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rosiebaybie · 3 months ago

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Fun in the Rage Cage

(For a date, Emily rents out a Rage Room in downtown Brooklyn, so she, Thomas and Rosie [my s/i] can destroy anything they want to. Though nervous, Rosie and Thomas attempt to try out this 'rage room' activity, and end up getting even more invested than they ever anticipated.)

[This fanfic was greatly inspired by both Game Grumps' video on rage rooms, as well as Unus Annus's old Rage Room video. Memento Mori, and I hope you all enjoy!]

Thomas put on the orange helmet and tightened it up. “I feel like a wrecking crew member,” he admitted.

Emily laughed as she helped her boyfriend tighten it a slight bit more. “We kind of are, in a way,” Emily replied.

“So…What’s the point of this ‘rage cage’ place?” Rosie asked.

Emilu chuckled. “It’s supposed to be a place where you can release all your anger in a safe environment.”

“Huh…” Rosie looked at Thomas. “And you wanted to do this?” she asked.

“Eeeh…” Thomas zipped up the white onesie cover. “Emily insisted I try it out.”

“Because I know you’re gonna enjoy it.” Emily told him.

“And I can’t use fire casts because…” Rosie asked.

“Because it could be considered cheating.” Emily admitted, before knocking on Thomas’s helmet to tell him it’s ready.

Thomas put the face shield over his helmet. “Plus, we don’t know if and how much of the stuff in the room is flammable, so it’s better to be safe than sorry,” he added.

Rosie nodded as she zipped up the white, baggy onesie for the room, making sure to leave some room for her wings. “Alright,” Rosie said, “but still…this had to be expensive.”

Emily shook her head. “Don’t worry. We covered the costs. I always save up for a fun activity like this. And considering the royalty checks we get from Mattel, this is nothing.”

Thomas chuckled and put the face shield onto Emily. “There ya go, babe,” Thomas said. “No going home with glass in your eyes.”

“Thanks!” Emily said, chuckling at her boyfriend’s words. “You two ready?”

Rosie put on her face shield and smiled. “I think so,” Rosie said, “but how much time do we have to smash?”

Thomas smiled. “About an hour.”

“...That’s it?” Rosie reacted.

Emily laughed. “The sessions were in 30 minute intervals. And considering there were three of us, I figured 30 minutes wouldn’t be enough time. An hour will feel a lot longer than it is. I promise.”

Emily led the way, heading out of the locker rooms and walking to the room they would be smashing things in. After the employee explained the ground rules of the rage cage, they were sent in for the session. “The first 30 minutes starts…NOW.” The person clicked the timer before closing the door.

Rosie took a quick scan of the stuff that were in the room. There were several plates and glasses on the side table, several different types of dated electronics on the ground and on black tables in the room, a half-dozen ballistic dummy torsos on a hip-high shelf, and even a bunch of weapons of varying eras leaning against the one wall.

“Whoa…” Rosie muttered.

“Hey, Emmy!” Thomas said, picking up the baseball bat and gently throwing it vertically to Emily. “Batter up!”

Emily grabbed the bat midair, and drew it back behind her. Thomas threw a plate over at his girlfriend,l and watched as Emily swung at the plate, smashing it to tiny pieces. “WOOOO!” Emily cheered, raising the baseball bat in the air with both her hands.

“Nice one!” Thomas reacted.

Rosie walked up to the wall, which had several weapons hung up against it by nails. She wasn’t sure which one to choose at first…but then a very fantasy-looking dagger caught her eye. She picked it up, and held it with both her hands with shock. “How did this beauty get in here?!” Rosie asked with a big, almost psychotic smile on her face.

“I don’t know.” Emily told her. “Maybe it was donated or something. Though I’m not sure why someone wouldn’t want to keep it.”

Rosie looked around at the items, unsure what to hit. “Hmm…” she mumbled. She eyed a clear gel torso with scale organs. “What’s this?” she asked.

Emily smirked. “It’s a ballistics dummy.” Emily explained. “People use it to test weapons and stuff like that. I’ve seen them use it all the time on Forged in Fire, but I didn’t think they’d use any here.”

Rosie drew back the dagger as if she was Macduff about to stab Macbeth.

“Hold on!” Thomas yelled.

Rosie froze before lowering the dagger. “Yeah?” she asked.

