#uh oh!!!! looks like my computer is infected..

[slipperysheep]

WAHHHH HE'S SO SQUISHABLE

I COULD JUST TAKE HIS CHEEKS AND SQUISH

so cutes ...

SUCH CUTES

Oh, looks like your copy of Undertale had an extra attachment.. It looks like you’ve got a sans on your computer now..?

He’s fun to have! Just uh.. don’t forget you’ve got company now, alright?

Luckily, communication isn’t a problem!

.. Whoops.

(Don’t worry though, he likes you!)

Should I draw him in your walls next? <3333

[preservationofnormalcy]

[I am in a nature preserve in rural Louisiana. A small ranger station-like structure in the middle of the wetlands welcomes me through chain link fences as my driver signals his approach, and as I exit my vehicle, a man steps out of the station.

He is heavy-set, tall, a little overweight but in that working-man sort of way where his strength is evident. He’s wearing a white labcoat over a colorful shirt and jeans, with messy hair and old school mutton chops. I can’t decide if he’s going for a vintage look or just doesn’t want to deal with his facial hair. Huge hands clap together once as I walk up to the building, and he smiles.]

Meghan] Mr McCollough?

Jethro] Please, please ma’am, call me Jethro. Please, come in.

[The first room seems typical of what I would expect a station in the middle of the swamplands to look - a cot, couches, radios and locked long glass-paneled cabinets with guns. A large metal door on one end leads me into the next room, and this one is different. Computers, rows and rows of filing cabinets, and haphazard piles of paperwork on a laboratory benchtop that yield to clean, colored tape-zoned areas holding glassware, boxes of “Vacutainer” tubes, plastic racks. A well-used benchtop centrifuge in the sun-bleached cream and baby blue colors of equipment from the 80s holds tubes of separated liquid – clear on top, a strip of white, and deep red at the bottom. Another metal door on the opposite side leads further into the building. He gestures to a somewhat empty table with a chair on either side.

Jethro’s accent is slight but noticeable, quiet but gregarious. He doesn’t sit yet, but fumbles with a kettle and a hot plate.]

J] Don’t get many visitors out here. Pardon the mess. Tea?

M] Oh. Please, actually.

J] Yes, ma’am. The people above my head tell me you’re here to ask questions.

M] That’s right. I saw the, uh… immunization posters in the Virginia site I toured.

J] Oh, sure. That’s been routine for decades, now. Since they were developed in the 50s. Lots of progress, of course, but always lots to do. Half the issue’s the paperwork, you know. But, uh, yeah.

M] Does everyone get immunized?

J] If I had my way, yes. That’d be the right way to do it. But no, it’s only really required for so-called high risk zones, that’s what they decided.

[He gives me a wry smile over his shoulder.]

J] This here’s a high risk zone, ma’am. But…you won’t be here long enough for it to matter.

M] …here’s hoping. Umm. I had a list of questions.

J] Top of the list is probably “Jesus H, they’re real?”

[He laughs briefly at his own joke.]

M] …my work is more about the efficacy and efficiency of the Office’s divisions, departments, and programs. But yeah, kind of.

[He pours the hot water into two teacups, and hands me one, sitting on the opposite side of the table. His cup looks comically small in his large hands.]

J] Get the feeling you’ll be asking that a lot in the next months.

M] I do too. Let me see… what is the objective of the… Abnormal Virology Department?

J] So our mission statement is about the research, control, and prevention of diseases – viral diseases specifically, but other stuff comes up, but y’know, that’s another story – uh, diseases that fall outside the Office’s definition of “normal,” and our big goals hopefully are curative or preventative treatments for those diseases. It’s a tall order.

M] And… lycanthropy is a virus, like the flu?

J] I mean, as much as any virus is like another. Each one’s unique, even the flu subtypes, but yeah. If I may use some jargon,

[He pauses with a hint of eagerness for affirmation before continuing.]

J] It's a lysogenic virus, so if you get infected, it integrates into the host genome, more like, uh, I guess herpesvirus is one most people would know. Once you get it, you got it for life because it hides in your DNA. Like herpesviruses too, you have lytic phases too, where it becomes active again, it emerges out of the genome based on cues from environmental pressures or host conditions. Like the phase of the moon, you know, which is kind of unique. When it’s not actively causing disease, when it’s just sitting in your genome at these sequence specific integration sites across the chromosomes, it also screws with normal gene regulation. The sites it sits down, you get dysregulation of normal transcription, you start growing more body hair, eyes change color. Where the virus integrates is a little different across host genetic backgrounds, think like ancestries; do you know SNPs?

[He clears his throat.]

Anyway, that lysogenic, passive phase is why we need the boosters, it’s laying low, immune cells don’t see anything to protect against, and it preferentially hides out in memory B cells, some lymphocytes, and that also kind of messes up a normal immune response. Which is why you have the immunoglobulin in the shot too, but that’s getting into the weeds. Because if you don’t have a way for the immune system to stop it quickly when it decides to jump out of the genome again, then, of course, you have the active phase, which… you can guess about that.

M] How successful would you say the treatments are?

J] It’s pretty good, especially given this stuff is almost the same as we were using mid-century. If you have a healthy immune system, if you’re vaccinated at least a few weeks before exposure, so you have your standard immune repertoire ready to go, and then they’re exposed – assuming the inoculum isn’t, you know, that can be pretty high sometimes – then they probably won’t “catch it,” so to speak, it’s neutralized and doesn’t integrate into the genome, so you don’t have a permanent case of it. We can also suppress symptoms with treatments for those with especially bad cases. Treatment’s kinda heavy, with the administration and the side effects; not like you’re just popping a pill under your tongue; but once it’s taken hold, there’s no, uh, no real cure.

[Jethro is quiet for a moment, taking a glance out the window as he drinks.]

J] … listen, ma’am. I’m biased. I got a personal stake in all this. I’m kind of a lab guy, sure, but sometimes I go out there and actually… you know. I’m the boots on the ground here too. And I don’t carry the big guns like the guys in Security do, no, I’m here giving out shots to kids and families. There’s communities in this country, whole towns out in the swamps or up in the hollers that are majority-infected. They live with it, they make do. And they have a chance at that, at life, because of us. Hard to quantify, of course. If you’re looking for hard numbers, I can try and find ‘em–

[He gestures to the filing cabinets.]

J] If you got a week or two.

M] We can… coordinate records later. But we’ve successfully eradicated things like… you know, smallpox. Can we eradicate things like lycanthropy?

[He gives me a strange, wary look and picks up a plastic knife from the table, oddly stirring his drink. I take a sip of mine.]

J] I’d be careful, talking like that. Lotta people don’t just think they’re sick, they- we’re talking about people. People with a condition, sure, but the minute you start talking about eradicating is when we start having camps again.

M] … again?

J] There’s rural areas in this country that the Office hasn’t been in for decades. We aren’t welcome.

M] Can I ask what happened?

[Jethro takes a deep breath.]

J] In ‘55, the United States rolled out its polio vaccine program. Of course, the Office used the infrastructure, hustle and bustle of the whole thing as a cover for our own lycanthropic treatment programs. We, and when I say “we,” I mean the Office in general of course. I wasn’t even a pup then. But a couple Office research groups, the Wagner lab, they’d done deep research into the condition, validated a few hypotheses, and they were ready to pilot the production of a vaccine. They just needed plasma. From infected hosts.

M] … I think I see.

J] Yeah. Yeah, back then infected folks were basically ignored unless they were in legal trouble. Legal personhood hadn't been extended to lycanthropes yet.

M] Legal personhood?

J] Ask Ferd about that when you get back to Virginia. Unfortunately, that plasma was taken from… people who didn’t volunteer. Inmates at first, murderers. But scaling up collection, then it came from people who stole some cows, and then people who were even just accused of things. When the Wagner people showed the shot was actually working, the Office needed a lot more to even think about rolling it out everywhere it was needed, and people weren’t really volunteering, so…

[He sighs.]

J] We shouldn’t have been surprised when a lot of communities then rejected us after that. Word travels fast, and the symbol–

[He taps the OPN crest on his badge.]

J] –became the mark of the Beast. Figuratively. It’s been decades getting to the point where we can help people, and pardon my bragging, ma’am, but it’s people like me who are the reason why we can. Part scientist, part… social worker, I guess.

[The phone rings, and Jethro slides over on his rolling chair to answer it. He seems immediately worried, and after a moment of conversation he hangs up and rubs his face.]

J] Real sorry ma’am, gonna have to cut this short. I know you had a long trip. Maybe I can meet you somewhere that ain’t so out of the way.

M] Oh. That’s okay, Jethro. Um. How’s next Saturday?

[He rolls over to a calendar on the wall. July 2021.]

J] No… no, I’ll be needing a day or two off ‘round then. For the… weather.

M] …I think I see. I’ll call you, we can finish over the phone.

J] Probably for the best, ma’am. If you’ll excuse me, I got an emergency downstate. Small outbreak just confirmed, got some of that social work to do.

M] Should I be worried?

[He grins, throwing his labcoat onto a chair and pulling a dirty jumpsuit out of a pile.]

J] Hell no, ma’am. We’re professionals. Ain’t gonna be any rowdy gators causing any trouble.

M] …gat–

J] I trust you’ll see yourself out, ma’am.

(Buy the poster here!)

[worshipthecrow]

Dermatilomania

Summary: Your bad habit scares your boyfriend

Content: SylusxFemale! Reader, Alternative Universe: College, Unconscious self-injury, Protective and concerned boyfriend! Sylus, Zayne makes a special appearance.

A/n: @neuvillettesnipples Here is the fic you asked for! I hope you like it!

The deadline was approaching, exam week was imminent, more and more people in the campus library, more and more coffee shortages in the coffee cart outside the faculty, more classmates asking and borrowing each other's notes.

And you were getting more and more stressed, your normally groomed hair was permanently tied up in a ponytail or a messy bun, your fingers were full of ink stains as you made out resumes to study.

It had been three days since you had slept more than four hours a night and you didn't look your best, your cell phone vibrated on the table, you ignored it as you continued to do the resume of the subject you have the hardest time with, your hand buried in your hair, your cell phone kept vibrating on the table, you flipped it over so the automatic setting would block calls and messages and you kept working, you rubbed one eye to keep writing.

Someone tapped your shoulder and you turned, a young black haired girl, she didn't look any better than you either, with her dark bags under her eyes and parted, dry lips.

"uh, Sylus is waiting for you outside?" you blinked a few times as your brain processed the information.

"Oh, thank you, thank you!" you whispered as you packed your things in your backpack and trotted quickly out of the library.

Out there sitting on the steps was your boyfriend in his leather jacket, you walked down and stood next to him, he locked his phone and stood up to look at you.

"You're hard to reach huh?" he grinned sideways at you, taking your backpack and slung it over his shoulder.

"Oh shuts up" you started walking and he followed you, you walked holding hands to your dorm inside the campus, you took out your key and walked in with him behind you, the house was empty, you had seen some of your roomies in the library and some in the computer room.

"It's deader than usual" Sylus' voice half echoed inside the house, you looked at him with a circumstantial face. "Sure, exams."

"We're not all lucky to be the son of a chain of importers and exporters and business owners all over the country" you snorted as you sat in an armchair taking off your shoes, you could feel your tired feet relax in the softness of the carpet against your socks.

Sylus sat down next to you, slipping an arm around your shoulder and burying his hand in the strands of your hair, you hummed closing your eyes, relaxing, words about your resume floated into your head, a gasp from Sylus made you open your eyes.

"What the hell?" he cursed and you protested as he started checking your head, and until you saw your nails dirty with blood you understood what was going on "I'm calling Zayne."

"NO!" you screamed, grabbing his hand where his cell phone was "I'm fine! I just scratched my head a little"

"A little?" he showed you his blood stained fingers, and maybe it was a distraction because the next thing you heard was Zayne's voice over the phone.

"Hello?"

"What do you do with a person who scratches until they bleed? On the head specifically" Sylus spoke as he looked at you and you grunted rolling your eyes.

"Hmmm Dermatilomania, is it derived from some allergic reaction or condition?" Sylus looked at you, waiting for you to answer, you grunted again.

"No, it's a bad habit from stress" you snorted.

"Then it will go away on its own, just avoid touching the area any further to avoid infection and I would suggest an appointment with dermatology" Sylus hung up the phone, you wondered, for the thousandth time, how two such different people could be friends.

"I'll find a dermatologist for you" Sylus continued on his phone, you guessed to find the dermatologist.

"It's not necessary" you mumbled, Slys fingers paused on the screen and he pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly.

"It is, you're hurting yourself without noticing" he removed a strand of hair from your forehead and tucked it behind your ear. "You need to take better care of yourself, I'm not a doctor but a head infection sounds dangerous."

"It won't happen, you're overreacting" wrapping your arm around his waist, your tired muscles were grateful for the warmth of his body and your stressed brain for his company.

"What if it will happen, do you want to wait until that time?" the softness in his voice made your heart ache, you shook your head, leaning your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat.

"I'll pay for it" you murmured against his shirt.

"No need, I'll do it, my job is to take care of you."

You tightened your embrace and he did the same, you murmured very softly an "it's okay" as he kept moving his contacts, it felt good to be pampered and cared for with such affection.

