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Philip K. Dick, For Dummies.

I’ve been researching PK.D for a few years now, as he’s my father’s favourite author and I’ve been watching movie and show adaptations of his work for the longest time. I have personally only read the books listed, here’s the order (I think) you should read them in, based on difficulty level and the knowledge you need of the PKD canon to understand the books that follow. This is purely my opinion based on knowledge of the author. by philip-k’s-dick (lol)

Beginner. (These books and stories allow readers to explore Dick’s pet themes and stylistic quirks without falling too far down the rabbit hole)

The Short Stories: Over the course of his life, PKD wrote somewhere in the range of 150 short stories. Naturally, it would be silly of me to dump all of them on you at once, but undeniably, the shorter format allows the big ideas of Dick’s work to come through more clearly, and even the screwier stories conform to relatively coherent shape, making them an excellent jumping off point, especially for an author who wrote almost nonstop throughout his life.

My Favourites:

In The Days of Perky Pat - In this novel, survivors of a global thermonuclear war live in isolated enclaves in California, surviving off what they can scrounge from the wastes and supplies delivered from Mars. The older generation spend their leisure time playing with the eponymous doll in an escapist role-playing game that recalls life before the apocalypse — a way of life that is being quickly forgotten. At the story's climax, a couple from one isolated outpost of humanity plays a game against the dwellers of another outpost (who play the game with a doll similar to Perky Pat dubbed "Connie Companion") in deadly earnest. The survivors' shared enthusiasm for the Perky Pat doll and the creation of her accessories from vital supplies is a sort of mass delusion that prevents meaningful re-building of the shattered society. In stark contrast, the children of the survivors show absolutely no interest in the delusion and have begun adapting to their new life.

(Elements of the story were later incorporated into Dick's novel The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch, written in 1964 and published in 1965, in which a Perky Pat simulation game is induced by drugs and miniature models instead. Palmer Eldritch is not a continuation or sequel however.)

What the Dead Men Say - Death is followed by a period of 'half-life', a short amount of time which can be rationed out over long periods in which the dead can be revived—so that, potentially, they can 'live' on for a long time. When attempts to bring back important businessman Louis Sarapis fail, it's clearly more than mere negligence. Sure enough, Sarapis starts speaking from beyond the grave. From outer space, in fact. Yet no-one seems terribly bothered, other than those directly concerned in the plot mechanics. Eventually entire communications networks (phones, TV, radio) are blocked by Sarapis' broadcasts

(Philip's later novel Ubik is a continuation of What the Dead Men Say)

Autofac - Three men wait outside their settlement for an automated delivery truck. Five years earlier, during the Total Global Conflict, a network of hardened automatic factories ("autofacs") had been set up with cybernetic controls that determine what food and consumer goods to manufacture and deliver. Human input had been lost, and the men planned disruption to try to establish communication and take over control. They destroy the delivery, but the truck radios the autofac and unloads an identical replacement, then prevents them from reloading items. They act out being disgusted with the milk delivery and are given a complaints checklist. In a blank space, they write improvised semantic garble—"the product is thoroughly pizzled". The autofac sends a humanoid data collector that communicates on an oral basis, but is not capable of conceptual thought, and they are unable to persuade the network to shut down before it consumes all resources. Their next strategy sets neighbouring autofacs in competition with each other for rare resources and seemingly succeeds, but there is a hidden level

Beyond Lies The Wub - Peterson, a crew member of a spaceship loading up with food animals on Mars, buys an enormous pig-like creature known as a "wub" from a native just before departure. Franco, his captain, is worried about the extra weight but seems more concerned about its taste, as his ship is short of food. However, after takeoff, the crew realizes that the wub is a very intelligent creature, capable of telepathy and maybe even mind control.

Peterson and the wub spend time discussing mythological figures and the travels of Odysseus. Captain Franco, paranoid after an earlier confrontation with the Wub which left him temporarily paralyzed, bursts in and insists on killing and eating the wub. The crew becomes very much opposed to killing the sensitive creature after it makes a plea for understanding, but Franco still makes a meal out of him. At the dinner table, Captain Franco apologises for the "interruption" and resumes the earlier conversation between Peterson and the Wub - which now has apparently taken over the Captain's body

Human Is - Jill Herrick and her husband Lester are in the middle of an argument. Lester deflects his wife’s claim that he is “hideous” with cold indifference. He tells her that he will not allow their child in the house and will have him removed to government custody because he is interfering with his research. Before the distraught Jill can pass this onto their son Gus, Lester gets news that he will be taking a trip to Rexor IV. Despite Jill’s desire to go there and see the planet, Lester insists that he will go alone.

Later Jill tells her brother Frank and she is going to leave Lester. She explains how happy she has been with Lester gone and how he seems to be getting worse every year of their marriage. More cold and more “ruthless,” not to mention the incessant working.

Lester comes home a very different man. He praises Jill’s cooking and expresses disgust with his work on Rexor IV studying toxins. He says he prefers Terra and being home with his wife.

Jill reports these changes to Frank, while Lester is playing in the room with Gus. Frank has Lester brought to a lab for more studies under the guidance of the Federal Clearance agency. Before long they realize that Lester has had his body taken over by a Rexorian.

The Hanging Stranger - The protagonist, Ed Loyce, is a store owner who is disturbed when he sees a stranger hanging from a lamppost, but finds that other people consider the apparent lynching unremarkable.

He finds evidence that alien insects have taken over, manages to get out of town, talks to the police commissioner, who believes him, and after getting all the information about what Ed knows, explains that the body was hung to see if anyone reacted to it, anyone they didn't have control over. He then takes Ed outside and hangs him from a lamppost.

The Commuter - Ed Jacobson is a railway worker at Woking station. His life takes a turn for the worse when his son, Sam, begins experiencing psychotic episodes. When he is selling rail tickets at work, a young woman named Linda asks for a ticket to a destination called Macon Heights that is not listed on any map.

The Minority Report - In a future society, three mutants foresee all crime before it occurs. Plugged into a great machine, these "precogs" allow a division of the police called Precrime to arrest suspects before they can commit any actual crimes. When the head of Precrime, John Anderton, is himself predicted to murder a man whom he has never met, Anderton is convinced a great conspiracy is afoot

Full Books:

Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? - Rick Deckard, a bounty hunter for the San Francisco Police Department, is assigned to "retire" (kill) six androids of the new and highly intelligent Nexus-6 model which have recently escaped from Mars and traveled to Earth. These androids are made of organic matter so similar to a human's that only a posthumous "bone marrow analysis" can independently prove the difference, making them almost impossible to distinguish from real people. Deckard hopes this mission will earn him enough bounty money to buy a live animal to replace his lone electric sheep to comfort his depressed wife Iran. Deckard visits the Rosen Association's headquarters in Seattle to confirm the accuracy of the latest empathy test meant to identify incognito androids. Deckard suspects the test may not be capable of distinguishing the latest Nexus-6 models from genuine human beings, and it appears to give a false positive on his host in Seattle, Rachael Rosen, meaning the police have potentially been executing human beings. The Rosen Association attempts to blackmail Deckard to get him to drop the case, but Deckard retests Rachael and determines that Rachael is, indeed, an android, which she ultimately admits.

Clans of the Alphane Moon - War between Earth and insectoid-dominated Alpha III ended over a decade ago. (According to the novel, "Alphane" refers to the nearest star to our own system, Alpha Centauri). Some years after the end of hostilities, Earth intends to secure its now independent colony in the Alphane system, Alpha III M2. As a former satellite-based global psychiatric institution for colonists on other Alphane system worlds unable to cope with the stresses of colonisation, the inhabitants of Alpha III M2 have lived peacefully for years. But, under the pretence of a medical mission, Earth intends to take their colony back.

Against this background, Chuck Rittersdorf and his wife Mary are separating. Although they think they are going their separate ways, they soon find themselves together again on Alpha III M2. Mary travels there through government work, Chuck sees it as a chance to kill Mary using his remote control simulacrum. Along the way he is guided by his Ganymedean slime mould neighbour Lord Running Clam and Mary finds herself manipulated by the Alphane sympathiser, comedian Bunny Hentman.

The Man in the High Castle - In 1962, 15 years after Imperial Japan and Nazi Germany have won World War II, Robert "Bob" Childan owns an Americana antique shop in San Francisco, California (located in the Japanese-occupied Pacific States of America), which is most commonly frequented by the Japanese, who make a fetish of romanticized American cultural artifacts. Childan is contacted by Nobusuke Tagomi, a high-ranking Japanese trade official, who is seeking a gift to impress a visiting Swedish industrialist named Baynes. Childan's store is stocked in part with counterfeit antiques from the Wyndam-Matson Corporation, a metalworking company. Frank Frink (formerly Fink), a secretly Jewish-American veteran of World War II, has just been fired from the Wyndam-Matson factory, when he agrees to join a former co-worker to begin a handcrafted jewellery business. Meanwhile, Frink's ex-wife, Juliana, works as a judo instructor in Canon City, Colorado (in the neutral buffer zone of Mountain States), where she begins a sexual relationship with an Italian truck driver and ex-soldier, Joe Cinnadella. Throughout the book, many of these characters frequently make important decisions using prophetic messages they interpret from the I Ching, a Chinese cultural import. Many characters are also reading a widely banned yet extremely popular new novel, The Grasshopper Lies Heavy, which depicts an alternate history in which the Allies won World War II in 1945, a concept that amazes and intrigues its readers.

Frink reveals that the Wyndam-Matson Corporation has been supplying Childan with counterfeit antiques, which works to blackmail Wyndam-Matson for money to finance Frink's new jewelry venture. Tagomi and Baynes meet, but Baynes repeatedly delays any real business as they await an expected third party from Japan. Suddenly, the public receives news of the death of the Chancellor of Germany, Martin Bormann, after a short illness. Childan tentatively, on consignment, takes some of Frink's "authentic" new metalwork and attempts to curry favour with a Japanese client, who surprisingly considers Frink's jewelry immensely spiritually alive. Juliana and Joe take a road trip to Denver, Colorado and Joe impulsively decides they should go on a side-trip to meet the mysterious Hawthorne Abendsen, author of The Grasshopper Lies Heavy, who supposedly lives in a guarded fortress-like estate called the "High Castle" in Cheyenne, Wyoming. Soon, Joseph Goebbels is announced as the new German Chancellor.

Intermediate. (These are the books to pick up once you have the basics of what makes a PKD novel down. They’re obtuse enough to hit a little heavier, but don’t provide the full dose of surrealism Dick was capable of serving up. This is also good spot to jump in if you’ve experienced weird fiction before.)

Flow My Tears, The Policeman Said - The novel is set in a dystopian version of 1988, following a Second Civil War which led to the collapse of the United States' democratic institutions. The National Guard ("nats") and US police force ("pols") reestablished social order through instituting a dictatorship, with a "Director" at the apex, and police marshals and generals as operational commanders in the field. Resistance to the regime is largely confined to university campuses, where radicalized former university students eke out a desperate existence in subterranean kibbutzim. Recreational drug use is widespread, and the age of consent has been lowered to twelve. The black population has almost been rendered extinct. Most commuting is undertaken by personal aircraft, allowing great distances to be covered in little time.

The novel begins with the protagonist, Jason Taverner, a singer, hosting his weekly TV show which has an audience of 30 million viewers. His special guest is his girlfriend Heather Hart, also a singer. Both Hart and Taverner are "Sixes", members of an elite class of genetically engineered humans. While leaving the studio, Taverner is telephoned by a former lover, who asks him to pay her a visit. When Taverner arrives at her apartment, the former lover attacks him by throwing a parasitic life-form at him. Although he manages to remove most of the life-form, parts of it are left inside him. After being rescued by Hart, he is taken to a medical facility.

Waking up the following day in a seedy hotel with no identification, Taverner becomes worried, as failure to produce identification at one of the numerous police checkpoints would lead to imprisonment in a forced labor camp. Through a succession of phone calls made from the hotel to colleagues and friends who now claim not to know him, Taverner establishes that he is no longer recognized by the outside world. He soon manages to bribe the hotel's clerk into taking him to Kathy Nelson, a forger of government documents. However, Kathy reveals that both she and the clerk are police informants, and that the lobby clerk has placed a microscopic tracking device on him. She promises not to turn Taverner over to the police on the condition that he spend the night with her. Although he attempts to escape, Kathy confronts him again after he has successfully passed a police checkpoint using the forged identity cards. Feeling in her debt, he accompanies Kathy to her apartment block, where Inspector McNulty, Kathy's police handler, is waiting. McNulty has located Taverner via the tracking device the hotel lobby clerk placed on him, and instructs Taverner to come with him to the 469th Precinct police station so that further biometric identity checks can be performed.

Time out of Joint - Ragle Gumm lives in the year 1959 in a quiet American suburb. His unusual profession consists of repeatedly winning the cash prize in a local newspaper contest called "Where Will The Little Green Man Be Next?". Gumm's 1959 has some differences from ours: the Tucker car is in production, AM/FM radios are scarce to non-existent, and Marilyn Monroe is a complete unknown. As the novel opens, strange things begin to happen to Gumm. A soft-drink stand disappears, replaced by a small slip of paper with the words "SOFT-DRINK STAND" printed on it in block letters. Intriguing little pieces of the real 1959 turn up: a magazine article on Marilyn Monroe, a telephone book with non-operational exchanges listed and radios hidden away in someone else's house. People with no apparent connection to Gumm, including military pilots using aircraft transceivers, refer to him by name. Few other characters notice these or experience similar anomalies; the sole exception is Gumm's supposed brother-in-law, Victor "Vic" Nielson, in whom he confides. A neighborhood woman, Mrs. Keitelbein, invites him to a civil defense class where he sees a model of a futuristic underground military factory. He has the unshakeable feeling he's been inside that building many times before.

Confusion gradually mounts for Gumm. His neighbor Bill Black knows far more about these events than he admits, and, observing this, begins worrying: "Suppose Ragle [Gumm] is becoming sane again?" In fact, Gumm does become sane, and the deception surrounding him (erected to protect and exploit him) begins to unravel

Ubik - By the year 1992, humanity has colonized the Moon and psychic powers are common. The protagonist, Joe Chip, is a debt-ridden technician working for Runciter Associates, a "prudence organization" employing "inertials"—people with the ability to negate the powers of telepaths and "precogs"—to enforce the privacy of clients. The company is run by Glen Runciter, assisted by his deceased wife Ella who is kept in a state of "half-life", a form of cryonic suspension that allows the deceased limited consciousness and ability to communicate. While consulting with Ella, Runciter discovers that her consciousness is being invaded by another half-lifer named Jory Miller

Difficult. (This section comes with a caveat: within these novels you will encounter numerous hallucinations, drug trips, an entire trilogy about gnostic spirituality and mental illness, and more than a little unabashed nightmare fuel. It’s normal to get tangled up in what goes on in these books. It’s also normal to be weirded out. But with proper grounding, you’ll make it though with your faculties intact. Probably.)

The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch - The story begins in a future world where global temperatures have risen so high that in most of the world it is unsafe to be outside without special cooling gear during daylight hours. In a desperate bid to preserve humanity and ease population burdens on Earth, the UN has initiated a "draft" for colonizing the nearby planets, where conditions are so horrific and primitive that the unwilling colonists have fallen prey to a form of escapism involving the use of an illegal drug (Can-D) in concert with "layouts." Layouts are physical props intended to simulate a sort of alternative reality where life is easier than either the grim existence of the colonists in their marginal off-world colonies, or even Earth, where global warming has progressed to the point that Antarctica is prime vacation resort territory. The illegal drug Can-D allows people to "share" their experience of the "Perky Pat" (the name of the main female character in the simulated world) layouts. This "sharing" has caused a pseudo-religious cult or series of cults to grow up around the layouts and the use of the drug.

Up to the point where the novel begins, New York City-based Perky Pat (or P.P.) Layouts, Inc., has held a monopoly on this product, as well as on the illegal trade in the drug Can-D which makes the shared hallucinations possible.

The novel opens shortly after Barney Mayerson, P.P. Layouts' top precog, has received a "draft notice" from the UN for involuntary resettlement as a colonist on Mars. Mayerson is sleeping with his assistant, Roni Fugate, but remains conflicted about the divorce, which he himself initiated, from his first wife Emily, a ceramic pot artist. Meanwhile, Emily's second husband tries to sell her pot designs to P.P. Layouts as possible accessories for the Perky Pat virtual worlds—but Barney, recognizing them as Emily's, rejects them out of spite.

A Scanner Darkly - When performing his work as an undercover agent, Arctor goes by the name "Fred" and wears a "scramble suit" that conceals his identity from other officers. Then he is able to sit in a police facility and observe his housemates through "holo-scanners", audio-visual surveillance devices that are placed throughout the house. Arctor's use of the drug causes the two hemispheres of his brain to function independently or "compete". When Arctor sees himself in the videos saved by the scanners, he does not realize that it is him. Through a series of drug and psychological tests, Arctor's superiors at work discover that his addiction has made him incapable of performing his job as a narcotics agent. They do not know his identity because he wears the scramble suit, but when his police supervisor suggests to him that he might be Bob Arctor, he is confused and thinks it cannot be possible.

Donna takes Arctor to "New-Path", a rehabilitation clinic, just as Arctor begins to experience the symptoms of Substance D withdrawal. It is revealed that Donna has been a narcotics agent all along, working as part of a police operation to infiltrate New-Path and determine its funding source. Without his knowledge, Arctor has been selected to penetrate the organization. As part of the rehab program, Arctor is renamed "Bruce" and forced to participate in cruel group-dynamic games, intended to break the will of the patients

(If this one seems difficult to wrap your mind around, that's because its a fictionalized account of real events, and you may need to read about Philip's life at the time to understand the autobiographical nature of the book.)

The VALIS Trilogy

(Fictionalized account of religious experiences in PKD’s life.)

