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raspberrysmoon · 3 months ago

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tellmemore about ictd...pleasase e/nf

has been sitting in my drafts for almost exactly 24 hours. hell yes i will i <3 ictd. welcome to: random facts and story beats + some characterizations that matter (and an intro to the series since people have never heard of it somehow /lh)

cursory warning for mentions of death, brief mentions of cannibalism and stalking.

remember the masterpost is in my pinned with more info!! enjoy!

ictd starts during the summoning, where things spiral out of control for our main characters.

- ictd is a fic series where the lords in black (and webby) and a greater amount of control over hatchetfield! they're deeply connected to the land as well as any plant or creature born to or on that land. i.e. everybody who was born in hf.

- their grip is stronger and meaner in the witchwood. this is why people like lumberaxe and the metzgers are the way they are.

- they also have "districts", where children born are more likely to fall into a specific connection (like downtown, where pokeys strongest, or the old kids district where nibbly's stronger). i havent exactly worked out the map of the island yet, so this is a work in progess

- connection level ranges from 0 (non native to hf) to 10 (a lord), and power falls along with this. higher number, more power. the current strongest human or human-adjacent character is lumberaxe at a 9. anybody above an 8 is likely to appear slightly off or inhuman. the most common levels are 2-4, the least are 0 and 10, of course

- pete, steph and grace (called 'the three' or 'our three') are all 3-6 when the series starts. they'll wind up being 7s or 8s by the end. we get to see them evolve :]

- all three have physical changes immediately. grace grows eyes in odd places, pete grows horns and excessive hair on his legs thats painful to touch for months, steph grows sharper teeth. i bet you can guess who's connected to which lord

- a lot of people die. your faves might die. my dead list isnt done yet. they all have a role in max, ruth, and richies storyline. i have to start have my ictd posts with "i killed your blorbo, im sorry" (see linda, zoey, the metzgers eventually)

- a fun fact: blinky has the most people so far, webby has the least!

- lots of bad things like cannibalism and stalking happen. often. "its hatchetfield", they say. people go missing constantly, and turn up dead or half dead. eventually.

- the clivesdale rivalry is one-sided, and fueled by the lords. any hatchetfield citizen will deadass kill a chemist. for fun. the lords find this entertaining, including webby.

- any connection (alignment) to any lord causes illness. what type differs between lord, and intensity varies from person to person. miss holloway and sheila young have it the worst.

ok, ill save you a full blown essay. this is most of the things i haven't gotten a chance to talk about before now :]

#i curse the day #starkid #hatchetfield #raspberry writes #alice answers asks !!

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awigglycultist · 1 year ago

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NPMD thoughts

Omg Richie's screams

Poor Richie my beloved

He's dead <3

Oh wait Ruth's headgear is missing in this song

Grace covering her mouth!

STEPH! PETE! <3

WHAT A START

Sycamore! We really need to know more about them

Rip Peter

I love the running in Literal Monster

Out first Max saying Bitch incident!

Get him up! Get this fucker up!!

I love being able to properly see everyone's facial expressions

I hate Solomon so much

Steph is very stupid for putting her hand above her phone as it's about to me smashed but also I'd probably do the same

"this projects on thermodynamics, what the fuck are you talking about?"

I literally love Ruth's, Pete's and Richie's friendship so much

"What was I like when she touched your arm? Did you cum!?"

"Pete silence your phone in the library!" you guys have been screaming this whole time but ok

NANI?

Ugh Pete you are cooler than you think you are!

Love Max finishing the "woah oh oh oh"

"Had to sell your bowtie to feed your fuckin family?"

Omg Pete's breathing and whining while Max is monologuing <3

"now say your fucking prayers bitch!" "-amen!" is still such a good transition

"mom will you pass the buttstuff?" "I just want some head and butter" "bread and buttstuff" still get me

"I love... Jesus <3 :)"

Dirty Girl should not be so good

"WHO ON OCCASION GETS DIRTY!"

Me trying to watch this and imagine watching with my dad to figure out the appropriateness and if gonna have to skip past parts

Ugh Pete <3

Ugh Steph caring about Pete so much despite knowing him for one day <3

Hatchettown notfi!

#pottypants let's get it trending

IT'S BULLY THE BULLY TIME!!!

Love hoe you can see Steph slowly getting into it

Beans cool? Excellent!

Pete's and Richie's finger fun moment!

"who was that?" "my boyfriend!" "sounded like a telemarketer" "okay my ex boyfriend"

Love the screams after "you kinda look like that homeless man from downtown"

"fucking useless Pete!"

"no he thinks the ghost is real he's just really fucking brave"

"I am Jägerman! I am God! Go Nighthawks!"

Skele'on

The little bit of info that Max's dad would call him a cuck and the fact that his bullying likely comes from a lot more trauma with his dad

It's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for him :(

Rip the glow in the dark skeleton costume

"this is Hatchetfield, people go missing everyday!"

Love Kyle and Brenda, what a supportive couple

"this is really your C+" "oh, Steph, you can keep it :)"

"with consent of cour cause we care!"

FUCK YOU CLIVESDALE!!!

Zeke the fighting Nighthawk like Ezekiel from Perky's Buds! Did Ekekiel name himself after Hatchetfield's mascot?

Love the audience cheering after "fuck Clivesdale fuck em straight to hell!"

Richie struggling with costume is so good

"I love being alive!"

God the costume and makeup up close! So good!!!

Smoke club!

Richie's fall is so good!!!

Jon's singing is seriously so good in npmd

And god Will is incredible

Yup Mark & Karen were just so wild at 18

"you don't say, you don't say. I'm be down there in a jiffy" "what'd they did dad?" "they didn't say"

Jeff voice over cameo!

Davis!

