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the-delta-42 · 4 years ago

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Jack & Miko

Jack and Miko

“A new bot!” Gasped Miko, rushing over to them. The Burns had gathered around Cody, as Arcee and the other Autobots stopped short of the group, “Who’re you?”

“Prowl.” Said the Bot, shortly. He looked like Smokescreen, except his optics were covered by a visor that looked like a pair of sunglasses and his chevrons resembled Ratchets and he looked like the type of police officer that was an asshole for no other reason than to be an asshole.

Wheeljack groaned and slumped, he and Prowl did not get along.

“I am correct in understanding that Optimus is communicating with Autobots in the field?” Asked Prowl, looking around the group.

“Er, yes, sir?” Responded Heatwave, not sure how to respond to Prowl.

“I’ll save my report until he has finished,” Stated Prowl, “I’d rather not repeat myself.”

The atmosphere was tense, while they all waited for Optimus. Optimus exited the Communications Centre to be greeted by the Autobots, Rescue Bots and Prowl.

“Sir!” Saluted Prowl, snapping to attention.

“At ease Prowl.” Said Optimus, looking at the tactician.

“Sir, I regret to inform you that the Decepticon known as Roadkill was able to escape capture.” Reported Prowl, “I have been following his trail for the past four Earth Stellar cycles, before I tracked him to this Island, where he escaped through a space bridge portal.”

Optimus sighed and closed his optics, “Chief Burns, I take it that Agent Fowler alerted you to the course of action that would be taken if the Decepticon would escape.”

“He did.” Confirmed the Chief, his tone flat.

“Wait, course of action? What course of action?” Asked Kade, looking between his father and Optimus.

“As long a Cody remains here, his life is at risk,” Said Optimus, looking down at Kade, “as well as yours.”

“So, what, we all go into hiding or something?” Asked Graham, confused.

“Normally, that would be the case,” Said Optimus, shuttering his optics, “however, as Cody is the only target, and that the Rescue Team has been assigned here, Cody, and only Cody, will be placed under Autobot Protection until Roadkill has been dealt with.”

“H-how long will that be?” Asked Dani, getting Optimus to look at her.

“I do not know, Danielle.” Said Optimus, “Hopefully, sooner rather than later.”

J&M

Jack helped Kade and Graham lift Cody’s bags into Bulkhead. Miko was hanging around Prowl, no doubt trying to cheer Cody up, Raf was ecstatic when he found out that Cody could understand Bumblebee as well. When Optimus gave him the key to Vector Sigma, he’d said he was impressed by how much Jack had matured. Personally, Jack thought the same thing about Miko, the girl had matured greatly, especially after the business with Hardshell. Cody looked close to tears, which Jack could understand, after MECH and Airachnid kidnapped his mom, Fowler had said about relocating both of them and giving them new identities, Jack also knew that Raf was aware of the stress of being move away from your home. But in their cases, they were with family. Cody just had himself.

Optimus had assigned Prowl as Cody’s guardian. Jack sighed through his nose and approached Cody.

“Okay, that’s everything.” Said Jack, looking down at Cody, “You okay, bud?”

“Yeah,” muttered Cody, despondent looking around is home for what could be the last time, “I guess I never thought I’d leave.”

“Don’t worry,” Said Miko, slumping against Bulkhead’s side, “There’s nothing the Bot’s can’t handle.”

“Miko.” Said Bulkhead, turning his engine on, “It’s time to go.”

Cody walked off to say goodbye to his family, while Jack remained with Miko.

“He looks so lost.” Mumbled Miko, Jack nodding.

“His entire world’s just been knocked off kilter.” Said Jack, his heart felt heavy, “The only thing we can do is help him with the transition.”

Miko cracked a smile, “Look at you, Jack-timus Prime.”

Jack gave Miko a flat look, “Never call me that again.”

Miko threw Jack a smirk, before climbing into Bulkhead, with Jack getting on Arcee. Cody finished saying goodbye, with Prowl transforming and opening his door for the boy. Jack got ready to set off, when Cody’s friend, Frankie, turned up and started with her own goodbyes. Jack knew that Cody was doing his best not to cry.

Jack just hoped that what they could do for Cody was enough.

J&M

Miko absently plucked her guitar strings, a small shuffling sound catching her attention. Glancing up, Miko spotted Cody staring at her, or more accurately her guitar.

“You ever play?” Asked Miko, lifting the guitar up. Cody shook his head, ever since Cody had moved, he hadn’t been talking, “Come on, I’ll show you.”

Miko patted the seat next to her, giving Cody welcoming smile. Cody made his way over to next to Miko, the Japanese girl placing the instrument into Cody’s hands, adjusting his hand placement and grip.

Jack looked up from his homework, his eyes freezing on Miko with Cody, teaching him how to use the instrument. Jack’s heart warmed at the sight, Cody was around Raf’s age, twelve-to-thirteen, but he suffered from recurring nightmares of Roadkill and his mother.

“You’re doing great.” Praised Miko, placing a hand on Cody’s shoulder.

Cody gave a shaky smile. Jack had a smile of his own, he was glad that at least one of them was connecting with Cody. Miko notice Jack looking at them, throwing him a discreet thumbs up, a small blush on her cheeks.

Over the next few days, slowly, but surely, Jack, Miko and Raf got Cody to start opening up. A week later, Cody came into base in tears and Jack came in with a broken hand.

“What happened?” Demanded Ratchet, as Miko sat next to Cody on the sofa, doing her best to comfort him.

“Vince,” Snarled Jack, pacing around, “happened, he thought it’d be a good ‘make an example’ of Cody.”

“Vince got physical with Cody,” Said Miko, as Cody’s face was buried in her shoulder, “since Raf and his family are house hunting and he found out that crossing us was a bad idea, he decided to go for the weakest loner he could find. Jack did knock some sense into him though.”

“Part of me wishes I just settled with one punch.” Muttered Jack, wincing as he felt his hand, “I’ve been suspended from school for breaking Vince’s nose and taking a few teeth out. It would’ve been worse, if Fowler didn’t turn up. How did Fowler know to show up, anyway?”

“Speed dial.” Said Miko, as Cody sniffled.

“I don’t know what Fowler said, but it was enough to scare both Vince and the principle.” Remarked Jack, wincing as he found the broken bone, “This is gonna hurt.”

There was a crack as Jack reset the bone, Jack let out a pained whine, “Shouldn’t’ve done that.”

“I’ll say,” Said Miko, looking sick, “I hope you plan on fixing that in a hospital.”

Jack looked at his hand and then glanced down to his pocket, “Miko, this is going to sound weird, but can you get my phone out of my pocket for me?”

Miko looked at Jack and smirked. Miko strutted her way over and slipped her hand into Jack’s pocket and grabbed his phone, “Cody appreciates what you did today.”

“It wasn’t enough.” Mumbled Jack, as Miko pulled his phone out. Instead of giving Jack the phone, Miko flipped it open and started going through the contacts and calling Jack’s mother.

“Nurse Darby?” Asked Miko, her voice taking a formal tone, “I’m afraid Jack’s broken his hand and need help with it.”

Miko paused for a moment, “How did he break it? He knocked some sense into the guy that was bullying Cody.”

Miko was silent, “No, Cody’s not very hurt, physically at least.”

The pair glanced at Cody, who was now being comforted by Prowl. Jack saw each person who been laughing and encouraging Vince and decided that he wouldn’t be associated with any of them, Sierra included.

Cody gave another sniff, before slowly drifting off to sleep. Jack and Miko had identical soft looks on their faces as Cody gave into his exhaustion.

J&M

Jack was kicking himself, He watched as Cody, trapped in a jar, in the hands of a Decepticon that looked like Roadkill. Cody was curled into a ball and shivering, Megatron demanding each of them for an Omega key, claiming Jack was worth two. The warlord opted to use Cody to get the relics to be handed over. The only bright side that Jack could find was that Roadkill had been killed before they were brought to Cybertron.

Then, Megatron turned the Omega Lock on Earth and Optimus acted. It was over in a blink of an eye, Optimus destroyed the Omega Lock and removed Megatron’s arm. Then they were back in the base, with Fowler asking the Autobots to step outside. Jack glanced at Miko, who was doing her best to coax a reaction out of Cody. Then the Autobots came rushing back inside, with Optimus telling each Autobot to take their charge and leave via the Ground bridge. Prowl went first, taking Cody, then Bumblebee and Raf. Jack sat on Arcee, as Bulkhead prepared to leave with Miko. Jack looked over and met Miko’s eyes, Jack felt his eyes start to burn and quickly looked away. Bulkhead sped out of the base, prompting Jack to put his helmet on, before Arcee sped through the ground bridge.

Jack looked around, he and Arcee were in the middle of a dirt road, if Jack had to take a guess, they were in Texas somewhere. Jack’s thoughts went to Raf and Cody, before settling on Miko. Jack only prayed they were safe.

J&M

Bulkhead drove through the Rocky Mountains, Miko sat slouched in the passenger seat looking through the pictures on her phone. She was glad that Bulkhead bought the new game excuse, she knew it was silly to hide that she missed everyone, but she didn’t want Bulkhead to know that most of the pictures were of Jack. Bulkhead was the older brother Miko never had, and she had heard what older brothers did to their sister crushes…at least that what happened on tv.

“Wheeljack should be here soon.” Said Bulkhead coming to a stop and jerking Miko out of her thoughts.

“Cool.” Said Miko, climbing out of Bulkhead, allowing him to Transform into his robot mode.

Miko gnawed at her bottom lip, keeping watch for Wheeljack. For the next few hours, the pair waited for Wheeljack to arrive. The sound of a car engine reached them, signalling Wheeljack’s arrival.

Miko felt herself smile, at least one of the others made it.

J&M

Jack stumbled when Miko hugged him, Bulkhead and Wheeljack spoke to Arcee, Prowl and the Rescue Bots.

“Where’s Cody?” Asked Miko, looking around.

“He been left with his Family,” Said Jack, looking up at the Autobots, “The Decepticons attacked Griffin Rock, the islanders were hiding in some cavern, the Bots called it the Sanctuary.

“Is he okay?” Asked Miko, getting a nod from Jack.

“Prowl made sure that Cody would be safe with his family,” Said Jack, taking a step back, “He plans on collecting all of them once this is done.”

“We’re tracking the last two Autobot signals now,” Said Jack, glancing up at Arcee, “It could be Optimus and Ratchet or Bumblebee and Smokescreen.”

“The Decepticons have already taken out two of our number.” Said Prowl, looking down at the humans.

“Or they could be shielded.” Countered Arcee, resting a hand on her hip.

“It is more logical to conclude that they are offline,” Said Prowl, folding his arms, “Then, if they are alive, it’s a pleasant surprise.”

“Did…did Prowl just give a good argument for being a pessimist?” Whispered Miko, getting a snort from Jack.

J&M

Jack, Miko and Raf listened as the Autobots attacked Darkmount, silently hoping for the best. Ratchet made a comment about an Autobot signal being airborne. Then, to their delight, Ultra Magnus spoke, “Optimus Prime is Alive and quite well.”

“Yes!”, “Awesome!”, “Yeah!” were the cries from the Humans. Jack, acting purely on impulse, grabbed Miko and kissed her. Miko froze for a moment, before returning the kiss.

They don’t know how long they were kissing, but Ratchet jerked them back to reality, “Are you two finished?!”

Jack and Miko jumped apart, their faces red. Jack awkwardly cleared his throat and looked to the floor. Raf had a look of disgust that explained itself when he spoke, “Jack, you just got her cooties.”

Jack and Miko both froze, before they broke down laughing. Raf just looked confused, and Ratchet looked irritated.

J&M

Miko sat and spoke with her host parents, as the trucks began to drive into the City that Optimus was having built.

“Whoa,” Gasped her host mother, “it’s massive.”

“Probably so the Autobots can fit inside the buildings.” Dismissed Miko, before spotting a group of Autobots scanning vehicles. A red one with two giant cannons on his arms scanned a GMC Topkick, while one the size of Bulkhead scanned a 4X4, “Ooh, there are Brawn and Ironhide.”

Her host parents looked over and saw the pair of Autobots transform into their alts and join the procession going into the City. The truck they were in came to a halt.

“Alright, kids,” Said Hound, getting their attention, “You have reached your destination, thank you for choosing Autobot Bus service as your method of travel.” Then, without warning, Hound Transformed and looked over the city, “Eh, could use a few drinking places.”

Miko laughed, before spotting a blond-haired boy the same age as Raf.

“Cody!” Yelled Miko, running towards him.

Cody turned and spotted Miko, just as the girl grabbed him and pulled him into a hug, “Miko!”

Miko suddenly pulled back, “We need to find Jack!”

“He’s at the hospital helping his mom.” Said Cody, making Miko stop.

“Of course, he is.” Sighed Miko, before looking around, “Have you seen Raf?”

“No,” Replied Cody, looking over towards the stealth bomber that arrived at Sector E a week before, “but Blaster might be able to find him.”

Miko nodded and grabbed Cody and his friend, Frankie, and pulled them towards Blaster. The Autobot started transforming when he noticed their approach.

“If you’re going to ask me to get Warpath to demonstrate his cannon again,” Said Blaster, frowning at them, “The answer is no.”

“Relax,” Said Miko, waving her hand, “we just need a little help finding Raf.”

Blaster blinked, before pointing towards the new Base for the Autobots, “He’s in there with Ratchet.”

Miko smiled and pulled Cody and Frankie towards the base, “You haven’t met the other Bots, have you, Frankie?”

“I’ve seen them.” Said Frankie, as they walked into the base.

A rose and white Femme glanced at them and raised an eyebrow, “Let me guess, looking for the final part of your group?”

“What’s Raf doing in there?” Asked Miko, as Elita guided them into the main area.

“Finishing the Ground bridge.” Said Elita, folding her arms as Raf opened the Ground bridge.

Miko spotted Jack hanging around Fowler’s office and quickly went to join him. Cody and Frankie went up to Prowl, with Cody telling him how the Firehouse had started construction, as well as the access tunnels that would lead out of it and around the city.

“Hey.” Mumbled Miko, folding her arm and glancing at Jack, “We obviously need to talk.”

“Yeah,” Whispered Jack, taking a deep breath, “Look, Miko, I’m sorry for what happened on the Harbinger, I guess I got caught up in the moment and acted on impulse.”

Miko frowned and grabbed the front of Jack’s shirt. Jack looked up at Miko, then the girl pulled him towards her. Miko kissed Jack and then pulled away, “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

Jack gave Miko a small smile, before his eyes widened at something. Before Miko had a chance to turn around, Jack wrapped an arm around her and pulled her away from the object, allowing the lobbing ball slam into Agent Fowler’s office door. Fowler’s door slid up, allowing the agent to get a full view of the ball blocking his doorway. The man sighed, of course this would happen.

J&M

Miko looked over the park and sighed, it’s been a year since Megatron was defeated and the Autobots left to rebuild their home. It’d also been a few months since Ratchet had gone to Cybertron and returned with news of Optimus’s death. Ratchet was puttering about running experiments, while Jack was frowning at a report Raf just gave him.

“So, you want me to proofread your work,” Asked Jack, his tone sceptical, “on a subject that I know nothing about and tell you how to improve?”

Raf nodded, making Jack close his eyes and sigh, “Raf, couldn’t you get Graham to look at this or Doc?”

“They were too busy,” Answered Raf, “and my teacher say I can’t have an Autobot proofread it, since they may have more knowledge on it than we do.”

Jack looked at the fifteen-year-old and blinked, “Raf…why don’t you have one of your classmates proofread it?”

Raf froze, before looking to the floor, “They couldn’t read my handwriting.”

Jack sighed, before opening the paper, “You spelt ‘inconclusive’ wrong.”

Raf grinned, before rushing over to Miko with a copy of the work, “Miko, I need someone else to proofread my work, since it has to have feedback from at least two people.”

Miko sighed and uncurled from her sitting position on the sofa. The bump was barely noticeable, but it was visible if anyone looked. Miko took the paper and balked at the first page, “Where’s the contents page?”

“I didn’t think it needed one, it’s only thirty chapters long.” Said Raf, frowning.

“But each chapter is like a hundred pages long.” Argued Miko, looking over the paper, “There aren’t any diagrams to help illustrate your point.”

Raf frowned, as Jack got up and walked over to Raf, “Have you ever been tested for dyslexia?”

“No, why?” Responded Raf, as Jack presented Raf’s work to him.

“You misspelt ‘which’ as ‘witch’.” Said Jack, pronouncing the t in the latter.

“Oh…” Said Raf, as Miko scowled at the paper.

“Raf, when did you write this?” Questioned Miko, looking up at the boy.

“Around three a.m.” Said Raf, getting a groan from Jack and Miko.

“Raf, go home, get some sleep.” Ordered Jack, running a hand down his face.

Raf looked ready to protest but decided not to say anything when Jack levelled him with a flat look. Rad reached out for the papers, but Jack and Miko drew the papers closer to them and frowned at him.

“Proofreading, remember?” Miko reminded the young genius, making the boy drop his hand.

Raf left, rubbing his eyes as he walked away. Ratchet looked up at Jack and Miko, “Perhaps you two should head off as well.”

Jack checked his watch and winced when he saw the time, “He’s right, it’s almost midnight.”

Miko groaned and held her hand out for Jack, grasping it, he pulled her to her feet. Jack held Miko’s hand as they left. Miko caught sight of Wheeljack fiddling with some widgets that he meant for military use. The Wrecker spotted Miko and gave her a smile, before going back to his work. Jack and Miko reached Jack’s car, when they heard an explosion. Not three seconds later, they heard Ratchet bellow, “WHEELJACK!”

“I’m going to guess,” Said Jack, as he and Miko got into the car, “boomstick.”

“Well, it wasn’t going to a grapple glove.” Snarked Miko, leaning back in her seat. Miko frowned at something, before squinting at it, “Is that Cody?”

Jack followed her gaze and froze, “And Frankie, by the looks of it.”

The pair watched the teenagers, Jack went to turn the headlights on, before Cody and Frankie kissed each other.

“Wow, okay,” Said Miko, after a moment, “I didn’t see that coming.”

“Just think,” Commented Jack, “we were like that.”

“Yeah, then I ‘somehow’ wound up pregnant.” Sniped Miko, leaning back in her seat again, “I’m glad we don’t have to hide it anymore, though.”

Jack smiled, “Yeah, no more hiding.”

“But it’s going to be interesting to see how they approach it.” Smirked Miko, as Cody and Frankie walked off.

J&M

Miko watched the Autobots frantically search for Cody. The boy had been missing for a week, having vanished after the Decepticon attack on Autobot City that ended when Optimus returned from wherever he’d vanished to. Miko watched Optimus battle an ancient Decepticon who called himself Megatronus, who was better known as The Fallen.

There was a sudden the ground shook, with Jack immediately covering Miko and Miko curling up to protect her bump.

“Was that an earthquake?” Asked Raf, looking around once the shaking stopped.

“No, too brief,” Said Russel, looking around him, “it almost felt like an explosion of some kind.”

Optimus frowned, “Ratchet, search for any power spikes near Autobot City.”

Ratchet looked up from the screen, “I was about to tell you, I just detected an energon explosion roughly seven miles from our position.”

“An energon explosion?” Asked Blaster, his left wing missing, “But there aren’t any energon mines near the city.”

“There are not any Autobot mines,” Said Optimus, frowning, “However, we cannot rule out the possibility of Decepticon mines.”

Optimus turned to Ratchet, “Target the coordinates and open the Ground bridge, Bumblebee and Strongarm, you’re with me.”

Ratchet opened the ground bridge, allowing Optimus and the two other Autobots to roll out. The bridge remained open and ten minutes later, Strongarm returned alone, Cody riding in her passenger seat.

Cody looked at the ground as he got out of the Autobot. Strongarm transformed and looked visibly sick.

“Cody?” Asked Ratchet, incredulous, “Where did you find him?”

Strongarm looked at the Medic, “We found the source of the energon explosion, as well as the remains of Thundercracker.”

Ratchet frowned, before spotting the bag Cody had with him. It was too small to hold a change of clothes or any other basic human necessities, from how the fabric was stretched it looked like there were pipes in it. Ratchet froze, before crouching down and took the bag and looked inside.

“Wheeljack, we found your missing weapons.” Said Ratchet, as Optimus and Bumblebee returned.

Miko looked around for Cody, only to see he’d vanished again.

“Wait, what happened?” Asked Miko, looking around the Autobots.

“We found Cody at the sight of the explosion,” Started Optimus, his tone grave, “he was staring at the remains of Thundercracker. Cody…tortured and killed Thundercracker with the tech that he stole from Wheeljack.”

“He basically did what you did to Hardshell.” Said Bumblebee, looking around for Cody, “Where’s he gone?”

Everyone suddenly looked at when Cody had been standing, Miko shook her head as the Bots started looking for Cody again, she had a good idea where he might’ve gone.

J&M

Miko closed the door to her and Jack’s apartment, before leaning against it and sliding down to the floor.

“Miko?” Asked Jack, poking his head out of the kitchen and spotting his fiancé sitting on the floor, “Is everything alright?”

“They found Cody,” Said Miko, her voice hollow, “he managed to find a Decepticon mine, as well as the ‘Con that killed Prowl. He’s…he’s broken, Jack. He gave the Bot’s the slip again and I found him outside the City near that glade Prowl liked and he…”

Miko took a deep breath, “He was crying, asking why killing Thundercracker didn’t make him feel better…he felt guilty for killing him, despite what he did to Prowl.”

Jack joined Miko on the floor, wrapping his arm around her. He knew that Miko viewed Cody as a younger brother, especially after the incident with Vince. Miko knew what Cody was going through, after Bulkhead’s near death at the hands on Hardshell. But Miko had been lucky, Bulkhead had pulled through with no long-term injuries, Cody lost his guardian and his leg on the same day. Jack considered contacting Arcee about it, but she was busy on Cybertron.

“Cody’s a fighter,” Said Jack, carefully choosing his words, “He’ll pick himself up and move forwards.”

“You didn’t see him, Jack,” Murmured Miko, looking up at him, “he was devastated, like he wasn’t able to live with himself.”

Jack frowned, before pulling Miko closer to him, “I’ll speak with Cody tomorrow, let’s see about getting something to eat.”

Miko swallowed thickly and nodded. Jack helped her to her feet, and she followed him into the kitchen.

J&M

Jack dropped himself onto the sofa and ran his hand down his face. Dealing with Prescott took a lot out of him, but the reporter had been dealt with, now they just had to deal with Luskey, who tried to suspend the Rescue Team, despite him not having any political presence in the City. Jack heard a rustling sound behind him, he turned around and spotted Cody curled up on a plush chair he and Miko bought.

“Cody?” Asked Jack, making Cody jump.

“Oh, hi Jack.” Muttered Cody, going back to looking at the floor.

“What are you doing here?” Asked Jack, looking around.

“Miko said that if I needed to talk, I could go to her.” Said Cody, looking at his knees.

Jack sighed, “If it’s about what happened at that mine, you needn’t beat yourself up over it. Over our time with Team Prime we all killed, from anything from a spider to a Decepticon. Hell, there was one time I electrocuted a MECH agent so much he was practically cooked.”

Cody looked disgusted, “Well, at least I won’t be hungry for a while.”

“Cody,” Said Jack, crouching in front of him, “you didn’t know about the humans, no one did. You’re not a murderer, despite what that Luskey guy says.”

“It’s still weird,” Confessed Cody, “how people I’ve known for years like they’ve never met me before.”

“Are you talking about family, friends or Frankie?” Asked Jack, raising an eyebrow, “Don’t give me that look, Miko and I noticed how you and Frankie act around each other.”

“The only other one who knew was Prowl,” Cody choked out his Guardian’s name, “He made sure we were able to keep a low profile. He was out there because of me; I couldn’t find Frankie and I went out looking for her and Prowl died because I was too fucking stupid to think of calling her.”

Cody broke down as he finished, Jack’s heart sank, Miko had her work cut out for her.

“Did Miko ever tell you about Bulkhead’s run in with Tox-En?” asked Jack, making Cody look at him, “She went through what you’re going through, she blamed herself for what happened to Bulk and she even hunted down the ‘Con responsible.”

Cody wiped his eyes, looking back down at the floor, “Did you know that flesh melts of the bone in an energon fire?”

Jack froze, “No, I didn’t. Cody,” He started firmly, “that Decepticon you downed during the attack, do you regret that?” Cody shook his head. “Why?”

“He was going to kill people.” Said Cody, as Jack smiled at him.

“That’s what Thundercracker and those MECH agents were going to do,” Said Jack, gently touching Cody’s shoulder, “what you did, while rash, quite probably saved hundreds of lives.”

“Then why do I feel horrible?” Asked Cody, desperately.

“Because you’re a good person.” Stated Jack, with a tone of finality, “The good mourn and regret. The evil don’t.”

J&M

Jack watched Arcee speak with Cody, he contacted her and asked it she could check on Cody, just in case if he and Miko weren’t able to get through to him. Jack froze when Arcee handed Cody something, it looked like a pair of EMP cannons…Arcee wouldn’t give Cody weapons…would she?

“I heard that Wheeljack is trying to get Cody inducted into the Wreckers.” Said Miko, sidling up against Jack. Miko let out a low whistle as the cannons Arcee gave Cody transformed into a watch and a bracelet, “Nice.”

