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tfwriting · 2 years ago

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What's Wap :: Bumblebee x Human! GN! Reader Rating: T Summary: Bumblebee is Curious about a song Miko was talking about, so he asks the Reader what was it. But he didn't expect an answer. Words: 851

You were a 17 year old girl. Who had witnessed the autobots fighting and you were promptly taken to a base. With 3 other kids who have been in the same boat as you.

You got to know everyone. But things seemed weird today, you stayed over the night since the others couldn't. You were sitting on the couch watching Ratchet work on his computer. You were bored. Occasionally, you often doze off but you decided to bring your phone out before the groundbridge opened. Arcee, Bumblebee, and Bulkhead came back Bumblebee sat down next to you as the couch sank from the added weight.

"Hi BB. What's up?" You asked.

::(Y/n), I have a question.:: Bumblebee said.

Oh yeah, that's right. You know what Bee can say as well as Raf.

"What is it?" You asked the mech.

::This may sound weird to you because I asked Raf, Jack, Ms. June and Miko what it was but they all each were embarrassed...:: Bumblebee fumbled with his digits.

"Ah. Maybe I won't do it. You can tell me." You said.

::Are you sure you won't get flustered like them?::

"Can't make promises, but sure." You said.

::...:

Bee hesitated but vented in.

:...What's a WAP?::

You froze, there's a silence you all know too well. This silence happened when you and Bee will often fool around. The only sound that was heard was Ratchets clacking of his datapad.

"I-I'm sorry? I might've not heard you correctly. What did you say?" You asked.

::I asked what's a WAP?::

You wondered how Bee knew about it. He's the innocent and baby type.

"How did you know that word? Who taught you that?" You asked. Bee frowned he looked a little upset.

::...is it a bad word? Like what Optimus said to me when I cussed?:: He asked. You sighed.

"N-No... It's... It's... Hard to explain." You said. Ratchet froze and dropped his wrench.

"Who taught you that Bee?!" He asked.

::Miko...: He said.

"Oh frag. Optimus and Celestial are gonna lose it if they find out you know about WAV." He scoffs.

"The video format?" You asked.

"No. It's a cybertronian song sang by a cybertronian rapper." Ratchet sighs.

"Ah. So it's your version of our version." You said.

"What version?" He asked raising a optic bridge.

"WAP." You said. Ratchet just sighs and walks off.

You turned on your heels.

::(Y/n)? What is it?:: Bumblebee asked.

You tried to figure out how to change the words around. Waffles and Pancakes? Wings and Pizza? Wet Ass Perceptation? Anything but Wet Ass Pu--

::So?::

Crap, you forgot Bee was waiting for a response.

"I...it's Waffles and Pancakes." You said.

::Oh! Then my holoform loves WAP then!::

This didn't make you comfortable, considering that you knew what the actual meaning is.

::Mmmm I can't wait to eat some WAP! Hey, (Y/n) can you get syrup for the next time we eat your WAP? You're good at cooking the WAP. You can easily not make it soggy and wet like my sire.:: Bee said.

You were getting mad. "Bee... Please stop saying that." You said.

::Why?::

You couldn't tell him. Not at all. If you tell him he's gonna lose his innocence. You didn't know what WAV was (other than the fact it's a video format). But judging by Ratchets anger. It can't be innocent as WAP.

::Why can't I say it (N/n)? You said it was food.:: Bee said.

"It's... Not food be... It's a song... And it's not... Appropriate for you." You said.

::Oh. Kinda like WAV?::

You snapped your neck. "How did you know WAV?!" You whispered shouted so Ratchet can't hear you both.

::From the top make it drop, that's some Wet Aft Valve. Bring a Bucket and a mop for this Wet Aft Valve I'm talking WAV WAV WAV. That's some Wet Aft Valve. Energon in a cup that's some Wet Aft Valve. Huh.:: Bumblebee sang. Surprisingly it isn't all too far from your version.

::There's some glitches in this base. I said certified Con, Autobot Fighter a week, Wet Aft Valve. Make that Pullout game weak! Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah... Yeah you fragging with some Wet Aft Valve. Bring a Bucket and a mop for this Wet Aft Valve. Give me everything you got for this Wet Aft Valve.... Beat it up Glitch catch a charge. Extra Large and Extra Hard put this Valve right in your face swipe your nose like a credit card. Hop on top I wanna ride. I do a kegel while it's inside... This Valve is wet come take a dive...::

Bumblebee was really singing that. Ratchet looked in surprise.

"Bumblebee Orion "Sunstar" Pax! (Full cybertronian name. Yes Optimus and Celestial decided to name him after Optimus' old name so shush. Also Sunstar is his other name.) Where DID you learn that language?!"

Bumblebee went silent and pretended like he didn't hear Ratchet. Luckily you didn't tell him what WAP was.

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crafty-business4130 · 3 years ago

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so to expand upon this lets go in some ideas on what helscraft is like

i like to think that helscraft is a weird glitched copy of the overworld and the nether mixed together. for the cannon of my hermit duplicate’s AU (of which i will be referring to within this post) the dimension of helscraft isnt really a full dimension that always appears in every world like the end and nether. it only spawns into a world after a year or so of players putting all of their love and care into the world. the world builds up enough of all that good energy and then causes a opposite opposing Force to form. thus helscraft spawns into existence. in a way you could say the whole dimension of helscraft is a duplicate as well.

now one thing that kinda throws a a wrench in the works of this idea is that every year or so the hermits move into a new world, though since its normally has been roughly the same amount of players in each season we can go with the hermitcraft dimension of hels is carried over with each world jump. the world of hels change to match the new overworld but its still the same helshermits. though for the hermits that leave the server their hels counterpart disappears. this may also work in reverse as well. only have one example so far so who know :) cOUGHCOughNHOcOUGh

with the the hows and whys on helscraft existence out-of-the-way let's get into some worldbuilding!

as ive already mentioned, helscraft is somewhat of a glitchy mix of the overworld and nether. what i havent mentioned is that a good bit of the April Fools updates and removed features for the overworld ended up floating over to helscraft but unlike the overworld in which these features disappear pretty quickly they ended up sticking around in helscraft, for better or worst.

heres a list of examples of this, of which i then expanded upon them to make them more fleshed-out.

the list got really long so the rest of the post is under the cut! :D

Pig and cow sized horses, if fed too much will cause the animal to grow dangerous mutations that can not only kill the animal but make its remains toxic and unedible. You can make a green book via using toxic leather (the crafting book)

A common spell is to summon flame that then can be used for new crafting recipes. one such recipe is flaming barrels, if someone walks too close it will explode, another is chainmail armor

if you put too much fuel into a furnace it will explode.

torches burn out an hour or two after being lit

chickens are deadly, do not provoke them. it is extremely rare but the is a very small chance spawn in a blue chicken. only able to spawn via throwing eggs. it drops lapis and diamonds instead of eggs. beware tho, all chickens in the immediate vicinity will protect the blue one with their lives and will attack anything that gets too close.

eating or feeding an animal a god apple will cause it to float upwards for five minutes before slowly descending back to the ground.

Wheat if not chopped after fully grown will go bad and die, same thing with other crops. though you can make Iron infused melon and pumpkins, it insures that the stem won't die over time after its first produce

Powered Redstone causes redstone bugs to spawn, it can be stopped by combining lapis and redstone dust together to make bluestone dust. asifhfsssdhv only a noob uses redstone.

Redstone wire, another alternative of redstone made with redstone dust surrounded by cobwebs. it insulates the redstone and stops bugs from spawning. pretty much the same thing function wise but is a pretty cool thing to use to flex on others

Villagers are instead piglins, not the tanned ones added into the nether update but rather pink skinned ones.

Glowing obsidian, a glowing red version of obsidian. Only found in trades with piglins

In helscraft there are lava oceans instead of water, water can only be found deep underground. Lava instead of water is infinite, water is no longer infinite.

The world of hels first looked like the indev world theme of hell, with following updates to the overworld helscraft changed and evolved as well. There is no sun nor moon, just a forever floating layer of lava that acts to light up the dimension.

Frostwalker is instead, Magmawalker, turning lava into magma blocks shortly before melting back into lava

Boss fights arent the same in helscraft as in the normal overworld and its closely neighboring tied in dimensions of the end and nether. Not found in helscraft are Guardians, the ender dragon, and technically the Wither as well. Instead you can find Giants, the red dragon, the four horse men(much more difficult to defeat)

Giants unlike the ai less ones you can spawn using commands are living and breathing monsters that roam the land. During their travels any ghasts they cross will join them on their wandering

Ghasts can be somewhat tamed in helscraft. If you can successfully capture a baby ghast from its parents and raise it yourself the ghast will be malleable enough, somewhat like foxes but just a bit more wild. If you happen to accidentally harm them it will turn on you and fight you to the death, be it your’s or theirs.

It's a very very rare find but huge brick pyramids can spawn into the world. in season 7 helscraft’s cubfan took up residence within one that spawned in Incredibly Close to spawn

There are alot of different nonsensical potions that can be brewed for interesting drinks. some have a use, most dont tho. all of em have amazingly different tastes and smells

instead of honeycomb there is crystallized honey, it functions as pretty much the exact same thing. has its block too, call the wax block.

Killer bunnies spawn in more often than normal bunnies

Og stonecutter, can cut blocks into half. Not only used for stone. can cut doors, beds, and much more into halfs

Nether reactor core, could be the key on how to jump between the hermitcraft and helscraft. will need to think on this idea some more though

Petrified Forest, a biome within helscraft that has wood as hard as stone and a texture reminiscent of a mix of acacia and crimson planks color wise.

unsure as of yet on what to call it but the volcanic biome the Rempirer had Rendog make is a biome within helscraft as well!(the Rempirer is ren’s helscraft counterpart... he wasnt always evil as he is now)

the mobs that lost the vote found their way into helscraft, not just the moobloom all of them. the three mystery mobs from the 2017 and the ice illager. (i voted for the glow squid and while i do still stand by my decision it is truely a shame we might not see any of them all in the game ever )

Studded armor and plate armor, alternatives to leather and chainmail. studded armor is made with leather and stone and plate armor is made with smooth stone slabs

stained glass looks a bit like this

and colored wool like this!

and thats everything for now. ill probly be working out some more ideas since theres a surprisingly large amount of features that have been added to minecraft either hidden away in the background or removed.

also if anyone wants a some links to where i found these old and mostly forgotten facts ill post em in the notes when i get the time to do so. theres a lot of them tho so i might forget a few

hey also if you like these you might also like my Discord! i made it for this au and i tend to share my ideas a bit more over there than over here. theres a lot to see :DD

#hermit duplicate au #hermitcraft #helscraft #worldbuilding #odd facts board lmao #also #only a noob uses redstone #kjladcknac #only cool kids use blue stone #if i knew how to code i would 100% make all of this into a mod

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libermachinae · 5 years ago

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Schematics [Or, Another Chance] – Ch. 1, Crash

Also available on AO3! Summary: Written for @prowlweek! They’ve been construction workers, engineers, soldiers, lab rats, a giant berserker fueled by rage. Time travel bounty hunters is a first for them, sure, but they’ve handled worse, and with the opportunity to get back into Prowl’s graces, they’re down to try pretty much anything.

Notes: Prowlastator time travel AU was an item on the brainstorming list that I was simultaneously excited about and assumed would never get written. Then, Prowl Week was announced, which was a perfect excuse to force myself to do the thing.

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Prowl wanted them.

He’d called them, and when none had answered because they’d all been deep in recovery stasis, he’d left a message. Short, to the point, crisp with a tone they all recognized immediately:

Send confirmation upon receipt. Meet at the following coordinates.

Mixmaster swore that somewhere down in stasis dreams, he’d been aware of the moment Prowl had reached out, had felt his spark spin and dance in celebration of its prodigal companion. Long Haul tried to argue that he’d never heard the word dream before they’d been stuck under cover with the humans for all those months, and Bonecrusher had stepped in to defend him. As his teammates squabbled together in the cramped hospital room and Scavenger pretended to still be offline, Hook sent their reply. A single ping, message acknowledged. He wanted badly to ask how Prowl was, tell him the team was excited and ready for whatever he needed from them, but the right words weren’t coming. Besides, Prowl would appreciate the simplicity.

They left that night. Had they any stock in what the doctors or human (ew) repair crews had to say, they would have been there several more days, but Prowl’s assessment was the one that mattered. They could get out of their beds, sneak out of the hospital, and transform into a conga line of construction vehicles driving down the road: they were well enough for whatever he asked of them.

Hook led the way, maneuvering them through the hospital parking garage, into alleys, and around the many construction sites flooding the area around where Cybertronians had made landfall. The team had been knocked offline during their battle with Victorion (that was a rematch to look forward to), so all they knew was that a final, final battle had taken place and someone had dragged them to Earth, where they’d been labeled as ‘victims to Starscream’s self-important delusions’ and tossed in with the rest of the bots who’d ended up mangled, crushed, and torn by the death throes of their planet. Keeping their distance, they saw Cybertronians and humans working alongside one another, building plans for a future in which the two species were able to live side by side. Scavenger even thought it was ‘sweet.’

They never spared it more than a glance, though; Prowl was waiting.

The coordinates took them far from the development, across fields that forced Hook, Bonecrusher, and Long Haul to switch to root mode so their tires didn’t get sucked into the mud, and through forests that snagged their kibble and occasionally required they disentangle each other. Night passed, their path lit by a moon that was little more than a hunk of dead rock, and by day they still wore on, anticipation fueling each step like rough high grade. They reached the mouth of the cave just as the sun reached its crescendo, pushing deep into the darkness below.

They jumped. Mid-air, they strained their optics, searching for their sixth.

There. There he was! Standing just out of the spotlight of the roof, Prowl was almost invisible in the darkness: he’d painted over his white paint with a dark shade of gray, and his biolights had all be covered to make him more believable as an Earth vehicle. His single blue optic was unmistakable, though, both for its color and the way it stared at them, harsh but unreadable, as each member of the team landed in front of him. Dust rose from around their feet and the cave shivered with the impact, and he did not blink, though his gaze shifted to each in turn.

Hook felt his spark trip and wondered if this might be the feeling Mixmaster had been trying to describe.

It was really their Prowl. They were together again.

Hook ran forward, feeling more than hearing the team as they converged around him. Maybe Prowl tried to say something, and maybe they should have responded, but no words came to Hook that would have meant as much as actions. Besides, it would have been too hard to hear as five, then six, t-cogs activated.

There wasn’t even time to savor it. One moment Hook was rolling forward, sliding through his vehicle mode and into Devastator’s component, and then he attempted to connect to Long Haul and everything fell apart.

Pain burned a terrible arc through Hook’s body and he wrenched away from the connection, collapsing onto the floor as his addled processor tried to understand what it had just undergone. The rest of the team crashed down around him, a ragged pile of robots, vehicles, and limbs with Prowl in the center, just starting to sit up. He cradled his helm in one hand, but the glare of his optic pierced through his fingers, targeting Hook and welding him to the spot. Even without the direct connection, Hook’s spark felt the disapproval.

“W-what happened?” Scavenger asked, pushing himself up from where he’d been pinned under Bonecrusher’s blade. The more senior team member transformed and placed a hand on his shoulder, though he too looked to Hook and Prowl for answers.

Hook had none. In their time as a combiner, he had picked up a few tricks they could use to diagnose and bypass glitches, little things here and there that could hold the mesh together until someone more qualified could solve the root of the problem. He’d never been prepared for anything like this, the sting of rejection still flowing through his body and making it hard to perform the usual systems checks he would have had going by now.

“You’re broken,” Prowl said, turning to Bonecrusher. Hook was both grateful and regretful to lose his attention. “Long Haul,” he turned to the one stuck halfway between robot and dump truck, “I received almost no feedback from you. Either your combination circuits have been turned in on themselves, or they’re missing entirely. I suspect the rest of you have similar injuries.”

“Well, what’s it going to take to get us fixed?” Long Haul demanded as he righted himeslf, defensive for having had his own poor repair called out.

“Many things we don’t have,” Prowl said, “least of all expertise. The one mech who fully understands how your bodies work is currently in custody.”

Shockwave was still alive? News to Hook, not that he really cared. He was dealing with more present concerns.

“We can’t combine?” He said it like a question, but it didn’t feel like one.

“No,” Prowl said, “which is perfectly acceptable. I have you how I want you.”

The team perked up, even Mixmaster sitting up from where he’d been lounging on the ground.

“What’s that mean?” Bonecrusher asked.

“The mission I’ve called you here for requires finesse, a clear mind, and ability to stay focused,” Prowl said. “Multiple field runs have now proven that, while combined, I am not capable of such to a degree that is acceptable for any logical hope of success. So, it is to our benefit that we cannot combine.”

“You… don’t want to form Devastator anymore?” Scavenger asked. Bonecrusher’s hand on his shoulder stilled.

“That’s not what he said,” Long Haul snapped, though his optics darted back to Prowl.

