#Unknownogre

[unknownogre]

( I got a little inspired from Facebook...and was just able to sit down today to write it. I approached it not exactly from the prompt's direction too but that is the scene that popped in my head.)

“Well…I have to ask, am I dead?”

Moments ago I was just sitting at my desk sipping a cup of coffee playing a lovely game of slaughter the Nazi when I found myself suddenly not there. Still had my coffee in had though, Deadpool pajama pants for the whole damn world to see no shoes and, I’m sorry to those that had to see me, no shirt. Someone was standing in front of me too, lithe build with a very baggy hoodie and baggy pants on wearing some kind of sneaker and a face that was obscured by shadows that were impossibly dark for the time of day and location.

“No, finish your coffee and let’s go.”

Fuck…people were walking around us like they didn’t notice me or them. The voice of the person was androgynous and a touch echoey. I knew one thing in this moment, without introduction and without me even having to ask the question, in my bones I knew this was Death. THE Death the primordial force that will exist until the end of the universe.  So weird, I wonder if they developed that power just to make it easier.

“Alright, fuck it. Not like I have a choice do I…?”

I already hate this. I’ve got body issues, most fat guys do no matter the praise they get. Fuck, I hope I don’t have to fight anything. I have no idea how I’ll do. I don’t fight, no one wants to fight me so I’ve never had to.

“No you don’t have to fight. Maybe, I’m not sure. People handle the situation differently. I’m just Death, I don’t know the future or the past. Think there is a time you’re supposed to die? Absolutely not. Chaos my friend. Complete Chaos.”

That…honestly that made me feel a lot better about a lot of things. Though to delve into that right now would completely pull my focus away from whatever this is.

“Why me?”

I had to ask as we walked another block. If Death was powerful enough to just pull me out of my living room I figured we could at least get closer, though…my feet don’t hurt even though they are bare so that is good at least.

“In a two-thousand-mile radius of my current problem your soul was the only one that matched what I needed…what ever that is. I don’t know have exact details. I just know when I problem arises and I need help I concentrate and the one who is best able to help just appears to me like a blip on a radar.”

Well…it is nice to be needed right. I mean I doubt that is the case, I’m not that special. I’m just me. I took another sip of my coffee.

“What do I get out of this?”

I don’t work for free. I’m completely convinced when given any modicum of power I’d go full on super villain. I know at my core I’m evil, just the kind of evil that still wants to protect those that love and cherish. Touch my wife and I’ll burn the whole damn world down, same for my kid. So again, I wonder why I was the blip.

“A favor.”

That was all Death needed to say. I get a favor from Death, I mean I bet there are rules and what not attached to it, but who wouldn’t want a favor from Death. That was enough for me.

“And lunch. A favor and lunch and you have yourself a deal.”

Death stopped and turned around to look at me, I could feel the weight of their gaze too but I just stood there and stared at where I thought their eyes would be crossing my arms across my chest with a smirk…Never take fully what is offered. Ask for just a little more.

“You got it. Cause I know what you want…hell I want it too. A favor and lunch.”

That was good enough for me. Almost made me forget I was shirtless and barefoot in a large city. We approached a hospital and headed right in. We passed the nurses station, and I was able to grab a scrub top much to their confusion. I felt better with a shirt on at least. We went up to the morgue…and there…holy crap.

It was some kind of creature, twisted with pitch flesh and blood ooze from various places, like self-inflicted wounds. It was just roaring and trying to smash through things it couldn’t fully interact with. There were some forms in the corner cowering in fear…ghosts? I don’t have time to question everything.

“Calm them down.”

…wait…what?!..

It was just a roaring beast that was at least six feet tall. I think it was meant to be bi-pedal but it was only that way sometimes. Like how some movies show werewolves, like they can walk a few steps until they want to run and then it is down on all fours.

“Well…fuck. Okay. Hey.”

I started waving slightly. The creature made a swipe for me but It was slow I was able to step back to avoid it. The ‘mission’ was to calm them down. Calm, not hurt, not subdue but calm.

“HEY!”

