#okie I should go eat and then uh try to work on making a game

[chibishortdeath]

I got a new sketchbook since I filled one recently :3c. Shout out to suddenly getting a ton of energy and drawing bizarre fanart at 1 am 💀💀💀.

I’m putting the more violent ones under a cut even if the post is already tw tagged because of the subject matter being a bit dark d(^^ ).

Along with explanations for all of them of course!

⚠️tw for self harm and burning past this point⚠️

First one (before the cut) is just some pose practice. Simon’s just sitting, all sad and mopey. There’s also a little chibi doodle of him in the bottom corner and a little pose armature in the top corner for a pose I didn’t even end up drawing whoops lol. I feel like I drew his face a little differently than I usually do in this one :O. Idk how that happened lol.

This one is to show the differences in anatomy between each game! The curse takes a lot out of him, poor guy, so he’s a bit less jacked than usual 😔. Well, more specifically he doesn’t have as much of a layer of protective fat anymore. And he’s also very tired :(. But yeah, this is just a reference I’ll look back at to keep this detail consistent! I was going to put scar reference on it too, but I completely forgot and eh it mighta made it kinda hard to make out anyway d(- - ).

I drew this side profile of Simon while watching a video talking about lost media stuff. I think the image I based it on was something Saki Sanobashi related, idk I just liked the vibes of the hair being blown back by wind and got inspired :). And yes I know that Saki is probably a hoax 💀💀💀💀💀, I didn’t have much interest in it tho tbh, besides just hoping something lost gets found in general. Lost media videos are honestly great for putting on as background noise when drawing :)

Simon is totally me when I have a crisis and cover my face with my hands, but make sure one eye is visible and miraculously out of shadow for dramatic effect!!!

Ok spookier stuff time, first of the below the cut drawings. This one is based on how sometimes vampires are depicted as being able to drain someone from long distances or beyond the grave. Dracula is mean, and Simon is suffering from the curse, the usual. Augh I actually need to do things cause I keep thinking of a cool scene of Simon having a weird Dracula nightmare and then waking up to see it wasn’t a dream, and that’s tropey as hell, but it’s spooky!!! Do you see my vision?

This is a depiction of like what happens with a game over or something :O. Like an absolute worst possible outcome: Simon dies and Dracula is unsealed and fully regenerated. I basically just took is Simon’s Quest design and then rehydrated it and tada, Dracula is no longer a skeleton— He ends up looking way more like Vlad the Impaler in this outfit hmmm. Also, unrelated, but a friend of mine mistook Dracula for Jesus in this drawing 💀💀💀.

Oh boy, edgy depictions of uh a lot of not being very kind to yourself themes. Idk how else to describe this one other than ya know when you get really mad at your past self for making a mistake or the wrong decision that you could’ve only known about in hindsight? Also in part the fear of actually becoming a vampire at the end of all of this? And I guess a bit of feeling like it’s your own fault, you’re the one that keeps shooting yourself in the foot, but I feel like he’d also attribute getting hit by Dracula in the first place as his fault too… hmm just a lot of very sad things going on, this one was definitely a later 1 am time drawing, maybe 1:40 or something. I think what I draw at night is further proof to not trust you when you’re tired; I get weirdly existential at night and then it’s totally fine in the morning. Simon! Just sleep! Stop overthinking!!! You’ll be ok!!!

This one I debated putting up at all cause it’s graphic and not finished (TwT ;). But it was a rare drawing of Simon smiling that didn’t look uncanny, which is kinda ironic because Simon this is not the time to be smiling—! That is also wayyy too far for just the Dracula ritual, you really only need a tiny amount to open the seal, but I’ll cut him some slack cause he is a bit at wits end by this point. I’d say maybe he’s smiling because he thinks he finally won, but tbh I thought of it more like when things are just so bad you start laughing. Like Dracula just rose from the altar and the morbid irony of it all is just so absurd, the irony that you did everything right and fought tooth and nail (Dracula’s to be exact lol) to stop it and here it is happening anyway. I wanna give this guy a weighted blanket and a bowl of warm soup—

These last two are based on what could’ve happened to him. The Grey ending is pretty much usually considered the “worst”, but they’re all nearly interchangeable, especially in the Japanese version. For example: the western release really makes the Blue ending seem like he died and didn’t kill Dracula, but it’s a lot more that he just died doing it in the original, which is to say that it’s kinda like the Grey ending just with a different eulogy— Anyway, the Grey ending is the only one that doesn’t show Simon at Dracula’s grave, so I’ve always taken it as he didn’t make it out of the castle basement. And well, setting Dracula on fire is a pretty common way to kill him so uh um, R.I.P. I’ve got a couple ideas for alternate comic endings to say the least. I might honestly just depict all of them and leave it entirely up to the reader which one happened because it doesn’t change much— Though this also has me thinking of how him surviving would work now. The curse would definitely have left some lasting effects, you don’t just magically stop having been rotted, sleep deprived, and whatever else it did. Idk I picture him being like Renfield levels of lost it afterwards if that makes sense… that could also be a pretty solid explanation for why his story isn’t told correctly and the cycle repeats with Maxim later; it’d be a pretty traumatic thing to talk about tbh. Ok but yappersvile over, next doodle 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

Aside from the burnt doodle that’s uh same explanation as the above (R.I.P.), the other two are just a little head angle and expression practice and one tiny one towards the top that’s Dracula being all spooky ghost vampire, but I didn’t like how it was looking and gave up on it 💀💀💀. It’s very hard to draw a vampire attacking someone and not have it look kinda awkward or unreadable. Tbh I struggle putting two characters in one image anyway because I have to draw the anatomy lines for both of them and they end up getting really hard to tell apart when one is behind another, one character suddenly isn’t proportional compared to the other, or you find out one of them isn’t tall enough for the pose you had in mind (>~< ). So anyway Dracula was accidentally way too short all of a sudden and I couldn’t figure out how to draw his torso without making a completely incomprehensible blob behind Simon oof.

Okie, it’s lunch time, bye :3!

[peanutpinet]

Lucas (mafia leader) x Reader (female)

A/N: I had this thought for days now and was like, ya know, just let it out. This is my first NCT (?) WayV (?) fanfic? Scenario? Yea XD For those who have read my past fanfics/scenarios, you know how horrible I am in explaining XD but yea, essentially I just imagine that you, the reader are a uni student whilst Lucas is part of the NCT mafia, "leader" of the WayV unit (I know Kun is technically the leader, but just for the sake of the story), okie, leggo

Sighing in defeat, you gathered all your books, stationery and some clothing before sneakily going out of your dorm and to your boyfriend's apartment since he gave you the spare key, saying that it was for emergencies or whenever you wanted to come over.

After texting Lucas that you were heading to his apartment, you went to grab a cab and head there. Truth be told, you never really went there and only got the address from Lucas. Which is why upon arriving, your jaw nearly dropped when you saw his apartment; even making sure whether the address Lucas gave last time was the exact one and making a mental note to yourself to look up things beforehand.

Upon arriving, you felt like you just came from the countryside to the big city. You went to the front desk and inform them who were you looking for, handing in your ID card and was immediately directed to the elevator, one of the securities pressing the highest floor of the elevator and left you in the elevator on your own.

Just when you thought that it couldn't get any fancier, the minute you stepped out of the elevator, you were amazed at the decor and the fact that there was only one door made it even grander. Taking out the key Lucas gave you, you were actually hoping that it wasn't the correct one and Lucas just sent you the wrong address but as it turns out, the key fits and you took a deep breath, walking into the room.

But on Lucas' side, he actually didn't receive your text message. So, the second he heard someone coming into his suite, he was already reaching for his gun because he wasn't really expecting anyone to come. But as soon as he heard your signature nervous voice, he felt relieved but worried at the same time. Did something happen to you?

"Lucas? Ar-are you in here? The people at the front desk just directed me here. I uh sent you a text" you called out

"I'm here sweetheart. Now, what brings you here at this late hour? Is there anyone I should be concern with?" Lucas stated, coming out of his bedroom

"Huh? Wow. I mean, no. Sorry, it's my first time here. I uh, I was just wondering if I could stay for the night. The dorm was so loud that I couldn't study nor sleep" you admitted, trying to avoid eye contact with Lucas, thinking that it was a lame excuse to come over

"Of course you can. I gave you the spare key for a reason, didn't I? Uh, sorry about the mess and all. I didn't expect you to come. I didn't receive any messages. C'mere sweetheart" Lucas mentioned, giving a hand motion for you to go to him

"Really?! I could've sworn I...(looks at your phone) I forgot to click the send button" you sighed, hitting your head as you went over to Lucas

"Hey, hey. Don't do that. You'll hurt your brain even more. No harm sweetheart. My place is yours. Come. I'll order some McDonalds as well if you'd like" Lucas cooed, bringing you into his office

"Damn. Two desktops?! Bro and this processor is the latest one?!" you commented, placing your bag down and immediately inspecting his desk

"Sometimes I play some games with the guys. Feel free to use it if you'd like. Lemon tea or coke?" Lucas asked, scrolling through his phone

"Lemon tea, no ice. It's worth the money better. Are you sure I can study here? Am I not disturbing you?" you questioned, sitting on the chair

"Not at all, sweetheart. It's almost 10pm. I'm done with work. You're free to use my computer. I've ordered your favourites already. I'm going to go for a shower for a bit. Feel free to turn on some music as well, alright? And please don't study for too long. I worry you'll hurt that gorgeous head of yours" Lucas chuckled, kissing your forehead before leaving you in his study room

After settling, putting on some music with your account (which was already in Lucas' Spotify), you grabbed your books and stationery then started to study for your finals. In the midst of it, you heard Lucas coming in with McDonalds; wearing a plain T-shirt and sweats.

Because there was only one chair in his office, with your consent, Lucas placed you on his lap as he was feeding you McDonalds whilst scrolling through his phone, occasionally leaning his head on your back as he does so.

After finishing the food, Lucas was about to get up and cleaned up so you could study a bit better since he knew you didn't like a messy space but when he felt your head slightly leaning backwards, he questioned whether you were already sleepy or not.

"What's wrong love? Tired?" Lucas murmured as he placed his chin on your neck, wrapping his long arms around your waist

"Huh? Oh? Sorry. I didn't realise I was leaning back" you yawned, scrubbing your eyes but Lucas stopped the motion

"Don't. Your eyes will get irritated. I think it's about time you sleep, hmm?" Lucas commented, tucking a hair behind your ear as he kissed the side of your cheek

"Hmm. I guess so" you sighed, leaning onto Lucas's chest

"Alright princess, let me just shut everything off. Kay, let's go to bed" Lucas chuckled, carrying your small figure in his arms and tucking you into his bed before going to the other side of the bed

The next morning, you were woken up by the sound of your phone's alarm but just stayed in bed whilst scrolling through your phone until you realised that you had exams that starts in 45 minutes. Immediately, you got up and went back to the study room to grab your clothes, without even calling out to Lucas and head to the bathroom to get ready.

After getting ready, you were so ready to rush out the door and call a cab until Lucas finally called out to you. Once you told him that your exam was starting in literally 15 minutes, he just chuckled and told you that he'll drive you there; which was a first since all this time, you guys just have dates near your campus since your dorm had strict rules and Lucas would just walk you there (A/N: how you guys met is a story for next time, lol).

After packing some food for you, Lucas grabbed his car keys in one hand and your hand in the other, making your way down to the parking lot where your jaw also almost dropped again since the car Lucas owned is probably enough to pay your whole entire undergraduate life.

Whilst in the car, Lucas told you to eat so you wouldn't be hungry during the exam. He also mentioned that he'll come to pick you up to celebrate finishing your finals since he knew that you've been stressing over this last final for weeks; saying that he'll treat you out.

Once you've arrived, Lucas pulled you to give a slight peck on your forehead, encouraging you to do well in your finals and that he'll see you right after you're done. You smiled and thank him. Getting out of the car, you saw nearly the whole campus that was by the front gate staring at you; even your friends were stunned before rushing to you, managing to get a glimpse at Lucas who just smiled before leaving.

"Gurl!! I knew your boyfriend was hot, but well off? You definitely hit the jackpot!!" one of your friends blurted

"Sis!! Can we save the conversation for later? I need to get this exam over with first" you bargained

"Okay, okay, good luck with your exams!! I'll see you later!!" your friend exclaimed as you went to your exam hall

Thankfully, the exam wasn't as hard as you'd thought. You didn't know if it's because Lucas actually helped you study since he actually knew the subject or something else but you were glad to finally be done with it. After the exam, you got a text from Lucas, saying that he'll be running a bit late which you didn't mind. Your friend, who was also done with her exam, came to your exam hall and didn't spare a second before plastering with all sorts of questions.

Asking you where you've been the night before since you weren't at your dorm; and when you told her you were at Lucas' place, she squealed, asking if you guys did anything spicy which you immediately cut her off, saying that you just went there to study because the rooms near yours were getting too loud and rowdy.

You also explained how kind and caring Lucas was; despite the amount of work he had to deal with, he was still soft when it came to you. Ordering your favourites from McDonalds, letting you just barged into his apartment whenever and even using whatever he had; hearing this, all your friend can do was just squeal, saying that Lucas was the perfect boyfriend.

And right on cue, Lucas texted you saying that he's almost at the front gate. Your friend saw your smile and teased the heck out of you before letting you off just because she supported your relationship; knowing that you had a rough past and it was nice to finally see you happy with someone; someone that genuinely cares about you.

But of course, life ain't that easy. Because just as you were skidding along the halls to the front gate, you accidentally bumped into someone and dropped your phone. You immediately apologised about to get your phone when the person you bumped into stepped on your phone. Looking up, you met with the campus' miss popular with her boyfriend.

"Can you please let go. I really have to go now" you sighed, looking up

"Can't your boyfriend get you another one? Oh wait, is he the one that you're meeting? Honestly, I dunno what he sees in you. Oh wait, I think I do. He's probably just in it to play around or probably did it because of a bet" the girl scoffed but you were just not having it and shoved her feet off, nearly falling if it weren't for her boyfriend being there

After getting your phone, you were about to make a run for it before she grabbed your hair, pulling you back and making you fall; calling you names and all. When you got back to your feet again, she nearly slapped you when you got ahold of her hand about to push her back when her boyfriend came and took your hand, twisting it behind your back, allowing an opening for her to get a good punch out of you.

It felt like forever since you were trapped between the two "bullies" of your campus and for Lucas, it meant something was wrong. It's been almost 30 minutes since he arrived and called you but there was no answer at all. Frustrated, he called Winwin to track your phone as he went in to find you; thinking that you were held captive by one of NCT's enemy.

When he did see you, he felt a slight relief that it wasn't one of NCT's enemy but he was still very much pissed at the sight. When the girl was about to hit you for like the 15th time, Lucas grabbed ahold of her arm, throwing her to the floor before looking at her boyfriend who turns out to be one of the bartenders in one of NCT's bars.

"B-boss..." the man stammered, letting go of your hand as you almost dropped if it weren't for Lucas catching you

"You better come to work tonight. We'll have a lil discussion about respect? Hmm? Make sure everyone comes. Or I'll just have to report Taeyong about this" Lucas growled, making the man cowered in fear

"N-no sir. Everyone will come tonight" the man stuttered as Lucas stood up, holding your figure firmly in his arms

"Good. Wouldn't want to make a big deal out of this hmm? Oh, and do bring your girlfriend while I take mine to treat the wounds you both caused" Lucas scoffed, bringing you out of the campus

Once you've reached his car, he gently placed you and put your seatbelt on before going to the driver's seat. Once he was in, he called Kun, telling him what happened and that he's planning to have a meeting later tonight in the bar. After the call, Lucas took your hand in his, stroking your knuckles as he drove back to his apartment.

Upon arriving, he helped you get out of the car and into his apartment. Inside, he brought you to his room before going to the bathroom and grabbing some medicine for your bruised face and cut on the lips. Lucas treated all your wounds as gently as possible, worrying that he might accidentally hurt you, treating you as if you're as fragile as an egg.

After he was done, he threw all the cotton buds and ordered some food for the both of you; knowing that you will tell him whenever you're ready. He put his hoodie onto you before bringing you to the living room to cuddle and just watch the whole day. Occasionally, food will come and it was all from your favourite restaurants.

After the next 5th Disney movie ended, you told Lucas that you wanted to take a shower and he told you that you can borrow any of his clothes. He even said that he'll run you a bath but you told him that you were just going to take a light shower which Lucas didn't mind. Whilst you were showering, Lucas prepared a T-shirt and shorts along with the hoodie you were just wearing.

After your shower and putting on the clothes Lucas prepared, Lucas came and redid the medicine on your wounds before going back to watching some heart-warming movies on the bed. Feeling better, you decided to tell Lucas what happened and whilst it seemed that he was calm, his mind was off wondering the endless possibilities of teaching the two that harm you; whether it'd be physically or mentally.

Either way, Lucas listened to all your rambles, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, leaning you onto his chest, giving kisses on your forehead, cheeks and occasionally your neck, chuckling when he saw you flustered; basically making you 10x better, treating you like a queen up until you fell asleep.

When you did fall asleep, he gently tucked you into bed, kissing your forehead, smiling at your sleeping figure before leaving the room to the bar where he was more than ready to make the two-person harmed you suffer; not forgetting to ask Hendery and Yangyang to come over to watch over you.

"Sleep tight sweetheart. I'll be back before you know it, alright? No one treats my queen like trash and gets away with it" Lucas mumbled, kissing your forehead as he left as quietly as possible

and let's just say that everyone in the bar that night experienced a side of Lucas that no one would like to see or hear ever again.

"Try and lay a finger on her again, I won't be so nice next time" Lucas scoffed, seeing all the staff looked down, especially the two-person who hurt you

A/N: I hope that this was alright but yea, this fanfic has been stuck in my head for days

[intheticklecloset]

Big Windup Coffee Shots #1-10

A collection of the Big Windup sentence starters/coffee shots I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories. Most are Mihashi/Abe centered.

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1) Lee Abe, Ler Mihashi

“Yes,” Abe said absentmindedly, then realized who he was talking to and quickly retracted. “I mean, no!”

Tajima smirked at him. “Well, which is it? Yes or no?”

