#thsc c

[annashadowstar]

This is inspired by @capturecharlesau. This is all my Henry Stickmin OC’s height. Chris is a height shaper (Yes, I change his teleportation magic into height changeing) his normal height is 195 cm.

(You say Mirage is the same height as Burt but he’s only 180 cm sooooo�� Chris is taller… I win…)

And here’s something important, not that important but… eh. I won’t be posting for a least two days since I’m going on a camping trip for three days. I will be back this Friday. Don’t have too much fun without me~

[sketchydesign78]

✨ A wild Stickmintober 2024 list appeared! ✨

Not sure if anyone here was thinking of doing Stickmintober this year, but just in case any of you were looking for a list here's one ^^

[androidcharles]

Toppat Week(s) Day 6: Toppat OCs (others)

Including one of my own! Just a normal day in the Toppat kitchens... seriously XD

Milfra Hope belongs to @lovelygirlnicole15

Calypso Bells belongs to @bluetorchsky

Scottie Anderson and Eden Orchard @jaytoons7

Danny Felizima belongs to @capturecharlesau

And of course Chocolate Guy belongs to yours truly :3c

Toppat Week(s) Prompt List:

[c4ss1dysbl0g]

FUCK YEAH CAROL CROSS DESIGN (I am SO sorry if the design is bad i have little to no experience on fashion </3)

[eunchancorner]

Revenged and Rescued (Part 16)

It's election day. I'm terrified. My mom never votes and she just voted so that about tells you how bad shit is at home

Anyway have an extra long fic

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Hello, Hubert

As you can see, I have taken your precious little injured civilian. In exchange for his safe return, I demand that you turn over my prisoner immediately. I will give you a 24 hour grace period to deliver Henry to me. After that, every hour I have to wait will be another body part your precious ‘Dave’ loses. Understand that this is not a negotiation. I will not be taking no for an answer now, Hubert.

You know where to find me.

-Dmitri Petrov

Henry remembered every word of that letter. He remembered how Rupert insisted on finding and killing Dmitri himself, how Galeforce had made the tough decision to force him to stay out of this one. He remembered how guilty he felt. How guilty he still felt. It was his fault that Petrov had Dave now, even if no one else wanted to hear that.

He remembered insisting he should be the one to save him. He remembered Charles insisting that if he did go, he wasn’t going alone. He remembered the entire squad deciding to come with, and how they loaded up two helicopters to get ready. He remembered Rupert handing him his M16, insisting that if they killed Dmitri with anything, it should at least be his gun. He remembered those last words Rupert said to him before they left.

“I don’t like owing people shit, Stickmin, but if you bring Dave back, I will owe you big time… so please… just bring him back safely…”

That was the second time he’d seen Rupert cry.

But this time, he’d make sure it’d be the last.

That brought him to where he was now; sitting in Charles’s copter, watching out the window as darkness and snow were the only things to be seen for miles. He never imagined he’d see this place again, much less go back there willingly, but he had to. This was his fault, he had to make it right.

Eventually, the helicopters landed on an outcropping on a mountain, a few miles away from the Wall. As Henry stepped out, he took in the sight of his old prison, looking so small and inconspicuous with the lower levels hidden underground. He remembered the very few hours he spent here before calling for help.

He remembered his escape.

His betrayal.

No, focus on Dave. That’s the objective now, he reminded himself.

“Alright, I can patch into one of the cameras, but if I try to get into any more, Dmitri will know something’s up. Let’s see if we can figure out where he’s holding Dave,” Eel announced from where he sat in Quentin’s helicopter.

“Dmitri is nothing if not an organized prick. He wouldn’t hold a hostage where he holds the prisoners, nor in his office, and I doubt he wants to alert the guards to the fact that he kidnapped someone…” Andrew mumbled in thought.

“On top of the main building. That’s new, it wasn’t here when I was,” Henry pointed to a small building on top of the prison, new and cleaner than the rest. “It looks like a newer building. Do you think he might have set it up specifically for Dave?”

