#Charlie Chip Thorn

[skylandart]

Sometimes your vampire bestie can create magical tornadoes and you just have to deal with it~

[skyland2703]

Vida and Chip headcanon that back in highschool she used to graffiti lyrics of popular songs on walls and he always carried around a bucket of water + a sponge + detergent/whatever you use to clean walls because he didn’t want her to get into trouble.

Bonus: he was always wearing his superhero costumes while doing that, and it earned him the nickname “Super Cleaner Man”

[daniwritessometimes]

I am determined to finish a story this year and work toward publishing!!

Anyway, here's the prologue:

Athena Osborne-Jones sat in the middle of the room as everyone milled about. Her black clothes and maternity corset hid her growing belly. No one was told officially yet other than her twin Alec and her dear friend Charles Seymore-Windham. Charlie.

She looked across the room where Charlie and Alec stood together chatting with one of Martin's brothers. He was the defacto heir until the baby was born. If it was a boy, that is. If she had a girl, the land and all titles went to Michael. She would still get a house in London, as would the child, boy or girl.

Charlie squinted around the room. He was mostly blind, but he could see enough to spot where he and Alec had left her. He touched Alec's arm and said something to him before slowly making his way toward where she sat.

"Do you need anything?" Charlie asked softly.

She shook her head.

"It's a little dark in this corner, Thee, I can't see getsures well."

"I don't need anything, Charlie." She took hold of his sleeve. "Just sit here a moment, please."

He took the chair she guided him toward and leaned closer. "Your brother-in-law is already talking about what he wants to change."

Athena sighed. "Of course he is. He never liked how I decorated the house. Nor that Martin allowed me to do so in the first place."

"I don't like him."

She snorted a soft laugh and then started sobbing again. "This is the worst thing that could have ever happened."

He reached out a hand to pat her arm, but missed and his hand touched her stomach.

She let out a soft sound and he pulled his hand away quickly. "Apologies, my lady," Charlie said softly.

"Don't do that," Athena scolded. She wiped at her eyes. "I need to be alone." She got up and walked quickly out of the room.

--

Charlie listened as her feet hurried out of the room and up the stairs. No doubt to her room. Would everyone still be here much longer? The immediate family had been here for the last several days and planned to stay for another week as Athena settled in. Alec promised to stay as long as Athena needed. He had brought with him all the legal documents they needed to go over.

He stood and found his way out the back door and into the garden. He slowly walked around the path that led to the little rose garden in the middle. The bench was warm from the summer day. Charlie closed his eyes and lifted his face toward the sun.

Alec found him a short time later. "What did you say to her?"

"I accidentally touched her stomach. But I don't think that's what sent her off."

Alec sighed and sat down beside Charlie. "What bullshit, eh?"

Charlie looked toward him. "How long do you think you'll stay?"

"Through the end of her confinement at least." Alec swiped up Charlie's cane. "Will you stay, too?"

"I don't think Matthews and Andrews will allow both of us to be gone for the next several months."

Alec took the cane and ballanced it on his finger. "I'm not going to be here the whole time. I'll return for all the trials and for meetings. It's just an hour into London from here. But I won't leave her completely alone."

Charlie stood and tried to swipe the cane out of his hand. He missed and stumbled into the rosebush, slicing up his face on the thorns.

"Fuck!" Alec exclaimed, pulling him up out of the plant. "I'm sorry, Chip. Let's go get you cleaned up."

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"What in the world were you doing?" Athena asked sharply as she cleaned out the cuts on Charlie's face.

"Alec stole my cane," Charlie said.

"I was bored," Alec protested.

"Right into my rosebushes." Athena finished. "At least it was enough to send the extras home when you came in bleeding all over my carpet."

"I didn't bleed that much," Charlie pointed out.

"There's a fair number of scratches, though." This came from his father Horace as he walked back into the drawing room followed by Audrey, Sarah, and Wulfric.

"I figured." Charlie looked to Athena. "Are you done yet?"

"Yes, I am, you baby." She picked up her things and headed out of the room.

"Talking of babies..." Sarah trailed off.

Athena nodded. "Yes. In about four months."

She walked out of the room to deposit the bloody cloths and her bag of medical supplies in the hall. She turned to find her mother and aunt standing there waiting for her. She motioned for them to follow and she turned to Martin's study.

Sarah wrapped her arms around her daughter and held her close.

Folded into her mother's arms, Athena started sobbing again. How could she still be crying? How could there still be tears? She's been doing so for over a week.

When she finally pulled away, Audrey handed her a cup of tea. "You are entering a very important club."

"But I don't want to be. Not without him. Life isn't fair. And I can't help but think..." She trailed off.

"About Charlie," Audrey finished for her.

Athena sipped her tea. "Is this punishment, do you think?"

Sarah squeezed her hand. "Audrey and I advised you toward this. If it is wrong, it's our fault. But we all worked out that Martin was the better choice at the time."

"And I broke Charlie's heart. I would never have broken Martin's." She put her tea cup down and walked toward the desk. She trailed her fingers over the papers left exactly how Martin had left them. "What would have happened if I had rejected Martin's offer?"

"He would have died alone. He would have had to give everything to his brother sooner. Just pray the baby is a boy and that Michael doesn't take everything from under you before then."

[promiscuouspomegranate]

The Fish Cries Too

Reader x Ezra

TWs: Reader suffers from severe depression, bullying, suicide attempt, vomiting, mutual obsession(ish), forced kissing, kidnapping (?), and angst. THIS IS DARK !!!

(… democracy asked for a new male character and damn.. he’s definitely a character!! This got a little rushed toward the end and I’m sorry 💔)

I dipped my red Converse in the murky, muddy pond as my hollow eyes examined the playful, pink petals of the waterlilies. Baggy black denim jeans stuck to my skin as I sloshed through cattails and schools of brown-gold carp. The water rose to my midriff, and melancholic moonlight guided me to a floating cardboard box. Trembling hands seized the package and carried it above the water. I vaguely remember setting it down on the grass before my body failed me–slipping to a dreamless slumber in the woods.

.

The song of the mourning dove and the sunlight poking above the treetops caused my eyes to open. I weakly reached my hand out to the cardboard box and softly smiled. What mattered was that Dad’s present was safe; I didn’t care about anything else. I rubbed my head and stirred to my feet–a migraine formed, and I felt sick.

I ambled across uneven ground covered in flat rocks, smashed cans of beer, and dogwood branches. I stepped across the small creek and tripped up the dirt mound. Thorns stabbed my skin, and I bit the inside of my cheek. I jerked away and muttered curses, grabbing the cardboard box. I saw the outline of my home enlarging until I was at the broken wooden fence.

I balanced the box above my head and was careful not to step on rusted nails. My head throbbed as I opened the sliding glass door, waking up my little brother–who insisted on sleeping on the couch in the basement. His curly hair shot up from his train pillowcase, and his wide eyes locked with mine.

“Did it happen again,” His gentle voice yawned and then questioned, “Why do they–”

“It’s a silly prank. It’s what friends do to each other,” I smiled as he approached me, holding his fuzzy teddy bear, “They’re only joking, don’t worry.”

“Charlie doesn’t play with me like that,” He hugged my leg, “Why are they meanies?”

“You’ll laugh at it when you’re older,” I patted his head, “When you’re my age, everyone is mean.”

I guided him back to the red couch and tucked him back in. I waited for him to fall asleep before I went upstairs. I set the damp box on the kitchen counter and taped Dad’s birthday card. He wanted a new fishing rod for his birthday to take on his boat; I found a used one and refurbished it.

I muttered as I wandered down the hallway and opened my bedroom door. I saw my chipped phone screen glowing and hesitated to grab it. I felt something hot burn my throat and scrolled through seemingly endless notifications from the latest hate group chat. Highlights consisted of Ezra calling me ‘Fisheyes’–a nickname that used to be endearing–and videos of my friend Lenore protecting my battered, unconscious body from getting injured any further.

I replayed the video a few times, carefully examining the change in Ezra’s behavior when the fight was broken up. If I hadn’t known him, I would’ve assumed he was a bystander. How fortunate I was that nobody knew Ezra the way Lenore and I did.

I blocked the numbers and turned off my phone. I rested my head on a pillow and stared at the upholstered headboard. I traced my hands along the design and thought about the pond. Memories of playing with Ezra in the water and grabbing fish flooded my mind. I was far too weak to suppress the memories of childhood friendship, and the ringing in my ear reminded me of the Sunday church bell.

“We used to draw together in first grade; in second grade, we played house,” I muttered and felt tears trickle down my cheek, “Now, you wish I were dead.”

A thousand thoughts of suicide entered my mind, but only one remained. I thought it would be rather poetic to drown myself in the pond I spent most of my life around. Perhaps, if there was an afterlife, I could watch Ezra’s smug face crumble into a hallowing emptiness. I almost felt the water filling my lungs as my face paled and something rose from my throat. I stumbled to the trash can in my room, and stomach acid spilled from my chapped lips.

“Sorry,” I breathlessly mumbled to whatever divine being was watching, “I won’t think like that anymore.”

I wiped my face with crumpled tissues and pulled my hair back. The nausea finally cleared, and I felt slightly relieved. Footsteps approached my door, and I gently smiled when I saw my dad’s face. Thoughts of sorrow melted from my mind when I saw a toothy grin.

“Shucks, kid. You did well this year,” He heartily laughed and wandered inside my room, “Say, Mr. Borrego and his son, you might’ve heard of him, Ezra.”

He paused for comedic effect and expected me to laugh. I managed to fake amusement.

“Anyway, we were all going out on the boat, just us lads. But, I think it’d be best to bring my favorite kid with me on my birthday trip,” He patted my shoulder and grinned, “You have the honor of receiving my old rod.”

“I can’t fish, though,” I felt nauseous again and resisted the urge to cry, “I shouldn’t go.”

“Ezra can show you how, fisheyes,” He winked, “Besides, I’ve heard from Mr. Borrego a certain someone can’t stop speaking about you.”

“How lovely,” I weakly muttered.

.

Dad was wasted, and Mr. Borrego was rambling to him about how, in his glory days, he caught thirteen catfish from a single river to impress his buddies.

“I could catch a catfish anytime today, y’know what I mean,” My dad howled with laughter, and Mr. Borrego copied, “Y / N ‘s mother was the only fish for me. What lovely scales she had.”

“Her hands weren’t that callused,” is what I wanted to say, but I knew better than to argue with my dad.

“How I’d love to say something about my wife, but I know Ezra would immediately proclaim it to his mother. Such a mama’s boy, it took him ages to stop cozying up between us in bed when he had a nightmare,” Mr. Borrego took a sip of his beer then pointed at Ezra, “Didn’t you always say it was clowns?”

“Can you cut it out,” Ezra sighed, and his hand tightened on his fishing rod.

“Don’t want to embarrass your son in front of my kid now, Joaquin,” My dad’s eyes locked with Ezra’s, “Lord knows he’ll throw a fit the way he used to all those years ago.”

