#more like robot humanoid x robot animal

[sparkling-pink-lemonade]

Cyn would be happy to see both Uzi and Nori "getting along" :3

She's kinda sad that Uzi destroyed her (and Tessa's) body though. She could have helped them in so many different ways :/

Stockholm Syndrome is a bitch for her. In a good way, though

(Also, imagine if the Dino with the hat V had with her somehow was Alice. Probably impossible but it would be so funny if it was)

Lmao Cyn being tamed by the power of Stockholm Syndrome. Yes, exactly. Cyn would also delude herself into thinking her "gf" hooking up with her "ex", is basically the same thing as Cyn herself getting back together with Nori. And so Uzi is embarrassed and frustrated whenever Cyn pops out to flirt with her mom when the two are making out.

(Regardless of crack headcanon or not, imagine though V ends up dating the sentinel. Anyone who finds out about them gets a bullet and dino teeth through the head.)

[eyeritestuff]

“I wish I had a mouth..”

Billy Kid x Reader

—X—

A/N: we need more billy kid fanfics. also, excuse grammar errors i’m struggling to get back into writing lalala

CW: mentions of NSFW, but i don’t go into explicit details :P

Reader: Gender Neutral [they/them]

—X—

Your boyfriend was clingy.

Very clingy… but so are you!

Being a human/humanoid being, it was hard enough in battle having the physical limitations you did, but when it came to your robotic boyfriend, it was scary to give or receive that physical love you both adored and craved so much. Luckily, Billy made sure to limit himself and be extra careful with you. His care is what made you value him that much more. For example, when Billy hugged you, he would snake his arms around your waist, and gently squeeze. There’s also the moments when he wants to hold your hand. Billy would make sure to gently tap the inside of your palm and wait with an open hand for you to reciprocate.

In bed, he was extra careful. Making sure to ask things along the lines of ‘Is everything okay?’, ‘Are you comfortable?’, and ‘Can I touch you here/there?’.

There of course were times, despite the cautions, you would move on instinct and hurt yourself. For example, you’d go for a hug, forget that he’s made metal, and hit your head. There was also times where you’d hold his hand and get pinched between his joints. The funniest of them all were the times where you’d kiss him and accidentally hit your forehead on his.

It’s just human to be clumsy.

He loved that about you.

Billy loved how humans and their bodies worked, and he often showed that fascination where he would do things like holding your hand out and examining it, only to hold his own up and examine the similar parts and pieces. You sometimes got worried about how he compared himself to you, but there’s nothing to worry about because it’s one of those innocent curiosities. He perfectly content with being a machine, but there are certain limitations in his design that make him grumpy. Limitations that were, unfortunately, made prevalent when you two started dating.

You didn’t realize this until one day you two cuddled up in his bed watching Starlight Knight together. Billy sat with his legs crossed, hunched over in shrimp position, and you sat in his lap, leaning back into his chest, and holding a large plushie replication of a Bangboo. He had a large blanket draped over him that he made sure to wrap it in a way so that you’d also be covered. Both sets of eyes glued were glued to the screen, and the scene that was on was one where one of the main characters had received a kiss from the space princess they had just saved from imminent doom.

“I wish I had a mouth..”

You positioned yourself enough to turn and look up at your boyfriend with a curious smile, only for it to drop when you realized his eyes animated downwards. Ohhh, you hated when Billy was sad.

“Wha..? Why?” You asked, placing a hand on the side of his face and stroking it gently with your thumb. A robotic sigh could be heard from him, and he paused the show.

“It’s a super embarrassing reason..” You giggled when you saw the blush lines light up on his face, knowing that at least he had some humor left in him.

“Well, Billy, having a mouth has never stopped you from being yourself..” You replied.

“Yes it has!” He whined, making you scoff. In your head, you were thinking he wanted one to show he was talking.. but oh, how wrong you were.

Leaning back, you grabbed his hand and started tracing over the intricate details of it, kissing it, and then going back to studying it. “Why would you want one?” You asked.

“.. I can feel everything.. The way you feel is.. Y/n, your lips.. I just wanna be able to experience that. It’s hard not being able to kiss you. Not just on your lips, but everywhere.. you’re so amazing and...” He trailed off, failing to express himself in the way he wanted to. He frustratedly sighed, slumping over, and his head on top of yours, “I just feel like I’m falling short when it comes to loving you properly.. I dunno, it’s hard to explain..”

Your heartstrings were cutting your circulation, to say the least. You got up and turned your whole body to face Billy, straddling him, and then placing both hands on his shoulders, you shook him back and forth.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!,” you started, screaming so loud it made him jolt and reply with a small scream of his own. You stopped and continued, “Billy, you’re perfect. Literally. Even without all the extra features, you are perfect to me. I don’t care about what you don’t have, I care about what you do have..” Your concerned face started to wash away, watching his eyes grow in shock. Replacing concern was a lovestruck.

“Y/n..” He mumbled, barely audible. You continued, though, wanting to know exactly how much you loved him.

“I love you. I really do. You care so much about me, down to the way you hold me. That attention to detail is so… it’s so endearing and honestly, a turn on in some instances,” you felt your face heat up, but you pressed on, “I wouldn’t change you for the world because your expression of love, physical and emotional, are one of the things that I love about you. Don’t think for a second that you need to change yourself for me. Ever.”

“… Really..?” Billy asked, his trembling like he was about to cry. You smiled and planted a kiss on his cheek and nodded, “Yes, really!”

Billy chuckled and sighed, “..Are you sure..?” You giggled, noticing he was joking. “Yes, I’m sure..”

“Soooo, what you’re saying is.. my fingers are enough fore—”was all Billy could manage before you pushed him down and started suffocating him with the Bangboo plushie. His voice was replaced by muffled laughs and struggling noises.

“ENOUGH OF YOU.” You said, burning red in the face. You let him go after a minute or two, and his childish laughs and giggles got louder.

“I had to ask..!” You huffed at his reply and turned away to pout. Billy sat back up and rested his hands onto your hips and his eyes smiled. “Imagine if I had a tongue..”

Turning back to look at him you gasped and started yanking his hair, making him yelp. “CAN WE NOT??! IM TRYING TO BE SENTIMENTAL!”

“Yank it harder,” Billy started to laugh, only making you give up and let go, “Y’know I like it rough, baby..~” He jokingly followed up. You snorted and cracked a smile at his fake sexy voice, and sighed nodding your head.

“Okay, okay.. for realsies this time, Y/n..?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.. it means the world to me.”

—X—

A/N: billy uses humor to cope during serious situations, that’s my HC yeah.. anyways, i didn’t proofread this :3

[naffeclipse]

Heya, @niexigo! I'm your Secret Santa! I hope you enjoy this little fic focused on Moon and a little romantic moment of seeing Christmas lights together! I had so much fun writing this and I hope you enjoy! Merry Christmas! <3

Lights on the Water

Moon x Reader Word Count: ~2,000 Warnings: N/A

Winter in the city means lights. Christmas lights, of course. The LED hues have begun to pop up like poinsettias along every home and elegant crystal white displays are out in front of every store. This is the best time of year—and there is much reason to celebrate.

A lot has changed since robots, animatronics, and any machine that wished to breathe gained recognition of their sentience. The last few months have been a swirling storm. Protests and hatred bring a cold shiver around the world, but it has not stopped the evolution of new life. 

You are grateful. Without the chaos, you wouldn’t be here, holding an animatronic’s hand. 

Your Moon. His digits are long, painted in silver and blue hues. He cradles your mitten wrapped palm in the pocket of his silver wool coat. It’s almost comical how much bigger he is than you. 

Standing well over your height, with limbs and hands to match, he engulfs you against his side in a bid to keep you warm against the December chill. You’ve seen so many models of animatronics, both humanoid and entirely machine, but Moon slots somewhere in the middle with his discus shaped head and deceptively thin limbs. His expressions are a bit more advanced, his mouth being able to move and his eyes able to crease and expand to emphasize whatever he may be saying. 

You stand together at the entrance of the city park. It boasts an impressive size, with plenty of acres for dogs, joggers, and little children who need to expel vast amounts of energy from their wiggling bodies. There’s even a sizable pond featuring a bridge crossing its width and holds tiny fish and ducks—though you doubt you’ll catch a glimpse of those animals in this frozen season.

The darkness is steep even in early evening, and carries a blue tinge that seems to spread like frost through the winter. Yet, it is perfect. The lights in the distance wrapped around trees, poles, and shaped structures are warm beacons. 

You lift your free hand to tug on Moon’s scarf. The silver and deep blue stripes wrap snugly around his spindly neck, but you fear the cool air might be hard on his inner workings. It is well below freezing. He tilts his head. His nightcap swings softly over his shoulder with a soft trinkle of a bell. The low glow of his red optics softens upon you.

“My internal regulation is a lot more advanced than yours,” he rasps, touched with mirth.

“I know that, but you weren’t built to be outdoors.” You tuck one end of the scarf into his wool coat. The thick and warm material reassures you while your fingertips are seized by the bitter cold air. “Let me know if you need anything, okay? A kiss to warm your cheek, an embrace to melt any ice in your system. As a human, I am naturally above the freezing temperature, and at your service.”

His scarlet-hued gaze crinkles in humor. He lifts a hand. Though you’ve found that he tends to run cool (thanks to his advanced internal regulation system) he can warm himself up to a decree that makes it all too easy for you to fall asleep in his arms on movie nights. 

“Hm, yes, you are very rosy-cheeked,” Moon murmurs. He palms your cheek, and your eyelids immediately flutter against the blissful heat of his touch. “Whatever would I do without my darling human to save me?”

