#Blazing Lazers

[obscurevideogames]

Gunhed aka Blazing Lazers (Hudson - PC Engine - 1989)

[msx-pocky]

1cc'd gunhed on pc engine today

i find it hilarious how the score bonus you get for beating the final boss is so massive that you immediately gain 50 lives on the spot that you can't even use agsgdhdjfkgl

[fancypantsrecords]

Various Artists - Lethal League Blaze OST | Limited Run Games | 2022 | Black

[imwritesometimes]

This new little bar that pops up when I make a post or reblog something on mobile? Awful. 0/10. Take that shit back to where it was conceived of and leave it there.

[sbnkalny]

The message that is the full blaze Of a scorching sun, a cloudless blue sky above, and the angry waters, lashed into Fury beneath, boiling and eddying up, on every Continent except for the otherwise central zone.

[colibrie]

More jedi turtles! Again, all thanks and credit to @trilobitepunch for the spectacular art and inspiration.

Rise of the teenage mutant ninja jedi (working title)

Meetings

"Leo?" Mikey whispered, his heart skipping a fearful beat when his elder brother failed to respond. Swallowing hard, he carefully edged forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with his sibling, one eye on the armored duo while the other ran over Leo's form in search of injury.

No blood stained his clothes. No scratches or bruises marred his pale green skin. Yet their absence didn't prevent his heart from racing, rabbit quick beats slamming an SOS against his ribs as Mikey looked at his brothers face.

Leo, charming, affable, funny Leo, was gone. His expression was as blank as a piece of fresh paper, mouth hanging ever so slightly open as though he'd forgotten how to close it. Dark eyes that usually danced with mischief and mirth, sulked and steeped in petulance or sorrow, that blazed and smoldered so brilliantly in frustration and in wamth, had become empty and hollow. His dialted pupils were blackholes staring off into some fathomless mid-distance, chest barely rising and falling with the shallowest of breaths.

"Say. Something," the smaller armored figure hissed.

Where Leo was blank, this one could not seem to keep still. His facial features kept twisting and churning rapidly, flickering and warping too fast for Mikey to fully comprehend. Waves of dark energy rolled from his quivering shoulders, a potent brew of rage flavored with grief and disbelief that had acid creeping up the back of Mikey's throat. Horrendous pressure bore down from seemingly every direction, an unstoppable force that demanded the unmoveable to get out of its way or be subsumed.

"Keep it together Don," the big one rumbled, burnt eyes sliding predator sharp between Mikey and Leo and his companion. "Donnie..."

"Donnie" did not acknowledge his companion, attention lazer locked on Leo. The red glare of his saber added a slightly crazed sheen to his eyes and a corner of Mikeys brain, used to looking for the tiniest details, absently noted the way the red picked out beautiful highlights of purple. The greater part of his mind told that part to shut the shell up.

"Leo, we need to go," he mumbled under his breath, one hand sliding up to grab Leo's shoulder. "We need to go right now."

Leo remained blank, limbs locked and limp like a droid without a power source.

"Leo, please!" Mikey begged, panic dripping ice cold down his shell as the big one shifted restlessly. He stepped back, trying to drag his brother towards the safety of their ship. "We need to- MOVE!"

The last word came out in a half mangled shriek as the big one lunged, one red saber igniting and swiping out in a brutal arc that forced Mikey to shove Leo away as hard as he could to avoid getting dismembered.

"You two ain't goin anywhere," the big one growled, towering over them.

[dazeddoodles]

I’d love to imagine Raeda discussing baby names.

Raine: my list is, Daisy, Arwen, Eloise, Shirley, Ollie, Jasper, and Aspen

Eda: mine is, Arson, Lucifer, Lazer, Blaze, Jaguar, Wolf, Blade, and Bob

Raine:…

Eda:😀

And none of them are music themed names? 🤨

What kinda Raeda child is that?/j

[nintendocompositions]

finally finished remixing my first fighting game mix, EVERYONE EVERYTHING IS REMIXED!! I had a blast making this and I can't wait for MVC FIGHTING COLLECTION AAAAAAAAAAA thanks for listening!!

Street Fighter Alpha 3 EX (Hideki Okugawa) - Theme of Q Tekken 3 (Nobuyoshi Sano, Keiichi Okabe) - Eddy Gordo Darkstalkers 3 (Takayuki Iwai) - Deserted Chateau (Arranged Ver.) Super Street Fighter IV (Hideyuki Fukasawa) - Theme of Dan Super Street Fighter IV (Hideyuki Fukasawa) - Theme of Dudley Marvel Vs. Capcom (Masato Kouda) - Theme of Morrigan Ultra Street Fighter IV (Hideyuki Fukasawa) - Theme of Poison Tekken Tag Tournament 2 (Namco Sound Team*) - Eternal Paradise (Fiji) Super Street Fighter IV (Hideyuki Fukasawa) - Solar Eclipse (Africa) Street Fighter V (Keiki Kobayashi) - Kanzuki Beach (Malaysia) Tekken 5: Dark Resurrection (Akitaka Tohyama) - Estrada da Estrela (Meteor Shower) Street Fighter 6 (Shigeyuki Kameda) - zilra zilra (Blanka’s Theme) Street Fighter X Tekken (Hideyuki Fukasawa) - Jurassic Era Research Area Tekken 8 (mifumei) - Streak of Blue (Seaside Resort) Tekken Tag Tournament 2 - IT’S NOT A TUNA! (Bountiful Sea) Tekken 8 (mifumei) - Ortiz Farm (Golden Meadow) Street Fighter X Tekken - Cosmic Elevator Tekken Tag Tournament 2 (Namco Sound Team*) - Abyss of Time (Wayang Kulit) Tekken Tag Tournament 2 (Namco Sound Team*) - Siga (Tropical Rainforest) Tekken Tag Tournament 2 (Namco Sound Team*) - What You Will See (Heavenly Garden) (Benton Remix)