“It looks like there’s an unnamed camera here, so let’s see,” Eel decided, shortly before the feed appeared on his screen. Inside of the building was a mess; it seemed to be disguised as a storage facility, with an overturned table and a couple of filing cabinets. There were two doors; one led outside, one that probably led to a stairwell farther down. In the center, Dmitri was towering over Dave, who was bound in a chair, gagged, but still looking up at him like he could overtake the warden at any time. If it wasn’t so worrying, Henry would have been proud of his apparent confidence. In the corner, Grigori seemed to be standing guard, as if making absolutely sure Dave didn’t move.

“Alright, good, now we need to figure out a safe way to get down there. Henry, can you go scout ahead, make sure we can get in close enough for a safe landing?” he asked, and as Henry nodded and prepared to take off on his own, he felt Charles grab his arm. He looked at the pilot, their eyes meeting.

“Be careful,” was all he said, and Henry nodded, before launching and flying closer. He got about a mile away from the prison before he could see trouble.

“Problem; there’s guards all over the place, and a lot of them seem to have RPG launchers. We’re gonna have an issue bringing any choppers in with those guys around,” he said into the radio in his chest, and after a few seconds, Eel answered.

“See what you can do on your own, if you come up with a plan, tell us immediately.”

Henry took a deep breath and focused on his arm, seeing if he had anything to take enemies out quickly but quietly. It shifted into a dart gun, with a small screen displaying the number 5, which Henry could only guess was how many shots he had.

He quickly reassessed the situation and a plan formed in his mind, so he relayed it to the others.

“I’ve got a dart gun with five shots. Five of these guys have the RPG launchers, but the last one has a rifle. Madd, if I hit the heavy fire guys, can you get the rifleman by the door?”

“Affirmative,” the sniper replied.

“Alright, I’ll count it down for you… Five.”

He fired a dart with a small thwump, and down went one of the guards.

“Four…”

Thwump

Another guard down.

“Three…”

Thwump

Three down. That was the roof cleared.

“Two…”

Thwump

There went the one on the stairs.

“One!”

Thwump

One door guard went down, followed by the second almost instantly.

“Nice work, Madd. Looks like the guards won’t be an issue anymore.”

“Great news, Henry, now come back so we can move along with the plan,” Eel told him, and for a moment, Henry was going to. But then he remembered.

He was so close. This was his fault. This was his battle. He had to fight it.

“Change of plans, I’m heading in.”

“What?! No, Henry, you can’t!” he heard Charles’s alarmed reply over his radio.

“This is my fault, I have to be the one to make it right. I’m going to take down Dmitri and get Dave myself.”

“Henry, as much as we all love a hero, this is a really bad time. If you’re going to try to take down Petrov, then we’re coming with you,” Eel insisted, and Henry groaned.

“Fine, then let’s do this; I’ll go in and distract Dmitri and Grigori. Quentin, we’ll need you to fly Charles, the Bukowskis and Madd into position. When they’re safely on the roof, send a sound signal over my radio. When I give the signal, Charles, Konrad, Calvin and Madd will rush in and open fire. I’ll focus on getting Dave to safety. With any luck we kill Dmitri and Grigori, but we mainly just need suppressing fire so they’re too distracted to try to recapture me or Dave. The rest of you can hold everything down on the clearing, set up to transport Dave back home. That sound good to you guys?”

After a few beats of silence, Charles’s voice came back over the radio.

“Quentin wants to know why he has to be the getaway pilot instead of me.”

Henry groaned.

“Because, Charles, you’re supposed to be my personal bodyguard. And well, because I want you in the action with me.”

“I was hoping you’d say that. We’ll get ready and head on over. Don’t get killed, okay?”

“Roger that.”

With that, Henry flew in closer to the prison, landing carefully on the roof. As he strided to the new structure’s door, his gaze was drawn to the bodies of the guards, and he felt the guilt inside of him grow. More lives lost for his gain. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to keep doing this…

With a deep breath, he opened the door and stepped in, letting it slam shut behind him. Dmitri turned almost immediately, a smug smile on his face.