“You’d freeze and become a pole or something. They might hang wreaths on you.” You snort at your own joke. 

“Har har,” he says dryly. “Snowball, leave the comedy to me.”

You lean deeper into his touch. His thumb caresses softly along your face, drawing underneath your eye before sweeping back a strand of hair that fell out of your beanie. This close, his optics dust you in a soft red glow.

Your favorite color of late has been red. His red eyes. The red ribbons he ties around his wrists with golden bells. The red ruffles around his neck. He’s bundled now, but he still looks at you with the scarlet light that makes you melt.

“Come on. The lights aren’t going to see themselves.” You force yourself to straighten out of the delicious comfort of his temperature. He chuckles, a mischievous sound that now fills you with a giddiness.

“Lead the way, Rudolph.” He boops your nose and turns to the entrance. Though, he doesn’t take a step without gathering your hand back in his and setting it within the safe confines of his coat pocket. He squeezes your palm once. You squeeze back.

He’s never seen the lights before. He told you this once as the holiday season approached, and it appalled you. Of course, how could he have seen any Christmas decorations and displays outside of the Freddy Fazbear Mega Pizzaplex? From what he’s told you, and from what you’ve gathered out of his selected details, the work conditions were not humane. Why would they be for machines? But regardless, you made him a promise, and he shared his enthusiasm.

Through the twinkling blue evening, you and him stroll inside the park. The very first lights are trees engulfed in lights. One purple, one yellow, one green, one red. You have not the foggiest idea how painstakingly long it must take to wrap each bough and the whole trunk of the tree until it’s a blazing torch in the night. The path winds softly through the burning bright trees. 

Moon turns his face up towards the light. You subtly watch him from the corner of your eyes, trying to study his reaction without making him feel like the focus of your attention. You’ve visited the park many times over the years to see the lights. Your only hope is that he finds it as beautiful as you do.

His optics are low in comparison to the bright bulbs. The light beams onto his faceplate, highlighting the curve of his shadowy crescent and coloring his pale other half. It catches on his cheeks. His teeth grin but there is a glimmering awe to the edge of his constant smile. 

You hold his arm, your other hand still smugly dipped into his pocket.

“There’s so much more,” you whisper to him, “but it’s pretty, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, pretty,” he answers in a gentle crackle of static.

He turns to look down at you. He stops a moment, and stares. You blink. Is there something on your face?

His expression softens before he pecks your cheek with a kiss.

“Come on,” he tugs you further down the path, “There’s more, right?”

Your face heats not simply due to the warmth of his mouth. The tip of your boot almost snags on your other leg as you try to step in time with him. In a hot haze, you force yourself to inhale a great frosty breath and bring yourself back into focus.

The animatronic knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

Deeper into the park, the displays begin popping up along the path. Instead of twinning around trees and filling the fronds like a forest fire, the lights take shapes after candy canes, reindeer, snowflakes, and Santa’s sleigh. 

“The kids would love this,” Moon says as you pass by a golden row of bows and ribbons twisting down the sidewalk. His job as Daycare Attendant remains a preference of his. The daycare he owns and runs, no longer attached to the Fazbear name, is just down the road from your apartment and his.

“Oh yeah, I always see families here,” you nod. You two arrived later—after the early rush in the hope of not being crowded and forced to move quickly to let others have their turn. It seems to be working for the most part. 

He hums thoughtfully while continuing down to a section dedicated to Christmas toys. An elephant with polka dots and a dolly with red braids and blue bows in her hair smile at you and Moon walking along. 

You shiver once. Your poor fingers are exposed to the elements, even with the defense of a glove, and suffering. A low chuckle emits from Moon. Before you can protest, he steps around your, freeing your one hand to stuff the other into his coat pocket. 

“What will humans become if they freeze?” he asks, deadpan. You pull a face at him. He breezes past your pout. “Popsicles? I could sprinkle sugar on you.”

“Ew,” you say, but laugh. “But probably. A human popsicle sounds about right.”

“Sorry, but I can’t let that happen,” Moon shakes his head. “You fragile humans.”

“Not fragile,” you announce, but he pulls your beanie down over your ears all the same. 

The display continues into a little north pole display featuring polar bears and igloos and sliding penguins. (You’re pretty sure penguins don’t live in the north pole, but who are you to criticize art?) Moon points out an ice fishing hole. You ask if he has any wanderlust for the great outdoors. He pauses and considers that he might want to experience a camping trip, but that’s more of Sun’s thing.

You make a mental note of that.

The path darkens as it winds further along. Moon walks closely beside you. His stride is considerably slower, thanks in part to you and your comparatively short legs. He doesn’t seem to mind. His digits interlock between your fingers. Cradling your hand, you sight at the sweet relief of his warmth easing the numbing sting of the cold. Your other hand, however, is beginning to freeze once more.

You can hold out. You’re not fragile. No matter how much Moon likes to tease.

Around the bend, the path lowers into a curving circle around a great pond. Moon lingers in the slightest as you watch him again. His eyes roam over the floating lights set in the shape of trees upon the water. The colors gleam and dance along the surface, reflecting yellow, red, silver, and soft blues in a bright effect. 

“This is my favorite,” you say softly into his shoulder.

He dips his head closer to you, though his eyes don’t wander from the beautiful displays. The twinkling lights reflect off of the water. You tug Moon further along the path following the edge of the water. Walking slowly, you allow him to drink in full view, enjoying the peaceful calm of a winter’s night with such warm lights.

“Beautiful,” Moon says once you finish a full loop around the pond.

You make a soft sound of content and lean closer against him. He releases your hand to wrap an arm around your shoulder and tug you in close. For a blissful heartbeat, you both watch the dazzling display, two mirrored versions of lights divided only by the waterline.

Moon suddenly laughs. You lift your head up in confusion to stare at him.

“You’re shivering.” He squeezes you a little tighter into his embrace. Indeed, once pressed against his wool coat, you realize your muscles are working hard to bring your body’s temperature back up.

“I’m fine,” you say, but pause, “They always sell hot chocolate at the very end of the path.”

“Alright,” he turns and lowers himself to you. He smuggles softly against your neck, and you breathe out in solace as the heat of his faceplate finds the cooled parts of your skin just under your chin. “Let’s get you some hot chocolate, then I’ll take you home.”

“Sounds good,” you murmur, your jawline bumping against his nightcap slightly. 

Moon rubs your shoulders in soothing circles, his heat slipping through your coat.

“Thank you,” he murmurs.

You smile though he cannot see it.

“Your welcome, sweetheart.” You think for a moment. “Does that mean you had a good time?”

“I did, and I still am,” he straightens. His grin is gentle in the darkness. The red of his eyes fills you with a molten adoration. “I think we should get going before you become a human popsicle.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you try to wave away his concern. You, however, grab his hand and press it to your mouth. Your kiss holds softly to his palm. His fingers curl gently against your cheek.

“Merry Christmas, Moon,” you whisper once you release his hand.

“Merry Christmas, snowdrop,” he answers in kind.

[love-and-war-on-cybertron]

Maybe the Holidays weren't the best time to start a writing blog.

The Rodimus teach a bot to kiss has been slightly delayed but i still wanted to get a couple things out.

IDK if this counts as first contact on top of Human-pet, but one thing is certain, the shiny metal prick known as Sentinel is not a good pet owner.

18+ only Minors DO NOT interact

(Sentinel Prime(TF1) x Human Reader)

Part one

There had been four. Four escaped humans from the alien ship, now wandering an alien planet. Four humans with dwindling supplies, stolen from those who stole you. It felt like hours before you all collapse out of exhaustion. The chose shelter: a rusted out structure that felt like it was built for giants. It sat at the base of a mountain, eerily beautiful and desolate. Had you not been distracted by thoughts of survival and getting home, you might have found it thrilling. Instead it was terrifying, the thought of dying here without ever seeing home, or your loved ones. Or your cat. It felt silly, but you silently hoped someone was taking care of him in your absence.

Time was hard to track. You swore it felt like two earth days would pass for one on this planet. Taking turns sleeping and keeping watch did little to pass the time, and most of them were not fond of small talk. Supplies get lower, temper get higher. Arguments became frequent. The silence after was hard, but even you were not innocent from throwing accusations or anger when it became heated. When someone muttered angrily that at least they hadn't been starving on the ship, a tiny part of you agreed.

Then there were three. The fourth was long gone when the rest of you woke, along with half the supplies. Someone rages, someone cries. Someone stares off emptily. Trust is shaky and supplies are split up. You know it wont stop someone from taking it if they desperate enough.

When you woke to only two, your heart sank. Their supplies left behind. Taken? Left. Can't be sure. The last two huddle together, seeking some sort of comfort and safety. You start to wonder who will be last.

Supplies are desperately low. and neither of you have spoken about it. You're just grateful they still split things and don't seem keen on bashing your head in for the last of it. There is some talk about heading to the mountain. It looks like there is some plant life. Maybe some animals you can eat? Neither of you have the strength to try. Sleeping takes up most of your time. He tells you his name is Stephan.

-

You're woken by being shook and a hand over your mouth. Stephan looks terrified and motions for you to follow him. Running past the two of you are massive deer like.... creature? Things? He drags you after him before you can questions and shoves the two of you into a small crevice.