SAMPLES: *Akitaka Tohyama, Nobuyoshi Sano, Keiichi Okabe, Rio Hamamoto, Taku Inoue, and Go Shiina 1 9 0 5, Former City Records - Recorddeals 3BallMTY - Inténtalo Amor Satyr & Siu Mata - Nah Anitta - Lose Ya Breath Anitta - Funk Rave Azealia Banks - Anna Wintour BADSISTA ft. JUJULIETE - BAGUNÇA MINHA B***** Bianca Oblivion ft. Thai Chi Rosé & Dyer MC - Bad Gyal Capcom Vs. SNK 2 (Satoshi Ice) - True Love We’re Makin’ (London) Charli xcx - Everything is Romantic Da Brat ft Notorious BIG & JD - Da B Side Kali Uchis - Dame Beso//Muévete KiNK, Kei - Nagore (Original Mix) Lone - Approaching Rainbow Lone - Blue Moon Tree Major Lazer ft Nina Sky & Ricky Blaze - Keep It Goin’ Louder MC Juninho do Complexo - Olhou Sorriu Otira - Take Me Street Fighter III 3rd Strike (Capcom Sound Team) - Beats in My Head (Elena Stage) Tekken 2 (Yoshie Arakawa, Yoshie Takayanagi) - Almost Frozen (Antarctica) Tekken 4 (Yu Miyake) - Kitsch (Beach) Tkay Maids - 24k Zsela - Earlier Days (Sunship Remix)

Also on SoundCloud! Thanks for listening!

[acronym-chaos]

Gorillaz Themed ID Pack

[PT: Gorillaz Themed ID Pack].

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom. End ID].

Names

[PT: Names].

Ace, Axel, Banshee, Blaze, Blitz, Bones, Brick, Byte, Cipher, Colt, Dash, Decker, Diesel, Drift, Duke, Echo, Ember, Fang, Finley, Flux, Ghost, Glitch, Grit, Haze, Hunter, Jet, Jinx, Juno, Knox, Lazer, Mojo, Neo, Nero, Nyx, Pulse, Quake, Raze, Rex, Riff, Riot, Rocco, Ryder, Shade, Shift, Skye, Slade, Slick, Sly, Spike, Steezy, Storm, Tonic, Trace, Trip, Twitch, Vandal, Venom, Vex, Volt, Vox, Zeke, Zen, Zephyr

Pronouns

[PT: Pronouns].

Amp / Amps / Amps [Amplifier]; Ba / Bass / Bass'; Bea / Beat / Beats; Bit / Byte / Bits; Bu / Buz / Buzz; Ec / Echo / Echos; Groo / Groove / Grooves; Jam / Jams / Jams; Riff / Riffs / Riffs; Ro / Rock / Rocks; Sy / Syn / Synth; Tu / Tune / Tunes; Vi / Vibe / Vibes; Vo / Voca / Vocas [Vocals];

Titles

[PT: Titles].

The Audio Alchemist, The Beat Dealer, The Dystopian Dreamer, The Echo in the Machine, The Glitch in the System, The Pixelated Punk, The Rebel Beatmaker, The Rhythm Renegade, The Sonic Trickster, The Urban Phantom, The Virtual Rebel, The Voice of the Streets, [Pronoun] Who Echoes in the Underground, [Pronoun] Who Surfs the Digital Waves

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom, end ID].

Requested by anon!

Also tagging: @pronoun-arc @id-pack-archive

[autumnwoodsdreamer]

WiP Wednesday 03/07/24

A snippet of Unsinkable’s up-and-coming chapter three (where I totally fix things)

“Easy, brother,” Ezra told him, forcing calm in his voice when he did not feel the least bit calm himself. He brought his wrist up and opened a channel on the comm-link. “This is Spectre 6, requesting med-evac—”

Din grabbed his wrist, cutting off his call. “TIE,” he finger-spelled, frantically.

Ezra glanced up at the sky.

In all the panic, he had forgotten about the other TIE, yet Din, despite drowning, had not.

It was still in the air but it looked as if it had taken a detour, likely to get out of the way of the crazy Mandalorian with the lazer-sword. However, it had recovered from the fright and the loss of its twin and was now heading their way as its previous target of the fighters on the bridge had all scattered to safety.

It was heading in their direction but it wasn’t aiming for them; rather, it had its sights set on the worker transports making a break for it.

Ezra was torn.

