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[ambasingresident]

Happy Independence Day for the Filipinos in the THSC community (RAHHHHH 🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭)

This drawing commemorates the BRAVE heroes of the Philippines. Drew most of the Government-affiliated characters as soldiers and officers of the First Philippine Republic (Philippine Revolutionary Army) celebrating their victory after a battle.

[wololo-01]

We are all so strong/hj 🫡

And Yeah them are all my favorite characters even though I never draw or talk about them, BUT STILL 😭

Original:

[laranomyprisma]

[WARNING: This fanfic contains elements of horror, blood and gore, if you feel sensitive to this don’t read it! This fanfic also has no connection to any of my other AU’s!]

New world no second chances

Chapter 2- The Empty City

Driving through the desert, Rupert realizes it’s getting dark, he looks to his side in the passenger seat to see Dave leaning against the glass with a tired look holding his hat. Rupert looks at him with a pitying look, he looks at the backseat in the rearview mirror, Henry was lying in the backseats looking at the ceiling, the metal bar was covered by his coat in which was bloody.

“when we arrive, the first thing we’re going to do is go to our houses and get what we can take with us, we’re not fucking going to stay in town with this infestation...” Dave agrees not saying nothing, Price sighs looking at his friend sympathetically. “look, it’s going to be ok, I promise...” he puts a hand on Dave’s shoulder still looking at the road ahead. Dave looks at him with a sad, scared look.

Rupert can see the city from afar, his eyes widen and Dave and Henry react the same way looking through the windshield of the car. There was smoke coming out of various parts of the city, they manage to check several truck cars at the entrance completely destroyed and some on fire. “what the fuck happened...” rupert asks whispering in disbelief.

Rupert continues driving, dodging the ones that were destroyed on the way until they enter the city. They looked out of the car windows, seeing the emptiness of the city they had lived in for most of their lives. "what the hell happened..?" Dave asks covering his mouth in shock at the state of the city. Rupert continues driving a few kilometers, they manage to avoid attracting attention from the things that infest the city, and arrive at a group of apartments on a street.

“What is this place?" Henry asked using sign language, surprising both Rupert and Dave as they were getting out of the car. "Oh, do you speak via sign language? Well…" Dave puts a hand to his chin wondering how to respond to him. "This is the apartment Dave lives in." Rupert coldly responds by closing the car door and heading towards Dave's apartment holding his pistol.

Dave turns to Rupert and follows him a little, He turns to him and looks in Henry's direction before following Rupert, "Rup, are you okay..?" Dave asks with an Expression of concern, Rupert looks at his friend before looking away. Dave could have sworn he saw an expression of cold guilt.

"Rup... Is this because of Johnny-" Dave is interrupted by rupert raising his arm in protection and they hear a noise coming from ahead, doing Know how to cover his mouth in fear. It was one of the creatures coming from one of the open apartments, decrepit skin and dead eyes like the ones at the police station. Staggering to and fro with a ghastly groan, it sees them By tilting your head towards the door, it starts running towards them in a disturbing scream.

Rupert plane carrying the pistol, aiming for the head the creature prepared to shoot, but for a second, he blinked, freezing with his hand on the trigger, he saw his friend Johnny. Rupert can't pull the trigger, Dave pulls his arm to the side causing them to fall to the ground as the creature lunges towards Price and passes straight through them.

The creature then sees Henry just ahead and charges at him, within seconds, Henry pressed down hard on the metal bar and with one hand knocked the bar off in midair, hitting the creature's head with such force that the thing flies to the ground next to Henry, scattering blood and brains on the ground, Henry staggered back, his breathing heavy and shaking hands gripping the metal bar tightly.

Dave was  was in complete shock looking at Henry, but his attention returns to the friend next to him, "Rup! What happened??" He asks with his hands on Rupert's shoulders, at which he looks down with bulging eyes and equally heavy breathing. "Rupert, tell me what's going on..?" Dave caresses his friend's face trying to calm him down.

Rupert removes Dave’s hand of his face and stands up holding his pistol with trembling hands. "I..." He pauses looking at the pistol, mentally asking his hands to stop shaking so much, his eyes itching to hold back tears. "Stay strong Price..." He told himself, in whispers, not wanting to look weak in front of his best friend. His only living friend.

"I'm fine!" He states firmly, lowering his hand holding the pistol still shaky and continues looking for Dave's apartment. Panpa's looks concern and follows him looking for the keys to his house.

“Damn it!" he notices the keys are missing, "I don't have them!" he puts his hands on his head in a panic, Price turns towards him putting his hands on his shoulders.

“Dave calm down, try to think where you left them." Dave looks into his eyes with a not too confident look, his lips trembled, he looked around nervously.

"A-at the police station..." Rupert pulls back a little with a look of frustration placing his hands over his face and sliding one over his head, hair and up to the back of his neck. “I-I'm sorry Rup! It's my fault again!" Dave cries covering his face in shame at himself, he felt like he was worthless, he never did anything right.

Rupert sigh putting his hand reassuringly on Dave's shoulder, "no problem, just..." He looks at Dave’s apartment door, "we can try to break the door down to get in!" He responds, directing himself to his friend's apartment.

Dave nervously walks up behind him, "A-are you sure about t-that?" He asks with a shaky voice, “Isn't that wrong?" He asks Rupert who was right in front of the door already.

"Dave we're going through, whatever that is!" He puts his hand on Dave's shoulder once more, Dave feels his hand shaking on his shoulder looking down at his arm. "We have no choice but to do this!" He sees Henry behind Dave, "Oi! Can you help out here?" He catches the attention of the thief who sighs, rolling his eyes and dropping the metal bar on the wall to the side and joining Rupert to break down the door.

Henry instead of breaking down the door, takes a paper clip that was in his pocket and starts using it as a look-pick. “Ok, That works too..." After a few seconds Henry hears a *click* and formally opens the door.

"Wow" Dave whispers in awe as Rupert enters the apartment. It was as Dave had left it, A living room overlooking the kitchen with a hallway leading to the bathroom and bedroom.

"Okay Dave, pack everything you can in a backpack! Clothes, foods, everything!" Dave nodding his head runs to his room to pack everything and take the opportunity to change his clothes. Rupert sits on the couch positioning the pistol on the coffee table in front of him.

He sighs deeply, leaning his head on the couch, looking up thoughtfully. He was full of thoughts at that very moment, how they were going to survive this chaotic situation, he and Henry seem to be the only ones who know how to defend themselves. He remembers that Dave doesn't even know how to use a gun properly without almost accidentally hitting someone.

He hauls himself forward, seeing Henry leaning over the open door looking out over the apartment complex that was completely empty except for some of those things hiding outside.

He looks at a picture on top of the coffee table Of him, Dave and Johnny. The three of them smiling at their acceptance to the police academy from a year ago, Rupert had graduated the year before with Johnny, Dave had just graduated and they were celebrating that day. He remembers Dave's parents not showing up that day, like every other time, just remembering those two Ruperts made him feel irritated, but he knew that Dave still loved them even after the way they treated him.

The image of Johnny's smile in the photo leaves him with trembling hands holding the photo, he leans his forehead against the glass of the photo, forcing himself not to cry but when he opens his eyes he sees tears already on the surface of the photograph. "Shit.." He murmurs, wiping away his tears and gently tossing the picture to the side trying to ignore it. Sliding his hands through his hair he thinks of what he can do...

“I'm ready Rup–" Dave enters the room with a backpack with some clothes and some food and utensils when he realizes Rupert's condition. "Rup?" He approaches his friend crouching down to look into his slightly tear-soaked eyes. “Rupert!” Dave puts his hands over Rupert's face in comfort to his friend who almost never cried.

"Rupert, what happened? are you ok?" he asks very worried, “Hey, tell me ok? Tell me what's going on..." He slowly lifts Rupert's head to get a better look at him. Henry looks at the two of them and looks back outside. "I'm sorry Dave... I don't mean to look weak..." Rupert responds wiping the tears from his face, Dave looks at him in disbelief, never did he expect his friend to say something like that about himself.

"No no no! You're not weak..." Dave lowers his head, "I am... "He answers with a frown. Rupert looks up at him with wide eyes.

“No! you're not weak..." Rupert disagrees, Dave grits his teeth and stands up with his hands over his chest.