[chansbabygirlsstuff]

Just a bet Chapter 7

HII lovelies here is chapter 7 please enjoy it!

warnings: fluff really cute

Words: 1k

"Are you avoiding me?"  he tells me 

"What? no, I'm not" I shift uncomfortably trying to hide the unexpected news I just got told about him

"Then why are you canceling all our plans and not even looking at me? did I do something wrong?" he asked now stopping walking and turning to face me, so I turned to him 

"Look, I just have a terrible eye infection and I just don't feel comfortable with people seeing it, and it hurts awful, I don't want to seem weird being around you with big ass sunglasses on right?" you try defending yourself 

"ok, come with me" he grabs your hand and pulls you toward the parking lot to his car, I get in with no context thinking how easily I can get kidnaped in life

"where are we going?" he starts the car and gets out of the uni "You'll see" he sighs frustrated 

he parks in a mini station mall where I can see restaurants, boutiques, ice cream shops, and more, I get excited as  I see the ice cream shop going straight to it, but before I enter it Chan grabs my arm and pulls me to the right, "here, we can go there later" he pulls me to a pharmacy

"hello what can I help you with?" the kind lady says  "Hi can we get a cream for an eye infection, please," he says kindly as  I freeze,  I didn't know this was coming. "of course, I will need to see how infected it is soi can refer you to an antibiotic" she smiles looking at him 

I look down as I would not like him to see my bruised eye, I look at him and he pressures me "Don't worry I won't say anything to anyone" he smiles. I take my glasses off and look at the woman. She nodded "Sweetie that is not an infection, that is a bruise caused by a hit" Chan didn't look at me respecting my decisions. Still, when she said it was a bruise he grabbed my face and started examining it, his eyes widened when he saw my eye "But we do have some cream for the swollen area and the pain" she typed something in the computer "We have x product for the swollen area and for the pain..." she searches in the computer "do you have any pain in your eye?" she looks at me "yes I do have lots of pain" I nod and look down feeling guilty about lying to him.

"we will take both, please," he says taking out his wallet "Oh, don't worry Chan I will pay for it," you said putting your glasses back on and taking out your wallet "Don't, I come here to buy you something for your eye so let me" he places your wallet down and he takes out his card to pay

"Thank you have a nice day " She smiles and we leave towards the car, when we both shut the door only silence can be heard 

"Who did this to you?" he tries to say calmly way trying to concentrate looking directly into the road while the car is still parked 

"I -umm" you have trouble telling the truth 

"When did this happen? and why didn't you tell me anything?" 

"I- uh it happened on Saturday" You feel scared not knowing what he is going to do 

"Who did this to you Y/n? I need to know" his worried eyes look back at you 

"my dad" you murmur to him looking down, you never had someone who truly worried about you when this used to happen 

"why the fuck would he hit you?" he looked at you with an unbelievable expression on his face

"Because I came home late last Friday" you murmur not wanting him to feel that this was his fault 

"he hit you becuase you were out late, but aren't you 23?" he looks more shocked and angry than ever

"I'm used to it, ever since my mom died he has been hitting me for any excuse he can find, so don't worry about me," I say looking out the window

"We need to do something about it Y/n I can't let this happen again what the actual fuck is wrong with him?" he starts the car

"I already tried everything and I have nowhere to go, the police won't do anything about it"

"Why don't you move out?" he asks you "My job doesn't allow me with my low income, and trust me if I could I would"

"mhm let me think..." he stays quiet

"don't worry about me Chan I swear it's fine, actually thank you for worrying about me" I express my gratitude towards him  

"look my sister is looking for a roommate, how about you pay the 20% each month and I will pay for the rest and I will talk to her ok?"

"no Chan please, it's fine, that's practically living for free" you saw feeling flustered about his request 

"Another option is living with me, but I don't know how you are going to feel about that" he looks at me

"Chan don't worry about me, I don't want to be a burden to you" 

"ok... just... please call me if he ever does the same thing again" I nod and he smiles at me 

he drives me home and says goodbye to me "Please know that I'm here if you need me ok?"

I nod and wave "Thank you for everything again" he smiles and waves back 

I get inside the house and run towards my room and lock the door, throwing myself in the bed I cover my face in my pillow kicking my feet "Oh my God he is such a bitch" you said giggling and kicking your feet  for making you feel butterflies in your tummy

You get up take a shower, do your skincare, and apply both creams around your eye

you lay back down grabbing a bag of chips in your top drawer and keeping snacks there so you don't have to get out of your room 

you grab your phone and open your contact to Chris's phone number 

                             -Thank you for the cream Chris it helped calm the pain around my eye 

 -ofc Y/nie text me if you need anything else:) 

                                                   - I will thank you again, Chris, good night 

-goodnight Y/n 

you put your phone back down feeling that crazy feeling on your stomach smiling to yourself, but then remember what Mina said about Sana and Chris last time, oh great there goes one of the best days ever.

hey lovelies I hope you enjoyed chapter 7 remember that i post every Friday at 6pm CTS and if you want to be on the tag list please tell me

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[askthe-r-m-au]

Oh golly gee willakerz! It's that time again!!

I can't write for shi-

Also finally this is the part where Voz is introduced so I can answer some things about his existence-

[The Ring-Misstress | Chapter 3: The project]

There was about 1 more day until the big launch of The Amazing Digital Circus computer game. The recently promoted Co-Ringmaster had lay awake in her bed the night before. All this combined with the constant looming need of an exit was a whole lotta pressure. It's probably the exact opposite on Caine's end...

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Within the circus walls, outside of bounds was Caine. He, too, had been up all night (but for a few more reasons). They had much less time than he thought they would. He may have to continue adding the finishing touches throughout the week. Hopefully, it shouldn't be too much trouble. I mean, he does have Pomni to help him and- POMNI! HE'D NEARLY FORGOTTEN TO WAKE HER UP!

The ringmaster quickly pulled out his WackyWatch.

☆Ah, it's only been 5 minutes...☆

☆5 MINUTES!?!☆

Gadzooks, he'd better hurry if they wanted time to prepare for tomorrow.

Making his way towards her door, he couldn't help but realize. After the other day, he'd felt awfully strange. Maybe it was the unfamiliarity of Bubble not being there. He'd never thought that he could ever let a virus in under his watchful eyes. How long had Bubble been like that? Had he just gotten infected by something sometime before or something else? Something about his absence made him uneasy...

Buuuuut now was not a good time to think about all that! He couldn't spend time thinking about such silly things when they had such important matters!! He had such to to and- Okayy... get ahold of yourself, Caine! What is wrong with you today??

He took a quick breath and reached his hand to the door (witch was very shaky when did that happen???).

Okay... you can do this...

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☆GOOD MORNING, POMNI!!☆

Pomni jumped from her bed, startled at the fact that Caine actually used the door for once. Not that she minded.

♧Oh- uh- morning, Caine... wh-♧

The ringmaster cut her off impatiently.

☆COME NOW MY DEAR FRIEND! WE HAVE LOTS TO DO TODAY!! WE HAVE A VERY BIG DAY TOMORROW!! NO TIME TO WASTE!☆

♧Huh? Hold on, what're you-♧

She looked up at Caine and back down at herself, recalling the last few days' events.

♧Oh... alright, one sec.♧

☆Great!! Meet me out here. I have something I wanna show you!!☆

She grabbed her hat and cane, sitting on a small shelf next to her bed, and headed out to where Caine said he'd be.

♧Alright... what's up?♧

☆I'm glad you asked!! See, I've been working on this for a while now, and I thought it'd be great if we could work together to finish up on my most recent project!!☆

He snapped his fingers, and in front of Pomni stood a little model. Closely resembling her old jester outfit, but more green instead of red, except for the additional party hat. Which was also lined with teeth?? Eh, it makes sense if Caine designed it.

Other than that, he looked... rather adorable. The little guy opened his eyes, taking in his new surroundings as Caine began to speak.

☆This little Fella is Voz. Or a V.irtual O.ffspring Z.imulation!☆

♧Wait, doesn't that start with a- nevermind...♧

☆I know, I know, it just rolled off the tongue more. Aaaaanyway, this little guy will be able to get along with the other players, as well as help the rest of us with minor tasks! Or, yaknow, just do other kid stuff.☆

♧Such as..?♧

☆A- well, let's ask him!! Cmon, little buddy, say hello!☆

Voz took a big gasp of air before attempting to speak. Except his words came out all glitchy and distorted. You could hardly make out what he was saying.

[H- h- ɛl·l -o¿ -lo-?]

Voz covered his mouth, and another tiny gasp escaped. Pomni looked at Caine in confusion.

☆Heheh... so maybe he can't speak... b-but that's where YOU come in!! Your job is to help program him, you can start by giving him a voice!☆

Pomni looked down at Voz then back up at Caine.

♧Well how? I don't even know what he's supposed to sound like.♧

☆Well... what do YOU think he sounds like??☆

Pomni thought for a second. She thought long and hard. She hardly remembered anything about children herself. She turned to look at Voz one more time.

[...hello?]

Out came the voice of a little boy, around 6 or 7.

He gasped and covered his mouth again. But this time in surprise rather than shame.

Pomni's eyes lit up. It actually worked.

♧Hey-♧

Caine flew in right beside Pomni, nearly shoving into her.

☆Welcome to the circus, little fella!! I'm your creator Caine, and this is your Co-creator, Pomni!☆

Caine gestured towards himself, and then his Co-host.

Voz Looked at the two standing together. First Caine, then Pomni. Caine, then Pomni. Caine, Pomni. He softly spoke up once again.

[...Papa? Mama?]

The pair looked awkwardly at each other then back at the child infront of them.

☆Oh my stars how could I forget? These things adapt to the first thing they see.☆

♧Huh??♧

☆I'm pretty sure that's a kid thing, just go with it.☆

She looked back down at Voz, who stared back, anticipating an answer.

♧I... yaknow what? Sure. Just- you can call us that.♧

He looked up at his "Parents" with huge eyes. His smile almost stretched all across his face. He didn't need to say anything for the two to know he meant "thank you".

♧Heh, you're very welcome-♧

Before she could finish, Voz ran up to the both of them and hugged their legs.

Pomni and Caine accepted his embrace. Looking down at their new project, all that dead from before? Was gone.

Maybe this wouldn't be so hectic after all.

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RAH OMAIGOSH IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO GET BACK INTO WRITING THIS-

I procrastinated alot-

Expect chapter 4 in like...

20 years

Anyway yall know the drill, ask them stuff, ask ME stuff, and... uh-

Bye-bye

[evpatya]

heyah!!! :-3

i wanna share my regretevator npc concept.

Glerpy is gnarpian. Xe has a height of a normal player, or a bit higher.

Xe has 150-140 hp, and can enter the elevator.

From part xe is infected with a virus ( i described it on the reference pic), but it doesent affect xem.

Glerpy is a scientist, who is sent from planet to explore the regretevator and other npcs and other races. Xe enters the evelator on the "Area 51" floor when you activate all the devices. Xe will walk from the opened door with a last device. If you activate not all things, Glerpy wont enter.

facts abt xem

• xe is not that agressive to other npcs, as Gnarpy

• xe isnt related with gnarpian army

•Glerpy doesent understand what Fleshcousin is and tries to ask more questions

•xe knows abt gnarpy, but they look more like acquaintances

Intetraction phrases:

snowball:

"pleaz, ztop."

" ZTOP. "

spray:

"why are u zpraying me with diz thing????"

" iz thiz even safe???"

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xe will have dialogues w pest, Gnarpy, Poob, and Fleshcousin.

DIALOGUES.

Pest:

p—Are you one of those mean and angry gnarpians?

g—UhhhH whatz? sorry, i didntz lizten

p— Nothing. ホラー。

g — Alzo, what can yourz hornz do? Can u drzop zem?

p - None of your business.

g — rzude!!!

Gnarpy:

gl- Hello, general.

gn - UUUh FINALLY ZOMEONE NORMALZ I AM TIREDZ OF DIZ ZTUPID CREATUREZ!!

gl — Andz why are zhey ztupid?

gn — UUUUhh BECAUZ!!!!

Poob:

p- Hello! Who are u?

gl - Hello. I woulz likez not introduze myzelf. Butz, do u like partyz??

p- YEAH! how did you guess that??

gl -your accessoryz zay zo. And, i wanna azk zomething.

p - whatever ! :-)

Fleshcousin:

g - uh, why are u movinz like zat??

f - as cold world path fox table down the train weather

g - what doez zat mean? And why arez u falling apartz?

f - road ticket book hat party look

g - THATZ MAKEZ NO ZENZE!!! can u tell normally?

f- znarp zroad day znepping on zerp

q- WAIT WHATZ? ok, i understoodz.

ENTERING ELEVATOR:

— Oh, you donez really wellz.

— I wouldz like to azk you zomething.

full elevator :

— i wouldz better ztay here...

—uh.. no timez for exzploring

In the elevator:

— What didz i zay beforez? UUUh bad memozry..

— would you likez to volunteezr to my ezxpirient?

ALSO. he comews out on:

- slide 4 admin

- infected apartment (he sits on the couch)

- UES (uses computer)

- funny maze

xe has also a model, and sounds :-3

( it was in axosun dc https://discord.com/channels/607652967092584470/1179874260798414968/1180641381572673586 )

[pico-digital-studios]

Into, Across and Beyond! Scripting: Hues of Trouble

(Please read this post if you're only seeing this scene now. It'll bring to light some... troubling stuff that's happened lately around Hues of Metal and its creator.)

Dimension HOM-2023 - Eggman's Mountain Base

OMT!Tails slipped into the base, activating his nanomachine suit to avoid triggering the alarms.

OMT!Tails: Alright, I'm in. From what Skye told me, Melody should be in here somewhere. I just gotta be careful not to run into any of the robots here. They're no S.S.S.S.S. Squad, so they won't be fooled by disguises.

He headed forward, hearing a conversation nearby.

Metallix: ...and what's even funnier is that after Sonic chases down the Eggrobo AND the Prototype, Mk. II has a chance to go kill Sonic! But instead, he goes out of his way to assassinate the person he hired to assassinate Sonic!!!

