#Tw: Child death implied

[thebananwithaplan]

Dancing Banana and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad 7 Nights (No Longer Accepting)

Night 6 (Part 2 of 2)

((Content Warning: Medical Horror, Child Death Implied))

Anonymous asked:

For tonight’s nightmare we’re bringing back some bad memories about the records of the experiments Hannah was put through except this time the subjects are her AND the nephews. And db gets a front row seat from behind some unbreakable glass

...How was the building rebuilt so quickly?? He saw it self-destruct from a distance; there was no WAY it should've been fixed up that fast.

Worse yet, he didn't really have anybody else joining him this time.

....

There was no time to call for help. Solo or not, he needed to get those kids out of there. FAST.

Shovels, baseball bats, and falling letters and car batteries were flying everywhere as a yellow blur raced against the time and against the armed scientists to find his nephews and Hannah. The more of these creeps were knocked out, the more were swarming in to go after the fruit.

Turning into an open room and locking the door behind him to keep the guards and armed men away, DB found himself on the side of a room that was dimly lit. Having nothing but a large window and an impenetrable steel door next to it.

On the other side of the window? The missing nephews and Hannah, all strapped onto the steel "beds", struggling to be free and shouting for help while the nearby scientists prepared their needles and other tools to begin their experiments.

The door that he had just locked himself was also being banged hard against by the guards, trying to force themselves in.

There was not a lot of time left, as seen by a 20-second timer that had formed on top of his point of view, the beeps going off by the second. Assuming that the door was definitely locked from the other side...

He needed to get through the window, NOW.

First thing he tried was swinging the bat. No luck, as it had just bounced back from hitting the glass.

15 seconds.

Next he tried swinging the shovel at it, only for the wooden stem part of the shovel to crack and split apart from impact, much to the banan's dismay.

10 seconds.

Getting desperate, even the microphone that he carried was hurled at the window. Still with no visible damage except for the dent on the mic.

7 seconds. 6...

...The car battery. Maybe if he hurled one at it, that might do the trick.

5... 4...

A car battery is summoned , where DB catches it as it falls onto his hand. The door behind him was close to giving away.

3... 2...

He stretched his arm that was carrying the battery as far back as he could. The group of guards finally bash the door open, charging in to hold the toon back from throwing the battery.

1...

Unfortunately, DB was now stuck struggling to fight off the swarm of them, having the car battery taken from him.

One last final beep played out, echoing loud and somber.

Suddenly, the lights from the other side go out. Even the guards that had held him back all froze in place, however still gripping him firmly. Everything was eerily quiet. Nothing - absolutely nothing could be heard. Not even their screams.

A red light finally dimmed on the other side. An indescribably-horrific, graphic sight fading into existence. Visible to no one else except for the dreamer in question.

...................

...................

...N. No.

This... wasn't how it was supposed to end.

He... wasn't supposed to fail...

He wasn't supposed to let them down.

The guard that took the car battery away finally unfroze and walked over towards the now-defeated toon, who was still being held back by the others despite now unmoving himself.

The battery-armed guard took aim. Swinging the battery at the poor banan' head-

THUD.

...Banana soon found himself on the floor, having just fell from his bed. The blanket and nightcap he wore had followed him with the fall as well. His breathing and heart rate were racing faster than it ever did before...

...But at least it was just another nightmare. A very horrid one, at that, however.

Was it too hopeful to wish that it would be the last nightmare for a while?

((Part 1))

[thewomanwholaughed]

Joker sat at the kitchen table by herself. On the counter, her record player was busy playing an album of Doris Day, currently playing: Que Sera, Sera.

In the one hand, she held a glass of some potent toxin mixture. Its bright, toxic green contents popped and bubbled. While the other was occupied balancing a knife, the tip of which was held on her index finger.

The table held tea and cookies. While she was surrounded by four chairs; each containing a reference to a supposed child of hers...

In order from left to right, they were:

Her old red hood helmet with a grin painted on and X's for eyes, there is a crack in the helmet's upper side.

A large piece of paper with the anarchy A on it, with wet green paint slowly enveloping the paper.

A baby doll; dressed in a blue and white dress. The dress is covered in a red substance mimicking blood. There is a bullet hole in the baby's forehead.

The last chair held a broken hand-mirror, a bloodied rope around the neck of the handle. The mirror swinging back and forth like a pendulum.