Love that Grace calls the cops pigs

Davis and Virginia!

Ziggy! Barry! Charlie!

Bryce's solo <3

Gerlad!

Love the cameos so much (but also rip Jerry, least it's preserved in the album

The bbq monologues bit is so stupid and so good and funny

Me Barbecue!

I love Trevor I hope we see him again

"I'm my dreams, it's my barbecue!"

Just For Once is so silly and so emotional love it it's underrated

"it fucking worked I'm fucking here he's fucking her!"

Lauren is so good!!

"take a bow, bitch"

"Every citizen of Clivesdale is guilty until proven innocent"

Shapiro saying she found the wwjd bracelet in the principal's office really got me the first time

"it's God plan! And now he's leaving me out to dry! Do something you son of a bitch!"

PAUL & EMMA!!!!

The knowledge of what card Jon hands Lauren makes this scene better

"I have been waiting for what feels like 5 fucking years and I still haven't gotten my hot chocolate!"

Emma spitting in the coffee!

Rip "women shoe"

AHHH IF I LOVED YOU!!!

"Leave room for Jesus!"

"she's bisexual and dead where else would she be!"

Rip Angela's fall

"get your hands out of your pocket! Put your hands down! He's going for a gun!"

The scream!

Also the audience screaming during this entire scene from Paul's & Emma's entrance to Emma screaming, so valid and great

"don't comfort her she's fucking weird"

I hate him but we absolutely need to know more about Solomon, how do the Mayor's learn so much

The black book! The nightmare time theme!

And another reason we need to know more about Solomon, why tf did he have the black book and what did he do with it

Max's one liners are so great

"on the ground bitch I'm a cop!"

"are you a women of faith?" "catholic" "I'll take that as a no"

"there's something deeply wrong with this whole town" yeah there sure is

Pete saying he has no idea what he's doing when he checks for Shapiro's pulse is such a great way of keeping it unknown if she's alive or dead

AAAHHHH THE SUMMONING

"t'noy karaxis" particularly scratches my brain

AHHH THE LORDS IN BLACK

I am a bit sad you can't see all the dance moves at the same time and you so you can't really see them changing dances with each other but also the close ups are so cool and very fitting for the scene!

Jon putting his fingers together so it's reminiscent of the doll only having three is such a cool choice

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT JOEY RICHTER WHY DO YOUR EMOTIONAL PERFORMANCES HAVE TO BE SO GOOD

I WAS RIGHT I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR CAITIA REPRISE

They both do a great job during this and I NOT OKAY

Max's fucking beat boxing

"so you do know the bible!"

This is scene is seriously so crazy

Graces entrance afterwards with the cigarette is so great and Max's entrances afterward laying on the bench is so great

The spin!

The lighting!!!

Homecoming time!

Someone remind me to add Joey in best of you to the air guitar thread

And that's it. That's where ends :)

Grace is so crazy and I love her

#starkid #hatchetfield #npmd spoilers #npmd #nerdy prudes must die #nerdy prudes must die spoilers

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fruity-phrog · 9 months ago

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OKAY SO BASICALLY-

I've heard it said, by you actually beloved moot, that Wiggly and Webby are twins. While I totally see the extreme merit and angst in that headcanon, I raise: Blinky and Nibbly being twins. Seems random, but let me explain.

For context, I see the age gaps (if you can even call them that) as Webby being the oldet, closely followed by Wiggly and then Pokey. A bit later came Blinky and Nibbly, and Tinky was last. Now, on the surface, there aren't too many similarities between Nibbly and Blinky, but I promise there's a reason behind my idea of them being the closest of the Lords.

First, think about their process. Their method of rule. Blinky rules from Watcher World - a well known amusement park, one that garners many visitors with its almost Disney Land-esque performances and rides. And Nibbly presides over the Honey Queen Pageant, a famous competition that the entirety of Hatchetfield and Clivesdale follow with bated breath. There's a joint concept of hiding in plain site. Of taking the citizens of Hatchetfield's desire to escape the mundanity of their lives and using it to their own advantage.

Continuing on the idea of the parallels between the Honey Queen pageant and Watcher World, they are both used as entertainment of sorts for their respective Lord. Nibbly uses the talent show and speeches and all that precedes them to select his next vessel, and Blinky's Barker at Watcher World literally says that everything that happens at the park is done for Blinky's entertainment. Much like their brothers, Blinky and Nibbly take delight in the pain they cause, but unlike the others, they actively work it into their enslaved and trapped humans.

As well as this, they stand out from their brothers as having different MOs. While Wiggly and Pokey both create apocalypses, and Tinky focuses ONLY on Ted, both Nibbly and Blinky keep their fun local and contained. If you didn't sign up for the Honey Queen pageant, congrats! You're safe! If fairgrounds aren't your thing, and you didn't visit Watcher World, congrats! You're safe! They don't sow inevitable, unavoidable chaos like their older brothers, but they're still able to choose to take someone while still playing by their rules, unlike Tinky.

But oh, I'm not done yet. Let's move away from how they do it, and think about who they do it to. At first, their chosen favourites have nothing in common - Linda Monroe and Bill Woodward? But when you think about it - and trust me, I've thought about it - the similarities are stark. Both Nibbly and Blinky used their respective favourites' familial relations to get to them; Bill with Alice, and Linda with Gerald, Roman and to a degree River. Both Nibbly and Blinky use familial insecurities to get to their favourite.

So yes. This is how Blinky and Nibbly are twins. I hope you enjoyed the autism.

Do you want to talk to me about Blinklotep and Nibblenephim I promise I’ll be normal this time-

#watcher honey #Nibbly #Nibblenephim #Blinky #Blinklotep

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blueskiesandstarrynights · 3 years ago

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Honestly, if Hatchetfield were real, I'd totally go. Like, I know it's a bad idea, but I have plenty of curiosity, and enough hubris to want to go anyways.

