#marsfic

[mariipun]

Adventures of Wally & The Gang (plus their Caretaker)

Keep A Level Head

Warnings: None. Humor. Just more silly antics. Inspired by the anime “ Aggretsuko”.  

Word Count: 834

Brief Description: The Welcome Home cast is alive, living alongside humans. You have been contracted as their Caretaker. Our dear Caretaker has been running around all day, working hard. On top of your daily administrative work, you also have to babysit tend to the colorful ensemble of actors, plus all the other studio employees, who can’t seem to do things on their own.

[Not sure if this constitutes a WH!Muppet AU scenario?? Not sure how to tag it haha] 

“Care! Hey, hey! Care--?! Hey! Caretaker! Heeeeeeeeeey!” Julie wails, following behind as you try to ignore her and focus on the task at hand.

No matter how many times you try to address the blonde, she pulls you away from what needs to be done, to what she wants to do. It’s become a bit of an irritating habit, although you’re convinced it’s her hobby, to distract you from your job so you can entertain her grabs for attention.

“Not now Julie, I have a lot of work to do, but I promise I’ll do whatever it is you’re wanting once I’ve got more time—”

“No, I need you now. The new dress I had ordered still hasn’t arrived and I—”

You drone out her increasing insistence, beginning to pick up the pace as you swerved through the crowd of studio employees and other puppets. Unfortunately, the moment the others sight you, the choir of:

“Hey Care—”

“--need you here—”

“Can you fix—”

“Get me some—”

You stop in your tracks, feeling Julie bump into you from behind. With your binder tucked close to your chest, your hands tighten around it. The overwhelming demands from the maintenance team, stagehands, cameramen, and puppets made you fume. It was obvious from your face how feelings of annoyance had now turned into full-blown anger. You tried steadying your breath, feeling the heat prickle at your cheeks, and reminding yourself to remain professional, you need this job, it pays the bills… it pays the bills…it pays the bills….

“Hold on!” You boom, causing the voices to settle. You stand your ground, steeling yourself as you take a breath. “I am extremely busy right now—” You strain, each word slow, with brows furrowed and jaw tight. “Sooo-- I’d appreciate it if you all stop pestering me for a moment, because if I hear one more per—”

“Hey, Care?” Barnaby interjects, poking his head out of the restroom door.

Your mouth shuts, head snapping around to look at him. “What?!”

“I clogged the toilet,” Barnaby responds monotonously, thumb pointing toward inside the restroom, as water slowly began trickling its way outside.

The grip around your binder tightens even more to the point you felt like you could have ripped it in half. Your eyes narrow into a glare, tight lips twitching up into a menacing grin.

“So uh… could you fix it?” Barnaby probes, moving away from the slow leak of water pooling around his feet.

“Please excuse me for a moment…” You seethe, quickly and silently moving your way toward one of the audio control rooms, knowing the padded walls would shield your outbursts. Upon arrival, you slammed the binder down onto the script stand, causing it to wobble and tilt over.

That was the last straw.

You bring your arms up, flailing them around as you release your rage. “What the actual [redacted]?! I just need to do one [redacted] thing! One thing! But nooooooo--! I can’t catch a [redacted] break around here! And why the [redacted] would Barnaby clog the toilet?! PUPPETS DON’T EVEN NEED TO USE THE [redacted] TOILET?!”

You heaved, palming your forehead for a second before sliding your hand over your eyes. You took a few deep breaths to soothe yourself until you heard an audible click and the sound designer over the two-way speaker.

“You, uh, okay in there?”

You drop your hand down to your mouth, eyes darting open to see not only the sound designer but a few of the puppets and two other employees who followed you to your location, staring at you from behind the glass.

You stared back.

Julie had arched a brow, crossing her arms over her chest in disapproval.

Wally’s half-lidded, unwavering, eyes peered at you. “Those are some naughty words there...” He commented, his voice crackling a bit through the speaker. Though, reading his expression you could tell he was a bit amused.

“Yes dear, you really should watch your language.” Poppy chimes, as everyone else in the sound room nods in agreement.

Standing there for a moment longer, you finally gave up. Picking up your binder and setting the script stand back up in place, you walk through the door into the sound room, staying silent as Barnaby stepped toward you with a plunger in hand.

“I found this if it’ll help with the toilet—”

You didn’t say anything as you walked past him, only extending a hand, and swiping the plunger from his grasp. You moved on through the exit.

[BONUS]

Barnaby and Wally both stood outside the restroom door, peering in and watching as you muttered curses under your breath and violently plunged the toilet to unclog whatever ungodly thing Barnaby stuffed in there.

Wally: “So, uh, Barnaby?”

Barnaby: “Yeah lil’ buddy?”

Wally: “What did you put in there?”

Barnaby: “Just a bunch of leftover doughnuts from the spread table.”

Wally: “…Why?”

Barnaby, shrugging: “Wanted to see what would happen…”

[For scientific inquiry]

[shiftingwithmars]

How it feels cause I’m currently working on Puddles death scene:

My favorite thing is when I tell myself “I’ll just write a little bit” and suddenly it’s three hours later, I haven’t blinked, and I’m emotionally compromised over my own characters.

[oddcryptidwrites]

Worldbuilding in Five

Thank you to @thetruearchmagos and @theprissythumbelina for tagging me in this! I'm gonna tag @mx-ryder @writeark @annakayy @rhyaxxyn @the-writer-nerd-ro @rmhashauthor and whoever else wants to play!

Recently, I've been rattling around my MarsFic in my head again, called the Cryto Conspiracy (#crycon). So, as a little treat, take some concepts for the Domes

The Martian Domes are Earth's big attempt to colonize the red planet. After small-scale attempts at colonization by various companies, the Marages Cosmos Construction Firm began construction, starting with the Alpha Dome. During the time of Cryto Conspiracy, 300+ earthen years later, the Tau Dome has just been completed.

The beginning of the Cryto Conspiracy takes place in the Gamma Dome, one of the smallest and the third-oldest of the domes. Compared to the large, 10 million or more person domes, the Gamma Dome only hosts a maximum of 75,000 people. It's settled into a large crater near the Echus Chasma and is west of the Lambda Dome. It's very much got this dynamic of the societal elite living higher up, literally, with the non-citizen Extraneous living on the actual Martian surface. There's this interesting societal quirk where the red Martian soil is seen as dirty or cheap, while if you can afford to create Earth-like gardens with rich, dark soil, you're richer than rich.

Generally, the society is pretty high tech, with towering building. The tallest, not just in the Gamma Dome but in all of the Domes, is The Spire. It supports the center of the dome, and is the home of the central government of each Dome.

[teeentyonepilots]

Was prompted by @joshdunfiles to write about Jim and I have posted it! I’ve been writing so many long pieces that I want to switch for a bit and write some short fics. I’ve also got prompts I wrote last year and never published that I may post so keep your eyes out for an influx of new Marsfics.

[lilaclair]

Burning Eyes #2

Part two

  “Jared?” I said, not capable to believe it. He was here… right beside me… like old times. “Hey, me too?” I heard a familiar voice saying on the left. I looked at the spot where the voice came from and I saw Shannon Leto sitting on a couch, smiling at me. “Shannon?”

  “Is this a dream?” I asked, looking at Jared and then Shannon. They both shook their heads and smiled. Then Jared leaned towards me and wrapped his hands around my neck and hugged me. I was stunned, so I didn’t put my hands around him yet. I was stunned, because Jared and Shannon were both here. My brothers from another mother.

  “Long time no see.” he whispered into my ear. I gained my confidence and finally wrapped my hands around him. “I missed you.” I said, tears of happiness forming in my eyes. I felt him smiling behind my ear.

  When he moved away from me, my eyes caught Shannon again, saying: “Get your ass here, Shan.” Shannon laughed, stood up, and walked to me. He sat on the bed I was lying in and I wrapped my hands around him like I did with Jared and told him the same. “I missed you.” I felt him smiling too. Well, what can I say – brothers.

  “How are you?” Jared asked as Shannon removed himself from me. I groaned at the pain in me and that was enough for Jared and Shannon. “You know, you were lucky that we were at the neighborhood.” Shannon marked. I nodded. “Thanks for… you know… saving me.” I said shyly.

“No need to thank us, we saved our little sister.” Jared said. I don’t know why did it hurt me so much. Especially from Jared’s mouth. I smiled sadly and feeling the pain getting stronger, I laid down again.

  “You look terrible.” Shannon said. I nodded a little. “Thanks, Shannon. That really makes me feel better.” I said sarcastically. “What happened to that man?” I asked, shivering while thinking of that dude. I saw Shannon blushing a bit. So cute with a little red color on his cheeks. And I also saw Jared’s lip corner rise a bit, like he’s holding back his laugh.

