#grabbing them like a squeaky toy and giving them friends

[south-sea]

even a shadow and mephiles separated by different timelines and circumstances can still be counterparts

where shadow dies early, is revived, but never loses his memory, mephiles never actually gets erased, but is ejected from his original timeline due to it technically being reset, and is without their memory when they finally wake up.

they’re both the “came back wrong” trope, almost. anyone from timeline A might think this shadow is too soft. anyone from timeline B might think this mephiles is too… something. eccentric, maybe.

they wake up gasping in pain as the crystallized form starts to fade and resets them back to the shadow-but-not appearance. they’re disoriented, but in too much pain to be bothered by that just yet. it’s fine. this is familiar too, somehow.

when that pain fades and they’re left with just their loneliness, it starts to get to them. it’s been days. they summon a shadowy minion to talk to and feign sharing tea with it. it’s the middle of a forest, but no time like the present. it’s not a mad hatter situation where they’re rowdy and over-the-top and manic. it’s quiet, melancholy, simple make believe—they know it isn’t real, but pretending’s all they’ve got.

they know they’re supposed to be worshiped (maybe) and that they’re powerful (probably), but not much else. they’re no longer hostile and hellbent on destruction, but they’re not benevolent like solaris was. they’re just… wrong, somehow. the way they carry themself is jarring, the way their expressions trend makes them look unkind, the things they say are downright ominous—but it’s always said with good intentions.

some random hiker stumbles across their fake tea party with empty cups and a not-real figure and a feigned conversation. they look back at the person in a way that could be perceived as angrily suspicious and perhaps even offended at being interrupted. and then it flatlines and all at once as the person approaches: they throw their arms wide, the whole clearing is filled with more of these shadowy minions, there’s a small round table, the original minion standing there has a whole trey and tea set, but they welcome their new “honored guest” and invite them to sit down with them.

they talk. it’s uncomfortably forced at first, like a hostage situation—they did just start off practically threatening this hiker with an ambush. then it’s casual, then it’s almost pleasant, but there’s always an uneasy undercurrent of desperate melancholy. and when that talk starts to die down, they fold their hands on the table and tell their guest, “You should be careful approaching strangers. You never know who might have ill intentions.”

not them. some part of them still remembers being benevolent, after all. looking out for ‘lesser beings’ was just part of the gig. it comes as second nature—but so does the aggression and offness.

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this could also go in a completely different direction where the pain doesn’t chill out after they wake up and they just go on a destructive rampage anyway to cope and have to be subdued, but where’s the fun in that

[betawooper]

im typically indifferent when someone interacts with my posts here or on my art ones in my sideblog, but when it comes to literally anything transfem yoo joo-related and someone likes the post or leaves nice tags, i lose my mind for a while /positive

[dystopyx-blog]

"You've been avoiding Floyd."

You had stepped away from your friends for a second, only to be face first with Jade's chest.

Its not like you were unused to being suddenly accosted by a tweel, it just usually wasn't this one.

"I haven't been avoiding him," you told him. "I just have other friends."

"You might not for much longer..." Said Jade, lifting a hand to just barely conceal that sickening pointy-toothed grin on his face. "What I mean to say is that Floyd has been a bit... testy lately. Seems without you he just doesn't know what to do with himself! I'm sure youve been seeing the increase in injury among the student body lately? If not, I suggest you start paying attention...."

The next couple days you started doing just as Jade suggested. Sure enough, there were a startling number of students with various injuries--though most commom was bruises. And some of them even seemed to glare at you--more so than usual, that is.

But surely it couldn't all have been from Floyd... right? The students here weren't known for being particularly merciful, after all. Right?...

One day, after witnessing a freshly battered boy fearfully run through the halls, you decided to investigate yourself. You followed where he had run from, and sure enough, there he was, acting like a perfect stereotypical highschool bully.

"Floyd?"

At the sight of you, Floyd drops the random student, a big grin spreading across his face.

"Shrimpy!" He exclaimed.

The poor victims immediately took the chance to flee. Floyd approached you. First he grabbed your arms, giving those a light squeeze. Seeing you didn't protest, his face lit up like a kid's on Christmas, and soon your feet were off the ground. He hugged you close to him, even swinging you a bit, though gently (or, at least, as gently as Floyd can be.)

"I missed ya, Shrimpy..." He said in a surprisingly soft voice. But he didn't say anything else, just kept hugging you. You sighed.

Just how in the heck did you become the favored squeaky toy of an overgrown eel???

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?

Play Date

Wandanat x human pet!fem!reader

Summary: Wanda and Natasha have been looking for a pet for some time, but they've had no luck until they meet you, will you be a good fit for their lives?

Word Count: 585

Warnings: 18+ due to themes, MDNI, heavy pet play, human pets, abuse, violence, hurt/comfort

Authors notes: These two are so cute!

A few weeks after the welcoming party, Wanda and Natasha decided to arrange a playdate with Agatha and her bunny, Scratchy. You were excited but a bit nervous. Scratchy had been shy and quiet at the party, and you hoped to make a new friend.

Wanda prepped you for the playdate, giving you a quick brush and dressing you in a cute little outfit. Natasha chuckled as she watched Wanda fuss over you. "You're going to have a great time, Bumble. Just be yourself," Natasha said, giving you a reassuring pat. You nodded your head, tail wagging slightly.

When Agatha and Scratchy finally arrived, you felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. You were bouncing on your toes while Scratchy, a petite Holland lop bunny hybrid with soft lop ears and a twitching nose, she stood close to Agatha, her large eyes taking in her surroundings cautiously.

Wanda and Agatha greeted each other warmly, and soon the two of them were chatting away, leaving you and Scratchy to get acquainted.

You approached Scratchy slowly, giving her a friendly wag of your tail. She looked at you with wide eyes, her nose twitching as she sniffed the air. To break the ice, you grabbed one of your favorite toys—a soft, squeaky ball—and placed it in front of her. Scratchy hesitated for a moment before tentatively picking up the ball and giving it a gentle squeeze. The squeak made her jump slightly, but she quickly relaxed and even smiled a little.

The two of you started playing, taking turns with the ball and chasing each other around the yard. Scratchy's shyness began to melt away as she got more comfortable, and you found yourself enjoying her company. While you had your tail wags, Scratchy had these little thump jumps you later found out were called binkies.

Wanda, Natasha, and Agatha watched from a distance, their conversation occasionally punctuated with laughter as they saw you and Scratchy having fun. The bond you were forming felt natural and comforting.

After a while, you both needed a break and sat down on the grass, panting lightly from all the running around. Scratchy looked at you with a smile, and you wagged your tail happily in response.

As the playdate continued, you and Scratchy explored the yard, shared moments of quiet companionship, and even took a nap under the shade of a tree. You nuzzled into her, your cheeks brushing and little licks from each other as you settled in. The bond you were forming felt natural and comforting.

When it was time for Agatha and Scratchy to leave, you felt a twinge of sadness but also a sense of contentment. You had made a new friend, and you knew there would be more playdates in the future. Though you still bit onto Scratchy’s shirt with your teeth, pulling back and not wanting to let go as you whined at your Mommy. She coerced you with treats to let go, but Scratchy still gave you many licks which you reciprocated.

Wanda and Natasha both praised you for being such a good host, and Wanda gave you a big hug. "You did great today, Bumble," she said, her voice full of pride.

Natasha nodded in agreement. "Looks like you and Scratchy are going to be good friends."

You felt a warm glow inside, knowing that you now had a new friend to share your adventures with. The playdate had been a success, and you couldn't wait for the next one.

[impactedfates]

“Not a Pet Darling…” - Various Xianzhou Loufu Characters x GN! Reader

Summary: You go home to your partner and show them the cute fluffy wolf you found!! Can you keep it as a pet? Your partner seems reluctant...why? well it’s a Wooden Lupus…perhaps not the safest option for a companion.

Characters Included (Separate): Jing Yuan, Blade, Luocha, Dan Feng, Fu Xuan, Qingque

Genre: Romantic + Crack(?)

Warnings: None I think

Extra: Dan Fengs part is set during the High-Cloud Quintet days // Not proofread, just a funny idea I had and had to write happy to fix any mistakes tho lol // Dan Feng is probably out of character, just started writing him // Luocha + Qingques one are pretty short

Jing Yuan blinked at you slowly, staring at you and the new canine you brought home that now lay rest on his pillow, your lap. He had just gotten home from work, and wanted to get rewarded by sleeping on your lap, with your fingers running through his hair.

He went home and when he couldn't find you, he went to the garden, only to find a wooden lupus on your lap instead. His eyes narrow as he calmly walks over.

"Dove...what's this?"

"Dog"

The General blinked once, twice and again. Questioning you. How did you manage to tame such...a dangerous animal? An abundance spirit for crying out loud??

"Dove...I...don't think that's a dog"

"No it's name is dog!"

"...Dog?"

He looked at you again, taking a deep breath, noticing the movement from...'dog', he instinctively took out his weapon, to which you quickly caged the canine with your arms and pulled it away.

"Yuan, don't!! It's cute!!"

"...It's dangerous"

You puffed out your cheeks and shook your head, carefully lifting up dog. And made it look at him. Raising one of it's paws you say in a squeaky voice.

"My name is dog, I love you"

"...Dove please..."

You put down the dog back on the ground, it runs around the garden. You stand up and look at your husband.

"You're having favouritism with Mimi right now"

"HOW DOES MIMI FIT INTO THIS"

"SHE JUST DOES."

Blade called out your name again, and again and again. Where are you?? You had to go home. HE HAS THE FUCKING GOVERNMENT ON HIS ASS DON'T DO THIS TO HIM.

.

.

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WHY ARE YOU CARRYING A WOODEN LUPUS??

He quickly walked up to you and grabbed your shoulder.

"Love...what are you doing?"

"Adopting a friend for you"

"Why for me?"

"...C'mon...you know why"

Blade is personally offended by that comment, but he loves you so you get away with it...for now...

"Can we keep the dog?"