Plus, it's super easy to blend in/get along with citizens, just declare your hate for Clivesdale.

#hatchetfield #blue rambles #sk #starkid #tgwdlm #bf #black friday #nmt

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grottingham-city-archive · 2 years ago

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OLD ARTICLE FROM MY OLD BLOG: The Mystery Behind Town Rottingham

i wrote this article a while ago, back when this wasn’t the only thing I did with my life. Hope it’s insightful into this Grottingham County’s history.

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The Mystery Behind Town Rottingham: A Deep Dive into The Strangest City on the Eastern Side of the US

Written by Marshall Coutre

To folks who either live on, or have ever visited any of the places on the eastern side of America’s roadmap, you’ve most likely either heard stories, or told the stories yourself, of a mysterious ghost town that takes the souls of those who stay in it too long. Though most of it is based in tall tales, many people who claim to have visited and lived to tell the tale, have also claimed to have had eerie and paranormal experiences, especially during sundown.

The legend goes that the city of “Rottingham” is almost like a gateway to purgatory, or hell, or heaven, or that Rottingham IS purgatory itself, the details vary from person to person. During daylight it’s completely abandoned, but during the night the spirits of the trapped souls within Rottingham come out to party all night long. The parties are loud, bombastic, stupendous and supernatural all the same, and they’ll beg you to return for their next swinging celebration, though of course, if you stay in the night for too long, you may not have a choice. The stories all claim that those who do not leave before sundown will be taken by Rottingham itself, and added to the thousands of souls trapped within the city limits of the eponymous Rottingham.

The city in question, Rottingham, is a real place, of course. Now– before you get your proton packs and PKE meters, this does not prove that the place is actually haunted. In fact, “Rottingham” is not actually called “Rottingham”, its name, established in 1678, was “Grottingham”. The macabre nickname most likely came from the aging city’s signage often having faded and losing various letters, including the “G”, this is particularly noticeable on the sign placed just at its city limits, which is probably where the name started.

For those who are not familiar with their obscure U.S. history, this is an understandable mistake, but you’d think more people would actually try and correct each other on this mistake. If, of course, history on Grottingham was easier to come by. As I found out while researching for this article, if you want to learn about Grottingham and its history IN DEPTH? Good luck.

Since there is a lot of information, and I have things much more pressing than writing about a town full of dead people that MAY or MAY NOT be haunted, I’ll give you the basic rundown of what I found,

Also, thank you to Clivesdale’s public library for letting me borrow a bunch of old books that hadn’t been touched for at least two hundred years at that point. I’m sure I totally came off like a total weirdo, but- hey, that’s not entirely untrue, right?

Okay, so here’s the overview. Grottingham was established in 1678 by Randall K. Grottingham, an overambitious settler from the newly established United States of America. He settled the place, to which it grew to a relatively noticeable size. Pretty much everything in Grottingham’s history after that was pretty dull up until the late 1920’s when they started bleeding money. The town had over-expanded, especially in (at the time) “modern” technology, and was having trouble actually paying for it. Taxes spiked– which in addition with the start of the Great Depression meant many citizens were hanging on by a financial thread. Apparently, this is when the mayor at the time, a descendant of the Grottingham lineage, Russel Grottingham Jr. struck a deal with– someone. It was a big deal at the time, archived newspapers talk about a ceremony and days upon days of celebration, but the person they struck a deal with is sort of a mystery. I scoured book after paper, so forth, but I really couldn’t find much besides a photo that supposedly had the mystery person at one of these celebrations with the mayor.

On the next page, in the image depicted, the man in the hat is Russel Jr. while the man obscured by the hand of someone reaching for a glass is our mysterious peacemaker.

Our bizarre happenings may begin here, as all photos of this mystery man either have been lost to time, or conveniently always cover up his face. Though, I’ll talk more about him later.

Apparently he put Grottingham back onto its feet, allowing them to adapt to newer, modern technology and manufacturing. From this was spawned the S. Laughterday Chemical company, and the neighborhood practically built inside of the chemical plant, South Laughterday, sometimes referred to as “So-Lo”. So-Lo was built to house the workers at the massive plant, and their families, and was so incredibly polluted that pretty much everyone who lived there suffered some pollution induced sickness. Though, it’s worth noting Grottingham has always been notoriously polluted, especially after their resurfacing out of the red in the early 1930’s.

War efforts rarely saw any turn out in Grottingham during the first world war, due to their lack of supplies, but during WWII, as the city put up steel refineries around town, they became a prime supporter to the US Military for weapon and vehicle manufacturing and materials, and, on a far grimmer side considering people lived very close to these production lines, chemicals required for chemical weapons such as mustard gas, though (and I’m not an expert on war history) these probably never came to any real use as the western powers never used chemical warfare during the second world war.

Life in Grottingham continued to deteriorate in quality. During the 50s, the architecture and infrastructure was updated, but not to accommodate the easy-living stylings of that era, instead bizarrely brutalist and complicated, with more economical and corporation based factors in mind. The skies grew VERY clouded with smog, and acidic rain frequently fell upon the citizens of Grottingham. Crime rates slowly rose, as the city, despite building its manufacturing economy to a frightening size, didn’t make much money. They never returned to red, but they had a habit of getting awfully close to bankruptcy.

