#FP Writings

[feeling-pushy]

The Day The World Ended

(a fanfic of ocs that I post about on my BlueSky account. fallow me there if yall want all the pictures and other details that I share on there.)

This is prelude to the story of one of my ocs Montanha and what leads him to making the choices he dose and winds up being a pregnant trans man in an apocalypse UwU.

Also please forgive any grammar/spelling mistakes, I comb over these things multiple times and yet I always miss a couple of things :p

He couldn’t help but let out a yawn as he walked threw the small parking lot, stretching out his back and arms to shake off the fatigue. He may have stayed up too late again, he couldn’t help it, once he got into bed he always tells himself he’d watch one or two of those restoration videos.

But always he’d end up not just watching a guy restore an old gumball machine, but a ps1 as well, then the suggestion feed will suggest his favorite craftier restoring squishes and well, those are usually short. Next thing he knows it’s almost one in the morning and he’s got five hours till he gotta wake up for work. So, he had no one to blame but himself. And the YouTube algorithm.

           Well, whatever, that was what the coffee was for, he thought as he chugged the warm cup as he stepped inside and headed for the backroom to hang up his jacket. Now his obnoxious red work shirt stands front and center, though it did compliment the orangish brown of his skin which was nice at least. The stores logo sat over the left breast side, while his name ‘Montanha’ on the right. Clocking in on the digital timecard he heads for the loading zone to see what needs to be moved.

                There were already two other employees back there and the three of them quickly coordinated and started moving stuff around. First thing Montanha moved was some big bags of feed, loading about twelve onto one of the platform dolly’s before heading inside to the store to taking them to the right aisle, two more than the regulation ten, but he was strong enough to handle the extra weight. Helps him get his work done faster.

As he was moving stuff he did get stopped by a costumer, some old lady who smiled at him sweetly, “excuse me hon, would you help me reach something off the top shelf?”

“Yes ma’am I sure can.” He says fallowing her to the shelf in question. Naturally, the thing she wanted was at the top, but Montanha grabbed it with ease, barely having to stretch to get at it.

“Oh thank you’ the lady said as Montanha handed her the item, ‘you really are quite an impressive height young man. How tall are you?”

“Six eight ma’am.”

“Oh! That’s quite tall!”

“Yep, makes finding jeans a hassle, but I manage.” He jokes.

“Well, you have yourself a good day hon.”

Montanha smiled and told her to have herself a good afternoon before she puttered off and he went back to loading heavy containers on a shelf. He did honestly enjoy taking a minute to help people and talk to the older folks that come into the store. Lot of old farmers and their wives, or gardeners. They were always impressed by his height and were always kind, even the grumpier ones, though that may have been because they were slightly intimidated despite his best efforts to come off as friendly.

Still, that was always why he tried to get the loading and unloading done quickly. Because if he did he could just walk around the store and help folks or go to the front and chat it up with his co-worker manning the registers. So, he doubled his pace to get that all done.

By noon he had gotten all the shelves stocked and deliveries loaded on the trucks so he was currently talking with the two people in the front. The one he was more familiar with was Steven who was around his age, and though they never hung out outside of work they kept saying they would, eventually. The other was a girl named Rosie, she was pretty new to the job and was still in high school if he remembered correctly.

“Hey so what’s your plans for the week?” Steven asks, since there was no one around he was fucking around with the conveyor belt and moving a packet of mint gum down the thing, before placing it back at the beginning and doing it again.

“Hmm I donno, I got Wednesday off this week so I might go out? Or I might veg.” Montanha replied just watching Steven continued to fuck around with the gum. He glanced over at Rosie, “what about you?”

“I got school…” she sighed, she rubbed at her freckled face trying to wipe away the fatigue.

“Fuckin rip man, school’s always a bummer.’ Steven says, ‘glad I don’t gotta do that shit anymore.”

“I’ll second that.” Montanha says as they both high five.

“Well at least I still got summer vacations.” Both men both physically recoil at her harsh but true words. Both felt the ache of longing for those bygone summer vacations.

They all interrupted when they hear someone clear their throat, making the three turn their heads to see their manager Pam. She was just a picture-perfect example what happens when a Karen became a manager, an absolute pain.

“I don’t believe I pay you three to chit chat.’ She looks at Steven and Rosie, ‘if you’re not checking out customers. Then you should be cleaning your stations.” Rosie was quick to start cleaning, which did appease the dragon, but she still gave a fiery look to Montanha, “And what should you be doing right now?”

“Well, I already did all the moving, and theirs currently three customers in the store and I’ve already helped them. So, you tell me.” He said his tone challenging.

 He knew he shouldn’t be poking the bear, but he just really didn’t like her, so was always more willing, if not happy to, butt heads with her. Consequences be damned. Besides any task she gives him he can get it done in a flash and be back to shoot the shit before she could blink.

“Well if you’re looking for something to do, why don’t you go mop the floors?” she smirked.

“Course ma’am.”

“And if you are done in less than two hours I’m making you do it all over again because you obviously didn’t do it correctly.” She snips, Montanha just rolled his eyes headed for the supply closet. As he passed the front of the store he stopped for a moment.

There were quite a few cars heading out today, so much so that there was a bit of a line forming, not yet bumper to bumper traffic but enough for it to be obvious that a lot of people were making a quick exit from the city. With the store being on the outskirts this was not a regular occurrence and made Montanha give pause. Montanha furrowed his brows as he felt some form of ominous tenson.

“Get going Montanha! You wanted something to do now go do it!” Pam yelled at him from across the store, knocking him out of his trance. Refocusing him back onto the task at hand.

As the next two hours passed, the steady stream of cars leaving the city dwindled. Returning to more normal but still pretty frequent trickle of cars speeding by. But still the air was charged with an odd tension, a palpable sense of unease that Montanha couldn't quite pinpoint.

