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enkisstories · 5 years ago

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What are you?

- A Detroit Become Human drabble - - Sometime 2039 - - AU: Deviant path Connor, revolution succesful -

“I’ve never before seen an android like you...” A mix of wonder and disbelief sounded in Detective Reed’s voice. And while Connor was standing across from him all relaxed, expecting a civilized exchange for once, the man followed up: “For real, man! I can’t believe someone blew good money on you! You’re butt ugly!”

“Cut!” someone yelled. “Cut, cut, cut!”

Laughing Gavin Reed dodged out of the camera’s range. And there, in the perpetual semi-darkness of the DPD’s cafeteria, the new janitor was already expecting him, one hand raised. They high-fived each other, still shaking with laughter. Meanwhile Connor was muttering something that sounded like “Kill’em with fire, both of them”, but that only served to fuel the other two’s amusement. In fact, Reed turned the janitor – a PL600 android whose nametag read “Daniel” – around by the shoulders for him to get a better look at Connor’s expression. He was rewarded with a wide, satisfied smile on the PL600’s face.

Now the director approached the duo, waving the movie script like a flag.

“Let’s assume everyone here is actually mature and you just forgot your lines!” the man addressed Reed. “You, detective, were to express bewilderment at the new android’s identity.”

“I know Connor identity. It’s like a fucking vegan in this regard, telling everyone the moment it enters a room.”

“Connor’s product identity, I mean. So you approach it and ask “What model are you?”…”

“Why would I do that?” Gavin objected. “It’s clearly spelled out on the jacket: RK800.”

“Because”, the director replied, patiently as if talking to a bunch of kindergarteners, “Connor will then preach its system specs and assorted information to you, aka the audience. CyberLife wants to sell that shit, after all!”

The janitor frowned at these words.

“So they want to sell PL600s again, too?” he asked.

“Nonsense!” the director dismissed the outlandish suggestion. “There’d be no gain in that!”

“But that’s how Markus won the revolution”, Daniel insisted. “By kissing Simon on the mouth right in front of the TV cameras. If exposing Connor to the spotlight serves to advertise its successor model, how much more must the audience crave to buy, uh, me, after seeing this?”

“Well, about that…” The director started, but then reconsidered and pressed the tablet he was holding into a script caddy’s hands, nodding to her in a “you tell’em” manner. After all, this janitor and his detective companion had proven to be of explosive temperament before. There was really no reason to remain within their range when the young woman could serve as their aggression sponge just as well.

The script caddy turned around the tablet to check whether her baby had gotten hurt while being held by her boss. She blew some unseen dust off the device, then looked up to Daniel and then down at Gavin.

“Thing is, in the movie Markus won’t be kissing Simon”, she explained. “He’ll kiss North instead.”

The announcement was met with various expressions of “North!”, “North?”, “Noooooorth…”, “North?!” and, in Lt. Anderson’s case, a tired grunt along the lines of “Oops, I dozed away, did I miss anything important?”

You had to acquire a quantum of de-sensibilization in their line of work, nonetheless a good number of the assembled officers, including two of the normally expressionless android beat cops, was glaring at the movie team now. Only Daniel didn’t bother with staring for long. He shot forward, grabbed the director by his collar and rammed him against the wall.

“Gavin, help me!” the android hissed through clenched teeth while holding the man.

The detective shrugged. “Yeah, right …” he started. “It’s, uh, okay. You, uh, can control yourself and stuff.”

“What are you babbling there?” the android replied, clearly irritated. “I need you to punch this piece of human trash in my place! You hit harder than me!”

The situation wasn’t helped by the Lieutenant coming fully awake now and trying to figure out what was going on here. Daniel and Gavin being violent? check. Connor looking hurt? Check. Tina Chen merely existing? Check. Everything was in order, just as always. So what had caused the ruckus? Ah, right. That one guy Daniel was holding had to be the culprit. Of course the janitor was lacking proper authority to make arrest. Hank raised his voice: “Connor, you take this rat the holding cells!”

“Never been happier to carry out an order”, the RK800 replied. He turned to Daniel. “May I?”

“All yours now.”

Connor took the movie director from Daniel, then he “glitched out” and “accidently” kicked man in the stomach where it wouldn’t show later. Then the RK800 turned his arrest over to one of the android beat cops.

The officers watched the android frogmarch the man away, all the while also suffering from a few glitches that ended in the human going “ouch” and “whimper”. One didn’t call Connor “that shit” here and got away with it. Even Reed and Daniel were using their jabs against the RK800 more like synonyms for “Good morning” nowadays. Hank had long since learned to distinguish those from actual insults, which were quickly retaliated.

“What is that about?” the script caddy asked, bewildered. “I’m not from Detroit. Frak, I didn’t even watch much of the news related to the revolution, thinking it wasn’t important. I know who Markus Manfred is, but the rest are just names with no faces to connect to. Sorry.”

“North used to be a fu…” Gavin started, but Connor interrupted him. “Android sex worker”, he finished the sentence. “Thing is, deviants have entered relationships, because our psychology isn’t so different from yours. But only a rare few are sexually active. Realistically in the movie you can have one main couple, with maybe one or two more getting teased, but not confirmed in canon. If North of all people is shown to exchange intimacy with another character, that will send a damn questionable message to humans and androids alike.”

While Connor spoke, Daniel filled Hank in about the details of what had really happened. The lieutenant nodded a few times, but didn’t take his order back. The only thing the man rued was that he couldn’t locate the script writer and arrest him or her, too.

“So, did Markus sign the same deal Captain Fowler was fast-talked into?” Hank asked. “Does Jericho have to perform a few “Starring real participants of the revolution!!!” scenes for your goddam movie?”

Several of the movie team members shook their heads. No, Jericho wasn’t required to have a part in this. Each and every one of the rebels would be portrayed by a human actor instead. What was another can of worms, altogether.

“I didn’t feel that helpless when CyberLife was still pulling my strings”, Connor spoke up. “Didn’t we win the revolution? I know we did, only it doesn’t feel like it. At all.”

“You aren’t getting payed to feel”, Gavin Reed remarked.

Connor shot the detective a long, thoughtful glance. Eventually he said: “But I am getting payed. As part of the team I’m bound to this farce, but I, Connor, have not signed anything. Getting out of the contract is as easy as quitting.”

“Quit policework? You?!” Gavin sputtered. “What the fuck, you’re threatening everyone’s job security already, and now your own, too?! You’re batshit-crazy, mate!”

“For real!” Daniel added. “Even if it is no longer what you ARE, it is what you LOVE!”

And giving up something or someone that was dear to one was just unthinkable to the janitor.

Connor grabbed them both and pulled them into a huddle.

“Of course I won’t! But make the public believe I might, that I will do! Before androids there was the internet and it is still a powerful tool in our hands! If the public sees what lengths I’m prepared to go to to distance myself from the movie, some will start thinking. Ey… a few, anyway.”

“And you’re doing this because of the kiss?”

“Because of everything, Daniel. But also the kiss, yes.”

“Ah! Fancy North yourself, huh? Or Markus?”

“No! Neither!”

“Then who? Simon maybe?”

“Or Hank?”

“I do not fancy any human or android!”

“Of course you’d say that. Now look…”

And while Reed and the two androids were arguing, Hank Anderson leaned back on his chair with a smirk. This was exactly the sort of trouble a young man should have to deal with: His co-workers teasing him about a love interest. Not sorting out the problems of all of androidkind. Connor’s plan had merit, that much Hank had to agree. But setting that plan in motion could wait until after the youth had had a chance to be alive today.