“Y-Yes, but…” Abe hesitated. He glanced around the dugout. Everyone was staring at him. “I…I’d rather you didn’t—” Suddenly he felt someone grabbing his sides and ribs from behind, startling a laugh out of him before he could whirl around. He stared incredulously at the perpetrator. “M-Mihashi?!”

Mihashi looked both like he wanted to die and like he had just become the happiest person on Earth. “Y-You’re ticklish, too, Abe?”

“Obviously!” Abe snapped. He didn’t usually try to intimidate the poor kid, but he most certainly was now. “Don’t touch me like that again!”

Then someone else hooked their arms under his, immobilizing him in an instant. Abe recognized Tajima’s voice as he told Mihashi to “get him!”

The pitcher hesitated for only a moment, then seemed to muster up his courage and go for it, reaching for his sides and ribs again.

Abe brought a knee up to try and defend himself, but standing on one leg while he was being tickled just wasn’t happening, and he quickly realized his only option was to surrender at this point. He tried to hold back his giggles as he did his best to snap, “K-Knohohohock it ohohohoff!”

“Get him, Mihashi!” Tajima countered, chuckling into the catcher’s ear. “Go for his hips – I bet he’s really ticklish there!”

“Don’t!” Abe barely had time to cry out before Mihashi was blindly following instructions, hitting – as Tajima had guessed – one of his worst spots with unpracticed but effective tickles. The catcher finally gave up the fight and laughed freely, struggling in their cleanup batter’s grip. “Stohohohohohop! Mihahahahahashi, plehehehease!”

Mihashi’s face turned bright pink and he quickly backed away, having reached his bravery limit for the day. Tajima let Abe go, ruffling his hair. “You should laugh more, dude! It’s a nice sound.”

Abe couldn’t bear to make eye contact with his pitcher. He covered up his mouth with the palm of his hand, grinning into it. Dang it, Tajima…!

*

2) Switches Hanai and Tajima

Tajima had started a new game during his off-time in the dugout, and he was having a blast with it. It had started as an accident; he’d meant to poke Hanai to get his attention, but Hanai turned just as his finger pressed into his spine, and the movement of his turning made Tajima’s finger slide down a little, drawing a startled yip out of the center fielder.

It was obvious it had been ticklish, and now Tajima wanted to know how many of his other teammates shared that reaction.

Mihashi was obvious. He jumped and yelped as he did all the time. It was nothing unusual for him to react so strongly. The others, though? The others didn’t seem to even notice. Five his teammates only jumped from surprise, or sometimes didn’t jump at all. They’d just turn to look at him oddly, and the conversation would flow onward like it hadn’t happened.

The only other two who seemed to react like it had tickled (besides Hanai and Mihashi) were Sakaeguchi and Oki. Having finished his rounds, Tajima decided to return to where it all began, finding excuses to swipe a finger down Hanai’s back any chance he got, making him yelp and flush and sometimes even giggle. Tajima was always keeping Hanai on his toes, but the team captain decided it was just about time for the tables to be turned.

One afternoon during a practice game against a neighboring school, Hanai snuck up behind Tajima and swiped a finger down his back in retaliation. He wasn’t disappointed when the cleanup hitter whirled around, a wobbly smile on his lips.

Hanai smirked. “So it tickles you, too, huh?”

“Y-Yeah, so?”

“It seems to me like you were asking for someone to try this on you.”

“Was not.” Tajima shrugged. “It was an accident, but then I had fun with it, so I kept messing with you guys. That’s all.”

“Uh-huh. Well, since I’ve got you all wound up now, allow me to help you relax.” Hanai grabbed Tajima’s ribs and pressed his fingers in, drawing a squealing giggle from his smaller teammate.

“Hanai! Wahahait, I’m not tehehehense!”

“Yeah, but I’m having fun with it, so I’m just going to keep messing with you.” The center fielder couldn’t help but chuckle himself at the silliness of it all. “Serves you right for being so cocky all the time.”

“Hahahahahanai!” Tajima cried, but he was beaming, and neither of them made any move to put an end to their newfound fun.

*

3) Lee Mihashi, Ler Abe

“Mihashi,” Abe grumbled, “you’ve got to sleep.”

“I can’t,” Mihashi whined back, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. “I’m trying to. I’ve been lying awake this entire time.”

Abe frowned. He’d woken up in the middle of the night and rolled over to see Mihashi staring at the ceiling, looking exhausted but still wide awake. He propped himself up on his elbow to get a better look at the pitcher. “This isn’t like the nights before Mihoshi. Why are you so worked up?”

“It’s just…t-this team we’re playing…they’re really good.”

“And?”

“So I’m n-nervous that they’ll hit all my pitches.”

“They won’t.” Abe sighed. “Don’t you trust me by now?”

Mihashi looked at him in surprise, wide-eyed. “Of course I do! I trust you, Abe.”

“Then go to sleep.”

“It’s…it’s not that simple. Not for me.”

Abe was getting tired of this conversation. He sighed heavily and rolled over so he was sitting on Mihashi’s legs, yanking his blanket down to get at his ribs and underarms, tickling lightly. “Then let’s make it simple.”

“Eeep!” Mihashi squeaked, first trying to push Abe’s hands away, then opting to cover his mouth with them to keep his laughter quiet for the others in the room. He wiggled and giggled, begging as softly as he could. “Nohohohohoho! Abe, stohohohohop!”

“Not until I tire you out so much you can’t help but fall asleep.” Despite himself, Abe smirked at Mihashi’s smiling face, worming his fingers into his underarms and wiggling deep. Mihashi nearly launched himself off his bedroll for how hard he spasmed, laughter pouring from him in waves. Still, he kept his mouth covered up, determined not to wake anyone else.

“Plehehehehease! It tihihihihickles, Abe!”

“That’s kind of the point.”

Abe kept it up, kept tickling for several minutes until Mihashi’s giggles grew so tired he could barely get them out. When he finally let up and helped cover his pitcher in his blanket once more, it took less than a minute for his anxious friend to finally begin snoring. Abe smirked, satisfied, and Mihashi slept through the night with a smile on his face.

*

4) Lee Abe, Ler Mihashi

The bases were loaded, there were two outs, it was the bottom of the fifth inning, and the score was tied. But no one in the dugout was paying attention to that. Well, except for the coach, of course. All the boys who weren’t out on the field were staring at Abe, who had just let out the loudest shriek any of them had ever heard.

The poor catcher was blushing, too, which only made everyone stare harder.

Tajima wiped mirthful tears from his eyes, having been sent into hysterics laughing over the sound Abe let free. “You’re really that ticklish, huh?” he teased, patting him on the back. “I’ll be sure to remember that next time your temper flares up, buddy.”

“Shut up!” Abe snapped, shoving him away and turning his eyes back to the game. He ran a hand through his hair in embarrassed frustration but seemed determined to not be bothered by the stares around him.

Gradually the other boys turned back to the game as well, but even when Izumi hit a ground ball to advance Oki to home plate and take the lead, Mihashi’s focus never left his catcher. He hovered behind him nervously, working up the courage to take action. He’d really liked that sound; he wanted to hear it again, but he didn’t want to make Abe mad at him.

Then again, Abe was mad at him a lot.

As everyone congratulated Oki upon his reentering the dugout, Mihashi climbed up to stand beside Abe and grabbed his ribs from behind just as Tajima had done a moment ago, and just as he’d hoped, another shriek ripped from the catcher’s throat, followed by him whirling on the pitcher.

“Mihashi!”

Mihashi flinched, but surprisingly hung on to his courage long enough to tickle Abe’s ribs from the front this time, pushing him against the railing, trapping him in place.

The catcher’s eyes went wide in the split second before he burst into laughter, feeling the heat of his blush on his cheeks and ears. “Mihahahahahahashi! Stohohohohohohohop! We’re in the mihihihihiddle of a gahahahahahame!”

But no one else seemed to mind the fun scene unfolding before them. The other boys smiled and laughed along with him as Mihashi kept it up, too addicted to the sound of Abe’s helpless giggles to show mercy now.

*

5) Lee Mihashi, Ler Abe

“Did you just lie to me?”

Mihashi froze, eyes wide. Abe glared at him. “N-N-No…”

“Shino’oka told me that she gave you three rice balls instead of two, like I asked.” The catcher’s voice was even, but his eyes were hard. “And then you ‘politely declined’ the third one.”

“I…I didn’t…w-want to have…more than the rest of the team,” Mihashi managed, doing his best to get the words out despite his fear he was about to get yelled at. “I d-didn’t know you a-a-asked her to give me t-three…”

Abe leaned in close to his face. “She said she told you and you still refused to eat it.”

Mihashi gulped, averting his eyes. “I d-didn’t want to b-be unfair to the others.”

“This isn’t about fair or unfair. It’s not like we’re in a war and these rations are critical. It’s an extra rice ball to help you regain the weight you keep losing. You can’t go below 50, Mihashi. You’re small enough as it is.” Abe sighed angrily, standing up to his full height. “You know what I have to do now that you not only refused the extra food – which I know you can eat – but then lied to me about it.”

The pitcher flinched, expecting Abe to start yelling. Instead he felt fingers in his ribs and he burst into surprised laughter before he could even think about trying to reign it in. “Ahahahahahaha! A-Abe?!”

“I can feel your ribs, dude. This is ridiculous,” Abe growled, tickling him even harder, fingers pressing into the grooves between his ribs, making him cackle hysterically despite himself. “You’ve got to eat more! The next time Shino’oka gives you extra food, eat it. No one is going to beat you up for it. We all know you need to gain the weight.”

Mihashi grabbed his wrists, trying to pry him off but far too weak to do so. “Plehehehehease, Abe! S-Stohohohohop, I’m r-reheheheally t-t-tihihihihihicklish!”

Somehow, hearing those words seemed to calm the catcher just a bit. He smiled a little, his voice softening. “Are you, now? Then you should have no problem remembering this lesson the next time you feel like ‘politely declining’ an extra serving.”

*

6) Lee Tajima, Ler Abe

“Ehehehehehehahaha! Ahahahahabe, why?!” Tajima squealed, barely able to hold himself up with one arm while the other reached across his torso to try and pry the catcher’s fingers from his lower ribs. Ten seconds ago he’d been doing sit-ups, and now his normally serious teammate had his legs trapped so he couldn’t even kick him away.

Abe allowed a tiny smirk. “I’ve kind of gotten used to doing this to Mihashi when he’s out of sorts. Which is a lot, to be fair. I didn’t really think about it, but I do think you need it.” He reached his other hand over now, leaning on Tajima’s shins to grab at his hips and squeeze.

Tajima giggled hysterically, his arm shaking from the effort to keep himself up, desperately trying to grab his tickler’s arms to try and ease the sensations even a little. “Stohohohohohohop! I d-dohohohohohon’t need you to t-tihihihihickle me!”

“Aren’t you the one always pushing us to tickle each other during games when we’re too worked up to focus?” Abe mused, sliding up to his lower ribs, pressing his thumbs into the place where they met his belly. “Do you ever consider that the tables could be turned on you at any time?”

“Of cohohohohohohourse! But we’re nohohohohot plahahahahahaying a gahahame right now!” Tajima finally gave up on trying to stay upright in favor of using both hands to try and grab Abe’s wrists to stop him. “Quihihihihihit it! Ahahahahahabe!”

The catcher quirked a brow, more and more curious the longer this went on. Tajima had to have a spot…right? Everyone did. “Nah, you know what? I’m having too much fun to stop now. I want to find your spot first.”

Tajima’s eyes flew wide open and he suddenly looked both panicked and elated, his giggles bubbling out of him faster than before. Encouraged, Abe smiled at him, hands flying everywhere he could reach, searching for the place that would make their confident cleanup hitter a mess of begging laughter.

Dang it, how did I get roped into this silliness with the rest of the guys? Abe thought, but he didn’t let it stop him. To Tajima he smirked and said, “All right, then. Where’s your tickle spot…?”

*

7) Lee Abe, Ler Tajima

“I think I’m stuck…” Abe muttered, his head and arms still trapped in his too-small undershirt.

Tajima rolled his eyes. “Dude, you knew it was too small when you put it on, and you’ve been suffocating in it all day. Why not just cut it off?”

“Because it’s still a perfectly good shirt. It just doesn’t fit.” Abe sighed. “Someone else can wear it. Can you just get me out?”

The cleanup hitter smirked. He knew he’d never have a more perfect opportunity than this, and he was definitely going to pounce on it while he could. His only regret was that Mihashi wasn’t around to see what was about to happen. Maybe it would help his nerves to see his catcher in stitches.

“Hold still,” Tajima instructed seconds before plunging his fingers into Abe’s sides.

“AIEEE!!” Abe squealed, jerking so hard he lost his footing. Tajima caught him before he fell completely, resuming tickling once he was safe from tumbling to the ground. Abe squirmed, his arms flailing within the small shirt but unable to come down to protect himself. “Stahahahahahahahap! Tajima – gehehehet me out!”

“Let’s count your ribs first,” his mischievous teammate suggested. “That shirt was so tight on you I think one of them might have broken. We can’t have that!”

“My rihihihihihibs are FIHIHIHIHIHINE!!” Abe lost his footing again, this time falling backwards in to Tajima’s waiting arms, and the cleanup hitter wrapped his arms around him in a hug, pressing his fingers deliberately into the grooves of his ribcage. “TAHAHAHAHAJIMA!!”

Tajima ignored his hysterical pleas, counting each set of ribs as he worked his way up to the catcher’s underarms, grinning like the Cheshire cat all the while. Unfortunately for him, once he reached the top of his ribcage and scribbled into Abe’s armpits, his laughter died down, replaced with gasps for air. “Aww, you’re not ticklish here?”

“N-No,” Abe replied breathlessly, trying to twist away. “Quit messing around and get me out of heeeeEEEERE!! NAHAHAHAHAHA TAJIMA!!” The catcher cackled so hard his laughter went silent, his knees wobbling in an effort to stay upright.

“Ooh, good spot, huh?” Tajima teased, wiggling his fingers into Abe’s lower belly, right above his waistline. “If only Mihashi could be here to see this. Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

Abe shrieked with renewed hysterics, struggling against his teammate. “PLEHEHEHEASE!! NO MOHOHOHORE TIHIHICKLING!! JUST GEHEHEHET ME OUT OF HEHEHEHERE!!”

Eventually Tajima let him go, but only after another few minutes of making Abe laugh himself silly.

*

8) Lee Abe, Ler Mihashi

“Hey, Mihashi,” Abe said, coming up behind the pitcher. He’d tried to keep his voice gentle so as not to startle him, but it didn’t seem to do any good, because Mihashi jumped anyway.

“Y-Yeah, Abe?”

The catcher held up a bottle of sunscreen. “This might be a little weird but…everyone else is already in the water and I…kind of need help.”

Mihashi glanced at the bottle, then at Abe, then at the ocean where the rest of the team had already begun swimming. Suddenly it clicked. “Oh! Y-You’re not…going in the water, too?”

“Nah, not for a while. I’d like to just chill for a little while on the beach.” Abe jabbed a thumb over his shoulder. “But we didn’t bring umbrellas, so I need to have sunscreen on. I’ve taken care of everything else, but I can’t protect my back on my own.”

“I can do it for you,” Mihashi said, picking up on what his catcher was subtly asking. He reached for the bottle, and Abe handed it to him, turning around.

“Thanks. I owe you one.”

Mihashi remained quiet as he uncapped the bottle, squirted some lotion into his hand, and reached for Abe’s back. He hesitated for only a second before pushing through his nerves and beginning to apply the sunscreen, starting from his shoulders and working his way down.

Once he reached the space between Abe’s shoulder blades, however, Abe jerked and let out a noise that made Mihashi freeze in his tracks. “I’m s-sorry, did I – did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to, I—”

“Relax, man.” Abe gave him a look that almost seemed…embarrassed? “I’m just ticklish there. I’ll hold still this time, I promise. Just don’t linger, okay?”

“O-Okay.” Mihashi blinked at him. Ticklish? He squirted out more sunscreen and started over, doing his best to be quick about covering his friend’s back with the protective lotion. Abe did stay still as he promised, but he continued to let out little noises and giggles here and there, even squealing once. By the time it was over, the pitcher wasn’t even thinking about it anymore, and he reached his hands around to grab onto Abe’s bare sides, squeezing hard.

“He-eeey!” Abe cried, giggling harder, wrenching himself away and whirling back around to shoot him a half-managed glare. He snatched the bottle back. “You done?”

“Y-Yeah…s-sorry, Abe, I just couldn’t—”

“Couldn’t help yourself. I know, I know.” The catcher ran a hand through his hair, though from frustration or lingering embarrassment Mihashi couldn’t tell. “I’m going to go lie down, unless you need sunscreen, too?”

Mihashi shook his head. “I’m…I’m going in the ocean now.”

“Okay. Have fun.”

Abe took off at a brisk pace to where he’d laid his towel on the sand, and Mihashi didn’t even realize at first that he was smiling after him.

I’m already having fun, he thought, then hurried to the water to where Tajima and the others were waving at him.

*

9) Lee Hanai, Ler Tajima

“If I catch you, I’m going to tickle you,” Tajima said seriously, staring Hanai down with a determined glare.

Hanai jumped, eyes widening. “You…you what?”

“You heard me.” Tajima smirked, putting his hands on his hips. “You challenged me to a race, but we both know I’m faster than you. I’ll let you get a head start, but if I catch you, I’ll tickle you. That should be good motivation for you to own up to your smart mouth, right?”

Hanai just stared at him. He hadn’t considered it a ‘smart mouth’ when he declared he could finally beat Tajima at something, but seeing him like this now made him hesitate a little. “Look, we don’t have to race…”

“Nope! Too late for that!” Tajima made a shooing motion. “Go on. I’ll give you a five second head start. Then I’m coming after you. And if I catch you…”

Hanai turned on his heel and sprinted for the opposite end of the field, heart already racing. What had he done? What had he gotten himself into? What was he thinking, challenging Tajima to anything?

Despite his five second head start, when Hanai dared to glance back Tajima was very nearly barreling for him, and one terrified shriek later the center fielder suddenly found himself face-first in the grass in his own territory, a weight settling on his back.