As Montanha continued to clean the floor, he saw that one of the few customers that were in the store received a phone call. Their words starting off bright, but quickly becoming hushed as the customer's expression shifted to one of sudden alarm. In a swift, almost instinctive motion, they dropped everything they were holding—tools, supplies, even their phone—and headed for the door without uttering a single word.

The abruptness of the scene left Montanha and two other customers who were close by to witness it to look at each other in confusion. Turning to the two customers, an older couple that regularly came around named Jon and June and gave them smile to help shake off his unease. "That was kind of weird, don't you think? What got his trousers?" he joked halfheartedly.

“Yes certainly odd… And what a rude young man, leaving his stuff on the floor. I swear young kids these days think the working class are their personal butlers!” The Jon grunts, bending over to pick some stuff up. “Here, let me get that. Didn’t you recently throw out your back? You shouldn’t be picking nothing up!” Montanha says quickly coming over to take the stuff from the old man.

As he engaged in conversation with Jon about his back and fussed with him about lifting heavy things at his age, June's phone rang as well. The elderly woman picked it up and began to chat about something, and though he didn’t hear the specifics, but he did see as her face turned pale, a stark contrast to the usual color of her charmingly overly rouged features. She urgently interrupted the conversation.

"Montanha," she said in a hushed tone, "you need to tell people to get out of the store. Something's not right." The urgency in her words sent a chill down Montanha's spine, he looked at her with concern, "What's wrong, June?"

June, her eyes filled with concern, replied, "I'm not sure, but something's happening in the city. People are evacuating." Montanha furrowed his brow, puzzled. "That doesn't make any sense. There hasn't been any sort of emergency announcement on the radio in the store or on our phones or anything…"

Still, something just didn’t sit right with him, all those cars earlier in the afternoon, the urgency in June’s voice, the person who earlier exited the store in a rush, it just felt all wrong to him. So, despite the lack of official confirmation, Montanha decided to trust his instincts. With little hesitation he headed for the store's PA system. Taking a deep breath, he spoke into the microphone, "Attention, everyone. We've been advised to evacuate the store. Please make your way to the exits calmly and quickly." he says, keeping his voice calm and even, trying to sound official.

Hearing this the few people here began to leave the store, including Jon and June, who gave him a look that wished him good luck. Pam emerged and approached him with a pissed expression, "What the hell are you doing, Montanha?" she demanded. Steven and Rosie joined the scene, curious to see what was happening.

"I heard the city is evacuating. Jon and June got a call saying we should leave."

“Who the hell is- oh, never mind that! Of all the stupid stunts you’ve pulled this one takes the cake! You better give me a good reason why I don’t fire you right now.”

“Look, I don’t know what happening either. But I heard there’s an evacuation happening, so I think it’s better to be safe than sorry.”

Pam crossed her arms, skepticism written all over her face. "I didn't hear any official emergency announcement. We can't just shut down the store without proper confirmation."

“Are you serious??”

The tension escalated as Montanha and Pam started to argue about the legitimacy of the emergency. As they bickered at each other Rosie began to grow increasingly anxious. Suddenly she pipes up interrupting their argument, "I-I think I need to go. I have to get to my parents."

Pam, maintaining her position, asserted, "No, you can't leave. You're still on the clock." Montanha, seeing how distressed Rosie looked, interjected, "Pam, come on! If something serious is happening, she should be with her family. We can't just ignore that."

Pam shot back, "Montanha, we can't shut down the store based on hearsay. We need official confirmation. For all I know this is just some little prank you’re pulling just to piss me off!"

Rosie, near tears, looks at Pam, "I don't care if it's a prank! I-I just want to go home!"

Pam, unmoved, insisted, "Rules are rules. You’re staying, unless you want to get fired. Besides you’re parents dropped you off here, so you can’t even go anywhere." She points out.

Rosie big brown eyes were full of tears and she was shaking, on the verge of crying. It broke Montanha’s heart to see her like that. He looked at Pam, “Then let me take her home Pam. I’ll work double shift; I’ll work on Wednesday this week and I’ll scrub this store top to bottom. Just let me make sure she gets home safe with her parents.” Montanha’s voice become soft as he asked her earnestly.

They locked eyes for a moment, Pam’s seeming to look for some sort of alternative motive in his, but finding nothing, Pam stoney disposition wavers and she gives in with a sigh. “Fine. Take her home… But I expect you back at this store to finish your shift and you’ll bet I’ll have an extensive list of things for you to do when you do.”

Montanha gives her a appreciative smile, she wasn’t as much of a jerk as he thought, “Thank you.” Pam just waves him off, “Just get going, before I change my mind.” Montanha nods and looks at Rosie, “Let’s go grab our coats.”

Heading out of the store, Montanha opens takes out his phone, “hopefully the buses hasn’t been shut down yet, our it’s gonna be one hell of a walk.” Rosie puts her hands in her hoodie pockets, the green of it complimenting her long red hair, and gives him a small smile, “thank you, for doing this for me…” Montanha smiles back at her, “hey it’s no problem, you’re still pretty much a kid, so you shouldn’t have to put up with bullshit during a potential emergency.”

“Hey, I’m no kid! I’m sixteen!”

“Ha, yeah, no. You’re a fuckin baby kid, sorry. Talk to me again when you’re twenty-one.”

Rosie looked like she swallowed a warhead as she pouted at him, “yeah like I’d still want to hang with your old ass at twenty-one. If you’re not in the grave by then grandpa.” She snips back after a moment. Some sharp words for sure, though they didn’t really affect him, as Montanha just chuckled in amusement, “Hey, just cause it’s true. Don’t mean it don’t hurt.” He jokes.

