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dragon-spaghetti · 7 months ago
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Would like to thank twitter for shadowbanning both my main and my 18+ account very nice very cool of you Elon
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overlyimmersed · 3 years ago
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Nightmares and Daydreams
A Gravity Falls AU.
Hi @verysorrytobother​ Stanticore anon, revealing my true identity to share this with you! I wasn’t sure how a post this long would go over as an ask, so I decided to do it this way. I hope this is ok.
I’ve been working on this for a while and I hope it goes over well enough. The artwork took me the most time.
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As a car crash victim is slowly dying, her mental self panics in the mindscape. She's offered a deal to save her life. Let the game begin.
(Content warnings: Blood. Descriptions of serious injuries.)
"What..." she whispered to herself, staring at the other in disbelief.
"Yep!" he confirms, in a high-pitched, grating, inappropriately upbeat tone, "Dead as a doornail, kid!- Well technically you still have a few more seconds till you brain totally ceases to function. Better make up your mind while you still have one!"
She's still staring dumbly at him. How can he be this nonchalant about it?! A half second ago she was sitting in the front seat of the family truck, a totally routine trip to the store- she never liked trucks but her dad's a carpenter so they need the hauling space. At least it's a pretty shade of blue- and the next she's here, laying face down in a black void with this prick this- this...All Seeing Eye? He's like the Illuminati symbol, but with arms and legs and a top hat. Caution sign yellow and talking to her- or at her. Bill. Freaking. Cipher. Every time he 'speaks' he flashes with light- no mouth so does it really count as speaking? More like his voice is being projected right into her mind- ... And he's telling her that she freakin died! Can't he see how messed up this is?! Can't he sympathize at all!? Then again, it's Bill. She ought to know better.
She ought to know better. She's seen this show a hundred times, she knows nothing good comes from dealing with Cipher. But she doesn't have time to be careful, she doesn't have the luxury of weighing options.
"Tick-tock, Car Wreck!" The obnoxious voice insists again, forcing her out of her stupor, his outstretched hand now alight with blue fire.
Her face scrunches up in a loud cringe, eyes screwed shut and teeth bared, and she swings her hand till it lands solidly in his. Crazed cackling resounds as the deal is struck, but it falls to simple soundtrack as her senses try to sort out what's going on.
She'd expected the blue fire to burn, or at least feel like something, but it didn't. Instead her entire being is flung into a...whirl? Free fall? Something that makes her stomach jump into her throat, and gives her vertigo.
The sensation stops suddenly, only to be replaced by a cacophony of new perceptions. She isn't sure which strikes her first, the sounds or the smell. Shrieks of agony and terror make up the next track of this bizarre playlist, punctuated by the reek of burnt hair. When her eyes fly open to try and make sense of it all, they have no luck. The sight that meets her is a sky of surreal, swirling, bastardized ribbons of every hue, like being inside a filthy bubble. Floating strewn about the space are pockmarked asteroids, and little else.
"So what'd ya think?" The grating voice rejoins the discord, drawing her shell-shocked gaze. "Home-sweet-home, huh? Well don't worry, you won't be here for very long. A deal's a deal, Car Wreck." With that que, and a snap of his fingers, she's falling again. This time untethered and unaccompanied. It takes her a moment to realize the scream ripping though the void is coming from her own throat. Once it hits her, so does something else, and the world goes black.
She wakes some time later, maybe moments maybe days. She has no way of knowing. She pushes herself onto her hands and knees, groggy and disoriented. It takes her a moment to notice the texture under her hands and focus her vision on it. It's grass. She sits up and looks around. "oh..." she says to herself, taking in the scenery. It's lovely, a grassy, sun soaked field. The sky made of churning colors like the last place she'd been, but they're pastel and much prettier. A warm breeze brushes past her face and she takes a deep breath of it, it smells sweet and warm, heavy with the scent of growing things, and for the first time since this started she finds some peace. Peace which is quickly shattered by a familiar, grating voice.
She jumps and whirls around so quick she falls onto her butt. There, floating just inches from where her head had been, is Bill. Laughing at her of course.
"Whoops! Didn't mean to scare you there, Car Wreck!" he claims, moving through the air to look around, then turning back around to look at her. "So how do you like the new digs?"
There's a beat of silence where she just stares at him again, but quickly she shakes off the shock and tries to respond. "Uh...It's nice." She lets her eyes roam around for a second, before returning to Bill, "Where are we?"
"This is the Realm of Daydreams! Your new HQ!" he answers, floating around behind her and making a grand gesture with his arms.
She turns her head to follow him, "Daydreams? HQ?"
"Yep! This is where you'll hang out when you're not puppeting your little pawns." He turns around to look at the scenery more himself. "Kinda dull if you ask me. Maybe you can do something about that!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh you know, some pillars of anguish, an alter of unholy fire, maybe a blood fountain or a couple of-" he gestures with each suggestion, like a landscaper creating a vision, until she cuts him off.
"No I mean," she finally pushes herself to a stand, teetering a little till she finds her balance. "Pawns?"
He turns back to her, "Oh yeah, which ones do you want anyway?" he waits a beat for an answer, but she just stares back at him, clearly not following. "Ugh, our deal?"
He hadn't really told her what the deal was, just mentioned a game and a second chance. "Uhh, I don't think you-"
"Oh right, you flesh bags need everything explained to you." he groans, rolling his eye, "Alright, here's the deal. We're gonna play a little game," he holds out his hand and a little hologram like projection appears showing an aerial view of a town. "and the people of this hick town are gonna be the pieces." ten little blue stick figures appear in the center of town, each with a little symbol above it's head. "If you win, you rejoin the land of the living!" a little magenta stick figure pops into existence next to the others and they all do a little happy dance. "If I win..." suddenly the whole projection goes up in flames, and she jerks her head back instinctively, "You burn with rest of those worthless mortals!" He bursts into a fit of maniacal laughter, which actually gives her some times to recover.
After a second of shocked staring, she blinks a few times then puts on as neutral an expression as she can. "Ok. So what are the rules?"
"Simple!" he answers, cutting off his laughter "We can't directly manipulate each other's pawns, and we can't interfere with the other's powers."
"That's it?"
"Yep. Everything else is fair game"
"Ok...What are my powers?"
"Same as mine! Except you don't have to wait till someone falls asleep to get in their head."
"I see..." her eyes wander to the ground as she contemplates the information, and her hand reaches for the longest of her three necklaces to idly play with the spiked pendant. "So you can talk to them in dreams, and I can talk to them in daydreams."
"Bingo!"
She scrunches her nose a little, thinking of a few ways that could end up being annoying. "Alright, anything else I need to know?"
"Hmm, nope! That just about covers it. All that's left is to pick our pawns, I'll even let you go first!" And with that ten, glowing, blue symbols appear between them. She looks them over carefully, she knows who each symbol corresponds to- supposing the cartoon from her world is accurate. She considers the six-fingered hand, if she takes him out of Bill's control from the start that derails his whole plan as she knows it. But, then she'll have no clue what's up to at all, at least by letting Bill have the pawns she's familiar with she has a chance at guessing his moves. She reaches forward and touches the shooting star, it turns magenta and floats to hover closer to her.
"Interesting." Bill comments, though his tone doesn't sound very interested, as he makes a simple motion with his eye and the six-fingered hand settles beside him. She chooses the fish looking symbol next, and Bill's second choice in the pine tree. They go back and forth till they have five symbols each, Bill having the the six-fingered hand, the pine tree, the llama, the stitched heart, and the pentagram. While she has the shooting star, the fish, the bag of ice, the spectacles, and the question mark.
"Welp, that settles that. Nice picks you made there, lets hope they work out for ya, Car Wreck"
"Could you not call me that?" though it hardly sounds like a request.
"And what else should I call you?" Bill asks, collecting his symbols into one hand and placing the other on his...hip?
"How about my name? It's Maranwe."
"But Car Wreck fits you so much better! Just take a look!" he quips, snapping a full-length mirror into existence. Maranwe turns to look and gasps in horror. Bill breaks out into more cackling, "Well my work here is done! I'll let you get cleaned up, see ya around Car Wreck!" And with that he fades from existence.
Maranwe just stares, even as Bill disappears from 'her' realm, she can only stare at her destroyed refection. Her hair is messy- and she almost laughs that that's what her brain zeros in on first-, It's also dirty, some of the mess is actual dirt but several spots are matted with half-dry blood. Her face is in a similar condition, smeared with dirt and blood but she can see the wounds there. Scrapes and still oozing cuts, bruises forming on one cheek bone and under her eyes. Her nose isn't quite right...broken probably. Her vision skims over her whole body for a second, making note of similar injuries where tears in her clothes reveal them. It's not as bad as she would expect a car crash victim to look- "except for that" Her mind screams suddenly while all her mouth can do is gasp, as her attention lands dizzyingly on her neck. It's...purple, but also red? There's no spilled blood but it still looks ugly, and the worst part is the...bump. It's not hard to figure out that it's a misaligned bone. Without the pain to tell her she never would have noticed, her neck is broken. Very broken. How is she holding her head up right... Probably because this isn't actually a physical body. She wonders if this is what killed her, or if there's something inside, something she can't see, that did the trick.
Whatever it is, she can't be seen like this. And she really really doesn't want to look like this for her own sake. Bill said she could 'clean herself up'? How exactly... She thinks about how Bill's powers tend to work and tries to concentrate on a cleaner, less beat up mental image of herself. She lifts her hand to her cheek and grazes her finger tips across it, a trail of sparkles follow the touch and the skin underneath returns to normal. She relaxes a little, watching the disaster wipe off her face like cheap make-up. She keeps the image in her mind and closes her eyes, cupping her hands in front of herself and imagining the sparkles pooling in them. Then she splashes the sparkles over he face, like a girl in a face wash commercial, and imagines the glittering dust washing over her entire body, cleaning away the mess and injuries. And when she opens her eyes, that's exactly what's happened. Her reflection shows her whole and unwounded, even her clothes are fixed.
The next thing she does is smooth her hair down, mostly an instinct since it's still messy, and the sparkles trail after her hands, tidying the strands as if she'd just brushed them. She watches her reflection's mouth quirk up a little in a small smirk. So she can just change what she looks like by imagining it? That figures, this is a place of daydreams that's kind of how they work. She knows exactly what to do with this, she's known since she was a kid what she's change if she could. She places the backs of her hands next to her ears and flicks up, sparkles spray up with the motion and her normal human ears, turn to wolf ears the fur the same chocolate brown as her hair. Her smirk blooms into a full blown smile, and she tilts her head to get a better look at them, watching them move as she tests them. It's like they're real! Next is the tail of course, it's mostly brown, with some silver down the top and a black tip. Then she looks down, and taps the toe of each of her shoes against the ground in turn, as she does they become the compressed paws of her own design.
"That's insane..." she laughs to herself. She's actually turning herself into something else, her own made up alien species. And she just can! With the big changes out of the way she works out the details; pupil shape, fang length, and straightens out a few asymmetries and insecurities she's always had about her body- after all why not? When she's done, she can't help admiring herself a little, turning this way and that in front of the mirror, her perfect image of herself. Well- almost perfect. She snaps her fingers and in the same dusting of glitter, her shirt changes. What was before a loose grey t-shirt with the word "nope" written across it in cursive, as been replaced by a cropped sweater, banded in 3 colors; white at the top, then light blue, then dark blue. She lifts it to look at the crop top under neither, it's just plain white. She decides she doesn't like it that way, so it changes to a cropped version of the t-shirt she'd had before. With that taken care of she lifts her arm so the over-sized sleeve falls down and she can see her forearm, which is covered by a light blue arm warmer with white lace around the edges. Perfect. At least for now. She can change later if she decides she doesn't like the arm warmers.
She giggles to herself, invigorated by the makeover and the sense of control she has now. She turns from the mirror and skips a few feet across the grass, the symbols she'd chosen follow her, floating loosely like beads suspended in gel. She laughs a little as she watches them, and idly reaches for her necklace again, but this time her hand just meets the soft knit of her sweater. She'd forgotten to add them into this new look, so she just wills them into place; three different necklaces of three different lengths. Her hand finds the middle length first, the pendant is designed to spin so she plays with it while her mind starts to wander. She starts thinking of plans for winning this game, what she might say to each other 'pawns' and who to use where and how, even letter her thoughts wonder about the new life she'll have. Cipher's hologram suggested she'll stay in Gravity Falls, which would be cool but what about-
The sound of screeching tires and twisting metal cuts her thoughts off clean and she whips around to find the source of the noise, but her fear turns to confusion when she sees...nothing. She stands stock still, her mind running over only vague impressions of thoughts relating to what she just heard, until another loud sound whips her back around. This time she actually sees something, like a huge firework in the pastel oil-slick sky, accompanied by Bill's obnoxious voice echoing through the space.
"Let the game begin!"
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blackcatanna · 5 years ago
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Okita's Route Part 2: Still on Kyoto Winds because I didn't realise that I'd ramble so much
Predictably, I'm enjoying Okita's route a lot more than Kazama's. Also, I'm skipping a lot less than when I played Kazama and Iba's routes, which makes a lot of sense because Okita is actually in the Shinsengumi and, therefore, gets a lot of screen time. So far, he acts like an asshole but this isn't backed up by his actions. Apart from the casual child cruelty X_X
Chapter, uh, 3? I think...
I feel like Hijikata sticking up for Sanan is just making things worse X_X . Saying that he's not useless because he's a swordsman is just plain wrong. It makes it seem like he's just saying it out of pity. I'm sure that Sanan has plenty to contribute, besides slicing people up.
"Sanan is quite the beloved member here, isn't he? It's nice to see such a tight-knit group." -_- Itou is such a master of shade. Gently implying that they only keep Sanan around because of their relationship. You evil bitch X_X
"Ugh, who brought those bastards into the Shinsengumi?" RIGHT?! Glad to see that Okita's not blindly following Kondou's lead here.
"He is easily deceived by silver tongues, those who appear virtuous... but are real scumbags." As the great Roisin Conaty once said: "Charming is just lube for evil." However, this is kind of backing up what those asshole kids were saying earlier about Kondou being an idiot X_X
SNOOP SNOOP 👀
AH! OKITA CAUGHT ME TALKING TO MYSELF! AGAIN X_X
"Trying to run away behind our backs." -_- You know that's not true.
"Heh, I'm just messing with you." No shit. "I mean, unless you were escaping, then I'll slit your throat." -_- You just couldn't resist the opportunity to throw out another casual death threat, could you?
Is he worried about my safety? I KNOW YOU'RE TRYING TO BE FLIPPANT BUT I SEE THROUGH YOU.
"Good girl." -_-
"It sounded like something out of a fairy tale." Oooooooooh hooooooneeeey... Have you not been paying attention?!
Welp, Okita told me to scream so... AAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Oh, apparently, not that... OKITAAAAA! Bet he loved that.
"Aaaaaaaaaaagh!" Everyone, please stop screaming.
Ngl, Sanan looks good with white hair.
Apparently, Okita likes hearing me screaming his name... Good to know...
"Don't worry your little head. It would be my pleasure to help you die." O_O ... Isn't that a little hasty!?!
"You're not serious, are you?" HONEY X_X
"It's really annoying, you know. You think you're part of the Shinsengumi?" </3 Ouch X_X You're the ones who took me prisoner, y'know? However, Chizuru does often act like she's the only one who cares about the Shinsengumi members, which must be annoying af.
"We only keep you alive because you're useful. You are NOT one of us." Uh... Thanks for calling me useful? But is that seriously your attitude? Anyone who's not useful to you should just die? -_-
"His words shattered my already breaking heart." Aw! </3 Poor Chizuru bae!
"Seriously... You can really be a pain, you know that?" RIGHT. BACK. AT. YOU.
"It'd be easier to just kill you," Broken record much?
"Had their last thoughts as men been hope they might survive the madness? It sounded horrible..." YUUUP.
"Sano! Make something up!" Definite DnD vibes again! When you make the low charisma character roll deception X_X
"You're a miserable actor. Keep your mouth shut." I'm sure that this exchange won't seem suspect at all X_X
"Oh, Sanan... Who cares what you are? You're alive!" Bless Kondou's pure and simple heart :')
"Yukimura, you go back to your room. I know you didn't sleep much." Why am I the only person in this game who requires sleep? -_- Just a trend I've noticed...
"*Cough* *Cough*" O_O OKITA, ARE YOU OKAY!??? O_O
"You owe us a lil' booze! Or maybe even, heh, a little... company?" WHERE'S OKITA'S MURDEROUS INSTINCT WHEN YOU NEED IT!?!?
"Suddenly I felt a hand on my arm." BWOOOOOOAAAARP!!! PHYSICAL CONTACT ALARM!!!
"Calm down, kid." ... NO. I HAVEN'T BEEN TOUCHED IN MONTHS.
"Hey hey hey! Looks like she's got the hots for you, Souji!" Oh Heisuke X_X
"No matter what, I won't buy Ishida Medical Powder." XD Got to admire Okita for staying true to his convictions :')
"I'm using the hell out of you" O_o Calm down, Hijikata X_X
Guess I'm going to have to put stalking Okita on hold for now...
Harada and Shiranui should just kiss already.
""Huh? Chizuru?" Okita looked up from cleaning his sword as I entered the hall." OH, HE WAS POLISHING HIS SWORD, EH? ;P YES, I AM TWELVE. Tbf, his face really does look like he's been caught in the act...
"Oh shut up, will you? It's all your fault. The medicine you gave me totally doesn't w..." >:( I'm hoping that the reason that sentence trails off is because I give him a verbal smack down!!
"*Cough* *Cough*" O_O WELL, I GUESS NOW I CAN'T CALL HIM A CUNT!
BLOOD O_O
"It's nothing." ... BOI!!
This game is totally a forcing-stubborn-men-to-rest simulator X_X
"I'd been given instructions to stay away" from the physical examinations but ho's gotta ho', amirite?!
"Oh my... So you WANT to see those savages? What peculiar taste..." Itou, don't call me out like this. Although, I still feel like we should respect their privacy X_X
"Oh! Oh..." ALRIGHT, YOU THIRSTY BITCH, CALM DOWN.
*Camera zooms in on Nagakura's tiddies* -_-
"Your body's fine, Shin." - Heisuke.
"Don't you wanna order a slice of this beef cake? I got two meaty servings on a plate, right here." Aaaaaagh! X_X My eeeeyyyeees.... Can't... un-read... sentence... please... fetch.... brain... bleach...
"A medical exam is for finding problems, not showing off. Now move." PREACH, SAITO!!!
"I feel like it's rude to intrude..." AND YET HERE WE ARE X_X
"It grants immortality" ??? Except for the part where you turn to ash???
"You're forcing your body in ways the eyes can't see." LISTEN TO THE DOCTOR, GUYS!!!
Everyone's just... RIPPING Takeda to shreds XD
"I'm scared shitless, believe me." :'( Poor Okita
No smart comments here... this is just really sad :'(
He's seen me? It's been nice knowing y'all...
Finally, Chizuru calls out Okita for threatening to kill her so much.
"Desist, you hooligans!" Sen is such a Queen! I want a Sen route!
Chizuru and Sen standing up to these arseholes is giving me LIFE! :') PREACH, GIRLS, PREACH!!!
"What were you going to do if they hurt you gravely?" Regenerate, biatch! >:)
"C'mon, was she that pretty?" UM, YES. But I think that she gives off too much of a domme vibe to be Okita's type :P
Chizuru is getting VERY distracted by Okita's hair. You know those scenes in movies where the woman takes down her hair and it's all slow motion and super sexy? This series has a lot of that. Plus when they get their Western makeovers :')
"That's funny... You don't LOOK like an especially nosy, hand-wringing version of my mother." XD I mean, -_- That totally wasn't hilarious.
"I grabbed his towel and began to scrub his head." ... We totally are his mother X_X
"I feel like I remember a time when you were nice and quiet..." NOT ANYMORE, BITCH! AND NOW, I'M ARMED WITH A TOWEL >:)
"You're really good with your hands." O_o ... What?
"You tied your hair up so quickly..." Why don't you show me what else you can do with them? ;)
Now he wants to know what I think of his hair? :/
OMG, HE'S TRYING TO COPY KONDOU'S HAIR XD I HAVE NO WORDS (for once)
Oh, you're surprised that I kept my promise? I'll have you know that I am an honourable woman, good sir! >:/
But Chizuru's claiming to only have done it out of fear of being sliced and diced? :/Uh, sure?