Mecha Mk. I / Silver Sonic / Carl: Why the fuck would he do that when he had Sonic in his sights?

Metallix (amused): I don't know. But it's absolutely HYSTERICAL! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

OMT!Tails slipped past them. Soon enough, he hid as he noticed Metal Sonic and Prototype holding Melody hostage.

Metal Sonic: Okay, ma'am. Your attitude will not be getting you outta this one so easily. So I'm going to ask ONE last time; where did you come from, and for what reason?

Prototype: Yeah! Better start answering if you don't wanna get blown up.

Melody: Information of my universe is to be kept between me and my family, thank you very much!

Metal Sonic: Great. Of COURSE she won't tell us anything.

Melody: I mean, what else would you expect me to do? Talk on and on about other worlds? It'd overload your circuits just thinking about it, tin-buckets.

Metal Sonic: Tin-?! (angry gibberish) Okay, I've had it with you! Prototype, get her escorted to another area of the base!

Prototype: Right away! Come along, missy.

Melody: Name's Melody!

Prototype: Okay, whatever. Come on!

Prototype left with Melody in tow as OMT!Tails stepped out of hiding, Metal hearing the footsteps behind him.

Metal Sonic: Wait. Who's-?

He saw OMT!Tails in his nanomachine suit.

Metal Sonic: Hold on... I don't remember Eggman commissioning another Tails robot. Only one we have is Tails Doll.

OMT!Tails: Oh, me? I was recently manufactured! I'm... Steel Tails Version 0.9!

Metal Sonic: Aww, brilliant! A pleasure to meet you, new guy!

They shook hands.

OMT!Tails: (Heh. It actually fooled him?)

Metal Sonic: Right. So, duties, duties...

OMT!Tails: We'll think about that later. Right now, a different Sonic is coming here after having chased me.

Metal Sonic: A "different" one? How different is he? Does he carry dancing bananas in a backpack? Is he not quite AS fast as Sonic?

OMT!Tails: Well, red pupils, different shoes, 10 times more aggressive, wants to define people's fates...

Metal Sonic: Urgh... I hate that guy even more than Sonic, and we haven't even met yet. Well, sounds like we need to prepare. Come along, Steel!

OMT!Tails: Alright!

As they prepared to walk off, OMT!Tails suddenly shook in sudden pain.

OMT!Tails: Argh!

Metal Sonic: S-Steel?

OMT!Tails got up as Metal noticed something under his eyes that shocked him.

Metal Sonic: Uh, Steel... Your eyes? They're, uh...

OMT!Tails: Huh? What's going on?

Metal Sonic: There's... red oil coming out of them?

OMT!Tails, confused, wiped under one of his eyes and looked in horror, looking away in upset.

OMT!Tails: (T-The virus... It got me...)

Metal Sonic: Steel, are you alright?

OMT!Tails: M-My body's infected with a virus...

Metal Sonic: Like a computer one? Right. I'll take you in for repairs immediately!

OMT!Tails: No no no no! I'll get it "patched" when I return to the base I came from.

Metal Sonic: Steel, I'm tryin' to look out for you here. We've only just met, and you need sorting out. What if it gets worse when the dark-and-edgy Sonic gets here?

OMT!Tails: L-Let's not think about that, Metal. It's why I won't stay for long.

Metal Sonic: Right. Okay, come on. I swear, I'm gonna have to chastise Prototype for his oil arrangement later... "Sort it by taste", my screws...

They walked across the base grounds.

OMT!Tails: So, in return for me helping you fend off the intruder, I've just got one thing to ask.

Metal Sonic: Yes?

OMT!Tails: I need to take the, er, prisoner you were with before with me.

Metal Sonic: Well, a deal's a deal. Plus she needs to be more careful with her mouth.

OMT!Tails: Right.

OMT!Tails wiped under his eyes to keep the blood from getting worse.

Metal Sonic: So what do you need that girl- er, "Melody", for anyways?

OMT!Tails: Well, mainly to get her back to her dimension before things get out of hand.

Metal Sonic: Right. So I presume that you were manufactured at one of those-?

Suddenly, the area shook as alarms blared.

OMT!Tails: Uh oh! He's here!

Metal Sonic: Darn it! We need to hurry!

Metal took Tails's hand as they sped ahead, finding where Metallix was.

Metal Sonic: Metallix!

Metallix: Huh? What's the rush now, Metal?

Metal Sonic: A really aggressive Sonic just broke in and is tearing things asunder!

Metallix: That explains all the ruckus. (through a nearby loudspeaker) The lot of you, get over to this area! There's an intruder fast approaching!

On cue, Rocket Metal, Prototype, Mk. II and Silver Sonic showed up with Mecha-Knuckles.

Mecha Sonic Mk. II: Bet you a can of oil that it's Sonic.

OMT!Tails: Oh, it's Sonic, alright. Just not (y)our Sonic.

Silver Sonic: What do you mean not our Sonic?

Silver Sonic's question was answered as LM!Sonic approached, prompting the robots to get into combat positions.

LM!Sonic: You seven shouldn't be a part of this. Hand the kid over, and nobody gets hurt!

Rocket Metal: Like, nice try, ya scoundrel! I know yas for what you really are! You're one of those stereotypical Australian tourists! You come to mock us for doing stuff the way WE wanna do it?! Dis-cos-tan!!!

LM!Sonic: Hmph. One to talk for someone who HAS a constant Australian accent.

Metallix: You're that "dark-and-edgy" Sonic? Pah! Destroying you won't take long. Now, let's dance, hedgehog!

Metallix led the charge, knocking LM!Sonic backwards.

Mecha-Knuckles (using a Heavy Weapons Guy voice chip): Kill them all? Good idea! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Mecha-Knuckles charged with the others as Prototype readied his rocket launcher...

"ROCKET LAUNCHER!"

...and charged into the fray with the others.

Metal Sonic: If you wanna get that prisoner, Steel, now's your chance. Once you're done that, get back outta here! If we get the chance, we'll do better introductions another time!

Metal dashed off as OMT!Tails fled to the other direction to find Melody. The fight continued with the Hues of Metal working together to fend off LM!Sonic, who put up one heck of a fight against all seven of them.

Mecha Sonic Mk. II: Hold still so we can destroy you already, creep!

Mecha-Knuckles: Here I come!

Mecha-Knuckles tackled LM!Sonic into a laser barrier area, accidentally getting himself stuck with LM!Sonic in that same area as Metal and Prototype caught up.

LM!Sonic: Lights out, "knuckle-head"!

LM!Sonic, energised by a fraction of each Chaos Emerald, threw a water bolt at Mecha-Knuckles, who promptly began malfunctioning.

Mecha-Knuckles: Oh, this is b-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-!

And then he exploded as LM!Sonic turned his attention to the barriers locking him inside.

Metal Sonic: So you think you can define how we go about our lives?! Sicko. Prototype, hit that lever!

Prototype did so, setting off the pistons to attack LM!Sonic with.

Prototype: That should hold him for a bit, but not for long.

Metal Sonic: Then we'd better up our game!

Metal's eyes flickered as he prepared to get serious. Over with OMT!Tails, he raced full-speed toward a pair of Motobugs hauling Melody away, smashing them both and freeing the critters inside.

OMT!Tails: Gotcha!

Melody: Huh?! Are you another of those robots?!

OMT!Tails lowered his disguise to reveal his true identity.

OMT!Tails: No. I'm Tails!

Melody: Another version of my dad?

OMT!Tails: Yeah. And I'm getting you back out of here to find your brother.

Melody: Thanks. That means a lot.

However, Metallix was coming back to find OMT!Tails, realising that he got duped before.

Metallix: Hey! Nobody said you could make off with that prisoner, fox!

OMT!Tails: Uh, Metal did earlier.

Metallix: What?! You mean-?! GRR! I'm literally surrounded by idiots here! I'll deal with you myself while they're dealing with that Sonic!

Metallix charged at them as they bolted it through the base. One of the rooms they had to escape through was a storage compartment of boxes, and when they knocked some over on the way out, out spilled a few Dancing Bananas onto the floor as Metallix slowed down.

Metallix: What do you think you're doing?! That took me four weeks to fully sort out! Don't either of you know the dangers of a Danc... ing...?!

Metallix realised too late he was in range of the knocked over bunch that were about to explode.

Dancing Bananas (all at once): I LIKE CEREAL!

Metallix: GAH-!

BOOM!

Outside, the explosion rocked the area Tails and Melody were escaping to.

Melody: We tripped BOMBS in there?

OMT!Tails: I didn't see what was in those crates.

Metallix boosted at full speed, knocking OMT!Tails into a wall and causing the bleeding eyes to show again.

OMT!Tails: Oh, no...

Metallix: You may have duped the other robots, but I'm smarter than the rest of them!

He got ready to do one last attack to kill OMT!Tails.

Metallix: Any last words, Miles Prower?!

OMT!Tails: Well, um... Super Mario Bros. Z still isn't canon?

Metallix reacted in shock to that, trying to charge at OMT!Tails...

Metallix: Shi-!

...before disappearing into thin air.

OMT!Tails: Phew!

Melody: How did you do that?

OMT!Tails: Guess it's something that upsets him. Let's make tracks before he reappears again!

OMT!Tails activated a warp ring to get them out.

Melody: Oh! Before we go...

OMT!Tails: Huh?

Melody wiped under his eyes for him.

OMT!Tails: I was about to do that, but... thanks!

Melody: Anytime!

They made their leave. Back where the battle was, Metal was managing to wipe the floor with LM!Sonic on his own.

LM!Sonic: GAH! How?!

Metal Sonic: They don't call me Metal Sonic for no reason! Now, you wanna clear it back where you came from, or do we have to incinerate you or capture you to siphon your power?

LM!Sonic twitched on the spot, a slasher smile sporting to show that his sanity was dwindling fast.

LM!Sonic: Heheheheheheh... Alright, scrap can! You wanna kill me? Well, too bad, freak!

He unleashed a massive shockwave that knocked the 5 robots backwards.

LM!Sonic: No being will be able to stop me once my foothold on the multiverse is secured, not even any of those miserable "ultimate lifeforms". All WILL follow their destinies, or risk their universe falling apart. I'll play with you metal menaces some other time.

LM!Sonic left through a portal, Metal realising LM!Sonic's true plan and rushing to relay it to OMT!Tails. In the landscape between worlds, OMT!Tails got the call.

Metal Sonic: Steel! It's Metal Sonic! That evil Sonic knows what you're trying to do! And he's slipped out of our world!

OMT!Tails: Oh, man... Did he say anything about what he's planning?

Metal Sonic: He said about wanting EVERYONE to follow their "destinies", lest their universes get destroyed...

OMT!Tails: Of course he'd crank that mindset up to eleven... I'll see what I can do about him! In the meantime, Metallix got a bit delusional, so don't believe anything he says about me being some real Tails.

Metal Sonic: Uh, okay? Well, all's fair between us, I suppose, and since you were pretty friendly, it's a deal!

OMT!Tails: Sweet! I also left you something in a secret spot for if you feel like using it. Just... don't let it slip to anyone else that I gave it to you.

Metal Sonic: A secret spot? Well, I guess I'll look into it... See you around, kid.

The transmission cut off.

Melody: You left something there?

OMT!Tails: A dimension-travelling watch that can link him straight to the Quill Society. He will need cooling off since there's so many Sonics there, though.

Melody: A Quill Society?

OMT!Tails: A huge club full of heroes from different universes, akin to ours!

Melody: Sweet!

OMT!Tails: Well, I'm gonna get you back to your brother and another me, whilst I lose the evil Sonic in one more dimension. I'll rendezvous back with you once I've done that!

OMT!Tails prepared to warp Melody straight there.

Melody: Alright. Good luck, alternate dad!

She was warped away as OMT!Tails continued onwards, unknowingly also being followed by Blitz!Tails who noticed where he was going.

[aspenmissing]

𝙲𝚛𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚅𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚖 (𝙿𝚝 𝟹)

Pidge and Hunk are still floating around in the Green Lion's hangar.

"Wait. Wait, wait. I have an idea" Pidge holds out her hand "Grab on!" They both reach for each others hand before they grab on.

"Yeah! We did it! Now, what?" Hunk asks.

"Now, kick me as hard as you can!"

"What? No, we're friends"

"No, no. Kick me so I can fly across the room and get to the control panel"

"Oh...oh, oh!" Hunk kicks Pidge and she goes towards the control pannel, but misses it "No, no, no!" The door then opens, making Hunk and Pidge fall to the ground. Lance, Y/N, Soul , Coran and Keith enter.

"How can you guys be taking a nap while this castle is trying to kill us?" Lance asks.

"Taking a nap! We've been floating around in Zero G? You know how scary that is?"

"That's not scary! That's fun! I was almost ejected into space!"

"I got attacked by killed food, and that's the most horrifying thing you can imagine! The stuff of nightmares! It'll haunt me to my grave!"

"Well, I had a robot trying to kill me!"

"And I nearly drowned, in a bathroom! I mean, ironic much!" Lance looks to Coran.

"I don't care what you say, Coran. This castle has gone apple and bananas!" Coran groans.

"Perhaps the infection from Sendak's Galra crystal is worse than we thought"

"Well, let's get rid of it" Hunk says.

"It's too late. When Sendak plugged it into the ship, it corrupted the entire system"

"Sendak?" Keith asks.

"Wait" Y/N says "Has anyone seen Shiro?"

==

Shiro is still staring at Sendak.

"We're connected, you and me. Both part of the Galra Empire"

"No! I'm not like you"

"You've been broken and reformed. Just look at your hand" Shiro does so.

