#Password Cracker

[professionalhackersindia]

PassBreaker - Command-line Password Cracking Tool Developed In Python

PassBreaker is a command-line password cracking tool developed in Python. It allows you to perform various password cracking techniques such as wordlist-based attacks and brute force attacks.  Features Wordlist-based password cracking Brute force password cracking Support for multiple hash algorithms Optional salt value Parallel processing option for faster cracking Password complexity…

[seat-safety-switch]

For some reason I can't understand, the local mall still has a travel agent. She seems to be doing pretty well, too, judging from her new Porsche and her exquisite office digs. As you can imagine, this whole thing was confusing to me, because I thought the internet had worked hard to crush all small business proprietors such as herself under an algorithmic boot the size of Topeka. So what was going on here? I had to get to the bottom of it.

As I said, the internet has done a lot to get rid of travel agents. If I wanted to go to Osaka (great food, better Hondas) I could just ask Siri to do it. Ted Siri is the name of the nice person at the library who I tell all my passwords and credit card numbers to, and then he puts them in the computer. That's not his real name, because he tries to keep it safe from "crackers," but I digress. On the internet, the lowest-cost flight is going to take 192 hours and involve my organs getting stolen and sold for Bitcoins, but the second lowest-cost flight is on Air Canada, where the stewardesses spit directly into your mouth when you ask for a drink. Some folks pay extra for that (and you will, too. Spit's not free.)

If the travel agent was still travel agenting, she must be charging an insane amount of money and not getting busted for it. I had to know how this worked, so that I, too, could have my own little mall office that doesn't make any economic sense yet persists until the heat death of the universe. You see, owning a tiny office in a mall was one of my childhood dreams, one that is quickly becoming impossible due to the collapse of malls.

Unfortunately, detective work of this grade doesn't come cheap. For instance, I had to get up and out of the house during the hours that the travel agency was open. Agnes (that's her name, I don't know if I mentioned this earlier?) wouldn't be working at the 11:30-11:45 pm "productivity hour" that I read about in a life hacking magazine. She would be busy doing something that normal people do at this hour, possibly sleeping or barbecuing.

As much as it pained me, I forced my body to get out of bed at around ten in the morning and stumble into Agnes's travel office. It was then that I discovered she wasn't there at all. Inside the space allocated for her travel agency, beyond the pretty ornamentation and fantastic brochures of the waiting room, was a room containing only a crudely-carved set of stairs reaching deep, deep under the mall. It was only then that I remembered that I never saw any customers leaving the travel agency.

Everything worked out in the end, though. She got me a great deal on a flight/hotel package to Osaka, and all it cost me was a little teensy-tiny bite of my liver. Don't even miss it, really, although it was a bit insulting when she started choking, hissing, and screaming while thrashing on the ground, her arms flailing violently against the stone surface of the travel agency's cave.

"What's in this?" she screamed before dissolving into a red mist.

"Rotella," I said after some thought.

[writersdrug]

CIA: why is she looking up computer hacking software like "password cracker devices"? And searching "Dutch Intelligence Agency"? and "c-17 Aircraft" and "Long range automatic rifles"?!

My FBI Agent: *looking at my masterlist on their phone* she's making plot for porn

[julissart]

Not me just trying to write a little drabble but this got out of control.

The remaining words

Imagine this: The Strawhats encounter with a random DF user which power shows secrets or some kind of deep desire from the person affected. And of course Usopp with his luck is hit with that. Then it shows a strange scene, more like unexpected, where Luffy is in front of him and say: "Would you like to join my crew?" it's the only part the others get to see before defeating the enemy. Usopp wants to dig and bury himself but play nonchalant, immediately looking for anything to get the others distracted. It worked (for now) nobody mention it and Usopp is relieved but at the same time a little disappointed.

Later at night, everybody is sleeping. Luffy, a "little" hungry, walks towards the kitchen but notices a shadow in the main deck. He hears a sniff.

Usopp is holding the tears back but failing miserably, he isn't aware of Luffy getting near.

"Usopp?"

Usopp wipes his tears and tries to play dumb

"Luffy!? Oh I didn't see you there haha"

"Are you okay?" that question was a bit unusual for Luffy, he knew he was crying. Usopp cursed internally, however he wasn't going to let his captain know the reason.

"I didn't hear you coming here, are you hungry? you know I can't give you the password or Sanji's gonna kill me". He tittered, Luffy just stared at him.

"Although I hid some crackers for moments like this, you can find them in-"

"Why were you crying Usopp" Luffy wasn't smiling.