“I really hope Arcee didn’t sneak those into the city.” Said Jack, as Cody activated the watch cannon and accidentally discharged it. Miko let out a snort as the recoil sent Cody sprawling on his back, the sound of Cody’s laughter made them crack up as well.

J&M

Jack watched as Aurora threw flower petals at the guests, she got to the end of the aisle and immediately went for his knees. Jack watched his mother pick up her granddaughter, while Raf worked a video camera. Almost the entirety of the original Earth-bound Autobots and their partners were here, with the exception of the Rescue Team and the Burns family, who were forced to leave when they received an emergency call a few minutes before hand.

Jack looked around again, freezing as he saw the Burns’ and their bots skulk back in. Cody had the same look on his face that he always sported when dealing with Prescott. Cody dropped himself into the seat next to Frankie and whispered something in her ear.

Everyone went silent as Miko started making her way down the aisle.

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remmushound · 4 years ago

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Radio Hearts, chapter 5!! @scentedcandlecryptid @digitl-art-monstr

Shelldon woke up.

Donatello was there in front of him and he was beaming! His face seemed several shades brighter with the joy that overwhelmed him and Shelldon’s sights even picked up the beginnings of tears starting to form.

“Dee?” Shelldon whirled. “I feel weird.”

Sheldldon tried to hover, but it felt wrong, so he stopped. He felt heavy, and Donatello seemed small. Had Shelldon grown?

“Easy, buddy.” Donatello soothed, rubbing a hand across some part of Shelldon. Wait, was that a shoulder? “Here, let me help you.”

Donatello grabbed the chair that Shelldon was seated in and wheeled him over to the standing mirror. Shelldon gasped loudly when he saw his reflection, reaching up to grab at his face. Three fingers gently caressed a fully formed cheek. In shape, it greatly resembled the one he was used to; triangular with a glowing pink mouth and pink, frog-like eyes. He had an upright posture and a plastron like Donatello, except with three glowing vents in his belly just below his mystic heart. He looked down at both his hands, modeled after the mutant turtles he lived with, but his feet more greatly resembled a tortoise, blocky and flat with four claw-like toes. He strained the limits of his tubular neck to look at his carapace, finding five spiked ridges and six valleys between them, speckled with light pink freckles that added to the textured effect.

“Woaaahhhh…” Shelldon leaned closer to the mirror to get a better look at himself. “I look radical!”

Donatello took Shelldon by the hands and lifted him from the seat and to his feet, keeping a tight hold of the drone— no, the turtle!— so he wouldn’t topple over. Shelldon wasn’t quite as tall as Donatello was, more Michelangelo’s height, but he didn't care. He was tall! He lifted a foot to get a better look at it and almost fell to the opposite side from the shifted weight. Donatello was there to grab and stabilize him, however, lowering him carefully to the ground.

“Easy, Shelldon. You gotta learn how to walk first.”

“I got legs!” Shelldon cheered, then fell over onto his carapace as his weight shifted. “Ow.”

Donatello laughed and helped Shelldon to sit up again. “You’re fine.”

“This was my surprise?” He asked, looking at Donatello.

Donatello smiled and nodded. “It’s been exactly a year since I first made you. Figured I’d give you a little birthday upgrade.”

Before Donatello could even finish the sentence, Shelldon had thrown his arms around the softshell and they both toppled over with Shelldon’s greater weight.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” Shelldon almost screamed his excitement, “Where are my hovers?” He looked all around the length of his body searching for the flight feature.

Donatello grabbed Shelldon’s carapace at the base and lifted it up. The shell seperated in the middle and both halves sprawled out to their designated sides like a beetle’s wings. When the shell was opened, two large wings unfolded from just below where Shelldon’s shoulder blades would be.

“It’s gonna take you a while to get used to your new body, but I, of course, will be there to help.” Donatello boasted. “Once you practice, you will be able to unfold your wings on your own. I tried to incorporate your usual hovers, but with your increased weight, it wasn’t feasible. But this body does solve your overheating problem by adding a respiratory function to increase your cooling output.”

Respiratory? Shelldon opened his mouth and sucked in air— something he had never done before! The relief was immediate and cooling, making him slump slightly as he breathed out almost scolding steam.

“That means you only have to have one oil change a day instead of three!”

“That’s awesome!” Shelldon beeped.

“There are several other features that I am soooo excited for you to discover, but I want you to learn it by yourself! It’s your new body, you should learn at your own pace. But I will help you with the basics.”

Donatello stood up and held out his hands. It took Shelldon several times to properly adjust his motor function enough to grab the softshell’s hand, and when he did Donatello was able to yank him up with ease.

“Now: Let’s start simple.”

***

Shelldon was kept in the lab for two weeks following his upgrades, but he didn't mind it. Donatello was with him more and more each day teaching him about how to use the new body. First helping him to stand on his own and then teaching him how to walk, and then how to run. Occasionally, one of the other brothers would come in to help him improve his motor function, be it with card games or catch or simply typing their messages for them on a phone. Slowly, his bolts loosened up and the activities got simpler and simpler until he could even change his oil on his own! With his increased battery and cooling circulation, he was much more active. After the two weeks were up, Shelldon quickly found his new favorite hobby.

“Hit me with your best shot!”

Raphael charged with all the strength and size of a raging bull. Shelldon made no attempt to get out of the way, bracing himself for the impact. When it came, he was ready for it, and he brought Raphael first to a stalemate before slowly adding more force to press back against him. Then he was the one who was forcing Raphael across the dojo, but Raphael only let himself get so far before he gave up and dove out of the way so Shelldon was sent stumbling.

Raphael tried to charge Shelldon from behind. At the very last moment, Shelldon’s bladed wings opened up and closed on Raphael’s plastron to lock him in place, four spider limbs identical to the ones Donatello had revealed themselves to restrain Raphael’s arms and legs. The snapper was stunned for a moment, but then quickly tried to struggle against the bot.

“One. Two. Three. Four. Five!” Shelldon let go of Raphael as he counted down, closing his wings and laughing. “I win!”

“Ugh!” Raphael groaned. “No fair! Rematch!”

“You’re so on!”

“No you’re not.” Donatello appeared out of the shadows where even Shelldon hadn’t sensed him.

“Aww…” Shelldon pouted, “But Deeeee!”

“No buts.” Donatello crossed his arms.

“Please?” Raphael begged.

“Pretty please?” Shelldon followed up.

“Pretty please with a pepperoni on top?” Raphael clasped his hands together and stuck out his bottom lip; Shelldon copied the motion.

“No.” Donatello said simply, and waved Shelldon to follow him.

“Aw…” Shelldon walked as slowly as he could, dragging his feet the entire time.

Donatello looked back at him. “If you keep dragging your feet, you’re going to miss your flying lessons~.”

Shelldon gasped loudly and immediately picked up the pace. “Coming Dee!”

***

“Easy, Shelldon... “ Donatello soothed, “There’s no rush.”

The gap was small, hardly twice as long as Shelldon was tall, and Donatello was waiting anxiously on the other side with his arms outstretched ready to catch the drone.

“I got this, Dee!” Shelldon flashed his carapace open and gave the slightest buzz as his wings were unfolded and freed. The wings readjusted themself rather noisily as Shelldon got into position.

“Take your time.” Donatello encouraged, “Take a few deep breaths. Make sure you’re cool before—“

Shelldon jumped.

“OH DEAR MOTHER OF CHALUPA HE JUMPED!”

Shelldon glided effortlessly across the gaps and into Donatello’s waiting arms.

***

The flight lessons took up most of the night, and by the time Shelldon and Donatello got home, both of them wanted nothing more than to rest. The two of them still shared Donatello’s lab as their room and Shelldon didn’t care to change any time soon; he liked being around Dee! Donatello ignored the food that Michelangelo tried to offer him in favor of marching straight to his room and falling face-first on his bed, immediately asleep.

Shelldon went quickly to his charging pod; it was essentially an upright bed, fit with cushions and a blanket-like curtain to cover himself, and a pinned-up pillow. The only difference was that there was space designed to let Shelldon spread out his wings and soft holders to rest them on so that the charging plug in the middle of his back was exposed to the charging dock. Once Shelldon had got himself into position, tucked comfortably under the curtain-blanket and making sure his body was accepting the charge, he pulled the clear glass door closed so he wouldn’t fall out and nuzzled deeper into the cool cushions.

Shelldon went to sleep and dreamed of his family.

#hes all grown up!#but still living at home #Don loves his robot son #Shelldon a big boy now!#end

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writeyouin · 4 years ago

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Tfa request #1: what is the thoughts of bumblebee/jet twins/ blurr/ sari ( when she’s a teen! ) who has a crush on a dorky yet kind hearted person and what is thier reaction of when they kiss s/o, she fainted or got a nosebleed...( this happened to me but I fainted =u=|| )

TFA X Reader Inserts – Blowing a Gasket

A/N – Hey anon, hope you had a good birthday. Here is a gift for you.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Bumblebee

“YEAH,” Bumblebee cheered, punching the air victoriously. He was the only one who had opted out of the nature walk that Prowl had planned, and without Sari who was with her father for the day, he was left alone with the video game console.

You had dropped by only a little earlier to see everyone and had opted to read your book until they all came back. Normally, you would have played something with Bumblebee, but he seemed to be enjoying the single player game so you had left him to it.

“Nice job,” You said, looking up at the screen and seeing that he had finally gotten the golden relic he was after.

“Nice job?” Bumblebee repeated cockily. “I think you mean that I’m the king of ALL videogames.”

You snickered, “That is so precious. You want to talk to me about being the best player, then come back when you’ve got a platinum relic.”

Bumblebee tutted, “Those are impossible. Nobody can win one.”

“Move over amateur,” You said, taking the controller from Bumblebee and moving the small bandicoot on screen onto a level you knew well.

Starting the time trial, you caused the character to jump, spin, crush boxes, and generally beat the score Bumblebee had set. By the end of the level, you were the proud owner of a platinum relic.

“NO WAY!” Bumblebee goggled at the screen. “HOW DID YOU DO THAT?”

You stretched victoriously, “Years of practice. You know, if you play the second game and jump on the head of the polar bear in warp room two ten times-”

Bumblebee tried to look as if he was hanging onto your every word while internally, he was freaking out. How had he never noticed how cute you were before? It was so obvious. Maybe you had a crush on him too? Wait- A CRUSH! Colour rose to Bumblebee’s face plates.

‘Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no. What if (s)he doesn’t feel the same? I need to know, right now. Why is (s)he still talking about the game? Can’t (s)he see what’s going on here?’

Unable to be patient and wait for an opportune moment wherein Bumblebee might learn if you had feelings for him, he dove at you, pressing his lips against yours, making you let out a muffled yelp.

Pulling away, Bumblebee stared at you, waiting for you to say something. Blood rushed to your face, turning it beet-red. You squeaked as blood started trickling from your nose.

“Primus!” Bumblebee screeched, jumping back.

“It’s okay,” You tried to explain, cupping your nose to catch the blood.

“HOW IS THIS OKAY? YOU’VE BLOWN A GASKET!”

Bumblebee practically drove off to get Ratchet, forgetting his comm-link in his panic. You meanwhile, were left to mop up your bloody nose and search for an explanation by the time Bumblebee came back; all in all, it wasn’t the smoothest first kiss.

The Jet Twins

Jetfire and Jetstorm were listening intently as you talked about the movies you were going to show them back at the base. You had a feeling they would like your old favourites as much as you did. The twins both loved that you took the time to teach them about Earth media and its origins. You were like a walking dictionary of what was cool and what wasn’t, yet if they liked a character or plot that you didn’t, you welcomed the new opinion.

The three of you came to a busy crossing where you had to wait for the traffic lights to change. As you chattered away, the twins gave a small nod to each other, indicating that it was time for something they had been planning since Megatron’s defeat.

Bending down to your height, they simultaneously kissed your cheeks. Afterwards, your head swivelled from Jetfire to Jetstorm, who were both grinning triumphantly.

“I- I- Uh-” You opened your mouth to say something more, but nothing came out. Instead, in a rush of nerves, you crumpled to the floor in a faint.

Jetstorm picked you up, watching you curiously, “Brother, I think she may have-”

“-overheated, yes it seems to being that way,” Jetfire finished his brother’s statement.

“Do you think her cooling fans are to be working?”

“I am thinking that human fans may be slower than ours, brother.”

“Let us be carrying her home then.

“Yes, lets.”

With that, the twins took turns to carry you home, each eager to hear what you thought of their kiss once your heating systems returned to optimal condition.

Blurr zipped back and forth in front of your house, waiting for you to come home. He had repeatedly run this one stretch of path for four hours; he’d been at it so long that the path was a mess of tire marks and scraped concrete. Far too anxious to stop for even one second, Blurr remained a prisoner of his thoughts, running to keep a hold of his sanity.

During the war, Blurr was only consumed with thoughts about the Decepticons. Now that those dark times were behind him, Blurr had time to think about other things… mainly you. He’d always known that he had liked you as a friend. You were one of the few people that could keep up with his fast mind and faster mouth after all. However, he had only realised that very day that he liked you.

Blurr hated the anxiety of wondering what you would think of him romantically. It made him erratic, like there was a swarm of scraplets living in his brain, threatening to tear him open from the inside out. There was really only one solution and that was to tell you how he felt; whether you accepted or rejected his affections, Blurr would at least have an answer and that would be enough.

Finally, Blurr saw you coming around the corner of your street. He rushed forward to you and started jabbering.

“(Y/N),IhaveromanticfeelingsforyouandIthinkyoumayreturnthemifyoujustgivemeachance.Itdoesn’tmatterthatwe’refromtwodifferentspeciesifwedon’tletitmatter,therehavebeenweirdercouplesinthepast.Whati’mtryingtosayiswillyougooutwithme?”

You stared blankly at Blurr. Usually, you were able to keep pace with his fast talking but there was no way to understand the fast-paced speech he had just given you.

“Excuse me, what?” You asked, dumbfounded.

Panicked by the prospect of repeating himself over such a delicate manner, Blurr pressed his lips quickly against yours, pulling away just as fast to stare at you.

Only a few seconds later, blood started dripping down your nose. Blurr was sure he had hurt you, and cursed himself for his behaviour, starting a rant about human fragility, though you only caught snippets.

“BLURR!” You shouted exasperatedly, surprised that the usually confident bot was so nervous now. “I’m fine, it’s just a little nosebleed. I- I like you too.”

Blurr, somewhat exhausted from the override of emotions flopped onto the floor. After cleaning your nose up, you laid down next to him and the two of you relished a few minutes of calm, each momentarily lost for words.

Sari

You and Sari walked through the park on the way to meet the Autobots for a game of improvised baseball. As you talked, you noticed how subdued Sari was. She hadn’t been herself all day; clearly something was on her mind.

“A penny for your thoughts?” You asked, drawing her attention back to you.

Sari sighed, then forced a smile, “It’s nothing (Y/N), don’t worry about it. I guess I’m just distracted.”

“C’mon Sari, something’s bugging you. You may as well talk about it. I won’t judge, whatever it is.”

“I know you won’t. It’s just… I was thinking about by dad.” That first sentence seemed to unlock a flood-gate as Sari began spilling her guts, “I just worry that one day Megatron might want him back. What if he decides to take him again? My dad is totally defenceless, and he could end up building something way worse than a space-bridge. I get that it’s not likely, but I still worry, y’know?”

“Hey,” You said, grabbing Sari’s hand reassuringly. “It’s all gonna be okay. No more bad stuff is gonna happen to you, but if it did, then you’ll have the Autobots to help out, and me as well, even if I can’t punch Megadork through a wall.”

Sari giggled, and smiled at you. You always knew what to say. She only wished she had a way to show you how much you meant to her. Blushing at the idea that just crossed her mind, Sari kissed you before she could lose her nerve.

As soon as her lips left yours, you let out a nervous croak, fainting soon after. Sari stood over you for a minute.

“Hmm.” She prodded you a few times in a small attempt at waking you up. “That didn’t go exactly how I planned.”

She called the Autobots to let them know that she would be late to the baseball game due to an ‘unexpected delay,’ and then she laid down on the grass next to you, awaiting the moment you would regain consciousness.

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trashyswitch · 4 years ago

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One Simple Mistake

It has long been decided one rule: NEVER leave the coffee grinds can out on the counter. One day though, someone forgets to put the coffee grinds away and suffers the DRASTIC consequences...

This is LATE! But, it's still relevant. Therefore:

Tickletober Day 23: Asking For It

It had started off like any other morning. The coffee-drinking sides had gotten their coffee, and put them back in the usual hiding spot. This was to prevent certain people from getting tempted into overdosing themselves on caffeine. It was always known that certain sides shouldn’t touch coffee grinds. Not even with a 10 foot pole! Cause they’ll find a way to get the coffee grinds into their system and go insane from an overdose. To prevent such overdoses, the coffee-drinking sides made a rule: after using the coffee grinds, always put the coffee away or hope you have the energy to handle the consequences…

But this morning, someone had accidentally left the can of coffee grinds out on the counter. It was one simple mistake...One tiny mistake…but even a simple mistake like that, had DIRE consequences:

“Mmmm! That’s that GOOD! SHIT!” someone reacted in the kitchen.

“ACID, BEER, COCAINE, AND DICK!” someone else shouted loudly.

“HAHAHAHA! You’re worse than Remus!” the 1st person laughed.

Logan groaned from tiredness and put his glasses on before walking out of his room. The people in the kitchen were gonna wake up the whole imagination at this rate! Logan was already awake. Did anyone else wake up yet?

“Logan?” someone asked beside him. Logan looked to his left, and smiled when he recognized the slightly blurry kitten onesie. “Was that you shouting profanities?” Patton asked.

Logan scoffed. “Oh please...I would say no such thing.” Logan replied.

“Then...who is?” Patton asked.

“I would suggest it was Remus, but...the last loud statement had proven me otherwise.” Logan told him.

“I FEEL AMAZING! LIKE I COULD KILL A PERSON!” Roman shouted.

Virgil bursted out laughing. “A KILLING SPREE: REMUS! VS. ROMAN!” Virgil joked and continued to laugh hysterically.

Patton dropped his jaw. “ROMAN?!” He shouted. He looked beside him and blinked in surprise. “AND VIRGIL?!” Patton shouted at him as well.

Virgil turned around and gulped. “Oops…” He thought aloud.

“QUICK VIRGIL! ATTAAAAACK!” ” Roman shouted, grabbing his hand and sprinting towards Patton.

“What the- OHGODNO!” Patton did a full 180 and took off screaming in horror! Roman was shouting a war cry and chasing Patton, while Virgil was screaming from being pulled absolutely everywhere. Logan, realizing he wasn’t enjoying being pulled, grabbed onto Virgil’s waist and pulled him out or Roman’s hand. Thankfully, Roman didn’t complain about losing Virgil and just continued to chase the screaming Patton.

“You okay, Virgil?” Logan asked.

“Ihihi...Ihi’m fine...I think.” Virgil replied. “I don’t think the coffee has kicked in yet. I had a couple cups of coffee a few minutes ago, so...I just have to wait.” Virgil admitted.

Logan looked at him. “H-...How did you find the coffee can?” Logan asked.

Virgil shrugged his shoulders. “I dunno. It was out on the counter this morning. Thought a cup wouldn’t hurt. But then one cup became 2.” Virgil explained, before lifting up his mostly empty cup to finish his coffee.

Logan pointed at the mug. “What number was that?” Logan asked.

Virgil lowered the mug, revealing his slight coffee mustache. He looked at Logan and blinked. “Number 4.” he replied before putting some tap water into his mug.

Logan sighed and rubbed his nose. “...And how many cups has Roman had?” Logan asked.

Virgil made an ‘I don’t know’ humming sound before dumping the slightly coffee-colored water down the drain. Logan walked up to the can of coffee and placed it in the secret hiding spot. “Oooooh...So that’s where it’s been?” Virgil muttered out loud.

Logan turned around and pointed his index finger at him. “Don’t tell Roman.” Logan warned.

Virgil smiled. “Okay.” He replied.

[An Hour Later]

“COME ON AND SLAM! AND WELCOME TO THE JAM! COME ON AND SLAM! IF YOU WANNA JAM!” Roman shouted, pretending to play basketball.

Virgil was giggling and laughing at the man. “Got any other songs you remember?” Virgil asked.

Roman gasped and snapped his fingers at Virgil. “THERE’S A HUNDRED AND FOUR DAYS OF SUMMER VACATION, AND SCHOOL COMES ALONG JUST TO END IIIT!” Roman shouted.

“AND THE ANNUAL PROBLEM, FOR OUR GENERATION IS FINDING A GOOD WAY TO SPEEEND IIIT…” Virgil continued.

“LIKE MAYBE!”

“BUILDING A ROCKET,” Roman shouted.

“OR FIGHTING A MUMMY,” Virgil continued.

“OR CLIMBING UP THE EIFFEL TOWER!” Roman continued, while Virgil conducted the ‘trumpet band’.

“DISCOVERING SOMETHING THAT DOESN’T EXIST-” Virgil shouted and pointed to Roman.

“MY GIRLFRIEND!” Roman shouted back.

Virgil bursted out laughing! “HAHA! OHOR GIVING A MONKEY A SHOWER!” Virgil continued.

“BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM! SURFING TITLE WAVES,” Roman shouted.

“CREATING NANO BOTS, OR-”

Roman joined Virgil. “LOCATING FRANKENSTEIN’S BRAIN!”

“IT’S OVER HERE!” Virgil added. “FINDING A DODO BIRD,”

“CREATING A COTTON LAYER, AND-”

Virgil joined Roman. “DRIVING OUR SISTER INSAAANE!” They shouted.

“PhInEaS!” Roman screamed in a mock girly voice.

“AS YOU CAN SEE, THERE’S A WHOLE LOT OF StUFF TO DO BEFORE SCHOOL STARTS THIS FALL,” Virgil sang.

Roman pointed to Patton. “COME ON, PERRY!” Roman shouted.

“SO STICK WITH US CAUSE PHINEAS AND FERB ARE GONNA, DO IIIT, AAAALLLL!” Roman sang.

Virgil pretended to rock the electric guitar while they both started screaming the last part: “SO STICK WITH US CAUSE PHINEAS AND FERB ARE GONNA, DO IIIT AAAAALL.”

To end it all off, Roman ran up to Logan and started waving and puppeteering the man’s arms. “MoOom! PhInEaS aNd FeRb ArE MaKiNg A tItLe SeQuEnCe!” Roman said in his mock girly voice. Roman put Logan’s hands down as Virgil strummed the last loud guitar note.

Patton giggled and clapped his hands. “That was great, you two!” Patton cheered.

Virgil got back up and snuggle-hugged him. “Thank you Pat.” he replied happily.

Roman was just laughing and pointing at Logan. “Good job playing Candace, by the way!” Roman complimented.

“I had no choice.” Logan reminded him.

“That’s besides the point.” Roman muttered as he lightly punched his shoulder.

Patton was squeaking and giggling at the affection he was getting. “Yohou’re so affectionate like this!” Patton reacted.

Virgil smiled at this and playfully shook his hair right into the side of Patton’s neck. Patton squeaked in surprise and let out some giggles! “HEHehehe! Vihihirgihihil! Thahahat tihihihicklehes!” Patton giggled up a storm.

Virgil brought his head back. “Awww! Ticklish, Pat?” Virgil asked with a smirk. Patton giggled more and nodded. “Perfect!” Virgil declared as he tickled Patton’s belly.

Patton doubled over and guffawed. “HAHAHA! WAHAHAHAIT! LOHOHO HEHEHELP!” Patton shouted.

Logan walked up to help him, but was stopped by a prince with a shit-eating grin on his face. “One single step forward...and I’ll tickle you till you lose all touch with reality.” Roman warned.

Logan lifted an eyebrow as he took a step forward. “Sounds like attempted murder to me.” Logan added.

Roman tripped Logan from behind and laid him down. “Not if it’s screams of laughter!” Roman declared. Roman started skittering his fingers on Logan’s ribs and sides. Logan jolted in surprise and tried to hold his laughter in. “Ooooh! Gonna hold out on me, huh? Tell me: how many times have you simply laughed on the Sanders Sides channel?” Roman asked as he paused his tickling.

Logan let out his breath and breathed somewhat heavily. Then, he tried to think. But the truth was, Roman was right: He has never truly laughed on screen! The one laugh he DID let out, was simply a half-assed ‘Ha’. And knowing Roman, that won’t count.

“That’s right! A big, flat, none! Therefore: LAUGH FOR ME!” Roman shouted before immediately blowing a raspberry right onto his core!

“GAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Logan bursted out loudly.

Roman gasped and only continued to tickle him with his fingers. “YAY! AFTER ALL THIS TIME, YOU HAVE A LAUGH! VIRGIL! LOGAN HAS A LAUGH!” Roman shouted happily.

“I can hear that!” Virgil reacted. “And so does Patton!” Virgil added as he blew a raspberry on Patton’s neck.

“EEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEhehehe!” Patton laughed, curling his neck in.

To get Patton on the ground, Virgil gently tripped him and laid him down right beside the laughing Logan! But seeing Logan laughing like this, only made Patton wanna tickle him too!

But Virgil decided to squeeze his hips anyway. “Coochy coochy coo, Patty!” Virgil teased.