“Wait! Wahahahahahahait!” Hanai pleaded, bursting into giggles the instant he felt fingers in his sides. He spasmed, trying to roll over or kick his legs or something to get Tajima off of him, but nothing could move the immovable cleanup hitter, and soon the taller boy was shrieking with helpless giggles and pleading for mercy. “Tahahahahajima! Stohohohohohop! Plehehehehehease, you wihihihin!”

Tajima just giggled along with him. “I know. I just really wanted to tickle you, and this was a good excuse. Thanks for helping me out, Hanai!”

Hanai groaned through his laughter. Seriously, what had he been thinking, challenging Tajima to anything?!

*

10) Lee Abe, Ler Mihashi

“Pfffthahahaha – M-Mihahahashi, I – I – ehehehehehehehe!” Abe giggled, sputtering and tripping over his words with embarrassing squeals that made him blush even harder. He fisted his hands into his hair, kicking his legs, using every ounce of strength he had to not stop his pitcher.

Mihashi, for his part, didn’t even realize he was smiling at Abe as he tickled gently, squeezing his sides and skittering over his ribs. He’d never once gotten to be the one to make the catcher smile and laugh like this, and he was enjoying every second of it while he could.

“Mihahahahahashi!” Abe squealed, bringing his arms down instinctively as he trailed downward to his belly. He clutched his fists by his head, trying to hold firm. It had taken everything in him to admit to Mihashi that he wanted to be on the receiving end this time, and he knew it was taking everything in his friend to reverse his role, as well. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin it by protesting or actively stopping him. Not when they were less than a minute in.

“Are you o-okay?” Mihashi asked, slowing a little.

Abe was instantly desperate for more. He nodded emphatically. “Yes, I’m fine! Keep g-gohohohohoing – AGH, NO!!” The catcher spasmed, hands flying down to grab Mihashi’s arms, stilling the both of them.

“I’m sorry! I can stop—”

“No!” Abe cried, clutching him harder, making sure he didn’t move. “It’s okay, it’s just…just a reflex, I swear. I’m really…really ticklish there.” The catcher’s face was red as a cherry at this point. “Please. I want to try.”

Mihashi gulped nervously, then pressed his thumbs back into his friend’s lower belly, kneading gently, lighting up when Abe tossed his head back with laughter, kicking even harder than before. After a moment, the pitcher decided for both of their safety he’d better straddle him, so that’s what he did.

Abe’s laughter grew even louder and his eyes widened in surprise. “MIHAHAHAHASHI?!”

“Y-You said you wanted to try,” Mihashi said, switching from using only his thumbs to using all ten of his fingers to tickle Abe’s weak spot, and the catcher gripped his arms even harder as his laughter turned boisterous. “And…well…I do too, Abe.”

[alphi-writes]

Hello, I've simplified my request and hope it works better! Can I have: Opera cake and scary stories with Lilia, and haunted houses with Idia (the reader for both enjoys scary stories and finds creepy things cute). Particularly silly shenanigan fluff for both.🥺✨ Take care on your part and thank you! <3

Okie dokie, can do cœur! Thank you for being so kind, and I hope you like your requests!(╯✧▽✧)╯🧡

⚠️⚠️TRIGGERWARNING⚠️⚠️

The scary story for Lilia mentioned abuse, gore, and murder. The haunted house for Idia mentioned fake (makeup) blood and gore. Read with caution!

Characters: Lilia, Idia

Items: Opera Cake, Scary Stories, Haunted Houses

Lilia Vanrouge

Usually when you hung out with Lilia, it was at the Diasomnia dorm, but tonight you'd settled on spending the evening in your dorm. Much quieter that way without Sebek here complaining

You were out on the roof, sitting under the stars enjoying each other's company.

"So this is Opera Cake? I don't believe I've ever had any." Lilia remarked, looking at the treat.

Unlike other cakes, Opera cake was made up of almond sponge cake, multiple coffee ingredients, and chocolate glaze. It looked something akin to wafers covered in chocolate.

You took your time earlier in the day to prepare a whole batch of the cake, which took almost four hours, so you were hoping Lilia would like it.

When he raised the cake to his mouth, he suddenly pulled it away.

"No garlic, right?"

"Lilia!"

"Alright alright, I'm eating it!"

He laughed off your unnerve and took a bite, chewing for a moment before absolutely swooning.

"'This cake is-" he stopped to chew, "- immaculate, astounding!"

He ate the rest of his serving in a heart beat, laying backwards on the roof. You only laughed loudly, clutching your stomach.

"Now, was it really that good, Lilia?"

He sprung back up, "of course! I loved it, no one ever bakes sweets in Diasomnia."

You smiled sweetly, watching as he droned on and on about the cake.

"There's more... right?"

You laughed, "of course."

He sighed in content, laying one hand on his stomach, and another behind his head. You both laid on the roof for a while, enjoying the comfortable silence before Lilia piped up.

"Oo~ let's tell scary stories, that'll be fun!"

He sat up, pulling his knees to his chest and staring at you expectantly.

"Me? You want to hear one of my scary stories? Pffft."

"Uh, yea, let me hear what you humans consider 'scary'." He giggled, staring at you.

You folded your arms and crossed your legs, thinking for a moment.

"Hmmm.... oh! Okay-" You situated yourself and held your hands up.

"This tale is of a young man who hated his father. As a young boy, he would often see his father beating his mother. It was so common that the boy was used to being hit night after night." As you spoke, Lilia's eyebrows creased.

"After years of dealing with torment from his father, he finally snapped! His father had beat his mother for the last time, and he was not going to stand for it."

Lilia's eyebrows perked up again.

"He went straight for his father, and taught him a lesson. He made his father feel the pain that he and his mother had endured for years! But he went over the line, and murdered his father. He tore his stomach open, and gutted him!" You mimicked guts falling out of your stomach.

"Its said that, even after his own death-" you swung your hand out to the horizon, "he still haunts those who will inflict abuse upon the undeserving."

When you finished your tale, to sat back proudly. Your eyes opened when you heard Lilia clapping.

"Go human-boy!" He chanted.

You laughed, sitting forward.

"That story isn't told a lot. The original hand-printed article is much more graphic."

Lilia nodded, smiling at you.

"Well, you tell it beautifully, and I enjoyed it very much, Y/N."

He reached up and gently ruffled your hair, smiling a toothy grin at you.

Idia Shroud

You had invited Idia to join you at a haunted house this evening, which brought you to this large, age-worn château.

It was odd, you were coming here for the frights inside the castle, when honestly the town it resided in gave you more spooks on the way over. Houses practically crumbling to the ground, large dogs on leashes barking loudly, and absolutely no lights on throughout the town.

Now that you were st the château, you laughed off the eeriness of the town and focused on Idia.

Although he was a bit unnerved with all the people around, he still looked excited to be here, staring at the castle with large eyes.

"Hey, this is gonna be fun, Idia!" You smiled up at him, patting his arm lightly.

He nodded, smiling down at you sheepishly. He looked excited, so full of life. It was honestly a bit unusual, and absolutely adorable.

When the line had finally shrunk and you were at the opening of the haunted house, you heard multiple noises.

Screams, chainsaws, buzzing? There were so many different sounds that you were beginning to feel your nerves again.

"Wow, look at this place. This would be the perfect horror game setting." Idia remarked, looking at the structure of the château.

Soon, you finally made it into the haunted house, and you looped your elbow with Idia's.

"W-what are you-"

"So we don't get separated, heh."

You were nervous, but you didn't want Idia to know that. You'd gone haunted housing in your world before, and it wasn't too bad.

The part that scared you about haunted housing in Twisted Wonderland was that the people who lived here had a much higher bar for what was and wasn't scary.

Hell, normal people here like Malleus or Leona could be considered scary!

What would the monsters for a haunted house be like?

You were already trembling and you'd only made it into the first room.

For the first couple minutes, you were only nervous due to the sounds and eerie absence of any other life.

That is, until someone who was much taller than both you and Idia jumped out and screamed loudly.

They were covered in what appeared to be fake blood and guts. The yell didn't get you to scream, but you did jump.

The smell was putrid, causing you to gag and pull Idia roughly.

"W-woah hold on Y/N-!" He didn't have much time to actually speak because another person had jumped out, causing you to shriek.

Everyone once in a while, you'd laugh instead of scream. For example, when you walked in a room and saw a person dressed in not only a fur suit, but also a maid dress over it.

For how sheepish Idia is, he only ever cursed or shrieked a couple times.

When you finally made it out, stumbling past the hanging curtain, you jumped in joy.

"That was awesome! We should go again!!"

Idia was sweating, trying to catch his breath.

"You-you were... screaming the whole ti-time.." He finally stood up, still slightly breathing heavy.

"Aw, but that's the fun part! I won't scream if I go another time 'cuz I'll know where all the scares are."

Although he was exhausted, Idia agreed to go through the haunted house with you again.

You still screamed throughout the maze, but this time you were screaming out of happiness, if that makes sense.

Because who doesn't love getting spooked while hanging on tight to your favourite person?

[ghostmartyr]

Pokémon FireRed Nuzlocke [Part 11]

The quest continues to beat this game using standard Nuzlocke rules and the added rule of no battling outside of Trainers. Grinding is strictly forbidden. In round I-don’t-even-know of this adventure, we head to Nugget Bridge!

Yee. haw.

-many minutes later-

Well, that’s done with. Now time to go beat up on all the Trainers hanging out near Bill’s house. Also I guess time to free Bill from the Detective Pikachu nonsense he done did to himself.

This is all going to be things we’ve done before, with me nonchalantly hoping Acorn (Pikachu) makes it up to a usable level by the end.

In the spirit of mixing it up a little, I’m going to see if Acorn can handle some of the pre-Misty trainers in her Gym. Totally not because there’s a level 17 Slowpoke up there that I want him to be able to knock flat.

First trainer beat without a fuss, Acorn grows to level 16, blah blah blah, ah. The second trainer has a Goldeen, so we’ll just come back later once we’re done with the Route 24 people. ...25?

Hell, I don’t know. I barely care at this point.

It’s 25. I do not care.

I CARE A LITTLE ACORN DON’T DIE.

Acorn does not die.

I think a piece of me does.

I’m gonna take a break from battles and catch my 24/25 stuff.

Oddish for 25 ftw!

Caught it!

Its name is Oak.

Route 24 wants us to have Weedle. As penance for missing one in Viridian Forest, I assume.

...

Acorn killed it.

Am I ever going to get both a Route 24 and a Route 25 pokemon?

[doubt]

Note how the Clefairy just disappears. Detective Pikachu’s take on this is much less dark.

Alrighty. All trainers up by Bill have been dealt with, meaning that it’s time to go forth and deal with the rest of Misty’s Gym. Acorn is level 17, Oak is level 25. Oak will take on the Goldeen the remaining trainer has. Then Acorn will have a chance against Staryu, but Oak will take on Starmie.

Acorn gets an Oran Berry, Oak gets a Persim. That Starmie’s confusion rate is the worst thing about this entire Gym.

My policy is that I have four sacrificial token pokemon in my party to spare my real team members pain. I think I’m canonically a monster.

Oki doki. The Staryu is level 18, so I think Acorn should be okay against it.

Yes! Acorn survives without a scratch.

But you are not fighting the Starmie. We do not gamble with Gym battles.

-flashbacks to Brock-

...We do not gamble with. most. Gym battles.

Oak, now level 26, against a level 21 Starmie. AKA An Abomination.

Wow.

Heeeeeeeeey, second badge get!

Time to wander down to Route 5 and catch a thing.

The thing is going to be a Meowth. Its name is Oak.

This is so much easier to do when you’re not typing down every single little thing you’re doing. I’m incredibly grateful for my past self’s logs, but I’m even more grateful that they did them so I don’t have to. Going through and not bothering with anything except the highlights is a lot more pleasant.

Not replaying Route 1 is, too.

This Butterfree Supersonicing everything in sight is less fun. The Stun Spore isn’t great either. But like everything eventually, it dies.

Step 1 of figuring out what to do about Celadon.

Step 2.

Step 3.

Wow, I’m not sure I’ve ever read this entry properly before. This is incredibly mean.

(Its name is Oak.)

And with that, we have our Vermilion City catch, and no longer have to worry about Magikarp belonging to any other route. Awesome. This is much nicer than the first time we caught a thing in this city.

Route 6 is taking too long to catch things in. We’re abandoning the attempt for now.

What we are not abandoning.

Is this insanity.

The reason I bought Repels during Left’s run, and then again during this one.

I think you can catch Diglett up to level 29 here. Oak is level 27. If I put on a Repel, things stronger than him will spawn. That should mean. I can get a ridiculously overleveled Ground pokemon for free. If true, that will help immensely.

Let’s watch as whatever happens is not that.

THERE WE GO!

The risk now is that we won’t catch it, or it will kill Oak.

Bite or Water Gun. Bite or Water Gun.

Bite for first bit.

Okay, Bite does little enough that Water Gun should be safe.

This thing knows Sand Tomb. My other fear about this arrangement is that it will have abandoned Magnitude as a move. I’m hoping I’m wrong, but even if I’m not. Level 29 Dugtrio. That’s not bad, given my options.

One more Bite, then I’ll try to catch.

It also knows Mud Slap.

-worry intensifies-

It uses Dig.

What’s the last move, Dugtrio.

FUCK YEAH.

This is probably the best thing I can currently do for this run. I would very much like for nothing bad to happen, but the fact that I can make this work is already really swell.

Her name is Bark.

Bark, you will replace Oak in the party. Now let’s see.

She’s Serious, and... yeah. No Magnitude. Because Mud Slap and Sand Tomb are so much better.

It’s okay, though. We’ll get through this by being superbly overleveled. Squee. We also now have something to eat Attack IVs up for breakfast, so this is just. There is nothing bad about this.

Route 11, what’ve you got for me?

Drowzee.

It’s caught. Its name is Oak.

Now to beat up the many, many trainers on this route. In hopes of getting Acorn to know Thunderbolt. That’s at level 26. He’s at level 20 right now.

Post-Route 11?

Level 22.

:(

Bike Voucher to drown my sorrows.

Followed by boat ride.

-many minutes later-

Acorn is level 25. Soon. Soon, the day will come. The day of reckoning. Thunderbolt is waiting. Somehow I’m always surprised by how difficult it can be to get an Electric pokemon with Thunderbolt. I think that, more than anything else, has single-handedly killed my general interest in raising Electric pokemon. It’s kind of sad. They were by far my favorite when I was a kid.

Side note unrelated to anything going on right now that might be scaring me.

Rattata with Hyper Fang is scary.

Those tiny things aren’t supposed to be dangerous.

Then.

Suddenly.

Danger.

And just in time for the Rival battle!

They’re going to have a real awkward wedding one day.

This fight is a lot simpler when my lowest level pokemon is level 26. Take notes, future self.

The Ivysaur is very, very annoying, though. Bark turns out to be my best choice for dealing with it. Not what I would call a comfort. ...Heero. I still miss you. So much.

Cut get.

Super happy fun boat trip over now.

We teach Cut to Oak, and go about our business entering the Gym and throwing all the Trainers to the ground. Acorn, Bark. I put my faith in you.

Pokemon fans, what is your least favorite Gym setup, and why is it Surge’s?

Let’s goooooooo.

Acorn will (hopefully) handle the Voltorb and Pikachu, and then leave the Raichu to Bark’s capable. whatevers.

Success on Acorn’s side.

Bark...?

Right.

Yeah, so Double Team?

Do Not Like.

Except when I use it. It’s like Sturdy, in that way.

This fight takes around ten turns for Dig to actually hit and knock the Raichu out in one blow.

Surge’s Gym: The Actual Worst.

We made it to needing Flash! Miracles do exist!

...Wait, what do I have that can learn Flash?

None of the Oaks present. :(

And this time!

This time!

I made it through the damn Diglett cave without needing to kill any for illicit exp.

Back at Cerulean, I’m gonna get my bike, but first I’m going to put Oak in the box so that Oak can come in and learn Cut and Flash.

Heading off to Rock Tunnel like a boss.

Huh, there’s an Aerial Ace TM around these here parts. I’m going to get rid of Sand Tomb on Bark (I hate Sand Tomb and everything remotely like Sand Tomb, so I can’t see myself using it) and teach her Aerial Ace. She is going to be violently fighting Fighting pokemon at some point, and the next Gym coming up is one I have nothing naturally super effective against.

Meanwhile, back in things happening, Route 9 option is a Spearow!

...tfw you don’t know how not to kill something and throwing a poke ball doesn’t work.

But we persevere and catch it!

Its name is Oak.

Route 10 shows us... Voltorb!

.zaft. ;-;

Oh whoops.

Um.

I was spamming the A-button equivalent.

Bye Voltorb, nice not knowing you. Uh. Sorry. +117 illicit exp to Bark and Acorn.

Oops.

Let’s go hide in a cave now and not examine all of that too closely.

Rock Tunnel gives us a Geodude to try not to kill! We are going to answer that call with utmost seriousness, and do whatever possible to not kill the Geodude.

Success!

Its name is Oak.

Now we undertake the long. long. long. journey through the tunnel. It’s exactly like that scene in Lord of the Rings. Just with less fire. And wizards.

This Clefairy near the end of the tunnel is trying my patience. Minimize is the worst. Letting pokemon become immobilized by love is the worst. All of this is the worst. I miss being able to set things on fire so much.

As romantic as it is that love as a status appears to be unending, fucking stop.

Cool. Nice. Great.

Playing this is sapping my struggling will to live, good grief.

Okaay.

So here’s how this plays. I think, if I were given the choice of having everything handed to me, I would go with catching one of the Snorlaxes, and catching a very high level Grimer in Celadon. That would put me at five pokemon. Six would be if I wanted to take the Hitmonlee or Hitmonchan.

I don’t know if I have the resources to make that work.

Truth be told, I still think it was possible for me to beat the Elite Four with my original team. I was overly paranoid about the wrong things, as it turned out, and made a few bad calls. But I don’t think that team was doomed to failure.

Leveling things up so they’re invincible works as a strategy, but I’m also undoubtedly handicapped with Typing. I could drag this current team through the game with no additions, and the leveling could make up for a lot. Maybe even enough to surpass my original team.

Or I could pick some more stuff up.

