#first time drawing robot innards

[angy-robo-bot]

Tiberius had his fur privileges revoked.....

I redesigned how Tiberius's internal skeleton looks. It looks so much better than his original one.... If people even remember that l.

[asktheevilgeniusesson]

[ @silver---linings ]

🍪 - biting into a chocolate chip cookie to find the chips are actually raisins

A very familiar looking delivery... man? Is stationed outside the entrance, carrying two packages in his hands.

The hat hides his tied back head quills, he's wearing an oversized trench coat to hide his body, and a fake mustache. After knocking on the door, he put on a very convincing Italian accent. "Packages for-a Infinite the Jackal and-a Metal Sonic Robotnik-a!"

Once one of the two answered the door, Silver had to fight back the urge to fight them. He shoved the packages into the other's hands, then hurriedly runs off before they figured out who he was.

When the door closes, Silver takes off his fake mustache and drops the accent. "Can't they make these things less itchy?"

He then uses the Chaos Emerald to warp into the base, but made sure to keep himself out of sight while still being able to watch his scheme unfold.

While Infinite's package is the cookies, Metal's package is actually a glitter bomb!

“..packages? We didn’t order any packAAG-“

The jackal questions when he awnsers the door, confused by this Italian man and the familiar scent he draws that the jackal sniffs out, but hes not around long enough for infinite to pinpoint who this is on scent alone, he snarls as the packages are shoved into his hands and stumbles back. Confused as ever. Maybe the doctor ordered these for them? As a surprise? Why would he get something though? Weird.

Nonetheless infinite turns to howl for the robot as he walks inside with the packages, and being unaware a hedgehog is watching them, when metal arrives to his call, he leans to the metal hogs height to place a tender peck on his lipless mouth, the robot bonks his head into the jackals in a rough yet loving nuzzle as infinite sets the packages down.

“So. Some Italian man delivered us some packages. I think the boss ordered these for us, the bigger one seems to be yours, blueberry.”

Infinite explains softly, and metals ears perk and nod, he gently hands infinite the smaller package and takes his.

“Can you open yours first? Im curious to see what he ordered you.. just incase.”

Metal asks, and infinite softly nods, moving to use his claws to tear the tape in half, open the box, and find a batch of cookies! They smell fresh… choclate chips.. his favorite! His tail wags excitedly as he reaches in and smiles. Metal seems surprised the doctor would be so kind. And happily waggles his robotic tail. He moves to open his next.

And disaster strikes times two. Infinite bites into his cookie and his face drops into pure DISGUST. He looks horrified of what hes bitten into, as if there were worms or mold in it. But no. He just really doesn’t like raisins. And to make the whole thing worse? Metal opens his box and gets shot in the fucking face with a STUPID amount of glitter. His head rockets backwards at the impact of all the glitter with alarmed robotic cries. He drops the box and violently shakes. Ugh god he can feel the glitter getting in his insides and getting wedged between wires! He shakes around vigorously, uncomfortable as hell and startled. Infinite hackles up the chewed up bit of raisin cookie into the nearest trashcan available, dumping the entire box in afterwards with gags and coughs. He really really doesn’t like raisins. The gagging jackal does notice the robots uncomfortability and the mass of glitter on the floor, and fights his disgust to walk over and hug the disturbed metallic hog and embrace him tenderly, trying to help him get the glitter out of his innards with light shakes and wiggles while holding his cold metal body in a comforting embrace, turning his head away so he could gag and cough and be a dramatic hound.

[ash-imagines]

Serious trigger warning for this one! Reader is a CSA survivor (and Sun will not hesitate to maim and kill their abuser :D )

You've worked at the Pizzaplex for a while now, doing odd jobs and making sure all the bots are functioning properly (and not making mischief while all the humans are away). Hell, it's almost been a year at this point. You've gotten fairly chummy with most of your, um, coworkers. That is to say, Monty doesn't throw things at you anymore and Roxy hasn't insulted you directly in a while. To be fair, Freddy and Chica have been pretty easy to deal with since day one, although you're getting pretty fucking tired of having to clean rotting pizza out of Chica's innards every other week.

You spend most of your time in the daycare, though. You've come to learn why the lights are always running in there, and why there are all those generators just sitting in the play area where kids could trip or electrocute themselves. It's because the daycare has been closed for... something to do with Moon, you gather. Nobody will tell you exactly why (Fazbear Entertainment and its dark secrets, as usual). Thankfully, that makes the daycare an excellent place to take your break and have lunch.

You don't know anymore whether you're the one keeping your Sun friend company, or if it's the other way around. You've always been a kid at heart so you don't mind the lack of grown-up conversation. Honestly, grown-up conversation is boring anyway. Not to mention it's way more fun spending your lunch break drawing and coloring than it would be just sitting on your phone (you have a nice big collection of unicorn coloring pages destroyed with glitter glue back at your apartment). Even better, you have somebody to talk about your favorite cartoons with! But over the months, you've maybe gotten too friendly with them. If word gets out that you've been using the robots like free therapy and telling them all about your problems, you might lose your job. Even still...

You tell the story of your late childhood to Sun, the first time ever that you've told it out loud from beginning to end. You've told bits and pieces to certain people, but you've never told your family or your actual therapist (when you had one). Those handful of years when you "dated" somebody who was twice your age, how that person took advantage of you, the disgusting things they said and did... the nickname they called you that makes you shudder to this very day.

If a robot could feel sick, hearing about it would have made Sun nauseous. No child should have to endure what you went through... if only it were possible to reach into the past and keep you out of harm's way. Knowing that there's very little that can be done now that you're grown... It's a feeling that's difficult to name, especially for a robot whose programming doesn't handle complex emotions all too well. But their programming is exceedingly sensitive to even the thought of a child being hurt, and not just any child but a dear friend...

It's like, anger and frustration, but also grief. And guilt? Even though you two didn't know each other when it happened and it's not like they're to blame. But beyond all that, there's a disturbing need to avenge you... to hurt your abuser, to make them suffer the same way you did. It's scary. Violence really isn't the answer! And yet, violence sure is appealing in this situation, isn’t it?

The scariest thing for Sun is knowing full well that Moon can’t be blamed for this feeling. Ever since Moon started acting strangely, they’ve absolutely been scary and violent, but it’s clear that this feeling doesn’t belong to Moon. It’s undoubtedly their own feeling, and that only serves to make them feel worse. A terrible situation in which a child was hurt, a child who grew up to be a wonderful person they care deeply for, and there’s nothing that can be done to bring you justice.

There’s only a vicious hatred inside them with nowhere to go, and a profound sorrow for the childhood which was stolen from you.

[reading-wanderer]

Ectober Day 12: Tarot

Maddie tries getting advice from an unusual place.

Ectober Masterlist

The occult shop in the next town over from Wisconsin State collage was small, rundown, and off the beaten path. The walls were all bare brick and there always seemed to be a draft tickling the back of your neck. Despite all that, the wares were different every time the trio came by.

The little bell above the door chimed brightly as Jack shoved his way in, just barely missing a table of glass vials filled with different colored sands and liquids, before be-lining straight to the haunted item section next to the front desk. Vlad was right on his heels before turning and darting straight for the book section in the back. Maddie joined Jack for a moment at the haunted items before a different display caught her eye.

There, partially blocked by one of the curtains that separated the different sections, was some kind of booth. The booth was dirty and dented, as if it had been fished out of a garbage dump. On the top was a faded, ribbon shaped sign with ‘Fortuneteller’ written in cursive. Below that was a cracked pane of glass that was only just clean enough to see the robotic innards of the booth. The ‘fortuneteller’ of the booth had seen better days— whatever the ‘fortuneteller’ had once looked like had long since been stripped away leaving only a robotic face with piercing ice-blue eyes. One the small table in front of it, bracketed by robotic hands, sat a stack of cards with the image of a night sky on the back of the top one.

There was no coin slot, only a button just underneath the glass. Someone had taken the time to tape a notecard next to it saying only, “Press the button. Ask your question.” Beneath that was a thin horizontal slot that Maddie assumed the ‘answer’ came out of. The whole thing was interesting, but magic was really more Vlad’s thing. Speaking of… Maddie leaned out of the section and glanced around for him. “Hey Vlad,” she called when she caught sight of him nose deep in a dusty black book, “have you seen this?” Nothing. Must be another spell book then.

He was probably trying to memorize the whole thing so he wouldn’t have to buy it. Maddie rolled her eyes before turning to see where Jack had gone to. He hadn’t gone far, rambling away about his mother’s haunted doll, Lisa, to the cashier. Said older woman had a strained, but polite smile plastered on. Maddie well aware of just how long Jack could ramble for and having heard everything about the doll five times over, did not draw his attention and instead turned back the machine.

She could feel the ice-blue eyes boring into her as she contemplated the faded red button and the notecard. Most likely it just wouldn’t work. What was the harm of trying it out then? The only worker in the store was completely distracted. If it broke, she could just claim that it was like that when she came in. She glanced at the two boys one more time before pressing the button and quickly muttering, “Which one should I pick?”

The robot sat up a little straighter, their fingers clicking against the table for a moment. Then, with a mechanical whir, the machine picked up the cards and started shuffling them quickly. Maddie watched in a sort of trance as the images of the sky on backs of the cards danced before her eyes. Then, almost as soon as it had started, the hands stilled. With the deck in one hand, the other was used to draw a single card. Then, without showing it, the machine slipped the card beneath the table and through the slot at the front.

Maddie grabbed it quickly, almost embarrassed that she was putting so much thought towards this. The card was upside-down at first, but she quickly righted it and scanned over the picture. It looked like some sort of religious figure, male, with three crosses in one hand and with the other raised. Near their feet, in the bottom corners of the picture, was a pair of figures looking towards the figure as if for guidance. The bottom of the card had a single word on it: “Hierophant”.

Maddie frowned at the card. “Hey, what are you looking at?” Maddie startled before turning to glare at Vlad. He had a large smudge of grey across his cheek, and she would bet good money his fingers were covered as well.

“Don’t startle me like that,” she complained before holding the card up for him to see.

“Tarot?” He asked, scratching his hair with, yup, grey fingers and glancing at the mechanical booth next to her, “I’m surprised that thing actually worked. It always just waves its hands around when I try.”

“Really? It worked fine when I pressed it.”

“Must have fixed it,” Vlad said with a shrug, “what’d you ask it anyway?”

“Um, just asked…” she dropped her voice with a glance towards the cashier, “what we should do with that slime we found.” Maddie lied a weak smile, “So what does the Hierophant mean anyway?”

“Ah… it stands for tradition. Like staying on the beaten path, if I remember right. There was also something about mercy?” Vlad waved through the air vaguely, “the meaning changes depending on the question. So in response to the slime, it would probably mean we should stick with the scientific method and tried-and-true types of tests.” He actually looked a bit disappointed about that.

“Too bad,” Maddie teased, “you and Jack were so excited to try using it to summon a ghost with the Ouija board.”