Heart racing, you wait, and listen. Metal on metal, what sounds like.... voices, but off, almost metallic. Then what sounds like a gun, loud enough to shake the ground. You feel their hand tighten on your wrist. You can just barely see over his shoulder as the metal on metal pounding gets closer and closer. Massive colorful figures pass by. It's not the creatures that had captured you. Humanoid but just as alien. What terrifies you more than the fact there is life on this planet, is the fact they are running from something. What could be bigger than them?

Infront of your hiding spot one of them pulls the other to a stop, leaving them in an unsteady balance. Red lasers scan over the ground. You feel your heart stop, getting a better look. Giant robotic creatures. You wouldn't even come up to their knees! The grip of the big red and blue one slips. The yellow almost falls. Stephan tenses and presses back, pushing you against the wall of your hiding spot.

When the red beams pass over, the big one lets go and the yellow one falls. His gaze falls right on your hiding spot and there is no denying he has seen the two of you. Glowing blue eyes show... surprise?

The others are speaking and his attention is pulled away. You hear voices like scrapping metal and static. giant footsteps. then silence. Stephan waits a long time before he moves forward and you cling to his shirt, wanting to pull him back.

This place is no longer safe, that much is very clear. You rush to get what supplies are left packed up, Stephan is muttering to himself, and you are quietly panicking. There is no time to plan. Just pack and run. But luck just isn't on your side.

"Oh god no..." Stephan sounds defeated, his makeshift bag dropped to the ground. He's starring up and you regret following his gaze to the ships of those who had abducted you.

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[you-cant-fuck-megaman]

I liked the questioning about repli beauty you brought up. So, as we go into this rabbit hole, can we attribute the appearance and preferences for own image of a repli to previous programming and the way the X program developed itself?

Like, it started with humans building the first repli series and setting human society as a parameter of likeness for non-battle/labor replis, and from there, the replis just continued the trend when building the next ones?

Also, is the operating system on the next one based on a blank template or does it come from the repli that programmed/designed them, in a kinda genetical passing manner?

a fantastic question! there's a lot of big question marks about how things work in the X world that aren't really delved into. the question of operating systems is a surprisingly straightforward one, as we know that there are at least three eras of reploids: the original line made from X's template, the improved line made by Dr. Doppler from the X3+ era, and the "New Generation" Reploids in X8+ made by an unspecified designer/developer for spaaaaaace work.

but image preferences? hooooooooooooooooooo. i can't offer a solid answer. but here's some ramblings about my thoughts.

what we DO know is that Reploids were derived from X's template and that they started off as copies of his design/aesthetic, and if we're to take the Archie series as any level of canon (probably level 2 extra-canon) we have a very clear visual as to what the early reploids looked like. and that, despite this, the X series features mostly furry robots as characters.

now, on an out-of-universe level, i want to say that i remember this decision was made because it creates more imposing silhouettes--megaman is a franchise designed for baby children first and foremost, and it's easy for child brain to correlate humanoid shapes as friends and feral beasts as enemies. however, A: i cannot find a source for this, and B: Sonic the Hedgehog

in either case, whatever the reason is, in-universe we have a very clear disparity between the originator of reploids being humanoid (the original term repliroid is even a portmanteau of "replica" [in the likeness of] and "android" [a humanoid machine]) and the majority of on-screen reploids not being humanoid. which tells me that body image is a BIG THING among reploid culture, and either chassis remodeling is a relatively easy process or a lot of reploids are willing to invest a lot into being a different person than who they started out as.

this is something briefly touched in the Classic series, with Tundra Man (a late line Robot Master) intentionally remodeling himself into a body type that he prefers, but it's fleshed out further with the (chronologically farther) X world in the design changes to the non-animal characters--Zero, Alia, and Sigma all similarly sport different bodies as the series goes on. the only person who doesn't change much in the main series is X, ironically enough, outside of Command Mission. Alia X8 and Layer are silly designs that were designed for fanservice first and foremost, but we can reasonably surmise that (in-universe) they chose to look that way. i'm not about to tell a woman she can't wear a car hood as a bra if she wants to, but i will think that it'd look better if it was put back on the jeep because i need that to fucking drive.

meanwhile, there's a lot of obvious correlations to be made with early X Mavericks and their designs being optimized for the environment. icy area gets the penguin. aerial area gets the eagle. underwater area gets the octopus. but as the series goes on, the correlations become significantly less appropriate and it's clear that animals were chosen for their design aesthetic. the munitions factory gets.....the hornet.....? i guess, like...the hornet stinger missiles.......?

it makes more sense if you take iwamoto's X mangas as level 2 extra-canon like the archie comics, because Blast Hornet was a reploid biker-gangster punk who became a hornet for the shock factor. which ends up leaning back to the original theory that reploids ultimately end up choosing how they look--if not from the onset, then further down the line.

you could probably make a solid argument that the X series is a very trans-friendly future, and that nearly every major character is trans and nobody bats an eye about it. instead the robot police are mad about the crimes and murder. but the creed is "be gay do crimes" so this is actually oppression 🙄

[baggebythesea]

SciFi fairies

The concept of fairies in science fiction is exciting, because those two themes pull in different directions. SciFi extrapolates premises. Logical consequences of given scenarios. Fairies embody feelings and concepts. The world of ideas given form.

There are plenty of elves and orcs in space (for barbarians and arrogant jerks exist in all settings). I have seen space goblins (Ferengi) and space mages and plenty of space monsters. There are aliens of all kinds, but most often they are… people. People with different origins, conditions and cultural conditions, but still people. Their driving forces, motivations and function are understandable.

Fairies are not people. They are concepts. Symbols. Embodiment. Of the untouched wilderness, of a half-forgotten childhood, of the nocturnal sounds outside the window. The fairies follow different laws than us and have different motivations. They are the Others. They are the world beyond the mirror, and they invite us to visit it.

SciFi doesn't like inexplicable things. The genre likes UNEXPLAINED things, because then it can be explained with the appropriate amount of technobabble (or remain unexplained if the work leans more towards space horror), but things that can't be explained, things that are symbolic and poetic rather than traceable consequences of the work's premise, rhyme badly what you generally want to achieve with a SciFi.

So how do you make space fairies? On the top of my head, I think of three ways

People. Fairies are small winged humanoids. Aliens or transhumanist humans. Fits perfectly in space opera and space fantasy (such as Shadow Run IN SPACE), but does not capture the more mysterious aspects of the fairies.

The Others. Energy beings. X-dimensional beings (mr mxyzptlk!). Time travelers. Q. Creatures who in a very concrete way live in another world. Personally, I think SciFi more often flubs than lands this trope, plus the symbolic aspects get lost, but it's still the most direct translation of the fairies' distinct nature.

My favorite, which managed to combine the SciFi demands of rationality with the inherent weirdness of the fairies: Artificial creatures. Computer programs, robots, genetically engineered creatures, living spaceships, anime holograms. Here are all the possibilities for mysterious programming, shady deals and inhuman motivations ("I can't do that, Dave").

So, the next time I do space opera, I will definitely include robot fairies :-)

[2dmax]

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[boonsmoon]

Are there any other rules for making requests? Like are there any specific characters or other topics you will or won't cover? Are there any other fandoms you cover? How many characters can we ask about in a single request? And will we get less headcanons if we ask for more characters? For Persona specifically, can we ask about Confidants or characters from side games? Feel free to add anything else. Sorry about all the questions, just want to be sure. Thanks and have a fantastic day!

I'm gonna turn this into my new pinned post so don't mind the first portion.

I’m Moon. I'm 18+ and in college, so reqs might be slow. I go by she/her and my first (and only) language is English. Nothing is beta read, we die like men.

Masterlist

Let's make this easy and sort into sections lol

Characters

WILL:

Children (PLATONIC ONLY)

Teens (mostly platonic, late teens could be romantic)

Adults (platonic + romantic)

Robot/Mech (full on robo will be platonic, but mech features can be romantic)

WON'T:

Animal (like full on NO, animal features are OK) i.e. dog reader x dog character = no reader with cat tail x character = yes Characters like Morgana are the exception with being humanoid, but it WILL be platonic

Genres/Dynamics

WILL:

Character x reader (m + f)

Character x character

You can request multiple genres i.e. fluff to angst

Fluff

Angst (not good, but I try)

Platonic

Romantic

Oneshot

Headcanons

WON'T:

Lime/Lemon

Yandere (clingy OK)

Dead Dove

Incest/Pedophilia/Abuse/Selfcest

Character x OC

Fandoms (more will be added)

WILL:

Record of Ragnarok (ROR)

Ragna Crimson

Heaven Official's Blessing (TGCF)

The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation (MDZS)

Chainsaw Man (CSM)

Dragon Ball (DB + DBZ)

WON'T:

I will write any fandom listed, the reason it's like that is because I probably won't know most fandoms outside what I have

Limits

I would prefer 3 or less characters in one request, however if you go one or two over it won't be ignored, just will take vastly longer

Headcanons will NOT be shortened if there are more characters, I usually have a lot to write headcanon wise, so they'll all be beefy

Persona

Persona isn't on the list and probably won't be anytime soon, BUT if it ever does get added, I will allow Confidants or side game characters

Where To Request

My inbox is open if I'm taking requests; but you can comment your request too

If my inbox is closed that means I'm not taking requests, anything commented will be ignored or pushed very far back

Crossover Requests

I have a post here if you're interested

Hope this answered all questions you and anyone else had

[another-lost-mc]

I've been calling Metatron (your oc) Mettaton after the undertale robot and I just realized HAHA how would he feel about that??? would he be the kind to have a crush on the skeleton?!!?! HAHA

Oh, that's fun! I haven't played Undertale (oops) but I've read a lot of fanfiction for that fandom. I have like, nineteen Mettaton x Reader fics in my ao3 bookmarks.