"That's not me!"

"It's the strongest part of you. Embrace it. The others don't know what you are. They haven't seen what you've seen. Face it. You'll never beat Zarkon. He's already defeated you"

"I'm not listening to you!" Shiro covers his ears.

"Do you really think a monster like you could be a Voltron Paladin? Even your own sister is disgusted in you"

"Stop it!" Shiro punches the Pod, cracking it. Sendak's eyes open and smiles evily at Shiro, making him panic and push a buttom to send Sendak out. Alarms start blaring. Shiro bends down, breathing heavily. Later, the Paladins, Soul and Coran enter the containment room to see Shiro holding his head.

"Shiro, are you okay?" Y/N asks, touching his arm. He flinches away and she looks at him saddened.

"Where's Sendak?" Keith asks.

"I...I had to get him out of here. I was hearing his voice. He...He can't be trusted on this ship"

"It is the ship! I got stick in a cryo-pod, then, in an airock. Keith got attacked by a robot. Y/N nearly drowned, and Hunk and Pidge got attacked by food. It's been a weird morning" Computes begin beeping as a hologram of the ship appears/

"What? How is that possible?"

"What is it?" Keith asks.

"The ship is starting a wormhole jump!"

==

The Paladins, Coran and Soul enter the main deck to see Allura at the center.

"Allura, what's going on?" Shiro asks.

"We're going to Altea" Alura turns her head to face them "We're going home. My father is taking us" They rush forwards before King Alfor face appears on the screens. (Red-Bad King Alfor. Blue - Good King Alfor)

"Stay away from my daughter!"

"Uh..."

"Allura, wake up!" Y/N shouts.

"The crystal must have corrupted King Alfor's artificial intelligence. It's taking over!" King Alfor appears next to Allura. They reach their destination, staring in horror.

"We're heading straight for a star and it's about to explode!"

"Father, I can see Altea" Coran goes to the barrier, and puts his hand on it.

"Allura! Allura, wake up! What you're seeing isn't real" Allura turns her head to face Coran before seeing some creatures fly past her. She smiles before seeing a meadown filled with flowers.

"The juniberried, the most exquisite flower of all" Allura picks one up.

"Allura, please!" A hologram of Coran appears "You've got to listen to me!"

"Is this real?" Allura asks.

"Of course it is real, Daughter. That flower you're touching is real"

"But where is the fragrance of the sweet juniberries?" Coran says, making Allura sniffs the flower again before coming back to reality.

"Huh? That's not Altea"

"When that star goes supernova, it will destroy the entire system. Allura, you must reset the course and get us out of here" Pidge says and Allura goes to the controls but is electrocuted back out of the barrier, caught by Shiro. King Alfor appears.

"Father, please, I beg you to turn this ship around. If we don't do it soon, we will all perish!"

"I know. That is my intention"

"What? Why?"

Don't you see, dear daughter? Zarkon can never be defeated. He's been ruling for ten thousand years"

"But we must continue to fight!"

"Fight for what? It is all over for Altea. You don't have to live a lifetime of war. You can be with me and the rest of your people"

"Father, please! The paladins and I can still stop Zarkon! Somewhere in there, you must want that to happen"

"Allura, my A.I. has been corrupted. You must disconnect my power source" It flickers back "We can stroll across the Blossom Canyon every morning, just like we used to. Remember how much you loved that?"

"I remember. I'll see you soon, Father" Allura turns around "I've got to get into the A.I. chamber to disconnect my father's power source manually"

"But that means losing King Alfor forever!"

"Paladins, get to your Lions! I need you to slow the Castle's descent into the star"

"I can try to override the sytem to open the hangars" Allura and the Paladins leave the control room, leaving Coran and Soul. The Lions comes out of the hangars and push against the ship, using their thrusters. 

==

Allura makes it to the A.I room and goes to the center.

"Don't do this!" King Alfor says.

"You must"

"All my memories, all my knowlegde will be lost forever!"

"Do it, Allura. If you are to live, we must say goodbye"

"I'm sorry about this, Father" Allura goes to touch the container but everything blackens. "Huh?"

"Oh, my dear daughter..." Allura hears laughter and looks over at a memory of her and her father.

"Father..." She looks around to see memories of her and her father, young. Her childhood memories.

"This is not real. This is all in the past" Allura runs through the memories till she stares at the one of her father holding her when she was a baby, her baby laughter filling her ears. She begins crying. King Alfor appears.

"You don't have to fight, Allura. You don't have to make this sacrifice" Allura rushes forward and hugs her father, surprising him.

"Goodbye, Father" King Alfor smiles softly.

"Goodbye Allura" The glass container smashes, as all of King Alfor's memories fade away. Soul, who found her way to the room, goes next to Allura, placing her paw onto her leg. Allura looks to the creature and picks her up, hugging Soul while crying.

"She did it" Coran says, seeing the barrier go away. Alarms start blaring. and the Paladins are still pushing the ship back when Allura's face appears on their screens.

"Paladins, get to your hangars. We're getting out of here" They return to their hangars and they escape through the wormhole just as the star explode. Later, they are all in the control room. Allies is sat down, Coran and Shiro on either side as the Paladins are in front of her

"I'm so sorry about your father, Princess" Shiro says.

"We all are" Y/N adds.

"I'm so sorry about your father Princess"

"Thank you. But that was not my father" Allura stands up "The real King Alfor was a great man and a great father. He may not be here with is anymore, but his dream lives on through all of us, and his legacy is Voltron"

==

Hours later, when everyone has went to bed. Shiro is in the control room, looking into space. He the sound of the door opening, but doesn't turns around.

"What are you doing up so late?" A voice says. They sit next to him and he turns his head to see Y/N.

"Thinking. You?"

"Soul may be small but she's a loud snorer" Shiro chuckles "So watcha thinking about?" Shiro sighs, looking back into Space.

"Just what Sendak said" Y/N looks at him with a frown.

"What did he say?" Shiro's eyes tear up, but he refuses to cry "Shiro? Hey, it's okay-"

"He called me a monster...that I shouldn't be leader of Voltron" Shiro says "He said that even you're disgusted in me" Y/N's smiles softly.

"And you shouldn't believe that for one second" Shiro looks to her and goes to talk but Y/N stops him "I don't care what you look like Shiro, you are my brother. That piece of metal doesn't make me think of you any less" Shiro looks down at his arm.

"But I killed people..."

"You killed them so that you could survive" Y/N sighs "Do you trust me?" Shiro looks at Y/N with confusion.

"What?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes" Y/N takes Shiro's metal hand and places it around her neck "What, what are you doing?!"

"Squeeze" She states. Shiro looks at her in horror "Squeeze as hard as you can" Shiro pulls his hand away quickly, staring at her hard.

"Why did you do that for? I could have hurt you?"

"If you really are a monster, then you would have squeezed my neck, I gave you an easy chance and a monster would have took it, no hesitation" Shiro looks at her "Your not a monster, Shiro. Your just a man who's been broken... and needs someone to help fix him" Y/N says "You may be a pain in my butt sometimes, but your my brother. And I wouldn't change you for the universe" Y/N is suddenly hugged by a teary Shiro.

"I love you" Shiro says, hugging her tight. Y/N hugs back, smiling softly.

"I love you, too" The siblings watch the stars, knowing that as long as they are together, nothing will happen.

[polaris-the-north-star]

go rush episode 60 spoilers

sorry guys, i can't really give you a good, accurate summary of phaser v yuamu because my computer got infected with spamware right before the episode but its all good now :)

i'll try my best with backlog ig

also uh. some stuff might be in the wrong order because of the shenanigains that i have with two different discord servers so

okay uhm. only putting the important parts okay

phaser topdecks kraken, summons him, and sends him to the gy to summon poseidra. redboot gets a fusion and phaser wins obviously

yuuga was there? i dunno

everyone that has been carded is a card that looks like nyandestar's card from uhhh episode 40-ish? and uhhhh they find out who aitsu is

(god ugly ohdo cats. wtf)

the jumpscare cards at the end of episode 57 were a LIE. IT'S A LIE-

next week: in the furry world, yuuga and yuuhi duel with the background of darkness road which is an otes card for some reason and OH WAIT

the complete summary of cat's duel is this:

"Episode 61: キャッツデュエル – Kyattsu Dyueru (Cat’s Duel)

Yuamu notices that she’s now in a strange place that resembles a Field Spell. She then hears some familiar voices. As it turns out, they’re the voices of the friends she’s lost! However, despite being able to reunite with them, Yuamu seems rather disconcerted…"

THE FIELD SPELL HAS RELEVANCY- the creator is otes, and this is his card dimension resembling Darkness Road! wtf is up with konami's foreshadowing these bridge era days

never expected yuuga to get two duels this arc anyway excited for subs as usual :)

[abbygrabska]

The Satan Pit

“Open fire!”

Jefferson and the guard fire at the Ood, while I cower.

“We’re stable. We’ve got orbit.”

I step over the dead bodies of the Ood and grab the communication device once more, trying to see if the Doctor is okay.

“Doctor?” There is static, no reply.

“Doctor, can you hear me? Doctor? Ida? Are you there?”

The computer announces the door opening.

Jefferson and the guard spin around, guns raised and ready for whatever will come through the door, but it’s only Danny.

“It’s me! But they’re coming. It’s the Ood. They’ve gone mad.” “How many of them?” “All of them! All fifty!” Jefferson approaches the door, “Dann,y, out of the way.” Dany doesn’t move so he speaks with more ferocity, “Out of the way!” 

He pushes Danny out of the way of the door.

“Nut they’re armed! They’re da…” Jefferson starts to open the door.

“It’s the interface device. I don’t know how. But they’re using it as a weapon.”

Jefferson opens the door, the Ood are standing on the other side. One of them immediately advances, sticking the communication orb to the guard’s forehead. She screams and slumps to the floor, dead. Jefferson opens fire.

“Jefferson, what’s happening there?”

“I’ve got very little ammunition, sir. How about you?”

“All I’ve got is a bolt gun. With uh… all of one bolt. I could take out a total of one Ood. Fat lot of good that is.” “Given the emergency… I recommend Strategy Nine.” “Strategy Nine agreed. Right, we need to get everyone together. Abby? What about Ida and the Doctor? Any word?”

I shake my head, “I can’t get any reply, just… nothing, I keep trying, but it’s…”

The communication device crackles and the Doctor’s voice comes through, “No! Sorry, I’m fine. Still here!”

I almost cry in relief, “Oh, thank you for responding.”

“You're welcome.” I can hear his smile, “Anyway, it’s both of us, me and Ida. but the seal opened up. It’s gone. All we’ve got left is this chasm.” “How deep is it?” “Can’t tell. It looks like it goes on forever.” “‘The pit is open.’ That’s what the voice said.”

“But there’s nothing? I mean… there’s… nothing coming out?” “No, no. no sign of ‘the beast.’”

“Ida? I recommend that you withdraw. Immediately.” “But… we’ve come all this way!”

“Okay, that was an order. Withdraw. With that thing open, the whole planet shifted. One more inch and we fall into the black hole. So this thing stops now.”

“But it’s not much better up there with the Ood.” “I’m initiating Strategy Nine, so I need the two of you back up top immediately, no ar…”

There’s static.

“Abby, we’re coming back.”

I smile, “The best news I’ve heard all day!” Jefferson releases the safety catch on his gun. He’s looking down at Toby.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“He’s infected. He brought that thing on board. You saw it.” Toby’s eyes widen in shock. He’s cornered, cowering on the floor.

I walk towards him, “Are you gonna start shooting your people, now? Is that what you’re gonna do? Is it?”

“If necessary.”

“Well then, you’ll have to shoot me ‘if necessary’. so what’s it gonna be?” Jefferson pauses as I kneel next to Toby, “Look at his face. Whatever it was, it’s gone. It passed into the Ood. You saw it happen. He’s clean.” Jefferson considers, Toby breathing heavily, frightened.

“Any sign of trouble… I’ll shoot him.” He walks away.

I look at Toby, “Are you all right?”

He’s trembling, “Yeah… I…” He shakes his head, “Don’t know.” “Can you remember anything?” “Just… it was so angry. It was… fury and rage… death…” He meets my eyes< “It was him. It was the devil.” “Come here.” I pull him into a hug.

We wait for Ida and the Doctor to make contact.

“Okay, we’re in. Bring us up.” “Ascension in… three… two… one.” The lights go out.

“This is the Darkness. This is my domain.”

The display on the screen changes to that of several of the Ood standing together, the Beast is using them to communicate, “You little things that live in the light… clinging to your feeble suns… which die in the…”

“That’s not the Ood. Something’s talking through them.”

“Only the Darkness remains.” “This is Captain Zachary Cross Flane of Sanctuary Base Six representing the Torchwood archive. You will identify yourself.”

“You know my name.” “What do you want?” “You will die here. All of you. This planet is your grave.” Toby trembles, “It’s him. It’s him. It’s him…” “If you are the Beast, then answer me this: which one? Hmm? ‘Cos the universe has been busy since you’ve been gone. There are more religions than there are planets in the sky. The Archivits… Pordonity, Christianity… Pash-Pash, New Judaism… Sanclar… Church of the Tin Vagabond, which devil are you?” “All of them.”

“What, then you’re the truth behind the myth?” “This one knows me, as I know him. The killer of his own kind.”

