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Or of course the "there was several shootings at the camp ground but we didn't do anything because clearly it was nothing"

And then when a young father of two gets shot to death its suddenly "unavoidable"

Yes this is a real thing that happened

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 Electric Winch Machine Manufacturers

When it comes to industrial lifting and pulling tasks, electric winch machines are essential tools for enhancing efficiency and safety. Whether used for construction, mining, or marine operations, these machines are designed to make heavy lifting more manageable. However, not all electric winches are created equal. As a business or individual seeking a reliable solution, it’s important to partner with the right manufacturer. This is where Rite Solution comes into play – your trusted partner in sourcing high-quality electric winch machines.

Why Quality Matters in Electric Winch Machines

Electric winch machines are vital for operations that require lifting heavy loads or pulling equipment. Whether it's moving vehicles, pulling materials, or setting up heavy structures, a reliable electric winch ensures smooth operation and prevents accidents or delays. Here's why choosing the right manufacturer is crucial:

Durability and Performance: A high-quality winch can withstand the toughest conditions. When manufactured with durable materials and high-precision engineering, these machines can operate for extended periods with minimal maintenance.

Safety: Since electric winches are often used in hazardous environments, it's important to choose a manufacturer that ensures all safety standards are met. Proper safety features such as overload protection, emergency stop functions, and quality winch cables are vital to avoid accidents.

Customization Options: Not all lifting or pulling jobs are the same. The ideal manufacturer will provide customizable winch machines that cater to specific needs. Whether you need a certain load capacity, speed, or design, the manufacturer should offer flexible options.

Efficiency: A well-designed electric winch machine minimizes energy consumption while maximizing output. This improves productivity and helps save on operational costs in the long run.

Why Rite Solution is the Go-To Choice for Electric Winch Machines

At Rite Solution, we specialize in manufacturing and supplying top-tier electric winch machines that meet the demands of industries worldwide. Here’s why we stand out among electric winch machine manufacturers:

Expertise and Innovation: With years of experience in the field, Rite Solution blends cutting-edge technology with expert knowledge to deliver winch machines that are both reliable and efficient. We stay ahead of industry trends to provide solutions that help you optimize your operations.

Customization and Flexibility: We understand that every business has unique needs. That’s why we offer fully customizable electric winches tailored to your specifications. Whether it’s load capacity, speed, or motor size, we work with you to design the perfect winch machine.

Quality Assurance: Quality is our top priority. Rite Solution manufactures electric winch machines using only the best materials, ensuring that our products are durable, high-performance, and built to last. We rigorously test each winch to guarantee it meets international standards for safety and functionality.

Customer Support: At Rite Solution, we value our customers, and we’re here to help. From initial inquiries to after-sales support, we provide exceptional customer service every step of the way. Our team is always available to offer advice, troubleshoot issues, and ensure that your electric winch machine is working as intended.

Competitive Pricing: While we never compromise on quality, we ensure that our electric winch machines are offered at competitive prices. We believe in providing the best value for your investment, helping you stay within budget while getting top-tier products.

Applications of Electric Winch Machines

Electric winches serve a variety of purposes across different industries. Some common applications include:

Construction: Moving heavy materials like steel beams or concrete blocks.

Mining: Extracting minerals or transporting materials from one point to another.

Marine and Shipping: Lifting boats, anchors, or large equipment in and out of the water.

Automotive: Towing vehicles or pulling heavy loads in recovery operations.

Entertainment and Event Production: Rigging lights, stages, and other heavy equipment for shows or events.

How Rite Solution Can Help Your Business

As one of the leading Electric Winch Machine Manufacturers, Rite Solution is committed to providing our customers with products that deliver unparalleled performance. Our winch machines help you reduce downtime, enhance safety, and increase productivity in your operations.

Get in Touch with Rite Solution

Rite Solution is a leading manufacturer and supplier of  Electric Winch Machine Manufacturers in India. For more details contact us.

Phone No: +917835907263 Email: info@riteequipments.com Address: G- 79, Devika Chamber, District Center, RDC Raj Nagar, Ghaziabad - 201001, Uttar Pradesh, India. Website: https://www.riteequipments.com/

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Building Strong Foundations with High-Performance Vibratory Rollers

Building Strong Foundations with High-Performance Vibratory Rollers

Bala Krishna Engineering

Building Strong Foundations with High-Performance Vibratory Rollers

Balakrishna Engineering, a trusted name among construction machiner manufacturers in yCoimbatore, understands the critical role robust foundations play in any construction project. Our high-performance vibratory rollers are meticulously designed to meet the diverse needs of various industries, ensuring exceptional soil compaction and ultimately, superior construction quality.

The Power of Vibratory Compaction

A vibratory roller is a powerful compactor equipped with a drum that utilises a combination of static weight and dynamic vibration to effectively compact coarse-grained, gravelly soil. This innovative method surpasses traditional compaction techniques by:

Enhancing Surface Strength : The vibratory action ensures complete coverage beneath the wheel, creating an unmatched level of surface strength.

Optimum Particle Alignment : Vibrations strategically align particles within the soil, leading to superior compaction compared to static pressure alone.

Multi-Layered Compaction : The dynamic forces penetrate deeper into the soil, effectively compacting distinct layers for a strong and stable base.

Balakrishna Engineering: Your One-Stop Shop for Vibratory Rollers

Our commitment to quality and innovation extends to our comprehensive range of vibratory rollers. As a leading construction equipment manufacturer in Coimbatore, we offer a variety of models to cater to projects of all sizes and complexities, ensuring you have the right tool for the job.

Meeting Diverse Industrial Needs

In the dynamic world of construction, diverse projects demand equally diverse equipment. As a leading construction machinery manufacturer, Balakrishna Engineering understands this very well. Whether you require a heavy-duty roller for large-scale projects or a compact and maneuverable model for confined spaces, Balakrishna Engineering has the perfect solution. Our versatile range of vibratory rollers is expertly designed to fulfill the varying industrial requirements you face. From extensive highway construction to intricate inner-city renovations, our rollers are up to the challenge, ensuring exceptional soil compaction and a solid foundation for any project.

Introducing the Balakrishna Engineering Vibratory Roller Range

HW-1.5T Ride-On Road Roller

This user-friendly vibratory roller is ideal for levelling surfaces and features a reliable Honda engine for smooth operation.

lModel No. DRL-60

Designed for efficient surface leveling, the DRL-60 is powered by a proven Honda engine, ensuring consistent performance.

Model No. DDR-60

The DDR-60 is another excellent option for achieving precise surface leveling. This robust model also utilizes a dependable Honda engine for optimal functionality.

Investing in Excellence: The Balakrishna Engineering

By choosing Balakrishna Engineering's vibratory rollers, you're not just acquiring a piece of equipment; you're investing in:

Unwavering Quality : Our rollers are meticulously crafted using premium materials and cutting-edge engineering, guaranteeing long-lasting performance and exceptional durability.

