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snarkyowl · 7 years ago

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Prompt Fills- Spur of the moment

Hey kids. I impulsively asked a handful of people for some couples/egos they wanted to hear me ramble about and this is the result. Enjoy my garbage. Prompts I attempted to incorporate will be listed with the request at the end. I chose the prompts btw the people I asked mostly had no idea what I was doing.

Every prompt should be 250+ words

@kitkat1003, @azlinne, @realhostiplier @ M and B anons ;P

NOTE: Through technical difficulties one of real’s is missing, I owe you hon ^^;

Dark brought him into the gang after hearing of him from Host. Host heard of him through someone else, and after Dark inquired about someone who could get things done for him Host knew just who to mention.

Dark goes to find Bim rather than having him escorted in. The man is young and dashing, though not much younger than Dark himself. His eyes are dark and lustful as he turns to face Dark with a sly smirk on his face. He doesn’t know who he’s facing.

“Can I help you?” He asks in a purr, and Dark just manages to keep himself from rolling his eyes.

Instead, he shifts his face into an expression of slight disgust to make it clear sex isn’t what he’s here for. Bim’s dangerous leer turns into a vaguely curious look, eyes narrowed slightly.

“You’re not like everyone else in this city. You want me for something that isn’t sex.” Bim points out, and Dark allows himself a soft snort of amusement.

“The idea of sex upon first meeting has never sat well with me. I need to ask you for a favor.” Dark explains, and Bim’s eyes turn dangerous again. “What is this favor?” “I need someone dead.” “I like you,” Bim gives him a feral grin as he speaks and leans closer, “but you look like you want something else too. What is it?”

“I��d like to extend an invitation into the Iplier gang. The benefits are something you know already, hopefully, but ask if they aren’t.”

“I’ve got nowhere to go.” Bim states, and Dark smiles with false pleasantry. “Not until now.”

Bim looks at him, blinking before grinning and extending his hand out. “You’ve got yourself a deal, sir.”

Bim took a change, and Wilford was the first to notice. He was first to notice not because it was obvious, not because he paid attention to the details and saw the change. No, he was the first to notice because he was the first affected.

“You tried to kill me.” He says, and he sounds nothing like himself.

It should bother him, but the situation surrounding this moment has him so twirled around he can’t begin to care about the fact he sounds a bit weaker than he should.

“You wanted me dead.” “Yes. You look pretty good, considering you just got shot.” Bim states, narrowing his eyes and shoving the gun into its holster.

Wilford shakes his head, hands firmly over the bullet wound. Bim Trimmer, the villain? Surely this was only Dark in Bim’s skin- “Don’t underestimate me, Wilford. That’s what got you put into this situation in the first place you know.” Bim warns as though he can read Wilford’s mind.

The pain is searing, but he needs to look past that. There are more important things than his pain, namely the fact that someone who everyone thought was gentle hearted and kind had just shot him.

“Who do you think you are? Shooting me?” Wilford asks, attempting to snap out of the shock.

Bim laughs, and it’s too dark. Too villainous in nature. Wilford knows now, knows truly and completely that he has lost his Bim.

Then? He forgets.

As Wilford collapses to the floor, Bim turns slowly to face the camera. To face you. He draws a hand up to his face, pressing one finger to his lips. Lips that are drawn up into a malicious smirk. His eyes glint in the odd lighting of the room, and he quakes with unused power.

“They’ll all forget,” he whispers as he turns to Wilford’s limp body, “they’ll all forget everything. Forget and forget until I get this right. And you? You’ll watch. You’ll watch and you won’t say a word, will you?” His icy voice carries out with calm cruelty, and soon he’s lost to you completely.

The scene fades, and you’re left wondering what you’re supposed to do.

“I would have stayed if you asked.” Olivier informs dutifully, and Bim gives a tearful laugh. “Well I know, but I was scared I’d be interrupting something or-” “I am always happy to make time for you.” Olivier soothes, and Bim grins sheepishly.

They settle down together to play a few video games while Bim calms down, but eventually looks up at Blue.

“We should go out on a date.” “Is this not a date?” “No, playing video games together isn’t considered a date.” Bim giggles, and Olivier blushes a soft blue.

“I see.”

They head out together, just the two of them. Olivier walks along at an easy pace, but Bim still seems to lag behind no matter what. He’s just thinking. Olivier thinks too, thinks a lot of things all at once.

Soon Bim is grabbing his hand and tugging gently on it. “Please come with me this way, sir.” He says fancily, and Olivier laughs softly.

They head down a small street, then down a path. Soon they’re looking out at the ocean. Normally the ocean makes Olivier a little nervous, but with Bim there? He feels… Content.

Jarring alarms startle him away, and he shoots up from his position. He’s furiously working to shut down the alarms, chirping and whirring as his fingers fly over the keys. He’s just gotten everything under control when he hears Bing behind him.

“Is this your dream?”

Olivier whips around, eyes wide with panic as he realizes the small tablet he had been working on would project what his mind was producing. His dream.

“It-” “You like Bim?” “Isaac-” “Olivier, it’s okay that you like him.” Olivier shakes his head, snatching the tablet.

“Don’t you remember, Isaac? He’s already with someone.” Olivier hisses softly, tossing the tablet aside as he turns back to his monitors. “Now go back to charging.”

“Alright, Oliv.” Isaac sighs, hugging Olivier briefly before shuffling off to plug himself back in.

Once he’s alone, Olivier slumps his shoulders and rests his weight on his hands on the desk.

