#Adam Foxington

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The Toonz Twins: Toontown Sleuths Chapter One: Point of No Return

Summary: Life is hard, especially if you’re a Toon. But life’s even harder if you’re a Toon hybrid living in a modern-day world where humans and Toons co-exist…and neither play nice. Cast aside by one of their own, a pair of twisted Toon twins finally leave the past one fiery night along with their pack to start a new life. But while they hit the road, the twins accidentally travel back in time and become a part of an investigation like no other.

Note: I’ve actually written this story before way back in 2018, but that was long back then when my old computer was slow AF and I wrote over 14 chapters. Sadly, I didn’t know how to download the original story before I got my new computer TnT. So I’m rewriting this from scratch.

Credit for inspiration goes to @imaginarytoon1, author of “The Birchwood Twins: Toontown Investigators” and @its-metal-mistress, author of “Bendy and the Ink Machine: Learning How to Live”. Please check out their own wonderful content ^^!

WARNING: This chapter contains graphic violence, murder, alcoholism, death, gore, Toon and hybrid Toon discrimination, profanity, attempted murder, and the Author’s terrible sense of humor

Life in Chicago is hard.

It’s hard to survive, it’s hard to get by on a day-to-day basis. New York City may be one of the toughest cities in the world, but Chicago was a city that was also known to make or break a person, but if you could make it in the Second City, you could make it in the Big Apple and that’s a fact.

But life’s even harder for a Toon. It doesn’t matter what generation you’re from, or how things changed back then. Speaking of which, here is a quick history lesson. Up until the year 1928, the world was full of nothing but humans. Humans that went about their daily lives, doing little things here and there to survive. However, that all changed after a…magical incident. Apparently, the animation legend Walt Disney had been working tirelessly to achieve his lifelong goal; make his dream come true. And after years and years of hard work, his dream stepped out of the crisp, clean white sheet of paper.

The first cartoon ever brought to life. Mickey Mouse.

But, you see, Mickey wasn’t really brought to life from an ink pen and white paper. Unbeknownst to humans, another universe existed like all the others in the galaxy. It goes by many names, but it is known as the Tooniverse, an alternate version of the human world ruled and constructed by cartoon characters. Imagine it as a universe where Cool World meets Bonkers, and Disney’s relationship with Mickey was lightly like Jack Deebs’ with the devil-in-disguise bombshell Holli Would. Disney thought he created Mickey, but he existed long before he popped out of the paper.

Shortly after he made his debut to the public, there was a HUGE ruckus. Human citizens began reporting seeing cartoon characters made by Disney and other cartoonists and animators popping up all over the city of New York, and it wasn’t long before Toons began pouring from the woodworks. But despite the love and success Disney and Mickey gained, it did cause a controversy.

Not all humans were thrilled to see cartoon characters coexist in the human world. In fact, most weren’t. Many saw them as nothing more than entertainment for kids, and often talked down to Toons as if they were mere toddlers unable to grasp the concept of human civilization and reality.

And then…things escalated into violent breakouts. Let’s just say Disney wasn’t happy with the humans’ negative response to the new way of life, and with the little help of another entrepreneur named Marvin Acme, they managed to convince Congress to pass the Disney & Acme Civil Rights Movement for Toons Act of 1947 (or Toons’ Rights Act of `47 for short). They pushed politicians to do the right thing, to give Toons civil rights because they were people too and deserved to be free instead of spending their lives caged and living in fear. Although the battle was long and brutal, the politicians gave in and several laws passed, eventually giving Toons equal rights. Life became happier for Toons.

However, humans still discriminate against Toons in the modern generation.

There were hate crimes. There were occasional riots not just outside of Toontown, a safe haven built for Toons located in Los Angeles, California, but literally in other states and even countries. Toon families who lived outside of Toontown were pretty common, but many fled to Toontown in fear of being mugged. Those who stayed, however…well, you get the picture. More laws were put in place to protect Toons living outside of Toontown, but the bloodstained ink still paints the walls to this very day.

But if you think things are bad enough for Toons, imagine your life as a hybrid Toon.

Hybrid Toons, like any hybrid creature, are Toons born between two different Toon species, whether one Toon parent is a cartoon human, animal, insect or even a Toon created through…darker circumstances. A halfie…is probably the only polite term hybrids have other than “hybrid”. Others would call them “half-breeds” and etcetera due to having physical features inherited by their interspecies parents but addressing them as “half-breeds” and such is basically a racial slur. WHICH IS LITERALLY THE WORST THING TO SAY TO A HYBRID TOON!!! Sadly, humans and Toons discriminate against halfies, because they weren’t “fully Toon like one of their parents”, which is bullshit. Thankfully, there are Toons out there who are more accepting of halfies and often at times see them as one of their own, but the hate still plagues the lives of these poor individuals.

Especially if they’re living in Chicago. Until one night in Chatham…

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In folklore, the Witching Hour or “Devil’s Hour” is a time of night that is known to be associated with supernatural events, whereby witches, demons, and other supernatural entities are thought to appear and be at their highest of power. Times often vary, such as the hour immediately after midnight, and the time between 3:00 am and 4:00 am.

That won’t be happening for two more hours, Twisted Twyla Toonz thought. She checked the time on her phone. 11:20 pm.

Crossing her arms, she emerged from the darkness of the abandoned warehouse and stepped into the pale, golden light of the streetlamp post.

Twyla’s Toon design appeared as an “emo teenage Minerva Mink” at first glance. But upon noticing her long wolf-like ears and her powerful femininity, she’s blossomed into a young woman reaching her early twenties. She stood just shy of six feet and carried herself with a dark queenly power. Twyla’s hair was as black as a starless midnight with waves hovering her midriff like the wings of a hovering raven and wistful bangs that veiled her left eye like the blade of a curved dagger. Her ghostly pale gray fur was an eerie contrast to her dark hair, so pale it appeared unnerving. Although she was slightly thin, she had a body that was carved with voluptuous curves carefully crafted by the skillful hand of an artist, and between small shoulders hung a large, womanly bust. Her hands and feet were delicate and feminine, but not without their deadly weaponry; sprouting from the tips of four fingers and three paw-toes were lethal, sharp claws painted glossy onyx that can slash through stone, flesh, and bone. Behind her, a long, enormous tail nearly twice her size was covered in soft, thick layers of inky fur swaying in the light like a looming shadow.

Twyla’s face was angelic and youthful, framed like a heart with a small touch of fluff on her cheeks, and she had a small, adorable black puppy nose that could easily sense prey and danger miles away. Two large, slightly rugged wolf ears matched her fur, and her right ear had a notch pierced by a single silver hoop earring. She also had dark, delicate lips soft like petals hiding a fearsome bite. But it was her eyes that gave her name. Twyla’s large, doe-like eyes, shaped like 1930s pie-cuts, were two bewitching shades of midnight and amethyst glittering in the darkness of night like stars.

