#Glowing Like The Metal|Dash Games

[moonlight-joy]

Prey in the Shadows

Fandom: Kraven the hunter

Summary: This intense tale of cat-and-mouse explores the thrill of fear and the balance of power between hunter and prey. Sergei’s relentless pursuit forces you to confront your own instincts and vulnerabilities, blending danger, trust, and the electric tension of his presence. As his lessons unfold, you’re left questioning whether this is a punishment, a game, or a deeper test of loyalty.

Pairing: Reader/Sergei Kravinoff

The streets are eerily quiet as you begin your walk home, the dim glow of streetlights casting long shadows. The cold night air nips at your skin, but what truly sends a chill down your spine is the unmistakable feeling of being watched. You can almost hear Sergei’s voice in your mind, low and laced with authority: "You should never break your promises, my prey."

The world around you sharpens—the rustling of leaves, the soft crunch of your footsteps, the distant hum of a car engine. Sergei’s training, his relentless hunting instincts, come flooding to mind. You know how he moves, silent and precise, like a ghost through the night. Every fiber of your being tells you to run, but to run would be to play directly into his game.

A twig snaps behind you. You whirl around, heart pounding, only to find empty darkness. Panic sets in as you realize Sergei is toying with you, allowing you to feel the vulnerability of prey in his sights.

“Keep moving,” his voice growls, deep and resonant, from somewhere in the shadows. “Let’s see if you can make it home.”

You force your legs to move, each step a battle against the icy grip of fear. You keep your eyes on the path ahead, scanning for any sign of movement, but Sergei is nowhere to be seen. A flicker of motion catches your eye—a shadow too fast to be anything but him. The streetlights above flicker as though they’re conspiring with him, casting fleeting glimpses of his presence.

“You can’t win this,” his voice whispers, closer now, impossibly close. “But you can try.”

Adrenaline surges through your veins. Against your better judgment, you start to run. The world blurs as you dash through the dark streets, your breath coming in sharp, shallow bursts. Every step echoes like a drumbeat, announcing your location to your pursuer.

And then, silence.

The absence of his voice, his steps, his presence is even more terrifying. You skid to a halt, heart hammering in your chest, and realize you’re no longer sure of the way home. The streetlights around you flicker and go dark, one by one, until you’re enveloped in shadow.

Then you hear it—soft, deliberate footsteps, circling you like a predator closing in on its prey.

“Lesson one,” Sergei’s voice growls, the sound coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. “Never let your guard down.”

You spin wildly, trying to locate him, but the darkness is absolute. A metallic scrape cuts through the silence, sharp and jarring, ahead of you. It sends a shiver down your spine. Before you can react, something flies past you—a blur—and crashes into a lamppost. The bulb explodes in a shower of sparks, plunging the street into deeper darkness.

“Lesson two,” Sergei murmurs, closer now. “Always know your surroundings.”

Your mind races, a cacophony of fear and Sergei’s relentless teachings. You move slowly, fighting every instinct to run, until his voice pierces through again, sharper and more commanding. “Run.”

You bolt. Your legs burn, your breath tears from your lungs, and the world narrows to the path ahead. But no matter how fast you go, you feel him closing in, his shadow stretching long and unrelenting behind you. You glance over your shoulder, and in that instant, you see him—tall, composed, and in complete control.

Sergei steps forward, blocking your path, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light. His voice is calm but carries the weight of finality. “Lesson three. You can’t escape me.”

You freeze, every muscle locking in place as he approaches, his presence overwhelming. He grips your arm, firm but not cruel, and leans in, his voice a low whisper. “Do you understand now? Why you don’t walk alone? Why you don’t break your promises?”

You nod, unable to speak, your breath coming in shallow gasps. Sergei steps back, his gaze still fixed on you as he gestures toward the path. “Go. If you make it home without me catching you, we’ll call it even.”

For a moment, you don’t move, paralyzed by fear and the weight of his words. But then his eyes narrow, and his voice sharpens. “Run.”

You don’t wait to be told again. You sprint into the darkness, Sergei’s laughter trailing behind you, the game far from over.

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[tsams-and-co-memes]

LAES Lunar Canon Info

Updated - 3/7/25

Lunar's likes:

Sour skittles, Smarty’s, and chewy chips ahoy

Beanbags

Things that glow in the dark

Metal music, as long as it’s still intelligible

Peaches and bananas

Comic books

Spider lily flowers

Space and astrology related things

Making an entrance

Spigot

Uncrustables

Kingdom Hearts

Anything sugary

Chainsaw Man

Sushi

Making himself smaller for other people (<- being small is a comfort thing for him)

Coffee (it's implied that he rarely, if ever, gets it though)

Tekken 8

Penguins

Friday Night Funkin

Bowser

My Chemical Romance

Wildberry poptarts

MLP (his favorite is Rainbow Dash)

Lunala and Pinchurchin (his favorite Pokémon)

His favorite expression of love is words of affirmation

Lunar's dislikes:

The ocean

Putting ice in his drinks

The color red

History. In his words, history sucks and is like the worst subject in school

The color yellow

Football

Eclipse (<- he's more indifferent to Eclipse now, more than anything else)

Bloodmoon

The creator

Jack (subject to change) (Lunar's cool with Jack now)

Peanut butter

Miscellaneous:

If Lunar gets too scared, he WILL cry

Unlike his brothers, he can eat food (<- retconned. They can all eat now)

When he is upset, anxious, tense, or getting scared, he makes a high pitched squeak sound that’s almost the equivalent of a whimper, but it sounds like a creaky door

His voice box has a concert hall sort of effect, in which a lot of reverb is added to whatever he says. There’s also another special function that lets him sound like he’s talking on an old radio station

He’s very sassy

He was originally made of nanomachines, before he was blown up by Eclipse

His birthday is August 11th

If he could have a pet, it’d be a chinchilla

He prefers showers over baths

He likes to act more childlike, although he himself is actually an adult

He has a habit of saying things that are very out of pocket

Lunar is slightly colorblind

He has weather based powers– namely wind and lightning (<- his powers are actually based on nature in general)

One of Lunar’s favorite games is Bloons TD6

His memory isn’t very good

Lunar doesn't wake up immediately and is groggy for a bit in the morning. He also screams every morning to help himself wake up more. His "wake up scream" also helps motivate him, too

It's implied that he watches Phineas and Ferb

He cleans himself via taking a sponge and scrubbing the metal parts of himself

Monty did design Lunar with the capability to change his clothes

Lunar's a sleep talker

Lunar can't read cursive, while Earth can

Lunar gets into a lot of trouble with small animals

When Lunar gets angry enough, he sounds more like Moon

He's good at math

He occasionally eavesdrops on Earth’s therapy sessions with people if he finds the person attending interesting at all

Lunar doesn't know how to read Morse code

Lunar's comfort food is chips, and he eats them when stressed

When Lunar had a tail, his tail apparently was sensitive

Lunar's not good at rhythm games

Lunar has a stomach hatch that opens sideways like a cabinet door

Lunar sometimes makes the kids dance in the daycare. He even dances with them

Lunar thinks Bowser "can get it"

Lunar could eat an entire crate of Nutella in 3 days, and his body would convert it into star power

Lunar doesn't watch R-rated movies

Lunar doesn't eat very much healthy food

Lunar is possibly Monty's smoking buddy

Lunar has a bedroom in Sun and Moon’s basement, then he has a separate room for napping

Lunar has a borderline addiction (?) to Nutella and even has a room he uses for the sole purpose of storing it

Lunar is pansexual, but doesn't currently know if he's polyamorous or not

If he could wear other clothes, Lunar would want sweatpants, baggy t-shirts, and at least one suit (for Earth's amusement, mostly. So she can pick him up and pretend he's her son or something). No matter what he wears though, he'd always have his hat

Lunar has a little private getaway in the woods that he goes to sometimes. Monty helped him build it

Lunar is non-binary and omniromantic

Lunar eats rice with his hands

Lunar doesn't clean up after himself

Lunar sometimes draws with his Nutella

Lunar's a lightweight drinker

Lunar's awful at scheduling things

[things-for-your-little-mindset]

things for a robot regressor? :3

Things for your robot regressor ( !💿💾! )

Foods & drinks …

Byte-Sized Sandwiches – Tiny sandwiches made with mini bread slices or crackers

Gear Gummies – Fruit gummies shaped like gears or rings (Lifesavers work well too!).

Robot Wires – Pull-apart licorice (like Twizzlers) to look like colorful robot wires

Metallic Popcorn – Popcorn with a little edible silver or gold glitter powder to look metallic!

Glowing Gelatin – Blue or green Jello cut into squares for a "glowing energy" effect.

Bright ramune sodas – flavors like melon, classic, and peach make for great days!

Blue raspberry lemonade – store bought or homemade, either works!

Neon Milk – Regular milk with a tiny drop of food coloring to make it look "charged up."

outfit ideas !

Gray or futuristic pajamas

soft, comfy robot pjs.

slippers made to look like robot feet! Or in a bright color.

soft, comfortable silver dresses.

oversized gray sweaters with colorful buttons (drawn on, or sewn on!)

dress shirts with colorful buttons

Tie-dye shirts in comfortable, bright colors.

metal-colored shoes with circuit patterns

ACTIVITIES

= Build-A-Bot – Use LEGO, magnetic tiles, or recycled materials (cardboard, foil, bottle caps) to create your own robot!

= Design a Control Panel – Draw buttons, screens, and switches on paper or use stickers to make your own robot dashboard.

= DIY Circuit Board Art – Draw pretend circuit boards with markers or use metallic stickers for a cool, futuristic look.

= Robot Costume Making – Use boxes, foil, and tape to create your own wearable robot armor.

= Code Your Own Dance Moves – Make a "robot dance routine" by writing simple step-by-step commands for yourself to follow!

= Invent a Robot Language – Create fun robotic sounds or a simple "beep-boop" code to talk in!

= Decorate Your Charging Station – Make a cozy "charging pod" with blankets and pillows where you can rest and "recharge."

Games (new addition!)

Roblox games such as cozmo and friends: team battle, robot simulator 2, Natural disaster survival games, or even just roleplay games where you can dress up as a robot or robotic character!

Minecraft with robotic addons or with friends to do robotic roleplays with!

Geometry dash

mimo: learn coding

any coding website

Beat maker pro

Block Blast

Screw it out

songs and playlists

I want to be a machine - the living tombstone

eeeaaaooo - shadowstep

Playlist by me

Playlist by 5-tar

Superstar - toy box

Harder, better, faster, stronger - Daft Punk

Dr. Gaster - shadrow

Playlist by The Hank Tapedeck

[robinette-green]

TW: Blood/nose-bleeds

How would Sun and Moon (both human and animatronic) feel/react to the reader having nose-bleeds?? Especially when it’s the first time they see reader have ‘em. As someone who has a lot of them, and quite frequently too, I have wondered about this, quite a lot

And I’ll completely understand if you don’t want to answer, this is (in many ways) a weird question, I’m just curious is all

I don’t think it’s a weird question! (I used to get nose bleeds a lot when I was younger so I know how it goes 😅)

Human Sun (Solaris): He’d panic. Depending on the AU, Solaris usually has a handkerchief on him and would fumble for it frantically before gently taking MC’s face into his hands and holding the kerchief to their nose all the while babbling about how everything would be alright.

“A-AH! Hold on! I have a-! Here it is! Here! Keep your head down! It’ll be okay! Promise! Did you hit your nose? What happened? Everything’s going to be alright! W-we’ll get the bleeding to stop and then get you cleaned up! Oh dear.”

(Meanwhile MC probably had it handled and is bemused at Solaris’s panic.)

Animatronic Sun: This Sun would also panic. Rays shooting out in shock before pulling in in destress. He’s got tissues for when the little ones have runny noses and would scramble to get them.

“DEWDROP! Y-you’re bleeding! I’ve got- I have! Where did I put them! Here! Oh! Try not to get any blood on the floor! Tilt your head forward! Come sit over here! It’s okay! Are you okay? It’ll be okay!”

(Sun’s biggest worry is you but he’s also a little concerned about any blood that gets on anything. It is a bio hazard)

Human Moon (Lucien): He’s panicking but doing his best not to let it show. Lucien would probably take MC’s face into his hands and look for any damage or distress before finding something to stanch the flow of blood.

“What have you done to yourself. Come here, let me see.” He’d use a calm voice and if MC was upset he’d provide forehead kisses and murmur reassurances.

Actually he’d probably provide forehead kisses anyway. His silly little starlight started to bleed out of nowhere.

Animatronic Moon:

I wrote a little bit about Animatronic Moon handling a Reader nose bleed in A Door You’re Unable to Close (though it’s brought on by MC slamming face first into a play structure)

I’ll slip that down below.

I cowered on the floor, hands clamped over my ears as Sun struggled and screamed, his shift over to Moon a painful one as Sun fought to prevent it.

It took longer than I would have liked to kick myself to move. Sun's scream turned into a growl as I forced my legs underneath me and scrabbled at the floor to pull myself into a run.

"You're up past your bedtime."

I didn't chance a look as I ran for the closest play structure. Moon's voice was as raspy and creepy as it was in the game. There was a faint red glow behind me, then with an evil giggle, it was suddenly gone as Moon, presumably, using his cord to lift into the air.

Dashing across the floor to the nearest play set, Moon dropped in front of me, and I had to skid to a stop and change directions.

I could barely see the padded floor before me in the dark, so I didn't see the kiddie chair set to the side until I'd tripped over it.

I was sent flying into one of the plastic walls of a play structure with a yelp. Smacking into it face first, pain rocketed up my nose accompanied by a metallic smell.

This was pathetic. I was going to be caught, and I hadn't even made it into a structure.

Slowly, I sat up, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as pain radiated from my poor nose.

A whimper left me as I lifted my hand to my nose and found that hot, sticky liquid was trickling down my face. Was that blood? Had I broken it?

Then Moon landed next to me, and I panicked, scrambling away with a pathetic panicking noise.

On my hands and knees, I dove for one of the tubes at ground level but got stuck, back hitting the top of the tube. I'd have to slide through on my stomach if I wanted to get any further, but I wasn't given the chance.

"Stop. You'll hurt yourself more."

Large hands easily halted my escape, snagging me around the middle and lifting me out of the tube and into the air.

"N-NO!" I yelped, covering my nose and squeezing my eyes shut.

Moon had caught me so easily. There'd been no chase; I'd just immediately put myself out of commission. Would he kill me now? Choke me to death like he did in some of the fan fictions I'd read? Maybe he'd take me to Vanny, and she'd kill me.

Tears were pouring down my face now, body trembling, blood dripping into my hands from my throbbing nose, convinced that this would be my end. I'd lost the game so quickly, and there were no save files I could switch to.

Carefully, the hands holding me set me down on the edge of the security desktop.

My eyes flew open, and I looked up, confused and scared, into red eyes. With a soft, comforting noise, Moon carefully pulled my hands away from my face. I struggled, but the animatronic was much too strong.

"Let me see what you've done," Moon murmured, his red eyes flicking over the tears and blood.

A flash of blue light blinded me in the dark, leaving me squinting with an afterimage left in my eyes.

"You didn't break it, but I'm sure it hurts."

I was having a really hard time processing what was going on. Moon wasn't trying to kill me. Instead, he was caring for me as though I was a small child who had had a tumble.

I did have a rather nasty tumble, but I wasn't a child.

Though I am crying like one… and my nose really hurts.

"I-if you're not going to hurt me, t-then why aren't you allowed to come out anymore?" I asked, voice muffled from my messed up nose.

Moon just stared at me. That was probably not what he'd expected me to say in this situation.

"Stay." He instructed before vanishing into the dark.

He didn't answer my question.

If Moon wasn't dangerous, why had Sun tried so hard to keep him contained? Or maybe switching between the two hurts, and that was all that was to it? But Sun seemed too nervous about the lights for that to be the only thing. I was missing something. Had something happened that made Faz co. forbid Moon from coming out with anyone in the daycare? That would explain the generators. But what had happened?

Hugging myself, I trembled on the desktop, adrenaline still coursing through my body as I came down from my scare, blood dripping onto my knees as I let it flow, not wanting the hot red gross to flow down my throat.

"Here." A paper towel was gently held to my nose, and I flinched, having not seen or heard Moon's approach.

"Head down till the bleeding stops, then we'll use a cold pack on your nose for a bit to help with the swelling."

Holding the paper towel to my nose, I did as instructed and tilted my head down. Moon was standing just to the side of me, crouched slightly, his face plate level with my head, as he reached up to rub my back with one of his massive hands comfortingly. The stars on his puffy jester pants and the little nightcap on his head were glowing faintly in the dark.

"Thanks…" I mumbled.

Moon said nothing, continuing to watch me, hand still on my back. We sat there in silence until my nose stopped bleeding, then Moon brought me the cold pack I'd been using on my shoulders.

[guapitas]

The Unwinding (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Chapter Three: The King of Genovia

Read chapters one and two [:

Rated: Mature

Word Count: 4.5k

Summary: It's the first quidditch game of the term- Slytherin versus Hufflepuff- and things get active, though not particularly in the way you expected. And in the midst of it all is, of course, your new acquaintance, Draco Malfoy. (See the overarching summary for the future of this fic, here.)

Warnings: Language, kind of brutal/violent imagery? nothing too crazy but can still be a tad disturbing to picture

There are only six official quidditch matches in a single term, and twelve in one academic year. In their minimal numbers, and in the spirit of house solidarity, every game is an unavoidable event. 

The cheers and roars of thousands drown into one another as you hurry up the stands and find your seat. Students, faculty, and families overflow the bleachers and just fall short of packing into each other like sardines. It only takes a couple seconds for your ears to adjust.

A dimming pink sky hovers above the benches and, further down, the giant quidditch field. High at the top of the stairs, a few rows in front of the very last, your saved spot awaits. Next to it are Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom. They’re wrapped up in matching black coats and yellow striped scarves, and a cap in the shape of a badger sits snug on Luna’s head. 