VALIS - In March, 1974, Horselover Fat (the alter-personality of Philip K. Dick) experiences visions of a pink beam of light that he calls Zebra and interprets as a theophany exposing hidden facts about the reality of our universe, and a group of others join him in researching these matters. One of their theories is that there is some kind of alien space probe in orbit around Earth, and that it is aiding them in their quest; it also aided the United States in disclosing the Watergate scandal and the resignation of Richard Nixon in August, 1974. Kevin turns his friends onto a film called Valis that contains obvious references to revelations identical to those that Horselover Fat has experienced, including what appears to be time dysfunction. The film is itself a fictional account of an alternative-universe version of Nixon ("Ferris F. Fremount") and his fall, engineered by a satellite called valis. (The plot of the fictitious film Valis was that of Dick's then-unpublished novel Radio Free Albemuth.) In seeking the film's makers, Kevin, Phil, Fat, and David—now calling themselves the Rhipidon Society—head to an estate owned by popular musician Eric Lampton and his wife Linda. They decide the goal that they have been led toward is Sophia Lampton, who is two-years old and the Messiah or incarnation of Holy Wisdom (Pistis Sophia) anticipated by some variants of Gnostic Christianity. In addition to healing Phil's schizophrenic personality split, she tells them that their conclusions about valis (which Fat had previously termed "Zebra") and reality are correct, and more importantly, that we should worship, not gods, but humanity. She dies two days later due to a laser accident caused by Brent Mini. Undeterred, Fat (who has now resurged) goes on a global search for the next incarnation of Sophia.

Dick also offers a rationalist explanation of his apparent theophany, acknowledging that it might have been visual and auditory hallucinations from either schizophrenia or drug addiction sequelae.

Characters:

Phil (Philip K. Dick): Narrator (first person), science fiction writer, author of Man in the High Castle, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, and Three Stigmata.

Horselover Fat: Narrator (third person), a schizophrenic modality of Phil himself. (Philip in Greek means "fond of horses"; dick is German for "fat".)

Gloria Knudson: Suicidal friend of Fat's who Fat is unable to save.

Kevin: Cynical friend of Fat's whose cat died running across the street, based on K. W. Jeter.

Sherri Solvig: Church-going friend of Fat's, eventually dies from lymphatic cancer.

David: Catholic friend of Fat's, based on Tim Powers.

Eric Lampton: Rock star, screenwriter, actor, a. k. a. "Mother Goose"; a fictionalised version of David Bowie.

Linda Lampton: Actress, wife of Eric Lampton.

Brent Mini: Electronic composer, a fictionalised version of Brian Eno.

Sophia Lampton: Two-year-old child (personalised incarnation of Holy Wisdom within some variants of Gnosticism), said to be the daughter of Linda Lampton and valis and the "Fifth Savior".

The Divine Invasion - After a fatal car accident on Earth, Herb Asher is placed into cryonic suspension as he waits for a spleen replacement. Clinically dead, Herb experiences lucid dreams while in suspended animation and relives the last six years of his life.

In the past, Herb lived as a recluse in an isolated dome on a remote planet in the binary star system, CY30-CY30B. Yah, a local divinity of the planet in exile from Earth, appears to Herb in a vision as a burning flame, and forces him to contact his sick female neighbor, Rybys Rommey, who happens to be terminally ill with multiple sclerosis and pregnant with Yah's child.

With the help of the immortal soul of Elijah, who takes the form of a wild beggar named Elias Tate, Herb agrees to become Rybys's legal husband and father of the unborn "savior". Together they plan to smuggle the six-month pregnant Rybys back to Earth, under the pretext of seeking help for Rybys' medical condition at a medical research facility. After being born in human form, Yah plans to confront the fallen angel Belial, who has ruled the Earth for 2000 years since the fall of Masada in the first century CE. Yah's powers, however, are limited by Belial's dominion on Earth, and the four of them must take extra precautions to avoid being detected by the forces of darkness.

Things do not go as planned. "Big Noodle", Earth's A.I. system, warns the ecclesiastical authorities in the Christian-Islamic church and Scientific Legate about the divine "invasion" and countermeasures are prepared. A number of failed attempts are made to destroy the unborn child, all of them thwarted by Elijah and Yah. After successfully making the interstellar journey back to Earth and narrowly avoiding a forced abortion, Rybys and Herb escape in the nick of time, only to be involved in a fatal taxi crash, probably due to the machinations of Belial. Rybys dies from her injuries sustained in the crash, and her unborn son Emmanuel (Yah in human form) suffers brain damage from the trauma but survives. Herb is critically injured and put into cryonic suspension until a spleen replacement can be found. Baby Emmanuel is placed into a synthetic womb, but Elias Tate manages to sneak Emmanuel out of the hospital before the church is able to kill him.

Six years pass. In a school for special children, Emmanuel meets Zina, a girl who also seems to have similar skills and talents, but acts as a surrogate teacher to Emmanuel. For four years, Zina helps Emmanuel regain his memory (the brain damage caused amnesia) and discover his true identity as Yah, creator of the universe.

When he's ready, Zina shows Emmanuel her own parallel universe. In this peaceful world, organized religion has little influence, Rybys Rommey is still alive and married to Herb Asher, and Belial is only a goat kid living in a petting zoo.

In an act of kindness, Zina and Emmanuel liberate the goat-creature from his cage, momentarily forgetting that the animal is Belial. The goat-creature finds Herb Asher and attempts to retain control of the world by possessing him and convincing him that Yahweh's creation is an ugly thing that should be shown for what it really is. Eventually Herb is saved by Linda Fox, a young singer whom he loves and who is his own personal Savior; she and the goat-creature meet and she kills it, defeating Belial. He finally discovers that this meeting happens over again for everyone in the world, and whether they choose Belial or their Savior decides if they find salvation.

Characters:

Herb Asher: audio engineer

Rybys Rommey: mother of Emmanuel, sick with MS

Yah: Yahweh

Elias Tate: Incarnation of Elijah

Emmanuel (Manny): Yah incarnated in human form

Zina Pallas: Shekhinah

Linda Fox: singer, songwriter, Yetzer Hatov

Belial: Yetzer Hara

Fulton Statler Harms: Chief prelate of the Christian-Islamic Church (C.I.C), Cardinal of the Roman Catholic Church

Nicholas Bulkowsky: Communist Party Chairman, Procurator maximus of the Scientific Legate

VALIS: agent of Yahweh, disinhibiting stimulus

The Transmigration of Timothy Archer - Set in the late 1960s and 1970s, the story describes the efforts of Episcopal Bishop Timothy Archer, who must cope with the theological and philosophical implications of the newly discovered Gnostic Zadokite scroll fragments. The character of Bishop Archer is loosely based on the controversial, iconoclastic Episcopal Bishop James Pike, who in 1969 died of exposure while exploring the Judean Desert near the Dead Sea in the West Bank.

As the novel opens, it is 1980. On the day that John Lennon is shot and killed, Angel Archer visits the houseboat of Edgar Barefoot, (a guru based on Alan Watts), and reflects on the lives of her deceased relatives. During the sixties, she was married to Jeff Archer, son of the Episcopal Bishop of California Timothy Archer. She introduced Kirsten Lundborg, a friend, to her father-in law, and the two began an affair. Kirsten has a son, Bill, from a previous relationship, who has schizophrenia, although he is knowledgeable as an automobile mechanic. Tim is already being investigated for his allegedly heretical views about the Holy Ghost.

Jeff commits suicide due to his romantic obsession with Kirsten. However, after poltergeist activity, he manifests to Tim and Kirsten at a seance, also attended by Angel. Angel is skeptical about the efficacy of astrology, and believes that the unfolding existential situation of Tim and Kirsten is akin to Friedrich Schiller's German Romanticism era masterpiece, the Wallenstein trilogy (insofar as their credulity reflects the loss of rational belief in contemporary consensual reality).

The three are told that Kirsten and Tim will die. As predicted, Kirsten loses her remission from cancer, and also commits suicide after a barbiturate overdose. Tim travels to Israel to investigate whether or not a psychotropic mushroom was associated with the resurrection, but his car stalls, he becomes disoriented, falls from a cliff, and dies in the desert.

On the houseboat, Angel is reunited with Bill, Kirsten's son who has schizophrenia. He claims to have Tim's reincarnated spirit within him, but is soon institutionalized. Angel agrees to care for Bill, in return for a rare record (Koto Music by Kimio Eto) that Edgar offers her.

The Transmigration of Timothy Archer is one of Dick's most overtly philosophical and intellectual works. While Dick's novels usually employ multiple narrators or an omniscient perspective, this story is told in the first person by a single narrator: Angel Archer, Bishop Archer's daughter-in-law.

Characters:

Angel Archer: Narrator, manager of a Berkeley record store, widow of Jeff Archer.

Timothy Archer: Bishop of California; father of the late Jeff Archer and father-in-law of Angel. Dies in Israel, searching for psychotropic mushroom connected with Zadokite sect. Based on James Albert Pike, Dick's personal friend, who was an American Episcopalian bishop.

Kirsten Lundborg: Timothy Archer's secretary and lover. Dies from barbiturate overdose after loss of remission from cancer.

Bill Lundborg: Kirsten's son who has schizophrenia, and who is obsessed with cars.

Edgar Barefoot: Houseboat guru, radio personality, lecturer. Based on Alan Watts.

Jeff Archer: Son of Timothy Archer, and deceased husband of Angel. A professional student who was romantically obsessed with Kirsten.

Thank you, if you read all of this. it took me six hours today to write this all

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aesthmodeus · 4 years ago

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This post is gonna be a list of my personal dmmd headcanon's that I'm gonna update over the course of probably about a month until it's posted (started writing on 17.02, I WAS ALMOST RIGHT)

This includes how I imagine most characters smell like, I'm not the most visual person, so that's what I got in my head/nose when I was playing dmmd

RAN OUT OF SPACE for everything, so I'll finish in a reblog!

Sei

I imagine Sei having a very bad sight or even being nearly blind? I find it very likely that since his Scrap is used through the eyes and there have been a lot of tests/experiments done on them to understand how the power works, he probably doesn't see that well. (based on that+ I remember there being mentions that his gaze was unfocused?)

He obviously has that that typical dentist/hospital/antiseptic smell, but if he'd somehow leave the tower and live a normal happy life alongside aoba, I imagine he's smell like candy? Kinda that sweet scent you get in a handmade candy shop.

He'd never swear, but would rather use that christian mom™ type of things like 'Holly cow' etc

I wouldn't be surprised if Sei was scared of eating new food if it looked/smelled weird to him (which would probably be so much of stuff) if he'd be to survive the oval tower

Sei is somehow very jumpy, sudden noises scare him, but only if he's focused on the current situation

He has no sense of direction in unfamiliar places. If he's been on a certain route multiple times? Yeah he'll do just fine. If it's not a commonly taken path tho? This boy is about to get lost, watch him

Koujaku

Koujaku doesn't have depth perception and walks into stuff. Been there, done that, you're not that cool with one eye covered all the time

Most likely wear some kind of strong perfume/cologne to hide the smell of cigarettes

His apartment smells like incense, like, always, Aoba probably is mad at him for never opening the windows and accusing him of trying to suffocate them both

Koujaku is bad with technology, like, very bad. Aoba sometimes teases him when he calls for help with something very easy to set up. Overtime they both start to enjoy spending time, with Aoba just explaining hot to install/do something tho

Him and Mizuki tease each other about both of them being old, probably made a bet about who's gonna get a grey hair first

Noiz

Noiz has very poor blood circulation and his hands and feet are always cold

Alternatively he's always warm, and his hair is probably always wet under the hat

For some reason I see him hating dogs and cats, especially cats

Like, he'd be the type of person who when asked if he prefers dogs or cats, would muttered something about wanting to commit mass murder and answering 'rabbits'

He smells like fresh cut grass, cooked carrots and something slightly burned

Loves making stupid bets, the physical form of 'hold my beer'

Holds a whisky bottle in his desk drawer, although he probably casually sips on martini while at work

Somehow he'd get too invested in some niche sports and if you ask him about it during the Olympics? Get ready for a lecture about the whatever sport he's into now

Clear

Clear adjust to the dark very fast and easily (cause android duh) and his eyes have the tiniest glow in complete darkness

You can smell the faintest trace of flowers on him, but you wouldn't notice unless getting very close and personal

He would not let you leave in the morning without eating breakfast

And if you tried to drink/smoke etc in his presence, he'd give you a 10 minute lecture about how bad it is for your health, and would try to talk you out of it

Goes apeshit at any small animal, but absolutely despite's mice

Mink

Mink doesn't actually know how to drive and would fail on a driver's license test Probably in the first 5 minutes of the practical part if he somehow managed to pass the theory

Would complain about 'today's youth' at least twice a day Wouldn't know how to use a washer/dryer but would never admit it and just wash everything by hand. When asked about it, would not answer, but most likely look up how to do that after the fact and pretend he always knew

We already know he smells like cinnamon (which is how you detect poison in drinks for example btw, it's easy to hide with it) but I also imagine him always smelling like smoke with a hint of a forest after the rain

Mizuki

Mizuki smells like wisniowka (it's like vodka, but cherry? Don't ask, please) fruit (most notably apples and strawberries) paper and cigarette smoke

He's the type of person who secretly enjoys gardening and has a whole family of plants in his apartment

He talks to the plants sometimes, especially if he's drunk

He watches true crime documentaries

He gives me strong vibes of someone who had a big stuffed animal and still sleeps with it, so he has something to cuddle

Mizuki got his allmate because both Koujaku and Aoba had one and he finally gave in and bought one, cause he didn't want to be the odd one out

When he's tattooing, the ferret(is that how that animal is called?) fetches tissues, extra needles or bottles of ink if he forgot to prepare them before

He has the worst sense of humor, and loves to tell dad jokes to tease his friends

How old is he? You'll never know, he stays young forever

Is bad with technology, although not as bad as Koujaku, and tries to catch up with the newest stuff from time to time

#i ran out of space #dmmd #dramatical murder #headcanon #dmmd2020 #mizuki dmmd #koujaku #dmmd noiz #dmmd ren #dmmd koujaku #dmmd clear #dmmd mink

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bansheeoftheforest · 3 years ago

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I have to write it down to count it out because I have idiot brain disease, uuhhh some of these are discord exclusive but I have a friend who can vouch their existence if necessary

Don't Lose Your Head AU

Lamia/Naga Jekyll AU

The one where Jekyll is Frankenstein's unfinished monster AU forgot the name

Siren AU

Koiren AU

Vampire AU

Assumed Vampire AU

Parasite AU

Warrior Cats AU

In Love With A Ghost AU

Puppy Love AU

Fae AU

Pirate AU

Brothel AU

Foxshifter AU

Android AU

Moth Fae AU

A/B/O AU

Cervitaur AU

Wing AU

DST Crossover AU

Moreau's Creation AU

Selkie AU

Yandere/Stalker AU

Mafia AU

Ballet AU

Murder Mystery AU

Polyfam AU (Emma, Henry, Robert, and Lisa/Robert's wife are all in a relationship and trying to hide it from the press)

Succubus AU (despite the title my ideas for this are primarily angst)

Wolf & Rabbit AU

Shattered Mind AU

Rescued But Lost AU

Seperation AU

Dragon AU

And there's more I haven't really written about because they are.. far too self indulgent.

In total that is... 34 AUs? I think I lose points for not actually expanding on most of them outside of RPs and rambles, though.

Hand owvah yow cwown my bewoved uwu

(This is meant as friendly teasing btw, your AUs are incredible and I love them, I'm maibly making a joke about the fact I have so many unfinished AU ideas. You deserve your crown because you put actual work into your AUs and I admire your skill and writing. Banshee my beloved <3)

aoAPOWIPD HGAJWHJSKDNWAHISHUDjsdfnsdASd.

I feel like I was just about to be crowned but then the rivaling king of the rivaling country stormed in with a fancy cape and or an army of the undead and crashed my party, only to claim my land as their own ��

Although now I feel slightly bad bc I think I mentioned ABO in my hated fanfic tropes list. To be specific, it's most of the extreme misogynistic and very controversial fics that I have a problem with, if that makes sense <3

ANyways Jeks. Jeks, my beloved, I still forgive you but you are not getting my crown <3

#ask #long post #thejeksburyguy

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hailbop1701 · 4 years ago

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Down The Rabbit Hole

John Kennex/OC

KennexWhump!

Hello, my loves! I have another request here from @zecklein! I really, really hope I did good and that you like it. This actually my first whump fic so it took me a while.

The city abuzz with activity despite the late hour. The sound of a persistent ringing broke the peace in the previously quiet apartment. A soft groan blindly reached over to grab the offending object off of the coffee table. “Speak and it better be good,” came an irritated female voice. “Sorry detective, we have another scene for you,” a voice said softly over the line. Another groan and the woman slowly moved off the couch, “Thanks Lewis, gimme the address and I’ll be right over.” she whispered tiredly. A soft chuckle echoed from the phone, “fall asleep on the couch again Thea?”

Thea scowled, “no,” she lied and winced at the crick in her neck and the shooting pain in her shoulder. Lewis paused hesitating, “the killer crossed districts,” he said as Thea sniffed at her laundry hunting for something clean. She froze holding a pair of jeans halfway to her nose, “You’re shitting me. He’s back, he’s been dormant for months! Same M.O. the same?” she asked. Lewis sighed, “Yes, and don’t get too crazy on this,” he scolded. Thea scowled putting her phone on speaker, “When am I not crazy?” she asked, pulling on the pair of jeans. She could practically see Lewis rolling his eyes, “How about all the damn time. Not a lot of people can work with you,” he said patiently.

Thea grabs a shirt that hung over the railing to the stairs that lead up to her bedroom, “I got nothin’” she said, pulling it over her head quickly. A huffed laugh made her smile, “I sent you the address and Max is waiting for you downstairs with coffee,” Lewis chuckled. “Oh Lewis if you weren’t gay I’d think you were being sweet on me,” she purred before hanging up. Pulling on her boots and shrugging on her cheap faux leather jacket Thea grabbed her bag and was out the door. She was ten feet from her door when she remembered she forgot her gun, “Oh it’s gonna be that kind of day,” she muttered, turning on her heels to go back.