“WAHAHAHA-WAHAHAHAIT! IHIHIHI WAHAHAHANNAAAA-HEHEHEHELP!” Patton shouted to Virgil.

Virgil lifted an eyebrow in confusion. “Help? With what?” Virgil asked, pausing his tickling for a moment.

As Patton breathed heavily to regain his oxygen, Patton gave Logan’s closest side a squeeze. Logan squeaked! “AAAAHAHAAA!” Logan turned himself onto his left side. PAHAHAHAHAT!” Logan yelled.

“Whahat? Can’t handle another tihickle monster?” Patton asked, still slightly giggly himself.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO! TOHOHOHO MAHAHAHANY!!” Logan shouted.

Patton, Virgil and Roman all attacked Logan from all angles! It was now 3 to 1, (a completely unfair fight), and Logan felt like he was gonna die laughing! And yet...He was loving it! Something about laughing really hard after not laughing for years, seemed to feel amazing to the nerd. Maybe...psychological based? Logan may have to review the psychology theories again to come up with a more specific answer.

“THEHEHE MOHOHORE YOHOHOU GUYS TIHIHICKLEHE MEHEHE, THEHEHE MOHOHORE REHEHEVEHEHENGE IHI’LL DIHISH OHOHOUT! IHIHI HOHOPE YOHOHOHOU KNOHOHOW THAHAHAHAT!” Logan warned.

“Oh No! I’m So ScArEd!” Roman teased.

“YoU pOoR bAbY! pOoR lOgEy Is TiCkLiSh!” Patton teased.

“It's a shame that EvErYoNe is taking advantage.” Virgil added.

Everyone continued to destroy Logan with tickles just about everywhere on his body. Logan was LITERALLY GOING INSANE! YES! MORE TICKLES! If this is what it’s like having Roman and Virgil on caffeine highs, Logan needs to leave the coffee out a lot more!

Suddenly though, all the tickling stopped! And a bunch of yelps and shouts of surprise filled the room for a few seconds! Logan opened his eyes little by little and adjusted his glasses. What...happened?

Logan’s eyes widened when he noticed the 3 sides being held up against the wall by octopus arms! “I KNEW this would happen! No one can truly handle the GREAT, POWERFUL ROMAN on CAFFEINE!” Someone shouted in front of him. Logan sighed as he recognized the manic voice.

Remus.

“REMUS! LET GO!” Roman shouted at him.

Remus gasped and placed a hand on his chest in offense. “Such anger running through your veins! I must change that as soon as I can.” Remus declared as he summoned some floating green feathers.

Roman shrieked in horror and watched nervously as the feathers fluttered around his body and leaned in closer to his ticklish spots. Roman couldn’t stop the wobbly smile from forming on his face.

Remus giggled evilly and summoned more feathers to surround the two other sides. “Any last words before your ticklish fantasies finally come true?” Remus asked the three of them.

Patton gulped as the feathers neared his feet and belly. Those spots were the ILLEGAL spots!

Virgil tried to glare at the dark side, but his glare was quickly turned into a wobbly smile due to the feathers fluttering right over his neck and belly button.

And Roman’s whimpers faded into giggles as his ears were touched only the slightest bit.

“Would you like to help, Logan?” Remus offered.

Logan stood up and watched as all 3 of his friends were overcome by laughs and giggles, thanks to the many fluttering feathers. Logan had the mental sense to save them. But when Logan thought about it more, he realized his 3 best friends were also the 3 lers in the group, who were just asking to be destroyed! So:

“Okay.” Logan replied.

Logan happily helped Remus and the feathers with the tickles, and reduced his friends into wholesome messes of laughter all in the name of revenge. Logan knew the boys were gonna get it eventually. What Logan DIDN’T expect, was Remus’s eventual involvement.

But to be honest: He couldn’t have it any other way.

#caffeine high #ticklefic #switch!logan #switch!patton #switch!roman #switch!virgil #ler!remus #fluff and crack

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snappedsky · 4 years ago

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Borderlands: Skies the Bodyguard 3

The battle begins.

*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

Chapter 25

*For some added Borderlands feel, imagine Indiscriminate Murder is Counter-Productive by Machine Supremacy playing over the following scene.*

It’s a one-sided fight on the surface. The Jack haters never stood a chance against the Guardians. Any who have survived this long have the sense to stay hidden or on the move.

Mick Scabbers watches as his followers scurry from the Guardians, wondering what to do next and where the hell Lilith went.

As if on cue, a door opens behind him. Everyone nearby turns to see a group of people standing in the doorway.

Lilith, Mordecai, Axton, Salvador, Maya, Gaige, Loader Bot, Timothy, and Skies all grin, almost twitching with excitement as they cock their guns.

“Firehawk!” Scabbers exclaims.

Lilith Phasewalks and reappears in the middle of a group of Guardians, burning them to a crisp with her aura.

“Yes?” she sneers, glaring at Scabbers.

“Er um…n-never mind,” he squeaks, ducking behind a bush.

“Let’s hit it!” Axton cheers as everyone else rushes out. He throws down his turret and fires his assault rifle, tearing through charging Guardians. Maya catches any who get by with her Phaselock and they’re quickly dealt with by Salvador as he laughs maniacally. Gaige rides on the back of Deathtrap, shooting her shotgun as it slices through other Guardians. Loader Bot and Timothy stand back to back, mowing them down with their assault rifle and SMG. Skies charges into the crowd, firing off her pistol right and left. Mordecai sets up a perch on top of a building, picking off any in the distance with headshots.

Meanwhile, a different door opens across the island and Brick dives out, fists raised, ready to start swinging. But there’s no one around.

“It’s clear,” he announces. Rhys, Fiona, Sasha, Vaughn, Athena, August, Zer0, Krieg, Claptrap, and Gortys exit the building, looking around carefully. In the distance, they can hear the shouting and gunfire of the ongoing battle.

“Okay, let’s move quickly,” Rhys orders, “and keep your eyes open for any enemies.”

They hurry around the trees to the tallest building on the island; the facilities main control tower.

“There’s a giant robot in there?” August asks, “how’s it gonna fit through that regular sized door?”

“The control panel on the inside opens this entire wall to release the Prototype,” Rhys replies.

“How do you know that?” Athena asks.

“Ja-I mean…” He stops, warily eyeing Brick, Zer0, and Krieg. “I…ran a diagnostic…of sorts…and found that out. A-anyway, once we release the Prototype, Gortys, you giant up and prepare to fight. Got it?”

“Aye aye, captain!” she chimes.

“Good,” he nods and looks at Fiona, Sasha, and Vaughn. “You guys ready?”

“Lead the way,” Vaughn replies and the four of them enter the building.

“Oh, this is kind of exciting,” Claptrap giggles, “a giant robot fight.”

“Why are you even here? How can you help?” Athena asks.

“I just went with whatever group I thought would be safest,” he shrugs.

Inside the tower, Rhys motions for the others to stay quiet as they stare up at the giant robot before them. It doesn’t seem to have noticed them and remains unresponsive.

Rhys pushes a button on the door’s control panel and the whole wall starts folding open. As the outside light spills in, the Prototype powers up.

“Get back,” Rhys hisses pushing his friends up against the wall.

“Okay, Gortys, it’s time!” Athena orders as they watch the giant door open up.

“Right!” she exclaims and grabs her upgrade part from seemingly out of nowhere.

“I still don’t get how we’re supposed to pilot her,” Brick remarks.

A bright light envelopes Gortys and quickly grows bigger and bigger, forcing everyone to retreat into the bushes as she breaks through the overheard branches. Finally the light dissipates, revealing her final, giant form.

“Oh, okay. Now it makes sense,” Brick says.

“Intruder,” a robotic voice sounds from the building and the Prototype begins to step out.

“Hurry, guys!” Gortys exclaims and kneels down, resting her hand on the ground. Athena, August, Brick, Zer0, and Krieg quickly climb on and she closes her fist around them. They soon rise up inside her control room, each behind their own control panel.

“Oohohoho, game time,” Krieg chortles.

“Yo, Mordy, you there?” Brick asks into his ECHO communicator.

“I hear ya, Brick,” Mordecai replies.

“You know, we’ve been through a lot of cool things, but this,” he smirks, “is the coolest.”

The Prototype exits the building, its footsteps nearly shaking the whole island. It’s not nearly as sleek looking as Gortys, and a lot more angular. Its head and shoulders are broad and square and it only has one, giant red eye that focuses on Gortys as she stands to face it.

“Intruder,” it creaks. She lifts her fists, ready to fight.

Claptrap trembles as he stares up at the two giant bots, both far taller than the surrounding trees.

“Ah, I-I was wrong! This isn’t cool at all and I do not feel safe!” he cries.

The Prototype takes another step forward, knocking a tree over, and Claptrap screams and races away.

Back inside the tower, Rhys quickly closes the giant door and everyone sighs with relief once inside the relatively safe dim lighting.

“Okay,” he says, “all we have to do is get to the top of the tower where the control room is. Then I’ll take control of the facility, the Prototype will obey me, and we’ll win the day.”

“So let’s go already,” Fiona orders and they face the stairwell; the very long, twisting stairwell that disappears into the darkness of the towering building.

“This may be harder than we thought,” Sasha groans.

They begin the ascent, steadily jogging and keeping their gaze focused upwards. As they climb, an old fast travel station on the first floor suddenly lights up and begins digistructing something, the pixels slowly piecing together. Once it has finished, a voice cries out, “halt!”

Rhys and the others stop at the third landing, looking around with surprise.

“Who said that?” Fiona asks.

“I did,” a pixel-y voice replies as something light blue flies up towards them. It stops, floating in middle of the room and glaring at them. It appears to be a man in a simple suit with glasses, a pocket protector, and neatly combed hair. But he’s pixelated and transparent, like a digistructed clone.

“What-who-who are you?” Rhys asks, bewildered.

“I am Peter Nestle, Atlas Director,” he replies, “and I will not allow you take my facility!”

#borderlands #borderlands 2 #tales from the borderlands #borderlands fanfiction #borderlands au #myocs #myart

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lyrazehedgieboiii · 5 years ago

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I have an idea for sonic boom where sonamy boom 3 little kids travel to the past and you know like maybe accidentally used tails invention...when they are in past sonic freaks out at first but then he’s like at the end “am so gonna be the cool parent int the future” teases amy and btw i love ur stories 💗💗

Haha, of course! I swear, as soon as I got on Tumblr and saw your ask, I was like ��OMG OMG OPEN A GOOGLE DOC START WRITING DROP EVERYTHING AHHHH”Sorry I’m a bit late, my laptop’s battery went dead and I was scared that the story wouldn’t save, but it did! But now here I am, hope you like it~

“What. The. Hell. Are. Those.” Sonic said, as his eyes grew wide at the little hedgehogs standing right in front of him.

“Hi, dad!” One of the little ones exclaimed. He sure did look a lot like Sonic himself.

“Woah, Sonic, he called you dad! You didn’t tell me you had kids! But don’t you think Amy’s a little too young to have children?” Tails asked his big-brother figure.

“T-Tails, seriously, they aren’t my kids! I’m not dating Amy or anything!” Sonic stuttered. The truth was that he was madly in love with Amy, he just didn’t want to admit it.

“What do you mean, daddy? You always go to mommy everyday and kiss her, and tell her that you love her! You two leave us with Uncle Tails while you go on dates!” The youngest one said. He was an exact replica of Sonic.

“Be quiet, Skid! Daddy tells us that he loves us too! Right, Blur?” The middle one said, looking over to her right, where a midnight blue hedgehog, possibly six, looked up.

“Yeah.” He looked up to Tails. “Uncle Tails, did you make a shrink ray? ‘Cause you look shorter than usual!” Tails looked at himself. He looked completely the same.

“How old are your parents?” Tails asked, hoping he could find out who their parents were. Their parents certainly couldn’t be Sonic and Amy. Amy was only 14, and Sonic was going to turn 18 soon. The oldest child looked about 6. Definitely not Amy’s child.

“Daddy is…” the youngest, who’s name is Skid and was about 3, stared off into space, trying to remember. “27!” Sonic looked surprised. He tugged at his scarf. That would’ve meant that Amy would have his kids at the age of 18...Was he really that much of a wimp?!

“Do mommy and daddy have rings on their fingers?” Tails asked, as if he knew what Sonic was thinking.

“Yes! Mommy has a diamond ring on her finger, along with some other rings.” So, they were engaged at the time?..

“Are they married?” Sonic asked, interrupting Tails from asking the exact same question. All three of the children shook their heads.

“Mommy said that you and her will get married soon, and she said I could be the flower girl!” the middle one giggled. She looked so much like Amy. She had jade eyes, with speckles of emerald in them. Sonic loved her immediately.

“Sonic, these kids must be from the future! How did you three get here?” Tails asked, hoping they would say through his invention.

“Well, you told us not to go near that,” the oldest one pointed to the machine that the kids came through.”

“Fascinating. It must be a time machine.” Tails muttered, forgetting about the four hedgehogs in the room.

“Oh boys! I brought the food you asked for!~” An angelic voice appeared, and the trio ran toward it. Amy was surprised by the sudden warmth on her legs, and found three little hedgies stuck to her, yelling “Mommy!” “You’re back!!” “WHERE WERE YOU?!” Amy wondered whose kids these were and why they were calling her ‘mommy.’ They looked like a mix of herself and Sonic.

“Amy! Thank Chaos you’re here! These kids are from the future! They came through a time machine! They’re ours.” Amy widened her eyes. She looked back at the hugging hedgehogs.

“This isn’t a prank, right? You’re telling the truth?” Amy said in a gentle, sensitive voice, which surprised Sonic, as he was used to hearing her coaching, cheering voice. “You know my feelings aren’t a toy you can just play with.” Yeesh, why was she so moody?

“Ames, it’s not a prank, I swear, they’re our kids.” Amy’s cheeks went red. “No time to fantasize, our future selves are probably worried sick!” Amy shook out of her thoughts and all the questions she had.

“I wasn’t fantasizing! I was just...wondering…” Amy took the kids in her arms, not worrying about their weight, because of the fact that she carries a humongous hammer. She walked over to Tails and put them down. “So, what are your names?” She asked, kneeling down. Sonic had a wave of pride splashing upon his heart. That was weird. It usually happened when Sonic defeated Eggman’s robots or when he saved his friends. The oldest one spoke up.

“I’m Blur, that’s my sister, Ariana, and that,” he pointed to his little brother. “Is Skid.” Amy smiled. She couldn’t believe that these tiny little chubby potatoes were hers.

“Has anyone told you guys how adorable you are?” Only Ariana giggled.

“Yeah, you tell us that everyday, mom.” the oldest one and youngest one said simultaneously. “I see where you get your attitude from.” Amy looked up at Sonic, who was glaring at her.

“Not only attitude, but also good looks~” Sonic posed, pretending to flex his non-existent muscles. Amy suddenly was caught in a daze. She had a lovey-dovey look on her face.

“Oh no, it’s happening again. Even young daddy makes young mommy all red-happy.” Red happy was the sonamy childrens’ way of saying that someone was blushing. They didn’t need an explanation, they understood.

“I WAS RIGHT! IT WAS A TIME MACHIN- Oh sorry, I probably interrupted your little family moment.” Tails said, looking at the young family before him.

“OHOHOHO, SONIC THE HEDGEHOG, PREPARE FOR YOUR DOOM!” A loud explosion was heard, and everyone quickly went outside to see Eggman in his Eggmobile, looking confident, as though he was going to win the battle.

“Ames, stay with the kids, take them inside, and make sure Eggman doesn’t see them!” Tails ‘aww’ed at the sight of Sonic being a protective ‘dad’, but quickly regained focus, and went on the X-Tornado to fire missiles. Amy obeyed the order, and quickly grabbed all three of the munchkins and went inside. The kids were squirming, wanting to go outside and participate, but Amy blocked the only way out.

“Mommy, why are you blocking the door? You always let us go Eggbutt’s robots!” Blur cried. Amy was horrified. Will she really be that irresponsible about the kids when she’s older?”

“No. Not today. It’s not safe, you could get hurt!” Amy said, holding the three in her arms. She heard their complaints, and felt their kicks, but held onto them anyway. She noticed Ariana scooted away from the cuddle-pile. Amy let go of the two in her arms, and walked over to the bubblegum hedgehog.

“What’s wrong, Ariana?” Ariana started whimpering, and that got Amy scared. Did she do something wrong? Ariana jumped into Amy’s arms, getting cradled by her mother. The middle child pulled away.

“I just distracted you so that Blur and Skid could go outside.” Ariana giggled, her laugh sounding a lot like Amy when she was four. Amy ran out the door, leaving Ariana in a puddle of laughter. She saw her targets, and almost fainted. They were battling, and helping Sonic! They were running around, beating the crab-bots and bee-bots with Sonic’s spin dash. With so many Sonic’s at once, the robots were all defeated within fifteen seconds. Sonic gathers his future offspring into his arms and threw them into the air. He caught them before Amy has a heart attack. She walks right up to them and starts to scold them.

“You two should be ashamed of yourselves! Your father tells you to stay inside, I tell you to stay inside, but what do you do?! You have your sister distract me with emotion, and run outside and help your father! I just wanted you three to stay safe! You’re lucky your dad didn’t scold you!” Amy had a dark and scary aura behind her that scared Blur and Skid.

“Mommy?” an innocent little voice melted the hearts’ of everyone that had heard her, except her brothers, you deal with this all the time.

“Yes, Princess?” Amy asked, but then looked at herself in shock. She was aware that this was her future child, and she was aware that she’d only just met them.

“I’m sorry I tricked you.” Ariana said, her eyes full of tears. Yes, of course Amy would feel guilty, Sonic just narrowed his eyes at his future child.

“Don’t get all regretful, Ames. I’ve seen this trick before.” Amy turned and looked at him. What trick? “You used to do this all the time. You’d guilt-trip anyone into getting what you want and making sure you were never blamed for something you clearly did.” Amy just glared at him, his words sinking in. Was she really a guilt-tripper? Well, at least she didn’t blackmail. Ariana made a pouting face at the younger version of her dad.

“Well, this was fun and all, but I think it’s time that the SonAmy children head home.” Sonic and Amy spun their heads to their two-tailed fox friend, who was just standing there with a smirk. Amy felt a bit sad, until Sonic held one of her hands. He smiled. Yes, you read right! He smiled at Amy. She felt happy, and took the kids back inside. Tails walked over to the time machine.

“So, while you were hanging out as a family, I figured out how to work this thing!” Tails exclaimed.

“Make sure ya don’t send them to the dinosaur times. Future me and Amy wouldn’t be very happy.” Sonic said, putting his arms behind his back.

“You know Sonic, I’m surprised how you’re this chill about having kids.” Tails replied, acting like he was fixing something in the machine. Sonic dropped out of his pose and glared at Tails. He glanced at Amy and saw her blush. Perfect opportunity.

“Well, Tails, I sure hope we have more than three, cause it must’ve been fun makin’ those kids.” He humped the air as if he were doing that to Amy. Her face went redder than a tomato and she made a disgusted face at him.

“There are children in our presence! Say something appropriate for once!” Amy yelled at him. He just chuckled, doing his signature rub-under-the-nose thing. Amy rolled her eyes.

“What’re mommy and daddy talking about?” Skid asked his ‘uncle Tails.’

“Grown up stuff.” Tails said, trying to avoid that question as much as possible, not wanting his future nieces and nephews getting scarred for life. They nodded. Tails turned to the flirting couple. “It’s time for you to say ‘bye,’” Tails said, while Ariana nuzzled into his leg. He smiled, feeling a tear slide down his cheek. He hugged the little ones, and pushed them to their past parents. They all hugged, Sonic tried to snuggle into Amy’s neck. They let go, and they lead the kids into the time machine.

“Bye, mom and dad!” they all said. Amy felt like crying again. Sonic held onto her waist, making her hit his arm.

“Yeesh, Ames. I was just trying to comfort you!” Sonic exclaimed, rubbing his arm.

“Stop acting like a married couple! You two aren’t married yet here or in their time.” Tails yelled at them, pointing at their future kids. “Okay, ready guys?” Tails asked. They nodded. He pushed a button, causing them and the machine to go back to their time. “Future me is gonna get beat up by future them.” Tails muttered as he saw Sonic kiss Amy’s cheek and laugh at her reaction.

“I’ll be such a cool dad~” Amy rolled her eyes.

“We’ll see about that.”

Well, you never know what’s going to happen in the future.

This was so much fun to write!!! By the way, I won’t be able to post until the weekend because of University stuff.

#sonamy #sonamy future #sonamy boom #sonamy prompt #sonamy oneshot #tails the fox #amy rose #sonic the hedgehog #sonic trash #lyra ze hedgie boiii #im so tired #hope you enjoyed #hello to the people reading the tags

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haxorus-imp · 5 years ago

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Seasonal Sensations - Alien Affections Halloween Spin-Off

The streets around the roundabout were alive with the chatter of random civilians as they walked to and fro from their respective destinations. Each civilian was wearing a unique costume of certain creatures, beings, and real idols. Some were with children, others were teenagers or adults their age. Attending parties, haunted houses, country side mazes, and Halloween festivals! It was amazing how another planet other than your own celebrated a holiday that behaves just like the one on your own planet. They even called it the exact same thing! The lovely season of Halloween. One of your most favorite holidays of the year! You watched the dressed up townsfolk walk by the manor from the foyer window, which was decorated to look like a horrifying abandoned mansion. False gravestones, spiderwebs, fog, and eerie scenery lights really made the environment around the house much more ominous. Along with a few props that were littered around the property. Some were 'hanging trees', Skeletons poking out of the ground, and eye-lights that were hidden in the darkness around the property. You can even tell how effective it was from the unnerved expressions some of the townspeople would give the house. You're even wondering if some of the people outside could see your lone figure in the window. Just watching them from inside like a creep. Yet, the real terror and sinister feeling of the house would intensify when the sun finally left the sky. It being about 3:40 PM, currently. Early parties were beginning to start and haunted attractions were beginning to prepare to open. You and your housemates, however, were gonna go out and see the town. Which made you excited! You haven't been out of the house that much, it would be nice to visit shops, attractions, and buy some candy. You might even take little Hat-Bot trick or treating! You chuckle lightly at the thought and move away from the window and begin to head back into the kitchen from the foyer. The real fun begins later, when you all dress up in your costumes and set the pumpkins out. You're so excited! But, first, you have to finish carving your pumpkin. Everyone else had managed to get up earlier than you and finish up before lunch. That just leaves you and Hat-Bot left. After that, dress up time and everyone will reveal their costumes! Currently walking into the kitchen with a pep in your step, an eager cry from a familiar robot made your heart swell when you fully entered the kitchen. Looking at the kitchen table, you could see large orange pumpkins sitting on the table, a few with knives sticking out of them. Present in front of one of them, was little Hat-Bot. Who was attempting to carve his very own pumpkin. The first one he has ever attempted to carve since he was built. He was waving at you, dangerously waving the knife around in his hand, and he was beaming with pride at his creation. You approach the table, which was covered with protective newspaper and pumpkin seeds and guts. You steadily wave at Hat-bot and examine the designs on the others' pumpkins. You look at them all and notice that Dementias' carving was a mess of erratically cut shapes, Flugs' pumpkin had an atom symbol carved into it, and Black Hat had a typical top hat with devil horns carved into his. 5.0.5 didn't carve a pumpkin, because the poor bear was so fearful of handling a knife. He also probably didn't want to get pumpkin guts in his soft cyan fur, which is understandable. You haven't carved your pumpkin with your chosen design yet, but it seems that Hat-Bot was working on his own at the moment. When you approached he happily tuned his pumpkin to face you, which revealed a crude carving that showed guidelines of you, Flug, and himself together as a trio. You couldn't help but smile at the little bots' effort. "Look, other creator! I'm carving me and my creators together! Isn't it perfect?" Hat-Bot happily said, griping his metal claws tightly, tightening his grip on the carving knife and squishing some pumpkin pulp into his free metallic palm. Not in rage, but in giddiness. You laughed and patted his head, brushing some pumpkin seeds off of his bowler hat while you were at it, and nodded. "It's coming along great, Hat-Bot!" You cheer, taking a seat next to the robot at the table, to carve out your own chosen design. "I'm glad! What's yours gonna have, other creator?" Hat-Bot asked curiously, to which you picked up the paper guide with your chosen design on it and showed it to him. "Ooooo! I like it! Nice choice!" Hat-Bot happily nodded in approval at the design you picked. "Thank you!" You smile, setting the design down and pulling over a nearby tape roller. You watch as Hat-Bot went back to carving the pumpkin with absolute precision. Following the lines flawlessly. You won't lie, you're kinda jealous of his ability to track and cut lines effortlessly. That's probably some of the pros of being a robot, you guessed. You decided to get working on your own pumpkin. Taping the guide for your design to the nicest and cleanest side of the pumpkin. You pull over the carving tools from the others' abandoned stations and you begin to work on your pumpkin. It was about 30 minutes later. The design was finally poked into your pumpkins body. You twist your hand and exercise the stiff muscles and you stretch a bit. Hat-Bot was still working on his design. Concentrating hard on his pumpkin and such. You're actually pretty happy that it was just you two. Dementia has been bothering Black Hat all day, guessing over and over again that he was gonna be a groom. Which obviously put Black Hat in a bad mood for most of the morning, just until he finally got to his office and found refuge from Dementia's bothersome ways. 5.0.5 has been fairly uneasy from the talk of monsters, pranks, and scares. Flug has had to calm him down more than once, mostly because Black Hat has been spooking the poor bear on purpose. And, as for Flug, you don't really know what he's going to be doing for Halloween. He doesn't seem bothered by it in anyway. Nor has Black Hat been pranking him as bad as he's been pranking the bear. Flug will probably stay indoors and work. Speaking of your housemates, you're actually fairly surprised that Black Hat would go out of his way to celebrate Halloween. He's not apposing anything that involves the holiday. He's allowing everyone to dress up, he has decorated his own house, and even the inside of the house was decorated with Halloween decor. Color you surprised, you actually think Black Hat LOVES Halloween! You can't really blame him. You love Halloween too! I mean, you've been working on a special costume for Halloween for about a week now. It's a full suit too! Many movable parts and such. It was pretty hard to make!