He hates emotions.

He hits the ground with a loud thud and an odd sound as the wind is forced from his lungs. He makes another odd sound against the pain, flailing his limbs out like a landed fish. Nearby he hears Vivi’s panicked voice, and soon Vivi’s face comes into view.

“I can’t breathe-” Marc gasps, struggling desperately to get air to his lungs.

Above him, Vivian soothes him gently.

“Don’t move, Marc. Just keep still, you’re gonna be okay.” Vivian assures him soothingly.

Marc is terrified, but the calm patience in Vivi’s voice assures him that he’ll be alright. It’s excruciatingly slow, but finally he gets the air back into his lungs. He’s greedy as he takes it in, drinking it down like a dehydrated man.

With his lungs properly filled with air, Marc releases the death grip he had on Vivi’s hand. Everything still hurts, mind you, but at least he can breathe again. Sort of.

“I hated that.”

“I would’ve traded places with you if I could, but unfortunately I couldn’t.” “You would not-” “You know I’d do anything for you, Marc.” Vivian says calmly, meeting Marc’s eyes unwaveringly.

Marc swallows, shaking his head and sitting up slowly.

“The other night you said-” “You know I didn’t mean that. I was drunk off my ass.” Vivian sighs, and Marc knows he’s feeling guilty.

Vivian ducks his head for a moment before straightening up and moving to help Marc to his feet. “I’m sorry. Let’s just go home and forget it all.” He murmurs, and Marc smiles. “There’s one thing I’m not sure I’d want to forget.” Marc whispers, and Vivian quirks a brow.

“And what’s that?” “You.” Marc presses a kiss to Vivi’s cheek, laughing as Vivian turns bright red.

“Now come on, I don’t want Enis to catch us out here. He’ll think we’re fucking or-” “Enis? No. He’ll think we’re having a party without him.” They head back home, hand in hand, heart in heart, together.

“It’s chilly outside.” Wilford comments as they step into the house, and Dark mutters his agreement. “Shut the door.” He growls, and Wilford chuckles. “I might leave it-” “Close the door, Wilford! Please?” Dark takes to something akin to begging, and Wilford frowns softly as he shuts the door.

“Are you cold?” He asks, and after a pause Dark nods his head.

Suddenly guilty for dragging Dark out with him that day, he takes his boyfriend gently by the elbow. They aren’t normally gentle with each other, but Dark looks so miserable Wilford doesn’t feel there’s any choice to it.

Wilford gets Dark changed and tucked into bed before heading downstairs to make hot cocoa. Waiting for it all to be ready is a pain, but as he heads back upstairs to a sleepy Dark it’s a little more worth it.

Wilford settles beside his boyfriend, sipping at his hot drink with a happy huff. Dark in turn relaxes against his pastel boyfriend, sipping happily at his hot chocolate. He seems to be getting sleepier by the moment, and Wilford finds it irresistibly adorable. “I’m sorry I’m so-”

“You’re perfect the way you are.” Wilford murmurs, cutting off whatever it was Dark had been about to say.

Dark blinks at him before smiling softly.

“Even if I am cold natured?” “Even then.” Wilford chuckles, leaning over to kiss Dark’s nose.

Dark laughs softly, and Wilford loves it. It’s breathy, gentle and light. Wilford wishes he would laugh like that more often.

When Dark finally settles down to sleep, Wilford lets him listen to his heartbeat. Dark is out like a light, leaving Wilford to his thoughts.

He wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here.

Of all things to happen to the both of them, C finds this to be one of the most (if not the most) inconvenient. In front of him, A is nearly frothing at the mouth as he pounds at the heavy metal door keeping them trapped in the room. Terribly loud and obnoxious, not to mention every action was pointless. A won’t get through the door, it’s physically impossible even with the shadows. Still, C opts to let him burn himself out rather than try to stop him. A won’t stop whether C intervenes or not, so why bother?

“This is just fucking great.” A snarls finally, plopping onto the ground next to C.

C’s arm aches after being held up so long, but it’s nothing compared to how A’s knuckles must feel. Bruised and an angry red, it goes past just his knuckles. Both of his hands seem to be entirely irritated, and C almost feels sympathetic.

He really doesn’t, but it’s nice to pretend for the sake of image.

“If you would abstain from being so stubbornly difficult, maybe we could devise a plan to-” “Oh shut the fuck up.” A groans, and C sighs. Very well.

He falls into silence and lets A go about grumbling to himself. Then the lights go out, and C wishes he could be angry. He knows he’d scream around right now because this situation is unendingly tedious.

They eventually take to feeling around the room despite C pointing out the fact it’s a bit late seeing as when before they could have looked around, now they have to full on feel where they’re going. A is quick to tell him to shut up once more.

“It’s too goddamned dark. I can’t fucking see shit.” A snarls, and C rolls his eyes.

“Stunning observation, thank you so much for pointing such a conundrum out” “Would you fucking stop with your dumbass fancy words?” A snaps, and C pinches the bridge of his nose.

“It would be best if we focused on getting out, not pointing out pet peeves.” C advises, and A is tempted to punch him. He doesn’t, but he’s tempted.

Eventually, C finds it hard to breathe. They aren’t sure why, but A’s solutions are proving to be somewhat bizarre. With something vaguely resembling irritation, C attempts to get A off to give him space but A shoves back in.

“Quick fucking doing that. I’m trying to save your life, fucker, so hold still.”

