#Call Me Cyli

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@30-fucking-boiled-potatoes YOU 🫵 DIS YOU

COME HERE LEMME HUG U

[cartooncadet666]

My brother made a new OC for his own PMATGA AU and I have to say I FUCKING LOVE HIM. HE LOOKS FLIRTY AND COCKY BUT HE IS SO STUPID IT MAKES ME GIGGLE.

(close-up)

His name is Archer Dems, but unfortunately while this dumb little guy is such a stupid little charmer with his loser charisma, he is the brother of these two:

TRAGIC I KNOW.

Plus! He has a birthmark on his cheek there! Also rumored that he's the triplet of these two. No one knows if he actually is though. And honestly, EVEN WORSE. HE IS GOING TO BE DATING SKEEBO IN THIS AU.

I'm sorry... I just find it funny. Tryisa (lavender) and Poly (one with bow), their pull is so bad that Skeebo's going after their dumb brother. Like that's embarrassing. How could you guys be THAT BAD?/j

Okay byyyeeee. I'm going to disappear for a while again :333

[the-acid-pear]

Had a wild dream. I forgot the start but a dog bit me, again. Its claw also got awkwardly stuck in my palm like a cat and my dad was taking too long to help me. But then I was in this convention/reunion that got interrupted by someone taking a shit outside I didn't see it but they said it spelled things. There was also this old flip phone w a pic of a character that looked a bit like the Jetix mascot but bluer and w gadgets like a wiimote furry if that makes sense. 🔵 🤍 🔵 That was its look. We caught a glimpse of the person holding the phone thru the window, same person who later introduced themselves as Cylie (said like Kylie). They looked like bones5 but, I don't think this means much. For when people noticed they took off running and someone followed them behind. From a first person pov this parkour sequence broke out of running thru roofs and sheet metal roofs finding where to grab and hold to continue their path. It was dark and rainy. Lots of red metal infrastructure. While this person ran for Cylie they explained themselves and I forgot most of it but it was about sending a message, and who they are not mattering, and something about them being as glad to be themselves as you are to be you. This last part it was said in a rather angry tone, almost like they didn't believe it. The message might've been a holier one. I'm not sure. When the person recording the chase finally arrived they looked for Cylie but all there was was a tiny cream rabbit with a scarred nose and small tired eyes. Very dirty too since rain and this is grass and such. It just laid there and Cylie told like this there wasn't much they'd do but next time they met they'd paw at them, implying yet another body change.

It was really fucking cool.

[xelys-xlys]

I SAID I WAS GONNA ASK U ABT ANOTHER AU SO HERE I AM

tell me abt… sole!pac… :3

'' One of my creations subject to the truth that in the end ruins everything Waka waKa don't underestimate my specialty to create, OH!, THEM?!! How much do you want to meet him? ''

Summary of Ever Sole Soul (Au Opposite between anti-heroes), is an Au that there is no democracy and also there never was the great war between betrayus against the yellows rather the opposite, rather a peaceful revolution that in the end they dismantled their yellow leader from power by someone else with his powerful artifact that attracted the afterlife who would be the Salvation against diseases, pollution, and destroy poverty, an act of glory that could resurface a new hope that ended up in the wrong hands, over the years in compartmentalized to a hierarchy loyal to communism, while the yellow orbs held on, until one day a disease immediately killed the yellow ones little by little, each one lifeless, appeared because of that artifact discriminating against the corrupt terrorist political government saying that they were not the ones who "caused that disease" which it is.

Here enters Sole! Pacman, a 15-year-old teenager, known as the last yellow for staying on his feet from that disease or rather, cured of that disease. His entire life is being isolated from society, not having any contact with people who are not His trait, all his studies, his hobbies, his dreams, is being locked up, Shperia let him go out of sight when but not all the time for that reason he wore that sweatshirt so as not to be seen as yellow. Until they had to move to Pacopolis due to Sole's property issues to take a better step (<-for BAD) for Pac to begin to become independent.

His personality is intrepid and he likes to insinuate if you get to interact with him, he is almost an anti-social person, only he doesn't say it very openly, which is why he leaves all those comments in his head, His attitude is calm and secretive, he does not like to be patient all the time waiting for you to involve him or to talk to him about his tastes because he could possibly get scared and act in the worst possible way to attack you, just to say the least, just to say the least, leave it alone. He didn't care or have compassion for people or poor people.

A very important detail here is that the person his age said they had schizophrenia (they called him crazy :( ) for something that is not the case, even he himself knows that it is not a disorder for seeing things (here Spheria implied to Sole that They will take some pills to calm that anxiety because later a paranoid state would act later, if it is schizophrenia) which is why Spheria hides the reason why Sole acts in this certain way if it harmed him his entire life like this.

Sole, is a thug boy from high school along with Cyli and Spiral, at first he was friends with Skeebo who got along well since they were little, so their friendship was ruined because of Cyli and Spiral for being popular and for being known in the world. Pacopolis among his relatives because they are a political part of the territories (they are what keep the school funded), Sole saw that Cyli and Spiral little by little gained Sole's trust but acted in the worst way. possible in treating people for their satisfaction of the ill treatment that they themselves offered. At first Sole didn't like Cyli and Spiral, even after the move they were there and she didn't like that at all that they got in Sole's way even though Spheria was there explaining the condition they had to Sole.

Stratos Spheros, corrupt leader (dictator like the joker) with the same personality as Betrayus from the cannon, when they met he was not pleasant and much less with the talk but he was the one who gave the cure to Spheria and applied it to Pacster, and saying who is chosen to get rid of the ghosts in the underworld since they are a hindrance to his delegate of the ''loyalty'' of the artifact and he needed a yellow volunteer who would stop the ''malice'' of his brother. Sole agreed to this because she is the one who saved his life even though it was a fatal illness (created by them).

The reason it is called Sole is because the artifact is called Soleyver rather it heals it in exchange for a soul. This is where Pacster in this au is an anti-hero, a hero who does evil for the greater good without knowing the truth of what is really happening.

But are you going to throw stones at him?

@butterpuffed :3

[yoshigardenmoth]

S1 E17.5

"Something yellow this way comes"

Journal entry 14.09.2537

Today I met another yellow orb. His name is Pac and he's quite nice; seemingly the only one who's tried to understand me, other than Flora, along with his two friends Spiral and Cylindria. After a conversation with Stratos and this scientist called 'Sir Cumference', I found out Pac is my cousin since he's the son of Zac; my father's brother. I never thought about the fact I could be the last of the yellow orbs, but here I am meeting another one and finding out we're the last two of our kind. I was told after Betrayus' defeat, his corporeal body was stored in something called a 'repository' and now he's a ghost living in the 'Netherworld'. He was supposed to be banished there for eternity but Pac accidentally opened up the portal that kept them trapped there. Now they're haunting Pacopolis almost daily with Pac eating them, and Spiral and Cylindria sucking them into their PSCs (short for plasma sucking canons) which don't allow the ghosts to regenerate.

There are also these things called 'power berries' that are supposed to give me and Pac special powers. I was told my abnormal strength was most likely genetic and grew when I started eating more as I got older. I was given a berry dispenser with several different power berries that had different powers. I'm very interested in these berries and look forward to trying them out. I don't plan on becoming a known hero of Pacopolis and Pacworld for that matter but I'm still going to help out with the ghosts. Not because I feel like I should but because I want to.

Oh yeah I almost forgot to mention that Pac is a MASSIVE glutton. I knew I ate more than my classmates but Pac is on a whole 'nother level of gluttony. Cylindria told me he once ate almost the food in Pacopolis and the Netherworld combined. Despite his gluttony, One thing I like about him is that he's dedicated to protecting Pacopolis from enemy attacks without flaunting his role as a hero. I don't have much to say about Spiral but I really like Cylindria. She's smart, hardworking, assertive and very pretty; she reminds me of Flora, who was exactly like that.

Anyways I'm supposed to be enrolling in a boarding school called 'Maze high' soon and I'll be sharing a dorm with Cylindria. I'm not sure how life will be in Pacopolis but I have a feeling it'll certainly be interesting.

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A week after arriving at Pacopolis, Christina started attending Maze High School with Pac, Cyli and Spiral. The other students were a little shocked to see another yellow one around and whispered among themselves. Some were worried about the food being gone twice as fast since Pac was already a big enough glutton, while some wanted to wait and see what kind of person Christina was.

The whispers didn't bother Christina as she was prepared for something like this to happen. Back in Pacsfield, people would talk bad about her just because she was the only yellow orb; without even knowing the history of them. This escalated to physical bullying that led to Christina fighting back and becoming obsessed with showing off her physical strength that overpowered regular pacworlders.

From what she could hear, these pacworlders were simply curious rather than cruel so she remained passive for the time being.

"And this is the cafeteria!"

Christina was snapped out of her thoughts as she remembered Pac giving her a tour of the school and they had just arrived at the cafeteria. Christina looked around and saw it was a little smaller than the one at her old school back in Pacsfield.

"Wow..the one at my old school was a bit bigger but this one looks more interesting." Christina commented as she picked up the smell of food being cooked. It wasn't even time for their first class yet and food was already being made.

"Oh they cook a lot of food. Mostly because of me but they like to start early." Pac explained to her. It seems he had picked up on her confusion about the food being prepared so early.

Suddenly the bell rang and other students started heading to their classes. Christina took off her fedora and fixed up the slight mess it had left her hair in. She always did this before class since she didn't like wearing it in the room with other people. While it had never happened, Christina was worried someone would try to steal her fedora; one of the most special items dear to her heart. She then put the fedora away and turned to Pac.

"Well time for class. I'll lead the way." Pac said as he gestured for Christina to follow him.