“Rupert! I can never defend myself!!” he started to raise his voice, he almost never did that, “I always need your help for everything!! Without you I could never become a police officer!! Without you, I'd be dead out there!!" He points outside, "you are the strongest person I know!! And tears are not going to make me think otherwise!!" He was tearing up too his face was red and his voice breaking. Rupert blushed, flattered by his friend's praise, he didn't see himself as strong. "I miss Johnny a lot too... “ Dave looks to the side, seeing the picture on the couch, he bites his lip lightly, “He was our friend..." He starts to cry, covering face with his hands.

Rupert gets up and hesitating hugs Dave, Henry looks at them for a while and thoughtfully looks back outside. The friends calm down, Dave was still shaking but Rupert was there to help him, the two prepare to leave, Dave looks to the side and sees an old baseball bat and picks it up, "maybe this will help... I hope..." Rupert smiles at him and Henry opens the door with the metal bar in hand ready to take out any of those freaks.

The three of them ran towards the parking lot where Rupert's car was, Henry being able to keep them safe from any of those things when they got too close. The three get into the fast car and Rupert starts the car heading towards his house not far away. Dave opens his backpack to double check what he's got, some snacks like chips, crackers, some water and clothes. He hears a rumbling of a belly and looks at Henry, was he hungry? Henry glances at him, noting that he has noticed It and crosses his arms and looks away with red cheeks in embarrassment.

"Are you hungry Henry?" Dave offers Him a bag of chips with a smile and one eyebrow raised and one lowered. Henry hesitantly takes it and start eating the snacks. Dave laughs and looks at Rupert opening another bag of chips, "Want some too Rupert?" He looks at him and sighing takes one with one hand and eats it, "You know this is my favorite." He laughs and Dave smiles eating the chips.

For hours the three of them drove through the city without a sign of life or security. They were starting to fear the worst, Rupert was already wanting to drive to the next town to hear from his parents when they heard something in the distance. They pass a corner from which they can see red smoke in the distance. The three look at each other and start driving towards the smoke hoping they were survivors.

Arriving at the end of the street they reach the source of smoke, it was a smoke signal tube thrown on the ground, the smoke was almost over. The three get out of the car with Henry getting out first and ensuring the protection of the others while Rupert approaches the flare taking it in his hand and analyzing it. “Someone definitely came through here." He looks at Dave who was looking around for survivors, he then hears a sound coming from behind a trash can next to an alley. He takes the baseball bat in his hands, he was shaking and sweating with nervousness.

He approaches slowly, "W-who's there??" He gets closer and closer and then the figure steps out from behind the trash can. It was a boy about the same age as them, curly brown hair, dark skin and green eyes. He wore a green camouflage-print jacket with a fur collar and red headphones around his neck. He had an injured arm and a cut on his face.

“Who are you??" Price stands in front of Dave pointing the gun at the stranger who scares himself a little by extending a hand before groaning in pain and going back to holding the other arm.

"Don't attack me! I just sent a signal to make it easier for them to find me..." Rupert lowers the gun, glaring at the boy as Henry approaches with a raised eyebrow. “I work for the government and went out on patrol, I got lost..." He laughs nervously and Rupert gets even more suspicious. "My name is Charles Calvin!" He cracks a smile and extends his hand, "I'm a helicopter pilot, it's nice to meet you!" He keeps waiting for them to shake hands with him, but not one of them accepts the handshake, that said pilot laughs awkwardly, lowering his hand .

“Rupert Price." He puts the gun away and introduces the other two, "This is Dave and Henry." Dave nods and Henry just stares at Charles, their eyes meet for a moment, he could sense a sense of distrust and coldness coming from the albino, Henry looks back down the street alert in case those creatures come again, tightly holding the metal bar in hands.

“If you're from the government, do you guys know what's going on??" Dave steps forward with his hands clasped together. Charles pauses and looks down at the ground, he shakes his head with a disappointed look, Dave's hopeful expression dissolves in seconds.

"It happened overnight, I don't know all the details, but if we find a way to the base in the center of the city, maybe the General will know!" He says going behind the trash can and picking one up military bag full of food and water. It had more supplies than Dave's pack, making him feel even more unprepared.

“Okay pilot boy, I'll help by giving you a ride." Price snorts and waves in the direction of the car, directing Charles to follow, from which he takes the backpack and without difficulty slings it onto his back. Dave was surprised, the backpack looked quite big and heavy.

“How do you manage to carry that big backpack?" He asks side by side with Charles as Henry follows close behind. Calvin looked up at him, raising an eyebrow until the question struck him.

“Oh!" He laughs, "It's not that heavy, I know I'm only a pilot but I'm not that weak!" He says winking and raising his arm flexing, but immediately he feels pain in his arm. "Half an hour ago I hit my arm hard..." He rolled up his jacket sleeve showing a wound on his arm that was poorly bandaged.

“Oh, I hope it's not serious..." Dave looks to the side wanting not to see the wound, Henry glances over and react attentively, catching Charles's wrist and lifting his arm towards him. “Henry what is it??" Dave looks at him confused, the thief is staring at the wound for a few seconds, noticing a bad placement of the bandage and blood stains. Henry finds a loose piece and slowly removes the bandage from the pilot's arm which shocks both him and Dave.

“I... I don't know how to take care of myself in a medicinal way..." He laughs nervously but Henry cuts the laugh short with a cold serious expression against him who swallows hard. Henry sighs, shaking his head and going to Charles' bag, starting to rummage through it. "H-Hey what are you-" in seconds Stickmin pulls out a first aid kit from inside the backpack.

Henry goes to the car and opens the backseat door and points inside. "You..." Dave stares at him for a few seconds until he realizes what he wanted to say, "Are you going to tend to his wound?" Henry blushes, again pointing further inward looking to the side. Dave laughs and helps Charles zip up his backpack and takes him into the backseat and onto the passenger seat.

Henry closes the car door behind him and gets in, Rupert checks that they're buckled in and starts driving. Henry puts the first aid kit between him and Charles and raises his hand without looking at it, the pilot is a little embarrassed but raises his injured arm which Henry pulls close to look more closely.

Luckily, it wasn't a bite, Henry sighs in relief at that and starts going through the kit and getting medicine for wounds, taking cotton and alcohol and dabbing it lightly on the wound. Charles lets out a small groan of pain with each pressure from Henry who doesn't seem to want to look at him.

“So...." Charles paused trying to ignore the pain, "Henry huh?" Just awkward silence, Charles wasn't the type to start a conversation, "you don't talk much do you?" Henry presses hard on the alcohol making Charles feel more pain, "Sorry!" He tries to laugh at the pain but it only makes Henry look at him with a cold and serious look.

“Are you a doctor or something..?" Charles tilts his head a little, "you seem to know a lot about first aid." Henry was just starting to put on the bandages when Charles mentioned this, causing him to freeze, he stared at the wound holding the bandages tightly, his vision becoming blurred and everything seemed to disorient him. "Hey..." Charles notices Henry's state a little worried, "are you okay..?" Henry snaps back to reality, putting Charles's arm back in place as if nothing had happened.

Henry looked away from Charles again, closing the first aid kit and setting it aside. This guy gave a negative vibe about him, Charles looks at Dave who looked at him too not knowing what to say.

“So...” He pauses looking around, "how long have you been in this situation?" He asks leaning over a little closer to the front seats. Dave looks at Rupert who with a sigh allows his friend to speak.

“We found out when we were at the police station not far from here." Rupert looks to the side, his eyes focused on the steering wheel and the street ahead, "let's say..." He looks at Henry who crossed his arms rolling his eyes and resting them on the window which he started to stare at, "We went to see how Henry was doing..." His eyes glanced at Henry repeatedly with a nervous expression, "...in his cell." Charles almost jumps out of his seat in shock, hitting his head on the ceiling in the process. “I know it sounds really crazy, literally we are..." He paused looking at Rupert who glanced at him, and when he noticed his eyes he looked forward again, "two policemen and a criminal..." Charles looks at the two and at Henry who just stared at him coldly, pointing at him in a conflicted way.

“Wow," he smooths a hand through his hair, "you mean this whole time I've been sitting next to a criminal?" Henry cracks a small smile as if he takes it as a compliment, "that..." He looks at He He glances in Henry's direction, one hand on his chin resting on the edge of the car window looking out at the passing streets. “I don't know how to feel about this..." He puts his arms over his legs looking at the ground not knowing what else to say.

