#with a pico grunt

[sonicvoid]

I lied about the making real art thing.

[silver-tooth-the-panther]

Soft/safe vore and fear warning! Y’all want to see my version of Horror Pico? Well, here he is!

You found your tiny self wandering around the Devil’s Gate Forest just outside of Philly. Scared, panicked, and cold, you begin wandering around the premises. Sure, being a borrower alone in these woods was already enough to make you shiver, but what made it worse were the legends.

Rumor has it that a large Wendigo wandered these grounds, looking for whatever it might find to fill its stomach. Even though you were a tiny borrower and wouldn’t supply many nutrients, you knew that Wendigos weren’t exactly picky with their food. So, you wandered, looking for a safe place and keeping an eye on the forest around you.

Then, you heard a crunch, then a rustle, then a crack! You quickly hid behind the roots of a nearby tree, shaking and trying to catch your breath. Peeking your head out ever so slightly, you see what can only be described as an anomaly.

A tall man, or creature stood over the rushing creek. He looked to be male, judging by his bulky body and broad shoulders. It looked to be around 9”3 feet tall, which was even huge by human standards let alone for a borrower. You couldn’t see much about him due to a cloak of bear skin. What you could see was that the being had dull, orange hair and organs spikes poking through the cape. Its spines were thin and moved with every motion the creature made. The creature bend down every few seconds, seemingly trying to collect creek water.

You shivered from fright as you stared at the being in horror. Covering your mouth to conceal your breathing, you tried to stay silent in order to not get caught. Try as you might, your efforts were useless. The creature’s spines moved in a rippling motion, causing him to stop and grunt in annoyance.

“Hmm, who would be brave enough to come so close to me?” He said in a low, almost curious voice. The creature then slowly turned around, giving you a good look at his face.

Saying that the creature looked human would feel like complete nonsense. It only had one black eye socket which hosted a glowing, yellow eye. The other side of his face looked like a few bullets were shot at him. Cracks covered most of that side and a large, stitched up seam traveled from the bottom of his face to the top, which caused the middle of his upper lip to form an upside down “v” shape. His jaw was crooked and held sharp fangs. They looked like they could unhinge at any moment. The strangest thing about this creature was that he looked like a demonic version of the famous Philly mercenary, Pico.

You gasp as you step back, unfortunately alerting the creature to your presence. His yellow eye falls on you, sending fear through your veins. Strangely, his expression softened as he took a step closer.

“Oh? What is a little borrower doing out here in these woods, hm?” His voice shifted to that of a gentle, concerned tone, though you questioned its authenticity. You shiver from fear and fright as you watch the being crouch down. He seemed to wear a green striped hoodie and raggedy jeans that hid underneath his cloak.

All you could do was swallow your fear as his yellow gaze burned into you. The creature sighed softly before scratching the back of his neck. “Scared? Can’t say I blame you.” He seemed almost disheartened by your fear, so that encouraged you to try to break through it.

“Are you the Wendigo?” You ask timidly, realizing that was a stupid question only after you said it. The creature’s eye widened before he laughed, which was kind of charming in a way. “No, no, little fawn. People just think I am because I chase them out of these woods.” He then grumbled softly. “You just can’t trust people these days.” He then turned his gaze back to you. “I go by Teddy, though I’ve been called things like Horror Pico or Pico.exe. I don’t know how I got those nicknames if I’m being honest.” He chuckled softly at the ridiculous nicknames.

You, however, knew where these nicknames stemmed from. It was just simply because he looked like the mercenary. Was he a clone perhaps? You could only guess. “Why are you being so nice to me when you said you chase people?” You ask, shaking from both fright and the cold. Teddy tilted his head before smiling with his crooked fangs. “Little borrowers like you are so tiny and fragile. It would be cruel to frighten you so badly.”

“I guess you’re right.” You say softly before shivering once more. All you wanted to do was to go home. Teddy seemed to notice your suffering and his spines flattened against his back. “Here, little fawn. Crawl into my hands.” He spoke ever so gently as he laid his hands in front of you, which made you jump slightly. Looking at his large hands, you saw how damaged his fingers were. They were a deep red and tough, hard flesh covered them. White claws covered the tips. His fingers almost looked like they had been boiled.

You whimpered as you looked at his hands, being both hesitant and concerned for Teddy. “It’s alright. They don’t hurt anyone.” Teddy’s voice made you look at him before you looked back down at his hands. Sighing heavily, you decided to climb on.

Calloused scar tissue met your palms as you climbed on his fingers. Even Teddy’s palms were calloused, which showed how much he worked with his hands. A slight shake made you fall on your bottom, dead center of Teddy’s palm. He was lifting you up towards his face.

The creature looked at you with his one yellow eye, almost curiously. Taking a closer look at the creature, you noticed that a bit of his tongue stuck out of the triangle shaped part in his lips. This made you giggle, which Teddy returned. You could hear his deep, rumbling breathing, which sounded oddly soothing. Bringing his face closer to your body, Teddy gently nuzzled you, making you smile as his stitched seam rubbed against your body.

“My little fawn, your tiny body is freezing.” He spoke with a soft, gentle voice. “You must’ve been out here for a long while.” Then, the creature did something unexpected. He slowly brought you closer to the part in his lips and let your tiny body slip into his maw.

You scrambled to grab one of his jagged fangs. When that didn’t work, you clawed at the rough surface of Teddy’s tongue. “What are you doing?! St-Stop!” You cried out as tears already began to form in your eyes. Was this seemingly friendly creature really going to eat you?!

Your scared reaction seemed to startle Teddy as well, making his pause the process. He then began to rumble a tune. It sounded almost like a lullaby. Was he trying to calm you down? What did really he want from you?

