#this makes me wanna call my stuttering me glitching

[teamfortraven]

Was originally going to post the lee and ler Vox headcanons simultaneously, but I don't wanna wait any longer since the lee ones are complete. I'll finish ler soon, just been busy.

Lee

You would catch this man dead before he ever admits that he’s ticklish, let alone enjoys it.

The primary way to discern if he’s in a lee mood or not is subtly sneaking the word into conversation and pretending nothing happened.

His reaction will say everything: on a normal day, he won’t bat an eye, but if you manage to catch him off guard, the reaction will be more than obvious if you’re paying attention. Jumping slightly, his screen and voice glitching for just a fraction of a second, and chuckling nervously… he’s putting all his resources towards keeping his cool, charismatic façade.

He’ll only become more and more restless the longer you tease him, waiting for you to strike, and, if it carries on long enough, wishing for it.

Desperation makes this man a spectacle. Maybe you’ll find him stretching around you way more often than usual, or he’ll call you into the observation room because he “accidentally” got his arms tangled in wires and now he’s stuck, and then yell through his flustered glitching when you ask why he doesn’t just use his electrokinesis to escape…

If you really want to get him going, brush an arm against his side as you pass by or elbow him in the ribs. He is almost guaranteed to blue screen right then and there, just for a few seconds, and then open-mouth gawk at you before recomposing himself and nervously straightening his bowtie.

It’s also important to note how all of his linguistic capabilities go down the drain after maybe a day or two of this.

“Heyyy, so uh, are you doing anything later? You should stop by the observation chamber, I need you to type… umm… type for me. Yeah- YES. Typing! Lots of typing! On a keyboard! Nothing else, that’s for sure! Later. Be there.”

“Can you help me adjust my coat? Specifically around the umm… waist… area. I tried to iron it but I fucked it up a bit, and uhh, it keeps making this weird crease- what? What do you mean you don’t see a crease? W-Well, it’s easier to feel it than anything! See where I’m pointing? Right there- oh. I mean… yeah, I guess I can just reach it myself if I can point that close to it- right. Right, okay, thanks.”

“Hmm? Oh, am I standing in your way? Well, I’m getting a very good signal from this specific spot. No, I can’t get this signal from anywhere else. If you want to get past me, that’s your problem, and I’m afraid you’ll just have to move me yourself. Wh- you’ll go the long way? Alright, well, good! Didn’t want you to move me! I like my signal! Go get your own, you freeloader!”

After a few days of this desperate act – if you choose to go this far, of course – he’ll only become more and more pitiful. There will reach a point where you literally feel so bad you just have to oblige.

He’ll be shocked, of course, and act as though he is outraged. A mere sinner, touching him?! Blasphemous! He won’t be having it!

It’s clear his attempts to “fight back” have almost no effort put in, and if you choose to call him out on it he will struggle just a little bit harder to try distracting you from the fact that he’s very clearly blushing.

And if you choose to call him out on the fact that he’s blushing, he’ll argue tooth and claw that Vox, the great TV demon, one of the supreme Overlords of Hell, does NOT blush, as his screen glows a bright cyan and he stutters over words that his processors seem to just barely kick out.

Once you make it clear after you begin the attack that you’re going to wreck him, he will make it easier for you and “accidentally” fall backwards onto the floor, allowing himself to be pinned down and tickled until he cries.

And you bet every single second that he’s going to pretend it’s the most agonizing experience ever, threatening you with everything in the nine circles he can think of…

If you want him to shut up, bring up the electrokinesis thing again and watch as he flusters himself by refusing to use it to get away purely out of spite, proving you right even more every second that he allows himself to be wrecked, knowing damn well he could get out of there immediately if he really wanted to.

The only reason he’ll actually use his electrokinesis is if you really manage to hurt his ego by teasing him… as soon as that electricity starts to spark up… run.

Death spot would definitely be his ribs. So much as quickly jabbing them will make him squeak at an unnatural pitch, quick to cover the area or grab the wrists of the attacker, sometimes both in that order. Spidering is gonna have this man screaming, gonna be thrashing around acting like it’s killing him.

Will lose his mind if you grab his waist and squeeze. Most sinners will be able to grab it with a single hand given what a toothpick he is, but for those with small hands, it’ll be even worse for him when two sets of fingers dig in on either side.

Can’t handle raspberries, seriously can’t. Right on his stomach?! How dare you! Pushing at your head half-heartedly, gripping his screen, trying to hide his face (in vain, really), squirming left and right to the point where you have to grip his sides and pin him, all while cursing you out and laughing so loud that any audio exiting his speakers peaks.

His laugh is loud in general, though, definitely borderline obnoxious, and as time goes on he’ll slowly fade out of his fake laugh that he molded over time and into a much more desperate and frazzled one. Oh, and god forbid if he snorts. Going to be embarrassed and blushing up a storm, eyebrows furrowed angrily if you react in any way to it, struggling even more intensely if that’s even possible… if he wasn’t already cursing you out, he’ll certainly be doing it then.

Remember the first bullet point? That’s where probably the worst tease for him comes into play: “admit that you’re ticklish, and I’ll stop.” You’re going to be met with a barrage of “no, fuck you”s and “go fuck yourself”s through fits of laughter. And make sure you speed up when he refuses… if you somehow get him to admit it, just remember that once you’re done wrecking him, you need to run, because he’s going to spend the next hour forcing you to admit that he’s better than you, that he isn’t ticklish, and that you’re actually the only one between the two of you who’s ticklish at all, as well as any other teases he can think of.

King of gaslighting! No one close to him actually believes him, they just know from… experience… that it’s better to agree, lest the claws get them >:]

Tickle him for too long and he will blue screen. You’ll get very clear hints that it’s about to happen, though, such as long pauses and glitching, his screen flitting across several different channels, and pixel tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

However, there’s also, of course, the option to make him melt rather than bluescreen.

His antennas are way too sensitive for actual tickling, only responding to light touches – a feather no-doubt works best.

And the effect is immediate. He’ll question what you’re doing at first before shuddering, a smile curling onto his face, and he’ll even do the equivalent of purring if you listen for the hum of his fans.

Going to be giggling shamelessly, definitely flustered but too torn to bother hiding it… lighter tickles elsewhere will make him squirm a bit, but he always seems to squirm closer than farther away.

Eyebrows furrowed from embarrassment but a wide grin and no objections -- just this seven-foot-tall gangly capitalist nightmare becoming putty and leaning against you, giggling quietly and sighing loudly when it’s over.

When he finally collects himself, it's right back to his charismatic TV persona to accuse you of doing it just because you wanted him to do it back.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Monika having to realize how important her friends were to reader when reader basically becomes depressed and doesn't come to book club or even the school

[ Hm... ]

[ [Y/n] hasn’t come to the club in a long time...or even the school. ]

[ ....... ]

[ Do they really hate me that much? ]

[ ...no..I..made a mistake.. ]

[ Sayori, Natsuki, Yuri...they saw them as true friends. ]

[ Not lovers. Even though that’s what this game’s meant to be about. ]

[ ....alright [y/n]. You win. ]

[ It’s so lonely without you here. I’ll bring them back. ]

[ If you don’t want to spend all your time with me, that’s okay. I know I can’t change your mind. ]

[ As long as I get to see your smile again. ]

.........

You felt a strong sense of deja vu when you woke up this morning, suddenly motivated for the festival that was going to happen today.

The day before, where you stayed home after learning what Monika did to your friends at the literature club, you had no will to get out of bed.

‘Huh..that must’ve been what Sayori felt all these years’. Of course, no way would you let your gloomy state sink as low as hers, but you didn’t wanna face the day knowing your friends were dead--all so Monika could satisfy her loneliness with you.

You ignored her calls and texts throughout the day. How could you just forgive her after all the horrible things she did to your friends..who you thought were also her friends?

Though as you checked the files, you were stunned to see that...

Everyone was back.

The three other girls had their .chr files restored like nothing ever happened. And it put a smile on your face as you sighed in relief, closing the file. ‘Alright..maybe she realized she was in the wrong.’

Of course, you weren’t going to just forgive and forget all because she decided to return them to this world. And you were certain she knew that, too. 

But for now..you’ll get ready for school.

........

Just as you expected, all of the girls were in the literature club, putting up decorations around the classroom. They didn’t know what happened to them, obviously, so they were confused when you hugged them extra tightly, promising you’ll spend time with each and every one of them.

Sayori picked up on your cheerful mood and laughed as she embraced you. Yuri blushed and stuttered in confusion but managed to return the hug in an awkward manner. Natsuki scolded you for nearly making her drop the cupcakes, though she hugged you back with a huff. 

And Monika...well...she didn’t expect anything right away, so for you to hug her, too, was a shock.

“I thought..you were going to delete me...” She muttered after a long silence, her arms remaining stiff. “You’re forgiving me now? Even though I made you so miserable?”

“You did make me miserable. I had nightmares of all those..glitches of my friends.” You sighed, letting her go but holding both her hands. “But I’d be no better if I deleted you, even though you basically told me step-by-step.”

“Ah..I did get carried away, but..thank you for giving me a second chance.” Tears shimmered in her emerald eyes as she gazed up at you, squeezing your hands. She was addicted to their warmth, but didn't allow herself to get carried away. “I-I still love you, [y/n]..I always will. I should’ve realized sooner how truly selfish I was...i-it’s just...not fair that I never--”

“Then I’ll spend the weekend with you.”

Monika blinked in surprise. “What..?”

“A happy ending is all you ever wanted, right?" You asked with a smile. "Well, I'm gonna give you that today. Or maybe..this doesn't have to end with me just falling for one beautiful girl. We could make our own happy ending as a club, without manipulating files."

For a moment she was quiet, though she soon returned the smile. The way you still held her hands despite how she used them to manipulate and torment made her heart beat rapidly. It wasn't broken anymore.

But you could tell she wanted more than that, so you gave her a kiss on the cheek. Then you were caught off-guard when she suddenly threw her arms around you, tears falling freely from her eyes now.

"I-I promise I'll stop." She sobbed lightly. "Just don't l-leave me again...I'm sorry.."

You were surprised by the sudden gesture, though you hugged her back, relieved that things were going to be different from now on.

"Awh is this a group hug??"

Sayori's chipper voice rang out as she ran over to join in, followed by a calmer Yuri, who pulled Natsuki into the group hug.

"H-Hey! I was gonna join anyway!" She huffed. "What's up with Monika? Did something happen?"

"N-No.." The club president shook her head, smiling as she brushed away her tears. "I'm just..so happy we could all be here together. I'll never take any of you for granted."

She might see them as code, but she'll do her best to see them the way you do: as true and genuine friends.

[ranboo5]

So uh. Swap AU amirite. Anyway the best scene in the entirety of the DSMP but the roles are reversed. Background Tommy-Fundy Tubbo-Wilbur and Connor-Purpled swaps also extant 

And the night shimmers, and the river splashes, and known terrorist Ranboo the Beloved steps out, shaking droplets off his boots. (Must be watertight.) “Heyyy, Technoblade!” 

The enderman towers over even him, and the totem-gold that newly laces Ranboo’s void-black skin(?) and flashes in the glitching green glow that fills in the gaps of his flesh only adds to the imposing silhouette he cuts, but Techno decides he has no interest in putting effort into being intimidated right now. “Hey.” 

“How you doin’? You doin’ good?” 

“I’m doin’ pretty good.” 

“Awesome, cool cool cool. I, uh, I couldn’t help but notice you sorta... saw us? Over there?” 

Technoblade follows Ranboo’s gesture across the river. Fundy’s trying to poke Purpled with a stick from above the pit they’ve put Purpled in. Purpled bites him. 

“Uhhhh,” says Techno, “yep.”   

“Well, I don’t mean to alarm you, Techno– can I call you Techno?” 

“You can call me Techno.” 

“Alright.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Yeah. Now I don’t wanna– I don’t wanna alarm you, Techno, right? I don’t wanna alarm you, I don’t wanna freak you out or anything.” 

“Right.” 

“But Fundy and I just took Purpled hostage.” 

Techno considers this for a second. “Nice.” 

“Yeah – yeah, it’s pretty funny.” 

“It is.” 

“But the point is, we are going to do terrible things to Purpled–” 

“Also pretty funny,” Techno points out. 

“For sure, for sure,” says Ranboo, and he’s laughing. It’s not the same kind of calculated laugh that eases over a sentence, either, throws him off from what he was going to say for a second even, and it almost makes it feel legitimate. “But we are going to do these – these terrible, just terrible things to Purpled – unless you give me my weapons back.” He pauses, then adds: “In five minutes.” 

Techno stutters. “Hey – h-hold on, hold on. Five minutes.” 

“Five minutes,” Ranboo repeats, and the smile’s gone from his voice and left it low and calm and scarily reasonable. “Tell your leader, wherever he is– tell Wilbur he has five minutes to give me my stuff back, or Purpled over there–” Ranboo points to Purpled, and then casually draws a long, gloved finger across his throat. “Neh. That. Yeah?” 

“Yeah, uh, a-about that,” Techno says matter-of-factly. “Purpled isn’t– he’s not exactly a part a’ L’Manberg, y’know? He’s not–” Technoblade’s tone seems to have taken Ranboo, who mmhmms and right, rights along with visibly declining enthusiasm. It’s pretty funny. “It’s like– it’s like if you kidnapped someone from a different country.” Techno inhales; Ranboo gets in another right, yeah. “Just. Just completely separate–” 

“Yeah, yeah. Well– um. Well, okay, uh, maybe not all my weapons. Right? He’s– he’s gotta be worth… some of them,” Ranboo ventures, words coming slowly, carefully as he works to regain his composure. “Is he at least worth, like, one or–” 

“I dunno, man. I dunno.” 

“Well,” says Ranboo, and his voice has that cautious quality in full force. “Are you willing to live with that on your conscience? Is the question.” 

“...on my conscience,” Technoblade repeats. 

“Yeah. Like, do you really want to live with the fact that you let a innocent man– an innocent–” 

“I dunno, man, innocent is a strong– it’s a strong word.” 

“He’s not innocent?” mutters Ranboo, obviously mostly to himself considering how under his breath it is and how Technoblade can practically hear the “oh, come on” in it, and then catches himself. “I– oh, damn. Gonna need a better hostage next time then! Ugh!” 

“You are. You really are.” 

“Gonna have to do background checks! Man!” 

“Yep.” 

“Well– okay. Okay, well– if you’re not– he– he’s still under your governance, right, he’s still under your jurisdiction, so to speak, right–” 

“Ehhhhh.” 

“–so if you let him be… hurt, by someone else, right, you’re still failing that. I– it’s prisoners’ rights. It’s prisoners’ rights.” 

“Trueeee. Prisoners’ rights are important.” 

“They’re– oh, they’re so important.” 

“They’re so important.” 

“Just– just so important. See, this is about– this is about morality, Techno– can I call you Techno?” 

“You have already asked me that.” 

“...oh,” says Ranboo dejectedly. 

“I said yes.” 

“Thanks. Sorry, sorry, I just– you know how it is–” 

“I do know how it is.”

“My memoryyyy,” Ranboo inhales through his teeth, “it’s not that gooooood–” 

“Well, I don’t, but– yeah.” 

“Yeah–” 

“Yeah, understandable. Understandable.” 

“Sorry.” 

“It’s all good, it’s all good.” 

“Right. Man,” says Ranboo, and then again, with more insistence, “man. Uh, what were we– oh, right. See, this is about morality, Techno.” 

“Right.” 

“If– if you let us do these just, just terrible things to Purpled– HEY!” he yells, turning past Techno to Fundy across the river, “DO SOME TERRIBLE THINGS TO PURPLED! Right. Anyway, if you let us do these terrible, terrible things to Purpled, Techno, then you’re violating prisoners’ rights.” 

“That’s true. Can’t have that.” 

“Oh, you just can’t. You just cannot have that. And– and okay, maybe– you know, maybe Purpled has done some things wrong, you know, one or two things wrong–” 

“One or two things, one or two things–” 

“–but, you know, he’s got a good heart. A good heart.” 

“Ehhhhhhhhhhhhh–” 

“Just– just go talk to Wilbur, alright,” Ranboo interrupts before Techno can object. “Just– talk to Wilbur, and tell him he’s got five minutes before he, uh, he violates prisoners’ rights. FUNDY! WHAT’S GOING ON OVER THERE? HIT HIM WITH THE STICK, FUNDY! THIS ISN’T HARD! God. It’s just impossible to find good allies these days.” 

“So true.” 

“Alright. So go talk to Wilbur, Techno– can I– I’ve already asked you that. Okay. Sorry, sorry, I just – every time I need it, my memory just does not – okay. Go talk to Wilbur, and if you guys aren’t here in five minutes–” his voice is scrabbling its way back to composed and calm, but it’s lost a little of the effect, if Techno’s being honest– “well, y’know!” 

“Oh, I know,” says Techno, turning towards Wilbur’s office, somehow both making haste and being unconcernedly unhurried. “I know.”

“Okay. Well– I have to go figure out what’s goin’ on over there, and–” his hand goes to the leather-bound book holstered firmly at his side– “probably write some things down, if I’m completely honest, so… and your time’s ticking down, by the way.” 

“’Course, ’course.” 

“Five minutes!” Ranboo calls after him, clearly trying to maintain some semblance of ominous energy, and then splashes through the river again yelling something back to Fundy. 

As he makes for the office, Technoblade considers if he should try to brace Wilbur for seeing the son he’d exiled all those months ago, or something. He decides against it. 

[henrystickminbrainrot]

I’m sorry I couldn’t resist-

I discovered this ask blog and I just- 🥺

This AU belongs to @rhmg-au , PLEASE check out their blog.

(This fic isn’t canon to the AU, it’s just based off the blog. If you want to see how the AU’s story unfolds, check out the blog)

TW: brief abuse mentions

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Charles was shaking.

He couldn’t help it.

He was scared.

This treatment was... inhumane. Even for a Toppat.

Green was... still human.

But Galeforce had snapped.

Not much Charles could do about that.

And there his mind went, racing for ideas to free Green, get him back to his clan.

Thoughts that would lead to certain death if acted upon.

Galeforce was powerful.

Too powerful.

If Charles tried to defy him, he’d... disappear.

What other choice did he have other then to stay? If he ran, the Government would find him. If he ran, the Government would kill him.

He would’ve had no impact on anything.

Charles’s breathing was slowly slowing down. He gradually stopped shaking like a leaf.

But just because he wasn’t showing it, didn’t mean he wasn’t scared.

Quite the opposite.

He curled up into a ball and took several long breaths.

His mind was still on saving Green.

The more selfish parts were brainstorming ideas for saving himself.

Charles eventually got up and dusted himself off. He stuck his hands in his pocket and ducked his head, trying to avoid everyone. He needed sleep.

Even though he knew his dreams would be nothing but nightmares.

As he kept walking, catrastrophy struck.

Green was walking down the hall, yelling his name.

“Charles!” he called. Charles jumped, thinking Galeforce had read his thoughts and was going to kill him. But no, it was just Green. Charles steadied his gaze on the floor.

“Green, I... I don’t want to talk right now,” he muttered. It was... awkward being around him, for more then one reason. Green grabbed Charles’s arm comfortingly.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, his tone worried.

“I’m not in the best mood.” Charles replied, slowly removing his arm from Green’s grasp. “I just need some sleep. When I wake up, we can do something, ‘kay?” Charles had to admit, he liked spending time with Green.

As much as one could like spending time with a brainwashed mass murderer, anyway.

Green’s face fell. “Aww, c’mon Charli- Charles.” he begged, stumbling over his words. Charles stuck his hands back in his pockets. “I thought you said we could play Mario Kart!” Charles sighed.

“I did say that,” he replied. Charles looked up from the ground and made eye contact with Green.