I said again, but this time with the power of dad voice. I didn’t like using it much, unless we were outside and my kid was about to run into a parking lot or something just as dangerous. I have NO information to go off of. Death wasn’t a planner were they? The creature’s attention was fully on me now. Good, that is what I needed…not what I wanted though. I knew I wasn’t dead now because my heart was hammering in my chest.

“Knock it the fuck off okay. You are scaring the shit out of these other people. What the hell is going on anyway? I’m sure being dead sucks but this…this can’t be good for you, can it?”

The creature seemed to understand my words if only for a moment before it roared at me. Its mouth…chilling. Elongated like a wolf but the teeth…they were human. I could make money on this if I could get into practical effects and recreate the look.

What to do. I had to use a chair to keep it back and out of swiping range. I don’t think I can actually die here…but maybe no risk no reward.

“This can’t kill you, but if it manages to hurt you too bad I am SOL and will have to destroy it completely. I don’t want to do that so I brought you.”

So it was a soul, something twisted and probably not evil. Otherwise there would be no sympathy. I need more compassion. The  creatures attention was still on me and all those cowering in the corner were watching with rapt attention. There is a lot of rage here, so much anger, and where there is anger there is sadness. Okay…okay…got it.

“Hey, we are just gonna talk alright. I won’t yell anymore. Just calm, just calm and cool. Listen I can’t help you right now. Not with all this rage and aggression. Trust me. I want to help you. I get nothing out of the situation if you are harmed. What happened? Why are you so angry?”

It took another swipe at me. Fuck…this thing is strong, almost knocked the chair out of my hands. It was hurt, even it was just by itself. When I met its gaze I could see such sadness. Rage and sadness. I got you.

“Hey. Listen, I am here for you, okay? I am here for you. Not Death, not these people in the corner, you and just you. Fuck any reward…fuck anything else okay. Just me and you here. I am your friend. No one touches you unless they step over my literal dead body, which isn’t even HERE so they are screwed trying to find it. You don’t deserve this, what ever this is. So talk to me. Let me help you, that is all I want right now.”

That caused the creature to pause and look at me. Tears welling up in its eyes. I see why I was called. Most people wouldn’t look in its eyes, they couldn’t see the pain there. They’d see the twisted muscle, the claws…they’d be hostile. Monsters were fantasy for me until I was brought here.

“I…they…momma…MOMMA!”

It cried and looked around panicked. This is a child. THIS IS A CHILD! Thank gods I didn’t hit it, and now I know why the dad voice caused it to pause. I wonder if these souls were trying to help before or where they just trying to leave after they died? Hard to say.

“Hey kid…calm down. Shhhh I got you okay. You want to see your Mom once more. We got you okay. Did they take you and here away at the same time?”

The kid seemed calmer now, just tears streaming from its eyes. They nodded and seemed to wrap their twisted arms around themselves, rocking a little bit. Certainly a kid. I sighed for a moment.

“Would you like a hug? I can give you a hug if you’d allow. Sometimes its nice to just get grounded. I’m a dad, so I can only imagine how it is being separated from your mom. I give the best hugs too, I’m like a teddy bear.”

That is why my daughter said when she was younger anyway. Daddy bear hugs. The child looked to me hesitantly and then nodded slowly. I got up from the chair and I moved slowly. I had no weapons, I’m a big dude but people say they aren’t scared of me. I like to think I’m not scary normally anyway. When I got close enough I just wrapped my arms around them. Sure some of their spikes went into my skin, hurt like a bitch too, the blood smelled terrible as well…still though. Sometimes a hug is what the doctor called for. The kid just started to cry. Its massive head put on my shoulder and nestled into the crook of my neck like my daughter did plenty of times when she was little. I felt they shift, the sound of…gods I don’t know, snapping bone and such was heard all around. I just closed my eyes and held the kid for as long as they squeezed me back.

Soon, I was holding a five year old boy who was finally calming down from all the crying. The holes from the wounds and claws were still there on my body but he looked alright. Oddly I wasn’t bleeding…wonder if that was Death’s doing? Or do I not bleed if I’m not solid? Too many questions I’ll leave for another day.

“Can you take us to his mom?”

Death just nodded as I held the kid in my arms. We left the morgue and went to a hospital room where the kids mother was. She was alive, but badly hurt. Apparently there was a car accident, they got hit by a drunk driver. The kid was dead just after arriving. Freaked out when he couldn’t find his mom. I held him for a while.

