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rabotimagines · 2 months ago

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"Tease" GN BOT Reader x [Yandere/Obsessed] Ironhide, Prowl, Ratchet, Optimus.

Summary: The bots snap. Or BOT Reader gets their valve pounded.

G1 characters: Ironhide, Prowl, Ratchet, Optimus

Warnings: CNC (technically), Yandere/obsessed bots! Prowl uses his stasis cuffs, Ratchet abuses his knowledge as a medic.

Genre/Theme: Yandere Smut 🔞 MDNI

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours

Notes: Reader wants to frag but thought it would be more fun to tease the bots while playing coy. The bots don't know this, however, hence the CNC instead of NC or Dubious consent because they think its full NC from their perspective. (Prowl has assumptions but isn't sure, While Optimus is the only one who does actually know for certain you want him.) G1 Optimus would be such a soft Yandere I'm sorry it's true. Prowl and Optimus's parts directly references their first imagine I wrote with Yandere them here

Ironhide is the fastest out of these mechs who snaps first in this scenario. Now, don't get it twisted. Ironhide lasts much longer than other autobots not included here. (Sunstreaker, Skyfire) But out of the other contenders here, he snaps near immediately compared to the rest of them. It starts with soft brushes of your em field when passing each other and you don't react. And Ironhide can see the shape of your aft while your bending over to help fix teletraan 1- and it cultivates when you accidentally run into him and his servos fly onto your frame to steady you not realizing it's you- and your frame is pressed right up against his own and your servos are on each other- and then Ironhide can't fragging take it anymore!

Ironhide drags you into their equivalent of a storage closet before you can protest. It's a heated and frustrating blur, but Ironhide does remember yanking the manual release on your modesty panel- Next thing he knows, he's pounding into your valve from behind where you're both standing. Ironhide curses when you squeeze down on him while you groan against Ironhides' servo. Ironhide had covered your mouth when he yanked you in here. While the back of your frame was pressed right against his front. There's a soft clank of his windshield glass getting hit on your armor every time he bottoms out inside you again.

Primus- you little- You didn't mean to do it! Ironhide knows- he's just a filthy fragging pervert who can't help himself! Every muffled cry out of you only makes Ironhide snap his hips harder and harder. The heavy want in his core only getting hotter and hotter the longer he's fragging you silly. Primus- Ironhide fantasized about this so many times, and the press of your frame against his and your valve taking his spike like this didn't even come close to his own dirty little thoughts. You're so good- taking his spike so good- not struggling too much against him neither- Ironhide lately wishes he'd dragged you in here by your front because he really wants to taste your glossia right now.

A strangled noise, muffled but still audible, escapes your throat when Ironhides free servo grabs your spike and practically starts fragging you right into his own fist with the force of his thrusts. Your spinal strut arches back against his own frame, where you're flush against one another. Your frame is trapped between ironhide and his own servos, and you overload on his spike. Valve clenching down on him and a muffled but used sound escapes you when Ironhide only speeds up. And Ironhide groans and stills to finally overload inside you.

You groan against his servo and Ironhide just continues to softly rut against your aft. Riding out his own overload and making sure his transfluid is stuffed in your valve proper. Your spent spike is twitching in his servo and Ironhide pushes his em field out to praise you- His dang glossia wasn't cooperating with him right. So instead he's pushing his field to wrap around your frame like the rest of him was. the Good, good, you're doing so good. that Ironhide feels in his struts caresses your softly twitching frame.

Ironhide pulls his servo away from your mouth, and you pant in greedy vents. Ironhide then gags you with his digits next- The flat of his digit pads pressing down flat on your glossia. His own glossia dragging along the covering of your audial- Ironhides spike twitching inside you when you whine around his digits. Ironhide had a good amount of pent-up tension he still needed to get outta himself concerning you.

He's lucky you were so understandin' to his predicament...

Prowl didn't know what else he could do to avoid the new influx of- unsavory imagery infecting his proccessor whenever he would see you. He'd chalked it up to it being because he'd seen you as he had in the hallway self servicing. And now he could not get the imagery out of his helm. And then new... fantasies continued to turn in Prowl's processor. His logic center continued to randomly calculate subduing measures. He'd now made a habit of dismissing them and keeping his servos behind his own back when you'd have to be near one another.

Prowl is coming out of his habsuite, and you suddenly crash into Prowl, and you both end up on the floor in a tangle of limbs. You're practically straddling his lap- you apologize and sit up and in the process your aft grinds down on Prowls modesty panel. Prowl is hit with the sequence of moves he'd need to take to knock you on the floor and get on top of you instead. And he dismisses it, and he forces himself still. In fact, he's so still you look down at him in confusion and ask if he's alright.

Then your em field of all things brushes against Prowl, and there's a hint of- playfulness? It makes Prowls logic center run, and it runs into a conclusion. There was a thirty percent chance you'd been doing this to Prowl on purpose. Every little pose and stretch- the longer Prowl recalled incidents, the chances had jumped up to forty percent. And then Prowl does something he loathes to admit- but he reacts without thinking. He follows through with the take down sequence prompt and swiftly knocks you off of him. And before Prowl knows it, you're on your front, with your wrists bound in the stasis cuffs he always carries in his subspace.

After a heated few klicks, Prowl grabbed you and dragged you through his doorway into his habsuite, the door closing behind you both. What he was doing to you- but Prowl knew- Prowl was following his intuition. He was trusting his intuition that said the forty percent was correct, and he was reacting accordingly. (Never mind the fact that you were incapacitated-) and he snapped open your modesty panel and your valve was dripping on his digits in less than a klick and the percent shoots up to fifty percent and Prowl (this was wrong- this was wrong-) takes that chance and spikes you right there on his habsuite floor.

Prowl rarely cursed. It just wasn't a habit- but he's muttering curses under his vents when he enters you and promptly bottoms out. You felt- wonderful. Prowl thrusts hard and fast- he never punished you for self servicing in the ark hallway- this was for that- nothing else! Prowls pace doesn't falter when you start moaning and grunting every time he bottoms out. And his door wings don't fan high when you start saying his designation against the floor where your faceplate is pressed. (And he's certainly not fantasizing about pulling you onto his berth after this and fragging you senseless-)

Prowl notices that you're drooling on the floor. (His stasis cuffs having taken function of your fine motor controls.) Prowls servos move from your waist to your pauldrons and he's pushing you down further and thrusting into you harder. Your valve clenches down on his spike and you're murmuring his designation over and over- Prowl overloads with a sharp invent of your designation while pressing down on your back. You're twitching around him and panting lazily against the floor. His cuffs still preventing you from doing much else. Prowl gets the inappropriate thought of kissing the back of your neck and he does not follow through with it.

He does, however, lean to the side of your audial and speak. "Consider this- punishment for your habit of self servicing outside of your habsuite." Your vent hitches at Prowl's words. Prowl realizes he still needs to punish you for playing with him so inappropriately- Prowl didn't consider this nearly enough punishment for your misgivings.

Prowl is running through what else he's going to do to punish you while he drags your frame upwards.

Frankly the only reason Ratchet doesn't snap before Prowl is because he took measures to try and keep you safe from him. Which was limiting his interactions with you unless absolutely necessary. Which was working- to a degree. Ratchet keeps thinking about you and the few interactions have left his frame hot and his engine wanting to rev. It's getting harder for Ratchet to continue to convince himself to leave the room when you enter- and then you walk right into the medbay and Ratchet has no where to go- you see him and walk right up to him- and Hoist is off base and he's not gonna be able to handle this- and you'd come in with a visible limp so Ratchet can't just kick you out without seeing you. (He should! He should do just that-) And you ask if Ratchet can realign your leg pivot.

That was simple- Ratchet should be able to do that at least... So you're lying back on the medical slab and Ratchet has a hold of your leg and his other servo is on your pelvis and he just- Ratchet pushed up and to the left and feels your leg realign and you audibly groan in relief. Ratchet found himself staring at how your plating all slacked after the action. And Ratchet takes much too long to realize he hadn't moved from his position and still had your leg propped up. His other servo still on your pelvis' when you're on your back looking up at him.

Ratchet needed to move now.

So Ratchet leans forward forcing your other leg to the side and his servo reaches for your throat- and you stop but you don't panic because you trust him- (He was your medic of course you trusted him-) and one of the multi tools in his digits zapped you right in the throat. Your own sound of surprise is cut sort because Ratchet just shorted your vocalizor. Your optics go wide, and you jerk backward and start trying to use your voice- but nothing comes out. And nothing would sound out of you for a few klicks. Ratchet realizes that whatever is seriously wrong with himself might not be fixable when Ratchets first thought is to feel bad for shorting your vocilizor- not because he might have hurt you. (Or because it's a gross violation of your trust-) But because now Ratchet won't be able to hear what sounds you'd make.

Ratchets yanking the manual release on your modesty panel and climbing up onto the medical slab too, and before he knows it- He's spiking you right then and there in the middle of the medbay. Ratchet savors the reaction of you arching off the medical slab, mouth open but no groan or moan to accompany it. Ratchet pulls back and re enters you slow and watches your valve open up to accommodate the girth of his spike. You grit your denta, and your own spike pressurizes properly, and Ratchet doesn't hesitate to grab it and stroke you off languidly. His grip tightening at your spike tip and giving you a gentle squeeze at the base every pump back down-

Your hips jerk against his own and his servo, and Ratchet actually feels gratified when your valve clenches down on him- (he shouldn't! He shouldn't! It was a basic reaction to him servicing your spike! Ratchet knows better!) Ratchet groans and starts snapping his hips and fragging you proper on the medical slab. His optics are trained on your faceplate- watching how your optics almost shuttered closed- your optical ridge furrowed. Your optics are as bright as he'd ever seen them. Your mouth closes and opens with no sound coming out of you still- Ratchet really wishes he hadn't shorted your vocalizor! Ratchet needed to hear what sound you'd make right now- how you'd sound taking his spike- how you'd sound overloading on his spike- How you'd sound begging for him-

Your spike throbs in his servo, and the only sounds out of you are the slick sounds of your pre lubrant in his servo and your valve when Ratchet bottomed out inside you. You arch against Ratchet, and he jerks your spike in quick pumps and watches you overload all over your chassis and on his spike. Ratchet then rushed forward and locked his derma against your own. His glossia lapping against yours while he snapped his hips. And Ratchet overloads right in your valve while sucking on your glossia.

Ratchet pulls away from the messy kiss and huffs in heavy vents. You're venting harsh, and in the middle of your soundless vents, your vocalizor resets, and Ratchet can suddenly hear your quiet cursing. Ratchet rolls his hips, and you audibly keen- your valve twitching around his spike. Primus- Ratchet was going to need to hear how you sounded overloading on his spike a second time... and maybe a third and maybe a fourth-

Ratchet uses his credentials to lock the medbay door via his HUD and then sends a message about closing the medbay temporally.

Optimus is suffering. He's suffering. He is suffering! He has not known peace since his infatuation with you. And he's not known sanity since he's noticed how even more tantalizing you suddenly seemed to be. But Optimus may look- even though he has to yank his gaze away. And Optimus may fantasize- even though he doesn't let himself indulge in those thoughts. Optimus does not "snap." He may be suffering and wound terribly taunt, but you didn't need to suffer because Optimus was a filthy pervert- this was his problem, not your own! (A prime example and the only bot on earth who keeps it together yandere or not!)

Then you're in his office for something, and you ask to examine his desk- and Optimus is confused about why you would possibly need to examine his desk? But like most things involving you, he finds he can't deny you the simple request, and Optimus scoots his chair back to allow you in front of him. And then you promptly sit down right in his lap!? A startled sound escapes Optimus and his servos hover right over your frame. You're on his modesty panel- and you say you didn't think Optimus were this dense. Dense about what exactly?!

And then you admit it. Admit that you'd been purposely teasing Optimus- because you wanted him to proposition you?! Then Optimus's servos fly onto your hips when you rock on his lap. And you tell him he can throw you out If he isn't interested- and Optimus can't let you assume that so his panel is pulling back and he's pulling you upwards so his spike can pressurize correctly. The sound of just your own panel pulling back excites Optimus much more than he'd imagine it would.

Optimus's digits find your array quick, and he vents when he can feel how your valve is already wet and your spike pressurizes in no time at all. And then you ask if he wants to spike you and Optimus abruptly realizes he hadn't asked he'd just assumed you'd be willing to take his spike- After scolding himself a bit for getting caught up in his own needs- wants, Optimus asks if you'd rather spike him. Optimus's engine purrs in his chassis when you say you wanna get spiked by him right now.

Optimus has to take his time prepping you- he has to, his spike is admittedly rather large. By the time he gets two digits down to his knuckle in your valve you're squirming and making all sorts of noise in his lap- and every sweet sound out of you is going right to Optimus's spike and he's dripping pre lubricant on himself- But Optimus just savors every little reaction he gets out of you while opening you up for himself- and then he believes you'll be fine at least taking half his spike. And you're asking him to spike you, and he can't deny you when you want him almost as badly as he needs you. It's a task and then some but you've got at least half of Optimus's spike in your valve and Optimus figures he should show you how much he wants you- Show you what you'd wanted from him with all of your teasing.