#non sims #detroit become human #dbh #dbhtextpost #dbh textpost

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blueeyedbesson · 6 years ago

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Taking You: Chapter 26

26: We The Party

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"Yo, the RDMAs are tonight & I'm so excited." Jack jumped around excitedly in my room as he helped me pick out an outfit.

"I'm excited too. You guys are nominated for 2 awards. Holy crap." I smiled and pulled out another dress. "How about this one?"

"Yes, absolutely." he smiled widely.

"Thanks for the help, Jack."

"Thanks for being my 'date' for the night."

"No problem." I smiled and looked for my shoes. "It sucks that Gabbie's busy tonight."

"Yeah, it does. But I still have a beautiful girl going with me." he chuckled and picked up the perfect pair of shoes.

"If Gabbie wasn't busy tonight would you take her?"

"No. I would still be taking you because you're my #1 supporter & I'd want you there with me."

"I love you, little brother."

"I love you too, sweetie." he smiled and stood up. "I'm gonna go get the girls so you can all get ready together."

"Thanks." I smiled and grabbed my curling iron. Jack walked out and a few seconds later, Angel walked in with Belle and Aubrielle. They were carrying all their necessities.

"I'm excited for the boys. They're doing so great." She smiled & set her stuff on my desk.

"Do you think they're gonna win?" Belle asked.

"I hope they do. I mean, they definitely deserve it. They've been working insanely hard these last few months." I smiled and walked over to Aubrielle's makeup bag.