It’s a hard call. I do really think that throughout the entire game, I only have three realistic options for team additions, and I’m very close to having my hands on any of them. Everywhere else, the leveling is just too much of a negative. A level 25 Lapras was cool and all, but if you look at how much time went into leveling it, I’m not sure I would call having it my best option. Buying a Scyther has already been ruled out here, because it would be level 20. It would resist Fighting and make all Psychic things easier, but it would take too many resources to train.

Grimer, Snorlax, Fighting Gift.

Those are the things I can get that I feel could be a worthwhile investment.

What do I want my final team to look like? What things do I already know are going to cause problems, and how do I want to adjust for them?

Questions I get to ask after three badges. Hell. Why did I think this was a good idea?

I think what I’ll do. Ugh.

See, I think the problem is that the Fighting thing is closest to being gotten, but the Snorlax is what determines if I use it or not. If I can’t have Snorlax, the Fighting thing would be good. But I don’t find out if I’ll get the Snorlax until a bit later and argh.

For now, let’s keep things simple. We’ll go through the tower now, so Acorn and Oak are more experienced as we hit the other sections of the plot. I can’t remember if I get the Super Rod now or later, so we’ll also go down and mess with the fisher people briefly.

Tower and Rival-san first.

...Oh wait. I guess the first thing I want to do is dodge as many trainers as possible and run to Celadon for a Thunderstone for Acorn. Let’s do that.

But if we can get the Super Rod already, it would be best to do that now so we could nab a Grimer when we got there... Sigh.

No Super Rod just yet, sorry me.

Route.... uh. One we’re on while we head towards Celadon gives us a Growlithe to try and catch. ...Bark kills it. More sighing. +195 illicit exp.

Celadon reached, Tea gotten. And...

Yay!

Now to buy a ton of Lemonade.

Then we deal with the tower.

The nicest thing about Heero (that is a lie, all things about Heero were the nicest) was that we didn’t have to deal with this monstrosity.

Ivysaur is still difficult. I don’t have an actual answer to that, yet. It has perfect accuracy with its Sleep Powder so far, adding to the extreme difficulty. We get through it, though, and Oak handles the Kadabra.

Now for the rest of the tower to be taken by Acorn and Oak.

Right. We can’t yet see these, so no catching just yet.

So I lied. Acorn killed everything. Oak did not help. Sorry, Oak. Now I guess we go do the Celadon side of this. So we can then come back to the tower. So we can then figure out if we’re doing a Snorlax or a thingamajig. So we then can get a Grimer.

On and on it goes.

“I don’t sound remotely suspicious at all!”

Sigh. I hate how Levitate is a thing with certain Poison pokemon. Not naming names or anything. I’m just pointing out that my life would be much, much easier if Bark could Dig every single Poison thing in existence.

Look Ma, I made it.

Thanks in advance for giving Oak some exp, Giovanni.

Though Bark is taking the Kangaskhan. Love you Oak, but Dig is better than Water Gun. ...and it still manages to do nothing. That’s mildly scary. I have never missed Allenby so deeply.

Bark finishes it off while still in the green, though. Proving once again that leveling beats everything.

Silph Scope get, so now we can go and finish up the tower.

...I don’t think I actually have any moves that won’t kill this, so if throwing a Poke Ball doesn’t work, we’re running away.

Hm.

It used Curse. Fine, we’ll make an honest try of catching it.

...Why does every sleep-inducing move hit every single fucking time. Why. Why why why.

...

I don’t know how it’s still alive, and I feel like it shouldn’t be.

Whatever.

It’s caught.

Its name is Oak.

Hey, my past self screwed up and didn’t note if I could run away from the Marowak or not. If I can, I have to do that instead of winning extra exp.

Ah. Running away lets me leave the battle, but when I walk back forward the Marowak respawns. Fair. Guess you’ve gotta die, sad ghost.

That done with, time to rescue flute guy. He has a name, but that name is less important than that he has a flute and will determine what our final team will look like once we make use of it.

...I can’t believe I just realized that this is basically Kurt’s plot from gen 2.

We now begin the most difficult trial of the run.

The Snorlax wars.

If catching one looks like it will kill someone, I’m running from it. That goes for both of them. This is a mission of pure luck. Snorlax can kill whatever it wants. The mission is to avoid it killing my team. Accidentally killing it is cool, but if the choices are something dying or running to escape, we are running.

Pictured: Stress.

Let’s get this done with.

...This is not going to work. One Headbutt puts Bark in the orange. If it decides to make a concentrated attack instead of just sleeping, I’m in trouble. Plus, without an Allenby, all I have barely puts a dent in it.

THEN AS I AM TYPING THIS

What the actual fuck.

Welcome to the team, Trunk?

Uh.

Things I did not expect.

Oak, you’re going in the box to make room for Trunk.

Then I guess we’ll. Go get the Super Rod. Fetch Grimer. Then deal with the actual plot of the game. Huh.

Trunk is Quirky, and has Immunity, which as we learned last time, is great for Koga. So uh. What I guess I’m saying is. Nice. This puts us dangerously close to being in a pretty good place.

Lowest level thing that I’m using is level 30. That’s really, really good. So now we’re going to feed all the trainers we didn’t beat on Route 8 to Trunk, and giggle about it as we go.

Righty then, Trunk hits level 32, and we’re going to storm Erika’s Gym now.

...Why does everything put all of my stuff to sleep this round.

I also should find a more workable solution to fighting Grass pokemon at some point. I have an inkling that being overleveled isn’t going to last forever, and it’s my only real defense at the moment.

And I need to stop having Oak in up front. I’m trying to get some Sp. Atk from the Oddishes and things, but really it’s just meaning I forget and have to switch out on things like Bellsprout. EV training fails everywhere.

Seriously though, I’m using Acorn to deal with Grass things. That is not a solution. That is an abomination.

Lesgo.

Including blatant the blatant stupidity of having Acorn fight the Vileplume.

I just want my team to be its best self. Don’t judge.

VINDICATION.

Badge 4, get!

And now we fish for our Grimer. Which. tbh I don’t even know if it’ll make sense to use, but in any case, we will have it. Having things is nice.

According to Serebii, there’s a 1% chance of Grimer here. Mostly this pond just has Magikarp.

We’re going to be here a while. Especially since getting a pokemon on the hook at all is proving mighty difficult. Until a few seconds ago, I was averaging five tries per Magikarp.

-6. hours. later.-

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.

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Presenting.

The lowest level Grimer you can catch in this here pond.

Are you fucking kidding me.

-cries in the corner for six more hours-

(Sadly, only one of those descriptions of my actions is fake. Now that really wants to make me cry for six hours.)

Its name.

is.

Sap.

It joins the party. Tree goes in the box.

It is Brave.

Good for it.

Let’s call this a stopping point, shall we?

[rurounidrift]

Aug 29 Blurr’s Horror Stream - The Twilight Zone

Drift felt brilliant because he totally guessed the twist in one of the episodes and Soundwave complimented him on it. He completely failed to guess any of the other twists.

