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bluebuckstallion · 3 years ago

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the sun will rise again - mlp fic

part two this is part one! part two and so on will be updated/reblogged when they are out! contents: aj and big mac are like. 13 and 15. big mac realizes she is a trans woman, and is guided by applejack, but there is much more to it than just that lol. its also a little hard for her. sappy, feel-good, tough internal conflict but overall happy fic. paragraph one is previewed here, the rest is below the cut! (note: i am aware my blog makes posts a little hard to read bc of a glitch, i am trying to fix it at the moment, i apologize D: i rec reading it on tumblr mobile or highlighting the words as you read, im sorry!)

Big Mac shuffled his hooves awkwardly. Racing thoughts fought furiously, cluttering his hurting head, and he put a weary hoof against his temple in an attempt to clear the fog. No avail. It was as strong as ever, the rushing current of rip tide sweeping him in the more he struggled. He insisted he'd never felt this way before, trying violently to shake away the thought, it made him shudder. But deep down somewhere he knew, he couldn't hide this strong feeling he'd become so familiar with. It felt like home, but he was trapped inside with the windows boarded and the floorboards were so old they were making him fall through with every step, and there were thick dusty cobwebs everywhere he tried to rest his burdened hooves. He couldn't leave. Outside of his overflowing head, there was a faint knocking at his door, though he had tuned it out completely. His thoughts whirled, and everything was making *so* much noise, the ceiling fan, the electricity in the walls, the birds outside, even the trees being rustled by the evening wind. Everything was so loud, and so muffled and far away, so close and inside his ears, they twitched eagerly trying to bat the harsh noise away, all collected into one horrid ear-piercing amalgamation of staticy sound. His fur was disturbed by his blankets, and his teeth felt uncomfortable as they grit desperately in an attempt to relax, his eyes were dry despite how much and how hard he was blinking, it felt like even the smallest thing would throw him overboard in this thundering storm of unsettlement. -

The knocking got louder. "Big Mac!" The sound was lost in the chaos of it all, but it prevailed. "Big Mac!" There it was again. It didn't quite reach him yet, though. But my, was it there. Incessant. Pounding. Oh, the headache of it all. Just adding to the pile. It hesitated. "Big Mac." The gentle coo reached him, piercing through the overwhelmingly loud silence in the air, he felt this odd choking sensation in his throat when he registered the voice, so familiar and so loving. But would it continue to be after this? The thought scared him. Fear struck his spine in striking bolts, waves of dread sulked, creeping in and making their nest in his aching body. He was so tired of coming back to this again and again, but it plagued his mind like a cold. He realized his internal monologue had been ongoing - even though it hadn't really spoke - but alas he had been lost in his own downward spiral of paranoia again, and had forgotten to respond. "Yu- uh- eeyup?" he stuttered out like he was drowning, he felt and sounded like a silly foal learning to walk for the first time again. He pushed his hoof lightly against his throat, shocked at his own lack of voice. Usually he was calm and confident, knowing what he wanted to say, despite how little it ever was. However he feared this would give way to his sister finding out, that she would know something was awry with him. "Can I, uh, come in?" the voice questioned. He nodded, then processed he had forgotten to use his words, and managed a sheepish "Yup." "Uh, okay." She responded equally as softly, her voice leaving a tinge of confusion to be interpreted. Applejack trotted in, her hooves making the wood beneath her creak as the old house settled. She nudged the door shut behind her nonchalantly with her back hoof, not taking her gaze off of what was ahead of her. She made a gesture towards Big Mac's bed and tilted her head, knowing he was a horse of few words, moreso when he got this way. And goodness, how he could manage to get into his own head. Applejack understood the feeling, more than he was letting on. Applejack got up and sat down awkwardly, glancing at her hooves as they, too, dragged over one another slowly, she never did like eye contact. Big Mac was more fidgety - he was straight-up restless, as he clapped his hooves together ceaselessly, clicking them atop one another with a hard "Clink." The silence was substantial, but it wasn't like it bothered them, usually. It drove Big Mac up the wall, he was sweating buckets thinking about what Applejack could possibly say. *Did she find out? Does she know? Does she hate me? She hates you. She knows and she hates you. She'll never forgive you. She'll never see you the same-* his thoughts were cut off abruptly. "So, big brother," she chuckled stiffly, "what's on your mind?" Blunt and to the point. She looked upward briefly, catching a glimpse of his face, caught in an uncomfortable twist as his mouth hung downward and his eyes sunk, staring blankly ahead. Neither of them looked at the other, but this again, was not unusual. When she said 'brother,' the word stung like a mosquito bite. It was barely there, but just enough to irritate him. And it grew bigger the more he picked away at it and gave it the time of day. Maybe if he just ignored it it'd heal itself, he thought. Her words in general hung high above his head, and he had forgotten to respond with the way he was over-analyzing it a million different ways inside. What was on his mind, besides this scary, burning question gnawing him alive? He gave a lackluster response to divert any inkling of anxiety, "Oh, nothing," and with that he kicked his back hooves loosely up, and they swung back down heavily in the empty air. What else could he say? The silence sat for a couple of seconds. Too long for Applejack's liking, she was growing a bit impatient with his lack of answers. She looked up and moved her head upward in tune with her eyes, rolling her head from one shoulder to the other as her lips pouted and she let out a quick exhale. She looked down at her teetering hooves again. "Nothing..." she repeated, tapping her hooves together about three times, give or take, she wasn't paying attention. "Oookay.." she said in a quiet tone, and the cadence in her voice had shifted after this minute or two of waiting. She scratched the back of her ear. "Well, if you won't tell me, I'll figure it out myself." She looked up and beamed what was supposed to be a reassuring smile, which came out rather awkward. It fell just as awkwardly. She wasn't the best at conveying emotion, but neither was Big Mac. They had that in common. "Ok, I'll spit it out, rapid-fire," she said funnily, holding her hooves up and moving one in front of the other and back again in tune with the quirky enunciation of the last word. If nothing else, she was making an attempt to lift his low spirit. She inhaled, "Is it about me? About Ma or Pa? *Granny?* Baby Bloom?" and with that she exhaled overexaggeratedly. It took a second, but the half-smile she had faded from her face as he stood there saying nothing, simply folding one hoof over his other arm, rubbing it rigidly and looking away, and what she hoped was not true, had hit her. It was about himself. "Oh.. brother," she whispered to him, "You can tell me anything," she reached her hoof up toward him, pulling it back when it was halfway there as she winced at his lack of response, not even a lean-in to her gesture, but she continued anyway. She gingerly put her hoof on his shoulder. Becoming more confident with her comforting, she rubbed his back gently. "So it's about you?" He took a second, and nodded somberly. "Hey, that's alright. Tell me what's on your mind for real now, when you're ready. If, you're ready." AJ's voice, he found, was quite calming. Big Mac shot a glance at her timidly, then down at her hooves, and back up at her, but he couldn't look too long in order to stop the waterworks from coming. He gulped dryly and looked at the wall, and after the ceiling. He watched the fan dodder decrepitly, but so sure of itself, it's purpose, rotating on it's axis, again, and again, and again. He wished he could be so sure of himself, he wasn't sure if he ever could be, though. And here, he found himself envying the rotating of a ceiling fan. What an interesting moment, he thought sarcastically to himself. Was this really where he was at? He zoned out briefly, watching the blades go in circles, and then snapped himself back to reality with a hard blink, a downward motion of his head, and a squeezing of his hooves. "I..." he started softly and then trailed off. He sighed in dejection. "I- Well, I am me. But... I'm not. I look in the mirror, and it's not me looking back. I know that sounds... stupid, but it's not me. It's not like it isn't who I am, it's just not me. And I, don't know why. I mean I think I do, but I don't - sometimes-" He took a second to collect himself and inhaled, exhaling sharply after, he put his hoof firmly against his chest, as if almost trying to coax the words out. "I'm me, but I'm not. I'm not who I'm meant to be, I, I was born wrong. My body is wrong," he shook his head, like trying to shake the bad thoughts away. "It's not mine. I was born with something wrong about me, outside, inside I'm me, but outside I'm not. But - I'm not bad or anything, it's just that there was something different. And, you know that funny feeling of those butterflies in your tummy when someone you like says your name? I'll get that, but I won't recognize my name as mine, but I do get that feeling when...ponies accidentally call me what they call fillies, even though they don't mean to and fix 'emselves right after, and they act like it's so wrong, but I still get that funny feeling of, goodness. It catches me off guard in the best way... my heart skips a beat. And I know I'm s'posed to like girls, but there was something wrong about me lovin' 'em... it feels like. I feel real guilty-like when I start getting all lovey about one. It feels like I'm not allowed, like there's somethin'.." he teared up, "different. About me." He emphasized the last word quite significantly. He began to finish, not wordvomitting as much as he was before, instead saying it slowly, as if he was really trying hard to get his thoughts out. "I- I think, I think if I were born in the right body I'd be happier, but I don't want to change me, I just...want to change how people *see me."* Applejack raised her eyebrows and looked down, pushing her hooves together. She couldn't move, and she didn't. Big Mac's welling up had turned to a tear, gently rolling down his cheek. He held his breath, eyes darting back and forth from his sister's gaze - or lack thereof. Applejack held her breath as well. "Big mac, well - gosh." she let out staggeredly, anxiously chuckling, raising her hoof to her chest as she exhaled bluntly. Big Mac felt it coming, Roaring and Crashing. The water was surrounding him still, no matter how subtle it was before, it had been growing this whole time. Internal dread multiplying like a bilious bacteria, out to get him and cover him in it's killing spores. It must've been at least neck-high now. AJ chuckled, "Big Mac, I love you no matter what. You're my family." She looked him in the eyes, "It's gonna be ok." And there was the straw that broke the camel's back. It came through gently, like a soft breeze through his hair in summer, but it broke him so, so ruthlessly. He bit at his bottom lip and released, his mouth turning to a shaky U-shaped frown, and he bawled. Oh, how he bawled. He lunged for his sister's arms, which quickly opened for him to land in. Applejack huffed as the wind left her with his impact, but she regained control of herself and softly smiled, tenderly hugging him back. His head rested on hers, as hers on his. "It's alright big guy," she laughed. "In fact, I think I know exactly what's up." She pushed him off cautiously, and held her hoof against his shoulder. His tears subsided slightly, he wiped them with a trembling hoof. "Have you ever thought that maybe you feel like you're in the wrong body, because you're really a mare? I know nobody sees you that way right now, but I could start if that's who you really are." Big mac's pupils constricted, and he felt a leap in his chest. A mare? He tried so hard to push it out, but he couldn't. A mare. A mare! He let out a small smile, "A mare..." he then promptly shook his head. "But, I can't be. I wish it was that easy, that I could just be a mare, oh I wish so bad AJ," he put his hooves together and shook them, like he was pleading. He pushed her hoof off of him, sighing and speaking again, his voice cracking from the tears and raw emotion, "But I never could. I couldn't. I wish I could, but I'm not allowed to." he sighed defeatedly. Applejack chuckled, "Says who? All it takes is you saying you can. And I'll be honest, I feel like a lot of people don't give it much thought whether they want to be a mare or not - they just are." It all clicked. They, just are. He processed it for a second, and thought, and the thoughts slipped into words, "I'm a mare," he whispered. He smiled, the most genuine smile he'd ever shown. "I'm, a mare." He laughed, looking at Applejack. "A mare! I'm a mare!" His smile faded slightly, "But Applejack, am I still allowed to like other fillies? I figure now I'll have to like colts, that's what I've heard at least, and I really don't want to-" despite his concerns, he still looked quite euphoric. Applejack laughed again, "No, Big Mac, you can still like mares. It doesn't work that way I'm pretty sure." She rubbed the back of her head, "If it's any help, you can do whatever you want... What feels right." She closed her mouth and grinned, waving her hoof in the air dismissively of any negativity, her eyes in the other direction. Stopping, she looked at the ground and fiddled her hooves, "I, I actually know a lot about how you're feeling," she spoke nervously, cautiously, dancing around her words like she had something she didn't want to admit to herself as well. "I, know how you feel - about liking mares and, and the wrong body an' stuff. Feeling like your body isn't yours, it doesn't belong to you and never will, unless you make a big change, or somethin'. I get it. I feel wrong when people say I'm a girl, but I don't reckon I'd feel right with them callin' me a boy or something either - I don't think I really feel like either." She paused, cutting herself off, "I don't expect that to make sense to you, I know it's kind of weird and all." Big Mac thought for a bit, and then nodded, "No, I get it. I mean - I don't, but, I know you're you, no matter what, and I don't care who you are, you're still my sibling." Big Mac smiled nervously, trying to make sure he was doing the right thing. "And you're my sister, Big Mac," Applejack smiled back at him. "Now, how do you feel about me calling you by girl terms? Like, sayin' she, and stuff..." she struggled to think of an example. "Oh! Like, if I meet someone, I'll tell 'em "Oh Big Mac? She's my big sister!" Applejack let out a wide twinkling grin, feeling confident and proud with supporting her sister's feelings. "I, I like that." Big Mac said shyly, and she did. "Wait, how do I do the same for you?" she questioned. Applejack stalled, she really didn't think she'd get this far. "I think... I really like being called he, and brother and such. Although to be honest I'm not your sister and I'm not really your brother, and I still like other fillies - but I'm not one of them, or not in the same way, and - I don't know, it's a little confusing. I think the only way that I'm a filly is in the sense that I'm a mare who likes other mares. I don't really know what any of this is called," he voiced embarrassedly. "I wish I did." Big Mac smirked, "It's okay you don't, I don't know either. And we can learn together, little brother." She fluffed Applejack's hair playfully and her smirk became a toothy smile. Applejack laughed and joined her smiling. "Thanks," he said, quite gratefully. "To be honest, I've known this for a really long time, I just didn't know how to say it," he looked out the window longingly, "I wish I knew how to tell Ma and Pa, or Granny," he laughed a little, "and I don't even know how to tell a baby," he uttered, trying to lighten the mood a little after bringing it back down. Big mac grinned, "Why don't we go out to the orchard, little brother?"