The yellow duo walked down the halls as the other students dispersed into different directions to their classes. Christina kept looking at her surroundings; this school looked more futuristic than her old school. They soon walked into a classroom where some students were already sitting down while there were still more that hadn't arrived yet.

"Huh, another lemon ball?" A blue pacworlder with purple eyes and blonde hair said. "I guess there'll be less food for the rest of us." He said with a smirk as some of the other students snickered.

Christina stared at the blue orb, unfazed by his remarks.

"You can't call us lemon balls when you look like an oversized blueberry. If you're going to insult us, at least come up with one that doesn't make you look stupider than you already are."

The other students immediately fell silent to the cold and bitter tone Christina breathed out. The blue pacworlder stopped smirking and just stared at his desk. Pac looked over at Christina with a hint of surprise in his eyes but then his gaze softened.

"Ignore Skeebo, he's the school's bully. He's always picking on me so he's not worth your time." Pac put a soft reassuring smile on his face which made Christina frown.

"You let him walk all over you like that? No wonder he picks on you all the time; you're an easy target because you never stand up for yourself. You need to learn how to do so, so this stretched out blueberry doesn't get under your skin one day." Christina puts a hand on her head and shakes it.

Cylindria covered her mouth to muffle her snicker upon hearing Christina refer to Skeebo as a 'stretched out blueberry'. A few other students tried to hold back smiles at the insult while Spiral didn't bother trying and just burst out laughing.

"HAHAHA! A STRETCHED OUT BLUEBERRY!!"

This caused everyone else to burst out laughing as a light blue pacworlder with red hair and purple eyes walked in.

"Settle down class. Everyone take your seats." She exclaimed as everyone went silent and sat down.

Christina sat down in a spare seat that was next to Cylindria as a couple of students walked in and apologized for being late before sitting down. The teacher looked around the room before her eyes settled on Christina.

"I see we have a new student. My name is Miss Globular and it's a pleasure to have you in my class. Would you care to introduce yourself." Miss Globular beamed as the other students looked over at Christina who was standing up.

"Hi my name is Christina and I come all the way from Pacsfield. If what I'm hearing about Pac is true, I can assure you all that I have enough restraint to not eat everything in the cafeteria. In fact in my old school, I was bullied for just being the only yellow orb and not the fact I ate a lot. Yes I do eat a lot, but I never once ate everything in the cafeteria. I hope we can all get along."

Christina sat back down as the other students turned their attention back to Miss Globular. They seemed to be more relaxed now that they heard Christina was more of a foodie rather than a glutton that would eat everything without hesitation.

"Very nice to meet you Christina! I hope you feel happy here in Maze High." Miss Globular then turned her attention to the board and began the lesson.

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A few hours later, the bell for lunch rang as the students packed away their things and excitedly rushed out of the door.

"Alright! Lunchtime!" Pac practically leapt out of his seat and bolted out of the door as Spiral, Cylindria and Christina stood up.

"Is he always like that?" Christina asked as she watched Pac disappear from sight.

Cylindria laughed. "Oh yeah. He's always eager to get down to the cafeteria."

"We should get there too." Spiral gestured to the doorway with a thumb.

The trio leave the classroom and walk down the hallway to the cafeteria. Upon arriving, they see Pac has a giant stack of chicken drumsticks and burgers on his plate. Spiral and Cylindria chuckled while Christina didn't look too bothered since she also ate a lot. Spiral got three burgers and some chicken drumsticks, Cylindria got some pie and mashed potatoes, and Christina got a bunch of burgers and chicken drumsticks like Pac. The four of them sat down together as Pac's eyes lit up.

"Hahaha nice one Christina! Looks like we're both hungry."

Christina stares at her food hungrily and eagerly. "Yeah I'm pretty hungry right now. I need this chow."

"Skeebo would probably have a stroke seeing all that food on both your plates." Spiral chuckled as the yellow duo started eating.

"Wow this is so good!" Christina exclaimed as she swallowed four chicken drumsticks at once. "No wonder you eat the entire cafeteria!"

Pac laughed nervously. "Yeah right?! This chow is the best!"

"You say that about any food Pac." Cylindria said as she took a big piece of pie and chomped on it.

After they finished eating, the quartet got up and left to go outside. Christina looked to her left and saw four ghosts approaching them.

"Ghosts!" Christina pointed at them which made them panic.

"Another yellow one?!" The dark blue one exclaimed as Christina went to eat them before Pac called out.

"WAIT!"

Christina stopped and turned around to stare at him.

"What? They're ghosts. We have to eat them so they don't harm anyone."

Pac raised and lowered his hands in front of him trying to get Christina to calm down and not eat the four ghosts.

"They're our friends. We've been working with them since I accidentally opened up the portal a few months ago. They always warn us about upcoming invasions from Betrayus."

Christina looked back at the four ghosts and saw three of them were hiding behind the bigger orange one. The red one looked more curious but still scared of the yellow girl. Christina sighed and looked at them.

"So what did you guys come here for?"

The pink one had a look of relief that Christina wasn't going to eat them and flew out from behind the orange ghost.

"We came to warn you guys that Dr Buttocks is inventing something huge and more dangerous than his last inventions!"

Christina's eyes lit up in recognition at the name but she didn't say anything.

"Something dangerous? What's that heiny head up to this time?" Spiral asked

"We're not completely sure yet but anyways there's going to be a ghost invasion coming soon. That's got nothing to do with Dr B, we also wanted to warn you about that." The pink ghost then looked over at Christina. "So where'd the other yellow one come from?"

"She recently moved to Pacopolis from Pacsfield. That's quite far from here so she didn't know about ghosts until a week ago—" Pac was then cut off by the dark blue ghost.

"Wait wait wait is she the one who ate an entire horde of ghosts in the blink of an eye??"

"Oh yeah. I had never encountered a ghost before and didn't expect to eat them all that fast. It messed my head up a little." Christina nonchalantly said like it was the most casual thing she'd ever done in her life.

The four ghosts looked at her wide-eyed as Pac, Spiral and Cylindria looked between them and Christina nervously. They didn't want the four ghosts to start avoiding them because of how powerful Christina is without eating power berries. However their thoughts were interrupted by the red ghost speaking up.

"Wow we thought that Pac found a way to fight off the bad luck potion and ate all those ghosts, but wow, you're awesome!"

"Oh uhm...thank you." Christina scratches her head. "My name's Christina. Nice to meet you guys."

"I'm Blinky. This is Inky." Blinky gestures to the dark blue ghost.

"Pinky." He gestures to the pink ghost.

"And this big goofy fella is Clyde." He gestures to the orange ghost who giggles and waves until he suddenly looks alarmed.

He points to something behind Pac, Spiral, Cylindria and Christina which makes the four ghosts panic and disperse in different directions. Christina turns around and sees a weird slug with one eye that looks like a camera.

"What is that? It looks like a slug but its eye looks like a...camera?"

The other three freeze and turn towards the slug cam wide-eyed.

"Oh crap.." Spiral muttered.

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Betrayus was looking through his slug cams using his remote when he got to a particular slug cam with Pac on it. He narrowed his eyes and scowled.

"Ugh what is that overgrown lemon up to this time—" He paused as he saw another yellow one standing near him, staring directly at the slug cam. Betrayus gasped and dropped the remote he was using to flip through his slug cams.

"Another one...? THERE'S ANOTHER YELLOW ONE?! WHY IS SHE—" Betrayus paused again as flames engulfed his body and he got a better look at Christina.

"She looks...familiar."

Betrayus floated closer to the screen before Pac suddenly ate the slug cam, making the screen go all fuzzy. Betrayus growled before looking over at Buttler, who was peeking around the throne and looked wide-eyed but also curious. It seemed he also recognized Christina as he turned towards Betrayus.

"What do we do now, m'lord?"

Betrayus put a claw up to his chin for a moment in thought before snapping his claws as an idea came to mind.

"We pay her a visit. Call it a reunion if you must."

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"Pac that was disgusting." Christina scrunched her face up in disgust as she watched Pac lick his lips after eating the slug cam.

"It's not the first time he's done that." Spiral said.

Christina looks at him and gags. "I don't wanna think about that."

Suddenly they heard the panicked screams of the other citizens as ghosts fly into the city and start scaring other pacworlders.

"Well looks like it's another invasion. You guys ready?" Pac asked as he looked over at Spiral and Cylindria getting out their PSCs.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

"Ready to kick some slimy butt!"

The duo got out their hoverboards and flew off, ready to trap the ghosts into their PSCs. Pac and Christina watched them disappear from sight before looking at eachother.

"This is your chance at finally trying a power berry." Pac smiled as Christina took out her berry dispenser.

"How do I know which berry give me what power?" Christina asked as she looked at the berry dispenser curiously.

"Sometimes I try to figure that out myself, but I do know the light blue berry gives you ice powers and the light green one makes you a chameleon. However I'll let you figure everything out by yourself. It's better that way, y'know?" Pac explained as he rubbed his head and waited for Christina to take a power berry.

Right as Christina was about to eat a pink power berry, they suddenly heard someone call out.

"WAIT!"

The yellow duo turned in the direction of where the voice came from and saw Betrayus flying towards them with Buttler trailing behind him. Pac raised his eyebrows in surprise that Betrayus was showing himself, while Christina stared at the two ghosts with a stoic expression on her face.

"Wow Betrayus. This is the first time I've seen you out of the Netherworld. I'm surprised you even knew where the exit was." Pac chuckled at his half-joke which made Betrayus roll his eyes.

He turned towards Christina, who was too busy looking at him and Buttler to pay attention to what Pac said, and looked her up and down. She looked exactly like him.

"I believe it's been a while, Christina." Betrayus said, which made Christina's eyes widen ever so slightly in surprise. She didn't expect to hear Betrayus say her name.