“Momma will be okay?”

He asked me and I looked to Death who nodded with a touch of a shrug. I know, chaos on all that stuff, suddenly I was a little less reassured.

“She’ll be okay little one. Best thing you can do is let Death take you to the next world, be as happy as you can. Your mom will cross over eventually, and then you two can play. Just be happy and play as much as you can in the meantime okay?”

The little boy nodded and I set him down, he walked to his mom and gave her a kiss on the cheek before turning to go hold hands with Death. Sudden I was back in front of my desk…wearing the scrubs top my coffee cup filled to my liking.

“Get dressed. Lunch is gonna be in an hour.”

I heard Death’s voice in my mind. I could only grinned. I was about to get my favorite sandwich on the planet, that alone was worth it. Still, I would have done it for free if there was nothing Death could give me. That kid needed the guidance. I wonder how many have crossed over and looked to reunite with someone but couldn’t due to held back rage and depression. That…that breaks my heart.

“Also thank you. You were certainly the best pick.”

I smiled at that, again…feeling useful was nice. Well time to get dressed, I wonder how Death will get me half-way across the country to that sandwich place? I don’t care…number 15 here I come.

[unknownogre]

"So, you’re after my roommate. Sorry, my EX-assassin roommate, as you so graciously let slip. And you think tying me to a chair and pointing a gun at my head will magically make me know exactly where he is?”

I have no idea who this guy is. He hit me in the back of the head out of nowhere and then demanded I tell him where Allen, my roommate, was. I have no fucking clue where he is. We aren’t dating. We live in the same apartment because RENT IS EXPENSIVE! Gods now this moron thinks that my roommate is an ex-assassin?

…though…

I mean he has all these cool skills. We got locked out of our place the other day and he just happened to have the right tools in his pocket to pick the lock. I took him out for a drink on his birthday once and he fought three men to a stand still till I jumped in and then still did the heavy lifting in beating the hell out of them. Assholes too, the girls they were bothering bought us drinks as thanks.

Hmmm…I mean there are weirder things in the world right? So you know what? I’ll believe him. And I’d have another reason not to betray my roommate.

“YES! Tell me where he is! I can make the next two hours stretch on for an eternity. Your pain will echo off the walls…they’ll have to tear down this building after I’m finished with you.”

The dude was bigger than me…but I don’t know he wasn’t scary. I could tell he had his demons. Don’t we all right? But you don’t rat out a homie. Plain and simple. And really, he needs to work on his promises of pain speech. Kinda weak, like chat GPT wrote it or something.

“WHY ARE YOU SMIRKING!?”

He shouted and I looked him in the face. I just sighed and shifted in my chair a little bit, playing with the bindings around my wrist. No use to panic. But then you only panic when you feel in danger and I certainly don’t feel threatened right now. I never seemed to panic when someone really should.

“I just think you haven’t thought this through. So you torture me and my roommate finds out…well he is going to be pissed. I do all the cooking you see, and then he’ll kill you. Plain as that. You are dead if you torture me for his information. BUT…BUT if you kill me. Well, he called my ham balls a gift from the dark gods. So he’ll then torture you. And I bet…this is some John Wick shit and he is WAY better than you.”

He growled at me and back handed me. Ouch…that didn’t feel that great. Could have been worse though, I can taste a little blood though. I spit out some and just sigh. This was all…underwhelming.

“Since you are going to kill me can I tell you a joke?”

He looked at me side ways but then just pulled up a chair.

“Sure…tell me a joke as your lasts words.”

I had to chuckle, this joke was always really funny to me and I liked to tell it any chance I got.

“Okay So there was a guy…he was driving his car down the highway. While driving he saw another man standing on the side of the road so he pulled over to pick him up. The man was sweaty and dirty and honestly this was his life line. ‘OH MAN THANKS!’ the hitchhiker said as he got in. The man in the car just smile and winked. They drove for a little bit and the hitchhiker smiled and looked to the man driving the car. ‘I’m so glad you picked me up, most people won’t do it…they think I’m a traveling serial killer or something.’ The man driving smirked and said. ‘Oh I’m not worried about that at all…’ The hitchhiker canted his head and asked. ‘Why is that? I could be one ya know..’ and the man driving the car smiled and said. ‘What is the likely hood of two serial killers being in the same car.’”

