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saintmuses · 1 year ago

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❝𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙝, 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧❞

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Lenny Miller x Reader

Summary:

She never got to marry, or bear children, or have a house with a white picket fence. She never got to grow old either. Even in death, she would never be able to escape from the man who loved her a little too much.

Warning(s): Death. Implied murder. Angst. Implied toxic relationship. Age gap (10 years apart between Reader and Lenny). Major power imbalance. Dark!Lenny. Minors, dni! Note: I was trying to make this something that you would read from a non-fiction crime book which includes many characters from Anna so it does not feel personal. Reader is a Russian American in this one. Also the switch between ‘Leonard’ and ‘Lenny’ is intentional. The title is from Mirrorball because I thought it was fitting of how it refers to the end of something, therefore the end of one’s life as they know it.

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1995

"It was something I would do, but I would've never expected her to do it. She and I were very different in that sense." Anna Poliatova, her best friend from childhood days murmured softly, her accent curled around the letters as she sat down in a chair for the interview regarding the crime documentary. She had eyes that were colored like the sky, and platinum hair, straight as spineless grass in the plains.

"1990 was something for her," she then laughed. "She met someone I never even knew about, but I found out in her diary of an early 1990 entry of a man named Leonard Miller."

April 16, 1990

Dear Diary,

When you meet someone, how would you picture meeting someone? One day, they would be a stranger to you, but they could be everything but a stranger tomorrow.

I didn't expect to meet Leonard Miller yesterday, but everyone knew of him.

I mean he is an agent handler for Central Intelligence Agency, his reputation precedes him everywhere he goes in that workplace. What attracted me to him right away was how he eluded power and raw presence. He commanded attention as soon as he walked into the room. I had to talk to him because of my job; I’ve been assigned as a secretary for the director of CIA.

The day before, you would be doing something so mundane, right up to the moment, and that was when everything changed. I haven't felt this way in a long time, like a schoolgirl's crush on a man who is very handsome, but very off-limits. There’s a workplace code set in place for something like this. My brain had to remind myself that we cannot be more than just co-workers, no fraternizing around, but my heart didn't care.

I was never supposed to be that person.

Never.

Y/N.V.

Y/N Vasilisa—Love to those close to her due to the meaning of her last name—was born in New York in 1966 to her parents Arseni Vasiliy and Janet O’Conner.

Aurora, New York was a town where families would bloom while the others faded.

Arseni Vasiliy was born in Moscow, USSR, and migrated to America when he was nineteen and met a girl from a town over, then fell in love with her. They were married in 1964, two years before Y/N was born. "She kept him on his toes, and they made the marriage work. They had good years," his friend recalled, a brief appearance. "Really good years."

Janet, her mother was very protective of Y/N, perhaps because she was the baby, the only child of the family. They were close, close as best friends could've been.

The Vasiliys were the poster child of what family should really look like. It was a small family, but it was home.

Y/N met Anna Poliatovia in English class when she was a teenager. She came to America as a foreign exchange student from Soviet Union program. They were the duo that every girl was jealous of, and every guy wished they would've gotten together with.

Y/N Vasilisa was an honor student, had perfect grades all four years of high school, and became a valedictorian for her class.

Everything had changed a month before her graduation in 1984. Her parents died in a tragic car accident. Their slow but terrible deaths were caused by fire when a drunken driver of semi-truck crashed into them.

She moved to New York City after she graduated from high school, wanting to get away from the town that used to be so kind to her.

In a utopia world, no one would die. In the real world, parents weren’t supposed to bury their children. In a twisted sense, they made the natural order of death happen. Y/N had to bury them at eighteen.

She went to a community college while working for a company as a secretary during the week, and she would complete double shifts as a waitress at a restaurant on the weekends to be able to afford an apartment she lived in.

As Y/N struggled to make the ends meet, Leonard Miller was on his way to becoming an operative for CIA.

Leonard’s father was born in Europe in 1928, but his family moved to America specifically Hawaii in 1935, although it was not a part of fifty stars for another few decades. When his father was twenty-one, he met his wife at a shore, and they were married before finding a job as a constructor while his wife was a housewife and a mother of four children.

Elizabeth was the first and only daughter that was welcomed to the world in 1951, John was born two years later, then it was Leonard and Maxwell after that.

The family experienced a devastating loss when the patriarch of the family died of a heart attack at the age of fifty-three in February 1981, leaving his wife, children, and grand-children behind.

While the women of the family were soft-spoken, soft hearted; the men were stolid, hardworking, and they set their minds to succeed in America.