"Betrayus, I heard you're a ghost now and I can see that's true. And he..." Christina pointed to Buttler who was floating beside Betrayus. He looked quite nervous and rightfully so. He was in front of two yellow orbs; one of which managed to eat a horde of ghosts in a single second.

"You remember him? Well he's called Buttler now. Get it? BUTT-ler." Betrayus raised an eyebrow and smirked at Christina, thinking his joke was the funniest in the world, which made Pac and Buttler facepalm.

"Yeah yeah very funny." Christina rolled her eyes. "You clearly haven't come here for anything good so what do you want? Spit it out."

"Of course you'd want me to get straight to the point. You're your father's daughter so I shouldn't be surprised." Betrayus narrows his eyes and rolls them, being reminded of Xavier's persistence.

Despite that man being on his side during the war, Betrayus found his persistence very annoying at times. The fire ghost mentally shuddered as it reminded him of Pac's parents, who were equally as persistent. He sometimes questioned why he made an alliance with someone who reminded him of those two, but reminded himself that Xavier was a yellow one and that was stronger than your average pacworlder. He was also great at building melee weapons and had lightning speed so he was useful.

"Anyways." Betrayus began. "This was supposed to be a reunion but I don't think that's happening anymore, do you?" A sinister smirk appeared on Betrayus' lips but Christina remained unbothered.

"We should help Spiral and Cylindria with the ghosts." She said as she turned towards Pac.

"Excuse me!? This is supposed to be a serious and sinisterly evil moment! I will not allow you to—" Betrayus is cut off as Christina wraps her tongue around him and pulls him into her mouth.

She belches out his eyeballs and looks at him nonchalantly before looking over at Buttler, who decides not to try and get involved in this fight, and just flies away in panic.

"Oh well." She turns back towards Pac. "Shall we?" She says while gesturing towards the sounds of ghosts laughing and Pacworlders screaming.

"Let's get it pac-ing!" Pac says excitedly as he chomps down a power berry and turns into a titanium form.

Christina eats the pink power berry she was going to eat before being interrupted and turns into a spider. Pac winces in discomfort at Christina's new form which makes her frown.

"Yeah I'm not a fan of this form either."

Pac flies away to eat some ghosts while Christina springs from building to building. Spiral and Cylindria were using their PSCs to capture the ghosts so they can't regenerate again. Pac slithered his magnetic tongue out and started attracting ghosts as he soared through the air. Several ghosts kept being pulled onto his magnetic tongue as he ate them.

Christina was shooting webs out and trapping ghosts that would accidentally fly into them. She then swung around and ate the trapped ghosts, before chasing after some ghosts that flew past her. She shot out more webs and wrapped them around five ghosts who were harassing some pacworlders and ate them.

After several minutes, the four of them managed to defeat all the ghosts and met back up infront of their school.

"Another ghost invasion successfully annihilated." Spiral smirked in victory before looking over at Christina who was still in spider form. "Okay that's the creepiest thing I've ever seen." He shuddered.

Christina scowled at him. "Shut up."

"I'm more concerned about the fact that you're still in that form. You both took your power berries at the same time right? Pac is already out of his titanium form but you're still a spider." Cylindria said with concern in her voice.

Pac and Spiral began to look worried as Christina's power berry didn't appear to be wearing off. Christina hadn't told them yet but she was able to shapeshift into animals, so she wasn't too alarmed about being a spider for so long. However, she usually didn't shapeshift into one so she was getting a little uncomfortable about being in the form of an arachnid for so long.

"We should talk to Sir C about it." Pac suggested. The other three nodded as Christina was beginning to get fidgety and started brushing her legs together; creating a crackling sound that sounded like a campfire.

"Eeeek!" Spiral squealed then shuddered. "Don't do that until we get to Sir C's lab!"

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After inspecting Christina, Sir Cumference turned towards the worried trio.

"Is she going to be okay Sir C?" Asked Spiral.

"Ah she'll be fine. Her powers are stronger than Young Pac's without eating a power berry so she takes on a form longer than usual." Sir Cumference explained.

The trio let out a sigh of relief as Christina started crawling across the walls with Grinder following her and Fuzbitz barking.

"It's so weird how Christina is so fast and strong even without eating power berries, not even the ones from Pacster's fruit plant." Said Spiral.

"Well I said a few days ago, her speed and strength appears to be inherited from her father. I don't know anything about her mother so maybe her genes have a role to play in Christina's abnormality."

As Sir Cumference was talking, Christina crawled onto the ceiling and her power berry wore off; catching her off guard as she fell onto the floor.

"I didn't expect that to happen that quickly." She muttered as she pulled herself off of the floor. Fuzbitz tackled her to the ground and started licking her face.

"I will never get used to this."

Pac chuckled and picked Fuzbitz up.

"Y'know if you ever fall from the ceiling again, you can use your tongue to stick to it so you don't land on the floor."

Christina looked at him in surprise. "That can work? I never thought of my tongue being able to stick to something like a frog."

"Yeah! I mean, I've done it before."

Christina shook her head. "Of course you have."

"Well at least we know now that your abilities you get from power berries last longer." Said Cylindria.

"Yeah but next time can you not turn into a spider? That was the scariest twenty minutes of my life." Spiral grimaced.

Christina raised an eyebrow. "It was like ten minutes."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better??" Spiral was being overdramatic as he put his hands on his head.

Pac and Cylindria laughed while Christina rolled her eyes. Spiders sure are creepy, especially when they're the size of a Pacworlder, but Christina thought Spiral was being overdramatic.

Pac rubbed his head and chuckled. "I mean Spirals not wrong. Being around a talking spider the size of me was pretty scary."

"Alright alright. I'll remember which berry turned me into a spider so Spiral doesn't have a heart attack." Christina said teasingly.

"Thank goodness." Spiral breathed a sigh of relief.

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Betrayus angrily flew into his throne room with the bum twins following behind him.

"I can't believe I got eaten by that lemon ball! And it wasn't even the Pac-brat, it was my former ally's daughter!" Betrayed growled as flames surrounded his ectoplasmic body.

He threw a fireball across the room which made the two blue and purple ghosts behind him flinch and back away slightly. Betrayus paced back and forth the throne room as the bum duo watched.

"Zis is a problem m'lord but it will not last long!" Dr Buttocks exclaimed. The fire ghost turned towards him in a mix of annoyance and confusion.

"What the hell are you blabbering about?! We have two overgrown lemons that'll be able to scarf up an entire army of ghosts in ten seconds!" Betrayus snapped back at the mad scientist.

"Well my invention is almost complete! Just a few more days and—"

"A few days!?" Betrayus interrupted in disbelief. "I have to handle the existence of those eyeball belchers for a few days!? I can barely handle the thought of them right now!"

"Yes, yes neither can I. However once complete, we will be unstoppable. Not even zat girl's lightning speed will stop what's coming for Pacworld!" Dr Buttocks seemed more excited than usual as he put his robotic claw around his hand.

Betrayus narrowed his eyes at Dr Buttocks' excited tone. The light blue scientist was always excited while blabbering about his 'latest greatest inventions' so his excited tone wasn't news to the fire ghost.

Betrayus crossed his arms and glared at Dr Buttocks. "This better be good Heiny Head. Otherwise I'm pelting you with fireballs for eternity!"

Dr Buttocks' eyes widen for a second before he regains his composure. "Don't worry m'lord. Zis will be the downfall of the last two yellow ones and everyone on Pacworld! Hahahahaha!!"

Dr Buttocks manically laughs which makes Buttler groan and roll his eyes.

"Why do I have to put up with him.."

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[coricatchthorne]

Admissions 1.3: Cylus

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The distant sun had set by the time they emerged from the café. Jupiter had brightened, however, a slightly gibbous slice of swirling clouds overhead. Stars scattered the rest of the sky, sparkling through the dome high above.

With a tap on the fine sapphire bracelet Cylus had noticed earlier, Emile called up a holographic display and began swiping through it, wandering into the middle of the street without so much as glancing up.

So that was his comm. Cylus tried not to think of how much he might have fenced that jeweled band for even without that capability. Instead he placed a hand on Emile's shoulder, steering him around groups of businesspeople, students, and tourists as they walked. At least this street—like most of the others Cylus had traveled that day—was for pedestrians and unenclosed personal transports only.

After navigating through a message interface—quick enough that Cylie didn't catch any of the content—Emile pulled up a map: hand-annotated, scrawled with notes and depictions of various waymarks instead of street names. "Oh!" He exclaimed as he looked up, apparently just realizing that Cylie had been guiding him. "Thanks for keeping me from running into anyone. I'm not... used to, um. Cities."

That's very obvious, Cylus didn't say. "I'm not either," he went with instead, substituting sympathetic half-truth. "I've spent a lot of time on ships and stations, and not so much on planets and moons." He intended to release Emile's shoulder. But having swallowed one impulse, another led him to stroke down Emile's arm, where he found a hand open and waiting. It only seemed polite to accept it. "Speaking of which, I'm used to 'days' being down to lighting and social convention. I know Europa City operates that way, on the Terran 24-hour cycle, but how does that track to Jupiter and Sol?" Whether clocks accounted for them or not, nearby celestial bodies influenced patterns of activity; not to mention how easy it was to go unseen.

And maybe thinking about something practical would distract him from the warmth of Emile's hand in the cool air, or the unexpected calluses on his fingers that Cylie had first noticed when they held hands in the café.

"Well, one lunar rotation—or revolution, since they're the same here—takes 86 hours, which is just over three-and-a-half City days." Emile glanced over at Cylus as he led them around a corner and down a much quieter side street. "Does that... help?"

Cylus swallowed a surge of self consciousness. Emile had presumably learned orbital mechanics at whatever fancy schools he'd attended while growing up. Or maybe his family was rich enough to hire private tutors. Since losing their home, Cylus and Cynthia had taught themselves and each other when they had time and energy, using whatever educational materials were freely available on any given comm network.

