#Rubber Hose Rampage

[smashboydraws]

Mickey Madness

Draw a whole collection of Mickey's cause I was bored. Which ones do you know?

[luigi177]

i am so hyped for this

OUUUGHHH MY VINTAGES AND RETROS

[npc-is-png]

I know that there are a lot of things to hate about rubber hose rampage, being a cuphead rip off and all

But why is nobody talking about the Frankenstein in the game with the Misfits shirt that does the thriller dance in the background

[bobs-memes]

[ducktracy]

There's a trailer for a game called Rubber Hose Rampage that traces over public domain animation…there's a part in the trailer where they fight a pig but I can't imagine where the footage is from (or if the pig is Porky, or otherwise) and since it's from a Looney Tune I was hoping you'd know

THIS IS, UH… QUITE THE GAME AD LMAO

BUT YEAH! i… actually have no idea! i feel like it has to be drawn over because i can’t think of a single Porky cartoon or even Generic Pig Cartoon that has Porky or Generic Pig wearing an aviator’s hat in that style. my first instinct was to say it’s from Pigs in a Polka—it definitely looks like a pig that was drawn by the Freleng unit, particularly with the semi circle snout and triangle ears… i don’t recall Porky having his ears showing through his cap in Dough for the Dodo since he didn’t in Porky in Wackyland. it would also be easier to see if the animation isn’t the way it was LOL. much respect that he’s evidently dropping SpongeBob jellyfish

i can’t believe i don’t recognize all of the enemies in this. i’ve failed as a historian.. but the queen bee is the bee from The Moth Who Came to Dinner/Eatin’ on the Cuff, the flower is from Flowers for Madame, the chicken is from Swing You Sinners… the cow reminds me of Molly Moo Cow but i’ve only seen one of those shorts so i can’t really confirm. the lizard is the strip dancing lizard from Cross Country Detours.. that’s about where my knowledge ends, but i think that tiger is from a Bosko cartoon (Congo Jazz maybe??). OH and Betty Boop of course. this is truly fascinating and decidedly Not public domain!

[hhbluedynamite]

TADC AU: Superstars!

Yep. I do have fanfics cooking up, plus some drawing, and I did think of an AU of my own.

First, summary:

Nothing seems to want to go right for Monica Brightwen today. Depression was hitting her hard like a freight train, but she somehow was able to push through to go to work, which was a challenge in itself. Her car breaks down, she gets soaked to the bone by some reckless driver, she loses a taxi to some busy woman, and she was nearly late for work…which was apparently fine because her boss was planning to lay her off anyway to free a position for someone else. No biggy…It’s not like Monica actually liked being an accountant… Annnd just to make her day even worse, her apartment building was apparently getting condemned due to the presence of black mold that the landlord failed to tell his tenants about, effectively making Monica homeless… …Great. Just [%$!#]king great! What was the point of anything? Why continue this miserable existence? She didn’t expect the answer to be from a job posting for a gaming complex called the Amazing Digital Circus Arcade Center. The ADCA Center is owned by an extremely eccentric billionaire who has provided lodgings to his employees in exchange for working at his arcade. Well…Monica had nothing else to lose at this point. Besides, it's just a regular arcade center… Right?

If you want to learn more (i.e spoil yourself), keep reading.

(WARNING: It's long)

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Premise:

Obvy, this is a TADC human AU, but with a twist. Through means that I'm still trying to come up with, anyone who works at the arcade center can turn from matter to data so they can transform into their avatars...including Caine, as he's human in this AU. Think Digimon (and, in a sense, Digimon Frontier). While the original purpose of this is unknown to most, the gang uses this ability to save the populace from rampaging entities called the Abstracted.

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AU Name:

It took a while for me to come up with a name for the AU, mainly because I wanted something catchy and circus-y. Popular AUs Freakshow and Carnival came to mind. I did think of Festival or even Showstoppers, but I remembered canon Caine calling the players 'superstars' and that wound up sticking. And it was fitting as the groups' avatars are the mascots of the arcade, having sections dedicated to them and has gained fanbases in-universe of the AU.