Just as the life saving is apparently about to begin, the lights click on and the door opens. The air is much less hard to breathe, and C takes in a proper lungful before he’s being tugged through the now open door.

“Alright asshole, let’s go.”

Ed is busy with his cacti when Claude appears. The google is oddly enough bundled up in a sweater, and as Ed turns to greet him he’s so surprised he lets out a bark of laughter. “What in tarnation are you wearin? Are you cold?” “I am- there is a long story. Can I come help you?” Claude asks, shuffling his feet anxiously.

Ed pulls him into the room, minding the cacti and succulents that he still needs to move away from the floor. Claude easily steps over the obstacles, but inevitably trips over Alberta’s devilish partner in crime Hana.

Claude squeaks and falls right into Ed, who keeps him from falling onto the other cactuses and getting damaged. Claude pauses for a moment to get his bearings before carefully pushing off of Ed and straightening up a bit.

“Apologies.” He mutters, and Ed chuckles a bit. “Nothin to worry your pretty little head over. Now then, you definitely can help me. I need to get Pip and Squeak off of that tall shelf over yonder and get’em down here seein’ as I’ve gotten worlds shorter.” Ed huffs, glaring jokingly at Claude as he snickers over his boyfriend’s struggles.

Claude is putting the two little cacti down when Alberta strikes. The cactus grabs onto Claude’s sweater, and he croaks his confusion as he becomes trapped.

“Ed! Ed help!”

Ed moves over with worry before bursting into hysterical laughter.

“Alberata don’t like that there sweater!” He howls, and Claude whines.

“Don’t just stand there and laugh! Help me!” He whines, and Ed shakes his head.

“Alright then. Let’s go, Alberta ‘ole gal.”

Bea greets Bing as he drives up, the two sharing a long hug and a lot of smiles. Bea leads Bing up to the house, and they settle down to have some lunch inside. Bea would eat with Bing outside, but Bing is tired from his traveling so they decide it’s best to eat inside so Bing can just head off to charge up afterwards.

“You’re gonna stay and help me?” Bea asks upon Bing mentioning it, and Bing laughs softly. “I didn’t fly and drive all this way to just say “hey.” He teases, and Bea blushes lightly.

“Sorry, just- no one ever really stays around to help I guess.” They admit, and Bing smiles happily at them. “Well I’m breaking that record of no one.” He promises, and Bea grins. “I’m glad it’s you.” Bea blurts, and Bling blushes as well this time.

Once they get over that little moment, the two head off to explore together. They’re breaking some crates when Bim squeals in confused excitement.

“What the fuck? Is that slime golden?” “No flubbin way.” Bea gasps, whipping around and finding Bing with a golden slime stuck to his stomach.

What.

“How did- Nevermind. Stay there I need to feed it to get poop!” “You what?”

“Gold poop, sells many moneys!” Bea calls, gathering up some food as quickly as they can.

Lots of food and a few gold poops later, they find the gold slime just really liked Bing apparently. It’s gone once they settle down to watch the sun sink below the horizon, but Bea is still excitedly telling Bing about it.

“Can I hold your hand?” Bing asks suddenly, and Bea blinks. “What?” “Uh- Your hand. Can I hold it?” Bing seems nervous, but Bea smiles.

“Yeah!”

They smile wider as Bing slips his hand into theirs, holding tightly but gentle. It’s nice. They’re at peace. “Hey Bea?” “Hm?” “You can call me Isaac, if you’d want to.”

Being part of someone, only a part, was a hard life to live. Constantly having your actions and thoughts controlled by two overruling emotions leads to so many problems no only personal but professional. Baxter can’t get anything done because he always gets too angry or horny to focus on his material, and it leaves him feeling antsy and uncomfortable.

Baxter hates feeling so incomplete. He feels like a character someone began to make but never quite finished fleshing out so they’re left as someone very predictable and boring. Baxter doesn’t want to be predictable and boring, yet he couldn’t change who and what he was. It was a hard life he lead.

The fact he could die and come back with ease was still something that made his life even more odd and difficult.

“That’s the first time I’ve died in a while. Guess I was overdue.” He huffs, glancing over to Reed as he says it.

Reed is silently clutching his wrist to his chest, doesn’t even seem to have processed what Baxter said to him. Bax rolls his eyes, getting to his feet with a huff.

“Come on Red bull. Let’s get you checked out.”

The doctor is gone, so Baxter takes to home remedies while they wait for his return. The first thing that comes to mind is to ice it, but evidently no one has any ice. So instead he grabs a bag of frozen peas.

He heads back into the bedroom, smiling weakly at Reed.

“Bad news, all out of ice for your sprain. How about some defrosting frozen peas instead?” He offers, hoping to at least get a grimace of a smile.

Instead, Reed takes the peas and then settles down to sleep. Boring. Despite that, Baxter heads to bed as well. Eventually Graham crawls into the bed with them as well, and Baxter heaves out a sigh.

He loves them, he thinks.

He hopes.

It was a peaceful day with nothing to do, nowhere to go, everything was just perfect and beautiful. Then she attacked.

She came out of nowhere and left the city in carnage around her. Silver had no choice but to take chase, dashing along as she wreaked havoc ahead of him. He knew who she was, and evidently she knew who he was.

“My love, my love, my love,” she crooned, “I could destroy you so easily, but I won’t because I love you.”