He didn’t want to leave his brother but he was the only one who stood a chance at taking out the TIE.

He unhitched his lightsaber.

But just as he got ready to stand, something new came careening onto the scene.

The neat, fast hum of a starship’s engines shoved past the TIE’s whining screech. Ezra traced the sound to a bird-like silhouette swooping through the dark sky.

No sooner was it heard and glimpsed than it spat a hail of blazing red bolts.

The shots split the night like lightning and wounded the TIE, obliterating its wings and sending its body hurtling into the water.

It wasn’t one of their ships.

Ezra knew every make and modification of every craft assisting them on this mission and none had lazer canons of that calibre, nor had anyone in the meagre fleet they had cobbled together shown such speed and precision.

(Sabine could’ve pulled that off, but Ezra knew it wasn’t her. She was in charge of the shuttle and there was no way she could have made it all the way to the camp, offloaded the workers, switched crafts and made it back here in such a short frame of time.)

In a surge of protectiveness, Ezra lit his lightsaber, the bright amethyst glow enhanced by Din’s armour as he stood over him.

The ship banked sharply as the TIE plummeted. Then, like a toy model on a string, it turned 180 degrees and came swooping down in a tight, intent line, heading straight for Din and Ezra.

Ezra readied his stance as the ship twisted around again, baring its port side straight on as it came down and hung over the water, hovering precisely, steadily.

The hatch opened and the ramp extended, nearly but not quite touching the shore.

“You boys need a ride?” a voice from within called.

[seeyouguyslater]

thinking of blaze and lazer blasting her with my mind

[skinnatblr]

Hello, I'm once again trying to decide who to vote for, this time between you and @oddogoblino. Would you kindly tell me more about your Gaia Born AU? Anything and everything you feel comfortable sharing about your excellent story! And if you want some more specific questions I would like to ask:

What would it be like if Gaia Born Sonic was born of Light Gaia instead of Dark Gaia?

How does Sonic feel about Dark and Light Gaia?

Is there any mythology surrounding Dark and Light Gaia?

You once mentioned that Sonic has a metal counterpart, what are they like in terms of appearance, personality, and abilities? 

Does Blaze exist in this AU? If she does, is she also a Gaia Born as she is meant to parallel Sonic to a degree?

Thank you for your time and regardless of whether you win or lose I think your story is excellent :)

Hi! Thanks for asking for the @au-sonic-smackdown!

1. I think if he was born from Light Gaia he would look like he was mixed with a tiger. I’ve heard that tigers represent the sun but I could be wrong. He would be a little bit slimmer, more agile, nimble. Maybe he’d have Saber teeth like a sabre tooth tiger.

2. Sonic loves chip if that what you meant. Dark Gaia well, he has to come to terms with somethings.

3. Light and Dark Gaia used to be one and the same, a whole. But something occurred to split the two a part thousands of years ago. Light Gaia sacrifices themselves over and over again to seal Dark Gaia away while also trying to figure out how to become whole again.

4. Ah yes, good ‘ole metal sonic. Metal Sonic has think plating from his wrist to his elbows, while the upper arms have spring like metal to replicate Sonic’s elasticity. His eye on his forehead is able to shoot lazers so it has a proper function than just decoration to look more like sonic. He is powered by chemicals from chemical plant zone that can be seen through glass stored in his chest. Can he fly? No. But that doesn’t mean he’s not faster. Often Metal Sonic’s personality is calculated, he wants to be better, but often gets animalistic when he fights.

5. Blaze does exist. But I never really thought of her being parallel to Sonic before. I would have to think about what her character is in this au as I thought way ahead to Silver. But if she was I would go with I stated in question 1. She’s taller, more agile and nimble so she’s faster than him. Stripes on her fur, maybe longer fangs. But that does not mean she is born from her worlds version of light Gaia. I have plans for light Gaia energy.

I hope you guys like my answers I know they’re a bit short but I still hope it gives you some insight.

[mewintheflesh-2]

(All of this was written over half a year ago, I just never got around to posting it, so the writing is likely to be a little outdated or strange. Once again im just posting from my drafts before i leave.)

NEW GIRL ALERT! Connie “Vira” Keristan

Leader and main member of Team Venom, whose goal is to take out any and every Evil Team at any costs necessary. She may or may not be able to travel realities.

Is an Assasin, she only works together with a select few people, and will kill to get people off her trail. Does not take clients.

Has quite the haul of impressive tech and gadgets, including but not limited to: Invisibility tech (including cloaking large areas), lazer beams, teleportation tech, and a WHOLE bunch of medical torture devices she should NOT have access to.

Main base is in the Pokémon world equivalent of Antarctica. Any other places she stays bare the possibility of being destroyed to pieces, so she sparsely takes residence in anywhere else but her main base.

Loves to torture people for info, and especially loves to torture Evil Team Leaders until they eventually give up their position or their lives.

If Fuse and her ever met I think they’d want to study each other like a bug under a microscope. Got forbid they actually get their hands on each other cause only one of them is coming out alive and I can’t tell you who. (Actually I can, it’s Fuse.)