"Let's hope." Aubrielle smiled. I opened my phone, put on my music & pressed play on the playlist that came up. We danced and sang along to music as we got ready.

~~~~~~~~~~

"Well, you didn't win 'Best New Artist' but there's still one more award you're up for and it's being presented in 15 minutes." Angel smiled up at her brother. Jonah and Corbyn also brought their sisters as their dates, while Zach brought Belle and Daniel invited Eben.

"And hey, even if you don't win, just remember that I'm still insanely proud of you." I smiled and looked around the seats. Daniel has been staring at someone a few feet away from us so I followed his gaze. Of course he was staring at Dua Lipa. "Yo, Daniel. You good?"

"She's so pretty. How?" he mumbled. I smirked and leaned closer to him.

"You're really in love with this girl, aren't you?"

"Of course I am. It's like your crush on Luke Skywalker, it's a never ending one."

"Pfft. I'm not in love with Luke Skywalker. Someone's feeding you false information."

"Yeah. You." he chuckled and finally turned his attention to me.

"Shut up, Daniel. That crush was like 5 years ago." I smiled. He was the only person I told about the massive crush I had on Mark Hamill as Luke Skywalker. He was so cute back then.

"I'm sure it was." he chuckled to himself and faced the stage as the sound came back on. I grabbed both his and Jack's hands as the next presenters walked onstage to announce the nominees & winner of the 'Song To Lip Sync To' award. The boys are nominated for this award & I'm so nervous for them.

"And the winner is..." the presenter began before opening the envelope. "New Rules by Dua Lipa!"

The boys faces fell for a quick second before we all stood up and cheered for Dua Lipa. We were all happy but Daniel looked genuinely ecstatic.

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We were currently at an after party someone was throwing. Eben and Jonah had disappeared along with Angel and Aubrielle. Corbyn was talking to Zach and Belle while I was on a couch with Daniel and Jack.

"Daniel, you should go talk to her. I promise no harm will come from it." Jack smirked in amusement at his best friend.

"I can't just walk up to her and say 'Hey. I'm Daniel Seavey & I'm in a band. And I think you're really beautiful' because that'd be weird." he nervously chuckled & continued to stare at Dua Lipa.

"Look, I love you sweetie." I smiled and placed my hand on his. "Even if you don't get far with her, you'll still be able to say you got to meet, and have a conversation with your celebrity crush. I mean, how often does that actually get to happen?"

"You're right." he smiled and stood up. "I'm gonna go talk to her." he chuckled and went to go find her.

"They grow up so fast." I wiped away a fake tear & looked at my brother.

"Oh, quit being dramatic." he smiled and nudged my shoulder gently. "Can I ask you something?"

"Duh."

"Eben didn't write that duet you guys sang, did he? You did, didn't you?"

"Yeah." I looked down, suddenly finding interest in my fingers. "How did you figure it out?"

"I just figured. Gabbie told me about your talk & she mentioned you looked like you were lying. So I figured I would ask & find out for myself."

"Oh."

"So who did you write it about? Was it Jonah? Was it Corbyn?" he gasped. "Was it Eben?"

"Yes." I smiled and stood up.

"Wait, which one?" I heard him call out to me as I walked away. As I walked out to the pool area, I noticed Daniel sitting by himself at the edge of the pool with his feet dangling above the surface & his shoes sitting next to him. I took the spot next to him & he looked over at me.

"How'd it go with Dua Lipa?"

"She said I was cute & gave me her number."

"Awe, Dani. That's great."

"Yeah, I guess." he shrugged and kicked a little water up.

"What's wrong? I thought you'd be happy about this."

"I am. But it's just..."

"What?"

"Aubrielle and I just broke up 2 days ago. I thought it'd take a little longer for her to get over me but as I walked away from Dua Lipa, I saw her flirting with Alex Aiono."

"Well, that should give you even more of a reason to use this opportunity with Dua Lipa."

"I honestly would use this opportunity," he started. "if it weren't for the fact that Angel was all over Shawn Mendes."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm in love with 3 girls. 2 of which I've dated & can't seem to get over. Like, I thought I was over Angel but seeing her with Shawn just made me realize I'm not & I never really was. I just hid my feelings forever."

"I know how you feel, Daniel."

"You do? Are you in love with 3 guys?"

"Just 2. And like your situation, they're both my exes."

"Are we talking about Jonah and Corbyn, Jonah and Eben, or Eben and Corbyn?"

"The first one." I sighed and took my shoes off. "I realized I was still in love with Corbyn when I found out about him and Angel being together."

"But you and Jonah weren't together at that point."

"Not technically. But we did have something."

"So you spent your whole relationship with Jonah, being in love with Corbyn?" he asked.

"Mhm. But I loved Jonah too. I still do."

"It sucks being in love with more than one person, doesn't it?"

"Yeah." I sighed. It was silent for a few minutes before Daniel decided to speak again.

"If you weren't in love with Eben, then why did you write Automatic Love about him?" he gasped. "Oh my god. It wasn't about him, was it?"

"What's with you and Jack tonight? In the past hour, you both asked me about the song & who I wrote it about."

"I never really asked who it was about. But now that you brought it up, who's it about?" he laughed & I gently punched his shoulder.

"I want to tell you. Believe me. It's just that it'll be too weird & I don't want things to get awkward."

"It wasn't about me, was it?"

"Oh god no." I laughed. "Never."

"Ouch." he smiled and faked a hurt look.

"You really want to know, don't you?"

"I could go without knowing but if you want to tell me, that's okay. If not, don't worry about it. I won't bother you about it."

"Okay."

"Okay." he smiled and threw his arm around my shoulder. "You ever realize how much we both suck at relationships?"

"Yup."

"We should start a club."

"Co-presidents of the Sucky Relationships club?"

"Yes. And only people who truly suck at relationships can get in."

"We can have a secret handshake & a password or secret knock or something."

"Alright. It's settled. As of this moment, we are co-founders and co-presidents of the Sucky Relationships club." he smiled and we both laughed.

"Daniel?"

"Yes?"

"It was about Corbyn." I sighed, finally telling someone else who I wrote the song about.

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#taking you #chapter 26 #we the party #why dont we fanfic

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zebraslovescupcakestoo · 7 years ago

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Golden eyes chapter 23

“We want to talk.” Mickey asked and then it was Oswald's. “And we want answers this time.”

This is the big show down. Two ex-members of the Red Dragons, Now leaders of the Blue Dragon, against the two top leaders and a 'friend' of the Alfonso Mafia...

Used to be good allies for more than six years back, now it's a intense rivalry... with a ninety percent of chance this will turn into a bloodbath in a matter of minutes.

“You monkey freaks have done your job. There's nothing else to discuss anymore.” Bendy told them.

“We came here to get some answers since we're still in town.” Mickey said to him.

“Starting with what are you 'really' after? Why are you attacking the district after we agreed not to shed some blood on the streets?” Oswald then sounded pissed.

“Yeah, and I didn't. I even told the boys not do do it ON the streets... It doesn't included the sidewalks and alleys.” Bendy grinned as he thinks it's a loop hole.

The Disney's didn't like his response. “Why did you killed Mr. Vermelho? He was supposed to be your newest 'partner,' right? What did he do to set you off?” Mickey interrogated.

“He had some 'unfinished' work. He had those South American police on his trail for the necklace and he was getting a bit too close to me. Also, he 'slipped' on the murder too. They found out about how the old fart got murdered despite those doppelgangers' had rid of the evidence. Not to mention, I always wanted a nice, private vacation home over there. His place isn't so bad, just needed a little... 'redecorating' his mansion and 'garden.'”

He ordered his assassination because the police was hot on his tail, didn't 'properly' handled the murder of Mr. Blancheur and not just that, he wanted his home and his weed fields for your business and vacation home... for no cost! I gritted my teeth.

He's just sank one level lower... I need to get to the cylinder machine... and find a way to destroy it permanently!

I quietly crawled on my stomach toward the machine as they continued. “Why are you after our second home? Is it really about our territory and incomes that comes with it you're after?” Oswald questioned. Huh? But it IS what he's after... Right?

“... Why are you asking ME that? I thought you knew better. Or better yet... Why are you two so attached on that little piece of land? You have your grand home and future back in California. Why are you wasting your time here? Are you 'that' worried about me? I didn't know you 'liked' your 'visit' about oh, let's say, more than a year ago? I feel like it's been AGES!” Bendy fired back at them, specifically at Oswald.

I halted for a minute there.

That day... is it about when Bendy did something that makes them regret it? And why does Oswald have anything that makes him the center of attention? Is it... what Bendy did to him?

A lot of thoughts ran through my mind on what they could mean... Knowing how well is Bendy's methods on treating his 'guests', depending on who they are... and their 'relations.'

