?

Dixie: We're doing good at our end. Not a lot of Kremlings set foot here lately. So that's a good thing.

Diddy: You kidding? That's great news! This place can gain a lot more bananas than it did before.

Dixie: (Giggles Once More) Yeah. That would be pretty great. Speaking of which, how's DK doing lately?

Diddy: (Takes One Look at Donkey Kong, Still Arguing with Kazooie, Before Looking Away) It's doing fine. Oh! Dixie, I meant to tell you. There's these two friends I really want you to meet someday.

Dixie: Really now?

Diddy: Yep! Their names are Banjo and Kazooie. I told how cool you are and everything.

Dixie: Aww~ Diddy, that's sweet~ Buuuuut if you ask me, I think you're pretty cool too, ya know?~

Diddy: (Giggles While Blushing) You're too kind sometimes, Dix~

Dixie: Thanks~ Hey. Diddy?.....

Diddy: Hm?

Dixie: I miss you so much.

Diddy: I miss you too, Dixie. A lot more than I thought I would actually. But don't you worry. I'll come by and give you a visit first thing tomorrow!

Dixie: Really? That's awesome, but.... how are you going to do that?

Diddy: We have these Dimensional Rings where we could visit any place we want. I can ask the princess to let me borrow it for the day so I can see you.

Dixie: Oh my gosh! This is even more better than I thought!~ I can't wait to see you again, Diddy-Kins!~

Diddy: (Smiles Softly) Me too, Dix. Me too.

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#super smash ultimate #donkey kong #diddy kong #banjo #kazooie #dixie kong #humor #friendship #the gang plays the trilogy of donkey kong county #diddy x dixie #banjo x kazooie #dk wrote his own rap song

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heckinhacker · 5 years ago

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True Damage!Yasuo x reader - I’m glad you’re evil too.

A/N: I was inspired by Ashe's cover of “I'm glad you're evil too” and I absolutely loved it. Here goes nothing! There might be some errors, I’ve read it many times and can’t find anything anymore, but can happen. Sorry.

word count: 6,311 requested: no. warnings: Cursing, as in most of my posts. Welp~!^^ + It can be messy, I never wrote a long fic and english is being hard for me :(

Yasuo loved music since forever, and knew he was talented himself. Everyone around him praised him if he had shown them his own beats. He was DJ for every school party hosted, even volunteered to be on his own prom night, but everyone said he’s fine to go and party for once.

He didn’t want to party, nor to dance. He wanted to be behind the laughs and screams, making it fun for others. He knew that he wasn’t very social. I mean, he was friendly, sometimes flirty, but social? He prefered reading mangas, watching animes and making music, this was all he wanted.

And that’s how the popular DJ works alone since forever. Loner genius who was out of reach for most of musicians. No one was worthy working with him. One didn’t had enough passion, other just wasn’t it. And he searched for something.

Musical something was found with a rise of “Giants”, or so called “True Damage” group. They had something he searched in music, but why he still felt empty?

Ekko and girls always asked him out: -After-party maybe, Yas? - Akali smiles while bending down a little to make that ‘sneaky-happy’ pose. - As if, I had some beat idea I need to work on, Akali. - he gives her a hand with a motion of ‘stop’ while saying no. And some other time: - Yo, bro, you up for a drink after recording? - Ekko stopped him before he went off for his break. - You can manage without me, Ekko. You have fun anyway. - murmured long haired man, avoiding eye contact. And another after some: - Don’t act all cold and mysterious, ninja, while you’re drooling over some drawn big-eyed girls and come on, you have nothing better to do! - huffed Qiyana, crossing her arms on chest. - Thanks for your not-asked-for opinion, princess. - and he added nothing more. That lasted, and the longer he avoided friendly meetings, Senna tried to talk up: - I’m worried about you, Yasuo. Want to take a walk? - you could feel her concern only by looking her into eyes. That’s kind of her, but... - Thank you, Senna, but you have bigger problems than my own on your head. How is your husband, by the way? - he didn’t meant to be rude, and Senna understood. - Lucian’s fine, he’d appreciate you asking, even though you talked only once. And you’re never a problem, remember. He only waved her away, heading to home, to do his own things. He prefered it that way, or so he thought.

With time, things he enjoyed stopped meaning anything. For example, which hurt him the most: He was so enthusiastic for Star Guardian series, but damn it, he stopped feeling happiness with every single update from mangaka. It hurt. He knew something was off, so he thought he’ll find himself correspondence buddy. Join some group connected to the series, noone will know he’s popular and will chat about Guardians as he’d love someone to and that’s what he did! TheUnforgiven01: hi. TheUnforgiven01: i’ll let myself into convo, if that’s fine. ezpezlemonsquez: That’s what that chat is for, of course! We were just discussing which group was better in many aspects, then compared aspect to the other. TheUnforgiven01: sounds fun, i guess? but it’s obvious ahri team’s better, they had more morality about disappearing, and ahri as the leader took a step of redemption for her stars, nothing to even try to compare to. [nick]: Oh okay. Your opinion is valid but actually is not.

Yasuo raised his brow. Oh, someone’s mad? “Valid”, he’s mad now too.

TheUnforgiven01: and that means? i’m right and you’re not, i suppose. you’re mad abt it? [nick]: Okay, Unforgiven, listen to me now. I am longer in this group and always argued morally about everything, but plain and stupid, unexplained opinions of stubborn kids like you just piss me off. What if someone find staying by rules more morally-right, huh? Ever consider that? TheUnforgiven01: if you’d like to die just because you were chosen by some glitter and glory of first star then fine, but some weren’t, they were normal teenagers under disguise, what about their families? ezpezlemonsquez: Guys, you’re starting to fight and it’s not cool, can you chill?? [nick]: They knew about the risk by agreeing! Being chosen is one, but agreeing is their own fucking choice!!! TheUnforgiven01: and YOU’D be fine with dying, [nick] ? [nick]: Of course not! But anyone can die while saving the world, not because of losing a light, you know? If not that, there is the risk of being corrupted, like Xayah and Rakan, isn’t that right?? TheUnforgiven01: and it hurt, but they can be saved, and by dying officially you cannot do shit about it, yeah? ShiningBrightTonite: If you won’t stop acting up I’ll have to mute you both until tomorrow, keep it down! TU, you just joined and make a fight right away, can you give me a reason to let you stay?

Yasuo’s hands twitched. He ALMOST dissed admin, and that would be it, poof and no corresponding buddy for him. He sighed deeply, took himself some longer moments and only typed. TheUnforgiven01: sorry. i’ll join next discussion and be all innocent and sweet, like newborn baby. [nick]: Newborns are wrinkly and ugly. ShiningBrightTonite: [nick] !! [nick]: Just saying. TheUnforgiven01: aight, ama head out.

~TheUnforgiven01 has left the chat~

That was it for today.

Yasuo just took a quick shower, ate one sandwich and went to sleep, while blasting music on his headphones. Way to deal with his nerves.

About your side…

Generally you’re the angel of this community, you’re always passionate and calm about others opinion, but this dude just pressed the wrong button by his like...third message? No one saw you this mad, and this group had many dramas which YOU were most of the times reason to stop, but now? Some admins laughed about that in admin chatroom with you about it, but let you be with a slight warning, friendly nudge on the arm with ‘don’t do that next time, he’s new and doesn’t know how to hang on things, ya kno?’ So you went with it. Even decided to apolagize to this dude in pm. The question was: today or tomorrow? Tomorrow sound more appealing, but if you do it now, you won’t have to do that tomorrow, so it’s now. You sighed deeply, it’s been an hour and a half, so you hoped he’s cooled down too.

[nick]: Sorry to bother you in your “private message” zone, but I thought about all this situation and I’m sorry for how I acted, really? Not like all fault was mine, we both know that, it’s just...I shouldn’t had curse and stuff. I’m not generally bad, I hope you don’t hold any grudge to me. We’ll chat on a group, ye?

…

And no answer. Maybe he is that furious? You sure hoped he wasn’t. Or she. Or anyone that was. With a heavy sigh you stood up, got yourself warm cup of tea to chill a little bit more. You’ll go to sleep...eventually.

By sleep you mean passing out on your desk, face down. Your poor arms...and back...it’ll hurt, that’s for sure. Watching Netflix till late was a bad idea. Good thing it’s weekend, right? Your day of freedom from responsibilities!

What time is it…?

You locked your eyes on your room’s clock which was 6 minutes late from time but you’re too lazy to fix that. It was - according to your always late clock - 01:06 pm. You still felt sleepy, but it’ll be fine, right? Slowly, you rubbed your wake-up tears from your eyes and looked at screen in front of you. A few pings from group chat from admin role and one private message. Huh, neat, time to eat- hold on, wait a minute. Private message? You sat up straightly and clicked on it right away. This is this unforgiven fella! After you wrote this short message you grinned weakly and went off of your room to wake up properly.

TheUnforgiven01: no problem, it’s nice how you defend what you believe in. TheUnforgiven01: am sorry too. TheUnforgiven01: not sure if i am good at chatting in group, but we always can hit each other up here? TheUnforgiven01: if you want to TheUnforgiven01: and i didn’t mean to sound weird TheUnforgiven01: ah whatever, answer here if you want or not, bye.

You made yourself your favourite breakfast, ate and thought about this little spam that person did. Kinda cute, maybe they’re self-concious, and joining chatting group was overhelming? You’ll answer after refreshing cup of [coffee/tea/hot chocolate], you promised yourself. You never write to anyone before morning cup. To summarize your morning routine, the hot drink had to be in your now favourite cup. Earlier one got shattered into pieces by your unaware of consequences cat. You weren’t mad at it, but at yourself for leaving the cup on windowsill instead of hiding it properly. That kind of sad event for you made you buy this cup from that new music group you enjoyed listening to. True Damage, wasn’t it? You never liked rap, but this boy Ekko nailed stuff. You loved everyone equally in this group, but never understood that long-haired, masked (you assumed) asian man and his influence. He was there, maybe he made the music in the background, compositor? He seemed too mysterious for you, but meh. He fit group’s aesthetic, and you were sure he had his place in there, and it’s fine. Maybe you figure it out once you see them live, since, what a shocker, they had a tour around the world and were not only in your country, but in your town too! They'll be here in like… 6 months from now? You can't wait! Bonus to that: No long trip ahead of you, just buying tickets and going, you were hyped for that.

Meanwhile this waterfall of thoughts you managed to drink and eat everything, and as responsible as you can get, you washed the dishes right away, going back to your PC to answer this maybe-shy fella.

[nick]: Didn’t figured you’d like to talk ‘privately’, but whatever floats your boat ;) TheUnforgiven01: i changed my mind, don’t write to me again. [nick]: Hey, hey! I was just joking around, don’t be like that! :(( TheUnforgiven01: i am unforgiven, and you are too in this situation. TheUnforgiven01: i honestly joined to make one friend in this group and leave TheUnforgiven01: and didn’t got any chance of meeting anyone else but you TheUnforgiven01: and you wrote to me first into priv, so that’s the start. TheUnforgiven01: can it stay like that? TheUnforgiven01: if we won’t like each other it’s chill to just say oficial bye and stop, just sayin. [nick]: As for someone who types so fast you don’t make that much of typos, isn’t that amazing? TheUnforgiven01: maubie. TheUnforgiven01: maybe* TheUnforgiven01: fuck you just jinxed it.

You genuely laughed by this little mistake, you didn’t saw that coming and it amused you. You weren’t much of a talkative person yourself, but writing to someone, not seeing their face and such was much easier. And consequences of making yourself of a fool are much smaller than knowing someone from the same - let’s assume - town. [nick]: I’m sorry I did, but the moment I picked to say that was funny, wasn’t it? Nothing to be ashamed off, it often happens to me too! TheUnforgiven01: didn’t saw you make a typo yet. [nick]: Because I’m giving way too much attention not to do a typo since I want to make a good impression on you. Sounds good? TheUnforgiven01: … TheUnforgiven01: sounds good, relatable actually.

Well, now at least you know you’re stuck in the same situation.

And that awkward situation was two weeks ago.

Now? Now you’re talking daily. From all you know, your, as he called it - corresponding buddy - is a very busy he. He didn’t revealed his real name, which you assumed that he’s embarassed about it. You told him what you’re doing in life generally, while he just said he’s normal, let me quote: “big-ass adult who lives with parents but work in some fast-food, at least i’m trying.” which was cool for you, at least he didn’t lock himself in his parents’ basement. Unforgiven was a chill dude and at the beginning you thought he’d only hit you up with Star Guardian topics, but later? You started talking about yourselves, about other interests.

