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bts-hyperfixation · 4 months ago

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Outside of the Fox

Chapter 39 of????

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Y/N longs for a new life when the one she’d been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

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Namjoon had lain you down in one of the newly renovated bedrooms for a nap. The fresh paint smell tickles your nose as you rouse from your sleep, only acutely aware of the weight around your waist. Light still streamed in through the window on the far side of the room, signalling you hadn't lost too much of the day to your unplanned sleep.

You try to sit upright only to find yourself blocked by the weight on your stomach. You look down and find an arm, tracing it with your eyes until you land on its owner's slumbering features. You push the dark tresses away from his face and admire how peaceful Taehyung looks sleeping beside you, or at least you thought he was... One of his eyes blinks open before squeezing tightly shut when he realizes you're staring at him.

"Taehyung-ah?"

The man doesn't answer you, instead, he lets out a loud snore that could rival even Namjoon.

"Tae?" You try again.

You tug at his hair to get him to move but his eyes just screw up tighter.

"We really should talk," You sigh.

"But not talking is so much nicer, things aren't real if we don't talk, we just pretend to sleep forever." He mumbles into the pillows as he buries his head away from you.

It would be nice not to have to talk about anything, at least for a little while longer, but no one seems to have told that to the knot in your stomach.

"Come on it's time."

You push him until he rolls, almost tumbling from the edge of the bed. His hands shoot out to grab your arms before he can fall but he in only succeeds in pulling you on top of him with a big thud. He groans out as your elbow lands in his stomach but you can't stop yourself giggling just a little.

"Guess you're definitely awake now..."

"Still don't want to talk about it," He pouts, sitting up with you in his lap "Can't I live in a world where you haven't turned down my proposal just a little bit longer?"

You choke a little on your saliva. It had been in the back of your mind how much you must've been upsetting Taehyung, but your own flight or fight response had been suppressing the thought. You force the bad feeling back down into your stomach and get to your feet, offering him a hand up.

"Why would I say no?"

"I don't know, the giant panic attack immediately after I asked you didn't seem like the most reassuring sign,"

"But I'm... We... are not about to lose you. Of course, I will marry you Taehyung-ah,"

His face lights up with barely contained-excitement, and the two of you sit on the edge of the bed

"Really? I don't want you to do this just because you think you need to, I'm sure we will manage. Maybe my wife would be open to affairs?"

Even when he is making light of the situation his eyes betray him. They skip around your forehead instead of meeting your gaze head-on like he usually would.

"Well if that's something you'd like then perhaps I should let you marry her, I'm not sure how comfortable I would be knowing my husband would so openly plan an affair," You sigh dramatically, falling back on to the mattress.

He follows you down, crowding over you with a hand on either side of your head.

"Not even just little affairs? Perhaps with an adorable redhead, or an overly anxious bunny?" He pouts.

"What if I want you to be just mine? What if I'm a horribly controlling wife who never lets you leave our house? Or what if I insist we move in with your father, he seems like such a wonderful man,"

With each teasing remark, Taehyung mocks offence, and your stomach untwists just a little bit, but it's enough.

"I have a feeling there will be some very surly hybrids around if you suddenly sequestered the two of us away, and I have no idea which one of us being missing they would be angrier about... although I have a feeling it would be your absence with the edge."

He leans in and pecks your lips and you wrap a hand around his neck to keep him in place as you deepen the kiss. The horrible feeling isn't quite gone, but you realise he is right, no one in this house is going to let you be hidden away ever again. And that realisation has you wanting to show your appreciation for how much they all seem to care about you.

Taehyung's lips trail along your jawline, hot open-mouthed kisses left in their wake. He pauses at the base of your neck.

"Before I continue, just tell me you're sure, one more time... Will you marry me?" He asks

"Yes, I will marry you," You say with far more confidence than you feel.

Then there's no more hesitation as Taehyung makes quick work of both of your clothes. You manage to push yourself on top, straddling across his thighs. His hand reaches up to caress your cheek.

"I love you," He murmurs.

"I should hope so..." You chuckle, lowering yourself forward.

"I hope you know that I'd want to marry you even without my father's influence," He says brushing a hair away from your face.

You don't answer him, a lump suddenly in your throat. You switch directions instead, shuffling down the bed until his hand falls to the mattress and your mouth lines up with his half-hard cock. You start gently, teasing him with flicks of your tongue to the slit as your hand wraps around the base, squeezing ever so slightly. His toes curl in anticipation, as your hot breath ghosts across the cooling saliva you leave behind.

You flick your eyes up to meet his just as you take the full tip between your lips, you take him down further than you should for a first pass, your teeth barely scraping the shift as he twitches in a way you don't preempt, he groans but doesn't complain, pleasure flooding his features in place of pain. His hand wraps into your hair keeping you in place just below the head until his features unscrunch.

"Has anyone ever told you, you're too good at that?" His voice comes shakily.

You pull up as he lets you,

"I think you might be just too easy if that's all it takes,"

You raise an eyebrow at him but he just waves his hand as a silent plea to continue, so you do. The hand on your head controls the speed as his other fist into the sheets making a real mess of Jin's new silk bedding.

With him setting the rhythm you place your hands on his thighs to both steady yourself and prevent him from thrusting upwards unexpectedly. Considering his near accident at the beginning, your jaw begins to ache before Taehyung shows any sign of actually cumming, even so, you're surprised when he pulls you back away from him.

"Everything okay?" You ask, rubbing at your jawline in what you hope is a subtle way

"I don't want to cum before I see you riding me," He practically whines.

His hand make grabby motions to signal you back up until you are face to face once more. This version of Taehyung is a mess, he is pouty, his lips red and bitten, his hair is a mess from being rubbed against the pillow, and there are tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He looks beautiful. Not that his normal controlled image isn't stunning, but this was something else, and it left you wondering how often he let people see him like this.

Clearly, you've paused to watch him for too long as he lets out a whispered plea for you to continue. Looking at him now you aren't sure how anyone would ever say no to him. Then you realise that perhaps few people ever had...

His hand wraps around himself to provide a guide as you lower yourself down onto him. Barely prepared, you clench your teeth and release a hiss of air until you manage to reach the base, settling nicely on his hips.

His hand wraps around your neck pulling you into a kiss. You grind back and forth as the kiss gets deeper, rubbing your clit against him in a futile attempt to achieve satisfying friction. His arm snakes between the two of you in the limited space, fingers reaching out to provide the much-needed stimulation. For a moment you forget that you're supposed to be riding him, instead allowing yourself to get lost in feeling so full. You sit back up allowing him a better angle to pleasure you.

Your hands find purchase on his thighs behind you as you rock back and forth into his hand. Taehyung demonstrates no complaints as you take what you need from him, watching you closely as you lose yourself in the pleasure of him.

Your orgasm builds slowly but surely as you clench around Taehyung's cock still buried deep inside. His fingers fall back to the sheets as he groans through the new tightness surrounding him.

"I really need you to start moving Y/N" He half growls, but it fades away into a whine as you do what he asks.

You ride out your over-sensitivity, only mourning the loss of his fingers slightly as you return to your previous mission of appreciation.

You ride him as fast as your shaking legs will allow you to. His hands trail along your thighs until they find purchase on your hips, his finger pressing in, no doubt leaving bruises in their wake as he helps you to keep going. His hips meet yours, becoming sloppier with each thrust until he reaches his end. One final push and he releases inside, fingers crushing into your hips as he holds on.

You lower yourself next to him, careful to make sure he stays inside of you, not prepared to deal with Jin's wrath at the mess letting go would create.

"I think we should take another nap," Taehyung suggests, his cocky and casual persona reappearing.

"Personally I was thinking a shower was in order," You complain, motioning at the glistening sweat along your torsos.

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Soz fam...... I lost all motivation plus I'm hella busy at work in June and July so this took a back burner. I won't promise that I'm not gonna dip for 2 months again, but i hope not

I hope the smut makes up for the absence... What do you think will befall our wonderful eight as they tell Taehyung's family and the wedding approaches?

#bts fic #bts smut #kpop fic #kpop smut #namjoon smut #jungkook smut #taehyung smut #jimin smut #bts x you #bts x reader #seokjin smut #hoseok smut #yoongi smut #hybrid bts

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ohtobeleah · 1 year ago

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Gift of The Gab // Bradley Bradshaw

Summary: Throat Cancer. It’s never the way Rooster thought he’d go out. But when he does—he gets to give Jake a piece of his mind.

Warnings: Throat Cancer. Mentions of suicide. Mentions of death. Bradley Bradshaw x Platonic!reader. Afterlife lore. Death.

Word Count: 2.1k

Author Note: Day Seven of Whumptober. Prompt I chose: Flatline. Thank you to @ailesswhumptober for the prompt list. This is also apart of the Life After Death Series

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Name: Bradley Bradshaw. Age: 60. Cause of Death: Aggressive Throat Cancer.

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“Get me a crash cart in here!!” There are distinct differences between male and female brains. Female brains tend to have a larger hippocampus, which usually makes them better at retention and memory. “He’s coding!”

“Jesus what the hell happened here?” Male brains however, have a bigger parietal cortex, which helps when fending off an attack. Male brains confront challenges differently than female brains. Women are hardwired to communicate with language, detail, empathy.

Men? Not so much.

“He was fine five seconds ago! Dammit he’s flatlining.” But that doesn’t mean they aren’t any less capable of emotion. They can talk about their feelings. It’s just that…..

Most of the time—they’d really rather not.

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It wasn’t uncommon for Bradley Bradshaw to wake up in an unknown environment. Over the years he’d made quite the reputation for himself amongst the young, dumb and hopelessly ignorant badge bunnies that would saunter into the Hard Deck. He never saw a reason to settle down, find the love of his life, create a family, grow old with someone. Everyone Bradley Bradshaw had ever cared to care about had left him in some way shape or form.

But a name Rooster never thought would be added to that ever growing list of people who had left him behind, was Jake fucking Seresin.

“Fuck—“ Bradley groaned as he rolled over onto his back, he could feel the draft coming up between his legs as he did. The hospital gown that was tied together in the back by three little bows did nothing to keep his broad shoulders, back, and ass covered.

Across the way—Jake was busy in the horse pen trying his best to train one of the wild brumbies that hung around more often than not. He’d been trying for a few days. It wasn’t easy, but it was honest work that kept his mind at ease.

“Easy boy—easy.” Jake cooed as he approached the gentle giant that had become used to his presence. “I’m just here to help.” He mumbled as he approached the horse he affectionately referred to as Simon the stallion. “We’re just gonna hang out.”

Bradley sat up with a groan, he could feel the air in his lungs that he hadn’t been able to feel in what felt like an eternity. When he reached up to touch the port that he’d had in his neck for months to find that it was gone—Bradley couldn’t have been more confused if he tried to be.

Where was he? Why did he feel thirty years younger? Why was he not in his hospital room with the blonde nurse he really liked? And—hold on a minute….is that? Is that Jake fucking Seresin?

Bradley would never forget the day he walked into Jake's home and found him unresponsive. Seeing one of his closest friends lying there without conscious thought. It was one of the worst days of his life, nestled between losing his mum and dad. Jake's death affected everyone in all sorts of ways that couldn’t begin to be unpacked in a far too expensive therapy session.

So—as a long drawn out beep rang out in Rooster's mind, the sound of his heart monitor flatlining, he stood and made strides to where Jake stood trying to gain the horse's trust. Ass on display and all.