“You’re here!” says Luna, beaming over at you, as you slip through the string of people and sit on the other side of Neville. 

“I haven’t missed anything important, have I?” You pass down two twisted churros, nearly double the size of your forearm and dusted with sugar and cinnamon. A third one, for yourself, multifunctions as a heater for your icy hands. 

Neville gives one to Luna and shakes his head. “Nothing at all; they’ve only just begun. Thanks by the way.” 

Sure enough, the howls of the crowd have been following along with the rush of the game. From this distance, you can scarcely make out Cedric zipping around on his broomstick, on the lookout, and dodging any metal projectiles that plummet in his direction. On the other side of the field, and in her green uniform, Marla is the one swinging at him. Her hair is bundled up into a ponytail and whips in the wind as she dashes for a good hit. 

Though in coordination with the rest of their teams, it’s clear who the stars of the show are– who have been for the past few years. Quidditch members join and leave, but for as long as you’ve attended the University– even back when Marla was a seeker, in her first year– the showdown between Marla and Cedric, Slytherin and Hufflepuff, has remained highly anticipated. 

As of now, Hufflepuff is up by twenty points. You’re never entirely certain about what’s happening during a quidditch match, but you let the excitement consume you, and you tune in whenever the commentator mentions a recognizable name. 

“Rinds must’ve been prepping that arm all Summer– woah, but not the aim! She just barely misses Diggory!” A third year Gryffindor broadcasts her narration of the highlights, voice booming via an amplification charm. “And Adams blocks the quaffle excellently! Hufflepuff will have to try harder than that.” 

It’s a routine you’ve been through before. All you really care about is who wins and, therefore, how the rest of the night will go. Which of your friends will be the one gloating for the rest of the season? You secretly hope it’s Marla— because of Slytherin pride, of course, and how excellently she glows after a victory. 

“Diggory is way too sly! I know a Snitch hates to see him coming! Where is this guy’s professional contract?” 

The reality of her words nearly makes you laugh as you take a bite of the churro. You can already imagine that Cedric will bring it up later, asking the very same question. With the inevitable graduation that awaits him at the end of the year, scouts have their eyes on him for sure. 

And just when you think you’ve managed to prevent the awaiting intrusion in the back of your mind, he finds a way in without even trying.

“But he’s not alone! Slytherin’s new Seeker is impossible to tie down, thee Draco Malfoy! He’s ducking and weaving and those Bludgers just can’t keep up!” 

No wonder your eyes hadn’t found him yet. As announced, Draco flashes through the field in a blur, only ever slowing to get a feel for where the Snitch might be, and never for long. He’s more difficult to trace than Marla or even Cedric, but you try anyway. 

The Bludgers soar in every direction, and in the midst of it all, the zip of Draco’s broomstick darts him upwards, then downwards again. He does laps high and low around the stadium and evades every attempt at sabotage. 

“Ten points for Slytherin! Could this be their comeback?” 

In the heat of his speed, Draco vanishes into the arena and out of your eyesight. The commentator— Analise, you think her name is— says something about the strong arm on Slytherin’s other Beater, Henry Selwyn. His Bludger chips the end of Cedric’s broom and knocks him off his axis. The crowd– including you– pushes forward in their seats and locks their gaze onto Cedric as he spins himself steady again. 

Slytherin ties up the score. With how close the game has been thus far, the final win might be up to the Seekers. This isn’t anything particularly out of the ordinary— but, for instance, if pit against Gryffindor, it wouldn’t be so unfathomable for Slytherin to be up 150 points. In that case, regardless of a Snitch, the win is inevitable. But this is not the case now. 

The audience seems to recognize this and hooks onto every move that Cedric and Draco make. And Draco does in fact come out of the woodworks again— luring in your gaze like a black hole. Even from afar, you can note the wind that pushes through the blonde blob on his head. It’s thick and out of his face as he whizzes around. 

Luna tilts over Neville to grab your attention. “I didn’t know Draco Malfoy joined the team.” 

“Me neither,” you say with a shrug, “I only found out this week. He told me after we met up for an assignment.” 

Neville’s shoulder, pressed against yours, stiffens at this. His posture straightens and you meet his side glance. “You should be careful hanging around that Malfoy. He’s never been any good.” 

This almost makes you laugh— as if Draco hadn’t been nearly knocked over by Flora, a pixie the length of his hand, the other day. You aren’t terribly afraid. Though, in reflection of his previous involvements, you nod. “I will, but it’s just for our class, anyway. Nothing too serious.” 

“I think he’s good for the quidditch team.” says Luna, smiling at you before she sits back again. 

The game is not much different than when your eyes left it. Both teams hash out their goals and blocks, frequently tying and breaking, and then retying the score. And whilst Draco is unreachable via sight again, another Slytherin member catches your eye. Selwyn, you’re able to make out. 

Rather than flying around to get an angle on Cedric, Selwyn hovers off to the side. Marla has left him, more concerned with the game at hand, but he doesn’t move an inch. It’s uncanny, even from your seat. 

And then his broom jolts— not much, not enough to throw him off, but it twitches. It jerks itself ever so slightly, and his body lurches with it, but in the heat of the game, you aren’t sure if anyone else has noticed at all.

Analise’s voice rumbles, “Does Malfoy see something? He’s sure sitting around longer than usual!”

On either side of the field, a Slytherin has locked in on their target. 

Draco dives downwards, rushing to his destination, and Selwyn, jagged and neurotic, dashes across to the other players. It takes him all of two seconds to hit his mark and smack straight into Cedric. 

“Foul! Foul! Hands off the Seeker, Selwyn!” 

The outburst staggers the rest of the players, but Selwyn doesn’t stop. When Cedric manages to escape a repeat of his impact, Selwyn rushes back in. He’s relentless, and although too far to hear, you can see the unnatural shivers of his shoulders and neck. He incessantly reaches out to grab Cedric with every collision– his clothes, his limbs, his broom– and yanks with all of his might. 

You’re tumbling down the stairs before you can even think. With a partially-eaten churro in hand, you push through baffled crowds until you meet a railway. There’s already a mass of people leaning over the edges to get a better look. You follow in suit, the steel bar cool to the touch when security guards mount their brooms and grapple onto Selwyn. From this position, the foggy delusion in his face is palpable, until he’s practically foaming at the mouth. 

And when the two guards aren’t enough to hold him back, Selwyn rams into Cedric for a final time. The top of his head meets Cedric’s cheek and, as he pushes upwards, the front end of his broomstick jabs center into a ribcage. The impact knocks Cedric off his broomstick. He free falls down onto the turf grass, too fast for your eyes to catch and, in a frenzy, the last thing you see is Marla casting some spell before you’re sprinting down to the field. 

Selwyn is in restraints by the time you hit the sidelines. In handcuffs you can only assume are enchanted, his body convulses. His speech isn’t legible, and even the head nurse on standby is wary of getting close. 

Analise says something about the game for the curious fans, but your attention is elsewhere as you run off to meet Marla and another nurse at Cedric’s side. Blood trickles down from a cut on his cheek and the corner of his mouth. He doesn’t meet your eyes, particularly because his are pinched shut with a grimace. His body curls up against the ground, arms tight across his torso. 

“Cedric! How is he?” You ask, frantic, unable to touch him. 

The nurse on hand is quick with her surface assessments and preparations. “Broken ribs, fractured scapula. Perhaps a concussion with the way his head hit the ground. Extensive trauma on the body. He’s lucky to even be conscious, thankfully for Miss Marla’s interference.” 

Marla shakes her head and tucks her chin into her bent knees, one arm wrapped to keep them against her chest, and the other gentle on Cedric’s shoulder. A trickle of sweat slides down her temple and she’s panting, fresh from the game and undergoing an entirely different level of exhilaration, no doubt. There’s no time to catch a breath. 

The nurse continues, “I can mend the bones here, but we’ll have to take him in anyway so as to get a proper look at his injuries.” 

In the same moment that Selwyn is escorted off the field, still holding his own despite the strength of handcuffs and three bulky men, a gurney is whisked over for Cedric. A contorted angle pokes unnaturally against the thick fabric of his uniform, protruding out through the upper left of his back, enough to catch from your perspective. 

“But he’ll be okay?” Your voice leaves you when Cedric groans, writhing and wincing as he’s lifted onto the bed. He still hasn’t opened his eyes. 

“He’ll be okay,” the nurse reassures you, which would be promising if not for the agonizing shriek that echoes across the stadium when she waves her wand, and a crack snaps his ribs back into place. His mouth clamps back shut and fast, ragged puffs of air inhale and exhale through his nose. 

Besides the occasional twinge of his body and breath, Cedric is silent throughout the trip to the on-campus infirmary. The nurse is calm, but the air between you, Marla, and Cedric’s stiffness sends a spark up your numb arms. He contorts his back against the rolling bed like he’s chasing an inch of relief. 

It’s a short journey, and the silence should give you time to actually think about what’s happened, but you don’t. You actually have no idea how you even got here, no recollection of the time between where you sat with Luna and Neville, and when you were down on the field. Hell, all you can remember is the flashes of Henry Selwyn digging into the crevices of Cedric’s body, and shin guards burrowing with savagery and– well, it’s way more than you want to mull over.

The wind comes to an abrupt stop when you get inside the building, and you snap back into the world as the sensations return to your skin. Until he’s properly inspected, you and Marla can only stay in the hallway. 

Marla’s head bumps back against the wall and her eyes fall shut. “I don’t even know what happened.”

“It was.. so fast. I hope Ced is alright,” you say. 

“I mean, why would Selwyn even do that? What the hell?” 

A heavy, erratic series of pants echo through the corridor, accompanied by wheels speeding on the tile. With wrists now tied to a gurney’s handlebars, a worker rolls Henry Selwyn in your direction and turns into the room across from Cedric. Henry is no longer unhinged, but with eyes blown out and his head lolled over like dead weight, you can’t decide if this is any better. 

In just another moment, Draco Malfoy comes down the turn with one more faculty member. He’s still clad in the Slytherin uniform, short of the Firebolt. His eyes meet yours, but nobody says a word as he’s similarly instructed to wait for Selwyn’s check up. 

Marla holds a hand up to the side of her head and takes a deep breath when Draco lingers around. If anyone had played well enough today to impress Marla, the delight was long gone— torn apart by the night’s disturbance. Selwyn’s appearance at the infirmary is the icing on the cake, and Draco must be the sprinkles. 

You don’t know how long you stare at the ground, to shield your eyes from the big, white ceiling lights, and fascinated by the direction in which shoes are pointed– Draco’s are toward an opposing wall, while you and Marla’s face each other. And you do know that the nauseating scent of sterility is only achievable in an infirmary, and that Draco’s presence only reminds you of the stupid churro, still lame in your hands and dropping sprinkles of cinnamon dust on the floor. 

Merlin, you should say something– anything! The silence is too thick and you want to ask why Draco is here at all, but when you open your mouth to speak, the primary nurse steps out of Cedric’s room. All three heads whip up, and Marla’s on the move in the second that you get the go-ahead. 

The already-blinding fluorescent lights brighten at your very first step in, and propped up against two or three pillows, Cedric’s eyes are finally open. He smiles at the sight of you two, lazy, under some pain-reduction charm. Brown, drenched and air-dried hair splays along his forehead.  

“You came! I can’t believe it.” He looks at the nurses with awe. “They really came!” 

“Of course we did,” says Marla, like nothing has ever been more obvious. She stands at the side of his bed and turns to the primary nurse, Madame Amani. “How is he?” 

Madame Amani shakes her head, “He’ll be perfectly fine. Why, there’s not much that some charms and potions can’t fix, is there?” Her quill, mid-air, scribbles something down on a piece of parchment. “But he will certainly need some rest! We’ll have to keep him here for a few nights, at least. Mister Diggory took quite the tumble— and quite the hits, no less!” 

“Speaking of that,” you intervene, “why did Henry get so aggressive? Do we know?” 

Amani falters and glances out into the hallway, “He’s being looked at now, but from what I can see…” her voice drops to a hush, “Henry Selwyn is not quite himself tonight.” 

A lingering silence sets in before Amani can divert the room with a smile again, “In any case, I should go see him now.” 

“I know it’s past visiting hours, Madame Amani, but can we stay with Cedric for a while longer?” Marla says. 

“That is indeed something I can permit, but only if you two can do me a great favor.” The floating parchment and quill slip into the pocket of her dress. “I will have nurses do routine checks, but in the meantime, it is necessary that Mister Diggory here stays awake until we can ensure the stability of his neurological health. I only ask that you entertain him for the time being, and make sure that he gets his physical rest.” 

The task is easy enough, and once the door shuts behind the posse of nurses, Marla takes over. She does a walk around Cedric’s bed with crossed arms. They watch each other and, despite the effects of his medication, Cedric’s gaze is utterly blank. You lean back against a wall, near the door, to watch the scene unfold. 

“What’s your full name and academic house?” 

“Cedric Diggory. Hufflepuff.”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-three. Y’think that you’re accomplishing anything that the nurses haven’t?” He laughs when Marla visibly refrains from smacking him upside the head. 

In a window past their bickering, a sliver of moonlight peeks through the drapes. The medical wing on campus is not any more comforting than a typical hospital– muggle or otherwise– but the reminder of the outside world, alongside the company that leaves no silence to fill the air, puts your heart at ease. You wipe a free, damp palm on the side of your thigh and tune back in. 

“And what’s your current location?”

“Huh. It must be Romania– no, wait, Spain. Miami, Florida? Am I getting warmer?” The tilt of Cedric’s head meets Marla’s unenthusiasm. He suddenly gasps, body jolting only in the slightest as he plasters on a grin, “No! We’re in Genovia, aren’t we?”

The Princess Diaries? A beat of silence ensues, until their heads turn at the snort that erupts from you. It gets a smile out of Marla until all three of you are in a fit of giggles. Marla’s arms drop, and you push forward off the wall, accusatory. “I knew you liked those films!” 

“What can I say? I’m a proper sucker for a feel-good,” says Cedric as he leans his head back onto the stack of cushions. He moves his feet aside so Marla can sit at the end of his bed. “We should rewatch ‘em soon. While I’m on bedrest.”

“You’re an idiot,” Marla says, “No wonder Selwyn went after you. He was trying to do us a favor, I bet.”

“Oh, I reckon he was. Too bad he was all brawn and no brain. Typical Slytherin behavior, really.”

If he weren’t in the literal infirmary for body and head trauma, you and Marla would’ve given him all the shit for a snide comment toward Slytherin– but he was, so you didn’t. Instead, with a couple of eye rolls, you warn him in jest. “Watch it. A sick bed won’t protect you forever.” 

“Yeah, I’ll watch my back.. Why are you holding that churro?” 

Oh, that old thing. It’s far past cold in your hand now, but still soft beneath your fingers. You shrug and put it down on a little faux marble pull-out table next to the head of the bed, protected by the paper. “For you, from El Mago Dulce, if you get hungry. Don’t mind that it’s half-eaten.” 

And in a blip of another silence, a muffled wail stuffs itself through the doorway, and presumably from across the hall. It’s a short cry, but in anguish, and it simmers even in an entirely different room. 

Marla speaks up first. “Bloody Selwyn, I hope he’s alright. At least he has Malfoy to keep him company.”

“Malfoy’s here?” Cedric scoffs, “I guess he must’ve had something to do with it, then. He wanted to guarantee a win for his first game?” 

“Hey,” you say, before you can even think of a possible defense, “whatever Selwyn has going on… it seems personal. Probably not Draco-related.” 

“Right, nearly killing me was just personal for Selwyn. Y’know, we took a Charms class together last term. Sat right next to the bloke..” He goes for the pitiful churro but yanks his hand right back beneath the sheets when Marla chastises him. 

Her head then dips over towards you. “Why else would Malfoy be here?” 

“Don’t know.” You look at the door and imagine the other side of it, where Draco was, only a few minutes ago. The face he had on was unreadable then, albeit with how little you managed to see of it. “Maybe I could go figure it out?” 

And for some reason, it’s as if you’ve grown a second head with the way two pairs of eyes gape at you. The pinch in Cedric’s brows has your chest go tight, like you’ve done something wrong. 

“Since you’re such good friends with him now?” He says. 

“Well, I wouldn’t say we’re friends, but he’s my Div partner. And we just had that assignment, remember?” It only takes a second of their idle lull for you to dig your own grave, and you really aren’t quite sure as to why you have the shovel at all. “I mean, we’d just have a chat. No harm in seeing what’s going on.” 

Cedric’s nails rake up into his hair, massaging his scalp. “I think I’ve gone delirious. What drugs have they given me?” But he seems to agree with your judgment, despite the reservations. “On your way back, could you ask a nurse if I’m alright to eat? Please? That churro is calling my name.” 

It takes a moment for you to actually move, because really, what are you doing? Is this simply a nosy endeavor, or a pursuit of actual peace of mind for your friend? You begrudgingly consider that maybe it’s just an excuse to talk to your new acquaintance. When Cedric turns his attention elsewhere, and Marla’s curious eyes hold yours, you become comfortable with the fact that it might be all three, and you slip out the door. 

You wind up stumbling backwards into a click shut when Draco is exactly where you left him, braced up against the opposing wall, next to Selwyn’s door. The full flesh of his forehead is exposed with his hair pushed back, combed out and divided like his fingers have been scraping through it. With arms crossed at his chest and his head tilted back, the disturbance arouses him until he opens his eyes and stands up straight again. The protective guards on his forearms clink with motion. 

“Hello,” he says and plants his feet into a single stance. The long flaps of his quidditch cloak push back as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his trousers.  

“Hey.”

Are the walls very thin? You’re increasingly paranoid that Marla or Cedric might want to listen in on the conversation if it's convenient– not that you intend on saying anything odd, but your skin is going hot anyway. And now, basking in the overhead lights and the vast nothingness of an infirmary hallway, you are, of course, acutely aware of everything. 