“How did you end up on this rock?” “The disciples of the Light rose against me. And chained me in the pit for all eternity.” “When was this?” “Before time.” “What does that mean?!” “Before time.” “What does ‘before time’ mean?” “Before light and time and space and matter. Before the cataclysm. Before the universe was created.” “That’s impossible. No life could have existed back then.” “Is that your religion?” “It’s a belief.” “You know nothing. All of you. So small. The Captain, is so scared of command. The soldier, haunted by the eyes of his wife. The scientist, still running from daddy. The little boy who lied. The virgin…” Toby turns, on edge. “And the lost girl, so far away from home. The valiant child who will lose the battle so very soon.” “Doctor, what does it mean?”

“Abby, don’t listen.” “What does it mean?” “You will lose… and I will win.”

The footage of the Ood suddenly cuts and is replaced with a roaring horned beast.

Everyone starts speaking over one another.

I start to get overwhelmed, and let out a scream, “STOP IT!”

“If you want voices in the dark, then listen to mine; that thing is playing on very basic fears. Darkness, childhood nightmares, all that stuff.” “But that’s how the devil works.”

“Or a good psychologist.” The Doctor argues back.

“But… how did it know about my father?” The Doctor speaks after a slight pause, “Okay, but what makes his version of the truth any better than mine? Hmm? ‘Cause I’ll tell you what I can see: humans. Brilliant humans. Humans who travel all the way across space. Flying in a tiny little rocket into the orbit of a black hole! Just for the sake of discovery, that’s amazing! Do you hear me? Amazing. All of you. The captain, his officer, his elder, his genius, and his friends. All with one advantage. The Beast is alone. We are not. If we can use that to fight against him…” There’s a loud bang as the cable snaps and falls down the shaft.

Dust wafts onto the exploration deck.

“Doctor! We lost the cable! Doctor, are you all right?” There’s no reply. “Doctor?”

“Comms are down.” “Doctor? Doctor, can you hear me?”

“I’ve still got life signs, but… we’ve lost the capsule.”

“Say something, are you there?”

“There’s no way out. They’re stuck down there.”

We peer down the lift shaft.

“But we’ve got to bring them back.”

“They’re ten miles down. We haven’t got another ten miles of cable.”

A loud bang on the door makes us jump.

“Captain? Situation report.”

“It’s the Ood. they’re cutting through the door bolts. They’re breaking in.”

“Yeah, it’s the same on Door 25.”

“How long’s it gonna take?”

“Well, it’s only a basic frame, it should take ten minutes.” There’s another bang, “Eight.”

“I’ve got a security frame, it might last a bit longer, but that doesn’t help you.”

“Right. So we need to stop them, or get out, or both.” I say.

“I’ll take both, yeah? But how?”

“You heard the Doctor. Why do you think that thing cut him off? ‘Cause he was making sense. He was telling you to think your way out of this.” I turn to them, “Come on! For a start, we need some lights. There’s gotta be some sort of power somewhere.”

Zach speaks bitterly, “There’s nothing I can do. Some captain, stuck in here, pressing buttons.” “That’s what the Doctor meant: press the right buttons.” “They’ve gutted the generators!” He seems to realize something, “But the rocket’s got an independent supply. If I could reroute that… Mr. Jefferson? Open the bypass conduits. Override the safety…”

Jefferson presses some buttons, “Opening bypass conduits, sir.”

“Channeling rocket feed. In 3… 2… 1… power.” The lights come back on.

“There we go.” I turn to Jefferson, “What about that Strategy Nine thing?”

“Not enough power. It needs a hundred percent.”

“All right, we need a way out. Zach, Mr. Jefferson, you start working on that.” I approach Toby, “Toby, what about you?” He stands, “I’m not a soldier, I can’t do anything.”

“No, you’re the archaeologist. What do you know about the pit?” “Well, n-n-nothing. We can’t even translate the language.” I turn away, “Right.” “H-Hold on. Maybe.” I turn back to him, “What is it?”

“Since that thing was inside my head, it’s like the letters made more sense.”

“Well… get to work. Anything you can translate, just… anything.” I go to Danny, “As for you, Danny, you’re in charge of the Ood, any way of stopping them?” “Well… I don’t know.” I pull him over to the computer, “Then find out. The sooner we get control of the base, the sooner we can get the Doctor out.”

I look down the never-ending shaft.

“Open junctions five… six… seven…” There's a bang on the door, “Reroute filters sixteen to twenty-four. Go.” “There are all sorts of viruses that could stop the Ood. Trouble is, we haven’t got them on board.”

I let out a frustrated groan.

The computer beeps, “Oh my god. It says yes! I can do it! Hypothetically, if you flip the monitor, and broadcast a flare… it can disrupt the telepathy! Brainstorm!”

“What happens to the Ood?” “It’ll tank them, spark out!” “Do it then.” “No, but…” He shakes his head, “I’d have to transmit from the central monitor. We need to go to Ood Habitation.”

There’s another bang on the door, causing sparks to fly.

“That’s what we’ll do, then.” I go to Mr. Jefferson, “Any way out?”

“Just about… there’s a network of maintenance tunnels running underneath the base. We should be able to get access from here.” “Ventilation shafts.”

“I appreciate the reference, but there’s no ventilation. No air, in fact, at all. They were designed for machines, not life forms.”

“But, I can manipulate the oxygen field from here. Create discrete pockets of atmosphere… if I control it manually… I can follow you through the network.” “Perfect. Work out a route.”

There's another violent bang on the door.

We’re all ready to enter the maintenance tunnels, but Danny is still at the computer.

“Danny!” “Hold on! Just conforming…” “Dan, you gotta go now!” There's another bang, “Come on!”

The computer beeps.

Danny takes what looks like an orange computer chip from the machine. He shows us as he hurries over to the entrance to the maintenance tunnels.

“Put that in the monitor… and it’s a bad time to be an Ood!” “We’re coming back. Got it? We’re coming back to this room and we’re getting the Doctor out.” I say.

“Okay, Danny, you go first, then you Miss Grabska, then Toby, I’ll go last in defense of position. Now come on! Quick as you can!”

We all lower ourselves down into the tunnels in the order Jefferson specified.

I land next to Danny, “God, it stinks. You all right?” “Yeah, I’m laughing.”

Toby lands beside us.

“Which way do we go?” “Just go straight ahead. Keep going ‘til I say so.” We start crawling through the tunnel, “Straight along until you find junction 7.1. Keep breathing. I’m feeding you air. I’ve got you.”

We reach a junction in the tunnels and sit down, out of breath.

“We’re at 7.1, sir.”

“Okay, I’ve got you… I’m just aerating the next section.”

Danny starts complaining, then Toby.

I sniff the air, my face screwing up in disgust, “Danny, is that you?”

“I’m not exactly happy.” “I’m just moving the air… I’ve got to oxygenate the next section. Now, keep calm… or it’s gonna feel worse.”

There’s a banging from the other end of the tunnel. Jefferson aims his gun.

“What was that?” “The junction in Habitation Five’s been opened, it must be the Ood. They’re in the tunnels!”

“Well, open the gate!”

“I’ve gotta get the air in!” “Just open it!” “Where are they? Are they close?”

“Dont know, I can’t tell - I can’t see them… the computer doesn’t register Ood as proper life forms.”

“Whose idea was that?”

Danny practically roars into his communicator, “Open the gate!” The gate opens and we lunge through it.

“Danny, turn left. Immediate left.’ We crawl through the tunnel as fast as we can.

“The Ood, sir, can’t you trap them? Cut off the air?”

“Not without cutting off yours.” “Danny, turn right. Go right! Go fast, Dan, they’re gonna catch up!”

Danny does as he says, frantic.

“I’ll maintain defense of position!” “You can’t stop!”

Jefferson sits down, aiming his gun, “Miss Grabska, that’s my job. You’ve got your task, now see to it.”

Toby nudges me along.

We move on, leaving Jefferson. We can hear the shots as we crawl as fast as possible. As we reach the next junction Danny shouts into his communicator, “8.2. Open 8.2. Zach!” “I’ve got to aerate it!” “Open it now!” “I’m trying.” Danny thumps on the gate, desperately.

I grab his arm, “Danny, stop it. That’s not helping.” “Zach, get it open!”

“Jefferson… I’ve gotta open 8.2 by closing 8.1. You’ve got to get past the junction, now move. That’s an order, now move! I’m gonna lose oxygen, Jefferson, I can’t stop for your dramatics!” Gate 8.2 opens, allowing us through. “Come on!” Danny shouts as he crawls through.

“Danny, turn left and head for 9.2. That’s the last one. Jefferson… you’ve gotta move faster. Move!” “Mr. Jefferson, come on!” Toby pushes me forward, “Keep going!”

“Regret to inform, sir... I was a bit slow. Not so fast, these days.”

“I can’t open 8.1, john. Not without losing air for the others.” “And quite right too, sir. I think I bought them a little time.” We reach the end of the tunnel.

“There’s nothing I can do, Jefferson. I’m sorry.” “You’ve done enough, sir. Made an outstanding captain under the circumstances.” I’m close to tears.

“I ask, if you can’t add oxygen to this section… can you speed up the process of its removal?” “I don’t understand. What do you mean?” “Well… if I might choose the manner of my departure, sir… lack of air seems more natural than… well… let’s say… death by Ood.” His voice rises, “I’d appreciate it, sir!” “Godspeed, Mr. Jefferson.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Report… Officer John Maynard Jefferson PKD… deceased… with honors.” We sit in the tunnel in silence.

“43K2.1.”

“Zach… we’re at the final junction. 9.2. And er… if my respects could be on record. He saved our lives.” “Noted. Opening 9.2.” The gate opens. The Ood are right behind it, waiting for us.

We scrabble away, shocked.

“Lower 9.2. Zach, lower it!”

“Back! Back! Back!” “We can’t go back! The gang point’s sealed off, we’re stuck!” I look up and notice grilling above my head, “Come on!”

I shove it out of the way.

I emerge through the floor of the corridor above. Danny follows.

“Come on! Toby, come on! Toby, get out of there!” He scrambles up, “Help me! Oh, my god, help me!” We hoist him through the hole. More Ood approach from one end of the corridor.

“It’s this way.”

We follow Danny along the corridor.

“Hurry up!” We burst through the doors into Ood Habitation, and rush over to the computer. The Ood already inside look up at our arrival.

“Get it in!”

“Danny, get down.”

The Ood are making their way up the stairs towards us.

“Danny, get that thing transmitting!” Danny shoves it into the computer. The reading goes down to Basic 0. The Ood clutch at their heads and stumble about. They finally collapse to the floor.

“You did it! We did it!” “Yes!”

I laugh in delight, throwing my arms around Danny, then hugging Toby. “Zach, we did it. The Ood are down. Now we’ve gotta get the Doctor.”

“I’m on my way.”

I run from Ood Habitation.

We reach the exploration deck. 

I pick up the comm, “Doctor? Are you there? Doctor? Ida? Can you hear me?” “The comms are still down. I can patch them through the central desk and boost the signal. Just give me a minute.”

Zach starts to work at the computer.

“Doctor? Are you there? Doctor, Ida? Can you hear me? Are you there, Doctor?”

“He’s gone.” “What do you mean, ‘he’s gone’?” I feel dread form in the pit of my stomach.

“He fell. Into the pit. And I don’t know how deep it is, miles and miles and miles.” “But… what do you mean ‘he fell’?” “I couldn’t stop him. He said your name…” Zach gently tugs the comm away from me, “I’m sorry.” I don’t respond.

“Ida? There’s no way of reaching you. No cable, no backup… you’re ten miles down… We can’t get there.”

“You should see this place, Zach. It’s beautiful. Well, I wanted to discover things… and here I am.”

“We’ve got to abandon the base. I’m declaring this mission unsafe. All we can do is make sure no one ever comes here again.”

“But we’ll never find out what it was?” “Well, maybe that’s best.”

“Yeah.” “Officer Scott…” “It’s all right. Just go. Good luck.”

“Thank you.” Zach sets down the comm, “Danny, Toby, close down the feed links. Get the retrotopes online. Then get to the rocket, strap yourselves in. we’re leaving.” I turn to him, “I’m not going.” “Abby, there’s space for you.” “No.” I shake my head, “I’m gonna wait for the Doctor. Just like he waited for me.” Zach speaks gently, “I’m sorry, but… he’s dead.” “You don’t know him. Cause he’s not…” I sob, “I’m telling you, he’s… he’s not… and even if he was, how could I leave him? All on his own, all the way down there? No. I’m gonna stay.” Zach nods, “Then I apologize for this. Danny, Toby, make her secure.”

Danny and Toby grab my arms.

“No, no! No! No! Let me go!” I scream at them, “Get off me! I’m not leaving!”

Zach plunges a needle into my arm.

Everything goes black.

I wake up, strapped into a seat on the rocket.

“I’m not going anywhere!” I tug at my seatbelt, “Get me out of this thing! Get me out!”

Zach announces the lift-off. I grab the bolt gun and aim at Zach, “Take me back to the planet.” He doesn’t turn so I shout, “Take me back!”

“Or what?” “Or I’ll shoot.”

He finally turns to me, “Would you, though? Would you really? Is that what your Doctor would want?”

I hold his gaze for a moment, before slumping back in the chair, and dropping the gun.

“Sorry, but it’s too late anyway. Take a look outside. We can’t turn back. This is what the Doctor would have wanted.”

I look out the window.

Toby starts to laugh as I buckle my seatbelt.

“What’s the joke?”

“Just… we made it. We escaped. We actually did it.”

“Not all of us.” I sulk.

“We’re not out of it yet. We’re still the first people in history to fly away from a black hole. Toby read me the stats.” “Gravity funnel holding, sir. Always holding. Stats. At 53, funnel status at 66.5. Hull pressure constant. Smooth as we can, sir. All the way back home.” I stare out the window.