Silver shakes his head, wipes away the memories of kind smiles and passionate nights spent in her arms. He wipes it away because she’s not his lover anymore, she’s a monster. He can’t love a monster because he’s the hero. Heroes don’t love the monsters.

Not monsters in general but villain, he should say villain.

The battle is long and hard. He strains himself beyond every limit his body has because this battle is important to him. In the end, she lays dead at his feet. He burns her body to prevent anyone from using it as an experiment, and then he makes his way home.

He makes it to the clinic before he collapses.

Doc rushes over and helps him into a bed, and immediately begins to heal what he can manage with his magic. Silver keeps trying to get up, muttering that he needs to get back to work when Doc pushes him gently down by the chest. “You made it really far for being in such bad shape. You’ve earned a rest, Silver.” He states, voice calm with an underlying tone of “don’t fuck with me.” to it.

Silver respects that, and falls still and silent to let the doctor work. “I need to set a bone. It’s going to hurt at best.” “And at wo-ORST-” Silver is stopped mid question as Doc sets the bone with a pop.

“Fuck.” “Sorry Silver.” Edward sighs, healing the rest of the injuries before getting to work using human methods for the rest. Silver doesn’t miss the way the doctor’s hands shake as he finishes, and notices the slight sway to Edward’s step. He’s exhausted.

“I killed her.” Silver states suddenly, and Edward blinks. “Her?” “The villain.” “Oh.” “That makes me the villain of her story, right? Am I a bad person?” “Well, Silver. Everybody plays the villain at some point in their life.” Edward murmurs as he leaves, clicking off the light.

Silver considers those words until late into the night.

He watched as the sky turned from a soft blue to an even softer shade of peach, shivers racking his body as the temperature slowly climbed even lower. Normally he didn’t get cold, but here he was anyways.

He didn’t know what was happening, but he loved it. He knew that technically this was just what happened when fall hit. Things got colder. It was still exciting to him, he was a new being to the world. New.

Shaking himself out, he headed back towards the shelter he’d been calling home for a while. After coming into existence, he’d taken to avoiding his host and instead lived in homeless shelters around the city. If not a shelter he stayed at a place where the homeless all gathered and subtly used his magic to help those he felt deserved it.

Natemare knows of his creator, Nate, but he doesn’t know him very well beyond fan perception and a few odd snippets from Nate’s mind. Not enough to say he knows his creator well or anything, but oh well.

“Hey! You!” He hears, and for a moment he thinks it’s not for him, but then he realizes he’s the only one around.

He turns and finds himself facing a man a few inches taller than him. His eyes are a deep brown marred by randomized flecks of emerald, and they glint with unspoken knowledge. Natemare gets the distinct impression he’s meeting someone very dangerous.

“Can I help you?” Mare asks, and the guy nods a bit.

That’s weird. The guy looks well off, so he isn’t sure how he, a homeless man, can be much help. “You’re like me.” The man says, and Mare blinks in shock. Like him? “You’re an ego.” The world pauses as Mare takes in the man before he realizes.

MatPat. Matthew Patrick. This must be his evil ego.

“You’re-” “Antimatter! Or MadPat.” He grins, sticking out a hand for Mare to shake.

Mare hesitates because his hands are grimy, but when he hesitantly lifts one up Mad takes it without hesitation. The grin is still too wide, the eyes still too smart. Mare trusts him anyways, even decides he quite likes him.

Mare and Mad become fast friends, and with that comes the trials of dealing with an insane scientist for a friend. Mad deals with a lot of things that explode, as well as just chemicals and robotics. Mare commonly finds himself being amazed by the sheer amount of knowledge Mad seems to carry with him.

“Are you sure about this?” Nate asks, looking at the objects in his hands. “I’m never sure about anything, but let’s do it anyway.” Mad laughs, starting the setup for this little project.

Surprisingly, the whole thing goes off without a hitch. Mad is excited, and he’s just so happy Mare can’t help but feel excited too. They celebrate with drinks, but Mare notices as usual his friend keeps from drinking more than two drinks. He’s curious, but he doesn’t question because he doesn’t know what personal reasons could be hiding there.

Afterwards, a chaotic conversation occurs. Chaotic in a good way, surprisingly. A way that leaves Natemare and MadPat wheezing.

“I’m not even a person most of the time and you want me to be your moral center? Are you fucking crazy?”

“I am!” Mad cackles, and they both dissolve into their own fits of laughter.

All good times are ruined by some bad, and Natemare can’t quite believe this is the bad that interrupts their good. He learns through a phone call that Mad has been burned horribly, almost killed Mare’s creator, Mark (or one of his egos- Mad seems unsure), and some guy named AJ. He doesn’t ask Natemare to come see him, just offers an explanation for why he won’t be around as much anymore.

That’s all.

Natemare comes to visit him anyways.

“You don’t have to be here. I didn’t ask you to be.” Mad says hoarsely, looking over at him with nothing but feverish pain in his eyes. “Yeah well you need someone right now. And I’m sure as hell not gonna leave you in this state.” Mare states bluntly, settling down at Mad’s bedside.

Natemare is a lot of things, and one of those is protective over his loved ones. He’s not going to leave Mad to suffer alone, he’s not going to abandon him. He’s going to take care of him.

Whether Mad likes it or not.

They’re playing chess together. It’s late in the night, but both of them seem to share a similar trait. Not being able to sleep.

Dark sighs, shifting another piece into place and quietly letting Host know what move he had made. Host frowns, and like a spoiled child looks at Dark.

“That’s not fair.” He huffs, and Dark rolls his eyes.