From the hug of your jeans and the thick of your coat where it overlaps your jumper, you wonder if the colors clash.. No, they definitely don’t. Right? Whatever, the hour alone you spent before leaving your dorm couldn’t have been for nothing. You were so sure then, but now, under Draco’s silent gaze, the stupid, vain self-consciousness creeps up on you— and you don’t have the time to pinpoint why. 

When there’s no further push on his end to pursue a talk, you have no choice but to cast the first stone. The question isn’t supposed to come out as forward as it does. “What are you doing here?”

“What, is Draco Malfoy making the front page for visiting a teammate?” He scoffs a little to himself and looks to the side, down the barren corridor, with a scowl. “This was a shit idea anyway. I should go before the nurses come back out.”

“No, I mean– well, I don’t know.” Exasperated and digging that grave again, your hands work overtime to try and find the words for you. They flail around and wring each other out as you speak. “I thought maybe you’d still be at the game, finishing up… I just didn’t know you were good mates with Henry, is all.”

He shrugs, the frown dissipating as his head rolls back around to face you again. “We’re not mates. I only wanted to check up on him.” There’s a pause as one of his hands pulls up to rub the back of his neck, arching it in the opposite direction until strands of his hair fall out of place. “And the game’s over anyway. I caught the snitch when it happened.”

“Oh, congratulations.” 

“Sure. It’s your house as well.”

“Right. What a fun celebration we’re having.” You hope he doesn’t notice how your hands are driving you mad. They’re useless and unwarranted until you wisen up and trap them in the deep pockets of your coat. 

Did the crowd celebrate when Slytherin won? Had Cedric hit the ground by the time Draco secured the victory? When did Draco know? Frivolous questions that, once again, there’s no room for. Now that the nurses are still not done assessing Henry, you want to keep the ball rolling with Draco before they can interrupt. 

When he takes too long to say anything else, you ask, “Do you know what happened to Henry?” 

“No.” His mouth quirks to the left like he’s biting the inside of his cheek. “But he was sick before the game, he wasn’t feeling well, or something.” 

“Like he had a cold?” 

“A fever, more like. He’s had some kind of flu the past week… Showed up to every practice though. Insisted on playing.” He tilts his head over to Henry’s closed door. “And look at him now. Shame.” 

Damn. Could a fever have riled him up that badly? It’s possible, you suppose, under the right circumstances. If you were ill, pumped with caffeine and adrenaline, and tumbling through the air on a fucking broomstick, you might be tempted to do the same. He might’ve been under a lot of pressure, after all. 

An image of Cedric, twisted up on the quidditch field with red smears on his face finds its way back to you, and you aren’t sure anything could validate that. You’re upset with Selwyn all over again. 

But before you can navigate what this might mean with Draco, Henry’s door opens, and Madame Amani peeks out. She beckons for Draco to come in, then turns to you in inquiry, but you shoot down the offer. You propose Cedric’s request for permission-to-eat. 

Through the gap of the door, Henry Selwyn is still fixed to a bed. Only for a second do you get a glimpse of his head, bent backwards onto the pillows and ran pale. His eyes are wide open and aghast, with drops of– what you assume is– sweat rolling down his forehead. 

There’s no chance to linger when Draco spares you a turn-back glance and a nod, then follows Amani into the room. And even with the door shut, you can still picture Henry’s body, limp and brainless, until the hairs of your arms go pin straight. 

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Summary: Demon Dabi is summoned

Pairing: Demon!Dabi & Gen Reader

Content Warning: Drinking, Implied Death, SFW

Word Count: 666

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: Yes I did make it 666 words on purpose :D

This is for a Halloween Challenge in one of the communities here on Tumblr. I used four prompts from the challenge, plus my own for funsies, so I'll be posting every Thursday up to and including Halloween.

Prompt: Demon & Bonfire

Happy Halloween and Enjoy!💕

My Masterlist

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The cold, dark night is made bright and warm from the bonfire in the middle of the clearing, the crackles of the orange flames joining the laughter and chatter of you and your friends in the otherwise silent woods.

As a bit of R&R, you all decided to go camping out here, and what better way to enjoy camping than sitting around the bonfire telling ghost stories, drinking and being stupid. And being stupid, you all decide to play games.

Someone brings up the tale of if you're in front of a big open flame like the bonfire, and you say a demon's name three times while throwing salt into the flames, it will appear. You may feel a presence.

Some of you call bullshit, some of you refuse to participate, some of you beg them not to do it.

They do it anyway.

The one who brought it up in the first place is the one to do it. He's of course cocky about it, because well, it's just a stupid story made up to scare people. It's not like it's actually going to work.

"Dabi" he says, all drunken confidence, with a hint of playfulness, dashing salt into the flame. "Dabi." Another dash, "Dabi.", and another.

At first, nothing happens other than the flame turning slightly more yellow. The guy laughs drunkenly, swaying on his feet.

Just as someone says, "See? Bullshit.", the entire fire extinguishes, all at once, all on it's own. You all gasp and squeak and curse, and then the fire suddenly roars to life again, bigger, brighter and a brilliant blue.

You all scream.

Among the panic, someone hears something, shushing you all.

"You guys hear that?" Her voice trembles as she hopes it was just her imagination.

But now you can hear it.

A quiet but incessant clanging of metal in the silence, gradually getting louder, faster, closer.

Until it abruptly stops.

The wind howls, the flames dance wildly, slowly forming a swirling vortex in the shape of a tornado, licks of fire lashing around it. Within it, a silhouette forms, seeming to flicker; the fire seeming to burn brighter, hotter, crackling louder. You skin twinges with the heat, beads of sweat trickle down your face and neck.

And then the fire vanishes, and in its place, there stands.....something.

With the moonlight now as your only source of light, the only things visible of your new addition are the shape of long horns curved to the sky and what seems to be staples in its face glinting in the low light of the moon,

You're all petrified. Completely unable to move with the pure terror saturating your very bones.

And then you hear a laugh.

Low and deep and dark.

Sinister.

It turns your heart to ice, your lungs to ash, your brain to slush.

You feel the blood drain from your face, the tremble of your limbs, the dryness of your mouth.

This thing is very obviously not human.

As if hearing your thoughts, it's eyes snap open, and you hear one of your friends choke on a gasp.

Blue, blue, blue.

The bright azure of his eyes are gorgeous, like looking into gems, into the fire that blazed moments ago, as they seem to glow.

That terrifying gaze traces over you all oh so slowly, slitted pupils making it that more piercing, before finally landing on you.

A flicker of that pretty blue flame comes to life again in his palm, and it illuminates his features hellishly.

The light reflects off of his staples like glitter, swaths of discolored skin contrasting against the pale, unblemished skin.

Of course, the most terrifying thing, is his smile, though it seems like a stretch to even call it that, seeming more like a baring of teeth.

Wide to the point of pulling at the staples, rows of sharp teeth on display.

It's the last thing you see before all you know is heat and pain and silence.

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[raccoonfallsharder]

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rating: varies | no use of y/n | rocket x reader | oneshots | word count: varies. maple sugar & pumpkin-spice for your autumnal reading pleasure...

𖡼𖤣𖥧.ೃ࿔*:･ cold hands, warm thighs | spice | comics | 5,122 words. 𖥧𖤣༉˖°‧₊˚ ⋅ mitten aesthetic | fluff | mcu | 8,415 words. ☾༄˖°.･₊⋆ bookshop at the end of the universe | smut | eidos | 9,157 words.

cold hands, warm thighs. 𖡼𖤣𖥧.ೃ࿔*:･ spice | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshot | word count: 5,122.

the best thing about landing on cold planets is the warming-up part afterward. for @/leresq. WARNINGS/CONTEXT: comics-based (mostly ewing; dash of skottie young). just like, a ton of midgrade smoulder. implications of sexual activity. mentions of space-princesses of multiple genders (including you). rocket calls reader sweetheart 3x. [COMPLETE 11/18]

He suddenly realizes he’s making a show of it — of being cold. Doesn’t bother to comment on the worse-chill in his ears, focusing instead on briskly rubbing the hands you can see. Conning you. And sure enough — predictable — you tsk again when you turn back toward him, your eyes all worried and fastened on his dark hands. There’s the scuffling sound of chair-legs against the metal floor as you pull out your own seat and station yourself across from him: gently grasping his wrists with your fingers and rubbing your thumbs along the inner wells of his palms, pressing your lips and your breath first to his knuckles, and then to his pulsepoints.

mitten aesthetic.𖥧𖤣༉˖₊˚⋅* fluff | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshot | word count: 8,415. when knowhere breaks down in the thneed system, you receive an unexpected visitor. aka, it was a dark and stormy night when a stranger came to your door. for @/leresq. [COMPLETE 11/25]

The gust of stellar wind that blows past you —- filtered through bone and manufactured atmospheric shielding — is so cold it burns, and tiny shards of ice bite your face and throat. At first, you peer into bitter darkness, eyes searching at your own level — only to feel something crash into your knees, buffeting you back as it bursts into your little home. “Close the frickin’ door!” the invader barks without looking up, flurrying past you, almost faster than the winds themselves. You obey instinctively, back pressed to the now-closed panel and eyes wide as you take in the three-foot-tall bundle of wet wool and fur. He skirts your makeshift blanket-fort and mattress, kicking off his boots as he goes, pressing dark-clawed fingers against the soft glow of the radiator. 

bookshop at the end of the universe. ☾༄˖°.･₊⋆ 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshot | word count: 9,157. rocket wants out — of the cold, the rain, and everything else. eidos-game vibes. smut. see post for warnings/context. for nonnie. [COMPLETE 12/5]

Rocket doesn’t fuck biologicals as a rule — they’re nearly as bad as cops, as far as he’s concerned — but he thinks maybe if he just gets up under that krutackin’ skirt of yours, he can get you off his mind. He peers through the wavering glass, already fogged and silvered and misty — finding you pinned again to the ladder and the vaulting bookshelves, all pretty and cozy and soft. You bow your head and tilt at the waist, watching your feet as you begin to climb down. The slight movement sends the bell-like pleats of plaid into a gentle swing, showcasing the shadowed backs of your knees and the pretty curve of your ass. His cold knuckles rap against the thin windowpane right as the rain begins to sweep across the street in an icy curtain. You jolt and glance back at him over your shoulder. Let me outta the rain, little bookworm.

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acorn, green & yellow tree, and red & teal autumn-themed dividers by @/sweetmelodygraphics

sweater divider by @/cafekitsune

red heart divider by @/saradika-graphics

teal lace and red leaf garland dividers by @/thecutestgrotto

skinny teal heart, light blue, and pale mint-star support banners by @/saradika-graphics

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[teine-mallaichte]

I would like to hear more about Storm and the "blight incident" please

Ooo starting the night with some sibling angsty chaos for @dadrunkwriting😂

So for context Autumn Hawke and Anders left Kirkwall post game and have had 3 kids - Storm, Rowan, and Holly.

Storm is 17 and the twins are 12 when the blight incident happens.

Storm is my Rook in a canon divergence that I am working on, but obviously this incident is before that so there aren't any spoilers.

“Storm, are you sure about this?” Holly asked, as they approached the cave entrance.

“Storm, are you sure about this?” Holly asked, her voice tinged with worry as they neared the cave entrance.

“Of course,” Storm replied, flashing her a reassuring grin. “We’ll just take a quick look around. It’ll be fun. Besides, it’s better we all go than let Rowan wander off by himself.” He shot a glance toward his brother, who had already slipped into the cave’s dark mouth.

“It’s just a cave, Holly,” Rowan called over his shoulder, his voice full of carefree confidence. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

The air inside was damp, carrying a faint metallic tang. Their footsteps echoed through the cavern, and Holly instinctively moved closer to Storm. Rowan led the way, spinning one of his daggers idly in his hand.

“It’s colder than I thought,” Holly muttered, tightening her grip on her staff. A soft glow from the tip lit up the jagged stone walls around them, revealing creeping moss and dark corners.

“Stop worrying,” Rowan said, flashing her a grin over his shoulder as he twirled the dagger. “We’ll be fine.”

“You’re going to cut yourself if you keep doing that,” Storm sighed, watching Rowan’s blade flash in the dim light, catching the faint glow of Holly’s magic.

Rowan laughed, his voice bouncing off the walls. “Holly will heal me,” he teased with a smirk. “Or Dad. Either way, I’ll be fine.” He tossed one dagger into the air and caught it effortlessly, his grin widening. “You know, if you gave me yours, I could do a proper juggling act.”

Storm’s eyes narrowed, his focus shifting back to the shadows ahead. “Dad would kill you if you even thought about juggling blades… idiot.”

Rowan just grinned wider, his footsteps quickening as he dashed further into the cave.

“I’ll charm my way out of it,” Rowan called back, his voice echoing through the dark.

“Right… because charm is exactly what Dad responds to,” Storm muttered under his breath before shouting into the cave, “I’d be more worried about Mum.”

“She’d just roll her eyes,” Rowan’s voice echoed, full of mock innocence.

“She’d roll her eyes and give him a lecture,” Holly chimed in with a smirk at her older brother.

A low growl echoed around them, silencing their banter.

Holly froze, her fingers tightening on her staff. “That’s not funny, Rowan,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“That wasn't me,” Rowan replied, his carefree tone replaced by quiet intensity. As he reappeared from the darkness dropping to a crouch in front of his siblings, daggers poised.

“Stay behind me,” Storm ordered, stepping in front of Rowan, scanning the darkness ahead, small sparks already crackling around his fingers.

The growl grew louder, twisting into a guttural snarl, and from the shadows, a darkspawn stepped forward. Its body hunched, sharp teeth gleaming in the low light. As it took another step, more followed, emerging from the darkness, their twisted forms closing in on the siblings.

“Darkspawn,” Storm hissed, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. His heart pounded, but his voice remained steady. “Holly, stay back. Rowan…”

Rowan didn’t need further instruction. He darted forward, attempting to circle around the darkspawn, his daggers flashing in the dim light. But Storm noticed the hesitation in his movements—a little too quick, a bit too reckless.

The twins weren’t ready for this kind of fight. Storm sent a bolt of lightning surging toward the creatures, but his focus never left Rowan and Holly. He cursed under his breath—he should’ve known better than to let them talk him into exploring this cave.

Rowan didn’t slow his pace. He danced through the fray, his movements fast and erratic, striking with more bravado than precision. His strikes were quick but lacked form, his overconfidence pushing him to move too boldly. The darkspawn’s massive limbs swung at him, narrowly missing as Rowan dodged in and out, barely staying out of reach.

“Don’t overdo it,” Storm warned, sending another bolt of lightning toward a darkspawn, the energy crackling through the air and striking it square in the chest. It collapsed, twitching and convulsing as it died. But Storm couldn’t afford to watch it fall—his focus had to stay on his siblings’ safety.

Holly, positioned at the back, continued casting shimmering barriers that flickered and wavered, protecting them from incoming blows. But Storm could feel the strain in her magic—she was running low on energy. He cursed again, knowing she’d exhaust herself if she didn’t pace her spells. But just as he was about to shift his focus to her, Rowan’s reckless moves caught his attention again.

Rowan overreached. His daggers struck the darkspawn, but the creature grabbed him by the arm. Rowan fought to break free, twisting violently in its grip, but he couldn’t escape without a loud cry of panic. His earlier confidence shattered, replaced by a sense of urgency as he stumbled back.

“Rowan!” Holly screamed, her voice trembling with panic as she rushed forward. “Stay back! Get behind the barrier!”

“Holly!” Storm snapped, sending a bolt of lightning at the creature that had nearly injured Rowan. “Stay back! Rowan’s fine!”

Then, the largest darkspawn Storm had ever seen lumbered into the clearing. A hulking hurlock, its massive claws scraping across the stone. Storm barely had time to react before it barrelled toward him.

He raised his left hand, dagger at the ready, and unleashed a bolt of lightning so powerful it illuminated the entire cavern in a blinding flash. But the creature was relentless, and it ploughed through the attack, swinging its massive claws. One strike sent Storm crashing to the ground with a grunt.

"Storm!" Holly cried, her voice cracking.

The hurlock loomed over him, its jagged teeth bared, but Rowan was there. He slashed at the creature’s side with one of his daggers, distracting it long enough for Storm to scramble back to his feet.

Here’s a refined version of that section:

But it was too late. The hurlock lunged, its jagged teeth sinking deep into Storm’s right arm. A scream tore from his throat as the darkspawn’s bite ripped into his flesh. The pain was unbearable, sharper and more intense than anything he had ever felt. He could feel the creature’s claws digging into his skin, hear his siblings shouting, but all his focus was consumed by the searing agony of its teeth.

“Storm!” Holly’s voice was full of panic now. Her barrier faltered again as the emotion overwhelmed her, and Rowan scrambled to push the creature back. A burst of lightning exploded from Storm, the intensity enoguht o send the Hurlock flying, and send Rowan sprawling on to the floor.

But the rouge wasn’t down for long, he leapt to his feet and sprinted to his falled brother, who was now crouched on the floor.

“We need to go!” Rowan screamed. Grabbing Storm’s uninjured arm, dragging him backward as fast as he could. “Holly, barriers, now!”

Holly’s hands trembled as she quickly cast a protective shield, her magic flickering with every passing second. She was scared—her control slipping.

"Is he…" her words faltered as she rushed over to help Rowan with Storm.

"I don't know," Rowan snapped, "We just need to get out of here."

The siblings moved as one, the darkspawn roaring behind them, their snarls echoing in the cavern, but none seemed to follow.

When they emerged into the daylight, Rowan helped Storm collapse onto the ground, his breath shallow. Holly knelt next to him, casting another faint healing spell that barely seemed to make a difference.