I chuckled a bit, yeah I always loved that joke. The intruder wasn’t amused, and I could see the gears turning in his head. Good, let him think on that.

“Are you saying you’re an assassin?”

He asked after a bit and I just started to laugh in earnest. How simple could he be, really. REALLY was he that stupid. That is okay, maybe I’ll walk him through this. Ya know knowing Allen is an assassin, it makes a lot more sense now about how we vibed right off the bat. Both of us had trouble getting roommates before we found each other. No romance or nothing, we just understand each other. There was always space. Never too many probing questions, but still deep conversations.

“No…no my dear man. As the joke states, what is the likely hood of there being two serial killers in the same car?”

Come on there scooter, you can get this now can’t you. I’m almost tired of waiting. Then he looked at me with the most confused expression.

“Are…are you a serial killer?”

There was another chuckle, he hardly had time to react as my untied hands wrapped the rope he used to bind me around his throat. I was no trained assassin, but I had my skills. He fought for a while. Surprised…I just held him until he stopped moving…always takes a couple of minutes. Not like I haven’t done this before. I REALLY wanted to cut his throat open but man, you don’t spill blood where you live. Once I was sure he died I just let him fall to the floor. It was then Allen came out of the shadows.

“I knew I didn’t need to save you. You were far too calm the whole time.”

I just smirked at him, he was already moving the body and pulled out a phone to make a quick call. I couldn’t hear what he said but I knew he gave our address. Man, having professional cleaners at your beck and call must be wonderful. That is a LOT less work that I have to do.

“Well, ya know. So are you going to have to move out?”

I wasn’t happy with that idea, I really did like him as a roommate. People like him didn’t come along very often and well, searching is a pain in the ass.

“Na, I don’t think so. I’ll stay right here. By how skilled you are, how strong you are…and now I notice a few things you’re the Rapist Reaper? Or am I wrong?”

I grinned brightly and dipped my head a bit. He got me, but of course he did. NO more secrets though, which will be nice. I knew Allen was a good guy too, never had the aura that a lot of the other men do. I’ve killed my last three roommates, and I really didn’t want to have to do that to him too, not that I ever felt the need to be honest. There are few good men in this world and Allen he certainly one of them.

“You got me, I mean I don’t really like the name too much…but you don’t get to pick what the media calls you. Judging by how well you move and how long you’ve been my roommate, you’re Death’s Whisper.”

Allen bowed a bit and just sat down on the couch. I cleaned up my split lip and got both of us a beer and sat next to him.

“Okay, this is a long shot…BUT if you want to stay roommates…wanna go kill a crime lord and his lackies. I don’t really hate them or anything but this one REALLY wants me back in the game and I have NO interest in that anymore. I’m retired, I like the boring life. No wife, no kids, no one to protect or answer to. It is very nice. I want to enjoy this for a while. Want to help?”

I was already grinning and all I had to do was clink my bottle with his. He smiled at me and we waited for the cleaners to arrive. I’m going to have so much fun with this. They won’t be expecting two of us…I mean I’m not like Allen…he is a MUCH better fighter than me. Still, I can fight very well. More of a brawler though, gotta get them into the van somehow and some of those guys are WAY bigger than me, so I got good.

“Ham balls for dinner?”

Allen chuckled…oh this was going to be a wonderful friendship.

Today you just found out your roommate with strange hobbies, like knowing how to pick a lock, knows how every puzzle and cipher by heart, or how to commit tax fraud, and so many other things, wasn't a guy with ADHD, he was an ex-assassin and now you have a gun pointed at your face

[defectivehero]

"Don't touch me," the villain hisses, writhing in the hero's arms as they're unwillingly carried around.

"Would you prefer if I dropped you?" The hero hums, their eyes set on the skies ahead. "Left you to fall thirteen stories and collide with the pavement? That's certainly an option." They shrug.

"You wouldn't dare," the villain claims with manufactured confidence. Truthfully, their heart is racing in their chest as the two of them soar higher and higher in the sky. They have never quite trusted their enemy—and for good reason. Their morality runs rather grey for a hero, and the villain wouldn't be the least bit surprised if they took advantage of their momentary weakness to cause them even more pain.