Chapter 4:
"They're small potatoes." This game has some excellent phrases in it X_X
Itou wanting to change the Shinsengumi uniform because it's not "fashionable" enough is the kind of genius that I'd expect from this game's most relatable character :') Although, I personally think that the blue uniforms are pretty <3
Awe, Chizuru thinks that Okita's joking about killing Itou :')
Kaoru just VERY BLATANTLY giving away that he was involved in the notice board incident X_X
:O I'm slightly jealous to discover that Okita's casual death threats aren't just reserved for me!
I get the sense that Okita knows that Kaoru's a boy but I'm sure that it wouldn't stop him if Kaoru was really a girl. Hooray for gender equality!
"I felt embarrassed for even doubting her for a second," O_e SERIOUSLY??!??
We're just going to let him go now!?!
Now Okita's having a coughing fit D: It was so stupid to run off and make him come after us :(
"What if she had accomplices nearby" GOOD. POINT. Chizuru would be so easy to lure into a trap X_X
"Without me around, you're just a useless kid." But I have a great personality! So, together, we almost make one complete, functioning adult :)
"Stop being so timid." I wish that I had that power :'(
"You can rely on us when you need to." Aweee! ^_^
"even compared to the weakest Shinsengumi foot soldier, I was pathetic." HEY. STOP THAT. WHAT DID I SAY? GREAT. PERSONALITY.
"Did you need something?" "Blood." O_O AH. Well, at least he doesn't beat about the bush! O_O
"What the hell? That's a little cold of you, having that pass for a good-bye, isn't it?" YEAH! :'( MIKI IS RIGHT! </3 :(
"Saburo. Watch your mouth." I'm sure that Miki is sad when Itou dies but 90% of their interactions are Itou telling Miki to shut up. X_X
"Is... Is that okay?" NO. IT IS NOT OKAY. SAITO AND HEISUKE ARE LEAVING, ALONG WITH LITTLE PIECES OF MY HEART. D'X
"would that mean I could never see them again?" *sobs*
"We're going to keep relations amicable between our two organisations." AHAHAHAHAHA HA.
"Okita...?" "... Hm? Damn." Uh, nice to see you, too?
"Next time we run into 'em, we'll probably have to kill each other." O_O Don't be so flippant, you ass :'(
"Swords don't think" damn, I didn't realise that you were sword-kin. Everyone thinks and has feelings. I'm sure that no power could convince Okita to kill Kondou.
"Takeda also left" and not one single fuck was given. :')
Just going to ignore Okita making fun of my "bed head" -_-
"I've come to take you" orly? ;)
"Look, lady, you're not part of the Shinsengumi, so I'd appreciate it if you could keep your nose out of our business." So, now that it's convenient for you, I'm part of the Shinsengumi? -_- I still haven't forgotten what you said before, asshole >:( Remember? HEART = BROKEN.
Sen knows that I'm a SLUT ^_^
"I can't tell if you have guts, or if you've got rocks for brains..." It must be the latter if I'm staying because of you XP
*Terrible decision immediately has lethal consequences*
LEMME GO! >:(
See Kazama post for my COLOURFUL feelings on this cunt >:(
Kondou can be so badass when he wants to be :')
Why... Hello there ;)
"Gotta admit, I didn't figure you for this type of girl." Then you haven't been paying attention ;P
Oh yeah: BWWWWWAAAAAAAARRRRP!!! PHYSICAL CONTACT ALARM!!! And then some X_X
"Didn't think I'd be getting pushed down into bed tonight, least of all by you." Oh yeah? Who else did you have in mind? Kondou? -_-
"Oh no! No no no!" Chizuru, we know you're thirsty and it's okay! Embrace the thot within! :')
"Tell me... How is it? On top of me. Does it feel good?" PLEASE SAY YES, PLEASE SAY YES, PLEASE SAY YES!
"I hadn't realised I was still on top of him." Uh-huh. Sure. And what a terrible shame that was.
"If I go out, Kondou will get mad at me." And then no more bum fun :( (me@me: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!??! me: XD Sorry)
"Okita's eyes shone with admiration for Kondou." X_X The fanfiction writes itself...
Just to be clear, I think it's pretty gross to ship people with their guardians, even if they're both adults at the time, because that's called GROOMING.
"He isn't going to need the Water of Life. I'll make sure of that." ... How, Hijikata?! He's literally DYING of tuberculosis!
And now he's not eating :'(
"I just don't want to. Is that really a problem?" Yes, because you'll starve to death.
"Hm, you are a doctor's daughter... Maybe you just can't leave a sick guy alone?" Or maybe I just don't want YOU to die, ass >:'(
I WILL MAKE YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT, JUST EAT IT!!! Ooooooh! He's blushing :O
He doesn't like bitter stuff but wants me to put grated radish in his porridge? O_o Well, I'm glad that he's cooperating :D
"I'm only going to eat it if it's delicious." Well, if you don't like it, I'll try again! :D
"Don't think I've given up or something." Okay D': <3
EAT THE FOOD, OKITA >:D
"It makes me feel good..." Hooray ^_^
"Could you keep me company for a while?" :O Okey! :)
"What would I talk about?" HELLO DARKNESS MY OLD FRIEND...
"He wasn't afraid to die," um, weren't you eavesdropping on his conversation with the doctor? -_-
"I want to help... But I'm getting weaker every day." Of course you do :'( This is more heartbreaking than him saying that you're not part of the Shinsengumi and just annoying DX
Maybe tell him that everybody likes having him around and that the Shinsengumi is where he belongs? Or, we could just leave him to wallow in misery... I guess that works, too X_X
"I couldn't see someone like Okita succumbing to a mere disease." ... Why, exactly? Is he supposed to fight it off with his sword or persuade it to fuck off with the force of his personality?
"He'll be fine. Right...?" NOOOPE.
SAITO 😍 I mean, uh, whatever... Totally not bothered at all...
WAIT, HOLD ON: SPY-TO. Yes, thank you. I am a genius :3
Finally murdering Itou for realskies! :')
I get that Hijikata and everyone are trying to look out for Okita but he's terminally ill. Keeping him out of the action is only going to keep him miserable until his inevitable demise. :'(
"Saito'll be here for a few days, so you'll have someone to play with." -_- Bit patronising, Hijikata X_X
Kazama being his usual, charming self X_X
Let's go find Okita and... Tell him to go back to bed? Okay...
What the fuck!?!! Kaoru!?!!
Do we ever get a decent explanation for why Kaoru was sent to live with some abusive fucks?
Kaoru... Why are you so short? I bet you were malnourished X_X
Okita's just watching this unfold, chomping on imaginary popcorn...
"Do you just plan to use her, like Kazama does?" O_o... I fucking hope not, because that would be INCEST!!!
"... No," OH, THANK GOD.
"What would you have done if I'd said yes?" Ugh, you said no already! Can we please move this conversation in a less incestuous direction X_X
"... No. You're free to take her." OKITA!!! HE'S MY BROTHER X_X Not that I'm expecting you to leap to my defense but this conversation is WEIRD as FUCK.
:O The Ochimizu! Is Kaoru trying to help Okita?! Misguidedly, but still.
"But... if their plan is to simply use my dear sister as some sort of demonic broodmare... I can't allow that to happen." ... Kaoru... :'O That's... Actually really sweet XO This is the first time that someone who claims to be part of my family has actually looked out for me :')
Oh, so Kaoru wants to use Okita to protect me from Kazama! I have a feeling that he's going to be disappointed if he thinks that Okita will do what he tells him to but I appreciate the gesture :')
"Please don't do anything that would hurt Kondou so, Okita." Ugh, even as he lies dying, he's supposed to be worrying about upsetting other people? >:(
"Okita the Fury; Okita the beast." X_X Bit harsh but okay.
"He had traded away his soul." Um, since when? XD
"Happy now, Kaoru Naguno?" "Yes I am." ... Fair.
"... For falling into my trap." Wait, what?!? O_O
"I'm happy I got to make my sister suffer." Kaoru, why? D': WE COULD HAVE HAD IT AAAAAAAAAAAAAA-AAA-AAALLL!!! DX
I'm glad that Kaoru did away with the Nagumo fuckers >:( But still, why take it out on me?!
Even dressed as a boy, Kaoru still looks prettier than Chizuru...
*Sigh* looks like I'm being choked, as usual X_X
I feel like Kaoru could easily have given Okita something much worse than the Ochimizu if he REALLY wanted to make me suffer.
"I'd run out of things to say." X_X Again?!
"This was my decision and I don't regret it." That is good to know :)
"You shouldn't get involved with a guy like me." Oh, here we go X_X
"That came out of nowhere," Too right!
"No" uh, does that mean "no, I won't get involved with you" or "no, I won't do as you say"???
Uh, is he crying?! "Hey! You can't just act like you're sick when you want something!" XD What the actual fuck is happening right now???
"I'm dead" ... Uh... Really? Because... You seem very much alive...
"I don't think Kondou wants you around just because he wants you to do things for him." FINALLY, some sense!
Aaaand, apparently, it's earned me The Unblinking Stare of Doom >:(
"Do you mind not trying to speak for Kondou." Do you mind not assuming that he's so much of an asshole that he'd kick you out just because you're inactive during the day?! >:(
"It's not like you're capable of knowing exactly how Kondou truly feels." YES, YUKIMURA!!! GET HIM!! >:D
"Do you think Kondou would still need me... Even if I can't hold a sword anymore?" YES.
"You're right." I know :3
"I'm just jealous of you, Okita, that you have someone like Kondou by your side." Yeah. >:'( Fuck you, Kaoru, fuck you, Kodo :'(
"Oh yeah, huh... I totally forgot." Ffs, Okita XD
"They just happened to be there when you were born, you know?" Yeah! >:( And they can all go to hell!
"Somehow, my chin had acquired something of an arrogant tilt" yaaaas! You live your best life, girl! Let go of the haters, cut out the negativity! Stick it to 'em!
Chapter 5:
"How dangerous could foreign weapons be?" Oh, my sweet, Summer Sanan X_X
"Why are you going on night rounds with us?" ... Wait, what?! Why am I going on night rounds?
AS IF putting myself in danger is going to help Okita in any way X_X
DAMN, KONDOU... Nice, uh, blood you're accessorising with, there. O_O MEDIC!!!
"Lucky for us, they're idiots." Hooraaaay!
Okita's not going to be happy when he sees this...
Speak of the devil...
HIJIKATA, STOP BEATING ABOUT THE BUSH.
"I thought for a moment that Okita was going to grab Hijikata and shake him." :O :D Please yes!
Okita is suuuuuper keen to blame Hijikata for this -_-
"If he dies, it's your ass in the fire, Hijikata." Another excellent image but this pointless conversation has gone on for too long X_X
"I will find you, no matter where you may be, and I will kill you." O_O OKITA!! I THOUGHT THAT YOU SAID YOU WERE CALM!!! Bloody hell X_X
Oh no... What has Okita done now X_X
Killing spree, mad science, aggressive interrogation, Hijikata murder? The possibilities are endless with this stabby boi.
Where exactly am I running to? "I had finally found him." HOW?! With the power of love?! O_o
Looks like "Killing spree" it is X_X
"I'm about to murder you." Ffs Souji X_X
"I'm just doing my job." OH YEAH?!? THEN WHY DID YOU FEEL THE NEED TO GO BEHIND EVERYONE'S BACKS, HUH?!
"What's wrong with me doing what I'm doing?" Yeah, what's wrong with sadistically slaughtering a bunch of virtually defenceless men as they attempt to retreat?! -_-
"I just killed people, no matter who it was, as long as it was what Kondou wanted." *Sigh* Kondou's not going to be around for ever, you know? X_X Maybe TRY think about why your doing what you're doing. Maybe learn from Kondou's example?
"Do not ever act out and worry the chief like that again." XD You tell him, Saito!
"Idiots." XD Hijikata
"I didn't wake up until evening had arrived." Oh look, it's me :)
OH, FUCK. That looked like a Kaoru silhouette :O
Why do they keep saying that Kaoru "tricked" Okita into drinking the Water of Life?! Kaoru offered it and Okita drank it. No trickery here!
"They wanted to avenge Itou. You remember him? The man you deceived and murdered?" XD Can't argue with that :')
"shoot the weaker target first." UGH. Why do I always get SHOT!?!
"Call me what you want." Oh, I intend to 3:)
Omg, I didn't get shot! :O BECAUSE OKITA USED HIMSELF AS A HUMAN SHIELD O_O ... BUT WHY?!??
NO, DON'T CHECK UP ON ME! WE NEED TO MOVE BEFORE WE GET SHOT AT AGAIN!!!
Oh no! O_O Doesn't look like he'll be moving any time soon O_O
"Okita! Okitaaaaa!" O_O
"It kills me to see you hurt, just as much as it kills you to see Kondou hurt!" O: <3 :'(
"What an idiot.. " No, Kaoru! You're the idiot! Because you will never be happy while you continue down this sadistic, evil path, wasting your own life trying to destroy someone else's and refusing to let go of your spiteful jealousy >:( At least Okita's risking his life for something good.
"The more despair and anger you feel, the more you look like me." ... Silver linings! :)
D: Did they use silver bullets?! :O
Wait, when did Yamazaki get wounded?! :O
Bless Hijikata for letting me stay with my crush XD
Final Chapter:
Yamazaki is fine :D Hooray!
"They need men, so we need to go now..." Uh... Then why aren't you dressed? X_X
"... I want you to remain calm as I tell you this." That is... NOT AN ENCOURAGING WAY TO START A CONVERSATION O_O
D': Inoue has fallen. :'( It hurts every time DX
Aw, he looks really sad :'( and no wonder...
"as soon as we arrive, I'm gonna swing my sword at anyone and everyone." Uh... That's the spirit X_X
ONWARDS TO EDO
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incorrectsmashbrosquotes · 5 years ago
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The Beginning... Episode 1 Part 3
Game 1
Ganondorf: Alright, alright alright! It’s finally time fro our first game of Volley-Bomb! Representing the Crying Goombas is Link, Leaf, Red, Joker, and Rosalina! Representing the Ugly Koopas is Samus, Roy, Pit, Lucina, and Erdrick!
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In the Confessional
Samus: I had high hopes going into the first round. I mean, Leaf and Red can barely be qualified as teens. They’re tiny. Then again we’ve got Pit... but the kid’s an angel! And he’s beaten Dark Lords and Evil Gods without any Pokemon.
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Ganondorf: The rules are simple... don’t kill each other! Oh, and stay on your side of the court. Aside from that? Go nuts!
Joker: Wait, seriously? No rules?
Ganondorf: People don’t want to see a fair fight! They’re here for blood, guts, and the occasional booty shots. *to the camera crew* Make sure to get Link’s moneymaker. Apparently fangirls like it.
Link: *covers his butt with his hands*
Ganondorf: And, without further ado... BEGIN!
*Link serves the bomb, throwing it over to the other side. To counter it, Erdrick draws his sword and uses it like a baseball bat, sending the bomb flying back to Link’s side.*
Link: Oh, so that’s how you want to play?! *draws the Master Sword* I’m the sword Ping-Pong champion!
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In the Confessional
Link: Finally! That Final Boss sequence in Ocarina of Time pays off! Never thought I’d be thanking Ganondorf for something.
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*Link charges up and unleashes a Great Spin sending the bomb back over with the force of a comet. It hits Lucina and the subsequent explosion sends her flying out of the arena*
Ganondorf: Point, Goombas!
Lucina, legs sticking out of the sand like a reverse ostrich: Sorry guys.
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In the Confessional
Samus: I may have spoken too soon.
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*the game begins again. This time Samus serves and sends it over to the other side. Rosalina catches it with her wand and whips it around her head like a sling*
Rosalina: Let me drop THIS bomb on you!
Everyone: ... *crickets chirping in background*
Rosalina: What, I thought it was a good one. *sighs* Oh well. *hurls the bomb back to Samus’ side*
*Roy intercepts the bomb and ripostes, countering and sending it back at Link’s team.*
Samus: Nice one flame-brain!
Joker: Oh yeah? How about this! *dramatically rips mask off, summoning Arsene* ARSENE! FIRE YOUR- *as he is preparing his epic anime-style attack the bomb hits him square in the chest sending him flying and dispelling the Persona* Oww.... my everything.
Ganondorf: And the Koopas even the score!
Link: Okay, no more screwing around! *picks up a new bomb* Just call me Marcellus Wallace, ‘cause I’m going Medieval on your ass!
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In the Confessional
Rosalina: Oh, so when Link does a one-liner it’s cool! How is that one different from mine? Puns make great one-liners!
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*Link tosses the bomb in the air and draws his bow and arrow. He lines up a shot and send the arrow flying. It hits the bomb and sends it over at Samus’ team.*
Pit: Oh yeah? Well two can play at that game! *Pit fires Palutena’s bow and sends the bomb right back at Link*
Link: Grr! *fire his bow again, hitting the bomb and repeating the process.*
Samus: I don’t think so pretty boy! *Samus summons up her Power Armor and Z-Jumps into the air. She fires her Zero Cannon, blasting the bomb down with such force it takes out both Link and Rosalina*
Ganondorf: Oh, snap! That’s  two-fer! Way to play for keeps Samus!
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In the Confessional
Link, bruised and bloodied: Okay, not gonna lie... that was pretty hot.
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Samus, her Power Armor flaling away: I play to win.
Ganondorf: Damn! Guess it’s down to just Redie Freddie and Leafy Green for the Goombas. How are they gonna get outta this one?
Red: Welp, guess it’s time for Plan P.
Pit: Plan P?
Leaf: Plan Pokemon!
*Leaf and Red throw their Pokeballs, summoning Charizard, Squirtle, and Bulbasaur.*
Roy: Wait what?! They can do that?!
Ganondorf: Nothing says they can’t.
Erdrick: That’s totally cheating!
Ganondorf: Guess who doesn’t give a shit ya Goku rip-off.
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Confessional
Erdrick: It’s not my fault I was designed by Akira Toriyama!
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Leaf: Bulbasaur! Use Vine-Whip!
Bulbasaur: ‘Saur! *grabs the Bomb with their vines and throws it into the air*
Red: Charizard! Use Flamethrower!
Charizard: ‘Zard! *Blasts fire at the bomb sending it at Pit with the force of a meteor*
Pit: Oh, applesauce. *Gets blasted out of the court*
Ganondorf: Oooh! And that’s another one for the Goombas!
Samus: Alright, that’s it! *turns to Erdrick and Roy* Morons! Swords out!
*Erdrick and Roy draw their weapons. Samus nods and spikes the bomb over the net.*
Leaf: Bulbasaur use Vine-Whip! *Bulbasaur grabs the bomb out of the air and tosses it high*
Red: Squirtle, use Hydropump! Charizard, use Flamethrower at the same time!
Charizard: 'Zard!
Squirtle: Squirtle!
*Squirtle and Charizard use their attacks at the same time. The resulting blast on the Koopas side blasts Samus, Roy, and Erdrick off the court*
Ganondorf: Holy Jompin' Gibblets! Red and Leaf win the first Game with an abolutely EXPLOSIVE VICTORY!
Red: Boo yeah!
Leaf: Pokemon Power! *they high five*
*The others of their team come and crowd surf them while Koopa Team picks themselves up and dust themselves off*
Samus: Well, that was the most humiliating thing ever.
Erdrick: My three favorite Pokemon just beat me up! This is a dream come true!
Samus: Lucina, hit Erdrick for me. I'm too tired.
Lucina: *whacks Erdrick upside the head.*
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Game 2
Ganondorf: After that explosive display, it's time for Round 2 of VOLLEY-BOMB! Both teams gave a great effort and, frankly, both deserved to win... is what I'd say if I were a LOSER! The Koopas sucked harder than a Hoover vaccum making sweet, sweet love to a Roomba!
Peach: Well... there's another image to repress with alcohol.
Ganondorf: The Koopas are going to need this win just to tie it all up. This time we've got Daisy, Ike, Corrine, Marth, and Bonny Janet representing the Goombas! Opposing them is Zelda, Dark Pit, Robyn, Peach, and Captain Falcon!
Captain Falcon: Aw yeah baby! Let's get this party started!
Dark Pit: I hate everything.
Peach: Uhh... Dark Pit? How are you not sweating.
Dark Pit: I'm an emo. Emos don't sweat. We simmer along with our burning hatred for all things bright and happy.