"It's a wolf...but fine, I'm not a dog person though"

Cue him getting the dog it's own mini home, it's own toys and loving it more then he loves you/hj (He loves you more I swear)

You didn't expect Luocha to agree so fast about adopting the dog. You couldn't even ask, he just took one look at you, one look at the dog and gave you...a look that said '...w h y'

But he agrees, (reluctantly) I mean, you tamed it right? He doesn't mind having a dog if it a) makes you happy and b) it behaves. He will say that if it decides to do a stabby stab then he'll have to throw a coffin on it.

And now you have an Abundance wolf following the two of you. You have all the reasonability's, if you ask nicely enough, Luocha might pay for dog things. Make sure he's in a good mood though, not that he'd say no it's just...it's easier to get him to buy a bunch of things if he is.

You named the wolf Bob, Luocha does not approve.

Dan Feng quickly pulled you away from the wolf and quickly hugged you close to him protectively.

"My darling, please get away from that...thing"

"IT'S NOT A THING, IT'S NAME IS FANG"

"YOU NAMED IT??"

You nodded and tried your best to get out of his iron grip but he refused to let go. Too confused on why you not only named a dangerous wolf but also it seems to actually...like you?? What black magic did you use to tame an abundance beast??

Eventually he gives into your pleas, especially since 'Fang' seems to not be...dangerous currently. But he does keep a close eye on it.

.

.

.

"Darling...stop petting Fang...I want attention too"

The Vidyadhara man said, plopping his head on your shoulder as your fingers ran through the fur of the wolf. You slightly glanced at him and mouthed 'One minute'

"You've been at this for hourrss...I am the High Elder, listen to me"

He muttered, wrapping his arms around you. Looking at you like a kicked puppy.

"You're an elder? *Dramatic Gasp* Grandpa"

"YOU'RE MARRIED TO ME."

"No"

Was Fu Xuan immediate response when you entered your shared home. She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at you. The wolf behind you peaked and looked at the pink haired lady.

"...what do you me-"

"You're not adopting it"

"But-"

"No buts"

You pouted a bit at your girlfriends word. Clearly she had read your future and found what you were going to do...maybe you could try to convince her anyways?

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.

.

You did not convince her.

Qingque nearly threw her game of majong at the dog. It bonked it's head and you were quick to hug it and check to see if it was okay.

"...[Name]...you can't have that"

"Why not?"

"...well damn I can't argue with that actually"

You smiled triumphantly at your win. You two ended up adopting 11 more.

This was just a random idea I had when I was meant to be sleeping, had to write it lmao. If y'all don't know what the Wooden Lupus are, it's the white wolves that can summon more wolves in HSR.

I had fun writing this ngl, wished I had more ideas for Luocha and Qingque but couldn't. I hope you found this entertaining/funny anyways :D

If anyone wants to do this idea as well you can, you can credit me if you want (preferably) but not necessary. But I would like to still get tagged if you do, wanna read your interpretation of the characters with this idea :>

[sorrowfulrosebud]

Not too sure if you're bored of these yet but have another ask.

Reader's work. Do they work at home or not? If they don't, what's the day like for hybrid Bakugou who's stuck home alone? If they do, how do they keep Baku busy every now and then while they work? Cause we all know sometimes we have to sadly get rid of distractions to get some work done, even if it's one ya want~

Finally in a writing mood!!!! Sorry for the wait my angel, thank you for your patience!!

For reader’s work, I imagine you to have a job in law (bc I do) since reader is so passionate about equality for hybrids. You spend a fair bit of time in the office, but you’re allowed to go home frequently enough to make sure Katsuki is okay.

It’s horrible leaving him by himself for long hours of the day. Your mornings usually consist of you hunting down your shoes since Katsuki hides them from you, and they often have bite marks from his mauling. You then have to encourage him to eat something before you go, because you know he’d probably nap too much or forget to eat out of anxiety rebelliousness.

Soooooo, what do you do with a pouty pup who gets anxious when you work? You give him as many toys as possible! Since living with you, you have given him so many toys that he is often spoiled for choice. Squeaky chickens, rope toys, balls, the whole works. He could spend many an hour chewing on them and gnawing holes in them.

Then of course, you have the TV. Katsuki didn’t understand it at first, barking and snarling viciously at the screen when he first settled in. But now he races to grab the remote before you can, chuffing victoriously when he clicks to a nature documentary. You can only roll your eyes playfully as he settles on the couch whilst you make his favourite breakfast of sausage and bacon butties.

He sits for hours watching the soothing waves of the ocean and its inhabitants, of lush rainforests and harsh deserts. You often hear him growl at the TV when smaller prey animals are on the screen, and you can practically feel his drool drip onto the couch. You serve him his breakfast with a gentle rub between the ears, then get ready and fight him for your shoes.

With a final goodbye kiss, your hybrid is left to his own devices. You taught him your phone number in case he needed it, but he much preferred when you called him. So he sits and waits for you to come back. He watches TV for a while, potters around the house and naps. For lunch he waits for your phone call, sitting in almost silence bar a few grunts or growls when you ask him questions. He’ll then potter to the fridge and heat up the food you left him.

You had been teaching him to cook. He was quite the natural, but he was still learning and you didn’t quite trust him to cook by himself just yet. He eats lunch, naps more and plays with his squeaky toy. If he’s lucky, FatGum video calls him with his best friend Kirishima. The two puppy-boys stare at each other as they communicate.

It was abysmal, the guilt that rotted in your tummy after leaving him alone for so long. That’s when you had the most amazing idea ever. So, you changed up your routine. Along your journey to work, you passed by FatGum’s farm.

Katsuki waited for you on the couch as you finished getting ready for work. You wandered into the living room, yet again tutting at the state of your backup shoes that Katsuki had mauled. He smirked indignantly. You shook your head.

“Kats, go get your shoes. You’re coming with me today, I have a surprise!” You told him, grabbing your jacket. Katsuki stared at you.

He would never admit the thump in his heart. Was he bad? Were you sick of him?? Were you getting rid of him?!

“Well, go on. I have to be at work soon, so hurry,” you ushered him gently. Katsuki swallowed as he stared at you. You caught on almost immediately as your gaze softened.

“I promise you Kats, it’s a really nice surprise. I’ve not lied to you before, have I? Go on, I’ll wait for you,” you promised him softly, rubbing his sandy ears.

Katsuki stood up shakily, walking to his room. He was sure you’re going to get rid of him. He prays that you would do good on your promise to love him forever. He slowly makes his way downstairs, you smiling at him gently as you held out his jacket. You fixed his collar for him, the silver tag with his name and address soothing his nerves.

You’d never get rid of him if you’re making him wear his collar.

Katsuki followed you to the car, sitting in front as he puts on his seatbelt. After doing the same, you pet his ears proudly.

“My good boy, such a good boy,” you coo. Katsuki’s tail swayed against his will, causing him to pout as you giggled. You drove the familiar way to work, but caused him to blink at the destination you stopped at.

FatGum’s farm.

You get out the car, opening his door and walked to the door. An excited series of barks akin to gunshots sounded off as a happy redhead bounced in the window. FatGum opened the door with a laugh as a streak of red bashed into Katsuki, sniffing and chuffing his best friend.

Katsuki couldn’t help his wagging tail as he sniffed his friend back, growling a little when he was caught smiling.

“I feel so bad leaving you alone during the day. So, whilst I’m at work, FatGum said you’re more than welcome to spend the day here! You’ll be helping him of course, with some work here and there but it won’t be difficult,” you explain happily.

Katsuki stared at you with wide eyes, Kiri clinging to him happily. He walked to you slowly, before resting his forehead against yours with a gentle bump. His carmine eyes were soft as they looked at you through blonde eyelashes. You felt his gratitude as you gave him a hug and bid him farewell, leaving him to play with his best friend.

[captain-mj]

Official request for part two of wolfshifter ghost story please! 👉👈

I can definitely do that :)

The poll said rewrite it from Ghost's perspective so this is 80% from Ghost's with a small bit of insight into Soap, basically the exact opposite of the first one! Also, already working on the next actual part

Ghost sat in his little cage before the show, eyes closing. One of his owners had come in earlier and painted the skull on him. It was a mockery of Roba’s, but it marked Ghost. His entire being started at a wolf and ended with a skull. 

He had presented as a shifter extremely early. When he was only four, he had shifted and hid under his bed to get away from his dad. His mom had been delighted, a shifter herself, while his dad had been less than pleased. It was… rather easy honestly. With all of his other troubles growing up, being a shifter didn’t really rank as a problem. 

A few school friends thought it was cool. It was unusual, but it was like having heterochromia or a gaming system. Cool, but not the biggest thing in the world. Sometimes, he’d shift and walk around in the sun. 

Late at night, in this tiny cage, he pretended he could still feel his friend’s hands. The warmth of the sun. Anything and everything. Fresh food. The air. 

They dripped blood as they dragged the carcass of the last wolf away. It smeared and several of them started barking and thrashing. All of them full of bloodlust. 

Ghost was no better. He gnawed at the cage and thought of the ring. 

Fighting was easy. He fought in the military. He fought his dad. He fought and he fought and he fought and…. 

It got fucking nowhere. 

Ghost growled and lashed out at the handler before he was forced into the ring. The arena was deafening. People cheered and he could hear himself being announced. 

A few people cheered for him. Like he was a boxer or maybe a musician. Someone that deserved praise instead of a murderer. 

Regardless of all of that. He faced off the wolf across from him. 

She panicked. She started to scratch at the walls and try to escape. Unshifted, she was probably a smaller person. That would give her advantage against the others. But not Ghost. 

Shame. 

He growled and she yelped and tried to climb out. 

Ghost rushed forward and opened his jaws, grabbing her and dragging her out onto the floor. 

Unshifted, who was she? Would they be friends? Would they have sat in the sun together?

Ghost shook her like a squeaky toy. He felt her snap at his ears but she couldn’t twist herself enough to get a good grip. He tossed her to the side. His jaws snapped again and then he heard someone shouting down at him. 