“You’re right, Long Haul,” Prowl said, “though you would understand why it’s a complicated question. I…”

Hook leaned in with the rest of his team. He’d so looked forward to being in Prowl’s head again, watching the calculations run down, branches and paths unimaginable to them flowing open at Prowl’s touch. If they couldn’t get that, hearing his thoughts would be the next best thing.

He grimaced, though, and the change in his tone when he started again indicated that whatever he’d meant to say next was going to stay locked away.

“I need you for this mission,” he said instead. “You are the only mechs I can trust with it, and I know you will not take that responsibility lightly. It’s because we have combined that I can give you this confidence.”

“Course, Prowl,” Mixmaster said.

“You can trust us with anything,” Scavenger added.

Prowl’s doorwings twitched up. Hook still wished he knew what that meant, and the familiarity of the feeling was what finally reminded him that Prowl was back. Regardless of Devastator, of whatever mission they were about to embark on, that thought stood out in his mind, and he crawled forward so he could touch Prowl’s shoulder, dip his fingers into that fresh gray paint.

“Anything,” he echoed. “We’re here for you.” He would promise nothing he didn’t know he could deliver.

The others followed, enclosing their loose circle around Prowl, who startled at each touch, his gaze whipping around. He stood, dislodging every curious hand, and in the glare of the roof looked like a messiah among his followers. Hook, directly in front of him, squinted up, able to make out only the silhouette of a pointed chevron and doorwings, fanned wide.

“I know,” Prowl said. He stepped over Mixmaster and out of their circle, unfolding from the light and molding himself back into the darkness, where he was once more reduced to a single glowing optic.

“The same way I know that when I tell you this information is top secret,” he went on, “you will know never to reveal it to anyone.”

“We won’t say a thing,” Hook said, standing. The others joined in, echoing Hook’s sentiments as the group rose up, but Prowl’s attention stayed on him. Hook felt the look like it was a blunt object, plunging into his spark, and he accepted the force, embraced it, returning it without any idea of its purposes. He did not look away, not because he was intent on winning whatever game they’d entered into, but because he didn’t know what would happen if he did.

“I know,” Prowl repeated. Hook’s optics, adjusting again to the gloom, were just able to make out the motion he made with one hand.

Follow.

They did.

Prowl led them away from the light, further into the darkness of the cavern. Tucked into one wall was what looked like a terminal amassed with sticky organic matter that threaded together, creating windows that acted as a screen when Prowl powered it on. The team stopped a few steps shy, peering up into uncanny views, except Mixmaster, who strode forward to poke at the vestigial threads hanging off the side.

“This is a time machine.”

Prowl dropped the statement like a bag of bolts. Mixmaster stopped what he was doing to look up at their head. Scavenger jolted.

“You built a time machine?” he asked, awe tilting his helm up and guiding him another step closer, angling to watch Prowl work.

“No. An old… Someone else did,” Prowl said.

“Mesothulas?” Mixmaster guessed.

Hook cringed. Bonecrusher had come across the name accidentally the last time they had combined, but they’d all had to work together to assemble the story, each member offering a scrap of information until something resembling a narrative emerged. Hook had assumed their silent agreement not to mention it to Prowl was enough.

“Not relevant,” Prowl said, proving that it was possible to know a mech’s deepest secrets and still not know how to parse a particular tone of voice. More transparent was the way he reached out and pushed Mixmaster’s curious hands away from the terminal. “I have secured it and assumed full control over the technology. Before I was able to intervene, however, another individual commandeered it with the intention to interrupt our current timeline. Had he been successful, the results would have been catastrophic.”

“So, someone already stopped him?” Hook asked.

“More likely, he just failed,” Prowl said. “Temporal modification is complicated, and without proper training it’s likely he just got himself stuck in a loop somewhere. Still, so long as he remains at large in the timestream, he poses a risk toward spaciotemporal stability. Our mission is to follow him through time and apprehend him, so he can be brought back to Earth to face charges.”

“Against what? Time law?” Scavenger asked.

“Misuse of potentially deadly technology,” Prowl said. “I helped write the bill.”

Hook still wasn’t sure about tone, but that definitely sounded like something approaching pride.

“So, no killing?” Bonecrusher asked.

“No.”

“Damn.”

“No killing, Bonecrusher,” Prowl said. His postured sharpened and he turned to lock optics on the mech, who shrunk back as if to hide behind Long Haul. “If you cannot follow this or any other directive I give you, tell me now, so I can dismiss you and assemble a new task force.”

“It just depends,” Hook said, trying to and finding himself unfortunately successful at drawing Prowl’s attention away. “Is it Spike Witwicky? Or Starscream?” Yeah, yeah, they’d heard the reports, but only someone as gullible as Scoop (who had started inconsolable, turned incoherent when Bonecrusher threatened to punch him back to Cybertron) would believe that fragger would have any interest in staying dead.

“No,” Prowl said, “though that your loyalty is conditional brings down our chance of success by upwards of 20%.”

“No, no, it’s just those two,” Hook insisted, looking to the others.

“You know how it is around that lousy sack of bolts,” Long Haul said, defensive though his tone tried to be accusatory.

“But you say don’t kill, we won’t kill,” Mixmaster added. He took hold of Bonecrusher’s elbow and guided him back in view.

“Yeah,” Bonecrusher said, looking up at Prowl though he so clearly didn’t want to. “Trust us.”

Prowl’s optic stuck to him, then scanned over each member of the team in turn. When Hook felt the gaze fall on him, he did his best to return it without looking like he was trying to challenge Prowl. He wanted to rise to whatever was being asked of him, and no higher.

“I have safeguards in place to hold you to that,” Prowl said, breaking optic contact at last to address the group at large. “I trust that you will not force me to use them.”

Hook nodded with the rest of the team. He knew a threat when he heard it, even a vague one, and he didn’t mind it when it came from Prowl. It was how he got things done, produced results, and with that being one of the many reasons they had come to respect him as their newfound leader, how could they fault him for his methods? A means to an end, that was all Prowl’s precautions were, and Hook was much more invested in the end.

“Once we have captured the target, he will be returned to the present day,” Prowl continued. “He is to be kept in adequate repair, relative to whatever state we find him in. There is a chance he will try to escape, in which case you are permitted to use an appropriate level of non-lethal force.”

“When do we find out who it is, anyway?” Long Haul asked. His voice was almost neutral, but there was a tightness to it that belied his impatience.

“When the information becomes mission-relevant,” Prowl said.

“Hrmph.”

So, it was back to same old, secrets keeping, potentially backstabbing, always plotting Prowl. Still opaque, still keeping his allies in the dark about his unfurling plans and invisible strategies. Hook’s brakes relaxed, letting his wheels rock on their axels. It really was the mech they’d all pulled into their sparks, not the ‘reformed’ glitch everyone in the hospital had been gossiping about.

“Sounds good boss,” he said, shoving at Long Haul with his elbow. He caught a glare for it, but the annoyed growl of the dump truck’s engine quieted to a hum, which was good enough. “When do we start?”

“Now.” Prowl’s fingers flew across the terminal keyboard. “The machine keeps a log of all the points it accesses. Unfortunately, it looks like our suspect had help, as several were logged simultaneously; I assume the intention was to prevent us from finding the correct coordinates. To conduct our search, we’ll have to travel to each one manually.”

“Sounds simple,” Mixmaster said.

“It does,” Prowl agreed, which of course meant, It’s not. “Construction of the machine was halted prematurely. It lacks a mechanism to ancho it to the present, which means there is nothing present within the system to guide an individual back once they’ve passed through.”

“What?” Scavenger yelped, stepping back like Prowl had burst into flame. “You mean we’ll be stuck out there?”

“Of course not,” Prowl said. “Why do you think I called on you?”

“You need Devastator?” Bonecrusher guessed.

“We’re a team?” Mixmaster added.

“We already discussed that, Bonecrusher,” Prowl said. He ignored Mixmaster altogether. “Gestalt coding. For better or worse, our sparks are drawn to each other, and the simulations I’ve run suggest that the pull can be felt through the timestream, as well. One mech will stay here, to act as the anchor. When it’s time to come back, the rest of the team should be able to get back relying on that.”

“Not it!”

Attention turned to Long Haul, who was beaming in pride of his quick reflexes. Prowl stopped typing just long enough to turn a glare on him.

“Not—”

“You’ll be taking turns,” Prowl said, interrupting Scavenger. “We have to come back each time to input the new coordinates. We’ll switch off then.”

Had Scrapper been the one in charge, first, they wouldn’t have been attempting anything like this. Second, Long Haul’s brazen declaration would have made him the first to sit out. Instead, Prowl resumed typing, more focused on the intricacies of the time machine than chastising his team for minor infractions. Hook still leveled a disapproving glance at Long Haul, who shrugged it off.

“Preparations are complete,” Prowl announced, turning his back on the terminal to once more address the team. “Bonecrusher will be the anchor for the first run. The rest of you, follow me.”

He led them deeper into the cave, into a pocket the light had almost no hope of reaching. Here, what looked like an empty doorframe stretched far above their heads, visible only by the energy that had started to crackle around its edges as the time machine came online. Pinkish, orangey light spiraled inward, coming to a point at the center of the frame. It looked so familiar to Hook that had it not been for Prowl’s explanation, he would have assumed it was a spacebridge.

“I will lead the way. You will each follow, two seconds behind the person in front of you,” Prowl instructed. “First Hook, then Scavenger, Long Haul, and Mixmaster. The moment you step through this gate, you are to do nothing without my explicit order. If I don’t tell you to walk, you stay still. If your life is in danger, you wait until my go ahead to save yourself. Am I understood?”

“Yes, sir,” Hook said, in unison with the rest of the team.

Prowl looked each one over. He nodded.

“Turn off your comms now,” he said. “We don’t need to risk leaving a signal behind someone might trace. Are there any questions?”

Hook had several, but since none were strictly relevant to the mission, he figured it would be best to hold on for now.

“Very well,” Prowl said. “Hook, follow my steps exactly. Once you reach the end, you are to wait for my signal before you exit the timestream.” A last sweep of the team, and it struck Hook that he didn’t know what Prowl was looking for.

He must have found it, whatever it was, because he turned his back on them and stepped through. They saw his silhouette for just a moment before it was swallowed whole by the light.

Hook stared at the space that had once been Prowl.

“…two-on-thousand,” he heard Bonecrusher murmur.

Well, he could take a hint when it was given. Hook chanced a glance back at the others before he stepped in, not that he really needed to. All he saw were the faces of his team, and they were familiar to him as his own spark. It was up ahead that was unknown, fascinating, slightly dangerous, so Hook strode forward into the light, following wherever it was Prowl led.

#maccadam #prowl week #prowlastator #prowl #constructicons #transformers #my writing #longfic #schematics #crash

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the-u-s-s-enterprise · 4 years ago

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This is a long one, but I love Undertale.

Eighteen-years old, fresh out of their sheltered hometown and onto a liberal arts college with more diverse people than they had ever experienced in their life. They’re nervous about school, the up in ante, the new lifestyle, the new freedom. They found their place with some friends that they wouldn’t think about in a few years time, people that would come and go, and a couple that would stay, but the first step on their journey into adulthood.

This is fall of 2015. Their parents dropped them off with a teary goodbye less than a month ago, and Undertale comes out today. They don’t know about it. At least not until Steam Train plays it not too long later. They watch a cute game played and commentated by a duo from their favorite YouTube gaming channel. It’s exactly their style, a cute, fun game with interesting and lovable characters.

The first episode doesn’t even span the tutorial, and the kid doesn’t bother waiting for the rest. They load up steam and buy it, playing it well into the night, sobbing at the heartbreaking conclusion and not knowing that five years later they would break into tears over hearing “Home” for the first time in years.

I played Undertale because I thought it was cute, the designs were fun, the mechanics were interesting, the story was easy enough to follow. I liked video games, but not enough to spend money on them only to get bored halfway through, so I watched a few Let’s Play YouTube channels to experience them without having to devote my constantly overstimulated brain to playing them.

Undertale was different. I don’t choose the things I become obsessed with (do you think I would be thinking about It: Chapter 2 over a year later if I could?), but when I fall into something, I fall hard.

I played it through, and then I watched Steam Train, and then I watched Press Heart to Continue, and JackSepticEye, and Markiplier, and Dan and Phil, and streamers I don’t even remember the names of in order to see every single reaction and playthrough I could see. Don’t get me wrong, I played again and again, too, even forcing my friends not to play it if I wasn’t there to watch.

In fact, I distinctly remember a friend, I was watching him play and telling him where the secrets were and the background for every little thing that wasn’t explicit in the game. He loved it. We played the entire game in three sessions, the first involved us going through the Ruins and saving after meeting Sans and Papyrus, the second going about halfway through Waterfall, and the third was the rest of the game in a six-hour session.

All in all, I can’t even count how many times I’ve witnessed the game, nor how many times I’ve read the Wiki pages, clicking “random page” over and over again until I had circled back around to the start. If I had to guess, I’ve played the pacifist playthrough about ten times on my own, and watched it anywhere between 20 and 30 between different YouTubers and rewatches of the same playthroughs. I’ve seen the genocide run a fair number of times, likely close to ten, and various neutral runs in the teens.

Not only that, I spent hours in the library with my headphones on doing homework, listening to not the OST, but the ten-hour extended versions of my favorite songs, “Bonetrousle”, “Hopes and Dreams”, “Death by Glamour”, and the ever so aptly named “NGAHHH!!” just to name a few.

And don’t get me started on the glitch characters. The hours I spent looking up information on Gaster because I was too scared to mod my own game are endless.

So, I guess you could say I’m very familiar with the game. It meant a lot to me as a young adult with fresh freedom, a story about a lost child finding a family of their own. My first and only tattoo is of the delta rune (although people will try to tell me it’s from Legend of Zelda).

It’s hard to talk about, but I don’t have the best mental health, with constant long-running depression, social anxiety, and mild OCD, my brain tends to run a mile a minute, and I had a really hard time making friends in high school, which resulted in me not having any friends at all after my friends from middle school decided they were too good for me.

I spent the better part of my four years in high school eating lunch alone and not going out on the weekends because no one wanted me to. In senior year, I managed to make friends with a few people, but nothing deep or long lasting.

Cue college, a fresh start where I could be exactly who I was supposed to be. I came out as asexual on the second day there, not knowing that my involvement with the LGBT organization would lead me to realize that I was also nonbinary and a lesbian. But needless to say, I was an outcast looking for a place to call home.

I found it at school, making a couple lifelong friends (I love you girls!) and finding a place in coming to my own leadership abilities and my desire to be a role model and resource for young LGBT people. Always in the background was Undertale.

Here was this game, though with a few flaws, was the greatest game I had ever played, as I remarked on every little detail from the stunning backgrounds to the fun yet challenging fight mechanics to every little piece of witty dialogue.

I remarked on Toby Fox and his ability to create this game almost entirely on his own, coding and designing and writing music. He didn’t do it alone, but so much of the game was him, and seeing someone accomplish something that meant so much to me was an inspiration.

I looked at this game and saw a breathtaking story, hints of the twist being woven into every pixel, parallels at every turn, tidbits that you had to play the game ten times (like I did) to catch pieces of backstory that were so vital to fully understanding a character.

Not only that, but I looked at this game and I saw me. I saw the cute and honestly rather stupid love story between Alphys and Undyne, between a shy (presumably) bisexual lizard girl and a buff (presumably) lesbian fish lady. They were awkward and uncomfortable and bashful and I loved every part of their interactions. They cared for each other and their story being thrown in and accepted, not a word said about it except outside the game. And don’t get me started on the guards.

But beyond that, I saw Frisk, a child without a denoted gender, which many people took to mean you could impose the gender you wanted, but to nonbinary people, to people like me, they saw a main character that used they/them pronouns without it being a joke, without it being asked about, without the characters ever slipping up or even having to guess. They did it because that’s who Frisk is, and they love Frisk.

I see this game, this funny, heart-wrenching, sweet, and wonderful game, and I see found family. I see a child who we know went up Mount Ebbott knowing that children who went up there didn’t come back find people (monsters) that loved them, cared about them, even after only knowing them for what we can assume is a day.

Frisk finds these monsters and they loved them for who they are. The love these characters share meant more to me than I ever could have imagined they would, the background to my introduction to freedom, the meeting of my best friends, the discovery of myself, the growth of my leadership and motivation. They were there. They were always there for me, and now, today, on the day of the five year anniversary of my own self discovery, I listen to “Home” and I cry.

I cry for Toriel, who lived alone in the Ruins for years, I cry for Sans and Papyrus who take care of each other in more way than they know, I cry for Undyne who’s desperate to prove herself and protect her people, I cry for Alphys who lived with the guilt of her mistakes and wanting nothing more than to make amends for the monster she thought she was, I cry for Asgore who was so overcome with grief he became the worst version of himself.

I cry for Asriel for obvious reasons. And I cry for Frisk, a child that wanted love and found it in the journey, just like I did.

I listen to “Home” and I cry because it is home. It’s a story about love in the time I needed it the most, shaping me into the person I am today, even five years later.

Because despite everything, it’s still me.

#undertale

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doctorguilty · 5 years ago

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alright here’s how I’d rewrite Infinite and ergo some of the plot points of the games story.. it got long i got a little carried away lol........................