Unfortunately, you didn’t have much time to stew on that. Teddy slowly began to raise his head, making your body slide downward right into his gullet. You yelped as your body was held by the strong, yet soft muscles of his throat. Even though everything felt so warm and soft, you were still being eaten! You clawed at the slick surface, a futile attempt to climb back up.

Tears began to flow down your face as you began to accept your fate. Your body slid into a larger space, the creature’s gut. Saliva covered the squishy walls and, by extension, your body. You could hear the creature’s belly rumble and his raspy breathing. Teddy’s heartbeat had a steady rhythm as it thumped right above your resting place.

You curled up in the dark organ and began to cry. This couldn’t be the end. Please, don’t let it be the end. A soft, gentle pressure could be felt against your body. Did Teddy put a hand on his belly? A concerned rumble seemed to confirm your suspension.

“Little fawn? Why are you so afraid?” Teddy’s voice was slightly muffled due to the thick walls. He seemed to sound…concerned? Was he really concerned about you? “What do you mean why?! You ate me!” You curled up even further into the soft walls. “You’re probably gonna digest me….”

Teddy made a somber whine, gently increasing the pressure on his tummy. “No, no. I would never digest anyone. I just…I just thought….” You listen to him sigh and wince. “I just wanted to keep you warm, little fawn. My digestive fluids are held in a separate organ when there is no food in my belly. My creator designed it to prevent acid reflexes and so I could hide things. I just use it to soothe my partner.” He paused for a moment. “We do this all the time. I thought everyone did this for comfort. I’m sorry….”

You feel the tension leave your body, gently snuggling into the soft, squishy walls. “It’s…it’s alright, Teddy.” You say with a soft smile and a few pats on the organ. “Just, let people know what you’re gonna be before you swallow them. A bit of hindsight for ya.” Teddy rumbled in response. “Fully noted.”Chuckling softly, you start to rub your hand along the stomach lining, feeling it sink into the soft flesh. A gentle vibration could be felt from the organ. Teddy was purring.

This made you smile and giggle with glee. “You like that, huh?” You lightly teased the larger creature. “Yeah…that always feels nice.” Teddy then began to walk, making his tummy sway ever so gently. All of the soft movements and sounds made your eyes grow heavy. You yawned before snuggling into your resting place. The stomach walls rippled as Teddy chuckled. “Don’t you worry, little fawn. I’ll take you to the edge of the forest.”

[spooky-month-archive]

Various references in the alleyway in Spooky Month 4: Deadly Smiles

First image:

A Pelo plush in a box

A Grunt face (Madness Combat)

Missing poster with Dexter Erotoph

Second image:

Missing posters with Nikocado, Koishi (Touhou) and a Grunt (Madness Combat)

Strawberry Clock (likely referencing The Clock Crew)

Pico (Pico's School)

Alien Hominid

Meat with a face referencing Super Meat Boy

Newgrounds logo on a box

Isaac (The Binding of Isaac) on a box

[skysensei07]

Screen Nexus Titans Boss Mechanics (Mag Agent)

it was originally something that was made by a fan called Gamenumber4 before it became official. i recommend checking him out on DeviantArt.

this post is to show how the fight between BBJ and the Mad World's charter, Mag Agent would function.

the original post was made by Gamernumber4

Phase 1: Mag Agent would start off on an elevated platform while causing large rocks to fall onto BBJ using his loud guitar like voice, in order to continue to the next phase BBJ needs to strike the supports holding the platform up. The supports can be destroyed by either knocking the falling rocks at them with subject delta's shoulder charge or by blowing them up using demoman's bombs. While this is occurring, Armed grunts will occasionally attack bunk bed junction serving as obstacles throughout the fight.

Phase 2: Once the platform supports are destroyed, the platform will fall down and cause Mag Agent to fall to the floor. once he gets up, he will continue to use his voice to summon falling rocks, but this time he will also smash the floor with his fists and stomp his feet to make shockwaves which BBJ must jump over. BBJ is still able to harm Mag Agent by having subject delta knock the falling rocks back at him, though everyone else is also able to harm him using their respective attacks. A bigger variety of grunts show up in this phase, such as armored grunts or grunts that are capable of dashing around.

Phase 3: After enough damage is dealt, Mag Agent throws his mic away and trades it in for his shotgun, and after some brief dialogue begins shooting at BBJ. Shotgun blasts will become Mag Agents main attack alongside the smashing and stomping. Cover will emerge from the floor of the arena which BBJ can use to evade the blasts from Mag Agent's shotgun, while hiding Pico can fire at Mag Agent but will need to hide again if they see him preparing to fire his shotgun again. The grunts stay the same in this phase, though occasionally rogue agents may appear as well during this phase.

Phase 4: After enough damage is dealt, Mag Agent becomes enraged and charges himself up with improbability energy, turning into a shadowy form similar to that of the auditor. In this phase, the arena changes to a floating platform below the nevadian gateway to hell while Mag Agent fires energy blasts from afar alongside a plethora of other attacks. The energy blasts can be knocked back by Maxine Turbo using her wrench, but Pico can also fire at Mag Agent using his gun. Mayday can also use her double jump to melee him when he floats above the platform but it's a very slow method so its unadvised to do so. All grunts are replaced by shadow minions in this phase, and they are capable of dashing so beware of them when they spawn in.

Upon dealing the finishing blow, BBJ must use their finishing attack to finish Mag Agent off. upon doing so the ends the fight.

[vaporwave-dr34ml4nd]

Grunt Pico would be friends with Deimos

[minusgangtime]

(A RP idea I thought of based on the climax of the Garfield movie

One of picos old enemy’s captures him and plans to throw him off a train above sharp rocks,leaving behind a threatening note. Lamina and crest find out and team up to save thier dad,and at the last moment,when the grunt thinks they all plummet to thier doom-MB came in clutch to save them!)