“Ah, Henry, long time no see,” he greeted with feigned hospitality, “Tell me, how has life been on the outside?”

“Pretty rough, thanks to the augmentations I had to get after what happened at your prison,” he growled, earning little more than an annoyed look.

“You mean the injuries you sustained while escaping my prison. But at least you made Grigori’s job easier; now he knows what actually went down on the airship that day. Maiming the leader’s husband and then taking over, I had no idea you were so ruthless!” the warden sneered.

“Yes, I maimed him, and not a day goes by that I don’t think about what I did to that man. I feel like a piece of shit, are you happy now?”

“Oh, Henry,” Petrov chuckled, “You know I will not be happy until you are in a cell, where you belong. Now, come with me, perhaps we can negotiate for you to have a nice view of the ocean.”

“Release Dave first,” Henry demanded, crossing his arms, moments before his chestplate beeped.

They’re ready.

“Now, why would I do that?” Dmitri asked, crossing his arms right back.

“Because you’re a man of your word, right? Release Dave, a civilian who’s done absolutely nothing, and you get me, the convict you’re after. Fair?”

“Hm… Alright. Grigori, release the hostage,” he ordered the other man, who nodded and began cutting the ropes that held Dave down. As soon as he was unbound, he hobbled into Henry’s arms, holding onto him for support.

“Henry! I knew someone would come! I knew it would be different this time! Why are you alone? Where’s Rupert? Is Charles here, too?” the man questioned, his eyes darting between Henry and the door.

“Everything’s fine, just listen very closely. When I say ‘Now’, let me pull you down, okay?” he whispered to the other, and he nodded, though he was clearly confused.

“Well, Henry, anything you’d like to say as a free man, while you still can?” Dmitri questioned with a smirk, and Henry took a deep breath.

“Just one word, Dmitri…”

“Spit it out then, I’m anxious to get you into a cell.”

Henry was silent for a single moment, before yelling out.

“NOW!”

He pulled Dave down with him as the door flew open, Charles leading the way as he opened fire on the two men inside. He managed to get him behind the table, hearing bullets hit it for a few moments before it sounded relatively safe. He managed to peer up, seeing that Charles, Calvin and Konrad had spread out on one wall behind a filing cabinet, Dmitri and Grigori huddled up behind the other, both groups firing at one another. Madd managed to slip down to where Henry and Dave were, grabbing the injured civilian and pulling him out the door as fast as he could.

Dmitri suddenly darted for the door to the stairwell, drawing Charles’s fire, which gave Grigori an opening.

“FUCK, MY HAND!” the pilot shouted as Grigori managed to nail his hand, dropping Rupert’s M16 and pulling a pistol from a holster on his hip, firing back at the man and hitting his leg.

“SHIT!!” the man shouted as he fell to the ground, trying to get to the door before his boss slammed it.

“Your sacrifice won’t be forgotten!” Dmitri promised before he disappeared behind the window, leaving his second-in-command to the mercy of the soldiers. As the Bukowski twins fled out the door, Henry saw Charles approaching him, pistol tight in his grip. He saw the fear in Grigori’s eyes as though he was watching the Reaper itself draw closer.

“Charles! We got what we came for, let’s go!” Henry tried to tell him, but the pilot didn’t respond, raising his gun to the grunt’s forehead.

“CHARLES! NO MORE!” Henry shouted, and finally the pilot conceded, lowering his weapon.

“Tell your boss to stay the hell away from Henry…” Charles growled before running back out, holstering his weapon and grabbing onto the ladder Quentin had lowered. Henry took off with his own wings, and together they flew back to the outcropping, where Mac, Phlex, Eel and Andrew were waiting for them.

~

“RUPERT!”

“DAVE!”

As soon as the pair of helicopters landed, Rupert was the first to rush up to them, pulling Dave into his arms and holding him close. As Henry stepped out, he watched them with a smile, before walking over.