And wrote a little something under the cut. :)

(The stuff under the cut is what all the whump and warning tags are for

Hanging from a grappling hook on the outer walls of Team Nightsky’s base, a woman peered through the window of Nightsky’s office.

Covered in a long, dark, hooded cloak held shut together by a belt beneath her chest, underneath was a dark purple uniform with the ensigna of thorny vines forming a point, dark purple shorts held up by a black and silver belt, baring a gun holster on each side of her body. Just beneath her shorts, a holster for a knife on her thigh, and beneath that, thick, black, heavy duty boots up to her knees. Her hair tied out of the way of her face in a bun, her face covered with a porcelain masquerade and a black cloth face mask.

She stared through her mask. Her prey, right in her sights. The only issue was how to get inside without being noticed… Or she could just go in guns blazing. Grabbing the rope dangling from her grappling hook, she hoisted herself upwards and began to speed up towards the roof. Pushing herself off the corner or the rooftop, she used the grappling hook to pull herself on top of the roof. Unhooking it from its place, she swung it in circles beside her as she walked.

It wouldn’t be easy to get to her destination without consequences, but she was prepared, and it was making everything so much more trivial than it should be. Who’s to blame for that other than *him* though? Not her fault he didn’t plan for people with invisibility tech and laser beams. Or if he did he sure as hell didn’t do a good job. Not a single guard even felt any motion from her walking right through their security.

Grabbing a gun from her right holster, she loaded a bullet sized vile of red crackling energy into the gun and pointed it at the floor beneath her, pulling the trigger.

The ricochet of the white hot energy bursting from the gun nearly knocked her down, but she quickly adjusted to the force and guided the lazer, cutting a hole in the floor beneath her. 

The circle of the roof that’d been cut by the lazer fell inside the room beneath it with a bang, dropping in along with it, Vira. 

Standing up tall on her “stage”, she stretched, “You know, if you’ve heard of me you’d know I’m not a fan of big fancy entrances like this, so let’s make this quick and easy.” She spat, though it quickly came to a halt when she realized her prey was no longer in the room she thought he was in. “Hm.” 

“Hello, Vira.” A voice came from behind her, prompting her to snatch her knife from her leg holster and slice at the speaker.

A hand grabbed her arm before it could reach the persons neck. Vira took this opportunity to get a look at who she was fighting. Her eyes widened as she yanked her arm from their grasp and flipped away from them. 

The leader of Nightsky himself. 

She exhaled sharply, putting the knife back in its holster. “Of course a target like you wouldn’t be so easy to snatch. Just gotta make things difficult huh.” She grinned. “Let’s make this fun, shall we?” 

“If you could even get close to harming me, sure, let’s.” The man of the Dark huffed, frustrated.

Slowly, they began to circle each other just around the broken piece of ceiling.

“So, you *have* heard of me. Flattering!” Vira said, hovering a hand over her left gun holster.

“How could I have not. Do you think I live under a rock? A World renown assassin only known for going after “evil team leaders”. You think nobody’s tried to warn me?”

The man slowly began reaching to his side, moving his long coat, revealing a gun holster of his own. Of course. Should’ve known someone like him always had a weapon on hand.

“Listen, I’m just a little flattered you know? Mister I’m The Only Person In The World That Matters, thinking about me! How sweet.” Vira smiled and chuckled sinisterly and she used her other hand to reach into another pocket.

He huffed again. “Don’t make it weird.” 

Vira reached for a syringe and a vile in her right pocket, and landed her left hand on the gun in her left holster.

The Man of the Dark quickly drew his own gun and pointed it right at her head, still continuing to circle eachother. And before she could take another step, he pulled the trigger and shot.

But… she wasn’t… there?

The man, unnerved, held his position and scanned the room. Suddenly he felt something tapping his shoulder, he immediately pointed his gun towards whatever it was and shot. But there was nothing there.

“Where…” Nightsky mumbled frustratedly, glancing around the room frantically,

Vira erupted into laughter. “Oh how fun! It’s like playing whack-a-diglett isn’t it?” Vira’s voice rang from everywhere in the room at once. “Except, not really, like at all! Not sure why I said that!” She chuckled as she slipped the vile she had in her hand into her syringe. 

“Why don’t you just show yourself already.” The man growled.

“Gimmie a sec will you?” Vira flipped the syringe in her hand and got in a ready position, just to the left of him, not too close, not too far away. 

“Ready?” She whispered sinisterly, excitement evident in her voice. 

Unveiling her location, she made a mad dash towards her prey, syringe in hand and ready to stab. The man’s eyes widened as he heard her footsteps, turning sharply toward her and grabbing her wrist right before she could reach him.

Before Vira could do anything to counter this, the man kicked her hard in the stomach across the room, her back slamming into the windowsill on the wall sending shape pains into her spine, the kick causing her to go into a coughing fit which intensified the sharp burns in her back.

“Using my missing eye to your advantage huh. How cruel are you really?” He tilted his head at her.

“Oh, please-” She choked up something that tasted of metals. “Couldn’t be cruler than you. And besides, we all know your eye isn’t really missing-“ interrupted by her own coughing, she began to shake a little. “You don’t have to lie.” She lifted her head to look at him, grinning underneath her mask.