The hero shrugs in response to the villain's accusation. Meanwhile, the villain clings on a little tighter, resolutely ignoring the laughter rumbling in their enemy’s chest.

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Elisewin snatched another green-bound book from the library shelf. She flipped the cover without checking the title, rifled the pages without reading the words. She didn’t know what she was looking for. Retreat to the library was a reflex. There wouldn’t be anything in these books to help her remember the events of the dream. The nightmare. The warning.

It was important. It was important.

But it was gone now. Only a nagging echo of frantic urgency remained. She raked a hand through her touselled hair, clutching it until her scalp protested, hoping the pain might sharpen her dulled mental faculties.

Nothing.

It was important!

Groaning her frustration, Elisewin tossed the book none-to-gently to the side table. It thudded to the floor instead. She looked up sharply. Of course. She’d moved the table next to the armchair earlier that day. Yet another thing she had forgotten. And the sight of the book laying sadly where it oughtn’t to be, where it had been sentenced by a force outside its control, reduced Elisewin to sudden, furious tears.

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[unknownogre]

A survivor and a metal man

The sun was warm upon aging skin, the clouds offering just the right amount of assistance to make it soothing instead of scorching. His helmet just rested in the grass next to him, a dull gleam…dust from walking. Magento had no idea how he got here, one moment he was on Arrako and the next he wasn’t. Gods, mutants, dimensional rifts…it was all hard to tell at this point. You live long enough; you see it all and very little shakes you.

There were no foes here, no immediate danger and if this was to be a cage it was one of the loveliest he has ever been in. The question remained still, what was the purpose? His powers have been diminished greatly, but they were still there, which was a bonus. He couldn’t rip raw ore out of the ground, but he could feel it was there. He couldn’t fly either but honestly walking here wasn’t so bad. He could gather some powdered iron on the surface and press them into projectiles, so he wasn’t completely defenseless. Still, he was less prepared than he would have liked to be.

Magneto could feel another ‘portal’ open not too far away, just on the other side of some rolling hills near the meadow he was walking in. There was a pause, was this friend or foe? A clue to why he was brought here perhaps? Iron was pulled and gathered and he was ready to fight the best his old bones would allow. It was then he saw a robot walking casually. Eyes of red and the color of bronze dressed…well dressed like an American solider from World War 2. There was something nostalgic about it. He didn’t seemed to be armed and his movements weren’t aggressive but rather meandering. When the robot caught sight of Magento he made a b-line straight towards him. No weapons were pulled and no aggressive movement was made, he simply saluted.

“GI Robot, reporting for duty sir. I have seemingly made a wrong turn somewhere and have been separated from my unit. May I have your name and rank? You seem to calm to be a dirty Nazi, nor do you wear the uniform. Am I correct in that assumption?”

There was an odd sense of calm coming from this robot. Magneto couldn’t help but eye him for a moment and then with a light smile he shook his head. He then without held up his arm and pulled back his suit sleeve just a bit to reveal his wrist and the number 214782 tattooed in faded ink. The robot’s eyes widened and then he took a step back to salute once more.

“GI Robot was present at the liberation of several internment camps and killed many Nazis in the process. I am familiar with that tattoo. You are strong and brave and have earned my respect sir.”

“I certainly not a Nazi, GI Robot was it. You, you do not need to call me sir. I have no rank as I am not military and my name is M…”

He paused for a moment and just smiled. There was something interesting about this one. His mutant name meant nothing here, not to this being pulled out of time and dimension. So Magneto put out his hand.

“Max, Max Eisenhardt It is a pleasure to meet you.”

Max was a name he gave to few as everyone else called him Magento,  that name was for Earth and for mutants and humans to know and fear. Here, there was no reputation to be had. Here with this robot he would just be Max at least while he was here.

“It is a pleasure to meet you Max Eisenhardt. Friend Max would you like to hunt and kill Nazis with GI Robot? I’ve been looking for a friend to hunt and kill Nazis with. My primary directive is to kill Nazis and their allies and It has been 74 years two weeks and fourteen days since I have been able to do so.”