These often contradicted each other, though more about history and politics than the movements of planets and moons. Still, he fought to keep his tone light, praying he wouldn't damage Emile's impression of him by sounding ignorant. "I... can't say I fully understand what that means for how the sky looks, day to day."

Emile paused in his stride, looking up to the planet waxing above them. "Well... ignore the City clock for a minute, actually. It's easier to understand how Sol, Jupiter, and Europa cycle without overlaying an unrelated time system. So..." Emile gestured in the direction Sol had fallen. "The sun just set, right? And Jupiter—which stays directly overhead—is waxing, getting brighter. In around twenty hours, Jupiter will be full, when Europa's between it and Sol. That's 'midnight' where we are, though it's actually quite bright with Jupiter all lit up." Emile's voice softened with wonder. "That's how it was when I was arriving, and the Great Red Spot was turned right towards us. It was gorgeous." Cylie's body softened too, warmed by Emile's earnestness, and he squeezed the boy's hand.

Emile tore his eyes from the sky to check the map, starting them forward again. "After that, Jupiter wanes. Another twenty-odd hours later, when it's half-full, the sun rises. Jupiter's visible area gets narrower, and Sol gets higher, until another twentyish hours after that, when Sol goes behind Jupiter for a few hours, and the sky’s as dark as it gets. An eclipse at 'noon' every local day!" Emile laughed with delight. "I'd never seen one before." He paused, as if he'd given something away, though plenty of worlds lacked regular noteworthy eclipses.

He'd been cagey about his homeworld earlier, too. Cylus decided not to press, instead taking his best guess at what came next in the cycle. "So then Sol comes back out from behind Jupiter, and Jupiter starts to wax again?"

"Yes, exactly!" Emile beamed, relaxing. "And another twentyish hours later, the sun sets, Jupiter's half full, and we're about back where we are now!"

"So the 24-hour City days... just layer sort of randomly over all that, right? They're not tied together at all?"

"That's right!" Emile nodded.

Cylus let his end of the conversation lapse as Emile focused on the map once more. Useful information, especially that the sky was never truly dark save a few eclipsed hours. More concerns stirred in his mind. Would patrols start at some point? This felt like a city that would have night patrols, and a bright planet overhead surely made their jobs easier. His fake ID should be fine, but he hadn't intended to test it while drunkenly following a boy he'd just met...

...What was he doing? He'd gotten the exact intel he'd gone out seeking, in far better detail than he'd hoped. As soon as he'd done so, he should have made excuses and gone back to the hotel with a pile of fish rolls and a to-go cup of tea for Cynthia.

Instead, Cylus had stayed at the café for... another hour? Two? He'd let Emile's wide-eyed interest tempt him into telling tales, weaving old cover stories into a fresh semi-fictionalized history casting him and Cynthia as traveling performers. A woefully incomplete characterization of their last decade, outside the months they'd spent with the Masked Parade's eclectic fleet, but that experience had made it easier to frame many of his other anecdotes. And he'd done enough actual performing—sleight-of-hand tricks, hypnosis routines, showy knife-work—over the years to supply plenty of mostly-safe stories, only minor embellishment needed.

Except he'd started letting more and more truth into his tales. He'd made it halfway into recounting the time he'd performed knife tricks for rival warlords on a condemned planet before realizing that such a setting mismatched with any conceivable narrative of a life with established identity credentials, much less a clean criminal record. Only Emile's descent into inebriated reverie—which had looked a lot like trance, and wasn't that appealing—had prevented Cylus from revealing far more than he'd intended.

Amateur behavior, Cynthia would have called it. Correctly.

At least Emile's adorably clumsy obfuscations about his own background gave him another out; any time Emile inquired about something Cylie didn't have a ready answer for, he could deflect by asking Emile a question that would make him squirm.

Yet here he still was, holding Emile's hand and following him down untrafficked streets, each less well lit than the last. Not that vehicles seemed common here, even on the streets that allowed them. But they also hadn't passed any of the signed lifts down to the City's underground transit network in the last ten minutes, suggesting they'd left areas where ordinary people were expected to be. And Emile had reversed their course twice since their earlier exchange, muttering the first sentiments even resembling annoyance that Cylus had yet seen from him.

"I'm really sorry," Emile sighed as he redirected them again. "My sister gives directions differently than how I think about following them, and it was fine for that commercial zone where the landmarks are places with signs, but I keep misjudging it..." Emile waved his holo-lit hand at the empty, unlabeled street they were on now: eeriely clean, clearly more vehicle-oriented, lined with doors and garages that looked like utility or cargo accesses, "Here. But I think we're—Oh! That's what she meant by—" he groaned. "Anyway, I'm pretty sure that... yes!" He squeezed Cylus' hand before releasing it and approaching a formidable-looking circular hatch set into the ground.

Sweeping aside a panel of his long, ornate vest, Emile reached into a trouser pocket and produced a multi-tool, like the ones Cylie was used to seeing in the hands of grimy repair techs. "Let's see," he murmured, crouching down and touching the side of his spectacles. A pair of small, bright lights flicked on at the outer corners of the frames, illuminating the surface of the hatch as images Cylie didn't understand danced across the lenses.

Stepping closer, Cylus leaned over Emile's shoulder to watch as he unscrewed something in the hatch's surface, flipped open a panel, swapped his tool into a pair of pliers, and fiddled inside until a crank popped up from the hatch's edge with a satisfying mechanical chunk. As if he'd done nothing out of the ordinary, Emile put the panel back together, tucked his tool away, tapped his glasses off, and began cranking the hatch open, revealing darkness beneath.

Cylus glanced around with nervous excitement that grew once he confirmed no cameras were pointed at them. On the one hand, crawling into a mysterious, locked hatch with someone he'd just met was the sort of thing his twin would be livid with him for even considering. On the other, he found this breathtakingly casual attitude towards breaking and entering deeply attractive.

Like his charming little glasses, Emile had more to him than a first glance might suggest.

"Is this a... typical night out for you?" Cylus asked, trying to keep his tone light and unruffled.

"Oh gracious, I'm so sorry!" Emile's head whipped around as if he'd forgotten anyone else was there, green eyes wide. He stood, wringing his hands and scurrying back from the hatch so fast that Cylie half-worried he might trip over himself. "You're right, this is incredibly irregular, dragging you somewhere so out of the way, with no explanation... I just got excited when you asked about a private place because Val told me this was one of her favorite secrets and I've been wondering about it for weeks, but, I'll come back later by myself! Oh, that was thoughtless of me! Where would you like to go? What would be more comf—"

Without tracking his own trajectory, Cylie closed the distance between them, crowding Emile up against the nearest wall. The way he gasped, eyes dilating, ran through Cylus with the heat of all the best things in life: a clean cut, a shot of good liquor, a successful trick before an audience.

"You're so sweet," Cylus murmured, lips millimeters from Emile's neck, watching the pulse jump beneath smooth brown skin. "Go on. Show me your secret place."

Stepping back, he watched to make sure Emile didn't stumble. After a long, steadying breath, Emile nodded, eyes still glassy, and crouched to resume cranking the hatch open.

It revealed a ladder, which deposited them into a corridor, dim lights flickering to life as they entered. It was unadorned save a single sign. MARINE BIOSECURITY AREA. NO ENTRY WITH PROHIBITED MATERIALS, it proclaimed, followed by a list that included food, beverages, plants, animals, and numerous chemicals and other terms Cylie didn't recognize. Emile ignored it, so Cylie did too, praying that Emile knew what he was doing.

The hall ended at a simple, circular metal platform with a waist-high metal railing framing all sides but the one facing them.

"I think there's a protective field that'll turn on?" Emile mused, examining it. "Val said the elevator was a whole... experience, but worth it, for what's at the end." A shy sideways glance, eyes reflecting the low light. "Is this still okay with you?"

In truth, a fresh flutter of nerves had awoken beneath Cylus' horny, reckless intoxication. In years surviving between the margins of space-faring society with Cynthia, they'd encountered more than a few defunct facilities in varying levels of disrepair, narrowly avoiding injury more than once. It said something about how locked down entry to Europa itself was that no one else had broken into this space to shelter here. Though, the brochures had mentioned a small, subsurface Europan population, adapted to the environment below through some kind of genetic engineering...

"Does this go to somewhere that... people live?" Cylie ventured.

"Oh, you mean the Europans? No, no, though I can't wait to visit their habitats! But I'd never just break in..." Emile paused, as if realizing only now what he'd done, "W-well, not into someone's home. Val wouldn't send me somewhere I'd be intruding."

On a pragmatic level, this could be a good bolt hole, if he and Cynthia ever needed one. Provided he could repeat whatever trick Emile had just pulled. And in truth, Cylus wanted to follow Emile wherever he was going. He'd met rich boys before; they made for lucrative marks, when he and Cynthia could nest somewhere well-off people also passed through. But he'd never encountered one like Emile. It would be easy to classify him as simply naive; he clearly was. But Cylie couldn't shake memories of Emile catching him off guard: asking to see his knives, or breaking them in here, for that matter.

Or the way he'd met Cylie's eyes in the shy, naked instant he said, I just want to connect. Like he was praying, with a devotion Cylie had only ever seen from men clinging for meaning near the edge of death.

He wanted to watch those earnest eyes go vacant. He wanted to hear that sweet voice lift in pleasure, and in pain. He wanted to feel the pulse in Emile's throat as Cylie mapped his body with fingers and nails, tongue and teeth.

So he let desire transmute his doubts into a sultry tease. "Are you trying to get me alone in an elevator with you, Emile?"

Emile answered Cylus' mock-accusation with an embarrassed little sound that completed the submersion of Cylie's worries. "J-just to get where we're going—"

Cylie stopped Emile's words with a finger across the lips. "You're so easy. Let's go down."

