#director epf

[nightgeist]

HAPPY 10 YEAR ANNIVERSARY TO OPERATION BLACKOUT LOL

Club penguin was a huge part of my childhood in general but Operation Blackout was such a massive event to my 10 year old self lol, I’d come home from school and rush to the computer in a frenzy to see what Herbert did next. The game went from a chill goofy social site to “the whole island is being taken over and your friends are being frozen so only you can stop it” and it was so fucking fun. You had to be there to get it. I remember the teaser with Gary’s glasses was a huge deal to me and those who I knew that played.

Good times. 

[duicepanque]

"Bask in his radiance!"

I drew this two years ago to commemorate the 10th anniversary of Operation: Blackout! I remember how excited 11 year old me, a self-proclaimed "Herbert follower" was to see him achieve something so big. This is what I imagined my penguin to look like during that time, in her "Polar Anti-Penguin Agency" uniform

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[evanpeters]

EVAN PETERS FILMOGRAPHY

EVAN PETERS as Randy in The Accomplice (Short 2017)

[savagium]

Happy (late) Halloween from the EPF!

[andresbravo2003]

A Work with Aunt Arctic (A CP Fan Comic)

Cast: Andres (Me) Aunt Arctic (She was also the Director of EPF but, Shh...)

[agent-atlas]

AHA THE SECOND PART GOOO! Yeah so not much changed between Atlas and Ace. They are the same people so uh.. this is mostly about their job as an EPF Agent. They have been an agent since the PSA. Even if the scouting out was weird. Uh this does include both DS games so I'll find a way to fit that into the lore. They are the EPF Generalist Lead. Or more accurately EPF Team leaders lead.. who takes on the Generalist lead role. Basically minus like Gary, they work Directly under the director. (Twice if you count the newspaper.) The pin on their bag is made specifically for all leads. The actual other members like any new recruits do have pins but the leads get a golden one with like, a specific colour per department. Since Atlas is the generalist they got grey. The outfit is actually one from the PSA, the vest was changed when they got one with an EPF logo on the back but otherwise, same outfit. The bag they have was originally a camping bag. But they never went camping so.. Items in the bag are: (Some aren't shown as I didn't want to draw them.)

Sleeping bag on the back

First Aid Kist

Both a PSA and EPF phone. They carry both just in case.

Flashlight - Despite the fact the cybernetic eye can see in the dark.. the other can't so its nice to have a flashlight

Taser.. To be fair Gary made it for them. Its called protection. Even if they are physically fit. They do not know how to fight properly so.

Makeshift grappling hook - "Ol' Reliable." - They had it since the PSA and never got rid of it. They don't mind the actual grappling hook. they just like it a lot.

Relations to other EPF agents: Director - Fine. ya know. Not much to say. Minus of course the fact that they work for both the newspaper and the EPF so she is their boss twice but- what can ya do New recruits (NOT THE LEADS) - Again, fine. They aren't the strictest boss in the world. Often times seen joking with newer recruits but, works work. Gary - ah Gary. The two are friends. In fact, Gary is the one who made Atlas the whole cyber eye. Usually they wore an eyepatch to cover the area but Gary made them that so they could still see. Atlas returned the favour by consistently buying him coffee. (That was before they joined the PSA.) Considering Gary is like, team dad. They have accidently called him Dad but like. It was a few times. Rookie - Definitely their favourite hands down. they will never admit it though. Cmon. You need someone to light up your life. and the two can make terrible puns to each other its amazing. JPG - Atlas once called him brother and now that stuck. But no really they view him as an older brother figure. He has kind of accepted it and now Atlas has an older brother. Unlike Gary the whole brother thing is intentional now. Also likes to gossip with him about others on the island. Dot - Gossiper number two. the three of them have formed a gossip circle. and thats mostly Dot who adds stuff to the groupchat. Mostly outside of that, the two are friends. Paige/PH - Again, friends both inside and outside of work. Atlas usually goes to Paige just to snuggle with the Elite puffles.. and steal popcorn for some reason she has popcorn. Yeah.. I don't know how to write relationships. they sound better in the head. But I'm pretty sure I can draw them better lol. Anyways, Atlas. Agent Ace. Other info:

has relentlesly bullied Herbert throughout most missions if I ever make comics or fanfiction about it you would see. They sass him a bunch.

... Yeah thats it. lol

Atlas - Outdoor

Well I figure. Make an oc. post about it. Actually make lore so. HERE WE GO!

HAZAH ATLAS Okay enough dramatics. Name: Atlas Age: Adult. Like.. 20-30.. (Im just assuming most of the mascots maybe like. minus Klutzy are adults so.) Gender: ... What are you a cop? (Non-Binary) Pronouns: They/Them Profession: Freelance Photographer, mostly for the paper. Yep. Nothing else. .. nah they are an EPF agent but I will get to that in the reblog

They own two puffles. Gear (He/Him): A small black puffle who wears a pair of like.. work goggles on his head. He's way more protective of Atlas and doesn't really like anyone's company SnowBall (He/Him): A small white puffle who is fluffy. He wears a small snowflake clip. He doesn't care who you are he wants attentions and loves all of you. Personality: Nice, kind. Can be a bit sassy if put to the test. uh.. a little violent. When you first meet them they are a little shy. But once you get to know them. OH BOY will they chat your ear off. Uh.. Other interesting info that is not relating to their job:

at least in a character ai thing I did their house has or will eventually collapse in on itself. - Before anyone asks. NO. No penguins nor puffles were harmed in the downing of a house. just scared.. and Atlas ran outside in not sutible pjs and was cold that was it lol.

Has chased someone with a jackhammer. Twice.

Short. Like... Most of the mascots are taller. I still don't have definite heights but Rory is like the only one who is their height I think. thats how I think right now

Definatley doesn't have a crush nope no way don't even think about it nope nonononononono-

the bow in their hair is a gift from Rory.

they have a cybernetic left eye. I know you can't see it yet you will. How they got it.. well.. Thats a story for another day. (It also explains the scar on their beak.)

[wintersoldierleo86]

I for one, would love to personally thank the EPF for their efforts in keeping our country safe from those that would threaten us. Can I please have your HQ’s address so I can shake your director’s hand? (And definitely not put open tuna cans in the ventilation system in his office ofc)

86: Hey, like, I dunno what you’re trying to get at. But I didn’t ever imply that you guys could know more about the EPF. I don’t get what you’re getting at here, but you need to back off with that kind of question.