-mod Shelby

(But who will be the old enemy tho? :P)

[gemharvest]

Either I made up the memory of posting about this already or Tumblr's search function fucking sucks (both highly likely) but anyways one of the funniest parts of my specific ADHD experience is how when I get super attached to characters I get Attached.

So anyways I should make it clear one of my strong character attachments is to Pico so my initial struggle with Weekend 1 was Awful. Me and my 20 death streak on Blazin' cuz I was having a skill issue and every time I heard him do that little grunt before he falls over in the game over animation I felt so fucking awful. Like fuck I'm sorry baby I didn't mean it (he is literally pixels on my screen).

[ask-the-softie-five]

(A tear in the sky appears. It's random, but somebody comes out,floats, and looks around)

"This is null sector. I have reached reality 029S..soft-heart. Send paradox team 37XY through the pathway while I search the area,send some grunts, and J50."

(Everyone hid from this strange man,with pico holding Benjamin close,clutching his gun)

[princesshillaryellaworld25]

Demon Purity Senpai's exile from life

Everyone was injured from fighting Purity Senpai while Purity Senpai was using his magic to strangle Sick Girlfriend.

Drugfriend: *coughs* What do we do?!

SMG4: Purity Senpai's gotten strong! How are we gonna defeat him?!

Noah files: *grunts* We're too injured from the fight and Sick Girlfriend is struggling right now!

Purity Senpai: Hehehehe

Sick GF: *grunts* L-Let go of me!

Purity Senpai: You guys had fuck with me for the last time!

Sick GF: *struggling to breathe* Get off me you fucking bitch! No wonder your whole family hates you and your known as the biggest jerk in heaven and earth!

Purity Senpai: SHUT UP!!! *throws Sick Girlfriend to the ground*

Sick GF: Ow!

Penelope: SICK GIRLFRIEND! Don't you dare hurt her, you monster!

Purity Senpai: Oh but I can, You see I've been thinking and I thought why not kill a Sick Demon the same as a regular demon. By using angelic lazors at you *raises his finger at Sick Girlfriend with a blinking light!*

Sick GF: *mind* Crap, I'm done for.....

Penelope: Sick Girlfriend! No!

SMG3: Get the hell away from her!

Sick GF: Crap! I'm gonna die!

Purity Senpai: Say goodbye bitch!

As soon as Demon Purity Senpai was able to kill Sick Girlfriend, something hit him with a light beam.

Purity Senpai: OW! Who the hell did that?!

Demon Purity Senpai then looked at the mysterious person in front of Sick Girlfriend, which turned out to be someone familiar.

Sick Pico: Woah is that...

Angel Spirit DDTO GF: I won't let you kill her.

Purity Senpai: Get out of my way, unless you wann-

Angel Spirit DDTO Girlfriend pulls out a gem that was glowing.

Purity Senpai: W-What are you gonna do with that?

Angel Spirit DDTO GF: Purity Senpai, I sentenced you into banishment from earth and heaven by being trapped into this crystal for all eternity.

Purity Senpai: WHAT?! NO! GET THAT AWAY FROM ME! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!!!

Angel Spirit DDTO GF: You'll pay for your crimes today.

The crystal's magic grabbed Demon Purity Senpai, dragging him straight to the crystal.

Purity Senpai: NO! LET ME GO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! I DON"T WANNA GO IN THE CRYSTAL! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Then zap, Demon Purity Senpai was trapped inside the crystal for all eternity.

Sick GF: Woah, did she just....

Angel Spirit DDTO Girlfriend: I'm terribly sorry about this, consider this as an apology for what he's caused you guys. *disappears*

Sick GF: Wai-

Sick Pico: She's gone.

SMG4: Who was she?

Drugfriend: I don't know but whoever she was, she saved us.

Penelope: Well she must've known we're in danger.

Drugfriend: You may be right, C'mon guys, let's continue, we don't have much time.

Everyone: Right!

They all continued their journey.

[draggingmybodyacrossyourfloor]

La Mocosa — Miguel O’Hara x SpiderThorn (oc)

Comic Height Miguel (5’10)

Mostly SFW//Mature Language/slightly masochistic Miggy

Google translate Spanish <3

Miguel tries to scold a mentally unwell woman who’s taller than him.

Requested by @unique-high

SpiderThorn has been called into 2099’s office for her many “shenanigans” around the complex. Pranking spiders, breaking rules, playing around during missions— her constant use of ‘Fuck’ ‘Shit’ and other types of foul language. She had been recruited for her obvious power as a spider-woman. Not to mention, her venom. That definitely caught Miguel’s eye, of course she wasn’t the only spider-woman who caught his eye, but she was definitely.. the loudest. Miguel tapped at the screens blaring brightly in the dim-lit room he called his office. Standing on the tall platform, he saw the doors being opened in the corner of his eye, the light from the complex slipping in before suddenly being slammed shut. ‘Of course.’ He thought, ‘Break my fucking doors why don’t you?’. He groaned, shaking his head before placing his left hand on his waist. The definition of sass.

He looked down to the woman entering, listening close as she started to speak. Her voice was more elegant than she was as a whole, yet deep. She definitely had an accent, he knew she was mixed. He believed people called it ‘blasian’ or something stupid like that. “Heyyy, uh, so ya needed me Miguel?”, She spoke loud, her voice echoing in the large area. She stood tall, those damn boots.. he questioned how she could fight in them, considering how tall those platforms and the fucking heels! They were at least six inches. “Miguel?” He jolted, realizing he zoned out. He grunted in response, clenching his jaw before turning. “Thorn,” He paused, thinking for a moment “I believe you know why I called you here, la mocosa?”. The eye’s of her mask imitated a confused expression, before she placed her own hands on her hips.

