#the final void juice monster

[review-anon]

I know little red is still around, maybe you guys could find and ask her? I am sure that red hooded mercenary would help out, or at least try. - Abno anon

That's all well and good but we don't even know where she even is!

Wait is that a woman in a red cloak and hood?

HHEEYYYYYY WOMAN IN RED CLOAK OVER HERE!

*The woman clearly heard them and came over*

Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary: What's with all the screaming over here?

Hey you can kill shit right? Well there's something we really need fucking dead right now.

Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary: As long as you pay me good, I will kill this thing you request, what is it?

Well Sonia and Fuyuhiko you guys are wealthy so you can bill the cost, right?

Indeed, there is a vile monster born from a foul liquid in that room and its harming two people now, its immune to most normal weapons that's why we cannot go in there...can you kill it?

Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary: Oh so its one of THOSE creatures isn't it? Annoying bastards...but I will be sure to put them to rest.

*Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary swings the door wide open and with a yell of "Eat lead bitches" fires her machine gun with reckless abandon into the room*

ARGGGHHH!!! Who's shooting like a madman in here?

I-I don't have nine lives here!

*The more slowly grow inhuman fake David looks down to see his body is ridden with bullet holes* Well that was just rude. *The holes immediately close up*

Oh lookie here its one of those freaks running around, and who are you supposed to be? Some edgy Little Red Riding Hood?

Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary: You have a healing factor...like HE does...

Ooooo are you referring to your furry friend; the Big Bad Wolf?

Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary: *Her one eye starts to glow yellow* What did you just say?

You know...I always found it silly humans feared wolves so much, sure a pack is dangerous but the one in the fairytale is a lone wolf, which doesn't exist in nature.

A wolf that cannot work with others is worthless...and no wonder they die so easily...no if you want to strike fear into humans...you need to take on another apex predator, one that doesn't fear anything...one that can hold a grudge and chases you to the end of the earth....

What I am trying to say is you should fear the TRUE king of the Jungle...the Tiger...

*The Fake David starts to bubble and melt as the humanoid body starts to morph into something...inhuman...more animalistic...and much much bigger...*

No.....

What's going on Nico? Do you know what is happening?

....That monster in the Medical Bay, it got that form from feeding off Kyoji's negative emotions...and yet we have another monster but nobody who's bad thoughts have been fed on...

Or at least I thought...but there is ONE other person who has been infected with Void Juice for a long time...enough for a form to be forged from it...

However...I cannot say this person is actually a human.

N-Nico? Are you saying that this other form came from-?

*Eventually the creature shaped into a more animal like shape, one that is very familar as it looks like a fully grown Sumerian Tiger, abet one with very pale fur however there is some very off features to it. Firstly the stripes on its body are actually dark purple inky tentacles that are fully capable to being used as ones, its mouth is impossibly wide and the ink is massively concentrated around the eyes which are now a piercing yellow colour, and lastly its much much larger then a normal tiger being more akin to the size of a bear*

Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary: *Loads up the shotgun* Well aren't you going be nice to look at as a display when I cut off your head?

T-This...cannot be...is this monster based off Sawa's own inner demons and regrets?

...I'm afraid so.

*The Tiger Monster chuckled loudly and lunged at Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary while she is firing bullets into it...and them not having any effect on it*

[what-have-i-unleashed]

just a quick stop

finally, the full fic of weird fluffy kist that i have been agonizing over...

(cw: violence, minor character death, a bit spicy - lime on the citrus scale)

killer and dust have been trekking through the dark endless space for a while. killer has been chattering nonstop, filling the empty void with his voice, which dust appreciates. were he to be left floundering in the silence, he'd go crazy just like the many unfortunate souls that have stumbled into this non-place.

this "multiverse station" doesn't seem to have an attendant, only an eerie display of monster dust and decayed human bodies scattered sparsely throughout. yet, killer doesn't seem to be deterred a single bit. he's confidently announced that they would get out of here and back on track to their scheduled date in a mobfell universe.

"trust me, honeyboo," killer gestures with his hand waving around like an excited kid. he's leading dust with his other with his other hand nestled in dust's. the handhold is securely warm in contrast to the chilly void. "my intuition is never wrong. we're definitely on the right path."

your boyfriend is a dumbass, brother, papyrus sighs, floating next to dust.

"i know, bro," he murmurs, smirking into his scarf.

killer turns around, as if hearing what he said. "huh? have something to say, dusty?"

"nothing. guide us through this darkness, o wise guy," dust replies.

killer tilts his head, his signature grin widening. "sure thing, lover boy~"

they walk and walk and walk until dust sees something in the far distance - a white light in the black void. killer, still holding his hand, runs towards the light. dust stumbles as he's dragged along. as they get closer to the light, dust can see it is fragments of some sort of dilapidated train station. there sit three wooden benches in various stages of damage. next to one is a sign in an undecipherable language, along with an equally incomprehensible map, probably of the available pathways. a single bright lamp illuminates the area. as killer fawns over the map, dust stands back idly and makes a mistake looking up at the lamp post - he quickly turns away when he realizes there is a white soul trapped inside the lantern, pulsing slowly. fortunately, before dust can think about it, killer whistles at him and beckons him over.

when dust languidly makes over to killer, the hybrid-souled being speaks animatedly, "looks like we're at this stop point," he points to a faded star mark on the map. "if we want to make it to our destination, we can just go straight ahead from here."

killer traces a long-winded path to another symbol on the map. dust doesn't claim to know much about the jumble that is multiverse travel, so he has no choice but to trust his partner.

"but how can we travel to there?" he asks. "your token is out of juice."

killer gives him an impish grin. "we wait."

and so wait they do. the couple rests on the bench nearest to the station sign, with dust sitting in a corner and killer lounging indulgently, wrapping one arm behind dust's shoulders. bored out of his mind, dust pulls out his cigarette pack and puts one in his mouth. he searches for the lighter in his pockets, only to hear a click right next to him. turning to his left, he sees killer holding out the lighter with the flame on, an inviting wink flashing his face. amused, dust leans in to light the end of the cig, keeping his gaze on killer, whose cheshire smile doesn't wane the whole time. dust leans back and lets out a puff of smoke. he can feel killer's gaze on him.

"so, what else can you put in your mouth, bunny?"

dust glances at killer from the corner of his eye socket. the other skeleton is resting his chin on his closed fist, a mischievous grin on his face. dust looks him up and down before replying dryly.

"you're that bored?"

"maybe i am. maybe you should help me entertain myself."

dust scoffs lightly, but still indulges his boyfriend. "you want a fight then?"

"if that fight involves that mouth of yours, then yeah."

without further prompting, killer slides off his seat and crawls into dust's lap, kneeling over his slouching figure. from dust's point of view, the white light from the lamp washes over killer like a soft halo, his face obscured by the darkness, only somewhat lit by that red soul of his. the shape of the soul is wavering somewhere between an upside-down heart and a target, making dust consider killer carefully. extinguishing the cig on the handle of the bench, he slowly reaches his hand to cup killer's cheek.

"this okay?" he asks quietly, to which killer answers, nuzzling into his hand.

"yeah."

dust guides killer down towards him and nips the corner of his mouth, trailing small pecks along the jaw. he feels killer shiver and doubles his efforts, quickly moving his mouth down killer's neck - or at least the parts not covered by killer's turtleneck that is - while helping killer taking his jacket off his body. dust lets his teeth graze near the nape of killer's neck, smirking into the turtleneck when he feels killer grabbing onto his arms and pulling him closer. dust complies, snaking his hand up inside killer's shirt while teasing him with lazy kisses and half-licks around his mandible. killer's bones are scarred under dust's hand, but dust pays them no mind as he lightly caresses his lover's sternum.

impatient, killer grabs dust's skull with both hands and pulls him into a biting kiss, nipping and growling into it, which only stirs dust into doing the same. the wet, breathy sounds of them exploring each other's mouths echo in the empty void. killer lightly grinds on dust's lap, smiling as he feels dust jerk in surprise. the hooded skeleton only tightens his grip on killer's lower ribs, which prompts a quiet moan out of killer.

but there's something else too, a piercing whine coming out of somewhere.

dust is the first to pull back, his face flushing blue and his tone breathless as he whispers, "did you hear that?"

killer smirks at him, not looking as out of breath as his lover is. "might be our ticket out of here."

with that, they hide behind the rubble of the station, both of them eagerly watching whichever unfortunate soul has wandered in here. it's not long before they see a dog monster approach the bright lamp and survey the map, looking as confused as dust was previously. killer and dust look at each other, silently communicating with their eyes, before each of them move in the opposite direction, effectively circling their unknowing victim.

killer is fast, throwing a knife at the dog monster before dust can formulate a plan. the dog monster startles and howls as the knife penetrates into their thigh. they collapse, and dust, not wanting killer to steal his kill, quickly raises a barrage of bones piercing through their head, dusting them right away. it's all over under one minute.

"aw babe, really?" killer whines as dust feels the exp running through his body, making him shiver. "you gotta have to take those measly exp?"

dust shrugs. "payback for last time you stole my kill."

killer sticks out his tongue, unapologetic. "i still have next time. by the way, what's in their inventory?"

dust, as the winner of the short-lived battle, rustles through the dust pile to see some gold coins, a notebook of some kind, and finally a travel token. picking up the token, he checks the thing for any forgery then throws it at killer. killer catches the thing with one hand and inspects it with his softly lit eyelight.

"is it enough?" dust asks, relieved to see killer nod.

"should be enough for our trip. we can always take more from another."

"finally," dust breathes out, and killer chuckles, putting his arm around dust's shoulders.

"don't be so impatient, mon beau," he whispers near dust's skull. "after the dinner, we can continue what we did back there."

dust stares at killer, trying hard to stop the blush forming on his face. he mumbles angrily as both of them swiftly disappears from the station. truly, killer should be glad he's dust's boyfriend, else he would be forced to eat concrete right now.

[barclaysangel]

Junior Wheeler Playlist

*pats playlist* This bad boy can fit 207 songs that lasts in total 12 hours and 27 minutes. I fixate too much on Junior. But I got inspired by @high-functioning-fang1rl Nica playlist so I had to do one for Junior too.

This is on my iTunes account and idk how to manage Spotify so if y'all wanna listen to it, I'm going to put all the songs down below. The ones with * on it are the ones I 1000000% relate for Junior. And feel free to send asks about any of the songs and I'll legit do a lyric analyst to explain why I chose it for Junior.

Anyway, enjoy :)

Avril Lavigne

Losing Grip*

Wish You Were Here

Let Me Go

Billie Eilish

COPYCAT

lovely*

you should see me in a crown*

bury a friend

everything i wanted*

Therefore I Am

Happier Than Ever*

Christina Perri

Distance

The Lonely*

Tragedy

Human

Digital Daggers

Where the Lonely Ones Roam*

The Devil Within*

Can't Sleep, Can't Breathe

Still Here*

Bad Intentions

Dorothy

Raise Hell*

Wicked Ones

Beetlejuice the Musical

Dead Mom*

Say My Name

That Beautiful Sound

Home*

Evanescence

Going Under*

Bring Me To Life

Everybody's Fool*

My Immortal*

Tourniquet

Hello*

My Last Breath

Whisper*

Sweet Sacrifice*

Weight of the World*

Lithium*

Like You

Lose Control*

All That I Am Living For

Made of Stone*

The Change*

My Heart Is Broken

The Other Side

Lost in Paradise*

Sick*

Never Go Back

A New Way To Bleed*

Even in Death

Missing*

Farther Away

Fall Out Boy

I Don't Care*

My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark

Alone Together*

Young Volcanoes*

Irresistible

Centuries*

Immortals*

Halsey

Empty Gold

Hold Me Down*

New Americana*

Ghost

Colors*

Colors, Pt. II

Gasoline*

Control*

I Walk the Line

Alone*

Now or Never

Sorry

Good Mourning*

Lie*

Angel on Fire*

Devil in Me*

clementine

Graveyard

Forever ... (is a long time)*

I HATE EVERYBODY*

3am*

Finally // beautiful stranger*

Still Learning

Bells in Santa Fe*

Easier than Lying*

Lilith

Darling*

1121*

honey

Whispers*

Ya'aburnee

People Disappear Here*

Hollywood Undead

Young*

Paradise Lost*

Another Way Out

We Are*

Medicine

Renegade

Imagine Dragons

Radioactive

Demons*

I'm So Sorry*

Monster*

Who We Are

Natural*

Enemy*

LINKIN PARK

Faint

Numb*

What I've Done*

Heavy

Livingston

Shadow*

Surprise!*

Marina and The Diamonds

Oh No!*

Teen Idle

Melanie Martinez

Dollhouse*

Soap*

Training Wheels

Pity Party*

Milk and Cookies*

Mad Hatter*

The Principal

Show & Tell*

Drama Club

Lunchbox Friends*

Orange Juice*

High School Sweethearts

DEATH*

VOID*

FAERIE SOIREE

LIGHT SHOWER

SPIDER WEB*

LEECHES*

BATTLE OF THE LARYNX*

THE CONTORTIONIST*

NYMPHOLOGY

EVIL*

PLUTO*

Olivia Rodrigo

brutal*

Can't Catch Me Now*

Queen

Bohemian Rhapsody*

Under Pressure

The Show Must Go On*

Set It Off

Nightmare*

I'll Sleep When I'm Dead*

Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

Skillet

Falling Inside the Black*

Monster*

Taylor Swift

I Did Something Bad*

Don't Blame Me*

Look What You Made Me Do*

my tears ricochet

seven*

this is me trying*

hoax

Anti-Hero*

You're On Your Own, Kid*

Vigilante Shit*

Three Days Grace

Just Like You*

I Hate Everything About You

Born Like This

Overrated*

Pain*

Animal I Have Become*

Riot

Let It Die

Bitter Taste*

Break

The Good Life*

Someone Who Cares*

Chalk Outline

Misery Loves My Company*

Human Race*

Pain Killer*

Fallen Angel

So What*

Nothing's Fair in Love and War

One Too Many

twenty one pilots

Stressed Out*

Ride

Fairly Local*

Other Artists

Let Me Down Slowly by Alec Benjamin

Here by Alessia Cara*

Panic Room by Au/Ra*

I'm Gonna Show You Crazy by Bebe Rexha*

Dark Side by Bishop Briggs*

idfc by blackbear

Break the Rules by Charli XCX

Arcade by Duncan Laurence

The Monster by Eminem*

Gorgeous Nightmare by Escape the Fate*

Seven Devils by Florence + the Machine*

You Found Me by The Fray

Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths*

So Alive by The Goo Goo Dolls*

Blood // Water by grandson*

Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day

Impossible by James Arthur*

Human by John "The Ragin Cajun" Jones*

Broken by lovelytheband

How Villains Are Made by Madalen Duke*

Twisted by MISSIO

Voices by Motionless In White

Funeral by Neoni*

How You Remind Me by Nickleback*

Don't Let Me Get Me by P!nk

Cradles by Sub Urban*

Bad Things by Summer Kennedy*

Shattered by Trading Yesterday*

Unsteady by X Ambassadors*

Heads Will Roll by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

[goatgot5566]

MHVerse RP with friends

(This is a story pretty much-) It has been years since The Bad planned anything big and aside from their various attacks on villages outside the kingdom walls of Haven, it almost seemed... peaceful. Though it wasn't. They were up to something wicked, something that'll change the kingdom forever. Nightmare, The Warlock of Darkness, was cooped up in an awful (as in creepy) house. It wasn't much of a sight, discerning to all who wonder these woods. It was like a shack, covered in rotting wood and surrounded by swamps known to drive people insane (cough cough, the anti-void). Here no one visits, isolated from hunters but deeply infested with monsters. Which all, if not terrified of, obey this warlock...

Here, Nightmare was planning a huge plan to take over Haven and finally get what he wants. The Apple of Positivity

Nightmare: He was inside the shack for whole week, only to come out to demand more negativity across the land...

Horror: Of course the lack of seeing his boss eating gave him concerning feelings. Horror tried offer Night food, only to get no response. In the end, Horror agreed to help spread the negativity his boss demands to fuel themselves (edited)

JackieArtz — Today at 7:56 AM

Killer stood by the door leaning against it gently. His eye drooped as hate dripped from his sockets. He has the stupid grin. He was just listening to what his boss might be saying or he was just staring really now

Killer: not gonna talk? Yell? Scream? Hit us? Scold? How about scowl? Come on you gotta at least give us that

JakeFiber — Today at 7:58 AM

Dust was sorta just taking up space at this point. He felt lost with all this inactivity. He wanted so badly to just go out and feed. And of course he did just that whenever nightmare required them to go out and cause negativity but the lack of a constant stream of murder left him uneasy

Dust: Forget all that you damn masochist…I just wanna get out there and cause some mayhem again…

Ggff5566 — Today at 8:00 AM

Horror: He sat near one of the windows, that were blocked with wood panels, in attempt to spy on Nightmare. he was visibly concerned. He didn't care about the lack of scolding or hayhem... he wants his boss out and healthy He hasn't been eating... (edited)

JackieArtz — Today at 8:02 AM

Killer: that's not what I'm worried about he took a knife off his belt night! Come ooonnnn none of us has done anything! At all! What are u doing in that head of yours? he paced back and forth

JakeFiber — Today at 8:05 AM

Dust:he sat there staring at the ground. He saw a small beetle crawling by his food. He quickly snagged it, crushing it in his hand, it’s juices and insides spilling through his boney fingers

Ggff5566 — Today at 8:09 AM

Nightmare: After three minutes, their boss slammed the shack's door open, causing the building to shake. Nightmare looked tired, sweaty, and psycho, more than Dust looks. I did it! Finally! The mission can finally be completed! *His aura was seeping with vile intentions, tentacles of mist flickering along the doorframe*

Horror: He glances over at Nightmare, not moving from his sitting position ?

JackieArtz — Today at 8:12 AM

Killer: He's baaaaackkk! We were wondering what you were doing he tossed his knife up and down what mission?

JakeFiber — Today at 8:15 AM

Dust: Just have us do something please. I can’t stand waiting around like this…

Ggff5566 — Today at 8:23 AM

Nightmare: A tentacle grabs Killer's knife, flinging into the ground. The motion of the knife being tossed seemed to bother him right now THE PLAN! THE MISSION! The one where we destroy those no good Hunters and my stupid brother, Haven will be our's and no one can stop us! He chuckles, gripping the staff in his right hand... and now that he's closer to Killer, he appears shorter-

Horror: He stood up from his spot, walking to take place for a better view what Nightmare is doing

Nightmare: He looks over at Dust, hearing his complaints. Nm breaths heavily, exhausted from all the work he done Yes, right, energy. Go, go bring back dust and blood of the dead, I don't care who you terrorize, just go out there and burn a village down. Don't kill all the villagers this time, im straving (edited)

JakeFiber — Today at 8:25 AM

Dust:a cold and sinister smirk grew on the vampire’s face. You got it boss~ I’ll make them s c r e a m for you~ he zipped into the night at a rapid pace

JackieArtz — Today at 8:26 AM

Killer:he picked up his knife again before standing straight. His wings poked out from his cape and what do you want us to do boss?

Ggff5566 — Today at 8:28 AM

Nightmare: He leaned against his staff I need you to find Cross, you as well Horror. I require his assistant on knowledge. After that, Ill tell you all about the plan he yawns for now, I must rest... And just like that, he leans against his staff and falls asleep, clearly tuckered out

JackieArtz — Today at 8:36 AM

Killer: cross..? fine he spread his wings and flew off

Ggff5566 — Today at 8:37 AM

Horror: He looked up at Killer, sighing and followed on foot Why don't I have wings...