[nick]: Hey? [nick]: I assume you’re busy today, again… [nick]: I was wondering, what are you busy with? I mean, you said you work on some fast-food place, then sit in your room, are you gaming? I’d understand that, I was just...thinking. [nick]: Sorry if I seem pushy, it’s just that I really grew on chatting with you and was wondering when are you free again! Heh. [nick]: We’ll talk later, then, hit me up when you can!

You pushed yourself back on your chair, groaning. You totally were pushy, but didn’t meant to - that’s what you thought, but it’s totally normal, you’re just interested with someone you just met. You chatted with a lot of persons in the group, etc. but no one had your interest pointed directly at them, that’s a big something. You kinda felt like you’re opening too fast for him too, and you had no clue if that’s ok. You cover your eyes with hands, overthinking your situation with unnamed male. When your thoughts started to be not too pleasant you heard your communicator's sound going off. As fast as you pushed yourself back, you were that fast in front of your PC.

TheUnforgiven01: i have a break now. TheUnforgiven01: i'm sorry [nick], I am not ignoring you on purpose. TheUnforgiven01: i enjoy talking to you too, don't ever think oterwide TheUnforgiven01: otherwise* TheUnforgiven01: we'll talk about that later. TheUnforgiven01: now, how are you? i hope i didn't made you sad. [nick]: No, no! It's OK! I understand you have a real life too, I assume a real life friends too. That's normal, that's okay. TheUnforgiven01: i like you. i can consider you as my friend, but. [nick]: But? TheUnforgiven01: but you should not consider me as yours. [nick]: What t? Why?/?? / TheUnforgiven01: my break's over, i gtg. i'll catch you later. [nick]: Okay, later!

Your hands twitched uncontrollably after that weird message. What did he mean? You're his friend but he's not yours? It kinda worried you, but you went to do your stuff until he has time to talk. Maybe it sounds cliché but you wait impatiently until he starts a chat with you and you know each other for only two weeks.

It made you worry about your friend. Maybe he has some troubles you don't know about for sure? You only had to hope it's not gang involved. You were sure to later tell a few words to him.

You ate out with one of your friends, just to eat, chill around. As you weren't sure what to do generally about "unforgiven situation", you decided to ask her: - Uh, it's kinda awkward, but can I ask you for advice? - you ask. - Oh of course! What's going inside of your pretty little head? - So I met someone on my group- - Nerd group? - she interrupted. - Yeah, that one. - you admitted with defeat. Honestly, no matter what you say, she still keeps on going with nerd club. - And there was that guy, he started arguing with me. Later we apologized to each other and now we're chatting for two weeks everyday, but about how much do we write depends if he's free or not. Today he said something odd, have a look.

You moved your phone so your friend can see mysterious message from Unforgiven. She sighed and then looked at you with that pity look of hers. - What? - Honey, swettie… you have two options. One: he's really trying to make you think of him. Two: he really means it. You should start off with "I'm worried about you!" and tell him how you really feel. - Okay. Okay… I just. I don't know what's going on with him. - Why are you so moved of that? You know each other for only two weeks. Are you… Crushing on him?!?! - WHAT? Nonononono, you got that wrong, I just want to get to know him! That's all, really! - Uh-huh! When he's free today, you get him, tiger! Just won't get into any trouble, sweetheart.

You sighed, then smiled at her, closing your eyes in satisfaction. You're a lot calmer now. "Thank you, [friends name].” You said, until you both went back on chatting about everything.

And when you were back? You dressed yourself to home wearing, sat down comfortably on the couch and checked your phone. Unforgiven actually wrote to you first! And a lot.

TheUnforgiven01: hey. TheUnforgiven01: sorry I had to go all of sudden, work stuff, had shorter break. TheUnforgiven01: i don’t want you to think i don't want to get to know you, i do. TheUnforgiven01: it's just hard for me, ‘n stuff. TheUnforgiven01: we'll get to it, please give me some time. TheUnforgiven01: you'll know everything about me in no time, just give me some and we'll be friends, true ones. TheUnforgiven01: if you'd want to, ofc. TheUnforgiven01: hit me up when you're back from your little date.

You gave into every single message a lot of focus. You weren't sure what to say at first, but decided to just go for it.

[nick]: It's OK! I was worried about you, but if you say I'll get to know all the things about you in time, I'll go with it! But remember this one thing: I consider you as my friend, no matter what. We'll get through your insecurities and secrets, I'll be patiently waiting!

[nick]: And it was NOT a DATE. I was out with my friend!! >:( TheUnforgiven01: yeah, sure, you playa. TheUnforgiven01: better be good. [nick]: Very funny! TheUnforgiven01: for me it is. [nick]: Aren't you tired after work? You don't want to sleep? TheUnforgiven01: i thought you genuinely missed me, buy you want me out right now. TheUnforgiven01: now i'm sad. [nick]: It's not like that! I'm just worried about you, goofball. TheUnforgiven01: sure, explain yourself even more. TheUnforgiven01: only guilty explain themselves. [nick]: Come on!! D: TheUnforgiven01: i can chat for a bit and then go.

You chatted and chatted, slowly getting to know his character, but he still remained as Unforgiven, unnamed boy you slowly, but in agony, fell for. It's been three months from your first encounter.

You wonder how are you going to ask him about a next step in your friendship. It is, indeed, hard. Good question is why are you the first to ask? It almost hurt imagining yourself with blank space, nor even voice known to begin with. You fell hard for dude you only know behind Unforgiven, and wanted to hear his voice. You were ready for him to decline, but you won't know without trying.

He said he'll be back pretty late today, and he may not write, but he left you a warning pretty early in the morning. You weren't sure why did he woke up so early, but you just shrugged it, saying that he must be in some other time zone. You didn't even knew where he is from, this man is a big mystery for you.

You waited for him to come back in your bed, before sleeping. You had to ask that question now or never, you know if you'll put it for tomorrow you want do that anytime soon. It has to be done. It was 2am now and your eyelids were getting heavy. Reading books or literally anything wasn't helping at all, and when your body demands rest. You almost drifted to sleep, but then

Ding!

It was him, before sleep you assumed. No matter what you did you always wrote to each other, even stupid "goodnight for later, I'm going to sleep now, be sure to rest enough." was there.

Your eyes were wide open and you moved your hand to the phone way too fast as for almost sleeping person.

TheUnforgiven01: hey. TheUnforgiven01: i'm aftwr work TheUnforgiven01: i am really tires ya kno TheUnforgiven01: fuck typos in lsrticilar [nick]: Particular? TheUnforgiven01: you're not asleep yet? damn [nick]: I was kinda waiting for you, you know? TheUnforgiven01: oh really? what's the occasion? [nick]: It's… I have a question for you. TheUnforgiven01: aight, give me your shot. [nick]: Would you like to… agh it's stupid. TheUnforgiven01: no, go ahead. [nick]: We write with each other for a while now and I was wondering if… [nick]: If you'd like to make a phone call, maybe? Or, voice call, anything really? No personal questions, just five minute chatting about anything. Promise?

Yasuo hesitated for a longer bit. Should he agree? He don't use his voice in his recordings, so maybe he should? He treats this person like someone close, so why should he avoid them like a plague? He saw little mark above chat window which suggested you furiously were typing. He sighed, smiling softly to his phone's screen.

TheUnforgiven01: it's alright,don't worry. TheUnforgiven01: we can chat a bit. TheUnforgiven01: we can call here, you know. for you to avoid any additional payment.

You sigh with relief. Okay, he did agree. What now?? Holy shit. You were more than nervous. You didn't saw that coming and because of all of this you forgot to answer him. You almost jumped when you got another message.

TheUnforgiven01: i'll call first, since i see you're nervous. TheUnforgiven01: i'll hit you up in 5 min. answer me by then.

It maybe was stupid, but you checked yourself in the mirror, almost like before date. You fixed your hair, checked if nothing was stuck between your teeth, wash your face, and your time slipped between your fingers, your phone was ringing with typical for your communicator song. You jumped, then panicked, then jumped beside your phone and slowly answered your call before it ended sending a signal.

- H...hello? - your voice croaked out of nervousness. You mentally slapped your forehead, classical facepalm. - Hi. - you heard calm voice with that tune of tiredness, that little growl at the end. His voice was soft, warm, pleasant. You smiled right away. - Damn, you sound so chilled out while I am...wow. I am a blushing mess right now, I wanted this but don’t know what to say to you! Like, wow! - Maybe start with how was your day? I’d love to hear that. - that was just an excuse, but you didn’t knew that. - Oh...kay. It was fine. Boring, to be honest. Woke up, drank [tea/coffee/hot chocolate] from this True Damage cup I once told you about, went out, made my boring everyday routine, was thinking how I should ask you about talking, then went back home, bored my ass off on some documentaries and here we are, talking! - Sounds fun. - he commented shortly. Even if it might sound like he doesn’t care, you understood that he just was like that. That stupid feeling. - Maybe you’ll tell me something you did today? - Something I’d love to do, but I must avoid that. Not today, [nick]. - Call me [y/n], okay? That’s my real name. You don’t have to tell me yours! I’d like you to call me [y/n] though. - That’s a nice name. Like the sound of it. - his goddamn voice will be the end of yours. You sighed loudly with this goofy smile. - Thank you so much. So, if not the day, tell me something you actually can share. - I was thinking about you today. - he shot these words right through your heart. - O-Oh? Re-really? - you stuttered, hating yourself for that. - Heheh, yeah. - he chuckled, making you forget about hating your stutter since it made him laugh in this tone. This goddamn tone. - Was thinking if you were alright. And because your pathetic ass was distracting me from work, my boss forced me to go on break! Used it to smoke, but none then less, thanks. - Hey, your bad for wandering off in work! And quit smoking, dumbass! - you scolded him, ending this “”very serious”” scold with a laugh, which Yasuo answered with louder, honest laugh. You were all red by now. - God, it’s good talking to you. Let’s do that more often. Not every day, but...you know. More often. - O-okay. Okay, sure. Cool. - you answered,trying to kill this little squeal in your throat. - I’ll have to go to sleep, [y/n]. Sleep well, ok? - No promise, but you have a rest. Thank you, again. For agreeing. - Heh. No problem, I am glad I did agree too. Sleep tight. - another chuckle, then hanging up sound.

Well, what can I say. This was the most emotion-forcing call you ever had. He wished you good night, you had trouble falling asleep.

Generally speaking, you had a talk like that once in three days. The big day of concert was coming, so you decided to ask Unforgiven if he is interested in coming too. You’re searching for a chance of meeting him in real life.

Yasuo expected from incoming call anything but question what was awaiting him. He was having a flight with a band to [town’s name] in next three days, so he had to tell you he can’t really talk as you both always do. When he heard a communicator’s song, he pressed answer button right away, smiling to his phone like you could see he’s happy to see you. - Hewwo? - he answered in very forced squeaky voice, which made you erupt with laughter. - Hey, goofball. How was your day? - Lazy. Was distracted a lot, I was waiting for out call before sleep. So, what’s new? - Today was okay’ish, you know? I’m not even that tired. Maybe being excited makes me go cray-cray. - Psh, good. - he looked at himself in the mirror, seeing how wide his smile was. Almost concerning. - Hey, dude? - Hm? - Are you...by any chance, going to see True Damage in [Town’s name]? I never asked you about your music taste but I was wondering. Wondering that if you’d be here...maybe we’ll meet? ‘Cuz, you know. I’ll be here. - I- - his voice was stuck in his throat. Oh. Shit. Fuckfuckfuck. Not good. What now? -...you? Are you okay? - Ahm- yes, it’s just that. You’re...hella right. I will be there. - OH REALLY? - you asked unecessarly too loud, then cleared your throat. - A-and...you’d like to meet? - Uhhh… - fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck - Yeah. Sure. I’d love to finally see you. Can you imagine this feeling? We don’t know how we look, so finding each other would be insane, but can you imagine the result? - Me, asking some random dudes “Hey, are you Unforgiven?” ? No, let’s send each other selfies, maybe? - Nah, I’d love to see you embarrass yourself. - HEY! - Okay, okay. I promise we’ll find each other. I won’t go home until we do. - Promise you won’t leave me out? - Promise. - Thank you. I’ll go to sleep, so we’ll catch up later, ok? By- he cut you out. - Wait, [y/n]. I have to tell you something real quick. - Yeah? - you pulled your phone back to ear. - I won’t be too available around these days. But at the day of concert I’ll call you in the morning. I won’t be in any reach of connection, I hope you understand. - Uh..okay. Thank you for telling me. Good night, sleep tight. - ‘Night.