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thenonbinarydetective · 5 years ago

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MID Overview/Review

Ok so I redid it because tumblr broke the first one. Luckily, it gave me the oppurtunity to fix some of my grammar/spelling mistakes.

It’s actually even longer than before.

I’m thorough what can I say?

besides please read this it took a while.

· On the menu’s Extra Section there’s a trailer for Nancy Drew and the Hidden Staircase (2019). A movie that came out way before this game which is kinda funny

· The movement is a little janky, to put it in professional terms, it’s a little fast and jumpy. It took a bit to get used to the navigation.

· The problem with the movement really jumps out in the end in the tunnels. I could barely get my cursor around the Hardy Boys or even Mei.

· Also in the tunnels, if I went slightly off trail the game would FREAK out. I wanted to look around the tunnels and maybe get a bad end but our Sleuths but I couldn’t look around without being yelled at.

· This happens in other mini games and puzzles, whenever you mess up the characters make a snarky remark in your direction. Every. Single. Time. It would be funnier if it was only on a few occasions but it was every time I “messed up”.

· The graphics were obviously terrible. They also were variable…Somethings looked kinda okay and somethings looked awful. Like the quality changed from time to time. Sometimes even in the same frames. Frank, graphically, looks better than some of the other characters. When he and Joe stood next to each other, they almost looked like they didn’t belong in the same game. This goes for some of the other characters too.

· I don’t get why Frank was always in that pose? Everyone else stood awkwardly but admittedly it was a bit more normal. They stood with their hands towards their hips like how people typically do. Although there was a few times where people just grabbed their wrists for no reason.

· As someone who loves mythology and folklore (and pretty much anything that can be tied to into those) it was really cool to see the Malleus Maleficarum or The Hammer of Witches in the game. I wish it actually had more use in the game and maybe helped in some way. I know the book did some terrible things but it is an interesting read. As I do own a copy of it.

· Also my birthdate was used on the puzzle. Which was cool. It’s fun to be born on special dates. Except my birthday isn’t part of the solution but that’s okay.

· There’s a couple times where Nancy(and Frank) starts talking about clues or reading things out loud before I got the chance to look at them which was super annoying.

· The game crashed multiple times while playing

· The closer look at the clues was nice but was only okayish for me. It didn’t always work that well. Besides I’ve seen other games with the same function that worked smoother.

· I’m not a big fan of the new chat format. I prefer the old way. In this new format a lot of the dialogue options were getting cut off or the option didn’t fully describe what Nancy was going to say so I didn’t know what I was choosing.

· The text boxes were a bit buggy and there were times I couldn’t click on some of the dialogue options.

· The cutscenes were slow and the game had WAY too much talking. There was more talking than gameplay. The game was honestly just walking and talking

· I liked the text messages, they were fun and cute but they didn’t add much to the gameplay

· Lots of objects were clipping into each other

· Loading screens were always glitch

· The audio was off a lot of times. There were times when I could barely hear the characters over the background music or ambience sound. In Austria, I called Ned and Carson and I wouldn’t have even known they were speaking if not for the subtitles. Even after lowering the music and ambience sounds specifically and I still had this issue.

· Also Ned’s voicemail has changed. Did he make up with his sister?

· There were a lot of spelling and grammar mistakes. Almost every other written thing (books, pamphlets, and notes) had some kind of mistake. Hotchkiss’ book is one example.

· There were times when the pop-up text box was harder to read than the written thing. Not all the paragraphs were spaced out far enough in the boxes but were fine on the written thing.

· No “Can’t check that off yet.” The Checklist was unusable by the player. Unlike every other game. It did it automatically which wasn’t fun. I liked using the checklist.

· The game was so linear that I couldn’t really look around or do my own thing. When one thing was down you were immediately shuffled to the next thing. It basically made the checklist unnecessary.

· Terrible Animation. People moved for no reason. Just stuck in the same cyclical animation over and over and over again. They were pretty janky and awkward. Joe was the worst for me, he was constantly twitching on the screen. Frank was stock-still in comparison. No one else was that bad.

· Many of the mouth movements did not remotely match what the characters were saying. Sometimes nonexistent.

· Everyone’s EYES ARE SO WIDE. IT’S LIKE THEY DON’T HAVE EYELIDS. THEY’RE SO OPEN.

· The Parry’s curtains glitch in the sink. There’s a few plants that look weird, they had a neon glow on them. Olivia’s hands are always clipping through her robe and hair. In Moosham Castle there is a thing that’s inside a table. Both the Hardy Boys’ feet (and maybe other characters) were entirely in the ground at times. There were plenty of other problems like that.

· If I looked around a certain way while everyone’s talking at the Parry kitchen table Frank’s entire body disappears with the exception of his neck and watch.

· Some of the windows had a view of the town outside but other windows have this shine that you can’t see through.

· I’m not thrilled about the bystanders. Only the protest guy really helped. Over all they didn’t add to the game or help me at all.

· Dr. Hirst’s silhouette was kinda weird

· Also why did the game start in Austria??? That’s just weird? I thought we were just gonna start with Deirdre calling us but whatever

· I really hate the needless and honestly misplaced drama. Why couldn’t we talk to Ned and why haven’t we talked to Ned. It really pissed me off. Why would you put this directly after Ned’s whole “I Love and Support- This Could Basically Be a Proposal” Speech in Sea of Darkness? It’s just super off

· Not to mention the fact that the “Francy” moments in this game felt super forced. I don’t like what it does to their characters too. It feels like Ned isn’t trusting Nancy, which is crazy because he trusts her with his life. Frank is the more awkward Hardy Brother but that was ramped all the way up. Also Nancy completely ignoring Ned? What? They don’t feel like themselves here. It’s just off. This tone should’ve been brought in so soon, chronologically, after SEA. It’s out of place.

· Who was the female voice that was in the phone call with Ned? That was never answered. Was that a drama plot that was unfinished? Why not take it out of the game if you’re never going to resolve it? Why start an unnecessary relationship drama that’s both half-assed and unfinished?

· It’s kinda weird how in the end Nancy leaves the Parry house and calls Ned and we can hear her side of the conversation but not his. She’s just talking to herself.

· The phone friends were basically useless. If it wasn’t for the flashlight and the checklist I would say that Nancy didn’t even need her phone. And I guess talking to Damian Faulkner. 95% of the calls I made just went to voicemail. I want to chat about the case, talk to my friends, and get hints like we used to. I didn’t even know we could call Dr.Hirst about the ergot poisoning. I only found out on accident. I don’t know how many conversations I missed. Calling people used to feel important but here it doesn’t even need to be in the game it’s so useless.

· Just because this bugs me I don’t like the Hardy Boys starting their own detective agency. They began their work by working for their Dad. Who is a private investigator/private detective. Who runs a Detective Agency. Why would they start their own?? If you’re gonna make this a family business why not make it a family business? Right?

· May February, 1692 was an actual date they used. I think it was supposed to be February and they changed it to May. Earlier in the same note they used May so I’m guessing they didn’t properly finish the rest of the note.

· The lockpick game was visually glitch for me and the game itself didn’t work that great for me

· Joe’s hair makes him look like a fake blond lol. There are parts of his head (by the nape of his neck for example) that have brown hairs. Also some parts of his hair didn’t load properly on occasion and underneath was brown. Did he dye it?

· Which brings me to my next point. The hair was animated horribly. Frank and any of the other short and simple haired characters were okay. But probably only because they had short and simple hair. The longer haired characters were not as well animated.

· I randomly got double the Johnny Cakes when I made them. So Teegan and Olivia got extra.

· I will admit that making the Johnny cakes wasn’t the worst cooking minigame we’ve had in the games before.

· Frank getting the Frankenstein ones were a little obvious. It also didn’t feel as personal as the other ones oddly enough. We had a fun little dialogue about the design with everyone but Frank. He just got some cringey “I’ll eat these right away” kind of dialogue.

· I wish the truth serum was actually useful. Solving Tituba’s poem and going a bit out of the way to get the ingredients led me to believe it would be used for more than some “fun” dialogue choices. Joe and Deirdre are the only ones to use it. Which leads to some cute moments in which Deirdre admits she actually kinda likes and admires Nancy. I love her. Joe says he always tells the truth (no) so he doesn’t know how to tell if it works. I love him.

· Maybe it’s just me or the audio was off but Carson sounded different in Austria than he did in Salem.

· The use of the ergot poisoning was kinda of awesome. It’s one of the most popular theories on why Salem went bonkers and it was interesting to see it used to trick our favorite sleuths.

· The note to save Deirdre didn’t appear when I clicked on it. Frank (and I think Joe) reacted to it but it didn’t let me examine it. The bug fixed itself by closing the examination and clicking on it again.

· I love how the “ghosts” were handled. Especially them being hallucinations. My favorite was in the cemetery with the Hardy Boys and Olivia. The screen got kinda weird and everyone started to get worked up and really tense. They started fighting and you could see Abigail before they did. The build up to it was fantastic. The other scenes were cool too.

· The tunnels where the “ghosts” jumped out at every wrong (and sometimes right) turns while you’re desperately trying to escape the tunnels with Mei was pretty awesome. One of the jumpscares even got me.

· THERE WAS NO ENDING LETTER. She wrote a letter to Ned in the beginning but she never wrote a second one. Sure we sorta got to see how everything turned out at the party but it’s not the same. It doesn’t feel properly ended.

· I lowkey ship Jason and Mei. I could totally picture the two of them making out in those hidden tunnel rooms beneath Salem. Not just because I would too. This easily could’ve been another unfulfilled romance sideplot.

· Some of the books/notes really didn’t feel that helpful. I did learn some new things about Salem but I don’t feel we used the knowledge we gained properly in the game.

· The Jack O Lanterns were fun.

· The parallels between the Judges of the Witch Trials and Judge Danforth was a pretty interesting plot point. There definitely is a difference between accusing witches and accusing someone of arson when they were 9.

· Teegan’s guilt for both the shed and Hathorne house was something I didn’t really expect. It was a good plot twist. I can see how it was hinted earlier on by Lauren who says “Teegan likes to protect what’s important to her, sometimes that’s Mei.” Sometimes being the key word.

· The Hardy Boys being home-made ghost hunters was hysterical and adorable. I want them to have their own games soooo badly.

· I am completely on Joe’s side that we can’t prove that ghosts don’t exists, even if we can’t prove they do exist.

· I knew Alicia was the bad guy the second she started shit-talking Ned without knowing him. Only bad people don’t like Ned. He would never force Nancy to become a housewife, that’s not who she is and he loves her for who she is.

· I did “OK Boomer” Judge Danforth. He deserved it.

· I loved the little tidbits that we got of Frances’ and Lauren’s relationship we got to hear about. It’s really sweet.

· The comparison of Jason being a fast food cheeseburger with extra extra extra cheese and Ned being a home-cooked meal is perfect. Home-cooked meal is a great way to describe Ned.

· Either way they’re both snacks.

· Ok Jason’s ugly in these graphics but it was implied he was supposed to be hot.

· Jason could’ve been a true himbo but unfortunately he wasn’t

· TBH Ned, Carson, and Damian were the most attractive characters in the game. Only because they weren’t subjected to these graphics.

· I loved the Ghost Wavelength Spectral Analyzer 2.5 the Joe Hardy Guide to Amazing Finds but I hate the spectral analyzer itself. That mini-game was the WORST. It took forever!

· Alicia was straight up just gonna kill everyone. I’m doubting her biology knowledge.

· Also if you wanna raise kids in a more “modern” environment just freaking move. I know there was money in that real estate deal but there’s real estate in other towns.

· I love Deirdre. She’s really funny and kinda sweet. Even though she likes Ned (and maybe Nancy too lol) she doesn’t try to break them up or get between them. At least not anymore. She knows how much Ned loves Nancy. She even gave Nancy relationship advice. Which Nancy desperately needs because she terrible at this.

· This is just me but I kinda wish Nancy had an original idea for their vacation instead of just going back to Austria. Maybe let Ned pick this time because he’s the one who has to play catch up all the time and it’s only fair.

· Carson’s an adorable dorky dad and the only rich white man I trust. I’ve said it in my tweets and I will say it until I die. No one can take that away from me.

· This may be repetitive but I don’t like what this game did to Ned, Frank, and I guess even Nancy too. Ned knows about Frank’s feelings for Nancy. And now needless, useless, meaningless drama is gonna happen. I hate it I hate it I HATE IT!

· Just the relationship drama didn’t add a thing to this game. It was stupid. Especially because it was unfinished. It should’ve just been taken out.