Silence permeated the salty ocean air, and the gray-blue waves rocked the boat. The soft song of the water made me yawn as my dad looked at me and then over to Ezra.

“I’ll drop you two off at the shore,” He hummed and slowly stood up, “You kids don’t need to listen to us drunk adults ramble anymore.”

“Thank God, I can finally fucking leave this shitbox,” Ezra muttered loud enough for me to hear, “Fucking hate it here.”

I felt frightened and approached my father, who was steadily cruising the old boat towards the docks.

“I want to stay here,” I tugged his blue flannel and whispered, “I don’t want to be alone with Ezra. Dad, I've wanted to tell you for a while–”

“Relax, I know you two kids have the hots for each other,” He stupidly grinned at me, “I know you’re nervous to make a move because I know you. Trust me, Ezra’s dad can’t keep a single secret about his son. The boy is a little more than head over heels.”

Protesting seemed pointless; who was I to ruin my dad’s birthday with silly complaints about fears? Besides, Ezra never laid a hand on me personally; it was always his friends. ‘It was fine,’ the words echoed in my head as the motor’s noise softened. ‘It was fine,’ formed in my throat as my sandals nearly fell off my feet when I stepped on the jagged, algae-covered rocks.

“Don’t get into too much trouble, kids,” Mr. Borrego called out as the motor loudly started.

“We’ll be fine,” my eyes and mouth said.

When the boat was far enough, I looked at Ezra.

“I’ll leave,” The words quickly fell off my tongue, and I attempted to ease the tension, “Just tell them I wasn’t feeling good.”

“No thanks, fisheyes,” Ezra smiled and stepped closer, “You scared or something?”

I was at the edge of the rocks and could feel Ezra's amusement. Yet, it didn’t matter anymore. The waves reflected the pale moonlight, and I saw my face shatter and reform in them.

“You think I’d actually hurt you or something? It’s my birthday gift to your fatass dad,” He laughed and tilted his head, “Oh, forgot you’ve always been obsessed with your dad. Don’t yell at me, please.”

The water called to me like a siren, and I felt an overwhelming urge to

Dive.

The frigid ocean water shocked my body as I opened my eyes. They stung with salt, and I felt hysteria overwhelm common sense. I jammed my foot inside the rocks and felt a delightful pain overcome my ankle. I crammed it further until it was stuck and felt relief sweep over my body. The ocean was no pond, but it was death–how could I complain about my wish?

A year, hour, minute, or second passed–it didn’t matter. I felt my lungs override my hysteric state and could hear Ezra’s hoarse shouting from the surface.

‘Fisheyes,’ I thought, ‘I bet his eyes are wider than mine. I loved Ezra’s eyes; they were always prettier than mine. Emerald green with thick, dark eyelashes. They sparkled when they looked at me.’

.

Warm and cold, then warm once more–the cycle of the ocean and my relationship with Ezra. I thought it’d finally freeze over; I thought he wanted me to die.

“Liar,” I threw up water and seafood dinner. My voice croaked out another, “Liar.”

An overwhelming sensation of pain that was too profound to protest any treatment consumed my nerves.

“You’re fucking insane,” Ezra smacked me across the face and clenched my soaked t-shirt, “You’re actually fucking insane.”

“Part of me hoped you’d save me,” I felt my eyes close and smiled, “I mainly wished you let me die.”

“I wish you fucking died. You’re ruining my life,” He muttered and let go of my shirt, “I hate you.”

“Why, Ezra?”

“Because you’re always on my mind, fucking fisheyes. I can’t focus on anything but you; it ruins my day to see you happy when you don’t even know the lengths I go to.”

“You’re lying. I fucking hate it when you lie.”

A chill crept down my spine when he cupped my face. His emerald eyes were wider than my own when our lips pressed. He crammed his tongue into my mouth, and I felt like vomiting again.

“Lenore always got in the way whenever I got you weak enough to do this,” He wiped his mouth, “Fucking bitch, why are you two still friends?”

“Lenore doesn’t get her friends to beat the shit out of me and doesn’t have fantasies of molesting me.”

“I bet I was your first kiss.”

Stomach acid crept into my throat, and I started to sob.

“Calling my dad and telling him you got tired. I’m taking you back to my place,” Ezra left my cold body on the rocks and cocked his head, “You look like shit.”

“I tried to kill myself,” I laughed and felt hysterical, “You want me to go back with you after this? I’ll throw myself back in the water.”

“Gives me another opportunity to tongue you,” Ezra smirked and grabbed my neck as he called his dad.

“They’re fatigued, Dad,” He stared at me, “I’m taking them back to our place; it’s closer. Besides, Mom loves to see Y / N. No, I– Shut up. I’m leaving now, bye.”

“I fucking hate you, Ezra,” My lip quivered, and I felt frigid.

“Cry it out,” He picked me up and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

[shadowscommand]

okay. okay? nikto esp doesnt get spicy food super mega often so its always a treat and hed have the least highest tolerance of the others but he does have A High Tolerance. all 6 of the top tier are really like competitive and flex their tolerance. second row likes spice but mainly in the form of hot sauce. they Have a favorite hot sauce. griggs is the only one here who can actually cook so yknow he likes some. fancy lil hot sauce. a beautiful blend. while velikan and syd and lerch are like Franks Red Hot Yea! otter is like Tabasco Yea! theyre also not super competitive its like whatever they just enjoy spicy food. hot chip roze of course. look at her. classic. zane i think would fuck up flaming hot cheetohs hes like This is the only good thing america has ever done. domino agrees. bale probably gets to try them the least but esp going to thailand w mino to visit hes getting those rare flavors and hes enjoying them thoroughly. probably the least tolerance out of the others but he can Handle it. wyatt specifically likes spicy popcorn. alice has the highest tolerance and shes not like flexing it at all shes just eating hot chip every day. mace, golem, iskra, kreuger, mino (when he makes southeast asian meals), and azur tend to make spicier meals. mace esp just likes jalapeños (MUCH to ghosts dismay. he cant EAT that shit). golem makes spicy chili. kreuger stole his recipe (and im stealing this from cero :)c). price, talon, and farah are like. the Least into hot foods but still really able to handle it. farah esp just likes a strong cinnamon flavor like big red, not exactly a huge chili pepper lover. nikolai likes spice the most but he ALSO has the absolute worst tolerance. he cant finish a small pack of spicy ramen noodles without his stomach hurting. HURTING. sparks is pretty similar but he can mask it easier. alex has the highest tolerance and he really likes hot chips. gaz likes hot sauce but Not A Lot or it will upset his Tummy. and make his nose run. charly is the same but she does not care she will douse that shit when she wants. morte is the MOST cautious. soap will always take one bite and go "oh thats good" then the heat hits him and hes like "I'm good. Thank you." milsims. well that is a mixed bag honestly. rodion tries his fucking HARDEST to be nice with mino makes spicy food but he cant do it. he cant handle the spice. he doesnt like it. yegor Does not fucking get it why is his FOOD. HURTING him. ghost is pretty similar he thinks its stupid. he does not like that mace will get jalapeños in their fucking queso at every mexican restaurant. thorne will politely decline anything spicy. this is getting long so i will put franks under a readmore !

Prep Time: 15 mins. Cook Time: 8 hrs 10 mins. Total Time: 8 hrs 25 mins. Servings: All for me none of your business. Ingredients:

1 tablespoon olive oil

1 pound frank meat

salt and pepper to taste

2 cloves garlic, minced

1 teaspoon chopped fresh ginger

1 fresh jalapeno peppers, diced

1 tablespoon curry powder

1 (14.5 ounce) can diced tomatoes with juice

1 onion, sliced and quartered

1 cup frank broth

Directions: Heat the olive oil in a skillet over medium heat, and brown the frankmeat on all sides. Remove from skillet, reserving juices, and season with salt and pepper. Cook and stir the garlic, ginger, and jalapeno in the skillet for 2 minutes, until tender, and season with curry powder. Mix in the diced tomatoes and juice. Place the onion in the bottom of a slow cooker, and layer with the browned frankmeat. Scoop the skillet mixture into the slow cooker, and mix in the frank broth. Cover, and cook 6 to 8 hours on Low. Enjoy :)

[piperbites]

Piper Renderos

She/Her

318 years old

Vampire

Evil

So What Happened?

Well folks, it happened!!

Edward’s grand, evil, plan was finally set into motion and now Piper is gleefully dancing around while the world burns. She remains an absolute terror and while Domesdale has certain rules in place (loosely speaking), Piper has merrily tortured many a victim.

Naturally, she resides in the former Montgomery Manor now Bad GuyTM HQ with her beloved Eddie and her clan members. This is the start of a whole new bright and shiny world! She can see it all so clearly, you know?

In between loving life, she’s more than likely turned a few select broken birds to join her lil vampire family-- much like Stephanie Thorne, some won’t take to it right away but Piper has nothing but time.

The #Resistance are hardly a thought for her however they have managed to keep the resurrection of Analese Huang quiet. If Piper knew, she’d tear her heart out to make sure this time.

Feeling melancholy over Charlie Emerson and his Institute chip that turned him against her. Killing Karen McReid did make her feel slightly better though...

Anyway! They’re going to just keep winning and winning! Dancing around in a bloody storm and live forever and ever. What’s not to love, right?

Wanted Connections

Piper turned you into a vampire and now you’re a part of her clan. Or, you will be eventually, she’s sure... Once you get over your #issues with being murdered and brought back.

Fellow Bad GuysTM at HQ - we love a roommate plot lol! For better or worse.

Terrible twosome - these two are just the literal worst together and everyone should run for their life when they see them.

[amberbeach]

'NIGHT TERRORS'

gif belongs to me

His duty as the Yellow Mystic Ranger had taken a long time to fully process. Chip was an easy-going guy and the thought of him fighting monsters in a land that he travelled to through a tree across the street from his job at the Rock Porium was something you had laughed off when he told you but when you noticed how serious he was, you began to think back on the past few weeks. He did seem to have a lot of 'emergencies' recently.

Now that you understood where he was really going every time he and his friends ran off, your worry grew as time passed and you gained a better understanding of what threat Chip and the Rangers were up against. There weren't many nights when your father would allow Chip to stay over, while your mother was more open to the idea - one of the many things they disagreed upon since the divorce.

The nightmares started a week after Chip told you that he was the Yellow Mystic Ranger. You never showed how worried you were when his communicator beeped and he was called to action. Although you did hold him a little tighter and always told him you loved him before he left.

You never wanted him to worry about you. You didn't want to be the reason he was distracted, the thought of him getting injured in battle, or worse, never coming home, plagued you throughout the day, but at night while you slept your worst nightmares came true.

And you hoped Chip never knew just how afraid you were that one day, he would leave to fight against The Master, and never return. But that night, he was awoken due to the way you tossed and turned in your sleep, and as he turned around to look at you he began to wake up and could hear the words you were muttering.

"Don't hurt him. Please don't hurt him. Charlie!"

His eyebrows rose as he comprehended that you were having a nightmare. He reached over to shake you gently, calling your name softly. "Hey, Y/N, it's just a dream."