Unmatched Reliability : Among all the construction machinery manufacturers,we prioritize reliability, ensuring your rollers are dependable workhorses that won’t let you down on the job site.

Superior Customer Service : Our dedicated team is committed to providing exceptional customer service, offering comprehensive support before, during, and after your purchase.

Elevate Your Construction Projects with Balakrishna Engineering

As a leading Construction machinery manufacturer Balakrishna Engineering understands this very well. Whether you require a heavy-duty roller for large-scale projects or a compact and maneuverable model for confined spaces, Balakrishna Engineering has the perfect solution. Our versatile range of vibratory rollers is expertly designed to fulfill the varying industrial requirements you face. From extensive highway construction to intricate inner-city renovations, our rollers are up to the challenge, ensuring exceptional soil compaction and a solid foundation for any project.

More Info : https://www.bke.co.in/building-strong-foundations-with-high-performance-vibratory-rollers/

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Founded in 2006, “Wokaite” is an acknowledged leader of China's Lifting equipment Industry.

We offer most wide range of Lifting Equipment. We are committed to manufacture the Quality Product best of its kind through advance manufacturing processes and techniques.

We specialize in every type of Overhead Cranes,Electric Hoists, Rigging, Chain Pulley Block, Monorail travelling trolley, Crane componets & all Types of Jib Cranes etc.

The management of the company has a vast experience of over Twenty Five years in the field of manufacturing and installation of electric hoist. The dedicated and professional team of management, engineers and worker are always available to share your load wherever you are.

Mobile/whatsapp:+8613989610078 Website:www.wokaitehoist.com

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Body Worship: Franky

Birthday Celebration Masterlist

Word Count: 3,100+

Themes: Franky x gn!reader, angst, self worth, Franky has a little bit of dysmorphia, affirmation, fluff, smut, thigh riding, confession, body worship, praise, love, porn with feelings, mdni, NSFW, smut, 18+, non descript smut, grinding.

Notes: Massive shoutout to @thenotsofantasticlifestory for listening to my thoughts and aiding me with my time on this fic. I love this man, and I adore you. First time writing for Franky.

Cogs, wires, fizzes, and snaps of electrical circuits rang and shuddered within the chambers crafted by Franky’s own hands. There was never a silence to be held within him, not a calm moment where his body was not ticking like a clock wound by a coiled winch. He was constantly on, always on.

There was not a moment where man and machine were no longer merged as one, and Franky usually had no issue with being a self-made man in more ways than simple determination and gumption. But today, he just felt unnatural. He felt those cogs, wires, fizzes and snaps of electrical circuits overtake the humanity he so desperately attempted to preserve within himself.

He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t speak. He didn’t see the body he crafted as a work of mastery, but something foreign and tainted. He couldn’t look at himself without seeing the parts of his flesh, bone, and muscle he replaced, rendered, soldered, and attached. He was no longer himself, but just those parts he forged to keep himself alive.

A pile of scrap made into the shape of a man. Flesh from his prior life stretched over a frame of humanity pushed to its extremities.

Unsure as to when the first tear fell, or whether they were tears at all, his rounded eyes swelled and poured heavy drops down his cheeks and onto his chest within his workshop. Usually when he cried, he had the sensation of an almost sting in his nose: nostrils flaring and a saltiness within his nasal cavity. The lack of this feeling within his steel nose now only made him feel more like a machine and less of a man.

A soft knock at his workshop door was barely audible over the mechanical symphony rattling within his mind and skull. He scrunched his eyes shut and focussed finding a single sound to focus on within himself to no avail. It was just too much. Too noisy. Too intense. Too overwhelming. Too-.

“-Franky?” your voice shocks him out of his spiral, truly unaware of the opening and closing of the door to his workshop. He jolted back, beginning to panic a little while his body caught up to the way his mind was spiraling.

Keeping a safe distance away from the cyborg, you took him in. Noticing how his shoulders and hands were beginning to shake, you tilted your head and furrowed your brows while assessing him further. Franky’s eyes met with yours, a soft quiver of his lip atop his tri-pointed chin matching the forlorn expression blooming over his face.

As ships’ counselor, it was your job to advise and flesh out plans for your captain. It was also within your job title to unweave the troubled thoughts and matters of the head and heart for your crew.

Franky was a friend to you, and you adored the large cyborg wholeheartedly. If he ever gave you an opportunity to see him as more than just a friend or crewmate, you would take it before your heart could skip a beat.

There was no favorites on the Straw-Hat crew, but if there was, Franky would be it for you. You truly loved him for all that he was: man, machine, or otherwise.

It did not take much more than a soft sniffle from the larger man to usher you towards the larger man, opening your arms and taking him within your embrace. Pressing his head against your chest, you cradled his face within your hands and slowed your breathing for him to join with his own. His shoulders slouched, a single hand wrapping around your back and feeling the warmth your body had to offer him in the sensors within his palm and fingers.

Gently carding through his blue hair, you felt him relax into your touch while his ear pressed up against your heartbeat. His broad hands began to clutch at you and tug you into his lap, each thigh placed atop his own at the side while he pressed more of himself into you.

“Want to talk about it, big guy?” you asked softer than a murmur, but louder than a whisper, “I’m always here to talk with you when you need it, just like you are with me. Open door, honesty policy, remember?”

Franky sniffed before a raspy chuckle rattled in his throat. Tugging you nearer to him and releasing a sigh, he moved his chin to rest on your chest while peering up into your face. Gazing down at him, you offered him a softness in your smile while peering into his unshrouded eyes.

“Just-...” he began, waiting for the words to find themselves in his throat, “...It's just… I can't quite put it to words, now you mention it.” His chuckle was more in a bid to rise one of your own, teetering off the more he drank in your smile.

Darting his dark eyes between your own, glancing briefly down at your lips, he drank in your appearance the closer he drew to your face. You and he were nothing more than exceptionally close friends, but the cogs churning in his stomach and heart desperately desired there be a moment. He leaned in just a touch more, his eyes rounded just a touch more while his jaw grew softly slack.

“Franky?” Your voice soothed him, a smile found in each syllable, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re wanting to kiss me.”

Franky’s eyes darted down to your lips, angling his tri-pointed chin up just a small shift more. His eyelids grew heavy, lashes heavy as his pupils focussed on the way your lips curved in your smile.

“Do you?” he whispered, his voice heavy and husky within his throat. His hands desperately clasped the small of your back, his receptors tingling in indicating your body heat growing warmer.

“Do I ‘what’, Franky?” you queeried, not shying away from his touch. You were curious to see how far he would take this action, enjoying the attention he was giving you and feeling secure within his embrace.

Franky’s outer hand slid down to your thigh, his other moving you closer to press yourself into his chest. The blue-haired cyborg moved his lips in a tone just above a whisper, his breath tingling against your mouth as he ascended them towards yours.

“Know any better.”