Hopefully jaws will hit the floor when you show it off.

But first, this pumpkin needs to get finished up! Without anymore mental distractions, you continue to work on the pumpkin. Along with Hat-Bot, who seemed to be completely in the zone as well. You both began to work hard to get the pumpkins done in time for the sun to set. -- You panted out in brief exhaustion. You admired your pumpkins' finally finished carved design. Which took you about 2 and a half hours. The design you picked for your pumpkin stood out and was almost perfectly executed. Hat-Bot was also finished with his design, which he eagerly showed you and you congratulated him for it. Now that it was complete and not so crude, you realized that it was a nice family-esque picture of you, Flug, and Hat-Bot. The sides were expertly trimmed and the placing of the cut out pieces made the design all the more vibrant. The remaining pumpkin pieces giving the design an outline and allowing the darker pieces to stand out. For a first timer, Hat-Bot could carve like a champ! Maybe Flug could enter him in a contest next year. You sighed in relief as you looked at your gunk covered and sticky hands, finally relieved that the pumpkin was done. Maybe next year you'll just do a typical shape face. "It looks wonderful, other creator!" Hat-Bot squealed. Bouncing on his wheel as he stood next to you. You grinned in pride. "Thank you, Hat-Bot. But, we really should clean this mess up. It's about time for everyone to get ready to dress up in their costumes~!" You sang, standing up from your seat and taking some of the bowls that were filled with pumpkin guts over to the trash and throwing them away. You and Hat-Bot cleaned up the kitchen table and carefully cleaned the pumpkins clean of any sticky pumpkin remains. Then, you bunched up the newspaper and threw it into the recycling bin. With the table cleaned and the pumpkins perfected as well, you begin to look for the respective candles that you and Flug designed for this exact moment. After searching through some supply drawers in the kitchen, you found the said candles. You asked Hat-Bot to assist in carrying the pumpkins out to the front entrance, to which Hat-Bot happily accepted. With a little bit of extra extension to his arms, Hat-Bot had managed to carry the four pumpkins. You carried the last one, which happened to be yours. You grabbed up the candles, a safety lighter, and your own pumpkin. Then you both headed into the foyer and out the front door. Once out there, you sat your pumpkin down and began to take the others from Hat-Bot. Setting Black Hats' pumpkin front and center, obviously. Flugs' to the pumpkins' right. Dementia's to the pumpkins' left. You and Hat-Bots' pumpkins were placed on the opposite side of the doorway. Putting yours farthest from the door and Hat-Bots' closest to it. You both stood back and observed your handy work. Finding the places suitable, you popped the lid off of them all and started to set candles in each of the pumpkins. A bright blue one for Flugs', a bright pink one for Dementia, an eerie green one for Black Hats', a bright yellow one for Hat-Bots', and your own personal color for yours. Once all of the candles were placed, you allowed Hat-Bot to light them all. Once lit, you placed the lid on them again and stood back. The candles that you and Flug designed were to act like botanic sources of light. As in, when place in a fruit or vegetable, the light would stay lit until the plant eventually rots away. The specific fire that is made also doesn't produce heat, it's more of a luminescent light source rather than a heat source. For a simpler term, these lights are fueled by the plants they are placed in and function like glow-in-in-the-dark objects. Just brighter and more concentrated. Not only that, but the color of the specific wick can also change the color of the 'flame'. Which was being demonstrated by the pumpkins, as the wicks from within were giving the pumpkins their own natural colored glows. Black Hats' design was lit up an eerie green and not a typical orange-red. Same with Dementia's, Flugs', and your own. The only thing that looked normal was Hat-Bots'. Yet, even if it was yellow, it was still too bright to be natural. It looked like colored sunlight was pouring through his pumpkin. Even so, you looked proudly down at your housemates and your own work. Flug will be happy to hear that the candles function correctly, just like they were designed too. "Aren't they wonderful, other creator!? They're glowing~!" Hat-Bot shouted, spinning in place on his wheel in excitement. You smiled and nodded. "Yep! We all did a good job this year! Especially with the colored bio-candles!" You said, nodding in agreement. Then, you look up toward the sky. The sun was finally going down and the streets were becoming more and more lively as families and teenagers begin to file out into the streets and down the sidewalks. Many of the children were dressed up as superheroes or super villains. Some were dressed up as classic monsters and there were a few...questionable costumes, but it was the time for it, so why not? The city was tinted a reddish-orange as the sky was being painted an autumn pallet of colors. Reds, oranges, and yellows were mingling and blending in the sky above Hatsville. A nice, but slightly chilly, breeze was blowing through the city from the nearby ocean. You took in the sight and recorded it to memory. The sight, the smell, and the just sheer aura of the holiday was all around. It made you feel good. Then, you came back to this Earth when you felt tugging on your arm coming from Hat-Bot. To which the little robot looked excited. "Other creator! Now that the pumpkin carving is done, can we go get our costumes on now?!" Hat-Bot eagerly bounce on his wheel, giving you a pleading expression. You couldn't say 'no' to that face of endearment. "Of course. The sun is setting and people are active. Lets' get ready to hit the town in our outfits!" You exclaim as you and an excited Hat-Bot go back into the house. Once you were back inside, you caught sight of Flug looking for something as he came down the stairs, judging from how his gaze locked with your own, you could'ave guessed that he was coming down the stairs to look for you. You both met up at the bottom of the stairwell and Hat-Bot greeted Flug with a wave, to which Flug returned. "So, how did the pumpkin carving go?" Flug asked. "It went off without any difficulty! The candles even functioned as well! So, chalk that up as a success, Flug!" You said as you gave him a thumbs up. Flug looked much more excited and relieved as you told him the good news. "That's great, (Name)! So, are you both going to get into your outfits?" Flug questioned, to which you nodded. "Yep! I hope you guys like my costume. I worked really hard on it! What are you going to be Flug? Wait! Don't tell me! Is it gonna be a mad doctor costume~?" You tease, bumping Flugs' shoulder slightly. Flug grew flustered and huffed. "Of course not! That's too obvious! I designed mine based off of a hobby of mine." Flug explained. "It's something I do and I'm skilled in." "My creators are going to dress up~! I hope you both approve of my costume as well!" Hat-Bot said, rolling around you in a circle. "What's Black Hat and Dementia doing, Flug?" You ask, to which he flinched a little. "W-Well! Black Hat is getting pestered by Dementia once more. She's trying to get him to go with them as a pair. A...bride and a groom. Black Hat is obviously refusing to abide to those demands and he's getting pretty frustrated with Dementia's persistence." Flug sighed. "She has been like this before you arrived. I don't know why Black Hat puts up with it every year." He continued. "Yeah. I kinda figured that she would be like that. She's not really secretive of her costume, isn't she? Everyone could predict that she was going to be a bride." You said, shrugging and shaking your head. "Well, I don't recommend going up there right now. But, if you have your costumes up there, I think it would be best to not go near the office for a bit." Flug suggested, before walking forward a little and getting off of the stairs. "My costume is in the lab. I'll get it on and we can all meet up here in the foyer." Flug said. To which you nodded in agreement. "Sounds good to me! Come on Hat-Bot, lets' go get your costume on!" You say, to which Hat-Bot excitedly bounced up the stairs ahead of you. "W-Whoa! Hey! S-Slow down, Hat-Bot! Hahahaha!" You shout as you zoom up the stairs after the speedy little robot. Flug shook his head and continued to the lab, determined to get his chosen outfit on. The house was alive with the preparations of Halloween. As you hurry after an energetic Hat-Bot through decorated hallways and into your room, which was left the same as always. Unlike the foyer and hallways, which were decorated with various Halloween-themed items and decor. You bend down and pull out a box from underneath your bed, Hat-Bot eagerly looming over your shoulder. Once the box was opened, it revealed a ghoul costume inside that was about Hat-Bots' size. Said robot made a delightful whirring noise as he caught sight of the costume. "Ready Hat-Bot?" You tease, pulling out the outfit and showing it to the giddy robot. "Yes! Yes, other creator! I wanna dress up and look scary!" Hat-Bot spun in place and reached for the costume. "Haha, okay then! Lift up your arms and I'll get you dressed." You say. It took a bit of effort and such to get Hat-Bot into his own personal costume. Some things were a little too loose for Hat-Bot and had to be tightened up. But, it was worth it! Hat-Bot just couldn't stay still when he was finally dressed in the black robe and hood. His glowing eyes peering out from under said hood gave him an edge. Though, you had to cut a little triangle-like opening in the front and the back of his outfit, as the cape would'ave caused him to repeatedly fall on his face. Him having a wheel and not a pair of legs like you normally wood. As well as instead of throwing the excess cloths away, you used it to hide any exposed metal from his body and even draped the cloth over and around his usually exposed metal neck. Like a long flowing scarf. He really appreciated the fluid mobility and the extra additions to his outfit. With a lot of energy and affection for his costume, you told him to go back down and wait for the others in the foyer, like Flug said. He questioned about your costume, to which you just stated that is was a lot more complicated and it was going to be a surprise. Hat-Bot, while curious, decided to obey you and make the journey back downstairs to wait for the others. He inwardly wondered what your costume was going to be! -- Everyone, except yourself, was gathered in the foyer. Each one of the housemates were dressed up in outfits that seemed to fit them perfectly. Hat-Bots' ghoul outfit seemed to impress only Flug and 5.0.5, but Black Hat and Dementia didn't seem all that impressed. Flug himself was wearing a WW2 wartime fighter pilot outfit. Having a scarf covering the lower half of his face, a leather hat concealing the top, and flight goggles to allow him to see without exposing too much of his face. Along with the iconic leather jacket and thickly stitched brown pants. Dementia was obviously a corpse bride, with a torn white dress, spider webbing stockings, long-sleeved gloves, zombie make up, and a withered bouquet to bring it all together. 5.0.5 was attempting to pull off a werewolf costume, but it seemed that he fluffed up his cyan fur too much. As he resembled a super fluffy cat instead. Black Hat was dressed up as a regal vampire. Decked out in some ruby themed jewels, a long silk cape, a thick long-sleeved red Victorian outfit, and with extended two front upper canines, that didn't seem to be fake at ALL. He was currently tapping his foot in impatience at your extended absence. "Where are they?! We were supposed to be out of here by seven! What could POSSIBLY be taking them so long?!" Black Hat complained. "I-I...uh...I don't know, sir. I mean, they did say that it took a while to make." Flug reasoned. 5.0.5 just made a slightly-worried whine, while Dementia made an absolutely bored version of a whine. "Other creator said that it was secret too. I don't get what would be so secretive about a costume...but I guess they must'ave really worked hard on it! Other creator is so determined and persistent~!" Hat-Bot sang, twirling around again and allowing his cape to flow out and around him. Much to Black Hats' annoyance. "Well, they either get here in the next ten minutes, or we leave without them. There are civilians ripe for the scaring out there! There's nothing better than scaring a child and taking their candy~! Hehehehe!" Black Hat cackled. Then, the sound of heavy footsteps came into hearing distance and everyone fell silent. Thump.

Thump.

Thump. Then, a large figure appeared at the top of the stairs. Hat-Bot let out a cry of shock as a large monster came into view.

An alien like creature, walking on its' hind legs, a large flicking tail, extended arms, claws, and an intimidating set of teeth were present on it. It had a weirdly shaped head and no eyes were present on it.

It turned its' head when it heard Hat-Bot cry out, showing its' full body when it walked out in front of the stairs. Everyone at the bottom of the stairwell was either staring in awe or shivering in anticipation. Then, the large creature began to descend the stairs, it's feet clutching down on the stairs and it's nails hooking over the edges. The group backed off a bit to allow it to come down onto the floor. Once down and safely on the floor, the large monster looked over toward Flug. To which he and Hat-Bot, who was taking refuge behind his creator, jumped in surprise and shock. There was a brief silence. Then, the creatures mouth opened. "Is this suit cool or what?!" Your voice echoed from within the confines of the suit. To which everyone immediately relaxed. "Oh...my stars. (Name)! You scared us!" Flug chided. "Them. You scared THEM." Black Hat quickly interjected. To which Flug just nodded along. "Wow! That costume is more eerie and complex than mine!" Dementia squealed, eagerly going over to investigate your outfit. "I know~! It's a costume I have been working on for a while! It's a full biped suit of a Xenomorph. A fictional alien from my planet! What could be a better fitting costume for an alien than to be an alien!" You cackled. "Wow! It's really impressive, (Name)!" Flug said, intrigued by the design. "I hope it is! I blended some engineering aspects and some cosplay skills together. The engineering makes my hands and feet move, the others are the tail and mouth. It's like a large puppet from within here. Squeezing levers and pressure sensitive mechanics makes the body parts move and shift. It's a piece of art, I tell you what." You cheerfully added. A clearing of a throat caught everyone's attention. Black Hat was standing alone, giving you an impatient glare. "It took you forever! We need to go out, right NOW!" Black Hat demanded. You waved the suits' arms in a 'calm down ' motion and nodded. "Okay! Okay! I'm here, we can go!" You caved, making your way to the door. "Is 5.0.5 going to stay here?" "Yes, he is. He gets spooked easy on Halloween and will stay here and watch the house and give out candy to treat-or-treaters as they come by." Flug explained, to which you nodded. "Yes, yes! The bear is staying here, hurry up you slouches!" Black Hat ordered, walking over to the front door and opening it. Then, he walked out onto the patio. Dementia quickly followed along and Flug made his way outside, Hat-Bot still clinging to him, and you begin to make your way out the door and into the chilly night. "Be good, 5.0.5! If Hat-Bot gets any candy, I'm sure he'll split it with you when we get back!" You said. After your brief farewell to the bear, you closed the front door, and turned around to face the street. You could see many houses decorated with pumpkins, bats, skeletons, and witches. Some had inflatable mascots out in their yard and others went about as full out as Black Hat did. Fog and fake gravestones littered one yard and the screams and cries of joyful children were bountiful in the chilly night air. The sky was barely illuminated with the fading lights of the sun, becoming an autumn twilight. A few stars were visible and not a cloud was to be seen. Looking forward again, you could see large and small groups of people walking up and down the streets. Some stands were set up for certain festivities and a couple of roadblocks were preventing any cars from coming through. They have probably rented the streets out or closed them off for the festivals. Most likely to keep the pedestrians safe. Then, you could hear menacing laughter coming from next to you, which caused you to look over and see Black Hat with a mischievous grin on his face and he was also wringing his hands in a typical impish manner. You gave him a disapproving stare from within the confines of your suit and you shook your head. You guessed that Black Hat loved this holiday for the fact that he could torment other people other than his minions for an entire day. Figures. Then, without another word, you could see Black Hat dart off the patio and out the iron gates in front of the house. Dementia then immediately followed him shouting- "Wait for me, husband!" as she too exited the iron gates and followed the fleeing Black Hat. "For the LAST TIME, Dementia! I am NOT your 'husband'!" You hear Black Hat yell in the distance. You would'ave face-palmed if you weren't wearing this suit. So, you just sighed. "I will never understand those two and their relationship." You say. "Ditto." Flug agreed. "Anyway, what do you wanna do first, (Name)?" Flug asked, which surprised you. "Wait, what? What do I wanna do? I mean...um...I was gonna take Hat-Bot trick-or-treating. He even has his robot-themed pail for the occasion." You reply, gesturing to Hat-Bot and his trick or treating bucket. "Well. I have nothing to do and it isn't even 7:30 yet. Lets' hit some of the nearby houses then!" Flug suggested as he walked out in front of you and Hat-Bot stayed in between you both. Now calmed from the earlier scare that your costume gave him. "Okay then! Next, we can partake in some of the festivals and events happening around here!" You eagerly state, following after them with ease. Thanks to your extended legs. Once you all passed through the iron gates, Flug seemed to close the gates back and flip over a sign that was hanging on the iron gates. At first, it said 'Beware! No candy pass this point!' with a skull and crossbones under the words. But once Flug flipped it, it said 'The courageous will be rewarded with candy...IF THEY SURVIVE!' with a sugar skull that was crossed with chocolate bars instead of bones. "There we go! House is ready for trick-or-treaters!" Flug declared. "Now, lets' go find some houses for Hat-Bot to get some candy at." Flug said, walking with you and Hat-Bot. You looked back and the moment you all cleared the entrance, some young trick-or-treaters had stopped in front of the iron gates and seemed to be nervous to go up to the house. Thankfully, the only scary thing there is the atmosphere. 5.0.5 will do a good job at calming the kids and giving them their well-earned candy. But, now is not the time to sluggishly lag. It's Halloween! Time to have some fun~! -- You have no idea what time it was, but one things' for sure, you wished this night would last forever. The first thing you did was trick or treat with Hat-Bot, the poor little robot didn't know what to do at first. But, with a guiding hand from Flug, the robots' first house was a success. Then, you all went to about 5 more houses. One which loved Hat-Bots' costume so much, they gave him two pieces of candy. Though, there was the common misconception from a few houses that Hat-Bot was a human child and that you and Flug were his parents. Which caused both of you and Flug to get flustered. You didn't really bother to correct them either. Maybe it was just easier to go along with it. You took him to plenty more houses, before Hat-Bot got bored and wanted to partake in some of the activities that were stationed around the city blocks. Haunted houses. Horror Attractions. Stand Games. Hay Rides. Pumpkin launching. Pumpkin squashing. You name it! You have to admit, the scenery, the feel, and just the sheer enjoyment of being out and about seemed to quell your homesickness temporarily. It just...FELT like you were home. Like you were back on Earth and celebrating Halloween with some friends of yours. The holiday spirit was holding off any grief or pain that lingers from being away from home for so long. This is probably what you needed. Just a calm night, being out and about and seeing other people having a great time. You felt great! So, in the end of decision-making, you all decided to try out a haunted house. Which provided some hilarious results. You wound up scaring the actors with your costume! When they would jump out, Flug and Hat-Bot would jump in surprise, but you would look toward the actor and making a hissing noise. To which the actor would break character and freak out. After the scare, you would just bust out laughing. Effectively making the actor realize that it was a suit. It wasn't the worst experience or haunted house, but it was hilarious to see the actors get scared of your costume. However, that wasn't the only experience you had with your costume. As some people actually were in such awe of it, that they personally asked you to take a picture with them. To which you happily obliged. Poses ranging from eating the persons' head, to wrapping your tail around them, them petting you 'How to train your dragon' style, and both you and the person giving the camera a thumbs up. Some people even wanted to 'feed' you candy. So you would open the suit mouth and allow people to throw in store-bought candy. After a certain amount of candy is collected, to which it begins to obscure your vision, you would motion for Hat-Bots' bucket and 'puke' all of the candy into his bucket. Any witnesses of the situation would make grossed out noises, obviously. But, you just found it pretty funny. Hat-Bot didn't trick-or-treat much, since he was a robot and wouldn't be able to ingest any of the sugary treats, not unless he wanted locked up gears and functioning problems. I mean, sugar can kill a car engine, no telling what they could do to poor little Hat-Bot. He did it for the experience and claimed that the 'experience' is exactly the same thing, just a different house. Hat-Bot doesn't get why it's so amusing to kids. You just told him that if he could eat candy, he would understand why kids love this holiday so much. To which he just replied that it was a human thing. But him, Flug , and yourself did have a great time with the other events. Shooting pumpkins at artificial targets on the side of a windowless buildings' wall, buying seasonal juices from a stand (curtsy of Flug), going on a hay ride (which you couldn't do because your suit was too big), and getting Halloween grab-bags for prizes! You all were carrying a fair amount of stuff and your energy had been mostly drained. Moving around in this suit can be quite tiring. But, hopefully, once you all get back. You'll have a nice fall-oriented dinner. "Did you have fun, Hat-Bot?" You asked, looking over your filled hands to the little robot that was carrying bags of goodies and his candy bucket. At the mention of his name, he looked up at you and nodded. "I did, other creator! I have grown fond of this...Halloween! I already can't want for the next fall festival and Halloween! I wish it was like this every day!" Hat-Bot cheered and you let out a bit of joyful laughter yourself. "I understand the feeling. Halloween is such a good time of year. It's like the exact same holiday on my planet!" You joyfully said, noticing that you all were approaching the manors' roundabout. "I had fun too. It was great to get out and experience these traditions and events." Flug spoke up, as he was a little ways in front of you and Hat-Bot. "It was a nice change up. I'm glad that you approve of our holiday, (Name)!" Flug looked over his leather-clad shoulder, and you could tell that he was beaming from behind his pilot outfit. "I do! Thank you for letting me know and allowing me to attend it, Flug~!" You sang as you all crossed the street. The stands and crowds of people have long since cleared out. Now it was just officers removing the roadblocks and cleaning crews cleaning up litter and getting the roads back into prime condition for the next sunrise. It was a strange feeling. Seeing the streets once so full of people and now so barren of a single human being or party-goer. It was like for those few short hours, monsters came out to play and wrecked the city by partying. Now that the early morning is coming around, they all retreated, waiting once more to come back out to party for next years' Halloween event. Upon reaching the gates, you could see that the sign was flipped back onto its' beware side. Meaning that the candy bowl was empty and plenty of trick-or-treaters had stopped by the house. Hopefully. You haven't got a clue where Dementia and Black Hat are, but you figured they went out and had a wild night too. Much to Black Hats' discretion. You all passed through the iron gates, passed all of the intimidating decorations, and entered in through the front door. The nice warm atmosphere of the manor was welcomed. Warming up your suit and any of your partners' exposed skin. Then, a heavenly scent wafted in through the foyer from the kitchen. The sweet smell of cinnamon. "5.0.5! We're home!" Flug called. To which the cyan bear appeared from around the corner from the kitchen and greeted you all. "Baw!" The bear cooed, walking over to you all and helping you guys with your goodies. "Ah...thanks 5.0.5." You say, finally able to put your suits' arms down. "Say! What's cooking? It smells great!" You exclaim, sniffing the air. "Arooo!" 5.0.5 called, as he put all of your goodies and treats by the stairs. "I can't speak bear...but I'll just assume its' dinner." You say. "I'm gonna take a shower and change! I'll be down shortly!" You exclaim as you go up the stairs. "I'll do the same. 5.0.5, can you please watch Hat-Bot and give him some purple brand oil? He's getting low on battery and needs to be put to bed." Flug suggest, walking up the stairs to his own quarters. The bear nodded and held out his paw to a sleepy-looking Hat-Bot, which yawned and took his paw without much hesitation. You and Flug disappeared up the stairs and 5.0.5 tended to Hat-Bot. It was such an exhausting night. -- Later on, you come down the stairs and the smell of cinnamon, butterscotch, sweet potatoes, and a fowl of some kind was wafting through the air from the kitchen. You exit the foyer and some into the kitchen to see Hat-Bot nearly shutting down at the table, three empty cans of oil were present and it seems your nose was right. 5.0.5 was in the process of making dinner. An oven-baked turkey, sweet potato casserole, chicken stuffing, turkey gravy, and a cinnamon-butterscotch cake was currently cooling on the rack. "It smells WONDERFUL, 5.0.5! You are such a great cook!" You praise as you walk up next to Hat-Bot and he barely responds to you picking him up. "But, I'll be back in a few minutes. I have to put Hat-Bot down for his recharge." You explain, carrying Hat-Bot like a child and leaving the kitchen with him in tow. You disappear into the lab, just as the front door is opened and an agitated voice could be heard coming from the first figure that walked in through the door. "Dementia, you bloody idiot! I was going to have a good night out ON MY OWN and you just HAD to keep pestering me! Why must you be so stupid?!" Black Hat snapped, licking some blood off of the edges of his mouth. "Aww~! Come on, Blacky! I did hold that person down like you ASKED me to!" Dementia whined. "I asked for NO SUCH THING! I had that situation completely under control! You BLEW MY COVER by shouting out and attacking from my position!" Black Hat growled. "The human screamed so loud, someone obviously heard and called the cops! Even if you WERE my partner, stealth is OBVIOUSLY NOT YOUR FORTE!" Black Hat continued. Dementia gave him a saddened expression before her attention was suddenly drawn elsewhere. She began to sniff the air and her hungry stomach obviously made itself known by growling. "Ooohh~! The bear made dinner!" Dementia cackled and scurried off to the kitchen. Black Hat just made an angry grumble and noticed Flug approaching the stairwell. "Flug!" Black Hat shouted, causing the timid scientist to flinch and focus all of his attention on his boss. "E-Er...yes, sir?" Flug squeaked. "Is everyone in the house? (Name) and that useless little robot, I mean." Black Hat grumbled. To which Flug nodded. "Good." Without another word, Black Hat turned around and locked up the house with his own personal pair of house keys. "The house is locked up. We shall all meet in the kitchen for dinner." Black Hat ordered, before going into the kitchen himself. Flug sighed as he made it to the bottom of the stairwell and walked into the kitchen as well.