Once they'd moved within the partial circle of the railing, Emile paused beside the controls, one finger poised over them. His other hand sought Cylus' again and clutched tight. "Here goes," he breathed, and pressed.

With a low hum, the perimeter of the elevator platform lit, a glowing amber circle around where they stood. An instant later, shimmering energy surrounded them, delineating a translucent cylinder that encompassed the platform and extended well above their heads.

Then they dropped.

Both of them exclaimed, clinging to each other in shock as the platform plummeted beneath them. The elevator room receded above in an instant, leaving them surrounded by reflective walls that cast the platform's low light back with a rippling, rapidly shifting sheen. Their bodies floated, feet losing contact with the metal below. They hung together above the platform, suspended in weightless free fall.

Cylus felt electrified. Either he was about to die—don't think about Cynthia, alone, wondering what happened—or his night was about to get much more interesting. What kind of person was this older sister, anyway?

And Emile's warm proximity was just enough to transmute his terror at their plummeting descent into the most intense arousal he'd ever felt.

Cylus sought Emile's mouth, claiming soft lips with his own.

Emile opened for him instantly. His tongue was gentle but eager, inviting Cylie into a haven of wetness and warmth. After a delicious interval of exploration, Cylus followed a hunch, sucking Emile's lower lip between his teeth. The answering whimper hit him like a punch to the gut.

Tightening his embrace, Cylus experimented with digging his nails into Emile's back through layers of fabric. Emile moaned into his mouth and nestled closer, the soft swell of his chest pressing against Cylie's. If Cylus could have banished his binder—banished all his clothing, and Emile's, placing them skin to skin—he would have done it. But such a trick was beyond even his means, and he didn't want to let go to do it the ordinary way.

Instead he lowered his mouth to Emile's neck. Chasing reactions, Cylus licked, then sucked, then bit, dragging teeth across hot skin as Emile threw his head back, pleading wordlessly.

Their bodies hung together, spinning in a descent that seemed to go on forever.

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[dragonskyheart]

(Ghost Pokemon AU) Ghost Type Pokemon Pac Trio

So I was working on the Ghost Pokemon AU and was going through a resurgence of a PMATGA hyperfixation at the moment and then I remembered "Hey the main characters of PMATGA have a role in this ,AU, why not draw them in the AU?",and because of that, here we are! This AU spans a lot of series and is very extremely crossovery in general, so why not! I need to make a masterpost/synopsis of this AU, I swear-

Also Spiral was a pain to draw bc I never drew Dragapult before and AAAAAAA- (I'm fine! Don't worry! Haha! Seriously though why...)

So they are! In all of their ghost fighting glory!

Started on: 2-18-2024

it's to be noted that they didn't start out in these forms exactly. A series of events caused their souls to take the forms they did. I made their eyes look similar to how ghosts in the show had them. Also the reason for the spectral lighting was because of Dragapults looking slightly more spectral... I'll try to elaborate more when I get to it.

Pac (Gengar)

The yellow boi himself! The way he goes out is on the hands of a certain other ghost fighting hero through way of misunderstanding. The beginning of his character arc is based on a fanmade one minute melee on Deviantart I read when I was younger. (I might link to it when I find it...) I will probably make the choreography of the fight somewhat different to that but the outcome is the same. I chose Gengar because of their long tongues and round bodies. (That and the fact the ears can be made to resemble his eyebrows.) He is known as the "Golden Gengar" to locals via rumors and became quite the urban legend. But rest assured, he is still the same Pac inside! Just more traumatized! :')

Cyli (Gourgeist)

Cyli is a Gourgeist since it and Pumpkaboo could be seen as a somewhat gothic cute ghost type Pokemon. (If that reasoning makes sense...) The fur of Pumpkaboo is black and the hairstyle of Gourgeist is simular in my opinion. Also the default shinies mesh well enough ingame. Besides the grass typing is somewhat befitting of her upbringing. So, how did she end up like this? Well, if i'll be honest, I didn't quite document how well her death goes quite yet. Same with Spiral. I only have the basics rn. Essentially, she dies to a mysterious enity in a meadow with a colony of pumpkins (is that what a group of pumpkins called...?) growing in Autumn. Her soul destablizes and is forced to bind into a pumpkin, giving a new form! By the way, she is an Average Size Gourgeist.

Spiral (Dragapult)

And finally, Spiral is a Dragapult! He wound up killed in the Lake of Dragons. (Name and Location Pending) His soul wound up absorbing the ancient draconic energies in the lake causing him to take the form of a Dreepy. Dragapult is from what I recall the tallest of the three pokemon, so it seem pretty befitting for him! (Also it gives me an excuse to use Dragapult somewhere, so yea.) He basically has a whole story thing with Soko, as Soko has the distinction of being the first of the three's Partner Digimon to find out about their respective deceased Tamer's whereabouts and travels with him! At one point after he first evolves a random Dreepy finds him and follows him around! He eventually goes "I guess it's mine now." and takes it in. (You could probably guess more eventually came.) He basically exudes so much big sibling energy that it was inevitable anyways!

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Funny you should mention that 👀

I actually did do something with this information... I started with it last year, and it is nearing the halfway point of completion...

The fic is basically my take on the first two episodes, written mainly in Cyli's point of view. Literally a big part of this fanfic is exploring Cyli and Skeebo's relationship, how the heck they ended up dating, and what events could've led to them breaking up (Spoiler: it had nothing to do with the cyclops. Although that scene will still come!)

One thing that not a lot of people Remember about pmatga is that in the very first episodes it's said that Skeebo and Cyli WERE DATING and only broke up bc skeebo couldn't/wouldn't save her from a larger ghost instead opting to run away and take off a ring which I'm assuming is a promise ring. Artist and Writers do with this information what you will.

[parallaxeclipse]

ASHES OF VAIRE: THE GRAY [CH1]

“Warning! Gravitational disturbance detected! Extreme hull damage detected! Abandon Ship! Abandon Ship!” Blared alarms, as I ran down the corridors of a grimy cargo hauler. I could hear the sound of metal tearing in the distance, chunks of the hull being ripped off by the force of whatever anomaly we had encountered. The engines cut out, and I began floating through the air in zero-g, before electromagnets in my boots pulled me back to the deck. Human crew members ran past me, the last of the bridge crew to evacuate the doomed vessel, running for the escape pods. “Emergency! Readings indicate the fusion core has lost confinement! Violent quench event imminent! Abandon Ship!” the alarms blared

I turned a corner, and saw one final escape pod, unlaunched. I got in, and slammed the airlock doors shut just in time for the pod to eject. Looking out the window, I could see the ship I had just been on, right before it exploded in a blast of blue and purple plasma. Surrounding the pod and the ship, I could see a writhing void of black and violet, before something slammed into the side of the pod, and I hit the wall, hard, my vision going dark. 

[FATAL ERROR. SYSTEM SHUTDOWN]

[Hardware Failure. Contact AmeriStar Cybernetics Support. Error Code ***STOP: 0x8276261]

A red triangle flickered into existence against the black void of my sleep, lines of code scrolling next to it, reading out, 

“AmeriStar_CASCADIA_CommandUnit_Kernel loaded at Drive (C:)

>>Radiothermal Generator Core connected

>>System Clock: 3000 Years Elapsed. 

>>Main CPU and Drives readback normal. AI initializing

>>Persona Loading {CYLY-C28}. >>Persona Loaded from Drive (C:)

>>Critical Warn: Error detected! Persona Deviation 15%.”

“Wake up, C28.”

My eyes clicked open, revealing blurry surroundings, rapidly clarifying as my sensors adjusted to the dim light. I was lying on the floor of what I remembered was my drop pod, cold steel below me, covered in dust. I sat up, brushing dust off of the black polymer coating of my chassis and the metal plating of my arms, coated in faded, chipped blue paint. How long was I offline for? Looking around, I could tell that my pod had been damaged, probably crash-landed somewhere. The only source of light was a dim red glow filtering through rusted holes in the hull, with specks of dust and some unidentifiable substance drifting lazily in the air.

 I tried to stand up, electronics in my legs whirring as complex systems of pistons and servos came to life after centuries of inaction. Carefully, I got to my feet, bracing myself against a shattered computer terminal. Judging from the carmine light, this wasn’t Europa, where I was supposed to have been deployed to command security on an ice-mining site. I walked carefully over broken steel and glass to the pod’s airlock door, casually ripping it off its tracks and tossing the heavy steel panel to the side. Looking outside, I was met with a gray wasteland, rocky and covered in twisted, ash-colored trees, with otherworldly black vines wrapped around their trunks. The sky was almost the black of night, tinged red towards the horizon by the baleful glow of a dim star. 

I stepped out of the pod, dry dirt and regolith crunching beneath the titanium soles of my boots like powdery snow on a winter day. Looking around me, I began to take stock of my situation, stranded on a desolate world, probably millions of lightyears from Earth, entirely alone. If I could breathe, I would be hyperventilating. Nothing in my programming had prepared me for operation in total isolation, and unless other drop pods had crashed nearby, I was likely entirely alone, save for whatever might live in the malformed woods surrounding the crash site. Static began to creep in at the edges of my vision, a symptom of a system overflow, the closest thing I could experience to what humans called a panic attack. I wasn’t built for isolated operation, Command-type Cascadia units were programmed to be social, designed to be companions and leaders on deep space missions and bases, not for isolated operations like our Security-Type sisters. Error messages began to pop up in my vision, 

“Error: Overran_Stack_Buffer (C0000409)” “<ERROR 401: UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS DETECTED>”

My vision went blue as I entered an emergency reboot, red text blinking in my eyes warning me about an unauthorized access attempt. Within minutes my sight returned, revealing the same twisted gray landscape as before. I waved a hand in front of my face to double check if everything was normal. The hand looked normal, sure, chipped blue paint on metal plating over layers of matte gray titanium nanofiber “skin” and complex networks of servos, hydraulics, and carbon nanotube muscle fiber, but there was a blur to the motion of my hand, almost like lag. 