His lips immediately claimed your own, focussing his own existentialism on claiming your lips against his own. His skin felt your warmth as you opened yourself up to him. Each roll of his lips mouthing at yours was reciprocated with eager enthusiasm, and Franky began to feel just that little bit calmer.

Until he wondered if it was truly his skin touching your own, not what receptors told him it was. Was it his lips touching you, or the cogs behind him sending sparks to his mind and alerting his brain that it was truly you giving into him.

Did you even like him?

Were you attracted to the man that he made himself to be?

Did you even see him as a man, not just a creation marred with the injury of battle and reforged by his own mind?

You sensed his enthusiasm dwindle against your lips, prompting you to close off the embrace with a soft peck. As you pulled away your lips from his, you peered down at him with your eyes half-lidded and holding nothing but a slight amount of teasing pulled in a soft smirk.

“Franky?”

When you met his gaze once more, your smirk immediately fled your features.

His eyes were glassy, his expression the polar opposite of the manner he usually presented himself as. There was nothing of the boisterous, uplifting, passionate, and optimistic cyborg you had come to adore, and it's absence held you hostage.

“Franky,” you sighed, gently reaching up and cupping his cheek. “Please. There's something going on, and as your counselor, I need to know. I could leave the job at the door and just be-.”

“-What am I?” he answered suddenly, his lips toppling hurriedly over the words, “I need to know.”

Taken aback by his hasty questions, you furrow your brows at him and check him over. Darting your eyes over his face, noticing his posture becoming slightly slouched and his hands holding you in heaped fistfuls, you inhale a soft and steady breath before exhaling.

Your breathing inadvertently has him so the same, both inhaling and exhaling slowly and steadily. After a moment of you both dwelling in the silence, you answer him with a non-rehearsed speech from the heart.

“You are Franky,” you whisper, rolling the pad of your thumb against the apple of his cheek, “Shipwright to the Straw Hat Pirates, senior officer shepherding the Straw Hat Grand Fleet. Creator and master constructor of the Thousand Sunny. Former gang leader, who convinced those joining to switch from beer to cola, and-...”

Franky nodded you on, convincing you to continue to affirm him with your words. You could see it was not entirely the answer he was seeking, which spurred you on to change to how deeply remarkable you found him.

“...-You are so kind. An exceptionally intelligent person with your heart beating for others,” you nod to him, catching the hitch in his throat and paying it no mind. “The way your mind can see the mastery in machines, crafting it with your hands, and forging it into the best version of itself is a gift.” You draw your other hand up to his bare chest, feeling a fizz and beat beneath the skin while you speak.

“You don't just do this with your skilled labor, Franky.” You reassure him, glancing down to your knuckles on the back of your hand in his chest. “You see the potential in others, and coax them skillfully to bring it to the light.” A small laugh fled from your lips, prompting you to shake your head and whisper, “A remarkable skill, and I envy you for it.”

The dampness felt beneath the fingers on his cheek had you moving your eyes slowly back up to meet his own.

“You are, and will forever be, Franky: man, machine, both married as one and inseparable from the other,” you concluded, drawing your hand up on his cheek to slowly caress away his tears. “You are all of this, and you are so much more.”

Franky felt his chest soar, whichever fluid, whether cola or blood, pumped his heart and had him desperate to know more. Considering the fact you didn't pull away from the offerance of a kiss earlier, he drew his hand over your back and rested it on your hip while leaning in.

“What am I to you?”

Without skipping a beat, you spoke truthfully and from the chamber's within your own beating heart.

“And you are beautiful to me.”

Franky scoffed, rolling his eyes and almost pouting at your response. You sigh out with your brow arched high, gently perching your hands against his broad shoulders and grasping his muscles firmly.

“I mean it, Franky,” you reaffirm enthusiastically, “Everything about you is beautiful. Your heart, your soul, your mind, fuck,” you gasp, feeling the firmness of his shoulders beneath his hands.

A warm flush crept up your neck and swelled your cheeks with a vibrant fluster. Franky searched your eyes, darting down to your parted lips and back up to meet your gaze.

“What was that?” he chuckled, picking up your vocal inflection and teasing you with his smile.

“I just,” you halt yourself, slowly molding the joints beneath your palms and squeeze his muscles. “I usually… I usually focus on the mind and heart, but you're-...” Your fingers move down to his scarred pectorals, gently caressing a trail of timidity down towards his nipples.

“...-You're really attractive. Physically attractive,” you admit, pressing a little firmer against his muscles before dipping the pads of your index fingers over his pebbled buds. “Whether it was the kiss from a little earlier, confessing how I see your mind, my position currently on your lap, or the fact that there's a lot of tension between us right now…”

“Oh?” He taunts you a little more tilting his head to the side with a cheeky grin drawing up over his lips. Leaning forward, he pressed more of his pectorals against your hands and whispered coyly against the shell of your ear, “Tell me?”

“Shit,” you stutter past your lips. Eyes rolling a little, you suck your lips into your mouth to halt a moan from fleeing as you feel the tension only swell to a greater intensity.

Franky chuckles, his hands still running circles against your hips and gently ushering you in closer.

“Better yet,” he drew one hand away from your middle and drew it up to collect your chin in his grip. “Show me?”

Your breath hitched as you slowly drew your hand around in circles against his flesh. His skin felt warm to the touch, smooth and soft with coiled ringlets of cerulean fuzz shimmering against his pectorals. Moving your hands up and down his chest, your lips parted in surprise at feeling the buzz of circuitry beneath the stretch of flesh.

“Every nook you've notched into yourself is a work of art, Franky,” you exhale, rolling the pads of your thumbs against his abs and raking them towards his belly. “Each alteration and modification has just made you more you, you know?”

Franky felt his throat hitch at the admission parting from your lips. His body that he saw moments ago as a trap for his spirit, now being worshiped and praised for its mastery. As your hands ran over his skin, his receptors and skin both felt need and desire course through his circuits and veins.

Without any more prompting at your touch, he maneuvered you to straddle one of his thighs and held your pelvis flush against his own. Your hands automatically fled back up to the shoulders that held you captive as he pressed you firmly against himself.

“You like my body much?” The rasp in his voice tangibly reverberated within your chest and shot straight to your crotch, igniting it with need.

“Franky…” you gasp, his hands holding you against his thigh pressed harder, slowly rocking you over the hard muscle lurking beneath. “If you'd give me an opportunity, I'd drop to my knees and worship you like a devotee at an altar.”

Franky chuckles at the comment, using his large, metal hand gripping your waist to slowly rock you back and forward over his thigh. Your stomach bound in knots, your needs only growing higher and more incessant the more he puppetted you against his body and gazed into your eyes.

“No need for all that. I don't need it,” he laughed once more, moving forward and brushing his metal nose gently against yours, “But I do need this.”

His larger hand completely trapped your waist within his grip, knocking your knee against the bulge in his pants and grinding his clothed cock against your own body.