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Confessional
Pit: Pittoo scares me sometimes. But I know that deep down he's a big old ball of sunshine! He's my brother after all. How bad can he be.
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Confessional
Dark Pit, stabbing a voodoo doll of Pit: Why! Won't! You! DIE!
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Bonny Janet: Ai'ght ya bleedin' coonts! Time ta show these hootin' tootin' flea-ridden, sheep-humpin', rat-faaced, doo-lillies tha' the Goombas ain't ta be messed with!
Corrine: Yeah! ...I think. Was that supposed to be inspirational?
Ike: Yeah.
Marth: How can you tell?
Daisy: The adorable Scot is right! LET'S FUCK 'EM UP!
Peach: Umm... Daisy darling? I'm right here.
Daisy: THERE ARE NO BREAKS ON THE ASS-KICKING TRAIN!
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Confessional
Daisy: Yeah... did I mention I can get kind of competitive?
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*Peach pulls down Captain Falcon by the arm and whispers in his ear*
Peach: Take Daisy out first. She's good. Too good, you get me?
Captain Falcon: *nods*
Ganondorf: Alright my funky-fresh friends! Let's get ready to ruuuuummmmmmmmbbbbbllleee!
*The battle is joined. Captain Falcon serves the bomb, sending it flying at Daisy. Daisy whacks the bomb with her baseball bat and sends it back over.
Daisy: GO LEGALLY BRAIN-DEAD BY CHOCKING ON MY ENTIRE ASS!
Zelda: Well that's just uncalled for! *Zelda summons up her armor to whack the bomb back over*
Ike: AETHER! *Ike swings Rangell, the sword wreather in blue flame. The bomb flies over... and out of the court entirely*
Ganondorf: Ooh, tough luck! Ike is out!
Corrine: What?! You didn't say anything about that!
Ganondorf: It's one of the basic rules of Volleyball Corrine, get with the fucking program girl.
Corrine: But this is Volley-Bomb!
Ganondorf: Look, I'm the host and I say that Ike's out.
Marth: Corrine, please just drop it.
Corrine: But he's just pulling this out of his ass! What we can use our powers but we can't knock the ball out of the court?!
Ganondorf: Okay, you know what?! You're out to missy. Grab Hunk of Burning Love over there and get off my court.
Corrine: WHAT!?
*Ganondorf Warlock-Punches her off the Court*
Ganondorf: ANYONE ELSE WANT SOME!? *turns to Ike* HOW ABOUT YOU MUSCLES!? YOU WANT SOME
Ike: Nope! No. Nuh-uh. *leaves and collects a delirious Corrine*
Ganondorf, cheerful again: Alrighty then! The Goombas are down two players. Can they make a comeback? Let's find out!
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Confessional
Corrine: Okay, arguing with the Man-Child of Evil may not have been my best move. But I don't like assholes doing whatever they like! Such a prick.
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Bonny Janet: A'ighty then... we're fooked ain't we?
Daisy: No we aren't! No yet! Come on guys! We can still win this. If Red the Twig and Leaf the... well Leaf the Leaf can pull off a win against all odds then we can too! So let's roll up our sleeves, grease those elbows, and WIN! THAT-
Captain Falcon: Falcon PAWNCH! *The bomb, struck by the Falcon Punch, hits both Marth and Bonny Janet, koncking them out of the arena*
Daisy: Game... Fuck.
Captain Falcon: FALCON PAWNCH! *Falcon knocks Daisy out of the arena with another bomb*
Ganondorf: AND LIKE THAT THE SECOND GAME IS OVER! THE KOOPAS TAKE AN ABSOLUTELY EXPLOSIVE VICTORY! Not losing a single player and absolutely DOMINATING the Goombas!
Captain Falcon: Oh yeah! High fives all around!
Ganondorf: And with that, the score is all tied up. You know what that means. It's time... FOR A TIEBREAKER!
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Tiebreaker
*The entire cast has assembled, including those nursing injuries.*
Ganondorf: The rules of the Tiebreaker are simple. Each team will select one, I repeat: ONE, champion each. These two champions will play each other in a 1 v. 1 game of Volley-Bomb. But this time, instead of ten player and one bomb... it's ten bombs and one player each!
Marth: Well, I'm out.
Robyn: Me too.
Red: Cowards.
Marth and Robyn: Yup.
Ganondorf: So, select your champions and let's get to this Sudden Death Elimination!
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With the Goombas
Link: Okay, so since most of us are nursing injuries and they're probably going to be sending out Captain Falcon... who should we choose?
Bonny Janet: Oh ho? So now yer askin' our opinions?!
Link, fed up: Bonny, shut up! I don't know what crawled up your ass and died but shut up and let me talk!
*there is a long moment of silence as Bonny Janet glares at Link... but remains silent*
Link: Thank you.
Corrine: I can't go. I'm still working through that concussion.
Leaf: You all look pretty banged up.
Red: And they'll probably be planning for our Pokemon. We won't be able to pull that trick again.
Daisy: I'll go.
*They all look at her*
Marth: Daisy-
Daisy: No. I owe it to the team to try. Besides, I owe Falcon a little bit of payback.
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*The battle lines are drawn. Captain Falcon representing the Koopas and Daisy representing the Goombas. Ganondorf  grins evilly and throws all ten bombs into the arena, ten to Daisy and ten to Falcon*
Ganondorf: Lights! Camera! SLAUGHTER!
Daisy: Oh yeah! *Daisy catches four of the bombs and delivers a massive kick upwards, sending the last one into the atmosphere. Daisy*
Catpain Falcon: You're going down girlie! *Falcon catches one, two, three of his bombs* Falcon KICK! *Falcon kick's one of the remaining bombs at Daisy.* Falcon KICK! *Falcon sends the other one at Daisy
Daisy: Sorry Falcon, but this flower's got thorns!
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Confessional
Rosalian: And now Daisy's doing one-liners two?! Ugh.
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*Daisy catches both bombs and sends one sailing at Falcon. Falcon dodges as the bomb hits the ground. Daisy throws the second one, but Falcon dodges again.*
Falcon: Hah!
Daisy: Sorry Cappy... I'm not done. *Daisy prepares to throw her remaining four bombs.*
Captain Falcon: Aww crap.
*Daisy throws three of her bombs. In a panic, Falcon responds. The bombs crash into each other, exploding on contact with each other. Falcon is officially out of bombs and Daisy has one left*
Daisy: Dodge this Falcon Dick! *Daisy throws the final bomb*
*Captain Falcon front flips over it. The bomb hits the ground where he had been standing moments prior.*
Captain Falcon: Wait a minute... we're out of bombs. What now?
Daisy: Oh... are we?
*Captain Falcon frowns, not understanding. Daisy smirks and points up. Falcon looks up and sees the final bomb. The one Daisy launched skyward, hurtling right towards his face.*
Captain Falcon: Aw, fu-
*the bomb explodes in his face, launching Falcon out of the arena. Daisy has won!*
Ugly Koopas: NOOOO!
Crying Goombas: BOO YEAH!
*The Goombas race forward, wrapping Daisy in a massive group hug*
Ganondorf: Well Holy Hell! That was one awesome tiebreaker! How're ya feeling Falcon?!
Captain Falcon, from the CF shaped hole in the nearby cliff face: No mommy... I don't wanna wear the pink bow...
Ganondorf: Eh, he'll be fine. Goombas! *The winning team stands at attention* I promised you a reward and now I'll deliver! You win invincibility, you cannot be voted off this island tonight. In addition, your team has earned... a beach party!
Crying Goombas: WOO HOO!
Ganondorf: There'll be good food, fine drinks, and all the volleyball you can play! … The none explosive kind, of course.
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Confessional
Daisy: Wow! So this is what it's like to be the hero? To be the one who saves the day?! It *sniff* It feels good.
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Ganondorf: Koopas. I'll be seeing you at the bonfire site, where you will vote off one member of your team. *evil grin* See you there.
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The Bonfire Ceremony
*As the lights of the Goombas' beach party blaze in the distance the Koopas sit in front of a massive bonfire in sullen silence. Most are nursing injuries and glaring daggers at the team bellow them on the beach. Peach sits with Pit and Zelda on either side of her*
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Confessional
Peach: I was confident that I wouldn't get voted off, especially after the poor showing of Samus and Falcon. Then again both are pretty powerful. I'm not sure if their failures today will be enough to get them voted off. Samus is more tolerable company, and she didn't fail as spectacularly as Falcon did. Still...
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*Ganondorf walks around the fire to face the Koopas, carrying a tray of One-Up Mushrooms*
Ganondorf: Welcome, losers, to your first bonfire ceremony! I have on my plate, nine One-Up Mushrooms. These one-ups represent immunity and safety for the coming week. If you fail to receive a marshmallow, you will walk the Dock of Fools, board the Boat of Failures, and be taken away from the Camp forever. And, lose your chance to ear the twenty million dollar reward.
*the Koopas shift around nervously*
Ganondorf: When I call your name, I'll throw your mushroom. The first goes too... Peach. Ganondorf throws it at Peach* Next up... Erdrick. *The Hero gratefully catches the mushroom.* Zelda. *Zelda catches hers* Roy. *Roy spear his mushroom as it flies at him* Pit and Pittoo.
Dark Pit: THAT'S DARK PIT!
Ganondorf: Shut up and eat your mushroom! *Pit happily eats his One-Up as Dark Pit begrudgingly chews on his* Next is... Robyn. *Robyn sighs in relief and eats her One-up* The second to last Mushroom goes to... … … Samus.
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Confessional
Samus: I was actually scared that I would be voted off first episode. Whew! I'd of never lived that one down.
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Ganondorf: I have, on this platter, the last One-Up Mushroom. Falcon, you let your team down when they needed you the most. And Lucina? You got knocked out before anyone else, pretty pathetic.
Lucina: Fuck off.
Ganondorf: Prettier girls than you have tried sweetie.
Lucina: Hmpph.
Ganondorf: And the last mushroom... goes too... … … … … … … Lucina!
Captain Falcon: What!?
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Confessional
Peach: Sure, Falcon's strong, but Lucina is by far the better thinker. Strong can be replaced. Thinkers can't.
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Confessional
Dark Pit: He's the one person on my team more annoying than Pit.
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Confessional
Roy: Call it a Fire Emblem bias... but Lucina should stay.
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Captain Falcon: This... this can't be happening!
Zelda: Sorry Falcon... I wish it didn't have to-
Falcon: This is bullshit! I-
Ganondorf: Cram it buddy! *Ganondorf grabs Falcon by the scruff of his neck and hurls him to the Dock of Fools* And that's your first episode of Total Drama Smash Bros! Falcon is the first to go, but have we seen the last of him? And what will become of the new teams? Find out next week, on Total, Drama, SMASH BROS!
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And that’s a wrap on episode 1! I’m so excited for this series you guys. I’m going to have so much fun with it!
I really hesitated to put Falcon down as the first off, but he was one of the few characters I didn’t have long term plans for. Sorry if you wanted him to stay.
Also, for a bit of extra fun, submit your own ideas for challenges! It will definitely help get my creative juices flowing.
Be good people!
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crystalninjaphoenix · 5 years ago
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Chaos Theory
Part Nine
(We’re getting close to the end, peeps. Get ready for a surprise in this one. ;) )
“Oh cool, this building has multiple stories,” Jackie commented, peering out the car window as it rolled to a stop. “This guy’s upgrading for the grand finale.”
“Yay, a whole three floors,” Marvin drawled. He rubbed his temples. “Let’s just get this over with.”
“You can say that again.” Jackie opened the car door and stepped out. The time was 5:05am. They had a little over an hour to finish this game, or...well, at this point, Jackie didn’t know what would happen if they didn’t finish. But he didn’t want to find out.
The building had a double-door entrance, made of blacked-out glass. Yet another typed note was pasted on the door. Jackie leaned close and read: Jackieboy should go inside alone. After ten minutes, the others should follow. If you don’t follow these instructions, I be you can guess what’ll happen ;) “Did he really type out a winky face?” Jackie muttered.
The others had followed, now reading the notes on their own, at their own pace. “That’s bullshit, he can’t threaten us,” Marvin growled.
Well, we don’t know that, JJ signed. For all we know, breaking his rules will lead to the death of innocents.
“Or our own death,” Chase added.
“Y’know I’m sick of not having a choice,” Jackie sighed. Out of sheer spite, he ripped the note off, crumpled it into a tiny, tight ball, and threw it down the street. “Alright. I’m goin’ in. Set a timer for ten minutes, then follow me.”
Chase suddenly wrapped his arms around Jackie, squeezing tight before letting go. “Be careful, bro.”
Jackie smiled. “I will be. Promise.” He took a deep breath, looking around at the others. “I’ll see you guys soon.”
“Good luck,” Marvin said.
Ten minutes and we’re there, JJ reminded him.
“Thanks.” And he turned to the doors, took another breath, and disappeared inside.
The ten minutes spent waiting felt like an eternity. Marvin paced around the sidewalk, unable to keep still. JJ kept checking the time on his phone every twenty seconds. Chase went back inside the car and turned on the radio. Until, finally, JJ signed that time was up.
“Welp.” Marvin folded his arms. “I’ll be honest, I’m kinda nervous about going inside.”
“At least you have cool magic shit,” Chase pointed out, climbing back out of the car. “All I have is a gun, and I don’t even have that right now.”
If it makes either of you feel better, I doubt there would be a situation where force would count, JJ said helpfully. These are puzzles and games, mind over matter.
“Oh great, another thing I don’t have right now,” Chase muttered.
You came up with the idea to use the search feature, JJ pointed out. If you hadn’t done that, we may not have gotten to Marvin in time.
“We’re wasting minutes!” Marvin suddenly shouted. “Let’s go.” He pulled open the door and ducked inside, the other two hurrying to follow close behind.
The inside was a small room with three doorways. Two were open, one was blocked by a roll-down door that resembled a garage door. “Uh...which one do we take?” Chase asked.
I don’t know,” Marvin said, looking back and forth between them. “Guess we choose one at random? Other than the closed one.”
“Might as well.” Chase strolled forward, the other two close behind. The room beyond had three more doors, as well as a flat screen mounted on the wall.
It’s a maze, JJ realized.
“We don’t have time for a maze!” Marvin shouted. “We have less than an hour to finish this!”
Suddenly, the screen on the wall flickered to life. “Well, then I guess you should hurry.” It was the gamemaster’s voice.
“Shut the fuck up!” Marvin yelled.
“You know, there’s the trick about hugging the right wall.�� The flat screen solidified into a video of a shadowy figure, sitting at a desk. “Maybe if you hurry, you can get to the second floor quickly. You’re really gonna want to see what’s up there.”
They exchanged looks. “...what’s on the second floor?” Chase ventured to ask.
“Well I’m not spoiling it for you,” the gamemaster said, shrugging. “Guess you’re just gonna have to...step up to the challenge.”
“Was that a pun? Was that a shitty pun?” Marvin demanded. There was a faint wheezing sound, and Marvin whirled on JJ. “Don’t laugh, it’s not funny.”
It wasn’t, JJ agreed. Yet he was smiling.
“I’ll just remind you of the time limit,” the gamemaster said. “See you soon.” The silhouette reached to the side, and the screen turned off.
“Alright, we’re running through this maze with our hands on the right hall, let’s go! Go!” Chase didn’t even wait for the others, just breaking into a run. Luckily, the others followed.
The rooms were identical, except for when they ran into a dead end. Soon there was no way to tell where they were within the building. With no way of knowing where to go, they kept to the right-wall rule. Until, finally, they came to a metal staircase leading upward. JJ checked the time and told the others: 5:36 in the morning.
“That took way too long,” Chase said. “I’m pretty sure this guy is deliberately wasting the time he gave us. But we still have some left.”
“Well, let’s go upstairs, what are we waiting for?” Marvin started climbing.
The staircase to the second floor led to a single hallway with six doors. Five of them were open, one shut tight. “...okay now I don’t know where to go from here,” Marvin admitted.
Check the doors,obviously, JJ signed. I suggest checking the closed door first. It must be closed for a reason.
“Alright, might as well.” Chase approached the closed door and turned the handle, only for it to stop turning. Locked. Luckily there was a key on a ring hanging from a peg in the wall. Chase grabbed it, tested the key in the door’s lock and found that it fit, then unlocked the door and opened it.
Upon entering the room, Chase froze. It was empty except for a screen mounted on a wall and one other thing...or rather, one other person. Chase gasped, covering his mouth. He could feel tears building in his eyes. “Sch...Schneep?” he whispered.
It was Schneep indeed. He was sitting in the corner, leaning against the wall. His eyes blinked slowly at Chase, looking a little dazed and out of it.
Marvin and JJ peered over Chase’s shoulders. JJ covered his mouth in shock. Marvin, who hadn’t been around for Schneep’s apparent death, just looked confused.
“Schneep!” Chase hurried over, kneeling next to Schneep and hugging him tightly. Schneep took a moment to realize the contact, stiffened, then relaxed and returned the hug. “Schneep, you’re okay! You’re okay, oh my god!”
“Mmm...” Schneep murmured.
Chase backed away from the hug, looking him over. “Oh my god, how are you okay?! We saw—well, I didn’t see anything, but I heard—”
“Mnn...faked...” Schneep said slowly.
“How could you fake that?” Chase shook his head. “You know what, it doesn’t matter, explain to me later. We have to get you out of here.” He climbed to his feet, pulling Schneep with him, who stumbled and practically fell against him.
“I...am so confused, just...” Marvin ran his hands through his hair, turning around to face the nearest wall. “So he’s not dead. It was fake. I shut down for nothing, okay, that’s fun. I...okay. Give me a moment.”
JJ, for his part, ran over to Chase and helped him support Schneep, draping one of Schneep’s arms over his shoulder. Schneep leaned his head against Chase, eyelids fluttering. JJ frowned, and signed, Drugged?
“I’m thinking so, yeah,” Chase agreed. “Well, we should get out of here before anything worse happens.”
Marvin turned around. “Guys, I think you’re forgetting something.”
What? JJ asked.
“Where’s Jackie?”
Everyone froze. Then Chase slapped his forehead. “I’m so stupid! We gotta find Jackie.”
How do we find him? Just search the building? JJ asked, confused.
The screen on the wall turned on again, the silhouette of the gamemaster showing up once again. “Well, maybe you guys should come up to the third floor. Jackieboy’s waiting for you up here.”
Chase frowned. “This feels like a trap.”
“Maybe it is!” The gamemaster agreed. “But do you really want to take that chance?”
They all looked at each other. And then, in unison, shook their heads.
“Great!” The gamemaster leaned closer to the camera, and the shadows hiding his appearance lifted some what. Only enough to see his face...or rather, the mask he was wearing over his face, hiding it all. It was red, with a white smile upon it. It was impossible to even see the gamemaster’s eyes, just black eye-shapes where the holes would be.
“Holy shit,” Marvin muttered, tensing, taking a step back. JJ shifted uneasily, and Chase pulled Schneep closer.
Impossibly, the mask’s smile seemed to widen. “I’ll see you soon.” And the video cut to black.
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Late af but I'm reaching the end here
So after the Gronder nonsense (rip Leonie) Flèche did her thing and Rodrigue died, not before telling Gilbert that Patricia might not have been Fodlan's best mom.
And to everyone wondering, no Bernie or her substitute isn't burning on the pyre, but all the tiles around are set aflame so it means that either way Bernie dies to intoxication caused by the smoke or it's a slow cooked thing.
This is still horrible news for one of your supposed allies, and damn if the BE guys siding with Edel on this route, even if Petra rushed to the pyre, are really messed up. Your leader set one of your friends as a trap and uses cute pets but you don't defect? I'm glad I finished the BE routes first because that's not something I can overlook, unless Hubie told them the usual "Rhea did it".
Flèche dies, Billy's the only one who talks to Dimitri, Billy's hands are warm etc. I think this is the moment that launched all of those ships, but then Dedue and his liege unlocked their A support and that was it.
This route is going on my nerves with the Billy worship, it's especially made worse when Dimitri can finally finish his support chains with the other guys - Gilbert's ready to off (well not really but) him, Felix finally comes to terms with him, Mercedes, even Flayn have interesting words to share but no, only Billy's allowed to interact with Feral!Dimitri, and Gilbert was the jaded passive retainer he isn't in their last support convo...
I can blind myself thinking Rodrigue's death played a part in Gilbert's change but...