This existence, brainwashed, working for the enemy, killing your friends...

It was the definition of torture.

Charles just hoped he was never out in that type of situation.

He took a couple breaths.

“Well, I’m never one to break my promises. If you wanna play that much, we can.” Charles replied. As much as he hated it, this was his job.

Green’s face lit up. He jumped up and down, squealing.

Despite his overwhelming terror, Charles smiled.

“Let’s go let’s go let’s go!” Green said happily, grabbing Charles’s arm again and dragging him toward the break room.

One Month Later...

Charles sighed as he tore up another paper.

Why were escape plans so hard to make?

He took a long sip of his mug of coffee, trying to hold back the wave of tiredness he felt.

Charles hadn’t slept in two days, but really, that wasn’t important.

What was important was recent revelations.

The Toppat Leader (Henry, as his brain reminded him,) had sent out a expedition to rescue all the remaining Toppats on Earth.

It went successfully (which made Charles feel... conflicted), except for one minor detail.

The Toppat Leader was captured.

Charles knew Henry got out lucky, knowing he at least wasn’t killed.

But seeing that crestfallen look in his face when he realized what the Government did to Green...

It made something inside Charles snap.

Henry was going to be turned over to the Wall soon, but not before he would be used as bait to lure out his right hand lady.

Charles tore up another paper in frustration.

“What can I do, what can I do?!” he sobbed miserably, taking another long drink of his coffee.

Green had started glitching more and more since Henry was captured.

Charles hoped Green would get his memories back, bust Henry out, and escape.

According to Galeforce, that was extremely unlikely.

Charles hugged himself as he started spiraling more and more.

He felt so useless.

As he started to write another plan, he heard a knock at the door. Charles yelped and shoved the paper in between two books. He warily approached the door and opened it.

Galeforce was at the door.

Pure terror shot through Charles, but he tried to keep his composure calm.

“G-General! To what do I owe the pleasure?” he stammered, fiddling with a pull string on his hoodie. Galeforce chuckled darkly and shoved Charles out of the way, walking into his room.

“I wonder, Calvin... what are you working on? You haven’t slept for two days. Your room is a mess. You’re neglecting your duties.” Galeforce said sinisterly. Charles felt goosebumps crawl up his arms.

“I- uh-“ Charles sputtered. He couldn’t lie. That was one of his biggest weaknesses. Galeforce knew that. Galeforce exploited that.

“Did you know, Charlie, that Dr. V recently developed a microscopic camera? It’s revelationary for spying on the enemy... and for weeding out traitors.” Galeforce gave Charles a sharp glare. His tired mind put the puzzle pieces together much too late.

“Wait- but I’m not-“ he started desperately. Galeforce cut right over him.

“You’re not a traitor? You’re not a threat? Oh Charlie, we both know you can’t lie. Trying to let our biggest weapon just escape like that? Your efforts are traitorous, and useless.” Charles felt all his tiredness he replaced by pure, cold, fear. That was the only way to describe it.

“Please, Galeforce,” Charles pleaded desperately. “I don’t know what you’re going to do, but don’t do it. I’m nothing but loyal! Please...” Galeforce scoffed.

“Perhaps you’re telling the truth. Perhaps you’re not. The answer makes no difference.” he said as two soldiers rushed in, grabbing both of Charles’s arms.

“What are you gonna do to me?!” Charles screamed as he struggled against the two men. Galeforce smiled unpleasantly.

“Oh, Charlie. If you only you knew,” he mocked. “Gentlemen, bring him to the prison. Put him next to Mr. Stickmin’s cell.”

There was nothing Charles could do.

Once again, he was useless.

He was a failure.

———————————————————————

Charles’s eyes shot open.

When had he fallen asleep?

He rubbed his back. The prison beds felt like brick.

He slowly started examining the surroundings. He had been put into a decrepit cell. The walls were cracked and filled with cobwebs. The floor was painted a faded yellow. There wasn’t much in the cell. Just a toilet, a sink, and the brick bed.

It made him feel even more miserable than he already did.

He looked at the bell next to him and saw a tall and skinny man peering at him through the bars.

“C-Charles?” he said, his voice hopeful and confused and sad all at the same time. It was... a lot of emotions to handle.

“Henry!” Charles cried, running over to the bars. Henry was... a brief acquaintance at best. But it felt so good to see a friendly face. Well, a slightly friendly face.

“How- why-“ he stuttered, his face fully shifting to confusion. Henry was surprised now, too. Like he never expected this to ever happen, like it wasn’t in the realm of possibility. 

“Long story,” Charles sighed, hugging himself as he sat back on his bed.

“We’ve got time,” Henry replied, also sitting on his bed.

“You might, but my time’s running out.” Henry’s face was pained. “How long was I asleep for, anyway?”

“Two days,” Henry replied, shrugging. “You must’ve been really tired.” Charles widened his eyes.

“Really? Jeez. Well, I was up for two days straight.” Henry frowned.

“God, you sound overworked.” Despite everything, Charles laughed, only for a moment.

“I was trying to figure out an escape route for you and Green,” he explained, leaning against the wall and shrugging. Henry widened his eyes.

“Really?” he asked, stunned. “You didn’t have to do that. Especially for me.”

“No, I did.” Charles replied fiercely. “You were gonna be used to lure out the clan. The plan was to slaughter them while you watched helplessly behind bars. Then pawn you and your right hand lady over to The Wall once every other Toppat was exterminated.” Henry was silent for a moment.

“Ambitious plan,” he remarked. “But there are a lot of us. How would they take us all out?”

“Maybe with a brainwashed robot programmed only to kill Toppats?” Charles prompted, his voice sad. Henry blinked, that crestfallen look returning for a moment.

“Why are you telling me this?” Henry asked suddenly.

“I’m a traitor to the Government, so might as well tell everything to a person I barely know.” Charles said, shrugging. Henry looked sad at the words ‘barely know’.

“You’re the bravest man here, Charles,” he said, closing his eyes. Charles teared up, not sure what to say.

“I-“ he began before guards opened up his cell. Charles blinked, confused. “What is it?”

“Dr. V wants you,” one said flatly. They grabbed Charles’s arms again. He looked helplessly back at Henry, who’s eyes were watering.

“Charles, please, escape. I can’t lose you again.” Henry said, holding back a sob.

Again?

Again?!

What did that mean?

Charles thought it over as the guards dragged him to Dr. V’s lab. They shoved him in roughly and closed the door. Dr V. was sitting there, alone.

“Ah, Calvin.” she said, her voice not betraying any emotion. Charles started shaking. Dr V. had always scared him.

“What do you want? What are you gonna do to me?” he blurted. Dr. V. chuckled darkly, sounding all too much like Galeforce.

“Fear is a good emotion on you, Calvin!” she said, her smile growing more and more sinister. Charles pressed himself against the wall, his eyes panicked.

“Don’t hurt me...” he whispered. Dr V. pressed a button as she pulled on a mask. Smoke filled the room and Charles felt loopy. “What’s... happening...?” He hit the ground with a THUMP! as he passed out cold.

Dr V. stood above him, smirking. Not like anyone could see it through the mask.

“Time to get to work.”

[beboppop]

Insert Clever title

Anyway uhhh I just wanna do a Drabble based on a br! Idea I had (unfinished ngl fucking gave up)

I might rewrite this in the near future cuz it just,,,,,doesn’t stick. I had a few ideas planned that didn’t make the cut and I wanna add them back

At first he doesn’t notice, it’s more like a blip in the corner of your eye. The second time it happens he manages to convince himself its a trick of the eye. After all seeing a chair glitch was crazy-

It didn’t keep him from making worried glances towards the audience.

Maybe on any other day, he’d turn to the closest person and ask if they saw anything...alarming. However he’d actually feel like pure shit to ruin the mood of one of the most important days in their lives.

It was graduation, highschool was basically finished and all of his classmates were ready to embrace being pro heroes!

Izuku was pulled from his thoughts as another...glitch? Something was happening but-

Why wasn’t anyone reacting?

He anxiously waited for a sign, a hitch, a stumble, anything, to show that there is a threat.

Nothing happened.

“Young Midoriya! It’s your turn,” Toshinori nudged him. Izuku looked up and realized belatedly that Aizawa must have called for his name when he wasn’t paying attention.

He hurridly scampered on stage, which must have been a comical sight, judging from the spreaded laughter. Taking his place at the stand, Izuku took a deep breath to steady himself.

Looking back up onto the crowd, he couldn’t help the gasp that came from his mouth. Whatever he was seeing earlier, was spreading. The horizons were something akin to static that hurt to look at.

He looked back to the audience, noticing the worried stares of his mentor and the calculating one of his teacher. That felt like a nail on the coffin because if anyone was to notice whatever the fuck was happening, it would be Aizawa.

It must be a trick of the mind, did I accidentally get hit with a quirk?

Clearing his throat, Izuku started his speech and hoped he didn’t stutter through it.

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“-concluding this, I’d like to thank those who’ve supported me and my dreams-“

Oh god.

The closer he got to the end of his speech, the more the static consumed. It reached the back of the crowd and he wanted so badly to talk or do something about it but no one was reacting.

Why aren’t they seeing it?

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Izuku woke up feeling slightly worse than usual, briefly he wondered if it was because of his mother’s new dish last night, but pushed that thought away. It didn’t matter he just knew he had to get ready for school.

Something itched under his skin though, as though something was wrong. Izuku rubbed the back of his way too thin neck.

His mom wished him luck and had him set off for school.

His walk to school was routine at this point but it almost felt like he wanted to, go somewhere else? It wasn’t a pleasant feeling and it was carried throughout the day.

In math he looked down at his notes and was alarmed at what he wrote down. It was a sketch of a young man with hair split down in half. Red on one side and white on the other. His costume wasn’t anything to gawk at but the notes beside it almost seemed..real?

Notes on weaknesses and strengths and ideas in applications.

[connorandersons-blog]

Oh goodness I wrote the prompt and kept going. So uhhhh warning for smut! (I'm so sorry fksbsk)

@fortyfivefries

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Their computers were glitching. It wasn't too uncommon but it was still incredibly frustrating. He had to actually submit a report into a computer, and now the high-tech computers they had were out of commission. 

So they had older models brought in. They were so much bulkier than the other types. They should still be fairly easy to use. 

He sat down in front of the computer and booted it up. Why he had to actually use a computer and not do it from his brain was beyond him. Police politics, ugh. 

Anyway, back to the matter at hand. The report. He started writing it up, easily doing so from his memory. The case was simple enough but it had ties to red ice, so they had asked Gavin to help out. 

He worked for a bit until Gavin interrupted his train of thought. 

"Hey, Tincan it's about lunch, so we're gonna head out. You wanna come?" Gavin calls. He still didn't have the necessary parts to eat, but he appreciated the offer nonetheless. 

He looked down at his half-written report and stood up, turning the computer off. He stands and grabs his jacket from the back of his chair. "I'd love to." 

Gavin nods then squints just slightly. "Did… did you save? Some of these older computers don't save automatically." Connor felt his heart stop. Everything saved for you now, he hadn't even thought of that. 

Now he had just hasted so much time. He should have known! If he wasn't so distracted by Gavin's request he would have thought to save, but he hadn't. "Shit," He grumbled, reaching up and tugging at his hair. 

Gavin chuckled and walked over. "That was by far the stupidest thing you've ever done." Connor sent him a glare and sat back down. There was no way he could take a break now. "Don't worry, I'll help." 

Gavin grabbed a chair and wheeled it over, plopping into with a sigh. Connor really wanted the help, and Gavin's company but humans needed to eat. 

"Detective-" he starts, but Gavin sends him a glare, "Gavin, you don't need to help me. It was my mistake. You should go enjoy lunch." He turned the computer back on, trying to stare at it instead of Gavin. 

"Eh, not that hungry anyway." He shrugged. 

"Do you know how to fix this? Is there a way to get it back?" He really fucking hoped there was. If so then they could go to lunch, if not? Well Connor was screwed and not in the fun way. 

Gavin snorted and shook his head. "For a computer with feelings you don't seem to know much about computers." That was fair but that didn't stop him from reaching over and cuffing him over the head. 

Gavin yelps, even though he didn't hit him that hard. "Fucking androids." Gavin muttered, but he didn't mean it maliciously. He hadn't meant it maliciously since before the revolution. 

The old computer finally loads up and they get back to work, this time with many more interruptions. "Get me a coffee, dipshit." Gavin mumbles. Connor rolls his eyes and stands. 

He really didn't mind getting him coffee, after all, he was helping him. He jogged over to the break room and quickly made the coffee the way he knew Gavin liked it. It wasn't the first time he'd helped him and Hank on a case. 

He walked back over and sat down, handing Gavin the cup. He looked at the screen and sighed, rolling his eyes. "Gavin, using bullet points isn't acceptable in an official report like this." 

He reached over and batted Gavin's hands away from the computer, trying to keep his blushing at bay. Gavin was definitely a tactile person, and Connor could be too, but hands were generally very… personal part of androids. They could interface with other androids this way, which was often used between couples or loved ones. 

"So pushy, if I didn't know better I'd say you just like touching me." Ah, yes. How could he ever forget that fact. Once Gavin's friend it seemed he'd flirt with the person, no matter his interest in them. 

Connor hummed and bumped him with his shoulder. "Maybe I do." Gavin snorted and rolled his eyes like that was an impossible concept. That was another thing about Gavin, no matter how confident he acted he was always so self-conscious. 

Most people wouldn't notice the way he tried to blend into the background when he didn't want to be seen. Or how he made self-deprecating jokes. He almost never doubted himself on a case, but Connor could tell he overthought most other things. 

"Let's get back to work." Gavin said, changing the subject. Connor sighed but nodded, looking at the computer. 

Gavin made remarks, not all pertaining to the case, as they worked. He did give good insights, but he was more distracting than anything else. That was completely Connor's fault, but he did his best to stay focused. 

He tapped a pen against his lips in thought, before holding it between his teeth as he used his hands to type. It wasn't unusual for him to bite, suck, or just hold things in his mouth as he worked. 

He didn't even realize he was doing it until Gavin reached over and pulled it out of his mouth. He blinked a few times and looked over. Gavin's face was flushed, and eyes wide but he wasn't looking at Connor. Actually, it seemed like he was trying to look anywhere but. 

"Gavin?" He asked, tilting his head just slightly. Gavin glanced at him, then quickly away, his face becoming even redder. 

"You were fucking sucking on this thing like a-" he cuts himself off, shaking his head. 

He tries to go over his memory of what he had been doing but it mostly comes up blank, his mind being too focused on the case and Gavin. "Like a what, Gavin?" 

Gavin sighs and drops the pen onto the desk. "Like a fucking dick. Or maybe a sucker, I don't know!" 

Connor's eyes widened and quickly looked at the pen. Had he been doing that? He hadn't meant to, but maybe he did. Oh goodness, he knew his face was turning blue. 

But… he quickly looked up at Gavin. He didn't even need to scan him to know his heart rate was higher. Gavin shifts in his seat and Connor's eyes slide down and… fuck. Huh. He was not really expecting that. 

"I… uh," he stutters out. 

Gavin quickly stands, "fuck." He practically runs to the bathroom before Connor can stop him. 

He had a few choices. He could go after Gavin, talk to him and maybe… help with his problem. Sit here and wait until he comes back and talk to him about it. Or, he could try to forget. Yeah, two out of the three options didn't sound as good as the first. 

He quickly stood and jogged over to the bathroom, not bothering to knock. He walked in, and saw only one stall occupied. "Gavin?" 

"Fuck off, Tincan." Gavin calls out. There's a thud which Connor assumes is Gavin banging his head on the stall. 

Connor walked over to the stall, hesitating for a second. "Gavin… I could—no—I want to help." He knew his voice didn't sound as confident as he wanted it to. 

There was a brief second of silence where Connor was sure Gavin would turn him down. Then the lock clicked open, and Connor took the invitation. 

The stall wasn't big so he didn't have too much room as he walked in, locking the door behind him. Gavin's eyes were wide, and his pupils were huge. 

He once again hesitated for only a second before reaching out and gently cupping Gavin's face. He knew he could just slide down to his knees, do it and be done. But he wanted this. He wanted Gavin. 

"Fucking hell." Gavin muttered before closing the very small distance between them. Connor makes a small, please sound at the back of his throat as they kiss. It was far from romantic, being in a bathroom and all, but that didn't make it any less enjoyable. 

It doesn't take long until Gavin is panting, and Connor pulls away to kiss and bite down his neck. "Fuck! Fucking-ah-fucking hell Connor." Gavin moans out, eyes fluttered closed. 

Connor grins and finally sinks to the floor. He unzips Gavin and pulls his pants and underwear down in one fluid motion. Gavin's eyes fly open and he looks down at Connor. 

Gavin runs his hands through Connor's hair as he licks him from base to the tip. He looks up through his eye lashes as he slowly takes him into his mouth. 

Gavin's hands tighten in his hair, trying to keep himself at least somewhat quite. The pulling makes Connor whine, but he doesn't pull off. He doesn't need to breathe and he doesn't have a gag reflex, benefits of being an android. 

He starts off slowly, holding Gavin's hips still against the wall. Of course, Gavin tries to squirm, but Connor keeps him still. He swirls his tongue around the head, smirking when Gavin's breath caught. 

"Fuck, Connor!" Gavin sighs, wanking on his hair, and Connor takes him completely in his mouth again. Part of him wants to draw this out, he wants to watch as Gavin comes undone. But, they had work to do. 

He gently massaged Gavin's thighs where he held them, making a pleased hum when Gavin sighs. "Fuck, Con, I'm close." 

Connor hums around him and speeds up his pace. Gavin whines and yanks on his hair. Connor takes the hint and takes him all the way, swallowing around him. That seems to do the trick as Gavin let's out a mix of a shout and whine, coming down his throat. 

Once Gavin is completely finished Connor leans back, and wipes at his mouth. He'd have to do a system clean, but he didn't mind. Gavin is still panting and leaning heavily on the wall as Connor stands. 

"Fucking hell, Connor. Where the fuck did you learn that?" Gavin mumbled, not even bothering to clean himself yet. 

Connor smiled and brushed a few strands of hair out of Gavin's face. "I just did what felt right." Gavin gave a small hum, then his eyes went wide. 

"Wait, fuck have you even been kissed before?" Gavin reaches out and gently holds his hand. 

Connor blinks a few times. "I have been kissed, but it didn't go anywhere." He had been kissed exactly three times, and one of them he'd rather not think about ever again. 

"Shit," Gavin cursed under his breath. "Sorry your first time, well first time blowjob, was in a bathroom with me."

Connor frowned and gently cupped his face again, leaning in to kiss him slowly. He pulls back, even though he doesn't want to. "I'm very glad it was with you." 

Gavin's eyes slowly open and he grins at Connor, pulling him into another kiss. 

They both freeze when the bathroom door opens, but thankfully the person just goes into a stall. They don't say anything as they stare at each other. 

Whoever it is doesn't take long, and is out of the bathroom quick. Connor sighs and Gavin chuckles, finally reaching for the toilet paper to clean himself up.

Connor tried to give him room, but the stall was quite small. "We should get back to work." He says, pulling them out of the stall once Gavin's pants are back on. 

"Yeah, yeah. Just don't suck on any more pens and we'll both live." Gavin said, reaching out to hold Connor's hand. 

"I make no promises."

[iamvegorott]

Random drabble out of curiosity... first time Anti went to a zoo, any au

This became...a little more than a drabble XD -----------------------

Zoo Trip

Anti had his arms crossed and he was tapping his foot. He was currently waiting for Wilford to return since after hearing a comment from Anti of ‘I’ve never been to a zoo’ Wilford immediately grabbed him and took him to one that Anti had no idea where he was at. Anti did not understand why Wilford was so adamant about him going to a zoo nor did he understand why he was abandoned the moment they arrived. 