[8:37 AM]

(To someone? Good??

JakeFiber — Today at 8:38 AM

(shall we go to cross and cc now?

Ggff5566 — Today at 8:38 AM

(ye

JakeFiber — Today at 8:41 AM

Meanwhile, in a nearby village, cross and cc were laying low inside a busy tavern, hoods draped out their heads to keep them from being identified.

Cross:I hate this…we shouldn’t have to lay low like cowards. How much farther until we make it to the capital?

Cc:Oh we still got a ways to go cross. But I guess that’s just the repercussions of betraying nightmare. We have no choice but to lay low. Any monster loyal to that damn warlock is no doubt looking for us right now.

Cross:Let me remind you that it was your damn idea to betray him…he scolded a little, death glaring cc

Cc:Oh c’mon he was getting us nooowhere. We woulda been better off working for a damn tree. You know it’s true and you know deep down that you’re glad we got out of there…he said, crossing his arms and leaning back in his seat

Cross:he grumbled Still…I hate having to lay low like this…

JackieArtz — Today at 8:47 AM

Truth:they walked into the tavern. With tc following behind. They sat down near cross and cc

Tc:heavy metallic sounds were made when they stepped. Steam coming from their arm they had their hood up their glowing red eye scanned around the room

Truth: how far are we from the capital?

Tc: pretty far still but we should get there on time

JakeFiber — Today at 8:49 AM

Cc:he glanced over at the two strangers that just walked into the bar Hear that…? Seems like we’re not the only ones laying low~

Cross:Yeah yeah…I get it. Ur right and I’m wrong…let’s just drop it…

Cc:he suddenly stood up walking over towards tc and truth

Cross:wtf- where the hell are you going?! he whispered yelled

Cc:he sat down across from truth and tc Heya. Couldn’t help but overhear a conversation the two of you were having. Seems like we’re in the same boat. I’m cc btw.

JackieArtz — Today at 8:50 AM

Tc: they looked up at cc tc and yeah, you heading to the capital too?

Truth: truth..

Tc:they pulled the hood off holding their hand out pleasure to meet you

JakeFiber — Today at 8:51 AM

Cc:he did the same, shaking their hand Tc huh? That’s a nice name…and yeah…me and my uh…”partner” over there are on our way to the capital too…

JackieArtz — Today at 8:53 AM

Tc: thanks we could travel together if u want we are taking a short cut could always use a hand

JakeFiber — Today at 8:54 AM

Cc:Sounds good to me…he looked over at cross who was still glaring at him. He motioned him over. He heard the skeleton let out an audible sigh before taking a seat beside cc

JackieArtz — Today at 8:55 AM

Truth: they stared off clearly blind pleasure to meet you 2 we are off to meet dream especially after that attack-

Tc: ah truth we just met them they don't need to know our story.. they glared

Truth: your too walled off tc they took a drink of water

Ggff5566 — Today at 8:56 AM

(Truth: I just met you, so Ima tell you everything I know)

JackieArtz — Today at 8:56 AM

(I'm tell you everything I ever expirenced

Ggff5566 — Today at 8:57 AM

(Let u tell about my childhood in full detail

[8:57 AM]

(and like, no detail because they're blind XD

JakeFiber — Today at 8:57 AM

Cross:Woah hold on, back up real quick. Did you say dream…? As in the legendary hunter?

Cc:he looked a little dumbfounded Isn’t that nightmares b-

Cross:he quickly covered cc’s mouth What do you two have to do with him?

JackieArtz — Today at 8:57 AM

(HAHAH

[8:58 AM]

Truth: well recently we been requested to help out or more or less a meeting core set us off there

Tc: We work for core for the most part but since core and dream have a partnership Goin on we just going to meet a friend really

JakeFiber — Today at 9:01 AM

Cross:Where are they? Are they in the capital too?

Cc:he raised an eyebrow, wondering why the hell cross cares so much about Dream’s whereabouts

Ggff5566 — Today at 9:01 AM

(He wants that Dreamussy)

JackieArtz — Today at 9:02 AM

Tc: dream is at the capital obviously but core is off in their own save village as to where? Classified

JakeFiber — Today at 9:03 AM

Cross:Ok…you said you had a quick route to the capital right? We’ll accompany you there, if you don’t mind…

JackieArtz — Today at 9:04 AM

Tc: sure we should get going as soon as possible then they helped truth up if you don't mind?

JakeFiber — Today at 9:05 AM

Cross:I mean…we aren’t exactly doing anything so…might as well go now…

JackieArtz — Today at 9:06 AM

Tc: just follow us then they walked out

Truth: I can't wait to see them again

Tc: I can do without seeing ink..

Truth: whats wrong with him?

Tc: you didn't just ask me that seriously did u?

JakeFiber — Today at 9:08 AM

Cross:his eyesockets widened a little when they mentioned ink. He clenched his fist a little

Cc:Easy. he said whispering in cross’s non existent ear They’re our golden ticket to the capital. They seem like they know many people who can keep us safe too..

Cross:I know it’s just…if I ever have to see that damn idiot again…idk what I’ll do.

Cc:Well save it for when we get there, alright idiot?

JackieArtz — Today at 9:09 AM

Tc:they pulled their hood back up covering their entire face besides their eye which just glew red

Truth: did the 2 of you say something..?

JakeFiber — Today at 9:10 AM

Cc:Uh…it’s um…classified…

Cross:Yeah…r e a l l y classified…

JackieArtz — Today at 9:11 AM

Truth:...ok

Tc: so..small talk sucks

Truth: what conversation starter is that??? Why are u guys heading to the capital?

JakeFiber — Today at 9:15 AM

Cc:Look, just cuz you told us your life story doesn’t mean we have to. We aren’t a threat if that’s what you’re concerned about.

JackieArtz — Today at 9:18 AM

Tc: fair they nudged Truth shaking their head a bit

Truth: ow..I was just asking..

Tc: come on I didn't even nudge you that hard!

Truth: they shook Tc's arm metal

Tc: right anyways sorry about that cc don't mean to intrude (edited)

JakeFiber — Today at 9:24 AM

Cc:It’s fine…look…maybe down the road…we’ll tell you everything…but for now all we ask is that you trust us..

Cross:he stayed silent. He was never really good at negotiation like cc was. He hated cc’s manipulative side but damn did it have its uses at times

JackieArtz — Today at 9:26 AM

Tc: alright I can understand that but you understand why one would have suspicions you seem the type to understand that much they looked back at cc a bit seems like they were trying to read him

Truth:they just listened into the conversation not like they could do anything else. It was until they heard shuffling behind us someone's following us I suggest we speed up they are a bit farther behind us but it's better safe than sorry

Ggff5566 — Today at 9:30 AM

(Its the mailman, he's after ya. run

JakeFiber — Today at 9:31 AM

Cc:he obliged with Truth’s request, picking up the pace a little. He figured nightmare and his forces would come looking for them eventually

Cross:he stayed on guard, his hands close to his daggers

JackieArtz — Today at 9:32 AM

Tc:they summoned their shield with daggers at the end.

Truth:they kept listening in trying to pinpoint what It is big..it's a big person I think..? they sped up a bit

JakeFiber — Today at 9:34 AM

Cross:his eyes darted around extremely fast. The description that truth mentioned perfectly matched a monster he got to know all too well.

Cc:he let out a small gulp, readying his shield and sword

Ggff5566 — Today at 9:35 AM

(This my cue?

JakeFiber — Today at 9:35 AM

(Ye

JackieArtz — Today at 9:35 AM

*the only reason they aren't picking up on killer is bc he's in the air))

Ggff5566 — Today at 9:37 AM

Horror: For such a big monster, he hid well, but I guess not well enough. Horror sensed their unease and decided to strike now. His club with a single metal spike going through the top was thrown towards the group. Horror had emerged from shrubs, his single maroon eye beating with slight bloodlust (edited)

JackieArtz — Today at 9:39 AM

Truth: they summoned the force field

Killer:he appeared right behind truth impressive you can pick up on horror from a mile away but not me who was a whole lot closer

Truth:their eyes widened as they quickly turned around

JakeFiber — Today at 9:41 AM

Cc:they lunged into the air, bashing killer away with their shield

Cross:he quickly pulled out his daggers, charging towards Horror, wall jump side to side before striking at his face

Ggff5566 — Today at 9:43 AM

Horror: He leaned away from the daggers, barely avoiding the attack. Horror ran full force into Cross, in attempt to pin him against a nearby wall Easy Crossy, just wanna chat! A hint of malicious in the words

JackieArtz — Today at 9:45 AM

Killer:he backed up oh you little shit- but it's true we just wanted to scare ya~ we need to talk

JakeFiber — Today at 9:46 AM

Cross:Gah! he struggled a little What the hell is there even to talk about?!

Cc: he took a few deep breaths

Ggff5566 — Today at 9:47 AM

Horror: He grabbed Cross by the collar of his shirt and slammed him harshly into the ground next, going to remove the daggers off his person Boss needs ya he chuckled

JackieArtz — Today at 9:48 AM

Killer: true we just need you to give us some information~

Tc:they went to go fight but truth held them still

JakeFiber — Today at 9:48 AM

Cross:he suddenly plunged his daggers into horror’s palms, shoving them in handle deep Tell your boss to go fuck himself. he free’d himself from horror’s grasp

JackieArtz — Today at 9:49 AM

Tc:they pushed truth off a bit dashing towards horror to make him back up

Truth:they took the opportunity to make a forcefield ti separate them

Ggff5566 — Today at 9:51 AM

Horror: Argh! He stepped back, holding his hurt palm, blood spilling from his bones Wished ya stayed with us, Cross. Missed havin' ya around. Just come with us, short chat with the boss, no mor' harm Horror finds his club he'd thrown, taking back onto his person

JackieArtz — Today at 9:52 AM

Killer: come on no hard feelings sure your friends here didn't know who ya work for doubt they trust ya now~

JakeFiber — Today at 9:52 AM

Cross:Tsk. Right…like I’d believe that anything involved with nightmare wouldn’t bring me harm.

Cc: Yeah. You’ll probably tie us up and kill us once our usefulness runs out. And we were…gonna tell them eventually…he looked off to the side

JackieArtz — Today at 9:54 AM

Tc:they stared for a bit

Truth:..they thought for a minute

Ggff5566 — Today at 9:54 AM

Horror: Promise, cross (pun) me gem and hope to dust He grins That we won't harm ya. Besides... boss wants you alive. Rather not cause issues here and now, unless you want it the hard way... (edited)

JackieArtz — Today at 9:55 AM

Killer: I personally don't get why but he doesn't seem like he's mad...much

[9:57 AM]

(Anyways I'm here at kings island now so If I stop responding that why)

JakeFiber — Today at 9:57 AM

Cross:…Fine…but I do this last thing for you guys and then I’ll be gone. You’ll never see me or look for me again…deal?

Ggff5566 — Today at 9:57 AM

(thats fine

JakeFiber — Today at 9:57 AM

(Aight

JackieArtz — Today at 9:57 AM

Killer: deal~ I don't think he cares for the kid he only said cross

Ggff5566 — Today at 9:57 AM

Horror: He hums

JakeFiber — Today at 9:59 AM

Cross:he took a deep breath Alright cc…go on to the capital without me…

Cc:What- No! I’m not just gonna leave you! I maybe an asshole but I’m not just gonna abandon you!

Cross:Listen…if I don’t make it back…atleast I know that you have somewhat of a future for yourself still…so just go…

Cc:he teared up a little, wiping them away God damnit…he looked over at truth and tc

JackieArtz — Today at 10:00 AM

Tc:they nodded slowly frowning under the hood seems like they didn't mind cc coming along both truth and tc obviously felt bad

Ggff5566 — Today at 10:03 AM

Horror: He waits to escort Cross back to their base

JakeFiber — Today at 10:03 AM

Cross: Alright…let’s just go already…

JackieArtz — Today at 10:06 AM

Killer: good~

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Batteries Not Included Ch 7 Acceptance

whoaaa I can finally post the full art @waldos-art made for this fic! (again, they were great to work with, zoom in and check out all the different faces)

As always, thank you @fkinkindagauche for the great beta work. Go check out their Tumblr-exclusive fic, Down By the Water for a palate cleansure (it's so silly and funny and cute)

Chapter tags: Friendship is magic taken very literally, El with a sword, body horror

divider by @/saradika-graphics

For a second, El thinks that she landed somewhere new.

She's used to this world being mostly empty—an endless stretch of white void. Just like the lab.

Now there's a rip across the sky. Ahguis are coming out of the edges, mouths full of sharp teeth wide open in silent screams.

It looks painful, like they're getting squeezed out and rejected from wherever they're supposed to be.

But there isn't time to dwell on whether the Ahguis might be hurting or if they might just look that way or whatever. El materializes a sword into her hand and beheads the nearest monster. She feels a pang of fear as she looks up at the sky. She's only fought one Ahgui once before, the one that took Billy. Papa made her practice against simulations, but even the simulations had just two or three enemies at a time.

She's staring down dozens. And more are coming.

El twirls her sword like Steve twirls his bat and rushes at another one to chop its arms off. But that doesn't seem to kill it. It just scrambles away from her. The arm rolls away with the body. More monsters try to approach only to back up and try to run away when she lops something off their bodies. But it's like there's a barrier that keeps the Ahguis from fleeing too far. So they cluster right up to that edge and cower.

She does not like this.

She does not like standing over them. Sword in hand. Dripping in their blood. She does not like the vast whiteness of this space, the gash up in the sky, the fear in the Ahguis' eyes. It reminds her of her and Papa.

She does not want to be here. She wants to read books with Steve. She wants to throw orange balls into a net with Lucas. She wants to watch Max shoot little blobs of circles on a screen. She wants to mess around with the claw machine and help Mike win all the prizes. She wants to hug them and never let go. She wants to go home and eat the mouthbreather's eggs.

And as she thinks, the floor turns to carpet. Little orange balls start to bounce and dribble everywhere. The colorful blobs Max likes to shoot flit around. The Ahguis chase the movement of the balls with their eyes.

El thinks harder.

El thinks about reading under the blankets with a light Mike made for her, all snuggled up under the duckies, safe and warm. She thinks about Eggos on her plate. The no-pulp orange juice in her cup. The smell of coffee in Steve's cup. How something can smell so wonderful but taste so bad at once.

El thinks about finding a small corner of the living room to color the pictures. About Steve gently placing a plate of crackers by her feet. And she feels the world start to shift. To shrink. To soften. At some point, she no longer has a sword in hand. The Ahguis tentatively touch the things she is putting out. Plates of Eggos. Coloring books. Max's board. The arcade. And they melt away with a sigh of relief at each contact. The gash in the sky continues to widen. Ahguis continue to fall out of the edges. But this time, when they fall, it's not into a cold, white void.

El walks forward as she thinks hard, and more, about all the things she read about. About penguins and whales and jellyfish and spiders. She watches the world shift around her, and the Ahguis melt away.

She notices one of the Ahgui leaves behind a blue orb. It shivers and shies away when she picks it up. She peeks at it. A vicious storm is causing giant waves inside the orb, but she can see a small sliver of sun behind the clouds. It reminds her of the mouthbreather. This must be his missing piece.

A bigger, rough hand suddenly shoves her. El barely manages to catch herself in time. She whips around to see Henry.

He is changed. Big bulbs of flesh bubble from all over his body. He grabs an Ahgui that was about to melt away and shoves it, flailing, into his mouth. El watches as his face extends and warps impossibly wide to swallow the Ahgui whole.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Henry snarls.

"Closing the breach," El whispers, stepping back.

"I'll close it when I'm done," Henry says, giving El a little shove, "go away."

But the Ahgui do not want to be eaten. They do not want to be here even. Henry is not closing the breach. Henry is opening it.

"No," El whispers. She sets her mouth and looks at Henry in the eyes. "No," she repeats, louder.

"Suit yourself," Henry smiles, all sharp angles, and flexes his neck. There is an empty whiteness that surrounds Henry where he stands. He concentrates, and the empty area attempts to expand.

But it doesn't.

The border of Henry's white void meets El's world. It shudders and spasms then retreats. Henry yells as a whale brushes past him. One of the large bulbs protruding out of his upper arm pops. A half-digested Ahgui falls out, covered in slime. It hugs a jellyfish and disappears.

El looks up at the sky, at the gash continuing to widen, and thinks about how Mike magicked away the gash on Steve's face. She remembers the relief of seeing the cut shrink, getting smaller and smaller until there was nothing, only smooth skin.

And El smiles as the sky slowly heals itself.

Now there's just her and Henry. Henry is mostly himself again. Parts of his body bulge out occasionally and his eyes are an odd color, not the original blue.

He glares at her, and El only feels pity.

"I'm leaving," she says, extending her hand, "come with me."

"You're going to close off this space completely?" Henry asks.

"Yes," El confirms.

Henry bristles at that, raises a hand as if he's about to strike. El glares, ready to summon her sword. But he deflates.

"Alright," he says. And El frees this world of them.

El and Henry pop back into existence just as Steve was about to start whaling on Brenner until he figured out a way to get him into wherever the fuck it is they went to. El lets her drum and bell drop to the floor. She straightens up and smiles. She looks confident, at peace.

Steve is so proud and so angry he might burst.

"Here you go," El says, walking past Steve to Billy. She presses something into him. Billy frowns and looks at himself.

"What was that?" he asks. He looks... exactly the same honestly.

"The piece of you," El says.

"So I'm not going to disappear anymore?" Billy asks excitedly.

"No," El says with a smile.

"Did you bring Will? Should we head over to Steve's?" Jonathan asks urgently.

El's face falls. "I did not see Will," she says.

"What do you...what do you mean you didn't see him? Then where is he?" Jonathan asks, a little desperate.

"Either here, or...somewhere totally new," El says to the floor. "I'm sorry."

Jonathan stumbles back. Mike swears loudly and kicks the wall.

Nancy hovers awkwardly, eyes bright, uncertain.

Steve moves to pull Jonathan and Mike into a hug. They melt into him. El looks devastated.

"We'll find him. At least we know he's not there," Steve says furiously. "I think Mike and Lucas had a good thing going with that search spell they originally did. With Nancy and Billy helping, it'll be a breeze. We're going to find him."

"...the tree!" Mike suddenly yells right into Steve's ear. "The spell worked! It was the tree!"

"What?" Steve asks, confused.

"Remember how my search spell went into that weird tree? And we thought the spell was broken?" Mike says hurriedly, rushing over his words, "we were right. We did it right. Will is in that tree. I'll bet my life savings on it."

"Let's go then," Jonathan says, determined. "We're gonna go get him out."

The children don't even bother to untie him before they leave. Brenner sighs and awkwardly gets up. They didn't bind his legs, just his arms. It's going to look like he just got out of a really weird party, but things could have gone worse.

Then One kicks him down to the ground.

For the first time in his life, Brenner feels fear. Real fear. For himself, as one individual. One looms over him with that sharp, killer smile. Invisible hands keep Brenner pinned to the ground. Something in One's eyes swirl.

"Looks like it's just you and me. Papa," One croons.

[zergula]

Welcome To Lunestia

The date is 7600.