“Host, this is chess, I’m playing to win not humor your tired brain and play easy.” He sighs, and Host chuckles.

“The Host is only teasing Dark. Though, Dark sounds rather tired. The Host suggests politely that Dark go and get some sleep.” Host murmurs, frowning as Dark scoffs.

“Don’t be absurd. I’m perfectly fine without sleep.” “Dark should stop being so difficult.” Host grumbles, and Dark rolls his eyes.

“You can’t force me.” “The Host will not harm you, however he will not hesitate to use narration to get you to bed.” Host threatens, and Dark sighs.

“Now you’re being unfair. Host, my friend, I assure you I don’t need sleep. Not right now.” “Darkiplier refuses to admit that he is having nightmares again.” “Because we don’t need to discuss my bad dreams, Host.” Dark grits out, glaring at his friend from across the board.

Host sighs heavily, setting a piece down carefully.

“Checkmate.”

He listens to Dark curse softly before gathering his energy and beginning to narrate.

“Dark feels suddenly very tired, and despite his prior insistence upon not needing sleep he feels compelled to go to bed. His mind will not be plagued with nightmares tonight, and will remain clear. He knows this, and heads off to bed without another word to the Host.” Host narrates firmly, and watches as Dark stiffens before heading off.

Host slumps forward, now feeling thoroughly exhausted. He cleans up the chess, tucks in their chairs, and heads off to his own room.

He finds Edward curled up on one side, Orwell asleep on the pillow by his head. Host smiles, running a hand over the dragon’s scales and his boyfriend’s hair before he settles down to sleep.

Everyone has a good sleep that night.

“You tried to kill me.” Anti gasps, looking at the Host in shock. “Is Anti hurt at all?” Host drawls boredly, adjusting the papers on his desk into proper order.

Anti, seething at the level of calm the Host seems to keep about him, glitches violently.

“You tried to kill me!” “The Host reminds Anti that he has already said this, however this angers Anti even further. Host reminds Anti what will happen if he attempts to, in any way, harm the Host.” Host’s voice is low as he warns Anti, but not really angry.

Anti wonders if he has any emotions at all.

“It was your fault it happened. All yours.” Anti snarls, and Host only grimaces slightly. “The Host supposes in a way the blame could of course be placed with him, however he would very much like to remind Anti that isn’t how the situation happened. If anyone is to blame for it all it would be Anti himself. Had he not been attempting to pull such an unnecessary and somewhat cruel prank on the Host, this all could have been avoided.” Host points out, tone growing icier as he goes on.

Anti growls, pacing like a caged animal before he finally moves to sit down with an angry sigh. Host would roll his eyes if he still had eyes to roll, shaking his head as well before letting himself focus back in on getting his desk back in order.

“I’m part of the pathetic line of egos, aren’t I?” Anti asks randomly, and Host hums before shaking his head.

“Anti is plenty powerful, most definitely not pathetic.”

It isn’t peace, and maybe it won’t ever be, but at least they aren’t trying to slaughter each other.

“You look so comfy and cuddle-able, Marv! We gotta go soon though dude, so get up okay?” Chase asks gently, shaking Marvin lightly.

Marvin groans, and Chase laughs sympathetically.

“I know dude, but come on. Up!” Chase says before heading off to make sure everything is in order.

Today is Marvin’s birthday and he’s chosen to spend it out with Chase shopping. The man has become so much like a father to him he wants to spend some time properly bonding with him. Chase was elated when Marvin told him, so Marvin feels he made the right choice there.

He trudges downstairs once he’s gotten dressed, yawning and rubbing at his eyes like a child in a movie. Chase meet him, still all bright smiles and sunshine. It’s annoying sometimes, but still always contagious.

Upon entering the mall, Marvin immediately perks up. Chase grins, but blinks as Marvin turns to him looking suddenly overwhelmed. His tall magic son holds out a hand, and blinks sadly.

“Could you hold my hand so I don’t get lost or anything?” He asks, and Chase lets out a soft laugh.

“Of course, kiddo. Now c’mon, let’s go find those action figures you wanted.”

Marvin squeals and takes off, Chase laughing and following behind him.

Marvin finds the right store and right section so quickly Chase feels he’s been here time and time again. Chase huffs out a breath, and steels himself for what he knows will be high prices. He’s here to spend money on his magic son. He’s saved up money for all of their birthdays more or less, it’s to be special.

“Dad! Dad can I please get this one?” Marvin gasps, and of course, it’s the most expensive toy there.

Of course.

“Don’t give me that puppy dog face. How am I supposed to say no to that?” Chase teases, smiling softly as Marvin giggles at him. “Make sure you take good care of it, Marv, okay?” He warns, and Marvin nods his head excitedly.

“I promise, dad.”

Marvin’s one action figure wipes out a good chunk of what Chase has saved, but he still has enough to buy a few more cheaper ones. After that he dips into personal funds to buy Marvin a stuffed animal. With that, they head out.

Marvin practically bounces his way to the car, and Chase watches him go with a fond smile.

Happy birthday Marv, he thinks to himself, I hope it was a good one.

Anti and Oliver became friends against everything that might suggest they wouldn’t. After all, Blue and Chase were dating now. It made sense they would try to get along. Kind of.

Either way, Oliver found his glitching anger friend to be enjoyable! He made good jokes sometimes and even when he was being mean Oliver could tell he cared.