By the late 70’s, Grottingham had gathered quite a reputation, becoming the city with one of the highest mortality rates in the U.S, and generally a very dreadful place to live in. Unfortunately, almost nobody ever bothered to leave. I’m unsure as to the exact reason, but I’ve seen conflicting viewpoints vary from stubborn, classic birthplace patriotism, to foolishness, what have you. Personally, I think the most likely explanation is that people couldn’t afford to. Gas was expensive, Travel was expensive, Housing outside of Grottingham was expensive, and people were apparently worked to the bone in their workplaces, if the desk jobs hadn’t made their muscles and minds atrophy. The sad truth was that nobody had the money, or the willpower, or the want to leave.

And in the 80's as the air of cold war nihilism hung heavy like the clouds of smog suffocating the city’s people, it seems like most gave up on dreams of escape. Death would take the citizens of Grottingham one way or another, so why even try to prolong one’s miserable life? As murders from the frightening roster of killers roaming the city were drowned out by continuous and grusome workplace accidents and deaths, the population quickly dropped.

High infant mortality combined with a total lack of drive to curse children with being raised during such a starkly grim time meant the town wasn’t making up for the people it lost, and by the end of the 20th century the last of Grottingham’s residents disappeared off of the map, and the city was wiped from the United State’s database of recognized cities, and merely became an abandoned ghost town.

As far as history goes, that is, though VERY simplified, the known story of Grottingham. Now, from here on out I’ll be discussing all the paranormal speculation, as it is yet to be proven to be true.

Grottingham ghost stories go back as far as the 70’s, as the city-wide death rate really started to rise, but they really only took the urban legend direction in the more recent times of the 2000’s.

In short, the legend says that the town is haunted by its tragically deceased citizens, who only appear at night, and party until the night is through. During the day, its an abandoned and entirely uninhabited ghost town, but during the night all of its dead residents return as ghosts, and beg visitors to party the night away with them, but legend foretells that if a human stays in Rottingham too long, when the sun begins to rise again, they will disappear in morning’s light along with the rest of the citizens, and join the waking dead tragically fallen before them. Now, I won’t get into a long diatribe about whether I believe in ghosts or not, (I don’t), but I think there are perfectly logical explanations for why those who visit often do not come back, and by explanations I mean ONE sound explanation, that being that Grottingham is an abandoned, uncared for, and unsupervised town with infrastructure that spans from being sixty to one hundred years old, and is definitely not being maintained. During daytime, the sunlight provides visibility, but at night the city is completely powerless, and there is thus no light or power to guide people safely through the area, especially inside of buildings. Police investigations I’ve dug up from the neighboring areas have marked various disappearances as being cases of accidental death by way of falling off of crumbling buildings, or being crushed by debris, and drownings in flooded and unkempt regions. Also, personal note, going to a place with rusted debris everywhere in your tennis shoes and tourist gear is a great way to get tetanus, by the way.

As it stands, the story of Grottingham is shrouded in mystery, but when you peel away the web spun by urban legends, conspiracy crazies, and ghost hunters, the history hidden away is strikingly tragic. In my personal opinion, I believe that all these ghost stories are majorly disrespectful to the people who died here, and the story of Grottingham is another example of the nightmare that capitalism has put many struggling sections of the US in, in recent years.

This is by no means the conclusion of my search for information on Grottingham, and I’ll be trying to archive it on a tumblr blog I’ve set up, at https://grottingham-city-archive.tumblr.com/, so keep an eye on that if you’re interested in this mess.

#sorry i have been so inactive. have been obsessing over all of this... but not doing much about it LOL

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amazingmsme · 6 years ago

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Preventing Apotheosis Part 1

This is the first chapter of my Spies Are Forever/The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals AU/crossover where the events of SAF took place in modern day and Curt gets sent on a mission to gather information on a strange meteor that fell in Hatchetfield and report back to HQ. But will Curt and his new partner be able to make it out alive?

Curt finally felt alive for the first time in four years. After getting back in the field, he swore he would never let himself slump so far into a depression like that ever again, even if he had to see Owen die before his eyes for a second time. Especially since the Owen he shot wasn't the Owen he had once known. No, his Owen was a lighthearted suave spy who always got the job done. He was sarcastic, funny, brilliant, there weren't enough words to describe how great he was. But the Owen he had faced wasn't that same man, not anymore at least. The Owen he knew had died when he fell off those stairs all those years ago. His eyes were cold and harsh and held none of the lively warmth they once did, and he was a complete sadist. He was going to torture him until he died, and he wore a sadistic grin the whole time. Not to mention the countless number of people he had killed. God, he had slaughtered so many young girls... Curt had no choice when he pulled the trigger.

He felt his work phone buzz in his pocket and pulled it out, looking at the screen. One new text from Cynthia that read, "Get your ass to my office now." He knew she probably wasn't mad at him, that's just the way she talks. Plus if she was angry, she would've used way more curse words. So he didn't feel too nervous when he walked into her office.

"Sit." He did as he was told, much like an obedient dog. "I have a new mission for you. Just came in this morning, and we still don't have a lot of information, but that's where you come in. Late last night a large meteor fell in the town of Hatchetfield, Michigan and there've been a few reports of some of the residents breaking out into singing and dancing. Apparently this isn't the first time something like this has happened, so you're gonna be teaming up with someone who's dealt with this before." She handed him a file to flip through as she continued talking, "His name is General John McNamera and he works in a special division of the military known as P.E.I.P. Basically what they do is they go to these meteor crash sites and stop whatever the fuck is going on from spreading, and make sure no one else hears about it." She leaned back in her chair to prop her feet up on the table and took a drag from her cigarette. "I want you to get some samples from that damn space rock so Barb can run some tests on it. And anything else that seems like weird alien shit or whatever."

Curt blinked a couple of times, "Excuse me, did you say aliens?" He fought off his laughter because he knew from experience that laughing during a briefing would end in an ass kicking. She narrowed her eyes and took another puff, blowing the smoke in his face, "Or whatever. We still don't know yet, but based on the other events that have happened, it seems like it might be the case. Now I've been to Area 51 and I know that there's different kinds of these space bastards, so I need you to help me figure out what the fuck we're dealing with."