  “Uh, I think I knocked him down…” Shannon said shyly. I released a little laugh. Quite typical Shannon. “I should’ve known.” I said, smiling.

  I heard Jared laughing and turned my eyes, which were watching Shannon, on him. So adorable. However, his happy expression changed quickly, into a worried, sad expression. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” he said quietly. “I can’t imagine what would’ve had happened if we wouldn’t have been there…” his voice broke at the last words.

  “But you were,” I said, trying to make him feel better. “You were, and you saved my life. I will be forever thankful for this.”

  Jared smiled sadly and then stood up, looking at me. “Want something to eat?” he asked. I felt the emptiness in my stomach, which meant that yes, I was hungry. I nodded and then he walked away from the room.

  I sighed and moved my eyes on Shannon. He seemed happier than his brother. He was slightly smiling, looking at me.

  “That man was going to rape me,” I said, after a little silence. Shannon smirked and moved his eyes up and down my body. “I can see that,” he said, looking at my chest. I realized I was wearing nothing but my simple black bra and jeans with the zip open. I blushed and pulled the blanket over my chest.

Shannon giggled, which I thought was absolutely adorable, and I was sure that my face is totally red.

  “Uh, do you have some kind of… shirt or something?” I asked weirdly. Shannon grinned devilishly. “Why, I think you look really good like this… I like it.” I blushed even more. “Shannon.” I said. He hadn’t changed a bit. Naughty as always.

  “Fine, but it’s Jared’s house so I don’t know if he let’s you wear his stuff…” “Wait, it’s Jared’s house? I asked surprised. Shannon nodded. “Uh, yeah… where did you think we are?” he asked, smiling. I opened my mouth to say something, but at that very moment, Jared came into the room with a tray full of food and some juice. I couldn’t help but lick my upper lip. I was obviously really hungry.

Jared smiled, seeing me, wanting to eat, and he put the tray on the little cupboard next to me.

  My hands immediately reached for the food on the tray. “Jared,” I heard Shannon saying as I took a bite from a sandwich. Jared, who was watching me eat, now turned his head towards Shannon. “I think you should give Elena something to wear.” I smiled and blushed as Jared turned to look at me – the blanket had come off when I took the food. Like Shannon, his eyes stopped on my bust. “Uh, okay.” he said, closing his eyes, probably not trying to make me more uncomfortable than I already was. However, Jared liked what he saw. I pulled it over again.

  God, what am I thinking? He probably just hates seeing those bruises on my chest.

  Jared stood up and walked towards the huge closet in the right side of the room. “Let’s see what we have here…” I heard him saying quietly as he opened the closet.

  “Just give me something to wear. It doesn’t have to be pretty.” I said grinningly, ignoring Shannon playing with my hair by curling it up on his finger.

  “I think this is okay…” I heard him muttering and then he turned towards me and showed me a black shirt with long sleeves and a little V cut. I saw Shannon turning his head away and Jared gave him a devilish smile. “What do you think?” he asked, moving his eyes on me again… poker face expression with a slight smile.

  I nodded. “It’s good.” His impression turned into a bigger smile as he walked towards me and gave me the shirt. “Put it on.” I smiled and while putting it on, I smelt the scent of Jared. Sweet.

  “I can get my assistant to get you a woman’s shirt if you want,” Jared said, smiling softly. I immediately shook my head. “No, I’m okay.” I said. It’s got your smell on it, I added in my mind.

  “I think that looks very good on you,” Shannon said and Jared sighed. “Yes, it does.” Jared agreed.

  I shook my head in disagreeing. “Maybe it would if I wouldn’t have those horrible bruises on my god damn chest.” I said sadly while softly examining the bruises with my right hand. “They-they’re gonna disappear,” Jared said, trying to alleviate the emotion in my face. However, he himself seemed to be on the edge of a breakdown. He looked tired; his eyes were a bit red, like he had cried. Though I didn’t think that he had cried. Jared’s a tough man.

  He put his soft right hand easily just above my breasts, where was one of the biggest bruises. I gasped when I felt how fiery his hand is. “It’s gonna be okay,” he whispered and then pulled me into a little, soft hug. He tried hard not to hurt me.

  God, your hair... smells so good.

  I smiled by myself and blushed. My eyes caught Shannon sneering like he knows that I was thinking about Jared. But that was probably only my imagination; it’s not possible to read a persons mind.

  When Jared pulled away, he laid his head on the pillow which I was lying on and looked me into the eyes. That startling blue…

  “By the way, what were you doing in that alley?” I asked. “Uh, well, we were going to visit mom and I thought about buying something for her so me and Shannon stopped the car and went to the shop in you know, near that alley…” he said. I nodded in understanding. “And when coming out of the shop, we heard your voice. I mean, we both heard it, but I recognized it… It’s kinda weird though – I have never heard you scream.” he talked and Shannon nodded within. “And I recognized your voice.” Jared continued.

  I was now smiling. Seeing that kind of happy look on my face, Jared’s lip corners raised a bit “Why are you smiling?” “You recognized me by my voice,” I said happily. “Yeah?” he questioned. “I was thinking before I got… you know…” I gulped. “And I was thinking about you two, if you would still recognize me… by my voice or looks.”

  Jared’s lips had risen. I, not knowing what he’s thinking, turned to Shannon.

  “Why were you going to visit Constance so late at night?” I wondered. “She wanted to see us. We just made it back from Paris, we had a concert there, you know?” This time Shannon talked proudly.

“Europe tour?” I asked curiously. “Yeah… I thought that my sister knows where we are and what we are doing,” Shannon said while grinning.

  “Well sorry, my laptop is kinda broke” I apologized. “Let someone fix it?” he suggested. I shook my head sadly. “No money.” In the corner of my eye I saw Jared’s lip corners low down. “Well, I can get you a new one, if you want.” Jared said while getting him up again to sit next to me.

  I smiled, but didn’t know what to say. Jared took it as a yes. “Okay, I’ll get you a new one.” he said.

  “You look terrible… those bruises…” Jared muttered while he scanned on my chest again. Little bit uncomfortable…

  “You know, I think you should rest… more.” Shannon said and looked at Jared who was nodding. “Yeah, get some sleep.” he agreed. I smiled and lay down on the pillow and I smelt the smell of Jared. Yum.

  “You should get some rest too,” I told both of them. “You look really tired.”

  They both smiled and Jared said “We’ll try.” I smiled too and closed my eyes.

_

I know it sucks, but feedback please?

[mariipun]

YEEES, this is what I’m trying to go for, but I’m still trying to figure out how I’ll construct it honestly. My mind is just *buzzing* with ideas. Ugh, if you ever wanna bounce ideas around, feel free to message me! 

I've recently jumped on the bandwagon of Welcome Home. But I wanted to say thats awesome you're Filipino! (Me too!) But late night thoughts had me thinking of an AU where "What if The Neighborhood is actually a place where all lost/forgotten things (like old puppet shows that were popular back in the day, or ones that got canceled prematurely) find their way there as a refuge rather than just disappearing forever? Kind of a sad concept (like that scene in Inside Out with Bing Bong slowly disappearing from Riley's memories), but instead find themselves having a second chance". Tbh this concept was probably thought of already, I don't think I've even scraped the surface yet lol.

HELLO WHO ARE YOU I NEED TO FIND YOU THIS CONCEPT IS AMAZING BECAUSE BECAUSE I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT SOMETHING SIMILAR TO THIS--

ALSI HIIII HELLO FELLO PINOY!!

I kinda like that idea becausecim making some new wh ocs that are more or less from a show in the same universe as welcome home that only got a pilot episode but sadly got pulled out bc its characters are kinda representative of the seven princes of Hell which is like a nono at the 70s since religion and demons are bad and stuff

Im kinda still drawing them still but yeah! This AU idea is hella interesting I like it!

[nails-in-my-mouth]

Breaking into

I am VERY sorry for the grammar mistakes, seriously. Unfortunately, I don’t have a beta. But you can tell me whether you think I need to correct something. Any suggestions will help. I just made this for MissSophie from AO3, who asked me nicely. I will probably never do it again x-x so I hope you enjoy, or whatever...

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The sizzling southern afternoon settled in the city was coming to the end, giving way to the equally hot night. The clock in the kitchen showed ten to seven when Shannon stepped into Jared’s room like a hurricane. The fifteen-year boy was lying on his bed, with nearly half of his body hanging from the edge and his hair pointing to the floor. The fan was doing a poor job to decrease the temperature, with its colorful stripes shaking with reluctance, making the cans hanging from the ceiling starting to crash amongst them. Tens of comics were scattered under the bed, discarded for a computers magazine he was reading with eagerness while the eldest insisted on going through the contents of the drawers both of the brothers shared, throwing socks and briefs to the floor.