You hung up. It’s alright, it’s ok. Nothing to sweat. You’ll only meet your crush in three days only.

OKAY NEVERMIND IT IS AMAZING. You - thankfully - fell asleep pretty fastly.

To be fair, these three days? Were going through slow in agonizing way, but when the day of concert hit up, your heart was racing since you woke up. You had that five minute talk with Unforgiven, as he promised, assuring you that he is going to be there for sure. After you hung up, you started preparing yourself! You wore your best clothes, made sure you look stunning but not too overrated and just dived into it! You gladly told your friend you’re meeting your crush, informing her with that she’s not forced to go see True Damage with you anymore. She was more of Pentakill person, and it was alright. She wanted to go along since she knew how “un-funny” would it be without her, but you knew her real motive was you not feeling alone. So when she acknowledged that you’re not going to be alone, she said she’s glad she doesn’t have to listen to Ekko and Qiyana’s rapping. Well, good noone is forced.

At first,you wanted to find Unforgiven right away, but gave up and focused on music experience. You wanted to be there beside him, but well, maybe he lost connection again and couldn’t hit you up. And you had hell of a fun in there! But somewhere deep inside you were worried that he just tricked you and will never show up or tell you where he is exactly.

True Damage’s crew said final goodbyes and after some stumbles, it was quiet on stage. Everyone kept cheering or talking, sometimes screaming unecessarly. Still, not a single sight of Unforgiven. Well, at least you got to know what this long haired guy was doing in the crew. Epic T-pose and manipulated music with this sword looking thingy. Amazing effects. You decided to find yourself sitting place somewhere, staring at your phone screen. No message, no missed calls, not anything. It made you sad, that’s true, but maybe he’ll catch up? You waited. And waited.

And waited.

And the more you waited, the more you felt tears getting into your eyes. You were ready to burst into sobbing mess, but then your phone rang. This stupid communicator song. You answered up right away with little sniff” - Where the hell are you? You said that- - I know, [y/n]. I am here, let me instruct you where I am right now. Where are you? - You should be one searching for me, you know? I almost thought you weren’t coming, what’s up with that? - you unintentionally raised your voice, letting out a sob meanwhile that. Yasuo felt so bad now. - Listen...I’ll tell you everything. Everything will be explained when you’ll see me. I hope you’ll forgive me. If not, it’ll be this “official goodbye” moment, can you trust me this one last time? - ...fuck. Fuck, okay. I am on the bench close to food truck. You? - Stand up then, go to the barriers understage. - Understage…? Alrigt, wh-atever you say.

You blindly went in there, trusting this man “for the last time”, as he said. You’d give him the last chance he’s begging for. You stood here like an idiot, alone with stages lights shining on your face. No one in sight. - I hope you’re not joking… - How would I know where should you go then? - Point...it’s just that- - Shh. It’s ok. You head to the left now if you’re facing the stage. Tell me when you’re done. - … done…? - Okay. now open this little metal gate and get through. - Wha-what?? Why would I? Securities will kick me out if they find out! - They won’t. It’s ok. -You’re...one of the security guards, right? - Information when you get there. come on in. - You were so anxious about this situation. It just seems sketchy. He never revealed any information about him, maybe spread some lies you believed in. Who was this dude now? Was everything you knew a lie? - And? I don’t see anyone. - Are you wearing [your fav. hoodie/flannel/whatever you want it to be!]? - U-uh? Yeah, and you’re…? - Turn around, goof. I am standing right there. - … - you felt your heart stop, you weren’t able to breathe. You slowly turned around to see noone else than this mysterious japanese DJ you had a chance to see on stage. What- how- that were questions which were going almost like on loop in your head. - Stunned, huh? - he commented into the phone, then took it off of his face and ended call. It confirmed that it was him too - at the same time his phone went dark after single tap, your call ended.

You didn’t even got to give out bigger reaction. You just met him! Screw that he’s popular and hid his identity from you! For now. You ran into his arms and squeezed him, now sobbing like mad.

- You FUCKER! You could’ve said ANYTHING! All these secrets, what for! I kinda understand but- FUCK! - you shouted into his shoulder while he squeezed you in almost bone crushing hug. - I’m sorry, ok? - and it was his voice, sounded almost the same. Holy shit. - I’m so, so sorry, [y/n]. But at least I can be honest? - Then please be. Tell me everything you wanted to say. - It’ll be long, trust me, but well. Here goes nothing. - he put his hand on your cheek and clears your face from those tears you shed because of him. - I...wanted to tell you my name after like two weeks. I got worried you’ll find out after we talk some, so I did avoid personal information. While I was at it, I never wanted to lie. About my work and my day. I just lied at the beginning, then regret it deeply, but felt like I couldn’t take that back. [y/n]- fuck- I just- I didn’t wanted to be treated differently. I am popular and most people stop seeing a human in me because I’m a celebrity! It hurt me to avoid you getting to know me - heck, it hurt me to see you avoiding asking me about personal stuff because you understood. I appreciated it, but it hurt you had to remain silent while you were curious as hell, I assume. You wanted to hear me out, treated me like I am just like you, reached out to me. I grew on that, I want… I don't want to lose you. Please, forgive me. - I… it's… it's okay. I should call you… - Yasuo. It's Yasuo, [y/n]. - I'll get to know you all over, just be honest with me. You're still human and I want to be close to you. I… ah. I'll just let it out pleasedon'thateme. I… fell for you. Hard. You were a bug mystery for me but still wanted to be around me. I kept still since you're pretty important to me. Thank you for being there by this 6 months, let's continue whatever we have between each other. Please.

…

Yasuo moved his mask down to capture your face between his hands and kissed you, it seemed like a rough start, but kiss was soft, magical. You just smoothed, nibbling on your lips. Yasuo was now thanking you a lot, which you only replied with weak laughs and pats on his back. He promised he'll keep you as close as he can.

Yasuo had to continue his tour around the world with True Damage, but promised he'll take a lot of day off so he can work up lost time with you. It's been a month and you wait for him almost like wife waiting for her husband's return after military duty.

Yasuo took two weeks off, but if he'll need more - it'll be for you to decide. You were spending today inside since it was raining. It was dark outside already, the only source of light was candles in living room. Yasuo was holding you close to himself, moving side to side, swaying gently, adoring your every inch of face. - Lately I found this song on youtube, it was originally from vocaloid.it kind off remind me of us. - Vocaloid song? You know true meaning of lyrics for sure, tell me about it then! - I can sing a part of it for you, if you'd want to? - You can sing? - Of course! I just don't use it for my songs. Everyone else sing much better, my voice is too… - Too sexy for the world? - Hahaha, maybe! Want to check out for sure? I'll sing in English for you. - Sheesh, what a nerd. Okay, give me your best shot.

Yasuo took a deep breath in, and made sure before he starts to sing he looks into your eyes. He started like he was unsure, but with time he sang wholeheartedly.

"Though both of us will die one day

Though this life is useless anyway

When you're here by my side, you make me feel like it'll be okay

And yet we laughed despite it all

At this life which has no meaning at all

Two lonely and broken souls leaning on each other's sides

I'm glad that you're you, that I'm me, and for us two

I'm kinda glad that you're evil too"

While he was pouring his emotion on you, you felt your chest clench and tear up after intensity of his voice, he gave it out truly like he meant it. You saw he wasn't done, so you tried to remain calm.

"When the day starts anew, hope I spend it with you-"

You felt your cheeks burn with your tears pouring down whole you smiled widely at him. He was singing loudly, forgetting about embarrassment.

"I'm glad that I fell in love with you."

From today, this song made by PinnocchioP was more than important for both of you. It felt like it was especially made for you, and you both loved it.

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Altered End: Chapter 5 (Rest And Release)

This is the fifth chapter to my Undertale AU! The raw text is below the cut!

FIRST: Prologue --- PREVIOUS: The Perfect Plan --- NEXT: Just Passing Through

The day in Snowdin Town dawns, and like he always has, Papyrus is up at the crack of dawn. Papyrus opens his room’s door and starts into the main part of the house, ready for his meeting with Undyne today, but then suddenly stops halfway down the stairs when he sees someone new.

“Nyeh?!” Papyrus exclaims.

Chara, who has been resting on the floor for the past several hours, stirs at Papyrus’s remark and looks in the direction of the noise. After recognizing Papyrus, Chara lifts off the floor and begins to do their morning stretches. Papyrus, unaware who this person is, silently keeps his eye sockets locked on Chara as he tries to identify this other. After getting done stretching, Chara looks back at Papyrus and notices that he’s looking them in the eyes.

“Um…. You can see me…?” Chara asks with a concerned expression.

“Of course smaller human!” Papyrus exclaims. “But how did you get in my house...?”

Chara stumbles for a moment, but then regains their bearing and says “I’m Frisk’s travel buddy. Sorry for coming in unannounced!”

“Oh. That’s so cool! I have so many questions already!!!”

Frisk stirs awake at Papyrus’s remark, and gets up with morning haze affecting their mind. Papyrus begins asking questions so fast that Chara can barely keep up. Frisk then notices Papyrus looking squarely at Chara, and gets up as the haze begins to ebb from their mind. Papyrus sees Frisk move, then stops his barrage of questions as his attention shifts to the other human in his house.

“Greetings, Frisk! You didn’t tell me you had a travel buddy!” Papyrus says.

Frisk tiredly nods to Papyrus before turning to Chara with a raised eyebrow. Chara sees Frisk’s expression and shrugs with an expression that conveys their mixed feelings. This is about when Sans begins to stir, and upon hearing the racket outside his room, he gets up and walks out his door. Papyrus hears his brother’s door creak, and turns in its direction.

“Sans?! You’re awake when you’re supposed to be?!” Papyrus exclaims.

Sans answers with “Welp, I was just hearing’ some commotion, and-”

Sans sees Chara, and notices that their outline is much more defined than before. Sans looks to Frisk, and Frisk notices his gaze and shrugs, not knowing what to say.

Sans turns back to Chara. “So kiddo, any thoughts about being more visible?”

Chara verbally stumbles. “Uh… My thoughts are a little jumbled right now…”

Frisk blurts out “Well that means anyone can see you now.”

Chara freezes in place. Their thoughts begin to race, with most of them geared toward what Asgore and… Asriel… Will think. Chara snaps back to reality as they realize Frisk’s hand on their shoulder.

“Chara, it’ll be fine. I’m sure Asgore will understand.” Frisk says.

Chara, not wanting to appear even vulnerable, says “Okay then… Got it frisk.”

Papyrus can’t believe this. “Nyeh?! You both have met KING ASGORE?!”

“Eh… Sort of…” Frisk says, verbally attempting to cover their tracks.

“Wowie! I never got to meet him until I started my royal guard training!” The whole room goes quiet. Papyrus, noticing the silence and where he has to be, adds “Speaking of that, I have to go meet up with the captain! See you all later!” then zips out the front door.

A moment after Papyrus’s sudden exit, those remaining in the house all look to each other.

“Frisk, ya know that you’ll have to venture through Waterfall at some point, right?” Sans asks with a curious gaze.

“My plan is to head out soon.” Frisk answers.

Chara drifts over to Frisk and sets a hand on their shoulder. “I’m scared I’ll be recognized, but I know Frisk will help me if I am.” Chara cracks a smile as they add “We’ll do our best!”

“Got it kiddos, I hope ya both make it past Waterfall in one piece. I’ll see ya when I see ya.” Sans answers.

Frisk grabs their bag, then walks over to the skelebros’ front door as Chara drifts over to it. Frisk goes straight out the door, whereas Chara cracks a smile and waves to Sans just before doing the same. Sans, believing he could do some good, decides to go off to Grillby’s to see this week’s talk of the town, warping there in an instant.

Sans finds himself next to the east wall of Grillby’s, and after regaining his sense of direction, he shuffles off to Grillby’s front door. He enters, and notices the barren nature of the place right now, then sees Grillby, who’s cleaning the floor.