“Sorry, we, uh, kinda lost your gun during the whole…” he didn’t want to mention the shootout, worried he’d just upset Rupert. “Incident.”

“Stickmin, you could’ve lost a whole bomber jet, it’d still be worth it as long as I got Dave back…” the lieutenant assured him, his head still on Dave’s shoulder as he lifted the man, preparing to carry him back to medical.

Henry chuckled quietly, “If you’re so sure. Me and Charles are gonna head down to medical with you guys. I might need a more thorough checkup after that, and Charles got injured while we were rescuing him. Wanna walk together?”

“Fine by me, c’mon. I wanna get him back to comfort as soon as possible,” the ravenette told them as he began walking, and Charles and Henry followed after him, chatting along the way about how Henry and Charles were suddenly together, even making plans for a double date.

As they arrived, Henry warned Charles not to be too loud about the details of what happened, in case Rupert got upset about the risk Dave had been exposed to. The pilot nodded as he sat on a free cot, one of the nurses coming up to examine his injured hand.

After what felt like hours of boredom, the pair were cleared to leave, and met back up with the others at the bonfire. 

“How’s the hand, Charlie?” Andrew asked as they sat, motioning to the pilot’s hand.

“It’ll be fine. Turns out he only grazed it, so I guess I overreacted…” he admitted. “But in my defense, I didn’t have enough time to check the damage. And, well, I was also very angry. But, I do admit, I don’t have an excuse for losing Rupert’s gun, so that kinda sucks, y’know.”

Beside him, Konrad groaned. “I’m surprised we didn’t get hit, considering we mag-dumped a couple of M16’s and hit nothing but concrete,” he grumbled, head in hands. “Fucking hangover, man…”

“Don’t blame your bad aim on the hangover,” Madd scolded them, “Blame it on cutting your own target practice short the moment you two hear that Henry can do something new and cool.”

The twins were silent for a moment before Calvin spoke up.

“Okay first of all, fuck you, and second, you say that like you fired a single shot in that room. And don’t say you sniped the dude by the door, okay? He wasn’t in the room, it wasn’t close-quarters combat, it doesn’t fucking count.”

“Bitch, I got Dave out of there, meanwhile you wasted bullets trying to shoot two fucken idiots!”

“Hey, Petrov might be a lot of things, but he’s not an idiot, okay? He’s smart, he’s sneaky, and I just wanted to shoot the dude that made me go out while I had a massive fucking migraine, okay?!”

“Then shoot Henry, it was his fucking idea!”

“YOU BETTER FUCKING NOT-” Charles butt in, tensing up as though ready to leap on either of them.

“I’m not, I’m not, and it was Dmitri’s fault! His stupid grudge, his stupid prison, his stupid hostage situation, his fucking fault, got it?!” Calvin counted out on his fingers as he yelled.

“Oh my god, would everyone just chill the fuck out!” Andrew finally cut in, covering his face with a groan as silence fell on the group. “Look. We’re tired, we’re in pain, it’s late, we’ve been gone for god knows how long, let’s just all go to bed, okay? God, you people are professionals at screaming, I swear…”

With a sigh, Quentin spoke up.

“He’s right. We’re all tired and agitated, so let’s just go to bed. We can worry about everything else in the morning. I’ll handle the fire. Goodnight, guys.”

And with that, the others all stood and headed off to their tents. As Henry and Charles entered theirs, the pilot spoke up.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“I’m not the one who got shot,” Henry replied with a tired chuckle, but his facade quickly faded. “Do… Do you think this was my fault, too? Like Madd does?”

“What? No, of course not. It’s Petrov’s fault for being a petty jerk who managed to bribe someone into revealing where you are,” Charles assured him, taking Henry’s hands in his and sitting with him on one of the cots.

“Are you sure…? It’s just… A lot of stuff happened today that wouldn’t have happened if you’d just left me in the jungle, y’know? Dave got kidnapped again, everyone’s tired and angry, you’re hurt, six probably innocent guys died… I feel like I’m bringing more destruction than I’m worth…”

“That stuff also wouldn’t have happened if Petrov wasn’t a petty asshole,” Charles offered, earning a small chuckle from Henry.