Humanity finds itself alive and well on the planet of Lunestia! With its gorgeous greens, purples, pinks, and white fields it is definitely different than Earth but almost eerily the same. After the legendary forum wars of 2025, aliens have fully become a part of society on Earth as well as Lunestia. Great advancements in not only technology but human evolution have improved life in the universe more than any being could imagine!

I fell in love with Risa's Lunestia and Meroze maps as soon as I saw them! It was really hard to choose between those two to use for this space world save but Lunestia's beautiful terrain painting and blend won me over! I highly recommend both of these worlds, absolutely gorgeous and incredible work!

INTERESTING CHARACTERS

Mae, Malie, and Una Verse keep watch over the renovated remains of the First Contact ship that brought all beings to beautiful Lunestia! Although thankful for the great honor bestowed upon them from their ancestors, these young beings just want to have some fun, sometimes!

The Goth family and Bachelor family fell into a wormhole in Sunset Valley and have found themselves farther in the future than they could even imagine!

Candy is a plantsim who is trying her very best to recreate all of the lovely plants from Earth! She lives in her underground lab and you can find her there or above ground tending to all of her lovely friends…uh plants!

Skyla Martial is a genius who has filled her home with bots that she treats like family but never stopped to wonder if she wants an actual family. Either way, the bots fill that void…for now.

Finally, you will find lots of beings from Oasis Landing and Lunar Lakes here: Amelia Loveland, Kel Gwyn, Harkin Shire, Fawn Lacey, Felix Finn, The Planesons, The James family, The Mosqueda family, The Su family, the Sekemoto Family, Eleanor Alto, the Castle family, the Star family, the Orey family, and the Landgraab Clones.

Around Town

29 Community Lots 62 Residential Lots

There's lots to do in Lunestia! Along with all EA rabbitholes, you can visit:

The Millennium Falcon Bot Emporium - A recreation of the Millennium Falcon from Star Wars by soocoolsim! It includes the bot emporium register, comics register, and a food register.

The Future Fashion Salon - - I have been experimenting with combining rabbitholes, registers, and lots on one lot and am loving the results! It saves so much room in town and I love how some of these rabbitholes/registers/lots work together! This is a salon and tattoo shop that includes the Elixir Consignment register, nectary register, consignment store register, and the Spa rabbithole.

Purple Flourite Museum - Art Gallery by Satureja13 that includes another nectary register.

Monsters Inc Stadium - a fun recreational park built by Hidehi for the Disney Magic Kingdom collaboration. The school and stadium rabbitholes are also located here.

Sapphire Ice Gym - by Satureja13 A small gym with all machines and martial arts stuff

Zephyr 47 - An old starship repurposed into Lunestia's favorite spot to watch the game, get some wings, and drink some juice with the old team! (shell by geminiagre, interior redone and converted to sportsbar by me)

Natatorium Pool - pool from Lunar Lakes

Laser Waves - A poolside club with lots of secret places to find!

Cosmic Ray's Bowling Lanes by Sandraelle is the place to be in Lunestia! A huge arcade with every game and numerous bowling lanes open at all times, all beings come here for fun and prizes, to grab some groceries, catch a movie, or have a quick meal at the diner!

Lunestia Library And Bookstore - a huge library with fun for the kids, snacks, the bookstore, and the Vault of Antiquity

Full Spectrum Fire Safety - by Waterheart197 - Even in the future, fire will still get you. Luckily, the fire safety beings here at Full Spectrum can help!

Bridgeport Acres Festival Grounds

Astro Orbiter - by soocoolsim is a fun hangout with a roller coaster, games, and snacks

Lunar Hub Casino - this is Lunestia's Live Show Venue that includes all casino games, giant performer's stage, nectary, and food register. You can find HOLODEK by Livvy1049 - a bright future lounge right next door!

Science Tech Center - bot emporium I built that includes the bot competition arena and observatory rabbitholes

Cube by Snowmoon - this dive bar is for surly beings only!

The MotherShip by Snowmoon is a little more inviting for the locals in Lunestia. The Darts Competition is weekly, see you there!

It wasn't long after Lunestia was discovered that the Space Buzz Studio by Hidehi was built! You can always see some of the actors rehearsing on stages upstairs if you stop by to tour the studio rabbithole (in the basement).

Crater Lagoon is the town fishing spot stocked with all fish and not too far from there you will find Oasis Shoreline Beach!

Don't forget to visit the crash scene wreckage! It might look like a junkyard but very important research is being done here. You can see the renovated First Contact ship from here as well!

OTHER INFO

In this download, you will find the world and 3 save files:

LunestiaCommunityLots - this save has the community lots only, no residential houses or other lots

LunestiaUnpopulated - the is the final version of the save without sims

LunestiaPopulated - this is the final version of the save with all households

This save uses Into The Future, Lunar Lakes, and all sci fi store content extensively but there is zero custom content. I have all expansions, all stuff packs, and all store content but if you do not have some of the items, the game will generate a similar item for you (but you may have to edit). The only expansion not used is PETS so I am unsure how the save will perform with Pets, but there is definitely plenty of room for them!

Because this world was just roads and trees, I ran into the same problem I had with Simarellen, which was sometimes the lots do not line up perfectly with the roads. Some of the lots may look diagonal or incorrectly placed because of that but I have playtested everything and have not found any routing issues. This world save does use the Into The Future elevators profusely so there might be an issue with some of the elevators not working as intended. To fix this, simply go into build mode on the lot, go to the ground floor of the lot, use the hand tool to pick up the elevator and then drop it, this will reset the elevators to go to the correct floors. I tried not to fill the world up with lots too much, but it was hard to choose with so many excellent options out there! You can always add more, if you like!

This took me longer than I expected, my apologies for the delay! Please tag me @zergula or #lunestia if you share any photos, etc I would love to see them. You can find my other world saves here: River Falls here: Simarellen and here: Kaodina

Happy simming and green plumbobs for all <3

SIMFILESHAREDOWNLOAD

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Invisible String (4/?)

Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x Female reader (Modern AU)

Description: James Buchanan Barnes, the owner of the most expensive-looking club in town and your new apartment. He was a dick and you hated him. What could possibly go wrong when you, the new girl in town, start bartending at his club to pursue your dreams?

Word Count: 2.6k words

Warning: 18+ (discussion of assault, nervous breakdown, anxiety attack, just don’t read this whole series if you are a kid)

You woke up to a night of dreamless sleep like you always did, but then the events of the previous night hit you. You wished it was a dream, but one look in the mirror and a bruise running along your cheek was enough to confirm. Not only that, but you remembered asking your boss to stay over, but you didn't expect him to. The blanket on your living room’s couch and the bowl of fruits and a glass of juice situated out for you on the kitchen counter proved that he did stay.

And then the reality sunk in, you have a decision to make. You can either go to the cops or let that guy get away. The latter sounded not so great, but you knew going to the cops isn't going to be great either. You've seen enough detective shows to know that. You've had enough, and you just wanted to forget it. 

What did Mr. Barnes mean when he said you were going to talk about this? Are you supposed to visit him before work? Is he going to come to your place?

You decided to work on your book but ended up not being able to concentrate, so you started watching a show and fell asleep while watching it. Maybe some Chinese take-out could make you feel better. It didn't. Nothing made you feel better. You wished you had some friends in this new town because you didn't want to burden your work friends. 

After a horrible day of trying to cope, when you finally made your way to the club, you noticed the security was increased. Usually, security guards weren't present inside the club, but today it was different. Everyone was so vigilant and you felt a little safer. If you didn't know any better, you'd think Mr. Barnes did it for you, but again he would have done the same thing for any other employee. 

"Boss wants to see you," Pietro told you. You were about to head for Clint's office when the blond twin spoke again and pointed his finger towards the stairs." The boss."

Okay, well maybe playing naïve couldn't avoid this meeting, so you slowly walked upstairs. How bad could this go, it's not like he saw you in your most vulnerable state? Oh, wait, he did. 

You knocked on his office door, wanting to rip the band-aid and get over with it. 

"Hey," you said, faking a smile. "Thanks for getting me home last night and for breakfast today. I didn't even know I had fruits and juice at home because let's be honest, I'm a toast and coffee kinda gal."

Mr. Barnes didn't say anything, he just looked at you as if you were a confusing puzzle that he couldn't solve. He raised a hand towards the seat in front of him and you took it, nervously fiddling with your fingers under the table.

“You do that a lot, you know?” he asked, it wasn't a question, it was merely an observation.

“What?”

“Deflecting a serious issue by using a joke.” Mr. Barnes observed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“What are you? My therapist?”

He arched an eyebrow, indicating that you were literally doing the thing he pointed out. 

"Yeah, well, it's called having a healthy coping mechanism. You should try getting one, brooding is only gonna help you this far."

 "It's not healthy if you're not dealing with it," Mr. Barnes pointed out. 

You scoffed in incredulity and you felt very, very attacked. 

What is it? Attacking y/n day?, you thought. 

"Anyway, I think I want to press charges," You changed the subject to a more serious conversation to avoid him calling you out on your bullshit. 

"Okay, I understand.” 

“You do?” You asked, bewilderment clearly written all over your face. “I mean, letting an employee go to the cops is not gonna be great for your club's reputation and yours too. And, you know, considering the shady business, you do-” 

"What exactly do you think we do?" He asked.

And that's when it hit you, you didn't know what he did or mob bosses do in general. All your knowledge about it came from movies and Wattpad, both of them are not a great place to gain knowledge.

“What exactly do you do?” you pondered.

 He obviously wasn't expecting you to directly ask him, nobody has directly asked him or even made it known that they are aware of his work. It was kind of like a silent pact that everybody signed for, everybody except you, apparently. 

“Um, you know, I've been working for almost 2 weeks here now, and I haven't seen any drugs around here, so it's obviously not drugs. You don't look like the sex trafficking types-”

 "Jesus, woman!" He exclaimed, offended by your assumptions. 

"Then just tell me what you do."

You expected him to tell you something, but he just kept looking at you with a face void of emotions.

 "Fine, don't tell me," you mumbled, raising your hands dramatically in defeat. 

“So you don't mind me ruining your reputation by going to the cops?” 

“I told you I don't care. Your safety is my utmost priority,” your face might have given away the surprise you felt because he quickly backpedaled. ”I mean, the safety of my employees.”

“The safety of my employees is my utmost priority,” he told you, providing an extra emphasis on the word employees. “Anyway, one of my people would take you to the police station near-"

You cut him off immediately. 

"No, you can't tell anyone else. I don't want everyone hopping on the pity train. I'm already ashamed that you know about it," you pleaded but your voice was firm, telling him that this was not up for a discussion.

At this, his eyes and features softened. Bucky didn't want you to feel guilty or ashamed for somebody else's actions, but clearly, you did. 

"Okay, then I can take you. You just had to explain to the officer last night’s events, and they'll ask you to recognize Rumlow and then we can-"

Mr. Barnes’s voice faded into the background when it finally hit you.

"You know what, I changed my mind. It's too much. I don't want to press charges anymore. I didn't think this through," you backtracked. You did think this through, but now all the factors were adding up in your brain. You'd have to explain the details to a cop who is probably going to be another man and a stranger, and then they'd ask you to identify the guy. You didn't think you had it in you to face him. At least not now. 

He interpreted your thought process and promptly changed the topic. "Okay, we can work with whatever you want, and at least let Peter escort you home after work."

"What? No!” You quickly declined.

“It's for your own safety,” Bucky tried to reason. He wasn't letting you get off this easily.

 “I'm a strong, independent woman and I'm not scared of anything.” 

That was a lie. You were scared of many things like heights, dark, spiders, confrontation and the list goes on and on. 

You remembered all the lectures your mom gave you telling you that women should be scared because men are monsters, and you'd lose your honor if you are reckless and some other patriarchal crap that you didn't pay attention to. But you weren't scared, you were just always careful. You'd always put the keys between your knuckles when you went home alone. In your previous job, you used to laugh it off whenever your coworkers made a sexist joke. You'd ignore the subtle shoulder touch that your previous boss did. You told yourself that this is what it takes to make it. If you were to run away every time someone eyed you in a wrong way, then you'd spend your whole life running. 

Women usually shrug this behavior off as it is what is, but the truth is it shouldn't be like this.

“Please, I insist.” 

“I'm very capable of taking care of myself. Just because one bad incident happened doesn't mean I'll fucking break!” You stated, your voice louder than your regular voice to get across your point.

That was also a lie. You were walking on a thin line and you were ignoring your emotions. You were one outburst away from a breakdown, and you just couldn't bring yourself to feel anything. 

Mr. Barnes tried to call your name, but you were already bolting out of his office. 

You needed a drink. No, fuck that. You needed multiple drinks. It wasn't exactly wise to get drunk during work, but it couldn't get any shittier than this, right?, you thought.

Right?

 Wrong. It could get way shittier than this. Now it was almost midnight, you were kind of tipsy, and you could see two Mr. Stark, your regular customer, in front of you. 

Did he have a twin? Is he and his twin brother one of those identical twins that dress up the same? Because that's what it looked like.

 “Earth to y/n," Mr. Stark said, or was it his twin? It was getting hard to keep track anymore.

 And that's when you noticed. 

“Holy, Shit. You're triplets, Mr. Stark," you announced. 

"Okay, kid, close my tab.”

“Hey, y/n. Are you okay?” Peter asked, noticing the concerned look Mr. Stark gave him before leaving.

“Yes, I'm fine. Absolutely fine.”

***

Turns out you were not fine. You've been pretty much hammered for the past week, and you could barely get a sentence out without giggling or slurring. Your colleagues took notice of your state and whenever someone pointed it out, you'd just shrug it off as a bad day or a bad week. There was no concept of time in your drunk state.

You couldn't concentrate on your book, you could barely look at someone without squinting, and you've been eating takeout and leftovers for the past few days. 

James would have fired if someone working under him was this irresponsible, but he knew your reasons. He knew you clearly weren't coping with the trauma well. Your work ethics were shoved down the trash that even Clint asked why you weren't fired yet.

Bucky didn't want to talk to you, he thought that maybe giving you some space would do you good, but clearly it wasn't working. Usually, the mob boss didn't interfere in the affairs of his employees, it was Clint's job, but when you smashed a bottle on the head of a customer, he had to interject.

“I TOLD THIS FUCKER NO!” you yelled, Peter’s hand around your middle from behind. Another empty beer bottle was in your hand, ready to be smashed across the face of the drunk dude in front of you.

Pietro and Wanda were enjoying the show. Peter, being the peace lover he is, held you back when you smashed a bottle across a drunk customer's face. Even though Peter was younger than you, he was stronger, and he was not only holding you back but also himself. He didn't want to cause a scene and that is why he was mulling comforting words in your ear like, he's not worth it, you're gonna kill this guy.

Damn right I am, you thought.

It was ironic because everyone in that club had killed someone except you.

When Bucky walked into the room, the drunk guy turned towards him and pointed at you. ”You are hiring crazy bitches now? Just called her baby girl and she went psycho!!!”

Bucky didn't understand what was happening. He told the security guards to take that man outside his club and he walked towards you. He firmly yet gently took a hold of your left arm, signaling Peter to let go of you. Without a word, he started walking in the direction of his office, dragging you along with him.

Once near his office, he lightly yanked your hand and shoved you inside, making you stand in front of him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he inquired, having had enough of your incompetence.

You were seething with rage. "Wrong with me? I told him no, but he didn't listen."

Bucky stepped forward, his anger dissipating into sympathy. " I know, he mumbled, "and I'm so-"

 "No, you don't know!" you yelled, body trembling and tears welling up in your eyes. "I told him no multiple times, I even tried to push him off me, but he just kept coming back."

Bucky's eyes furrowed in confusion. He didn't understand your words, the drunk customer didn't touch you. And that's when he realized, you weren't talking about the drunk customer. He cognized that the drunk guy purely triggered something that you've been suppressing for days now. Bucky was aware that you needed to get it out of your system to cope healthily.

“I told him no, you know? But he just wouldn't listen,” you stated, trying to convince yourself that you didn't lead him on. ”And he was so…. so strong and… and then he hit me and everything just went blur, I couldn't see but... but I could still feel him with me.”

Not realizing that you were not in that place anymore, you wrapped your hand around yourself to seek some sort of protection and comfort, bottom lip quivering, the welled up traitorous tears were streaming down your face and all you could think about was that night. 

“I… I can't get his touch out,” you stammered. ” I shower, multiple times a day, but I still can't get his touch out.”

With that, you broke down completely and shattered on the floor, sobbing ferociously. Your knees ached because of the position you were situated in, but the emotional pain was enough to overshadow the physical one.

For once in his lifetime, Bucky did not know what to do. Cautiously, he made his way towards you and knelt down in front of you. He did not know what to say or do to make you feel better.

You launched your body towards him, snaking your arms around his shoulder to settle on his neck as if he was the only thing grounding you. You lurched onto him like he was your anchor, and maybe he was. It took a minute for Bucky to register your actions, and when he did, he wrapped his arms around your middle and closed the minuscule distance separating you.

He surprised himself with the way one of his hands automatically reached for your hair and whispered words of comfort in your ear. He caught you as you crumpled physically and emotionally. 

”You're going to be okay, doll,” he whispered and kissed your temple with sincerity. ”I will make sure of that.”

The second part was barely audible, it wasn't meant for you, it was a promise he made to himself.

Bucky held you tightly yet gently while you sobbed on his shoulder.

 He didn't know how long he held you, it felt like an eternity to him with the way he could feel the guilt and rage inside him. When you passed out in his arms, he gently placed you on one of the comfortable couches in his office and draped a blanket around you that he had for when he would work late at night.

An office chair might not be the most ideal place to spend the night in, but it didn't matter to Bucky. All that mattered was you.

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[tiens-letters]

butterflies flutter even in the most bloodstained of battlefields

Xiao (angst)

....

It was one of those nights again.

Where all was serene, creatures alike basking in the tranquility of the world once the moon above floats over the existence of everything. To where wars stopped for rest and yet one soul amongst many had no time to do so.

"Alatus." what a familiar name he thinks as he floats around in the void, the darkness to which seemed not consume him just like before and then he wondered where he is right now is the place of all endings. It was pure nothingness and it seemed more comforting than the land he was supposed to protect, riddled with war and the ever evolving generations of humanity.

If this was the end then so be it, he wouldnt ask for more. He could finally rest his weary head and think and replay all the good days while awaiting reincarnation and he prayed. He hoped for a better rebirth and into a place of peace.

"Alatus." there was it again, the name he's forgot during the spoils of war. A name he thought he'd never hear again or even spoken by someone's lips.

"Wake up please." but his eyes were fully open, his body aware and yet he felt alienated, out of place. He realizes that his skin never felt a thing and only the harrowing reality that this place was a farce.

As if it were the clue to the puzzle, the darkness broke and fell apart into a field, marred with bodies piled atop each other, the red sun above blessing those under it the horrors of a never ending terror that scorched their skin and drove them towards the brink of madness. His polearm, sullied with grime and blood. It felt heavy, like the burden he carries upon his shoulders. A little bit more and he would have lost himself too. He stood above it all and looked at the vast battlefield before him, the very nightmare he's always experienced. Just he himself standing, alone and cold, the suffocating air heavy with the stench of tarnished blood.

There were no grassy fields with a clear sky nor the old and ancient land of liyue that he grew up in and fought for.