· Joe looks 13 and way to skinny. He’s the brawn to Frank’s brain. Yes, he’s smart too and Frank isn’t weak. However, Joe is way stronger than him. If there has to be a scrawnier Hardy Boy, it’s Frank and we all know it.

· To quote Joe he’s got Man Strength™.

· Cause “Boy” is only part of the title, but Hardy Men doesn’t have quite the same ring to it.

· At times it feels like that the creators forget that Joe’s supposed to be smart too. There were times where it felt like they made him a total idiot. Though that could be personal too.

· Frank being a total Captain Obvious, perfect.

· They’re both puppies that got turned into human boys. Frank is just a calmer puppy

· Love that Mei’s going to Waverly but some of the other references fell flat. The Cat thing and the “I only smoke when I’m on fire” thing. It’s just not the same.

· Jason deserves the Not-As-Much-of-a-Jerk-as-You-Could-Have-Been Award.

· Mei’s a sweetie when she finally lets you in.

· The multiple endings seemed to have changed from different culprits to just what happens to Hathorne House and/or Teegan (I think). They seem to be pretty much the same. I did expect that as that has often been my experience with “multiple endings” games.

· I’m glad that both the Accused Witches and Lauren can get the house. It seems right for that to happen.

· Olivia’s pretty funny. I have a thing for eccentric characters. And it was funny how she tried to induct us into the coven at the end.

· The red/ginger hair superstition is a real superstition and I’m glad it was used. It’s for witches, werewolves, and vampires. Not just that gingers have no souls. (from the Malleus Maleficarum)

· If there is another game, I hope it’s the Nedcy vacation. And that we actually get to see Ned lol. I don’t get why he has never made an in-game appearance. It’s a little unfair at this point.

· Considering Emerson College is 39 minutes away from Salem and we still didn’t get him, I doubt it. Even though they mentioned both Salem and kidnapping Ned in Labyrinth of Lies.

· Also that the next one feels more like a Nancy Drew game.

· There’s no puzzles and there’s so much changed that it doesn’t have the same feel to it.

· This doesn’t feel like it took 4 ½ years to make. It feels like it took less than ½ a year. I can tell that things have changed because pretty much all the people who worked on it originally got fired. And that the Austrian game development company that took over everything (besides licensing) struggled to match the quality of the previous games.

· It definitely wasn’t beta-tested or was barely beta-tested. Quite a few beta-testers have come forward to say they didn’t get the offer to beta-test until September of this year. A month before preorder. Yikes.

· I know I got a little mean for some of the points but coddling the company by just saying positive things doesn’t help. They’ll get comfortable and give the fans worse things than this. I’m not an expert but I’ve played and learned enough games that I know some basics about how they’re made. It’s not easy but that doesn’t mean we should excuse things because of it.

· There’s been a lot of controversy with HER and Penny and this game and probably more. I’m not gonna get more into that besides mentioning that things changed because of this and not for the better.

· I probably missed somethings but whatever this is over 3000 words. I covered the basics and then some.

· This game is just a 2.5/5 for me

#nancy drew #mid spoilers #midnight in salem #ned nickerson #nancy drew games #herinteractive #frank hardy #joe hardy #the hardy boys #the hardy brothers #mei parry #teegan parry #olivia ravencroft #lauren holt #judge danforth #jason danforth #alicia cole #deirdre shannon #carson drew

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little-wintry · 5 years ago

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Simulations

((anyway i bothered to write something today and quick thanks to @mystrangeaddiction-petra-venj for recommending ‘guardian and ghost latest adventures’. anyway all i can seem to write for Zelun is sad stuff so whoops))

Summary: Zelun tries to use the Infinite Forest to help her overcome her fears, but things quickly spiral out of control.

“Okay,” Zelun said, steadying her breathing. The room around her was a blank dome. “Ready when you are, Pirul.”

Nearby, Pirul hovered awkwardly. “Zelun, are you-”

“Yes, yes,” Zelun said, rolling her eyes. “I’m ready. Ikora was right, this is gonna be the best bet we have. I’ll be fine, you’ll be here - all you need to do is flip the switch, little guy.”

“Okay,” Pirul said softly. “Beginning simulation. Memories from the Red War.” The room shifted. Soon, she was back on the Legion base in the EDZ. And Thumos the Unbroken was standing in front of her. Zelun’s body froze for a split second - her hands twitched, reaching for her gun, and suddenly she was spraying lead.

Her body moved as if it was lightning. She lept into the air, felt her Light gather in her palms, and suddenly the image of Thumos and the rest of the Cabal were nothing but ashes.

She didn’t see Pirul, but she could hear him.

“Okay. Next… Nokris.” The ugly Hive Wizard already had a fireball in his hand. Zelun ducked and crouched behind a chunk of ice. Her hands trembled slightly as she loaded her rocket launcher, before throwing herself back into the fray.

A Thrall tore at her cloak, throwing her to the ground. In an instant, a knife materialized in her palm - and she dug it into the Thrall’s icy skull.

Slinging the launcher over her shoulder, she sent a rocket careening into Nokris’s chest.

“Next… are you ready?”

The simulation Thralls still were clawing at her, and Zelun lept into the sky, landing and barely balancing on an icy spike. “Yes, I’m ready Pirul! Launch the next simulation!”

“Uh okay- oh. It uh… the simulation is running itself.”

Zelun grit her teeth. “So this is what we get for messing with Infinite Forest tech. It starts reading my mind.”

She was going to shoot out another snarky reply, a jab at her Ghost, but suddenly a meaty, three fingered hand was around her throat and pushing her into a wall. The ugly face of the Hangman leered at her.

He dropped her, throwing his mace at her. Zelun just managed to scramble out of the way. She could smell the burning fabric of her cloak.

She landed on top of one of the Servitor cages, jumping around and trying to give herself enough time for formulate a plan. The Hangman turned, lumbering towards her, and she threw a grenade before running off again.

“Hey Pirul!” She shouted. “Uh… any ideas? Recommendations?”

She could practically feel him buzzing nervously in his shell. “Uh… you-you still have your rocket launcher, you have a shotgun which might be helpful-”

The Hangman swung his mace again. Zelun could feel the heat on her face.

“Right now probably isn’t a good time to change weapons, Pirul!”

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t know!”

There was a sudden spark inside of Zelun. She grinned, running to the opposite side of the room, hanging off the side of a cage ten feet in the air.

“Nevermind,” She said, heat gathering in her palms. “I got an idea.”

She jumped, mashing her foot into the Hangman’s face, before sprinting the other way. He turned, roaring and sneering, before Zelun threw dozens of flaming, Light-charged knives into his face.

“There,” Zelun said, wiping the dust off her hands as the room faded to gray. “Okay, see if you can shut off the simulation. I think that’s good for today. I’m a little beat. We can ask Ikora to help you out next time with getting the simulation under control.”

Pirul clicked and chirped. “Uh, right… let me see…”

The room flickered - glitched out, briefly flashing from black to white. Zelun stood, suddenly, her hand cannon in her grip in an instant.

“Pirul,” She said. “If you can’t shut off the simulation, it’s okay, I’ll call Osiris or Sagira.”

“N-No, it’s not that,” He said. Zelun could see him now, his shell twisting nervously. “It… it’s taken over. It’s not listening to any of my commands.”

“Just do a total shutoff, it’s fine. We can fix it later.”

The room shifted. Four tall, Hive-made pillars. Opaque white mist shrouded anything beyond that. Zelun’s heart lept into her throat.

“Pirul,” She said. “Turn the simulation off.”

“I-I can’t!”

A silhouette began to emerge from the fog. Two giant horns protruding off the side of his head, three firey eyes, and a jagged broad sword in one hand. Zelun felt her heart stop, and she took a few shakey steps backwards.

“Pirul,” She said again, her voice trembling. “I don’t care what you have to do, just turn it off, now.”

Oryx, the Taken King, stepped forth.

“Pirul!” Zelun shrieked.

Her hand cannon dropped to the ground. Her ears started to ring - everything, memories she had bottled up for years were rushing back. Oryx, the Taken King. Oryx, the reason Mara died. Oryx, the reason Riven was Taken and Uldren was corrupted and Cayde was dead-

Every nerve in her body screamed for her to do something. Her Light was dim, but she summoned her knives - only a few, only what she could do having used her super minutes before. The King didn’t even falter.

He rushed forward, his sword cutting across Zelun’s chest. Zelun was tossed aside like a ragdoll - motionless, petrified with fear and guilt. Tears were welling in her eyes.

The King raised his sword - and stopped.

His body dissolved into nothing more than data. Zelun took a few quiet breaths. Standing behind the King was Ikora Rey, shotgun in hand.

She dropped her gun and knelt down next to Zelun. “Can you hear me?”

Zelun nodded.

“Good.” Ikora extended her hand, pulling Zelun up off the ground. Zelun’s hand drifted to her chest - the wound of the sword across her chest was beginning to bleed. Pirul darted off, and began doing his work.

Ikora shook her head. “This was my fault. I knew the Forest’s technology can be fickle. I shouldn’t have even said anything.”

“It’s okay,” Zelun croaked. “It was… it was fine before the Forest went haywire.”

Ikora sighed deeply. “Let’s get out of the Forest while we still can. Zelun, you’re riding with me.”

As they transmatted into the ship, Ikora shot a sideways glance at Zelun.

“Do you want to talk?” She asked.

Zelun sat on the floor of the ship, remaining silent. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the wall of the ship.

“Zelun?”

“Hm?” She suddenly shot up. “What?”

Ikora was silent for a second. “I… nothing. It’s okay. How do you feel?”

Zelun’s shoulders tensed. “The Forest… I’ve had nightmares before, of fighting Oryx. It’s not unusual. Es-Especially in the few months after. But…” She shivered. “I… I could never really remember… much. But the Forest remembered more than I did.”

“Your brain blocks out traumatic memories most times.” Ikora said.

“Huh.” Zelun looked up at the ceiling of the ship. “Maybe that’s why I can’t remember much.” She went silent for a minute. “I… I have a hard time remembering stuff.”

Ikora bit her lip. “You need to tell people about these kinds of things, Zelun. We have people who can help you. You don’t need to keep living like this.”

“I don’t need help.”

Ikora bit back her words. “Just… remember if you ever need someone, you can talk to me. I know it can be hard to talk to Pirul.”

Zelun stayed turned away. They rode back to the Tower in silence.

#sad fanfic #angst #destiny #destiny fanfic #the hangman #nokris #thumos the unbroken #zelun the hunter #ikora rey #oryx #the taken king

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reylo-prompts · 7 years ago

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for the loneliness will stay with me and hold me till i fall asleep

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Rey’s eyes shot open has a familiar unsettling feeling swiped through her. She blinked a few times, adjusting to the low light of the evening as the moon shed its moonlight through a few clouds. She rose up, her back stiffened as she took in the tall, dark silhouette a few feet from her. The indescribable sensation of the Force-bound invaded her; she was starting to get used to it as more and more of their impromptu meetings happened.

He had his back to her. His head tilted up ever so slightly, indicating that he felt her coming to consciousness, yet made no attempt to turn around or start the conversation like he usually did.

‘’Seriously, in the middle of the night?’’. Her tone was clipped and sarcastic, but she had to repress a hint of a smile tugging her lips. The absurdity of the situation almost too much for her nerves.

He shifted somewhat awkwardly on his feet, still not turning around. He cleared his throat before replying, ‘’I don’t exactly control it, same as you I presume.’’ She caught the sight of his fingers, crossed behind his back, fidgeting.

‘’And you’re planning on making me talk to your back until it’s over?’’ She kept her voice neutral, but the situation grew more amusing to her by the second despite her better judgment. It all felt too surreal.

Another throat clearing. He leaned on his left side before muttering so low Rey almost didn’t catch it. ‘’It felt inappropriate. Staring as you slept.’’

A bark of laugh escaped Rey’s throat before she even knew it as happening. That made Kylo finally turn around, looking confused as ever, and as Rey watched him tilt his head, brows furrowed, standing in the moonlight as a teenager about to be grounded, she laughed even harder.

Still silent, he raised a questioning eyebrow. ‘’This whole situation is just too absurd. You’re Kylo Ren, feared monster throughout the galaxy, right hand of the Supreme Leader of the First Order, and you’re just… here. In the middle of the night, feeling inappropriate to stand here as I’m sleeping. This is just ridiculous.’’, she eventually said after her laughter had died down, wiping a tear at the corner of her eye.

Kylo’s lips twitched up slightly. He blinked a couple of time, looking less menacing than ever. ‘’I suppose you’re right. I’m not quite sure what do you about it.’’

Silence fell between them as they looked in each other eyes. The wind blew. The Millenium Falcon creaked behind her. The dying fire next to her crackled.

‘’Well I don’t know about you, but I’ll get back to sleep.’’. She readjusted her cover around her shoulders but didn’t make a move to lie back down yet. ‘’Why aren’t you asleep, by the way? What time is it where you are?’’

He looked at his feet, then to his right – to Rey he looked like he was staring at the see. She saw him swallow before answering sharply. ‘’Are you trying to pry information out of me?’’.

Rey rolled her eyes, sighing loudly. ‘’Suit yourself.’’ She turned around, lying back down and pulling the cover around her body. However, she didn’t close her eyes yet, but let her body relax a little bit. She still felt his presence, and even felt his ill at ease-ness, uncertain of how to behave in this situation.