“Whatever. Can we go now?”

“Sure thing.”

Heading for the nearest bus station the two of them walked down the road, seemed like nobody was around, no cars or people or anything. Still the two of them walked by the side of the road. Rosie fiddling with a rose shaped necklace she was wearing, bored, fifteen minutes into the walk Montanha got a thought and looked to Rosie, “hey, why haven’t you called your parents yet? Maybe you should tell them you’re coming? Maybe they can meet us halfway and come pick you up?”

“Don’t gotta phone.” Rosie simply says. Montanha blinks in surprise, “seriously?”

Rosie quickly became defensive at that as her face flushed in embarrassment, “Yeah? and you don’t got a car, or else we’d be riding in it right now.” She points out. Once again Montanha physically recoils at her harsh but true words, “touché.”

“Yeah, I’m literally the only teenager in this damn city who doesn’t have a phone, it’s such a buzz kill, they said I couldn’t get one till I was eighteen!” Rosie complains, Montanha just lets out a long, annoyed sigh, but he then thinks for a moment and perks back up, “Oh, well then how about you use my phone? You can call them on this right?”

“Oh, yeah I can do that.” Montanha hands Rosie his phone and she punches in some numbers before holding it up to her ear. She stands there for a moment before frowning, “went to voicemail. Hold on let me call my mom then…” she repeats her actions, but again, after a long pause she frowns, “still nothing…”

“Maybe leave them a voice message then? They might be busy cause of whatever’s going on. I’m sure they’ll call back if they know it’s from you.” Montanha suggests.

Rosie nods and calls back one of the numbers again, after a moment she speaks, “Hello? Dad? It’s me Rosie. I’m calling you from a friends phone, I heard there was something going on in the city? I’m trying to head back home now. When you get this message please call be back at this number ok? I’ll be with my friend until then. Love you, bye.” She then ends the message and hands her phone over to Montanha, “thanks again…”

“Like I said, it’s no problem.’ As he says that they finally arrive at the bus station, but it already looked abandoned, ‘… Whelp. Looks like we’re going to have to walk to your place.”

Rosie lets out a loud groan.

Having no choice, the two begin their trek threw the streets, Montanha periodically checked his phone to ensure they were still on the right path. After a while, Montanha mused aloud, "You know, I can't read a real map to save my life. Always had to rely on GPS." Rosie, glancing at him, playful shrugged, "Does anyone even know how to read a map these days?" Montanha chuckled, "Probably just the old folks."

Their steps echoed softly against the pavement as they continued through the city streets, absorbed in small idle chit chat. The usual hum of activity that filled the air seemed oddly absent, and they tried to pay little heed to it at first. But with each empty street they passed, the sense of isolation deepened as their voices carry farther out in the stillness, echoing off the silent buildings.

It shouldn’t have been a surprise to them that the city would be empty during an evacuation, but the two of them never truly expected to realize just how empty, empty would be. As they rounded a corner, the city stretched out before them, a ghostly expanse devoid of life. Rosie hugs her arms as she walked just a bit closer to Montanha, “Man, feels weird to see the city like this…”

“Yeah… But it’s kinda neat too. Makes me think we’re in “I Am Legend” in New York city.’ Rosie gives him a puzzled look, ‘you know? The one with Will Smith?”

“… You mean the guy that slapped that one comedian at the Oscars?”

“Oh my god…”

“What?? I’ve never seen that guy before! Was he in movies??”

“Yes he was in movies! A lot of them! He even was on a tv show, called “The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.” Guy is literally a staple!” Montanha exclaims throwing his hands up.

“Well has he been in anything recently?” Rosie asks, Montanha opens his mouth for a moment, but then quickly shuts it as he starts to think. His brows furrowed and he runs his finger threw his messy, short, messy, brown locks, “uhhh… The live action Aladdin..?”

“Oh ew. The live action Aladdin sucked.” Rosie says scrunching her face. Montanha cringes slightly, “yeah I’m starting to realize it’s been a while since I’ve seen him in anything good…”

The conversation continued on like this, thankfully distracting them from the eeriness of the once familiar, but now empty streets as it cast it’s long shadows over them.

About halfway to their destination Montanha and Rosie decided to take a breather. They had been walking for quite a while and Rosie appeared visibly exhausted.

Montanha on the other hand, thanks to his more active lifestyle, had a considerable amount of stamina and showed little signs of exhaustion. So he was more concerned for Rosie as she sat on the curb of the streets and rubbed her legs a little, noticing she was still fatigue even after then minutes of catching her breath, “hey you doing alright?”

“Yeah… this is just, a lot, I mean I’ve hiked with my parents and stuff but we’ve been walking like what? Almost two hours nonstop? It’s making my legs a bit sore…” She says as she starts to gently stretch out her legs. "Hey, how about I carry you for a bit? I'm tall, and you're on the smaller side. It would give you a chance to rest a bit longer."

Initially reluctant, Rosie eventually agreed, and Montanha squatted down for her to get on his back for a piggyback ride. Once she was situated Montanha stood back up with extreme ease and started to walk. Rosie, taken aback by his strength as well as high up she now was, couldn't help but comment, "Whoa, you're freakishly strong and tall. How did you get to be this way?"

Montanha stopped for a beat, but then continued on as he chuckled, "Lotta strength and stamina training. Plus, genetics I guess. I’m just… Lucky, I suppose." He says trying to keep his tone casual despite a small strain in it, something that Rosie didn’t seem to pick on as she seemed satisfied with that answer.

With Rosie on his shoulders, Montanha continued to walk and listen to her as she started to talk about nothing in particular. But even as he listened, his mind couldn’t help but linger on her question, a dark look Rosie couldn’t see crossing his features as memories started to surface. But he didn’t let that effect his stride as he continued their trek forward.