Storm’s eyes fluttered as he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I’m… sorry.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Rowan muttered, his voice softer than usual as he placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder. He turned to his twin, "Can you heal him?"

Holly shook her head, her voice thick with emotion. "I can slow it down… maybe," Her hands trembled as she pressed them against Storm's wound, the faint glow of her magic flickering unevenly. "I don’t know if I’m doing enough," she whispered, her voice breaking as tears welled in her eyes.

Rowan nodded sharply, his jaw tightening as he looked at Holly. "So what do we do?"

Holly bit her lip, "I…" She paused, her voice cracking as she glanced at Storm, who looked even paler in the fading light. "Dad will know what to do."

[brooklynislandgirl]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍? repost, don’t reblog! bold what applies, italicize what sometimes applies,

The Nurse Shark || Beth Riley

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑.  jaw  clenching.  hands  balling  into  fists.  teeth  grinding.  yelling.  going  nonverbal. vocalizations.  stuttering  speech.  slow,  concise  speech.  rambling.  quiet.  arms  crossing.  shaking  head.  curling  lip  upwards.  baring  teeth.  tearing  up.  animated.  expressionless.  projects.  internalizes.  vents.  withdraws.  tighter  movements.  passive-aggressive.  direct.  physical  outbursts.  verbal  outbursts.  pacing.  going  still.  anger  boils  over  in  the  heat  of  the  moment  but  cools  down  quickly  afterward.  anger  brews  slowly  but  lingers  longer.  will  act  out  of  impulse  when  angry.  will  stew  on  their  anger  and  plot  revenge.  holds  grudges.  forgives  easily.  forgives  but  never  forgets.

𝐉𝐎𝐘.  easy  smiles.  fighting  back  grins.  suppressed  laughter.  loud  laughter.  giggles.  chuckling.  smirks.  whole  body  laughs.  covers  mouth  when  laughing/giggling.  throws  head  back  when  laughing.  looks  for  eye  contact  when  laughing.  sparkling  eyes.  bubbly  happiness.  quiet  subtle  happiness.  obnoxious  happiness.  wants  to  spread  joy.  quietly  savors  joy.

𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒.  crying.  bottling  it  up.  seeking  distractions.  wallowing.  meditating  and  processing.  avoidance.  seeking  out  comfort.  withdrawing.  swallowing  thickly.  talking  it  out.  internalizing  it.  sad  smiles.  depression  naps.  using  alcohol.  using  drugs.  seeking  out  sources  of  joy.  fidgets  with  sentimental  item.  sits  in  silence.  broods.  gets  moody.  wants  someone  to  share  the  misery.  tries  to  hide  negative  emotions.  nurtures  others  to  make  themselves  feel  better.

𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓  /  𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄.  blushing.  looking  away.  rubbing  the  back  of  their  neck.  running  a  hand  through  hair.  clearing  throat.  covering  the  face.  laughing  nervously.  laughing  it  off.  overthinking.  letting  it  go.  self-deprecating  humor.  deflecting.  getting  irritated.  smiling.  withdraws.  crossing  arms  over  stomach.  crossing  arms  over  chest.  hands  in  pockets.  shoulders  sinking.  shrugs.  falling  into  silence  until  comfortable  again.  talking  a  lot  to  compensate.

𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓.  avoiding  eye  contact.  shoulders  sinking  low.  head  hanging  down.  crying.  chest  aches.  lashing  out.  internalizing.  apologizing.  deflecting.  communicating.  withdrawing.  grand  gestures  for  forgiveness.  accepting  fault  easily.  punishing  themselves.  martyrdom.  victim  complex.  overactive  guilt  complex.  healthy  conscience.  internalizes  even  after  forgiveness.  seeking  redemption.�� moves  on  easily.  denial.  shuts  off  empathy  to  cope.  lack  of  guilt/conscience.  sorry  they  got  caught  more  than  caused  harm.  can't  handle  knowing  they  hurt  others.

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑  /  𝐀𝐍𝐗𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘.  trembling.  crying.  sarcasm/sass  to  cope.  humor  to  cope.  rambles.  going  quiet.  going  nonverbal.  getting  angry.  fidgeting.  freezing  up.  impatience.  clenching  jaw.  picking  at  nails.  chewing  at  lip.  pulling  at  clothes.  adjusting  jewelry/clothing/hair.  pacing.  swallowing  thickly.  eyes  widening.  over-reacts.  under-reacts.  calm.  logical.  panic.  irrational.  over thinks.  carefully  analyzes.  talk  to  themselves.  breathing  exercises.  flight.  fight.  withdraw.  fawn.

Tagged By / Stolen From: my beloved @morgansmornings Tagging: Be Fae, Steal Memes

[searsage]

Skorri sat in place hidden behind one of the many pillars of the keep, across the hall she could see Lady Efrideet following suit, hiding in a similar spot behind a pillar just shy of the stairwell.

Her lovely ivory and bronze armor glinting gently where the stray light caught it, it made the singer's heart skip beats.

She looks beautiful and excited, just as excited as Timur, the warlock had been glowing for days, it was great to see his mind free of the stress that often plagued the him, never had he seemed so young.

Down the hall she could just make out lord saladin's silhouette, he was frowning like always but even skorri could see Timur's vigor had infected him as well, he too was invested in the mischief about to unfold before them.

It seemed everyone's spirit's were high, for once things were unexpectedly looking up for the iron lords.

Beautiful music filled the echoing halls of Felwinter peak, it shattered the dreary ambiance, Tchaikovsky's symphonies filled the silence, their notes chasing each other around in timeless loops.

The delightful trap was set and now all that was left was for the iron lords to wait, and to Skorri's surprise and Timur's pure delight they didn't have to wait long.

The drowned out sound of a bed chamber doors creaking shut could just be heard just trickling through the obnoxiously loud classical music, across from her skorri can see Lady Efrideet brimming with mirth and excitement, as lord Felwinter emerges from the staircase true to Timur's predictions.

She finds herself holding her breath as the curious iron Lord descends the staircase, his right hand is full of paperwork, no doubt charts and data sheets but he doesn't bother setting them down, instead the curious Exo immediately heads for the antique record player, there he hovers around it for a good while, curiously looking about, but obviously too infatuated by the machine to thoroughly scope the parameter for hiding iron lords or even question the suspiciously empty common space.

Eventually he reaches his hand out, metal fingers plucking the nail up and setting it back two tracks, his head tilted elegantly downward as he listened to the mystifying.

He looked like an artistic sculpture, standing so still near to the table, the machine who was all sharp edges and elegant posture, for once looked..at peace..

Fleeting light crept in from the windows, illuminating the thick faded fur of thr robe against his back and catching the horns of his well worn helmet.

He looked utterly radiant in his little moment of private peace, skorri could practically feel Timur's soul leaving his body, and silently hoped the man had the strength to go through with the prank he himself orchestrated.

Again Felwinter set the nail back, the exo had no doubt found his favorite song, his finger tapping against the table once, twice before the iron lord finally pushed away with all the reluctance of a sailor under a siren's spell, slowly vanishing into the nearby study, to no doubt deal with the moutain of charts wedged under his arm.

This was her cue.

Her heart slammed in her chest as skorri darted out from behind the marble piller, to her left Lady Efrideet was practically vibrating in place, quickly motioning for her to go forward before the iron lord returned.

Skorri swallowed her apprehension, if she was caught it was game over, with a brief scope of the room and hall leading to the study Felwinter had retreated to, she dashed forward swiftly closing the distance between her and the record player.

The moment her nimble fingers plucked the needle from it's track the melody adruptly died, instantly the room was all too quiet and Skorri felt her heart freeze under the weight of apprehension.

"Pssst!"

The singer jolted as a small sound jumpstarted her reflexes again, it was Timur, the man was waving wildly, pointing from the study door to her hiding spot, quickly she replaced the record, leaving the nail idle and carefully placing the pilfered record on the table, then she darted out of sight, sighing in relief as the shadow of the piller cast a cool concealing shadow over her.

Luckily for the songtrist she had made it just in time!

It was mere seconds before Felwinter's silhouette reemergred from the study, his peculiar ram helmit pointed towards the idle player

[whitecompri]

I know this sounds wide but can you please do a romantic roboticize sonic X yo-Kai reader basically one of eggman robot severely injured sonic and the only way to save his life is to fully roboticize him and after that tails calls sonic parents (Jules and Bernadette) sonic uncle chuck and his cousin shard and then there a time skip to where sonic his parents uncle and cousin are some how stuck in terror time where gargaros a evil yo-Kai attached then but before he could a yo-Kai save them not knowing that the yo-Kai that saved them is y/n an till they ask there yo-Kai friend venoct to get them to blasters HQ and venoct tells them everything and of course they are shocked and soon they meet y/n dad Lord Enma or Enma for short and soon y/n comes back after defeating gargaros to see that there dad is showing them embarrassing photos of them and they tell there friends that they a yo-Kai (shard is considered a part of the hedgehog family in this,sonic dad Jules is a robian,a roboticize sonic looks like the sonic from Mecha sonic Vs Mecha knuckles from issue 39, because yo-Kai are immortal and because robian are immortal that mean the reader and sonic can be together forever)

Beyond The Metal Heart

Pairing: Robian!Sonic x Yo-Kai!Reader

Genre: Adventure, Fantasy, Romance, Drama

Rating: T (Teen)

Warnings: Moderate violence, Supernatural elements

Disclaimer: This fanfic is a crossover between Sonic the Hedgehog (mostly based on the lore of Archie Comics) and Yo-Kai Watch, mixing elements from both universes. All characters belong to their respective franchises, and this story was created for entertainment purposes only.

A/N: Thank you for this request! I must admit, it was one of the most daring requests I've ever written. And the research I did for this one was huge too, considering that I had never played Yo-Kai Watch in my life, so I went after the games themselves to familiarize myself. It was a fun challenge and I like to practice my writing outside of my comfort zone sometimes. By the way, I won't put any tags on this fic, since it's a crossover and for a more niche audience. I hope you like it.

--*--

The late afternoon sun was already setting on the horizon of Mobotropolis, reflecting off the windows of the buildings and beginning to cast increasingly larger shadows on the ground. Night would arrive soon, and this breezy day had everything to be as peaceful as possible—if not for the massive explosion that echoed in the city center, causing a tremendous tremor in the ground.

The heavy sounds of something moving shook the earth. Amid the dust and rubble, a metallic threat emerged, scanning the area with its robotic eyes, searching for the blue menace that had been spinning around it for some time.

The robot's eyes gleamed as it locked onto the blue rodent darting out from the dust below and dashing in the opposite direction. With a metallic sound of moving parts, the robot began its pursuit, following the hedgehog’s trail.

Sonic glanced back as he ran, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips. Leaping over some debris, the hedgehog managed to slide along the ground just in time as the mechanized threat slammed its fist into the pavement.

Above him, Tails flew by, positioning himself atop one of the structures. He had one of his devices in hand, analyzing the robot, its capabilities, and the threat it posed. The fox furrowed his brow upon noticing that this enemy was unusual—something he had never seen before.

"You never get tired, do you, Egghead?" Sonic taunted, hopping onto a pole, crossing his arms as he stared into the glowing eyes of the doctor’s latest evil creation.

That robot, even though it seemed to Sonic like just another pile of scrap metal to destroy, was different from anything they had encountered before. It resembled a mechanized beast, with sharp fangs and horns, an imposing and reinforced structure, enormous clawed hands, and a strange purple aura surrounding it. Its glowing red eyes had a sinister gleam, and every movement was accompanied by a threatening purple energy.

The robot let out a hiss, and a familiar voice echoed from within, making Sonic roll his eyes.

"Hehehe! You have no idea what you're up against this time, hedgehog! Keep up that cocky attitude of yours—let’s see who laughs last! After all, this badnik is my latest creation after extensive research. It’s powered by energy from a dimension you can’t even imagine!"

The robot vented steam, taking a heavy step forward.

"After I paid a little visit there, I was captivated by the power and magic of that place. How could I leave without bringing back a little gift for you? Right? My overgrown blue rat."

Sonic placed a hand on his hip, raising an eyebrow at the robot.

"To me, it's just another pile of old scrap, just like everything else you make. And I’ll destroy this one like I always do."

Cracking his fingers, Sonic shot forward, leaping off the pole and dashing straight at the robot. As he got closer, he charged up a Spin Dash, launching himself with force at the metallic beast’s chest. At that moment, the purple aura flared up in a surge.

The impact of Sonic against the robot was massive, echoing like thunder throughout the city. However, to the shock of both Sonic and Tails, the badnik didn’t even budge. It remained standing, unmoved, merely watching Sonic.

In a quick maneuver, Sonic pulled back, landing firmly in front of the monster while Eggman cackled maniacally at the situation.

"Urgh… What the heck was that…?" the hedgehog grunted.

"Bet you’re impressed, Sonic," Eggman taunted.

Grinding his teeth and clenching his fists at the doctor's words, Sonic charged up another Spin Dash—this time even stronger—hurling himself once more at the robot’s chest with all his might and speed.

This time, the robot staggered backward, the impact causing sparks to fly from its circuits. The purple energy flickered but then began to concentrate in the machine’s fists.

In an unexpected move, just before it could fall, its claws, now imbued with the glowing purple energy, slashed through the air—hitting Sonic.

The only thing he felt was the searing pain and his body instantly weakening as that strange energy began to consume him. As his strength faded, he found himself plummeting to the ground, crashing into the grass.

Tails, watching from atop a building, was horrified. Seeing his friend collapse, he immediately abandoned his devices, soaring down at high speed toward the hedgehog.

"Sonic!" the fox called out, but there was no response.

The world around Sonic seemed to spin, the noises were distorted, and his vision grew blurrier by the second. His body no longer responded, nor did he have the strength to make a sound.

The robot, now unstable from its own attack, collapsed backward, sparks flying as it began to fall apart. A countdown to self-destruction initiated, threatening to obliterate everything in its vicinity.

"Sonic! Answer me, can you hear me?" Tails knelt beside him, staring at his friend’s condition, his eyes welling up with tears. "I’m getting you out of here."

All Sonic could see was a blurry yellow figure. The sounds of words no longer made sense.

With effort, Tails grabbed Sonic and struggled to lift him. Panting from the sheer exertion of carrying him, he finally managed to take off.

Behind them, the robot exploded, sending a shockwave of heat through the air, slamming into Tails and pushing him forward. He wobbled slightly but quickly regained control, clutching Sonic tightly as he flew away from the destruction.

--*--

The sounds of worried conversations and the beeping of machines filled Tails' workshop, the closest place he could take Sonic.

Around the hedgehog, several familiar faces watched with anxious and concerned expressions.

Tails flipped through a book, trying to identify the best treatment for his friend. His hands trembled, making it difficult to turn each page. On the left side of the bed where Sonic lay, Bernadette held her son’s hand tightly, her own hands shaking with nervousness. A robotic arm wrapped around her shoulder. She opened her teary eyes, looking at her husband beside her as he tried to comfort her—though even with his efforts, concern was still etched into the metallic angles of his Robian face.

On the right side, near Tails, Shard stood with his arms crossed, watching Sonic’s unconscious form. His usual sharp demeanor softened with worry as he saw the despair on the others' faces.

An older hedgehog entered the room carrying a few items. Stopping by the right side of the bed, he reached out to feel Sonic’s pulse. Uncle Chuck then grabbed a device, beginning to analyze him.

"He can't die like this... Not him! There has to be a way, some way for us to figure out what this is," Tails murmured, flipping through the book more frantically. "There’s nothing like this in here…"

Chuck examined the readings, furrowing his brow.

"His vital energy is being drained slowly. If we don’t do something, it’ll keep fading away until it disappears completely…" The older hedgehog rubbed his temples, earning concerned looks from everyone in the room.

"Yes… It’s that purple energy. It’s not something we can just remove physically. It’s slowly killing him… I’ve tried everything, but nothing seems to work," Tails admitted, closing his eyes as a silent tear rolled down his face.

Jules gently squeezed Bernadette’s shoulder. His eyes narrowed as he observed his son’s state. Then, he opened his palm, staring at the metallic parts of his own body. He sighed, deep in thought—until he made his decision.

"There is one last solution… But I don’t think anyone’s going to like it," Jules said, his voice firm with resolve.

Tails’ eyes widened in alarm, already understanding what he meant.

"No… You’re not suggesting—"

"That’s right… Full roboticization… It’s the only way." Sonic’s father stated briefly, his voice heavy with emotions and pain.

Shard averted his gaze, clenching his fists.

"We all know what this means, right? He might never be the same after this… but…" The robotic hedgehog trailed off, his voice quiet.

"But if he survives… then it’ll have been worth it," Bernadette said with determination, bringing her son’s hand to her lips to kiss it gently.

Tails hesitated for a moment, his eyes wide with uncertainty. He knew better than anyone that Sonic would probably never accept becoming fully roboticized. But there were no other options—either this, or letting him die.

With a heavy heart, Tails curled in on himself slightly, nodding.

"It has to be done…"

Silence filled the room, accompanied only by the humming of machines and the quiet sound of tears falling to the floor.

--*--

The first thing he heard was the sound of birds singing outside. Slowly, his vision—still blurry—began to clear as he opened his eyes.

He felt… different. Yet he couldn’t pinpoint exactly why. He just felt disconnected from himself. The morning sun shone through the room’s window, reflecting onto him—but for some reason, he couldn’t feel its warmth.

Something was definitely wrong.

Sonic tried to sit up, but his body was heavier than usual. His movements felt sluggish, not as fluid as they used to be. He blinked once, then twice—but he didn’t feel the subtle creasing of skin over his eyes as he did.

Then, he noticed something else—the faint beeping and humming of unfamiliar machines beside his bed.

Focusing his vision on the equipment, he traced the wires leading towards him. Following their path, his eyes suddenly widened in shock as he caught sight of something gleaming.

Metal.

His arm—his entire body—was now encased in polished, mechanical plating.