You gasped as you woke up, your eyes shooting open and you looked around, your eyes meeting his concerned ones and you knew that there was no denying it.

Chip was quiet for a moment before he finally asked, "How long have you been having nightmares about me?" When you looked away and didn't respond, he pressed. "Talk to me."

"It's nothing."

Charlie sat up, and you sat beside him, crossing your legs as you gnawed on your lower lip as you tried to think of a way to ease his concerns.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to worry you. I know how much being a Ranger means to you and I didn't want to be the reason you got hurt." Charlie met your gaze, his eyebrows furrowed. "I thought if you knew you would be distracted thinking about me and -" You glanced down at your hands, biting the inside of your cheek as tears pricked your eyes. "I couldn't bear it if you never came back."

"Hey," he covered your hands with his and you lifted your head to meet his gaze. "I'll always come back."

"You don't know that." Your voice cracked and your tears fell down your cheeks.

"Maybe not. But you know what I do know?" He tucked a strand of hair that fell from your messy bun behind your ear and rested his hand on your cheek as he continued, "I know that I'd do anything if it meant seeing you again."

You held back the sob that threatened to escape your lips by biting your tongue, composing yourself enough to say, "I love you."

"I love you too." He smiled softly, leaning forward to kiss your forehead, letting his lips linger for a moment before pulling away.

You laid down and rested your hand on his chest, his arm around your shoulders as you got comfortable again. Charlie took your hand, lacing your fingers with his and you stared at your joined hands while he gazed down at you. For a few moments, it was silent as you closed your eyes, savouring the closeness while Charlie receded into his thoughts.

You were lost in your own thoughts, wondering what he was thinking when he finally broke the silence.

"You know, I'm always distracted by you."

You tilted your head up to meet his gaze and he wiggled his eyebrows, eliciting laughter from you that you tried to muffle as not to wake your father by burying your head in his chest that vibrated with his own laughter.

Charlie wrapped his arms around you, kissing your hair as you cuddled into him. "I love you."

You lifted your head to meet his gaze, sending him a smile that he returned. "I love you too." You placed a hand on his cheek, kissing him tenderly.

When you pulled away you rested your head on his chest, tucked beneath his chin, draping your arm across his stomach, and although you fell asleep a short while later, Charlie did not miss the way you held a fistful of his shirt and knew that it would take a while for your nightmares to end and he regretted not seeing the signs before and that he was not able to there with you every night to console you through as he had done tonight.

And he couldn't wait for the day when you finally got a place of your own, where he could be there for you in the moments he couldn't before. To never have to say goodbye and always be greeted by you in the morning and fall asleep with you at night.

Chip knew that he and the team would defeat the Master. They had to. There were so many things that he had yet to do with you that he was determined to live through. And he hoped that once the Master was gone you would finally be granted peace and that your night terrors would end.

[sholangagaga]

Glamstar AU: Chapter 23

Waahhah! Here we are, the END! well, actually, this chapter is the bad ending, so I guess its not technically what everyone is expecting, you know?

As I hopefully mentioned before, there are two separate endings to Glamstars. The bad ending isn't actually canon to my au, but i decided to throw it in there because before I had thought of making separate endings, this ending actually WAS on the drawing board for being canon! Funny how that works, huh?

As always, enjoy the chapter!

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Chapter 23: The (Bad) End

SAVE THEM?

YES   «NO»

“We have to help her.” Michael decided, squaring his shoulders. It wasn’t right, leaving her behind. It shouldn’t have taken him that long to realize that.

“I grow tired of this. When will you all learn that I am the one who is in control?” Burntrap slashed at The Blob’s face with his claws, causing the creature to howl in pain and partially retreat backwards. He grabbed Momo by her shoulders, digging into the flesh and drawing her blood.

“Let go of me,” she recoiled, holding her left hand as far away from him as possible.

“You think I didn’t notice what you did? Why risk your life for that chip?”

“Bonnie deserves a second chance. Unlike you.” Momo spat, eliciting a chuckle from him.

“Charlie, you’ve given me all the second chances I needed. You removed that meddlesome rabbit from me. That uppity bastard has been a thorn in my side from the very beginning. I’ve no need for him, and I will not miss him. I am free now. Thanks to you.”

Her eyes widened at that. Bonnie was the one keeping William in check? Then what happens now that they’re separated? 

“Charlie!”

Momo turned, seeing Michael and the children gesturing to her from the edge. Coming to rescue her? Burntrap was here, and The Blob was slowly recovering. Either way, it was still too dangerous to get too close.

She chewed on her lip, internally debating with herself. 

“Momo! Come here while that big synthetic is distracted!” Gregory attempted to get closer but the ground beneath him began to crumble. Michael quickly grabbed him to keep him from falling into the pit, mumbling something about “being careful” under his breath.

Momo sobered at the sight, her mouth shut in a tight line. Her eyes met Michael’s, and he knew that she had made a decision as well.

“Kids, let’s go.” He leant down and scooped them up. 

“What?”

“But what about Momo?!”

The children fought against him, but were no match for his grip. Crying out and screaming, trying to reach out to her, but Michael was already running for the exit.

HRMN.1 watched them go, mouthing an apology. Judging by how the crying grew stronger, she was content they understood.

“Placing yourself as some martyr now, Charlie?” came the voice across from her. She’d almost forgotten he was there. 

“Maybe so. I couldn’t live with myself knowing that you escaped again. This time, for sure, you’re not getting away. The Blob was right.” Momo inserted the mother chip into the back of her own neck. “We’re going to make sure you don’t come crawling back.”

“Admirable, but a fruitless endeavor. I’ve been to hell and back once before. I’ve no problem doing it again―” his voice was cut off as hands wrapped around his throat. If he were still human, that gesture alone would have probably crushed his windpipe. Burntrap met Momo’s eyes, and saw they weren’t green anymore. 

They were yellow.

“How I’ve longed for this.” a strange voice spilled from her mouth, foreign even to Momo. Foreign, and yet she knew it so well. Her grip tightened around the other’s throat.

“Ah, so you were still alive in there. It’s been a long time since we’ve spoken face to face like this. How have you been, Bonnie?”

“You know very well how I’ve been,” “Momo” replied, fangs bared. “You monster. You utter monster!”

Burntrap laughed, his neck straining from the pressure.

“If I am a monster, then what are you? You, who served as my vessel all these years! If there’s blood on my hands, then they’re on yours as well. You’re a monster just like me, Bonnie. Where I was flesh and blood, you were bolts and wires.”

Bonnie snarled, but knew he couldn’t argue with that. This was a burden he’d been carrying ever since that first day. 

A guilt that technically wasn’t his own, but he harbored it all the same.

–

“Bonnie,”

The man didn’t look up from his planner, twirling a pen between his fingers. He had long golden hair and rabbit appendages. He hummed a response, barely casting his eyes over.

The one speaking was a tall man with tan skin and similar golden hair. Atop his head were a set of bear ears. He seemed to be debating something, his brow furrowed with concern.

“These supply reports just don’t add up. I can’t wrap my head around them.”

The rabbit stifled a laugh, holding the pen correctly and tapping it against the page. “Fred, are you making sure that you’re carrying the zeroes correctly?”

There was a hint of silence, before the bear exclaimed with an “Oh!” Bonnie stifled another laugh, turning now to look over at the other.

“You’re always so smart, Bon. Whatever would I do without you?” Fredbear said, his expression glossed over as if he were saved by divine intervention. 

“Well for one, all of our orders would be wrong.”

Fredbear gave Bonnie a pitiful look, his ears flat and his expression pouty. It only served to make the rabbit laugh out loud.

–

Something awful happened today.

Bonnie stood on the main stage, looking out as humans bustled around. There were staff members, but also police officers. They hurried about like busy bees, and everyone’s expressions were somber.

Something truly awful happened today.

Bonnie’s eyes slowly followed the excitement, but otherwise he couldn’t move. It was like his entire body was frozen, but he was still aware. His eyes moved to the side, catching a glimpse of Fredbear. But even with that slight glance, Bonnie could tell there was nothing there. He’d heard Fredbear was decommissioned as a synthetic. His mother chip was removed and repurposed. But why didn’t the same happen for him? Did they not need Bonnie anymore?

Bonnie tried to will himself to move, but he barely twitched.

“Stop moving your eyes.” 

Bonnie looked forward, coming face to face with one of the owners, William Afton. He never actually had a conversation with this man, but he knew that William often wore him when he was in spring lock mode. 

“Stop moving your eyes,” William repeated, as if scolding a child. “You shouldn’t even be awake. If Henry sees you moving, he’ll know you still have your mother chip.”

What? Was Bonnie not supposed to have his mother chip? 

“Be a good little shell and go to sleep.” 

The rabbit obediently put himself into sleep mode. He didn’t know why at the time, but something about the look in William’s eyes made his skin crawl.

–

The next time Bonnie awoke, he noticed he was in the Parts and Service room. He still couldn’t move, but he could look around without worrying about people seeing.

“Can you believe what happened?” 

Bonnie looked up at the man currently testing his servos and spring locks. The synthetic wondered if maybe the human knew he was awake, but the man was simply looking down at his work. Was he talking to himself?

“This place is crazy, Mr. Rabbit.”

If Bonnie could scowl, he would have. I have a name you know, the synthetic chided internally.

“Since the owner’s daughter got murdered, things have been really tense. That new location is closed while they investigate.”

What? The owner’s daughter was murdered? 

Bonnie racked his brain trying to think. Daughter. . .Henry’s daughter, Charlie? She’d been murdered?!

“If you ask me, Mr. Rabbit,” the man mused, sifting through a toolbox. “I think Mr. Afton had something to do with it. Witnesses said they saw a Golden bunny with the girl right before her body was found. Ya know who’s always taking the role of the golden bunny? Mr. Afton, that’s who!”

While Bonnie couldn’t understand why this staff member was talking to himself like this, it was his words that Bonnie actually focused on. They slowly began to sink in the more information he received. Charlie’s murder, a golden rabbit being at the scene, and William. Bonnie easily connected the dots, and his eyes burned with silent fury.

“What are you doing here?”

The technician whipped around, blocking Bonnie’s limited view. But he didn’t need to see the man to know who the voice belonged to.

“Mr. Afton!” he sputtered, gesturing to the synthetic. “I was just making sure Mr. Rabbit was ready for when we open tomorrow.”

William tilted his head, catching a glimpse of Bonnie’s face. And judging by his reaction, he recognized the look in the rabbit’s eyes.

“I’ll handle it from here, go make sure the bear is operational.” William waved off the technician, waiting until he was fully gone to turn to the synthetic. He disengaged the locks that were preventing Bonnie from speaking. “Your eyes look a bit dangerous, Bonnie. Keep that up and people will think you’re a murderer.”

“What did you do?” The rabbit seethed, his own voice sounding distant and strange to his ears. 

“Who’s to say?” William muttered dismissively, picking up the tools that the technician left behind. “We’re all guilty of something.”