Manhandling you against his leg, bouncing you up to brush more of yourself against his cock, you felt trapped against him as he bore you fully against his body while holding your face gently. His metal thumb stroked your lip as you parted them to release a groan.

Soft whimpers and mewls left your throat as he held your gaze, his own gasps growing in need the longer he rocked you against himself. Your desire began to seep through your pants the longer he held you firmly and guided your motions.

“Show me,” he whispered, peering down his steel nose through half-hooded lashes. “Show me everything.” He worked you harder, his own cock leaking it's head and staining his red briefs with soft dewdrops of precum.

His abdomen tensed, feeling the need rise further in his stomach while his cogs, wires, flesh and bone felt more unified as one than ever. Humanity overtook his senses the longer his primal urge to feel more of you against himself.

You were no different, feeling your own release clench in the pit of your stomach and sizzle your eyes with the first sparks of euphoria. The need fogging your mind spurred you on to bare yourself down against him and begin rutting against him harder. As you found yourself falling over that edge, you clenched your eyes shut, earning you an immediate reprimand from the cyborg cariotting your bliss.

“Eyes on me,” he ordered firmly, “I said ‘show me’. I want to see you. Just you, baby. Gonna cum on my lap?” He rocked you harder, pinching your chin and giving it a soft shake to draw back your gaze on his own.

“Cum for me, baby.”

“Franky-!” you cried, feeling your eyes spring open as your vision blurred as your focus was marred by ecstasy. Your body flooded with endorphins, spurring within your chest and releasing the heavy knots in your belly. The damp patch below you deepened in intensity as your release seeped into his thighs.

Franky’s lips quivered as he darted his eyes between yours, finding in you that tether binding him to the mortal realm. With you anchored against him, he used your body rutting against his own to buck up his clothed cock and roll his hips against your thigh.

With a rough bark of your name, his cock began flooding his briefs with his own release. His eyes never left your face as he rode through his high while you came down from yours.

Two breaths, two hearts, two souls, two people: both enjoying their bodies while clinging to one another. That is where you found yourself, truly just intending to find his office to inform him your crew were about to make port in an island in two hours according to Nami.

As your body slouched against his chest, he cradled you in the same manner you did moments ago while reassuring him of his own body. He had never felt so secure as he did just now with his own body.

“Franky?” you whispered softly, turning your head and pressing your forehead against the crook of his neck.

“Yeah, baby?” He nuzzled against the crown of your head, “What's up?”

“We'll be making port in about forty-five minutes,” you gasp against his skin, pressing a shy kiss against his neck before hiding your gaze in his shoulder to cringe away your giddiness. Franky chuckles, reaching down and collecting your chin in his grip and turning you back to meet his eyes once more.

“Stay with me until then?” he asked softly, blinking slowly and and almost unsure of himself as you seemed to be. You found yourself drowning in his eyes, raw emotion swelling between you as you feel the chemistry fizzing up to a ruptuous tumble.

“After all that?” you scoff playfully, your smile painted over your lips and causing him to mirror it himself, “I'll remain by your side always.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

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🎶 Happy Birthday to Me🎶

If you would like to celebrate by indulging my caffeine and bubble tea addiction, my Kofi link is here.

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July Break Bingo: Pond

I signed up for July Break Bingo / @julybreakbingo and immediately was inspired by the "Location: Pond" square on my card. I'm so pleased; I've written almost nothing in the last month or two, and it feels so good to get something out again! Also posted on DW.

Location: Pond Biggles, gen, 700 wds

On this peaceful afternoon, there was—until a few moments ago—nothing much going on at this end of the quiet pasture. Perhaps there might have been some excitement at the far end, a few gunshots and the sound of a distant engine starting up. But down here, there was just a picturesque little pond, a few trees with their leaves fluttering in a light breeze, and a handful of drowsy sheep.

The sheep were now clustered in a tight knot under a tree a few dozen yards from the pond, which sported some new accessories, namely: a wing and part of a fuselage and aeroplane tail sticking up the air, and several thrashing, muddy figures struggling to get out of the water.

Ginger was first; he turned back to help Bertie out, while Algy heaved a weakly struggling Biggles onshore with a fist in the back of his jacket and then had to be helped out by Ginger, as they were all covered in mud and he kept slipping back in.

Coughing, Biggles sat up, swiping his hair out of his eyes. "Are we all here? Anyone hurt?" He swept his gaze across the bedraggled little group; his face, under the mud, changed to alarm. "Where's vo—"

"The prisoner?" Algy interrupted. "The one whose ill-advised escape attempt is the cause of our current predicament? That one?"

"Yes, where is he?" Biggles started to rise, fell down, and was then held down when Algy grabbed his arm. "Algy, let go, he might be trapped under the machine—"

"He's over there," Ginger put in.

Von Stalhein, covered in mud and streaming water, was just extracting himself from the opposite side of the pond. With a lithe, eel-like movement despite his sodden condition, he slipped out onto the bank, where he rolled over, sat up, and glared across the pond at them.

"Anyone have a gun?" Algy asked, keeping a grip on Biggles.

"All the guns are at the bottom of the pond, 'm afraid," Bertie said. He attempted to polish his eyeglass on his muddy shirtfront and then looked at it in distress.

"Not to mention the papers we were supposed to retrieve," Ginger remarked. With a swift glance at von Stalhein on the far side of the pond, he added, "I don't suppose there's anything left to retrieve at this point. They'll be so much paper pulp now."

Von Stalhein wrung out his sleeve and plucked a strand of pond weed from his arm, continuing to regard them balefully.

"That means we've nothing to argue about any more," Biggles said cheerfully. He had finally managed to shake off Algy.

"I suppose you're going to tell us that he hasn't done anything wrong and there's nothing to call the authorities about," Algy said between his teeth. He jerked a little, reached into his pocket, pulled out a frog and tossed it back into the pond.

"Well, he hasn't the papers on him, has he?" Biggles said. "You can't arrest a fellow for falling in a pond."

"He crashed the plane!"

"I'd call it more of a group effort," Biggles said. "Anyway, it hardly matters now, does it? The matter's settled, we're safe on the ground and all that's left is to see if there's anything with a winch about, perhaps a tractor." Raising his voice for von Stalhein's benefit, he went on, "We're going to walk over to the farmhouse and find out if they have a telephone and what sort of machinery might be knocking about the place. You're welcome to come with us—get a hot drink and dry off, at least. We can sort the rest out afterwards. Any extra hands raising the aeroplane would be welcome."

"Or you could take advantage of our distraction to run away," Algy said, hopefully.

Von Stalhein said nothing. Calmly he planted a hand in the face of a bolder-than-usual sheep that had wandered up to investigate and pushed it away.

"Come on," Algy said, giving Biggles a hand up. They began straggling muddily toward the farmhouse. After a long moment, von Stalhein got to his feet and followed them, some distance behind, trailed at a further distance by the sheep.