He never spoke to anyone ever about Jakes suicide, he never spoke about how it made him feel or acknowledged any of the trauma that came alone with seeing one of his best friends dead in his bedroom. Bradley thought with time Jake would be alright, he didn’t know how much he was truly suffering because Jake never spoke about it. He never spoke about your death and how you died. He never spoke to anyone besides himself in the depths of the night.

Where no one could see just how much he missed you.

Jake saw the man he’d left behind all those years ago in favour of reuniting with the love of his life coming towards him like a brick shit house. Jake couldn’t say he regretted doing what he did though—but he missed Bradley, every day. They were close, but he wasn’t you.

“Shit—“ This was the reunion Jake had been dreading the most. “Sorry pal, looks like our session’s just been cut short.” It was only as Jake was jumping over the wooden fence that Bradley took off into an all out sprint in Jake's direction. “Bradshaw! What the hell—Oof—“

“YOU MOTHER FUCKER!” It was as painful as it was laced in spiteful anger. A rage that had burned in the depths of Bradley Bradshaw’s heart for years and years and years. He didn’t look a day older than when Jake had last seen the mustache clad aviator. “WHY DID YOU DO THAT? HUH?” Rooster laid as many punches as he could get in into the friend he hadn’t seen in years—getting out all his built up aggression.

Maybe it was the past that was talking, screaming from the crypt telling Bradley to punish Jake for things he never got to do. It was his way of justifying his anger.

“Rooster! Stop man—“ Jake shouted back as he tried to wriggle his way out of this situation. “Would you cut it out! You don’t have any pants on!! Get off of me!”

“YOU KILLED YOURSELF!” Rooster huffed as he dismounted from the wingman he hadn’t seen in over two decades. “You coward, I always thought you were stronger than me, but then I had my fucking fingers down your damn throat begging you to stay and I knew—I fucking knew you were the one who was full of chicken shit.”

“For someone who’s got the gift of the gab you sure do talk a hell of a lot of crap man! Get off me!” Jake wasn’t backing down. He could do this all day if need be. But he knew Rooster had a lot to get off his chest.

“Who’s dad yelling at mama?” Ellie asked as she watched her father swing a right hook into thin air.

“You remember the imaginary friends we spoke about, baby?” You cooed as you held your daughter's hand and walked across the expanse of the gravel drive across to the paddocks. “Well—I think another one of daddy's friends is here.”

“But I can’t see him?” Ellie frowned. She didn’t understand why she couldn’t see the people who had passed by your family farm. She wasn’t old enough to understand. But one day, one day you would tell her.

“Because this is one of mummy and daddy’s friends darling, it’s like how we can’t see your imaginary friends.” As you made your way over with your daughter hand in hand, Jake caught your eye. He knew the moment Bradley saw you he would understand.

“Bradshaw, your entire ass is hanging out for the whole afterlife to see.” You chuckled behind your hand as a heat so pure rushed to your cheeks. “Cute tattoo though, I always thought you had an ass tat but never got a chance to ask.”

“Hollywood?” Rooster nearly collapsed on the spot when he saw you, it had been so long yet you looked exactly like you did the last time he saw you. “Oh my goodness, I—“

“Could you maybe stop beating my husband up? He keeps the house from falling apart around us, I need him in one piece.”

“Husband?” Bradley turned back to where Jake stood dusting himself off. He caught the sight of a silver ring wrapped around his left ring finger. “You married Hollywood?”

“Of course I did, I died for her—I wasn’t not going to marry her.” At the very mention of the word death it all sunk in. You could see it plastered all over Roosters face—he was connecting the dots. “Bobs been through, so has Nat.” Bradley felt again at his throat for scars and staples that were no longer there. “What was it?” Jake asked softly, he knew it was always better to rip the Band-Aid off.

“Throat cancer—I think I flatlined, I just remember not being able to breathe and then I was here.” Bradley never thought he’d be one of those people who get some form of cancer. He didn’t smoke or do drugs. The most he ever did was drink and sometimes that could reach an excessive amount. Liver failure seemed more on brand for the Naval Aviator. Not throat cancer.

“I’m sorry Rooster, that must have been awful.” You really didn’t know what to say, because what do you say to people once they’ve died. Natasha didn’t want to believe it. Bob seemed scared, Rooster though? He was just angry.

“You were just gone—“ Bradley shrugged as he looked around the farm, amber orange from the mid afternoon sun made the fields look almost angelic. “You both took so much from me, I never saw a reason to love, to settle down, share my life with someone because I couldn’t put them through the experience of loss.” It made sense, but that was a heavy burden to carry. Jake wasn’t even sure he deserved to be the one to carry that load. “I saw what happened to the both of you and it scared me shitless, it made me so goddamn angry.”

“Rooster—“ You cooed softly as you approached him. “Honey what happened to Jake and I, it was an extreme case.” You tried your best to explain as you reached out to touch his cheek gently. Bradley leaned into the gentle touch of a woman he kept a picture of on his mantle piece, alongside Hangmans. “You know we love you, but it was our time.”

“Did you fight?” Jake asked as his daughter raced his way. Bradley watched as the man he’d known from the academy crouched to pick up who Bradley could only assume was his daughter. They looked the same in so many ways. But she was her own version of you too. “The cancer?”

The silence that fell over the four of you as you waited for Bradley to answer was heavy, you knew he knew that he was dead. You didn’t need to explain it. But in the silence you saw a man racing across the field—there couldn’t have been two Dagger deaths in the same timeframe could there?

“I wasn’t ready to die.” Be a man. People say it all the time. “I wasn’t ready, but I’m glad I got to tell you how much of a jerk you were for leaving us behind.”

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t live without her Rooster—Hollywood, she’s everything to me, and after everything we went through? I never wanted her to be alone again, even in death.”

You watched as the man ran and ran and ran—he looked like Bradley, just a little less buff and sporting the same stupid mustache. He wore a smile so bright it could have broken his cheeks.

Your neighbour was Roosters dad, Goose, this entire time and you never even knew it.

“I can still hear the beep, that flatline on the monitor.” Bradley explained as he furrowed his brows. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to go back or not. “How do I stop it?”

“Just means that you can go back, if you want to, someone’s trying to bring you back.” It was probably the doctors and nurses handling the defibrillator, giving him rough but life saving chest compressions.

Be a man. But what does that even mean? Is it about strength? Is it about sacrifice? Is it about winning?

“I don't think I wanna go back.” Bradley sighed as he watched you make your way over to Jake and your little girl. The perfect mix of the two of you. God he was angry, he was still so mad at how things turned out the way they did. Why you both did what you did. But he’d get over it. He had to, he didn’t have a choice: Because the beeping had stopped. He’d flatlined.

“Bradley!” The man who Rooster had been trying to make proud ever since he was a little boy, called out as he ran. “Bradley! Is that you! My boy!”

Maybe it’s more simplistic than that.

Men have to know when not to man up. Sometimes it takes a real man to set his ego aside, admit defeat, and simply start all over again.

“Dad?”

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earthnashes · 2 years ago

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BOOM!

The explosion of Hookbill the Horrible's giant shell shatters the sky and leave's Melon's ears ringing. All at once there's chaos; Hookbill himself-- once a giant terror, and now shrunken down to a pitiful koopa-- plummets off the platform they battled on. Lakitus fill the sky of their lair in a frenzy, shouting in panic and split between fleeing, or diving to try and grab their boss mid-fall. There are giant shell fragments everywhere, splintering like shooting stars all around, and Melon has to concentrate hard not to get hit. He jumps from the crumbling stone platform to land on a hovering sphere, but the moment his weight hits it the number on it's side begins to tick tick tick.

7... 6... 5...

Melon makes a frazzled sound while whipping his tail, tapdancing his paws anxiously, glancing everywhere. Looking for anything that could serve as something to keep him and baby Mario from plummeting to the hard earth below, but he sees nothing.

4...

With little choice, Melon barks at baby Mario to hang on before he begins sprinting, hopping like a bunny on each platform as its countdown continues.

3...

They're quickly running out of ground. Melon's heart pounds as he runs, and he sees the end of the line.

2...

He's fallen from high heights before, but this is really cutting it close! Melon only hopes he has enough magic to cushion their fall. And as the final platform comes up, Melon grits his teeth--

...1.

--and leaps.

He expects them to plummet just as Hookbill did. And for the most part, they do, clouds and fragments zipping past them and the wind whistling in their ears. But suddenly, Melon feels Mario shifting around on his back; he can't really see what the boy is doing, and immediately feels panic when the arms around his neck are suddenly gone.

Did Mario lose his grip?!

Melon doesn't get the chance to look; Mario's weight has vanished from his back... only for a strong hand to grasp his paws, and suddenly, Melon is no longer falling.

He's flying.

Melon blinks once, twice, three times, before he snaps his eyes up above him. If he hadn't seen it with his own two eyes, he wouldn't've believed it. Mario meets his look with a starry, fiery one of his own. He gives the binkie a single chew.

Melon isn't the one flying. Mario is.

The baby carries him as if he weighed little more than a bag, a brilliant yellow cape billowing out behind him as he pulls up. Melon can't help but wonder how how how? But as they pass the tearfully Hookbill in their descent, a memory flashes through his mind.

The Super Star fruit... that had to be it! Hookbill ate half of one to get larger before he attacked. Mario must've picked up the leftover while Melon was occupied with the battle.

However it happened, Melon felt a proud grin stretch across his face. His previously panicked barks became ones of excitement, and he kicks his paws in a mimic of a Flutter Kick.

Down they go!

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Unbeknownst to either baby Mario or Melon, little red-faced creatures land atop the clouds behind them. Glowing white eyes watch the pair's decent as they disappear into the trees, followed only by the echo of Melon's barking.

The Tweeters chirp at one another before they take off in the opposite direction...

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Part 6<<– Part 7 (CURRENT) –>> Part 8

Retelling of Yoshi’s Island from the perspective of one specific Yoshi (Melon) on a quest to get baby Mario home! There is an update every Monday. :)

#Super Mario #yoshi's island #nintendo #nintendo headcanon #mario #yoshi #my art #my stuff #fanart #headcanon #melon's adventure

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ticklishshenanigansau · 1 month ago

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LaughterLand - Chapter 10: Monster

(story by Mod Secret, art by Mod Yosh)

It was a monster, alright, but like nothing even close to what the two of them had encountered back in the Underground. This guy was enormous; it must have been at least fourteen or fifteen feet tall. Covered entirely with soft, tangly, brightly colored fur.

Its flat rabbit-like feet and two pairs of stubby-looking arms had three long, smooth claws on each paw. Just like Sans had felt back at the tunnel, each claw looked to be about half of Papyrus's length. They weren't completely sharpened, just barely dulled at the tip, perfect for tickling. It opened its mouth, tongue sticking out and panting like a dog. Sans could see its teeth were just as dulled by the end of each point. Long, wispy whiskers decorated its muzzle, just below a bunny-like nose and giant saucer eyes.

The overall shape of this beast somewhat reminded them of an overgrown chinchilla; the way it seemed hunched over with its back rounded out by its massive colorful fur. Only difference was this chinchilla sported a pair of long striped horns, a set of two overly fluffed up tails, and a look of absolute hunger in its eyes.