Grillby notices Sans. “Welcome, Sans. You are up early. Were you woken up by the disturbance last night?”

“Disturbance? What do ya mean?” Sans says.

“It seemed like a battle of some sort, but it was happening close to Waterfall.”

Sans, confused, asks “Did anyone else hear it?”

Grillby is about to answer when someone comes through the door.

Doggo enters, nearly bumping into Sans. “Grillbs! Ya heard that battle last night?!”

“Indeed I have, Doggo. Did anything come of it?”

“Well, ya see, us guards were about to engage, but no one sounded the alarm! Someone oughta’ have seen that, so why didn’t nobody sound the alarm?! I got barely any sleep ‘cuz of that!”

Sans quickly realizes what battle Doggo is referring to, but isn’t quite sure if he should bring it up.

Doggo sniffs the air. “Hmm? Oh, hello Sans! Didja see any of what happened there?”

Sans nervously shrugs. “Not that I know of.”

“I reckon that the brawl took place near your house based on the volume. I guess you’re just a heavy sleeper…”

“Heh heh, of course…” Sans says as he eyes the door. “Anyways, Gotta go! I got posts to man.”

Grillby waves at Sans as he starts to leave. “Okay Sans. Have a great day!”

Sans fully walks out of Grillby’s, then warps to his first post in Waterfall.

Frisk and Chara have just made it into Waterfall, and they both don’t quite notice Sans appearing in his post as Monster Kid comes from the same direction that they just did.

“Yo yo! You two are kids, right?”

Frisk and Chara look at Monster Kid, Frisk with a raised eyebrow, and Chara with a more neutral expression.

Chara pipes up with “Yeah, how could you tell?”

“Well, you both have striped shirts! All us kids have them!”

Frisk, surprised Monster Kid hasn’t commented on their stature, which Frisk deemed as important to the conversation, just stays quiet as the talk continues.

“Indeed. Are you going to see Undyne?” Chara asks.

Monster Kid’s eyes shine as their mind realizes what this ghost kid has said. “Oh my gosh, are you going off to see her too?! That’s so cool!”

Frisk, annoyed by what they perceive as wasted time, starts to walk off. Chara takes notice, but decides to keep talking with Monster Kid.

“Yeah! I’m…” Chara’s thinking stumbles for a moment. They don’t know what to say now that they will most likely be recognized.

“You’re going to see her wreck some bad guys?” Monster Kid replies.

“I mean… Probably!” Chara replies, relieved Monster Kid hasn’t recognized them.

Frisk then stops just before the start of the boulder waterfall, and looks back at Chara, attempting to urge them onward. Sans, who has been quietly sitting in his post, notices Chara’s gaze drifting to him.

“Huh? What’s up kiddo?” Sans says as he notices Chara’s conflicted expression.

Monster Kid notices Sans’s remark and turns in the skeleton’s direction as Chara answers “Frisk wants me to go on, but Monster Kid wants to keep talking…”

“Huh?” Monster Kid utters, clearly confused. “If you want to keep talking, I can come with ya, can’t I?”

It takes a moment, but Chara’s mind clicks with the idea. “I mean, sure! Come along!”

Monster Kid beams at the invitation. They add an amused vocalization just before saying “Don’t tell my parents!” as they dash past Chara in Frisk’s direction.

Sans watches the start of Monster Kid’s dash before looking back to Chara and saying “Have fun kiddos, I’ll be hangin’ out back.”

Chara smiles, then waves goodbye to Sans as they drift off toward Frisk and Monster Kid. Frisk, having barely heard the conversation, watches Monster Kid’s approach with a raised eyebrow.

Monster Kid excitedly hops in place in front of Frisk as they say “I’m coming with you to see Undyne!” Monster Kid stops as they add “You cool with that?”

Frisk, in their rapidly deteriorating patience, sighs as Chara arrives next to Monster Kid. “Sure. Just don’t cause trouble.”

Chara raises an eyebrow as Frisk turns and begins to wade through the barrage of boulders coming from the constant stream of water. Monster Kid, for their part, smiles and starts doing the same. Chara, ever wary, cautiously follows the two other kids in front of them.

Papyrus wasn’t expecting to show up this quickly to the meeting place. He’s been sitting around for several minutes now, and Undyne isn’t usually late. She must be doing something right now, he thinks, she’ll be here in a moment. From out of the blue, Papyrus hears footsteps, and turns in the direction of the noise. Papyrus sees Frisk, Monster Kid, and Chara approaching from the west and starts to wave to them before coming to a realization. Papyrus quickly comes to a point of What will Undyne think if she sees them?, and then her most likely response clicks in his mind. They’ll be taken away to never be seen again, he concludes. Suddenly, he snaps to attention as Undyne bounds up to the ledge he’s on.

Undyne safely lands, and takes her helmet off. “Hey, skelebro, you all right?” she says in her usual gruff tone.

“Oh!” Papyrus says, surprised. “I-I was waiting for your arrival, Captain.”

“Yeah, I could see that. Sorry about the wait, but I have some info I need to get to you.”

“Oh? What might that be about?” Papyrus warily asks.

“Papyrus, Doctor Alphys’s cameras stopped working for some reason, so as your duty as a sentry dictates, have you seen a human?”

Papyrus’s mind begins to race. As the pause outstays its welcome, everything seems to move in slow motion. Until, after what felt like an eternity, some grass rustles, alerting both Undyne and Papyrus to something else on their periphery.

#Jamie W. (Pokeprism)#altered end #chapter 5 #undertale #undertale au #rest and release #9/18/2020

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hahanoiwont · 5 years ago

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Chapters: 4/4 Relationships: Frisk & Sans, Sans & Toriel, Frisk & Toriel Characters: Frisk, Sans, Toriel Additional Tags: Backstory, Worldbuilding for the Surface, Child Abandonment, child endangerment, A Plethora of Trust Issues Wrapped Up In an Expectation For Violence, seriously this kid's been attacked by pretty much everyone, Frisk Is a Sweetheart, Gender-Neutral Frisk, Determination, Big Brother Sans, in a shocking turn of events sans is the sane well-adjusted adult here, .......i mean he's still sans but, Choose Your Own Adventure Components Summary:

Frisk went to Mt. Ebott for a reason. Frisk knows exactly what's up there, in the world everyone wants to see so badly. Frisk would be happy to never see it again.

When sans wakes up (when did he go to sleep?), he’s in a dark cavern.

Which makes sense, because he lives in a dark cavern, and has all his life.

But wasn’t there…something…? He’d followed Papyrus to the castle, the human—Frisk.

The human has a name, and it’s Frisk. Somehow, he can be certain of this. Maybe a time travel thing?

Hmm. Food for thought. Sans decides to not think about it.

From what he can see without moving his head at all, he’s still in the room with the barrier. Maybe not time travel, then. The barrier’s glow is…redder than usual? Orange? And faint, too. It’s normally much brighter than this, isn’t it?

His newfound certainty tells him that the barrier is gone, that that glow is from the sun rising on the Surface, and that Frisk is responsible for this—the barrier, not the sunrise.

Is it worth turning his head to check? He gave up on ever leaving this place a long time ago. Is it really worth getting his hopes up for freedom?

“WOWIE! Looks like the barrier is gone! That’s neat!”

Oh, nice. Papyrus is here. It’s probably fine, then.

“And! Th-the human! Is…taking a nap????” Papyrus’s voice cracks.

Oh, fuck.

Well, there’s sans’s ‘sense of crushing failure’ quota for the year. Door lady meets him for the first time and he immediately passes out while her human dies. Great.

Welp.

“My child…?” Toriel’s familiar voice stamps home his absolute failure to protect her kid. Shit, fuck. Poor kiddo. He’d really thought…

“Ah. It appears they are sleeping. See, Papyrus? They are still breathing. Humans only breathe when they are alive and well,” Toriel explains.

Sans closes his eyes for a quiet sigh of his own.

Oh, thank hell. DETERMINATION wins again.

Sans can’t say he loves what that stuff can do, but the h—Frisk is as full of it as anyone he’s ever seen, and apparently, it let them do the impossible. The barrier is broken and they’re not dead, just sleeping. Probably resting off the burnout of too much DETERMINATION at once. It’s going to be…alright, maybe.

Things might just be OK.

The thought gives Sans enough strength to open his eyes and get up. Time to face the day, and all.

Facing the day turns out to be a lot like sitting vigil. The kid sleeps for hours and hours, sometimes squirming, sometimes crying out in pain. Trying to wake them does nothing but provoke more whimpers, so Toriel demands that they all give the kid space.

Around six hours in, Asgore retreats back to his kingly duties. He clearly wants to stay, but Toriel just as clearly wants him to leave, so he mutters something about getting ready to move and glances over his shoulder a whole lot as he goes. Undyne goes with him for emotional support, and Alphys for logistical support, and Papyrus for…enthusiasm support?

Sans should probably do something, too, but frankly, the kiddo has the right idea. And Toriel is with them, too. A new friend and an old friend and an excuse to nap; right here is exactly where sans wants to be.

Frisk sure takes their time waking up, but that’s fine. If there’s anything sans and Toriel have in common (besides their senses of humor, that is), it’s patience.

It’s around the fifteen-hour mark when the kid stops squirming and crying out and starts straight-up crying. Toriel’s heart is breaking immediately. Sans’s is, too, a little. The legendary fallen angel who saved the monsters is looking an awful lot like a little kid in pain right now.

Toriel begins to speak softly to them.

“It is just a bad dream, my child. You will wake up, and it will be over. We will…I will make you a cinnamon-butterscotch pie, and you can tell me of your adventures. All is well,” she soothes. She runs a careful paw over Frisk’s hair and gives sans a strained smile.

Her tone is soft, but her eyes are frightened. She could probably do with some reassurance right now. Support. A friend?

Ah, fuck, but sans isn’t good at this. Never really has been, with anyone but Papyrus. He can try, though.

“uh, what she said. i’ve heard a lot about this pie, frisk, are ya really gonna make me wait to try it out? besides, uh, that time i tried making it. trust me, kiddo: the less said about that, the better.”

His attempt at pie hadn’t actually been bad per se, but Toriel is giving a brave giggle, so sans can excuse a white lie. The kid is still silently crying.

“aw, buddy, you’ve got the wrong baked good…it’s cake that’s s’posed to be in tiers,” he says. Toriel gives a tremulous smile.

Frisk sobs and thrashes.

“Frisk…!” Toriel pets their hair harder. Their head moves a little with each stroke. “This is all just a bad dream…! Please, wake up…!”

And after a way-too-long nap, the kid does.

Frisk gasps awake, panting and still teary, and Toriel immediately backs up, giving them space. All of her fear melts away like it was never there, replaced with a gentle smile.

Wow. Being a parent must take a lot of work. Looking at the love in Toriel’s eyes now, though, and the way the kiddo instantly turns to her and relaxes, it looks…well, Sans can see why she wants so badly to mother them. The way the kid’s face is now, you’d think nothing could hurt them while Toriel’s around.

It must be…nice, to be needed like that.

“Oh! You are awake! Thank goodness!” Toriel says. She clasps her hands in front of her.

Frisk frowns and looks around, bringing one hand up to touch the tear tracks on their face. They look between sans and Toriel, and then at the otherwise empty room around them.

“you were out for a bit there, bud. i mean, i’m all for sleeping, but maybe get to a bed next time, yeah?” sans suggests. Frisk keeps looking around them for something…someone?

Whatever it is, it doesn’t come. Frisk makes a small, sad noise and hugs themself.

Toriel looks to be physically restraining herself from going over there and wrapping them in a hug. To be fair, looking at their face, you’d think their brother died or something. But before she can decide whether to try to comfort them or not, Frisk points to the east, where the barrier had been.

“Oh, the barrier?” Toriel asks. Frisk nods.

“Ah. The barrier has fallen. The room to the east leads outside, now.” Toriel inches forward, like Frisk won’t notice her getting closer if she’s sneaky about it.

Frankly, sans isn’t sure why she doesn’t just give in and give the kid a hug or something. Frisk clearly needs one, and it isn’t gonna come from sans. He chalks it up to some parental instinct telling her the kid needs space, or something.

“We were waiting for you to wake up before we leave. I believe your other friends are letting everyone know to get ready,” Toriel says.

Frisk stares at sans.

“who, me?” he asks. “nah. that looked like a lot of effort. just let me know when you’re ready to go.”