“No, not really. So, can you tell me? If that’s not too much of a fuckin’ as—“ He interrupted, letting a low growl out as he spoke, “Language, this is one of the reasons, you need to watch your mouth!”. This startled her, Her eyes widening as if offended, “Well excuse me, figured I had a right to speak how I fuckin’ wish Miguel.” She brought her arms up and folded them, growling right back. This only annoyed Miguel, as he suddenly jumped and swung down, landing in front of her.. his hulking figure moving towards her, making her jump a little. “¡Cierra el pico!” He now stood tall infront of her, furrowing his thick brows and scowling at her, “This isn’t about your damn freedom of speech, it’s your attitude! You need to learn to take this seriously!”. He poked at her shoulder, his eyes glistening red for just a moment.. Thorn stared, before the eyes of her mask narrowed into a glare. She was slouched, but now she stood up straight.. towering over the man.

He stood, a little shocked but not deterred, even when she hissed out her response. “How about you hop off my dick, dude.” That’s all she said before she pushed him, it was a surprisingly hard shove, enough to send him onto his ass. His eyes widened in anger and shock, now turning his head up to Thorn— “OCTAVIA.” He spoke out her name in a pissed tone, getting up with his claws out, “You WILL obey me, ¡la mocosa!”. She still stood, unmoving, “Like hell I will, limp dick, by the way what the fuck does ‘la mocosa’ or whatever mean. The fuck you calling me?!” She snapped, flexing her hands at him in an aggressive manner, showing her large sharp claws in those damn gloves of her suit.

He stared, flabbergasted that this woman was so brave to threaten him. He was in complete shock, how dare she?! He growled back, walking close to her again.. “It means brat you INSOLENT—“ He stopped, and took a deep breath through his nose and clenched his jaw. “You are such a pain.” He said, his tone filled with his pent up frustration. She only laughed, relaxing as she watched his reaction “Man, you really are a fucking dick. Calm the fuck down, dude.” Her mask imitated a smile using the eyes, her now leaning in close to his face. “Getting worked up over a few pranks, huh. Pussy, can’t people take a fucking joke?” Her pranks were more or less childish, pretending to almost fall to her death but catching herself at the last second though was not. She suddenly hunched over him, pushing him into the nearby wall and caging him in with her own large figure.

“You’re adorable, Miguel. Really, I mean it.” She whispered, giggling all the while he had an expression of confusion, anger, slight embarrassment, and her scent was starting to drive his mind crazy. She smelled spicy almost, yet very alluring at the same time. He could smell her musk from moving all day, it was almost lustrous— it filled his nostrils and made his mind blank a bit. Miguel sputtered, whispering back “Wh- What?”. This just made her laugh harder, before pulling her mask off, all her fluffy locs frizzing out and cascading down her back.. She tugged the front of her turtleneck down, revealing the rest of her face and her thin lips. “I said you’re adorable, damn.. is old age gettin’ t’ ya? Already? Damn.” She teased, before bringing her face closer until her lips were inches apart from his. Miguel’s heart was skipping and racing all at once, his brain trying to process all that was happening. Should he be violent, should he kiss her— wait why would he KISS this bitch?! He wasn’t entirely sure, but fuck that smell was making him feel intoxicated.

“Miguuueeelll.. You good? You’re zoned out..” she cackled, her right hand moving onto the man’s waist— making him flinch and react with his hands on her shoulders pushing her back. “Out.” He shuddered, speaking sternly. She made a face, raising an eyebrow “huh?—“ “OUT. NOW.” Miguel shouted, his fangs showing. She was confused, but shrugged, “uhh..’kay.. bye?” And then she left, completely confused about how he reacted. Miguel watched as she left, and when she was completely gone and he made sure of it.. he sighed, grunting “Lyla—“ she appeared beside him, with a big smirk “…cancel my meetings for today.. tell them I fucking died.” Lyla laughed, and nodded, giving two thumbs up and finger-guns, “Gotcha Miguel, I gotcha!”. Miguel sighed, facepalming and dragging his hand down his face.. Before going to his desk chair and.. staring in dismay at the growing boner he now had to attend to.

“…Dios mio..”

Translations

¡Cierra el pico! - Shut your mouth!

Dios mio - My god

[head-empty404]

boygrunt and gruntfriend from friday night funkin': antipathy !!

this mod is one of my favorites because it actually changes the designs of both boyfriend and girlfriend to best fit the mod. it does still use their standard designs as an option which is neat !!

bonus grunt pico cause it was a nifty idea i had:

[getblammed]

(Giving you options again... this time this is from darnell to pico! (added him recently, lol) - @deliveringspookzandtreatz

(this is for the demands meme btw!)

1) look at me . how many fingers am i holding up ?

2) put this over it to stop the bleeding .

3) Wipe that look off your face .

orrr

4) turn around . slowly .

(trying to hit ya up more and thought it be good to send darnell to ya!)

meme.

A hit gone south, a bad habit of the redhead’s in underestimating his target, Pico’s vision spun as he slumped back against the wall he’d just harshly whacked the back of his head into. Pounding head raised to take in the dazed sight of the man knelt before him, Pico managed a dismissive grunt, not bothering to follow his best friend’s demand as the merc went to struggle back to his knees, leant against the brick all the while.

“ Fuckin’— twenty. M’ fine, man. ”

Despite his words, Pico could only stay up for a few moments before he swayed and slumped forwards, landing against his friend and struggling to stay upright from there. No disregarding remarks this time, only strained huffs as the redhead tried to keep the throbbing pain within his skull at a manageable level.

[lumililith]

So, now that the Pico update is here (Go Pico, yeah yeah, go Pico, yeah!), I am stunned and amazed by the amount of effort the devs put in for the update. I mean, full on remixes? Count me in! Also, we’re gonna get 9 playable characters apparently, so…yay.