All men but one worked for a construction company that their father built with his partner. The company became Miller and Co. when it thrived in Pearl City, and the boys except one joined.

The third child of the family did not want to work for the construction company, opting to make a path for himself.

Leonard -Lenny for short- was born in 1956, the third child, but second boy in the family. He had dark brown hair, icy blue eyes so piercing that someone would feel like he was looking into their soul. He did almost everything first, he was not only an honor student, but he was also undeniably his parents' favorite son out of four children. He was hardworking and disciplined like his father, quiet and conservative like his mother.

John and Maxwell, his brothers were the opposite of it. They were the life of the party, the charmers who could work a room full of strangers and leave with a bunch of friends.

They were very much loved by their parents despite the differences in all of them.

To them, Leonard was the good brother. The one who could give dependable advice. To school, he was quite unattainable. Polite, friendly, only mingling when he had to, but he knew how to have fun as well.

When he was eighteen, he graduated from high school in 1974, and enlisted in military. It was there he was recruited to become an CIA operative thus moving to Washington DC to be close to Langley.

Despite being the second oldest brother, he did take over the proceedings of the patriarch after his father's death, but he refused to do anything with the construction company. His other brothers were there to run the business while he and his sister were there for their mother.

Before his father's death, he accepted a promotion to become CIA Agent Handler.

And he was thirty-four years old when he met Y/N Vasilisa.

"She was filled with life," Lenny said softly, fingers tracing the surface of the table in front of him as he stared down at the patterns, remembering the night he met her. "She was something else," he swallowed thickly before turning his head away, not without a hint of regret in his icy depths.

Y/N met the director of CIA when she moved to Washington DC after college, who recruited her to be his secretary in late 1989 and having the career that aligned the path of the position as CIA Operative Handler, it was inevitable.

"I remembered being there when they first met," Maud Lebereva, her friend and co-worker recalled. She had buzz cut brown hair and wide doe eyes, she also migrated to the states from Russia when she was a teenager. "He came in to have a meeting with the director about an upcoming mission in then-USSR, he had his eyes on her way before she noticed him. It would've been sweet if it was something else, but I saw something I knew wasn’t sweet." She murmured, shaking her head.

No one knew anything about them. They had started meeting at lunchtime, getting to know each other, it was harmless. Anyone who walked down the streets in the DC area would see them sitting outside in cafes, laughter could be heard from them, and they looked like they were friends, best of friends even.

They were friends for a few months until early summer of 1990 when the director of CIA had a gathering where every person must attend the function.

He had to walk her to her home that night, and that was when the dynamic changed for them. A soft kiss on her cheek, a pair of lips pressed against her skin slowly before withdrawing, and she had blushed viciously.

After that night, they weren't just friends. They were on their way to becoming lovers.

No one knew about them. They talked through phone calls that would be on the side tables, they emailed each other, and they would do anything discreetly.

He was still unobtainable, and she was still feeling guilty. Although, he had said he loved her in the summer of August at the Bahamas when he took her out for a vacation under the disguise of attending a seminar. Somehow, in her mind his declaration of love made everything seem alright.

It wasn't until late November when everything started to unravel around her. She met a very sweet man Alex Tchenkov through a friend and knowing there couldn't be any more than just an affair between Lenny and her, she went for it.

That was when she realized she had the idea of love wrong. Love wasn't about swearing an oath not to be seen, keeping the lines blurry between what was right and wrong, and it wasn't supposed to feel poisonous. It felt deadly, like a bitter taste of acid whenever she looked back to the months of her affair with Lenny.

Her friend, Anna was in Langley for Christmas, and Y/N took her out to a bar in Washington DC. Afterwards they sat on the concrete edge of Tidal Basin for a long time until the sun began to set over the capital, talking. The blonde woman gave Y/N an early Christmas gift, and she started to cry.

"She cried for a really long time," Anna said thoughtfully, nibbling on the side of her bottom lip. "I didn't know she was trapped in a wrecking affair at that time, but she was crying because she said she didn't deserve Alex," she remembered idly. "I was confused, but at that moment I knew there were so many things about her, many secrets that she hadn't told him, and she was really scared she would lose him if she was honest with him."

Eventually one person found out in February, it was Maud who had introduced her to Alex. She had sworn to keep it as a secret, and there were times when they would all meet for lunch.

"Despite my ill-feelings towards Leonard, he was a good person to people around him that I knew of. Figuring him out, and not being able to put a finger on why he gives me a bad vibe, that is where I can't stand him." Maud murmured; her eyes flickered briefly to the window. "I do remember one time I sympathized with him when it came to Y/N, it was a dinner at a really expensive restaurant, and he offered to pay." She laughed slightly, although it sounded uneasy.

The whole dinner affair was tense, it was to say with the understatement of the century. Y/N barely gave Leonard any time of the day, only cordially polite even it would make the worst of the worst dictators silently kneel to the ground.

At some point during the evening, Y/N excused herself to the ladies' room. When she was gone, Lenny had turned to Maud and asked why Y/N hated him.

"I was surprised when he asked me that," she paused, thinking back to that night. "He sounded desperate and sad, and it was that moment I felt bad for him.".

Maud tried to give him an excuse not knowing how to placate his emotional being, and she knew the sad pitiful look on Leonard’s face was caused by Y/N’s attempts to leave so she could be completely in a relationship with Alex. She did wonder if Leonard had any feelings for Y/N after all. If he did, it would be too bad.

"I mean I knew Y/N was irrecoverably in love with Alex, and I just felt bad for Leonard because he didn't stand a chance." Maud sighed, chuckling. The sound was not without a small amount of pity. "I just never knew how bad of a person he was to her. It's always the guys that can fool you easily, but not girls. However, she did fool me a bit." A grimace adorned on her face as she thought about it.

In the leading months, she and Alex got involved exclusively with fear gripping in the back of her mind that Lenny could ruin it all. Leaving her life into ashes if he ever exposed their affair to Alex.

"It was the one thing in her life she was most ashamed of," the brunette murmured, "but it wasn't her fault. I just wished she would understand that. However, he was a powerful man in Washington DC. He could easily ruin her life if he wanted to, and he did."

It was after midnight on July 5th, 1991, but there was a soft orange glow behind the curtains framing windows in the apartment. Silhouettes could be seen moving as six people roamed around the place restless. The fear had gripped them all after false-hope rationalizations failed to erase the tension Y/N had left them with.

Her other best friend had noticed something was wrong when Y/N didn't show up for dinner along with Maud.

"She didn't call to tell us she was running late, or anything really." Anna stated, her blue eyes glistening as she sniffed slightly. "I tried calling her several times, but it went straight to the voicemail." Her eyes flickered to the window as her lips turned down slightly. "I waited because she always called me back no matter what."

While they had waited for her, for the police, for some word, anything; they forced themselves to believe that she was okay, she had to be, the other option was something they didn't want to think about.

Ever.

"I remembered going through her room, finding her journal, and I thought as I stared at the slim book 'God help me that I will break her private cocoon she'd set up for her mind, but if it was to help us find her then so be it'." Anna murmured; her eyes closed briefly before opening. "I remembered there was some sort of a letter stuffed in the last page she'd written."

You asked me a long time ago after we met, 'what do you want?' in a teasing manner with a soft twinkle in your pretty eyes. What I want...is for you to be happy. I love you.

"It wasn't signed, but it didn't really have to be it was obvious, and that was when I knew Y/N had been harboring a secret for a long time." She shrugged before sighing, looking away. Her blonde hair swayed slightly. "She was definitely not perfect, but she was the best of us. Despite the flaws we harbored in ourselves, she saw the best in them, and I can see why she would look past his overbearing flaws in the beginning to see the best in him even when she shouldn't. I can't really fault her for that, she tried, and she did until it wasn't enough for her." She then hesitated, "and whatever she wrote in her last entry...I knew he’d read it because I know Y/N, she would've just thrown away the letter after reading it, not put it in her private cocoon where it would ruin her peace. The letter he put in was more of some correspondence to her journal right before everything..." she then paused; her bottom lip trembled as a gasp escaped from her mouth resonating in her lungs as a light sheen glazed over her eyes.

June 29th, 1991

Dear Diary,

There were times I questioned myself, in the beginning I could see why I wanted to be with Lenny despite all the wrong things that I have seen.

Now more than a year has passed, and I'm suffocating. The leash I didn't notice wrapped around my neck on the day we met had been becoming shorter and shorter, chipping away its inches as his control became iron-clad over time.

I had once asked him when I met him, he was the guy who had it all, and he did, but to assuage my curiosity, I had asked him "what do you want?"

And it was that particular conversation that changed everything for me.

We were doomed, entirely and truly.

I can't say it wasn't love at first, for me it was, but it wasn't for him. I had only noticed after I fell out of it was when I realized we were doomed. He was an agent with a dangerous future, and I was at a different place in life.

Being with Alex had made me see things differently, it made me realize that Lenny Miller is not the man I or everyone else thought he was. He is a narcissist, a liar who manipulated everything around him including me. He was like a rose, sweet at first until I touched the thorns and that was when he became cruel. I fell in love with the idea of him and accepted the false flaws until it got to the point where it all became too much for me to bear.

He knew I wanted the chains off my heart especially after meeting Alex. Especially when I want to be free, I need to be free, but he won't let me go. I know he will never let me go, and I'm afraid of whatever that means.

It wasn't pretty, and it wasn't love despite him saying it was.

I have to get away from him before the suffocation drives me to the grave.

Y/N.V.

"I did love her. I loved her more than anything in this world, even when she didn’t love me anymore, but I suppose no one would understand." Lenny had emphasized slightly, almost bitterly. His blue eyes were steely glinted when the light from the sun hit their depths, before the mask of indifference fell into place. "The last time I saw her was when she didn't want me to be in her life anymore." He had murmured before looking out to somewhere in the room. He had said when the sun began to set, everything fell apart around them, "and that was that." He then shrugged as if it explained it all.

THE NEW YORK TIMES

Tuesday, July 21, 1992

A MISSING AMERICAN WOMAN'S BODY FOUND IN LOIRE RIVER IN FRANCE

(Photo taken at the graduation in 1984)

The body of a 26-year-old woman Y/N Vasilisa who was reported missing a year ago on the 5th of July had been found in the Loire River under the boat dock in Nantes with a bullet wound in her head.

Vasilisa’s death, according to Detective Chief Marcel Clairmont of the Nantes Prosecutor's Office, was caused by bruising around the neck which resembled strangulation before the victim was killed with a bullet wound in the forehead. The cause of death was accurate after the autopsy was completed by the Washington DC Coroner Vincent Delacour. The prime suspect for her disappearance prior to her death, former CIA agent Leonard Miller’s DNA was not found anywhere on her body, and the bullet did not match his gun serial numbers thus eliminating him from the list of suspects...[read page five for more information].

#lenny miller x you #lenny miller x reader #lenny miller #anna (2019)#cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy #Lenny miller x y/n

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apparently-artless · 2 years ago

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Shirosaki & Momose [illustration to celebrate the release of the series ending song Hanataba by Lenny Code Fiction]

#atarashii joushi wa do tennen #my new boss is goofy #shirosaki yuusei #momose kentarou #dotennenedit #official art #artsedits

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verdemoun · 8 months ago

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Hi there! I hope you're having a good day.

I'm pretty sure Timewarp Arthur had high honor (since I think you mentioned him seeing the sunrise.)

What would have happened if Arthur had lower honor when he time-warped? Of course, he wouldn't be some coldhearted monster... but he'd probably be even more of a cynic.

I have never written low-honor Arthur but since my 3rd time seeing Arthur die is coming up I'll give it a shot.

The final stab wound is an abrupt enough death for timewarping to actually be easier. The second he realizes he can breathe, and there's air in his lungs, Arthur whirls around with his guns drawn and only has that dead-eye fraction of a second not to pull the trigger when he recognizes it's Hosea.

For Hosea, it's horrifying. This isn't his Arthur. Yes, Arthur had his moments: he could be vindictive, and argumentative, and sure most of the gang knew what he was like when he was drinking or in the mood to pick a fight - but this is still different.

Instead of the relief he saw in Lenny's eyes, or the excitement in Sean's or even terror in Kieran's when they were found, Arthur's stare goes from angry to empty. He holsters his guns, still swaying slightly on his feet, running entirely on adrenaline, and says 'Suppose I'm dead, then.'

Much like they can tell the situation is going to be, Hosea offers a shrug and says 'it's more complicated than that'.

It being the most evil version of Arthur she's ever seen will not stop Bessie Matthews from hugging her son. And for all his flaws, nothing will stop Arthur from hugging her back.

This would be a version of Arthur who was mid-low honor, maybe doing little things to try and be a better person after Mary re-entered his life, only to abandon hope the second Hosea was killed. He's just hurt, and angry, more like a wild dog than the more stoic, hardened figure Hosea knew those longs months ago.

Very quickly growing tired of Arthur's sourness and general belittling, Lenny moves out with Jenny a lot faster. Given the choice to spend time with Arthur or Lenny, Sean quickly follows suit.

And Kieran? ... doesn't really notice the difference. Arthur was always - well, a dick to him. And Kieran still liked him. He still considered Arthur someone willing to talk to, and go fishing with. Arthur might still call him O'Driscoll, but even low honor Arthur saw Kieran as a poor kid after he was killed. And, seemingly desperate to get out of the house, Arthur forces Kieran to go out more which honestly helps Kieran adjust faster. He enjoys this Arthur's morbid humor, and it isn't long before catching the two drinking and smoking on the porch is a common sight.

Eventually, Hosea would get sick of it. What should have been a quiet night becomes an argument, with Hosea telling Arthur to quit playing a fool, quit acting dumb because as much as Arthur calls himself crazy they both know he's capable of being a lot smarter than he's acting and it hurts seeing him be whatever this is.

Arthur, with absolutely no shame, and knowing exactly what to say to cut deep, reminds Hosea this is what he wanted. That's what him and Dutch raised him to be, right? A killer, a conman, an extra gun when their schemes started being too big for just the two of them. They picked him off the street because they saw he was a tool ready to be molded to fit whatever ideals they wanted, and they wanted an enforcer. They got their perfect outlaw, someone who would go back for the money instead of making sure John got out, someone who would think it's more important to out Micah as a rat because it went against their stupid fictional code than anything Arthur actually believed in - because this Arthur never believed in anything other than the gang. And the gang is gone.

If Hosea had ever seen any good in him, or ever wanted him to be more than a dumb, angry weapon, Hosea wouldn't have fucked off and left him with Dutch for almost a goddamned year when he met Bessie. Hosea chose not to give him the chance to be normal, to be more than what they intended him to be, because Arthur was already a stain he could cut off to avoid tarnishing his own happy life: his cozy little home, and perfect wife, free of criminals and scum like him.

Arthur storms out, to go to Eliza's or a bar, whichever he stumbles into first. Eliza would already be used to low honor Arthur, having known him when he was younger, and it being exactly why she never married him. But even low honor Arthur loves his son, and having decided Hosea can burn in Hell for daring to judge him for being exactly what they expected him to be, moves in permanently. Isaac is still a shit, a slightly angrier, more prone to violence for less self-righteous reasons, but still adores his dad just as much and becomes a mini Arthur.

In case Arthur saying it wasn't enough - Bessie agrees. Arthur was always angry, and a frankly terrifying teen who has only grown more intimidating with age and height, but she remembered being shocked when Hosea said Arthur wasn't coming with them way back in the 19th century. Arthur was what he always had been, maybe colder, maybe more jaded, but in a way exactly what she expected to be considering he'd been with them over 20 years. It was too late to change whatever had happened since Hosea died and made him worse, or maybe Hosea had already romanticized the idea of Arthur in his head so much since his timewarp that he didn't recognize him, but that was still her boy.

Arthur would still end up finding a job, connecting with the gang but skip more dinners in favor of doing things with Isaac or work commitments. Charles would become another Mary, someone Arthur could have loved if the world wouldn't made him what he is (idk I imagine low-honor Arthur would blame everyone but himself for his actions). He'd eventually repair his relationship with Hosea, admit he mostly said things out of anger, and Hosea would want Arthur in his life more than he wants Arthur to change (as well as probably finding some truth in the belief he contributed to Arthur being what he is). But Arthur would join John and Javier in the 'never forgive, never forget what Dutch did' squad, and he would straight up murder Micah when given the chance, so rip Micah.

Low honor timewarp is just an Arthur that's still sad and angry, and cynical, and probably depressed as shit and a heavy drinker, but he still dotes on, adores, and loves his son, who is his whole world.

#rdr2 timewarp au (low honor)

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prfm-multiverse · 7 days ago

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"Kyary Pamyu Pamyu performs 'PONPONPON' with 3 Kawaii Lab groups — next time on 'with MUSIC', the performers are…"

This episode features performances by Kyary Pamyu Pamyu, FRUITS ZIPPER, CANDY TUNE, CUTIE STREET, BE:FIRST, Marcy, and Lenny Code Fiction. Kyary Pamyu Pamyu will perform her hit song "PONPONPON" together with KAWAII LAB. groups FRUITS ZIPPER, CANDY TUNE, and CUTIE STREET.

#2025 #with MUSIC #kpp #kyary #kyary pamyu pamyu #PON PON PON #Kawaii Lab

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canonisdead · 11 months ago

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A messy writing from that new AU

Anne signed up to shoot things, not to travel towns and cities to find someone to figure out this coding mystery.

To backtrack, there was something...big coming towards Sun camp. All they knew that it was big and that the enemy that sent towards their way to just wipe them out instead of engaging in a proper fight. Cowards.

While they managed to hack into the controls of the missile that has the burning power of god herself, no one knew what to input to force the weapon to stop its path.

Luckily it was a slow thing since no frantic calls.

They've had no luck so far, and she wondered if there was anyone actually smart enough for this.

Richard and Dutch were the only 'people persons' which meant they were good with interacting with Teletubbies to ask around.

"IDs."

Anne looked around suspiciously. Were they being pulled over? Why did this town have a toll looking gate.

"Sure, but why?" Without anyone's permission, Richard snatched everyone's IDs and gave them to the Teletubby.

"Security reasons, we rarely get visitors." The worker swiped the cards in some kind of card scanner.

Anne tapped the car window, rolling her eyes.

"Alright, you can all pass."

Richard takes the cards back and throws them inside while putting his hands back on the wheel.

"RICHARD!"

First they had to find a lot to leave the car and then do the boring task of asking around if anyone knows a single soul that can hack into things like missiles. A complete fictional situation, totally, nothing weird or suspicious.

"Maybe Lenny could help you with that!" The Teletubby, for some reason, looked at Anne as they spoke.

She certainly was not asking, why not say it to Dutch's dumb face?

Richard almost walked off.

"Richie, we need an address." Miles pushed at his stomach to stop him.

"...Oh right!" Richard awkwardly laughs.

Anne crossed her fingers that this wasn't a goose chase as Richard knocks on the door. Doubt clawed at her insides when a black tinted purple Teletubby opened the door.

She looked fairly confused on what several Teletubbies were doing here.

"We're not scammers, we need a genius to hack into a thing before it destroys a military camp." As Anne speaks, she sees Miles wince. Couldn't blame him since she tended to say regrettable things in interactions.

The young woman stares at them for a few seconds before looking at Anne, "Well I suppose you can go in the backyard."

The pink Teletubby blinks. "...Just me?" Hasn't she made it obvious that these types of interactions aren't at the top of her skills list?

"...Lenny will probably have a panic attack, or faint, or throw up if several men are in the same room as him."

"...Alright?" Anne takes the device from Dutch and walks around the house.

"Also make sure to announce your presence so you don't startle him!"

Anne enters the yard to see an indigo Teletubby knelt in front of what she assumes is a taken apart satellite dish.

She recalls the woman's words and bangs on a nearby metal container.

"What the fuck?!" He suddenly jumps on his feet, covering his ears.

"Uh, whoops, sorry."

He looks at her blankly, his shoulders were tensed up, but they relaxed upon seeing her. Which was odd since they haven't met before.

"I heard you're the one good at tech nerd stuff and we need to shut off a missile before it destroys a military camp." She shows him the device.

He silently stares some more before taking the I-Pad shaped thing and maybe was analyzing it.

Lenny then takes out his phone and she watches the motion of him tapping on something then typing.

Anne was baffled when he turned the phone around.

I can't shut it off from here, I'll have to go to the camp itself to actually stop its pathway.

The confusion mainly came from on why he was typing this down instead of speaking.

...Though should she mention that if he really wants to help, he'll be stuck in a car of other men considering that woman said Lenny will faint or throw up if he's in a room with men.

For some reason Lenny still wanted to help them despite him freezing up when he saw Miles, Richard, Dutch, Finn, and Conor.

But Anne still tried to make it bearable for him. "Okay, maybe Conor and Miles can share the passenger seat, and Dutch and Finn stay as close to the left window and I'll sit in the middle so Lenny will be isolated from you two from his right window seat."

Lenny distracted himself with the device by looking more at it while the cat he brought into the car emitted hissing and growling noises at the men in the car.

Dutch made a face, knowing very well they'll have to stop at a hotel at least once.

"Richard we can't stop at a hotel!" Anne insisted.

"But I'm tired-"

"Then just stop for coffee and tank it through. Or ask Conor to drive, the hotel might not allow the cat to come in!"

Everyone wasn't eager to argue with Anne all night so they concluded that they'd take turns.

Richard could cry in relief when the camp came into sight, they had already stopped the driving and were now hiking back. Lenny had basically sped ahead of them.

They all jumped hearing a very loud thump.

Anne ran ahead, confused on what made such a loud noise. Ten inches away from the whole camp was the missile, Lenny had very quickly shut it down.

Maybe relief could have stayed if it wasn't for yelling and gun fire that followed a few minutes later.

#slendytubbies

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