At least they didn't come home with wounds like they did last year. It was a little bit later and all of you were settled down around the table and eating the seasonal meal. It was delicious like you imagined it would. You have basically stuffed yourself full of food and you could feel your abdomen swelling painfully from the amount you consumed. But, it seems that the others had the same ideas. Gorging on the meal until they were ready to pop. Dementia would let out a whine every now and then, Black Hat was picking his teeth with his sharpened claw, Flug was sitting slack in the chair, and 5.0.5 looked like he was ready to hibernate. For once, nothing was chaotic. Nobody was fighting. It was just pure silent bliss. Then, shortly after, everyone began to let out yawns and seemed to allow their tiredness to catch up with them. Black Hat was the first to get up and depart, mostly without saying anything. Then, like a loyal dog, Dementia got up and followed him, seemingly going to bed too. Then, 5.0.5 began to yawn and picked up the rest of the departed dishes, putting them in the dishwasher and throwing the leftover bones of the turkey and half-eaten food away. After that, he made a little squeak-like sound and left the room, probably going to his dog bed to sleep as well. Flug then began to let out unseen yawns of his own, he stood up from the table, wished you goodnight, and began to make his way back to his room to turn in for the night. Shortly after all of your housemates went to bed, you began to make headway to your own room as well. Checking on Hat-Bot one last time, finding him slumbering soundly, you then make your way up to your room. Once there, you collapsed onto your bed and wriggled under the covers. The soft sheets encased you in warmth, cool fresh smelling silky sheets welcomed you and at that moment, you couldn't be happier. You had a fun night. Halloween on another planet was actually...fun! It felt like home all over again. The feeling of autumn and all of it's wonders graced you with a temporary feeling of homeliness. For which, you are grateful. You still left all of those goodies down by the stairs, but they can wait till tomorrow. With your stomach full and your mind at ease, you had the easiest route to sleep than you have had in a while. The last thing on your mind at that moment, was that you were grateful to celebrate Halloween with Aliens this time. 'Happy Halloween, guys.' You mentally cheered. And with that thought, you drifted off to a comfortable and undisturbed sleep.

#alien affections #Villainous #Holiday Special #Reader Insert #Flug X Reader #Black Hat X Reader #Spin Off fic #Haxorus #Haxorus Imp #Halloween

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rattlung · 5 years ago

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aight homie i just finished a sandwich, let’s fucking go

(I have this thing where i firmly believe that crypto’s drone is like find familiar in dnd. just the idea of him sitting in a room with his squad and feeling secure enough to log onto the drone and get all this information and relay it to them, only to log off and find that they left already gets a cheeky little laugh out of me

also you’re gonna have to forgive all the inconsistencies with the areas such as building layouts in this compared to the game. i’m just rlly missin kings canyon and my brain refuses to process the new map well enough to remember what half the stuff looked like lmao)

and why are crypto and mirage always on the same team but their third gets switched out all the time? who knows. let it be a mystery

i chose established relationship btw :^)

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Mirage hated when the ring closed in in Fuel Depot. There were just too many angles to watch for, too many buildings to hole up in, and too many points of interests to rotate from. Ending up there before the ring caught up usually meant fighting too many squads at once without a break in between.

At least one of the teams had Pathfinder on it. He and Mirage were both perched on separate roofs across from the other, using the back wall and AC units for cover, keeping an eye on each other through the thick plexiglas. Every so often, they’d peek out and fire a few shots off, sometimes hitting, most of the time not.

Once, Mirage had gotten him good, the sound of Path’s shields shattering after two direct hits with his Wingman. Pathfinder immediately fell back into cover, but he upped the volume on his speakers to call out, “Amazing shots, friend!”

Mirage laughed and ducked behind his own cover to reload the pistol. “You’re not so bad yourself, for a bot!”

He couldn’t see him anymore, but he could still hear Pathfinder’s cheerful, “Thank you!”

Shaking his head, Mirage settled down to check his ammo. He could stand to continue his and Path’s weird little competition, poke him down some more to whittle away at his meds, but he wanted to be sure he had enough for the last fight. With the way things were, it was going to be a big one. He could see the alarming red glow of Wattson’s fences through the windows of the building Pathfinder had been standing on. There was no sign of Wraith, but Mirage knew she’d be close if not already knocked out of the match.

Caustic, his other teammate, had hunkered down in the smaller, single-floored house off to Mirage’s right. Every door was blocked off, denying entry to any enemies - and teammates, something Mirage was sure he did on purpose.

There wasn’t any movement anywhere else in Depot, but there were two more teams left that weren’t accounted for. Capitol City was close, but the amount of space that wasn’t being burnt up by the ring was small. If both teams were out there, they would have clashed by now, thought the only shots Mirage heard so far were his own and Pathfinder’s.

Crypto had muttered something about hunting them down a while ago. He’d hopped up onto a desk left behind on the top floor of Mirage’s building, tossed out his drone, and focused on the holo screen in front of him without another word. That had been about ten minutes ago and he still hadn’t said anything yet. Every so often, Mirage would catch sight of a green light zipping in between the little valley separating Depot from Capitol City, so he assumed the chase was still on.

Mirage looked back out over his AC unit and saw Pathfinder doing the same. Quickly, before he could tell himself no, Mirage fired his Wingman once, twice, and didn’t find his mark. Pathfinder ducked back again, anyway.

“Those were warning shots!”

Behind him, through the open door, he could hear Crypto speak. “Gibraltar’s squad,” he announced shortly. “Racing the ring.”

“Loud and clear,” Mirage replied even though he knew Crypto couldn’t hear him. Anything the drone couldn’t see or hear, neither could Crypto, at least when the remote was active. And the drone was way out there, toward Capitol city right where Mirage had expected a team to be. All three teams accounted for.

Wait, four teams. There were four teams left.

That was probably why he could hear footsteps beneath him.

Mirage jolted up to his feet and sprinted back inside, flinging the door shut behind him before Pathfinder could get any crazy ideas. He headed for the stairs rather than alert Crypto, because it might have been Caustic, and he didn’t want to look stupid and panic over a false alarm that would aggravate both of his teammates.

The door downstairs swung open and Mirage could hear the hollow clanking of metal canisters, the sound of boots hitting metal too fast to be Caustic.

Bangalore, then. Mirage had spent too long running from that sound to not recognize it. It was a little lucky, though. He’d fought her enough times to know that she could get a little too eager for a kill; seeing a target with its back to her tunneled her vision. Mirage could handle her, he just needed to take the fight downstairs and away from his stationary teammate.

Who knows, maybe the fighting would draw Caustic out of his little rat hole and he’d actually contribute on his own volition for once. Doubtful, but a man could dream.

Mirage picked off a grenade from his belt and rolled it down the stairs after pulling its pin. He hoped the tapping of metal on metal was enough to grab the soldier’s attention, but if not the following explosion would do the trick. Mirage ran to the door at the opposite end of the room, using the noise to cover his movement, and vaulted over the railing.

He dropped in front of the open garage. Seeing no sign of Bangalore, he sent in a decoy to test the waters for him. It ran calmly in at its own pace and stopped the second it hit a wall, appearing as if it were looking out the window. He almost thought Bangalore had retreated to another building when a single shot cut through the decoy’s head and Mirage heard the ping of the tech on his left shoulder go out as the decoy shimmered away.

Still in the building then.

He pulled another grenade off his belt and threw it toward the corner he’d seen the shots come from. This time, Bangalore answered with the thumping pop of her smoke launcher dropping a thick cloud that smothered the first floor. Mirage cursed, hearing steps cross the room right before the grenade went off - steps that went toward the stairs.

Mirage ran into the smoke toward the sound, ignoring how he couldn’t see a foot in front of him, and pulled his Carbine out from where it’d been resting along his back. Once out of the garage area, the room beyond it was small so it didn’t take more than a few seconds to come across Bangalore through the haze; she let him know he’d found her by swinging out with the butt of her Scout. Mirage ducked under it narrowly and came back up using his shoulder, shoving Bangalore back. If it was hand-to-hand combat she wanted it, it was hand-to-hand combat she was not not going to get. She’d win that any day of the week. What Mirage needed was distance and enough room to aim without firing from the hip.

A blue light began to glow through the slowly fading smoke and Mirage heard the mechanical whirring of a Peacekeeper warming up just in time to lurch away. The spread was more controlled and easy to avoid thanks to the attached choke, but if Bangalore even got one shot in on him, he’d be in a lot of trouble.

The smoke was mostly cleared now and Bangalore rose her Peacekeeper to aim at the first figure she saw, blinking before she could pull the trigger. Mirage stood in front of her, one hand on his hip and grinning like he’d done something to be proud of. To his right, Mirage fired off a round from his finger gun, pretended to blow smoke from the barrel, and winked at her. In between the three of them, Mirage seemed to be checking the state of his hair in the reflection that wasn’t there in the glass of the window. Somewhere off in the back, Mirage waved over the shoulder of Mirage almost like he was trying to get her attention.

Bangalore scowled harshly. “Son of a - “

Behind her, Mirage thumped the back of her head with his Wingman. “Quite the prebi - predippa - “ He winced at himself, pulled the trigger. “Bad situation,” he finished as a purple death box clattered to the floor. “Bad situation, got it.”

“What happened?”

Mirage turned to see Crypto at the bottom of the stairs. He didn’t seem particularly panicked, just eyed the several Mirages that littered the room and the door that was blown out - presumably from one of the grenades he’d thrown earlier. Mirage looked around, too, like it was his first time seeing the chaos himself, then down at the crate Bangalore had left behind, and finally back to Crypto.

“Oh, nothing, honey,” he said, waving the other off to match with his put-on dismissive tone. “Just another one of those salespeople, don’t worry about it. I told them we weren’t interested.”

Crypto’s brow rose and if it wasn’t for the small, tiny snort, Mirage would have thought he wasn’t amused. “Good work.”

The smile dropped from Mirage’s face. “What?”

Crypto’s head tilted. “Good work,” he repeated slowly, coming off more like a question.

“Oh,” Mirage said, though he still sounded confused himself - or maybe shocked. He pulled himself together quickly. The showy grin returned and he shrugged. “Oh, yeah, well, of course. What else did you expect?”

Crypto’s curious look didn’t fade away, but he must have decided to spare Mirage any questioning. “Two teams left. We are almost through.”

Mirage nodded and pulled off his pack, mostly as an excuse to get out from under the scrutinizing gaze. “Right, yeah, just gotta patch myself up real quick.”

“Take your time,” Crypto told him, heading back for the stairs, hands in his pockets. “Caustic isn’t going anywhere.”

----=----

Usually when Crypto ventured out further into the drop ship it was when he knew no one else would be in the halls, and even then he liked to have his drone with him. Elliott jokingly referred to it as the “buddy system”. Any time Crypto would leave, Elliott would notice that the drone would lift from its docking station to follow him and he’d call out, “Wait, don’t forget your buddy!”, like maybe the drone was following him as a preference rather than just being programmed to track and follow Crypto’s position.

But that was Elliott, always putting personality and character into anything.

Today, though, that wasn’t possible. Not after it’d been shot down late in the match earlier that day. He’d been forced to leave it back at it his dorm, laid out on his desk waiting for repairs. Ones that would probably take up the majority of the evening if he got distracted, which he probably would. He still showered quickly, because it was best to get started even if it was tedious.

The mess hall was loud when he passed it and full enough that no one noticed him when he slipped by. They weren’t landing that night as the morning block schedule started tomorrow for the games, so everyone must have gathered to make a mess in the kitchen together rather than spend the night alone. Crypto remembered hearing Gibraltar mention Pathfinder’s stew during the day, but had shrugged off the invitation despite the general interest of seeing how well the robot could pull it off.

He was more interested in the quiet of the dorms. With Octane gone, there was bound to be plenty of it. Every time he even thought about the speakers Octane had set up, pointing out of his room, Crypto felt the corners of his mouth twitch down involuntarily. He never said anything, though, because Octane was nice. Actually, joining the Apex Games forced him to learn several different skills; most were for survival, like how to tune out a lot of incessant noises.

However, when he crossed into the threshold of the dorms, there was still music blaring through the sitting area - music that came from his room. Crypto ventured closer and stopped in the doorway, coming across the sight of Elliott stretched out on his bed, and waited for the other to notice him.

Which didn’t take too long. Elliott let the magazine he’d been reading drop onto his chest then onto his lap when he sat up to smile at Crypto. “Oh, hey. I figured you’d be sneaking around somewhere.” He leaned over to paw at the remote left on the desk and the thundering rock lowered into a more bearable volume. “I fixed your drone, by the way. There wasn’t much I could do about the casing - that’s one gnarly bullet hole. It’s up and running, though, but I would still run diagnostics. Anyway, I was wondering what you wanted to do for dinner, because everyone’s in the mess, but there might be some of Path’s stew leftover by the time they all leave. If not, though, lemme tell ya, I got the best recipe for - what? Oh god, what?”

“You fixed my drone?” Crypto asked, voice tight despite his efforts put into appearing unworried.

“Well.” Elliott threw a look over to where the drone was docked, its eye glowing a faint green. He looked back at Crypto nervously. “Well, now I’m not so sure because you’re acting like maybe me doing that wasn’t very intellella - a very good idea.”

Crypto moved over to the desk, picking up the drone’s control cube and effectively putting his back to Elliott. He didn’t want the other to see his expression or to let on how genuinely worried he now was. There were a dozen different kinds of firewalls he’d implemented into the drone’s software, ones that - if they weren’t passed through carefully enough - could brick the entire system entirely. It was for safety, mostly, since the drone stored quite a bit of data that he technically wasn’t supposed to have. If Elliott had hit even one of those, it was likely Crypto would have to reboot the entire drone. That could take hours depending on how severe the damage to the hardware was. Which, like Elliott had said, was pretty severe. If that were the case, he probably wouldn’t be able to use the drone in the games tomorrow, but -

But besides a slightly distorted screen, the remote communicated to the drone with maybe only a quarter of a second of lag. On the dock, its green light grew more intense and buzzed with power.

Crypto’s shoulders slouched and his head tilted quizzically.

“I’m sorry,” Elliott burst out suddenly. “I probably should have asked - or just, y’know, not even touched it. I just stopped by to wait for you and saw it laying there and thought I’d do you a favor, but - “

“It’s fine,” Crypto told Elliott, and also himself.

The other seemed hopeful, yet still a little unsure at the surprise lilting in Crypto’s tone. “Yeah?”

“Ya,” he assured, turning just enough to show off the functioning holo screen before he snapped the control cube shut. He wanted to ask how he’d managed it, but judging by the shocked expression on Elliott’s face Crypto imagined he wouldn’t get much of a straight answer. In a sense, the trickster still managed to create more work for him, since he now worried about the effectiveness of his security protocols, but he’d work on that later. For now, Elliott really had done him a favor. He pocketed the cube and aimed a small smile at him. “Thank you.”

For a split second, Elliott’s features lit up. A genuine, relieved smile curved his lips and Crypto knew that if something actually had been wrong, he wouldn’t have told the other. That scared him a little bit, implications of what that could mean caught him off guard, but in favor of enjoying Elliott Witt’s smile, he decided he just wasn’t going to think about it.

Because it was gone soon enough, replaced by a cheaper grin that still wasn’t bad to look at. “Don’t mention it,” Elliott told him with a nonchalant shrug. “All in a day’s work. Actually, mention it if you want to, I’m not gonna stop you.”

Crypto scoffed and rolled his eyes. “I think I’ll restrain myself for now.”

“If that blew you away,” Elliott continued, pointedly ignoring him. “Then wait until you get a load of my pork chops.” He paused and gave Crypto a considering look. “That kinda sounded suggestive and weird - but I promise, they’re really good.”

----=----

“We need to push someone.”

Mirage pulled back around the rock he’d been looking out from behind to level his teammate with an annoyed and disbelieving look. “Yeah. Yeah, okay, Wraith, let’s push someone - here’s our options.” He pointed down further into Thermal Station where he’d been watching the boxed in, electric hum of fences. “We got Wattson and Gib’s fortress of solitude, or - “ He then jerked his head to gesture up toward the train tracks high above them, “ - Bangalore’s fun and interactive ‘Shooting Fish in a Barrel’ game. Let’s just push one!”

Wraith narrowed her eyes at him, teeth gritting at the sarcasm. “The ring is closing, Mirage.”

“What do you want us to do, Wraith? We can’t go left without giving Bangalore a clear line of sight. There’s no way we head into Thermal without Gibraltar calling down his bombardment on us on our way in, and even if we did make it, we’d be walking straight into Wattson’s fences. She probably has her weird, generator thing set up, so it’s not like we can just flush them out with ‘nades. No matter what, we’re caught out.”

It really was an unlucky circle. They had landed out at Epicenter and had too many fights that lasted too long; most of the match was spent running and out-healing the burn of the ring. By the time they’d caught up and were able to catch their breath, they were left out of position as the other teams made it there before them. If it hadn’t pretty much cost them the game, Mirage would have found petulant joy in the fact that Wraith really couldn’t prove him wrong.

She looked over at Crypto, who’d been passively watching the argument and looking like he had no intentions to intervene. Wraith rose her brow very pointedly in a nonverbal question Mirage couldn’t catch.

Before he could snap, ask, What are you looking at him for?, Crypto shrugged one shoulder. “I’ll take care of it.”

That seemed to satisfy her, because she threw a thankful look up to the sky.

Mirage looked between them. “Take care of what?”

Neither answered him. Crypto’s hands pulled from his pockets and his focus went into the control cube, his drone buzzing to life and zipping around their cover.

Wraith stepped passed Mirage to follow it. “Get ready to move,” she told him, blue sparks crawling around her right arm. She clenched her fist and the air around it popped in a high pitched, suctioning sound. Left behind was a small, pulsing orb with a trail that connected it to Wraith as she took off in a sprint around the very edge of the ring. Straight for Thermal.

“Uh, team?”

The popping of a G7 above them startled Mirage and the dirt kicked up at Wraith’s feet, but she was too fast. Weaving in and out of boulders and using the haze of the storm to her advantage, she was able to avoid the shots until it was all downhill into the factory. Just above her was the green light of Crypto’s drone, keeping pace.

Then, the sky darkened after the low, rumbling call for mortars and Mirage heard himself crying out, “What was the plan, here?”

Before the ground started shaking and explosives started blasting the dirt in smoke and fire, Wraith slid down the decline for the extra momentum and kicked off the ledge right above the platform.

They’ve got a shot on you.

The barrel of Wattson’s Devotion glinted from the glow of the lava when it lifted to aim at her. She could hear the energy start to burn as it fired up.

You’re in danger - move!

“Phasing,” Wraith called into the comms, and with her left hand she pulled. Like a curtain, reality opened for her and she slipped right through.

A few seconds behind came the drone, its green aura already shifting to something much more intense, to blue, to white. It hung above the fortified platform, pulsing, pulsing, until it burst out in a massive wave. Fence nodes sizzled, circuits fried, and the electricity buzzing between them died out. The dome shield Gibraltar had thrown out at the first sign of an oncoming attack fanned and faded away. Even the Interception Pylon hidden behind a stack of crates went dark.

Wraith stepped back through and the second she did, she punched a hole to finish the tunnel. “Portal’s placed.”

The air distorted as something passed between it, and out from the roiling black exit came Mirage, Peacekeeper preemptively raised and ready to fire. Gibraltar’s shields shattered easily on the first hit, knocking him back against the platform’s railing and sending his own EVA-8 blast wide. On the second hit, Gib was down. Mirage cocked the shotgun and turned, but Wraith was already standing above the electrician’s deathbox.

“Only the two of them,” she remarked, twirling the kunai in a competent flip, showing off a job well done.

“That,” Mirage went to add, “must have looked so cool.”

Another surge announced Crypto’s arrival through the portal and Mirage rounded on him instantly.

“Babe, that was sick! That’s gonna be in the highlight reels for weeks, no doubt about it. I didn’t even know you could do that with your drone.”

Minutely, Crypto’s eyes widen and his mouth opened, but nothing came out. Quickly, he snapped it shut and just tried to school his expression when too much time had passed in between the intention to speak and actually speaking. Mirage still stared at him expectantly - shrewdly, even - so Crypto escaped by cutting his gaze away entirely, purposefully focusing on nothing but the deathbox Gibraltar had left.

Huh, Mirage thought, perhaps a little too excited. He sidled up next to the other to pick through some ammo for himself, but mostly so he could reach around Crypto to get a better look at his face and barely hid the fact that he was doing so. Mirage was utterly delighted to find that the apples of his cheeks were a good shade or two darker than usual and he couldn’t help but grin at the sight.

Crypto caught him staring soon enough and glared. He snatched the scope off of Gibraltar’s dropped EVA and ditched the box entirely, pulling the collar of his coat up higher to block Mirage out as he stormed away.

Mirage would have to make it up to him later, definitely. But for now? For now, he was just going to enjoy knowing that fact that maybe he wasn’t the only one who enjoyed showing off.

======

plot twist, they BOTH like getting praised.

anyway sorry for the weak ending. was caught up on it for some reason and i tried like five different versions and didn’t like em but i figured getting it out there was better than staring at it. the prompt itself even kinda lost its way tbh but we be out here y’know we’re just chillin

also after wraith’s short i just imagine her and crypto as those types of friends that you had in high school when someone says some dumb shit and you immediately find each other’s eyes across the room and just give each other that long suffering look.

proof read once, so if there’s mistakes let me know - and thank you for sending something in, sorry i barely followed it !

#apex legends #cryptage #crypto #mirage #elliott witt #tae joon park #kon's a writer

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Silence Ritual Chapter 1 - A Deal With the Devil

(AN/ Heyo guys, Esso here and this is my first story; Silence Ritual. Now firt thing's first, although I already mentioned this in the description, this is a spinoff of Take A Stand: The Broken Mirror by Garouge Faux / @crewefox. It's also a direct sequel to that story so if you haven't read it, please do before reading this. This fic will be around 20 chapters and while it doesn't have a strict update schedule, I will try to update it at least twice a month. So without any further ado, let's begin the Silence Ritual.)

special thanks to @helthehatter for letting me use her OC, Kodi Jones.

here’s a link to the fic: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13396893/1/Silence-Ritual

and here’s a link to The Broken Mirror, in case you haven’t read it: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12973009/1/Take-A-Stand-The-Broken-Mirror

Chapter 1: A Deal With The Devil

It was almost 9:30am in Zootopia. Despite being late summer the weather was surprisingly cool. And while most mammals were out, enjoying the weather, a brown-furred bunny running like her life depended on it certainly did not fit in with the surrounding atmosphere. "Shit! I'm so damn late." she cursed under her breath as she made her way to the bank. She had just arrived at the front door of Zootopia first national bank but before she could enter, she was knocked back by three figures. By the time she got herself off the ground, the trio was already speeding away in a white van.

In said van a female hyena took off her mask, looked at duffle bags full of cash her and her partners were holding and cheered "Hell yeah! Hahahaha, that was awesome!"

"Shut up!" a male ram shouted at her. "How 'bout we lose the cops, then we can celebrate all we want." He then turned his attention to the driver. "They still followin' us?"

"Nope." The zebra behind the wheel returned. "Should be smooth sailing from he-"

***CRASH***

The van had somehow swerved off the road and hit a lamp post. The group of robbers got out with ease, none of them were injured.

"What the shit, dude?!" shouted the hyena before pushing the zebra driver "You could've killed us!"

"I didn't do shit! The van just swerved!" the zebra retaliated, clearly rattled by the crash.

"Screw that noise! The hell do you mean it just swerved?" the ram said while trying his best not to kick his accomplice's teeth in.

The trio kept arguing for a few more seconds until another mammal, a buff female leopard, stepped out of the vehicle.

"ENOUGH!" she screamed before adding "We got the money. Let's get out of here before the pigs arrive, and then you can beat up this idiot."

"I keep telling you, I didn't do this! I didn't crash the fu-" the zebra tried to explain, but was stopped mid-sentence when a small piece of metal hit him in the temple, knocking him out cold.

Before any of the other crooks could react, a dozen more metal plates began flying around them. First, two of them enveloped the ram's hands and effortlessly magnetized him onto the crashed van. Then one wrapped itself around the hyena's foot and dragged her across the street until it latched onto a lamppost, leaving her hanging upside down. The rest of the plates began spinning around the leopard. One by one, they began binding her hands, eventually sending her flying towards a sewer grate. Now that all of them were immobilized, an ocelot in his late teens came out from a nearby alley. He was dressed rather plainly, with a black hoodie and torn jeans and would seem completely normal if he didn't have several small pieces of metal levitating around his arms.

"C'mon, cut him some slack, I didn't even give him a chance to control the van" he taunted the leopard.

"Who the hell are you?" she spat while trying to remove her arms from the sewer grate they were stuck to.