Acutely aware of his every movement, his every breath, his emotions passing fleetly through her, she stayed still. Eventually, she felt him move, and sit. She waited a few seconds before his deep voice broke the silence. A murmured admission.

‘’I don’t sleep very well.’’

For a brief moment, a something flashed before her eyes. A memory. A feeling. Green light. Absolute dread. Then a void.

It lasted only a few seconds before he closed off completely. When she turned back around to face him, he avoided her eyes. He was sitting stiffly, jaw locked, and she wasn’t sure if his anger was directed at her for looking into him, of himself for allowing her to look.

The wind blew harder. The fire cracked loudly, drawing Rey’s attention for a second.

When she looked up, he was gone.

*******

‘’You’re doing it wrong.’’

Rey closed her eyes at the sound of his voice and took a deep breath. She tightened her grip on the little cavity in the rock, readjusting her weight. A drop of sweat slid down her temple.

‘’Shut up.’’, she barked through her gritted teeth.

She felt his amusement from above her, and she knew if she looked up and saw him standing at the edge of the cliff she was climbing, it would only infuriate her more and she would lose her concentration. She inhaled deeply, trying to relax her tensed body as much as she could and tried to extend herself to the surface of the cliff, scanning it for holes or holds she could exploit.

‘’Suit yourself’’, she heard in a mocking tone. She clenched her jaw even harder. She kept getting distracted by the life on the island, the animals in the sea, and most of all his presence, dominating the rest around him.

‘’Fuck you!’’ Her concentration slipped. Her right foot lost its press hold and suddenly, her leg was dangling in the void. Panic started to rise in her chest. Luke made it seem so easy to climb this eighty feet cliff, and she was starting to regret having the brilliant idea to try and follow him. Her foot brushed the surface of the sharp rock below her, trying to find something to hold on to.

Her heart was racing, and her left arms was beginning to shake. She opened one eyes, peaking a glance below her and started assessing how deep the water could be and if she’s survive the fall if she dropped. What a fucking waste it would be to have come so far just to be defeated by a pile of rock – granted a very tall pile a rock.

Anger replaced panic for a split second as she heard a sniker coming from above. Rey groaned as her foot finally settle on a small rock stable enough to support her weight. ‘’Either say something useful, or stop making any noises!’’, she yelled as she balanced herself against the cold surface.

‘’Stop trying to look for something. You have to let it come to you. Be in harmony with the system rather than trying to use it.’’

Holding back a snarky comment in the line of ‘That’s rich coming from you’, Rey closed her eyes again, breathing in deep. As Luke showed her once, she reached out for the Force around her, in the living and dying beings. She let her mind wander across the silent island, along the waves, across the sky with the birds, Kylo’s presence, Luke’s far away. Her body relaxed. She exhaled. Out of their own accord, her limbs started to move by themselves, and she didn’t fight it. In the moment, she just knew what she had to do.

She loosened her grip in her left hand and pressed on her right foot, propelling herself a bit higher when her finger found a cavity. Then repeated the movement. Letting go. Push. Grip.

She slowly but steadily climbed across the cliff’s surface until she finally reached the top. Hand flat against the grass, she hoisted herself up in one last effort, gritting her teeth as her arms burned and eventually collapsed on the ground with a painful moan and a relieved sigh.

When she opened her eyes, she was greeted by Kylo’s clean, leathered boots. She quickly got up, not wanting to be in such a vulnerable state in his presence.

He was standing tall, stiff as ever, hsir perfectly brushed in place, but his usual impassible and cold demeanor was instead replaced by a mocking smirk. ‘’Told you you needed a teacher.’’

She let out an annoyed groaned was she leaned on her knees, taking her breath. A few stray strands of hair fell in front of her eyes, and sweat was dripping from her forehead. ‘’God you’re insufferable.’’, she breathed out.

A small chuckle made her look up as she was not excepting this reaction. ‘’Because you’re always so easy to be around.’’ She glared at him, cursing him under her breath. He obviously caught it as he continued, ‘’I rest my case.’’, and gave her a pointed look.

When her breathing evened, she straighten her back, looking at the large body of water in front of her. The sun was low in the sky, making the ocean shine like a sea of a thousand diamonds, shimmering in a low light.

Part of her almost wanted Kylo to be able to have the same view, for as they stood there, side by side in silence, she felt the same feeling of loneliness during those endless nights on Jakku echoing through him – the same sense of unsettling yet familiar void in his heart mirroring hers. She knew he felt it too.

But he didn’t close off this time.

*******

His muscled tensed as pain ran through every fiber of his body when the lightening stroke him. It was swift and small, but hit him right in the scar on his left shoulder – the scar he got during the fight in the forest. The Supreme leader knew that, and meant the strike as a reminder of his weakness.

Kylo lowered his head, locking his jaw and blinking away the tear starting to sting his eyes. Thankfully, he still had his mask on.

‘’You’re dismissed.’’ The voice echoed against the walls, and resonated through his chest. The hologram glitched, then disappear, and darkness filled the room. Only a ray of dim, blue light pierced through it, coming from a small window high above, hitting Kylo’s masked face.

He waited until his breathing was even and his side wasn’t hurting as much to open his eyes and start moving. He stopped dead in his track, freezing on the spot when he caught the sight of Rey’s silhouette in front of him. The light was hitting her from behind, creating a blue halo all around her.

She was staring at him and he almost felt like she could see though his visor. In her eyes was dancing something he never saw before in her. Compassion. Pity. He clenched his teeth even harder has he stood up, dominating her with his height.

Yet she was the one who made the first step, approaching him slowly, and he was the one who felt small and vulnerable in front of her gaze.

‘’GO AWAY’’, he yelled, the mask distorting his voice. She didn’t falter, her brow wrinkling.

In this moment, he knew she saw everything. Felt everything he felt. The shame, the loneliness, the despair, the fear. And he couldn’t handle it.

He thrusted his hand forward, projecting his raw power at her. It didn’t have the effect he expected. She gasped at first, and shrugged it off immediately and he was left feeling as powerless as that day in the interrogation room. When she saw his soul.

‘’I DON’T NEED YOU, GO AWAY’’. His voice cracked. He realized he was trembling, and clenched his fist to try and regain composure.

‘’Then why did you call me here?’’, she simply replied. He couldn’t handle the softness in her voice. He couldn’t face her eyes.

He turned around abruptly. ‘’That’s not how this works.’’, he denied. It was the Force, they both didn’t know what this bound was or how it worked. They couldn’t control it.

‘Isn’t it?’’. Her voice was just a whisper in the darkness, in the numbing silence around him, and he felt like someone had shot him in the heart.

A tear slid down his cheeks, dampening the fabric underneath his mask.

Long after she was gone, and he was still standing still in the room, he swore he could still hear her whisper.

*******

It took her most of the day to find out what was Luke’s problem. As the day began, she noticed he seemed even more irritable than the usual. Harsher, more closed off, more elusive. She doubled down her effort to get through to him, asking more questions, pressing him over and over. Eventually he cracked and she almost regretted insisting.

She watched as Luke’s silhouette was walking away, cape flying around in the wind, and her heart ached as his haunted, sad eyes were still present in her mind. The weight of the few words he pronounced were still on her mind when she sat on the pile of rock at the top of the mountain.

She crossed her legs, facing the ocean, resting her opened palm on her knees.

Breathe in.

‘It’s his birthday today.’

Breathe out.

Suddenly, she was back on Jakku, on the carcass of the war machine from a forgotten time, half buried in the sand, staring at engraved lines in the metal. A little girl waiting for her parents. A girl with only her loneliness and the humming of the sand hitting against cold metal as company, lighting a piece on rope in a useless piece of metal as a birthday candle, wishing that someone would come for her.

And across the galaxy, she felt the same kind of longing resonating in a mind clouded by darkness.

When she opened her eyes, he was here.

‘’Did you call me, or did I call you?’’, he asked softly.

‘’You tell me.’’

‘’I think… I didn’t want to be alone right now.’’

She merely nodded as he sat beside her. And for a moment, they didn’t feel so lonely.

#reylo #reylo fics #star wars #kylo ren #ben solo #rey #*fics

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wonderous-writer-suggestions · 7 years ago

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Worst fears!!

muse is haunted by the thing(s) that scare them the most. Lasts a full day.((Mun cackles in the background))

Her body limp and bent awkwardly over her desk, sleep having finally taken over her over worked body, sending her deep into dream states. The dreams of every monster and citizen flooding into her own, now released as she rests. Visions of nightmares and dream like wants passing by like lightning bolts, the calamity of voices and thoughts clashing like thunder. She alone standing in a field with the whirling storm.

She snickered, a smile curling her lips at the realization of her unconsciousness. Though not a controller of dreams she can traverse hers seamlessly. Any changes or warped surroundings are expected, similar to the world she walks when awake. Simple, she thinks to herself, simple for it to be not simple at all.

She walks and watches as the world warps into an old home, one of vague memories. It’s dark, dusty, and smells of dried roses. Her pacing slowed as she walked about the cobweb covered items. Something filling her with dread, the dream changing her emotions before a reason to.

She looked around frantically now, trying to find something, the rooms as if growing twisted like a maze. Getting more and more lost, more and more out of place. Nothing fit nothing made sense nothing found.

Finally she stopped, did she do that? What stopped her? It was dark, how did she get into the forest? Why did nothing make sense now…There was glowing lights as if she were at the North Pole, and a dizzy, nauseating feeling that forced the ground to turn.

Voices became clear, loud, and many. Begging, pained voices, mistakes she shoved away. She could here Annie crying, Why was she crying why isn’t she answering?Is Hunter in pain? What’s wrong please tell me what’s wrong!Where is Leo? Why can’t I hear them? Someone help me find them! Where is my brother I can hear him screaming he’s in pain please let me help him!!The monsters are yelling, they’re scared why are they scared why are they lost? They won’t stop laughing this isn’t them they’ve lost themselves make it stop let me get to them!

“Writer!” A familiar voice shocking her from sleep. Mctwist stood over her preventing her from falling from her seat. She shook and held onto his arms, as if ready to put a dent in his metal prosthetics. She took a breath to settle herself, “Sorry… I’m sorry.” Her grip loosened, then tightened again but on her own body. He stared at her concerned, “I couldn’t stop that. Your mind didn’t, let me.”She nodded, she didn’t need an explanation for that, she’s just happy to be awake.

He took her to her feet, “Don’t worry things are okay now.” He lead her to the kitchen and put some tea on. She nodded again, “Yeah, right.”“It’s hard to get over those failures.” He said. The world seemed to spark, like a glitch.“W…What?” She said confused. “Your mistakes, it’s hard to get over them. Not being able to save everyone.” His voice sounded like poison. She walked back, “This isn’t you. You’re not here.”

He turned to her, the world jumping again, are those wings on his back? “What do you mean El.”Her heart raced and she kept moving away, “This isn’t… this…”He seemed to come close to her, a fog as if keeping them together, “isn’t what?” She swallowed, feeling how dry her throat had become, “it can’t…be..”He smiled, a smile she knew not as Mctwists, “Oh it’s real love. It is to you, and that’s all that matters.” A puff of smoke blew into her face and surrounded her once more like the storm she started with.

Still sitting at her desk, she twitched, her eyes open and a deep green compared to her normal and unusual purple hue. A small butterfly, a lunar moth, dawning her hat where it wasn’t before. She was stuck witnessing mistakes and nightmares around her, as if her world, her reality, was just a dream.

#AHAHAHAHA IM HAPPY #asks #anon #m!a worst fears #writer speaks #my writings

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designationpinknoise · 7 years ago

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Just imagine the Tfp autobots falling in love with this incredibly advanced AI and them somehow finding a way to transfer it to a cybertronian body, finally being able to embrace each other

Oh my god Yes!, I am soo happy for this I atcually have an OC like this but, I’m not using them.

slight prologue

“I’m Sorry…” (Y/n) said reject the bot she loved ,for what was possibly the 100th time. Why do you keep rejecting them? You weren’t Cybertronian and you weren’t human.

You were just a compile of data that took a form a given to the Autobots as experimental trial. But, soon you became more emotional and expressive.

you couldn’t understand it at first. You thought it was a virus! but, your scans found nothing. But, It clicked later, whenever that bot approached you or caught them looking your way. You’d always lag or glitch and came to the conclusion that you were in love.

But, It could never happen. You couldn’t even touch them, hold them. It always felt cruel that you were created in the first place.

that was until the cons found out about you…they somehow created a jailer program that captured you, they interrogated you. Yet, you kept silent. They were the one’s who built this body.

They wanted you finish off the bots. but, by some stroke of luck you were rescued. before they could install the override program.

When you finally got back to base everyone was shocked at your new form. and skeptical that it was you. then, you noticed the bot you wanted to see was nowhere to be found and the others explained they were on a mission would be back soon…

Optimus:

The Prime was confused when Ratchet commed him. They found (Y/n)?!, he returned to base. His Optics were wide as he eyed the unfamiliar [Femme/Mech] before him.

Sitting on Ratchet’s medical berth then (y/c) optics nervously. caught his and quickly looked away. When the medic said it was you, the prime pulled you off the slab and hugged you as close to his frame as possible! While Ratchet yelled at him to be more gentle You very fragile at the moment.

