#tw head inju

[otter-chaos-violence]

I was struck with a sudden inspiration while watching Finding Nemo, whumpee developes memory loss

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Whumpee stared up at Whumper, whispering, "Who are you?"

"Hello Whumpee, my name is Whumper, don't you remember me?"

"N-no,"

Whumpee's head throbbed, and they mumbled, "Am I supposed to?"

"Supposed to?" Whumper tilted their head. "I'm your friend!"

"O-oh. Um- okay. Hi, Whumper. Why does my head hurt so bad, do you know?"

"You hit your head pretty hard. Don't worry, I'll take care of you,"

[rizsu]

carbon copies rin itoshi, rindou haitani, rintaro suna.

extra. tw: d-ath thr-at in rin's ( its not THATTT srs )

“what the fuck are you doing?” concerned and puzzled, you question your boyfriend who's in a position that does not look comfortable for the average human.

rin does nothing but wave off your presence by stretching his arms upwards and tilting his upper body ninety degrees to the right.

it takes one minute of silence (and staring) before you make your way to rin, sitting in front of him with crossed legs and arms. again, you repeat your question but this time with a little sarcasm, “mind telling me what you're doing, mr. yoga-for-all?”

sighing, rin answers you back, “you just answered your own question.” and with that, he closes his eyes to continue his meditation. nothing can stop rin from doing what he does—well...unless you apply enough force to push him onto the floor.

you spend at least twenty-something minutes admiring rin. really, he's pretty and lucky that his face card can defend his attitude. deciding to not bother him any longer, you stand up and dust your knees off before notifying rin.

“rin, i'm going.” “where?” “you haven't leveled up to unlock that information!”

one hand wraps around your wrist and rudely yanks you down to its owner, rin. caging you in with both hands at the side of your frame, he leans in and repeats himself again, “i asked where, y/n.”

one, two, three blinks later you regain the function of thinking. seriously, it's so rare for rin to be so close and whenever he does it, it's at the most unexpected moments. smiling ear to ear, you tease him, “is this a curious rin? the itoshi rin?”

squinting, he sighs before leaning away, deciding it's best to wave you off again and continue his activities but not before he orders, “do as you please but call or text me when you reach.”

standing up again, you nod at him, “i'm just going back to my parents' for the weeknd!” ruffling his hair, you smile again at him to which he returns—just a small one though.

at your parents', you're lazing around in your room, looking through shopping websites while adding things you'll never buy any time soon to cart. it's a nice moment until you see a specific text that mimicked...a death threat..?

in the haitani's home holds two young adults, both share the same ages but different personalities. within a room believed to be the guest bathroom, you can see a whiny rindou and his girlfriend who's furiously dabbing a cotton on his wound.

rindou flinches again, biting his bottom lip hard to suppress any moan. he's currently in regret. does he regret the fight? no, he won. does he regret upsetting you with injury number ten this week? yes, he hates it when you're mad.

“it hurts..” “really? didn't it hurt when you got the injury?”

and to that, rindou stays silent. he knows more than anyone that it's best to not annoy you further but he really does want to answer. it did hurt a lot—like a bitch—but the alcohol and chemicals mixing with the raw injury hurts even more.

enduring more minutes of you (painfully) caring for his wound, he sucks in the tears in shame. i am such a pussy, he thinks. how can he easily take blows to the head but cowers at medical attention!? he believes it to be shameful.

finishing the last wrap of the bandage around his waist, you back off rindou but kept a close distance. close enough so he can't stray his eyes when you begin.

“rindou.” “look, i'm sorry but i'm not sorry for the fight..!”

his reply immediately makes you pinch the bridge of your nose. he's an idiot. your idiot at the very least. placing two hands at his cheeks, you bring him down for a kiss.

flustered, he gladly kisses you back. in fact, he deepens it by softly pushing your head closer with one hand as the other fiddles with the flesh of your waist under your (his) shirt.

“don't,” breaking away, you start your scolding, “ever come back with an injury that bad.”

a smug smile adorns his face. of course she's worried, he thinks with pride. if there's another thing rindou loves it's watching you mask your worry with scoldings.

“looks like someone's worried isn't she?”

rolling your eyes, you jab at his bandaged area before walking out, “don't act like you weren't trying to not cry.”

“you saw that!?”