Since the Witching Hour is close at hand, she thought she would dress for the occasion. For her outfit, she was wearing a gothic midnight purple bustier crop-top, trimmed with black elegant vampiric lace accenting the cleavage and the hem. Despite the month being the middle of August, it gets chilly when nightfall rises so she decided to wear a badass studded black biker jacket with matching biker gloves to keep warm, and like hell she was going to go anywhere without her large broad-brimmed black hat. She also wore skintight black jeans framing the svelte shape of her legs adorned with a silver vampire skull-buckle belt, black biker boots and around her neck she wore a necklace holding a beautiful sparkling silver crescent moon pendant, complimenting her name.

Her right ear perked hearing the sound of walking footsteps and turned to see the three other members of her family.

The first one to walk out the rusty door was the youngest, Echo. Echo was a petite pre-teen Toon mouse, and she had no business in being cute. Her fur was a light soft tan, warming her up from the tips of her ears to the tip of her long, slightly shaky tail. On top of a messy cloud of pink cotton candy for hair were two big mouse ears with pink insides, twitching from every sound they detected, even a heartbeat. Her eyes were pale milky blue, kissed by girlish lashes that fluttered like the wings of a fragile, innocent butterfly. While she had no whiskers, she had cute little buck teeth peeking out of her mouth accented by an adorable pink twitching nose.

Because she was a cartoon mouse, she had to be spoiled with cheese-themed clothing and accessories. She wore a long-sleeved black top with a Tom and Jerry logo with a baby pink tank underneath, cheese-designed pajama bottoms and sky-blue sneakers. Her jewelry only consisted of turquoise cheddar rhinestone earrings and a matching necklace. She was dragging the last remaining suitcase holding precious cargo she needed with her for the trip, and as she walked, her right sleeve accidentally slipped down her shoulder. Twyla’s heart panged spotting a handprint bruise that has been slowly healing and bit her cheek to hold back a murderous growl stuck in her throat from the memory of how Echo got that bruise.

The sweet mouse girl walked over to the slightly older female and requested for her help. They walked over to the back of the expensive silver SUV and Twyla clicked on the key button to open the trunk before helping Echo lift the suitcase in.

“Move faster!”

“Excuse me, asshat, last time I checked I can’t moonwalk without tripping over my fuckin’ tail!”

The girls turned their heads to the source (or should I say, sources) of the ruckus. It was just the boys taking a turn carrying a rather large heavy box, probably for Adam’s computer table.

Adam Rivers Foxington, or “Slick” as he’s nicknamed, was the oldest of the group. He was a young, handsome Toon fox with a lean bod. His fur was a fiery orange, save for his snow-white muzzle and underbelly. His face was cartoonishly vulpine, tufted in fluffy white fur softening his cheeks though his bite wasn’t nearly as soft. His ears were fluffed with cream innards, pointed with keen sharp awareness that matched his eyes like sharp jade razors. His attire of choice only had the intention of blending in, so he only wore a black hoodie with navy blue jeans and black shoes.

The fourth member was Twyla’s twin brother, Tommaso Toonz, or “Gunslinger Tom” for short. Unlike Twyla, he appeared more as a 1930s Toon wolf minus the longer snout and whiskers that haven’t grown in yet. His fur was inky black and quite rugged from the tips of his ears to his long furry tail, warming his sinewy physique. On top of his head was a wild mess of scruffy jet-black hair reaching down the nape of his neck adorned by unkempt bangs veiling over his forehead, casting a dark shadow over his pie-cut eyes that can pierce any man’s heart like two deadly obsidian bullets. Like his sister, he wore biker clothing. He wore a large, bulky black leather jacket over a matching V-neck top that barely concealed his brutal power, and wore dark ripped jeans adorned with a single silver chain dangling his left hip held up by a golden belt with ass-kicking biker boots. And like hell he was going to go anywhere without his own black fedora. His outfit of choice complimented his overall style; big and bad.

The boys lifted the box and with one heavy grunt, they carefully pushed it into the trunk. Tom fanned his sweaty face with his fedora. “All right,” he panted. His voice was smooth gravel smoked by a thick Chicago accent. “Is that everything?”

Echo pulled out her notebook where she’d listed down the essentials they’d bring. After a long moment, she looked up to their leader and nodded. Three sighs of relief exhaled.

This all started with an idea Adam suggested a few months ago, something that they all have been wanting for as long as they knew each other: a new life.

After they all discussed this during a sleepover meeting, the plan was set in motion. While the girls were sleeping, Tom and Adam stayed up all night, planning. They plotted the overall costs –- the cost of gas for hundreds of miles, the cost of food, hotels, and ideas for the ideal location. Thanks to Adam’s tech-wizard and hacker skills, he pointed Tom to a property resided in a few states over in a unique town where security is enhanced and job opportunities are better, and the house was big enough for all four of them. And thanks to Tom’s sleuth skills he learned while taking “odd jobs”, he was able to receive more than enough money to pay for most of the costs. The boys even cracked a chuckle, imagining the girls’ excited squeals when they see their “new home” while discussing what they’d need to bring, what’d they need to leave behind, and how much money they still needed to save. After figuring out how long it would take for them to reach that goal, they set a date: in six months, they’ll pack their bags and leave Chicago for good.

Tonight is the night.

However, only one question remained. Tom and Twyla turned to Adam. “Well, Slick?” Tom asked.

The fox chuckled and whirled himself around in a Toon-Tornado. He was sitting in a judge’s chair with a desk while holding a neat stack of papers. Putting on an antique pair of round spectacles, he spoke in a deep powerful voice. “After reviewing your case in a thorough analysis and inspection with the court, I have concluded the state of your request.”

All three heads zeroed on him, “Well?”

Adam looked up at the twins…and smiled broadly. “Congratulations, Mr. and Ms. Toonz.” He handed them over the papers, “You have been properly and officially emancipated. Case close.” He pounded his table with the gravel.

The silence was monumental before the three Toons let out a huge “WHOOO!!!!”, and the girls hugged each other while Tom did a Smooth Criminal victory dance and finished with a dab. Then, they all pulled Adam in for a powerful group hug, happiness flowing through their bonds, their spirits alive and singing. Their hug lasted for another long moment before Tom reluctantly pulled away. He dusted his arms and his hat, “All right, enough of this gooey emotional shit.” He ignored the girls’ deadpan looks and put his fedora back on. “How’s it lookin’ for transportation?”

Adam pulled out his phone and viewed the contents. “Smooth like silk. The Amtrack will be able to get us to L.A. within two days, seventeen hours and forty minutes, and the train doesn’t leave until midnight. Unfortunately, I couldn’t save two more seats for you guys, so I propose using the only Toon-friendly trolley system Chicago has to offer.”

“The Red Car.” Tom nodded. “Which means, it’s gonna be an even longer trip for us.” He frowned thoughtfully. “That’s not too far from here, so we should be able to catch the Red Car on time.”

Adam could tell there was something else Tom was hesitating to say. “What are you gonna do in the meantime?”

Daring to sneak a glance, Tom softly cursed from the slightly tense look in the older male’s eyes and sighed, knowing damn well how they’re going to take this next news. “Twyla and I are gonna grab a few more things at the Hellhole.”