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Characters:

Pomni

‘Real’ Name: Monica Brightwen

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 25

Fractal Color(s): Red, Blue, and Gold

Human Facts: Appearance wise, human Pomni looks -- as some would put it -- plain. She is short (5 feet tall to be exact), wears large round glasses, short and unkept dark hair, and usually wears her dress shirt, trousers, and tie as day wear (and work).

Avatar Facts: Nothing has changed much except that her jester outfit is in a slightly darker shade and the yellow accents are more golden in color. The balls on her person also become golden sleigh bells. She also gets extra bells on her gloves and footwear.

Special Abilities: She would eventually learn that she can detach the bells on her person and manipulate their sizes. She can use these bells to either contain the target or as bombs depending on intended use. The bells regenerate after use. Her limbs can also mimic the whole rubber hose animation thing.

Caine

‘Real’ Name: Caine Adams

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: Unknown (late 40s or early 50s)

Fractal Color(s): Red, Orange-Yellow

Human Facts: He is also short (5'5) with olive skin and slicked back red brown hair with a grey streak and is generally fit. He does have heterochromia.

Avatar Facts: Not a lot has changed in his overall design, except for some golden accents, like around his tophat and cufflinks.

Special Abilities: He can create projections either as hard light or visual illusions.

Ragatha

‘Real’ Name: Agatha Weaver

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 30

Fractal Color(s): Orange

Human Facts: A plump woman with fair skin and freckles. Her red hair is usually seen in a messy bun.

Avatar Facts: Her outfit has a more Victorian steampunk style.

Special Abilities: Her main weapon(s) are a large assortment of knives that she can manifest, having an affinity for bladed weapons. She also has the ability to heal via a needle and thread. She doesn't feel pain while in her Avatar form.

Kinger

‘Real’ Name: Axel Callahan

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: 48

Fractal Color(s): Purple, Gold

Human Facts: The tallest human in the group, just passes 6 feet. Kinda lanky and scruffy looking with a stubble, his dirty blonde hair just reaches his shoulders. He wears triangular framed glasses.

Avatar Facts: He wears a royal military uniform instead of his robe, which is more of a long, elaborate cloak with a hood. Wearing the hood helps him focus. And instead of regular gloves, he wears gauntlets.

Special Abilities: He's a marksman, specialty in long range weapons, having great proficiency with firearms and deadly accuracy. His main weapon of choice is a double barrel shotgun, though he also carries a repeating rifle and two flintlock pistols.

Kaufmo

‘Real’ Name: Isaac Kaufmman

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: 35*

Fractal Color(s): Yellow

Human Facts: A large man with a greying beard. (I guess think Jack Black)

Avatar Facts: Not a lot has changed.

Special Abilities: He mostly uses himself as a distraction, sort of like rodeo clowns. He can also throw his voice.

Gangle

‘Real’ Name: Ayaka Kagami

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 26

Fractal Color(s): Rose-red, Spring Green

Human Facts: The second tallest member, clocking at 5'10. She is well-endowed and dresses modestly. She has really long black hair that she usually keeps in a neat ponytail. She wears small oval shaped glasses.

Avatar Facts: Her ribbons make up most of her body and outfit. Her limbs are tightly coiled for thickness and her 'outfit' resembles that of a ballerina okay more like a magical girl. Can’t think of which right now. Her head consists of both her masks, one facing forward and one facing back. They can switch around depending on her mood.

Special Abilities: She's the fastest of the group, very acrobatic, and hits with precise strikes and can use her ribbons to entangle targets.

Zooble

‘Real’ Name: Ashe Pace

Pronouns: They/Them

Age: 22½ 

Fractal Color(s): Hot Pink, Deep Purple

Human Facts: Androgynous in appearance with dark skin and light patches. They have medium length hair with one side cut and dyed dark magenta. They have piercings on their lip, nose, eyebrow, and ears. They walk with a limp, aided with a cane. They have a sleeve tattoo on their left arm.