That made Max laugh more than a little bit. What ever made this robot had good intentions if nothing else. This singular drive was pure, and his intuition didn’t scream at him…there was an odd comfort in the GI’s presence.

“You know what GI Robot; I would like nothing more than to kill Nazis with you. I am afraid I am not made of metal though, so my ability to aid is more than a little limited…but I will do my best. We will help each other alright?”

Even if there were mutants, they weren’t called that back in the day so it was hard to gage if they were indeed from the same planet or not. This simple question would help, no one didn’t know the name he was about to drop next.

“Listen GI Robot, I don’t know if you have celebrities where you come from there is a man by the name of Steve Rogers or better known as Captain America, he killed Nazis too. Have you heard of him?”

That at least would tell him if this metal man was from any Earth that was somewhat similar to what he knew. GI robot canted his head as though he was searching for something. A slow shake of the head followed.

“GI Robot does not know of this Captain America, but if I were to meet him I would be very happy to kill Nazis with him too. I am sorry friend Max, is he someone you were looking for? Do you think the Nazis have captured him?”

So that was that, they aren’t from a familiar earth. At least with the robot’s attitude Nazis didn’t win the war like he has encountered in the past. Though even if he encountered that now there wasn’t much to do with his powers so diminished, but…he could help the robot. That was advantageous.

“Listen GI Robot, I don’t know why we were brought here together. Clearly you are my friend and not my enemy. I need to find water at some point and food. I will help you kill Nazis, and you’ll have to help me with food and water. Is that acceptable?”

GI Robot did another scan of the area or what Max would assume to be a scan. He then nodded and simply took off at a brisk pace in one direction. Picking his helmet up and wearing it once more Max moved to follow the Robot. This was going to be interesting no matter what. Might as well…just go with the flow. He was constantly testing for electromagnetic fluctuations around him, seeing if he could get more of his power back as they walked. He had some control, a little more than he did a while ago so that was progress. Apparently flexing one’s powers was allowing them to return at a faster rate.

“Look friend Max, I have found a creek. You need water and I have found it.”

There was a creek just outside of the meadow that perhaps the robot had seen upon arrival. Max took his time to hydrate and GI robot even had a canteen at his side that he offered so they could keep moving. He probably had a radiator or something as well…and the thought of fuel came up. He must be powered by diesel…that would be harder to do.

“Thank you GI. Can you tell me, friend, how you got here?”

GI Robot did another scan of the area before picking another direction to walk. His pace wasn’t faster than Max’s and that seemed deliberate, more nuance to this metal man.

“I was getting my upgrades explained to me by my new employer Miss. Waller, I spun around to make sure all of my  joins were limber and I was not where I was but was here instead.”

Simple enough, so their methods of transportation were similar too. After a few hours of walking there sounds of a large group of people. Shouting and orders being given…the sounds of boots on the ground…it sound like an army and when they got closer the orders were being shouted…in German.

“Could it be, GI Robot asks, a gathering of Nazis begging to be exterminated by GI robot?”

Max just looked to the metal man next to him and had to stifle a chuckle. There was a pat on the shoulder as they stuck to the tree line to get a better look at the group ahead. What they saw, well even after all these years it caused a bit of tension to grab the Omega level mutants heart. There were indeed Nazis. Close to thirty or forty, looking like they were just pulled from the front lines of the German invasion. Their commander was…a red faced murderer that Max had no issues wishing death upon, Red skull. Mixed with the Nazis though were soldiers of a similar uniform carrying the identifying mark of Hydra but…different and a second one revealed himself…it was another Red Skull but older looking. Did this place bring together past and present? He had to put a hand on GI Robot to stop him from just charging in.

Something else caught his eye, there were jeeps and guns and some supplies but also a cage with a prone figure wearing a very familiar suit. Steve Rogers…how interesting, speak of the devil huh? How good would it be in some relations to have a favor from Captain America? Still though…the robot was shaking with anticipation…what could he do to help, certainly if he just ran in he’d get obliterated?

“It is in our best interest to think a little bit before acting GI Robot. Also those other men near the Nazis are allies called Hydra. They are just as bad, but we have a hostage to think of, the man I mentioned before Steve Rogers. If you rescue him, he will be more than happy to kill Nazis with you alright?”