“You have something in your hair, umm, do you want me to get it out?” Anti had asked on their first day out as friends, and Oliver had laughed so hard about how awkward Anti had been he’d cried.

“Don’t pretend I didn’t just see what you were doing.” Oliver had said after walking in on Anti carving up one of Marvin’s favorite action figures.

They have an odd balance going on with good and bad, but it works out okay. Anti’s tendency to protect his loved ones and Oliver mischievous streak make up for the gaps left by varying personality traits.

Tonight is supposed to be movie night. Supposed to be because Anti has fallen asleep halfway through the second movie. While one and a half is movie enough, Oliver is just miffed Anti promised not to fall asleep but fell asleep so quickly.

He wakes Anti up when the movie ends, just to send him to bed.

“You promised you wouldn’t fall asleep.” He huffs, pretending to be genuinely upset.

Anti looks confused, then apologetic as he looks up at Oliver. “‘M sorry Ollie, didn’t mean ta fall asleep on ya.” He slurs, and Oliver rolls his eyes with an affectionate grin.

“Please just go to bed you idiot.” He snorts, and Anti giggles sleepily.

They say their goodnights, and Anti trudges off to his room. Oliver settles down to the charge, content despite the fact his movie buddy kind of ruined their movie plans. It was okay.

There was always next time.

Prompts and Requests

Like gang Dark/Bim? “Can I help you?” “You’re not like everyone else.” “I like you.” “I’ve got nowhere to go.”

Or evil Bim/Wilfy? “You look pretty good, considering you just got shot.” “Don’t underestimate me.” “You tried to kill me.” “who do you think you are?”

Or Bim /Olivier? “No playing video games together is not considered a date.” “I would have stayed if you asked.” “Is this your dream?” “Please come with me.”

Or Gamer / Vivian? “Don’t move.” “I can’t breathe.” “You know I’d do anything for you.” “You know I didn’t mean that.”

JimAlan “We’re supposed to be working.” “I’m a mess.” “Please don’t be mad at me.” “I’m gonna need more coffee.”

Darkstache “Are you cold?” “It’s chilly outside.” “Shut the door.” “You’re perfect the way you are.”

AC “I’m trying to save your life.” “It’s too dark. I can’t see anything.” “Stop being so difficult.” “This is just great.”

EdClaude “Can I help you?” “Are you cold?” “I can’t help it.” “Don’t just stand there, help me!”

BeaBing “Can I hold your hand?” “What the fuck?” “No fucking way.” “I didn’t drive all this way to say ‘hey’.”

Baxter ”I feel incomplete and I fucking hate it” “That’s the first time I’ve died in a while. Guess I was overdue.” “Bad news, no ice for your sprain. How about defrosting frozen peas?” “I love them, I think. I hope.”

Silver It was a peaceful day, nothing to do, nowhere to go, everything was perfect “My love, my love, my love. I could destroy you so easily, but I won’t, because I love you.” “You made it really far for being in such bad shape, you’ve earned a rest.” “It’s going to hurt, at best.” “Everybody plays the villain at some point in their life.”

Mare They watched as the sky turned into a mix of orange and pink, feeling shivers wrack their body as it got colder. “I don’t know what’s happening but I love it.” “You don’t have to be here. I didn’t ask you to be.” “Yeah well you need someone right now. And I’m sure as hell not gonna leave you in this state.” “Are you sure about this?” “I’m never sure about anything, but let’s do it anyway.” “I’m not even a person most of the time and you want me to be your moral center? Are you fucking crazy?”

Host & Dark (-shrug) “That’s not fair.” “I’m not gonna hurt you.” “Stop being so difficult.” “You need sleep.”

Anti >:( Host (idk I just feel like the hosts quietness and antis chaos would clash but they’d be like frienemies (?)) “Are you hurt?” “You tried to kill me.” “I’m pathetic.” "It was your fault.”

Chase & Marvin (smol sons) “Could you hold my hand?” “You look so comfy, and cuddle-able.” “Don’t give me that puppy dog face. How am I supposed to say no to that?” “Make sure you take good care of it.

Anti and Oliver as friends “You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?” “You promised you wouldn’t fall asleep.” “Don’t pretend I didn’t just see what you were doing.” "Please just go to bed.”

#snarky writes

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theforgottengn · 7 years ago

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A Passionless Affair

Characters: Uniform, Unnamed Informant, India, Delta, Zulu

Word Count: 2,567 (not entirely sure if this is right btw)

Trigger Warning: Swearing. Mention of blood. Mention of sex.

Summary: First off here’s hoping that this posts this time around. If not I give up. Anyway. One-shot I’ve been wanting to do for a while just to get into Uniform's head space. Or to try to at least. Basically Uniform's narcissistic ideas finally come to life when an informant falls for him. Only problem with that is she thinks the two of them are getting married.

I awake at precisely 0300 hours like I always do. Being on a mission never changes my daily routine so no matter where I am I stick to my schedule. And one of the many benefits of a cell phone, besides the fact that having one makes it easier to blend in, is the alarm clock. Since it’s always set for the same time of day I always wake before the sun rises.

Today makes no difference.

Waking far earlier than the green-eyed, olive-skinned, brunette who still sleeps face down on the queen-sized bed in the hotel room. I don’t even look at her as I pull the covers off and quietly get out of the bed. I stretch for a minute or two before falling to the floor. That is when I begin my morning exercises with push-ups.

Counting aloud as I always do.