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Comfort~ Movie! Freddy x Human! Reader

Requested by the lovely GlamRockCrash

Plot: Y/N lost her father at a young age and years later, when she loses her mother due to cancer, Y/N is very tired and depressed. Freddy notices this and approaches her. 

This takes place before the restaurant closes down! Also, Freddy and others are alive in this one.

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Y/N couldn't believe it. She never thought that she would be one of those people to experience it. She already lost her father at a young age and now, she was at her mother's side, holding her hand as she was sitting down. Her mother was laying on her deathbed at the hospital. Y/N was crying non-stop while holding her mother's hand. Y/N was 26 while her mother was close to hitting her senior year but I guess it won't happen. Y/N's mother was saying goodbye to her only child, a daughter who is a grown-up. Y/N's mother was losing the battle to cancer. The doctors told her that her mother did not have much time left to live as it was an aggressive one. Y/N was devastated as the day came to say goodbye as her mother's condition worsened. 

"M-Mom..." Y/N cried.

Her mom slowly turned to her daughter with a sad smile on her face. "Don't cry, my girl. We will see each other one day. Believe." 

Y/N was too devastated and weak to respond to her mother. She cried harder as her mother's grip loosened and... no response. The heart monitor machine let out a long beep as her mother died. Y/N shakenly let go of her mom's hand and cried even harder until she couldn't take it anymore. She screamed. The doctors came rushing in with the nurses and some of them supported Y/N as they took her away. 

2 Weeks Later~

Y/N entered the pizzeria she put on a tired fake smile on her face. She was a nightguard at Freddy Fazbear's pizza place. As Y/N entered the place, she saw that the animatronics were in their places. There was Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and of course Foxy. The young woman was a big fan of them ever since she was small, but Freddy was her ultimate favorite with Bonnie coming second. She spent 2 weeks at home, asking her boss if they were okay with it as Y/N explained the reason that her mother passed. Her boss gave her 2 weeks to recover and take a break but the loss of her mother still was affecting her. 

As she walked past the animatronics, she looked at them and gave them a kind smile before going to her security office. She set her stuff aside as she sat down on the spinning chair. She grabbed the tablet and began watching over the cameras. She watched mostly over the animatronics. She grabbed her apple juice bottle and drank some of it before placing it back down on the table. When she checked the other cams, there was no anything suspicious. However, when she checked the cam where the tables were, she caught something in sight. 2 dots in the darkness could be seen. Who was that? Y/N's breathing became quicker as she quickly checked on Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica and saw the bear missing. 

"Where is Fred-" She got cut off once someone pulled the tablet down. 

Y/N gasped once she saw it was Freddy. She screamed in terror and fell off of the chair from behind due to crawling. She winched once she hit the floor but she looked terrified at the alive living bear. Freddy didn't show any emotion as he came closer and closer until Y/N hit the wall with her back. Freddy came closer again and kneeled. Y/N closed her eyes and turned her head away, preparing to die just like so many security guards disappeared. But... nothing happened. What? 

"Huh? Y/N opened her eyes and slowly looked at Freddy, who was now on his knees with his free paw stuck out to her while he held his usual microphone in his other paw. On his free paw, he held a paper. Y/N looked carefully over and realized that it was a note. She shakenly took it over and read it, saying: 'Are you ok?'

Y/N felt tears building up again, stinging her eyes as she sniffed. She looked into Freddy's blue eyes as she cried softly. She raised her knees to press them against her chest and wrapped her arms around her knees. "N-No. I'm not ok, Freddy. My mother passed away due to cancer. I miss her so much."

Y/N didn't look up to Freddy as she continued to cry. Freddy knew what cancer was, a deadly illness and there were different types of cancers like breasts, bones, etc. Some of them had cures, others sadly not. Many scientists were busy trying and testing it. Freddy felt very sorry for Y/N. She used to talk to him and Freddy knew that the young woman lost her father first and now, she lost her mother. Y/N had no one left... That was what she believed, at least. 

As she continued to cry, she didn't realize Freddy sitting down next to her and gently grabbed her, causing Y/N to look up. She relaxed as was sitting between Freddy's legs. Even though they sat on the cold floor, Y/N leaned against Freddy to be kept warm. Freddy wrapped his arms around her shaken form and one of his paws began petting her head, causing Y/N to relax. Y/N whimpered as she began crying again and Freddy began rocking themselves back and forth to comfort her and it was working. Y/N began slowly calming down. She felt so tired that she decided to rest her head against Freddy's chest and slowly fell asleep. 

Freddy never left her side and looked down, his blue eyes shone in the darkness. The handsome bear continued to pet her head and whispered down into her ear: "Goodnight, love."

[feigeroman]

The Boulder Quarry Line

I recently binged the entire Classic Series again, as background noise while I was working on something else. When I got to Series 5-7, I remembered a headcanon I’d developed ages ago, to link together most of the Skarloey Railway episodes from those seasons. This recent binge spurred me to finally write it down, and bash it into something a little more coherent. Most of this is just me thinking aloud, but I thought I'd run it up the flagpole and see who salutes it...

1951

Just as operations are winding down at the old slate quarry at Ward Fell, new beds of good-quality slate are discovered in the hills north of Rheneas. A new quarry is established to extract this slate, and this helps to revive the Skarloey Railway’s then-declining fortunes. Even so, the surveyors who uncovered this slate are convinced there are still further treasures to be found deeper into the mountains.

1950s-60s

The search for such treasures is carried out as time allows - which isn’t very often, considering all the new developments which take place on the SR during this time.

Roughly 1970

Finally, a discovery is made - large deposits of stone in the northern foothills of Shane Dooiney, of similar quality to that quarried at Ffarquhar. Plans are quickly devised to extract the stone, and the Skarloey Railway is tasked with building a line to the new quarry.

The proposed line branches off the Rheneas Quarry line, passes through a natural ravine known locally as Echo Pass, travels alongside the main Skarloey-Peel Godred road, and finally turns south towards the new quarry site.

1970-early 1972

The line is constructed, following the route described above. When it is completed, trains start carrying building supplies to the site of the new quarry. Some trains are also laid on for the benefit of a road-building company, which is upgrading the Skarloey-Peel Godred road so that heavier vehicles can access the quarry as well.

Winter 1972

Due to a problem with the winch, some trucks break away on the incline at Rheneas Quarry. The breakaway tumbles into Echo Pass, triggering an avalanche which buries Skarloey, who happened to be travelling through the Pass with a supply train. He is subsequently rescued by Rusty.

These events are later loosely adapted into the episode Snow.

Early 1973

The new quarry finally opens for business, and even has a new name - Boulder Quarry, after an enormous, spherical boulder which looms ominously over part of the line. Boulder Quarry enjoys a prosperous first few months, and the Skarloey Railway enjoys the revenue boost provided by the new stone traffic.

After a while, Rusty begins to feel nervous about the Boulder, but can’t really explain why. The others don’t take him too seriously.