“Hey Shani, what are you looking for?”

“Have you seen my Motley Crue t-shirt? The one I always wear.”

“Mmmm, the one with the red and blue printing?”

“Yep.”

“I got it borrowed last time; take a look in the left drawer.” He answered, picking up his reading. But bless his curiosity, his eyes would glance at his brothers form, who was packing some things into a bag hurriedly. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Hm, not your business.” Shannon got out of the room, with a badly tied converse and the other shoe still in his hand. Jared narrowed his eyes. There was something different. If his brother was going out with a girl, he would usually show it off, and the same applied when he hung out with his friends. This time, he was too quiet. Jared got up pretty quickly, so he waited for the sudden dizziness to pass, and put on the snickers abandoned by the doorstep. Annoying his big bro was one of his favorite parts of the day.  When he got out, the street glowed with the orange sunshine, as well as the scratched painting of a blue ford mustang. It was deteriorated, but the vehicle kept that 60’s charm Jared had learnt to admire with his schoolmates.

“Nice car. Where did you get it from?” He came closer, noticing one of the rearview mirrors was missing.

“It’s my buddy’s.”

“That’s not true, none of your friends could afford a car, even a second handed like this.”

“Listen, I’ll just mess around for a while, ok? Tell mom I’ll come back by tomorrow morning, I’ll stay at Mich’s house.”

“Of course you’re not so going there.”

“Exactly, but that’s not important right now.” Shannon looked at him, raising an eyebrow. He threw his backpack over the front seat and opened the door, bending over and putting together two cables that hung from the steering wheel. The humming that came from the engine indicated the car still worked. Too good to be true. Jared though for a moment on going back to his room and die, melted on his bed while trying to finish that homemade computer’s article. But then he thought that whatever Shannon was doing would be a thousand times better than reading.

“I want to go too.”

“No.”

“Why not? I promise not doing anything embarrassing in front of your friends.”

“It’s not about it, I’m not going with them.” That confirmed Jared’s guessing. Now the question was, where was he going to? “I want to be alone for a moment.”

“Do I really annoy you that much?” The guy was pouting, and for Shannon’s misfortune, it worked very well even though Jared had passed his childhood a couple of years ago.

“Jared, leave your dramatic side for a moment.”

Ok, the puppy eyes didn’t work this time. Jared decided to use his foolproof weapon.

“If you don’t let me go with you, I’ll tell mom you have a stolen car.”

“It’s not stolen.”

“It has no license plate Shannon, I’m not stupid. Furthermore, is there any other reason for you to turn it on without the damn keys?”

“Ok, but I didn’t steal it, one of the guys did.”

“Doesn’t matter, you have it right now.”

“But not tomorrow, and you won’t have any evidence.”

“Well, then I can tell her where you hide the cigarettes and joints.”

“How the hell…? Ah, damn it!” Shannon used one of his hands to ruffle the hair on his forehead, throwing back the head. The fucking brat had won. Shannon made a gesture with his head, urging him to move. “C’mon, get in before I run over you with the car.”

Jared smiled and propelled himself, jumping over the beaten-up door of the convertible. Shannon turned on the radio and a soft melody started to flow from the speakers. Jared was crooning while Shannon tapped rhythmically on the door with his fingers.

A-way, way down inside

A-honey, you need-a

I'm gonna give you my love, ah…

  *~*~*~*~*

  Shannon parked in front of a big house located in an uptown neighborhood.  If the car were in better conditions, it would have nothing to envy of the other ones of the street, Jared thought. The hazel-eyed boy had chosen a place where the street lightning couldn’t reach on its full, under a leafy tree.

“Now what?”

“Nothing silly billy, we’ll wait.”

“Wait for what?”

“You ask too much, just shut up and watch.”

After a while, two people exited a door about a four-house distance from the place they had parked in. Jared focused and recognized them. The man was a doctor who worked at the same hospital his mom did, and the woman might surely be his wife. Jared had run into him enough times to remember his face, but he couldn’t recall his name.

“Look, right now they are going to visit their grandchildren just across the city and won’t come back till tomorrow in the morning. They repeat it every weekend, at the same hour exactly, if there’s not any setback.”

“How the hell do you know all that stuff?”

“I’ve been painting their house and mowing the lawn for the last four months, what do you think?”

That explained where his brother got the money for taking all those girls to a coffee shop nearby the school. Both adults got into the car and drove next to them, until they went out of sight turning on the corner. The guys waited about ten minutes in silence, then other twenty, and Jared began to grow impatient.

“It’s time,” Shannon said. Jared didn’t know what to do. “C’mon, move your ass!”

Shannon started to walk with Jared behind his back, crossing the street and turning to the back street in the next intersection. Then, Shannon employed a trash can as a shield and bend down, pulling the younger’s t-shirt.

“Hide yourself properly and follow me.”

They went through a yard with no fence, crawled amongst the bushes ornamenting the grass and came upon a white metal fence, just behind the doctor’s house. Shannon climbed and fell on the other side, landing on his feet skillfully. Jared didn’t know if he had practice or great reflexes. He followed his brother, partially remorseful but without wanting to show his fleeting boost of cowardice. Due to the spaciousness between the houses, the garden was so quiet Jared heard a weird sound and suddenly turned around. He spat the words so quickly they could barely be understood.

“Shannon, look.”

He pointed to a furious dog, who was giving them a menacing look.

“Fuck. Run!”

Both guys tried to avoid the barking dog that followed them through the trees. At this point someone would grow suspicious and they would be caught. Jared saw his brother being chased by the animal, and getting over the petrifaction of fear, he pulled out a crushed pop tart from his pocket and ripped the package, whistling to the dog.

“Take this!”

He threw the small cake and hit him on the forehead. The bewildered dog shook it off and sniffed it. Shannon ran away without wasting a second, bringing Jared with him and using a hook to open the sliding door of the house. They leaned back on the glass for a moment, breathing harshly, more likely as a result of panic than of the physical activity.

“Didn’t you know they had a dog?”

“No, they might have bought it recently.”

“When was the last time you came here?”

“Like three weeks ago.” Shannon looked at him with a nervous smirk. “Thank you, if you hadn’t come, I don’t know what would have happened.”

“You’re welcome. But now, how do we get out of here?”

“We’ll make up something, maybe there are more pop tarts in here.” He answered with a giggle.

“Don’t make fun of them, tarts have saved your life.” Jared replied, using a fake offended tone. “As you are the one who knows this house, you should turn on the lights. I can’t see my own nose.”

“Yeah, I also should scream ’We have broken into this house while their owners were out!’ Don´t be an idiot, they’ll catch us.”

“Ok, ok” Jared put his hands up in surrender. Shannon ignored him and walked to the living room, until he lay down on the sofa. “Aren’t you going to take something?”

“What’s up with you? I’m not a thief.”

“So why did you come here?”

“Because of this.” Shannon pointed to the wall with a little plastic square. A pair of tiny lights appeared when the machine previously hidden by the darkness was turned on; the fresh air flooded the room. Jared moved forward and took a sit on the other couch. He would have liked to watch the TV in front of them, but that could also alert the neighbors. Jared rested his head on a little cushion, turning it to his brother’s silhouette, barely drawn with the light. A flame appeared, lighting up his brother’s brown eyes while he lit a cigarette. They should remember to open the windows before leaving to clean the smell of it, in case that damn dog let them go.

“Would you give me some?”

“Buy yours.” Shannon maneuvered to answer with the cigarette between his teeth.

“Come on, at least one puff.”

“Ok, come.”

Jared stood up and walked, stumbling with the coffee table. When he tried to reach out, Shannon took the cylinder into his own mouth, breathing the smoke that was escaping. Then he pulled Jared and held him close, until the other guy could inhale the smoke directly from his lips. The younger breathed out, and the misty curtain drained amongst them. He kissed Jared again, without drawing away this time. Jared climbed on the sofa and straddled Shannon, the cigar fell to the tiled floor. It wasn’t their first kiss.

Shannon opened his mouth, letting their tongues mingle. He lifted up the t-shirt from Jared’s back, his soft fingers brushed against his waist and messed up his hair when he finally took off the clothing. Jared placed one of his hands on his brother’s cheek, finding little bulges. They must be pimples, he thought. Shannon made them roll, changing positions. Now the younger could feel Shannon’s weight completely, with the thousand-pockets of his pants, the black shirt and his fleshy nicotine-flavored bottom lip. They got rid of the remaining clothes as the dying cigarette crumbled into ashes.