Both brothers gazed up at the monster as it towered over them, panting and licking its lips, neither really sure what to say. This creature, though terrifying in size, was actually quite adorable. It clearly wanted to feed, like every other creature they had encountered since being here. But at the same time, he almost had a look of innocence about him. If he had been at a decent size, Sans could see him as the kind of potential ‘pet’ Papyrus would bring home and beg Sans to let him keep.

As the monster playfully flicked both of its fluffy tails, Sans flinched, remembering to be on guard. He hadn't yet forgotten that, just minutes ago, the Monster had been feeding on both Papyrus and himself in the darkness of the cave. Cute or not, it was still a creature in this strange world. Sans wasn't about to let another adversary tickle a meal out of him and his brother.

"Sans…," Papyrus's soft tone finally broke the silence. "It's…. It's so adorable!"

He seemed so joyfully flabbergasted at this discovery. "Are you quite certain this is the same creature that was attacking us back there?"

"Do those claws look like they would FEEL familiar?" Sans asked, sounding disgruntled. He honestly should have known his brother would try to play devil's advocate for something so cute.

"Heh … fair point." Papyrus chuckled sheepishly.

The Monster let out a low grumbling sound as it made direct eye contact with Papyrus. It started to very slowly lean forward, as if trying to inspect him.

"Nnnope!" Sans immediately grabbed ahold of Papyrus's arm. "Nope! Nope! Nope! Not happening! NO!!"

He forcibly turned himself and his brother away from the Monster. Not wanting to risk being chased down and caught, he stood his ground with both of their backs facing towards it.

"Sans, what are we—?" Papyrus was cut off by Sans's harsh,

"Shh!"

Sans held his breath as he could hear the Monster grunting curiously. It bent down to give both brothers a quick sniff. They could feel the air from its nose rapidly inhaling and exhaling. Sans squeezed Papyrus's wrist tightly, forcing his brother to keep himself turned away from the fuzzy beast.

Papyrus slightly turned his head, trying to catch another glimpse of the creature. Sensing this, Sans immediately yanked on his brother's wrist, forcing him to turn back.

"Pap, no!" he hissed.

"Sans, what are we even doing?" Papyrus whispered back, a mixture of confusion and offense in his tone.

"Don't even look at it," Sans replied. "Maybe if we ignore it, it'll just go away."

Once again, Sans wasn't entirely sure of the logic of this plan either. Holding it in never worked, and it was far too big to run or hide from. Perhaps the next course of action was to just try not to engage with it at all? It was worth a try.

"I'm … not sure how we're going to ignore something that big," Papyrus responded, half leaning back to try to glance at it again.

"Just don't look at him, Papyrus," Sans replied, nudging his brother to keep him focused on looking straight ahead. "Don't make eye contact, don't try to talk to him. We're just going to very slowly … walk away."

Cautiously taking a step forward, he pulled for Papyrus to follow. Sans could feel beads of sweat trickling down his neck as he felt the Monster start to breathe, hoping against hope that they could at least take a few steps away from it without fear of repercussions.

One step. Everything was quiet, save for the monster starting to inhale again. Sans shivered, why did it have to get so close to them? He felt Papyrus starting to fidget, though he kept his eyes glued to the grass below them.

"He's still there, Sans," Papyrus mumbled.

"I know, I know," Sans whispered. "We're just gonna keep walking, maybe it'll lose interest."

As the brothers took several more overly-cautious steps forward, Sans silently prayed that his hunch was correct. Though truthfully, he had no real reason to believe that this plan would work either. The Monster had already gotten a taste for them back at the cave, and it seemed just as satisfied as every other creature that they had previously encountered.

Just as he had feared, as they both kept walking forward, they could feel the ground tremble as they felt the Monster's footsteps following after them.

"He's still there," Papyrus muttered through his teeth.

"I know!" Sans practically whisper-shouted, starting to grow irritated with Papyrus pointing out the obvious. "Just keep ignoring him, he'll go away."

But the more the brothers tried to get away from the Monster, the more it kept on following them. Almost reminiscent of a lost puppy following a couple of strangers home. Sans could feel his fists tightening every time he could hear the thud of another one of its footsteps thumping into the ground. Though he couldn't quite tell if he was clenching due to his growing anxiety or annoyance.

"Sans, he's still following us," Papyrus pointed out again.

"Papyrus! I know!" Sans's tone grew increasingly more agitated. "Just … keep … ignoring it...." He wasn't quite sure how he would react should his brother remark one more time about how close this cursed creature was.

Though he knew what kind of a threat this Monster posed, something about the way it continued tailing them like this just got on his nerves. Maybe because it was so cutesy that it almost reminded him of an annoying toddler, following after the grown-ups just because it wanted to be irritating. Either way, the sound of the footsteps mixed in with its deep breathing was becoming increasingly aggravating for poor Sans.

He tried to take in a deep breath, knowing that neither of them were going to get very far if he let his emotions take control of him. Though the deep inhalation did little to completely quell his annoyance, it was enough for him to refocus on the path ahead.

He noticed that they were still surrounded by the colorful trees. Although they were mostly off in the distance, leaving them in an open area mostly surrounded by grass. The forest still went on for a while, but looking even further, Sans could actually make out an opening where the forest came to an end and all that lay ahead from there was a dirt path. It was perhaps a mile or two away, but at least it was within sight.

While trying to keep his focus on the path ahead, Sans jolted as he suddenly felt a familiar claw intruding under his shirt once again. He stifled a gasp as he clenched Papyrus's wrist and took an overexaggerated step forward, just out of the claw’s reach.

"Sans...?" Papyrus inquired, this time sounding more concerned.

"It's fine!" Sans whispered abruptly. "Just keep going, don't—"

"Hmmph!!" Papyrus let out his own muffled squeak.

Sans glanced down to see the Monster's claw very gingerly scraping down Papyrus's spine. With a quiet growl, Sans ushered his brother several steps ahead and out of the claw's reach. Only to have the Monster's thumping footsteps follow close behind them again.

"Just ignore it, just ignore it, just ignore it!" Sans harshly repeated under his breath. He glanced up to see Papyrus wearing a nervous expression.

"Pap, look at me," Sans said sternly. Papyrus met his brother's gaze. "Look, it's gonna be okay, okay?" Although he was agitated, Sans did his best to reassure Papyrus in an effort to help keep his brother's cool. "Just whatever you do, don't react to it," he said.

He felt the Monster's breath on the back of his skull again. More than anything he wanted to turn around and blast it with his powers. He let out a frustrated grunt remembering that his powers were still not working. Still, if he was able to turn around and physically smack it, he would.

He took in another shaky breath, struggling to take his own advice to just ignore it. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he had been this irritated … maybe never. He was usually so chill when it came to just about everything, but this place … this whole experience had him on edge. And now this … this aggravating creature, why won't it just leave them alone?

He felt the air shift, and somehow he could sense the Monster starting to move again. He sucked in another agitated breath.

"Don't react…," he told himself. "Don't react … don't react … just ignore it."

He felt the back of his shirt starting to lift up again, and he clenched his fists. Trying desperately hard to remind himself of the real danger they were in. He figured it was going to go for his hips again, for whatever reason, the beast seemed oddly fascinated by them. All Sans had to do was just keep walking away. He flinched when he suddenly felt his shirt rising higher and higher.

Then it happened … the claw, as subtly as could be, started grazing along his grooves. Sans let out an undignified squeak and flipped himself around to face the monster screaming at the top of his voice.

"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM, YOU FREAKY WEIRDO?!"

It happened so fast, the Monster let out a gleeful growl before grabbing onto Sans. His entire midsection perfectly wrapped around just one of its giant paws.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hold on! Wait!" Sans squirmed and started yelling.

But it was too late. Cooing softly, the Monster cradled Sans in its paw and wriggled one of its giant claws under his shirt tickling at his ribs and spine. Almost as if it were tickling a baby doll.

"Wait! Wait—AAGH! Ahahahahaha!! Nohohoho! No!! Ahahahahaha!! Stahahahap ihihit!!"

Sans flailed as hard as he could, he pushed at the claw trying to somehow dislodge it. Despite knowing full well that there was no way he was going to be able to budge a claw that size. He tossed and turned, trying to roll off of the massive paw he was trapped on. But not only was the claw pinning him in place, but every way he turned just directed the tip of the claw to tickle a new area of his ribs, causing him to squeal and thrash even further.

"AAAAHAHAHAHA!!! P-Papyruhuhuhus!!" Sans shrieked reaching out to his brother. "Papyrus!! Hehehehelp meheeheehee!! Ahahahaha!! Plehehehease!!"

But to his utter shock, Papyrus just stood there, not even offering him a sympathetic glance. Sans's eyes grew wild with fear and disbelief, how could his brother not be jumping to his rescue right now?

"PAPYRUHUHUHUHUS!!" Sans squealed desperately once he felt the claw start scraping along his left underarm. For a moment he was lost in silent laughter, but once he obtained enough strength to inhale, he hopelessly reached for Papyrus and continued laughing hysterically.

"PA—-AAAAHAHAHAHA!! PAPYRUHUHUS!! HAHAHAHAHA!! DO SOHOHOHOHOMETHIHING!! AHAHAHA!!"

Papyrus's shoulders rose up steadily as he crossed his arms. He looked as though he was fighting so hard specifically to not look at Sans, which just caused the older skeleton even more distress.

The Monster continued to coo and grunt playfully, obviously enjoying all that he was doing with Sans. It hugged Sans tightly to its huge abundance of chest fluff, rubbing him back and forth against the bristling fur.

Although grateful for the claw tickling to be done, Sans let out a whole new onslaught of shrieks and high-pitched giggles as he felt the soft and tangly fur brushing up against the front of his body. It was so wispy and delicate as it bristled up under his shirt, through his ribs and across his face. It felt like Sans had plummeted into a nest of sentient feathers, and it tickled … horribly!

"AIEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!" Sans shrieked as he was brushed back and forth. "AHAHA! NO!! NOHOHO!! STAHAHAP!! AHAHAHA!! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!! IT-IT REHEHEHEALLY TICKLES!! AHAHAHAHA!!"

Sans desperately looked down at Papyrus, eyes utterly pleading for his brother to at least turn and look at him.

"PAHAHAHAHAAAAP!!" Sans practically wailed. "PAPYRUHUHUS PLEASE!! AHAHAHAHA!! WHY-WHY-AHAHA!! WHY AREN'T YOHOHOHOU SAHAHAHAVING MEHEEHEEHEE?!"

"You … you told me not to look, Sans," Papyrus replied. His tone was hesitant, but loud enough for Sans to make out over his laughter. "You said that no matter what, I wasn't supposed to look at it, I'm … just trying to follow your plan."

He sounded so unsure and conflicted. If Sans were in his right mind, he would try to reassure Papyrus that he was doing well by listening. But as it stood, Sans was beside himself with exasperation and exhaustion from laughing so hard. He wasn't sure how long it had been since the creature had yanked him up and started tickling him, but it had felt like it had gone on way too long, and he was starting to lose himself.

"PLEHEEHEEHEEHEEASE!!" He started shrieking as he felt the Monster's claws digging into his underarms while it was still brushing him against its fur. "PLEHEEHEEASE PAPYRUHUHUHUS!! I-I CAHAN'T!! I CAN'T TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT!! PLEHEEHEEASE!!"

Sans yelped as the Monster abruptly yanked him away from its chest fluff and placed him on his front on the ground, only a few feet away from Papyrus.