They cock their head. Toriel seems to take this as a sign to sweep them into a gentle embrace and cuddle them close. They don’t seem to mind.

“Say your goodbyes, my child. We will be waiting here when you are ready,” she says, giving them a squeeze before setting them back on the ground. Frisk’s brow creases.

*For sure? they ask, looking intensely at Toriel.

Her heart visibly melts. “You may take all the time you need, my child. It seems you have made a great many friends since I last saw you. We will be patient while you prepare whatever you need to.”

Frisk insists. *Promise you won’t go up before I come back?

Toriel kneels down to their height, and says solemnly, “I promise, my child.”

Frisk transfers their heavy look to sans. Ah, he should have known better than to think he’d escape.

“who, me? heh, i’m in no hurry.” He’s really not. In fact…he grabs Frisk’s stick off the ground where it fell earlier. “i’ve got time to ‘stick’ around.”

He makes a cymbal crash in the background and winks. Toriel laughs out loud; Frisk smiles a little, but doesn’t lose the stress lines on their face.

*You two should say goodbye, too, says Frisk. They fidget with the hem of their sweater, hunched over like it’s a heavy weight.

“Thank you for your thought, child, but I have been prepared to leave this place for a long time. I have said my goodbyes,” Toriel says, petting Frisk’s hair. Frisk flinches at the reminder of the monsters’ long imprisonment.

Frisk looks to sans as they lean into Toriel’s paw like they’ve never been pet before. It’s almost too cute.

sans shrugs. “i don’t have to say goodbye to anything. we’re all making it to the surface together, right? it’s a nice day. nothing lost.”

Frisk looks down at the ground, pushing into Toriel’s paw a little more before reaching up to remove it.

*I have to go get something. Don’t leave without me, they say.

“Of course, child,” says Toriel. “I promised, did I not? We will not leave you.”

Ah, is that where this is coming from? Abandonment issues? That sucks. Poor kid. Well, least sans can do is offer them some peace of mind while they run their errand.

“sure, kid,” he says, deliberately casual. Like waiting around here instead of seeing the sky for the very first time is just whatever.

Eh. He wants to wait for Papyrus to go out, anyway. It won’t be any fun without his brother—Paps’s reactions are half the fun, here.

Frisk sticks out their smallest finger.

“huh? what’s that?” sans asks—but luckily, Toriel seems to know.

“Ah…you want us to give you a ‘Pinkie Promise’? Would that make you feel better?” she asks. Frisk nods solemnly.

“Very well. I ‘Pinkie Promise,’” Toriel says, holding out her paw. Frisk carefully wraps their finger around her smallest claw and makes a handshake motion.

So, a Pinkie Promise is…like a promise with a handshake? Or something?

When the weight of Frisk’s expectation falls back to sans, he hedges, “eh, i’m not one to make promises…”

Toriel gives him an amused glance, probably under the impression that Frisk doesn’t know about his promise to her. Whoops. Well, it all turned out alright.

Frisk continues to stare at him.

“that look on your face…” sans sighs. “you’re not leaving until you get a promise out of me, are you?”

They’d do it, too. Frisk had worn Undyne down until she didn’t want to kill them anymore; they’d definitely stare sans down until he broke—however long it took. Even if they can’t outlast him in patience, they do beat him out in determination.

No use delaying the inevitable. There are worse fates than waiting around for the kid.

“you’re really making me pull my wait here,” he tells them. “but fine, if it’ll take a wait off your shoulders. i’ll be here until you come back.”

He offers them his pinkie, which they grasp firmly and bounce once. The most sacred of vows is made.

Frisk offers him a solemn nod before they scurry off to parts unknown.

It’s not long at all before Frisk returns—just long enough that Toriel has remembered that she didn’t bring anything for Frisk, and that they might need any of the things kids need on the surface. Or, sans suspects, she’s remembered that she wants to make them a pie. She’s talked often enough–and fondly—about how she used to prepare a special pie for her children…she asked sans to stay and wait for Frisk, and to let them know that she hasn’t abandoned them and will in fact be returning with a surprise, and that she is very excited to see the surface with them. sans had to promise again (ugh, commitment) that he wouldn’t leave until Frisk came back, just to stop her from worrying herself out of it.

Not that he’d mind her company while he waits around, but she’s talked once or twice about how much she misses hearing little feet run through her home. If she wants to do something nice for the kid, he’s not gonna stop her.

It helps if he doesn’t think of this as another promise, just…reinforcing his earlier one. As long as he doesn’t go outside before Frisk comes back, he’s golden. Can’t be more than a few days, at most.

And speak of the human, Frisk is already darting back down the hall, out of breath. Were they sprinting?

Huh. They’ve barely been gone twenty minutes, and already they’re scampering back like he might have disappeared while they were gone.

Those are some abandonment issues. sans can understand why Toriel was so worried about stepping out for a minute.

He adjusts his posture to be even a touch lazier, deliberately not looking to the east. see, kiddo? just waiting, like i said. nothing to worry about.

Out loud, he says, “that was fast. take a shortcut?”

*No, Frisk says, solemn. They glance around the room and…falter. *Mom?

Right, right. “she said she’s comin’ right back. went off to get something ready. just between you and me, kid, there might be a surprise in your future.”

He winks his left eye, but the kid’s returned smile is off. A little too tense around the eyes as they process this information, before they shake their head a touch too firmly and walk to the eastern end of the room.

Sans strolls behind them, but keeps his distance. They’re looking pretty worked up.

They’re only getting tenser as they approach the doorway to the Surface. sans has a bad feeling about this.

“you know, if you wanted to go with tori, i’m sure you could. she’s a real nice lady, be happy to see you. besides, i know a shortcut. we could catch up with her in no time,” sans offers. Heh, literally no time…because no time would pass while he’s taking his shortcut…

The kid is stone-faced. Well, they can’t all be winners.

Well, they’re less stone-faced and more…biting their lip and clutching something in their pocket, shifting back and forth on their feet like they can’t decide where to go. Indecision weakens the rigid line of their shoulders for a moment and their foot creeps an inch towards him, but they don’t turn around, staring at the portal to the world they’re from and wavering.

Then their resolve firms up, and they take the last step to stand in the doorway where the barrier had been. They go no further. They turn their back on the surface, and face sans, but don’t meet his eye. Their hair falls in their face and they don’t move it aside.

They’re, uh.

“lookin’ pretty fierce, there, kiddo,” sans says gently—cautiously. “getting ready to face the world?”

He doesn’t like that look at all. The squared stance, feet placed apart but poised to move in any direction, the broad set to their shoulders—it’s like they’re…filling up space? Trying to look bigger than they are?—no, it’s like they’re…putting down roots. Unstoppable force turned immovable object. Like they’re gearing up for a fight, or like they’re protecting something.

Protecting something, but not necessarily from sans—or at least, not sans alone. Their head is cocked slightly to hear behind them, and their weight centered to spin. Evidently they don’t plan on giving ground in any direction.

Now, sans has seen Frisk do a lot of things. Nonsensical things, funny things, concerning things, sad things. But even before their almost-fight with Asgore, he’s never seen them really prepare to FIGHT. Even in front of Undyne, when sans had been dead certain they would kill or be killed, they’d darted away again and again. He was pretty sure they’d been planning to sprint through the rest of the Underground with her on their tail, if she hadn’t had some trouble with Hotland.

It had given him…a lot of confidence, actually. Every time he’d seen no way around violence—their battles with Muffet, the guards in Hotland, Mettaton’s live TV battle with them, Jerry—he’d looked back at it all before meeting them for judgement. There were a lot of encounters Frisk had had with absurdly specific or seemingly random solutions. sans had thought most times that the only way for them to get through was to kill the monster in question. Not out of malice, but because their opponents would have killed Frisk, for the most part, without a second thought.

It takes a certain kind of person to ACT instead of FIGHT back when the monsters around them are choosing to FIGHT each turn. Gambling their own life in the hopes that they’d be able to SPARE someone who wouldn’t do the same for them…even if sans’s vague suspicions about their DETERMINATION are correct, there’s only so many times DT can bring a person back from the brink. They’d risked a lot to find a peaceful route that sans would have given up on, if he were them.

Frisk has shown time and time again that they’re DETERMINED to avoid killing anyone. Even when it would be understandable, even when it would be smart. They’re a pacifist, through and through.

So what brings a person like that to stand where the barrier had been, trembling violently, but preparing for the FIGHT of their life?

“uh,” says sans. He’s not really sure how to handle this. “we did get through the last FIGHT, right? there’s not something nasty waiting for us on the other side of that barrier?”

Come to think of it, he doesn’t know why exactly Frisk ended up down here. He’d figured it was for the obvious reason, but…

Frisk won’t look at him. They stay tense. That looks exhausting.

“bud,” sans says. “buddy. frisk.”

He takes a step forward—he can’t see their eyes, but he knows they’re watching him like a hawk. Their whole body shifts to track him, while keeping their guard up behind them.

*No one is fighting anyone, they say.

Sans gives them an obvious once-over. They’re more geared for a fight than just about anyone in the Underground, right now.

He takes another step. “sure doesn’t look that way.”

*No one is fighting anyone. Because monsters will never go to the Surface.

So that’s how it is.

The FIGHT begins.

(continue reading on ao3)

#undertale #frisk #sans #undertale fic #genfic #uh. how do tag #is that good enough??#finally beginning to post links to stuff on here #writing tag

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smoldevelopingcookie · 5 years ago

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Initial thoughts during Plus Est En Vous

So I wanted to post this the day it came out but life got in the way, but here it is!

-love the recap

-Eugene is telling the story, that worries me

-feels like a movie, love it

-Arianna has her memories back!

-also, she's back!

-she's a great mother

-they ride together!

-wind in my hair elements!

-wind in my hair is background music!

-poor Eugene, he's trying his best

-I'm worried about Edmund

-the bird!

-he trusts his son!

-Woah, Raps is ready to lead

-I love how Varian doesn't mind he isn't the biggest threat they've faced

-Varian can play the piano!

-he's so enthusiastic!

-helping Rapunzel!

-they all sing with her!

-RAPS AND EUGENE'S DANCING IS THE BEST THING EVER

-Also, he finally got to dance with her

-The animals!

-also, is Varian going to drink that cause I don't think he should?

-ADRIANA AND FREDRICK DANCING IS AWESOME!

-The whole song number was great!

-I actually never noticed Raps doesn't have a nickname for Eugene

-Varian taking his drink like a shot, I'm worried

-The isolation was worth it!

-I relate to Eugene, hate snow

-Woah, somebody is angry

-Lol Raps is just savage

-look at my children climbing that like it's nothing!

-oh, Varian better listen to him, don't get mad!

-why?

-alright, just hope this doesn't turn into a grudge for the rest of the episode

-Holy cow that's huge

-that in the middle looks like demanitus when he was a monkey

-Lance is just awesome

-coool

-Varian's face

-Raps trying to give Eugene a nickname is cute

-unfortunately, it isn't a good one

-was demanitus obsessed with monkeys?

-did he have a pet monkey?

-Raps is definitely keeping the nickname

-whoosh he wrote a box

-Varian really spent want Lance to touch anything huh? New catchphrase?

-I wonder if the monkeys are trying to protect the book

-no, LANCE!!!

-Varian really tried

-I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH THAT!

-Varian no longer cares about anything else that's going on

-Eugene's face when he finds out

-Holy, I still love Max

-He should have gotten more screen time

-Agreed

-oh yeah Varian can read that

-heh the monkey is still on Raps

-weird laugh, please stop

-yay Owl!

-Edmund, you are completely right

-lol, I think Eugene and Edmund had some quality time together, love that

-Why you gotta be like that Raps?

-New Dream is relationship goals

-I really don't want anyone to cry in this episode (looking at you Eugene)

-Imma cry, it's been so long since we saw Varian and Quiring have a nice moment together

-That Cape, nice job animators!

-omg Rudiger is that you?

-I still love that bird

-Eugene is amazing, as always

-He knows she can do it, so he says good luck

-heh heh heh, Mom come pick me up I'm scared

-so a real eclipse is happening?

-will the moonstone overpower the sun?

-nice! That didn't take too long to make!

-what ya doing Quirin? you're scaring me.

-oh no

-huh?

-thank you for listening Varian! (also, character growth!)

-Eugene trying to make Varian feel better is good too

-so what is zhan tiri? Snake? Goat?