Optimus couldn’t hear him he was excited, relieved and happy you were home, and in awe at your new body,.He never thought it be possible… To hold you, let alone feel you. “Optimus? could put me down now?” You timidly asked His fans kicked on Primus have mercy on him, you were cute. ■◆■◆■●■◆■●■◆■

Arcee:

Was livid when the base called her back, she was looking for you! and they called her back!

When she returned the blue femme was livid! ready to give Ratchet a piece of her mind. when she saw an unfamiliar [Mech/Femme] sitting on Ratchet’s medical berth, then she saw the Cons shield which her suspicions and defenses go on high alert.

“What is that thing doing here?!” she sneered pointing a blaster at the con as Jack ran up to her “Arcee stop! Don’t shoot!” the teen yelled as she looked at him like he grew a second head.

“Don’t shoot?…Don’t shoot!? do you what what they did?! they took Y/N! And-"Jack went to say it. but, the medic beat him to it.

"THEY ARE Y/N!” Ratchet yelled standing in front of the con protectively, Arcee’s optics widened as she shook her helm as Jack calmly and gently patted her ped she flinched looking down at her charge then back at the bot.“Y-you’re lying.”

“We’re not. Now put the blaster away and come say hello.”

“How do you know it’s not a Con trick?”

“Pit blasted! Arcee get your aft over here or I’ll rebuild you into an AC unit.”

The blue femme lowered her blaster and cautiously made her way over,to the [Mech/femme] who awkwardly stared a her with (Y/c) optics.

“I-…Is it really you?” she asked you nodded “Yeah, it’s me.” you said calmly, Arcee’s lip started to quiver before hugging you hugged her back cherishing the feeling.●◆●◆●◆●◆●◆●◆

Ratchet:

He out checking out old hideouts the cons used. for any sign or info on you… when Optimus called him to return to base.

He had half the mind to ignore it but, his more rational thoughts weighed on him. and the medic returned.

Only to be greeted by an Unknown [Femme/Mech.] sitting on his medical berth talking with Optimus who patted the bot the helm as they looked around nervously, then he saw the half finished con shield on their shoulder/chest/wings?.

Ratchet immediately went on the defensive as Optimus noticed him and the disgusted look his medic was giving the new bot.

“What is a Decepticon doing here?!”

“I am aware of What this looks like, just hear me out-”

“Hear you out?! The cons took (Y/n) from me! and could be doing primus knows to them!?”

“Ratchet that is (Y/n).”

Ratchet wasn’t listening he was still ranting when his processor finally caught up. “AND YOu uuu I…what?” his optics widen as he got a closer look at the [Mech/Femme] face.

They flinched and fidgeted under his gaze as their [y/c] optics averted to look at the floor.Ratchet noticed the scratches and dents on their plating and immediately went into medic mode.

He threw Optimus out and started scanning and giving them a firewall and anti-virus boosters. Ratchet was silent the entire time “Is It you?” he finally asked as he removed the cons shield from your body, “Yes, it’s me” his frown twitched as he finished his work. the AI turned bot was surprised when Ratchet suddenly hugged them “Don’t ever leave me again.”■▲■▲■▲■▲■▲■▲■

Bumblebee:

Bumblebee was miserable the entire time you were gone, it was hard he wasn’t used to silence! you acted as his voice when Raff wasn’t around, he hadn’t left his room since the cons took you.

he just laid there staring at the ceiling then Raff commed him “Bee? Could you come to med-bay someones here to see you.”

Bee whirled confused he got up and made his way to the med-bay and froze like a deer in the headlights, when he saw Raff and Ratchet checking over a Decepticon [Mech/Femme]!

the scout whirred and beeped enraged as he made his way over, only for Raff to stand in front of mystery bot “Bee! It’s not what you think!”

the yellow bots door wings twitch in an angered frenzy as he whirled and whined “that is (Y/n)” Raff said Bee froze as Raff continued

“The cons put her in that body, We’re not sure why-” the bot spoke “They wanted to reprogram me and assassinate you guys.” Bumblebee’s spark buzzed when he heard your voice, as he was processing this whole situation. and before anyone could stop him, the yellow scout pounced on you!

knocking the both of you off the berth hugging you and nuzzling you. till Ratchet kick him out so he could finish examining you.☆★☆★☆★☆★☆☆★☆★

Wheeljack:

Wheeljack was relentless whenever he asked you out or flirted with you, He didn’t care that you were an AI he could just hardline you into his ship.

And the two of you could cruise the galaxy. that was until the cons took you… making them number one on his shit-list. that’s where he was right now, kicking decepticon aft looking for you.

Then Bulkhead commed him telling the awol wrecker they found you! he was just so excited, he hung up before letting Bulkhead finish.

When he got to the base Wheeljack stalled when he saw Bulkhead and Ratchet trying to teach an unfamiliar [Femme/Mech] how to walk; they stumbled when they noticed him. Blukhead caught the unstable bot.

“Careful (Y/n) don’t push yourself.”

Bulkhead said as he held them upright, Wheeljack’s optics bulged out of his helm that’s Y/n?! there was no way! he was was kind of expecting a small glowy ghost person not a bot! what did those Cons do to you?

“Y-y/n?” the bot froze as her/his [y/c] optics looked at him nervously nodded as Wheeljack approached and started touching their helm and face plates “Could you stop that feels weird” the Ai turn bot said “You can feel that?” Jackie said still trying to comprehend the bot nodded again Wheeljack suddenly hugged them he was just glad to have you back.▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼

Bulkhead:

He was pissed! first Silas uses Breakdown’s body to fight him, then finds out it was all a Con ruse so they could capture you! He growled punching a hole in the base’s wall as Miko watched on concerned; the whole base was walking on eggshells with Bulky since your capture.

When a call from Wheeljack caught everyone’s attention.

“Yo,Wheeljack to base! You aren’t going to believe who I Found! …I don’t wanna ruin it’s [chuckles] oh man, just don’t shoot anything gray and (f/c)! okay?! and Bulkhead? you are welcome!”

The wandering wrecker advised as the bots went to the tarmac to see what Wheeljack was talking about.They froze when he came out carrying a [Mech/Femme] in his arms.

the bots were confused at first as to why Wheeljack had them with him, before figuring out what Jackie was talking about.

When they saw the Decepticon shield on the Mech/Femme’s {body part of choice} (Y/n)’s face and (Y/c) optics staring up at them anxiously, as the others stared back at them in stunned silence.

When Bulkhead spoke up. “Y/n?” he said unsure walking up the them the Ai turned Bot nodded “Hi Bulky.” the green wrecker took them from Wheeljack and did something he’s always wanted held them close.⇒⇔⇒⇔⇒⇔⇒⇔⇒⇔⇒⇔⇒

Smokescreen:

It was his fault. He was the one to push you into hacking into the Cons mainframe. He was the one who brought you onto the ship. He was who got you caught! and he was the coward who ran away and left you…

Smokescreen winced as he walked passed the med-bay. Ratchet has kept you under his watch since Magnus brought you back. The cons had forced you into some sparkless shell and were planning to use you against the Autobots!

Luckily Ultra magnus had found you, before they wiped your memory and reprogrammed you. Smokescreen was wandering the base not paying attention.

*Ultra Magnus…You deserved someone brave like him! not some cowardly youngling playing hero! (Y/n) Probably hates me for running and abandoning them*

Smokescreen was so deep in thought he bumped into someone he looked down and froze when he saw (Y/n) the [Mech/Femme] rubbing their helm and data pads scattered around the floor.

“Y-y/n! what are you doing out of the med-bay?!” he asked as the (y/c) optics looked up at him.

“Ratchet wanted me to test out my stability and asked me get data-pads” the praxian doors twitched as he watched them collect the pads then sit there looking panicked “Y/n?” they looked up at him.

“I can’t get up.” Smokescreen blinked feeling conflicted, before awkwardly picking them up and carried them back to med-bay but, Ratchet was nowhere to be found Smokescreen went to leave

“Smokey? stay please?” the praxian blinked stunned They even wanted him around after what he did. when Ratchet came he was annoyed finding two uninjured bots sleeping in his bay.♭♪♭♪♭♪♭♪♭♪♭♪♭♪

Ultra Magnus:

Ultra Magnus was still in the med-bay glaring at the claw that had once been his servo.

when the the doors slid open and Ratchet came in carrying a Decepticon [Mech/Femme] in his arms, the wrecker glared at the pit-spawn glitch.“What is that doing here?” he hissed as Ratchet laid them down on the berth next to him, Magnus leaned away like they were filthy and diseased.

“Not now, Y/n…can you hear me?” the medic asked Magnus stood straight up *(Y/n)?* and got a good look at the con’s face and optics they were (y/ec). the second in command felt ice form in his fuel pump. He got off the berth and over to yours. as Ratchet kept trying to stabilize them,

“I know this is a lot to take in. but, you need to focus.”

“I’ll focus as-as s0soon as I f-figure o0ut whos-whose talking!”

“Damn,Pit blasted Cons…what are you doing up? go sit down!”

“Ma-mmag Magnus sir-s-ssir I-i’m sorrry. I’m not.. feeeling w-well-well.”

UltraMagnus winced as they tried to speak, thier optics kept dimming and turning back on.

the large bot approached them and put his good servo on the [Femme/Mech]’s face making them looked at him

“The cons did this to you? why would they…"Magnus asked caressing them, it was Ironic he always dreamed touching them. But, never like this!

Ratchet who was checking his scans and checking (Y/n) memories and was utterly disgusted.

"They forced (Y/n) into that shell and were trying to reprogram them into a killer.” the medic hissed recalling the files he found “Now the trauma from that is overwhelming their systems He/she can’t handle it! Now sit down ” Ratchet growled going back to work.

when (Y/n)’s system started to stabilize, confusing the medic at how it was doing that so quickly? he looked over at the AI turned bot and saw them being cradled by Magnus. who telling them to calm down, focus on his voice and keep their eyes on him.

The medic felt like a third-wheel and awkwardly exited the room and left the couple to their own. the next couple days consisted of Magnus trying to teach (Y/n) how-to walk and get use to their new body.•♪•♪•♪•♪•♪♪•♪••♪•♪

#Long post #anon #Ai!reader #Transformers #TF:prime #Maccadam #Team Prime #Ratchet #Ultramagnus #Arcee #Smokescreen #Optimus #Bumblebee #Wheeljack #Bulkhead #Autobots #Miko #Jack #Raff

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caustic-synishade · 8 years ago

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Bait

Supplies is getting low. Bait might be needed for more.

Zombie Apocalypse AU- violence and whatnot. Sorry for any nonsense lol. I'm also unable to edit this properly

"Pretty big place," Ethan spoke under his breath, inching forward behind Mark's lead.

"Yep... we're gonna have to split up if we want to get back to camp tonight," the lead turned to the rest of the group, all three of them, for confirmation.

Ethan turned to Kathryn, Amy to Ethan, Kathryn to Mark. They all stared at one another before nodding in agreement.

"You guys sure? We have the supplies to stay here for tonight," Mark raised a brow, "If you guys aren't comfortable with splitting up..."

"Tyler's gonna worry," Kathryn sighed, leaning against the brick wall for a moment.

"Yeah... let's just get this done, then..." The flanneled man huffed, "You all got ammo-just in case?" He seemed nervous as all hell, but everyone knew how much he worried for them.

"Do you?" Amy raised her brow at him.

"I'll be fine with this," Mark pointed towards the machete in his bag, then proceeded to flex while chuckling, "And these... plus, I have a few shots left in this guy," the man waved his pistol gently.

The blond rolled her eyes, "Okay, you child. We get it. I just want you to be safe, too..."

"We should get moving..." Ethan spoke up, nudging Mark's arm, slinking back awkwardly.

There was a moment of hesitation before they headed off again. The town so far seemed long abandoned. There wasn't a sign of infected nor of any survivors. With scarce supplies so far, they could only hope that there was something left in the last place. It never hurt to check...

Mark stayed low, opening the front door slowly with his sidearm at the ready. He gave a quick, but careful sweep. Nothing. It was silent. The flanneled man waited for any sound, but only the birds gave in to his demands, thankfully.

"Okay," the man spoke softly, "Ethan, Kathryn, take this hallway. Split up each side. Amy, you and I- this way. Listen out for each other. Just yell... If we get separated, we know where to go. Don't lead anything or anyone to camp. Got it?"

As tiring as it was to hear each time they did this, everyone knew Mark's desperation to stay alive and stay together. Everyone nodded and murmured their agreements before parting ways.

"You sure you'll be okay, Amy?" Mark wrapped an arm around her as they walked their part.

"You worry too much. Go do your job, I'll be fine," the blond smiled as Mark brought his lips to hers.

"I know..." The man looked down before heading off, turning to watch her as she headed down her sector of the place, knowing she'd be fine, but still worried.

Amy knew how to take care of herself.

---

Mark rummaged around throughout the dressers and closets, finding only a few items of clothing that might fit someone. It was all too small for him. So far he had found one bottle of painkillers, a blessing by far, hidden in between a bed frame and the wall. There wasn't any food that he could find, and he had learned to strip search places, right down to the bare bones of a place. Nothing of trading value. At least his search wasn't entirely a bust... however, something was off. There was a soft noise from outside the room. A thump. Mark's attention was quickly taken.