Infinite’s name probably isn’t that before he becomes a tool of destruction thing but I don’t care all that much to name him something else rn

he also doesn’t have a sword because that’s really not necessary and I don’t know how to make that relevant at all

forget the mercenary thing because it makes no sense that he was “hired” by eggman and that’s also boring. The jackal squad is a nomadic, robin hood type group that steals from bad folks to help other animal people villages in need

to make character relationships.. matter a little bit more, OC is a long time childhood friend of Infinite and they still see one another a decent amount despite the jackals moving around

I don’t really care how or why the phantom ruby exists in fact I’m just realizing there’s a huge discontinuity because according to the COMIC it just.. existed arbitrarily like a chaos emerald, but according to the GAME it seems to be something Eggman fabricated, since there’s “prototypes” in play??? hm hm okay you know what I’m feeling ambitious let’s make both make sense. There is one true phantom ruby that exists, eggman finds it, where ever I don’t care. some legend about, this ruby can bring your ultimate fantasies to life! EXCEPT you need to have, idk, a good heart, a heart of gold, to use it and eggman doesnt have that so he can see the illusion of his empire but it wont become reality

eggman thinks okay well, maybe if I fabricate copies of it I can make a version that will work, which I reckon doesn’t make them “prototypes’ anymore but just, copies, but close enough. however, they still don’t work

now cut to jackal squad raiding eggman for his cool shit. maybe they catch wind about this whole “bring your fantasies to life” power and want to use it for good and they know eggmans vibes are rancid. in any case the jackals make off with a ruby (a FAKE one uh oh!) but not without infinite losing an eye and gaining one big unsightly scar from a fight w/ eggman and he’s like Shook about that but he’s like hm well at least I stopped that terrible guy from harnessing this power (oh no bitch u thought..)

of course the jackals dont keep their spoils but WHO ever could be trusted with this legendary gem thing?!? oh none other than You, Original The Character, aka Infinite’s best friend .............. so he gives the ruby to OC and tells them like, idk allegedly this can make ur dreams come true but I don’t know how it works...oh my eye? yeah I sure used to have two of those but dont worry about it, anyway ttyl stay fresh *saunters off, jackaly*

because the fake!ruby is.. fake, it just seems to be a dud at first so OC just hangs onto it as a keepsake

eggman, pissed about his shit getting stolen and worried what could be done with it sends robots out to hunt down infinite, kidnap him, and drag him back to eggman’s base and demand the fake!ruby back. infinite naturally refuses to tell him anything especially at the cost of putting OC in danger, so he’s like, blow it out your ass

eggman is like HAHA WELL U DUMB SHIT you stole a fake anyway and I have the real one right here.. he uses the ruby to suddenly spawn a bunch of robots and infinite braces himself for the attack... except they go right through him because they’re just illusions. eggman is like FUCK !! DAMMIT! WHY WONT THIS SHIT WORK!! Infinite uses eggman’s tantrum time to rush in to snatch the ruby. when infinite touches it as its in eggman’s hand, however, all the illusion robots become “real” (probably conveying this through effects/opacity), taking them both by surprise. infinite is unable to take the ruby before getting hit with a full force attack from a robot

infinite is incapacitated and eggman grins, like, inch resting...................... you seem to be able to make the ruby work... I will now use you for malicious purposes >:) (cut to black)

NOW when Infinite is in the tube, 1) he already has his mask because the scene with him putting it on and monologueing about abandoning his old identity is unnecessary, it’s more symbolic here, 2) he’s amnesic and I know we did that with shadow already and I don’t mean to overuse it, but I think it works well enough in a different way for this story! Shadow had some fragments of memories and an identity crisis, but with Infinite, his memory is completely wiped (or perhaps suppressed?) and his only understanding of himself is that he was “created” to work for eggman. Even MORE importantly! the stakes are raised because of Infinite’s relationship to the OC--Infinite cannot remember them which makes attacking them a lot more heart wrenching ESPECIALLY when we get to a point where OC begins to recognize their brainwashed best friend using one of the (apparently) very same rubies given to OC to try to destroy them with

this also adds more tension to all the scenes where Infinite is taunting and threatening OC on a quite personal , rivalry-like level? Infinite would, over time, begin to get an inexplicable sense of familiarity with OC, which causes him to hesitate and hold back

oh and as for the fake!ruby, OC does use it to defend himself just like the first time! it ends up being successfully activated because OC shows a strong will to protect the other civilians. if you haven’t caught on to my cheese, both OC and Infinite have hearts of gold and thats why they can use the rubies. eggman is cheating though by fusing Infinite to the ruby and using him as a proxy for his bad will..... and again, coming back to the cheese, Infinite’s heart cannot be changed and he is not truly “evil” so that’s like, how this is working

I’m way too lazy to fix everything scene by scene because there’s also just SO MUCH wrong with all the other characters and plot but I’m just focusing on fixing Infinite and making him more interesting so I’m skipping to the end..

I’m not entirely sure how I’d order the bosses and what I’d wanna do with the eggman robot phases the whole things was a big mess............I kinda wanna go with what I THOUGHT was going to happen after beating up giant robot thing and then that squid robot breaks out??? and I thought it was going to be Infinite cause that would be much more dramatic? So lets go with that---When Eggman says like, well fuck infinite who needs him? i harnessed the power of the ruby into my robot, he means he literally trapped Infinite in it like, wired up and shit to use him like a power generator. fucked up. Infinite breaks out after that phase of the battle, and he’s like, in so much pain and glitched out on overclocked energy he cant even control what he’s doing.... commence TRUE final boss battle (it can still be a tagteam with sonic), and it’s sad and dramatic! OC pleads (or I reckon sonic, maybe the other heroes too since they talk during fights! like since OC doesnt talk) infinite to remember his true self because they dont want to destroy him

once you’ve depleted his health bar, I’m going to go ahead and use the game’s weird addition of quicktime events to fuel more cheesiness (B/C THIS IS SONIC...WHY DID THEIR “POWER OF FRIENDSHIP” MORAL END ON SUCH A BLAND, UNEMOTIONAL NOTE IN FORCES??? shadow didnt fall to his (alleged) death in sa2 for this..............) and you quicktime OC HUGGING Infinite, like jumping towards him and grabbing him in an embrace type of thing! and when OC makes contact with the ruby, it activates, making all the probably hostile glitchy battle terrain or whatever dissipate, infinite stops being like.. idk lookin like he’s being electrocuted, and his mask fades away .. exposing Infinite as his true self once again

the in between the lines intent here, again since OC doesn’t talk, is that OC’s fantasy was to bring Infinite back so they could be together again. you’re welcome to interpret that as romantic, or platonic, it doesn’t matter! it’s open ended! it’s just supposed to be cute!

idk and then emotional stuff, I’m not entirely sure what it doesn’t really matter the idea is that Infinite is like, remorseful of what happened but everyone ofc forgives him because it’s not his fault , and then he joins up with with everyone to help fix the world! hmm I’m torn between Infinite keeping the true phantom ruby or giving it to the OC, like giving it to the OC makes sense, but for the sake of like, hypothetically bringing Infinite back in a future game and having special powers, it would be perfect if he kept it and that was his thing, he uses the power of virtual reality to help people and fight evil and whatever

I dont know I guess there’s not a lot of sense in thinking too hard since I just remembered none of this is canon whatsoever and we’re probably not seeing Infinite again unless as a stock evil thing to beat up like metal sonic 8′)

I have no idea who i wrote this for I guess myself! Idk if anyone else played forces or cares or w/e but! if you DO happen to be someone who read this and cares about it omg well like feel free to! comment and tell me what you think!!! this was all very stream of thought

#seth speaks #save tag #so i dont lose this in case i wanna come back to it

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always5hineee · 4 years ago

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Hell and Back- Chapter 26: Dr. Who (Trials 40-41)

Word count: 1520

Chapter warnings: Mild language and themes

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How was he meant to handle this? There wasn't a lot he could do, but he knew the outcome. Was the game going to purposely kill Y/N? It was limiting his power, so even if he wanted to break the rules, he wouldn't be able to. Once he unfroze time... It would stay that way for better or worse, until the trial was over.

Could he make it so that the train was safe? He may be able to dismantle the cow pusher if he really tried, but tying up all the hydraulic cables? That would be a nightmare. He didn't even know how to disconnect the cars if he wanted to, and their forward momentum would push them into her anyway. He didn't know if he could even reverse any further with his power limited by the game. Not only that, but his mental state was affecting his physical one. He didn't know how strong he could actually be.

Walking over to the train, he looked to the cow pusher. Giving it a kick, he tried to see if it would come off, but it was clearly bolted into the vehicle. Maybe there would be wrenches on the train. Walking around to the conductor booth, he tried to heave himself up to the door. Hands slipping as his grip weakened, he fell back into the rocks. Grunting in pain, he shook as he tried to pull himself up. He couldn't afford to pass out yet, he'd end up releasing time. He just had to find the tools.

Pulling up on the bar a second time, he nearly made it, but his foot slipped, sending him sprawling to the dirt a second time bashing his head on the ground. His vision began to swim as he laid back, body giving out against his will. He tried to mutter to himself, force himself to get up, but he couldn't do anything about it. Finally, against his own volition, he fell into unwilling sleep.

"Tao..." He heard the muffled voices in the back of his head, as if he were underwater. His breathing was labored and he felt hot, sweating in his own skin. Was this death? Was he dying? He could see their faces in front of him, bubbling and twisting like a portal. Their colors were shifting from too saturated to too monochrome, disorienting hi as they shouted.

"Tao!" Jumping out of whatever strange realm he had found himself in, he blinked in confusion, looking around at them. Staring up, he saw all of their faces. Sehun, Kai, Kyungsoo, Kris, Chanyeol, Lay, Chen, Baekhyun, Suho, and Xiumin.

"W-where's Luhan?" He asked, practically shaking. In that strange place he had been hot, but now he was desperately terribly cold.

"Tao, Luhan left..." Suho put a hand on his shoulder.

"O-oh, right..."

"Are you okay, man?" Sehun asked, obvious concern on his face.

"Y-yeah, I'm good, he said, shuddering involuntarily.

"Well in that case, what the fuck is this?" Kris asked in an accusing tone, shoving something in his face.

"Kris, come on, give him a-" Suho started, but was rudely cut off.

"No, we deserve an explanation." Trying to focus his eyes, Tao saw that it was a phone screen.

"Huh?"

"Don't play stupid. What the fuck is this? We're on trial forty one. Y/N's train stunt was supposed to be trial thirty one. And this trial is for you." Grabbing onto the phone, slightly nauseous, he tried to read it. Finally, his eyes caught on the letters, brightness somewhat disorienting.

Final Time Trial - Player Tao

Trial 41: Tell the truth.

Limited power: Tao

Drop-out Fee: Not Applicable. Drop-out is not permitted.

He looked up between each of them, searching for some form of sympathy. The best he received was the worry in Y/N's eyes. Other than that, though, everyone was accusatory, hurt, or both. No one knew what was going on. He stuttered as he tried to explain, Y/N dying, the resets, all of it. He was rambling about watching her death, having to tell the others how to save her, the amount of times he had to reverse and pause and reverse again. He sounded crazy. Kris was mostly just upset that his car was a mile down the road. Suho was the first to crack, offering him sympathy, hand still on his back.

"It's okay Tao, everything is fine now. And you've finished a ton of our work."

"This doesn't make sense, though." Kyungsoo pointed out, still suspicious. "He said that the fortieth trial was to let Y/N go through with it without fixing time. If she died the first time, and he passed out before he could re-model the train, how is she still alive?" Tao hadn't even thought about that. How was Y/N still alive. They all looked to her, and she shrank back from the attention.

"Uh, I don't know. It hurt for a minute, but I think that was just my fear. It was really loud and hot. I had a few burns from the sparks, but Lay took care of them." She showed her clean arms. "I'm fine, though, we should worry about Tao-" As she was saying this, he disappeared.

Not getting up, not leaving, nothing. One minute, he was sitting on the floor, and the next he was gone. Kris was the first to look behind them, then towards the tracks, and everywhere in between. They weren't exactly used to Tao's time traveling, but they generally knew how it worked. As long as they were moving and interacting, he was unfrozen, and he generally stayed nearby, but there was technically no basis to uphold that. At any moment, they could have been paused for hundreds of years, and they wouldn't even have known.

"Where did he go?" Kris growled, glaring.

"Calm down." Lay muttered to him.

"I know you're around here somewhere!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, completely ignoring Lay's advice. Picking up the phone from where he had left it on the ground, Y/N saw that his challenge had been completed. Showing it to Suho, they read through it together.

Congratulations! You have completed the time trials. Welcome to Round 4! Round 4 will consist of 9 trials for all players. If a player cannot continue or chooses to drop out, the trial will be null for that player and they will be penalized with the dropout fee. Other players are not affected. Round 4 will end after trial 50.

"Guys!" He screamed out, looking around desperately. His body was tired, his mind was tired, it was impossible to think. "Where are you?" Tao was frantically spinning in search of his friends, looking to where they had been standing just moments before. The train was jumping in and out of view, flitting from where it had ben sitting, to down the track, to completely gone, then back again. The rails were changing from rusted, to shiny, back to cracked, then to nearly completely buried. Everything around him was clouded in a murky gray, as if he'd entered a black and white comic.

Watching as everything glitched in and out around him, he sank into the ground, tears still streaming down his face from the horrors he had endured earlier. Falling backwards, he looked to the sky, where the birds overhead were growing larger and smaller, until finally, it looked less like a bird and more like a dinosaur.

Wait... it didn't look like a dinosaur, it was a dinosaur.

Swooping down, the thing launched itself at him, intent on catching its prey. He tried to pause time, but in doing so, everything around him shattered like glass, little realistic pieces of the scene around him separated by vivid white lines. Then it reformed, broke again, healed itself, over and over. The sound alone was driving him insane. Every time he tried to rise, he'd only be able to stay for a few seconds, before crashing once more.

This had to have been his power. He was watching everything age and reverse, launching through the timelines at unprecedented speeds. One second he was at the opening ceremony for the railroad, the next in the jurassic era. He wasn't able to control it, and he was stuck there, looping back and forth in a dizzy vertigo spinning out of control. Then, for just a brief second, he saw his friends once more, walking down the road towards where he'd left Kris's car.

"Stop! Wait! Wait for me, I'm right here!" He yelled desperately as their figures shakily tried to remain in view by Tao's sheer willpower. "Suho! I'm still here, can't you see me?" He was screaming, chasing after them. They were becoming less and less easy to discern.

"Y/N! Please!" He begged, "I-" Before he could even make it to them, they completely dissipated, sending him sprawling into a new time, causing him to throw up on the ground in front of him. He wouldn't have to worry about the mess as he was tossed again. Would it ever stop?

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crepuscular-gloom · 5 years ago

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Poptropica Island Ratings

okay I saw a post on here a while ago and someone rated the Poptropica islands. I remember agreeing with a lot of them, but they only went so far so a lot of the newer islands were missed out. I came across it again recently and got hit by a wave of nostalgia so I’m gonna do my own now. Unoriginal content very good. i’ll put a keep reading link to stop it from taking up too much space

Early Poptropica - mega nostalgia but kinda boring. I like the original Poptropicans being pixely and there is a goth gf in the sewers however the giant green spider scared the shit out of me as a kid and the idea of an aircraft graveyard made me sad so 6/10

Shark Tooth Island - also nostalgic but I didn’t complete it for a long time for some reason.. very short. it has a story but its there is nasty shark and people stuck on an island so make a calming potion. the medicine man looks like he is from viva pinata so 6/10

Time Tangled Island - VERY GOOD AND FUN AND HISTORICAL FUCK THAT AZTEC THO DICKHEAD. quite lengthy for an island but this is good because that means more time periods to explore. it’s also educational but i just care about restoring time. very legendary the iconic just jumped out - 10/10

24 Carrot Island - stupid pun point taken off. introduces Dr Hare and people are THIRSTY. you can dye your hair with milkshakes. i thought it was creepy as a kid honestly. i think its mind control or something. but i like it, it still has nostalgia value 8/10

Super Power Island - very legend like. i loooove the antagonists, especially copy cat but i think i had to look up a guide to beat her because i was dumb af. you need a licence to be a superhero but you are a superhero!!! very fun i like this one a lot 10/10

Spy Island - i remember sucking at this one as well as a kid. i think it fucks with peoples hair and i only remember because my character looks fresh 100% of the time and this island fucked it up i think. i don't really remember it tho. 5/10

Nabooti Island - it’s based on a Choose Your Own Adventure book so good premise. go around the world is also good. you have to get jewels i think. ngl i didn’t finish this one because i sucked at it so i’m just going off the wiki and how far i got into it. fuck the animal puzzle 7/10

Big Nate Island - who the fuck is Big Nate. i only remember the school climbing frame and a stink bomb. fuck you big nate we don’t have your comics in England 1/10

Astro-Knights Island - medieval knights.... IN SPACE?!?! COUNT ME IN. crazy jester bard guy antagonist. people are thirsty for him too. i’m pretty sure you end up in another dimension or something. cyborgs and shit 9/10

Counterfeit Island - bruh i loved this island. pretty sure antagonist is also making people thirsty. you have to go back to Early Poptropica Island to complete it, very cool. investigating crime is cool idea it’s l.a. noire in poptropica. the wiki says there is a glitch called anti-social clown and i have to say relatable 9/10

Reality TV Island - i think i completed this like twice and i remember jackshit. you get to see past characters tho so very good. it’s just doing challenges. 4/10

Mythology Island - VERY GOOD. LEARN ABOUT MYTHOLOGY. you can fight hydra and other creatures, you meet Zeus you meet Hades, Aphrodite is a bitch. 9/10

Skullduggery Island - pirates are always good no matter what. apparently it is one of the hardest islands which explains why i never completed it but you fight other pirates and sea monsters for doubloons or some shit sounds cool to me 8/10

Steamworks Island - steampunk is good. i remember completing this and thinking it was interesting and weird to look at. i think the atmosphere is was lonely tho. there’s a boss battle against a plant i think. otherwise i don’t fuckin remember 7/10

Great Pumpkin Island - it’s Peanuts so it’s nice. very nice and simple. it’s just about the great pumpkin except you’re there. 6/10

Cryptids Island - GOD TIER. CRYPTIDS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA. some of it is scary tho. the jersey devil just fucking staring at you from the window was a shit the bed moment for a kids game. also before the islands got rebooted, it was one of the only islands to have sound effects, i.e. when the chupacabra bursts out the box. honestly because of the balls on this kids game to scare children and also being good island 10/10

Wild West Island - the only thing better than pirates is cowboys. i don’t really remember it but you do go against an outlaw gang. i like cowboys 10/10

Wimpy Wonderland Island - Jeff I know you made doawk and poptropica but did you have to show it. ngl i liked it because i like doawk. but it’s kinda... creatively bankrupt i guess. 3/10 2 points because Rodrick is there

Red Dragon Island - i think more time travel but just to old Japan. you have to save a girl. that’s all i remember. also i think there is a nasty samurai guy. but also evil dragon. i can’t remember because for the longest time this was a premium account only island so i never got to finish it for the longest time. that was a dick move 7/10 for that alone.