Montanha carried her for about a half hour before Rosie told him she was good to walk again, so he let her down and once again they both continued on foot. Once again they chatted about nothing in particular, as the city landscape slowly turned into a more suburban area, with nice houses and a park or two. Rosie shared some things about herself, favorite classes, what she thought about certain classmates. Montanha was content to listen, cracking occasional jokes.

Looking at his GPS again he made a sigh of relief, “looks like were only about half an hour till we get to your place.” Rosie also felt relieved, "Oh thank god! I'm so freakin' hungry and thirsty from all this walking." Montanha couldn't help but agree.

Just then a ringing cuts threw the air and the two of them almost jump out of their skin, instinctually Montanha reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out his phone. The screen was alight and the message “Unknown Number” flashed across it. “Oh! That might be my parents!!” Rosie says her face lighting up with joy, Montanha was quick to hand her the phone and Rosie was quicker to answer it.

“Hello? Mom? Dad??”

                . . .

“Dad! Oh, thank God-ness! Thank goodness it’s you! Where are you right now? Did you and mom evacuate the city??”

                . . .

“I’m actually kinda close to the high school, I’m about a half an hour from home.”

                . . .

“Ok, where do you want me to meet you?”

                . . .

“The crossroad between Skyway Drive and Alkali Creek Road? ok hold on.’ She pulls the phone away from her ear so she could put in the address, she smiled as she placed the phone to her ear again, ‘ok I got it put in the GPS, it says it’s also about a half an hour away. Will you wait for me there?”

                . . .

“Yeah, ok… I love you dad.” Listening to the other end she furrows her brows for a moment, but then smiles as she hangs up. She then hands the phone back to Montanha. “So what’s the plan then?”

“They said their just outside town. Says their not allowed to come back in yet, so we gotta meet them there, I got the address put in though so we should be fine.” Montanha scrunched his nose, “Their not allowed in? Did they say why..?”

“Uh… I didn’t ask.” She sheepishly replies, he just let out a hum. For some reason he was getting another bad feeling about the situation. But he might just be paranoid, besides , she knew her parents better than anyone else.

“Anyways! I’ll totally ask my parents to treat you to some dinner or something when we get there, you’ve been a really big help so I bet they will!” Montanha chuckled, “Well I’m gonna hold you too that, cause I am craving a burger right about now…”

“Ugh me too! Lets go!” Rosie says there was a renewed skip in her step as he practically led the way. Montanha smiled at this, he was glad he could help her reunite with her parents.

Had this been a practical journey? Probably not. In hindsight Montanha may have gotten swept up in the moment when he decided to leave with Rosie. They should’ve just stayed at work and called her parents there. But something had just told him they needed to get out of that store. A feeling that he once again had to push down, wanting to trust the kid. So only with slight hesitation he fallowed her down the road.

Rosie's excitement radiated throughout the rest of the walk as she eagerly went forward, anticipating their arrival. Montanha couldn't help but find her enthusiasm contagious, and he chuckled, likening her to a child eagerly awaiting Christmas day or walking through Disneyland.

To pass the time Montanha asked a few more questions about Rosie. It was then he learned she liked to sing. “oh that’s cool, what kind of music do you like?”

“Oh, all kinds, though I like acoustic covers of songs. Cause then I can try to learn them on my guitar.” Rosie says nonchalantly.

“Shit you play guitar too?”

“Yeah, a little bit.”

“Could I hear a bit of what yah got? No pressure if you don’t.” Rosie grins, “Yeah! I’m always down to sing, honestly I’d sing all the time if people didn’t find it obnoxious.”

“Well I love some good music, so let’s hear it.”

She grinned again before taking a minute to think of a suitable song, she eventually she settled on something as she began to preform her little piece. Her voice was soft and high, it was actually quite beautiful. “You look like an angel. Walk like an angel. Talk like an angel. But I got wise. You're the devil in disguise. Oh, yes, you are, devil in disguise. Oooo.”

Montanha was surprised by the choice of song but it made him grin as she continued. She, seemed to get more into it as her steps became a bit floaty and carefree. Her eyes closed. “I thought that I was in heaven. But I was sure surprised. Heaven help me, I didn't see. The devil in your eyes.”

She turned to him, eyes bright and her smile so big it even carried in her words, “You're the devil in disguise. Oh, yes, you are, devil in disguise. Mmhmm hmmm, devil in disguise. Oh, yes, you are! Devil in disguise, mmhmm hmmm. Devil in disguise.”

Montanha couldn’t help but give her a small round of applause as she finished, “wow, that was quite impressive.” A shy look crossed her face, “Yeah? You think so?”

“Hell yeah kid. Though I am surprised you know Elvis.”

“Uh, who doesn’t know Elvis?”

“Says the girl who didn’t know who Will Smith was.” Rosie rolls her eyes at that, “is it a crime for me to not be as into movies as you seem to be?”

“ Yes. It’s possibly one of the worse offences on earth.” Rose puts a hand on her hip, “Oh yeah? Worse than murder?”

“Oh, for sure.” Montanha states, but he couldn’t even look serious as he gave her a goofy grin. Rosie lets out a sudden laugh and upon seeing that Montanha can’t help but laugh too. Both of them tittering and snickering at the silliness of it all.

 The moment soon shifted as they noticed they were close to their destination. About ten feet or so they could see two figures in the distance. Rosie face lights up at the sight and she starts to bounce on her feet "It's them!" She cheers as she goes running for them. Montanha quickly fallows her, not wanting her to go over there alone, suddenly afraid to leave her alone.