“Do you remember the direction to this base in the city center? I need it here" Rupert says keeping his eyes focused straight ahead, Charles lifts his head, realizing he wasn't there given the directions to them. He takes his backpack, even though his arm hurts he could still take the map of the city and gives it to Dave's hand, smoothing a little bit of the bandaged arm trying to ignore the pain he felt. Henry couldn't help but notice this, but he looked back out of the car thoughtfully.

That ride would take almost half an hour, Rupert was still wondering how Charles managed to get away from his group so easily. During the ride it was getting close to dusk, and they were passing through a very poor area of ​​the city, seeing through the windows those things outside roaming freely in the street.

“You know what those things remind me of?" Rupert and Dave stare at each other with an "oh no" look.

“No please..." Dave begs almost squirming in his seat as Rupert buries his head in the steering wheel and lightly taps it repeatedly.

“For the love of god this better not start with a Z!!" Rupert grunts turning to Charles who just shrugs his shoulders with a nervous smile. It wasn't quite the time to joke about how this looked like the apocalypse movies everyone already knew.

“I've always found it strange that in these movies they never say the word..." He laughs with both men growling in frustration, "and am I lying??" A silence takes the car for a few seconds, for a moment Charles really thought he had done something wrong, when he entered Rupert started to laugh softly, and soon Dave joined him. The two laughed and Charles felt like laughing too, the three kept the volume low so as not to attract the creatures, even with everything that happened, they still found a way to keep a good mood.

“What idiot, like, isn't a popular monster? Why do these movies never mention if it's something so common in the media?" Rupert laughed holding the steering wheel, Dave just looked at him laughing and smiling. “And it's not like I didn't notice, of course I did..." He pauses, the smile becoming melancholy and the laughter stopping, "Jonny loved those stupid movies..." He could hear the pain in his voice, placing a hand over his gently trying to comfort him. Charles stopped laughing and stared at them, noticing that the mood went from comical to serious very quickly. Charles looked into the corner feeling bad, he had no intention of making anyone uncomfortable.

“I...." He paused looking to the side, seeing something that left him in shock, "guys!" The other two look at him and to the side, going into exact shock. Henry's seat was empty, and the door was slightly open, he had just gotten out of the car while they were distracted. Immediately Rupert stops the car and starts mumbling getting out of the car loading his pistol and starting to head in the direction they came from.

“You two stay in the car! I'm going to finish that motherfucker!" He said mildly irritated, they start to run away from the car. Dave and Charles were left behind scared and nervous, Dave didn't know what to do and started looking around, he went back inside, locking all the doors and turning off the car’s lights. He was almost hyperventilating, he was scared, he crouched down in the space in front of his chair, trying not to make too much noise.

Charles wasn't so panicked, he looked out the windows to see if they had any of those things out there, not seeing anything for now. All they could do was wait for the other two to return.

Rupert continued to run after Henry, refueling his gun as he prepared for anything. But on the way he can see what looked like the bodies of those creatures, torn apart and lying in their own blood and guts, Rupert covers his face in horror, he should be used to this by now. He followed the trail to the same street they passed before, following it to the end of the street, arriving at a house that had an open door and swaying against the wind. Having no idea what was going on, Rupert just entered the house trying to ignore the bodies on the floor, walking through the door and looking around.

It was a small house, they didn't have much furniture, at least a basic kitchen, an old sofa and an old tv, a shelf and a desk with some scribbled and torn papers, some keys over papers with some kind of face symbol he didn't know about. "What place is this..?" He wondered, hearing someone approaching he pointed the gun in the direction, but it was just Henry.

“What the fuck is wrong with you??" He questions staring at Henry and lowering the gun, visibly irritated by the thief's attitude, "You can't just come out of nowhere and go robbing someone else's abandoned house!" Henry raises an eyebrow, he walks over to a shelf, picking up what looked like a photo but with a cold expression throws it away on the ground.

"DUDE!" Rupert walks over to the picture, turning his back on Henry, "be more respectful this isn't your-" Rupert takes the photo turning it over in his hand, seeing the contents of the photo, his eyes widen, he slowly turns to Henry who just looks at him coldly before heading to the entrance of the house.

He was carrying a small backpack, it looked pretty empty but at the same time carrying something inside. Rupert looks back at the photo, looking around at the rest of the house, processing everything. He gets up and still, a little in shock, adjusts the photo back on the shelf, staring into the frame of a mother with a sweet smile holding a little boy with blue eyes and snow-pale skin Just like his hiar. There was another person in the photo, but that part of the photo had been torn apart. Rupert sighs and have Henry following him back to the car.

“You know..." Rupert pauses with his hands in his pockets, "you could have asked..." He says looking at Henry, the thief looks at him confused, "I wouldn't deny bringing you here..." Henry stops confused, staring at him but Rupert just keeps walking, "we're in a life and death situation, we need to work together to survive..." He paused, sighing and turning to Henry with a sincere smile, "even if we're not friends, that doesn't mean we can't help each other..." The two stare at each other for a few seconds before continuing.

Finally they get back to the car, and upon seeing them they immediately open the door and Dave jumps out to find Rupert with a startled look, "Rup, I was so worried where did you go??" He asked with shaking hands on Rupert's shoulder who starts trying to calm him down as Henry gets into the car.

“Henry was stubborn and didn't ask to stop, he just wanted to stop by his place..." He says without much hesitation, surprising both Henry and Dave, "whatever he took must have been enough, right?" And he looks at Stickmin who just nods with a smile and gets in the car, putting the feeling as well as Dave and Rupert who returns to drive.

“Sorry I scared you Dave..." Rupert apologized but Dave just sighed and smiled at him, placing a hand on his shoulder gently making Price smile. His friend's smile was all he needed, and quickly he was more confident and headed downtown.

The trip doesn't take long, in almost no time he could see lights in a close distance and finally they could verify that it was like a barrier formed downtown, high lights tall enough for none of those creatures to get close.

“It's here!!" Charles points with a smile on his face, in a few seconds they approach what looks like a gate with some towers with snipers on top.

The both guards pointing in the direction of the car alarming "who's coming??" Really loud. The three look at Charles who just smiles genuinely nodding, nervous Rupert stops the car and they start to leave raising their arms. Charles immediately starts waving, "It's ME, Charles!!" The guards face each other and one of them speaks in an walk talk as they lower their weapons. The group faces each other and in a few minutes the gates begin to open, and on the other side an older man wearing a general's formal uniform was waiting with an expression of surprise.

“General!" Charles immediately runs towards him and stopping in front of him salutes, "I'm sorry sir, I-I got lost on patrol, I-I don't know what you heard with the rest of the group i... I...” For the first time he appeared to sound nervous in front of the trio, but he quickly fell silent as the general unnaturally welcomed Charles into a hug, surprising everyone.

Charles didn't look surprised or shocked, just... embarrassed? They were even more confused by this, they looked quite close. "The group returned safe, but they said you were lost and I..." The man paused, "I thought you were gone..." They break apart and the general puts his hand over Charles' face, "Are you all right?" The young man scratches the back of his head nervously and looks at the group, the general immediately sees them, "surviving hands I see, come on, come in." He gives room for them to pass with a hand on Charles's shoulder.

The group enters the base, impressed by the state of the place, arriving from military groups and various tents, medical, training, food and even accommodation. There were several townspeople there, some seriously injured, others having panic attacks and others just in a corner crying to themselves and being comforted by others. It was a very dire situation for many of them and it hurt Dave's heart, Rupert felt enormous discomfort seeing all this, and that only made him even more worried about his parents.

Henry just looked at those people with pity, sighing in the presence of children who asked the soldiers, firefighters and doctors where their parents were, with not even the adults being able to give an answer. The group just gets back in the car and they drive inside, parking it close to other cars and pulling out what they have inside.

They come back together with Charles and the general, "so..." Rupert stares at the two trying to understand their relationship, "what are you two?" He questions getting strange looks from Dave who just stares at him with a raised eyebrow while Henry hold a laugh.

“Oh well, I've known him since I was a kid, he was a friend of my parents..." Charles pauses looking at the general at which he smiles, "I grew up with him taking care of me so we're very close!" This seemed to make sense to them.

The general decides to let them take care of whatever they need in the medical hut and eat in the cantina hut, and Charles has offered to show them around, but Henry quickly grabs him lightly by the arm and starts dragging him to the medical hut with the intention of making him treat his wounds. Dave and Rupert stare at each other and laugh a little.

As they watched laughing, Rupert felt himself being watched, turning to meet the eyes that were looking at them.