Anyways, yes, without Billy ex machina, Dimitri would have rushed to his death. Yay for Billy, I guess.
Claude retreats, Hilda too but Leonie and Lysithea died.
Then we deal with Cornelia and I didn't get the lamine bow? I waited for the thief but he didn't appear... Welp, here goes Mercedes' bow rank, I guess...
Corny says that Patricia never loved Dimitri, I think we don't have enough clues to understand what she did or didn't (why Edel's siblings weren't with her? Were they already captured? Did she know about Agartha? Did she escape the Duscur tragedy?).
Then we have a paralogue in Arianrhod with Hanneman and Manu acting as bosses!
Hanneman disappointed me here, he supports Edel's vision and claims to be here for science in a gross Hydra impersonation (if you kill me another scientist will take my place) - it's especially unforgivable given how he defended the monastery during the invasion AND discovered during the monastery dialogue that Edel (and her pals) wanted to steal crest stones to turn more randoms into monsters!
Manu is an assassin? My bro was joking about all of those operas being covers for secret empire spies all around the continent... Too bad she doesn't have any convo with Dorothea.
Then I finished the anticlimactic map.
I liked how a random in the monastery was sour about helping the alliance when they decimated our forces in the Gronder Fields... But being a reasonable person means putting your grudges aside to work for the greater good, or something like that. Rip Leonie too, I guess.
Still, doing his batman gambit, even if he evacuated peasants, putting Hilda and Judith in danger (they're like 5 against an army??)... They are his generals, but damn.
He gives us a shiny bow, and figs out. I can't wait to play VW to have a better reading of Claude, the game wants us to feel like he hasn't lost on this path, but given how he figs out and lost comrades in the Gronder Battle due to plot induced myopia... He isn't dead and that's only good thing that came out from this war, from his POV.
Again with the assimilation bullshit "the alliance used to be part of the kingdom before plus everyone said OK"... It grows bothersome, really, especially in AM where both are alive and, I guess, it wouldn't break the plot if the Alliance and the Kingdom fought together under different banners but wc
We're back to the usual "can you really kill Edel Dimitri?" because she was his step sister.
I get it that Dimitri doesn't want to be an avenger anymore but? Edel's the aggressor, she has pets? She's moving her troops to retake the liberated lands? I know we don't care in this route but Rhea's still a hostage?
I mean what the literal fig?
Don't you dare waive family ties now when your people (the alliance now is part of them) are attacked by your sibling who launched her Empire against the world it is, uh, your duty to put an end to the war/your sibling?
I'm not saying to turn her into minced meat, but stopping the war/destituing Edel is the priority here, bonding between siblings comes later.
On the other hand, both Thales and Corny hoped for Edel and Dimitri to kill each other so...
This might explain why he is the only survivor in the Duscur Tragedy - they let the only blaiddyd heir survive because he'll become a monster (his crest?) able to fight against Edel and possibly kill her plunging the world in chaos or smthg
But if Edel is their masterpiece then why do they want to get rid of her? When she outlives her usefulness when Rhea’s captured or...? Edel's too op to be dealt with the likes of Kronya or nuclear missiles??
I don't understand their plans...
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Chapter 23: Don’t be so tough with yourself
In which fights and emotional instability strikes in. 
*Sans's POV*
I woke up quite late the next day, rays of sun telling me the present timeline was still there. The smell of warm coffee filled my room, and the bed was a lot less messy than usual. I looked at my left and noticed that, indeed, there was a cup of coffee, companied by a notebook with a lot of writing on the front page. I decided to read it, not before taking a sip to the drink before it got cold.
<<Sans, buddy, I don't think you should continue hiding these things. You are important, you have a family and friends that care about you. You are so young, man! You've been given the chance to go on and start from zero on the Surface, please don't waste it. You are super smart, I can feel it, and you are way more useful than you think.
Please, if not for you, then do it for your family. I bet Papyrus doesn't know anything about your problem. He may know what you have, but not WHY you have it. That's the intimate part, isn't it? I understand you want to keep Papyrus's innocence, but think of yourself at least right now. You are the most important person to your brother (From what I've seen, you guys don't have a close relationship. I am no one to judge, though).
I don't want to pressure you. I just want you to be okay. You have people to rely on- don't waste that opportunity.  Maybe you won't tell your parents, I perfectly understand. My parents don't know about my issues either. But you have your brother, friends, and if you ever want to, I'll always be open to hearing what you have to say.
Please, Sans, just be careful.
Because we all really care about you.
(P.D. If you wake up and the coffee's cold, don't hesitate to ask me for more! I'll be downstairs... Papy's probably awake already)>>
I sighed and took the cup with me. I know that what I was doing was so damn wrong, but I was truly afraid of letting go. I'm not happy like this, don't misunderstand, but... it's comfortable. Because it's predictable. And know that I have an unpredictable person in my life, what am I supposed to do?
I got dressed in simple clothes with my favorite hoodie and headed downstairs, where (Y/N) was helping my bro to make Hot Cakes. It smelled amazing, and the loud noise of dishes clacking and Paps's voice gave the house happiness. I noticed the door that leads to the room of my parents was shut down and locked from the inside, and I had the right to assume they arrived in the morning. Why? Because they would have asked about (Y/N)'s belongings on the couch (that now weren't there), about my muffled sobs, or the steps of the girl walking to my room.
"it smells good, guys" I softly commented in order to let them know about my presence. I always did that on the Underground, and I don't mean to change it any time soon.
"OH, HELLO BROTHER!" Papyrus excitedly waved at me, but was drawn by some signs that the human was making in order to get him to return to his duties. I chuckled. "EXCUSE ME, SANS, BUT I MUST NOT GET DISTRACTED WHILE COOKING!"
"Heya Sans!" (Y/N) said not looking at me, too focused on making breakfast. "Hope the coffee wasn't too cold"
"nah, it was perfect" I lazily answered and smiled wider. "i liked it a latte"
Silence dropped in for a few seconds before they realized the joke, receiving a groan and a giggle. I knew perfectly which was from whom.
"Wow" She said between her giggles "I have no words to espresso how awful that pun was"
Papyrus seemed so shocked and horrified that we both ended up laughing like crazy. He groaned louder and started to whine about how dorky we were. When we ended our laughter fit, breakfast was ready, so we sat down and started to eat. It was nice, way better than eating spaghetti all the damn mornings. I love my bro, but pasta... it sometimes makes me feel upsetti...
Heh.
The evening was great until we started to make breakfast puns. Then it became...
eggcellent.
"I SWEAR TO GOD, I'M GOING TO END BOTH OF YOU!" He screamed at some point.
"Wouldn't that make you a..." She started.
"DON'T!"
"Cereal killer?"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"nice one, gal" I smirked at Paps's reaction.
"Oh jeez, I wasn't bready for that compliment" Oh my God, she is such a dork.
"wow, that pun was brewtiful"
A lot of puns came later and brightened my day. After a well-deserved breakfast and some other cups of coffee, we finally went to the school I wanted to inscribe Papyrus in. This time we used a freaking GPS and did our best to don't get distracted. Inscriptions' closure was coming and I did not want to leave my brother without school for a whole semester.
Ebott High School was a huge and modern-looking school owned by the same man that owns the university. However, they (supposedly) weren't correlated. I didn't give a damn, though. I just want the best for my bro for this period of his life. He may decide later what he wants...
Ah, the mere thought of he going away and making a new life breaks my heart. Just as he tends to say, what would I do without a cool guy like him taking care of me? I would probably just go on and ruin my life on alcohol and sleepless nights on beds made of bills. I... I need to be more optimistic towards the future, but is hard. Really hard. I have no abilities- only complex feelings that not even I can comprehend.
We entered and made our way to the reception, where (Y/N) did most of the talking. It was better that way since I felt like saying something stupid. Based on the looks that the receptionist was giving us, I could also say that he wasn't happy with us being here, so it was good for me not to say anything.
After some minutes, we entered a room where we would talk about how the process to join the school would go and many clubs that Papyrus could join after the usual schedules. It was going good, everything was going calm and happy. In that stage of the inscription, of course. The next one, on the other hand...
"I can't believe we are letting a monster access our buildings!" An employee shouted to another, who tried to keep a neutral expression and not to punch his partner on the face. "This is the real life, not some 'let's accept everyone' shit!"
"Dude, he has acceptable grades" The other one answered, seemingly bored and used to that bastard's arguments "The skeleton can even have a scholarship! Why should we not accept him?!"
"But he's incompetent!"
"Hey, if you want to say something, say it to our face!" For my surprise, (Y/N) intervened. Looking at her expression I easily noticed how irritated and annoyed she was by this guy's behavior. At least for a moment, she decided not to act shy and defend... well, she wasn't even defending herself! She was defending Papy...
And before I even got to process everything, the fight escalated further.
"You better shut up, you stupid monster whore!" WHAT THE FU-
"Oh, great! Is that all that you have?!" Welp, she snapped quite quickly. But that's how girls are, right? "Your retarded mind lives on the prehistoric age or what?! We are in the twenty-first century, you freaking moron! Are you really that stupid?! Or are you just so full of yourself you simply can't accept others by. their. fucking. looks?!"
...ok...
Maybe that's NOT how girls usually are...
But if it is, then, I must be wary around them from now on.
"You just want to get him in for your own benefit!"
"Oh, really? Tell me what benefits I'm getting at sending my friend to school. Oh, wait, there are none! I just want him to have a good life because I'm his freaking friend! But I don't expect you to understand, of course, since you have none!" Ok, if I have to be honest, I was trying not to be scared of her at this point.
"Oh, you dare to offend me?"
"More like defending what's right! And if that implies calling you every. single. swearword. I'll do it with pleasure!"
"ok, you guys better calm-" We can say that I tried to calm down the situation, but...
"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, YOU FUCKING BAG OF BONES!!!"
"WHO THE FUCK YOU CALL A BAG OF BONES, YOU STUPID, UNHAPPY-WITH-LIFE, SLUT!"
...
...it got worse.
"HEY!" Papyrus screamed, and God knows how many decibels that sound made. "STOP OFFENDING EACH OTHER!"
(Y/N) and that unsatisfied dude looked at each other for a brief second (needless to say, with a LOT of hate) and then back at Papyrus.
"SIR..." My bro started, taking advantage of the guy's attention. "IF YOU ARE NOT OPEN TO RECEIVE SOMEONE DIFFERENT THAN YOU AT THESE BUILDINGS, THEN I MUST SAY I AM REALLY DISAPPOINTED. I-"
"Who the hell you think you are to tell me th-"
"Continue talking and I'll rip off your mouth" Ok, girls scare me. A LOT.
"AS... I WAS SAYING, SIR" Papyrus also seemed scared by the cute, shy and anxious girl's sudden behavior. "I THINK THAT, IF SOMEONE WITH A SIMPLE JOB LIKE YOURS WON'T ACCEPT ME MORALLY, THEN I GUESS THERE'S NO POINT IN TRYING TO APPLY HERE"
"..."
"...Papyrus is right" Finally, she calmed down. "If you really don't want to do your job and accept him as a student, just like everybody else, then I guess I can't force you"
She walked to the exit door and, without a word, we followed her. We three perfectly knew that more words won't make him change his mind. And less if know he was angry with the only human keeping us company.
"Have a good day, sir" And with that, the violent meeting that I never expected to see (less today) ended. We walked out of the school and walked a few meters before I heard the girl sigh.
"I'm... I'm sorry, guys" She gave us a sad, weak smile. She looked like she wanted to beat herself to death. The guilt in her eyes was so unbearable that I had to look away. "I... I probably messed up"
The thing is, that she could have taken it better. I didn't know what to tell her, because she could have cooled down in the first place. As must as I wanted to tell her something good... nothing came out at the moment.
"IT'S NOTHING, HUMAN" Papyrus gave her a smile in return but his had pride and joy. "YOU WERE JUST DEFENDING US! I AM ACTUALLY FLATTERED BY YOUR ACTIONS!"
"But I behaved horribly..." It seemed like the guilt would never disappear. "I could have acted better, not saying swears, goddamnit! But I... I lost my cool... I'm truly sorry"
We remained in silence for a bit. It was becoming more and more painful, and I didn't want her to beat down herself after this incident, so I decided to make a move.
"hey... we all lose our cool sometimes, right?" I smiled weakly, trying to lighten up her expression at least a bit. It didn't work. I sighed and continued, not having any other reasonable choice. "that guy acted like such a bastard to us and to you, (y/n). you just defended yourself, and unfortunately, that's something that we all have to do some time or another. that guy didn't deserve mercy from someone like you. you did the right thing"
"But not the way I-"
"stop livin' in the past, kid" I bet it was easy to notice the worry in my eyes and how my smile was shaking. "you behaved differently from the usual, that's why you feel weird. but you did good"
"...Are you sure?"
"ABSOLUTELY!" Ah, Papyrus. Always cheerful, no matter what.
"T-thanks... so we... are we still f-friends?"
Wait, did she really think she would lose us because of that?
"OF COURSE, HUMAN! YOU CAN NOT GET RID OF US THAT EASILY!"
She smirked, dropping a few tears when she closed her eyes.
She... she was THAT scared?  
"So I... I guess we'll search for another school, then?" She smiled way brighter, and I felt way more at ease.
"I GUESS SO, HUMAN" Papyrus was still smiling with pure joy... how does he do that?
"if... if you don't want to be there, kid, we will understand" I bluntly said, not really thinking before talking. Thankfully, she didn't take it the wrong way.
"H-hey! If I'm not there, then who'll be the human that'll mess up with the bastards?!" She laughed eagerly and, without thinking of anything else, I smiled as well. Seeing her so relieved and calmer was nice- I couldn't do much but to give her a smile in return.
"nice" I smirked. "let's go grab some grub right now, k?"
"SANS! WE ATE LESS THAN AN HOUR AGO!"
"i know. and it's killin' me"
To my delight, she laughed at our conversation. To hear her like that rather than rambling about her "mistakes" puts an idiotic smile on my face. It's so weird.
Ok, calm down Sans.
She's a friend.
There's no way you could-
"Hey, Sans" She smiled sweetly, the gaze in her eyes softening "You've been quiet for a while... is there something wrong?"
...
Shit.
"nah, don't sweat it" My wink was as fake as my confidence... heh. "just thinkin' of somethin'"
"IS THAT SO?" I know this makes me a really messed up big brother, but... for an instant, I forgot about Papy's existence... I'm such an idiot. "MAY WE KNOW WHAT YOU ARE THINKING ABOUT, BROTHER?"
Oh hell no.
"nope"
"C' MON!"
"no"
"Sans, hey..." Oh no, not her. Please don't beg me, please, please! "You can tell us anything, okay? I... must admit I am a bit curious, but if it's something deeply personal, then we'll understand..."
And there it was, that so sweet smile of hers.
This is becoming so stupid.
I wanted to forget about it, but it's not easy to forget someone WHEN THAT PERSON IS IN FRONT OF YOU.
"Hey..." God, I remained silent again, didn't I? "Are... are you-"
"i'm fine, don't worry about me...?" Idiot! Why did it come as a question?!
"...You sure?"
"definitely" Wow, that didn't sound suspicious at all, you freaking moron "i'm just a bit... overwhelmed, we can say, for all the sudden changes of these last months"
Well, at least I didn't lie...
I mean, I did, but at the same time, I didn't...
This day should have been called "The day where Sans is more idiotic than usual".
We ended up going to a café to calm down (and to not get back home, since Papyrus didn't want to) and have a drink. Since we didn't succeed in getting him into the school, there weren't now any plans. Just a normal hangout, I guess. It was becoming more difficult to concentrate on the chat they were having, and my mind being a bitch, it decided to think more of... how she is. Why? I have NO FUCKING IDEA.
It's... funny. Funny how she, a human with the capacity to have it all, it's so nervous to show confidence at all. She doubts all her decisions, she thinks she's not good at all, and that no one would truly... like her by the way she is.
I remember that, when I was younger, I used to believe I could do it all. That one day, even, I would free everyone from the Underground. I'm still confident about who I am, and even if I'm lazy and a good for nothing... I'm happy. What scares me is that the kid decides to take away that happiness from me. But overall, I like my life. She, on the other hand, doesn't. And I don't know why...
I want to know why...
Looking at her, the bright smile she had when talking to Papy, the sweet tone of her voice when she asks for anything, and the pleasant light of her eyes... it's not easy to hate yourself when you simply don't have many reasons to. Her shy personality, the way she stutters when she realizes she's being passionate about something, her humble attitude... she is great overall. She has a great heart, why she has self-doubt? Or depression, even?
I'm starting to think too much about this.
I noticed awfully late that I was staring at them, and I looked away when their eyes were already on me. I stared, instead, at my untouched glass of Coke.
"BROTHER?" Oh no. "ARE YOU OKAY? YOU LOOK LIKE YOU ARE HAVING A ROUGH TIME"
"You've been awfully quiet, Sans..." Shit... "Are you sure you are okay?"
"...yeah" I'm so stupid! Yay! "i'm okay, really. just... i was just thinking"
"AGAIN?" Shit, I used the same excuse.
"yep"
They looked at each other for a brief second, back at me, then sighed (surprisingly at the same time).
"sorry" I started, feeling guilty of the worry they had in their looks "i'm just... i'm really just thinking, it's just... weird. my mind's been acting weird lately. and i'm dealing with that"
Wow, I finally said the truth.
"...I see" She smiled again, and I swear to God I. FUCKING. BLUSHED. "It's okay, Sans. We all have our days when our mind seems different, right? With all the changes you guys are having... I bet it's been quite something, isn't it? And, uh... more with what happened earlier, I suppose"
"YEAH, IT'S BEEN WEIRD LATELY" Papy admitted, surprising me a bit. "ESPECIALLY WITH SANS. HE'S NOT ACTING AS HE USED ON THE UNDERGROUND... HE ACTS MORE LIKE WHEN HE WAS ONLY WITH ME AT HOME. HE DIDN'T USE TO SHOW HIS FEELINGS AS MUCH AS HE DOES NOW" Is that so?
"maybe you are right, bro" I winked, trying to put aside my weird feelings and thoughts. "anyway, eh... do you think they'll have any limes here?"
"Limes or lemons?"
"limes"
(Y/N) called out a waitress and asked for limes and... guacamole.
"guacamole?" I raised an "eyebrow" (not sure what to call 'em).
"I'm... I 'm hungry, ok?"
"OH MY GOD, WE ATE LESS THAN TWO HOURS AGO"
"I know, that's why I hate it"
"can we have some?"
"SANS!"
"Sure, you can take however you want"
"I DON'T THINK YOU SHOULD TELL SANS THAT" My brother (wisely) adviced her. "OR ELSE HE WON'T LEAVE YOU A SINGLE BIR OF IT!"
We both chuckled, and more when the guacamole arrived instantly. Papyrus looked irritated, but as must as he won't admit it, he also took some guacamole now and then. We started to talk about which other schools would be great for him, but it turned out that not even the girl knew too much about it. I suddenly felt how an unnoticeable headache disappeared and my head cleared into the conversation.
And if you are going to ask me "hey, Sans, are you going to use this weird headache as an excuse?" then let me tell you that YES.
"I wasn't born here, you know..." She, again, smiled. And I was trying to calm down, of course. "I'm from a city that is a bit far from Ebott"
"REALLY?" My brother, too, was interested. "HOW FAR?"
"Probably five hours... or maybe a bit less"
"since when you are here, then?"
"Since I was eighteen, I have now four years studying and working here" She continued calmly. like if she was waiting for anyone to ask her about this. Oh lord, isn't she lonely? I pity her. "By that reason, I only started university here... that's maybe why I don't know a lot of high schools around here. I know more about kindergartens, though"
K-kindergartens?
Why would she search for kindergartens?!
Does...
Does she...?
"why?"
"An ol' friend I know since middle school has a kiddo, and I've been trying to help Miranda to have her signed into a good school"
I wanted to sigh out in relief but I realized it would be WAY too weird, so I didn't.
"OH!" Papyrus seemed delighted to hear about a little kid, I guess. "CAN WE MEET THE HUMAN CHILD?"
"Of course!" (Y/N), as well, seemed delighted with the idea to present the kid to us "She is really nice and creative, and my friend is pretty good!"