The flanneled man quietly approached the hallway, his eyes not catching anything. His gun was drawn, only 4 bullets to his name. Mark checked to make sure it was loaded. Carefully, he made his way down the corridor, glancing around for any sign of life. There was so far, nothing.

"Amy?" Mark called quietly. There was no response, "Amy?" He called again.

Mark made it to the end of his sector, glancing into the last room. There was no one. No sign of life. Carefully wandering in, he spotted something. There was food, canned goods just sitting there on the windowsill. Mark was immediately suspicious, but he couldn't just call out for the others. Not yet. He took no chances potentially alerting any infected for nothing.

The flannel-loving man peered around the room, scanning the entire place with aggressive care. There was no one. No one under the bed, no one in the closets. He glanced behind him, everywhere, just to make sure he was not going to be ambushed, hoping the food was not trapped.

Mark approached the goods cautiously, checking around the items to make sure they weren't strung up to a bomb or something. That last close call with one blowing up near him was enough to scare him straight. An entire agonizing afternoon of pulling half of a pair of scissors out of his leg without bleeding to death was not ideal.

The man confirmed the goods were not trapped, quickly bagging them. Everything was okay. He breathed a sigh of relief. Soon, he slipped out of that room to double check everything, just in case anything useful was overlooked. A creek behind him soon stole his attention again.

Within a moment, an arm wrapped around his throat, squeezing his windpipe shut. Another hand took his wrist to stop him from attacking. The fire escape. He forget to check the fucking fire escape.

The writhing man was quickly dragged into the nearest room, his captor struggling to restrain him. Mark fired the gun, but the safety was still on. What a fucking idiot, he though to himself. Trying to flick the switch off, he dropped the weapon. He thought fast. Mark dared to hunt for his machete hanging out of his bag. Time was ticking. Another hand grabbed that wrist before he had a chance, stopping him from his attack. Fuck, there were two people. Then, another body appeared, masked. Bandit raid. A trap.

"Shh, darling. Stop fighting," the masked man put a finger to where his lips would be, Mark's own pistol in the other hand.

Like hell he'd listen. The bullheaded man swiftly kicked out his leg, making contact with his boot right into the man's dick. Leaning his head forward, he attempted to headbutt the asshole holding him, but he had no advantage. For a moment, he thought he had a chance. For a moment, he thought he'd be fine. A quick realisation hit him hard as the grip only tightened.

A fist pounded against Mark's face, dazing him momentarily. He gasped in vain, but nothing would come through. Still being strangled. On top of his burning lungs, now he had to deal with the aching in his face. A warm sensation dripped down his cheekbone as his vision started to spin. A fist raised in his sights as the second man became visible.

"Wait..." The masked man on the ground groaned, struggling to his feet, "Allow me..."

The man pulled his arm back and slammed his fist against Mark's head.

---

The world twisted in confused shapes. In and out. Black and shapes.

"... all of their supplies..."

Nothing was making sense. Home. He was home.

".... gut this asshole once we..."

Something was wrong with the recording setup. The damn webcam was glitching again. Video was going to be delayed.

"... take his weapon, kill that girl..."

Amy was asleep and the stars were so bright. But now the power was out. The radio was dead.

"... right in front of him."

---

Mark finally was able to bring himself together. He felt he was out for hours. It had only been a few minutes.

There was something wrong; immediately Mark took notice. Opening his eyes, all he could see was black, mind for a sliver of light in the bottom of his vision. Something was covering his eyes. He tried to move, but as he suspected, his arms wouldn't budge. It felt like his hands were tied to something, some sort of stick. Maybe a weapon. The man's arms were tied in such a way that he could barely struggle. He felt like a damn mannequin on display, secured tight. There was no way he'd worm his way free. Not on his own.

"Shh, darling. Please, this time," the same voice from earlier whispered in his ear, "I'm going to need you to cooperate with us."

Mark immediately hissed through the cloth tied in between his teeth. A muffled, "fuck you," could be heard amongst various indecipherable threats. Only masking the terror slightly.

"Now, now. You want your friends alive, right?" There was silence from Mark now, "Good. We both do, then. They're still around the building, hunting for our supplies. See, you're gonna help us. You make a sound before they reach you, we will kill you and them. You cooperate and lure them in, you all live. We take your stuff. And you get to leave. All you have to do is sit here and wait," there was a chuckle. A cocky chuckle, "It's that simple."

Mark didn't respond. All that came from him was heavy breathing. Planning his next moves carefully. He had to keep himself together. For everyone else.

"Do you understand?" There was something cold pressed under his neck. Sharp.

Mark nodded softly. Cautiously.

The knife pressed harder, "Tell me."

Mark let out a desperate, muffled, "yes," as he nodded more visibly. All he cared about was their safety...

"Good boy," footsteps moved farther away, "Now wait. They'll be here soon."

---

"Mark?" Amy called out softly, Ethan and Kathryn following close behind, "Mark, are you okay? Please answer me..."

"God I hope-" Ethan mumbled.

"He's okay," the smaller woman snapped, "He's okay..."

"Maybe he hit his head or something. Or maybe he's just being a douche," Kathryn suggested, patrolling behind.

"I hope..." Amy paused, seeing a figure sitting there at the end of the hallway in the last room, his back to the door. She could see an unfamiliar rifle in his hands as he appeared to just be staring outside. Without a moment's hesitation, she lunged forward towards him.

Ethan quickly grabbed onto her shirt, pulling her back, "Wait, wait! This feels... weird."

"Why? He probably just fell asleep. Mark!" The blond shouted.

There wasn't a sound from him. Only breathing. Heavy breathing. He twitched at the sound of Amy's voice.

"Amy, careful. Ethan's right..." Kathryn whispered, "He could be fucking with us, though..."

Amy led them carefully up the hallway, sweeping for any traps. Nothing. She suspected, maybe he did just fall asleep.

"Mark?" Amy breathed out softly as she came up behind him, "Mark, answer me."

There was a whimper this time. The man's girlfriend quickly tugged off the hood, revealing Mark's situation. It was only then that she noticed the ropes. Seeing her boyfriend blindfolded, gagged and tied up like a damn puppet sent her into a moment of rage.

"Oh no... It's a fucking trap!" Amy snapped.

They didn't even have time to react before the bandits swarmed in, quickly overwhelming them. Mark did all he could to try to break free, now no longer fearing the repercussions of struggling. However, just like earlier, he couldn't. All he could do was listen and wait. Forced to endure the screams and gunshots until it all settled. The helpless man could only hope that those bastards kept their word.

A gun was placed against his temple once the chaos settled, "Congrats, you all get to live..."

Mark breathed a sigh of relief, maybe too early. Without warning, a fist slammed into his face. He could hear the others shout in protest. But it didn't stop the hits. Another came. Then another. He felt that warmth trail down his chin as blood trickled.

"Punishment. For stealing. And resisting. Get the rest of them taken care of. I want to drop them off tonight," the man seemed amused as he soon began to rework Mark's situation.

"Where ever you're all camped out at, you best hope you're dropped off nearby," one of the bandits hacked in laughter.

"If we don't find it first!" Another cackled with him.

Mark wanted nothing more than to end their mocking laughter. Fight or flight demanded them dead for touching his family. In this situation, it seemed reasonable. He listened into his team, hoping to get reassurance. Worry mostly took hold of him, hoping to all hell that they were okay as he sat there, bleeding and defeated. Only they mattered.

---

"Good luck with the infected..." The familiar voice called as the vehicle drove off, just after dumping them.

Silence followed for a long while before someone spoke up.

"Is everyone okay?" It was Amy's voice.

"Yeah..." Ethan and Kathryn responded.

Mark was still unable to give a clear response.

There was shuffling from the others as Mark sat himself up. A heavy breath escaped him as he tried to tug on the ropes again. However, soon enough, his vision was given back.

"What assholes..." Amy growled, pulling the cloth from his mouth as well before working to free his hands. The man was incredibly thankful to see she seemed fine, quickly wrapping his arms around her.

"Did they hurt you?" Mark glanced towards each one of them.

"Not bad, no. But, they took everything. Seriously, using you as bait, though? God..." she sounded more pissed than anything, "then leaving you like that... total garbo."

"I don't care what they did to me," Mark brushed off the concern, "I only care about what happened to you guys."

"You don't have to be the selfless hero forever," Ethan chuckled softly.

Mark nodded, defeated. A silence fell over them for a moment as they tried to recollect themselves. The sounds of the infected followed.

"I want our shit back..." Mark finally hissed, urging everyone to move.

#Markiplier #crankgameplays #peebles #my fanfictions

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pointy-kitty · 8 years ago

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We Can Make It

A Wreck It Ralph Fanfiction from five years ago

Chapter Nine

Apologies, curses, and incoherent noises poured from her mouth like the sickeningly hot tears on her cheeks. She could barely hear herself pleading against Turbo’s red collar. The fans were shaking the whole console with their screams and the engines of the rival racers were drawing closer and closer to the finish line. What she could hear was Turbo. He stumbled awkwardly with the weight of her embrace, his arms twitching and flinching beside her.

“Mavis, I’m not dead. I’m completely fine. How would you be nearly pushing me over if I were dead?” He stumbled backwards and bumped against his car. “Hello? Mavis? Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

His hands pushed against her shoulders gently at first, growing firmer with each nudge. “Breathe, kid. C’mon, let me get a look at you for a sec. Let go.” The approaching engines grew louder. “You really should be letting go now. Mavis. Mavis!”

She was wrenched off almost painfully, the little red racer holding her wrists at her sides. Her eyes were glued to the track. There was no way she could look him in the eye after that.

“I’m sorry,” she choked, her lungs convulsing and trying to silence her. “God, I’m so sorry. I killed you. This is—” she squeaked, “—the worst – ” she hiccupped, “—thing I’ve ever done.”

“Mavis,” Turbo tugged at her arms, “this is ridiculous.”

“I know,” she shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut. “I know. I know!”

“Sshh, kid, c’mon! Take a deep breath, I don’t know, just, God, stop crying.”

All the eyes in the console, even the featureless faces of the screeching fans, bore down on her and crushed her into a horrible, compressed ball of awareness. She was making a complete idiot out of herself and she was not even having fun doing it. This kind of attention, this spotlight, being put on a pedestal in her moment of weakness, it all made her feel worse than vulnerable. At any second, she swore she could have cracked, fallen against the pavement, and died herself.

She was shaken by the hands on hers. “Make-It, c’mon, snap out of it!” His hands flew up to her cheeks, patting them briskly. He took hold of her face and forced her to look at him, to see the frantic confusion and desperation in his glowing eyes. “I’ve had worse than that! I get worse than that every single day! Hell, that was fun! I’ve never flipped like that before!”

Her mouth hung agape for a second, a strangled squeak in her throat. “How could you possibly think that was fun?”

“Toots, that whole race was the most fun I’ve had since I was plugged in!” He shook her face slightly.

Every rational part of her mind was agreeing with Turbo, trying to calm her down, to remind her that losing a life was hardly anything to him. It was not the dreadful, torturous glitch that it was to her. But her panic was still so fresh, so alive, and so very vicious. Any steady thought in her head was knocked into oblivion by the raging, blazing, painful shock rampaging through her whole body.

“I can’t do this again,” she spluttered, “I can’t kill you again. I KILLED you, cuss it all!”

“You’re not thinking straight, you’re in shock, okay? I’ve been there, believe me, I know!” His thumbs pressed into her cheeks, his voice falling into a hoarse whisper. “Just, please, stop crying!”

She held her breath, her chest twitching, staring at him for as long as her mind could manage. He stared right back, pressing his lips together, and what looked like a prolonged wince painted over his features. Her voice was hiding, but she mouthed, “I’m so sorry.”

Their exchange was cut short when Make-It’s heart jumped at the sound of screeching tires. Reflexively, before she knew she moved, she grabbed Turbo around the waist and rocketed into the air, barely avoiding getting mowed down by an enemy racer. Turbo cursed and clung to her shamelessly tightly. His last experience in the air, she recalled, was not entirely pleasant.

When her adrenaline wore off, she dropped back down to the track, weak and shaken. One by one, the NPCs zoomed past, their cars squealing and stopping. Each of them leaped out at the first chance, advancing on the two, their eyes fixed hungrily on Make-It.

“I’ll kill her,” one of them breathed, “Good God, I’ll kill that little flying bitch.” The others seethed, hissing their malicious, barbaric intentions, fists clenching at their sides.

Her insides flickered with an angry, defensive spark. She squeezed the handle of her brush, her knuckles cracking with the strain. Before she could snarl a hostile retort, Turbo stomped in front of her, his stance tall and wide, and his head lowered in a warning glare. The blue racers slowed to a stop, and the bleachers fell silent in anticipation.

Turbo’s slow, purposeful, menacing words shattered the silence. “Unless you want to become upholstery, I suggest you back off.”

Make-It’s stomach twisted when she remembered that she was not in her game. All seven of the rivals wanted her dead, and though she was not afraid, she knew that she should have been. The air was thick and nearly painful to breathe for as long as the racers stared each other down, but the offenders steadily slid back, turning to slither to their respective cars. The matter was not settled, and everyone in the console knew it. The acid in their eyes was unmistakable; they would see her dead.