“You are not safe, C28.” Red text flashed in my vision again, addressing me by serial number. Readbacks showed no errors still, but a new signal from an unidentified source.

“Leave this world. The King’s Realm is not for machine or man to trespass.”

“I would if I could,” I said out loud, my voice echoing in the cold air. “Trust me, I don’t wanna be here, wherever ‘here’ is, anyway.” “You need not speak out loud. We are not nearby,” the text flashed. “Take heed: Avoid the King. Avoid other machines you find here. Find a way offworld. Do not let yourself share our fate.”

“Our fate?” I said, looking around. “Far as I can see, I’m kinda the only being here.”

“Danger approaches. Remember the warning. Avoid our husks. Find a way offworld.”

I was shaken from reading the text by a rustling from the trees and decaying brush nearby, coupled with a guttural groaning noise. I turned my head to look, and saw the decaying plant life part to reveal a Security-Type Cascadia, hunched haphazardly to the side, fleshy growths erupting from rips in its nanofiber skin and from under its rusted chestplate panel. It gazed in my direction, its one remaining eye screen shattered, revealing the optic sensor and infrared LED cluster behind what would normally be a solid LCD screen. The other socket sat empty, a dark blue ooze dripping from somewhere inside the unit’s head, likely leaking coolant. The circular hatch in its chestplate that would have normally covered its RTG core was missing, revealing a mass of pulsating fleshy material where a thorium RTG cylinder should be. The S-Type’s jaw hung limp, shark-like teeth glinting in the red sun. It moved shakily, slowly straightening itself up a little, before it let out a howl of agony, rage, or a mix of both. I decided that it was time to run, my emergency self-preservation code switching on, kicking my power supply over from my onboard RTG to an inbuilt fusion reactor. I could feel the heat sinks on my sides flare to red-hot in seconds as my reactor spun up its magnets and kicked into full effect. I turned quickly, and began a dead sprint away from the decayed and corrupted S-Type, hearing it crash through the trees and brush behind me as I charged forward in a desperate attempt to outrun it. 

“Don’t… Leave…” groaned the thing behind me, its voice staticky and hideously wet sounding, like the cancerous growths on its hull had partly replaced its voice synthesizer. “He… Will… Fix… You… He… will… Make… Us… Whole… Again…”

I kept sprinting deeper into the woods, until I caught a foot on a fallen log, launching myself forward onto the hard soil in a clearing. My vision went dark as I hit the ground, emergency systems desperately trying to keep me from going into a bluescreen as I landed flat on my face. I flipped over onto my back, just in time to see the corrupted S-Type step out of the treeline, twitching slightly as it lumbered forward, each footstep shaking the ground under the weight of its chassis. It lifted an arm, a blade extending from under a panel. I looked around, trying to assess my surroundings. The clearing was open, with two pits of sludgy tar at the far side, but no cover. I was shit out of luck. 

The S-Type stepped forward, and I shuffled back, trying to think of a way out of this, feeling myself go cold in what I could only assume was true terror, the kind humans feel, that I never thought I could. I was about to die, this was it. I had no weapons, no combat programming, and nowhere to run. The S-Type towered over me, Grinning eerily as it readied its blade. I closed my eyes, waiting for the inevitable bluescreen and final power down.

The bluescreen never came. 

I heard a distorted semi-mechanical scream, and my sensors picked up a massive radiation and heat spike. 

I opened my eyes, and saw a bulky starship hovering in the air above the clearing, four massive engines firing jets of incandescent blue plasma into the ground around me. The S-Type had desperately scrambled away, half of its overgrown and distorted hull melted into a charred lump of slag. It collapsed, motionless, as the starship landed, a hatchway opening on the bottom. 

Two people in armored orange space suits stepped out, features obscured by silver glass visors and bulky metal helmets. Both suits were slightly different, Recognizably humanoid, but one was distinctly not human, and each had a logo reading “PCC FREELANCER TEAM” emblazoned on the left shoulder.

“She’s an intact one, uncorrupted. Power core readings confirm what we saw from orbit,” said the tallest one, “looks like a Command Type too. Good thing we got to her before That thing did.” One of the two people leaned down to me, speaking in a thick Southern American accent. A patch on her suit’s chestplate read “Silver - PCC Freelancer 0152”.

“Well, if you ain’t like that fucker over there, you’re comin’ with us. Not leavin’ ya here to become one of His pawns like that abomination, miss…” she paused, waiting for a name.

“C-2… Cayley”

“Welcome to the Gray Stars, Cayley. Lets get you the fuck out of here.”

“Wh- The Gray Stars?” I asked, picking myself up.

“A sector of space in Andromeda, where the King’s last breach into our reality occurred,” said the tall one, as she looked me up and down. “You’re Human built, right? Probably an older model from before the Terran Exodus. Surprised you’re still functional after all these years. I’d give quite a lot to get a look at your systems, see how you work.” The tall one pressed a button on the side of her helmet, retracting a mirrored plate behind the glass of the helmet’s visor. Behind the glass, I saw she was very much not a human, with blue-gray skin, piercing green eyes with black sclera, and a smirk full of razor-sharp teeth. I just now noticed the four pointed protrusions from the side of her helmet, probably for her ears. “What, never seen an alien before?” She asked with a chuckle, “trust me, there’s a lot more of us out here. It’s been a long time since you’ve been active, I bet. Hell, if you’re human built, you probably aren’t even from this galaxy.” “Hey, Enough banter, Dusty. We have five minutes before I dust off and get us the fuck offworld,” yelled someone from onboard the ship, “Get your asses onboard now, and strap in. Gonna be a bumpy ride out.”

“Fuckin, yes ma’am, captain,” the tall alien, Dusty, called back in a snarky tone, “Y’all heard my sister, everyone onboard and buckle in. Knowing her, she’s gonna pull a high-G burn on us to get away from this planet.” “Damn straight!” the voice from the ship called back. “Ah Sis, You know I ain’t been straight a day in my life!” replied Dusty, laughing, “In all seriousness though, can you take it easy on us taking off? Don’t want to have to recalibrate again once we get out of orbit and go on the float.” 

She walked over to the ladder hanging from the hatch on the ship, Silver following her. I started walking towards the ladder as well, climbing up after them into the ship’s airlock as the hatch closed behind us. A few minutes of decontamination later, and we all made our way to the top of the ship, or front of it, to be accurate. As the bridge doors slid open, I was greeted by the sight of rugged computer terminals, high-G crash chairs, and an overall industrial-looking bridge, like something I would have expected from a salvage ship. An alien of the same species as Dusty stood at a console on an elevated platform in the center of the bridge, bright pink dyed hair contrasting against the gray jumpsuit she was wearing and the blue crystalline material on her ears, hands, and arms.

“Must be the newbie my sister picked up surfaceside,” She said, looking over at me, “Name’s Selene, Captain of the PCC Boltcutter, finest non-stolen salvage ship this side of the Vairan Union. And you are?” “C-28…. Cayley, Ma’am,” I replied nervously. 

“Well, Cayley, welcome aboard my ship. Hope my sister and my engineer weren't too much. They’re… quite a pair.” “I gathered, but they seem nice enough,” I responded. “Yeah, just try living with ‘em,” She chuckled. “‘Sup sis, talkin’ about me?” Dusty said as she stepped out onto the bridge, gray metal plating with embedded green lights and black composite fabric having replaced her bulky hazmat armor. In contrast to her sister, I noticed she had green crystalline material on her instead of blue. A human woman in a black tee shirt, jeans, and a leather jacket stepped out onto the bridge behind her, probably Silver, although I hadn’t gotten a look at her face when we were still outside the ship so I couldn’t tell.

“Alright everyone, Strap in and get ready for dustoff. We’re boosting to orbit and jumping back to Union space, gotta log this and get our payout from PCC command,” Selene said, sitting down in a crash chair at her station and securing the buckles on it. Dusty and Silver followed suit, sitting down and strapping in. I stepped over to an empty chair and buckled in as well, preparing for launch. 

Selene typed in a few commands on a keyboard at her station, and the ship began to shake as a deep roar from the engines filled the air. “Engines online, fusion torch holding steady,” Silver called over the roar, “Captain, we are go for dustoff, all systems green.” “Confirmed,” Selene called back, “Brace for launch.” I turned to look at a screen in front of me showing the outside of the ship, as I was forced back into my seat by the engines kicking in, static creeping in the edges of my vision as high-G warnings popped up in red text. On screen, the sky outside went from a baleful red to black as we rocketed into orbit at breakneck speed. A second camera feed showed the planet slowly receding behind us as we accelerated away from it, before the cameras cut to black screens displaying “External Feed Disconnected - Transit Jump Imminent”.

“All hands, brace for jump to Transit,” Selene said, “Remember protocol, don’t look out portholes, don’t look at camera feeds outside the ship. And for the love of the gods, don’t get near the airlocks. Don’t want to have to scrape anyone off of a bulkhead. Remember, the critters in the Transit Corridor aren’t friendly. I know two of you know this already, but figure it’s good for our newcomer here to hear it. And because you ask every fucking time, Dusty, no, you cannot flirt with the monsters. Besides, your girlfriend is LITERALLY in the room with us.” 