“What?!” The twins winced from the anger of Adam’s sharply loud voice and the terror in Echo’s eyes. “Toonz, are you shitting me?! You said that you’ll never step one foot in that fuckin’ place again, and we both know why!”

“I know, and I mean that.” Tom placed a hand on the Toon fox’s shoulder. “But there are a few good memories that were stolen from us, and we want those back.”

After hearing “good memories”, Adam’s sharp glare softened, albeit slightly.

“No one’s gonna find us, right?”

Three heads turned to Echo who spoke for the first time since they started packing. She was glancing at them worriedly and her poor ears drooped, which softened their hearts. Sweet, precious Echo. She’s always looking out for them even after she has been through so, so much pain and unimaginable suffering.

Tom walked over and gently placed both hands on her delicate shoulders. “We’re gonna be fine, Candy Girl. Adam and I both made sure that our tracks are well hidden while going over the costs of our plan. Right, Slick?”

“That’s right, pipsqueak.” Adam nodded, “I went through the trouble of tweaking the security footage of the webcams and traffic light cameras to make double-sure we don’t get any unwelcome visitors. Not like that’s ever gonna happen. I mean, I’m already emancipated since I got tossed out. You were pronounced “missing”, basically dead. And the twins…” he trailed off, casting the twins a somber, wary glance. “Well…”

“No one even acknowledged us, so our “disappearances” will barely make it to the news.” Tom finished grimly.

His packmates looked down at the ground, bracing the chilly air of silence or Tom’s ice-cold resentment. Or the memory of the hard pill they’ve all swallowed long ago. After another long moment, Adam was the first to speak. “You sure we can’t tag along?” he asked.

“Trust me, it’s as bad as you remember. And we definitely don’t want Echo to get sick from inhaling the nasty stench of B.O. and booze.” Their leader replied, chuckling from seeing Echo’s cute little face scrunch. “You got your phone set?”

Adam looked at his device. “We’re hot.”

“Good.” Tom nodded. The boys exchanged a quick bro handshake, silently wishing each other good luck while Echo walked over to give Twyla another hug, only to make this one last longer. She finally pulled away, still holding onto the ravenette’s shoulders.

“Promise me you’ll be careful?” she asked, looking her right in the eye.

Twyla nodded. She understood why Adam and Echo were so hesitant to start the trip without them, but she and Tom didn’t want them to take any chances at the Hellhole. Her brother gently nudged her shoulder, getting her attention. Then he looked at the other two. “You gonna buy us a pizza to welcome us home?” He grinned at Adam.

“After making me haul up all your heavy-ass cargo? I don’t think so.” The fox snorted, flipping him the bird.

“Up yours too, asshole.” Tom chuckled, returning him the bird before he and his sister began their trail to the Hellhole.

Adam shook his head, grumbling as he walked over to get into the driver’s seat. Echo watched the twins go, her eyes glistening with inky tears. She held onto the passenger’s handle with one hand, and behind her back she kept her fingers crossed.

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It was practically pitch-black when they stopped at the apartment in East Chatham. The building was four stories in height and held more than 20 apartments, built of crumbling red bricks and mortar that weakened with age, bits and pieces falling off like the paper edges of a torn, tossed model sheet. The sides were caked with moss and mold from rain, age, and neglect. All the windows were closed and most of the lights were off, but the twins could see the cracks that had been left uncared for. Across the left side of the entrance stood a towering tree, its posture hunched over from the weight of the leaves and its branches dangling like a pork pig carcass. The perimeter was guarded by iron black gates tipped with sharp spear points, but no one was really living there. Everyone left, but some stayed to rot.

The twins exchanged a silent conversation, then they both nodded. “You sneak in through the bedroom window, I’ll check the master’s for more cash and heat.” Tom spoke, then he walked off to the other sidewalk.

Twyla observed her surroundings, pondering how she was going to sneak in without having to use the door. Her eyes saw the tree and a lightbulb lit above her head. She spotted the largest and thickest branch, rubbed her gloved hands together, and lunged onto the tree. With one hand on the branch, she hoisted herself up and used her tail to secure her landing before she began to climb. The wolf-mink female prowled across the branch like a graceful panther, moving the thick leaves out of her path, then she spotted the closet roof she could land on. Without taking her eyes off the roof, she took a slow deep breath, and jumped. Her raven hair flew around the air like a dark cape as she adjusted her altitude into a somersault, and like a performer, she landed on the roof with graceful time and finesse.

Twyla walked across the left side of the building, keeping her ears high and her eyes clear. It wasn’t long until she spotted the only window she was looking for, and she crouched down to knee-level before she reached for the bottom rail. It wasn’t locked. She carefully lifted the window up and stepped into the bedroom. Twyla’s and Tom’s old bedroom.

The walls were painted pale gray, almost white and the floor was blanketed in grey carpet padding. Across them were pale shadows of the band posters the twins already took down, and the bookshelf was void of the twins’ favorites, like The Outsiders and The Great Gatsby, and Twyla’s collection of Edgar Allan Poe. On Twyla’s left stood a twin-over full bunk bed, padded in skull-designed pillows and blankets. Sighing, she sat on the larger bottom bed where she once slept, her head in her hands. She thought of the good memories she acquired in the room. The times she spent trying to read while Tom played his favorite video games, days she spent helping Tom with his homework.

There were so many memories in this one room it was crazy. Her mind flittered to nights long ago when she helped clean her brother’s wounds, Tom cheering her up with his goofy voice impressions, but she banished the memories as soon as they came. The pain of remembering was too hard. She already had her bags packed in Adam’s car, and she entrusted him and Echo to look after them. And in spite of everything, she’s not bringing as much as she would need to. She only brought one purse where she kept her most valued and important necessities, and everything else she needed.

Sighing, she got up gingerly, careful to keep her movements quiet as she took her purse. As she grabbed onto the bedroom doorknob, she looked over her shoulder to the opened window, her heart steady and still as she faced the city with a somber glance.

Chicago was no longer her home.

Twyla opened the knob, and carefully pushed the door open without making a sound. She poked her head out, and noticed the long hallway across the living room and kitchen where the master bedroom was. Tom should be finished by now.

She stepped out into the living room and—

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Twyla froze. Her pale gray fur raised, alarming her that she was in grave danger. And when she looked at the balcony, her blood ran cold like ice.

Standing in front of her was another male Toon wolf, older by a few years. Unlike Tom, his fur was a rusty red and dirty compared to Adam’s. His hair was shorter than Tom’s but just as scruffy, and one of his ears was nearly torn off. He wore a stained white tank over worn-out jeans and black western boots adorned with a leather strap studded with flesh-piercing spikes. And he was muscular, but he wasn’t built with a soft layer like Tom has. No. He was huge, shredded, and his arms were packed with heavy muscle like steel armor. He towered over her, standing at an imposing height of seven feet, clenching his fist with one hand and Twyla could see the empty bottle.

Oh fuck, he’s drunk again.