“I’m sure you’re so disappointed Miss. Scientist,” Vlad teased back, “Come on, lets go save Mrs. Faeden from Jack.” Maddie took one last glance at the robot and its dull brown eyes before pocketing the card and going to join her friends.

[qwertythepopstarian08]

Face the Music - JSAB AU fanfic

Another birthday gift for @all-art-and-mun-crazyness!

This fic is based in our Apocalypse AU, a spinoff of Glitch Realms in which Blixer never becomes a robot, and some time after he and Tio find and adopt two Hikarlux cubs, Geophages and Doomere begin to invade Paradise, turning shapes into zombies...

Warning for minor implied gore/violence/horror. Warning for implied child neglect and animal death. 

The apocalypse wasn’t all explosions and betrayal, as Honey thought it’d be. He was much too young to watch the really scary movies that his parents binged on Halloween, but he’d stolen more than a few peeks of some of the watered down television versions that his older sister loved to laugh at to know what the apocalypse was supposed to be like. All the gore and brains certainly made his scales crawl in discomfort, and he vaguely wondered why most wild members of his species were said to dine on similar meals, when he himself was sickened by the sight of blood and content to eat salad and cookies.

He didn’t dwell on the thought at the time, but in hindsight, he should’ve swallowed his fears and eaten that corpse.

It had appeared on their lawn one day, a shape’s prone body, dead in the middle of likely running for help. It smelled of sickness, though nothing lethal or even infectious to his kind, for his internal fire would burn away all traces of disease. He’d poked at the body with a stick until it had turned to shards, upon which point he’d flown, sobbing, to his parents, crying out of the fear that he’d killed someone. They’d patted him on the head and went to clean up the mess, calling the local law enforcement to ensure that there was no foul play at hand, and that had been that.

Oh, how Honey wished he’d given into his predatory nature.

By the time the shards were disposed of, the dust had settled into the earth, festering and incubating a deadly plague, a virus which would soon overtake Paradise, starting from this little garden. No one had questioned why the shards were so grey, so brittle.

Even an ill shape would crumble cleanly, and the shards would fade to dust and glassy core bits within days, decomposing as the magic inside eroded at the physical body. It was never so instant, unless the core was destroyed entirely, and all at once.

No one had questioned it, too distracted by Honey’s tears, distracted by his trauma. His papa was a doctor, and a brilliant one, raised and trained by one of the best, and yet even he’d been swayed from his senses by the sight of his child in an anguished state.

The soil festered, rot and disease taking hold. The garden withered.

Patient Zero had died on the Fresh household’s front yard, among freshly ripened vegetables. Dust sprinkled not only the surface, but the roots and innards of the juicy, deceptively savory plants, just itching to be injested or inhaled by a vulnerable shape.

It’d been a mere flu, a small sniffle that left both of Honey’s parents bedridden for days. At the time, Honey had been convinced that they’d wake up perfectly fine, that he’d get up one morning to see them back to their normal routine, Tio making a hearty breakfast and Blixer sitting on the couch, watching Saturday morning cartoons with Belle. No such day came, and as the time passed, Honey worried for his family.

A week since the body appeared, the first outbreak of the Geophage illness was reported on the news. First only one network covered the story, reporting the mysterious deaths of about a dozen shapes in a small hospital near Honey’s school.

A month later, the death count skyrocketed to the hundreds.

His parents tried their best to keep him and his siblings safe. He was instructed to avoid leaving the house until the virus passed, to keep clean and avoid eating anything past its due date, even by a day or so. The family resorted to eating from their own garden, in addition to whatever animals Blixer could catch that grazed near the Beneath, far from the outbreak. Meals were few and far in between, for his parents were still recovering from the flu, but they were hearty and healthy when they could provide. Honey appreciated the effort.

For a while, things were peaceful. Honey forgot about the virus, for the television was kept on the cartoon channels at all times during the day now, if only to spare his young psyche from the horrors of the disease. There were no more late night movie marathons; every moment of his parents’ time was spent either gathering food or resting in bed. Honey didn’t worry, for he’d started to believe this was normal. The walls muffled the screams outside, and when a shape’s bloodied handprint marked the windows, it was gone within the hour, either by his parents cleaning the stain or a hungry outside cat licking it up. Honey stopped seeing cats around the neighborhood, even when he stared out the window for hours. His window was soon boarded up, only allowing a sliver of sunlight in. Honey liked it better this way.

A year into the apocalypse, things went downhill.

It started with a cough, a persistent, deep cough that struck Blixer and Tio at the same time. They’d been getting better, Honey realized sadly. His siblings assured him that it was a momentary relapse, for their parents hadn’t been able to get any medicine to treat their flu.

But the flu wasn’t supposed to last this long, Honey recalled from his science class. His parents brushed off his worries, and he went along with their facade with a smile.

That night, he thought he saw his papa’s hue fading a bit, in striped patterns down his arm. Honey didn’t question it, nor did he ask where the expired ham that had been in the back of the fridge since Thanksgiving had gone off to. It wasn’t in the trash, but he caught a whiff of it every time Tio spoke, as if it were laced in his breath.

Meals grew scarcer with each passing day. Where Tio had gone pale and thin, Blixer’s fur had darkened to a maroon hue, and his eye was now a piercing scarlet. He stopped catching animals, leaving their salads to be nothing but thin salads and the occasional tomato.

The garden was withering, and Honey knew, in the back of his mind, that the plants would be gone soon, too.

Someone was eating the expired food. Lava, who once clung to his parents like a lifeline, stayed far from them at all times. He awoke Honey at midnight one night, whispering of the rotten smell now permeating around their parents… Honey noticed it, too, but he refused to say anything. After all, what could he assume about a shape, when he wasn’t even one, himself?

A week went by before the break in occurred. The window in Belle’s room was smashed, a dark, static, and furry creature darting in. It snatched the weakened child before Honey could react, and upon sight of its piercing eye, he didn’t think he could move, let alone spit flames. He tried to ignore the fact that its eye had been inside of its mouth, tried to ignore the way its face split open in fours, like some twisted horror movie beast. Lava stayed in his room for the rest of the day, crying. Honey joined him, unwilling to be comforted by his parents, who smelled of rot and whose hugs had become painfully tight.

Tio was looking thinner by the day, hand his arms now possessed strange markings, oddly straight lines that raced from his palms all the way up his arms, as if splitting them in half. His once vibrant cyan hue dulled to grey, save for the dark blue bands of color that had manifested on his arms. He stumbled when he walked, and he stuttered when he spoke, his eyes foggy and distant. Some days, he forgot to cook for everyone, retiring to his bedroom and slamming the door shut for the rest of the night, or perhaps for several nights in a row.

Blixer’s fur had thickened and darkened until it covered him in an impossibly dark coat of fluff, which seemed to be constantly charged with static, stinging and sparking Honey each time he approached. Blixer’s once tall stature had become slouched, and he seemed to dart around the house, keeping to the shadows instead of speaking to anyone. Honey felt lonely, though he didn’t complain, glad that his parents were still alive and well.

No cough nor sneeze came from either of them, so Honey assumed that they’d fought off whatever was ailing them. He was proud of them for trying their best, after all. He’d long since forgotten what it was like to get three meals a day, or even once a week…

Lava had dared to question their parents, which earned him a “time-out” in the furnace in place of dinner for a week. He was “just a fire demon” and “didn’t really need to eat”, after all. Honey repeated those words like a mantra, assuring himself that, despite how weak he felt, he could just spend his time in the fireplace with Lava, feeding off ashes and cinders.

Honey assumed that his parents were just trying to save food, since they’d been skipping meals, themselves. He tried to ignore how empty the fridge looked, tried to ignore the scent of fresh steak that drifted from the kitchen whenever he was sent to the furnace. Perhaps it was a hallucination, or a mirage of sorts. His eyes filled with tears when he thought of the word, “illusion”, for some reason, so he avoided it, trying to ignore the eyes watching him from the shadows…

Two years in, he remained cheerful. After years of having nothing to do but draw, his artistic skills had grown considerably. He doodled his family, or at least what they’d looked like before the apocalypse. A short, fluffy cyan square instead of a tall, spindly grey one. A tall red circle who always smiled, instead of a shadow who watched from afar and hunched over all the time. Two healthy Hikarlux cubs… and, well, he couldn’t remember the last one clearly, so he just drew a purple blob, hoping to get the message across. He couldn’t find any magnets, so he attempted to weld it to the fridge, like he’d seen his parents welding metal to fix his purple sibling’s bike, long ago. He only succeeded in burning his beloved picture to ashes, beginning to cry for the first time in years. For making a mess and causing a scene, he was sent to the furnace for a full week. He soon forgot purple-sibling had existed, at all…

Honey was a good little cub, he was sure of it. He didn’t speak much anymore, for his voice had grown weaker and more like hissing with each day. He didn’t need to talk, for no one ever listened anymore. He still drew, but his family photos now consisted of two cubs and two monsters, his old life forgotten. He wondered who the shapes in the old photo on the living room wall were. He looked very young in the photo, nothing more than a sparkling, so he figured that he’d just forgotten. Anyone who he’d known before the apocalypse was unimportant, for they were most likely either dead or far, far away from Paradise. Paradise, that was the name of his home, right? He couldn’t remember all that well…

Honey was a good cub, he told himself. He was loved by his family, despite the fact that they didn’t talk to him much. He tried to remember if he was supposed to eat, or if his papa was supposed to be black and white, with eight spindly limbs and wicked claws. He tried to recall if his dad always had dark, static fur and traveled on all fours, eating every last ration they had. A nagging feeling in the back of his head told him otherwise, but he ignored it, happy that his family was okay, after all this time. He’d sneaked into the living room while the news was on, once. According to the funny robot, most shapes in Paradise were dead, if not turned into… Geophages and Doomtryxx. Honey thought the monsters on screen looked slightly familiar, so he told his brother about it. Lava just started crying, before retreating to the fireplace for the rest of the night.

Christmas at the house was more festive that year, for his parents were feeling well enough to decorate for the first time in months. At least, Honey thought they were decorating for the holidays; he couldn’t recall what a proper light display looked like, but he figured that his parents knew, for they were older and wiser. His papa had been a doctor before the apocalypse, so he was very smart. Honey found it thoughtful that his parents had tried to recreate the scenery of winter to replace all the snow days he missed out on, both because of the outbreak and his aversion to water. The entire house was covered in thick webbing, which, after being layered so much, looked less like cobwebs and more like frost. Glowing bulbs full of multicolored liquid were placed on the ceilings and walls, allowing the house to be bright, long after the electricity stopped working. The news had gone away, as did the cartoons, and the television was soon replaced with the largest bulb of all. The bulbs smelled strongly of acid and rot, so Honey stayed far from them. Lava refused to come out of his room anymore. Perhaps he was just tired of the holidays. Honey couldn’t blame him.