Shrink Ray Island - cool premise but this island expects me to learn morse code 3/10

Mystery Train Island - detectives? on a train? very nice. basically murder on the orient express except no murder and thomas edison is there and also various other 1700/1800 nerds

Game Show Island - basically Reality TV except it’s to save the world from robots. 5/10

Ghost Story Island - wow iconic. this is the only island with voice acting and it’s to fucking jumpscare you i shat myself. ghost hunting, very cool 10/10

S.O.S Island - it’s basically Titanic mixed with Moby Dick. it’s ok 6/10

Vampire’s Curse Island - i reaaaally like this one. i like vampires. it has a vampire daddy in it so. he kidnaps a teenage girl tho because he thinks its the love of his life who is dead. kinda weird. he does stop being insane at the end tho and says sorry and dies. the girls bf is a dickhead tho. 9/10

Twisted Thicket Island - i think you’re saving a forest from becoming housing. i really like it because it introduces various folkloric creatures like the nokken. i only remember the nokken because i went on akinator to see if he knew what it was and i don’t think he did so i added it and it’s photo to his database. or maybe it was just his photo but i remember uploading something to akinator. 8/10

Poptropolis Games Island - i don’t think i liked this one 3/10

Wimpy Boardwalk Island - Jeff. 2/10 1 point added because Rodrick is also there

Lunar Colony Island - space is good. do i remember this island tho? no. i think theres aliens tho. 5/10 because i like space and aliens.

Super Villain Island - it brings back the most memorable villains like binary bard and black widow. you find out why they are evil. pretty chill 8/10

Charlie and The Chocolate Factory Island - what do you expect 5/10

Zomberry Island - the last of us except i think people are just eating nasty berries really. i like it it’s spooky 7/10

Night Watch Island - Paul Blart Mall Cop 6/10

Back Lot Island - you make a film. i can’t remeber it like at all. 6/10 because it sounds ok

Poptropolis Games Island Part 2 - fuck off 2/10

Virus Hunter Island - i don’t think i completed this one either. however it is one of those inside the human body things which is always cool if cliche. 8/10

Mocktropica Island - very satirical what if about if poptropica was run by assholes. ironic since a bunch of islands were made premium only for a while. pretty sure the bonus missions still are too which is why i’m not mentioning them. funny tho 7/10

Monster Carnival Island - spooky yes. people thirst over the ringmaster raven guy too. theres a spooky clown on the ferris wheel. i don’t remember much other than i liked it because it was about monsters in a theme park. 9/10 i remember it was surprisingly short tho

Survival Island - castaway except it’s you. i don’t remember it either lmao. i got out of touch with old poptropica real bad by this time so my next ratings might be unfair sorry. pretty sure it also becomes the most dangerous game tho and some guy wants to actually fucking kill you. ballsy. 7/10 because it sounds ok i should maybe play it.

Mission Atlantis Island - i like atlantis but i didn’t play this one either. you see deepsea creatures which are spooky so extra points 8/10

PoptropiCon Island - poptropica’s answer to comicon. now i did play this one for some reason but i don’t remember it too well either. i was 14 when it came out so. sounds like yu-gi-oh so good. 7/10

Arabian Nights Island - didn’t play it i think it’s just telling the story. it’s a cool story so 7/10

Galactic Hotdogs Island - what the fuck 1/10

Mystery of The Map Island - vikings are cool. island seems very short tho. 5/10

Timmy Failure Island - who the fuck. this would be more impactful if i read these fucking things but i don’t. who the fuck are you timmy. i guess it’s called failure for a reason. (that was mean sorry) 1/10

Escape from Pelican Rock Island - prison break, nice idea. you have like a twin in this one. seems a bit repetitive sometimes tho. theres like 7 days of doing similar things. 6/10

Monkey Wrench Island - it was created to be the new tutorial, i.e. an actual tutorial rather than Early Poptropica. very fast and boring, especially if you already know everything. 2/10

Crisis Caverns Island - i know nothing about this. even the wiki is incomplete. maybe that means its shit then. 1/10 the wiki doesn’t even care too much about this one.

Greek Sea Odyssey - more ancient greece is always good. you get to beat the shit out of zeus this time 8/10

Snagglemast Island - all you do is collect coins. another tutorial one. 1/10.

bonus: home island. legit just a hub. points added because you can do a lot of customisation here and pick up a pet that doesn’t cost credits. 4/10

DOUBLE BONUS: the little haunted house mini thing. very good because spooky costumes, spooky house fun little monster party. 10/10

#poptropica #feel free to add your opinions #do you agree #or disagree #i get unfair because i stopped playing a loooong time ago #tho i sometimes jump on #if you see me i'm called chilly skull #edgy i know but i made it when i was 7 #poptropica islands #this felt like writing a goddamn essay enjoy

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dead-inside-mcgee · 5 years ago

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Controlling a marionette Final Part?

@blog-griffin-me <3

Summary: “No. This game is a loop, we can either fight what caused the loop, or stop the loop where it started.” The clock began ticking backwards.

Warnings: Blood, stabbing, Anti in general

Chase feels like this has happened before. Maybe not this exactly, but the same scenario. Him trapped, waiting for his inevitable doom, hoping he could either come up with a plan, or someone else would save his hide.

He prayed that Robbie would be okay and that Marvin wouldn’t be stupid enough to try and come save him.

That button seemed to be the source of, or magnify JJ’s powers in some way. He wondered what would happen if he somehow got a hold of it again, and destroyed it.

That was a thought for later, right now his main priority was getting out of this cage. How difficult could it be?

Apparently pretty difficult, considering after what was probably half an hour he was still stuck with no more of a clue than before.

How did Jameson summon the cage anyway? He just raised his hands and pulled it out of the depths of hell itself. But how?

He tried to relax. Leaning back he tried to think. If he could figure out how Jameson did it, maybe he could reverse it.

He focused his mind back to the time before he was trapped in the cage. Then, the cage was gone. One second it was there and one second it’s not.

“Marvin?” No answer, which was very unlike Marvin, making Chase inclined to believe this was a trick or a trap of some kind. But why trap something you already have?

Trick or trap, Chase wasn’t going to figure anything out by just sitting here. He got up and went back through the stairwell back home.

Every door in the house was open, except for the door to Marvin’s room were the man himself happened to be hiding, along with a pile of puppets that used to be his friends.

“Chase! You’re alive,” Marvin cheered, swooping him up into a hug.

“Yep.” He couldn’t help but giggle. “Where’s Robbie?”

“About that.” Marvin set him down and frowned, as Chase’s stomach dropped.

The magician held out Robbie, who was now a small puppet. “While you were gone JJ attacked. I was able to protect the others but I got sloppy.”

He took it solemnly. “How long was I gone?”

“A few hours.”

It most currently didn’t feel like a few hours, but he knew for a fact he could barely trust time anymore.

“But, on the bright side, while you were gone I did some reading. And I think I know how we can fix this. Or how you can fix this.”

“Well?”

“I think the reason Jameson seems so powerful, and the reason he wants you so bad, is because you’re both constants.”

“Constants?”

“You may want to sit down.” Chase did so. “Jameson’s powers revolve around time in some way. He can turn back and move time forward, as much as he likes, but he remains constant, and so do you. Which is why I think he’s so hesitant to turn you into a puppet, despite having many chances to, and why I think you can fix this.”

“Wait.” He stood back up. “How do you want me to fix things? And what makes you so sure I’m consistent anyway?”

“Because, I just do. You trust me right?”

“Asking if I trust you automatically makes you less trustworthy, but yes. I think I trust you.”

Marvin sighed in relief. “As for how we fix this, that’s simple. I just need you to turn back time to before all this. That way we can have strength in numbers, and we’d be more prepared.”

“Turn back time?! I can’t do that!”

“Of course you can. You can do so much more than that too.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that anyone can mess with time, but it takes someone consistent within time, to control it.”

“And the others. They didn’t believe me the first time around, what makes you think they will the second time around?”

“They will, trust me. Are you ready to fix things?”

Chase stared down at the marionette, a million thoughts raced through his mind. The past week or so, felt so fast yet so slow. The clock’s ticking seemed so loud right now.

“No.” The clock stopped.

“No?”

“No.” He gripped Robbie tightly, before slipping it into his pocket. “No matter what we do, Jameson will outsmart us. You said it yourself, he can turn back time as much as he likes. It’s just a game of cat and mouse until the cat figures out all our tricks.”

“I can’t believe it. You’re giving up?”

“No. This game is a loop, we can either fight what caused the loop, or stop the loop where it started.” The clock began ticking backwards.

“What are you talking about?”

“I have another plan. You trust me, right?”

Marvin hesitated, but nodded nonetheless. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“I hope so too.”

***

Henrik would probably be extremely angry once he found his way out of the janitors closet Chase locked him in. But a good nine months or so would probably be long enough for him to cool down.

The hospital room was dark and creepy enough to be on the set of a horror film. He couldn’t help wincing at he stepped closer and took a look at the man on the bed.

Jack, his creator.

He had to remind himself it wasn’t really him. Just a fake, set up for bait in some kind of weird trap that set everything into motion.

Five minutes past. The heart monitor glitched, and all the machines began messing up. Static filled the room, and then darkness.

Eternal, suffocating darkness.

The void.

*̸̢̪͎̯̲̓ͩ̊̉͒͜*̡̻͍̻̤͇̟̯̞̠̖̜̦̞ͭ̂͊͐̒ͩͥ͊͌̀*̒̏͐ͩ̃̏͑͂̈́̂҉̹̺̱̘̭͔̹͇̹̗̝͉̹̖̭̰͈̩͞ͅ

Chase awoke to a up, sinistar laugh. He was tied to a chair. Surprisingly, it didn’t seem like his pockets were emptied.

“I wanted that idiotic doctor, but I suppose you’ll have to do,” a dark voice said. Anti.

“Show yourself coward!”

“I don’t believe you’re in any place to insult me, considering I have you tied up and vulnerable.” Anti appeared in front of him, his body glitched and twitching around.

“Apparently in the right place because you still refuse to show yourself.”

“What are you implying.” Anti growled, pressing the edge of his knife to his neck.

“I’m implying I want to speak to your boss. Jameson.”

Anti went still, and in an almost robotic manner and stood up and stepped aside. The rope holding Chase to the chair disappeared and he stood up just in time to meet eye to eye with Jameson who appeared out of the darkness.

“So you think you’re clever, ay?” Chase would never hear text-to-speech the same way ever again.

“Yeah, in fact I do.”

“So, do you have a reason for taking your friends place, or was this just some you wanted to pull?”

“I want to make a deal with you. A trade I guess.”

“A trade?” He raised an eyebrow. “Do tell.”

“I trade you myself, my popularity and power, an exchange for you leaving me and my friends alone.”

“Now you see. I think that’s where you misunderstand me,” Jameson smirked. “I want to be the center of attention and in order to do that, I can’t have the other egos in my way. It’s far too late for me to destroy them, but I can change them. Make their popularity my own. If I left you guys alone, even with your popularity, I still wouldn’t be the center of attention.”

“So in order for you to get what you want, what do you need?”

“I need to break your friends. Turn them into, perfect, empty vessels, like that.” He gestures toward Anti, who was standing stock still and emotionless. “He has no personality beside the one I or the fandom has given him, just like the others, but when I have control over him, any popularity he has belongs to me.”

That threw a bit of a wrench in his plan, good thing there was still plan b.

“But, while I can’t leave you alone, I can offer you something.” He held out his hand. “Work with me. You can have whatever you want, your wife, your kids, a happy ending, and you can still have your friends.”

“But they wouldn’t be my friends.” He stared at the blank, empty canvas that was Anti. “It would only be what you and they wanted them to be.”

“And? Is the fandom’s interpretation all that bad?”

“No… But it still wouldn't be right. They deserve the right to be themselves and have their own personalities, not to just be some pawn in your game to be popular.”

“How unfortunate. But I suppose you’ll make a wonderful puppet.” He turned around and disappeared back into the darkness as Anti came back to life.

“Shit.” There’s no way he could take Anti, he had a knife. But…

The demon glitched in front of him, holding up his knife. Chase held out the marionette of Robbie in defence before falling over from the sudden weight of holding the actual Robbie.

“Chay? Ant!” The young zombie ducked behind the chair.

Chase groaned, regretting his spontaneous decision. He was able to roll out of the way and get up before Anti could stab him, but not before Anti could pin him to a wall that wasn’t there a second ago. Or maybe it was, time and space were hard to judge here.

The demon left a long, thin cut across his neck, almost like he was teasing him. Before he could do any real damage a small blur of purple and gray tackled Anti.

“No hurt Chay!” Robbie screamed, giving Anti a good hard punch. Chase cringed at the sound of a bone, or something, cracking.

While Anti was discombobulated, Chase ran over and touched him. Time seemed to reverse and Anti was back in good old, unharmful, puppet form.

“You do understand I can keep returning him back to life no matter how many times you reverse him back into a puppet, right?” Jameson questioned.

“Aren’t you supposed to be one for a fair fight?” Chase shot back, wiping the blood off his neck. “Sending your goon after me doesn’t seem to fair.”

“You’re right. But if you want a good one-on-one fight that means you can’t send your… whatever that thing is, after me either.” With a flick of his wrist, Robbie returned to puppet form too. “Shall we?”

“One thing.” He snatched up Anti’s knife off the floor. “Since you’re better at magic than me.”

“Fine. But you must know that it will have no effect on me.”

“Oh really.” Chase strutted forward with fake confidence. “Is that burron eye a part of you?”

Before Jameson could process, or respond to that, Chase drove the knife through his button eye.

Jameson let out a shriek that would probably haunt Chase’s nightmares for years. The right side of his face cracked like porcelain and he fell to the floor, clutching that side of his face.

“Y̬͍͈͍͙o̵ṵ̤͉ͅ ̻̲̼̪͉̕e̬v̹̹̱̟̺͖̥i̝̭̦͔l̫ ̴̲͍̫̪̹̱l̪͎̟̠̱͈itt̲̪ḻ̭̯̮̰͎̖̀e̫̲̤ ̵͍̟s̜̪h̬̱̥̩̻i̷̙t̨̼!̦̗̭͘”

“That’s a little hypocritical, since you wanted to take away my friends canon material just so you could have attention.”

“I won’t die. As long as the fandom knows about me, I’ll live. You know that!”

“Of course I know that. I don’t want to kill you either.” He dropped the knife. “I’d be willing to give you a second chance, if you wanted to come back in a different way.”

It may have just been Chase, but the being almost seemed to blush.

“You can’t leave this place. You still have to serve the stanence.”

“Oh I know that too. I’m smarter than you think.” The father plopped down in the chair he was once tied to. “It’s only nine months, how bad could it be?”

Jameson hissed before fading away, deeper into the void.

The end…?