“I’ll report you. To the police. To Henry.”

William laughed, tapping a screwdriver against his palm. “So predictable. And yet so stupid. Henry doesn’t even know you still retain a mother chip. But I think a gag order should eliminate any potential what-ifs.”

“I’ll never let you get away with this.” Bonnie said, watching helplessly as William loomed over him. “You hear me? I’ll find a way to bring your crimes to light.”

The last thing Bonnie heard as his vision faded to black was the sound of William’s mocking laughter.

–

When Bonnie awoke again, it had been by accident. 

He knew as much because he could see his body being worked on. Staff members were locking the springs in place, preparing for the synthetic to be used as a costume. Synthetics were never supposed to be awake for this process. It could cause a spring lock failure if the synthetic tried to move.

“Alright Mr. Afton, the suit is ready for you.” a staff member said, stepping back.

Bonnie pretended to still be asleep, but it seemed like William wasn’t even paying any mind to him. He must not have expected him to be awake.

He watched as the staff helped William into the spring suit. Had no one realized he was the murderer? Or was it all swept under the rug because he’s the owner? 

Bonnie felt the rage well up in him again. Charlie was just a little girl. Where was her justice? Why does he get to run free??

They were sealing up the suit now. In a few minutes, William will be out on the show stage and out of Bonnie’s sight. 

I warned you, didn’t I?

William gave a dismissive glance. He was used to this procedure, putting the suit on, taking the suit off. It was a tired routine that was burned into his mind. Today felt different. It seemed like there were eyes on him, staring him down. Mocking him with how much they knew. 

I’ll never let you get away with this.

“The locks are malfunctioning!”

“What? How?!”

Hooks and wires began to rip into William’s body in waves. First in the arms and legs, and then in the torso and neck. It was gradual, but sudden at the same time. He didn’t have time to process the pain, but he could feel his body being punctured and blood seeping into every crevice of the suit.

“Get him out of there!” “Stay with us, Mr. Afton. Someone call 911!”

William slumped forward, losing consciousness fast as the blood loss, shock, and pain swept over him. From across the way, he saw Bonnie’s head looking down at him. 

“He’s awake,” Afton mumbled as his vision blurred. “He did this.”

His ramblings went unnoticed. Just the words of a man bleeding out and on the verge of death. William knew better, though. And he saw Bonnie’s face right before he passed out completely.

The rabbit was smiling.

–

“William Afton isn’t dead.”

Bonnie’s attempt to kill William ended in failure. He lived. That bastard managed to live!

If it had been after hours when no one else was there to help, everything would have been perfect. But he failed. And because he failed, William was around to ruin more lives.

“You’ve been asleep for a long time,” Freddy said, gently holding one of Bonnie’s hands. He was awake again, but just like all of the other times, only his eyes could move.

This wasn’t Fredbear. Bonnie could tell just from how they looked. But he could tell they were one and the same. It made him sad.

“He’s killed ten of us since you’ve been asleep.” Freddy’s brow furrowed, overcome with emotion. It surprised Bonnie. They were so lifelike now. “And the worst part; he’s here.”

Bonnie couldn’t emote, but Freddy could tell how he was feeling. 

“I feel. . .close to you. Like you understand me better than anyone else. Please, tell me what we should do. You’re the only one who can help us now.” 

Bonnie watched as Freddy cried. He cried real tears, hugging himself like a child would. This wasn’t just Freddy. There was something more. Someone else. Bonnie could sense it. The remnant of a soul.

“We’re so scared,” Freddy wept, and from behind him, glowing eyes were seen in the darkness. Red, purple, yellow. Bonnie, Chica, Foxy. They huddled around Freddy, crying those same, real tears. And Spring Bonnie saw the remnant of souls within them as well. “He’s gonna hurt us again.”

“I don’t wanna die. Not again.”

“It’s so cold.”

“I miss my parents.”

Spring Bonnie’s heart, or whatever he had in place of one, ached with each word. William hadn’t just robbed these children of their lives. He robbed them of their deaths as well.

Sadness turned to anger as slowly but surely, Spring Bonnie willed himself to move. To sit up and move his rusted limbs and joints.

“He won’t hurt you anymore.” Spring Bonnie’s voice was raspy, damaged from years of neglect. “I’ll protect you.”

The synthetics wiped their eyes, looking up with hopeful expressions on their faces. All except the other Bonnie, who’s red eyes burned with residual malice. A lingering will.

“I’ll kill him for sure.”

–

“Hah hah! You can’t approach me, can you?!”

The small white figures gathered in front of the door, staring forward with tear stained cheeks. Their eyes were hollow and vacant, but William could see the fear.

He had come here to dismantle the synthetics.

They were possessed, and William wanted to study the remnant that they had produced during that time frame. Luring and dismantling them was the easy part. What he didn’t expect was for the Remnant to transform into little ghost children who chased him around the building.

Everywhere he ran, there was another child waiting for him. He thought he’d never escape, until he remembered the Safe Room. And remembered what was in it. 

Spring Bonnie, his old reliable. 

It was comically easy how simple it was to slip back into the spring suit. Like everything was as it should be. The ghost children followed him, but recoiled in fear when they saw their murderer dressed as he was the day he snuffed out their little lives.

“What’s the matter?! I thought you wanted revenge!” William taunted, gesturing like a madman. “Just as stupid as the day I found you! Lured into a trap all over again!”

Everything fell into place like a perfect puzzle. The dismantling, the Safe Room, Bonnie being wound and ready. It was all so perfect.

Too perfect.

“Hehe.”

William looked down, a ghost child softly giggling. Her giggles were contagious, as all the other children began to laugh as well. 

“What?” The man gasped, stepping back. “What’s so funny?! What could you possibly have to laugh about?!”

“The fact that you think this trap was for them.”

The familiar sound of children’s laughter, spring locks failing and flesh being punctured rang out through the Safe Room. 

–

Save them.

Michael blinked, looking down at the monitor in his hands. He quickly pulled up the interface panel, but saw nothing. Ventilation and audio were fine. So what. . .?

Save them.

“I don’t know how.” Michael whispered to no one in particular. What did this spectre want from him? Save who?

Follow the clues.

Deliver the cake.

Save them.

Michael didn’t understand any of it. But he knew he had to try. 

For some reason, deep down, he knew he had to try.

–

“Why isn’t there a game for you?”

Michael sat in the office, speaking out loud to nothing and yet something all together. The distant echoes of a child saying “Hello!” and “Hi!” can be heard deeper in the facility.

“Answer me. Why isn’t there a game for you?”

I cannot leave him, Michael.

The voice said gently. It always spoke softly, as if it were whispering. As if it didn’t want something else to overhear.

“What happens to you then?”

Are the others safe?

Michael bit the inside of his lip. He hated when his questions were avoided. 

Are the others safe? The voice repeated, its tone becoming more urgent. 

“Yes,” the man finally admitted. “I finished the last game at 1am.”

Thank you, Michael. 

“Now it’s your turn to answer me. What is going to happen to you?”

The voice grew quiet. It always did this when it didn’t have the right words to say. When it was thinking of the gentlest way to break a heart.

At 6am, this establishment will burn to the ground. I will remain within it. He will remain within it. 

“That’s not fair!” Michael shouted despite himself. “You deserve to be free from this too! Tell me how to do it. Which game has the secret that frees you?”

None of them.

“Tell me the truth!”

Michael, breathe.

The man reset the ventilation, listening as fresh air was pumped back in through the vents. It did nothing to calm him. Michael hadn’t needed to breathe for a long time now.

None of the games can free me. They were not made to free me.

“But that isn’t fair.” Michael pitifully repeated. He wanted to cry, but his tear ducts had long since rotted away. “Why do you have to die?”

I cannot leave him, Michael. I’m the only thing keeping him in check. If I move on, then no one will be around to pacify him.

“So that’s it? You die? You get to run away from everything just like that?”

I’ve never asked needlessly of you, Michael. Please. Do this for me. Allow me this one selfish wish. 

Michael stood as the clock ticked on. 5:58AM. All of the systems were operating at maximum capacity. By 6AM everything will overload, and the faulty wiring will burn the building to the ground. Everything was going as planned. All Michael needed to do now was leave and watch as everything burned.

He paused at the doorway to the office, tapping his fingers against his arm.

“Are you sure there isn’t any way I can convince you to change your mind?”

I am afraid not.

Michael sighed, grabbing his jacket. “Goodbye, Bonnie.”

This isn’t goodbye, Michael. There will always be another Bonnie.

He stifled a laugh, wiping at his eyes despite nothing flowing from them. A force of habit. “Maybe so.

“But there’ll never be another Bonnie like you.”

–

“No.” Bonnie said, snapping himself back to the present. His grip tightened around Burntrap’s throat, and with one swift yank, he ripped the other synthetic’s head clean off his shoulders.

“Gyahk―”

“You and I are nothing alike. Where you spread horror and pain, I tried to do right. You enslaved those children. I freed them.” Bonnie held Burntrap’s face close, so close their noses touched. Their eyes met for the first real time in decades.

William felt the voice leave him. At first, he attributed it to the damage to his throat. But after looking into those eyes, those hauntingly beautiful eyes; burning with rage, hatred, and sorrow. It was not pain that muted him. It was fear.

“This is the end, William. But I am not without compassion. Even towards you, my soul mate, my father, my demon.” The sound of humming filled the air. William knew this sound well. Though it wasn’t his invention, it was his masterpiece; the illusion chip. 

The Blob dropped the two synthetics into the burning sinkhole, its rage directed elsewhere once it realized Burntrap’s body was dead.

Momo’s body fizzled in and out. The illusion chip was changing her.

Who will you see in your final moments? Bonnie’s voice echoed in William’s head. His eyes focused and finally, he could see who the chip was replicating. 

“Hen. . .ry?”

“It’s time to go, old friend.” 

The flames tore at HRMN.1 long before her body hit the bottom of the sinkhole. There was no surviving this fall. She knew that. And strangely, she was at peace. She thought of the other synthetics. Of Michael. Of Gregory, and Jaime. And how she would never see them again. It was enough to bring tears to her eyes. 

Momo hugged the head close, shutting her eyes. She didn’t want to see anymore. 

It was all too sad.

–

Returning to the elevator proved to be an ordeal all its own. The Blob, enraged by its injury, had begun to destroy everything in a misguided attempt at revenge. 

Freddy had regained control of his body, safe now from William’s corruption, and he currently held both children as close as he could while avoiding the endless stream of tentacles. 

“Over here, Fred!” Joyner called from the elevator, waving frantically. Beside the generators, Jin feverishly tinkered with the machine to get it ready for the trip back up.

“Detective, you are a sight for sore eyes.”

“That’s my line! What the hell happened down there, everything went dark!” Joyner looked around, and a somber air began to surround him. “Where’s Charlie?”

“She did not make it.”

The detective sighed, shakily. For the second time, he lost his sister.

“Detective. We cannot falter now. HRMN.1 would not want her sacrifice to be in vain and that amalgamation will not wait for us to lick our wounds.”