Anyway!

Metatron's the type that will read basically anything because he's curious about the world and everything in it. He also has an excellent memory for details. I feel like Metatron and Levi/Satan would have the most nerdy, amazing conversations. It'd be great for Levi especially because Meta wouldn't judge his interests (anime/manga/games) as being weird or nerdy or stupid and I think Levi needs more people like that in his life.

As for the skeleton crush thing - well, I picture most of the demons (and angels to some degree) being a bit flexible when it comes to who or what they're attracted to. There are demons that are a little more animalistic, and then there are the various monster races that live in the Devildom (and maybe hide out in the human realm too). I think most reapers wear humanoid disguises to blend in but are actually a type of void creature.

So...yes, I think Meta would be one of the open-minded angels when it comes to little crushes and maybe a fling here or there. Like, can you imagine him meeting a vampire or a siren or something, and he's just so genuinely fascinated and curious, and his expressions are so animated, that it's difficult not to be flustered and a bit awestruck by him. (He's a bit clueless and might not realize that, though.)

[rodrigobera04]

The next list will be with the scary ghost type:

GHOST pure

Glass frog with a transparent belly,as a school anatomy mannequin.

Geisha kimono possessed by her haunted netsuke.

Ghost slug covered in spectral slime.

Skeleton changing shape into bizarre appearances.

Spectral dinosaur that imitates voices.

Translucent ghost with only its lineart being seen.

Ghost if teleported, can even change next to your Pokémon in the battle.

Entity made of scary children's scribbles, like in horror films.

Sinister forest spirit, imitates animals in a distorted way.

GHOST/GROUND

Decomposer worms forming a zombie arm.

Odalisque spirit creating mirages with sand.

Turtle shell possessed by the ghost of its former owner.

Creature with a single foot like a rabbit, its footprints can bring good or bad luck.

Spirit of dirt hidden and lurking under a rug.

Cow skeleton, covered in clay that covers its bones like a new body.

Serpentine reptile cut into pieces,that move independently.

Specter opening a portal in the floor, like a trapdoor, to scare people.

Whale that died stranded, now its spirit haunts the beach.

GHOST/ICE

Sea cow pretending to be friendly to drown people in revenge.

Frozen vampire mammoth now absorbs blood with its trunk to keep warm.

Vaporous ghost of a melting ice cube.

Undead climber haunting mountains and making jaw noises.

Specter based on an ice finger, freezes everything with its touch.

Spectral snow owl attacking silently through the air.

Aquatic boogeyman of frozen lakes based in qalupalik.

"La Llorona" of ice, female ghost with frozen tears.

Hunter disguised with the skin of an animal he hunted.

GHOST/NORMAL

Flattened ghost of some animal that was run over.

Lemur making scary sounds, like a ghost.

Kaiju or mascot costume animated by a supernatural force.

Umbrella ghost hiding its skeletal body over its membrane.

Funeral comb controlling a ghostly mound of hair.

Stuffed animal, standing still until someone approaches.

Hyena voodoo wizard, summoning ghosts of the deceased.

Doll that is possessed by spirits that animate it.

Ghost rodent, uses the corpse of the snake that bit him as clothing.

GHOST/FAIRY

Vengeful fur coat made from several skinned ermines.

Ghost unicorn taking revenge on the hunters who stole his horn.

Goblin made of Halloween candy, always asking for more to form his body.

Mischievous poltergeist possessing toys;give bird legs to a dollhouse.

Macabre Jack-in-the-box, feeds on fear, scaring the victim.

Chimera created by parts of different deceased beings.

Pooka changing into frightening forms in macabre pranks.

Pure soul transformed into a cemetery fairy; leaves flowers on graves.

Magical gloves animated by phantom energy, perform tasks for their owners.

GHOST/STEEL

Cursed carriage of an amusement park ghost train.

Skeleton of construction beams from a never-finished project.

Harionago creating a web of barbed wire that injures the victim.

Robot possessed by a ghostly force.

Cage haunted by the bird that inhabited it.

Metal instrument playing requiem music, an organ or a harp perhaps.

Ghost with a blade around his neck that he spins to cut opponents.

Knife that was possessed by the soul of its victim.

Can with a hand inside that sucks energy, attracting prey with the smell of food.

GHOST/WATER

Pelican eel drowning the victim in its inflatable mouth.

Aquatic spectrum like a reflection, distorting your image.

Ghost of water entering houses through leaks.

Fish with a vaguely humanoid face haunts rivers.

Fishnet possessed by the animals killed in it.

Food chain of fish, one coming out of the other's mouth.

Blanket octopus carrying the souls of drowned people to the afterlife.

Stingray with a scary fake face on top and a happy, real one on the bottom.

Spectral parasitic crustacean, possessing a translucent jellyfish.

GHOST/ELECTRIC

Pikaclone laboratory mouse with X-ray skeleton.

Stiff-haired ghost that produces static.

"Lightning rod" zombie, being hit by lightning to gain electrical strength.

Abyssal fish stranded on a beach that shocks even when dead.

Ghost playing the prank of scaring people with a flashlight in his face.

Creeping figure made from TV sprinkles, interfering with radio signals.

Soul attracted to electricity, looking like a moth.

Defibrillator ghost that can take and return life with its shocks.

Angel made of lightning, looking like the skeleton of a stingray.

GHOST/FIGHTING

Little creature being possessed by the literal "fighting spirit", becoming a warrior.

Disembodied leg with two arms on top.

Japanese wolf Yokai, protecting the fauna and flora of the mountains.

Armless training dummy that creates spectral arms to aid.

Buer demon with multiple legs to kick.

Fighter using two skulls on his hands as biting gauntlets.

Voodoo witch being able to pass the damage on her body to the opponent.

Dancing skeleton based on a Tibetan dance.

Two guard dogs sewn around the waist, always vigilant.

GHOST/ROCK

Stone ancient wheels that create flames when they turn, like wayniudo.

Brick from a haunted house that looks like a skull.

Stone vase containing ashes of a deceased person.

Spirit resting inside fossils, waiting to be awakened.

Living drawing of a silhouette on the ground, like those drawn at crime scenes.

Cursed pillars guarding imprisoned and angry souls.

Horned god statue with gem eyes that cause amnesia, paranoia and fear.

Condemned ghost holding a large, heavy rock as punishment for his greed.

Maiden decorated with mourning jewelry at funerals.

GHOST/BUG

Tiny ants carrying heavy objects, confused by poltergeist activity.

Butterfly drinking fluids from deceased;insect psychopomp.

Beetle stuck by a needle, as if from an exhibition.

Cockroach with a haunting face drawn on its back that causes fear.

Parasitic wasp with a necromancer wizard theme.

Vampire praying mantis resembling a jiangshi.

Silk caterpillar having its cocoon like a coffin after being slaughtered for manufacturing.

Specter fly, seen only by the person it torments with its buzzing.

Scavenger bee collecting carrion and creating macabre-looking hives.

GHOST/FIRE

Star born from a soul that went to heaven and became a "little star".

Odori-don octopus motionless until hit with heat.

Imp of fire and brimstone, torturing people with fire.

Swift fire spirit hunting like a stray bullet.

Bonfire animated by the ghost stories told around it.

Skeletal and singed animal, victim of a forest fire.

Decapitated chicken with a fireball for a head.

Vampire on fire from the sun, drinks heat instead of blood.

Flaming ghost jellyfish with fiery tentacles.

GHOST/FLYING

Whistling spirit, imitating the breath of the wind.

Medium lyre bird, imitates the sound of the deceased.

Ghost holding fans, can control wind.

Predator bat catching prey with its net wings.

Kite using his tail to grab things and strangle victims.

Grim reaper stork taking deceased souls away.

Itta-mommen curled into a humanoid shape like a mummy.

Severed head with small wings, looking for a body.

Striga-based vampiric ghost, can turn into an owl.

GHOST/GRASS

Headless plant monster with a necklace of literal garlic heads.

Fungus that covers a spider, giving it long legs.

Banana peel ghost, making people slip.

Severed tree stump with a crushing spectral trunk.

Dry Venus flytrap with its mouth reminiscent of futakuchi-onna.

Spectral creature of dry autumn leaves, makes plants wither.

Humanoid covered in genipap paint, representing mourning.

Mummy with papyrus scrolls for bandages.

Predator shrouded in thicket, never revealing its form beyond its eyes.

THE MYTHIC TO FINISH:

Small mummified ghost reducing living beings to dust; personifies decomposition.

See you soon.

[elfmoon3]

The Hollowed Woods (Transformers Animated story)

Pairings: Prowl x Oc, Bumblebee x Oc, Oc x Oc

Summary: As Halloween arrives, sightings of a tall creature have the Autobots' attention.

In the forest near the Mansion of Unknown, Meagan was walking on a path as she was heading back towards the mansion. However, she felt like she was being watched as she reached the backdoor. She turned around to see nothing, but she still felt like she was being observed. She sighed as she went inside.