Optimus starts fragging you up and down his length (it doesn't matter if you're in his frame class or maybe even bigger he's strong and he's using his matrix enhanced strength to frag you down his spike like a toy.) And Primus you feel amazing squeezing around his length so perfectly- and every noise out of you is music to his audials. Optimus is muttering praises and cooing over how darling your expression is while he's stuffing your valve with all you can take of him. (If you're big enough/trained enough that Optimus can actually bottom out inside you, he's groaning hard. And his engine revs loud.)

Optimus's em field brushes flush against you, and he's telling you how good you're being for him. His spike throbs when your optics noticeably brighten under the attention. (Sweet - you were so sweet for him-) And he starts pulling you down his spike faster and faster- You overload on his spike with a groan, and Optimus follows right after. His spike throbbing and pumping thick amounts of filling transfluid into you. His transfluid starts spilling out of your valve and into his own lap.

Stars- you were amazing...

It takes a few klicks, but eventually, Optimus shifts you up and then drops you back down again. Optimus can't help but enjoy the sight of how your spinal strut arches and how you squeeze down on him. When you question him, Optimus points out how you'd wanted this- all your hard work of teasing him was for this- so Optimus was going to make sure you were satisfied. Completely and utterly.

Was it selfish and almost completely for Optimus's own desire? Yes. But Optimus felt justified being just a touch mean to you. Especially when you'd been purposely making Optimus stress over, apparently nothing for multiple cycles. He's just- punishing you a bit. He was justified doing that. Now, wasn't he? Optimus wondered exactly how much he should punish you- but he guessed he could decide when he got there how much was too much for you, now couldn't he.

Optimus was going to make sure you were satisfied enough that you'd never try and tease him like you had again. He could do that much for you at least.

(Spoilers but Optimus frags you so hard, and so many times your frame ends up entering a forced stasis to recover.)

#transformers x reader #transformers x y/n #transformers x cybertronian reader #x reader #yandere transformers x reader #yandere transformers #optimus x reader #prowl x reader #ratchet x reader #ironhide x reader #x gn reader #rabot writes #valveplug #gn reader #HORNYY PERVERTSS COME GET YOUR JUICE!!!#🩶#🔞

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xfallennovax · 7 months ago

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Hello, everyone.

I'm Fallen-Nova & I'm finally back. I've decided to do a request post for x-reader oneshots to post on here & on my quotev profile since I've disappeared on here for an extremely long time & I'm hoping to get inspired & go back into writing during the process of this.

I also might post some one-shots with my ocs on here, too. Idk, yet.

If you have a request, please add it in the comment section on this post.

Stuff I will write.

•Reader inserts

•x-readers with characters

•Female x-readers with characters

•(Y/n), you, & your, terms for the reader insert for those of you who don't want a specific gender or boy x-readers with characters

•Blood & gore & occasional cursing like the words shit or hell

•Cute romantic stuff like kissing, hugging, cuddling, teasing, hand holding (that kind of thing)

•Mild violence

•Mild stuff on things like mental health issues like bullying, depression, anxiety, light suicide stuff minus the blood & gore (stuff like that)

•Mature adult content (as am I a legal adult)

Stuff I will Not write.

• Sexual content of any kind

• No drugs/alcohol use or references of any kind

• Graphic cursing like the F word or the B word

• Torture/Kidnapping

• Self-harm or harming others

• No Nudity of any kind

• I Don't write politics. If you want a political one-shot, go elsewhere.

Fandoms I know really well.

• Devil May Cry

• Diabolik Lovers

• DC (Batman Villains)

• Spider-Man

• Spider-Man: Miles' Universe

• Spider-Punk

• Vampire Knight

• Servamp

• Gravity Falls

• Gender-bent Disney Princesses

• Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

• Teen Titans

• Avatar The Last Air-bender

• Five Nights At Freddy's

• Resident Evil

• Dead Island

• Final Fantasy (Mostly the Remakes)

• Alice in Wonderland

• Madness Returns

• Creepy-Pasta

• Ratchet & Clank

• The Walking Dead

• Tell-Tales: The Walking Dead

• My Little Pony & Equestria Girls

Fun concept ideas to request

• Yandere/lovesick

• Emo

• Zombie

• Zombie x-reader

• Neko (Cat-person)

If you have any concept ideas like that, I might do them, depending on what they are.

(I hope you enjoy reading my future oneshots & posts on here) (^.^)

#requests #request post #x reader requests

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alexismynon-binaryname · 2 years ago

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Hi welcome to my blog

Request: closed due to me having zero motivation at the moment but I am posting random shit here and there

The things I will not do is:

I won’t do Rape, Paedophilia etc.

Adult x child(not like parent/sibling x child reader) I won’t do that shit (Please let me know if I’m missing anything)

Things I will do:

smut(I think lemons/limes are the same as smut)

Pregnant readers

Yandere characters

Parent/sibling x child/younger sibling reader

Game fandoms I currently know(if I can remember):

Ratchet and Clank

Sally face

Andy’s apple farm

Fnaf

Dbh

Deltarune

Undertale(no aus)

I only do game fandoms and I take request in my DMs

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kichimiangra · 2 years ago

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So Klunk was just planning to... play house with Ratchet? Just wanted to keep him in one place and interact with him as he tried to convince him that Klunk was his best friend?

Klunks processors were overheated from having too much Lombax hair stuck in his vacuum ports (I think Clank had a throw away line about Ratchet shedding a lot that was intended as potential foreshadowing but I don't remember, as I'm typing this I'm shoveling duck poop) and he runs off before Neffy can completely repair and clean him out, so Klunk would have spent the comic malfunctioning, swapping constantly between these moods of

1.) "Oh yes, I was the little toaster on your back this whole time. I was the Clank! We were the best of evil friends doing bad things and skateboarding together!" Klunk

2.) Normal Villainous "I hate you." Klunk

And

3.) "...you're trying to leave me aren't you...

>:(" Klunk.

So basically his behavior was very unpredictable and horror coded and Ratchet has found himself in the plot of Stephen King's 'Misery' with Klunk taking the role of the scary lady while Klunk is trying to use the mind control device to make Ratchet into the one from his delusional malfunctioning mind, and depending on if I was going the direction of straight horror (the device is functioning but rather slowly, as Ratchet tries to hold out for his friends to rescue him before he loses himself to the device) or the comedy route (the device ISN'T working but Ratchet has to pretend it is because his life is in legitimate danger as long as crazy Yandere Klunk has him) or some combination of the two............ I lost my train of thought.

Now that I think of it, I have no idea why I was writing a psychological horror/comedy Ratchet and Clank fanfic comic. I don't tend to write horror. 🤔 I wish I could remember what was going through my mind at the time.

#Ratchet and Clank #R&C:ToY #Ratchet and Clank: Thinking of You #kc answers stuff

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ahegato · 2 years ago

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Intro + Rules

Heya, so I figured I should make a proper rules thingy since I’ve really started off this blog now, and also a bit of an introduction about who I am and what I like!

» intro

To start things off, here is my pronouns card. If you feel unsure how to refer to me and what terms to use, check it out!

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fandoms I’m in:

sing

marvel

portal 2

encanto

zootopia

obey me

onwards

deltarune

gravity falls

harry potter

black clover

helluva boss

jujutsu kaisen

genius games

ratchet & clank

undertale [+AUs]

mystic messenger

my hero academia

assassination classroom

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favorite characters:

name (written in italic) = absolute favorite

obey me: mammon, lucifer, leviathan, simeon, diavolo

mystic messenger: zen, ray, v, saeran

my hero academia: all might, eraserhead, tenya iida, eijiro kirishima, tamaki amajiki, gentle criminal

undertale [+AUs]: sans, uf!sans, uf!papyrus, us!papyrus, fs!papyrus

deltarune: susie, ralsei

black clover: magna swing, yami sukehiro

jujutsu kaisen: satoru gojo, aoi todo, yuji itadori, junpei yoshino

kimetsu no yaiba: shinobu kocho, obanai iguro, tanjiro kamado, genya shinazugawa!!, zenitsu agatsuma

assassination classroom: korosensei, karma akabane, ryoma terasaka, taiga okajima, hinano kurahashi

the disastrous life of saiki k: aren kuboyasu, metori saiko, riki nendo

onwards: barley lightfoot

encanto: bruno madrigal

harry potter: neville longbottom, severus snape, sirius black, remus lupin, hermione granger

» writing rules

fandoms:

obey me

mystic messenger

my hero academia

undertale [+AUs]

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✓ yes:

fluff

nsfw

angst [happy/neutral endings only]

potentially triggering themes [self-ouchie, sewerslide, etc.]

—

✗ no:

gore

incest

torture

murder

yandere

noncon

adult x minor

toxic relationships

—

✗ characters:

thirteen (obey me)

raphael (obey me)

mephistopheles (obey me)

vanderwood (mystic messenger)

Requests are basically always open, and I’ll get to them eventually!

note: I can’t promise I’ll write every single request that comes in, as it all depends on if I have inspiration or not, but don’t let that stop you from at least trying! c:

If you have any questions or need clarification, please feel free to message me! <3

✦ 2023-2024 ✦ ahegato ✦

#rules #intro #introduction #writing rules #ahegato #writing #author

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lightmusicturtle · 6 years ago

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[after being picked on as kids]

Ayano: Can we kill her?

Kuu: No.

Ayano: I can make it look like an accident...

Kuu: ...How?

Midori: Leon!

Kuu: Alright, no...

#yandere simulator #ys shitpost #source: ratchet and clank

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yanderes-galore · 8 months ago

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Hi, I'm glad you opened the requests, could I request an angst with a yandere Emperor Nefarious x AFAB human reader? Pls

Sure! I wasn't exactly sure what you wanted plot-wise, so I did a concept to get some ideas down if that was fine :(? I feel angst is just going to happen naturally, lol. I could've done this gender-neutral, but I tried to comply with the request.

Yandere! Emperor Nefarious with Human! Darling

Pairing: "Romantic"

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Kidnapping, Isolation, Dehumanization, Human pet, Forced "relationship".

Humans are not a common sight in this universe.

However, in a world where literal Dimensional Paradoxes are happening... Anything can happen, right?

Maybe there's a dimension or universe where humans exist.

Or, maybe, you could make this a Self-Aware yandere thing where you're transported to the game's universe.

Either way, your species is more exotic than a Lombax in this universe.

Let alone a human female.

It's implied humans existed at one point, but there isn't much on that.

So not many people here are going to know what you are.

Even less so if you land yourself in Emperor Nefarious' dimension.

This universe is already primarily occupied by robotic life.

So you're even more out of place.

I suspect it wouldn't be long before a drone captured you and put you into custody.

The security is tight in this place and your exotic appearance isn't exactly helping you.

I unfortunately think that a human darling has one fate.

Pet.

Which alone would cause angst.

When you're taken in you're immediately caged in a cell for Nefarious to look at.

A human ending up here would make sense due to all the rifts.

So now Nefarious not only has to deal with two Lombaxes and his counterpart... but you.

He's never seen something like you.

Even in museums or archives, He hasn't seen much of your species.

Humans... a primitive life form compared to anyone in his universe.

He originally looks at you with both curiosity and disgust.

What are you doing here?

Far from home, are you?

Now you're stuck in a neon city, no other humans around and surrounded by robots.

Not only that...

But now you're in a cage before a robotic Emperor who keeps looking at you like you're some guinea pig.

Emperor Nefarious just seems demeaning in general.

But with someone he views as a lesser life form?

Even more so.

He isn't quite sure what to do with you at first.

Originally he just keeps you hostage for research since he doesn't want you roaming.

Over time, obviously diverging from canon, maybe there's some slight interest.

Nefarious is a fan of winning and adoration.

He'd probably treat his human like some sort of dog to perform tricks for him.

Knowing how self obsessed he is, he'd make you worship him.

He'd give you more freedom if you prove useful.

Which mostly means, how fast can he break you to worship him.

He feels like making you obey him is such a feat.

He wants to broadcast it when it happens, showing his citizens he made an ancient species bow to him.

A "relationship" with him isn't what you think.

He just uses you as a way to boost his ego and treat you like a pet.

Although... Nefarious may also use you to research you.

Even more so due to the fact you're female, since robots aren't very... dimorphic.

Nefarious would be possessive as he feels you belong to him.

You aren't equal with him, you'll never be equal to him, but you're his.

The angst part would come in as obviously you want to go home.

You don't belong here and are fed foreign food you aren't even sure you can process.

Nefarious may be possessive and feels he owns you, but he also parades you around.

Due to the fact you're considered "exotic", he broadcasts you alongside himself.

He shows you off to others like he's showing off a puppy.

He gloats about the fact only he can have such a creature as you.

All while you're held up to the camera by your under arms.

Nefarious is controlling.

He'd leash you if he wanted, or sit you in his lap during his messages.

You're kept in a large cage, left there for his amusement.

I doubt he knows anything about affection, let alone love.

So all you really get is odd pets and being held.

Don't expect being kissed or anything, he probably doesn't even know what that means.