[operation-cursed-sweet-tooth]

For JPG or PH: What's the best and the worst part of working on the EPF

I say this because well... we all have characteristics that we like and don't like being here at the agency

Best part…I guess I can say that would be getting to work at your own pace for most missions…getting to help out others and such… testing out gadgets sometimes within reason

Worst part- uhhh….Herbert is one of em…. Having those few stubborn penguins every once in a while who just refuse every attempt of help….even if they’re about to plummet off say a cliff- *grunt* then there’s dealing with specific puffles in their training room… I can handle my own puffle but man are these guys stubborn- hopefully we find another variant that’s easier to handle….

Lastly I guess I could say being stuck with some agents who just…either don’t know what their doing half the time or are so stubborn they won’t listen to direct orders from any of the higher ups- and that just puts me on edge since I never wanna see the director mad…

Hmmm…best part, puffles✨ anything to do with em aside from cleaning after them *laughs* but can’t help that part much

Worst part…seeing them fellas get hurt from things even by accident ….some agents really mishandle these fellas sometimes and it’s upsetting to watch…you can show and explain everything about the puffle to em and they still manage to mess it up- with Rookie it’s fine since like I’m sure he doesn’t mean it… but some penguins just don’t care- thankfully that doesn’t happen too often….

[epf-headcanons]

Soooo the olympics are almost over, but there's no way EPF would be out of it. Who do you guys think has the best chances to win in first place?

[agent-a-cpfancomic]

dfjhsjdhfjsd okay, this absolutely tracks- Herbert would just have the absolute worst time dealing with Quil during Operation Blackout. (Or just. In general.)

These are so awesome though- I love these!!

@agent-a-cpfancomic "get in the tube" edition!

Where Herbert really did choose the most "I dont care" penguin to try and test out his freeze tube

Quil: what are you trying to say?

Herbert: go here

Quil: in the tube?

Herbert: go in the tube

Quil: no

Quil just saying no to Herbert and somehow not getting frozen anyway for disobeying him is probably really on brand for Quil and Iove it XD

Father and son are ready to kill. Who is gonna die by their flippers first?

And the finale! Christmas EPF parties be like

Shawn: this drink is great!

Shawn an hour later: debt is the material form of the idea that we are guilty for existing

Also Shawn a few hours later: who wants to overthrow the EPF with me?

Anna in the bg: Shawn you're literally the director-

Shawn really parkours around subjects whenever he's at parties and he thrives for the chaos :D

[ask-carmenpondiego]

Chapter 18: The Devil in the Details

M paced around his room which was fairly sparse of furniture. He already burnt through a solid pack of cigarettes since returning from his test run of the chronoskimmer and was well into his second pack. He pulled out his phone and patched through to the main computer, 079 pulling its face up on the screen. “Oh wonderful. You managed to spread my reach to your tiny slip of a mobile device. Could you make it any more cramped in here?” M growled, “I will stuff your stuck up assface into an ipod shuffle or worse if you keep it up. I need to go over the schematics on where I went.” The ai sighed as if it had something pressing that it was being pulled away from. It didnt. 079 pulled up the data code from the testing, giving a strong impression of if it had a body, it would be checking a watch and tapping its foot. M poured over the info and triple checked the details. “Everything is fucking correct for this world’s info. What the fuck happened that lead to that?!” 079 swirled its hair into a turban and had images of fortune telling items around its face “You know, I would tell you but I’ll give a little trivia factoid instead: I actually cannot see into the future. I’m a computer, not a psychic. I don’t even have a clue on what you even saw.” Red letters spelling CANCELLED were stamped across the turbaned ai face before returning to normal, wiping away the letters with a digital rag. “Yer no fuckin help.” M tossed the phone onto his bed and opened his window, leaning on the sill. “Perhaps what you saw was not what you saw?” 079 called out, muffled since the screen was face down against the comforter. M’s tentacle reached over and set it upright. “Elaborate.” M looked over his shoulder at his phone. “What you saw in one perspective was perhaps not the full story and you may have missed some key points. Ultimately, time will only tell. Its unadvisable to return to a time that you already visited, much less a time where current you and other you occupy the same time space. Time paradoxes still exist, you know.” M hissed at it through gritted teeth, “Yes I know time paradoxes still fucking exist! But HOW do I fucking change the event if I don’t know what fucking causes it?!” The phone was silent for a moment, “I’m sorry, was that rhetorical? I can’t quite understand the fragile folly of organic semi-intelligent beings. You could just let it happen rather than attempt to fix it and possibly bring about the resulting event faster.” M hung his head and flicked the cigarette butt out the window, “How the hell do you figure that?”

“I don’t. Again, I’m just a computer. I don’t give one iota of interest in what you do. Anything you do is your own fault in itself. In your words: I don’t give a shit.”

M ran his dark hands through his orange hair, “I’m going to have to tell Red.. can I even tell Red?” He points to the phone accusingly, “You just had to tell me that any fucking action I take could make it fucking happen faster! Now I can’t even fucking warn anyone!” In a very bored flat tone, 079 replied, “Oh no. I warned you against possible consequences for your actions that may or may not happen. What ever shall I do?”

“Report this to the TVA director, this is exactly what they have been looking for.” A small time desk jockey was reading a print-out of the timeline, noticing a new unauthorized time jump. He handed the print-out to a passing official who nodded and took the file containing the report. A short trip down the hall the official knocked on the director’s door, and entered upon permission. The director reviewed the file and started dialing the phone next to them. On the other end, a gentleman in a dark grey suit answered, thick files littered his desk from the MIB, ACME, SCP Foundation, United Nations Global Occult Coalition (UNGOC), G.R.U. Division Psychotronics (GRU-P), Earth Protection Force (EPF), Department of External Security (DXS), Federal Bureau of Control (FBC), Federal Bureau of Intervention(FBI), Federal Investigation Bureau(FIB), Foundation for Law and Government(FLAG), International Affairs Agency(IAA), the Wander Society and various other Interpol including Canterlot Royal Guard and Equestria’s global protection unit, all involving Carmen Pondiego and her VILE team.