"Wait you've been to Area 51?"

"Yes."

"So aliens are... real?"

"Jesus Curt you're supposed to be smart! Do you honestly believe that we're the only planet with intelligent lifeforms? Give me a fucking break," she rolled her eyes, bringing the cigarette up to her lips and inhaling deeply, "Honestly I thought your clearance level would've meant you were informed about the existence of extra terrestrials, but clearly I was wrong. Although I'm sure your little "early retirement" brought that to a screeching halt, so no wonder you're out of the loop," she couldn't help but chuckle to herself. Curt looked down at his lap, feeling embarrassed. Cynthia noticed and stopped laughing and gave him a gentle smile, "But to answer your question, yes aliens are real. You're gonna need to fly out as soon as you stop by and get the necessary gear from Barb and not a second later. If you can't manage to get a sample from the meteor, get some air samples and if you can, try to get DNA from the affected citizens. General McNamera will meet you at the Clivesdale airport and you'll take a boat to Hatchetfield since the bridge will probably be closed and going by water will be your best bet. "

"Alright, and you said that people were... singing and dancing? What, like a musical?"

"If we knew we wouldn't be sending you, that's kinda the point of this mission."

"Sorry, I'm just trying to understand this."

"We all are Curt, so get the hell out of my office and head down to the lab, Barb's waiting." Curt followed her orders and headed straight for the lab, smiling widely when he saw Barb.

"There's my favorite little scientist! What cool stuff do you have for me?"

Barb looked up at him dreamily before shaking herself out of her love induced state, "So I have some foldable collection tubes that fit in your pocket, a taser phone, a couple of poison dart rings, a pen that's actually an extendable grabbing arm for gathering samples without having to touch them, cufflinks that turn into a shield, a keychain that shoots acid, a few extra guns because you can never have too many guns, especially in our line of work, and I made a special gas mask bowtie just for you 'cause I heard the air might me toxic!" She finished her rambling and shoved a duffle bag into Curt's hands.

He ruffled through, examining some of the gadgets, "Wow, thanks Barb! You never cease to amaze me," he said. She practically swooned, but he was too busy to notice. Even if he had she doubted that he would've done anything other than pat her shoulder at the most. He looked back at her then at his watch, "Well, if that's all then I better get going. Cynthia said I had to leave as soon as I got my things."

"Oh! W-well be careful!"

"I'm always careful, how do you think I got to be the world's greatest spy?" She just shook her head as she watched him leave. Curt Mega sure was something else.

He went to the hanger where the jets were kept and after checking that it was ready for flight, he climbed into the cockpit and took off down the runway. He had the coordinates set and followed the path until he reached his destination.

#spies are forever #saf #saf fic #spies are forever fic #the guy who didn't like musicals #tgwdlm #tgwdlm fic #curt mega #agent curt mega #cynthia houston

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wiggly-blue-shite · 6 years ago

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Chapter 38 From the Top!

(Prof H X Ted)

Ted and Henry reached the beach. There was a small crowd of people. Holy shit, people listened.

Henry looked tense and lost in thought, staring at the boat. It's them.

"Breath, Henry." Ted smiled lightly at Henry. This was going to be difficult for all of them but at least they're there for each other.

Ted spotted Emma and paul. They seemed really tense.

"Hey guys." Ted patted Paul on the shoulder. He flinched. Ted instantly felt bad. Paul's really not in the best mental state right now. But who really is ok right now.

"How are you Henry?" Emma sounded concerned. She's a good friend to Henry. Not so much a good friend to Ted but that's fine. He understood why she didn't like him.

"Better." Henry nodded.

Henry stared off at the boat. The look in his eyes, it was just complete fear. His stare was a million miles away.

Ted wanted to hold Henry and comfort him, but there was this gleam in his eyes that made it look like he was having a breakthrough. Ted couldn't interrupt that train of though no matter how much he wanted to.

"Emma do you remember what you said 4 months ago, about the head of the hive mind? The meteor holding the head." Henry looked like he was on to something. He was going to figure out how to kill them. Oh Henry you beautiful brilliant man!

"I don't remember!" Emma changed her tone, "The brain came down in the meteor. Something like that."

Go for the head! That's how you take it down! Kick them in the He... oh bill. Ted would have never said that without Bill's dumb threat. He deserved to be alive.

Henry looked off at the boat again. This really is terrifying.

Henry took a deep breath. Ted knew this was probably difficult for him.

Henry smiled at Ted. He has really perfect smile. Ted smiled back hoping it would cheer him up.

"I need to get to the island." Henry's voice was very serious. Ok wow.

"To take out the head." Ted never thought he was actually ever go back. But it totally makes sense. If the asteroid is the head, it needs to be destroyed.

"I'm sorry you want to go back to fucking hatchetfield!" Emma yelled. That's a pretty accurate way for Emma to think he would react.

"I need to take out the asteroid." Henry was so serious. Ted wished he wasn't so serious but that's kind of what the situation calls for.

"You're not going alone." Paul's looked very serious. Ted hadn't even considered that Henry would go alone.

"Well I'm going with him." Ted grabbed Henry's hand. "I'm not leaving you alone." Ted loved Henry so much.

"Well fuck that! Henry you're my best friend I'm going with you." Emma tried to look taller. Like Ted knew Emma was good friends with Henry but she didn't have to go. Now paul's going to want to go.

"I go where she goes." Paul really is predictable. Jesus Christ.

"We can't all go! Who's going to fight them off here!" Ted yelled. Ted didn't want to yell but Emma and paul aren't being smart.