"Papyrus!" Sans gasped. "Turn around, you can—AIYEE!!"

A panicked, screeching squeal escaped his teeth, cutting off his plea as he, once again, felt a claw invading under his shirt. Not just one either, this time there were three. One under each arm and one placed at the top of the grooves of his back. Apparently, the Monster wanted to finish its investigation from earlier. Sans immediately tried to make a break for it, but suddenly felt two more claws come down with a loud 'THUD' pinning both arms to the ground.

"No…," he whimpered softly.

There was no way out, he couldn't even hope to squirm away as he felt the Monster's eager breath coming from directly behind his head. Frightened tears forming in his sockets, he frantically looked up at Papyrus silently pleading for him to turn around.

"Pap … p-please…." He tried to convey as much desperation in his tone while trying not to make any sudden moves to instigate his attacker.

"Please … don't l-let him—AAAAAIYEEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!"

Sans completely lost his composure as the claws of the Monster dug into his underarms and scraped along his backbone. He kicked and squirmed and flailed with all of his quickly depleting strength, but the Monster's grip kept him pinned there without fail.

"AAAGHAHAHAHA...!" Sans screamed, his laughter trailing off in a burst of silent cackling. Barely able to stutter out a plea as he was consumed by the horrific ticklish sensations.

"AHAHAHAHAAAA...! NAAAAHAHAHAHA!! PLEHEEHEEHEEHEEA....AHAHA!!! ST-STAHAHAHA...!!"

Sans wasn't sure how much more he could take. The amount of times his secret sweet spot had been abused today had him reaching his limit. He needed help, he craved help. Anything to just make this unceasing torment stop!

His wide and tearful eyes gazed up at Papyrus. Maddeningly, he was still only a few feet away. Knowing that he wasn't going to persuade him to turn by pleading, then he somehow had to force his brother to turn … but how?

Up to this point, the only means Sans had to help relieve the stress of being tickled past his limits was kicking at the ground with his legs, and clawing into the grass with his fingers. Neither of which did a thing to help distract him in any way. Seeing how close his brother was, Sans realized through his hysteria that he could reach out and touch him if he could just get one hand free.

Sans forced his body back under control, trying to focus all of his strength onto his right hand. It wasn't easy, as he fought every indescribable urge to fight and hopelessly protect himself. Channeling all of his energy into his right hand, he tugged and pulled as best as he could. Actually managing to jerk his hand forwards.

He paused as the laughter continuously consumed him. Screeching and cackling, he fought to remain in control and jerked his hand forward again. Giving one last agonizing groan and growl he forced his hand out from under the enormous claw and grabbed ahold of Papyrus's scarf, yanking it towards him with every ounce of energy he had left.

"WAH! HEY!!"

Papyrus yelped as the force of his scarf pulling on him yanked him completely around to see his brother's predicament.

"S-Sans...?!" Papyrus's tone was horrified at the sight of the older skeleton.

Sans's face was bright blue and hysterical. Tears were freefalling down his raw cheekbones, and he used his now free hand to slam onto the ground so hard, it made Papyrus's hand hurt just watching him. Papyrus readied himself. He didn't know how, but he prepared to leap in to rescue his older brother.

"Hang on, Sans! I'm…," but he trailed off.

The tickling had stopped. The Monster kept Sans pinned to the ground, but he had taken his claws out of his shirt at last letting the poor skeleton breathe. Papyrus looked up, horrified to see the Monster's gigantic saucer eyes staring into his sockets with mischievous glee.

"Uhm…." Papyrus gulped hard, instinctively taking a step back. He grinned sheepishly. "I … I don't s-suppose it's too late t-to ask you to be our new-found friend...? Right...?"

Papyrus let out another frightened squeak as the Monster reached out to grab him, the same way it had done with Sans. Sans rapidly blinked the remaining tears from his sockets once he heard Papyrus starting to scream with laughter. He wearily glanced up to see the Monster cradling Papyrus and tickling him the same way it had done with him earlier.

"NYAHAHAHA!! NOHOHO! NOO!! LEHEHET GO OF MEHEEHEEHEE!! HEEHEEHEEHEE!! LET GOHOHOHO!! IT TIHIHIHICKLES!! NYAHAHAHA!!"

Trying to shake off his exhaustion, Sans shakily got to his feet. Only to be knocked down again by something firm and fluffy.

"Oof—!" He landed hard on the ground, looking up to see the Monster's two fluffy tails towering over him and flicking playfully.

"Oh come on!" Sans gasped. "Isn't playing with one skeleton enough for you?!"

His question was promptly answered as both fuzzy tails went for his helpless midsection again.

"GAH!! Ahahahahahaha!! Nononononohohoho!! W-Wahahait!! Plehehehease!! Hahahaha!! N-Nahahahat again!!"

As Sans writhed on the ground, he noticed that the tickle attack this time, was less effective than it was when the claws were going after him. It still tickled like crazy, and caused him a great deal of distress, but he found that he at least wasn't completely paralyzed by laughter with this round. Looking down, he found the answer as to why. Unlike the claws, the fluffy tails had not invaded under his shirt, but instead had only gone under his jacket. Meaning Sans was still protected, at least a little bit.

Papyrus, on the other hand, squealed with frenzied laughter as the claws scraped and scribbled against his ribs and spine. Much like Sans, every which way he turned just sent the claws tickling onto a new spot, and it was maddening!

"NYAAAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHO!! PLEHEHEHEASE!! AHAHAHAHA!! C-CUHUHUT IT OUT!! AHAHA!!"

Papyrus's face was already turning bright orange, the dulled tips of the claws tickling way more than he had anticipated. He managed to roll onto his front, prompting the Monster to go after his spine as well as the back of his knees. Looking down, he saw Sans entangled in the Monster's fluffy tails, he desperately reached out his hand towards him.

"SAAAHAHAHAHANS!!" he cried out through laughter. "SAHAHANS HEHEHELP!! HAHAHAHAHA!!"

Despite his predicament, Sans couldn’t help but feel a pang of resentment upon hearing his brother's plea.

"Oh-Ohohohoho! L-Lihihike how you hehehelped me out?! Ahahahaha!!" Being tickled or not, Sans was still not about to let Papyrus off the hook for flat-out ignoring his calls for help.

"SAHAHAHAHAAAAAANS!!" Papyrus screeched, he couldn't believe Sans was seriously about to pick another fight with him at a time like this! "I-I-I THOHOHOUGHT IT WAHAHAS PART OF THE PLAHAHAHAN!! NYAHAHAHAHA!!" he croaked out through breathy cackles.

"Wehehehell it wahahasn't!!" Sans argued, trying his best to swat the tails away. "I-I ahahalmost lahahaughed to death, c-cuhuhuz you wouldn't hehehelp meheeheehee!! Hahahaha!!"

"EEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!" Papyrus shrieked as he felt the claws gently tracing all over the back of his femurs. "NYAHAHAHA!! IT-IT-IHIHIT WASN'T MY FAHAHAHAULT!!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!! AHAHAHAHA!!"

Sans wasn't quite sure if his brother was begging him to stop this senseless arguing, or if he was begging for the Monster to stop tickling. Chances were it was the latter. But regardless, Sans decided not to retaliate his words, and instead focus on getting out of this. Concluding that he would deal with his brother's lack of understanding later.

It was still hard to think with the tails brushing up and down his ribs and under his arms. His thin shirt offered little protection as he felt the fluffy end of one tail wriggling as hard as it could to get under his right arm. Meanwhile, the other tail had wormed its way up to Sans's neck and was endlessly teasing his cheekbones along with it. Sans scrunched up as best he could, feeling helpless in trying to come up with a way to break free.

Meanwhile, Papyrus could hear the Monster's cooing growls getting dangerously close to his face. Before he knew what was happening, the creature had turned Papyrus over to embrace him in a big Monster hug. Sans looked on in horror, thinking that it was going to pull the same thing it had done to him, by dragging Papyrus across its chest fluff.

Instead, the Monster embraced Papyrus so tightly that it had his arms perfectly pinned down to his sides, leaving him unable to move. Papyrus opened his mouth to protest, but instead what escaped him was a series of hysterical shrieks and giggling.

With its soft teeth, the Monster began to nibble along Papyrus's collar bone. Somehow managing to get just under his scarf to reach the sensitive spot.

"NYAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAA!!" Papyrus screamed, frantically wriggling around in its grasp. "NOHOHOHOHOHO!! PLEHEHEHEASE!! MEHEHEHERCY—HEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!"

It was bad enough feeling the soft nibbling teeth as it gingerly explored his neck and collarbone. But the Monster's long whiskers and rabbit-like nose brushing against his skull and ear canals was quickly becoming overwhelming.

"NYAHAHAHAA!! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!! AHAHAHAHA!!" As tears formed in his sockets, Papyrus gave Sans a desperate look, frenzied with hysteria. "SAHAHAHAHAAANS!! WH-WHY-HEEEHEEHEEHEE!! WHY DIHIHID YOU HAHAHAVE TO PULL ME INTOHOHO THIHIHIHIS?!? AAAHAHAHA!!"

Sans groaned through his laughter; clearly Papyrus wasn't quite ready to give up the argument yet. But thinking about it, Sans was beginning to wish that he hadn't yanked on his brother's scarf. At least then one of them would be free.

Then it hit him … the scarf!

The way the Monster was going after Papyrus's neck made his long red scarf start to droop down. If Sans could just reach it again! He twisted onto his front, allowing the Monster's tails to go after the back of his ribs and spine. Fighting the unending tickles, he crawled towards Papyrus, finding less resistance than when he had been pinned by the claws.

He reached up towards his brother's scarf, momentarily withdrawing when he felt a tail wriggling under his arm. As Papyrus let out another squeal of distress, Sans sucked in a shaking breath, trying his best to block out the tickling tail under his arm. Sans practically dove for the scarf, yanking it off of Papyrus's neck, leaving him open to more nibbles for the Monster.

"NYAAAAHAHAHAAA!!" Papyrus cachinnated in a blind panic. "SAHAHAHAHANS, NOHOHOHO!! WHAT ARE YOU DOHOHOHOING?!"

Sans didn't respond, save for a few more chuckles that the tails forced out of him. Doing his best to sit up onto his knees, the skeleton rolled up the tattered scarf and tossed it into the Monster's face. The scarf unfolded as it flew through the air, until it completely unfurled over the Monster's eyes, blinding it.

The Monster gave a startled roar, dropping Papyrus and reaching frantically for its face. Papyrus hit the ground with a loud ‘THUD’. Wasting no time to collect himself, he scrambled to his feet running for Sans.

"COME ON! LET'S GO!"

Papyrus reached for Sans to yank him up from the ground, but found that the Monster's tails had bristled up and still had him tangled. Thinking fast, Sans twisted and turned slipping out of his jacket, which was easy to do since the tails were now frozen in place. Papyrus pulled Sans up onto his feet as the two of them made a break for it.

The Monster grunted and growled trying to get the scarf off of its face. Finding it not to be such an easy task with such stubby arms. It eventually shook its head around so much that it was able to fling the scarf off of its face. It looked down, expecting to see Sans still trapped under its enormous tails, but let out an aggravated snarl when it saw only his blue jacket left behind.

Both brothers let out a horrified gasp when they heard the Monster's loud roar coming from where they had left it. They knew it wouldn't be long before it would start to come after them.