The gentleman added the Time Variance Authority (TVA) file to his stack. “I see and this new variance is the confirmed beginning to our little thief problem? Understood. …..No, no. We already have eyes and ears on the entire group…… Oh yes, we have our contingency plan all set and planted, we just need to knock that first domino to put a bit of pressure on the situation…. Yes, just keep an eye on that variance timeline and let me know of any further splits or deviance… No, no, Thank YOU, Director. May prosperity raine upon you. Good bye.” A second gentleman with an umbrella hanging on his arm by the hook, seemingly a lower rank, stood in front of him. “Sir? If it has been confirmed for the beginning of the situation, then shouldn’t we eliminate the entirety as soon as possible? I mean, look how many unnaturals she has under her power. The reports say she gains more within a year or so and so does her reach.” The man at the desk tidies up and stacks the files and sets them aside. “No. There is a small chance this is the one who will lose it all and becomes a regular citizen again. We need to see if this time skip triggers anything. We have the safeguards in place. They just need to have the nerve to do what is demanded of them if the time comes. For now, we wait and gather more evidence against this Carmen Pondiego and her VILE team.”

A small red jet circles and lands on a dusty dirt patch outside a fortress ruin on an island on a lake by the southside mountains of Siberia. The fortress, once called Por-Bazhyn, sat undisturbed for many a year, though it currently looked like it was all filled in with dirt. The jet opens to let out its passengers, a few agents and Carmen. They headed to the main entrance and stopped just shy of the opening. Carmen looks at the blueprints and looks at a smaller opening about three yards to the side, “This is where we would typically enter but there had been damage to the interior entranceway further in where it just gives us a dead end. We’ll need to divert to the servants entrance over there.”

Once inside, they descend multiple flights to underground caverns and tunnels. Using their map, the group makes their way through twists and mazes, finally getting to a small open room with a deep drop in the center, the other side of the room was a chest, the walls were rough chiseled and some carvings have been broken away by time. The drop was just large enough that even an olympic jumper could not simply jump across. There used to be a rope bridge but has since rotted away.

Carmen nodded to Kiros who sank his claws into the wall and tested the weight of the grip. He then scaled across the chasm, making slight hand and footholds with his claws and hooked a line at the halfway mark and continued to cross the rest of the way, securing the line with a large pillar. Carmen and Lekir hook up their harnesses and attached the safety line before following exactly where Kiros had set his claws. Slowly making their way across, the girls didnt dare look down, Ninoga, staying on the entrance side of the room, was able to look down and see sharp staligmites growing up from the bottom of the chasm. “Nothing like an old fashioned temple heist with deadly drop offs for hobbies, huh?” Carmen chuckled, breathing hard as she hasn’t rock climbed in quite a while. Lekir shook her head, “You and I have different views on hobbies, I swear..” Ninoga tilted his head, “I thought we were getting things for a cure for Waldo?”

“We are, I was just saying this harkens back to when I was doing this for fun.” Carmen clarified, reaching the ledge. Lekir followed close behind as Carmen opened her pack to grab the extra rope and harness sets. She walked to the chiseled out shelf that holds the chest and checks for traps before picking up the chest which was surprisingly light. She frowned as she placed it near the harness set she was going to wrap it in and looked at the lock. The remains of the lock were already breaking away in her gloved hand in a pile of rusty dust. Kiros peers over, “Whats wrong?” Carmen shakes her head, “Its lighter than I expected..” Lekir comes over, shining her flashlight over for extra light since the room was very dimly lit by their larger lights they brought. “Well, we know we aren’t looking for coins and jewels, maybe it only holds a jar or something?” Carmen wipes the dust off her glove with her pants and proceeds to open the chest. With a yelp from both girls, the chest snapped back with a large set of teeth and a tentacle like tongue. They managed to scramble back out of chomping range just in time to see a red electric bolt shoot the chest from the side, blasting it into the wall with a crunch. Ninoga had sent the blast and called over “You guys ok?! I didn’t hit you, did I?” Carmen was catching her breath as Lekir waved over, “We’re good! Thanks!” Kiros was picking the broken pieces of wood apart, finding some meaty bits. “Should we save some for M as a snack?” He chuckled. “He’s gonna be sour he missed out on this.” He searches a bit more before finding a small scroll. “Here, I found something in the deep center.” Carmen reached for it, inspecting the type of parchment. “This is hide… its a rabbit hide!” She laughed, “Its the rabbit in the chest! So this is already the next clue.. This is awesome. Let’s get this back to HQ so we can figure out the next stop.” The girls carefully made their way back across the wall, having the two dragon types as watchers in case one of them fell, they could hoist them back up easily. They both made it without incident, with Kiros packing away some of the meat before scaling the wall, taking up the equipment he had set for the safety line.

After packing up the climbing equipment, the team made their way out of the tunnels and chambers and back towards the jet. They were met by a small group of militarized officials standing between them and their escape ride. The officials carried old looking bladed weapons as well as rods and had armored horses. The horses suddenly charged at the Agents, making the four scatter. One of the officials threw what looked like a bolas towards Kiros to which Lekir slid in and deflected with an ice spear she created, sending the bolas right back at the official, making him fall off the horse. The horse was startled and started to run with the official’s leg still stuck in a stirrup. Ninoga sent two officials flying with a good tail swipe while the last had gotten off of his horse to fight Carmen with close hand to hand combat. That didnt last long since Kiros picked him up from behind, tossing him to the wall as Lekir sent a smear of ice to hold him there like glue. Carmen was only a little cut up but she confirmed with a smile, they still have the loot.

They all piled back into the jet and set off to HQ, a fifth official that held back out of sight had made a call, “They have escaped. We could not detain them. I am sorry but we have failed to secure the scroll…. Sir? Please we will not fail again.. please no!” The official started begging before dark green vivianite crystals rapidly grew and speared through his body at all angles, severing organs and leaving nothing but shreds of flesh and bones between the multitudes of shards.

When they returned, Carmen was holding her torn red coat and had some cuts on her arms and side. Wally rushed up to her and held her close, making her wince, “Oh my Light! I’m glad you’re ok! I heard over the coms you needed a med kit! Do you need a hospital?!” Carmen pried him off, chuckling, “Nothing I’m not used to. This is why we train. I just got a few scrapes from some bladed guards. I just need some antibacterial gel and gauze. Its nothing! I don’t think these will even scar up.” Lekir laughs, “She’s the squishy out of all of us technically!” She slaps Carmen’s plush ass as if to demonstrate her plushness. The mare blushes and sighs about needing to sew her fabric coat yet again.