A lone butterfly dances in the midst of it all, his body weightless as he followed it. Wondering why it called out to him in a silent way yet its presence itself made him feel at ease.  Perhaps this was his salvation from being damned to this world, a small glowing butterfly. He wanted to touch it but he felt undeserving to for such an action, he might curse it as well. His eyes was set alone on its fluttering feat, not noticing the bodies he walked past nor the souls that called out to him.

And then it burst into a million, pieces of light, engulfing him in its warmth.

He welcomed it.

"Xiao!" he gasps, like his very first breath into existence and then he could feel everything there is and there was.

That's right, there was still you, beautiful eyes fully blown into worry, that face of your torn into agony at the thought of him never waking up next to you. Not feeling his skin upon your and his lips gracing your immortal soul.

You embraced him with relief, clutching his body that was filled with nightmare tremors.

"Thank you." he whispers against your neck, the sweat from his forehead sticking to you skin and you didnt care. Even if you both were covered in dirt or grime, even if both of you were tarnished by blood, nothing mattered except that you both are breathing and feeling.

"I thought Ive lost you in that wasteland, Alatus."

He kisses you with all he has, all the pent up emotions he could never say, all the love he feels for you was conveyed into actions, those hands that held a weapon of war now cupping your cheeks and all you could ever feel was his deeply rooted affection towards you. it was as if to remind him that you were still there, the sole reminder of a better world. a better life.

You who he's dedicated his heart to and not anyone else. the first of everything. sure it was a bumpy ride in the beginning as he was like a newborn babe to the emotions such as love and joy but as time took every step, the road seemed to smoothen by its grace and it became easier to approach these newfound feelings. you were glad to be blessed by the geo archon to have a long life so  that you can offer your all to the land you helped protect and build and now to the man before you. Your dearly torn Alatus. 

"Rest well my dear." 

...

It was truly the end of the line. 

Everywhere was in utter chaos, modern Liyue now fraught to ruin as an ancient God had been awakened, one you thought had been sealed away and the demons you guardians once kept away came bounding back tenfold and hungry for blood and destruction. The city that has been built from the ground crumbled , as you fought once again, just like all those years ago side by side with your comrades. People were dying as you strived to protect every single soul with your hands and just like before, several others dropped to your feet, lifeless and tossed apart like a rag doll.

You were tiring, sharp movements turned sluggish as you tore down anything evil that you came across, you prayed to whichever good god was still alive that the people had run to safety so that you could unleash your last card. A trick you've vowed to never use again as long as you are alive and the situation permits it so and yet you've run out of time. if you didnt do this now then everything would really turn to ash and nothing would bloom ever again. 

Standing in the middle of the onslaught of monsters that never seemed to end, gnashing teeth nipped at your barrier only to be repelled back by a force that seemed to lose its energy. You sighed, the last ever peace you'll get to feel as the karma pushed you over the edge. 

"Xiao." and as soon his name poured out your lips did he appear, an urgent look in his eyes as he slashed down any monster that came near. 

"Its time." his mouth hung open, unable to find the right words to counter you, how could he? when duty was above everything, especially in the relationship you both had that bloomed from the most ancient of days. Liyue came first above all else, that was what you swore as Morax blessed you on the day of your early death. You were thankful to him that he's allowed you to live even with the price of servitude. 

"Thirty  seconds." was all he could muster up to say from all the torrential words that swarmed his head. just thirty seconds of peace with you was all he wanted before you walk the remaining steps towards the end. 

"Alright." there was peace as you allowed it, nothing from outside was heard only the ragged breathes that came from both of your lungs. There were no monsters only two immortal beings that longed for peace, and in those weary eyes was hope for a tomorrow. 

"I love you." he whispers pulling you close, those thirty seconds slowed as he held you tightly, his skin engraving the memory of you deep within. "I love you. Dont forget that." 

"Even if I pass on, you will always be in my heart. Even if time goes on, your name remains on my lips. Even if everything crumbles, you in your own self will always be with me as I am with you. So my dear, my dear sweet Alatus, dont you ever cry when you wake up tomorrow to an empty bed, dont look for me when all Ive ever been is right beside you. Instead, rejoice for there is another day you get to experience for the both of us and if time allows us once again, which I am confident it will. I will  find you just as you've found me." 

this was your parting vow. 

your peaceful barrier broke and once again you were back in the cruel reality you faced and will face till your death. Your lips find his and for the last time in this life, you poured every ounce of you in it. Your eyes had no tears and only hope and acceptance as you broke away. 

"I love you." and then that was the end of your own book. 

Billions upon billions of butterflies burst from you, touching every dirty, disgusting thing, purging it off this world once and for all. Your duty was fulfilled, your contract has ended and now you are free. There was nothing to worry about except to wait for the right time to find you way back to him. 

Now, everything was at peace again. 

Xiao, the man you've left behind for the time being stood alone once again with a single butterfly perched atop his forehead. 

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i will get to the requests after a few days. Please bear with my low creativity juice and dwindling will to can.

[giorno-plays-piano]

Okay but imagine this: You're a knight hunting for what you thought were the last of the orcs. You follow the few footsteps into a cave. When you reach deep enough you've realized your mistake. It was a trap. One orc you could easily strike down with an arrow until another one comes from behind. You find yourself in a cave, naked and sandwiched between not one but two orcs (stucky) stretching you to the max. Your legs flail with each violent thrust. There's a prominent belly bulge too.

Ok, I didn't expect this to happen, but here it is 🙈

Pairing: orc!Stucky x knight!Reader

Warnings: non-con, obsession, overstimulation, breeding, allusion to kidnapping.

Words: 726

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You're exhausted to the point you can barely understand what's happening: your head is empty, but your womb is full of orcs' seed; all you feel is hot, muscled bodies of two nasty orcs, covered in sweat and mix of their cum and your juices. You don't know what they've done to your body since your ass and pussy would never take their scary 10 inches cocks, but now your holes are stretched just perfectly around them, sucking them in despite being full of hot sticky seed. Fuck, you're spent to the point you can't even move your tongue, but orcs keep going again and again. Apparently, all those stories about their stamina were true.

You've never been kissed so deeply before, but you like it when one of these monsters stuffs your mouth with his long, slimy tongue, licking yours, claiming your mouth till you can't breathe and your eyes roll down to the back of your skull. His cock tears your asshole apart, and you like it so fucking much.

The other orc leaves his marks on your neck, though you don't think there's a place that they have missed, covering your skin in hickeys, bruises and a few bite marks they left when you tried fighting them. Other orc's cock is buried in your abused core to the hilt, cum constantly leaking out of it.

"Bucky, I wanna have her." The orc with blonde hair whispers gently, kissing you on the lips and caressing your cheek.

The other one smirks: you can feel it on your skin. "But she's such a brat. You wanna have a bratty wife?"

"Yeah. I'm gonna teach her how to be good to us." Steve murmurs against your lips, his warm chest pressed into your back. "You gonna be good, honey? Tell Bucky you'll be a good girl for him."

You don't think how you ended up here, sandwiched between two monsters with their huge, fat cocks inside your holes; you don't remember being a proud knight sent to clear this cave from orcs, filthy disgusting creatures you swore to banish from these lands to protect your king. The only thing on your mind is how nice these monsters fill you up, rubbing all the right spots, making you cum your brains out while they pleasure you again and again. Yes, your belly is round and heavy with their seed, but it's alright, you think. Maybe you'd give birth to a couple of pretty little orclings, what's wrong with that?

"I'll be your good girl." You mewl, your tongue barely moving when Bucky forces his hips forward particularly hard, thrusting his cock so deep inside your pussy you come again with your mouth open. Grinning, orc gives you a deep kiss, too, pinching your poor nipples he and Steve sucked so much as if you already have milk.

"That's why a woman should never be a knight, sweetheart." He laughs, caressing your hair and smiling to Steve. "Your place is the sack, you see? Shit, look at that dumb bitch's face, Steve, we've fucked her silly."

Dark haired orc makes you take out your tongue and licks just its tip, slowly sucking it inside his mouth and feeling how small it is comparing to his, licking his tusks. Your cunt is milking him again, and soon Bucky cums in you with a grunt, cursing and closing his eyes for a couple of seconds. Steve murmurs something softly in your ear and stills behind you, too, filling your ass up, shooting hot ropes of his sticky seed inside your abused hole. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you love it, you love it so much you wanna spend your life serving these monstrous cocks, having them stretch you wide and cum buckets in you, suck them every morning and every night, polish these heavy balls with your kitten tongue and-

"We're going to keep her." Bucky finally exhales, his hand gently cupping your bulging belly. "I wanna breed this bitch till she gives us plenty pretty kids."

"You gonna be a cute little mommy." Steve smiles warmly at you, his hand also on your sensitive belly as he strokes it lovingly, peppering the top of your head with kisses. "Don't worry, we'll take care of you, sweetheart. Just open your legs and be a good girl to the both of us."

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lilo and stitch anime??? I thought u guys were referring to the tv series?? I'm so confused

//There's One TV Series and Two Animes.

//The TV Series is the first and the one you are probably thinking of which is when Lilo and Stitch go to capture all the remaining 622 experiments that Jumba made, which came out between 2003 and 2006. Which side note no we don't have 622 episodes and not all the experiments do show up which is a massive bummer. But I remember watching this as a kid and loving it.

//The Experiments are a MAJOR influence into my general creature design thought process in general so if some of the future Void Juice Monsters look familiar that's why.

//Then you have Stitch! The anime which came out in 2008 and 2011. This takes place in the future when Lilo is all grown up and Stitch has found some new friends in Yuna a Japanese-Hawaiian girl and one who wouldn't be out of place in Pokemon Sun and Moon, and Kijimunaa a youkai. Yep because having alien experiments isn't good enough, we also have some good old Japanese supernatural beasts as well. The plot is Stitch attacked a spiritual stone to make a wish to get stronger but for it to work he needs to do 43 good deeds which since losing Lilo has made Stitch regress a bit means he and Yuna have to make sure he gets good again.

//I haven't seen many of the episodes but I probably need to watch them at some point. I do know Stitch's English vocabulary is much better here as he actually talks in proper sentences now. I understand why since its in the future and all, but it just feels weird he's not talking gibberish all the time, and there is a episode when we see Lilo and....well...let's just say most people aren't happy how she's portrayed in this.

//And finally you have Stitch and Ai, the most recent one as it came out in 2018 though it was a year eariler for Chinese auidences. To the surprise of literally nobody, this was a TV series designed to cater to the Chinese market as Stitch finds himself in China and befriends another young girl, named Ai who is basically Chinese Lilo. This also takes place after Leroy and Stitch but seems to be be in a seperate timeline to Stitch! Here Stitch is being hunted by two alien factions who want to use a hidden feature in him to win the war they are having with each other and its up to Stitch and Ai to keep away from them.

//Oh that hidden feature Stitch has? It's the Kaiju form I talked about and well;

//That is...something alright.

//So yeah that's all the TV Series/Anime Stitch has Sparkles. Its a LOT.

[queenmuzz]

So, anyways, I saw something @liulyam had posted for Spardaverse a while back I DON'T KNOW HOW I MISSED THEIR WONDERFUL ART FORGIVE ME! Anyways, I saw specifically THIS piece of art, and it sent the brain juices into overdrive....

So, the same thing plays out everyday. Nero gets off the school bus and runs in, backpack flying, and tells his uncle excitedly about his day at school, before racing up the stairs to tell his dad the same thing, in the same adorably animated manner. Unfortunately, Vergil doesn’t respond the same way as Dante, sitting still, not even acknowledging that the boy is talking to him. Initially, Nero doesn’t mind, understanding his recently rescued father has been through a lot, and needs time and patience to recover. But as the months pass by, Dante notices that his nephew doesn’t run up the front steps as eagerly, his descriptions of school become shorter, paler. And most worryingly of all, Nero spends less and less time with Vergil, preferring to peek his head in the man’s room, sigh, and slowly make his way to his own room, closing the door sullenly.

“What’s going on Nero?” Dante takes the plunge and asks him one day, before the boy trudges up the stairs. “You haven’t been that rambunctious ball of energy lately.”

Nero kicks the worn hardwood floor. “It’s dad… I know you told me I need to be patient,” his face scrunches up at the word, it’s a thing he’s never been able to truly do. He’s definitely a Sparda boy. “But he just keeps ignoring me. He won’t talk, won’t even look at me. It’s like I don’t even exist! Maybe...maybe he doesn’t want me to exist-”

“Hey now!” Dante needs to nip this train of thought in the bud. He knows first hand where it can lead to. Had he not found Nero nearly nine years ago, while wandering the world, drinking up every bar’s entire inventory in a vain attempt to fill a void in his chest, who knows where he would have ended up? “Your dad...well, even without the stuff he’s been through, he was never much of a talker. Always preferred to have his actions speak for him.” “But that’s the thing, Uncle Dante!” Nero blurts out, close to tears. “He DOESN’T DO ANYTHING!!! He doesn’t care!” And with that, Nero bolts up the stairs, past Vergil’s room, not even checking up on him, and slams his bedroom door with such force, Eva’s portrait wobbles on the desk and tips over. Dante sighs, sets his mom back up, and slowly makes his way up the stairs. Not to Nero’s room; Dante knows better than to provoke that tiger cub when he’s in an ornery mood. It’s time to talk to his dad.

Vergil, or what’s left of him, is sitting in an oversized chair, the only one that fits his giant frame, facing the window, the only one in the place with a view. If he’s heard the ruckus (and Dante knows he has), he makes no indication that it affects him.

“Verg,” he calls out, “I know it's been rough, I know I piled on a lot of shit on you, the whole thing about having a kid and everything these past nine years. I’m not expecting you to just snap back to normal, and start insulting me like in the good old days, but…” Dante’s not good at this sort of thing. He’d rather Royal Guard his emotional turmoil. It used to be with alcohol, but now it’s with a cheery smile. “The kid needs a sign that you’re still there, you’re still fighting. I know you are, hell, you’re the one that helped me take down that bastard Mundus on Mallet Island. But that’s the thing, Nero’s only heard things that you’ve done, not seen them. You need to show him yourself, otherwise…” Vergil makes no motion, and even Dante, stubborn as he is, knows it’s fruitless to continue much more, “you’re gonna lose him too.” And then Dante heads back downstairs, to see if he can whip up a snack to bribe his nephew to come out of his lair. Strange, he swears he hears the rustle of fabric from Vergil’s room, as if his brother had just moved.

--

Nero sits at Dante’s desk, working on his math homework. It’s his least favourite thing, fractions. Uncle Dante is a whiz at them, and usually would be able to help him, but he’s gone out on an ‘Really quick, won’t be more than a half hour’ errand run. It’s been nearly two hours, and the only other adult here is his dad… so Nero is practically by himself.

Suddenly, the hairs on the back of Nero’s neck prick up, and he hears scrabbling at the front door. He’s still not allowed to go out with Uncle Dante or Auntie Lady on their hunts, but he knows what a demon feels like, especially when there are a lot of them. ESPECIALLY when they’re really powerful Instinctively, he grabs a chair, and wedges it underneath the door knob, and looks around in a panic. He’s never had to deal with a demon attack by himself before. He remembers his uncle has a case of weapons that he was told to NEVER touch beside the jukebox, but Nero figures that he can say sorry to his uncle later. He smashes the lock with a billiard ball, and yanks open the lid. He’s disappointed. He thought there would be a treasure trove of swords and guns, but all there are two swords, one red and one blue. But he doesn’t have much of a choice, and the whine of protesting wood ends with a thunderous CRASH, and demons pour through. “FIND THE HERETIC GOD SLAYER!” One says, before turning in Nero’s direction. Without much warning, it shrieks as it launches at him with razor sharp obsidian claws.

Nero might be little, but his uncle has trained him well. Whipping the two blades around, they connect the monster’s waist in a pincer move, and like a pair of scissors, bisect it in a shower of blood and ash. Nero swears he hears a voice (or is it two voices?) approvingly say, “Impressive!” but doesn’t have a chance to savour his very first demon kill as another demon comes at him, knocking him over. The reddish gold blade clatters away on the floor, way out of reach, not that it matters. Nero’s pinned to the ground by a skeletal foot, as the demon lifts a blade to impale him. He squeezes his eyes shut, preparing for the end.

The final blow never comes. Instead, he hears shriek, and the pressure on his chest instantly subsides. He opens his eyes, to see it stagger back, its decapitated head clattering to the floor. Its brethren likewise are either dead or dying, their high pitched screams shattering the glass in the jukebox.

Nero’s first thought is that his Uncle has finally come home, Dante’s come to save me! But what’s odd is that there’s no sound of Dante’s beloved Ebony and Ivory. And last he checked, his uncle never was able to shoot out blue ghostly blades that now impale most of the horde. But it doesn’t matter, because his uncle is here to save the day! That is, until he yelps as he’s quickly, but not roughly picked up and held as whoever holds him spirits him out of the building, the blue blade still clutched in his hand. Nero begins to panic, but hears a voice, almost like a croak, as if the vocal cords had been in disuse for years…

Nero

And even though the voice is harsh sounding, it's one of the most comforting things Nero’s ever heard.

--

Of course that half hour errand run would turn out to be three hours. But when he was promised a free pizza for clearing out that demon nest on the West side, Dante couldn’t say no. Besides, he’d pick up some freshly baked chocolate chip cookies on the way home as a way of apologising to Nero. The kid might be cross with him, but he’d forgive him the moment he smelled those chewy biscuits. Dante might even let him have more than half of the package.

So when he gets home to find his front door smashed open, his office trashed, and worst of all his jukebox shattered-wait no, worst of all, his nephew missing, all thoughts of pizza and cookies vanish from his mind as he rushes in, guns drawn. There’s no sign of life, but the black splatters of demonic ichor painting the walls shows that some real bad mojo went down here. The strangest thing though, is Agni, a weapon Dante was definitely sure he had under lock and key, laying there on the ground, alone.

“Alright, time to spill your guts” he yanks the blade up so that he’s at eye level with the pommel, “What the hell happened here?” Agni makes the same response as Vergil. Which means silence.

“I swear to…” he pulls out ivory, and presses the muzzle into the (more troubled than usual looking face), “You’re gonna tell me what went down, or we’re gonna see how many bullets I can jam into your ugly mug.” “You told us to remain silent.” He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, consider that rule temporarily relaxed.” “There was an attack.” Agni starts, its distorted voice unusually agitated, “The little one fought with great valour, but eventually even he was overwhelmed.” Dante’s blood goes cold. “But then a great bulk of a demon came out and slaughtered the attacking filth, and spirited the boy away, alongwith my brother.”

“Rudra’s still with Nero?” That’s odd, if they were trying to capture the kid, they’d disarm him first.

“Yes, they are not far, I think they’ve stopped moving.”

“Alright,” Dante makes his way out of the disfigured wood, “let’s go find the kid and your bro...and if he’s alright, maybe I’ll reconsider giving back your talking privileges.” “Oh, that would be wonderful, will you allow us to leave the dark box? It’s been so long since we’ve fought, we crave batt- ”

“I said IF, and I won’t guarantee anything if you keep jabbering on and on.”

--

Angi directs the demon hunter to a dark secluded alleyway, a few blocks from Devil May Cry. One hand on its hilt ready for attack, the other fingering the trigger of Ivory, he cautiously makes his way past the recently overturned garbage cans, to a shadow alcove, where a shadow crouches. Beside it is Rudra, glowing faintly, it’s turquoise blue light providing enough illumination for Dante to make out what has happened. There’s Nero, peacefully slumbering away, apparently unharmed, not even his shirt is torn. And holding him gently, stroking his downy white hair with a giant hand...is Vergil… And for once, even though he is still staring straight ahead, there’s a different look on his face, a sense of contentment.