Anyways, I remembered back in a post by ninjamuffin, saying that alongside Pico, Tankman, Cassette Girl and Hank J Wimbleton are coming. He did say the list has changed since then, (Cassette Girl controversy) but now that I know this, I’m gonna make some changes to the characters in the Au and just for fun, also the characters that are mentioned above:

Monster: ‘Bloodmoon’ Malamar, basically this Malamar is akin to the Blood Moon Ursaluna and AZ’s Floette. A single Pokémon has gone through something so harrowing, that they permanently change in appearance and stats and abilities, how did this happen? I’m not sure.

Spirit:Lucas-Porygon Z hybrid, let’s say that in a Platinum Timeline, Team Galactic was able to kill Lucas and Charon most likely made him into Porygon Z drone hybrid using his soul, so that they could have a loyal ally. However, Lucas was able to escape one day, wandering about aimlessly in the cyberspace. Until he stumbled upon a Dating Stimulator game that was sent through the FNF dimension via wormhole, and was picked up by a certain girl in the store…

Tankman: RocketSpe Red and Yellow. Basically in a what if timeline where the Dexholders worked with their respective evil teams. In this case, the Kanto and Johto holders worked with Team Rocket, the ones that are stranded in the FNF dimension are a couple of rocket grunts and 2 of the admins: Red and Yellow. Red is more or less the same as his original counterpart while Yellow is not the same as before. I’ll only say illegal experimentation mentally , I’ll leave it up to your interpretation of what happened to her. Red serves as the opponent in the first song, Yellow in the second and both sing the last song.

I’ll explain the others next time, but please tell me what you think!

That's super cool!!

I think Monster being a new form of Malamar is so fitting—that thing is so freaky as it is, it feels right at home taking Monster's place. I should know, my favorite episode of the XY anime is the one where it controls Jenny, Rocket, and the gang.

I like that you covered both the bases of Senpai and Spirit with Lucas and Porygon-Z. The idea of him being killed by Team Galactic and his soul being trapped inside a Pokemon, left to aimlessly walk the cyberspace until finally finding a new vessel is super neat to me.

I'm all for villain plots, characters, and just villains in general, so the protagonists becoming Rocket members REALLY makes me giddy. I love the switching between the two of them for the songs, eventually joining together like how Boyfriend and Girlfriend do in Week 7, or Mommy Mearest and Daddy Dearest in Week 5. As for Yellow, I'd like to think she was brainwashed using any means necessary. I'll... leave it at that. 🤭

[silver-tooth-the-panther]

You know what? I like you! *Proceeds to throw my Bear5 AU at you*

A Precious Gift

(A FNF Bear5 AU)

Word Count: 3845

Warnings: Heavy angst, Hurt comfort, gore, and death (but this is FNAF related so… Also Pico and BF are dating in this AU.)

Flames engulfed the abandoned building, slowly making it crumble. The husks of childhood were scattered across the burning threshold. Pico sat on his knees, rubbing his sore neck. Looking up, he could see the lifeless body of Henry Emily. A metal stake planted in his heart.

“Burn in hell, bastard.” Pico hissed with venomous hatred. He couldn’t care less if he made it out of the burning grave, for he had lost someone who meant the world to him. Pico weakly turned his head, spotting the corpse of Boyfriend.

Blood spilled from the young man’s brain. Pieces of his skull and flesh were strewn across the floor. His teeth were now falling out of his head as he looked at Pico with a white, lifeless stare.

Pico averted his gaze, feeling tears begin to well up in his eyes. For a moment, he could only hear the thundering beat of his heart. “How could I…? I let you down…I’m sorry.” Mumbling softly to himself, Pico just curled up on the floor. He couldn’t live with the guilt if he made it out alive. It was simply too much…

A van screeched as it rushed down the road. Tires sliding across the sleek road as it hurled towards its destination. Pogo, a now infamous monster hunter, had the wheel. “Come on. Come on. Come on.” He growled through bared teeth.

His tail lowered when he finally saw the burning restaurant, dread filling his heart. As the flames tore into the building, Pogo hurled himself into the parking lot. He hopped out of the car in a flash, his large paws making a loud thud as they hit the ground. Pogo’s eye darted from one part of the building to the other, hoping to spot anyone. The Huntsman then took a whiff to judge the scene. Most of what he could smell was ash and gas, but there was something else. It was faint, but distinct. There was somebody in the building, more than one.

Instead of immediately rushing, like Pogo usually did, he hesitated. He was thinking about the logic of this world and how it differed from his own timeline. Pogo went around to the back of the van and pulled the doors open. In front of him lay something peculiar.

Inside the back of the van was a life-sized stuffed animal, around 6”7 or so. It’s blue fur was complemented by the lighter tone on its belly. A permanent sharp toothed grin was stitched on its face and it had three arms on each side of its body. It even had a long tail that had foam feathers attached to the tip. Pitch black eyes from its cat-like head stared back at Pogo.

The Huntsman sighed, taking the stuffie and some rope before strapping it to his back. “I hope Billy was right about this timeline.” With that, Pogo took off towards the burning building, making sure that nothing could get in his way.

Bursting through the glass doors, Pogo immediately felt the heat of the flames. He grunted before sniffing the air, hoping to snuff out the survivor. His eyes locked on the hallway to his right. “There we go.” With determination filling his heart, the Huntsman ran towards the scent, feeling the heat from all around.

He saw the empty shell of the restaurant’s animatronics as he ran. First, Pogo ran into the right hallway, spotting a burning bunny in the room ahead. Then, he turned left and continued upwards, spotting a chicken and a fox along the way. “Almost there.” Pogo gritted his teeth as the familiar scent grew stronger with each step he took.