#jacksepticeye #chase brody #antisepticeye #jameson jackson #marvin the magician #marvin the magnificent #jackie boyman #jackieboy man #robbie the zombie #Dr Schneeplestein #henrik von schneeplestein #controlling a marionette #my fic

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sgtcalhouns · 5 years ago

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Rescue, pt. 3

here’s the final update!! sorry this took so long. i wrote half of it, and then i got sick and then i worked a bunch of crazy hours at work so i didn’t have the chance to finish it until now. this is the first time i’ve ever written a fight scene like this so please cut me some slack lol. enjoy!

Felix ran back to Game Central Station, making a beeline for his game. On his way out, he learned that the game he had been trapped in all that time was Hero’s Duty. It brought him some comfort to know that Brad couldn’t fatally harm Tamora since she was in her own game, but that didn’t lessen his haste to get her away from him as soon as possible. He found Ralph walking out of the outlet for Sugar Rush and hurried after him.

“Ralph!” he called out.

“Felix!” he replied. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Felix answered, brushing off his friend’s concern. “But we need to get Tamora out of there as soon as possible. What’s the plan?”

“We have to go back to Hero’s Duty,” Ralph replied. ��Turbo wrote himself into the code there. If we can destroy the code, he’ll be gone for good.”

“What about Brad?” Felix asked.

“His code is intertwined with Turbo’s,” Ralph explained. “It’s impossible for one of us to create a whole new character that wasn’t written into the code. Only a game’s creator can do that. Turbo must have split off a piece of his code and taken the rest from Hero’s Duty.”

“Are you sure?” Felix asked.

“We spent hours talking to Sour Bill,” Ralph said. “He knows more about this stuff than anybody.”

“Alright,” Felix said. “So how do we get into the code room?”

“I don’t know,” Ralph admitted. “If Turbo hasn’t gotten to the soldiers, we’ll need to ask one of them to show us.”

“Let’s head to Tapper’s,” Felix suggested. “If Turbo’s tried to brainwash Tamora’s soldiers, he probably wouldn’t think to look there.”

“Lead the way.”

As the pair entered the bar, Felix spotted Tamora’s most trusted soldier, Kohut, leaning against the bartop. He quickly approached the muscular man.

“Kohut,” he said.

“Hey, Felix,” Kohut replied, clearly in the beginning stages of intoxication. “What’s up?”

“We need your help.”

“No can do, buddy,” Kohut said, his speech slightly slurred.

“Come on, this is serious,” Ralph interjected.

“I’m serious, too,” Kohut said.

“Kohut, please, it’s about Tamora,” Felix pleaded.

“What, havin’ lady troubles, little man?” Kohut said with a chuckle.

“Listen to me!” Felix said, hopping onto the counter to be at eye-level with him. “Turbo is back and he rebuilt Brad Scott out of his own code and they kidnapped me but Tamora stayed behind so they would let me go and now she’s trapped in some creepy dungeon with a half-brained clone of her ex-fiancee. Show us the code room in Hero’s Duty or she’ll be stuck there for who knows how long.”

This seemed to shake Kohut out of his slightly buzzed state. He stood from his barstool and dropped a few coins on the bar to pay for his drink before turning back to Felix and Ralph.

“Let’s go.”

Deep in the underground of Hero’s Duty, Tamora was hogtied on the floor. Turbo had returned to find Felix gone, and he was furious with Brad for letting such a crucial part of their plan walk out the door.

“How could you do this?” Turbo asked, pacing the floor and waving his arms dramatically as he spoke. “The plan only works with both of them here. We’re no closer to the glitch than we were before.”

“I’m sorry,” Brad said, his head down in shame.

Tamora watched, curious about what Turbo could have done to manipulate Brad this way. He was probably four times Turbo’s size, and yet he was cowering before the minuscule racer.

“‘Sorry’ doesn’t help us now,” Turbo said. “Come with me while I figure out how to fix the mess you’ve created.”

Brad sulked as he followed behind Turbo into the next room, leaving Tamora alone. Soon, she heard footsteps as Felix crept back in. He tiptoed over to her as quickly as possible and began working on the knots in which she had been tied up.

“Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” he whispered.

“I’m fine,” she answered. “Did you bring it?”

“It’s right here,” he replied, patting one of the pockets on his toolbelt. Inside it was a radiant, blue cube containing the code that kept Turbo and Brad alive. Once it was destroyed, they would cease to exist.

He managed to untie the ropes from her wrists and Tamora sat up and helped Felix with the tight knot that bound her ankles together. The moment she was freed, the couple embraced, savoring the moment of tenderness before what would inevitably be a difficult encounter with Turbo and Brad.

“Where’s Ralph?” she asked.

“Right outside with Kohut in case anyone tries to make a run for it,” he answered. “The rest of your troops are in Sugar Rush keeping Vanellope safe.”

“Good,” she said. “Let’s end this thing once and for all.”

She moved to stand, but Felix reached for her hands, prompting her to stay put. He looked into her eyes, unable to hide his concern.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked cautiously. “We could always have Ralph or Kohut come in instead.”

“I’ll be fine,” she answered.

“I know you will, I just...” he trailed off, moving one of his hands to cradle her cheek. “I know this whole ordeal has to be taking a toll on you. Don’t feel like you have to be here when his code is destroyed. I don’t want you to have to see that again.”

“It’s different this time,” she responded. “It may look like him, but that is not Brad.”

“Are you absolutely sure?” he asked. “I know you don’t need protecting and you hate being coddled, but I know how difficult this is for you. I hate to see you hurting.”

“I’m sure, Felix,” she said softly. “Yes, this is hard. This situation has dug into my old wounds in a way that I never expected, but I’m strong enough to get through it. I got that strength from you.”

“Oh, Tammy,” he sniffled, overcome with emotion at her admission. She wasn’t often this open about her feelings, and it affected him deeply every time. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” she said. “Now, let’s exterminate these creeps.”

“How sweet,” came a voice from the other side of the room. The couple turned to see Turbo emerging from the adjoining room with Brad in tow. “Please, don’t let us interrupt the moment. Especially since it’ll be your last.”

“I’d be careful if I were you,” Tamora said as she stood up from the floor.

“And why is that? Think you’re a match for Dr. Scott? I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Turbo snickered.

“Because we have something that can erase the both of you from existence,” Felix said.

“The code,” Turbo whispered, overcome with dread.

Felix reached into his toolbelt and procured the glowing cube, holding it up for everyone to see. Tamora gave him a small nudge to encourage him to destroy it before the situation could escalate any further. He paused to look up at her, silently asking her if she really wanted to witness this firsthand. She gave him a small nod, and he held her gaze for a moment, searching for any signs of hesitation from her. When he found none, he took a deep breath and raised his arm so that he could throw the code onto the ground. Something collided with his arm, and before he realized what was happening, Turbo had him pinned on the floor and the code had skittered across the room.

Tamora glanced back and forth between her husband and the luminous block on the opposite side of the room. Felix saw her inability to decide between saving him and destroying the code and spoke up as he fought against Turbo.

“Don’t worry about me,” he grunted as he struggled against the racer. “Get the code.”

She ran for it, planning to stomp down on it and crush it under the weight of her boot. Before she could reach it, Brad swooped in and grabbed it off the floor, using his free hand to grab her by the arm and press her back against the wall.

“Tammy!” Felix called out.

He shoved Turbo off of him, the sight of Tamora in distress giving him a newfound strength. In mere seconds he had crossed the room, running straight up to Brad.

“Get your hands off my wife,” he said as he hopped up to Brad’s level and used his powerful legs to kick him in the jaw, sending him toppling to the floor.

Tamora wrenched her arm away and the code clattered to the ground. Turbo ran up from behind and tackled Felix, giving him no chance to fight back. She tried to intervene, but Brad grabbed her again and pulled her away from them.

“Let me go,” she ordered him.

“Why do you care about him so much?” Brad asked, frustration seeping through his voice. “Turbo told me how badly he treats you. He said we’d be doing you a favor by getting rid of him.”

“Turbo is lying to you,” she said. “Felix is a good man. He takes good care of me, and he loves me more than anything.”

“No,” he muttered under his breath.

“You can try to kill him, but I will do everything in my power to stop it,” she said. “And if you succeed, I will never forgive you. If you let me destroy that code, Turbo will disappear forever. You won’t have to listen to his lies anymore.”

Brad released his hold on her and bent down to pick up the block of code that lay at his feet.

“And tell him what happens to him when that code goes away,” Turbo interjected, a smug smile on his face. “Or did you forget that Brad disappears with it?”

“Is that true?” Brad asked, locking eyes with Tamora. She nodded sadly.

“That’s right, Scotty boy, you and I are one and the same. You’re nothing without me,” Turbo said.

“Turbo has done terrible things to this arcade, and he’ll continue if we don’t stop him,” Tamora said in an attempt to reason with Brad. “The glitch he’s after is just a little girl. If we let him go, he will kill her.”

Brad looked at the code, and then at Tamora. Just when it seemed as though he was going to hand it over to her, Turbo spoke up again.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he said. “If she gets her hands on that code, her little handyman goes bye-bye.”

They turned to see that he had his hands wrapped around Felix’s throat. He tried to fight back, but he was quickly becoming dizzy and weak due to the lack of oxygen. Tamora felt her heart constrict in her chest as he struggled to breathe in Turbo’s tightening grip. She reached for her sidearm.

“Not so fast,” Turbo said, squeezing just a bit tighter.

Tamora dropped the gun on the ground and took a step back.

“Good,” he smiled. “Now, Brad, I want you to bring me the code.”

Brad met Tamora’s gaze and saw the heartbreak behind her eyes.

“As for you,” Turbo continued, glancing pointedly at her, “if you make even one step toward that code, I will crush Mr. Fix-It’s windpipe. We wouldn’t want that, would we?”

“What happens after we give it to you?” she asked. “You let him go?”

“More or less,” Turbo replied.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“He goes, you stay,” Turbo answered. “And if I ever catch the two of you together again, I won’t hesitate to make you watch him die.”

Tamora locked eyes with Felix, trying her best to stop her tears from spilling over onto her cheeks. No matter what choice she made, she would never be able to return to her life with him. She despised this feeling of complete helplessness; she had always been the one in command. Felix wished he could reassure her that everything would be alright, but even he couldn’t muster the optimism to believe it. A terrible choking sound escaped his throat as Turbo’s grip tightened.

“I’d hurry up and make a decision if I were you,” Turbo said.

She took a step back toward Brad. Felix saw the defeated look of acceptance in her eyes and knew what she was about to do.

“No,” he tried to say, but the word came out on a strangled wheeze.

Their eyes met and he made a desperate attempt to communicate with her without words. He knew that she was about to give up her life, her happiness, to save him, but he could never go back to his life knowing she was stuck here forever. Tamora faced a similar dilemma: she knew that Felix was willing to die if it meant her safety and the safety of the arcade, but she would never forgive herself if she didn’t save him.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered before turning away from him.

She faced Brad once more.

“Go ahead,” she said.

Brad hesitated. He had witnessed the exchange, and he saw how much they were willing to sacrifice for one another. As he saw the sadness in Tamora’s eyes, he knew what he had to do.

“You love him, don’t you?” he asked.

“I do.”

“And you’re happy with him?”

“Yes.”

Brad gave a nod of grim acceptance.

“I’m sorry we did this to you,” he said.

And then, before anyone could stop it, he crushed the code within his grip.

“You fool! What are you doing?!” Turbo shouted as he slowly faded into oblivion.

Felix fell to the ground as Turbo disappeared, and he coughed and sputtered as he fought to catch his breath. Tamora ran to him, cradling her head in his hands. She took his hammer and placed it in his hand, and together they tapped it against his neck. He gasped as the damage to his throat was undone and he could breath freely once more. The last thing Brad saw before dissolving into thin air was the couple sharing an emotional embrace, and he knew he had made the right choice. This was the only way Tamora could ever truly be happy, and he had learned that loving someone was all about putting their happiness first. He closed his eyes and accepted his fate, knowing that he was leaving her in good hands.

“Goodbye, Tamora.”

#hero's cuties #fix it felix jr #sgt calhoun #wir fanfiction #wreck it ralph #my fic

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sparda3g · 5 years ago

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Attack on Titan Chapter 119 Review

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The craze fest of the anime is over for now, but the manga keeps on going. If the last season garnered new manga readers and caught up to this recent chapter, then what a hell of a time to witness the extravaganza. Isayama has said that this chapter was a rushed work due to his busy schedule. I believe 21 pages were needed to be done under a short period of time; needless to say, that’s pretty tough. Despite that one notable inconsistency and not the cleanest, this chapter was everything that the series is well known for in its highest degree. It was thrilling, shocking, suspenseful, and mind-blowing.

Right from the very start, the tension is incredibly high. Every possible setup is planted. Zeke is down, Eren must be stopped, Survey Corps veterans are on their way, and Falco’s life depends on Zeke’s feelings. The fate of the war relies on the brothers. One contact and it’s all over. It’s mind-numbing to even consider how a simple touch of the two is all it takes; like reaching for a touchdown. The last chapter was nothing but chaos, but this one lead everyone to throw everything they got. Whatever it takes. It’s downright enticing to the very end.

After a reminder on what I just explained, the action resume with the thrills and chills of Eren reaching for Zeke. Never thought a simple contact can be this exciting. They might as well pull an E.T. finger touch for the hell of it. Porco tries to slow Eren down, but good God, he gets pummeled really badly. It’s the worst beating I have seen in a while, and it only took two hits. Thankfully for Pieck, she’s back as Cart Titan and Magath takes a clean shot to Eren’s head. This is what, third head shot? The man is a true marksman.

I was hoping for Armin and Mikasa to reach for Eren, but unfortunately, Marley soliders are everywhere, including inside the buildings. This forced them to change the direction and take on Marley Army first before going to Eren. Judging by the end, that could be a fatal mistake, but we’ll get to that later. Basically, Isayama is preventing them to have a true (and hopefully) fateful reunion. Everyone else like Pixis and Nile is doing their part, so their plan is in process. It was going well, until Zeke finally wakes up.

Immediately, I begin to shake nervously for a possible end. The anime did announce the final season begins next year Fall. If you do the math, theoretically, the manga could end in next year Summer. Granted, there have been series that has ended in the middle of the final season, so it’s possible for this one to be the case. After all, Isayama is in behind the scene, but time will tell. With all that said, I don’t know where the story is heading, so Zeke and Eren making a contact has a good chance of happening. In short, I buy into anything what this story can dish out.

Although Porco got the beating of a lifetime, which says something since he has been pummeled a lot, he does receive a warranted truth of his brother’s last night. It’s worth mentioning that the reason why Porco was able to see it was due to Reiner’s hand causing a glitch of Paths. This was exclusive to anime with the recent change to have Historia explore Ymir’s life and near death in under 10 seconds. Isayama does work with the anime behind the scene. This is all nice because Porco can finally understand his brother’s love; letting out his burden in tears. As a little brother, this speaks to me.

Aside from world changing, the next worst case scenario is here: the call for the titans. Part of me want to believe Eren didn’t want this to happen, based on his expression. Actually, he looks like he was reaching his hand to tell him don’t. It’s likely he tried to keep the damage incredibly minimum, but everything as of late has come crashing down. Now that Zeke wakes up and about to call the titans, more people will die and suffer. If true, then I really pity him. No matter how well he planned out, the cost will always vary.

The scene with the huge gamble pleading from Colt is bone-chilling and quite saddening. This is all or nothing for Falco and Colt let Zeke know about everything, including his demand. All he wants is to save his little brother from becoming a titan. He only wish for Zeke to put it on hold and wait until Falco is far away. This is convincing. As selfish it is in a sense, it would have been a decent way to not kill off Falco and still roar to kill off others. Granted, it will still suck big time for Nile and Pixis, but Falco doesn’t deserve any of it. It’s damn suspenseful, and watching Colt’s expression was beginning to hurt me. The result: no good.

I should mention that this chapter is very worthy for live reaction. I couldn’t tell you how much I was furious when Zeke calls for titans. I only remember shouting, “**** you! What the ****!!” After cooling down, it is true that Zeke does feel the pain for doing so, but he’s a man on a mission. He will do whatever it takes to fulfill his destiny. It still pisses me off, but karma sure makes up for it down the line.

Clearly, Isayama has some hate on brotherhood. I guess Full Metal Alchemist is his most hated series. Joking aside, it pains the hell out of me when Colt refuses to leave, stand by to Falco’s side to the very end. Dammit to hell, this was gut-wrenching. Gabi, after growing up, now have to lose another friend or even a potential lover. Falco, Nile, Pixis, and the rest all transform to titans. This was a low blow. Those three didn’t deserve this. Granted, Pixis was seen controversial, but he wasn’t much of a bad figure by this point. At least he got to drink one last time.

I’m not sure if Zeke is aware of how much Reiner cherished these kids, but it’s messed up for him to send Falco to attack. Living as Reiner is pure hell. He stops Eren from escaping, but Falco aims for his nape. You could tell Reiner doesn’t want to kill Falco at all. If anything, the situation gives him an opportunity; more on it later. I was cheery when Magath takes a shot at Zeke; yeah, I was still mad at this point. Sadly, Pieck has to go against Armin and Mikasa. Guys, I like you two and all, but don’t make me hate you if you kill her. Just saying. Unbelievable that Floch is once again the sole survivor. Isayama, you better give him a satisfying death for all of us.