Autumn 1973

After several weeks of heavy rain, Boulder Quarry is able to try out its latest acquisition - an experimental drilling machine known as Thumper. Unfortunately, the vibrations from Thumper cause the Boulder to fall off its perch, and run away down the Skarloey Valley. The Boulder causes a great deal of damage to track and property all down the valley, culminating in the destruction of some new stone-cutting sheds just outside Crovan’s Gate.

All concerned parties agree the disaster is an act of god telling them to leave that part of Sodor alone, and Boulder Quarry shuts its doors for good - financially crippled by having been forced to pay substantial compensation to every property owner in the valley.

The Skarloey Railway also ends up in dire straits - besides the damage caused by the Boulder, several years of hard work have just gone down the tubes.

The remainder of 1973

The Thin Controller decides to temporarily close the SR, so that everyone can focus their efforts on repairing all the damage to track and property. The rest of 1973 is spent doing just that.

The events of Duncan Gets Spooked take place during this clean-up operation.

At some point, the time is found to move the Boulder to a new, safer perch - on a specially-constructed plinth on a hill near to Crovan’s Gate, and positioned to face in the direction of its old perch.

That winter, during a break, the little engines tell Thomas (or more likely some other standard gauge engine) the story of Skarloey’s Avalanche.

1974

The clean-up continues into 1974, and the line remains closed for the first half of that year. The Thin Controller hopes to have the line ready to reopen in time for the start of the summer operating season. Fortunately, Rheneas Quarry is closed for the two weeks before, freeing up men and engines to help. Elizabeth also happens to be working in the area, and is persuaded to lend a wheel. With all this help, the clean-up is completed in the nick of time, and the Skarloey Railway is officially declared open once more.

Meanwhile, the people of Glennock decide to treat themselves to a new organ for the village school. Headmaster Hastings personally oversees the delivery of the organ. This isn’t really relevant to the Boulder saga - I just felt like mentioning it.

1975

By this year ,things are more or less back to normal on the Skarloey Railway. One day, Rheneas takes a special charter train carrying a party of schoolchildren from the Mainland. On his way back down the line, he is accidentally diverted onto the abandoned line to Boulder Quarry. The line isn’t in the best condition, and wasn’t designed to carry passengers anyway, so Rheneas has a real rollercoaster ride to the Quarry and back.

Since the children enjoyed themselves so much, the Thin Controller lets Rheneas off for his mishap, but it gets him thinking about the old line, and how he might be able to get his money’s worth from it after all…

Surveys are carried out, and it is decided to reopen the old quarry line to serve as a connection between the SR and the Culdee Fell Railway - the latter being reached by rerouting the line in the direction of their station at Skarloey Road.

 The line also passes through many areas of natural beauty, and so a number of stations are proposed to serve some of these areas. These stations include Elephant Park (above) and Rumblin Bridge (below).

The terminus of the line is at the village of Skarloey Road. So as to avoid confusion with the CFR station, the SR station is known as Upland Station. While not a direct link between the two railways, their respective stations are still a reasonably short walk away from each other.

The reconstruction of the line takes place throughout the first half of 1975, and is completed just in time for the summer operating season. Sir Topham Hatt and Lady Hatt attend the grand opening, having first viewed the new line from a hot air balloon (and then made a crash-landing in said balloon).

To finish off, here is a rough map of the original Boulder Quarry line, the subsequent Upland Extension, and how they both relate to the main SR line.

[shipmachinerypartssupplier]

Essential Auxiliary Machinery on Ship

1. Generators

Generators are the heartbeat of a ship’s electrical system. They provide electrical power for various onboard systems, such as lighting, navigation equipment, communication systems, and HVAC (Heating, Ventilation, and Air Conditioning). Depending on the ship’s size and power requirements, multiple generators may be installed to ensure redundancy and continuous power supply during extended voyages.

2. Boilers

Boilers are essential for producing steam, which is utilized for various purposes on board. Steam is used for heating fuel oil and other fluids, running steam turbines for power generation, and operating various machinery and auxiliary machinery equipment, such as steam-driven pumps and winches.

3. Air Compressors

Air compressors generate compressed air used to power pneumatic tools, such as wrenches and chipping hammers, and operate pneumatic control systems. They also provide compressed air for starting main engines and auxiliary engines.

4. Purifiers

Fuel and lube oil purifiers play a critical role in maintaining the quality of fuels and lubricants used onboard. These machines remove impurities, water, and solids from fuel and oil, ensuring smooth engine operation and prolonging the life of critical machinery.

5. Refrigeration and Air Conditioning Systems

Refrigeration and air conditioning systems are vital for maintaining the temperature of provisions, perishable cargo, and living spaces. These systems use refrigerants and cooling coils to control temperature, humidity, and air quality throughout the ship.

6. Ballast Water Treatment Systems

To maintain stability and maneuverability, ships require ballast water to be pumped in or out as cargo is loaded or unloaded. Ballast water treatment systems are responsible for purifying and treating the ballast water to prevent the spread of invasive species and maintain marine ecosystem health.

7. Sewage Treatment Plants

Sewage treatment plants are responsible for processing and treating wastewater generated onboard. They help ensure that treated effluent meets international environmental standards before it is discharged into the sea.

8. Bilge Water Separators

Bilge water separators remove oil and other contaminants from the bilge water, a mix of seawater and oil that collects in the lower parts of the ship. The clean water is then discharged, while the separated oil is collected for proper disposal.

9. Incinerators

Incinerators are used to burn solid waste generated onboard, such as paper, cardboard, and non-recyclable plastics. Proper incineration reduces waste volume and ensures compliance with environmental regulations.

10. Water Makers

Water makers use reverse osmosis or distillation processes to convert seawater into potable water for drinking, cooking, and various onboard applications. They are especially vital for long voyages where access to freshwater sources may be limited.

Conclusion

The auxiliary machinery found on ships plays a crucial role in maintaining the vessel’s efficiency, safety, and comfort during journeys at sea. From power generation to waste management and water purification, each system contributes to the smooth operation and sustainability of modern ships. The continuous advancement of auxiliary machinery technology further enhances the capabilities and environmental performance of ships, making them safer, greener, and more reliable for maritime transportation across the globe.

[thunderclaw100]

(🎄🎁❄️MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! Tallest Kii belongs to @messinwitheddie)

Tallest Spectra, took a deep breath as she stood in front of the door, where she is to speak with the green control brain. This isn’t her first visit, and she even prepped herself with an earlier rehearsal. Spectra, even picked out one of her favorite wardrobe for this occasion. Then why is she so nervous? She has met with the control brain, who carries the responsibility to continue the Irken population. But this is way past visiting hours.

“You may enter.” Said the voice from the other side.

Spectra, gathered her thoughts and hovered inside the chambers of the control brains. Just like last time. The tallest gets that uncomfortable feeling whenever she’s in here. Spectra, followed the path of lights from each side of her. Until she came to a stop at the center of the room. Looking up at the three, large AI machines. Connected by the many wires, dangling from the ceiling and from the sides.