Sliding into the room, Pogo’s eye darted from one place to another. He saw the corpse of Henry Emily and Bear 5, then Boyfriend’s mangled body. He gripped his chest. Was he too late? Had both of them died already? His eye scattered for more answers before it laid upon Pico.

The poor ginger held his knees against his chest, waiting for the flames to engulf him. He didn’t even notice Pogo coming into the room. The Huntsman winced softly, understanding his pain far too well. “Hey! You need to get out of here!” Pogo roared so his voice could be heard above the crackling flames.

Pico flinched slightly before looking up at the Huntsman. His white eyes held nothing but emptiness. “Why should I?” He answered in an uncharacteristically low voice. “I couldn’t even save my boyfriend.” Pogo sighed as he went over to Pico and crouched down.

“You couldn’t have known. I know it’s hard not to blame yourself, especially when you’re thinking of all the possible outcomes, but it really isn’t your fault. Trust me, Pico. He’d want you to live.” The ginger just sighed and hugged his knees tighter, not even questioning how this stranger knew his name. “I just want to be with him.”

Pogo wanted to explain that he had a plan, but the building was falling apart with every second. “You don’t have much time!” Growling heavily, Pogo picked up the ginger in his arms. “H-Hey! Put me down!” Pico yelled as he began thrashing about, but couldn’t do much due to the Huntsman’s strength.

Ignoring Pico’s pleas, Pogo ran through the restaurant, making sure not to burn either Pico or the stuffie on his back. Once he reached the front doors, he plopped Pico down on the concrete, cold stairs. “Now wait here.” Pogo grunted with authority. “I’ll be back in a bit.” Turning around with a heavy sigh, Pogo ran back into the building.

Pico just stared in bewilderment as the Huntsman ran back into the building. What was his goal? Why the hell did he go back in? Pico didn’t ponder on these questions for too long though. Instead, he just hugged his knees once more. The ginger then started to cry, which quickly turned into sobs. He knew that he would carry this guilt for the rest of his life and there would be nothing he could do about it.

Pogo rushed quickly to get back into the room. He had ducked under falling debris and jumped over pieces of plywood just to get here. His eye darted everywhere to find what he had been looking for again. Once his eye laid upon Boyfriend’s corpse, Pogo sighed in relief seeing that the body had not been damaged by the debris, but he had to act fast.

The Huntsman ran over to the body and gently scooped him up in his arms, not caring if blood got on his hoodie or not. “It’s alright, little guy. I’ve got ya.” Pogo spoke to the corpse in a soft, gentle voice. Before he knew it, heavy debris fell in the hallway, trapping Pogo inside the burning room.

“Shit!” Pogo roared as he held Boyfriend’s body close to him. Looking around, Pogo laid his eye on a large door that had flames surrounding it. A weak point. The Huntsman huffed, positioning himself for impact. “This is gonna fucking hurt.” Without another thought, Pogo tucked Boyfriend’s body against his chest before ramming into the door.

The flames scalded the Huntsman’s skin, making him growl in pain. Pogo put a hand on his burned cheek as the midnight wind hit his face. Due to his Huntsman genes though, the burns quickly healed up, leaving no scars.

Pogo breathed in rather deeply as he look at Boyfriend’s corpse in his arms. “I’m so sorry I didn’t make it on time, but I pray this is not the end for you.” He then set the corpse on the grassy ground. Undoing the rope knot on his chest, Pogo freed the stuffed animal and brought it in front of him. He examined it for a moment, checking to make sure that there were no burn marks. Luckily, there wasn’t, so he set the stuffie right beside the corpse.

“Please forgive me for what I’m about to do.” Pogo spoke softly as he put a hand on the corpse’s chest. Raising his other hand and baring his claws, the Huntsman dove it straight into Boyfriend’s chest cavity. Moving around to try to find it, Pogo eventually made contact with a circular muscle, Boyfriend’s heart. He grabbed it, making sure not to squeeze it, then pulled it out.

The heart lay stiff in Pogo’s hand, yet he knew this was the piece he needed in order for this to work. He moved over to the stuffie before using his unbloodied hand to make a rip into its chest. Pogo looked at the heart with sympathy. “You’ll walk again.” As he said that, he put the heart into the stuffie’s chest and sewn it in an “x” with the sewing equipment he had in his pocket. Now, all he could do was pray.

“Charlie, if you are still here, please help this young man. He did not deserve to die by such tragic means. Please, share your gift one last time, the gift of life!” He kept his eyes closed in prayer, desperately hoping that he would be heard.

“This young man…was a lover to the stranger. I can only imagine the pain they are going through. I am so sorry my father took your life before the stranger could save you. But, he did set us free. In return, I’ll do him this favor. I would normally be hesitant, but I know you will have freedom, unlike us. So, I shall give you my secret gift. Walk again, my friend.” Charlie spoke to the corpse before she faded away.

Pogo still had his eyes closed, not being able to hear what Charlie said. Something did catch his attention though. A heartbeat. It was subtle, but it was there. Pogo looked up to see the fingers of the stuffie curl into its palm. It’s tail swayed slightly as it tried to stand up. All six of its arms tried to assist itself to stand. Pogo backed up in awe as the plushie stood on his own, happy that Charlie answered his prayer.

Boyfriend felt dizzy, feeling as if his mind was a fish bowl. He clasped the sides of his head with hands. “What…the hell happened?” His voice sounded distorted and echoey. Turning around to get a better look at his environment, his eyes eventually laid on his own corpse.

Boyfriend shrieked in horror as he backed away. Was that him? Was he really dead? Something took hold of him that normally wouldn’t even cross his mind, fear. His new body shook and trembled as he stared at his very own corpse. This couldn’t be the end! Then, he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, it’s alright.” Pogo kept his voice soft to sound as comforting as possible. Boyfriend looked at Pogo with frightful eyes. “Alright?! I’m staring at my own god damn corpse! I fucking died!” Tears began to form in his eyes. How was Boyfriend even crying? He didn’t bother to try to find an answer. Pogo sighed softly. “Well, you’re not really dead.” Boyfriend looked at Pogo with utter confusion. “How am I not dead?” The Huntsman scratched the back of his neck, not sure who to explain this. “Look at your hands.”