"Look, I'ma make it real simple for you dum-dums," he snickered "you did crime, so I glued your asses for the cops to handle."

"What the hell?!" the hyena barked in rage "what did you do to me you freak!"

"You aren't very bright, are you?" the ocelot said condescendingly "let me give you the TLDR, name's Steelswarm, I control metal, I got a tip that you were robbing a bank so I decided to have some fun with you all."

"Like hell you got a tip, you're too young to be a cop! Cut the crap!" yelled the ram.

"I didn't say i was a cop, moron" Steelswarm sighed as he pulled a small star shaped badge from one of his pockets "I'm with Ceartais and you are sooooo fu-" he tried to taunt but was cut off by a thud to the back of his head. The zebra had woken up and had taken the opportunity to knock the gloating vigilante out.

When Steelswarm came to the four robbers we're standing over him, when he was knocked out he lost control of all the metal plates that were holding the crooks.

"Ya dun goofed, kid and now you're gonna pay for screwing around!" the hyena snickered before putting a paw to her face, which began to transform into that of a wolf with golden fur. She fished a pair of glasses out of her pocked and put them on before saying;

"OK, first of all you didn't call for backup once you got the tip."

"Sorry, Clara." the ocelot murmured, still in pain.

"You didn't even try to restrain me after knocking me out!" complained the zebra, as it's face morphed to that of a red fox.

"Sorry, Luna." Steelswarm groaned .

"And what's with all the gloating?" said the "ram" as his body transformed to that of a wolf with black and white fur. "Those restraints were weak, I could've knocked you out myself if you had come any closer."

"Sorry, Kodi" Steelswarm added, sinking further into the ground.

"Overall, that was pretty sloppy" said the fox/bunny hybrid that now stood in the leopard's place "but I'll give you points for the van crash. Also Steelswarm? Dope name."

"Sorr- I mean thanks Robyn." the ocelot stuttered out.

"OK, Bella, simulation over." said Kodi as the city around them began to dematerialize and they were left in a blank room.

Kodi helped the ocelot to his feet before saying, "OK, you have good control over your powers but your communication still needs work. Also you need to pay more attention during combat..."

"Yeah, figures..." groaned Steelswarm "so... same time next week?"

"Yup!" said Clara while looking at her tablet "Oh, but you'll be training with Regina and Hannah then."

"Sweet! See ya then, guys!" yipped the ocelot as he walked towards the elevator.

000

In the six months since Doom's defeat, the entire base had been revamped. The training area was now bigger and had simulations about dealing with situations regarding mammals with powers. A lot of them still had trouble controlling their new abilities and that was causing some issues around the city. Some of the mammals who had a better grasp on their powers chose to use them for crime, since neither the ZPD nor the MCB were properly prepared for dealing with them. A few others either wanted to join Ceartais or start their own vigilante teams. And while Ceartais usually wouldn't entertain the idea of letting anyone join in, but Olivia and Kion had left and Alice was on maternity leave, so the team was missing it's powerhouses. And despite Regina, Harper and Clara all joining the team, they were still rookies and needed supervision. So Kodi felt like had no choice but to start a training program for any empowered mammal willing to join them.

The four mammals sat in the main area of the bunker, almost ready to discuss their patrol positions for the night. They were soon joined by another hybrid, this one more closely resembling an arctic fox, bar the black stripes on her ears and tail.

"Hi, Hannah!" Robyn waved enthusiastically.

"Hi!" the hybrid responded as she made her way to the empty seat next to Clara.

"So we're waiting for Regina and Harper?" Kodi asked just as the elevator to the bunker opened.

Out of it walked a horse and a deer, holding hands. The mare was wearing a black summer dress while the buck wore a green polo shirt and torn jeans.

"Hey, sorry were late. Got held up at home." the deer, Harper, spoke.

"It's OK." Kodi said nonchalantly, before scanning the room.

"Everyone's here so," Kodi started, ready to give out the night's assignments "Me, Hannah and Regina will take Savannah Central and Downtown, there has been a string of robberies and witnesses claim that they were done by empowered mammals. "

"Robyn, you and Clara take Tundra Town. Harper and Luna you have the Rainforest District covered and Bella has Spitfire bots patrolling Sahara Square. Everyone OK with the positions?" the wolf asked.

Everyone nodded in agreement. Despite that, Clara seemed to be bothered by something and as soon as everyone went to gear up, she pulled Kodi aside.

"Hey, you got a sec?" the she-wolf asked quietly.

"Oh, I got more than a "sec"." Kodi said teasingly, as he pulled Clara closer.

"What?! No, not THAT kind of sec! Not at work!" Clara exclaimed "Also, Luna will find us... again."

"Awww... OK." Kodi pouted, feigning disappointment. "What is this about then?"

"Kodi, it's been six months. Why aren't you putting Robyn and Hannah on patrol together?" Clara asked.

"Well... because with you, Regina and Harper being new recruits I want an ori-" the wolf started talking but was interrupted by his girlfriend.

"Don't lie to me, Kodi. You suck at it." Clara huffed "What's really going on?"

"OK look..." Kodi sighed "the city's gone to shit again, there's empowered mammals everywhere, running the training program is stressful and honestly, Robbie and Hannah have been doing OK on their own."

"Who are you trying to fool?" the she-wolf said, somewhat agitated "They're growing apart. I haven't heard Hannah call Robyn "princess" in two weeks. They need to get through this Ronin thing."

"Yes I know... but I just don't want to bring it up. Robyn is still pissed at me for helping with the plan, and I don't think she could ever trust me or Hannah completely again. I can't risk another serious fight between the team. Not while the city needs us." Kodi tried defending himself.

"...You know that's gonna come back and bite you in the ass, right? Like, you're aware that if they find out you're keeping them apart intentionally they're gonna kill you?" Clara asked, knowing that she didn't have the time to argue with her mate.

"Probably..." Kodi returned, looking sullen.

"Look, I know this isn't easy. But you promised that you would mend the team's wounds and you aren't doing yourself any favours right now. It's way too late to change positions now but please at least consider giving them a few assignments together." Clara said before hugging her boyfriend.

"I will. I just don't wanna screw this up..." Kodi answered.

000

The Wave was without a doubt one of the biggest tragedies to hit Zootopia. Even six years later, a lot of the damage was still present. There were still parts of Sahara Square and Tundra Town that were uninhabitable, and there was barely anyone left to even live in Little Rodentia. There was one part of Zootopia that was largely unaffected by The Wave, however; Outback Island. Despite being relatively small, it still housed over 50,000 mammals and was home of the first functioning prison for empowered mammals. The facility could hold up to 500 inmates, and for the last six months, it was Esso Reese's home.

The lynx thought that The Cauldron was a hellhole, but this was worse. She could not use her powers, thanks to the modified shock collar that had been on her neck ever since she arrived there. Any of the activities that helped her deal with The Cauldron were useless here. She couldn't listen to music, her snarky attitude had put her in solitary more than once, and while she could still technically take bets on the other inmates... it was highly discouraged unless she wanted to find herself on the receiving end of a shank. The worst part, however, was the loneliness. None of the mammals she met on the Cauldron could visit her as they were witnesses in her case. And none of the imprisoned mammals wanted anything to do with her. She was laying in bed, just hoping for the sentencing piece to come as soon as possible so she could finally know how much longer did she have to endure this for, when one of the guards approached her cell.

"Reese, your lawyer is here." the rhino said in a stern tone.

The two headed to a small area, similar to an interrogation room. Her lawyer was a pig in a beige suit and he was already waiting for them. As soon as they entered, the rhino locked the door, in case the lynx wanted to try something stupid.

"Hello, Sabrina" the pig started, in his usual dull tone "how are you holding up?"

"Well other than the food and coffee being shit, the guards being abusive, everyone hating me and the crushing loneliness... ten outta ten. Also call me Esso." the lynx replied with what she wanted to be sarcasm but in the end it just came out flat and broken.

"Please, please, please tell me you got good news." she continued.

"Well, given the circumstances, I don't think the jury is in your favour." the pig returned.

"Sweet. Awesome. Love to hear it... how much am I looking at?" Esso barely managed to get out as she put her hear in her arms.

"Twenty five years minimum."

"Lovely..."

At this point Esso could not sink any lower. She just huddled in her chair and tried her best to hide her tears. "Just... absolutely lovely."

"There is another option. You could plead insanity." the lawyer tried to calm her down.

"What for? So they'll throw me in an mental asylum for the rest of my life instead of a prison?" the lynx snapped.

"Please, Sabrina, calm down." the pig tried to reason.

"Screw that!" Esso shouted, gaining the guard's attention. "I was kidnapped, almost killed several times and thrown in here for some bullshit that I didn't even know I did!"

"They have body cam footage, I can't jus-" her lawyer cut in.

"Now I'm either gonna be stuck here or in the looney bin until I croak, because I was forced into a cult six years ago! Also for the umpteenth time, call me Ess-" the lynx ranted until her shcok collar delivered a painful sting to her neck, which brought her to her knees.

"You know what?" Esso said through sobs "Just... do whatever... I don't give a shit. Guard, I'm done here."

The rhino guard guided Esso back to her cell. As soon as the door locked behind her, she collapsed into her bed started crying. She had no options left. It felt like hours before the same guard unlocked her cell.

"Reese, someone wants to see you." he said in his usual monotone.

"...what?" the lynx murmured as she got out of bed.

Esso walked the same path she just took. She was wondering who could possibly be visiting her. Her parents were dead, the other mammals from the Cauldron couldn't see her and she barely had any friends in Zootopia.

When she entered the small room, she was greeted by two mammals. One she already knew and hated. It was Skye Savage, the director of the MCB. The arctic fox sat uncomfortably in a one of the chairs and looked at Esso with disdain. The other was a maned wolf she had never seen before. He was wearing a burgundy suit with a matching tie.

"Skye..." Esso sneered at the fox "came to see your favourite little psycho?"

"Shut up and sit down!" Skye barked failing to contain her anger.

"Who's your boyfriend there?" Esso continued to prod. "You want an audience while you scream at me?"

"Now listen here you-" Skye said in a low growl before she was interrupted by the maned wolf clearing his throat.

"Please control yourself Mrs. Savage." the other mammal spoke calmly. "Now, Ms. Reese, or do you prefer Esso?"

"Esso is fine." the lynx replied, puzzled by the current situation.

"Noted." the maned wolf said as he pulled out a tablet from within his suit and started typing. "I have a proposition that you might be interested in."

"Ooooh, let me guess" Esso mocked "you wanna transfer me to an underground super prison, or some off the grid looney bin to lobotomize me?"

"Heh heh, I love your sense of humour." the maned wolf feigned a laugh. "No, I'm a representative of Ashe Incorporated, or Ashecorp. for short. We are an elite company that specializes in research into mammals with extraordinary abilities."

"Oh, so you don't wanna lobotomize me, just experiment on me. Dandy." Esso said sarcastically.

"Not the case at all Ms. Esso. We were made aware of your "outburst" six months ago." the wolf returned as calm as ever, "We want to harness your powers not only to better understand these new abilities mammals have gotten, but to also better the city of Zootopia and, potentially, the world."

"OK cut the crap, what kind of cult is this?" Esso snickered.

"We're not a cult Ms. Esso." the maned wolf answered "I understand why you would be wary of us, but given your current situation I don't think you have a better option. Especially since you haven't heard the benefits of joining us."

Esso looked at the maned wolf, now much more attentive.

"What benefits?"

The maned wolf had a small smile on his face now.

"Well for starters, you'll get full immunity."

"Bullshit." Esso said under her breath. "As if Resting Bitchface McGee over there would allow it."

"Oh, but she already did." the maned wolf produced a piece of paper and a ballpoint pen from his suit and gave it to the lynx. It appeared to be some sort of contract and while Esso couldn't recognize any of the signatures, the fact that Skye wasn't objecting to this made her believe that whoever that maned wolf was, he was being serious.

"You'll also get combat and self-defense training, paid accommodation in any hotel throughout Zootopia and access to any empowered mammal's data. All you have to do is sign the contract." the maned wolf continued, still calm but clearly more excited than usual.

"I... what's the catch?" Esso stammered.

"Well, in return, you'll have to help Ashecorp collect more data on empowered mammals." the maned wolf replied with his usual calmness. "Or you can choose not to sign and none of this would have happened and you would be back awaiting trial. So... what's it gonna be?"

Esso didn't know what to think. It was obvious to her that this offer was too good to be true, but what other choice did she have? The lynx knew that she had no chance of walking out innocent from the trial, and all of her other options involved some type of imprisonment. Maybe this one did to but right now it seemed like her only way out of this Hell.

Esso cursed under her breath as she grabbed the pen and signed her name on the contract, on what she thought was her deal with the Devil. "I want in."

(AN/ DUN DUN DUUUUUUN! (always wanted to do this) Ceartais has started a training program. Kodi is trying his best as team leader. And Esso accepts an... interesting deal. Did you like it, did you not? Either way, please review. If you have any suggestions on how I can improve the fic, please put them in the reviews as well. Next time on Silence Ritual; Esso learns what her deal is all about, Olivia tries to balance professional and personal life and Robyn and Hannah go on their first joint mission in months. See u soon folks.)

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boymeetsweevil · 6 years ago

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For science 1/7 - (NSFW)

Grouping: Reader x Nerd!Jungkook

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings/Themes: masturbation (vaginal) & voyeurism, unrequited feelings, eventual sex. is this crack yet? lol there’s a plot i swear.

Summary: Jungkook asks you to let him watch you get off. For science.

A/N: posting this now because I’ve been working on it on and off for like a month and im tired of looking at it and jk’s bday is coming up HAPPY BIRTHDAY JK and i’ll be too busy with school plus im almost 7k into the second chapter so..

part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

Your eyes burn in protest as you scroll to the top of your terminal window once more to search for the error that is fucking your code up. It’s been hours of work and you still haven’t managed to get your program to run even though the homework assignment is easy in theory. In fact it’s just like a problem that Jungkook said the professors would probably give you in your sophomore year, and here you are in your junior year seeing such an ‘easy’ question. With him, it had truly been easy, though. Jungkook was a better computer science teacher than any professor you’d ever encountered. Thinking back to early high school days has you smiling softly to yourself.

You miss sitting closely together, heads sometimes touching, as you both bent over a problem while he explained why it looked hard, but was actually something you could do in your sleep. The wide smile he would give you when you completed competition questions in minimal time would always set your heart fluttering.

Your phone vibrating brings you back to reality. The caller ID reads ~JK~ and you swoop in to answer the call. If the time in the corner of your computer is right (and it is) he should have already opened his decision letter from the PhD department.

“Hey, what’s the verdict,” you ask as soon as you accept the call. You know there’s no other reason why he’d call you when you were supposed to meet up in a few hours for weekly game night.

“I got in,” his voice is soft, but you know him well enough to be able to hear the joy mixed in.

“Congratulations, Kook! That’s amazing, I knew you would get in, they’d be crazy not to accept you. Oh my god, we should celebrate.”

“Yeah, I was thinking maybe we could go out for drinks before heading back to mine to play tonight. You in?” Now you can practically hear the smile in his voice.

“Of course I’m in. Let me just pack up and I can meet you. Where are you--the department lounge? I’ll come over.”

“Actually,” his shy tone has you sitting down slowly, returning your jacket to where you had it slung over the back of your chair. “You don’t have to leave right away. I was gonna try and call Yoori. You know, to tell her the news. And then tell Tae and Hobi, of course.”

“Oh. Yeah, no, that makes total sense. I should probably finish this code for Choi’s class anyway. It’s due on Sunday, but I’m almost done. Might as well turn it in early once I find this error.” Your hand scrapes at the sides of your jeans, looking for something to grab at.

“Well then I guess I have time,” he chuckles, “Your typos are always so tiny that they take hours to find. Let’s meet up at the bar in 2 hours then?”

You wince. Although it’s not at all a mean-spirited jab, you’re no longer in the mood for the friendly banter at the mention of Yoori, Jungkook’s long time unrequited love.

“Sure. See you then,” you hang up before he has the chance to say goodbye formally like he always insists on doing.

You put your phone down and berate yourself for getting distracted. If you were the brilliant Yoori, you wouldn’t have even made the typo in the first place. But you weren’t Yoori because you didn’t have the fortune of being born four years earlier and four times more beautiful, elegant, or intelligent. And you didn’t have the luck of being so much of a genius that you could skip years ahead of school like Jungkook either. So instead you would just have to chug along, always watching Jungkook chase Yoori.

You go back to scrolling through your code only to find the error a third of the way down. Jungkook was right, the typo was tiny--a misplaced equals sign. You sigh and run the code to make sure it’s perfect this time, and when it is you send it in to your professor to be graded. You consider heading home and using the extra time to make yourself look nice. Not that there was anything wrong with your oversized university t-shirt and jeans, but suddenly you think maybe things would be different for you with regards to your love life if you tried a little harder. You’re about to leave the library entrance that’s closest to your dorm, but you get a text from Jungkook.

6:41 - I called Yoori and she said she heard about my deal with RealiCorp and she wants to link up when she gets back on campus!

You narrow your eyes at the text. Jungkook had recently sold some software he developed to an up and coming gaming company that was supposed to make the imaging on immersion headsets better. He had made a pretty penny and was covertly offered a position at the company, but it was also a large victory for the computer science department at the university and his picture had been circulating around the department website for weeks. You suppose she finally saw it while she was taking a break from her research project off campus and decided to answer his calls for a change.

You text back what you hope sounds like a cheerful congratulation and decide to just go to the bar instead. What’s the harm in a few rounds before the rest of the crew arrives?

The harm would have been miniscule at most if you hadn’t been in your feelings, but when Jungkook, Tae, and Hobi arrive, you’re three rounds in and a little bit sloppy.

“Woah,” Hobi shouts, giving you a too strong pat on the back when he sits in the chair next to you. “Someone started a little early. What’s the occasion, are we celebrating something for you too?” Jungkook shakes his head with a sheepish smile and goes to sit beside you, away from Hoseok.

“Nope. Just getting ready for an evening with your loud ass.” He gives you a pretend pout and flags the bartender over. Tae sits next to him and gives you a little wave and smile.

“Two whiskeys, make mine a sour and make his straight. From the high shelf.”

“Hey now,” Taehyung’s eyes widen comically, “Are you forgetting that payday isn’t until next week? I’ll take the regular whiskey down there, please.”

“Don’t worry. Kookie said he was paying with his RealiCorp money,” Hoseok stage whispers into your ear, “He’ll probably cover your round too.” You swat him away and turn to Jungkook, raising a questioning eyebrow.

“You know I’ll cover yours. The rest of them, I don’t know.”

“What? Come on, you’re the youngest,” Tae whines, less than satisfied with his cheap whiskey shot.

“Shouldn’t that mean you guys pay for me?”

“N-no! Because you’re actually our senior now. You’re graduating this year, I’m the oldest technically but I’m not graduating until next year. We know these two aren’t graduating until the year after that,” he points to you and Tae, “Plus, you’re going to the PhD program next year. You should definitely be paying for us.” Hoseok has a point, you and Tae nod sagely to back him up.

“Fine,” Jungkook sighs, pushing his thick glasses up the bridge of his nose, “I’m in a good mood, so why not.”

“I bet you are,” Tae’s grin is big and catlike in the low light of the bar. His gaze a little lewd. “I would be too if I was one step closer to finally bagging a girl like Yoori.”

You look down into your beer bottle, the green glass suddenly much more fascinating than the conversation at hand.

“Did you hear,”Hoseok turns toward you,”Yoori is gonna come back soon and when she does he’s gonna make her Mrs. Jeon.”

“I’ll be sure to throw rice during the wedding,” you snark. The bartender brings you a new beer without another word. Taehyung howls at your comment.

“I’d kill to have a wedding night with her.”

“Hell, I’d kill to have a bathroom stall night. With anyone,” Hoseok sighs, “It’s hard out here for a comp-sci major. Right, guys?”

You hum in agreement. It had been a while since you’d last gotten laid.

“You’re right. I can’t even remember that geology minor’s face. Do you remember her? What was her name? Mara? Kara?”

“Sara,” Hoseok provides with a grin, “I think she has a thing for comp-sci majors. Kook, you ever hook up with Sara?”

Jungkook shyly traces a finger around the rim of his empty vodka class. “I haven’t hooked up with anyone.”

“Ever?” You try to keep incredulity from bleeding into your question.

“Ever,” he nods. He hiccups a little and all of the sudden you totally believe that Jungkook is a virgin.

“Dude, wait, I thought you hooked up with that one chick at the music festival last spring. Am I the only one who saw her?”

Tae nods in agreement. “Yeah, she gave you her hotel room key and everything.”

“It wasn’t like that. She told me her brother was there for a robotics tournament and I asked her if I could see the bot.”

You smile despite your sour mood. If there was one thing you loved about Jungkook it was his blind enthusiasm for STEM. Even if it made him a little oblivious to other things at times.

“Well, you better fix that whole virgin thing fast, bro. Chicks like Yoori probably want someone with experience. In more ways than one, if you catch my drift.” Hoseok nudges Tae with a wry smile.

“That’s not just a Yoori thing, most people don’t want to have to coddle someone in bed unless that’s, like, their kink or something,” you take a large swallow of beer.

“Wait,” Tae says, eyeing you like he’s had an epiphany, “You’re a girl--”

“Didn’t we establish this 2 years ago? When we met?”

“No, no, I mean you can help Kookie so he doesn’t drop the ball with Yoori.”

“Yeah, right,” you snort, “Help him how? Give him a sex-ed lecture?” You turn to laugh with Jungkook, but he’s looking at you seriously. Or as seriously as he can when he’s tipsy with unfocused eyes and blushing cheeks.

“You…don’t want to help me?” His voice sounds pathetic and small, making you feel bad instantly.

“Oh, Kook, it’s not that I don’t want to help you. But think about what that implies.”

“Is it because I’m a virgin?”

“Oh my god, Kook, there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin don’t listen to us. We’re idiots.”

“Then why don’t you want to help me?”

Because I like you. You swallow hard, your throat suddenly dry. You obviously don’t say that, though. Instead you sit back in your bar stool.

“I-I would if I could, but I don’t know how to help you,” you finally say.

“It’s fine. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I guess the thought of being with Yoori makes me a little stupid.”

Desperately you search for a solution. Instead of finding one, you call the bartender back and order a round of tequila shots. Jungkook gives you a sad look but doesn’t ruin the mood by not taking a shot. You order two more rounds because somehow, even though he’s drunk, he still looks dejected. After your third shot you can’t stand the way his shoulder slump.

“You know what,” you slur loudly, drawing three pairs of eyes to your face lazily. “It’s getting late and we might not get to play Fortnite this weekend. Let’s all get to bed so we can be up early tomorrow to play.”

Tae points a wobbly finger in your direction, eyes suspicious. “When you say early, you mean after 2pm right?”

It takes twenty minutes for everyone to get their shit together enough to leave the bar. Tae and Hoseok keep losing each other in the bathroom. Jungkook keeps forgetting that he has to pay and tries to ask the bartender what he thinks about sub-atomic particle physics. Even though you’re drunk off your ass, you somehow manage to keep yourself responsible enough to wrangle Tae and Hobi out of the bathroom and guide Jungkook through the motions of swiping his card and signing the bill. The four of you then squeeze into the back of an uber. Hoseok whines about being lonely while sitting in the passenger’s seat. Jungkook’s bumps his hand against yours until he can firmly grasp it and get your attention before you pass out.

“Hey, can I sleep on the couch,” he whispers in your ear. His breath smells like alcohol and limes. You turn your head to chase the scent away and rest your head on his shoulder. You yawn.

“Sure. No problem, buddy.”

Your apartment is the first stop on the route and you launch yourself out the car and run up through your lobby and to the elevator to escape the cold of the air conditioner and the fluorescent lights. Jungkook lingers in the car until Tae pushes him out to make room for Hoseok.

“Kook,” Tae calls out as he helps Hoseok pour himself into the back seat.

“Wassap?”

“The only way to get good at sex is losta—lotta...lot’s a practish. Okay?”

“But-but…Who am I gonna practice with?”

Tae merely whistles and points a finger upward, gesturing to your illuminated window. The car pulls away and Jungkook sways unsteadily up onto the sidewalk with nausea clawing at his throat. Thinking of the stairs he’ll have to climb—because there’s no way in hell he’s taking the elevator, even in this state—he regrets not just going to his own first floor dorm. Does he really need to get sex counseling from you? There’s always porn, he muses before remembering the rant you’d gone on blaming porn for making a guy you’d been hooking up with try to do weird things in bed involving a summer squash. Looks like he’d have to rely on the real deal to get anywhere with Yoori. Oh, Yoori.

A shimmering vision of the beautiful girl with elegant eyes and an ever-painted smile floats in front of his hazy vision and gives him the strength he needs to hobble forward towards the lobby door with dedication.

Minutes ago you couldn’t wait to go to sleep, but as soon you unlocked your door and made it to your room, you were wide awake. Even brushing your teeth and stripping out of your jeans didn’t to tire you out.

“Fuck,” you groan. You throw yourself onto your bed and hope that the way the room spins will lull you to sleep but when the spinning stops, your eyes still won’t stay closed.