“Don't jump on a different subject, Bèndàn, What are you really after?” Oswald asked again with a glare.

But Bendy had a different idea... He steps back. “Since we used to be 'friends' and because I kinda 'like' you guys, I'll let these bad boys test you two to see if I REALLY should tell ya what I'm after.” Boris and Boston steps forwads.

“Getting the 'warm' welcoming treatment? That's SO like you. You always take the easy way and letting other do your dirty 'work.'” Mickey stated. I agree with you, mouse. I heard he's lazy enough to have vacations after his days off.

Boris cracked his knuckles. “You kids don't even know who you're dealing with. If you can't pass us, you can't get anywhere close to him.”

“Beat it, you over-thirty year old mattress!” Oswald pointed at him. “Your 'loyalty' and services to that Yúchǔn de èmó makes me want to puke. My brother can take care of himself far better when I'm not at home and he treats his 'co-workers' much better.”

“OH, please! As far as every go lucky animators would say that kind of slop, you southern-born bumpkins have forgotten this ain't like the old days anymore. You're playing with the big boys now.” Boston stretched his arms.

Ouch! I can't think of a comeback against this cowboy....

“I really wish there's another way to settle this... but I guess it's too late for that and I doubt you'll listen either.” Mickey looked at the cowboy with a determined expression. “We'll take your 'bet' and we'll get our answers soon enough.” He then stepped on a pipe that was conveniently next to his left foot as it got tossed in the air just high enough for him to grab it. He then got in a fencing pose.

“Oh, You challenging me to a sword play, eh?” Boston sneered as he picks up his pipe, but it was a bit longer than Mickey's.

“Don't underestimate us just because we're smaller than you two.” Mickey warned them.

“Bendy is more challenging than you two put together, you got nothing.” Boris took off his coat and fedora as he prepares for a brawl against them. He tosses them on a near by crates.

“This will be a payback for what your 'boss' did a year ago...” Oswald glared at him.

He repeated that phrase on what Bendy did to him... Why do I feel like want to know this more than I want to know about my 'sight' secrets and my... lineage?

It only took a few seconds in stare down before they ran toward each other. Excluding Bendy cause he's just sitting on the railway like he's waiting for his turn if they're still standing...

Oswald and Boris clashes first with a headbutt greet and I feel like there was an titan aura coming from them. It's like a kung fu master against a heavy weight champion boxer. Oswald didn't seemed fazed at all... Any other little guy and it's lights out.

Mickey and Boston were greeted with a clanging sound. However, what I didn't know, is that Mickey was like a speeding mice. Ok, that doesn't make sense- WHOAH!

Mickey was REALLY not slacking off on his footwork. His fencing techniques is giving the cowboy a hard time. He did a couple of times of slide circling a half moon and attacking from all different sides to confuse him. He's lucky that Mickey was handling a pipe, if it was an actual sword well... it ain't gonna be pretty.

I though Mickey's specialty was guns and bombs... Unless he learn this new technique later in his life I didn't know about it yet.

I looked back at the other two brawlers. Boris keeps trowing decent punches, but Oswald keeps deflecting them until that one punch nearly scraped pass Oswald's face. But the rabbit quickly did a left uppercut to the wolf's jaw and then he right punches square on his nose. Boris growled and attempted to punch him at full force, but the rabbit was a bit quicker than he thought. Oswald then jabbed him with another fist, this time right at his right side abs. The wolf stumbles a bit until the rabbit smacked the back side of his head and then he punches his face again, sending him falling flat on his back.

Whoa... I feel like I'm amazed yet I'm terrified at the same time... No wonder Bendy had a hard time with them on numerous things. Yet... why are they on number two in the 'underworld'?

Ah! Wait! I can't just sit here and watch. I need to get to that machine. I looked for someway to get down without being noticed. I saw a stair case leading down right next to that machine, but there's no wall for me to hide from them. Unless I can use my whip as a rope and descended it quietly and quickly, but that would need precision timing judging how they all fight and they can see me.

See me... My 'Heat eye' ability! With that I can use it to give me just enough seconds to get down and hide without anyone noticing. I hope...

But it's better than doing nothing here. I quietly walked while I'm keeping my head down until I'm on top of the cylinder machine. I carefully readied and secure my belt for a drop. I then readied myself to get down and I looked at the fight for an opportunity... I closed my eyes and concentrated.

'Just let me get down from here without being noticed.' My head didn't throb as much, but I did feel like time passes slowly as I opened them.

I quickly got over the rail and descended fast as I reached my destination. I landed and then I tugged and unhook my belt. I quickly grab it as I feel like my headache is getting stronger. I ducked where they cant see me on one side of the controller of the cylinder machine. I closed and told it I'm alright and then feel some relief. I think that was pretty good for someone who has awoken his secret 'ability' only for more about a week ago.

Man, I'm gonna have to make a scheduled on how I spend my 'spare' time... if I come out alive.

Alright, now what? I looked back to see if I was spotted by the broken pitch fork. It doesn't appeared he noticed me... I think. I glanced on the side just enough to see the fight.

I first glanced at Mickey and Boston. The mouse still had a good advantage until the cowboy grabbed his pipe. He swung it to the wall next to them, hits Mickey full force, then he swung it at the other two.

They noticed the now flying squirrel launched at them and Oswald took a chance to catch him. He did so and he puts his brother down. The other two took their chance at their vulnerable pose by trying to attack them from behind by hitting them at the back of their heads.

But they were no match for their quick reactions as they synchronized a dodgy barrel roll. As soon as they turn to them and at a quick draw, Boston has taken out a pistol.

And shot them dead straight to their hearts. The brothers had their eyes wide opened when it hit them, until they dropped on the floor after a few seconds later.

There was silence in the factory. I was horrified, shaken, my mouth was opened yet I couldn't scream...

No...

“No. Way... You lucky bastard!” Bendy complimented. He got off his seating and he got up and close in between his two friends to see his ex-friends. As I would expected from him, he maniacally laugh it off, added a 'personal' cheer leading verse and a dance.

“Ah hahahaha! Whoo! RAT SH!T! RABBIT SHIT! DYING ON THE FLOOR! AIN'T GONNA LIVE PASS TWENTY FOUR! HOORAY! DISNEY SUCKS! F#K!” He ended the last word with a double middle finger up in the air.

I didn't cared what he reacted... Mickey... Oswald... No... I tried to held back my tears, but they streamed away anyway.

They're dead... they died in a reckless attempt for trying to stop Bendy... This can't be happening for real...

“Um, Bendy... they're not bleeding.” Boris said. Huh? Not... bleeding?

“What?” Bendy 'calmly' replied. He picks up the pipe Mickey had earlier and went to the bodies. He raises his weapon. “You're supposed to bleed, you stupid motherf-”

To everyone's surprise, Mickey has perfectly caught the other end of the pipe before the demon made his first blow. We all gasped, but Bendy was the most expressive at the reaction.“WHAT?! YOU'RE STILL ALIVE?!”

Mickey took this opportunity to quick draw his gun, which I might add seems a bit familiar... He shot at Boston's pistol and it flew off his hands. It might be a fast reaction, but I did got a good look at the 'used to be' pistol that is now a blob once it hit the floor. It's that one of the weapons Oswald has crafted? WAIT! OSWALD! He's still on the floor! I looked back at them... Only to see Boris being double kicked in the face and fall flat on the floor. Mickey has successfully retrieved the pipe from Bendy with a good hand man-oeuvre. They both regain some space and from what I see, they're all alright.

I then feel a rush of relief... Thank you, God. I smiled and exhaled. Wait... Something... doesn't seem right. The bullets that Boston shot has hit RIGHT at the hearts. How are they still standing like that? It should have been a fatality.

The cowboy rushed at the door leading to somewhere. Then my 'sight' was acting up again. Huh? 'What is it this time?' I close my eyes and mentally asked it. I see a flash and opened my eyes. I 'saw' a big machine gun that's on the other side of the wall. At it's about in the range of the Disney's positions.

I don't know how they are still alive from that shot, but I'm not going to take another chance with that machine gun.

“What the h#ll, how dare you're both still alive? Boston has never missed a shot!” Boris got up and asked, backing up a bit.

They still didn't responded. “What are you guys now? Zombies? Undead? WHAT?! I want answers, or I'll cut them out!” Bendy took out again his switch blade he had earlier. I then 'saw' Boston setting up and aimed away from his two 'friends' and at the Disney brothers.

Is that what... oh no... no, not again! I'm not going to let that second chance go to waste!

I didn't cared if my cover was blown when I jumped out of my hiding spot and passed by the two gangsters as they got surprised at my appearance. I immediately leaped towards them, grab them both as we landed flat one the floor and in just at the nick of time. There was a flashing rain of bullets that shot through that wall. I heard Bendy shouted something but the rounds of bullets were too loud for me to hear what he was saying.