Honey must have done something to upset them… he couldn’t remember the last time his parents spoke to or even looked at him. They didn’t get him anything for Christmas or his birthday, and they’d stopped making meals for anyone. He wondered when life would go back to normal, longing for at least one meal a week…

Three years in, the second break in occurred. It was pitch black outside, to the point where even the still-present decorations did little to illuminate the house. The windows had been shattered. He heard screaming, but he was unable to rush to his parents’ aid, as Lava dragged him to the safety of their fire. A massive Geophage had gotten in. It was powerful… and hungry. It had a Doomtryxx with it, a horrific static beast with spindly, batlike wings. They’d trashed the house, searching for food. Honey stayed quiet, sobbing silently. He supposed the beasts had gotten their fill of the last of the food, for they left before morning.

Honey crept out of the fireplace. He began to cry when he didn’t see his parents. Lava stayed quiet, for he knew the truth; the family they knew was long dead. 

A few months later, they found the television. It flickered back on one day, the news having returned to air. The robot was still there, still reporting.

“After years of trying to reach them, the Paradise district of Chorus labs has finally responded to our calls. However, it appears that all of the researchers have perished, and among the casualties, the last to perish were Tio and Blixer Fresh. Due to the lack of survivors, Paradise is scheduled to be quarantined indefinitely to prevent the spread of the virus. None shall enter, none shall leave… ever again.”

Vaguely, Honey wondered if the outside world was real to begin with.

He was nothing more than an extinguished pile of ashes by the time the cure arrived, and Paradise saw the light of day again...

[makorays]

A List of Short Bios for a Bunch of OCs so People Actually Know What I’m Talking About Whenever I Mention Them on Streams or Whatever

These are all from the Savage Worlds tabletop campaign known as The Initiative that my friends and I play. It is a modern day sci-fi story involving aliens and cosmic horror cults. The basic premise is that some very important Scellor tech was stolen and found its way to Earth, and the Scellor government contacted Earth’s government to warn them they will have to wipe out their planet if the tech isn’t recovered in time. Thus an initiative was formed consisting of renowned Earth military figures as well as Scellor volunteers to try and locate it.

The Scellor are a race of aliens originally created by a man by the name of Jukashi for tgchan. Joe discovered them and decided to write a tabletop story in that universe. He may have taken a couple artistic liberties here and there for the sake of better fitting things into his own story. Scellor are green psychic aliens with a whole bunch of neat traits I won’t go into but you can read about them here if you want: https://questden.org/wiki/Scellor

Onto the actual bios:

Sofie Edelstein

The commander of The Initiative. Over a century ago, her father revealed to her and her two sisters (Teri and Tara) that he was the head of an “angel”-worshipping cult known as Erleuchten. When Teri and Tara showed hesitance in joining it, her father killed them. Sofie joined, but plotted to sabotage the cult from the inside. Some time later she became a preserved brain, got digitized, and obtained a robotic body. Now she’s a 6′ tall 400 pound robot with advanced combat capabilities. She created a series of androids with artificial intelligence based after her late sister Tara, but none have gained sentience. Was the leader of Poland’s military as a day job. She was working for The Initiative from the inside as an Erleuchten leader, but got found out and now lives with us. She’s done a hell of a lot of sleeping around through all her years, but eventually decided to get into a long-term relationship when she met Stan.

Minyaxl

My OC. Minyaxl is a Scellor combat medic with renowned psionic healing abilities who decided to volunteer and help out the humans, partially out of kindness and partially to have a chance to demonstrate his abilities to a less advanced race. He started out as this 5′0″ little bitch who was super full of himself but his confidence has been beaten into the dirt on numerous occasions; most notably when he realized that humans, unlike Scellor, do not reincarnate after death, meaning he’s been sentencing people to oblivion during every combat mission. He’s since become desperately obsessed with saving as many lives of sentient, non-reincarnating beings like humans as possible, even if it means jeopardizing operations. He routinely finds himself at odds with his squadmates, particularly Valerie, due to their perceived lack of interest in non-lethal solutions to problems. He is the closest Scellor can get to typical human romance with Thael.

Katherine Dawson

Cey’s OC. Katie is a combat medic who was taken as a POW by a terrorist group and later forcibly enlisted into The Initiative for her abilities. She’s sort of the mom of the group. Everyone else in arbiter squad has some form of extra-ness to them and she’s the straight-woman who holds them together. She has a knack for bossing around idiots due to her upbringing with rambunctious siblings in a Japanese-American household. Dual wields pistols and does not take shit from people. Is girlfriends with Teri.

Johannes B. Otto

Kyle’s OC. It's sometimes easy to mistake Johannes for a confused German tourist. During quiet hours, he spends his time complaining about No Smoking signs and combining multiple quarter-pound patties into single full-pound burgers. But get in his way and you'll find that he's less "tired, goofy dad" and more "towering, ruthless brute". Withhold information during an interrogation, and he'll start calmly searching for a pair of pliers. Try to hurt him or his squadmates, and he'll shut you in a storage locker with a live grenade and then feel zero remorse for the gory soup that spills out (a tactic that has since been affectionately referred to as the "Deutsche Oven"). It should also be noted that Johannes is not a patient man. If we’re ever at a standstill with deciding how to proceed, he’ll start jumping a fence to go beat the shit out of a guard before taking all his clothes and spanking him until his ass is red.

Valerie Mimieux

Ragu’s OC. Valerie is a woman of class. She’s a French spy who likes expensive things and is passionate about cooking. She has a habit of flying way off the fucking handle and doing some reckless impulsive shit or just generally acting like a psycho. Will sometimes single out a particular enemy that did something to piss her off and then beat the hell out of their corpse long after they’re dead. She has raced Yakuza gang leaders for the right to win their car and then nonchalantly gunned them down when they decided to get revenge. She somehow manages to slither her way into acquiring ludicrous amounts of currency during her operations, and wants to one day take over all of Europe. Has a pet german shephard named Steve who used to be a guard dog for the enemy until she offered him a treat. She is alien-gay for Adiira.

Fayaiy

Selena’s OC. Fayaiy is a bounty hunter who crash landed on Earth and temporarily joined the cause before disappearing off to who knows where. She’s super goofy and sort of comes off as a happy-go-lucky foreigner who doesn’t entirely grasp English but loves to vibe with everyone regardless. LOVES Family Guy, thinks it’s the funniest thing ever. On multiple occasions she got faced on weed in the men’s bathroom with Stan, who I’m pretty sure still assumes she’s a trans guy because she didn’t seem to understand human gender symbols on doors. Has a pet black cat named Peanut who she took with her when she left.

Teri Grimm

A state of the art android who is so human-like you wouldn’t even know her body’s innards were synthetic unless you looked at them under a microscope. The commander’s first creation to gain sentience, and The Initiative’s token robot hacker waifu. Everybody loves Teri. She’s polite, incredibly intelligent, and has a face you just really want to protect, although she can hold her own in battles with superhuman strength. She’s rather unlucky though. Is girlfriends with Katie.

We’re actually currently playing a reboot of The Initiative. The first go around happened a few years ago, didn’t last as long, and featured the following five characters as our player characters. They did not function very well as main characters but work quite well this time around as quirky side characters.

Stan Ward

Ragu’s old OC. Stan is one of the most extra people to ever exist, roughly tied with only Bruce and Vulohon. A true American, he’s a mad bastard of a soldier who loves drugs and driving, often at the same time. Once, several members of The Initiative went out to town to relax and have fun, and he almost immediately got into trouble with the police, being chased off into the night. He came back later after swimming his way back to the base, crabs stuck to various parts of his soaking body with their pinched claws. Was somehow man enough to satisfy a 6 foot tall 400 pound 160+ year old android’s sexual desires to the point that he became her boyfriend.

Bruce Reistill

Kyle’s old OC. Bruce is an abrasive asshole who will never ever let a villain get more than 5 words into their monologue before interrupting them with something along the lines of “now y’see here I think the problem we’re having is that you keep on talking when you really shouldn’t be so I think it’d really be in all of our best interests if I were to just go ahead and...” before drawing his revolver that he nicknamed Banger.

Vulohon

The old OC of Roll, our long lost friend who just sorta disappeared to do his own thing in life. Vulohon is a fucking dumbass. He’s basically if Knuckles from Sonic Boom was an edgy anime himbo. The first time we saw him, he was doing the cool guy thing where you lean back in your chair and sharpen a blade. The second time we saw him, he was doing the same thing, but this time was sharpening a glock. The third time it was a trash can. He owns a legendary energy battle axe and can use psionic energy to generate explosions wherever he wants, but almost all of his fighting tactics involving picking up dudes and throwing them at other dudes. Either that or ripping off car doors and swinging them at people.

Stan, Bruce and Vulohon are all best bros. They moved their beds into the rec room and turned it into the Boys Room, where they sit in the hot tub together and behave heterosexually.

Thael

My old OC. Thael is a scientist who has no personality or emotions, but a really great ass. He’s a husk of a formerly optimistic young student who lost the ability to feel things after a shady government organization recruited him and forced him to conduct awful, sometimes murderous experiments on unwilling Scellor. Everyone is creeped out by him, but Minyaxl’s virgin horniness was enough to push past that as he felt love at first sight (with Thael’s back turned to him) and pursued relations with him. Thael opened up to him and Minyaxl decided to do his best to help him regain his former self. He’s getting there.

Pamiil

Selena’s old OC. Pamiil is an optimistic pacifist healer who never really got all that much screen time but she is cute and must be protected. She loves* Setel.

*by which i again mean the closest scellor equivalent to love which i guess is sorta just close friendship where you also fuck but they’re also capable of feeling proper love it’s just weird and can lead to psionic feedback loops if they’re not careful

(the following 5 pics were drawn by selena)

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Orvon Valasma

The captain of the ship that a mysterious third party (referred to as the Scellor Freelancers, consisting of her, Adiira and Setel) arrived on. She’s 7 feet tall and has robotic legs that can extend to make herself even taller and run super fast. Somewhat stoic, and has gotten into fights with Adiira, but still cares deeply for her friends. The freelancers were originally at odds with The Initiative as they (somewhat rightfully) believed that we were doing a sloppy as hell job of things, but they eventually decided to join forces.

Adiira M’vora

A deadly assassin who, due to being born in the Ayaar caste, was forced to carry out political assassinations against people the Scellor government suspected of being potential state enemies. It got to her so she went rogue and is a bit of a wreck. She owns a legendary sword called Blue Midnight that can cut through the very fabric of space, and has various other psionic space manipulation abilities. She is human-gay for Valerie.

Setel Tunsai

An absolute chad of a man, standing at a towering 5′0″ (which is stupidly tall for his Orthan caste). Setel is a powerful psionic who excels at manipulating social outcomes, either through exceptional diplomacy or good old fashioned mind control. He has a talent for helping people with their emotional problems, and has acted as a therapist for people like Adiira and Thael. He is beloved by all. Is small lovefriend of Pamiil.

Korhan

Horrible. Piece of shit bitch bastard. Rightfully dead. Korhan used his position as an Ayaar operative as an excuse to live out all his sadistic fantasies. Worked in the evil-ass facility that used people like Thael to carry out their horrible experiments, and made implied rape threats to Thael if he thought about not doing his job. Responsible for everything that’s wrong with Djylana. Planted a tracking device on Minyaxl to find the location of The Initiative’s base, then came in and slaughtered innocent people for the fun of it before taking a bunch of hostages. He used them to try and make us hand over Adiira and Thael for betraying their government but we managed to clutch things out and put him in the dirt. Also he could stop time. Was basically Dio.