“Coordinates set for Planet Earth.” I think for a moment, “It doesn’t make sense. We escaped, but there are a thousand ways it could’ve killed us. It could’ve ripped out the air, burnt us, or anything. But it let us go. Why? Unless it wanted us to escape…”

“Hey, Abby, do us a favor…” Toby speaks nastily, “Shut up.” I stare at him.

“Almost there. We’ll be beyond the reach of the black hole in 40… 39…”

The rocket begins to shake violently.

“What happened? What was that?!” “What’s he doing? What is he doing?” “We’ve lost the funnel! Gravity collapse!” “What does that mean?” I ask.

“We can’t escape. We’re headed straight for the black hole!” The rocket turns back on itself and spirals towards the black hole.

I look out the window, “it’s the planet. The planet’s moving. It’s falling.” I sit back in my seat and glance at Toby. he’s glaring at me, eyes red, the symbols have broken out onto his skin again.

“I am the rage. And the bile and the ferocity. I am the Prince and the Fall and the Darkness…” “Stay where you are, the ship’s not stable!” Toby expels a burst of flames from his mouth, “I shall never die! The thought of me is forever! In the bleeding hearts of men, in their vanity and obsession and lust…” I pick up the bolt gun.

“Nothing shall ever destroy me. Nothing!”

“Wanna bet?” I fire the gun, shattering the glass. I undo Toby’s seatbelt and he gets sucked through the window and into outer space, headed straight for the black hole.

“Emergency shield!” Zach presses a button and the emergency shield activates, covering the gaping hole. 

The rocket continues to shake and shudder, headed toward the black hole.

“We’ve still lost the gravity funnel. We can’t escape the black hole!” “But we stopped him. That’s what the Doctor would’ve done.” “Some victory, we’re going in.” The rocket continues to spiral toward the black hole.

“The planet’s lost orbit! It’s falling!”

The computer screen indicates the planet has fallen into the black hole, then goes blank.

“The planet’s gone. I’m sorry.” “Accelerate. I did my best. But hey, first Human Beings to fall inside a black hole. How about that? History.” I shut my eyes. We all hold on tight as the rocket shakes violently.

Suddenly it stops. “What happened?”

We all lean to one side as the rocket turns.

“We’re… turning.” Zach looks at the screen, “We’re turning around. We’re turning away!” The comm springs to life.

“Sorry about the hijack, Captain. This is the good ship tardis. Now, first thing’s first, have you got Abby Grabska on board?” I quickly answer, “I’m here! Oh, my god!” I laugh, “Where are you?”

“I’m just towing you home. Gravity-schmavity. My people practically invented black holes. Well, in fact, they did. In a couple of minutes, we’ll be nice and safe. Oh, and captain, can we do a wap? Say, if you give me Abby Grabska, I’ll give you Ida Scott? How about that?”

“She’s alive!”

“Yes! Thank god!” “Yeah! Bit of oxygen starvation, but she should be all right. I couldn’t save the Ood. I only had time for one trip. They went down with the planet. Ah! Entering clear space, end of the line, mission closed.” I smile to myself.

I open the doors of the Tardis. The Doctor looks up and smiles. We run to each other, and the Doctor lifts me in a hug.

“Zach? We’ll be off, now. Have a good trip home.” We stand side by side at the tardis console, “And next time you get curious about something… oh… what’s the point? You’ll just go blundering in. The human race…”

“But Doctor, what did you find down there? That creature, what was it?” “I don’t know! Never did decipher that writing. But that’s good! The day I know everything? Might as well stop.”

“What do you think it was? Really?” I ask.

“I think… we beat it. That’s good enough for me.” “It said I was gonna lose the battle.” He catches my eye, “Then it lied.”

I smile.

“Right, onwards, upwards, Ida, see you again, maybe!” “I hope so.” “And thanks, boys!”

“Hang on though, Doctor. You never really said… you two… who are you?” “Oh…” He looks at me, “The stuff of legend.”

He pulls a lever and we watch the rotor rise and fall with smiles on our faces.

[dzthenerd490]

Addendum X-7 Part 4

After trying to open several doors Paris finally found one that lead to somewhere new. He peaked inside to see four zombies wandering inside.

Paris: Alright, Billy come with me, I'm going to clear out this room and I need someone to watch my back. Can I trust you on that?

Billy: ... Yes sir.

Paris: Good stay close.

Paris slammed the door open, getting the zombies attention, not that it did them any good as Paris quickly used his SMGs to start gunning them down. It ended up being a lot easier than expected so Paris just grabbed some stuff like a Mircofilm and some ammo. 

Billy: Hey Paris, look at this.

Paris then went over to Billy to see him looking through a poem.

Paris: Let me guess it's a riddle to unlocking more doors?

Billy: Wouldn't be surprised.

Paris: ugh... fuck it, take the poem just in case.

Billy: Yes sir.

Paris and Billy left the room and reunited with Rebecca, Hong Kong, and New York who were waiting for them outside. 

Paris: Alright, this is a dead end, we need more options.

New York: How about we start blasting doors down.

Paris: New York, shut the fuck up!

Rebecca: How about those Mircofilms, I think I know a place where we can watch them.

Hong Kong: Finally, was wondering what to do with these worthless things.

Paris: Alright, lead the way, Rebecca.

Rebecca nodded and led everyone down the stairs to the lower level then to the door to the left of the room. On the other side was a hallway, thankfully not containing a single zombie so the group passed through quickly. Finally, they found a room with some kind of projector and more zombies. Paris was first to fire with Hong Kong and Rebecca covering him. New York and Bill stayed back but raised their shotguns in case the zombies got too close. Though the battle ended pretty quickly so Rebecca just went over to the projector.

Rebecca: hm... aha! I was right! This is where the microfilms go!

Paris: Good work Rebecca let's get these-

Hong Kong: Wait, wait, wait! I just thought of something, what if this is an Info Hazard? I mean, we all know the Sarkites aren't below using info-hazards. 

Paris and New York looked at one another unsure of themselves but Rebecca and Billy just looked at one another in confusion. Rebecca just put in the Mircofilms and an image projected.

Paris: Ah! Rebecca what did you... do?

All that was presented, was a picture of a room and some numbers drawn over it. 

New York: huh? Hey, that looks like the cathedral room!

Billy: Yeah, looks like a key to some kind of code.

Rebecca: Ha! So, it was important after all!

Rebecca looked at Hong Kong and Paris with a smile; however, even with their masks on she could tell they were glaring at her with anger. 

Paris: Rebecca... do. not. do. something. like. that. without. my. permission. again!

Rebecca: ... yes sir.

Paris sighed in disappointment and used his Foundation Computer Screen Pad to take a picture of the image. A floppy disc then popped out of projector; Rebecca made sure Paris saw it before grabbing it. He reluctantly nodded and she took it.

Paris: Alright we got some useful new info, let's move out.

No one really said anything as they left the room, however halfway through the hallway they all stopped as what appeared in front of them was. 

Hong Kong: Holy shit!

Billy: What the hell is that?!

It was a humanoid monster made entirely of infected leeches all gathered together.

Paris: New York!

New York: On it, boss!

New York ran forward and fired his Necrosis Venom shotgun at the abomination. However, all that happened was the leeches hit with the Venom coated pellets fell and started dying while the rest started screeched in anger. 

New York: uh oh.

The monster punched New York in the stomach forcing him to fly back toward the corner of the hallway. 

Rebecca: New York! 

Paris: Everyone, get back! 

Paris armed one of his UV Flash grenades and threw it at the monster, thankfully the leeches absorbed it into the body. Once it went off a majority of the leeches were burned, and the rest were stomped on or shot at by the group. Afterwards Rebecca quickly helped New York up who thankfully suffered no injuries.

New York: Ugh... Fuck! Is that all of them?!

Rebecca: I hope so.

Hong Kong: Jesus Christ, what the fuck was that?! 

Paris: That was the leech swarm that forms into human shapes we saw on the train. It's what almost got me and Rebeca.

New York: Ouch!

Everyone turned back to New York who slapped a leech off of his chest and quickly stomped on it to death. New York then fell back to the wall and slumped to the ground.

New York: Aw fuck, the little shit bit me.

Rebecca: Ah! It's okay! I got more herbs!

Rebecca ran to New York, grabbed some herbs, and showed them to New York, who shielded away from them with his arms.

New York: Ugh, shouldn't you at least ground them up first or something? I mean you could chew them up and then kiss them into my mouth.

Rebecca: Just eat them!

Rebecca forcefully took off New York's mask and shoved two green herbs in his mouth. New York nearly gabbed but Rebecca forced his mouth closed as he chewed and swallowed. Only after he was done did Rebecca let him go and helped him up.

Rebecca: Is he okay?

Paris: He's fine, Biohazard levels are already decreasing in his blood. Good work Rebecca.

New York: Eugh! Why the fuck does medicine always taste like shit?

Rebecca: Medicine prioritizes health, not taste. quit complaining and just be glad you're alive already.

New York groaned but remained silent, now that everyone was okay, they continued out of the hallway and back to the main lobby. However, they all stopped and looked at Billy who now looked at them all in confusion.

Billy: Uh what's up?

Billy however, started hearing slithering and slime sounds behind him, essentially answering his question. Billy barrel rolled forward, quickly turned around, and started shooting at the humanoid leech swarm slowly going towards them. Rebecca and New York started firing with their shotguns as well to take out as many of the leeches as possible. Meanwhile Paris armed one of his UV flash grenades, as soon as he threw it, he gave the order to retreat. The group ran out of the hallway with Hong Kong being last, who quickly slammed the door shut just in time as the grenade went off. All that could be heard afterwards, was the sizzling sound of leeches being fried. 

New York: Argh! You know what, fuck this place!

Paris: Nothing we can do about that until backup gets here or we find a way out. I'm guessing this image will be a key to a code of some kind.

Paris was looking at his Foundation Computer Screen Pad where the image they got earlier was, he then looked to Rebecca who still had the Floppy disk. 

Paris: Alright lets go back to the cathedral but keep your eyes peeled everybody. For all we know there are more of those leech abominations waiting around to attack.

Everyone nodded, Paris then gave the order to move out and everyone followed him to the cathedral. Thankfully no hostiles showed up on the way there, so they just entered the cathedral without worry. Upon entering Paris asked Rebecca for the floppy disk and went over to the main podium where he found a slot to insert it into. The computer in the podium activated and started displaying a code, Paris got his Foundation Pad again and looked at the code as well as the image to figure it out. 

Paris: Oh, great it's one of those codes.

Hong Kong: Nothing too complicated right boss?

Paris: No... just annoying. Ahem! Billy! Go over to that computer panel right there! 

Billy looked to where Paris was pointing, he was confused but shrugged it off and did as he asked.

Paris: Alright good, Rebecca, you go to that panel over there.

Rebecca smiled and did as Paris ordered.

Paris: Alright now Billy, press the red button in front of you. Rebecca, you press yours after Billy, that should be it! 

Both Billy and Rebecca did as ordered, suddenly everyone could hear metal moving and cogs turning all around them. A loud noise drew their attention to a door on the right of the cathedral, it had two metal knight statues using their swords to block the entrance. Suddenly they raised their swords and the door unlocked. Paris could hear that there a similar sound through the walls, much farther away meaning other doors were unlocked as well. 

New York: Haha! Alright we're out of here!

Paris: We're out of THIS place, there's no telling what's on the other side of those doors. But unfortunately, we'll be sitting ducks otherwise, so we need to check it out. Everyone on me.

New York groaned but did the same as everyone else and grouped behind Paris as he took point in opening the doors. Beyond the doors, they entered a hallway where a few zombies were. Paris quickly headshot the one at the corner, and the other one in the middle of the hallway. 

Paris: Alright, let's stop here and check this room out for possible supplies and keys.

Billy grabbed one doorknob and Hong Kong grabbed the other. Rebecca and New York got their shotguns up to shot down any possible hostiles. However, once the doors opened, inside the room was not something anyone was expecting. It looked to be a private library but in the middle of the room was a giant Chessboard with a few giant chess pieces.

Billy: What the hell?

New York: You have got to be kidding me.

Rebecca: Woah, this is actually kinda cool.

Paris: Don't touch the giant chess pieces for all you know their cursed with Sarkic magic. Let's just get whatever ammo we can and get out of here.

New York and Billy did as Paris orders and collected the ammo lying around. However, Rebecca went over to the desk and noticed a similar chessboard. She tried moving the chessboard but couldn't as it was attacked to the desk. That was when Rebecca realized what it all is.

Rebecca: Paris! Come over here!

Paris walked over to Rebecca at her request.

Rebecca: Look at this chessboard, I can't move it because it's attached to the desk but look at the pieces their the exact same as the ones at the middle of the room. I think if we arrange those large pieces in the correct order we can-

Suddenly Paris grabbed the chessboard and ripped it off of the desk, it clearly took effort for him but as he did sparks flew as the machinery holding it place was ripped apart. Furthermore, Paris threw it deep into the wall; Rebecca could tell from this alone that the board was as heavier than steel, yet Paris threw it like no big deal. However, Paris was focused on her shock instead he was more focused on the book under the chessboard.

Paris: Huh, what a find, good work Rebecca.

Paris: Uh... thank you, Sir.

Paris: Book of Evil, hm... Oh great... Another diary form Dr. Marcus. Everyone, listen up! This might have useful intel.

Everyone focused on Paris as he started reading form the book of Evil.