GI Robot looked like an eager puppy just waiting for the word go, but at least he was holding back that much. He would nod and wait not being able to add to much. Max looked to the tree line and found a good path to the cage where Captain America was being kept, he pulled more iron from the soil and had his own bullets ready.

“Just be careful of me. Attack from the west and well kill as many of them as you can. Those two with the red faces though, they are VERY strong. The name is Red Skull. Can you fight a strong opponent GI Robot or are you made to kill just humans?”

IT was then the sound of tearing fabric was heard and GI Robot got taller and wider, all of his limbs looked similar to the hulks. He still wore the helmet with the number 2 on it though.

“I have been upgraded friend Max. GI Robot can fight men or monsters now. All Nazi scum will die. I am so happy!”

He laughed as he turned to stomp away, the sound of very high caliber munitions being fired could be heard and the shouts of alarm were coming from all over their camp moments after GI Robot’s assault. If it wasn’t those that caused him so much torment, it would almost be unnerving to listen to…the sounds of robotic laughter and the dying screams of Nazi and Hydra agents.

“WHAT IS GOING ON?! SHOOT HIM!”

Max could hear The Red Skulls shouting to their soldiers as they were slaughtered on mass. He moved to the cage where Steve was being held and was able to bed the bars shattering the lock. He looked like he was beat pretty good, but perhaps the powers he had were reduced too…which meant that Red Skull wouldn’t be as strong either, good thing for the robot he didn’t have powers…how fortunate to meet.

“Mag…Magneto?”

A dazed Captain America said as the mutant helped him stand up and offered support. Max just held him up and lead him away from the cage back to the tree line.

“Yeah, it is your lucky day. You’ll certainly owe me a favor after this, but right now we need to get out of the way of my new over zealous friend. A robot from the time when we were young but not from our Earth. If he had a soul, I’d say it was good but not a bit violent. His name is GI Robot.”

Steve looked up to see the robot rampaging through the camp fighting the two Red Skulls. Dead bodies littered the ground, well bodies and body parts. There was nothing merciful about how this one killed his enemies. Still, even Rogers didn’t have room in his heart for Nazi sympathy even after all these years. Magneto sent a few metal spikes here and there to kill the wounded, but there was not much either of them could offer in the way of support.

A body slammed into a tree where they were taking cover. It was the mangled remains of the younger Red Skull. What a way to die…if it was anyone else there might be sympathy. The other was still fighting GI, Steve was watching with just rapt attention. It was an epic conclusion that had the robot lifting Red Skull above his head and ripping him in two in a macabre scene laughing the entire time.

“Good thing he is on our side.”

Steve just watch the robot pad up. Max of course was smiling a touch.

“It is like having a Hulk, who only likes to kill Nazis.”

Covered in viscera GI Robot padded up like a puppy happy as could be. Max patted a very small portion of the robot that was left undirtied and Steve did his best to muster a salute.

“Cheer for the tin man?”

The tone was pensive and reserved, Max couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. Really this metal warrior hasn’t followed his directive for a long time, he wanted approval, and he wanted to feel relevant. There was no anger here, just respect.

“Cheer for the Tin man!”

“Cheers!”

Max smirked when Steve chimed in. There was no telling how long they would be here, or still the reason why, but this…this could be worse. That was for sure.

[late-to-the-fandom]

9 Lines, 9 People

Thank you @mthollowell-writes for being the reason I wrote 9 more lines today. I am that specially heinous breed of blocked where you can’t identify why you’re blocked. Like, enthusiasm is there, the first draft is there, everything works in theory, but I’m just stuck at a scene change I don’t like but cannot move 🫠

So much so that the summons, when it finally came, induced only a moderate amount of panic. “Your Highness,” intoned the Stoneborn Enforcer darkening the doorstep of Darkwall Tower one week after the Harvester's Court. “I have orders to escort you to the Master. Without delay.” The threat was respectful, but unmistakable. And Renathal knew their time was up. His eyes flicked from the hulking figure blocking the terrace twilight; to Breakfist, holding the door open and shifting restlessly, as if he longed to shut it in the Stoneborn’s impudent face; then, with a slow half-turn, to Elisewin loitering on the first landing, hair mussed and cheeks still flushed from the pleasant occupation in which they had only minutes before been engaged. Before the Master’s summons had interrupted. And the spark of treasonous hope within Renathal blazed into sudden, purposeful rebellion.