When she looked up at them. All Spectra can see were the lights coming from the green control brain. The other two are either out of commission or are off line. With a static pulse coming from the screen. The control brain in front of her spoke with an immediate annoyance in her tone. “What is it now, Spectra?”

“I….I want answers! You’ve been avoiding my questions ever since I’ve brought up the last mission you wanted done. I cannot go through with it.”

Spectra finally said. Looking up at the giant machine. The screen static out before a face appeared on it. “Hmm….this seems like you would need a s’more physical approach.” The control brain told her.

Spectra, moved back as soon as a light beamed down and then a tall figure materialize in front of her. Now with a holographic form. Tallest Kii, wearing her signature color green wardrobe armor. Every time Spectra sees her like this. The mother control brain is a beautiful sight. She comes up with whatever attire she sees fit for her hologram form. Tallest Kii, crossed her arms over her chest. “My memory drive must be going low. Do tell me what you had to complain about, dear Spectra?” She asked with an obvious hint of sarcasm in her voice.

“Days ago, I’ve got word that you and the other control brains want me to order my soldiers to attack the people of planet Aquara. I want to know why?”

“You’re worried about those little life forms? They’ve served their purpose with us, so not we can get rid of them. There will be no obstacles on our warpath.”

Spectra, winched at the word. “Warpath” out of all things they could have done for their empire. Why must it be lead to violence and destruction? If she had knower that being tallest would also mean commanding an army to overthrow another race’s existence. Spectra would have told Magnus no.

Speaking of which. She has never told her co-leader about these secret meetings with the control brains. Magnus, has no problem following these kinds of orders. He WANTS the empire to grow stronger. By any means, if possible! Kii, circled around the other tallest. Noticing the expression in her face. She lifts Spectra’s chin up to make her look at her.

“Panicking, Spectra? You know better than that.”

“The Aquarian people have been allies to the Irken empire for so long. They’ve supplies us with food and medical equipment, when we desperately needed it.”

Kii, released her chin and hovers a few paces back. “Even as that is true. We do not need them anymore. We are advanced now and their planet is suitable for another military base. This fight will be swift anyway.”

“But you’re sending many Irken soldiers to their deaths! The Aquara people have their own army on standby already. They know we’re coming for them.” Spectra said. Following the movement of the control brain. Kii’s hologram form glitches a little.

“You insolent fool! What right do you have to disobey me? I’ve made you! And I can very much well REPLACE you if it comes to it.” Kii spat. She glared at Spectra. She’s starting to regret making this one as a tallest. In fact, it was Kii who did not want her to be one. She’s fine with having a female standing as a leader but Spectra was not one of them. But unfortunately, her co-brains, Soxx and Hitz, allowed this to happen as a voting thing. She lost of course.

“Maternal brain. Please forgive my rudeness but you must understand. During our last battle encounter with the Vicibien warlocks. Many of our soldiers came back with gruesome damages and sickness. That we had no chose but to put them down!”

“They are soldiers. What else are they good for?”

“Why are we rushing into more unnecessary battles with races that are of no use to us?” Spectra asked.

“It is because we are the superior ones. They should be serving us! Do you not get it, dear? Do not speak with such sympathy for the weak and dependent. You are a tallest. Start acting like one.” Kii felt another glitch in her system. Shifting her hologram form a few times. Spectra clearly has more to say, but Kii waved her hand to dismiss her.

“You can’t ignore this! Please reconsider this attack.”

“Leave our chambers until you are summoned or if there is anything important than this to tell me.”

Kii went under the purplish light beneath the machine and turned around. Spectra shook her head and hovered towards the door. “I won’t let this happen. I’ll figure out what to do on my own.”

Even as that was said in a whisper. Kii heard that and grumbled until Spectra is out of the room. The green Control brain shakes her head in disappointment. “This one will be trouble for us. I just know it. Keep this up, Spectra, and you’ll be no use to us anymore.”

[iwannakissasopwithcamel]

Rathenau-9c - "Macchi's Unsung Heroes"

Role: Scout/Attacker Served With: Macchi, UWF First Flight: 1582 Strengths: An Actual Good Scout Weaknesses: Lightly Armed Inspiration: Nieuport 11 (1916)

Description:

Combat in the early years of the war showed the complete superiority of any aircraft that could fire directly forwards. Rathenau’s first type, the 7, used a deflector plate but this was obviously a stopgap and Meike Kessler, Rathenau’s chief designer, drew up a clean sheet aircraft in 1581.

The resulting Rathenau-9 was Macchi’s primary fighter aircraft, at least until the Ritter company moved their factories there in 1587. It provided good handling but was infamous for breaking up in dives. The Rathenau-11 mostly fixed this issue and added another machine gun in an attempt to keep up with the Kobra types coming into service. As Ritter planes became more common, Rathenau planes soon found a new niche in balloon-hunting squadrons, using rockets to down observers before they could be winched out of danger.

The early model 9b and 9c variants are extremely common and put up a fair fight, and their secondary balloon-busting capabilities are greatly valued by pirates and the less reputable sort of circus.

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[starcolonelkatrinamoon]

Worn Hopes and Armored Plated Dreams

The Scrapplemech had a stupid name, Katrina had decided. No quadmech, covered in salvage arms, fluid support systems, and lifting booms should be named “Scrapplemech”. She hated everything about the name. She hated that Tisha named it that. It was terrible that she got name it for it was her creation. What an awful machine.

And yet here it was, lifting her beloved’s decapitated Phoenix Hawk IIC onto a heavy recovery truck. The six Hammerheads of the trinary’s command star stood vigil over the salvage teams as they moved mechs onto recovery vehicles for towing back to the FOB. It didn’t matter if they were enemy or ally. Both would serve their purposes for what they would need in the coming days.

That did not stop the creeping feeling that crawled down her spine from watching eight of her own mechs get pulled back to the FOB.

______________________________________________________________

The Scrapplemech towered over the rest of the CSJ’s camp as it stood over the area in the middle they had cleared for refit and rearm. It looked like an ominous portent, all of its gantries and support structures extended out into the air, appearing like an industrial spider’s web intent on catching any pesky components. The Phoenix Hawk IIC had been laid out next to it, under one of the primary lift arms that could do major refit work.

Objectively speaking, the Phoenix Hawk IIC was not in bad condition. Katrina hated to think about it too hard, but this was fixable. And quickly as well. Quietly she muttered curses to herself as she hooked up lift gear to the damaged LB 10-X and prepared to lift it out of the torso module that it was seated in, stepping back a foot or so and throwing at thumbs up to Tisha so that she could engage the lift. The humming whine of the crane filled the air as its electric winch engaged, tugging the weapon up and out of its cradle.