Djylana

Korhan’s partner in crime. A bloodthirsty animal he used to carry out much of his dirty work. After she was killed, while Korhan was lying on the ground just before Thael unloaded two magazines into him to finish him off, he said that she was his finest work, that we would never be able to truly stop her, that she would not rest until every single one of us was murdered. He had installed something called Echotech into her, allowing her soul to stay attached to her body after its death. She got up and started freaking out because her only “friend” had been killed, ready to kill us all, when MVP Fayaiy came in with the hug and helped us manage to convince her that Korhan was a piece of shit and we could be actual friends to her. She came around, like an abused guard dog finding a compassionate master, and now lives in the base as a decaying zombie. We convinced the commander to let her in despite her crimes and to also eventually make a robot body for her. She was unsure if she wanted to let us do that until someone brought up the fact that it would be the biggest middle finger we could possibly give to Korhan, at which point she vehemently agreed. I hope his piss stain of a soul somehow knows that his ace in the hole was defeated by the power of friendship.

IO

Satan.

There are other characters that I may or may not include in the future, but those are the most prominent ones.

[chaospenelope]

The Unbeaten Path

The Flowers that Grow in Darkness

Freddy took a deep breath and took off his hat to unsuccessfully slick back his fur. It seemed like every day there was a new feud that needed mediation. It didn't help that Chica's first solution to most problems was to throw someone at it.

He glanced back at Faye, who was dangling helplessly as Chica and Penny untangled his lower half. A dazed Jovi was propped against the far wall getting looked over by Billy and Philip had his arms crossed in the corner, still holding back a snicker.

He put his hat on and started to head for the elevator. The animatronic just felt really drained at the moment. He needed to get away. He paused as he reached the gallery exit. He heard a strange noise on the other side of the vent. He got on his hands and knees in an attempt to hear better.

'Is that a mouse?' It seemed to be an echo of something chewing. Unfortunately even with his optic lights he could not see the source. He moved to push himself in the opening only to remember his shoulders were too wide as they clanged against the metal. Standing up he figured getting into the control room might give him a better view. Since a lot of the floor had been opened to allow excess to all animatronics this was a bit simpler than it used to be, since the vent that connected the elevator to the control room was gutted. It was now a steep ramp leading to a makeshift door.

The sound was much louder now, the vermin was most certainly in this room. Hopefully could catch the critter before Philip sees it, kills it, Chelsea sees that, gets upset and- well, there's just so many ways it could go bad. He really didn't want to deal with that. He was careful not to make a sound as he opened the door. However, he was caught off guard by what was actually chewing.

Sitting on a table curled up and facing the wall was the original Foxy the Pirate Fox. The animatronic was hard at work and had not noticed the tall shadow that loomed over him.

"Kit? What are you doing?" He drew closer to see what his 'closest friend' was nibbling on.

The fox's ears perked up as he heard his voice. His tail even wagged as he turned to look at him. His gold tooth glinting in the light as he smiled. Freddy would have smiled back if he hadn't noticed the half bitten piece of rope tied around his wrist and a pipe connected to the wall.

"Who tied you to the wall?" He asked, concerned and restraining his anger.

"Hmmm" Kit stopped to think for a moment. "That, that wee Bonnie with the needle fingers." He wiggled his fingers as he said that.

"Plushy tied you up? Why?" He moved to free him, but Kit had already managed to break from it.

"Aye, that be the one!" He stood up and rubbed his wrist a bit. "They didn't want me ta go out alone I think. I almost got away but by Poseidon's beard are they a fast one! I've been bested, I have ta turn in me running shoes." He chuckled to himself.

Freddy showed a brief hint of amusement, but it was over shadowed by his serious grumble. "I'll have to talk with them later."

"So," He looked around to make sure no one else was listening. "Have ye thought about...The day?"

"Yeah, I haven't actually...Sorry." He looked down, dejected.

"Ey..." Kit tilted his head as he got a look at his bear's face. "Ya feelin' alright mate?" He put his good, non hook hand on his cheek. "If ye don't want to talk about it-"

"Oh, I'm fine." He rested his face against the metal palm. He gave him a reassuring smile but the fox's sharp eyes could see he was tired.

"Aye...Then, maybe ya wouldn't mind takin a walk with me?" His sad, puppy eyes were not something he could ever say no to.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

There was a loud crash coming from the breaker room. "What the D-"

"That's just Faye again. C'mon."

The elevator was currently out of order, again. A common occurrence at the moment. They'd have to take the ladder up. Freddy out of thoughtless instinct wrapped his arm around the slightly smaller animatronic and started to climb up.

"Ah," Kit didn't mind being carried of course. He did wonder, however, why exactly Freddy did this. Was he possibly reading his mind? He never actually told him he enjoyed it. Maybe he was just worried he'd get his hook caught? His tongue stuck out as he watched the busted elevator get further and further away, his tail and other limbs dangling high above it.

The wall slid open as they approached the motion sensor. He gently placed him on the old faded carpet. Parts of the floor shined like it was on fire as the last rays of the day died behind the wall of trees. Most of the house was quiet, everyone was underground except them and one other.

In the living room sat a possessed mess of stitches, the rabbit Plushtrap was humming as they sewed something. As soon as they noticed the two they jumped on their project, covering up what they could with a nearby blanket and their own body. "What are you doing up here!? What did you eat through like a rat?"

"Aye, I did!" He stated proudly.

"Plushy, you can't force Kit or anyone else to stay down there just because you didn't want him going outside. I know you mean well but it's ultimately his choice. You don't have to keep fixing him if it bothers you so much."

"Well, yeah, I guess I understand....But, That's not really why...I really didn't want him to ruin his surprise. I couldn't let him go up in the house til I was done." They said, still sprawled over the pile.

"Surprise? Be it Treasure?" The Pirate's tail lightly thudded against the ground. "Can I see it?"

"No! Not until it's done!" They bit at his hand as he started to reach for the heap of cloth.

"The next time you tell me and I'll help you."

Their eyes shifted suspiciously. "...I was gonna, but you were busy so I took care of it myself...Though I guess it didn't work out as well as I'd hoped, so you can help now and get him out of here until sunrise."

Freddy sighed. His voice stern. "Well, Since Kit isn't hurt we'll just forget it happened, but don't do it again. I don't care if you're throwing a surprise party you don't tie people up or put them in a dungeon."

"What about a broom closet?"

"Plushy!"

"Okay, okay fine! Now will you please get him out of here?"

"Aye, Let's!" He pulled himself on Freddy's shoulders, showing his fanged smile again. The bear smiled back this time. Then he let go and ran out the door. "Adventure awaits!"

"I thought we were just going on a walk." He said to himself and followed.

The ground sunk slightly under their weight. Air was crisp and a little quiet. Unseen critters scurried around them as they walked into the growing darkness.

"It's strange," Freddy paused as he looked at the natural leafy canopy above. "After all these years and attempts to escape. We just walked out here without a second thought. Just, left through the front door."

Kit nodded. He stopped so he could stay next to him, holding onto the other's paw. "There were many a days spent tryin to see the outside of the old place...You, remember the time Bonnie and I tried to pick the lock on the door?"

"Yeah, more specifically the part where Chica wanted to throw an arcade cabinet through the glass, while you two were still standing there."

"Well can't blame her enthusiasm. We'd been promised so many times."

"Yeah...Henry never was good at keeping promises." He muttered. "Not for our sake."

"Charlie was. She always came after school ta say hi, even after her friends took up most of her time." They started walking again, Kit looking in every direction noise seemed to permeate from.

Freddy resisted the urge to scoff. They didn't deserve the term 'friends' not after what they helped accomplish. "Charlie was such a great sister. She taught us how to draw, gave us the prizes she won to keep it safe for her, and sang with us."

The pirate chuckled. "Aye, At first ye started storin them in yer torso and the sticky hand clogged yer innards. It took hours to get out. We thought you were a goner. If we could cry back them we would've."

"Yeah, poor Charlie took the blame...You guys really thought a sticky splat hand was going to kill me?"

"It was the first time any of us broke down." He explained with a shrug. "It was worse because it was you. Being you were the voice of reason. Remember how much of a mess we were then?"

"It's hard to believe were the same people but I do. We used to talk about what we'd do when the restaurant was closed. We were going to get jobs and get an apartment until we had enough money to travel the world." He gave a wanting sigh, kicking at the weed that grew in the middle of the path defiantly. "I knew we couldn't do that as we are even back then but I had this secret fantasy that Henry would make us human bodies."

"Hmmm. What did ye think we'd look like?" The fox rested his hook on his chin as he thought ears twitching. "Ye think I'd be a handsome human? Fast with strong muscles and a skull Tatoo on me back."

"To me you would be handsome." He smirked. He closed his eyes as his fox poked his nose emitting the small squeak.

"You'd say that even if I was a scrawny land lubber weenie, wouldn't ye?"

"Mmm. Yes, cuz no matter how much spinach you eat you're still my Kitty."

He huffed in faux annoyance. "Yea, and you'll be me Snuggly Care Bear."

The larger animatronic nodded, feeling a little jolt of electricity as he heard that old pet name. It's been so many years since he called him that. Of course they were out of commission for a good half of those years but he felt it in his phantom heart, his wired vessels, his steel bones. Hearing it seemed to erase those eroding years.

As they continued walking the fox finally noticed something odd to him. He had been looking around trying to figure out what it was and it suddenly hit him. "Wonder what happened to the flowers?" Kit asked as he eyed a once flourishing wild flower patch. "I swear on me Mum there were millions around here."

"It is getting cooler. Maybe they wilted last night?" The brown robot smirked. "Wait, 'Mum'? Kitty is your Captain Morgan returning to us?"

"Errr, No. It slips in sometimes...Not me fault." He pretended to pout until his boyfriend gave him a playful smooch.

"I know, It's the old program still trying to kick in." He then patted him gently. "We really need Lolbit to check that out Kitty."

"I'm fine really, it isn't affectin me movements like it used to." He stopped and let go of his paw. "They did a great a job ye see?" He ran in place for a bit and stood perfectly still. "No twitchin or lockin up!"

His spectator leaned against the tree with crossed arms. "It doesn't mean it won't return. It's basically a virus, remember?"

"Freddy. I'm fine." He insisted sternly. "I'd know."

The bear didn't say anything. He sighed and shook his head.

"I, know yer worried about me, but ya don't have to! I'm not some scared urchin quaken in me boots anymore." He walked up to his boyfriend and put his arms around him.

"I just don't want to lose you again Kit..." He said softly. Voice strained with the memory of his loved one's broken, torn parts twitching and convulsing. Jaws snapping and hook swinging uncontrollably. He could still hear the screeching. Not being able to take his eyes off him, stopping mid performance. Unable to run to him.