Now I really sighed this time, not truly wanting to deal with kids. However, they looked pretty enthusiastic about it... I knew my thoughts would not matter. I just hope that the little girl doesn't get scared, or else Papyrus will feel bad with himself. Also, because I don't want to make an early Halloween (and yes, I know about that sick festive day humans do every October. It makes me want to die).
"MIRANDA IS YOUR FRIEND?"
"Ah, yes. And her child is called Miriam"
"WOWIE! I HOPE WE REALLY CAN MEET HER!"
"Yep, I hope so too" She looked at her cellphone for barely two seconds and sighed, seemingly in relief. Then her eyes focused on the empty bowl of guacamole and my empty glass of Coke with a hell lot of limes. "I suppose... I suppose w-we are done eating, right?"
"really? i thought we were getting started" I joked, getting out a small giggle from her and a light groan from my brother.
"WE ARE DEFINITELY OVER WITH THE EATING FOR NOW!" My grumpy brother glanced at me and, naturally, I winked.
"Ok, eh..." She fidgeted a bit, showing a shy smile... how many times I have mentioned her smile by now? "Do you want to, uh, hang out for a bit? I think it's a bit, you know, uh... late for searching a school?"
"i agree"
"YOU JUST DON'T WANT TO DO ANYTHING, SANS!" He scolded me, getting another of my famous winks as a response. "BUT YEAH! WE WILL SURELY BE GLAD TO HANG OUT WITH YOU FOR THE REST OF THE DAY!"
I nodded and we all headed out of the café to go to... wherever. We walked through the streets, hearing the complaining of Papyrus when he saw most of the people on a car. One of Papy's goals is to ride a red convertible, the sun hitting his skin, and the air moving his hair.
Of course, most of it will never happen, but... he sure can have a car. We just don't have enough money.
Oh. That brings me to another point.
I need to get a fucking job.
Gaster, suspiciously, has not been gaining enough money on his nice job. Arial, I don't know what the hell she is doing, and I don't want Papyrus to put his studies aside. I need to get a job, any job I could ever think of. Money is money, whatever we gain will help.
We ended up going to a park, where we gained a couple of stares...
Actually, we got a lot.
Fortunately, (Y/N) seemed to control her irritation this time, so even if other people would try to search a fight, we remained calm. Instead of shouting, she just was sarcastic, but we never got into anything bigger. We sat under a tree, away from people, just talking about any topic. Papyrus and I would constantly ask about the Surface. She, on the other hand, would ask about the Underground. It was nice, and we remained there until eight pm.
"Ah, jeez..." She said when she looked at the time. "I think I should be getting home by now"
"BUT HUMAN, YOU CAN STAY ONE MORE DAY WITH US!" He looked so disappointed it was becoming clearly difficult for her to deny.
"Sorry, Paps" She sadly looked at him, trying to convince him. "I have work tomorrow"
"well..." Oh my God, what are you doing?! "can we at least go with you?"
She looked at me a bit taken-back, my nervousness increasing with every passing second. Papyrus seemed eager with the idea to go with her, so he helped me convince her.
"YES HUMAN!" Nice excuse, bro. "WE SHALL GO WITH YOU!"
"Ah, I... isn't it a bit late?"  
"that's exactly what we mean, kid"
"YES, HUMAN! IT'S DANGEROUS TO GO ALONE!" Why do I feel like I've heard that line before?
"We will need to take the subway, though..."
"no problemo"
"Oh... ah, ok! If you insist..." She may not admit it, but she had a goofy grin on her face. She seemed so eager about it- about not going alone.
Aaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnddddddddddddd........ Papyrus squealed so loud I almost thought I turned deaf. I may not have ears, but gosh, that really hurt.
"IT IS SETTLED, THEN!" He struck a heroic pose he used to do a lot on the Underground. "OFF WE GO!"
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*Your POV*
I don't know why, but the skelebros insisted to go with me to my home. Sans had a calm expression, but Papyrus was really impatient about my answer. After answering yes, he made the loudest squeal that the Earth has ever heard.
We got away from the partially calm environment of the park and went through the city streets, busy as always. Ah, this urban life... I absolutely hate it. It's so monotone that it depresses me every day. It's so boring I can't do much but fantasize about how the Underground could have been. A place with different people, where almost everybody knew each other and the day-by-day events did not involve stupid contamination and cliché campaigns.
Talking about my daily routine, after some minutes we arrived at the subway that tends to take me home every day I go out. As usual, the place was as full as a bar on a messed up weekend. People either coming out from work or carrying their tired kids, the subway stations have become like my second home. For groceries, for work, for even visiting a friend... I go there almost every day, unless I decide to stay home. But that usually doesn't happen.
The glances were there, just like in the park. Judging glances with every step we took, it didn't matter how tired everyone was... they just looked. Hate, amusement, disappointment... no wonder why this world is so fucked up. I didn't say anything for our sake, but I really wanted to kill everyone in the place (except the skeletons) and then myself. However, I should not lose control of myself like that again.
I felt somewhat guilty for having both of the skeletons by my side, when they could have been relaxing on their own home at that precise moment. I must admit, though, that I appreciated the company. Papyrus kept me entertained with various experiences of his past and Sans cracked occasionally a joke or two. It became less unbearable, and the glances soon stopped to be a burden.
Before I could tell, we were already at my station. We went out of the subway and headed to my little old apartment. The younger brother insisted on being with me until I arrived safely, and the older brother just went along with it. Just a step inside the "living room" and I remembered that episode on the bathroom... about the mirror, I mean!
I'm a fucking mess.
When they left me, teleported by Sans's skills, the loneliness hit me. I started to do my usual night ritual, but it felt really odd. Like... like if I haven't done it before.
God, I miss my old life. When I was a freaking kid with no cares in this world.
I miss my father.
I miss my friends.
I miss...
I miss my home.
I miss it so much.
I looked over the place and realized how messy it was. Papers on the main and small table, a weird ball of blankets on top of my bed, a lot of fast food trash on the couch, tons of dishes in the kitchen, and dry blood on the bathroom. Everything was disorganized, no signs of the girl I used to be when I was still studying. When I was still with him.
I went to my closet, which unsurprisingly had bunches of clothes accumulated, and searched for my old cellphone. I was feeling so nostalgic and blank that I needed to remind myself what was real and what wasn't. I was so sad that I wanted a reason to stop thinking of the present and cling on the past.
Sans's words hit me: "Stop living in the past". It is so true about myself that it hurts. It hurts a lot.
I use to think about my past a lot- the mistakes I made, the happy moments I had, my past nightmares, my old ambitions... it is so strange how things changed so quickly. How I stopped being that cheerful kid and started to be this always-tired woman.
After some tough research, I found that cellphone I got when I was about to leave middle school. Ah, that day. I was so happy I took like two hundred photos in less than an hour, most of them starring my smiling dad and me.
Tears fell down my face when I got to see those photos again. Each of one reminded me of phrases he used to tell me. Of how proud he was of me. Of how hopeful he was towards the future. MY future.
He promised me so many times that I was going to become the best scientist in all the world. That I would be the difference. That I would change everything and be the hope for a lot of people. And now, I'm not even the hope of myself. I can't even look at the mirror and stop myself from cringing of what I see. A stupid, messy, horrible human that has done nothing but destroy herself.
Sniffs turned into sobs as the time passed and the images showed. There were also photos of my favorite restaurants, of Miranda and me, of all the projects I was proud of, of my baseball cards, of my three-year-old drawings... of my proud and happy expression. It was so heartbreaking to think I was her. I was that child with bright (e/c) eyes and lively smile. That kid that used to play baseball pretty good and had an unhealthy but wonderful obsession with the Red Sox players. That child... that smart and productive child.
Sobbing turned into crying when a photo of my mother and me showed up. Ah, that woman- I loved her so much before she turned her back on both of us. Before she started to fight with dad about everything. Before she told me everything was my fault. That nostalgic picture, she carrying me with the proudest smile and me kissing her cheek with a proud smile.
It hurts so much.
It hurts.
It hurts.
It hurts...
I wished someone else could understand why.
Why, out of everything that has happened, I'm mostly only proud of who I once was.
Why those smiles I showed mean more to me than anything.
Why my eyes seem so different.
wHy i hATE mE SO mUCh.
More photos of the three of us were there. It was so painful to notice the genuineness in our expressions. Of how wonderful and innocent our happy times were. Of how we supported each other in the hard days. Of how, even if the day was bad, we gathered together and played, laughed, hugged...
I wanted to scream. To let out all the pain and go back to that small, cheerful world. As much as I try to be happy and proud of what I'm doing now, my mind continues to shout that I did better on the past and that it doesn't matter how hard I try, because I will never be that kid again. Now I have people that try to support me. I have people that, indeed, are trying to help me get through this. Hell, I even know someone that has that same feeling of dread.
I remembered how helpless Sans looked the day before, of how devoid of hope he seemed. How desperate he was for having someone, ANYONE, to hold him and tell him that is okay to cry. It's... it's funny. It's so funny how he is a happy comedian to everyone on the outside, but the inside is more than that.
This is not a joke.
This is not a FUCKING JOKE.
That's the life of a desperate monster we are talking over here. Of a devastated brother that tries to help him in any way. Of an oblivious mother that will soon regret leaving him alone. Of a disappointed father that will shed tears if he finds out what he had done.
While I'm crying, a lot of people are, too. Their tears, like mine, remain lost in the never-ending darkness that their life has become. Silent screams that they need to say out loud, but they can't. Because they are alone. They feel alone, as much as I do. Or even worse. And thinking that someone is in a worse situation than I am... it's not recomforting. It truly isn't.
I changed my clothes into my usual pajama. I did my nightly ritual, just as I do every day. But this time, I stood in front of the broken mirror, looking at the distorted version of me it reflects. I put my sleeves up only to reveal all the cuts I created. It looked like a sad painting of someone trying to escape.
And that's exactly what I am right now.
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twelve-fallena · 6 years ago
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Resident Evil AU Headcanons/Details
Welp, since this may get kind of long, I decided to put all of this below a read more so I don’t end up doing stuff to people’s dashes.
Okay, first and foremost, I have played all of the video games and seen all but the very last Resident Evil movie. Because of this, I will be borrowing elements of both; but keep in mind that it will be following more along the lines of the movies. This means that the entire world has been effected by the likes of the T- Virus, and to a much lesser extent, the G-Virus. The creatures from the fourth game up, never come to be as large a threat as they are for Resident Evil 4 and the Resident Evil 5 versions never come to be. Now, on to the rest of the info-
Most of my muses have their roles in this AU pending, but the ones that have definite places in it are Quentin, Yazaria, and Luatorog. As you might guess given the AU (if you’d seen/played any of the resident evil games/movies), their roles and situations are significantly different than what they are in most of my verses, and are as follows;
Luatorog is the head of an Umbrella facility, namely the one that housed both Quentin and Yazaria and ran extensive tests on both the T and G Viruses, alongside... other things. The installation was filled to the brim with the horrors they had created for “containing” the results of their experiments. After a large scale containment break involving both the results of their experiments and the monstrosities that were also housed there which resulted in the infection or death of over 95% percent of the base’s staff and remaining test subjects, rather than allow himself to be murdered by the creatures they had created... he injected himself with a sizable amount of an experimental mixture of both T and G Viruses, transforming him into a monster of his own which retains a good portion of his intelligence and cunning. After his transformation, he set out finishing off any witnesses that were left in the base... with two managing to escape; the test subjects Quentin and Yazaria, whom he set out after to destroy with his mental state slowly deteriorating.
Quentin and Yazaria on the other hand, started out as kids living their lives; Quentin was an orphan who lost his parents at a fairly young age, and Yazaria lived a happy life with her parents and friends. Both were abducted at certain points in time, with Yazaria’s parents being killed shortly after her abduction in order to prevent any sort of missing persons report or look into what had happened to her. Shortly after the two had reached the installation, they were thrown into the same cell where they eventually came to know one another and developed a sibling-like bond. Eventually, the two were used for experiments with each virus; Yazaria was used as a test subject for the T-Virus, while Quentin was used as a test subject for the considerably more... volatile G-Virus. The experiments on the two had considerably different reactions; Yazaria’s infection was nearly free of negative effects other than a short spell of lethargy, whilst Quentin’s infection brought great agony to the poor boy. Yet, miraculously, both not only survived their infections... they bonded with their respective virus; granting them both incredible enhancements. Quentin’s bonding in particular was a marvel to the scientists, due to the fact that he was the only subject injected with the virus to not morph into a G form or suffer the effects of mental deterioration. After the large scale containment breach that took place in the installation, the two were released from their cell and staged an odds defying escape... with the now changed Luatorog after them.
With all of that said, now I’ll be moving on to some of the effects granted by the viruses to each of these characters;
Quentin, being the only person to ever bond with the volatile G-Virus, has been granted; incredible strength, speed, durability, regenerative abilities, stamina, immunity to both T and G Viruses, and much more. He is virtually the ideal weapon... however, he is prone to extreme physical pain both at random times and at times when he over exerts himself. During these times, his mobility is incredibly restricted and he is known to both cough up blood and cause severe damage to his surroundings as he suffers through the agony.
Yazaria, through bonding with the T-Virus, has been granted; heightened speed, reaction times, regenerative abilities, stamina, durability, immunity to the T-Virus, and other things. While her enhancements aren’t as extreme as her adoptive sibling’s, she also lacks the periods of agony that he is forced to endure... though this doesn’t do much for her concern when these times occur. Her bonding with the T-Virus also, while not granting full immunity to the G-Virus, does grant her an incredibly high resistance to it, allowing her to sustain minor infections of the virus without any negative effects as it works its way out of her.
Luatorog, after taking the mixture of the T and G Viruses, has been granted; insane strength, speed, reaction times, durability, regenerative abilities, complete immunity to both viruses while also being capable of spreading the mutated virus that he is infected with, and many other things. The inclusion of the T-Virus in this mixture, has allowed Lua to retain most of his human form save for an increase in size and mutation which is hidden by his top and slowed down his mental deterioration considerably. Despite the clear draw backs of the serum he injected into himself, his capabilities are easily the greatest out of the three muses listed here, granting him the ability to go toe to toe with the likes of a Tyrant or a Nemesis and ripping them apart. As he has failed to bond with this serum, he is eventually fated to become little more than a monster loose upon the apocalyptic world with only one goal; kill Quentin and Yazaria.
Now lastly, I will be talking about Quentin and Yazaria’s methods of combat in this zombie apocalypse. 
Yazaria has a very strict preference for firearms. This means that regardless of how close an enemy may get to her and whatever weapon she may be holding at the time, she will attempt to shoot them with said weapon. Without a firearm, she is virtually useless, as she will refuse to use a melee weapon unless the situation forces her to use one. The fire arms she prefers to stick with are small to medium sized handguns.
Quentin has a far more unique fighting style; at a distance he uses firearms in an attempt to kill enemies, but should they get to close and he lacks the likes of a shotgun, he is not above using his bare hands or a melee weapon to dismantle an enemy. Also against the likes of a Tyrant or Nemesis, knowing full well that he is the only one capable of combating such a threat, usually immediately goes hand to hand with it in order to by Yazaria and anyone else that is currently with them a chance to escape before withdrawing himself and meeting back up with her. His weapons of choice are usually a pistol, rifle, and sword or bat like weapon.
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xaeneron · 7 years ago
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On Daybreak
Living World Season 4 is here and I guess that means it’s time to babble a bit about the first episode, Daybreak!  
Overall, the patch was a solid release, not without its bugs, but a solid release.  I’m super glad to have something new to do (a lot of new things to do), especially with a new raid wing out 9 months after the release of Bastion of the Penitent.  I am curious enough to stay tuned to see where the story goes, but I was definitely more distracted by the nostalgia factor than anything.  The new zone was incredibly nostalgic for me as an old hat GW1 player, but before we start bullet-pointing, let’s put in a line break to avoid spoilers front and center.  
In General
THANK GOD KEYRING.
QoL Astral Force refilling to full automatically after a party wipe in fractals and raids is a godsend.  No more asking for corpses before every encounter/after every wipe.  I am a happy druid.
The Binding of Ipos wasn’t exactly what I was expecting, but it’s an incredibly nice-looking focus.  I like the floating book, but the demon hand is a bit of a deal-breaker for the characters I would use the focus on (i.e., Eet).  Oh well.  It’s detailed and has great animations, which is nice.
On Fractals (Twilight Oasis, instability changes, Deroir)
I find it really amusing and fantastic that the new fractal vendor is named after Deroir.  Props to him; he’s done a lot for the fractal community and it’s awesome that he got recognition like Dulfy and WP.
The new fractal relic sinks are hilarious and ridiculous.  When they said sinks, they meant sinks.  I have a few months’ worth of everything saved up (infusions, [pristine] fractal relics, integrated fractal matrices, pages, etc.) and I was only able to afford the first level of mist attunement.  So much raw stuff.  
The karma one seems most useful to actually max though.
I wish they had introduced more things to buy with cosmic essences (from Shattered Observatory CM), or trades for them.  I have almost enough for an infusion and a tonic, but I want neither. ;-;
Fractal Vindicators are actually a bit of a threat?  More than Fractal Avengers anyway.  
I haven’t tried the Molten Boss rework yet, but the Mai Trin rework is amusing.  And I’m glad that you can push through the timegate cannon section.  
Not having Social Awkwardness on Nightmare and Shattered Observatory is hilariously nice.  Like seriously they’ve honestly gotten easier.
Speaking of, SO still has a bunch of bugs.  SURPRISE.  Although it sounds like the fractal dev found the problem, so...we’ll see?
Twilight Oasis was...dark.  Like twilight.  /shot
Okay but really.  Playing as Sunspear traitors and helping Palawa Joko by slaughtering Sunspears and villagers is dark.  And you get an achievement for stomping all the injured people.  
Dying and being resurrected by Joko was confusing but pretty great?  Also boing.
Dervish feels.
That ending doe.
On Hall of Chains
NEW RAID.  IN THE UNDERWORLD.  I AM A HAPPY HUMAN.  SALAD.  MIDGET.  THING.
I’m super excited about the Underworld and Dhuum.  Stuff that hasn’t been touched on in years, and a good bit of lore that I’m glad that they were able to find a way to visit again.
Also the encounters, particularly Dhuum, look legitimately challenging.  I’m so excited to go hit Dhuum and die repeatedly.
We’ve been poking the new raid this week and I might post some progress stuff later on?  We only have a few bite-sized sessions each week so we can’t spam it for hours on end like others, but we’re making progress and it’s exciting!  Having new stuff to do is fantastic.
We have a lot of stupid deaths (including dying immediately on flying in because someone didn’t take the champion buff) already and it’s amazing.
I saw the ending cutscene.  I have so many Underworld feels.  Dhuum’s fight seems very reminiscent of his fight back in GW1, which is pretty clever.  And nostalgic.
I kind of wish Anet would hide Glenna’s vendor items tied to each boss in her inventory instead of just having them greyed out.  You can spoil the whole wing by scrolling down and seeing there’s a Dhuum mini.  Oh well.
Hi Gwen.
On the Domain of Istan
There are so many “Praise Joko!” and “TO VABBI!” references.  When we found out that you could drink from the fountains of Joko in the main hall before destroying them and would shout “Praise Joko!” every time, we kept clicking them repeatedly hoping for a hidden achievement.  rip.
Nostalgia feels everywhere.  I didn’t think I missed Istan, but I guess I missed Istan.  Also super exciting that they kept most of the geography the same.  Kamadan/Palawadan is set up essentially the way it was in GW1, except it’s been Joko’d.  They’ve been consistent about doing that for a lot of things now, things like the location of the Temple of the Ages and Droknar’s Forge and things like that), but seriously.  Kudos.  I’s happy.  xD
I find the zone pretty and interesting to run around in.  There’s a lot of random little achievements and random places to make use of different mounts. 
Bunny-hopping all over the cliffs is life.
So is griffoning.  Good god it’s nice to griffon places and just fly around and look at things.
The meta events are amusing, and I enjoyed running into Amala again (after Twilight Oasis and the story).  Also raiding Palawadan.  Fun events with a relatively forgiving timer.
Although I’m disappointed that people are already “multilooting” these.  You’d think Anet would have learned their lesson from AB multiloot and made account caps on the chests per cycle.
On the story (Daybreak)
Hi Aurene.  You got bigger.  And less cute.  But still Aurene.  So.  pls come back ;-;
Rytlock and Canach continue to amuse.  Best bromance 10/10.