Blurr had a kidnapped child on the ship. Drift hates it in principle.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. Dither: [ follows along with arms held up, grabbing ] Dither: Lemme help! B l u r r: ... /hisses/ Knock it off, Cretin. Dither: But! Dither: I want to help! ; ^; B l u r r: For pit sake, just get out of my way. B l u r r: [[ oh okay itunes just break, that's cool ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave drifts in with his usual bunch in tow, careful to avoid Blurr, the trays, and the - someone.* Dither: [ pouts ] B l u r r: Don't do that, it doesn't work on me. /setting trays down on table./ B l u r r: / waves a free claw at Soundwave and co. / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy waves* B l u r r: / grabs a plate and holds it out to Dither / Hold this. Dither: Yessir, Cap'n! [ holds ] B l u r r: / vents and starts stacking treats on it. Very organized / Dither: :0 B l u r r: Now, take it over to the couch and sit there, cretin. B l u r r: And don't drop a single one. Dither: Yessir! Dither: [ carries with extreme focus and sits on the couch, and smiles proudly at the new mechs ] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Who is this.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Looking at Dither.* Whirl: *slinks in right to his usual spot in the Hammock, bobbing his head at Blurr* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\DEATH FROM BELOW\\ B l u r r: / waves at whirl / ItsyBitsySpyers: *The twins are going to try to tip Whirl out of the hammock from underneath* B l u r r: / motions to Dither/  This is... hnh. Well, it's a cretin, that's for sure. Dither: (he is a wee child) B l u r r: / scratches helm finial/ Some runt I picked up in Tyran. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He didn't ask what it is. He can SEE what it is. He asked WHO it is.]] B l u r r: ... Cretin. Whirl: *very serenely looks around the room, pretending not to notice; you can't overbalance this chopper, my good sirs* Dither: Who are you? :0 B l u r r: / moves to sit on the couch / ItsyBitsySpyers: *They're gonna keep trying for a moment anyway. It'll take a good forty seconds of shoving and grunting from beneath the hammock before they give in and accept defeat.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Soundwave. Which is a proper designation, unlike what Blurr is calling you.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Do you have another?]] B l u r r: Tch, still a name. Whirl: *still pretending not to notice* What's it... KSO? You one of those KSO mecha? Whirl: It wasn't KSO, i think... B l u r r: KSI? No. Whirl: KSI, that's what it was. A113N: Its not Wednesday? What gives, Blurr? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Damn it. This was funnier in their heads.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *They vent and climb into the hammock to settle down.* Dither: Only Cap'n calls me that. My name's Dither! B l u r r: / crosses arms and settles in his seat / Whirl: *It looks like all the amusement is Whirl's tonight;HE thought h was hilarious* Oh. THERE you two are. Was wondering. Whirl: *the cheekiest look* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Dither. He sees. Thank you.]] B l u r r: / reaches over and takes a snack from the plate Dither has / Drift: *walks in, looks at the tiny person that does not look like an adult, and looks at Blurr.* What is that. Dither: [ wiggles ] am I allowed to have some??? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\SWEAR YA WEIGH MORE'N ASTROTRAIN.\\ B l u r r: It's a cretin. B l u r r: / glances at Dither / I don't care, eat whatever you want. B l u r r: Or whoever. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Assorted nods in Drift's direction.* Whirl: Well, I AM huge, compared to you lot. But I'm pretty light for a flier. Whirl: *if they need help into the hammock, they will find a willing claw and/or leg* Dither: [ too distracted to notice, as he has just shoved a whole adult sized snack into his tiny kid mouth ] B l u r r: / wiggles claws at Drift all the same / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy scowls and squints* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YOU SAYIN' SOMETHIN' ABOUT HOW SHORT WE ARE?\\ Drift: *assorted nods back* Drift: Is the cretin a /child./ Whirl: *shrugs* I mean. You're small, and I'm huge. Empirical facts. Of course I'm gonna seem heavy. B l u r r: Pit, I don't know, I just took it. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Chin scratch.* \\...YEAH, OKAY.\\ Drift: It LOOKS like one. I've seen them before. B l u r r: Then I guess so. Drift: *gonna sit on whichever end of the couch is farthest from it.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You TOOK it?]] B l u r r: Yes. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You kidnapped them?]] To Dither. [[He kidnapped you?]] B l u r r: I didn't kidnap him, for pit sake. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Then define 'took'.]] Dither: [mouthful] I help on the ship! B l u r r: I asked him if he wanted to be a pirate, he said yes. B l u r r: He's small. Can fit into places not most of us can. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[And his creators?]] B l u r r: / shrugs loudly / Drift: *creators. SHUDDERS.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[His creators do not know where he is?]] Drift: *goes against Primus's natural order, is what it does.* B l u r r: Will you calm down? Whirl: *has turned his attention to this new development* Whirl: I mean. Soundwave kinda has a point, teach. B l u r r: Oh for pit sake, he's old enough to talk. He's old enough to decide what he wants. Whirl: I mena, I don't disagree, but I HAVE learned over the last few years that not every dimension WORKS the same way. Whirl: He's not a protoform, but if someone MADE him, he might still have a family. Drift: Actually, children stay dumb for a long time. Even after they've started talking. Drift: You should definitely absolutely put it back where it came from and not here. Dither: [ still chewing that first snack ] I don't want to go back yet! B l u r r: I'll put him back when I'm done. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[When you're done with WHAT?]] Dither: I'm having fun here! ItsyBitsySpyers: *Glances to Dither. He doubts the youngling's creators are having fun with him here.* B l u r r: / biting into another snack. Hums and looks at Drift / So, how are you? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Is tempted to grab Blurr in his feelers and shake until words fall out or sense tumbles in, whichever's first* B l u r r: / Ur gonna be shakin' for a long time if ur lookin for sense / Whirl: *looks to Dither* DO you have creators? Or did you just kinda... yknow. Exist. Dither: [ holds tray out to the new mech he's just noticed on the couch with him and blurr] You want one??? Drift: Fine. *tense as fuuUCK HOPS AWAY FROM THE SMALL THING* No. Thank you. B l u r r: .. /pushes Dither back in his spot / That's my best friend, Drift. B l u r r: He doesn't like cretins like you, so sit back, hn? B l u r r: / VERYBLUNT / Drift: *gives the small thing the most obviously, blatantly fake smile ever.* Dither: Oh... Drift: *Drift's fake smiles are usually very convincing. this one, he doesn't want to be convincing.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You may sit here if you wish, Dither.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave does not mind Small Things. Obviously.* Whirl: *stares for a moment more and just shrugs, settling in; guyess not* B l u r r: [[ whenever u guys r ready. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble whispers* //Bitlets got like. No attention. Maybe ask again?// ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ready)) Whirl: ((i shall be in a moment, rock wants to go out)) B l u r r: [[ okie! ]] Whirl: ((and i will reply to rumble when i am back! but u don't hafta wait)) B l u r r: / pokes Drift's cheek a little with his claw / Dither: [ looks between Blurr and Soundwave ] uh... Dither: Cap'n, can I?? Drift: *SWATS CLAW. ... pokes Blurr's cheek.* B l u r r: / glances at Dither and flickers optic. / ... I suppose. B l u r r: / makes a face at his swat claw. B( / B l u r r: / is literally poked with a B( face / Drift: *pokes again* Dither: [ sets tray down and goes to sit by soundwave ] B l u r r: / BT / Drift: ((ready)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Quietly thinking the youngling is more well behaved than the two grown mechs over there.* B l u r r: I wonder if that's how you two blasted a wall in my ship. B l u r r: / yES HE KNOWS NOW / Drift: *the youngling isn't in the room with something he considers existentially, viscerally horrific.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Greetings. Do you enjoy games?]] B l u r r: Which /someone/ has to fix. Drift: ... Wasn't me. You know I don't carry weaponry like that. Dither: Ooh, games? What kind?? B l u r r: Oh, I know it wasn't /you/ Drift: *sweet smile* B l u r r: / leans over to mumble/ What did you say to make him mad? B l u r r: [[ okay if y'all are ready, imma set up ]] Dither: ((also I just went back and noticed whirl said something to dither I'm so sorry I missed that!)) Whirl: ((UR FINE DUDE)) Drift: *mumbles* He was mad because I showed up. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave pings Frenzy, who fishes around in his subspace for a tin. He throws it to Soundwave. Soundwave opens it and shakes a pile of oddly shaped objects onto the couch between them* Drift: *like he's gonna tell Blurr they were arguing over him.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[A construction game. The goal is to build a stable tower.]] B l u r r: ... Ah. B l u r r: / settles back next to Drift / B l u r r: [[ yay we start! ]] Dither: :0 Dither: [ starts to pick through pieces ] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Between the pit of fears and the summit of knowledge? Sounds like a place he'd love to be.* Drift: ... If it's an aircraft in spacce, then wouldn't it just be a spacecraft? Whirl: ((aaand there went the internet)) B l u r r: ... Humans are a bit slow. Whirl: Who's blowing holes in your ship, Teach? B l u r r: ... /shrugs a little / Oh, you know. Just a little bit of in-fighting. Whirl: *and more quietly, to Rumble* Bitlet? I know what a protoform is but... what's a bitlet? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nods to himself. Good. That should help keep Dither out of Blurr's hair and stop the insulting for a bit.* B l u r r: / excuse it's not insulting. / B l u r r: /cretin is a perfectly acceptable nickname to him / Whirl: *stares at Blurr for a moment, glances to Drift, and then just lets the matter drop* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Uh, it's jus' another word. Y'know. Bitlet, youngling, kid.// ItsyBitsySpyers: //Heard it around sometimes.// Drift: ... Corey's got a point. Whirl: Oh. Gotcha. *if Dither were a wee bean Whirl would probably be desperately battling showing any sign of paternal instinct, but he seems to be pretty in-control. Whirl is thus chill* Dither: [ CAREFULLY starts stacking pieces together, only peaking at the show once in a while ] Drift: ((If they're so hot why are they wearing dark jackets and fricking scarves.)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave is watching this with the optic sensors on the feeler ends. Might as well get a look at how the kid thinks.* Whirl: We don't really.. have an in-between stage, as far as I know. You go pretty quick from protoform to being pretty much done. B l u r r: [[ fashion ]] Drift: ... I didn't pay close attention to all the opening narration, did they say that they're still on Earth and don't know it? Drift: Because if they didn't, I'm guessing it now. They crashed back on their own planet. B l u r r: what a pity. Earth is such a useless place. ItsyBitsySpyers: //We don't even got that. Stages. Jus' wake up like we're always gonna be. Gotta learn stuff, but like.// He flaps a hand. //Useta fight our way outta the Well.// ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ain't somethin' Windchill's grub's gonna do. Y'know?// ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Do they not have navigation systems?]] Whirl: Really? Damn. That's... kind of badass. Drift: Only a few of their cars have GPS. Whirl: And nah. I can't see her fighting anything. *snorts through his vents* Apparently the first thing -I- ever did was run around. Took those chuckleheads forever to catch me. Drift: Maybe their ship doesn't. Or maybe it was wrecked in the crash. B l u r r: The ship was pretty destroyed. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah. Used to die a lot too. Heh. Don't remember mine too good, but Boss knows his.// Rumble grins. //What'd they do, net ya?// ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Hm. This IS an older show. He supposes their technology would not have survived a crash then.]] Whirl: I don't remember it, but apparently they corralled me. Wasn't  QUITE as good a jumper as I am now. Drift: Calling it now, Pierson is dead. Whirl: You said you don't remember yours...? Dither: [ small frustrated growling when tower topples over, but quickly grabs up the pieces to try again ] Drift: Kill Corey and keep his water. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You're calling things well, Drift.]] He twists to touch one of the spikier pieces with a skinny fingertip. [[Try using this one.]] B l u r r: Honestly. Drift: *BEAMS* Whirl: Pfft. Looks like Cybertron. ItsyBitsySpyers: *...What is THAT reaction for?* Drift: *he feels Smart and he got Praised* B l u r r: / shoves a sticker on drift's face/ Drift: !! Drift: *takes the sticker off to see what it is* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah. Kinda - lost some memories, couple million years back.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *Being dead'll do that to you.* Dither: [ takes piece ][ mubbles distractedly ] thank you B l u r r: / it is a giant, custom made 100% sticker / B l u r r: / it's purple and black / Drift: *oooh. what's it shaped like?* ItsyBitsySpyers: //No big deal. I'm alive, ain't I? 'S good enough for me.// \\ME TOO.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: *They kick back.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //So what's it like, bein' a protoform?// B l u r r: / it's a 100% on top of a splatter effect. And some knives. Very pirate / Whirl: *nods, simply* That's all any of us can hope for right? Count me in for the "good enough" club. Whirl: And, I don't remember at all. I only know because of what other folks've told me. ItsyBitsySpyers: //That how it is for everybody?// ItsyBitsySpyers: //Not rememberin'?// Whirl: Dunno. I've never really talked about it with anyone else... *tilts his head contemplatively* Though I guess if someone's constructed cold, they'll remember their first moment. Dither: [ jumps at gunshot, and whole thing falls again ] Dither: D: Drift: *drift, who is totally cold constructed, keeps his mouth shut* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It is all right. Here. He will help you put it back where it was.]] B l u r r: You all have weird stories about being made. Whirl: EVERYONE does. Whirl: If that's one thing I've learned about the multiverse, it's that everyone has a weird creation story. B l u r r: ... /shrugs/ If you're "created" , sure. Whirl: I mean--I wasn't. Whirl: I just kinda. ...*makes a blooming gesture with his claws* Whirl: Out the ground. B l u r r: Pit, we're just recycled. Everything we have is made from someone else. B l u r r: There's nothing special about it. Whirl: So YOU were created. Dither: [ thankful sniffling ] thank you, soundwave... B l u r r: Not out of anything new. I don't consider it creation if it's old. B l u r r: I mean, in our verse anyway. B l u r r: We're not called created. Whirl: *shrugs* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Small nod. What is a good memory and habitual recording for, young one?* Drift: Why not? Everything is old. Whirl: Well someone MADE you so I'd say you were. B l u r r: There is no someone... / making a face / Drift: Our bodies are made from sentio metallico but the elements in them are as old as the universe. Whirl: Pfft. Drift: HA! Whirl: And, so... nobody put you together? You just CAME together? On your own? B l u r r: / shrugs a little /  Terminus. But Terminus isn't a someone. B l u r r: Terminus just... is. Drift: *POINTS AT THE SCREEN. he called it.* Whirl: Okay. Well. It still made you. Whirl: I guess it made you about as much as Vector Sigma made me. B l u r r: [[ oh lemme move to next ep ]] Whirl: But, eh--*waves a claw* Doesn't  matter, I guess. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Thin fingers pick pieces out of the pile like tweezers and move them into place one at a time. It won't take too long before they have it where it was before the gunshot.* B l u r r: [[ my FAVORITE ONE ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Then he'll leave it to Dither again.* B l u r r: I don't know, but all I know is we don't have a "first stage" B l u r r: We come out with a programmed purpose and we follow it. Whirl: *talking about these creation methods has given him cause for Round Two* Hey. Bitlet. Dither. You got creators? B l u r r: I was programmed to teach. Ratchet was programmed to be a medic. Drift: You don't know what happens inside Terminus, right? Whirl: Pfft. Sounds like a Fuintionist's dream. Dither: A memeory...? [ thinks for a moment ] Drift: So how do you know there's not a "first stage" inside Terminus? Whirl: *shakes his head bitterly* B l u r r: Oh, sure. Terminus is full of a l-l-llll /makes a face and twitches. shakes helm / ... Hn? Drift: ... Hm? B l u r r: ... What were you saying? B l u r r: Oh, right. First stage. Well, as far as we know, there isn't one. Nothing like kids or anything. Whirl: *he saw that, but he assumes it's Blurr's dumb upgrades acting up again* B l u r r: Like I said, we come out with a set program and code. Drift: As far as you know. B l u r r: I wanted to teach. I knew I wanted to teach. Dodge was meant to create and build. Drift: Like I said, you might not know, since you don't remember what's inside Terminus. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Some bored guy with a toolbox, probably.// B l u r r: You can stray a little bit, but you'll always want what you're programmed to want. Whirl: And look at you now. A pirate! Whirl: You beat the system, Blurr. B l u r r: / waves claw / Yes, all it takes is a good shot to the processor, I'm sure. B l u r r: The truth is, the desire to teach never went away. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\SO YOU DON'T GOT NO - UH. FREE WILLPOWER?\\ B l u r r: I /still/ crave teaching. I want to. I take every opportunity to. B l u r r: Oh, we have free will. Its just that the program doesn't go away. B l u r r: Under the Decepticons, however, we wouldn't have free will. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\SO TEAR IT OUT.\\ Whirl: *tilts his head* Sounds miserable, mech. B l u r r: You see, the Decepticons liked the fact that we had set codes and cores. B l u r r: They didn't want our culture to advance. We did. This, a rift. B l u r r: *thus Whirl: Sounds like our Functionists. Dither: [ thought of a memory as he attempts to put the remaining pieces of the tower together ] momma counting my teeth ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave nods to Whirl. Seems the young one has creators, yes.* Whirl: Well, where are they? B l u r r: I never really got a good look at your Functionalists. B l u r r: But, I don't think I like 'em B l u r r: god i love this episode ]] Whirl: Nah. Only good Functionist is a dead one. Dither: Momma's still on Earth Whirl: The only people who didn't hate 'em were the people who got off easy cos of it. B l u r r: Sounds like the Quintessons. Whirl: So, wait--this creator of yours--you think they'll want you back? B l u r r: Them and the Decepticons... big problems. ItsyBitsySpyers: //You got weird Decepticons.// B l u r r: That we do Whirl: Speaking of which--what's the story on the ones who were gunning for you? B l u r r: Met Starscream once. B l u r r: That's about it. Whirl: So is he... still sending a combiner after you or...? B l u r r: Not sure. Grimlock is comming me now. B l u r r: / makes a face / Whirl: *snorts through his vents* Well, he's a 'Bot, right? ...or is it a different Grimlock? B l u r r: ... Grimlock and I don't really meet optic to optics. Dither: [ huffs ] Of course Momma wants me back! Dither: He tried to make me stay but I wanted to be with Cap'n for a bit Whirl: Well. Glad you settled the combiner probem, then. *looks briefly to Dither, and then back to Blurr, deadpan* Looks like you might have a new one. B l u r r: Hnnh? What problem is that? Whirl: You stole that kid. Dither: He's gonna teach me to be a pirate! B l u r r: I didn't /steal/ him. Drift: ... Have any of them actually tried to leave the street? B l u r r: That kid stopped them from leaving. B l u r r: When that guy tried to leave. Drift: Like... they have feet. Can't they just... walk? Whirl: I think taking it from its parent is stealing. Whirl: I'm ot an EXPERT on this sort of thing but I know one person who has a grub, who's KIND OF like a kid... B l u r r: You would think they could walk. B l u r r: I didn't /take. him B l u r r: I mean, I did, but I asked him. Whirl: The creator? Dither: [ fits last piece together and grins ][ pokes soundwave ] DONE! B l u r r: I asked the kid. Whirl: But not the creator. B l u r r: He can decide for himself. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave glances down, tilts his helm - and plays a tiny fanfare.* Whirl: Then he's an adult? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Well done. Very fast.]] Dither: [ grins proudly ] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You may keep it and build other things if you wish.]] B l u r r: He can decide for himself. Whirl: Right. Pfft. Something tells me you know EXACTLY what you did, Blurr. Dither: [ tiny gasp ] I can?? Whirl: Well, I can't go to Earth or anything, but if someone's angry creator comes calling, I'm not gonna lie to them. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nod.* B l u r r: Then don't lie to them. I don't care. ItsyBitsySpyers: *...And a thank-you ping to Whirl. At least SOMEONE else in this room has sense.* B l u r r: K-Kyeheheh, they killed one of their own. Whirl: *shrugs; Blurr's either deliberately being obtuse, or being stupid* Dither: [ holds up tower and turns to Blurr ] Cap'n! Look what I got! Whirl: *he'll look to Soundwave briefly, his expression still deadpan* B l u r r: / flickers optic / Yes, good job, Cretin. Whirl: Hey, Dither. Little fella. What's your creator's name, anyway? B l u r r: Wow... what an interesting town. B l u r r: [[ im dead *** rn i need to brb i smell fire ]] Whirl: ((BE CAREFUL DUDE)) Drift: ((be safe)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((BE SAFE)) Dither: (I hope it isn't anything serious, be safe! ♥) Whirl: ((an excellent episode)) Dither: Momma's my creator Whirl: So their name... is Momma? B l u r r: [[ okay. My neighbor is burning cardboard on their bbq ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[What do other mechs call them?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((*throws water on your neighbor*)) B l u r r: [[ what the FUUCK is wrong with YOU it's WINDY and our grass is DEAD ]]] B l u r r: [[ cardboard FLOATS AWAY ]] Whirl: ((Y'ALL HAVE A WILDFIRE PROBLEM)) Dither: (omg I hope you yelled at them) Whirl: ((THAT;'S A BAD IDEA)) B l u r r: [[ i am so sorry i took off. Lemme. Fix this ]] B l u r r: [[ it's just. When I smell fire, I move ]] Dither: [ scrunches face ] I'm not allowed to say what other people call him ItsyBitsySpyers: ((don't apologize for that!!!!)) Drift: ((that's a GOOD habit to have in a state that's always on fire)) Whirl: ((AGREED)) B l u r r: [[ i won't lie, that scared me ]] B l u r r: [[ i was like 'If something is on fire, what do I even take with me' ]] B l u r r: / leans on Drift / Whirl: Pfff. Well. If their creator was stupid enough to make up THAT rule, guess they can't complain when nobody brings their kid back. Drift: *leans back against* Dither: [ puffs tiny chassis ] He's smarter than you! Whirl: Obviously not. I wouldn't let some *cheeky look* Scruffy-looking pirate run off with my kid. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ponders.* [[What does your "Momma" look like?]] Dither: He didn't let me! I left on my own! B l u r r: / gets comfy next to Drift and hums / B l u r r: This show is interesting... I like it. Drift: It's... dark. B l u r r: Yes, but in a more realistic way. Drift: *that's why he doesn't like it.* B l u r r: / vents and settles/  I picked a good episode, though. Whirl: Couldn't have been too clever to be outsmarted by a kid. B l u r r: It's my favorite one, you see. Well, one of them. Whirl: *whirl stop antagonizing the child pls* B l u r r: You might like it, but I don't know. Dither: He's blue... but like, blue like... dark. Dither: [ throws piece of tower at whirl's big meanie head ] Whirl: *his long neck zoops down like a freakish accordion and it goes sailing on by* Whirl: *his optic curves into a gleeful arc* Dither: D:< Whirl: *slooowly he stretches it back up* Dither: [ makes a face at ] B l u r r: wait... he went to the future? Drift: Yeah. Whirl: Careful. Your face'll get stuck that way. B l u r r: ... Ah. All right. And he's having a moment or what? B l u r r: I missed it. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Panic. It ain't easy wakin' up way after you was last suppose'ta be alive./ Drift: Take his gun while he's drinking. B l u r r: right? Drift: He's got his drink in his gun hand. Whirl: *glances down to Rumble briefly; that's a very telling statement. But he doesn't pry* Whirl: What a friendly bartender. B l u r r: [[ lol it's springer ]] Drift: This is your fault, man. You killed the guy who could've explained all this stuff for you. Whirl: ((omg)) Dither: [ grumbles down at his now incomplete tower ] Drift: Don't give him a demonstration! Drift: He just killed the juke box! Whirl: I need someone who'll just hand bottles over. Drift: He's gonna kill the screen too. B l u r r: He's killing them all. Drift: *shakes his head.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble carefully avoids the glance. He meant to say 'awake'.* Dither: (it looked like he was reacting to your desktop notification lol) Drift: Why would you offer to give a television demonstration to a guy who just killed a jukebox. B l u r r: Pit, no. B l u r r: No one knows. Whirl: Heh. Let's see who'll win. Old-fashioned criminal or newer one? Drift: They're only eighty years apart. Whirl: Lifetime, to a human. Drift: I figure they're evenly matched as long as they're not in a place where there are a bunch of lights and music. Dither: Did he die? :0 ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Heard y'say bottles.// ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Possibly.]] Whirl: *blinks and looks back over* @R: Yep. Why? Need a drink? Drift: ... Wwwell. At least he wasn't innocent. B l u r r: he was guilty. B l u r r: in his own way. Drift: Yeah. Drift: Not of the crime he hung for, but probably of one worth hanging for. I mean, maybe. I don't know what humans hang people for. Drift: They tend to execute each other for committing only one murder, though. Dither: [ holds tower close in his lap and actually WATCHES the show now ] ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Nah. Jus'--// His mouth screws up and pulls to one side. How do you say things like this? B l u r r: Humans are odd Dither: [ now watches behind toy with wide optics bc scary gunshot noises ] ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Y'talk lots more 'bout drinks 'n scrap lately. 'S all, I guess.// Drift: ((ohhh, i know this one)) Drift: ((this is the one that fcked me up)) B l u r r: [[ it messed me up too ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITES)) B l u r r: [[ i picked this one for neddles. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave offers the flat of one arm to hide behind if Dither is frightened.* Whirl: *blinks slowly; he senses an angle here, but he isn't quite sure what it is just yet* @R: Well. Yeah. Not much else to do with my time right about now I... guess...? Whirl: *he shifts a bit and he zops his head down, peering* @R: Something's bothering you. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //I ain't like the Boss, but I ain't dumb neither. I been around Astrotrain long enough.// He folds his hands on his stomach and looks at the screen. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Somethin's botherin' YOU.// B l u r r: Who would waant a place like that? B l u r r: It's too... pompous. Whirl: *continues starng for a moment, baffled* @R: Well. I've never been around Astrotrain at ALL so I have no idea what THAT is supposed to mean. ItsyBitsySpyers: *A chorus of "Ratbat" from the minis and Soundwave.* B l u r r: It's obnoxious... Drift: ... So what's he getting all this stuff for? Is he going to be asked to pull off a dangerous job? Drift: They haven't said what they want in return yet. Whirl: *pauses and considers this for a moment*@R: A lot of things are bothering me. At any given time, you can assume something is bothering me, so you're pretty right. Dither: [ holds soundwave's arm and curls close ] B l u r r: There must be some catch. Dither: [ jumps ] B l u r r: No one gets all of that for free. Drift: ... A hologram? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Pat pat the youngling's shoulder with free hand.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Really? Huh.// That's an actual surprise. Lots of people know Astrotrain. Must be the party thing. //Means you're swimmin' in bottles cuz don't nothin' else feel okay.// B l u r r: Maybe he's a ghost ? Drift: ... They're BOTH ghosts. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\EEEEEEY. THIS'S THAT HUMAN ALLSPARK THING.\\ B l u r r: Huh. Drift: ... So is she another human ghost or is she, like, an illusion? B l u r r: [[ i love how these dresses look in black and white ]] Dither: oooh... B l u r r: I think she's just an illusion? Drift: Because if he's in an afterlife where he gets anything he wants, then she'd have to be fake, or else she'd have to be another human that wished for someone like HIM. Drift: And IIIIII don't think he'd be the kind of human that other humans would wish for. Drift: So yeah. Everyone but him and his guardian angel are fake. Whirl: @R: A fair assessment. *his optic half-shutters, deadpan; he's not even going to try to deny it* Might as well get while I've got access to a bar. B l u r r: Mm... true. B l u r r: Maybe it's all an illusion. Drift: ... That's kinda messed up. B l u r r: ... I don't think mine is like that. B l u r r: It's a little less pleasing than that. Drift: I thought you didn't have an afterlife? Whirl: What exactly is he going to even do with the money? Not like he can go anywhere. ...unless this world has its own economy. B l u r r: Oh... I meant my non-reality Drift: He can imagine up places to spend the money. Whirl: Huh. Weird. Why bother with the middleman, then? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[....This is a boring afterlife.]] Drift: ... Maybe he hasn't figured out yet that he doesn't need the middleman? Whirl: Yeah. Kind of a dumb "paradise" if you ask me. Drift: Yeah... Drift: Maybe this is the only way paradise can work. It's gotta be customized. B l u r r: Sounds boring. B l u r r: I'd rather spend time with Velocity. Drift: Like, if you want to be the richest person in the world, you can't share your paradise with somebody else who wants to be the richest person in the world, right? Whirl: *Whirl already knows what sort of place he'd have crafted for himself as a safe spot* Whirl: *...Soundwave does, too* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Say y'fix stuff. What's it take?// Side glance. //Jus' basics.// B l u r r: ... But can't he want to lose? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave does indeed.* B l u r r: Isn't it his world to play with ? B l u r r: Or am I seeing this weird? Drift: What if what he decides what he wants his paradise to be is hanging out with the real ghosts of other people. Whirl: @R: "Fix stuff?" Whaddya mean, exactly? Drift: Yeah, think you're right. he COULD just wish this to be a world where he loses sometimes, right? B l u r r: I mean, if it's his world to play with ? B l u r r: / scratches helm finial . B l u r r: */ ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Y'know. What's - wrong, I guess? Specifics, like.// B l u r r: Can't he say, "I want to lose randomly every day?" Or something. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He doesn't seem that clever.]] Drift: I guess not. Dither: [ all the adult stuff went over his head, he's nodded off against Soundwave's arm ] ItsyBitsySpyers: *This is fine. He'll let Dither stay there until he has to leave.* Whirl: *he pauses a bit, glances to the room; folks seem to be pretty absorbed in the show. Good. How does he... how is this sort of thing said simply?* Drift: ... OHHHHHH. B l u r r: ... Nice. Drift: It's not SUPPOSED to be paradise. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Fascinating.]] B l u r r: Oh, good. B l u r r: I like that. B l u r r: [[ this is the last ep ]] B l u r r: [[ this one makes me happy ;A; ]] Whirl: @R: There's really no way to... say this without sounding pathetic. *good thing he doesn't have to say it out loud* But the Lost Light was it, mech. Last thing I had. So, obviously... Whirl: *makes a small gesture with his claw* Whirl: ((discombooberated)) B l u r r: / slight smirk/ Quirky little thing.. Whirl: ((HE'S ADORABLE <3)) B l u r r: [[ i LOVE HIM ]] B l u r r: .... /tilts helm a little / Poor thing. I rather like him. He's different. Dither: [ wiggles and nuzzles closer to his side ] B l u r r: Bit odd. Doesn't fit in much. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //That ain't pathetic.// He frowns. //That's--// B l u r r: / :( / B l u r r: / he reminds him of himself sort of / ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //...I'm sorry, mech. It's slag. Where ya even at now...?// Whirl: *ha, look, right on the screen. The very thing Rumble talked to him about* @R: The ship's scuttled. I'm packed, but I haven't left yet. Whirl: @R: Probably going to leave Cybertron pretty soon, one way or the other. Dunno what's going to happen after that. Depends. *another pause* @R: ...but thanks. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Right. Drift's list of stuff.// *He'd heard people could stay if they wanted. He hadn't realized Whirl's thing was actually GOING places on it.* B l u r r: /... / frowns/ He looks like a tool. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Listen. I ain't - I ain't gonna throw a house atcha cuz. Well, one, I ain't got one, 'n two, pretty sure ya wouldn't take it. But.// B l u r r: /tilts helm a little and slouches / B l u r r: What a pity... Whirl: *another subtle nudge* @R: I get it, mech. ...thanks. I mean it. Kind of hard to get that, y'know, perfect sincere tone in over comms, y'know. But I do. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Y'wanna get fendered or somethin' - comm us, huh? Me 'n Frenzy, we're real good at distractin'. 'N if that don't work, least you ain't drinkin' yourself off your aft alone.// Whirl: *soft snort* @R: Yeah, mech. Sure thing. B l u r r: ...But it's not worth being like everyone else. B l u r r: / mumbles and crosses arms / B l u r r: He was fine being the odd little thing he was. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Rumble: //Or whatever else. Jus' sayin'. We still got your back, wherever it's restin'.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *He shifts uncomfortably - that's all a little more. Honest? Than he's used to being with people. Small punch. There.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *And a nod. He knows.* Whirl: *He swivels to look Rumble in the eye for the first time since the conversation began, and nods simply. Then he's punched, which prompts a snicker, and he nudges Rumble sharply* B l u r r: / smirks a bit more. What an amusing little human. He likes him / ItsyBitsySpyers: //Oof!// Whirl: What, ya dish it out, but you can't take it, mech? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Puh! That's like gettin' punched by Laserbeak!// B l u r r: / Awww, the odd duck got a nice ending! / Whirl: I've been punched by Laserbeak. ...or, well. Electrocuted. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\WHO'S PUNCHIN'? HOW COME NOBODY TOLD ME?\\ *Sock to the leg. Both of them.* Whirl: It was a blast, actually. B l u r r: /flickers optic/ Well, I /liked/ that one. Whirl: You two're asking for it. Whirl: Yeah. Me, too, Teach. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It had its charm.]] Whirl: *like. 10% paying attention to the show that time* Whirl: *but his mood seems about as improved as Mr. Bevis's, all the same* Dither: (omg I"m so glad he got a happy ending I was about to be so mad if he was miserable at the end) B l u r r: I like stories like this. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah, I remember. She wouldn't shut up about it, heh.// Drift: ((aight im going to bed)) Drift: ((gnight~)) B l u r r: [ ni ni! ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((night!)) Whirl: ((gnight!)) Dither: (night ♥) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\WHATCHA GONNA DO ABOUT IT? SPIN YOUR ROTORS AT US?\\

