#meet the robinsons fanfiction

[elioli-art]

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[emmabirb8]

Operation: Joy to the World

A Meet the Robinsons fanfiction by CreativeSoul27 (my FF.net and Ao3 username 😊)

{Summary: Franny's stressed the night before the most important concert of her music career, so Neil devises a plan to cheer his wife up (with Wilbur's help, of course).}

As with my previous MTR fics, this fic is based on a few sketches done by the AMAZING artists who share the blog @elioli-art. I received permission from them to post this fic and to use a small section of their work as the cover art. Thanks so much again, you guys are the best!! 💖💖💖

The art I referenced/used for this fic can be found on the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th images in this particular elioli art dump!!

Fanfiction.net link! / AO3 link!

Previous Stories:

Could Have Lost Everything [FF.net / Ao3]

What the Future Will Hold [FF.net / Ao3]

Dark Day at the Robinson House [FF.net / Ao3]

Please feel free to let me know what you think and/or leave a review! 😃

[mother-of-frogs]

So I was rewatching Nimona for the millionth time earlier today and I couldn’t help but notice that little Gloreth looks exactly @theguyifuckmorethanonce’s OC Eleanor Louise “Ellie” Robinson would look like as a little girl and she’s literally exactly how I imagined her (Cornelius’ blond hair, blue eyes and overbite + Franny’s round face, big eyes and freckles)

[zipzapzopzoop]

The Prodigal Son

Fritz is the only one left. He knows it's time to go. He asks to say goodbye to his son one last time.

(Warning - this ficlet is a bit dark. Read at your own risk)

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Soundtrack recommended for best experience: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kLfkhY3IxpU

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He’d been expecting this day to come for quite some time now… but that didn’t make it any easier.

There was nothing easy about watching the broken husk of your child standing before you.

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Their group had been dwindling for a while. His son and daughter had been taken by those parasitic hats months ago. Months? Years? He couldn't remember. The sky was so overcome with smoke and pollution, there was no telling the day from the night.

Fritz had gone out alone for supplies and had returned to the destroyed remains of what was left of the once lively Robinson house. It had been converted to a fallout shelter at the beginning of the end of the world. 

But now, that little light had been snuffed out by the hats. That’s all those hats do. 

Take.

They take and take and never give anything back. They took the city, they took the people, they took the world, and they took every living thing in it. 

And yet they wanted more.

Moments ago, Fritz had stepped into the dark space, quietly calling out to the others. No answer came. They were gone. Enslaved. More mindless workers for the parasites that ran the world straight to hell.

Fritz looked around, suddenly noticing the figure waiting in the darkness for him. Watching him, even if he wasn’t exactly seeing him. Fritz was too far into the room to make a break for it. Even if he did… did it matter? Now that the others are gone…

Fritz was the only one left.

“I…” His voice wavered. ��...I see you.”

With a low hum, the signature red light of a helping hat lit up in the darkness. The figure began to move closer, the sound of shoes not clacking, but dragging on the ground as he approached. One more of those hats hovered broodingly next to him, following closely. Fritz knew it would be for him.

When the figure got close enough, Fritz felt his eyes well with tears.

It was his son.

Laszlo stood before him, slack-jawed and braindead, filthy from the dirt and pollution and muck that covered every square inch of this damn city. He smelled heavily of smoke from the ever burning furnaces he had to help run. It was either those or the coal mines. 

Though the hat already covered his eyes, his dirty red hair hung down across parts of his face. His skin was a sickly pale color, and he was dangerously malnourished and weak. His father didn’t need to see his face to see he was completely exhausted. Just another slave to those cold, metallic parasites.

It broke Fritz’s heart.

Every few seconds, Laszlo would twitch slightly - even if just a head tilt or one of his fingers twitching. The man knew it was his son trying to fight back. He was still in there, he knew. 

Even if there was little he could do, he was aware of what was happening. He knew his dad was in danger, and he was using the little strength he had left to fight.

Laszlo wheezed slightly. Fritz blinked. He was trying to speak. The artist wasn’t able to form coherent words, only small sounds. But it didn’t matter... Fritz understood what he was trying to say. 

“Mmn srr-”

“It’s okay,” He hid the despair in his voice for the young man’s sake. He had to be strong for him.