Thomas picked up the dummy and put it on the floor, front up. He backed up, and smiled a bit. “I figured you wanted it at a more accessible level,” Thomas admitted.

Rosie nodded. “Thank you.” She replied with an innocent smile, kneeling over the dummy. And within a second, her innocent smile snapped into a face full of angelic rage as she let out an inhuman war cry and absolutely shoved the dagger into the heart of the dummy!

Thomas shielded his face with his hand, backing up a bit. “HOLY COW!”

“That’s my wife,” Emily chuckled before turning on Aishite Aishite Aishite on her phone.

“Hahahahahaha…HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Rosie shanked and slashed the dummy several times as the blood-like fluid splattered all over the room and herself! “DIE, YOU RED-BLOODED SPAWN OF ADAM!” Rosie screeched, plunging her hand into the dummy and pulling out its heart and held it over her head triumphantly.

Thomas looked at Emily with growing fear on his face.

Emily chuckled at Thomas’s face. “What? Are you picturing yourself as the dummy or something?” Emily asked.

Thomas bit his lip. If he wasn’t picturing it before, he certainly was now.

A couple seconds later, Rosie yeeted the dagger to the side before grabbing the dummy’s head and completely ripping it off it’s shoulders! The neck of the dummy made a satisfying shlcrack as it was severed from its body, “blood” dripping from the disconnected joint.

Then, Rosie turned around, threw the head over her shoulder, and smiled brightly and almost innocently at the boys. “This is fun!” she reacted.

Emily smiled with amusement on her face. “Alright. Note to self: Don’t piss off an angel.” she joked.

Rosie tilted her head. “You didn’t know that before?” she teased.

Emily put her hands up in arrest before handing Thomas the baseball bat. “Time to see what you’re made of, Thom.” Emily told him, grabbing a plate.

Thomas looked at the bat, and tapped it on the ground. “Are you sure about this?” Thomas asked, a little nervous.

“You’ll be fine! It’s just like baseball…just with a large plate, instead of a tiny ball,” Emily told him. “Just swing the bat when the plate gets close enough.”

Thomas nodded and drew back the bat. When Emily threw the plate, Thomas swung at it, breaking the plate with the baseball bat midair and making glass shards explode within a 360 degree radius! Thomas flinched and covered his head instinctively, while Emily laughed “Wow! I see you’ve kept up your batting skills.” she reacted.

Thomas looked at Emily with a smile mixed with slight nervousness. “That was…nerve-wracking.” Thomas admitted. He held out his hand with a chuckle. “I’m shaking.”

“That’s good! That means the adrenaline is kicking in.” Emily told him. “And remember, you’re wearing safety equipment. You’re not gonna get hurt.”

Thomas bit his lip, unsure. “I don’t know…” he admitted.

Emily picked up another plate. “Just give it another shot,” she offered, holding up the blue plate.

Thomas let out a long breath before he hit the bat against his heels like a traditional batter.

“Come on, Thomas!” Rosie cheered. “You can do it!”

Thomas chuckled a bit as he drew his bat back again and focused on the plate. When Emily threw the plate to him, Thomas squeezed his eyes shut and swung the bat. The bat destroyed the plate midair, breaking the plate into bigger-sized chunks. The bat also happened to knock the plate into the wall, where it smashed into even more tiny pieces!

Thomas gasped. “WHOA—HOLY SHIT!” he shouted.

“WOOHOOOOO!” Rosie cheered, clapping her hands with pride.

“Now how was that?!” Emily asked. “Was that better?!”

Thomas looked at Emily with the biggest, most energetic smile on his face. “That was AWESOME!” Thomas shouted, jumping up and throwing his fist into the air.

Emily laughed and patted Thomas’s shoulder. “I knew you’d enjoy it,” she replied.

Rosie looked at the other weapons, and grabbed a golf club. “I didn’t know a golf club counted as a weapon,” she admitted.

“Wanna try it out?” Emily asked.

Rosie nodded and looked around at the other things that were in the room. She looked at the computer screen, and smirked. She drew the golf club back like a baseball bat. “FOOOORE!” She smashed the computer screen, causing a huge crack in the screen.

Thomas chuckled and picked up a large wrench off the wall. “Hey Emmy…” Thomas said with a big smirk.