-oh it looks like Raps has some kind of stone like the moonstone but with the sun

-uh, I suggest you RUN!!

-No matter what, I still love that bird

-alright no problem, just everyone sucked in by a portal going to I forgot, no problemo

-I love how Raps isn't mad at what Cass did, she is cherishing the memories she's had with her

-Pascal also being sad is just... It breaks my heart

-Very nicely written song, Melody is quite catchy

-Wonder what Cass was doing in Raps' room

-I was right! Demanitus did have a pet monkey!

-I feel like Zhan tiri and Demanitus were close friends

-Ahhh I see what she means by 'worse prison

-weird looking place

-no, no, NO

-Kay, just saying but if they actually talked to each other they wouldn't be in this position

-no words for what I saw

-Pascal looking ready to fight!

-I love how Raps had had enough and is going full speed ahead

-Eugene is legit qualified to be King

-omg Kiera calls Varian V

-The stripe is alive!

-okay maybe that's why Zhan tiri is like she is?

-I love how much time we're having between Edmund and Eugene

-Raps is really trying, I love that

-why did Edmund have to be controlled too?

-Eugene gonna make me cry (Raps personality got to him)

-heck yeah! Max come at them!

-lol why can't I have someone like Eugene in my life?

-Yeah finally! The screen time Max deserves!

-this is really gonna make me cry

-lol "you're my best buddy!"

-heh if I have a complete meltdown, you'll know why

-okay, I still need time to process this

-those rocks are coool

-yay they're all going to try! Probably not going to go so well but still!

-Fredrick has a pan, that's something I thought I'd never see

-finally Cass has realised what she's done

-that moment can't be described in words

-heh, that's not so good

-getting some 'Enchanted' and 'Aladdin vibes IDK why

-why are Cass and Raps not affected?

-thank you for slapping her

-not again!

-nice job!

-Raps finally decided what she wanted to do with her hair!

-wait so did everyone die and were then resurrected by Raps?

-I love parallels

-It's really had to let go and welp, I'll talk about this more in a future post

-everyone became something and that makes me happy

-finally they're engaged!

Alright, so these were my initial thoughts! I'll be posting an overview soon! Bye for now!

#plus est en vous reaction #rta rapunzel #rta season 3 #rta spoilers #rta Rapunzel #rta eugene #rta cassandra #rta varian #plus est en vous spoilers

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wheremytwinwatches · 4 years ago

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[Where My Twin Watches]: Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood Episode 32

[Tephi]: Finally.

Last time: Ed set extreme debt repayment terms, Kimblee gave a gift, and Scar dabbled in facelifting. Onwards!

The search for Shao May continues, although all the Elrics have found so far are little black and white pugs, not pandas. Meanwhile their quarry is with the person they’re actually trying to find for lessons, grabbing supplies for the road trip north. Episode 32 - “The Fuhrer’s Son” Ooh! An episode around the Fuhrer’s kid? We’ve seen a him a few times when Bradley’s with his family, I’m down for an episode that explains how this all works. We know that he’s adopted, but not why the Fuhrer’s gone and gotten married as well. All just a cover to pose as human? At the train station once more, Conductor’s sending off an East City train. May runs through the crowds, slowing down by some MPs who are discussing Scar. Meaning she’s distracted and bumps into someone, dropping her groceries and Shao. Whoops. Nothing to see here, officers? ...uh… So we aren’t actually supposed to buy this disguise, right? I mean, I’m fairly certain that’s a dude in a paper-thin disguise as an old lady. Keeping track of the Xing princess? If so, for who?

Wow, for a princess in a faraway land May is really free with her information, saying that she’s transferring to a North-bound train. Then again, she decided Yoki was a person of good repute. Disguised Old Lady notes… whoops. Apparently she actually is a lady, seemed confused at such an odd cat following May. Later that night, down in the sewers, a cloaked figure is supporting another. Wait, Scar is here? Then who was the cloaked figure that May guided onto the train? I’d thought that it was Marcoh still recovering from his Hand of Rearrangement, but for some reason they’re down here in the sewers and not on the outbound train. How do they expect to get to the North, then? Cops are chasing the duo with flashlights and guns, until the duo becomes just Scar pulling a Creepy Clown at them. Rockslide, and escape through the dust. Later, coppers! In Central Kimblee’s going over the case files, noting that the Scar Sightings are trending towards the West. Buddy, I get leaving a false trail, but how far are you going to go before turning right? Kimblee’s on the case now, takes his entourage of Blue Shirts to a large marble building… and passes an old lady with a cane and shawl on the stairs. Once at the train station could be brushed off as odd, but seeing her here now? Old Lady, what are you up to? Kimblee even picks up on it despite this being his first interaction, calls her suspicious but then turns back to pursuing Scar. Methinks you’re going to regret that later. A church bell is ringing on a clear day, we’re UUUUUGH we’re at Maes Hughes’ grave. Stop reminding me of his fridging, show. Roy is paying his respects as YOU. Ok, who is Old Lady? She shambles up and makes small talk with her, do you… … … WHAT GENERAL GRUMMAN?!

Wow, just… wow. Ok, back to serius biznis. I know that it’s difficult, Roy, but keep it together. Dude may be eccentric, but he is a General. You called him for a reason. The Elrics are taking a break from the fruitless panda search to look up Alkahestry in the library. Oop, back to the Colonel and the General. Grumman’s been updated on Central being controlled by the Goths, and his minions scattered/held hostage. Grumman talks about how he himself was asked about his opinions on immortal soldiers, when he dismissed the idea as ridiculous he found himself transferred to the East. On the plus side it means he was free from the Goth’s corruption, but unfortunately it’s left him off to the side cleaning up messes. Even the small successes he’s earned, like pacifying the Liore riots, were undone when Central forces were deployed to replace his own. And here he is, so close to retirement welp he’s dead. Nice knowing you, ya kooky general. Alright, so the General’s in on the plan. But more immediately important to our heroes, he recognises the panda sketch that Roy is carrying. Quick, to the library! No luck for the Elric brothers, in all the library they can’t find anything about Alkahestry. Guess they’ll have to head to Xing- HE RETURNS! ALL HAIL THE MIGHTY ARMSTRONG!

Towering over the bookshelf, he easily pushes them aside to reach the shocked Ed, then shushes him for being loud in a library. Never change, man. Well, I dunno if I’d have send The Mighty Armstrong to ‘quietly’ tell Ed about his target moving North, but you gotta use the tools at hand. Ed’s got a path now, time to- A letter of introduction? For ‘her’? Someone past North Command, at a spooky looking black wall-

-an officer nicknamed “The Northern Wall of Briggs” Major-General… … … … Major-General Armstrong Tank-Lady is Major-General Armstrong … … YYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS Move over mid-ep character cards, I no longer care about Mrs. (?) Grumman or even the Fuhrer’s adopted kid Selim Bradley. You think that you can tell me that there is another Armstrong in this setting, who’s basically in charge of the Night’s Watch?! Fudge that, push those nobodies aside and get moving north!

Wait The new Armstrong… how is she related to our current version? She didn’t look old enough to be his mother, and sharing the same name… Tephi. Tephi. So help me, if you knew that we would be getting to a sister of The Mighty Armstrong and didn’t make me watch this show faster- Screw it. Calling it now, I need to see The Powerful Armstrong as soon as possible. I am now updating at least twice a week, Wednesdays for sure and whenever I can fit an episode in elsewhere. I need this character! Ok, freakout is mostly over. Moving on! Scar and Marcoh are still heading the wrong way, although as they’re on a bridge over a bunch of train tracks I think I know their plan now. MPs are catching up Scar and now-obviously Yoki, the two are cornered on the bridge… just as a train whistle blows! Now, as long as the cops just stand there and don’t try to move forward and restrain you, this should work. Oh yeah, smoke from the train! That’ll help, the cops just stand uselessly as the train passes and the two fugitives are obscured, and are shocked to see them gone after the train passes. A+ job fellas, I’m sure your boss will be happy with your performance. Wait, train for West City? Why? Don’t you need to go north?

Poor Al is still pouring over the books for any hint on Alkahestry, remarking May’s use of long-range transmutation. Huh, so Alkahestry differs in being more capable of medical uses and in ranged abilities? I wonder if Alchemy has any advantages over it? Sudden shorts? Ah, it’s you. The kids who I was initially excited to learn more about but now view only as an obstacle from The Powerful Armstrong. Go on, shoo! Ok, fine. I’ll give you points for recognizing Al as the Fullmetal Alchemist’s brother, not Fullmetal himself. But as exciting as it is to meet a Main Character, watch the volume; this is a library after all. Selim/Fuhrer Jr. asks about all the books Al has piled around, Al wishwashes about researching medical techniques when Ed runs up, yelling about heading out of town. Aw, Selim’s a fan of Ed, too! Doesn’t know enough to not call Ed short, though. Ed is angry rrright up until Selim’s Secret Service put guns up to his head. What, you two didn’t know this was the Fuhrer’s kid? Awkward… No, scratch that, this is awkward. Getting invited to the Bradley household for tea? How did that happen? I get that Selim is a fan of the Elric Brothers, but still… smalltalk has turned to Selim talking about learning Alchemy and working with his father. Ouch. They can’t know what Bradley is really up to, of course, but it’s hard reconciling what we know with this little family, a son in awe of his father and a mother wistfully remembering their first date. Um. Papa Bradley’s home. And he is NOT happy to see the Elrics. He’s already been established as their enemy, holding the threat of harming Winry against them. To walk into his own home and see those two sitting across from his wife and kid? Simple cover or something more, he’s clearly taking that as a threat.

The awkwardness increases! Ed struggles to reconcile this peaceful little family with the truth, and Bradley makes a veiled reference to Ed’s own family before heading back to work (Selim pouting at the briefness of the visit), with Riza following behind Eventually Ed and Al make their goodbyes, promising Selim that they’ll visit again later. I wonder, will that be before they at best arrest or at worst kill his adoptive father, or after? Regardless, time to move on. North! Scar and Yoki are still hanging out in their train car, as Kimblee’s goon squad searches others. Kimblee looks over the map, notes the rocky mountains. Train slowing down at curves, with a person who can change the ground for a safer landing? They jumped off way before West City, and Kimblee sees something to the north that makes him grin. North, north, north, everywhere we look people are heading north. Let’s get there already! Post-credits scene! Ed and Al are on the train, looks like Ed’s added some winter padding to his regular red coat outfit. The brothers remark that it might be neat to see some snow, they never got much back home. Weak midwest winter weather, am I right?

#wmtw #where my twin watches #full metal alchemist #full metal alchemist brotherhood #fmab #fmab 32

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incorrectsmashbrosquotes · 5 years ago

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Total Drama Smash Bros: Episode 2, Part 2 Something Fishy This Way Comes...

*Wario wanders around a dark and fog-filled campground by a lake, looking in vain for the tell-tale signs of the Camp in question, unfortunately it seems like he's in the wrong place*

Wario: Welp, that's it, I'm lost. Sakurai damn it! What's a guy got to do to steal a measley twenty-million around here!?

*An unknown 1st Person POV shot begins tracking Wario through the abandoned campground while breathing heavilly*

Wario: Dammit Ganondorf! You couldn't of hidden your summer camp of torture somewhere more accessible?! And what's this shit about not inviting me to help in your revenge fetish story?! And what the hell is up with this place?! Camp Crystal Lake?! What kind of bullshit name for a camp is that?! You might as well name it Camp Super Happy and be done with it! Why I outghta-

*Wario is interrupted from his rant by the 1st Person POV approaching behind him. Wario turns to see a massive mountain of a man in ragged clothes wearing a hockey mask and wielding a machete.*

Wario: Oh, hey there buddy. You okay? You're breathing kind of heavy. You need a cough drop or something?

*The man does not respond, merely continues breathing heavily and glaring at Wario*

Wario: Hey, buddy! I'm talkin' to ya! *More silence* Look buddy, you're kind of violating Wairo's personal space, so I'm gonna have to ask you to back off.

*The man does not respond, merely lifting up his mask and allowing Wario to see his face before replacing it*

Wario: Woah! Buddy, that's one hell of a condition! I've got some skin cream in my bag, here let me get it for ya. *The masked man raises his machete as Wario fishes through his pack.*

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Back at the Fishing Grounds

*The boats have shoved off and the teams have departed. Some are doing well! Others are doing... not so well.*

(Erdrick and Robyn's boat)

Erdrick: I got one! We're eating good tonight!*Begins reeling in his line*

Robyn: Wow. That was fast.