Joker's ever surprising, sweet and melodic voice came out as she began singing. "Now I have children of my own... They ask their mother, what will I be?"

Joker let the knife fall and caught it between her fingers. Using it as an implement to point. Diverting from the original song as she did.

"Will I be worthy?" So asked the first.

"Will I be crazy?" Asked the second.

"Will you look at me?" Asked the fourth...

No hesitation as the Clown Princess flung the knife at the third; impaling the baby doll as it was pinned to the chair. Downing the mixture in one go, she let out a very loud yet satisfied exhale; complete with burp before standing up. Kicking the chair aside as she stuck both hands into her pockets, making her way over to her bedroom with a low hum.

"Qué será, será! Whatever will be, will be!"

[cubbihue]

Hi! this is kinda an art request if u dont mind. And it's angst related, can you draw like where wanda and cosmo obvs have seen for a while how (human) timmy has been treated by his real parents. I just want to see like the "last straw" which lead Cosmo and Wanda wanting them to make Timmy as their own. (IM HAPPY THAT TIMMY HAS A FAMILY THAT LOVES AND CARES FOR HIM)

The "Last Straw"?

Cosmo and Wanda have seen humans at their best. They've seen humans at their worst. They've seen anything and everything that they've gone numb and used to what humans get up to.

But nothing's shaken them quite like Timmy's case did. Nothing has ever made a Fairy feel such strong human emotions than what Timmy made them feel, on that one particular night.

The thing that broke Cosmo and Wanda was Timmy himself.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

[sugarpasteltmnt]

"Acolyte" Michelangelo has joined the group chat

THANK U AGAIN TO @anixolt for accepting this commission request!!! Looks like 'Dino'-tello has unexpected company 👀

Hailing from his own alternate reality, "Acolyte" Mikey & his brothers had a very different childhood than the mad Dogs we all know and love. Set in a feudal Japan-esque world, Mikey and his brothers were raised under the Ninja Tribunal in a remote temple as future protectors of humanity...

However, fate was unkind to the lackadaisical Michelangelo who doubted the legend of the foretold 'Krang Invasion'-- let alone it happening much sooner than anticipated.

[link to twitter thread]

More lore below! (but heed the content warnings!!)

CW: implied family death, implied child abuse

Inspired by the 2003 "Acolyte" Arc, Mikey and his brothers were given to the Ninja Tribunal as children to raise as warriors on account of being gifted with mystic abilities; something very rare and unheard of in their universe.

Mikey was the most mystically inclined of his brothers. Because of this, he doesn't take training very seriously. He's also the oldest brother in his universe, but takes that role very, very seriously.

Splinter was their "father"... however, he was the one who gave them to the Ninja Tribunal. And they weren't exactly 'lenient' with children. Not when their purpose was to become warriors to defend the world. Because of this, Mikey hates Splinter. With every fiber in his body.

But despite their upbringing, Mikey was fun and kind.

But homie cannot cook to save his life

However, due to events during the invasion... Mikey is the last man standing. On the whole planet.

And he Snaps

With elevated powers and grief, Mikey traverses the heavens to hunt Krang and their settlements.

He uses dried Krang blood as his mask, having lost his in battle (and Krang blood dries orange when oxidized)

He dots his yellow spots with a drop of Krang blood to mirror Krang eyes. Using mystic abilities, the faux eyes can move and "look" around too. Terrifying.

However, due to classic Hamato shenanigans— 'Acolyte' Mikey may find himself drawn to a very, very different place than a Krang settlement 👀👀👀

[thebananwithaplan]

That... confirmed a lot, yet not at all everything.

A toon who wanted to play the role of a 'scientist baddie', but overdid it with the 'scientist' bit in more ways than one. Ironically, DB could relate in a way; he figured out how to clone dinosaurs to life for Shovelware's Dinosaur Place. But he also watched enough dino-themed movies to make contingency plans; hence why he also figured out how to create replacement limbs for the gift shop.

Never once did it occur to him to use his own DNA for either of those, though; and it was exactly for this kind of reason why. Banana didn't need to extract his own juice/blood to know that he himself was just as unstable.

And the why? Why, he was not amused at all.

"....That's it? That's why you created the Fake Noise.... just because the actual Noise wasn't funny enough?" Like, he at least agrees on the latter, but... "Have you ANY idea how much chaos that thing's causing for everyone?" It blended and drank a frog like a goddang smoothie, and dropped a teen with cement-shoes into a deep water tank! A TEEN. And all HE did was deliver pizzas!

