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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧.

ꜰɴᴀꜰ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ꜰᴏxʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ), ꜰᴏxʏ x ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)

Tw: Spoilers? Missing children, child abduction, mentions of death, FNAF stuff, slight mental illness, mentions of getting committed, a bit emotional with an almost good ending?

A/N: I choose Foxy because he is my favorite both in the game and movie. Hope ya'll like this fic.

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You were just gone for a moment, you had to use the bathroom, you thought that he'd be okay with the other kids. When you came out, he was nowhere to be seen. You looked for him everywhere, in the arcade, the ball pit, the bathroom. Then you heard that other kids also went missing. The police got called, you told your mom what happened. You were growing scared and desperate to find your brother. But weeks turned to months, and months turned to years. The police just stopped looking because they didn't find anything. No suspicious activities or of that sort. No one was found and they didn't even find one single body. It was as if they vanished like thin air. But you? You didn't stopped, you didn't plan on stopping until you found what happened to your brother.

Not only that, but your dreams got all sorts of weird. You had always dreamt of the same thing. You were at the Pizzeria, stepping out of the restroom, wearing the same clothes as you did that day, except the place would get darker and more sinister. The people around you have become faceless and the music sounded much more dimer. You'd spot your brother for a moment, then he'd vanish into thin air. Every time that would happen, you'd call out to him. Screaming his name around the pizzeria. You'd also hear a voice, it sounded robotic. It would always spell out something that you couldn't quite catch. But there were some letters that you could make out. 'C...O...M...E... F...I...N...D M...E...'. You were never able to hear it clearly, it sounded like a broken cassette tape. Then you'd wake up. The dream went on for years, you never really dreamt of anything else. If you did, it would always be something that happened in your childhood, evolving your brother. A lot has changed since he turned out missing.

Now it was the early 2000's, you were already an adult. Working a nine to five job at a Target at the mall and living with your mom still. That early morning, you've woken up from that dream. Again, that same dream. You walking out the bathroom, still wearing that outfit you wore that day and the place was full of faceless people and that music. God that music made shivers run down your spine. You did what you'd always do, look for your brother. It always ended with with you entering the main lobby, near the small single stage. And again, that voice. 'C...O...M...E... F...I...N...D M...E...'. You never could make out what he was saying. Then you'd wake up. You didn't understand it. You never understood it. You got ready for work. You put on your red polo shirt with your name tag and your light brown kaki pants. Before you left the room, you looked at a picture sitting in your night stand. It was of you and your brother, on his birthday. You remembered that summer how he had a pirate themed birthday party. He loved pirates. You remember how he would walk around with a black eyepatch and a hook on his right hand. You would even play with him when your mom would be out working late. You always choose to be a mermaid or the villain in his games. You missed those times.

Besides that, you never really planned on going to school for anything. That was the last thing you would be worried about. So you decided to work, maybe save up enough money to maybe hire a private investigator or someone who can help you find something. Now you were at work, doing what you'd normally do. Just helping customers and ringing them out. It was just a regular day. It felt slower than most days. You heard from your coworkers that a security guard got fired, before he punched a guy who he mistook as a kidnapper. If you were in his situation, you'd probably do the same. Now a-days you didn't know who you could trust or you couldn't even look away from a moment because something could happen with a blink of an eye. It was understandable, at least to you.

You've been invited to do things with your coworkers, except you've declined. Always telling them that you were busy or you just didn't feel like going out. It was hard for you to make friends, you had basically isolated yourself from everyone when your brother turned up missing. You never really tried to make friends again. This worried your mom. Since you'd only go to work, go home, eat and sleep. It was a repeated cycle. She had talked to you about going to see a therapist. But you always declined. You didn't want to go and talk to somebody about how after many years you're still on the hunt for your brother. They'll probably medicate you or get you committed into an asylum. You you avoided that topic.

After work, you were back home. In your room, looking through your book. This book had news paper articles, along with police reports, pictures and other things that you've kept for years. This was your kind of evidence that you kept. You'd study these stuff day and night, for the last couple of years. You never gave up. Not only that, but you've tried asking the owner of the place 'William Afton' if you could go into the place to investigate, except the guy never picked up the phone or responded to your letters. You've even tried to get the job as a security guard, but Steve Raglan, who was a career counselor didn't give you the job. He'd always say that. 'It wasn't good for your mental health' or that 'He needs someone who's more calm and collected'. What he probably meant was that he needed someone who wasn't crazy.

You were busy looking at the old, now yellow news paper. Re-reading the article about the missing kids. You've read it many times by now, you might even memorize it. Then you heard someone knock at your door, then they came in. It was your mom. Who had a face of worry. "Y/n? Have you ate anything?" She asked, looking over you saw that she still had her work uniform on, she must have got back. "No, not yet." You responded, then she got closer. Seen what you were reading. She let out a sigh, as if she was exhausted of some kind. "Again? Y/n, we've been over this." She said, then you looked over at her. "I know, but... I just got to find something." You added to her.

She looked at you, seen the dark circles under your eyes. Indicating that you didn't get much sleep. "Baby, it's been years." She said, while looking at you. "You just... have to accept that he isn't coming back." She said sadly, as if she didn't want to say it, but she did. "I know... I just... want to know what happened to him.. or at least who took him.." you added in defense. Your mom then fidgeted with your hair a bit, as if she was fixing it. "So do it, but... you have to stop this obsession. It's not good for you." She said to you. It went silent for a moment, then your mom let out a small sigh. "I'll get dinner started, I'll come to get you in a bit." She said, giving you a small squeeze to your shoulder and she left your room. You sighed, placing your hands on your cheeks and leaned on the desk. Trying to think of what your mom said. Then you looked at picture sitting on the night stand for a moment. After a whole silent minute, you got up from the desk and went into the kitchen where your mom was, to help her with dinner.

You were at the food court, you had taken your lunch break, now you were heading back. You weren't watching where you were going and you've bumped into somebody. Making them drop a book of theirs. "Shit, I'm sorry." You said, picking up the old looking small book with the title which read 'Dream Theory'. Interesting. "It's alright." He said, then you handed the book to the guy. He was cute. He had messy brown hair and slightly tired eyes. The same description as the security guy who got fired.

"Are you... the guy who got fired from security?" you asked him. He had a look of embarrassment, but he nodded. "Yeah, that's me." He said. It was quiet for a moment, but you spoke again. "What you did was understandable." You said, making him look at you with his eyes slightly wide by your words. "You think so?" He asked. "Yeah, now a-days, you don't even know people's intentions or motives. I would have probably done the same if I were you." You explained. He only nodded at your words, at least someone also thought like him. "Well, I better go, hopefully I'll see you around." You said with a small smile. He nodded and returned the smile. Afterwards, you headed back towards your work place, while he also left to his destination.

You were back home, counting the money you kept in a shoebox underneath your bed. It was enough to fire an investigator, but you knew that you'll need more. This would probably cover the bear bare minimum. It was frustrating. You've spent a whole year saving, yet it didn't feel like it was enough. You knew that you should have got a job sooner, than later. Again, you went through the same old articles and pictures. Trying to find something again. But nothing, it was the same old thing. The same words and the same people in the pictures. Of kids playing around the arcade and one of a person dressed as a yellow bunny. That was odd, you don't remember that bunny at the pizzeria. When was he added? When you looked at the picture of him posing with a girl with blonde hair in pick tails, it felt creepy in a way. Almost unsettling. You didn't really notice this picture or you probably didn't notice it at first.