“Rupert?" Rupert's gaze was petrified as he recognized the man in front of him, a man with a beard similar to the general's but equally different in build. The man stares at the two with a look of shock, the same one Rupert gave. Rupert felt his chest hurt, knowing what this meant.

“M-Mister Panzer..?”

[To be continued...]

[kingkenzieofmold]

My Resident Evil x The Henry Stickmin Collection Crossover Cast.

Feel free to disagree with me as I was trying to fill roles by who I would think would fit into whose role within the games! So feel free to disagree with me or say who you would rather cast! Enjoy my weird combinations of my biggest hyper fixations!<3

This is casting from Resident Evil: Zero to Resident Evil 4 as this was as far as I got in casting-

Resident Evil 0

Rebecca Chambers Cool Katie

Billy Coen Billy G.

Dr. James Marcus Dr. Vinschpinsilstien

Dr. William Birkin Right Hand Man

Dr. Albert Wesker Reginald Copperbottom

Captain Enrico Marini Terrance Suave

Resident Evil

Chris Redfield Rupert Price

Jill Valentine Dave Panpa

Barry Burton Johnny Panzer

Rebecca Chambers Cool Katie

Albert Wesker Reginald Copperbottom

Richard Aiken Randy Radman

Brad Vickers Chad Hansen

Enrico Marini Terrance Suave

Kenneth J. Sullivan Jaques Kensington

Joseph Frost Sir Willford IV

Forest Speyer Reynaldo the brute

Female Newscaster Alice Hamilton

Resident Evil 2 

Leon Scott Kennedy Henry Stickmin

Claire Redfield Ellie Rose

Ada Wong Earrings

Sherry Birkin Sven Svensson

William Birkin Right Hand Man

Annette Birkin Carol Cross

Brian Irons/Robert Kendo Mr. Macbeth

Marvin Branagh/Ben Bertolucci General Galeforce

Resident Evil 3

Jill Valentine Dave Panpa

Carlos Oliveira Jacob Rose

Nikolai Zinoviev Dmitri Johannes Petrov

Mikhail Viktor Grigori Olyat

Tyrell Patrick Kurt Dietrich

Nemesis CCC Robot

Resident Evil 4

Leon Scott Kennedy Henry Stickmin

Ashley Graham Victoria Grit

Ada Wong Earrings

Luis Serra Navarro Ted Adam

Ingrid Hunnigan Hat Girl

Ramón Salazar Captain H. J. Canterbury

Bitores Méndez Major Hershell Panzer

Jack Krauser Charles Calvin

Osmund Saddler Mayor Fredrickson

Merchant Mysterious Voyager

Mike Quentin Alabaster

[thesoulesscollection]

I wish you would write a fic where Quentin learned to love himself 🥺

Heya, I love this request 'cause I put this grumpy man through so much stuff it's unbelievable. 

Down below the one-shot, consist of self deprecation, body image issues but some hurt/comfort & supportive partner Hershell Panzer cause I needed to write about my fav pair, Grumpy Old Men

Self love has never come easy for Quentin from then to even now. Back when he was a younger, more agile man he was able to pull off a confident front. Now in his forties, feeling both incompetent and undesirable, he knows in bitterly grim acceptance he's gotten old. Far from what once was in the good days, trim with lean muscle is gone, so he outright loathes putting any serious effort in his appearance unless mandatory for his job. Of course, he's far from a lazy slob since he does have some respect for himself in all seriousness, he keeps up in his looks. 

It was just that he can't find himself to care anymore what he looks like from outsiders looking in. His outfits were plain, in simple one-colors and in his aggravation clung to the wrong spots, where only his worn, drab leather jacket helps him feel better. Again, who in the entire world is willing enough to take a second glance at him, maybe gawk and then whisper miserable truths to one another. How he was a despicable mess rotten to the core from the inside out, way too traumatized to handle, with ugly habits to cope with the trouble he caused solely on his own. So stuck in a restless state of self deprecating turmoil; there's no way to change it, he acknowledged, as he didn't deserve anything good. 

"This is ridiculous. I don't know why you're doing this" Quentin snaps, already feeling his blood boil where his craving to pull out a cigarette was phenomenally high, "And I'm in no mood to be annoyed and babied by you"  

The thick, muscled arms around his rotund middle further tightened as the bear hug on him hadn't the intention to ever let him go.  

"Honey pot. There's no need to be grumpy here. I'm just checking up on you" Hershell somehow says it so light heartedly, gravel voice chipper it would've irritated him if it's someone else but with the man his heart flutters. 

"Hersh" 

Pinching the bridge of his nose, breathing deeply before his black eyes bore up at the man though the other appears to be unbothered by the harsh tactic. 

"You look nice. Always do but you don't need me saying that?" Hershell chuckles, resting his head on Quentin's shoulder when nudging them towards a certain spot. 

"Again, is any of this necessary? Cause I feel like it's not and I've got better things to be doing with my damn time" 

"Don't be such a sour puss. I'm trying to give you compliments here"

Exhaling a drawn-out deep sigh through gritted teeth Quentin lit up the cigarette between thick fingers and brought it up to his pursed mouth. He could care less if it affects his health for the worse, he's been doing that for years already so why bother to change it now. Or at the very least, stop before the air will attract a musty smell that would push anyone sensible far away. So with a shaky inhale, as lungs slowly fill up with the toxic smoke, he stares off at the distance, "In front of the mirror?" Whatever Hershell was trying to get at he didn't want a part of, "... I really don't want to hear it. So just leave me alone"  

"Not happening, grumpy. Under the direct orders from the major here you need some tender love and care and I'll be the one to give it to you" 

Soon they stood in front of the body length mirror, feeling uneasy Quentin cuts in like a blunt knife, "Under orders, huh. That's a load of bullshit" 

"C'mon now. I've seen how you've been lately…"

"Like what?" He growls in irritation. 

"Like you've been tired lately. Depressed"

A futile attempt to not show his frustrations was shown anyways as he rolled his eyes anyways where the other simply continued on. 

"And I feel like I don't tell you how much I love you. So here I'm gonna compliment you to my heart's desire and with this mirror, you'll see what I see" 

Quentin was openly grimacing at the idea given and when he was going to detest so until Hershell interrupts midway, "I don't think this is necce-"

"For one, you're extremely handsome, so strongly resilient and charismatic" Hershell commented, slyly planting a soft yet deep kiss on the neck near the shoulder and pulling back with a loud pop to entice a startled squeaky reaction.

"That's all?"

"Nope. Far from done, baby. You know me, I love spoiling my dear," A gruff grunt from Quentin pushed the man to go on, "Black eyes that remind me of the night sky I can get lost in. A voice so soothing it lures me to ease" 

"You're sounding awfully ridiculous right now. You know that?" 

Another kiss, this one had been raised up to his cheek, leaving Quentin to feel warm under the collar, "You know it's true. I love every part about you" 

Then forcing the inner strength to stare at his own reflection which Quentin was far from impressed. 

"I don't know what you're seeing. I look awful. Shitty and ugly even" 

"Quentin" 

When made to turn around thankfully away from the mirror he stared up at his partner who appeared disturbed, almost close to being upset. 

"You know that's not true" Rubbing at his sides with dry, calloused hands and going to squeeze the protruding squish, Hershell stares longingly with passion. "Is this what has been on your mind lately?" 

"... Maybe. I feel old and useless" Quentin attempted to glance somewhere else when the man ahead firmly kept him in place. 

"I'm older than you?" 

"You still got it together. That's the issue. I don't. I'm past my prime and that grates me" 

Hershell softened his expression, "We all get old and sometimes we aren't what we used to be. But that's okay. Nothing will ever stop me from loving you either" 

As Quentin was about to say something, a snarky insult perhaps, his mouth snapped shut where the words instantly left him in an instant. 

"I love you for you. That won't change as we're in this together" With a repressed sigh Quentin didn't break into a smile, still feeling uncertain though he leaned into the other man for comfort, "You know me. I'm a stubborn old man who won't quit since you're far too addictive" 

"You're insufferable… I guess that's what I like about you too" He murmured, now gaining the needed confidence and he's getting touch starved taking a glance up with slightly pursed lips. 