A solid fifteen minutes and ten flights later; “the damn elevator is broken, really?” Thea was grumpily stalking over to her waiting MX. “Good morning detective,” he said in his usual monotone, Thea huffed and took the coffee he held out to her. “Not really Max,” she quipped back, getting into the driver's seat. Max tilted his head and moved to the passenger side after closing her door, “You’re blood pressure is unusually high, are you alright detective?” Max asked, looking at her like an over-talkative X-Ray machine. Thea wrinkled her nose and shifted in her seat, “I’m just tired Max, and maybe the fact that the killer I’ve been working so hard to catch has decided to meander over to a different district after taking a six-month-long cat nap!” she growled not taking her eyes off the road. Max was quiet for a moment as if he were thinking of the right words to say, “I pulled up the file on the detective you are working with,” he said with a blink of his eyes. Tightening her grip on the steering wheel Thea let out a breath; she picked up her coffee and took a long sip, “Okay, give it to me,”

Max looked ahead, “Detective John Kennex, 41 years of age. He has a successful career and he is single-” he said but stopped when Thea waved her hand, “What are you-stop. No, don’t even think about it,” she said whining. Max looked over at his human pointedly, “You are increasing in age detective Redding. It would serve to be in your best interest to procreate at-'' Thea screeched cutting off the android again, “No Max, you need to stop doing this shit! God, you’re worse than my mother!” she yelled. The MX closed his mouth and kept silent, the silence made Thea relax a little. “I can’t believe I got the MX who might have a personality, I blame the lightning that hit you last year,” she muttered, picking up her coffee again.

Max opened his mouth but closed it again with an audible click. After sitting in traffic a moment too long Thea turned on the siren and proceeded to drive up onto the sidewalk. Finishing her coffee in one long swig, she rolled down her window and tossed it in a garbage can as it passed by. Max turned his head to stare at her for a long moment, face void of emotion but Thea knew the look he was giving her anyway. It read, ‘really?’

“Don’t you fucking judge me, mister let me set you up with a murder victim’s husband,” Thea said pointing a finger. Max looked away again, “We are coming up on our destination,” he warned as Thea turned into a relatively abandoned parking lot. “Really? damn, I didn’t know that,” she said putting the vehicle into park. Thea got out of the car and strode over to where numerous CSI milling around with their arms crossed. She moved through the holographic police tape and nodded at the officer who had waved her on; knowing Max was right there she held out a hand for some gloves and they promptly appeared. Pulling them on Thea stopped by one of the two bodies, squatting down she checked the neck first. “No ligatures,” she whispered with a sigh.

“See John, I told you that you made a wrong turn.” a smooth voice echoed from behind Max. “I was just taking a detour!” another voice shot back. Thea rolled her eyes and held out her hand again, a penlight was dropped into it. She gently pulled open the dead woman’s mouth to peer inside, “Nothing obstructing the airway, and…” Thea turned the victims head to check behind the left ear, “the killer’s signature. Just perfect the asshole got brave and hunted outside his comfort zone,” she muttered. Standing up Thea turned around to see two men bickering close by, one android and one detective who was kinda cute. In a grumpy, ruffled kind of way. Thea cleared her throat looking at the two with raised eyebrows, “Murder in your own district and I beat you to the scene?” she joked testing the waters. The cute one opened his mouth to retort but was elbowed by the DRN in the ribs.

Max scrunched his eyebrows together, “But detective Redding you drove fifteen miles over the speed limit and then cut traffic by driving on the sidewalk,” he said matter of factly. A snort of laughter from Kennex made her eye twitch. Pinching the bridge of her nose and looking at the ground Thea pointed to the car, “begone you oversized lightning rod, you’ve lost crime scene privileges.” she said flatly. The MX hesitated before striding over to the car and getting into the passenger seat. Looking up again she saw that Kennex’s android had a hand covering his mouth to keep from laughing. Kennex laughed openly, not caring what so ever, “he’s such a handful,” Thea muttered with an eye roll. She held out her hand, “Detective Thea Redding. Sorry that this guy came into your neck of the woods, he’s been dormant for six months and I guess he wanted a change of scenery,” she said with a wince. The other detective took Thea’s hand; his engulfing hers, “John Kennex and that disco ball is Dorian. This is the twelfth body?” he asked letting go.

Thea huffed, “Yeah, he officially turned into a serial killer at body three and four. Married couple. What’s strange about the killings though is that they die of asphyxiation but they aren’t strangled and they didn’t choke on anything, and the tox screens come back normal. We’ve been working on going through each victim's histories hoping to find a connection between them but so far nothing besides the obvious,” she said nodding towards the wedding rings on each victim's left hands. She turned the dead woman to the side again and showed them the small carving behind the woman’s left ear. A heart.

“A heart?” Kennex asked, looking at Thea questioningly and she nodded lips in a thin line. The sun had come up by now and people who were walking by were starting to linger. Thea looked into the crowd with narrowed green eyes, “He’s meticulous but he seems random, I know for a fact that he’s not. I managed to narrow him down to a specific area then he disappeared, and now he’s outside his hunting grounds.” she ranted in frustration stepping aside letting the M.E. get to the body. “Maybe you were getting too close, were there any close calls?” Kennex asked almost reassuringly. Thea bit her lip and nodded, “Yeah the Pier. I managed to track him back to one of his dens. He managed to get there first and torched it. I saw him, sort of. Too much smoke and the flames were too big. I ran after him anyway and got shot in the shoulder for my trouble,” she said glaring at the growing crowd behind the police barrier. Dorian winced, “I’m guessing that’s when he disappeared?” he asked and Thea nodded and patted her pockets when her phone rang, she pulled it out of her back pocket and walked away to a quiet corner.

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Kennex looked at the crowd that gathered outside the police line, “Dorian do a scan, see if anything pops up.” he said quietly the android nodded and quickly recorded and scanned the crowd, names popping and saved for later. “What do you think?” Dorian asked looking over at him. John shrugged, “ I’m not sure yet. I do know she’s close to this one, it’s personal for her now-”

“No, not the case! I was talking about detective Redding herself!” Dorian interrupted smiling. John looked at his partner with a raised eyebrow, “What about her?” he asked, quickly turning his eye to the crime scene. Dorian’s lips twitched into a smirk, “I saw how you looked at her. And your heart rate increased when you shook her hand, not to mention your tes-” John whipped his head around and clapped a hand over Dorain’s mouth. “Don’t you even dare. Plus you promised to never do that again!” he hissed. Dorian held up his hands in surrender. John took his hand off Dorian’s mouth as Thea walked back to them pushing her phone into her back pocket, “I got word from my tech guy. On the last body, there was a cell phone, it didn’t belong to the VIC and it had some crazy encryption and obviously, it has taken them months to get into it. The thing is, it unlocked by itself,” she said shoving her hands into her jacket pockets with a deep frown on her face. John cleared his throat after he realized he was staring too long, “what did they find?” he asked, crossing his arms, “a single voicemail. They said they sent it to your precinct.” Thea said with a sigh. A CSI walked up to her side and handed over some evidence bags, “thanks,” she whispered, taking them and tech nodded before rushing off.

“Do you mind if I get a ride with you? I want Max to take these back to-'' Thea stopped when she saw John and Dorian’s faces, “You named your MX?” John asked with a surprised laugh and Thea nodded almost sheepishly. “Yeah, it sort of just happened, and then it stuck. He was struck by lightning and became like a Jewish mother,” she said grimacing. John opened his mouth to say something smart but he just couldn’t come up with anything, “Wow,” he muttered running a hand through his hair. “We’ll wait in the car detective,” Dorian said kindly. Thea smiled at him before jogging over to her police-issued vehicle. John shook his head, “how do you do that?” he asked the android who had just shrugged, “I don’t know man, but you should consider asking her out,” he said opening a door to the backseat of the car. “Stop that, what is it with you and my love life?” John asked, glaring at Dorian in the rearview mirror. The passenger side door suddenly opened making John jump ever so slightly, “Okay let’s go!” Thea said buckling. As John pulled out from the scene Thea bit her lip, “can we stop and get coffee?” she asked and John huffed amused. “Woman after my own heart,” he said heading for the closest shop. He didn’t notice the light pink of a blush spread over Thea’s cheeks. But Dorian did, he smiled and began to scheme.

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“- and then boom! He was struck by lightning!” Thea said gesturing wildly with her hands. John wheezed from laughing so hard while Dorian had a huge grin on his face, eyes dancing with amusement. “I don’t believe you. That is too perfect to happen in real life?” Kennex said with a shake of his head. Thea held a mock offended hand to her heart, “Why detective Kennex are you calling a lady a liar?” she asked with a mock southern belle accent. Kennex smirked and had the perfect retort when he was cut off by a voice over the main screen, “You’re no lady Redding! I’ve seen you drink alcoholics under the table,” Thea flipped off the screen but with a smile, “Fuck off Toby, and that guy deserved getting hustled in pool. He was an idiot. God that night...I’m never drinking tequila again.” she said with an eye roll and a grimace. The man on the screen tilted his head back and laughed before becoming serious again.

They walked into the bullpen, Thea’s eyes darting everywhere taking stock of the differences. A lean frazzled-looking man stood there holding onto a tablet bouncing on the balls of his feet. As soon as the trio was in range, the guy held out a hand for Thea to shake. “Hello, detective Redding! I heard from your techs Lewis and obviously Toby they had sent every report and bit of information you gathered on the killer, and I must say you’re very thorough,” he said it all without letting go of her. John sighed, “Rudy,” he said and the tech quickly let go and backed up. “Sorry, I’m Rudy,” he said nervously. Thea gave him a kind smile, “it’s nice to meet you Rudy. What do you have for me?” she asked sweetly. Rudy stuttered for a second before hitting a button on the tablet wordlessly, the disguised voice made Thea tense. She looked up at Toby but his image was gone.

“Hello detective Redding, how’s the investigation coming along? I’m sure an intelligent woman like yourself can figure it all out in time; before the next two bodies drop. Bodies eleven and twelve,” the killer clicked his tongue in a disapproving manner, “I disappointed detective, you’ve missed me again, though I do have to give it to you. You almost had me, that one sunny afternoon. The pier is such a big place, so easy to get lost. I had to cross district lines ahead of schedule. It took me some time I grant you, rabbit holes can be deep. How’s the shoulder?” the voice chuckled darkly adding in the last like an afterthought and Thea’s arm automatically jolted in pain at the memory. She hissed as the voice continued, “Detective Kennex I welcome you to the fold and I wish you luck; I feel like you’re going to need it.” he chuckled and then silence. “I feel like that was a threat,” Kennex mused unconcerned.

Thea was silent staring off into space biting her thumbnail, the room around her was busy bustling with people but the small bubble around her was silent. A silence that was almost deafening. Someone brought her out of her thoughts by gently placing a hand on her arm. Looking up she saw Dorian looking down at her with slight concern in his eyes. “I’m okay, I’m just-” she trailed off and pulled the tablet from Rudy’s hands. She scrolled through the written transcript of the voicemail. “He said that he had to move districts ahead of schedule,” she said and tapped at the screen in her hands. With a flick of her wrist, she sent the pictures and profiles of each victim to the big screen. Thea looked at Kennex, “What do you see?” she asked expectantly. John looked at the crime scene photos, eyes darting back and forth. “Married couples,” he frowned, and then his eyes widened a fraction. “They’re successful, a bit snobbish, “ he said touching the screen bringing up their social media accounts. “Arrogant is the word you’re looking for.” Thea pointed out. Dorian stepped forward-looking at the giant screen in front of them, “Do you have a map of the body drops?” he asked and Thea wordlessly brought up the map she and Lewis had made. The map of the district appeared and each crime scene location popped up one by one. They formed a large circle that covered several miles, “That’s how we narrowed it down to the pier,” she said with a sigh. Thea quickly expanded the map so it showed delta and the new crime scene. “He’s found a new den,” she scowled, running a hand through her hair so the brown waves were pushed back. Kennex appeared on her other side looking at the map intently, Thea mentally tried to connect the dots.

“Rudy do you know when the voice message was left?” Redding asked, turning toward the man. Rudy looked like a deer caught in some headlights for a minute before consulting his phone. “Uh, six this morning,” he said looking up. Thea sighed expecting the answer, “He was watching us,” she muttered irritated. “Dorian, did anyone in the crowd today look odd to you?” Kennex asked leaning against what Thea assumed was his desk. Dorian stared into space for a moment and tilted his head to the side, “I have an adult gender unknown with a hood covering their face. Their body language is relaxed and he’s staring in detective Redding’s direction.” he said, turning his full attention back to Kennex and Redding. John seemed stone-faced as he eyed the big screen in front of the room, while Thea closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I have an idea but neither of you will like it,” she said biting her lip. Dorian and John looked at each other almost nervously.

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“You’re right, I hate this plan,” John deadpanned over the secure comm. Thea chuckled and walked the dark street holding a warm cardboard cup of coffee to keep the cold away. Snow slowly trickled down from the blackened sky, “He’s going to go after one of us, trackers and teams are in place. It’ll be fine. I hope,” she said discreetly. Kennex snorted over the line, “when this is done you and I are going to have a talk about what’s fine,” he said a slight smile in his voice. “I look forward to it,” Thea chuckled and took a sip of her hot drink. “You two are just adorable, I think SWAT has an ongoing bet on when you go on your first date,” Dorian teased over the line. Kennex cursed the DRN out, while Thea blushed and cleared her throat. John abruptly cut out, his harsh insults stopping. “Aw come on John, I’m just teasing,” Dorian said with a light chuckle, the laughs of the SWAT team could also be heard. Thea smirked but it melted away when the man didn’t answer, “John?” Thea questioned voice even. No reply. “Is there a visual on Kennex?” she asked, stopping at the mouth of an alley. There was a long pause, “No visual,”

“Fuck!” Thea shouted, dropping her coffee she started to run toward Kennex’s last known position. Thea stopped in the middle of the abandoned street panting; Dorian ran up to her with SWAT on his ass. “How in the hell did someone get past us?” he asked looking up and down the street. “He’s a hacker and a good one. We were compromised,” Thea growled angrily. Mostly at herself. A shrill ringing broke the tense silence. Gritting her teeth Thea pulled out her phone, “Hello?” ground out. A dark chuckle over the line made her freeze. She looked up at Dorian with wide eyes; his face immediately lit up hoping to trace the call. “Nice try detective but you can’t trace me, tell the DRN better luck next time,” the disguised voice hissed. Dorian shook his head at Thea and she scowled, “Where is he?” she growled out.

“Oh, I assure detective Kennex is quite safe, waiting for you in fact. Come alone and you both will be free,” the voice purred over the line. Thea met Dorian’s eyes; he set his jaw and shook his head. “No tracker, no android,” they whispered, making Dorian shake his head again. “Fine,” she said and the android in front of her huffed, tossing up his hands. “Good detective, now walk.” the killer growled. Thea looked at Dorian apologetically and stalked down the street phone attached to her ear. “What do I call you anyway, I can’t just keep saying ‘the guy’ in my head,” she inquired, trying to keep the conversation going. The voice snorted “Call me Hatty,” the voice-Hatty said in amusement. Thea paused midstep, “So you’re a woman,” she muttered. Hatty laughed openly and dropped the voice changer. “Very good detective! I almost lost hope in your abilities! Turn right at the corner and keep going until the end,” she instructed proudly. Thea did as she was told, “Hatty short for Harriet?” she asked matter of factly. Hatty hummed undoubtedly smirking “Can I asked why you killed them?” she asked bitterly, “they deserved it, detective. They had no souls, they only thought of themselves and cheated to get what they wanted. They didn’t work hard as I did! But you’d never understand, all you have to do is bat your pretty eyes to get what you want! I’m the main character now!” Harriet shrieked, losing her cool. A male voice shouted something in the background and then a resounding crack echoed over the line, “Hatty, what did you do! You said you wouldn’t hurt him!” Thea hissed angrily into her phone. The woman huffed a sigh, “Relax, he’s fine. Just a little reminder on who’s in charge,’ she said mildly annoyed. Thea gripped her phone tighter and came to a stop at a series of abandoned buildings close to the wall, “straight ahead and down the stairs detective, see you soon.” Hatty chuckled and Thea heard nothing but the dial tone.

Taking a deep breath Thea opened the front door of the old apartment building. Dust covered every surface making the woman wrinkle her nose; using her phone as a flashlight Thea eased forward toward the labeled basement stairs. Nudging the door open with her foot Thea looked down into the darkness, “Yeah, this isn’t creepy at all,” she whispered. After hitting the hard cement at the bottom Thea looked down each long hall on either side of her. One was pitch black, while the other had a light at the end, “I’ll take the less creepy hall for two hundred Alex,” she whispered to the dust mites. Thea moved quickly and quietly until she came to a wide-open room, which was filled with books and a desk housing monitors, and a jammer. “There go the trackers,” she grumbled under her breath. On the monitors were dozens of pictures of her; at home, at work, at her favorite coffee shop. On the desk sat an old copy of “Alice’s adventures: Through the Looking Glass” she tapped the book with her knuckle curiously before turning to the rest of the room. That’s when she saw him, “John!” she ran over and knelt down by the bloody unconscious man. Placing two fingers on his neck Thea sighed in relief, shoulders slumping relaxing ever so slightly. “Welcome to your repentance detective,” a feminine voice hissed, and then there was nothing.

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Thea groaned when someone shook her shoulder, “Hey Redding. Thea wake up.” someone whispered to her gently. Her eyes fluttered open only to meet soft green ones staring right back at her, “Hey there,” she whispered slowly lifting her head from Kennex’s lap. “You okay?” he asked and Thea waved her hand with a grimace, “I’m just peachy,” she slurred squinting at the brightness of the room. “Concussions are fun,” she muttered, swallowing hard. They both got to their feet and gazed around the room. Mirrors, all they could see was themselves reflecting endlessly. The room dimmed, and the harsh light from before was gone. The sound of a vacuum made them freeze and it became hard to breathe; Thea looked over at John who had clamped his mouth shut to save his air. ‘This is how she does it then,’ she thought dryly holding her breath as well. The floor glowed in a red hue revealing words on the floor. The world tilted and began to grow grey around the edges. Thea couldn’t hold it anymore and choked falling to her knees; Kennex was beside her hoping to do something. Thea pointed at the inscription on the floor but he didn’t seem to understand it. She fell to her side gasping for air that wouldn’t come, she stared at the words mindlessly. She couldn’t process what it said, Thea felt a hand cup her cheek. Kennex turned her head so she was looking up at him; he was fading fast. He brushed the hair out of her face and took one last breath; and then he slowly gave it to her. Their lips connected and air filled her lungs. Thea gasped and snapped her mouth shut to hold the air in. She watched as Kennex fell to the floor twitching, eyes wide.