Sitting up slowly, he took a deep breath, gathering the courage to look at his own hands.

They trembled.

His palms were metallic—resembling his father’s. A shaky sigh left him as he flexed his fingers, feeling nothing but the faint vibration of metal shifting against itself. The sound of his joints moving filled the room as he stared at his newly transformed body.

The dull yet reflective surface of his new form shimmered under the daylight, mesmerizing him. Confusion clouded his thoughts.

With difficulty, he pushed himself into a sitting position, running a hand over his head—only to freeze. Gone was the soft texture of his natural quills. Now, they were rigid, cold metal spines. Turning his head, Sonic’s breath caught when he spotted a mirror nearby.

The roboticized hedgehog stared back at him.

His black eyes—now illuminated by an artificial glow—locked onto his own reflection. A shiver ran down his spine. He gripped his arms, hearing the faint creak of metal under his tightening grip. He flexed his fingers, watching his hands move—unable to comprehend the sight before him.

"What… happened?" He stared at the blue plating on parts of his roboticized body. "I…"

But no words came to him.

He buried his face in his hands, overwhelmed by the emptiness inside him. His voice, when it finally escaped, was clear—but carried a faint metallic echo.

The nearby door creaked as the handle turned.

As it swung open, it revealed a small, familiar fox.

His eyes were red-rimmed, his nose twitching—he had clearly been crying for a long time. Dark bags under his eyes made it obvious that he hadn’t slept in days.

"Sonic…!" Tails’ voice was small, heavy with emotion. He rushed to his friend’s side, gripping Sonic’s hand tightly—though he hesitated, unsure if he should hug him or give him time to process everything.

At the door, other familiar faces appeared upon hearing Tails' exclamation.

Bernadette was the first to enter, her eyes glassy as she covered her mouth with trembling hands. She sat beside her son, taking his hand into hers. Jules followed soon after, concern etched into his features. Shard entered next, uncertain, observing Sonic with cautious eyes as he leaned against the bed.

Lastly, Chuck stepped inside, arms crossed as he carefully examined Sonic’s new mechanical body.

"How are you feeling, son?" Jules asked, stepping closer and placing a hand on Sonic’s shoulder.

Sonic turned to his father, uncertainty clouding his glowing eyes. But then, he forced a small smile—one that didn’t quite reach them.

"I think… I’m okay, Dad."

The newest Robian turned to Tails, still keeping that faint smile.

"Hey, Tails, looks like I turned into a big walking sardine can, huh?" Sonic let out a quiet chuckle.

Tails stifled a watery laugh, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to hold back his emotions. But that small attempt at humor only made the weight of the situation settle heavier in the air.

"Do you feel anything different? Any pain? Weakness?" Chuck asked, rubbing his chin as he observed the way Sonic’s mechanical joints moved.

"Well… it kinda feels like something’s missing, y’know?" Sonic averted his gaze, scratching the back of his head.

Silence followed.

Of all of them, Jules knew this pain better than anyone. He knew what it meant to wake up and no longer feel your own heartbeat. To no longer sense warmth against your skin. He understood what Sonic was going through.

"Sonic… I know it’s hard… but we’re here for you, son. You’re not alone. You have your family and friends to support you."

Sonic kept his eyes on the floor, unwilling to meet his father’s gaze.

"Alone or not… it doesn’t change what I am now. It doesn’t change the fact that I can’t feel anything anymore, Dad."

Tails, trying to hold back tears, gave him a small, determined nod.

"We did what we had to do… but you’re still you, Sonic."

"Do you feel anything different? Any pain still? Weakness or anything like that?" Chuck asked, rubbing his chin while observing the movements of his nephew’s mechanical joints.

"Well... It feels like something's missing, you know?" Sonic said, averting his gaze and scratching the back of his neck.

Silence filled the room once again.

Of them all, Jules knew well the pain of becoming a Robian. He understood the weight of waking up and no longer feeling his own heartbeat. The absence of touch in his metallic palms. He knew exactly what Sonic was going through. But he also knew that, with time, his son would learn to live with himself in this new form.

"Sonic... I know this is hard... but we’re here for you, son. You’re not alone. You have your family and friends to support you."

Sonic kept his gaze fixed on the floor, not trusting himself to look at his father. He remembered the battle, the impact—but he never imagined it was severe enough that they would have to turn him into a Robian.

"Alone or not... It doesn’t change what I am now. It doesn’t change the fact that I can’t feel anything anymore, Dad." He shifted his mechanical gaze to meet his father's robotic eyes.

"Sonic... No matter what happens, you will always be my son." Bernadette squeezed his hand tighter.

Shaking his head, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, pushing himself up. His family instinctively loosened their hold on him as he stumbled slightly, adjusting to his new body. But he quickly steadied himself, lowering his head as he began walking toward the door.

Bernadette made a move to follow him, but Jules gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her—a silent signal for her to let Sonic have his space. He needed to cool down, to better accept his new body before they could have a proper conversation.

Stepping out of Tails' workshop, Sonic took in the familiar scenery, clicking his tongue in frustration. He knelt down, staring at his metallic feet before slamming a fist into the ground in frustration. Getting back up, he moved his heavy legs with more intensity.

He needed to run.

Inside the workshop, everyone remained still, watching as the hedgehog took off at full speed. They all hoped Sonic would soon find a way to reconcile with his new body and reality.

The wind cut through the air as he accelerated. But this time, it was different. Before, speed had always brought him an exhilarating sense of freedom. Now, it was as if he were merely floating—detached, weightless, trapped in a surreal and unsettling dream.

He could still feel the impact of his metallic feet against the ground, but he could no longer perceive the subtle sensation of the wind brushing against his face, the breeze ruffling his quills, the warmth of his body exerting itself, or the sweat dampening his fur.

Abruptly, he stopped at the top of a hill.

Frustration burned inside him as he realized he wasn’t out of breath. He wasn’t tired. He felt nothing at all.

His glowing eyes locked onto the horizon, where Mobotropolis stood tall, its towering structures framed by the bright blue sky.

For everyone else, nothing had changed. Life carried on as usual. But for Sonic, this was a different reality. He wanted to wake up. He wanted to sigh in relief, knowing this was all just a dream. But it wasn’t that simple. He placed a hand over his chest, but all he felt was the mechanical hum of his metal body.

Sonic wanted to feel warmth. He wanted to feel his heartbeat.

But all of that was gone. A deep growl of frustration rumbled in his throat before he let out a heavy sigh. He already missed the sensation of heavy breathing after an intense run. Now, all he could feel was an overwhelming emptiness inside him—a strange, hollow presence that brought nothing but pain. A pain deeper than anything Eggman’s badniks had ever inflicted on him.

"Why did this have to happen to me...?" he whispered to himself. He wanted to cry, but he didn’t even know if this body was capable of it.

Sonic closed his eyes, seeking comfort in the darkness. But all he saw was the cold, artificial interface of his robotic sensors. He didn’t want to live like this. But he would have to learn how. And that bothered him more than he wanted to admit.

After his intense reflections at the top of the hill, Sonic found himself walking back toward Tails’ workshop, his head lowered in thought. He sought the comfort of familiar faces. He needed to talk—to understand what came next, how he was supposed to live from now on.

As he neared the workshop, he spotted his family gathered outside, standing in a circle as they talked amongst themselves.

They saw him approaching, offering waves of greeting. He raised a hand in return, though his movement was small, hesitant.

Then—

A sharp noise rang in his ears. A strange, static-like distortion—one he had never heard before. Sonic froze in place, scanning his surroundings, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound. Suddenly, the ground beneath him trembled violently. Before his eyes, a massive sphere of purple energy materialized right in front of his family.

It crackled and pulsed, growing larger with each passing second. The sky darkened, thick storm clouds swirling into existence as the once-clear air became dense and heavy.

The energy began to distort itself, twisting unnaturally until it formed something akin to a black hole—its force pulling in nearby leaves and debris. And then, in a matter of seconds, Sonic felt himself being pulled toward it too. He struggled, digging his metallic fingers into the ground, clawing for stability. But when he looked up, his stomach twisted.

His family was fighting with everything they had to hold their ground, grasping onto anything they could. But the stronger the energy grew, the more intense the pull became.

It didn’t stop. It didn’t slow down. And then, one by one, they lost their grip.

Sonic’s heart—or what was left of it—dropped as he watched his family be yanked into the vortex. He shouted their names, reaching out for them. But he knew there was only one choice.

Without hesitation, he released his grip, allowing himself to be pulled in as well. If he was going to lose them, then he would lose himself too. No matter where this vortex took them, no matter what lay ahead—He would bring them back home.

--*--

Sonic slowly opened his eyes, trying to figure out where he was now. Propping himself up on his elbows, the Robian hedgehog sat up, placing a hand on his head as he scanned his surroundings. This was clearly not the same place he had been before, nor was it anywhere he recognized. 

With a start, Sonic analyzed the environment. A dense, thick gray fog reduced visibility, and the surrounding buildings were distorted, some even floating motionless in the air, creating an eerie atmosphere. Above, an enormous moon loomed over the sky, illuminating everything with a post-apocalyptic glow. 

Taking a few disoriented steps forward, Sonic spotted several silhouettes lying on the ground. Without thinking twice, he rushed over to them. 

Crouching beside the four figures, Sonic examined them, making sure they were alright. 

"Guys? Are you okay?" the hedgehog asked, concern in his voice. 

Jules nodded, beginning to pace around, muttering something to himself. Bernadette held Sonic's hands firmly as she stood up with his help. Shard assisted Chuck in getting up, and at last, the four of them gathered in front of Sonic. 

"I want to know what the hell that was!" Shard exclaimed, clenching his robotic fists and scanning the area through his mechanical lenses. 

"It feels like... we were pulled into another dimension," Uncle Chuck mused, scratching his neck. "No... actually, this feels more like another plane of existence. We won’t know for sure until we explore." He took a step forward, placing a hand on Shard’s shoulder while turning his gaze toward Sonic, his expression filled with concern for his nephew. 

That was when a chilling sound of heavy breathing echoed in the area, followed by a thunderous step that shook the ground of the warped environment. A loud growl made them all turn toward the source of the noise. The five instinctively moved closer together, trying to stay united in the face of whatever was coming. 

Through the thick fog, a colossal creature advanced slowly, each step sounding like a tremor. As it approached, more details became visible—its wrinkled red skin, the beast's curved teeth, its glowing eyes, the large protruding horn on its head, and the enormous club covered in sharp spikes resting on its shoulder. 

The creature grinned cruelly, pausing for a moment to observe the group. Then, gripping its weapon tightly, it raised the club and slammed it against the ground. 

Sonic let out a brief growl, clenching his metallic fists. 

"Hey, I don’t know who you think you are, but I don’t have time to play around with some oversized brute like you. So, unless you want me to smash you to pieces, I suggest you show us the way out and leave us alone." Sonic took a step forward, crossing his arms. 

The creature didn’t hesitate, showing no intimidation toward Sonic. The red monster took another heavy step forward, grinding its teeth. 

The hedgehog grew furious at the creature's audacity. 

"Alright, you asked for it." 

In the blink of an eye, Sonic shot toward the monster. 

However, as he accelerated to gain momentum for an attack, Sonic felt something was off. His movements seemed slower within the fog, as if its density was hindering him. The thick air seemed to sap his speed. 

Before he could think of a way to strike, Sonic felt a brutal impact against his metallic body—the sound of the creature's club colliding with his mechanical parts echoed throughout the area, forcing a pained gasp from the hedgehog. 

The immense force was enough to send him flying. Sonic only stopped when he crashed into one of the warped gray buildings, sending up a cloud of dust and crumbling debris. The hedgehog fell along with the concrete walls, lying motionless on the ground, panting as he tried to process what had just happened. 

"Sonic!" Jules shouted from afar, calling out to his son, urging him to get up and keep fighting. However, when Sonic didn’t immediately rise, a wave of worry overtook Jules, pushing him to start running toward him. 

Bernadette tried to hold him back, but to no avail. The monster turned its attention away from the unconscious Robian, locking onto the figure dashing across the open space. A savage, maniacal grin spread across the beast’s face as it took its first step toward its next target. 

But before it could advance further, a beam of light struck the monster’s arm. The red creature observed the small laser hole left on its skin, then turned its gaze toward Shard, who instinctively took a step back upon realizing his attack had done nothing. 

With an ear-splitting roar, the monster prepared its club and slammed it into the ground with all its might. A surge of purple energy erupted, sending everyone flying backward, causing them to land in a heap near one another. 

Sonic’s eyes fluttered open in confusion as he placed a hand on his head, his robotic vision gradually refocusing on his surroundings. Even though his metallic body was more resistant, the impact had affected him in more than just a physical way. He knelt on the ground, trying to gather enough strength to stand, but his legs wavered beneath him. 

"Okay… that was one hell of a hit…" he murmured. 

The hedgehog only looked forward when he saw a shadow looming over him. Looking up, he spotted the towering red monster, its club pulled back, readying a final, crushing blow against him. 

Sonic shut his eyes, bracing for impact. 

However, before the attack could land, a wave of heat surged through the area, followed by an enormous explosion, blinding everyone with its brightness. The monster shielded its eyes with both hands, stumbling backward, keeping its distance from the fiery impact site. Grumbling in frustration, it rubbed its eyes, trying to regain its vision as quickly as possible. 

When the monster’s sight returned, it scanned its surroundings in a rage, ready to strike down whoever had dared to attack it. But to its surprise, its eyes widened upon spotting something in the middle of the flames. Its stance shifted to a more defensive one, a stark contrast to its previous aggression. 

Amidst the roaring fire, a lone figure walked calmly, carrying a sword over their shoulder. 

A little farther away, Sonic’s family helped each other up, supporting one another. Their eyes widened as they noticed an unfamiliar figure approaching the monster. Bernadette quickly scanned the area for her son, finding him on his knees, staring in awe at the burning scene before him. 

For now, there was no way to reach him—not until the sea of fire cleared from their path. 

"He’ll be fine. Sonic always is." Bernadette reassured herself, trusting her son’s resilience. Chuck placed a hand on her shoulder, showing that he believed the same. 

You took short, steady steps through the flames, gripping the hilt of your red blade tightly. Your free hand reached up to adjust the oni mask covering your face. 

Saying nothing as you approached, you lifted your hands, your palms beginning to glow. Within seconds, swift flames burst forth, engulfing the monster, distracting it and preventing it from attacking. 

Sonic finally managed to get back on his feet, clutching his robotic arm, which felt slightly stiff from the impact. 

"Who are you? I already have enough problems dealing with that thick-skulled ogre over there!" The Robian hedgehog eyed you from head to toe, analyzing your reddish skin and the golden hue of your hair. 

Your only response was to turn toward him, observing the roboticized hedgehog the same way he studied you—taking in the tension in his shoulders, the sadness in a face that shouldn’t have had emotions, and the rigid, hesitant stance he held. Despite noticing all of this, your mask concealed your expressions and feelings. 

"Finally found you!" A masculine voice called out nearby. Soon, a young, medium-built figure emerged from the thick fog, a snake coiled around his body. His long turquoise hair cascaded down his back, a single strand covering one of his eyes. "We’ve talked about splitting from the group... but I have to admit, you’ve stumbled upon quite the find." He glanced at Sonic before shifting his gaze toward the weakened figures on the ground. 

You huffed, turning away and walking deeper into the mist, leaving the group with your ally while keeping the red monster contained within your fiery vortex. 

The turquoise-haired man studied Sonic, the hedgehog looking utterly confused. 

"And you must be that so-called hero of Mobius. Didn’t expect to see you here… and certainly not so… metallic." Sonic frowned at his remark. "Well, either way, follow me. I’ll get you out of the Terror Time." He held up a golden key. "Once we find the exit gate, we’ll regroup and discuss things properly." 

Sonic nodded, hurrying to help his family get back on their feet. Stepping over the now-dwindling flames, he couldn't shake the feeling that this day was only going to get crazier.

--*--

In the middle of a quiet and cozy hall, the group stopped, observing the place with reverence. In front of them, the turquoise-haired man attempted to guide them further inside.

"You were lucky that our patrol was nearby. Gargaros doesn’t usually let his prey escape alive..." He glanced at the group, all of whom looked confused by everything that had happened. Suddenly stopping in his tracks, the man turned around abruptly.

"I haven’t properly introduced myself yet. I am Venoct, a Yo-Kai. A pleasure to meet you, people of Mobius." He bowed in greeting.

Jules narrowed his eyes in suspicion, taking a step forward.

"Where are we?" he asked briefly, positioning himself in front of Bernadette, who held Sonic’s hand firmly.

Venoct crossed his arms.

"At the moment, you’re in New Yo-Kai City, in the Yo-Kai world, specifically at the Blasters’ Headquarters." He paused, gesturing toward the place. "We’re a group dedicated to hunting down troublesome Yo-Kai and maintaining balance between worlds. Just like that red Oni you saw—Gargaros. He is, in a way, the master of Terror Time, a distorted reality of his own making."

Sonic crossed his arms.

"So how exactly did we end up in this world? This wasn’t supposed to happen."

"That’s true, Hero of Mobius, it wasn’t. But for some reason, for a while now, Terror Time has been experiencing... instabilities, to the point of opening portals to other dimensions using Yo-Kai energy... And we have no idea what’s causing it."

Uncle Chuck stroked his moustache.

"I have a theory. I suspect that these... anomalies in this world are directly related to that badnik we saw Eggman controlling, as well as the power he used on Sonic." The old hedgehog’s eyes focused on Sonic. "Maybe Eggman was the real culprit behind this. After all, he apparently used the same purple energy that the monster did, and extracting that energy from this so-called Terror Time might have caused these spatial distortions."

Everyone stared at Uncle Chuck with their mouths slightly open. Jules cleared his throat before responding.