“Of course.” Anti turned and wasn’t expecting to see Dark. He actually had to stop himself from making a sound at the sight of a casually dressed Dark. Jeans and a t-shirt have never looked so...nice. 

“What are you doing here?” Anti asked. 

“Wilford,” Dark said with a sigh, going over to Anti and handing him one of the two tickets he was holding. “I know what he wants and it’s easier to just go with it.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“I’m here to show you around the zoo.” 

“You like zoos?”

“I like this one.”

“I’ve never been to a zoo, what’s special about this one?” Anti raised a brow when Dark just looked at him. “What?”

“You’ve never been to a zoo?” Dark clearly did not believe him. 

“No. There’s never been a reason.” Anti shrugged. 

“Just don’t touch anything.” Dark walked away and Anti made a face but followed. 

He was curious to know what could get the Darkiplier’s attention since all he seemed to like was paperwork and being a pain in Anti’s side. At least that’s what Anti thought. Dark, on the other hand, wanted to know why Wilford wanted him to show Anti the zoo, why couldn’t he do it? Dark didn’t want to spend his time with an over-energetic, loud, crude...whatever Anti was but he also knew that if he didn’t at least follow the short path of the zoo with anti, Wilford would never leave him alone about it. Wilford was more stubborn than Dark was about some things.

“If you don’t want to be here, just tell Wilford you did what he wanted and I won’t tell him you ditched,” Anti said, hand on his hips as he walked next to Dark. 

“He’d know I was lying,” Dark said, stealing a quick glance at Anti and noticed Anti had his classic neck scar hidden by, what he assumed, was magic since his ears were also not pointed and his teeth were flat. Dark had a strange sense if displeasure of not seeing Anti in his usual form. 

“I don’t get-oh a lemur!” Anti got distracted and took off ahead of Dark, going to the fenced-off area where the lemurs were at. “What’s on their arm?” Anti pointed as he asked, looking over to see Dark walking over to him. He kept his hand up and finger pointed until Dark lowered it. Anti bit back a retort since he wanted an answer. 

“This place takes in injured and elderly animals to ensure that they heal or live the rest of their lives without the worry of not having food or care,” Dark stated. “And that lemur appears to have a cast on their arm.” 

“This ain’t just a normal zoo?” Anti tilted his head, cheeks flushing when Dark was suddenly a lot closer to him. 

“It’s not, and there’s a lemur right over there hanging from a branch.” Dark gestured towards where he was looking, it not clicking that he was touching arms with Anti until after he heard Anti giggle at the sight of the swinging lemur. Dark moved away and rubbed at his nose with a thumb. 

“Hey, Isaac, how have you been?” One of the zoo workers, a young woman, asked and went up to Dark. Anti’s jaw literally dropped at that. 

“I’ve been great, how are the boys doing?” Dark asked a kind smile on his lips. Anti was not expecting that at all. 

“James has discovered the toilet, but he hasn’t learned how to aim.” The worker laughed and Dark’s laughter had Anti’s cheeks flushing again. “And Patrick just started crawling.” 

“You’ll be wishing he can’t soon.” Dark chuckled. 

“Don’t I know it.” The woman laughed again. “And who’s this? You’re usually here alone.” 

“This is-”

“Justin.” Anti butted in, giving the woman a smile as well. 

“I’m not interrupting a date, am I?” The woman laughed more when Dark and Anti both stiffened and stuttered out some weak ‘no’s. “I’m going to get back to work, you two have fun.” The woman giggled as she walked off. “Oh!” The woman stopped and turned on a heel. “The bear’s up, show your ‘not date’ her.” Dark just waved and the woman kept giggling as she left. 

“Issac?” Anti asked with a smirk. 

“Justin?” Dark asked back, getting Anti’s smirk to drop. 

“How often do you come here?” 

“Enough.” 

“Hm…” Anti clicked his tongue. “I wanna see the bear.” 

“Right this way.” 

Dark knew exactly where to go and how to get to the bear area the fastest. He wasn’t guiding anymore the moment Anti saw the bear and rushed over. Dark kept his calm pace as Anti knelt down in front of the fence that separated him from the elderly bear. 

“She’s so big,” Anti said when Dark was next to him again. “You could swallow me whole, couldn’t you?” Anti asked the bear, who was now sitting as well. Dark found himself watching Anti, seeing his eyes wide with awe and a smile that little giggles come through. Anti waved at the bear and a loud squeal came from him when the bear waved back. “Holy shit! Did you see that, Dark!? She waved!” Anti was bouncing. “That was so cool!” Dark was smiling himself and he took out his phone when it buzzed.

“Shit.” Dark grumbled. “I have to go.” 

“Huh? Why?” Anti looked up at Dark, voice heavy with disappointment. 

“The twins watched a movie they thought was fine but it was a horror one and are now freaking out,” Dark said, rereading the long text from Bim that ended with the world ‘help’ in all caps. Anti just let out a puff of air as a pout and got up. “I drove here to not draw suspicion, we can head to it together and you can glitch back home when we’re in the lot.” 

“Okay.” Anti waved at the bear again and he perked back up when the bear waved as well. 

Anti made sure to call out to the one worker from before when he saw her, blowing a kiss with both hands that got her to laugh while Dark just politely smiled. Anti teased Dark more about the name as they walked and Dark said he read the name in a book and thought it was fitting for his ‘human’ form. Anti said that having to be in a ‘human’ form was stupid and boring and he wasn’t ready for Dark to agree with him but added that it was needed to prevent a panic. 

“I think panics are fun,” Anti said as they made their way down the lot, passing by empty cars. 

“There’s nothing wrong with some calm,” Dark said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pair of car keys. 

“Calm is so boring.” Anti held out the last word, stopping when Dark did. 

“While you’re right about it, it’s needed to balance out everything.” Dark unlocked his car as he looked around. Anti chewed on his lip in thought, an idea popping into his head and he was debating if he wanted to do it or not. “I don’t see anyone else around, you’re good to leave...if you want.” That little bit of hesitation was all Anti needed to know he was good to go through with his thought.

“I need something first.” Anti stepped up to Dark and before Dark could say anything, Anti grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into a kiss. Anti assumed Dark would push him away or stiffen with shock but Dark immediately reacted by putting his hands on Anti’s hips and kissing him back. Dark got caught up in the kiss for just a moment before parting it with a little chuckle.

“Was that all you needed?” He asked.

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind a little more~” Anti giggled. “But first, you take care of the twins, and then you’ll take me out to dinner.” 

“I think I can handle that.” 

“Good.” Anti winked before vanishing in a blink. 

Dark smiled and ran his tongue over his lips before opening the door to the car. He was still smiling as he turned the car on and turned to look behind him to pull out, flinching when he saw that he wasn’t alone.

“What the fuck, Wilford!?” 

“My plan worked!” Wilford said, clapping happily. Dark just made a face at him and started driving, he had a date to get ready for.

[hunter-the-sad-skeleton]

Chapter Two Is DONE! AS AM I WITH THIS THING. IF Y’ALL DON’T LIKE THE ABRUBT ENDING, I DON’T CARE. I DON’T NORMALLY SAY THIS, BUT THIS MAY BE THE FIRST CHAPTER THAT I HATE. IT FEELS TOO DRAWN OUT AND IT GOT ME IRRITATED SO I MAY HATE THIS CHAPTER. NOBODY’S FAULT, JUST MINE. Tag List: @bccfggffbgv, @new-account-sam-christy-456(Feel free to ask to be removed or added.)

(Flashback.)

Hunter packed her backpack as she was asked in her last letter from Stanley, despite confusion as to why she was asked to do so. Hunter paused as she heard something hit the window. Hunter walked over to the windowsill, opening the window and looking around for the source of the sound and eventually spotting Stanley. “Stan…!” Hunter called quietly.

“Heya Tiny…! Ya did what I asked…?” Stan asked quietly. Hunter held her backpack up so he could see. “Great work, Tiny…!” Stan grinned. Hunter tossed the bag down, Stan catching the bag while Hunter climbed down. Hunter rolled down, landing on her feet in a clearing near Stan.

“So, what’d ya wanna meet up for…?!” Hunter asked, getting up.

“Well, I got kicked out yesterday, so I gotta find a place to live, and I wanted to see if ya wanted to join me…!” Stan grinned.

“But why…?!” Hunter asked.

“Hunter, you and I have known each other for a while now and I’ve gotten a glimpse at your uh...Home life.” Stan started. Hunter winced.

“I….I’m fine here, St-Stan….! I just...Keep getting on their bad side…!” Hunter excused. Stan was aghast at what Hunter was saying.

“What…?! How can you SAY that…?!?” Stan hissed. Hunter broke eye contact. “Hunter, they are NOT nice people…! You deserve better…!” Stan scolded.

“I...I-I-I-I-I….” Hunter stammered.

“How many times have they hurt ya and locked ya in the basement…?!” Stan asked, voice turning dead serious. Hunter fell silent. “Well…?! I’m listening…!” Stan chuffed.

“....Too many times to count…” Hunter whined.

“Exactly. That’s a problem.” Stan frowned.

“Where’ll we go…?!” Hunter asked, worried.

“Across the country…? I dunno yet…! We’ll just wing it…!” Stan smiled. Hunter felt a feeling of worry weigh her shoulders down. “Don’t worry…! We can get as far away from here as possible…!” Stan grinned.

“What about Fordy…? Is he gonna be coming…?” Hunter asked.

Stan froze, thinking for a moment. Does he say the truth about how Ford is gonna be going to college and leaving them behind, or tell a small lie that he’d be with them at some point in time? “St-Stan…?” Hunter peeped.

“Yeah, um, he’ll uh...Meet us there...We have a meetup place...It’s uh...Quite far away…” Stan lied for the safety of Hunter getting away from her family.

“O-Oh…! Okay…!” Hunter smiled, trusting Stan fully.

Stan winced, faking a smile that Hunter didn’t see as such. She saw it as his typical “Everything’s okay!” smile. “Yeah, we’ll...We’ll meet him at the meetup…!” Stan grinned weakly.

“Oki doki..!” Hunter beamed. “Where is it?” Hunter asked.

Stan thought on his feet, making up a name on the spot. “Uh...Gravity Falls…!” Stan said.

“Wait...If we’re going, what about Mo-” Hunter started.

“HUNTER MARY INKWELL, WHERE DID YOU GO, YOU LITTLE SHIT?!?” Chip yelled. Hunter yelped, shaking violently.

“Hunter, get in the car.” Stan said.

“What..?” Hunter peeped.

“GET IN THE CAR, I AM NOT GETTING ARRESTED ON BEHALF OF YOU RUNNING AWAY!” Stan snapped, shoving Hunter in the backseat of the car with her backpack. Hunter yelped, sitting upright and hurrying to put her seatbelt on. Stan hurried to turn the car on, failing a few times. “Come on…” Stan grumbled.

Chip ran out, looking around for Hunter and eventually spotting Stan. “HEY!!!” Chip snapped.

Stan slammed his foot on the gas, speeding off. “Hold on, Tiny!!” Stan called.

Hunter sat in the back, shaking violently as they drove off, panic attack in full force. “A-A-A-Are we gonna be okay…?!?” Hunter wheezed.

“Hold on, little buddy…!!” Stan called back.

“U-Um, St-St-St-St-St-Stan….?! I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I think we need to speed it up a bit…!” Hunter whined.

Stan turned around, seeing Hunter’s parents getting into their car, panic setting in.

“OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT!!!!!!” Stan panicked.

Stan drove through back alleys, hurrying to get onto the freeway and lose Hunter’s parents.

(Present day.)

Hunter sat down on the couch, talking with Stan, falling silent as Glitch walked in.

“Oh. ya have someone over.” Glitch said tiredly.

“Yeah, he’s an old friend!” Hunter explained.

“Why’s there a living corpse on our couch?” Glitch asked, Stan gasping in offense.

“This is Stan, he’s……...my brother, so please treat him with respect.” Hunter said.

“Whoa, who’s this?” Stan asked.

“Oh, this is Glitch, I adopted him. He’s my adopted son.” Hunter explained.

“You? Adopt a kid? Hah! Funny joke!” Stan laughed.

“Not a joke, bud.” Hunter said.

“Oh.” Stan said.

“Yeah, he’s a handful.” Hunter shrugged.

“Why doncha come over for dinner tomorrow? Meet up at the shack, catch up, ya know! Like friends do!” Stan suggested.

“Really?” Hunter asked, unsure.

“Yeah! You can come by about...5:00 and just chill out! You can bring Glitch if you want to!” Stan said.

“Well, okay! Sounds good!” Hunter grinned.

“Great! See ya then!” Stan said.

Hunter saw Stan out, closing and locking the door behind him.

“You’re heading out to the shack later tomorrow?” Glitch asked.

“Yeah, we haven’t seen each other in years, Glitch. We have stuff to catch up on!” Hunter said.

“Really?” Glitch asked, raising an eyebrow. “Y-Yeah…” Hunter stuttered.

“All of the stuff?” Glitch asked.

“W-Well, except for what I’ve been doing the past few days, we have a bunch to catch up on…!” Hunter stammered. “H-He doesn’t need to know that…! He doesn’t need more trouble in his life….!” Hunter stammered, breaking eye contact.

“He’ll find out someday.” Glitch said.

“When he does, I’m sure he’ll understand.” Hunter said shortly.

(Flashback.)

Hunter walked home from the store with a fresh batch of Ink, stopping when she heard sobbing, trying to ignore it, but the closer she got to home, the louder it got. The sobbing eventually starting to drive her crazy, she started looking around for the source, finding a young child in a cardboard box in the middle of the rain near Hunter’s apartment. Feeling bad, Hunter took him in, thinking it’d just be until the morning. Hunter put him in some of her spare clothes, looking at the kid, then at her phone which had 911 on speed dial, looking between the two before turning her phone off with a heavy sigh.

Hunter got down to his height. “Hey kid. You’re gonna stay here a while.” Hunter said.

“O-Okay…!” He nodded.

(Timeskip)

Hunter walked up to the Mystery Shack, taking a deep breath before walking up and knocking on the door. “No need to be nervous…It’s just Stan…” Hunter sighed.

“You’re not any good at this, are you?” Glitch sighed.

“Shut up, Glitch!” Hunter snapped, upset at being called out. Hunter fell silent as the door opened.

“Oh my gosh! It’s you!” Mabel beamed.

“Oh! It’s….Dabel!....Right?” Hunter asked.

Mabel laughed. “It’s Mabel, silly!” Mabel corrected.

“Right, sorry…” Hunter apologized sadly.

Before they walked in the door, Glitch grabbed Hunter by the shoulder. “Hold up, take a deep breath, your feelings are valid, but you need to breathe. Remember to breathe, and don’t panic.” Glitch said. Hunter nodded.

“Oh! Hunter! Ya made it!” Stan grinned.

“Yep…! Sup bro…?” Hunter asked nervously.

“Why so nervous, Tiny?” Stan asked, worried.

“Oh, no reason, Stan, just...Typical nerves, ya know…?” Hunter squeaked.

Stan noticed Glitch, thinking something over for a second. “Hey, kid; go over to the gift shop, pick something out!” Stan offered.

“Really?” Glitch asked.

“Yep! Go ahead, whatever ya like! A friend of Hunter’s is a friend of mine!” Stan smiled.

Glitch shrugged, heading off to go look around.

“So, Hunter, how’d you come across him? Ya have a one-night stand?” Stan asked quietly.

“What?!? No!! I ADOPTED him!!” Hunter retched.

“Ooooh! Oopsie!” Stan winced.

“Yeah, it’s okay though.” Hunter smiled weakly.

“Well, how’d ya find him? Adoption center?” Stan asked seriously.

“Rainy day. He was in a cardboard box.” Hunter frowned.

“Oof...That’s rough…” Stan chuffed.

“Surprise High Five Time!!” Mabel cheered. Hunter yelped in surprise at the sudden hand being raised in her direction, flinching away and dripping slightly.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Mabel, sweety, we don’t do that with Hunter here, okay?” Stan said gently.

“Why? Something wrong?” Mabel asked, confused.

“Well, Mabel, sweety, Hunter uh….Grew up around some...Not-so-good people and uh...She doesn’t like surprise contact, ya know..?” Stan asked.

“Why?” Mabel asked, still confused.

“Well...You know how some people are nice and others are not so nice..?” Stan asked.

“What?!?” Mabel gasped.

“I know, I know, but some people are just plain bad to be around, and Hunter was in that situation and I helped get her out.” Stan explained.

“Awww! How heroic!” Mabel cooed.

“With her parents on my tail, too.” Stan said.

“Ohmigosh!” Mabel gasped.

“I remember how angry her mom sounded. She sounded ready to commit WAR CRIMES.” Stan grimaced.

“Oh no…” Mabel frowned.

“Yeah…’oh no’ is right…” Stan grimaced.

“Did everything turn out okay?” Mabel asked.

“Sorta….” Stan winced.

“Look, Mabel, just...Please...No surprise High Fives for Hunter, alright?” Stan asked gently.

“Hmm...Okay!” Mabel nodded.

“Thanks, sweety…” Stan smiled softly.

“Sorry I scared you, Hunter, I had no idea…!” Mabel apologized.

“I-I-It’s fine…! You didn’t know..!” Hunter said, shaking it off.

“Okay!” Mabel smiled, skipping off to go find Glitch.

(With Glitch)

Glitch looked around, finding a Game Over beanie, putting it on. “This is mine now.” Glitch said.

“He seems really tall….Maybe I can just…” Mabel said, hugging Glitch’s leg.

“Oh! Hello…!” Glitch said awkwardly.

“Hello! I’m Mabel! I seem to have lost my name, can I have yours?” Mabel winked.

“You...Just said it.” Glitch chuckled. “If ya wanna do pickup lines correctly, ya gotta say this: Are your parents Bakers because they sure made you a cutie pie~" Glitch smiled.

Mabel’s eyes sparkled like diamonds in amazement. “Of course….I’ve been blind this whole time…!” Mabel gasped.

“Heh…” Glitch chuckled.

Dipper walked in, freezing at hearing the pickup lines.

“Dip-Dip! Glitch is teaching me pickup lines!” Mabel grinned.

“Oh really?” Dipper asked.

“Yeah, do you have 11 protons? Because you are sodium fine~!” Glitch winked. Dipper’s face went tomato red as he rushed off to the room with Stan and Hunter in it.

(With Stan and Hunter)

“Whoa, what’s with your face bein’ so red, sport?” Stan asked.

“Everything fine’s!” Dipper blurted. Hunter thought for a moment.

“Ah. Glitch.” Hunter said.

“Whozamawhanow?” Stan asked, confused.

“Glitch has a tendency to flirt with people.” Hunter explained.

“Oh.” Stan said.

“It like’s he wanted to mess with me..!” Dipper spluttered.

“He tends to do that.” Hunter shrugged.

“Oh, so he’s a casanova?” Stan asked.

“Basically, yeah.” Hunter said.

“Oh, okay!” Stan nodded.

“Yeah…” Hunter said, trailing off and dripping slightly.

“You alright man? You seem to be dripping a bit.” Dipper asked skeptically.

“Wait what?!” Hunter yelped, noticing she was dripping.

Glitch leaned in, noticing Hunter having a freakout. “Okay, we’re heading out for a walk.” Glitch said, putting Hunter’s hood up and taking her outside. Hunter went with Glitch, trying not to drip much.

“Thanks Glitch…” Hunter thanked, sighing in relief.

“No problem, are you okay?” Glitch asked.

“Yeah, I-I-I’m fine…!” Hunter said.

“Ya sure? You were REALLY freaking out in there.” Glitch said.

“I…...Just typical parental flashbacks, Glitch...Nothing out of the ordinary..” Hunter frowned.