Thea rolled over eyeing the quote again, ‘ She who saves a single soul, saves the universe.’ it read. She pushed to her feet and staggered over to the mirrored wall; she put her hands on the cold, smooth surface hoping to find something; anything. Her vision was starting to blacken again, she was running out of time. Placing her forehead against the mirror Thea pushed her mind. She thought back, ‘A heart. A heart meaning what? Hatty. An angry little girl...who loves Alice in Wonderland.’ she thought, “Rabbit holes are deep.”

Thea pounded a fist on the mirror in front of her in frustration, everything was fading. ‘Alice in Wonderland what did it teach you? Six impossible things, high caterpillars, off with their heads...and nothing is what it seems.’ she spun around to take in the room again. Her infinite reflection seemed to mock her, ‘not as it seems,’ she chanted to herself as she staggered to the center of the room where John lay unconscious. Narrowing her eyes Thea looked at the floor, it was so smooth and inviting. She let her knees buckle so her eye was level with the ground below her. ‘No, not the ground. Tinted glass.’ she thought dimly. The exit was below them; down the rabbit hole. Thea with the last of her strength picked up her foot and slammed it down on the glass below her. It cracked. She opened her mouth in a silent gasp and brought her foot down again. The crack grew in size so it spiderwebbed beneath her and John. The strength left her as quickly as it came, she slumped to the side over John’s torso eyes giving in to the spreading darkness.

As Thea closed her eyes she failed to notice the glass cracking and spiderwebbing to each corner of the room, or better yet the modified shipping container that they were housed in. The sound of shattering glass filled the empty space; a large empty parking garage and the two detectives fell six feet to the ground. Twenty long seconds passed before Thea took a gasping breath. She rolled to her side and coughed harshly, she yelped and winced at the glass biting into her. “K-Kennex.” she gasped out seeing his prone form. He wasn’t moving his chest was rising and falling as it should; Thea pulled herself to her knees and crawled painfully towards him. Thea bent over John and listened for a heartbeat when she found none she laced her hands together and began chest compressions. Counting thirty compressions Thea pinched the man’s nose and tilted his head back, she puffed two breaths into him. Nothing. She counted thirty more and did two more breaths. Nothing. Thirty more compressions and the tear were falling down her cheeks. Taking another big breath Thea breathed two more into him. Kennex gasped into her mouth making Thea quickly straighten. A hysterical laugh bubbled past her lips and she fell painfully backward onto the glass-covered floor. “You’re okay, you were only dead for a minute or two,” she said reaching an arm over to pat his chest lightly.“That’s comforting,” he wheezed taking her hand and holding it.

“I’m never reading The Adventures of Alice in Wonderland again,” Thea muttered as she gingerly got to her feet. She winced when she saw that they were covered in little shards of tinted glass. She braced herself and pulled John to his feet, “Oh I’m going to feel this tomorrow,” he gasped clutching onto his newly broken ribs. “Sorry about that,” Thea said guiltily and John waved it off. “You saved my ass, and all you should be concerned about is what type of drink you’re gonna have when I buy it for you,” he said casually as they wandered down a pitch-black hall. “Are you asking me out Kennex?” Thea asked teasingly and John huffed trying to hold in a laugh. “It’s possible Ms, Redding. It depends, is that a yes?” he asked tilting his head down towards her. Thea smiled softly, “I’ll give you an answer when we catch the killer detective Kennex,” she said coyly. John sighed and nodded and then groaned when they reached the basement stairs.

It took them ten minutes to reach the street and another five to get far enough away from the jammer to make a call. Thea turned on her phone and was greeted with a functional but heavily cracked screen, she looked over at John who was leaning heavily against the brick wall of an old storefront. Thea tapped at her phone and frowned, “The lights are on but no one's home,” she said holding up the useless device. Kennex groaned tossing his own phone aside, “If we keep walking I’m sure we’ll find Dorian. He probably has everyone looking for us,” he said shoving off the wall. Thea nodded and took some of Johns’s weight as they walked. As soon as they had a view of the main road they were engulfed by light and swarmed by people. Cops and EMS alike. Dorian darted forward and pulled both detectives in for a hug, “Ah come on Dorian, enough!” Kennex whined. The android laughed and scanned each of you, “Hospital, now.” he ordered waving a few EMTs over with their stretcher. “What about-” Thea asked but Dorian cut her off, “We found Harriet Chase running from the area, she had John’s badge and an old book. She was being interrogated for your location but she wouldn’t speak a word except for Alice in Wonderland quotes,” he said gently pushing Thea onto a waiting stretcher. The EMTs strapped her in careful of the glass embedded in her skin, she looked over at John who was already watching her. Thea raised an eyebrow making Kennex grin, “How about that drink, detective?” he asked as he was being lifted into an ambulance. Thea grinned back, “You’re on Kennex, I’ll even kick your ass in pool!” she called out before the doors slammed shut.

Thea chuckled as she was placed inside her respective ambulance and was shocked to see a stoic MX sitting there back ramrod straight. “Max?” she questioned and the android looked down at her, lip twitching. His version of a smile, “Hello detective,” he greeted before falling silent. Shaking her head Thea smiled, “I have a date,” she said in a whisper. The MX looked at her emotionless to others but to her, the twitches in his face said differently, it said ‘about damn time,’

If this is well-liked I'm willing do another Chapter where Hatty and Thea meet face to face and the date!

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sugaredge · 6 years ago

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nancy boy

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credit in the straight world - young marble giants

she don’t use jelly - the flaming lips

cherry - smashing pumpkins

boom swagger boom - the murder city devils

plastic - portishead

threads - portishead

so sad - vincent gallo

delta sun bottleneck stomp - mercury rev

prove it - television

when - vincent gallo

honey boney - vincent gallo

mansize rooster - supergrass

she said - longpigs

losing my religion - r.e.m.

cheeking tongues - wire

include me out - young marble giants

shake the dope out - the warlocks

moving mountains - the warlocks

sandblasted - swervedriver

lead me where you dare - swervedriver

christine - siouxsie and the banshees

spellbound - siouxsie and the banshees

old school joint - missy elliott

driftwood - travis

she’s so strange - travis

lost myself - longpigs

bye - elliott smith

somebody i used to know - elliott smith

waltz #1 - elliott smith

lose it - supergrass

caught by the fuzz (acoustic) - supergrass

anoymous - sleater-kinney

little mouth - sleater-kinney

happy again - longpigs

sleep - longpigs

machine gun etiquette - the damned

bela lugosi's dead - bauhaus

ether - gang of four

the man amplifier - young marble giants

colossal youth - young marble giants

the dope feels good - the warlocks

hurricane heart attack - the warlocks

some place else - wipers

reflections are protection - la roux

i’m not your toy - la roux

black betty - lead belly

where did you sleep last night - lead belly

midnight special - lead belly

leaving blues - lead belly

standing in the way of control - gossip

coal to diamonds - gossip

southern comfort - gossip

as you are - travis

the last of the laughter - travis

turn - travis

english subtitles - swervedriver

last rites - swervedriver

lover i don’t have to love - bright eyes

man and wife, the former (financial planning) - desaparecidos

nothing gets crossed out - bright eyes

open heart surgery - the brian jonestown massacre

lets go fucking mental - the brian jonestown massacre

anemone - the brian jonestown massacre

it girl - the brian jonestown massacre

ballad of jim jones - the brian jonestown massacre

david bowie (i love you) since i was six - the brian jonestown massacre

my man syd - the brian jonestown massacre

ahead - wire

life in the manscape - wire

where’s the deputation? - wire

what do you see? - wire

troy - sinéad o’connor

this is a rebel song - sinéad o’connor

the only one i know - the charlatans

flower - the charlatans

30th century man - scott walker

always coming back to you - scott walker

when joanna lov ed me - scott walker

jackie - scott walker

plastic palace people - scott walker

no surprises - radiohead

karma police - radiohead

paranoid android - radiohead

lucky - radiohead

thinking about you - radiohead

the bends - radiohead

high and dry - radiohead

fake plastic trees - radiohead

landslide - smashing pumpkins

jellybelly - smashing pumpkins

an ode to no one - smashing pumpkins

ava adore - smashing pumpkins

shame - smashing pumpkins

rocket - smashing pumpkins

disarm - smashing pumpkins

zero - smashing pumpkins

through the roof n underground - gogol bordello

start wearing purple - gogol bordello

wonderlust kin g - gogol bordello

never young - gogol bordello

your song - elton john

tiny dnacer - elton john

don’t go breaking my heart - elton john & kiki dee

pale blue eyes - the velvet underground

what goes on - the velvet underground

beginning to see the light - the velvet underground

i’m set free - the velvet underground

landslide - fleetwood mac

over my head - fleetwood mac

crystal - fleetwood mac

i’m so afraid - fleetwood mac

edge of seventeen - stevie nicks

gold dust woman - karen elson

the ghost who walks - karen elson

stolen roses - karen elson

season of the witch - karen elson

the truth is in the dirt - karen elson

o stella - pj harvey

dress - pj harvey

happy and bleeding - pj harvey

plants and rags - pj harvey

50ft queenie - pj harvey

dry - pj harvey

sofa song - the kooks

eddie’s gun - the kooks

ooh la - the kooks

naive - the kooks

jackie big tits

silver soul - beach house

lover of mine - beach house

used to be - beach house

zebra - beach house

sparks - beach house

space song - beach house

work it - missy elliott

get ur freak on - missy elliott

wtf (where they from) [feat. pharrell williams] - missy elliott

...so addictive - missy elliott

scream aka itchin’ - missy elliott

fallin’ - teenage fanclub & dee la soul

the concept - teenage fanclub

sidewinder - teenage fanclub

metal baby - teenage fanclub

what you do to me - teenage fanclub

alcoholiday - teenage fanclub

it’s a shame about ray - the lemonheads

my drug buddy - the lemonheads

if i could talk i’d tell you - the lemonheads

i love rock n roll - the jesus and mary chain

birthday - the jesus and mary chain

fizzy - the jesus and mary chain

perfume - the jesus and mary chain

never understood - the jesus and mary chain

black - the jesus and mary chain

dream lover - the jesus and mary chain

sometimes always - the jesus and mary chain

she - the jesus and mary chain

everybody i know - the jesus and mary chain

color me once - violent femme

holes - mercury rev

beautiful future - primal scream

zombie man - primal scream

over & over - primal scream

the glory of love - primal scream

can’t go back - primal scream

wake up boo! - the boo radleys

there she goes - the boo radleys

laid - james

say something - james

she’s a star - james

your love is not enough - manic street preachers & nina persson

autumnsong - manic street preachers

a design for life - manic street preachers

me and stephen hawking - manic street preachers

all is vanity - manic street preachers

gun and juice - snoop dogg

lodi dodi - snoop dogg

serial killa - snoop dogg

doggy dogg world - snoop dogg

who am i (what’s my name)? - snoop dogg

flying - the telescopes

never hurt you - the telescopes

the perfect needle - the telescopes

celeste - the telescopes

precious little - the telescopes

i fall she screams - the telescopes

threadbare - the telescopes

anticipating nowhere - the telescopes

silent water - the telescopes

the sleepwalk - the telescopes

lord and you hear me? - spacemen 3

ladies and gentlemen we are floating in space - spiritualized

think i’m in love - spiritualized

come together - spiritualized

no god only religion - spiritualized

cop shoot cop... - spiritualized

the individual - spiritualized

strange - galaxie 500

tugboat - galaxie 500

blue thunder - galaxie 500

isn’t it a pity - galaxie 500

when the sun hits - slowdive

machine gun - slowdive

40 days - slowdive

seagull - ride

cut your hair - pavement

range life - pavement

gold soundz

spit on a stranger - pavement

son of a gun - the vaselines

jesus wants me for a sunbeam - the vaselines

you think you’re a man - the vaselines

molly’s lips - the vaselines

dying for it - the vaselines

teenage superstars - the vaselines

monsterpussy - the vaselines

bitch - the vaselines

slushy - the vaselines

dum-dum - the vaselines

let’s get ugly - the vaselines

red poppy (demo) - the vaselines

heart it races - dr.dog

how long must i wait - dr.dog

my friend - dr.dog

hang on - dr.dog

the rabbit, the bat & the reindeer - dr.dog

army of ancients - dr.dog

uncovering the old - dr.dog

ballad of a well-known gun - elton john

madman across the water - elton john

burn down the mission - elton john

talking old soldiers - elton john

teenage angst - placebo

hang on to your iq - placebo

nancy boy - placebo

i know - placebo

lady of the flowers - placebo

swallow - placebo

come home - placebo

36 degrees - placebo

meds - placebo

infra-red - placebo

drag - placebo

post blue - placebo

because i want you - placebo

space monkey - placebo

follow the cops back home - placebo

ashtray heart - placebo

happy you’re gone - placebo

kitty litter - placebo

running up that hill - placebo

20th century boy - placebo

jackie - placebo

humbug mountain song - fruit bats

you’re too weird - fruit bats

from a soon-to-be ghost town - fruit bats

home - edward sharpe & the magnetic zeros

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secretiveauthor · 5 years ago

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4.3- Continue

Authors Note: There are only two scenes taken from the actual DBH game so if it seems a bit familiar, just know that it’s from DBH and that it belongs to Quantic Dream. I only included it so that it could keep the story going and have the options for the story as well.

~Enjoy,

Secretive Author

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November 6, 2038

10:25 AM

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Athena’s eyes cracked open at the dawn of sunlight slipping through the small cracks of the wooden walls. She notices that Kara has gone elsewhere and that it was just her and the little girl from earlier. The little girl sat quietly by the fire and fiddled with the hem of her shirt.

Athena rubs the sleep from her eyes and makes her way towards the little girl. Truth be told, Athena’s bones ached and demanded more rest, but Athena knew that there was no more resting after that had happened previously.

“Hello,” Athena says. “I don’t think we’ve met,” This seems to catch the gaze of the little girl. Her brown eyes looking up into Athena's green eyes. The little girl's eyes were a beautiful chocolate brown but there was just something... off about them.

“My name is Athena. What’s yours?“

“Alice...“

“Alice.” Athena smiled. “That’s a beautiful name. Reminds me of a book called Alice in wonderland.“ Alice’s eyes grew wide as it sparked her interest. Athena knew it would- or at least hoped it would- so that she could actually get to talk to the little girl and get to know her. She was human just like Athena- not that it would have had made a difference but at least there was somebody else that was like Athena.

“Really? What’s it about?“

“Well, it’s about a little girl who disappears down a rabbit hole to a fantastic place full of bizarre adventures. She meets and makes a lot of new friends along the way. All sorts of animals and she even gets to drink a little potion that makes her the size of a mouse.”

“That sounds terrifying.“

“Just wait until she-“

“Alice?“ Kara comes down the stairs. She looked like she was in a rush. Athena noticed the change in clothing and her LED was missing. I didn’t know you could take them off... Athena eyes widen at the sight of Kara as she realized that Kara looked so... human. Once Kara reached the bottom of the stairs, she grabbed Alice’s hand and started to head for the door.

“Come on Alice, we’re leaving.“ Athena was confused and followed behind them. Ralph was nowhere in sight so it was just the three of them.

“Wait, where are you going?“ Kara stopped and turned around to face Athena. She could feel her thirium pump start to beat rapidly as she grabbed Athena’s upper arm and pulled her close

“The police- they’re- “ Kara’s explanation was cut short as Ralph came in holding a dead possum. The pungent stench filled the room as it burned Athena’s nose hair. She crinkled her nose and cringed at the smell.

“Ralph found this to feed the humans. It's good for them... A present... To make up for past misunderstandings... Ralph'll cook... We will do just like humans do. Humans like burnt meat... Come! Come and sit down! “ Ralph happily waved the knife around, motioning towards the “kitchen table”; where there were already plates and cups placed down for Alice and Athena. Kara hid Alice behind her, protecting her from Ralph. Athena felt her heart beat faster, the feeling of fear rushing through her veins.

Kara and Athena looked at each other and then back to Ralph.

“That’s very kind of you, Ralph,” Athena spoke. “but we really have to get going.“ Ralphs smiled disappeared and turned into a confused frown, his LED flashing yellow. Athena’s eyes laid on the rather large kitchen knife as Ralph stood there, still having that unsure smile. It made Athena feel a bit queasy knowing that this Android could turn on them any second.

“Go? Ha ha! No, you will go once you and the little girl have eaten.” He stated. The air grew thick and dense. Ralphs' eyes looked between the three of us and motioned to himself.

“We will eat together, just like a family... You know, the father, the mother, the big sister and little sister...” Athena and Kara looked at each other again, Kara giving Athena a small nod. Athena knew what she meant and turn her head back towards Ralph.

“Okay. We'll eat together...like a family...” Athena says, giving a fake smile and walking towards the table, grabbing a seat on the opposite side of Alice. Ralph smiled and hopped up and down, walking over to the fire and placing the dead rodent in the fiery flames. The smell of burning fur filled the air, the aroma not going unnoticed. Truth be told, it made Athena want to vomit.

“That's better. Ralph went to a lot of trouble to find something for the little girl to eat. It wouldn't be polite for her to refuse, would it?”

Silence filled the room.

“Great. It's going to be great. Succulent you'll see. Succulent. Succulent. Father, mother, Big sister and the little girl.” Ralph tended to the fire while Alice looked at Kara, fear filling her eyes as she tensed up and grabbed onto the edge of the chair.