"Well, Sonic still has that energy running through his body. The main difference is that it can’t drain the life force from a Robian."

Venoct crossed his arms, processing the situation.

"He still has that energy? Interesting... but tragic. His essence has been corrupted by Yo-Kai energy—an energy that was never meant to come into direct contact with a living being’s essence. And yet, you remain alive due to this robotic body. Truly, an incredible advancement in your world’s technology."

Venoct suddenly turned as the entrance door swung open abruptly.

You entered the room with heavy footsteps, carrying your sword over your shoulder. Stopping near the group, you remained silent.

"I don’t think you’ve been introduced yet, have you?" Venoct asked. "This is (Y/N). She’s also part of the Blasters. She’s a bit reserved at first, so don’t worry."

"We need to find a way to open a portal so they can return to their world..." you said, your voice slightly muffled by your mask as you crossed your arms.

"We have to wait for the next energy surge from Terror Time. Maybe another portal will open due to the anomaly," Venoct replied, shifting his attention to you. "We’ll send them back with an escort when the time comes, to ensure they return safely."

That’s when you narrowed your eyes, sensing the intense Yo-Kai energy emanating from Sonic.

"Hey, you, robot..." You pointed at him. At first, he looked confused, but then he realized you were talking to him. "How do you have so much Yo-Kai energy?" You took a step forward, making the group instinctively move back.

"Whoa, whoa, easy there, sword lady. First off, the name’s Sonic. Second, I didn’t ask for this energy, so if you want to get mad, blame Eggman." Sonic spoke abruptly.

"(Y/N), focus," Venoct intervened. "That’s the Hero of Mobius. His essence was corrupted by Yo-Kai energy, which is why you sense it so strongly—it’s a powerful essence."

"And what if this corrupted essence ends up taking control of him? Do you really want to take that risk? We already have enough problems with the Onis of Terror Time; I don’t need another situation getting out of control." You huffed, glaring at Venoct.

"Calm down, there’s no need to be defensive. I’m sure that with the right practice and guidance, our hedgehog friend could even learn to channel this energy in battle." He looked at you hopefully.

"I know that look... You’re not suggesting..."

"Yes, we’re going to train him. I’ll help you all get settled here at HQ. We’ll continue our conversation soon."

Sonic observed everything in disbelief, staring at you for a few seconds before turning and following Venoct. This was going to be quite the journey.

--*--

Sonic stood in the training field, arms crossed, tapping his metallic foot on the ground, the sound echoing through the area.

"Alright, Hero of Mobius, you need to learn how to use the energy within you somehow. Let’s start with something simple—attack that dummy over there. Feel the energy in every circuit of your body, then strike." Venoct took a step back, letting Sonic concentrate.

The Robian took a deep breath, focusing on the humming of his robotic body, sensing the strange power within him—energy that had become even stronger since he stepped into this world.

After a few seconds of focusing, Sonic curled into a ball, charging a Spin Dash. The purple energy began to surround his metallic quills, swirling around him like a mist. When he attacked, the energy dispersed upon contact with the dummy, pushing it slightly backward.

Sonic looked proudly at the power he could still develop.

"Impressive..."

Your voice echoed through the area, startling Sonic and making him jump slightly before turning toward you.

"You..." he said in a monotonous tone, narrowing his eyes.

"Interesting that you can channel this energy... It’s quite a unique weapon." You walked to the center of the training area, stopping in front of the hedgehog. "But attacking a dummy won’t be enough. If you want to go back home, you need to enter Terror Time again. And to get in there, you have to be ready to take hits and fight back." The hand holding your sword gripped the hilt tightly, pointing the blade at him.

"(Y/N), don’t go too hard on him," Venoct said, sitting on a nearby bench, merely observing the battle. "But she’s right—facing a Yo-Kai is the perfect way to train your new abilities."

"Show me what you’ve got." Your voice came out muffled due to your mask.

"You got it, lady!" Sonic said excitedly, clenching his fists and taking a combat stance.

A little further away, Sonic’s family watched attentively. Bernadette held Jules’ robotic hands tightly.

"Just look at him... He seems so... excited," Sonic’s mother said, her voice filled with emotion.

"He really does. He looks happier, more lively, ever since we arrived here. It’s like he feels at home." Jules watched his son as he dashed and spun against you, his Spin Dash being deflected by your sword with impressive skill.

--*--

Later, you were sitting under a cherry blossom tree, holding a cotton cloth as you gently cleaned the blade of your cherished sword. Your gaze lifted as you noticed a familiar figure approaching.

Sonic raised a hand, greeting you.

"Hey, so, (Y/N), right? You were amazing in our training... I gotta admit, I never thought I’d be able to feel tired and sweaty in this body..." He moved closer, sitting on the grass beside you. "I never thought I could feel so... alive, you know?" He looked at his own hands, admiring how much these past few days had been filled with change, new emotions, and adventures he never imagined he’d experience.

"You weren’t too bad yourself, hedgehog. Your fighting style is unique."

His eyes lit up with hope at your compliment, and he scratched the back of his head, flashing a small grin.

"Ah, thanks. You’re pretty nice, you know that?" He closed his eyes, tapping his foot restlessly against the ground, though this time, he was determined to stay still, simply enjoying your company and the growing friendship between you.

After a few moments of silence, your voice came out softer.

"You must have realized by now... Your connection to this place is stronger than you think." Your eyes searched his, which filled with uncertainty as he absorbed the meaning behind your words.

"What are you getting at?" Sonic asked, crossing his arms.

"That you’re practically one of us now... I had some doubts about you at first, I’ll admit. But after seeing you genuinely try to integrate, even if just temporarily, and make an effort to train your new abilities... I can feel the connection you have with this world."

"Listen, (Y/N), I know everything here has been fun... but I have my world, my home, my family, my friends. I can't just leave them behind, you understand?"

But even as he said that, Sonic was reminded of his condition. He was a Robian now, something entirely different from what he used to be. A sense of fear crept up inside him—how could he live with this new metallic body, with this energy still coursing through him? How could he go back, knowing he was no longer just a normal Mobian hedgehog?

"If that's your decision... I know someone who might be able to remove this energy from your body. We can look for him first thing in the morning." Your voice was serious and low, making Sonic extremely hopeful.

"Seriously? Nothing would make me happier." He flashed a smile, his reflective metallic muzzle gleaming, truly grateful for your help. "You know... I've always been a guy who runs free, never worrying about anything. But for the first time... I wonder if my home is still the same. But that doesn't change the fact that I need to go back. I can't just abandon Mobius."

You noticed the doubt flickering in his eyes.

"I understand your side. You don’t need to worry, Sonic. Well, I think it's time to go. It's getting late."

You stood up, and he nodded, following you.

--*--

Sonic lay down on the makeshift bed at the headquarters, staring at the metallic glow of the ceiling. Your words still echoed in his mind. "You're practically one of us now..." He squeezed his eyes shut and sighed. He wanted to deny it, but part of him felt like it might be true.

Then, the world darkened, and fire began to consume everything.

The scene made him shudder. Mobius was in flames, thick purple mist engulfing everything, making it impossible to see anything beyond the distant embers surrounding his entire world. Panting, Sonic turned around, falling back when he saw a massive figure wielding a club, grinning wickedly with those crooked teeth.

With a start, Sonic sat up in bed, panting, cold sweat dripping from him—even though robots weren’t supposed to sweat. He looked toward the window beside him, exhaling when he realized he was still in the Yo-Kai World, but the overwhelming sense of danger hadn’t left him. The images of his home world burning and crumbling were too vivid to simply fade away like morning dreams.

He had to tell someone as soon as possible. Maybe they could help.

--*--

"Hmm, this seems more like a vision than just an ordinary dream, Sonic."

Venoct stroked his chin, sitting at the meeting table across from Sonic. Leaning against the wall, you paid close attention to their conversation.

"A vision? Just what I needed..."

"You mentioned that some crazy doctor from your world took energy from the Yo-Kai World, right? Well, we can confirm that energy came from Terror Time—or rather, it could have even been Gargaros’ own energy. He’s an Oni that loves to appear outside our world just to spread fear. And that kind of mass destruction would definitely be something he’d do if he could walk freely outside his Terror Time." Venoct spoke firmly, beginning to worry about the future of Sonic’s world.

"You're telling me he might try to use me to invade Mobius and destroy everything? Like, use the energy inside me to do it?" Sonic asked.

"Affirmative. Your energy must be amplifying the anomaly's portals. That explains why you were pulled into our world. If he manages to use you, the next portal he opens will allow him to walk in Mobius freely, outside of Terror Time."

A deep dread settled in Sonic’s chest. If that Oni invaded his home world, it would be the end for everyone. Sonic had to stop this.

"I have to stop him before that happens." The hero responded with determination.

"Listen, Sonic, you can’t just charge in alone. You won’t be able to fight him head-on—"

"I’m going with him. We’ll fight together to defeat Gargaros. Maybe that way, the spatial anomaly will stop."

Your voice was firm and confident, already preparing yourself mentally for the long battle ahead.

The hedgehog looked at you with warmth in his eyes, grateful that you had volunteered to fight by his side.

"Well, you two better be careful, then. We don’t want either of you getting hurt." Venoct stood up. "You should get ready. Apparently, Gargaros has appeared with his Terror Time not far from here."

"Let’s go, Sonic. Wish us luck!"

Gripping the hilt of your sword tightly, you began walking, determined to put an end to this once and for all.

--*--

Sonic stared at the twisted towers of Terror Time, his eyes glowing within the purple mist. He clenched his fists.

"If we fail... Mobius could be destroyed."

You noticed the more serious tone in his voice and crossed your arms.

"Hey, don’t think about that right now. You won’t fail. I trust you."

He turned toward you, studying your masked features.

"I don’t think I’ve ever fought for something this important before..."

You stepped a little closer.

"Then make sure you do it right."

The atmosphere of Terror Time was suffocating. The heavy air vibrated with a dark energy, while distorted towers loomed over Sonic and you, like specters from a nightmare. The ground trembled with each step Gargaros took, his presence exuding sheer menace and dominance.

Sonic tightened his fists, feeling the cold metal against the skin he once had. He glanced at you. Standing beside him, you radiated a powerful aura of spiritual fire. Your eyes, hidden behind your mask, showed nothing but confidence—but also a weight he couldn’t quite understand yet.

"This guy is a massive problem," Sonic muttered, trying to keep his usual bravado but feeling the tension in his voice. "Do you have a plan? Or are we winging it?"

"Gargaros is all brute force and instinct. He doesn’t think much before attacking, and that’s an advantage," you explained, your eyes gleaming in the shadows. "If we’re fast enough, we can use his own strength against him."

Gargaros roared, his voice booming like malevolent thunder. He lifted his club, spinning it with surprising speed for his colossal size, before bringing it down in a devastating strike toward them.

Sonic reacted instinctively. His boosters activated in a split second, launching him away from the crushing impact that shattered the ground and sent debris flying. He zigzagged around, searching for an opening while you leaped high into the air, flames forming an arc of light around you, ready to strike.

"Now!"

Shouting, you unleashed a blast of fire directly at Gargaros’ face. The monster roared in pain, bringing his massive hands to his face to shield himself, giving Sonic the perfect opportunity.

The hedgehog seized the moment, dashing at full speed and striking with a Spin Dash infused with Yo-Kai energy. He slammed into Gargaros’ chest, forcing the creature to stagger back.

But Gargaros wasn’t that easy to bring down.

With a brutal motion, the Oni recovered and swung his club, barely grazing Sonic—but even that was enough to send him crashing against a warped wall of dark energy. The pain reverberated through his entire robotic body.

You rushed toward him, kneeling beside him and placing a hand on his metallic chest.

"Sonic! Are you okay?"

Your other hand instinctively lifted your mask, revealing your face to assess his injuries better. Sonic’s eyes widened as, for the first time, he saw your true features. For a moment, he felt a strong connection between you, an unshakable desire to fight alongside you forever.

Sonic froze for a second. His gaze took in every detail of your now-visible face. Without the mask, you looked more... real. As if the warrior who always kept her distance was, in truth, someone just like him.

He blinked a few times before finally speaking.

"So this is what you were hiding?" Sonic whispered.

You raised an eyebrow.

"Expected something different?"

Sonic shook his head, a small smile forming.

"Nah... It’s just that... Never mind. We have a fight to win."

Masking how impressed he was, he simply huffed, forcing himself to sit up.

"I've faced worse... but this guy hits hard."

You grasped his metallic hand firmly, transferring a warm energy through the cold metal.

"We can do this. Trust me."

He returned the gesture, nodding.

"Always."

You stood up together, facing the red monster. Gargaros roared once more, preparing another attack.

"This time, we do it my way!" Sonic shouted, dashing in the opposite direction, drawing the Yo-Kai's attention. He ran in circles, increasing his speed and creating a whirlwind of wind around the enemy.

"Got it!" you exclaimed, raising your energy to its peak. The flames around you flared up, illuminating the darkness, until you concentrated all of it into a single point in the palms of your hands.

"NOW!" Sonic yelled.

At the exact moment Gargaros attempted to strike, you launched your fire blast into the opening Sonic had created. The impact was devastating. The fire fused with the vortex of air generated by the hedgehog’s speed, turning into a fiery whirlwind that engulfed Gargaros.

The creature let out a wail, its dark energy form slowly disintegrating. Flames consumed its body as its roar of rage and pain echoed, until it was finally silenced.

Terror Time began dissolving around them, the distorted buildings vanishing into the void. Sonic finally stopped running, standing beside you as you both, breathless, watched where the creature had been.

Sonic turned to you, a tired smirk on his face. "Tell me he's not coming back in ten minutes."

You laughed, still catching your breath. "No... at least not anytime soon."

The hedgehog stepped closer, his eyes shining with a different kind of warmth.

"Hey... About before... Thanks. For everything. You really helped me, offered to fight by my side."

You smiled softly, your eyes gentler as they met his.

"You would’ve done the same for me."

Without thinking, Sonic took your hand, feeling real warmth through his cold metal. For the first time since becoming a Robian, he felt something beyond emptiness. For the first time, he felt alive again, like he always had before—not like the scrap metal he once thought he'd become.

"Terror Time... It dissipated," Sonic observed, thoughtful about how he would return home.

"Not completely... That energy is still inside you, Sonic. It's still possible to open the portal and send you back. And the best part—you really did it, you saved your world." You gave him a sweet smile.

"None of this was just me. We did it together." He flashed a small grin.

"If you prefer to see it that way... Come on, we need to tell everyone about our victory."

You both started walking back to HQ at a relaxed pace.

"By the way... You're really pretty... Especially without that mask hiding your face." He gave you a playful wink, and you laughed at his comment.

"Well, I appreciate that... Maybe I'll start leaving the mask off from now on then." Now, it was his turn to chuckle softly.

--*--

All eyes were on you, filled with disbelief. Venoct sighed, closing his eyes.

"Wait, say that again—you’re what?" Sonic asked again, completely shocked by what he'd just heard.

You had just returned to the Blasters’ HQ, and the first thing you did was seek out the only one—the only Yo-Kai—who could use the Terror Time energy inside Sonic to safely open a portal back to his world.

And that was when Venoct revealed something that took everyone by surprise.

"Yes, yes, I’m the daughter of this world’s ruler. Surprise." You said, not particularly enthusiastic.

Sonic stood there, stunned.

"So you're telling me I’ve been running around with the Yo-Kai princess this whole time, and nobody told me?!"

You crossed your arms.

"And does that change anything?"

Sonic rubbed the back of his neck.

"Hm... Honestly? Now that you said it, it kinda makes sense. You fight like someone who's been trained since childhood."

Jules patted Sonic on the shoulder.

"Son, you two make a great pair, don't you think?" He chuckled. "Well, it’s an honor to be in your presence, and it'll be an honor to meet your father."

"I'll guide you to where Lord Enma is," Venoct stepped forward.

"I need to talk to Sonic first. Go ahead, Venoct." You nodded to him.

Once your ally had left, taking Sonic’s family with him, you turned to the hedgehog.

"Well, I guess this is it... Are you ready to go back to your world?" Your tone was friendly and playful, trying to keep things light. Sonic laughed awkwardly, scratching his head.

"Ah, yeah, yeah, I’m totally ready..." He hesitated for a moment. "We’ve been through a lot, huh?"

"Yeah, I have to admit, it’s been quite the journey." You adjusted the sleeves of your kimono nervously. "You know... I’m going to miss you, Hero of Mobius."

"Drop the 'hero' thing... I’m just a hedgehog... well, a Robian hedgehog who loves adventures." He chuckled softly, then sighed. "It was really nice getting to know you, (Y/N). But now we gotta go, right? Can’t keep your dad waiting too long."

--*--

Sonic’s family sat in a spacious, luxurious hall inside Lord Enma’s palace, with Venoct standing beside them. The blue flames of the torches cast an ethereal glow over the room, giving the place an air of grandeur and mystery.

You and Sonic arrived at the same time. Sonic's mouth opened slightly in awe at the sight of the palace, his eyes quickly scanning everything until they landed on the familiar silhouettes of his family. Venoct stood beside them, all seated in front of a large table.

On the other side of the table, sitting on a throne-like chair, resting his face on his hand with an amused look, was a red-skinned, yellow-haired figure—whom Sonic assumed to be Lord Enma.

You both approached, Sonic feeling a bit apprehensive, though still somewhat excited to be there. Stopping in front of the grand table, the Yo-Kai ruler observed the two of you with a small smirk before finally speaking in a low voice.

"Now that the formalities are out of the way," Lord Enma began, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, "I think this is the perfect time to share a little something about our dear (Y/N) with our esteemed guests."

Your eyes widened, and a chill ran down your spine, a cold dread settling in your stomach.

"Wait, Dad... What do you mean by that?"

Enma snapped his fingers, and in the blink of an eye, a large scroll unraveled in the air, displaying images projected onto a magical surface. The first picture showed a much younger version of you, dressed in childish pajamas, clutching a huge stuffed animal with a teary expression.