I said it before and I’ll say it again, I’m not sure why anyone would be surprised that Kralkatorrik is now obnoxiously powerful.  Letting it absorb a couple Elder Dragons’ worth of magic will do that.
I know some people get upset with all the one-liners, and honestly sometimes they are a bit to much and could be done without to keep tension going, but I appreciated a lot of them.  Especially since the characterization of the PC is very close to a general perspective of how Ive normally reacts to things - with dry humor and snark to prevent himself from getting overwhelmed.
“I died once.  It’s overrated.”
KOSS.  OMG KOSS.  Another sad fate for a GW1 hero (alongside the fate of Tahlkora), but nice to talk to him again.
Although the encounter definitely shows that the story instances are tuned to 1-2 people.  We did it with 3-4 at various times looking for achieves, and absolutely murdered him before his first breakbar showed up.  Welp.
References to a bunch of old characters from GW1 ayyyy
I love the fact that the prison cell break is unique per class.  I didn’t think much of it because Ive is a thief and picking the lock just seems like the reasonable thing to do, not the thiefy thing to do, but they’re class unique!  I replayed it with Cyra (my adorable sparkle charr) just to see the Legendary Prisoner Stance (Palawa Joko). 
Fahranur.  Oh my god.  From the ibogas outside to the giant smashy bells.  Nostalgia everywhere.  I love that these elements came back.  
Seriously Joko wtf.
What are these bugs you’re experimenting on.
Joko pls.
That’s a lot of dead Inquest.
Hi Braham.  No, I didn’t really want to see you again.  Thanks for acting like it’s all my fault.  Which it honestly is, but hey.  Still a grump.  At least Rox is here?
I am curious that Anet brought him back here and now.  But I’m willing to see what they planned for him.
Also news that Awakened are portaling around Tyria is mildly stressful.
Taimi’s voice actor, Debby Derryberry.  A+ work.  That sense of fear and dread from Hero of Istan through Fahranur, the First City was well done.  Probably one of the highlights of the release.  Happy that Taimi didn’t die though :>
...to Vabbi? 
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nightshade-imagines · 7 years ago
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Chara
Welp, I did it! I wrote something for my story. It's kind of sloppy, being my first full length chapter thingy. I may right more things like this in the future.
     It has been about a week since you first broke the barrier and as of late, you've been helping to over see some of the monsters who were going to be moving their stuff into town. At the moment, you were waiting at the edge of the forest that rested at the base of MT. Ebott. Asgore said that he would meet you there soon to discuss the best say to go about moving into the city. It's weird that everyone has so much faith in you, they hardly know you, but they trust you to be their ambassador! You weren't exactly....socially inclined, and most of your encounters with monsters after the barrier broke have been pretty awkward, especially after the whole trying to kill you and take your soul thing. Mettaton (You're not the biggest fan of that guy so far) keeps trying to have interviews with you about your amazing journey in becoming the savior if monsters, but you tell him the same thing every time, "I don't really know, I just sort of followed my head and did what I wanted and thought was right", they all still seemed to view you as a hero. "Is this how all heroes feel?", You think to yourself, "Awkward and like they don't deserve the praise".      You were sitting cross legged on the ground scrolling through Undernet, Papyrus had uploaded a few photos earlier: "HANGING WITH MY NEW BEST FRIEND!" was captioned over a selfie of the two of you. It wasn't exactly the best photo, he had his arm wrapped around you with the biggest smile on his face, but you looked absolutely clueless since he took the selfie spontaneously, before you could question what was going on. You look up from you phone and gaze down the path, "Why is Asgore taking so long?", sighing you lean back against a tree, before you catch a shadowy figure out if the corner of you eye and your head quickly turns in that direction. Since you exited the underground, that was the third time you have seen that same shadowy figure, and by now, you were positive that you were not imagining it. Standing up, you walk over to where it was standing, "Okay, that's enough! Who are you and what do you want?", you look around, hoping to finally get to the bottom of this. Because honestly, you have enough on you plate at the moment and don't need some creep following you around. You get nothing but silence...."Listen, I know that you're there, you don't need to hide", you say hoping to get them to show themself, but nothing happens. "Fine, be like that", you say and begin to head back to your spot on the ground. "You are quite the interesting one", a voice says. You dart around quickly, "I'll take that as a compliment. Now, is there something I can help you with? I know that you've been watching me, but if you need something please just ask, you don't need to be a creeper", you say trying to reason with them. "Help me? Actually, I think that I will be the one helping you", as they speak, they show themselves, appearing in a translucent form floating right in front of you, and you recognize them immediately..."Chara?" "Yes, and I must say, you fascinate me, coming from a dimension where our entire world is nothing but a game", she give you a smirks and something in the way they she says that makes you feel uneasy, " Uh, well, yeah I guess, but don't worry, I don't mean any harm and it's not like I came ��here intentionally, really!", her amused smirk vaulters a bit, "Yes, don't worry, I'm aware, but I might just be able to help you get back.", "Wait, really, How?", "I have my ways, but in return, you have to do something for me". Yeah okay, you can guess where this is going, but you decide to keep listening, Chara has never been COMPLETELY evil, maybe she really can help you, "I'm listening...", "Well, Ya see, when you entered this dimension, I lost something very important to me. I guess technically it belonged to that sweater wearing brat, but I controlled them and owned their soul, so it was pretty much mine. When you entered this dimension, I lost everything", "Oh, sorry about that", " No need to apologize, just help me out and I'll help you out. You do want to see your family again, don't you?", she gives to a look of innocents. "Alright, what do you want?", something tell you that you already knew the answer, "Why, the power to reset of course, but you already knew that, didn't you?", her smirk returns this time much more devilish, "And you don't even have to give up your soul to transfer it to me, just give up your hold on it. I'll have back what it rightfully mine and you get to go home, everyone wins!" she throws her hand up in a joyous motion as she says that. "Everyone except my friends", you say quietly as you stare off in thought, " I-I'm sorry Chara, but I can't. I know what you're going to do with the resets, and while I do want to go home, I just can't take that risk.", you almost feel bad that you feel bad about making this decision. Chara's smile seems much more forced, "Oh, come on, what's a few monsters over your family?", she was kind of right, but even though you've only known them for a week you care about them, and you're sure that you can find some other way to get home, "N-no, thank you for the offer, but I'll be fine". She just stares at you for a minute, " Heh heh heh HA HA AHA HA HAH HA! You think that you had a choice?, her grin is long and devilish, bearing sharp fangs, "I tried to be nice about this, but if you won't give it to me I will just have to take it!", you begin to back way, "Yep, you're evil, I knew it". It's probably not the time for snarky comment, but you couldn't help yourself. You enter into a battle, [CHARA. LV 99999, HP⬛⬛⬛⬛]. You don't even get a chance to dodge and she grabs you soul, trying to rip it from your chest. You can't fight back becuase she's a ghost and have to sit there and take it as pains floods your entire body, she laughs again, "Wow, this is WAY easier, why didn't I just do this in the first place?" No, you can't let this happen! You're filled with Determination! Using everything in you power, you pick you self up off the ground and a sort of power surge pulses through your soul. "What are yo-AAAAH", she let's out a cry of pain as the energy form your souls hits her and you quick pull your soul back into your chest, you have no idea what you just did, but it was awesome, and now you feel like you're going to throw up. Once Chara pulls her self together, she glares over at you, "How did you do that!", she looks absolutely infuriated, "It seems like this is going to be tougher than I thought...but I've never been one to turn down a challenge", "I'm...not going to let you hurt them", you make it to you feet and stand a shaky guard against her. Her smirk returns, "Perhaps I underestimated you Determination, but don't think that I am finished", you hear a distant voice coming from down the path, she glances at you, "We'll be seeing each other again soon", she gives you a little wave and quickly fades away. You lean against a tree for support, and a second later, Asgore and the Guard dogs come down the path. He seems surprised by you exhausted state, "Are you alright, Y/n?", "I-I think so", "We thought that we heard voices when were coming down the path, were you talking to someone?", you decide that it's best to keep this to yourself, at least for now, "Uh, yeah, I was... talking to myself". "Oh, alright, then shall we be on our way?", "Yeah, let's get out of here". Chara from the watches from the shadows as you, Asgore and the dogs make your way back to town, "Enjoy this peace while it last, Y/n", she says to herself, " Because I look forward to breaking you", and at that, she vanishes.
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zewrit · 8 years ago
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(try to) fix it (ao3) Undertale; Papyrus, Sans.
It’s a Bad Day for Papyrus. (tw: self harm)
It's a bad day.
Papyrus knowns it from the moment he wakes up; feels it in the heaviness in his bones, the ache in his sternum, the thick tar in his head.
Papyrus knows a bad day when he feels one; a Bad Day, even, capitalized and underlined, because it's one of those days. One of those days where Papyrus has to lie in bed for an additional hour, just so he can gather the energy to move- so he can stop being such a waste, and actually get going.
Nothing is ever easy on a Bad Day.
Papyrus spends an hour in the shower, staring at the wall, fingers itching and water cold, because he can't quite collect the energy to turn it up- there's a knife stowed somewhere on his shelf, hidden behind children's book and puzzles Sans has never bothered with; he thinks of it as he showers, as he dresses, as he goes downstairs to make breakfast.
He doesn't know why he bothers making it; Sans won't eat it, won't even touch it, and Papyrus is never hungry on days like this.
But routine is routine, so he stands by the stove and makes porridge anyway, hands steady and head fuzzy.
He doesn't always make porridge- sometimes he makes eggs or bacon, or surprise spaghetti; sometimes he even makes morning burgers, just for Sans, though even that Sans won't touch. Papyrus doesn't know why- it's not like they taste bad, so maybe it's something else.
Papyrus doesn't want to think about what something else could be. Because his head is fuzzy and dark, and there's a knife upstairs, in his room, calling his name.
“pap?”
Sans' voice is sleepy, still thick with it, and Papyrus pivots with a smile, bright and happy and fake.
“SANS! JUST IN TIME!”
The porridge doesn't smell bad- it's not burnt, at least, which is a surprise, because Papyrus was sure he still had another hour left till Sans woke up; or maybe it was longer, or shorter, or maybe he was just wrong, as he so often is. His head is heavy with thoughts and tar, and he is smiling, still.
“SIT!” he gestures towards the table, walks to the cupboards; there's two chipped bowls in the far right, and he takes them out both, scoops up some porridge.
“oh,” Sans says, flops down without any kind of resistance. He looks tired, like he hasn't been sleeping at all, which isn't true- so maybe it is earlier, though why Sans would ever be up now is a mystery. “thanks bro.”
Papyrus sets one bowl in front of his brother, the other next to the rock. Instead of sitting down he goes to find some containers to put the rest of the porridge in, unwilling to rest now that he has to pretend.
The smile feels heavy and awkward on his face.
It's a wonder Sans doesn't notice how wrong it is.
“pap-?”
That's weird- it's an awkward tone, a slight hesitance, and Papyrus pivots back towards his brother, cheekbones straining, soul heavy.
Sans smiles awkwardly, and waves one hand. “spoons?”
Oh.
Yes, of course, how could he- he turns back around, nearly stumbles in his haste, and rips open the drawer. Finds the two spoons, and beelines for Sans, plop them down in front of him.
-that's not normal behaviour.
“NYEHEHE,” he laughs, shuffles back a step. “I APOLIGIZE! I GUESS I'M NOT QUITE UP TO SPOON TODAY.”
Sans snorts.
“bro, that was- really awful. 'specially for you.”
“OH??” he takes another step back, reaches backwards to the drawer. “WOULD YOU SAY IT'S... FORKFUL?”
Triumphally, he presents Sans with a fork- grins as wide as he can, keeps his voice as even as possible, and for a second, Sans just looks at him.
Then he laughs.
Guffaws, really, loud and startling, and Papyrus jumps-  folds his arms and forces the smile to stick on his face. He meant to do this- meant to make Sans laugh, meant to make him forget Papyrus had ever acted off; yet for some reason, it just- hurts.
Sans is happy.
And yet, Papyrus isn't.
“wow,” Sans exhales, sharp and shaky, and he's still kind of giggling. “that was- that was so bad pap. truly.”
Papyrus curtsey. “YOU'RE MOST WELCOME, MY DEAR BROTHER!”
Sans' laughter pitches up, and he leans his weight against the table, grinning so wide it must hurt. “oh man paps, ya' gotta stop. i can't take this so early in the morning.”
Papyrus straightens up, pats imaginary dust off his clothes. The smile is starting to hurt, really hurt, and so he turns away, puts his back to Sans.
“NYEHE, MAYBE THAT WAS MY PLAN ALL ALONG!”
Sans snorts. “to what? make me pun away the puns?”
Papyrus groans. “THAT WAS WORSE THAN ALL OF MINE COMBINED, SANS!”
Sans is still giggling, really, and it sharpens a bit at that- it should make Papyrus happy, really; to hear his brother genuinely laugh, to be able to make him genuinely laugh, but-
It doesn't.
Not on a Bad Day.
Papyrus doesn't quite know how long there's silence- it's hard to keep track of when there's static in his head and tar in his mouth, but there must have been a good lull, because Sans yawns, and says: “welp, i'm gonna head off. thanks for the 'fast paps.”
Relief surges through him, blooms in his chest- he almost feels bad about it, but he's tired and it's hard pretending, smiling, faking.
Usually he's so good at this.
“HAVE FUN!” he throws out his shoulder, hefts up the pot and steps up to the sink- the door creaks as he turns on the tab, and he can barely hear the slam over the sound of rushing water, and Papyrus is so relieved.
He slumps against the sink, rest all of his weight on it; the water is roaring, sloshing around, and Papyrus stares as bits of porridge floats up to the surface, as the water turns grimy and gross, as it nips at the rim.
It spills over.
Water running down the sides, rushing out in the drain, and Papyrus should turn off the tab, he should, but he just-
He can't.
He can't.
He's so useless.
The thought makes him flinch; his breath is tight, and it sticks in his throat, like glass-shards embedded in his bones, and everything is- sharp and painful and wrong, and Papyrus' breath shakes, shudders, scratching at his ribs.
Useless.
That's what he is- that's all he is, really, honestly. A waste of space and time and air, and why does anyone bother with him? Why does Undyne bother, when it's so obvious he's not worth her time.
Why does Sans bother, he thinks, and he inhales sharply, because-
Because, well, he doesn't, does he?
Papyrus doesn't want to think about this. He doesn't want to think about the- the weight in his gut, the thing he's kept pressed down for so long. He can't do that, not now, not ever, and he can't calm his breath, now.
He needs a distraction- something else to think about, because he can't stop thinking about it, now. Can't stop thinking about the hours he spends alone every day, about the lies, about the fact that Sans probably hates him-
No. No, no, no no- he flounders back, magic bristling in his chest, flaring out; he doesn't want to be here, in the open, in the kitchen, watching the pot fill with water and think about Sans, about his brother.
So he stops being here.
It's all just a matter of floating up a few more feet, of catching the railing with his hands and vaulting over it, of taking the few, long, steps he needs to be in his room. His breath is fast and loud, and he nearly trips over his carpet as he beelines directly for the shelf.
Pain's what he needs.
Pain is safe and familiar and comforting, and it helps, it always helps, and he needs it, because everything is hurting, but not in the right way. It's a different pain, a bad one, the kind that makes him remember how much of a mercy death would be.
Papyrus pushes his books to the floor, ignores the faint and distant thought of don't do that, and reaches in to the back, stretches out his fingers and finds it.
The knife is smooth and cold to the touch, blade set in a finely carved wooden handle; Papyrus presses his fingers to the carvings, gulps in air like he's been drowning.
Safe.
He stumbles back a step once, twice- drops down to the floor because the bed is too far away, really, and even though his head is empty, he can still feel the thoughts, sticking to his bones and clawing at his spine.
He flicks it open.
The blade is clean silver, cold and reassuring, and gently, Papyrus presses it to his wrist.
Breathes out.
It's a relief. The soft, barely there sting nipping at his thoughts- it makes his chest unwind, makes his empty go quiet instead of just empty- it's like being able to breathe, to think, and Papyrus almost sobs.
It doesn't hurt, not yet. His wrist is scarred from cuts, and his tolerance is too high to really notice something as simple as a little press- but it's the feel of the blade against his bone, the weight of it in his hand, the sight of it.
His ribcage rattles with something; some unknown emotion he can't quite unravel right now, right here, and he lets it happen, because it's not bad.
He pushes down.
Grinds the knife into the bone, tips it back and forth just a bit; the pain is slow to come, creeping in, and his breath is tight in his throat, and he can barely feel the thoughts, now.
It's okay now.
And then it isn't.
There's no warning. Just a moment, a second, where Papyrus feels it, feels magic that isn't his flickering, burning, and then Sans is there, right in his face, one hand clamped down over his knife.
His eye is burning with magic, with fury, and Papyrus doesn't know what to do.
“what. the. hell.”
Sans' voice is flat. Magic snaps at the edges of his socket, and Papyrus can feel the warmth at the tips of Sans' fingers; can feel it scorch at his bones, and Papyrus is kind of flabbergasted.
“S-Sans?”
Sans widens his mockery of a smile; a flat thing that makes unease crawl at Papyrus' bones, because that's anger, but Sans has no reason to be angry-
Hasn't been in a long while, either.
“answer the fucking question pap.”
It wasn't a question, Papyrus almost wants to say. More of a demand, really, but the words don't really reach him; they're just a distant echo, belonging to the part of him that's breaking down in laughter, because really?
“I- nothing?”
Sans' expression twists. He laughs, short and snappish, and it's more of a bark, really, of disbelief and anger-sadness.
“are you for real trying to tell me this,” he jerks his head down, briefly looks at the knife still pressed to Papyrus' arm. “is fucking nothing?”
Yes.
But he can't say that, can he? So instead he shrugs, looks away- something burns at his throat, in his sockets, and that tiny part of him is still laughing, harsh and sharp and wrong.
“god fucking damn it pap!”
Sans rips the knife out- throws it aside, and Papyrus winces, raises his shoulders; blood and dust wells up from his arm, fills in the empty space in his arm.
He can't look at Sans.
“that isn't nothing!”
He doesn't want to look at Sans.
There's a sharp sound; weight shifting, Sans stepping backwards. Papyrus can hear his magic crackling, can hear the angry breath Sans is taking. There's no silence between them, not really, but it feels like it's there- strained tight, and ready to snap.
“look at me,” Sans says, in a controlled voice.
Papyrus does.
Sans' face is- it's odd, weird, because he looks more sad than angry; looks soulbroken, even, and it doesn't quite register, because why.
Why would he be so crushed over something like this?
It isn't like he cares.
Sans sighs. “pap-”
“Why-” Papyrus cuts him off, because he can't stop himself, can't keep the words in his head. They slip out. “-do you look like you care?”
It's pitiful.
Sans stares at him. Sockets wide, magic flagging, fading- he looks shocked, surprised, and Papyrus doesn't know why, because it's an easy question, a simple one, one that Sans should have seen coming.
“i- what?”
Papyrus tugs his arm close, curls one hand over the cut; blood and dust sticks to his palm, warm and gritty and something to lean on.
“Why are you acting like you care?”
Sans doesn't stop staring. He breathes in, breathes out- looks lost and confused, like a child standing alone in a room, reaching for something that's far out of reach.
Papyrus soul stings.
“i- fuck, pap, i-” he stumbles over his words. Gestures, hands moving in the air but not making anything clear. He blinks rapidly. “i do care about you.”
Papyrus can't help it- he snorts, a half-mad noise of laughter and disbelief, and it's that part of him- the part that's been breaking down, bit by bit, in the back of his head ever since Sans caught his hand.
Sans flinches.
“i'm not lying!” he hisses, and he keeps on blinking, like he's fighting back tears.
Papyrus smiles. It is not a pretty smile.
“It's okay,” he says, because it is. “I know you don't. So you don't have to pretend-”
“i'm not pretending!”
Sans flings out one arm, steps forward; he's leaning in close, nearly tipping over, and there's tears in his sockets.
“you're my brother, papyrus! of course i care about you!”
It doesn't make sense.
It doesn't make sense, and Papyrus doesn't know what happens, then- one moment he is sitting down, is smiling, and the next he's standing up and he's yelling, and he's so angry-
The thread snaps.
“NO YOU DON'T!”
Sans stumbles a step back.
“You don't care Sans! You don't care about anything but yourself, but your own interest, and you don't have to pretend for me, okay, because I fucking know you!”