It was another day, you were in the register, ringing people out. You sighed, in exhaustion. Your feet were hurting and time felt much slower than usual. Another costumer came to the register. You gave them the best smile. "Hello-" you were cut off guard, seen that it was that guy you met the other day. "Oh, it's you. Find everything alright?" You asked him, like you'd normally asked every costumer. You scanned the box of crayons and paper, along with a few things he had in his basket. "Yeah, thanks." He said, while grabbing his wallet. "Found a job yet?" You asked him, out of politeness. "If you haven't, I'm sure you could send in your application." You said. "I actually already did, but thank you for the offer." He responded. You nodded, as you placed the items in a white plastic bag with the red Target logo. "What did you find? If you don't mind me asking." You asked him. "A security guard, at some pizzeria. The pay isn't good, but it's something." He explained.

This caught your curiosity. "Really? What pizzeria?" you asked, putting the packet of bacon in the bag. "It's called, I think. Freddy's Fazbear's Pizza, something like that." He explained. No fucking way. You looked at him wide eyed. "For real?" You asked him, he only nodded. Then he gave you the amount of money that was due. As you handed him his receipt, you hesitated a bit. "When can I see you again?" You asked. "Hm, I don't know, maybe in half an hour while I still have time? Why?" He asked, now curious on why you'd want to see him. "It's cause... I'd like to talk to you about something. It'll be worth your while, I promise." You said, he thought of it for a minute, then he nodded. "Alright, I'll meet you in the food court... When does your shift in end?" he asked. "In about an hour, what's your name by the way?" You asked him. "It's Mike." He told kindly, as you hummed in response. Watching him leave in a bit of a hurry, you went back to work hoping that the time would go by fast.

After that hour, you were at the food court, waiting for Mike to arrive. He finally did. "Thanks for coming." You said almost shyly. "No problem, but just make it quick. I got to get back home to get ready for my first shift." He explained. You and him sat on a table. "Look, I know you've only known me for a bit. But, please hear me out." You said. Mike nodded, allowing you to processed. "Could you, maybe let me in the pizzeria, while you do your job. I'm just looking for something." You explained to him. He looked at you with a look of confusion. "Don't worry, I'm not going to steal anything, I'm just looking for something." You explained to him. But he wanted to know a bit more. "I don't know. What exactly are you looking for? Treasure of some kind?" He asked. "Well, almost something like that." You told him, but he still not very convinced. You didn't know whether you should tell him the whole story on why you're interested in going into the pizzeria. You just skipped the subject.

"Not only that, but I'll pay you for your troubles. I just want to go in and look, then I'm out." You added, as soon as you said 'paid' he looked at you with more reason. "How much?" he asked. "Two-hundred dollars per night. It'll just be this week and no more." You told him, seen the look of shock in his face. He thought for a minute. Then he nodded his head. "Alright deal, but, you have to pay first. I don't want to get scammed or anything." He said, then you grabbed your wallet and handed him two fifty dollar bills. He took the money and looked at it, in almost as if he'd never seen that amount in while. "That's all I have for now, but I'll give you the rest afterwards." You explained to him. Mike nodded, he seemed as if he was convinced. "Alright, it's a deal then." He said. After that was settled. "Before I go, here's my house number. Call me if anything." You explained to him, writing your house number on a piece of paper and gave it to him. You normally wouldn't give your number to anyone, but you knew that you'd be seen him for the next couple days.

Back home, you told your mom that you'd be going out at night for the whole week. For some kind of night shift and you'd be back at 6:00 am. You left home and headed to the pizzeria. It was 11:55 pm. You were sitting in your car, waiting for Mike to arrive. A few minutes passed and he had arrived at 12:00 am. On time. He told you to just be smooth and not make it seem as if you were here. He sounded as if he really needed this job. You nodded understandingly and went to search.

Like before, you searched everywhere that you could. Except you got to look more. In the kitchen, boiler room and in the back. But nothing. Despite not finding anything, you'll be back tomorrow night. When you got back to the main lobby, you heard strange movements coming from the single stage. It had dark purple curtains like the main one. You got a bit close, trying to listen and see closely on what was making the inside of the stage move. You reached out and tried to pull the curtains, until you heard the Mike called out to you. "Hey, it's 6:00, we gotta go." He said, you nodded at him, you looked back at the stage. Before you headed out. "Here's the rest." You told him, giving him the other two fifty bucks. He took them. "Thanks." He said, putting the money in his pocket. "No, thank you for letting me do this. I know it's risky." You said with a small smile. "It's nothing really, I just... really need the money and the pay here is not so great. From what I was told." He explained. You nodded. "I understand." You responded to him. "Well, I'll see you later tonight?" you asked him. "Yeah. See ya." He responded with a small awkward smile, then headed to his car. You did the same.

You went home, slept for a few hours. You had that dream once again. But, there was a slight change. When you got to the small single stage, the voice sounded much different than before. 'Y...O...U... F...O...U...N..D... M... E...' You could slightly make out the letters, but the words completely. Then you woke up again. Like always. You got ready and went to work and after work you went home, then you left to the pizzeria at the same time as you did before. Mike arrived, you paid him the while two hundred dollars and you got to doing what you were doing. You searched in the same places, but this time you looked more in the main lobby. It felt as if you were getting closer to finding something, and that something was in the main lobby. You looked under the tables, bathrooms and even in the trashcans, but nothing. But it still felt close. Looking over at the single stage, you noticed that the curtains were open. You walked over to it, and saw that it was empty. Dammit, you thought something would be in there, before you could leaned close to look inside. You heard a loud thud in the office.

Quickly you ran towards the office. "Mike?" You called out to him, seen that he was on the floor groaning in pain. Bleeding from his arm. You went over and helped him up from the floor. "You good? What happened?" you asked him, setting him back on the chair. "I think so, dunno how that happened." He said, referring to the wound on his arm. It looked nasty. You looked around the office, trying to find a first aid kit. When you found it, you helped him patch up his wound. "What did you do?" You asked him, as you tightened the bandages on his arm. "I have no idea, I just dreamed of this kid, with a pirate hook. I chased after him, then he slashed me." He said, this caught your attention. 'Boy with a pirate hook.' That must have been a sign somehow.

When you got back home, your mom was getting ready to leave. You talked for a bit before she left. When she did, you went to catch some sleep before work. You went back to that same dream, back at the pizzeria, except you were in the last place where it ended. At the single stage, it was open. But it was empty. You got close, leaning in to look inside, but it was dark. All most like a bottomless pit. You stoke your hand in to see if you might find something, inside but you felt something grabbing your hand in the process. You heard the voice again. 'Y...O...U... F...O...U...N..D... M... E...'. Then the house phone rang. Making you wake up with a loud gasp, a bit frightened. Groaning that you've been woken up. You got up and walked towards the living room. You picked up the phone and answered.

"Hello?" you asked through the phone. "Y/n? Hey it Mike, sorry to interrupt whatever you were doing, but. Did you break into the pizzeria earlier this morning?" He asked, sounding worried in a way. "No? I was home the whole time. Why what happened?" You asked him. "Apparently someone or a group of people broke in. I just wanted to conform something." He explained. "That was it, sorry for interrupting." He apologized. "It's alright, I get it. I'll see you later tonight." You said, then you hung up. Who the hell would break into the pizzeria? That was a bit suspicious. You looked at the time and saw that it was close to being time to go to work. You sighed, walking back to your room to get ready.

Later that night, you were back at the pizzeria, waiting for Michael. He arrived, once he parked and stepped out of the car, then he went to the passenger door and opened it. A little girl stepped out with a small back pack. They both approached you. "Sorry, I couldn't get a hold of the babysitter and I just couldn't leave her alone." He explained to you. "Are you Mike's girlfriend?" she asked. Making you giggle and her brother's face turned a slight red. "Nah, just a friend." You replied to her. "Hm, I didn't think he'd have any." She said, making you laugh and Michael's face becoming redder. After you had a small introduction, you went in.