“I guess… still, I feel like I’m hurting more people than I’m helping…”

“Well… sometimes that’s just how things have to be. Fighting for our own freedom comes with a lot of costs, and we have to live with those… and sometimes, it feels like you don’t want to be free if you have to keep hurting people to get it… I’ve lived that truth for a long time… But you have to remember that if people don’t want you to be free, and you can’t negotiate with them, then the best-case scenario is going to end with someone hurt. And we can’t change that, because sometimes people are shitty. In a perfect world, none of this would ever have to happen, but that world doesn’t exist, so we keep fighting. And I’ll keep fighting along with you. You got that?” he finally asked, pressing his forehead to Henry’s.

For a few moments, Henry wanted to argue. He wanted to say that his freedom wasn’t worth it. He wanted to argue that for everything he’s done, he deserved detainment. But being close with Charles like this, it just made him glad he was free to be there with him.

“Yeah, I got it…” he finally relented with a smile. He let Charles kiss him softly, relaxing into him before he pulled away.

“Good. Now let’s get to bed, okay? We’ve done enough thinking for today,” the pilot suggested, and Henry nodded, snuggling up with him underneath the thin blanket as they laid together. Finally able to relax.

[berensteinsmonster]

i blacked out for an hour or two and came out with this. oh my god. they're so lovey dovey w/ eachother. why is everything here so shiny. there's so much pink

i literally dont remember the last time i drew something as cutesy and ooey gooey romanticy until now so it was fun and self-indulgent lmao

anyways yeah Charles Rebelivin may act like a tough guy but Scott McCoolsvile is just cooler than him and that cancels out and makes him feel easily embarrassed idk lol *drops into the underworls and dissapears*

- The bird badge on Charles R's vest is The TVOGXART logo

[mai-mai-lim]

alright i'll cut to the chase, i have been forgetting to post these OCs cause i had an idea to properly introduce them but blame my brain for keep opening up new wips and say: heck these doodles will do

tl;dr: these OCs (except Mort who is a canon character) are created based on the RC9GN universe, basically the future parents of a few teen characters of the show, with focus on the parents of the main character randy :3

now here's some details, oh boy this is gonna be a bit long after years of notes piling

we start off from randy's parents: Robin and Kiyoko Cunningham (née Suzuki). Tbh I rarely make fandom-specific OCs, and they are originally created for the purpose of my self indulgent RWBY AU, but I wanted to have fun thinking how they fit in the canon universe, hence their freshmen year appearances.

Kiyoko is Japanese-american

because in the AU, Randy's color is purple, hence i made Robin and Kiyoko having the color blue and red respectively (i also want to be funny heheh)

neither of them is the Ninja, when they started school the Ninja is already in sophomore/junior year

Robin wishes to be the Ninja, while Kiyoko is neutral about it

Randy is more closer to his mom while keeping a decent relationship with his dad, Robin often works abroad or extremely busy

Kiyoko's younger brother Tadahiro works as a studio photographer, Randy quite likes his uncle.

by the way, Robin just got like a revamp cause i wasnt being too satisfied with how his hair is just a longer version of his teen hair and his original beard is now used on my human design of a stick figure, below pic was drawn either around 2019/2020

moving on, they got some new schoolmates!

Aside from Robin, Kiyoko, and a young Mort, there's Jessica Sasson, Howard and Heidi's future mom. A freshman together with Robin and Kiyoko, and seems to look at Mort often.

Then there's Penelope Fowler, Theresa's future mom. The oldest one, and the most reserved as she's been in Norrisville High the longest. Made friends with Kiyoko in a class.

Lastly, we have Debbie's future dad Issac Kang. not much thought is given in what he does except his daughter pretty much took the journalism from him that's all

I have not thought of Penelope and Issac's future partner whoops.

and that's all for now! I wish to expand more of them but my brain is currently fixating on funny stickmin game eheheheh, in the future hopefully.