Paris: Ahem, we finally found it! The new virus I will now dub the "progenitor" virus. Furthermore, Spencer wants to start a company called Umbrella. I couldn't care any less than I already do, but the resources within said company can ensure my research will go on without fail! Okay... a few days pass... Ah, ahem, Spencer has asked me to be the director of his new training facility, perfect I can indoctrinate others into the Children of the Black Egg clan! Like my beloved leeches we will feed off of Umbrella and grow stronger through its blood! Okay... hm... Ah, Spencer keeps complaining that I'm doing too much experimentation with the virus, the fool treats it like a money-spinning tool! Damn him and his growing influence! No matter, my children are rising through the ranks, soon Umbrella will be mine. Okay moving on... At last! I have found a way to strengthen my beloved leeches! By mixing their DNA with the progenitor I was able to create a new virus that makes them bigger, stronger, and smarter than ever! I call this new virus the T-Virus! T for Tyrant, fitting since my leeches will be able to use the virus to conquer everything around them like tyrants. Of course, more research and experimentation are needed but soon the Children of the Black Egg clan will rise again! 

Hong Kong: ... Woah, Paris. You should be a stage actor.

Paris: Shut the fuck up, Hong Kong... Ugh... fuck it just goes on and on about his leeches and how he's making them stronger by having them feed on Umbrella Employees trying to stop his research. Apparently, he was close to taking over umbrella, but Spencer stopped his researcher, so he entrusted two people to stop him. Albert and Willian are the only names given. 

Rebecca froze up as she heard that name, her visible fear grabbed the attention of everyone in the room.

Hong Kong: Rebecca? What's wrong?

Rebecca: Albert... No, it couldn't be but... I know of someone in S.T.A.R.S. known as Albert Wesker.

Paris then froze up.

Paris: Aw fuck.

New York: Oh god boss not you two.

Paris: Wesker... that's not a name I wanted to hear today.

Rebecca: You know Albert too?

Paris: No, but I do know his family. You see back in the 1970's the Global Occult Coalition found a group of extraordinarily intelligent children, each one having the last name "Wesker". They were all talented, smart, and strong. As such they took most of them in and tried to raise them as top researchers and soldiers. However, as time went on these children either grew up violent, mentally ill, or made secret plans of their own to take over the GOC. As such out of fear the leaders of the GOC had them all executed even the ones that proved their loyalty. Weirdly, the orphanage they came form was taken down and the organization, the spencer Foundation I believe it's called, was never heard from again. 

Billy: Wait spencer, isn't that the guy that asked Dr. Marcus to join Umbrella!

Hong Kong: God damn it! So, umbrella has ties everywhere!

Paris: Their a Group of Interest alright, we'll have to report this as soon as evac gets here!

Rebecca: But wait, maybe the book has more stuff in it.

Paris: hm... no it's all just vague wording and ego boosting... wait... Oh fuck... It's not just Marcus there are other Neo-Sarkite clans within Umbrella. Apparently, some of them are within the board as well. They are trying to use the company to unite the clans as fast as possible to build a new Deathless Empire!

Billy: ... Yeah, this exactly how I was expecting today to go. To find out a pharmaceutical company being the front for a bunch of psychos and cultists creating a new world order. 

Hong Kong: Welcome to the club man, this is like a regular Tuesday for us.

Paris: Alright enough, I think it's obvious it at this point it's not just this James Marus or that opera freak; it's the entirety of Umbrella. We need to get out of here and contact the higher ups. Umbrella is a massive threat that needs to be taken down as fast as possible.

Billy: That's going to be easier said than done. Umbrella is a powerhouse for a pharmaceutical company. I heard they had medical procedures that have an 79% chance of getting rid of all forms of cancer. 79%... of ALL forms of cancer... No one has ever been able to do that. I mean at that point you gotta ask if it's even worth it.

Paris: ... All Sarkites, both Proto or Neo, want to turn the world into a collective of flesh where everything and everyone is made of nothing but flesh. All living, none dead, just one giant monster with billions of crying voices all over the world... Umbrella is going down and It's going to be fucking worth it. 

Billy just remained silent as Paris passed him by and left the room, Rebecca looked at Hong Kong fearfully who nodded. Neither Billy nor Rebecca said anything as they left the room along with everyone else. Earlier today the world seemed so simple earlier today and now they know that Sarkites a cult of flesh freaks exist within the world. 

Paris: Hey, what the-? 

Everyone suddenly looked back to Paris as he was holding the book in confusion. He shook it around and it suddenly opened to let out what looked like a bat wing piece to a statue. 

New York: Hey! Isn't that a piece to that statue Rebecca has?

Rebecca pulled out the statue from her bag and walked up to Paris. Paris gave her the wing and she put it into the statue, sure enough it fit. 

Rebecca: So, it is useful!

Paris: Hm, that also means there's other pieces for that white statue as well. We'll have to keep a look out for that as well. Alright then let's move out.

After they left the room, the group continued down the hallway, but Rebecca then noticed another room.

Rebecca: Paris, permission to access this room?

Paris: Hm, granted.

Rebecca nodded and took point as Paris got ready to open the door for her. Once he did Rebecca walked in with her shotgun ready, which turned out to be a good call as the room had zombies inside. Rebecca shot the first one, killing it with a single head shot and Paris backed her up by shooting the other two behind the first one. Once all the zombies where dead Rebecca went right to searching for useful resources though all she found was ammo and a strange note. 

Paris: What's that?

Rebecca: Something about mixing chemicals to make sulfuric Acid.

Hong Kong: Don't really need acid right now.

New York: Could be useful later, keep it so we make some if we ever need to.

Rebecca: Wow, that's the smartest thing you've said all day.

New York: The fuck did you say to me you little-

Paris: New York! Cool it!

New York, just groaned in anger; at the same time Billy entered the room.

Hong Kong: What the-? Billy! Where were you? 

Billy: Checking the hallway to make sure none of those leech freaks are around, I didn't find any, but I did find out that unfortunately the rest of the hallway is a dead end. We hit another roadblock, Paris.

New York: God damn it! 

Paris: Damn, maybe theirs's a room we haven't checked yet.  

Paris got out his Computer Screen pad, went to the photo of the maps and started crossing off everywhere they already went. 

Paris: We've been there, and there, there too, and there... wait! There's one room we missed! There's a hidden library next to the main library you know the place that looks like a hotel lobby.

New York: Great back tracking.

Billy: Come on, if we're lucky that room might have another key for us to use.

New York just grunted and followed Paris like the rest of the group to the room.

***

Thankfully it didn't take the group long to get to the room thought once they got to it the door was locked. Paris looked inside through the glass and could see zombies wandering inside. 

Billy: Hey, look at that candle up there.

The group looked at where Billy pointed and sure enough there was a candle holder up there with a candle.

Billy: If I'm a betting man this is another puzzle, thankfully it's a simple one. We just need to light the candle and-

Paris quickly kicked the door down and used his SMGs to head shot all of the zombies withing the room extremely quickly. 

Billy: ... or you could do that.

Rebecca: Paris doesn't like wasting time.

Billy: Yeah, I noticed.

The group looked around the room in hopes of finding a key of any kind or perhaps a map leading to an exit. Rebecca found an elevated position and walked up to it to find a bookshelf seemingly blocking the way to something. She tried pushing it, but it was too heavy, she then tried kicking it repeatedly which did move it albeit very slowly. As such Paris walked up to her and moved the bookshelf very easily with a single hand. 

Paris: You could have just asked for help.

Rebecca: Hmph, you could have just let me do it myself.

Paris and Rebecca turned back to what the bookshelf was hiding and sure enough it was another book, this one being called the book of Good.

Paris: Think it's pretty obvious what's in this book. 

Paris opened the book and flipped through the pages until he found the fake part of the book where the angel wings of the white statue were held. 

Paris: Great! They were both here. Now both statues should be complete.

Rebecca: Well sure, but what are we even supposed to use them for?

Billy: Hey, wait wasn't there a scale in the main lobby room? What if that's where the statues go. Maybe it will lead to a secret passage out of here.

Hong Kong: That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard! ... He's probably right, let's do it.

***

After the group left the room, they made their way quickly to the main room and immediately found the statue with the scales. Paris first tried weighing them down with his arms but nothing happened.

Paris: Just wanted to be sure we didn't waist our time with another easy to pass puzzle.

Rebecca then grabbed the statues from her bag, completed the white one, and placed one on each scale. Once she did this everyone heard mechanisms and cogs turning form within the walls, suddenly the portrait of James Marcus lowered into the ground revealing a secret passage. 

Billy: Heh, what did I tell ya.

Hong Kong: ... Honestly if the higher ups decided to destroy Umbrella it won't be soon enough.

Paris: Alright let's move.

The group followed Paris down the secret passage leading to stairs that went further down. The stairs ended in an eerie concrete hallway, giving off the vibes it was used to hide more heinous experiments. Unfortunately, this was proven correct when Paris entered the hallway first and saw a giant spider on the celling. 

Paris: FUCKING CHRIST!

Paris quickly started shooting at the Spider and didn't stop till it fell to the ground dead, afterwards he shot it a few more times only to kick its head in, ensuring it was dead.

Paris: God damn it, I hate spiders! 

Billy: Damn, I used to think Arachnophobes were exaggerating, but this? This is enough to give anyone a heart attack. 

Soon skittering and strange noises could be heard down the hall.

Hong Kong: Fuck! You hear that?

Paris: Shotguns forward with New York in the lead! Hong Kong and I will provide support!

New York: Heh, sure, I love killing spiders!

The group moved forward down the hallway and shot down any spider that showed up to stop them. Thankfully only about three more spiders showed up. Finally, they made it to the end of the hall where they found a strange room that had modern books and lambs but still gave off a medieval feeling to it. 

New York: Fuck... Dungeons and Dragons.

Hong Kong: More like Cultists and Psycho's

Billy: You can say that again

Everyone turned to Billy who was holding some files on one of the desks. 

Billy: Damn... that bastard Marcus really did sacrifice his on researchers and employees for experiments or just killed them when they stepped out of line. He's got lists and lists of names as well as how he delt with each of them. 

Paris: Typical Sarkic pricks, alright, we need to keep moving, I highly doubt those spiders are the worst things down here so let's avoid staying in one place for too long... Are you alright with that New York?

Everyone then turned to New York expecting him to groan like normal but instead he snickered as he stood up straight seemingly fired up.

New York: Sure am, I really hate mazes, but I can deal with this dungeon crawling shit. I mean we already saw giant bugs, zombies, and mutant leeches that turn into people. What could be worse than that?

Paris nodded in approval thinking that New York was finally done complaining. The group then moved to the next room where they immediately entered what looked to be a dungeon. Everyone looked around in shock and disgust, there were a few bones, the walls were crimson red from dry blood, and there were chained cuffs on the walls also coated in dry blood. 

New York: ... I wanna go home.

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Church speaks over radio sounds

Church: Ahuh-huh-huh excuse me.

Cut to Caboose inside Sheila

Caboose: Now that Church is possessed by O'Malley and is evil, do you think we'll have to kick him off the team? Then it would be just me and my sidekick Tucker. That's not a lot o' people on the team... Also I don't like Tucker. Oh, I know: maybe we could convince one of the Reds to switch sides! Then we can give them Tucker. That would fix both problems!

The phone starts ringing

Sheila: I don't know, that doesn't seem like it would work.

Caboose: Oh, Church is calling me. Prob'ly to ask me to be his new best friend. Or to infect me with a horrible computer virus. Excuse me for a minute, Sheila. I have to take this.

Sheila: Affirmative.

Caboose clicks on the radio

Caboose: Yes! Hello, evil Church. What can I do for ya?

Church: So Wyoming, you just showed up here and decided to attack us.

Caboose: Uh, my name is Caboooose...

Church: And now you've caught us at gunpoint, and it looks like we're in big trouble.

Caboose: Uh that doesn't sound like something I would do. I think you have the wrong number.

Church: Here at Red Base. Wyoming. You found us and are holding us prisoner. At the Red base. Wyoming.

Caboose: Ah Red Base no, uh, I'm in the ship. The shiiiip. Sheila, I think O'Malley has driven him crazy, uhm, he's talking nonsense.

Church: If only someone nearby, someone with access to a tank, somehow knew what was going on, and could help us. Someone for instance, in blue armor. Who somehow knew about the situation, and figured out what the fuck other people were talking about, and tried to fucking help us, and then we would be saved.

Caboose: Yeah, he's definitely crazy.

The tank drives off in the background

Caboose: Hey Sheila, where's the tank part of you going?