Twyla’s eyes moved back to him, but doing so made her heart stop. He was looking at her the same way he always did, and it always frightened her. His lips bared into a menacing growl, revealing a mouthful of sharp bone-chewing fangs, but it was his eyes that terrified her the most.

Eyes full of ice-cold hate.

Twyla was paralyzed with fear, her heart beating so loud her eardrums would burst. Every fiber of her being trembled, unable to shake off the impending waves of horror from the sight of him, and she fought very hard not to let the memories cloud her vision.

If she spoke, he would only get angrier.

And if she did not speak, he would only get angrier.

She had to be careful.

“I-” she began to stutter but caught herself. He hates it when she stutters. “I’m sorry, Darry. I’ll leave now—”

It happened so fast. Paralyzing pain singed her right cheek. Her head spun so fast she could have gotten whiplash before she fell on the floor, spots popping up in her vision as she tasted blood on her tongue.

“You’re sorry? YOU’RE SORRY?!” the male roared. His voice was like an avalanche of a thunderstorm; loud, booming, and unforgiving. His icy blue eyes flashed like lightning, and a low growl rumbled from his throat like a warning thunder. “You have the fuckin’ nerve to show your ugly-ass mug here in my house, after what you’ve fuckin’ done, and now you’re fucking SORRY?!?!”

Twyla couldn’t breathe. His words dug into her chest like sharp claws, ripping out her heart. It wasn’t the first time he said something like this, not the first time he blamed her. Every day and night was the same back when she and Tom lived with him. He comes home from work. He drinks. And he gets angry. And even on nights he doesn’t drink, he gets angry. She wanted to help him. And she tried—she really tried, but the grief destroyed him.

She tried to speak—but bolted as soon as she saw the bottle flying towards her.

It shattered upon impact against the wall, broken glass shards scattering across the floor like pieces of broken crystal. Twyla was terrified, silent and shocked. He had never raised a hand or threw his beloved Jack Daniels at her before. She faced Darry, but he was already charging at her like a savage animal; luckily, she was able to leap over him despite being in a narrow-spaced apartment just as her opponent slammed headfirst into the stove. He grabbed onto the counter and stove railing for support, but he accidentally knocked over another bottle of alcohol, but it was full, and he switched the burner control knob on. Fire burst from the grate right into Darry’s face and right arm, causing him to recoil and scream in agonizing, burning pain.

Twyla spotted the balcony and its doors wide open. She grabbed her bag and ran over to get ready to jump.

But just as she reached out for the railing, Darry’s large hand grasped onto her tail in a very painful grip and swung her high in the air before slamming her on the ground hard enough to injure her skull. Mind-searing pain coursed her head, and her vision became distorted. And then, the large red beast pounced on her and curled his strong hands around her neck, using his strength and body weight to prevent her from escaping.

Twyla tried gasping for breath, but she could barely breathe due to her lungs being constricted. She writhed and kicked as much as she can, but Darry wouldn’t even budge. Her vision began to darken. Fuck, this is bad! She needed to be stronger!

Despite her deteriorating vision, she saw Darry pull something large and metallic out from his pocket and heard something click. Then she spotted little green splatches drip from the long barrel of the object. She took a whiff, and her heart dropped down to her stomach.

Is that…Dip?! Her amethyst eyes went wide as saucers, stricken in horror. How the hell did he get a Dip-bulleted gun?!

A new burst of adrenaline kicked in her system, and she felt a newfound strength within her fight-or-flight instincts. She clawed and kicked even harder, even as Darry’s vice-grip on her neck tightened.

“It should have been you,” Darry snarled resonantly. Twyla dared to look at his half-burned face. His right eye was bloodshot, marred by the burn scars scorning the side of his forehead all the way down to his cheekbone and neck. He glared down at her with barbaric, murderous hatred before he aimed the barrel of his gun at her face. Twyla’s heart pounded with intense, quivering terror. “IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN YOU!!!”

“GET THE HELL OFF OF HER, YOU BASTARD!!!”  

Darry whirled his head around and Tom lunged onto him, knocking Darry’s gun out of his grasp. Twyla rolled over to her side, gingerly soothing her throat as she coughed heavily. As she slowly regained consciousness and oxygen, she turned to see her brother on top of the larger wolf and beating the absolute shit out of him. His tail whooshed and lashed out like a furious, deadly cobra as he beat his bloodied fists repeatedly in the drunk bastard’s face, screaming curses and obscenities in hateful English and Italian.

And Darry was completely fucked up.

His hair and fur massed with dirt and blood, his left eye nearly swollen shut, and his red cheeks battered with red, purplish bruises. His snout was smeared with traces of blood dripping down his nose and seeping down his lower lip, staining his gritted teeth red. Twyla could see three bleeding claws marks across the older male’s chest, and figured that Tom was trying to rip his heart out.

Tom saw his sister watching and shouted, “GO! I’ll hold him off! GO!”

With him distracted, Darry took advantage of the opportunity to unsheathe his claws and swung his right hand at Tom’s face, scratching him. He was sent flying across the room before he tumbled into the crappy sofa, causing the furniture to fall on top of him. The drunk brute used his hands to steady himself, swaying a bit as he struggled to stand up, his eyes locked on the biker-clad gangster.

No! No! Twyla panicked, looking around to find what she could use. She saw the gun and immediately tucked it into her jacket pocket, but her eyes spotted something. A long glass shard.

Tom clutched onto his left ribcage painfully, gritting his teeth as he held onto the sofa with his one hand before he slowly pulled himself up. A thin trail of blood dripped down his right eyebrow, clouding his vision. He dug in his left pocket, but Darry had him cornered. He grabbed Tom by the scruff of his neck and reared his right fist, ready to punch him.

But before he could throw his fist, Twyla pounced on him from behind and used her delicate arms to pull him into a chokehold. The red Toon wolf dropped Tom and grasped onto the girl’s arm, intent on pulling her off him. But Twyla was quicker.

She pulled out the shard, shoved it around Darry’s neck, and slit his throat.

Slash.

Crimson blood sprayed from Darry’s throat like a sprinkler, staining his shirt. His eye widened in shock. All he could do was grasp his bloodstained neck and let out a garbled symphony of choked screams and groans from the unbearable, flesh-tearing pain. The twins watched him sway, his arms dangling to his sides. Then he fell onto his back motionlessly.

Tom stood up on his feet and quickly walked over to his sister. He knelt and gently held her by her shoulders. “Are you all right?” he asked, then reprimanded himself when he saw the nasty bruises on her cheek and neck. “Fuck that. You’re not all right. Stupid question.”

Twyla nodded, but softly gasped when she saw the scar on his eye. “Tom. Your eye.”

“Huh?” He reached up and touched his eyelid, hissing upon impact. “Oh, I’ll be fine. I’m fuckin’ Gunslinger Tom Toonz, for God’s sakes.” He snickered.

Twyla sighed and shook her head, but she couldn’t hold back a snicker.

A garbled groan interrupted them.