"Awww, look at this! This was the first night (Y/N) tried to sleep alone without a nightlight!" Enma announced, laughing as he pointed at the image.

Sonic tilted his head, barely holding back a laugh.

"Wait, you used to sleep with a nightlight? That’s adorable."

You covered your face with the palm of your hand, feeling overwhelmingly embarrassed, while Sonic couldn’t help but find it hilarious—especially after seeing how formidable a warrior you were.

"Dad! Don’t do this to me!" Your voice sounded desperate, but it only served to encourage Enma even more—after all, he was just getting started. With a wave of his hand, the image changed to another scene: a younger you, running through the palace wearing a crown-like oversized hat that was clearly too big for your head.

"And here we have little (Y/N) wearing some random hat as a crown and proclaiming herself the new ruler of the Yo-Kai World!" Enma laughed.

Jules and Bernadette chuckled softly, exchanging glances, while Shard let out a whistle.

"Look at that, she always had the spirit of a leader!" He turned to Sonic, giving him a subtle wink.

Sonic was struggling to keep his laughter in.

"Hey, maybe you would’ve made a good ruler!" He nudged you with his elbow.

"I was five years old!" You protested, stomping your foot in frustration and embarrassment.

The sequence of images continued: you with a face covered in birthday cake, you tripping and falling straight into a fountain, and finally, a picture that even made Uncle Chuck stifle a chuckle. It was a picture of you sleeping on the palace floor with your mouth wide open, clutching a toy sword.

"This was when she swore she’d stay up all night to patrol the palace," Enma explained. "She lasted exactly fifteen minutes."

Sonic finally lost it, bursting into laughter, slapping his knee.

"This is pure gold! I wish I had seen this in person!"

You covered your face with both hands again, your entire body trembling with embarrassment.

"I'll never get over this..."

Lord Enma smiled, crossing his arms. "Oh, I have more if you want to see."

Before more images could appear, you used your Yo-Kai powers to try to erase the projection, but Enma quickly reversed the spell with a simple gesture.

Sonic put an arm around her shoulders, still laughing. "Relax, princess. This just proves you've always been amazing. Even if, you know, a little clumsy."

You grumbled but ended up resting your forehead against his, still feeling your cheeks warm.

"Well, I think this shows that our new friend has had a pretty eventful life." Jules smiled. "And that she'll fit perfectly into our family." Bernadette nodded.

Lord Enma gave a satisfied smile. "Well, if that's the case, then I think I can consider this introduction dinner a success!"

"What is this, Dad? That's not why we're here!" You crossed your arms at him. "Oh yeah? Well then, go ahead." He still had an amused smile on his face, waiting for you to take a deep breath and finally say what you needed to.

--*--

With a crackle and a buzzing sound, the purple-colored portal began to open in front of Lord Enma. "This should do it. I have to say, the amount of Yo-Kai energy in it is impressive, truly." Your father crossed his arms, observing the Robian hedgehog. Then, turning to you again, he noticed your troubled and distracted expression. "Are you going to say goodbye to your friend?"

Snapping out of your trance, you nodded briefly, approaching Sonic. A little farther back, Venoct watched everything while leaning against the wall, and near the portal, Sonic’s family turned their attention to you two.

"Well, I guess this is it... Are you ready to go back to your world?" You tried to sound casual, but something in your voice faltered at the end.

Sonic chuckled, scratching his neck. "Oh, yeah, totally ready... I think."

The silence between you two lasted a little longer than expected. Then, you took something out of your pocket—a small, shining pendant with the symbol of the Enma Tribe engraved on it.

"Take this with you. It can protect you... Or just remind you that you’ll always have a home here too."

Sonic took the amulet carefully, twirling it between his fingers. For some reason, he felt like he shouldn't leave so quickly.

"So... Does this mean I have to come back someday?" He smiled.

You shrugged. "If you want. But don’t expect me to come and get you."

He held the pendant tightly, laughing softly. "It’s good to know I’m still welcome."

You both smiled and nodded. Sonic turned to his family, a strange sense of longing already filling him as he approached his parents.

Bernadette was the first to notice that her son seemed a bit down, placing a hand on his shoulder. The others noticed and gathered closer.

"Son..." She called, lifting his chin to make him look into her eyes. "Listen... It’s okay if you want to stay here... In fact, I wish for your happiness, and if that happiness is here in this world... Then do it."

Sonic’s eyes widened for a moment, left speechless. Jules sighed. "Your mother is right, son. We want what’s best for you, and we understand that you’ve been through a lot in Mobius... Especially in those last days. I could feel how much you were struggling... But here, here you laugh, you have fun, and you have a freedom you never had before... I won’t force you to go back to Mobius. I want you to have the same joy you had before becoming a Robian, and I saw that joy in your eyes here."

"Wait, wait, n-no, this won’t work, I need to protect you, and defeat Eggman—" Bernadette placed a finger over his metallic lips, silencing him.

"Don’t think about that. You have the power to open portals and go there. I’m sure these friendly Yo-Kai will always help you when needed. Visit whenever you can..." She cupped his cheeks, pulling him in to kiss his forehead.

"We’ll be fine, Sonic, and you take care of yourself here." Chuck patted his back.

Sonic’s mother looked into Enma’s eyes, nodding briefly as if a silent understanding passed between them. Then, she hugged her son tightly, followed by the rest of the family.

"This isn’t goodbye, son. We’ll see each other soon." Bernadette held Jules' hand, stepping into the portal first.

"Take care, Sonic, and try not to end up destroying this world with your speed." Shard playfully ruffled his head, while Chuck gave him an approving nod, shaking his nephew’s hand.

Sonic stood still before the portal, the purple energy flickering in the air, the metallic reflection of his body gleaming on the portal’s surface. He lifted a foot, about to step forward... but then stopped.

A tight feeling gripped him. He looked back—at you. And in that instant, he knew he couldn’t leave.

He lowered his foot and took a deep breath. "I... I think I already made my choice."

Bernadette’s eyes shone, but she didn’t cry. Instead, she smiled proudly. "You did, my son. And we’re happy for you."

Even after all his family had stepped through the portal, Sonic remained still, watching it close.

Your first reaction when the portal fully shut was to run to him, kneeling down and pulling him into a hug.

"So, you decided to stay, huh?" You laughed. He chuckled softly, returning the embrace.

Enma approached, crossing his arms.

"Things turned out better than expected, and now you can have your power back!"  Enma raised his hand, and a golden glow surrounded both you and Sonic for a brief moment.

"Now, you are officially part of our world and my Tribe, hedgehog." Enma declared.

Sonic blinked, touching his metallic chest as he felt the energy shimmering inside him. "Well, that was... different." He smirked, feeling the Yo-Kai power flow back into him.

"Consider it a gift, a recognition. And also a warning: take good care of my daughter."

"I can’t thank you enough... This place... has become a home for me." Sonic held your hand as you stood beside him.

"Yes, definitely, and I can also see that you and my daughter make a very efficient team. I see no other option but to bless your relationship." He said happily. You felt your face heat up but chose not to react, remaining silent. "It will be good to have someone fighting alongside my daughter. The Blasters always need help, and I’m sure Gargaros won’t easily give up on completely taking over a world, so stay alert and work together to prevent that."

"As you wish, Father." You bowed briefly. "I’m looking forward to this new chapter of my life." You squeezed his hand briefly, and Sonic nodded.

The two of you, ready to start a new life—one that would last for eternity.

--*--

Sonic never thought he would one day choose to stay away from Mobius. But there he was, sitting on the rooftop of Lord Enma’s Palace, gazing at the vast starry sky of the Yo-Kai World. The night breeze blew gently, and for the first time in a long while, he felt something close to peace. He felt complete and content, no longer sensing that emptiness inside him or the feeling that something was missing ever since he first became a robotic being.

Life had changed drastically since he became a Robian, but somehow, he had found something that made it all worth it—you.

"(Y/N), you’re stalling again, aren’t you?" Sonic turned his head, watching you standing beside him, holding a small scroll in your hands.

"Me? Never," you replied with a mischievous smile.

"Uh-huh, sure... So, what does Lord Enma want from us now?"

You sighed, sitting next to him, your shoulders touching.

"Nothing much... He was just helping me plan our next mission. We have countless places with Yo-Kais that need to be kept in check, as well as ensuring the Yo-Kai World and other realms coexist peacefully. It’s going to be quite the job."

Sonic stayed silent for a moment, looking at his metallic hands. He missed his old life, running across the open fields of Mobius, battling Eggman, feeling the real wind against his face. But now, he also had a new purpose—to help the worlds, prevent anomalies like the ones that had occurred, and ensure harmony between Yo-Kais and other species.

And more than that, he had someone by his side now.

He averted his gaze to you, watching how your eyes gleamed under the moonlight, how the fabric of your kimono swayed gently. He remembered the fear he felt when he almost lost you and the certainty that came after. Just the thought of returning to his world without you caused him physical pain, proving that he would never be able to live without your presence by his side again.

"Well, we have to decide on our first mission, then," he said softly.

"Hmm, I’ve got an idea! How about a little investigation in Mobius? There's a surge of Yo-Kai energy coming from the top of a mountain," you said excitedly, watching as his smile grew wider. Sonic stood up.

"So, I guess that makes us the official guardians of balance between worlds, huh?" you said, rolling up the scroll and securing it at your waist near your sheathed sword.

"Yeah, and we're gonna do it in style!" Sonic winked at you.

Your laughter echoed through the night, and once again, Sonic couldn't shake the feeling that this was right—this was where he had always needed to be.

You watched Sonic for a moment, seeing the moonlight reflect off his metallic body.

"Do you regret it?"

He looked at you and shook his head.

"No. For the first time in a long while... I feel like I belong somewhere." Then, he flashed his signature grin, a spark of excitement in his eyes. "Now, let’s go before things get too sentimental."

You chuckled, and together, you leaped from the rooftop, ready for the next adventure.

He didn’t know what the future held for them, but one thing was certain—they would face it together.

[star-going-supernova]

Star, sorry to keep attacking you with these fic/ficlet ideas but, you know how the bots taunt Gregory thoughout the game? What if he subconsiously answers them? You know, something along the lines of... Roxy: I bet you don't even have friends. Gregory: No, I really don't. Roxy: Wait, what? And... Roxy: You are nothing! Nobody will miss you! Gregory: That's right, I'm nothing. Everyone hates me and I won't be missed. Roxy: Hold up! I got the idea from Ao3 comment, believe it or not.

Here we go with the tumblr generated prompts, starting with number four! I modified some of the taunts for creative purposes. I also took this more in a comedic direction, aka, Gregory snaps back and I kinda poke fun at how dumbed-down the animatronics were in the game, lol. With a fluffy ending, naturally.

If You Can’t Take It, Don’t Dish It Out 

Gregory cracked open the photo booth curtain to keep an eye on the nearby elevator. He’d pressed the down button, but Roxy had joined him on the mezzanine before it arrived. He could just wait for her to wander off again. Or he could put his Fazerblaster to good use. 

Roxy prowled closer. “Give up, kid,” she snarled. The elevator dinged, and the doors began sliding open. “You’re just a loser, and no—” 

“Takes one to know one!” Gregory hollered as he leapt out of the photo booth and zapped Roxy in the eyes with his Fazerblaster. She howled and flinched back, giving him enough time to dash to the safety of the elevator. He stuck his tongue out at her as the doors closed. 

“I’m not a loser!” she screeched, muffled. There was a thump that suggested Roxy had stomped her foot.

He snickered and selected a floor. Seemed like he’d hit a nerve. 

• • •

Gregory skidded into the security office and slapped the button to close the door behind him without a moment to spare. Chica nearly slammed into it with a squawk. She scrambled at the metal for a moment before shuffling over to the window. Her creepy eyes glowed down at him.

“I’m here to help! Your family is looking for you!” Chica said, gratingly cheerful. For robots that could seem uncannily alive, sometimes they were dumber than a box of rocks. Did she think he’d forgotten how she was the one who just chased him in there? Besides…

Rolling his eyes, Gregory shot back, “That’s a pretty big change of heart, considering they’re the ones who abandoned me.” 

Chica’s head twitched. Her beak opened, then snapped shut. Shocked speechless, awesome. 

“Shoo,” Gregory said, trying to wave her away. “Go think up new stupid lines somewhere else.” 

She went, grumbling to herself. 

(To her credit, the next time they crossed paths, she tried, “I’m here to help! Freddy is looking for you!” Which—yeah. Not much better, but funny as hell. Her awareness that Freddy cared about him was at pretty ridiculous odds with how blind the animatronics were to how Freddy was helping him.

Especially since Gregory was literally climbing inside Freddy’s chest at the time. “Your friends are pretty dumb,” Gregory said as they watched Chica stop and wander off as soon as the hatch closed. 

“I—they are not…” Freddy sighed. “Yes. Yes, Gregory, they are.”) 

• • •

Gregory was feeling pretty good. He had less than two hours before he was free to go, and he’d just sent Roxy into her fourth tantrum of the night by responding to her taunt of “You are nothing!” with “I know you are but what am I?” Giving robots existential crises was turning out to be fun. 

In terms of bad one-liners, though, Monty was on a whole other level. 

“You can hide, but you can’t hide!” 

Gregory face-palmed. “And you can talk, but gosh, you really can’t talk. This is just embarrassing.” He continued along the catwalk at a leisurely pace. 

Beneath him, Monty was turning in rapid circles as he followed along across the mini-golf course, as though that was at all helpful in his quest to catch Gregory. 

“There are no thoughts in your head, are there? Just static and some crap programing.” 

He almost felt bad for the animatronics. Given that Freddy was fully capable of intelligent conversation, it seemed the rest of them had been seriously downgraded. At least, Gregory kinda hoped they weren’t usually like this. Freddy deserved to have friends who were more articulate than a pull-string talking toy. 

• • •

Way to go, superstar! Well done, Gregory! Great job, superstar! 

No matter how many times Freddy congratulated him or cheered him on or praised him for even the smallest victory—and he’d done it many times—Gregory couldn’t seem to respond. He always just ducked his head or turned away, biting back a pleased, nearly bashful smile. 

Sarcastic comments, mocking taunts, insults—they rolled off him like water off a duck’s back. And he had no trouble dishing them out in return. Same old, same old. 

It made him feel silly, then, that it was Freddy’s kindness that silenced him so thoroughly. All night, he was left stumbling over being complimented. 

But it also got easier to hear, bit by bit, the more Freddy said that sort of stuff, his beaming smile audible even if his face couldn’t quite show it. 

As the barricades began to rise, letting in the early morning sunlight, Freddy knelt down and gathered him into a hug and said with utmost sincerity, “I am proud of you, superstar.” 

Gregory, at long last, was finally able to find his voice. He pressed his forehead to his protector’s shoulder. “Thanks, Freddy,” he said quietly. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” 

[robinette-green]

I used to get a lot of nose bleeds as a kid and even though I don’t get them anymore I can still remember how people used to freak out.

The way Sun and Moon would react is a little different from how Solaris and Lucien would react.

Solaris would gasp before franticly pulling a handkerchief from a pocket and holding it to your nose.

“Sit, sit, sit! What happened?! Are you alright!?” He’d fuss over you and kiss your forehead as he held your hair back and you let the bleeding stop and once it was all over he’d want to get you a treat.

If it were Sun and Moon:

Sun would freak! Hands waving franticly, he’d scramble to get the first aide kit as he babbles about how everything will be alright! It’ll all be okay!! Pulling the first aid kit free, everything goes flying out of it and by the time he’s finished franticly picking up everything and made it back to you, you’ve already got a paper towel held to your noise and have everything handled. In the end you’d have to comfort Sun.

For Moon I’ve actually written something alone the lines of what he would do. The bleeding is more from hitting the nose then from just a normal nose bleed but I feel the way be behaves here would be similar.

I cowered on the floor, hands clamped over my ears as Sun struggled and screamed, his shift over to Moon a painful one as Sun fought to prevent it. 

It took longer than I would have liked to kick myself to move. Sun's scream turned into a growl as I forced my legs underneath me and scrabbled at the floor to pull myself into a run. 

"You're up past your bedtime." 

I didn't chance a look as I ran for the closest play structure. Moon's voice was as raspy and creepy as it was in the game. There was a faint red glow behind me, then with an evil giggle, it was suddenly gone as Moon, presumably, using his cord to lift into the air. 

Dashing across the floor to the nearest play set, Moon dropped in front of me, and I had to skid to a stop and change directions. 

I could barely see the padded floor before me in the dark, so I didn't see the kiddie chair set to the side until I'd tripped over it. 

I was sent flying into one of the plastic walls of a play structure with a yelp. Smacking into it face first, pain rocketed up my nose accompanied by a metallic smell. 

This was pathetic. I was going to be caught, and I hadn't even made it into a structure. 

Slowly, I sat up, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as pain radiated from my poor nose. 

A whimper left me as I lifted my hand to my nose and found that hot, sticky liquid was trickling down my face. Was that blood? Had I broken it? 

Then Moon landed next to me, and I panicked, scrambling away with a pathetic panicking noise. 

On my hands and knees, I dove for one of the tubes at ground level but got stuck, back hitting the top of the tube. I'd have to slide through on my stomach if I wanted to get any further, but I wasn't given the chance. 

"Stop. You'll hurt yourself more." 

Large hands easily halted my escape, snagging me around the middle and lifting me out of the tube and into the air. 

"N-NO!" I yelped, covering my nose and squeezing my eyes shut. 

Moon had caught me so easily. There'd been no chase; I'd just immediately put myself out of commission. Would he kill me now? Choke me to death like he did in some of the fan fictions I'd read? Maybe he'd take me to Vanny, and she'd kill me. 