"Awe, I see. You can't get enough, I know it" Then bending down Hershell, grinning deviously as he went to press a kiss on Quentin's lips. "And stubborn as you are you better remember you're loved"

[zerguette]

In the hv au, June Julying is honestly kind of a jerk. I haven't developed her much, but in terms of personality she's not really the nicest coworker. She also fears Hershell Proctor's position as chairman

I mention this cuz hehe :] I read Herald's personality again and thought about how they'd be siblings. June and Herald probably snarked at eachother alot growing up.... Also, maybe first I wanna know which ministry of the TVOG would he and Nikolai work at?

Also consider them getting paired for Ministry of Education jobs: Stealing historical library books that could potentially reveal the TVOG's true nature? Nooo, that's not what they're doing! They're simply taking the books to store in the TVOG archive for safe keeping! Forever unavailable to read :)

!!!!! -implodes- lore rambling omg here i go hi again,

I think to understand Herald i should do a little synopsis on who is Harold, first of all if iirc Hershell Proctor is the hv version of Major Panzer so thats SO FUN. In my lore, June July is in Panzer's division and she for a time gets sent to Galeforce's division and base where she spends time with Harold and well, has a deep friendship with Calvin Bukowski (platonic!!!!). This being said, who is Harold, he is another random engineer who works alongise the engineering department of the govt (Where you find well, Andrew Cobbler! the Big Boy Engineer :D and Dijonle!). Harold has helped in the making of Big Boy but he suffered a big accident :(, they didnt check very well a rope and one part of big boy fell over him causing my boy to lose the movility of his legs. He almost didnt make it out alive, and June and Major Panzer were checking on his condition as same as my govt doctor twins. These twins are also from the engineering department! working in what is biomechanical/biomedical engineering, while Harold was in process of staying alive, the doc twins and Andrew helped with making a new equipment. It took lot of time but this equipment allows Harold to be able to walk (Very slowly) for small periods of time! is connected to his spine, it works like uh, another spine lmao.

Even tho, Harold got left a bit behind in working, mostly left alone he's always smiled towards others, he feels bored! he can't do much but he at least does something, designing blueprints, systems work and so on. He's really a good man, a real man, he wouldnt think twice in helping a toppat if they were really in danger, Harold has no enemies, he doesnt judge anyone. You can be a criminal but if you truly show Harold you've got a heart and want to redeem, he will lend you a hand. He's also trans! He was able to transitioning but he doesnt have enough money for top surgery so he uses a binder (I hc that he and June are just two sibligns living alone depending on each other! they don't have much money and Harold's priority is seeing his sister smile, he can wait, but his little sister means more than anything)

SO. (The) Herald Julying, hes THE OPPOSITE! not totally, but Herald thinks his accident was done on purpose because i think he wasnt the best worker at the tgovt, maybe actually questioned a lot what they were doing (whatever is equal to Engineering in the ministers is where Herald is gonna be! or just, the same Minister as HV! Andrew Cobbler and HV! Dijonle), and maybe angered the chairmen ^^ who knows. Even tho, i like he and June snarking a lot at each other!, maybe they fight a lot, but maybe thats their new dynamic, i usually write Harold and June being really caring siblings, so Herald and June Julying can be the opposite but they still care about each other. Compared to Harold, who has 0 romance experience (aroace spectrum, Herald has had thousand of ex's! and actually his design comes from young Harol'd design, specially his partying outfit, they share the same tatoo! I FORGOT ADDING, they also share the same eye scar! i didnt draw it cuz im dumb. Anyways, Herald is very troublesome! He gets into fights and angers easily because his paranoia won't let him breathe in peace, he will always think they caused his accident on purpose, now he's sitting on a stupid wheelchair unable to do much, kind of a punishment. Harold when he realized he couldnt walk without using an equipment, he was like ''Damn, anyways, how's everyone doing''. Herald instead, he feels hes prob angered tgovt, i think he'll still use his equipment but maybe it'll be a bit broken so he would fall manytimes, but Nikolai now is 24/7 at his side! (Lewis just visited Harold from time to time), He's gonna take care of Herald until they can escape.

And Herald even if his siblinghood with June is not the best or ends being not the best, he'll still care for her^^ Herald can be really a bitch, a troublesome guy, angry, doesnt trust on anyone, but thats his sister, dont take her away from him. Also Herald wouldnt lend his hand to anyone, he helps! but he also judges a lot, and it'll be more difficul to convince him to help the real good guys (One thing is escaping, another thing is knowing who the real guys are)

Also Nikolai works prob, in the Minitry of Defense or that! he doesnt work on the same department as Herald :3, their counterparts worked on different things, Lewis was a kind of sub-captain who watched over others soldiers. But with how Nikolai is, i think the Ministry of Defense fits him completely, he'll still sneak and run to visit Herald everyday o//

And I've actually imagined Herald working mostly to design weird stuff for the chairmen cuz thats what he does, maybe he designs guns for Victoria Grin :D, but he's mostly everywhere, and he can also if asked erase any evidence that can demolish the tgovt 'fake heroism' from internet or whatever, hes good at any systems as i said ^^[Herald is a nerd just like Harold, he will probably be thinking many years ahead, or he just has deep adhd now who knows idk (And would totally help June stealing books, hes on a wheelchair but dont challenge him, Herald dislikes getting called useless)

[fuchsiablur]

doodle requests from twitter, starting with buckethat!

matthew norbet ^^

quentin alabaster (guess which duo idiots somehow got the number to his line)

coffee au dave panpa !

the tcw gang (which a slice of introspection on dave’s part)

johnny panzer and the pops

victoria grit x)

toppat leader henry stickmin

right hand man

cocky sven

stickvin

triple threat having a gamer moment

aaAND that’s all folks!

[milky-nguyen]

The Panzer family <3

bonus

[swanno-arts]

i think about him a lot....

fuck your armor i spent a good 30 minute on the shoulders alone

[st1ckart1zt]

The Lost Princess and The Thief Chapter 6

Henley and Charlie walked down the tunnel, as Henley carried a lantern.

“Well ive go to say didn’t know you had that in you back there. That was pretty impressive,” Henley said.

"I know!.... I know” Charlie smiled. “So Henley, where are you from?”

“Whoo! Whoo! Sorry brownie but i don't do backstory. How ever i am becoming very intrested in yours now. I know i'm not supposed to mention the hair." Henley said.

"Nope,” replied Charlie.

“or the father?” Henley asked.

“Na ah” Charlie answered.

“Frankley i'm to sceard to ask about the frog,” Henley added.

“Chameleon,” Charlie corrected.

“New ones. Here's my question though. If you want to see the lanterns this badly, why haven’t you gone before?” Henley asked.

“Um….well, it’s kind of a funny story,” Charlie said. As she said that, the ground of the cave began shaking.

“Henley?” she asked.

The two turned and noticed the guards running towards them.

“Run!” Henley yelled. Charlie gathered up her hair, and the two of them started running. They came out of the tunnel, and found themselves on a ledge over a cliff.

Charlie spotted Sven and Macbeth in the distance.

“Who are they?” she asked.

“They don’t like me,” Henley answered, as the guards ran out of the tunnel.

“Who's that?” Charlie repeated, pointing at them.

“They don’t like me either,” Henley replied.

Rupert ran out after the guards.

“Who’s that?” Charlie asked.

“Let’s just assume for the moment that everyone here doesn't like me!” Henley exclaimed.

“Here!” Charlie said.

She passed Henley the frying pan, then looped her hair around a beam hanging over the cliff. She used her hair to swing to the other side of the canyon.

“I’ve waited a long time for this…” Hershell smiled, as he and the other guards walked towards Henley.

Henley looked down at the frying pan in her hand, and she immediately used it to hit the guards in their faces, knocking them out.

“Oh mama! I have got to get one of these!” she exclaimed.

Rupert headed over to her, holding a sword in his mouth. The two of them began fighting, with Henley using the frying pan to block the horse’s sword.

“This is the weirdest thing I’ve ever done!” she exclaimed.

Rupert used his sword to knock Henley’s frying pan away, and they watched as it fell off the cliff.

“Uh...best two out of three?” Henley asked. Rupert pointed his sword towards her.

“Henley!” Charlie called. She looped her hair around Henley’s hand, and Henley started to swing to the other side of the canyon.

Henley looked at Sven and Macbeth below.

“Ha! You should see your faces because you look-,” she began, before slamming into a wall. “Ridiculous.”

On the opposite ledge of the canyon, Rupert kicked a beam, causing the dam to break. Water began filling the canyon. Henley and Charlie swung to the ground to make their escape. They ran into a cave, and the exit was blocked by falling rocks.