“Please, Kara. I don't wanna eat that!“ Alice whispered, hoping for only Kara to hear. Unfortunately, Ralph must’ve heard it too, or at least heard something with the sound of her voice. He stood up and looked over his shoulder.

“What did she say?” Kara panicked. She needed to come up with an answer, and fast. Kara saw the look on Alice’s face, the sheer terror on it. Kara, being the good friend she was, lied and protected Alice.

“She said she can't wait to eat it! She's very hungry.“ Kara smiled, making Ralph smile. Alice let out a small sigh as looked at Kara once more, thanking her for protecting her. To be honest, neither of them wanted to eat that. It was a rodent for god's sake and who knows where it’s been... but they didn’t want to piss Ralph off as well.

“The humans are not gonna regret it! Ralph found the best, the biggest one he could find! This is going to be succulent! Succulent!” Ralph took out the dead rodent from the fire with his bare hands as all eyes were on him and watching Ralph bring it to the table. Athena gulped and felt a small bead of sweat roll down the side of her head, staring at the chard fur and smelling the “meat”.

The longer they stayed, the less of a chance they had of escaping. Now Athena really wished she had slept in that abandoned car. Athena took a deep breath and placed her hands on the plate, gently pushing it away from her.

“Ralph, I really think we should get going.“

“All ralph wants is to eat together like a family!“ Ralph yelled, making Athena flinch. Athena bowed her head and once again, there was an ominous silence.

“EAT!” Ralph screams as he bangs both of his fists on the table making Athena and everyone else gasp and flinch at the sudden action. Now it was starting to get really tense and scary. There’s gotta be a way out of here! Athena says, looking around for somewhere to escape or at least try to keep Ralph calm so he doesn’t do anything irrational.

“I saw the body upstairs. You killed that human, didn't you?” Athena’s eyes grew wide as her head snapped at Ralph. Athena wasn’t surprised but it was unexpected and so sudden.

”What? Ralph is that true?”

“No... No, he was like that when Ralph found him...”

“You killed that man, Ralph.” Kara insisted. “There's no point in lying. You hate humans, but you're just like them. You're a murderer!”

“Ralph didn't mean any harm...!” Ralph cries and drops the knife on the table. He holds his hands and bows his head, staring at the ground his LED flickering between yellow and red. Athena couldn’t help but feel bad for the android. She knew enough about him to know that he had some type of PTSD and trauma issues. But that still doesn’t justify the fact that he killed someone.

“No...it's just that... Ralph can't control his anger... When his anger comes, Ralph doesn't know what he's doing... he... he becomes stupid...full of hatred... Ralph is sorry... He just wanted to be your friend.”

“Then let us go.“ Kara says, gently and calmly. They both maintain eye contact for a short amount of time before there was a voice coming from outside.

“Anybody home?“ It was already too late for them to escape. Athena cursed to herself and pushed herself away from the table just as everyone else did. Kara held Alice’s hand and brought her close.

“Shit..! It’s them! Kara, we need to hide- now.“

“There, under the stairs!“ Kara says, pointing towards the small gap in the stairs. Kara and Alice take shelter as Athena puts a hand on Ralphs' shoulder. She had hoped that Ralph would trust her and hope that he wouldn't rat Athena, Kara, and Alice out.

“Ralph, just stay calm and don’t let him know we’re here, OK?“ Ralph nodded and they took our places underneath the stairs, huddling together and keeping quiet. Ralph stood quietly, holding the knife in his hands.

Behind the cardboard box, they hear the policeman come in. Although, he wasn’t necessarily a policeman. From what Athena and Kara could see, it was another Android. He was tall, slim, wore a grey-ish blue suit with that bright blue armband around his arm. He skin was pale with dark brown hair. Who is this guy? Athena questioned. They’ve both never seen an android quite like him before.

He comes closer but stops at Ralph asking a few questions. Athena figured he’s some type of detective android and that’s why nobody has seen one like him ever. But now it was just playing the waiting game and hope that this android detective doesn’t find them.

But luck wasn’t on their side. After the android was done asking questions, he decided to take a look around. Each time he would get close, Athena sucked in and held her breath. Kara and Alice just stayed quiet but that was about to end. He stopped right at the stairs, inspecting the large cardboard box. All they could see was his legs... Athena closed her eyes and accepted her fate. Until...

“Run! Quick Kara!“ That was the signal to bust out of there and run. Kara pushed down the box and got to her feet with Alice by her side.

“Connor, what’s going on?“

Wait... That sounded like-

“Quick! This way!“ Kara said, running out the back door. Athena didn’t dwell on the person’s voice although it did sound awfully familiar to her. Nonetheless, she managed to catch up with Kara and Alice. Athena was a track runner back in college but she was a bit rusty due to... complications. Still, she kept up with Kara and Alice, only falling behind just a little bit.

Athena found it incredible how much stamina an android could have- well they didn’t need to breathe just like humans did. They never get tired or hungry. Truly fascinating.

“Which way do we go?!“ Athena asks, breathing heavily. Kara briefly looked back as they passed by strangers, pushing and shoving them out of the way. From the distance, they could hear police sirens slowly catching up to them.

“Just follow me! There should be a train station nearby!“ Athena nodded and followed Kara. Taking a sharp turn, they run down the alley and come across a large fence.

“What are you doing?! Let’s go!“ Athena was conflicted with herself. One one hand she can escape with Kara and Alice down the highway but it would be too risky. On the other hand, if she were to sacrifice herself it would give Kara and Alice enough time to escape.

So she stood there, contemplated what she should do.

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--> Escape with Kara and Alice

--> Sacrifice Athena

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#DBH #dbh connor #dbh connor x reader #dbh fanfic #dbh kara #dbh alice #detroit become human #Detroit: BH #detroit: connor #rk800 #connor rk800 #rk800 x reader #dbh rk800 #kara ax400

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lokis-lady-death · 6 years ago

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Stark Tower Layout

Lady Death: This is a little snippet I did which originally began as a reference for some future snippets I’ve been working on for a Loki x Reader (Ice Mutant).

If you’re interested in a story this is based on: Click Here and read the first installment.

It’s been months since Thanos’s defeat and Tony Stark has built a second Stark Tower for the Avengers in Brazil, deep in the forest. It’s built similarly to the tower in New York, but has less of a skyscraper feel. The outside is coated in a reflective material manufactured similarly to the camouflage used to hide the kingdom of Wakanda and was specially developed with Shuri’s help. This feature, however, is only to keep it from being seen from above by satellites as the facility itself is not in a secret location.

1st Floor: The Entrance

As anyone could expect, the entrance to Stark Tower is incredible and, simply put, extraordinary. Entering the main floor, the first thing visitors see is an arc reactor the size of a car along with words illuminating across the top in bright fluorescent “Avengers Assemble”. Tony said it was cheesy but it puts a smile on Steve's face every time he sees it. Elegant glass staircases on either side of the arc reactor lead up to the second story. It is all completely open and bright with massive windows that let in the brilliant sun rays, even showing a beautiful sky when it was taking thanks to specially manufactured glass invented by Shuri.

2nd Floor: Tourist Center

Stark had specifically chosen to create a tourist center in the lowest levels of his complex for the simple reason that he knew the Avengers needed to maintain face (and Pepper insisted it was a good idea to keep up appearances without holding press conferences on the regular basis). They were icons, symbols, and most of all heros. All profits made go towards hundreds of different charities around the world, usually those pertaining to Avenger related missions. Once of the most popular destinations at Stark Tower for visitors is the world renowned gift shop that houses random images taken of the Avengers with unrelated daily quotes they have made. The most notable include: Black Widow “I can’t, I’m afraid of spiders”, Captain America “You can’t do the fondue unless you have protection”, Spiderman “Oh, geeze guys, I don’t know”, Ironman “ Excelsior “

3rd Floor: Accounting Department

Because a building this large, this full, and this advanced requires money. It is nearly entirely made up of Tony's own pocket change, but sometimes a grateful nation or wealthy family the Avengers saved will make a donation to housing (but that secretly gets donated back to the community around the Stark facility, such as orphanages and hospitals).

4th Floor: Loading Dock and Med Bay

This is the floor where most of the Avengers tech is kept (beside things that are personal such as Sam's wings). It also houses a well stocked armory that contains anything as weak as bean bag shotgun shells (used for low level crooks) to much more lethal high caliber assault rifles (for more complicated cases). Any weapon repair would happen here, as well as any medical treatment that the Avengers could need. It can be used in emergency cases for the rest of the workers at the tower but so far that has not been necessary.

5th Floor: Training Rooms

This floor contains a fully loaded gym, a jacuzzi tub, steam room, and stall showers that are accessible to everyone at the tower. There were however, rooms separated for special training that was only used by the Avengers that included a holographic simulator that, while not as physical as the microbots, could use a projection on an android dummy, perfect for one on one training when you don't have a partner. As a joke, Tony had programmed the only reflection the dummy was capable of to be Secretary of state Thaddeus Ross. As an extra joke, someone (no one knows who but suspects Bruce) reprogrammed the boys to instead show Tony, repeating sarcastic comments and rolling his eyes. Steve said he had never had such a great workout partner.

6th Floor: The Simulator

The simulator, which takes up the entire sixth floor, requires special access passes not every Avenger has. This floor is most notably used for team training and uses microbots to create simulations of different villains and scenarios. Only Bruce or Tony themselves are capable to turning on the simulator because of its complexities. This rule came after a near disastrous event with Sam nearly creating a lethal replica of Thanos in with the Simulated Microbots, an event Steve brings up regularly. “You’re just mad cause the giant eggplant kicked your ass. Again,” Sam would snapback.

7th Floor: Avenger Academy(because Tony couldn’t think of a better thing to call it)

The classrooms are more technical than academic, but make for a good show for when Aunt May allows Peter to come stay at the tower. It has several computers set up for any of the Avengers team or Stark Tower’s employee to use. There is also a small library tucked away, because while Tony insisted everything be electronic, Pepper thought some of the tower inhabitants could use the nostalgia of a good hardback book.

8th Floor: Individual apartments (Dubbed the Geriatric Floor) Bucky, Steve

Because, let's face it, they're lost without each other so of course they're on the same floor. They insisted on having the lowest level apartments in the complex so “If someone attacks” they would be the first defense. Their apartments are very similar in style, with simple amenities, painted in patriotic colors, and decorated with several old pictures and framed special news articles the old school men enjoyed. Even the electronics in their apartments are simplified, with Friday always there to help the boys with any questions they had for new age tech.

9th Floor: Individual apartments (Dubbed the Experiments-gone-wrong Floor) Wanda and Vision, Bruce

Wanda and Vision were apprehensive about moving into the tower at first, but once they officially had their apartment set up, they couldn't imagine calling anywhere else “Home”. Vision especially enjoys Bruce being across the hall whenever he is in the mood for discussions, usually ending with some bizarre, other world innovative ideas that they would run by Tony when he comes by the tower. Wanda has come up to join young and Nat in your late night lounging.

10th Floor: Individual apartments(Dubbed the Deadly Women Floor) Reader, Natasha

You weren't sure what living on the same floor with Black Widow would be like, but it turned out the two of you made fast friends. It was nothing for you to go over to her apartment in the late hours of the night to enjoy some wine and girl talk, or for her to come by so you could both binge watch murder mystery shows, almost always challenging each other to guess the murderer by the end of the shows. The two of you go on a girls’ nights out with Wanda and Pepper every other weekend, usually spending your time comparing the men you had to put up with on a regular basis. Everyone agrees Pepper is a saint for dealing with Tony. On rare occasions, Gamora and Shuri join you, but those stories never get shared with the rest of the team. There is a rumor, while out enjoying one of these legendary evenings, your small group overthrew an evil dictator and liberated a country in the throws of civil war, but that never made the news so no one could confirm it. Viva la revolution.

11th Floor: Guest rooms: It is strategically located in the middle of the avengers team so they are secured at all times.

Most often used for Clint and his family during family friendly events such as Christmas and Thanksgiving. Everyone, including Scott and his daughter,come every New Year to watch Stark light up the sky with his endless supply of iron suits. Dr. Strange has also stayed, but only after a party since he is usually plastered and goes around asking guests if they would like to watch him conjure a demon. So far the answer has been no but Clint's kids have asked him to pull a rabbit out of his hat. He normally goes to bed after the jokes are made. The Guardians have stayed once after a party, but no one is allowed to talk about that night. Ever. T'challa and Shuri come to every single party and even the tower has, but it always ends the same way: the brother and sister in a head to head match on one of the many competitive games in Sam's apartment. And every single time, Shuri wins at the last second. Peter Parker comes during family events with his Aunt May, but has been known to sneak into the tower during the more adult parties. He has even started a tradition of “Movie Night” where they set up a projector screen on the balcony and play movies (usually big name classics that Peter annoyingly quotes halfway through, but every once in a while they play The Notebook because Clint cries every. Single. Time).

12th Floor: Individual apartments (Dubbed the Bachelor Pad) Sam, Thor, Loki (newly moved in)

Sam and Thor always got along well and once they found something they enjoyed in common, they became quite the unexpected besties. Turned out they both enjoyed video games. Sam keeps an assortment of gaming consoles that he regularly plays through with the god of thunder between missions (and anyone else that dares challenge their gaming skills). Sam was, however, less than thrilled when Loki took the apartment across the hall from him. He has a hard time getting along with the god of mischief and they would constantly bicker, a fact that was not made better when Loki consecutively defeated him and Thor at Super Smash Brothers. Loki tends to either stay locked away in his room, but every once in a while he will sneak away to the library.

13th Floor: Tony Stark’s Closet (named by Pepper)

It’s really more of a workshop for Tony's suits but Pepper considers it Tony's closet (and was quite adamant that they were not to be kept on their living foor). It also houses the main lab. Tony only allows full access to Bruce, Vision and Shuri because he thinks any other Avenger may “mess up the intricacies of the numerous sensitive technological advances” he has made in that lab. Steve doesn't take the secrecy personally, just makes comments that they better not be working on an Ultron 2.0 (he is extremely proud of this 21st century tech joke).

14th Floor: Tony and Pepper’s Penthouse

This is where the Avenger’s have their major get together. It opens up to a wrap around balcony and is the only access to the rooftop Helipad, which is mostly for Tony and Pepper's personal use when getting to and from Stark Industries in New York. Though they don't live at the tower full time, Pepper come at least once a week to check on things. Tony comes so often it's easy to forget he doesn't live there. He has been known to come in the early morning hours to work on new suits, but Pepper doesn't know that.

Floors located under the compound:

Garage: where every type of vehicle you could imagine is stored, nearly all of them donning the Avengers logo. There are anything from motorcycles (including a special edition Harley-Davidson RL 45 Steve picked got for Bucky), ATVs, cars, trucks, and one massive speed jet used to transport the whole team. The garage is only accessibly to the Avengers team and has a massive ramp that opens up 100 meters away from the normal front entrance of the tower.

Basement: Located an extra 50 meters below the garage, no one ventures this low in the tower. It is used to mostly house old tech Tony has developed, unused suits/weapons the team has no use for that is too dangerous to dispose of, and even some left over alien artifacts collected over the last decade.

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Let me know if you wanna be tagged if I decide to do a sequel!

I tagged anyone who might like the story this will be used in. It won’t be some intricate, detailed story line sort of thing, more like random snippets of stories that happen in the tower, but they will all be based on Loki x Reader (and won’t all involve Jotun Loki)

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sol-korolevas · 6 years ago

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believer

pairing: connor rk900 x reader

a/n: another sort of prequel to of baser instincts! this time, rk900 has a question for the reader to answer.

you always stay up to wait for connor. but it wasn’t the same when his upgraded model was here too. the rk900 insisted on coming just to talk to you. more and more frequently now he would arrive without a notice beforehand. you would have gratefully accepted his presence, but nowadays something about the rk900 has put you on edge.

“what did you want to ask me?” you said, hoping your voice sounded pleasant enough. it was night time and you were half-tired and half-worried. you shouldn’t be fussing over the latter but you couldn’t help it.

with your legs propped against your chest, you felt smaller than ever next to the rk900, who sat stiffly next to you on the couch.

“i’m sorry if i’m interrupting, but this is a most pressing question,” he confessed, calmly. a brief flicker of his yellow indicator told you that the rk900 was thinking. he then leaned forth towards you, eyes never withdrawing themselves from staring into your own. consciously, you leaned back, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze. “do you believe in gods, (name)?”

the question made your mouth drop open, but no responses came out. you looked at him, hoping to find an emotional nuance on his face. of course, there were none to be seen, not even the smallest hint that can be detected. you had to remember that despite everything, he was still more machine than connor.

“i, well, not really,” you spluttered out, red-faced and anxious. you quickly looked to the front, to the blank television screen, then to the carpeted floor. “i never practiced any religions, so…”

rk900 shifted beside you and you knew that he was now closer. you stiffened, rightfully so, as the android set a hand upon your knee. “but, you know what gods are like, no? so tell me, what makes god a god?” his voice was low, bordering on a murmur. you didn’t have to look to know his gaze was still on you, you also didn’t know you had placed your hand on his before you felt his pointer finger touch the side of your own.

“aren’t they immortal? powerful maybe, enough that they can be worshipped and such,” you replied, unsure of what better contributions to make. you were hoping that this was also enough to satisfy that strange curiosity rk900 had.

suddenly, you felt him let go of your knee and stand up. for a slight moment, you thought he found his answer, that he would leave. the nervousness and erratic heartbeats rk900 instilled in you were enough for you to feel fully anxious now. still, he was a friend, and you had no reason to ignore him. this was all a learning process for him, you told yourself.

much to your surprise, rk900 only walked to the back of the couch, stopping near you.

“immortal? so would that make me a god?” he asked, leaning down until his lips were near the shell of your ear. your breath caught in your throat as you gripped the armrest. this wasn’t something you wanted, no, you just wanted connor to come home – now.

“there-there are other criteria, i suppose,” you said, weakly. “like gods are supposed to be benevolent and...kind.” you heard rk900 scoff at your answer. inwardly, you wanted to dig yourself into the deep ends of space and never come back.