Jin leapt into the elevator, slamming a hand on the button. The doors shut immediately, and with a groan, the car began its ascent. 

“Mom!”

“Kids, oh thank god you’re okay.” Jin pulled the children into a hug, squeezing them gently. Freddy watched them from the corner of the elevator, his eyes shifting a bit in color.

“Greg, what happened to your face, man!” The woman gently touched the gash on Gregory’s face, and he simply shrugged it off.

“I forgot it was there. Think it’ll turn into a cool scar?”

“Not if it gets infected and your face falls off.” Jaime teased.

The laughter that rippled through the elevator was tense, but comfortable. From behind them, the doors opened. They had reached the top. It was still a climb to make it back to the main building’s exit, but this was a start. The children walked out first, but suddenly the makeshift elevator shaft lurched forward. A violent tremor shook the car, causing everyone to tumble to one side. Multiple wires wormed their way through the other set of doors before prying them open. The Blob had caught up to them.

“Oh for fuck’s sake! Why can’t you bastards stay dead?!” Joyner pulled his pistol from its holster, firing multiple rounds into the monster as it tried to force itself into the elevator. It screamed out in pain, losing its grip and falling out of the car. In a desperate attempt to stabilize itself, it reached out and grabbed onto the closest thing.

Jin’s legs.

She screamed, falling straight down to the floor of the car before slowly sliding towards the open door. And the sheer drop awaiting below.

“No!”

Freddy grabbed her arms, putting his feet on either side of the doors to provide an anchor. Joyner grabbed the children, pulling them from the elevator and onto the safety of the solid concrete landing.

“Get them out of here, I will handle this!”

The detective nodded, picking up the kids and running back to the main building. Luckily, they were in no mood to fight. Despite their screaming and crying, Jaime and Gregory did little else. Freddy was thankful for that.

The amalgamation held onto her as best it could, and its weight began to make the poorly constructed elevator shaft buckle. It was going to bring them down with it.

“Freddy,” she began.

“No.” he said immediately, refusing to entertain another word. “I am going to pull you up. And I will remove the wires from you.”

“My legs― The weight it- it pulled them out of the joints―” Jin’s eyes were hazy, and as she spoke, blood trickled out of her mouth. “Even if you free me, I can’t walk.”

“I’ll carry you.” 

Jin smiled. Blood and tears dripped down her face.

“I don’t feel anything anymore.” she whispered. Freddy bit back tears. Michael bit back tears. Jin looked up at him, her eyes glassy and distant. 

“Please, I’ll pull you back up. I’ll carry you out.”

“Michael.” Jin mused, causing him to freeze. “You remind me of Michael. Isn’t that so strange?”

His mouth shut tight. She was delirious, thinking that she was hallucinating her dead husband. But it wasn’t a hallucination. He was right here.

“It’s not strange.” Michael said, taking a chance. “It’s me, Jin. It’s me, I’m here.”

She stared at him, before smiling again. He begged, pleaded with his eyes for her to see, to see him. But he could tell she didn’t believe it. 

“Thank you, for trying. But you need to let go. You’re gonna die if you stay here.”

“Don’t make me let go.” He tried to hold on tighter, but Jin had already begun losing strength in her arms. She had already given up. “Jaime and Gregory are waiting for you. Don’t make me let go, not like this.”

“Jaime―” Jin’s eyelids fluttered as she momentarily lost consciousness. “I was never a good mother to her. After Michael died, I just became distant. Do you think she hates me?”

“Come with me. Ask her yourself.”

“Tell Jaime I love her, so so much. Tell Gregory―” she sucked in a breath, the elevator groaning louder as the amalgamation began to right itself. Its weight proved to be too much, and the metal poles holding up the makeshift shaft began to bend and crumble.

“Jin―”

“Tell Gregory that I always believed in him.”

“Jin please―”

“And tell Michael,”

“I’m here, I’m here.”

“Tell Michael I’m sorry.” Her head slowly slumped forward, and after a few seconds, there was nothing. No breathing, no warmth, nothing. She was gone. Reluctantly, Michael let go of her arms and watched as her body slid out of the elevator car. 

More tentacles emerged, bright red with Jin’s blood. It must’ve tore something as it was holding on. She’d basically bled to death, and all he could do was watch. 

Michael climbed out of the elevator, looking back as the tentacles tried in vain to reach him. He grabbed a metal beam from a pile of materials at his feet and ripped off his jacket. After tying the garment to the pole, he lit it on fire using Freddy’s lighter function.

The Blob forced a portion of its body through the elevator car, screaming out its garbled cries. 

“Bonnie wanted to save you.” he said, looking at the creature with a mixture of pity and contempt. “He gave his life to save you. And despite that, you came back. You came back and spit in the face of all of his good deeds. 

“But I could forgive that. You killed my father. That was what this was about, right? Revenge? You gave Bonnie what he wanted after all, even if it was a roundabout way of doing things.

“ What did Charlie do? She tried to help you too, didn’t she? And you killed her too. You made her choose between saving herself and saving the people she cared about. Did you know what she’d choose even before you forced it on her?

“I can forgive a lot of things,” Michael held up the homemade torch, watching as The Blob recoiled. “But what I can’t forgive? Orphaning a child. My child. You condemn William for taking you away from your parents. And yet you steal a mother from her child?”

He climbed onto the amalgamation, torch in hand.

“As far as I’m concerned, you’re no better than him. Go to hell. Keep my father company.” Michael shoved the torch into The Blob’s mouth, jumping back as the creature burst into flames. It screamed out, its cries rattling everything around it. The elevator shaft finally gave way, collapsing back into the sinkhole and dragging the amalgamation with it. He watched as the flames grew stronger, retreating only when the fire got too close for comfort.

He had better places to be.

–

It was strangely calm above ground. 

Ambulances and fire trucks were everywhere. Joyner managed to get a hold of dispatch through radio, and within minutes the cavalry had gathered.

Gregory was in an ambulance, his face being taken care of by a paramedic. Michael gave him a slight wave, but the boy refused to look at him. He couldn’t blame him.

Michael was looking for Jaime, but finding a small child in a sea of activity proved to be more difficult than he expected. He asked around, hoping someone had seen her. But no one had.

Panic began to bubble within him. Had Jaime run back inside? Or had she run away entirely? Not her too. Michael couldn’t handle two in one night. 

Just as his panic hit its peak, a friendly paramedic pointed to an ambulance across the parking lot. Jaime.

He ran across the way, ignoring the people around him. He just needed to be near her. That was all he wanted right now. 

As he got closer, he saw Jaime was curled up in the lap of a woman. At first, he assumed she was a paramedic, however he realized she wasn’t dressed like one. She wore faded sweatpants and a black sweatshirt. The hood was pulled up, but he could see the faint dusting of bright blonde hair. It. . .couldn’t be.

“Jin―?” he breathed, and the woman looked up at him. She pulled her hood back, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. 

“Freddy, it’s me. Vanessa. Remember?”

Michael tried not to let the disappointment show on his face. Of course it wasn’t Jin. He looked down at Jaime, whose face was red and puffy from crying. 

“How is she?”

Vanessa gently ran her hand through Jaime’s hair. “She’s all cried out for now. I’m surprised she managed to fall asleep after. . .everything.”

“It’s my fault her mother died.” He clenched his fists, feeling the resentment against himself and the amalgamation resurface. “If I had been quicker, or smarter, she’d still be here with us.”

“Freddy, my sister’s death wasn’t your fault.”

Michael blinked, looking at Vanessa. The silence between them was deafening.

“. . . .What?”

“Did you just say ‘sister’?”

“Oh, did you not know that? Jin is. . .was my half sister. We have the same dad.” she rubbed gentle circles in Jaime’s back. “We hadn’t talked since her husband died. That was also the last time I saw Jaime. It was before she started dressing like a girl.

“I saw Jaime around the Pizzaplex all the time, but it never really clicked that she was my nephew. Even after hearing her name. But Jaime didn’t recognize me either. In her defense, she was really little the last time we met.” she stifled a laugh, but it was watery. Vanessa was fighting the urge to cry. 

“This isn’t how I wanted to see them again, you know? First some psycho steals my identity, and now I find out my sister is dead. I just. . .It’s not fair, you know?”

“I know all too well.” Michael said. “Who benefits from this? Who gets their happy ending?”

Vanessa smiled, and just barely Michael could see the family resemblance. It made his chest ache.

“I’m going to stick around for a bit, see if maybe they can recover my sister. Then me and Jaime are moving away from here. I think she deserves a fresh start.”

Michael bit his tongue. What right did he have to object to that? He was living on borrowed time anyways. He politely bid Vanessa goodbye, turning to head back to Gregory.

“Oh, and Freddy?”

Michael looked over his shoulder.

“Don’t beat yourself up over this. My sister is back with her husband. I think that’s all she ever really wanted.”

Michael forced a smile, continuing his walk back across the parking lot. When he reached Gregory’s ambulance, he sat beside the boy.

“Who are you?” Gregory cautiously asked, looking up at the synthetic. Bright blue eyes met hazel ones, and he knew that Michael was gone. 

“It is just me, Superstar.” Freddy smiled, the events of the day finally wearing on him. “I do not know where Michael went, but I believe he may have moved on.”

Gregory blinked, looking out towards the parking lot. He leaned his head against Freddy, his eyes lidding a bit.

“What’s going to happen to us now?”

Freddy put his arm around the boy, staring out as well. “I assume we will have to rebuild.”

“What about the others? Are they. . .”

“They are fine. DJ Music Man informed me via our cloud sharing that he had brought their pods out when we descended. He must have known something bad was going to happen.”

The two fell into a comfortable silence. In the distance, the sky was brilliant shades of orange and other warm colors as the sun rose. It was almost as if time stood still. 

“Momo and Jin should be here to see this with us.” Gregory muttered, his eyes welling up with tears. “Why did we get to see another sunset but they didn’t?”

For once, Freddy didn’t know how to answer. All he could do was hold Gregory as the tears racked through his body. 

Is this what you meant by breaking the cycle, HRMN.1? Freddy thought to himself, watching the colors swirl as the sun slowly took its place up in the sky.

Is this the happy ending you wished for?

–

3 years later.

“Jaime!” Vanessa called, poking her head out of the bathroom. “Are you ready? We gotta go visit gramma and pop pop and our flight leaves in 2 hours!”

“I’m ready, Ness.” Jaime set her suitcase by the door. She smiled at the woman, who quickly ducked back into the bathroom to finish packing the toiletries. Asking if she were ready, but not ready herself? Jaime snickered a bit, walking over to the living room and flopping onto the floor. She flicked on the tv.

〘Now reopen; The Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex! Back and better than ever, this pizzeria/mall/family fun center is back and ready to put the rock back in Rock’n’Roll! Birthdays, everyday, or just for the heck of it, stop on by and let the Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex make you a SUP―〙

Jaime stared at the now dark tv. Three years was all it took for them to sweep everything under the rug. She bit her lip until it bled. It enraged her, but getting angry won’t make it go away.