The man could feel a rage begin to burn inside him. “Really now?” He grinned furiously as he began to walk towards her. “Then why don’t you tell me what really happened since you seem to know.” He bent down to firmly grab her by her neck and hoist her into the air. Vira choked on from her blood and his hand as she dangled from her neck. She reached her left arm up to his wrist, firmly squeezing it. Her right arm was still free, holding the syringe.. “I suggest you choose your words wisely.” He hissed.

“No-“ she squeaked out, smiling “No thanks.” Her right arm moved suddenly and sharply towards him.

Nightsky suddenly felt a cold, sharp stabbing sensation in his side, causing him to hiss. His grip on Vira loosened. “All this chatting has made me tired. But you’re about to be dead asleep.” Vira chuckled, injecting the syringes fluids into his body.

“…What…” He said, in an almost hushed tone. He suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion and burning pain wash over him, causing him to groan in agony. He ripped Vira’s arm away from him along with the syringe. Nightsky threw her to the ground as his breathing began to heavy, black beginning to spot around his vision, stumbling and struggled to stand.

Vira looked up at him and grinned underneath her mask, oh how beautiful the sight was. He stumbled forward and sideways, clutching his side. “What…. Did- didj you… DO-“ He hissed between gritted teeth, struggling to keep his eyes open, overwhelmed by the burning coursing through his veins.

“Nothing you need to worry about for now-“ She spoke quickly, interrupted by her choking. “Sleep tight,- Nightsky. You’ll be lucky if you ever- wake up again.” She erupted into a simultaneous laughing and coughing fit.

The man suddenly lost all feeling in his body, causing him to fall over onto his side. He struggled to keep his eyes open even barely, and as he did, he saw Vira as she struggled to stand and walk towards him. Right as she reached him, he passed out completely.

———

Nightsky’s mind began to stir awake after what felt like days, but what had really only been hours. There was something very cold beneath him. He shivered fiercely, opening his eyes to a blindingly bright light overhead. He tried to move his arm to block it from his eyes, but he found himself restrained. He tried getting up, but again something was holding him down. Something leathery. Rubbing directly against his wrists, ankles, neck, forehead, and chest. What happened to his coat, his shirt?

“Good to see you awake, mister.” A voice spoke as she moved the light away from him. As his mind began to clear slightly, he recognised the voice.

The man blinked, his eyes opening wider. “…Vira?”

“Mhm! Though I prefer Connie when I’m not out and about trying to, yknow, steal people.” Connie smiled, waving her hand around with vague gestures.

Memories of before he passed out came flooding to his brain, sending a rush of adrenaline through his system.

“What did you do to me? Where am I?!” He yelled, trying to make eye contact with Connie, but failing as she left his vision.

“Hey, hey! No need to yell! You’re just in my operating room.” She paused for a second “…I’d day you’re in good hands but knowing my track record with these things you absolutely aren’t.”

“Say, why don’t we play a game?” She spoke quickly after finishing her last sentence, as if trying to pretend she didn’t say anything. “I put you through hell until you give up being Ruler of Everything, and we see how close to death you get before you do!” Her smile was evident in her voice. “Or you can just give up right now, but where’s the fun in that?” She chuckled lightly

“Oh yeah! Be glad I didn’t remove your eyepatch. Well, I did for a second. Put it back cause it’s like… really gross under there, you know that?”

“You… What-?” Shame and rage washed over him, for a split second it felt like he wanted to curl into himself in some attempt to somehow hide himself. Instinctively, he tried and failed to cover his eyepatch with one of his hands.

Yes, he knew it was disgusting, he *lived* with it. The way she tried to tell it to him like he didn’t know made him want to rip hear skin off.

She smiled wickedly. “What did you not hear me or something?”

Just as Nightsky was about to speak, she interrupted. “Whatever. So what’s it gonna be, mister?” She asked as she opened various cabinets and drawers around the room for “medical tools.”

Despite his more sensible side telling him to just give up right then, and kill her when he’s out, his ego decided to play the long game. “Neither. You won’t be able to get much done before somebody comes searching for me.” He put on a fake, albeit convincing smile despite wanting to rip Connie’s own left eye out.

“Aww is that true? What about- Oh! You remember that one time you got so sick you nearly died and nobody knew for an entire week because everyone just thought you were having another episode?” She spoke from far beyond anywhere he could see.

His eyes widened, taking a second to respond “How did you-“

“Was all over the news! I’m surprised you didn’t know.” She interrupted. “I know so much more about you than you’ll ever be able to guess, sweetie.”

“Don’t call me that.” He hissed

“You’re not in any position to be making demands of me,” She interrupted, furrowing her brow as she pushed a cart next to the operating table the man was strapped down to. She picked a hair tie from her pocket and held it in her mouth as she grabbed a bunch of her hair, “Sho, rdy to get shtarted?” She pulled the hair tie from her mouth and tied her hair into a bun.

The man began to feel slightly nauseous. Nothing had even happened yet, why was he already feeling like this, he was stronger than this. He felt like an idiot.

“Gonna take that as a yes!” She smiled, picking up a small scalpel from the large cart in front of her.

Dramatically she raised the scalpel high above the man’s right bicep and slowly brought it down to touch his skin.