The place was trashed and a mess. While Mike went to put Abby to sleep, you decided to get some cleaning supplies to help clean the mess. You went to the janitor's closet to find some things, you spotted how on the door there was a dark liquid that had been splattered on there. Weird, it looked almost similar to blood, it was probably an old stain of some sort. You got brooms, dustpans, a bucket, mop and cleaning products. Then headed back to the main lobby. When Michael arrived, you and him got to cleaning. You both swept, mopped and you stocked up the chair and tables. Afterward, he went back to the office while you went on your search. Trying to find any kind of new clues maybe, but nothing. Some 'evidence' must have been cleaned up. You headed back to the office and saw that Mike was asleep and Abby had woken up. "Can you take me to the bathroom please?" She asked. You looked over at her sleeping brother and back at her. "Yeah, lets go." You said, taking her hand and leading her to the restroom.

You were waiting outside of the restroom, waiting for her to finish so that she could go back to her brother. The door opened and she walked out. "Done." She said with a small smile. Then a small noise was heard in the stage. You and Abby looked over for a minute. "Stay behind me." You said, then you slowly walked towards the lobby, with Abby behind you. You saw how the stage slightly shook, you kept the younger kid behind you, grabbing a broom. To defend yourself. Then the curtains of both the stages opened, revealing the animatronics. Of a bunny, bear, and a chick. They were all in good condition, with a bit of dirt and dust on them. The single stage had a fox, a bright red one that was more tattered than the rest, also with some dust.

They all moved their heads, towards your direction. Then they began to walk towards you both. You don't remember them doing that. You held the broom tightly, and kept Abby behind you. Except she peaked and looked towards the animatronics. "Those are my friends." She said, removing herself from behind you and going up to the four animals. "Abby wait." You said, getting closer to them. She seemed as if she knew them. Did she? You kept your broom in hand, watching as Abby interacted with them as if she's known them all her life. You felt something touch your shoulder, looking over, you saw the red fox. He was moving his ears and hook for a hand excitedly. Instead of feeling scared, you felt some kind of attraction? "It's okay, he just wants to hug you." Abby said to you, now the animatronics were looking at you. "He does?" you asked her, she then nodded.

Turning to face the fox, that was twice your size. You set the broom aside, then you extended your arms and moved closer to him. He did the same. You wrapped your arms around the cold fur like robotic body. His arms were around your smaller body. It felt a bit odd, but the more you hugged him, it felt comforting. You felt his hook for a hand giving you small pats, as a way to ease you. This felt nice, then you pulled away from him. Looking at him in his single eye. He moved his jaw excitedly, as well as his ears. It was cute in way. You gave him a small smile. Out of nowhere Abby began to laugh, you looked over and saw how the others were tickling her. She just laughed, which lead to some playful screaming and her telling them to stop. It was all fun and games, until you heard Mike run in to see what was happening.

As soon as he got there, he assumed Abby and you were in some kind of danger, he then grabbed a chair and held it up, as Freddy approached him. About to fight him. "It's okay Freddy, he's my brother Mike." Abby said towards Freddy, who had seemed to have calmed down. Allowing him to let Mike pass. "Mike, this is Bonnie, Foxy and Chica. Everyone, this is Mike." Abby introduced everyone to on another. "This is... is a joke right?" He asked, looking confused at you. "I thought I was tripping, but no." You responded to him. "It's okay Mike, they just want to play." Abby told Mike, then Chica turned to her and gave her a wink, making her smile.

"Alright, it's time to go, come on." He encouraged Abby. "Hold on." She responded to him, then she grabbed her little notepad and a red marker from her pocket. She drew something real quick and tore it off the notepad. Bonnie held out his hand, letting Abby put the picture on his palm. He then showed the picture to Foxy who looked very interested in the heart drawn on the paper. "I had a lot of fun." Abby told them, she then walked towards Mike. But stopped and gave Freddy a nice hug. Freddy returned the hug back. You looked at Foxy, who was waving his ears and jaw rapidly again. Also waving his hook around as if he was waving at you. "I'll see you around?" you asked him, he nodded his head. Then you walked out of the place with Mike and Abby.

"That was something." Mike said, watching Abby get in his car. "Yeah, it was." You responded, looking back inside, seen that Foxy was near the door. You guessed to make sure that you would all leave. You turned back to Mike who was closing and locking the gate. "So, find something?" He asked again. "Not yet, but I'm much closer than before." You explained to him. After he finished locking up the door. "I better get going. I got work in a few hours." You told him. "Alright, I'll probably stop by." He teased, making smile. "Alright, don't be a stranger." You told him, then you looked at Abby. "Goodbye Abby." You said kindly to her and she gave you smile, then you headed to your car, turned on the engine to get home. Back home, your mom wasn't there. You assumed she went to work early. You took off your shoes and just jumped on the couch, getting comfortable. Taking yet another nap before work. Hopefully afterwards you could get some better sleep. You fell asleep shortly afterwards.

You back at the pizzeria, except wasn't almost scary looking and dark like before. It seemed more friendly and nice to be in. You were standing outside the bathroom, the same clothes as before. Looking around, you saw someone in front of the single stage, they were small, like a child. You got closer to see who it was. Your eyes widen when you saw the back of that person's back of his head. They slowly turned around. You saw that it was your brother, he looks just like how he did when he went missing. He had on his orange shirt with blue jeans, shoes and his pirate hook that he had made.

"You found me." He said, you felt your eyes watering. It's been so long since you've seen your brother. You almost forgot how he looked like. You said his name in a whisper, then you went over, getting on your knees and pulling him into a hug. "Oh...I'm so sorry, I was only gone for a minute. I knew I should have been more watchful of you." You said, as you cried more, hugging your brother. "It's okay. You found me" He responded to you, all you could do was hug him and cry. As much as you wanted to continue to hug and be with him, you couldn't. This was only a dream. You pulled away, and looked at him in the eyes. "Please... I have to know... who took you?" You asked him, hoping that he'd give you answer or a clue. He didn't say anything. "Please tell me, who took you from me and mom?" You asked him again, but again. Nothing. Before you could ask him again. You woke up.

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TWST OC INTRODUCTION - TCOAV

Joel Bullion - Makings of Greatness

Name: Joel Bullion

Nicknames: Buzzbait, Thistle

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/they

Sexuality: Aromantic Asexual

Birthday: November 30 (Sagittarius)

Age: 39 (In canon and AU)

Height: 6'2 or 188cm

Voice Claim(s): Jellzybelle

Twisted from: John Silver from Treasure Planet.

Unique Magic: "Rattle the Stars" Summons exactly that in the palm of Joel's robotic hand: a star. However, this is not just any star, this star's life flashes before your eyes, resulting in a controlled supernova. It creates a burning hot flash bang, with tremors forming cracks in the ground depending on the magnitude of the star itself. The explosion knocks enemies away from Joel. The size of the star dictates how much magic they will use, as well as how much blot he will accumulate. He is unsure what the maximum size of a star he can create is, but he does know that he has gotten dangerously close to overblotting while trying. In his current state, the blast is not deadly and primarily works to stun opponents or, at most, render them unconscious.

Grade: Teaches Freshman, Sophomores, and Juniors

Class: Teaches Culinary Crucible, Astrology, and Tech. Occasionally aids with Physical Education.

Hobbies: Treasure hunting, finding constellations, hiking, traveling, spelunking, deadlifting, cooking.

Likes: Pernil, old school tech, adventure novels, hard cash, or anything he can sell for gold really, pranking Ezra and Crowley, telescopes, planetary science, zodiac signs.

Dislikes: Grading (this man should not be a teacher), any dish with fish in it, sticklers, staying still, overt formality, the cold, humorless individuals.

Fears: Immobility, optometric illnesses, not amounting to anything, not living his life to the fullest, birds.

Summary: "Why does he even teach?" is a question that crosses the mind of almost every NRC student in one of Joel's classes. He's shameless, sarcastic, and finds entertainment in messing with students and staff alike. Teaching is only a side job for him, his real passions lie elsewhere. Nonetheless, he is highly skilled in a variety of subjects, making him indispensable.

He abuses that privilege, of course, taking the time to have as much fun as he can in what he calls a boring dump of a school and make sure everyone around him suffers for it. Though this usually just amounts to light teasing and pranks. They do not behave like an educator or mentor. He does not typically enjoy interacting with most of his students in a serious manner, and the ones they do enjoy talking with are treated more like casual, distant friends.

With the responsibility of teaching so many subjects heavy on their shoulders, he does make plenty of time to shrug it off to work on his true dream: getting as rich as possible. Now, now, there are plenty of figures at NRC who want that, yeah? But Joel wants the lottery. He wants to struggle, look high and low, and come out above everyone with something ancient, shiny, and, hopefully, covered in expensive jewels. Over everything and everyone, they enjoy the hunt of it. To the point where he values it above people and relationships. Hell, they'd fly to the moon to get it if they had to.

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Author's Notes: JOEL. Ahhh Joel. I'll admit, this was harder to write compared to the others! Everyone else's development, personality, struggles, etc. came very naturally to me, while, with joel, I really had to sit and brainstorm for awhile. Though, I can now say that he has grown on me a lot, and I plan on giving him more of a role in TCOAV like Ezra! I have lots of plans for him! Old ass man <33 (affectionate, /j) this will probably be the last new TCOAV oc for a while! But just know, there will be more >:)

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Fixer Upper

Part 2

Perv!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

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(Name) threw the last article of clothing into the washing machine before starting it. It was around 7:30 am, and the boys were in the kitchen eating breakfast as she did some last minute cleaning.

“Killua, will you put this load of laundry on when it’s done? Kurapika and I are going into town to run some errands.”

Killua nodded, his mouth full of some sugary cereal he’d picked out.

“Thank you. I’ll be sure to pick you up some more chocolate robots.”

His eyes widened and he nodded frantically, seemingly excited.

“I should get ready. We leave in 30 minutes!”

She turned on her heels and ran upstairs, tripping halfway up before running up the rest.

Killua snickered. “She always trips on the 6th step. I think it’s slightly taller than the others.”

Kurapika hummed in response. He wasn’t paying much attention, focused on his breakfast. Today it was a fluffy omelet with a side of mixed fruit.

Now that he wasn’t shoving the food into his mouth so fast he could choke, he had to admit it was pretty good.

Once he was finished, he left to get dressed. (Name) had laid out his tabard and his old shirt. The torn sleeve of his shirt had been messily sown up, but it would do until he could get another one today.

As he pulled the shirt over his head, he noticed how good his clothing smelled. Usually he would just wash it with scentless detergent, but now it smelt floral.

‘Mmm… I wonder what detergent she used.’

He pulled the tabard on and looked at himself in the mirror.

For the most part he looked… okay. His hair had grown out to graze his shoulders, in need of a trim. Kurapika rubbed a strand of his hair between his fingers.

The day before his hair had been dry, yet oily at the same time, but now it was soft and smooth. Her shampoo worked miracles for him, but it didn’t fix his hair entirely. There were still split ends, but overall he felt a lot… better. Slightly more put together than he had been in a while.

After quickly combing his hair, Kurapika left his room.

(Name) was waiting by the front door, and he had to admit, she looked awfully cute.

Today she wore a floral tank top and jean shorts. On her back was a hello kitty themed backpack, several keychains hanging from it.

He recognized one of the keychains, his chest tightening slightly.

“You ready?”

He gave a curt nod, (Name) opening the door. “Alright, let’s go!”

——————

Kurapika climbed into the passenger seat of (Name)’s car. The front seat was clean and tidy, but one look in the backseat told him Killua had been there.

There were chocolate robot boxes strewn across the car floor along with random toys and gadgets.

“… does killua ride along with you often?”

(Name) laughed. “Yeah, he does. I take him wherever he needs to go, that includes to the airport when we pick up Gon or Alluka.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Gon stays with you as well?”

“Yeah, unlike Killua he has a loving home to return to, so he’s here less, but he visits for at least a week or two every other month. You should see the car when HE’S here.”

“I assume it’s worse?”

“You assumption is correct.”

The two laugh, (Name) cranking up the car and backing out of the driveway.

“What’s our plan for the day?” Kurapika asked, staring out the window as they drove through the neighborhood.

“First, we’re stopping at the nearest men’s clothing store and getting you some clothes.”

“Then?”

“Then we’ll stop and get you your own soap and toiletries.”

He nodded.

“We’ll grab some groceries, and should be home before lunch.”

Kurapika pulled his satchel into his lap and looked around. He still had his wallet, thank god. While running the other night, he’d dropped several of his personal items, including a pair of sunglasses, his portable soap, and his spare change of clothes.

“We’re pulling up!”

Kurapika glanced up to see they’d pulled into a small parking lot, (Name) parking before getting out and stretching.

“Ugh, I hate shopping so early in the morning, but I hate the crowds even more.”

“I second that.”

Kurapika joined her, making sure his weapon had been left in the car. He didn’t want to make a scene in case it were to fall from his satchel.

The two walked in, (Name) picking up a basket at the door.

“Hmm, Kurapika, what are you looking for exactly?”

“A few pairs of pants, shirts. Maybe a set of pajamas. I won’t be staying with you long.”

She nodded, grabbing his hand and leading him to where he needed to go.

Her hands were always so soft and warm, a sharp contrast to his cold and calloused ones. He looked down to where their hands connected, his eyes softening.

“Oh, here it is!”

She let go and pointed. “You should be able find everything you need over here. I’m going to go look at the kids section. Killua’s grown out of his favorite pair of shorts, so I’m going to get him a bigger size. He’s pretty particular about what he’ll wear. Not as bad as Gon, though.”

She giggled to herself. Kurapika nodded, making a fist with the hand she’d held in an attempt to keep her warmth from escaping.

“Alright. I’ll meet you back at the car in 15 minutes.”

(Name) left the store with a shopping bag full of clothes, Kurapika raising an eyebrow.

“Didn’t you say he only needed a new pair of shorts?”

She purses her lips. “Well, the more I thought about it, the more I realized he’s grown out of his dress pants, and several shirts. Oh, and he’s always losing his socks.”

He smiled. ‘She’s like a mother. It’s… sweet.’

“I see. Well, if we want to get back before lunch we should get going.”

Her eyes widened before she unlocked the car. “Crap, you’re right! Let’s go!”

He almost laughed at how fast she slipped into her seat, following behind her.

—————

The next place they stopped at was a large grocery store. Kurapika and (Name) walked together to the hygiene care aisle.

“Mmm, are you okay with normal mint flavored tooth paste?”

“Yes. I’m not exactly picky.”

She nodded, placing a tube of toothpaste into the shopping cart, along with a red tooth brush and floss.

“Hmm.”

(Name) looked over the small selection of men’s hair and body wash. Between the 5in1 bottles to the soap that smelled too intense, (Name) was having trouble helping Kurapika pick.

“What do you usually use?”

“The scentless kind.”

She hummed in response. “Is there a specific scent you’re going for?”

“Not really, again I’m not picky.”

(Name) peeked at him, thinking of her next words carefully.

“So… you wouldn’t mind checking out the women’s selection then?”

He glanced at her. “I wouldn’t, but why do you ask?”

“Well…”

He knew exactly what she was thinking of.

While in York New together, the group of five had gone out to dinner. When the waiter stopped at their table, he hit on Kurapika, thinking he was a woman.

It was very awkward. Kurtapika didn’t hear the end of it the entire night, the other boys only stopping when (Name) put an end to it by saying they were jealous he was pretty enough to be hit on.