Boyfriend just furrowed his brow before listening to what Pogo said. He carefully lifted up his hands to where he could see them. There, he saw six total paws. Trembling, Boyfriend just stared at the paws for a moment. “H-Hand me my p-phone, please.” Pogo nodded as he reached over to the corpse and pulled the device from the back pocket.

The Huntsman then hand the phone over to Boyfriend, who took it with trembling hands. The first thing he did was open up the cameras. He couldn’t comprehend what he was looking at. Boyfriend’s new mouth did not move from its toothy grin, no matter the expression. Instead, it was his pitch black eyes that told people how he felt.

Boyfriend froze in place, causing his phone to slip from his hand. Pogo could see just how much distress the young man was under. “I know it’s a lot, bud, but everything is gonna be ok-“ “WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO ME?!” The young man was practically hyperventilating at this point, causing Pogo to step back.

The living stuffie fell to the ground, tears flowing from the dark pits of his eyes. “Oh god…I’m one of them, aren’t I? Those fucking robots?” Boyfriend said as he looked up at Pogo, who shook his head. “No, you are not one of them. You were just given a second chance.” Boyfriend just averted his gaze, looking back at his corpse.

“Second chance…?” He spoke timidly, his usual confidence was completely gone. “Look at me…I look like a monster.” The Huntsman shook his head once more as he placed a hand on Boyfriend’s shoulder, lightly squeezing it. “But you aren’t a monster. You are a young man whose life has been cut short.” The stuffie seemed to appreciate the gentle touch, but he refused to look at Pogo.

“What’s Pico gonna think?” He asked himself. “He won’t love me like this…” Pogo huffed, crossing his arms. Although he did intend for the vessel to be somewhat creepy, it it was more so intended for it to be a mixture of cute and creepy. “That’s a load of rubbish! He’ll love you no matter what.” It was then Boyfriend finally looked up at Pogo, as if asking for an explanation. “Look, he was willing to die along with you so you two could be together.” The Huntsman spoke with warmth and kindness, slowly easing the distressed stuffie.

“He was willing to do that? Just for me?” Boyfriend asked with a more calm and soft tone. The Huntsman nodded. “Yes. Just for you, bud. That man loves you and he’ll be happy to see you.” The stuffie then clumsily stood up, still getting used to his digigrade legs. “W-where is he?” Boyfriend asked, fiddling with his plush claws.

Pogo pointed to the front of the building. “He’s at the steps. Go around, but be wary of falling debris.” The Huntsman gathered Boyfriend’s wallet, microphone, and cap from his corpse, along with his phone, and handed them to Boyfriend. Taking out a piece of paper, Pogo wrote down something on it and handed that to Boyfriend too. “If you need my help or need any questions answered, call or text me.”

The stuffie nodded, holding the items in his hands. “Thank you. I know it’s not nearly enough for what you’ve done.” Pogo smiled warmly at Boyfriend.”It ain’t no problem! It’s what I do.” Pogo looked towards the building, watching the flames dance. “Now, go to him. I’ll stay behind to clean up the mess.” Boyfriend nodded shyly before turning towards the pathway beside the building.

He stood there, hesitating for a moment. The stuffie could feel his heart pounding as he stared down the alleyway. “It’s okay, bud.” Pogo spoke softly to the frozen plush. “I’m sure he’ll love you just the same.” Boyfriend sighed, knowing the Huntsman’s words were true. So, he started to make his way down the alleyway. His new legs fumbled over nearly everything. “Shit.” Boyfriend hissed as he nearly tripped over a small rock.

The stuffie was careful as he trudged along the path. He didn’t want to fall and rip the fabric. It was funny how the fur of his new body actually felt like his own skin. Boyfriend could feel everything around him. The cold wind brushing up against his body. The tickles grass and sharp pebbles underneath his feet. It was as if he had never switched bodies, except for his clumsy footing and four extra arms to accommodate for.

Seeing the front corner of the building gave the stuffie dread. He was almost there, close to seeing Pico. The sound of harsh sobs made Boyfriend’s ears perk up. With even more cautious steps, the stuffie peeked his head out from the corner to see the source of the sound.

There, he found Pico on the steps, just as Pogo said. The ginger was sobbing into his knees, drenching them with tears and snot. “Why…Why was I late? I’m so sorry…” Boyfriend heard Pico say in a trembling voice. He had never seen him cry much, especially not this hard. The stuffie peeked further out from the corner. All he wanted to do was wrap his arms around Pico and tell him that he was alive again.

“Pico?” The ginger heard a distorted voice say. Jumping from his position, Pico whirled around to see where the voice came from. With wide eyes, he stared at the large stuffed animal in horror. Was it another one of those robots? It sure looked creepy as hell.

Yet, Pico remembered that the same stuffed animal was strapped to the Huntsman’s back. Was it really alive this entire time? Why didn’t it help the Huntsman in the building? These questions swirled in Pico’s mind as the plushie stepped closer. “Pico?” It spoke again, only more timid and shy this time.

It finally clicked with the ginger. The stuffie’s voice was distorted, but Pico could recognize it anywhere. “Boyfriend…?” Pico asked, tilting his head in utter confusion. “Is that really you?” The stuffie nodded slightly, his ears drooping. “It’s me, babe.”

Pico’s jaw dropped as he looked at the stuffed animal, only making Boyfriend more nervous. He stiffened and fiddled with his plush claws. “I’m sorry. This isn’t the body you or I know. I look like a monst- beep!” Boyfriend immediately froze as he felt Pico wrap his arms around him, squeezing him tightly.