Jared’s body recognized the fingers going over him and started burning even with the cool air around him, swelling up with desire. The hot mouth wandered from his neck to his chest, a pair of hands spread his tights and followed their way up to his crotch. Jared imitated the act and now they were both growling and jacking off each other impatiently, just pausing when Shannon reached out for his backpack.

“Shan? Don’t tell me you are prepared.”

“Nope.”

“So…?”

“I was looking for this.” He took a little tube of what seemed to be some kind of gel.

“Is it lube?”

“Hand cream.” Shannon corrected. Jared was snickering.

“That’s so gay.”

“You’re in no position of telling me what’s gay or not, little brother.” The laughing died on his throat when Shannon inserted two fingers; Jared squirmed while trying to adjust one of the cushions behind his back. The smoothness of Shannon’s hands just moments ago, when the fingers played on his ribs, was explained now. But the unusual texture didn’t matter anymore, with his digits deep inside him. Jared could only think about how damn good his brother was at doing this. Shannon stopped and repositioned between his legs. The eldest back was perfect to entwine his legs.

While his brother fucked him on top of that fancy couch, Jared recognized it was so much better than his worn out bed, or Shannon’s always messy divan, where the springs of the furniture buried in his back every time they moved. Then he imagined a future when they had this clean, enormous house they could call home, without having to move away from one place to another with their mother, dragging the sparing luggage. Nobody could tell him not to dream on that. If some day things went right, they would be making love on their own leather couch, the fluffy rug or in any other part of the house built just for them.

At one point between Shannon’s suffocating body and the lukewarm material on his back, Jared lost the track of his thoughts. He couldn’t follow anything that wasn’t the movements of the body inside and over him. The flexion of his arms, his back, the teeth on his shoulder. He received willingly the overture of an unequivocal orgasm, with the echo of his own voice piercing his ears, returned by the walls in the spacious room. At the end he heard his partner’s muttering, diminished by the buzzing of the tireless machine. The eldest forehead warmed his chest; thereby he became aware of the fact the room was already cold and they lay still naked like those times when they were children who played in the sand.

Even though they had not been satisfied of their warmth, dressing again was necessary. They turned everything off and waited on the couch, curling up in each other’s legs until the room returned to its original state. Since none of the two had many words to say, the silence flowed around uninterrupted. Jared realized he loved it, and despite all the risks, he wouldn't mind repeating it all.

By eight o’clock in the morning, the sound of a car shook off the sleepiness that had started to grow, and with tiny steps they peered outside the window. The dog had gone out to receive its owners, circling them with joy. Meanwhile, the brothers were busy jumping again the metal wall as quietly as they could, aided by the greenery of the garden. They crept along the same path and returned to the damaged car as subtly as last night. The only thing that would betray their presence was the forgotten cigarette on the floor, which certain canine took care of by carrying it between its teeth to the garden.

[on-a-dark-night]

Chapter 14

It was hard.  Everything about my gut told me to leave and my feelings told me to stay, but I knew what I had decided was for the best.  Nothing was going to tell me it wasn't.  I was too stubborn to be changed.  I cared too much about Shannon and that's how I came to my decision.

The taxi dropped Vicki and I off at the airport to return to our destinations and quickly retrieved a new passenger and was off.   I stood there with my luggage as well as Vicki's and took a deep breath. "Are you alright, Shea?"  Vicki asked me in a calm voice. I stood there for a moment thinking everything over in my head to convince myself that what I was doing was the best thing.  Finally I nodded.  "Yeah.  Yeah, I'm fine." "See you soon, then?"  She smiled gently at me when I looked over at her and I couldn't help but smile a bit myself. "I hope." Vicki let out a sympathetic noise and hugged me tight. "Be careful, okay?" She told me.  I could only nod.  I couldn't promise anything. "You'll keep an eye on Shannon, won't you?  I don't want him doing anything stupid."  Stupid meaning coming after me.  Yeah, you guessed it...I was leaving.  I was a big distraction and nothing but disaster happened whenever I would appear.  I couldn't let that happen to them.  Especially Shannon.  I let go of her making sure not to make the embrace last long enough to change my mind.  "Bye."  I grabbed my things and left without a second glance back.  I had to look forward.  This was for the best and I hoped to everything happy that Shannon would understand. Past security, I went.  Quickly too.  I had to keep myself from thinking for too long before I would potentially change my mind. "Flight to 490 to Grand Rapids, Michigan is boarding Zones 3 through 4 at this time." I heard the intercom system announce. This was it.  There was no turning back and who knew what awaited me back where I had run away from. Sitting in my seat on the plane, I shut my eyes tight knowing this was my last moment of freedom.  It was a sacrifice I was willing to take and it was something that would keep everyone safe. -Shannon-

I could stand still.  Pacing was my comfort along with drumming my own beat with my thumbs on a railing.  Everyone was watching me.  Jared had never seen me like this before because I've never felt this way before about anyone.  He found it rather amusing which helped my nerves a tad.

"Shan, relax.  She's a just a regular human being, not a parole officer."  He chuckled.  He was sitting rather relaxed in that seat of his.  Emma was quiet which was unlike her, but she was watching me like a hawk with a grin on her face like she knew it would happen all along.  And Tomo?  Tomo was just as chill as could be.  His wife was arriving soon but he knew she loved him back.  They were married after all.  But he was probably the only other person that seemed to know how I felt just waiting.

"Oh my god...is that...?" I heard giggles from around the corner and I looked over and saw some fans.  There were quite a few of them flocked together.  "They look like they're waiting for someone, let's just leave them be.  No need to be a bother."

I quickly waved them over.  "You guys fans?"  I asked as I walked over to them.  I needed a quick distraction from my nerves so taking pictures with fans and signing some things and talking to them was sure to calm me down.  Boy were they grinning from ear to ear.  Shea's smile would be just as big when we would talk.

"That we are." The same girl who didn't want us bothered replied.  "We're part of the Echelon.  We didn't want to bother you if you were wanting your privacy so we won't be offended if you don't want us to be around or anything..."

"That's thoughtful.  Thanks, but we're just waiting for Vicki and Shea so we can talk for a bit if you want to.  You can even wait with us if you'd like to."

She was the last to grin.  "Really?  That'd be great!  Thank you!"

We all took pictures with each of the Echelon doing it Meet and Greet style while Emma took pictures with everyone's camera's.  Any thoughtful fan had a place with special privileges for them with us.

I was the last to say goodbye to the rest of them and turned to face the rest of the group to see Vicki coming toward us.  Alone.

"Did you leave Shea by the bathrooms or something?  Why didn't you wait for her?" I asked, chuckling nervously purely to make myself think the situation was lighter than my first thoughts were.  She has looked at me when I spoke, but once she processed the question I was asking she couldn't look at me.  "...Vic...where's Shea...?"

She bit her lip and looked down, sighing softly as if postponing what she was about to say.  "Shea is...she's not coming, Shannon." She played with the bottom of her shirt and it was obvious she felt bad about being the bearer of bad news.

"Where is she?" My teeth were clenched together to keep myself from falling apart around all of them.  I was in a stance where I was ready to pay any amount of money toward a plane ticket to find her again.

She shook her head and spoke quietly.  "She made me promise not to tell you."

My heart sank.  Everything in my body just sank and it was like everything went to my legs because I couldn't bring myself to move from that spot.  It was like everything suddenly froze and nothing but those words echoed and reverberated in my head like a bad headache.  The kind of headaches that makes you sick.

Knowing Shea, she would do something stupid convinced she was doing things for the better.  That's what worried me.

"I have to find her, Vicki.  And if you can't tell me then dammit tell Tomo or Jared and they'll tell me.  I just..." I took a deep breath and rubbed my face hoping tears weren't escaping.  "...please.  I need to know she's safe.  That's all I need."

She watched me with sympathetic eyes, swallowing back emotions as she did and nodded slightly.  "I can do that."

[missjukebox8bit]

Never forget

Martian Bootleg World of Tanks, Review by Russian Jukebox

Hello everybody my name is Isaac Stroganoff, and today on beautiful channel I review world of tank.

(the floofy youtuber puts world of tanks floppy disk into 90s computer)

You see here is good intro design, many tank on screen yes?

(a gremlin bursts into the room with a similar appearance to jukebox, except that their hair is bright orange and somehow even floofier)

It is I, orange hair man. Am here to teach you how to make real tank, and raise good strong tank that is strong and good.

No, you can not do this. Is my channel. Im teach how to play tank game, and give rating!

You cant even win artillery only challenge, or try not to cry during pvp rwby episode challenge. You have neither skill nor spine.

Um, rude?

Anyway, there is of course the start screen. Here we get to choose the map we want to play on. It greatly effects the difficulty. Now, we have mountains…

(preview of mountains map shows tanks tumbling down a mountain)

Very hard. Is not a good idea to raise tank on mountain.