"....That thing had a book, too. I saw it on screen. It had other people apart from the chef..... It doesn't just want HIM gone, does it..." Many of them didn't deserve to be on that list. DB could see why HE'D be on the hit list - let's be honest, he's seen his fair share of death threats so it was unsurprising- , but why the rest? Why Gold? Why Dandie?

...Why are his own NEPHEWS on there?? They don't know nor have anything to do about Peppino OR the Noise, as far as he knew...

What he did know is that he didn't like the suggestion that the only way to track it down is by sending another victim to be tracked, first.

"...Absorbed?"

"...Why... would it want to absorb you?"

"I'm sure ya already know, but there's this guy I like to always do little bits with. Y'know, threaten to blow up his pizzeria with a big laser, send some of my baddies to fight 'em, make a few clones..." He begins to take some of those burgers off the the grill, putting them onto a plate. "I think you of all people get it, it's a classic toon game of cat and mouse."

"Sooooooo! I make a clone based off this OTHER guy that not only REALLY has it out for ol' Peppy like I do, but I try to make a BETTER version."

"Sure, I do alllllllll sortsa stuff to Peppy, but nobody ever DIES! But this guy... Well, turns out some of my magic becomes a LOT scarier when you give it to someone that isn't funny."

Sure, characters with toon logic had to generally follow at least some rules, usually personal codes, and most notably 'Rule of Funny', but what happens when he could MAKE his own audience?

He pauses briefly. He knew the Banana had more questions than answers in regards to why, but now was not the time to explain all the lore of Pizza Tower. Just go play it later, DB. Time was of the essence, for more reasons than may be expected.

"...The fella can create his studio anywhere, just like I can with my Tower. There's no way to find him easily. Not unless you can track him. ...Or, someone near him."

Placing the plate down at a small table, he began gathering the buns and toppings from the hammerspace in his pockets.

"I'd handle him myself, buuuuut..." Pizzahead's tone drops drastically, as he turns away to grab... something.

"I don't want to be absorbed."

. . .

All that's left now is the golden question: how to stop it.

[koszmarnybudyn]

So this song fits them so very well right?

[reluctanttrabbit]

[VANWEEK DAY 2: knife, bad ending au]

guys its ok gregory is fine!!!! him and vanny are playing together!!! it really was just a glitch!!!

in my au, the princess quest + fire ending are kind of combined so before this scene gregory set the pizzaplex on fire and tried to play the last princess quest . but he was a bit too slow and.... vanny got to him.

vanessa is not free, and had no idea what happened but only got back in control once the building was finally burnt down. now shes sorting through the rubble searching for gregory and wow! there he is! kinda!

ness im sorry for putting u through torture 😓😓😓 you're gonna get a fun prompt soon i promise

@vanweek2024

[darkeeveeanimatesus]

Abducted child cuddle pile!.. kinda. They're trying desperately to stay warm at least.

Man, screw Vicky for not giving them a blanket

Also, the suffering can get worse if you check out my two other versions- I... um... got carried away with the angst just a LITTLE

I keep thinking about that story where they ate another child. So, I suppose this is kind of my contribution to that. It's like a mash between my story and theirs. So I guess it counts as fan art sorta?

the dead child is inspired by a fic by @joosiewiththeboof

[aria-greenhoodie]

Abigale Northwest, your wings are clipped and your nest is full. How do you keep your fledgling safe when you cannot fly for yourself?

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Version without face covering + some ramblings below cut ↓

Ok so. I have a very specific interpretation of Abigale Blackwing/Northwest and I’ve constructed a whole narrative so I’m going to vomit some bullet points here because I’m CRAZY.

After the conference that got the Anti-Cipher society disbanded and had Thurburt Mudget Waxstaff III institutionalized, Abigale fled the scene for fear of meeting the same fate.

As an unmarried woman with an eccentric personality (and a checkered past according to my own headcanons) she would have been VERY at risk of being institutionalized as well, and mental hospitals in the early 1900s were uh. Definitely not great places to be if you’re a woman (Obviously it’s not great for men either but they did some real heinous shit to women specifically), and Abigale knows that.

While in hiding, a wealthy man by the surname of Northwest finds and approaches her with an offer; he would offer her safety from authorities and mental institutions in exchange for her hand in marriage.

Not seeing another way out, and her paranoia flaring due to still being taunted in her dreams by that damned triangle, she agrees.