The memory of her words still made his heart flutter.

“No reason. The women’s section just has…”

She stared at the 5in1 bottle with a frown.

“Better options.”

He couldn’t argue with that.

The women’s section was something Kurapika had only ever looked at in passing, the man staring at all the options in shock.

“There’s more neutral scents down here. How about this one?”

She handed him a bottle, the man lifting the lid and taking a whiff.

It smelled tropical, like mango and coconuts. While smelling good, it wasn’t too intense.

“This is fine.”

She added it and a matching set of conditioner to the basket. “How about a body wash with a similar scent?”

He nodded, not paying much attention. Kurapika didn’t care too much about what she picked for him, knowing it would smell good and be good quality. She always worried about small details like that.

“Oh, wait.”

He blinked, staring down at her.

“I forgot, you had a bad reaction to this brand when we bought it in York New. Let’s try another one.”

Kurapika was surprised. He hadn’t even remembered that, how had she?

“Let’s do this brand instead. It’s a similar scent too!”

Kurapika grabbed the basket after she set the new set of hair wash in, the girl giving him a questioning look.

“… I’ll carry it for you.”

It was the least he could do.

She didn’t argue, only smiling up at him. “What a gentleman.”

His cheeks turned pink, the man quickly turning to walk toward the food section of the grocery store.

“Hehe, thank you sweetheart.”

That didn’t help his cheeks cool down at all.

(Name) walked along the aisles of food, tossing random items in.

“Mmm, we’re out of crackers… oh and Killua’s favorite cereal…”

She stopped suddenly, turning back to Kurapika with a grin. “If you see anything you like, just toss it in!”

The blonde nodded hesitantly, following behind her.

After a few minutes, he spotted the pretzels he would snack on the most often.

(Name) caught him looking, immediately grabbing the bag and dropping it into the cart.

“… thanks.”

She didn’t respond, but sent him a smile before throwing another item into the cart.

Kurapika began to notice that nothing she had gathered was for her. She’d say this or that was for Killua or Leorio, but not a single thing was just for her.

“Oh, I need to grab some more meat, used the last bit of chicken a few days ago.”

She was talking to herself, off in a different world as she left the snack aisle, leaving without something of her own.

“Ahh, finally.”

The two were back in her car, the girl groaning. “Grocery shopping is the worst.”

Kurapika buckled himself in, watching as she pulled out of the parking lot.

“We’ll get home just before lunch time. Anything you want?”

He shrugged. “I’m-“

“I get it, you’re not picky, but is there something you’d prefer?”

Kurapika thought for a moment. Was there a food he liked more than others? He knew there were, but nothing that she would be able to cook. They were all Kurtan recipes.

But one thing did come to mind.

“… sandwiches.”

She nodded. “Alright, we’ll have sandwiches for lunch!”

Kurapika stared out the window for the rest of the car ride. For the first time in a while, he was looking forward to lunch.

———————

They pulled into (Name)’s driveway about 15 minutes later. Before getting out, she sent a text to Killua.

“Why are you texting him?” Kurapika asked.

‘She’s about to to inside, can’t she just tell him whatever she needs to then?’

His question was answered when killua came sprinting out of the house, throwing open the door to the car and grabbing grocery bags quicker than a normal person would be able to process.

“Was… was that-“

“Killua? Yeah. He takes the groceries inside in exchange for chocolate robots.”

The two leave the car, Kurapika opening the front door for her.

“(Name)!”

Killua stopped mid bite of a freshly unwrapped chocolate robot to jump up and smile. “What’s for lunch?”

(Name) hummed as she walked into the kitchen, Kurapika following behind. “We’re having sandwiches today.”

“I want ham and cheese!”

“Coming up!”

Kurapika watched from behind the kitchen counter awkwardly.

“Are you going to help her put up groceries, or are you just going to stand there looking dumb?”

Kurapika turned to see Killua staring at him with an annoyed expression.

“I was going to.”

Kurapika brushed past the boy, picking up a random item and staring at it.

“(Name), where does this go?”

“Oh, in the cabinet on the left!”

Killua snickered from his seat, Kurapika shooting him a look before putting the item away.

This went on until they were finished, (Name) patting him on the back.

“Thanks for the help! Now I can get lunch done faster.”

He just nodded in response, lingering in the kitchen. Kurapika wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself when he wasn’t busy. Should he sit and watch TV? Help (Name) with lunch? Go rest in his room?

His decision was made for him when (Name) grabbed his hand.

“Kurapika, why don’t you go sit down and I’ll bring you some lunch? You’re still not fully recovered, some rest will do you some good.”

Kurapika let out a relieved sigh. “Alright.”

He sat down on the couch, trying to relax. Kurapika wanted to recover as soon as possible. The faster he recovered, the faster he could get back to finding the scarlet eyes.

Killua jumped slightly when his side vibrated, patting his pocket and then pulling out his phone.

He put in his password before answering.

“Gon? Hey.”

Kurapika perked up. It had been a while since he’d seen Gon. He’d felt guilty about not being there for him when he’d nearly died around a year ago, so he’d been avoiding him along with (Name).

“Yeah. I’m sure she won’t mind. Hey, (Name)?”

The woman in question hummed in response, placing a finished sandwich on a plate.

“Gon’s asking if he can come over this week and stay for a month while his family renovates their house.”

“That’s fine, make sure he tells Aunt Mito I appreciate that basket she sent me after…”

She trailed off. Killua seemed to know what she was talking about, glancing at Kurapika with a frown.

“I will. I’ll be right back.”

Killua walked out of the room, continuing to talk to Gon while he did.

This interaction troubled Kurapika. Were they keeping something from him?

‘I’ll ask a few questions, perhaps it’s just my imagination.’

“She sent you a basket? What kind?”

(Name) paused, a piece of ham falling onto the floor. Kurapika noticed this, his eyes narrowing.

“Oh, just a gift basket. Nothing special.”

“Uh huh…”

He began to ask her another question, but Killua walked in beaming.

“He’s catching a flight tonight and will be here in the morning!”

(Name) composed herself, giving him a smile back. “Oh dear, I may have to do another grocery run if Gon is coming. I’ll call Leorio and see if he wants to meet up as well. It’s been a while since we’ve all been in one place!”

Kurapika froze, another memory flooding back.

“No… no (Name), you can’t. I won’t let you.”

The girl wrenched her wrist away from the rage filled blonde, wincing at the pain blooming beneath her skin.

“I can, and I will. Why won’t you let me help you? You had no issue with Gon and Killua-“

“That’s because they aren’t fucking weak like you!”

Kurapika would never forget the look on her face when he yelled at her for the first time. Leorio had to step in to make sure she was okay, saying Kurapika had fractured her wrist.

The man glanced at the girls arm, seeing no injury. It had been two years, of course she wasn’t still hurt, but the memory of the pain he’d caused her would haunt him forever.

He was torn from his thoughts when (Name) called for him. How she still managed to smile at him after he’d hurt her didn’t make sense to him.

Kurapika was still that same man, willing to do anything to fulfill his mission. He knew, if he had to, he could bring himself to hurt her again.

And that’s why he couldn’t stay for long. It was better if he was gone, where he couldn’t hurt anyone he loved.

The sandwich he’d been looking forward to sat in front of him, the crust cut off the ends.

She’d remembered he didn’t like the crust.

He took a bite, letting himself enjoy a meal with his friends by his side. Kurapika knew this wouldn’t last forever, but just for a moment (Name) was sitting next to him, and Killua was laughing away at something random on TV.

It was peaceful, not quiet, but… calm.

—————

“Killua, I know you’re excited, but you should go to bed. We have to get up early to pick up Gon.”

Killua was currently pacing the hallways. He was in his new pajamas, staring up at the clock as it ticked away. (Name) flicked the light on and yawned, leading the boy into the kitchen.