“hey,” a soft voice speaks, dominating over the silent room. suna pokes you, hoping that you'll wake up. after no repsonse, he does it again, “psstttttt.” again, no response. unfortunately for you, suna does not like to lose so he rolls over onto you.

“get off,” complaining, you weakly push him off but that doesn't work against him. forfeiting, you throw a leg around him, adding a little kick into it before resting it on his hip.

a mischievous smile greets itself on suna. moving your leg, he rolls off, sitting up on his elbow with his head resting on his palm, “there she is!”

you look at him for three seconds before throwing the blanket on him. it's definitely not the hour you or him should be awake. hugging his body, you step back into slumber, convincing him that he should too, “go back to sleep, rin.”

suna looks down at you, using his other hand to poke your cheek. mindlessly continuing to poke at you, he thinks he fell in love again. you look peaceful, unbothered and pretty—he must annoy you. with his mind tracing back to the first time you guys met, suna made it his main mission to annoy you. like a little boy around his crush, he couldn't express his feelings properly so he opted for annoyance.

there's only so much poking you can take until you grab his finger and bite it. clearly someone doesn't know that you're not a fidget toy.

“OW!?” suna yanks his finger, dropping down onto the pillow so he can comfort it with both hands. securing his finger tightly, he looks at you who's laughing as he's in pain.

“are you hungry?!” “NO, STOP POKING ME!” “you must be in hunger.”

[wildshadowtamer]

A Different Path (What If?) Ch 5

Summary: Perry came back from a non-heinz-related mission, covered in soot and quite out of breath, he expected to just spend a few hours doing paperwork, but when he logged into his profile, he saw something sickening.

Here is the story of why Perry hates OWCA.

Tags (Chapter Specific): Violence, Attempted Murder, Attempted Child Murder, Blood

Tags (Fic General): Ducky Momo - Freeform, Implied/Referenced Character Death, car crash, burn scars, burn victim, Fluff and Angst, warning: this fic is dark, especially the first chapter, Inspired by Fanfiction, Based on a Tumblr Post, AU, what if au, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Mentions of car crashes, Past Child Abuse, mentions of child abuse, mentions of child abandonment, Family Fluff, Fluff, Violence, Attempted Murder, Attempted Child Murder, Blood

Notes: Credit to @woulddieforperrytheplatypus for encouraging me to write this fic! TW for violence, attempted murder, attempted child murder, and blood

Rating: Mature

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July 18th, 2006

Perry came back from a non-heinz-related mission, covered in soot and quite out of breath, his entire body aching from the fight against 4 goons at once. He stumbled into his lair below D.E.I and collapsed tiredly onto his chair in front of his giant movie-like monitor, he sighed with a chittering noise and pulled the chair closer to the keyboard.

Then he remembered that he would likely need to do paperwork for arresting the villain he was up against, and likely file a mission report and summarize everything that happened. He laid his head on the desk and silently wished for something to happen so he could avoid it, but he knew there was no escaping endless paperwork, and so he turned on his monitor and clicked into his agent file.

Just as he was about to make a new mission report, he spotted something unusual on his file, a hazard sign flickering on his boys’ family file. Thats strange, did something happen while he was at work?

He puts his phone back on noise, as its usually on silent when he’s on missions, and checks his texts. No recent texts from Heinz.

He clicked into Phineas and Ferb’s file warily, the boys, as of last year, had started making amazing inventions and fun creations near daily in the summer and winter, and working on simple projects in the school months. Recently they had been making some admittedly extreme projects, including 3d printing monkeys and teaching them how to ride a unicycle, Perry still isn’t too sure how they cleaned it up before Charlene, Heinz’ ex-wife, saw it.

However, what Perry saw in the files made his fur stand on end; Each of their inventions had been logged and dated, each with a threat level, ranging from safe green to deadly red.

Threat Level? Their not even double digits, how could they be a threat to anyone except the laws of reality!?

Perry quickly scrolled to the most recent addition, today’s creation, which was apparently an ice cream machine gone wrong, and a few wrong wires turned it into a death ray. Perry nervously glanced to the glaring red threat level on screen, he checked the notes to make sure nobody got hurt.

Notes:

Death Ray was set off and hit a tree close to the house, but no person or animal was harmed. However, I still believe these boys to be a threat, no matter their age. Villains only make more villains.