“I’m so sorry, BF! I took too fucking long to find you! Oh god…I’m so sorry.” Pico sobbed into the stuffie’s soft, fluffy chest. Boyfriend looked down at the poor ginger, a compassionate look in his eyes. He then wrapped all six of his arms around his partner. “It’s alright, Pico. Don’t blame yourself. Neither of us had any idea that was going to happen.” The stuffie tried to reassure him as he raised one hand to pet his head.

Pico trembled in Boyfriend’s arms, smothering his face into the stuffie’s fluffy chest. “I’m so sorry…” The ginger sniffled softly. Resting his head on top of Pico’s, Boyfriend gently rubbed circles on the ginger’s back. “It’s not your fault, babe. I could never hold something like this against you.”

The ginger slowly stopped trembling, eventually remaining still in the stuffie’s arms. He finally looked up at Boyfriend, who tilted his head. Pico raised his hand to rest upon the stuffie’s cheek. Being the softie he is, Boyfriend leaned into the touch, closing his eyes out of comfort. “You could never be a monster.” Pico said softly as he petted his partner. He took the red cap from one of the stuffie’s hands and placed it on his head.

Boyfriend opened his eyes, the pitch black stitching looking down at Pico. The ginger took this opportunity. Standing on his toes, Pico kissed his partner, directly on the stitched patch. Boyfriend blinked in surprise, but returned the kiss as best as he could. He held the back of Pico’s head as he did so.

Breaking away, Pico looked up at the stuffie. He could hear Boyfriend’s heart beating loudly in his chest. Resting his head against the stuffie’s chest, Pico sighed heavily. “Please…Don’t leave me. I can’t lose anyone else.” Boyfriend gently nuzzled Pico’s forehead. “Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

Rustling of grass could be heard behind them, so they turned to see who it was. Pogo, who was covered in blood, huffed as he walked out of the alleyway. The Huntsman looked up at the couple and smiled warmly. “I’m glad to see that you two are safe now. My partner told me that this timeline is more prone to possession due to this thing called remnant. That’s why I brought the plushie.”

The couple looked confused at the mention of remnant, but felt like there were more pressing matters. “You knew I was going to die?” Boyfriend asked, tilting his head. “It was just a precaution.” The Huntsman looked out into the night sky, hearing a high pitched noise steadily approaching. “You love birds might want to get a move on. The fire trucks are coming and it’s going to be difficult to explain how a human soul managed to possess a stuffed animal.”

Boyfriend and Pico looked at each other, nodding slowly. “Shit. You’re right.” The couple stepped down the stairs. Pogo joined them, staying right by their side. All three of them headed to Pico’s black car with tired, yet warm feelings in their hearts. Pico unlocked the car before opening the passenger’s door for Boyfriend to hop in, which he happily did so.

“Thank you.” Boyfriend said with a soft voice, resting his back against the seat. Pico nodded before turning to the Huntsman, a grateful smile came over his face. “I really owe you a lot, man.” Pico said as he put his hands on his hips. “Is there any way I can pay you back.” Pogo chuckled as he raised his hand. “Nah. You two suffered enough tonight. I do this to help others anyway, so you don’t have to pay anything back.”

Pico sighed as he scratched the back of his neck. “Thank you…for bringing him back to me.” The Huntsman smiled warmly as he patted Pico on the shoulder. “It’s no problem. Just try to stay away from any more monsters, okay?” Pico chuckled softly. “If we do, we’ll call you.” Pogo gave the ginger a thumbs up. “Sounds good!” With that, Pogo headed towards his van and hopped in.

Pico watched as the Huntsman drove away. Sighing heavily, he finally hopped into the driver’s seat and turned on the ignition. Boyfriend’s microphone, wallet, and phone rested inside the middle console. The ginger looked up at Boyfriend, who had his eyes closed as he laid back. “Are you ready to go home, angel?”

Boyfriend halfway opened his eyes and rolled his head to look at Pico. “More than anything.” The ginger smiled warmly as he held one of Boyfriend’s hands. “Me too.” The engine roared as they pulled out and drove away. Darkness surrounded the couple, only the headlights provided light. Despite this, a bittersweet feeling brewed within the two of them.

Boyfriend and Puco knew that they had to learn how to adjust to this new life. The stuffie was going to figure out how his new body works, both the hood and the bad. It was all worth it though, for they were still together.

The stuffie felt his eyes grow heavy as they drove. He couldn’t help but lean against Pico’s shoulder. Sighing softly and feeling more comfortable and loved then he ever had before, Boyfriend closed his eyes and fell asleep. Pico smiled as he did this, gently petting him with his free hand. “Rest, my angel. I’ll take it from here.”

[picoshotz]

" hehehe... Seems I was right. You DO still like him, don't you? You wish he could be in your arms.. Instead of her's, right? God, you are so pathetic. I don't even wanna try and hurt you now. "

--There was some sort of.. Sharp ringing in Pico's head. Along with whispery, messed up voices of what sounded to be Boyfriend.--

--Whoever this Reef guy was.. They're a bit more than just a hitman.--

Pico grunted, placing a hand on his head.

“What the fuck.. w—why are you doing this?!”

Pico shouted, clutching himself in fear.

[vaporwave-dr34ml4nd]

Grunt Pico doesn't work solely for the AAHW, S.Q. or Nexus, he just does whatever job he's hired to do, and he's died many times before. He and Deimos smoke together (Gruntco)

Blake is an assassin and takes Picos place, au name is a WIP, but I'm calling it the Amends of Assassination au. So Blake is also now known as AOA Boyfriend

Im thinking about my silly lil guys who are just sketches and has their lore on the backburner