Reiner’s scene almost had me convinced me that this is the end for him. He wasn’t as suicidal as before, but the floor map made it possible for him to sacrifice his life for the one he cared the most. Case in point, Falco is close to devouring the Armored Titan, but that’s fine for Reiner. It’s his chance to make it right. It lined-up perfectly with his old intention to pass it to him anyway, so the setup was perfect. But of course, not everything goes accordingly.

I don’t have much opinion on Porco as a character, but his last action is pretty enlightening; a proper sendoff when all things considered. It is him that’ll take the fall. He could have simply just die, but instead, he prefers to pass the Jaw Titan to Falco in order to save him. That’s a nice twist; didn’t think of that somehow. I like his last standing moment; reflecting that he has no more regrets. He felt the brotherly love, and know that he’ll always be better than Reiner. Falco devours, but we don’t see him change back to human. The point is, he’s now the Jaw Titan. This was a really nice moment all in all. You did fine, Porco. You did fine.

The whole make or break scene is amazingly breathtaking.

The tension was already high; now, it surpasses the heaven’s sky. Eren hardening the titan to trap Reiner, so he can break off and run in person to Zeke, who is now in person but can’t walk. It doesn’t matter; all they need to do is make contact and it is game over. The suspense level is running wild. Reiner is a man on a mission; a mission that he will complete at all cost. Gone with Reiner the sad man; here comes the beast! The intensity is just crazy; I forgot what page I was on.

I was actually pretty upset when Jean and Connie interfere and shoots down Reiner. He’s stopped. Pieck is stopped. Falco is stopped. Everyone that is a threat is stopped. Yelena, Floch, and everyone in the Yeagerists’ dream will come true. Then, there’s the one with a rifle. The one that is called Gabi. I lost track in time, I don’t know who’s available to stop her. The answer: no one. The build-up to the suspense felt like time has stopped; it’s unnerving as hell. Then, the ending happens and as God as my witness, the final two double-page spread shook the shit out of me. Eren’s head flies off and Zeke’s dream dies right before his eyes.

Oh, how I wished I recorded my reactions.

Before I theorize, I want to express my thoughts on Zeke, starting with the bad me. This is what he deserved for calling out the titans. Falco was pure, and although he will return as Jaw Titan, the thought on his action was unacceptable. If this isn’t the perfect example of “Karma is a bitch,” I don’t know what is. Now the good me. It’s pretty sad that his dream has died, right when he was so close to make it happen. It is bad enough to see it die, it is worse that his little brother is the one to go out. Let’s not forget the amount of sacrifices and sufferings he has gone through. All of his hard work died in vain in a matter of second. Also, his time as Beast Titan is almost up. His chance to make his dream come true is gone.

The big question is, is Eren dead?

I do believe he’s not dead, but it is tough to figure out what he will do to escape death in that situation. I have heard the theory on manipulating the memories or creating an illusion based on Eren’s clothes. Recently, Isayama noted that he had to rush to reach deadline, so it’s likely the pants sleeve that was supposed to be ripped off was a mistake. I know some would argue that’s not possible, but I recalled other series having a similar mistake. In Naruto, a past character reflects his wish to be Hokage, only in the background, the timeline don’t add up. It was corrected in the volume release. Plus, it’s been a while since we’ve last seen Eren in person, so a mistake is likely.

I would guess that maybe Eren is pulling the same trick as Reiner back in the last arc with transferring the consciousness to the titan. The only part that confuses me is the fact Eren’s neck is wiped out. It was a clean cut; almost like the artist simply use an eraser to erase the neck region. Maybe the Warhammer Titan has a trick that he learned to do but kept it quiet in front of everyone. I honestly don’t know. For all I know, the pants could be a huge clue. If, and it’s a huge if, he dies, well, let the meltdown begin.

Whether he is dead or not, I do think it’s best to end it like this and call it a day. The plan is meant to be the end all be all, so it might as well call this day a great fail. We are due for intermission. It would be a good time to change the scenery, especially since Levi’s life is still in pending. I’m not saying it should change immediately; it should show us the conclusion first. That said, I would expect plenty of reactions. Yelena will most likely lose her mind. Floch will probably follow as well. I’m curious on Armin and Mikasa. For Armin’s sake, run away from Yelena. Gabi, start running.

This chapter was jaw-dropping. Despite not at its best quality, the sequences, the atmosphere, and the adrenaline rush were all top notch. The chapter’s title truly focus on the very concept. It’s disheartening on how it was addressed however, but it was felt, well-executed, and captured the spirit of brotherhood in its saddest time. This was an emotional roller coaster. The cliffhanger threw me off big time. I joked about Season 3 Part 2 as the true Game of Thrones Season 8; you didn’t need to kill the main character like one. In all seriousness, I don’t believe he’s dead, but the answer will have to wait and that itself is unbearable. Undoubtedly, the worst cliffhanger in the series. The wait is the true killer of them all.

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #chapter 119 #review #spoilers

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turquoisemagpie · 6 years ago

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Hope Springs Eternal. (10)

The sound of the desperate gasping for air broke the silence in the dark room. Hope had finally woken up into a fit of coughing, clutching her throat in fear her lungs would try and escape through her mouth. Her body was sore and cold, her arms shivered rapidly as she struggled to push her own body off the floor. Glancing around the room, jolting her head at every sensitive noise she could hear, she felt as if she had been thrown into a gladiator’s pit and was now waiting for the lions to approach from the darkness and kill her.

“Chase?” she called out, hopeful and yet scared to hear any kind of response.

Her brother was nowhere to be seen. The last time she had seen him, Anti was holding him still. With his back turned to her, and her own head refusing to move so she could see more clearly, she couldn’t see much of what happened, but she knew, with one swiping motion of Anti’s knife, Chase was badly injured if not dead. After that Anti’s body seemed to swell with clouds and twisting tornados of static and glitches and as his silhouette radiated a blinding white light, Hope felt as if something was crawling under her skin, trying to burst its way out, until suddenly she passed out.

Although imprisoned under Anti’s control, Hope still heard what was said between her brother and the demon. She heard about Anti’s deal, and although she frantically tried to talk to him, shout at him, send him some sort of sign, begging Chase not to sacrifice himself was impossible. He had made up his mind and decided he would rather become a monster than let her suffer what he had suffered in silence all these years.

And now she was free, and now she knew what Chase had chosen, Hope feared to see what Anti had done to him.

“Chase?” She called out again as she finally stood up, her knees shaking as she tried to get use to standing on her own accord again.

‘Do you hear that?’ A broken voice echoed around the room. It was Anti… Or was it Chase? It sounded like both of them speaking all at once. Hope stiffened her arms through tightened fists, ready to take punch whatever would be thrown at her. ‘Your sister is calling you.’ the voice said again, ‘She wants to talk to you. Like always, always forcing you to tell her your precious secrets. But she doesn’t understand your plight. Nobody does. If only she could feel your pain.’ The voice bounced all over the walls, travelling like a gust of wind around the air above Hope’s head.

Hope turned to face the footsteps approaching her. It was Chase. He held Anti’s knife in his hand. His face was blank of emotion. His blue eyes were now green.

‘How about we make her feel your pain?’

Chase raised the knife aloft and rushed towards Hope.

Hope ducked away as Chase took a swipe at her. His movements were too fast and made him clumsy, so she was able to sneak past him and get some distance from him as he recovered.

“You promised him I would be safe!” Hope called out, “That you wouldn’t hurt me.”

‘Yes, I promised I wouldn’t hurt you’ Anti’s voice responded, ‘but he never promised not to hurt you.’

“Liar!” Hope snapped as she took another dodge away from Chase’s blade. She caught a small nick on her arm from the knife as Chase spun around to attack her again. She backed off as he approached her. She knew hitting him or taking him out by the legs would stop him, but Hope couldn’t bring herself to do it, not to her brother’s body. All she could do was keep away from him.

‘What a fun little game you’re making for us!’ Anti said, ‘It’s perfect nominative determinism; Chase-ing Hope in circles!’ There was a gut-wrenching cackle that filled the room as Chase took another swipe at his sister. ‘But you’ll run out of steam eventually. You can’t hold him off forever. You’ll practically fall into the blade. It’ll make the kill taste much more bittersweet.’

Hope roared and charged at Chase, knocking him out of the way. She punched his arm to release his grip of the knife, which went hurling into the air and clanked to the floor. Before Hope could make a dive for it, her brother grabbed her around the waist, lifted her and then hurled her to the ground, before crouching over her and pinning her down by the neck as he began to strangle her.

“Chase!” Hope choked under his grip, “Fight… it! Please!”

He simply stared silently, the stone guise of emptiness.

Eventually Hope hooked her legs out from under him and kicked him aside and off of her. The pair of them reached for the knife, but Chase was quicker, but not quick enough to dodge his sister’s hand as she grabbed him by his wrist. She grabbed his other hand which tried to hit her face. Both on their knees, and fighting against each other’s strength, Anti’s giggles encircled them.

Hope pushed against Chase’s hands with all her might, her knees scraping on the floor as the force of him pushed against her. She was practically yelling with every breath she took and could only wince on seeing the emotionless face of her brother looking back at her. Eventually their fight became more of a test of strength, rather than a frantic struggle, as the pair of them were pushing against each other so much that they couldn’t move at all. Hope met her brother bleeding eye to bleeding eye. She stared deeply past the false neon green of his irises and deep into his glazed-over pupils.

“You want to make me understand your pain?” She squeaked under the strain of holding his hands still, “Then talk! If not now, then never! Tell me everything! I’m not going to let you run away from this one!”

Chase’s face was set in stone and remained the same dead expression.

“Tell me about what this monster has tried to do to you! Tell me how long he’s tortured you to near complete insanity! Tell me, Chase… how he tried to kill you so many times. Tell me… how he tried… and failed! Talk to me, Chase! I know you’re still in there! I know you’re still holding back. He’s holding you back.”

Her brother’s right eye twitched slightly.

“All this time.” Hope squeezed out under the pressure, “All this time, this is what you were hiding… Well, now I know. There’re no more secrets you can keep, Chase. And now, after what he has done to me, I know exactly how you feel.”

Chase seemed to weaken a little under Hope’s force. His whole body was shaking feverishly.

Hope began to stop pushing against him, but still held onto his wrists tightly. She continued, not blinking since she managed to lock eyes onto him, “I’m here to listen to you. I always have been, and I always will be. I’m your sister! It’s what we sisters’ fucking do best! We listen! We try to help! I will listen to you. I will help you. You just need to talk to me, Chase.”

His lips were quivering, and his eyes were watering. Through the misty glaze within the lens of his eye, Hope could tell her brother was still there. Fighting to be free.

“It’s not over, Chase. There’s still a bit of fight left in you. You’ve not lost everything. You’ve not let down anyone. You’ve still got Stacey. You still have the kids. You still have me.” She blinked, to get rid of the welling water in her eyes, the salty clear tears washed away the bloodstains on her cheeks. “You still have your little sister, Hope…” She smiled, “You still have hope.”

Hope felt Chase’s hands no longer pushing against her, but instead trying to pull away from her. She released her grip lightly and felt him pushing against his own stiffened body, his arms and shoulders twitching in small spasms as they inched their way back down to his sides. He was still staring at her, but his face had now fallen into a pained expression as Chase tried to fight his way back into control.

“Talk to me.” Hope said, in as best a comforting voice she could muster without showing any sign of faltering, “You need to get it all out. Get it out of you! Right here, now, in front of me! Get him out of you!”

“GET OUT!!” Chase suddenly screamed, pushing Hope away but not moving any further to attack her. “GET!-OUT!” His screams seemed to split into two voices, one that sounded like Anti and another that sounded like Chase. He seemed to emit a thin aura around the shape of his body that swelled in bars and shapes of green, grey and red. His hand that held the knife suddenly snapped up into the air, as if to throw the knife away, but Chase kept a firm grip on the handle and he gradually strained to pull it back down.

As Hope watched, unsure of what to do or if to help, she noticed what looked like thin strands of red neon-lit string, strongly taught, connected to the base of her brother’s hands, neck and feet, and trailing upwards into the ceiling of darkness. It reminded her of a string marionette. As Chase pulled the knife back to himself, he noticed the strands too and, shakily under the pressure of his own body, he stabbed the knife threw the palm of his other hand. Hope shrieked in horror.

He pulled the knife out of his hand but, instead of gushes of blood, ripples of tiny red, blue and green fissures spread from the wound and up along his arm. The red string that linked to his hand started to fade away. After the ripples of colour disappeared, Chase’s arm slumped to the side of his body before he shook it back to life. The cut the knife had made was sealed, leaving only the lighter colour of a scar. His hand was back under his control.

“NO!” A darker voice within Chase’s throat roared, but Chase’s didn’t stop there. He fought on and, swooping one leg ahead of him as he kneeled, he stabbed threw his own foot. Once again, the ripples of fissures climbed up his leg and the thread of red faded away from it. He did the same with the other food, completely ignoring the objections screaming from his own mouth. With his legs freed, Chase began to stand up, the knife in his still stringed-up hand trying the escape from his grip.

Chase took the knife in his other ‘free’ hand. “GET!” He plunged the blade threw his hand and pulled it out. “OUT!” Finally, gradually, Chase brought the knife to his own neck, the lines of the string wrapped tightly around his neck could be seen only in the metallic reflection of the blade. “OF! … MY! … HEAD!” He cut his own throat, destroying the last string tied to himself. The puppet was finally free.

#magpie writings #magpie ramblings #chase brody #antisepticeye #septic egos #hope springs eternal

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septic-dr-schneep · 6 years ago

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JSE Fanfiction - In Time Of Grief (Part 2: Affliction)

Summary: For the sake of making Chase suffer, Jameson is subjected to a brutal and heartbreaking game.

A/N: Warning for violence and emotional/psychological trauma.

Air trickled slowly into him through cracked, slightly parted lips. Ever so slowly, it meandered down his chest to his heart and his lungs, creating a dull, throbbing pain even as each breath came more easily. Head aching, Jameson wheezed faintly, sweat breaking out along his hairline as he heavily tried to stir. Somewhere beyond the thick, soupy din in his ears, there were voices calling him.

“T͝hat̷’s i͜t̡…Bac̶k̢ to͢ the̵ land̶ of the li͠vi͟ng̡ for pl̵ay̧ti̡me, l͘it̢ţle ǫne.”

“Stop! Please, no, just—just—!”

“O͝hhh,̸ ̸you’d r͝a̢t̕he͟r̢ I s̡u̧ff͜oc̨a̢te h͡įm!”

As he was only drifting back to consciousness, Jameson’s eyes had hardly blinked open before he was pressed flat against the surface of his cage by some unseen force, crushing in on his chest. In disoriented horror, he could do nothing but gasp as a strand of magic peeled away from the sphere over his head, lunging into his mouth and down his throat to crawl into his windpipe. It was metaphysical, fluid and solid, clawed tendrils scraping eagerly through his body, seeking out any hint of air and snatching them away from him.

“Jameson!” the voice from beyond his blurred vision howled, terror and anguish and heartache ringing against his ears, chasing his senses, chasing—chasing—

Chase—

Tears and adrenaline surged to the forefront and all at once he was awake, his heart thundering wildly against the obstruction curling around it with agonizing strength, so intense that he could barely form thought.

Strangled! Strangled! Strangled!

His body caught fire, limbs flailing wildly and uselessly as he tossed his head, gagging against what looked like nothing but intangible air. He was drowning in the taste of iron and ice—The more he consumed, the more it consumed him.

Just as grayish mist started swirling into his peripheral vision, threatening to send him back into the darkness, the writhing, burning pressure within him stilled, gradually falling lax. Chase was sobbing somewhere in the distance, muffled, but Antisepticeye’s voice was disturbingly clear and close.

“T̢ha͟t'͝s͞ ͢enou̷g̷h̵.”

Those two simple words set everything in reverse. The claws twisted tight around his windpipe retracted, slithering out of him with such speed that they wrenched his neck. As soon as the magic emptied from him entirely, he clutched at his scorched sides, curling in on himself against the violation. His following gasp was so distressed and heavy that it too stuck in his throat and his stomach lurched, rejecting it, rejecting everything. His second breath became a noiseless bark and then a far more violent heave, blood-tinged bile pouring out of him down his chin and the front of his vest. The mess that splashed across the inside of his prison burned away into nothing on contact, but the sickly scent of it still poisoned the air he had been so desperate for.

“Jem! JJ, are you—?! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” Chase wailed. It took several seconds for his words to absorb into Jameson’s sluggish brain, but the longer he lay limp, greedily sucking in the vile oxygen and trying to recover his traumatized bearings, the more he remembered.

In the vicious battle for his mindscape, Marvin had freed him from Anti’s control. Dr. Schneeplestein had told him that he needed bedrest to make a full recovery and he had obeyed, gladly burying himself under the blankets in an attempt to forget. Every moment under Anti’s control had been torture, tearing him apart piece by piece, and he’d been too shaken to speak of it.