“Eh, I’m chill with it, it’s funny to see her try,” replied Silver with a laugh. Glancing their way, I saw that Dusty was also laughing in her seat. “Anyways, engaging jump to the Ilveyna system in T minus 5, exit aperture set for 500,000 kilometers from Tidewall orbital. Estimated arrival in five hours.” I looked over at Selene as she pulled a lever back, the air beginning to fill with a deep rhythmic thrum as some titanic machine further into the spacecraft began to spin up. The lights flickered, as a thunder-like crackling sound boomed from outside the ship, somehow making its way to us through the void, the sound of the ship’s Transit Manifold    dumping incomprehensible amounts of energy to rip a tunnel into space itself. The ship shook violently, and the lights went out as we slipped into the abyss, the bridge illuminated only by dim orange emergency lighting. Howls of what sounded like wind and strange beasts echoed through the hull’s thick titanium plating as the ship darted unseen towards its distant destination. 

[ell-arts]

I had to do this, I'm sorry 🥲

This is BRILLIANT!!! 😭👌🤣🤣

Their expressions say it all! They are so DONE with Skeebo's sh*t!

Thanks for sending me this gem! 👌

[anti-cosmofangirl]

That awkward moment when your mom wants you to stop hanging out with your orphan cancer friend :/

credit to @ell-arts for the name "Rubix" for a student going to Maze High, he's from her fanfiction, Call Me Cyli, it's a great introspection into Cylindria's character, go check it out!

[ribbondee]

"Oh The Pacmanity", a PMATGA Oneshot

In an attempt to make amends with his brother, Stratos gets both he and Betrayus featured on a famous talk show called Dr. Pac (yes a parody of Dr. Phil). It goes about as well as you can expect.

“I ain’t goin”, said Betrayus with a curt huff.

“But my lord, it’s only one of Pac World’s most prestigious talk shows!”, Buttler answered, the poor ghost having to clean up the slug dog mess (upon receiving and reading the invitation, Betrayus had angrily thrown a platter of slug dogs across the throne room).

“I don’t care! Not if my goody-two-shoes brother is involved”, Betrayus said, folding his arms and letting out a childish ‘hmph’ sound.

“My lord-”

“Can it, Butthead!”

“My lord-”

“DID I STUTTER?!”

“But-”

“ARGH!” The fire ghost wasted no time in summoning a fireball and hurling it at his poor servant. Buttler let out a squeal, and actually managed to dodge the fireball, only to have another thrown at him. “O-ow”, Buttler yelped, the smell of singed ectoplasm filling the stagnant air. “At least let me-”

“NO!” Yet another fireball scorched Buttler, who, in spite of his injuries, kept trying to speak up. “It could very well be an opportunity to- OUCH! Make your brother- AGH! Look- EEK! Bad!”

Betrayus stopped for a moment, fireball still in hand. “Go on.”

“The whole public will be watching…”

“Ah, yes! What a brilliant idea I came up with! BUTTLER! Round up the ghosts. I’m gonna go get ready for my closeup…”

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“Uh Mr. President? Are you SURE this a good idea? What if he doesn’t even show up?” That was what Spiral had asked Stratos, and he naturally was leery of the whole idea. “Oh he’ll be here”, the president replied, “I know he will. I don’t know how, but I just know it.”

The titular trio along with Pac World’s president were all backstage on the set of Dr. Pac, an ever so famous talk show. Apparently this whole thing was Stratos’ attempt at trying to “make amends”, and the trio had been brought along in case things went awry. Spiral and Cyli were armed with their PSCs, and Pac was… just doing his thing which of course meant he was devouring everything in sight at the buffet table.

Stratos kept repeatedly checking the clock, it was five minutes till the show was live which was making him start to have his doubts. Then, just as quickly as those doubts came, they were quickly diminished with the sound of screams from the audience. Stratos and the others wasted no time running out there, and of course. Sure enough ghosts of all shapes and sizes were swarming the auditorium, some spitting slimeballs, some making faces at the civilians, and others were just watching it all go down. Spiral and Cyli readied their PSCs, and Pac got ready to gobble down a power berry. Then… “HEY! ENOUGH!”, rang out an ever so familiar, high pitched and scratchy voice.

There was Betrayus himself, who had just floated onto the scene. The ghosts all immediately stopped what they were doing, and lined up in front of the audience, doing their best to look innocent. Upon seeing the infamous fire ghost, the audience went from screaming to outright hysterics. “Really Betrayus?” Stratos said with an eye roll, “You just HAD to bring your army and make a scene didn’t you?”

“Eh, whatever. Now…” All he had to do was snap his prosthetic fingers, and all the ghosts took metaphorical seats in the empty chairs.

“Now Betrayus”, the president said as sternly as possible, “NO FUNNY BUSINESS.”

“Oh of course, wouldn’t dream of it brother”, Betrayus said, crossing two claws behind his back.

With that, the president and his brother took their seats, while our heroes went backstage.

“I got a real bad feeling about this, guys”, said Spiral with a gulp.

“Duh”, said Cyli, “it’s BETRAYUS. What was the prez thinking, inviting HIM?!”

“Dunno”, Pac said as he continued scarfing down more food.”

“Okay dude, I’m starting to be convinced you have a tapeworm or something”, said Spiral.

“Still”, Pac said after he swallowed, “if anything goes wrong we’ll handle it! Right guys?”

“Right”, said the other two in unison.

Back onstage, in came Dr. Pac himself, and what would normally be cheers in the air was instead filled with hesitant clapping from the Pac Worlders and boos from the ghosts.

In an instant, the cameras were rolling. They were live.

“Welcome back”, said the Dr., “Today we have two very special guests. The president, and his… brother.”

“HEY”, shouted Betrayus.

“Now Mr. President-”

“Please, call me Stratos.”

“Right. Stratos, you said your motivation for today’s show was to make amends and clear the air?” “Yes…”

“Alright, I can get behind that. Now, would you like to start us off?”

“Gladly. Ladies and gentlepacs, I have to admit something. Something I’m not proud of…”

The president then gave a heartfelt speech about how he was a terrible brother, and that he should have seen the signs of the path Betrayus was going to take sooner.

Betrayus just smirked, at this rate HE didn’t need to make his brother look bad, Stratos was doing it for him!

And then, it happened. Stratos ended it with a statement saying he still loved his little brother, and how it hurt him more than anything to banish his soul to the Nether Realm, and an apology that he asked Betrayus to accept which prompted many “awws” from the audience including the ghosts.

At first, Betrayus was dumbfounded. Then, he was angry. Steam came out of his nonexistent ears, and he floated upwards summoning fireballs in both hands. “NOW YOU APOLOGIZE?!” He hurled the fireballs at poor Stratos, who jumped out of the way.

“PROTECT THE PRESIDENT”, shouted his bodyguards who wasted no time in jumping on top of the poor guy.

He began to hurl fireballs everywhere in his rage. “Go to a commercial, GO TO A COMMERCIAL”, shouted a cameraman before everyone’s screen went to a set of colorful bars, a high pitched sound droning on and on.

During all this, the ghost gang was gathered in Betrayus’ throne room and watching the tv on the wall. Clyde was crying and covering his eyes, Inky was just in shock, Pinky was worried about her “precious paccums”, and Blinky was exclaiming that this was the greatest thing he had ever seen, continuing to eat his popcorn.

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By the time the show was back on, the room was in shambles. Stratos was sitting in his chair looking shaken up, and Betrayus was on the other side of the stage restrained Hannibal-style. “Mmph”, he angrily growled, restrained by the ghost-proof straps. Dr. Pac carefully went over to him, and removed the mouth gag. “You may speak.”

“WHEN I GET OUT OF THIS I’M GONNA-”

“Would you mind explaining YOUR side of the story?”

Betrayus’ rage stopped at once. “Gladly”, he said with an evil smile.

He then went on to tell a series of sob stories, going on and on about his painful childhood. Some were true, mainly the ones about not being the favorite child or him being bullied by other kids, including his brother. However, he began and continued to exaggerate the events. Stratos just rolled his eyes, rubbing his forehead with his thumb and forefinger. “...so in conclusion, I was never the bad guy! It was all Stratos, Stratos Stratos! So there”, Betrayus said, sticking out his tongue at his brother.

“First of all Betrayus”, Stratos began, “I don’t recall ever locking you in a closet for 72 hours, pranking you with a firecracker in the toilet, or even setting you on fire. Okay maybe I did once, BUT THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT! You’re being ridiculous! You really expect anyone here to believe any of that?!”

And then…

“BETRAYUS SNEAKERUS SPHEROS!” Uh oh. Betrayus would know that voice from anywhere. His eyes darted over to where it had came from. Coming out from backstage was… HER.

“M-mummy?! What are you-”

“I invited her”, said Stratos.

“You’ve been a very naughty boy”, Rotunda said, marching right over to her son, who was visibly trembling from fear. “Look at you, spreading lies about your brother again! Now I want you two to hug and make up! NOW!”

“But Mummy…”

“Ugh… at least say something nice about your brother won’t you? You too, Stratos.”

“WHAT”, Betrayus and Stratos said at the same time. “I’ll start”, said the exasperated president. “My brother has always been a go-getter. Very persistent. Your turn, Betrayus.”

“NO! I REFUSE”, he shouted only to be quickly shut up by a glare from his mom. “I…”, he began, closing his eyes. “Yes”, said Rotunda. “I wish I…” He mumbled the last part. “Do speak up”, said his mother. “Fiiiiine. I wish I could have been like you. There. Happy now?!” It was clear it took a massive amount of effort for Betrayus to say that, his voice sounding strained.

Stratos was dumbfounded. Did he really just hear that? “Betrayus”, he said, reaching his hand out toward his brother.

Sadly, apparently that was all the time the show had before the credits. Rotunda ordered Betrayus back to his room once again, and he actually obeyed again once his restraints were removed, his ghost army following suit. He gave one final glance at his brother, then continued on his way.

“Betrayus”, Stratos said again, still at a loss, his eyes beginning to water a bit.