"Ye ain't gonna loose me, if sledge hammers, wrenches, or sticky hands aren't strong enough to tear us apart nothin will." Foxy rubbed the bear's back. The body quivered a little. He could feel arms around him, returning the embrace. Wet substance dripped on his shoulder as they held each other tightly. He cried too, remembering that horrible day. The day he was the last to fall. His friends bodies beaten, scattered, and unmoving. A beautiful blue eye staring up at him seemingly asking 'why weren't you fast enough?' When the phantom tears dried they started walking, hand in hand. They were reaching the end of the path.

The lake water reflected their optic lights as they walked past the cover of trees. There was silence as Kit collected what he deemed good skipping rocks. "I wonder what the perfect day would be? Flowers bloomin everywhere? Can't have one without them, right?" The first two splashed right in as he got a good position. The third skirted along the water twice before giving up. "Hm?" He raised a perplexed brow. "Flowers?" "Ye know, Our super special day?" He glanced at him, making a motion like he was holding up an invisible dress skirt, humming a familiar tune. "Oh!...Oh, the Wed- I don't know." "If ye change your mind it won't hurt me. I'm a big pirate I can handle it." He said coyly, the fourth rock he threw actually skipped five times. "No, It was my idea. I want to, as soon as possible. We should tell everyone before that though. That sort of thing needs help planning, right?" "Not if you don't want to." The thinner animatronic threw another rock that made a few more skips before plunging to the depths with a 'plap'. "We can just do it in secret if it'll make ye feel better." "Well, I want this..." He looked into Kit's eyes, his lifted eyepatch showing his full attention. Freddy held his hand and hook in his own grasp as he continued. "I want this to symbolize our next step in...Life and what we survived. We're alive, together, and..." He looked away, contemplating the full implication of the word. "Free." Eyes focused back as he continued. "I want to involve them because they are a part of our bond too. Rosie, Chica and Bonnie who have been with us since the beginning and helped us through that awkward pining phase, the Rockys who had the strange inclination to gather us in a pile, which helped Penny and Faye find us all in the fire, Shiva who we couldn't find Rosie without, and the Nightmares who rebuilt us so we could all be together again. If just one of them weren't in our lives, we wouldn't be having this conversation. The Toys may not be here in person but, I'd like to think they'd be happy too. Teddy still making sure to keep the whole event child friendly and covering  BB's eyes when we kiss." "Aye..." He nodded with a laugh. Then his ears suddenly drooped as he asked. "Ye, ye think, Henry would be happy?" 'The old Henry would...' Freddy thought bitterly. He pushed it away with a warm smile. "Yea, he and Charlie would definitely be there with everyone." He let go and sat at the base of the large oak. "It'll be a great way to start our new chapter." "We should tell 'em today then! Start it as soon as today!" Tail kicked up a few leaves as it waved with excitement. "What are wee afraid of? Are they gonna think we're silly? Chica reads to her cupcake that's silly!" He plopped down next to his boyfriend. "Ha, I guess you're right." He pulled him closer, kissed him making his nose squeak. They snuggled together for a while. They stayed that way for some time even watching as the sky brightened with the glory of sunrise. Until the blue eyed machine spoke. "We'll tell them when we get back." "Should do that now, eh? Wouldn't want any morning hikers catching a glimpse of the likes of us." "Yeah, we better." He sighed. "And I was just getting comfortable too." He stood up and held a hand out to help his secret fiancé up. The door opened and petals danced along the breeze that flowed. Not a single soul in sight. "Oh no! I'm gone for a whole night and they go and preform some weird ritual sacrifice!" "We best be following it then. So we can get it over with and clean up what's left." Rows of carefully placed flowers lined up to form a path to the back bedroom and elevator shaft. They were tied to the ladder that led to the second floor, Lolbit's place. It was eerily dark as they climbed into the large room. "I think ye be right Freddy they gone and-" "Surprise!!!" Everyone jumped up wearing partial suits or formal dresses. Behind them two rows of random chairs lined up as nicely as possible leading to Lolbit's center screen. Their digital image was decorated with marrying pixel attire. Bonnie stood to the side with Jovi as they played a soft riff of the bridal march. The table in front of them were carefully placed white suit, tie, and top hat. Next to that was a lovingly stitched pirate Captain's coat. "Who's idea was this? How did you know?" Freddy asked in amazement. Faye shrunk a little as everyone's attention turned to him. Wires and eyeballs spilled out of the suit's arms and bottom. A nicely dressed spaghetti monster. "I-I heard you talking the other day and I thought, I thought it would be nice if we d-d-did it all for you. Got myself tangled-t-tangled on purpose. Made sure you'd hear K-Kit in the vents. Plushy was supposed-posed to lead you out in the woods to find Billy's kids but you left before they were all ready. Luck-Luckily it worked out anyway. Hee hee!" "That's, I don't know what to say..." Freddy looked at all the flowers laced together in a beautiful aisle and along the hanging wires. He felt phantom tears welling up in his eyes. "Aye, it sure is a sight." "I didn't exactly approve of the secret." Shiva admitted. He too was dressed in somewhat formal wear, suit coat over his vest. The sleeves were still almost touching the ground. "I felt like the date should have been your choice but I suppose they took it as me wanting to, 'tell' on them so Plushy locked me in a broom closet." "Dang it Plushy!" "What? I wasn't gonna let him ruin the surprise Faye worked so hard on!" Bonnie looked up as he realized something. "Oh, that's why you weren't around to help put up decorations. I thought you started protesting because FredBear had to start stealing all the flowers from that annoying lady's yard." "Borrowed." The yellowish Nightmare bear corrected softly. "Right..." "We made rings and everything!" Rosemarie stated cheerfully pointing at the Nightmare chicken that held the old couch pillow that had two metal circles resting on it. "I made them from that nonfunctional Toy bear's pinkie." "Chelsea. Don't tell them that." Billy half whispered, half grumbled. His suit already had little cuts from where his children held on, one popping their head up from his neckline to look out. "Oh, sorry." "Uh, um." Faye was a bit fidgety trying to judge their expressions. "H-Hope you l-ike it. I know you probab-bly want-wanted to do it your-sself and I'm-m sorry we got a little carried away..." "It's perfect Faye, thank you. The fact that you all did this together, for us-" Freddy looked over to Kit. They smiled at each other as they held hands. "-Means more than you can ever imagine."

[chemicalmagecraft]

The Gamer Hero, Deku Chapter 9

A/N: Okay, thanks to everyone who contributed to that explosion of suggestions. Was nice. A few things:

Remzal Von Enili: That is an interesting idea and I wish I could find a way to use it.

ImSoBored246: I don't think I'm going to go that extreme, but thanks for the suggestion.

Plasma Dragon 312: That's a cool skill. I already had an idea for PhysEnd's upgrade, so unfortunately that's probably not going to be it, but I appreciate you suggesting a skill and am going to try to find a way to include it somehow.

RavenJ: Thanks for telling me that. WAIT DANGIT! At the very least, you can't tell me his hair isn't antigravity...

To everyone who suggested a fire-type Pokémon for Izuku: Thank you! You all had great ideas and I honestly wish I could pick them all, buuuut there would be some logistic problems with that... The winning suggestion, however, goes to a guest because I liked the Pokémon and logic behind it used and then grew too attached to my design to change my mind. Not gonna say what it is here, though.

And considering how well that worked out, I'd also appreciate any title suggestions for as-of-yet untitled characters and also skill suggestions. Because I highly appreciate any time someone gives me an excuse to do less work, lol.

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Yuuei was... surprisingly mundane. I don't know what I was expecting, but after the rush of being taught by pro heroes wore off, it was actually boring. At least it was good for leveling Enlightenment. Though Enlightenment actually leveled rather slowly for a level one skill, probably because it was a prestige skill. I was really excited to see what getting that up would do.

Of course, there was one class that I didn't want to miss one second of. Hero Basic Training.

"I AM HERE!" All Might shouted as he burst through the door in his silver age costume, causing a wave of excitement to run through the class. "Today will be your first class with me, All Might! In this class, you will learn what you will need to defeat villains and save lives! But before we begin!" He pointed at some panels on the wall that Observe told me held our hero costumes behind them! On cue, they slowly came out from the wall. "I'm not the only one who's going to be in costume today! Suit up in your new outfits and meet me at training ground beta!

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All Might gave his trademark brilliant smile as he watched us slow-walk through the entrance to training ground beta, somehow in perfect sync. "They say clothes make the pros, class, and you are no exception!" Everyone looked so cool in their costumes!

"Hey, Deku!" Uraraka said as she walked over to me. She had a black-and-pink bodysuit that looked like a futuristic space suit. "I love your costume! It's supposed to be like an RPG character, right?"

"Yeah that was the idea," I said. At first, I'd wanted a jumpsuit with horns that looked like All Might's hair, but when I showed it to Kacchan he hit me so hard I leveled up Physical Endurance (though to be fair I was almost to the next level at the time) and told me that it would be too obvious and it'd make me look like a rabbit. 

Upon threat of further violence, I agreed to change my outfit to something a little more original, and decided to just go with the RPG theme that my Quirk gave me. I had a green waistcoat over a long-sleeved white shirt, dark green pants, my sweet red shoes, white gloves, a small utility belt that I suppose was superfluous with my inventory but still looked cool, and a green hooded cloak that I had include rabbit ears as a joke to Kacchan at first, then decided I liked it and kept it. It all had light armor that didn't mess with the look or harm my mobility but still added slightly to my defenses. The most surprising part, though, was that my request for a sword so I didn't have to waste mana on Bound Blade was accepted. Sure, I had spells that worked well with a sword, but I could also make swords and I didn't expect them to let me have a sword on my first year. "I think yours looks nice too." I also expected that without Gamer's Mind I would have been very flustered...

Ururaka sighed. "I wish I'd been more specific with my costume, this is a little embarrassing..."

"Look at it this way; at least you're not Ponytail or Invisible," Kacchan said with an amused grin. His costume was pretty cool, but I still think those gauntlets looked a little too bulky, even after he had them reduced a bit and include switchable sweat cartridges at my suggestion. I saw he also had the water bottle I'd suggested to keep hydrated so he could sweat more. "One of them's half naked and the other's only wearing gloves and shoes."

"In my defense, I need bare skin for my Quirk, Creation," Yaoyorozu stated.

"Dude, I'm naked, like, all the time when I'm at home," Hagakure told Kacchan. I noticed that her title was transparent. Not fully invisible, but harder to see than it used to be. I shrugged it off as my Quirk making it harder for me to see her title because she was supposed to be harder to see. "And I got points in the entrance exam by sneaking around buck naked and messing around with the robots' innards and stuff."

Mineta gave a thumbs-up. "Naked ladies..." He drooled... Ugh.

"Nobody asked you, Dick-for-brains!" Kacchan shouted at him.

"Now that you're all in costume, we're going to begin with combat training!" All Might told us. "Unlike the entrance exam, where you fought robots outside, today you'll all be fighting each other indoors! Now, can anyone tell me why it is important to know how to fight indoors?"