There was a gun. A man held it but it was pointed at him. Someone yelled Gaz and he looked up. So Ghost assumed his name was Gaz. 

But Gaz kept pointing the gun at him and Ghost slowly backed away, body shaking. He heard another click of a gun and saw another man also pointing at a gun at him too. 

“Careful Soap. And you don’t make a move Ghost.” Clearly Mexican based on the accent. It sounded familiar. Maybe from somewhere near where he had been living. 

Ghost turned his head and saw a third man in his arena. The man grabbed the injured wolf and carried her away. Someone else took her and then he held out a leash. One of the ones with the poles that made him feel like he couldn’t breath. 

Ghost snapped and snarled, trying to defend himself. He didn’t want this man near him. He didn’t want any of them to touch him. 

Fight. Fighting. Got to fight. Protect himself. 

"Listen, I want to help you, okay?" Soap said, sounding very scottish. 

Ghost wanted to retort that he was a fucking liar. That he absolutely did not fucking believe him. Whatever they were going to do to him, it was probably just as bad if not worse than what he had been doing. At least here, he hoped he could one day die with dignity. In battle. He thought he heard once that those who died in battle went to Valhalla as warriors. There were worse things. 

Something hit his shoulder. Spiraling out from that spot was a paralyzing cold feeling. It burned slightly after a moment but he could feel time slowing as he slumped down. 

In the records, his file was simple. 

Lieutenant Ghost. A picture of a wolf. Measurements. 

Does not shift back. 

Do not allow him to shift back. 

Bought for $40k and had already made twice that back and then some. 

Nothing else. Why would there be a need?

Ghost bit back a whimper at the raging headache. It felt like a hammer was hitting his temples. 

The scottish man smiled. “There you are! Sorry for the cage, i promise it’s a formality. As soon as you shift back, we can help you.” It took him a minute but he remembered the name Soap again.

Ghost looked up at him. The cage was bigger than his normal one. Much bigger actually. He could stand up without having to hunch over and make a full circle without having to bend his body unnaturally. 

Rather homey honestly. However, he did not let Soap know this. He gave no reaction to him. 

“Hey, Alejandro! Can you help me with something?” The man with the gun came back and Ghost started to snap at him. Alejandro took a step back and went for the gun and that only upset Ghost more. He was afraid. Very afraid. He didn’t like guns. They were loud and they hurt and they burned and he didn’t want anything to do with them. 

“Nevermind. I’m going to need some Spanish lessons from you soon though.” Soap waved him away and closed Ghost’s cage. "I'll be back soon, okay?"

Ghost didn’t care. He wanted them both gone honestly. 

But when they were both gone, Ghost just sat there. There was enough room that he might be able to shift like this, but what would he do if he escaped? Where would he go? 

The fight just went out of him. He continued to lay there silently. 

Someone who smelled familiar walked past. One of the wolves he had fought. They looked at him and flinched. They were shifted. Looked different. But they reacted like he was a snake trying to bite them. 

When they fled, Ghost just felt worse. He tried to sink into the ground, half hoping he’d melt into a puddle and bleed into the Earth. 

Then Soap came back. Carrying things. Something smelled good. 

Soap set food in front of him. It smelled delicious, but Ghost didn’t want to get up. He didn’t want to move. 

And then Soap was in his space. He had leaned all over him, throwing a blanket over him and Ghost’s hackles raised. It was instinct. Just instinct. But he bit him. 

Soap jerked back but now that Ghost’s head was up, he decided to start eating. It tasted great. Homey. He really was starving. They mostly fed them raw meat. Wolf shifters couldn’t thrive on dog food or they’d probably just feed them that. Ghost was sure that if he never ate red meat again, it would be too soon. Soap moved and Ghost thought, hysterically in hindsight, that he’d take it from him. He snarled at him and Soap quickly went still again. 

Though, this soup wasn’t half bad. He licked the bowl clean, but he was careful not to dirty himself up. 

Ghost let him leave, laying back down on the floor. Soap stood next to the door and kept it open. "Do you want to get out?"

Ghost looked at him and slowly backed further into the cage. No. He didn’t particularly want to. The cage was safe. 

"Alright... just... tell me when you want to get out okay? You can shift as soon as you're ready."

Ghost would not be. He nodded though and Soap smiled which was weird. Why would he smile at something so small?

Every day, Soap brought him food. It’s how he kept track of the days. At first, he counted as if Soap visited once a day before realizing that couldn’t be it. Once he realized he visited twice a day, the timeline made more sense. 

Soap would sit with him occasionally and talk. It was clearly a means to an end. He wanted Ghost to shift. Ghost didn’t know why though. 

There were a few reasons it could be. He might want to see how he looks. Examine him as a human. Test something. Who knows. Roba had let men assault Ghost before. Maybe this guy was like that. Wanted to know if he was worth whatever money he put down. Or worth killing everyone in the arena. 

Ghost assumed he killed them all at least. It was what made the most sense. 

The worst part about that time though, were the others. Other wolves that passed by him. Some looked afraid. Some looked angry. The worst were the ones that looked at him with pity. Like they knew something he didn’t. He snarled at those and they all quickly ran off. After 21 of Soaps’ trips, or roughly 10 and a half days, they slowed. It went from two or three a day to none. One the 11th and 12th day. None the 13th. And now it was the 14th. 

Soap spoke to him. He tried to speak in broken Spanish but when Ghost just stared at him blankly, he seemed to get the message. 

Today though, the man was staring at him again. 

He was the only person besides Soap that visited. He didn’t usually speak. Just… stared. Ghost stared back. 

He wore a fishing hat. And sometimes, he reminded him of someone. Ghost could never put together who though. 

The man left. 

Ghost was alone. 

Soap was late. He did not bring breakfast. The man did. 

Then, Soap was there. With leather in his hands instead of a bowl. 

Soap’s hands were soft. They led Ghost out of the cage. 

Ghost felt like he should fight back more. But he wasn’t sure he could handle anymore time in this place. The monotony had started to wear at him. Digging into his soul. 

Soap muzzled him and it felt grounding. Maybe it shouldn’t. He wondered briefly if Soap found the acting as claiming as Ghost did. 

Did he feel he owned part of Ghost now? The leather pressed to his skin and it was familiar. Like wearing a jacket that’s a little too hot but its yours. The collar went on next. Ghost took a deep breath to make sure he could breath. It fit perfectly. Soap checked with two fingers anyway. 

He patted him. Lightly. Ghost didn’t give him a reaction, but it felt nice. 

He fell in step behind Soap. He was glad Soap did not leash him. Ghost doubted he could survive the humiliation of it, even if he’d let him. 

The entire situation bothered him. He was exposed and unable to defend himself. Soap’s hand was so close but he refused to press into it. He was The Ghost. He didn’t need comfort. 

Ghost jumped into the passenger seat after Soap opened the door for him and he settled in. He felt warm. 

“Do ye like music?” Soap’s accent had thickened over the few days they knew each other. Ghost was pretty sure he had tried to speak clearly to him. Enunciate or whatever. That seemed to have slipped though. Soap didn’t bother and Ghost could understand him just fine. 

That didn’t mean Ghost was going to answer. He didn’t feel like it. When he was human, he did this sometimes. He’d struggle to put words together. Now it translated more to just not reacting. 

Soap put on pop music. Ghost’s ears flattened. It wasn’t that he disliked it. But it was higher pitched and…. Okay fine. He just didn’t like it. That wasn’t a crime. It wasn’t in a pretentious way! It just wasn’t his type of music. 

Ghost shifted his hand, resulting in fingers. He clicked the little button and shifted his hand back, looking out the window.

Soap fixed it after a moment and Ghost changed it back. 

“Is that you doing it?” Soap asked. 

Ghost looked at him and they had an uncomfortable amount of eye contact considering Soap should’ve been looking at the fucking road. 

“If you did, just nod and I'll leave it okay?"

Slowly, Ghost nodded. He really did not want to have to listen to more. 

“Thank you.” Soap smiled at him and Ghost’s chest felt a little warm. He turned it up for him and Ghost couldn’t stop his tail from moving. It quickly laid back down though. 

The walk inside wasn’t as bad. To any passerbyers, Ghost could just be a dog. A big dog. But a dog nonetheless. 

Soap watched Ghost curl up on the couch. Ghost didn’t really like being observed, but he allowed it. 

Soap tapped him. “I’m going to be gone a while, okay?”

Ghost didn’t really react, but Soap didn’t expect him too. 

Soap went to see Marcus. He was a nurse so he had four days and then four nights, so the day of the transition was the best time for them.

He went to his apartment, but he couldn’t shake a nasty feeling. Ghost was locked up in the house. In his house. With no supervision. 

Soap didn’t worry about him breaking anything. He was too worried he’d hurt himself or leave. So long in those places… Ghost would need time to readjust to being human. Soap worried he’d rush himself if he left. 

Though. Any progress would be nice. 

Marcus noticed how distracted he was and tapped him. “You alright? You mentioned things were hard at work. You doing okay?”

Soap liked how observant Marcus was, but one thing he hated was how his job was treated. Marcus treated it like animal control or a crime unit. Soap thought of it more as… social work for wolf shifters.

His job was important to him, but he couldn’t really talk about it, because….

“You know, if you wanted to quit and find something else.”

There it is…

“No. I’m fine. It’s a little sad, but I’m just not feeling great today, don’t worry.” Soap smiled.

“Alright, if you’re sure…” Marcus put his arm around him and pulled him closer. 

Soap left soon after that to find Ghost in the bathtub. 

Ghost always kept an eye or ear on Soap. He always wanted to be aware of his position. If it felt like Soap was trying to sneak up on him, he’d flee the room. 

Soap looked so nervous when he took the muzzle off for their first meal together. He did it like Ghost might lash out. Ghost considered it just to prove him right, before changing his mind and devouring the steak in front of him. 

Rare. 

There was blood on his paws. 

Blood in his teeth. 