Missed some, IDK how much. I’m given to understand Whirl spun his rotors at them.

Whirl: --but it's enough to set the hammock rocking, and it's not exactly quiet* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave shakes his helm at them all and gently extricates himself from Dither's grasp. He can't stay here all night, but he doesn't want to bother the youngling either.* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\I CAN'T HELP YELLIN'! WHAT'S -YOUR- EXCUSE FOR BEIN'--HHFFFPPPTT!\\ B l u r r: For being what? B l u r r: / snort / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Covers his face with one arm and kicks at Whirl. Aft.* Dither: [ is startled awake anyway, and is clearly upset ] ItsyBitsySpyers: //A rusty ol' bucket of road grit?// He's helpful like that. Whirl: *snickers and accepts the kicks; he deactivates his rotor* Sorry, Frenzy, what was that? I think I almost had trouble hearing you, there. B l u r r: Are you calling /me/ that? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Shh. All is well. Rest.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: //You, Frenzy, Whirl - I ain't picky.// B l u r r: You better come up with a better insult for me. Whirl: Hey. I'm a rusty ol' bucket of SKY grit, thank you very much. Whirl: I don't even have wheels. Whirl: I can't even use a RUNWAY. *pauses* Well, more like don't NEED one but still. B l u r r: I was going to ask if you even needed one. B l u r r: / glances at Dither and Soundwave. If that thing begins to cry, he's going to hit someone. / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh, sure. Soundwave watches over the bitlet all night and NOW Blurr cares about it.* B l u r r: / LOOK MAN I HAVE TO HEAR IT ALL NIGHT / ItsyBitsySpyers: *MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE KIDNAPPED THEM* B l u r r: / I DIDNT / ItsyBitsySpyers: *IN A WORD, SIR: BULLSCRAP* Whirl: *I'M WITH PAPA NOODLES ON THIS* B l u r r: / DONT MAKE ME CALL JAZZ/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *YOU BRING HIM IN AND WE'LL SEE WHOSE SIDE THE CREATOR OF CYBERTRONIAN LIFE IS ON.* Whirl: *YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO COW HIM WITH JAZZ BUT NOT ME* Dither: [ squirms away, frightened now by waking up to all the strange mechs and loud noises ] B l u r r: / OKAY BUT WOULD JAZZ REALLY BE ON YOUR SIDE ? / ItsyBitsySpyers: ((heh they're just asterisk yelling, nobody's actually caps-yelling out loud rn)) B l u r r: [[ I think dither means the rotors and such ]] B l u r r: [[ FRENZY IS YELLING, AFTER ALL ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ahhh)) Dither: (yee baby doens't like loud noises orz ) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave twists to look at them all and broadcast a [[SILENCE]]. Not at the bitlet, of course.* Dither: [ clearly the only solution here is to stand up and quickly go back to Blurr, sniffling and trying not to cry ] B l u r r: / flickers optic and glances at/  What? Dither: [ holds out arms ] u-up, please ? B l u r r: ... /stares at / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave points up. If you want this one aboard, you had damn well better treat them right.* B l u r r: ... /VENTS and reaches down with razor claws/ B l u r r: / probably looks like he might attack to other people / Whirl: *his rotors have long since stopped; he just watches the fiasco with dry amusement* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Watching VERY closely* B l u r r: / grabs and hoists Dither up, balancing him against his hip armor/ There. What's the problem? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Small nod. Good.* B l u r r: I taught you how to make people leave you alone. You kill them. ItsyBitsySpyers: *...Internal facepalm.* Whirl: Did you bother to teach him how to FIGHT first? Dither: [ holds on and buries face in armor ] I-I'm sorry I got scared B l u r r: He knows how. Whirl: It's all well and good to say "oh go kill so-and-so" but did you show him the ropes yet? B l u r r: I taught hm that. Whirl: *eyes Dither critically; Whirl does not look impressed, which is probably not surprising since Dither is A KID* B l u r r: / vents and just shifts a little/ Fear is a natural code written in every mech. The point is to learn to use it as a weapon, not let it attack you first. Whirl: I doubt you've thought that but through, Teach. Whirl: *bit B l u r r: / huffs/ Are you insulting my teaching? /sounds dead serious / Whirl: I'm saying that your student doesn't look ready to kill anyone. B l u r r: Oh, he can. Can't you, Cretin? Dither: [ mumbles against ] I can do it, I can B l u r r: Better than what those stupid Autobots are teaching you. B l u r r: Listen to your teacher. I can teach you how to survive. Dither: [ nods and sniffs ] Whirl: *LAUGHS* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You had better.]] If anything happens to the youngling on Blurr's watch, it will be on Blurr's head. If only briefly, before Blurr's head is on the floor. Whirl: I'm--PFFT. I'm sorry. You. Blurr. teaching some to TAKE CARE OF THEMSELF. Whirl: Is the most hilarious thing I've ever heard, in my entire life. B l u r r: ... I didn't say take care of themself. I said survive. B l u r r: There's a difference. Whirl: Not everyone can survive the things you can, Teach. You're gonna get that bitlet killed. B l u r r: No, I won't. Whirl: *shrugs and streeetches* If its creator doesn't come and kill YOU, first. B l u r r: Oh, he won't do that. Dither: [ turns helm just enough to glare out of one tear filled optic ] B l u r r: /smirks / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Why won't they be doing that.]] Whirl: Did you off their creator? B l u r r: K-KYAHAHAA!! No, pit no. Whirl: Uh-huh. Y'know what? I did all I could. I've got my own problems. So good luck with THIS mess. B l u r r: It's not a mess, for pit sake. B l u r r: You know, I /can/ do things other people can. B l u r r: I can still teach mechs things. Whirl: *very carefully extricates himself from the hammock* Speaking of problems, probably gonna be a while before I can come back to these on the regular, Teach. B l u r r: Oh? Why's that? Whirl: I got no idea where I'm gonna be in a week. You know how it is. B l u r r: Well, you can always comm us. B l u r r: We have no problem with visitors outside of movies. Whirl: *waves a claw* It's no big deal. But if I'm in the neighborhood, maybe. B l u r r: mmhm Whirl: As far as you handling THIS situation with grace and aplomb--*gestures to the bitlet with a gleefully-arched optic* I'll believe it when I see it, heh. B l u r r: ... I can do things just like everyone else. B l u r r: It's just different. Whirl: No, you can't. You can do them like YOU do them. B l u r r: What's the problem with that? Whirl: But we wouldn't want you any other way, mech. B l u r r: ... /vents a little, but smirks all the same/ B l u r r: I wouldn't change anyway. Whirl: Perish the thought. It'd be horrifying. B l u r r: Wouldn't it? Whirl: *salutes* Anyway. Seeya 'round, Teach. Hopefully soonish. Hang in there, Dither. If you have to choose between listening to him--*points to Blurr* And him--*points to Soundwave* Whirl: I'd prooobably listen to him. Dither: [ still hasn't stopped glaring out of the corner of the optic at the loud mech ] Whirl: *still pointing at Soundwave* B l u r r: ... /scowls / B l u r r: [[ it's so bad that this song got me through college LMFAO ]] B l u r r: [[ even tho it's about him writing about his affair bsjfkds ]] Whirl: ((WHATEVER IT TAKES MY DUDE)) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\LATER, WHIRL.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble smacks him again. Can't he see the little one doesn't like his yelling?* Whirl: *turns to Soundwave* I'll probably be able to make it to Dancitron. Easier to find than a pirate ship. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Understood. He will look forward to the nights you manage.]] B l u r r: ... I'm insulted. B l u r r: / joking of course / Whirl: Hey, absence makes the spark grow fonder, Teach. B l u r r: Oh, I'm sure you'll totally miss me Whirl: Maybe I'm just teaching you to APPRECIATE my SUBLIME presence. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((WHAT A FOLLOWUP SONG)) B l u r r: I /do/ B l u r r: [[ I know 8D ]] B l u r r: [[ I just synced into my writing playlist ]] Whirl: But, oh! *clicks his claw* Someone might be eating part of my leg, soon. I'll try and save you a chunk or something. B l u r r: / pokes Dither/ Say goodbye to Whirl. B l u r r: Oh, don't save it for me. Save it for Piston. B l u r r: / B) / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage jumps off Soundwave and looks right up at Whirl.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Mlem mlem licking jaws. Did someone say eating part of a leg.* Whirl: Piston is forbidden from havign any part of me. Dither: [ growls tiny-like ] don't wanna Whirl: ...*looks down* Oh, is it time? B l u r r: Piston wants it, though. B l u r r: / frowns at Dither / Now, Whirl is my friend. B l u r r: You be ice to him. Whirl: Too bad. Piston can go leap into a black hole. B l u r r: *nice ItsyBitsySpyers: =...Is it?= Ravage blinks. Is that not what Whirl meant? B l u r r: Oh, leave my mortician alone. Whirl: I mean, I'm ready when you are. One sec. Whirl: @R: Before I'm really, really distracted--thanks again, mech. Dither: [ mumbles ] he's mean... Whirl: ((P-POOR DITHER I'M SORRY FOR THIS but i'm also laughing rn) B l u r r: He's not mean. /pauses/ Okay, well, he can be. But he's not mean to me. Whirl's a good mech to me. /nudges Dither's helm/ B l u r r: He's one of my closer friends. You need to learn to be civil to him at least. Whirl: No, no, you're right, kid. I am mean. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //No problem, mech.// And then on the side, because what Rumble knows, Frenzy usually knows too. \\LET US KNOW.\\ Whirl: I'm not going to pretend like I'm not. *he returns his attention to the twins and salutes them* Dither: [ mumbles into blurr's armor ] goodBYE blurr Whirl: *and, his goodbyes made, he balances on one leg and extends the other. Have at it, ravage* Dither: [ teary baby is now a cranky one ] B l u r r: ... /vents/ Don't be cranky on me. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage crouches low, wriggles and readjusts his paws...* ItsyBitsySpyers: *SPRING LATCH CHOMP TEAR* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He's just gonna cling on with his claws while half-assedly chewing this chunk of thigh, nbd.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Must you.]] Whirl: *winces, but keeps his vocalizations to a loud, single click. He holds pretty still for a few moments before he squints down* Don't eat my whole damn leg! Just take a piece off! B l u r r: / snickering at the whole thing / B l u r r: I can do that, too. K-Kyehehheheh. Whirl: Holy slag, that's a lot of blood. Teach! You got a cup? Want some? B l u r r: Ohhhh, I'll just lay there and take all of it into my mouth. K-KYAHAHAHA!! ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage growls a little but lets go and twist-leaps away. He hunkers down to continue gnawing on the piece he tore off.* B l u r r: You'd really let me have some? B l u r r: [[ this song = me  @ buffalo wild wings ]] Whirl: *shifts his weight to one foot and curls the injured leg up like a flamingo* Yeah, but not if you do the creepy laying-down thing. God, drink my blood like a CULTURED mech. B l u r r: ... Well, I will. /grabs an empty cube and holds it out / Here, I'll let you fill it. ItsyBitsySpyers: //I didn't know you 'n Blurr was a thing.// B l u r r: I can't use that cutlery for it, though. Whirl: *seems pretty calm about it, but this IS the mech who was casually impaled and dismembered during a therapy session once* What's the verdict, Ravage? Whirl: *He leans over to take the glass, pauses, and LAUGHS* B l u r r: / will do all this while holding a cranky dither at his hip / B l u r r: K-KYAHAHAHA!! Whirl and I? Whirl: No, no no, we definitely aren't a thing. *leans this way and that, trying to get the cup in a good place to catch the copious flow of energon* B l u r r: Nope, not a thing. / tilts helm/ But, he's worthy material at that. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Well, you're gonna slurp his energon 'n he ain't dead, so.// Tiny puff of relief. Oh, good. Whirl: For the record: Blurr and I are not a thing. The damn tape of Prowl and me doesn't EXIST and... any other rumors you hear about me and my supposed flings are false. I'm not shacking up with anyone. Dither: ( uuughgh I need to be getting ready for bed soon sooooo ) Dither: [ wiggles in blurr’s hold, wanting down now ] I want to call Momma... B l u r r: ( awwww ) Whirl: *standing on one leg, with a cup in the other, Whirl will salute Blurr's compliment with as much dignity as possible* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((awww okay)) Whirl: ((gnight my dude!)) B l u r r: /shifts and sets Dither down / Don't wander too far into the halls. B l u r r: You remember where your room is? B l u r r: / yes good. It was a very good compliment / B l u r r: / and it was true / Whirl: *voila! A very messy half-filled cup; he'll wait for Blurr to take it* ...wait. Was me inviting Ravage to eat my leg like... a thing? Did we just accidentally get leg-married or something? *peers at R Whirl: avage* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage squints and licks his chops. Then he smells the last pieces of armor.* Dither: [ rubs at eyes ] yeah... I'll be good [ runs off to make a call back to earth ] ItsyBitsySpyers: //Nah. He's jus' a mechannibal. 'S different.// B l u r r: / takes the cube / Dither: ( aight night, fun stream, thanks for having it! ♥ ) ItsyBitsySpyers: =I do not 'date'.= B l u r r: [[ ni ni!! ♥ ]] B l u r r: / breaks jaw apart to dislocate it and licks all along the side of the cube / Whirl: ((Gnight!)) B l u r r: / Jsut cannibal things / Whirl: Gotcha. Good. Whirl: *looks between them* So, I should probably go stop the bleeding soon, but not before I get a culinary review from the two of you. ItsyBitsySpyers: =You taste sharp. Thick cables. Powerful fuel.= Sniff. Sniff. Probably all the high grade lately. ItsyBitsySpyers: =Need more supplemental metal. See a medic.= B l u r r: /drinking the energon. Making a little mess/ Whirl: Ehh. I'll skip the medic. *waves a claw* But interesting. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Whirl is free to do that. Ravage just likes to get most of his repair materials from what he eats.* B l u r r: Hmmmnnnn... /drags claw over jaw. Looks like a monster mess / B l u r r: Your data tastes different than I thought... the lingering bytes within the energon streams. B l u r r: K-Kyehehehehh. It's like a tint of metallic with a twist of something... tangy. I like it. Whirl: *drapes a claw over his chest* Like a fine wine. B l u r r: Mmmm indeed. Whirl: Well, I hope you lot enjoyed that. ravage, yu still got dibs on my corpse if I bite it. But feel free to botle up some stuff for Teach here. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble mutters something. Frenzy laughs and claps his hand over his mouth.* Whirl: Got something to share with the class, Rumble? Whirl: *still standing there like a heavily-bleeding flamingo* ItsyBitsySpyers: //UH.// ItsyBitsySpyers: //I - uh. N-no.// Whirl: Right. Anyway! Best of luck on being a brand new parent, Teach. *snickers* And I'll see the rest of you guys sometime soonish, probably. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Seeya.// B l u r r: ... P-Parent... B l u r r: / looks sick / I didn't adopt him... /mumbles and starts cleaning up / Whirl: *snickers and bobs his head one last time before he walks carefully off, favoring his leg. And probably making a mess all the while* B l u r r: / he'll clean it no worries / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[We had best leave as well. TRY to keep Dither safe.]] B l u r r: ... /vents/ You mechs give me credit for nothing. B l u r r: He's safer with me than on Earth. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[We will see.]] B l u r r: That we will. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Small nod goodnight. Hopefully that makes Blurr spiteful enough to give him a little extra attentiveness. And now they're all off, Frenzy snickering at Rumble the whole way.* B l u r r: / waves at them all /

[crimsonfantrash-blog]

Don’t Forget - Sans x Gaster (Human AU)

Chapter Four - Day Off Hangout

When he woke back up, he looked around the living room before checking the time again. Noon. Nothing to do... He went into his contacts. His finger hovered over Gaster's name indecisively. No... It was still a tiny bit too early in the day to bother anyone. He went upstairs into his room, and grabbed some clean clothes before going into the bathroom. He set the clothes down on the edge of the sink, looking in the mirror as he blew some hair out of his face.