We also have forests (shows tanks getting stuck in tightly wooded areas, while other tanks get through)

Still kind of difficult, not for beginner. But is less insane than mountains.

Next is Plains. Plains is medium. Not hazardous for tanks, but you still have to put in some efforts to make sure the tanks you have are raise properly.

(the preview of the plains map just shows tanks driving around shooting at random stuff like garbage cans and wells and clown cars that are scattered around the plains.)

And also Beach… (preview of the beach map shows tanks lounging on the sand under umbrellas with drinks while other tanks swim through the water like dolphins)

Beach is easy map, but not easiest. Easiest is Germany, where you play in Berlin. Is basically tank heaven, you cannot mess up there. I would show review but I do not want to be demonitized.

So we play on Beach.

Beach?? You play on Beach?? HA! At least be on Forests. Coward child. Baby. Tank of yours will die and you will cry, yes?

Am not going to cry over video game, orange hair man.

Yes you will, because I love tank and if you fail to take care of tank baby and it die I will personally whoop you until you are in many tears.

Hey, hey, lets keep the Isaac Stroganoff show without violence please. Now, lets begin.

(Isaac starts the beach map)

First things first, we ignore the crazy person and get to raising tank. Tank is very cute, yes? Feed it to make it get stronger. Teach tank to scavenge and later hunt for itself. For starters we take our little tank babies and tell them to find Scrap Metal here on beach. Aw, look at them go!! Such cute tank babies.

Now you can can let them feed in two different ways: sharing mode or survival of fittest mode. In one, you have to make sure that your little tank friends do not rough each other up and steal food. This is good if you want to raise them to be social and kind and only attack when attacked first or when they friends are attacked.

Or you can go survival of fittest mode. This is where you do not interfere with their food gathering, and let them settle it among themselves. This means that if two or more try to eat the same food, they will fight over it instead of splitting it. This is good if you want to raise them to be powerful and aggressive tanks, good for surviving in the real world.

I disagree. There are other methods to make tanks powerful, they just tank more time (lol) and skill to pull off correctly. And being aggressive is not as important as learning to work together, which is what separates a tank division from a bunch of wild armored vehicles.

See I said he was crazy. We are going to make the best tanks, so we are going to train them HARD. No lounging around, half social time, and lots of training and fighting over food! We are going to raise the absolute most strong tanks.

(the Orange Hair Man clenches his fists.)

You are not playing game the way I want you to play game. I kick ass many time. Turn off camera.

(screen goes black, and the outro plays)

(to be continued…?)

[mariipun]

Scene 3, Part 2 (/idk what to title this...)

Motivation: “A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder” Broadway Musical, created and written by Robert L. Freedman 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VtlcEvPDkfM 

Warnings: Slight horror/spooky themes incorporated; horror musical themed 

Word Count: 532

Brief Description: Formatted as a Broadway Musical script, our PROTAGONIST has found themselves within the haunted house of WALLY DARLING. 

Dedication: @kamigui [Haunted House AU created by Kamigui] 

Inspired by Kamigui’s Haunted House AU

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INT. HAUNTED HOUSE - NIGHT

[Scene slowly unfolds, black fading in and out as if pulsing. The darkness stretches into a black void until lights gently begin to fall on the PROTAGONIST. The sound of wood creaks with every uneasy inhale and exhalation made. The soft shuffling of WALLY’S footsteps can be heard from somewhere above.]

[Cue somber music as both characters begin to sing.]

 WALLY

[Pacing the library, conflicted in his resolution.]

You’re stuck in the basement… wondering where you are.

PROTAGONIST

[On their hands and knees, desperately looking for an exit.]

I’m frantically searching…. In the dark.

WALLY

[Stops his pacing as he stares at the library door. Pondering if he should check on you.]

You’re probably scared, and…. It’s all my fault.

PROTAGONIST

[Manages to find the stairs leading up from the basement. Pushing themselves up, they stagger before trying to quietly, but quickly, make their way up.]

How did I get here?

Was I lost?

I don’t remember…. Ha--!

[Finding the door, they quickly open it and stumble out into an outstretched hallway. A loud bang is heard off to the left, startling them and causing them to run right.]

WALLY

[The house groans, notifying him that the PROTAGONIST was on the run. He swiftly leaves the library, mumbling under his breath.]

Sorry, I can’t seem…to let you go.

As you happen to already know.

[The music begins to build, the PROTAGONIST running through the hall of mazes finally finds the front door ajar. They head straight toward it, but the door slams before they can reach it. WALLY comes from behind, only a few paces away. The PROTAGONIST turns in horror, backing up against the door until they were trapped there.]

[Music slows down as the two begin exchanges.]

 WALLY

Good evening dear, how are you?

What’s the rush? Leaving soon?

Why not stay just a little bit longer?

PROTAGONIST

I have to go…

WALLY

Is that so?

PROTAGONIST

I don’t belong here.

WALLY

Are you sure?

PROTAGONIST

Yes, now…. just, open the door.

WALLY

You know I can’t, so why even try?

Please, dear friend, step closer inside.

I promise you it’ll be worth your while.

PROTAGONIST

I highly doubt that.

WALLY

Huh.

[He pauses momentarily]

Well, why don’t I state my vindication?

PROTAGONIST

I politely decline your invitation.

WALLY

Come now, is that how you address a friend?

PROTAGONIST

More like a fiend!

WALLY

[Places a hand over his metaphorical heart, feigning hurt.]

Why, that hurts my self-esteem!

PROTAGONIST

Ha! You’re crazy if you think I’ll stay!

WALLY

I just can’t let you run away.  

PROTAGONIST

Enough with your games!

I’m done with your lies!

You can’t just do this and keep me inside!

WALLY

Darling, you must have hit your dome.

You cannot leave….

This. Is. Home.

[Music abruptly stops.]

[The room is silent, except for the PROTAGONIST’S shallow breathing. Quick flashes of black shadows and red eyes stare menacingly at the PROTAGONIST, causing the PROTAGONIST’S breath to hitch. WALLY begins to slowly move toward them, static beginning to ring in the PROTAGONIST’S ears, distorting WALLY’S voice as he extends a hand toward them.]

WALLY

Don’t you trust me?  

[Scene fades to black.]

[obviously-deranged]

Like this if you actually read my fanfiction.

Ready for the 0 notes.

[winterechelon]

My first attempt to write a fanfiction.. I'd love to have some feedback, positive or negative. ;) ;)

Part 1.

Let the drumroll begin.

I woke up only remembering last night I went to bed and only fell asleep after many restless hours.. My mind was rushing all over my memories again. I broke up with Josh. "This is the end. I never want to see you again.." that was the last thing I told him. But of course he kept calling me ever since I left his house, running. Josh had been my boyfriend for 3 years, but then he cheated on me with some girl he met at the pub. He said this was the first time, but I've found traces of lipstick and noticed a different, sweet perfume on his shirt before. I asked him about this, he said that this was just some accident that happened in the office. "Some girl passed out, and I lifted her onto a chair" he told me. I belived him. What else was I supposed to belive then? I thought of him as truthful and a honest man. Turned out he wasn't.

The second time was almost two months ago. I came home from a business trip on Saturday, although it was supposed to take the whole weekend. When I arrived home, I heard some noises from my house, found my keys quickly and opened the door. I almost bumped into a beautiful girl with a short red dress, standing next to Josh in the hallway. Almost immediately I dropped my suitcase on the floor. The girl backed up from Josh a little bit and then ran out the door with her sky-high heels klicking on the asphalt. Leaving Josh standing there, I rushed to our bedroom and closed the door but didn't lock it. I heard him knocking on the door as if he was asking for premission to come in. I yelled him to leave, he didn't, instead he came in and sat on the bed. I was just standing there, looking out of the window. I remember the feeling of my tears building up and eventually running down my cheecks. He told me to sit. I didn't. Then he told me that this wasn't what it looked like. I belived him, again.. Yesterday, I came home from work an hour earlier than usual, because my boss had to run to his brother's wedding. He was in a great mood and let me leave earlier too. When I opend the front door of our house, I heard a woman screaming in the bedroom, and then Josh roaring "Oh, you slut". Then a slapping noise. I rushed to the bedroom, the door was half open, and found Josh in bed with another woman. Slapping her ass hard again, he said "I can do anything to you. My girlfriend never lets me slap her ass" and then wild giggling from the girl. I opened the door, just to see how he was bangin another woman, in our bed. He saw me a second after I entered the room.

Turning his face to me he said "Let me explain sweetie pie".

He pulled out from the girl, who was obriously horrified. I punched him hard in the face. I turned to the closet and took my suitcase, which was packed for a trip I was supposed to go tomorrow, then left without a single word.