The contact from the blade made him shiver.

“We haven’t even gotten started yet and you’re already shivering, that’s just adorable!” She laughed at him.

“Shut. Up-“

He was cut off by Connie slicing the blade into his skin, causing him to tense up and inhale sharply through his teeth. 

“Yknow,” She spoke, pushing the scalpel deeper into his muscle, taking his sweet strained groans of pain. “for someone like you I expected more of a challenge. To snatch you, I mean. You didn’t even have anyone there with you! How sad is that.”

She release the blade from his skin for a second before stabbing it directly down into his arm, causing blood to splatter all over her hand. He moaned loudly in pain, tears springing to his eyes, his breathing began to quicken.

“Oh that sweet, sweet noise~” She smiled wickedly, watching his open wound bleed around the scalpel and drip down his arm. Letting go of the scalpel, she grabbed a small glass bottle of sea salt from the tray next to the table. Taking the cork from the bottle, she hovered it over the wound, looking directly into Nightsky’s eyes, still smiling.

Nightsky looked at her through the involuntary tears in his eyes and froze a bit.

“No-“

“Hmmmm sorry what was that? Couldn’t quite hear you.” She taunted, dangling the bottle of salt just over his bleeding wound.

Much to Connie’s dismay, he didn’t speak up. She frowned. “Cmon, you’re no fun.” she paused for a second.

“No, actually, thats a lie-“ she interrupted herself by pouring a decent portion of the salt into the gaping wound.

Nightsky yelled loudly in pain, all of his muscles tensing up as the salt absorbed the moisture inside his wound. “-this is a great time so far!”

Little “fireflies” began to circle his vision as he blinked away tears that trickled down into his ears.

“Stop- get- get the salt out-“ He hissed through clenched teeth. The tears in his ears muffling any sounds but his own voice

“What, you want me to dig it out with my bare hands? Ooh maybe I should.” She spoke, unaware all the man could hear was nothing but garbage noise.

Nightsky didn’t say a word, clenching his teeth and hands, trying not to feel the pain of the salt as intensely in any way he could.

“Now, I know we literally only just got started, but I’m giving you a chance to give up right now cause it’s only gonna get worse from here for you. I’m gonna be real upset if you agree because I’ve been waiting to do this for months, but I don’t want you to say no either. My own selfish desires or the sake of the world! So hard to choose, haha!” She said, still smiling gleefully. 

The man didn’t respond, only trying to regulate his breath. Fear and embarrassment taking over his mind 

“Aw, what? Run out of quips already? Looks like this is gonna be a standup comedy then.” Connie sighed disappointedly, ripping the knife out of his arm. The man let out a strained groan of pain once again and slowly began to speak. “If… if you think.. that’s going to get me to back down… you’re wrong.” He took a deep breath, composing himself and bracing for anything that could come next. He wouldn’t let her get him vulnerable again. Not as long as he was trying his hardest. 

“Ooohhh, so you didn’t run out! Looks like this’ll still be fun!” She chuckled, lightly dragging the scalpel down his arm to his wrist.

“Damn. Tied your wrists down the wrong way. Uhhhhh, alright I’m gonna unrestrain your wrist for a sec. Don’t move okay?” She paused for a second. “Who am I kidding you’re gonna move anyways.”

She unfastened the leather straps holding his wrist and forearm down and quickly backed away from him, which was the right call for her because as soon as he was free, he reached for whatever he could grab on the large tray cart next to him. He grabbed whatever he could reach and held it out towards Connie, not even registering what it was until a few seconds later. A butcher knife. The man stared in horror at what he held in his hand.

“Come on, that was supposed to be a surprise, y’know?” She smiled dissapointedlu, not threatened by the knife in her face at all. 

“You. What kind of sick shit are you into.” He glared at her, furious.

“Nothing that sick, just justice! And torturing people, obviously, but like what does that matter.” She paused. “Oh, that matters a lot to you right now doesn’t it?” She laughed. “Whatever! I gotta take care of that loose arm of yours and I know just the solution. E-let-tri-ci-ty!” She spoke, saying the last word in a sing-song tone. 

Before the man could react, she ran over to a lever behind his head and yanked it down, sending high voltage electricity into the metal operating table. What felt like burning lightning coursed all through Nightsky’s body, causing him to scream in agony, all his muscles tensing as much at physically possible. The tears from his eyes conducting the horrible sensation directly into his ears.

Connie, however, was struggling to get the lever back up again to shut off the electricity.

“Fuck- Just give me a second I’m trying to turn it off!” She yelled out over his screaming. “Please don’t let this be the way he dies that would be so annoying, please.” She whispered to herself and she struggled to push the lever back up. 

The man felt himself on the verge of passing out, spots of white lining his vision even as his eyes were shut tight. He could feel his hearing begin to disappear.

Unfortunately for him, just as he was about to get some sense of freedom via passing out or worse, Connie flipped the switch back up with a loud yell of exertion.

The man’s ears rang loudly as he felt his body twitch and writhe. It was the only thing he could hear. He felt numb. He couldn’t move, other than through the various muscle spasms all throughout his body. 