Tears were pouring down my face now, body trembling, blood dripping into my hands from my throbbing nose, convinced that this would be my end. I'd lost the game so quickly, and there were no save files I could switch to. 

Carefully, the hands holding me set me down on the edge of the security desktop. 

My eyes flew open, and I looked up, confused and scared, into red eyes. With a soft, comforting noise, Moon carefully pulled my hands away from my face. I struggled, but the animatronic was much too strong. 

"Let me see what you've done," Moon murmured, his red eyes flicking over the tears and blood. 

A flash of blue light blinded me in the dark, leaving me squinting with an afterimage left in my eyes. 

"You didn't break it, but I'm sure it hurts." 

I was having a really hard time processing what was going on. Moon wasn't trying to kill me. Instead, he was caring for me as though I was a small child who had had a tumble. 

I did have a rather nasty tumble, but I wasn't a child. 

Though I am crying like one… and my nose really hurts. 

"I-if you're not going to hurt me, t-then why aren't you allowed to come out anymore?" I asked, voice muffled from my messed up nose. 

Moon just stared at me. That was probably not what he'd expected me to say in this situation. 

"Stay." He instructed before vanishing into the dark. 

He didn't answer my question. 

If Moon wasn't dangerous, why had Sun tried so hard to keep him contained? Or maybe switching between the two hurts, and that was all that was to it? But Sun seemed too nervous about the lights for that to be the only thing. I was missing something. Had something happened that made Faz co. forbid Moon from coming out with anyone in the daycare? That would explain the generators. But what had happened? 

Hugging myself, I trembled on the desktop, adrenaline still coursing through my body as I came down from my scare, blood dripping onto my knees as I let it flow, not wanting the hot red gross to flow down my throat. 

"Here." A paper towel was gently held to my nose, and I flinched, having not seen or heard Moon's approach. 

"Head down till the bleeding stops, then we'll use a cold pack on your nose for a bit to help with the swelling."

Holding the paper towel to my nose, I did as instructed and tilted my head down. Moon was standing just to the side of me, crouched slightly, his face plate level with my head, as he reached up to rub my back with one of his massive hands comfortingly. The stars on his puffy jester pants and the little nightcap on his head were glowing faintly in the dark. 

"Thanks…" I mumbled. 

Moon said nothing, continuing to watch me, hand still on my back. We sat there in silence until my nose stopped bleeding, then Moon brought me a cold pack to ease the swelling from my nose.

[cat-buried-in-tall-grass]

ALRIGHT. SPILL EVERYTHING SILVER. I NEED TO KNOWWWWW (and if he has a masterpost that i just. failed to see. link me that right meow)

what agent number is he !! what does he look like !! does he have proper kitty features (other than his REALLY swag claws) !! how tall is he !! is he a radiant ? (if so what are his abilities !!!) whats his overall ~vibe~

omg..... i think he wld get along with pua SO WELL. HE AND NEON AND PUA THE ULTIMATE TRIO !!!! i wonder if he wld get along with shizuka and poeiva too 👀👀 (shizuka being grimshaw's assistant/apprentice and poeiva being chamber's partner and buddies with fade)

i think this may be one of the first times our ocs have directly interacted SO I AM SOOOOO STOKED AND I NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING ABT HIM SO THEY CAN BE FRIENDSSSSS (sorry for all the questions 😭😭)

ASNLKDJFCB OKAY,,,,,,,, no masterpost yet cause i'm Shy:tm: and not everything is fully set in stone yet

agent number is 31, which in numerology is asociated with originality and practicality. it can still change tho i'm. unsure. appearance wise he uh. i'm putting this utc don't wanna make it too long on the dash

his ears are PUNCHED w metal, both of em. his eyes are (nowadays) yellowish orange, and glow proper orange when using his abilities. color pallete is sth along these lines, and the most distinctive aspect of his outfit beyond his big fuckoff metal claws is that he wears a (somewhat cropped) hoodie that's oversized and a lil puffed up to cover up the wiring and metal strapped to him underneath it, which he uses to charge up his claws.

he doesn't have kitty features i'm afraid but he DOES have a kitty ears hoodie. it's his warmest, comfiest hoodie. his bestest hoodie. at heart he's a lynx. he's 179cm/5'8'' tall, and he IS a radiant, through prolonged exposure to radianite. radiation. lol. bit more lore of that can be found on this unfinished lore fic omg don't look at me.

his ability is metallokinesis, he controls all kinds of metal, but it's not exactly metalbending.

the "emp thing" is what's for now his ult. he digs his claws into one of his bombs while they're charged with electricity and throws it ahead to clear an area of traps and stuff. DON'T ASK ABT ANYTHING ELSE THO I NEED TO STUDY A LIL MORE TO MAKE THAT,,,,,,,

PERSONALITY. silver's like a cat in the sense that if he likes you he's really chill and nice and charismatic. and if he dislikes you he's probably two shitty comments away from slashing your throat. BIG hatred for corpos and authority thanks to his bg, really big on Justice and Retribuition, but it's skewed by his own personal experiences and attachments. the line between justice and revenge gets blurred. but when he's chill he's SO chill. literally a buddy. loves metalworking and general crafts, he made his claws and bombs out of literal scrap. big fan of card and tabletop games. has a soft spot for kids. loves himself someone who can match his vibe.

he's adopting shizuka as a SISTER tyvm, you got my back and i got yours kinda deal, a lil bickering but if anything happens to her he's jumping out and biting. poeiva. well. anyone who associates w chamber closely is on The Shitlist i'm afraid. buddies w fade tho? that means straight up "hm" territory

god that's a lot of stuff BUT HE'S SOOOOOO WILLING TO BE BUDDIES,,,,,,, I WANT THEM TO BE FRIENDS 🥺 LET THEM INTERACT....... HOLDING HIM UP TO YOU. HE'S J A SILLY LIL GUY WHO WANTS TO DO ARTS AND CRAFTS.

[oakwolves]

18 + your favorite infinity train ship for the kiss game (i do not go here but we've been mutuals for so long that you are just a comforting presence on the dash so.)

Aww ty! I'm glad to hear that! Sorry this took so long lol. I went with Doebells (Kez/Alan Dracula) for this prompt since i've already done this one with a different ship!

As her friends walked away laughing, Kez felt the last of her draining confidence slipping away.When she heard the car door slam shut, she sighed and  gravitated lower to the ground against the wall. She looked back at the bathroom door where Ryan and Min-Gi were and heard the sound of music playing quietly. She smiled slightly, then floated away from the door without a word.

“I’ll just… leave you guys to that…” she made her way over to one of the punch tables. But as soon as she lowered her cup into the punch bowl, the table rustled a little. Then, it suddenly, launching the punch bowl in the air and leaving a white-tailed deer in its place.

“Oh my god!” Kez shieked, dropping her cup. Upon a closer look, she recognized who it was. The punch bowl,  landed on the deer and soaked him completely

The deer snorted and dug his feet into the ground a few times. He then burst into flames, instantly evaporating the punch before the fire went out.

“Oh… hey! I didn’t see you at all at this party,” she said. “But… I guess that doesn't really matter since the party’s over now…I kinda blew it.”

The deer started to nudge Kez towards a different table, one with various snacks. As he helped himself to the leftover food, Kez rested on the table next to him quietly. She glanced at the bathroom door again. Ryan and Min-Gi still hadn’t come out. Not that she blamed them. Now that the party was a bust, they’d be stuck here until the next party rolls around.

A puff of hot air brushed over her, sending her a few inches backwards. She looked up to find the deer peering down at her.

“Oh, that’s my friends there. I’m sure you saw what happened on stage. I really thought things would go well. I mean, we’re so close to seeing Morgan and… things would be alright.”

Kez sighed and decided to help herself to some of the food on the table alongside the deer.

“I really thought I’d be able to help these guys and maybe do something right for a change,” she said. “But even if we do get out of this car and back to my car I’m still worried about stuff going wrong.”

The deer snorted, as though asking Kez to elaborate before continuing to devour the food in front of him.

“You know how I said I wanted to explore the other cars for a while? Well, I uh, I kinda, like, got kicked out,” she admitted. “I swear I wasn’t trying to ruin Morgan’s life, things just happened so quickly and I couldn’t stop everything from coming crashing down before it was too late. When I ran into Ryan and Min-Gi, they're just… always fighting and then they make up and then they start fighting again…at least they seem to be getting along now.”

Kez shoveled another brownie in her mouth.

In between bites, she said, “Those two have a lot going on from wherever they came from that I can’t even begin to understand. I figured that maybe it would be better if… they didn’t have to go back home and deal with all that. And maybe Morgan wouldn’t be lonely anymore. It’s, like,  supposed to be a win-win? Right?”

The little bell deflated when she detected no reaction from the deer. She continued eating quietly. The deer suddenly straightened up, projecting a glowing image from his antlers. When Kez looked closer, she saw an apparition of herself talking to Ryan and Min-Gi. The guys looked a little upset, but understanding. The three of them shared a hug before the image  faded out into the air. The deer closed his eyes briefly before staring back at Kez.

“You’re right…. I should talk to them about this,” Kez said. “When the moment’s right. Thanks.”

The deer blinked before nuzzling the metal shell of Kez’s body. She felt her body heat up slightly and smiled at him. The door to the bathroom opened, and Min-Gi popped his head out looking around. His eyes rested on Kez. He shifted a little and patted the space on her shoulder , encouraging her to take a seat there. Kez looked back between Min-Gi and the deer. The deer snorted and nudged Kez towards the bathroom.

“Alright, alright, I’ll go!” she laughed. She leaned in and left a brief kiss on the side of the deer’s face. His antlers suddenly burst alive with sparkling roses blooming on the crown. One of the roses fell off, and he leaned forward to catch it in his mouth to eat. With that, he gave Kez one final nudge towards Min-Gi and took off.

Kez watched the deer fly off into the air before following Min-Gi into the bathroom.

[knownangels]

nightcrawler

Close enough to towns, Benji and Matilda prefer to take their rests in relative comfort. Even for her little farmhand, who grew up in far less luxurious conditions, the hard ground occasionally draws impatience and displeasure. And certainly, the average tavern’s bed offers no more comfort. But that doesn’t mean that a tavern has none of it to offer. 

Or, at least, a tavern’s inhabitants.

“Well,” Benji says, the metal rings of his tankard clacking against the table. “Shall I, or has this one already foolishly stumbled into your web?”

Matilda follows his gaze across the tavern. “You know that I have done worse to people who have said kinder.”

Benji’s smile is syrupy and devious; he’s already two pints down. “And ‘ave you let ‘em?” He teases. His dark eyes reflect strangely with licks of orange from the fire pit in the center of the room. “Say kindness to you, I mean.” 

“Mm. If there is gain to be found in such…pleasantries.” She sneers the word, rolling her eyes. “Does he look capable?” 

Her companion tucks a fist under his chin and assesses. The man who has been watching them — or one of them, she can’t be sure who — balks a bit at the combined power of their twin stare. Benji’s entrancing brown and Matilda’s strange, glowing amber.

The stranger is handsome and, unfortunately for him, both of their types. His hair curls where it sits at the base of his neck, parted to the side in a manner that compliments the structure of his face. Sleek, straight nose, prettily rounded eyes, a pink mouth. 

“In general,” Benji starts evenly, but the words quickly drip into a suggestive, condescending drawl. “Or of pleasantries?”

“Yes.” Matilda says with a smirk of her own, and then they’re tittering behind their fists, trying not to laugh too loudly.

He looks incapable of anything but pleasantry. He looks clean and prim; golden, the way of favored knights, but with a tired smear beneath his eyes. Hair shiny, skin clear and unmarred by spots or scars. Handsome, but wrong. Filthy; the hint of danger about him dirties that glimmer with an aura Matilda is quite drawn towards. Like a bat orbiting the dusk air, seeking sustenance from an abundance of summer-time biting insects, she feels herself empty. She stares at their prey, and decides then:

Be crushed, be ground to nothing between my teeth. Let me bite and feed and be fed. 

Yes. Lovely, this one. Lean with a bit of physical power; Matilda’s preference. Charming, if his slight smile betrays any skill of it, with a tilt towards unfiltered smugness; Benji’s. Matilda could laugh again. That they might silently bargain him like a dice game’s prize. 

Do I feel inclined towards pleasantries this evening, she wonders, her eyes locked to the stranger’s, or is there something else that would sustain me?

Benji’s knowing smile is wrinkled sweetly under the knuckles that he presses to his cheek. “And what would your dashing, mysterious thief say if he knew you contemplated other bodies warming your bed?”

Matilda sucks her teeth. She thinks of that face, shadowed under a night-black hood. Thinks of it lit by candles or the sun or the moon. Clear to her. Beautiful.

“Nothing, if he knows what is good for him.”

Her friend bats his eyelashes and his head tilts, ink-spill hair brushing his shoulder. “And is that you, Til? Are you good for him? Is he becoming agreeably competent with pleasantries?” 

She glares, but it is ineffective when he’s stuck his mind to a jest, when he’s fizzy and floating on drink. “No.”

An answer to both questions — she isn’t sure which one she fears more than the other, but she hopes that they are both lies. 

“Oh, you’ll break his poor heart,” Benji laughs. He taps her wrist in a rhythm that nicely accompanies the bard’s tune swirling in the air. “When we ran into him on the road that time, he looked at you as if he —”

Her — the thief’s face. Open hurt across it, shattering something within her that she dare not name, dare not admit even existed.

“You’d gone,” he had said to her when she pulled him off the roadside to privacy, away from Benji. “I went to see you. I thought…”

“Foolishness.” Matilda had scoffed, her hands on her hips and eyes cast primly to the sky. Veneer of annoyance, a way to avoid looking at him. Because she felt summarily like falling into his arms, and that had enraged her. “You thought foolishness, I am sure. A skill second only to those deft fingers in a lock.”

As if that had been all there was between them. 

“There is little I like less than men who presume to know.” Matilda snaps at Benji, her temper flaring. “Especially when those presumptions meander too close to me.”

He pouts, but is otherwise unfettered by her venomous response. If there is one thing she regrets about their journey together, it is allowing him to peer into her at all. She isn’t sure she could have stopped him in the first place: for such a common upbringing, he is incredibly discerning.

“Yes, honed by time and care for others,” he’d curtly told her one of their first meetings, when she’d roundabout complimented his honed mind.

“Which is to say,” she’d responded impishly, “that you like to waste time in your own thick skull, and that a pretty face will make you weak.”

He’d merely grinned at her, dark brows rising on his forehead. “Ah. So we do have some things in common, then.”

Matilda huffs and stands from the table abruptly, drawing her cloak tighter around her shoulders. Benji stares up at her, eyes lazily half-lidded but piqued with interest. 

“Well?”

“Well.” She announces, tilting her chin. “I am going to fuck the strange one.” She points a finger into his face. He snaps wolfishly at it, mouth a teasing sneer. “Do not — stop that — do not have anymore to drink. You’re properly whetted, and if you have another you’ll not be up until midday.” 

“Heh,” Benji snorts, chin jerking towards the stranger. “Whetted.” 

Oh, powers that be. She’ll find him in the morning, roadside ditch or tucked comfortably in bed. Damn him. She knows which she’d prefer.

*

The stranger’s name is unknown to her; though she gives and drags her own from him, she is fine with that limited amount of familiarity. She speaks nothing of his identity. Doesn’t ask after it, because she has neither want nor need. Unknown to her, she doesn’t say his name. Not for the whole evening, no matter how capable he is. How much she’d like to ask, just because men go a particular sort of stupid when their ego hears it on a moan. Not at the beginning, when he tucks his scruffy cheeks between her thighs. Not at the end, into the small hours – which admittedly drag on the longer she keeps vigil in his bed. It’s a good place to be. Hating to admit any sort of talent, Matilda lets the spite turn prickly. She holds his wrists to the mattress eventually; but, at first, she offers pleasantries. Soft, slow kisses his pink mouth, a strong jaw. Moves close, allows their chests to brush. At first, she rocks sweetly and fluidly in his lap. 

Then she becomes cruel. She expects the same from him. Requires it, even. Her ears prick when he digs nails into her hips. Pins and needles at the hint of danger. 

And, like a bat in the sticky heat of summer, she orbits. Opens her mouth and swallows the potential sting. She finds the soft parts of him and the ragged edges alike. Sets teeth in them until he jerks and moans and whimpers when it becomes enough pain. 

“You’re beautiful,” he gasps as her rhythm becomes fiercer, more demanding. He repeats that, and other things that lovers might exchange, until she laughs in his face.

“Sweet thing.” She tucks their noses together, flashing a dangerous grin. “I am going to use you up.”

She sits straight up then. Instead of pressing intimately close, she takes his wrists in her hands. Pins him beneath her, long planes of lean muscle used to swing a dagger and cause hurt. She makes him vulnerable and slack in pleasure. From her, under her. Matilda likes that taste of power on her tongue sometimes. Nearly as much as the sharp zip of magic beneath her skin as she calls upon it for a spell.

There are no spells here, now. Just bodies. And, perhaps begrudgingly, a bit of kindness along with the bite.

So at first, she offers pleasantries. But by the end, they’ve fluttered off into the night and he begs for them to return. Or, maybe not. Begs for them to stay gone. Begs for more. His pretty face is convincing enough that she offers him one singular kiss as he drags over the edge for a final time, head tossed back. It’s a good kiss, and the only she allows.

When Benji shoots her a knowing eyebrow in the morning, already up and horses tacked, she will refuse admittance of being…reinvigorated.

“Sometimes,” Benji says, lifting her onto the horse with ease, “I fear you a nightcrawler, rather than a witch.” He grins at her. “Bloodsucker. Man-eater.” 

Matilda leans down and snaps her teeth at him, golden eyes flashing wide.

“Oh, my poor sweet friend. Your blessings are few and far between.” She demures, teasingly piteous. “Might you count your safety from my web among them?” 

Benji tosses his head back and laughs. “Gladly.”