Closing "our" door, I stood on the porch, my back facing the door and threw the key on the lawn. I headed towards my car and heard the house door opening and Josh coming out. Wanting to prevent seeing him, I yelled "This is the end. I never want to see you again!" Okay, whatever, I don't want to think about it anymore, or I'll start crying again. He's a stupid fuck.. At least I didn't sell this place when I moved in his house, I thought. Looking around in my small apartment, which only had two rooms, I felt happy to be back at home. Unfortunately, I had sold almost all my stuff, exept my closet, bed and couch. There was also a huge mirror on my wall. I looked at myself, sitting in bed with messy hair and make up. Thinking I better start acting like a human being and go shopping, I crawled out of bed, wearing only my tiny red thong and a bra. I paddled into the bathroom to take a refreshing shover. After the shover I was all washed up and ready to go.

Shopping done. Sitting in my car, I had this weird feeling that I forgot something. Oh right, I forgot to buy drumsticks. I've been thinking of drumming my whole life, 24 years of thinking, but I never got a chance. First school, then college, now work. But what the hell, I gotta find time for myself too. Jumping out of the car and taking my purse, I ran back to the mall.

When the doors opened I shaked myself, it was raining outside. Quickly walking toward the music store, I saw a bunch of girls gathering in front of it. Maybe there's a new handsome shop assistant in the music store, I thought. Passing the girls, I stepped to the store. It was huge. There were instruments everywhere. I spotted the drum section. I went there and saw a man choosing drumsticks. He was wearing sunglasses and a big hoodie. His head and face were almost covered with his big hood, so I couldn't see anything precise, but he did look cute, that much I could tell. Turning his face to me, he smiled the cutest smile I have ever seen in my life.

"Newby huh?" he asked. His voice was low.

"Aw, haha, yeah, I've never bought drumsticks before in my life, nor have I played drums" I said with a bit embarassed voice.

"I can help, all you gotta do is ask" he grinned behind his hood.

What the hell, I felt like a schoolgirl all again and I don't even know why. "Can you help me please?" I asked awkwardly.

Smiling the biggest smile, he said "Well if you ask so nicely, How can anyone refuse!"

Walking me between the shelves and showing me different drumsticks, we finally found a pair of Vater ones, which he said were "bangin" and that he also used those. I grabbed my BlackBerry from my pocket to check what time it was. Seeing the number of missed calls, I froze at the spot. Remembering that I had to be in the airport two hours ago, I had no idea what to do.

"Are you okay?" he asked, looking at me curiously.

I turned my face away from my phone to look at him "Thank you so, so much for helping me, but I have to go" I mumbled quickly.

I left him standing there eith his mouth open, and ran to pay for my drumsticks. The casheer gave me my change and I felt something poking my back. I almost jumped to the feeling. Turning around and seeing him again, made me smile immediately.

"Where's the fire?" he asked. And all I could say was "I had a business.." and then I heard girls screaming "Shannon! Shannon, over here! Come here Shanimal!"

He took me by the elbow and dragged me between the shelves "What the hell?" I cried out. He was strong. We stopped, but I heard the voices getting louder and closer. He dragged me through the backdoor and then let go of my arm.

"What the hell was that about?" I threw at him.

"You don't recognize me do you?" he whispered, still listening carefully if there was any giggling and yelling by the girls.

"No, should I?" I'm confused now.

"Emm, but you do know I'm a drummer, right?"

"Yeah, I kinda figured it out while you were telling me which drumstick bounces better..."

The dude really is confusing me with all his questions. "I haven't said my name have I? I'm Shannon."

And then it hit me, his face was so familiar, but I couldn't take a closer look because he was hiding behind his sunglasses and hoodie. He was Shannon Leto, his brother was Jared Leto and they were in a band together. 30 Seconds to Mars was awsome, and the man standing in front of me was part of it... To be continued..

[rvndnll]

Crashed and Burned Ch. 19

          Feeling restless, I stood up.  Emma and Shannon’s eyes went directly to me, analyzing my every move.  I defiantly pulled the hood of my jacket over my head, slapped on my sunglasses and strode out of the room.  I didn’t necessarily know where I was going but the room was too crowded, too confining.

          I found myself at a gas station around the corner. Impulse of old habit made me buy a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.  I found a bench, lighting one up, and sat down.  The nicotine gave me an artificial sense of calm.

          “What the fuck are you doing?” I asked myself out loud staring at the lit cigarette in my hand and then around to make sure no one was around to hear me.  I took another drag but it only made me more dissatisfied with myself.  I threw the cigarette down in a pathetic attempt of being angry.  I sat staring at the smoking butt for a while.  Reagan would be so disappointed if she saw this, I thought.   I was exhausted but I didn’t want to sleep.  I just wanted her to be okay.  I still wanted the chance to show her how special she was.  I still wanted the chance to show that to Shannon too. He needed to see how smart and funny she was, how caring and giving she was, how she couldn’t hurt a fly if her life depended on it.  I needed more time with her.

          My phone buzzing in my pocket drew me back to the damp night air around me.  A light breeze was rustling the leaves of the nearby trees and for a moment, I regained my calm.  I pulled it out of my pocket: The name on the display of my phone said Emma and the time was 2AM. How long had I been gone?  I took another deep breath and hit the accept button.

          “Hi Emma.”

          “Hey Jared.  I’m just checking in…” Her pause was deafening.  It screamed Where the hell have you been?! Then she continued, “The doctor just came in and said that Reagan is regaining consciousness.  I figured you’d want to be here when they let us in to see her,” she said quietly.

          “Yes, Emma.  Thank you. I’ll be right there,” I replied.

          “Oh and Jared…” she said, keeping me from quickly hitting the end button and rushing back.  I waited.  “Shannon really feels horribly.  I know you’re really upset with him and I’m not excusing what he’s done but know that he feels lower than low.”

          “Is that all?” I asked quietly but sternly.  I wasn’t going to let him off that easy: he was going to have to make it up to Reagan, no matter how long it took. 

          “No.  Tomo and Vicki are back from their vacation.  They called me when they didn’t find either of you at your house and didn’t answer your phones.  I told them what happened.  I figured you wouldn’t mind, but he was unsure if you wanted them to come to the hospital or if it was better that they didn’t.”

          “Um…they can come if they want to,” I said flatly.

          “Okay, that’s all.  I’ll see you when you get back,” she said with a slight sense of accomplishment.

          “Thank you, Emma.  Bye,” I replied, hitting the red button and standing to go back into that cold hospital and wait.

[missjukebox8bit]

Yuri Gagarin harasses a truck driver and talks about politics with Penny Polendina

Yuri landed on the firm Russian soil in a rural town next to a gas station. Well, not that firm, but firm enough. At least, that is what the 4th panzer Corp thought while they rolled through the area, but that is neither here nor there. "Vodka, nyet kaliningrad luftpanzer kozorvorisc niemcy?" She asked the gas station person politely.

Roughly translated the gas station persons response was "No we do not have plutonium fuel, thats not actually a planet therefore it cannot produce fuel!"

Yuri moped excessively until the gas station person handed her a small lump of uranium. "Look, you can have this okay? Maybe you can turn it into plutonium."

Yuri handed it back and shook her head. "I apologize for wasting your time comrade, please have a nice day in our glorious soviet union."

"Our wha-"

"Penny are you a communist or a filthy cappie?" Yuri asked her robot friend, surprised that she never asked this before.

Penny put two fingers together. "I dont know... I am not really into human politics... Personally I think that the best solution would be a society run by robotics like in New Polendine Mesopotamia. It brought peace and prosperity to an otherwise chaotic and violent region."

Yuri Gagarin rolled her eyes. "That is just a mechanically led puppet state overseen and funded by the United States of America."

"Yes but us Polendinas cannot be corrupted by greed or power lust and we always make calculated and empathetic decisions according to our makers... So..."

"Robots supercede the working class Penny, so a nation run by them is anti-worker by default!"

Penny shrugged, a bit nervous about the conversation and to change the subject she pointed at a Republic of Amazon truck and exclaimed "Hey look Yuri! I did not know they had amazons in Russia!"

Yuri frowned and popped up next to the truck man as he applied gas to his truck. "Hello anti-comrade, what are you shipping through my beautiful motherland?" She asked in Russian.

The truck man looked at her, puzzled. His eyes were bagged, his shoulders sagged, his skin was pale and his limbs seemed frail. The man was in bad shape, but that was to be expected of Amazon workers.

"Ma'am... No hablo Español.." He mumbled and continued with the gassing of his truck.