“It’s okay. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

Fritz pulled the backpack off his back and set it on the ground. Moving slowly, he kneeled down to dig around for a bottle of water and a rag. The lone hat began to move towards him and - despite nearly jumping out of his skin - Fritz put up a quick hand. 

“Please. I know you’re going to take me.. and… I’m not going to stop you. But if this is the last moment I get to share with my son, at least let me say goodbye.”

Some beeps and whirs came from the hat. There was no telling what it said, but it stayed put. It seemed she allowed it.

He uncapped the bottle of clean water and carefully held it up for the artist to drink. Even through the hat’s control, he could tell it was very appreciated. After that, he took what was left of the water and wet the rag. Reaching up, he gently cleaned the dirt from his son’s face, moving his hair to the side so it was out of the way. For a moment, just a moment, it felt just like when his son was little, and Fritz used to clean dried paint off his face.

“There you are. I missed you,” Fritz smiled sadly. “Every day. Every single day.”

Fritz wanted so desperately to ask about Tallulah. To make sure she was okay. But he knew he couldn’t. Laszlo could barely move, let alone speak. He just wanted his children to be okay.

…But it was too late for that now.

Knowing it was time to go, Fritz reached forward and pulled his son into one last hug. 

Laszlo began to wheeze again. “Ah- l… lv..”

“Shh… I love you too.”

Fritz held him tight, wishing he could take it all away. All the pain, all the hurt, all the fear… all of it.

Gently, Laszlo managed to get enough control to rest his chin on his dad’s shoulder. Fritz felt himself begin to cry that time. He couldn’t stop it, and he didn’t care. He rocked them both slightly, relishing in these final moments.

He couldn’t see the tears pouring down his son’s face, either. He couldn’t see the way his son’s face was contorted in grief for his father. For his sister. For his family. For the world.

“Okay. Go ahead.” Fritz spoke to the machine.

A couple beeps sounded in response and the hat settled itself atop the man’s head, covering his eyes.

He felt the soft fabric of the hat on his head.

He felt his son’s heart beating against his own.

And then he felt nothing at all.

Yes, the prodigal son had returned. There were no parties or celebrations. Just a final moment between a father and son. No banquets or feasts, only a small drink of water. There was no festival, only a warm embrace.

Laszlo wouldn’t have traded it for anything.

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[19spicykitty93]

Every day I think about this exchange that I wrote:

*Wilbur ripping a comb through his ungelled hair*

Carl: If you brush it anymore, you're going to look like Albert Einstein."

Wilbur: Ha. Ha. Ha. What do you know? You don't even have hair.

Carl: No, but I do know you look ridiculous. Why are you even messing with your hair?

Wilbur: Because I'm grounded and can't do anything else. And like you said, I'm starting to look like my dad.

Carl: You say that like you thought you didn't look like him. I mean, you have the same ears, same eye shape, same smile. Clearly the same hair. Here, try this.

Wilbur: Extra strength hair gel?

Carl: Hey, you said you wanted to look like James Dean, not me.

Wilbur: Is that a bad thing? He was a very handsome man. *pulls a huge glob of hair gel through his hair* Well?

Carl: You look like an elephant just blew its nose in your hair.

Wilbur: Back to the drawing board.

Carl: Oh, yeah. Nothing like your dad at all.

[toon-tales]

Hiya, guys! I'm back with another Meet The Robinsons fic because i don't see enough of those

Based on a few things:

That desperate "I am your friend"

And that "I never thought my dad...will be my best friend"

I tried to make this as in-character and sad as i could

That was long, sorry guys. Enjoy!

Lost connection

"You never learn, do you?" Franny said teasingly as she sat next to her son

"I was just trying to help..." Wilbur muttered, his voice filled with frustration

"He's just worried about you."

"More like worried about his precious inventions" Wilbur interrupted, his tone bitter. "All he cares about are his gadgets. He never shows any love towards me."

Franny sighed, her gaze softening as she placed a comforting hand on Wilbur's shoulder. "Oh, sweetheart, that isn't true," she replied gently. "Your father has a difficult time expressing his emotions, but that doesn't mean-" 

"I see the way he hugs you when he's back from a business trip…" Wilbur's voice trailed off as he struggled to find the right words,"He hugs me too..but there's always this distance."