Avatar Facts: Nothing has changed, except for two slots in their back.

Special Abilities: They can change their detachable limbs into any usable tool. The two slots are usually reserved for wings.

Jax

‘Real’ Name: Jack Pratt

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: 22

Fractal Color(s): Golden yellow

Human Facts: Tanned skin and dark cropped hair with blonde highlights.

Avatar Facts: Does look noticeably buffer than canon and broader shoulders. Wears a muscle shirt, a leather-looking jacket, baggie pants, two belts, and wrappings around his hands and feet.

Special Abilities: The physically strongest. His main use of weaponry are usually giant hammers, but he would use bats, and knuckledusters. He specializes more in blunt weapons.

(Note: Human names are just for the AU. Their canon real names are unknown)

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That's it for now until I can think of other stuff. Feel free to ask questions over in the ask box.

[the-monkey-ruler]

how common is it for adaptations to give stone monkey a (usually female) friend on flowerfruit mountain? i've noticed it in a couple adaptations and wonder if it comes from a specific adaptation

Funny enough YES!

At least I think we can all think of one man in particular for the common grey-fur monkey companion that Shihou/Wukong has...

And that is Tezuka Osamu!

I think it starts with his manga My SonGoku ぼくの孫悟空.

This was first published in 1952 and has been quite influential in Japanese interpretations of Sun Wukong.

He was actually influenced by Tessen Koshu who made the Princess Iron Fan cartoon 铁扇公主 in 1941 with that kind of rubber hose kind of art style.

Anyway, the main point is that this guy made a certain character at the start of his manga before Wukong left for his training.

"While Biko, a monkey born from a stone, starts as a shy crybaby, he becomes the king of the monkeys with the encouragement of a gentle sister monkey, LinLin. He learns Senjutsu, becomes Son Goku, and goes on a rampage in Heaven...

Sister edition of "Boku no Son Goku", girls' manga version "Journey to the West"."

Otherwise known as RinRin depending on how you translate it. Or even DeeDee or Reina. Depends on what you are looking at.

"RinRin-chan" The tomboyish monkey to the main character. She names the stone monkey Biko and takes care of him as an older sister."

I haven't read the manga (I don't know Japanese) nor do I understand how manga history in how this is both a "Hitomi" (Akita Shoten) 1960 serialization but I do know she is credited to Tezuka Osamu. And her influence has been in serial more of a couple of Japanese Xiyouji iterations.

Her next appearance being in ALAKAZAN THE GREAT Saiyuki ぼくの孫悟空 which was made in 1960. This was written by Baku Yumemakura who was a fan of Tezuka Osamu's works where she goes by RinRin. A pretty one-to-one look from what she looked like in the manga

This is also some inspiration in the 1967 Goku's Great Adventures 悟空の大冒険 but any female side character was replaced with a fairy-like person Tatsuko. She isn't Rinrin of course but I think that since this was also credited to Tezuka Osamu that having a pink-themed older sister character was what inspired her.

There was also a female monkey by the name of Fanya from the 1999 Magic Monkey モンキーマジックTV series that is more well-known for its video game. Not named Rinrin at all but... look at her. She gets TWO flowers in her hair and a pink theme. I know flowers and pink aren't the most creative choice for a girl monkey but that is a clear inspiration.

She wasn't really seen by name until the 2003 movie, My Son Goku ぼくの孫悟空 where she was brought back by where she goes by Reina in the eng subs! Here her name is slightly different but I think that this might be my favorite version of her thus far! She is such a caring person and while he isn't in the movie that long she plays such an impactful role!

These are mostly Japanese interpretations because of their tie with the My SonGoku manga but there are a few more giving Wukong a grey monkey friend in his Shihou phase in Chinese interpretations.