When the count hits 200 I turn into the sit-up position. At the same time I hear a quiet, mouse-like, groan. I can tell by the noise that the woman on the bed is waking but she isn’t important to me any longer. I don’t even remember her name not that it matters anymore. My job finally finished last night after three, long and arduous, months. I got what I needed and she was none the wiser.

I continue to ignore her and work through my routine.

“Good morning, handsome. You ready to talk now?” the woman coos in accented English as she moves to the edge of the bed. The creak of the cheaply made bed frames makes me grit my teeth in annoyance. I regret not putting in headphones and listening to music. Now I have no reason for ignoring the woman and her small talk but I continue to do so as I get up from the floor and begin lateral lunges.

“Hey,” she says as she throws a pillow at my face minutes later. I don’t even have to move to dodge her pathetic excuse for a throw. “Are you even listening to me?” she asks with a girlish pout.

No. I am not.

I turn to her with a confused look; “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because, you’re acting like you’re hiding something. I know everything about you, babe, don’t you think I can tell when you’re holding back?”

You do not know a thing about me, lady.

She sits on the edge of the bed and wraps her arms around my shoulders. Nuzzling her face into the side of neck she breathes in deep; inhaling my nasty after workout smell.

“We’ve known each other for such a long time it makes no sense to not talk about it. You can’t avoid marriage forever, and besides, don’t you love me?” she punctuates her question with a kiss of which I’m forced to return.

I face her and shrug; quickly flashing one of my million-dollar, heart-melting, smiles. “Sorry babe, but, I need to shower. Can we talk about this later?”

I don’t let the brunette answer before I enter the bathroom and lock the door. Once alone I shudder at all of this fake lovey-dovey bullshit. It means absolutely nothing to me. I turn the shower on full blast but don’t get in. Instead I put my comm. in my ear and make a call to India. As I wait for her to pick up I admire my reflection in the bathroom mirror.

“Our intel was right,” I say once India answers on the other end.

“She confirmed our suspicions about the ambassador. He’s definitely going to make a move on the PM and it’s going to be very soon.”

She probably didn’t tell you how; they never do. Did she say when this was happening? Or where?

I curse under my breath when I realize I completely forgot to find out that information and hope India didn’t hear the obscenity I let slip. With everything else I’d been occupied with for the last three months it completely slipped my mind. I rub a hand over my face; utterly humiliated with myself.

“I don’t have that information, India.”

India sighs and I can imagine the face she’s making on the other end. A face I’ve seen about twenty total times in my life; counting right now. Each one for the very few times I messed up and she got mad. To be fair some of those times weren’t even my fault.

I deserve for India to be mad at me this time. This is all on me.

Just get it, and make a clean break with her, ok?

“Don’t I always?”

Before India can pull one of her classic moves and silently sign off I pull back. I have to tell her even if I don’t want to admit it.

“I can’t do it,” I confess.

What do you mean?

“Make a clean break. I can’t do it this time, Indy. There’s no way.”

Ok, you never call me Indy unless you’ve epically screwed up. Un? What did you do?

I run a hand through my hair and think of the best way to explain this. Realizing there is no best way I just blurt it out: “She’s in love with me!”

The informant? she snorts.

“No. My insanely hot, imaginary, biker girlfriend who goes to college and lives in Canada. What am I a pubescent teenage boy? Of course the informant!”

She’s in love with you?

“Didn’t I say that already?”

You? In love with you? I mean you say this almost all the time, about every person you’ve been with, Un. But this one’s real. She’s really in love with you? Like, for real?

“Yes! She’s in love with me, but, that’s not all. She wants us to get married.”

Now that’s a game changer.

“What do I do, Indy? Tell me what to do.” I say desperately.

But my plea is met with complete comm. silence from her end. I wait a few minutes but India doesn’t come back. Cursing myself I regret not calling Delta instead. I let out a frustrated scream and punch the mirror; breaking the glass and cutting my hand.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

A light knock on the bathroom door is followed by a call from the wannabe bride; “Everything okay in there?”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Completely unsure of what to do I quickly grab a washcloth and hop into the shower. Holding cloth against my bleeding hand I stand under the water for a few short seconds then shut it off. Calmly, and as quickly as I can, I clean the glass from the cuts on my hand. Then I grab two more towels from the rack; another washcloth and a bath sheet. First I wrap the bath sheet around my waist. And then I wrap the washcloth around my hand; tightly. I take a deep breath, unlock the bathroom door, and open it.

“Oh my God!” she exclaims upon seeing my wrapped hand.

“It’s nothing. I’m fine. ... I, uh, slipped in the shower,” I say as calmly as possible.

“We should get something to eat. I’m starving. You? I’ll just change real quick and then we can go to that coffee shop you’re always talking about. Sounds good? Great.”

I rapid-fire as I rush out of the bathroom, grab some clothes from the closet, and dash back into the bathroom.

“Baby! You don’t have to do that,” she calls. “We’re going to be married soon and besides I’ve already seen...”

I mentally block her out as I change; I need to figure out a plan of attack for breaking it off with her. There is no easy way to do this and besides this woman is as crazy as they come. She’s dead set on believing that we’re getting married even though I’ve agreed to nothing of the sort. I dont want her to do anything reckless and psychotic when I end this. Ending this as quickly as possible is the best thing for the both of us.

I never had any feelings for her but I will admit I will miss one thing. The intimacy.