Papyrus steps forward.
“You don't give a crap about me, Sans, because I'm a waste! I'm useless and stupid, and I'm worthless!”
“And every day, you take the first chance to leave me alone! And I get it, Sans, I do, because I wouldn't want to spend time with me either!”
“i-” Sans' voice is weak. “i don't- i don't think any of that-”
Papyrus laughs. “Oh, really? Because I know you lie to me! I know you think I'm just your dumb little brother, who doesn't know anything, who's too weak to be useful! I'm just a hindrance, aren't I? Just something to push aside and coddle, and lock away so no one realises what a fucking failure I am-!”
“that's not TRUE!”
Sans steps forward; reaches out, catches his arms, and he's crying, and Papyrus can't remember the last time he saw Sans cry.
“god, pap, none of that- none of that is true! i don't think you're weak or a failure, or- or a waste, don't- don't say that-”
His voice breaks. Gives out, and all Sans does is stand there, clutching at his arms, shoulders shaking and tears dripping down his face.
Papyrus stares.
“... Sans?”
“i'm sorry-” Sans says, gasps out, and his breath is hitching and shaking, and he's crying, really crying. “i'm sorry, i- i didn't mean to make you t-think that, paps, i really- i really didn't, i just-”
Gently, slowly, Papyrus turns his hands; closes his fingers around Sans' wrists.
“i wanted to protect you,” Sans admits, soft and soulbroken.
Sans raises his head; meets Papyrus' sockets, and holds it. “i don't hate you, paps.”
“i really don't.”
It feels like a lie- but Sans is- Sans isn't himself, right now, and even though the real Sans lies, Papyrus isn't sure this Sans does.
Sans' breath shudders. “god you- you don't even believe me, fuck-”
Sans looks away; breathes in, holds it. Releases it slowly, except it still trips over itself, hitching at his throat. He's still crying.
“paps. papyrus.” He looks back. “i- i know you probably aren't going to believe me, but i swear- i'm not lying.”
“i care about you, paps. you're my brother, and i love you. i never, ever, meant to- to hurt you. to do this.”
Sans smiles. It's thin and not right, and it's probably mostly because of habit, but-
Papyrus almost believes him.
“i'm really, genuinely, sorry.”
Papyrus breathes out.
He doesn't know what he's feeling- can't reach it, can't feel it, because his head is empty and heavy, but it's not- it's not bad.
He wants to believe this.
“Okay,” he says, and squeezes Sans' wrists.
“Okay.”
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cj-rogers · 7 years ago
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locked,
[So Charlie was wrong. So wrong into thinking she could race time. The outside appearance of her home were telling her she'd won, but once she crossed that threshold, she could smell the scent of coffee, and hear a set of soft lungs in the kitchen. So she began to plan the conversation in her mind, just in case she was stopped on her way to the hallway, but even as she started walking from the front door, she could her hear mom call her name]
Charlie? Is that you?
[And eyes squeezed shut, cursing to herself. She's going to walk lightly and make her appearance.]
Yeah, Mom. It's me.
[And Sage has peaked around the corner.]
I made coffee. Come sit with me?
[And Charlie knows she can't deny her mother this so she's merely nodded and walked into the kitchen to sit on a bar stool or something. idk stage house ideas? you got'em? And oh look Biscotti's nice, Mom. Sage is pouring a cup of coffee for her daughter.]
So where were you?
First, [a dipping of her biscotti in her coffee, and a bite of it, too.] am I grounded?
Only if I dislike your answer.
That's fair. [A quick blow on the cup of her coffee because it was still hot. yikes] I was at a friend's house. We were watching a movie, and I lost track of time. [Mostly true. They weren't really watching the movie bUT, a sip of her coffee. It nearly burns her tongue off. Karma for telling her mom lies.] I guess I must have crashed halfway through.
Understandable. No drinking involved?
[An eyeroll, because for once nope, just drugs lol.] 
Nope.
And this is a new friend?
Yes, Mom. I'm allowed to make new friends, right?
Of course. I'm just wondering why I haven't seen Merry around lately.
[And Charlie almost choked on her coffee. Legit.]
I had a strange conversation with Lucy last night, and coming from what I've heard from your father,  you coming in late in a fit of tears, and your recent behavior... Am I piecing together everything correctly?
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Probably not, if we're being honest here.
Did you and Merry go through a break up?
[There's a sigh and Charlie's ready to walk away. Because no MOM WE ARE NOT TALKING ABOUT MERRy and she would have, too,  if it weren't for the pressing matter of her being grounded or not because she had a green-eyed nongirlfriend to meet later.]
Can we not get into this?
Charlie Jo, I'd like some answers, and so would Lucy. If what I'm saying is true, we have a right to know.
Don’t you think I would have told you if we were dating?
Would you have?
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[And Charlie's caught in that lie, but she's nodding. And Sage isn't even taking that as the truth, lbr.]
So you two are just fighting, then?
We're not fighting because she's not talking to me. I haven't heard from her in days, maybe weeks. I don't know, I lost track of the time. [She hadn't, no. She knew exactly how long it'd been, as she was still prone to checking her text message logs just in CASe mERRy, oN THE OFF CHANCE, WOULD STILL REPLY TO HEr rip..]
What'd you do to make her not want to speak with you?
[A huff of a chuckle. And WOW MOM] I didn't do anything. She's the one-- [Another huff, and maybe her voice is sliGHTLy RAISed which is a REAL BAD MOVE, CHARLIE. SAGE IS BAD COP.] You know what, no. Sorry, but I seriously will not get into this with you. It's really no one's business, but mine and Merry's. If Lucy wants answers, she's going to have to get them from her dumb daughter. Her mistakes are not mine to air out.
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[Her eyebrows are doing the line thing where she's giving Charlie a warning face for her tone.] I’m not concerned with Lucy’s answers! I want to know what’s going on with you Charlie! [YES SAGE IS YELLING AT HER DAUGHTER. WELP.] Why do you hate your best friend?!
As much as I would love to hate Merry I don't think I'll ever be capable of doing so. [A groan.] It's a long story and I don't want to get into it.
I have all afternoon. [And she's STILL giving the warning motherly stare, like Charlie Jo you sit your ass down in that chair and you tell me.]
[She's pushed her coffee away, because it's guilt coffee and she wants nothing to do with it. Mom, I trusted you to not ground me and to deFINITELY NOT ASK ME QUEStioNS ABOUT GIRL TWIn]
If you don't tell me, you're grounded. For real this time. A real sentence, and I will force you to pee in a cup. Your father's not here to save you this time.
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[A sharp exhale. Ultimatums. Great.] Fine. [Eyes rolled to the bACK OF HER HEAD.] I'm giving you the condensed version though. 
[She's rubbing her head and it takes awhile for her to start.] 
I'd be lying if I said I've been perfect. I've been... awful a lot of the time. I've said some things to her that I shouldn't have said. I've proven to her plenty of times that I would be a terrible girlfriend, but I like to believe it was all a front because I was just scared.
Rightly so, even, because I didn't want to lose my best friend over a stupid silly high school feeling in my chest. But, I got tired of it-- feeling alone, and keeping stuff from her. Stuff that I thought would hurt us in the end.
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[Charlie hasn't looked at her mother. Nope not once. Because this is the first time she's reflecting on the situation out loud and it's taking every fiber in her being to not break down. so.]
After Miguel's party, after seeing her there with someone else, I guess I decided that I didn't want to see her with anyone other than me... which explains the drinking-- I guess.
Still unexcusable.
[A Nod from Charlie Jo, because she knows.]
So I told her my feelings. She told me hers and everything, I thought, was going to a smooth start. Like, finally, maybe I could have something like you and Dad have and maybe it was time for me and her to do the relationship thing, but I was wrong. She's not ready, and all this time I thought it was just me. And [a wavering sigh because saying this shit out loud is deFINITELY bREAKING CHARLIE Jo.] So.. there. That's it. We never broke up, because we never were a thing and it sucks because I don't want to care about her anymore, especially if she's not going to care about me.
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Charlie, I'm sorry to hear that.
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[Sage's hand is on her daughter's. But her daughter is tearing her face away from that, turning to leave. Time to shut out parents for the rest of her life.]
I'm over it so can we like not say her name in front of me anymore?
I think you'll get through this. Actually I know you will. How many fights have you two been in?
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No, really Mom. It's done. I've moved on. I can't be a part of her shitty choices anymore. I'm seriously done.
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What do you mean moved on?
It's nothing. [A shrug because maybe she shouldn't have said that.] Can I go to my room now?
Charlie. This friend you spent the night with. She's just a friend right?
Right.
Because you'd tell us if you were spending the night with your new girlfriend. Right?
Right. Strictly platonic.
And you would introduce her to us. Right?
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Mom, as soon as anything changes, which I'm sure it won't, you will be the first to meet her. Before Dad. Because obviously, I can't trust him to not tell you everything.
[And she's walking out and Sage can only look after her one and only baby and feel very, very sad that her ship did not sail.]
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jennylovesjordan-blog · 8 years ago
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know.
Well, to be honest, she didn’t expect it to hurt that much. Marco had come back immediately, shouting her name in the middle of the panicking crowd running around the broken billboard, dragging Jackie’s hand with him across the entire Echo Creek. He didn’t find her at home, either, so to say that he’s having a break down is an understatement. No matter how many times Jackie tried to assure him that Star is probably okay - she is a magical princess after all - he didn’t listen and just continued on his searching frenzy. And Star? She was seriously giving her life decisions a second look. Sure, she had expected them to act like a couple since they are an item now, aren’t they? Hugs and holding hands and stuff are a natural thing to do when you’re dating, she knew, but a kiss? She—she…
…let’s just say she hadn’t expected it to stung that much. “Star? STAR!” She could hear him screaming her name, panicky concern in his voice. It made her eyes well up despite the ridiculousness of this situation; she had brought this on herself, after all. She was fine with it, with them, she kept telling herself that it was too late, it was for nothing, she could bear with it, right? If only for his happiness. She could do it for him, even if her heart felt like it might rip apart. She had had that scary moment when she couldn’t control her magic (now that she looks back at it, the beam of magic was green and not its usual flirty pink color) and honestly, it terrified her. She had lost almost everything; her spell book, Glossaryck, the history of her entire family… Even if her parents reassured her a million times that it’s fine, it’s no problem; they can fix it, she couldn’t help but feel this guilt looming over her head, the lingering sense of depression and absolute worthlessness that had been chased away by lip-sync nights with Marco over Just Friends and Too Little Too Late is coming back, making her losing her mind. And now, she can't— She can’t lose Marco too. It felt kind of pathetic, now that she thought about it. Sitting here, at the rock bottom of Echo Creek and feeling like the scum of the earth, trying not to cry her eyes out. It's—it’s terrible, how much she missed his hugs, even if they are all platonic and sweet. His loving, protective touches, even if they are as light as feathers. His smile, the bright shining sun in her darkest days. The way he would let himself loose whenever she’s around— The pure, unadulterated joy in his eyes whenever he looks at Jackie. It hurts more than she would ever admit. What would’ve been different if she hadn’t invited Jackie today? Nothing much, except for the fact that he would’ve been with her instead, would’ve held her hands and they would’ve had some fun together, no? But the fact that he did do all of those things with her made her even more confused and her descend into madness even faster. She—she didn’t know how to feel. Don’t get it wrong, she loves Jackie; the girl was as cool as a well practiced narwhal blast. But seeing her there with him, doing all the things Star herself used to do with Marco made this unexplainable feeling bubble at the bottom of her stomach. It’s not jealousy, that much she knew, but it’s not something unrelated either. Heh—she had really lost it, hadn’t she? And surprisingly enough, the ducks didn’t help her much. “It’s just—” she gestured wildly with her hands, at a complete lost for words, “I’m happy for them—I am, don’t you dare question me—but like, they could’ve done it somewhere more discreet, you know. Marco didn’t have to hold my hand the entire time he was making out with Jackie, either. Like, I know I gave it up already; no need to rub it in my face,” she sighed when the duck merely hissed at her (can ducks even hiss?) Welp, so this is how it is. Sitting under a bridge, curled up into herself and blabbing to ducks about her life problems. There goes the famous Princess Star Butterfly. God, when did she become so piteous?
He wasn’t sure how much of an imbecile could he be.
He knew—Marco Diaz fucking knew—that something was wrong the second Star left the seat next to him and run up to the stage. Her smile had been incredibly forced, but he didn’t call her out on it. He knew that he had made her feel uncomfortable. The awkwardness that had never been in their friendship before surfaced earlier in the concert and he noticed—God he noticed. But he didn’t do anything about it. He was screaming her name the second that billboard exploded in a cloud of green magic. He knew—he fucking knew…
He needed to find her. 
Well, it’s time to go home she guessed. It was dark and cold, and the lady who sells hair still creeps her out. Star sighed deeply and pulled out the pair of dimensional scissors, not ready to walk through the front door and face her best friend.
The scissors…
…She should probably give them back to him. They’re his, after all. And—and she couldn’t have them. She couldn’t have anything, could she? She cut open the fabric of reality and created a portal straight to her room. Dark. It was dark and lonely and— She missed Marco already. God, how was she supposed to live without him? Her plan was to go back to Mewni and just—stay there; she had caused him more than his fair share of trouble. But now, being here alone in the vast space of her own room… It—it made her feel broken. Hollow and angry at herself and worthless and self-loathing. Was—was this her punishment? For not telling him her feelings sooner? She was just trying to protect their friendship—it was too valuable a thing for her to lose. She could—she could be just friends with him, right? As long as she gets to stay by his side. Star, you idiot. You can’t stay—Marco’s suffering because of you. He constantly risks his life for you, and you still want more? What’s wrong with letting him date Jackie? At least she didn’t pull him into a deadly adventure for her own gains. What did you ever do for him besides almost getting him killed? That—that’s not true—Marco is my best friend and he loves me— Who are you trying to fool? Face it, Butterfly, you’re nothing but a burden to him. If you love him—really love him, then free him from a disaster such as yourself. And she felt inadequate. Insecurity was always Marco’s problem, not hers. She was always there to cheer him up and reassure him that he matters. So who will cheer her up? No one, that’s it. Nothing. Left with an empty soul, a cleaved wand and a heart devoid of emotions. Could she be more pathetic?
“S-Star?” he knocked gently on the door. No answer, but he knew better than that. “Star, I know you’re in there. Can-can we talk?” She was as quiet as a statue. And the door was locked. Dammit. “Look, I know I made you, um, uncomfortable. I get it. And I’m sorry, and I promise it won’t happen again,” he choked a bit on the promise and it made her heart clenched painfully, “Now can you please open the door? Just let me check on you? I saw that green magic blast and for the love of God, Star, I was worried sick,” his voice was nothing but tender loving care and she could feel herself crying, “Wait, are you crying? Are-are you okay? Are you hurt? Why did you blast the billboard? God, did Ludo come for your wand again? Star? Star, open the door!” She was sobbing now and she knew he could hear it but she didn’t care, “Star, please. I will break it down if I have to, I swear.” he paused for a little as if he’s contemplating something, “If-If you don’t want to see me I’ll ask Mom to come up and check on you? I-I sent Jackie home already so please, just—just let me in—” He sounded so desperate she wondered why he was even doing this. It’s pointless, it’s all pointless. She was selfish and dirty and she couldn’t believe she was jealous over her best friend’s happiness and she didn’t deserve him and why didn’t he just leave her alone— The lock buckled again when he tried to shake it out of place and she panicked. “D-Don’t come in!” The shaking stopped immediately at her words and she sighed in relief. “I-I’m not hurt, Marco,” her voice was an octave higher than usual but again, she didn’t care, “I’m just, um, relaxing. Yeah, relaxing! The hype at the concert got me good, you know? Just chilling a bit to cool off and then I’ll be good as new. No need to worry about me, heheh,” she forced out a laugh and it was painful. But if it gives him reassurance… She would do anything. He was deathly quiet now, and she was scared. Scared that he had left already. Scared that he had abandoned her, that she had just done something wrong and he hates her now, and how could she—how could she— “Star,” he whispered softly on the other side and she perked up slightly, “Why are you lying to me?” He sounded small and heartbroken and so vulnerable it made her wanted to kick the door open and just hug him, hug all the stupid depression out of him for his kind and bright smile to return. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. So she cried instead. “I know,” he told her softly, “that you don’t exactly like me dating Jackie. Don’t think that I’m that oblivious—even if I am I can still read you like a book. I know you, Star Butterfly. I know when you’re distressed, uncomfortable, or those moments when you would put on a strong face no matter how powerless you feel. Everyone else would be fooled but I wouldn’t. Because I know.” She really shouldn’t be crying this much. “But what I don’t know is what makes you like that. So please, Star, tell me. You know I’ll always listen, always understand—or at least try to understand. I want to help. Please, you know I’m always here for you. Like how you are always there for me.” “Can you open up to me?” Of course. But she couldn’t.
So yeah I don’t really write ficlets for individual episodes like this but Just Friends is different. I’ve been through this hell and let me tell you, having an unrequited crush on your best friend who is datin another one of your friend is just depressing, guys.
So have an almost 2k drabble finished at 1:30 am. Sorry not sorry.
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derenyanai · 7 years ago
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Ashes of the Old World Session Branch 13-B Part 1
Time: Sometime after Session 12 Characters: Zealous Terminator
Starting things off for the hell of it, Zealous, You're in Anxe, a city known for being really tall and built out of mostly towers, the excited comradery and celebration of the populace is fairly loud after the wierd spider invasion has been fought off recently in part thanks to your "friends" , Your "friends" are currently having to deal with tarnocks trial coming up, something about a guard going missing, as you might have been told by uncle ashara, either while he was drunk or slightly less drunk, either way you have free reign to explore, what do you do? 
"Hm, I wonder where everyone is at right now?" I wonder quietly as I step through a door, looking about himself to get an idea of what the whole place looks like at this time of the day. At this very moment, I felt like actually exploring the library for some books on famous wrestlers. Hopefully I can find some interesting lore.
The library is a dusty bastard, people with pointy hats and vaguely important looking educational based cloths filling these halls, probably from various schools and colleges, while not a large buidling its pretty sizable and presumably chock full of books on various subjects, >Roll some hot saucy Investigation check to look for your desired books
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While few books you find have the term "Wrestler", You find atleast five in total revolving around arena games and pit fighting, One actually going into a specific biography about one of these participants in these games "Sexy Fred" detailing how sexy he was and the force at which he ripped opponents in two and danced beautifully after victory, two of the books have two different accounts by two seperate authors about the start of competive fighting stating there own home town as the start of it, contradicting each other atleast every respective chapter, The remaining two are ledgers holding lentghly lists of known "wrestlers" or "arena fighters"
"This sounds fun." I stated as I flipped through the pages, "This Sexy Fred sounds quite livid." After few minutes of reading into it, I had already begun to form ideas in my head. This... "arena games" and "pit fighting" sounds like something I should look into. I turn to the nearest coneheads which are also deemed as guardians of the library. "Hey, where can I find pit fights?" I ask.
The nearest conehead, A halfling with freckles all round thier face and bright orange hair almost going down to thier feet, confusidly looks to Zealous, she looks tired trying to determine if shes even awake after just glancing at him for a couple seconds, with the only immediate response being, "....what?"
"The pit fights, the arena gaming, the place where Sexy Fred fights at. Can you point the direction out to it for me, please?" I ask, growing mildly concerned for the exhausted ginger in front of me.
"...Finals coming up and I'm already hallucinating" The ginger halfing shakes her head, as if trying to disprove to herself that Zealous is even there "....And you're still there, Hello, sorry I don't....I don't know what your talking about, I don't know a fred, Is he a friend? I can check the ummmm...Lost and found....no thats....you can't put people in there, no"    The tragic lack of coffee in this time becomes violently apparant
"If you are taking history finals, you are failing it terribly, my young fair madame!" I shout at the librarian as I waved at her. "Sexy Fred is somewhat of a gladiator I hear. Never mind, is your elderly one or a supervisor around?"
"No they're at the college, they make me buy books they wrote and the libraray sells them here, 50 gp is fucking bullshit, course requires it too, they only reference ONE FUCKING PAGE, I just wanted to learn astrology dammit, The fuck is an algebra" Ginger Halfling has started crying
I sigh out of exasperation. I do not know why this young lady is telling me her troubles with school and finances. I just want directions to a pit fight, or an arena. "Right... I don't know what an algebra is either, but if it's important, you might as well learn it." I stroke my orange beard out of frustration. Right then, I might be best be off to find a place that sells or gives information about maps. Wait, I am at library. I slap my forehead and began to search for maps.
Yeah don't even roll for that, they got maps, theres even a large sign saying MAPS, at the reception desk
I pick up the map and began to look through them for locations of the pit fights and arena games. I am on a mission ladies and gents! Zealous Terminator is coming!
There is actually several in and around Anxe, Roughly Thirteen competing ones in the lower city tier, Three in the mid city tier and one large one in the highest tiers
Assuming I am already on the lower city tier... I am going to go ahead and visit one of the thirteen pit fights then work my way around from there. Hm, I wonder if I should be concerned with Tarnock's trial? I should be looking for evidences to help him break free. Oh well! TO THE PIT FIGHTS! 
I ran as far as my tiny little legs can take me.
The Richard Butter Slam, Is the fighting pit you come up to first, it looks a little bit in disrepair, wooden boards covering atleast two destroyed windows,
A small line out front, A bugbear with yellow spots, A father and his five children, An elf, and various more nameless npcs  large bouncers standing at the door 
I sure hope these bouncers don't recognize me. By their sizes, I should be able to slip by easily between their legs!
?????.....why are you worried about them reconizing zealous?
You'll never know if I need a code or password to get into the fight club.
(Look at this fuck forgeting the first rule of fight club) That has nothing to do with being reconized, but i suppose if you wanna slip in without being noticed by bouncer senpai you'll half to make a sleath check
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The Bouncers notice Zealous-Kohai very shortly paying very little mind untill looks like hes doing a sneak , closing thier legs before he can walk underneath them "Hold it, where you think you're going?"
I look up and then chuckled uneasily, "Erm.... inside?" I said.
"If you watching get in back of the line, Or are you looking to get messed up?" The bouncer grunts
"Look at me and tell me what you think?" I point to my mask and my outfit, surely it is painstakingly obvious! "I am here to MESS someone up."
>Roll the better of intimidation or persuasion
"................" The bouncer is having the hardest time not laughing "You Serious??? HAHAHAHAHA" welp there he go, doing a laugh
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Can I do a punch to make him change his mind?
Shit fam give a go >roll your attack
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The bouncer is hit in such the right spot to spit out a whole Electrum piece, The other Bouncer is looking with concern "Lenny, We talked about this don't eat coins"
"No thats from....way back I don't.....look fucker just go in ow" Lenny bouncer grimaces
With a prideful grunt, I walk into the fight club! As upon entry, what do I see?
Zealous should be able to gaze upon, A bunch of chairs and tables filled with people, Surrounding a platform created by just having a bunch of crates pushed together, there is what looks like a fishing net at each side of the crate platform, This building clearly wasn't intended for this kind of activity but was makeshiftedly turned into it.
There is two people fighting inside the platform currently one with a club and the other punching him real hard, loud cheering from the crowd
I have urges rising inside me, warrior's blood boiling, screaming me to join in the fight. However... I think I am going to look around or hear anyone talk about this... "Sexy Fred". I walk about in the arena, also looking for something to eat. I am not just being here to revel in the fight, I am also here to eat food and pick up on the lead on the guy as well.
There is alot of Butter stands like selling whole sticks of butter, in The Richard Butter Slam arena, As well as barrels of ale, Bread stands, A stand deep frying bread using ale, wierd stuff
Hm, I think I am in mood for some Buttered toast and a glass of ale.
Costs about 12 copper in total, most of the price coming from the butter, its not very expensive down here and thats probably because everyone is poor as fuck
I SHALL TAKE THAT! Upon after purchasing them, of course. 
pffft, alright the conversion rate of gold to copper is 100 Cp per Gp, so...math that out, or just pretend its pennies to dollars if that helps. The stand (user) owner happily gives you your change and hands you your food
Nice! I grabbed dem food and then walked toward the table nearby and began to eat them as I watch the fight! I am totally secretly studying my next possible fighter's fighting techniques.
I'm just realizing zealous is probably the richest fucker in the room....Anyway! Yeah the two fighters are distributing a whole wallop to each other, While the club wielder have the clear damage advantage the fist fighter is moving around to dammed fast,making it hard to land anything on him, sliding around each swing and bopping the club wielder's nose, after a couple good snoot boops Club user finally collapses onto the platform, an announcer shouting, "Ohhhh! and thats another win for Legs Leviticus, The Club Conroy is going to be mad about that when he wakes up"
"END HIM!" I shout from the chair, shaking my fist violently as I spew butter and bread from my seat.
Legs makes his way to the end of the platform looking down at Zealous "What is with this....Sassy lost child?"
"I AM ZEALOUS TERMINATOR!" I shouted from the distance.
"Well you aint gonna be shit after I'm done with you" Legs motions upward with his thumb as if to challenge Zealous, Club is being picked up and dragged away by staff
"THAT'S A CHALLENGE I SMELL. I SHALL TAKE YOUR CHALLENGE!" I shout and charged toward the clearing, entering the ring by doing some sort of acrobatics for a dramatic entry.
Take a wild guess on what you're going to >Roll
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You look like your about to make a glorious  amazing and majestic flip entry, Right up untill you hit into the fish nets you've apparantly completly fogotten about, Legs seems concerned motioning to where Club is being carried out, theres apparantly a small flap where in fighters enter and leave the platform
I hurriedly remove myself from the net to face the Legs more properly. I also make mental note that there's a small flap in case I should inspect it. "Alright, just... give me a second here." I muttered quietly as I attempt to get myself upright.
Task is simple enough not to require a roll, since the net is fixed to the crates and the cieling, There is very little way to get tangled, inless you break it
Nah, no need to break it. Anyway! I get into the clearing and face the Legs more properly. I size him up from the ground, assuming he probably got a huge size advantage on me?
Apparantly yes, standing 6 feet tall and having him some pointed ears, legs starts stretching his legs
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I point up toward the Legs and shout out in a mighty prideful cry, "ARE YOU READY TO GO BACK TO YOUR MOMMY FOR SOME COOKIES AND MILK!?"
"SOMETIME LATER TODAY SURE, BUT NOT BEFORE I TEACH YOU SOME TABLE MANNERS" Legs exclaims stomping his legs onto the platform floor
"THEN GET SOME TABLES AND I'LL GLADLY ACCEPT YOUR LESSONS. TEACHERS NEEDS TO HAVE PROPER SUPPLIES TO TEACH THEIR STUDENTS!" I screamed at top of my lungs and proceed to grab at this man's legs.
Oh boy Combat start, Roll some crunchy Initiative, mostly just to determine who goes first
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Good Shit, >roll athelics to grapple
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The legs to fast to touch as they hop out the way of your grab attempt, His turn
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Seeing you leaned over he reels one of his legs backward and strikes it forward, this misses, but shortly after his other legs comes trailing behind, but this has about the the same success, zealous turn
I tackle and wail on the remaining leg he has on the floor!
TO BE CONTINUED->
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survivoremathia · 8 years ago
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Ep. 9 - "I'm the Only Pure Angel in a Game of RATS and Sloths" - Owen
OWEN
I hope Isaac is okay but like.... tribal cancelled? NUT. Isaac did nothing for me in this game. We didn't talk. We didn't vote together. As far as I'm concerned, he was a chess piece in someone else's hands. So I'm glad that's a variable that was removed :~) rip. Honestly though I do hope that whatever happened works out okay :( ANyways, I'm pretty sure Scott would've gone just as an easy vote. Now, I'm not sure what's going to happen next! Maybe Scott will still go? Idk. There are still powers out there. Especially Logan's merge fuckery prize!! Maybe immunity will be something I can actually win this time. I hope it's fun.
LOGAN
Isaac? I hope youre okay, but you stole two things from me. 1. You stole my extra vote. I could have shown who my allies are this round, but I never got a chance. 2. YOU STOLE MY FIRST INDIVIDUAL IMMUNITY? I've never done that before, and the fact I would have stolen it from TREVOR makes me so much angrier.
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So I still can't choose who to align myself with - Duncan, or Matt? If I'm with Duncan, I'm with Trevor, and I don't trust Trevor. If I'm with Matt, I'm probably in the bottom of the numbers, but I can pull a Sarah Mosey and hide behind his personality... same with any of the newbies, but I doubt they're worth hiding behind. 
ALI
Guess whose back, back again! Its ME! Welp, Isaac quitting made my exile stay somewhat underwhelming, importance wise, but him quitting and going to jury might be in my benefit. I was one of the few people he said who talked to him, and thus him going to jury without me having voted him out, might mean I'm still in his good graces, come F2/F3. Also, I love where I'm at in the merge tribe at the moment! I'm of course allied with J.D (still my number one), in the 'The Leal Jousewives of Atlanta' with Lydia and Trevor, and in 'The Hydra' with Matt and Sam. However, I'm also now close with Owen, and I have rebuilt a connection with Logan (even thought their lying to me about them going to room 9, which I am still kinda miffed about). Of those left, I like Ryan a lot too, and Scott trust me, so I don't think there are any issues there. Thus, the people 'on the outs' with me personally, are Duncan and David. Duncan, because I'm still super sketched out by that Rob idol play lie, and David, who I've barely spoken to. It seems like the general consensus for the next tribal is Scott, but then, I was talking to Owen about this yesterday, we feel like after that, this game will come alive and everyone is going to pounce. I finished the challenge, I went past 483, then went back to it, but I highly doubt I'll be first (I fell asleep ten mins before the challenge was posted, and completed it about 12 hours after it was set yikes)... I know concretely that I beat Scott however, so if he is the general consensus, he hasn't won immunity. What else is there... Hmmm, oh yeah, I'm somewhat conflicted, for my game's future. I feel like at some point soon-ish, me and JD will have to pick a side between our two four person alliances. If I had to pick now, I feel like we'll end up siding with 'TLJoA' alliance, as JD is definitely swaying towards them, and Sam is also close to Trevor, so we'd only be 'abandoning' one person (Matt). Ideally, I'd love to make F5 with TLJoA + Owen, because then, it'd almost be 'obvious' that me, Lydia and JD should vote out Trevor/Owen, as a duo. That's the goal at the moment! :)
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Tonight has been amazing for me game-wise. I've FINALLY made headway with repairing my relationship with Duncan and forming one by David! Admittedly, the latter only really happened when I messaged him 'what rhymes with four hundred and eighty knee' :). Anywho, I won't complain- if it brings us together, I love it! :)
MATTEW
yeah so...it's final 11 now which means game time in my mind. With Isaac and Scott leaving the game, we're really left with a group that has a lot of big threats and nowhere to hide. A few rounds ago I led Logan to door #9 in an effort to keep whatever goodie it held out of Trevor's hands but that immediately backfired when a) it was apparently only an extra vote that is already expired and b) Sam told Trevor that I let Logan know what it was! I'd love to have faith in my alliance, but I'd be a fool not to expect Sam and Trevor to be working together after they both mutinied from the same tribe. However, at this point, I don't think it's within my best interest to just keep quiet and not make a big move because Trevor is probably paranoid as hell that Logan has an idol and according to Ryan, he said that I "need to go" after Sam exposed me so I could very well be a target this round. The thing is, Trevor has Owen and Lydia absolutely on lock, so I need at least one member of the Hydra to be on my side or else I'd have absolutely no chance at getting the numbers. Out of the three, I think I can convince Ali to side with me, so I'm really going to work on buttering him up and enticing him with the idea of a "big move" in the event that Sam and JD were onboard with a plan to blindside me. 
DUNCAN
Isaac quit and Scott got Med Evacd meaning i made final 11 sluts!!!! And Rob is on the jury!!! I'm going to take a shot in the dark and say Isaac quit bc Solomon Islands is coming up so he'll need to dedicate his time to hosting that, which I totally understand. On the not so bright side, I'm never getting his vote, oops. I had a meltdown in PI johto like a week ago and swung at a lot of people, Isaac included, and I think it left a bitter taste in his mouth. OOPS!! Apparently I'm not bound to have good social game in Athena games anymore. *abbey shrug* 
http://survivoremathia.tumblr.com/post/158530385221/immunity-9-password
http://survivoremathia.tumblr.com/post/158568335546/immunity-results-and-announcement
OWEN
im gay but i won immunity so that is cute
LYDIA
I can't say I'm completely comfortable with this vote.  I've done my best talking to people but no one has really reached out to talk game with me besides my original crew of Ali and JD, and then the new crew of Ryan, Trevor, and Owen.  JD and Ali have been working with Sam and Matt, and I'm really not sure if me and Matt can play nice together rn so I need them to break away from that combo.  Also I like Sam and all but I get strange vibes about him, I know he doesn't have much interest in playing with me, he's a nice kid tho.   Trevor is causing some drama.  Ryan thinks he's doing too much and making himself a threat, which I agree with.  Ryan is okay letting him self destruct and I'm really not, but I'm also not willing to throw Ryan under the bus.  So I wanted to tell Trevor to calm down without making it obvious that Ryan is the one who was talking about it, but I don't think I did that very well.  I probably just made him annoyed.   In other news, I'm nervous about this vote because I feel like Scott should be the obvious choice but honestly people might not want to do that.  I'm scared this will get flipped on myself because Matt might be mad and I'm unlikable, or Trevor because he's allegedly doing too much. 
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When did Scott get medevaced??? God fuck shit now I actually have to talk to people. Son of a gun.....
ALI
Scott leaving has really made this next tribal super complex. My dream merged alliance of 'Me, Matt, JD, Sam, Trevor, Owen and Lydia'? Isn't happening. Why can't my dreams just come true ugh? What's worse, is that I MIGHT BE A GOSH DARN SWING VOTE. As it stands, Matt is amassing an army against Trevor, of Logan, Duncan, David, Ryan and himself with me as the sixth, and Trevor's alliance is himself, Lydia, Owen, Sam, JD and me AGAIN as the sixth. Well, I am trying to think it through, as to which side to go to. I am far better connected on the Trevor side of things (am close to JD and Sam, am in a four person alliance with Trevor and Lydia, really like Owen), but I am super concerned about a Trevor , Owen and Lydia power trio. Like really really concerned. On the other side, I'm not especially close with David, nor am I with Ryan. Logan and Duncan I've rebuilt relationships with, but we still have that Eddie vote that's preventing a solid alliance for being formed. I really like Matt though and want to stick with him. I have some plans. Plan A) This is the dream plan. If I can somehow dismantle this split vote, and make it a large majority, then I'm not pissing off like half the tribe and can keep working with Matt, alongside 'TLJoA people'. If we can pick off an easy target, like David (can't believe I just described a 10+ times player as an 'easy target' but anywho) and then delay this inevitable bloodbath, I can try and quash people's differences. Plan B) PANIC AND WORRY AND CRY AND STUFF Plan C) Just pick a side and pray For my first game, this is quite the trial by fire. I've been thrown way into the deep end.
LOGAN
if trevor blindsides me for the second time in org career together i will b one PO'd cookie
AMANDA
Hi Jay! It's me again! I just wanted to say hey and also you're great. Cami and Abbey too, since they will read this at some point. Love you all!
LOGAN
Amanda is my favorite mom today tho bc it's Sunday and she deserves it.
OWEN
Being under the radar is easy when you have immunity. Apparently Ryan told Lydia that Trevor was controlling so like.... that's good for me!! Everyone would target him before me, I think. But they can't forget the other trio in the game, Sam, Ali and JD. Sam in particular has been extra stupid to talk to because he won't bring up any names to me or talk game and it's almost as transparent as me trying to force him to lol. He never mentioned the idol to me even though Duncan claims that he knows I know anyway. Isn't that even more of a reason to bring it up...? Yeah it's... just not good!!! I don't wanna be too pushy but I think the best move for me is if David stays and Matt goes. I'm just worried that they'll try to flip it on Trevor or something. But I do have a plan for the rest of this game!! Here's the order I wanna get shit done :~) Matt Sam Ali Ryan Logan Duncan David JD That would be the ideal boot order... Assuming I want to be in the end with Trevor. It would be more ideal to me if Trevor were to leave at five or four because I think he would beat me. The problem is I don't want to write his name down and I know Lydia won't want to either? Which means something else would have to happen for him to go - like an idol play. I want Sam gone before he plays the damn cursed idol. But idk how I'll get that done next round. If Matt goes, I would need Ryan and his extra vote, Lydia, Trevor, myself, and David. Which sounds hard. Maybe I'll talk to David and tell him he's on the chopping block... but if that gets back to the others then they'll be sketched out by me and wanna vote out Trevor. God I would rather just go back to sleep than deal with this. The only thing Scott ever did to make the game harder was get his ass booted. Fuck that
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Everyone was set on David but that's not good enough for me so! I tried bringing up voting Matt to Sam and he continues to avoid talking actual game with me so I brought it up to Ali and Ali clearly didn't wanna vote Matt out. Alright Ali!!! Interesting! Ali said that he's close with Matt and can keep an eye on him and so :) I went to duncan and was like Ali is close with Matt and so is Logan we need to do something. And then sometime during this I guess Matt brought up trevor's name and Sam told trevor and then duncan asked sam about voting matt and I just.... am screaming!!!! Hopefully Matt doesn't catch wind of this and hopefully Sam and Duncan decide it's better to vote for Matt than for David. Then we would just need Lydia and Ryan on board... and Idk what would happen with Ali and JD if they weren't told about the vote?? Either way if this works, and all I had to do was be the match that sparked the flame, I'll cry
TREVOR
https://youtu.be/BLR36h1uZHQ
DUNCAN
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=pxPn-7pD9lo&feature=youtu.be
RYAN PALMER
ok so chaos ryan is here yall! lets see if we can get trevor out tonight. if this works i fucking win. i dont care if i get voted out. it will be the most amazing move created in a half an hour on no sleep ever! LETS GET THIS GAME GOING! IM NOT HERE TO PLAY TREVORS GAME!
OWEN
Well well well!!! Looks like I'm the only pure angel in a game of RATS and sloths!! The Matt thing got rolling and the votes shifted away from David but then.... Matt pulled together a group to vote Trevor!!! Which Duncan may or may not be a part of. So theoretically they believe David, Logan, Matt, Ryan, Duncan, and JD are voting Trevor, Trevor Lydia and myself are voting Matt, and Ali and Sam are voting David?? But Sam and Ali know all about the Matt plan and JD told them all about the Trevor plan. So I guess it'll come down to both Duncan and the idols left. Trevor for some reason thinks Sam is gonna play an idol on him which I think is BS but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ This whole Matt thing really let shit hit the fan huh!!! And I'm just sitting pretty :) Got my idol round my neck, my popcorn in my lap, and my 3D glasses on. I wanna see fireworks after tribal.
ALI
Literally, this vote is madness. Its turned into an all out war between Trevor and Matt. Its just too much for me :(. Like, I need sleep. Why can't everyone just get along lmao?!?
OWEN
Also can we talk about how Trevor still wanted to trust Ryan even after Ryan told Lydia that Trevor was a threat???? Sketch. Not on my watch, Ryan!
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lmao me trying to convince Trevor to give me his idol and he won't!!!! sketch!!!!!
ALI
Please Sam! Play the gosh darn idol! :)
MATTHEW
So, I've been fishing around to see if anybody would be even willing to target Trevor and then Trevor does what Trevor does and causes chaos an hour before tribal so I have limited time to scramble. What started out as an "easy" David vote has now turned into a massive power struggle between myself and Trevor. There's really not a lot of people I trust at the moment, but Ryan Teddy Palmer is thankfully working his magic and helping me by trying to get numbers and using his extra vote advantage. It all comes down to where Ali and Sam lie. They're gonna decide my fate tonight. I want to trust in them because of our alliance but I know they were both kinda close to Trevor on their original tribes and I've had reason to believe they're both still kinda working with him, so this round is really gonna test where their loyalties lie. Unfortunately for me, if they don't choose me, I'm out of the game. I also can't stand Duncan's fakeness lol, he still holds a vendetta against me for retaliating against his move that was intended to screw me over. Like...4 of us voted your man out, not just me. But now he's besties with Trevor and wants me to go and it's just a hot mess. If I go out this round, I at least went down fighting, but I'm hoping that nothing crazy happens and Trevor is sent home once and for all.
ALI
Five minutes before the vote, and I'm having serious heart palpitations. Lord save me. This is sooooo scary.
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