"SANS!" Papyrus yelled. "WHAT DO WE DO?! WHERE DO WE GO?!"

Breathing heavily, Sans looked ahead to tell if he could still see the dirt path up ahead. He pointed towards it once it came into view.

"There!" he panted. "Go there! We have to get out of this forest!"

Not long after he said that, the loud thumping of the Monster's footsteps could be heard coming after them. They had managed to run a good distance away before it noticed them missing, but they both knew with its enormous size, it wouldn't be long before it would catch up to them.

Papyrus, having longer legs and a better stamina for running, grabbed Sans by the wrist. Sans nearly stumbled and was practically leaping through the air to keep up with him, but was grateful that they were steadily keeping the same distance away from the rampaging creature.

They reached the dirt road and followed it around a sharp corner, both of them stopped so suddenly they nearly fell over onto the gravel. The road led directly to a cliff, had they continued on their frantic jog, they would have fallen over into the abyss below.

Looking closer, Sans could tell that this cliff was actually a ravine, and on the other side of this gigantic gap in the ground was more land. Not just that, just a few yards from the opposite edge of the cliff stood a tall house, at least four stories high and ancient-looking. Glancing at Papyrus, Sans could tell that he had seen it too.

Another loud roar from the Monster snapped them out of their gaze, and even more panic ran through their bones. They knew that taking refuge in a place like that was practically their only option. They desperately started looking around for any solution that would help them reach it.

"Sans! Look!" Papyrus gasped pointing off to the right.

Sans's Soul sank. Papyrus was pointing to a rope bridge that strung over the ravine. The distance between the bridge and the ground below was enough to make Sans shake like a leaf. He did not do heights.

Sans's aimless staring at the rope bridge caused Papyrus to regain his attention by shaking his shoulder.

"Sans!" he yelled. "Come on, we have to go!"

Sans had no time to protest as he was, once again, yanked up by his brother and running towards the rickety bridge.

Papyrus stepped onto the bridge with no problem, but Sans was hesitant as he gingerly stepped onto the first board. He held onto the rope railing so tightly, it hurt his fingers.

"Sans, come on!" Papyrus urged frantically.

Sans held his breath, his Soul was pounding so hard he thought it might explode out of his chest.

"Sans, just don't look down!" Papyrus tried to sound supportive, but the panic in his tone was doing anything but helping.

Sans, meanwhile, couldn't look anywhere but down. His sockets were hopelessly glued to the ground the more he inched onto the next board in front of him.

Another loud roar shattered the eerie silence. Both brothers turned to see the Monster having emerged from the forest and followed the dirt road to find them. Its expression, though still adorable, was now one of anger and deep-seated hunger. It looked at them menacingly and slowly started approaching the rope bridge.

Both brothers let out a horrified scream. Knowing that if the creature got it in its head to step onto this rickety old bridge, there'd be no way it could hold them all up.

Refusing to think about it anymore, Sans grabbed hold of Papyrus's hand and the two of them ran like the wind across the bridge. Sans couldn't stop screaming as he felt the structure starting to gently sway back and forth across the sky. Halfway across he dared to look behind them, seeing the Monster eyeing the bridge and deciding whether or not it was going to follow them.

Faster and faster they ran, feeling every creak and sway of the bridge as their footsteps pounded into it. They were almost there, just one more leap and they would be on the other end.

The bridge gave a harsh and sudden jerk, causing both brothers to scream in terror as they fell to the boards below them. They looked back to see the Monster having stepped onto the bridge. It was stepping lightly, so as not to fall. But the weight of the bridge looked to be greatly buckling.

Sans and Papyrus scrambled to their feet and dove for the other end. Just barely making it, they crashed hard onto their knees. Ignoring the ache in their legs, they raced for the old house.

They could still hear the eerie creaking sound of the Monster slowly making its way across the bridge as they scrambled up to the steps of the house.

They frantically pounded on the door, screaming for help and trying to look through the windows to see if anyone was home. The inside of the windows were completely dark and covered with cobwebs. From what little Papyrus could see, it looked to be abandoned. Sans tugged on the doorknob, but it didn't budge. Twisting and turning and pulling with all his might until finally he felt a small click.

The door flew open with a force that almost seemed to be done all on its own. The brothers didn't think about it, they ran inside slamming the door behind them.

They both rested their bodies against the door, breathing heavily. Sans was not fully calmed down from having run across that dangerous rope bridge, and he clutched his aching chest, trying to steady his breathing. Papyrus regained his composure a little bit faster than his brother and wearily opened his eyes to check on him.

"Are … you … alright?" he shakily asked.

Sans nodded, unable to speak just yet. It took a while for his breathing to stabilize and for his Soul to stop pounding so heavily. Once he had regained himself enough to speak, he glanced up at Papyrus.

"Okay," he sighed. "I'm thinking we stay put here until we're sure that it's safe. No Tickle Monsters, no scary plants, no crazy animals."

Sans reached up to the doorknob hoping to find a lock in order to keep any more adversaries out. To his surprise, there wasn't one. He came to the conclusion that this old house must not have been inhabited, and so the doorknob wasn't used to being used.

He also noticed that Papyrus was surprisingly quiet. He looked up to make sure he was okay. Papyrus wore an expression of utter anxiety as he stared out at the living space of the old house.

"Pap...?" Sans whispered. "Are you okay?"

Papyrus subtly shook his head. "Sans … are you sure we'll be safe here?" he asked, sounding nervous.

Sans finally took a moment to check out their surroundings. He could see why Papyrus was feeling so uneasy. Cautiously, he checked the doorknob again. He paused, shaking it vigorously.

"That's weird … why is it locked again?"

#Tickletober #Tickletober2024 #Undertale #LaughterLand Story #Sans #Papyrus

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whumpinthepot · 8 months ago

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Hamster Interactive Story

Chapter 12. Decision

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Content: Giant/tiny, tiny whump, pet trope/whump, kidnapping, cages, loss of mobility aid (prosthetic leg), solitary confinement (non descriptive), manipulation, power dynamics, fear, female cast

Ashley’s Pov

Poll winner: Let Hamster decide what to do with Soap Scrub.

ART, WRITING, AND POLL UNDER THE CUT

A row of ideas fills your mind on what to do with this pest. Just as you’re thinking of chucking the whole jar out, you look at your little girl's face. Hamster’s eyes are full of worried tears and it dawns on you to get her input on the matter.

Placing the jar with the tiny man inside in a different room, you return to converse with Hamster. Admittedly you sway the options in your favour when speaking to her. Picking her up, you wipe her tears and brush back her curly hair. “Do you want him gone sweet pea? I can get rid of him for you,” you roll the words slowly, “Or, would you like a new friend?” A careful smile spreads across your lips while you rub her back gently. “I think he could warm up to us. He could be a new model for our blog. Who knows, if we got rid of him he could get hurt again. He would be safer with us don’t you think?”

Hamster frowns slightly with pressed lips. You can only guess her worries and reassure her. “Don’t worry honey bunny, I would never let anyone hurt you. Ever. If he’s not nice we can make him go away after all.”

Hamster hums and then nods her head. She smiles some, and dare you say she’s starting to get excited by the idea. You give her a little kiss on the cheek and explain that it might take some time to become his friend. She’ll have to be patient with him. You also tell Hamster that she gets her cast taken off in the next few days, giving her more to look forward to.

Once that's settled, you go into the room where the pest was left alone. He’s there in the jar with his head slumped against the glass. He becomes alert when you get closer.

You rest your arms on the dresser with your face close to the jar to talk to him. “I know it was you who scared her before. Tell me what happened.”

The man reacts exactly how you want, and goes rigid. “I- I never hurt her. Ask her. When she fell off the counter a mouse was going to attack her, and I scared it off.”

“And then?” You raise a thin brow.

“And then, what? That's all that happened,” he defends quickly.

You watch him for a second as his eyes dart around, then break the news to him. “I’ve decided to keep you. It's that or I sell you and who knows what could happen to you then. I won’t hurt you as long as you never upset Hamster. M’kay?”

“You have to be kidding me…” Tears well up in his eyes and he cradles his bandaged hand. “Can’t we make some soft of deal? I- I can do what ever you want if you let me go after. Then you’ll never see me again, I swear.”

Furious, you pull the jar closer just to startle him, who does he think he is trying to negotiate as if he has any leeway. “That is the deal, little boy. You’ve caused a lot of stress to my pet, and now you’ll pay it back to her with nothing but kindness. Do that and I’ll make sure you’re comfortable, well fed, and I won't hurt you. If you don’t, well… I’ll sell you and who knows where you’ll end up. Snake food? Some kids live Barbie doll? Neglected, starved, forgotten in a tiny. Little. Jar?” You tap the glass with your long nail between words. “The choice is yours.”

The man is left speechless with his mouth gaped open and his hair sticking out everywhere. You take a second to breathe deeply to calm down. The thought that you're taking this overboard clouds over you - but he really did cause a good amount of grief for you last week. "So, tell me your name or I'll come up with one." You smile, feeling just slightly sadistic. "Maybe Rat, Pest, or maybe Hamster can choose."

“It’s Soap.” He chokes out in a tiny voice.

You snort at the strange name, but wild pets are usually an odd bunch so you don’t hound him on it.

“It's nice to meet you, Soap.”

The next few days you set things up as a precaution. Making sure there are no other wild pets in your home, getting Hamsters cast off, setting up an escape proof cage for Soap, and isolating him just enough for him to crave the company of yourself and Hamster. On the fifth day of leaving him in the dark alone, you enter the spare room to check in. He’s sulking, hidden under a toy that you’ve given him in his cage.

“Soap?” You use a softer tone than the last time you two spoke, “Are you ready to come out? What would you like to do?” You give him a few options to choose from and offer to give him his doll leg back if he cooperates.

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(Multiple options may be used depending on the top poll winners)

Thank you @alittlewhump for looking over my chapter <3

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aphroditesmoon · 2 years ago

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as strange as it seems

xavier thorpe x selkie!reader

summary: when your pelt was stolen from you as a joke during carnival night, xavier comes just in time to rescue you.

a/n: xavier warriors, I hear your call, I respond. anyways this is pretty much stupid and insane bcs I absolutely love selkies (they are basically seals that can turn into humans using their pelt) you can google if ur confused.

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There was nothing funny about this. You place your pelt by your side and the next thing you knew, it wasn't there.

A pelt is something very personal to a selkie, and everyone knew that, this went beyond a mere prank.

Now here you were transforming into a fucking seal in the woods alone because, of course there's no body of water near you to dive in.

This is fucking stupid, I have leaves stuck on me, I'm going to throw up, you gagged, which came out as a loud squeaking yelp.

Your angry internal seal monologue was interrupted as you hear loud footsteps running towards the woods.

You stay behind the tree as Rowan enters with Wednesday Addams following him.

It was bizarre what was going on, one moment she was trying to speak to him, and the next, he had her pinned on the tree.

You squeaked in fear, causing him to drop her, suprised. Their eyes glance at you behind the tree for a second before a largely built monster lunges at Rowan and devoured him.

Wednesday's movements only froze for seconds before she sped her way out, leaving you squeaking for help.

The monster's gigantic disgusting eyes stared right into your little sea-lion soul.

Hopping out of the woods was inefficient but also your only choice, so you hopped like a giant bunny as the monster attacks you from behind, grabbing you in one hand and ready to squish you into pieces as your eyes widen and you squeal for your life.