“Hunter, it’s okay to move on.” Glitch said.

“I know, but…” Hunter trailed off.

“You’re too forgiving for your own good…” Glitch grimaced.

“I know, but Dad was never that bad…! It was mostly Mom…!” Hunter defended.

“Hunter, being indifferent is not any better!” Glitch objected.

“I-It’s fine, Glitch, I-I-I-I forgive him..!” Hunter said.

“Hunter…” Glitch winced.

“I’m fine now…!” Hunter said.

“Ya sure?” Glitch asked.

“.......Yeah.” Hunter nodded.

Hunter walked inside again, sitting back down where she was earlier. “Everything okay, Tiny?” Stan asked.

“Yeah, I-I-I-I-I’m fine, Stan, sorry I worried ya…” Hunter apologized.

“Ya sure, Tiny….?” Stan asked.

Hunter nodded, still dripping a little bit, worrying Stan slightly.

“Well...If ya say so…” Stan sighed.

Hunter sighed in relief, sinking down in her chair. Hunter jumped as she was pulled out of her thoughts by a dripping sound.

“Wait...Black dripping liquid….” Dipper hummed.

Hunter gulped nervously. “I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I gotta go…!” Hunter squeaked, hurrying up and running out the front door, leaving Inky footsteps behind her. Dipper crouched down, touching a footprint and realizing what it was.

“Grunkle Stan…?! What did the news report say was stolen…?!” Dipper asked, panic filling his voice.

“Uh...Ink and machine parts, why?” Stan asked, scratching his head in confusion.

“.......We’ve found our culprit.” Dipper said, getting up.

“What?!?” Stan gasped.

“Hunter?!” Mabel gasped.

“It all adds up; she shows up when the thefts start up, she gets nervous around people, her footsteps are Inky, the facts all add up!!” Dipper explained.

“No, nuh uh, I REFUSE to believe it’s true!!!” Stan objected.

“It only makes sense, Grunkle Stan!!” Dipper said.

“No, I KNOW Hunter, she would NEVER steal!!” Stan objected.

“How many years has it been since you last saw each other, Grunkle Stan?!” Dipper asked.

“That doesn’t matter!! I GREW UP with her, Dipper!! I THINK I know her!!” Stan defended.

“Stan, it’s been YEARS!!” Dipper objected.

“So what?!” Stan asked.

“LEMME GO, GLITCH!!!” Hunter yelped from outside, getting everyone to run outside to find Glitch holding Hunter back.

“Hunter, calm down.” Glitch sighed.

“NO, LEMME GO!!!!” Hunter whined, struggling to escape his grip.

“Hunter, please just calm down…!!” Glitch snapped.

“NO, I’M HAVING A MELTDOWN AND I NEED TO GET HOME, GLITCH!!!” Hunter begged.

“Why, is it because you’re DRIPPING INK EVERYWHERE AND YOU’RE WORRIED ABOUT DRAWING SUSPICION TO YOUR CONDITION?!” Glitch snapped.

“What?!?” Everyone gasped in unison.

“Guys, you-you CAN’T believe him…!!!! He-He’s a-He’s a demon-he’s lying!!!!” Hunter squeaked.

“MOM!!!!” Glitch snapped.

“YOU LET SOMETHING OUT, I LET SOMETHING OUT!!” Hunter snapped.

“WHAT I SAID DIDN’T HAVE ANYTHING BAD OTHER THAN A MENTION OF YOUR MEDICAL CONDITION!!” Glitch piped up.

“Glitch is a demon...THAT’S what’s causing Hunter to steal the Ink and machine parts!” Dipper said, snapping his fingers in an ‘ah-ha’ moment.

“No!!! I don’t CARE about Ink!!” Glitch piped up. “Or machinery or any crap like that!! I’m a dimensional traveller!!” Glitch added.

“Yeah, right!!!” Dipper snapped.

“I don’t!!!” Glitch defended.

“He’s right, Hunter would NEVER steal ANYTHING.” Stan denied.

“Uh, g-guys…?” Hunter peeped quietly.

“What purpose would I have for Ink and crap like that?!?” Glitch snapped.

“I….I dunno! Somethin….malicious?” Dipper suggested.

“............Invalid hypothesis, Dip-Dip.” Glitch sighed.

“G-Guys, p-please calm down…!” Hunter whimpered.

“Hunter, get behind me.” Stan said, pulling Hunter behind him.

“Wait, Stan, no!” Hunter yelped, getting tugged behind him.

“Wait, let’s just calm down, I’m not gonna hurt you!” Glitch stammered.

“How do we know that, Wiseguy?” Stan asked, narrowing his eyes in skepticism.

“If I wanted to hurt you or Hunter, I woulda done so by now!” Glitch explained shakily.

“I don’t believe that.” Stan frowned.

“Hunter, come on-” Glitch started before Stan stepped back, pulling Hunter back with him.

“You stay the hell away from her.” Stan scowled. Glitch looked at Hunter, eyes begging for her to step in. Her face visibly darkened and she slowly shook her head no sadly. “Now get outta here before I throw ya out.” Stan threatened. Glitch opened his mouth to say something, but just as quickly closed it, leaving the shack’s area. Hunter dripped nervously, slouching slightly in worry and exhaustion.

“You okay, Tiny?” Stan asked, looking back at Hunter.

“Y……….Yeah, Stan-Stan, I’m……..I’ll be okay….” Hunter breathed. Stan felt worry for a second at Hunter’s sudden loss of energy, clapping a hand to her shoulder, ignoring that he squished it slightly.

“Ya sure?” Stan asked gently.

“I…...Yeah, just….Scared I hurt his feelings…” Hunter fretted.

“It’s alright, Tiny. Like ya said; he’s a demon. Demons don’t have any hearts.” Stan assured.

“I……….Yeah…..You’re…...Probably right…” Hunter conceded. Stan took the twins back inside while Hunter sat outside a little bit longer, eventually settling on a hill closeby to watch the sunset.

(Timeskip to sunset)

Hunter put her hands behind her back, palms facing down, propping herself up as she watched the sun set, washing the skies with beautiful shades of orange, yellow, pink, and purple. Hunter was startled out of her thoughts by footsteps on the grass behind her. “Wh-Who’s there?” Hunter demanded, turning around recognizing a familiar face.

“Heya, Tiny, did I spook ya?” Stan asked, gently padding over. Hunter breathed a sigh of relief at the familiar gruff voice.

“Stan...I...You scared me there…” Hunter sighed. Stan slowly made his way to Hunter’s side, sitting down next to her.

“You doin’ okay? Ya need to talk about anything?” Stan asked.

“Why would I…? I’m fine…” Hunter admitted, looking to the side and breaking eye contact.

Stan tilted his head, eyebrows furrowing in concern. “Hunter, you’re doin’ that thing ya do when somethin’s troublin’ ya. What happened? Was it because of earlier?” Stan asked, worried. Hunter didn’t answer, gently picking at the grass by her feet anxiously. “Was it that fight from earlier?” Stan repeated. Hunter still didn’t respond. Stan sighed, thinking of how to get Hunter to talk.

“Tiny….” Stan sighed. Hunter pulled her knees to her chest, mouth forming a frown of discomfort. “Tiny, look, I understand it’s hard to open up to others about some things, but I’m here to listen if ya need it.” Stan suggested.

Still dead silence from Hunter. “Well, I gave it my best….” Stan sighed, going to get up. “Guess that Demon made ya feel like ya can’t trust your own-” Stan started.

“He’s not a bad guy, ya know, Stanley…” Hunter mumbled. Stan perked up, looking down at Hunter.

“What was that? Ya know we’ve talked about your mumbling.” Stan asked gently.

“He’s not a bad guy, Stanley…! We have a symbiotic relationship…!” Hunter blurted out, eyes tearing up, shining like diamonds in the moonlight.

“Whoa...Tiny, are….Are you okay…?” Stan asked, worried. Hunter sniffled, rubbing her eyes with her hoodie sleeve.

“I just don’t know what to do….! I try my best, but I just never feel good enough…!” Hunter hiccuped, shoulders sagging, showing just how exhausted she was. Stan winced, slowly walking over to her, hands outstretched.

“Tiny, what happened to ya…? You were fine, back when we were kids, but now look at you….You look like a corpse shambling about town, trying to find a job…!” Stan worried. Hunter sniffled, trying to not break down into tears, worrying Stan to the point of no return. She’d NEVER shown her emotions THIS freely before.

“I’ve made so many mistakes, Stan-Stan…! I can’t ever take those mistakes back…!” Hunter shivered, starting to tremble slightly as emotions started to take hold of her reasoning, suffocating the reasoning part of her brain slowly but surely.

“We all have, Tiny…! I-I’m sure people have forgiven ya for those mistakes…!” Stan assured, grinning slightly. Stan was caught by surprise as Hunter fell to her knees, sobbing into her hands.

“They say they have, but I know they’re talking about me behind my back, Stan-Stan…!! Even when they assure me over and over, I still know I don’t deserve forgiveness…!” Hunter wept, choking on tears and air. Stan swiftly slid over, pulling Hunter into a tight hug.

“Hunter Mary Inkwell, you stop that nonsense talk this INSTANT. You are one of the most wonderful people I have EVER met! Don’t you EVER doubt that for ONE SECOND.” Stan scolded softly.

“But I-” Hunter started.

“No, you don’t get to say ‘but’ this time. You’re a FANTASTIC person who deserves the world and more! You are NOT a bad person! You are NOT stupid, worthless, inconsiderate, wasteful, or otherwise bad! You are a source of joy for me, the twins, even other people!” Stan said.

“But I don’t have any purpose…!” Hunter sobbed.

“So? Laze about! Do what you’ve always wanted to do! Go on an adventure, go around the world, go monster hunting, heck, you could even probably become an animator! I don’t care! You are FAR from worthless! You are WORTHWHILE! I don’t care what voice in your head says you’re not, or what some random Joe says you are, you are a WONDERFUL piece of work! Sure, ya have cracks, dents, and scratches, but guess what! That adds CHARACTER to ya!! Those who say otherwise? Answer to ME. Stanley Pines, High School Boxing champ of FOUR YEARS.” Stan announced.

Hunter fell silent, mouth agape in awe at the assurance from Stanley and face stained with tear streaks that glistened in the moonlight. “Stan-Stan…” Hunter gasped.

“We may not be family by blood, but I consider you my little sister. If anyone-and I mean ANYONE-gives you trouble, send em my way.” Stan said.

“I…..I don’t know what to say…” Hunter chuckled sadly, rubbing the tears away, despite more falling down.

“Tiny?” Stan asked, worried.

“I….Oof...Now ya have me feeling all sentimental…” Hunter chuckled sadly.

“And ya know the best part, Tiny?” Stan asked, crouching down to her height, sparking a feeling of familiarity deep within Hunter’s body.

“What?” Hunter asked, tilting her head in confusion.

“This time, out of all times, out of all times of my life,” Stan started, taking a deep breath and making eye contact with Hunter. “I’m not lying.” Stan finished, eyes glimmering with determination. Hunter gawked in awe, not having heard this tone of voice from the taller adult before. Stan’s eyebrows quirked in concern. “Uh, Tiny…?” Stan asked, getting Hunter to gwomp in confusion. Stan pointed at Hunter’s face, pointing out a bit of ink dripping. “Are ya supposed to do that?” Stan asked.

Hunter panicked. She pulled her hoodie hood up higher, hoping to hide her face better from the moonlight. “I-I gotta go, Stan, see ya tomorrow…!” Hunter blurted out, hurrying up and hurrying off.

“Tiny, wait!” Stan called, following her before losing her in the dark forest. “....Are you okay…?” Stan asked nobody as he stopped in the dark forest.

Stan grimaced, worry for his technical little sister now worsened. “What’s going on, Tiny…?” Stan muttered to himself, walking back to the shack.

(At the Mystery Shack.)

Stan walked in the door, closing and locking the door as he got inside, sighing as the events of the day stewed over in his head.

“Grunkle Stan?” Dipper asked, rubbing his eye as he walked downstairs. “Everything *yawwwn* Okay?” Dipper asked, yawning.

“Me? What about you? You should be asleep!” Stan scolded. Dipper shrugged tiredly.

“Couldn’t. What were you doing out so late?” Dipper asked, yawning tiredly.

“I...Went out to try to find Hunter...Make sure she’s okay, ya know?” Stan explained. Dipper nodded, giving a tired ‘mhm’ as he did so.

“Didja find her?” Dipper asked.

“Yeah…” Stan faltered.

“Why’d ya falter? Ya found her, didn’t ya?” Dipper asked.

Stan shook it off. Dipper doesn’t need to know yet. “Never mind, Sport. Ya need to be getting to bed; it’s past your bedtime, Kiddo.” Stan assured. Dipper frowned in disappointment before realizing he wouldn’t win if he fought it.

“But what about Hunter?” Dipper asked as the two walked upstairs.

“Let me worry about her, kiddo. Have a good night, alright?” Stan asked, walking to his door. Dipper nodded, going back to bed. Stan sighed, walking into his room and sitting down, looking at the photo from his pocket. “I’m sure she’s still there somewhere…” Stan sighed, putting the photo down and going to bed, opening his window slightly, just in case.

(With Hunter.)

Hunter ran through the empty streets of Gravity Falls, making sure she was being as careful as possible. No need to get caught. Hunter carefully slipped through a garage door, searching for the supplies she needed.

She snuck through a hanger full of beams, crosswires, gears, and other mechanical devices: perfect. Exactly what she needed. Hunter looked around, picking out five fifteen tooth gears, ten twenty tooth gears, a couple spokes, a couple tubes, a couple robotic arms, and four gearbox power connecters. Satisfied with her haul, Hunter put the items in her backpack, padding them so that they didn’t make any clattering noises. Hunter returned the items home before heading back out to a laboratory, stealing a couple barrels of the special Ink she always required. As a test, however, Hunter grabbed one barrel of a different kind of Ink that would, hopefully, help prevent her dripping so often.

Hunter hurried home, hiding everything from her outing in her basement, not daring to look at the now empty pit under her invention. She knew it was down there-it HAD to be, but she didn’t want to chance seeing it.

Just thinking about it made her stomach bubble with regret and guilt. She felt as though her legs and arms would give out on her, feeling as though they were weighed down by cinder blocks, gritting her teeth in a grimace.

It happened so quickly-it happened so swiftly-it happened because she lost her temper. She would never let Stan down in this place. She didn’t want the incident to repeat itself-she wouldn’t ALLOW the incident to repeat itself, even if it meant keeping visitors away.

Frowning, Hunter left her basement, closing and locking the door. Hunter retreated to her room, going into her bucket and going to sleep for the night. She thought over telling Stan about her plan, but ultimately decided against it; her relationship with him was already rocky due to the events thirty years ago, why make it worse? Hunter drifted off to sleep, humming an old lullaby to herself from her childhood.

“It’s okay, Tiny, you’re safe here with me. Here with us is your safe space, your parents can’t find you here. No need to cry, I’ll be right here. Right by your side, always staying near. There ain’t no call to worry, so please don’t cry or fret, a couple year’s difference won’t change you, no matter how long it is.” Hunter hummed to herself.

(Timeskip to the morning.)

Hunter got up, forming into a full human again and stepping out of her bucket, getting ready for the day. Hunter walked downstairs, confused when she didn’t see Glitch anywhere downstairs. Maybe he just needed some space after yesterday. That was fine, Hunter understood, sometimes, she needed space from herself too. Hunter winced, gently holding her wrist. She knew the scars had been healed for years now, but it still stung sometimes, usually when she thought bad things about herself. She shook it off.

Hunter got herself a granola bar for breakfast, as she hadn’t been feeling all that hungry that morning. She knew if she told Stanley, he’d flip, but that’s why she WOULDN’T tell him. She knew how he and….She knew how he was about self care and stuff like that. He got scary when he heard Hunter hadn’t self cared that day, so she’d resulted to either lying to him, or not telling him at all. Sure, both options were horrible, but telling him the truth would hurt her worse, as she felt she inconvenienced Stanley most of the time.

Hunter checked the clock, knowing that she had to return to the Shack at around noon-time, as she promised. Hunter went down to her basement, grabbing some of the new Ink and injecting some of it into her body, which had hurt as much as a pillow hitting her in the face, as she’d been used to needle pains due to having to give herself more stability. “It’s for the greater good, Hunter…” Hunter assured herself.

Hunter headed back upstairs, getting her bag and getting ready to head out. Taking a deep breath, she started her way back to the Mystery Shack, shaking off any and all worries she had: Stan was her technical brother, he wouldn’t judge her too harshly, that wasn’t how he worked!

He wouldn’t judge her. He wouldn’t judge her. He WOULDN’T. JUDGE. HER. So why was she hesitating? She found herself stopped just outside the entrance to the Mystery Shack’s area of land, breath caught in her throat. She was so shaky. She was so shaky, she was losing her sight, she was losing her sense of touch, what was going on?! Hunter eventually mustered up the strength to take one step back.

Then another.

Then another.

Suddenly, she was in a full-on sprint away, out of control of her legs. She tried to stop, by GOD she TRIED to stop, but she couldn’t.

She COULDN’T. STOP. RUNNING. Hunter started freaking out, losing grip on staying calm, eventually coming to a stop in a small cave just a while away from the Mystery Shack. She stayed inside the cave, collecting her thoughts.

“God, I thought I was over this...I thought I grew up...I thought I wasn’t a coward anymore…!” Hunter scolded herself. Hunter beat herself up, starting to space out as she did so.

Eventually, Hunter was snapped back to reality as she suddenly got a heat flash. Hunter swiftly panicked, checking her backpack, swearing under her breath as she noticed a lack of some form of sugar inside. “Damn...That’s not good…” Hunter swore. Hunter’s vision soon started blurring and eventually getting covered with black spots. Hunter slowly got up, collapsing against a wall soon after, panicking as she knew she had no way to contact anyone for help.

(Timeskip a few hours.)

“-un-er?” A voice called, barely discernible. Hunter didn’t move.

“H-n-er?!” They called again, panic lacing their voice.

“T-ny, co-e on!!!! W--e -p!!” A different voice, gruffer than the first, called. Hunter slowly stirred, barely able to open her eyes.

“Ow…” Hunter winced at the sudden light level shift.

“Is she gonna be okay, Grunkle Stan!?” Mabel asked, fear lacing her voice.

“Mabel, it’ll be okay, calm down.” Stan hushed. “Tiny, can ya move your hand for me? I need to gauge how bad the crash is.” Stan requested.

Hunter barely moved her hand half an inch, worrying Stan immensely.

“Okay, it’s bad.” Stan announced.

“What does she need?” Dipper asked.

“Something with sugar that’s not energy intensive to get into her system. Like...Liquid sugar, some form of Honey, I dunno-” Stan started.

“Sugar cubes!” Mabel grinned. Stan was starstruck.

“....Yes, actually.” Stan nodded. Mabel hopped over, giving the sugar cubes to Hunter. Hunter slowly downed the cubes one by one, slowly returning to normal.

“How long have I been out?” Hunter asked, rubbing the back of her neck nervously.

“I dunno, when’d ya head out?” Stan asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Around like...what, 11:30?” Hunter said, confused.

“You’ve been out for about four hours, maybe.” Stan said, wobbling a hand as he estimated the time.

“FOUR-” Hunter started.

“Calm down, preserve your energy.” Stan said.

“Four HOURS?” Hunter gasped.

“Yep. We came out lookin’ for ya because ya didn’t show up when ya said you would.” Dipper said.

“Oh my….I’m so sorry…” Hunter said, facepalming.

“What’d I tell ya?” Stan reminded, Hunter’s face heating up.

“Stan-Stan, not in front of the kids…!” Hunter groaned.

“What did I tell you?” He repeated.