Almost immediately, Iida's hand shot up. "While it is true that most confrontations between heroes and villains happen outdoors, the vast majority of all fights between heroes and villains are in fact inside!" He was wearing really cool white armor that reminded me of Ingenium and my Observe told me was more to reduce wind resistance than defend from attacks.

"Exactly, young Iida! And so for your training exercise today, you will be divided into teams of two! Those teams will then be pitted against each other, one hero team against one villain team! The villains will be hiding a fake bomb somewhere in the building and it will be the heroes' job to find it! The heroes will win if they capture both villains or touch the bomb! On the other hand, the villains win if they capture the heroes or survive to the end of the time limit! And try not to hurt each other too hard!" Then he pulled out a cardboard box. "And the teams will be decided by drawing lots!"

"Why lots?" Iida asked.

"Pros can't always choose who they're working with, so maybe it's to represent that?" I offered.

"Exactly, young Midoriya! Now, let's see who the teams are!"

xoxoxo

In a freak twist of fate that further cemented my decision to no longer grind LUC because it's not that worth it, Uraraka and I, in team A, were put against Kacchan and Iida in team D. Kacchan and Iida as the villain team were given five minutes to get set up, and we were allowed to plan outside while they were in there. I sighed. "What's wrong, Midoriya?" Uraraka asked.

"I know that this might sound a little bit like bragging, but Kacchan's really the only person in the class that I know for sure could win in a fight against me. I think Todoroki might be able to put up a decent fight, but Kacchan knows what I can do the best and his Quirk and magic combined make him a definite threat. Plus, he's the only person who might be able to counter the plan I came up with."

Uraraka grinned. "Then we're just gonna have to do our best! What's the plan?"

I nodded. "First, I'm going to summon reinforcements. Don't freak out." I summoned all of my elementals, including my new fire elemental, Blaise. He wore a light brown long-sleeved shirt with thin black horizontal lines. His black pants, black shoes, and black gloves covered up the rest of his skin below his neck. He had a mane of wild white hair with five wavy red... ponytails(?) arranged in a way that made his head the center of a five-pointed star. He also had a neck warmer/mask in the same shade of white as his hair that was pulled up over his nose. What little skin on his face that was visible was pitch-black, and his scleraless eyes glowed bright blue. He was probably the least human-looking elemental I had.

"Wow, what kind of spell is this?" Uraraka asked as she crouched down a bit to look at Dune. Thankfully, I'd managed to get Dune to switch from a gun to some sort of military-type knife sheathed on her sleeve in public.

"Sup, I'm Dune," Dune introduced herself.

"Halitus," Halitus muttered.

Rayne gave her a wide, toothy grin and pulled out her sword. "I'm Rayne! Need something stabbed?"

"No, Rayne," Blaise sighed as he grabbed her hand and lowered the sword she was brandishing for her. "Name's Blaise."

Uraraka laughed, causing Rayne to give a toothy grin and blush a little. "These are my elementals," I said. "They're able to control the elements. My plan is to use a certain spell I have to sneak into the building." I bit my lip. "Unfortunately, the best way to use it is to have you act as a distraction... Is that okay?"

She nodded. "It's totally okay! I'm guessing there's technical stuff at work?"

"Yeah. The spell, Illusion Barrier, takes me and anything I include into a sort of pocket dimension, and while I know how to exclude my elementals, I don't think I can put you in and not me..."

"I said it's fine!" Uraraka beamed. "That's super cool though! So you can just disappear at will? That's gotta be so useful!"

"Start!" All Might's voice said from our earpieces.

"I'm pulling us in!" I warned. "Illusion Barrier!" Nothing seemed to change, but I knew it worked. "Right, we should probably split up so we can cover more ground. Objects, like the bomb, will still be where they were when I used the spell, but Kacchan and Iida aren't in the barrier. I saw them on my map in the northern part of the building, but the map doesn't show elevation, so we need to check each floor. Let's go!"

xoxoxo

Bakugou sighed. This was going to be a fucking nightmare. "I am loath to act on the side of the villains, even if it's just for practice, but if I must, then I shall," Ingenium Junior said.

"'Kay, first off, Glasses, you're gonna have to think like a villain sometimes if you wanna get the jump on the real villains," Bakugou said. "Second off, can you please let me think?"

"Ah, yes. Is Midoriya likely to give us trouble?"

Bakugou gave a deeper sigh. "More like he's gonna fucking appear out of thin air on top of the bomb if I don't figure out a counter to what I'm pretty sure is dimensional fuckery. Deku's got a spell called Illusion Barrier that lets him go to some other dimension of total bullshit or something where everything's the same but nobody's there."

Even through his helmet, Bakugou could see Glasses' wince. "That sounds like it'll be difficult to counter. I will defer to your lead."

"Right, first off, this." Bakugou made a fire ball, using it to summon Pyra. Like Deku's elementals, Pyra seemed to have ranked up, causing her to look older and gain a small bump on her forehead for some reason. "This is Pyra. She's made of fire. Deal with it."

"Hello," Pyra said with a small wave. "I am a fire elemental."

"If I know Deku like I know Deku, and I know Deku, then Round Face is gonna pop out of nowhere sometime soon with at least one of Deku's four elementals to distract us. By the way, Deku has four Pyras of various elements. Deal with it. While that happens, Deku'll make his way over to the bomb in his Bullshit Barrier and just pop back in on top of it. I want you and Pyra to hold off Round Face and the elementals while I try to enact Operation Punch Deku in the Fucking Face from Another Dimension, or OPDFFAD for short. That sound good?"

Glasses nodded. "It does, though I'd like to know what OPDFFAD entails, if you don't mind me asking."

"Step one is to make some kind of sensory spell that can hopefully be used to sense dimensional fuckery. I've already made a spell that I think can do that, but I have to concentrate on it and it's a bitch on my mana. Step two is to try using it on Deku while he's entering or exiting Bullshitland. Step three, try to use that data to sense where Deku is in Bullshitland and then cause my fist to enter Bullshitland with magic."

"There are a lot of ifs in that plan..." Glasses sounded a little doubtful.

Bakugou glared at him. "You got a better plan?"

"On the other hand, this is a training exercise. Why exactly do you think your spell will sense Midoriya's Illusion Barrier?"

"Because I used it on Round Face and felt something when she used her Quirk that wasn't magic, which I'm assuming was her gravity fuckery, which according to Einstein is a type of dimensional fuckery."

"I... do not believe those were his exact words, but that sounds about right."

"Then I got Deku to use his inventory and felt a similar but different feeling, which pretty much confirms it's Fuckery Detection."

"I literally cannot argue with that logic."

"Now shut up so I can detect fuckery." Bakugou leaned on the bomb so he could close his eyes and reach out with his Fuckery Detection. It needed him to spread out a thin layer of mana over the area he wanted to detect, which meant that he wouldn't be able to use it over too large of an area if he wanted to do it for a while. Thankfully, Pyra had given him the general direction of Deku's and Round Face's heat signatures, so he was able to find the two relatively easily, plus all four of Deku's elementals. 

Just a few fucking moments after he got set up, All Might announced that the heroes could start, causing Deku drag them all into Bullshitland. Bakugou definitely felt... something when they fucked off, but he felt like he'd need to feel an exit to get any concrete idea. Still, he definitely felt just the lightest bit of a person-shaped spatial disturbance or whatever the fuck where the heroes were. He was able to follow one of the signals that he thought might have been Round Face until it made its way to the room with the bomb, convening with some other, shorter, human-shaped disturbances.

"Get ready," Bakugou warned, then concentrated harder on the signal. He was just in time to catch Round Face and the elementals getting dumped out of Bullshitland, which gave Bakugou a surprising degree of insight on how Illusion Barrier worked. He felt Bullshitland change when Round Face was spat out, then felt it change back a few moments later when Deku presumably recast the spell. It seemed like there was some sort of dimensional barrier or whatever the fuck that was already there, and Deku called on a part of it to use his Illusion Barrier, which Bakugou figured made sense of what Deku was muttering about when he was talking about his spell. But with that knowledge, Bakugou figured he could maybe punch Deku. He grinned as he felt Deku's signature approaching, then Blast Rushed at it when it jumped toward the bomb. "DIEEEEEEE!"

xoxoxo

The plan seemed to be going off without a hitch. Uraraka found the bomb quickly enough and called me to bring my elementals over. As they got into position, I found a spot that was out of the way enough that the villain team wouldn't notice me blink into existence for a moment, but close enough that I could get over to the bomb quickly and not keep Uraraka waiting for too long. I undid the Illusion Barrier for a moment before pulling myself and only myself back in. I'd had a lot of practice with exiting and reentering Illusion Barrier whenever I was switching between empty and skeletons, so it took less than a second. I ran toward the bomb as fast as I could, using Air Aura and Speed Up to get there faster. Within a few seconds, I saw and jumped at the fake bomb, aiming to land on top of it so I could just appear there and win. It looked like I was about to win!

Then Kacchan faded into existence in front of me, screaming, "DIEEEEEEE!" He punched me on the jaw, throwing me back. I was stunned, but more from the shock of Kacchan appeaing out of nowhere in an area I never expected him to than from pain. "You thought you could escape fighting me by fucking off to Bullshitland, Deku?" Kacchan smirked at me. "Fuck that noise."

"How?" I asked. I noted that I could see Iida and Pyra fighting my team as I got up. "Did the skill fail?"

"Fuck yeah it did!" His grin widened and he pointed at himself. "And I was the one who made it fail!"

"I'm gonna stab you!" I heard Rayne say gleefully.

I immediately turned to see Rayne brandishing her sword at Iida. "No maiming, Rayne!" I shouted frantically.

"But he tried to kick the pretty lady!" she retorted.

"No!" I said like I was telling a little kid not to draw on the walls. I turned back to Kacchan. "Sorry, didn't want Rayne to kill Iida."

He shrugged. "That's fair. Now hit me with your bes-" He cut himself off by using his gauntlets to block the flat of my sword. Kacchan being Kacchan, this only served to make him look extremely happy. After a quick test showing that trying to recast Illusion Barrier was futile, I used Air Aura to strike at him with a quick flurry of blows. Even though he wasn't as fast as me, Kacchan was fast enough that he could use both gauntlets to block my strikes. Of course, my plan wasn't to hit him with a sword. Instead, I kept his attention on my sword as I got out the capture tape that All Might gave us. I managed to make a loop with the tape with my hand and then gave Kacchan a particularly hard swipe. When he blocked, I tried to catch his hands in the loop, which would have disqualified him. Unfortunately, he incinerated the tape before it even touched him and then backhanded me, knocking me back. 

I tried to jump over Kacchan, but he Blast Rushed up at me and punched at me again, though this time I Air Jumped away, landing on the side of a pillar. I pushed off of the pillar with eight percent One For All, aiming to get over Kacchan. Unfortunately, he just flew up to me, causing me to to jump up to the ceiling and kick off away from Kacchan. This time, I threw an Air Shot at him, blasting him back and me toward the bomb. For good measure, I threw a Bind at him, which I really should have done earlier. Without Kacchan to deal with, I realized that maybe I might be falling hard enough to damage the bomb, so I braked with air mana. While it didn't stop me completely, I slowed down enough that I touched down on the bomb relatively lightly. "HERO TEAM WINS!" All Might announced.

xoxoxo

After the battle ended, All Might had us meet up in the room where the rest of the class had watched our fight for a review of our fight. "Now," All Might said, "who can tell me who the MVP if this round was?"