She sighed, flopping out on the floor and rolling onto her side. Why couldn’t she forget that easily? What she wouldn’t give to erase the memory of that day from her mind, just for a little while.

Jaime.

“Yeah, Ness?” she sat up, expecting to see her aunt looking at her with concern or confusion. But there was no one around. 

Jaime.

She looked around, seeing nothing. The tv was off, and Vanessa was loudly playing music as she finished her own packing. 

Jaime.

“I hear you.” she whispered, looking around for the voice. She looked under cushions, under tables and chairs, and even in cabinets. Her search eventually led her to her room.

Jaime flicked on the lights, looking around.

Jaime.

The voice was loud and clear, as if it were right beside her. She whipped around and saw no one. However, on her desk was a plushie. That strange Bonnie plush from three years ago, that fateful night. Of course! It had called to her before, and now it was calling to her again. It must’ve been her father trying to reach her after all this time. Jaime felt herself grow excited at the idea. She hadn’t spoken to her father since that day, and she was worried that maybe he had forgotten about her.

Jaime picked up the plush, noticing all too late that it wasn’t golden anymore, but was now a neon green color. And there were purple sparks emanating from it. 

“You and I, my beloved grandchild; united again.” cooed the voice, now louder and clearer than ever. It felt as if the owner of said voice were standing directly behind her, but she couldn’t turn to look. 

Jaime couldn’t move at all.

“I must admit, things looked bleak for a while there. They had almost gotten rid of me. But thanks to you, a little piece of me survived. I cannot thank you enough.

“Now, it’s been quite a long time. We’ve many years to catch up on, my dear. Shall we begin?”

“Jaime! Where are you?? Are you ready to head out?” Vanessa called from the living room, finally done with her packing. She set her suitcase beside Jaime’s, grunting with effort. “If you don’t hurry, we’ll be late!”

Jaime looked up from her stupor, her eyes bright yellow. However, they quickly faded to a lavender shade as she stood up, smiling.

“Coming, Ness~!”

[Previous] | [True Ending]

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[flopixielove]

Bella Thorne

[dramaticnerdwithanxiety11]

, LITERALLY WHO LOOKS AT NICK FUCKING RUSSEL AND GOES “mm yes, take my autism”

THIS IS AN ISSUE

WHY AM I LIKE THIS

whatever its too late now! you get to hear me talk about it to avoid writing it!!

So, i’ll be explaining the show for you newbs who dont watch power rangers like a smart person (as in the not watching it is smart). 

Power Rangers Mystic Force is, obviously, power rangers. It’s got the standard team of five with superpowers and weird biker-looking uniforms. 

If im honest, PRMF is literally just power rangers but with like fantasy magic.

It follows Nick Russell, the new guy in town. He’s a biker and he’s got this tragic bs backstory about how his parents abandoned him (update: they work overseas, they adopted him and like do not vibe with him)  and he travels, living with  family members and how he never sticks around long enough to make friends. We know he’s staying with his sister, and about nothing else. ~ Nick Russell is actually really important, of course, he is the Red Ranger and if we didn’t have the leader be angsty what kind of Power Rangers would we be, am I right? (i dunno i havent watched other power rangers in like ten years) ~

But we’ll come back to that. ~

There’s also Charlie “Chip” Thorn, a hyperactive hyperimaginative redhead with a love for fantasy and superheroes. He’s eager to join the team and loves the idea of quests and fighting villains and shit. He’s the Yellow Ranger, with Lightning Powers. ~

Vida Rocca, the ‘bad girl’. She has this one strip of her short hair that she dyes and may I just say when I finished the show a third time I couldnt not think ‘yO HER HAIR CHANGES TO SHOW HOW SHE FEELS ABOUT THE RANGERS’ but lets be honest thats probably bs lol. Anyways, she’s a DJ and she loves music, she’s the Pink Ranger (who hates pink for most of the show) with Wind Powers. ~

Madison Rocca, the ‘good girl’. She’s Vida’s sister, and she like following the rules and she enjoys recording her friends to make little videos for them to look back on when theyre older. She’s hesitant and cautious, but will do a lot to make sure her sister is safe. She’s the Blue Ranger, with the power of Water. ~

Xander Bly, he’s cocky and thinks hes all that, and flirts with women like every chance he gets. He thinks he’s super handsome and amazing and probably has a superiority complex for one reason or another. He’s the green ranger, with Nature Powers. ~

Not rangers include: ~

Koragg, one of the big bads who (SPOILERS) later turns out to be Nick’s father and Udonna’s long lost husband. Early on in the show he can telepathically communicate with Nick, which gives Nick these really really bad headaches, great for angst, it’s used as a bit of a plot device through a lot of the show and ngl I love it cause angst. ~

Uhh forgot her name but there’s the Vampire Queen who has bat wings on her hips and is in a full leather body suit. She’s kinda boring. ~

I forgot her name as well but the Vampire Queens daughter, who later goes on to save her mother because she realizes that the Rangers are the good guys and she’s on the wrong team.  ~

Udonna, the kinda ex White Ranger and a very powerful sorceress, as well as the Ranger’s trainer and Claire’s aunt. ~

Claire, (SPOILERS) who turns out to be the Daughter of Udonna’s sister, who was more powerful than her and sacrificed her life to seal the gate to what is essentially hell. She’s comedically bad at magic early in the show, and acts a lot like a comedic relief. ~

The Master, aka The Big Bad that the evil guys are trying to let free. Koragg before he became Koragg was trying to kill him and succeeded in trapping him further than all the others. He’s some weird tentical creepy muscles-showing no skinned weird i dunno i think i repressed this cause i forgot what he looks like lol.

Alright, so those are the characters. Now let me explain the plot.

Nick rides into town on his bike and is usually found set up outside the record shop that the rest of the Rangers (yet to be) work at. Btw, theyre all teenagers, but I think this takes place in summer cause we never see them go to school. 

Anyways, this old man calls for somebody to help him, and says that his brother and him were walking through the woods and somebody grabbed him, and he needed somebody to go looking for his brother. Nick, not being apart of the town to know they have rumours about dying in the forest, offers to help.

Xander tells him the woods are haunted, he ignores the man saying the man needs help so who gives a shit about some rumours, and then Vida is like “i’ll help too,” and Chip joins in cause he thinks its gonna be some awesome quest. They make it out to the forest, and Maddie and Xander join them, (”Xander I told you if you ever took my car I’d rearrange your limbs!” -Vida, episode one).

The man is like super ominous and her vanishes once they get into the forest, this creepy witch lady saves them from some bad guys attempting to attack them, and then throws brooms at them that they fly off on. 

Time skip not actually in the show but im losing steam so we’re moving on. Eventually, they make it to RootCore, aka the base of operations, and meet Udonna and Claire. Udonna is this super powerful sorceress and the White Ranger, and she trains them. Claire is her apprentice who is comedically bad at magic.

She hands out wands to them, they go to leave, get into a fight, all of them but Nick believe in and use magic, Nick leaves the forest, Udonna fights Koragg and loses her staff aka her White Ranger magic, and the Rangers are left in charge of saving everybody. In the end, Nick goes to leave and ends up showing up anyways to save the rangers from Koragg and embraces the magic, becoming the Red Ranger.

That’s the gist of the first episode, and the rest is kinda just “fight the bad guys, discover random secrets that make a surprising amount of sense for a show like this, fail a couple times, do some weird shit then end on a happy note”

WHICH BTW THE ENDING? FUCKIN WEIRD

The fantasy creatures integrate with Humans, Vida dyes all her hair bright pink, Nick fucking leaves town and this is the weird part. Because for one, Nick wanted to stay with his friends it was obvious, but for two; the way he left was w e i r d . He, Udonna and not-evil-Koragg who I forgot the name of, leave together.

The end scene is Nick riding up to the edge of the rode on his Motorcycle, then it slowly pans out to show Udonna and Nek (im just calling him Nek as in not evil koragg now) on bikes as well?? one of them asks if hes ready to go and they ~ride off into the sunset~

For one: THESE ARE AGE OLD SORCERERS WHO HAVE VERY LITTLE IDEA ABOUT HUMAN TECH?? HOW DO THEY KNOW HOW TO RIDE??

For two: dID THEY JUST HAVE THESE BIKES RIDING AROUND?? AND THE HELMETS?? DID THEY SHELL OUT A BUNCH OF MONEY FOR THIS?? LITERALLY WHAT???

anyways, great show! youve gotta watch it on some.. less than legal sites but shh its okay shhhh. It used to be on Netflix but like yaknow, its gone now. Either way, it’s a great show in my opinion! Like I mean it’s bad cause Power Rangers, so to most who are looking to critique there’s probably shit acting, and there’s a lot of not needed grunting in battle, the effects are shitty and the costumes are kinda depressing, but it’s still enjoyable! 

Random Facts-- ~

Vida hates Pink, despite being the pink ranger. ~

Chip, Vida, and Maddie have been friends since either kindergarten or elementary school, i dunno about Xander. ~

They all work at a Record Shop/Music Shop together, and their boss is an idiot but kinda entertaining. ~

Vida turns into a vampire for about two episodes, and Chip is the one to figure it out. ~

Maddie gets turned to stone because Nick essentially calls her useless and shy, and so she went out to prove otherwise, and got caught up in an attack. ~

Chip opens a weird black bottle he found after a battle and some weird thing comes out and attacks him, he spends the B Plot of that episode quite literally dying with his soul being eaten and climbing a mountain to get the cure. ~

Koragg has a really dumb moral code about how he only fights with Honor and refuses to kill the rangers most of the time because its “not honorable” for some reason or another. ~

There’s an episode where Xander gets this really really ugly and big zit right on the tip of his nose, and he uses this perfection potion Claire made for plants. He proceeds to turn into a literal tree and be depressed. ~

There’s a Troblin, the child of a Troll and a Goblin, named Phineas who’s very entertaining and I like this. By the end of the show, he ends up dating the daughter of the Vampire Queen which when you think too hard about makes no sense. ~

Nick turns into Koragg at one point late in the series. I completely fucking forgot how, but he does lol.

[sisi-halloway]

Barnabus and Heidi Ruselius Bio!

Barnabus Hyde Ruselius:

Other Names: Barnie (By Heidi) Hyde (by most of everyone else)

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Bisexual

Age: 29

Birthplace: Somrald in Murik Valley (Zadith)

Ethnicity: Black Zadithian(?)

Birthday: June 8th

Familiar: Sinai the Shire Draft Horse

Appearance:

Barnabus is 6′6, weighing over 260 lbs with a hulking body type. He has smooth and dark skin, with warm undertones like red ochre. He has black hair pulled back into dreadlocks, longer than shoulder length, adorned with prairie witch charms and gold jewelry. He eventually takes his dreads down and wears his curls down his back for a length of time before cutting his hair shorter. He has coal black eyes, a strong nose and jaw, and full lips and a gorgeous smile when he has a mind to do so. Broad shouldered and solid, Barnabus has a strong gait. He has a few tattoos, a banded crown of thorns around his right forearm, and an old Somraldic saying: “Love Until We Leave” written in cursive on his right pectoral muscle. This tattoo he has matching with his sister. He also has a burn from a cattle brand in the form of a spade on his left pectoral muscle. His sister also has the same mark on her ribs. Barnabus has a host of scars on his back from a childhood accident. 