Erdrick: Almost here... almost here...! *he reels it in revealing it to be... an old boot* Aw, tartar sauce. *he glumly throws the boot into the boat*

(Roy and Samus' boat)

Samus: Jeez, how do you use this thing? It's so primitive!

Roy: Well, how do you usually go fishing?

Samus: I get on a aqua terrain suit, load up my spear-gun, and take the offensive. None of this waiting around crap.

Roy: Right, future, forgot. *sighs* Here, let me show you.

Samus: Right. So, where's the prime interface so I can load up the targeting system?

*Roy facepalms*

(Link and Bonny Janet)

Link: *staring at the water thoughtfully, surveying the whole area*

Bonny Janet: Oi! Elfy! Ya goona let ma in oon tha' big secret?

Link: Just determining the best place to fish. Have to take into account water currents, sunshine, and a whole bunch of other- fuck it. *Link jumps into the water and reemerges a minute later with a Spotted buck-Salmon clenched between his jaws*

Bonny Janet: BLOODY HELL! Do ya always fish like thaat?

Link, spitting the fish into the boat: My ancestors used fishing rods, but Mipha taught me to fish like a Zora. Lots more efficient.

Bonny Janet thinks for a moment before an evil grin comes over her face: Oi. Ya think ya could get moore tha' way? We git moore, oone fer each oof our team... an' wee've goot a good chance o' winnin'!

Link, pulling himself into the boat: Huh. Good idea Bonny.

*The two look over to see Marth struggling to thread a fishing line through a hook and Joker shooting into the water with his gun, trying to hit one of the fish.*

Bonny Janet: Oi! Princey! Witch-son! *Bonny throws the fish Link caught at their boat, smacking Marth in the face, knocking him down*

Joker, picking up the fish from an unconscious Marth: Thanks Bonny!

*Link and Bonny Janet give a thumbs up which Peach sees and grows frustrated*

Confessional

Peach: This is bad. Link and the imp working together?! This is seriously bad news.

(With Erdrick and Robyn again)

Erdrick: Ooh! Ooh! I know I got one this time!

*Erdrick reels in his catch only to be another boot.*

Erdrick: Gods dammit! *tosses it beside the other boot*

(With Lucina and Dark Pit)

*The two are sitting in silence together*

Lucina: Hey, DP, you want some? *holds up a bag of chocolate covered peanuts*

Dark Pit: Sure, hand 'em over.

*Lucina gives DP some*

Confessional

Dark Pit: I appreciate Lucina. She's knows that sometimes people just don't want to talk.

*Lucina suddenly gets a bite on her line*

Lucina: Shit! It's a big one! *Lucina does her best to reel in the catch. Dark Pit comes up behind her and helps her haul up on the line* Almost! There!

*The catch finally breeches the surface and they see that they have hooked a massive shark. All three simply stare at each other for a long moment before Dark Pit slowly reaches forward and cuts the line. The shark disappears beneath the waves and Lucina slowly puts down her line, curling into a ball*

(With Peach, Zelda, and Pit's boat)

*Peach, Zelda, and Pit have carefully followed Link and Bonny Janet as they've fished up a small pile of their prey to distribute to their team.*

Peach: Okay Zelda, now's your chance. Drive the wedge! Drive it!

*Zelda looks reluctnant but nods*

Peach: And Pit. I need you to sneak over and steal all those fish while they're distracted!

Confessional

Peach: I hated to drive Zelda and Pit like that, but I need this prize money! Bowser's conctant kidnapping of me, destroying my kingdom over and over, and the subsequent repairs and reparations have left the royal coffers practically empty! The Mushroom Kingdom needs the financial boost.

Confessional

Pit: I'm not sure I like how Peach is running this alliance. I want to win too, but Link and Bonny seem to be finally making friends. I know I'm not very smart, that's why I let Peach and Zelda call most of the shots... but I don't know about this.

Zelda: Oh, Link! You're real good at this!

Link: Thanks Zelda! It's good to know we're still friends even though we're on different teams

Zelda, looking even more guilty now, continues: You probably could have caught more if Bonny had contributed more.

Bonny Janet: Oi! Where do ya get oof ya pastel pint! Ah've helped more than ye've helped yer team!

Link: Hey! Lay off Zelda! She's not used to doing stuff like this.

Bonny Janet: Ooo ya! She joost sits in 'er castle 'an let's folk like ye do all the werk! Didn' know ye were soocha doormat Elfy!

Link: Zelda's done lots to help Hyrule! And I'm not a doormat.

Bonny Janet: Soonds lake soomethin' a doormat would say!

*As they argue neither notice Pit surfacing from the water beside their boat*

Red: Hey!

*Bonny and Link turn to see that Red and Leaf have come up near them*

Leaf: Both of you, cut it out! You're on the same team! You can tear each other apart AFTER we win. You're teammates aren't you? Act like it!

*Both Link and Bonny shift uncomfortably*

Bonny: Aye. Ah' suppose ah' woos a wee bit harsh.

Link: And I think I spoke rashly.

Bonny: Aye... peace? *she offers her hand*

Link: Yeah, pea- HEY!

*Both turn and see Pit swimming away with their catch*

Bonny Janet: YOU DIRTY THIEF!

Link: Dammit!

Red: Sorry guys.

Bonny Janet: Oi! Elfy! Can ye catch more?!

Link, frowning: I don't know... maybe?

*Peach, meanwhile, grabs her team's bucket of bait, a load of chum, and hurls it into the water around Link and Bonny's boat*

Link: Oooh, that's not good.

*Instantly over a dozen sharks surface around them with evil grins on their faces*

(With Erdrick and Robyn)

Erdrick: Oh boy! Finally!

Robyn: If it's another damn boot.

Erdrick: No way! It's way too big to be a boot! *Begins to reel it in* We're... guaranteed... to win! *Erdrick hauls up his catch... only to find it a massive crate full of boots*

Robyn: I don't know why I expected any different.

*A massive whistle suddenly sounds out and they all turn to see Ganondorf on the shore*

Ganondorf: And that's it kiddies! Time's up!

Corrine: Time's up! But you- You- uggh. I'm not even going to bother.

Ganondorf: Good call! Now haul in and let's see what you've caught!

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*The Campers are all assembled. The Koopas all hold fish distributed to them by Peach's team's ill gotten gains. Link and Bonny, bruised and beaten from their shark attack, glare at the three offenders. Pit and Zelda look down guiltily.*

Ganondorf: What a fishing trip that was! Way better than I thought it was gonna be.

Red: Yeah. *Glaring daggers at Peach and company* A lot more theivery than I expected too.

Ganondorf: True, but not against the rules. *Ganondorf takes in the teams* Now, only Marth and Joker managed to bring in a fish... but it's the biggest one! Goombas take this one!

*There's a bit of shocked silence before the Goombas start cheering and the Koopas look on in shock and anger*

Peach: But! B-but-

Ganondorf: If you'll recall, I said only that the team “with the biggest fish wins”. Not how many. Quality over quantity.

Bonny Janet: Boo yeah!

Link: Hell yeah! *the two high five each other*

Ganondorf: That mean that the Goombas will have the advantage in part two of today's challenge. We'll be right back with the exciting conclusion of Episode 2... of Total, Drama, Smash Bros!

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ghostmartyr · 5 years ago

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Pokémon FireRed Nuzlocke [Part 13]

Once again back at the Bill Gaiden, we continue our quest to beat the game without any grinding.

The current take on this problem is to focus on only three members of the team in the final chapter. Plus prayer and possibly lots of X items I haven’t bought yet.

I believe in you, my precious team.

...Sort of.

On whatever route I’m on, a Persian shows up. I guess I will try to catch it.

I did catch it.

Its name is Oak.

Rock Smash get, and Oak is gonna learn it for us. As our last real run taught us, Krabby is the best for HMs. Nom nom.

Sap is handling all of the Fighting trainers on this first island here. Seems prudent, given the choices involved. Plus my expectations of Sap. Sap has, by far, the largest role in my eventual plans. My child. You must take your amazing moves. Use them. And sweep all the things.

My Mt. Ember option is a Fearow, and I just can’t. I have two things that aren’t a Master Ball, I think. Sorry, Fearow. We were not meant to be.

Except Trunk can’t run from you. So I might be considering catching you.

Aha, flee accepted.

These are still dopey names.

-sigh- I tried to skip into Three Island, but it looks like you have to talk to NPCs to hit off the Biker Gang part of the Bill Gaiden. This run, having been a shrine to defeatism, didn’t bother with talking with most everyone. The cost is island hopping. Much sad. Very annoy.

“I am a video game character and my child is missing. Her name

is Lostelle.”

Video games are good.

Okay, Biker Gang subplot. Give me my exp.

GIVE ME MY EXP IN A LESS TRAUMATIZING FASHION POR FAVOR.

Later on the island, we are in the berry forest and encounter a Psyduck. With luck, it will be our box friend in the very near future.

Caught! Its name is Oak.

Don’t worry, little girl. I am the protagonist. I will save you.

By running away from the wild Hypno. Because that’s what heroes do.

Kid returned, and I think that means. I think I get to go fight Giovanni’s Gym.

Delightful.

Oak is level 50, Trunk and Sap are both 49. Bark, should she be required, is level 47.

Not a bad place to be in. Not close enough to feeling safe, but I think this has the potential to go better than Heero’s term.

Final badge. Let’s go. For added fun, I won’t even follow my map of the trainers inside the Gym. I’ll just go by guessing based on the trainer type.

Oak is level 52, Sap and Trunk are level 50. Good show, guys.

Aaaaaaand final badge! Magnificent.

Rival, Victory Road, then Elite Four, right?

That sounds doable?

Please?

I’m going to miss not having an Electric type available for the Pidgeot. And for the Gyarados. Acorn, Zaft. Your presence would be so valuable here.

I think I’m going to put Oak in front for that. Rival has enough to respond to Oak that any Sand Attacks can be swapped out. Wanting Oak for two fights in a row probably won’t happen. Hopefully.

My amusement is slowly being replaced by existential dread.

Oh, neat. The Pidgeot goes for Wing Attack instead of the awful sand. Thank you, Rival-san’s Pidgeot. I hate you and everything, but you’re a class act.

Trunk goes in for the Venusaur. It of level 53.

We get through.

I’ll actually send Sap out to (hopefully) handle the Gyarados.

Oak back in for the Alakazam. Stays in for the Growlithe.

Bloodless victory.

Hell, though. That is not a confidence boost. The levels keep reminding me how tight this really is, and I’m very short on Type variety. I know my main strategy, which I didn’t use here, is going to be massively setting up before anything else, but aaaaaaaaa.

I don’t want to go through all of this again. I’m not good enough at the game to reliably improve.

On the side of things I can do, I’m going to teach Trunk Earthquake.

And it looks very much like it makes sense for Oak to learn Ice Beam. He still has Tackle, for crying out loud. There’s room for improvement. The only problem is that hey, I still want Shadow Ball for Trunk, and guess what other TM is also a Game Corner thing?

In the spirit of bad things not happening maybe, I’m going to grab those TMs before Victory Road. No point limiting myself. I am also going to look up if I can get the Amulet coin and make some extra money, because the money situation ended up making me sad by the end of Heero and friends.

...

To. the slots.

I need 8500 coins.

Sigh.

SIGH.

170,000, is it?

Actual depiction of life’s traumas.

If I want to mess with their moves some more, I’ll do it after Victory Road. For now, this works.

Welp, no Amulet Coin for me.

There isn’t going to be much typing from here on out. Just picture a lot of screaming and crying. Because that’s pretty much what’s going on behind the scenes.

...Also I’m going to use Max Repels and the Master Ball on anything I come across. For maximum chance.

The Repel strat didn’t work out.

So I throw my Master Ball at a Machop.

Its name is Oak.

And every single time I leave the cave to heal, the switches require me to repeat their process. They fill me with hate. The smaller my team gets, the more often I have to head back to a Pokemon Center for PP aid.

BUT WE MAKE IT.

...

Fuck.

What do ya think?

I’m about to spend all my cash, so this is my last chance for move decisions.

I usually like something to know Toxic. Oak’s the best candidate for that in terms of an incomplete moveset, but I have a Dragon Claw TM that has similar value and can’t be wasted on Trunk or Sap.