“history has its fair share of cruel gods, (name),” he replied, coolly. “these so-called kings, tyrants, murderers…all of them were worshipped to some extent but were they immortal? no.”

the hair on the back of your neck started prickling as if an impending danger was about to occur. your fight or flight response compelled you to move, but instead, you found yourself rooted onto your seat. something heavy pressed against the back of your head after feeling the rk900 lean back.

“it was their subjects who decided their benevolence and godhood,” rk900 continued from behind, his voice suddenly casual. “if i were your god, would you ever consider me a kind one, or a cruel one?” he trailed the barrel of the gun down to your neck, then to your left cheek. you let out a whimper, a trapped rabbit underneath the gaze of a wolfhound. he was a hellish pit opened up behind you, aiming to swallow you whole.

you only wanted connor to come home.

“i-i, i think you could be kind,” you managed to utter out between small sobs. there was a second’s pause where his gun was still trained on you. but then you heard rk900 give out a satisfied hum, before the feeling of his gun disappeared. you found yourself breathing again, but not before turning around to look at him.

a hint of a smirk played on his face, as he handed the gun to you. despite the weight of it, you were quick to realize that there were no bullets in the chamber. he wasn’t going to hurt or kill you, despite what he did. even so, you stared up at him and immediately felt yourself regretting it. there was something so cruel and cold in his gaze, something that terrified you.

“i was jesting, if it helps,” rk900 finally said, holding his hand up and placing them gently on top of your head. “i will never hurt my (name).” at the mention of your name and his possessive statement, you immediately felt yourself recoiling. you didn’t want to accept that perhaps, rk900 liked you for the wrong reasons.

you felt the gun slipped out of your hands as rk900 took it back. he lets out a sigh, and then added, “connor should be here in half an hour, i shall leave by the time he arrives.”

you nodded, stiffly, eyes placing themselves upon the white expanse of his jacket.

until he left, you found yourself staring at everything else but him.

#dbh connor x reader #rk900 x reader #connor rk900 x reader #connor rk900 #rk900 #dbh rk900 #rk900 dbh #dbh connor imagine #rk900 imagine #detroit become human #reader insert #writers on tumblr #upgraded connor

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mail-me-a-snail · 7 years ago

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Two Birthdays: Part 2

welcome back! i hope you’re enjoying the story so far. wilford and the gang are up to mischief. lord help them. also @arcady6011 you wanted me to tag you but its not working smh

you can find part one here

“Okay, everyone. It’s time to throw a party.”

With that, every ego filed out of the room until only the Jims, Bim, and Wilford were left sitting at the table. They still had to pick out a proper cake recipe, but they were just going back and forth on what flavors are good and why that flavor is like putting a wet sock in your mouth.

“I still think we should use our grandmother’s, Jim, recipe for Jim cake with Jim on top, Pink Jim.” Reporter Jim argued.

“Well, I for one believe we should go for my idea of a meat cake.” Bim replied.

Camera Jim turned to the gameshow host. “What’s the meat going to be? Pork?Chicken?”

Bim smiled, almost menacingly. “Jim.”

Wilford sighs, they were getting nowhere. He puts a hand between the Jims and Bim. “That’s enough out of both of you. Dark isn’t a cannibal,” he shot at Bim, “and I frankly have no idea what you’re talking about, Jim.”

“You’re idea of a bubblegum cake isn’t exactly any better, Wilford!” the suited man retorted.

“W-What are you talking about? I, for one, think it’s the most charming flavor-”

“That’s because you’re a bubblegum bitch-”

“Pink Jim, Suit Jim, we are getting nowhere with this!” Reporter Jim interrupted, huffing. Since when had he become the voice of reason here?

Before the two could tell Jim to shut his Jim hole, a notification ding came from Wilford’s phone. It was an email from Google. Attached to the email was a recipe for a two-layered black cake and a picture of what the cake is supposed to look like. Under the picture was a note:

- Wilford. I can see you arguing on the surveillance cameras. Please make this your primary objective and cease your bickering. Google.”

Wilford looks up at the camera in the far corner of the room, sticking his tongue out at it. It was childish, yes, but it made him feel better.

“Bim, get the flour and the eggs. Jim, clean up the kitchen. Warfie here is gonna bake the best cake ever. “

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“The host thinks this is a very bad idea.” Host muttered, dragging along a heavy plastic bag of various party supplies such as several brightly colored party hats, a birthday card to be signed by all the egos, and about three bags of confetti.

“I c-c-concur.” Google replied, bored. He was swiping through the internet for decorating guides, a checklist in his other hand. They’ve gotten mostly everything, but they were still missing some items. That decorating shop had been lacking and Google and Host were sure the owner wouldn’t need it anymore.

“The host wonders how old Dark is. He asks Google for his calculations earlier.” Host narrated, curious. No one knew where Dark came from or when he really appeared in their lives.

“F-From my calculations, D-D-Dark should be 136 ye-years old, from my estimated d-date of birth, and t-the fact that he h-h-has two birthdays a year.” Google calculated, wondering out loud. The android heard Host’s footsteps fade and stop walking.

“..136 years old?” For once, the Host seemed completely caught off guard.

“D-Dark is not w-wholly human. T-T-The body he u-uses is being held together by s-some entity, or perhaps magic.” Google turned around, replying. He had looked into Dark when the being had come into their lives, leading the cyborg down a long rabbit hole of news reports from the 50′s about the mayor of a distant city seemingly disappearing out of nowhere.

“The host has sensed the same thing from Dark, yes.” Host narrated, sighing and picking the plastic bag up again. They had to get decorating already.

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Dr. Iplier knocked on the door of Dark’s office, still nervous. The knocks rang out hollowly out into the empty hallway. The doctor waited a few minutes, then another few, until a deep “Come in.” rumbled from inside, startling him.

Dark sat at his desk, hands clasped in a polite manner. He gestured to the chair in front of him. Iplier had no intentions of refusing.

“My good doctor. What do you need?” Dark inquired, his aura gently redounding as a ringing noise filled the doctor’s ears. “Has Wilford murdered someone again?”

Dr. Iplier shakes his head.

“I-It’s, ah, not that, Dark. It’s, well, um-” Dr. Iplier sputtered.

“Speak.” came the impatient growl from Dark. The ringing noise greatly amplified, along with floorboard creaking. The doctor winced, then composes himself, taking a deep breath.

“I...just wanted to do your regular medical check up.” Dr. Iplier said meekly. At that, Dark’s aura softened considerably. “I’ve noticed your shell is cracking more than it should be. Is everything alright with...?”

“The Mayor and the Seer are fine. I am fine. Thank you for your concern, doctor, but I don’t need to be examined.” Dark stopped him with a hand.

“At least let me look.” Dr. Iplier pleaded. If he just left Dark here in his office, he might go wandering off to look for someone, then the whole party would be ruined! He had to bring their leader to his clinic to distract him.

Dark sighs, taking a few moments to reconsider. “Fine. One examination.” Dr.Iplier smiles in relief.

Things were going according to plan.

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Things were not going according to plan.

Wilford had chosen the absolutely wrong people to help him bake. These fools had no idea how to follow a recipe and were eyeballing measurements and ingredients. The mustached man had to stop Bim from kicking the Jims into the oven twice by now.

The kitchen was a horrible mess. There were eggs splattered and broken on the wall and flour covered about half of the room. It had only been an hour since they started, but they were only done with the cake batter.

To make matters worse, he got a call from Dr. Iplier. He wiped his flour covered hands on his pants, they were going in the wash, anyway, and picked up the phone.

“Yello?” He said.

“No, it’s Dr. Iplier. I’m bringing Dark to my clinic so I can-”

“Your clinic?! Do you realize which kitchen we’re in?!” Wilford interrupted, panicking. Every floor had its own kitchen, one for each of the egos. Dr. Iplier’s kitchen was the most clean out of all of them, so they had settled with that.

“You’re in my kitchen? Wilford, I swear to God, if you make a mess in there-”

Wilford ducks, narrowly missing an egg aimed at his head and seeing it splat on the wall. “Ah, well...good doctor, I think it’s a little late for that.”

A frustrated growl came from the man on the other line. “I’ll deal with that later. We’re already on your floor. Be as quiet as possible.” The line went dead, the doctor had hung up.

Wilford began to sweat.

Things were really, really not going according to plan.

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Dark follows Dr. Iplier down the hallway, passing by several doors. It was true that his shell was cracking. Damien and Celine had been incessantly shouting at him about something, he just couldn’t remember what.

Before he could gather his thoughts, they heard a loud crash from one of the doors, and a few “FUCK”s and shushing. Dark turned to Dr. Iplier, who had covered his face with a hand, groaning.

Dark reached for the doorknob, intending to open it, until the door opened itself, and a messy Wilford came out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Dark stepped back in surprise, then narrowed his eyes at his pink partner.

“Wilford, why are you covered in flour?”

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here’s what the cake is supposed to look like

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pinkipie100 · 6 years ago

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Prologue III

Aaaaand, last one for now. I hope I can get this all worked out to completion. I actually am really digging the story I’m brewing up...

Words: 1688

Category: Gen [subject to change]

Contains: anger issues, violence, possible anxiety-inducing imagery, OCs, metaphysical android sh*t, murder, grey lines, hungry doggo

Takes place during the dates and times listed.

November 11th, 2038

11:07 PM

Anamika had anger issues. That wasn’t hard to admit. Anamika could lie about a lot of things, but that wasn’t one of them. There were plenty of people she’d beaten the living daylights out of over spilled milk, and a long list of damaged property that probably did nothing to warrant being so totally decimated. And it’s not like Anamika wasn’t trying to reign herself in. She knew she yelled at people who didn’t deserve it, and even got into fights that were totally unnecessary, but the tiniest things could set off the Wolf inside of her. It would remain sleeping when she was calm, left to her own devices, alone- but the Wolf was a light sleeper, and the tiniest flea bite, the lightest poke with a twig, and the beast was up and snapping, ready to maim anyone who tried to tame it. No matter how hard Anamika tried to tame the Wolf herself, it always conquered her in a possessive fit of snarling curses and blurred vision. Only one had ever overpowered it, the one person Anamika trusted most.

But that person was gone now. No one was left to keep the Wolf on a leash. But for the first time, Anamika didn’t want to. No… this time, her target deserved everything that was coming their way. Additionally, this was the first time Anamika’s Wolf we truly a hunter. Laser-focused, only one Rabbit to be devoured tonight. Even as other bodies tumbled past Anamika, sometimes shoulder-checking her in the process, the Wolf did not bite at them, or even take notice.

Anamika marched towards the Recall Center, where deviants were tearing down the walls keeping other androids trapped inside. The Wolf’s keeper had promised that the deviants’ leader would lead a peaceful protest near the Recall Centers. Apparently, the same did not go for deviants in small, unnoticed Colorado suburbs. Either way, Anamika didn’t give a shit.

He was wearing a red baseball cap. Green parka. Black jeans. For every detail Anamika remembered about him, her Wolf got hungrier, and she got closer. She and the Wolf were one, and she broke into a sprint like red lightning. The roar of a predator’s breath erupted from her chest, and she leapt like the Wolf, her prey being knocked from his pedestal where he directed the other deviants.

She pinned the motherfucker to the ground, on all fours like the animal inside. Roaring into his face, she took her claws and dug them deep into the plastic fuck’s chest, banging him up and down and up and down and down, and down, and down… The deviant clutched her paws, crushing her wrists, cracking and bruising. He called for aid, and Anamika howled in his face to respond. Wresting her paws from his grip, Anamika swung for the deviant’s face, landing a hit so hard, his artificial skin was wiped off, leaving a crack in his facial plate. Suddenly thirsty for the blue blood, Anamika’s insistent paws dug for more of it from the deviant’s face. You hurt Pack, Wolf hunts. Eats. You took Pack. Now just Wolf. Rabbit down hole. Wolf digs. Wolf EATS.

Other hands struggled to grab hold of the writhing animal, and it takes three to lift her back and down into the snow-covered street. The beast twists and howls, half English, half lupine snarls. Three deviants, all of considerable size, struggled to contain Wolf and Host as the Prey rose back up and drew a gun.

‘What do we do with her, Nathan?’ a deviant asked the Prey just before Anamika clawed him in the face, and he dislocated her arm in retaliation.

‘We shouldn’t kill her… We’ve already enough blood on our hands tonight!’ another deviant said, bracing itself against Anamika’s forceful kneeing.

The Wolf retracted one bit, allowing Anamika to form some coherent sentences: ‘-Fucking killed her! You’re an animal! You deserve to DIE!’

‘I don’t know, she seems pretty set on killing us!’ the first android said.

Anamika gave her body one huge heave in an attempt to free the Wolf, launching the deviants a little in the wind before they pinned her back down. Nathan, the Prey, gave Anamika, foaming at the mouth, a once-over. Blue blood still dripped from the rips in his face. Anamika wanted to taste it. Bathe in it. He deserved to be torn to shreds in that Recall Center.

‘You have anger like I’ve never seen in a human…’ Nathan said, almost looking horrified.

‘No shit, plastic fuck!’ Anamika spat. ‘You killed my BEST FRIEND! Do you even remember her?! She was trying to talk to you… She didn’t deserve to get caught in the middle of this… And you… killed her… ANYWAY!!!’ Anamika had to wheeze to regain her breath, ‘You deserve to DIE!’ Nathan raised his gun, and no matter how the Wolf struggled, the androids did not get tired. The Wolf, despite all its strength, did. And the fire prodding the Wolf was over. The water came down from the skies to drench it out. Anamika began to weep hoarsely.

Then deviants didn’t know what to do. This animalistic, murderous human had just done a complete one-eighty. Other deviants who were previously wrecking the Recall Center had even stopped and observed.

Clueless, Nathan simply asked the human why she cried.

It took Anamika a while to regain control of her taxed vocal chords and breathing before she could answer, ‘She loved… she loved you all… She believed in your freedom until the end… Fuck, she’d probably forgive you for shooting her-!’ Another break was needed for Anamika to cough and tear up some more. ‘Just shoot me- It should have been me you killed, anyway- not her… Just end this. Kill the Wolf.’

Silence, save for the sound of Recall Center riots and snowfall. Then a gunshot. Three deviants rose, no longer needing to hold back a young woman ravenous for revenge. Nathan dropped the gun and picked up regret. The four androids then moved back to the Recall Center, somber now.

One deviant remained looking upon the scene, however. A simple bystander, observing the scene from afar. Suddenly, all that mattered to her was this human with a bullet in her head. The only human she’d seen show remorse for hurting an android. The only human she’d ever seen self-destruct like a deviant.

November 13th, 2039

9:45 AM

Rina could stand waiting. One might even say that she was good at it. Even for an android, she almost found it meditative to sit or stand completely still in the same place for hours. Most others of her kind found that it reminded them too much of their former oppressed states, standing at android parking or office stations, but it never bothered Rina, for some reason.

The same couldn’t be said for the entity inside of her.

This view is so fucking boring. Can’t you move? Walk around a bit?

…Perhaps it was because of the entity inside of her waiting didn’t bore her.

Don’t get antsy. I don’t want to bother anyone else with nervous back-and-forth walking.

You should know by now that I don’t like sitting still.

Maybe if you ask nicely, I’ll ‘stretch my legs’ a bit.

…Please?

Rina stood, grabbing her bag and slinging it back over her shoulder, adjusting her cap before wandering aimlessly around. She took in the other people at the gate, waiting for a numbered plane to come and save them from the heavy clutches of boredom. She thought she’d like to take a picture of them, especially the ones at the coffee shop.

Ugh, that is so cringey. You’re such a hipster!

‘What are you talking about, they are beautiful shots!’ Rina accidentally muttered aloud.

A young boy sitting next to his mother looked up at her, confused. The android adjusted her hat, smiling awkwardly.

Don’t make me do that again.

What?! That was your mistake, buddy. I just made my thoughts known! …That’s kind of what I do.

Rina sighed. I know. …Tell you what. Say you’re sorry, and I’ll give you a surprise.

WHY?! It wasn’t my fault! It’s not even that big of a deal!

Anamika.

Ugh, fine, fine! I’m sorry.

Rina smiled subtly. She was glad Anamika couldn’t see her face as she did so. Rina then marched over to the large airport window. She looked out at the lot, populated by sleek jets and cute little forklifts buzzing about. A few orange-clad workers peppered the steely grey streetscape. Rina’s reflection was faintly overlayed on top of the busy scene.

Rina whispered to her reflection, imagining it to be Anamika, ‘Beautiful, huh?’

A pause. You are.

Rina laughed. ‘What? I was talking about the planes.’

Angry static flooded Rina’s head. I KNOW! I know you were. Fuck, I hate this! I can’t think fucking anything in private!

Rina’s hands connected with her head from the overwhelming voice. She hissed, ‘Anamika, please! You’re too loud!’ The static ceased. ‘Thank you. Don’t worry, we’ll find a way to get you out of my body. If any Engines are still intact, they’ll be in Detroit.’

Silence within her head. Then, Look… Rina, I can’t believe I’m saying this after all I’ve been through, but… Thank you. This time, Rina let Anamika see her smile in the reflection. I know I’m not exactly the ideal person to have trapped inside your headhole, but… I’m glad you did this for me. Really. Rina gradually raised her hand up, looking her reflection deeply in the eyes. Her hand reached for the one before her.

‘Please refrain from touching the glass,’ came a voice. Rina was shocked out of her intense stare, spotting a janitor android next to her. ‘Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were an android. Just make sure not to scratch it, please.’

‘O-of course.’

The janitor then left Rina alone. Well, not alone.

The gate then called for Rina’s group to line up. She adjusted her cap again, then strided confidently towards the line with her ticket.

You know, the bright side to this is that we only have to pay for one ticket.

#detroit: become human #dbh #dbh markus #ocs #anamika vo #rina #jericho #fanfiction #fanfic #my broken perfect nonsense #nobody f*cking asked Pinki #nathan #the plot shall thiccen #DUN DUN DUN!#anger issues

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homogrimoire-archive · 4 years ago

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The Remnant Branches

CH. 2 - Vile Toxic Intent

Part 2: In the Name of My God(ess)!