Ghost jumped down and sat under the table instead. He wasn’t upset. A little offended, but not traumatized. He just… didn’t want to be perceived at the moment. Not at all. 

Soap didn’t bother him for a minute before he came and sat with him, bringing the food too. He glanced at him for a moment before switching their plates. Ghost ate Soap’s food a little easier. His tail gave another thump he forgot to control and he growled at the inconvenience of it. 

Soap gently scratched at where the muzzle pressed to his skin and Ghost let him. It felt nice. 

Soap tried to be subtle. Little things. Offering him clothing. Putting things just out of reach. Talking to him. He wanted him to shift. 

And Ghost did. Just not in front of Soap. He would wait until he was gone to Cologne guy and he’d practice things. Walking upright for one. Talking was another. His voice was hoarse. He wanted to be presentable. 

It was the third day of the the cycle. Ghost had started using it to keep track of time. He didn’t count the days, just kept it as a reminder. 

"Ghost?"

Ghost grunted, letting Soap know he was listening.

"If you shift back, I won't say anything to anyone. Just... so we could talk. I want to help you."

Not yet. He didn’t want to talk about it. Didn’t want to be human. 

Ghost never missed his cage though. 

Marcus appeared. Ghost didn’t listen to the conversation. His entire world boiled down to the cigarettes in his pocket. 

Nicotine. Sweet, sweet nicotine. That sounded perfect. 

Once he took them, he waited until they left to shift and start smoking. 

It didn’t taste as good as it used to, but it took the edge off. 

He wrapped the sheet around himself when he heard them arguing. He still had some modesty of course. 

Soap was staring at him. It made Ghost feel funny. He’d be a liar if he said he didn’t find Soap pretty, but he was not going to be a homewrecker. 

"You have shit taste in smokes." Because it was true. 

"I..." Marcus trailed off, staring at him. He eyed Ghost. Eyes traveling over muscle and scarring. Ghost felt a distinctive sorta pride in the fact even like this, he struck fear in people’s souls. 

"Are you going to leave already?" Ghost wanted him gone. He didn’t like him very much. 

Marcus gritted his teeth and nodded, backing away, his eyes never leaving Ghost’s. Like he was a wild animal that would fight him if he turned his back. 

Maybe it was an accurate assessment. 

Soap stared at him. "All I had to do was get you cigarettes?"

Ghost grunted and looked away. He pulled the blanket up a little more, but it uncovered his legs. Too small. 

"Simon."

"Huh?"

"You said when we first talked, you wanted something besides Ghost. My name is Simon." Ghost blew more smoke, leaning against the wall. He wasn’t sure why he told Soap that. It wasn’t important. It felt important though. 

Soap nodded. "Simon. I like it. Now that you're talking, we can try to fi-"

"My family is dead Johnny. Saw their bodies myself. Any friends I had are long gone too." He took a drag. This conversation wasn’t going to continue. 

"That why you didn't want to shift back?"

"Exactly why. What was I going to do? I knew once I talked, you guys would throw me on the streets. That's the next step right?"

"No. Absolutely not." Soap was almost offended that Ghost thought so low of him.

Ghost frowned. "I bit you. I caused you a lot of trouble." He certainly didn’t consider himself worth the effort. 

"But I won't throw you out. I'd like to think we're a bit closer than that."

Ghost stared at him. His long hair got in his eyes. "Johnny."

"Yeah, Simon?"

"I'm going to take a bath. I need one. Do you have any clothes I can borrow?" 

"I'll see what I can find."

"Thank you." He sighed softly and the black leather tugged tighter against his skin. "And I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"Scaring you." Simon meant it genuinely. 

"You were frightened too. Don't worry. I didn't take it personal." Soap grinned. 

Ghost nodded and went to take a bath. He didn’t remove the muzzle. Only Soap could do that. But he did scrub himself clean. He made sure to go over his tattoos and his scarring carefully. His tattoos were still in pristine condition. Probably all the fur. 

Soap put the clothing in the bathroom and Ghost could feel him lingering. 

“Marcus won’t be back.”

“Hmm.” Ghost responded and turned the water off. He dragged a towel in to the shower and dried himself off before grabbing the clothes. Only once he was dressed did he step out. 

Soap was staring again. He wasn’t scared. Looked more intrigued than anything. 

The clothing was tight. Especially around his chest and when he moved, it showed his midriff. 

“I’ll take you shopping tomorrow. If you’re up for it. You’re a lot better off than I was expecting. I was worried so long being shifted would have effected you, but you seem… your speech is perfect. No trouble walking.” 

Soap glanced at his face and frowned. “Let me get that stuff off of you.”

Ghost flinched back. “Why?”

“You’re shifted. You’re clearly not dangerous.”

“Yes, I am. You shouldn’t trust me.”

“I do though. You’re a trustworthy person.” 

Ghost shook his head. “No… No…” He started glancing around, looking for a way out and Soap seemed to realize it. 

“Alright. We’ll keep it on yeah? No worries.” Soap smiled. 

Ghost nodded. 

[spookyghostbunny]

Wally the Squeaky Toy

🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼

Today is such a beautiful day, Wally thought, humming a little tune as he walked around the neighborhood. He stopped to admire some flowers when....

Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak

A noise caught his attention. He stopped what he was doing, perking up at the sound.

Squeak Squeak Squeak

He tilted his head curiously. What was making that noise?

Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak

Letting his curiosity win, he set out in the direction the sound was coming from. He couldn't put his finger on it, but somehow the strange noise sounded familiar. He wanted to know what, or who, was making it.

Barnaby sat in front of his house, happily chewing on the hotdog squeaky toy Howdy had gifted him. Noticing Wally, he waved him down to show him his new favorite toy. "Wa-" He spat out the chew toy. "Wally! I got something cool to show you!"

Barnaby! Maybe he'll know what's been making that noise? Wally quickly walked over and stood before the big dog. "Barnaby! I've been hearing this weird noise today! Do you know what it is? What if it's a new friend! Can you help me find it?" Wally asked while bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Barnaby put a paw on Wally's shoulder. "Whoa! Slow down there, bud. I haven't heard anything out of the ordinary. Are you sure you haven't just misheard it?"

Wally rapidly shook his head. "It didn't sound like any animal that I know of! It was different, yet oddly familiar..." He trailed off, finally noticing the noise had stopped. Where did it go? Did he scare it away?

Barnaby rubbed his chin thoughtfully. He looked down after remembering his squeaky toy. Then realization came over him. Wally was probably hearing the squeaking of the squeaker. He looked back at Wally who was looking a little upset now.

Barnaby knew where he heard the squeaking before.

And Barnaby had a great idea.

He shrugged, trying not to give anything away. "I don't know, Walls. Why don't we try recreating it? Perhaps that will help you remember."

Wally brightened up at the idea, his eyes going wide with excitement. He knew Barnaby was the right puppet to go to! "Yes! But- How will we do that?"

"Like this!" Barnaby yelled, tackling Wally to the ground and squeezing his sides.

Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak

Lo and behold, Wally started squeaking just like Barnaby's chew toy.

How could Wally forget he had Squeakers in his sides!?

"Hey! Hehehe! Thahat tihihickles!" Wally giggled out along with the squeaks.

Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak

"Do you remember the sound now?" Barnaby teased, his tail thumping loudly against the grass.

"Yehehes!! Yohou're suhuhuch ahahaha goof!" Wally grabbed Barnaby's arms but didn't attempt to push him away.

Squeak Squeak Squeak

Barnaby laughed along with Wally, enjoying his squeaks and giggles. His friend was like a big squeaky toy! Squeaky toy.... Barnaby slowed down his tickling, glancing between the hotdog chew toy and Wally.

The only warning Wally got was a playful growl from the silly dog.

"Ah! Barnaby! Nohohoho! Nahaht Thahat!!" Wally squealed and kicked his legs as Barnaby started giving him tickly nibbles to his sides.

Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak

All Wally got as a response was another playful growl. To make it worse, Barnaby started making 'noming' noises!

"Nomnomnomnom! Wally, these squeaks taste sooo good! Ya should share them more often!"

Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak

Wally shook his head and lightly bapped at Barnaby's. Honestly, the big dog acted like such a puppy sometimes. He- may of found it cute. Even if it was at his own demise. But if Barnaby's tail wagged any harder he might end up blowing away the whole neighborhood!

Wanting to hear more of Wally's giggles, Barnaby nuzzled his stomach, pretending to sniff out more squeaks. "Hmmm.... I know there's more in here somewhere!"

"Thehere's noho mohohore!" Wally cried, his giggles growing nervous knowing Barnaby was up to something.

"I'm sure there is! I smell one right... Here!" Barnaby exclaimed, blowing a huge raspberry on Wally's left side, shaking his head as he did so to make it worse.

SQUEAK

"...."

"...."

Barnaby burst into laughter at the loud squeak that emitted from Wally. He was laughing so hard that he ended up toppling off the painter.

Wally sat up, catching his breath as he watched his friend roll around the grass in uncontrollable laughter. He couldn't help but to giggle along as well even though he was embarrassed to no end.

"Th-that was great!" Barnaby managed before falling into more laughter.

Wally rolled his eyes fondly, fixing his hair and trying to cool his flushed face.

He was definitely going to get his revenge later.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

James used to be full of energy all the time. He used to feel so young, and energetic, like everything was possible. Or he didn't know he felt that way until he became a father.

James didn't know he would not have time for himself. James didn’t know a day could go by so fast. James didn’t know how much he would crave to crawl into bed and sleep for long.

It was 10pm. and James wasn't getting ready to go out to clubs or hanging out with friends. Like the rest of people his age. He just put his three year old to bed and finally managed to get him to sleep. If James thought he had energy as a kid was because he didn't know his son yet.

"God! Finally Harry fell asleep" James hissed when he finished climbing down the stairs and found Lily fast asleep on the couch. She was surrounded with Uni books and notes. She had been finishing her homework while James put Harry to sleep.

That's the way they had managed for the last three years. James and Lily were just 22 and parents of a kid who was growing so fast and draining their energy.

James smiled as he approached his girlfriend with caution. He removed the books from her hands. On Lily's phone, he read a few messages from her Uni friends inviting her for a few drinks and Lily rejecting them. Of course, they had been a bit irresponsable back when Harry was more of a sleepy baby and they left him with Effie and Monty or Mrs. Evans to party with friends, but not anymore. Harry wasn't a sleepy baby. He was a very intelligent and energetic boy. He noticed when his mummy and daddy were not around. He needed them. James sighed and turned off Lily's phone.

He put Lily in a more comfortable position. Pillow under her head. And a blanket on her. A kiss on her forehead.

James had done that in an impressive perfect silence. But when he took a seat beside her, cursed under his breath as a squeaky toy squealed beneath him.

Lily woke up in a beat, jumping out of the couch and looking around.

"Harry? And Harry? Is he okay?"

James shushed her and forced her to sit down. "Yeah yeah, don't worry love. He's fast asleep on his bed"

Lily sighed in relief. She gave her boyfriend a sweet smile and a little peck on the lips.

James smirked "Nice. Another one please"

Lily obeyed giving James another one. This time a real kiss in which James melted. He searched through his memories the last time they had romantic or sexy time for each other but it seemed so long ago.

"Did our boy brush his teeth?" Lily asked.

"Yeah..."

"Did he pee? Because if he doesn't he wakes in the middle of the night or wets his bed..."

"Lily... Lily..." James grabbed her chin "He peed. Twice. The second was an excuse not to get in bed yet"

"Good" Lily smiled "I fell asleep and I have a lot of homework to do" she groaned as she rubbed her eyes.

James stroked her hear as comfort "Do you want me to help?"

Lily shook her head "You've been playing with Harry all day. You're probably tired, love. Why don't you go to bed? I'll finish this in a bit" as she said this she opened her books again. But she couldn’t stop yawning.

"I hate going to bed without you" James pouted and wrapped his arms around her "Without your warm and kisses" he said this giving her a kiss on he cheek.

Lily didn't answer, she kind of pushed him away. James knew her well. She was cold and serious when she was stressed. She had been top student at Hogwarts. She put even more pressure on herself for Uni.

James remembered back then when Lily told him she was pregnant. It had been very unexpected. They had been only nineteen. But James had been happy and sure they could do this. He had been excited of being a good parent like Effie and Monty had been with him. Though it had been hard.

James left aside his dream of being a professional rugby player. And Lily had lost her scholarship in a good private Uni for her pregnancy. After Harry was born, Lily had managed to get a place in a public school. Not as good as the one she would have gone but decent enough. And James, he was pretty content working at his father's company. It was not his dream. But he liked helping Monty run it. He liked the employees as well.

And most importantly, James adored Harry. That little boy was James's life now. James had loved people in his life but no one as much as his son. James reckoned he would die for him. He would do anything to protect that boy and not let anything bad happen to him. The same applied for Lily. Lily had been making sacrifices as well. She was the best mother someone could ask for. And James fell in love with her more each day.

"What do we talked about, gorgeous?" James asked.

"What? this morning?" Lily asked nervously.

"When he agreed to have Harry" James explained "That we would do this together. The two of us. Not only you or only me. Remember?"

Lily pursed her lips. "This is me! It's my career. It's my homework. It's my life, okay?" she groaned "Just go to sleep"

James shook his head.

"You are tired" Lily insisted "We are both tired and nobody understands that! We are not able to live the lives that our friends are having. We spend all day picking up toys and listening to stupid music about cows... What sound does the cow do? Moo!!"

James sneered silently.

"Don't laugh James! I'm so tired! I want to do everything right but everything is a mess..." Lily cried "And I don't regret having Harry. I love him so much. He is the best thing that has happened to me... But sometimes it is too much"

"I know, gorgeous" James squeezed her shoulder "I feel the same... And we've done the best we could have with Harry. But we are not perfect. We are allowed to be tired"

Lily bit her lip.

"I reckon if I help you, we can finish earlier and go to sleep faster" James added with a wink "Maybe we can have time for other activities before sleep"

Lily giggled. She leaned in granting James with another kiss.

"I love you" she said making James's heart jump on his chest. Still after all this time "I think I couldn't have been able to do this without you"

James kissed her again "Love you more" he said as he put a lock of hair behind her ear "Come on, gorgeous. What do you have to do?".

James helped Lily with her homework. They both drank a large mug of coffee but still yawned every five seconds. James liked spending time with Lily like that. It reminded him of how they did homework together at Hogwarts. The nights in which they fell in love. And thinking about how much had happened since then until now, James wouldn't have changed a thing.

They didn't go to bed. They ended falling asleep on the couch. Untangled with each other and covered with many books and sheets.

"MUUUMMYYYYY!!!.... MUMMY! DAAAAAAAAADYYYYY!!! WHE'R U???"

Little Harry struggled to climb down the stairs because they were too big for him. But he managed. And he ran to find his parents sleeping on the couch. The kid giggled before yelling.

"MUUUMMYYYYY DAAAAAADYYY WAK'UP!"

"I didn't do anything Professor McGonagall!" James exclaimed as he woke up. Then he saw his third year old laughing at him. Harry's emerald eyes looked big as they stared at his father. James loved him. His heart melted for that boy.

"Hello Lil chap!" James leaned to give a wet kiss to his son's cheek "How come you get more handsome every day?" Another kiss and Harry's giggles.

"Wa'chu doin' ere, daddy?"

"Yeah... Five more minutes, Marlene" Before James could answer Lily mumbled in her sleep. Studying and doing homework had bought them back to their Hogwarts days apparently.

Harry was probably going to laugh. But James silenced him.

"Aunt Marly isn'ere..." Harry tutted.

"Mummy is talking in her sleep" James whispered as he kept his finger on his lips "Watch this, Harry..." he added, then he turned towards Lily and cleared his throat "Oh Lily... It's Marlene..." he added louder in a feminine voice. Harry covered his mouth not to laugh "Don't you want to go to practice with me so you can see James without a shirt?"

Harry let out some giggles. But Lily didn't wake. She just frowned and turned over. James smirked.

"Let's let mummy sleep for a bit more, eh Bambi?" James whispered to his son. He got up and took the little boy into his arms. "Who is the golden boy that's going to help daddy prepare breakfast for mummy?"

"MEE!" Harry yelled a bit to loud as James hushed him. But the boy covered his mouth on his own. He was too clever. "Sor'ee" (Sorry)

James giggled and kissed his cheek as he walked to the kitchen with Harry.

Raising Harry had been hard. James and Lily were exhausted all the time. They missed being young and hanging out with friends or being worried about teachers and school. Back in those glory Hogwarts days. But it all had been worthy. Because both of them loved Harry and they loved being parents. James reckoned this was another golden time of his life. Different and harder but still beautiful. They could do this together the three of them. As a family.

[coldresolve]

Moneymakers, pt.xxvi // Ratio

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A closed fist connects with the thin tissue over a cheekbone, almost in slow-motion. The impact of the knuckles violently squeezing flesh bruises down to the bone underneath, as Coat Guy’s head whips back, and he flails his arms wide to regain his balance, before falling on his ass in the middle of his circle of friends.

“Yo, what the fuck?” someone exclaims.

Others, who saw the punch coming, aren’t so slow to react.

To Renee’s right, Bastard One grabs at the shoulder of his jacket to pull him backwards. Renee twists around, elbowing the guy hard in the face, reveling in the sound of the impact, as cartilage snaps, and blood spews from a broken nose. It happens in the same instant that someone else approaches him from his left. Renee sees Bastard Two out of his periphery, even sees when the guy retracts his arm, but he’s too preoccupied by Bastard One to dodge out of the way in time. The punch hits the side of his face, and he staggers for a split second before he spins on his axis, driving a fist into the guy’s midsection, adrenaline spiking at the way his breath wheezes out through his teeth. Four seconds have passed.

It’s as if Renee’s focus shrinks down and down, until it’s the size of a pinhole. He sees the hands, hips and feet of his opponents, shrouded in red at the edges of his vision, and their angry faces blur in with the background. His only instinct becomes to tear the bodies that circle him to pieces. Like a filter painting them in a strange light. He wants to see them suffer, and writhe, and squirm.

Fuck them all. Fuck everything.

The next guy in line approaches. He’s about the same height as Renee, but good deal broader, to such a degree that it gives Renee pause. For a moment or two, they square up against each other, feet moving, loose fists defensively raised.

Renee is the one that breaks the dance.

He lunges for the guy, telescoping an uppercut with his right hand, but at the last second, he hits the guy with his left hand instead, fist driving upwards from his waist. It hits the guy in the soft flesh underneath his jaw, and Renee hears the snap of is teeth slamming together.

Bastard Four is already facing him. Seeing the tall one stagger out of his periphery, Renee lets out a wordless yell, which makes Bastard Four tense up, bracing for an attack that doesn’t come.

Renee snickers.

He feels invincible. He feels like a God.

Someone tackles him from behind.

It’s a full body tackle, and they’ve clearly had a running start, because Renee gets thrown forward, nearly missing the tall guy as he crashes onto the ground, taking off with his arms to halt his fall, bits of gravel on the dirt path slicing through the skin of his palms. On the ground, him and his newest attacker roll over each other, and Renee tries to continue that momentum, flipping onto his hands and knees in an attempt to get back on his feet. But his tackler – Bastard Two, now recovered – is grabbing onto his clothes, in an desperate ploy to keep him grounded. It only serves to make Renee’s anger spike, and he wraps his hands around the guy’s throat, squeezing hard. Sees the way the guy’s eyes bulge, not unlike a dog’s squeaky toy.

A flash of white.

A moment of weightlessness.

Reeling, Renee tries to gather his bearings. He’s lying on his back now, staring up into the grey clouds, and the side of his head has exploded in pain so intense, it’s making his vision blurry. Panting heavily, he grasps the side of his head, feeling a wetness there, his fingers are stained red.

“Fucking psycho!” someone yells, and kicks him hard in the side, cracking two of his ribs. He doesn’t hear them break, but he feels it, the way the bones snap. He rolls onto his side, heaving for breath, clutching his abdomen. Barely feels the pain in light of the crushing agony in his head, but it feels appropriate to gasp a little.

Others seem to get inspired by that. Soon the kicks are raining down on him, digging into the flesh of his lower back, jolting his entire nervous system when they hit his spine – that’s when they’re not aiming for his head, which he tries to protect with his arms, but he only manages to cover his face.

Renee doesn’t know how long it lasts, only that his entire body is burning by the time someone in the group finally tells the others to stop.

Breathing hard, Renee rolls over on his stomach, and is painfully pushing himself off of the ground when a weight settles on his back, squeezing the air out of his lungs. Fighting to regain his focus, Renee gasps under the weight, eyes dancing over the shoes that encircle him, as his arms are forced onto his back and pinned there with a knee. “Get the fuck off me,” he groans.

He sees one man’s boot retract, but he only manages to close his eyes before it connects with the side of his face, whipping his vision sideways, he’s blinking stars. He feels the blood running into the crevasses of one eye from a split eyebrow, feels it trickle down the side of his head as he desperately struggles against the weight pinning him in place. The pain in his ribs is making him dizzy. 

“You make some weird life choices,” someone says above him, and then steps on his head, pressing his face into the blood-speckled dirt. Renee lets out a wordless cry of rage. “But I guess that’s not unusual for a faggot,” Coat Guy chuckles.

“Motherfucker,” Renee wheezes, trying to write free, shaking violently in an attempt to dislodge his assailants. He can’t catch his breath. It’s like several people are sitting on top of his back, compressing his lungs. The blood is starting to run into his eye. “Get the fuck off of me!”

Laughter above. The men not busy pinning him down circle around him like vultures orbiting dying prey. “What do we do with him now?” someone asks.

“He broke by fucki’g dose,” someone else says.

“I say we give him something to remember us by,” Coat Guy says.

“Don’t you fucking dare touch me,” Renee hisses. “Don’t you fucking dare!” He can hear the desperation in his own voice, hidden beneath layers and layers of aggression.

“You right-handed, huh?”

“Go fuck yourself,” Renee grunts, voice cracking.

Coat Guy laughs. “I’ll take my chances, then.”

“Don’t fucking touch me!”

“Try and lay out his arm, Jordie.”

Bastard One obliges, prying Renee’s arm from his back. Renee shouts with the strain of trying to retract his arm, trying to fight against it, but it’s all but useless, and soon his arm is extended out at his side, fingers clawing in the dirt.

Coat Guy still isn’t satisfied. “I’d like him to look at it, guys.”

“Fucking sadist,” Renee spits. “You pay me? Huh? Do you pay me?”

“He’s fucken crazy,” someone laughs.

Renee groans as they press his cheek into the dirt, facing his extended arm, and someone holds his head steady with a firm grasp in his hair. Blood rolls across his forehead from whatever injury he sustained on the side of his head. He can do nothing but watch as Coat Guy stands over him, ugly smirk on his face.

“I’m gonna teach you a lesson, man, since you seem so desperately in need of one.”

Laughter all around. Renee scowls up at him, teeth gritted.

Coat Guy takes a few step back to get a running start. Renee sees what he intends to do a split second before he does it, and manages to hiss out a “No.”

Then Coat Guy kicks his arm as hard as he can. Something near the elbow snaps, and the arm bends wrong.

Renee screams into the dirt.

Cheering.

The pain nearly knocks him out cold.

They’re fucking cheering.

💵

Lying in the dirt, clothes tattered, still bleeding, he looks up at the rolling clouds and just breathes for a while.

No passers-by come to check on him.

Almost like he’s cursed.

💵

The ordeal must’ve taken less than five minutes in total, but Renee feels as though he has run a full marathon. Exhaustion washes over him like a heavy weight, bogging him down, making his knees shake. Every step brings an ache somewhere in his battered body. He walks somewhat crouched over the broken ribs, hand clutching his bicep as he lets his broken arm dangle at his side. Worst of all, still, is the pain in his head. Renee can’t stand headaches. Can’t stand how all-consuming they tend to be, how they rob your attention. Now, it’s like the lights are so bright, they slice through his brain like a knife. He still doesn’t know what hit him.

Strangers stare at him as he hobbles past, wide-eyed, and open-mouthed, clearly alarmed by the sight. Renee supposes there’s really no way to hide from prying eyes, not when you’re six feet four and covered in blood and grime. He can’t help but swallow down anger at the humiliation of having people see him like this. He throws up the hood of his jacket, but that only serves to roll a fresh batch of gravel and dirt down his back. So that’s great.

The walk back to the Jackson household feels longer than it did on his way out. It feels grating, wears him down, until he’s like a walking husk, a sorry excuse for a man.

He wonders how often Conrad feels like this.

Now there’s a thought better left packed down in some abandoned corner of his mind. Renee sneers at the parallels, hobbling on.

He has to take a moment to collect himself before he painfully climbs the steps up to the front porch next to Jackson Auto. Voices in the kitchen hush at the sound of the door going. He closes it in silence, exhaustion once again rearing its head at the realization he made it back.

Footsteps, and Shaun leans his head out the door to the kitchen. He draws in a sharp breath when he sees Renee. “What happened to you?”

“Just… got mugged,” Renee mutters, leaning his back against the door, wincing at the ceiling.

 “Come in, come in, let’s have a look at you.”

Renee is filled with reluctance at that. He just wants to sleep, to give in and disappear into unconsciousness for a while. He has two and a half Xannies in his backpack – honestly, he should’ve taken them sooner, and this whole thing may have been avoided.

Shaun spots him clutching his arm strangely, and is quick to offer a hand as Renee undoes the buttons of his jacket with his good hand. “Let me take that – here, I’ve got it.” 

“Can you just – not fucking touch me right now?” Renee snaps.

Shaun hesitates, looking at him in pensive surprise for a good five seconds before he finally puts up both hands, as if at gunpoint. “I’m just trying to help,” he says.

“No thanks,” Renee jeers. Swallowing down a knot of shame, he stubbornly sets on peeling off his jacket on his own. “I’m fucking fine,” he mutters angrily, teeth gritted hard to keep himself from crying out in pain as he slides the jacket over his shoulder, careful not to disrupt his broken arm too badly. Panting by the end of it, he finally lets his jacket drop to the ground.

Shaun lets him pass in the narrow hallway, and Renee catches Imani putting a hand over her mouth at the sight of him as he passes the door to the kitchen. Renee tries not to let the concerned look bother him, just hobbles into Conrad’s room, teeth gritted.

Davin looks up from his phone. “What h—”

“Don’t fucking talk to me,” Renee growls.

Davin raises his brows at that, thankfully closing his mouth. He doesn’t say anything when Renee opens his backpack and scours through its contents one-handed to find the orange pill container. Popping off the lid with his thumb, Renee leans his head back and swallows one bar straight out of the cylinder.

Then he finally, finally sits down. Sighing deeply, he leans his head back against the wall and closes his eyes.

It takes about a half-hour for the drugs to set in, and by then, Renee’s anger has dissipated, giving way to pure, unparalleled exhaustion. As his breathing evens out and his heartrate drops, his vision starts to get that dream-like quality where all the details blur into inconsequential background noise, and his head and limbs begin to feel heavy.

He is very, very far away when Davin crouches down beside his chair.

“Renee,” he says, all quiet. “You’ve got a pretty nasty gash on the side of your head, and it’s still bleeding. Kinda thing that needs a few stitches. Would you let me take a look at it, hm? No talking, I promise.”

Head swimming, Renee closes his eyes against the dizziness. “I don’t know what they hit me with,” he mutters.

“That’s alright,” Davin says gently. “It’s not important now.”

Renee nods a little. Looks down the length of his own body, where both his hands lie slack in his lap. “They broke my arm,” he says.

 “We’ll figure that out, too,” Davin says.

Renee thinks the pills might make him high enough. “Alright,” he says. “Do it.”

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[msweebyness]

DuPont School for Monstrous Youths- Headcanons

Here are some fun facts about the kids from the Monster Universe! As always, @imsparky2002 and @artzychic27! If you guys want to follow up with some of your own, I’d love that! Enjoy these little tidbits! Leave thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

The effects of Alix’s stone gaze varies based on her mood at the time and whether or not she did it on purpose. The time frame can vary anywhere from around half an hour to a full week, so watch yourself with this Gorgon!

She has eighteen snakes in all, named as follows: Corkscrew, Iggy, JuJu, Flicks, Nyssa, Twister, Fitz, Ripper, Duke, Marty, Dodger, Jazz, Kit, Babs, Turbo, Rambo, Glimmer, and Bastard (or Bas).

Ondine needs to douse her gills with water every twenty minutes or so, or else her skin will dry out. Her friends usually have spare bottles with them in case she forgets to bring her own.

Simon is frequently getting hit by things he didn’t see coming. In a literal and physical sense. Cyclopes have terrible peripheral vision.

Kim hates vegetables and anything sweet due to werewolves being carnivores. You will only find steak in this boy’s lunchbox!

His friends all keep treats and toys on hand to distract him when needed. His favorite toy is a squeaky bone that is rarely not kept in his backpack.

Ivan and Denise have a habit of engaging in random wrestling matches no matter the time of day. They could be sitting at lunch and one will grab the other in a headlock. Their friends and partners have accepted this as a Sasquatch/Yeti thing, and it’s not like anyone can stop them.

They also have a hype-up ritual of sorts that they perform when in competitive or battle-adjacent situations, consisting of punching each other in the stomach as hard as possible, letting out a loud scream/roar in each other’s faces, before finally violently cracking their heads together. It’s…frightening.

Waving any kind of fabric in Cosette’s face will enrage them and cause her to charge. Playing matador may seem like a funny idea at the time, but it’ll end with your ribs broken.

Aurore’s alien species can learn languages and read people’s minds and feelings by touching their foreheads. So if she asks for permission to do this, that’s why!

Mireille can contort and flatten her body to fit into the smallest and strangest spaces possible, and they often use this skill to find somewhere to hide when they need time to unwind.

Nathaniel is as heavy as being made of solid stone would suggest, only Ivan and Denise are capable of lifting him. For this reason, he never goes swimming.

The war between vampires and werewolves ended centuries ago with a peace treaty, but Juleka and Kim often pretend to be rivals, trading playful insults and mock-snarling at each other. (They’re actually good friends.)

Vampires have a special kind of industrial sunscreen that allows them to walk in daylight, so don’t worry about Juleka and Luka. They still don’t show up in photos though!

Marc is attracted to bright lights and can often stare at them for hours on end. Nathaniel often gives him lanterns, lamps and other light fixtures as gifts.

Nino’s charges last around a month before he needs to plug in again, and it takes a full day, so he has a pass from class and his friends take notes for him on those days.

Jean never sings opera because when phantoms do this, it makes people go completely mad. He suspects it has something to do with a certain ancestor.

Alya can only pick up solid, non-ghost objects if she’s focusing on doing so. The second she loses concentration, it phases right through her body.

Mylene’s vines have to be trimmed regularly due to growing very rapidly and in great numbers, and people are frequently tripping over them.

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FOR THE ASK GAME.

6 for Jaide/Levi, 17 for either Ichor or Outly (unless there's lore you don't want to spoil), 19 for the whole squad, 27 for Outly (specifically during the acts he's on your side), 49 for Ichor (Not Jaide doesn't count), and 43 if you'd like for any of them :)

(Also 48 for Jaide but we know how that'll go skwkjdnedn)

6. What do you think your OC was like when they were younger/what they would be like when they grow up?

When Jaide was a kid, she was quite sweet. A little shy and studious, but a nice kid nonetheless.

Levi didn’t get to live past his childhood, but he took after his parents in sweetness. He was a rather curious kid, but learned at a young age that suppressing his questions and bowing his head eagerly keeps him safe. If he had the chance to grow up, he would’ve been a very kind and loyal person.

17. If they had a storybook, like the ones presented in-game, what would it detail about them?

A storybook for the Outlander wouldn’t have much ‘story’, but instead would display the conditions of living in the underworld and give insight into why he acts the way he does :)

As for Ichor, a storybook for them might detail their journey to fill their grimoire and their eventual judgement and entrapment in the mask. Maybe it’s also tease Ichor’s one friend…

19. If your OC was on the Arctic Cruise, what would they likely be found doing? What would they say to Hat Kid/Bow Kid upon interacting with them?

Jaide rather wouldn’t go on the cruise… it’s much too cold for her taste. Maybe she’d be at the beginning to wave the kids off, but she wouldn’t actually get on the boat.

The Outlander, in all likelihood, is probably the cause of the disaster and mess that the kids have to clean up in Ship Shape…

Ichor came along since they want to travel! See more of what the physical world has to offer, y’know? And maybe to pester Snatcher some. They comment on the fascinating or weird things they find.

Karmin’s there for a vacation. She stays by the pool but doesn’t go in. If asked why, she’ll answer that she has a vendetta against water.

27. What would your OC's idle animation/s be? How would they react if Hat Kid/Bow Kid whacked them with their umbrella? (would they do the squeaky toy animation or would they give an appropriate reaction?)

The Outlander has slight motions of his ear/horn twitching and his tail curling, but when you’ve been still with him for a while, he’d have animations of him tapping his hands together and glancing around suspiciously, keeping watch for Jaide.

If you whacked him he would flinch and have various voicelines, like “Ow!” or “Hey, quit it!” or distressed hissing and growling.

49. If Hat Kid/Bow Kid had to fight your OC, how might your OC counter them and what would happen? 

Oh, that’s cute. There’s no way to beat Ichor! :) The battle would be over in a flash. The kids would respawn endlessly until Ichor figures their secret out and uses their timepiece stash to put a stop to it.

43. Share a favorite art piece or creation you have made or someone else made you with this OC!

MARCI. YOUR BOSS SCREENS ARE MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE. I CAN’T GRAB THEM RIGHT NOW BUT I AM SO FERAL OVER THEM!!!

48. Are there any other OCs that belong to you or a friend that your OC has a connection to?

Weeell, of course there’s your OC Sky, and there’s Ameya (idk their username off the top of my head </3), but I have an ongoing rp with the lovely @gracebeth3604 and @rubys-forest with their Amy and Queen, respectively.

However, I HAVE to mention @corrupted-tale, the og. Jaide has made a wonderful found family with all of Doll’s characters, like Taysa and Lune :)

[almondes]

Just some random things about my WoL that I need to get out of my brain:

They were originally going to be a BKM, but the thought of being able to poke at people with a plastic sword toothpick AND do magic really bought them into RDM

They don't like hugs, but they would accept them if given one. They give the squishiest of hugs- like they would make the squeaky toy noise if possible- which Flow exploits by grabbing them by the scruff of their clothes so that they can't run from his hugs lol

Complains about neck pain a bunch- especially during their time in Ishgard when everyone around them is a tall-af elezen and they are a short-af lalafell...

Speaking of Ishgard, Bell loves Ishgardian weather- the dreary clouds that cover the sky, the crunchy snow beneath their feet, the fog that rolls over every time it rains- anything other than the hot air in Ul'dah is better and Ishgard checks all of those boxes; it's just like the stories they've heard.

They're usually not very talkative, preferring to talk as little as possible- leaving it to Alphie to fill in the empty air.

They have also tried this on Estinien. It also did not go well.

Due to their unfortunate height, Bell has developed a habit of jumping onto a taller friend's back to get a better look at various things. They do this to both Thancred and Flow(bf's WoL) the most often as the both of them feel the most stable when jumping up on(they're both tanks).

They tried it on Alphinaud once as a test and the boy fell ass bsckwards... never again.

In adjacent to that, they also tend to hold on to a stray piece of flowing fabric/loose pants leg on others for comfort; it helps them stay grounded and not lash out during a stressful confrontation(without combat) that requires careful wording- diplomatic stuff really. They hate forced social interaction.

They are prone to snap at others- coming off as rude or insensitive- due to their upbringing and see the worst in people before they can see the good. It took a while for them to really be friendly to a lot of the Scions- especially to Minfillia. They just could not wrap around their head that she just wants to do good, without a bad ulterior motive. It does not help that they(Bell) have a resting bitch face.

However on the flip side, once they warm up to someone, they are more careful with their words- still very curt and blunt, but not as "murderous" as they are to strangers. The rude behavior is a defense mechanism so that they don't get hurt if they get too attached.. A real tsundere if you ask me-

Bell was born and raised in Ul'dah! They were supposed to take on the family business and namesake but instead they ran away from home- stealing a bit of gil from their vault- and hiding in odd places around the Black Shroud until the gil ran out and they needed a job. Sooooo they came BACK to Ul'dah to be a Thaumaturge, all the while they try to dodge any interation with their parents' employees. Fun times :)

Mahi is their longest and most sarcastic loyal retainer, a rather tall elezen man who has journeyed with Bell for a little bit during their stay in Gridania- opting to become their retainer when they decided to go back to Ul'dah. He's also the one who told stories about his time in Ishgard to them.

Unlike their DND counterpart, FFXIV!Bell is just nicer overall. They at least acknowledge their mannerisms are sometimes very prickly and aren't as pessimistic nor actively hostile towards others. They are trying!! To be!! Better!!

Have they fallen in love before? Yes. It started off as a lil tingle in their chest, and grew to quite the size... But when they found out that the person they had feelings for had his heart somewhere else, they smothered it deep, deep down.

To change the topic now, Bell deals with pain in the worst way possible: holding onto it until it makes them collapse :)

Their mannerisms have instead taken hold of how they act around him- like taking glances at him when he's not looking. They don't notice any changes though and will probably not accept it unless locked in a room forced to confess or something.

They won't say a thing about their problems and needs unless they are dying and it worries Alphy so much- pretty sure they have given him too many things to worry about whoops-

Good thing both of their hairs are white so it can hide all the stress

[munsster]

Hi again! I have this idea for a Walter Keys (x fem!reader) fic where Keys buys the reader a puppy for her birthday and he has to go and get this puppy and all its toys and then hide it before she gets home from work. I can just imagine Keys running around his apartment chasing a little chocolate Labrador puppy or something and then the reader gets home and he surprises her with it but it's just CHAOS.

of course, you don't have to write it, but I thought it was a cute idea!

keys surprising you with a dog

A/N: THIS IS SO CUTE IM BLUBBERING LIKE A LITTLE BABY OVER IT (also i did it in headcanon format bc it felt right) SORRY I FORGOT ABOUT THE BIRTHDAY PART but it can still b read that way!!