The twins both turned to see Darry, who was still alive. But he was barely breathing. He laid in a puddle of his own blood, gently grasping his slit throat to stop the bleeding, but it was too late. His heartbeat was slowly growing faint, his breaths growing weaker by the minute. He heard two sounds of footsteps walking towards him, and he looked up to see Tom and Twyla standing near him.

They loomed over him like two foreboding phantoms, staring down at him with bared fangs and hellish fury glowing in their eyes. Tom’s hardened, murderous glare suddenly extinguished into a calm but stoic expression. He and Twyla turned to each other and stared right in the eyes, as if they were having a silent conversation.

After a long moment of silence, Tom spoke. “If we do this, we cannot return.”

Twyla looked at him for a moment, then slowly turned to the dying drunkard before them. She stared at him long and tense, unwavering even as he glared hotly at her despite the life slowly draining out of him.

Twyla shut her eyes, then looked away.

Tom jerked a nod, “You might wanna take a step back.”

He dug into his pocket and pulled out his gun.

Darry’s dying heart skipped a beat and opened his mouth to scream.

A gunshot broke the silence, and the bullet pierced right into his heart.

Splatches of dipped red smeared the floor right where Twyla stood and stained the sofa. Smoke rose from the corpse’s bleeding chest where Tom shot him, and Darry’s right hand fell to his side. The slash was so deep Twyla practically cut his head off. Hell, Tom could even see the veins on his jugular. He grinned with proud sadistic mirth.

Suddenly, a harsh brazen screech shrieked, followed by the smell of alcohol and gas. The twins whirled to see a growing fire fueled by the spilled booze, the flames tickling the steel exterior of the stove and dripping down to the floor. “Oh, shit! Fire!” Tom shouted, “Grab your bag and let’s bail!”

Twyla secured her purse and took her brother’s hand, running together towards the balcony. With one great leap, the twins jumped high in the air and soared across the backyard. Tom pulled his sister close protectively while keeping his hat on before he landed on his feet just inches away from the gates. He allowed himself to take a few deep breaths before he and Twyla continued running. They ran across the narrow trail leading to the left side of the apartment, not once releasing their grip even after they stopped out in the open. Twyla’s chest was heaving heavily, inhaling huge gusts of air and suddenly she spotted something red driving down their way. “Look!” she pointed.

Tom looked past his twin’s shoulder and squinted. Then he beamed, “The Red Car!”

Indeed, it was the Red Car. Their own chariot, painted in shining red and gold. Brought to you by the Pacific Electric Railway company. And right on schedule!

With all the energy they had left, the twins darted all the way down to the closest stop on the end of the sidewalk. Once they reached there, Tom pulled out his wallet while Twyla quickly applied some concealer to hide her bruises. Her brother stuck out his thumb, motioning for the vehicle to stop. With a slow, steaming hiss and the brake on the wheels, the Red Car stopped for them. The doors opened, revealing the driver to be an elderly male Toon vulture.

“You here for the midnight trip?” he asked gruffly.

“Yeah.” Tom, being the gracious gentleman he was, dug out a big smack of $20. “Would this do?” he asked, giving the driver the money.

He looked down, then sighed. “All right. Hop in.”

Tom tipped his hat, “Much obliged.”

He led his sister to the back seats at the end of the Red Car and let out an exhausted sigh the moment he sat his ass down. Twyla joined him, digging in her small mirror to check her reflection. The doors closed, the engine started, and the ride began. The Red Car was driving a few blocks past 79th Street when the twins suddenly heard a siren. They looked over Twyla’s right where the window was and saw a Toon firefighter truck zooming down past them. Eyes widening, they turned around and peered through the small glass window to watch the truck drive towards East Chatham where a flaming inferno blazed to life, eating the blackened tree leaves. The glow of the fire shone bright in the dead of night, melting the chains of the unreachable past.

This was the point of no return.

“Boy, am I glad to be out of this hellhole.” The driver grumbled to himself.

“You and me both.” Tom agreed, unaware of the stricken look on his sister’s face.

She shook it off, then looked at the words on the tracker written in glowing neon.

3280 Hyperion Avenue, Los Angeles, California.

Their destination; Toontown.

[rhyliethelovelycaterfly]

Sergio Limon Ponce Hires Adam And Lute To Kidnap Diane Foxington

Note: I Have a bad feeling about this

[a34trgv2]

Why It Worked: The Bad Guys

SPOILER WARNING: This post contains majors spoilers for The Bad Guys. If You haven't seen this film, you might want to before reading further. You've been warned.

Introduction: The Bad Guys is an animated action, comedy, heist film based on the children's book series by Adam Blabey. Directed by Pierre Perifel, the film stars Sam Rockwell, Marc Marron, Awkwafina, Anthony Ramos, Craig Robinson, Zazi Beets, Alex Borstein, Richard Ayode, and Lilly Singh as Mr. Wolf, Mr. Snake, Ms. Tarantula, Mr. Piranha, Mr. Shark, Diane Foxington, Police Chief Misty Luggins, Prof. Marmalade, and Tiffany Fluffit. Produced by DreamWorks Animation and distributed by Universal Pictures, the film was released on April 22, 2022. Critics were very receptive to it as 88% of 172 reviews on Rotten Tomatoes gave an average rating of 6.9/10. The film was also a massive success, even by pre-pandemic standards, as it made $250 million on a budget of $69-80 million. When I first saw the trailer, I thought it looked super dope and upon watching it on Blu-ray I was absolutely blown away. This film excelled at all the aspects of it's filmmaking and I'm more than happy to talk about it on Why It Worked.

The Plot: Set in a world where humans and anthropomorphic animals coexist, a group of convicted felons plot to pose as good samaritans to pull off the biggest heist of all time. Things start to go awry when Wolf, the leader of the group, starts to find that being good actually feels really good. This puts his friendship with the guys, particularly Snake, to the test and uncovers a conspiracy that puts all of LA in great danger. Right out of the gate, this film hooks you with an amazing opening chase sequence that brilliantly introduces the characters, the world they inhabit, and the main conflict at hand. In addition to witty dialogue and hilarious jokes, the opening showcases what the tone of the film is and why we sympathize with these characters. The best part? The film keeps the momentum of the first 7 minutes going for the rest of the picture! This film has exquisite pacing with each scene showcasing wonderful use of show, dont tell, clever jokes, and excellent camaraderie between the characters. The greatest highlight of the film's story is its happy marriage of 2D and 3D animation, clearly taking a page from Sony's Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse. The film brings these characters to life with remarkable cel-shading, unique body types based on their personalities, and very expressive facial features. LA also looks gorgeous with vibrant warm colors in the daytime, contrasting with soothing cool colors at night. The city also feels lived in with an abundance of people populating the backgrounds and the city feeling like a huge playground for the Bad Guys. The biggest highlights of the animation are the action scenes, which best showcase the speed, veracity, and vibrant colors the film offers. This film's story was already funny and unique, but the filmmakers went above and beyond in making this a masterclass of visual storytelling.