Connie sighed loudly. “JESUS. Note to self, don’t use that unless I want to instantly kill you.” She spoke as she walked back to the side of the metal operating table the man lied upon, plucking the knife from his clutched hand. 

“Try not to move right now okay? You’ll only make things worse for yourself, and I’ll have to electrocute you again.” She flipped the butcher knife around in her hand. “Or I could cut your arm off.” She spoke, looking into his glazed eyes, hoping to get a reaction out of the man. He didn’t respond. His body continued to twitch violently. 

“Riiight.” She put down the knife on the tray and re-fastened the leather straps around his arm, this time making sure his arm was facing the right way up.

“Think I’m gonna have to call in Bliss on this one and call it a day. Can’t torture you if you’re not even fully conscious.” She sighed “I mean, I don’t think you are? You sure as hell aren’t responding to anything right now.” She waved a hand in front of his eye.

No response.

She sighed again and walked away from the metal table towards a counter behind her. She opened a drawer with a tray of poke balls inside and picked up one labeled “Bliss”. Closing the drawer, she threw the pokeball in the air with her other hand, and out emerged a Blissey.

The Pokémon blinked its eyes open, smiling when it saw Connie and running up to her for head pats.

“Hi Bliss!” She said in a high pitched voice, patting the Pokémon on its head with her non-bloodied hand. “Sorry, but you’ve got work to do again.” She smiled softly at the Pokémon, who frowned chirped sadly in response.

“I know I know, you’re supposed to be on break, but you’re the strongest Blissey I have, and this case is special! We’re gonna be at it for awhile, alright? I promise I’ll take out out for a vacation when this is all done okay?”

The Blissey took a second, but chirped happily at Connie. “Great! Now, I need you to use heal pulse on this man okay? I accidentally electrocuted him a bit too hard.” She drew out the last few words.

The Blissey waddled over to the table, but it was too high for it. The blissed chirped at Connie for help.

Connie looked down at the blissed and then at the table. “Uh, right, hold on.” Walking behind the table again, next to the electrocution lever, she looked at a large panel of controls, one of which being a slider to raise and lower the table. She lowered the toggle almost all the way down, causing the operating table to lower with it, allowing Bliss to preform its heal pulse. Green light emanated from its paws, connecting to the man’s body, and began healing him and his wounds.

Connie frowned seeing the wound on his bicep heal, but if it had to be done it had to be done, she’d just have to… not electrocute him in the future, atleast until she got the lever oiled up and fixed. 

[arsonisticpotato]

So I was just looking through my drive, as you do, and stumbled across a short story that I wrote my senior year of high school and??? It's actually pretty good??? Can't remember the grade I got on it tho :(

I'm also thinking about making a webtoon, but can't decide on the story (I have too many), so thoughts on me adapting this??

“New Blood”

The door burst open, the crash of it hitting the wall echoing around the large room, drowning out the uneven pounding of the teenager’s feet hitting the floor. In the center of that room stood a grand desk, dwarfing the man that sat at it. He looked up at the intrusion, away from a pile of papers and books that were haphazardly strewn out on the wood.

“Ah, Zero! I was wondering when you’d show up.” He grinned at the teenager still storming towards him, his brown eyes retaining their usual coldness.

Slamming their hands down on the desk, a few papers flying to the floor, Zero spat at the man. “Was that part of your plan? What were you thinking?!” Their eyes blazed, teeth bared at the man whose grin only grew.

“Was it not to your liking?” The man asked, already knowing the answer.

“My liking- Darius, my entire team was killed!” Zero fumed. They were still in their uniform, ripped, covered in dirt, and splattered in blood. Their gun was still in it’s holster, but their knives were missing. Most likely lost in the mission. “How could losing your best squadron to try to kill a politician, of all things, be to your liking?!”

“My dear Zero, I did not lose my best,” Darius spread his hands, eyes softening slightly. “You are standing before me, after all.”

“Only because Meave threw herself over me!” The teenager growled, crossing their muscular arms. They made quite an intimidating figure, fresh from battle, but the man was not perturbed.

“Oh, stop whining. They wouldn’t have been able to harm you anyway.” He rolled his eyes.

“Don’t tell me to shut up! Those weapons could have even killed me! It was an absolute bloodbath!” Zero yelled a wordless sound of frustration. Why was Darius being so calm about this! He killed their entire team! Why couldn’t he see his fault?!

The man’s grin turned smug. “Truly? Why don’t you tell me more about those weapons.” It wasn’t a question.

Zero gaped. “You-” They laughed without mirth. “Of course. That was your plan? You made me lead my team to slaughter to learn about their weapons?” They turned, limping towards the door still standing ajar.

Darius rose, face forming a blank mask. “Zero, where are you going.” Again, not a question.

Zero didn't even bother to look back. “The Lab. I can’t deal with you right now.” They frowned down at their uneven steps. Their right foot was still completely shattered, and while the pain could be ignored, Zero knew that healing was taking far longer than it should have.

Darius probably said something in response, but Zero wasn’t listening, instead thinking back to their horribly failed mission. It was supposed to be a typical assassination, in and out, their team keeping watch; the lazer guns forcing them to cosplay swiss cheese were unexpected, to say the least. It was a little overkill to protect some no-name politician who cared more about unfairly taxing the labor force than protecting the country from domestic terrorists. Why would they have done that? Did they know they were coming?