[timegearremix]

some assorted and unrelated pac doodles 

[stellarknightz]

More Stelly and their weird looking cat

[electricskelecomics]

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Finally! I cannot believe it has been over a year since I have worked on this. I have a lot to talk about regarding this AU so click read more if you're interested. if not, just know the next page is being worked on.

I am very excited to get back, but if this page looks unfinished, that's because it is. This page is over a year old, and throughout the many times I tried working on it I had changed art styles a lot, which is why the line work is different. However, instead of trying to change everything to fit how I draw now, I think it is just easier for me to upload it in its current state than try to make it look perfect.

My interests also changed. Since my last upload I have gained/dropped hyperfixations about Kirby, just shapes and beats, Splatoon, and a few more that I'm probably forgetting. I'm regaining interest in THSC, so content will return.

luckily, I do remember the important pieces of the plot, so I won't have to spend too long to recollect my thoughts. however, I must say that because I do not know how hard this semester of college will hit, do not expect a weekly upload.

to those that have stuck around all this time, thank you so much. I really appreciate it.

[inklightartist]

Here's a new artwork ✨

Sorry for being gone so suddenly for a long time, I had some problems. And one of them is my artblock :'c

I've tried to use a pixel pen that I found. Actually, I've planned to do this drawing for THSC 3rd anniversary, but I awfully failed. I finished this artwork pretty recently

[glitchedcharlescalvin]

Howdy, we're askers. We ask random people questions. What were your last memories before you ended up here? That might be a good place to start to figure out how you got here.

[G!C] — Oh, nice to meet ya! Thanks for help!

[Next]

Thank you for your asks and sorry for some mistakes!

"Memories" from THSC, route Valiant Hero

[androidcharles]

How the paintings of the Toppat leaders actually became haunted, my version:

Someday a LOOOOOOONNNNGGG time ago-

Salesman: I'm warning you, these portrait frames come at a great cost! Dusty: FIFTY DOLLARS?!? Eh, I'll just take them when you're not looking Salesman: What? Dusty: I said I'm gonna rob you

[sketchydesign78]

Wait…requests? Oh, then, you have summoned me :3

ESPECIALLY WITH SUCH A CUTE STYLE AUISHUSHUSHUSHUUHSA

May I request some art of my AU? (I’m @crown-of-roses-thsc :))

I don’t have preferences, but if it’s any easier on you for a specific, could you draw these two goobers? (Ignore Ellie and Reginald there, they’re irrelevant)

The emo-looking one is Wilting and he is a cinnamon roll too pure for this world, and the normal looking one is his tired grumpy bestie ✨

"Someone will die..."

"Of fun!! ♡"

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The goobers! ^^

I sadly haven't had the time to really look into your AU in-depth but I will definitely binge-read whatever's available as soon as I have a day to do so c:

[eunchancorner]

Revenged and Rescued (Part 10)

EXACTLY. THREE. PAGES.

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“Psst, Henry! Wake up!”

Henry heard the familiar voice before he felt the hand gently shaking him awake, groaning as he shoved his face further into his pillow. 

“Noooo…” he whined, trying to ignore his tentmate’s wake-up call and go back to sleep. This was the first actually restful sleep he’d had in a long time, and he wanted to savor it. Unfortunately, Charles had other plans.

“C’mon, Henry, you’ve got stuff to do today! Get upppp!” the pilot urged, grabbing Henry’s arm and attempting to pull him out of bed, only succeeding in falling on his ass, earning a chuckle from Henry.

“Metal’s heavy, isn’t it?…” he murmured with a sleepy smirk, before snuggling back into the thin blanket.

“Jerk…” he heard the pilot mumble before standing, walking around the cot and humming in thought.

For a short while, Henry thought he’d given up and was going to let him sleep. He let his guard down, completely relaxing into the cot as he felt himself drifting off again.

Oh, what a fool he was.