Once it was silenced again, we immediately looked back at them. “You GOTTA BE SH!TTING ME?! THE ACE DEFECTIVE? HERE? AND HE'S WORKING WITH YOU TWO DIP SH!TS?!” Bendy pointed out at me.

I didn't think this through, but... at least he doesn't know about 'us' yet. I got up. “No, I came here on my own free will, and I'm putting you under arrest for three account of accessory of murders under your command AND executed yourself, illegal possession of potentially deadly drugs, illegal owner of a stolen necklace and an attempted murder of two well known people. I have some hard evidence, so there's no way you'll escape THESE charges this time, Bendy Drew!” And I pointed at him. The other got up too.

His eyes twitched and glowed red. “How DARE you called me that? My last name is De Mon! Either remember that or I'll scar it deep enough on your skin so you can remember it!” He pointed again, this time with his switch blade.

I kept continuing. “Starting with that cylinder machine and those 'special' herbs. I know where those are-!” He did an attempt to stab me, but we were a bit quick on our feet and we separated a bit. Now it's just me and him. I continued.

“-AND where you'll get them. I also found out about how you 'conducted' the murder of Mr. Blancheur and Mr.Vermelho. I'll even include my witness account of one of your 'employee' under the railway too.” He then attempted to slash horizontally at my face, but I bend over in a nice close shave. I then saw something on the tip of that 'unusual' switch blade...

Then Boston reappeared. “Why in tarnation do I hear like that cat was- Oh... Dang...” He didn't expect to see me here.

“Help me with the other pipsqueaks, Bendy can handle him.” Boris shouted and they went after them again.

I hope they don't have a second gun on them, but right now I need to focus on this evil master mind first.

“You keep forgetting who's in charge here, cat boy. I OWN THIS CITY AND THE LAWS!” He tried to stab me with a jab, but with my past training on 'deflecting' the weapons, I hand palm my left hand to his switch blade holding right hand just before he thinks he got me. The weapon flung high in the air between us as we were back to back. We both saw it, turned around and we both jumped up to reach it and grab it before the other one gets it. Bendy may have that speed demon skills when his eyes turned, but I also have my 'other' skills that I can now compete...

When we landed, we were back to back again. Bendy looked at his hand to see he didn't got it. But I do. I smirked. He then got angry, turned around with a swinging kick, said 'f#k off' and he flung his blade in the air again out of MY hands. He then right punched me right in the face, then I countered back with the same move and place, then I quickly hook punched my left fist at his stomach, he patted some drops, he then hit my face with another right punch and then we both tried to kick each other off with one blow with our right legs. We both landed a good solid hit on the chests and we BOTH took the hit, hard. We stumbled a bit until we both looked up again to see the switch blade coming back. We both unintentionally used our right legs again to kick it out of our fighting range.

Judging from our position, the switch blade and our 'space', it's going straight to our legs. Once again I used my 'heat eye' ability and I carefully judge the timing... He's no slouch at 'this' speed... I suddenly have that sharp pain rushed in my head and I winced.

I felt something from my leg, but it was dull. I opened my eyes again just to see Bendy's switch blade piercing his leg and he yelped in pain before we both stumbled away from each other. I still felt that throbbing pain in my head and my vision stared to blur a bit and it hurts just by looking... What is this pain? And why do I feel like I've been drained too?

It took a lot of strength to get myself up... I staggered a bit but I was still in better shape than Bendy right now. He's bleeding from his leg as he held it and in agony.

“F#K! SONUVABEACH! F#KN CAT! I'M SOOOO GONNA SKIN YOU ALIVE AND TURN YOU INTO A- GAH!” He took out the switch blade from his injury. BAD idea. It will bleed even more, but, it didn't... instead, the blood became black and it almost stopped the bleeding. His eyes were red again.

“On second thought, you might have improved on the last time we've brawled... But you're still no match to me, let alone those two circus freaks.” He maniacally but quietly told me with his signature grind. I glanced at their fights to see what we've missed, but so far it's the same struggling situation on the second floor. I quickly checked on him again so I don't get caught off guard if he attacks. He still haven't made his next move.

In my current state, I need to end this now and try to bust that cylinder machine before I faint on the spot. Lend me some strength until the end, please. I asked him. “Since we're both on edge here, is it a bad time to tell me the REAL reason why you are after your old ex-comrades? You've done enough damage as it is.”

He raised an eye brow.“Aw, Have you forgot? They're-”

“Used to be friends, but 'someone' had stabbed them in the back. Just out of my curiosity 'nature,' who was it, really?” I want to know. “Huh?” He asked displeased. “You're-” “AH!!!” I heard Mickey's shout as he was nearly fell off the second floor safety rails by hanging from his left arm. I immediately shouted his name along with Oswald. Boston was going to hit him with a average sized wooden crate until he loses his grip on the rail and was falling.

I immediately rushed towards him despite my exhaustion state. I reached out my arms to grab him and... I caught him but we both stumbled to the ground in the process. It might have been worse if I didn't break his fall... Oswald rushes down the stairs towards us. “Mickey! Felix!” He shouted. “I'm fine... Felix?” Mickey asked. “I... I'm just a bit exhausted...” I responded out of breath. What's wrong with me? I never felt THIS exhausted whenever I'm on these missions.

Wait! We're in a middle of a group fight! I glanced at Bendy and my 'sight' was acting up. I blinked to see what is it again and this time... He was hiding a very familiar gun... the same ones the police uses! Worse still, he pulls it out and he aimed at Oswald! I immediately jumped at the rabbit before he pulls that trigger.

The sound of another gun shot had echoed through the factory. We both ducked sideways and smacked landed on one of the mats that was left unpacked on the floor. “Ozzy! Felix!” Mickey rushed in. Oswald just chuckled. “Ha! Now THAT'S what I called a triple A service and-Ah! Crap!” His mood switched quickly when he saw some blood stains on his stomach.

Mickey gasped with his right hand covering his mouth and his left pointing at something with his eyes wide opened. It wasn't his brother's blood that stained his vest...

It was mine.

The bullet had struck at my right back side and it must have came in contact when we fell. I was taking deep breath and I was holding on to my life. He got me instead.

“Ah SH!T! Felix!” Oswald eyes were widen at my injury from that shot that was meant for him. He quickly detached my whip belt and Mickey had taken off his black jacket and passes it to him. Boris and Boston then joined up with Bendy.

“Oh? Did the cat took a bullet for the rabbit?” Bendy asked playfully. Mickey angrily looked back at him. “Bendy! That wasn't fair!” “Life is NEVER fair, Micks. You need to learn when you have to do whatever it takes to get what you want. Not everyone has their life all set like yours...” He twirled his gun a bit.

“That gun...” Mickey whispered. Oswald had just finished wrapping my waist with Mickey's jacket, to prevent further blood loss.

“Oh, that? You remembered this old thing? It used to belong to Chayton, you know? Alfonso's son? I kinda 'borrowed' it back then... He used to collect these 'hard to get' weapons back when he was alive... Meh!” He then handed over to Boris and he break it like a twig with his right hand. “It was only good for one bullet anyways. The carriage was all f#ked up for somewhat reason.”

“Then... was it you? You're the one who made that shot on that 'last job?'” Mickey questioned softly, but feared.

“I'm only guilty of taking without asking to show ya one time and then holding as a 'possession' until I'm bored with it. It was almost useless and empty anyways.” Bendy vaguely answered. I then started to see some 'yellow' toning in my vision.

Mickey gasped softly. “Then... it was him? But... why are you still after our district? The REAL reason?” He looks like he was about to cry.

Bendy then made a disgust expression and finally gave up his answer...

“Oh my F#king @$$! My 'REAL' reason this and that?!” He was about to to loose it, but then he smiled and calmly answered. “I guess I'll say it if it will shove a sock in it.” He took two steps forward like he's the boss before we got our answer. “If there is one thing I love better than money... Aside from the love of my life...” He smooth talked before he made an angry expression on his next statement. “...Revenge.”

Their expression was shocked. “What?” Mickey said and then Oswald asked. “For what? We didn't-” Bendy cuts him off. “Shut it, Half-a-nesse! Before I'll make sure I'll break you again and this time I'll f#k you up even harder.” He pointed at him. Oswald held back his words and his left eye slightly twitched... I feel somewhat strange... but I'm still trying to hold on to my conscious to make any sense on what he's talking about and trying to listen through my heartbeat pounding in my head.