"Well can't they do that!" Emma gestured to the small crowd of Clivesdale citizens. "It's their fucking town."

Ted didn't feel like the Clivesdale people should have to fight for their town. He's glad that Rosie and Finn got out of dodge. He called to make sure that they would be ok. Rosie's not a fighter, she needs to keep her son safe.

"Hello," Henry called to the crowd. What's he doing? "as some of you probably know, we are the soul Hatchetfield survivors. Thank you for listening to us and coming to fight the fight." Henry had a commanding tone to his voice. "The four of us need to get on to the Hatchetfield island as soon as possible. We need you to fight here while we go." The crowed buzzed with whispering.

It's weird in the last 4 months Ted's gotten so used to clivesdale. It's not home but it's close.

"Well it's settled then, all of us are going." Paul nodded. Ted didn't want to go back, but he's not going to to be able to stop Henry from going. He's not leaving Henry's side.

"How the fuck are we getting there?"

Fuck. Ted hadn't even thought of that. It's pretty far.

"I don't-"

"Hey I couldn't help but overhear, uhh do y'all need a boat?" A stranger with a ridiculous looking gun walked up to the four.

"Uh yes." Emma looked uncomfortable. Ted didn't like this guy. Who does he think he is?

"Well I have a speedboat you guys can use."

Oh well, that's helpful.

God the boat ride took fucking forever. No one fucking talked. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

It was so fucking quiets on the island. Where are all of them? They're not all on the boat.

The four of them walked down to middle of the street, staying away from buildings and cars. Guns drawn watching every direction. Ted was not going to let them get hurt.

Henry looked panicked, totally panicked. Oh the love of Ted's life. Wow. Ted just wanted to comfort him. Go back to last night, to just hold him in Ted's arms.

Henry took a deep breath. Ted looked Henry in the eyes. Henry's expression visibly softened. Ted's heart longed to see Henry smile again.

They stood in front of the theater. It looked terrifying. There was a giant hole in the front of the building.

Ted remembered walking past the theatre on his way to work. It was actually a really pleasant looking building. The asteroid really made it creepy. It felt like the building was humming. That's probably the infected. Shit.

Ted looked to Henry. Henry looked nervous. Once this is over they can spend time real time together, they can sing cute songs, Ted can cook for Henry, they can cuddle and they can be happy. Really happy.

Henry took on step into the building.

Creak

Shit.

The humming stopped. The infected definitely heard that. Well there's no sneaking up on them now.

Ted, Emma, and Paul joined Henry inside. This is terrifying. One of them can get hurt. The other three were very important to Ted, even Emma.

Henry stepped closer to the door. The others followed. Henry pushed open the door.

It's empty. Fuck where are they. Holy shit. Oh god.

The asteroid was center stage. It was huge and t just glowed blue. Bright bright blue.

CREAK

What the fuck was that.

Henry shot at the wings of the stage. Holy shit. Very musical screaming came from the stage. What the fuck. Holy shit. Ted got a migraine. The infected came out from behind the curtain and started walking towards them. Oh god it's them.

"Paul, Emma. Distract them." Henry commanded. This was so jarring. The migraine just got worse and worse.

Paul and Emma started running around getting the attention of the infected. It worked though. It's seemed like they were drawn to the noise. Can they protect them-

"Watch my back Theodore." Henry looked Ted in the eyes. He would protect Henry with his life.

"Of course." Ted really just wanted to see Henry smile again. But it's ok. Ted can wait until this is over.

Henry hurried to the stage, Ted followed close behind. Ted noticed a small group of infected limping over to them. Ted shot at them. Ted recognized them. Or at least he thought he did, he didn't know them. They just looked familiar. And now they're laying lifeless on the floor, because of Ted.

Henry was working at the asteroid. Ted was circling the asteroid to make sure no infected came near. All the infected looked familiar, just so familiar. People he had passed by on the street, costumers at Beanies, neighbors that Ted never talked to.

Once this is over Ted decided he was going to reach out more. Introduce himself to his neighbors and talk to more people. Because these infected were once people and now they're zombies. Holy shit.

He can't keep thinking about it. He'll go insane.

Ted looked over to Henry. He was sitting in the floor his head in his hands. Somethings wrong. Well something other that the obvious.

"Henry are you o-" Ted turned and walked over to Henry.

BANG

The pain was searing. Ted instinctually put his hand to his stomach.

Fuck

That's hurt so much. Holy shit. Ted fell to his knees. He couldn't stand. The pain was overwhelming.

Ted looked at his hands. They were covered with blood. He looked at his stomach. Fuck. Fuck. fuck. He was gushing out blood.

"Theodore. No no no no no" The panic in Henry's voice. Oh no. Henry shouldn't have to see this.

Henry rushes over and scooped Ted into his arms. Ted was in so much pain but he can't let Henry know that.

"It's ok Henry." Ted's voice was so weak. God. Ted's never heard himself sound like that before. He'll never sound the same.

"I'm so sorry." Henry was sobbing. Full on sobbing. Ted would do anything to see him smile. Oh god will he ever see Henry smile again. Will he ever hear Henry sing again. Or hear that adorable adorable laugh.

Ted couldn't help but start crying. God he's never going to be able to dance with Henry again. Ted doesn't want to die, god his life just got better.

"I love you Henry. I love you so much." Ted couldn't stop himself from crying. The look in Henry's eyes was devastating.

Ted pulled himself up to kiss Henry. It hurt like hell. The kiss was salty with tears. Ted wanted wanted to pull henry into a deep hug and never let go but he didn't have the strength.

"I'm sorry Theodore. I should have protected you I'm so sorry." Henry was rambling through heavy sobs. Everything hurt.