She HATES her husband. Fucking DESPISES him. She hates their house, she hates how he refuses to let her tinker and invent in peace, she hates his rules and mannerisms. She is MISERABLE.

The only good thing to come from that man is their son. She ADORES her boy, and desperately wants to keep him safe and well.

Unfortunately Mr. Northwest is a huge piece of shit to both his wife and child so that doesn’t go very well.

Abigale feels trapped. She thought this marriage would cement her freedom from the asylum, but now she just lives in a different type of cage. She’s not sure how much longer she can take this before doing something drastic.

I have a different artpiece about that drastic thing she may or may not have done…. Teehee…. I’ll post it later 😇

Anyway long live Abigale Blackwing I am her biggest and only fan and proud to be

[thebananwithaplan]

Meanwhile, in the boys' bedroom...

"........What if Dandie was right?"

"...Huh?"

"What if she was right? They... didn't show him getting tossed into the water." The oldest of the nephews wondered.

"We saw him getting knocked out with that pink thing. And we heard the splash-"

"That's the thing - we only heard it. But... why hide that when he showed how he got rid of the pink monster/alien thing? He can pretend to have an applause when there's nobody at the seats. He coulda pretended to make the splash sound, too."

"...How could you even tell?" Peel wondered. Since when was his older brother... this attentive? Wasn't he always glued to that smartphone of his?

"The pool looked way too big for the splash to be heard that close to the cameras. Since it was live, he wouldn't have been able to edit in that sound effect so cleanly, either." Oh, right; the oldest was the camera operator. From what he could tell, Fake Noise didn't have his own Announcer to do those effects, either....

"...What are ya saying? That Ronnie could still be..."

"....Maybe we can try to see if we can find his number And somehow track his phone. Track his phone, we can find where they're keeping 'im."

"Are ya NUTS?" Ah. See. There we go. "Uncle told us not to do anything! What if that... that jerk finds out? What if-"

"Face it, Peels - we're gonna be next anyways whether we like it or not." Oh. He saw the page, didn't he... "We might as well try to do something useful if we can, or are we just supposed to sit around n' do nothin'? " The Oldest Nephew sighed.

".....It wasn't even my idea to do the prank call, you know...."

"........................"

".................."

...Even if all that was a possibility... Could they even do anything? They've never ventured far past the Studio without their uncle before...

[minticecodes]

[ID: Digital illustration in greys. DMCV Dante grips the Devil Sword Dante one handed; at his feet, at the point of the sword, is the curled up form of child Vergil, asleep in a frumpy longsleeve shirt, shorts and socks. He sleeps with head rested on arms in fetal position, facing Dante. Dante's hunched over, left hand clutching his face. Blood red tears drip down his face and hand; the drops splatter at his feet. The shadow of his sword falls over Vergil; in the background, Dante's shadow raises the sword to stab down. End ID]

no coming home

[gello-strands]

Enoch is just an eyeball.. his head too big

(REBLOGS>LIKES!)

[chocobosdungeon2]

this is hands down the worst thing ive ever made but their similarities (and differences) have been rattling around in my head

[s0fti3w1tch]

"Ghost" in My Dreams

[context] Raph was the last to see Leo before he disappeared. The guilt haunts him.

[tadc-harlequin-au]

Cough! Cough! - A small Jackrabbit Poem

Cough! Cough! I… don’t feel so g-good…

Hey It’s okay! You’re strong Kid, you’ll be fine,

Let’s find some shelter, fore’ it gets dark aye?

Time passes, the night stars, cloaked by plume

The roars of industry chant humanities doom

…

COUGH! Cough! I’m s-sorry… if I’m not quiet…

It’s fine! Like I said, you’ll be alright…

So sleep tight, I’ll… be back with some food.

Crumbling brick, broken glass, rotting wood,

the child’s shield, a mother’s gift, a close friend

The only comfort for a weak, flickering light.

…

COUGH! COUGH! …c-come back soon…

Smoke. thick, choking, burning, all consuming.

The sun can’t be seen, and yet it’s so bright…

P-please come back… h-hurting… won’t stop…

…please don’t leave me alone…

…Mr Rabbit?…

…cough!…

…m-Mom…?

…

…

…

…

Kid?

-end-

:)

(First poem I ever made, feels a bit rudimentary, but I hope you enjoyed it!)

Oh, you're cruel. You are so cruel for that /pos

Just for that...

This is your fault. :)