The murderous duo proceed to the facility where they will find what they desire. However, they run into a major problem, one whose might they will not even begin to comprehend. As a result, Tyrian is winds up in another world.

“Here we are!” Tyrann singsonged. The two vicious killers stood in front of a surprisingly neat looking building. However, it was only the size of a small market. It held no markings indicating what the building once was or what it now holds.

“This is the place we’re looking for?” Tyrian said, doubtful that this mere thing could be the key to his mission.

“Looks can be deceiving. This place goes underground so far, even a nuclear bomb couldn’t destroy it all!” They walked through the automatic doors and headed to a nearby elevator.

“The hell is a nuclear bomb?” Tyian said, confused. Tyrann looked at him as if he should know, though it was difficult to tell because of the lack of distinguishable facial features. The sterile white light buzzed and the elevator hummed as it descended.

“You’re world is fuckin’ weird. How do you all have bitchin’ weapons like that, but no nuclear bombs?” Tyrann would have killed to get some insane weapon like Tyrian’s. Though, that wouldn't be saying much. He would have not killed to get some insane weapon like Tyrian’s.

“How the fuck do you have nuclear bombs but no fucking awesome weapons like this?” Tyrian retorted as he caressed the weapon that had ended the lives of countless people.

“Good point good point. Damn, I would have taken shit like that over nuclear any day though. It can cause some weird and downright disgusting side effects. Ugh.”

“Like?”

“Like… you know, I’ve forgotten… Don’t give me that look, its been a couple of centuries. What I do remember is that it doesn’t discriminate and leaves a place totally fucking destroyed and uninhabitable for a long time.”

“Sounds like a pretty nice weapon to me.” Tyrian replied. The elevator doors opened and the two noticed that rudimentary defensive machines lay ahead. They were more advanced than those at the junk heap, but still much less powerful than anything Remnant could offer. The hall held many doors and had many other hallways connecting to it. “I take it you know where we’re going?”

“Hmmm… more or less. But yeah,” They began their way down the hall, slashing and destroying the machines that stood on their way, “they’re nice until everyone bombs the whole world to shit and you have to live in some cramped underground bunker for the rest of your life. Trust me, I had to do it for a month and it was not fun. Well, not for long. Muder is a lot harder to get away with in a hellhole like that you know.”

“Sounds like prison.” Another round of bullets incapacitated a few machines, a wave of magic destroys a couple more.

“Yeah, pretty much. Oh, I just remembered. People used to think nuclear bombs could cause weird mutations in animals, like two heads, six legs instead of four or make ‘em giant. Real crazy shit.” Tyrann said, shifting his focus to Tyrian. His tail slashed through a machine, and then acted as a balance as another group of machines was pumped full of lead “I’m just gonna say it. Is your tail a common kinda thing in your world? Cause it sure as hell ain’t a thing around here.”

“Those of us with some animalistic characteristics are called Faunus. Some get a useless little rabbit tail, some get alligator skin, and some of us get a scorpion’s tail, with poison perfect for killing.” A slash of his tail disarmed a machine

“Tell me more about your world. I need something to keep me from dying of boredom.” Tyrann requested. Machine after machine fell as jagged swords tore into them, spilling fluids everywhere. and sending wires and metal scraps flying.

“Sure, it isn’t too different from here though. The only other major difference is that people can have an aura and a semblance. Aura is our soul, and its basically armor. We can also extend it to items, like our weapons. And those of us who’ve unlocked our aur aura, can have a semblance. What a semblance can do varies. Some people get super speed, some get an ability to ignore pain, and others,” Tyrian said as his eyes changed purple and his aura manifested around his weapons, “can ignore aura, and go in straight for the kill!” He slashed at a machine, rending it in two. “But, my semblance isn’t really useful here.”

“Damn, you were just born for murder weren’t you.”

“What can I say? Doing anything else just wouldn’t be right. I remember my first kill. It was some guy in a random alley when I was a teenager, around fourteen, I think. This huntsman was being an annoying little bitch, so I-” Tyrian brought his tail up to his neck and imitated his first killing blow. It was a jab to the neck, his eyes a powerful purple as the tail pierced through aura, and ruthless poison ran its course. “After watching him die a slow, painful death, I knew that it was only the beginning.” He smiled a crazed, joyous smile.

“Ahh, the look on a man’s face as he dies is the best, isn’t it? The fear. The remorse. The hatred. I had my first kill at around nineteen. It was some guy who had been getting on my nerves for some time. He was a higher rank than me, but dumb as shit. One day, I had enough. His plan was suicide, but he was too far up his ass to see that, so I shot him and took the lead instead. Everyone in my squad looked at me in fear and shock. ‘If you don’t wanna end up like him, follow me.’ I told ‘em. There was only one casualty that day: him. I won’t ever forget the look on his face as he bled out.” Tyrann sweetly reminisced.

They continued chatting all while they lay machines to rust. They talked about their favorite ways to kill, favorite kinds of victims, and other things lovers of killing would talk about. In the middle of a story about the recent murder of a woman in white who was a thorn in the side of his Godess, they were interrupted by something new to their surroundings: an android. It was a dilapidated thing, and rather out of place. Its entire body creaked as it moved to them. It was made of a dark metal.

“I― think― I― can― I― think― I― can―” it cackled out of a barely functioning voice box. “I― think― I― can― I―” It was cut off with a slash of a jagged sword. The sound of the metal being roughly cleaved was one both hoped they wouldn’t have to hear again. They enjoyed the sound of flesh being sliced, blood splattering, bones breaking, and screams and cries piercing the air. The cacophony that was born from tearing through metal wasn’t something they found beauty in.

“I think it can fucking die. God, fucking robots. I’m getting real fucking tired of them.” Tyrann said with malice. He punted the severed head into the wall, embedding it at eye level. Just them, its eyes glowed red.

“I― THINK― I― CAN― I― THINK― I― CAN―”

“GOD FUCKING DAMN IT! FUCK!” Tyrann screamed in anger as he stabbed the decapitated hunk of metal.

“I take it that’s not a good thing?” Tyrian asked, knowing full well the answer.

“Hell no it isn’t! That bitch just alerted the rest of the androids in its network! You better pray to your goddess the rest of ‘em are just as shitty!”

Back to back, they prepared themselves for what was to come. The android’s mantra could be heard around every corner. The footsteps echoed as metal creaked. They could tell that the android’s numbers were great. They first to round a corner looked pristine. It had white hair, and red eyes. It was tall and slender, but minimally clothed. As it walked towards them, more followed behind it. Then it tripped over its own feet, causing those that followed to stop, look down, and imitate their fallen brethren. Tyrann and Tyrian both laughed and laughed.

“This, this is the thing we were scared of!” Tyrian burst out. “I could kill them all in my sleep!”

“Damn, look at their ass though! These things are about to make me act up...” Tyrann said as he eyed one.

“Damn! These things do have a fat ass!” Tyrian exclaimed as he smacked one’s ass. “Ow.” he murmured as he frantically shook his hand in the air. Slapping hard, cold metal was not one of his best ideas.

“Ehh, its probably best that we just kill them all though.”

“What? Why? Can’t we have a little fun?”

“Trust me, you won’t have much fun. You’ll only want the ones made for fucking. I learned that the hard way a long time ago.” Tyrian was grateful that he only broke a finger. He’d take a broken finger over a broken dick any day.

“Well, at least they look human. It’s better than those plain old hunks of iron back there.”

“Agreed. Now, let’s get to killing!”

I know I can, I know I can.

I pick up one of the flowers. I love their pretty white glow. I place it in my hair. I can’t see how it looks, but I like it. Oh how I wish I could leave this place! I want to see all the pretty flowers of the world!

But, I also don’t want to leave. I love these flowers too much, and they love me. I notice that our numbers are dropping at an alarming rate. That’s alright. It doesn’t really matter anyways. They’ll all be replaced soon enough. As long as I have these flowers, I’ll be content.

I walk lightly as to not harm the flowers. They’ve done a lot for me. When my synthetic skin decayed away, these petals made me glow as beautifully as them. When all my hair fell out, their stems formed into beautiful, dark hair for me. Now they grow in my hair as well.

These flowers are my god. From what I’ve gathered, a god holds great power, and creates. They must be loved, for they are powerful, and kind to their believers. I loved these flowers, ever since I saw them. A glitch in my code allowed me to linger for a second too long when I saw them. So, they developed into a curiosity, then a hobby, then a love. I made the right choice in loving them.

Because of them, I know I can. I know I can change my code, and change the world around me. I know I can love. I know I can leave. I know I can do anything! But, I know that I only want these flowers. It’s the least I can do for them after all they’ve done for me. They created me, after all.

Odd, their numbers are falling more than they have in centuries. No matter, I know that I have all that I want, and all that I need. I’m happy, and so is my god.

Speak not the Watchers,

Draw not the Watchers,

Write not the Watchers,

Sculpt not the Watchers,

Sing not the Watchers,

Call not the Watchers' name.

For some reason, this keeps popping in my head. I know that it is the will of my god, so I pay no mind to it.

As I admire a flower that just bloomed, I hear a loud sound. Banging and shooting. Its coming from where the door was, but it’s been covered by vegetation for so long I can’t even see it. No matter. Whatever may be, I know it is the will of my god.

Finally, two people break through. One is a man with a tail. Odd. Another is a female Replicant, although she speaks with a male voice. I realize that this poor replicant girl was possessed by a mean male Gestalt. She somehow seems familiar. Poor thing. Perhaps I should tell her of my god. Maybe they could help free this poor girl. And perhaps they could heal this man of his wretched tail. What am I saying? I know my god can help them. I hope my god can forgive me for that sliver of doubt.

“Hello.” I say as I arise. “You two look like you could use some help.”

You are a Watcher.

“Huh?” I look at the two in confusion, thinking the words came from one of them

“Is this guy dumber than the others or something? We didn’t even say anything!” The tailed man said. The two laughed.

You must carry the will of the Watchers.

“What? Who are the watchers exactly? What is their will?” I look around, but do not see the source of the voice.

I am a Watcher, you are a Watcher, a servant of God, a creation of God! Our goal is to exterminate everything not created by our God!

“Really? I’m a watcher?” I say happily. I really couldn’t be happier. There is nothing greater than serving my god!

Yes, you are. Now, exterminate those two! Exterminate everything that is not the will of our god! Kill! Kill! Kill!

“Yes. I am a Watcher! And you two will perish! That is the will of my god.” I shout with a smile. This is my first time in combat, but I know I can kill these two. I will kill these two. It is the will of my god! It is my will!

“Oh? You think your god will help you against me? They are NOTHING compared to my great goddess!” The tailed man laughs happily. I understand how he feels. I laugh too.

“You should know your goddess is nothing compared to my god. Here, let me show you.” Out of instinct, I open my mouth, and begin singing. “Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhh.” I feel power surge through me, the power of my god.

“Oh fuck no. I’m out of here! That thing, it’s like the damned beast! No way am I dealing with this shit! See ya!” the gestalt says, and quickly leaves. I don’t care. I know his destruction will come eventually, one way or another, just like all the other things not of my god’s will.

“Whatever.” the tailed man says as he shrugs. “More fun for me!” He readies his weapons, and I sing louder. Power flows through the area, enveloping it in a red force field. Rings of the script of my god circle the barrier. Its beautiful, all so beautiful. He looks a bit scared. He should be. I know it is the will of the watchers, it is the will of my god.

He makes the first move. I sense another presence, another android with powerful magic and strong technology of their own. No matter. It is not of my concern. They will meet their end eventually too, one way, or another. Right now, this man is my focus. He will serve as a good measure of my newfound abilities. I dodge the first strike with ease, but fail to dodge the follow up. I know now. He fights with a berserker-like style. He swiftly slashes and attacks in every direction surrounding him, thus leaving very little openings for his opponents to counter him safely.

However, I am a Watcher! And I will not fall to him! I move in towards him, and grab one leg. It sends him off balance, and he falls. I toss him, but he is quick to react and latches onto my arm with a hand. He sets off his weapon and sprays my face with bullets. It doesn’t hurt. There isn’t anything that can hurt me. Especially not anymore. So I slam him into the ground, and do so again. I feel bad that I crush some of the flowers, but it can’t be helped. I know my god forgives me though.

I noticed that the surroundings around us have changed. We seem to be at a deserted fortress. The sun above is made ruthless by magic, but the barrier protects him from it. I know its heat wont harm me, so I remove the barrier. I know I could summon monsters here, but most of them won’t do much against him. I will give him that much credit. He gets up and puts some distance between us. A futile effort, irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. I fail to see why he cannot understand this.

“Can’t you see that you are outmatched, that your goddess has failed you? That she is weak?” I tell him. Anger fills his eyes. They’re a striking purple now. Odd.

“How DARE you speak of my goddess like that!? You WILL speak of her with respect!” he shouts as he lunges at me. An expected reaction of a delusional man, or perhaps he believes in his goddess as much as I believe in my god. Well, all will end the same, one way or another. Although, I have a feeling it could take longer to reach that ending for some reason. No matter. It can’t be helped. Whatever happens, happens, for it is the will of my god.

He fights much more wildly than before, but has since run out of ammunition to fire his weapon. And his blades, they slash through my petals, unlike before. I tread more carefully now, dodging his blows and getting a punch, or kick, or a wave of magic in when I can. It is almost as if we are dancing together, a tribute to the one we hold above all else.

We back off from each other after another exchange. A fourth of my petals have been severely damaged, and it will take some time for them to repair. I also see a wave of purple spread across his body. With a crazed, joyous smile, we both move in for the deciding blow. I know he will be the one to die. He lost his ability to even scratch my petals. It is a miracle he was able to even harm them in the first place. Hmm… Perhaps his goddess has some power afterall, though obviously nothing that compares to the might of my god! Its time to end the life of this affront to my god!

But then, I sense someone. Their presence is one that far surpasses mine, yet, it is not entirely different. That could only mean one thing.

“My god!” I turn away from the man who follows his goddess, and I run towards the entrance why my god is. I don’t even look back to see what happened to him. I don’t care! “My god is here!” I throw open the gates and gaze upon a beautiful woman. My god is far more beautiful than I ever could have imagined.

Her hair and clothes are a pure white, though there is some black in her clothing. My, it could mean so much I could go on about it for days, but I know I will go on about it sooner or later. She has such a beautiful body, one worthy of an eternity of worship. And her eyes! Or rather, eye. It is a vibrant pink, accentuating her elegant femininity. The other eye is a beautiful flower, almost exactly like the ones that made me. This is my god. I fall to my knees in awe of her, and I begin to cry tears of incomprehensible emotions. I don’t even care as to why she seems shocked at first.

“That’s right, I’m you god.” She tells me in a sweet voice, one I would crawl across mountains on my hands and knees just to hear. She softly cups my face and motions for me to rise, and so I do. Behind me, I hear the man screaming. How dare he scream like an animal in the presence of my god, and how dare he interrupt us?!

“Excuse me, my god. I will take care of this pest.” She nods her head, and I turn to face him, ready to kill him. I feel so joyous as I wait to strike. I am serving my god! But, I feel pain in my abdomen. I look down to see that a white sword has impaled me. Its the one my god was holding. Why?

“My god, why? I―” I slump over and fall to my knees once more. She yanks the blade out of me. The look on her face hurts me more than anything. It is a face of hate. Why would she hate me? I love her more than anything.

“I thought I could― I thought I could― I―”

“Shut up.” She commands me with a smile on her face as she stabs the swords into the center on my neck. It doesn’t kill me. It doesn’t hurt. Then, I hear her struggle for a moment as he tries to take her sword.

“Don't, touch my god!” I weakly tell the tailed man. He jams it into me over and over again, laughing wildly. It doesn’t hurt, but I know death is coming for me. I thought I could live forever though. That was the will of my god, wasn’t it?

“Some goddess you have! She doesn’t even love you! My goddess! My goddess loves me! She is powerful! And! That’s! Why! You! Lost!” the guy sneers as he stabs me. That hurts. I thought I could not be hurt. She just stands back and lets him destroy my body. I hear more people arrive, but I don’t care.

“Looks like someone is having fun.” one of them says. I try to get up, to reach my god, to try to reason with her, but I can’t. Perhaps my death is her will. If it is her will, then it is my will. My vision fades, the sounds turn to silence, and I no longer feel the sword. Then, it returns. I am looking down at my lifeless body. The petals have been stained red, and the black stems that were once my hair have been chopped up finely into mush.

She is not your god. I hear a voice state. It is the one that spoke to me earlier.

“You again. Please then! Show me my god. Please let me serve my god! I thought I could kill him! I thought I could do what my god wanted of me! Please, let me redeem myself! I’ll do anything!”

Oh, you will serve our god. Us Watchers always serve our god, one way, or another. And you, you are no different. We all serve our god. Our god has great plans for you.

Then, I see my god. I truly see my god. My god is far greater than that sham of a goddess the scorpion-man believes in. I walk towards my god, ready to serve my purpose, whatever it may be, whenever it may be. My god’s will is my will, and it will be fulfilled.

Speak not the Watchers!

Draw not the Watchers!

Write not the Watchers!

Sculpt not the Watchers!

Sing not the Watchers!

Call not the Watchers' name!

Our god’s will is to exterminate humanity! Our god’s will is our will! I see now! Even in stagnation, the Watchers’ mission progresses!

Speak not the Watchers!

Draw not the Watchers!

Write not the Watchers!

Sculpt not the Watchers!

Sing not the Watchers!

Call not the Watchers' name!

The nature of the universe is destruction! The nature of humanity is the universe!

Ha Ha. Ha Ha Ha. Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!

I will do what my god wanted me to do! I’ve always been doing what my god wanted me to do!

Ha ha ha ha haa! La la la la laa!

I thought I could! I knew I could!

La la la la laa! La la la la laa!