“Let’s warm you up some milk. Should help you sleep.”

The sound of a door opening caused her to jump, the girl turning to see Kurapika rubbing his eyes from the doorway to his room.

“Is something the matter?”

(Name) tried not to react. The man was shirtless, only wearing a pair of baggy sweatpants.

“No, Killua is just having trouble sleeping.”

The boy pouted. “I can stay up for three days at a time you know.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you should.”

She ruffled his hair, the boy swatting at her hands, but Kurapika could tell he didn’t mind it at all by the way Killua was smiling.

“Sorry for waking you. Would you like some tea? I’ll be back down in a minute.”

Kurapika nodded, opening his door all the way and walking out into the living room. Killua raised an eyebrow.

“Why are you half naked? (Name) is right here.”

The man looked down then back up. “The clothing I bought today is still being dried.”

(Name) waved her hand dismissively. “I promise I don’t mind. Come on Killua, let’s get you to bed.”

She rushed off, dragging the boy behind her.

Kurapika watched in mild amusement, leaning against the counter.

He looked down at his torso again, frowning lightly.

Kurapika had lost weight again. When alone, he only ate just enough to fuel himself, rarely eating a full meal.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to eat, he was just way too busy to have the time to. He’d get cranky in the middle of the day just to remember he had yet to have eaten anything.

A sigh escaped his lips. He ran his fingers through his hair. Kurapika didn’t want to worry her, he’d seen the way her smile faltered when he said he hadn’t been eating right.

He stood up and began to rummage through her cabinets.

——————

“You’re too trusting of him.”

(Name) sighed, plopping down onto the rocking chair beside Killua’s bed. When he had trouble sleeping or the occasional nightmare, (Name) would stay by his side singing lullabies until he drifted off.

“He didn’t mean to hurt me, he just has trouble controlling his strength when he’s angry. He already apologized for that”

Killua scoffed. ‘Yeah, and for that only.’

“It could happen again. And if I did I would-“

“It won’t.”

She pushed back the hair on his forehead and planted a kiss. “He’s going through a lot, and I know that doesn’t excuse his actions, but let’s enjoy the time we have with him, alright?”

The boy sighed. “You’re too forgiving.”

“If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t let you live here,” she teased as she ruffled his hair. “I’m glad I don’t rent, with the amount of damage you’ve caused.”

He pouted, obviously embarrassed from the trouble he’d caused.

“Try to be nice, alright? He’s our guest.”

“As long as he’s nice to you.”

(Name) groaned. “No, Killua, you should be nice to him regardless. Even if-“

“Even if people are unkind, you shouldn’t let it influence your actions, blah blah blah. You’re being hypocritical. Didn’t you chew Illumi a new one during the final phase of the Hunter Exam?”

She pursed her lips. “That’s different. Adults stand up for children, not the other way around.”

She stood up, leaning down to tuck him in.

“Now, sleep. I’ll come check on you in an hour, come knock on my door if you need me.”

She stood up, making sure his nightlight was on before leaving the room. “Goodnight Killua, sleep tight.”

“Goodnight…”

She closed the door behind her.

(Name) began the decent downstairs, humming to herself. She could smell something, but couldn’t quite place the scent.

“(Name)? Perfect timing, the tea is almost ready.

(Name) peeled into the kitchen, seeing a tea kettle on the stove.

“Oh, thanks! You didn’t have to.”

He shook his head, placing two cups on the counter and inserting a tea bag into each.

“It’s… the least I could do.”

It was hard to look her in the eye now. He’d only been able to do it once during his stay, quickly shying away after.

He missed seeing the pretty (e/c) color of her eyes.

Kurapika set the cup of tea in front of her, (Name) inhaling the scent with a happy sigh. “Mmm, it smells amazing.”

She smiled up at him, those eyes staring right into his.

He looked away immediately, moving to sit right beside her to make eye contact harder to achieve.

“Have trouble sleeping?”

Kurapika took a moment to answer. “Yes. I get nightmares sometimes.”

He’d told her about that before, during the Hunter Exam. She placed her hand on top of his, pretending to not notice him flinch.

“We can watch a movie until you’re ready to sleep.”

He nodded. “Alright.”

He wanted to say no, to go back to his room and suffer in silence, but he couldn’t. He needed to be with another human being right now, to feel their warmth next to him.

It helped that it was (Name), one of the only people he could tolerate.

The two carried their cups to the couch, (Name) offering him a throw blanket before grabbing one of her own.

“Let’s see what’s on…”

(Name) turned on the TV, the last channel on being the news.

“It’s been reported that a member of The Phantom Troupe has been spotted downtown, causing havoc. Citizens are warned to stay indoors-“

(Name) changed the channel quickly.

“That’s unfortunate but-“

She was interrupted by the sound of his cup crashing onto the floor, the man standing up and rushing to the laundry room.

When he returned, she could see his eyes flowing a bright red.

“I’m leaving to check out that report.”

(Name) stood, grabbing his sleeve. “Kurapika, you shouldn’t, it’s late and you’re not fully recovered y-“

Kurapika whipped his head around, his enraged face enough to make her let go and shrink away. It he wasn’t so angry, he’d feel awful that he could cause such a reaction in her. Calming himself enough to talk without screaming, he gave her a small smile.

“… I’ll be careful. Don’t wait up for me.”

He left without another word.

——————

Killua woke up to (Name) shaking him.

“Come on, get ready. We’ve got to be at the airport in 30 minutes.”

He sat up and rubbed his eyes, pausing.

“I don’t sense Kurapika. Did he leave or something?”

Killua finally got a good look at (Name). Her hair was a mess, and her eyes were red with dark bags decorating them.

“He… it was reported that a member of the Phantom Troupe was causing trouble down town, so he left to see if it was true.”

Killua jumped up. “When did he leave?”

(Name) sighed. “At around 1 am, so 6 hours ago. He…”

She wrapped her arms around herself. “He hasn’t answered my calls.”

“Did you get any sleep?”

(Name) shook her head. “No, but I just had a cup of coffee so I should be fine. I’m taking a nap after we pick up Gon, so don’t worry.”

Killua nodded, pulling out his phone to text Gon. The two may need to go searching for the blonde later.

The two got dressed, (Name) downing another cup of coffee before getting in her car.

“We’ll pick up some breakfast after getting Gon.”

“Alright. He said he’s getting his luggage now.”

The two sat in silence, the only sound a random pop song playing on the radio.

It didn’t take long for them to reach the airport. As they waited outside for Gon, (Name) attempted to call Kurapika again.

Killua frowned when she pocketed her phone.

“He’s still not answering?”

She shook her head. “No. He’s… he’s probably busy.”

This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. Killua remembered the countless phone calls him and Leorio had made when Gon had been hospitalized.

If only Kurapika knew (Name) had been in critical condition too.

Killua hoped that if he had known, he would have come. That hope was the only reason he was able to allow Kurapika in (Name)’s home.

She’d begged them not to tell him, though she wouldn’t say why.

“Killua, (Name)!”

The two looked up to see Gon sprinting towards him, his luggage flying through the air behind him.

The boy jumped into the air, pulling them both into a hug so fast they all toppled over.

“Hey, careful! (Name) could of gotten hurt!” Killua scolded while squeezing Gon tight.

“I’m fine, Gon you’ve gotten taller!”

The three laughed, Gon pulling (Name) to her feet. “Aunt Mito says she’s going to put a brick on my head to keep me from getting taller than her.”

Killua stood as well, pausing when he stood in front of Gon.

“I have to agree with her. You’re taller than me now!”

It was true, Gon had grown to be an inch taller than his white haired friend.

“Aww he’s just having a growth spurt. You’ll have one too, maybe if you’d eat more of your vegetables-“

He smacked a hand over her mouth.