Tagging: @coffeewritesfiction @kaiusvnoir @unknownogre @sithbelle @cljordan-imperium @joeys-piano @squarebracket-trick @talesofsorrowandofruin @vcaudley

[a-brit-who-dislikes-tea]

I cant tell if people actually say gods or not I thought it was a unknownogre thing (great blog btw) but I just saw someone say it on a vid of a French guy making a thing out of big chocolate eggs

[unknownogre]

Chapter 3 is up on Ao3

I needed to post something positive today. Something to distract for a little bit. I have chapters 4 and 5 done as well, but editing is slow. I hope you enjoy.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60846667/chapters/159634396

[merlinsvibeplace]

Thanks for the invite!

Is this accurate? It probably is.

Sorry for the fucky screenshot, anyways.

Mutuals? I got like 4, lemme see who i can find

@whoateallmynachos @thermodynamic-comedian @moochou-eats-paper @boysrpretty @unknownogre and whoever else :)

ASK GAME!!

Do THIS QUIZ and say your result

Thats what I got!!! @wanderingwierdo @the-cherryblossom-system @blooper-malte @a-secret-rpblog @gobodegoblin @beeflingo @ibuildblasters

[marigoldispeculiar]

15 Tags 15 Mutuals

Thanks to @athemarina and @elizaellwrites for tagging me!

1. Are you named after anyone?: Nope

2. When was the last time you cried?: Can't remember but I tend to have days were it happens super easily

3. Do you have kids?: Nope

4. Do you use sarcasm?: I do but I'm scared of being misunderstood so I always backtrack immediately

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?: probably their silhuette?

6. What’s your eye colour?: blue

7. Scary movies or happy endings?: happy endings are super important to me but I'll watch horror as long as I have a list of jumscares and who dies

8. Any special talents?: my brother's cat likes me the best, so he must think to!

9. Where were you born?: Canada

10. What are your hobbies?: Right now it's just writing and reading, but I also like knitting, sewing, tatting, drawing, and playing dnd

11. Have you any pets?: three cats

12. What sports do you play/have played?: I cannot remember the last time I played a sport, but i enjoyed badminton in gym

13. How tall are you?: on the short end of normal

14. Favourite subject in school?: Drama class

15. Dream job?: well-paid editor with enough free time and energy to enjoy myself

No-pressure tagging @captain-kraken, @lacewinglacey, @wisteriasadprose, @unknownogre, @crosswise, @asher-orion-writes, @verba-writing, @authorkarajorgensen, @brimorganbooks, @louyardley, @andromedaexists, @gloriafrimpong, @sibleystamps, @writing-moth, and @cjlapolla

[late-to-the-fandom]

Last Line Tag

Thanks @sam-glade for the tag! I’m a terror at this game though with my love of the multi-comma sentence 😂

Rules: Make a new post and post your latest line from your WIP & tag as many people as there are words.

Half-frightened, half-furious, a full head shorter and several hands slighter, the blond man had no choice but to snatch the proffered card.

Gonna cap the tag at 20: @shipping-through-eternity @mousterian-writes @fluffleforce-mysdrym @diaryofomellas @vcaudley @tomb-bloom-noctem @laplumedemaureen @minutiaewriter @unknownogre @frostedlemonwriter @mrsd-writes @rms-writes @mrsmungus @writingpotato07 @darknightfrombeyond @residentdormouse @cljordan-imperium @veresiine @coffeewritesfiction @tsunderewatermelon

[merlinsvibeplace]

dont have that many people to tag but we ball nevertheless

@boysrpretty @whoateallmynachos @thermodynamic-comedian @mun-urufu @chemicalstarseverywhere @moochou-eats-paper @eloicy @sunflowerblossom-0308 @unknownogre

new tag game, because I can

no pressure tags:

@red-velvet-0w0 @nyxisagod @lynx-brynjar @encryptidarchivist @justbugsnstuff

@justanotherenbyhere +Anyone else