Warnings: just fluff, cursing, a kiss, pure chaos and i love it

he definitely felt like you were dropping hints and you were NOT subtle about it

“omg look at that perfect little puppy” + *bombards his messages with pics of little doggies* + “DOG!” x100 + “don’t you just love dogs?”

but he’s pretty sure you don’t know that he knows that you know what you’re doing

tldr; he’s getting you a dog

he’s spent WEEKS scrolling thru adoption ads online and scouring shelters for the bestest boy and then

looking for a loving home: misha! chocolate lab, 7 month old, friendly/affectionate/playful, vaccines up-to-date

with the sweetest little face and a picture of him playing catch

like COME ON

you know keys immediately called the number and sped on over to the address they sent for this pup

misha sat in the passenger’s seat the whole way home, and keys quickly found out he likes the spice girls

they’re already best friends and it was only a four hour drive

……. he’s committed

only he didn’t consider: food, bowls, a bed, toys, leash, etc.

so the journey is back on, and you’re off work soon

lets misha trot around the store picking out his favorite toys (chooses the loudest, most squeaky ones and is grinning like a bastard the entire time)

picks out a matching collar + leash and a fluffy bed and like 100 pounds of dog food

needless to say, he may or may not have spent almost $1000 that day

no matter ‘cause the look on your face is gonna be priceless, he can already tell

then he lets misha off his leash and into the apartment

and he’s off

sprinting into the bedroom and out again, barking at nothing, bouncing off the walls, he’s got the ZOOMIES for sure

and keys is just standing in the front doorway, leash in hand like……. what have i done

apartment: trashed

so now he’s chasing after the ball of energy, picking up knocked over books and a lamp and trying to get the shoe out of his mouth when he hears

“… i’m home”

all while he’s crouched by the arm of the couch, eyes wide, and turned over his shoulder to smile at you

“surprise?”

and the dog comes SPRINTING out of nowhere, completely mowing him over, flattening him on the carpet

and keys just groans because he can hear you laughing while the dog laps at his face

you set your stuff down and kick the door closed and are DOUBLED over looking at this fully grown man with a dog wiggling around on top of him and nearly suffocating him

and you’re just kneeling down next to them and scratching the dog’s head while keys is playing dead and you’re like

“who’s this little guy?” “the devil” “awww, such a good boy, what’s your name, bub?” “it’s misha. and he’s insane” “hi, misha!!”

and the puppy hops into your lap and you have to hold him back from climbing you like a tree

he’s such a sweetie, and keys is still recovering

then misha sits down in your lap and is panting and nudging your hand until you pet him more 🥺🥺

“so who are we dogsitting for?”

“we’re not”

and you just laugh and shake your head while keys wipes the slobber off his face and sits up

“ha ha very funny. who?”

but keys just stares at you with that little stupid smirk and you look up from the dog and your face go so serious

keys is scared

“he’s ours?” “mhm”

and you just hug the little puppy and are literally on the verge of tears and grabbing keys by the back of his neck to give him a big kiss

and misha starts barking up at the two of you

and you pull away laughing with keys holding your hand

“he’s ours”

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[sunnyboyperson]

Make a fic about your last post pls

Okay!

TW: yandere behaviors, um robot gore? (describing oil and eyes popping out of eye sockets)

Note: Since Toy bonnie and Funtime Foxy are from different games, I'll just make it that the reader has bought toy bonnie, funtime foxy, and some other animatronics like you do in fnaf special delivery.

I kinda had to improvise this since I didn’t know what gender the reader should be or if the animatronics are human or just robots so yeah... Anyways, I do not specify the reader’s gender and I made the animatronics robots and not human, just a heads up.

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Class Fight - Melanie Martinez

❝ She had a boy wrapped around her finger tight I fell in love with him, but he wasn't in my light The teacher gave me notes to go out and give Kelly She was kissin' Brandon, I got jelly I wanted to be in her shoes for one day I just waited 'til recess to make her pay ❞

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You stared at your phone, looking at the animatronics through it. “Let’s play hide-n-seek!” Toy bonnie looked at you before turning around and he started to count. You groaned, this happened a lot of times. Mostly when you gave the other attention. The others took this as a hint and hid away, becoming invisible to the human eye. You pulled up your phone and quickly ran away to find a good hiding spot.

In your hiding spot, you quickly pulled up the app to control the animatronics. You couldn’t give them direct orders or change their personality but you could shock them to turn them off and see whenever they turned invisible with their special disks located somewhere in their body.

You got pulled out of your thoughts as you heard loud clanking somewhere in your house. You very really thought about it since Toy Bonnie did like to scare you and the others by making his footsteps loud.

“1” Toy Bonnie must’ve found someone. Maybe Chica? Rockstar Freddy? You heard some footsteps coming your way. It sounded almost quiet. You looked out from your hiding spot and saw Funtime Foxy, who stared at you before hiding somewhere else.

You quickly hide back in your hiding spot as you heard the loud clanking again. Jeez, Toy Bonnie better be careful with the things you had in your house. “2, 3” Counted Toy bonnie, his squeaky voice sounded much closer. “...4”

You heard another loud clank that sounded like metal. What the... What was just Toy Bonnie doing? You heard a high-pitched scream that seemed to belong to one of the animatronics. You quickly got out of your hiding spot and ran to where the sound was.

If Toy Bonnie was causing this or another animatronic then you could use the shocker that the app had. You stopped at the oily scene. You saw some animatronic lumped on the floor, their pieces scattered all over the living room floor. Oil smeared on the floor and the furniture. The walls seemed to have claw marks too.

Toy Bonnie stared at Chica’s head as he stepped on it, a magenta eye popped out of her eye socket and the metal squealed at the pressure. You covered your mouth, making sure to cover any sounds so Toy Bonnie wouldn’t notice you. You brought your phone up and hovered your finger over the shock button. Just as you were about to press it, you slipped on a smear of fresh oil on the tiles. You quickly grabbed onto the wall with your free hand and clutched onto your phone with your other hand. Of course, you made noise, jeez why did you let curiosity get the best of you.

“Friend?” You looked up to see Toy Bonnie staring at you. After a few seconds, he charged at you. You quickly brought up your phone and pressed the shock button. He seemed to freeze, his bright green eyes seemed to darken a little, meaning he was shut off. You quickly ran to the front door, trying to not slip on the oil (which you almost did a couple of times).

You were about to reach the door before you felt something bang onto your head, knocking you to the ground. Toy Bonnie seemed irritated as he opened his mouth to talk but you quickly flee. As a toy animatronic, he wasn’t as fast as the other models. Besides, he slowed down even more because of the shock you gave him.

You ran back to your hiding spot, knowing that going out of the windows was useless. You always kept them locked with a key since having animatronics was expensive and you weren’t about to spend thousands of dollars fixing them If they were to take down a stranger. The key was, obviously, not on you and your best bet was hiding and calling the cops. As you made sure that Toy Bonnie wasn’t near you, you quickly opened your phone and started trying to call.

You quickly stopped as you heard some thumping throughout the house, coming closer to you. You bit down on your hand as you tried to not make any noise. You felt metal arms wrapping around you, pulling you up. “There you are!” You screamed and started thrashing around, struggling to get out. Toy Bonnie tilted his head and chuckled as he saw you trying to dent his metal body. “Did you actually think you could hide from me?”

You stopped struggling as you realized you could use your phone again until you felt Toy Bonnie move and a crunch. You looked down to see Toy Bonnie’s foot on something, he lifted it up and moved it to reveal your broken phone. Then, you started to struggle, even more, you knew that this was going to make you exhausted but your flight or fight response was pushing you to keep going. “I’ve been waiting for this chance and now it’s here” You stopped and looked up at him when he released you, one of his metal hands still holding onto you. “Don’t worry,” He raised his hand, “This part won’t hurt a bit” Just before you could see what he was going to do next, something tackled him to the ground.

You bumped your head on a piece of furniture, your vision was blurry from the tears that you couldn’t hold in. The pain was unbearable as your arm felt sore now. You looked over to see Funtime foxy tearing apart Toy Bonnie as Toy Bonnie tried to do the same but failed.

“A performance was demanded of me,” Funtime Foxy pulled Toy Bonnie’s face apart as you saw wires sparking and a lime-green eye rolled over to you as your tried to move away. What the hell was into them? “And now I have delivered” Funtime Foxy stopped ripping apart Toy Bonnie as the bunny stopped moving, remaining functionless. Funtime Foxy turned to look at your cowering body, shaking in fear of what you just saw. “Encore” He whispered before he quickly made his way towards you and then your vision went black. You heard something through before slipping into a slumber.

“I’m sorry, but there was never enough room on this stage for the both of us“

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Hopefully, this is what you were kinda expecting, I’m sorry if it wasn’t it’s been half a year since I wrote a fic so my writing skills might be a bit rusty. Also please ignore any spelling mistakes or grammar errors, I kinda rushed on this... Hope you have a good day :D

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Show me your cats please?

this is Miffy, she's the matron of the cats at 16 years old. she was the only cat we actually adopted outright from a shelter. she's also the only cat who nurses blankets by actually grabbing them with her mouth. she had a sister named Zippy who died at 2 and since then she has just flat out never gotten along with another cat, ever. all the neighborhood cats are scared of her. she doesn't let anyone pick her up except my brother. she loves milk (we only have lactose-free in the house) but she drinks it by sticking her paw in the milk and then licking it off her paw. it makes a huge mess every time.

this is Carmen, she just turned 11 this month and she's my special little baby. she and her late sister Josephine randomly showed up as 4-week-old kittens in my grandma's garage in brenham tx (aka the middle of nowhere). she has free reign of the entire house and knows how to use the cat door but she never wants to leave my room. she'll only leave the room if i'm there for emotional support. she gets frightened by absolutely everything and will run at breakneck speeds to hide under my bed if you even sneeze near her. she loves to be pet very aggressively and spends most of her awake hours purring.

this is Leeroy Jenkins, he's turning 3 in a couple months. my mom's friend had brought in a stray cat named Sweetpea who turned out to be pregnant with a litter of five kittens, and we took Leeroy because nobody else wanted him. at first he was an absolute bastard hellion of a kitten and we called him the "rabid attack-squirrel" but he's since grown up into a very mild-mannered gentleman with a squeaky meow. he's also an absolutely massive beefcake and makes the other cats look puny and feeble. we call the little white spot on his chest his "cream puff" and call him a "little cream-filled boy." other nicknames include "mister buddy" and "polite young man".

and this is Doki, who my mom found as a starving adolescent kitten last autumn outside of a shelter for homeless families. we weren't planning on keeping her but she immediately got super attached to our boy Leeroy, and he really wanted a younger cat to play with (instead of frightening the tired old ladies), so we couldn't give her up! her favorite way to get leeroy to play with her is doing a slow-motion karate chop right on his nose, then immediately falling over on her back. she likes to carry toys in her mouth from room to room, sometimes even stealing small toys from the neighbors' yards. she goes crazy over jerky treats and loves to lay down with her back feet stretched out.