Her skin rippled as the crowds burst back into their unintelligible shouts again, and her heart smoldered with the underlying anger still present from when they cheered on as Turbo burned to death. She twitched, her muscles clenching, until she could not hold back any longer.

“SHUT THE EVER-LOVING CUSS UP!!” She bellowed, lightning cracking from the end of her brush as she swiped it through the air in rage. To her pleasant surprise, the deafening noise ended. She could feel each of them staring at her, completely still.

She nearly spat, scraping her feet and holding her brush firmly at her side. “DAMN. STRAIGHT.” Turning back to the others, she was nearly knocked over by the sight of every racer with the exact same perplexed expression.

“Uh,” Turbo grunted, “okay, never mind,” he took her by the wrist and jumped into his car, tugging her in to sit oddly in his lap. “One thing at a time. And firstly, you’ve got to go home. The arcade’s starting way too soon.”

Riding was a lot more comfortable when she was more properly seated, and she probably would have really enjoyed it if she were not still in a painful state of shock. As they sped towards the subway station, she slowly painted herself back to her default colors. Turbo was silent, having some difficulty reaching around her to drive normally.

“Sorry,” he grunted as he accidentally elbowed her in the cheek. “This isn’t exactly a two-person vehicle.”

“Mm,” she stared at her lap, rocking with the momentum as the car drifted to a stop.

The two climbed out, and Make-It produced herself a new hat, pulling it gently over the back of her head. Turbo glanced around, licking his lips, scuffing the ground, staring at nothing, before stepping up to nudge her with his shoulder.

“Listen,” he began with a sigh, “I don’t know why you insist on blaming yourself for everything, but that really, really wasn’t your fault. Okay?”

“It was my idea, wasn’t it?” She wiped the dried tears off her cheeks, wincing at the sharp salt.

“Well, yeah, but—”

“You didn’t want to at first.”

“No, I didn’t—”

“And I made that last maze way too difficult, didn’t I?”

“It wasn’t too difficult!” He protested indignantly, and then flinched at himself. “Uh. No, it literally wasn’t too hard.”

She turned to look at him disbelievingly. “You died.”

He stared at her, a begrudging scowl slowly deepening over his face. “I know. That was…” he sighed again, growling and grumbling.

She did not bother asking him to clarify. She was done. She just wanted to hide in her basement and not face emotions for the rest of the day. Or the week. Or the rest of her gameplay career, ideally. For a horrible, stinging moment, she found herself regretting ever leaving her console. Swallowing against the pain, she began to step into the subway car.

Turbo seized her arm and pulled her back. “That was me, okay? I crashed. I messed up.”

“Because it was too DIFFICULT,” she hissed, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Yes, yes it was. And that’s wonderful!”

One of her eyes cracked open the slightest bit to peer over at him. He looked emotionally and mentally exhausted, yet an encouraging grin twitched at the corner of his mouth.

“Hardly anything is ever difficult for me! It was too difficult because… Because, yes, I do need some practice. But if it was easy, well… There would be no point, would there? Just a whole lot of fun that adds up to nothing. It was… It was great practice.”

She stared at him wordlessly.

“I know, I know…” he closed his eyes, sighing gruffly. “I know I’m a perfect racer and I couldn’t possibly have anything more to learn. And God damn it, does it piss me off that I’m even telling you this…”

A snicker bubbled in her throat. After that horrible breakdown, just the tiniest laugh felt like Heaven.

He continued, “But I need you to at least try to understand that a flawless, valiant winner like me is not brought down by a couple of lost lives. What happened was not your fault, but even if it was, I’d still want you to come back and do that again, because holy cuss, was that worth it. It’s exactly what I need, okay? And I just know that you’re thinking about never coming back and doing it again. Maybe not even coming back at all, Hell, I don’t know…” He tried to scratch the back of his head, but his nails only squeaked against his helmet, so he quickly shoved his hand in his pocket.

She took in a long, slow breath and sighed. “I don’t know, Turbo… These past couple of days have just been… augh. I’m so upset with myself on so many levels and I’m not sure where to begin trying to fix it. The thing is, I don’t fix. I just make. I make more things to clean up after.” She flicked her brush and turned one of the train cars green.

“I… don’t think that’s what ‘Make-It’ means, toots. I don’t really know what it does, but… Well, you definitely are a walking heap of trouble, but, c’mon, let’s face it, trouble is fun.”

Her brows knit together for a moment. “That depends on what kind of trouble, honestly.”

“Wait, wait, I phrased that wrong, uh,” he clenched his knuckles, his eyes seemingly searching for the words in the air around him. “Look, I don’t know, toots. Just… I want to do that again.”

She smiled ruefully at him. “I’ll be back. I don’t know when, but I will. I just need some time to think. And… I need to straighten things out with Ralph and Felix.”

“Mmm. Good luck with that. Really.”

“Yeah, God knows I’ll need it,” she tried getting into the subway car again, but was once again yanked back. “Woah, okay, Turbo, did you or did you not say that the arcade was about to open?”

He seemed to mentally stutter as he licked his lips, staring at her contemplatively. “You… are coming back. Right?”

“Yes,” she tilted her head. “Of course. My favors aren’t over.”

He breathed out a bit of an incredulous laugh. “Favors… You’re still going on about that?”

“And I will be for a while,” she grinned, feeling her heart lift significantly as she reached up to tug at his cheek. He winced and swatted her away, and she said happily, “Don’t worry.”

He huffed. “I’m not… worried. I just, well, I’d need to know if this were the last time I’d see you.”

Her heart perked up in a horribly irritating way, but she turned her gaze back to the subway car. There was entirely too much emotion somewhere in the farthest stretch of his words and she was not feeling quite ready to face it, not even from that distance. It made her feel incredibly strange, kind of lost, and a little bit exposed.

“…Right,” she swallowed. “It’s not. Not the last time. Nope.”

From the corner of her eye, she saw him nod briefly. “Okay,” he let go of her arm. “Go on home, then. I, uh, I’ll see you… whenever.”

“Whenever sounds perfect,” she finally managed to climb in and sit down, and the ride activated, slowly accelerating and tugging itself along the tracks. As she approached the tunnel, Turbo’s voice called after her.

“Thanks, by the way.”

She blinked and glanced back at him standing at the station. “For what?”

“Uh,” his mouth searched for the right word, starting many, but ending them before a syllable could form. “Anything,” finally slipped out as he shrugged dramatically.

She snorted. “Any time, sourheart.” She waved, and as he disappeared when she entered the tunnel, she caught a glimpse of his hand twitching in a half-wave. Scooting along the tracks, she could have sworn she heard him curse a few times.

The walk back to her game felt like a death march, and she tried to waste as much time as she could. She painted the garbage cans with plaid polka-dots, began writing on the floor before a particularly righteous-looking baseball player picked her up and lectured her about defacing of property, balanced on the backs of the benches, weaved between passersby and avoided speaking to them in over-the-top maneuvers, and created herself a pair of sticky-soled shoes to hang from the ceiling with. Ralph could not reach her up here, she told herself, folding her arms firmly.

Once a booming voice echoed through the whole station announcing that the arcade was opening in ten minutes, however, she shivered and pried herself out of the shoes to tumble down and land on her bare feet. Ten minutes, she reminded herself. That would be five minutes for each of them if she wanted to talk with both Felix and Ralph before the day started.

Taking a deep, steadying, yet slightly terrified breath, she finally found her way back to her game.

She hopped cautiously out of the train car when it arrived. The console was eerily quiet. Or, it might have always been this quiet, she mused to herself, and only eerie due to how her knees quaked slightly under her. She took another deep breath, trying to decide which one would be scarier to talk to.

Finally deciding that Ralph was the easier option, she leaped along, clearing the little bridge in barely a skip, and found herself at the bottom of the dump in a few bounds. Jumping up the side of a mountain of bricks in her bare feet was not something she found particularly fun, nor did the clanking and tapping with each unsettled brick help calm her nerves.

Her mouth dry, she called out, “Ralph?”

After there was no answer, she gulped and called out again, “Ham-hands?” She flinched. That would definitely earn her another punch, but if she were honest with herself, she kind of wanted to see herself brought to justice by hulking fists.

She was almost at the top when she heard a great shifting at the peak. A few stomps later, he was towering over the curve of the hill, thinly-veiled rage sitting behind his expression.

She waved.

��YOU DIRTY LITTLE GREMLIN!” He barrelled towards her, bricks flying out with each step, a few scuffing her cheeks and shoulders. She held her ground, bracing herself, and squeezing her eyes shut. Death was coming, but she deserved it and needed to get used to it.

She felt his final stomp fall just before her face, and she squeaked in anticipation of his fists raining down on her, but nothing came. He must have been really winding up. God, this one was really going to hurt. Nearly a minute later, there were still no huge hands pummeling her into the brick.

One of her eyes dared to open, seeing a foot that was probably half as big as she was. Ever so cautiously, she let her gaze rise to his face. He still looked completely enraged, but he was also frozen in confusion, his fists raised over his head.

“Why aren’t you running?” He asked suspiciously, eyeing her as if she were rigged with dynamite.

She frowned. “What are you waiting for? Don’t you wanna crack my skull?”

“Well…” he clenched his fists tighter. “Not gonna lie, yeah, I kind of want to toss you across the arcade right now.”

“Do so, then,” she nodded. “I’m sorry for messing things up yesterday in my little hissy fit. So, as a favor to you, I’m gonna let you beat the crap out of me.”

His hands fell to his sides. “That’s sick, kid. I’m not gonna do that.” He turned and climbed back to the top angrily.

“What? No, it’s not.” She hopped after him.

“I’m not gonna kill you just because you’re a twisted little brat who wants me to. That IS sick.”

She sighed. “Yeah, okay, it kind of is. Kind of really is. But uh… I just thought it would help you feel better, maybe.”

“What makes you think you know anything about making me feel better?”

“…That is a valid point…” she frowned, suddenly feeling terrible for making no attempts to get to know Ralph better. “But, well, I also feel like I deserve it for messing up so badly… Just kind of, uh, trying to take… responsibility, I suppose?”

He snorted, stretching his arms out in front of him. “Since when does Make-It Mavis, Cuss of the Century, care about responsibility?”

“I don’t,” she sighed. “But I should. Maybe a punch to the face will help me feel more responsible.”

“It won’t, kid.”

She pressed her lips together. “…Okay.”

Ralph let out a long breath through his nose. “Assuming you meant your weird little apology, though, that was pretty decent of you.”

Her spirits stirred and lifted slightly. “Was it?”

“Yeah. For you, anyway. Can’t recall ever hearing you apologize for playing pranks.”

“I don’t apologize for pranks, no, and I won’t,” she smiled impishly for a second, but it faded as she continued, “but yesterday wasn’t a prank. It was a mistake, and I’m sorry.”

“Good for you. Don’t do anything like that again or I might actually step on you.”

“I’m uncomfortable making very many promises,” she put her hands behind her head slowly, “but I will try. I’ll try to try.”

“Wow, that’s… Yeah, okay. I’m gonna… Whatever, kid, just get to your spot before the arcade opens.”

“I’m actually going to go talk to my cousin… How has he been?”

Ralph’s bushy eyebrows raised. “Well, he hasn’t been exactly happy. More like worried sick.”

She sighed deeply. “Great. I… I am not looking forward to this,” she turned to face Niceland, gazing up to Felix’s room. His window was wide open, a warm yellow light glowing from within. A completely horrible idea surfaced in her mind and her grin steadily reappeared. “Say, Ham-Hands…”

He grunted.

Peering at him sidelong, she continued, “How good is your aim?”

“Why?”

“What are the chances that you could toss me through that window up there?”

His brow furrowed and he glanced up at the building. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.”

“Dead being the operative term, here,” he growled. “If I miss, it’s not gonna tickle.”

“I believe you could do it. Who’s got a better throwing arm than you?”

“Power isn’t the same as precision, y’little dweeb.”

“Look,” she rolled her eyes, “all you need to do is throw me and I’ll stop bugging you.”

“For how long?”

“’Till I can walk again, assuming your aim is as bad as you claim.”

He heaved a heavy, gruff sigh. “Fine.”

Grinning, she curled herself up as tightly as she could manage, and Ralph picked her up like a tennis ball, taking a moment to judge the distance. Make-It shook with giddy, unsteady anxiety in his palm. This idea was so wonderfully terrible. If she splatted into the wall, maybe she would be out of commission long enough to justify not going to face Felix.

She thought to herself how remarkable it was, the lengths that she would go just to avoid an uncomfortable conversation.

Swirling his wrist around, winding up, Ralph threw her so hard, she felt as if she had fully-powered rocket shoes on. And hardly a second after she left his hand, she slammed with a horrible crash into the wall, back first, upside-down, completely spread-eagled. Ralph was right; it was the farthest thing from a tickle, and she felt the fibers of her code fire up and die down. By the time she had regenerated, flashing numbly, she was still stuck in the brick.

“I told you!” Ralph called up to her.

She returned to tangibility and felt the vicious lightning zip through her code. Clenching her teeth against the searing pain, her eyes watering, she had to admit that being broken was a lot less painful than burning to death.

Returning to normal, her pain fading and being replaced with a beautifully relieving unfeeling state, she sighed shakily and called back to him, “I’m okay.”