Zero paused outside of the Laboratory door, blinking. Was there a mole? They shook their head. No, it was useless to become paranoid right now. It was time to mourn and reevaluate their attack strategy.

The door slid open, revealing a sterile white room filled with medical equipment and sciency stuff. Zero didn’t really know the room’s full capacity was capable of, but it did make them, so it was definitely impressive. The only occupant to the room was a man, a few years older than Zero, at a station looking through a microscope. He looked up at the sound of the door opening.

“Zero! You're back! How was the mission?” He tilted his head. “And where’s the rest of your team?”

“Dead.” Zero sat down on one of the examination chairs, sighing in relief at the weight off of their foot. “Leima, I know you have questions. Interrogate me after you look at my foot? It's all messed up.”

"...Alright then," Leima shrugged. He wasn't all that close to Zero's team, only ever seeing them when they were injured. Although, he knew Zero ever since he had started working in the Lab five years ago, since Zero was practically raised from there.

Rolling himself over in his chair, Leima slid to a stop in front of the teenager. "Take off your boot, show me what I'm workin' with."

Zero complied with a grunt, scrunching their face up in pain as their boot was pulled over the worst of the injury. Leima sucked in a breath at the sight. A gruesome collage of blues, browns, and purples spread across the disfigured foot, contrasting horrifically against Zero's pale skin. Leima looked up, his blue eyes locking with Zero's own red, the worry in them tangible. 

"What happened." Not a question, but unlike Darius' demands, the young man's was made with concern.

"Steel beam fell on it," they broke eye contact, instead focusing on their foot. Zero wiggled their toes, testing the pain. Ouch. "Which, normally, I can just walk off, you know? But I was hit with some lazer thing-- which healed, don't worry-- and then my foot was squished. Now I'm not healing."

"Mm, guessing that's how your team died?" Leima hummed, reaching into a drawer and pulling out a syringe filled with a light blue substance.

"Yep. Probably some sort of biological warfare weaponry." Zero leaned back in the chair, bracing themselves. That shot would hurt, the liquid inside a healing booster made specifically for them. "And can you believe that it was all Darius' plan? He knew they would die! What kind of leader does that?"

"A crappy one." Leima injected them with the syringe slowly, right in their calf muscle. Zero was right, it did hurt. "Ya know, why don't we get a new boss?"

"What, like anarchy? Walk up and take the metaphorical throne out from under him?" Zero rolled their eyes, then winced at the feeling of the booster reconstructing their foot. That was something they could never get used to.

“Why not? I’ve been thinkin’ about it for a while, ‘cause this wasn’t the first suicide mission he sent out.” He pulled out the syringe, frowning. “We’d be better off without him leadin’ us.”

"I doubt that can happen without bloodshed." Still focused on their foot, Zero wiggled their toes again, easier to do this time.

"Do it," Leima met Zero's eyes again, more intently than before. "Zero, he wants to make more of you. More weaponized this time. Blood will be spilt; just make it in our favor."

"What? That's not good." Zero frowned. They were made as a living weapon, scientifically altered at an embryonic state to regenerate almost instantaneously. Anything unnecessary, like reproductive organs and the appendix, were removed before they were ‘born.’ The drawback is that they are highly susceptible to airborne viruses and illnesses. More 'Zeros' wouldn't be ideal, nor very humane. "Wait- are you saying you want me to be the new boss?"

"Well, yeah. You're, like, my closest friend, and even though you just barely qualify as an adult, I know that you'll be great as a leader." Leima smiled. He rose, and patted Zero on the shoulder. "Alright, you’re all healed up! Go snatched that throne from Darius."

The teenager laughed at their friend’s antics, pulling their boot back on. "Okay, okay! I'll be the new leader." With a wave goodbye, Zero left the Lab, already forming a plan on how to take over; something that showed power, but nothing too flashy.

A few hours pass before Darius summons them to a meeting to debrief the mission with the higher-ups. Zero stepped into the large office, this time without a broken foot, and analyzed the situation. On the desk sat three vials in a protective case, most likely ingredients to make more ‘Zeros.’ There were four men in the room, other than Darius, none of which were fighters. Perfect.

"Zero, dear, there you are!" The lead man himself said, standing and spreading his arms in a sort of greeting. "Why don't you tell us about the mission you were on earlier in the day, hmm?"

"No." Zero raised a knife that they had grabbed before coming, and threw it. It embedded itself right in the center of Darius' forehead, knocking the man back onto his seat, killing him instantly. The other men were too stunned to speak, or to do anything other than stand and stare.

"Well then," Zero stated, no emotion on their face, wiping nonexistent dust from their sleeves. The teenager walked around the desk, shoving the corpse off of the chair and onto the ground with a thump. They’ll have to get that cleaned up. That’s why Zero never liked to kill indoors; too messy. Sitting on the leather throne, crossing their legs, eyeing the others in the room who stood there gaping at the scene having just taken place, Zero addressed them for the first time:

"It was about time this organization was led with new blood."