After one uncomfortable shower later, he got redressed, and dried his hair off. There. Now he looked... Decent enough. Moving his hair out of his face a little, his co worker's words popped into his head. "You need a haircut."

He moved his hair back to where it belonged. It wasn't like his hair should matter to Gaster, anyways... He huffed. He probably should get a haircut, but he wasn't really ready to put his face even more on display for the world to see how hideous and revolting he looked. He exited the bathroom, going downstairs and sitting on the couch.

After flipping through the three channels they had in the Underground, Sans had drawn the conclusion that there wasn't anything on television to watch. He stood and walked groggily into the kitchen, and did the dishes, despite hating doing anything. He checked the time on his phone. One thirty in the afternoon. The day was young, and he had nothing to do. Great.

His thumb hovered over Gaster's name again. Should he...? Gaster had told him that they worked the same hours, so it wasn't as if Sans would be bothering his co worker. Frowning, Sans pushed the call button and brought the phone up to his ear. Yeah, this would be fine.

The phone rang a few times before Gaster had picked up. The other male cleared his throat. "Hello?"

And there went the courage and came the awkwardness of calling someone you only saw at work on your day off. Sans twirled his hair around his finger nervously. "Uh, hey, G." So far, so good.

"Um, hello, Sans. Why did you call?" Gaster stammered a bit. Jesus, really? "I mean, I obviously don't mind that you called, but I'm curious-"

"Is now not a good time?" Sans asked, feeling slightly bad for having listened to his gut feeling and disturbing Gaster on his day off.

Gaster stammered more, trying to remedy the situation. "N-no, no, it's fine, now is an okay time- in fact, I just finished eating lunch, so the timing is perfect. Because... When people are eating it... It sounds gross over the phone."

Silence for a few moments. "Anyways... I wanted to know if you wanted to maybe hang out with me today? It's fine if you don't wanna, though. It'd probably be pretty boring, cuz I'm not really that exciting of a person." He bit his lip nervously. God, help him...

The scientist blinked. "Oh, uh, sure." He paused. "Um, should I come to your house, or...?"

"I don't really know my way around many parts of the Underground..." Sans replied sheepishly. "I live in Snowdin, just ten or fifteen minutes away from the Ruins. Can you get there?"

"That'll be easy. What house do you live in?" Gaster asked.

"The only house on the main road, Christmas lights outside.". Sans said.

"I will be there." Gaster replied. Silence. They were really bad at this phone call thing.

"Okay, cool. See you then." Sans said.

"See you then."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Click. Sans covered his flushed face. Good God, that was embarrassing...! What was that poor excuse of human interaction?! He groaned into his hands, sliding down the wall. He wanted to disappear. Gosh, Gaster must think he was weird.

When he finally got over his embarrassment, Sans stood back up. Right. He was fine. Gaster couldn't think too badly of him, could he? He shook his head. Why did he even care so much about what Gaster thought? They weren't even friends yet... Or, at least, he wasn't sure if Gaster considered them friends. Sans supposed he did spend about thirty six hours with this other man so far, so maybe they were friends...? He had no way of knowing. Either way, he was determined to be friends with his co worker at some point, considering he was one of the only people he knew, besides his brother, Undyne, and Grillby.

How bad could this be?

~~~~~~~~~~

There was a knock at the door, and Sans checked the time. Two thirty. It was probably Gaster. He opened the door, and wasn't at all surprised to see the taller man on the other side of the door, hugging himself. Right, Snowdin was cold... "Hey."

"Hello." Gaster replied. He was shaking. Sans stepped to the side, and Gaster walked in, brushing the snowflakes off his trench coat and the top of his head. "I forgot how cold snow was... We don't have weather like this in New Home."

"You live all the way in New Home?" Sans asked. Gaster nodded.

"Yes, I live close to the castle." He replied. Sans was intrigued.

"What is it like there? I've never gone any further than Hotland."

It's... big, and loud, and expensive. Not really the kind of place for me, but, there isn't much I can do about it." Gaster tugged at the sleeves of his trench coat as he looked around the room. There were toys on the floor, a shoe on the step, a rock covered in sprinkles with googly eyes. Definitely an interesting place...

"Oh." Was all Sans replied with. Neither spoke for a moment. "Um, I could give ya a quick tour of the house, if you want."

"Yes, I would like that." Gaster replied.

"Okay. Uh, this is obviously the living room." Sans said. He pointed to the beat up looking couch; it was beige with yellow and purple flowers. "That's usually where I sleep, even though I have a room." He pointed to a doorway. "That's the kitchen."

"Mhm." Gaster hummed.

"And if you follow me up the steps..." Sans trailed off, walking up the steps as the scientist followed. He was careful to avoid tripping on the shoe.  There was a doorway at the top of the stairs. Sans pointed to the door. "This is my little brother's room." He kept walking down the hall, and Gaster kept following. "This is my room." Sans said, pointing to another room. There was a door at the end of the hall. Sans opened it. "And this is the bathroom."

"It's a nice place." Gaster said. In all honesty, he thought it was a bit too small, but it seemed to work for Sans, so it was good enough.

"Eh, home is where the heart is." Sans replied. He walked back downstairs, and Gaster followed. Sans checked the time. Two thirty-five. "My brother is gonna be home from school in about forty-five minutes."

~~~~~~~~~~

Gaster had to admit, Scrabble was a fun game. The premise was relatively easy for someone like him who always did the crossword in the newspaper every morning. Hell, he had just finished today's when Sans had called. The door opened, and both Sans and Gaster looked over. A red-head and a tinier kid walked in.

"Brother, I am home from school!" Papyrus looked at the stranger. Whoa. He was tall. "Sans, who is the giant?"

Gaster frowned, and Sans nervously explained. "Uh, bro, this is my co worker."

"Ooooh, so you're the one who gave my big brother a job?" Papyrus asked Gaster.

"Yes, that would be me." Gaster said. He fixed his glasses.

"Thank you!" Papyrus said, grinning. "He needed a job. All he ever does is sit up in his room, making weird noises."

Undyne started laughing, and Sans flushed pink. "Um, bro, how about you and Undyne go upstairs?"

"Okie dokie!!" Papyrus yelled. He dragged a cackling Undyne upstairs into his room. Sans looked at Gaster, who was also flushed pink. Gaster cleared his throat and fixed his glasses again.

"That was more than I needed to know."

"It really isn't what it sounds like." Sans said. "Not, um... Those kinds of noises."

"Well, then, what kind?"

"I don't really wanna talk about it..." Sans replied. He moved his hair so that it was covering his face more.

Gaster placed a few tiles down on the game board. "Your brother looks just like you."

"You think so?" Sans said.

"Yes, I do." He placed a few more tiles. "You're very lucky to have a sibling. Growing up alone gets very boring.”

"Your mother and father never had any other kids?" Sans asked. Gaster seemed to cringe.

"No. I wasn't an only child. Not for the first nine years of my life. My brothers both died in a tragic accident. I survived." Gaster said. He was very quiet. His fingertips rose to trace the scars on his face.

Sans understood he struck a sensitive spot, but he was curious. "Were you the oldest brother?"

"No." Gaster replied. "We were triplets, but I was born last. I was smaller, too." The scientist took his wallet out, and showed Sans a picture. In the picture was a boy with black hair, a blue eye and a green eye in a black tee shirt, and a second boy with medium brown hair and yellow eyes. The third boy was wearing a sweater that went down to his knees. He had dark brown hair, and purple eyes. Gaster pointed to the one with black hair. "This was the oldest. His name was Kozuka."

Sans pointed to the smallest one with purple eyes. "That's you, right?"

"Yes." Gaster said. He pointed to the boy with yellow eyes. "And this was my other brother, Berlin."

"He looks a bit like Pap." Sans said, tilting his head. Gaster looked at the picture. The resemblance between Papyrus and Berlin was... small, but definitely noticeable. "Yes, I suppose he does look like your brother a little." He put the photo back in his wallet.

"Sorry, if I, uh, hit a soft spot. You must miss your brothers."

"Every day. It's okay, though." He paused. "It's your turn. For the game."

Sans took his turn, and they were both down to two tiles with no extras in the bag, so they called it quits. Gaster had won, and Sans put the game away. The Royal Scientist rubbed his eyes, as he thought to himself, and Sans sat back down. "Are you okay, G?"

"Yes, I'm fine." Gaster fibbed. "I'm a bit worked up, but I will be fine."

"Okay..." Sans said. Gaster fixed his glasses, and cleared his throat again. "Is there anything specific you want to do?"