The only one I can think of that can be a real nod of acknowledgment is really 1999 Legends of the Monkey King 西游记 with an unnamed girl monkey (if she does have a name please let me know I've never learned it!) Love the change from pink to yellow, we are getting creative here.

These are all the examples I can think of at least in the media I've personally seen!

The only grey-furred sidekick thus far was LiuEr Mihou from Monkey King 2009 美猴王. I think this one might be more coincidental with the grey fur and the pink theme but that would be hilarious if it was to fit the 'childhood best friend' card that Rinrin, a completely different character, has set.

I do find some comments on how LiuEr in this version took RINRIN'S place as the childhood best friend trope. Like that idea of Wukong in his Stone Monkey phase of life having a Best friend is now tied to the image of Rinrin! It is funny to think that out of all the interactions of giving Wukong sidekicks, this one seems to be a re-occurring one consistently. Sadly I haven't seen another version in nearly 20 years!! We've been deprived!

Will we see this character again soon? Hard to say considering it's been so long but I love that in at least 3 different Japanese Xiyouji interactions and a general nod in acknowledgment in 2 as well.

Until we see you again beautiful queen!

[aftout]

Also I need you to perceive this boss fight from his dogshit game Rubber Hose Rampage where dr frankenstein turns into Hyde for some reason. The Curious case fanchild....

HOW DID HE DO THAT HELLO??? THIS ASK SOMEHOW OPENED A SEPARATE POST ON MY PAGE.

[beardea]

RUBBER HOSE RAMPAGE IS OUT

THIS IS NOT A DRILL, RUBBER HOSE RAMPAGE IS OUT!!!!!!!

[zkitty8]

GOD last night I watched some videos about that steamboat willie cuphead clone(it’s called “rubber hose rampage”) and it’s so fuckign funny. It’s hilariously bad. If it didn’t cost money it would be perfect

[afroboydyke]

Who’s up rampaging their rubber hose (penis)

[jesterbelly]

A bit of a writing exercise to keep practicing, but also to just write a story entirely based around a rampaging vacuum machine.  Also takes place in a completely robotified world, with robotic heroes (such as Jett) saving the citizens of Robotica from giant vacuum robots sent in to hoover everyone up. It's goofy, and only focused on a vacuum peril scene, while trying a little tiny bit of world building on the side.  Thanks to Toxygen for their inspiration for the idea, and also doing a final proofreading pass to fix any errors they caught as well as adding bits to the story.  Read after the break!

[Content-warning:  vacuum peril, robots]

“Jett, we need you!”

The sentinel droid was quick to make the call, just as the Vac Bot planted all three clawed legs into the ground at Robotica's City Square.  Its perfect tripod was formed, and from the top of the beast a hatch SHOOOMED open, its rubber funnel mouth shooting straight up and out.  A long, thick rubber neck connected the funnel to the mechanical body.  The funnel's wide base slammed down on the ground, with each pair of eyes lighting up on its sides as a loud WHIRRING filled the area.

As if opening a ready maw the funnel flared wide and the tough rubber vibrated with the force of the air rushing in.  The citizens of Robotica didn't have much time to scramble to safety.  Some were able to reach a hiding spot but most had to find something to hold onto.  The sentinel droid wasn't as lucky.  Having focused first on calling for help, they scrambled to grab and claw at the city streets as the suction carried them close to the large machine.

Others watched the scene in dismay. All they could do was find something to anchor to as the winds pulled at their android bodies.  Many wore jumpsuits that fluttered in the intense wind, and those  with more traditional armors like metal, plastic, or rubber didn't find themselves any more aerodynamic.  They were just as easily pulled closer.

The sentinel was the only one in the square not currently anchored.  He slipped closer and closer to the vacuum's funnel, and just then, as their robotic feet lifted up and toward the throat of the funnel, and their fingertips just barely held to a nearby curb in the street, a flash shot out from the nearby alleyway.