Your panic was halted as a small arrow shoots through his head, it wasn't strong enough to kill him, but enough for him to drop you.

"Stay away from her!" A voice you know too well, shouted from your right.

A wolf lunges at the monster, pushing him back, before a few more of them joins in the bloodbath.

You yelped as you feel hands pull you up to their chest, Xavier grips you to him as he runs out towards the fair, where Wednesday and Enid stands alongside Weems who was already phoning the police. Too much of this evidence can't be removed nor be denied.

She rushes Xavier to go back to the school and he obeys immediately with the other students.

You see him with your pelt slung on his shoulder before he rushes you two back.

The car ride was worse than almost being killed. The way he kept glancing at you, biting his lip from laughing, and immediately failing when you squeaked at him angrily.

"Im- sorry, it's just, I- I mean look at you -"

You squeaked again and slap his hand that tried to squish your slimy face.

Your boyfriend has a way of making you melt and also wanting to shove his face in a bucket of acid.

But god you'd miss that face if it was ever ruined.

He insisted on you transforming when you've reached your dorm so he can carry you up and indulge watching you in your seal form whole repeating terrible seal pickup lines and receiving slaps on his face that he takes too easily for your liking.

When you finally get the opportunity to be back in your human skin and clean yourself from the dirt, you feel relief washing over you, despite your boyfriend's attempt to make you laugh, you were still in a state of shock.

Xavier's own fear was not subtle either, as much as he tries to hide it, and his insistence on sleeping in your dorm that night was only another confirmation.

You swore you'd see nightmares of the monster in your sleep that night, but wrapped in his arms and feeling him press a kiss on your forehead, you woke up the next day with nothing but him on your mind.

#wednesday netflix #xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier thorpe #wednesdays addams

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cariantha · 11 months ago

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Never Been Kissed

Book: Open Heart, Book 2 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: General Category: Fluff Word count: 1.8K Summary: Ethan helps Sawyer with one of her New Year’s resolutions. A/N: I woke up with this idea yesterday and hammered it out last night so I could post it in time for NYE. Please forgive any errors. Happy New Year!🎉🪩🍾

Events/Prompts: • Participating in CFWC Holidays 2023 • Participating in Choices Flashfics Week #66 Prompts 🫤3: “How much worse could it get?” • Participating in Choices Holidays Winter 2023

Sawyer had never kissed anyone on New Year's Eve.

Every year, for as long as she could remember, she rang in the new year with her family. The tradition was due in part to the fact that it was also her father's birthday. Twelve years away at school, but she always returned home for the holidays, never missing the annual event. Even last year, her first in Boston, she was able to make it home. A trip made possible by the plane ticket Ethan had given her for Christmas, a generous thank-you gift for helping him with Naveen.

In recent years their family party grew to include significant others and their babies. Everyone had a special someone to kiss at midnight. Everyone but Sawyer.

When she broke the news to her parents that she was staying in Boston for New Years, there was disappointment on both ends of the line. A couple weeks had passed since she returned to work, and the medical leave she took to recuperate from the attack had already eaten up more time than she could afford. She couldn’t spare any more time away. Her parents were understanding, and Sawyer found a silver lining in that she finally had a special someone to kiss at midnight this year.

At least that was the case until she looked at her schedule a week later. Zaid accommodated her request for extra shifts, allowing her to make up clinic hours. But given that she worked a double on Christmas, she didn’t expect another on New Year’s Eve. She should have known better. It was one of the busiest nights of the year in the emergency department.

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After a quick coffee break at Derry’s, Ethan helped Sawyer put her coat back on. He took the cream colored beanie that she pulled from her pocket and fitted it over her head. “Nice bunny tail,” he said, gently swatting the giant cotton ball sewn to the top of her knit hat.

“Watch it, Mister, or you won’t be getting any of this tail for a while,” she turned and shook her rear end at him.

Just before they headed back inside the hospital, Sawyer squeezed his hand. “Sure you don’t want to volunteer and stay for another shift?” she asked, looking up at him with a puppy dog pout.

The first time Sawyer returned to work after the attack, with her landlord in tow, it had been a complete disaster. Though things had gone better this time around, Ethan kept an eye out for any signs of distress. She had her ups and downs, and he couldn't help but worry about her. "Is everything all right?"

“Yeah, it’s fine. You don’t need to worry. I promise,” she tried to assure him, sensing his concern. “I’m just going to miss you tonight, that’s all.”

Ethan could still feel something was off, but dropped it.

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It took him twice as long to get home with New Year’s revelers heading to their festivities around town. After a light dinner, a satisfying workout, and a long, hot shower, Ethan settled on his couch. The apartment suddenly felt too quiet, too empty. He missed his girlfriend. Since Sawyer began picking up double-shifts, they had not had a lot of time alone. Sure he got to see her at work. But it wasn’t the same as curling up together on the couch and talking about their day, or kissing whenever they felt like it, or waking up in each other’s arms.

Hoping it would provide some distraction, he turned on the television and watched the local news. When the weather segment began, Ethan grew bored. He reached for a book on the coffee table, finding Sawyer’s notebook underneath. He recognized it from their DT meetings, where she took meticulous notes and sometimes doodled during their brainstorming sessions. She must have forgotten it the last time she stayed over.

The way her mind worked fascinated him. She could be discussing the differences between apples and oranges when… Click! An idea would pop into her head to check their patient for uneven skin texture, giving her the lead needed to reach a successful diagnosis.

Curious to know her thoughts about their current, undiagnosed patient, Ethan picked up the notebook and flipped through the pages. They were filled with detailed notes from each of their team meetings. Random side notes littered the margins. Tacos or burritos? He chuckled, wondering if the question was part of a diagnostic brainstorm, or if she was just hungry at the time. Turning the page to a more recent entry, he found Sawyer’s notes from a meeting he conducted last week. Ethan had attempted to inspire the team by conducting a goal-setting exercise. He asked everyone to jot down a few professional and personal goals for the new year.

Several emotions washed over Ethan as he read her goals. She was cute as hell, but his heart broke a little knowing how much weight she still carried on her shoulders.

On the TV, the New Year’s Eve countdown now aired. A correspondent stood in front of a large crowd of people gathered in Times Square. “…And according to folklore, a kiss at midnight brings luck and strength to that relationship for the rest of the year. So, who will you be kissing when the clock strikes twelve?” Ethan looked down at her list again. Is that why she wanted me to stay tonight? Was that the reason she seemed so… disappointed?

A timer in the corner of the TV screen counted down the time to the famous ball drop. Forty minutes until midnight.

Ethan never paid any mind to superstitions. Thinking back to the events of the past two years, he thought to himself, “How much worse could it get?” He shuddered at the thought, bolting to his closet where he threw on a pair of jeans and a sweater, then slipped into his running shoes. He was not going to take any chances, and most importantly, he was intent on giving Sawyer whatever she desired. If she wanted a kiss at midnight, he would make it happen. Keys and jacket in hand, the door to his apartment slammed shut behind him.

Ethan stepped into the atrium and checked the clock behind the reception desk. Fifteen minutes until midnight.

He pushed through the doors of the emergency department a couple minutes later. It was eerily quiet. The calm before the storm. In about an hour, the waiting room would be packed with reckless and unfortunate party-goers. He didn’t see Sawyer anywhere, but wanting to confirm, Ethan inquired at the triage desk.

“Happy New Year, Dr. Ramsey,” the triage coordinator greeted.

“Happy New Year, Anabel. Have you seen Dr. Brooks?”

“About an hour ago? She mentioned trying to catch a quick nap before the midnight rush.”

“Thank you.”

Ethan made his way to the on-call room nearest the emergency room. When he opened the door, the beds were full of sleeping doctors, but Sawyer was not among them. After a quick peek in the cafeteria, he headed up to the Internal Medicine floor. The hallways were dim and quiet at this time of night. He checked all the obvious places. Staff lounge, empty. Resident locker room, empty. The on-call room was also empty, save for a pager that someone had left behind. Duh!

“Could you page Dr. Brooks, please?” he asked the nurse sitting behind the circular desk. Not a moment later, the pager in his hand started to vibrate.

Of course. He wondered if this was the universe mocking him for his skepticism.

Jan, the night supervisor, quietly exited the patient’s room behind him. “Hey kiddo, I thought you went home a few hours ago?” She noticed the pager in his hand. “Did someone page you?”

“Uh, no. Jan, I’m looking for Sawy- for Dr. Brooks? Have you seen her?” he asked.

“No, hon, but I’ve seen several folks making their way up to the helipad for the fireworks. Maybe she’s up there?”

Yes! She loves fireworks. Ethan looked at his wrist. Five minutes until midnight.

After thanking the nurses, he walked with purpose to the elevator bank and punched the up button. Come on, come on! Four minutes to midnight.

When he reached the seventh floor he jogged to the helipad entrance. The automatic glass doors slid open and a frigid gush of wind hit his face. With only the light of the helipad beacons, Ethan frantically scanned the gathered crowd. She’s not here. Dammit!

He checked the time again. Two minutes until midnight.

As he turned to head back inside, he noticed a large chunk of snow falling from above. It fell from a secluded section of the rooftop that few knew how to access. Naveen referred to it as “the bird’s nest.” He shared its location with Ethan, and in turn, Ethan shared it with Sawyer. It was a place they could go when they needed a minute of peace. To his surprise, he saw what appeared to be a snowball floating in midair. Wait… not a snowball. A bunny tail!

When he reached the stairwell, he glanced at his watch again. One minute until midnight.

Climbing the stairs three at a time, he quickly ascended two flights of stairs, bursting onto the ninth floor. Thankfully these hallways were lined mostly with administrative offices and were completely abandoned given the late hour. Sprinting to the end of the long hallway, Ethan pulled on a door marked “Authorized Personnel Only.” He launched himself through the dark doorway and blindly climbed another flight of stairs.

Just as his hand reached the door at the top of the staircase, he heard an explosion on the other side. Midnight.

Sawyer jumped when she heard the steel door crash against the stone exterior of the building. Turning around, she saw Ethan. Steam puffed from his mouth as he tried to catch his breath.

With the sky sparkling behind her, he grabbed the sides of her face, and crashed his lips onto hers. Once the urgency had subsided, he changed the angle and kissed her again. Deep and tender. When he pulled away to give his lungs a chance to expand, Sawyer could see the fireworks reflected in his eyes.

Tucked in his embrace, she smiled up at him. “What are you doing here?”

“Helping you keep your New Year’s resolutions.”

She looked at him confused. “Wait... how did you know about that?” She hadn’t remembered mentioning it to him, or anyone for that matter.

“You left your notebook at my apartment.” He reached into his pocket and handed her the pager. “You also left this in the on-call room.”

“Shit. Please don’t tell my boss.”

“You’ll have to silence me with another kiss,” he smirked.

“Well, if that's what it takes...” she laughed, standing on her tiptoes. She brushed her lips against his and whispered, “Happy New Year, Ethan.”

Before claiming her lips again, he whispered back, “Happy New Year, Rookie.”