Cast and Characters: This has got to be among DreamWorks' best casted films! Everybody brings their A game to their roles, and they all have such great chemistry with one another. Our leading pickpocket and chief, Wolf, is such a swave, charismatic and funny leader who at first enjoys the life of crime he's chosen, but grows so fond of doing good he starts to drift from his original beliefs and becomes a really complex character. Major props to Sam Rockwell for delivering such an authentic and funny performance. His best friend, Snake, is a crusty, deadpan python who relishes his crime life more than Wolf, and they become at odds as the film progresses, and Wolf gradually becomes a different person. Marc Marron gave a very nuanced performance, making him sound crusty but also funny and fleshed out. Shark is a big, lovable master of disguise who adds extra comedy to the film thanks in large part to Craig Robinson's performance. Tarantula is the sassy, tech-savvy arachnid that serves as the group's hacker and is played brilliantly by Awkwafina. Piranha is a psychotic fish that acts first and thinks never and has some really good singing chops thanks to Anthony Ramos. Governor Diane Foxington is a sly, sassy, and clever public official who makes for a great foil for Wolf and is played wonderfully by Zazie Beets. Family Guy alum, Alex Borstein, absolutely kills it as Police Chief Misty Luggins, making her sound boisterous and manic in her pursuit of the Bad Guys. Lilly Singh did a really good job as Tiffany Fluffit, making her sound like an eccentric and bubbly news reporter. Then there's the film's surprise villain, Professor Marmalade. I honestly never saw the twist coming because, at first, he seemed like a genuinely good person who believes the Bad Guys can change, and everyone deserves a second chance. Once his true colors are revealed, that's when it all clicked. All this time, Marmalade was using the Bad Guys as a ruse to keep everyone's eyes off him so he could take the meteorite and harness its power to pull the biggest heist the world has ever known: using mind controlled guinea pigs to steal $1 billion dollars that was going to charity! Wow, now THAT'S evil! Richard Ayode provided such a brilliant performance, perfectly playing the kind, optimistic, good-hearted Marmalade while also devouring the scenery when his true colors are revealed. This is such a wonderful cast of characters, and everyone deserves a round of applause for their voice work.

Where It Falters: 👏I👏want👏more! No seriously, this film is a 10/10 and the only gripe I have is I want more. The film is 100 minutes long and it very much feels like this is the beginning of DreamWorks' next big franchise. So I definitely expect a sequel to be made at some point. Yes, I know there's a holiday prequel on Netflix, but I saw the trailer for it and it looked like a very pale imitation of this film. Might as well just watch The Bad Guys again, which I did.

Conclusion: The Bad Guys is now among my all time favorite DreamWorks Animation movies, right next to Kung Fu Panda 2 and The Prince Of Egypt! With a fast paced and hilarious story, well developed characters, excellent vocal performances, amazing animation, and a killer sound track, this film didn't meet my expectations: it EXCEEDED them! I can't recommend this film enough, especially if you're a fan of heist movies. This film should also be studied for aspiring storytellers on how to brilliantly showcase visual storytelling and how to write clever and witty dialogue. Thank you all so much for reading and I'll see you soon 😉

[cloudzzcore]

Howdy folks I’m Cloud and I’m just a simple writer who’s trying to find a new hobby!

INTRODUCING MYSELF / Masterlist

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୨୧┇Name: Cloud

୨୧┇Age: Not saying it, But I am a Minor

୨୧┇Pronouns: All (Preferably He/They)

୨୧┇Timezone: EST

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╰─ - ̗̀✎ My Boundaries...

୨୧┇DMs: ✅ (ask)

୨୧┇Pings: ✅

୨୧┇Friend: ✅

୨୧┇Nicknames: ✅

୨୧┇Tonetags: ✅

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୨୧┇Likes: The Little mermaid live action, ITSV, ATSV, Bad Guys, Law and order, Lackadaisy, TADC, Helluva Boss, Hazbin Hotel.

୨୧┇Favorite Characters: Zooble, Kinger, Gangle, Jax, Caine (TADC). Mr. Wolf and Ms. Tarantula, Diane. (Bad Guys). Ariel, Sebastian (TLM). HOBIE, Miles, Pavitr, Gwen, Jessica Drew, Peni Parker, Spidernoir. (ITSV, ATSV). Freckle, Rocky, Nicodeme and Serafine (LACKADAISY), Fantoccio, BARNABY, Billie. (Billie Bust Up) Queen Bee, Fizzarolli, Millie, Loona, STOLAS. (Helluva Boss), Angel Dust, Alastor, Charlie, ADAM. (Hazbin hotel)

୨୧┇Dislikes: Pushing Boundaries, misuse of tonetags.

୨୧┇Extra: I'm a avid helluva boss and Hazbin Hotel editor.

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Fandoms I write for

Hazbin Hotel Masterlist

Characters that I write for:

Charlie

Vaggie

Angel Dust

Alastor

Husk

Niffty

Lucifer

Adam

Lute

Possibly Sera

Emily

Vox

Velvette

Rosie

Carmilla

Sir Pentious

Helluva Boss Masterlist

Characters that I write for:

Blitzo

Millie

Moxxie

Loona

Stolas

Queen Bee

Octavia

Asmodeus

Fizzarolli

Crimson

Striker

Verosika

Glitz and Glam

Barbie Wire

Possibly Andrealphus

Trolls (All three movies)

Characters that I write for:

All of the Royal Troll Leaders

All of BroZone

Poppy

Viva

Hickory

(JUST ASK FOR A CHARACTER BC I CANT THINK OF ANY-)

The Bad Guys

Characters that I write for:

Mr. Wolf

Mr. Snake

Mr. Pirahna

Mr. Shark

Ms. Tarantula

Diane Foxington

The Amazing Digital Circus

Characters that I write for:

Pomni

Jax

Gangle

Kinger

Caine

Ragatha

Zooble

Possibly more to come!!

Rules for requests

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I can’t do smut to save my life and don’t want so no smut, Sorry!

No P*dophillia

No nasty stuff

No Oc x Canon characters

[kristyavsonhero2]

now, We Know the story of the bad guys changed into the good guys. 

But what if somebody else reformed the bad guys instead of Professor Marmalade and.... someone is 10 times better then Marmalade? What If somebody has Touched the meteorite and gives her/him superpowers by 50% and keeps it a secret?

What if Shortfuse had another vision of Kristy Avson the human woman from another world (aka The Shining star) battling Dread Overlord Splaarghön?

what if there was an 4th Prophecy about the star who shined so brightly as well, but only different and whisper that says, "Only the shining star will triumph over evil." in The Bad Guys AU: shining star arc, it does.

Story: shortfuse has a new vision of.... the star, a shining star is stronger than Shortfuse (AKA the one). somewhere in the Multiverse who can defeat Dread Overlord Splaarghön and save the multiverse.

At her homeworld know as earth, Kristy avson is a just a normal 31-year-old human woman, living her life, wondering what her life's purpose is.

when Dread Overlord Splaarghön tries to make a deal with kristy to join his side, she refuses. She figures it out after she reads books like "the bad guys" is written by Aaron Blabey and connecting the dots altogether about his evil plan. even she sees the horrible future were snake joins him.

fearing for the human interference, lord Splaarghön Sents kristy to some world where she'll never see her family again.