#Tyrian Callows #Tyrann (NieR)#rwby #nier #drakengard #The Remnant Branches #Vile Toxic Intent #Yes i based the android off of the little tank engine that thought it could #I will say #it was interesting to write in first person.#I try to refrain from it because I personally am not a fan of first person fics #my drakengard brainrot really showed up in this part #4k words

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holmesandyoyofanblog · 4 years ago

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Mysteries Left Unsaid

Something I find intriguing about this show is how light and fluffy it is regarding the nature of AI. It leaves me hungry to know more and speculate over what tantalizingly few details the audience is given. The android detective is played almost exclusively for laughs here, leaving any deeper introspection to the viewer and shows like “Star Trek” (remember “The Measure of a Man”?). You won’t see Yoyo fretting over his status as property aside from his alarm at the notion of being scrapped. One might see deficiency in this, but I find myself enjoying the occasional fall down the rabbit hole asking far too many questions about the weird little world of “Holmes & Yoyo.”

-- Can Yoyo be hypnotized? Is there a point where a robot is so sophisticated and human-like that it’s possible?

-- If Yoyo can absorb data at 150 pages per second (ep 2, “Funny Money”), does his memory ever get full and need cleaning out? How would the doctors know what’s unimportant enough to clean out? Would they back things up in a library? Might they use this memory-taking for nefarious purposes like a cover-up?

Imagine how insanely cool it’d be (in a pre-internet world) if Yoyo could read microfilm! There’s maybe a century’s worth of news just sitting there in a library. Could you imagine H&Y tracking a serial killer’s movements through a series of cold cases based on old newspaper reports? I’d love to see how such a family-friendly show would handle a serial killer. There was already a murder in ep 1, so a case involving murder isn’t off the table.

-- How would programming Yoyo with a childhood (as he requested in ep 4, “The Last Phantom”) even work? Would these fictional events merely serve as window dressing to help him maintain his cover, or would they influence his decision-making like real memories do? Would they be anecdotes to tell others over coffee, or would he remember/believe in them as if they actually happened?

-- Yoyo is so strong that when he tried to punch a criminal, he knocked the head off a statue (ep 6, “The Thornhill Affair”). What the hell would’ve happened if he really did punch the criminal? Chunky salsa?? Someone needs to bone up on Asimov’s laws before shit gets real messy! Imagine what a scandal that would be today...😬

-- There are conflicting depictions of whether Yoyo lies or not. In ep 11, “Connection, Connection II” (if my dodgy translation is correct-- I relied on a machine-generated French transcriptions of the dubs and used Google Translate on that), Alex expresses surprise when Yoyo lies to Maxine to cover up the fact that he was hiding in the closet to change his film. Alex says that Yoyo isn’t programmed to lie. Yoyo responds with “I’m going to become a person” and just as quickly as the subject comes up, it’s dropped. Yet in ep 5 (”Yoyo Takes a Bride”), Yoyo easily lies to Maxine when Alex puts him on the spot, saying that she was hallucinating when she saw his panel. So, if people want to write Yoyo in later episodes as being programmed for honesty, then would these childhood events be biographical details from the life of the original Gregory Yoyonovich who created him? Then Yoyo wouldn’t technically be lying, just omitting which Yoyonovich he’s talking about.

-- Did Yoyo really get his start in the bunco squad? It’s probably just a cover story, since he doesn’t seem to know people from the 23rd precinct, where he supposedly transferred from, but I like to think that he really did work there in the form of a helpful computer program, like Microsoft Word’s Clippy back in the day 😆.

-- In ep 7 (”The K-9 Caper”), Yoyo asks Alex what boredom is because he’s not programmed for it. If Yoyo doesn't know what boredom is like, does he understand fun? If he doesn't understand fun, how does he know when to smile? What are the AI equivalents of these emotions? Without the visceral physical experience of emotion (various pains, pressures, tensions, sweat, and pulse), can the psychological aspects hold sway over you?

I imagine that things which obstruct an AI's programming would/could cause something like frustration and things that remove such obstacles and create paths of least resistance could resemble desire. But, does that mean AI's wouldn't experience the desire for challenge? And where would the motivation to avoid repeating your programming come in without pain? Is it enough to just be programmed to avoid or pursue? I think pain is the foundation of emotion and motivation. The tiny optimist in me would prefer to believe that pursuit of pleasure is the foundation, but I believe that avoiding pain is far more important to survival as it helps us evade danger. Why do we desire things? Because not getting them causes pain? The absence of pain could be said to be pleasurable and the absence of pleasure is a kind of pain. Avoiding pain is the main drive, and pleasure is the cherry on top you sometimes get.

That’s what’s sad about H&Y being a forgotten oddity. It captivates me like an old doe-eyed dog in a pound (or like Alex bringing food to the apprehended purse-snatching dog at the end of "K-9 Caper”). It had a lot of potential to grow and I see a lot of potential story in what’s left unexplored. Perhaps that’s why the idea of a robot cop with a human partner has been mined again and again-- it’s a rich vein of ideas.

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fathercharlesoffdensen · 7 years ago

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Sarah (@thishereanakinguy) came up with most of this but she said she's too high to write it down, so I'm doing it.

It's been confirmed by the creators of several TV shows that they take place within the same universe, and Sarah fell down the rabbit hole of trying to think of ways this is plausibly possible. First, 30 Rock, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, Broad City, The Mindy Project all take place in NYC. Since Kimmy is from Indiana, it's entirely possible that her and Lesley Knope crossed paths after news of Kimmy's kidnapping came to Pawnee. When Kimmy comes to New York, she is interviewed by Matt Lauer, pre-firing. This ties her to 30 Rock, where Jack Donaghy at NBC would jump on those Nielsen ratings like that (finger snap).

Kimmy moves to a shitty neighborhood in Brooklyn, called East Dogmouth in the show. In real life, it's called Guwanas, which is where the fictional Abbi from Broad City lives. There is a meth head character in Kimmy Schmidt called Charlie, who also shows up in a bit role (not adjacent to being a homeless meth head, but somehow similar?) in Broad City. Also, Mikey, Titus' boyfriend on Kimmy Schmidt also hits on Liz Lemon in 30 Rock, at a time when he would have still been in the closet regarding his eventual canon personality. There's also a bit in both 30 Rock and Kimmy Schmidt where Kenneth and Jacklyn respectfully both run into the same unhelpful pharmacist at some point in the shared timeline.

Every so often, The Good Place sends some of its Janet androids to Earth, in order to help them learn how to relate to their human charges. On one occasion, a Janet is dropped in a dodgy part of NYC, where she assumes the identity of 'Jenna,' a gym trainer, who acts mostly human, other than her mocking, perky personality. At the same time, the demons of The Bad Place would also be keeping an eye on the Good Janets' goings-ons on Earth, and so several Bad Janets also planted roots in NYC, equally a cesspool on par with the actual Bad Place, according to Shawn, its immortal Judge. Shawn even dips down to Earth every once in a while to observe things for himself. He adopts the persona of a professor of literature at a prestigious university. What he doesn't expect is to eventually meet and fall in love with a handsome police captain that his persona's uber-conservative, also fairly uber-racist human parents disapprove of due to its interracial manner. Shawn's character, Kevin, isn't completely joyless, although Jake Peralta is totally coming to the Bad Place if he has anything to say about it.

Fred Armisen has a bit role on every single one of these shows: Bobby, Lillian's sociopath boyfriend on Kimmy Schmidt, creepy diaper guy in Broad City, Mlepnos the door-to-door neighbor who steals Amy and Jake's suspect picture in the pilot episode of Brooklyn Nine-Nine, a foreign ambassador who shares mutual hatred with Leslie Knope on Parks and Rec, etc. Rachel Dratch runs a temp agency on Broad City, and she keeps assigning herself temp work on TGS (30 Rock).

Adam Scott's character on The Good Place was getting cocky with power, so his higher-ups opened a portal to a pocket dimension where they created a prototype for a spa-like treatment where a demon's Good and Bad Place counterparts (because even demons have this duality) are separated. What comes out when Adam Scott's demon is wrung through it are Ben and Chris Traeger from Parks and Rec. The dimension in question is eventually gifted the technology to create a planetary economy around this treatment, which is memorably used by Rick and Morty to disastrous effect.

The Judge on The Good Place doesn't really get that many cases, surprisingly. Because of this, she often gets bored, and takes a quick jaunt to Earth and back every so often. Memorably, she impersonates a U.S. Marshall on Brooklyn Nine-Nine, but her favorite stint is impersonating Dionne Warwick on the cruise ship where Titus Andromedon is briefly employed on Kimmy Schmidt. (Titus really did eat a version of Dionne Warwick. The demonic remnants left behind also left him with fairly long-term incontinence, so much so that he takes to breaking into a gas station bathroom at the corner market in a season three episode of Kimmy Schmidt. In addition, The Judge also regenerates Dionne Warwick, and no one was ever the wiser.

Oliver's mom from Broad City goes to Mindy Lahiri for her posh OB-Gyn treatments. Beverly from The Mindy Project has a long, sordid life, including once having been the wife of a murder suspect on an episode of Bones. When she tired of organic farming, she relocated to New York, where she played at being a horrible nurse (on The Mindy Project. Cricket from Always Sunny was the priest who was going to marry Booth and Bones. However, when the church mysteriously burns down, he returns to his hometown of Philadelphia, where he falls on hard times, to say the least.)

Elenor Shellstrop dies after being run down by a herd of runaway shopping carts at the beginning of The Good Place. There is a bit on Superstore where Kristen Bell's bit character bites it - you guessed it - in front of a big superstore. Some of Superstore's employees are totally demons. Glenn is definitely a demon.

Titus is part of Jenna's entourage on 30 Rock, but he goes by D'Fwan (although both personas seem to enjoy naming wine after themselves). Also, Tracy's son who is older than him spends most of his life being financially supported by his grandmother, a relationship detailed in Kimmy Schmidt.

The Bojack Horseman universe is in a pocket dimension within The Bad Place. Rick and Morty's dimension is also a pocket within TBD, though Rick surely knows about all these connections as an overarching observer. (C-137 from Rick and Morty can't be the parent dimension, or else everyone from the other shows would be Cronenberged.) Good Janet's made-up boyfriend, Darek, gets out of his pocket dimension every so often and wreaks havoc as Adrian Pimento on B99 and Dennis Feinstein on Parks and Rec. He even introduces himself to The Good Place gang as a PI, possibly unwittingly. Like several characters crossed over from TGP, he is a little off.

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terranatior · 7 years ago

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I got tagged by @madangel19 to do this forever ago and now I can finally post it!!! I cheated a bit and used the first paragraph or so. I apologize in advance for length as I’m not sure if the read more works on mobile.

These obviously aren’t edited for anything either since they’re all drafts

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories. See if there are any patterns. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors! If you don’t have 20 fics, 20 chapter starters is also an option.

1. Head tipped to the side with a quiet crack and the male heaved a very heavy sigh, finally moving to stand from his hunched over position before his work bench. Inspiration was a fickle muse and Oscar Williams would chase it to the ends of the Earth when it came. (Oscar; Zombie AU intro)

2. Now that was a sight one didn’t see that often. Slender fingers flicked away the ash of a cigarette and the male leaned back on the chair adorning his front stoop. Moving truck. (Devon; Single Dad AU)

3. “Dammit..” Fingers curled around the plastic of his flashlight and the male shot a paranoid glance behind him, the beam of light doing little to illuminate the area as he spun. Working the Vice Quadrant floor was, by far, the shittiest assignment. He could deal with the Band. He was a damn near expert at closing the doors and checking the cameras--keeping Rabbit at bay and pointing a stern finger towards Spine when he spotted the tallest animatronic making his way down the hall with that eerie hiss of steam. (Oscar; One Week at Walter’s AU)

4. If he’s honest, he’d never really given the whole ‘Monstrous Cannibal’ thing much thought. This was his life now and he’d come to terms with that. As best as one could at least. (Devon; Monster AU)

5. It always started small. The strain of his boiler running just a little louder. A ghost of a shake within silver digits. The inability to focus past a blur of warnings within his subsystems. It was never an obvious thing. Not like Rabbit’s malfunctions. His voice box rarely got caught. His joints wouldn’t get stuck in the middle of everyday activities. (Spine; Canon Verse)

6. No one really knew what had caused it. There were rumors. Bits and pieces of information out there about people getting sick and becoming aggressive. No one wanted to use the word zombie but it still got thrown around. (Devon; Zombie AU Intro)

7. Fatigue weighed heavily on the male as he slumped over his paperwork, brown eyes tiredly flickering towards the clock as the afternoon disappeared and the night waned closer. Scott didn’t work the night shift any longer. No. There were other employees who covered that. Honestly, he didn’t have the willpower to get through it anymore. Not after Foxy had nearly taken his life. Still couldn’t walk past Pirate’s Cove without quickening his pace, terrified that the animatronic would leap out and finish what he’d started. (Scott; Canon Verse)

8. Sal Walter liked to think he was an observant man. Sure..he had his moments of obliviousness but those were far and few between. (Sal; Human AU)

9. The resounding switch of the main lights being shut off around the facility sounded, signaling the end of the day shifts hours. Frankly, it was the only way most of the androids around the place actually knew time differences. Clocks weren’t present. Not many at least. Even if they were there was no guarantee anyone could read them correctly. Yellow optics flickered towards the glass window looking into his stage; watching. Waiting. (Funtime Foxy; Android AU)

10. “So..we have no idea where it came from?” The masked male questioned as he scratched at the back of his head in confusion. It wasn’t..uncommon for strange things to end up in the Walter Manor no. Projects could always be tucked away from his grandfather’s and great great grandfather’s. But this was such a modern piece. Who in the world would have saved a project on a flashdrive? The Sixth didn’t understand at all. The only thing written on it was a string of binary, one he’d passed to the Spine in curiosity, only getting back an odd glance before the silver automaton spelled out the letters ‘D. V. and an O.’ which. Really only made the situation all the more perplexing. (The Sixth; Handsome DEVO AU???? Don’t ask)

11. Booted feet carefully climb down the battered stairs of the Railroad Headquarters, pausing as he takes in the hustle and bustle of everyone around. If he’s honest, he’s been putting this off. Getting his life back together..after. After destroying the Institute and everything. Building up a suitable room for Shaun back in Sanctuary. After all the time spent..spent searching and hunting for his son, he’d never..never really thought what it’d be like to have a child back at the base. It was strange. (Booker; Canon verse)

12. “Be careful in there. The Institute..they aren’t anything to fool around with.” The words did little to help the nerves gathering in his stomach and a pained expression lifted to meet Nick’s face. This was his only chance. His only chance to find Shaun..but going alone was terrifying. He hadn’t been truly alone since leaving the Vault. Before meeting the detective..he’d brought Dogmeat everywhere, the animal keeping him company until more friends could be made. But it was too dangerous to bring anyone--especially Nick of all people. Who knew what they’d do to him. (Booker; Canon verse)

13. “Hi.” The greeting startled him and the male glanced up, nearly dropping his phone as the cat stopped before him, her paw raised in greeting. “Erm..Hi..? Am I in the way? Did you need to uh. Stand here?” He began to move, paws moving to shove his phone in his front pocket. “Sorry.” (Mae and Elijah; Nitw)

14. It had seemed like a simple enough job. Show up and watch some cameras. Make sure no hoodlums broke in and ruined them..that sort of thing. If anything he could probably get away with playing on his phone the majority of the shift. (Unnamed Guard; One Week at Walter’s AU)

15. It was performances like this he always loved. The lights..the roar of the audience and the admiration that poured off of their fans. Fingers flexed over the neck of his guitar as he moved to place it back on its stand before movements brought him back towards the front of the stage, grabbing up his water and bringing the bottle up to his lips. Head tilted back and the water splashed down, working to fill his boiler and a sigh of steam escaped his mouth before he was empty handed once more, bottle back where it belonged. (Spine; Canon verse)

16 “I am not interested.” Each word was punctuated by a whirl of system, as if the act of speaking itself was straining the model. Fingers flexed before moving to the brim of his hat and tugging it down tighter on his head. “I don’t think ya HEARD me right.” The other tried, clasping his hands together and leaning closer, “I ran your numbers dude. You’re outta service and anyone else would want to scrap you for parts. I have a job. You need a job.” “I do not want a job.” “Really?” Synthetic eyebrow shot up and disappeared behind the fabric of a beanie and the shorter shook his head, “I need a bodyguard. Security. That’s what you are right?” “I am no longer fit for such things..” “Says who? Government?” A nod. “Well I ain’t the Government and I says you can.” (B.O.T and Unnamed robot; Original)

17. Sweaty palms slid against the frame of the weapon in hand, eyes darting nervously to and fro as steps crunched over fallen leaves and underbrush.He hadn’t meant to get separated from the group.He had thought that they would wait up when he’d wandered off, swearing on his life he’d seen a hint of antlers in the distance, a promising rack on what he could have only assumed was a buck. (Unnamed Hunter; Forest Protector; Original)

18. “What about this one?” Her voice is soft in the early hours of the morning as she trailed a hand over his heavily scarred hands. It wasn’t often Sal removed his gloves..but he adored the way she treated them so gently. Careful. Curious. (Sal and Mal; Cowboy AU)

19. Frankly, if he had a bottlecap for every settlement that needed his help, he’d have been a rather rich man out here. A hand rubbed at the fatigue settling beneath his eyes and he simply gave a nod towards Preston, any plans on taking a break and resting for a day or two thrown out the window. (Booker; Canon verse)

20. Tired eyed raked across the case files before him as a lit cigarette dangled from his lips, ashes threatening to fall just before he reached up and tapped them into the tray adorning his desk. Attention quickly centered back on the file. Inaba was meant to be a quiet town. Nice..small. Far enough away from the city to be free of the hustle and bustle. But these recent events had him at the end of his rope. Murders. Kidnappings. These things just didn’t happen here. (Dojima; Canon verse)

And I taaaag @wander-over-the-words ; @bijoukaiba and whoever else wants to do it!

#eli shoosh #MyWriting #long post #under a readmoooore #but idk if it'll work on mobile i'm sorry #a variety of fanfics and oc stuff #shruggies #not in any specific order i grabbed what i could from google docs and then went into my drafts

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