Water continued filling the cave through cracks in the rocks. Charlie and Henley tried to get higher ground, but they were trapped. Henley went under the quickly rising water to try finding a way out, but she wound up cutting her hand. She swam back up to Charlie and gasped for air.

“It’s useless. I can’t see shit,” she said.

Charlie quickly dove under, but she couldn’t see anything either. She swam back up to catch her breath.

“This is all my fault,” she said. “Father was right. I never should done this. I’m so, so sorry, Henley,” she continued, as her eyes began to water.

"Stickmin"

"What?" Charlie asked suprised.

"My last name is Stickmin. Someone might as well know." Henley replied

"I have magic hair that glows when i sing." Charlie smiled.

"What?" Henley replied.

"I have magic hair that glows when i sing!" Charlie said. That gave Charlie an idea.

“Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine…,” Charlie began.

She was unable to finish since the water covered her and Henley’s faces.

Charlie’s hair began to glow. Henley gasped, despite water getting in her mouth. Using the light of Charlie’s hair, they found a spot of the cave where the rocks were loose. They swam down to it and moved the rocks out of the way.

Charlie and Henley escaped the cave and wound up in the river on the other side. They climbed out of the water, and Charlie grabbed her frying pan when she saw it floating nearby.

“We needed” she exclaimed.

“Holy hell, your hair glows,” Henley said.

“We’re alive!” Charlie cheered.

Henley looked down at Ellie

“WHY DOES HER HAIR GLOW?” she yelled.

“Henley!” Charlie called.

“It doesn’t just glow,” she said.

Henley noticed the smile on Ellie’s face.

“Why the hell is she smiling at me?” she asked.

Meanwhile, Terrence was in the woods, standing near the spot Hattie said the tunnel let out. He heard someone coming, but before striking, he decided to see who it was. Sven and Macbeth walked by, soaking wet and coughing.

“I am going to kill that bitch!” Sven shouted.

“Hey there, gentlemen” Terrence smirked, as he stepped out of the shadows.

“Perhaps you want to stop acting like wild dogs chasing their tails and think for a moment.” he continued, as he held up Henley’s satchel.

Macbeth and Sven immediately drew their swords.

“Oh please, there's no need for that.” Terrence said, before he threw the satchel towards them. Macbeth checked inside, and sure enough, the crown was in there.

“Well if that’s all you desire, then be on your way. I was going to offer you something worth like, a thousand crowns would have made you rich beyond belief and that wasn't even the best part. Oh well, to good to be true. Enjoy your crown,” Terrence smiled.

He turned away, but Macbeth stopped him.

“What’s the best part?” he asked.

“Revenge on Henley,” Terrence replied, as he held up the girl’s wanted poster.

Sven and Macbeth smiled at one another, then looked back at Terrence.

“We're listening,” Sven said.

[the-irken-pony]

Hershel and Quentin for the ask bingo?

One is a dad to an insufferable man and the other is a babysitter for two alcoholics. They’d get along I think.

[wololo-01]

Them are so in love (johnny have now two dads now hehehe :D)

All right I wanna draw some thsc ships..but ONLY the rare one!, sooo Gimme them...NOW!

[st1ckart1zt]

The Lost Princess and The Thief Chapter 9

Henley across the shore. She spotted Macbeth sitting near a boat of his own.

"Ah! There you are... I've been searching everywhere for you, since we got separated." Henley said.

"Anyhow just wanted to say i shouldn't have split, the crown is all yours. I'll miss you but I think it's for the best."

Henley tossed the satchel at Macbeth’s feet, then turned to leave. However, Sven blocked her way.

"Old nut on us again, Stickmin?" he asked.

"What?" Henley asked, confused.

"We heard you found something. Something much more valuable than a crown." Macbeth replied, as he began walking over to them.

"We want the girl instead."

At those words, a look of terror crossed Henley’s face.

Later, Charlie was standing by her rowboat. She smiled when she saw a figure in the distance.

"Ah.. I was starting to think you took the crown and ran off." Charlie said.

As the figure came closer, Charlie realized it was actually two people; Macbeth and Sven.

"She did." Sven stated.

"What?" Charlie asked, her eyes widening.

“She’d never do that.”

"Well obviously she did." Sven  grinned, as he pointed to a sailboat on the water.

Charlie looked closely, and she saw Henley with her hands on the wheel.

"Henley!" Charlie called, but the other girl didn’t respond.

"It was a killer deal. A crown for the gitl with magic hair." said Macbeth.

"How much do you think someone would pay to stay young and healthy forever?" Sven asked, as he pulled out a sack.

"No!" Charlie screamed. 

She started to run away, but her hair got caught on a branch. As she tried to pull herself free, she heard noises.

"CHARLOTTE!" a familiar voice called.

"Dad?" Charlie whispered.

She pulled herself free and walked back, only to see Terrence standing over Sven and Macbeth ’s unconscious bodies.

"Charlie! I’m so glad you’re okay!" Terrence exclaimed.

"Dad!" Charlie smiled.

She ran over to Terrence and gave him a hug.

"You aren’t hurt or anything, are you?" Terrence asked.

"No, no, I’m okay. I’m so happy to see you. How did you know I was here?" Charlie asked.

"I was so worried about you! So, I followed you here and I saw them attack you, so I had to teach them a lesson." Terrence replied. "Let’s go before they wake up."

Terrence walked off. Charlie followed her, but she gave one last look at Henley’s boat. Charlie couldn’t believe she was stupid enough to believe that Henley loved her. She ran over to Terrence, crying.

"Dad...Dad, you were right about everything. I should have listened to you." she said.

"I know, sweetie. I know. But we can’t change the past. Now let’s go back to the tower. Where it’s safe." Terrence replied.

Charlie nodded, and the two of them walked into the forest.

Meanwhile, Henley’s boat hit against the castle dock. She was unconscious, and her wrists and the crown were tied to the steering wheel. Two guards spotted her.

"It’s the crown!" one shouted.

Henley slowly woke up.

"Charlie?" Henley asked.

Guards began running on her boat, causing her to scream. Rupert heard from the dock he was sitting on, so he walked over to see what it was. He saw Henley being dragged away by the castle guards.

"Charlie! CHARLIE!" Henley screamed as Rupert ran off to go find help.

The next morning, Henley was in her cell, pacing anxiously. She stopped when Hershell Pan, and two other guards, Johnny Panzer and Dave Panpa, opened the door.

"Let’s be on our way, Stickmin." Hershell ordered.

"Where are we going?" Henley asked.

Hershell didn’t answer, but the realization dawned on her. She was getting executed.

"Oh…."

Back at the tower, Terrence unbraided Charlie’s hair.

"Done! It’s like it never happened. Go get yourself cleaned up, I’m making blueberry pancakes!" he said as started to walk out of the bedroom, but he noticed the downcast look on Charlie’s face.

"I warned you. I tried to tell you. The world is a dark, selfish, and cruel place. If it even finds a little bit of sunshine, it destroys it." Terrence stated, before he left the room.

Charlie sat on her bed, gazing down at the sun flag Henley got for her. Ellie tried to comfort her, but it was no use. Charlie laid down and stared up at the murals she painted around her room.

Just then, Charlie realized something. She looked at the sun on her flag, and noticed the same shape in a painting on her wall. She thought it might’ve just been a coincidence, since she had never seen that sun before yesterday. However, she began seeing the sun in all of the paintings.

Then, the memory hit her like a bus. She remembered that when she was a baby, she had a mobile with that sun on it. She remembered that it wasn’t Terrence by her crib, but a royal couple. She remembered how familiar the baby looked in the mural with King Hubert and Queen Mercedes. She remembered how perfectly the crown fit on her head. Everything was starting to come together….

Elsewhere, Henley’s hands were tied, and Dave and Johnny were leading her to her execution. Henley noticed Sven and Macbeth in a cell. She slammed into the two guards, disorienting them, then she ran over to the cell.

"How did you know about her?! Tell me, NOW!" Henley  yelled, as she grabbed Sven by the collar.

"It wasn’t us! It was the old man!" Sven exclaimed.

"Old man…" Henley repeated.

Johnny and Dave grabbed her by the arms and started leading her away again.

"You don’t get it! She’s in trouble!" Henley shouted.

Back at the tower, Terrence realized that Charlie had been quiet for a while.

"Charlie?" he called.