I think this works, honestly. Oak for all things turtle, Sap for all things stall, and Trunk for miscellaneous everything. I can adjust after each one I beat. I have some interesting TMs I can play with, but for now, I think this is good.

What I need to think through is what X items I want. Then the rest goes into Full Restores. ...Oh. The X items are cheap, so I just buy a bunch without thinking it through.

Yep.

Elite Four.

Grindlocke, Take 2.

Okay, looking back over my records, I think I’m going to teach Trunk Brick Break over Yawn, use an X Attack, and go for the sweep.

Last chance to back out.

I hate this.

Two X Attacks, because I’m greedy. Dewgong down. It’s now Hailing. Have fun countering, Leftovers.

The Cloyster gets to the red with one Brick Break. Lorelei uses a Full Restore. Many stall tactics later, the Cloyster is downed with not much more of a mark on Trunk.

Slowbro next, but Shadow Ball should make that work. The hail stops, too, which is nice.

Yeesh, these things have high Defense. Slowbro’s in the red, uses Surf. Trunk is still green, but nearing half steadily. One more Shadow Ball, and the Slowbro’s gone. No Full Restore for it.

Lapras.

Brick Break puts it in the red, but it has a Sitrus Berry. I probably knew that from last time, but we’re really all about living in the moment, this run.

Lapras leaves Trunk in the high orange, but it’s out. Just the Jynx left. Going to spend a turn on a Potion just to keep things stable, then a Shadow Ball should mark the end of this.

And now Trunk is in love with it. In between being put to sleep.

...Okay, fuck you, game. What is Lovely Kiss’ accuracy?

75????

AND THEN TRUNK WAS FROZEN.

I knew these fights would be a bit of a stall game.

It wasn’t supposed to be in this direction.

LOVELY KISS CAN’T KEEP FUCKING HITTING YOU FUCKING AAAAAGH.

This Jynx is going to run out of Ice Punch PP before I get a hit in.

Oh thank fuck.

Would you look at that. It’s dead.

Oak’s going to be first for Bruno’s Onix, so Oak gets a Sitrus Berry for luck. Trunk’s healed back to full HP, and. Round two, get ready.

I gotta say, after everything I just went to, the sight of that Onix is a damn relief.

Only with that dealt with, the Hitmonchan’s prepped to come out.

Sap’s up. Because this is going to take a bunch of switching, I think I’ll try to stick with straight Sludge Bombing for as long as I can. Sap’s got a better Attack stat than Trunk at the moment (I think), so it shouldn’t be too rough.

Yeah, one Sludge Bomb puts Hitmonchan practically in the red, and Sky Uppercut doesn’t move Sap anywhere near orange.

Hello.

Bruno took out Hitmonchan to put in Onix.

Yeah. Switching. Oak, you’re up again.

Bye, Onix. And I’m going to leave Oak in to mop up the Hitmonchan to conserve PP. Bruno Full Restores it, but Surf puts it in the orange, so... eh, good enough. Oak takes an extra hit, but Oak’s time in this room is up anyway.

Hitmonlee.

Uh oh.

Also, bullshit, I had just used Minimize and Mega Kick’s accuracy sucks starting out, but. primarily. uh oh.

Ummmmmm.

Bad news, Oak.

I am so sorry.

Yeah, so Oak died, and now Oak is out at full health.

X Defend time.

OH SO NOW MEGA KICK CAN MISS, HUH.

Throw an X Special on the pile.

Oak uses up his Sitrus Berry, Bruno uses another Full Restore.

Hitmonlee goes down after far too long, and the Machamp comes out to play.

Surf gets it to deep orange. I’m going to use a Full Restore to be careful.

That there is a partially happy sight.

This, on the other hand...

Sap, I can give you a proper sendoff later, when my brain is doing something besides screaming. Suffice to say, you did nothing wrong, and this game hates me. Thanks for the fun, sorry you didn’t get to live longer or for your entire purpose.

I’m also looting your corpse for your Leftovers for Oak.

So Agatha’s next, right?

I finally get to see what a Snorlax with Shadow Ball can do about that.

I’m very much hoping the answer is, “something.”

Let’s dance, grandma.

First out is a level 54 Gengar. It knows Double Team, because this game really doesn’t actually want me to be happy. But Shadow Ball hits and gets it into the red. Agatha uses a Full Restore, and the next Shadow Ball actually hits too.

And now Trunk is confused.

Trunk.

Buddy.

Stop hitting yourself.

Fantastic, he does.

...Agatha has a Golbat? Ew. It’s level 54 too. It faints semi-easily, and then there was a level 56 Arbok. I’m just gonna spend a second on an X Attack, don’t mind me... Then a Full Restore so Trunk doesn’t fucking die...

Problems. We have them.

The level 58 Gengar coming out does not solve enough of them. Or any. It’s pretty much universally bad, actually.

That sound you hear is the snap of my fragile, innocent, sanity. I use a couple of X Defends instead of waking Trunk up. Then health becomes a slight issue, so you know what, Full Restore time!

Okay, great! Second Gengar dead! All that’s left is a level 53 Haunter. For. Reasons of who knows.

Okay.

I have never used the Poke Flute this much in my life.

And then it uses Hypnosis again, and it hits, again, and we do the whole dance over again, as you do.

IN A STUNNING TURN OF EVENTS, HAUNTER CURSING ME PUTS AN END TO ITS FUCKING CURSE, AND EVERYTHING IS IMMEDIATELY BETTER.

NO ONE ASKED YOU, YOU DAMN OLD LADY. YOU AREN’T A GENKAI. YOU’RE NOT EVEN CLOSE TO A GENKAI. FUCK YOU.

Hell, let me think.

Lance.

Dragons.

He has... two Dragonites, one Dragonair, a Charizard, and an Aerodactyl? Maybe?

I’m not banned from looking things up, but it hasn’t felt sporting to check up ahead of time. And no matter what, I think the best strategy I have here is to throw Oak in, toss on a ton of X Defends, and pray. So it doesn’t really matter what he has.

But Oak’s learning Toxic.

As a kid, I always thought Lance was just the coolest. Lance is a bitching name, and he has a dragon theme, and then he has a fucking cape. Top ten video game heroes.

As an adult, I hate Lance so much. Even the dope cape can’t spare him.

Oh hey, it’s a level 56 Gyarados. With my favorite move. Dragon Rage. That’s actually great, and it should feel free to keep using it. Dragon Rage doesn’t get critical hits. Yeah, actually, this is perfect. I’m just going to stack Oak with everything and not switch.

All of Dragon Rage’s PP later, Toxic can’t hit anything apparently, and it’s a contest of Biting. Cute.

THEN IT USES HYPER BEAM AND THE HYPER BEAM, NATURALLY, GETS A CRITICAL HIT, AND OAK HAS 15 HP AS HE LANDS THE FINAL BITE TO KILL THE FUCKER.

...Well. The poison kills it. But the feeling is there.

Look, there’s the Dragonair.

Look, it’s using Outrage.

Look, Outrage got a critical hit.

Look, it��s me crying from sheer stress.

Look, it’s the miracle of me getting a critical hit for once. It dies.

...Then out comes a second Dragonair.

Level 54s, btw. I forgot. Too many other horrible things were going on.

Oak takes that one out too, then it’s the Dragonite.

I think you just need to not die, Oak.

That works.

Aerodactyl last. Level 58.

Surf gets it.

Hate you so much, Lance.

I think the main problem here is that if I open with Oak, the Venusaur pops out, and any preparation I do during the Pidgeot round will vanish. That makes Trunk that more appealing option for an opener.

Pidgeot, Gyarados, Arcanine, Alakazam, Rhydon (?), Venusaur.

If it wouldn’t mean the Venusaur coming out, I’d just let Oak handle everything. Maybe I ought to do that anyway, and just accept that I’ll be bleeding more X Defends than I want in this fight.

Actually, wait.

Okay, no... I don’t think that’s a good move. I was thinking I could teach Oak Calm Mind for some extra boosting, and it’s not a bad thought, but.

...Actually, yeah?

Gyarados and Arcanine both have Intimidate, but Oak has Special Attack as its primaries. If I use up some X Defends on the Pidgeot to leave room for Calm Mind... the only problem would be if the Pidgeot has Whirlwind. But if it did, that would be a separate issue anyway. I can’t smash through without setup.

Max Calm Minding should make it possible for Oak to survive long enough to nail the Venusaur with Ice Beam. Barring critical hit problems. That limits the pain of removing Bite, too. If Oak’s Special is all maxed, the particular move matters less.

Done, do it.

Oh.

NEVER MIND. Blastoise doesn’t learn it. Damn.

I think I’m thinking too hard. I’ll let Oak take the Pidgeot, then Trunk can set up against the Venusaur, then I’ll just let the nightmare of switching back and for be what it will. I guess. ...

How fast is Venusaur?

Faster than Blastoise, and my Blastoise has a nature impairing Speed.

Well, I can already feel how badly this is about to go.

Sorry in advance, Oak.

Hey.

So the Pidgeot is level 59.

And it still knows Sand-Attack.

AND WHIRLWIND, OKAY.

Sorry, little gal. This one wasn’t wholly my fault.

Trunk’s going out. If I can’t have Oak kill all the things, we’ll just. Yeah.

Featherdance. Featherdance, Whirlwind, Sand-Attack, and Aerial Ace. Fuck this thing, tbqh.

Alakazam’s next.

Featherdance really can’t stand, and the Sand-Attack severely impacts Trunk’s effectiveness as well.

Ooooooh I’m not going to like myself for what I do next.

Dig like your life depends on it, girl, because it does because I am awful.

Level 57 Alakazam v level 47 Dugtrio.

But my kid’s faster. All those EVs were good for something. Bark dodges a Psychic, and since Alakazam chose Future Sight, hopefully her next Dig will spare her that as well. Too stressed. Can’t count.

Okay, how bad...

She lived.

Bark, I do not deserve you.

You did so good, Bark. Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Oak out to hopefully bait the Venusaur into showing up.

Alakazam’s Psychic packs a punch, but still a green one, and Oak’s Bite settles the matter.

Yes, the Venusaur is coming out.

The. Level 63 Venusaur. Hell.

And Earthquake isn’t super effective like I thought/hoped.

Two Growths, and Sunny Day. Oh fuck this can’t end well.

But Body Slam paralyzed it? So maybe?

Trunk outspeeds it.

It’s dead.

Oak swaps in on Rhydon because Trunk is going to be done the second he’s up against the Intimidate friends, so I need some time to set Oak up for the sweep.

It’s level 59.

This should be okay.

Sunlight faded. Want to use a Full Restore to heal up Oak in case of critical hits.

A couple of X Specials.

Should be good to go.

Rhydon down. Gyarados coming out. It’s level 59. It uses Hydro Pump, thankfully it doesn’t do much. Oak uses Toxic, and it actually hits.

Gyarados fainted.

Arcanine is up. Level 61. Need to Full Restore for caution. It uses Flamethrower. Doesn’t move Oak out of the green. Uses Flamethrower again, since it’s faster.

Oak uses Surf.

Oh.

This. This was what this was all for, in the end.

I win.

Holy heck I win.

Pidgey-Oak, Krabby-Oak... you guys did great. Thanks. ...Many, many apologies.

Sap, we never got to see you shine the way I meant you to, but you were a valued member of the team, and made a lot of things so much simpler. If nothing else, you were an inspiration to try things a little more cerebrally, and that was the only approach that was going to make a dent.

Bark...

Bark. You were the linchpin. I brought you back into a fight you had to rely on luck for, and you brought in so much of that and just... I wish it made sense to use you more.

Oak.

Trunk.

You did it.

You really did it.

I’M DONE.

MANY FAILURES, MANY SADNESSES LATER. IT’S DONE. IT IS FINISHED. IT IS WON.

HEERO. PO. SPRINKLE. ZAFT. ALLENBY.

OAK AND TRUNK STAND ON THE BONES OF YOUR PROGRESS. THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR HARD WORK.

I AM NEVER DOING THIS TO MYSELF AGAIN.

Though I might come back to another Nuzlocke, in a while. Not now. Definitely not now. But except for this being horrific, it was a lot of taxing fun. So I’m sure I’ll come up with something else to do. Maybe not in this format. I’ve been trying to learn how to make Twitch do stuff, and playing and talking takes less time than playing and typing.

Who knows.

For now, though, it’s over. Thank you to anyone who’s read these.

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