Ted could feel himself getting weak. He couldn't stand seeing Henry cry.

"It's not your fault."

Henry wouldn't stop crying. Ted had to calm him down in another way.

"How bout a dance." Ted tried to sing but his voice was so raspy. Ted tried desperately to not breakout coughing. He just kept bleeding and crying.

"Let's make a start." Ted could barely make out the words.

Henry's eyes looked so so pained.

"Music like this can really thrill you." Henry joined in. His voice was shaky with sobs, but it was still beautiful. At least Ted got to hear him sing again.

"You'll lose the blues and you may lose your heart." Ted couldn't sing anymore. It hurt so much.

"I can't do it. There's nothing I can do." Henry barely able to mange through tears. That's why he was on the floor. He didn't know how to kill it.

"It's ok, Henry."

"No it's not." Henry wouldn't stop crying. Ted needed to see him smile. Just once more please. Please god.

"Henry I need to see him smile again. Please love." Ted felt pathetic. He's going to die.

Henry tried to smile but he just kept crying. It's fine. Ted shouldn't expect him to smile. Ted couldn't barely breath without coughing.

He couldn't stop coughing. Each cough felt like another stab to the stomach. He couldn't stop crying.

"You're going to be ok." Henry kept crying. His beautiful blue eyes filled with tears.

Ted wanted to say something comforting but he just kept coughing. The coughs became more and more violent. His mouth filled with taste of blood.

Shit.

Ted didn't want to die. God he felt to helpless. He can't talk or comfort the man that he loved.

Everything went fuzzy.

"Ted please no, I love you. Not you too."

Ted could barely hear Henry's voice. His arm and legs went numb.

Looking in the beautiful blue eyes of the man he loved. And everything went dark.

#tedgens #from the top!#fanfic #im so sorry

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ninjafrog13-blog · 5 years ago

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The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals Theory - The Central Brain

We all know that Paul didn’t destroy he central brain during Let It Out, and I’ve heard plenty of theories on why. But I’m going to throw my idea out there. I’m sure plenty of people will have had this thought as well, though.

Throughout the show, we are given hints that to defeat the alien threat, the characters need to ‘cut off the head’, meaning destroy whatever is controlling them, which we learn is the central brain or hive mind. Emma and Hidgens believe that the central brain is the meteor that crashed into the Starlight Theatre and ruined Bill’s evening. However, Paul throws a grenade into the meteor, and the aliens seem fine. Why?

My guess is that the central brain was never on Earth. I think that the meteor was just sent down to get the spores on Earth so the aliens could begin taking over the planet. Maybe they were aiming at Clivesdale, as it is part of the mainland and better connected, but missed slightly and hit Hatchetfield, forcing them to alter their plan slightly.

The meteor was disposable. If it was destroyed, they could just send another down, or use the humans they’d taken over to get to the mainland and cause chaos over there. We do know that the aliens can talk like normal humans do, like after Not Your Seed when we see Alice, Deb and “The Bee” talking to Paul.

Which brings me to where I believe the central brain to be. It’s still in the alien ship. It must be. The aliens prove themselves to be incredibly intelligent, like when they take down Charlotte by emotionally manipulating her. They may not be brilliant at actually killing people (seriously, they had so many opportunities to kill the group), but they are smart. Would they really send the one thing that could defeat them down to Earth where it could be destroyed? No, they kept it safe and controlled the citizens of Hatchetfield from above.

That’s my little theory. Of course, maybe I’m wrong, but I think I have a good theory here.

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wiggly-blue-shite · 6 years ago

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Chapter 37 From the Top

(Prof H X Ted)

When Henry and ted arrived at the beach Paul and Emma were already there, guns drawn, staring at the boat that was only a mile or less of the coast. Henry was right about there location.

They'd be there within the hour. A few others were also on the beach, armed. They weren't alone. They could do it. They're most definitely severely outnumbered, but they could do it. Maybe.

"Breath, Henry." Ted's voice was so calming. Henry squeezed Theodore's hand. They can do this. Henry was not going to lose anyone else.

Henry walked up to Emma and Paul, Theodore following behind.

"Hey guys." Ted patted Paul on the shoulder. Paul flinched a bit. Everyone's on edge.

"How are you Henry?" Emma sounded concerned. She was a good friend. Henry's glad that Emma was in his life.

"Better." Henry nodded slightly. All thanks to Theodore.

Henry stared at the boat. That's them. They're so close.

There are more infected. There would still be infected on the island. They wouldn't put all of their eggs in one basket. They're just stalling another wave of infected. They have to find another solution. They can't just keep fighting them over and over again. God why didn't he think of that before. Christ what was he thinking.

How could they kill off all of them at once. They're a hive mind... if you take out the head the whole thing goes down. The fish rots from the head. Ted you genius in disguise.

"Emma do you remember what you said 4 months ago, about the head of the hive mind? The meteor holding the head." Henry's brain was scrambled. It was just a blur.

"I don't remember!" Emma looked a little pissed but it faded quickly, "The brain came down in the meteor. Something like that."

That's it! The meteor. Henry doubted that PEIP had ever even touched the fucking thing. They need to take out the meteor.

They need to get on to that island. God damnit Henry why didn't you hunk of this sooner. Matters are to pressing right now. DAMNIT.

Henry realized that Ted was staring at him. Henry took a deep breath. He can't freak out. That does no one any good. He smiled at Ted. Theodore smiled nervously back. That beautiful smile

"I need to get to the island." Henry knew the other three would refuse him. They can't argue with logic though.

"To take out the head." Ted's voice seemed far away. He's lost in thought. Henry had expected Theodore to argue with him. But he didn't.

"I'm sorry you want to go back to fucking hatchetfield!" Emma went back to yelling. Henry understood though, hatchetfield is dangerous. No one in there right mind would want to go back. But he has to.