Franny took a deep breath, gently reaching out to rub Wilbur's back. "Wilbur, your father loves you. He might not always show it the way you want him to, but deep down, he's always worried about you."

Wilbur slumped his shoulders and looked at the floor. "But why does he spend so much time on his inventions? It feels like he cares more about them than he does about me," he said, his voice barely above a whisper

The elder took a moment to gather her thoughts. She felt it too. The way Cornelius is always in his lab, inventing and brainstorming, becoming more distant everyday, especially from their son. "Your dad is a dreamer, Wilbur. He believes in creating a better future, not just for himself, but for everyone. His inventions are his way of making that happen."

"But what about the present?" Wilbur asked with a hint of sadness in his voice. "What about spending time with me right now?"

"He might not always show it, but he loves you. He believes that by creating this amazing future, he's giving you the best possible life."

Wilbur's eyes welled up with tears, "But I just want him to be here, in the present, with me."

Just as he muttered those words, his mom wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace. She could feel his tears staining her dress, the way he tried to silence his sniffles and sobs, trying to be the man they always told him he was, but she didn't say anything, silently urging him to continue.

"Sometimes I wish he was still Lewis…" he sighed, "It's just... I miss the way things were during our adventure. I miss when he was my friend. Back then, it felt like we could do anything together. He was so curious, always inventing and exploring, just like me. But now, he's this super important person, the great inventor Cornelius Robinson."

His mother listened attentively, her heart aching for her son's longing. She gently placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, encouraging him to let it out.

"I know he loves me and all, but it feels like he's always busy now with all his inventions. And sometimes, I just wish we could go back to that adventure and be best buds," Wilbur admitted, a sense of disappointment evident in his voice.

Franny's expression softened as she understood the true depth of her son's words. She knew that although Lewis had become a great inventor, it was natural for Wilbur to long for the simplicity of their early days together.

"I understand, sweetheart," she replied, her tone filled with empathy. "Change can be tough, especially when it feels like someone we love is drifting away. But your dad's adventures and inventions aren't just about saving the future. They're also a way for him to create a better world for all of us, including you."

Wilbur looked up at Franny, his eyes reflecting a mixture of admiration and confusion. "But sometimes it feels like I'm not important to him anymore. Like he'd rather be off on another meeting than spending time with me."

"Honey, your dad loves you more than anything. But just like he was once Lewis, he's now Cornelius," she paused, letting her words sink in, "And being Cornelius means he has responsibilities and missions to fulfill. It's a big part of who he is."

Wilbur's brows furrowed. "So, I'm just supposed to accept that things have changed and that I can't have those carefree days with him anymore?"

His mother shook her head, leaning in closer. "No, that's not what I'm saying. I'm saying that you should talk to him."

"But what if he doesn't understand? What if he thinks I'm being selfish?"

"Your dad loves you, Wilbur," she said softly, "He wants to make you happy."

Wilbur took a moment to process his mother's words. She was right. He didn't really try to talk to him, did he? With a deep breath, he nodded, "I'll give it a try tomorrow"

"That's my boy," Franny beamed at him, "Now, go to sleep, it's already late."

Franny kissed his forehead, proud that he talked to her. She knew it was hard for him to let out his feelings like this, afraid of sounding selfish or dramatic, but today he took a big step, and she was proud of him.

Franny walked out the room, with one final glance at her son. As she closed the door, she caught a glimpse of blond hair rushing out of sight, and smiled, knowing she wouldn't have to step in. She went to her room, not muttering a word from the previous conversation, eager to see what happens next.

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"Five more minutes.." Wilbur mumbled to the person shaking him awake. He groggily opened his eyes to find his dad, a soft smile on his face

"Morning, son," Cornelius said cheerfully.

Startled, Wilbur bolted upright, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His dad? In his room? After what he did yesterday? He was so dead.

"Morning, dad," Wilbur stammered, his heart pounding in his chest, "Am i in trouble?" 

Cornelius chuckled, ruffling his son's messy hair. "No, nothing of that. In fact, I decided to take a break today," he said, "How about we go to the beach?"

Wilbur's eyes widened, his confusion fading into sheer joy, "Really?!"

"Just you and me," Cornelius' smile widened, "Now get ready, we're leaving in an hour."

"I'll be there in a minute!"

"Okay then."

And with that, Cornelius closed the door behind him and waited for his son downstairs, knowing this is one decision he will never regret.

[19spicykitty93]

Oh, this is so GOOD so far 😭

I am a SUCKER for a good psychological thriller, so reading a MTR fanfic with those elements has me HOOKED.

This story is so good! I love it so far 🩷

[pjunicornart]

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Guess what? I finished the Lazy Wilro fic!

All of the information is in the notes portion of the page, so be sure to read that! Other than that, enjoy the story, and I'm gonna go refresh myself on the story I gotta write next, lol.

As always, if you need something explained, my ask box is open!

[webtrinsic1122]

I’m so close to writing Meet the Robinsons fanfics y’all don’t even know. But like also if y’all have any good Franny/Corneilius fics please send them my way I’m desperate.

(If y’all don’t know I adore that movie so much I had my graduation cap decorated for that movie lol)

[waddlesworth]

Decided to post some of my Stardew/Meet The Robinsons fic over to AO3! I’ll be updating this as time goes on!

[bookwormscififan]

Adoption Comes in Many Forms

Read on AO3!

Concept Art

A/N: Turns out writing little stories were adoptions happen is really fun to write. And the idea that Blank is Mad and Mare's adopted son is 100% stolen from @iamvegorott and their amazing writings!

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“Are you ready for bed, love?” Mare asked, hand on Mad’s shoulder as the scientist closed his book and nodded tiredly. “Come here, dear heart, let’s go to bed.” Gathering Mad in his arms, Mare carried him down the hall to their room, smiling at Mad nuzzling into the crook of his neck with a yawn.

Just before setting Mad down in the bed, there was a knock at their front door. Looking at Mad in confusion, Mare gently put him on his feet and walked with him back down the hall toward the door. Hand on the doorknob, Mad looked at Mare warily.

“Were you expecting anyone?” When Mare shook his head, Mad opened the door, frowning when there wasn’t anyone on the other side, then slowly moved his gaze down to see a small basket on the step. “Mare…”

The musician’s breath caught in his throat as Mad brought the basket inside, heart falling at the sight of the tiny sleeping infant swaddled in blankets inside it. Dark lashes fanned over the baby’s cheeks, the faintest hints of freckles dusting the pale skin, and Mare would deny anyone telling him he fell in love immediately.

“Who would leave a baby at our doorstep?” Mad asked, looking at Mare with wide and sorrowful eyes. “And so late at night, too. Why… how could someone do that?” His voice cracked at the question, barely whispering by the last syllable, and Mare had to take the basket out of his shaking hands so he wouldn’t drop the baby.

“I don’t know, darling,” Mare replied softly, looking into the sleeping face of the baby in his arms. “There’s probably a reason, though. Look, here’s a note.” Plucking the paper from inside the basket, Mare set it down on their coffee table before opening the note and reading the words scrawled onto it.

My name is Blank. Please take care of me.

“Well,” Mare breathed, putting the note down and going to Mad, wrapping his arms around the scientist’s shaking shoulders. “There’s not much we can do tonight. We’ll make sure… Blank is warm and fed, then we’ll take him to the police tomorrow. They’ll take care of him.” He moved to go back to bed, but paused when Mad stayed still, looking at the child with heartbroken eyes. “Mad, there’s nothing we can do.”

“The note said to take care of him,” Mad whispered, walking to the basket and looking at the baby. “We can’t just hand him off to the police, Mare. We can’t just abandon him. Please, Mare.” He turned pleading eyes to the musician, begging him to reconsider, and Mare felt his heart shatter at the look in Mad’s eyes.

“Mad, how are we going to look after him? I’ve never looked after a baby before, I don’t know how to raise a child. We can’t possibly take in…” He trailed off as the baby squirmed, opening bright eyes to look around before landing on Mare, and he reached toward the musician with a toothless smile.

“Dada!” Mare cracked a small smile, huffing a chuckle before moving to stand beside Mad, lifting Blank out of the basket and carrying him close to his chest.

“Well, shit,” he breathed, looking at Mad with an incredulous smile. “I guess we’re parents now. And I’m not letting anything bad happen to our boy,” he concluded, leaning against Mad.

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@brokentimewatch @dungeon-dragons-dragons @rattyboyisemo

[elioli-art]

Love all your meet the robinsons fan art your very talented a lot of love and time went into your drawing.