Kristy stuck in the world where where humans and anthropomorphic animals coexist. while being stranded in this dimension, kristy saw a strange looking meteorite AKA Love crater meteorite as she looks at is. kristy get accidentally close to touch... She still has a brown hair, but one highlight in front color is Turquoise like the meteorite. her hair somehow changes one color in the front of her hair, and she got some superpowers: mind-control and telekinesis. she got away before anyone sees her.

Over time, she became extremely popular and number one priority now then Professor Marmalade.

you know the rest of the movie where Professor Marmalade reformed the bad guys, but in this au, kristy will be refroming the bad guys instead at Professor Marmalade place. kristy and snake slowly become friends because mr. snake finds kristy not scared of the bad guys (kristy can be such a badass). the rescue of Guinea pigs from a lab was a failure But at least the Guinea pigs were safe thanks to the bad guys because Marmalade asked them to.

at the gala for goodness the second time, Wolf, having fallen in love with Foxington and seeing that he and his gang could actually go good, ultimately decides to take the offer of a fresh start, kristy in a beautiful galaxy Drass and dances with mr. snake in shining star arc au.

you know this movie where then Professor Marmalade sets the bad guys up to steal the meteorite.

in the au, not olny Marmalade steals the meteorite but also kidnapped kristy and had planned for the gang to be framed. He also reveals that he was the old woman Wolf had helped at the first gala, much to Wolf's fury. snake thinks that kristy has set him up too (even kristy has nothing to do with it).

In prison, Wolf tells his gang that he does not want to be a criminal anymore and that he believes a better life is possible for all of them. Snake rejects his proposal, adamant their public perception cannot be turned. Their fight is interrupted when a mysterious person, soon revealed to be Foxington, rescues them. Wolf identifies her as The Crimson Paw, a former criminal mastermind. Now free, the gang still rejects Wolf, who goes with Foxington. The gang finds their hideout wholly emptied of their loot, as Wolf had revealed its location to Foxington earlier to appease for his crimes. After Snake willingly gives Mr. Shark his last Push Pop out of kindness, they realize that Wolf was right and set out to help him. However, Snake denies it and allies with Marmalade, who plans to use the meteorite to power a device to hypnotize an army of guinea pigs into stealing his own charity funds. Foxington reveals to Wolf that she reformed when she was about to steal the Golden Dolphin, realizing that she was not being anything more than what everyone saw her as.

Wolf and Foxington break into Marmalade's home to steal the meteorite, only to be captured by Marmalade and Snake. The rest of the gang rescues them and steals the meteorite and while foiling Marmalade's heist. Chasing them to get Snake back while kristy goes with the gang, Marmalade kicks Snake out of his helicopter to blackmail Wolf to give him kristy and the meteorite back. However, the gang rescues Snake and kristy as destroys Marmalade's mind-control device, before surrendering to the authorities to prevent Foxington from revealing her criminal past. kristy's powers is gone for a long time after Marmalade use the device to drain her powers.

Marmalade attempts to take credit for recovering the meteorite, but it is revealed to be a fake planted by Snake, who had faked his defection and secretly switched it for the manor's meteorite-shaped lamp while saving kristy, the first human who didn't see him as a monster and yet not scared of him, and rigged the real meteorite to explode, blowing up Marmalade's manor and exposing him as the thief. When the lamp falls on Marmalade, a diamond that he stole from Foxington falls out of his suit, which police chief Misty Luggins recognizes as having been stolen by the Crimson Paw years ago. With his true nature exposed, and implicated as the Crimson Paw, Marmalade is arrested. Wolf then reveals to Snake that he deliberately left behind the Push Pop, much to Snake's shock.

The gang is still sent to prison for their former crimes but released for good behavior after one year and join Foxington and Kristy to begin their new lives.

in the book and the bad guys au, kristy is with them to go on all sorts of adventures after her superpowers of meteorite has somehow returns. even the friendship of kristy and mr. snake has been growing. kristy tries to warn him about the dark overlord was going to make a deal with him but has no idea what she's talking about and thinking she is being herself by Thinking outside of box again.

even they join the league of heroes as kristy is not sure why did the Love crater meteorite chose her. but Dread Overlord Splaarghön is not happy that kristy is somehow still alive.

Dread Overlord Splaarghön wants to make a deal with snake by threatening snake to harm her and his friends if he doesn't join him. Eventually he doesn't have a choice but join him as his minion.

the rest of the Book series of the bad guys, there was craziness in the story. in the au, same thing.

Snake was manipulated by Dread Overlord Splaarghön to do such a point where he believed and agreed to such but would instead wind up becoming corrupted by the entity. Once joining the Underlords, Snake would regress far worse than he originally was, eventually becoming much crueller and more villainous in his current state.

kristy and snake has both had bad experience with birthdays when they are kids in the backstories.

kristy use to have birthday parties, but after her parents learned that she has autism, nobody shows up to her birthday parties anymore And her mother divorced him after she found out that he had been cheating on her.

She is still had hope because she won't let one bad birthday get her down as she looks at the stars in the night sky, wishing.

So kristy and Snake are on the same boat, but Kristy took a light path while mr. snake took a dark path as he is walking a path of crime.

when all hopes seem lost, kristy wasn't going to give up on everything and everyone that she ever cared about, even mr. snake. she wants to Free everyone from under Dread Overlord Splaarghön's influence.

she wants to save the multiverse and the ones she loves as she has now wears a multiverse armor dress. on her birthday, kristy is at war, the multiverse war after she has found her life's purpose.

as the war rages on, wolf battles snake as he tries to tell snake to fight the control of dark overlord.

kristy is having one on one battle Against dark overlord in the Nightmare Realm. kristy tries to fight him, but lord Splaarghön is too strong.

Kristy's superpowers get overpowered Because she remembers all the times that she spent time with her friends and family. even she has new friends like the bad guys. also have a great friendship with mr. snake. Mr. Snake is the reason that she was freed from her gilded birdcage for so long.

after the long battle of good vs evil with a musical number, kristy won the war, Freeing everyone from under dark overlord influence thanks to the power of love, friendship, family and kindness.

Kristy's powers is gone for good and returns home safe.

But kristy can returns to mr. snake's world because Shortfuse lets her and have a happy ending.

So, Snake's has friends, kristy has family.

you get it? friends and family.