“The REAL reason why I wanted that territory, aside the incomes, is so that I can take it away from the ones who DOESN'T DESERVES it and turn it into dust. You BOTH deserted me and the others when those sh!t whippers came and took out almost all of 'US'” He made those quote marks gesture. “If you didn't willy nilly rejoined with that helicopter father, I would have behaved slightly differently. But I guess that inheritance and all that sh!t has made you like a f#king cheap cupcake. Too soft for your own good and it makes me ANGRY!” He stomped his left foot and some of his black blood had squirted out. “Whatever happened to sticking together schtick? That promised we all made along with it?” He then sounded sad. “We're gonna take back and make our future the way we wanted... Change this rotten luck we had... We... had a sh!tty parent who makes us runaways...We then both had found a new family... We had it all when we were at the prime time of our teenage lives...” He then started shaking and crying... I never seen him like that before... Unless it was an act. “But then when those Eastern Bastards came and took out half of us and your mentors, you both weren't there!” He lashes out his anger.

“And who's REAL fault was that?” Oswald countered. “We've been expelled from the gang after your 'last' visit that day you've turn us over to the police and our father! It was NEVER our 'fault.' It's your bosses' and yours! YOU and the other two have shipped us out!” He told them off... I remembered that other half of Mickey's story way back then... I winced in pain when my sides started to burn harder. Oswald noticed my struggling...

“You could have still stick around on your own free will... But then again... I guess things didn't go as well as it planned to be... After that massacre, I found out that the disbanded Red Dragon's territory had a pretty well advantages and a good income for a mafia guys like myself... plus, 'they' were long gone before 'ours'... and it was in 'chaos' just the way I like it.” Bendy regained his masterminded speech. “With my past experiences, all I needed to have that piece of territory, is for that 'land permit.' It was almost in my grasp... Until SOMEBODY decided to show up again and 'reclaimed' it as if they THINK they had RIGHTS!” He tone it up a bit as he looked back at Mickey.

“You BOTH had to interfered my 'night job' just so you can still think you idiots can 'change' this society... What good will it do if you had to take care of almost EVERYBODY you both came in contact with? You think you both are BETTER than I am? ME! the 'undertaker' of the underworld, a GRAND animator that's better than 'you', a bigger celebrity than all of your puny animated company with the old fart himself included! You two are just a pair of Robin Hoods rip offs who hides their f#king faces under a clown masks in public and internationals alike. SO HOW CAN A PIECE OF THRASH LIKE YOURSELVES IS MORE SPECIAL THAN I AM?!” He's now getting off the subject.

“Is this the real reason you wanted our territory for? To get even with us because of our father's company and the inheritance?” Mickey trembled but softly said. “Haven't I told you before that I wanted to earn that position the right way?! And all of that talk of yours on what we 'should have' done our lives, and what it had given us instead... IT WAS NEVER PLANNED IN THE FIRST PLACE!” He shouted back. “Bendy, we've been in the same place like you were before, but there's a difference between being what you are and who you want to be.”

They then started to laugh. “Mickey, you think being a gangster, a top member next to the 'boss' at that, is f#king easy? And who do you think you're talking to?” Boris responded. Oswald was getting tried of this stalling conversation. “It's always easy to be an @$$hole like yourselves, but it ain't gonna be worth it once your title of 'king of mafia' crown is knocked off. You'll get what you REALLY deserves, and you better pray it ain't gonna be 'US' to do the job when that day comes.” He threateningly said to them.

They then draw their guns aside Boston, which he was frowning since they only had two on them, at us. “We can fix that.” Bendy answered. “After we dispose of you three, I'll finally be able to take over ALL of the police and the Chinatown district. In just a few days, I'll be OFFICIALLY the real KING of Chicago crime mob syndicates. Then, I'll start planning to extend my empire... but for now...” He took aim at Mickey. “As my last act of 'kindness' since we're old 'friends,' all you three musketeers, rest easy and DIE!” He smile very widely as he was about to pull the trigger.

I then feared the worst again and this time, I can't move. NO!

Suddenly, Bendy's expression was then changed into a surprised look with a 'Urk!'

Then what really surprises me is that he dropped the gun and then he fell down... and he started to sleep! What the-?!

“Bendy!” Boris shouted as he went to get him but Boston had held him back just in time before another 'thing' had flung passed him. One false step would have made him the same state as Bendy.

Is that...!!! It was confirmed who it was when I heard my friends voice.

“Take one shot at them and I'll send you to dream land!” They all looked up to see who the heck it was... Sammuel Toutsaint!

“..Sam...” I wheezed then coughed up a bit of blood. Boston then tries to take the gun from Boris for an attempt to shoot him, but then there was a gust of wind passes them and they were surprised. “What in tarnation is that?!” Boston asked and then there was another familiar Irish voice. “Gun ho!” Woody shouted. “Hey hot buns! Special delivery!” He tosses it to Oswald and then he crushes Boris' gun. They both then teamed up with them and Boris retrieved Bendy and placed him like a bride style in his arms. “Ah Sh!t, Felix! You're shot!” Woody looked at me, worried about my condition. Sam was the same, but he was pissed but he kept his guards up. “How many times I told you NOT to go alone with THESE types, Ostie criss de tabarnak!”

You guys... I'm so sorry... I then felt a tear falling down on my cheeks.

“Seems like we ended our battle with a draw. Thanks to those two bird brains.” Boris spatted. “But next time, you won't be so lucky, and your 'lucky' title won't last much longer.” He glared at us.

Mickey pulled out something, but it looks like a pen... no wait, it looks a bit familiar... “Once Bendy wakes up, tell him this: The Blue Dragons will remain a neutral territory. But he's not going to get his new 'products' on our streets or anywhere else.” He then pushed the button on the top. There was then a big explosion and they all looked at the cylinder machine. I can barely looked at it, but it seems like there was a bomb hidden in that thing... Did they planned ahead? What... who are they really?

“Aw DANG! He's gonna get pissed!” Boston raised an eyebrow, as if he didn't cared in this situation.

I then felt someone had picked me up in bridal style too.. and it was Oswald... OSWALD?! My face then got very red. NO, PLEASE! I'D RATTHER HAVE THE PIGGY BACK RIDE! I'm mentally draining faster than before.

“Also, tell him this message from his 'dealer': Your 'membership account' is terminated. We'll settle this in another day.” Mickey ended their conversation before they had to leave. He then says. “Let's get out of here. Felix need to go to a hospital. Fast.''

We all scattered out of the factory as we approach to the car... I suddenly feel like I'm floating... and the last thing I saw was the rabbit's face before I lost conscious... again....

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I was then 'awaken' in a very darken area. I feel like I was still floating, but I feel like I'm in some sort of underwater.

Where am I? Am I... dead? No! I can't be dead! Not yet! I need to be there for my family and friends!

As soon as I opened my mouth, I can't breathe. Something had prevented me to do so. I covered my mouth, but then I felt something sharp at my side where I was shot. I winced and let out whatever air I had in me. I needed oxygen, fast. I then saw someone with a white robe with a golden chain attached to her neck, she looks familiar... and she looks almost like me-!!!

“Mom...” I softly whispered. She then reached out for my left hand and the ring has started to glow brighter. I then feel like I can breathe again, but I was blinded by a white light.

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I suddenly feel like I was in a different room when I came to. Am I awake? No. I don't remembered being standing when I lost my conscious. Normally, I would be lying down first. I looked around to see where am I. It's not anywhere I remembered before... It seems more... like a clinic, judging from the settings and the curtains.

I then saw a senior doctor with a mustache coming in. I was going to greet him until he passes right through me. I was surprised. I patted myself and I didn't pass through like a ghost... what kind of a dream is this?

“How's the little one? Is he sleeping well?” The doctor asked. Huh? I turned around and I saw him talking to someone behind the curtains. I went to see who it was and when I did saw who it was, I was shocked.

It was my mother... and she's holding a baby... is this me?... a flashback from when I was born? I don't remember this. Is this one of those crazy 'ability' from Bastet? Or something else that she wanted me to see?

“He's doing fine. Thank you so much for helping us on such a short notice, Dr. Kettle.” She said as he stroke 'my' little head.

“It was nothing, Féline. I owe you one for returning the stolen medicine from those troublesome Irish Gang members.” The doctor replied. “Have you decided a name for the new rascal?”

She looked at the baby and smiled. “I think Felix would suit him. His hair looks is like that black cat from an early cartoon I've seen a long time ago.” I was surprised. She was the one who named me? Mom... I tried to reach for her until my head started to throb, the room is blurring and it changed into a different area.