“(Name)! I eat plenty of vegetables.”

“Do chocolate robots count as vegetables?” Gon asked, giving him a sly grin.

“Shut up, both of you.”

—————

(Name) and the boys entered a small diner, Leorio waiting for them inside.

“(Name), Gon, Killua! It’s been forever!”

The man pulled them into another hug, Killua squirming free.

“It’s only been three months.”

“That’s way too long!”

(Name) laughed. “It’s going to be nice to finally have the whole gang back together!”

Killua and Leorio shared a look.

“I heard Kurapika was in town. Where’s he at now?”

Killua shot him a look, shaking his head.

“Ah. Did something happen?”

The three sat an a random booth, the boys sitting together on one side and the adults on the other.

“He… last night he saw the news reporting there was a member of the Phantom Troupe in town.”

Leorio groaned. “I saw that too, I was just hoping he wouldn’t. What, did he go to check it out?”

She nodded. “He left at around 1 am and hasn’t answered any of my calls.”

“I’m sure he’s fine, Kurapika is strong. We should try not to worry.”

Gon wasn’t wrong, but Leorio knew (Name) would worry anyways.

“Didn’t get much sleep last night?”

Leorio glanced from the dark circles under her eyes to her nails tapping against the table.

“Yeah. Was…”

“Waiting for him to get home?”

She nodded, picking up her menu. “I’m alright though. I’ll take a nap and be good as new.”

Gon noticed Killua frown. The boy nudged his friend.

“Is something up?”

“… no, just…”

He sighed. “Just worried about the current situation.”

Gon hummed, leaning his head against the table. “We can go look for him later if he doesn’t show up by lunch time.”

The waitress took their orders, leaving the group in silence.

“Hey, why don’t we have a get together to celebrate Kurapika being in town?”

Gon didn’t seem to get that the man was a sore subject right now.

“We can have a sleepover at (Name)’s! It’ll be just like the Hunter exam when we all slept together on the airship!”

(Name) grimaced. “Ugh, sleeping on the floor then made my back hurt so bad I thought I was going to die.”

“That’s because you’re a baby. We were fine.”

“Well I’m sorry I wasn’t raised to be an assassin that can sleep anywhere or a mountain boy that could sleep on a bed of nails and wake up refreshed.”

Killua snickered, Gon tilting his head. “I haven’t slept on a bed of nails, but I have slept on a bunch of rocks.”

“My point stands.”

The three laughed, Gon joining in their laughter after a moment.

“Alright, we’ll have a sleepover. How about tomorrow night?”

Leorio nodded. “That’s okay with me. I’m free the rest of the week.”

(Name) leaned against her seat, humming in thought. “I’ll have to go grocery shopping tomorrow morning, then. Everyone send me a list of what you want, including snacks and finger foods.”

———————

Leorio joined the group at (Name)’s, following behind her in his car.

The boys requested to ride with him, Leorio saying he needed to stop to get gas before coming home.

(Name) exited her car, carrying a takeout box she’d ordered for Kurapika. When she reached her door, she paused.

It was open.

And there was a trail of blood leading through the doorway.

(Name) stared at it for a split second, her eyes going wide.

She set the box down by the door and walked in, careful not to step in the blood.

She could sense someone was here, but their presence was faint. (Name) followed the trail, her heart thumping against her chest as she climbed up the stairs.

She already knew who would be at the end of the trail, all could she do was hope he would be alive.

(Name) stopped in front of the bathroom door, the sound of the shower turning off causing her to pause.

She could hear someone approach the door, then walk away again. (Name) waited a few minutes before the door finally opened.

“(Name), you’re home.”

Kurapika stood before her, his hair still wet from his shower. She stared up at him, tears falling from her eyes.

“You… all that blood…”

“None of it was mine, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

An instant relief washed over her, the grip she’d had on her shirt relaxing.

“I see. You’re okay, then?”

“Mostly. Just… tired.”

(Name) leaned her head against his chest, the man becoming stiff as a board. His hands stayed at his sides as his eyes bore into her.

He wanted to embrace her and apologize for making her worry. From just one look he could tell she hadn’t listened and had stayed up waiting for him.

“You wouldn’t answer me, I was so scared…”

She gripped the front of his shirt, tears soaking into the fabric.

“I… it was hard to answer with my hands covered in blood.”

(Name) sniffled before pulling back and rubbing the tears from her eyes. He’d done it, he’d made her cry again. Just how many tears would he make her cry over him?

“(Name) we’re- HOLY SHIT IS THAT BLOOD!?”

The sound of several sets of footsteps running inside made (Name) sigh. “It’s okay, I’m upstairs.”

Killua was the first one there, grabbing (Name)’s arms and looking over her. “You’re not hurt? Wait is that Kurapika?”

“Kurapika!!!”

Gon launched into the air and hugged the blonde, who laughed and patted his head. (Name) watched with a halfhearted smile. She wish he’d give her some affection too.

Kurapika explained the situation to the other three, the boys nodding along.

“So, was it really a member of the Phantom Troupe.”

“No, just a copycat.”

(Name) walked downstairs carrying the bathroom laundry hamper. His clothes had been completely soaked with blood, and would need to be hand washed before going in the washing machine.

Kurapika sighed, rubbing his temple. “I dealt with them as quickly as possible, but… I needed a moment to calm down.”

“(Name) didn’t sleep last night, you know. Could have at least called her.”

Kurapika frowned. “I left my phone at home.”

“That’s…”

(Name) looked at him with confusion. “That’s not what you said earlier…”

The four stared at him.

“Why didn’t you call us? Be honest.”

Leorio put a hand on the blonde’s shoulder, his eyebrows furrowed.

“I… I couldn’t. I didn’t want to admit I was tricked into thinking a Troupe member was actually here.”

(Name) sat down next to him and squeezed his hand. “It’s alright. Just don’t do it in the future, okay?”

Gon and Killua shared a look. Kurapika hasn’t been completely honest, and they could tell.

‘If she knew I didn’t call her because I couldn’t stand to hear her worry over me, she’d think I was an asshole. Who the fuck gets angry over their loved ones caring about them?’

Kurapika ate his takeout silently as the others chatted, only stopping when they mentioned something about a sleepover. He coughed on his food, (Name) patting his back.

“A what?”

“A sleepover! Since you’re in town, we wanted to celebrate! We’re going to have a sleepover like we did on the airship.”

“That wasn’t really a sleepover, also I got drooled on by (Name).”

She gasped and smacked Kurapika’s shoulder. “You said you wouldn’t tell anyone!”

He tried to keep a neutral expression, but his eyes twinkled with amusement. “Did I? I don’t seem to remember that.”

She folded her arms to her chest and leaned against the couch with a huff.

The others laughed, even Kurapika joining in.

“Ugh. I’m going to take a nap, wake me up before 3 pm.”

She stood, leaving the four alone.

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The group of four sat in silence for a while, Kurapika staring down at his lap with tired eyes.

“You’ve been MIA for a while.”

Leorio was the one to break the silence.

“(Name) wasn’t sure why you hadn’t updated her. She had to call me to get any kind of update on your well being.” Leorio stated, running his hands through his hair.

“I… I’ve been busy. It’s dangerous for me to be contacting too many people.”

“Is that the excuse you’re using?”

“We’ve all been really worried…”

Killua and Gon sat together in front of the TV, having turned around to face Kurapika.

“I know. I’m… sorry.”

Killua looked him up and down. “You should be saying that to (Name). I haven’t forgot what you said to her.”

Kurapika froze.

He hadn’t forgotten either. Not for a single day since.

“… I can’t apologize for that. It would be dishonest.”

“You didn’t have any trouble lying to her earlier.”

The blondes eyes widened.

“What was the real reason you didn’t call her, huh?”

Kurapika shook his head. “It’s none of your business.”