A streak combining of energy, fire, and roaring engine plucked the sentinel away before they flew into the vacuum.  There, in the arms of a robotic lady clad in titanium armor, patterned in the style of a blue and orange jumpsuit, the sentinel knew he was safe.

“Jett!  By golly you're just in-”

“Can it, Stanley!” Jett barked. Her powerful jet engine, blasting from out of her shoulder blades, was enough to keep her airborne and carry another android.  She wasn't sure how much it could help resisting the Vac Bot at the same time, and was quick to find a landing place behind a section of fence.

Even as far away as the two landed from the vacuum beast, its pull easily reached them.  They both braced against the fence as they were sucked into it, the chains rattling and heaving in toward the center of the city square.  It was uncomfortable, yet the best place to rest her jet engine, as steam bellowed from her shoulder blades and swirled into the vortex of air.

An internal warning beep faded in her head, and she could again focus.  To the left of the two, another droid clung to the fence from the other side, their legs kicking back into the air as their cloth jumpsuits fluttered in the wind.  They were one of the rubber droid models, the most common and lightweight in the city.  As a result, vacuums were the weapon of choice against such a population.

The android's panicked stare didn't pierce Jett's confidence as she ordered to Stanley, “Alright, I'm going to see what I can do.  You rescue who you can.”

“Rescue?” the sentinel gulped. Cowards, as always.

Jett grabbed him by the collar with her right and left hand. The toes of her robotic feet clenching to the fence, she used all her might to easily toss Stanley to the side of the fence.  He swung around the edge, grasping hold as the winds carried him, and didn't need any more orders to know to start climbing over to the droid in trouble.  Stanley would be fine.  

Jett boosted herself up to the top of the fence, resisting every urge to flip over.  The Vac Bot wasn't relenting, but the citizens were doing their best to keep from flying inside.  Her eyes darted across the city square to look for who to help first.  In most cases, droids were in good spots to get away or hang on long enough.  Jett smirked, ready to make a quip, but bit her robotic lips as the worse case scenario happened.

A nearby bus stop splintered apart. The robots who had taken shelter there tumbled toward the Vac Bot instantly as the debris flew right into its funnel.  One bot managed to hang onto some remnants of the station in time, with another sentinel bot edging its way closer to help.  One less bot to worry about, but two more were going to be much more of a problem.

They tugged, and grappled, and yanked at each other, as if fighting one another instead of fighting against what was sucking them closer by the second.  Their robotic bodies clanged under their suits, and they easily bounced off each other in the scramble, finally realizing what they should have been worrying about in the first place.  They called out for help as their bodies lifted up, the winds wrapping and pulling over their metallic bodies. As Stanley had before, they grasped at the ground to no avail.

One robot, the male, with a stronger upper frame covered by rubbery vest, tumbled by a bench bolted down to the street.  He quickly grasped to the frame, fingertips bending some of the tough steel with the power only a robot could.  The lady bot, a wider, more rounder and bouncy frame, hit the back of the bench and struggled to keep behind it.  The winds easily yanked her up over it, and in her confusion she desperately grasped at the male bot until finally getting a solid hold on his rubbery feet.

Jett sighed.  Everyone else seemed fine except for these two hanging on in a mechanical chain of panicked parts.  It should be easy enough.  Zip in, zip out, beat that vacuum up.  She never fought a vacuum so large before, and the power it had was enough to give her pause.  Who sent this monstrosity? And for what nefarious purpose?

She didn't have time to pause.  The air cried out around her and quickly she realized the vacuum was powering up.  Her legs were kicking up behind her, forcing her to brace harder against the fence.  She gave out a strained exclamation as the vacuum force pulled her over the fence, her legs pointing right at the direction of the Vac Bot.  Stanley was having a hard time pulling the other robot around the fence, and if they were having trouble, this couple by the bench must have been going through a nightmare of a time.