Favorite Things:

Favorite Colors: Evergreen

Favorite Flower: Parryi Nolina (Parry’s Beargrass)

Favorite Drinks: Apple Cider, Whiskey, Peach Soda Pop, Lemon Water

Favorite Foods: Pistachios, Almonds, Lemon Merengue Pie, Rib Eye Steak, Peaches

Favorite Hobbies: Stargazing, Fishing, Cooking, Taking Care of the Farm Animals

Skills: Woodworking, Glassblowing, Ironworking, Ax throwing, Lassoing, Shooting Rifles

Familial/ Other relationships:

Father: Nautilus Ruselius (Nate Russell)

Mother: Monica Oikos

Siblings: Heidi Ruselius

Close Friends: Daniel and Charlie Reyes, Salice Halloway

Partner: @asranemesis‘ Charlie (previously)

____________________________

Heidi Deme Ruselius:

Other Names: Deme (by the ‘Gone’)

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Age: 29

Birthplace: Somrald in Murik Valley (Zadith)

Ethnicity: Black Zadithian(?)

Birthday: June 8th

Familiar: Enoch the Murik Valley Wolf (Mackenzie Valley Wolf)

Appearance:

Heidi is 6 feet tall, with a toned and fit body type. She has warm, dark skin, darker than her brother's with freckles covering her from head to toe, a slightly lighter brown. She has the same black, curly hair normally pulled back into passion twists down to her mid back. She has the same prairie witch charms and gold jewelry as her brother, often wearing wildflowers in her hair as well. Sometimes she takes her twists out and lets her hair loose. Her eyes are black, and she has long lashes. A round nose, high cheekbones, a round brow and a set of curvy lips. Heidi has an unmistakable smile. She has a sweet and confident walk, often leading with her curvy hips and her long slender legs. She has only one tattoo: the old Somraldic saying: “Love Until We Leave” written in cursive on her left forearm, the same to match her brother. She also has the spade cattle brand on her side. She has a darkened burn scar on her right hand from a childhood accident.

Favorite Things:

Favorite Colors: Dark Umber

Favorite Flower: Desert Evening Primrose

Favorite Drinks: Sweet Tea, Bourbon, Dark Cola, Sugar Water

Favorite Foods: Chocolate Chip Pancakes, Cinnamon Banana Muffins, Pork Sausage, Funnel Cake, Mashed Potatoes

Favorite Hobbies: Bull Riding, Rodeo Riding, Taking Long Naps, Making Flower Crowns

Skills: Animal Breeding, Shooting Pistols, Somraldic Prairie Witchcraft, Bird Calling, 

Familial/ Other relationships:

Father: Nautilus Ruselius (Nate Russell)

Mother: Monica Oikos

Siblings: Barnabus Ruselius

Close Friends: Daniel and Charlie Reyes, Salice Halloway

Partner: @asranemesis​‘ Daniel (previously)

[not-that-kind-of-dr-spencer-reid]

Hi Baby Girls, Pretty Boys & most excellent Enbys:

I have been in fandom(s) for 15+ years, but I am a newbie here, so here's a bit about me.

I am: Amy (she/her); youngest Gen-Xer; INFJ; the Mom friend; bisexual - sapiosexual - greyromantic; neurodivergent; sensory processing disorder; depression & anxiety; VP of the "'Type-A personality, brilliant/grade-skipping/pleasure to have in class student' to 'underemployed, barely functioning adult'" club.

BUT I WRITE!

Current CM WIPS:

Moreid longfic (30k+); WORKING TITLE: Wreck My Plans (That's My Man) [or How Emily has Perfect Gaydar & Is Right About Everything, Always]. D + S clearly delineated switch povs; M (E if I get bold enough to attempt the godless smut inhabiting my grey matter).

Spencelle/Reidaway longfic (25k+); WORKING TITLE: Not All in My Mind (Missing You All This Time) [or That Time Spencer's Geriatric Russian Neighbor, Charlie and The Chocolate Factory, and a Rubber Ducky got Spencer Super Laid]. M, for Elle's dirty mouth and Spencer grappling hard with his sobriety.

Please note: Life is tough. It sucks, often and sometimes unbearably. It hurts & you bleed & you cry & you scream therefore I ONLY WRITE HAPPY ENDINGS.

You will also find: 

* Ships Ahoy: Reidaway/Spencelle thrives here (FYI: any Elle Greenaway hate will be blocked immediately & with prejudice). Moreid - my sweetbabyangel dumbasses, just kiss. Morcia - you will always be canon in my 💔. Morecia, love of my life, my ride or die OT3. HOTCHNISS - more like hot damn 🔥. Garvez, you make me smile. Ralvez & Penemily curiosity.

[This is an antiJeid blog - I don't spread any hate ever, but I take every precaution to not see any content re: that abomination.]

* Bisexual & neurodivergent Spencer Reid, ditto lesbian Prentiss [CBS can pry intended canon from my cold dead hands.]

Everyone here is some flavor of queer.

* Other MGG characters: Chip Taylor, baby... get in here. Metrosexual, genderqueer Raymond Wadsworth. My sweet 'big of heart, dumb of ass' himbo, Paul. You, Vet!Wes, have been a very naughty girl. Franklin, lemme taste those fingers. Satanist tattoos have never looked more lickable, Thorn. And despite that terrible haircut, Kyle Orfman, I'd fight zombies with you any day.

* CM cast love and shenanigans: And kissing - so many cast smooches. Obsessed with the MGG & Paget best friendship, expect crying about it here.

* Matthew Gray Gubler being... Matthew Gray Gubler and all the strange, beautiful, fascinating idiosyncrasies that entails. 

THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG, so I ask, respectfully, that minors DNI. The rare NSFW image will be tagged, but I cannot guarantee that my sometimes (often) off-color opinions - including those of a very sexual nature - will be.

If you have made it this far, WELCOME! And in the wise words of beloved:

[skyland2703]

“Yeah its poisonous. But you can still eat it. Like I said, everything’s edible at least once”

~Chip Thorne, when questioned on the usage of arsenic based rocks in magic.

[pride-of-azkets]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒. | TAG

𝐓𝐇𝐄      𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘. chipped nail polish.   glitter highlight.   tall trees with smooth bark.   tangled hair.   the taste of cinnamon sugar.   talking too loud and too fast.   overgrown flowers in your hair.   crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature.   flirting.   walking home at 3am with no coat.   platonic handholding.   blowing smoke out of your nose.   dragonfly wings.   chaotic good.   freckles.   fairy rings.   secret meetings.   gender nonconformity.   leather.   smudged eyeliner.   forbidden fruit.

𝐓𝐇𝐄      𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑. computer errors.   a shiver down your spine.   haunting beauty.   hard liquor.   crowns of thorns.   shadowed alleyways.   decaying plant matter.   shattered mirrors and broken glass.   corrupted memories.   stopped clocks.   the scent of stale cigarettes.   tattered black hoodies.   walking your friends home.   the crescent moon.   the sea.   a graveyard on a foggy day.   cold rings on cold fingers.   absolution.   looking out the window of an airplane.   soft kisses.

𝐓𝐇𝐄      𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇. graffiti.   pretending to know what you’re doing.   worn paperback books.   growing up too fast.   parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.   lace and combat boots.   moth wings.   candles on every surface. a weathered deck of cards.   turning the music up.   fireflies in jars.   calloused fingers.   drawing on your skin.   sunlight filtering through clouds.   petrichor. a dying rose in a jar.   wearing a crystal pendant.   illusions and spells.   black cats.   mint gum.   chapped lips.   dirt under your fingernails. the cycle of life and death.

𝐓𝐇𝐄      𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅. murders of crows.   frost-bitten leaves.   wolves howling at midnight.   knocking on your door.   leaving food out for stray animals.   the twang of an acoustic guitar.   honey.   tiny red buds on trees.   claw marks on the walls.   golden eyes.   slightly too long stubble.   sharp canines.   soft, thick fur. hunger. a small cottage in the middle of the woods.  knitted fingerless gloves.   sleeping on the forest floor. always finding your way back home.

Tagged by @zondevol Tagging @derobergeist (Charlie), @chaosfaery, @thc-wrong-side-of-heaven (Nita), @alaricseer (Ala), @bornofbloodandwater

[patchdotexe]

explorers of arvus: the witch’s hut / 1.27.21

I FINALLY REMEMBERED TO POST MY D&D NOTES IM SO SORRY in my defense, for this session i was liveblogging it on discord for nyx’s benefit bc he couldn’t make it so the formatting is super janky and i kept procrastinating on porting it to my notes pile proper

LAST TIME ON EXPLORERS OF ARVUS: we finished our journey from camp vengeance to see what’s up with the poisoned river! we are also definitely going to get owned by a minecraft witch

. COW DETECTED okay time to get killed by a minecraft witch

. thorne's priorities: can kill cow

. fen hill 2: electric witchaloo AS A REMINDER, ALL OF MY NOTES ARE LIKE THIS

. cow is just straight vibing. pretty well-fed cow! which is interesting seeing as the trees are barren even in summer. thorne thinks the cow is sus

. the entire party is rich and we somehow forgot about that. i had to look at my character sheet bc charlie wanted to bet 50g on thorne shooting the cow

. sieron armor pog? (sieron now has retroactive studded leather armor)

. THORNE WITH A GUN

. taure gets 200gp for passing go-- OH TIME TO DIE

. little known fact: witches have vision based on movement

. jorb is dead :crabrave: (Jorb's chrome crashed)

. man i have like a +6 to stealth why am i rolling so shit. lets hope the witch doesnt have eyes

. We Are Looking Natural (our stealth rolls are really not good.)

. HOORAY WE'RE GETTING GOOD ROLLS except thorne. sorry thorne. witch has Spotted Us

. oh no taure thinks the witch is cursing our di-- WHAT'S A SPELL

. solar: i appear to have forgotten every spell except for eldritch blast.

. does the witch have motives? not good or evil, just motives in general

. anyway the witch seems chill and I Do Not Trust Like That but like. why not.

. charlie's gonna go talk to the witch! because no one expects a halfling to be a murderer.

. silje is also coming with! the witch has detached her roof, its like a convertible

. the cow is chill. cow's havin a good time.

. charlie cant bleed out but she CAN be executed. nice.

. the witch was an imposter. the witch has been ejected (she has not)

. silje doing the angy fluff tail thing bc  Sus

. I FORGOT CHARLIE DOESNT WEAR SHOES charlie takes off her shoes and doesnt know where she got them from

. charlie: yea we're hikers, just explorin arvus yknow, s'fun-- taure: The water has been poisoned. >:|

. distant charlie shouting: ARE YOU SUGGESTING THE WITCH HAS BEEN SHITTIN IN THE RIVER NON-STOP?!