"I need to take out the asteroid." Henry needed them to understand.

"You're not going alone." Paul's voice was steady. Henry never liked paul but he's a good guy.

"Well I'm going with him." Theodore grabbed Henry's hand, with his not gun hand. Of course he would want to come. "I'm not leaving you alone." He loved him so much.

"Well fuck that! Henry you're my best friend I'm going with you." Emma tried to look imposing, unfortunately her short stature counteracted that attempt.

"I go where she goes." Of course paul does. Henry knew he was going to need backup but all three of them felt reckless.

"We can't all go! Who's going to fight them off here!" Ted yelled.

"Well can't they do that!" Emma pointed l back up the beach. There was a small crowd of people gathered there, some with weapons some without. "It's their fucking town." Emma quieted down so they could hear her.

Henry never did really feel like he belonged in Clivesdale. As much as Henry hated teaching at Hatchetfield college, it was still preferred.

They can fight for their town. Henry was going to go back a finish the job in his own.

"Hello," Henry called out to the crowd, it got quieter, "as some of you probably know, we are the soul Hatchetfield survivors. Thank you for listening to us and coming to fight the fight." Henry felt like he was leading a protest which was absolutely ridiculous. "The four of us need to get on to the Hatchetfield island as soon as possible. We need you to fight here while we go." A couple people in the crowed nodded and murmured vague affirmations.

"Well it's settled then, all of us are going." Paul nodded like he didn't want to go back. But who really wants to go back to a place like that.

"How the fuck are we getting there?" Emma raised a good point. How the fuck would they get there? Shit Henry your brain really is giving up on you.

"I don't-" henry started.

"Hey I couldn't help but overhear, uhh do y'all need a boat?" A stranger with a very large gun walked over.

"Uh yes." Emma looked uncomfortable. Henry didn't really like this guy stepping into their conversation but he sounded helpful.

"Well I have a speedboat you guys can use."

Well that's convenient.

The boat ride took around 50 minutes. When they had gotten to the island chills went up Henry's spine. It looked deserted. It was so quiet. Why was it this quiet? It shouldn't be this quiet!

The four survivors walked down the middle of the street away from the dock towards the theater. They watched all around them. Where are they? Where did they go? They are not all on that boat.

They're probably not on the boat anymore. Henry hoped the Clivesdale citizens could fight for themselves. They can do this. Yeah.

No one spoke. Not a word. The sound of their walking was almost deafening.

They have to be here. They're just fucking playing with them. They've got to be. This is ridiculous. JUST FINISH THEN OFF, DON'T TORTURE THEM!

Henry took a deep breath. Theodore looked him in the eyes with such love. He didn't have to say anything. Henry knew everything would be fine. It has to be.

There it is. The old Starlight Theater.

It was completely disheveled. A big home in the front of the building where the asteroid hit.

It wasn't quiet anymore. There was a soft humming. They're here.

Henry gripped his gun tightly. This is it. They can go back to being happy, to their better lives in clivesdale.

Henry took on step in the building. It was so cold.

Creak

It echoed throughout the whole building. The humming stopped. Henry could hear movement.

Theodore, Emma, and Paul joined Henry inside. Guns drawn. This is the end.

Henry dared to take a step closer to the door that separated the lobby and the theater. That's where they are. All near the brain. Of course.

This cowardice is doing them no good. Henry pushed the door open.

Empty.

They must be hiding somewhere. They're playing with them.

Henry saw the asteroid. It was huge and menacing. It radiated blue. It was so god damn blue. Henry couldn't look away.

CREAK

There they are.

A creaking sound came from the stage right wing. Henry shot at it. He was met by operatic screaming. Henry's head hurt. It was so loud. So so loud. The infected emerged from the wings and started walking towards them, arms still outstretched.

"Paul, Emma. Distract them." Henry heard the infected coming from all directions. God they've been surrounded haven't they. Henry walked them into a trap.

God the screaming. Henry could hardly think.

If paul and Emma could get some of the infected off of Henry's back, he could destroy the asteroid. Maybe.

Paul and Emma ran off in opposite directions, yelling and screaming. The infected seemed to be drawn to the two.

"Watch my back Theodore."

"Of course." Despite the cold bleak theatre, Ted had warmth and love in his voice.

Henry hurried to the stage. A few infected redirected their attention to Henry but were promptly shot by Theodore.

The singing only grew louder. It wasn't singing really. It had no soul. It was just a perfect 5th. They grew louder and louder.

Henry tried to tune them out, but he couldn't. It was so loud. Henry could hardly breath.

Staring down the asteroid. Where does he start. WHERE. The world is at stake. Theatre, human science, human music, human food, Theodore's cooking, Emma's jokes, Theodore's singing, Theodore's eyes, Theodore's smile, Ted. They were all at stake. It all rested on Henry's shoulder and here he is not knowing where to start.

He began to chip away at the asteroid.

This isn't doing any good. It's a waste and time and energy.

He's failing all of humanity.

Tears rushed down his face.

He picked away at it more and more. A chunk fell of revealing a chuck of blue.

Henry threw his gas mask on.

It was so so blue. It almost hurt to look at it.

Henry began to tear at the blue shit. It did nothing. It just sat there. Of course picking at it would do nothing. Nothing at all.

Henry pulled out his hunting knife and stabbed it. It just became more blue. Why did it get bluer? Why. Why won't it die?

He has to be able to stop it. There has to be a way. It can't be indestructible, right.

Henry fell to his knees. Tears getting stuck and the bottom on the mask. Henry can't breath in this. He threw it off.

"Henry are you o-"

BANG

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The beginning of the end.

#tedgens #from the top!#fanfic

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