Emily gasped and took the wrench from her boyfriend’s hands. When Thomas backed up, Emily swung it around a bit, and wiped away a slight bit of dust from the wrench. “Oh HECK YES!” Emily yelled. She turned around and looked at the unplugged clock that was on the ground nearby. “Hey! Don’t like what time it is?” Emily asked, picking up the clock. She threw the clock in the air, readied her wrench and demolished the digital clock midair. “TIME IS AN ILLUSION!” Emily shouted, before crumbling into laughter.

Rosie burst out in hysterical laughter. Emily picked up a big beer bottle. “Tired of your uncle drinking too much beer?!” Emily asked. She threw it against the wall, making it smash into tiny bits. “GO TO REHAB!” Emily shouted.

Thomas wheezed and doubled over, laughing his head off. Then, he looked over at a small flip phone that was on the table. He picked it up. “Tired of those awful telemarketers?!” Thomas asked, before throwing it up and blasting his baseball bat into the flip phone. “GET A REAL JOB!” he shouted.

Emily wheezed and cackled super loudly. “Ohoho myhy gohohod!” Emily snorted. “Buhut telemarketing IS a real job!”

“Not in my book.” Thomas shot back.

Emily looked over at Rosie with a smirk. “Does anything ever piss you off?” she asked.

Rosie smirked and picked up a sledgehammer. “You ever feel proud of yourself because you’re in first place in a game of Mario Kart, only to get hit by a slew of red, green, and blue shells and knocked into third place?” Rosie asked before drawing the sledgehammer back. “And then you just wanna go-” She smashed the sledgehammer into the top of an old-fashioned stereo. “AAAAAAAUGH!” Rosie smashed the stereo one more time, for good measure. “FUGGIT!” Rosie screamed as loud as he possibly could.

Emily fell over and absolutely HOWLED with newfound laughter! “OHOHO MY GOD YEEEHEHEHESS!” she cackled.

Thomas watched with growing fear on his face once again…accompanied by a nervous smile. “Wow…” was all Thomas could say at that point.

“Okay. New challenge:” Emily picked up a couple plates. “What is the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard?” Emily asked before handing them the plates. “Say the stupid thing, and then throw the plate.”

Thomas smirked. “Okay. You go first,” Thomas told Emily.

Emily shrugged her shoulders. “Alright,” she readied herself and cleared her throat. “Men should be in control again!” Emily said before smashing the plate against the wall. “NO WAY IN HELL! THERE ARE MILLIONS OF CASES DISPROVING THAT!” Emily shouted afterwards.

Rosie laughed at her words before looking over at Thomas. “You go next!” Rosie told him.

Thomas smirked. “Sir Topham Hatt was right to be mad at you in Sodor’s Legend of the Lost Treasure!” Thomas threw the plate onto the floor. “THAT STATEMENT IS ARYAN AUTHORITARIANISM INCARNATE!” Thomas screamed.

Emily tittered and laughed. “Ohoho gosh! You tell ‘em!” she her.

Rosie nodded and cleared her throat. “I don’t deserve to exist.” Rosie threw the plate at the wall. “THAT IS SO UNTRUE, IT SHOULD BE A GOD DAMN CRIME.” she shouted. “YOU ARE LOVED, YOU ARE WORTHY, AND WHOEVER TELLS YOU OTHERWISE SHOULD ROT ALONE IN THE DEEPEST BOWELS OF HELL.” Rosie finished.

The room went completely silent. It was so quiet, one could easily hear a pin drop. The only sound you could somewhat hear was Rosie’s heavy breathing. And even THAT was somewhat muffled by the shield. Thomas and Emily were staring at Rosie, completely thrown off guard by Rosie’s unusually personal response. Emily stared at Rosie with awe. Everything in her was aching to say something. “I….” was all that came out of her mouth. Even if Emily wanted to say something…what was she supposed to say?

Rosie turned to look at Emily. “Sorry…was that too personal?” Rosie asked with slight worry on her face.

Emily was taken aback. “No! No no no, it wasn’t. But…” Emily struggled to think. “That was just…not the answer I was expecting from you.”

Thomas looked at Rosie with worry, before placing his hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay?” Thomas asked.

Rosie looked over at Thomas, and nodded her head. “Yeah, I’m okay.” Rosie said back. “Sorry to make it personal.”

