#catfiend

[kidhellion]

hes just standing there... menacingly!!

[beetlestench]

crawl into yourself and stay there.

[worldsno1wizard]

Dangnyanropa

-Catfiend

the TRUTH kotaka didnt want people 2 know

[swordtit]

i just got a negative 3 percent relationship with mortum just now

[readhandedtitties]

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[ameliadraws135]

Catfiend & Dogpressed are from Eggrito!

[silvery-bluish]

34 w/ arisone :) for the whump prompt

prompts from here

trips. falls. catfiend fight fallout spills out of my arms.

Contents: 34 - "You promised not to leave." In the immediate aftermath of that one time Ricardo tried to solo the Catastrofiend.

Wordcount: 852

Relationships: Chargestep, ft Arsinoe. But this is TECHNICALLY in the limbo of them having kissed but not talked about it for like a year.

Warnings: Blood? Gore implied, but I don't go too hard on the descriptions of it.

There's blood on their hands. It's not something they think they'll ever get used to, something they can't stand the thought of getting used to, bright red. Like spilled paint. Never getting used to the feeling of holding someone's organs into their body, of pleading with deities they don't even believe in, anyone who will listen, that help will get there faster.

"D'd you see me?" Ricardo asks, and they almost laugh, because only he'd be worried about if they saw him fighting some…thing. Terrorbeast, creature, monster, they don't understand the Catastrofiend and it frightens them. Slick, sticky mind.

"Yeah I saw you," they say, and he grins at them, slumped in the alleyway. There's red in his teeth. "Stick with me, okay? That was impressive, but that was dumb, Ricardo, you--" almost died, but they aren't sure if it's an almost, because this is bad. Sentinel in their ear, telling them it's just a couple more minutes. To hold on.

"Nowhere else I'd rather stick," Ricardo says, and then, "You hurt your hand?"

You're not supposed to get blood in someone's open wound, but it'd mostly cauterized, and they were clean last time they got their blood checked. "I'm fine," they say, "I'm not the one who decided to fight the Catastrofiend one-on-one, Ricardo, what the fuck."

"Wasn't one on one," he's stubborn, brow furrowing. Eyes fighting to focus on them. Blood loss. Not… good. "I knew you were working on something."

"I wasn't going to leave you," they say, almost offended. You don't leave a teammate behind. Even if he's doing something practically suicidal.

"Promise?" Lucidity back, for a moment, and they nod. How can they do anything else?

"Yeah," they say, and they mean it. Had meant it before, but they're freer now. They get to choose when they leave a situation. And they won't leave a teammate behind again.

He smiles, and leans against them. Fuck, it's bad if someone goes unconscious, if they lose too much blood? Grasp for remembered percentages-- most people can lose fourteen percent of their blood without many adverse side effects. Past that… most people don't survive losing forty percent. So. Somewhere between fifteen and forty percent, and that's all they've got. His heart beats a fevered pitch against them, they can feel his pulse because they've basically got their hands in his guts.

They still can't feel past the static to get a better bead on him, even now. Is he going unconscious, or just going quiet?

"Hey," they say, jostling him slightly. "Ricardo?"

"Hmm," he just hums against them. "Stay with me?"

"I said I would. You stay with me. Don't you dare die on me, Ricardo Ortega."

"Yeah, trying not to."

Prying words out of him is slow, and it's all they can do to keep themself from panicking. But if they panic, they can't help him. So they shut it down, shove it in a box they'll deal with later. Not now.

Eventually, hands pry him out of their arms, their hands out of his stomach. They almost punch one of them, too, almost bite, vicious clawing until they realize these people are here to help, dressed in their EMT uniforms. Maybe it really had only been a couple of minutes.

It felt longer.

They get Ricardo up on a stretcher, real gauze and real professionals saying panicked, half-comprehended things to each other in low tones as Arsinoe watches. Blood bag hooked up to his arm nearly as soon as they get Arsinoe clear. Ricardo blinks slow at them, and that's all that matters.

"You hurt too?" one of the paramedic asks, a young woman with cropped short hair and Ricardo's blood on her arm, from-- probably from having to pry them off him, really. They startle, hadn't thought any of them would talk to them. Sidestep doesn't do doctors. Sidestep doesn't do paramedics, either.

"I'll be fine," they say, brushing her off. It doesn't hurt. They can deal with it later.

"We need to go. Do you want to ride in with Charge, then?" she asks, and they do, is the thing. But the idea of locking themself in a box with medical professionals, and having to explain why they won't let them touch their injured hand, or why they won't go into the hospital itself. She's worried about their hand, wants the chance to get a better look at it, and they can't.

They know the paramedics don't want to cause them harm. They know that. But they can't make themself believe it, is the thing.

He's fighting them, some, enough to get the oxygen mask they strap to his face back off. Like he can sense them faltering in the doorway of the ambulance. "You promised not to leave," not as loud as he was probably trying to make it, but he's… not in great shape.

They steel themself. "Only as far as the hospital," they say, firmly, and when they climb in, him grasping to hold their bloody hand in his is almost enough to offset the slam of the metal doors behind them.

[sunsetno4]

Since it's on my mind, a few silly headcanons about whatever the fuck happened between Ortega and Ven (the early days). This is just silly nonsense since I'm in the mood to ramble aimlessly for a bit~~~

I always liked the parallel between Ortega and Sidestep's first kiss being almost dying during the Psychopathor fight, and the first time Ortega asking them out after they almost died during the Catastrofiend fight. Like I'm sure there were probably other close encounters inbetween, but that bone-chilling 'oh no' fear of failure and loss?