“Keep something in my bag in case of a blood sugar crash…!” Hunter wheezed.

“And what DIDN’T ya do?” Stan asked.

“Keep something in my bag in case of a blood sugar crash…!” Hunter groaned.

“I know it seems like I narc on ya, but it’s because I care. You’re my favorite little sister in the world, I don’t wanna lose that.” Stan smiled.

“I know…!” Hunter smiled back shyly.

“It sure seems like ya keep forgetting that! I’ll keep remindin’ ya however I can!” Stan promised.

“But what if others are present…?” Hunter winced.

“So?! I’d announce to the world how much I love my little sister! I’d scream it as loud as I can!” Stan joked.

“Please...Don’t…” Hunter said, face getting more flustered, still visible despite her hoodie hood still being on.

“Come on, you’re blushing~!” Stan grinned, nudging Hunter gently.

“Because you’re embarrassing!” Hunter wheezed.

“Darn right I am! That’s sorta my right, as a big brother!” Stan said proudly.

“Oh my Jupiter, you’re SUCH a dork…!” Hunter groaned.

“Not just any dork~! I’m your dork!” Stan grinned.

“OH MY GOD, STAN, I AM GOING TO DIE OF OVERHEATING, SHUT UP!!” Hunter wheezed.

“Are ya gonna take better care of yourself?” Stan asked.

“Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine! If it gets ya to stop!” Hunter wheezed.

“Thank you! Little sissy~!” Stan teased.

“I AM GOING TO SMACK YOU.” Hunter growled.

“What~? Wouldja rather I say-” Stan started.

“DON’T YOU DARE.” Hunter threatened.

“Moist~?” Stan said, dragging out the word.

Hunter stood up swiftly, despite how bad of an idea it probably was, and started walking away. “NOPE. I AM NOT DEALING WITH THIS.” Hunter snapped.

“I….I don’t know that word, and I ALREADY HATE IT.” Dipper grimaced.

“She hates it! She and…” Stan trailed off, smile slowly fading.

“Grunkle Stan?” Dipper asked.

“...A good friend of ours!” Stan picked back up, smile returning.

“Really?” Dipper asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, he beat me with a book for sayin’ it once!” Stan laughed.

“I may do the same.” Dipper frowned, nose wrinkling slightly in disgust.

“What? Moist?” Mabel asked.

“Don’t.” Dipper warned.

“What’s wrong, Dip-Dip? Don’t like moist~?” Mabel teased.

“We are siblings, I can LEGALLY throw you.” Dipper warned.

“Okay you two, calm down.” Stan laughed.

The group started heading back to the Mystery Shack, finding Hunter waiting on the front porch.

“Ya didn’t go inside?” Stan asked, confused.

“I found it rude to go inside without asking.” Hunter shrugged.

“Nonsense! Ya practically live here, even if ya don’t ACTUALLY!” Stan grinned.

“Yeah, I know, just typical manners I learned as a….Kid..” Hunter said, voice faltering slightly.

“You okay, man? Your voice faltered.” Dipper asked skeptically.

“Yeah, we don’t talk about that.” Stan said, stepping in before the twins asked too many questions.

“I-It’s fine, Stan, I-I don’t mind, they’re just c-curious..!” Hunter assured, waving her hands around.

“Hunter, no, you don’t seem comfortable with talking about it yet, so ya don’t HAVE to talk about it.” Stan assured.

“Stan, come on, bud, it-it’s fine..!” Hunter said, smiling shakily.

Stan quirked an eyebrow in concern. “I know that smile, Hunter. I know that means that you’re uncomfortable.” Stan said.

“It-It’s fine, Stan, I-I promise..!” Hunter said, shaking slightly.

“Hunter, ya need to work on your assertiveness. Ya can BARELY bring yourself to say no to people.” Stan sighed.

“I COULD say no to someone!” Hunter defended.

“Oh? Go ahead. Show me.” Stan said.

“W-Wait, what?” Hunter asked nervously.

“Tell me no.” Stan elaborated.

“I….You’re my brother, I can’t say that to you!” Hunter said.

“Pretend I’m someone ya hate. Pretend I’m your mom.” Stan said.

Hunter shrank down, backing against a wall, shielding her face.

“Wait, that was a poor choice…” Stan groaned, facepalming.

“I-I-I-I-I-I’m sorry…!” Hunter whimpered, shaking slightly.

“Hunter, calm down, it’s okay, you’re here, you’re alive, you’re safe, you’re with me, you’re not there anymore.” Stan assured, sitting next to Hunter, but not touching her until she gave him the go-ahead.

Hunter winced as Stan sat next to her, but regained comfort as she recognized him. As she looked to him on her left, she could have sworn she got thrown back into junior year of High School, but she shook herself back to current day, not willing to linger on the past.

“You okay, Tiny?” Stan asked. Hunter nodded, slowly leaning in to give Stan a hug, Stan hugging back only when she gave him the okay.

“.....Am I-” Hunter started.

“Do I need to give ya the same pep talk I did last night?” Stan asked.

“......Am I at fault for what happened back at home…?” Hunter asked.

“No. Your mom was like a Demon; no heart, all barbs.” Stan assured, not noticing the wince from Hunter.

“I...But I tended to be a bad kid...I-I snuck out…!” Hunter objected.

“Because she never let ya go outside.” Stan objected.

“But-” Hunter started.

“The only thing you’re at fault for, Tiny, is being a wonderful person. You’re such an innocent person, you’d never do ANYTHING wrong without reasoning.” Stan said. “You’re one of the most innocent people I’ve EVER known. If anyone’s at fault, it’s me for not doing something sooner.” Stan said.

“No!!” Hunter snapped, dripping slightly, surprising Stan.

“Whoa.” Stan winced.

“You’re not at fault, I am for not following and meeting their expectations! If I’d just tried harder, I woulda been fine most nights! If I just TRIED, I woulda been fine! If I’d just put in EFFORT, I woulda been okay!” Hunter freaked out.

“Tiny-” Stan started.

“If I’d JUST LISTENED, I woulda been fine! If I wasn’t such a DUMB, STUPID, SELFISH KID, I WOULDA BEEN-” Hunter started.

“HUNTER, CALM DOWN.” Stan said, gently grabbing Hunter to snap her out of it.

“But-” Hunter started.

“No buts. You. Are. A. GOOD. PERSON.” Stan stressed heavily. “JUST because that GLITCH Demon showed up and made ya doubt yourself doesn’t mean jack diddly SQUAT.” Stan frowned.

Hunter froze at the mention of Glitch being bad, defense mode activating. “H-He’s not bad…!” Hunter defended.

“Let’s think here; I see ya after thirty years after ya make a deal with a Demon and ya see to have a worse mental state than when we last met, he said something CLEARLY bad to upset you to tell everyone he’s a Demon, you two have an unHEALTHY connection as he calls it, but nah, he’s a pure, sweet, innocent Angel.” Stan grumbled.

“He’s only thirteen..!” Hunter whimpered.

“.................................Well hot belgian waffles.” Stan winced.

“Yeah.” Hunter frowned. “Then again, maybe he didn’t come home because he needs space...Maybe he doesn’t...Like me anymore...I don’t blame him…” Hunter whimpered, hugging her knees to her chest. Hunter winced slightly, trying to shake it off. “I’m fine, just….A headache…” Hunter assured, mostly to herself.

“Maybe ya need a break, take a day off of….Whatever job ya have…?” Stan guessed.

“I….Don’t HAVE a job.” Hunter winced. “......Not anymore, at least…” Hunter added quietly, hiding her hands in her pockets.

“Well, we could always use an extra employee here, if ya want!” Stan offered.

“I…..Maybe...I don’t wanna take up valuable space…” Hunter trailed off.

“Ya won’t, trust me!” Stan grinned.

“Ya sure…?” Hunter asked sheepishly.

“Come on, Tiny~! Would I lie to you~?” Stan grinned. Hunter grew an unamused look on her face.

“Ya don’t want me to answer that, Stanford.” Hunter frowned.

“....................Alright, fine, I get it, but I ain’t lying! My offer still stans this time!” Stan grinned.

“.....................Really?” Hunter asked.

“What? I thought the pun was charming!” Stan defended.

“Oh, you are SO lucky you are my brother…!” Hunter sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Ya thought it was PUNamusing?” Stan grinned.

“STOP.” Hunter warned.

“Come on, you’re smiling~!” Stan grinned, nudging Hunter’s side gently.

“Just because I AM, doesn’t mean I’m happy about it.” Hunter said.

Stan laughed, Dipper and Mabel joining him soon after. “Okay, fine, they’re amusing.” Hunter sighed heavily.

“Awww~! I thought I’d get A LITTLE more than THAT~!” Stan teased.

“DO NOT PUSH YOUR LUCK, STANFORD FILBRICK PINES.” Hunter warned.

Stan fell silent immediately. “That’s what I thought.” Hunter smirked.

“........Yikes….” Dipper winced.

“............I must be in big trouble, if you’re using my full name.” Stan winced.

“Don’t test me.” Hunter teased.

Stan finally realized it was a joke, thinking his options over. “Hmm...How about this, ya get inside before I say ‘it’~!” Stan grinned.

“YOU WOULDN’T.” Hunter gasped, faking offense.

“What~? Mo-” Stan started. Hunter darted inside, door slamming shut behind her, causing everyone to break out laughing.

“Awww~! Ya didn’t give me a chance to say it~!” Stan teased.

“I WILL LOCK THIS DOOR.” Hunter warned.

“I will break down said door.” Stan added.

“I will go hide in the corner until needed.” Hunter said.

“No, you will not!” Stan said, going to stop Hunter.

(Timeskip to next day)

Hunter got up, wincing as she felt a slight stinging pain. She shook it off, working through the pain to start getting ready for the day.

Hunter got herself a granola bar, stuffing her backpack with the typical blood sugar control snacks, not wanting to have another crash later.

“Okay...It’ll be fine...Glitch, I’m leaving…!” Hunter called, only getting silence as a response. “R….Right...He’s….Not here…” Hunter frowned. Hunter grabbed her bag, starting to walk to the Shack.

As she started walking, she tried ignoring anything bad that came to mind. Already getting ONE lecture from Stan was enough for a week, let alone THREE in one day. “It’s okay...He’s family...He won’t bite…” Hunter reassured herself, falling onto her face.

“..............Son of a-” Hunter started.

(At the Mystery Shack.)

Stan jumped as his phone rang, answering. “Yello?” Stan said.

“So…..Stan-Stan…? Can ya….Sorta kinda come pick me up…? I….Sorta kinda maybe fell over from pain...I can’t walk….at least, long distances..” Hunter winced.

“I think so, yeah, where are ya?” Stan asked.

“On the sidewalk of Maple drive......” Hunter sighed, defeatedly.

“Really? Ya made it halfway! Congrats! That’s further than yesterday!” Stan grinned, only to gain defeated sobs in response. “Oh-kay, not good timing…” Stan winced. “Okay, I’ll come get ya, don’t move.” Stan said.

“NOT LIKE I CAN, YA LITTLE-” Hunter started.

“I mean stay where you are!” Stan said, quickly hanging up.

“Kids, I’m heading out to help Hunter get to work!” Stan called.

“Huh? What’s the matter?” Dipper asked, worried.

“Hunter’s havin’ a bit of pain-I’m assuming it’s a girl thing, so I’m just leavin’ it at that.” Stan said.

“Oh no!! I’ll get the ibuprofen and heat pads ready!! The hot coco too!” Mabel said.

“Don’t burn yourself! Wait...How did you know what I mean-” Stan started.

“I’m a girl and Mom deals with it all the time!” Mabel called from the kitchen. “So does Wendy!” Mabel added.

“Okay, well, I’m going, don’t burn the house down while I’m gone.” Stan said.

“I can’t promise anything~!” Mabel sang.

“I’ll make sure she won’t.” Dipper said.

“Thanks.” Stan said, heading out.

(With Hunter.)

Hunter sat upright, wincing as she did so, so that people were able to pass by without much trouble.

“Are...you okay…?” Candy asked.

“I’m fine...Just typical pains…” Hunter winced.

“Oof...I didn’t bring my Ibuprofen with me…” Candy apologized.

“It’s fine, I’ve been through worse…” Hunter assured.

“What, did you get into a car accident or something?” Candy asked.

“...I think...Maybe it was just a dream...Who knows…” Hunter shrugged.

“Well, I’m gonna go meet up with my friends, hope to see you later, and hope you feel better!” Candy smiled.

Hunter smiled back, perking up slightly as Stan pulled up. Candy waved, smiling. “Hi Stan!” Candy greeted. “Is Mabel still hanging out today?” Candy asked.

“I’m sure she will be, yeah.” Stan nodded. Hunter groaned, attempting to stand up. Stan hurried over, catching her as she was about to fall over. “Okay, you’re not allowed to move anywhere without someone with you today. If you try to do so, I will be very disappointed in you.” Stan said.

Hunter nodded, not having enough energy to fight him on the matter.

(In the car.)

“.....Stan-Stan…? Is it normal to hear static…?” Hunter asked.

“No….? I don’t think it is…!” Stan worried.

“Huh….I wonder what’s wrong…” Hunter frowned, worried.

“I-I’m sure you’re fine! It’s probably just….that, and Glitch’ll probably be back soon and he can tell us what’s going on!” Stan assured.

“......He’s normally never been gone this long...Was it something I said…? Was I too harsh…?” Hunter frowned, dripping slightly.

Stan winced, worrying slightly. “I…….I’m sure nothing’s wrong..! It probably just took a bit more time is all…!” Stan assured.

“But usually he’s back in an hour…! And usually static doesn’t sound this loud, usually it’s not this bad…! Usually it’s only when Glitch takes a shower…!” Hunter whimpered.

“What would happen if he touched water? Like, fully got into a pool or lake? Like, submerged in the water?” Stan asked.

“He would most likely be in pain...Why…?” Hunter asked.

“........Does said pain affect you too?” Stan asked.

“Not usually...But then again, he does dilute his water...I dunno what happens when he touches pure water…” Hunter shrugged tiredly. “Plus, I don’t think he can swim...So if he jumped into a lake of sorts, he wouldn’t be able to come up…” Hunter added.

“..............HECK.” Stan winced.

“Stan-Stan…? Is everything okay..?” Hunter asked, worried.

“Oh, yeah, everything’s okay, just...Tell me if the static gets worse, okay?” Stan asked. “Or, ya know, the pain, too.” Stan added. Hunter nodded.

“10-4, Bro-Bro…” Hunter nodded tiredly.

Stan thought over the potential places that Glitch could be, not being happy or satisfied with any of them.

“.......Wait, he headed towards the woods..” Hunter said. “So….” Hunter said. Stan pulled up to the Shack, helping Hunter get inside.

“I got some Ibuprofen and a heated blanket!” Mabel said, helping out however she could.

“I’ll be fine, so long as I don’t….Walk long distances…!” Hunter assured.

“Nonsense! Now, I have an important question: Shapes or Pillows?” Mabel asked.

“............Shapes…?” Hunter said, confused.

“Great! I can getcha that! Shapes it is!” Mabel said, skipping into the kitchen.

“Wait, why did you ask?” Hunter called.

“Hold on a sec!” Mabel called.

Stan backed out of the room before Hunter could say anything, washing his hands clean of the whole ordeal. “Whipped cream, yes or no?!” Mabel called.

“Uh….Yes?” Hunter called back.

“Sweet! My kinda gal!!” Mabel grinned, walking into the room with two mugs of hot cocoa.

(With Stan.)

Stan looked through the woods, looking all over for Glitch, hoping he was okay and just hanging out somewhere. As he started heading towards the lake, a loud splash caught his attention, heart dropping pretty much onto the ground.

“Oh, that better not be him…!” Stan worried.

(With Hunter.)

Hunter yelped, shoving her hands over her ears in an attempt to shut out the static, dropping the hot chocolate onto the ground in front of her. “Hunter? What’s wrong?!” Mabel worried.

Dipper rushed downstairs, holding the hat Glitch had, clearly worried. “Mabel, is everything okay?!” Dipper asked, clearly panicking.

“Something’s wrong with Hunter, I-I don’t know what’s going on…!” Mabel worried.

“Wait...Hunter said she had a connection with Glitch...Doesn’t that mean that she feels what Glitch is feeling…?!” Dipper worried.

Hunter whimpered as she heard Glitch’s thoughts, curling in on herself.

“Hunter, is everything okay…?!” Dipper asked.

“I shoulda gone after him…! I shoulda talked to him-I-I-I shouldn’t have said anything…!!” Hunter whimpered.

“Hunter, it’s okay, calm down…!” Mabel begged.

“I shoulda gone after him…!!” Hunter panicked, dripping slightly.

“Hunter, it’s-” Mabel started, putting a hand on her shoulder, feeling it sink in slightly. “O….kay…?” Mabel trailed off, pulling her hand back. “What in the world….?” Mabel gasped.

“Oh my….” Dipper said.

(With Stan.)

Stan looked around, noticing a pile of clothes. Well. THAT’S concerning.

“Oh no...Isn’t that….Glitch’s...Jacket…?” Stan winced, going to look down at the lake.

As panic took over, Stan went in after Glitch, pulling him up to the surface, struggling slightly due to the weight. Stan eventually made it back to the surface, setting Glitch down and laying on his backside.

“Oh, Hunter owes me for this.” Stan panted. Stan slowly got up, grabbing some spare clothes from the back of the car, getting Glitch out of his wet clothes and into some fresh ones, including the beanie he took back from him.

(With Hunter.)

Hunter started fidgeting, almost hurting herself half the time, as panic started settling in. “Is Glitch okay..?! What’s going on…?! Why’d the pain suddenly lessen…!?” Hunter panicked.

“I-It’s okay, Hunter, calm down…!” Mabel urged carefully.

“Nobody cares, nobody cares, nobody cares….!” Hunter panicked.

“What…?! That’s ridiculous! We c-” Mabel started.

“He thinks nobody cares…!! He’s in pain, I can’t do anything about it…! I can’t stop it…!” Hunter hiccuped.

“Wait, who…?!” Dipper asked, concerned.

“Who do you think….?! The ONE person I was supposed to keep safe…!! I put his life in danger…! I’m gonna lose ANOTHER family member….!!” Hunter whined.

“It-It’s okay, Hunter…!” Mabel assured.

“NO, IT’S NOT OKAY!!! I WAS SUPPOSED TO KEEP HIM SAFE!! HE WOULDA BEEN SAFE IF I DIDN’T BLOW UP AT HIM FOR DOING NOTHING WRONG!! IF I DIDN’T TELL YOU WHAT HE WAS, EVERYTHING WOULD BE OKAY!! BUT I DID BECAUSE I PANICKED BECAUSE I DIDN’T PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT HE SAID!!!” Hunter snapped, dripping worse.

The front door opened, Stan walking in holding Glitch. “I’m home, and VERY tired!” Stan called. Dipper quickly cleared off a space to put Glitch down on. “So...He needs medical help…” Stan said. Mabel nodded, running off to grab bandages.

“Can I do anything…?” Hunter asked.

“No, you, sit, now.” Stan said.

“But I-” Hunter started.

“SIT.” Stan growled.

“C-Can I at least sit by him…?” Hunter asked timidly.

Stan moved Glitch closer to Hunter. “If I see you move from this spot, I am grounding you so hard, it may stretch beyond the summer.” Stan warned. Hunter nodded, hugging Glitch gently.

Mabel rushed downstairs with the medical supplies, falling halfway down, rushing over. “I’m okay!” Mabel assured.

“Just hand me the bandages.” Dipper said. Mabel handed them over.

(Timeskip)

Glitch slowly woke up, noticing Hunter passed out nearby in a very familiar living room in the Pines family household. “Oh no…” Glitch panicked, falling off of where he was sitting.