[starlightmeadowbloom]

Mr Wolf Profile (my version)

Birth name: Amarok Warren Wolferville

Adopted name: Todd Wolf

Future name: Warren Cooper

Referred name: Mr Wolf

Other names: Wolf (everyone)

Warren (Sly Cooper and Drake Lupus)

Titles: The Big Bad Wolf

Occupation: The Leader of the Bad Guys (formally)

The Master of Pickpocketing Thief (sometimes)

Leader of the Good Guys (main)

Home: The Wolferton’s Cottage, somewhere in the forest of France (birthplace)

The Bad Guys Hideout, New York City (main)

Date of Birth: 19th of October 1991

Kind: Wolf

Gender: Male

Age: 31

Alignment: Bad (sometimes)

Good (sometimes)

Hair/Fur Colour: Brown with a mix of grey and white

Eye Colour: Dark brown

Magic Aura Colour: A mix of black and grey

Theme Songs: Flawed Design by Stabilo

Protector by City Wolf

Who I Am by The Score

Tonight (I’m Lovin’ You) by Enrique Iglesias and Ludacris

Bad Guy by Billie Eilish

Good Tonight by Anthony Ramos

Best Friends: Mr Snake (best friend, adopted father)

Mr Shark

Mr Piranha

Miss Tarantula

Wander West-King (closest brother)

Sly Cooper (enemy, best friend, secret lover/romantic affair, boyfriend, future husband)

Star Butterfly (best friend, closest sister)

Po (great teacher-friend)

Twilight Sparkle (trusted steed-friend)

Rapunzel

Pirate Captain (frenemy sometimes, but good friend)

Alice Liddell

Family: Akela Nathan Wolferville (dad) - (deceased)

Anya Bethany Starfall (mom) - (deceased)

Romulus Alex Wolferville (uncle)

Romeo Leo Wolerville (cousin)

Juliet Anna Wolerville (cousin)

Remus Adam Wolferville (uncle) - (deceased)

Sierra Michelle Wolferville (aunt)

Pheonix Ryan Wolferville (cousin)

Indio Liam Wolferville (cousin)

The Wolferville Ancestors

Mr Snake (adopted dad)

Mr Shark (adopted older brother)

Mr Piranha (adopted older brother)

Miss Tarantula (adopted older sister)

Sly Cooper (boyfriend/future husband)

Bethany Cooper (future adopted older daughter)

Adam Cooper (future adopted younger son)

Connor Cooper (future father-in-law)

Marie Cooper (future mother-in-law)

The Cooper Ancestors

Jack Lupus (godfather)

Birthpowers: Black magic (Clockwork’s part of jealously)

Healing abilities (from his mother)

Other Powers: West-Kings powers (gifted by Wander West-King)

Butterfly powers (gifted by Star Butterfly)

Glowing black, white and gold eyes (self-taught)

Super strength (self-taught)

Super speed (self-taught)

Flying (self-taught)

Master swordsmanship (self-taught)

Kung fu moves (trained by Po)

Archery (trained by Sly Cooper)

Gunshot (self-taught)

Fire powers (when he lose his temper)

Goals: To became the greatest villain of all time in New York City (formally)

To help everyone in needs (true meaning)

To protect everyone from grave danger of darkness (main)

To help villains redeemed (main)

To get heroes and villains work together (main)

Personality: Cunning, charming, Good-hearted, honest, kind, funny (sometimes), generous, loyal, shy (sometimes), forgiving (sometimes), intelligent, quick-thinking, friendly (sometimes), caring (sometimes), helpful, determined, thoughtful, serious (sometimes), care-free, free-spirted, fearless, brave, childish (sometimes), stubborn, feisty, cheeky, flirting (sometimes), adventurous, sneaky, sarcastic, playful (sometimes), violent (sometimes), tough, fighter-to-the-core, proud, swear-mouth (sometimes), quick-temper (sometimes), hopeful, smart, unsure (sometimes), fast-learning

Love Interests: Diane Foxington (ex-girlfriend)

Sly Cooper (first kissed, secret lover/romantic affair, boyfriend/future husband)

Enemies: Professor Marmalade

Sly Cooper (formally)

Pirate Captain (sometimes)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Likes: Pickpocketing, driving his car adventurous, helping others, traveling and exploring the different dimensions, trying new things, parties, dancing, Ed’s Easy Diner, Sly Cooper

Dislikes: Cruelty (sometimes), evil (sometimes), failure, not knowing something, being alone, Professor Marmalade, lies, anyone insulting/hurting his friends and family, deaths

[rhyliethelovelycaterfly]

Sergio Limon Ponce (Current Appearance And My Style)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual (Formerly), Asexual (Currently)

Gender Expression: Genderfluid

Classified: Human (Formerly), Half-Demon Human Sinner (Currently)

Date Of Birth: July 7, 2003

Date Of Death: October 14, 2024

Cause Of Death: Stabbed In The Eye By Pami Bunterfly

Mother: Violette Ponce

Mother: Ashley Ponce

Occupation: Internet Influencer, College Student (Formerly), Angel Slayer/Dictator Of Hell (Currently)

Status: Deceased (Human), Active (Sinner)

Friends: Zippy (Formerly), Sakura Snowflake (Formerly), Diane Foxington (Formerly), Delphox (Formerly), Krystal (Formerly), Veruca Salt (Formerly), Maid Marian (Formerly), Serena (Formerly), Barkis Bittern, Lord Victor Quartermaine, Mrs Tweedy, Boingo Bunny, Lotso Huggin Bear, Lou, Adam, Lute, Cletus, Keenie, Collin, Agent One, Agent Two, Prince Charming (Shrek) And Rumplestilskin (Shrek)

Enemies: Lizzie/Lizzietherwbychibifan, Rhylie/Me, Pami/Pamithebunterfly2007, Nicky/Nicky-Toony, Zippy/Mteavee2004, Sakura Snowflake/Leftunknown, Diane Foxington, Delphox, Krystal, Maid Marian, Serena, Loona, Ami Onuki, Star Butterfly, Roxanne Wolf, Porsha Crystal, Zhen, Charlie Morningstar, Chiaki Nanami, Rosalina, Unikitty, Blaze The Cat And Kitty Katswell

Likes: Getting Revenge, Hates Arts Of Rhylie/Me, Womens, Fetishes On Womens, Kidnapping Womens, Killing Characters That He Hates But Everyone Loves, Violence, Bullying Rhylie/Me, Getting Everything He Wants, Watching Rhylie/Me Fails And Amourshipping

Dislikes: Fetishes On Mens, Fails, Womens Escaping From Him, Hates Arts Of Himself, Womens Crosses With Him, Getting Arrested, Not Getting Anything He Wants, Serena Ships Pokeshipping, Loona, Shipping Honeyhound, Roxy Shipping Glamrock Freddy X Glamrock Chica, Violet Beauregarde Or Mammoth Mutt Fetishing Boys, Dig Dug Or Caine Or TVman Fetishing Boys, Any Womens Playing As Veruca Salt Or Miranda Piker Or Mike Teavee On CATCF Cast, Lizzieq6061thegamer/Lizzietherwbychibifan (Currently), Rhylie/Me, Everyone Loving Rhylie/Me, Getting Grounded By His Lesbian Moms, Getting Banned From Deviantart And Getting Defeated

Goals: Kidnapping And Make Diane Foxington, Delphox, Krystal And Maid Marian His Brides (On-Going), Kill Rhylie/Me (Failed) And Take Over Hell, Heaven And Living World.

Note: This Is Not My Oc, Because I Didn't Own It.