Them dying just feels fitting for a catalyst. Death, it spirals around them~~

My personal headcanon tho is like. Vendetta sincerely enjoys flirting with people. Ne finds the banter fun and funny, but it's just that to nem: banter. Ne never realizes that there might be actual ~feelings~ involved between nem and Ortega until that kiss. Because the idea was so laughable to nem. Who would want to kiss someone so abrasive and nameless? Who would want to kiss a Re-Gene?

Ne is also demi, so nir actual feelings were kinda not super active. Ne was like '@_@!!!' over the kiss. Blue screened, big time, in that 'what is this?????' way.

And I'm sure Ortega was equally '@__@!!!!' over her own bi panic after that kiss. So, like they never addressed it. For a year. As everyone around them was just judging the fuck out of them.

The flirting slowly picks back up, because it them and they're idiots and getting back to the old status quo is better than the awkward not-addressing. They get closer, Vendetta still refuses to show nir face fully. But there's pieces and half-faces and they're lovely~ To Ortega~ Who Very Much Like 'FRIENDS. THAT'S ALL. GO US. :)!' As she's dating everyone to distract herself.

….and sometimes kissing Ven too. As Friends. Friends Can Kiss, Why Not? It's fun, and they were drunk. Totally cool.

And then, Catastrofiend fight happens. And it's Ortega who almost dies. On Vendetta's watch. Who is Just Filled with Overwhelming 'Do Not Touch Her' levels of possession when the Catfiend shish kebabs Ortega. Because like, Ortega is Theirs. But, also …gross. Ven honestly hates that feeling, on many levels. And anyways! There's no time to address that while Ortega's guts are, you know, everywhere. Blood too. It's better to Not Think about feelings at all, just save your friend! Go, go, go~

Buuuuuuuut, that feeling is still there. Circling. Around. Friends can kiss, but— And Vendetta refuses to let the thought go any further. Pointless, worthless, useless. Not gonna think about maybes, not gonna happen!

Buuuuuuuut, also, maybe? Ne could trust Ortega? With something else?

Like nir face, full face, unmasked? She is injured so Vendetta can definitely outrun her in the worst case scenario? Like, would the Farm put out secret danger want-ads? For nem? Not like 'there's this escaped Re-Gene, please send her back, xoxo, the Farm', but there's plenty of ways to spin a dangerous person (ha!). It feels like it would be in the realm of possibility at least, and the Rangers would probably know if that were the case, right?

There's always ways to rationalize fears. That's why it's been almost two years and Vendetta is still hiding. Half-lives are better than no lives.

But maybe saving someone from death is worth a quarter of a life? Maybe?

Because I just like the idea of Vendetta showing up to recovering Ortega's apartment with shitty food, Ortega can't cook with her guts all blah and Ven can't cook at all and Panzavecchia's has the best fries, soooooo. That's a kind thing to do, for a friend, yeah? Bring them food when they're down?

And ne nonchalantly takes off their mask while grabbing plates from the kitchen and just lets Ortega finally see nir face. Fully. Over a plate of microwaved fries. And it's just…

Ortega: :)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Vendetta: If you make a big deal out of this, I'm leaving. :l!!!!!!!!!!!!

While Ortega is trying to be cool and not super gleeful, while also running through a catalogue of people because Vendetta looks like someone, who was it again, it's downright uncanny. And Vendetta is fighting every paranoid 'she knows, she's gonna call the farm, LEAVE. NOW.' @________@!!!' urge inside of nemself.

Ne manages, barely. Almost loses all of nir nerves and just flat-out flees Los Diablos outright when ne finally leaves and Ortega doesn't try to plant a sloppy obnoxious kiss on nir forehead like she normally does.

Ortega is too distracted by the dueling thoughts of 'pretend to be cool' and 'why the fuck do you look like Hollow Ground?!' and misses the chance. She'll remember like an hour later and kick her over it. And then ask Vendetta out for the first time like a month later, because really. She really, really likes that stupid little shit. And ne is very cute too, but she's known this since like Day 56, long before their first kiss.

And Ven still says no to anything close to anything for like another solid year. Sorry, Ortega. u__u;

[autistic-sidestep]

hrmmm since im planning to draw catfiend for a very stupid shitpost i should probably look up what it looks like from the game

[phantasmaw]

Haven't been able to get this out of my head. Diagnosed catfiend.

[beetlestench]

the catfiend DES (she/her), chief medical officer aboard KUIPER-3, one of Oortland's reconnaissance vessels (currently stationed behind Pluto).

[swordtit]

i really like how tatsuya's run is going, i feel like i got a lot of stuff going on that doesnt happen in my other ones (mortum shot the catfiend at him for one) and also ortega just has.... no idea tatsuya is the villain, and chen 100% DOES. this polycule is keeping so many secrets from each other.

[readhandedtitties]

*catfiend hops on the counter top and steals mewre danganronpa opinions*

another steal for catfiend ;3c

CATFIEND! WELCOME BACK TO THE STORY. I HOPE YOU ENJOY OUR DANGANRONPA OPINIONS.

[kittlesandbugs]

How about joy, vision, scruff and burn?

Nothing for joy!

Vision got a bite on post-Catastrofiend fic! Pacing at the edge of your hearing halts, footsteps towards you, tan face fills your blurred vision. You blink to clear it.

Nothing for scruff! (... which is terrible, I like that word.)

Burn got a drink on the homecoming fic You'd just gone out for a drink, really. Not your fault these assholes looked at you wrong. Like you were beneath them.  Nothing. Too familiar.  Salt in unhealed, unseen wounds. It itched and crawled under your skin like angry ants, searching for any way out.  Any release. Maybe it was infectious. Maybe they felt it too, felt the burning need to start something. You'll end it.

[gencottraux]

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