"Do you have any other board games?"

~~~~~~~~~~

"Checkmate."

"Okay, now you're just showing off." Sans said, showing mock offense and sticking his tongue out.

"Hey, it's not my fault you suck at chess." Gaster replied smugly, smiling. Sans shook his head.

"Alright, get it over with." Sans said. Gaster picked up the permanent marker they had been using throughout the night. Every time someone won, they got to draw whatever they wanted on the other person's body.

"Roll your sleeve up." Gaster said.

"Okay." Sans replied. He rolled his sleeve up. As Gaster went to go draw on his colleague's arm, he noticed cut marks on the other male's wrist. He hesitated for a moment before drawing a dick on Sans' arm. "Pfff, real mature, dude." Sans said.

"You're just jealous that I thought to draw a dick, and you didn't." Gaster said.

"Yeah, okay." Sans said. Gaster capped the marker as Sans checked the time. "Holy shit, it's already ten P.M."

Gaster put the marker down. "That late already?" Sans nodded. He sighed. "I should be getting home. I don't feel like walking home after midnight."

Sans nodded a little. "Today was fun." He said as they both stood. The scientist put on his trench coat and braced himself for the cold Snowdin weather.

"It was." Gaster agreed. "We'll have to do this again some time. I had a good time." He smiled a bit at his co worker. Sans held his hand out for Gaster to shake, and Gaster complied.

"Um, this is a bit of an awkward question, but..." Sans bit his lip. "We're friends, right? I'm kinda new to the whole 'making friends' thing. The closest thing I've ever really had to a friend is my brother, so I have no idea how people determine if they're friends or not."

"I'd say if we aren't yet, we're at least getting there." The Royal Scientist replied. "You are a very interesting individual, Sans."

Sans flushed pink, rubbing the back of his neck. "And you're surprisingly lively for such a serious guy."

"Thank you." Gaster said. Sans walked over to the door, and Gaster followed. Sans held the door open for his guest.

"See ya later?"

"See you later." Gaster said. He walked out the door, and looked back at Sans, waving a bit and waking away before he heard the door close. He walked briskly, smiling more than he usually did. Yeah... Sans was definitely worth befriending.

((WOOOOOO another chapter finished))

[movietweets]

Thor

Okie dokie, here we go one more time (obviously we’ll be doing it more times than one more) for another MCU film. This time I’ve got a jar of delicious greasy olives to hand and I’ll be watching Thor (2011). 

The only difference between this and other tweet-alongs is that I’m actually not going to tweet it! Yeah... I know that’s not really allowed but screw you! I make the rules and I prefer this format with the pictures and everything all at once.

Also since starting this I’ve lost 5 followers. It means almost nothing to me but I don’t want to be an annoying pest and I can see how filling up your timelines with endless tweets about a film you’re not even watching could get irritating. So suck it up, this is how it’s going to be from now on.

Anyway, on with the show.

What’s this? A rag-tag band of misfits in a van! If only they had a dog it could have been Scooby and the gang! They even have a Velma.

Daphney’s on point but looks like something awful happened to Fred. So sign of shaggy or scoob yet, no doubt they’re off somewhere making unrealistically tall sandwiches.

Oh, but maybe they’re baddies... they do appear to have a bomb,

Whoops, things aren’t going so well for them now. I’m having twister flashbacks!

Damn! Did they just hit someone? Maybe they are baddies...at least they got out to try and help. This has a sort of teen horror movie intro vibe to it. I’m sensing that they all might die soon. 

Oh now we’ve jumped back in time and now its a history documentary, That was unexpected! 

Oh not these guys from Game of Thrones! Is this set in Westeros then? Even the music is a bit like the GoT intro music.

Okay, this is a wackiest one yet, two alien races (that nonetheless look roughly humanoid) are having a war together on earth (of all places). It’s a little bit lord of the rings too. I’m having all kinds of feelings here. 

Asgard: also known as Organ pipe city.

So what? Fight to the death? My money is on the blond kid, the other one looks like the jealous villain type. 

I guess he did win then...Look at that cheeky wink. Although, I think it was aimed at his mother? Maybe that’s normal here. 

Healthy Asgardian flirting with mum

Alternate cast of The Lord of the Rings

And that guy dressed in jealous green must be his brother from before. Man he looks bitter. I bet he turns out to be the main baddy. These films have a track record of introducing the baddy within the first 10 minutes and I get the feeling it isn’t going to be Velma or any of the Mystery Machine bunch.

Oh Heck! Its an icy man! They’re baddies too!

Ooo, don’t piss off King daddy!

He’s such a sneaky snake. If only Thor didn’t have such an ego. He’s like Norse Tony Stark

Typical Gimli, in the room for 5 seconds and already grabbed a massive plate of food. 

Roadtrip! 

Why are they riding horses though, isn’t this world super high tech? Come to think of it, why are they wearing armor and fighting with swords? Don’t they have laser guns? Even that bloke from Ironman, living in a hovel in Russia, managed to cobble together a laser weapon. What gives!?

Idris Elba! Oh I hope he’s a main character! Looks like he needs a rest though... his eyes are pretty bloodshot.

Is this where rainbow road from mariocart is set? Or is that some kind of future techno-path?

Ideally I’d like to make some clever comment about this transportation sphere thing but its just too bizarre... Who know’s maybe this is what alien technology is like?

Hold your breath guys!

Could have said something earlier Asian Aragron! No use piping up now with your doubts!

Yep, I’m sure he’s going to back down now. He seems like the backing down type to be honest. Not a hot head, just easy going Thor, trying not to upset anyone.

Nobody calls me a woman! Even though there’s nothing wrong with being a woman. I’m not a sexist demi-god, really I promise! I know literally every other religion has a pretty bad track record but I’m different... It wasn’t what he said, it was the way he said it! 

Daaaaammnnnn! You got burned son! How you gonna let him front like that?

Oww! You got me right in the hand! No fair! And down he goes like a premiership football player. 

Cool hammer trick, I wonder how he does it? Magnets? It’ll definitely be magnets. I’ll bet it’s magnets.

Oh no! Frostbite! I’m sure there won’t be any long term consequences though.

Why is he only pulling out that attack now? Also, great wrist action, that must come in useful... Some friends he’s got though leaving him there to fight alone.

Another neat trick...This guy is a demon with the hammer.

Okay, now this is just hammer porn.

How many legs does that horse have? Is that part of the mythology?

Uh oh! Somebody is going to be grounded when they get home!

Isn’t Thor the god of lighting? If Final Fantasy has taught me anything about elemental damage its that he should have gained HP from that taser.

He’s going to end up in an institution! Hasn’t he worked it out that he’s on earth yet? They all knew about earth earlier.

Here’s Johnny!

I guess you’re not going to be crowned King Arthur.

Told you! That’s it buddy, you’re in the system now. Your only hope is a Native American smashing a window with a water fountain. 

Wow, Portman really has a knack for running this guy over.

HMB I’m going to get me a kingdom. 

Okay party’s over. Agent killjoy is here.

Yeah, real subtle Portman! I know he’s got a pretty ripped body though so I don’t blame you for acting like a school girl.

Oh surprise, surprise! Sneaky snake bro is a sneaky snake.

I’m blue dabba dee dabba doo. He actually might be that guy from X-men though. 

Stolen avatar baby. Again this seems familiar. Right George R.R. Martin? 

NO! DADDY!

HAHAHA! This guy is worse than Hulk for smashing.

How much did Zuckerburg pay for that totally unnecessarily distraction from the scene.

Oh she’s totally smitten. He’s everything a girl could want: brutish, zero social awareness, no money but really confident and with a killer bod. It literally makes no sense though, she’s a total babe but has to wait for a mental patient to literally fall from the sky to find a man. Has she even tried Tinder?

America! Land of freedom! They’ll steal your stuff and there’s nothing you can do about it...

Apple? you too? Aren’t you setting enough Ipods already? It’s 2011 for christs sake. I swear Velma is only in this for the product placement. 

The king is dead, long live the king. He’s like one of those co-workers who suddenly becomes a dick when they get a promotion so supervisor.

Good thing she turned up, that guy looked like he was about to show him to the back-room bestiality ring he runs on weeknights.

She’s doing some pretty impressive mental gymnastics there to even consider that he might not be completely bonkers. 

Is this a theme starting to emerge, ignoring daddies instructions?

Why does he need to go in there at all, that’s my question. we’ve already seen that he can use his magnet hands to summon it from a distance. He could have done that from up on the hill and then flown them both the hell out of there before anybody knew what was going on.

Gun or bow and arrow? 

Hmmm... I’m feeling cocky today.

I knew it was magnets! 

He just said it! Right there!

Oh, what a let down. He’s fucked now.

No use crying over impossible to pick up hammer. As they say.

Who’s this Robin Hood guy anyway, obviously not just a random grunt or he’d have gone with the gun and would probably be dead by now.

What is snakeboy doing here? It’s all your fault but don’t blame yourself. This guy is a sociopath.

I think my eyes just nearly rolled out of their sockets. Absolutely shameless.

Okay MUM!

Earth Daddy is a rebel after all. CHUG THE BEER, GET IT DOWN, DOWN IN ONE, DRINK IT ALL!

Of course it was all him all along. Sneaky snake.

MY VOICE IS RIDICULOUSLY DEEP AND RESONANT!

Just having a chilled night in with a good book and some ‘Go Lean’ Cereal! 

Oh! Heaven forbid that he see your cereal!

Greedy ginger Hagrid is always stuffing his bloody face!

“Don’t you DARE fat shame me!” 

Everything in Asgard is so serious and stern. Don’t they ever just chill?

So that’s where crop circles come from! It’s just the Norse gods popping in for a visit. Technically it is aliens then I guess.

Final boss? It does look like something from Dark Souls. 

Oh cool! Cosplayers! 

Just act natural guys...

Not dinosaurs? I it could happen right? Wouldn’t be the craziest thing to have happened in this film so far.

Oh no its just Norse Ironman. Eat shit Tony.

Just like in the wild west... but seriously, why hasn’t Norse Ironman used his face cannon to finish the job yet? He’s wide open!

Wow, that worked?

Psyche!

Oooofff!

He’s not going to have died though is he... lets get real here. Something is going to save him.

There we go space daddy’s tears made a massive hammer fly out of the sky and electrocute him back to health. 

Saw that coming a mile off, its straight out of the superhero user manual.

Can you really hit fire with a hammer?

It’s not exactly what you’d call comfortable though is it.

What a melt.

Really, all that tension and you’re only going to kiss her hand?

Finally.

WHAT? Double, double cross!? Such a sneaky snake but it won’t help you once Thor gets here.

What’s the big deal about frost giant genocide? They’re obviously evil! Just look at what they’ve done north of the wall already! They’ll eat Danarys! Don’t say I didn’t warn you!

How come it doesn’t just crush straight through him if its so heavy?

That was lucky. These superheros always get lucky.

Nice shot. This film has been surprisingly good quality, I think its the first one that I’ve really enjoyed the whole way through. Even despite its ridiculousness!

No surprises at who’s tucking in at the feast!

Awhh Daddy is finally proud of you. What a tear jerker.

Alright, lets see what happens in the after credits scene...

Oh its earth daddy and nicky the patch! Take a look at my energy cube? Oh no! who’s that in the background?! Not snakey snake bro!

The End.

Well I didn’t hate that one. I didn’t hate it at all. Tune in next time for Captain America. It’s one that I’m particularly looking forward to hating every second of. Bloody America man! 

[ghostmartyr]

Pokémon FireRed Nuzlocke [Part 2]

It’s a Nuzlocke! Standard rules apply, with one slightly less standard rule.

No grinding. No fights with anything but Trainers. Accidental deaths for the catch option of a route are permitted, but it can’t be intentional.

Part 2, start.

We stand outside Mt. Moon, staring out at Route 4. Where we have yet to catch anything for the box or our team. Where we have yet to see what horrors await. Our only allies in this are Heero and Allenby.

We continue!

If these guys are move tutors instead of trainers, I wasted my Escape Rope. I only had one. ...Yeah, these are the Mega Punch and Mega Kick guys, peddling moves that are too inaccurate to risk in a run like this.

I definitely wasted my Escape Rope.

The first wild pokemon I see is Spearow. We’ve already got that one.

The second wild pokemon I see is Spearow.

The third pokemon I see is Rattata. We’ve already got that one.

The fourth pokemon I see is a Spearow.

The fifth pokemon I see is a Rattata.

...What happens first, me finding something different, me looking up if there is something different, or me discontinuing this style of recounting events? Yes, the last one. I’m not cruel.

Hey, an Ekans!

I think... I need to throw a Poke Ball before attacking it. I think I’m overleveled enough that I could kill it. It’s level 6. Even my weakest attack has a risk. These kiddos have grown up fast.

Poke Ball is made of win, and Ekans’ name is now... Zek. He will go in the box. I think if he were a higher level, I would consider adding him, but... we’re pushing the army of one (two) thing so far.

Now things get awful.

I think I have to face my rival before I have access to more trainers.

Hn.

First out is his Pidgeotto. It’s level 17. I decided to have Heero out front for this, and good, because I would not want Allenby facing this. Oy. Let the Sand-Attack hell begin!

But Heero sweeps in with the burn! Pidgeotto down!

Aaaaand the Squirtle is next.

You’re up, Allenby. Allenby has an Oran Berry. Squirtle is level 18.

Allenby with the crit! Yes! Down with the evil Squirtle!

Heero out for the level 16 Abra. It knows Teleport. That appears to be all.

Allenby out again for the level 15 Rattata.

:P

Sooooo.

Misty is coming up.

Allenby x Nugget Bridge OTP?

She’s really my only option. Whatever I end up with in the next route, it won’t have enough trainers to grind into a position to fight Misty. Using Heero at all against Misty is a serious risk I don’t want to take. I don’t want to limit Heero’s exp intake entirely, because hey, guess who’s only using two pokemon at the moment, but. yeah.

...Yay, Allenby.

Of course.

One Scratch fells the level 10 Caterpie. Good start. The level 10 Weedle goes much the same way. Then it’s level 10 Metapod time. Level 10 Kakuna follows, as it does.

Lass Ali is next. She’s got a level 12 Pidgey. Heero can have the level 12 Oddish. Allenby’s back for the level 12 Bellsprout.

Youngster Timmy for no. 3. See, now this is a person who deserves a Sandshrew. A cursed, level 14 Sandshrew. Sigh. Then a level 14 Ekans.

Level 20!

Numero cuatro. Lass Reli. Male level 16 Nidoran. Plus female level 16 Nidoran. I feel like these are taking a dangerous slant up and I don’t think I like it.

Number Five! Oh wait, no, this one’s name is Camper Ethan. With a level 18 Mankey, lol.

Fury Swipes hits five times, and Allenby uses up her Oran Berry. Sigh. Oh well. I’m sure I’ll find another one eventually.

This is how winning a prize goes in every universe.

Level 15 Ekans. Begone. Heero gets to eat the level 15 Zubat.

Onward!

Hiker Franklin doesn’t have a turtle shell, but he does have a level 15 Machop. It helps Allenby to level 21, where she declines to learn Focus Energy. Franklin’s other pokemon is a level 15 Geodude. Fare thee well.

Next up is...

...wait.

DO YOU HAVE A RATTATA?

HE DOES.

IT IS LEVEL 15.

He also has a Spearow. I’m... going to hesitantly leave Allenby in, probably switching to Heero if the first hit goes badly. Yeah, okay, Allenby downs it in a hit. Nice.

Hiker Wayne has an Onix. It is level 17. I have an Allenby. The end result is obvious.

Youngster Dan is next with--a level 17 Slowpoke. Hm. Do not want. And yeah, it knows Confusion. Ugh. Um. Phew. Okay. Allenby lives and gains a level.

You know, one of the serious benefits of doing this through posts instead of videos is that no one has to put up with me walking to the Pokemon Center each time either of my pokemon takes a hit. It’s boring enough to do. I don’t want to think about how dull watching would be.

To mix things up I’m gonna catch my Route 25 thing.

How has every Nuzlocke I’ve seen of this gen ended up with a damn Abra.

-sigh- Yeah, it breaks out of the ball, so Route 25 is a dead route. Very sad.

Picknicker Kelsey wants us to know that her boyfriend is cool. Also that she wants to battle. She has a level 15 male Nidoran. Also a level 15 female Nidoran.

Route 24, feel like helping?

Squee!

You can be Noin!

Noin isn’t a box buddy. Noin is going to be part of the squad. Now to consider how best to level her. Because really, I don’t know. Her Type is helpful for the Gym, but. She’s a low level, and we don’t have many trainers between us and Misty. On the brightish side, Allenby’s growth is slowing, so switch training would dock her leveling much?

I’ll put Noin in front for one or two fights and see how it works. idk. The hardest part of this run for me is going to be figuring out what gets which piece of pie.

I’m not afraid of level 14 Rattatas anymore, buddy. Or level 14 Ekans.

Hiker--um. I missed the name. But he’s got a level 13 Geodude. That’s something Noin can do stuff about. She makes it to 13 herself! Hiker Nob, that’s his name. His thing seems to be having lots of level 13 Geodude. Then one level 13 Machop to round things out. Allenby can have that one.

Camper Flint needs us to know he’s a cool guy with a girlfriend. He has a level 14 Rattata. Noin’s level 14. What happens if I just let them fight? Bad things? Uh, not really, but it does have Hyper Fang, so for comfort’s sake, Allenby gets the last hit. She stays in to handle the level 14 Ekans.

Chad isn’t a real name. Level 14 Ekans means Allenby. Level 14 Sandshrew means Noin can play again. Leading to Noin being a beautiful level 15 kiddo.

Lass Haley might be our last trainer before we do Gym stuff. -gasp- She has an Oddish! In the interest of avoiding Absorb wars, Heero gets something to do, finally. She can also grab the level 13 Pidgey, but Noin is switching in for exp first. Same with the other level 13 Oddish.

I take it back. I think if I’d caught Noin sooner, it would have been worth my time to level her up. As it stands, this is my team pre-Gym.

Now let’s go fix Bill.

Bill is fixed.

To Misty!

First Swimmer (Luis) has a level 16 Horsea to start out. With trepidation, Noin, go forth. ...Noin gets a crit, and Noin hits level 16! A level 16 Shellder is next.

Icicle Spear isn’t fun. But Absorb got me my HP back. Eeeh, limiting the risk, let’s just put Allenby in to finish it off. And that’s the first trainer. Next up is Picknicker Diana.

With her level 19 Goldeen.

Oh fuck, it knows Peck, doesn’t it?

I think. Noin can take one hit. Then hit with Absorb, take it down a notch, switch to Allenby, who will also take a hit, and then finish it off. Without STAB, that should work out okay.

It uses Tail Whip.

Ooooh the regret already, but Noin, stay in one more round. It uses Tail Whip again. Okay, good, should be golden. Hee. Golden. Goldeen.

It misses Supersonic, and Allenby finishes it off.

The most stressful battle without any HP going down ever.

Noin grows to 17, Allenby hits 23. So. So so so.

I’m allowed to use guides, but I’m not at the point of being willing to look up pokemon and levels for significant fights. Obviously if this takes a few attempts, I’ll have my personal record of what everyone has, but that’s me experiencing it, not checking a guide.

Misty does have a Starmie. It does have Water Pulse. It will Confuse my pokemon. These are my memories. I think she also has a Staryu, but I’m drawing a blank on anything else. I have one Persim Berry. It can be held to cure confusion. Allenby, since Allenby will. likely be stuck with the Starmie, will carry the Persim Berry.

Noin will be in front, to gain whatever she can from this possible last stand.

I AM SCARED AND UNCOMFORTABLE.

Level 18 Staryu up first. Oki doki. Even better, it starts with Harden. Please don’t stop doing that please. ...Oh, okay. It uses Water Pulse. But it doesn’t confuse Noin! One more Absorb and the Staryu will even be gone!

Misty uses a Super Potion.

That’s fine, better here than on the Starmie, and it puts Noin back up at full health. The only thing I worry about is giving the Water Pulse more times to confuse.

Noin does it!

And it’s time for the Starmie.

To my horror.

I think it makes the most sense to have Noin stay in and try to poison it. Which sounds valid. Except poisoning it at this level takes PoisonPowder. Let me tell you my trust level. ...Additionally, the Starmie is level 21. Noin is a level 17 Oddish. She is very small.

Why did I do this to myself.

Holy shit ow. Noin gets taken down to 19 HP by Swift, and she needs to get out now. So time for the showdown. Allenby versus Starmie.

Allenby down to 13 from Water Pulse. Oh no.

Okay. So the name of the game is giving Allenby Potions while Poison does damage. I got. Four left.

lol at Water Pulse finally getting a confusion. After it doesn’t matter. How do I always end up wasting items with the best of intentions?

Look at this shit.

Look at it.

I’m going to cry.

I never want to do this again. Ow my heart.

I’m gonna use my winnings and buy Potions.

Time to fight the thieving Rocket Grunt who actually does something with his time. His level 17 Machop can go to Allenby. Heero, be a hero and take out the level 17 Drowzee.

I hate Hypnosis. I hate Cerulean. I hate everything about my choices that have led me here.

To Vermilion, where nothing will be better! Route 5 pick. Already have a Pidgey. Already have an Oddish. Still already have a Pidgey. Still already have an Oddish.

Meowth! I don’t have one of those! Caught! You can be Quatre!

Heero time. Against a level 16 Weedle. Allenby can take the next level 16 Weedle. Heero back in for the level 16 Caterpie.

Bug Catcher Elijah has a level 20 Butterfree. Because he’s a showoff. The showoff paralyzes Heero and seeks to confuse her. Oh my fucking gosh Heero please just move.

Heero you made me walk all the way back to Cerulean for healing. Heero.

Picknicker Isabelle has three pokemon. Level 16 Pidgey first. And second. And third. I have to switch out to Allenby because Heero’s accuracy is just that bad from Sand Attack. And the Pidgeys keep getting critical hits.

BACK TO CERULEAN.

Camper bringing the level 16 Spearow. And level 16 Raticate. Yes, I missed his name. No, I do not care.

This is not a useful item for this run. I will do no fishing unless it is with a Super Rod.

Picknicker Nancy! Watcha got? A level 16 Rattata. A level 16 Pikachu.

Camper Ricky is up next.

Camper Ricky.

Why the fuck do you have a level 20 Squirtle.

Noooiiiinnnn...

Route 6, let’s catch you a thing.

Have Oddish. Have Oddish. Have Meowth. Have Pidgey. Have Pidgey.

Screw it, this is a fishing or Surfing route when I finally get to that point. Route 11, what say you?

Drowzee. That works. Wu is your name now.

Youngster Eddie interrupts our walk back to Vermilion (which we finally got to) to fight us with a level 21 Ekans. ...Heero, stop getting fucking paralyzed, I beg of you. Heero. Please.

The one foregone conclusion of this gen.

Maybe.

Just maybe.

Dugtrio?

That. Yeah, okay, sure.

Allenby, get in before Dig hits.

Caught. Your name can be... Ismail.

So here’s the question. Do I level up Diglett for Surge, or continue the way of maxing out trusted team members because I have limited experience to add up? I like Diglett, so Ismail gets to be on the team instead of the box, but I think really it makes the most sense to focus primarily on Heero and Allenby for now.

But I’m not exactly an expert on this. Speedrunner not found. So.

Idfk, Heero’s up front. Level 19 Sandshrew means Noin. Level 19 Zubat brings us back to Heero.

Next up is Gamer Jasper, and I would almost bet money that his title in the actual gen one games was Gambler. He’s got a level 18 Bellsprout. Also a level 18 Oddish. Food for Heero.

Following is Gamer Dirk. He has a level 18 Voltorb. Heero hits level 23! Dirk also has a level 18 Magnemite. But they’re Steel now, so no matter for the unstoppable Heero.

Gamer Darian, what you got? Level 18 Growlithe. See, this is where Ground Type could come in handy. But I remain meh. Actually, no, I’ll give Ismail the final hit. ...No, because Growlithe Roars out Ismail and drags out Allenby. Level 18 Vulpix next. Go Heero. ...Vulpix Roars, and then out comes Allenby. Sigh.

Level 18 male Nidoran. Ismail, want a shot? Oh well, this is Heero’s show for now. Even against the level 18 Nidorino. This whole section of the game is just begging you to use Dig. Well, I refuse.

Engineer Bernie in with the level 18 Magnemite. All two of them. Plus a level 18 Magneton. Thanks for the exp.

Engineer Braxton. How come so many people in this field share a role and the first letter of their name? Anyway, he has a level 21 Magnemite. Bringing Heero up to level 25.

Gamer Hugo. Breaking up the pattern with a Poliwag! Noin! Hugo’s also got a level 18 Horsea. Noin, congrats on having stuff to do.

Youngster Yasu. Geez, this makes me want to stop keeping record of all the trainers. When everything finally goes wrong, it’ll be helpful, but at the moment, yeesh. The youngster’s got a level 17 Rattata. Two of them, even. Followed by a Raticate that belongs to Allenby.

I think... am I finally done with all the trainers here? Huzzah!

Dun dun DUN.

Wait, crud, no. I have to go through Diglett’s Cave and out to see if anyone on that side wants to fight. One moment.

Uh oh.

Uh.

Uh. Crap.

Okay, I made it work. I caught the Diglett. It’s unusable, and I’ll release it as soon as I can, but no exp for anyone.

I only have a Great Ball in my bag, so I can’t do that again. Well I can. But. Ugh. Whatever, if it comes up, it comes up. I apparently need to buy Repels. All this and no trainers at the end. Geez. Back to the ship.

Fucker.

I used Scratch to try and injure another Diglett with Arena Trap, so I could use my Great Ball, and then Heero got a crit. 173 exp I was not supposed to get.

Oh no.

THIS FUCKING POKEMON AND ITS FUCKING ABILITY.

I am sad. ;-;

Heero lived, though.

And yay. Another Diglett we caught.

Made it back to Vermilion. The Digletts have been freed. Now I have to go buy poke balls. Because I’m out. Diglett, why. I like you. Why do you insist on me hating you with all my heart.

Anyway back to the boat.

Let’s. Let’s just. Stop here. For now.