Later at the Autobot Hideout, the Autobots and the agents of The Unknown Agency got notified by Captain Fanzone about weird sightings of an entity that he thinks they'd be interested in. "A tall humanoid?" Bumblebee asked, "Captain Fanzone said that he didn't know if it was a creature or if it was a decepticon wondering around. But if I could remember from the height description, it might not be a decepticon at all." Optimus said as Meagan looked through the reports, and her eyes got wide. "I think I know who this thing is." She said as she remembered a mission from her teenage years. "Ok, then what are we dealing with?" Bumblebee asked as she looked at him. "Slenderman." She said as she explained about who and what Slenderman is. A tall, faceless being who was originally known for taking people away to do who knows what to them. She even told them that children are his favorite targets. "Now that's alarming!" Bumblebee said as he didn't know what this thing might do to Cybertronians. "And with it being Halloween, he might be more active. We gotta go find him." Meagan said as Shadow Mist transformed into her vehicle mode. Meagan looked at her fellow agents and picked a few agents who were willing to go on the search for the tall creature.

While one group of the team searches the city, Meagan's group goes to the forest where Slenderman would most likely be. "So, how'd you know about this creature?" Prowl asked, Meagan sighs, "He saved me once. Despite his reputation for being a monster, he can be merciful to those he sees as a person of interest." She explained. She told them the story of how she met Slenderman during a mission from The Unknown Agency when she was sixteen. "He saved you from being attacked by something else that would've tore you to shreds? Wow!" Bumblebee yelled in shock. "By giving me his blood. But somehow, we're still connected in a way." She said as she felt that same feeling she felt earlier. "Stop!" She yelled as they stopped in a clearing. The group noticed a tree that was not like the others in the clearing, and standing in front of it was a tall figure with no face and wearing a suit. "Is that the creature?" Shadow Mist asked as Meagan got off her. Slenderman stared at them as the three Autobots transformed into their robot modes. Meagan got closer with no fear of him. "It's been a while, Slendy. What brings you to Detroit?" She asked him as the creature spoke despite not having a mouth. "I came with a dire message from The Order. They are concerned about the odd energy around the world." He said as Meagan sighed. "And they want The Unknown Agency to deal with it?" She asked him as he nodded. Bumblebee wanted to get closer, but everything he did, his optics get static. "Don't get close to him, Bumblebee. Slenderman has an ability that can mess with technology. That includes Cybertronians." Meagan explained as Bumblebee backed away. "I see you've made some interesting friends during your time here." Slenderman said as the weird tree opens a portal. "I must return to my world. Have a happy Halloween, Meagan." He said as he entered the portal, and it closed. Prowl's comlink soon heard Optimus said that they should return to the Hideout.

Back at the Hideout, Meagan reported to Director Mavis on the phone about what Slenderman told her. "If The Order is concerned about the strange things going on in the world, then we should investigate it before things get worse. I advise you to stay in Detroit since weird things are going on there, also. Good luck, and have a happy Halloween." Director Mavis said as she hung up. Meagan sighed as she was going to be super busy with this mission.

The End!

(Creepypasta meets Transformers is the only idea I have today. Happy Halloween, everyone.)

[jnixz]

hnn someone please have some admittedly a bit scattered psychonauts x adventure time thoughts

head a bit empty rn, ideas for psychic 7 bouncing around like an idle screensaver

but if its an au then surface level ideas to what their character in ooo would be (not exactly the character-as-this-character kind)

Zanotto fam as part Grass part Fire humanoid, however that would work

Werebear and/or vampire Helmut and he has frequent concerts

Booles and Cassie got something to do with talking animals I'm sure

Otto - some robot person like BMO, Ford - got forest vibes but also fire is fun but also that man is a jack of trade magic mannnn, and Lucy as some water/ice elemental that has a specific royal family she would dislike

They are all wizards(or at least magic users) I'm so sure of that, psychonauts as wizards equivalent and all that, even got their secret area

if its crossover then would love to imagine

someone like Otto and Princess Bubblegum interact about science

or something like difference between Psychics vs Wizards

Then there's the shit with the psycho-portal and mindscapes-- definitely even more wacky with the citizens of Ooo, even more so on specific persons who has been through the shit

Then there is also the thematic exploration stuff like re: f&c with the similarity of old coots' trauma and how they deal with it, and then getting a chance to heal

Name idea: Psychic, Madness and Sadness

[hybrid-battle]

In One Piece, some characters have eaten a Zoan Devil Fruit, making them part animal, even if they were born human (or in one case, the other way around). They can control their form, so they can either be in human form, animal form, or hybrid form (though most characters walk around in their human form unless it has a specific use, like fighting - only one that I can think of that uses his hybrid form more). Would these kind of characters count? Another kind of characters are Minks, who are (quoting the Wiki page) "a race of humanoids with furry mammalian features". Would they count? And what about cyborgs?

Both of these One Piece Characters seem fine to me, honestly if you can say "they are half x and half y" about a Character that's good enough.

Cyborgs though... yeah it's a bit complicated with them. Personally I think that "robot" isn't really a species and that they still count as 100% Human/whatever, but obviously theres room for debate in there.

If you Argument well enough and they get enough submissions I might consider letting them in but to be brutally honest right now I'm against the idea of cyborgs being in here. Sorry.

[uncaaj]

Fanfic: Blade Runner Starring Donald Duck Chapter 1 - A Hot Meal in a Cold City (DuckTales x Blade Runner)

chapter 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 | CHAPTER 4 | CHAPTER 5 | MORE COMING SOON...

READ NOW ON AO3!

Early in the 21st Century, THE MCDUCK CORPORATION advanced robot evolution into the Y phase - a being virtually identical to a human - known as a Replicant. The 5Y Replicants were superior in strength and agility, and at least equal in intelligence, to the genetic engineers who created them. Replicants were used Off-World as slave labor, in the hazardous exploration and colonization of other planets. After a devastating mutiny by a 5Y combat team in an Off-World colony, Replicants were declared illegal on earth - under penalty of death. Special police squads - BLADE RUNNER UNITS - had orders to shoot to kill, upon detection, any trespassing Replicant. This was not called execution. It was called retirement.

+++

Duckburg. November 2019. 

Not that the month matters. Seasons don’t change in this city, not anymore. 

The overgrowth of buildings in this ever-expanding urban jungle helps to foster a deep-seated chill that's always there, always on the move through the cracks and crevices, just like its citizens. The rain, slightly acidic from our own technological hubris, is so omnipresent that everything, be it structure, machine, or duck seems to sag with the humidity, even when it’s not raining.

Not much natural light shines through to the streets anymore. The buildings, smog, and general unease slowly filter away the little warm glow the world has left to offer. But don’t worry. The abundant and colorful neon signs, and massive video screens on floating blimps and skyscraper faces provide the city with its own kind of plastic shine.

This was my domain, where cultures blend into a gray, indeterminate sludge and people grow their living like a fungus taking their fill of a stinking carcass. 

To my left, a salesman shouting above the cloud of chatter surrounding their cart of fur. False fur. The killing of animals for pelts was outlawed by penalty of death years ago. To my right, a club leeching its magenta light, loud music, and shallow promise of pleasure out into this cramped yet bustling side street. Behind me, a storefront window covered in ancient snowy screens, hiding a graveyard of every piece of gadgetry that was once on top of the world and suddenly casually tossed aside for the next big thing. To my front, the newspaper in my hands, full of classifieds attracting any joe schmoe looking for the latest addiction more potent than any drug, natural or synthesized: a steady paycheck.

Pity they don’t advertise for killers in any newspaper. That was my job. Ex-cop. Ex-blade runner. Ex-killer.

My stomach rumbled, hollow with hunger. I looked at my watch. It was about the standard time for a meal. I stood up and adjusted the collar on my trench coat. The noodle bar I had my eyes on was just a few feet down the street. Any protection from the dreary dampness of the trickling rain was welcomed by anyone, especially me without an umbrella in a sea of them walking by. I stepped out from the canopy I had taken shelter under and made the journey using the folded-up newspaper as my umbrella. My black shoes clunked on the asphalt and splashed puddles up onto unsuspecting ankles.

The hum of a video blimp passed overhead and I looked up. It was showing the same tired advertisement of a family sitting back and grinning while their own top-of-the-line robotic servant did the housework. The cheery voice-over reiterated this, “Use your new friend as a personal body servant or a tireless field hand -- the custom tailored genetically engineered humanoid replicant designed especially for your needs!” Empty hope for those that couldn’t emigrate Off-World, whether for lack of money, or abundance of stubbornness. I envied those people. At least they had something to strive for-a better life, either for them or their fellow duck.

Like a fly to the light, I was drawn to the paper lanterns dangling over the metal canopy of the noodle bar. The magenta and cold blue in my peripheral gave way to the clinical white of the kitchen as I claimed an empty stool and shivered at a passing breeze. The chef was speaking Japanese at someone down the bar. Not my second, or even third or fourth language, but I could pick out a word here and there. A benefit of living in a melting pot. You knew every language and none of them at the same time.

As soon as he looked my way, I nodded at him and said, “Gimme four.” 

He gave me a curious look and said something I couldn’t understand. The only word I picked out was “two.” 

“No, four,” I corrected, holding up four fingers. “Two, two, four.” He repeated himself and I didn’t bother to press the issue, except to add, “And noodles.” I sat down, ignoring the next thing he said, whatever it was.

I was casually but emptily glancing about the joint when not 20 seconds later, a steaming bowl of soup was set down in front of me, two slices of some brown substitute protein floating atop the noodles. Reminding myself to brush up on my Japanese for next time, I snagged some chopsticks from a canister, broke them, and rubbed off the splinters. Sucking in a mouthful of noodles, I savored the broth’s salty umami (another stray word I knew). The rich flavor profile was a simple pleasure in a necessary step to sustaining a wayward life.

I heard strong footsteps approach and stop behind me. I recognized the tone of police-issued combat boots. A glance over my shoulder confirmed my suspicions. Duckburg PD. A voice spoke a potpourri of many languages. I bit into the soft protein and waved the chef over.

“Duckard-san,” the chef said, pointing to the cops, “He said you are under arrest.”

“Got the wrong guy, pal,” I responded loosely.

The voice said something different in the same mishmash of tongues, a side effect of the melting pot boiled over in this city.

“He said you are Blade Runner,” said the cook.

“Tell him I’m eating,” I insisted, slurping up more noodles. This was starting to get on my nerves, not that it wasn’t a common occurrence, up until the person behind me mentioned one name in his next jumbled sentence. The noodles turned mushy and acrid in my mouth. I turned slowly, taking in my persistent botherer in full uniform, his wiry hairs sticking out of a familiar maroon stocking cap poking out of his helmet. 

I should’ve known.

“Mallard, huh?”

“Hai!” said the cop.

I swallowed. 

Fishing my billfold from my coat, I paid the chef, tip included, and took the bowl with me. If a bluecoat beak was gonna steal me away from a good meal, I’d be darned if I’d just let it sit there to waste away. Poor chef worked hard enough for my chin-yen.

I followed the cop to his vehicle, a sleek, but rugged spinner parked in an alley next to the noodle bar. He had the courtesy to open the passenger door for me, and I stepped in, careful not to slosh my soup. He shut me in then got in himself. With the press of a button, the spinner hummed to life. Slowly, with a great hiss, we lifted off the ground, leaving the entire side street behind in a cloud of steam. The spinner joined the flowing traffic of flying vehicles traveling in between the tallest buildings in the city hundreds of feet above the riff-raff. Our view was surrounded by giant screens plastered with scantily clad ladies fondling the hottest soft drink, or the latest technological convenience. Cheap, but effective. The public needed some kind of distraction.

I slurped some soup noisily. “Been a while, Feth.”

“Hardheaded as ever, Don,” he said, tossing his helmet into the backseat and adjusting his wool cap.

“Y’know I wasn’t gonna make it easy for ya.” I understood every bit of gibberish that left his pointed bill at the noodle bar. Every cop worth their salt knew cityspeak, that funny amalgamation of Japanese, Italian, German, what have you.

“I’m just trying to do my job,” said Feth.

“And I quit mine. Guess one of us can’t get what they want.”

“Tell that to Mallard. He says it’s serious.”

“Must be if he upped you to the Blade Runner unit. Congrats, by the way.” I gestured toward him with the chopsticks, cynical honey coating my words.

“...not quite yet,” he said, eyes focused on the “road” ahead.

We didn’t speak much after that. Honestly, I felt sorry for ol’ Feth. He always seemed to me like the type that had to grow up too quickly, not that that type was uncommon these days. He always had some kind of odd new habit he was obsessed over, probably a fleeting attempt to hang on to some childlike sense of discovery and innocence. Hence why I was the one who had to babysit him on jobs more often than not. Well, there wasn’t gonna be time for that if he was looking to be a Blade Runner.

I thought I had gotten free of that life, free from skittering around this city’s underbelly like a roach. A killer is followed by ghosts, I suppose. Those ghosts seemed heck bent on throwing me back into the fray, and I had no energy to fight it. So I relished the last of my hot meal in Feth’s spinner, which was now descending onto one of many landing pads atop the octagonal column housing my former place of employment.

We touched down gently and Feth smiled at me, his bright eyes carrying heavy bags. “Welcome back, Don.”

“No red carpet?” I grunted as I exited the vehicle, leaving the empty bowl on the passenger seat, my last remnant of warm comfort in this cold, lifeless evening.

[pulaasul]

Kisaragi Gentaro Befriends the Universe - From Space Barney to a Copy of America's Ass

Gentarou found himself in the battle against Thanos, and of course, he helps them defeat Space Barney.

A/N: Special Thanks to @flaim-ita @dangerouscommiesubversive because their posts inspired this installment. Special thanks to @rainixdra​ for helping me make sense with some events within Endgame.

FFN I Ao3

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Gentaro exited the dimensional veil that the members of Foundation X conjured as he chased them, and the sight of a full-scale battle across an open field greeted him.

The combatants looked like the typical monsters he and his fellow Kamen Riders fought on a daily basis against humans or at least people who looked like the typical human being, humanoids as Kengo had described himself and Nadeshiko.

Up above were flying creatures, a group of them could be called robots, and the others were winged animals that had people riding them. They were fighting gigantic worm-like creatures that wreaked havoc across the battlefield.

The most troublesome in the whole scene were the things that were floating above the flying combatants and flying worms. They were the typical spaceships commonly found in sci-fi movies. There were a lot of smaller spaceships and a large one right above them.

All of the spaceships were firing lasers wherever on the ground, not caring if they hit their friends or their enemies.

Gentaro noticed that the orange circles above some people were protecting the fighters on the ground from the lasers that rained from above.

He nodded to himself and decided to destroy the spaceships in the sky.

He utilized his warping ability and inserted the Drill Astroswitch into his belt and activated it after pressing something on his chest plate.

"Rocket on."

"Drill on."

Fourze's right hand was changed into an orange rocket while his left leg transformed into a yellow drill.

"Limit Break"

"Rider Rocket Drill Kick!" Gentaro shouted

He used the propulsion of his rocket-hand and his suit and the penetrating power of his drill to deal a huge amount of damage to the spaceships, which were promptly finished off by a woman in fire who just plowed through all of them like they were butter.

As soon as the big spaceship and many of the smaller ones were destroyed, Gentaro equipped himself with the Launcher Module with the power of the Freeze Module and began firing missiles that froze anything it touched.

As he entered free fall, he immediately fired some freeze-powered missiles on the waterspout someone was maintaining to keep the place from being flooded and froze it, creating a barrier and pillar of ice between the lake and the ground below.

As soon as he landed he fired more freeze-powered missiles on the water in front of a person and promptly froze the entire lake to keep its pressure from destroying the ice wall that had been made by freezing the waterspout.

The person, someone who was like Haruto – Kamen Rider Wizard, nodded at him to which Fourze responded with his right thumb up.

Suddenly, everyone felt a huge shockwave and it knocked everyone down, including the Wizard that Gentaro had helped a moment ago.

Scanning the battlefield, Gentaro found three people fighting a person, a person who towered over their opponents and was purple all over, with everything they've got.

Another person joined the fray, and it was the lady on fire that had destroyed the spaceships earlier.

"We do not, and under any circumstances, are we going to let that purple giant get that gauntlet." The Haruto-like person floated beside Gentaro.

Gentaro would have asked if he could befriend the towering person, but from the looks of things, that person has already made his choice and Gentaro has decided on his.

Alongside the magician, Gentaro propelled himself towards the five people fighting, overtaking the magician's speed. The purple giant was able to throw all of his opponents away from him, then made an attempt at the gauntlet with glowing rocks on it.

"Giant Foot On."

Gentaro inserted another switch that caused his right foot to transform into an oversized red boot and immediately stomped on the ground. The resulting stomp materialized a construct of a really large boot stepping on the giant's back, knocking him down face-first on the ground.

The purple giant attempted to get up once more, only for Fourze to reapply another large foot on the being's back.

A man in a blue, white, and red suit immediately tried to grab the gauntlet with a lot of glowing ovals on it, only to fail as it was hoisted in the air by an invisible force.

"Winch on."

Fourze's left hand was equipped with a winch as soon as he activated another switch into his driver and clasped the gauntlet with his hook, preventing it from going towards the enemy.

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Gentaro found himself out of his Rider suit standing on water in a vast open space filled with orange light. He was facing five differently colored gems floating in front of him, giving off an ethereal glow.

He was in awe of what he was seeing.

He silently vowed to make them his friends.

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Gentaro shook his head as he found himself back in the battle with the hook of his winch holding onto the gauntlet with the infinity stones.

A person in red and gold armor, who was most likely this world's Kamen Rider, attempted to get to the gauntlet only to get thrown away by the same force that was carrying the gauntlet.

With Fourze's attention on the infinity stones, the purple giant, Thanos, grabbed the winch and pulled it, forcing him on a direct path to his opponent, and threw him to the man he assumed to be a Kamen Rider.

"Really?" Gentaro could hear the exasperation in the man's voice. "Not only did Space Barney throw me, he decided to throw discount Buzz Lightyear on top of me? I swear, the disrespect."

"Discount Buzz Lightyear?" Gentaro couldn't help but ask.

"Look, Buzz, I don't know who you are but we need to get that gauntlet away from the purple guy."

The man instructed. The man pointed at Thanos who was fighting the lady in flames.

"I have a plan, I noticed that you too have a propulsion system like mine," The man started. "On the count of three, we rush at him and our propulsion should be enough to push him away a few steps."

"Poru-poru-what?"

"The air coming out of your suit?"

"Oh, that!"

"Did you make that su- No that's for later, you get the plan?"

Gentaro simply flashed his right thumb.

"Good, one, two, three." The man began. "Go!"

Fourze and the other Rider propelled themselves at Thanos when a blue portal appeared behind the purple alien, sending the three of them out into space.

In hindsight, Gentaro should have probably told the other Kamen Rider about his ability to open warp gates before using his ability to transport the three of them a bit further away from Earth's satellites, but he didn't.

Gentaro was actually impressed that the other Rider was able to get his bearings and began firing lasers from every inch of their suit just to put some distance between Earth and the alien. He followed the other Rider's lead and was also firing missiles at the alien.