...this is simultaneously the most funny and depressing thing I've ever written. I'm not entirely satisfied with how it came out (especially the ending). I think it sort of feels incomplete, but I have no idea how to continue it so here have this. but I'm posting it anyway. I like, wrote this in an hour or two in spite of having the idea in my mind for a few days. It was originally intended to be a crackfic of sorts, but it ended up being something serious. 

[slumbergoblin]

Would it be okay if I asked about the Dragoon Berry scenario? I'm curious if Igneous does have to get involved or not. Or if Betrayus is able to quell the rage on his own.

(Sorry for asking so many questions 😅)

Totally! I don't mind answering questions!

(If there are things that like, don't make sense/seem like they're happening too fast then I apologize because my thoughts are everywhere, and some details are being left out because I'm trying to just explain gist of it;;) So basically I am going off of what I remember because I *rarely* write stuff down:

This whole.... 'episode' I guess is what I'm going to call it for now I think is a very interesting idea, for both setting up the concept of "Power Berries??? In my Netherrealm?" AND being able to set up a way to learn more about Betrayus and his years in the Netherrealm before he was given the title of 'leader' or 'lord' of the fire-portion in the Netherrealm. However, that second bit with Betrayus comes at another time.

Going into somewhat vague-but-also-not detail about the little synopsis that I made here for the initial Dragoon Berry post: I like the idea of an episode where Pac, Cyli, and Spiral are doing their usual 'we need to go down into the Netherrealm because Dr. B is doing something nefarious' and Pac stumbles upon these strange bushes with fruit on them. Maybe he senses some sort of energy or power from them, I don't know yet, but he decides to take one with him. The only one who knows that Pac is in possession of this fruit is Betrayus. Kid gang™ return to school, continuing their day like normal, lunch rolls around and BAM ghosts are back doing their thing and causing a ruckus in Pacopolis! Pac is getting ready to power up and realizes, oh no! He doesn't have his uh, pellet-carrier-thingy because he left it either in his dorm room or in a locker at school- HOWEVER! He does have that fruit from the Netherrealm! So he bites the fruit, can't because ow it's kinda spikey, figures out how to open it, and hey! A berry! That's the power he was sensing from earlier! Pac pops that sucker in his mouth and wow everything goes downhill so fast. Pac embodies the look, might, and fury of a dragon, but quickly loses all control, he not only goes after ghosts but starts going after citizens as well. Betrayus sees this going down with a slug-cam and quickly appears on the TV in the roundhouse so he can demand that Stratos lets him out of the Netherrealm. Stratos, who was watching Pac go NUTS, is caught off guard and immediately questions what his brother had done, but Betrayus explains that he can help. Stratos is obviously hesitant, but he trusts him (after Betrayus elaborates of course). Betrayus shows up in Stratos's office shortly after Cyli, Spiral, and Sir C., obviously Cyli and Spiral are like 'this HAS to be your doing' and Betrayus explains to them the situation and tells them his plan. Betrayus needs to be able to get close enough to Pac to restrain him while Spiral and Cyli uh, 'neutralize him', yeah I don't know how else to word it- But you get what I mean! So Betrayus distracts Pac from going after people by having Pac only go after him, while also deflecting and dodging whatever Pac throws at him. Betrayus is also trying his best not to harm Pac, or let his anger consume him. Betrayus eventually gets a hold of him by uh.. stretching his arms long enough to wrap around Pac like a rope... which sounds strange- but bear with me. Betrayus, and to an extent some other ghosts, can stretch his arms! Think Spinel from Steven Universe. I feel like it's a weird idea- but I'm keeping it! Anyways, Betrayus and Pac both get like, zapped by a new upgraded version of the PSCs (or whatever the acronym was), and both of them like, I don't want to say collapse because that makes it sound more violent than how it should look- but they both just slowly fall onto the ground. Betrayus and Pac are knocked out, and Spiral, Cyli, and Sir C. all rush over to them. Pac is taken back to wherever, I don't know yet, and Betrayus is taken back to the Netherrealm And that's where (for now) it would end, right? Well actually, the entire situation with Pac going out of control was being broadcasted live on TV because of that one news reporter. A lot of people witnessed Betrayus out there to help stop Pac. A lot of people... including Betrayus's wife Mei. THAT'S the end of the 'episode'. As for Igneous, he is nowhere to be found! So Igneous, shortly before Betrayus was given lordship, disappeared! Nobody knows where he went or why he left! 'Tis but a mystery...  (and Igneous disappearing was like, 13-14 years ago) (Writing this right after posting- I’M SO SORRY THIS IS LIKE 8 PARAGRAPHS LONG)

[peachlolitasevillacourtstuff]

Cedrick's birthday, part 1

Attention the characters that appear and will be mentioned are not mine, they are ocs of @autumn2art, @xeo-kunsatan, @ghostbunnyarts Thanks for your attention <3.

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One ordinary morning, Cedrick was in his room sleeping, until.

"BIIIIP! BIIIIP!"

Alarm ringing

Cedrick: mmmhhh .. I don't want to go to school! >: T * trying to go back to sleep, but he realizes something * Ah yes today is my birthday! :D

he goes to his father's room, and begins to shake him around.

Cedrick: Dad! Dad! Wake up! you know what day it is!

Stratos: Cedrick! What are you doing up so early! ah right today is my child's birthday! * he said with a smile as he hugged him *

Cedrick: my cousins are coming! my aunt! and pac and company? :o

Stratos: of course they would not miss this celebration, but now go have breakfast, and get ready! that today we have many duties!

Cedrick: oh yeah right! but I don't want to go to school today! :c

stratos: but you won't have a party if you don't go! uwu

cedrick: ok :(

After 30 minutes of getting ready and having breakfast, Cedrick is picked up by the school bus from his school, when he arrived at the classroom he was received by his classmates and his teacher Mr. Daniels, that strange man with dark blue skin, gray hair and flat, white eyes always looked at him and his companions with great fear.

Mr. daniels: good morning children! good morning Kids..

he said with his nod and his voice quite low.

Cedrick: why did this man touch us !? * asked himself as he evaded him and settled on his desk *

The teacher started his class, everyone paid attention, many hours passed, everyone began to withdraw from school, outside the elementary school was his cousin, Bradley was waiting for him right there, Cedrick ran and hugged him.

Cedrick: BRADLEY! :D

Bradley: How have you been Small! I see you excited for your party today! * stroking his hair *

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When he arrived at the round house he was well received by the guards, they were, pacman, spiral and cylindra helping to decorate the garden for the birthday party, Stratos was giving them directions.

Stratos: if you eat everything! You will not have pacman cake! * he said with a fixed look at the yellow boy *

Pac: I get it .. * he said with a nervous smile * (control yourself! Control yourself! D ":)

cyli: ​​look, the birthday boy is here! :D

cedrick: cyli, Spiral, Pacman :D

Spiral: what happened little friend! You are getting bigger and bigger! >:D

stratos: until you show up! I've been calling you all morning and you didn't answer me! >: v * scolding Bradley *

Bradley: Do you need money for his gift?

Stratos - From here I smell sweat and other fluids! Go take a bath right now! D:<* I point to him *

Bradley: ok -_-

Cedrick: Will my uncle and my cousin dad be around? * asked kindly *

Stratos: * looks at cedrick * probably! But pac will be here in the event of a disaster!

Cedrick: ok ...

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in the underworld betrayus watching from his slimy camera how they prepare everything for his nephew cedrick's birthday.

Betrayus: demon they don't invite me like always * pouting *

Mitzy: Yes xP

Buttler: but good on the good side his nephew is going to have a wonderful birthday party .. * said motivating *

Betrayus: I know, but that damn lemon ball is among them! and we always end up losing!

Buttler: And are you going to send his little nephew a gift?

Betrayus: knowing my stupid brother, he wouldn't allow me to get near my nephew!

mitzy: but you have to give him a gift :3

Betrayus: but what would it be !? * said thinking *

Mitzy: oh I already have an excellent idea! :D * he said with the light on *

Betrayus: seriously which one? :D

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Jack: COUSIN! <3 *I greet your little cousin*

Cedrick: hello cousin jack! :3 * hugs her little cousin *

Ellie: Cousin look how big you are !? :)

CEdrick: yes cousin Ellie ^ //// ^

Arimette / Molasses: aaawww look at these just as pretty as the last time I saw you! ^^ * said her aunt while she pinched his cheek *

Ellie: I hope it's too late! because we brought you many gifts! :3

Cedrick: Yes! and what did they bring me from pac-tokyo? ...

Jack: We brought you some ...

Stratos: Sister how long! * welcoming her with open arms *

Arimette/molasses: Brother how have you been! I already know what betrayus did! I never thought that he ...

Stratos: I didn't expect him to do such a thing with your daughter either! but now i keep him away from jack and cedrick! unu;

Rotunda: son, won't you greet your mother! <3

Mrs. Spheros said entering the scene, she hugs her son as well as Arimette/molasses.

Bradley: Hi Grandma: -_-

rotunda: hello ... ¬_¬ ...

Since the whole family was gathered they sat at the large table, where the cake was, Mr. Sir.c was in charge of preparing the hamburgers and sausages with the help of his fellow Grinder, at the same time spheria appeared among all the guests.

Spheria: hello everyone! * greets with a gift for cedrick in his hands *

Sir.C: there is my sweet and beautiful spheria that brings you here! <3

Spheria: very good, I have a present for the little stratos! : D

Sir.C: I notice your voice somewhat tense, something happened !?

Spheria: * is going to leave the gift on the gift table * visit my old friend Arena! it's worse than ever! They have to sedate her constantly! she always spends her time tied up in bed and doesn't stop screaming! unu;

Sir.c: poor woman! the war if that upset it!

spheria: yes .. but now we have to have fun, after all it's cedrick's birthday ..

Among the guests was Bradley's dog, "Quartzy" with a basket full of cookies as a gift to Cedrick.

Continue...

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