He always refers to you as 'pet', 'doll', 'human', 'girl', etc....

Even if he knows your name he rarely uses it.

You're meant for his entertainment... he loves the idea of breaking you.

You'd look so cute groveling at his feet.

He wants you to worship him, to declare him your master.

You won't be coming home until Ratchet and Rivet fix the dimensions.

Until then, you get to be a pet to a robotic Emperor.

You'll get to be his cute pet human... and there's no place for you to run.

Even if you escaped somehow, he has drones everywhere.

It's best you obey him, little human...

You're all his now... his pet, his human, his exotic girl.

#yandere ratchet and clank #yandere ratchet and clank rift apart #yandere emperor nefarious

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yandere-toons · 4 years ago

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Yandere Emperor Nefarious & Doctor Nefarious (Platonic Scenario - "Neon Gods")

Warnings: Morally Ambiguous Reader, Alcohol Use, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Violence, Implied Death, Emotional Manipulation, Toxic Mindsets.

Word Count: 4,195.

A.N. – There are so many ways this storyline could go. Someone should write a sequel.

At a time when most organic beings surrendered to their weariness, robotic citizens powered by batteries and self-sustaining engines wandered the streets like wayward souls awaiting Charon's ferry.

Even the downtrodden and most obscure areas of the city, the type of places one would travel to find a fight or vanish, were dripping with neon signs and enormous television screens that sang the praises of their emperor. His angular face stared back at every passerby, and the absence of darkness inflicted a sense of surveillance no matter how far from the tower you walked.

Rivet descended from the rooftop of a mechanic shop like a superhero from the comic books of old. The black surface of her helmet displayed a blue smiley face, which ceased as she removed it to expose white fur and large, pointed ears that were not unlike those of a fennec fox.

"I had to blow off Le Fer to make it, so you better not double-cross me," she teased with a lighthearted chuckle that implied the situation was more of a fun trick to her than the potentially fatal risk it was to you.

The rebel dropped a handful of silver balls that were the perfect size for a game of ping pong onto your palm, her fingers lingering on yours as if ensuring that you kept them. A symbol of the revolution — a 'V' that mimicked the shape of Lombax heads — was imprinted on the side of each one. You were not certain whether it was a deliberate insult or a grievous oversight, yet Rivet patted your hand as if thinking it a gift.

Seekerpedes, the aerial guard dogs of Nefarious City that had all the grace of a whale swimming in the ocean until you noticed the extra legs and mandibles that threatened to bite like a saltwater crocodile, glided overhead as a reminder of your entrapment.

A melody that paramours danced to in the secluded night echoed in the alleyway, a mere whisper to your ears but a flourishing attraction for the cabaret down the street.

"Electric shock grenades."

Rivet offered a wink, seemingly unaware of the malevolent thoughts that poured into your mind without restraint. "In case you need to deactivate a few bots." This explanation merely encouraged your hateful fantasies to grow, but allowing yourself to believe that a collection of pocket tools could dethrone him was a celebration of naivete that reality would jump to disprove.

You had begun to pull your hand away when Rivet tightened her grip. The Lombax flashed a smile that she expressed with great hesitancy — both for fear of a poor reaction and given the hordes of Troopers patrolling the city — that was equal only to her determination for you to see it, but her next words were an even bolder declaration.

"You'll always have a seat on my ship."

* * *

When you snuck into the throne room to behold a slouching robot with an oblong head prancing to the desk, there was a brief thought that the emperor had undergone some sort of physical tragedy in his conquest and decided to postpone it.

The voice that revelled in the splendid acoustics, however, was raspy and sitting on the cusp of giddy. A quick examination of the gold statue upon which you idled behind furthered your skepticism about announcing yourself, but the intruder spotted you with an ecstatic gasp.

He looked with the euphoric relief of someone who had reached the end of a maze after hours of stumbling, overwhelmed by familiarity and a sense that the trials that delivered him to the other side had all been worthwhile. The texture of his metal was much darker and more compact than that of the emperor, and the dim light provided by the giant monitors behind him cast a thick shadow across his body.

Bewilderment and fright seized your being when he hopped the desk like a rabbit and began sprinting in your direction. The clanks of his metal feet echoed in the expansive chamber, and the handful of sentries that blocked his path scattered with as much fearful urgency as their rudimentary programming could muster.

You thought he was going to tackle you, but the robot paused at the opposite end of the statue. His steps forward, despite the look of pure joy on his face, were slow and meticulous. He raised his arms to his chest like a child eager to see what their parents had gifted them for their birthday.

Doctor Nefarious extended a hand towards you as if wishing to confirm that you were not a hologram or some intangible figment of his psyche, and his serrate fingers that resembled the elongated claws of a honey badger stretched nearer. Despite the meagre space between the two of you, he continued to draw closer until you recoiled slightly.

"Who are you?"

A flash of surprise caused his hand to lower a bit, then a sliver of disappointment weakened his smile before he seemed to find a silver lining.

Bursts of laughter — a premature celebration of dubious victory — rattled his neck joints as he grasped the leg of the statue with one arm and began spinning around it. Lifting his leg into the air, he angled his head at the ceiling and embraced a bout of hysterical cackling.

You turned to the security bots in expectant confusion about why he was allowed in the tower, but they stood at attention as if facing the emperor himself.

Seeing you was like watching a corpse sprout from the earth when its burial had been attended by many. "I knew someone like you once," was the extent of his answer, one given with an audible degree of hesitancy and a twinge of sorrow as if he were digging up a fresh grave on a rainy day.

* * *

The first time you saw him should have been the last.

A bot sworn to the limits of its coding would have ejected him from the headquarters at the tiniest discrepancy, yet it was your liking of his more timid approach to controlling you that persuaded the guards to await a direct command from the emperor.

When the skeletal robot returned with this lookalike intruder by his side, their combined persistence eradicated most opportunities to slip into the city for a night to yourself.

Unlike the insistence on your joining his subjugation of the cosmos and watching him annihilate rebels, the doctor was focused on simply keeping you inside the base. "What?! You want to bump elbows with squishies?" cried Doctor Nefarious.

The prospect seemed to slap him across the face, but his taller counterpart found amusement instead of surprise.

"Don't be too shocked. Our—" the phrase arrived after a disgruntled pause as if the emperor were hoping for new information that would have saved him from speaking it "—mutual friend used to be quite the ally of squishies."

Emperor Nefarious emerged from the shadows cloaking the base of a statue with gradual, deliberate strides, the glow of his orange eyes betraying his presence before the warm colours of the monitor peeled the darkness off his white metal.

With each door guarded by an ever-vigilant pair of droids who feared a journey to the depths of universes where eternal torment was given like fruit baskets to new neighbours, charisma was not a viable method of escape.

"Your firewater, Emperor," chirped the white and pink Assistant, who flew to his desk with a trio of goblets. The glasses clinked as they were lowered and appeared dwarfish next to the clear bottle in his hand worth more than most citizens would earn in their extended lifetimes.

A pop reverberated through the chamber as the cork bounced into the waiting hands of the Assistant, and the bubbly texture of fizz proceeded to spill from the top of the bottle like a volcanic eruption.

"I thought we might celebrate my return."

The emperor fell onto his leather throne with his legs crossed and one arm elevated behind his head and held his share of the champagne as if he were in a portrait and the drink was merely a prop.

Doctor Nefarious dragged his chair to the front of the desk in anticipation of what he thought to be a bonding experience, lightly bouncing in his seat and fingers tapping the edge of the table.

The champagne was the colour of bubblegum and lemonade, tasting a delicate hybrid of citrus and cherry. A floral aroma wafted into your nose as grapes plucked from the most vibrant and fruitful gardens in the universe. It was a beverage that many an impoverished citizen would consider a glimpse into Shangri-La or Elysium, yet nothing but a mild sip was all you managed.

Eyes flickering between the goblet and you, Emperor Nefarious observed your reluctance to indulge with vexed impatience. "Pondering an upgrade?" The mordant edge that had infected his voice like a spark of fire sharpened as he raised his glass to his face. "It's not like you drink much, anyway."

A light swirl of the champagne drew a look of indifference from the skeletal robot, and his gaze floated in your direction.

"Or eat, for that matter."

Silence pervaded the throne room as if it were a pestilence sprinkling its wickedness from one village to another.

Doctor Nefarious leaned forward to press his goblet to the tip of his metal mouth, watching the interaction like someone uncertain about their role in it while he attempted to imitate your action. The liquid splashed against his jaw and plopped on the floor in strings of droplets, and the doctor scanned the nearby security bots with defensive suspicion.

Every droid in the vicinity, except the assistant, who continued to hover beside the emperor, turned away.

When Doctor Nefarious returned his attention to you, his expression became one of a kid opening a present. "Oh! I have all sorts of parts in my dimension!"

The interjection earned a look of distaste from the skeletal robot. He considered it a trite and desperate attempt to win the conversation, and his trek to a few paces beside the desk was marked by a sardonic refusal to face either of you.

"Perhaps I have been a bit—" he tossed the next word with audible humour "—overzealous as of late."

When Emperor Nefarious turned to display his wry scheme, a part of you said goodbye to the tower. "It's best not to forget the little things, after all." The emperor sauntered to the back of your chairs and leaned over, resting his arms on your and the doctor's shoulders.

"What say we have a night out?"

* * *

Irritation at your interest in a drink outside his private collection prompted Emperor Nefarious to shake his head and turn away. The shelves of alcohol, some local brands and others imported from galaxies that would take a human's entire life to reach, comprising the rear of the bar were a child's birthday party compared to his extravagant array of liquor.

It was a disgrace for any of it to enter your system, and watching his counterpart cling to you like a lost puppy aggravated his brooding into action.

"Don't drink that swill in front of me!"

With a swipe of his hand, the section of the floor adjacent to you was drenched in a thin layer of bronze liquid. The glass had miraculously not shattered into jagged bits that embedded themselves in your skin and instead rolled across the table like a sideways coin.

A soft fabric began to pat different areas of your face, and you realised that Doctor Nefarious had stolen a handkerchief from the neighbouring table and was cleansing you of various liquor droplets.

A Trooper, the ovoid enforcers whose shape emulated the emperor's head, glided to the booth. In an automated voice that was as deep as many envisioned a demon to sound, it asserted, "Emperor, the rebel Lombax has been spotted near this establishment."

The doctor pulled back — a fact you were grateful for because a hint of a smile crept onto your face — and comprehended the news as if his veil of reality had failed for just a moment and appalled him with what it revealed.

Annoyance had been his initial response to the interruption, but the potential to be caught without his full arsenal prompted Emperor Nefarious to stand up and follow the droid into the throng.

As the thought of disappearing out a back door drifted into your boredom, you slowly turned to peek at the smaller robot.

Doctor Nefarious was fiddling with a chip of loose paint but was excited to receive an inkling of your attention, finding his courage in the absence of his counterpart. "What would you say to visiting—" the uncertainty with which he pronounced the word indicated an ulterior motive "—another dimension?"

Within a minute of the emperor's departure, a rawboned alien hobbled to the table. "The bartender wants to offer replacement drink. Much higher quality," they stammered in a broken and awkward fashion.

You managed to swallow a third of the glass before it was snatched by an infuriated robot. Tolerance depleted and knowing the doctor would not impede like the emperor would, you exited the booth and headed to the restroom.

The table rattled as Doctor Nefarious slammed his palms onto it and rose from his seat like darkness ascending, meeting the alien with the glare of an animal preparing to strike.

White powder swirled in the core of the liquid, touching the bottom of the glass before assimilating the clear texture of the firewater.

Anger, blazing hot enough to prompt the servos in his transparent skull to whirr, thrust every circuit into overdrive and installed a growing tremor in his mechanical limbs. The rigid claws on the ends of his hands peeled strips off the table as they were dragged to the edge.

It imitated the discordant sound of rusty breaks squealing, but it was overtaken by the enraged screech that spilled from the doctor like every computer in the world crashing at once. "Oh, Janice," groaned a masculine voice layered with static as the cantankerous robot froze in a contorted position. Sparks and a green mist erupted from the crevices in his oblong head, enhancing the audio recording of a soap opera from the time of black and white television.

"How could I ever betray you? You were my one true love, and I squashed your trust like the fly that was always landing on my egg salad." The voice brimmed with such exaggerated distress that it seemed on the verge of tears after each word. Just as a dedicated actor invested in their role, the ludicrous nature of its dialogue was never acknowledged.

The background music was filled with violins and epitomised the concept of weeping. It attracted many a curious stare, for the strident rhythms of the electro tunes were muffled to those who stood close to the table. "I loved that fly! Just like I loved you, Janice! If only I had the strength to say it when you were around to hear."

Stumbling out of the restroom with your hand groping for support, you trudged in the direction of what your foggy mind believed to be your table. The inner workings of your stomach had mangled themselves into painful knots and threatened to eject what little contents lay inside onto the floor.

It was not until a familiar, feminine voice crept into your ears beneath the flash of strobe lights and booms of synthesised melodies that your path changed, and the words reached you as indistinct hums.

"I survived the fall, Lance. But I have to tell you something."