Thanos proved to be a powerful opponent and was able to endure all the hits he took from Fourze's missiles and the other Rider's lasers. He was able to fashion himself something to defend himself from the trash that were floating in space and eventually used them to propel himself, with the aid of the explosions from Fourze's missiles, to both masked warriors.

Gentaro was able to dodge the incoming alien but the other Rider wasn't so lucky. He did not hesitate to open another warp gate back to where they came from because he knew if he did not, the other Rider and Thanos would have burned when they fall back to Earth.

Fourze pushed the two fighting combatants into the portal he just created and found himself rolling onto the ground from where they were fighting earlier.

Thanos was able to gain his composure and saw that the gauntlet was in another person's hands. He immediately grabbed the man in red and gold armor and had forgone beating the man to a pulp in favor of throwing him to the person holding the gauntlet.

Gentaro realized what Thanos was going to do and immediately rushed towards the purple giant in an effort to stop him only for him to be thwarted and be thrown to the other side and two more were thrown on top of him for good measure: one was wearing a red cape and the other was the same man in a blue, red, and white suit earlier.

Thanos grabbed the gauntlet and immediately wore it. He was about to snap his fingers when he was kneed to the ground by the flaming lady.

Thanos attempted to retaliate but the flaming lady was overpowering him. She floated over him while still holding his gauntlet-ed hand and pulled her fist with the intention of punching him to the ground.

Thanos retrieved one of the stones from the gauntlet and enclosed it in his free hand and punched the flaming lady a few yards away towards a huge stone debris, cracking it.

With no more interruptions, Thanos returned the stone back to the gauntlet and fixed it on his hand.

The only Rider in the area, whose helmet had been removed in all the chaos, tackled Thanos to the ground only to be backhanded aside by the purple being's free hand.

"I am inevitable." Thanos declared.

The towering alien raised his gauntlet-ed hand.

And

Snapped his fingers.

But

Nothing happened.

Thanos snapped his fingers once more, to no avail. He looked at the back of his gauntlet only to find the stones missing.

"And" The helmetless Rider started as he raised his right hand.

The stones were on the Rider's right arm, slowly but surely snaking their way up toward the man's armored hand.

"I"

The helmetless Rider glared at Thanos.

"Am"

The stones were positioned into their spots and glowed as power coursed through the man's body.

"Ironman."

The man snapped his fingers.

The effect was instantaneous.

All of Thanos's forces began to disintegrate to dust that would fly freely with the wind. From the damaged spaceship to the flying creatures to the number of mook soldiers the purple alien had.

All of them turned to dust.

Gentaro watched as the two people who were thrown on top of him regained consciousness and stood up.

As Gentaro watched the enemies disintegrate into dust, he realized something.

He immediately placed a switch on his driver that transformed his left leg into a faucet and then pressed something on his chest.

"Water On."

"Medical On."

"Rocket On."

Fourze flew up and sprayed water all over the battlefield, with the water module equipped on his left foot, and the rocket module on his right hand. He made sure that his fellow Kamen Rider would be doused with water more than the others.

Kengo had explained to him that if he combined the effects of the medical module with the water or even the net module, it could provide cure or relief to anyone suffering, and right now, he's hoping that every one of his buds would be alright once they were doused with water.

The part of the armor that housed the Infinity Stones broke off of the man's armor as the four people in front of Fourze's supposed fellow Kamen Rider were shedding tears with smiles on their faces.

Hopefully, Gentaro prevented the worst-case scenario.

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Gentaro woke up and found himself lying on a very comfortable bed. He could hear people talking in English.

This fact confused him, before the only language he can hear was Japanese but now he was hearing things in English.

"Ah, he's awake." A man in a white coat and blue button-up shirt went inside his room. "Tell me, do you know where you are?"

Gentaro couldn't understand a lick of anything that was said.

"Me do not know English." Gentaro replied with the meager amount of English words he knew.

Gentaro could see the confusion on the man's face, if he remembered correctly, he was the person who was like Haruto and did all that magic stuff from the water spout…

Wait, how long was he unconscious?

Hmm, that's strange…" The man continued on, not that Gentaro could understand any word that was said. "I certainly remember hearing you speaking in English during the battle, I'll have to find someone who's fluent in Japanese."

As soon as the man in a white lab coat, blue button-up shirt, black slacks, and black shoes left the room, Gentaro was able to get a look around the room he was in.

The room was all white, it looked like he was in the hospital. There were hints of color inside the room, from the painting beside the door to a gray or silver thing right in front of him.

The clothes he wore while he was in the Kyurangers' world were gone and were replaced by a white gown.

Suddenly, a bald woman entered the room and greeted Gentaro, holding up a silver tablet.

"Hello, I'm Aneka, I was told to help you with the language barrier."

"I'm Kisaragi Gentaro, do you all know I was the one inside the sky-blue rocket-like suit?"

"That's correct," Aneka nodded as she swiped on her tablet. "Nice to meet you, Kisaragi-san."

"Let me introduce myself, I'm Kisaragi Gentaro, Kamen Rider Fourze." He ended his introduction by slick-ing the side of his hair backward before offering his hand.

Out of courtesy, Aneka took the hand only to be flabbergasted when she was subjected to Gentaro's signature handshake. It was like the special handshake that the King and Princess had.

"If I may be so bold to ask, Kisaragi-san, what were you doing at the Avenger's compound?" Aneka asked.

"Ah, that? I was chasing some bad guys from another universe and the next thing I know was getting involved in the fight against Thanos." Gentaro answered. "My friends were having so much trouble and I could, not, just not help."

"I see…" Aneka hummed when something from on her body rang. "Sorry, I need to attend to other matters."

"It's fine." Gentaro offered a smile.

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Sometime later, Gentaro met with some of the universe's heroes, and was introduced to them, and were also subjected to Gentaro's signature handshake. Everything was made possible with Aneka's assistance of breaching the language barrier.

With his translator's help, Gentaro was able to tell everyone what he had told Aneka earlier.

"Eh? He's not a Kamen Rider?" Gentarou exclaimed.

"He's called Ironman," Aneka translated for her king. "Although I can see why you'd mistake him as one considering you wear armor similar to his."

"We need to rebuild the machine and return the stones from when we took them." A hulking green giant stated.

"We know, Bruce, but with Tony out of commission, it's going to have to take a backseat." The man in a blue, white, and red suit shook his head.

"Besides, when the Japanese's belt fell off, it stuck to the stones like glue and anyone who tries to remove one from the other will get shocked."

"Belt? What about my belt?"

"So when your sky-blue suit disappeared, the ornate belt you were wearing fell off from your waist and was stuck to the hand armor that housed the infinity stones," Aneka translated for the green giant. "Anyone who tries to remove the belt from the hand armor was getting mild shocks."

"Can I take a look?"

"Dr. Strange did say he was in good health, just exhausted, we should consult him before making a decision." T'challa stated.

"The king says that we need to see someone and ask if you could look at the stones and the belt." Aneka summarized her king's words.

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As soon as Gentaro looked at the Fourze Driver, he immediately knew what his next move was, and that was to remove the Fourze Driver from the table, which he immediately did.

"Wha-'

"Oh, everyone's speaking in Japanese now."

"Interesting," The Hulk hummed. "So that belt acts as a universal translator for you and enables you to speak the language of who you are talking to."

"I can hear him speaking in Xhosa." T'challa nodded his head.

"That certainly proves a point." Dr. Strange nodded.

"As I understand, you came from another world and were chasing your brand of villains to this one before getting involved in the fight against Thanos." Captain America voiced out.

"That's right," Gentaro grinned. "I wasn't aware of what they were doing until they kidnapped me so that I could aid in their escape in the future."

"It's no doubt because of that blue portal that appeared during your fight with Thanos." Dr. Strange concluded.

"Do you have an idea on how to track the villains you were chasing?"

"Sadly, no." Gentaro admitted. "I'll only be able to track them once they use their ability to travel to another universe."

"It's not magic?"

"No, it's not." Gentaro shook his head.

"Tell us about these villains that you were chasing." Falcon prompted.

And with that Gentaro told everyone in the room about an organization called Foundation X and how they were called the merchants of death.

"So Hydra wannabes." Falcon stated his distaste.

"It's bad enough that they have access to things that revive monsters and generals that have already been defeated."

"Rest up, Gentaro," The Hulk patted the Japanese teacher. "We'll help you in tracking this Foundation X."

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Days passed, and Gentaro finally got a lead about Foundation X. They had claimed to be members of Damage Control but they matched the clothing Gentaro said they would wear as their uniform.

Some people had contacted the Avengers and the King of Wakanda about suspicious individuals who fit Gentaro's description of Foundation X.

Both Captain America and Ironman, once he was briefed on what's happening, suggested that they inform the US government about this group of white-clothed men because Foundation X has a chance of being capable of replicating what was done to Captain America.

Apparently, Captain America had relatively the same story as the first among the Kamen Riders, Kamen Rider Ichigou.

"Fighting an army of America's ass isn't my kind of hobby." Ironman quipped.

Once everything got settled, including making sure that Ironman stayed in bed, Dr. Strange made a circular orange portal that led them back to the Avengers' compound.

The battlefield where the fight against Thanos happened.

"Of course, Fourze is here!" A man in white clothes cussed.

"The sample we got should be enough." Another one yelled. "We need to go!"

"Oh no, you don't!" Gentaro exclaimed. "Henshin!"

Gentaro transformed into Fourze Base states and rushed towards the Foundation X grunts when monstrous beings erupted from the ground.

"This time, they're using Yummies?"

"I believe you haven't told us about Yummies." The Hulk prompted.