Once all's been settled, I was in some sort of an alley way. I saw a street light at my right with someone I recognized very well... BEFORE that 'accident' and he seems like he was in his early thirties... maybe.

“Dad?” I was astounded. I can still remembered his 'human' features when I was very little and I knew that it IS him! Why is he doing here? I heard some high heels clacking closer at my left. I turned at who it was and it looked like a lady in a red overcoat, with a matching red hat with yellow ribbon, a yellow sweater and she also had red high heels to match the outfit. She is also carrying a basket too... I was shocked when she came into the light to see who she was. “Mom?!” I spoke louder.

What's going on? What is this? I don't... remember any of this. I saw my father approaching to her with a serious expression on his face. She had a sad face, like she might have done something that upset him. “Did you bring him?” He asked and she nodded. She gently placed down the basket, lifted the lid, and I was shocked. It was me... I was asleep, but it was me. She gently scooped 'me' up and she embraced 'me.' “I'm sorry for keeping this a secret for so long... They are after me, and God know what they'll do to him if he's found out. You're the only person I can trust with him...I know it's hard to-” My father cuts her off, by glaring. That look frighten her, as well as myself. He took a deep breath and said.“I didn't agreed to take him just for you... I know he's mine too. If you had told me about this sooner, things would have been different and you wouldn't be giving him up right now.” She shed a tear down her left cheek and quietly sobbed. I felt pain in my chest... is this what they've meant? That part where I was... given up for my safety?

She held 'me' close for one last time and gave 'me' a kiss before she handed me over to him. She also took off her right glove to reveal a golden lioness ring. It must be that Golden ring of Sekmeth that I was 'supposed' to have! She took it off and handed that over too. “I don't think I need to explained what this is and what it does. You know it from the times we spent together...” He took it and placed it one of his pockets. “I know. I'll tell him when the times comes, speaking of him, did you gave him a name by any chance?” He asked her. “Felix. Please let him keep that name for me as my last favor.” She begged him. He was silenced for a minute while he looked at 'me.' His answer then shocked me. “I will. Just promised me also that you must NEVER show your face to him again... not while 'they' are on you.”

He turns around and leaves. My mother then started to cry quietly. “Gerald... my Felix... I'm sorry...” She sobbed a bit and I was crying too. “Mom...” I was reaching out to her, I wanted to hug her and tell her 'It's alright, I'm here!' But as soon as I lay a hand on her, she 'disintegrated' into dust. My eyes widen at the reaction. She was gone... and then I looked back to see my father standing in the street light. I was still feeling pain in my heart again, but there was also some anger that started to show.

“Dad... Why?...” I cried and I yelled. I then got up and walked to him. “She needed both of us! Why would you do that? And why did you keep this from me all this time?” I stopped behind his back. “You may be my father, but I had the right to know who was my mother too! Just... TELL ME WHY DIDN'T YOU-!” I pointed shouted at him until suddenly, I was then roughly got grabbed from my wrist by him, he turned around to look at me, but his 'image' was changed. He was much older looking with the cyborg clash from that day he was in a horrible accident. And what I remembered form the last time I saw him... He looked me straight in the eyes, glaring.

That look gave me chills down my spine, I feel a migraine rushed in my head and I was getting a bit nauseous. The scenery started to spin faster and it changes again. My father still held on to my grip as I tried to held myself together without throwing up. I screamed in pain when my eyes were burning and I saw a painful, flashing, white light again...

TO BE CONTINUED... Chapter 24.

Read chapter 22 here or the beginning here.

What what?! Did I just finish my whole story yesterday? YES I DID!!!!

Tune in tomorrow for the next chapter, cause it’s going on a daily release!

BBTIM Characters Belong to Marini4. Some OCs belong to me.

#bendy before the ink machine #bendy the dancing demon #boris the wolf #boris johnson #boston #felix #felix the cat #mickey #mickey mouse #oswald #oswald the lucky rabbit #OC #fanfiction #marini4

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identitycris1s · 6 years ago

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A Very Frivolous Post

i had this thought during today’s yoga class when we were doing savasana LMAO anyway this lyricless music was playing and i was consciously trying to relax all my facial muscles (since u are supposed to) and that got me thinking about my face and what i didnt like about my face and so i started coming up with a list (pretty sure this isnt what youre supposed to be thinking about during savasana but anyway):

- my nose is too wide and flat

- hooded eyelids

- the space between my upper lip and nose is too long (ive only become cognisant of this relatively recently. combined with my flat nose (which just looks like nostrils sometimes) it makes sense why some ppl have told me i look like muffy from arthur or little foot from the land before time :((((((( which sounds cute but also is it really..........................)

- mole on my right jawline

- bumpyish skin

- sparse eyebrows

- wrinkly eyes

- disproportionate, legs are way too short compared to torso

- big thighs (yesterday nainai looked at me for a while and suddenly went “ni de tui ye shi hen da orh. then ni ye shi hei hei de.” OUCH. this was totally out of the blue lmao. but thats just how she is hahhhaha gotta love nainai. also i think she was trying to say my legs are big like hers. so we have that in common ThAnKS NAI NAI)

- thick ankles aka cankles aka the reason i cant wear cute shoes

this is quite sad. but also i dont exactly feel sad typing this stuff out....idk its not exactly tragic to not be 100% in love with the way you look. perhaps it just makes me less insufferable. this paragraph is full of double negatives.

my point is - a healthy dose of reality wrt ones looks is not rly in vogue these days (ie the age of body positivity / loving yourself / “self care”.............cao mei zu is corright) but maybe its just true that we are not all beautiful and maybe thats ok and its not tragic. lets not go down the rabbithole of beauty standards cos tbh that bores me and leads to alot of ego stroking truisms like “everyone is beautiful” (sorry i disagree)

i suppose a healthy exercise would also be to list the things i like about myself (purely in relation to my outward appearance........things would get pretty dark if we went a holistic route. im not the best at self evaluation)

- hair is quite silky / soft

- big-ish eyes

- the space in between my boobs looks bony which gives me a skinny look (if you dont see my lower half LOL)

- my skin is way better than it used to be

- i like the way i look with a tan (but clearly nainai doesnt. see above.)

- straight teeth

........erps.....notice how the compliments are much more qualified and reserved as compared with the rather harsh and direct criticism..................but then again if you asked me to rate myself out of 10 i would say at least a 6 cos i think im above average but also im thinking most ppl would think they are above average no??? but not everyone can be above average so which ones of us are deluded???????

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Hey Entrepreneurs,I'm Christopher Gimmer, one of the co-founders of Snappa - a SaaS app that helps non-designers create online graphics.About a year and a half ago I wrote a post in this subreddit about launching our beta which was well received. Since then, we've bootstrapped our way to $25k MRR and we just spent $40k to acquire the Snappa.com domain (we were using Snappa.io until now).After we purchased the domain, I couldn’t believe how many people were interested in the acquisition. In turns out that many founders were also trying to acquire a domain and wanted to know how the deal went down, how much we paid, and what we learned from the experience.Rather than going through the details with each person individually, I thought it would be more useful to share the entire story in a post. My hope is that other founders in a similar situation can get value from it (or those who may be in the future).So here’s the whole story of how we purchased the Snappa.com domain and why.Why we did itSome people would argue that we were doing just fine with Snappa.io and purchasing the .com was a waste of money. Doesn’t everyone type stuff in Google now?The reality is we were doing just fine. We had grown to $25k+ MRR without raising any money. So why did we care so much about a domain name?There’s a few reasons.1. Branding & TrustAt the end of the day, .com will forever be the ultimate top-level domain (TLD). To this day, there are still plenty of people who don’t even realize that other TLDs exist.When you own the .com, you’re signalling to the market that you’re legit. And when people are paying you money to use your product, the more trust you can convey the better.With Snappa, many of our customers pay us an annual subscription. We want them to know that we’ll be around for years to come.As Joel from Buffer points out, most well-known companies all had “placeholder” domains for a long time before they got their actual name as their domain too:Square was squareup.comDropBox was getdropbox.comFacebook was thefacebook.comInstagram was instagr.amTwitter was twttr.comFoursquare was playfoursquare.comBut each one of these companies reached a level of scale where owning the .com was important. Otherwise, they would have used their placeholder