Perry chittered angrily to himself at the notes, his hands shaking as he checked who had been logging the inventions; an older agent Perry was close to, Dennis The Rabbit. He had actually been Perry’s mentor back when he was a pup. 

But, if he was so close to perry, why would he call Phineas and Ferb ‘threats’ and ‘villains’? Their just kids who made a harmless mistake!

He shook his head and took a breath, death rays are no harmless mistake, no matter the result. He’ll have to have a serious talk with the whole family about wiring safety and double checking their work.

As he mentally rehearsed his lecture, he spotted a note added to the main file of the boys, and his thoughts screeched to a terrified halt.

Set to be ‘silenced’ at 5:00pm sharp, on D.E.I balcony by Agent Dennis The Rabbit

‘Silenced’? That can’t be good. Perry’s heart raced as he checked the time; 4:58. He still had time. He didn’t bother shutting down his monitor as he ran from his lair and grabbed his jetpack, making a beeline for the balcony before Dennis could get there.

He saw the boys building on balcony, unharmed and safe, and perry nearly relaxed, but he noticed a red-band fedora peeking over the lip of the open roof, and time slowed significantly.

Perry had to choose an option fast, either tackle Dennis and risk hitting the boys, or grab the boys and risking getting hit with it himself. He made up his mind, and silently begged Heinz to forgive him. 

A bright laserbeam of light shot down from the roof, aiming right at the boys, but Perry swooped down and grabbed a sheet of metal, throwing himself infront of Phineas and Ferb to deflect the laser, which bounced back and narrowly missed Dennis’ hat.

“Perry?” Phineas asked, but Perry was too focused, he grabbed the two by the wrist and shoved them inside as Dennis parachuted down from the roof and glared at Perry.

Neither needed to talk in animal tounge to know the other’s intent, both wanted to harm, but wanted to harm very, very different people.

Dennis gave a cocky smile and took his parachute off, letting it fall to the balcony floor as the two agents sized eachother up, standing only 6 feet apart.

The distance was shortly broken as Dennis tackled Perry to the floor, punching him hard across the face as the platypus grabbed him by the neck and flipped them both over so Perry was pinning Dennis. 

It became a raging battle of tooth and claw, blood splattering on their furs as they wrestled on the ground, and Perry nearly caught Dennis with his ankle barbs, but restrained himself enough to throw the smaller agent across the balcony and through the glass windows seperating the balcony from the apartment.

Glass shattered everywhere, catching Perry in the arm as the entire window crumbled to the ground in shards, but Perry didn’t care. He was struggling to stay steady, he knew if he let go of his restraint that he would kill the admittedly weaker agent. His venom could kill a lot of animals, but he knews his family would miss him if he was sent to jail, or worse, the pound.

Still, he ran across the shattered glass, ignoring the pain in his webbed feet, and grabbed Dennis by the front of the scruff, punching him square in the face mid-action jump. Dennis went limp, knocked out cold from the punch.

“Perry the Platypus, what’s going on in here-” Heinz stopped in his tracks as he looked between the two bloody agents, one unconscious and the other wielding a near-murderous glare, and the shattered window behind them. 

Perry simply held up his clawed paws and signed “O-W-C-A”

Heinz pulled a notepad from his labcoat pocket and handed it to Perry “what did OWCA do? And why is an agent on my floor? The boys said you pushed them inside without a hello.” The scientist explained, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously

It took a few minutes, but Perry eventually shoved a series of notes into Heinz’s hands, and walked over to his jetpack on the balcony, which he had abandoned as he grabbed the metal sheet.

OWCA planned to ‘silence’ the boys with some sort of laser, they didn’t tell me. Dennis was the one to shoot them, but i got in the way and deflected it just in time. The -inator is on the roof. I’ll explain the rest later, right now i have someone to talk to.

“Someone to talk to? But perry, your inju-” Heinz stopped as he watched Perry fly away anyway, apparently uncaring of his injuries. Heinz was mad, thats for sure, but not just mad at OWCA. He was mad at, and quite disappointed in, himself.

If he had just kept an eye on the boys or brought them inside when he went to check on Candace & Vanessa, Perry wouldn’t have gotten hurt, and Perry wouldn’t be so mad. 

Perry came to a stop at OWCA HQ’s entrance, and, despite the searing pain in his feet and body, he couldn’t care less. He was infuriated, shaking with such anger he almost saw red. When he finds Monogram, he’s gonna give that monobrowed cheapskate liar a piece of his mind.