As the crowd parted against the hazy swirls of colour to reveal Doctor Nefarious stuck at the beginning of an attack stance, the rush of alarm was sobering enough for you to thump the side of his head.

"You're not my one—" the confession was interrupted by the robot lunging over the table. His feet caught the edges, and the stench of alcohol scorched your nostrils like a ray of sunlight pouring into your eyes after a long period of darkness.

The brief shattering of glass coincided with a scream from the onlookers.

Doctor Nefarious had tackled the rawboned alien and was smacking them with his metal hands, cuts erupting on their face from his pointed fingers. "You should consider yourself lucky to even have the opportunity!" he shrieked, and the soft skin of the creature was like tissue paper to his jagged claws.

A range of emotions powered his strikes: envy at your perceived choice for strangers over him, unresolved anger at Qwark that was happy to explode on an easy target, and a sense of betrayal in a world where he was supposed to be the eternal victor.

Before he could shred the culprit beyond repair, a taut force lifted him into the air. "Any particular reason you're assaulting one of my followers?" Emperor Nefarious watched his counterpart levitate with a sliver of genuine curiosity.

The doctor's rage surged back to life in a fury of finger-pointing and erratic hand gestures, his legs kicking at the downed civilian. "That squishie spiked their drink!"

It was a gradual process hampered by a flicker of disbelief, but one look at your dishevelled form, hunched over the table as it slowly rolled like a wheel, told him to suspend any doubt. Replaced with cold wrath, the tired amusement that had laced his voice vanished from Emperor Nefarious.

"Is that so?" The question was rhetorical and aired more so to menace the alleged culprit than to obtain any clarity.

His elbow hooked around your neck, the smooth yet tough plates of his forearm pressing against your throat. Slight pressure was applied that was just enough to draw a wary glance at the emperor, but he had devoted his malevolence to the quivering citizen realising their doom at the table before you.

Whether the hold was a threat for leaving the base without his permission or an unfortunate consequence of his metallic self, your mind began to lament the outing like a banshee wailing.

The emperor inspected the civilian like a god perceived an ant, delighting in the myriad imperfections of a lesser being and finding solace in his apparent lack of them. "To think that such impurity was happening right under my nose! At my favourite nightspot no less!"

Shoulders bobbing in haughty laughter, he pulled you behind him and with a light push that was careful not to agitate your nauseous state, entrusted you to his smaller counterpart.

As soon as you were free of the skeletal robot's grip, cold metal seized your arm as if you were a package trading hands at a celebration.

Outstretching his arms as if he were a general calling for volunteers, Emperor Nefarious surveyed the immediate clusters of patrons in the nightclub and inquired with booming authority, "Is anyone going to defend their beloved emperor?"

A silence crippled by dread engulfed the lounge like a flood sweeping across the lands of old. Doctor Nefarious turned left and right to peer at the mum throngs with smug malice, their gazes scattered across random areas of the building.

Like an auctioneer wishing to top the highest bid, the emperor offered a final chance. "No?"

A handful of citizens exchanged looks of fear, curious to know if their neighbours would stand where they had cowered, but not a hint of noise dared to escape where the emperor might hear. At this mass shortcoming of will, a combination of pride and satisfaction returned his attention to the unlucky civilian.

Faster than the scream could pass their lips, claws squeezed their neck like knives and raised them halfway to the ceiling as if they were as weightless as a pillow. Their feet walked up imaginary stairs, and their eyes, constrained by the pressure building in their throat like a balloon waiting to pop, could not so much as pretend to see the ground.

The bringer of this slow death watched his victim's twitches as if it were an uninspired film, a flicker of humour entering his gaze at the recent scars.

"He's done quite a number on you, hasn't he?" mused the emperor with a strange fondness. His gangly fingers continued to press against the alien's cheeks and maneuver their head until they clenched their teeth and squeezed their eyes shut in hopes that the torment would end, allowing him to examine the plethora of gashes and bruises that disfigured their skin like paint splotches on a blank canvas.

The tremor that invaded their body drew a look of odious contentment from the skeletal robot, and he dropped them with an abrupt retraction of his arm.

"Hold them outside, and fetch my Dimensionator."

The civilian kicked and squirmed as a pair of Troopers latched onto their shoulders with metal clamps, every beg for mercy dripping with terror and regret. Emperor Nefarious turned to his counterpart and revelled in the similarly vindictive ire that caused his eyes to flare.

"I know the perfect pit of reality."

When the alien was carried past the three of you, they attempted to meet the unavailable gaze of their emperor. The doctor greeted them with an explosive cackle and a wave goodbye, his fingers rising and falling one after the other, like spectators cheering in a stadium.

After testing your consciousness by swaying his hand in front of your face and detecting no reaction, Emperor Nefarious began marching to the bar.

The dishtowel in the bartender's hand dropped as their limb began to quiver. "If I had known, Emperor, I never would have—" it was a story that countless citizens begging for their lives had spun, and the skeletal robot found his patience to listen waning.

"Ah, yes. Ignorance makes fools of us all."

Trails of honey-coloured liquor cascaded down the bar as thin shards of glass decorated its metallic surface, blending into the smooth texture and betraying themselves only in the reflection of the emperor's glowing eyes.

An incomplete shriek — rushed and desperate to make any sound at all — had burst from the alien when the side of their head was slammed into the bar top, but they closed their mouth a moment later for fear that the loud noise would agitate the already enraged robot.

The glass punctured their skin like an army of upturned needles.

Thick claws hugged their skull that strengthened in force with each impassive word from their owner. "I trust this failure to accommodate will be corrected?"

Terror swelled in their being like taking a breath after nearly suffocating, their cheeks dripping with tears that pooled on the bar top. "My deepest apologies." Intercut by staccato breaths, the civilian fed their pleas to apathetic ears that had not known sympathy in decades.

"Perhaps a stay at Viceron will make you more forthcoming?" The emperor twisted his hand back and forth as if he were mashing pizza dough, each word summoning another dose of pressure.

Among the slew of bodily proportions that made several patrons resemble the outcome of someone closing their eyes and forcing puzzle pieces from different boxes together, a black helmet slinking past the entrance gave you a dangerous idea.

The doctor's preoccupation with living vicariously through the emperor's verbal decimation of the bartender was proven by a glance over your shoulder. Sliding a hand into your pocket yielded a rush of adrenaline, and the sickness faded into a mild headache.

It had dwindled to nothing more than an annoyance when Emperor Nefarious sentenced the alien to death. There was no need for either of the robots to be as aware of your health, however.

A singular Trooper patrolled the translucent door, half its friends having left to imprison one civilian and the second half lingering near the bar.

When the emperor shoved the bartender to the ground to admit his satisfaction, the ensuing clamour as they knocked several drinks down with them propelled you into the crowd.

The jovial laugh of Doctor Nefarious turned to a bewildered 'what', and his subsequent yells — some indignant and others more desperate as if a coveted opportunity were escaping despite his best efforts — alerted his taller counterpart.

The Trooper brandished its laser cannon to thwart your advances, but upon identifying you, it hesitated. Scrambling for a way to apprehend you without using force and incurring the wrath of its emperor, the soldier attempted to block the doorway and released a series of beeps whilst you leapt onto its windshield.

Cracks splintered the orange glass with the addition of three electric shock grenades. Strings of buzzing light enveloped the Trooper before it collapsed, and your dive over its top was just swift enough to evade the swing of a robotic arm.

The sterile air of the city, medicinal and stale like the inside of a hospital, drew a thankful gasp. Before you could determine the length of your headstart, a gloved hand clutched your own and pulled you towards a familiar alleyway.

#Yandere #Yandere x You #Yandere x Reader #Yandere x Y/N #Yandere Imagines #Yandere Scenario #Yandere Oneshot #Yandere Ratchet and Clank #Yandere Dr. Nefarious #Yandere Emperor Nefarious #Ratchet and Clank x Reader #Dr. Nefarious x Reader #Emperor Nefarious x Reader #Platonic Yandere

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m00n-elixir · 3 years ago

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things i can talk about for hours on hours (might be a long list?)

i was bored so i wanted to do this (i've seen people do this on tiktok so yeah)

how well written pearl, amethyst, blue zircon, spinel, and steven are

how America/white people white-washed so many cultural things (i.e., Asian cuisine and Black culture)

why the "enemies to lovers" trope shouldn't be so glorified

intuitive bias and how it affects the MBTI community

MBTI as a whole really i love personality typology

why blue zircon is the best /hj

my ocs and their lore

bismuth x pearl bc they are my pride and joy <3

how spinel was 'ruined' (not literally but still) in SU: Future

why the yandere trope is terrible and should not be as popular as it is currently (and the glorification of it and stalkers)

why sunnydrop x moondrop is terrible

why i am so uncomfortable with camilo madrigal fans/stans

steven universe and how it is one of the best and most influential cartoons ever (and how it impacted me and the internet)

why pink diamond is terrible and rose quartz isn't (i know that's confusing but i don't want to get into spoiler territory so i cannot explain it further)

why cicero is overhated by the Skyrim fandom

ittogorou shippers and how they are a red flag to me now (not really the ship itself, just the people who ship it)

mirabel and how she's the best disney protagonist

why white diamond should be blamed for the ab*se towards pink diamond, and not really blue and yellow diamond (although they are still at fault ofc)

why carmen sandiego 2019 is an underrated show and how you should definitely watch it

the oversexualization of coco and nina and how it's so common in the crash bandicoot fandom

why captain qwark is overhated by the ratchet and clank community, and how he's hated even more than CHAIRMAN DREK??

why ISFJs are actually one of the least common MBTI types (despite what studies say)

why 'Volleyball' is actually the best episode in SU: Future

why Lars and Sadie were not a good couple AT ALL

why master monkey is the best member of the Furious Five imo and how Dreamworks wasted his potential just to have an occasional comedic relief character/how Legends of Awesomeness did his character JUSTICE

mime bomb. that's it

#i am blue zircon's spouse CANON #carmen sandiego 2019 #steven universe #MBTI #ratchet and clank #skyrim #fnaf security breach #kung fu panda #crash bandicoot #genshin impact #encanto #vee’s discussions

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pinksaphira11 · 6 years ago

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My Favorite Video Games

Well, turns out I’m remembering a fair amount of things I like this week. It seems that I’d forgotten a game that I’d really loved but had forgotten, so now I’m making another list for myself. Of course this could also be recs since if they’re my favorite then I’d certainly recommend them to others. This will almost certainly be added on to as I find new games that I like or remember ones I’d forgotten to put on here. Also, if you think I’d like a game based off the ones you see I like here, feel free to let me know. I’d love to check them out. :) One more thing. If I put ones at the top it doesn’t mean I like them more than the others, they’re just the ones I thought of first. So, here we are.

Gunvolt The Last Guardian Fire Emblem: Awakening The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess SOMA Fossil Fighters Paraworld Okamiden The Last of Us Pokemon (normal games, Conquest, & Mystery Dungeon) Horizon: Zero Dawn Detroit: Become Human Ratchet and Clank (before the reboot) Starfox Adventures Transistor Spyro: A New Beginning Off Subnautica Alien: Isolation Titanfall 2 Halo series Battlefield 1 Evolve Zoo Tycoon 2 INSIDE Castle Crashers DOOM Yandere Simulator Firewatch SUPERHOT Undertale Rainbow Six: Siege Until Dawn Dishonored Don’t Starve The Sims The Wolf Among Us Shelter 1 & 2 Niche Dead Space series The Witch’s House Ib To The Moon Mad Father Corpse Party Ever Oasis Cardinal Cross Ascension Equilinox

Angels with Scaly Wings

(PS There are a fair number of these that I haven’t actually played myself, be it because I don’t have the console or don’t have the money. So those ones I’ve watch lets plays of. There are a few that I’ve at least played the demos of though or I had a friend that let me briefly play it. There are also a few games that I didn’t put on here because I have not finished watching their lets plays so I am unsure if I’d put them up here yet or not. Also, please note that for anything, including games, the thing i value the most is story. Most of these games have stories that I like so they made it on this list. There are a few that are an exception to that for one reason or another.)

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virtualman17-blog · 8 years ago

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Top 10 Reasons Not to Support the Developer of Yandere Simulator (Yandere Dev/EvaXephon/Alex Mahan)

Yandere Simulator: A game with a good idea but with a very corrupt developer. Yandere Dev/Alex has become a epicenter of controversy ever since people discovered all of his dark secrets, causing him to lose supporters left and right and this list is dedicated to alerting people about his twisted personality and why people should NOT Support him.

And also because my previous list on this subject got taken down on thetoptens.com by a snob-nosed, dick-sucking, twat, I'm going to remake it with even more evidence again that little shit-licker’s master!

1. Yandere Simulator is a Revenge Act Against High School Girls Who Rejected Him

This is not only the biggest reason as to why Yandere Dev sucks but it also coexists with several other things on this list. Back in Alex's high school days he was constantly trying to get with several high school girls but ultimately got rejected - for obvious reasons. And so when Alex made Yandere Simulator - a game about slaughtering girls as a whole, he can feel like he's getting revenge on them by killing them in brutal, painful and horrendous ways. Disgusting! And because the male Senpai in the game is a self-insert of Alex and he made him so "perfect and flawless" and has a lot of busty, mindless girls swooning over him, Alex gets of recreate what he thinks his life in school "should've been". Alex if you are reading this: leave the internet for good!