“Wish me luck!” Jett smiled and let go, not sure if that reached anybot's ears.  Her jet pack revved up as the winds carried her.  She soared over the couple but didn't care.  The Vac Bot's funnel grew larger behind her at such an astonishing rate.  She got this.  She always had this.  She was so sure, as the jet pack's energy burst out of her.  She had this.

She didn't have this, it turned out.

If robots could go pale, the energy would have drained from Jett's face.  She was sure this was enough force, but she hardly moved.  Her jet pack was working, she was sure. She could feel the heat and energy and force screaming behind her, but she barely budged. She wasn't getting any farther away from the sucking gullet trying its best to inhale her. The wind remained relentless around her body, her plated, stylized hair rattling against her face and scalp.  This wasn't just any kind of wind, though.  It was a powerful suction, drawing in all of her energy from her jet pack as it rushed right inside the rubbery throat of the vacuum threat.

“Ah crap ah crap ah crap!” Jett laughed to hide her frustration.  The suction felt strong enough to rip her limbs off as the funnel loomed behind her, growing wider by the second as she slipped further and further back.  She had to be at one hundred percent now.  The heat alone at her backside terrified her.  She was going to fly apart, she thought.  Bolts and springs were going to explode out of her.  It took her everything to jet at full power, and yet she was slipping inside this vacuum's mouth. Her cocky expression and mannerisms were broken in that moment, as she realized just what kind of peril she was in. It seemed as though Jett was better at saving others than herself.

Her hands braced at the sides, feeling the insides of the rubber hose at the back of the funnel's mouth. The suction was incredible, and the winds inside this space roared more intensely than her own jet engine's.  Her fingertips slipped along the hose as she slid deeper, inching backwards and the frame of the world in her view got rounder and smaller.

How embarrassing to be defeated so easily.  She'd owe quite an explanation to the commander.

As if the words were being carried along in the wind, Jett's ears picked up on a transmission.  “Jett, now's your chance!”  The words came from Stanley, then a flash followed.  In that moment she could see Stanley through the inside of the hose.  Other robots held his ankles as he faced toward the mighty Vac Bot, with a full Zapper Cannon in his arms.  A burst of electricity sparked from the cannon and shook the vacuum at its core. It weakened in that moment, with Jett still operating at one hundred percent.

Jett burst out of the funnel, the suction still nipping at her backside, but the vacuum couldn't pull her back.  A familiar beeping and buzzing filled her mind.  She kept focus on her goal despite this.  “Hang on!” she cried out. Without saying another word she yanked the arms of the male robot from his hold, almost shattering the bench.  The female bot clenched to his toes as tight as she could, keeping that chain formed to keep from being pulled apart by the velocity.  With Jett's patented toss, she launched the pair toward a group of androids sheltered by a wall, and they were quick to pull them in.

“J~*buzz*~tt!” was the only thing Jett could make out in her mind as the beeping intensified, then at its most pounding sensation, immediately ceased.  Static filled her vision.  Error messages cascaded across her HUD.  A shock struck at her shoulders, and the ground smacked her in her face as she collided with the curb.  She came to a skidding stop.

She then started to skid back from where she came.  She laid there, rolling and sliding motionless, with steam jetting from her body in all directions, the steam swirling back into the funnel of the Vac Bot.  The whirring had died down but it hadn't stopped.

Her diagnostics kicked in and her vision shortly returned. Steadily, Jett's circuits sparked to life. Jett had taken many a blow by villains in the past, but who knew she would do the most catastrophic damage to herself?  Her fingers ratcheted about and then clenched to the first things they could, that being the same bench the robot couple held to that had nearly been ripped from its bolting.  The metal creaked as Jett was being pulled back toward the vacuum once more, the sense of panic slowly creeping up on her. Still, she deluded herself somehow winning against this hurricane-force suction, and being praised as a hero. Her toes grasped and reached for the ground, and after barely making contact, lifted up and locked toward the back of the vacuum's throat. Both hands clenched to the arm rest of the bench as it heaved and twisted with an incredible strain.  Busted from earlier, it was just a mess of metal now only held down by a couple devastated bolts.