"What are you shipping in this truck for the foul corporation of the Republic of Amazon?" She asked again, in English. There was a slight threatening tone in her voice.

The man blinked. "Bread, ma'am."

Yuri narrowed her eyes. "Right. Give me your keys."

"Are your robbing me?"

"No. I have authority granted to me by the USSR to search any capitalist vehicle."

"My truck does not have a political idealogy ma'am..."

Yuri powered on her rocket and raised her fist. "Silence. Give me your keys in the name of the Soviet Union."

The man sighed. "The soviet union is dead ma'am."

Yuri was about to strike him, but Penny suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her back.

Penny moved in front of her. "Sir, I apologize for my friend. She is in much grief about the fall of the USSR."

The trucker put the gas nozzle up. "It's alright babe. I best be going now."

"BABE?!" Yuri Gagarin flared up. Literally. "You FOOL! This Penny belongs to ME!"

Startled, the trucker scampered back. "Wait! Fine, take the keys, I'm sorry!"

Yuri nodded and took them, and used the keys to unlock the back door. "Aha!"

"Oh... Oh my... Um" Yuri didnt know what to say about what she saw. "Where are you taking them?"

"C-China..." The trucker stammered.

Inside the truck were what appeared to be twenty humans wearing the yellow and white Amazon Prime uniforms, except they were lacking mouths and their heads had two colorful blue and pink horns or antenna (Yuri wasnt sure which) that were aerodynamic looking like the tail fins on the back of a plane. They curved up and swooped back. The strangest thing about them however was how they all looked pretty much the same. They all had pale skin and black hair, and the males among them were all tall and muscular. While the women were all small and slim and sleek. Every one of them had striking blue eyes that gleamed in the dark. One male was making hand motions but immediately stopped as Yuri Gagarin opened the door.

"Who... Or what... Are these people?" Yuri Gagarin asked. "How could you ship people packed in like this! Like property!"

"I honestly don't know ma'am please... I am just the driver... Amazon has my son in mandatory daycare and I had to take this job to save up for the fee to see him on weekends..."

"they have him in what?"

Penny explained because the trucker was clearly scared. "When Amazon employees complain about not having the time or money to properly care for their children, the Republic of Amazon files a statuate of neglect against them and takes their child into corporate custody. The parents can still visit their child, but it costs them a fee and the price is measured by the minute spent with them. Sometimes with a government permit the parents can get their child back, but only if they make a lawsuit about it and that is even more expensive."

The trucker started crying. "I miss my boy! Please, I know this transport is wrong but it pays well and I am saving everything to see him again! I havent eaten in three days!"

Yuri Gagarin sighed. "Typical abuse of the working class... We are clearly living in the worst timeline. So what are these people? Aliens?"

"I honestly have no idea..!" The man stammered, continuing to cry.

Penny shook her head. "They seem to have mostly human DNA. I would say they are genetically modified human beings made for servitude."

"Why don't they have mouths? How do they eat? What are those things on their heads?"

"I do not know the answers to the last two questions, Yuri my friend. But their lack of mouths is likely intended to keep in accordance with international law on the property rights on genetically modified life forms. If a creature is intelligent enough to speak like a human, it cannot be made into property. This does not apply to robots like me, because I am not a biological lifeform..." Penny added sadly. While she enjoyed her friendship with Yuri, she could not shake the fact that in her mind she was in servitude to her.

"That is rather disturbing, since they are probably just as sentient as you or me or this malnourished worker here." Yuri Gagarin said, and got up into the truck. "Hello comrades, my name is Yuri Gagarin. I believe that your time as chattel is over. Come with me, and we shall run down any who seek to oppress and exploit you. First we must make it to our secret communist headquarters, alright?"

They seemed scared by this, and backed away the best they could with how crowded it was in there. Amazon officials assigned to train these people were sure to really into the idea that any opportunity to escape was just a test, and that failing the test would result in horrible punishment. So they believed that Yuri Gagarin was just another setup to catch disloyals among them.

"Come on, let's go!" Yuri Gagarin insisted. "It is not often that I am optimistic about anything, but I am optimistic about saving you."

They did not budge.

"They are not the brightest beings in the bulb, are they Penny?"

"I think they are just scared Yuri my friend. But they are already in a big truck, why don't we just drive them there?"

"The truck could have a tracking beacon Penny."

Penny doubted that possibility. "You could be right, but my sensors do not detect one. Perhaps I could try to communicate to them that they are safe now?"

"Go ahead, but I don't know how you could do so better than me..." Yuri Gagarin moped.

Penny made a bunch of ASL hand signals to them, reassuring the people that they were safe and free to go now. She added that she was an EA-built robot unaffiliated with the corporate empire of Amazon, and so they had no reason to be afraid of her. For the most part they seemed unconvinced, because they were never taught sign language as that counted as a form of speech. The hand signals they made to each other was a simple code they made themselves, which was punishable whenever they were caught doing it.

Yuri Gagarins brief optimism about the situation seeped away. "Why does everything have go be so complicated and hard! Oh, woe is us!"

She grabbed Penny and held her for comfort. "Oh, my dear Penny! Do you see now the sins of capitalism?"

"To be fair Yuri my friend, many capitalist nations have placed an embargo on the Republic of Amazon for their treatment of their workers. And some other major companies refuse to do business with them. These genetically modified humans were on their way to a communist country anyway... So it is not merely capitalism at fault, but a few corrupt individuals who have a lot of power, and that is a recurring theme in every system. And I mean no disrepect to you by saying that!"

Yuri Gagarin held Pennys shoulders and looked at her eye to eye. She smiled. "You remind me of Freedom Sayori sometimes."

Penny frowned. "Sorry..."

"No no, I meant that as a compliment! I may dislike her beliefs, but I have... A strange respect for Sayori as a person. She is naive, but she is no hypocrite and practices the freedom and kindness she preaches."

Penny giggled. "Hehehe.. I think you like her Yuri!"

"What? No! Never!"

"We should get these people to safety now Yuri. The driver too. Even if there is a tracker, what can Amazon do against a Polendina and a Rocket Girl?"

Penny's sweet and determined smile brought some optimism back into Yuri. "You are right. I am prepared to fight for what I believe is right. Let us go, Penny, and bring some small justice to the world! Even if it is neglible in the larger picture!"

"That is the spirit Yuri!...I think..."

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Burning Eyes #4

Sorry, that it took so long for a new part. It took longer than I had expected, sorry.

I was feeling so shitty and I still am, so I'm sorry if this part is... Terrible.

Here you go.

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Part four.

  Almost three weeks had passed since I had got beaten and ended up in Jared Leto’s house. It was now the middle of December. I was glad that his house was in California.

  I was pretty much okay at that moment, but there still was a little blue spot on my left leg. Though I didn’t feel it at all. It was good, because I was now able to walk on my own, without using the crutches that Jared’s assistant, Emma, had brought me. Me and Emma were already getting along very well. We were actually very similar. She loved shopping, I loved shopping. We were both blondes too.

  She was also very intelligent, knowing what she wants, easy to talk to, humorous. I immediately got it why Jared had chosen her as his assistant. She was good with paperwork, videos and all.

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  I was packing my stuff that Jared and Shannon had brought from my apartment. I was now living in Jared’s house, guest room. There was a little closet at the side of the room and I got to put my stuff there.

  The reason why I was packing was that Jared, Shannon and Tomo had offered to take me with them while they tour. But I had to offer something from myself so I suggested that I could help them with some things.

  When Jared asked if there is any problems with work or something... He was quite surprised over the fact that I was fired a bit more than a month ago. He also offered me some money, but I refused because I still had some of the money that my mom had left me.

  I put my brand new Apple MacBook that Jared had bought me, into a little case for that computer. He and Shannon had done so much for me. Shannon had bought me an iPhone and an azure blue cover for it. Azure was my favorite color. He knew it because he had asked me and I answered in confusion.

I told them that they don’t have to buy me anything. That I can manage with the stuff I already have. Well, of course they didn’t listen.

  “Hey, have you seen my-” I said, rushing into Jared’s room but stopped talking right away. “…diary.” I finished the sentence. Jared was there, sitting on his bed – not shirtless - and reading my journal. I, quite angrily, walked towards him and reached my hand for the diary, but Jared didn’t let me and pulled it closer to him. “Wait, let me read,” he said adorably, his eyes concentrated on my diary. “Jared.” I said, quite pissed off by now. “Give. Me. My. Diary.”

  He smirked and then tapped the bed, like he wants me to sit down. However, I was just standing there angrily, staring at him. “Sit.” he said, obviously thinking that I hadn’t understood what he meant. “Come on, sit down, Elena.” he said and smiled. I sighed and sat on his bed. “How much have you read?” “I’m at the day you threw stuff at your boss and got fired.” he said and tried to remain serious. He really seemed like he’s going to burst into laughter in a moment.