Yaoyorozu raised her hand. "Surely it's Midoriya, right? He came up with the plan, and it would have gone without a hitch if the matchups had gone any differently."

I felt my cheeks heating up a bit. "N-no, surely the others deserve some of the credit too..."

Kacchan slapped me upside the head. "You won, idiot."

"Yeah, but you three and the elementals also..."

"I won't deny that everyone contributed, young Midoriya! However, you most certainly deserve the spot of MVP!"

My eyes watered a bit. "Thanks, everyone..."

"And unless there are any more questions, let us begin with the second match!" All Might loudly declared. I perked up at that. I was really excited to see everyone's Quirks in a fight.

xoxoxo

A/N: And now dimensional fuckery is an actual scientific term thanks to Kacchan. Because it made me laugh and that's about half of how my writing works.

And FYI, Deku's outfit is basically his outfit from the fantasy AU thing in that one outro, but with a cloak to make him more wizardy. Bakugou's outfit is mostly the same except for the changes noted. Everyone else is the same.

[pastelpunkpizzapower]

ONE SHOT FANFIC~ Yay my first FS fanfic!

belated!Day Four + Five

(Halloween Party + Grimdark AU/Scenario/Whatever)

Plot: (takes place before the show, AU) Gary misses celebrating holidays, so he decides to round up the SAMES for a haunting good time! what could go wrong? ^^;

HUE noticed his prisoner, Gary, was hastily drawing what appeared to be paper masks, then crudely poking where they eyeholes should be with his thumb and finally, he taped each of them onto the SAME’s faces.

“Had you not added holes to those masks, I could have sworn you where blinding the SAMES so you could escape.” snarked the monotone AI.

“What makes you think that?!” spat out Gary, his arms folded and sounding seriously offended.

“You did it before.”

Not wanting to admit, the childlike “Captain” just blew a raspberry at him and labeled HUE a killjoy.

Gary swiped the blanket off his bed and wrapped it around himself like a cloak and put a makeshift “wizard/witch” hat on his head~ he looked at the bathroom mirror with a big goofy smile on his face before marching forward to the other SAMES.

“Alright, this holiday here we’re celebrating is called Halloween, it’s where earthling-peoples like yours truly dress up in costumes, usually characters that scare the snot out of someone, and watch scary movies and eat treats-” it wouldn’t be long before a certain other member of this cast would intervene.

“Heyhey~ Garebear, I want in!”

“Beat it, you infernal one-eyed needle in my pin-cushion, this party is only for non-stupid people!” Gary growled at KVN; for a device that was meant to keep an inmate’s sanity in check, they did a poor job.

“Pleaaaaaaaaaase?” he asked, dragging out the “ea” as much as he could and with a dramatic deep breath, Gary lightly snapped out: “Fine!”.

“Yay! yay! yay!’ KVN cheered as he clapped his metal hands to the tune of his voice, before adding “Do I get a costume too!?”

“Yeah....” Gary nodded, before quickly taking some paper, quickly coloring it red, rolling two of them up in two little cones, bending the tips and taping them onto KVN’s head, then cut the third one up to resemble a point-ended tail  “It suits, too.”

“I’m a bull, everyone!” KVN cheerfully proclaimed, headbutting one of the SAMES and totally not realizing the obvious costume choice.

“Yeah, you’re a load of bull that’s for sure.” Gary facepalmed, then followed: “So we’re gonna watch a scary movie tonight, I’d carve a pumpkin but I’m STUCK ON THIS MISERABLE RAT’S NEST- *ahem* I mean I don’t think there are pumpkins in space, so I’ll have to figure that last part out.”

One SAME raised their hand, asking: “Do the movies where the human gets into a love triangle with the vampire and the werewolf as a scary movie?”

“Only for how it nearly ruined all three for me.” groaned Gary, rolling his eyes.

……

"Watch out, he’s right behind you!” Gary cried out as he and the SAMES huddled together, intimidated by the spooky flick they where viewing from a tiny but advanced television (Gary found floating among debris one day during his community service), while also trying to ignore KVN’s loud munching (shoving food in his processor slot).

“I want a refill, gimme a refiiil” KVN told Gary in sing-song and poking him only for the reluctant roommate to respond by shushing him; the floating troublemaker didn’t get the memo, hence why he waved his arm in Gary’s face, leading to Gary to whip him away.

“Maybe I’ll get his attention by turning off the movie.” he thought, problem his he had no idea how to turn the movie off, so he just flew over and smacked it onto the floor, yelling: “I NEED A REFILL NOW!” not that Gary would have cared as he was too busy screaming in panic as the SAMES lamented over not knowing how the movie ended; Gary hastily got up from his seat and looked at the broken TV, which aside from the satellites he watched programs on during his breaks, was his only window to Earth he had until his sentence was up. the blond’s eyes produced angry tears, for he had enough of KVN....then an idea came to him, one that would replace the tears with, strangely enough, a smile.

“Hey guys, I figured out how we can make jack-o-lanterns, follow me.”

The SAMES followed as Gary drug KVN to the kitchen, prompting the curious android to ask: “What’s goin’ on, Gary-Berry?” KVN innocently asked; “You don’t need to know squat, you floating sack of wet turds.” Gary growled back, his smile appearing less cheerful and more sinister when he taped KVN’s arms to the the table, then he pulled a kitchen knife from the drawers and snuck up behind the unsuspecting robot.

“Step one, you gotta remove the innards.”

“Huh?”

And with that, Gary struck a knife into KVN and sliced his way into removing his top, all with a blood-curdling scream from the yellow menace and nothing but half-confusion, half-amusement from the SAMES who where also getting sick of KVN’s nonsense; Gary then grabbed his bare hands inside of his long-time foe and ripped all his gears and what-not out piece-by-piece and as violently as possible with oil leaking all over the place; even though KVN didn’t feel pain, he knew the end was nigh and there was nothing he could do about it; it was almost as if it did hurt.

“Gary, stop this at once or your sentence will be extended to a week for property damage.” HUE announced, but it was drowned out by KVN’s dying wails.

Gary snapped: “SHUT YOUR MOUTH, YOU UNFEELING BUREAUCRAT, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW IT’S LIKE TO BE TRAPPED IN A SHIP ALL ALONE FOR ALMOST HALF A DECADE, YOU’LL NEVER KNOW WHAT’S LIKE BECAUSE NO ONE CARES ABOUT ME.”

That mini-rant hit HUE like a ton of bricks; even though he could be a handful, he always saw Gary as a friend, perhaps like his own child. he tried to say something, but he was simply left speechless.  “I....have nothing.” and the AI temporarily shushed for a good long time, rethinking what he was told.

Gary finished up, revealing his brutal masterpiece, and he gleefully cheered “Ta-da!”, returning to his bubbly self, the SAMES just stood there and wondered when, or if, KVN was gonna turn back on; two of them stepped forward and poked at him; another came over just to clean up all the oil.

“That felt good!” Gary chirped, going to the kitchen and grabbing a drink; after three years of living in a bleak, conforming vessel with no celebration or any fun whatsoever, it felt a tint of catharsis in the air, for the little yellow parasite who haunted him the whole time was finally slain.

[theroyallypurple]

One time I wrote this thing abt my OC Rule o;

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Silence.

Some say silence is bliss.

More hilarious than that, they actually mean it. Silence is bliss, take a minute to absorb ones surroundings, listen to the wind or whatever. Sure, it's understandable that most enjoy it. Most haven't spent uncountable years inactive and in silence, just waiting for their body to break under its own weight.

The pain of slowly, slowly becoming less and less functional.

The end of that silence was drawing nearer and nearer.

It was faint at first, a silent clicking and a few creaks here and there- then they got more frequent, like the sound of opening a door very slowly, except over and over again until it then got louder and people yelled to cut it out. But why would anyone stop after countless years of being unable to have as little freedom as to open and close a door? This creature had no plans of stopping and the strained creaking noises finally showed progress as small stones tumbled- then larger ones. Soon enough a large figure rose from the ground, it had been buried under rubble. It rose slowly, slowly, carefully… The straining on the joints was evident, its movements were jagged and it looked as if it was in pain. All that filled the air was the sound of rocks tumbling and strained metal, dust flew as the ground was broken once again. It was a wreck coming to life.

Finally the creature was above ground- and it lunged forward with a shattering smash. Hunched over and using its arms to support its large, broken body, the machine appeared more like a wild animal than an advanced work of technology. Its once perfect and smooth outer shell was broken, leaving much of its metal innards on view. The metallic skeleton strained as the robotic creature attempted to stand up on only two legs. It was tall, but still hunched, and as it came to a standstill there was once again almost complete silence with the exception of the occasional noise of the robot trying to keep itself up, its joints working over-time.

Slowly it took steps, loud and clumsy as each foot crashed into the ground. The machine was looking, thinking, it scanned the area, taking in its surroundings. It took note of each stone, each broken and twisted part of its body. It wasn't disorientated nor confused despite its sudden revival, it even seemed very aware and even kind of giddy.

“You thought you could get rid of me,” a low and distorted mechanical voice spoke, like a childs toy low on battery power, “simply break me to pieces?” It attempted a laugh. “They’ve forgotten, I make the rules of this game.”

[knightofbalance-13]

RE:RWBY Chapter 3 Review

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10099949/chapters/22790120

Students gathered in Beacon Academy’s large auditorium for an opening assembly. Ruby and Jaune managed to join to the crowd once they saw first-yeats flood towards the innards of the school.

Yeah, again this is a constant problem throughout the story as the author doesn’t understand that you need to add a bit more than what is necessary to keep an audience excited. Detail is the name of the game as it helps the reader visualize and see what is going on. Even in the original scene, I could tell the audience was excited due to the chatter and slight movement which made me excited as well. Here it sounds like everyone is like a robot. awaiting their orders.

“O-oh, okay! Bye…!” He sighed. “She thinks she has it bad, I can’t hold anyone’s attention for more than ten minutes. I gotta listen to Dad more…”

Another problem: Jaune’s original line “No where m I going to find another nice, quirky girl” was both cute, understandable and human. This feels...awkward and artificial due to the change in Jaune’s speech pattern.

“Yang Xaio-Long!” She announced as she walked up to her. “Oh hey, how’s your first day going, sis?” She waved happily, completely unaware of the trouble she experienced in such a short amount of time.

Um, again, detail. Maybe add in: “ up to her, ready to let out her frustrations and woes onto her elder sister.” Would have been more interesting.

“You’re lucky we weren’t blown off the side of the cliff!” Weiss warned. “Oh my god, you really exploded…” Yang did her best to contain laughter.

Yeah, in the original, Yang’s voice expressed surprise at Ruby being literal as well as Ruby’s compliants were being said just as we were seeing Weiss’ angry face thus it was one joke after another. Just as well, the way the Yang line is structured is just bad considering it should go like this: “Yang said, trying her best to contain her laughter.”