2. He is a Pedophile

Is there any limitation as to how low this a-hole can sink?! Anyways there is a TON of evidence that point towards his pedophilia like in his cesspool of a game in where even though it takes place at a high school you get to look up girl's skirts, take pictures and sell them and Alex is planning to make it possible to get female students in his game get kidnapped and sold off to sex slavery! Theres also a pedophile teacher who's name is literally "indecent" in Japanese who is after your crush and on top of that nearly all of the girls in the game have unnaturally large breasts, some of them have boobs bigger than their heads. And when people called Alex out on this he said that all of the students are 18 years old, but really there are other grades in high school - four to be exact - and the age gap in practically all high schools is ages 15-18 on average. He only likes girls with large breasts as he once said "Does she have big breasts? Then why should I care?". He should be more worried about what women can do with their fists and feet if they get anywhere him if he keeps this up. He's also been having disturbing affairs with underaged girls as young as 14 years old and he knows that they're too young for him despite the fact that he says "he didn't know", he asked her for nudes and Alex even tried to defend pedophilia by calling it "a sexual orientation". He also hires a lot of former hentai artists like kjach to draw extremely perverted drawing of his characters and one of them has Iyano (you ready for this) getting raped by a dog. (face palm) And of coarse we can't forget about his "lovely" fan fictions. One of them being called "I Am Your Slave" which is about a submissive, dumb, woman who is a slave and is happy to be so - Alex's type of girl, and the other is "Life of a Sex Slave" which is about a woman who grew up as a sex slave and only knows how to live as one. I swear Alex here is making the Twilight and Fifty Shades of Gray books look like masterpieces and I thought that was impossible! There’s just no hope for this guy, he is just gone.

3. He Can't Handle Criticism

As we all probably know, when someone becomes an artist and no matter how well we do we can't exactly please everybody. And what normally separates a good artist from a bad one aside from their work is their ability to accept criticism and Yandere Dev/Alex is NOT one of them. He has attacked several people including my own sister for leaving anything other than praise or most especially: sad but true facts about his poorly made game that frankly deserve all the criticism he gets. If he finds anything on the internet directed towards him that isn't mindless praising he goes down the Donald Scum route and attacks the commenter, and he will ban anyone form his streams about his hilariously bad gameplay skills that don't praise him like a god. He often makes really lame replys like "You dirty SJW!"(real mature and clever) like what he said to my sister one time. But other times he sinks lower than that, a good example is when Yandere Dev banned a mod called the "Size Mod" from his game which allowed you to change Yandere-chan's height and a lot of fans downloaded it but some emailed Yandere Dev instead of the original creator, and Alex called the mod "stupid" and Stickman - a Youtuber who downloaded it told him that was very disrespectful and he told Alex to fu*k off to which then Alex replied by saying "No, you can fu*k off, go stick your dick in a beehive" I don't think he even came up with that insult himself and besides at least Stickman has a real dick! He attacks Kiwifarms.net a lot for telling the truth and there was this artist who used to be a fan of Yandere Simulator who goes by the username of "swoomzie" on PrettyUglyLittleLiar.net who used to draw fan art for Alex's game until she heard about how he loves to steal artwork for his game (Look at "He Constantly Steals From Other Source Materials" for examples) and when she confronted Alex about this and asked him to sign a contract with her to make sure she gets credited for her artwork, he got offended, called her rude and didn't what to work with her anymore. And when people criticized Ayano for being an emotionless plank of wood - same with her Senpai, Alex admitted that he didn't want to give her a personality because he was afraid that he would be criticized for giving her a specific personality. So basically he just admitted that he can't handle criticism and he seriously thinks that giving a character no personality is better than some personality? Why do you think everyone likes Yuno from Future Diary - the most famous Yandere of all time or - who a few people like - male yandere: Damiya from Beast Player Erin? It's because they have a ton of personality, same with virtually every character in Marvel, DC, Persona, Metal Gear Solid, Prince of Persia, Ratchet and Clank, the Tales games and the superhero megaseries that I'm working on myself. And finally another great example is when the original creator of Stop Yandere Dev on Tumblr who was an autistic (no insult) woman called out Alex and pointed out a lot of dark facts about him and Alex found out about this and called her an autistic b**ch. Yeah well f**k you Alex, you ugly, pasty Linguini look-alike! Anyone who uses autism as a slur for "stupid, retarded, freak" or whatever don't deserve to live, because thats talking down to a group of people with a slight mental abnormality. Most autistic people have a sensitivity to loud noises and bright lights and may experience reoccurring daydreaming, but they often have a higher IQ than the average person, are very creative and have a few different ways of learning and I should know because I'm autistic and I'm anything but stupid! I'm one of the highest graded students in the schools I went to and I'm doing a great job at designing my own series mostly because I don't rip off everything I like and I don't throw an Alex Mahan temper tantrum whenever something doesn't go my way or when I receive something thats less than praising. If you can't handle criticism, than you should stay away from doing anything on the internet but try telling that to someone who's whole life is the internet.

4. He is a Misogynist

Speaking on how he goes against what SJWs stand for he does not know how to treat or even cares about women in the slightest. For starters a vast majority of the girls in his game are oversexualized with massive breasts and are about as dumb as the guy looking down on them (Alex Mahan) and he loves to hire former hentai artists like kjech to draw the most disgusting, pedophiliac pictures of his characters and they are disgusting and unnatural to say the least. And he goes even further with his sexism to where he will pretty much call any girl he doesn't like a b**ch. He writes rape fan fictions like "I Am Your Slave" and "Life of a Sex Slave" and they're about downright stupid, submissive girls who Alex, Trump, the GOP and every deplorable degenerate loves! Plus the man in I Am Your Slave is an insert of Yandere Dev. His deplorable fan fictions make Twilight and Fifty Shades of Grey look like Hunger Games and Shakespeare and I though that was impossible! Also he once said that he hasn't interacted with a woman in real life aside of his mom in over a year, gee I wonder why. Maybe it's because he does not know how to treat them properly and that he groups them based on breast size and good looks (Just like the evil orange he likes: Donald Scum) rather than personality, interests, intelligence, skills, social skills?! And that he considers flat-chested women to be deformed and not deserving of his worthless attention? He often slut-shames any woman who talks down to him and anyone who's "not good enough for him", after all he did say one time: "Does she have big breasts? Then why should I care?", DEGENERATE! Now I like hot and beautiful women too and I do admit that I like look at hot girls on the internet and would love to marry a beautiful lady one day, but I draw the line in the sand when it comes to his porn or hentai and I stay away from it. Plus I'm a strong supporter of women's rights and if a marry someone I want her to have some pride in herself and have a good personality as a whole like how all girls should be. If I found someone with the most perfect body but is anything like the women Alex writes in disgusting fan fictions than no thank you! And need I remind you that the female human species is just as important as us men, without one or the other there is no us, so why not treat them with dignity and respect just like how men have been getting it for several centuries? But of coarse the abomination know as Yan Dev who probably couldn't care less about women's rights if it meant saving his own skin just wants to see them as male accessories rather than real people. Screw you Alex, you sexist Trump-spawn!

5. He Constantly Steals Form Other Source Materials

Despite the fact that he mostly has volunteers working on his game that he doesn't pay, he still manages to rip off content after content from other game designers, video games, anime/cartoon shows etc. He likes to pleasure himself by watching, searching on the internet or playing something instead of working on his game and as soon as he sees something he likes, he'll take it, claim ownership and not credit or even mention the original artist. And even when we expose of him for it (like I've said on "He's a Liar") he'll say "It's just a place holder" TRANSLATION: "It's mine now suckers!" He just thinks that if he makes some slight adjustments like changing the color in one or two places, that automatically makes it his, if you get inspiration from somewhere, change about 50% of it so that way: 1. it can't be a rip off and 2. you show respect to the original artist/s. Like what I do for my own franchises! Examples of what he stole: - He stole Doug Clayton's grass texture 3 times! - He's stolen a lot of lines from Undertale. - Like I've said before on "His Characters are Horribly Designed" most of the characters are stolen Unity Store assets. - There's a character named "Fureddo Jonzu" (Fred Jones from Scooby Doo) - let me cry for you. - A lot of the hairstyles are stolen MMD assets. - A lot of the environments in the game are stolen like the gymnasium, the classrooms, the town outside the school, Iyano's bedroom and a few others. - The character "Nemesis-chan" was completely copy-pasted form someone else's work. - He stole a lot of assassination mechanics from Hitman. - He's planning to steal a lot of content from Persona 5 - a game from a critically-praised series with some of the best, most creative and most well-written characters of any game series! Honestly I'm highly surprised that no one has sued his sorry ass yet, if someone did though Alex probably won't be able to live with his parents anymore, and I'm okay with that.

6. Some of His Fans are a Basket of Deplorables

Of course I'm not saying that all of Yan Dev's fans are bad, in fact - most of them are innocent people who just find his game fun and that's that and even if they are aware of all the stuff that we say about him or even know that it's true they still show some dignity to us and just want to have some fun times with Yandere Simulator. But a minority of his fans are just disgusting deplorables that just have to say the most vile, bigotry, bullcrap in existence just because we have a negative view of Yan Dev and his games. And a lot of those particular fans are so loyal and submissive they will follow Alex all the way to hell and to which I hope they do because like I said: they're attack dogs ready to pounce at the first negative comment about Yan Dev they see. The best example on this is what one low-life commented on Oni's Tumblr page "Stop Yandere Dev" and that particular abomination said: "Should I get a penis for "Oni" on her birthday? She seems to really want one. Just a reminder- Tans "men" aren't real men. Why don't you go make someone a sandwich or some babies? That's all women are good for, other than tapping material. You should've never talked s**t about Devpai” Me to Yan Dev deplorable #36667-KKK: F**king degenerate! Two can play at that game - Say what you want to think about trans-men but they have real penises something you obviously lack, and you must feel safe in your mother's basement behind your computer as you are so ugly and gross no woman would never make you a sandwich or a demon spawn in your name and you wouldn't be able to say all that deplorable talk to Oni's face, for the fact that you are afraid of women because they are so much stronger than you and Oni herself could effortlessly bash your head in so hard it will come flying out your tight a**hole. And speaking of penises, how does Devpai's nonexistent dick taste? Keep sucking on it until you choke or get one of the many diseases Devpai is carrying as it will rid the world of one less problem we have to concern ourselves about! I really would love to leave that one comment to any Alex fanboy, I would love to.

7. His Game and Characters are Horribly Designed

Aside from the fact that Alex's game is like a hentai without the sex with brainless women that have breasts and butt-cheeks bigger than their empty heads and guys with di*ks so big that they will have to pee in the bath tub, that is if they can fit them through the bathroom door. His characters are by far the most poorly made shells-of-men and women i've ever seen! For starters most of his character's names are just really lame puns that more or less reflect what little personality they have, an example is Osoro which means "awful" in Japanese and heres a few more: - Osana Najimi (Childhood Friend) - She's not even fully implemented in the game yet. - Geiju Teuka (Artist) - Mai Waifu (Means: my female anime crush) - Midori Gurin (Green Green) - Sakyu Basu & Inkyu Basu ((Sound like "Succubus & Inkubus" )Obviously) - Mida Rana (Indecent) The game also takes place at high school but the students all wear sailor uniforms, only middle-schoolers wear them while high-schoolers normally wear neckties with blazers. Plus virtually all of his characters are stolen Unity Store Assets - which he says he's going to replace in the future but he won't, just watch! And on top of that, they all have even less personality then the Twilight characters in which their only character trait has something to do with their pun names. Also Yandere-chan (Iyano Aishi) - the character you play is described as an emotionless, dull, empty killer-in-love that "inherited" her Yandere trait from her mother which is NOT how a Yandere should be! Yanderes are solely motivated by emotion especially love and fear and will kill based off of their emotions if they see any potential rival in their crazy obsession over the man/woman they want to be with if it kills them. Alex loves Japan yet he knows nothing about them and their culture, and he knows about as much on making characters as Donald Trump knows about being a President, in other words: HE KNOWS NOTHING!!!

8. He Hates Social Justice Warriors

Social Justice Warriors or SJWs are good people and I'm one myself, their only goal is to stop all sexism, racism, homophobia, and just all forms of bigotry and prejudice in general so that everyone, no matter how they're born don't get treated as second class, as objects or even as criminals just because they're not white, straight, Christian men. The only people they don't support are actual criminals. And fun fact: people who usually hate SJWs are often racist, sexist, homophobic, hateful, Nazi-loving, KKK, fascist, deplorables like about half of Donald Trump's supporters as well as Trump himself and Alex Mahan (Yandere Dev) - who also supports Trump. Some SJWs may go a bit too far and take their ideals to the extreme to where it's white men above everyone else being reversed, but those "SJWs" are extremists and unfortunately they give the rest of the SJW's a bad name like "extreme liberals". But I know that it goes both ways, there are both extreme liberals and conservatives and they both have terrible ideals on how one or two groups of people "deserve" more respect than the others and normal SJWs are not like that, we are EQUAL RIGHTS not ethnic or gender dominance - because that wouldn't be "equal" now wouldn't it? And when you see all those stupid, unfactual anti-SJW memes and rants on the internet calling SJWs "bullies", "bigots", "racists", "criminals", "stupid", "hateful", "whiny", "cancerous" or whatever, those dumb memes and rants were made by REAL bullies, bigots, racists, and criminals that ARE stupid, hateful, whiny, and cancerous low-lifes! On top of that, Yandere Dev has been seen making friends with people on 4-Chan - one of the worst anti-SJW cesspools on the internet. And the people on 4-Chan talk like Nazis and KKK scum and Yandere Dev likes to pander to them about making Yandere Simulator the most anti-SJW game in existence and he's on a roll with that as it is already filled with, incest, misogyny, pedophilia and indecent exposure. Oh how I dream of the day when I can ban all anti-equal rights garbage from the internet, as well as Alex himself.

9. He's Notoriously Known as "EvaXephon" on Other Sites

When Yandere Dev is not working on his game for two minutes a day, he is doing terrible streams on other sites under "EvaXephon" by streaming video game playthroughs for up to 21 hours straight with horrendous gaming skills. I've seen some of his streams and he has played quite a few games that I've played myself and I'm SO much better than he is, in fact - for every time I've died in a level Alex has died like ten or even twenty times and if you suck at video games don't show it on the internet, unless it's for a comedy of errors. Anyways one such site he's been streaming on is Twitch and he often likes to leave links to his crumby streams and a lot of people hate him for it. On a side note: Yandere Simulator got banned on Twitch and while Alex says "It's those dirty SJWs" I'm sure we all know why it got banned in the first place, am I right?

10. He's a Liar

This may be one of the more "mild" cases of Yandere Dev's guiltiness but he does this often, like on a daily basis "often" and a lot of his fans believe him but you don't have to have a camera in his room to see what he's doing. Because he records himself doing other things! A perfect example is on how he always says that he works "very hard, nonstop" on his game but really he just works on it for 5 minutes a day and then spends the rest of the day streaming his crappy gaming skills for several hours straight, one time he did it for 21 hours in one day. And I know how he feels, after all I need "some time off" every time I finish one math question at school, my school was so brutal! I'm joking of course but other examples of when Alex lies is when we question him on how he doesn't pay any of his volunteers who work on his game for him but he says that he does. Yeah, and Donald Trump cares about Mexican and Muslim lives! (Not!!!) But probably the best example is when we point out how he steals something from other (real) artists or source materials and he either says that he stole nothing and it's his or he says "it's just a placeholder" but in reality he's saying "It's saying there forever whether you like it of not". - This will come back later...

#yandere simulator #anti yandere sim #stop yandere dev #yandere dev #yan sim #incorrect yandere simulator #i'm sorry devpai #placeholder-chan

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mikas-muse-box · 8 years ago

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MUSE LIST [UPDATED]

I now have a few more muses if ya wanna follow them: ↓ Osomatsu San [OC]: @panarchylittleangels Ratchet & Clank [OC]: @the-strongwilled-sparticx FNAF [OC]: @the-newlyhired-nightguard Yandere Simulator [OC]: @the-new-senpai bendy & the ink machine {2} OC Blog: @the-sassy-dapper Canon Blog: @lil-angel-alice {There might be a new Muse idk huhuhuhe} There ya have it!

#muse list #the muse list

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yanderes-galore · 3 months ago

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Fandom: Ratchet & Clank

Character: Shellshock (Deadlocked)

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Type of Fic: Concept

Thank you. :)

This is a bit difficult because he's had... a cutscene and a boss battle... but I'll try my best. Will be short though :(.

Yandere! Shellshock Concept

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Stalking, Breach of privacy, Murder, Blood, Abduction, Forced companionship/relationship.

Alright... where to start with him....

Based on what I read on Shellshock he seems like he was originally a cyborg but soon went full warbot by the time he was in the army.

He's the lowest ranking Exterminator in DreadZone.

He also leans heavily into the warbot behavior, speaking in a thick accent.

Based on his cutscene behavior we can assume he not only enjoys fighting... but flirting.

Honestly, having him as your yandere would probably be such an odd experience.

You probably watch him on DreadZone...

Only for him to begin an odd sense of interest for you.

During a fight he caught you cheering, his optics snapping on you.

For some reason, probably unfortunate luck, he felt you would be fun to woo.

Poor you is towered over during a fan meet up, the warbot speaking to you in a way that's hard to understand.

He comes off as intense, asking about what you're wearing as he puffs the electronic cigar in his jaws.

You try to step away, intimidated by the warbot's imposing figure, yet he just follows.

He comments that your size difference is cute, how you remind him of a scared little animal.

There's a subtle sadistic yet teasing tone in his voice and it scares you.

Quite frankly you were never planning on befriending the warbot.

You were just curious about the new champion.

Yet now the new champion appears to be intent on being close to you.

Shellshock is a yandere scary for everyone involved.

He's a large warbot who is heavily armed due to being in the military.

Him being interested in someone is problematic for anyone around that someone.

I can see him being platonic towards a fan of his.

You never asked for it but boom, an Exterminator wants to be your personal bodyguard and speak to you outside of matches.

Does it anger his boss? Yes.

But what doesn't anger that shark?

Shellshock frankly doesn't care, carrying his favorite fan like they're a lap dog.

He's all casual laughs with others, patting your head like you're a cute little pet.

If he was romantic, it's the same way except he's often making perverted comments.

He wants to dictate what his obsession wears.

Not only that, but he wants you to only cheer for him.

None of the other Exterminators deserve a fan such as you.

You'd almost always be dressed in outfits he picked and be his perfect little cheerleader.

Did you consent to any of this? No.

Shellshock, again, doesn't care.

He doesn't even let you go home, insisting you stay beside him.

He needs you to psych him up and Vox would probably support it just because you somehow make Shellshock perform better.

Against your will you go from fan to... what do you even call this?

Manager? Hostage?

There's no way you're going home at this point.

I feel it's self explanatory what happens to those who get too close to you.

He's a warbot.

The second he feels someone's trying to separate you from him.

Red paste.

He does not hold back, it's on sight.

You're standing there, stunned into silence when you hear the remains of a person splatter on the ground

You then hear Shellshock laugh, collecting you back onto his shoulder as he calls the person "puny".

You're used to murder in DreadZone.

But it's still disturbing if you knew the person... or they were just being nice.

His laugh is just terrifying eventually.

You're no longer a fan, not when Shellshock liquefies anyone who shows an interest in you.

Yet... you have no choice but to continue being a cheerleader.

Even when it feels dehumanizing when Shellshock nuzzles into you like you're a toy.

It's even worse if he's used those under his command to take control of your planet.

Now even when you're home you're under his watch.

Better play nice with him unless you want more destruction....

Safe to say you hope someone defeats Shellshock...

You miss what it was like to have freedom.

#yandere ratchet and clank #yandere ratchet deadlocked #yandere shellshock #yandere shellshock x reader

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yandere-toons · 4 years ago

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Yandere Ratchet, Doctor Nefarious & Victor Von Ion (Platonic Scenario - "New Quartu Must Fall")

Warnings: Manipulative Reader, Use of Firearms, Violence, Blood, Implied Death, Emotional Manipulation, Toxic Mindsets.

This is based on the 2016 film.

A.N. – This one is going in my vault at the end of the world.

When the hangar door opened, the skies turned a shade darker than the most violent storm. Droves of hulking objects poured from the aircraft like a murder of crows, slowly expanding the distance between one another and broadening their reach until they were a stygian net that descended upon Aleero City at a frightening velocity.

The sheen of polished metal reflected what meagre light bounced off the extravagant towers, and a cyclops-like red eye that was centred on the face of every invader observed where it intended to land.

Shrieks of terror erupted in the streets as hordes of citizens scrambled for taxis and morphed into roaming bands of fear and panic. As some challenged their stamina by endeavouring to cross the main bridge in a singular sprint, their haggard screams were silenced by the massive bodies of warbots.

Cracks formed in the ground where the robotic soldiers landed, and a blitzkrieg of energy bolts gushed into the crowds.

Explosions dotted the sides of multiple buildings, the rush of flames licking the air and broken glass as it was ejected from windows colliding with the public horror in a cacophony of disarray.

Multiple units in the first line of warbots dropped as the city garrison -- a team of robots gaunter than their hostile counterparts -- dashed from the safety of their fort with laser pistols firing.

The invasion was like an infestation of cockroaches sweeping across the wood foundation of an old house, and the gunfire that flaunted each colour of the rainbow converted it into an attack on the senses.

The rampant odour of smoke and sweat blended with heat so passionate it would curdle milk and draw the water right out of you. A gust of exhaust from the armoured machines was like sticking your face in a working oven, but the unmistakable scents of copper and iron that emitted from their scalding metal were not merely a product of their churning engines.

The stink of the assault poisoned the air, just like the blood dripping from their rims tainted the ground.

Then, as if a tremor were splitting the surface of the planet, a voice far too grave and stentorian to belong to any mortal man reverberated through the plaza. A metallic ring followed its last notes before the warbots ahead of you began sliding back and forth like a snake slithering in the grass.

The robot who had shoved and slashed his way to the front of the pack stood taller than any other, and attached to his forearms were a set of pellucid blades designed to cut through every material in the universe as if it were a spider's web.

"Stand back, citizen. The galaxy's greatest defenders are on the job." Qwark showed you the palm of his hand as he stepped forward and brandished dual pistols.

You vaguely blinked in his direction, mouth closed and shoulders relaxed.

Before the captain could land his first shot, a loud hiss echoed in the plaza and blasted a cloud of steam into the air. One of the garrison robots was knocked backwards onto the ground, and a lanky weapon that resembled a large spear tumbled from its hands.

A stout projectile rocketed towards the centre of the warbot army. The trail of smoke following it dissipated when the commander raised his left arm, slicing the missile down the middle. It exploded narrowly a second after the laser pierced its surface, but the robot was free of any dents and never so much as flinched.

If there had been room for doubts, it was scarcely available now. You examined Victor a moment longer -- your eyes meeting -- before venturing to the outskirts of the fight.

"Don't worry about us, citizen! Get to safety while we rewire these bots," called Qwark from the stairs to the citadel.

Your steps were deliberate and unconcerned, and you spared no glance at the rangers to confirm their success in battle.

The few warbots who lingered on the edges of the platforms marched past as if oblivious to your existence, some generating beeps or drones in a specific order that brought a smile to your face.

Path deviating to the heart of Aleero City, you beheld the myriad levels of traffic that clogged the airborne roads. Just as you had sat on a steel bench and looked towards the sky, a shower of fire and jagged bits of metal rained down upon the city.

A sonorous groan, like that of a whale's song, marked the descent of the warbot's spaceship. Its engines brimming with an inferno, the vessel combusted into multiple chunks that were incinerated by the loss of the reactor.

Gales of smoke and ash wafted to the skyline like an eternal storm.

The culprit behind this destruction glided overhead in a much smaller, homemade aircraft, a fact which drew you from your seat. Fists balling and eyes tailing their landing on the opposite side of the platform, you took a step closer to the edge.

Ratchet burst from the vessel with rapid yet tentative strides.

His ears were flattened to his head, and he outstretched his arms, palms upturned and wrists exposed as if attempting to tame a wild animal. "I know why you left!" The Lombax heaved a desperate pant, one infused with frustration and a hint of indignation. "But I can do better!"

Your feet neared the end of the platform. A quick glimpse below revealed the cloudy underbelly of Aleero City, a mass of fog that shrouded its seemingly bottomless depths.

"What are you -- no," demanded Ratchet. A robot the size of an infant ambled out of his aircraft with a look of perplexity, but it was replaced with surprise and uncertainty when he saw your position.

The distant hum of an engine that steadily grew louder prompted you to dangle your heels over the edge in a rocking motion. The Lombax clenched his teeth and narrowed his eyes, running at you with the urgency of someone fearful of losing their lifeline.

When he was halfway across the platform, you extended your arms on either side of yourself and fell rearwards out of sight.

Ratchet barely had a chance to release an anguished yell before a taxi soared from underneath the platform. It splintered the flow of traffic and ascended to the skyline, flying until it shrank into a speck. Before Clank could question his partner, the Lombax was clambering back into his vessel.

The robot followed him with a hurried, "Oh, my." Clank lowered his head and shook it as his CPU struggled to compute the Lombax's actions, registering them as fatuous and supportive of needless danger. "Ratchet, if I may, I fail to see how this detour will aid us in our mission."

The aircraft veered as the recruit jerked the steering wheel in a dour attempt to make it turn faster. "You don't understand, Clank!" He turned to the robot in an instant, outpouring a surplus of ire and waving his hands in a frantic quest for the desired words. "If they don't listen to me this time, I may never see them again!"

A fervid knock on the windshield impeded his chase from the beginning.

Mobs of citizens, all cheering and pleading for Ratchet's acknowledgement, swarmed the aircraft and prevented it from lifting off the ground unless the Lombax was willing to be dubbed a terrorist via destruction of the citizenry.

The strained face of Captain Qwark peered inside, and his eye twitched at the sight of the duo. Desperate to remain in the limelight, he pulled them to the lens of various cameras and raised them onto his palms.

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The stairs to the command bridge meandered and winded like a labyrinthine maze. Adjacent walls formed a cordon around the rungs that blocked the two-tone light of the Deplanetizer's core from entering deeper than a few harmonious strips of yellow and blue.

Victor had started to ascend the staircase, but after determining what a physically demanding ordeal reaching the top would be, the warbot offered a piggyback ride. Bursts of anger strengthened each step, his feet clapping the metal floor and producing a clang that echoed in the lower levels of the Deplanetizer.

You noted the generous length of the stairs and their isolation from the prying eyes of Blarg who preferred the elevators.

A lanky silhouette ambled past the top in the direction of the bridge, whirling to the sound of Victor's rusty joints breaching the corridor.

Nefarious quickened his pace to a brisk walk. Hands clasped together and eyes wide with excitement, he maneuvered around Victor to face you. "I trust my message was well-received?"

You hopped down, looking askance at the scientist as he cocked an eye at Victor for your original position. "Timely." The lieutenant met his gaze, slowly turned his head away, and shook his shoulders to detach a fresh layer of dust that had fallen from the ceiling.

The broad door to Drek's office opened, and a rhythmic vibration reverberated through the corridor. Standing on his red scooter, which levitated from anti-gravity boosters, the chairman drifted towards his bodyguard. "Victor. Battle report?"

Hanging his head, Victor kept his gaze on the floor. "I'm sorry, sir. The invasion didn't go as planned."

Drek threw his hands into the air in an apparent surplus of amusement. "Well, isn't that the understatement of the eon?" He had raised a finger and taken a breath to launch into a tirade when a sudden hesitancy fell over him, twiddling his black tie and glancing in your direction. "We will continue this discussion in my office."

As Nefarious looked at you and began to suggest a visit to his laboratory, the chairman, as if sensing his eagerness, added, "You too, Doctor!" A disappointed and mildly surprised grunt escaped the scientist before he joined Victor in observing the sheets of metal that formed the ground.

Before following his boss, the lieutenant eyed a Blarg who was exiting the lounge.

The Blarg wilted as he stared into the bright eyes of the warbot commander, his tongue dry and his throat parched.

Victor tightened his jaw and leaned closer with a baleful intensity that said he would crush a man's skull like an egg and walk away with pride. "Guard them."

Nodding his head in vigorous submission, the Blarg exposed his spiny teeth.

The lieutenant narrowed his eyes to slits and released a dissatisfied groan. A massive hand enveloped the top of the Blarg's head, and the expectation of immediate death pulled a whimper from the small humanoid before he was turned towards you.

"Guard," repeated Victor, pushing him forward and watching his movement like an emotionally distant teacher.

While the warbot marched through the door to Drek's office with pointed and purposeful steps, Nefarious idled in the corridor for another moment. "For your sake, I hope you understand the importance of this assignment."

A menacing smile that promised hours of agony spread across Nefarious's countenance, the scientist pressing his fingers together and drawing them towards his chin as if praying for the opportunity to correct a potential failure.

Once the door closed, dread and uncertainty crashed upon the Blarg like vicious waves dragging swimmers out to sea. The humanoid toiled in mental collapse until he looked to his side to find you peeking at his cellphone.

"Could I borrow that?"

Sentiment lingered in your words, a tepid kind that had to be contemplated and generated like a performance rather than drawn from any innate affection or concern for your life. After inspecting the message for glaring flaws multiple times, you sent it and handed the phone back to its owner.

The Blarg received the device as if unsure whether it was his or not anymore. When you strolled towards the lounge with a chipper 'thanks', the soldier was overcome by a burning desire to look down at the screen.

You never bothered to tell him not to snoop, but as bombastic laughter from Drek's office reverberated through the corridor, he erased the conversation history and scurried to follow. "Please don't wander too far!"

Everything about the request -- the desperate politeness, his reluctance to speak at a higher volume that might startle or annoy -- was designed to appease you. "I need this job," mumbled the Blarg, his voice dropping to an anxious whisper that suggested he feared for more than a loss of employment.

* * *

Lips pursed and fingers quivering, Elaris slowly opened the door to the war room. The muffled yells that had been reverberating through the walls of the Galactic Ranger headquarters for the past hour swelled to furious roars.

The technician had begun to stick her head through the crack when an airborne chair collided with the door, slamming a dent into its metal surface and bouncing to the floor.

"Drek could space my friend at any second!" Ratchet jabbed a finger towards Qwark and bared his teeth. Drawing his ears against the sides of his head and bending his knees as if to pounce, the Lombax imitated an angry cat -- hackles raised and fur bristling.

The captain, his hands on his hips, shook his head and stood tall. "The fate of the galaxy is more than one person."

A glimmer of shock prompted Ratchet's fury to waver for an instant. His finger drooped, and his eyes widened in total rejection of the concept. The wrath shaking his limbs was renewed, this time a steadfast and deathly passionate determination. "That one person is worth the galaxy to me."

Qwark opened his mouth but soon closed it tightly. He seemed to acknowledge Ratchet for the first time as if the Lombax had only entered the conversation just then. Eyes narrowing with umbrage and lasting spite, the captain loomed above Ratchet. "Your rescue mission can wait! I'm in charge of saving the galaxy—"

Elaris glared downwards and muttered, "We are."

"—and I'm not about to risk my entire career for your pal." He pronounced the final two words like a disgusted child teasing their classmate, which evoked a growl of frustration from Ratchet.

"How can you call yourself a hero and be afraid of a few lasers?" The Lombax balled his fists and whirled around to face the door. "If you don't have the guts to walk through the line of fire, I will."

As he stormed out of the room in a flurry of obscene grumbles, the technician hurried to step back.

Extending an arm after him, Qwark pointed to the doorway. "Recruit, if you leave this base, consider yourself a rogue agent!" His threat was overpowered by the rumble of a distant engine whirring to life.

Clank watched as Ratchet stood beside the front of his spaceship, taking an inventory of his weapon locker. The Lombax summoned and despawned a series of pistols and a giant wrench before he beckoned the small robot to accompany him.

"Come on, Clank. If the Rangers won't help us, we're boarding that ship ourselves."

* * *

After Qwark arrived, you could no longer enjoy the silence and solitude of the lounge. If the captain had not ordered a team of Blarg to pamper him with sweets and massages, he was peering from across the room like a man trapped in a liminal space.

Your daily treks through areas of the Deplanetizer that would earn him a pistol aimed at his head and casual chats with intergalactic terrorists who seemed far too interested in hearing your opinion on sensitive matters disagreed with his idea of a prisoner.

"Quite the gilded cage you have here," mustered Qwark shortly before Novalis's destruction. "You know, when I was a captive of the Blarg, they poked me with sticks and tried to feed me to their Broodmother."

As your eyes narrowed in averse disbelief, he flicked his wrist as if nullifying the memory. "Maybe that was the Tyhrranoids. Bah, all those mongrels blur together nowadays."

It was during these periods of unwarranted storytime that the escape shuttles became a frequent visitor to your thoughts. Once an unremarkable quality of the Deplanetizer that was often passed without notice like a portrait on the wall of your home of many years, the hangar now earned a slot in your daily strolls.

Nefarious had stolen an entire day to explain the logistics of travelling from one end of the star system to the other, although the level of detail and willingness of his answers gradually lessened as your questions grew more specific.

When you collapsed on the floor of his laboratory, lips split and purple blotches dotting various parts of your arms, he released a scream louder than any you had ever heard before.

It nearly pulled you to your feet, but the Blarg assigned by Victor did it for you. He grasped your shoulder and torso, legs shuddering while you drooped over his pointed head.

"I ... I don't know what happened! We were walking near the bridge and—" all faith in his ability to see tomorrow was shattered as the scientist yanked him away.

"Let go of them!" shrieked Nefarious, taking the Blarg's place as your support and leading you to his operating table.

The chair stank of cleaning supplies and pungent chemicals. A horizontal wave of light flashed in your eyes, and the sound of rapid typing on a computer keyboard filled the room.

"That's impossible. My sensors—" a look of cold realisation crossed his face. It twisted with rage as he clenched his teeth, and when he turned away from the computer, the Blarg was robbed of the ability to speak.

Bafflement fading into condemnation at having found a suitable victim, his voice rose to a degrading shriek. "You were supposed to be guarding them!"

Before the sentry could force an excuse from his quivering lips, Nefarious was marching across the room and a green outline had begun to envelop his raised hand.

The Blarg imagined every invention the doctor had flaunted, each one designed to exacerbate pain and cause suffering in all manner of creatively demented ways.

A whoosh from the entrance interrupted the grotesque display of ingenuity, and an uneasy Qwark ambled inside. He tapped his index fingers together like a child desperate to avoid sharing the truth. "Nefarious, have you seen—"

The introduction of the former ranger elicited a whirlwind of ire and blame as the vagaries of a rivalry that had long simmered like a scalding teapot were inflamed with a new motive.

"Qwark," growled the scientist, his voice oozing malice as if it were venom trickling down a snake's fangs. "This was your dirty work, wasn't it?!" He pointed a spindly finger at your bruises.

Qwark stuttered in his attempt to plead innocent, and this weakness drew an agitated cry from Nefarious. After a shaky chuckle and a flutter of his eyes in your direction that prompted the scientist to ball his fists, the words tumbled from the captain's mouth like stones resisting the flow of the current. "I would never manhandle a civilian."

Eyes crinkling in mild bewilderment, Nefarious started to protest, "They're not a—" before his rage seemed to fizzle. He bumped his forehead with his wrist and turned to you in a moment of distraught awareness. "This is why you kept asking all those questions! You were trying to run away from someone!"

You said nothing, but the doctor slowly looked back at Qwark.

A blue and green weapon with yellow highlights materialised in his hands. It sported a cylindrical nozzle, which began to spin and produce vibrant bolts of green plasma.

As a whirr steadily increased in pitch and volume to vibrate your ears in an irritating sensation, Qwark offered a wave goodbye and sprinted out of the laboratory.

Nefarious pursued with a feral howl that savoured each word. "I'm going to annihilate you!"

The Blarg, who had moved to stand beside you, twiddled his fingers. "Uh, should we warn Chairman Drek?"

You hopped to the floor and patted him on his head, walking to the door with only a slight limp. "You're relieved of service."

The Blarg -- after a startled grunt -- shook his head and scrambled after you with hurried and clumsy steps. He latched onto the edge of the door, peeking at your descent into the corridor as if fearing the return of Nefarious or the arrival of Victor. "I really don't think I am!"

When you neared the entrance to the hangar, the Blarg flailed his arms and dashed after you. "Wait, please don't go that far!"

On the command bridge, Drek held a tablet that displayed a poster for New Quartu. A family of Blarg raised their hands to wave at the camera, their happiness a testament to the patchwork planet floating in the background. "What do you think, Victor? Should the fjords go beside the monument or behind it?"

Victor examined the screen as if he were a toddler reading a dictionary. The warbot had gathered the semblance of an answer when a strangled cry at the door provided a welcome distraction.

Arms outstretched in front of himself, Qwark scurried behind Victor and curved his back forward to appear smaller. The lieutenant spun around, and he shoved Qwark with a stern, "Go away."

Swift and agitated footsteps entered the bridge a moment later, gradually slowing as they reached the trio. Nefarious struggled to be still between the many pants and snorts rattling his upper body.

The RYNO was droning like a broken sound system, strips of plasma lashing the floor and leaving black streaks of charred metal. He lurched from side to side and attempted to aim around Victor. "Show your wretched face, Qwark. So I can blast it off you!"

Drek gaped at the ruined pieces of flooring and waved a hand at the invention. "Doctor, put that away!"

The scientist looked at him with an incredulous "eh" as if the fact that the chairman was present had escaped him, but his expression quickly sank into that of a sulky child.

"That brute deserves what's coming to him! He beat my lab assistant!" Nefarious pushed the weapon towards Qwark.

A startled "huh" burst from Victor, and he glanced around the room as if hoping to see you in perfect health. The massive thuds that followed each step as he sprinted into the corridor shook the floor. Spotting the entrance to Nefarious's laboratory, he stomped inside to find scarce traces of blood.

The doorframe, a structure that comprised some of the most resilient metals in the galaxy, was crushed beneath the force of his hand.

Having lost his shield, Qwark crouched behind Drek. The chairman peeked over his shoulder with frantic annoyance and looked at the charging weapon -- which now pointed at him -- with a hint of fear.

Eyes wild and teeth clenched, Drek propped himself on the handlebars of his scooter. "I won't have that contraption tearing up my ship! Now, get rid of it!"

The doctor slightly lowered the RYNO. His eyes widened, and the scowl that had wrinkled his face reduced to a frown. As his gaze proceeded to drop until it found one of the cockpits, he despawned the weapon.