She let her legs fall down and caught on with her fingers in the Make-It shaped indent in the brick. Her head spun slightly, and she was just shaken enough to justify not coming to see Felix. With an unsteady sigh of relief, she began to plan her route down, but nearly dropped when she heard her cousin’s voice.

“Ralph?! What was that?” He leaned out of the open window, prompting Make-It to flatten herself slowly against the brick. “The arcade isn’t open yet!”

“I know,” he huge man called back, folding his arms. “Look to your right, Felix.”

She swore under her breath.

Felix gasped with every bit of his being. “Mavy!! Are you alright?!”

“Sour candy,” she muttered.

“…What?”

“Fine,” she grinned sheepishly.

“Did Ralph throw you up here?!”

“Yeah, but, uh, it’s fine. Don’t get mad at him for it, please.”

Felix looked horribly conflicted, stomping his feet slightly and huffing. “Well, alright, but c’mere!” He reached out to grab her hand, helping her in through the window. She stood guiltily, rubbing her back as he leaned out to fix the broken bricks left behind. When he turned around, her joints cracked with the force of his hug.

“Oh my land, Mavy, I’ve been so worried about you! I’m sorry about how things went yesterday, I really am. I’m sorry about everything I said. I didn’t mean it that way, but that doesn’t make it any better. I’m so sorry, and oh dear Mavy, I’m just so glad you’re home.”

Make-It bit her lip. “Yeah—”

“Was everything okay last night? I know you stayed with Turbo; I came looking for you, and I wanted to talk to you, but he wouldn’t let me come in… I’m sorry, Mavy, I should have tried harder…”

“I was fine, cuz,” she grunted under the pressure of his arms. “I just needed the night to myself.”

“With Turbo?”

“…Yes.”

He pushed her out to arm’s length, all-too-genuine concern flooding from his features. “So, did you two make-up? How did that go?”

“Had a couple drinks,” she shrugged, avoiding his gaze. “All is… uh, well, if not forgiven, then… Uh, he’s not pissed at me, I think..?”

“But…” he held onto her shoulders tighter, “why wasn’t he letting you leave?”

Her heart ignited in a spark of indignant anger. “He wasn’t keeping me prisoner, cuz. I could have left if I wanted to.”

“But… Forgive me, Mavy, but why would you want to stay with… Well, Turbo? When you could be here?”

She grew increasingly uncomfortable. “I don’t know, it’s just, well, it’s nice to have a friend, I guess. You know, one that’s not…” she winced against herself, hoping desperately that she would not hurt his feelings somehow, “not related to me, you know?”

“Oh,” he nodded briefly, “no, I understand, Mavy. I’m glad you’re making friends, I really am.” He grinned, and, somehow, she felt a little insulted. “It’s just that, well, I almost never see Turbo being chummy with anybody… Other than his fans, but I’m not sure if that counts, considering they’re… well…”

“Brainless. I know.”

“How did you manage to make friends with such a bristly fellow?”

She licked her lips, contemplating, not entirely sure what the answer was to that question. “Alcohol.”

Felix blinked. “Alcohol?”

“…Yeah, I got him drunk and when he woke up, we were friends.”

“…Is that really what happened?”

“More or less, actually,” she shrugged. Intimate details were not something she wanted to share with her cousin.

He shook his head incredulously. “So… everything was okay last night, spending the night with him?”

“Yes,” she almost snapped, her voice sharper than she intended. Felix flinched a bit, and she felt like she had been punched in the gut.

“Alright,” he raised his hands slightly, trying to calm her down. “I just had to make sure. Otherwise, I’d, well, I’d have to go give him a good talkin’ to.” He nodded firmly, and she supressed a snort.

He carried on, “But… Mavy, about yesterday, in the basement…” he put his hands together, his gaze lowered humbly. “I am really sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

She stared at the sickeningly clean yellow wall. “Yeah. I’m sorry for overreacting.”

“No,” he shook his head, “I think you reacted just the right amount, considering what I said… And, well, I want to talk with you about it—” Make-It shuddered, “—and help you feel better about yourself. Because, Mavy, you don’t deserve to feel like a pest. You’re a really uppity gal with a completely unique sense of humor, not a burden.”

His words clawed at her heart painfully, and she felt her teeth bearing down on her bottom lip. She felt like she was being peeled, and the outside air was so very, very cold.

“Mavy… do you want to tell me about how you’ve been feeling?”

Her mouth opened, but no sound surfaced. She simply fought back her tears, because if there was anybody she did not want to cry in front of, it was her cousin. Shaking her head slightly, she crossed the room to sit gently on the couch. He followed her and settled in beside her, carefully resting his arm around her shoulders.

She jumped at the sound of her own voice. “I don’t know who or what I am,” she confessed slowly and quietly. “I never know what I’m supposed to do or feel. God, I literally feel like a baby. Just… augh. I don’t know how to handle anything.”

“Well, sure you do, Mavy,” he squeezed her softly. “You’re not a baby, you’re just about as old as I am! You’ve got years of wisdom and intelligence behind you.”

“No,” she hissed at herself, still at war with her tears, “No, I don’t. All I have to go on is barely a week’s worth of sitting around in my basement making things.”

“What do you mean..?”

He could not be serious. There was no way he could not know. “Don’t you understand why we’re here? We’re characters in a video game. We are not actual people with real lives that start and end like they’re supposed to.”

“Oh, I know that. I knew that the second we were plugged in. That was actually my very first thought.”

“…It was?”

He nodded briefly. “The first thing I remember thinking was, ‘I am a good guy, and this is my game.’ After that, I started remembering my programming, what I was supposed to do with this,” he lifted his hammer slightly, “my backstory, and who I was.”

Make-It’s gaze slowly fell. “That’s… not how it was for me. I remembered my backstory before my programming… I… I guess when they made me, they didn’t even bother putting my code in the right order…”

“What? No, of course they did. Everything about you and your code is perfectly healthy.”

She peered at him sidelong. “Since when are you an expert on code?”

“I’m not,” he laughed slightly, “I’m most definitely not. But I can tell there’s nothing wrong with you, Mavy, and there never has been.”

“Look, when I came into being, I had such little significance to the gameplay that I actually had to be TOLD that I was a character. I have such little gameplay programming that my backstory outweighs it, so of course I’d remember that first. If I had so little to do with the game, why did they bother writing such an intricate backstory for me? Why did they have to put that kind of revelation on me?”

Felix paused, delving into his thoughts. “I don’t know, Mavy. I don’t know what they had or have planned for you.”

“That’s what I hate,” she breathed, and she felt the moisture finally creep into her eyes. “I hate not knowing. I don’t know anything. I never know if what I’m doing is right. It really is like I was born little over a week ago.”

“No, it’s not. You still have all those years behind you.”

“No, I DON’T!” She shouldered out from him, pushing herself across the couch, trying not to look at him and find out what kind of horribly emotional expression he was making. “None of that is real! I never had any uptight, suppressive parents, and I never had an awesome, kooky old great-grandma, and there was never a monochromatic town or any of that! Those memories are manufactured, none of them are real, none of them mean ANYTHING! And the worst part is that for the first little bit of my existence, I actually thought that they did. They meant something to me. I remembered it all and I—I was proud of it, most of it – and then everything that I thought was real was a lie. So I was not afraid, I was ready to have a new start, to make something out of that desolate basement that I was thrown into by the programmers. And now, I realize that I have NO IDEA how to start! I have nothing to go off of… nothing! I just… I feel like a stupid fish flopping around on a deck—no, in a desert, as far away from any thought of water as possible. I don’t know where to go, I don’t know who to be. All I have to go off is this lousy code in my head that’s so simple, so limited, that it doesn’t even help at all!”

Felix was silent for quite a while as she stared at the floor, trying to disappear, gnawing at her lips and blinking out tear drops. “In my backstory, I… I did things right. I had fun. I was clever and crafty. But now… I can’t remember how to be who I supposedly was. I feel like… I was handed this life and briefly told who I’m supposed to be, and… just dropped off to face it all alone and try not to die along the way.”

She glanced over at his leg, not ready to see his face. “It’s stupid,” she whispered. “It’s really, really stupid. But I feel like I’m doing a terrible job figuring myself out.”

“Mavy,” Felix began, scooting over to her and putting his arm around her shoulders again, despite her trying to flinch away. “I know that none of it actually happened. But… well… I don’t think that our backstories are there to be an actual past. It’s true that we started a week ago. And those years may not be real, they may not have really happened, but they’re still ours. We all have our own story. And I think that, just maybe, we’ve got them to help us.”

She swallowed. “How?”

“Well… to give us something to learn from, of course. If we were plugged in and didn’t have our backstories, well, we really would be like babies. We wouldn’t be able to do anything, because we would have nothing, no sort of knowledge. And the memories are fake, Mavy, sure. But the knowledge, and the lessons, those are real. And if we ignore our backstories… How are we going to keep those lessons?”

Make-It kept staring at the tediously groomed shag carpet. She had no idea how to feel about what she was hearing. Trying to bring back memories of her supposed past was something she had avoided for the entirety of her existence, ever since she realized they were mere programming.

Felix continued, “Don’t you remember when we met, Mavy? What we first said to each other?”

She tried desperately to suppress her laughter, but it came out in a painful snort. “I wouldn’t call that conversation exactly inspirational…”

He sighed ruefully, smiling, still. “Don’t you remember, though? I said ‘Hey there, little Mavy. I’m your cousin, Felix.’ And you said…?”

It was completely impossible for her to hold back a smile, and keeping the laughter out of her voice was just as futile. “I said—” she chortled, covering her face with one of her hands, “I said ‘Why do your buttons line up with your nipples?’”

Felix laughed outright, shaking his head, and Make-It was practically wheezing, she was laughing so hard. He continued, “I knew, right then, that you were really something else.”

She cackled, leaning back into the couch and letting her head fall back, still holding her hands to her face. “Oh sweet midi…” she shook her head incredulously, “I must have been, like, seven years old, and that’s the first thing I noticed..!”

“And do you remember the first little adventure in the woods that you took me out on? Remember the frog?”

She spluttered. “The one I put in your pants?”

“Yup, that one.”

She could hardly believe how hard she was laughing, after a second ago being so forlorn. It was just too hilarious; she could not help herself. She leaned against the arm of the couch, holding her sides, burying her face against her knees.

“And how you’d take me across wide, rocky streams, steep hills, up trees, and I would be so unsure? And I’d hesitate, and sometimes I’d be scared? Don’t you remember what you used to tell me, then?”

Her laughter slowly ceased as she recalled. Yes, she remembered.

“We can make it, cuz. We can make it.”

She could see him nodding from the corner of her eye. “You always knew we would be fine. Even in the worst situations. And of course, you must remember what I started calling you after you had told me that so many times.”

Her eyes widened a bit, her heart twisting over the fact that she had even once forgotten.

“Make-It Mavy,” she breathed.

“Yeah,” he said gently, finding his grip around her shoulders again. “Make-It Mavy. That’s how you got your title. It wasn’t because of this.” He tapped the bucket on her hip. “And boy, did you live up to that name. There was no situation that you could not make beautiful and happy. Nothing ever held you down or shut you up. You always made it.”

She stared at her hands in her lap, wringing them around each other, squeezing the tips of her gloves. With a heavy gulp, she decided to brave a glance at his face. Her heart flickered nervously as she saw how soft, sincere, and reassuring his eyes were. It made her so uncomfortable, but she put in all her effort to not look away while he continued.

“That’s who I believe you are, Mavy. You’re Make-It Mavis, because you can take anything, no matter how dismal or plain or what have you, and make it into something more. That’s what you’ve always done. And I know that you can still do it, if you just remember , if you don’t try to fight your wonderful story.”

Something inside of her broke. Some manner of barrier ruptured, and she found herself crying again, but happier than she had been in a very long time. Her arms crushed Felix against her so tightly that he squeaked and squirmed for a moment before hugging her back just as firmly. Her emotions came flooding out exactly the way that they always had in Felix, the way that made her so uncomfortable. Feeling it happen to herself felt so wrong, so foreign, but so genuinely needed.

“Thank you so much,” she muttered into his shoulder, rocking from side to side. “God, I thought I was broken.”

Her cousin chuckled briefly and shrugged in her embrace. “I can fix it.”

She only held him tighter, unsure of whether she was laughing or sobbing, but deeming either one appropriate. Pushing him back and wiping her eyes, bashful and embarrassed, still feeling so oddly vulnerable, she remembered something from several days prior.

“Hey, uh…” she tried to find the words that would not sound completely stupid. “Could we, uh, maybe… Take a look at that photo album you tried to show me before?”

Felix’s face lit up brighter than Game Central Station. Before he could answer, however, a voice echoed through the console.

“ATTENTION. THE ARCADE IS NOW OPEN.”

“Uh oh,” they said in unison, looking at each other. Felix hopped up involuntarily, walking robotically towards the door. Make-It stood, grasping at any thought she could find before he was gone.

“Okay, if not now, then, uh, maybe when the arcade closes? Can I just meet you back up here?”

He grinned and bounced cheerily. “You most certainly can!”

She smiled in earnest, heading for the window and climbing halfway out. “I look forward to it.”

#wreck it ralph #wir #fanfiction #turbo #fix it felix #make it mavis #writing #i had to punch a wall to feel manly again after reading this one

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