“If it’s affecting (Name), I think it is.”

Killua and Kurapika had a stand off, the two glaring at each other. Gon stepped in between the two.

“Hey, let’s not fight! Maybe Kurapika has his own reasons for not sharing why he couldn’t call her. Let’s just get along, okay?”

Killua huffed and sat back down. “Whatever.”

Kurapika stood up. “Im going to nap as well. Talk to you all later.”

He left, closing his bedroom door behind him.

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supertrainstationh · 2 years ago

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GAME GEAR

Super Train Station H

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Game Gear: keeps you busy till the train's here.

Full color screen, 8-bit graphics so vibrant they make your eyes tear. No one cared that it's just a smaller Master System, it had top tier games, so we put it into commission.

Stereo sound to listen, but only if you've got headphones: can't squeeze two speakers on something that predates iPhones.

Playing on the ride home - Dad's stuck in late night Brooklyn Bridge traffic, speed's a no-go: but I'm behind the wheel with Ayrton Senna racing in Monaco.

The glow of the screen, makes the back seat a party scene, the batteries running out now would be a bad dream - they drain faster than Sonic dying in "Sonic Spinball". Mom's got extra Duracells, she has it covered, so trust her.

Vanishing colored gems in "Columns" like Fruit Gushers.

"Fantasy Zone", a shooter with Lisa Frank syndrome, space combat so cute you don't wanna quit.

"Sonic the Hedgehog", where do I start with this? I admired Eggman's robot transformation gimmick, but roboticizing my animal friends is beyond my limit.

Doc mocks me with Cumming's Robotnik cartoon voice, because my head-canon for this game is multiple choice. Sally, Antione, Bunny,and Rotor are my back-up crew, gonna beat Robotnik, and all his Badniks too, and solve mechanical puzzles too tough for Nancy Drew.

The Doctor's sinister, his boss stages make my head spin, but in the name of great justice: I gotta fight him - powered by six double-A's of bottled lightning.

Loved my Game Gear, for playing in the dark; nothing came near, but its nemesis the Game Boy was one for Sega to fear. Nintendo's black-and-white screen made Sega get cocky, let their guard down, but Game Boy came swinging like Rocky.

Smaller price tag - which the parents loved. Needing less batteries fit budgets like a glove. Barely small enough to fit into a 90's kid's pocket, looks like a brick today, but back then, it was some hot kit. You know Mr. Yokoi's team was proud of it. And the batteries lasted a lot longer too, you could play all day hiding it under your desk at school.

And Sega boned their own ads by dissing Game Boy fans, instead of luring handheld gamers with an olive branch.

Wow. What a system, How could I not miss it? Nostalgia soaring high like "Space Harrier" missiles.

I showcase it on Twitch to help spread the word, sometimes it's new to even long-time Sega nerds. I'd talk forever on Game Gear, you know I like this. But my batteries are low, so it's time to split.

[My Twitch] [My VOD Channel] [My FA] [My Ko-fi]

#game gear #sega #poetry #writing #h writes stuff #retro gaming #a.griffin writes

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fancyfade · 6 months ago

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Fully Atlantean Aquaman: Pre COIE, Aquaman is as you probably know him from the movies: Born of Atlanna and lighthouse keeper Tom Curry. Post COIE, they introduce Aquaman as a character who was abandoned at birth for being blond. He was raised by dolphins before meeting Arthur Curry who taught him how to speak and do human stuff. Since new 52, this has been de-canonized and he is now movie-origin-aquaman again.

Titanseed Donna Troy: pre COIE, Wonder Girl was initially flashback Wonder Woman, then became a new character when the writer of the first Teen Titans comic didn't read Wonder Woman comics (and it showed). Eventually she was a girl Wonder Woman rescued from a fire who got powers from the other Amazons. Post COIE, Donna Troy has amnesia and does not know where she is from but it is revealed she is one of twelve children who were rescued by Titans of Myth, who gave them part of their powers and raised them on New Cronos in space, then took their memories away and jettisoned them to their original planets.

Fel Andar Hawkman: Pre COIE, silver age hawkman (the thanagarian) was a space cop from Thanagar coming to earth to capture Byth and also learn about police techniques. post COIE, katar was doing something else so he could not have taken place in silver age justice league adventures, so this was retconned to be Fel Andar, a thanagarian double agent who came to earth claiming he was Carter Hall (golden age hawkman)'s son. He betrays the JL during Invasion and also I think brainwashed his hawkgirl?

Literal-Fury powered Lyta Trevor and Helena Kosmatos: Pre COIE, Lyta was the daughter of Earth 2 Wonder woman and Steve Trevor (and helena did not exist). She had Amazon powers. Post COIE, Lyta gets her powers from the greek Furies, though she does not know that at first. They reveal that her biological mother (Helena Kosmatos) vowed revenge after she believed her nazi collaborator brother caused her mother's death, and she channeled Tisiphone. Helena at least can be fully taken over by Tisiphone, during which she is much more powerful, and also angry and murderous.

Byrne's Krypton: I was going to just say "Superman being literally the last son of Krypton" (no surviving Kryptonians besides him) but realized Byrne put in sooooooo many retcons. Anyway, he decided krypton was a very emotionless place and they didn't fuck, and superman was grown in a gestation chamber that literally birthed him on earth.

Atlantean Powergirl: In Earth 2, Kara (powergirl) is probably as you know her, she's from krypton but got to earth later. IIRC she was raised by Robots on a space ship but it's been a while since I read Infinity Inc. Post COIE, they have her be Arion's (a powerful mage from Atlantis in the past)... daughter? Grand daughter? Sadly I haven't read the comics that explained her origin.

Newbie Wonder Woman/George Perez's Wonder Woman and Themyscira: The main reason Donna's origin had to be changed was because Wonder Woman was completely relaunched - she was no longer around since Batman and Superman were, but came onto the scene as a superhero after Donna Troy as Wonder Girl was on Teen Titans. Perez also re-introduces Amazon lore, including the name Themyscira for paradise island.

#dc comics #dc polls #tumblr polls #lyta trevor #fury #helena kosmatos #aquaman #arthur curry #donna troy #wonder girl #fel andar #hawkman #krypton #kara zor l #power girl #wonder woman #diana of themyscira

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evilrat-sabre · 1 year ago

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I PREFER MY TANGO DEAD

Welcome to first edition of “I Prefer my Tango Dead” (and undead), where we compile the whole-ass genre of fics that start out by murdering our specialist little boy. :D (That or he’s an entity of some sort piloting around a meat suit, it’s close enough…)

Random Ao3 commenter: Why is there so many fics where the author kills Tango?

Us: yes.

This beautiful list is provided to you by EvilRat and @azzayofchaos, have fun!

In this list we compiled 19 fics(and counting) that "kill" Tango Tek some way or another, he isn't the main character in all the fics(In some he only appears in a single chapter), but he is dead. Have fun!

Random questioner: How do you decide Tango is dead?

Me: Idk man me and Karma(Azzay) just scream in each others DMs

Karma: It's weird, sometimes being a robot counts, sometimes not.

We have some tags for the type of "dead" Tango is.

List of Tags: Robot Tango / Tango is riding a corpse / Other / Ghost Tango / Zombie Tango / Vampire Tango / Skulk Tango / Came-back wrong, Tango.

If you know a fic that Tango is "dead", feel free to dm me or send in a ask. This list is only growing and we will not stop updating it.

TW: This contains spoilers! Tango being dead a lot of times is a twist in the story. And pls read the tags(On AO3), this is for fun and giggles, but the fics here have a great range of differences, some are silly and/or gay as fuck and other are straight dead dove level. Take care!

Now the list!

Name: Cause we are whole

Author: oooFFFF

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26516443/chapters/64628272

Tags: Robot Tango