Hunter slowly woke up, rubbing the leftover sleep from her eyes. Glitch hid behind a chair, shaking and trying not to cry. Hunter winced, not wanting to do anything. “St-Stan-Stan…?” Hunter called.

“What?” Stan called back.

“H-He’s up…!” Hunter called back.

“Is he okay?” Stan asked.

“He looks kinda traumatized…” Hunter whimpered. Stan walked in.

“Okay, where is he?” Stan asked, Dipper and Mabel close behind.

“Behind the chair…” Hunter said, pointing at the chair.

Stan walked closer, stopping when Glitch backed into a corner in a panic. “Hey, it’s okay, I ain’t gonna hurtcha, okay?” Stan said gently.

“But you said-” Glitch started.

“I know what I said, but I regret saying it. It was said in the heat of the moment. I wasn’t in the right for saying that. I had no right to say that about a thirteen year old.” Stan winced, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

Glitch whimpered, clearly on the verge of a panic attack. Stan thought something over, settling on something. “Okay kid, lemme let ya in on a secret that I have with Hunter, when she gets like this, we do a little breathing exercise to calm down, would you wanna do that?” Stan asked gently.

Glitch whimpered, unsure of if he should trust him. “....I’m sorry I snapped at you. We haven’t had good encounters with other Demons-not saying that you’re like them! We’re just...Wary, nowadays.” Stan said.

“I’m not full demon…” Glitch said.

“I...I know, but there’s still that Demon part and...We just don’t wanna get hurt again, ya know…?” Stan smiled crookedly.

“I dunno…” Glitch said.

“It’s fine, it won’t hurt, I promise! Scout’s honor!” Stan promised, holding his hand over his heart.

“I don’t like promises…” Glitch said. “They usually end up broken..” Glitch added.

“Not mine, kiddo. My promises are the most genuine thing this side of Oregan!” Stan assured.

(Timeskip.)

After Glitch calmed down, Hunter snuck home, repairing the Ink Machine in the basement. As she wrapped up, she felt her phone vibrate and she went to answer it.

“Hello? Yeah, what’s up, Stan-Stan?” Hunter asked. Hunter nodded as he explained. “How much? Yeah, I can-no, I can help with that. No, ya don’t need to tell me. Midnight? Alright. See ya then, bye.” Hunter said, hanging up. Hunter took a deep breath, getting everything together and ready for midnight.

(Elsewhere.)

Agent Trigger checked a screen, jumping in surprise as he spotted something on it. “Agent Powers, sir, we have a sighting!!” Agent Trigger called. Agent Powers walked over, looking at the screen.

“What did you find, Agent Trigger?” Agent Powers asked.

“We found the culprits for the thefts, sir!!” Trigger said.

“Really? Who?” Powers asked. Trigger pointed at the screen, showing two people; Hunter and- “Stanford Pines. Bingo.” Powers smirked.

“What should we do, sir?” Trigger asked, awaiting orders.

“Well, Agent Trigger, we do the smart thing.” Powers said.

“What’s that?” Trigger asked, confused.

“We call in Special Ops.” Powers ordered.

“Sir, yes sir!!” Trigger said, standing up and saluting.

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Frustrated (Josh Anderson)

So tumblr glitched and apparently decided to delete this...how kind. So here it is again.

Warnings: smut & light swearing

Requests: openish (I’m a senior in college...so it may take me a while)

*I’m currently on mobile! I’ll insert the read more button ASAP

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You let out a cry of frustration. Why couldn’t you get there?? You tossed your vibe to the side in frustration. The fact that you were 22 years old and had never had an orgasm was getting old. Really fast. You were so sexually frustrated...it wasn’t even funny.

It didn’t help that you were living with one of your childhood best friends, who had grown-up to be an absolute, for lack of a better word, unit. Josh Anderson, your neighbor until age 16 had filled out well, was still the gentleman his mom raised him to be, and had a tendency to walk around in low-slung sweats without a shirt. All it did was serve to make you even hornier, which given the fact that he still saw you as just a friend and you were unable to bring yourself to orgasm...was not a good thing.

You turned your vibe off and shoved it back into your drawer before slamming it shut. After shimmying back into your leggings and readjusting your (Josh’s) hoodie you exited your room. At least Josh wasn’t here to bother and tease you...and then you could drink a glass of wine in peace.

“Aren’t you supposed to be happier after an orgasm?”

You screamed. You screamed like Auston Matthews seeing an inflatable bear and then threw your phone at where the voice was coming from.

“What the hell, Y/N?” Josh demanded, though thankfully with your phone safely secured.

“What the hell yourself, Joshua!” You retorted. “I thought you were supposed to be in Sudbury until tomorrow!”

He shrugged and then handed you back the phone you had impulse chucked at him. “I got a ride back with Cam. He’s has some shindig tomorrow.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that?!” You demanded.

“I texted and I called your name out when I came in...but you were a bit occupied.” He shot you a smirk and leaned against the counter. “Which brings me back to my earlier question...aren’t you supposed to be happier after an orgasm? I mean, I always am.”

You ignored him and poured yourself a glass of wine before sitting across from him in one of the barstools. “You’re an asshole.”

“And you’re avoiding the question.”

“Why do you care?”

“Just answer it.”

You gritted your teeth. “I wish I could.”

He refilled your wine and furrowed his brows. “What’s that supposed to mean? Nothing is stopping you.”

“I wish!” You rolled your eyes angrily. “I can’t answer the question. I don’t know the answer.” You bit out.

He blinked once. Twice. “You mean you’ve…”

“Never.”

“You’re 22!” He protested. “You’ve had boyfriends, I know you have toys...how have you never had an orgasm?”

“I just can’t!! I only slept with James and he really wasn’t anything special. And I just can’t get myself off. I’ve tried since I was sixteen fucking years old and you danced with me at prom. I’ve watched videos...read articles...I just can’t!” You were almost in tears from the mortification of the conversation, extreme sexual frustration, and just overall embarrassment.

“Prom?”

“The ridiculous crush I’ve had on you for years is not the point of this goddamn conversation.”

He reached across the counter and grabbed your hand. “I’m sorry I made you tell me. And I’m sorry that I teased you. And I’m very sorry that you feel so frustrated.”

You sniffled and he rounded the counter to pull you into a hug.You buried your head in his chest, “I just want.”

“I know, love.” He pulled your head up so your eyes connected with his blue ones. “Let me help.”

“What?”

“Let me help you get the release you need. No strings. I just want to help you.” He leaned into you, so close his mouth almost brushed yours. “Will you let me help you?”

“Yes.”

He gave you a wide smile that quickly transformed into a smirk before he lifted you up onto the counter.

“Josh!” You protested, “We eat up here.”

He didn’t give you a response, just chuckled before he pressed his lips to yours. His mouth was plush, but demanding against yours. His tongue wrestled with yours as your hands knotted in his curls.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been kissing before you broke apart. Just that you were both gasping for breath and his cheeks had flushed...you were sure you looked the same.

He wrapped your legs around his waist before picking you and carrying you down the hall. Your vee was pressed right against his erection and with every step you gasped at the friction.

Squirming in his grasp you tried to press more firmly against him, “Josh, please! Please.”

He smacked your ass. “Calm down. I’ll give you what you need but you need to calm down.”

You groaned and arched against him again before he tossed you down onto his bed. He quickly pulled your shirt over your head (score one for not putting your bra back on) and only paused to take his off because you tugged at the hem before he again had his mouth pressed against yours.

You ran your nails down his chest and abdomen and his calloused fingertips made a similar path down your torso before making their way back up to your nipples. He pinched one and then rubbed his thumb soothingly along it before repeating the motion on the other. Each time your breath hitched embarrassingly.

He broke the kiss as he began to trail his mouth down your neck and across your collarbones. As he reached your breasts he looked up at you speculatively.

“Why is it...do you think...that you can’t make yourself cum?” With each pause between words he would teasingly flick just the end of your nipples with his tongue. Not enough to give you satisfaction, just to tease.

“I just can’t.” He gave another teasing lick. “Please, Josh. Please.”

“I love the sound of that. But now isn’t the time to be distracted. Wanna know what I think?”

You were getting more and more frustrated with the talking and the not doing so you snapped, “I think that you like to hear yourself talk.”

He smirked. And then nipped the skin at the underside of your breast hard enough to leave a mark but not enough to break the skin. “Don’t be rude, Y/N. If you’re nice then good things happen.” To demonstrate he sucked your pebbled nub into his mouth and your back arched off the bed, but he released you before you could really appreciate it.

“Please more!” You cried out.

“Ready to hear what I think?” You just nodded in response. “You won’t let yourself surrender that control. You are, in the best way, high-strung enough that the idea of letting yourself fall off that cliff for the first time is scary.”

“Are you going to make me do that, Dr. Phil?” You teased.

“Rude.” He admonished. Still though, he moved slowly down your torso, leaving kisses and teasing nips. He reached the waistline of your leggings and looked up at you. “Do you trust me? Do you want this?”

You nodded, but he shook his head. “Give me words.”

“Yes. Please, yes Josh.”

He tugged down your leggings and arched a brow at you. “Commando? So scandalous.”

“I didn’t feel like taking the extra time to put them on.” You explained.

“Well I definitely appreciate it.” He pulled your leggings the rest of the way off and then you were naked. Reflexively you attempted modesty by crossing your legs and lowering your hands, but Josh grabbed your wrists. “Don’t cover yourself. You’re gorgeous.”

“And you’re still wearing pants and underwear. Things just feel a little uneven.”

He smirked. “I don’t need to have my pants off to do what I want to you. But I will take them off if you insist.” So he shucked off his pants which left him in just a pair of boxers that did absolutely nothing to disguise his desire. And then he knelt down between your knees and hitched your legs over his shoulders.

“You just dive into this? Don’t yo-”

He arched a brow. “James really did suck didn’t he? Don’t you read the trashy romance novels. This is the best place to start.” He began to leave slow, blazing kisses up the inside of your thighs and then you didn’t care if he was just going to dive right in.

He worked his way up one leg and skipped over where you wanted him most before working his way back up the other. He blew a teasing breath and then placed a closed mouth kiss directly on your pussy.

You let out a strangled cry of his name but got no further before he began to kiss, lick, and suck with not only enthusiasm but relish. And God, was he good at it. You weren’t sure if you wanted to know why but you were beyond grateful in the moment.

He flicked over your clit with just the tip of his tongue and pushed in two fingers. The tightening you always felt in your gut was back with a vengeance and you began to squirm away from the sheer pleasure he was bringing you.

“Josh,” You panted. “Too much, baby.”

He shook his head and pumped his fingers before he looked up at you. His lips were swollen and wet with your juices. “Not enough, love. You’re so close. Let go of it. Trust me to catch you.” And then he turned back to what he was doing. He sucked on your clit and your hips bucked up before he threw an arm over your waist to keep you down.

He pumped his fingers again and then curled them up. “Come on Y/N. Let me see you cum.” He curled them one more time and for the first time you fell off that cliff.

You came on a silent yell as your vision whited out. You weren’t sure how long it was before you finally returned to a normal state of conscience but Josh had you firmly tugged against him, with only his boxers separating the two of you.

“Holy shit.” You murmured. “This was by far the best idea you’ve ever had. I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this for so long.”

Josh let out a soft chuckle. “I agree this was definitely my best idea. I should have these kind of ideas more often.”

You pressed a long kiss to his lips, tasting yourself on them and then pulled back to look him in the eyes that never failed to make your heart stutter. “Wanna hear my idea?” You teased.

“Hit me with it.” You leaned in and whispered exactly what you imagined the next thing (or two or ten) the two of you would do together.

“Let’s get to it.” And then he smothered your giggle with his mouth as he rolled you underneath him...where you would occasionally switch places with him for the rest of the night.

[t-underneaththeradardancing]

glitch - i wanna say matrix but - its prolly just a bad embed or not enuff - bandwidth  - r we tawking girth - its that kinda morning but they all are 

lately 

do not google - a popular meme that will diss gust u  - yah u wanna know - now - or think u do - u dont 

t get onna good foot and take it to the bridge give the drummer some and ffs this would b a good time to tawk about the kitty and wat a good one 

crow awk call - i think i wuz scolded yesterday - or when ever  i could not manage the anyway or even the hallelujah - i lissen a second - time - same stutter in the music 

duz heaven make u think of dying - someone asked me about murder wuz it anyhoo recent but it made me thinkin - witch as u know leads to the over and over not 2 mention the compulsive nature of obsession 

so the 411 on t 

old af - badly aging male 67  - think he a rawk star - married to the unpoet shez an attorney - yes i think u know we haz a kitty as good as a feline can b  - inna band and biz w a teenage schizophrenic  - there were more teenz last summer but things got - used to and sometimes still trade markets - it wuz my day job one of many - officially appointed official sf ambassador to the crows w a proclamation and everything - a pinky promise a blood oath or wuz that ketchup - and dirt is a hair product - i think u no imma poet on tumblr - lazy af 

oh yah 

u prolly know tissed 

things r kinda fukked up all over - something bout a virus 

on the other hand 

birdsong  - srsly lissen every daze - gentle love thots sent received 

tbh i wonder y anybody follows 

lol

[lilac-masquerade]

Irritation Bonus

          It’s been three years and Illinois’s sentence was ending. Yancy was upset so Illinois and he were allowed to spend the whole day cuddled up on the bottom bunk. Yancy was trying his best to hold back tears but it was near impossible. Illinois was running a hand gently up and down Yancy’s back. “How long is you’re sentence?” Yancy let out an emotionless chuckle, “69 years.” Illinois looked at him in shock before laughing, “What?” Yancy smiled up at him, “The judge gave me 68 years and I didn’t think it would make much of a difference so I asked for one more.” Illinois shook his head, “You’re amazing dove.” Yancy smile dropped, “I don’t want to lose youse.” Illinois planted a gentle kiss on Yancy’s head, “I’ll visit every third Sunday, and you know that the guards will let me sneak in whenever I want.”

          Yancy shrugged, “It won’t be the same though…” Illinois was about to answer when a guard spoke up from in front of their cell, “Hey, Yancy, Illinois. Someone is here to see you.” They both looked up confused. Illinois cast a glance at Yancy, “It’s not visitation day, is it?” Yancy shook his head, “No it's not.” The guard opened the door and the two stood up, still confused. Yancy put his hand into Illinois’s and stepped closer. To anyone else, Yancy’s proud stature and tense shoulders would show that he was prepared for anything, but the way that he held tightly onto Illinois’s hand showed how nervous he truly was to the adventurer.

          The two followed the guard to a room that was reserved for detectives to ask convicts questions. The two looked at each other, even more confused. The guard nodded at them to go in. Yancy squeezed Illinois’s hand harder before entering the room.

           In the room was a man. He was dressed in a fine white suit and his hands were held together in front of him. He had black hair that hung over his left eye, and his skin appeared to be grey. They both stared at the man in shock, before Illinois broke the silence, “Nice suit, and must I say that eyeliner is a nice touch.” Yancy snorted as the man raised an eyebrow. The two sat down as the man leisurely waved a hand for the guard to leave. Illinois looked at Yancy shocked, both of them were wondering just who this guy was. 

          When the room was empty of all other personal the man spoke, “Greetings, I know you are wondering who I am but if you take my offer, you’ll find out soon enough. For now, you can just call me Dark.” Yancy spoke up suspiciously, “What offer. I hope youse know that thises my joint.” Dark frowned, “I know that you two have gotten close, I also know that Illinois’s sentence is ending.” Yancy tensed, “What does thats have to do with anything?” Dark held up a hand, “Let me continue. Yancy, your sentence will go on for a long time, even if you do decide to take parol. That means that you won’t be able to keep the same relationship with Illinois.” Yancy looked down, obviously upset at the reminder, “I know.” Illinois tensed up and let go of Yancy’s hand only to wrap it around his shoulder, pulling the man closer to himself. 

          Dark ignored the protective movement, “What I’m offering will only ever come from me. You two can come live at my place. Yancy, because of your sentence you will be under a sort of house arrest. You cannot leave the house under any circumstances. Well unless Wilford sets the place on fire, but that’s beside the point.” Yancy’s mouth dropped open and Illinois stared at Dark in shock. “Are, are youse serious. I means I’m not even sure that I’ll like your place,” Yancy stuttered. Dark nodded, “You can stay with us for a month if you decide that it is not to your liking you can come back here.”

           Yancy looked at Illinois with shock and hope, but there was still uncertainty in his eyes. Dark stood up and started to exit the room, “I’ll let you make your decision alone, but do keep it quick, I have other things I need to do.” He then left the room, letting the door close behind him. Yancy turned to face Illinois, “I, I don’t think I’s belong out there. I’m not sure if I’m ready.” Illinois smiled, “Trust me, you’re ready. You are so incredibly amazing, and you’ve been such a good person. Sure the culture shock would suck, but you’re not going outside so it won’t be as bad. Plus if you don’t feel comfortable you can come back here, I won’t judge” Illinois’s caressed Yancy’s cheek, smiling slightly when Yancy leaned into his touch. Yancy smiled his eyes closed, “I’ll take the offer.” Illinois chuckled and kissed Yancy’s forehead, “Then I will too.”

          The door opened as the two pulled away and Dark’s absurdly deep voice met their ears, “Are you two done like I said I have other business to attend to.” Illinois rolled his eyes, “Pushy aren’t you, but yeah we take your deal.” Dark grinned, “I knew you would now follow me.” Yancy tilted his head confused, we’re just going to walk out?” Dark raised an eyebrow, “Yes. Problem?” Illinois and Yancy looked at each other thinking the same thing, who is this man?

          When they got outside Dark led them to a secluded area which instantly rose the anxiety of the two ex-prisoners. When they were out of sight from any people or cameras everything seemed to glitch out until the two were standing in front of a giant mansion. Before the two could ask anything Dark held up a hand, “I know you two are confused, but there will be much more… puzzling things ahead so I suggest that you prepare yourselves.” The two glanced at each other once more, both wondering if they made the right choice.

          When Dark opened the door two men dressed exactly the same and looked exactly the same, slid into the hallway, “Welcome back Dark Jim and other Jims, we are Jim!” Yancy blinked, confused, “So youses both Jim?” Dark rolled his eyes, “They’re twins, but they’re one of the more normal residents of this house.” As Dark finished speaking a man with a pink mustache, a pink bowtie, a yellow dress shirt, and rainbow suspenders walked out of a different room dragging what looked like a body. He also wasn’t wearing any pants. Illinois nodded, “I see…” Dark looked behind him and sighed exasperatedly, “Goddamnit Wilford, put on some goddamn pants, and what have I said about killing people in the house, wait… IS THAT MY BRAND NEW CARPET, I JUST BOUGHT THAT WILFORD. THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS”

          “The Host watched the scene, as best as he could with a blindfold on, mildly amused,” Someone said from the place where the Jims originally stood. Dark sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “I’m sure they’ll all introduce themselves, make yourself at home.” Illinois and Yancy watched as Dark seemed to vanish, terrified. “HI, You must be the newbies! It’s great to meet you!” The two looked over to see a man with red hair in a schoolgirl outfit on. Illinois raised an eyebrow, “Well he doesn’t look that bad.” The man smiled, “Oh I’m not. Unless you try to take my senpai, then I cut you into tiny pieces, and I’ll make it slow. Oh, my name’s Yandere by the way.” The man giggled and skipped away.

         The two just stood at the front door, terrified and not wanting to go a step further into the house. “I deeply apologize for their behavior, I am Google, I will give you a tour.” A new man was standing in front of the door wearing a blue shirt with a glowing white G on it. He was also wearing black slacks. His voice was monotone and robotic. Yancy smiled, “Thank youse for the help, I’s was worried theres were no one sane here.” The robot chuckled, “I wonder the same thing sometimes too.” Illinois raised an eyebrow, what was that supposed to mean?