Chase had understood. He was close by his side every step of the way, never faltering, never straying, there to make sure that he was safe. For three days they stayed together, despite the fact that Chase had his own injuries. He should have been recovering too; if he had—

Trembling, Jameson lifted his pounding head, clutching at his wet, sticky chest and recoiling clumsily from the older Ego loitering on the other side of his sphere. Marvin simply tilted his head in response, seeming unimpressed. His eyes were dimly glowing, pulsing such deep violet that they bordered hollow black, and his lips were stretched in that keen, malicious smile—Every inch of JJ’s skin chilled at the familiarity and he finally managed to choke something out, the edges of his speech slide frayed and sputtering with his hoarse, sickened dread.

“You…y-you attacked us…”

Chase had been reading to him to keep him occupied; he’d been reading for hours and over the course of time, Jameson had noticed his words growing softer and sleepier. Upon peeking out from under his blankets, he’d found the poor vlogger slumped low in his chair, the book sliding away from his limp fingers as he dozed, leaving JJ alone with the silence and his intrusive thoughts of…

He couldn’t hold it against him, he convinced himself fiercely. He couldn’t. Chase had been through just as much as he had—his scars reopening, his surgery, and seeing Jameson under Anti’s control must have been just as traumatic as it was for Jameson living it. Maybe he would try to sleep too, he’d decided firmly, despite how his chest twisted his heart into knots at the thought of what might await him in his subconscious. Chase was here, he was his guardian. He would keep him safe.

He hadn’t.

Marvin—the man they thought was Marvin, he realized now—had slipped through the door to greet them and Jameson hadn’t thought anything of it. As soon as he had seen those soulless eyes and that very same smile, however, he’d panicked, but he had no voice to cry out and Chase hadn’t startled awake until it was far too late. Jameson had seen the monster’s true form before in the lab, ever so briefly, but staring into the eyes of a friend and seeing nothing but him was somehow just as terrifying.

“G̴o ̢a̶he͘a̡d͡,́ ̕pupp͠et,” he urged, in a tone that reeked of predatory pride; he knew full well that Jameson recognized him for what he was. “I’v̡e ̷n̷e͡v͠e̶r ̵heard́ you say͠ ̵my̸ ҉na̛me.”

“Antisepticeye,” he rasped timidly, resisting the urge to cringe at the way he bristled because of it. Even if he had, there was no more room at his back to retreat from him. Tightening the twist of his shaking fingers against his chest, he ventured weakly, “You’ve taken Marvin the Magnificent as you took me…”

“An͝d̀ h͘e tr̴ied ̨to fi͠g͞h͝t mȩ év̶éry ̀sįngle m͟in͢ut̢e̛ of͜ it,” the Glitch informed him delightedly. “Ąhh,̧ but he͡ ̴w̨a̵s al̨r͟e̴aḑy̧ broken ̨d̡own̵ f́rom try̵ing t͢o s̢a̛lvage wh͢at he̡ ̨c͢ould from ͢yo̵u͢r mind. Crąwlin͠g͡ out̡ ̢o͟f̡ y̛our head a̵nd i͜nto ̨h͝is w̶as̨ ch͢il͘d̡’s p͡lay! B͠ut̛ I̡ h̛avęn'̀t gotten e̷ńou͡g̀h of̴ ̡i̴t ju̴s̡t̢ yet.”

With a sharp turn of his hand, he spun Jameson out into the open, letting him rotate in stomach-churning circles for several seconds until he came to a leisurely stop in front of Chase. Jameson’s heart leapt in hope and fear at the sight of him and despite how his head reeled at the motion, he struggled onto his knees, reaching out.

“Chase? Chase, please, look at me! Are you alright?!” Chase’s head was buried in his hands as he rocked back and forth, weeping; he wasn’t looking up to read his slides and Jameson slapped his palms against the magic in frustration, hissing as his skin tingled and burned. “Cha—!”

“No nee̴d to ͡kee͝p ̷up t͟he ͝charade,” Anti growled, moving to stand alongside him, fingers drifting over the bubble. “Wȩ jus͡t estab̨lìs̛h́e̴d ̧tha̡t I'͏vȩ bęen ̵ins̡id̕é ̷you, pu̶ṕpe͘t͢.͠ I know how ̧y͜o҉u͞ thi̢n̛ķ o͘f h͘i̵m—y͝o͢ur poor, ̴da͡m͞aged da. I͠t’s be͟e̡n ̡so l͢ong s̨inc̷e y͠ou͝’ve͜ seen ̢h͜i͢m̴ smilę, i̢t’s been͏ s̢o̵ ̀ļo͢ǹg si̢n̢ce y̢ou got to b̴e ͞wiţh̢ him ̶w̧i͝tho̶ut f̨ear. Y̨o͢u͡ ́f̷eel so ̨so͜rry͠ ͝for him. You ͘al̀way͡s wonde̴r̢ how y̢o͘u could ͞ever͡ make̡ h͠i͡m ha̡p̶py͜! Wh̵o can b͘la͝me ̢you̶ for trying? ͠He has y̵ou ͢co͡n̴v͘i͝nc͡ed th͜at y̵ou’re his sp̛e̢cial li͜t́t̵le͠ boy͠. You͜ ͡hav͝e so m̡u̡ch fu͟n tǫget̵h̵er p̧láy̢i͞n̶g͝ ̧y͘our̨ ͠ga̶ḿes̨, pe͞r͘fo͡rming ͜you͢r t͠ric͘ks…Suc̨h̶ prȩc̢io͡us b̷ondi͢n͞g f͜or̶ fatḩe̷r a̡nd͞ son. W͡hy ͡don͘'t ͘I give ̨you an͝ot͝h͢er ̶game to̢ p͡l̵ay?”

Chase did lift his head then, horror dawning on his colorless, tear-streaked face as the last thing Jameson saw before the world became a frightening blur. The sphere of magic against his hands was suddenly suctioning to him like another layer of clothing, eating into his exposed skin as he was flung sideways at breakneck speed into the containment field that held Robbie nearby. Both JJ and the zombie cried out at the impact as they somersaulted, but Anti didn’t let them recover, latching onto Robbie with his free hand and slingshotting him back for another collision.

Again and again he beat them together like chalkboard erasers until the next impact earned him a sickening crunch and a wanton moan from Robbie as the stitches holding his throat together split. His head rolled, disturbingly loose on his neck as he whimpered, but his hands were too mangled to lift and cradle it. Giggling at the sight, Anti released him entirely, the magic around him dissolving away to let him crumble to the ground, a mere pile of tangled, shuddering limbs.

“No—N-No—” Chase gasped, pressing his hands over his mouth.

“T͏h̴át’s̵ t͘he e̶nd of͢ ͏h̶iş e͜n̴ter͠tainment,” the Glitch commented with a broad grin. “I'͏m͢ ̛s̀ųr͝ę ̴t̴he good do͞ct͢o͝r͞ ͝i̛n t͝h҉e c͡or̡ne͜r c͝o̧uld f͜i̛x ͘h̶im, but he̶'̢s͠ ̴s̡t҉i̷l̡l̨ s͜ound a̷s̨leep—and ͜I͜’m n̢o̧t̨ fin̷is͜hed with h͏i̴s othȩr pat͡ie͞nt ̨y̧èt̛.”

Popcorn and plaster rained down from the ceiling as Jameson crashed into it, a lightning strike of pain electrifying his ribs. He had no chance to recapture his breath before he was torn down and thrown into the distance, hurtling against the far wall of the living room. The thunderous blow reverberated through him, stunning, shattering. He saw nothing but stars as Anti hurled him downward and had no warning before his skull smacked the edge of the coffee table.

“Yo̸u͟r da has ͠a͠l͝wa͞y̢s̴ t̀rie͘d ͝t̶ó protect yo͢u!”Anti sneered over Chase’s panicked screams, arching his fingers to bring the reeling gentleman back up. Again he smacked against the edge, receiving a spurt of blood for his trouble. “He wants̵ ͢t҉o͢ p̢rot̨e͠ct̀ ̨yơu so ̡b̴a͢d̴ly. Let’s ìncorporate ̴that ͘in̶to o̧u͠r ̨g̷ąme!”

As Anti brought him down on the table a third time, Jameson’s holler of agony was so short and shrill that his speech slide couldn’t even register it, but the fourth blow didn’t follow right away. Instead Anti dragged him upright, examining the damage to his face with satisfaction. Jameson’s breath hitched thickly—once, twice, three times, and then he coughed convulsively, blood and tears spilling in mingling rivulets down his face.

“You’r̡e͏ ̢in a̶ lo̷t of͜ ҉pa͢in, J̷a҉m͜ęson J̀a͢ćk͜son,” Anti stated the obvious, his voice deceivingly soft. “Bu̡t if͘ y̴ou̶ a̷nd ͟yo͢ur̴ dadd͠y ̡p̡lay nicely, I mig̕h͜t ͝w̨a͘it to ͢k͢il͢l you. Y̶o͠u’ll gèt a͢ ͜m̷om͝en͢t to b͠r̶e̢athe, and̴ Çh͟ase ͝B̢ro͘dy will get̨ ͠a chance̢ ̢to̵ ̴p͡r͟o͠t̡ect yo̢u̵. This is a͠ gam͜e of t͟a̡g. R͜ight̵ n̡ow ìt̨’s ̵you̷r turn, but i̢t do̷esn̵’t h̷av͢e ͜to ̕be. All y̵ou͠ ha̴v͞e ͜t̢o ͢s̴a̛y is ‘You̷’re͠ it,’ and I’l̴l m̡ak̴e Cha͢sę s͠uf͠f̵er instead ̶of you.” With a gentle flick, Anti pressed the gentleman’s limp, shivering body against the wall, readying him. “W̷e ́bóth k̢n̷ow i͘t's w̸hat ̕he wán͠t̵s.”

“Do it!”

Past bruising, swollen eyelids and strands of hair matted together with blood, Jameson looked dazedly to Chase, who was clinging imploringly to the side of his prison. “Da…” he slurred out, his speech slide breaking as consciousness wavered.

“Do it, Jem, please, please do it…” he begged wretchedly, the blue in his eyes heartbreakingly bright with tears as he tried to force a trembling smile. “I can do it for you…I’ve t-taken worse, let me take it!”

“No…”

That voice—hoarse, broken, but without fear—came from the hallway. As Anti turned, Jameson was rotated with him in a violent twist, forcing a soundless whine out of him that died away as soon as he saw him. With his bare, staggering feet, oversized hospital gown and scruffy, ashen skin, he looked just as beaten down as his Egos, but his eyes were wild, filled with darkness and anger.

Anti stumbled back, his hold on Jameson loosening enough that his containment field returned to its proper shape and allowed him to slump down within it. Static storming erratically around his head and his shoulders, the Glitch quivered in disbelieving rage, spitting out, “W̸h̸at҉̨?!”

Jack’s mouth twisted in a bitter, defiant half-smile. “Let me take it,” he hissed.

#youtube #jacksepticeye #fanfiction #youtube fanfiction #antisepticeye #jameson jackson #dapper jack #chase brody #robbie the zombie #violence #torture #angst #feels for days #in time of grief

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ardenttheories · 6 years ago

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cryptologicalmystic

replied to your post:

“Here's your excuse to go on a big rant about ectobiology, I love...”

It's actually mentioned at some point during Act 6 that the Beforans not doing the ectobiology was an actual glitch in the session and a major reason why it needed to be scratched

I went over this in a later post, but I’ll give a quick rundown here:

Hussie very clearly had not anticipated the Alpha trolls until after Karkat had done the ectobiology in his session. The two ectobiology scenes were meant to parallel each other, since those were the only two session he had anticipated at the time; adding in the Alpha trolls required him to fuck about with his pre-established lore, since we had already seen the Beta trolls create themselves and their ancestors.

The concept of the glitch is, in my opinion, bullshit. It’s a shoddily put together fix for a plot hole that he didn’t need to make.

In the comic, we’re told that the glitch exists as a calling card of Lord English; it’s a courtesy for him to say “the next session, I’m going to appear”. But this isn’t actually necessary at all.

We’re told Doc Scratch exists to make the Beta trolls more violent because the Alpha trolls were too weak. This didn’t need to be added in. In Homestuck’s lore, Doc Scratch could have existed for the simple matter that most planets have First Guardians; we see this with Earth Beta, which we know is the first instance of that universe. Doc Scratch could have existed for the sake of existing, and still done everything he did to a T.

The Alpha trolls have almost no effect on the timeline. Meenah builds the ghost army, but it’s Tavros who ends up leading it, and Vriska takes over a fair bit; get rid of Meenah, give Vriska a bigger role, and boom. It’s sorted.

Aranea is the only character who has a significant effect on the plot, and all she does is require it to be retconned by John. Any series of events could have led to the requirement of the retcon. Aranea was not necessary.

(I suppose you could say “but who would meet Jake in the dreambubbles??” to which I’d point out - Aradia and Feferi exist and are very much presented as the welcoming party to all those who enter the dreambubbles. You don’t get the “Jake’s attracted to blue ladies” joke, but you would get more development on actually relevant Beta trolls).

Why he gives this “courtesy” to the Alpha trolls, then, is a complete mystery. They have very little to no effect on the plot and could easily be replaced by their Beta counterparts. The entire plot would have still made sense if we just had the Beta trolls be the actual Beta Session without any Scratch; unlike the human Scratch, which is what created LE to begin with, the troll Scratch didn’t really impact LE’s creation. It just sort of... happens, so the Alpha trolls can exist as a viable thing.

While it works because of the paradoxical nature of ectobiology - Karkat obviously sent the Alpha trolls back in time and space to their timeline, meaning that the Alpha trolls had to Scratch to even exist via Karkat to begin with - it just comes as a pointless random throw around because Hussie wanted to add in characters he then didn’t have time to develop. It’s also frustrating because this glitch is apparently specific to Lord English, meaning it’s not even an accurate representative of most sessions; it’s just an example of the ways LE fucked up the Game and its coding to ensure that he would be able to exist.

Which, again, it definitely works, but it’s such a random throw of the wrench into the cogs of pre-established lore that it’s practically redundant. I definitely don’t consider that to be a canon event in SBURB. I believe glitches can occur - and can have absolutely disastrous effects on the session - but “the Beta timeline is actually the Alpha timeline” is really obviously just a fix to add characters in; that glitch literally wouldn’t work unless you had a figure like LE tugging the strings to ensure that it did work, because it would require the Alpha session to run perfectly to ensure that the Beta session even existed.

Maybe that’s bad of me as a reader and a theorist, but I absolutely hate the fact that the Alpha trolls existed to begin with, and the glitch is something I almost always disregard. It’s not lore; it’s a plot fix to add in redundant characters that weren’t planned out enough to amount to anything significant.

#cryptologicalmystic #long post//#ardenttheories out of theory #homestuck ramblings

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ukaia · 6 years ago

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It’s all in your head.. Part 2

It's all in your head.. Part 2

Here’s the second part I promised. Again this was an idea that was suggested by an Anon, and posted to @septic-dr-schneep Full credit for the idea goes to both of them, and I hope that they don’t mind I took the thought and ran with it because of how much I liked the idea!

Anti kidnaps Jackieboy and tortures him with hallucinations over and over till he breaks him, then returns him home for the others to fix him up. But how can you get though to someone who doesn't even think you’re real?

I hope that you enjoy!!

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"I don't understand Henrik.. why.. why isn't he coming around?" Marvin asked pacing the floor back and forth, his cape fluttering behind him as he ran fingers though his hair. Jackie had been back a week now, and not once, not even once had he responded to them. He remained a curled up lump, listless and staring blankly at the wall. Only saying they were not real when they came to him.

"I do not know! I have tried everything. I do not know what Anti did to him!" Schneeple said just as frustrated and tired looking as Marvin. They looked at each other, seeing the tired lines, the dark circles and then they sighed in unison. They were getting nowhere. How could they get though to him? Everything was a fail. Every time Marvin tried to sooth Jackie's mind with magic he felt like his bod was getting prickled with static shocks. Anti had done so much damage! What had he done to bring down Jackie the Hero like this?!?!

"If I just.. understood why he thought we were not real.. " he muttered pulling his mask off and rubbing his eyes tiredly.With the static wall he kept running up against, and the “you’re not real” Jackie kept muttering at them he had an idea of what had happened, but he couldn’t be sure.

"Let us get.. some rest. Perhaps if we get some sleep, we will think of something... something.... new.. to try " Henrik said. He looked at Jackie, still curled under the blanket refusing to make any response to them.

"y.. yeah.. Is Chase going to sit up with him tonight?" Marvin asked. Henrik nodded a bit. They had taken to sitting with him, talking to him, just trying to convince him they were real and he was home and safe. It was... as frustrating and heart wrenching as talking to Jack in his coma. Though speaking of, the blogger himself was coming though the doors. He had a small, forced smile, and a tray of some of Jackie's favorite foods on it.

"I thought I'd try to get him to eat something today " he said in a slightly shaking tone. This was so painful. Schneeple nodded and lay his hand on Chase's shoulder giving him a reassuring squeeze.