Huh Dante thinks to himself as he holsters the weapons, I was right, actions DO speak louder than words.

[speechlessxx]

I Can Keep A Secret. - 4 (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Chapter Summary: In a jealous rage, Steve accidentally says something he doesn’t mean as he discovers something personal about the reader. 

Warnings: no Clark in this chapter, slight fingering (18+ Minors DNI), nudity but not really, lots of cussing, angsty, make-out scene, shitty writing (it’s been a while i’m sorry!), AGE GAP (reader is stated to be 21 but age is just a number. call her wtv age you want). 

Word Count: ~2.7k 

again... i apologize this sucks. i haven’t written anything since like august. 

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Steve never considered himself a jealous man. When he was involved with Sharon Carter, he never paid any mind to the revolving door of “friends” she entertained. Truthfully, throughout the numerous relationships he’s had in his life, Steve Rogers had never been the one to be jealous.

How could he?

Steve didn’t think he was an egomaniac nor narcissistic – not in the way that Tony Stark was, at least. But he knew he was charming. He knew he was wealthy – the black cards in his Burberry wallet reminded him of that. He knew he was handsome. He knew his worth – hell, even Forbes did.

His thoughts had never been infiltrated by the ugly, green rage monster that filled his head with insecurities. That is… Until the headlines and photographs of (Y/N) Barnes’s dinner date with “America’s richest and handsomest” bachelor, Clark Kent, had made its rounds.

It was a form of self-torture as he scrolled furiously through the many posts about the two.

Dynasties Colliding!

Clark Kent off the Market?

Everything you need to know about (Y/N) Barnes, Clark Kent’s new girlfriend.

He clicked his tongue in disgust at that last article as he skimmed through it. It was obvious that the writer had a biased opinion – one so clearly against (Y/N) – as it pointed out her “college dropout” status and her “naivete” to be involved with a man ten years her senior.

He scoffed… If only they knew.

Though, Steve couldn’t help but compare himself to the younger man. Sure, Clark was richer than he was with a booming business and a company created generations before Steve was even born. His net worth pushed him much higher than Steve and Bucky on the Forbes’s listings. But surely, he didn’t have the same chemistry as he and (Y/N) did… Surely.

As if to mock him, a photo of Clark kissing her knuckles appeared on his monitor. He glared at it, fuming with hot jealousy. He hated that feeling bubbling inside as he stared at her flustered face digitally immortalized by paparazzi and fan photos.

His phone buzzed to life as the screen displayed her name… And he did what he had been doing for the past few days following the polo match, he sent it straight to voicemail, spiteful that she even entertained Clark’s request to go on a date.

Had he misread the signs? Had there been any signs to begin with? Had she played him? Was he just her happy distraction until she could find her bearings in New York?

A sharp knock interrupted him from his thoughts as Bucky’s broad shoulders filled his open office door. He had a wide smile on his face as he entered the room, closing the door.

“You read the gossip?” Bucky chuckled. A sly smirk on his face as he sat himself in the seat across Steve’s desk. Steve quickly clicked out of his tabs and raised his brows at Bucky. “With (Y/N) getting Clark interested, other investors are looking at us, too. It’s great.”

“So, you’re really using your daughter to lure business opportunities?” Steve snorted. Considering how enchanting she was, it wasn’t a terrible strategy. If Steve hadn’t gotten so attached so quickly, he’d even advise Bucky to have her stalk the airport terminals, too.

“It’s working, man. He’s interested in the company. He wants a tour. He’s talking big money. We can scrap any deals with Stark. He’s our top priority now.”

“Buck,” Steve laughed so dryly it became a scoff. “He’s not interested in the company. He’s clearly interested in her – and only her. As soon as you give the green light and she rips the cord with him, he’s gonna back out. He’s got the lawyers to make sure that any contract he signs will get voided, too.”

His tone had been hopeful although Bucky didn’t pick up on it. Bucky had just waved it off as Steve being cautious – not Steve hoping that his daughter would dump Clark and focus all her attention back on him.

“No, no.” Bucky shook his head, waving his hand, too. “She’s equally into him. Piqued her interest more than Peter did, for sure.” Steve stopped himself from rolling his eyes, knowing damn well that she was never interested in the Stark boy. “He dropped her off and she was blushing like crazy. Ran to her room and practically screamed her head off with that Wanda girl on the phone.”

Steve pressed his lips into a straight line. He didn’t trust himself enough to respond, knowing any sarcastic remark would land him in the hot seat, with Bucky asking questions he wasn’t ready to answer… or rather, didn’t have the answers to.

“Besides… y’know one contract that’s incredibly difficult to get out of?” Steve hummed. “A marriage.”

Steve choked. “Marriage? Buck, c’mon, she’s twenty-one.” Bucky nodded, taking his daughter’s age into consideration. “Marriages are definitely the easiest to get out of. Must I remind you the reason why you haven’t seen her since she was a baby?”

“Hey!”

“Besides, isn’t he too old for her?” Steve internally cringed. Suddenly, wishing he could take it back, afraid of what Bucky would say. Like you aren’t thirty-nine, dumbass?

“He’s thirty-three. She’s twenty-one. She can date whoever she wants. She’s an adult.”

“That’s dangerously permissive.” Stop talking.

“Why’re you acting like her father, Steve?” Bucky asked, raising his brows inquisitively.

“I’m just saying, Clark’s closer in age with us than with (Y/N).” Steve shrugged. “I’m just looking out for her.”

I just want her to myself.

“Well, since you’re oh-so invested in looking out for her, I’m gonna need a favor.”

»————-　♡　————-««

Out of the many things to do on a Friday night in the big city, Steve found himself walking through the threshold of the Barnes’s penthouse. He silent cursed at Bucky, who asked him to look after his daughter for the weekend. The same daughter he had been avoiding for the past week, blowing off her calls and leaving her texts unread.

Steve found Bucky’s favor to be a direct contradiction to the statement he made prior. She’s twenty-one. She’s an adult. An adult who needed another adult’s supervision as it seemed.

However, Steve understood. She was relatively new to the city, only being here for a little over a month and a half, and known for her reckless behavior back in Los Angeles – the reason why she was in New York to begin with. Although Bucky didn’t quite keep her on a tight leash, he kept on a leash, nevertheless.

Bucky had already left that afternoon, leaving the penthouse somewhat quiet save for the music coming from the hallway that led into (Y/N)’s bedroom. He cracked a smile as he approached the hall. He could hear her obnoxiously singing along to the provocative lyrics of that one song – WAP, was it?

His hand absentmindedly found its way to her doorknob, twisting the metal and pushing the door open. She shrieked as her phone fell from her hands with a thud against the floor. She scrambled for her towel that lay haphazardly on her bed, messily wrapping it around her naked body.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” She screamed over the music. 

Steve stared at her with wide eyes like a deer in headlights. Her hair was still damp, knotting and begging to be combed out. Her chest heaved as she breathed heavily. The towel did little to hide her from his hungry eyes as he fought to keep his stare at her face and only her face. She called for the Alexa to stop playing the music before running a hand through her knotted hair. 

“Steve, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Your – your dad asked me to – uh – “he was losing the battle as his eyes gave her a look over, feeling the heat rise to his face. It was not the only thing that has risen. He tore his stare away from her, scanning the room instead. “He asked me to watch over you.” Steve explained, finally finding the words.

“Like a babysitter?” She scoffed. She had been itching to see Steve, hating him just a bit for ghosting her, but looking like that? She was willing to forgive.

“Yeah…” Steve nodded.

“Well,” she smirked playfully, “since you’re baby-sitting… Why don’t you let your baby sit on your lap, huh, daddy?” She batted her lashes at him, and he instantly melted, forgetting his jealousy and spite for just a second. She reached out for him and had him sit at the edge of her bed, straddling his thick thighs. “Excited to see me?”

His resolve and pent-up angst disappeared. “You’re damn right.” Steve muttered, hand fisting her knotted hair and smashing his lips onto hers. The kiss was every bit hungry and desperate as it was passionate – like two star crossed lovers finally catching a moment alone.

She moaned into his mouth as his free hand slipped beneath her towel, which was loosening as she grinded against his strained pants. His fingers explored her slit, fumbling as he tried to find her bundle of nerves.

“I missed you,” she gasped as he found it within seconds, rubbing tight circles around her clit.

His lips left a trail of kisses along her jaw and sucked the sensitive skin under her ear, eliciting long moan from her as he played with her, relishing in her responsiveness. He felt her juices coat his fingers as he teased her hole, but the moment suddenly cut short when her phone dinged.

Once. And then a second, then a third.

She looked over her shoulder and glanced down at the screen. Steve pinched her, causing her to gasp again. “Don’t.” He warned her, his voice a deep growl.

It dinged again. “I’m gonna silent it,” she promised, pecking his lips as she hopped off his lap. “Oh,” she frowned. She ran a hand through her knotted hair before glancing at him, then typing.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked her as he stood from her bed and walked over to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist as he pulled her into him.

“I… Uh… Clark wants to hang out again.” She told him.

Steve rolled his eyes though she didn’t see. “Blow him off.” He told her, leaving a trail of kisses on her shoulders, leading back up to that sweet spot beneath her ear. Her eyes rolled back before she pushed away from him. “We haven’t seen each other in days – “

“Because someone kept sending me to voicemail,” she rebutted. “I-I have to go see him, Steve. If my dad found out – “

“Then tell him you’re not into him.” Steve insisted. She remained silent as she tucked a stray hair behind her ear. Steve frowned. “Wait, are you – are you into him?”

“I dunno…”

“You don’t know?” He asked her. “If you’re into him, the hell are you sitting on top of me naked for?”

“Steve – “

“God, it’s like you like making yourself easy to guys.” The envy – the green, little monster that tore at his ego and his heart – suddenly rose. No thoughts were running through his head – just angry words from his mouth.

“Excuse me?” An enraged look splayed across her face. Brows furrowed and arms crossed defensively.

“Well, considering you sold pictures of yourself to total strangers – “he stopped himself before the rest of the sentence. The self-control had finally resurfaced, but the damage had been done as fury in her features mellowed and turned into hurt.

“Is that… Is that what you think of me?” She asked him, willing her voice not to crack but the tears had already begun to form. She furiously blinked them away before huffing. “Well, it doesn’t matter what you think anyway ‘cause I’m not with you.”

“And what you’re with Clark Kent?” He seethed his name.

“At least he doesn’t call me easy.”

Steve chuckled, dryly. “Bar’s set low then, huh? Says the girl who sucked me off on the airplane when we knew each other less than two hours. Wonder the things you’d do for him.” It was spite. His words were pure spite and jealousy. They held no meaning but they sure had weight. 

“What’s your problem?” She snapped. “Damn it, Steve! I like you. I really do, genuinely, but y’know it fucking sucks when the guy you like suddenly ghosts you.”

“And it fucking sucks when the girl you’re actually interested in goes on a date with some hot shot, pretty, rich boy. Probably fucks him in the back of his limo, too.”

She stomped over to Steve, shoving him with one hand while the other kept her towel from slipping off. “Get. Out!”

“No, no,” Steve argued, grabbing her arm easily overpowering her to stop pushing him. “You’re gonna answer.” She raised her brows at him. “Are you fucking him in the back of his limo? Are you that easy?”

Her jaw dropped as she stared at him in disbelief. “You’re not my dad, so that’s none of your concern.” She began to push him towards her door, and he let her this time. “And…” Her fingers tapped against the wooden door as she stared back at him. 

“It’s none of your business, but for your information, I’m a virgin.” She clicked her tongue as a smirk splayed across her face. “Won’t be for long, though. ‘Cause Mr. Kent is inviting back to one of his many lavish, expensive homes in New York.”

And with that she slammed the door shut, locking it with the new lock her father had installed.

»————-　♡　————-««

“(Y/N)…” He called out to her, knocking on her door. “C’mon, sweetheart.” It had been half an hour since their fight, and she had yet to come out of her room.

“Go away!” She called out from the other side of the wooden pane as if she were a child.

“I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t mean it. I was just jealous – “

“I don’t care, Steve!”

He sighed. “C’mon, sweetheart. Let’s go out for dinner, yeah? Just me and you. Whatever you want. You wanna embarrass me by making me use chopsticks? Let’s go. You wanna hit me with a bottle of champagne? Take your pick. I’m down.”

“Fuck off, asshole!”

You deserve that. He agreed.

Steve suddenly heard a click of the lock before she pulled the door open, pushing past him and he let her. She had a duffle in one hand and her phone in the other, typing away. “Where are you going?”

“Away from you,” she spat. She didn’t even spare him a second look.

“You going with Clark?”

“None of your business, dick.”

He called her full name and she stopped in her tracks, spinning on her heel to look at him with her brows raised. Steve had his hands on his hips as he stared at the floor before looking down at her. “You are not leaving and that’s final.”

“Oh, yeah?” She challenged, taking a step towards him. Her heel clicking against the ground. She crossed her arms across her chest as she tilted her head. “And what? You’re gonna stop me?”

“Don’t make me, sweetheart.”

“Well,” she smirked. “Take it up with my dad… because unlike you, he actually approves of my blossoming relationship with Clark Kent. I swear he’s already planning the wedding … while I, on the other hand, all I care about is the honeymoon… And I think we’re gonna get a head start to it, actually.”

Steve took a step towards her as she took a step back. “Stop being a little brat and just – “

“No, Steve,” she corrected. “I’m being easy. And you’re completely right… Sometimes being easy is just fun.”

He grabbed her arm before she could turn around and pulled her towards him. She bit her lip as she stared up at him with faux innocence. Her lips glistened with whatever gloss it was she used to make her lips plump as she challenged every bit of authority Steve had.

He wanted nothing more than to kiss that bratty attitude right out of her. He leaned in as her eyes fluttered close and he knew he had her. Then, suddenly, the elevator doors dinged and opened, ruining the moment. Both their heads snapped towards the guest.

“What the hell?” 

[devoiante]

january poetry prompts: day 27

"outside the party"

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT possess nor agree with the possession of any illegally-obtained drugs.

do you know what time it is when you stagger out onto the street, streamers in your hair and sugar in your veins? when you fall into a lake and sink to the bottom and the sphere of silence grows in your ears after everyone is gone? of course you don't. you can't even feel the cold of the water that thaws your head and heart into a drifting red-pink cloud while your body floats above the sand but never settles down. now you laugh at the cloudy pool of flesh-juice and suck your lungs so full your weight doubles and triples but you still don't touch the ground. after you finally drown you're back outside the party but the door is a gachapon machine paid in valporate and you're broke because it's been two weeks since you began dumping them out. great. sit on the curb, then. sit on the curb between sleep and wakefulness feeling nothing but a rotting void eat away at your corpse while the world goes on. you so achingly want nothing your head says to rip your flesh to shreds and crush your bones to dust - but you don't want that either.

nothing.

nothing.

YOU GOT EVERYTHING YOU WANT.

how do you like scratching at the doors to your own party? none of your guests can let you in if they wanted to. they're probably so drunk off one shot of your pink champagne they won't notice you were gone anyway - wasn't that what you wanted too?

you wanted no heart. you wanted no soul. you wanted to become a monster. AND YOU GOT YOUR WISH.

go choke on the gore of your unicorn dying and fall off those paper beams and look for whatever you lost that got you 30-something on the scale while you wait until the damn thing on the machine can turn since you found yourself all these toys.

you know what time it is now?

IT'S A LITTLE TOO LATE, BITCH.

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GLITZY GACHAPON

2x valporate to play

PURPLE: empty capsule. try again.

TEAL: elimination of all emotion. no entrance to party.

WHITE: ability to experience bizarre dreams in half-sleep. entrance to party not guranteed.

YELLOW: periodical entry and exit from party premises.

PINK (RARE): influx of energy and new key to party premises.

prompt by @angelealowes on instagram.

[we-dragons]

I'm from a different dimension actually Chapter 5 Damian x reader

Pulled away to another world, Y/N uses magic science and a Little bird to help her get back home and possibly be rid of an apocalyptic event. "So, will you succumb to your doubts completely or step into the sun of this new world?"

" A few days, but I didn't expect the entire week, thank god for Molly." The emotional stress I had felt in the beginning influenced the behavior of the scales on my skin it took more hot water and hydrogen peroxide than I had originally would have needed. Even after all that, my skin was turned ashen and my breath was so shallow that Nightmare could lap from it as if it was his water bowl. The scales I have removed were not ready for healing uses yet, at least not for another three days. Nightmare had remained at my side barely even moving from his spot curled up on the pillow next to mine, the only time he moved is when Molly came over. Molly would drop off the homework, she told me she took the written project to Damian and he was ready to deliver it when it was due in 10 days from now. Molly would come by every day at 4, made sure I and Nightmare ate and rested well, told me about herself self and left. And I thank god I'm feeling better after all of that.

Today was Friday and I still wasn't feeling the best even after she left, Nightmare crawled up onto my lap while I had sat on the couch watching the news. I never liked watching the news but considering that I had an unexpected visitor I had hoped to find out more. I'm not disappointed, Vigilanties that appear in Gotham with the exception of Nightwing who occasionally visited from Blüdhaven the sister city of Gotham, and the character Red Hood an anti-hero who fights for his own needs, he arrived in Gotham a few years ago and became a crime fighter. Then there were the other three, Red robin seen with the dynamic duo Batman and Robin, seen all over Gotham. All of them well known and on the news constantly in a large group even that fight bad guys of all sorts a from a clown, to plant creatures and more.

"Wow their just like them." I feel a wave of nostalgia float over me, I remember what it was like at home. In Minnesota. With the tall evergreens and the marvelous lilacs that mom would grow in our backyard, my family, and friends. Everything at least before all the drama in New York happened. "Dear God, I'm becoming an over-sentimental sad sack I can't think of them now, not yet." I get up from my seat to head to the kitchen Nightmare jumping off me when I hear a knock from my balcony. I continue my walk to the kitchen to peer out at it, I didn't see anything there even so I open it. Nightmare runs out before me hissing at something on the left.

"Nightmare what are you-Oh...." Robin stares at me from the railing of the balcony. He's leaning back on it a scornful look upon his face. Confusion settles in me as I just stare at him.

"Are you sick?" He asks walking to me while doing so.

"Y-yeah I was out too long in the rain." He stops just in front of me.

"Don't you bring an umbrella with you?"

"Not that day," I clear my throat a little. "why are you here?" He pauses as if coming up with the reason shocks even himself. He arches his arm back behind his back, slowly moving his arm out.

"My box! So you did take it," I exclaim grabbing the box tenderly opeining the lid, I smile sadly looking at the glinting scales inside the box. " did they help you." I look back up, his faces move to confusion.

"I stole them from you and you're asking me if they helped me?"

"Well, you also needed it more than me, and I can see it did wonders. Your up and running again." I start hacking for a strait minute and grab onto the railing. I look up to the door moving to pick up Nightmare. "Would you like to come in for some tea," NIghtmare squirms in my arms jumping out when I enter the kitchen from the balcony. I open the cupboard and pull out the only three kinds of tea I have, setting aside the box with the X on it. "There's peppermint, cinnamon chai, and pumpkin if your interested." He stares at me from the entryway.