[thefourpointedstar]

bored so im going to write some randomish idea's of TheFourPointedStar ok so basicly The Four Pointed Star can travel to any multiverse-timeline-universe Because its all stacked ontop of eachother???? It can basicly go everywhere ever???? Oh but its difficult to traverse the spaces inbetween universes--- Or the gaps if you were, because you cant just go nowhere. also alot of Stardust™ (Tiny fragments of the FourPointedStar because it was shattered, keep up) is in the void so whomever is looking for the shards has to jump off the edge of a multiverse and or universe (imo multiversal gaps are allot bigger than universal gaps bth) Also due to the nature of the fragments of the FourPointedStar they are always... er- the light from them travels instantly to anyone, no matter the distance. Moving on TheFourPointedStar can take idea's and mechanics from worlds, and impose those idea's onto other's. oh and like inside TheFourPointedStar the floor is endless-- You've heard this before have you not? There are trillions of people inside TheFourPointedStar at any given time, They are basicly livestock, Passively generating WIllpower and other sparks-- Have i explain willpower and sparks? I dont think so! Ok so willpower Powers the FourPointedStar, Giving it drive and other stuff, The sparks instill emotions and change the perception of others. And perception is everything to TheFourPointedStar. All of my oc's have a connection to TheFourPointedStar and have some amount of it inside of them-- Its like radiation or microplastics, Get nearby and you are already... infected? Its basicly a parasite draining the willpower of anyone its connected to-- OH AND!!!! It stops any mind altering "attacks" Like booze, And other drugs-- AND prevents mindcontrol of anykind-- Basicly it protects your mind no matter what... no matter what. (this is a opt in feature, You are still allowed to get absolutely sloshed if you so desire... but No matter what you will be immune to mindcontrol... Unless you disable it directly BECAUSE) TheFourPointedStar has so MANY FUCKIJG AI's IN IT- And a built in computer--- and browser (you have to manually connect it to a universe's internet but outside of that theres the entirety of 2030's internet preserved inside of it... But you'll get bored of reading and watching slop after the 7 billionth ai cooking with gorgon brandy show. so just connect it to some random world and watch some anime-- Or better yet go to those worlds and fuck shit up like the horrible trickster god you are.) oh and have i mentioned that you can reset everything ever with it???? Back to zero-- Or one as it were???? one universe one timeline???? and its never ever been used???? (outside of the time where Bob got sad that his husband Alousko died [but not really] and nearly reset everything???? but was stopped and shattered???? and that happened like uh... lets go with 47 years before Eshuary was born from his three dads {They broke themselves into three pieces and did not do the sex because selfcest... ew to a that extent and also one of them is asexual |It was Kertzweil and the selfcesters not to be were Alousko and... T... t.. um...oh! Terminus[Terminus was alousko for a couple weeks before his personality drifted too far-- he was basicly a copy without his shadow, so basicly without his soul-- and he was drifting away from what he once was due to him developing a soul- er i mean Shadow. its basicly the same shut up!!!!]}) (got that was long winded) um... i have nothing else bye!!!! this was written at 4:am!!!!!!!!!!

[galacticrps]

Finally, they were done with all of that, at least for now. That took way too long. He'd come back and sat on the bed again, where Ren was now near too. He looks over at him. "Yeah, should be fine," He said and nods. ...Are they going to Strade's? Probably not, no. If it were that easy to do... he wished he could've called someone on him for what he did. But Lawrence would probably get in trouble too. That'd be his luck - they'd find out all the things he'd done as well. Not risking it. "Uh, I don't think so. They're going to replace all my stuff," He told him. "I hope it doesn't take too long..." For now though, they should be alright. He doesn't have no food or anything, just... not a ton, and they've got the internet and stuff working on the computer, so there's that at least to pass time as well. Oh, wait. He'd almost forgotten about what he said the other night. "Hey, Ren. Did you... um, did you want me to help clean up your hands and stuff..?" He knows there was other things, but those were probably the worst, he was guessing. And either way, they probably should look at it. Best not to leave stuff like that alone for too long. Could get infected or whatever else.

Special Treat

[6mommymilkers9]

Could I request for headcanons of TMNT 2014 turtles heard their usually sweet crush GN Reader singing Wolf in A Sheep's Clothing by Set It Off?

Oooh! I remember this song from middle school. Brings back memories. I hope you enjoy! Remember requests are open!!

TMNT Bayverse! Turtles hearing GN! Reader sing to a different type of music

Raphael

• Oh god where do I start. You and Raphael were an unlikely pair to begin with. The terrapin knew there was something more about you other than your sweet nature.

• “Baa baa, black sheep, have you any soul? No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals? Jack be nimble, Jack be quick. Jill's a little whore, and her alibis are dirty tricks.” You sang, a singular earbud in, hearing yourself with your free ear.

• Raphael was a bit surprised, but it had only proved his theory there was more to you then any one knew. “I fucking knew it.” Swiping a thumb over his lower lip, walking over to you. “What’s a pretty thing like you listening to such things like that.” He chuckled, noticing your embarrassment.

• Embarrassed was the least you were, in fact, you were more scared than anything. Your boyfriend scaring the hell out of you. “Raph! God- you scared the crap outta me!” You huffed, crossing your arms, turning to face the turtle. “And uh- you know I can have other interests.”

• Raphael couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the human in front of him, taking the earbud, putting it in his own ear. “It’s not half bad.” He muttered, watching you try to jump to get your earbud. “Hey! That’s mine!” “Sorry sweet cheeks, but I think I’m going explore this side of you a little longer.”

Donatello

• When he had first heard your music, he let you be. If it was your interest, he wouldn’t push on it. Though he did do some research, hearing a few lyrics from one of your songs. “Hmmm.” Pushing his glasses up, light reflecting against the lens.

• “Are you depressed?” Donatello asked, hearing you come into the lab, door shutting behind you. “Huh?” “According to my calculations and something searching. A certain type of people listen to what you’ve got playing right now.” Pointing to your earbud, barley able to feel the sound waves buzzing through, to which you were currently mumbling to.

• With a blanketed face of realization, you started to giggle. “No no Donnie. Here, listen.” Taking out your earbud, putting it into Donatellos own. You sink your teeth into the people you depend on. Infecting everyone, you're quite the problem

• The terrapins face was mostly unreadable, but after a moment he seemed to enjoy it. “My music has meanings hidden in them, I like to explore music as a whole Donnie. I’m not depressed. It helps me relax or get lost in my thoughts.” You explained. Nodding the purple turtle handed back your earbud.

• “Oh- uh sorry Y/n. Maybe you can send me a few links?” He asked, gesturing to your phone. “Actually I have another plan in mind.” Getting comfortable in his lap, you started to make a playlist on his computer, hooking it up to his speakers. As soon as you hit play, that was probably the loudest the lab had ever been.

Leonardo

• Leonardo wasn’t one to really judge anyone based on their interests so when he heard you singing to yourself in his room, he more curious than anything. “What’re you listening to hun?”

• Jumping at the terrapins voice, you threw your earbud on the bed, looking up. “Oh Leo. It’s just you.” Clutching your chest, taking in some deep breaths. “For the love of god please knock.”

• An amused smirk scribbled on his face, his sat on the edge of his bed, making it squeak. “It is my room Y/n.” He pointed out, looking down at the earbud, picking it up between his green fingers. “What is this?”

•Eyeing your boyfriend, you crawled over. “It’s called ‘Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing’. Give it a listen.”. Popping the earbud in, the terrapin furrowed his nonexistent eyebrows, listening to the lyrics and rhythm. After a few moments, he handed you back your earbud. “It’s not my type of music, but if you like it, go for it hun.”

• Lifting a brow, you opted to turn off your music. “You’re not gonna question it? I mean, it is a little different.” Shaking his head, he stood up, arching his back until he heard a satisfying pop. “Y/n, your music tastes are the least surprising thing I’ve experienced. I live with Mikey.” He joked, which was sort of rare for him. “Yeah.” You got up too, craning your neck to look at the turtle. “You’re right.” “Come on let’s get some pizza. The guys are waiting.”

Michelangelo

• This turtle was into anything. Rap, dubstep, pop, literally nothing was bad in his mind. I mean, he had his own playlist listing from Brittney Spears to 50 Cent.

• He knew you mostly listened to K-pop and such, which he didn’t mind. He didn’t understand what they were saying but he liked the beat and rhythm that was usually going on.

•But this was new. Seeing you singing along to one of your songs. “Now, let's not get overzealous here. You've always been a huge piece of shit. If I could kill you, I would.” Now this took him back a bit. It was a different genre for him, and especially for you. Nonetheless he was deterred.

• “Wow angelcakes. I’m liking it.” Announcing his presence. Before you could even react, the earbud was already in his ear. “But it’s frowned upon in all fifty statesssss.” He muttered, somewhat slow due to the lyrics being new to him. “You should’ve let me know you listen to this! It’s awesome!”

• It was your turn to be surprised, but at the same time you were happy. “I just thought you’d think it was weird.” Confessing to your terrapin, twiddling with your thumbs. “Come on, it’s not weird if you like it.” He replied, tossing a wink your way, making you blush. “Get over here, it’s getting to the chorus!” Pulling you into his lap, shoving the piece into your ear. He was right, this is awesome.

[antilocaprine]

Same anon as with the sickfic prompt - i think that once benrey grasps that humans are fragile enough that a little bacteria can kill them, they're gonna be reeeeaaaal guilty bout the arm thing.... smiles

Gordon leaned back on the couch and sighed, then had to sit up again when he felt snot starting to run down his throat. He hated being sick, because it was unusual for him - he'd generally only get sick once or twice a year, and he'd managed to skip the last two years, so he'd been feeling pretty good about himself.

Apparently going through the absolute worst week of his life took a toll on his immune system, though.

"So what's this, uh...about?" Benrey asked from his seat at the other end of the couch, gesturing vaguely at Gordon's whole body.

Gordon glared at him and sniffled, reaching for the box of tissues on the coffee table. "S'just a cold, man, I'll get over it."

Benrey's eyes narrowed. "You're just cold? Why not - why not get more blankets, or, uh, turn the heat up?"

"No, that's -" Gordon blew his nose. "That's not what I said. It's a cold. It's a...a type of virus that makes people sick."

"Oh. That's pretty sucks." Benrey glanced away. "Hey, if you die, can I have your Xbox?"

Gordon sighed again and tugged the blanket up around his legs on the couch cushions. "I'm not gonna die, Benrey, it's just a cold. Most people don't die from those unless it turns into fucking' - pneumonia or something."

"Okay. If you die of fuckin' new-nomia can I have your Xbox?"

Gordon wheezed a little, and then doubled over coughing. Then he had to blow his nose again. When he looked up, Benrey looked a bit alarmed.

"Do you - is it like a computer virus? Do you need, uh, debugging? My buddy Josh can -"

"No, man," Gordon said. "This kind of virus is alive, not - it's not made - not manmade, like a computer virus. A cold virus is like a, a little bug or some shit. There's lots of viruses and bacteria and shit that can make people sick."

"Mold," Benrey said.

"Yeah, exactly."

"But moldy bread tastes better," Benrey said.

"You do you, man," Gordon said, closing his eyes. That helped with the headache, at least.

For a moment there was blessed silence, only broken by the ticking of the kitchen clock and the raspy sound of Gordon's mouth-breathing. But of course, it couldn't last.

"So you got, uh, got bugs in your house?"

Gordon squinted one eye open to see Benrey glancing surreptitiously around. "Not that kind of bug, man," he groaned. "They're invisible - or, microscopic. They're too small to see."

Benrey turned back and stared at him. "Yo, you got bugs in your house you can't even see? Why - and they make you sick? That's pretty weak, bro, that's not - not good life choices for...humans."

Gordon waved a hand. "Choice has got nothing to do with it, man. Lots of things we can't see make people sick. Didn't we talk about radiation before?"

"Yeah, but -" Benrey made a face. "You got...weak eyes. I can see that."

Gordon sat up more. "Oh shit, for real?"

Benrey shrugged. "Some of it, yeah. Your, uh...your air...atmosphere's pretty fucked up. Lettin' all your sun through."

Gordon leaned back against the couch arm again. "Yeah," he sighed. "We know. It used to be worse, actually, if you can believe that. Big hole in the ozone layer. I think it got fixed, though, or shrank, or something. You never hear about it anymore, and it was - it was all over when I was a kid." He reached for another tissue and blew his nose again.

Benrey glared at the tissue when Gordon dropped it on the floor, adding to the small pile of crumpled white material. "S'no wonder there's bugs in your house," he said critically. "You're a - what's - a messy lil sewage boy."

Gordon snorted, then coughed again. "No sewage here," he said when he'd caught his breath. "Good thing, too - lots of bacteria in that. No idea how that shit didn't kill me with the whole - open wound thing."

"Huh?"

Gordon pointed to his arm. "This should have gotten infected like crazy," he explained. "I don't know how it didn't. I should have lost the whole arm, or, uh, what's the word - gone septic and died."

Benrey's eyes dropped to his arm. "A cold got in your arm?"

"No, that's not..."

"Fuckin' new-nona got in your arm?"

"No, dude." Gordon really wasn't up to a biology lecture right now, but at least talking to Benrey was keeping his mind off of how miserable he was feeling. "Bacteria and viruses are different. There's lots of bacteria that can get into an open wound and make people sick or kill them. Tetanus is a big one. And there's, like, flesh-eating bacterias - that would have sucked." He blinked pensively as he thought about that, then shook his head. "Maybe Darnold's potion had antibiotics, too," he mused. "I'll have to ask him."

Benrey was quiet for a long moment, one hand fiddling with the strings of his hoodie. Gordon decided not to tell him about "good" bacteria like gut flora quite yet.

"Still sounds pretty weak," he said eventually, but Gordon could tell his heart wasn't in it. He kept squinting at the floor and glancing under the coffee table, like he could take bacteria by surprise and see it if he just looked fast enough.

Gordon blew his nose again and reached for the TV remote. "Wanna watch something stupid? I don't think my brain can keep up with anything complicated right now."

Benrey looked over at him. "You got mew mania in your brain?"

"Mew - what?" Then Gordon realized what he meant and giggled weakly. "Oh, fuck, dude, no, it's pneumonia -" he paused to catch his breath before he started coughing again. "And no, that's - it's when your lungs fill up with fluid or something and you can't breathe. It's not a brain thing - at least, I don't think it is..." He was going to have to set Benrey up with some resources if he kept asking about this stuff - Gordon was realizing he only knew so much.

"Oh. Okay." Benrey watched as Gordon sat up to face the TV head-on, not wanting a crick in his neck. "Can we watch a cake show?"

"Sure, man," Gordon said indulgently, and found a playlist of Is It Cake? before rearranging his nest of pillows and settling back as much as he could.

He fell asleep before the second episode started, and he must have tipped over at some point, because when he woke up, his head was mashed against Benrey's leg. On the screen, someone was trying to slice into a real purse to background laughter, and Benrey's hand was feather-light on his chest, rising and falling with every breath.