Suddenly, he felt four fingers pressing into four of the sensors on the side of his chestplate, pulling a squeal and laughter from his throat faster than he could stop it, grabbing at Charles’s hand and trying to squirm away.

“Wahahait! Chaharles, plehehehease!! Ihit tihihihickles!! Nohohoho!” Henry laughed as he tried to get away, pushing at Charles’s arm with one hand and pulling at the cot frame with the other. “I’m uhuhup! Ihi’m awahahahake!!”

“You sure? You’re positive you’re gonna get up? And you won’t go back to sleep as soon as I go grab you some breakfast?” he heard the teasy coo above him, and he couldn’t help but cover his face. Why was this teasing so much worse than Konrad’s?

He nodded wordlessly, and just like that, it was over. He panted, getting out the last of his giggles, slowly sitting up as Charles left the tent. Part of him wanted to lay back down, just to see what he’d do, but he conceded to the fact that he did, in fact, have important stuff to do today.

Maybe another day…

After a change of clothes and a cereal cup Charles got from the mess hall, he stepped out of the tent with a content sigh, ready to start the day. He began to walk with Charles, trusting him to know where to go.

“Ready for acclimation with Phlex?”

Oh shit, that’s what we’re doing today.

Henry stopped in his tracks, Charles getting a few feet away before he realized and stopped too.

“C’mon, Henry, he’ll be out soon so we have to get ready!” he called enthusiastically, before realizing something was wrong. “You ok?”

“... You guys are sure Phlex is human, right?”

“Ah… well… no, not- not really. Some of us think he’s some kind of failed experiment? We’re not even sure how he was able to get enlisted! But I mean, it’s been useful on a lot of occasions. And he doesn’t normally hurt the rest of us… badly. Plus, I mean, you could probably use that metal arm of yours to protect yourself if worst comes to worst.”

“It’s still gonna hurt if he bites it or something!”

“Oh, biting’s gonna be a given with Phlex, might as well accept that now. But hey, maybe biting metal will discourage him? Oh, but uh, I’d brace yourself. His teeth are… they’re really worryingly sharp…? And large… Part of the reason we think he’s some kind of failed experiment. Think of like, one of those chain chomp things.”

Ah. Well that’s just wonderful.

“Hm… think maybe he’s enlisted because Galeforce adopted him or something and he just… kinda started fighting? Like those stories about stray dogs that soldiers adopt? Except… he might be human? Big maybe, but maybe?” Henry speculated, getting Charles to genuinely think for a second.

“That… that could be it. We’ll have to ask the general. But first, acclimation. C’mon, you’re not getting out of it,” the pilot announced, marching back over to Henry and grabbing his arm, attempting, unsuccessfully, to pull him along. A solid 5 seconds of pulling later, and he was back on his ass, groaning. This time, he simply laid on his back in the dirt, his arms over his eyes as he groaned, and Henry couldn’t help himself.

“Hey, Charles…”

“Don’t…”

“Metal’s heavy, isn’t it?”

Charles groaned loudly before getting up, punching Henry lightly in his real arm.

“One of these days I’ll be strong enough to drag you around! Just you wait!” he threatened, although it was obvious how little malice was behind it.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” Henry chuckled as he began walking. “I’m going, don’t worry.”

As the two approached, Henry felt the anxiety of the whole situation rising again, only worsened by the sight of the feral soldier, who Mac was currently keeping faced away from Henry, likely for safety reasons.

The others kept quiet as he approached, though it was evident that they were also a little nervous about how this might go, given Henry’s previous affiliations and Phlex’s apparent Toppat hatred. They stood in a circle, and Henry made his way to the middle, taking a deep breath. He gave Mac a nod, and the soldier slowly turned his feral boyfriend around to face him.

Instantly, Phlex tensed up, taking a wide, battle-like stance, like an animal with raised hackles as he slowly approached Henry, quite literally snarling all the while. That snarl gave Henry a full view of huge, sharp teeth, ones that absolutely could not have been human.