"Charlie, what the hell are you doing?"

Charlie stepped out of her room, breathing heavily.

"I’m the lost princess..." Charlie muttered.

"Sweetie, we talked about this. I can’t understand you when you mumble like that." Terrence stated.

"I am the lost princess, aren’t I?" asked Charlie.

Terrence couldn’t answer, he was too shocked that Charlie had actually figured it out. Charlie glared at him.

"Did I fucking stutter?" she asked.

Terrence quickly regained his composure.

"Don’t talk to me that way! And do you even hear how stupid you sound? Why would you ask such a dumb question?" he asked.

"It was you! It was all you!" Charlie yelled.

"Listen here, you ungrateful little brat. Everything I ever did was to protect you." Terrence stated.

"I spent my whole life hiding from people who would use me for my power, but I should have been hiding from you!" Charlie shouted.

"Where would you go? She won’t be there for you." Terrence said, making Charlie’s eyes widen.

“What did you do to Henley?” she asked.

"That criminal is getting hanged for her crimes." Terrence answered.

Charlie gasped.

"Henley!" she exclaimed.

"Calm down, sweetie. It’s okay. This is the way things are supposed to be." Terrence said as he reached to pat Charlie’s head, but Charlie grabbed his wrist.

"No! You were wrong about the world. And you were wrong about me. And I’ll never let you use my hair again!" Charlie shouted.

Terrence broke free of Charlie’s grip, and when she stepped back, it caused a mirror to fall over. Charlie glared at Terrence one last time, then walked off.

"You want me to be the bad guy? Fine. Now I’m the bad guy." Terrence said.

He would not let Charlie go without a fight. He kept her here for eighteen years, and she easily believed he could keep Charlie here for the rest of her life.

[st1ckart1zt]

The Lost Princess and The Thief Chapter 5

Meanwhile, Rupert was still searching for Henley. He heard someone coming, so he got ready to strike. Unfortunately for him, it was just Terrence.

“A palace horse,” he said, looking him over.

“Where’s your rider?” he whispered. “Charlie! Charlotte!” he shouted. Rupert watched in confusion as Terrence ran away.

He headed back to the tower.

“Charlie! Let down your hair! CHARLIE!” he shouted.

When he got no response, Terrence ran to a secret entrance in the back of the tower. He searched the place, but Charlie was nowhere to be found.

Terrence noticed a loose floorboard. He pulled it up, and found a satchel inside. His eyes widened when he saw Charlie’s crown inside of it. Next, he found Henley’s wanted poster in the bag. Terrence immediately grabbed a knife, the satchel, and headed back outside.

Back in the forest, Charlie and Henley were still wandering around.

“Oh! There it is! The Snuggly Duckling. Don't worry, it’s a quaint place. Perfect for you. Don't want you scaring and giving up on this whole endeavor.” Henley said, motioning to the building.

“Well, I do like ducklings,” Charlie smiled.

“Yay” Hrnley replied.

They walked over to the building, and Henley threw open the door.

“Gotham! Your finest table, please!” she said.

Charlie looked around the tavern and gasped in horror. The building was filled with vikings and thugs. She held out her frying pan for protection.

"You smell that? Take a deep breath through the nose. Really let that seep in. What are you getting because to me that's part man smell, and the other part is really bad man smell. I don't know why but overall it just smells like the color brown. Your thoughts?” Henley asked.

Charlie gasped when she felt someone grab her hair. She turned and saw a short thug, Geoffrey holding it.

“Damn….that’s a lot of hair,” he said.

“She’s growing it out. Is that blood on your hat? Brownie, look at this! Look at all the blood on his hat! That’s a lot of blood!”exclaimed.

She noticed that Charlie seemed absolutely terrified.

“Hey, you don’t look so good, brownie. Maybe we should get your home. Call it a day. Probably better off. This is a five star joint after all and if you can't handle this place. Well maybe you should be back in your tower”

Before Charlie could answer, one thug, TRNK, held up one of Henley’s wanted posters.

“Is this you?” he asked.

Henley looked it over and saw that her nose looked even worse than it did before.

“Now they’re just being mean,” she said.

“Damn straight it’s her,” smirked one of them, named Sir Wilford IV.

“Harold! Go find some guards,” he stated. Harold nodded and ran off.

“That reward money is just what I need.”

“I could use the money!” a thug named Billy G shouted, as he grabbed Vaggie by the arm.

“What about me?! I'm broke! Fuck off! I need it more!” yelled TRNK, as he grabbed Henley’s other arm.

Soon, the thugs are fighting over who would turn Henley in.

" Ow! Ow! Not the face! Not the face!” Henley shouted.

“Let her go! Give me back my guide!” Charlie yelled, as she tried to hit them with her frying pan.

When she realized her frying pan wasn’t doing anything, Charlie swung her hair around a beam. She slammed it onto Wilford’s head, causing everyone to stop.

“Put her down!” Charlie shouted, as they all turned to her.

“Okay, I don’t know where I am, and I need her to take me to see the lanterns. I’ve been dreaming about them my whole life! Find uour humanity! Haven’t any of you ever had a dream?” Charlie asked.

Wilford started walking towards her, and Charlie was sure he was about to kill her.

“I had a dream once,” he said.

Wilford threw a knife towards , an accordian player, and he immediately started to play.

“I'm fucked up, mean and scary

My sneer could curdle dairy

And violence-wise, my hands are not the cleanest

But despite my many crimes

And that I should be doing time

I always hoped to be a concert pianist,” Wilford sang, before he sat at the piano and started to play.

“Can't ya see me on the stage performin' Mozart?

Ticklin' the ivories 'til they gleam?

Sure, I'd rather be called deadly

For my killer show-tune medley

Thank you!

'Cause way down deep inside

I got a dream!” he continued.

“He's got a dream!

He's got a dream!” the others sang.

“See, I ain't as cruel and heartless as I seem!

Though I do like breaking femurs

You can count me with the dreamers

Like everybody else

I got a dream!” Wilford sang.

“La la la la la la la la la la la la!” the thugs sang, as a man named Right stepped up.

“I've got scars, marks, and bruises

Plus something here that oozes

And let's not even mention my complexion

Despite my angry issues.

And my premature orange hair

I really want to make a love connection,” Right sang.

“Can't you see me with my perfect special someone?

Rowing in a rowboat down the stream?

Though I'm a strange and awkward blighter

I'm a lover, not a fighter

'Cause way down deep inside

I've got a dream

I've got a dream!” Right continued.

“He's got a dream!

He's got a dream!” the crowd sang.

“And I hope one day romance will reign supreme!

Though pathetic people screaming

There's a child behind it, dreaming

Like everybody else

I've got a dream!” sang Right.

Just outside, Terrence began walking up to the tavern.

“Billy G would like to quit and be a florist

Jaques does interior design

Tintin is a mime

Reynaldo cupcakes are sublime

Carol knits

Reginald sews

Randy does little puppet shows!” the thugs sang.

“And TRNK collects ceramic unicorns!” Wilford added, before he turned his attention to Henley.

“What about ya?” he asked.

“I’m sorry, me?” Henley asked.

“What’s your dream?” asked.

“No, no, no, no. Sorry gentlemen, I don’t sing,” Henley replied, before the group pointed their knives at her.

“I’ve dreams like you, no really!

Just much less touchy feely.

They mainly happen someplace warm and sunny

On an island that I own

Relaxed and rested and alone

Surrounded by enormous piles of money and gems!” Henley sang.

“I've got a dream!” Charlie sang.

“She's got a dream!” the others sang.

“I've got a dream!

I just want to see the floating lanterns gleam!” Charlie continued, since she didn’t notice Terrence watching through the window.

“And with every passing hour

I'm so glad I left my tower

Like all you lovely folks

I've got a dream!” she sang.

“She's got a dream!

He's got a dream!

They've got a dream!

We've got a dream!

So our diff'rences ain't

Really that extreme!

We're one big team!

Call us brutal

Sick

Sadistic

And grotesquely optimistic

'Cause way down deep inside

We've got a dream!

I've got a dream!

I've got a dream!

I've got a dream!

I've got a dream!

I've got a dream!

I've got a dream!

Whoo whoo whoo whoo!

Yes, way down deep inside

I've got a dream!” everyone finished.

As they did, Harold swung open the door.

“I found the guards!” he smiled.

Henley grabbed Charlie, and they quickly hid behind the counter. Major Hershell Panzer and the other guards stepped inside.