Engine humming to a stop beside Nefarious, Drek rested a hand on his shoulder. "Now, Neffie—" the scientist retreated from his touch with a displeased grunt "—let's not vaporize our friend before I have a chance to hear his side of the story."

Nefarious waved his arms in a childish expression of dissent. "I wasn't going to vaporize him!" Teeth bared in a wide smile that reeked of deathly threats and eyes broadening with vicious anticipation, his face contorted into the picture of unsound malevolence. "I was going to make him beg for an end as quick as vaporization."

The chairman raised his fists and shook his shoulders with exaggerated joy, imitating a cheerleader after their team scored. "Oh, how scary!" He flashed Qwark a look of poise that one might expect from a politician addressing a horde of reporters, but his internal apprehension revealed itself when he outstretched an arm to deter the scientist from lunging at the captain. "I trust you have a rebuttal?"

The door to the bridge opened in a rapid, forceful motion that echoed the fervid hostility of its user. An elephantine silhouette occupied a third of the doorway and stood before the sparking core of the Deplanetizer, its aquamarine and lemon whips of electricity illuminating his rusty body.

"No more talk," commanded a gravelly voice thick with animosity.

Hefty, metallic footsteps -- each one accompanied by a whirr of his hinges -- stormed into the room and gained speed like a charging bull.

Victor slammed his fist into the palm of his other hand, generating a brassy sound that resembled a compactor smashing a car. He brought the serrated piece of metal that comprised his jaw towards his yellow eyes to accentuate his massive underbite.

A brief look of alarm crossed Nefarious's face, and he had begun to leap to safety when a cruel notion drew his gaze to Qwark. He crossed his arms behind his back and took a casual step to the side of the captain, allowing Victor free reach.

Qwark was the target of the warbot's wrath, and the former ranger observed his approach with a mixture of uncertainty and aversion.

Tone evolving from a stern declaration into an acrid roar, Victor pointed a finger at him and hunched forward to meet his eye level. "I'm gonna spin your head like a corkscrew!" His eyes glowed with hateful intent, a rage that stalled only as Drek zoomed in front of him and placed both hands on his armoured torso.

"Woah!" exclaimed the chairman, less like a friend soothing his comrade and more like an owner attempting to placate his aggressive dog. "Victor, buddy! What's got you so hot under the circuitry?"

The lieutenant stood upright and clenched his fists at his side.

Looking up at Qwark with unadulterated contempt, Nefarious tattoed the floor with his foot and pulled his arms towards his chest. "Someone laid their squalid hands on my lab assistant!"

Qwark, as if this exonerated him, rested his knuckles on his hips and offered a look of smug contentment. "Ah, see? 'Someone' is the culprit, and I'm not someone." The nightmarishly awful logic of his argument elicited such a powerful rage in Nefarious that his next words spilled forth without the capacity to be stopped.

"You witless, feeble-minded imbecile!" shrieked the scientist, rancour and antipathy gushing from his violent hand gestures and frantic pacing like a dam bursting. Some of it was a fledgling ire, but much of it was a multi-year horde of wrath that teetered on the edge of its threshold.

After an unimpressed eye roll that carried his gaze from the tall ceiling to the adjacent cockpit, Qwark looked at his former teammate with vexed boredom. "I don't know what half those words mean—" he leaned forward and rocked his head from side to side "—but I didn't touch your precious assistant."

Whether it was the ill-timed mention of you or his refusal to accept the guilt that the scientist had bestowed upon him with malicious passion, Nefarious met the captain with the face of someone who dreamt their enemy's death. "One day, Qwark. One day, you'll wish you weren't such a heavy sleeper."

Qwark channelled the bewildered innocence of a confused child as the threat glided over his understanding like a jet.

Nefarious shook his head with a malcontent grumble and began marching to the door.

Victor crinkled his eyes and slightly opened his mouth, a deep and slow chuckle reverberating from within his circuits.

Drek peered at his bodyguard with the astute humour of the only straight face in a herd of guffaws. "Oh, really, Victor? Could we be a bit more discreet?" As Nefarious passed him, Drek attempted to pat him on the back. "There's no need for such extremes. I'm sure someone will come around."

The scientist knocked his arm away and spun with frenzied eyes and bared teeth. "No! I won't build another robot until one of you confesses!"

At this, the chairman's lackadaisical decorum vanished. Usurping it was a look of sharp dissatisfaction, but the contempt that was oozing from Nefarious like a pestilent cloud was undeterred.

Crossing his arms, Qwark shifted his weight and watched his former teammate through suspicious eyes. "How do we know you're not trying to take the heat off yourself?"

Nefarious, who had been muttering and stamping his way to the exit, came to an abrupt stop.

The Blarg standing beside the captain turned a lighter shade of orange and scurried away with a panicked whimper.

Drek closed his eyes in silent acknowledgement of the impending disaster, a gradual sigh blowing past his lips.

A flash of purple light was Qwark's sole warning to move before an explosion scorched his original position.

"How dare you accuse me of such impurity?!" The scream echoed in the bridge as if it had travelled through every corner of the galaxy to pierce the captain's ears.

A barrage of purple plasma bathed the room in a violet hue and chased the fleeing shape of Qwark, assailing the walls and each splash of metal that the former ranger encountered with scalding heat.

The attacks were condensed into spherical masses of raw energy that were roughly the size of a basketball but hit with the force of a miniature supernova.

As Qwark endeavoured to shield his gargantuan physique behind a scrawny Blarg, Nefarious squeezed the handles of his weapon. Its barrel, which had a honeycomb pattern and metal flaps that unfolded like a blooming flower, discharged a ball of plasma so potent that Drek was forced to look away lest he risked blindness.

Victor kneeled behind the chairman and slung an arm in front of his face to block the light, but the warbot's steely gaze, immune to the brilliant glow, watched with ardent anticipation.

The smoky odour of barbecue pervaded the bridge.

Limbs convulsing and tongue protruding from his mouth, the Blarg collapsed into the rear cockpit with a harsh thud. His skin, no longer like saffron, was crusty and dark as the midnight zone of the ocean. Incomprehensible groans slipped from his paralyzed lips, and his wide eyes stared ahead with unmeasurable distance.

Shell-shocked and quivering, the other Blarg in the cockpit observed their comrade with the crippling terror that they would be next.

Nefarious scanned the area for any sign of Qwark and had started to huff when he spotted the captain slinking towards the door. A shout of alarm escaped Qwark, a sound that intensified when the scientist began launching another volley of plasma in his direction.

The balmy cackle that had ventured to ascend Nefarious's throat was interrupted by a yell from Drek.

"Victor, put a stop to this!" The chairman had examined the multitude of cracks and scars threatening the integrity of the Deplanetizer, sending the lieutenant to Nefarious with an agitated point of his finger.

The rapid approach of heavy footsteps spurred the scientist to whirl around, and a startled cry burst from him when his weapon was seized. Victor held it above his head and applied just enough pressure to show that he could crush it like a twig.

Nefarious looked between the warbot and his invention as if it were his child, unable to conceal the hint of intimidation eroding his rage.

After dipping his head and glowering at the lieutenant through the roof of his gaze, the scientist blinked when Victor narrowed his eyes. The two continued to observe each other as if speaking without words before Nefarious spun on his heels and marched out of the bridge.

The warbot loosened his shoulders and allowed the weapon to despawn.

Qwark kept his head slightly turned to the ceiling, and once the sound of the doctor's footsteps vanished, he approached the chairman. "Forgive me, Drek. I knew Nefarious was mad, but I haven't seen him this loony since the atomisation incident."

Drek pressed his fingers together and offered a frazzled nod of his head. "Oh, it's quite all right. We'll just get a few cleanup crews here—" he motioned to a black stain on the windshield "—and there." His face shrivelled in horrid disgust at the sight of the charred, twitching Blarg lying supine in the nearest cockpit.

It seemed to steal his words from him until he took a cautious breath and rested a hand on his tie.

"But in the future, would you kindly—" the chairman whipped around and intensified his voice to a guttural yell "—refrain from assaulting anyone else on my ship?!" Drek clenched his teeth as his shoulders rose and fell with the wild pants heaving his chest, hands squeezing the leather grips on his scooter like stress balls.

The accusation drew a gasp of outrage from the captain.

Eyes narrowing and mouth deepening into a straight line, Qwark took an indignant step forward and pointed to the floor as a testament to his honesty. "I never laid a finger on that civilian!" His persistence in asserting his integrity tested Drek's volatile patience, and the Blarg slammed his palms against the handlebars of his scooter.

"Someone did!" A twinge of incredulous humour entered his voice as if the situation was so fantastical to him that he struggled to believe it was happening. "And until we find out who, New Quartu is deadlocked!"

As Qwark looked at him like he had torn his skin off to reveal cybernetic innards, the chairman attempted to reclaim his composure.

"Excuse me," he conceded with a vapid smile that portrayed no sincerity. "The fact of the matter is, I can't have my entire project shutting down every time the two of you are in a room together."

After gesturing to the spacious interior of the Deplanetizer, he tilted his fingertips towards Qwark. "You understand, don't you?" Qwark had opened his mouth to respond, but Drek continued. "And Neffie -- well, whenever he has one of his little fits, it takes forever to get him out of it."

Despite speaking with the fatigue of a tired parent, the chairman conveyed nothing but annoyance at the inconvenience. His referral to a malignant rampage that nearly cost the lives of everyone on the bridge as a tantrum unsettled Qwark, and Qwark waved a hand in front of himself in a show of defiance.

"I am not apologizing to that ... that fiend!"

Drek pointed his palms at the captain in mock fear of his action, eyes widening and lips curling into an expression of confidence in his forethought. "Who said anything about apologies?" His arms draped over the handlebars like someone rewatching a movie in a crowd of newcomers. "If you show your face again, he'll probably shoot you."

When the chairman began riding in the direction of the Star Cracker water cooler, periodic hums emitted from his scooter. "And, Captain?" Blue and yellow light poured onto Drek as the door opened with a hiss, the lackadaisical tone of his voice reverberating through the bridge. "I doubt he'd miss a second time."

The bridge was plunged into merlot-red hues, and a descending hum reverberated through the Deplanetizer for several seconds. "Sir," piped a Blarg standing in one of the rear cockpits, "we have a bogey rapidly approaching the Deplanetizer."

Drek reversed out of the doorway and spun around to peer into the endless abyss of outer space. "Engage all defence mechanisms!"

Doors slammed shut throughout the space station, sending herds of Blarg running to various controls and erupting in frenzied murmurs of button combinations.

Alarms whooped in every room and flashed rotating strings of light onto the sweaty and pallid faces of Blarg.

As Qwark stared through the windshield with a dreadful idea of the pilot, he turned his head at Drek's shout.

"I suggest you return to your quarters, Captain." The chairman called for Victor and glided to the front of the bridge.

Before Qwark could ignore his warning, an enraged scream echoed from Nefarious's laboratory. Glass shattered in torrents as the scientist dragged his arms across tables of vials and threw beakers against the wall, and a boom spawned a cloud of smoke around the locked door.

The sound of sizzling -- like meat cooking on a grill -- popped in the corridor.

The door, starting from the centre and expanding outwards, dissolved into puddles of molten metal. Nefarious stepped through, dripping with chemicals that would burn the average person from the inside out. Parts of his lavender suit were steaming.

In the hangar, the Blarg tugged your arm to prevent you from reaching the escape shuttle. "If you leave, they'll kill me!" Tears began to leak from his eyes, and you turned away with a perturbed grunt. "Please! I don't want to die!"

Your inability to grip the edge of the shuttle pushed your tolerance to its end. "If you have so much to live for—" the Blarg squealed when you whipped around, clutched his shoulders and tossed him into the spacecraft "—then get in!"

As you slammed a fist into the hangar door control, it revealed a small spaceship flying in your direction.

A Blarg looked up from his computer screen and cried at Drek, "Sir, the hangar door is opening!"

The chairman turned to face him with a strained smile that implied he was one catastrophe away from an emotional meltdown. "Let's shut it, then!" He returned his attention to the star system outside his window and bellowed, "Zed!"

The small, legless robot floated to the main control panel in front of Drek, raising a finger in acknowledgment of the order and pressing the respective button with his other hand. "On it, sir!"

You had begun to climb into the escape shuttle when a metallic creak marked the hangar door's reverse of your progress and its descent back towards the ground. The spacecraft grew larger by the second until you recognized the blue paint, and it was aiming to land on top of the shuttle.

Grabbing the Blarg, you dove behind a pile of crates in the corner of the room.

A screech of metal scraping metal reverberated through the hangar as the spacecraft zoomed between the door and the floor just before the crack closed. Flurries of sparks rained down the walls, and the engine quieted near the entrance.

Peeking out from the crates and holding your hand against the whimpering Blarg's mouth, you crinkled your eyes at the Lombax and small robot jumping from the pilot seat.

Fingers slowing to an occasional push of a button, a Blarg positioned at one of the North cockpits watched the radar screen as if hoping it would change or report a malfunction. When another spin of the sensors yielded identical results, he lifted his head towards Drek.

"Chairman, we have three more bogeys approaching fast. All flying Ranger colours."

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