Asta nudged Wally’s arm a bit and he perked up as he remembered. “Oh! While you were gone, I went ahead and got you something. They didn’t have your bright red but maybe you will like this darker scarlet shade.” He handed her a box to which she took to the dinner table. Opening it, she grinned and chuckled as she lifted a brand new leather coat, a sleeker, lighter weighted design and had custom pockets on the inner lining and in the sleeves. She tried it on, wincing slightly as she moved, but overall had it on and it had fit perfectly. It even had a split back where her tail was able to freely peek out. She popped the collar and laid it bad down with ease and stuck her hands in every pocket she could find. “This is beautiful!! Thank you so much!!” She wrapped her arms around Wally and kissed him deeply. “Asta helped me with the sizing. She had to raid your closet for the right size. Now sadly they didn’t have a hat to match, so its just the coat for now.” He confessed, but she chuckled and put her hat onto his head. “Hats can be another time. Those can be a tough find anyway. But this is wonderful, thank you…oh! We also have good news! The chest had the next clue in it so we can go right to the duck that will lead us to the eggs! We’re almost there! We almost have you cured!”

Wally’s smile fell a split second as a worried look flashed. “I’m sure we will before it gets too bad.” M hung back and watched everything like a hawk, looking for any sign of the cause of such hatred he had seen on future Carmen’s face. It bothered him more than he expected, he wanted to say he didn’t care much about any of this just like 079 clearly stated as its own opinion. What M did find was that he was more attached to the whole team but moreso Carmen. As they joked, one thing was right, the majority of the team could handle a bullet or two and heal the next day. But Carmen was full mortal flesh and blood, no special powers, she couldn’t even use regular unicorn magic. Yet she dove into dangerous situations all the time with no regard for her own safety, as if she were one of them regardless of all the planning she does to keep everyone safe during their missions. And that bothered him even more since his test run.

He watched as she patched herself up all carefree, he puffed on his cigarette as he broods. It gnawed at his thoughts, he severely wanted both to go back to the future to figure it out but knew 079 had a very glaring and valid point. He thought about slipping off to the mech lab to tinker a bit more on the pod, seeing if he can alter something so its just not a time machine. He needed a distraction and his previous conversation of traveling to other universes may prove to be just the right project to give him that distraction.

A distraction did come to him, just in the form he didn’t expect. Carmen’s waterbottle was clear glass, yet the liquid had the absolute faintest blue glow, easily missed by casual glances. Perhaps 079 was right with his perception. He just needed more proof. He slinked off towards Carmen’s office as she laughed and had happy conversations with the others. She opened the scroll and showed the others. “Lets see what this thing says.” She laid it out on the table next to the coat box and tilted her head. Everyone gathered around for a view. “Is it supposed to be mostly blank?” The hide was indeed mostly blank, the bottom had a mountain ridge and a river and sporadic spots on the upper part that were either ink or tiny holes burnt through with a few sketch lines dashed in going a single direction. Otherwise it was very blank.

“Perhaps its a type of morse code?” Kiros rubbed his chin, Asta shook her head, “No, that was invented in the Amareicas in the 1830’s. And its not cuneiform.. the holes almost look like star alignments yet I dont recognize the placements but the other dots aren’t stars.” Carmen looked up and saw that M wasn’t there. She excused herself and went to search for him, finding him in her office, searching drawers and shelves.

“M, what’s going on? You’ve barely been around and more moody than usual since working on the chronoskimmer.” She inquired, setting her bottle on her desk as he was searching underneath for hidden compartments. He peeked up with a glare and his eyes darted to the water bottle and back to her, “Nice, acting stupid and oblivious right to my fuckin face.” Carmen furrowed her brow and lowered her ears, “Excuse me? But I have absolutely no idea what the hell you are going on about and I deserve an explanation for your behavior!” He stands and leans on the desk between them and whips the bottle across the room, smashing it against the wall. “THAT is what is going on. You have been way too easy going when it comes to your own safety, your cycles have been more intense, your pain tolerance is way too fucking high for a normal fucking pony, and your water always has a familiar blue glow to it. You’ve been fucking microdosing that fucking zydrate this whole fucking time! Now tell me where the rest of it is so I can fucking destroy it, you fucking junkhead!” She snarled at him and slapped his face to which he snapped his hand out and gripped her hair, slamming her head to the desk, “Don’t you FUCKING act all offended. Now I don’t give a fuck what withdrawal you suffer. Tonight you get clean for good and you never get high again. If you don’t listen to me out of fuckin fear, then at least do the fuckin curtesy of telling my brother that your so called happiness is a fucking lie. Fuck knows he deserves to hear the fuckin truth.” He growled as she struggled against his grip on her head as he held her down. “I will NOT let you go down a drug bender and do something you fucking regret!” She blinks and stops struggling for a moment, “What did you say?” She asked. His voice had a hint of unusual worry that she had caught. “I said I will not let you..”

“Yeah I heard that but you sound like you know something I dont..” He lets her up and avoids looking at her both out of fury and confrontation. “I’m not telling you. You are not supposed to know.”

She rubbed her head and walked around the desk, gripping his arm to turn him towards her, “Fuck that, you don’t get to assault me, accuse me of being a brainless addict AND withhold important information from me! Now tell me what you know!” He growls and grips both her arms, squeezing one of the deep cuts by accident, making her yelp. “I FUCKING CAN’T.”

“Why the hell not?!”

“Because I don’t know what fucking causes it!”

“It can’t be that bad. We’ve dealt with pretty bad shit.”

He shakes her a bit, “I saw you fucking die, okay?! It’s that fucking bad!”

The color drains from her face and she steps back from his grip. “When.. how?”

He sighs and puts one hand on his hip, the other running through his hair stressfully. “Three years, shot in Times Square.”

She let the information sink in, both hands on her hips, looking at the floor. She sighs and nods after a few silent moments, “Okay. Luckily the future is not set in stone. Let’s ban Times Square from our destinations. I’ll secure those guns my sister gave as a gift into the vault, far back so its hard to get them. And I really wish you didn’t smash my water. That was the last of the zydrate I had and boy, I could sure use some after that bomb you just dropped.” She looked at him, all coldly somber and turned to walk out of her office and back to the rest of the team. “We need your help to crack the riddle on that hide we brought back. Clean up your mess and join us when you’re done. I’m going to ice this bump on my head now and pour myself a stiff drink.”

[jerrynpenguins]

If Aunt Arctic being revealed as the director in operation blackout blew my tiny mind as a kid then Franky being revealed as an EPF agent would have probably destroyed anything left there. affectionately of course.

[hiddenbunnie]

My headcannon appearance of Gary, basically a conception of what he would be like to me, what do you think? :3

🔵GARY'S PROFILE🔵 (All information is not canon, it's just a Headcannon)

Full Name: Gary The Gadget Guy

Age: 28 Years

Specie: Pinguin

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Demissexual

Color: Old Blue

Personality: Intelligent, Calm, Active, Friendly, Kind, Nervous, Shy, A little claustrophobic.