. [pulls out sending stone] sieron. cow sus. [puts sending stone away]

. charlie is trying very hard to be sneaky about stuff and taure is just Giving No Shits

. well, the witch is trying to poison us.

. ROLLING INITIATIVE time to kick this witch

. CAT ON TABLE .......wait we left kali. kali did a stealth roll so good we all forgot about her

. BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD CAT

. holy shit the witch slapped aside silje's sword. this grandma is hardcore

. sieron just fucking Teleported to the door (we rarely ever use dash actions so i forgot that's even a thing)

. OH SHIT BLADESONG sieron is now hardcore (like 20 AC?)

. sieron: [nyooms past] charlie: hi sieron.

. THORNE IS GONNA SNIPE THE COW "charlie owes me 50 gold" -thorne, casting eldritch blast

. THORNE HAS SNIPED THE COW

. "so if this ISNT something evil in disguise, ive just exploded a cow"

. It Was Not A Cow (it was a catoblepus)

. thorne does a sick backflip

. UH OH TREE IS ALIVE AND IS PISSED

. sieron's AC may be incredible but it's no match for a nat20. rip sieron

. taure has decided she is done with this shit and did some gardening (sieron got grappled by roots and taure hit them fot max dmg)

. jesus fuck elendar is so op. taure has decided to Kill

. Taure's Turns Never End

. all enemies are masters of geometry. we are now in a titled square of hell

. the hag is gonna pilot the evil tree like a mecha

. DEATH BROOM!!

. silje gets slapped by a broom. f

. THE COW HAS A DEATH RAY

. TAURE IS AT ZERO

. WAIT OK EVERYTHING IS OK actually only charlie is in range and i passed the con save fuuuuuck yea jorb: update: taure was out of range so that got retconned so charlie just shrugged off a death ray by force of will

. charlie has closed the door so no more death rays.

.  silje is now chasing down the witch! jorb: luckily silje resisted the cursed sword's desires to really attack this broom

. the witch is dead! thank u based silje. unfortunately you ARE inside the evil murder tree

. i thought michael was eating his dice.

. sieron has found a Bonus Boy jorb: current fights: thorne vs the not-cow, taure and charlie vs a broom, and silje and sieron vs bonus boy leo: yea thorne is having a 1v1 with the death ray cow jorb: oh theres also still the evil tree, which silje, sieron, and bonus boy are inside of rn

. charlie owes thorne 50 gp.

. well, taure is getting eviscerated by an angry tree

. TAURE IS NOW DOWN TO 1 HP YAAAYYYYYY jorb: taure has a lot of broken bones now "my bones are chips and the bag is my flesh" -taure leo: [happyflapping]

. taure is doin real bad y'all

. as usual, i jump straight to arson

. taure rolled for braincells (it was a d2)

. shit is now on fire yo

. the murder cow is now also stuck in the web of excellent geometry, charlie has set the web of excellent geometry on fire, and silje has murderized the bonus boy

. sieron is attacking the tree from the inside, which is pretty cool!

. thorne moves 30 feet back and shoots the murdercow with eldritch blast twice, as they've done on Every Turn

. thorne was engineered specifically to torment this murdercow (and, by extension, michael)

. taure has stolen thorne's murdercow kill

. "so the broom is not restrained, but it IS on fire"

. charlie gets smacked repeatedly by a shitty broom

. charlie surged and is now invisible! and also inaudible. and also on fire. michael: Charlie accidently discovers her Ninja Way

. thorne is now moving FORWARD 30 ft penn: character development

. taure is now unconscious

. I HAVE FINALLY KILLED A BROOM

. "i place myself facedown and end my turn."

. silje is just WRECKING the tree

. THE TREE CAN DASH

. taure is Very close to dying but its fine its fine its fine

. "thorne's catboy sense is tingling" -penn

. YOOO i blew up the tree w a fireball and silje, who was inside it, did a cool fuckin backflip and escaped unharmed

. we are now trying to pin taure down to forcefeed her a healing elixir

. taure is fucking Booking It so we're all chasing taure down THIS IS THE BIT THAT NEVER ENDS

. "this invisible man cannot do anything."

. taure's the final boss.

. michael: Taure refuses to let anyone heal her so the party just spent 30 minutes chasing her down

[docholligay]

"I have a 25 page document of snippets" 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

I APPRECIATE YOU THINKING THIS IS ANYTHING WORTH CARING ABOUT. It is not, I assure you, as it is mostly one offs, jokes, or highly indulgent BS, but assuming that WOULD be something you are into, a fewq of them are behind the cut (Its mostly overwatch, because most SM things, I assume people care about. SM things are in bold, for those looking for that.) 

“I feel like I should be drinking champagne and wearing a dress cut a little too high in a room full of men who don’t appreciate me”

*******

"I gave you sunscreen before the hike." Pharah was unmoved as she walked to the fridge. 

"Well SOME OF US keep all the melanin in our bloody bodies in a few dots on our faces, love, and that's the 'ole of it." Tracer slathered aloe on her back. 

"This sounds like a personal problem" 

**************

“You SHOT ME, Jesse!” She pointed her pistol at him. 

He put up his hand. ‘And you’re right to be mad about that--” 

“Oh, get stuffed!” 

She sounded insulted, as if he had stolen her lunch from the company fridge rather than nearly killed her. It was like fighting with a sibling, bickering with her, who should be near his age but looked the same as he’d last known her, the same as she’d always looked. A sister nagging at her brother.

******************

Rei crossed her arms in some flavor of disapproval as she looked down the row of bassinets, the brightness of the room that was generally her friend annoying to her here. It was no good to her when EVERYTHING was white, when EVERYTHING was bright. It was just as bad as everything being dark, with the added flavor of wrongness sour in her mouth. In the dark, things could be warm, things could be quiet, and things could be safe, but things were only bright white to be bleached clean, black covered things, but white washed them away. 

She looked down at the tiny baby, here in this palace to nothing. 

"You have to get better," She looked around briefly for a chair, quick enough that no one would notice the effort, and, since she could not find one quickly she did not try and longer. Standing was better for the seriousness of her speech, anyhow. "Because your sister likes Mina better. I have to be someone's favorite. And since I'll be your favorite, you are going to be the most successful and strongest kid this hospital has ever seen."

*************

“We’ve got Oscar VIctor Echo Romeo Whisky Alfa Tango Charlie Tango Hotel on site, please advise.” 

Tracer stared at him flatly. “Yeah, and while they’re advising you, tell them we can Sierra Papa Echo Lima Lima.” 

He looked at her like she had cracked some code, the note of surprise on his face both marked and insulting. 

“I’m a bloody pilot!” She tossed her hands into the air. “I was raised by pilots!” 

He nodded and walked away, mumbling into his radio again. 

“Tracer--” 

“Me first picture book was the bloody phonetic alphabet!”

“I do not think anyone doubts--” 

She paused, hands on her hips, and took on a curious expression, the rage of the moment giving way to a chipper sort of memory just as quickly. “Thought me name was spelt Lima Echo November Alfa till I was five, I did.”

**********

Mercy kept a few simple things at the side of her bed, and Tracer looked through them. A notebook with a pen tucked into the spiral. A few letters from Montana. A brown leather book with gold writing on the cover in Hebrew and German. Of course it would be German. Why wouldn’t it be? A blue book, Hebrew on the cover, which Tracer almost tossed to the side until she noted the English at the very bottom of it.

“Tryin to bloody well read this thing! And it’s backwards!” 

“I certainly hope it doesn’t matter, Ang. Barooch ataw adoughnay, elohinu melech ‘a olam--” 

“I don’t think that’s right.” Winston put a cloth on Mercy’s head. 

“Well, if anyone else would like to be an authority on the Jewish religion, I welcome the ‘elp.” She looiked back at the book, “This bloody unit ‘as the diversity of a 90’s cartoon”

************

Ana wheeled around

“I understand, Fareeha. I wasn't there for you! Get a therapist. Work it out. You think my mother was there for me?” 

************

“Have you lost your fucking lesbian mind? Haruka, talk about shit that will get you kicked out, fuck, THAT SHIT WILL GET YOU KICKED OUT! Not her! She will never have to pay for it!” Minako crouched down in front of her and forced Haruka to look at her, “Girls like her do not pay for that shit, Haruka. We do. They will split us up.”  

Haruka shook her head. “We’ll get kicked out together, if we do, and when Michiru graduates--”  

“You fucking!” Mina exploded to her feet, pulling at her hair, “You’re not an adult! You think social services isn’t gonna put you in some shithole? You think some shithole’s gonna keep us together?” She whirled back and looked at Haruka. “They will split us up, Ruka. You keep parading this in broad daylight, and they will split us up.”  

Haruka got up, taking a deep breath, her eyes shining and wet.  

“I’m really tired of being ashamed, of,” she took another deep breath, “everything that I am. I’m not smart, and I’m not, girly, and everyone’s telling me I’m not, you know,” she took a deep breath, staring at the ceiling, and for a moment there was nothing but the sound of her breathing. “God made me like I am. I know that.”  

“Church policy doesn’t dead in what God made, I don’t think.”

********

Fareeha Amari looked over the office, empty now, save for two desks, one in each corner of the room, across from each other as they had been from the day they were hauled up the stairs. A sleek, metal desk of military manufacture, flawlessly painted in a firm grey, and an old, wooden desk, the varnish worn thin in places, a crack running down the side of it, drawer pulls mismatched. They had sat across from each other, like that, since the day she and Tracer had hauled both of them up the stairs, into that smelly, yellowing office above the chip shop. 

The one she was now leaving. 

She had put it off for far too long, she knew. She should have moved them shortly after the Siege of London, when people had begun to join them. It became silly a year after that, when her office was here and the rest of the offices were on the opposite end of the city. But she had not wanted to leave. The other office was so far, and Tracer could never have managed to show up even the little she did. 

After Tracer died, it would have seemed a betrayal. 

She never would have wanted this, Parvati had reminded her, taking her cousin’s office chair as her own, a box of tin airplanes on the seat, in fact, she told you so. More than once. 

************

“I would do anything, for your Mutti.” 

Avital would hear some version of this many times over her life. When she was older, it would strike her that there was no sense of drama in it, no grand gesture. It was simply a fact, like any other Pharah might say in passing. The sun rose in the east. The tide came in. She would do anything for Mercy.

**********

“I am the snake biting my own ankle. I am the pillar of salt. I am peering beyond my shoulder even as I walk forward through the thorns of my own mistakes, trapped in amber and timeless.”

*************

Haruka sat on the couch, staring straight ahead. 

“I have a dad.” 

“I mean it seemed pretty statistically likely.” Mina crossed her arms and leaned against the couch. 

“MInako.” Michiru quietly twitched her eyebrow. 

“Sorry. But like, yeah.” Mina looked at Haruka. “You want me to go get him? He’ll probably get lost going back to the hotel.” 

“Yes. No.” she continued to stare. “I don’t know.”