"No thank you," He says " I need to leave, I wasn't supposed to be here anyway." I set the pot on the stove anyway and pull out the pumpkin tea and my favorite mug with Arab henna designs decorating even the inside. I look back to the outside, he is still standing in the entryway shifting uncomfortably.

"You Know, the fact that you haven't left yet contradicts your own words, Robin." I pour the hot water over my tea while I wait for him to answer. He stirs slightly moving back and forth on his feet.

"I'll come back tomorrow," I spit out my tea.

"What didn't you say you weren't supposed to be here?"

He shrugs pulling a grappling hook from his belt and swang off. If I wasn't feeling so sick and had just spat out some tea causing me to cough some more, I would have gone after him. I just stared out through the night air as the familiar feeling of dread washed over me, I close the door to the outside and look at the box. NIghtmare gave me a look moving the box and pawing the X on the top.

"We can't call him yet, didn't you hear, their back. If I call him now it compromises everything they have worked for," I pick up the box and move over to the couch, Nightmare followed suit, we both laid down, me clutching the box. "We can't do anything yet anyway, it violates the treaty. We have to wait for the first kill."

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True to his word he came back, he arrived sometime after Molly left, I don't know exactly when he arrived but I know it wasn't long. It was 2 pm when Molly forced meds in my mouth and put me to sleep. It was 2:40 when I heard him clatter in my kitchen nearly killing him with the broom. He was making tea he brought, he told me that he said it works for sore throats, even though it's just lemon juice, water, and honey.

" You realize this is twice you have broken and entered into my home right?" He tsked crossing his arms from his where he is seated across from me.

"The first time was not on purpose."

"I mean you did break my window."

"I crashed through it."

"Pretty sure that there was broken glass I had to pull out of you and sweep off my floor." I laugh for a little bit while he grunts in his seat in front of me.

"Hey why are you here anyway, You dropped off my box, you're healed up why are you back?"

He moves forward resting his arms on the table. "what do you know about the Crows?"

My mug shatters the pieces scattered on the floor, my hands are shaking and that feeling of dread washes over me again.

"Oops sorry, my hands must have slipped even as I'm feeling better I see I didn't recover all my strength, haha..." I stand up to get the broom.

"They killed three people that day," I froze turning to Nightmare who was resting on the counter, his ears are folded back, his hair also standing on end." six were maimed they were monsters that said their names in the third person. They said they are looking for 'the scaled one' and I believe they are looking for you." The air becomes cold around us to a literal point where I can see my breath.

"They drew first blood," The words finally sink in my fears had manifested themselves, I know that I should have guessed it when I saw him but I had hoped they weren't going to be in physical form yet. I rush to my closet pull another box out from the top, a black box big enough to hold a dress, bearing the same markings as the smaller one. I bring it to the table Robin and I are seated at and set it down pulling off the top.

"How much do you know about The Crows already?" I begin pulling out the things inside one by one, recalling their names and what they are for, looking for my com piece.

"That's what I'm asking you, what is all this?"

"They come from an interdimensional planetary void, The Crow where once a proud and advance society until the gave up their freedom for more knowledge, Jal-sein holds their control now. They are dangerous and they are after the very thing that nearly killed everyone on my earth. Ah! Found it!" I move to my living room pushing away my coffee table setting it on the ground making sure there is enough space. Robin had moved up from the kitchen a worried look set on his face.

"What is Jal-sein? What is this other earth aren't you from Minnesota?"

"Yep but here's the thing," I press the silver X on the com and it starts calling, lights flicker in the room from the device as the figure forms."I'm from another dimension actually."

The figure in the holographic com finalizes and I smile at the old man I see.

"Hello Y/N, I suppose they have found you then? It good to see you even in such circumstances?" His voice is grim and shallow, he sounds older than usual and his head is covered with a silver helmet with tubes coming from it.

"Yes, they have, It"s good to see you, Professor X."

[faeroviolet]

Mystery chocopie(fanfic)

Content:

⚫ English version

⚫ Русская версия(внизу)

Сredits: Studio au by @zu-is-here​ other in the end, since It’s the spoiler...

Attention: there can be many letters, words and sentences here. Contains Out of Character(OOC), a lot of humor, hellcrazy, anarchy of imagination, strange action anomaly and other weird thing... Sorry, not sorry...

There can be mistakes because ... no one has ever said whether I write English badly or not. They never said at all whether my stories were interesting or they like them, they never said anything at all. Nothing ,_,

   Today is such a wonderful day: a clear blue sky with a bright sun shining above. It's about 1pm now. And the work at the studio is in full swing. Despite the bustle that soars throughout the pavilion, there is a sense of calm and peace. This's a kind of harmony that nothing can break, except...

Sudden crash and noise. The shout coming from the room was so loud that it could be heard outside. Even a small bird, peacefully sleeping on a branch, had to wake up abruptly and also hastily leave its seat, sleepily flapping its wings. What's going on? Someone is being killed... or given to domestic violence?! If someone passed by, then from what he heard, the soul would go into his heels and would not dare to climb out of there before its owner gets to the house, you never know what you can imaginate.

As they say: there's no smoke without fire. So who started the fire? It's easy to find out by watching what is happening through the window of the third floor.

A skeleton with purple lights in his eye sockets spoke in raised tones with the same skeleton as him, only the pupils were golden in color. Apparently the first one scolded the second one for something:

“Dream, where are choco-pies?!” Without stopping to ask the same question, Nightmare fiercely poked his finger into a silver tray, on which crumbs from the sweets that were recently lying there were still visible.

“N-nightmare, I didn't touch anything.“ Still defending himself with the same response, Dream held out his palms in front of himself.

“Don’t lie!!! When I came here you were rummaging around in the lockers, and there was already an empty tray on the table. How do you explain this to me?“

“Firstly, I came and everything was like this.” The light-eyed skeleton tried to calm the unexpected ardor of his brother. “Secondly, what are you talking about? And... why did it make you so angry?”

“Ugh, I brought some tasty treats to everyone... Or did you not see when we were going?” Nightmare breathed deeply. “I put them on a tray, but especially for myself I put one on another plate and put it where no one would take it for sure.” He pointed to the kitchen table behind where the mentioned utensil item was. “There were 99 choco-pies and one mine: generally - 100! And all of them are gone! What can you say to that, brother?”

“Oh, Nighty, I don't know. I didn't even look that way.”

“But where could they just go? So many...”

For a moment, Nightmare stopped and thought, his anger subsided. He walked over to the wall and sat down in a small armchair, putting his finger to his chin and looking up at the ceiling. Dream decided to join the pondering of this situation and sat down in a armchair nearby. But, unfortunately, not a single thought entered their skulls. Of course, how could this happen? It is simply impossible for such a large amount to disappear at once! Nightmare, desperate to find a clue to this mystery, sighed and slightly wilted: he did the wrong thing, yelling at Dream. After all, his brother isn’t guilty of anything, and he, hastening to conclusions, cursed him like that. He ought to apologize, so turned to him, about to say this, but his gaze caught on something else, and he stopped before even started.

Just in the corridor passed another skeleton, his eye sockets were hollow and faint black streaks were visible on the cheekbones below them. He greedily licked the bones of his fingers and was about to go to his room, when Nightmare ran into him. He looked at him dumbfounded, and Killer did not at all understand the meaning of the look of this weirdo.

“What's wrong... Nightmare?”

“It's you!” The skeleton with purple eyelights shouted right into his nonexistent ears.

Immediately after Nightmare, Dream ran up. He anxiously began to drag his brother, who was firmly caught on the other’s shoulders, muttering something about stepping on the same rake. The older twin calmed down a bit, and both skeletons, along with Killer, returned to their armchairs. The brothers settled down on the seats, and the last one continued to stand beside him, still not delving into what was happening. What was the problem?

“What actually happened?” Killer nevertheless asked the question that tormented him, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head to the side.

“It's just that Nightmare was furious that someone ate 100 choco-pies, among which was his, specially postponed!“ The younger twin said unceremoniously. At this explanation of the situation, Nightmare slightly frowned: the manner in which it was pronounced, he didn’t like.

“Because you obviously have something to eat... Look! How tou smiled and slobbering your fingers!”

Killer reacted calmly to such a stinging statement.

“Oh, this...” With a sly grin, he licked his still sweet finger once more. “Ccino and I were playing.”

“What?! Without me?” Nightmare almost fell from his chair and, jumping up from his seat, wanted to be indignant, but stopped and, slightly blushing, glanced nervously at Dream. He cleared his throat and continued: “Umm, I mean... Stop wandering around idle!”

“Oh! Do you know what?” The empty-eyed exclaimed immediately, as if nothing had happened, not paying attention to Night's embarrassment at all. Brothers looked at him as if they were listening intently, waiting for him to continue. “We need to check something! Let's go.”

Killer led them long and tediously along many corridors. And where to? They stopped at a dressing room, and their favorite guide, who took the fellow travelers into the wilderness*, knocked on the door. Not hearing a response from there, he happily opened it. Having walked a little inside and, at the same time looking around just in case, Killer gestured to the dummies to come in.

Once in the room, the brothers didn’t know what to expect further from the miracle without a skirt*, so they just watched his actions. And he quickly and surely rushed forward to some picture, which depicted peaches and daisies, and held out his hands to it. Oh, what a shock and surprise was on the faces of Dream and Nightmare when they saw what was behind the beautiful 'masterpiece'. And it even seemed to them that at that moment on Killer’s forehead could read: “I can look at you for eternity, and I'll never get tired of it!”.

“Shh! It's a secret.” He put his finger to his mouth conspiratorially.

“What's this?! Safe?” Immediately Nightmare shouted, but then lowered his tone, as if catching this vibe of secrets and conspiracies. "What's there?”

“I'll open it now and you will find out!” The main 'conspirator' said happily.

“Do you have a code?” Dream was surprised.

“Yep, what did you think? I put it on.“ He grunted in response, dialing the numbers on the display.

When the device sounded, notifying about the correctness of the entered sequence, Killer opened the door and turned to those present with a solemn “Ta-da!”. Not hearing a standing ovation or at least some ooh-ooh, he stalled and turned to the safe, entering into a stupor finally. Empty... There was...

“Empty!” He screamed with a tragic tone and hung on the iron monster. He would have cried, but he was stopped here with questions.

“And what was supposed to be here, smart guy?” Night asked, apparently pleased with his suffering.

“There..." ‘The Drama Queen’ sniffed and rubbed his eye socket. "There must have been my chocolates hidden away for a rainy day.”

“Hidden away, you say?” Nightmare frowned, walked closer to Killer and pulled on himself, looking terribly right into the void of his eye sockets.

“Well, well, Nighty, let the poor man go.” Lisping, his brother gently sang, touching other's shoulder. "He's a victim. The same as we do. Lost..." Dream also made an overly dramatic look. " ...His precious!”

Nightmare groaned painfully and exhaustedly and let go of the poor 'puppy'. They went back to the place where the first incident took place. On the way, Dream and Killer were laughing so hard that it seemed that they could be heard even 100 kilometers away! Simply unbearable... for Nightmare! When they got to the right place, the three detectives sat down at the table, thinking about the "Case of missing the sweet treasure". The name Killer gave. And this picture, which was drawn by an unknown creator, is called "Three knights at the table with crumbs of dead cakes". Another Killer’s joke.

They sat and sat while the wall clock ticked. But nothing came into their heads: not a single sensible thought, not a single guess. It was so upsetting. After all, the situation itself was unusual: it was very puzzling and did not allow believing in its existence. So what's the point? Do keep thinking about it? Dream has been thinking only about these questions lately. To be honest, he wasn’t so interested in it, besides, there are still so many things to do. But something held him back: the reason his brother was so obsessed with it. He wanted to figure it out. Why was Nightmare so angry? Why did he keep on raging? Why is this important to him? It's all so complicated... Dream sighed and lay down on his elbows on the table. He was drawn to sleep, but before he could even close his eyes, someone touched his shoulders.

“Dream, have you seen my chocolate juice?" The skeleton turned around and patted his eyes, met with a familiar and beloved face. Cross stood looking at him for a while, but then turned away and walked to the trash can by the wall. “Maybe it's here somewhere?”

“Cross, don't dig in the trash!" Dream blew up. "Then you need...”

“Found!" The skeleton exclaimed happily, pulling out a box from under some drink from a plastic container. He quickly got up from his knees and walked straight back to the crowd, beaming.

“Cross, you won't drink... from this?" The yellow-eyed skeleton crossed his arms in displeasure.

“Aah... There is already nothing." Cross exhaled in frustration, turning to the others. "By the way, what are you doing here?”

“For your information, garbage rat..." Killer began jokingly.

"What rat?" Indignantly, Cross banged his palm on the table in front of the insolent skeleton .

"So you agree with 'garbage’?" He didn’t calm down, to which he received an evil glance from Nightmare:

“Stop here... throw name-calling! Preventing thinking...”

“What are you thinking about?” Cross inquired again, sitting down on a chair.

“It's just that we have lost something here... that is, I'm listing: 100 choco-pies brought by Nightmare, and Killer's black stock of chocolate.” The younger twin explained to the dear one, tenderly singing every word.

“Hmm...” The two-color-eyed thought. “Do you know? Something similar happened to me.”

“In what sense?”

“Look...” He put an empty box on the table, Dream frowned at this a little, but then relaxed, deciding not to show his displeasure to the dirt. “I was busy with my own business, along the way drinking my juice. I turned away for a minute and... Wow! It has gone.”

Now a fourth has joined their team. But even with additional strength, nothing came of it, and time passed. Something, but this cannot be stopped, just like getting out of this web of problems. Outside the window could already be seen a motley orange-red sky — it’s evening. Imagine, they spent almost half a day on this! Unimaginable! And in the end came to nothing... These're the worst of all. Everyone, except Nightmare, got up and decided to go home already. Dream stopped, waiting for his brother, who continued to sit and incinerate the wooden surface with a piercing gaze of concentration.

“Find, let's go home, it's too late. Why do you need this? It has already happened and that's it...” He touched the shoulders of the elder, trying to reach his mind and induce him to quit.

“I have an idea!” Suddenly Nightmare jumped up and exclaimed, attracting everyone's attention. “Let's stay here and set a trap for the sweet tooth thief!”