The automatic sliding doors of HQ opened as Perry was scanned by the facial recognition software, he stormed inside with a walk that Heinz once described as a “murder walk”, meaning with each minute Perry considers his option, jail seems increasingly preferred.

The other agents knew that walk, and all kept their distance from the top agent as he stormed past all of them, headed straight for the Major’s office.

“He’s definitely qutting today” Monty, the Major’s son, whispered to a human agent from canada, Lyla, Perry was sure her name was. Lyla glanced at Perry, then back to Monty, and nodded.

Like the controlled, trained agent Perry is, he kept his composure enough to only kick the door to monogram’s office off the hinges, and not throw it at him like he really wanted to. Carl recognised that enraged look in his eyes, and quickly left the room.

“Ah. Agent P. What’re you doing here?” Monogram asked warily, knowing full well, but trying to stall some time. All he got in response was an angry chitter, monogram sighed “I didn’t want to do it either, but when it comes down to the safety of the agency, we can’t have a pair of villains running around with a death ray!”

The word ‘villain’ echoed in perry’s head, his agent mind getting drowned out by pure anger as everything went red and Perry activated the chitter-to-speech translator built into his collar.

Monogram paled as he realised what he had just done.

And Perry snapped. 

Half an hour later,

Perry had left the door open, so everyone in view of the office, which would be half the agency as all of them wanted to hear this, could see and hear perry’s furious rant.

They collectively gasped as he grabbed his fedora and threw it down on the floor angrily “I’ve had enough of this agency, and i’ve had enough of YOU” Perry yelled “I QUIT.”

Monogram, pale in the face and speechless, spluttered “you- you can’t do that!”, Perry slammed a fist on the flipped office desk “well i just did.” he snarled, then turned on his heel and stormed out of the office, the agents parting like curtains to let Perry past without him hitting someone.

There was a dead silence as everyone watched their ex-best agent leave HQ for good, eventually, Monty spoke up

“Y’know,” he looks over to his father “you kinda had it coming.” he commented calmly,  hands in his hoodie pockets. He shrunk into his hood as his father glared at him, who then took a breath and flipped his table to the right way up

“Carl, get to work on Agent P’s termination paperwork. I don’t think we’re getting him back.” Monogram told the 16-year-old unpaid intern, who peeked his head through the doorway “a-alright sir, i’ll get right to it”

Heinz knew something was wrong from the moment Perry stepped foot back in the apartment, still bleeding and scratched up. 

“Perry? What did you do?” he asked his pet nervously, Perry gave a momentary glare before taking a breath and relaxing a bit, he turned off his translator in his collar and wrote something on the spare notepad he keeps next to the couch, sitting down

I quit.

Heinz spluttered “wh- you what?”, he couldn’t believe it! Perry The Platypus, his nemesis since the day perry could fight, quit his job at OWCA?

Perry tapped the same note in reiteration, then added another sentence

I quit.

Monogram tried to hurt my brothers, and i just can’t tolerate that. I was going to leave next summer anyway, he doesn’t even treat his agents with basic respect.

“Well- yeah i get that, i’d quit too if my boss tried to, y’know, kill my children and all” Heinz had calmed down from his internal rage at both OWCA and himself from almost an hour earlier, “but what are you going to do now? Being an agent was Your Thing, and who’s going to be my nemesis?” He asked, and Perry had no answer, except a helpless shrug

I’ll think about it. I need more time with the kids and you anyway, it’ll be good not to have work for a few weeks.

“Great idea! Maybe you can help out with their inventions! Oh and I know Phineas has been wanting to show you his and Ferb’s creations. Their getting very talented!” he gasped “Maybe take them to that Googleplex Mall and take them shopping, you need a new collar anyways” He suggested, and Perry thought about it for a minute, then smiled a bit and nodded

“Brilliant!” he pulls a blank calender from behind the couch, how did perry not spot that? “Here, i’ve been working on an Inator that works similarly to a time machine, it runs mostly on calendars so i went out when you were working and bought a bunch of them, i hope you don’t mind.” Heinz rambled, Perry smiled and took the calender, using his pen to plan some events him and the kids could do, he was really looking forward to this.

Leaving OWCA was the best thing Perry ever could’ve done.