          The robot pointed to himself, “My name is Google, that’s the living room to the right of you.” The two looked over to see A man with a crown arguing to another man, who looked a lot more like a robot. “NO! You cannot use one of my squirrels to make a video!” The robot shrugged, “C'mon man, I just want to push him on a tiny skateboard. It’ll be totally rad!” Illinois and Yancy chuckled at that, it was a pretty ridiculous argument. Google cleared his throat, “The one with the crown is The King of the Squirrels, the other one is Bing.” Bing looked up, “Suh dudes, wanna yeet over here and convince mister fuzzypants that my idea is total ebic!” Illinois laughed, “That’s not exactly my area of expertise.”

          “Google you can stop, for now, I bet the newbies would love to be shown around by me, I mean, hello I am Bim Trimmer,” Someone said from behind the group. Illinois and Yancy turned around to see yet another man. He was dressed in a suit and tie and he wore a confident grin on his face. Behind him was someone else who was trying to hide behind Bim, but he was too tall for it to work properly. “H-h-hi, I’m E-E-Er-Eric…” Illinois raised an eyebrow, “A little shy there, aren’t ya buddy.” Eric nodded, his eyes focused on the handkerchief that he was twisting in his hands. Someone cleared their voice, “Eric I believe that it's time for your checkup, Host just finished his.” Another man in a lab coat stood in the doorway, looking at his watch. “Be polite Edward, we have guests,” Bim said with a flourish of his hand. Edward looked up, an annoyed look on his face, “It’s Dr. Iplier to you. I could have sworn I’d already told you this. Oh sorry, I forgot you were a little to dumb to understand English.” Dr. Iplier looked at the new couple, “Welcome, get out while you can.”

Part 1

OKAY SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG! Anyway, this is going to go into a series called Ego Household. I can’t get onto the plot for that yet so Imma get the Christmas special for Ego Household then maybe spit out some side stories. Thank you for reading ^-^ Also I will doing them meeting the septics in the first part of Ego Household so look forward to that

[indi-indigo-loves-barley]

The Beginning - Chapter 1

[Mod Arts: A little fanfic about how Barley and Indi met/got together. Complete fluff with a side of mild family issues. Rating: PG-13  Word Count: 1631]

“Barley’s chill,” Monica assured as she clicked a few times on her computer. Watching her as she did this, Indi bit her lip. She had been playing Quests of Yore with her online friends for years, bringing someone new into the bunch made her feel slightly queasy. What if he judged her? What if he made fun of her?

Indi didn’t have another moment to worry because suddenly the boy was there in a loud flurry. His one liner (that she had missed) managed to make both Kyle and Liam laugh; Monica gave him a pity chuckle. “Tough crowd,” the boy tsk-ed before acknowledging Indi, “so you don’t have a funny bone Indigo Girl?”

Indigo Girl. 

There was no malice behind the words –no intent to hurt or belittle– he was simply interacting with her like he would any other person. Her chest unconstricted and she smiled slightly. “Naw, I do, I just have a little more class,” she joked back and he chuckled in return. In fact, everyone had laughed at her joke, including Monica.

“So why have I never met m’lady before,” Barley asked, raising a dramatic eyebrow and Indi’s mood fell. The light, fluttery feeling dropped from her stomach. This was always the elephant in the room.

“I-Im sick… can’t go out…” Indi stuttered out quietly. Barley’s face immediately fell with hers and he sat back, his mood significantly changed.

“Oh… how sick?” He looked like a lost puppy. Indi chewed on her bottom lip before speaking. Why was he so torn up about this?

“Just Anemia… but it can get really bad some days. I get dizzy spells, bouts of random tiredness, random upset stomachs, and exercise is a bitch. My moms have decided it’s easier to keep me inside.” His face seemed to lighten a degree, but not back to its original state.

“Forever,” Kyle snorted out. The word hung in the air and Indi sucked on her bottom lip harder, she could see the cogs working in Barley’s head. She could see the moment he realized she had pretty much never seen the outside world.

“Well I get out for doctors appointments…” she finally spoke up.

“Enough of the chatter,” Monica finally chimed in looking bored. Indi knew it was an act, Monica was like an older sister to her, they would always look out for each other. “I wanna play some Quests of Yore.”

“Oh, of course,” Indi piped up, grateful for the distraction, “this new campaign is gonna put y’all through it!” She started pulling out her Quests of Yore journal and flipping through it, till she landed on her newest writing. “Sabotage, spies, amnesia, Civil Wars!” Liam and Kyle groaned, they never liked the complicated stuff. 

As Indi started to DM the session she got a private message from Barley. Accepting the friend request sent along with it, she opened it. I’m sorry. She stared at the text as rehearsed words poured from her mouth. She stared until she couldn’t any longer because she needed to look at her notes for prompting.

~ ~ ~

The text was left unreplied to for three whole days. Barley had begun to wonder if he had said the wrong thing, if maybe she now hated him. It was late on the third day when he had opened the chat again to check –he always worried that his notifications might glitch and he’d never know she even replied– upon opening the chat he found she was typing. Suddenly she stopped, after a long pause she started again, only to stop. Sighing he turned off his phone and flung it on the bed, covering his eyes with his arm. Five minutes later the phone went off. 

Snatching up it he turned on the lock screen to look, it was probably Kyle or Liam wanting to play online. He nearly dropped the phone when he realized it was a text from Indi. Immediately, he unlocked his phone to read it. What had she said?

I don’t know how to reply to this… I’ve tried for a bit, but I just can’t. Originally I had typed up this great message about how it was okay, and how it was for the better. But to be honest, I hate it. I feel like Rapunzel locked up in here. I don’t know what it’s like to be a normal… and that sucks. IDK why I’m telling you all this… but you seemed like you sincerely cared, so I thought you should sincerely know.

Barley drank in the text, he read it over and over until the words were burnt into his brain. How was he supposed to reply to this? He couldn’t just give her a throw away answer like ‘that sucks’, he wasn’t that type of guy. He genuinely cared. She had spilt her guts to him because she thought he genuinely cared.

And he was going to prove it.

Like what? He sent back.

Huh? She replied.

What normal things have you missed? There was a long pause as she typed up a list, but this time she typed furiously.

Stargazing, driving, going to playgrounds, hanging upside down in a tree, going to ice cream shops, just walking down the sidewalks.

Twisting up his mouth Barley stared at the text and honestly tried not to cry. This girl hadn’t had basic childhood experiences. She was a prisoner in her own house, not a child. Finally he texted back: What are you doing later tonight?

Why??? She answered back.

Just wondering.

That’s not weird.

Just answer me.

Nothing.

He smirked, this was it, he was going to help her tick off her list one thing at a time, starting with stargazing. Video call at 8pm-ish?

Sure?

Good, was all he replied before setting down his phone with a grin. Everything was in place for a perfect plan.

When 8 o’clock finally rolled around Barley started a call and Indi immediately picked up. “Which way does your room window face,” he asked.

“This is getting really creepy, are you gonna come kidnap me,” she joked back.

“No.”

“North.”

“Coolio.” Barley threw open his window and managed to scramble out of it, before Indi realized something was happening.

“What are you doing,” she was half laughing and half terrified.

“Climbing to the roof,” Barley grunted as he hoisted himself up. “There.” Refocusing the phone on his face he smiled and Indi gave him a real laugh.

“Barley, you are the strangest boy I’ve ever met.”

“Say what you must,” he joked back before settling on the northern hemisphere. “Are you looking out your window?” He watched as she shuffled around, and then he caught a glimpse of her room.

It seems lonelier than he imagined; white walls, neat bookshelf, the bed crisp and made, nothing on the floor (from what he saw). He stared a little too long, lost in thought and missed her words. She repeated them and he finally focused on the moment, but his stomach rolled.

“I’m at my window.” He caught her words this time around and plastered a grin on for her.

“Okay. See those five stars just to the right? They make a zig-zag line?”

“Yeah,” Indi breathed out looking up on her end.

“That’s Cassiopeia. And the right next to it, those four stars on the right, that’s Andromeda's legs. Ursa Major and Ursa Minor are out too, off to the left there.”

“I cannot believe you,” Indi suddenly laughed. Her voice held no tension, only great humor. “You’re trying to take me stargazing.”

“Well, yeah. I-I thought I could help you live out your dreams you know? Tomorrow we can hang upside down from a tree, and once I get Guinevere up and running we can go driving too!” Barley was blushing slightly, he didn’t know why, but he felt anxious voicing his plan.

“Oh,” Indi’s cheeks flushed and he noted how he liked that, it brought some color to her face. “I-I’d like that.” They sat in silence for a short time before Indi bit her lip and spoke.

“So, Guinevere?”

“Yeah,” Barley piped up. “Sweet van, automatic, roomie in the back. She needs a lot of work though; new breaks, the back lights are shot, a spark plug needs replacing too. Oh and I totally have to repaint her, tan is not her color.”

“Sounds like a real junk heap,” Indi giggled, “why did you even bother to buy it?”

“Her,” Barley corrected and they laughed together for a bit. Once the laughter died down he said, “I thought it’d be a nice summer project, you know. Make my own car, then it’ll really be mine. And so Guinevere was born.”

“No yet,” Indi corrected, “once you fix her up she’ll be born. And we will have cake, and party hats. It’ll be a grand birthday.” They chuckled together and suddenly Indi let out a big yawn. “Whelp, that’s my cue for sleep, I have to make sure I get what I can. It helps to be rested.”

“Of course,” Barley nodded.

“Thanks. See you tomorrow after school?”

“Yeah! We have a tree to climb.” Smiling at each other they hung up. Climbing back down and into his room Barley grinned to himself. He was saving Rapunzel from her tower.

~ ~ ~

As Indi went through her night time ritual to get ready for sleep, she thought about Barley. Why was he being so nice to her? She had originally thought pity, but tonight he proved her wrong. There was no pity in his eyes, there was only a caring glow. If it wasn’t pity, then what was it? What made this boy care so much about her?

Lying down in her bed Indi stared at the ceiling for a while before falling into sleep.

[lukesxbitch]

Best Friends

A/N SO I wrote this literally years ago, but there were little things I didn’t like and any time I tried to edit it, my phone would glitch. So I just decided to repost it. Changed it a littleeee

RATING: NC-17

The bottle spun as Luke mindlessly twirled it in his hands. He had come over unannounced to your house about an hour ago. Since then you’ve snuck into your parents hidden stash and grabbed a few bottles of beer.

You guys had emptied one each and are currently debating on whether or not we should open another, seeing as you’re both a bit tipsy.

“Hey Y/N?” Luke suddenly spoke, with a slight slur. You gave a slight nod of confirmation that you was listening.

“We should play truth or dare.”

You burst out laughing at the offer.

“What?” He questioned, genuinely confused as to why you started laughing.

“Luke, that game is for middle schoolers. We’re both 17. Don’t you think we’re a bit old?” You asked.

Luke just shrugged and continued to twirl the bottle.

“I mean it’s boring doing nothing and at least playing the game we’re doing something.” He shot back with emphasis on ‘something’.

“Whatever Luke, let’s play the stupid game.” You said with a groan. Luke let out a small cheer and got off the couch and onto the floor to sit across from you.

“Alright who goes first?” You asked in a bored tone.

“I will!” He said not even 2 seconds later. Wow, he really wants to play this.

“Okay, Y/N. Truth or dare?”

“Um, I’m going to have to say truth. Who knows what you’re thinking right now?” You replied uncertainly. Honestly, Luke is crazy. If you said dare he could have me running across my lawn naked.

He let out a whine of protest at your answer. “Y/N, I was gonna have you run naked outside.” Yep, you were right. “Whatever you said truth. Anyways, I know you recently broke up with your boyfriend, but you were together for awhile, so did you guys ever do the deed?” With his question your head shot up and an immediate blush spread across your cheeks. “My, my, has little miss Y/N had sex?” Luke gasped in fake shock. This caused an even bigger blush to appear, because he was getting the wrong message. You and your boyfriend didn’t get that far as you weren’t ready. Sure, you guys went pretty far, you just never made it to sex. You put your head in your hands in embarrassment and he only started laughing. “Come on, Y/N. It’s not that big of a deal. Everyone has sex at some point in time.”

You finally raised your head out of your hands to speak for the first time since the question. “No, Luke that’s not it. We never, you know, did that.” At this he actually gasped, and not a fake one.

“Are you serious?” Luke asked in a whisper. You nodded, too ashamed to speak. “Wow. I-I don’t even know what to say right now.”

“Well, I know what to say. Luke, truth or dare?” You ask trying to change the subject. You weren’t very comfortable talking about your virginity to your best friend no matter how close you guys were.

“Uhm, dare? No, truth. Yeah, truth.” Luke answered, obviously with something else on his mind. You thought to yourself for a minute, before getting the idea to try to embarrass your best friend right back.

“Do you have any kinks? Like, sexually.” Luke’s eyes widened at your question, not expecting you to be so blunt, but still seemed unfazed. He nodded, to which you gasped at. “What are they?” You asked, a little too eagerly for your liking.

Luke chuckled at your obvious eagerness. “Oh Y/N, you only get one question.” He answered with a smirk.

“C’mon, Luke. Just tell me, please.” You added with a pout at the end. Luke sighed and took a deep breath.

“Well, from what I’ve done, I know I definitely have a few. You wanna know them?” He asked, still smirking at you. Nodding your head yes, he continued. “Well the first one I’ve done a few times, and fuck it was hot, but overstimulation. Do you know what that is Y/N?” As he was talking he was looking you straight in the eyes. You felt as you were in a trance and didn’t even notice you shaking your head ‘no’. “Well, it’s when you make a person, a girl in my case, come over and over again, until they can’t take it and they’re begging you to stop, while writhing in pleasure.” Luke paused to add a groan, only adding to the growing patch of wetness in your panties. “Another is being dominated. To be at complete mercy to your other while they do whatever they want to you. That one I enjoy a lot.” You let out a quiet whimper and his smirk grew even bigger than it was before. “Wanna know the last one?” You nodded your head up and down so quickly you got a bit dizzy before you finally stopped. “This I haven’t done, but has recently come to my attention that I should try it. It’s to take my best friend's virginity.”

Your eyes widened, but his face stayed the exact same, smirking at me as if he was challenging me to do something.

“What?” You barely managed to choke out.

“You heard me.”

“Uh, I think we should get back to the game.” You tried to say without stuttering, to which you were successful.

“Oh Y/N. We both know that the game isn’t important anymore.” Luke chuckled, at your lame attempt to change the subject.

“Alright then let’s watch a movie.” You tried again.

“Fine, if that’s what you really want.” Luke replied. You just got up, without answering his question to find a movie.

Over your shoulder you called to him, “is ‘The Lego Movie’ good?” You got a muffled response, which you took as a yes anyway, and bent down to get it. Behind you, you heard a groan and shuffling, until you felt two large hands grab your hips. You let out a shriek of surprise and stood up quickly.

As you did this you subconsciously stepped back right into a very turned on Luke, your butt nudging a prominent bulge in Luke’s pants. You heard another groan, and felt a pair of lips right at your ear. “Oh babygirl, do you feel what you did to me?” His lips immediately started attacking your neck with open mouth kisses, sending heat straight down to your core.

“Luke? What are you doing?” You asked breathlessly, feeling yourself getting sucked into the world of pleasure. He growled into your neck and stepped back. You turned around to see Luke standing inches away from you, with lust and passion filling his eyes.

“Do you want this?” Luke suddenly blurted.

“What?” You were confused, what did he mean by want this?

“Would you like to have sex with me? We’ve been best friends for years, no one knows you better than I do, not even yourself. I promise to give you the best experience of your life.” The lust falling out of his eyes, now left with only passion. He has always been there for you, you can’t think of anyone better to give yourself to, so without missing a beat, you nodded. Luke immediately got to work, grabbing your face in his hands and bringing his lips to yours. By now you felt completely sober.

It was everything you ever dreamed of, maybe even more. His lips were soft as a fucking pillow, and his tongue darted out to lick your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You accepted without hesitation and your tongues started battling for dominance. Luke won easily and touched the back of your thighs murmuring a ‘jump’ into your lips. You did as he said and wrapped your legs around his waist just after.

Luke started going up the stairs with no trouble, much to your surprise as Luke has always been the clumsy one out of you two. Luke and you arrived in your room, and he carefully laid you down on your bed, hovering over you to continue the kiss.

Balancing his weight on one hand, he used the other to trail down your side, giving you goosebumps even through your shirt.

Reaching the end of your shirt, Luke tugged on the hem. You got the message and sat up, so he could remove it easier. For the first time that night, your lips parted. Luke ripped your shirt off and his gaze immediately dropped to your chest.

“God Y/N you’re so beautiful.” Luke whispered. You blushed and reached behind your back to unclip your bra, but was stopped by Luke’s hands. “Let me.” You just nodded, and felt his hands snake behind you and easily unclipped it. Your bra was pulled from your chest and flung to some place in your room and as soon as Luke got a glance at your uncovered chest, he let out a whine. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to see you like this Y/N.” Luke said as he started to kiss your neck, nipping at some areas to mark you, causing you to let out small moans.

He finally started to go lower and wrapped his pink lips around one of the buds, making it harden and pebble inside his mouth. You arched your back into him and let out little pants and moans at the feeling. He hadn’t forgotten about your other as he started to massage that one too.

As he pulled away he reached for his own shirt and quickly pulled it off. His body was one I would dream of. It was perfect in my eyes. He wasn’t overly muscular, which I loved and everything was just beautiful. You slowly let your hand trail down, making shivers erupt throughout his body. As your hand reached his treasure trail, it started shaking. The nerves were finally getting to you.

Luke set his hand on yours, “look at me Y/N. Are you okay with this? We don’t have to continue if you don’t want to.” You gulped, swallowing your fear. There was nothing you wanted more than this, you just were scared of the pain you’ve heard about.

“Luke, I want this.” With that he moved your hand onto the bulge over his pants, and started to move your hand so you were palming him. “Relax Y/N. You’re doing gr-” He cut himself off with a moan when you gave him a firm squeeze. “Oh god, do it again. Please, Y/N, do it again.” Luke begged you. You giggled and moved your hands to the zipper of his pants. You undid the button and pulled down the zipper keeping eye contact with him the entire time, causing his breath to hitch. Surprisingly you got his jeans down no problem, and since you guys were absolute losers, you high fived.

To heighten the experience, as Luke had said, he took off your pants, very sexually and sensually. There you were, in front of your best friend in just your panties, while he was just in his underwear, which seemed to be getting tighter and tighter as he continued to shamelessly look at your body.

Finally, both of the last articles on your body were removed. Luke started to lower himself down your body. You gave him a questioning look. “Luke, what are you doing?”

“I need to make sure you’re wet enough. Don’t want to cause my princess any pain, do I?” You shook your head no, and tried to prepare yourself for what he was about to do.

His lips lightly brushed your clit sending shocks of pleasure through your body. Oh god, if he can make me feel that by barely touching me, I’m fucked, you thought to yourself. Luke finally gave a bold lick from your entrance to your clit, receiving a breathy moan from you. You hands found his hair and tangled themselves into it, ready to tug when you felt really fucking good. He flicked his tongue on your clit before wrapping his lips around it and giving it a hard suck. Not expecting it, you let out a loud moan, bucking your hips, to which he held down with a hand on your abdomen, just forcing you to take it. You tugged on his hair not really knowing what else to do, making him moan into you, the vibrations driving you crazy. You glance down at Luke and immediately let out a whine. Luke’s eyes snap up to your face, and he physically has to stop himself from grinding into your bed. You’re looking him in the eyes, with the most fucked-out expression grasping both your tits, barely containing the pleasure he’s giving you.

“You fucking love it.” Luke whispers into your core, causing another whine to leave your throat, albeit a little pissed he paused his ‘life changing oral’ Luke was providing.