The clock resting on your desk across the room reads 1:48am. It’s already clear that you’re going to be hung over, but knowing that it won’t be cushioned by a nice long sleep before you have to go to yoga at 12 makes you want to cry. You desperately wrack your brain for all the remedies there are to make you sleepy. You just canceled your cable last week to save some money, so you can’t veg out in front of the TV. You’re lactose intolerant, so warm milk isn’t an option. You’d take a warm shower but you washed your hair already and if you go to bed with wet hair your mother’s voice will haunt you all night with stories of the cold coming your way. Kicking your feet in frustration, you toss yourself over the edge of the bed to hang. Maybe all the blood will flow to your head and you’ll pass out.

You’re about to risk passing out and landing on your neck the wrong way and dying when a bright pink shoebox under your bed catches your eye. Of course, you think, how could you forget your precious vibrator. Luckily for you, a good orgasm or three always managed to knock you out like a light. You reach over and scoot the box forward with your outstretched fingertips until you get it close enough to reach inside and grab the petite tiffany blue bullet. Giddy laughter leaves your mouth as you heft yourself back onto your bed and fall back on the pillows with a contented sigh. Orgasms solve all your problems. You flick the device on to the lowest setting and ghost it against your clothed mound.

Jungkook is completely breathless as he leaves the center stairwell and finally arrives on your floor. The stairs were a bitch and a half, but your door is only two down from the floor entrance. He can practically hear the siren song of your pull-out couch. When he turns the knob to your front door, it doesn’t budge and he wonders if you must have locked it on instinct. There’s no way you forgot that he was staying over, he thinks to himself. Reaching above the doorjamb, he hunts for the spare key you left there especially for him. The door unlocks easily and he smiles to himself as he locks the door behind him and toes off his shoes. He’s about to face plant into the couch when you call his name faintly from your bedroom.

As he stumbles through the hallway slowly to your room, he thinks over what Taehyung said to him before driving off. To Jungkook’s drunk mind it makes sense, so it must be a good idea to seek sex practice from you. You’re the only girl he knows and he’s known you so long that he can already tell there would be no awkwardness. The sad look in your eyes as you listened to his predicament in the bar tells him that you want to help him, but you didn’t know what route to take. He flexes his hands by his sides and figures he’ll just tell you what Taehyung told him and get to coming up with a curriculum.

The door to your bedroom is half-open and the lights shine through the opening, so he figures you must be up and waiting for him. He can still hear you calling his name, but it still sounds oddly soft from where he is. He pushes the door open but freezes in his tracks when he sees you.

The first thing he notices is obviously the frantically moving hand you have between your legs and the loud buzzing sound that comes from it. He takes in more details the longer he looks. He realizes belatedly then that you’re not wearing pants. Thanks to the high prescription strength of his glasses, he can also see the way your hand and thighs shine and the huge dark spot in the crotch of your panties in the light of your table lamp. Your toes are curling and he can just make out the way your lower stomach clenches underneath the very same sweatshirt you’d been wearing to the bar. Technically he can’t see your other hand but he has a pretty good idea of where it is and what it might be doing with the way it disappears under your shirt. You can’t see him, though, because your head is thrown back and your eyes are closed. The only thing you’re probably at least partly aware of is the cacophony of wet sounds that come from where you work the nose of the toy over yourself. The last thing he notices is the way you call his name in a soft whining tone that has him stepping forward without thinking.

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you whine as the slippery heel of your hand bumps against your covered clit a little roughly on an upstroke.

“Yes?”

“What the hell,” your eyes snap open and your head whips around to see him leaning on the door frame as he watches you.

His eyes are heavy with alcohol and his cheeks are just as pink as the lip he releases from the grasp of his teeth. He reaches out and stumbles forward, causing you to scramble back to distance yourself from him. You bring your knees up to hug to your chest before you realize that you’re still very much on show.

“Jeon Jungkook, what is going on here,” you shriek, bringing your hands to cover your eyes only makes you feel a little bit better.

He sits down on your bed like it’s any other day and he’s just chilling in the room like you invited him over. And then you realize that you did kind of invite him over as fragmented memories of the recent uber ride you took together spring up.

“You said you wanted to help me, but you didn’t know how. But Tae told me I just have to practish.”

“Practish?”

“Practice,” he corrects himself.

“Practice what?”

“Practice sex. Duh!”

“Jungkook, no!”

“Please? I wouldn’t be asking such a huge favor if I didn’t think it was absolutely necessary.”

“Why can’t you just go to a frat party like everyone else?”

Your heart is beating rapidly and you think maybe you’re not drunk anymore. Never in your life did you think you would turn down sex from Jungkook, but then again you never pictured it happening this way.

“Because I,” his head hangs and he starts to pick at a loose thread in your duvet, “I guess I missed out on this kind of thing when we were younger and I don’t think I could get very good results in a basement party. Plus, I know you’d…”

“I’d what?”

“You’d be good to me.” He lifts his eyes to lock with yours. His gaze is oddly sharp despite the fact that his skin is still clammy like it gets when he drinks.

Your breath hitches and for a moment it does feel like the fantasies you have almost every other time that you settle into your room, lonely and horny. Jungkook laughs bitterly to himself and you can feel your resolve crumbling as something selfish rears its head in the back of your mind. He tries one last time.

“Please?”

You crack.

“Okay.”

“Really?” His eyes light up once more as he gives you a blinding smile. “Great. Let’s start!”

It feels as though you’re having an out of body experience as you watch him clamber closer onto the bed with you. Your legs naturally open to accommodate him and he scoots into your space, his hands falling to naturally stroke with the soft skin of your ankles. Even though he lacks experience, Jungkook has a leg up in that he’s naturally on the affectionate side. Something you can’t teach with any amount of practice. Even still, the idea that Jungkook will be sitting between your naked thighs makes your stomach do flip flops.You barely start formulating something to say that will sound educational when you hear him get ready to interject once more.

“God, what is it?” You worry that if he interrupts you one more time you’ll lose your nerve.

“I need a visual aid. And, uh, I won’t be able to see because of your, uh, undergarments.”

You’re certain that you’ve never taken anything off faster than you do in that moment. The panties fly into some far corner of your room and you can only hope that they don’t land in a clump of dust bunnies.

“Alright,” you stutter, “I don’t have to give you an anatomy lesson, right? Please tell me you at least know where everything is.”

“We took anatomy together in 7th grade,” he says like that’s a decent answer.

You roll your eyes. “Right, okay. Anatomy lesson it is.”

“What’s this,” you point at yourself.

“That’s the uh…entrance to the vagina?”

“Ok and?”

“It’s where the pleasure comes from?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes?”

“Partial credit.”

“Isn’t that where the…phallus goes, though?” You decide it would be best to ignore his word choice for now.

“Yeah, I mean stuff goes in there but that’s not where all the pleasure comes from. For some people that’s not where any of it comes from.”

His eyes widen nervously. “Then where does it come from if not from penetration?”

You gesture again. “This is the clitoris.” His sweaty bangs flop over his lenses as he nods enthusiastically. Finally something he remembers.

“The clitoris,” he chirps affirmatively. You side eye him, but keep going.

“This little thing is basically there for the sole purpose of pleasure.”

“How do I activate it?” Again you blink at his terminology. Although you’d been a STEM freak with Jungkook for years, somehow he managed to baffle you with his nerdiness.

“Uh, you can stimulate it by touching it.” You draw a small circle in the air around the nub to demonstrate. “Like that, for example. You can also use your hands or your mouth.”

“Or that little blue thing you were using earlier,” he chimes in, reminding you of the embarrassing way this whole thing started.

You sigh. “Yeah. That too.”

“And that’s it?”

“No that’s definitely not it. We haven’t even touched the other places of pleasure or technique or foreplay. But this is a pretty good cheat code.”

“So what about the inside? Like the tubes?”

“There’s really not that much you need to know involving the actual reproductive organs themselves. We can just focus on the external bits for now.” You wince at how uncomfortable the discussion is.

“That makes sense,” his brows furrow seriously. He’s slow to blink, partly so he doesn’t miss anything and partly because he’s still fighting off tendrils of sleep.

“I mean,” you wring your hands anxiously, “that’s all you really need to know for now. It’s mostly learning on the go, anyway. You’ll be fine.”

“But what if I’m not fine. Don’t you think you could, you know, show me?”

“What is there to show?”

“How about you just continue…what you were doing when I came in.”

“Masturbating.”

“What?”

“I was masturbating when you came in.”

A hand flies to the collar of his shirt and he tugs on it sheepishly. “Yeah, that’s what I meant.”

You try not to focus on how weirdly awkward the mood is now that your lust has calmed down to barely even a simmer. You reach for the discarded vibrator that jumped out of your hand and landed by the edge of the head of your bed, but he stops you with a raised hand.

“Can you, uh, maybe do it the old-fashioned way? For the first time at least?”

“Right, I guess I’ll get to it.”

Jungkook sits back on his heels patiently and watches closely as your hand trails a path down your torso to the apex of your thighs. The first touch, though you know it’s your own hand, has you twitching a bit. You bite your lip hard to focus and circle your entrance to coax out more moisture, then you move back to circle your clit. You close your eyes in hopes that not being able to see Jungkook’s gaping expression will help. It does, a bit. After a few moments, you let out a breathy sigh and sink further into the pillows. You plant one foot more firmly on the mattress to give yourself some leverage and push yourself more into your circling hand. The slight increase in pressure has you moaning and your eyes fluttering. You peek through heavy lids to see Jungkook’s expression has also changed. His eyes, clear just a second ago, look glassy again from behind his lenses, his mouth slack and shiny. The rise and fall of his chest is a bit heavier. You let yourself think it’s because of you and go back to collect more arousal to increase the slip.

Apparently, you’re more turned on than you thought. When your middle and ring fingers wander down to your hole they come back pleasantly slick. Something in you suddenly feels rebellious, so you use your free hand to spread your lips further and bring your coated fingers up to Jungkook’s face. You flex your fingers and separate them to show crystalline streaks of arousal connecting them.

“Just so you know, this is a good sign.”

Jungkook swallows hard. Somehow, even though you’re still wearing socks and a baggy sweatshirt, you’re hotter than all the completely bare, busty women he’d watched moan and writhe wildly on his computer screen. He reaches out and delicately grabs you wrist before redirecting your hand back to your dripping center.

“Keep going,” he rasps.

You whine and begin to rub your clit more earnestly, lewd wet sounds fill the room. He can practically see your lips getting wetter and wetter as you redistribute your arousal with every rough swipe of your fingers. Your wrist is moving fast, but it’s clear that you’re becoming frustrated with all that you can do with one hand. Your other hand quickly moves to take over making tight figure eights around your clit while the one already coated in your juices moves back down to your entrance once more. This time, you crook two shining fingers and shove them into your hole. Immediately your back bends and a drawn out moan leaves your mouth. Jungkook gasps quietly. You pump your fingers in and out roughly, then withdraw them to add a third finger.

He watches you like that for a while before you get fed up again. It’s been a while since you’ve been so needy and you feel like you’re on fire. Your toes curl impatiently on either side of Jungkook and he realizes you’re looking for more. On instinct he scoots further until his own legs are brushing up against the undersides of yours. His hand reaches out to pet your quivering thigh in a sympathetic effort to help with your plateau. He looks down at your hand, twitching feverishly in and out of yourself. His hands are much bigger and suddenly he moves like he’s about to replace your fingers with his own.

When Jungkook’s hands start to approach your center your breath hitches. You’re not quite in the right state of mind to reject him if he offers to finger you, but you don’t want to take advantage of the situation and make it any more emotionally complicated than it already is.

“Not yet,” you offer when his hands get too close for comfort, “Next time, maybe.”

He seems to be thinking the same thing and averts his attention to the forgotten vibrator. His grip on your thigh disappears, and you sigh quietly, but it’s hidden under the slick sounds you make each time your fingers get sucked into your heat and the low moans you make every time your pinch your clit just so.

“W-what do I do?” His voice is small and his sudden worried look has you wrapping a hand around his and bringing it to show him how you click the toy on and circle it around your entrance.

His hands are sweaty, shaky, so when your hips start to circle on their own, they move to find a resting spot on your thighs and squeeze to deal with the tension rising in his own belly. He grits his teeth, clenches his hands, does anything he can to keep from overstepping and making this about him. As obviously cliché as it sounds, seeing you sweating and moaning underneath him lets him see you in a new light. You’d always been around, but your presence as a woman in his life was backgrounded at best. Now, with Yoori momentarily not clouding his mind, he wants nothing more than to ravage you. He’s almost certain that if he tried, his lack of experience wouldn’t matter too much. He’s sure his body would be able to act on baser instinct and give you the what you wanted. If you wanted.

Your moans change in pitch and soon he’s aware that this will be the first time he’ll have been privy to someone else’s orgasm in real life. His dick is painfully hard and straining against the jeans he’s wearing. But he forgets the discomfort fast as he watches you grind yourself down against the toy in a way that is absolutely filthy. Your bottom lip, shiny and reddened, is pulled taut between your teeth in ecstasy. Your eyes flutter open and lock with his own. You focus and notice his blown-out pupils look huge within the depths of deep brown irises. There’s no denying he’s turned on once you flick your gaze down to his crotch and see the large tent in his pants.

“I—I think I’m gonna…Oh!” Your leg kicks out on its own like some electric current runs through you. Your voice breaks as the waves of your approaching high begin to take over you. One of his hands inches upwards a bit and strokes the tense muscle near your groin softly, at a loss for words. “Oh god, Jungkook, you—” keening, your eyes roll into the back of your head.

One of your hands reaches up to squeeze at his bicep as he’s leaning over you. He wonders in the back of his mind when he got so close to you. Your leg hooks around him like it has a mind of it’s own and tugs him down, forcing him to topple over you. That’s the last straw and you sob from the intense pleasure. Meanwhile your warmth and proximity and your words prove to be a deadly combination and within seconds he’s spilling over himself in his boxers, untouched. He lets out a low groan that puffs against the side of your neck.

You both sit there and breathe for a long while, catching your breath and coming back down to earth. He sits up eventually and pulls away from you, leaving you cold. Your legs flop from around him heavily. You’re a bit irritated when you realize you won’t be able to walk normally for a while. He discretely wipes his hands off on your duvet while you wipe at the sweat soaking your hairline.

“That’s it, that’s the show,” you finally say.

He shoots up and looks at you anxiously. It’s cute. “You mean until next time, right?”

His eyes are wide and imploring as he hovers over by you. He looks a bit like a turtle from this angle. A cute one, though. One that you want to play with again next week. You nod even though he might have all that he needs to do well with Yoori, being the fast learner that he is.

“I guess so. Same time, next week. Do some research for next time maybe. Make sure it’s from something not involving the medical library.”

“Got it!” He turns and waits until you’re not looking to adjust his pants.

You notice his hair is sticking to his forehead when he finally stands up. And there’s a cowlick sticking up in the back that reminds you of middle school Jungkook, before he met Yoori. The idea of the other girl, the girl he’s really in love with, dims your post-coital glow. Although, you suppose you have her to thank for this evening’s events. How else could you have ever managed a one-sided romp in the sheets with your long-time crush?

Both of you take turns using the bathroom to clean up. While he hums in time with washing up, you slip panties on and debate about whether or not to throw your sweats back on. You decide that if you’re going to play this off like it hasn’t changed your relationship, you should put pants back on.He comes out looking pink and clean and you want to pull him back into your bed and wrap yourself around him.

To protect his glasses from the dangers of the bathroom, he left them in your room. Squinting, he walks with hands out to collect them. When he puts them on he doesn’t look at you and instead pulls his phone out of his pocket and swipes around while leaving the room.

“Heading out,” you ask with a quasi-disinterested tone.

“Yeah, I remembered I have to run the Saturday tutoring session this week. So I might as well go home so I can get ready for that. You should come, you know. Your test scores dropped 2 points this week.” Typical Jungkook. He couldn’t ever fully leave TA mode.

You roll your eyes. “Thanks for the reminder, but that’s still an A.”

“Maybe we can try this again next week the same time?”

“Yeah, uh, okay.”

“Cool, I’ll put it on my calendar.” He lifts his phone to his face to tell the digital assistant to pencil you in for next week. You try not to grimace at becoming a date in his calendar app.

“Get out already, you nerd.” You push him out after he puts his coat back on, but you do watch out the window to make sure his taxi comes.

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inconsistent-functionality · 5 years ago

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[Pilot]

“Everything is fine! Just… go down the hall, my assistant will be waiting for you!”

Why were they all here?

Spark, Hard and Snake all stood around outside the building. What building? They had no idea. None of them had been here before. And why all of them?

“I’m here for information on a job. There’s a site that someone needs leveled… somewhere.” Hard finally spoke, breaking the silence.

“I’m with him.” Snake responded. “Though, why are you here?”

“Someone needs to help maintain power while they fix the backup generator, that’s what Dr. Light said! Or… at least I think it was him…” Spark replied. He was looking around the area, clearly confused and worried. The room grew quiet once again as each robot looked at each other.

“If they’re fixing the backup generator, why are you here? A voice sounded in the dark. The three bots looked over and saw none other than Shadow, leaning on the wall behind them. Spark eagerly responded.

“Well, the first generator is running, so if the backup one accidentally turns on, it’ll cause both generators to overheat! Yeah! Even though they could just… disconnect the backup generator…” He grew quiet, seeing Shadow’s point. Why was he here?

“Better question, why are you here, Shadow? What’s your reasoning?” Snake snidely asked. He didn’t seem to appreciate Shadow’s unnecessary commentary.

Shadow stood silent for a moment. “This place is too suspicious. This is a factory in the middle of nowhere, a factory that Light has never mentioned. Why would you be brought here for orders?” he replied, before noting “The transmissions with your orders have been deleted as well.”

“Awww, you do care about us!” Snake interrupted, with a sly grin on his face.

“That has absolutely nothing to do with this! You’re in da-”

“Shadowman please! Everything is fine!” Dr. Light’s voice rang over the speakers. “Just... go down the hall, my assistant will be waiting for you!”

“See, everything is fine, Shadowman.” Snake hissed. He started down the hallway. After a few moments, Spark rushed after him. Hard followed the two, with Shadow close behind. The hallway was bright and clean, and the only thing that they could hear was their footsteps, and the fluorescent lights above them, with their near blinding light, faintly flickering.

“Oh! You must be the robots Light needs!-” A girl’s voice sounded from behind them, sharply cut off, “Umm, could you please take that blade away from my neck?” Because he’d been behind the others, Shadow was the first to notice her. However, he didn’t trust her at all. Unlike the others.

“Shadow! Don’t hurt her! She’s Light’s assistant!” Hard retaliated, rushing between the two. “Sorry about that, Shadow’s been acting weird ever since we got here.”

“Oh it’s fine! Though, you guys are a little late. The information session is just down the hall, in the room with lights on the door; You can’t miss it!” The assistant cheerily responded, quickly changing the topic.

“Can you take us there?” Spark asked.

“Of course! Just follow me!” The girl responded with a beaming smile. She trotted down the hall, urging the bots to follow her. The four followed her down the rest of the hall. Though, it seemed a little… off; her mannerisms, the sanitary nature of this place, this was a factory, not a medical office! It didn’t take long for them to reach their destination.

“Just come in here and do what you have to!” The assistant’s voice rang. A door opened, revealing an eerily dim room. Snake eagerly entered. Shadow hesitantly followed, and the other two entered behind him. There wasn’t much inside. On the furthest wall was a screen, which was faintly glowing from a projectors light. Shadow noticed the ceiling, which seemed barely existent. Suddenly, a loud clanking sound alerted the bots to the door, which had slammed shut. They didn’t have time to investigate the door though, as the projector flickered on.

“Hello! Hello! Before everything happens, I just have to say thank you! Thank you for participating!” It was the assistant, ecstatically exclaiming her thanks in a song-like tone. However, the energy and joy in the assistant was not present in the bots. Behind the cheerful girl was a jumbled mess of mechanical parts. It wasn’t easy to see them with the assistant in the way, but it wasn’t hard to recognize what they were. Spark let out a small gasp, with clear fear in his eyes, as he saw the scrapped bodies of his deactivated brothers laying behind the assistant. The moment he looked at her, however, the projector dimmed and turned off.

“What does she mean by… participation?” Hard asked, clearly afraid as well. The sound of grinding gears and motors startled the bots. Instinctually, they walked back, and ended up huddling in the middle of the room. But before any of the other bots could ask, or answer, a scraping sound echoed from above them. After that, all they heard was the sound of crushing metal before everything went black.

[...]

[..!]

[Error. Multiple IC chips detected]

[Activation protocol initiated]

[Booting…]

“Oooooooohoho, rise and shine sleepyhead! Well, sleepyheads…” Through the ringing in his ears someone spoke, saying something, he couldn’t tell, But at the same time, he… could? It was the assistant’s voice, that was certain. Slowly and, somewhat clumsily, the robot propped himself up. However, he wasn’t expecting to have a sharp electrode in place of his left hand. Or a hand in place of his weapon. Whichever it was, the bot quickly fell back down, unable to put his hands on the table.

“Augh…” The robot groaned, “what ha-”. He stopped mid phrase, hearing a voice that, wasn’t really his. But it… was?

“I… I can’t believe it…! It worked! It actually worked! I did it! I did it!” The assistant shouted, near cackling, all while punching the air in triumph. The same feeling was not reciprocated with the bot, who wearily squinted at her. “Worked? What worked? What… what did you do?” A voice spoke from the robot, confused by her words. It wasn’t the same voice as before. It wasn’t his voice, but it was his voice, he didn’t understand it. He wasn’t talking, but… he was!

“You really can’t figure it out? Hah!” She mockingly said, only to begin mumbling, “Who would’ve thought more IC chips would make a robot dumber!” The robot didn’t hear what she mumbled, with his ears still ringing.

“More IC chips…? You- put us… together?” A voice spoke, breaking the short lived silence. It was Magnet, without any doubt. “Together?” Top asked, before he too realized what the assistant meant. “Wait, Magnet?! Is… is that you?” In an instant, each member of the 3rd line tried to stammer out, well, anything really. Questions, answers or whatever they could say. But only one voice made itself clear.

“Why- why… why did you-”

“Why’d I do this?

The girl snickered, and her eyes locked on the 8 bots. “I was inspired by Wily… He has such great ideas, but the worst execution! I mean, what was he thinking? Using the 2nd line was bound to fail; they practically hate each other! But you? You’re different. You’re... like family… You aren’t doomed to failure.”

“Failure? Like this is a success?!” Gemini remarked.

“Aww, does Light’s little narcissist want a mirror? Will that make you feel better?” The assistant taunted. Before Gemini could even answer the question, she stepped over to the cabinet and pushed a mirror out from beside it.

An arm from Spark, an arm from Magnet, both of Top’s legs, Shadow’s body and Hard’s head, with a few scattered details from Gemini, Needle and Snake. It was an eyeful for them all, like someone had haphazardly torn them apart and carefully melded them together. In all honesty, that’s probably what happened.

“No… NO!” Needle screamed. He swung at the mirror in an attempt to break it. However, just before he hit it, the amalgamate’s whole body froze. “C’mon, I gotta run a few tests first. Then you can break stuff!” the assistant exclaimed, holding a remote. She ordered the robot to lay on the table. She checked every joint, wire and connected part she could, all the parts that she’d changed, that she’d put together. “Perfect! Just perfect! Now, for the important part...” Wires were plugged into the amalgam, hooking them up to the assistants computer. As she looked at the screen, the devious grin that seemed permanent, quickly fell. “No, no, it didn’t work! It was supposed to-!” She sounded devastated.

“Well, this was a good start! Yeah! There’s always a second chance— and the first attempt isn’t always gonna work! Yes!” The assistant assured herself, before rushing out of the room. The third line hadn’t been able to move during the entire checkup. But they wanted to. They needed to. To scream. To run. To get away from her, from this place, from each other.

Yet, when she walked off, and her remote was out of range, they didn’t. They didn’t scream. They didn’t run.

They just cried.

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megacircuit9universe · 5 years ago

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Trumpty Dumpty

WED FEB 05 2020

There used to be a legend, in my family, that my mom’s grandfather on her mother’s side, was the son of an, “Indian squaw.” Without getting too technical, research on Ancestry.Com about the woman in question, proved beyond all doubt that she was white as the driven snow.

Why? Because she happened to be Mormon... and Mormons happen to be extremely serious about genealogy... and have been since long before the internet came along.

This woman, my great great grandmother, had a thoroughly researched family tree on Ancestry going back to the Mayflower*... as do all Mormons, because they take history seriously.

I am certain this is why Mitt Romney, today turned out to be the one and only Republican who voted to convict and remove Donald Trump.

...Because while all this talk about how they’ll be viewed by history rings hollow to every other GOP Senator currently in Congress, to Mitt Romney, it means something, because he knows his descendants will never forget who he was, or what he did with his life... and that to join in on the acquittal of Trump would bring shame to his family for generations to come.

And he knew that... because we all know, that nobody in the near future, or the distant future, or the very remote future, will ever think of Donald Trump as anything but a shitty person, a terrible President, and an appallingly myopic world leader.

But yes... there was no flash removal of Trump today. He was acquitted, to the shock of nobody. But it is worth mentioning that the 48 Senators who voted to convict and remove Trump, represent eighteen million more people than the fifty-two Senators who acquitted him.

Eighteen million.