Fully clothed I take a look at myself in the mirror; stunning as always. As I began to style my hair I call out and ask her if she’s ready. She says that she needs a few more minutes and then calls me some other stupid pet name girls call their boyfriends. Not that I am her boyfriend or ever was. I’m thankful for the extra time and use it to figure out how to tell her the truth. Well, the parts I can tell her.

How do you explain that to someone? Where do you even begin?

“Oh, by the way, I never had any feelings for you. None. Even the sex we had was meaningless. I just liked the way your body felt against mine.”

Unsure of what to do, I start to pace from the worry, when a sudden call comes through my ear comm. And sure enough it’s the one person I should’ve called from the beginning. The sound of her bright, soothing voice calms me down almost instantly. She rehashes the gist of what I told India then takes a slight pause.

So, Un, what can I do to help?

“I don’t know Delta. This informant, she's... well, bat-shit insane is putting it lightly. Most people go for dinner and a movie for their first date. My usual go-to is either a bar or a wine-tasting event. But neither was good enough for her. On our first date she forced me to go with her to spray graffiti all over her old boss’ house. Besides all that this woman has known a fake version of me for only three months and she’s ready to marry him.”

Delta sighs and I can imagine her twirling strands of her blonde hair on her finger like she always does when she’s thinking. I hear the sound of air intake as Delta tries to begin her bit of advice, but, she’s cut off by a very loud and annoyed sigh.

“Zulu?”

Of course. If you’re looking for advice, Un, you’ve come to right place.

“I did not ask you, Zulu. You eavesdropped on us and then squeezed in like you always do!”

I can see her shrug as she says: Just doing my job. But in all seriousness, Un, you remember what I love to call you?

“A glorified spy-whore?”

Exactly! So, do what you do best and, whore your hot little ass around for a couple days. You’ll break her heart; she’ll cry and break it off, probably be emotionally scarred for life and, never love anyone ever again. You know, what you normally do.

Zulu! Not helping! Delta exclaims; almost shouting my ear off.

Un, don’t listen to her, okay?

“Like I was going to.”

Do what you do best. Lie through your teeth.

I end the call and exit the bathroom. I don’t even look at the woman as I grab my coat and leave the room. Once outside I call for a taxi and continue to ignore her. She tries to make some small talk about something but it falls on deaf ears. The brunette angrily crosses her arms and loudly huffs. I know she’s doing it to get my attention so I say nothing. When the black taxi pulls up I climb inside first instead of holding the door open for her.

We spend the entire cab ride to the coffee shop in utter silence; much to the annoyance of our driver.

Upon arriving at the coffee shop I allow the, now very angry, brunette to exit the taxi before I do. I pay the fee and thank the driver in his native tongue for putting up with us. He laughs and replies with some snide comment about his own wife. I fake a laugh and thank the man again before exiting the taxi. When I exit the taxi I see the woman waiting impatiently at the door to the coffee shop.

I offer my arm but she does not take it.

We walk inside the coffee shop together and sit at a table nearest to the door. I stand as she sits down and scan the rest of the coffee shop. Lucky for us the place is pretty much empty which is great just in case this crazy woman decides to cause a scene.

I sit down and say nothing but I can feel the woman’s eyes on me as I look at the menu. I’m not even reading the menu but instead gauging her reaction to the cold shoulder I’ve been giving her. She’s obviously not pleased and seems to be verging on angry again. I don’t want that because who knows what she might do.

I reach across the table and grab her hand. She looks at our intertwined hands then up at me. Her bold green eyes meet mine.

“I thought about what you said, Natalie, and if you’re making an official proposal then I say yes.”

“Oh my God! Really? I... Wait. Who’s Natalie?”

The happiness in her eyes quickly changes to pure fury. She tosses my hand away and crosses her arms over her chest.

“Heather. I meant Heather.”

“Who. Is. Heather?”

I pretend to be confused and act like I didn’t say some other woman’s name. The green-eyed brunette across from me is not buying into my act. She thinks she sees right through me. Throwing her hand up in the air she begins to accuse me of not knowing her name; which is entirely true because I don’t know her name.

“Are you cheating on me, Richard Patrick Stephens?”

So that’s what my fake name was!

She barely ever called me by my fake name these past three months, mostly calling me baby and other pet names like that, so I had completely forgotten what it was. Taking the small moment to smile at my own stupidity of forgetting my fake identity I laughed. She thought I was laughing at her and she did not take that response well.

“You think this is funny?”

“I do, because you’re right. I am cheating on you. And I have been cheating on you ever since we started dating. But, I’m not cheating anymore. I love you.I promise I’ll never do it again. I swear on my mother’s grave I’m not that person anymore. You’ve changed me, Amanda.”

“My name’s Sofia, you fucking asshole!”

With that she tosses her glass of water in my face and storms out of the coffee shop. When she was fully out of sight I also left. As I walked down the street I called India on the comm. link to tell her the good news. Then I remembered I never got the rest of the information I needed since I was too distracted with the marriage proposal. I quickly ended the call before India could pick up.

Exhaling deeply I was far beyond relived I escaped a forced, and entirely loveless, marriage. Finally ridding myself of the psychotic woman I was forced to spend three months with was the greatest feeling in the world. And even though my stupidity might have cost us this mission I do not care at all.

Only thing left to do is cut her out of all the pictures of us.

#here's a thing #if it ever actually posts #the forgotten #story snippet #one-shot #india company #agent uniform #agent india #agent delta #agent zulu #induni #delform #zuni #that induni dialogue seems more fitting for zuni now that i re-read it #oh well #live and learn i guess

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