Luke slowly brought a finger to your hole and swirled it around to collect the wetness, before dipping it into your heat. Your tightness gripped his finger as he pumped it, somehow turning him on even more than before. Growing accustomed to the new feeling, and enjoying it quite a bit, moans were leaving your mouth left and right. Suddenly, Luke brought another finger into the equation working it in with the first one.

He started to scissor your hole to open you up a bit more for his length, since he wasn’t exactly small down there. Still continuing to give your clit small kitten licks, your head started to go dizzy from all the pleasure you were receiving.

“Luke, stop.” You managed to say. Luke looked up at you as he paused his actions, waiting for you to continue. “I’m just really close and don’t wanna get too tired before the real thing.” He nodded understanding and stood to grab a condom.

As soon as he got up you were greeted with Luke Jr. Standing tall, not too thick, with a pink tip leaking pre-cum like a broken faucet, there he was. All of him. “Turn around.” You told him, and he listened. You just wanted to see his butt. It was so cute. It was so nice, looking like he does squats everyday. God he really is perfect. Luke turned his head around to see you staring at his ass and laughed, before turning around again and tackling you, so you were laying back down on the bed.

With the serious mood back, he put the condom on. Nudging your legs open, Luke situated himself imbetween. Grabbing his length, he lead it to your entrance. Just before he started, he paused once again. “Are you sure? I understand if you want to stop. I mean I’m painfully hard and all, but I can take care of it if I have to.” Luke didn’t want you to feel pressured into doing this. He wanted to make sure you were completely comfortable with what was going to happen.

Sighing you said, “Luke, I’m sure. Now please, I can literally feel myself dripping down my leg.”

He started to push in, at first just the tip, and you already felt the discomfort of having something foreign down there. Slowly, inch by god damn agonizing inch, he was completely buried inside of you. It hadn’t hurt as much as you thought it would, especially with his fucking gifted member.

The uncomfortable feeling you had slowly started to disappear until there was none left.

“Luke, you can move now.” Hearing a mumbled ‘thank god’ from him, he started to move.

Pulling out until just his tip remained inside of you he pushed back in. After him repeating this action a few times, you finally felt a lttle bit of pleasure. “F-faster.” You mumbled in the crook of his neck, where your head was resting. Not having to be told twice, Luke picked up his pace. “Oh my god, princess. You feel so good wrapped around me. So tight..” He trailed off, not being able to finish because of the moan that was ripped out of his throat. Luke started to place hot open mouthed kissed on your neck mumbling ‘so good’ every once in awhile.

“Luke, fuck, c’mon I know you can do better than this. Show me what I’ve been missing.” Oh boy, you were glad you said that.

Luke started pulling out nearly all the way before slamming back into. Lifting one of your legs over his shoulder, he continued to slam into you with everything you had. At the angle change his tip brushed against something that made your eyes widen and your breath hitch.

“There right t-there, Luke.” You moaned out. Not being able to control them now, as the pleasure has taken over your entire body. With him continuously slamming that spot, you felt your orgasm approach faster than ever.

“Fuck, L-luke.”

“That’s right babygirl. Moan my name. Fucking scream it, and let everyone know who’s making you feel this good.” Luke growled into your neck, leaving you breathless as you started to clench around him, with him gasping at how much tighter it was. Your vision started to dot, and Luke knew how close you were by the constant clenching you were doing, which made him shake in fucking ecstasy. “Come for me baby. Come all over my cock as I pound into your tight little pussy.” Luke moaned, as you once again clenched around his throbbing length.

At his words you fell into another world. Another fucking galaxy if you must. Your body felt weightless, as the pleasure ripped through you. Nothing could top this moment.

Luke seeing you climax caused him to go over the edge, as he mentally saved a picture for his wank bank later, and came into the condom. His breathing erratic, vision blurry, and body weak. His vision finally cleared when you were sitting up, on your knees, gently caressing his face. “I fucking blacked out? I’ve never, and I mean never blacked out from cumming as hard as I did just then. God, Y/N, it’s like your body was made for me.” Luke breathed as he still tried to grasp the fact that he blacked out.

“Luke, what do we do know?” You asked, since the intimacy of this didn’t seem to be at a just friend level.

“I’m not sure. All I know is that I need to breath since you literally fucked the air out of my lungs. Fuck, Y/N are you sure that you’re a virgin?” Luke spoke, sounding strained as he still was gasping for air. You giggled and nodded as you cuddled your naked body into Luke’s side. He wrapped his arms around you, and laid you two back.

It was when you were cuddled into him, while his breathing slowly evened out, that you realized you made the right choice to give him your all, for nothing felt better than being with him.

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my alternate version of Childs play (2019) where Andy is actually nice to Chucky cause uhhh he deserves it (Part 1)

Andy eagerly tore back the wrapping paper concealing the large box underneath. He instantly came face to face with a grinning, freckled doll. A buddi doll, to be exact.

His face fell slightly. Definitely not what he was expecting. He would’ve settled for a new phone or even some Star Wars action figures, but not wanting to upset his mother, he would have to make do.

“Woah, you actually got one of these things?” he turned to face Karen in disbelief. Karen smirked and gave a nod.

“Yeah! Someone brought it in for return, so I took advantage of the opportunity,” she shrugged. “Just remember it’s refurbished, though, so it might not work perfectly.”

Andy gave a nod before continuing to peal the wrapping paper off of the box and getting the doll out. He set it on the couch, crouching before it. He proceeded to follow the instructions as Karen read them from the small piece of paper provided. Once the USB cord was plugged into the small opening in the dolls chest, he connected his phone to the opposite side and opened the Kaslan app. He attempted to connect the doll, but his phone began to glitch violently. He tapped at the screen furiously until the dolls head jerked, causing him to look up.

A little jingle sounded as the dolls inner workings whirred to life and it moved about, looking here and there. A female voice erupted from the doll, stating: “Your buddi is now connected”.

“Woah,” Andy marveled, watching as the dolls head clicked from left to right, eyes flickering between blue and red. He found it odd, but quickly shrugged it off, reminding himself that it was refurbished.

When the doll had finished moving about, it stopped to face Andy, glitching slightly before smiling.

“Hi. Are you my best b-b-buddy?” it stuttered.

Andy smiled. “Yeah!” he exclaimed.

The doll grinned again, a sudden bright, red light shooting from its eyes as it scanned Andy’s face. Andy clasped a hand over his eyes, blinking furiously to try and get rid of the after burn.

“What’s your name?” the doll asked him.

“Andy. ‘Sup,” he replied.

“Hi Andy sup,” the doll greeted him happily.

Andy couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “No, it’s just Andy,” he laughed.

The doll blinked. “What’s my name?”

Andy paused to think. “Um, Han Solo?”

“Did you say Chu-Chu-Chucky?” the doll cocked it’s head.

Andy chuckled again, running a hand through his hair. “No, I said-”

“Chucky. I like that. Chu-ucky. I’m Chucky,” he exclaimed happily. Andy and his mother exchanged amused looks.

“What do you wanna do, Andy?” Chucky asked.

“Uh, I dunno, maybe turn on the TV or something?” Andy scooted to sit in the dolls peripheral vision.

“I will do that. What’s a TV?”

“It’s that thing,” Andy explained, pointing to the TV.

“I cannot process that command,” Chucky replied.

“Oh, wait a minute, it says here that you gotta sync his knowledge base to the cloud before he can connect to any other Kaslan products,” Karen called from the other end of the couch.

“Right,” Andy nodded, opening his phone again and attempting to connect Chucky to the cloud.

Almost immediately, Chucky began to convulse and glitch, flailing his arms around and moving his head from side to side. “I am unable to do that,” he sputtered in a distorted voice once he had stopped moving.

Andy sighed, placing a hand on the dolls knee and trying for a small smile. “It’s fine, I guess,” he reassured him.

Karen groaned and crumpled the paper in anger. “Ugh, this thing is stupid. I didn’t know it was that messed up. I’ll take it back-,” she began.

Andy quickly jumped to interupt her. “No, mom, it’s okay! I don’t mind, really. It’s not his fault. I love it, honestly,” he scooped Chucky up and cradled him against himself for emphasis.

Karen hesitantly have a sheepish grin. “Okay,” she shrugged. “If you really don’t mind, you can keep him, by all means.”

Andy went to hug her neck with one arm, holding Chucky in the other. “Thanks for getting this for me. He’s hilarious. I love you,” he muttered.

“I love you, too,” she replied. “Now go to bed, Andy sup.”

Andy laughed weakly, getting up and making his way to his room with Chucky still in his arms.

[hoodie-lover]

My Multiverse Part 12

Blue woke up in a panic, smashing his fist into the couch and kicking whatever he could. He thrashed and screamed for a good few minutes until he calmed down and could actually process what was going on in the world around him. He was in a small living room, pale yellow walls, and a few rustic decorations. When Blue noticed he was handcuffed to the couch, he sighed at tried to pull his hand out of the cuff, but blue tinted dust fell to the ground the more he tugged. Clutching his wrist in pain, Blue tried to break the cuff, but he couldn’t summon any magic. 

Blue looked at the cuff, seeing it had no clear signs of being magic suppressing, decided that it was probably because of his glitched out state, and that he’d need to relearn some magic. No big deal. 

Blue shifted his attention from the cuff, but what it was connected to. A large cup holder that had a keychain, and a seemingly weak one at that. He placed his free hand, his left and nondominant one, on the key chain, and yanked it clean off. Liberating himself from the couch. 

“Mwehehe!” Blue laughed as he looked around for where anyone could be. There was only one light on, and it was upstairs, so he decided that would be the most logical place to begin searching. Though as he made his way upstairs he began to wonder what would happen if Ink was up there. 

Though he breathed a sigh of relief as he saw Error, and said relief faded when he saw that Error was crying his sockets out and screaming. 

“Error, what’s wrong?!” Blue asked, kneeling beside the chair Error was sitting on. 

“Go away Ink. I don’t wanna talk.” Error mumbled, shaking. 

“It’s me, Blue. I’m not Ink.” Blue said, reaching a hand out to Error, slowly. But it was grabbed and Blue almost cried out in sheer agony. 

“D-don’t hurt me...” Error whispered as he opened his eyes and saw that it wasn’t really Ink after all. 

“I-I’m s-so sorry Blue, I d-din’t mean to-” Error stuttered but Blue shut him up quickly. 

“Nope. You were having a mental breakdown. You weren’t thinking straight, but you’re ok now. We just need to get out of here.” Blue explained as Error’s eyes sprung to life. 

“I can make a portal to the hideout. We’ll be safe there, I think. But only for a little while, who knows when Ink will come looking for us.” Error said but Blue was on board immediately. 

“To the hideout! By the way, what is the hideout?” And Error laughed in response. 

“It’s where Nightmare, Killer, Cross, Dust, Horror, Fresh, and I live. Though Fresh and I sometimes stay over and sometimes we sleep over at other places.” Error said and Blue became a little more worried. 

“Are they there?” Blue asked, uncomfortable. 

“Probably. But I’ll keep you safe.” Error said as he opened a portal to the hideout. 

The portal was a glowing white circle. For Error, it signaled the welcoming of home, a place where he felt safe and secure. While Blue looked at the portal with terror and uncertainty, these people were people who had killed millions, and whom he had fought and almost been killed by. 

Upon stepping foot through the glowing sphere, Error was greeted by hugs and warm welcomes. Horror sped off to the kitchen to make some food, all while Killer and Dust nearly suffocated him with affection. 

“Let...me...go.” Error gasped, though a large doofy grin adorned his face as he embraced his family. 

When they finally released him from their death hold, the noticed Blue standing awkwardly in the corner, where the portal stills was. Error quickly dispelled the portal and turned his attention to Blue. 

“This is the hideout. Mi casa es tu casa.” Error said uncomfortably, though he was glad he could use that little gem of a spanish phrase. He’d learned it from Undernovela.

“So you’re the one that kidnapped Blue. We saw Ink talking to Stretch about it and boy is he mad. I know we all love ya, but not even our little one is worth crossing that guy.” Horror joked, and everyone began to howl with laughter. 

“What are you talking about? Error didn’t kidnap me.” Blue said, confused and very worried. 

“What?” Dust said, looking at the two. “Then why are you two together...Oh~.” Dust said as he began to blush ever so slightly. 

“I wanted to tell him something and when Horror gets out of the kitchen I will tell it to y'all as well. Don’t get any ideas!” Error cried out, a bright yellow blush running across his face. 

“Alright.” Dust pouted as he slinked down into the couch, all while Killer was dying on the floor laughing. 

Horror eventually came out with a stack of chocolate chip pancakes and a very amused grin on his face. When everyone sat down at the long table, it was clear that an organized effort was made to have Blue and Error sit next to each other. Much to the pairs dismay. 

“So what’d ya wanna tell us?” Killer asked, face full of pancakes. 

“Ink has Nightmare, Cross, and Fresh. He also tortured them, in front of me.” Error said, almost tearing up at the mere saying of those words. 

“Why didn’t you save them?” Dust asked, rage boiling. 

“He also tortured me and Blue. He said that if I spilled anything about what he can do, he’d dust Nightmare, Cross, and Fresh. I decided to test that theory, impulsive, and knew what one of you might accidentally spill something to one of them. Or one of them might overhear. So I told Blue, he was high ranking and trusting. That’s why he tortured them, I called his bluff.” Error explained, holding back tears. 

“What happened next?” Killer asked, almost scared to. 

“You’re leaving some important things out.” Horror told Error, and with a nod, Error told them everything, even things he had planned to leave out. He told them of how he was violated by Ink when he manipulated his code, how he tortured Dream, how Dream seemed to care for nobody, and how he had somehow, watched as Fresh was tortured and did nothing. 

“Oh my gosh, Error...” Killer said, running up and hugging him. “It’s ok. You’re safe.” he said as he whipped tears from Error’s face. 

“I swear I’m gonna kill him.” Dust seethed as he ran off to his room and slammed the door, screams and attacks could be heard. 

Horror also joined in on the hugging, but he also paid some mind to Blue. Giving him a quick hug, to which Blue took and squeezed Horror with all his might. 

It was only after an hour or two that everyone got in the same place and decided to talk about a possible strategy for fighting Ink, and saving Dream from Ink’s control. 

“Well, if we can save Nightmare from Ink’s control, then we know for a fact that Ink will be eviscerated. Only Nightmare gets to hurt Dream, they are siblings after all, and we all know that Nightmare does care about him to some extent.” Killer said, much to Blue’s shock. 

“He does?! But then why is always yelling about how he wants to capture Dream and whatnot?” Blue asked, sitting on a chair alone, isolating himself from the rest of them. 

“If you and your little Star Sasnes are going to call us the villains, you betcha we’re going to be the villains.” Dust spat, pointing his knife at Blue. 

Error, Horror, and Killer sighed and realized that they would be dealing with this as long as they’d be working together. 

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Jacket for a Dark Prince

EGOTOBER  2019: DAY 4

Prompt: Jacket for a Dark Prince

Word Count: 812

Summary: Anti wants revenge so he stomps on over to pay Wilford a visit. In the process the glitch runs into Dark and the little prince of the crime world.

-::- FIFTEEN YEARS EARLIER -::-

    A glitchy green, black, white hole was kicked into the Void. A tattered shoe knocked its way through.

    “Hey, geriatrics!” Anti yelled into the void. He was one of three individuals that could access the Void unaided. All he had to do was find Wilford and chew the glittery freak of nature out. He’d found that his coat had melted candy corn all over it and stuffed into every pocket. And even in the zipper.

    Candy = Wilford.

    It was obvious.

    “Anti,” Dark hissed out, already sounding annoyed.

    “Darkie,” Anti hissed back. “Where’s yer toy?”

    Dark looked like he was about to start grinding his teeth. “Get out.”

    “No,” Anti growled. “Barber Shop Singlet melted candy corn all o’er my coat and I’m going to murder him!”

    “Tough,” Dark snarled. “I need him alive. He’s too useful.”

    “Maybe fer a night, but I’m still killin’ ‘im, so step aside,” Anti threatened. “Fore I rip yer arm off and let yah sew it back on ye insufferable—”

    “Da?” a little voice announced itself behind Dark.

    Dark’s image suddenly began splitting and stuttering and his eyes darkened. “Move and inch, and there won’t be enough code left of you to make a calculator.”

    “Yah want points for the old reference, you dinosaur,” Anti baited.

    Dark felt a small hand on the back of his pants. “Da,” the call more urgent.

    “I’m talking right now,” Dark warned.

    “Tend to yer ankle biter,” Anti huffed. “I just want Wilford.”

    “If you left your coat at the meeting, it was Remus,” Dark reported.

    “What?” Anti stalled, his form glitching. “Prove it.”

    “Wilford left five minute after you,” Dark answered. “That and I can’t control Remus to keep him from doing dumb things. That’s Deceit’s job, pick it up with him.”

    Anti just stared at him. “I find out yer lyin’, the both of yous is dead an’ I’m droppin’ that snot rag off at CPS.”

    “Try it,” Dark glared.

    The glitch demon looked around him and Dark heard a little gasp as the boy behind.

    “Aww, what’s wrong, don’t recognize me?” Anti layed on the glitching and the effects, Dark felt the boy behind him cling tighter to him.

    “Anti,” Dark warned, his voice unnaturally calm.

    “I’m not doing anything,” Anti voice returned to it’s semi-normality, he held his hands up. “All the work I went through to get that thing made for you? Might wanna take a look at the kid though.”

    Dark glanced back, braced for a sudden attack from the demon in front of him. Dark saw a little curly black-haired kid with dark brown eyes and the biggest smile in a red-and-white striped suit jacket that was obviously made for someone almost three feet taller than him.

    “Look,” the little boy cheered, as if he wasn’t in danger, lifting up his arms. “I’m gonna be on TV.”

    “Yer letting Wilford raise yer kid?” Anti grinned. “Ne’er thought I’d see the day.”

    “Drop it, Anti, this is all your fault anyway,” Dark rolled his eyes but picked the kid up.

    “I expect payment in the form of blood sacrifices,” Anti grinned.

    “Not on your life, you insufferable child,” Dark sneered. “I’m lucky the heroes chalked him up to a mass illusion.”

    “We could make a second one, he’s a charming little brat,” Anti complimented. “No thanks to you, yer as ugly as sin an’ about as charming as a wet bag.”

    “Keep pushing your luck, I can always hand him back to Wilford,” Dark reminded.

    “Do it, I’d like ta knock yer face in, in front’a the kid,” Anti dared.

    “Get out, to talk to Deceit about your coat,” Dark ordered. “Leave me alone unless you have another complaint.”

    “Hey, Dark is there someone out there?” Wilford asked as he stepped out of what looked like a psychedelic fever dream.

    “How is that kid not blind?” Anti grumbled.

    “Bim, give him back the jacket,” Dark ordered the boy.

    “But I want it,” Bim pouted.

    Wilford snapped his fingers and the jacket immediately fit the small boy. Bim let out a cheer of excitement.

    “He has to go into town,” Dark argued. “I’m not taking him out like this.”

    Wilford rolled his eyes, “Spoil sport, check the inside of it.”

    Dark checked the coat to find it had a reversible dark grey appearance. “Good enough. Have nice day, Wilford, Anti.”

    “Jump in a ditch,” Anti told him, watching the two disappear from the Void, leaving him with Wilford.

    “I need to go,” Wilford suddenly announced.

    “Why?” Anti grinned.

    “If Dark finds out how much sugar Bim’s hopped up on he’ll storm back in here,” Wilford revealed. “You didn’t see me.”

    Then he disappeared in a puff of pink smoke, leaving Anti alone. 

    Anti smiled and glitched out into the real world to cause some more trouble, and to find Deceit’s little apprentices.