Immediately after his acquittal, Trump tweeted a CGI video flying over Trump campaign signs that said, “Trump 2020,” then, “Trump 2024,” then 28, 30, 40, and so on until beyond the year 9000 or some bullshit, before ending on Trump 4EVA.

I saw this, passing by a TV at work today, an it spooked me pretty good, because... well, here at MegaCircuit9Universe we talk a lot about time travel and in our model, he (his hyperversal twins on all worldlines) are well known for always attempting to, and sometimes succeeding at, becoming a dictator for life.

News folk passed this tweet off as a simple troll, as the video was a modified version of one created last year by Time Magazine (of all magazines) to promote an article about how Trumpism will outlast Trump.

I didn’t read that article, so I can’t comment on it, but the point here is, that was not just a simple troll. That was Trump, surviving one of the final checks on his power, putting us on notice of his intention to be our new dictator for life.

I wonder what the AI bot coalition is thinking about that today... especially since yesterday, at the State of the Union address, he continued to crow about, and take full credit for, the booming economy... that they continuously keep from derailing... because for most of them, it is the primary objective.

I would presume that they, as bots, would seek to exhaust every other possible option available, before actually allowing the economy to tank. And... there are still other options to exhaust in the quest to dislodge Trump from power... within a reasonable time frame.**

This same truth is what likely lead Speaker Pelosi to, just at the end of Trump’s ridiculous SOTU speech (in which he stopped to administer surprise gifts to audience members, encourage cheers of four more years, and in general made the affair a circus of lies) To tear up her copy of the speech, on camera, standing directly behind him.

I should stop to note here that his SOTU, for as crazy as it was, was quite positive in tone... so, very much the opposite of the one I recently suggested might flip the Senate against him... one full of wrath and nonsensical raving.

At any rate, Pelosi’s stunt of ripping up the speech had the immediate effect of stealing all the press coverage about SOTU for the rest of the night and into today. From the minute the speech was over, the only thing anybody in the media or online wanted to talk about was this stunt of hers... with it going viral on social media in the form of animated GIFs... being praised by the left, and decried by the right.

But many now speculate that this was also a signal that the House is not done with Trump. Indeed, some say the whole Impeachment trial, it’s timing delayed by a month, thanks to the Speaker, has been a kind of opening act to warm the audience up for the headliner act... which will be about court cases landing against his obstruction of subpoenas, his taxes coming out finally, more FOIA requests coming to fruition, more crimes coming to light, etc.

It doesn’t require any aluminum foil to imagine that such a second act... or third act, if you count the Mueller probe as act one... could finally bring the roof down on Trump’s head in this, an election year.

We all know the Ukraine shakedown was just the tip of an enormous iceberg, which, beneath the water’s surface, is the size of Mauna Kea... and that a shit ton of it will be coming to light soon... as courts strike down his past attempts at damage control... grant information requests to newspapers... as oversight hearings continue in the house... as books are published... and on.

What’s different now, after the impeachment trial, is that we all now also know which Senators are consciously complicit in Trump’s grand crime scheme, and it’s cover up.

We’ve had an idea for a while which House Representatives were complicit (Nunes), but that’s not such a big deal anymore, as we got back the House in 2018, but it took this impeachment trial to expose those poker faced Senators.

Senators play things a lot closer to the vest (Except for McConnell and Graham) which is natural, given that there are only 100 of them, and each one has a lot more power than the average House Rep... thus, a lot more power to lose, if they dirty their shoes in the muck that Reps will occasionally roll about in like swine.

The Impeachment essentially put a gun to their heads... confess your loyalty, Trump or the Constitution... because it cannot be both.

And now that 52 of them confessed, beyond any doubt, that their loyalty is to Trump, over the Constitution... well, now they’re all fair game, when it comes to exposing the greater bulk of that corruption iceberg.

Lev Parnas named Lindsey Graham as being in the loop with the Ukraine extortion scheme... and Bolton named Cipollone. And now you can bet your ass a lot more Senators and White House cabinet members will be exposed as being in that loop... and other loops... all looping around Trump... who is looping around Putin.

And I’ll leave the impeachment and SOTU analysis there for tonight.

Because I still have to talk about Iowa!

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So, in chronological order, on February 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5th, it was... Super Bowl, Iowa, SOTU, and Impeachment.

Ignoring the Super Bowl, which had no real impact on anything here, Iowa, back on the 3rd, is still not resolved tonight as I write.

The Iowa Democratic Party refused to release any election results at all, the night of the caucuses... citing bullshit technical problems. The next day, they released 62% of the results. Then today... released up to 81% of the results... which were found, by sharp eyed election officials to have glaring errors, which IDP then, grudgingly corrected... while still not giving us 100% of the results at the time of writing.

In a nutshell, the original excuse of technical problems with some app they were using doesn’t hold water two days later, because there should have been plenty of time by now to count the paper record by hand, and so it does look as though the IDP simply did not like the results on election night... and has been scrambling to finesse them, ever since.

Why did they not like the results? Because, as I predicted, Joe Biden bit the dust, in this first primary election of the season, coming in a distant fourth place. But even worse... Bernie Sanders knocked it out of the park.

That, for the DNC, is not an acceptable outcome, and so, one would assume, they put pressure on IDP to hold off on announcing and, please double, triple, and quadruple check everything, until... they get something they can live with.

We saw the DNC do this in 2016, when Hillary was their darling, so... the only thing surprising here, is the level of desperation... over-reaching this far to suppress the results, this early on in the game.

The Faustian bargain the DNC (and IDP) are soo sloowly arriving at, is that Pete Buttigieg, who seems to have come in second in reality, should be presented to the world as having come in first... because if there’s no amount of finesse that can save Joe Biden from his pitiful numbers, then hand the centrist torch to Buttigieg. But no way in hell can Bernie Sanders get the political momentum he, and his voters earned out of this!

This does tend to expose how corrupt the DNC still is, and serve to remind us how we got Donald Trump in the first place... after they played this game in 2016, manufacturing consent for Hillary Clinton that did not exist on the ground.

But this time around, it’s not gonna play.

It’s not gonna wash.

It’s not gonna work.

It won’t work because, Bernie has too much of a head of steam, and there is nobody else in the field that can stop him.

Warren looked good until she revealed that she was not really for Medicare for all, but just some public option compromise bullshit. She’s been failing ever since that reveal, and her lame attempt to cast Bernie as a sexist hurt her even worse.

Biden, as predicted earlier in this blog, just has no game, and is running out of money quick. He’ll be gone before Super Tuesday in March.

Buttigieg blew his wad on Iowa and at the moment is simply a centrist place holder for Biden. All of his support will go to Bloomberg, as soon as Bloomberg enters the race in March.

This will leave it between Bernie and Bloomberg through the spring... but Bloomberg has no legs.

How do I know that? Well, as a billionaire trying to buy the election, he’s hemorrhaging millions out of pocket right now, just to stay relevant. And, while being a billionaire, he can afford to hemorrhage millions forever, without feeling the slightest bit faint, it’s a sign of failure that he has to go this route.

Where are his donors? He doesn’t have any because he has no ground game at all. All he has are ads. This is just a publicity stunt at it’s heart.

Obama, famous for his relentless ground game, blew away this kind of media blitz, money-is-no-object, opposition both times out. In his case they were being funded by SuperPacs, but it’s the same strategy of just pouring millions into ads without knocking on any doors.

Bernie Sanders has an even more relentless ground game than Obama ever had, without being funded by any corporate donors or super pacs... with more money than any of his rivals (other than Bloomberg) coming from the donations of regular wage workers.

He also has one magic card that even Trump can never possess... the 18 to 45 vote!

Trump won in 2016 by cobbling together a coalition of white schizophrenics, criminally insane white nationalists, Book of Revelation lunatics, and a freight train of garden variety conservative cowards, groomed by their elders to worship whoever seems to hold the scepter of authority no matter what they say or stand for.

That was a clever way to wring the last ounces of water there was left out of the damp cloth that is the white, conservative, male vote, in a post Obama universe.

But!..

Those hard won numbers in just the right districts, in just the right states... pale in comparison to the numbers available to he who can unlock the all-race, all-gender, 18 to 45 vote.

And Bernie has done that, this time around.

There is opposition to him, among the centrist boomers, and even some GenX and so-called, X-ennials... fearing that his nomination is just what Trump wants, and will seal our doom.

But even in the Primary season to come... that’s not gonna make a difference. By the Convention, the DNC will have no other choice than to nominate Sanders.

That’s my prediction.

Okay... extra long entry for an extra crazy start to February.

I’m going to bed.

*When you go back enough generations, everybody has some claim to a Mayflower passenger in their family tree... just as everybody can claim to be a descendant of Genghis Khan.

It’s just a quirk of the fact that every generation you go back, you are covering exponentially more people.

The point here is that my great great grandmother had an exhaustive family tree researched by many others... going back to the point where it becomes meaningless (mayflower) which guarantees beyond any doubt, she was not an, “Indian squaw,” as family legend contended.

** Economy Bots seek to unseat Trump because he has abused the legacy Presidential power of tariffs, which artificially changes the prices of things in a way they cannot control.

Thus, the reasonable time frame for removing Trump, is... sooner than he can tank the economy all by himself... which, since the inverted yield curve of mid 2018, has meant: as soon as possible.

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cannibalisticshadows · 6 years ago

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Nightcall (1/2)

Inspired and named after the song “Nightcall” by Kavinsky

Rating: T

Pairing: Megamind/Roxanne

Tags: Angst with a happy ending.

Summary: Megamind can’t take it anymore. He has to tell her.

(ao3 link) | (part 2)

He’s sick.

It’s shameful how badly the words sit on his tongue, begging as if it’s life or death to be said. And it’s sick. So, so sick. Evil gods above, common sense screamed that everything about this was wrong on a million levels. Though “common sense” never applied to him much, this was a boundary even he was unwilling to cross. Their relationship was professional!

But how can he help it when he sees her walk away, hips swaying side to side like a metronome that seems to beat to his heart. He wants to cry out from the tugging at his soul the farther she is from him.

So, he supposes that’s why he’s always taking her. Mr. Tighty-Whities goes out and entertains hundreds of woman, but there’s only one woman that’s worth the effort.

These day’s he’s taking her more frequently. Half-assed schemes be damned, all he cares now is seeing her face again, right in front of him and not on television. To hear her voice being spoken just for him, tones low and seductive and just for him.

Temptress...

He can’t even...

He digs his fingernails into his palms so hard that even through the kid leather it hurts. He can feel it behind his gums, unsoothable even with his own tongue, which drools with the mere thought of being allowed to touch her in the most chase of ways.

The need to have her to himself has become overpowering. He writes out absurdly poor or well-thought-out plans just for the sake of telling Minion to fetch Ms. Ritchi. Once every-other week has become weekly.

Weekly incidents have become twice, or even thrice, a week.

“Are you okay?” She asks suddenly, tied to her chair and being quieter than usual. No. No that’s not right. She’s supposed to be talking about the plan. Taunting him. Bantering with him. Why isn’t she!? "You kinda seem... tired."

He nervously runs his hands down the crappy built control system of today’s Evil Scheme. It’s cold here, biting at his exposed skin, but the heat of his desperate, sick want keeps him heated. Bitting into his lower lip, he hunches over the buttons and knobs with his back turned to her. But he watches her from the little mirror he put beside him.

“I am ecstatic,” he says with false, half-mad cheer. “Today is the day Metro Man will die.”

“Wow,” she says mildly. She pauses. “Never hear a death threat before.” Despite her tone they both know it’s true. He usually says defeat. Is she frightened for once? Nowadays he’s not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. He bites harder, this time on the tip of his tongue.

He tastes metallic, and it burns his throat.

“Just shut up and be a damsel for once?” He sneers, baring his teeth and turning around to show her. He’s angry at himself, not her.

But it makes Roxanne jolt in her seat, comically surprised. Then she goes still, eyes wide with... Something. He can't read her. Always guessing, with her. She doesn’t respond, but shrinks a bit in her chair, glowering at him with suspicion.

It’s a weird feeling to drawl out this reaction from her.

~.~.~

He’s becoming more desperate to help his vice. Withdrawal starts the second Wayne throws him into prison, keeping him quiet and brewing over the duration of his stay. The guards notice; they steer clear of him.

No one is surprised when he breaks out not twenty-four hours later, snarling at the one puny guard who dares to raise a gun at him when he comes charging out.

Minion, barely given the warning he’s breaking out on his own, manages to catch him a few miles away from the prison he’s running from.

He’s sick. Still sick. Still wants to barrel himself through this confusing life with the little bits of the drug that’s pretty much the only thing keeping him afloat. An unquenchable hunger that has nothing to do with food, and it gnaws at him like a flesh-eating parasite. And it’s so, so wrong. He shouldn’t be feeling like this. Shouldn’t be physically shaking everything she moans his name in tiredness at yet another kidnapping. Shouldn’t be crying into his pillow at night because he wants to hear her voice outside of the television.

Kidnappings are more frequent. At the third kidnapping this week, Roxanne is barely awake which slightly pisses him off. This is a two-person job. He can’t just broadcast their trysts with her snoozing!!! He wants to grab this little woman by the shoulders and shake her—gently—because he just wants to talk to her.

Curse his alien psychology. Because he damn well knows what is happening to him. He knows why he’s resorted to spending more time in his room, biting at his own flesh because he can’t have what he wants. No. What he needs. Minion is starting to catch on, a bit, and Megamind cannot let that happen. No. No he doesn’t feel anything more than an annoyance for Ms. Ritchi, Minion! I am not falling into the same cycle my ancestors did!

He has to convince himself that his tone is somewhat convincing. Because it isn’t.

Tonight he’s determined to do it better. Today’s kidnapping ended before it even began, thanks to a sloppily build machine. It ended with a bitter, nasty remark at her choice in dress. He feels like a boy on schoolgrounds, tugging at the cute girl’s hair to get her attention.

But anyway. He fixed the machine and he demands a do-over. Tonight. At this very moment.

She’s at home, according to one of his spy-bots. not gonna admit that he’s so wretched over his own alien heart he’s started to spy on her in an indirect way.

He’s already on his hoverbike, because Minion, bless him, finally passed out from being worked too hard. He’s getting really close to Roxanne’s place when—

“Oh, no you don’t,” says a disapproving, gruff voice.

Snatched out of the air, his bike’s handles caught in the same beefy hands used to grab his collar, Megamind finds himself dangling and flailing his limbs.

Fucking Wayne. Fucking fucking fucking Wayne. What does he have to do at this time of night around Roxanne’s place, the bloody creep.

Oh. No. Megamind’s the creep, he viciously realizes, eyes ablaze with fury. Wayne’s the perfect boyfriend. Fuck him, Megamind weeps internally.

“Listen, little buddy,” the meat-head starts, pissing off the other alien even more. “You’ve kidnapped Roxie four times this week. What’s your problem?”

“You are my problem,” he hisses vehemently. “Let go!”

“No,” Wayne sighed, flying off closer to her apartment. Still spitting curses, but also rather confused, because why bring him to his destination when he was usually dropped off at the prison when caught? “You need to see this.”

Wayne drops him on the balcony without delicacy, making Megamind hand on his side with the air sucked out of him. Huffing, he stands and wipes dust off him. He breathes in, catching the faint vegetation scent of her potted plants.

His long-time enemy lands beside him on his white-clad toes, staring inside of the glass doors. Peeved, he meets where his gaze lands.

It’s Roxanne. Yes, she is home, and not at all conscious.

She’s still dressed in the same outfit from earlier; a sleeveless, deep wine-red—almost black—dress that flared at the knees, hugging her hips and derrière like a godforsaken glove. She looked good enough to drink. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, earlier,

That could have been a terrible, terrible tease if she hadn’t spent the duration of their short encounter today falling asleep. Why was she so tired lately?

She’s conked out on her red couch, one leg hiked up over the back of the couch, the other hanging off with her heal barely hanging onto her big toe. Her hair is completely disheveled, her mouth parted open as she drools slightly onto the couch’s fabric. One of her arms is curled up behind her hair, with the other hanging off the side of the couch.

And with that hand she’s gripping onto a bottle of wine. Her mascara has smeared down her face like black veins.

“You need to back off a bit,” Wayne said, his heroism voice gone and replaced with something that actually sounded human. It made things a hundred times worse because Megamind knew what his problem was.

He stood and stared at his poor Roxanne. Why. What the fuck is wrong with him!?

Wayne grabbed him by the collar before he could linger another moment, and he’s being thrown back into prison, to the bewilderment of the Warden. Can’t blame the old man; everyone could see Megamind was finally losing his marbles. He could see the thoughts in their eyes.

But as he sat in his cell, the tv on but muted, familiar orange jumpsuit scratchy against his sensitive blue skin, he thought over this hell of a month. He was sick of this. Sick of his wretched alien secret of this… need.

It should be below him. It should be abolished from his DNA; a trait his pre-evolved ancestors needed for… things. He was a scientist; an evil genius; a lone wolf. He shouldn’t be made weak by the simple, kind smile of a blue-eyed reporter.

Yet he was.

And he knew what he had to do.

Before it destroyed him.

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Gamera vs Jiger (1970)

That’s right, Hollywood After Dark was actually so fucking depressing I decided the only thing that could cheer me up was a Gamera movie – and lo! When I typed our sabre-toothed saviour’s name into YouTube, up pops this film, which I’d never seen! Gamera vs Jiger was directed by Noriaki Yuasa, who brought us the other Gamera films, and features a really annoying noise and some even more annoying little kids!

The city of Osaka is getting ready to host some kind of world’s fair. Young Hiroshi is particularly eager to see it, as is his American friend Tommy, because their families are both intimately involved with the preparations. Hiroshi’s father, an inventor, is building mini-submarines for one exhibit, while Tommy’s, an archaeologist, is bringing in a mysterious stone statue all the way from Wester Island in the Pacific. The statue is called The Devil’s Whistle and the natives don’t want to let it go, because a legend says it’s the only thing keeping away something called Jiger. Boy, I bet that won’t come back to bite anybody in the ass, will it?

Turns out the reason the statue is called the Devil’s Whistle is because when wind blows over the hole in its top, it makes a really, really annoying sound that drives everybody insane – the crew of the ship transporting it, the audience, and a weird warthog-dinosaur-looking creature. Sure enough, this is Jiger, who sets out to destroy the statue and anything else it might happen to come across. Looks like a job for Gamera to me!

Now, the formula for these movies is to have Gamera get injured in an early fight, so that the people of Japan have to try to take on the monster themselves. They then fail, and Gamera miraculously returns, summoned by the whining of bratty children in tiny shorts, to save the day! That’s what happens here, too. So how does Gamera lose his first face-off against Jiger? Is he frozen, like he was by Barugon? Held at bay by a threat to children, like he was by Viras? Beat up and forced to retreat to the water to heal, like by Guiron or Gyaos?

Hell no! Jiger is much more creative. The first time the two monsters fight, Jiger fires quills into Gamera’s arms and legs so he can’t pull them into his shell and fly away, then rolls him over on his back and leaves him on a rocky island to starve to death! Then we have to watch Gamera try to flip himself over again using his tail, screeching out in pain the entire time, and it truly is the sorriest I’ve ever felt for him. Then at their second encounter, Jiger stabs Gamera in the shoulder with some kind of stinger, and Gamera staggers off in agony. There’s then this bizarre sequence where the kids take one of those tiny submarines down Gamera’s esophagus and find that Jiger has implanted a fucking embryo in his chest which is now devouring him from the inside out like one of those creepy spider wasps! Holy shit! Since when did Gamera do body horror?

Gamera spends so much of this movie in obvious pain, I think it would probably be rather distressing for a child to watch. The part where the embryo is growing inside him, and Gamera turns white with his skeleton briefly visible before his glowing eyes go out, actually distressed me and I’m in my thirties. I think this might be the only time I’ve actually seen the children in one of these movies give up on Gamera in what sounds like honest despair, when Hiroshi declares, “oh, he’s dead!” It feels weird to talk about a Gamera movie being dark, but this one gets there.

After the ridiculousness of Gamera vs Guiron, Gamera vs Jiger represents the series trying to regain some of its self-respect and the respect of its audiences (as demonstrated by the fact that the next installment was Gamera vs Zigra, it didn’t work). The dark content is probably an intentional part of this, and it sits a little uneasily alongside the cheerful absurdity that naturally comes of this being a Gamera movie. Sometimes it kind of works, but more often it really doesn’t. The miniatures and matte paintings are as terrible as anything in Mighty Jack or, for that matter, in previous Gamera films. The music includes classics like We’re Gonna Ride our Bicycles and of course the immortal Love Theme from Gamera, sung by a chorus of slightly tone-deaf grade-schoolers. The pun ‘Wester Island’ is kind of awe-inspiring in its sheer lameness, and the dialogue includes technical language like ��it’s based on super-ultra-violent waves!’ The foleyed-in footsteps sound like all the actors are wearing tap shoes. The dubbing sucks. The dubbing of the children, particularly Tommy’s little sister Susan, is so terrible it actually manages to suck and blow at the same time.

My favourite nugget of silliness is the scene in which one of the scientists shows a slide of an x-ray of Gamera. How the fuck do you x-ray Gamera?! Imagine the host sketch in which Joel and the bots try to figure it out!

But Gamera movies, like all kaiju eiga, live and die by their monsters and the fighting between them. The Gamera of Gamera vs Jiger looks as dumb and rubbery as he ever did (I’m particularly fond of his belly-flop landings), but Jiger is actually pretty cool and mean-looking, with a surprisingly plausible quadrupedal gait – while Guiron always looked like a guy crawling around in a rubber costume, Jiger actually moves like a four-legged animal and I can only attribute this to a very gifted suit-maker. Some of Jiger’s powers, like its quill-shooting, are quite interesting and scary. Others, like its ability to fly by shooting steam out of its ears, are laugh-out-loud stupid.

The fights themselves are kind of interesting in that they are battles of wits, as well as monster fights. Both Gamera and Jiger are depicted as observing their enemy and learning from what they see. In the first fight, Gamera learns that Jiger will try to wrap its tail around his neck, and pulls his head into his shell at the last minute. Jiger learns that Gamera must retract his limbs in order to fly, and uses the quills to prevent this. The fact that both combatants are intelligent ups the ante quite a bit, without giving them the childlike human motivations that turned the monsters of Godzilla vs Megalon into cartoon characters. The brutality I mentioned continues into the final fight, culminating in Gamera impaling Jiger in the face with the statue that started the whole thing!

Just as often, of course, the fights are ridiculous. There is a bit where Gamera throws Jiger up in the air, but Jiger lands on the other end of the fallen tower Gamera is standing on, launching him into some buildings in turn like something out of a kaiju-fueled Rube Goldberg machine.

The setpiece sequence of the film, and the one that sets it apart from any other Gamera movie, is the Fantastic Voyage bit where the two boys go inside him with the submarine to remove the Jiger embryo. Fantastic Voyage was made in 1966, so I suspect it was indeed the inspiration. Unfortunately, Gamera’s innards are not nearly as cool as anything in the earlier film – and in retrospect, Fantastic Voyage doesn’t even look that cool anymore. Instead, the baby Jiger chases the kids around on an obvious stage set, among tunnels that aren’t nearly gooey enough to be something’s anatomy. The inside of Gamera’s lungs are made of inflated plastic bags with some algae inside them, and seeing the Jiger suit at its actual size is laughable. For all that, though, the sequence is sometimes pretty tense, and when it fails at that it’s at least amusing.

I do like Gamera movies in general. I mean, yeah, they’re not very good, they’re not particularly meaningful and they’re not gonna win any awards, but they’re fun to watch, fun to write about, and fun to heckle with friends. I’d even say that Gamera vs Jiger is one of the better ones. It doesn’t have the annoyingly irrelevant moral of Gamera vs Zigra, and a lot more money, effort, and creativity went into it than that movie or Gamera vs Guiron. It helps a lot that the kids here are a little older – Hiroshi and Tommy are specifically described as being twelve years old, instead of the five or six-year-old Kenny and Helen from Zigra. The kids do keep ending up in places they don’t belong but for once the adults respond fairly realistically to this.

In reviewing Gamera vs Barugon I noted that insofar as Gamera symbolizes anything, it’s probably childlike faith in good overcoming evil. Apparently I was right, because that is explicitly stated in the closing scene of Gamera vs Jiger – the adults admit that Hiroshi and Tommy were right about Gamera being the hero Japan needs, and that they should have believed in him. This is still a weird attitude to take towards a giant monster that wrecks almost as much shit as Jiger does, but I guess that’s just something you have to accept about kaiju eiga. There’s also some attempt at a statement with the world’s fair setting, in that what Gamera has saved is a place where all humanity can come together to learn from each other. Gamera movies do seem to be basically optimistic in outlook, positing that humans are basically good and higher forces are looking out for us, and that’s probably one of the things I like about them.

As one final note, the movie claims that ‘Wester Island’ is the last remaining bit of the lost continent of Mu. Godzilla vs Megalon did something similar with Easter Island and ‘Seatopia’, and was made only three years later… did one inspire another, or were Easter Island and Lost Continents just big things in Japan in the early 70’s? If the former, that represents a rather curious inversion: Gamera began his life as a ripoff of Godzilla, but many years later we find Godzilla movies stealing ideas from Gamera instead!

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