"Zat vould be good for him. IV's can provide only so much." He said to him. Marvin nodded slightly in agreement. Both left the room allowing Chase to walk over.

"Hey b.. bro " he said, his words stuttering slightly as he looked at Jackie's pale form.It was so... disconcerting to see the brightest member of their group a huddled unresponsive lump.

"I got some food I know you'll love. You just need ta sit up and eat with me OK? I brought plenty. Even suck in some of your favorite desert!" he said forcing the cheerful nature. He got no response outside of a small shudder and a hitch of Jackie's breath. Chase frowned and reached out rubbing his back

"It's.. it's ok bro. .I'm here" He said to Jackie. He stared at him sadly. What had Anti done to him?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Before he was released Anti chuckled as Jackie sobbed once again, the sounds much quieter and broken then before. Then again he'd just watched as Marvin had drown inside of a water tank. Anti was rather pleased with himself. He'd come up with so many fun ways for them to die! Little performances with Marvin. Acting as though they were at the circus and Marvin's poor little tricks failed each time. Henrik got to be operated on multiple times. It was always so satisfying to use that bone-saw of his to cut off limbs slowly. JJ, poor little Jameson Jackson.. he'd enjoyed using different colored acids to "bring some color" to the sepia boy. Even if he couldn't scream out loud, the sizzling of flesh had been more then enough for Jackie to suffer as JJ had writhed in pain. With Chase, oh that had been fun, he'd forced Jackie to watch as Anti possessed Chase and made him murder his own kids.. The agony in the scream then had been simply wonderful, and in stereo as Chase and Jackie had been in pain! As for Robbie, well the little zombie he didn't use much.. well not to kill him anyway. He had him attack the others, ripping them limb from limb and tearing the flesh from their bones even as they begged Robbie to stop, to remember who they were, devouring them before his helpless little puppet. Even if they were all hallucinations, the screams were just so.... satisfying.

But it couldn't be all fun and games!! Jackie would become numb to the torture FAR too soon if he kept it as an endless cycle of death! He grinned as he leaned back against the cool cell wall, cleaning blood from under his nails after his latest "grounding" session with Jackie. Time to break him more, time to make even escape seem like something he'd never get. Anti straightened up, rolling his shoulders a bit and reached out grabbing Jackie's temples once more... and pushed.

Jackie screamed out as his nerves and body blazed with Anti's fiery static pulsing though him. Finally though Anti let go and he laughed, then sighed deeply.

"I̵ ̸t̴h̴i̷n̵k̴ ̴t̵h̸a̷t̴'̵s̴ ̷e̶n̴o̶u̷g̴h̴ ̶f̴o̵r̴ ̷n̶o̷w̶.̷ ̵N̶o̷ ̶n̴e̴e̷d̴ ̶t̷o̵ ̵b̸r̸e̸a̸k̵ ̸y̶o̴u̷ ̴a̷l̴l̸ ̶a̸t̸ ̴o̸n̷c̷e̴ ̸l̸i̴t̵t̸l̶e̸ ̷p̷u̴p̶p̴e̴t̷.̷ ̸I̵t̷'̷s̵ ̷s̷o̵ ̵m̸u̷c̴h̴ ̶m̷o̷r̴e̴ ̴s̶a̸t̵i̷s̷f̷y̶i̴n̴g̵ ̸w̶h̸e̴n̵ ̸t̶h̸e̷ ̷t̴o̷y̷s̶ ̶l̸a̶s̵t̷ ̶l̸o̵n̵g̶e̶r̶.̶" He headed for the exit of the cell, something Jackie never saw since it would let in light,it might give him some sort of idea where he was. So instead he simply glitched out like always. Jackie hung limply, catching his breath from the latest round. He had to.. had to hang on. The others would find him... Anti kept telling him how much fun it was killing them in his head. That meant they were not there.. they were.. ok.. nothing he saw was real! He just had to.. to hang on a bit more. His eyes drifted shut and he fell into a light doze, his body to wore out to stay awake.

The room shaking was what jerked him awake. The sound of an explosion and the chains holding him swayed, making him sway as well. He blinked in confusion as there was another explosion, and the room rocked again. Suddenly the door burst open and light filled the entire room making him cry out with pain as it pierced his eyes. Light that wasn't Anti's eyes or an illusion for the first time in... days.. weeks? He didn't know how long.

"FOUND HIM!!" A familiar voice shouted out. Jackie winced at the sound, not another illusion..

"I've got the keys! Come on Marvin can't keep Anti occupied forever!" another voice said. Two figures rushed in and warm hands quickly began to work at the shackles holding him in place

"Geeze, he worked you over didn't he Jackie?" the first voice spoke, and Jackie could finally focus.. It was.. Chase? Chase was there, looking a bit bloodied with a split lip and dust in his hair.

"Less talking more vorking!" the other voice spoke. The accent should have given him away immediately, but Jackie's mind simply wasn't keeping up. Henrik was on the other side, of him, and caught his arm as the shackle finally unlatched and he sagged against him. Chase took the keys and did the same to the other side, then knelt and worked on his legs. Another blast rocked the room and Chase looked around anxiously.

"I really hope Marvin's doing alright" he muttered. He stood up and slung Jackie's arm around his shoulders

"C'mon bro. lets get you out of here!" he said. Chase and Schneeple began to make their way out of the room. Each of them supporting Jackie's weight as he tried to comprehend what was going on.

"WOOAH!!" Chase Yelped shoving them both to the ground as a bolt of green blue magic flew over their heads and exploded covering them all in more dust and some debris.

"Watch it!!" He shouted. The Masked Magician ignored him as he darted after the glitching Anti.

"T̵h̶a̷t̴'̷s̶ ̸M̴Y̸ ̷T̸O̷Y̴!̶!̵ ̷" Anti Screamed seeing Henrik and Chase with Jackie. Anti glitched towards them blades materializing as he threw them. Only to have them bounce off a shield that Marvin created, protecting them from the blades.

"I'm your opponent!!" he snarled and dove at Anti firing more magic, forcing him to glitch back and away from the other three. Henrik and Chase didn't waste the opportunity and quickly began to run for the exit. Jackie tried to stumble along with them, hope was swelling in his chest. They'd found him! He knew they would find him!! A smile was on his cracked and chapped lips as he struggled to help move his battered body.

Finally they reached the outside. He could breath.. they had reached it!! A strangled scream came from his side as Chase faltered and fell, a couple of blades sticking out of his back. Jackie and Henrik looked back. Anti was grinning, his eyes glowing bright green as he chased after them. And then in the next moment he was directly in front of them, a backhand sent Henrik toppling over and Jackie dropped to the ground in front of him, no energy to fight back..

"D̸i̶d̴ ̴y̸o̸u̶ ̶t̶h̷i̷n̸k̶ ̶i̴t̵ ̴w̶o̸u̶l̷d̸ ̷b̷e̸ ̵t̸h̶a̴t̵ ̵e̴a̸s̸y̷?̴ ̶T̶h̶a̴t̸ ̸I̴ ̶w̸o̸u̸l̶d̵ ̵l̴e̵t̴ ̵y̷o̶u̴ ̵g̴o̸ ̶t̸h̷a̷t̶ ̴s̴i̶m̸p̷l̵y̶?" Anti laughed, hauling Jackie up by the tattered jumper....and the world began to glitch out around them. The next thing he knew... he was standing once more in the cell, breathless, eyes wide with confusion as he stared at Anti whose hands were on his face.

"T̴h̶a̸t̸ ̶w̶a̵s̴ ̵a̸ ̶d̸i̸s̵g̸u̵s̶t̸i̵n̶g̵ ̴d̷i̶s̴p̷l̵a̶y̴ ̸o̶f̶ ̵f̴a̴i̵t̴h̸ ̵t̶h̶e̸r̴e̶ ̶J̷a̴c̷k̴i̵e̸.̵ ̷I̷ ̷t̶h̷i̴n̷k̶ ̸y̴o̴u̷ ̶o̴v̵e̸r̵e̴s̷t̴i̸m̶a̷t̷e̷ ̸y̵o̷u̸r̸ ̴l̸i̵t̶t̶l̶e̷ ̴m̶a̴g̵i̵c̵i̸a̷n̵s̸ ̵a̷b̴i̵l̵i̵t̵i̸e̶s̴.̷ ̸" Anti said grinning more as he leaned close to Jackie's confused face. He let out along almost disappointed sigh at the hero, as though he'd expected him to grasp what had happened right away.

"I̸ ̶a̵l̷r̵e̸a̷d̴y̸ ̸t̷o̵l̸d̷ ̴y̷o̵u̵ ̸J̴a̷c̶k̴i̴e̷b̷o̴y̴.̶.̴.̸.̵ ̷i̶t̶'̵s̵ ̷a̴l̷l̶ ̸i̵n̶ ̶y̶o̷u̴r̴ ̴h̸e̶a̴d̵.̶ ̶N̷o̷n̶e̵ ̵o̷f̵ ̸i̴t̶ ̷i̷s̶ ̵r̴e̴a̵l̶.̴ ̶I̷'̸m̸ ̵n̵e̴v̵e̸r̶ ̷g̵o̴i̵n̵g̶ ̶t̷o̵ ̸l̶e̸t̴ ̸y̵o̷u̷ ̵g̸o̶,̴ ̵a̸n̵d̵ ̸y̷o̴u̸'̸r̶e̵ ̷n̶e̸v̷e̸r̵ ̶g̶o̵i̴n̴g̸ ̸t̴o̶ ̷e̴s̶c̷a̸p̶e̶.̵ ̷Y̴o̴u̵'̴r̵e̷ ̶m̴y̵ ̵p̵u̵p̵p̸e̸t̸.̵.̷.̵ ̵f̵o̶r̴e̴v̶e̷r̵.̸.̶ ̵"He said almost gently to Jackie. Ahhh that was the look he wanted as Jackie's eyes widened and the realization of what happened dawned on him. They hadn't found him, he hadn't gotten away... it had been.. just.. just another hallucination caused by Anti. The Glitch smirked a bit seeing some of the hope and light fade from Jackie's eyes. He was getting there, slowly, bit by bit, he was chipping away at the very foundation of the Hero. He'd have fun watching his little puppets try to untangle the knots and sew up the bits once he was done with Jackie.

And so it went on.... and on.. Sometimes Jackie was forced to just watch death after death. Other times he was "rescued" by someone. Marvin slipping in, silent and using his magic to destroy the links holding Jackie in place, always stopped by Anti. There were even times Anti told him he was bored of him and glitched him away to the house, dumping him on the lawn, laughing as he watched the others run to him.... but it always ended up the same. Always back in the cell with Anti right before him, his hands on his face, the smug grin on his lips as he asked if he'd enjoyed his little taste of freedom.

Finally sweet Chase was coming in, looking frightened, but determined as he stepped up, keys carefully unlocking the chains around his wrists. He noticed Chases hand's shaking, the pale parlor of his skin.. the hitched breathing as he tried to keep calm.

"I got you I got you bro" he said.. Jackie couldn't take it anymore... he knew... he knew now this was false. Anti just messing with his head again...and Jackie had spoken.

"You're not.... real... " he whispered, parched lips hardly able to form the words. Chase looked shocked at him.

"No I am.. I'm real Bro.. we're going to get you out of here! Marvin's just outside!" he said to him sounding anxious as he undid the other shackle. He could get him out of there!

"not real... go.. just.. just.. go away.. " he whispered, hot tears falling down his face. The image glitched and froze. Chases hurt betrayed face was there for a long lingering moment...and then it was Anti once more before him. A satisfied grin playing over his lips, that was what he'd been waiting for..

"G̶i̸v̸i̶n̴g̴ ̵u̵p̸ ̷a̵l̶r̵e̸a̸d̴y̴ ̵H̷e̶r̸o̸?" he asked in a sweet voice. He wouldn't let up yet, not just yet. He still had some fun little shows to put on, and he needed to make sure he ground out every little speck of hope left in the hero. But, it seemed he'd reached the end of this little game. Anti laughed in delight, making Jackie flinch and cringe in on himself as much as he could while the laughter echoed in the black room.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A few hours sleep and Marvin was up once more, looking over his magic tomes. Something.. anything he could find to wipe away the influence of Anti in Jackie's mind. Something to convince him they were real. If only he could break that barrier, he was sure SURE that he could get though to him.

Chase had no luck in getting Jackie to eat, or respond with anything besides not real and go away. The same has he'd done every day since he'd been returned. He looked up as Marvin came back in, a determined, if not worried look on his face. He had one idea, just one, but it was rather risky. It could send Jackie over the edge he was on, or it could pull him back. But it was the only idea he had left.

"Chase.. .stand back " he said to him quietly. Chase frowned, but stood up moving the chair and small table from the bed. He squared his shoulders taking a deep breath. He forced the worry from his face and marched over to Jackie, then yanked him up off the bed, holding him by the hospital gown. Jackie blinked at him, but didn't resist, or even try to fight back. He just... stared at him

"Get your god damned head out of your ass and WAKE UP!!" He shouted at Jackie.. then slapped him as hard as he could, sending a spell into his body. Something of a.. healing spell, filled with as much positive emotion as Marvin had been able to gather and multiply in a very short amount of time. It seemed rather counter intuitive to be so rough while trying to push such emotions, but hopefully the jarring shock between the two would be enough, just enough to light a spark back in Jackie's eyes,break though that static wall that Anti had built up around everything that was Jackie... and Marvin was desperate to see that life again. Chase's shocked cry was ignored as Marvin held Jackie in place, not letting him fall to the floor, though he'd hit him hard enough to do that. He could already see the red imprint marked on Jackie's pale skin. That was going to bruise... had he.. over done it a bit? Probably..

But something happened he didn't expect. Jackie's hand slowly twitched.. and then lifted up.. touching the side of his face. He blinked once... twice... and then looked at Marvin... actually looked at him.

"y.. you.. you hit.. me?" he said, words faltering, his voice horse with strain and laced with confusion. Marvin nodded, his chest was swelling, his heart fluttering. Had it worked? This was something different!

"Because you're being an ass and scaring the hell out of all of us and we need you back" he said to him. His voice started out firm and commanding almost harsh, but was breaking by the end, the tears in his eyes burned and prickled as he struggled to keep his composure.

"We need you Jackie..l.... I need.. you.. come back to us.. Please... " he whispered as he leaned his head forward and touched Jackie's forehead to his. His one hand still held the hospital gown, the other reached up and grasped at the back of Jackie's neck, fingers pulling him tighter.. please.. please let this have worked. Let it have gotten though to him.

"You have to believe me... you're home... we're real.. you are safe now" he whispered, the tears fell over and dripped off the mask. There was a long... long silence, fear welled up in Marvin. It had failed, he’d pushed him in the wrong direction, he had cut off any chance that they could save him!! And then Jackie's breath hitched. He reached out and grabbed at Marvin, grasping at his arm in the way one drowning in the ocean might grasp a life savor.

"I'.. i'm home?" Jackie asked. His voice weak.. horse.. desperate to believe what was being told to him. Not once, not once in all of the hallucinations that Anti had forced upon him had any of his family struck him. It felt like a desperate measure, it felt.. it felt.. real.

"You won't fade.. Anti's not going to be standing in front of me again. You're real?" he asked as he grasped Marvin's arm, squeezing, hard enough to leave bruises, but Marvin didn't care. He pulled his head back staring hard in Jackie's eyes

"You. Are. Home." He said giving Jacke's neck a light squeeze with every word. Jackie stared at him more and then drew in a shuddering breath... and broke down. He pulled Marvin to himself and sobbed against his shoulder, his entire body wracked with the cries of relief. Chase stood stunned at the entire display... and then bolted from the room hollering for Henrik. Now that Jackie was responding, he wanted the doctor there as well.

It would take a bit of time for the first initial shock of Jackie waking up and responding to finally were off, but he had to hug and touch each one of them, he had to know they were all there, none of them were Anti, not in their actions or words or touch. He had to be assured several times they were real, that they were his family, that he was home. Finally he was curled up, his hand gripping Marvin's hand in his sleep as he had fallen into an exhausted rest. Marvin let out a breath.

"Zat.. vas a dangerous gamble" Henrik said as he brought a mug of hot coffee over to Marvin and offered it. He nodded weakly, exhausted as well, but took the hot drink gratefully and took a sip, then rest the cup on his knee.

'I know Henrik.. but.. it was the last thing I could think of. I was... desperate to bring him back. " he muttered. Henrik nodded slightly sitting down as well and sipping is own cup of coffee. They lingered in silence for a moment, both just feeling the relief of having Jackie awake again. It wasn't going to be easy, but now that Jackie was at least responding to them they could start to work though the damage Anti had done.

"I'm going to kill that glitch " Marvin muttered as Jackie made a distressed sound and moved in his sleep. Marvin soothed his hair back gently speaking soft words of encouragement, of assurance till finally Jackie stilled once more.

"I am going to kill him. " he snarled under his breath his magic flaring up for a moment and then dying down. Henrik simply nodded. He couldn't bring himself to argue against the ire of the magician. But for now, they would focus on Jackie, mend his wounds and help him recover. That was what was most important.

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