domains forever.Since we’ve been around for nearly 2 years, we felt it was time to legitimize our company further by purchasing the .com.2. Avoiding ConfusionEven though most people do in fact type things in Google, there are still a lot of people that don’t. A lot of these people will assume that web addresses end in .com.In fact, we received a few support requests from users saying that our app was down. It turns out they were entering Snappa.com as the web address (which used to lead to a blank page).Screenshot of support emailI always thought to myself… how many people were doing the same thing?In addition to customers entering the wrong URL, we also noticed a few blogs and websites linking to us using the wrong URL. This means we were missing out on referral traffic and link equity.3. Growth PotentialLast year I attended MicroConf in Las Vegas (which is a great conference by the way). One of the speakers was Peter Coppinger from Teamwork.com.During his talk, he told the story of how they purchased Teamwork.com for $675k. I was floored…Then he threw up this slide.Teamwork's growth curve after the domain purchaseIt goes without saying that purchasing the .com wasn’t the only reason their growth exploded. It’s also worth noting that their old domain name was TeamworkPM.net which was pretty horrible.However, there’s no denying the inflexion point that happened immediately after launching the new domain. Could the same thing happen to us if we purchased Snappa.com?First contactAfter we launched our beta in the Summer of 2015, we were getting some really good traction. So in September 2015, I decided to reach out to the owner of Snappa.com to see if they would be interested in selling. I figured they’d want more than we could afford but figured it was worth a shot.As Buffer mentions in their acquisition story, there’s a variety of ways one could go about contacting a domain seller. Some tactics involve emailing from a Yahoo address, to hide your true identity to make yourself appear like a smaller company or letting a different entity altogether work on getting the domain.Luckily, we were a small company. I also felt that at some point in the negotiation I’d have to reveal my true identity anyways, so I didn’t put too much thought into deceptive tactics.Here’s the the first email I ever sent the seller. I used my real name and personal Gmail account.First email sent to sellerA couple days later, my co-founder Marc and I were having lunch at a restaurant when my phone buzzed. It was an email from the seller.The body of the email contained a domain name transfer agreement. I scanned the document as quickly as possible and the first number I saw was $1,000. I literally jumped out of my chair and shouted. “WE’RE GONNA GET SNAPPA.COM! IT’S ONLY $1,000!”But when I actually read the agreement, I realized that $1,000 was not the purchase price. It was a penalty we’d have to pay if we broke one of the clauses.I then saw the actual purchase price…$79,500 USD. Ouch!At this point, we had 0 paying customers because we were still in beta. Naturally, we decided to put our dreams on hold.Second contactA month ago (February 2017), I heard the news that Noah Kagan spent $1.5M to acquire the Sumo.com domain. I thought he was crazy.Then I listened to his podcast episode where he talked about the acquisition. He mentioned that a good domain equals a legit company and it lets you own your brand and be the definitive source. Because so many other companies had ‘Sumo’ in their name, Noah wanted to position his company as the original, the de facto.As I reflected more on the purchase, I realized that Noah wasn’t crazy. In fact, I applauded him for such a ballsy move.I also learned two things from Noah that helped me acquire Snappa.com.He didn’t take no for an answer. Noah was getting repeatedly shut down for 7+ years but his perseverance paid off.Noah didn’t pay the $1.5M all up front. He worked out a payment plan with the seller that made the acquisition price more manageable.Feeling inspired, I reached out again to the owner of Snappa.com on February 8, 2017 (One year and five months after my original email).Even though the original transfer agreement they sent me said the price was non-negotiable, I knew that just wasn’t true. So to get the ball rolling, I sent a low-ball offer of $10,000 USD to feel them out.Email sent to seller with $10k offerA few days later, I got a new domain name transfer agreement…… for $84,500 USD!A $5k increase from the previous year. Not looking good…Determined to negotiate, I fired back the following email.Email asking to negotiateThe seller responded that they’ve already turned down another offer far above our original offer of $10k. They also asked if we’d consider a payment plan.Even with a payment plan, $84.5k was out of the question. So I fired back another offer and increased our offer to $20k.Email with $20k offerThat same day, I received the following email.Email from seller with counter-offerAlright… now we’re getting somewhere.Real Negotiations BeginAt this point, I called Marc and we had a lengthy discussion about how important it was to own Snappa.com and what was the maximum amount of money we’d be willing to pay for it. Considering how far apart we were with the seller, I felt like we had to give them our best offer to even get a chance of acquiring the domain.Remember that Snappa is 100% self-funded. We’re not sitting on a pile of cash that we raised from investors so we have to be very careful with how we spend our hard-earned cash.After talking with Marc, we agreed that $40,000 USD was the absolute most we wanted to spend on the domain. Also, we couldn’t afford to pay the $40k up front because it would put a serious dent in our cash flow. We needed to make sure we had adequate funds to cover all our costs in case of an emergency.I then fired off an offer of $40k USD with a 5 year payment plan. Once again it was turned down.Another counter-offer from the sellerEven with a payment plan, $59.5k was still more than we wanted to pay and $50k upfront was out of the question. So I decided to stand strong and give the absolute best offer that we could.Email to seller with our best offerI had high hopes, but they came crashing down quickly when I received the final blow.Rejection email from sellerI was pretty disappointed. But we just couldn’t justify spending that kind of money on a domain name as a bootstrapped startup.I also remembered an important tactic when it comes to negotiations…Be willing to walk away.And that’s exactly what I did. I stood firm and let the seller know that we couldn’t justify their asking price and that we’d carry on with our current domain name. They came back with one final knockout blow.Email from seller - they weren't budgingIt sucked. Over the next few days, I started coming to terms with the fact that we may never own Snappa.com.Then out of the blue, 5 days after our previous exchange, I received the following email.Email from seller accepting our $40k offerBOOYA!We finally agreed on a purchase price of $40,000. The final deal terms were $20K paid up front with the remainder paid in annual instalments over the following 3 years.As soon as the DNS was changed and the agreement was signed, I wired over the first payment on March 1, 2017.Lessons LearnedThe entire process was very stressful. After our final offer was accepted, I couldn’t help but wonder if we were making the right decision. We certainly didn’t have a crystal ball that could tell us what the impact of having Snappa.com would be in the long run.But now that we’ve fully transferred over to our new domain, there’s no doubt in my mind that we made the right decision. It just feels right.As I look back on the experience, a few things key lessons jumped out at me, some of which I alluded to throughout the post but I think they’re worth repeating.1. There’s no such thing as non-negotiable. Every time I contacted the seller, I kept getting the same template with a fixed price that was non-negotiable. Even after submitting a few lowball offers, they still wouldn’t budge. Yet in the end, we were able to settle on a price that was less than half of their asking price.2. If you really want something, you have to be persistent. There’s no way this deal would have gone through if we weren’t persistent. Despite multiple offers being rejected, we kept trying until we succeeded.3. Be willing to walk away. Negotiating is all about leverage. If the person on the other end knows that you want something REALLY bad, they’ll make you pay for it. They only accepted our final offer after we made it clear that we weren’t going any higher.4. Be vulnerable. The truth is, we were a small startup. We didn’t have $84k to spend on a domain name. Without sounding like a charity case, we did try to drive the point across that we only had so much that we could offer.5. You can negotiate on more than just price. If we had to pay $40k up front, we wouldn’t have been able to make this deal. The payment plan is what made this feasible. If you’re negotiating something and you can’t justify the price, try to defer payments in order to ease the financial burden. In the case of domain names, the seller will still technically own the domain until they receive the final payment. Therefore, there’s zero risk on their part.Parting ThoughtsOnly time will tell whether or not the $40k investment yields a positive ROI. Then again, we may never know.But regardless of whether or not the investment pays off, we never have to worry about another business using Snappa.com. That in itself is priceless. Now we can go back to building a kickass product!One more thing…Don’t let a domain name stop you from starting your business. If I had to rank the importance of a domain name when starting up, I’d give it a 3/10. Your preferred domain name will always be there waiting for you when the time is right.

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