"They're not the enemies I faced back when I was really active in fighting against them but from what I've been told, we are fighting against white Yummies and they're born from human desires."

"Does nothing happen to the people they're born from?" Dr. Strange questioned as he blocked a strike with a solid magic circle.

"No, no side-effects to them."

"They're not sentient?" Hawkeye asked.

"No."

"Very well."

What followed next was the destruction of the white yummy army that the members of Foundation X haphazardly made. Their numbers thinned before any of them could step off of the Avengers compound.

They were cornered.

Surrender yourselves, we have your group surrounded," Captain America stepped forward. "We promise nothing harmful will come to you if you surrender."

"This is a good experiment as any," One Foundation X member hissed at his companion. "Quick give me one vial of the blood."

"But sir, it'd only be destroyed with Fourze around!" The other hissed back.

"I know that, we're just stalling for time."

As the Avengers and Fourze waited for the cornered Foundation X members to respond, they were immediately on guard when one of them smeared some red liquid onto a Cell Medal and inserted it into his head.

A blue, red, and white yummy was born from the foundation X member. It staggered forward before it shouted and rushed toward Captain America.

"This one is quite strong," Captain America grunted. "A lot stronger than the ones we fought earlier."

Suddenly, more yummies erupted from the ground and distracted everyone from the fleeing Foundation X members.

"They are weak but they are harder to destroy." Black Panther commented.

"They get knocked down but they stand back up." The Hulk agreed.

"I'm worried about the Yummy Captain America is fighting," Dr. Strange blasted one yummy away from him. "They did something for it to be able to match his strength."

"Go!" The Hulk grabbed the three yummies that pursued Dr. Strange. "Analyze it."

Dr. Strange nodded as he flew towards Captain America and the yummy he was fighting and moved his magic-circle-engulfed hands in an attempt to make sense of the enemy Captain America was fighting.

"No!" Doctor Strange gasped.

"What's wrong?" Black Panther kicked two yummies away from him.

"That yummy is the same as Captain America, a super soldier." Doctor Strange assisted the star-spangled hero and blasted it away, giving Captain America some kind of breather.

"What do you mean?" Hawkeye shot three yummies in their heads.

"The red liquid it was smeared with earlier contained Captain America's blood."

"Which means it's the same as a Super Soldier." The Hulk concluded.

"Cosmic On."

"Leave him to me." Gentaro stated as his suit changed color from white to sky-blue.

Fourze spun in place and slashed the yummies he was fighting, destroying them in an explosion. He then rushed to the yummy Captain America was fighting as a blue portal opened up behind the yummy and it inside the portal.

As they exited the portal, Gentaro found himself in space, with his opponent flailing to get to somewhere but to no avail.

An orange rocket was equipped on Gentaro's hand and a yellow drill was equipped on his leg.

"Rider Rocket Drill Kick!" Gentaro exclaimed

Fourze used the propulsion of his rocket to rush toward his enemy and used his drill-equipped leg to pierce through his enemy.

As soon as Gentaro was back on Earth, he was greeted by the Avengers destroying the yummies in fiery explosions as a team, ending it with the Hulk punching them.

Gentaro scanned the field, and sure enough, he found the foundation X members scurrying toward a helicopter.

However before any of them could even board the helicopter, Gentaro saw The Hulk leap and landed on the helicopter's tail all the while grabbing the pilot and co-pilot's clothes and pulling them to safety.

Another orange portal opened and came out another person.

"Col. Rhodes," Black Panther greeted.

"King T'challa," The suited man nodded. "I got the okay for keeping these foundation X stooges in Wakanda custody."

"You can refer to Ayo on securing these people."

"As you wish, King T'challa." A voice gave her ascent as multiple women in red and gold garb began taking the members of Foundation X away."

"That was a nice save!" Gentaro grinned.

"All in a day's work for a military personnel," The named Col. Rhodes shook his head. "I still haven't thanked you for saving Tony's life."

"Of course! Anything for my buds!" Gentaro grinned as he stretched out his hand.

"Buds?"

Col. Rhodes cautiously accepted the offered hand only to be thrown for a loop when he wasn't greeted with a normal handshake, but rather a unique one.

"Don't worry, Col." Hawkeye stepped forward. "We were just as surprised as you when we were subjected to his brand of handshake at first."

"Okay?"

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"So what have we got on the canvasses here?" An unarmored Ironman walked into a room watching an interrogation of Foundation X members.

"Canvasses?" Captain America, wearing civilian clothes, questioned.

"Them?" Ironman pointed at the people getting interrogated with a raised eyebrow. "These men in white doing some voodoo shit or something.

"They're tough nuts to crack," Hawkeye commented. "They haven't said a word, not even in a different language."

"Are we sure they didn't take any pills to silence themselves?"

"One attempted but Dr. Strange managed to get all of the pills inside their mouths and destroyed them."

"What about you, rocket head, what's the deal about them?"

"Rocket head? Me?" Gentaro pointed at himself at the new nickname he received.

"Who else? You're the one who looks like a rocket with your armor on." Ironman replied cheekily.

"Weren't you informed?" Captain America frowned.

"I was, but I want the story to come from him." Ironman pointed at Gentaro.

"Me?"

Tony nodded.

Gentaro obliged a retold everyone how he came to this universe.

"So a multiverse, huh?"

"I don't know about whatever-verse, but they took me from my Earth so that they can try to control me and help them escape every time."

"That is a good strategy," Ironman nodded. "You have the power to create portals to wherever you want to go, you would make a fancy getaway person."

"How did you escape them?" Dr. Strange asked.

"My friends in that universe saved me." Gentaro grinned.

Before any further discussion could occur, a Wakandan interrogator was slammed to the wall as an aurora curtain appeared in front of Gentaro and the others.

"What in the-"

"Did you lot at least get the samples I asked of you?" A person exited the veil and broke the captured Foundation X member free from their restraints.

"Had to use one of the American Captain's," The captured member rubbed their wrists in an attempt to ease the pain on them. "Fourze's here and he's given the heroes of this world intel about us."

"I knew we shouldn't have even attempted to use a Shocker Rider for this," The other member growled. "No matter, we still have more blood samples from the American Captain to use, where are the other samples?"

The captured member simply pointed at the table that was littered with small vials of debris, that presumably contained DNA samples of the world's heroes.

"On no, you don't!" Gentaro burst through the wall, after transforming into his white suit, and immediately grabbed the hand that was going for the vials of debris.

"Kamen Rider Fourze," the man observed. "I knew it was a mistake attempting to use one of you Riders for this operation."

"And I'm thankful for it, this way you can't hurt any of my buds any longer." Gentaro growled out.

"Grab the vials!"

"Oh no, you don't!"

The Avengers made short work of the attackers and neutralized all of them.

T'challa made sure his subject was okay before asking someone else to bring the interrogator somewhere to be treated.

"Tch, these white yummies are so weak." The Foundation X member fighting Gentaro clicked their tongue. "No matter, we just need to overwhelm them with numbers."

As if on cue, more and more yummies, filed out of the aurora veil and began attacking the Avengers. Whenever one of the yummies fall, three more took it's place.

"We need to cut through them!" Black Panther called out as he unleashed the stored kinetic energy from within his suit, blowing the yummies away from him.

"What about the people inside them?"

"They're separate from their hosts." Gentaro assured Iron Man.

"Is it alright?" Ironman couldn't help but ask.

"We'll suffer more casualties if we don't."

"You asked for it," Iron Man stated as he fired a laser blast through their enemies, piercing through the wall of the interrogation room.

"We need to get out of here!"

"Not until we get those vials."

As the combatants fought, someone sneakily walked past everyone who was fighting and went toward the pedestal where the vials were deposited.

Captain America immediately noticed that someone was by the pedestal and immediately threw his shield towards the wall and made it ricochet towards the pedestal, forcing the Foundation X member to duck, and destroyed the vials as a result.

"No!" The Foundation X member Gentaro was fighting kicked Fourze out of his way and made his way back to the veil, releasing the captive Foundation X members along the way. "This was a failure, we need to fall back, now!"

"Wha- but!"

"Now!"

Everyone in white uniform nodded as they escaped to the veil.

The Avengers attempted to give chase but a new wave of yummies exited the veil and began to overwhelm the Avengers.

"Decade on."

Fourze's one leg turned magenta with Decade's face on his knee. He stomped once and stopped the decay of the curtain. As soon as he made sure that his ticket of following the enemies was in place, he immediately helped the Avengers clean up and defeated all of the yummies until nothing came through.

"You should follow them," Black Panther offered.

"Don't worry about us, we'll handle things here." Iron Man assured.

"Are you sure?"

"Buds help each other out, right?" Hawkeye gave Fourze a big smile.

"Thanks a lot!" Gentaro bowed at the heroes of this world before chasing after the members of Foundation X through the aurora curtain.

"So, Gandalf, what do you think?"

Everyone was finished fighting their respective sets of monsters, which soon caused mini explosions, leaving nothing in their wake.

"I am a sorcerer, not a wizard, Stark," Dr. Strange rolled his eyes. "As for your question, I know that their means of travel to different transportation isn't mystical in nature."

"Alien origin, then?" Professor Hulk offered.

"He did claim to be rescued by aliens." Hawkeye added.

"No," Dr. Strange shook his head. "It's hard to pinpoint, but that power originated in a different world. It's like there's a rift in space and you just arrived at your destination."

"So it's like your means of transportation, then?" Black Panther asked.

"Yes, but instead of places in this universe, it's other universes." Dr. Strange nodded.