Throwing her arms up she barreled into the arms of her parents who embraced her as tears started to form in her eyes. “Mom! Dad! I missed you!” Montanha stood nearby as he witnessed the reunion. Still something gnawed at him, this was supposed to be a happy moment, so then… why did it feel wrong…?

 After a moment, Rosie turned to Montanha, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "Mom, Dad, this is my friend from my job. He walked me all the way over here." she says introducing him to her parents. Rosie’s father looked at him, “thank you for bringing her here.”

Montanha nodded politely before offering his hand to him, “I’m Montanha, it’s nice to meet you sir, Rosie is a sweet kid and a good co-worker.” The father just looked at Montanha's hand as he held it out, but he did not attempt to grab it. After a moment Montanha dropped it with a furrowed brow. Rosie’s mother looked to Rosie with a pleasant smile, “Lets go home now dear.”

“Oh, actually. Since Montanha went through the trouble of walking me here, do you think we could treat him to dinner or-”

“There is no time for that. We must head home immediately.” Her father says cutting her off. Rosie gave him a confused look, “But I thought the city was closed..?”

“Don’t worry about that. Just come with us.” Her father states with a bit of force behind it. Her mother wraps her arms around Rosie’s and begins to lead her away. Rosie glanced at Montanha as she did so, her eyes now holding some uncertainty and even a bit of fear.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. This did not feel right. But these were her parents, right? Suddenly he was unsure. So, without thinking he places his hand on the father shoulder, “hey hold on-”

His words died in his throat.

He could only stand here slack jawed as without warning; the father twisted his neck fully around like an owl to stare at him, the skin of his neck twisting as if it were a wrung-out towel. The eyes once a brown like Rosies were like two literal pinpricks as he stared at him. Montanha’s face paled at the sight as he and everyone froze for a moment.

Then, like the braking of a seal, several things happened in quick succession. The first thing being the father mouth unhinging like a snake as he went for Montanha’s face. Instinctively Montanha pushed him back and the father- no, that Creature – stumbled back. Not wasting the chance, he ran up and immediately punched it in the head, using his full weight and force to send it to the hard asphalt ground.

Rosie then screamed and he saw as the thing masquerading as her mother was trying to make a run for it with Rosie, but it was not able to get anywhere fast, as Rosie fight against her kicking and squirming to break out of its grasp. Montanha sprinted over and gave the thing a hard shove, sending this one to the ground as well.

With both creature on the ground now, Montanha didn’t want to wait and see if they would get back up. Swiftly grabbing Rosie's hand and running. His instincts were screaming at him to get away, and this time he did not ignore it, as they both sprinted off the road and down to the creek nearby, making a beeline for the nearest tree line. Rosie, her eyes wide with terror, turned to Montanha, "What the hell was that?" she cried.

Montanha, his mind racing, could only manage, "Not your parents, that's for sure." The gravity of the situation was sinking in, and the urgency to escape the unfolding horror fueled their frantic movements.

Montanha did not stop running. Even as they reached the nearby trees. Even when Rosie tripped and skinned her knee. Even as Montanha in one smooth motion, scoped her up and threw her over his shoulder to carry fire man style. He just kept running. Away from those Creature. Away from the city. And away from the life they knew.

[saduboiss]

my soul is too sensitive for this life.

[crush-echoes]

I’ll always be more scared of you leaving me then caring for myself

Whatever you want I’ll give

 My heart, my soul, every fucking thing

[perfectlyunknownn]

how to distract yourself when all you want to do is rot

[beatcroc]

there's no way the bathroom at peppino's pizza is actually that big but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . hey ummm anyway.... i care them...... anyway there's a lil ramble on my take on fake pep's like psyche or whatever in tags on the og post if ur into that kinda thing :y

hey! it's a series! fake peppino world tour: [noise] [noisette] [peppino]<- u are here [gustavo] [gerome] [noisette again]

[cynical-crypt]

reminder to writers/self

its ok to write shitty poems its ok to write shitty song lyrics its ok to write shitty stories its ok to be unoriginal its ok to reuse a line from something else you wrote its ok to reference other works its ok to be proud of shitty writing its ok to be proud of great writing its ok to be proud in general its ok to not use overcomplicated intricate wording in writing its ok to write about dumb shit its ok to write about fictional events its ok to write something awesome but have one weak line you cant really fix its ok to write something terrible but have one amazing line that doesn't fit its ok to write about emotions you don't really grasp its ok to write

[littleplantfreak]

Hmmmmmm how about Kaji, Ume, Suo, Sakura and Kiryu reacting to their s/o telling them they’re on a no-sex-ban for a whole motherfucking week HELP ALL BECAUSE OF A PETTY ARGUMENT

Kaji’s in disbelief at first. Are you serious? Unfortunately for him you are, which leaves him brooding more than normal for the week and everyone can tell. It’s not that he NEEDS it technically, but its like when someone tells you you cant have something and you start just…thinking and thinking and thinking and now he’s antsy, but he does stick it out to the very end if only because he’s insanely stubborn.

I think Ume’s actually more bothered you both argued even if it was petty. The no sex ban doesn’t affect him much as long as he can do other stuff. A week without cuddling and kisses would kill him probably, but he’s pretty satisfied just spending the time making up with you and getting back to normal.

Suo’s kind of a petty bitch (at least to me) so he ends up thinking ���alright bet” when you tell him no sex for a week. He ends up making it harder for YOU during the week with how much of a tease he is. “You said no sex! I’m just stopping where I’m at so I follow your rules,” he says so smugly you wanna throttle him. Makes you hold yourself to it. If it was a more serious argument I think it’d be different though.