My question is, do you have fanfic based on your mtr art, or do you recommend any good fanfics?

Thank you! @em8ambitions has a lot of them!

[emmabirb8]

Hi, I am on an MTR kick right now and saw your post on strangerthanfanfictionpodcast asking about a fic that's been deleted. I remembered reading that fic a long time ago and was very sad it is deleted. But, I searched the web and found out it has been archived on a site called fichub. I submitted the link as a post to you since I can't add links in asks. I wanted to let you know, just in case you're still interested in reading it!

Hi! Omggggg, thank you SO much for this!!! 😭😭😭 I was so disappointed to hear that the author had lost their original files in addition to having deleted the fic, so I am BEYOND excited to finally have a way to read These Small Hours.

Again, thank you so much! And thank you also for following and sifting through my MTR tag, lol! 💖

For anyone who may also be interested, here's the link for fichub: https://fichub.net/

And here is the link to the fic - all you have to do is paste this link into the export box on fichub and the site will offer ways to download it for reading: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10708052/7/These-Small-Hours

[mother-of-frogs]

(Meet The Robinsons Try, Try Again Chapter 16)

[zipzapzopzoop]

There's a Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow

Chapter 31: The Fall of the King

Very few times in Franny’s life had she ever run so fast. 

When it came to her son, she’d run around the entire world for him and never look back. She knew she had to get to her boy before those monsters did. She ran so fast, her stilettos flew off and she ran on without them. In the blink of an eye, she sprinted through the front doors of the school and through the halls. 

“Franny?!”

A younger Art was searching the classrooms when he saw someone speeding down the hall. He opened the door, but she was already gone. “Franny!”

He took off after her. Although it technically was Franny, it wasn’t the one he was looking for.

Franny followed the path of most destruction, eventually finding the classroom where the school sign had crashed through the wall. There!

Franny rushed outside to her family, ignoring when her dress slightly snagged on a piece of rubble or when she felt a piece of glass cut her foot. She didn’t care. She was barely a few steps out the door when Wilbur dove into her arms. He held onto her tight, his face in her side. She held him close and looked over to Art.

“You said someone tried to get Laszlo, who was it?” Her words were so rushed, she nearly jumbled them. “Were they wearing all black and carrying tools on them?” 

“Yes!”

“They’re here. We have to get everyone out. Laszlo and Bud have Tiny, where are Gaston and Fritz?”

“I’ll get them.” “Fast. I’ve got the kids.”

Art ran around the back of the school to find his brother, while Franny turned to assess her son. “Wilbur, honey, what’s going on? Are you hurt?”

He didn’t respond, he just held onto her. 

“Something freaked him out,” Carl explained. “When Lewis fixed me-” He was cut off when Franny grabbed him into the hug. 

“Carl! You’re okay!”

Somehow despite being a robot, Carl felt his chest become soft at the idea of being missed. I mean, he knew he was loved, of course he was! But to know his family rallied around to get him back made him all happy and warm.

“Franny!”

The younger Art finally found his way out of the building, looking frazzled. “Oh Franny!”

He pulled the younger Franny into a big hug. She beamed with excitement. “Art! You never told me you were a superhero!”

He looked stumped.

“Huh?”

“It’s okay, I know it was you! You were just here a minute ago! Dressed as a superhero! You don’t have to hide it!”

Art shook his head… then laughed and hugged her again. She must’ve bumped her head or something. They’ll worry about that later. He’s just glad his baby sister is okay!

“Come on, we’re going home!”

“What?! No! I want to be with Lewis and Carl!”

“Another time, Fran. Something weird’s going on and I want you close to me until things settle.” Before the girl could protest, her big brother picked her and Frankie up. “Let’s go get Gaston from school. We’ll have a fun day, just the three of us.”

The girl looked toward her friends again. Lewis smiled back. “We’ll be okay. I’ll see you later, okay?”

“...Okay.”

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A young woman sat outside the coffee shop, her computer set up and opened to an empty word document. The prompt for her college assignment was to write about encounters with unusual circumstances, but she had never had such an occurrence. She had been sitting there for nearly half an hour now, and came up with nothing. She was beginning to become disheartened. 

She reached for her coffee, but her hand stopped when the drink rippled.

The woman furrowed her eyebrows. 

It did it again. 

A third time it happened, only she felt a small shake in the ground that time. 

The woman jumped up with a gasp when she heard screaming, and a massive dinosaur rushed down the street next to her.

There were two people on its back, and the beast had a long rope in its mouth like a pair of reins, American and State of Massachusetts flags hanging from the rope.

It took a sharp left turn and disappeared down another street, leaving a crowd of stunned onlookers in its wake. A few black SUVs sped on the sidewalk after it.

The woman hurried to sit back down, hit with the perfect idea on what to write about.

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Laszlo looked around, completely lost. Where even were they? The buildings and streets all looked alike! They kept getting turned around and running back into damaged places they’d already been.

“Ehh, those guys again,” Grandpa Bud muttered and adjusted his glasses. He was sitting backwards on Tiny’s back. 

Hearing his uncle, Laszlo did a double take, suddenly spotting at least five SUVs speeding after them. 

His blood went ice cold.

Muttering a cuss, he flicked the reins. “Go!”

A police cruiser swerved in front of them, lights and sirens blaring. Tiny reached down and grabbed it up as if it were nothing but a toy. 

“Tiny! Don’t! We have to keep moving!”

A sharp whistle caught both Laszlo and Tiny’s attention. Laszlo squinted. Was that…?

“...Tallulah?” Hope blossomed in his chest. His sister was okay! 

“C’mere boy!” She called to Tiny. “This way, boy! Let’s go!” 

A loud happy sound came from Tiny’s throat and he tossed the police car aside, crashing into one of the SUVs.

“Yes! Follow me!” Tallulah continued to call up to him as she began to skate backwards a moment, before spinning around and speeding ahead. She turned down a busy street to shake off their pursuers.

Tallulah dodged and weaved around cars and crowds of onlookers, jumping and ducking, and spinning around. It more or less turned into a game for the dinosaur, his snarl replaced by a large panting smile. 

Laszlo glanced back at the SUVs, beaming when he saw they were falling behind. They were honking trying to get through the traffic and crowds, but they were having trouble. As he watched them, Frankie suddenly grabbed Laszlo’s face. 

“Kid! Look out!”

Laszlo spun around and pulled on the reins hard, stopping Tiny just in time before he could run straight into a downed power line. 

Tiny ducked his head down, sending the others flying over the hanging lines and to the other side. Laszlo scrambled to his feet and ran back to help Tiny, but Tallulah and Bud grabbed him. Tallulah screamed for him to stop.

The group stood frozen as the agents caught up to the cornered beast. He looked at the alleys, but knew he wouldn’t fit. The agents rushed out of the vehicles, hitting him with quite a few hefty tranquilizers. Tiny began to attack them, but it only took a moment before he went crashing to the floor, his roars quieting.

The agents rushed ahead, using the reins as a makeshift muzzle.

Tiny’s head landed only a few feet from his family. His wild, fearful eyes met theirs. He opened his mouth, only letting out a small whimper before succumbing to sleep.

Laszlo stood in complete shock. 

He moved forward to help, but Tallulah grabbed at him again, shouting something about the power lines.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.”

Laszlo didn’t know if he was saying it to Tallulah because of the power lines, to Bud for crashing and risking his life, to Frankie for not paying attention, or to Tiny for causing him to get caught. He was saying it to all of them, he realized.

Laszlo barely felt it when Tallulah grabbed him in a hug. He knew she was there, but everything just felt numb. Like everything was dulled or underwater.

He finally snapped out of it when a large spotlight shone down from above, bringing a strong wind with it. The group looked up in shock as a chinook helicopter positioned itself above the buildings, lowering a strap harness. The agents rushed to hook Tiny up to the helicopter and send him up. 

Tallulah looked over to the agents again. They were watching her and her family. They loomed like vultures. The power lines were the only things standing between them.

Tallulah grabbed at Laszlo’s shoulders. “We have to go! Right now!”

The siblings got on either side of their uncle and hurried off to find the rest of the family.

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[19spicykitty93]

The re-write has officially started, and chapter one is now up. I'm not sure what happened with the original post, but here we are. lol

Anywho, please enjoy, and make sure to read the notes before reading!

Also, I am working on another story at the moment, so I'll be working on that while re-writing the next few chapters. Stay tuned! 👀