The retractable blade that had damaged it had been removed prior, but the damage it left was clearly visible now that the cannon was out of the mech. The blade had mangled the breech and part of the feed mechanism. This gun would need significant rework if it was to be made operational again. For now it would get stuck in the rebuild pile.

Katrina sighed as she directed the boom, aiding Tisha in getting the 10 ton weapon where it needed to go. She had to think about what she was going to rebuild this with.

Maybe… maybe the Blakists needed a bit of a fright. She had some old refit plans floating around for the Phoenix Hawk IIC 7 for if they ever needed to do shock and awe ops. Perhaps those would suit. They had the RAC-2s available as well as the AP Gauss Rifles, and all of their spare parts had been flown down with the Scrapplemech.

Yeah. That idea would work. Maybe the Hammerheads too, if she could get the pilots on board. They likely would be. Disconnecting the lift harness from the landed LB 10-X, Katrina settled herself in for a hard day’s work.

@karriethemechtech

[thesightstoshowyou]

Innate

- A Sight’s Original -

Warnings: Mentions of foot trauma, blood, hypnosis, mentions of violence. GN reader

(~ AN: I had a dream and now I may or may not have a new Slasher OC. Depends on if there’s any interest, I suppose! Thank you for reading ~)

~~

The muscles of your arm ache, the crook of your elbow overburdened by this semester’s required texts. You shift them slightly, winching when the corner of Human Anatomy, 7th Edition jabs the mystery bruise on your inner arm. Should have grabbed a basket.

Something nags at you, some detail pulling at the back of your mind, bordering on urgent (where did that bruise come from)—

You blink and check the print-out clutched in your palm. One last text: The Principles of Human Physiology. You scan the shelves, your mind strangely fuzzy. It’s difficult to focus; you stare at the correct book for a full minute before you realize what you’re doing.

You grunt when the heavy tome comes to rest atop the rest. Awkwardly, you lug the stack to the checkout, sighing in relief when you dump them onto the counter. You massage your aching arm.

The girl behind the counter pops her gum, the rapid beep, beep of the barcode scanner increasing the green price displayed on the screen. You grimace. This is robbery—

“Are you okay?” You startle, realizing the girl is speaking to you. Confused, you frown in response. She raises a hand, points to your face. Mirroring her, your fingertips press to your cheek and come away wet.

You’re crying.

“Oh…. I’m—I’m sorry…I dunno why….” Hastily, you wipe the tears away. She looks concerned, wary. Your face burns in embarrassment. What the hell is wrong with you?

“These prices, right?” the girl jokes in an effort to ease the tension and you force out a humorless laugh, nodding absently. You pay, hurriedly retrieve your bag, and depart without a backward glance.

Outside the university bookstore, the hallway buzzes with activity as students prepare for the upcoming semester. Nervous freshman trail behind parents hurrying to the next task. Student rush to and fro to sign up for classes, meet with advisors, purchase parking passes, retrieve student IDs. Coffee machines hiss at the nearby cafe, their rich scents blanketing the hallway and overpowering the antiseptic smell of freshly mopped floors.

You skirt the line awaiting caffeination, intent on the exit. One more little obstacle awaits: A group of people mingling outside a classroom. You’ll just ease yourself through the throng—

Green eyes meet yours. Fear—bone-numbing, abject horror—crashes over you like you’ve been plunged into an icy lake. Impending doom, imminent death, unbridled panic call to you from those eyes. The scariest part is not knowing why.

It…he…. It’s just some guy, someone you’ve never seen before. He’s tall, mostly generic looking despite the shock of red hair. Young-ish, maybe mid twenties. The face doesn’t ring a bell; you’ve never seen him…. Never?

Something twinges, the barest hint of a memory. It’s…it’s right there, if you could just access it….

Instinct tells you to flee. Your muscles stiffen, body poised to retreat. Then, he shakes his head.

Your breath seizes in your lungs. The action built up in your sinew ceases and you still, rooted to the spot. You can’t move!

He breaks from the crowd and slowly makes his way toward you. With every leisurely step he takes, trepidation grows. More tears well up in your eyes. Each breath is only a little gasp despite the heaving of your chest.

His hand closes around your upper arm and he spins you as he walks, half dragging you along with him. Your right foot lags behind, like it doesn’t want to cooperate. You would have crashed to the floor if not for his vise-like grip on your flesh.

You want to scream for help, to reach for the nearest person, but your muscles refuse to cooperate, like you can’t control them. You can only move your legs to keep up with his stride. He tows you to an empty classroom, guides you inside, and closes the door. The cacophony from the hallway immediately quiets, voices and activity now a muted memory.

You’re alone with him.

Tears spill freely down your face now. The bag of books falls to the floor with a heavy thud. You stagger away, your foot throbbing. Why does it hurt? And more importantly, why are you so afraid of this man?

He crosses to you, cages you in against the wall. ‘Get away, get out, get away!’ your mind screams and pleads with you to act, but you’re stuck as though your shoes are glued to the freshly mopped floors.

He raises a hand. You flinch, expecting a blow, but instead he snaps his fingers three times in quick succession.

The world fades away.

**

Your expression goes slack, your eyes glazing over. Your body calms, relaxes. You’re still, an empty doll awaiting instruction.

A triumphant smile spreads across his face. He could not have asked for better results. Not only did you spend all morning walking around on a broken foot without noticing, you also hadn’t recognized him.

Well, not fully anyway. Innate fear, it seems, cannot be removed from the psyche. However, the memories of why the fear had developed in the first place…. Those can be shaped and buried as much as his heart desires.

With two fingers, he pats your damp cheek. No response, not even a twitch. A glance down at your feet finds the toe of your shoe stained with red. As he watches, the spot spreads, scarlet seeping into the fabric of your footwear. You’re bleeding into your shoe.

It’s not surprising. The foot had been such a mangled mess when he’d forced it back into a shoe early this morning. He’d taken such great care to break every single bone, after all.

Best get you back to the workshop before you bleed all over the tile.

He leans back over you, bringing his face inches from yours. Quietly, he says your name. Your glassy eyes meet his, intent on his next words.

“You are not in pain. Nothing hurts. Isn’t that wonderful?” You nod, a little half smile tugging at your slack mouth. He continues, “It’s time to go. You will walk 10 paces behind me, carrying all your school books. When you get into my car, you will go to sleep. You will come back to semi-consciousness in three, two, one….”

You blink, eyes focusing. Standing up straight, your hands come up and wipe away the tears wetting your cheeks. With purpose, you retrieve the heavy bag of books and stand at attention, waiting. You don’t look at him.

It’s like you can’t even see him right next to you.

Suppressing his grin, he makes it way out of the classroom and toward the exit. Diligently, you follow ten steps behind.

Outside, a cool breeze ruffles his copper hair. Fresh air fills his lungs as he inhales deeply, contentment washing over him in gentle waves.

Curiously, he wonders how many holes he can put in your chest before your body reacts.

It’s going to be such a busy afternoon.