Hmm…Sakura’s baffled like Kaji, but more because he has no clue what that has to do with the argument. Realizes you’re punishing him despite there really being no correct side to your argument and just grumbles about it. He’d probably get the wrong idea though and assume you don’t want him to touch you at all. You’re probably gonna have to talk to him about it or apologize, because in the end he gives you too much space (while pouting the whole time)

Kiryu’s also a little petty but not as much as Suo is. Accepts your terms and respects them, but tells you if you change your mind, he’s more than happy to go whenever. If you try to initiate he’ll be like “but what about the ban? are we lifting that now hm?” all soothing and sweet as he rubs your calves and thighs with his hands. I think he’s one of the few that just talks you out of it by hitting your weak spots.

[toxictoxicities]

Working on hosting a MAP soon! I can't wait to release the call~

[feeling-pushy]

Creature Stats

Wanted to sit down and think about how the Creatures in my Creature Apocalypse series actually work. So I did a bit of research and made this list of characteristics! I actually ended up drawing inspiration from ants and the property of Non-Newtonian liquids like the putty you find in squeeze toys while also keeping in mind all the stuff I've already written about them! I'll put this all under a cut so it's not too long haha. Yall can give it a gander if yah want!

Creature’s Physical

Original form is a form of grey, viscoelastic liquid. Extremely vulnerable when not within a host body. Can stretch and mold itself into whatever form it wants, can even double or minimize it’s mass at will.

Like a cell, they have a nucleus-like brain, where all its functions and information is stored. Instantly dies without it.

The viscoelastic liquid produces pheromones that only other Creatures can detect and communicate through this. Human's cannot smell these pheromones.

Assimilate into the human host by filling their insides with the grey sludge that makes up their being and melting the fleshy insides, leaving behind some of the bones, and filling up the skin like putty in a toy. Takes on the host’s form.

When assimilating, the Creature will feed off the brain and learn about the hosts and it’s primal functions, like how they speak and walk. As well as absorbing the host’s most recent/most retained memories, it cannot access older/less remembered memories.

The human skin can cover approximately 21 square feet. The Creature’s are able to manipulate the skin, stretching out and manipulating the form within the bounds of the skin. Will not exceed the limits of the skin in fear of tearing.

Will use whatever bones that are left inside the body to turn into claws or teeth. The longer a Creature is in the host, the more time it has to refine the shape of the bones to form proper sharp teeth ad claws. Newly accumulated Creatures just crack the bones and jut the sharp ends out.

Stronger than the average human.

Are susceptible to colder temperatures and will melt under extreme heats.

Cannot heal the skin of their hosts, instead they will solidify their putty flesh around any holes or gashes made on the skin to plug up holes.

Creature Behavioral

An order of highly specialized and often sociable with each other.

Their collective intelligence is higher than their individual intelligence.

They seemingly function as a single unit, but they are not a hive mind.

They are nomadic and are notorious for the destruction of all life in their path. Going to new worlds to destroy and colonize it for their species.

Each Creature has a role within their species and function within that role.

They prefer ambush tactics, luring individuals away from groups in order to surprise attack them.

Logical, analytical, calculated, and orderly in their thoughts and behaviors.

They cannot think creatively. Possess no intuition, can’t pick up on subtle nonverbal cues and have a hard time understanding context and non-literal language, such as metaphors and irony.

They are mimics as they try to emulate the host specie’s behaviors and mode of communication.  The effectiveness of their mimicry varies.

The Three Roles

Scout/Foot soldier Creature

They are the ones who gather information and resources for the main colony. They are the ones survivors often fight. Usually travel either individually or in pairs.

Will either kill a human on the spot, or capture them to bring back their colony for assimilation.

Not as strong as the Warrior Creature, but they are smarter than them.

They make up the largest part of their population.

Relies the most on their mimicry in order to lure and kill/capture more hosts. Some preform these acts of mimicry with better accuracy than others.

Warrior Creature

They stay closer to the colony and are the last line of defense.

Their appearance is the least like their hosts as they sculpt their bodies for combat. Makes the most effective use of the bones stored in the bodies to make not only claws and teeth, but also construct weapons and make barbed needles they can eject at prey to injure/distract them.

The least intelligent, but the strongest.

Makes up a small portion of the population.

Doesn’t bother to preform acts of mimicry.

The Alpha

The one who leads the alien race

Less of a queen as they are a subtype of Warrior Creature, but are the ones who are responsible for organizing the others and for reproduction.

They are also the most intelligent of all other types of Creature. With access to all the information gathered by the scouts and the only one to think about the bigger picture.

They will often look the most like their host, taking pride in perfecting their mimicry as sign of their advanced intelligence.

Will only brake the illusion when they feel like they are in danger, in which all acts are dropped and they act more like a warrior class Creature.

Sussing out a Creature

Obscure Media References:

The survivor could casually reference obscure or niche media, such as books, movies, or songs, and gauge the individual's response. Creatures, lacking creativity and intuition, might struggle to understand or respond appropriately to references they haven't directly encountered or memorized.

Example: "Have you ever read the novel 'The Sirens of Titan' by Kurt Vonnegut?" A genuine human might respond with curiosity or a thoughtful answer, while a Creature might display confusion or struggle to engage in a meaningful conversation about it.

Personal Stories or Memories:

Asking for personal anecdotes or memories that involve emotional depth or complexity can reveal a lot about a person's true identity. Creatures can only access recent or prominent memories of their hosts and might struggle with details or coherence in older memories.

Example: "Tell me about a vivid childhood memory that shaped who you are today." A genuine human might recount a detailed, emotionally resonant story, whereas a Creature might falter or provide a superficial response lacking in personal depth.

Riddles or Complex Puzzles:

Presenting riddles, logic puzzles, or complex mathematical problems can test cognitive flexibility and problem-solving abilities. Creatures, with their logical but rigid thinking, may struggle with abstract thinking or creative problem-solving.