“It was an accident! An accident!” Weiss held up a pamphlet in front of Ruby’s face entitled “Dust for Dummies” and shoved it towards her hands. “The Schnee Dust Company” she began, “is not responsible for any injuries or damages sustained while operating a Schnee Dust Company product. Although not mandatory, the Schnee Family highly encourages their customers to read and familiarize themselves with this easy to follow guide to Dust applications and practices in the field. Well-readiness in the field of Dust applications can lead to none or fewer legal issues with the Schnee Dust Company and its providers.”

Describe Ruby’s lines as crying out and then it becomes funny. Weiss shoving the pamphlet into Ruby’s hands may not seem like a bad thing but it was the punchline of Weiss’ “read this and never talk to me again” line. Now, the line will be said without a punchline or a joke.

And Weiss’ talk is nowhere near as funny with it being speed up or seeing Ruby being overwhelmed. In fact, it’s not even funny just....there.

“I noticed your Dust cartridges,” Weiss said in reference to Ruby’s ammo belt. “Even if you do use an inferior and cheaper brand, that’s no reason you can’t familiarize yourself with proper safety protocol. For the sake of me and everyone at this school.” “U-um, it’s not really all that ch-cheap-” Ruby spluttered. Weiss ignored this. “You really wanna start make things up to me, dolt? “Absolutely?” “Read this, and don't ever speak to me again.”

yeah, the interjection of the two extra lines are completely superfluous and adds nothing. You could edit them out and it wouldn’t lower the quality at all. In fact, the joke of Ruby being awkward is now overstaying it’s welcome and becoming pretty damn boring.

“Look, uh, it sounds like you two just got off on the wrong foot. Why don't you start over and try to be friends, okay?” She offered. Clearly this girl had no intention to let things go with her little sister.

One word can make all the difference, like adding “hopelessly” after “offered.” Without that word, the lines here are kind of confusing as I don’t know why Yang is doing something she knows she’ll fail at while “hopelessly” implies she’s taking a chance.

“Yeah!” Weiss exclaimed with sudden and obviously-not-forced enthusiasm. “And we can paint our nails and try on clothes and talk about cute boys, like tall, blond, and scraggly over there!”

Narration is suppose to be factual and informal, not sarcastic. That defeats the purpose of narration. Everyone knows that.

“Wow, really?!” Ruby asked, far too optimistic for Weiss’s sense of humor.

Weiss offered no response but dead silence and a very disgruntled glare.

Okay, what narration style is this? This all over the place third person narration is something that beginners have hammered out of them by the second chapter. I know this because I had this problem in my very first work and didn’t repeat it.

Also, waiting for the punchline. You know, the frank “No” Weiss says that is the payoff to the build up of her sarcasim, Ruby’s hopefulness and her glare? ... Not happening? Then your joke falls flat. Also, Jaune’s “I’m a natural blonde” was set up by Weiss mentioning him but that’s also edited out so that’s another build up wasted.

A man walked on stage and the room began to quiet down. Ruby squinted and saw none other than Professor Ozpin make his way to a microphone stand with Professor Goodwitch in tow. Ozpin seemed to stand with regal straightness despite reliance on a cane. For that matter, Ruby felt like his eyes lingered on her for just a moment despite his sweeping, aloof gaze. A very unsettling, ghostly presence. He quietly adjusted the microphone to his height, and gave a slight cough to draw the crowd.

Normally this would be praiseable given that it’s fine detail...but it shows the author is too lazy to do it for everything else which is what really needs it. Youw atsed detail on Ozpin when this detail should have gine to the Weiss and Ruby part or to Ozpin’s introduction.

“Kind of a creepy guy, huh?” Yang asked, hardly respectful without the experience Ruby had. “Hey, he’s just a little strange. I promise he’s got it together more in person.” “Didn’t sound all there to me.” “Maybe he’s getting on in years,” interrupted Jaune Arc, who appeared between them. “You know, my grandpa hasn’t been able to tell me or my sisters apart since I was six.”

Creepy? I never got a creepy vibe from Ozpin. Your language from ebfore fits that but doesn't fit his character: Those description are better suited for Salem NOT Ozpin who is a mentor character and thus this unsettling vibe would conflict with that. And removing that and replacing it with creepy is both a downgrade and makes him superfluous.

Also, Jaune line here is...just dull and sad for people with Alzheimer disease. The blond line was much funnier.

Pyrrha Nikos commanded attention wherever she went. The young girl wished to keep things quiet on her first day at Beacon, but students who had heard of her fighting prowess and seen her face from magazine to cereal box refused to give her that peace. Weiss Schnee, the queen of entitlement, hardly attracted a crowd herself but made sure to make herself the forefront of Pyrrha’s followers. “Oh, Pyrrha, your gown looks simply divine!” Weiss kicked off a torrent of compliments, even though her night garb advertised nothing but modesty. Ironically the white-haired girl dressed richly and without shame of her wealth. Hundred-yard stares of awe and envy showered her every move. Everyone in the ballroom must have gawked to some extent; all except that scraggly blond boy who cluelessly wondered what made all the ruckus.

Okay, again, this clusterfuck of a narration style is giving me a headache as this gets hammered out of you mere days within writing. It’s too specific for normal 3 person and two wide spread to eb character specific.

This praising Pyrrha thing only worked because Jaune was there to provide a direct foil and counterpart to Weiss at the moment, bring misery for Weiss who at the time was the perfect joke magnet due to her bitchy side being the only side we see so far. Now there's no misery except Pyrrha who is too kind and composed for it to be funny. Also Jaune not noticing Weiss is very OOC.

Speaking of: You showed you can do detail now mind explaining what Weiss is wearing? no? The why is it so attractive?

“I know I do!” She purred seductively through her teeth. Several shirtless guys had taken the opportunity to flaunt themselves before they turned in. “Oh come on, after your sixteenth birthday, I don’t think he’d want you having sleepovers anymore.” “Ah yes, Lilac,” she reminisced. “Really made it a ‘sweet’ sixteen.” “Gross,” Ruby shuddered. “Is it really that much more gross than the time I walked in on you polishing Crescent Rose ?” “It’s very different!”

because the joke about Ruby being sexual attracted to weapons didn’t die out after Volume 1 ended...there years ago!

Also, ruby’s grossed out by Yang mentioning sex but had a sexual depiction of Blake?...Not only is this inconsistent with this version of Ruby, it’s OOC as Ruby would probably have a joke like that swing over her head! God, you know a joke is unsalvageable when Taiyang is mentioned and I’m not smiling like a goofball.

PS: Jaune was suppose to wlak in here and make Yang roll her eyes which is funny because Jaune was in a onesie which has lead to many a funny fanart. Here we have...a sex joke and a joke that went stale two years ago. See why jaune is important?

“Whatcha writing?” Yang asked, head tilted towards the scroll. “Just a letter to the gang back home. I promised to tell them all about Beacon and how things are going.”

Okay, the incosnistancies in the author’s writing style is pissing me off. it’s too robotic to be casual and too casual to be informal! It’s really ruining my experience.

Next: Ruby was writing a letter in the original script which kind of reinforced her being simpler than the others, hence “a simple soul.” Typing doesn’t work the same.

“The girl looked over her book to see Ruby unsuccessfully struggle against Yang as she leads her sister over to spot below a vast ballroom window. “Hel-looooo! “ Yang sang, “I believe you two may know each other?”Ruby, right.” She put her book in her lap and leaned back. “You exploded earlier and got that Schnee pissed off.”

Yet another example of animation failing to translate to written form. In the original we had Ruby visibly AND audibly fighting against Yang while Yang’s line was delivered in a cheerful and funny way. This lacks that charm and makes it just dull.

“Ruby, right.” She put her book in her lap and leaned back. “You exploded earlier and got that Schnee pissed off.” “Uh, um…yes?” “Made for a pretty good first day,” she said with a smirk. “See? She likes you,” Yang whispered as she nudged Ruby. “Keep it up!” “I don’t know what to say!” She hissed back, glad that she had the girl’s approval but completely lost on what conversation to make.

See here, this just feels artificial because Blake was so factual and netural about the incident in the last chapter that we would think Blake wouldn’t say something like that whereas the original just had Blake mention she exploded and Ruby tried to shake her hand she sniffed Ruby, reinforcing her awkward personality naturally instead of this unnatural crap.

“Blake,” she sighed. She had just began to pick up her book when Yang asked. “Well, Blake, I'm Yang, Ruby's older sister! I like your bow! “Thanks,” Blake said, a little irritated now. “It goes great with your, ya’know, pajamas!” “Mm..?” Blake tilted her head, impatient for them to either get on with the conversation or leave her be. Yang thought she even saw the bow twitch with annoyance. Ruby laughed uncomfortably as Yang continued to throw out topics.

Okay, this is where the narration style crashes and burns as I cannot tell what is going with it. Is Yang making the observations, is Blake , is the author? It’s mixing in all these things that do not work together!

Also, Blake was perfectly fine before with Ruby whereas in the original she was being factual and showed annoyance earlier on, displaying she didn’t want to talk naturally. Now it feels like Blake is annoyed because “plot!”

“Well, that's why we're here. To make it better.” “Oh, I am so proud of my baby sister!” Yang coddled. She smothered Ruby with a tight hug, which she valiantly fought and lost against. “Cut it out!” Ruby kicked at Yang’s legs to knock her down and they ended up in a pile on the floor. Somehow Yang’s hug turned into a headlock and soon enough sleeping bags were tossed tangled beneath them and pillows flew across the room. Blake sunk into her place against the wall further as eyes turned on the arguing sisters.

If they were being that rambunctious in the original, Glynda would storm in and scold them or at the least someone besides Weiss would come up and tell them to stop.

“What in the world is going on over here?!” No one but Weiss Schnee stormed in on the scene. “Don't you realize some of us are trying to sleep-” Yang and Weiss locked eyes, fed up with each others presence. “Oh, not you again!” They both shouted in exasperation. “Shh! Guys, she's right! People are trying to sleep!” “Oh, now you're on my side!” “I was always on your side!” “Yeah, what's your problem with my sister? She's only trying to be nice!” “She's a hazard to my health!”

Do I even need to point out how the original surpasses this due to voice acting and Blake’s expression?

Blake sighed and closed her book for good. She had been ripped from her peaceful night but couldn’t say the bickering didn’t entertain her some, especially with Weiss angry at an innocent Ruby. Something about the way that girl got worked up gave her a deep satisfaction, but that she would keep to herself.

Why would Blake not know why making Weiss upset satisfy her? She’s a Schnee and from her view Weiss is a spoiled privileged brat that caused her kind Fanaus and her comrades the White Fang trouble for years?

... Blake’s not a member of the White Fang in this is she?... It’d say how dumb that is and how by removing that Blake should be a completely different person but I’ve got house work to do.

Final thoughts: The writing is boring and uniteresting, lacking detail and comedic timing to be engaging or funny. The changes just make the story worse and the narration pisses me off.