Emily shook her head. “No. I…think you had the best answer out of all of us.” Emily admitted.

Rosie tilted her head. “Really?”

Emily nodded. “Yeah! There are millions of people who still believe they don’t deserve to exist because of their species, race, gender, sexuality, socio-politico-economic stance, neurodivergence, or for a variety of other reasons—maybe even for no reason at all. And unfortunately, no matter how much they’re told otherwise, they still believe it.”

Rosie nodded. “Yup. I wish I could gank every person that told those people that they didn’t deserve love,” she admitted.

Emily sighed and chuckled dryly. “I know what you’re trying to say, but…that’s billions of people. And as much as that would really bring a much needed drop in global population, I really don’t want that on your record, especially since your trying to go back to Heaven and all.”

Rosie chuckled. “Yeah…that’s true,” she muttered.

Emily picked up the baseball bat and handed it to Rosie. “How about we smash something I know has REALLY pissed you off?” Emily offered.

Rosie looked at the bat, before looking at Emily. “What is it?” Rosie asked.

Emily smiled and opened the door. “Be right back,” she told him before leaving.

Rosie looked at Thomas with confusion. But Thomas looked equally as confused. They had no idea what Emily was going to bring into the room. But…knowing Emily, it was going to be something good. “Hey Rosie?” Thomas called, picking up a skillet off the wall and holding it in his hand. “Wanna break something with an iron skillet?”

Rosie giggled and nodded her head. She hung up the baseball bat before grabbing another skillet that was on the wall. With that in hand, she looked around for something else to smash. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for Rosie to find something that was already partly smashed up, but still had more pain to go through: the printer from earlier.

Rosie placed the printer back onto the table, and brought the skillet behind his head. “EAT PAN, PRINTER!” she shouted as she destroyed the printer with the skillet.

Thomas cheered and waved his fists in the air. “KILL! KILL! KILL!” he shouted.

Rosie swung the skillet down. “YAAAAAAH!” She shouted as it made contact with the printer. She drew the skillet back one more time, let out a strong, rage-filled battle cry before completely flattening the rest of the printer with the side of the skillet. Rosie breathed somewhat heavily with a smirk as she dusted off the side of the skillet. “You just met the wrath of an angel,” she declared proudly.

Thomas wheezed and fell over, laughing his heart out. “WOHOHOW! Are there cameras in here?” he asked, looking around the room. He smiled brightly as he saw the tiny camera in the top right corner of the room. “Yes! There is!” Thomas reacted, pointing to it.

“Oh! I guess there are. Hi there!” Rosie reacted, waving to the camera.

“Emily’s gonna want to see your frying pan action on video.” Thomas told her. “Do you think we can get that saved on a DVD, like we did for the Hit Parade in Tennessee?”

A little beeping sound filled the room for a moment. “Sure! We can certainly do that! Better yet, we can have it sent via email so you can save it on your phones!” The voice of the employee told them through the speaker.

“Awesome!” Thomas reacted. “Cause Emily’s gonna regret missing out on seeing that.”

Rosie chuckled and scratched the back of her head. “Yeah…” Rosie mumbled.

Right on cue, Emily opened the door and closed it behind her. “Okay. I got it.” Emily said. She turned around and went to grab a table, when she noticed that the printer looked even more beat up than it was before. “Wait a minute…” Emily looked at her wife, who was hanging the skillet back up on the wall. “Did you do this, Rosie?” she asked.

Rosie giggled. “Yeah, I did,” she replied.

“Aw man…” Emily reacted.

“Don’t worry about that. We’ll have it on video for you after the hour is up.” The employee told them through the speaker.

Emily smiled brightly. “Can’t wait to see it.” She added as he walked up to the table.

“Also, the typewriter will be added to your bill at the end,” the employee added.

Rosie raised an eyebrow. “Typewriter? What-” Rosie widened her eyes as she saw the big, bulky black typewriter get placed onto the black table by Emily. “YOU DID NOT…” Rosie shouted with a growing grin on her face.

Emily chuckled and swiped her hands free of the dust. “You remember how much those reports and essays pissed you off in the early days of the studio?” Emily asked. “Especially when you made 1 little mistake on one of the scripts, and had to redo the whole page all over again?”