Example: "Here's a riddle for you: What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?" A genuine human might engage in a process of deduction or creative thinking to solve the riddle, while a Creature might find it challenging to comprehend or respond appropriately.

Behavioral Observations:

Observing subtle behavioral cues, such as emotional responses, social interactions, or non-verbal communication, can provide insights into someone's authenticity. Creatures may mimic behaviors but can struggle to emulate genuine emotional responses or nuanced social cues.

Example: Watching how an individual reacts to unexpected news or interacts with others in a group setting can reveal discrepancies in their behavior compared to genuine humans.

Physical Reactions to Environmental Stimuli:

Exploiting the creature's sensitivity to environmental changes, such as sudden shifts in temperature or exposure to certain chemicals, can provoke revealing reactions. Creatures may react unusually or exhibit discomfort in response to stimuli that affect their viscoelastic physiology.

Example: Introducing a sudden change in temperature or exposing them to a strong scent might prompt a Creature to react in a way that exposes their non-human nature, such as physical discomfort or an abnormal reaction.

Best Weapons for Combat

Firearms with Precision Targeting:

Rifles or handguns: These weapons are effective for their accuracy in targeting specific weak points, such as the Creatures' nucleus-like brain. A well-placed shot can incapacitate or kill a Creature quickly.

Shotguns: Useful at close range for their spread and stopping power, which can inflict significant damage to the Creatures' viscoelastic bodies and bones used for weapons.

Projectiles and Explosives:

Arrows or crossbow bolts: These can be tipped with specialized heads designed to penetrate and disrupt the Creatures' internal structure, targeting their vulnerabilities.

Grenades or explosives: Particularly effective for their ability to cause widespread damage and disrupt coordinated attacks, potentially incapacitating multiple Creatures simultaneously.

Scent bombs: Scent bombs can emit strong, disorienting odors that overwhelm the Creatures' olfactory senses. This can create confusion among them, disrupting their ability to coordinate attacks or communicate effectively using pheromones.

Melee Weapons:

Bladed weapons: Swords, machetes, or combat knives can be effective for close-quarters combat, targeting vulnerable areas or disabling limbs and appendages made from hardened bone.

Blunt weapons: Clubs, hammers, or improvised weapons can deliver powerful blows that shatter or incapacitate the Creatures' viscoelastic bodies.

[saduboiss]

sometimes I just get so sick and tired of fighting just to survive.

[rigormortisangel]

i swear they did something to my brain to make me unable to live without them

[lorogy662]

"ISOLATE INTUITION FROM UNKNOWN"

[eroguro-angel]

[perfectlyunknownn]

the fact that he’s online and chooses not to respond when he initiated the conversation is crazy. why can’t people leave others alone? it’s so incredibly hard to let go and I was in the process of unfavouriting him. I just find it so selfish.

[autistic-pebbles-au]

My gf wants to know if they can eat autistic Pebbles.

Specifically fried.

[ I don't own a deep fryer btw ]

And I probably never will xd

I struggled with drawing this hand so much....

[feeling-pushy]

Like a Freight Train

Wrote a new little story for my Creature Apocolype! I'll post the story here, but I have already posted it on my Ao3 if people want to look at it over there as well! Here's a link to that --- > Ao3 I hope you guys like it~!

How had the situation unfolded so disastrously? Montanha thought as Rosie, Asher, and himself ran through the city street, boots crunching the soft, fluffy snow as they were pursued by the four large and imposing Creatures that seemed quite persistent despite the cold slowing their movements. It had been almost five years since the world ended, and the three of them thought they understood the habits of these Creatures’ by then, in all their travels together. But apparently, the Creatures still had tricks up their sleeves.

Rosie tried her best to load her bow, but it was hard to do while in motion. Asher was fortunately not as burdened as he lifted his rifle, fired, slid the handguard backward and forward, and fired again. However, he was still inefficient as he could only really aim for the largest parts of the Creatures while in motion. A head shot would have required him to stop, and they couldn't stop right now.

"Why the fuck are there four of them?!?" Rosie shouted, pulling out another arrow, her eyes wide in horror and confusion. Asher fired again, this time managing to hit a Creature square in the eyes. It dropped, lifeless. "They must’ve been stalking us!"

Montanha cursed, regretting his choice of bringing a blunt weapon that day. With only his axe, he couldn’t do anything while in motion. But he knew they couldn’t keep running; they were going to get tired soon. Montanha already felt the burning in both his lungs and his legs. They needed to strategize. “We can't take them all head-on!’ Montanha shouted, ‘We need to split up and outmaneuver them."

"I'll lead some of them away. You two head for that big library we saw earlier!" Asher said, agreeing with Montanha’s plan. Rosie, however, was not a fan of the idea. "No, we stick together!" she insisted.

"I'll be fine.’ Asher said, determination in his eyes, ‘Just go." Before she could protest further, Asher made a hard right and bolted down a side street. Two Creatures immediately split and were hot on his heels. Rosie and Montanha exchanged a brief look before dashing toward the nearby library, the remaining Creature pursuing them.

Bursting through the doors, Rosie and Montanha entered the abandoned library, slamming the doors behind them. They barricaded it with a heavy bookshelf, but the Creature pounded against it relentlessly. "This won't hold them for long," Montanha huffed out, trying to catch his breath. "We need to get to the roof. Maybe there might be something we can use up there."

Rosie nodded grimly. "Ok, let’s go." They hurried up the stairs, the Creature's pounding growing louder. As they reached the rooftop, Montanha's eyes fell on a large, rusted water tank balanced precariously on the edge. "That tank.’ Montanha said, pointing, ‘If we can push it over, it might take it out."

Rosie and Montanha positioned themselves behind the tank. With a nod, the two began to push against the water tank. It creaked and groaned, but eventually, the old rusty hinges gave in. Using all their strength, they pushed it toward the edge. With one final shove, the tank teetered, then toppled over the side, crashing down onto the street below and on top of the Creature with a thunderous impact.

It must have heard it coming, as the Creature moved to avoid it, barely dodging, losing its arm as it shrieked. The grey, viscoelastic fluid, that made up its insides quickly rushing out of the wound. The Creature's focus was now on its wound as it covered it with its remaining clawed hand. As it pressed against the wound, the grey ichor started to thicken and solidify, closing the hole in its socket.

Seizing the opportunity, Rosie grabbed an arrow from her holder, drew back on her string, and with deadly accuracy, let it fly. The arrow pierced the Creature’s head, and the thing collapsed. "We got them!" Rosie yelled, a look of relief flooding her features. Montanha nodded, looking equally relieved, "Nice shot." The two of them exchanged a high-five as they stood up on that rooftop and caught their breath.

Once they were able to recompose themselves, Montanha went a bit pale and looked at Rosie, "We need to find Asher and get out of here.”

. . .

Asher weaved through the narrow alleys, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He glanced back, seeing the Creatures’ gaining on him. His lungs were burning, and his legs ached as he kept going. He just had to lose them, then he could hopefully regroup with the others. It wasn’t the best plan, but it was the only one he had at the moment.

Luck was not on his side, however, as he found himself at the dead end of an alley, stopping him in his tracks. “Frack a cat!” Asher exclaimed. They had cornered him. Turning, he saw the two Creatures start to slowly approach, the mouths of their human faces stretched as far as they could go, just on the verge of tearing. One had sharp, refined teeth, while the other's jaw seemed to be composed entirely of broken femurs and humeri, jutting out of its mouth in fractured pieces with jagged edges.

Asher aimed his gun and shot at one, but his arms felt like jelly from the run and the terror he felt as they stalked, ever so slowly, towards him. The shot went wide, only grazing its cheek and making it stumble back, but the other was still closing in, undeterred, looking at him with a cold, empty expression. It swiped at him, snagging Asher’s jacket, cutting through the material, and slicing his flesh. Asher was forced to back up more into the corner. He stumbled a bit, falling on his butt, before he lifted his gun and took aim at the one that had just struck him.

He fired, hitting this one in the jaw and making it back off as well, only to have the first encroach on him again. Asher aimed again, but this time he heard the hollow clicks of his now-empty gun. He cursed, searching through his jacket pockets. Empty. Figures. He tucked the gun away, sliding it over his shoulder before he pulled out his large hunting knife. "Come on, you freaks," he muttered, gripping his knife tighter.

As soon as he says this, an arrow whizzed through the air and embedded itself in the back of one Creature's head, the Creature dropping instantly. Lifeless. Asher’s eyes widen in surprise. He looks back down the alley and see’s Rosie standing there, bow in hand, “Nice shot, Rosie!” he shouted, grinning.

Rosie smiles, but then her eyes widen in horror, “Watch out!” The remaining Creature lunged at Asher with a piercing scream. But before it could reach him, Montanha charged in from the side, fist drawn back. Then, like a freight train, Montanha punches it and sends the Creature sprawling to the ground. The impact was so forceful that the Creature's form convulsed, struggling to regain its balance as it dragged itself back on its feet.

Its efforts to regain its footing were cut short with a resounding thud as Montanha swung his axe down directly on its head. He split it right down the middle of its cranium, the thing’s body jerking violently and involuntarily before it suddenly stopped altogether, going limp under his axe. Only once it had fully gone limp and stayed that way did Montanha finally withdraw his axe, having to yank on it a bit as he had embedded it quite deeply.

Montanha turned to look at Asher, “Thought you could use a hand.” he said, grinning at Asher, his face covered in speckles of grey, semi-metallic, liquid. Asher sat on the ground speechless for just a moment, mouth agape as a dusting of a blush crossed his cheeks, “Y-yeah. Thanks Montanha.”  He stammered after a moment as he smiled up at him.

Montanha then looked him over with concern, “are you alright?” he asks softly as he was helped up, Asher couldn’t help but notice how easy it was for Montanha to lift him up, and he stumbled a bit, hands falling onto the taller man’s chest as he steadied himself. Asher found himself at eye level of Montanha’s broad and strong chest, and did his best not to stare as he quickly pulled himself away, “Yeah I'm fine, just got slashed in the arm good.”

“Let me see,” Montanha said as he gently took Asher's arm, gingerly rolling it over in his hands as he examined him. He was very gentle with his touch, which felt like a stark contrast to the sheer power Asher had just seen displayed only moments ago. Asher's breath hitched softly as he felt this contrast, and the blush spread further on his face. “It stings, but it's not agony.”

“Ok.” Montanha then shrugged off his backpack quickly and dug through it. He found a clean cloth and then, with much care, he wrapped it around the wound, tightening it to slow some of the bleeding. “We'll get this properly wrapped up with the bandages at camp later, but this should do for now, hopefully.” Montanha assured him, giving Asher another small smile.

Asher's heart seemed to skip several beats as he looked into those gorgeous chocolate-brown eyes before smiling back. “Thanks, Montanha. Maybe if I'm lucky, it'll be a cool scar to tell my kids about someday.” Montanha let out a short laugh. “Ha, yeah. Maybe one day if this apocalypse bullshit ever blows over.”

Rosie, running up to join the two of them, patted Asher on the back. "Glad we could find you. Thank God for snow and its ability to leave footprints! Now, let's get the hell out of here before more show up."

The two men nodded in agreement, and the three of them then made their way back through the snow-covered streets. As they walked, Rosie glanced at Asher. "Next time, we bring more ammo."