  “It’s not funny,” I said, “he was flirting with me.” Jared laughed. “Yeah, I got that,” he said and tapped the diary with his finger. Then very smoothly, the same finger turned the page and he started reading. I knew what page it was and I blushed shyly. I watched his lip corners lower as he read.

  When he finished reading, he seemed shocked. He looked at me and said one word. “Suicide?”

I nodded. “Life was shit and there’s nothing I could’ve done about it.” I said and I felt my eyes filling with tears. “You, the most amazing person in the whole fucking fucked up world, wanted to commit suicide?” he asked and there was nothing else to do but nod. One tear was now streaming down my face and I closed my eyes. “Aw, come here,” he said and pulled me into a big sweet hug. I wrapped my hands around him and cried. Just cried. “Easy. Let it out, let it out,” he whispered softly. He stroked my head caressingly and gave me a slight brotherly kiss on my cheek.

  “You know, I intended to do it on the day you guys found me,” I said, when I had calmed down a bit. “When you got…?” he said and was looking me seriously. I was pretty much sitting on his lap, without knowing if he’s uncomfortable or not. He didn’t show any signs of being uncomfortable.

I gave him a nod and stared at his eyes. “You know what saved me?” I asked. He made a little move with his head, telling me to go on. “My mom and you.” When he looked at me with a bit confused look, I said “Your family,” because I did mean Constance, Jared, and Shannon by the people who had helped me stay alive. And my own mom, my flesh and blood.

  He was smiling. “Yeah, and how did I help you?” he asked. I pushed my head against his chest and listened to his calm heartbeats. They fastened up as I started talking. “You helped me by being who you are. I remembered the life we had before I grew up and it got me thinking. Life was wonderful back then. When I was with you, Constance and Shannon. It was more than wonderful actually.” I said and a little tear was falling down from my eyes. He felt the tear fall on his shirt and pulled me back a bit and kissed my forehead. “You’re okay now. We’re all back together.” he said. I smiled and lay on his chest again.

  It was amazingly easy to talk to him. He understands me in the way the others don’t. I listened to his heartbeats which were calm and happy; his hands were wrapped around me and he was breathing slowly. I wish I could’ve known what he was thinking at that moment. I peeked up at his face and he was calm, with a slight smile on his face. After a minute I moved away from him.

  “Thank you,” I whispered and gave him a kiss on a cheek. His face lighted up “For what?” I sighed. “For everything. For being here for me” a little smile peeked up my lips. “Always.” he said and gave me a little kiss back, on my forehead. I lay on his chest again and I’m pretty sure we sat there like that at least 15 minutes. Well, then we were interrupted.

  “Whew, what’s going on here?” Shannon entered the room, a big grin on his face. “Oh shut up,” Jared said and I felt how he pressed me even more against him. I smiled slightly. I was really exhausted. Perhaps because of those tears I cried out. I closed my eyes and concentrated on Jared’s heartbeats. I exhaled.

  “You two together now?” Shannon said. I startled and opened my eyes. I felt one of Jared’s hands disappear from my back. I pushed myself away from Jared and looked at Shannon in confusion. How could he say that? Well, not that I wouldn’t want it to be true, but Jared?

  “Whaaat?” he said while looking at me, then Jared. “I suggest you to get out of my room before I-” “Fine, fine! Jeez!” he gestured something with his hands and walked out from the room, closing the door. I stared at the entrance for a while and then turned towards Jared. The expression on his face kind of scared me. He seemed completely angry, out of himself. Also flushed. “Jared?” I said and put my hand on his shoulder. “How dares he,” he said quietly, trying to calm down. “How dares he to come into my room and say such stupid things like that?” Ouch. It shouldn’t have hurt me that much.

  As much as I tried to hide the glimpse of pain, and it helped. He did flash me a curious look, but that was only for a moment. “You okay now?” he asked quietly. I grabbed the diary next to him and nodded. “Gonna go finish my packing,” I said and waved at him. He flashed me a slight smile before I entered his room and tried to answer with the same. Somewhat I succeeded.

  I walked back to the guest room, trying to hold the tears in me. I didn’t know why Jared’s words had affected me that much. Why did Shannon have to enter? God, he knows how to ruin things.

While being stuck with my own thoughts, trying to hold the tears back before making into my room, I bumped into Shannon.

  “Whoa, easy there,” he said and put his hands on my shoulders. I quickly tried to get pass him, but he didn’t let me. “Uh, sorry about that… earlier,” he said and I feel his hazel eyes gaze over my face. “Can you let me pass, please?” I said, looking at my feet. “No, I can’t. I want to apologize,” he said, and his hand raised my head. As much as I tried to avoid looking into his hazel eyes, but I couldn’t help but notice the guilt covering his face. I parted my mouth slightly, like I wanted to say something, but nothing came into my mind.

  “Look, it’s just that the past few weeks I’ve seen you glancing at Jared and I have noticed Jared looking at you differently from the other girls he’s been close with.” I shook my head in disbelieving, knowing where he’s heading with his talk. “I know what you want to say with this, but Jared is like a brother to me, nothing else. Same thing with you,” I lied and kicked his hand off me and rushed past him, but I was forced to turn back because Shannon grabbed my arm. “He’s my brother and I know everything about him,” he said and looked seriously into my eyes. I sighed. “Whatever. This time you’re wrong.” I said and tried to get away from his grip. “I have known you for years and honestly, I have had times where I was jealous of the relationship you and Jared share. I remember how you looked at him 10 years ago, like he was your favorite brother, real brother,” he sighed and I stared at him, raising a brow. “But now, that look in your eyes has changed and I know that look,” he said. I stood there, watching him, wondering if I should tell him the truth. He noticed me battling with my thoughts and sighed again. “Look, I already know the truth. I know you like him in another way you used to.” he said. “But please admit it. It will torture you if you won’t.”

  I thought about telling him for a second. He already knew what was going on, but it was I, I wasn’t ready to admit it. I, in no way was ready to tell Shannon… or anyone that I may have feelings for Jared. I knew I have feelings for him; he was taking over my mind, my dreams… Sooner or later I will be almost like his… servant. Mentally of course.

  I sighed and slipped my hand trough my hair. “You know the truth,” I said quietly and closed my eyes. “Please don’t tell anyone,” I said as I turned around and started walking towards my door. “I won’t,” I heard him say and turned my head towards him. His hazel eyes were impossible for me to read at that moment. It seemed to be a mixture of grief and happiness. I somehow grinned and stepped into my room, locking the door. I shattered on the floor and buried my head in my hands.

  What if Jared had noticed the way I look at him...? Shannon had said that Jared has been looking at me differently. I hadn’t noticed. My head still read it the same way – brotherly love, nothing more. But… was Shannon right?

  “I can’t believe it,” I muttered. “I can’t believe I told Shannon I have feelings-” I stop and think about the sentence I was about to say. Conversation with myself, and I still mess things up.

“I can’t believe Shannon knows the truth,” I said. That seemed to be a better said sentence.

  Pretty sure I was sitting there, crashed on the floor, head buried in my hands for a quite long time. My mind had wondered off different places – I was thinking about the Leto’s again, Emma, the tour I was going on, and what was actually going on between me and Jared.

  There was a slight knock on the door and I heard someone cough slightly. “El, it’s me, open up,” Jared said. I raised my head, hearing his voice… I didn’t know if I wanted to talk to him right now, or not. I sighed. “What is it?” I asked, trying to sound as strong as possible. “Nothing, just want to talk to you,” he said. I swallowed, stood up, took a look in the mirror. Realizing I was looking absolutely exhausted, I sighed and ran my hand trough my hair; at the same time I was unlocking the door with my other.

  “Hey,” he said and parted his mouth for a second, looking at my face. He sighed and walked into my room. “You look so tired,” he said as I closed the door. I rolled my eyes at him and he sat down on my bed, I sat next to him. “I know, I was thinking about some abnormal stuff,” I muttered, looking down at my hands. “For two hours?” he asked and I could sense that he was a little surprised. My eyes wondered to his face and looked at him, shocked. “Two hours?” I whispered and turned my head down at my hands again. “Holy shit, where did all the time go…?” Jared eyed me curiously. “What?” he said clearly and I smiled at him. “Nothing, just… I didn’t notice the time going this fast.” Jared gave me a smile back “What were you thinking about, if I may ask?”

I sighed. “About the tour.” I only said. The other stuff that I was thinking about was too… personal or strange to tell. “Preparing emotionally?” he said and I nod. Yes, preparing emotionally. For tour. For the feelings inside of me and what might come out of them. For everything that might hit me.

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