Rosie quickly removed the skillet off the wall again and looked at the typewriter with the most psychotic, adrenaline-filled face Emily had ever seen on Rosie.

“Count me down.” Rosie told them enthusiastically.

Emily and Thomas looked at each other with slight worry on their faces, before smiling nervously and doing as she said. “3…” Emily said, setting up a table as a makeshift barricade.

“2…” Thomas said next as he ducked behind the chair.

“1…” Emily said, partly sheltering herself with the makeshift barricade and clicking ‘record’ on her camera.

“GO!” Thomas shouted.

Rosie let out the loudest, strongest, most rage-filled war cry she could possibly muster as she threw the skillet down onto the typewriter. The typewriter keys smashed, the ribbon cover fell off, and the whole typewriter actually bounced up a couple inches post-impact. Emily had to cover her mouth to prevent from screeching with shock and excitement. And Rosie was far from done! She used every ounce of strength in herself to turn the stupid typewriter into a mess of broken parts.

“AAAAAAAH!”

<SMASH!>

“STUPID!-”

<CLANG!>

“PIECE!-”

<CRUSH!>

“-OF SHIT!” Rosie shouted loudly, before unloading one more destructive smash onto the typewriter. The best part about the typewriter was how durable it was…meaning Rosie needed to put a lot of strength and dedication into its destruction.

And boy, did she ever deliver! To the point where Emily was in awe! She had NEVER, EVER seen Rosie so filled with blinding rage! This was the type of stuff that not even Jimmy Cagney was capable of showing on screen! And here was her bubbly and kindhearted wife…completely losing her shit against a typewriter with a goddamn iron skillet of all things!

And the skillet wasn’t the only weapon she used. Rosie would switch out weapons occasionally, to get a new type of smash out of the experience. Every hit felt like a new revelation for Emily. Rosie was capable of much more anger than even she herself could ever show! It was INSANE!

Meanwhile, Thomas was having the time of her life, just watching Rosie unleash her years-long, pent-up emotions! He was screaming, cheering, shouting and jumping around, losing his mind as he watched Rosie destroy this ‘typewriter’ thing.

Several smashes later, and Rosie was dripping with sweat and almost wheezing amidst her heavy breathing. Thomas and Emily almost felt bad seeing Rosie push herself beyond her limits. So, Emily stopped the recording and put the camera into her pocket as Thomas took the skillet from Rosie. “Here…” Thomas brought Rosie to a chair and took off the shield for a moment. “Cool yourself off,”

“This…” Rosie let out a long breath, before laughing breathlessly. “This was the best idea you have ever come up with!”

Thomas smiled brightly upon hearing that. “Thanks,” he told her. “Now take a big break. I’m gonna make sure I get some smashing in too.”

Rosie tittered and said something under her breath.

Thomas paused for a moment, and turned to look at Rosie. “What did you say?” he asked.

Rosie wheezed. “Ihi said ‘that’s what you said about Emily’.” she declared.

Thomas widened his eyes in shock and guffawed, covering his mouth. “HAHAHA! Ohoho gohohod…Cohohome ohohon, Rosie!” Thomas laughed. “Seheriously?!”

“It made you laugh. You know it did.” Rosie reminded her.

Thomas sighed and pushed Rosie’s head and helmet away, before walking back to the destruction room. “Okay.” Thomas picked up his trusty wrench, and smirked as he looked at the typewriter. “My turn.” Thomas declared before smashing the wrench into the typewriter. Thomas would also end up picking up the glass cups that were nearby, and making towers out of them. He would break the glasses a couple at a time with the wrench, before knocking the glass off the table. Break a few glasses, remove glass. Break a few more glasses, remove the glass. And after about 10 minutes, Rosie would join back and start destroying things all over again. Emily would end up putting the skillet to good use too. It ended up being the best ‘vacation’ they could’ve ever asked for. At that moment, who needed Mexico, Hawaii or Paris, when they could have printers, glasses and typewriters to smash in the Rage Cage?

The end.

[Oh! And before you go, I wanted to let you know: The Rage Cage is a real place in Brooklyn, where you can smash and destroy things to your heart's desire! It's by appointment only and you can book 30 minute sessions based on how many people you're doing it with, and how much stuff you wanna break. Though this fanfic will not be entirely accurate, it still gives a general jist of what is involved in these rage rooms.]

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