Position: EPF agent, Scientist, Technology Specialist, Inventor.

Friends With: Rookie, JPG, The Director, And Rebecca (Crush).

[halogalopaghost]

M.I.L.C.

read on AO3

WARNING: MUTANT MAYHEM SPOILERS

When the turtles came to, their first thought was danger.

Leo lifted his head and tried to blink away the blurry double vision. His right temple pounded in time with his heartbeat, ears ringing in the absence of sound. Donnie was on his right, Raph on his left, and the smear of orange beyond him must have been Mikey. Good, they hadn’t been separated.

“What…where are we?”

He tried to raise his hand to his head and met resistance in the form of a metal cuff over his wrist. He was upright, he began to realize, and only the shackles around his wrists, ankles, and middle were holding him up.

Raph must have had that epiphany about the same time, because he started thrashing against the restraints. “Hey! Hey, let us outta here!”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

They all stilled at the echoey voice. There were footsteps to go with it, somewhere beyond the bright halo of light beaming down on them. They all squinted into the darkness anyway.

“Who are you?” Leo called out. He tried not to let his voice waver too badly.

Leo’s back arched, as much as it could inside his shell, and his head reared back to slam into the cold metal behind him. He lost all control of his body, and he tasted something metallic in his mouth—like when Raph used to dare him to eat spare change they found beneath sidewalk grates. Everything went white.

When the pain eased into tingling numbness, he fell slack against the restraints. His chin dropped to his chest, and he gasped for air. He was only vaguely aware of his brothers calling his name.

“I’m okay,” he slurred. A drop of blood fell from his mouth to the sterile white floor.

“Rule number one: I’m the one asking questions here.” The footsteps rounded the machine behind them, slipping even further from view.

Raph struggled to turn further and see their captor, face twisted up in anger like they’d never seen before. “Hey! You better—” his voice was cut off by a breathless choke as he succumbed to the same writhing as Leo had.

It was electrocution, he realized. Whoever this guy was, he was electrocuting them like cattle.

Mikey struggled desperately, face twisted up like he was the one being electrocuted. “Stop! Stop it!”

Leo couldn’t do anything but watch as Mikey got his own dose. Donnie whimpered; too scared to speak, too scared to remain silent.

With three of four turtles just trying to catch their breath, the footsteps finally drew close enough to illuminate their captor.

He was tall, taller than any human they’d fought yet, wearing a suit so dark that he was almost camouflaged by the rest of the room. Only his white shirt and blood red tie stood out. He had slicked back hair, a cruel smile, and dark glasses over his eyes. In his hand was a remote with several unlabeled buttons, and his thumb hovered over it threateningly.

“Welcome to TCRI, creatures.”

“What’s—”

He raised the remote, and Leo flinched back instinctively.

“It’ll do you well to be silent unless you’re given express permission to talk. And don’t worry, you will be talking.” He clasped his hands behind his back and began pacing again. “It stands for The Techno-Cosmic Research Institute. I’m director of the EPF division—or Earth Protection Force, and I’ve been charged with extracting information from the four of you.”

The four brothers looked between each other. What information could they possibly have that the government would want?

“When your resolve crumbles and you begin to cry for mercy, you may call me Bishop.”

“Like chess,” Donnie mumbled. His brothers all shot him a sharp look.

Bishop either didn’t hear him, or chose to ignore him. Either way, he stopped pacing again and turned to face them. “Before we begin, you may ask one question each.”

Through a series of vague hand gestures, eyerolls, head tilts, and no small amount of teeth bared, the four of them came to the conclusion that Donnie would go first. He sighed at length.

“Uhh…if you’re studying cosmic technology, how come we’re here? Like, what do we have to do with this?”

They all cried out as Bishop’s finger came down on one of the buttons, and Donnie spasmed silently. His glasses slipped from his snout and fell to the floor, skittering off into the dark.

“Stop!”

“He was just clarifying!”

“Yeah he just does that, he didn’t mean to!”

Donnie wheezed, limp in his restraints and eyes rolling around in his head. He was the smallest of them all, he couldn’t take too much more of that. At the risk of their own health, they all murmured to him to try to revive him and get him to respond. He gave a weak thumbs-up and all three of them sagged with relief.

Bishop put a hand to his chin. “A bonded pack. Fascinating.”

“We’re brothers,” Raph asserted, chin held high with defiance, “and if you don’t stop picking on ‘em I’ll shove that remote so far up—”

Bishop turned away disinterestedly while Raph convulsed. It only lasted a moment. “And adolescent,” he sneered. He disappeared into the dark, only the sound of typing and the faint glow of a screen to hint at what he was doing.

Leo gathered himself up to speak, every muscle in his body tensed in anticipation of another shock. "Do we still get to ask our questions?"

There was a pause. "Yes. The red and orange ones may ask a question each. I assume you don't need me to advise caution after the purple one's display."

Leo's throat ached to tell this guy that they had names. They weren't just...animals! The knot of anxiety in his stomach only grew.

Raph stared into the dark as he considered his question. He had to make it matter, he had to ask something that Leo and Donnie would think of: something to do with…strategy, or something. There was only one pressing question in his mind though, and it kept pushing and pushing at him until he finally broke. “If we help you, are you gonna let us go?”

“That’s not up to me.”

His heart sank in his chest.

Mikey didn’t need to think about his question. “Can the others go if only one of us has the information?”

Bishop laughed. “Good try. You four are admirably loyal, I must admit, but no one is leaving this facility. Now, blue one, tell me your names and ages.”

Leo wanted to comply. His head ached, his muscles kept twitching sporadically, and his skin was already chafing against the cuffs. He was beyond sick of watching his brothers get hurt. More than anything, he was in over his head.

But when their dad looked the four of them in the eyes, each in turn, and asked who wanted to be in charge—who wanted to hold the safety of their family in the palm of his hand, he stepped up. He shouldered the burden, he was in charge of these bozos when they left the lair, not this Bishop guy.

“I will tell you everything and stay here, I won’t even try to escape, only if you let my brothers go home.”

There was a resounding silence, and for a triumphant moment, Leo thought Bishop was considering it. Then came the tempered sound of his footsteps on the tile, and he mounted the platform that held them with startling speed. Leo tried not to flinch when he came to stand toe-to-toe with him. From this close, he could see the dark, calculating eyes behind the glasses.

“Let me make one thing clear, creature. You disgust me. You’re an unnatural, ungodly sin against nature, and letting you roam free is an oversight that won’t be repeated. I do not bargain with your kind.” He took a step back and looked at them as a group. “From now on, your punishment will be carried out on your brothers. You may cry for mercy, but I am not a merciful man.”

Bishop turned and stepped off the platform, reaching into his pocket.

“No! Wait—” As Bishop retreated into the dark, all three of Leo’s brothers began to writhe. “Stop! Please, I’m sorry! Please,” his voice cracked and broke, then faded into nothing as his brothers’ bodies relaxed again.

“I’m sorry guys,” he whispered. Despite trying, he couldn’t hold back the hot tears on his face. His throat ached with the effort anyway. “We were wrong, we were so, so wrong about humans. I never should have let this go so far.”

“It’s not your fault,” Raph murmured shakily. “At least we’re here together.”

Bishop cleared his throat. “Names and ages.”

Leo supplied the information mechanically. Even though his brothers held the same head-hung-low, defeated posture, he couldn't help but feel like he was betraying them. He remembered just a few days ago when he'd told on them to Dad—he'd regretted it instantly, but that feeling was nothing compared to this. Dad would be so disappointed in him.

Would he ever even get to see his father again?

Bishop came strolling into the light again and Leo's fists clenched. Raph shook with anger and unspent energy beside him, just waiting for a chance, any chance, to get a shot in at this guy. For once, none of his brothers felt like that was a problem.

Bishop pinned them under his gaze, just staring for a long while. Mikey really started to feel antsy—he didn't like sitting still even when he wasn't stressed beyond belief.

"Where are the rest of the mutants?"

Oh shit, that was information they did actually know. Leo cast his gaze to the ground. Donnie always said he could read his expression like a book and this guy was sure to be able to do the same. A part of him wondered, if they told Bishop Superfly's plans, would he be able to stop them?

No, he couldn't risk it. Even though they might be a little genocidal, they were mutants. They were kind of like cousins. And if he gave up that information, they'd all end up in the very same situation.

"Well?"

Leo shook his head. "I don't know."

All three of his brothers jolted with a shock. Not enough to incapacitate them, rather, just enough to make them cry out.

He squeezed his eyes shut.

"Michelangelo. Perhaps you'd like to tell me where the mutants are."

"I ain't no snitch," he loudly declared.

The other three jolted.

"Tell 'em, Mikey!" Raph yelled. His voice echoed in the room.

Bishop snarled. All four of them writhed under another shock. He must be turning it up, it hurt worse every time he did it. How long could they really keep this up?

"My chest hurts," Donnie murmured.

"You can make this stop, Donatello. You have the power to save your brothers from this suffering. Just tell me where the other mutants are."

He met Bishop's gaze with a glare. "No way."

Leo winced, waiting for the shock, but it didn't come. He opened his eyes and watched Bishop instead step down from the platform and into the darkness. Leo didn't dare get too hopeful; no way was this over.

Bishop didn't disappoint. He brought back a small steel table and slammed it down in front of Donnie. They all cried out in unison as they caught sight of the garish surgical instruments.

"He's gonna dissect us!" Mikey wailed.

"Dude we're turtles, not frogs! Don't dissect us!" Raph redoubled his efforts to escape. With quarter-inch thick steel alloy cuffs around his wrists, it was pointless.

Bishop ran a hand across the tray, humming flatly to himself. He touched tweezers, scissors, forceps with long arms and serrated tips, scalpels with razor-sharp edges, pliers with odd angles, and a startling array of saws and longer knives. His hand passed over all of them and touched every one, the other hand held to his chin in contemplation. Each of the brothers held their breath.

His hand stilled over one tool in particular. He ran a finger down the length of it—all ten inches of saw-toothed blade—and held it up with reverence. It glinted in the light as he turned it.

"I'll have to cut through that tough shell of yours. A bit garish to start out with, but the bone saw will have to do."

Donnie’s eyes widened. “Wait—"

Bishop lunged forward and pressed the saw to the hollow of Donnie’s throat. His brothers cried out all at once, wordless shouts that couldn’t be contained even by the fear that their sounds would drive the saw further into him.

"Any one of you can stop this,” he growled. “Just tell me where the mutants are."

Donnie tried to wriggle further backwards into his prison, raising his chin while the blade pressed ever closer. A hint of a whine escaped his throat, and Bishop sneered.

A dry sob broke out of Leo's throat. He couldn't let his brothers die like this. He couldn’t, he couldn’t. He hoped they would forgive him as he drew a breath to speak.

The door slammed open, washing the room in a new column of light. Three figures stood, outlined by it, in the doorway. One was notably smaller.

"Bishop! What did I say about keeping them alive?"

He bared his teeth at Donnie, centimeters from his face with the saw still pressed into his throat.

Finally, it stopped. He backed away, and the turtles let out a collective sigh of relief unlike any other.

"Surely you don't need all four of them," Bishop monotoned.

The smaller figure broke away from the door and came to the edge of the platform. Now that there was more light, they could see more of the room. There wasn't much to see, just the door in front of them and a couple of control panels built into it. The giant glass jar entirely escaped their notice.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I do." The woman looked older than Bishop, with short hair and a tight-lipped mouth that reminded them of every cranky teacher they'd ever seen in a movie. "Every drop of their blood is like gold, Bishop. Do you understand the value of gold?"

(As they spoke, Donnie's breathing escalated until his chest heaved and he started to wheeze.)

Stiff as a board, he ground out a yes ma'am.

(Leo and Raph tried to comfort him and get him to breathe steadily, Mikey strained just to see him.)

"Very good. Now get your things out of my way, we will begin the process."

"They haven't given us any information!" Even with his voice raised, the tone was even and emotionless.

The woman paused. "There is plenty of time for that yet."

Without another word, Bishop and his tray of nightmare fuel disappeared into the dark for good.

Leo leaned forward and put on his most innocent I-didn’t-eat-the-last-hotpocket face. “Uh, ma’am, you seem a lot more…reasonable than Mr. Bishop—is that a name or a title? It doesn’t matter. It's just that there's something we really gotta do or, like, the whole world—”

“Be silent! You do not speak.”

Leo’s heart dropped to his tail.

Donnie’s head snapped up, fire lighting up his tired eyes. He was still breathing heavily, and he looked paler than ever in the harsh light. “Look, lady! I don’t know what you want from us, or why you talk so scary, but we shouldn’t be here! There’s a fly monster out there—”

“CLEARLY,” she yelled over Donnie, “Bishop was not very clear on who is in charge here.” She pressed the button on her own remote and Donnie screamed.

Donnie had a pretty girly scream to begin with, his brothers were always eager to point that out whenever they could. And he did it often! He screamed just last week about the sai in his leg (which was an accident), but it didn’t make their blood run cold like this one. He panted, shaking all over and staring hard at the ground. Leo silently begged him to keep his mouth shut.

“I will do the talking, understood? I am Cynthia Utrom, and you are my property.”

Leo whipped around to face her. “What do you mean, ‘your prop—?”

It was his turn to scream. This time, he could feel the electricity go through him. It started at his left wrist and traveled through his body, knotting up his lungs and stomach and everything else important in there, and shot out his right foot. Ripples of pain followed the initial shock as his muscles kept spasming long after it was over.

Cynthia Utrom knelt at the base of the structure and picked something up. It was Donnie’s glasses. She wiped off the lenses before placing them on his snout. “I will use you to complete our glorious work. You were created with my mutagen, you see, which makes you my property. Now that I have you back, I will use your blood to create a stable mutagen.”

She paced in front of them, not unlike Bishop. Instead of holding her hands behind her back, she held a tablet in front of her, and instead of proud shoulders, she had a crazed look.

“And with that mutagen, I will create an army of super-soldiers, the likes of which this world has never seen! It will be magnificent. This machine, you probably wonder what it does, yes? Meet your undoing, the Mutagen Intravascular Labilising Centrifuge!”

Mikey frowned, brows drawn together as he mouthed the words to himself a couple times. He totally zoned out and didn’t hear anything else from her grand speech as he worked out the problem in his mind.

“Is that bad?” Raph whispered.

Donnie nodded. “Yeah. Yeah that’s bad.”

“It is a beast of my own design, made to siphon the mutagen out of your blood until there is nothing left, and you are nothing but piddly little turtles to be flushed down the toilet!” She grinned to herself.

“M-I-L… Guys!” Mikey shouted. “Guys, Dad was right! It’s a MILC machine!” He slumped against the metal behind him. The MILCing machine behind him and wailed a wordless lament. If, by some divine chance, they actually managed to live through this, he was sure their dad was going to kill them.

“Begin the process!” Without another word, Cynthia Utrom stalked out of the room.

They all panicked as the machine behind them whirred to life. Something inside there was spinning real fast.

“Donnie!” Raph yelled. “What’s happening?”

“The M is self-explanatory! The I means she’s gonna do something to our blood, and the C is for centrifuge, which spins really fast!”

“What’s the L for?” Mikey shouted.

“I have no idea!”

The restraints around their middle suddenly tightened until their shells hit the wall behind them, leaving absolutely no wiggle room. There was another whirring sound, but higher pitched. Almost like Bishop’s bone saw, or…or Donnie’s power drill.

“What’s— AGH!”

Something sharp pierced the back of Leo’s shell, and he started breathing a little too fast. His hands clenched and unclenched as it burrowed into the uppermost layer with very little sensation. Uncomfortable, but bearable. And then it broke into the interior of the shell, and all he knew was agony.

Leo would later wonder how someone could turn their back on a room full of suffering teenagers. Later on, when he joked about this with his brothers, he would realize that it was kind of fucked up, and he really didn’t like joking about it. When the hole bored in their shells by this machine finally, finally healed over so many years later, they would sit in silence knowing that there was no more proof of their pain.

But in that moment, he was dying. He was certain of it. No one could be in this amount of pain and live. His ears rang and filled with the pounding of blood and whirr of the drill. He could barely hear his brothers over his own pleas and cries. And then he died.

  He woke up in the restraints for a second time, and noted with some confusion that he had not, in fact, died. The pain in his shell was still piercing, but more manageable, and there wasn’t a drop of blood around his feet. It was all…somewhere else.

“Leo! Dude, we were starting to think you weren’t gonna wake up!” Mikey sounded on the verge of tears.

“Are you guys okay?” His own voice came out warbled and hoarse from the yelling.

"No!" Mikey yelled. "We're getting MILCed!"

“How long was I out?”

“Not very long,” Donnie said. “But enough for that.” He nodded toward the wall in front of them, where a glass vat was quickly filling with green ooze. Exactly the same way he’d always imagined it would look.

“I’m gonna be sick,” he groaned, hanging his head limp. He breathed deep and thought back to some of the de-stressing meditation exercises on his youtube playlist. Breathe, count, release, count, again.

“This is it,” Raph said lowly. “This is how it’s gonna end. Getting MILCed to death in a lab.”

“It’s not gonna kill us,” Donnie pointed out, “we’re just going to revert back to our unmutated forms. Maybe if we’re lucky we won’t remember being…us.”

Mikey chuckled suddenly. “This is just like that thing, man. Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

They all laughed a little, even though the jostling hurt. A hush fell over the room, only the spinning of the centrifuge to keep them company.

“I can’t believe April just left us.”

“Maybe…she just had some errands to run,” Mikey said.

“Classic Leo. You got suckered, bro. We all did.” Raph wished he could give his brother a friendly shove or tuck him under his arm and shake him. He didn’t like words, he liked actions and hugs.

Donnie sighed. “We were stupid to think humans would like us. We shoulda listened to Dad.”

Raph leaned back and banged his head into the machine. “There’s gotta be a way out of here, right?”

Silence answered him.

“Right?”

“Raph…guys, I’m sorry.”

“Oh you cut that shit out right now,” Mikey said. “Don’t go robo-leader mode on us now, dude. I’ll kick your ass.”

Leo smiled. “Pretty empty threat.”

“I’m sure ghosts have asses.”

“Once again, we’re not going to die, we’re going to demutate.”

“Nerd,” Raph fired off.

“Puke-brains.”

“TikTok user.”

“Oh, coming from mister ‘I like your shoelaces’ himself!”

“Ouuugh!” Mikey exclaimed, interrupting very intentionally. “I—I can feel it! The turtley urges…returning! I wanna put arugula on my pizza!”

He got a symphony of boos to that one.

"You already put sardines on it, isn't that turtley enough?" Raph stuck his tongue out. "Eugh."

"I’ll have you know—!"

"Wait!" Leo shushed them. "Listen, listen, do you hear that?"

"The giant blood-sucking torture device?" Raph asked.

"No, listen." He tilted his head up and to the side, straining to hear the shuffling sounds above. It was possible that this was just a multi-floor building and there were people above them, but it almost sounded like...rats.

Or one very, very big rat.

They all cried out at once as Splinter dropped from the ceiling. "DAD!"

"Boys!” He briefly looked happy to see them, and then his eyebrows furrowed. “You are in so much trouble!”

Yeah, that was to be expected.

Watching him fight and take out all the guards was like a dream sequence. He moved from one side of the room to the other too fast to track, wielding odd weapons like desk chairs and clipboards. He kept one eye on the boys all the while, and they cheered him on.

“Dad—DAD, look out!”

He glanced toward Raphael at his warning, then back toward the large metal cabinet behind him. They all yelled as it came down on top of him, and silence fell over the room. Armed guards groaned and started to gather themselves.

The boys were too shocked to do anything but stare.

There was a thump and the cabinet shifted, and Mikey lifted his head with hope. The cabinet rattled a little more, and Donnie remembered how average rats could fit through a hole the size of a quarter. When he burst out of the cabinet’s back, wielding each one of their weapons, they cheered loud enough to startle the guards.

Armed with actual weaponry, Splinter made short work of the remaining guards. Leo winced as a guard took a katana blade to the face. That was not pretty.

Splinter smacked a control panel until, with a mechanical hiss, the rods in their shells retreated into the machine and the shackles all snapped open. All four of them fell bonelessly.

“Boys!” Splinter rushed to them. He went for Donnie first, only because he was closest, and helped him to sit propped against the machine before tending to the other three similarly.

Leo groaned and reached around to try touching the back of his shell. His fingers brushed over the edge of the hole—it was so much smaller than it felt like when it was drilling into him, maybe the width of a pencil. His fingers came back tinted with blood and green ooze in equal parts. His stomach roiled, and he nearly fell sideways again as he gagged.

Raph grabbed his shoulder before he could fall and pulled him tight against his chest, crushing him in a hug. By the time Leo blinked the stars out of his eyes, his father and other brothers had joined in. They sat in an aching, contented heap at the base of the machine for a moment. Mikey buried his face in his dad’s fur, hiding tears while Donnie stared into the middle distance.

“Are you boys okay?” Splinter pulled away and began to check them over for injuries, turning Raphael’s face this way and that before moving on to Mikey.

“We’re okay,” Mikey assured him, sniffling and smiling at the same time.

“You kicked those guys’ butts!” Raph yelled.

Leo carefully peeled himself away from Raph while they all talked over each other excitedly. He grabbed Donnie’s shell and turned him around so he could see the hole at his lower back, which was already crusting over with dried blood, then turned him again to press the side of his head to his chest. Yes, his heart was beating. Thank goodness.

“Leo! I’m okay, I promise!”

He pulled away and held him by the shoulders at arms’ length, searching him for any trace of a lie. He looked exhausted, and his mask was wet with tears, but he was okay. Actually…they all were.

“Come, come,” Splinter said, starting to gather them up to their feet. “Your human friend is waiting outside. We go before these men wake up, and I will shout at you out there.”

“April?” Leo yelped. “She came back?”

“Yes! Come on, we got to get out of this creepy place!”

Leo’s head buzzed as they clambered into ventilation shafts that Splinter used to enter the building. Maybe…if they could survive that…maybe they could do anything.

[the-rookinator-3000]

i'm going to assume someone else already sent this by now but just in case. rookie! :-)

its been so long. i still havent answered so FINALLY i got the motivation to. get ready.

🍕 > ROOKIE HCS BELOW!!! THESE ARE EXTREMELY BIASED

he has adhd NOW listen to me i actually did make an entire analysis of rookie's behavioural patterns once before but now it's probably all gone or i scrapped it but IT MADE. SENSE. OKAY and also this is about general hcs im not about to drop a whole analysis on rookie again

also maybe even autism but hmm not so sure abt that one

he uses he/him pronounce but also hes very much not cis do you get it

rookie is multilingual! the club penguin team would probably use this idea for like a one off joke because rookie is the comm lead and can speak different languages

rookie and flit are very close! they go on adventures a lot and flit takes a liking to rookie (i think i've said this beforehand? i dont remember) BUT ITS CUTE OKAY. IMAGINE A LITTLE MINISERIES WITH THEM!!! also its implied in one of rookie's new years quotes in the CPT that he has a puffle

both PH and dot call him "flit 2"

rookie's nickname is "rooks" and specifically dot, cadence and rory call him that. jpg has also called him that ONCE

(semi-canon) aunt arctic gives rookie leadership lessons! you know how rookie is the director of the future EPF right.. so more or less AA training him/bonding and stuff

also another thing is that AA and rookie are like family!!! not exactly family bc .. reasons but its like the found family trope! rookie goes to AA for advice and comfort often

(semi-canon?) rookie hates horror movies/he gets scared very easily

the rubber ducky is his comfort item!! he cant go anywhere without it! if anything bad happens to it rookie is just going to start sobbing on the spot. he also likes to lie saying that it's also his lucky item when he just likes it around him

(CANON) rookie keeps a diary! he likes to decorate them with tiny stickers as if it were his stamp book.

he also likes to draw suns on the pages to indicate his mood, the suns looking a lot like his signature

rookie and dot have a sibling relationship! dot is like a dependable older sister to rookie, the two are a very good duo! (its also very funny to think of the contrast of how sweet and understanding dot is to rookie and how ruthless and sassy she is to jpg...)

rookie is surprisingly very crafty!

rookie likes to draw, although canonically he isn't very good at drawing, he likes to draw regardless! it helps him pass the time

rookie is not fond of rory at all, he finds him kind of annoying. rory however thinks of rookie like his little brother, and likes to pester rookie a lot whenever rookie is nearby

rookie has no family. not explaining any further than that

rookie's igloo was kind of infected by the box dimension's weirdness, thus a lot of his igloo is basically just made of cardboard and is a lot bigger on the inside. however, the outside still remains the same! rookie's weird.. portal igloo

rookie and klutzy very much get along! and i also planned this one scenario where even herbert could sympathize with rookie but i digress thats for my mind only

rookie and dj maxx are friends! (mostly inspired by CPL and how dj maxx borrowed rookie's shirt... i cant believe rookie has so much red penguin rizz)

whenever rookie's mind is set on something, especially if it's something stupid like installing a game on the epf mainframe, he'll actually be able to do it, but will probably forget or just not explain well how he did it . do you get it

rookie is silly :3

OKAY I THINK THATS ALL. THIS WAS A LOT.

[agent-a-cpfancomic]

I can so imagine Anna being amused when witnessing aunt arctic being goofy, especially after figuring out she's the director!

YEAHHH EXACTLY-

Anna will see Aunt Arctic out in the wild on occasion (usually at some event, or just out for coffee) and being around her and seeing how she acts outside of an EPF setting, she’s just like

…Though honestly, she’s not complaining.