“J-Jett!  Come in!”  Stanley's voice crackled over the static at the back of her mind.

“Yeah, is everyone safe?”

“Yes!  Jett, everyone's safe but you!  What do we do?”

Jett laughed, a bolt ripping from the bench and pinging her in the face.  No wonder this city was always under attack.  No one knew how to tie their own shoes.  “Call for backup, Stanley! Please!” she scolded, a hint of unease in her voice.  The bench stretched with more metallic groaning, her hands slipping to the ends of the armrest.  Her legs kicked up, now feeling her feet barely touching against the rubbery funnel.

The air vibrated around her whole body.  The wind twisted and tugged as the vacuum's power steadily returned after the attack from earlier.  The suction was unbearable now that she could feel her knees grazing the bottom lip of the funnel, her legs locked in the jet-stream of air getting sucked into the back of it.  Another bolt ripped out and flew by her.  Her anchor, what was once the park bench, all but had the appearance of a bulky metal rope at this point.

The funnel lips were entering Jett's peripheral vision.  Another bolt pinged by.  The screeching metal was the final warning that her last lifeline from getting sucked in was about to go.  Her last hope was that gravity would be stronger than the horizontal force for just a moment as she let go of the bench. She dropped down instantly, while the vacuum's suction was quick to slurp her almost entirely into the funnel, with Jett releasing a panicked squeal in response.  Her fingers grasped tightly into the dense rubber of the funnel, and her body smacked against the bottom of the funnel and hose.

She expected the metal bench to rip off and fly towards her.  What she didn't expect was for the high pitched cry to escape her lips as the twisted metal just barely missed her.  What remained of the bench flew out of sight and down the throat of the vacuum.  With that out of the way, all the vacuum had to focus on was sucking her in.

“No no no!” she cried out as the vacuum pulled around her body tighter than ever. Her eyes darted around the funnel, the sense of panic now gripping her by the shoulders much like the suction. She briefly attempted to pull her legs up from out of the throat of the robotic beast, even managing to get her toes hooked over the part where the back of the funnel connected to the main hose.  She thought, in that moment, she had enough purchase to spring her way out of the vacuum's “mouth”.

She leapt but lost even more velocity in the process, ending up worse off than she already was. Instead, her legs just straightened out again in the suction. She even felt her soles smack against the top of the hose, with her legs being slurped right back in, carried by the focused winds.  Jett reached for funnel's lips yet again, but only panicked whimpers came out of her own as they couldn't get any grip.  Like a hand had reached out and grabbed her torso to drag her back, she was sliding deeper into the vacuum's funnel.

Jett's hands slapped, and clawed, and pushed into the thick rubber for any hope to hang on.  Thinking quickly, as quickly as Jett's brain could process, she was able to suppress some of the panic that was overcoming her.  She jutted her arms to the side, locking elbows and bracing the entire length of her arms against the throat of the machine.  She could feel it work as well as it could, and it “working” was enough to make things feel worse.

“Help!” Jett hollered, sure that no one would hear over the roar of the winds and motor deafening her sensors.  She hoped, for just a moment, that she would Stanley in view, and maybe help would be on the way.  It was more robots, for sure, but all as helplessly trying to hang on and keep from being sucked in.

Jett wanted to slap herself if it didn't mean she'd go flying right in.  She was supposed to bring hope to others, and she wouldn't be doing anyone any favors if she were to get sucked in.  She had to get this together and quick.  She could sense a wave of confidence coming on, and focused all her energies into her jet pack for one last attempt. A wide smirk on her face, she thought she was about to tear out of this vacuum and that it would be payback time. She could see herself tearing the vacuum to shreds, saving civilian bots from the rubble while smiling for the cameras.