“Now...where is Henley? We will find her. We’ll destroy the place if we have to!” he yelled.

More guards walked in, along with Sven and Macbeth in cuffs.

Wilford tapped Henley on the shoulder. He led her and Henley to a secret passage.

“Go. Live your dream,” he said.

“I will,” Henley nodded.

“Your dream stinks. I was talking to her,” Wilford returned.

“Thanks for your help,” Charlie smiled, before she and Henley headed into the tunnel.

Meanwhile, TRNK was with the guards.

“I think this is the person you’re looking for,” he said, as he pulled over a girl named Hattie (hat girl).

“Oh yes! You got me,” Hattie nodded.

“Captain! There’s no sign of Henley,” said Johnny, one of the guards.

At that moment, Rupert burst through the door.

“Rupert,” Hershell said.

Rupert sniffed along the floor, and he headed towards the counter.

“What’s he doing?” Johnny asked.

“Quiet! He’s at work,” Hershell whispered.

Rupert pushed a lever, opening the secret passage.

“A passage! Excellent work, Rupert! Come along, everyone! Panpa, you watch Sven and Macbeth. Be certain they don’t get away,” Hershell said.

He and the other guards went through the passage. Sven and Macbeth promptly knocked Dave out and used his spear to cut their handcuffs.

“Let’s go get our crown,” Macbeth stated.

As they all went through the tunnel, Hattie headed outside, where Terrence was still watching.

“Oh! Hello, mister. You look lovely,” she smiled.

“Awww, thank you,” Terrence said, before he pulled his knife out.

“Where the hell does that tunnel let out?” he growled.

“Knife…” Hattie nervously said.

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The Lost Princess and The Thief Chapter 3

Henley, Sven, and Macbeth were running through the woods. Macbeth stopped by their wanted posters and started to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Henley asked.

“They keep screwing up your nose!” Sven giggled, as he showed Henley the poster. Sure enough, Henley’s nose was completely wrong.

“I swear they’re doing this on purpose,” said Henley.

“Can you fucking focus?” Macbeth asked.

Just then the group noticed the palace guards approaching on their horses. Henley stuffed her wanted poster in her satchel, and the group ran away. They stopped when they spotted a large wall of rock in their path.

“Okay, if you give me a boost, I’ll pull you up,” Henley said.

“Give us the satchel first,” Macbeth returned.

“You really don’t trust me? After all we’ve been through?” Henley asked. The two of them glared at her, anamused.

“Fine,” she said, as she passed Sven the satchel.

Soon, Sven stood on Macbeth ’s shoulders, and Henley climbed off the two of them and reached the top of the ledge.

“Are you gonna help us up or what?” Sven asked.

“I can’t. My hands are full,” Henley smiled, as she showed them the satchel.

Henley rushed off, leaving Macbeth and Sven to wonder how she stole it off of them in the first place.

“BITCH!” Sven shouted.

Henley started to run through the forest, but the guards on horseback quickly caught up to her.

“Get that satchel at any costs!” shouted Major Hershell Panzer, the captain of the guard.

His horse, Rupert, seemed to neigh something similar to the other horses. The guards started shooting at Henley with her crossbows, but they never hit. Eventually, the other guards fell behind, but Hershell and Rupert were still right on Henley’s tail.

“We’ve got her now, Rupert!” Hershell exclaimed.

Thinking quickly, Henley grabbed a vine hanging from a tree. She swung around, knocked Hershell off of Rupert, and she sat on the horse instead.

“Let’s go!” Henley yelled.

Rupert stopped in his tracks.

“Come on! Let’s go!” Henley repeated. Rupert noticed her satchel, and immediately tried to get it.

“No,” she stated, but he kept trying to get it. “Cut it out!”

Rupert managed to grab the satchel, and Henley tried to pull it away. The two did this for a while longer, until they accidentally flung the satchel away. It landed on a low hanging branch off the side of a cliff.

Henley jumped off the horse and ran to get it, with Rupert following close behind. Henley crawled across the branch. Rupert stepped on it in an attempt to stop her, but Henley grabbed the satchel.

“Yes!” she exclaimed.

Just then, the two of them heard something breaking. The branch they were on snapped, and the pair fell to the ground. Henley got up before Rupert, so she ran to hide herself behind a wall of vines. Rupert got up, and just as Henley hoped, he walked right past her hiding spot.

Henley sighed with relief, then she spotted something. It was a tower. She figured it could make a good hiding place, so she walked over to it. She found that there were no doors, and there was only a small window near the top. She grabbed two arrows out of her satchel and started to climb by sticking them in the side of the tower. Once she made it inside, she shut the window.

Henley opened her satchel. Thankfully, the crown was still there.

“Finally,” she smiled.

Just then, Charlie snuck up behind Henley and hit her with a frying pan, knocking her out.

“omg, omg, omg,” Charlie muttered.

She cautiously walked over to the unconscious thief, holding her frying pan out just in case. Ellie watched from a safe distance, both curious to see what would happen next. Charlie brushed Henley ’s hair out of her face, in order to get a better look at her features. She stared at her curiously. Henley's eyes fluttered open, so Charlie knocked her out again.

She decided to stuff Henley in the closet and put a chair in front of the door.

“Okay, okay. I have a person in my closet….” Charlie said nervously. At that moment, the realization dawned on her. She did something by herself.

“I’ve got a person in my closet! Yes! Too weak to handle myself out there, Dad? Well, you can talk to my fucking frying pan,” she said, before accidentally hitting herself in the head with it.

Charlie noticed Henley’s satchel lying on the floor. She saw the crown perking out of it, so she picked it up to get a better look. She had no idea what it even was. She slid it on her arm, assuming it was a bracelet, but it was too big. Finally, she looked in her mirror, and got the idea to put it on her head. As he studied her reflection, she felt a strange feeling in her chest, but she had no idea how to describe it.

“CHARLIE!” Terrence shouted from outside.

Charlie quickly put the crown and satchel into a pot, then ran over to the window.

“I’m here!” she called, as she lowered her hair out the window.

“I have a surprise for you!” Terrence yelled, as he grabbed onto the hair.

“I do too!” Charlie replied, pulling Terrence up.

“I bet my surprise is bigger!” smiled Terrence.

“I kind of doubt it…” Charlie whispered, as she looked towards her closet.

Charlie finished pulling Terrence up, and she stepped inside.

“I got some blueberries. I’m making blueberry pancakes with dinner! You’re favorite. Surprise!” Terrence exclaimed.

“Dad, I have something super important to tell you,” Charlie said.

“Flower, you know I hate leaving after a fight. Especially when I didn’t do a damn thing wrong,” Terrance said.

“It’s okay! I was thinking about what you told me,” Charlie replied.

“Are you still talking about those stars?” Helsa asked.

“The floating lights,” Charlie corrected. “And yes, but I’m leading up to it.”

“I thought we dropped that little issue, Charlie,” Terrence stated.

“I know, Dad. But I’m just saying, you think I’m not strong enough to take care of myself…” Charlie began, as she walked towards her closet.

“Oh, sweetie, I know you aren’t strong enough to handle yourself,” Terrence replied.

“I know, but…” Charlie started.

“Charlie, we aren’t talking about this anymore,” Terrence said.

“Please? Just listen?” Charlie asked.

“No! Just shut up! You are not leaving this damn tower, never!” Terrence shouted. Charlie looked completely heartbroken. Terrence sighed.

“Great, now I’m the bad guy,” he said.

Charlie paused for a moment. She looked at her mural on the wall, then back at her closet, and she got an idea.

“Dad, all I wanted to say was that I know what I want for my birthday,” she said.

“And what is that?” Terrence asked.

“New paint. The kind made from the white shells you brought me once,” Charlie answered.

“Sweetie, that’s like a three day long trip,” Terrence said.

“I just thought that it was a better idea than the...stars,” replied Charlie.

Terrence walked over to her.

“You’re sure you’ll be alright by yourself?” he asked.

“I know I’ll be safe as long as I’m here,” Charlie smiled, before she gave Terrence a hug.

Terrence got a basket of food for the trip, then was lowered out the window.

“I’ll be back in three days! Love you!” he called.

“I love you more!” Charlie replied.

“I love you most!” Terrence finished, before he walked away.

As soon as her father was out of sight, Charlie rushed over to the closet. She moved her chair out from in front of the door, then she cautiously opened it.