Killer and Cross began to exchange glances, and then looked expectantly at Dream, who was standing behind Nightmare. Catching their glances, he sighed and with a gesture, as it were, showed that there was no choice. Brother got too carried away, that's all.

~~~

   The wind is blowing, you can hear it howling ... Someone didn’t close the window or the walls are so thin here? To tell the truth, at such a late hour the studio rooms look scary, and the strange rustle and blue moonlight creates the atmosphere of some kind of horror movie or vampire romance. And yet why did they start it? What if something bad happens? Cross didn’t understand all this, as well as why he got involved in this. But there's nothing to do, only breathing relaxes.

“But I warn you!” It seems that all the gloom of the environment didn’t attract Killer in any way, or he simply ignored the wariness of other participants in this idea. "This is the last chocolate bar that I have, so you, Nightmare, will owe me one more...”

“Yes, yes, yes...” But other's arrogance did not hurt at all. Nightmare was already busy arranging inventory for a makeshift trap, and distraction wasn’t his priority.

“And a box of chocolates sweets for moral damage!” Killer crossed his arms over his chest as if he were some kind of offended lady of high society. To this, only a long exhalation was heard, and Nightmare, rising and crossing his arms, like the other skeleton, rolled his eyes, and then said:

“Anything you order, madam.”

At such an treatment, the aforementioned 'Queen' fell into a stupor and, swaying back and forth on his feet, turned away, hiding a shame-and-shy blush. Oh, how shameless he’s! And Nightmare also gave a fire: he still has no idea how ambiguous he sometimes speaks! But this’s nothing, Killer knows what he’ll do late... But now he need to satisfy the Nightmare's desire to catch the unknown. And Nightmare had just finished and came up to tell the plan:

“Killer will put the bait there, and we'll watch in turn, okay?”

After receiving agreement in the form of nods, Nightmare headed for the exit into the corridor. When Killer asked where he was going, the skeleton waved his hand, indicating that his curious nose was not the case. Snorting at that, Killer went back to the others and joined in, taking a seat behind the barricade of armchairs.

Time passed for a long, in the emptiness of the room the ticking of the clock was heard very clearly and distinctly, even annoying. Nothing happened at all. Nothing! Killer turned to his teammates and frowned. They have already managed to doze off, nestling at each other's sides. What a bum! He sighed... After all, it’s true: the whole thing was initially meaningless. They simply cannot find the one who has committed all the atrocities. And one more strange thing... Nightmare hasn't come yet. And where has our commander gone? Wasn't that so important to him? The skeleton rose from the floor and stretched, kneading the bones of his arms.

He’s so tired, and until Nightmare returns there is no way to leave: it will somehow come out rudly. Killer glanced at the trap and covered his mouth, ready to yawn.

“Even if no one shows up, he will owe me one mo-”

Without even having time to breathe, the skeleton shuddered and slightly choked. For a moment it seemed to him that he saw someone's figure. Having brought himself to more or less calmness, Killer hastened to wake up two sleeping ‘kittens’.

“Uugh! Killer, we agreed: you are watching first, and we are watching later!” Cross grumbled displeased, trying not to raise the tone too much so as not to frighten Dream.

“But this’s important!”

“Your jokes cannot be important...”

“Cross, that's enough...” A little rubbing his right eye socket and yawning, Dream hissed. “Maybe it's really important. What is it, Killer?”

“It seems to me that I saw someone.”

“If it seems, go to the ophthalmologist.*” Cross interjected, narrowing his eyes.

“But it's true! We are alone here and no one else can be, it is unnerving. And also...” The next words the skeleton muttered so that they couldn’t be made out. “Nightmare went somewhere and didn’t return.”

“So, calm down, both.“ Dream tried to cool the guys, and then, looking around, he continued: “Let's see if our ‘uninvited guest’ took the sweet bait.”

Cross didn't want to believe it, but Killer was right along the way that there was an outsider in the building: there was no chocolate on the table. So what should they do next? After all, apparently, they have already missed the ‘criminal’. But there was another snag...

“Uh... brother still doesn’t return.” The skeleton with yellow eyes, which under the light of the moon sparkled with a golden hue, said quietly and sadly.

“By the way, I also thought about it...” Killer spread his arms and shook his head.

“Since he started all this, we'll only find out further actions from him.” Cross said, leaning on the table. “Let's go look for him...”

Agreeing with this idea, they went out into the corridor. It was a long and terrible journey. It was much darker in here than in that room. It seems that not only the wind can be heard, but also a rustle and some kind of grinding. This began to strain not only Cross, who was uncomfortable here from the very beginning, but also Dream. He pressed against the other skeleton even tighter, and, even despite the circumstances, It’s caused some warm feelings inside two-color-eyed and a faint blush on his cheeks.

The sudden clink of broken glass made the skeletons flinch and draw attention to it. They hurried to find out what was going on there, and froze, turning the corner. There was a figure standing not far from the shards of a vase lying on the floor. It seemed familiar, but... Who could it be? Squinting, Killer was the first to guess:

“Nightmare!!!” Rays of bluish light emerged from the curtains covering the window, illuminating half of the above-named skeleton. “What are you doing?”

The empty-eyed skeleton came closer and touched the other's shoulder. Nightmare flinched, dropping something from his hands, and slowly turned his head, looking into the face of his friend with an view as if he had just recently woken up. This greatly surprised the other skeleton, so he tilted his head to the side, waiting for answers, but without waiting for anything, he paid attention to the object that was lying on the floor. Killer bent down and took it in his hands. Looking closely, he was able to determine that it was... no wonder, chocolate! Not just any, but that one! Killer was sure. But he couldn’t understand what that could mean.

Dream and Cross didn't understand either. They approached with Killer, but all this time they were just silent. Everyone was so confused that they didn't even know what to say. Even Nightmare himself was shocked.

"Highty..." After a while his brother said quietly, drawing attention to himself. "So you're a lunatic? I didn't notice before...”

“I ... I ...” He darted his gaze across the dark room and fiddled with the phalanges of his fingers. “I don't even know what to say, guys..."

“So maybe you did it all?" Killer said, rising from the floor and continuing to hold the sweet bar in his hand. The violet-eyed skeleton lowered its head apologetically at his words. But it seems that this wasn’t enough for the other skeleton, so he decided to list all the crimes committed: "You personally ate all the choco-pies that you yourself brought. You ate my supply of chocolate. You drank Cross' juice. And the worst thing: you blamed everyone for this, even your own brother!”

"I'm sorry! Really." The skeleton exclaimed, ashamed and humiliated to the very bottom “I wanted to apologize to Dream, but! Lost on you. Sorry, I really don't know what came over me!”

“Don’t mind, brother.” Dream intervened, hugging him soothingly. "I’m not angry. I guess... you're just overtired. And, perhaps, from this you sleepwalk. I told you not to overexert yourself.”

And now: the solution to this mystery has come. They can already go home, but it wasn’t end! There was one thing that did not tie into all the facts at all...

“And yet, Killer, you are in something wrong " Cross held out thoughtfully, putting his finger to his chin, staring at the toes of his shoes.

"Hmm, and in what?" He grunted, putting his hands on his hips.

“Nightmare may have eaten the choco-pies and drank my juice, but he couldn't break open the safe while he was unconscious. Something doesn't add up.”

"But who cou-”

Suddenly, some rustling distracted Killer, not allowing him to finish the question. There was a grinding and a strange rumbling sound. It attracted the others: turning, they stared into the darkness that covered the half of the room. Something flashed in the depths, and disturbing sounds intensified. The skeletons stepped back, huddled together and huddled against each other. The terrible lights resembled the eyes of some creature. What could it be? It approached, forcing them to retreat in fear closer to the bend. A little more and it will be possible to find out what was hidden in the black haze. The last clinking step and...

“Meow!”

Friends screamed and rushed away. Without turning around, they walked away from danger in disgrace. Was there any danger in that? It's just a cute little kitty. Maybe such a dark atmosphere allowed their fantasy to play out? No one can know for sure. And is this really the end?

“Hey, guys? What were you doing here?” The skeleton in a beige sweater, smiling sweetly under the moonlight, lifted a white cat.

This, of course, was an unexpected turn. But shouldn't we be asking this question, Ccino? After all, they never find out about it. Just as they do not know what scared them that night. This also applies to... So who ate Killer's chocolate? True, there were many questions in this story. And you might think you've knew the answers to all of them, but no. This is an erroneous assumption.

This is something to which there is no answer. Since all these riddles must remain unsolved. And only you yourself will understand what is true and what is false. You decide how you answer.

*  — In those places marked with this sign, there should have been Russian jokes... but you won't understand them(nobody can), so this may seem like very strange sentences.

Credits: Dream and Nightmare by jokublog Cross!Sans by jakei95 Killer!Sans by rahafwabas Ccino!Sans by black-nyanko

BOOOOM, explosion of my brain.

Hmm... That's all, and I forgot what I wanted to say at the end.

So... now I go.

Так, так, тут есть предупреждения: большой текст, слабым на много буковок и мало картинок не смотреть, тут есть ООС(потому что по-другому я не могу), адское безумие, анархия воображения, вам может показаться, что происходящее здесь это полный бред, хотя да, так и есть, тут должно быть смешно.

“Таинственный чокопай”(фанфик)

   Сегодня такой чудесный день: ясное голубое небо с сияющем вышине ярким солнцем. Сейчас где-то час дня. А работа на студии кипит. Несмотря на суету, витающую по всему павильону, ощущается какое-то спокойствие и умиротворение. Это эдакая гармония, которую ничто не может нарушить, разве что...

Внезапный гро��от и шум. Крики, доносящиеся из комнаты, были настолько громкими, что их было слышно на улице. Даже маленькой птичке, мирно спящей на ветке, пришлось резко проснуться и также поспешно покинуть насиженное место, спросонья еле хлопая крыльями. Что же происходит? Кого-то убивают... или придают домашнему насилию?! Если бы кто-то проходил мимо, то от услышанного у него бы душа в пятки ушла и не посмела бы оттуда вылазить до того, как её хозяин доберется до дома, мало ли, что можно понапридумывать.

Как говорится: нет дыма без огня. Так кто же устроил пожар? Это легко выяснить, пронаблюдав происходящие через окно третьего этажа.

Скелет с фиолетовыми огнями в глазницах говорил на повышенных тонах с таким же скелетом, как и он, только того зрачки были золотистого цвета. Видимо первый за что-то ругал второго:

— Дрим, где чокопаи?! — не унимаясь задавать один и тот же вопрос, Найтмер яростно тыкал пальцем в серебряный поднос, на котором ещё виднелись крошки от недавно лежащих там вкусняшек.

— Н-найтмер, я ничего не трогал — все продолжая защищаться одним и тем же ответом, Дрим выставил ладони перед собой.

— Не ври!!! Когда я пришел ты здесь шарился в шкафчиках, а на столе уже стоял пустой поднос. Как ты мне это объяснишь?

— Во-первых, я пришел, и все было таким — светлоглазый скелет пытался унять неожиданный пыл своего брата. — Во-вторых, о чем ты говоришь? И... почему тебя это так разозлило?

— Агх, я принес всем вкусняшки... Или ты не видел, когда мы собирались? — глубоко выдохнул Найтмер. — Поставил все на поднос, но специально для себя отложил один на другую тарелку и поставил там, где точно не возьмут. — он указал на кухонный стол позади, где находился выше указанный элемент посуды. — Было 99 чокопаев и один мой: в итоге — 100! И всех их нет! Что ты можешь на это сказать, брат?

— Ох, Найти, не знаю. Я даже не смотрел в ту сторону.

— Но куда же они могли просто так деться? Столько...

На мгновение Найтмер остановился и задумалась, его злость стихла. Он отошел к стене и сел в небольшое кресло, приложив палец к подбородку и подняв взор к потолку. Дрим решил присоединится к обдумыванию этой ситуации и присел в кресло, находящееся рядом. Но, к сожалению, ни единая мысль не приходила в их черепушки. Конечно же, как такое могло произойти? Просто невозможно, чтобы такое большое количество в раз и исчезло! Найтмер от отчаяния найти разгадку на эту тайну вздохнул и слегка поник: неправильно он поступил, накричав на Дрима. Ведь его брат в ничем не виноват, а он, поспешив с выводами, обругал его так. Нужно бы извинится. Он повернулся к нему, собираясь сказать это, но зацепился взглядом за кое-что другое и остановился, даже не начав.

Как раз в коридоре проходил другой скелет, его глазницы были полыми и еле заметные черные потеки виднелись на скулах под ними. Он жадно облизывал кости пальцев и собирался идти в свою комнату, как на него налетел Найтмер. Тот ошалело смотрел на него, и Киллер совсем не понимал значения взгляда этого чудика.

— Что такое... Найтмер?

— Это ты! — закричал ему прямо в несуществующие уши скелет с фиолетовыми глазами.

Сразу же после Найтмера подбежал и Дрим. Он обеспокоенно начал оттаскивать крепко зацепившегося за чужие плечи брата, бурча что-то про наступление на одни и те же грабли. Старший близнец все же немного успокоился, и оба скелета вместе с Киллером вернулись к креслам. Братья разместились на сидениях, а последний продолжил стоять рядом, все ещё не вникая в происходящее. В чем же была проблема?

— А что в общем-то случилось? — все-таки задал терзающий его вопрос Киллер, скрестив руки на груди и наклонив голову на бок.

— Да просто Найтмер взбесился от того, что кто-то съел 100 чокопаев, среди которых был и его, специально отложенный! — не церемонясь, заявил младший близнец. На такое объяснение ситуации Найтмер слегка нахмурился: манера, с которой оно было произнесено, ему не понравилась.

— Да потому что ты явно чем-то полакомился... Вон! Как улыбался и пальцы свои слюнявил!

Киллер спокойно отреагировал на такое язвительное высказывание.

— Ах, это... — он с хитрой ухмылкой ещё раз лизнул все ещё сладкий палец. — Мы с Чино игрались.

— Что?! Без меня? — Найтмер чуть не грохнулся с кресла и, подскочив с места, хотел было возмутится, но осекся и, слегка покраснев, нервно глянул на Дрима. Прокашлявшись, продолжил: — То есть... Прекрати без делу шататься!

— Ох! А знаете что? — тут же как в ничем не бывало воскликнул пустоглазый, совсем не обратив внимание на смущение Найта. Братья посмотрели на него, как будто внимательно слушают, ожидая, когда тот продолжит. — Нам нужно кое-что проверить! Идемте.

Вел их Киллер долго и нудно по множеству коридоров. И куда же? Они остановились у одной гримерки, и их любимый проводник, который завел попутчиков в дебри не пойми куда, постучался в дверь. Не услышав оттуда отклика, он радостно открыл её. Пройдя чуть вовнутрь и, попутно оглядываясь на всякий случай, Киллер жестом пригласил болванчиков на ножка войти.

Оказавшись в комнате, братья не знали, чего ожидать дальше от чуда без юбки, поэтому просто наблюдали за его действиями. А тот быстро и верно ринулся вперед к какой-то картине, на которой были изображены персики и маргаритки, и протянул к ней руки. Ох, какой же шок и удивление было на лицах Дрима и Найтмера, когда они увидели, что находилось за прекрасным “шедевром”. И им даже показалось, что у Киллера в тот момент на лбу можно было прочесть: “Я могу вечность смотреть на вас, и это мне никогда не надоест!”.

— Тсс! Это ��екрет — заговорщицки прислонил палец ко рту тот.

— Это что?! Сейф? — сразу же крикнул Найтмер, но потом снизил тон, как бы поймав этот вайб секретов и заговоров. — Что там?

— Сейчас открою, и узнаете! — радостно вымолвил главный “заговорщик”.

— У тебя есть код? — удивился Дрим.

— Ага, а как же ты думал? Я ведь его поставил — хмыкнул тот в ответ, набирая цифры на дисплее.

Когда прибор пиликнул, уведомляя о верности введенной последовательности, Киллер отворил дверцу и повернулся к присутствующим с торжественным “Та-да!”. Не услышав оваций или хотя бы каких-то охов-ахов, он застопорился и повернулся к сейфу, войдя в ступор вот окончательно. Пусто... Там было...

— Пусто! — он закричал с трагическим тоном и повис на железном чудовище. Ещё бы чуть-чуть и заплакал, но его тут остановили с расспросами.

— И что же здесь должно было быть, умник? — спросил Найт, видимо, довольный его страданиями.

— Там... — "Королева драмы” шмыгнул носом и потер глазницу. — Должны были быть мои припрятанные на черный день шоколадки.

— Припрятанные, говоришь? — Найтмер нахмурился, подошел ближе к Киллеру и потянул на себя, страшно заглядывая прямо в пустоту глазниц того.

— Ну-ну, Найти, отпусти беднягу — сюсюкаясь, ласково пропел его брат, коснувшись чужого плеча. — Он ведь пострадавший. Так же, как и мы. Потерял... — Дрим тоже сделал чересчур драматический вид. — ...Свою прелесть!

Найтмер страдательно и измученно простонал и отпустил бедного “щеночка”. Они пошли обратно: к месту, где произошло первое происшествие. По пути Дрим и Киллер так ржали, что казалось — их можно было услышать и за 100 километров! Просто невыносимо... для Найтмера! Добравшись до нужного места, трое детективов уселись за столом, задумавшись о “Деле пропажи сладкого сокровища”. Название, которое дал Киллер. А эта картина, которая нарисована неизвестным творцом, называется “Трое рыцарей за столом с крошками убитых пироженок”. Ещё одна Киллеровская шутка. 

Сидели они и сидели, пока настенные часы тикали. Но так ничего в их головы не приходило: ни одна дельная мысль, ни одно предположение. Это так огорчало. Ведь сама ситуация была необычна: сильно озадачивала и не позволяла верить в её существование. Так какой в этом толк? Продолжать размышлять над этим? Дрим вот все последнее время думал лишь над этими вопросами. Ему, если честно, это было неинтересно, так, к тому же, ещё так много дел. Но кое-что все-таки держало его: причина такой одержимости брата за это. Он хотел в этом разобраться. Почему Найтмер так вспылил? Почему продолжал бесится? Почему это важно для него? Это все так сложно... Дрим вздохнул и прилег на локти, расположившись на столе. В сон потянуло, но не успел он прикрыть даже глаза, как кто-то коснулся плеч.

— Дрим, ты не видел мой шоколадный сок? — скелет обернулся и похлопав глазками, встретился с знакомым и любимым лицом. Кросс некоторое время стоял и смотрел на него, но потом отвернулся и пошел к мусорке у стены. — Может быть он где-то здесь?

— Кросс, не ройся в мусоре! �� подорвался с места Дрим. — Руки потом...

— Нашел! — воскликнул радостно скелет, вытаскивая из пластикового контейнера коробочку из-под какого-то напитка. Он шустро встал с колен и прямо сияя подошел обратно к сборищу.

— Кросс, ты же не будешь пить... из этого? — недовольно скрестил руки на груди желтоглазый скелет.

— Аах... Там уже ничего нет — расстроенно выдохнул Кросс, обернувшись к остальным. — А, кстати, что вы тут делаете?

— К твоему сведению, помойная крыса... — шутливо начал Киллер.

— Какая крыса? — возмущенно стукнул ладонью о стол перед наглым скелетом Кросс.

— Так значит с “помойная” ты согласен? — не унимался тот, на что получил злой взгляд со стороны Найтмера:

— Кончайте тут... обзывательствами бросаться! Мешаете думать...

— А о чем вы думаете? — поинтересовался снова Кросс, садясь на стул.

— Просто тут у нас кое-что пропало... а то есть, перечисляю: 100 чокопаев, которые принес Найтмер, и черный запас шоколада Киллера — объяснил милому младший близнец, ласково пропев каждое слово. 

— Хм... — задумался разноглазый. — А знаете? У меня произошло кое-что похожее.

— В каком смысле?

— Смотрите... — он поставил на стол пустую коробочку, на это Дрим немножко нахмурился, но потом расслабился, решив не показывать свое недовольство на грязь. — Я был занят своими делами, попутно употребляя мой сок. На минуту отвернулся и... хоба! Он пропал.

Теперь к их команде присоединился четвертый. Но даже с дополнительной силой ничего не выходило, а время шло. Что-что, а это остановить нельзя, как и выбраться из этой паутины проблемы. За окном виднелось уже пестрое оранжево-красное небо — вечереет. Представите себе, они потратили почти пол дня на это! Невообразимо! Так ещё пришли к ничему... Это худшие из всего. Все, кроме Найтмера, встали и решили пойти уже по домам. Дрим остановился, ожидая брата, который продолжал сидеть и испепелять деревянную поверхность пронзительным взглядом сосредоточенности.

— Найти, пошли домой, уже поздно. Ну чего тебе это? Оно уже произошло и все... — он коснулся плеч старшего, пытаясь достучаться до него и побудить бросить это.

— Есть идея! — Неожиданно Найтмер подскочил и воскликнул, привлекая к себе внимание всех. — Останемся здесь и устроим ловушку на воришку-сладкоежку!

Киллер и Кросс начали переглядываться, а потом ожидающе посмотрели на Дрима, стоящего позади Найтмера. Поймав их взгляды, тот вздохнул и жестом как бы показал, что выбора нет. Братик слишком увлекся, вот и все.

~~~

   Ветер дует, слышно его завывание... Кто-то не закрыл окно или стены здесь такие тонкие? По правде говоря, в такое позднее время помещения в студии выглядят страшновато, а странный шорох и лунный синий свет создает атмосферу какого-то фильма ужасов или вампирской романтики. И все-таки зачем они это затеяли? А вдруг что-то плохое случится? Кросс не понимал всего этого, как и то, зачем он в это ввязался. Но делать нечего, лишь вдохи расслабляют.

— Но я предупреждаю! — кажется вся мрачность окружения никак не привлекала Киллера, или же он просто игнорировал настороженность других участников их задумки. — Это последняя шоколадка, что у меня есть, поэтому ты, Найтмер, должен будешь мне ещё одну...

— Да, да, да... — но чужая наглость совсем не задевала. Найтмер и так был занят, расставляя инвентарь для самодельной ловушки, а отвлекаться было не в его приоритетах.

— И коробку конфет за моральный ущерб! — скрестил руки на груди Киллер так, как будто он какая-то обиженная дама высшего общества. На это послышался лишь длинный выдох, а Найтмер, поднявшись и скрестив руки так же, как и другой скелет, закатил глаза, а потом вымолвил:

— Все, что прикажите, госпожа.

На такое обращение выше названная “Королева” встал в ступор и, покачавшись на ступнях взад вперед, отвернулся, скрывая стыдо-срамский румянец. Ох, какой же он бесстыжий! И Найтмер тоже дал жару: все ещё не догадывается насколько он иногда двусмысленно говорит! Но ничего, Киллер знает, что он сделает потом... А сейчас нужно утолить желание Кошмарчика по поимки неизвестного. Тот как раз уже закончил и подошел рассказывать план:

— Киллер положит туда приманку, а мы по очереди будем дежурить, поняли?

Получив согласие в виде кивков, Найтмер направился к выходу в коридор. На вопрос Киллера, куда тот идет, скелет махнул рукой, показывая, что не его любопыт��ого носа дела. Фыркнув на это, Киллер вернулся к остальным и присоединился, присаживаясь за баррикадой из кресел.

Время шло долго, в пустоте комнаты тиканье часов раздавалось очень ярко и отчетливо, даже раздражало. Ничего совсем не происходило. Ничегошеньки! Киллер повернулся к своим напарникам и нахмурился. Те уже успели задремать, примостившись друг у друга под боками. Что за бездельники! Он вздохнул... Ведь верно: все это дело изначально было бессмысленным. Они просто не могут найти того, кто совершил все злодеяния. И ещё одна странная вещь... Найтмер так и не пришел. И куда же наш командир подевался? Разве это не было для него таким важным? Скелет поднялся с пола и потянулся, разминая кости рук.

Он так устал, а пока не вернется Найтмер уйти нет возможности: некрасиво как-то выйдет. Киллер глянул на ловушку и прикрыл рот, готовый зевнуть.

— Даже если никто не заявится, он будет должен мне ещё од...

Не успев даже вдохнуть, скелет вздрогнул и слегка поперхнулся. На мгновение ему показалось, что он видел чью-ту фигуру. Приведя себя в более-менее спокойствие, Киллер поспешил разбудить двух спящих “котят”.

— Аагх! Киллер, договорились же: ты дежуришь первым, а мы — потом! — недовольно ворчал Кросс, стараясь не слишком повышать тон, чтобы не напугать Дрима.

— Но это важно!

— Твои шутки не могут быть важными...