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brucewaynehater101 · 6 months ago

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i'm not sure how much you know about fnaf but there are a couple au's relating to that i keep throwing around in my head involving tim.

tim, terrified of animatronics which he's seen get stuffed with dead bodies or used to actively murder children, gets caught by older cousins/friends/secret third option and put into an animatronic's mouth, which bites down and crushes his skull. he recovers with the help of the drake's friend william who owned the restaurant (and is the murderer killing children), but suffers night terrors. the drakes then offer to take him to the circus that's in town as per recommendation from their therapist and we all know how that goes.

now tim's triple traumatized and the drakes ask the help of william to take care of how tim's behaving, and he constructs the plot of fnaf 4, with giant haunting robots attacking him in his bedroom, to experiment around with tim while his parents are outside of the country, and any time he tries telling them the truth they chock it up to trauma.

eventually, william, as per fnaf lore, gets killed in a confrontation of the ghosts of the children he killed, stuffed in a golden bunny suit. without him the robots that haunt him are still active, but without william around there's nothing stopping him from leaving the house, encouraging his stalking habits and allowing him to see batman and robin in action. he becomes obsessed with them and he becomes robin and red robin and what not.

then he finds out that william is still alive in the suit, and is killing nightguards and experimenting with the other dead children, and he tries to stop him, first going to an underground storage facility to enact the plot of fnaf sister location, where at the end his internal organs get scooped out and his empty body used as a husk for the robots in the facility to escape.

eventually, tim's body decays and they leave, but tim is still alive somehow. now tim is undead, and is working on deconstructing the robots and ending the legacy of william, freeing the souls in the process. the entire time, the bats being ignorant to what he's doing until he kills himself in a fire with everything related to fazbear, william, and the robots.

i prefer the bats, and other heroes or villains, being there while the robots from the facility (ennard), leave red robin/tim drake's body. the cutscene from the game is 8 bit, but in essence he starts shaking, his eyes go black, his jaw unhinges and he falls flat to the floor as the entity leaves his body. he gets up eventually, but when could change the story alot.

i know some parts are vague but idk how much fnaf lore you know and it's an interesting idea even without full knowledge of the story of the fnaf games. just tim having an extreme traumatic experience as a child, viewing batman and robin's ability to overcome their experiences by working together and keeping gotham safe and thinking more highly of them because he associates them with freedom and nights of peace even though he doesn't sleep.

this is getting really long BUT every time bruce sends tim home tim has to face actual nightmare creatures trying to kill him with more broken or hurt limbs than he would have otherwise. and bruce just doesn't notice.

Fuck. I really don't know much about FNAF lore, so this was a bit of a wild ride (in a good way!). The only exposure I've had to FNAF is playing what I think was the first game (though I couldn't live past the second night) and one MHA fic. The fic was a very very interesting concept of Midoriya, before he went to UA, getting trapped in a virtual world by someone's quirk. He basically had to complete 7 horror games as if he was living through them. One of the games was FNAF (and the animatronics gain consciousness. It's freaky). I didn't finish the fic, but the concept was rad as hell.

I haven't read it, but there are also some FNAF fics with Tim and John Constantine.

I love how much your AU is torturing poor Tim. He doesn't get a break when he's done with Robin. He's got to continuously deal with all this shit and traumatize his family with the way he dies. I'm a little lost on the exact timeline here, but I'm vibing with the ideas

#dc comics #tim drake #dc universe #thank you for the ask!!!!#dc au #fnaf au

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soylent-crocodile · 8 months ago

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Vizzerdrix (Monster)

(Vizzerdrix by Dave Dorman)

(Behold, a late Easter AND an April Fool's Day special, all wrapped up in one not-so-fluffy bunny! I wanted to capture the idea of a puzzlingly high-value creature with no special effects and not as much combat capability as its peers, so I went with a mad genius. There's also just a couple of tropes here that I tend to avoid- or lean on- if you can spot them. Enjoy!)

CR16 CE Large Aberration HD25

Vizzerdrix are savage beings created by a mad wizard, ravenous beasts who tear apart any who meet their path. It is generally accepted that the vizzerdrix were the last creation of said wizard before being torn apart by vizzerdrix. Unfortunately for the world, her creations bred true, and now vizzerdrix can be found leaving swathes of blood and death in their path.

A vizzerdrix is a hybrid between a rabbit, a giant, and a piranha, creating a being with incredible intelligence, sharp claws, a craving for destruction and flesh, and big floppy rabbit ears. Vizzerdrix are among the most brilliant beings to exist, and use this to their advantage- they’re expert at evaluating threats, manipulating others, and devising cunning traps. Fortunately for a vizzerdrix’s enemies, they lack any particular abilities to put this brilliance to use, and without external help or tools, must fall back on ripping and tearing. This isn’t to say that a vizzerdrix has distaste for such combat- indeed, tearing other beings apart with their claws and incisors is the deepest pleasure a vizzerdrix can experience, and all their goals and conniving generally works to the end of getting a vizzerdrix a never-ending source of innocent victims to destroy.

Vizzerdrix are obligate carnivores, only able to digest animal flesh. Despite this, they have a deep craving for root vegetables, which give them incredible indigestion and, occasionally, food poisoning and intense gastric distress. It is suspected that this was a failsafe created by their master and the reason to include rabbit parts, as vizzerdrix will do anything for proper digestive aids that allow them to comfortably eat their favorite food.

This hulking, clawed beast has powerful human musculature, furless skin, and the head of an angry rabbit. Misc- CR16 CE Large Aberration HD25 Init:+8 Senses: Perception +27 Darkvision 60ft Stats- Str:28(+9) Dex:18(+4) Con:18(+4) Int:32(+11) Wis:9(-1) Cha:20(+5) BAB:+18/+13/+8/+3 Space:10ft Reach:10ft Defense- HP: AC:30(+4 Dexterity, +17 Deflection, -1 Size) Fort:+14 Ref:+12 Will:+17 CMD:39 Resist: Acid 20, Cold 20, Electricity 20, Fire 20 Immunity: Fear Special Defenses: DR5/Adamantine Offense- Bite +24(2d6+9), 2 Claw +25(1d8+9) CMB:+25 Speed:40ft Special Attacks: Rend (2 Claw, 2d8+14) Feats- Improved Initiative, Power Attack (-5/+10), Weapon Focus (Claw), Iron Will, Great Fortitude, Vital Strike, Combat Expertise, Improved Dirty Trick, Improved Disarm, Improved Trip, Greater Dirty Trick, Critical Focus Skills- Acrobatics +27, Climb +17, Escape Artist +32, Knowledge (Arcana, Dungeoneering, Engineering, Geography, Nature, Planes, Religion) +26, Knowledge (Local)* +29, Perception +27, Sense Motive +24, Spellcraft +39, Stealth +32, Survival +27, Swim +17, Use Magic Device +30 Spell-like Abilities- (Caster Level 20, Concentration +25) Dispel Magic /at-will Special Qualities- Ferocity Ecology- Environment- Forests, Swamps (Any) Languages- Common, Aklo, Abyssal, Draconic, Giant Organization- Solitary Treasure- None

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son1c · 2 years ago

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from within

falling stars fic masterpost

There were slot machines as far as the eye could see. Lined up in rows, the machines were either gold or pink, and they were all adorned with bats, hearts, or jewels.

The flashing lights enticed Sonic. He got closer to one of the machines and saw an animated waterfall of coins spilling down the LED screen. A big heart-shaped lever waited beside it, itching to be pulled.

FEELING LUCKY?

Sonic smirked at the text on the screen. It was sparkling, bold faced, and taunting.

Yeah, he was feeling lucky. How could he not be? He'd just landed a giant battleship on the roof of the casino like he was Bugs Bunny. Reaching for the lever, he got as far as wrapping his hand around it before he heard something that made him freeze up.

ONE IN EIGHT THOUSAND ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY-TWO.

Sonic let go of the lever. With a frown, he examined the slot machine, but it was just a regular, cabinet-shaped gambling box. He looked down the row of machines, searching for one that might've had a mouth to speak with, but found none. So he grabbed the lever again, and heard the odds for the machine repeat in his ears.

Then, Sonic heard someone snort behind him.

"My slots aren't free, you know," Rouge said. "If you want to play, you better pay!"

Sonic backed away from the machine, a little sheepishly. "Pass," he said. "There's no fun in knowin' the odds from the get-go. Kinda kills the thrill, if you ask me."

Rouge raised an eyebrow. She had no idea what he was talking about. "Of course, not everyone can be a winner. I'm running a casino, not a charity!"

Sonic shrugged. "Yeah, that tracks."

Sonic and Rouge turned away from the slot machines. They resumed their walk through the casino along with Shadow and Omega. Buggy trailed behind them, keeping close to Sonic's side as the hedgehog sniffed and his ears swiveled.

There was so much to see and hear and smell, it was a miracle Sonic didn't get dizzy from trying to take it all in.

Meanwhile, Shadow kept his eyes to the floor while they walked, the bright lights and upbeat, repetitive music from the machines grating on his nerves.

The group passed by more attractions: roulette tables, pachinko machines, and even a "test your strength"-style tower with a hammer and bell on top.

A group of jackals was gathered at the tower. They crowded around the base of the attraction, their black and white bodies creating a checkerboard of motion as they shook in anticipation. The tallest of them had grabbed the hammer, and was twirling it haughtily in his hand.

"You think you've seen true power?" the tall jackal asked with a smirk. "I'll grind my old high score to dust. I bet anything!"

The group of jackals erupted in a challenging roar. Their tails wagged as fast as the bets that flew from their mouths, excited at the prospect of betting against one of their own. Their voices faded as Sonic moved onward, but the THWAK of the hammer and subsequent ringing of the bell were loud enough to be heard from every corner of the casino.

Next on the list of attractions was a large circular bar. The polished marble counter glimmered under the hanging lights, and behind it, Sonic could see a wall of bottles filled with sparkling liquids of every color. They were arranged in rainbow order and looked incredibly expensive.

Buggy hopped up onto one of the bar stools and beeped, but Sonic shook his head.

"Yeah, I don't think so, bud," Sonic said. "Let's just stick to motor oil, 'kay?"

The motobug chittered dejectedly, but perked up when Sonic spun the bar stool for it before moving on.

While he walked, his claws clicked against the tile floor. After two trips through the Roboticizer, his gloves and shoes were shredded, the fabric hanging off his wrists and ankles in ragged strips. If this was a Mary Shelley story, she might've described him as looking like he'd been attacked by the Wolfman.

Luckily, Rouge had a solution for his wardrobe problem. After taking an elevator to the second floor of the casino, she fished a key out of her pocket, and unlocked a door marked with a clipart cutout of a magnifying glass. Then, she slipped the key back into her pocket and turned toward Sonic and Shadow.

"So, about the redecorating," she began with a pointed look at Sonic. "You'll be doing the majority of the work, since you're the one who made it a necessity in the first place. It's only fair, right? But I can't have you sprucing up my casino in those rags--what will my clientele think?"

Sonic blushed. "You can skip the digs," he said. "I get what you're sayin'. Can't get without givin', right? That's how you roll. If I want new threads, I'm gonna have to put in the work."

Rouge smiled. "I'm glad we understand each other."

The door swung open, revealing a room filled from floor to ceiling with clothes. Racks of ornate gowns, finely pressed suits, swimwear, and even plumber uniforms were hung up and carefully labeled. The pink wallpaper gave the closet a distinct Barbie DreamHouse vibe, and the fresh lemon scent made it smell like a laundromat.

When Sonic stepped into the room, he whistled. "Not a bad selection you got here, Rouge. But what's a casino need all these costumes for? There a theater around here somewhere?"