As soon as he was a few feet away, Henry put up his arms in a defensive manner, fully expecting to be bitten and hoping he’d go for the shinier one at the very least. What he didn't expect, however, was an almost confused sound escaping Phlex’s throat and a curious head tilt.

Suddenly, the soldier grabbed his cybernetic arm, seeming to examine it closely, squinting at it, before releasing it and motioning for Henry to follow, stomping off in a seemingly random direction.

Henry stood in shock for a moment; just long enough for Phlex to turn around and grunt impatiently, motioning again, before Henry complied. Behind him, he heard the others pipe up.

“Should we follow them or something…?” one of the twins asked, though Henry couldn’t differentiate based on the voice.

“No, something tells me Phlex has a good reason for this…” Eel responded, admittedly a bit anxiously.

The two walked in silence for a while, before Phlex stopped at the bottom of a tree, staring up into the branches. Henry followed his gaze, his eyes catching something bright yellow that was caught on one of the lower branches. Phlex pointed up at the item, then pointed at Henry.

“You need me to get that down?” he asked, and the soldier nodded before staring back up at it.

“Alright, let’s see if I still have that grappling hook…” he pondered, moving right underneath the object and focusing on his cybernetic hand.

Nothing.

“No, shit, ok, does this thing still extend, then…?” he raised his hand above his head, and almost instantly, it shot up and latched onto the branch, earning a startled growl from Phlex and a quiet “Yes!” from Henry.

It brought Henry up until he was hanging from the branch, close enough to grab it with his other hand and pull himself awkwardly onto it, before leaning over the yellow item to see how it was stuck.

The item in question was a tough-looking rubber duck on a black string, the string being caught on a small protrusion on the branch. Henry carefully untied it, holding it up as he finished. It seemed to be some kind of necklace, and squeezing the rubber duck (admittedly pretty hard) made it squeak, which urged Phlex to let out a sound that sounded weirdly like a bark.

Henry came down in a similar manner to which he went up, clutching the necklace in his free hand. As soon as he was safely back on the ground, he handed it off to Phlex.

“This is what you wanted, right?” he asked, the feral soldier nodding quickly as he took it, biting onto the duck and shaking it violently, squeaking it all the while. After a few seconds he calmed down, pulling the string around his neck and leading Henry back to the rest of Squad C.

“Hey, you’re back!” Charles greeted as the two returned, his gaze falling on Phlex’s necklace. “And you found Phlex’s chew necklace, too! We’ve been looking for that thing for weeks, we thought he lost it on the field or something. Where was it?”

“It was in a tree, actually,” Henry explained, looking at Phlex. “I guess he’d found it before and was waiting for someone he knew had a better chance of getting it.” The feral soldier nodded, peacefully chewing on the head of the rubber duck as he walked over to Mac’s side and rested his head on his shoulder.

“I’ve never seen him so calm before, I guess he really needed something to bite, huh?” he remarked, patting his boyfriend’s head and earning a quiet, content-sounding grumble. Mac also mumbled something that Henry couldn’t make out, but judging by the blush it sparked on both his and Phlex’s face, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

“Welp, looks like Phlex had his own idea for how this was going to go. I’m honestly just glad it went smoothly!” Charles remarked, “Usually he ends up biting someone or something.”

“I’m surprised that getting back his necklace was all it took for him to trust Henry,” Quentin pointed out. “He’s more easily bought than I thought…”

“Yeah, great, cool, now, Henry, wasn’t there something you said you wanted to show us yesterday?” Madd urged, and Henry rolled his eyes with a chuckle as the twins gasped.

“Henry’s gonna show us something?” Calvin asked.

“Is it something cool?” Konrad added.

“Yeah, yeah, go find the others who wanted to see it, ok? I’m not sure they actually let me keep it, but we can try,” Henry said, and like a bullet, Madd was off to find Anthony, Turtle and Frog.

God, I hope they let me keep the minigun…

[mai-mai-lim]

so i uhhhh probably have gotten into a game a little too much and my brain doesnt feel like drawing so have a doodle of rupert and henry tension, which is also a redraw from this doodle from 2020: