#let me continue screaming AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[altruistic-meme]

I’ve been stalking your page ever since finishing the latest chapter of (why is there) joy in this poison and FINALLY SOMEONE WHO IS OBSESSED WITH YR AND AFTG.

It’s funny seeing crossovers between fandoms and I like to keep my blog quiet between my many indulgences and hyperfixations but omg!!! I’ve loved both of these series for so long and to see some one as joyed about them as me is so neat!

in all honesty I came here to gush about your writing, how I really enjoy what you made and continue to make for the aftg universe! the way you write Andrew specifically is so unique and defiently made me re-read his lines and certain chapters because they’re just that GOOD! And to see a relationship between Kevin and Neil that’s so near and dear- is so refreshing- I love how much love they have for each other! And DONT GET ME STARTED ON THE ANDREIL MOMENTS!! Ugh the trust those two already have and continue to show each other in such a short amount of time (truly a feat for sir “walls” Andrew Minyard) has me on the edge of my seat for every and all chapters! And who isn’t a slut for sassy Neil really. That kid could trash talk anyone into the ground and I’d be applauding him the entire time!

Thank you truly for the lovely fic weather you choose to continue it or not, I have been blessed either way and definitely will check out your other fics! I’ve got my eye on I’ve Got You, Brother its seem like such a fantastic concept and you’ve got to love some older brother bonding!

Anyway- sorry for my rambling, just thought I’d come and sing your praises and if you see me lurking in your mentions here and comments on Ao3 from now on, don’t mind me!

hi omg ;;; i hope you know this got neither lost nor ignored, ive just been thinking about it nonstop for the last 2 weeks and have wanted to keep it close and easy to reread so i could cry over it

bc um basically AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ya know?

this is so so so incredibly sweet of you!!!!!! like i said ive reread this so many times in the last 2 weeks bc it's just. i cant form words even now, rereading it to reply.

YES aftg and yr are both SO good and im always glad to find more people who like them both!! (and there are a few of us out there! i am certainly not innocent of convincing more than one of my yr friends to read aftg and i will never apologize 😌) but they are both such big big parts of me now <3

thank you so so much for reading (wit)jitp!!! ;;;;; that fic means so so much to me and i swear to you i have no plans of abandoning it, ive just been kind of hitting walls in writing (though slowly ive been finding cracks, and hopefully i can convince the walls to crumble) but i have too many plans to give up now >:] there's still so much in store. you barely even know Nathaniel's plans 😩

SOBBING AGAIN OVER THE PARAGRAPH HERE BTW i am truly awestruck bc i was so so nervous about writing Andrew bc he's such a hard character for me to understand, and to hear your thoughts on him was so amazing for my self-esteem!! (it is also the easiest way to make me scream and cry, to compliment my characterization, since im almost always worried about it but i digress skdhg)

Kevin and Nathaniel's relationship is also something that i could scream for hours about but let me say it has been AMAZING seeing how many people love their love for each other and i will forever be ecstatic to hear it ;;;; and Andrew and Nathaniel!!! two very traumatized boys finding trust in each other bc they both have the same values and can find common ground (and comfort!) with each other where no one else will. ;;;;

also we stan a sassy Neil, you are SO RIGHT literally who wouldn't be a slut for sassy Neil. he deserves more sass, imho.

also omg thank you for giving my other fics a look, too ;;; I've Got You, Brother is definitely a good choice for some brotherly bonding, that's the main focus of the story after all :] (though im debating some ideas which won't feature Wille at all, we'll see how it goes) i definitely need to work on that one as well >>

you never need to apologize for rambling btw!! i love rambles :D (as you can probably tell bc i also rambled... a lot, whoops) but always feel free to send me asks or messages with any and all of your thoughts <3

thank you so so so so so much for this, and for reading my stories, and for being an amazing person!!

[adrasteaeydiate]

Me :

[unlockthelore]

catch me, won’t you?

Part 6 of Know-It-All a.k.a the modern AU snippet series that no one asked for. To find other parts of the series, follow the know-it-all tag.

shijimeikme#1231 — direct message with nenehime#1113

nenehime AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

shijimeikme what is it I’m studying

nenehime are you really studying??? (¯―¯٥)

shijimeikme fair

shijimeikme what is it

nenehime I’m coming over

shijimeikme okay??? but the screaming ( ¬_¬)

nenehime i messed up

shijimeikme bad enough that you gotta scream???

shijimeikme did you text aoi???

nenehime no not yet she’ll do the thing

shijimeikme the protective best friend thing where she defers to murder first?

nenehime it’s almost scary that you know that

shijimeikme been hanging out with u guys long enough

shijimeikme alright ima clean up, tell me what happened

Nene was hard pressed to stay where she was while waiting for Amane to wake up. The sides of her phone case pressing uncomfortably into her palms as she gripped it tight enough that she could hear the plastic cracking. A slight fumble to keep from breaking it resulting in her phone smacking against her face and only Amane’s soft huff reminding her not to groan in pain. The throbbing on her forehead reminding her of the contrast, his lips soft as they brushed against her skin, leaving a kiss that was quickly drowned out as he sang the last line.

Looking her in the eye.

Just like —

She wanted to scream or kick out her legs or do something. Staring out the window as the evening sunlight slanted through, lightening the dark blue curtains and running over the carpet to the edge of Amane’s bed. His arm loosened its grip around her waist and Nene could move a bit easier but she stayed where she was. As much as she wanted to rant and rage, she found herself just laying there. Looking around the room and memorizing every inch of it.

His telescope in the corner.

A number of books on his shelf, rearranged in sequence, with a soccer ball propped up beside them. The dust collecting on the trophy hidden behind it. Posters of his heroes on dark blue walls, a mosaic painting of the Apollo 11 moon landing, the light catching and making the moon shine. The glare catching on the dark screen of his television, a shelf beneath it with books and games organized on either side, his system tucked away in the cabinet.

How many hours did she spend here playing games with him when they should be studying?

His slight grin when she won and rubbed it in his face only to start up another game while she wasn’t looking.

Would that all change because she knew now?

Looking down at him, her breath hitched when he started to shift and his eyes slowly opened. His cheek brushing against her chest as he raised his head, resting his chin against her chest and staring up at her with sleep-glazed sunset eyes.

“Yashiro,” he called, voice husky with sleep. “What time is it?”

Nene’s eyes widened and she fumbled for her phone, pressing the home button to see the time and another message from Mei.

“About five,” she said, shifting from beneath him as carefully as she could as he rolled to the side. “I should start heading home.”

She chose to wisely ignore the way that his voice made the back of her neck warm or twist her stomach in knots when he looked her way. His eyes were oranger than gold, or was it golder than orange? If she got a better look. Zipping her bag shut with more force than necessary, she downed the thought before it could grow any further. There was no way she could do that. Being that close to him —

Standing up abruptly, her knees almost buckled but she forced herself upright, picking up her phone from where it laid beside him. Amane lying on his side and peering up at her with a soft grumble, his fingers curled in the sheets.

Why.

She pressed her phone to her chest, holding it tightly, trying to slow the racing of her heart. He looked so vulnerable, small as he curled up in a ball, his eyes squinting to avoid being blinded by the light. Wide eyes that looked up at her with trust and fondness, faint dark circles beneath them showing he could use a bit more sleep, and his smile. It wasn’t teasing or cat-like but wide and warm, crinkling his eyes at the corners and stealing her breath away.

Oh no, she couldn’t do this.

“See you tomorrow, Amane,” she blurted out, gripping the strap of her bag and hurrying downstairs.

Tsuchigomori raised his hands as she flew past him, peering at her curiously. “Where’s the fire..?”

“I just have to head home, parents… y’know.”

Lying to him was so difficult. Not only because he was a teacher but he always seemed to just know. His hum was judgmental and she could feel his gaze on her back, analyzing her with a scrutiny that might have made her crack if she looked back at him. Tugging her shoes on, she stood and bowed deeply.

“Bye!”

Throwing open the doors, she looked down at her phone, squinting against the glare from the light.

shijimeikme#1231 — direct message with nenehime#1113

nenehime I came over to amane’s to hangout and he was so tired so I tried to cheer him up then we were singing and it was all nice and he kissed my forehead and said he loved me

shijimeikme …. Just like that

nenehime well… yes… and no…and kinda??? It was part of the song

shijimeikme but he kissed you

nenehime my forehead

shijimeikme which is a part of you

nenehime hnnnnnn I knooooooow meeeeeeei

shijimeikme are you still there???

nenehime no I’m leaving

shijimeikme did you talk to him before you left

nenehime does saying see you tomorrow count

shijimeikme baby no

shijimeikme hurry up and get over here

nenehime AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

shijimeikme see now the screaming makes sense

Throwing her phone into her bag, she hurried off as quickly as her legs could carry her. Amane’s voice repeating like a song she couldn’t get out of her head.

koulest#0206 — direct message with hanako#0724

hanako i fucked up

koulest to the surprise of no one

hanako kid ur killing me

koulest wh

koulest I’m olny few years younger thn u

hanako and shit at spelling too

koulest I’m going back to bed

hanako wait kou no listen

koulest whaaaaaaaat???

hanako so how would you cope w/ falling asleep on ur crush

koulest ….. what did you do

hanako so yashiro came over and tsuchigomori must’ve said something to her bc she was trying to get me to stop studying

koulest to be fair you don’t take breaks

hanako hey hey that’s not the point

hanako stay on topic

koulest mmmmm you didn’t deny it

hanako kou

koulest alrgiht alright damn so what

hanako I was sleep deprived kinda and she played this song and we were dancing and

koulest wait how sleep deprived

hanako stAY ON POINT

koulest HOW LONG WERE YOU AWAKE

hanako LONG ENOUGH TO KNOW I FUCKED UP

koulest you know what??? fair

koulest continue

hanakoshe played fly me to the moon

koulest soft but mmm think theres more to this

hanako look up the lyrics

koulest ohhhHHH fuck

hanako does your brother even let you curse???

koulest if you and I wanna survive he better not find out

hanako anyway we were singing

koulest ….

hanako kou

koulest you did a duet w senpai

hanako why do you still call her that but not me

koulest because you might be older than me grade-wise but up here we’re the same

hanako did you tap your head??? you know I can’t see you right

koulest HUSH

koulest okay, so how’d this lead to you falling asleep on her

hanako I got comfortable and… she was telling me to take a break and I was gonna just lay down and when I woke up I was on her

koulest did you do anything to her

hanako WH no what do you take me for

koulest (;￢＿￢) do you really wanna know

hanako killing me

hanako anyway I was faking sleep when I woke up bc I was trying to figure out how I got here

hanako and she’s messing with my hair

hanako then I “woke up” and she was on her phone and said she had to go

hanako and idk if she actually had to go or no but we didn’t talk bout it

hanako and idk if I made things weird cause this isn’ the first time

koulest back up

koulest the fuck do you mean this isn’t the first time

hanako ….

koulest oh no NOPE you don’t get to do the ellipsis of disappointment

hanako the wh

koulest mitsuba

koulest but that’s not the point TELL

hanako mmMMM mitsuba ok

koulest the fuck does that mean

hanako ANYWAY we were stargazing awhile ago

koulest post or pre kodama incident

hanako we do not speak about the kodama incident

koulest still can’t believe u did that

hanako kou no kodama incident please

koulest alright, alright what happened

hanako we fell asleep and when I woke up we were cuddling???

koulest idk if u have the best or worse luck

hanako don you mean worst

koulest nah ur luck just gets terrible w the day

koulest anyway did she talk about it w u thin

hanako then???

koulest I’M GOING BACK TO BED

hanako KOU WAIT NO

hanako yeah yeah she talked to me

hanako and I asked her if we could cuddle not as friends

koulest ??? Don’t leave me in suspense what’d she say

hanako she said yeah

koulest …. Okay why do I think you’re leaving something out

hanako am I?

koulest u were sleep deprived so you might’ve done something to make senpai skip out

hanako I can’t think of what tho and if I ask her

hanako so fkinembarrassed

koulest maybe if you actually slept

hanako shUT YOUR FUCK

koulest get some sleep we can talk about it tomorrow

koulest GET SOME SLEEP

hanako fuck we do have school tomorrow

koulest you would know that if ur days weren’t blurring

koulest BECAUSE YOU DON’T SLEEP

hanako GOOD NIGHT KOU

koulest oH FINALLY

Amane’s phone screen went dark, reflecting his own flustered face, and he grimaced at the sight. Dropping his phone to his chest and burying his fingers in his hair as he squinted at the ceiling. It’d long since gotten dark and Tsuchigomori ordered takeout, Yako coming over, and their usual bickering distracted him from his thoughts. Insisting that he’d be heading off to bed when he was only paying partial attention to one of their arguments that he’d been drawn into. Weighty sharp gazes following him and their voices were hushed as he disappeared from sight, no doubt trying to glean the meaning for his behavior.

How was he supposed to tell them that he might have scared off the girl that he liked because she was trying to make him feel better? Hell, how was he supposed to justify it to himself. The heels of his hands pressed against his eyelids, making the stars on his ceiling blurry and his eyes water. Deep down, he almost wanted to cry.

It took him a full six minutes to register Nene’s hasty goodbye and another two to hurry after her with the insistence of walking her home. She didn’t hear him, tapping away at her phone, her shoulders hunched and steps brisk — reminding him of that day. A muffled curse behind his hand as the memory came to mind.

The day was perfect. Like a scene out of her favorite movie, and her eyes were so warm and trusting. She believed every word that came out of his mouth. And that was it. He meant it, meant that he liked her, perhaps not love but he did like her and —

He hurt her.

Ruby eyes glistening with unshed tears, the ones that managed to slip free in silver streaks down her cheeks were quickly wiped away as she jerked away from him. The dull ache in his head from her headbutt was nothing compared to the sharp pain in his chest. Seeing her walking away from him, rubbing her eyes from tears he caused, all because his intentions were good but his method wasn’t.

What more could he do but apologize to her?

Could he really expect her to believe him when he lied before?

His phone slid off his chest as he shifted onto his side, pressing his cheek against his pillow, the smell of earth and something sweet filling his nose.

Nene.

It could only be her. And he mentally kicked himself, burying his face against the pillow and clutching it tightly.

kannoaoi#0320 — direct message with nenehime#1113

nenehime AOI I NEED YOUR HELP

kannoaoi name and what’d they do

nenehime wh— （・□・；）no not like that

kannoaoi just kidding （⌒▽⌒）mei told me what happened

nenehime

nenehime message

kannoaoi well it doesn’t sound like the kodama incident again

kannoaoi if he was as tired as you said maybe he meant it

kannoaoi or maybe he was delirious

nenehime not helping aoi

kannoaoi what im saying is that talking to us is well and good but you should talk to yugi

nenehime but how do you talk to someone whose bed you woke up in twice

kannoaoi how do you talk to me? (✿╹u╹)

nenehime aoi you’re different

kannoaoi and I’m glad you think so but nene whats one of the most irritating tropes from your books

nenehime besides power imbalance???

kannoaoi mhm

nenehime miscommunication

nenehime … oh

kannoaoi oh (✿◠‿◠)

Flower emojis were supposed to be cute but somehow Aoi could make them both that and absolutely threatening. Locking her phone screen, Nene stared at her own reddened faced worried her bottom lip between her teeth. Black Canyon rolled across her pillow, colliding with her cheek and she closed her eyes with a sigh. Letting her phone fall to the side, her hands cupping around the mischievous hamster as she sat up and tucked her knees in close.

The contents of her bag spilled out over the shag carpet, her books face down and obscuring the heart shaped design from view. Her gaze drifting to the ceiling then her curtains, the stuffed animals and movie posters barely discernible in the low lighting. Her teal hair falling in her face as she rested her head against her knees, nuzzling against Black Canyon’s fur. Honey and brown sugar from the shampoo that she used bathe him still fresh. Pressing a kiss to his head, she set him on the floor and let him run around, pushing the ball that he’d come to claim as his own.

Black and white, checkered just like the one in Amane’s room, bumping against her dresser and the walls. Sitting back with her head against the wall, she almost wished for the glow in the dark stars on her ceiling. Checking to make sure that Black Canyon wasn’t nearby as she toed off her bed, bending down to pick up the objects from her bag. Her books heavy in her hands, thumbs running over the embossed titles.

What was she going to do come tomorrow?

It wasn’t as if she could just hide in her room or avoid him. No one was at fault but the knots twisting in her stomach and the fear of having dashed hopes meant something. Pressing her lips to the spine of her book, she tried to remember the warmth of his hand and the gentle press of his lips against her forehead. That wide smile, soft and all for her.

I just wanted them to stop making fun of you.

Was it really that bad?

If he liked her and she liked him, did anyone else really matter?

And even then — why would anyone tease for her liking him when he was so…

Draping her bag on her chair, she tip toed over to the window and pulled the soft cherry pink curtains, opening her window slightly to let the cool air come in. Her arms crossed on the window sill and chin resting atop of them as she looked out at the cityscape. Thousands of lights wavering in the distance, dancing as her eyelids fell and she sighed. The moon wasn’t out tonight and she wondered if he was dismayed by it.

He kept track of the moon phases on his calendars so she doubted he didn’t know but she wanted to check anyway.

Though with the way she left, would it be alright to text him?

Was he offended because they didn’t talk?

Or should she just do it anyway?

They were still friends.

Black Canyon’s soft squeaks made her smile and she rested her cheek against her arms, watching him as he bumped the ball against the wall, trying to get it to change directions. Scurrying after it with all of the speed that his tiny legs could afford him.

Sometimes, she thought it must have been a lot easier to be an animal.

Like a hamster or a fish.

Lingering by the window for a moment longer, she sighed and drifted back to her bed, picking up her phone. The light shining in her eyes were momentarily blinding and scrolling through the recent messages, she found the thread with Amane and her finger hovered over it.

Yashiro, I love you! Please go out with me.

I love you.

hanako#0724 — direct message with nenehime#1113

nenehime no stargazing tonight I guess

nenehime amane

nenehime about earlier can we talk?

nenehime …please

Nene had never been one for flippant use of prayer. In fact, she tried not to pray for things that were selfish if she could help it. But right now, she really needed this. Even if it went wrong and something happened that couldn’t be taken back — it was better than this.

A gentle chime and a notification popped up on her screen. She pressed her phone to her forehead with a ragged sigh, sagging down to the floor. Black Canyon’s ball tapping her side as the hamster squeaked at her.

hanako#0724 — direct message with nenehime#1113

hanako yeah

hananene squad — 5 members

koulest added kannoaoi to the group.

koulest added shijimeikme to the group.

koulest added aoi_a to the group.

koulest added elemonate to the group.

koulest added snapmitsu to the group.

koulest renamed koulest, kannoaoi, shijimeikme, aoi_a, elemonate, snapmitsu to hananene squad.

snapmitsu TRAFFIC EARRING yOU ASS

koulest wrong chat mitsuba

elemonate im sory but what was the right chat

aoi_a sory?

elemonate yeah like you

aoi_a rude

shijimeikme assuming we’re all here for the same thing are we gonna talk about our friends pining or…

koulest is pining even the word anymore

koulest wait role call how did everybody find out

kannoaoi nene

koulest amane

snapmitsu being added to this gc

aoi_a u can leave anytime

snapmitsu fuck u im staying

koulest okay but can we talk about what we’re gonna do about them

snapmitsu like are we picking sides

koulest wh NO why would we pick sides we’re both of their friends

aoi_a idk if I’d say that

kannoaoi akane

kannoaoi and don’t worry too much kou

shijimeikme aoi’s right, we don’t have to do much of anything

elemonate ….. what did you two already do

kannoaoi planted the seeds, so watch them grow

snapmitsu a gardening joke???

kannoaoi this IS nene we’re talking about here

shijimeikme yeah kou so just let the stars align

snapmitsu am I having a stoke is this what a stroke feels like

aoi_a so basically we were called for….

aoi_a nothing if we’re being honest

koulest no no I wouldn’t say THAT - sigh - we’re out here in case anything happens

elemonate like what super senate

koulest yeah like sentai WARRIORS

kannoaoi and the two people we’re talking about aren’t part of this little band of heroes

koulest do you want me to make a whole gc with all of us???

snapmitsu nope a server

koulest wh

aoi_a more space for pins

elemonate you mean memes

shijimeikme you mean pictures

kannoaoi you mean puns

aoi_a aoi please

snapmitsu heathens all of you

aoi_a tomorrow is gonna be fun

snapmitsu for who?

shijimeikme yes

[mllebabushkat]

a (complaint-free) ramble on ch 312

[tysm @kisukke for the amazing translation as usual idk what i’d do without it <3]

AIGHT LET’S GO!!

first up, 

thE HECK IS THIIS?? (colour centre? hell yeah!! also i swear kenma’s roots were darker,, eh who cares he looks amazing)

Kenma>?? you are my fav lazy smartass cat i love you very much but this this is bordering on psycho territory and i’m scared to see where it’s gonna go

YKNOW WHAT I MEAN??? YEESH COLOUR ME TERRIFIED

goshiki bby eagle we know you’re rooting for hinata it’s ok everyone does it

aaaaAAAAHAHDJIADJGHFAJGGHJHA YALL ARE FUCKING SCARY

1) thank you bokuto for your eloquent commentary i agree completely 2) yaku is petrifying. nekoma’s own monster (scratch that they’re all monsters i love them). look at those eyes. daymn, shits going down 3) nO SHIT IT’S PAINFUL i emit a continuous 50kHz scream when i read haikyuu these days 4) psst hey, hey kenma., you’re lookin a lil tired over there is this foreshadowing��5) also TSUKKI MY FAVE SALTY CRANE i can feel his brain turning i hope this is foreshadowing too i wanna see him kick neko butt anyway. this page., it’s significant. (also very well drawn). mark my words.

eyy he got it :D

can i just say i love how kuroo’s always got an eye out for kenma like awww what a dynamic duo <3 kuroken kuroken kuroken

hahahaha nope come on everyone and their grandma knows exactly what’s about to happen

hAHA HA H a  n o p e

O_O

-_-

kurotsukki kurotsukki kurotsukki

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (yk it’s gettin serious when they stick their tongue out huh)

O.O

*sirens blaring* OH SHIT OH SHIT oh shit oh shit 

it’d be really interesting if furudate makes nekoma win in two sets that would be completely unprecedented (also it would cause the entire fandom to riot no biggie), we’d have to start from rock bottom and build up again (then again pretty sure that will give another few years of runtime at least) but i really hope not, like despite the fact that karasuno and nekoma are my two favourite teams of all time there is a certain attachment you form with the protags after seeing all their struggles, it would break my heart if they lost (but i don’t think i could handle nekoma crying either hhhngggh)... for the near future tho def keeping an eye on yaku kenma (i feel like they’re both either gonna power up even more or come crashing down v soon) tsukki (come on kid you did it with ushiwaka do it with these cats too) kageyama hinata (let’s see if they’re gonna fly or die :)) I really can’t predict where it’s gonna go and I CAN’T WAIT to have my heart stuffed through a shredder

IN conclusion you scream i scream we all scream for furudate sensei to please write this well don’t butcher it thank you very much and as usual i’m blown away at well everything aahh (art plot pace povs perspectives angles expressions commentary everything)

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Junior was the first to open his eyes, and was met with a rather strange sight. Standing before him was a young man with a toddler between his legs. Off to the right, was an older man lying on the ground and rubbing his head. To left of the teen and toddler were two more men, each staring at the other in shock. One teen was eating a jar of peanut butter in the back.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Screams of terror filled the air as the humans frantically began to push and hit the other humans, confused by what was happening. Only the man lying on the ground remained still as the others fought and rushed to different sections of the lair, trying to recollect their thoughts and figure out what had happened to the fellow pets.

The teen that had had the toddler between his legs was a tall fellow with tanned skin, brown eyes, and dark brown hair. He was wearing a navy tank top, black leggings, and blue knee high boots. There was a scarf long red and green around his neck that ended at his waist. He was muscular, but revealed himself gentle even as he pushed others away from him.  

The toddler  was mostly covered by a large black jacket with white fur along the hood and cat ears on top, that dragged on the floor as it walked. The hood of the jacket constantly fell in their eyes as they moved, resulting in her falling more times than they could count. When they lifted up their hood their amber eyes flickered for a second before the toddler rushed to find a safe place.

The man lying down was a darker man with green eyes, and a short brown mohawk. He wore a camouflage tank top with cargo shorts and hiking boots. He had many tattoos, different symbols and designs that snaked up his arms to his shoulders before meeting on his back in a diamond pattern. His lips were slightly parted to reveal his forked tongue and fanged teeth.

A short ginger with eyes as green as grass dressed in a light brown jacket and a white dress shirt and tan pants, darted past on his way to the disguise tubes.  His hair was short and curly. His glasses bounced on his nose as he moved. He paused only for a moment to pick up the toddler and carry it with him.

A chubby boy, older than the toddler but younger than the muscular teen, was dressed in Robbies clothes and holding a pair of socks in his hands. His hair was purple and styled into a pompadour. He had shoved the toddler down as he ran past, knocking them to their butt. Not stopping, he climbed on top of the refrigerator.

The only other person  not running was the teenage boy with his tongue in the peanut butter jar. He wore all blue, from his jacket to his shirt and pants he wore blue. The only exception to the blue outfit were his shoes, which were a dark black. He had bright blue eyes that shined like diamonds and short hair that looked a bit like chicken ramen. The teen was far more invested in his nutty treat than the discord around him.

Above them in the rafters was another man. His eyes were as blue as the tips of his hair, an electric shade that clashed with the dark black of his normal hair color. He wore a black leather jacket and skinny jeans, with black converse. His skin was dark, not as dark as the man on the floor in camouflage, but darker than the one in the scarf. Beard stubble made his face rough to the touch, but he couldn’t stop feeling it.

“What the Hell happened to me?” He demanded, observing the chaos taking place below him. “Who on Earth are you people?”

“I want to ask you lot the same question!” The ginger leaned against a machine with the struggling toddler pressed against his chest. It hadn’t seemed right to leave them out there wandering around such dangerous machinery with those people out there, possibly with ill intentions. “And what have you done with my fellow pets?”

The teen in the blue boots poked his head from behind the work table, “Ringo, Trevor, Icy? Where are you guys?”

“I’m over here,” The tattooed man spoke up, his fangs giving him a lisp. “My head hurtth…”

“I’m over here chum, that is you I hear Berry, right?” The ginger scanned his eyes around the room for the sight of his old friend. “Where are you?”

“Ringo, where are you?” The teen stepped out of his hiding spot and moved to the center of the room.

“Right here, I’m watching a human move around the room.”

“Ringo, I think that human is me, I think we all turned into humans.”

“Well, that explainth why I have armth and legth.” The fanged man sat up and raked his nails up the ink on his arm. He was awed by the sight and feel of them, so unfamiliar to him yet so enthralling. “They feel tho warm and thoft!”

“Rollcall guys and gal, come out when you hear your name.” Berry ordered, helping the peanut butter teen off the floor. “Icy!”

The man jumped down from the rafters, landing neatly on his feet. “Right here.”

“Ringo?”

The  ginger stepped out from behind the machine and raised his hand. “Cheerio!”

“Sportabork?”

The teen in all blue jumped up and down excitedly before removing the jar from his face. “Hi guys!”

“Junior?”

“Over here!” The chubby boy called from the fridge.

“Trevor?”

The man still on the floor stood to his feet and raised his hand in recognition. It became obvious how tall Trevor was in his human form, taller than Berry by an entire foot. Intimidated, Berry involuntary took a step away from him and called the final name.

“Cupcake?”

There was a long silence as the female’s name echoed through the lair. The group looked at each other nervously as the proud feline didn’t respond to her name. The toddler babbled incoherently from within its jacket, flailing its tiny arms in the oversized sleeves. Ringo gently lifted up its hood to reveal the small childs face for a brief second. In a flash it had pulled the hood back over its face, chittering angrily as it did.

“Cupcake, is that you love?” Ringo asked. He pulled her hood back again, this time reaching for the zipper to remove her oversized jacket. “Lets have a peek at you.”

The toddler stopped fussing long enough to look at the group that now gathered around her. The ��grin on Icy’s face, the concerned expressions on Berry and Ringos, bored expression on Trevor’s face, and the confused Sportabork and Junior. It wasn’t until Berry was holding her jacket that she began fussing again.

The toddler was a light skinned girl with dark black hair with the very tips being purple, similar to the style of Icy’s. Her cheeks were rosy from the fussing and struggling to get away from Ringo. There was a colorful cupcake necklace around her neck, similar to the one that she used to wear on her collar. She wore a black and white striped shirt with a cartoonish cat skull on it and a purple skirt. Her legs were covered by white tights and her feet by black Mary Janes. A blue bow fashioned around her waist served as a holder for a stuffed black cat with button eyes and mismatched feet.

“Pfft-!” Icy burst out laughing as Ringo set Cupcake down and watched as she tried to retrieve her beloved jacket from Berry. Heads turned to face the blue haired man as he doubled over in laughter. “She turned into a baby!”

“What happened to us?” Junior asked, ignoring the obnoxious laughter of Icy. He gestured to the group with his right hand while picking at a wedgie with his left. “Does anyone remember what happened?”

“I-I remember hearing a loud hum, like master Robbies old massager.” Berry closed his brown eyes as he remembered the wretched feeling that had followed the usually pleasant sound. “Then I saw light, light that shone as bright as the sun.”

“God, it felt like a warm hug for a moment but then it felt like a thousand needles jabbing me at once. I could’ve sworn that I threw up at some point.” Ringo interjected, cutting off the buff teen. “Then when I opened my eyes, I saw you and Cupcake.”

“Ouchies!” The toddler offered, referring to the pins and needles feeling.

“Ouchies indeed, Cupcake.” Ringo agreed, shivering at the memory. He bent down to pick her back up only for his hands to be swatted away. She took refuge in the arms of Trevor, who was more than happy to hold the small child.

“When I wath getting off that machine I could have thworn I heard thome thort of click.” Trevor admitted, pointing to the circular part of the device where he had once been laying. It now dangled by a single copper wire as thick as a pencil, gently rocking back and forth.

“It’s quite possible that yeh activated it, and there might be a way to reverse the effects and return us back our normal loveable state before master Robbie returns.” Ringo said quickly as he walked over to the broken contraption. He inspected it for a few moments before shaking his head and facing to the group, “Maybe Peepo knows what to do, does anyone know his number?”

“The only one that ever bothered to memorize the contact book was Cupcake, and she’s not exactly in the state to recite it.” Junior pointed out, referring to the girl now in Trevor’s arms licking one of his tattoos. “And a proper SOMEONE had to send the contact book  to Hell!”

“Now lets not be rash here Juney bloom, I didn’t mean to send the book itself to Hell.” Sportabork argued, setting his beloved jar to the side. “Just the phone to make it stop ringing.”

“But you missed!”

    “Irrelavent!”

    “What about Peepos sidekick, what was her name, Swift?” Ringo looked at Icy, who was now sitting in Robbies chair. “Do you know her number?”

    “Do I look like the kind of guy that memorizes contact books?” Icy replied. “Even if I had what could she do?’

    “Lose the attitude!” Ringo ordered. “You were a gift from her, we just thought you had some information about her!”

    “I only knew her for a few days before she gave me to Robbie.”

    “Well then ladth, loo-”

    “AAA!” Cupcake interrupted as she used her small hand to smack his left cheek.

    “And lady,” Trevor corrected himself, looking down at her for approval before continuing. “Lookth we’ll be taking care of ourthelveth for the next few dayth.”

    “We’re going to need to make a plan, I highly doubt Master Robbie would like to return from his trip and have a lair full of humans.” Ringo held the jar that Sportabork had been eating from. “Now our first priority should be securing a decent diet, we can’t eat our pet food anymore and we can’t live on simply junk food.”

    “N-Not even peanut butter?” Sportabork looked horrified at the thought of not having his favorite treat.

    “No Sportabork, you may still have your peanut butter.” Ringo returned the jar to the blue clad teen, who gave it a tight hug. “But you must eat it in moderation, no more eating entire jars.”

    “Moderation, where on Earth is that?” The teen held up the peanut butter. “Can we go there now, I want to finish off this jar by tonight!”

    “It’s not a where it’s a what, it means don’t over do something like eat too much peanut butter, or use an entire roll of toilet paper to wipe yeh bum.” The ginger explained.

“Ringo, we’re altho going to need diaperth.”

“Please tell me she didn’t.”

    “Not yet, but we’ll need them thoon.”

    “I’ll get started on a list, Berry can you see what sort of food Master Robbie has in the cabinets?” Ringo went to the kitchen space and pulled a notepad out a drawer. “Icy, I need you to see what we do have in the fridge.”

    “I can already tell you it’s nothing to healthy.” Icy warned, making his way to the fridge.

    “I know, but could you please go check and see what we do have?”

    “What can I do, I wanna help!” Junior exclaimed, tugging at Ringos coat. The young man chuckled and ruffled the boys hair before pointing at Cupcake in Trevor’s arms. “It would be a big help if you kept an eye on Lil’ Cakesie over there, because I need Trevor and Sportabork to see if they can’t find any money lying around here, can you do that for me?”

    “Yeah, I can do that, I’ll be the best watcher in the whole world!” Junior rushed to grab Cupcake from Trevor and took her to the bed where she had slept during her time as a feline.

    Ringo took a seat in the kitchen area and began writing down the essentials they’d need to make it through the week. Every now and again he’d look over at the two children playing with cat toys, or take a side glance at Berry and Icy rummaging through the kitchen cabinets and fridge. Trevor and Sportabork came in every now and again  to deposit spare change and crinkled up bills in front of the notepad. Nowhere near enough to cover even half of the expenses on the list.

    “We got a few apples, half a thing of milk, some leftover cake, and…a pineapple?” The blue-haired man reported from the fridge. He held up the large spiky fruit and tossed it around in his hands a few times before nearly dropping it at the sight now standing before him.

    There was a little frog puppet floating inches from his face, and in its hands was a large sum of cash. In a quick motion the puppet flung the money at Ringo, knocking him out of his chair before running over to the kids. The frog snatched the cupcake shaped cat toy from the toddler and ran away, leaving her with a stack of money. For his final act the green puppet raced to Icy, headbutted him in the crotch, and stole his precious pineapple. As the man fell to the floor holding himself, the frog rose to the lairs roof with all eyes on it as it spread its arms and smiled up to the sky before disappearing in a puff of green smoke.

    “Good Heavens, Icy are you alright?” Ringo got up and moved over to the fallen Icy. “On a scale of one to ten what are you?”

    “Look wise I’m a thousand baby, but pain wise it’s a million….” Icy whimpered, raising his head to look at the ginger. “Kiss it better for me?”

    Annoyed, Ringo pushed the leather clad mans head down and stood back up. “He’s alright everyone, just a bit hurt otherwise unscathed.” He dusted himself off and went to take the money that had been given to Cupcake. It took a valiant effort to take the bills from the toddler’s death grip tight but once he did he quickly distracted her with a ball. “I do hope this money was obtained, legally.”

    “Thereth gotta be at leatht a thouthand dollarth over here!” Trevor exclaimed, picking up some of the money that had gotten thrown. “Who wath that guy?”

    “He comes by when Robbies here, I think he’s connected to that pineapple or something.” Berry shrugged, reaching down and pulling Icy to his feet. “I guess it doesn’t really matter what we have now let’s just take a stack of bills and go to the store, Ringo you done with that list?”

    “Yeah we need diapers, vegetables, fruits,  oatmeal.” Ringo paused to wipe a drop of grape juice off the page, only for three more to take its place. “Bloody He-” He looked up to find the puppet above him, throwing up grape juice onto his list. “BLOODY HELL YOU PRICK!”

    The puppet disappeared once again, just as Berry swung down the broom hitting Ringo on top of the head. Both men looked at one another for a long second before Berry backed away with his hands up, dropping the broom and retreating to the second floor.

    “Someone grab the kids, we’re going without the list.” Ringo ordered, rubbing his head.

    “Can we handle not having a list Ringo?” Berry went to the children and picked them each up in one arm. 

//here ya go kids