Shadow looked away from the locksmith's apron he had been examining. "They're disguises," he said. It wasn't a question.

Rouge clapped her hands in agreement. "Enough for every occasion!" she said, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "You won't get very far in my line of work without them. A treasure trove of outfits is a must for any good treasure hunter!"

With that, Rouge went over to the chest that was squeezed between a rack of spacesuits and overalls. She dug around inside, said a quiet "Ah ha!", and then popped her head back out, now holding something in her hand. Or rather, two somethings: little golden rings about the size of a silver dollar, which she tossed to Shadow.

He caught them instinctively. They were heavier than they looked, and when Shadow held them up to his face, he could see two letters etched into their sides: G.R.

"Pretty, aren't they?" Rouge asked. "They were paperweights for a set of dusty old documents. I couldn't leave them there to rot, it would've been criminal! I just had to pick them up as souvenirs." Souvenirs from the Ark, but Shadow didn't need to know that.

"I can't help but think there's more to them than meets the eye," Rouge added mysteriously. "With any luck, you'll be able to help me solve this mystery!"

Shadow rolled the rings between his fingers.

"It is as you said," Shadow murmured. "These are more than simple rings." He set one of the rings on his palm, and then held his hand out. To Rouge, he said, "Observe."

A flower of flame rose from the center of the ring.

"They're conduits," Shadow explained as the fire disappeared, leaving only a puff of white smoke behind. "For Chaos Energy. Where exactly did you find--?"

"MY EXTERIOR IS NOT SUITED FOR THESE PUNY OUTFITS," Omega interrupted, his loud mechanical voice barging into the conversation like it'd always been there. "IT IS TOO BROAD AND POWERFUL."

Buggy, now wearing a cowboy hat, beeped at him.

"DENIED, FODDER MODEL. A HAT WOULD NOT AID ME IN BATTLE."

The two robots were arguing in front of a row of shelves near the back wall of the closet. Props were piled high on the white wooden shelves, showcasing everything from sunny umbrellas to horror movie chainsaws. Buggy pointed at the props with one of its claws. Then, it beeped again.

Omega rotated his head. His shiny red eyes got even shinier and redder when he saw the chainsaw.

"RECALCULATING… AN EXCEPTION CAN BE MADE FOR THIS ACCESSORY."

Buggy chirped, but its victory was short lived.

"Not so fast, big guy," Rouge said. "This isn't a mall, and we're not here to shop. I need those weapons for my heists! Besides, I think you've got more than enough already."

"IMPOSSIBLE," Omega said passionately. "THIS UNIT'S ARSENAL ALWAYS HAS ROOM FOR MORE."

Rouge laughed. "In that case, I'll need to--ahem--acquire some more. I'm afraid my reserves have run quite low as of late..."

The bat reached around Omega and pulled open a drawer labeled EXTRAS. From it, she retreived a set of gloves and boots, which she folded under her arm. And then she nabbed one more pair of gloves before kicking the drawer shut with her shoe.

“Here you are, boys,” Rouge said as she handed the clothes to Sonic and Shadow. “These won’t win you any awards on the runway, but they’ll do.”

Sonic pulled off what was left of his old gloves with his teeth. When the shredded fabric fell to the floor, Buggy poked it with its claws. The new gloves were black with green insides, and after he put them on, Sonic flexed his fingers. The fabric was snug, but soft. Cool.

The boots were next, and they were just as black as the gloves. Sonic unwound the remnants of his old shoes from his ankles before pulling the new boots onto his feet. He was relieved at their height--knee-high, and tall enough to hide the scars wrapped around his knees.

Briefly, Sonic thought about asking Rouge if she had a spare jacket, but the question never left his mouth, because he knew if he asked it, he would have to tell her why he wanted it. And he wasn't willing to admit that his scars bothered him. So, he kept quiet.

Buggy scooped the scraps from Sonic’s old clothes into its claws before zipping out the door.

By the time it returned, now empty-handed and cowboy hat-less, everyone was back out in the hallway, and Rouge had locked the door to the closet. When she noticed the motobug, she frowned. Her eyes said, That better not have wound up on the floor somewhere.

Buggy returned her hard stare with an innocent look of its own.

For some reason, this didn’t fill her with confidence.

A short walk later, and the group was gathered outside the door to another room. The door was identical to the previous door, and it was at the end of a long hallway filled with doors that would've been gold medalists at a twinning competition, but despite all that, this wasn't the same room as before, or even another closet.

Rouge pointed at the door and explained that this was the casino's one and only guest room.

Now, you might think a building large enough to host a minor league baseball game would have more than one spare room, and normally you'd be right to think that. But in the world of FanFiction, there was always only one extra room. And since there were two sort-of-normal Mobians who needed a place to stay, they would have to share it.

Rouge opened the door to reveal a room that looked like the front cover of a Better Homes and Gardens magazine. There was a kitchenette, couch, bed, and balcony with glass doors and an overlooking view of Night Babylon.

Sonic immediately called dibs on the couch. It was white, rectangular, and springy enough that when he jumped onto it, he bounced back up like he'd just leaped onto a trampoline. Shadow watched him sink into the cushions with a small frown. Ten seconds later, Sonic was asleep.

Can't you take anything slow? Shadow thought. But he already knew the answer.

Then, Rouge and Omega left. Rouge had "business" elsewhere in the casino, and Omega was starting to get antsy from the lack of enemies to kill. They'd reconvene in the morning, but for now, Shadow was left alone with Sonic and Buggy.

But even with the three of them in the room, it was quiet. Buggy wasn't much for conversation, at least not with Shadow, who couldn't understand what it was saying. So, the little robot drove over to the couch, where it held the hand that Sonic was dangling off the cushions with one of its claws.

After a few seconds spent listening to the clock on the wall, Shadow let out a breath. Then, he remembered his burned hands, and the new gloves he still had yet to put on. So he stepped into the kitchenette and set the gloves down on the counter next to the sink.

Cleaning the dirt, blood, and hydraulic fluid from his fur stung. And when the dirty cocktail congealed with soap at the basin of the sink before slithering down the drain, Shadow watched it all disappear with a dour expression.

***

That night, Sonic had a nightmare.

In the nightmare, he was a Robian, and he was excited, because Doctor Eggman had just given him his first mission outside of Scrap Brain Base. It wasn't a supply run--no, it was much more important than that. Sonic was happy to have been trusted with something so big, and he hung onto every word the doctor said as he explained the plan to him, determined to get every little detail right.

It wouldn't be hard, Sonic thought. The plan was really simple. All he had to do was steal some big dumb rock. Easy.

A sickly sweet sense of determination filled Sonic's chest as Eggman gave him the coordinates for Angel Island. The feeling smothered the static in his head, and he stood rigid, at attention, waiting for the map to finish processing. When it did, Sonic took off like a speeding bullet, leaving Eggman standing in the lab with that same triumphant grin he always wore around Sonic.

Of course, Sonic was Doctor Eggman's fastest badnik, so he made it to Angel Island in record time. With his rocket boosters, he flew up to the floating island. The fire from his shoes burned the grass when he set foot upon it, but he didn't notice, since he was already running toward his target: the Master Emerald.

Flickies squawked in surprise when Sonic rushed past, his speed shaking the trees they were resting in. Next, he kicked up clouds of dust and sand as he blew through Sandopolis Zone. And then lava and water blurred together, but the heat and spray failed to slow him down.

All he cared about was making Doctor Eggman proud.

Finally, he reached the foot of the Master Emerald shrine. A set of stone stairs led up to the platform where the gemstone was resting, its polished surface glittering like a million green suns. Sonic took a step toward it. Then stopped.

The Robian jumped to the side.

A red echidna drove his fist into the ground where Sonic had just been standing.

The force of the impact blew a hole into the dirt and rattled Sonic's bolts, but his scanners were still able to identify the assailant as Knuckles the Echidna, guardian of the Master Emerald. Right over Knuckles' bowed head, a bit of text flashed that only Sonic could see.

[CLASSIFICATION: ENEMY.]

Knuckles' fury was evident even before he raised his head to glare at the intruder. With words so sharp they could've sliced through steel, the echidna growled, "Feeling lucky? You think just because [???]’s gone, you robo-punks can do whatever you want? Not on my island!”

Sonic grinned. Smoke began pouring from his shoes as his thrusters warmed up. “Let’s dance, knucklehead!”

Knuckles flinched.

Sonic charged.

Their fight was muddy inside of the wicked nightmare. Flashes of fur and steel glinted through the haze as Sonic fought his way up the steps and closer to the Master Emerald. Knuckles was tough, but slow. His punches carried the weight of his anger. Sonic could feel it coming off him in waves, and it made him laugh.

If Sonic wanted to, he could've grabbed the Master Emerald before the echidna had the chance to stop him. But then he wouldn't get to play with Knuckles anymore, and he had to admit, dodging his punches was kind of fun. So, he dragged the fight out for as long as he could, and by the time the two of them reached the top of the shrine, Knuckles was breathing hard, his brow slick with sweat.

"You're good," Sonic said, "but not that good."

Knuckles punched Sonic in the face. The hit made the Robian's head jerk to the side, and cracked his screen.

"You talk too much," Knuckles grumbled, shaking out his hand.

Sonic's eyes flickered. Alright, he thought. Back to work.

What happened next was muddied beyond recognition. The nightmare was getting more warped as it progressed, a long crack obfuscating the middle of the scene. Then, there was a loud CRACK! Dust fell from one of the pillars on the shrine platform before Knuckles, dazed, slid down it, holding his head and teetering.

Sonic brought his foot back down to the ground, the bottom of his shoe still glowing from the heat of his thrusters.

And then Sonic was standing right in front of the Master Emerald. He could see his reflection in its shiny green surface, but he was too focused on his mission to let the wrongness of it distract him. Had he been in a better headspace, the flickering, damaged screen on his face would've given him pause, but as he was now, it did nothing but fuel his determination, twisted though it may be.

He'd earn his repairs by bagging this ugly hunk of bedrock.

With both hands, Sonic reached out and grabbed the Master Emerald. Then, he froze.

A clear image, unblemished by his cracked screen, filled his mind. It was a figure. A hedgehog. It was shimmering, swathed in gold, and smiling. At first, it was small, but then it grew, changing over time, but never losing that confident smile.

It defeated a god made out of water.

It stopped a giant space lizard from destroying the Earth.

It was… him.

Trembling as the vision faded, Sonic looked again at his reflection in the Master Emerald, but it wasn't the same as before. There was no metal skin or glowing eyes. There was only a blue hedgehog, his ears pressed flat against his head, his eyes wide.

Sonic took a step back.

But Knuckles wouldn't let him run away. He had recovered from being punted into the pillar, and caught Sonic by the arm. Then, he flipped the Robian over his head and slammed him into the stone bricks at their feet.

Lights danced across Sonic's vision. His head was spinning, and he couldn't think straight. The mission--he had to… but what was…? He couldn't complete any thoughts when they crossed his mind. They hung, half-finished, as his engine shuddered and his exposed circuits sparked.

Knuckles let go of Sonic's arm. The sound of his namesakes cracking reached Sonic's audio processors.

The last thing Sonic heard before going offline was Knuckle's snarling voice.

"Who do you think you are, touching the Master Emerald like that?!"

#falling stars au #just a nightmare? or could it be something more? :)

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