— Кросс, хватит... — чуть потирая правую глазницу и зевая, просипел Дрим. — Может это действительно важно. Что такое, Киллер?

— Мне кажется, что я кого-то видел.

— Если кажется, иди к окулисту — встрял Кросс, прищурившись.

— Но это правда! Мы здесь одни и никто больше не может быть, это нервирует. А ещё... — следующие слова скелет так пробубнил, что их невозможно было разобрать. — Найтмер куда-то ушел и так и не вернулся.

— Так, успокойтесь оба — попытался охладить ребят Дрим, а потом, расценочно осмотревшись, продолжил: — Давайте посмотрим, взял ли наш “незваный гость” сладкую наживку.

Кросс не хотел в это верить, но по ходу Киллер был прав, что в здании находится посторонний: шоколадки на столике не было. Ну и что же им делать дальше? Ведь, по всей видимости, они уже упустили “преступника”. Но была ещё одна загвоздка...

— Чего то братик все ещё не возвращается — тихо и печально проговорил скелет с желтыми глазами, которые под светом луны сверкнули золотистым оттенком.

— Я, кстати, тоже об этом думал... — развел руки и покачал головой Киллер.

— Так как он все это затеял, то будем выяснять дальнейшие действия лишь у него — изрек Кросс, облокотившись о стол. — Пойдемте его искать...

Согласившись с этой идеей, они вышли в коридор. Это был долгий и страшный путь. Здесь было намного темнее, чем в той комнате. Кажется слышен не только ветер, но и шорох и какой-то скрежет. Это начало напрягать не только Кросса, которому с самого начало было дискомфортно находится здесь, но и Дрима. Тот прижимался к другому скелету ещё крепче, и, даже не смотря на обстоятельства, у разноглазого это вызывало некие теплые ощущения внутри и слабый румянец на щеках.

Внезапный звон разбитого стекла заставил скелетов вздрогнуть и обратить на себя внимание. Они поспешили выяснить, что там происходит, и застыли, завернув за угол. Там была фигура, стоящая неподалеку от лежащих на полу осколков вазы. Она казалось знакомой, но... Кто же это может быть? Прищурившись, Киллер первым догадался:

— Найтмер!!! — из закрывающие окно шторы проклюнулись лучики голубоватого света, озаряющего половину вышеназванного скелета. — Что ты делаешь?

Пустоглазый скелет подошел ближе и коснулся чужого плеча. Найтмер вздрогнул, роняя что-то из рук, и медленно повернул голову, взглянув в лицо друга с таким видом, как будто только недавно проснулся. Это очень сильно удивило другого скелета, поэтому он наклонил голову в бок, ожидая ответов, но, так и не дождавшись ничего, обратил внимание на предмет, который лежал на полу. Киллер наклонился и взял это в руки. Присмотревшись, он смог определить, что это... как неудивител��но, шоколадка! И не просто какая-нибудь, а та самая! Киллер был уверен. Но он никак не мог понять, что это может значить.

Дрим и Кросс тоже ничего не понимали. Они подошли вместе с Киллером, но все это время только молчали. Все находились в таком замешательстве, что даже не знали, что и сказать. Даже сам Найтмер был в шоке.

— Найти... — через некоторое время тихо вымолвил его брат, привлекая к себе внимание. — Так ты лунатик? Я раньше не замечал...

— Я... Я... — он метался взглядом по темному помещению и теребил фаланги пальцев. — Даже не знаю, что и сказать, ребята...

— Так может это ты все сделал? — подал голос Киллер, поднимаясь с пола и продолжая держать плитку сладости в руке. На его слова фиолетовоглазый скелет виновато опустил голову. Но, кажется, другому скелету этого было недостаточно, поэтому он решил перечислить все совершенные преступления: - Ты собственнолично съел все чокопаи, которые сам же и принес. Ты съел мой запас шоколада. Ты выпил сок Кросса. И самое страшное: ты обвинил в этом всех, даже собственного брата!

— Мне жаль! Действительно — воскликнул пристыженный и униженный до самого дна скелет. — Я хотел извинится перед Дримом, но! Сбился на тебя. Простите, я действительно не знаю, что на меня нашло!

— Ничего, братик — вмешался Дрим, успокаивающе обнимая того. — Я не злюсь. Наверное... ты просто переутомился. И, возможно, от этого ты и лунатишь. Я же говорил: не перенапрягайся.

И вот: разгадка этой тайны пришла. Можно уже идти домой, но не тут то было! Была одна вещь, которая совсем не связывалась со всеми фактами...

— А все же, Киллер, ты в кое-чем не прав — задумчиво протянул Кросс, приложив палец к подбородку, пялился на носки своей обуви.

— Хм, и в чем же? — хмыкнул тот, упершись руками в бока.

— Может Найтмер и съел чокопаи и выпил мой сок, но он никак не мог взломать сейф, будучи в бессознательном состоянии. Что-то не складывается.

— Но кто же мо...

Неожиданно какое-то шуршание отвлекло Киллера, не дав закончить вопрос. Послышался скрежет и странный урчащий звук. Это привлекло всех остальных: повернувшись, они уставились в темноту, покрывающую другую половину комнаты. Что-то сверкнуло в глубине, а настораживающие звуки усилились. Скелеты шагнули назад, скопившись в одну кучу и прижавшись к друг другу. Страшные огоньки напоминали глаза какого-то существа. Что же это может быть? Оно приближалось, заставляя их в страхе отступать ближе к повороту. Ещё чуть-чуть и можно будет узнать, что скрывалось в черной мгле. Последний клацающий шаг и...

— Мяу!

Компания завопила и помчалась прочь. Не оборачиваясь, они с позором ушли от опасности. А разве в этом была опасность? Это просто милый маленький котеночек. Может быть такая мрачная атмосфера позволила их фантазии разыграться? Никто не может знать наверняка. И неужели это и вправду конец?

— Эй, ребята? А что вы тут делали? — скелет в бежевом свитере, мило улыбаясь под лунным светом, поднимал белую кошку.

Это, конечно, был неожиданный поворот. Но разве это не мы должны задавать этот вопрос, Чино? Ведь они так и не узнают об этом. Так же, как и не узнают, что же их напугало в ту ночь. Это касается и того... Так кто же съел шоколад Киллера? Правда, в этой истории было много вопросов. И вы можете подумать, что узнали ответы на всех них, но нет. Это ошибочное предположение.

Это то, на что ответа нет. Так как эти все загадки должны оставаться неразгаданными. И только вы сами поймете, что истина, а что - ложь. Вы сами решаете, как ответить.

Продолжение следует...

[trashyswitch]

Am I Annoying?

Virgil begins to worry that he's asking for tickles too often. In an attempt to lessen his temptations, Virgil hides away in his bedroom. But Patton and the other sides are missing having him around. So, Patton finally checks up on him to find out the reason for Virgil's sudden hiding plan.

This was suggested by an anonymous user on my Tumblr page. Thank you for the prompt, and I hope you enjoy the fanfic!

Virgil has always worried about many things. If the thing was bad and had to do with him, then he worried about it. Some things were worth getting worried about, while other things were just unnecessary. An example of something that would be worth worrying about is: ‘Did I forget to buy someone a gift for christmas?’ and ‘did I forget to turn the stove on?’. Things that are unnecessary to worry about is: ‘Is this person still mad at me despite them saying they forgive me?’ and ‘Does this person truly love me as much as they claim?’. Though these things seem understandable to worry about, they actually aren’t necessary for survival or your life whatsoever. So, you can cross that off your list. But one thing that has been going through his mind, is if Virgil is annoying the people around him with one single question: ‘Can you tickle me please?’

That thought has been bringing him down since he admitted he likes being tickled. He fears he’s been asking too much to be tickled, and he fears he may be annoying them as a result. How does he know? Well, that’s easy: he senses it. He senses they’re agitated. He senses the fear in their head as Virgil walks up to them. He just knows they’ve grown to despise the question. “Can I be tickled?” “I’m in the mood.” “Are you busy? If not, can you tickle me please?” It’s become too much for them to handle. Virgil knows it. He knows it all too well. And now...Virgil feels bad about it.

So what a better way to lessen the question, than to hide away more often? If he wasn’t around the sides nearly as much, he wouldn’t be tempted into asking. And if the sides were left without anxiety there, the sides wouldn’t have to worry about the dreaded question coming up. So Virgil’s been hiding himself away in the dark void that is his room. He’s been finding other ways to make up for his cravings, and has found ways to survive his lee moods without people. Sure, it’s not nearly as perfect a remedy as being actually tickled, but...it’s better than being bombarded with the same general question over and over again.

Virgil was sitting in his room, drinking hot chocolate and snacking on popcorn while he watched christmas movies. He was bored and tired. Also touch-starved. And in need of love. But Virgil ignored his cravings and continued to try and watch the movie.

Soon though, a few knocks filled the room. “Virgil?” the familiar voice called. Uh oh...It was Patton. Patton probably senses he’s been hiding from them! Virgil gasped in slight fear, and hid himself under the covers with his phone. “I brought you food. You haven’t been coming out.” Patton told him. Virgil winced at that. He DOES know. Well...that’s Patton for ya: always checking up on his family members. “Can I come in?” Patton asked.

Virgil whined quietly and rested his head on his pillow. It was getting hard to breath under the comforter, but he wasn’t prepared to face Patton or the other sides yet. He was scared of what they would think of him just...shutting them out for personal reasons. The truth was, what he did to them wasn’t fair. But...Do they really miss him that much?

Soon, the door opened. “I’m gonna place the food down here, then leave you alone. Something tells me you need alone time.” Patton told him.

Virgil frowned. Who told him he needed alone time? Was Patton just assuming that? If so, then that is a really bad assumption to make.

He didn’t hear his door close. So, Virgil continued to hide under the covers till he heard some sort of noise that indicated he was alone.

“Virgil?” Patton called, his voice getting closer. Virgil opened his eyes and bit his lip. He heard Patton pick up a piece of plastic. “Have you been solely surviving on popcorn and juice boxes?” he asked.

Virgil silently sighed. Great. Patton’s gonna start on his rant about how ‘unhealthy’ it is and how he should at least be making noodles or getting food from the kitchen.

“Virgil...Please come out.” Patton begged, patting the being that hid under the pile of blanket.

“Why?” Virgil asked.

“I’m worried about you. We’re all worried about you. You’ve been hiding in here for a week.” Patton told him.

Virgil thought about it. Yup, he has been hiding for a week. And boy, did it feel like one. The days became so much slower when he was all alone and not hanging out with the other sides. “I know.” Virgil finally replied.

“Why? Did we do something wrong? Did I do something wrong? Please tell me.” Patton begged.

Virgil blinked in surprise. Wait...Are they blaming themselves for him not coming out? Why would they be blaming themselves? They did nothing wrong.

“It’s not you. It’s me.” Virgil told him.

Virgil waited for something to happen. What was Patton gonna do? Was Patton gonna take the covers off him? Was Patton gonna poke him? Was Patton gonna surround him with all his special stuffies?

Well...the last one isn’t that bad, actually.

Virgil’s thoughts quickly halted when a bunch of weight softly came down on the bed. Virgil felt the mass with his feet, and quickly realized he was touching Patton’s hip. What’s he doing?

“Is this about the tickling thing?” Patton asked.

Virgil’s fear morphed into guilt almost immediately. Damn...he knows. “...Yeah.” Virgil admitted.

Virgil moved the comforter off his face very slowly and looked at the man. Patton was smiling humbly at him. “Are you still embarrassed about liking it?” Patton asked.

Virgil shook his head. “I worry...I’m asking too much.” Virgil admitted.

Patton widened his eyes and quickly scooted himself closer. “Virgil, we are not bothered by how often you ask us for tickles. We would much rather you ask us 5 times everyday, than have you hide in your room and not ask at all.” Patton admitted.

Virgil’s fear lessened a slight bit. “Are you sure?” He asked.

Patton moved his bangs out of the way. “Of course. I’m positive.” Patton replied.

Virgil smiled a little and looked at his hand. “Thank you Patton.”

“No problem! Are you up for some tickles now?” Patton asked.

Virgil looked at him and practically tackled him down. “YES PLEEEAAASE! I have been touch-starved for way too long. I am just aching fo-hohohohor- Yahahahahay!” Virgil practically melted off of Patton and flopped onto the ground happily. Patton skittered his fingers as quickly and effectively as he could on Virgil’s sides, ribs, and armpits. “Whyhyhyhy ahahare yohohohou gohohoihihihing soho fahahahast? Ihihi dihihidn’t ehehehexpehehect thihihis!” Virgil admitted.

Patton giggled and continued his tickling. “Because I think you deserve lots of tickles! I wanted to make up for the long break we’ve all had from tickling you!” Patton replied eagerly.

“Ohohohoho! Wehehehell, ahahahalrihihight.” Virgil giggled as he squirmed about under him. Patton moved his hands to Virgil’s sides, and started clawing and squeezing them. Virgil threw his head back with a surprised shriek! “OHOHOHOHO GEHEHEHEEZ! HAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHE!” Virgil bursted out laughing.

“Ticka-ticka-ticka-ticka-ticka-ticka-tickle! A ticka-ticka-ticka-ticka-ticka-ticka-tickle!” Patton teased with a huge smile on his face.

“HOHOHOW AHAHARE YOHOHOHOU SOHO GOHOHOHOOD AHAHAT THIHIHIHIS?!” Virgil asked, already overcome with giddiness.

“I guess it’s just in my nature. Being a father means you are automatically an amazing tickle monster.” Patton replied.

“NOHOHOHOW YOHOHOU’RE BOHOHOASTIHIHING.” Virgil reacted.

“Yeeeaaah, maybe a little.” Patton replied with a smirk. “Uh oh! I feel a sneeze coming! Uh oh! Aah, aah! AAAAAH-” Patton dipped his head down into Virgil’s belly and blew a BIG raspberry onto his belly.

Virgil threw his head back and practically HOWLED with laughter! “WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Oh! Goodness me!” Patton fake sniffed. “Pardon me! That was a strong one.” Patton joked.

“THAHAHAHAT WAHAHAS A FUHUHUCKING SNEEHEHEHEHEZE?!” Virgil joked as well, making a reference to the TikTok audio.

Patton laughed at that. “That was a fucking SNEEZE?!” Patton reacted, imitating the original audio voice as best as he could before laughing himself silly.

“Dihihid yohou mehean to reference that?” Virgil asked.

“No! I never meant to reference that at all! I was simply trying out a new teasing method.” Patton replied.

“Ooooh. Well, it certainly worked.” Virgil added.

“Really?!” Patton reacted, clapping his hands excitedly.

“Yup!” Virgil replied.

Patton tilted his head to the side. “Can I be honest?”

Virgil chuckled. “Of course you can. What’s up?”

Patton smiled. “I’m in the mood to press your buttons.” Patton admitted.

Virgil blinked in surprise. “I...What-” was all Virgil could say. Press his buttons? Like, annoy him while tickling him?

“Specifically, a certain giggle button of yours~” Patton teased, wiggling his index finger and lowering it down to his belly button.

“Ohoho! That’s what you meant. You were making a subtle tehehease!” Virgil quickly lost track of how close the finger was, and guffawed in surprise when Patton’s finger touched down a lot sooner than he expected.

“Uh oh! Looks like a certain wiggle worm is looking for a hooome~! I wonder...Can your belly button become its brand new cave for the winter?” Patton teased.

Virgil continued to laugh and squirm around wildly. “WHAHAHAHAT?! IHIHIHI’M TOHOHOHOO TIHIHICKLIHIHIHISH FOHOHOR THAHAHAHAT!” Virgil replied.

Patton made a fake frown. “But the poor worm has come across so many belly buttons today! And they’ve all been too ticklish to handle it! Will the poor worm ever find a home to hibernate in?” Patton asked.

“FIHIHIHIND OHOHOUT NEHEHEXT TIHIHIHIME OHON DRAHAHAGOHOHON BAHAHALL ZEEHEHEHE!” Virgil suddenly declared.

Patton gasped in fake horror. “NOT find out next time! We must find out now!” Patton reacted. “If your ticklish widdle belly button won’t work, maybe your armpits will?” Patton asked.

Virgil shrieked in horror! “NOHOHO! NAHAHAT THE ARMPIHIHIHITS!” Virgil begged, pushing against his chest.

“Oh YES the armpits! There’s nowhere else that’s quite as hidden than the belly button, or the armpits!” Patton declared.

Patton’s finger started inching its way to Virgil’s left armpit to burrow itself in there. Virgil was pushing Patton and laughing out the words “NO!” over and over again. But Patton giggled at his attempts because his pushing was just exposing his armpits more and more.

Patton finally touched down and burrowed his finger into the exposed armpit. “AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NONONONOHOHOHO NAHAHAT MYHYHY AHAHARMPIHIHIHIHIT! PLEHEHEHEHEHEAHAHASE!” Virgil shrieked and laughed hysterically!

“Oh my goodness! This little home is veeeerry comfy, but also super bumpy. Maybe the right armpit might be better?” Patton removed his finger from his left pit and inched his wormy finger over his shoulder blades to the right pit.

“PAHAHAHAT! DOHOHOHON’T! IHIHIHI’M BEHEHEGGIHIHIHING YOHOHOU!” Virgil squawked and cackled.

Patton paused his tickling and smirked. Virgil’s laughter quickly turned into giggles as his body started recovering from the tickle attack. But once his brain fog sobered up, Virgil looked at Patton with the most heart wrenching disappointed expression on his face. The facial expression alone, could break a dozen hearts.

“You don’t really want me to skip out on the right armpit, do you?” Patton asked.

Virgil looked down, giving him the guilty eyes. But his lips read a more playful, embarrassed kind of reaction. “N...No.” Virgil finally replied.

“Iiiii KNEW IT! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it! “You like armpit tickles too!” Patton added.

“Wahahanna know something else?” Virgil asked. Patton quickly nodded and leaned forward to hear it. “My belly button is my favorite spot to be tickled.” Virgil admitted.

Patton gasped and practically EXPLODED with excitement! It didn’t take long for Patton to hold his arms up and tickle his belly button for him. “Coochy coochy coochy coochy coo! Such a cute little giggle button!” Patton teased more and more. “It’s been so long since I’ve booped such a ticklish little button! Boop! Boop boop boop!” Patton continued to tease.

Virgil could not stop squirming around and struggling to protect his ticklish belly button. “HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHES SOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAHAD!” Virgil told him.

“It tickles really bad, huh?” Patton let out an amused giggle. “Do you want me to slow down for ya?” Patton asked. Virgil shook his head in response, showing Patton that it was just a statement, and not a plea for change. “Okaaaaayy! But if you ever change your mind, you can always tell me to move spots.” Patton let him know casually.

Virgil continued to enjoy the belly button tickles for a little while. Even though it wasn’t the giggly kinda tickles, it was just the right amount that made Virgil all giddy and delirious. He missed this so much. It was almost agony trying to get through the week without proper tickles. And Patton was so understanding, patient, and playful all at once!

Virgil learned on that evening how patient every side really is with him. He had been worried he was annoying them by asking when in reality, it was only Virgil who was experiencing the doubt about his family. The only person who has showed any signs of annoyance was Roman. And that could easily be explained as Roman being his cocky self.

And how does a cocky attitude get cured?

Why, with tickles of course! Never forget the teases, and don’t be shy with the raspberries! And of course, all ticklish lees shall be calmed with some cuddles, blankets and hot cocoa.