There was no revving of her engines. No sudden burst of power as she leapt out of the sucking maw.  Just the putter of her engines, and smoke puffing out from her shoulders. Her eyes widened at this, with the rest of her lackadaisical fantasies of escape being sucked away, much like she was about to be.

While braced against the funnel, she was drawn to the center of the hole entering the hose.  Her whole body below her armpits was caught in the slipstream of air rushing down the hose.  She kicked her legs about in a panic but the suction pulled her straight immediately.  She sometimes felt her soles smack against the top of the hose, and tips of her toes poke into the bottom.  They'd just slip right back to pointing back into the darkness.

She clung to the insides of the throat, her eyes closed tightly shut as she focused all her strength into her grip in a last ditch attempt to resist. After much struggle, her arms sparked for a moment and her strength gave, Jett letting out a panicked yelp in response.  It was slow, but steady, that she couldn't brace anymore, with her whole body quickly sliding into the hose.  Knowing she couldn't hang on anymore, the best Jett could do was attempt to clog herself in there.  Arms and legs braced against any direction they could to slow the decent down the throat, a continual string of panicked cries and stutters of “No!” soon following. Jett wanted to cry at this point. Despite how many times she'd fought vacuum suction, it never got any less frightening, and she certainly had never faced a foe this strong before.  Even in moments where she felt secured, the rubber vibrated around her, heaved in, helped push her down, and surely she would slip a bit before bracing again.

From the outside of the vacuum's hose one would be able to see hands and other bracing extremities push in and out through the rubber, but the deeper she went, and certainly those impressions gave the looks she was sliding deeper, it was clear the vacuum was winning. At this point, she was nothing to the world but a bulge in the throat of the vacuum.

EMERGENCY was the word that blinded her vision through her sensors as the world went to static.  She kept fighting, as she always did, while her bracing turned to sliding, which turned to bouncing, down the rest of the vacuum's throat, shrieking all the while, and she landed right in the middle of all the other junk and robotics sucked into the beast.

Rubber surrounded Jett.  She pushed the debris aside and instinctively started punching, but instead, it felt like she was just hitting a rubbery pudding, accommodating every blow.  “Guys, don't give up!” she belted out.  She froze.  Who was going to listen, here?

The stomach undulated around her. Collected parts and robots tossed around, some disappearing down different chutes and sucked into other sections.  Jett was overcome with a feeling of isolation, as if the vacuum was sorting her.  She kept punching.

Her fists did nothing.  A sensation of sinking and constriction came over her know as the walls seemed to be closing in.  Folds in the stretchy stomach kneaded and guided her. She was slipping.  The walls closing in.  Something tugged at her legs and her feet slipped from view.  Her eyes widened and static filled them as her night vision failed to boot up.  She pushed all around her, the rubber constricting her movements more than ever.

She felt the need to gasp for air. She wanted to laugh at that thought while she pushed back against the tightening rubber walls.

The sound of the vacuum's revving motor was the last thing in Jett's sensors before she powered down.

Outside its own belly, the vacuum roared out in victory as it knew it had accomplished the impossible. In its mind, for as much as it could know about winning and victory, the device was content and reached its programming goals.  Its master would be so happy to know the last line of defense was captured.  But that last line wasn't the last, as about fifteen more sentinels had gathered with weaponry all their own, and commenced blasting the vacuum to bits.

Only a day passed before Jett was back up and running.  No new reports of rampaging vacuums had come in during the time it took for Jett's repairs.

The rebooting process was always a pain, but Jett endured.  The wiring and diagnostics surging through her were more than welcomed compared to the darkness she had just experienced.  Jett sighed, comforted with the sleek architecture of home base and the recovery ward.   Stanley was there, greeting her with a smile, and a welcomed comment about the need for a jet-pack upgrade.  The debriefing would be laborious, as it always was, but Jett was confident she'd look pretty cool during the first half.

Jett smiled, “We need to get you a better code-name, Stanley.”