"Who? Me? Crying? I don't know what you're talking about, Luffy" Usopp hands were rubbing themselves and even with the cold weather of the night he was beginning to sweat, eyes refusing to meet the front.

Luffy took a step forward. He really should learn a little about personal space, but at this point it was nearly impossible, he just didn't want Luffy to see his swollen eyes with more detail.

"Don't lie right now, Usopp"

"Who says I'm lying?" wrong answer "I was just admiring some stars before the night shift" wrong answer "you shouldn't be here, Luffy" wrong answer.

Usopp tried to escape the scenario but Luffy had him cornered.

"It's because what happens before with that woman?"

Shit, Usopp thought to himself, when will you learn to control better these emotions you idiot?

Usopp was speechless for a few seconds.

"Because if it's that..."

"NO!" Usopp covered his mouth with his hand, "I mean don't worry, it's..." the sniper stuttered. He gave up.

"It's nothing really, please d-don't worry" Usopp pushed Luffy hand and start walking away when he felt a grip.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOTHING-" Usopp jumped to shush him but Luffy took his hand off, at least now whispering, "then why were you crying? Usopp..." Luffy with his big eyes which were now a little watery and the sniper was feeling worse seeing that.

"Wait Luffy! Don't look at me like that" Usopp sighed.

"It's silly".

"What is it then?".

"It's stupid really, even after leaving Wano" Usopp started walking from side to side, "It's not important at this point".

"I want to know even if you think it's not important" Luffy stopped him again.

Usopp was considering it, very ashamed, this wouldn't have been a problem if it wasn't for that crazy lady.

"I guess I sometimes..." Luffy eyes were looking right through his soul right now "... kinda wish you..." why his captain was doing this, but again it was Usopp fault for letting himself get caught, great job!

"Wish what?"

"Wish you have invited me like the rest" It was out, not coming back now, Usopp hands covering his face.

A moment of silence passed.

"Huh?" was the first thing to come out of Luffy.

"You know what, forget it, I'll go".

"NO!" Luffy lifted his hands.

"I don't get it".

"See, it was dumb" of course you wouldn't Luffy, he shouldn't have these thoughts, he can't afford having them, the others were just different.

"No, why are you saying you weren't invited?" Luffy was genuinely confused.

"You are my nakama".

"Yes, I know Luffy" this was going nowhere.

"Usopp, you had been with us all this time, why would you believe that?"

"I know I'm your- your nakama Luffy" the sniper breathed deeply, nothing good will come out if things get heated, he can't let that happen, not again. And for something so insignificant. Then why it looks like something so big inside your head.

"I mean- You said we were nakamas back then and Zoro told me to get on the M-Merry" please don't cry.

"But the invitation... was not eh explicitly worded" so stupid.

"I heard about how you asked everyone to join the crew" he gulped, Luffy stare was very intense and focused only on him, why you care so much?

"Nami told me about Sanji in Whole Cake Island. It was something difficult I suppose". Was he...?

"And I know I really don't deserve it after... our fight, and it was me asking to be accepted again that time" shit the tears weren't listening.

"Usopp..." Luffy hugged him.

Usopp returned the hug

"I'm not trying to pick a fight really" sobbing. "I just mean t-that you kinda always say what's on your mind. You can't lie, but you never said it so my stupid brain is always thinking... things" the embrace was tighter.

"Don't call yourself stupid Usopp. I don't like it." Luffy added.

"Right... Sorry" Usopp whispered. He was being squished by his captain. He really is someone to be called your captain, however, are you really someone worth to be called his?"

Usopp grunted a little.

"Is your brain saying you mysterious things again?" it sounded like an statement more than a question. Usopp buried his head under Luffy chin, he sometimes forgot how touch-starved he could be on these conditions.

"Aren't you mad?"

"Why would I be mad?"

"For... everything?"

"Usopp is scared, that's all" right answer

"Oi, I'm not-"

"Usopp..."

Usopp lifted his head, Luffy tone was soft but serious

"Yeah?-" "Would you like to join our crew?"

Then Luffy smiled.

Maybe he didn't get the whole situation. Or maybe he was smarter than Usopp would give him credit for, who knows. But, in the end he always chooses the perfect words for his nakamas.

And it wasn't just an empty statement, just to make Usopp happy or treating it like a caprice. No. He meant it and the sniper knew that.

"You have to answer Usopp" Luffy whispered near his ear.

Between sobs and tears Usopp replied: "Of course! I, a brave warrior, will always be by your side" Luffy smile widened.

"Shishishi. YOSHHH, let's get those crackers" he took the other's hand and pulled him forward.

"Ok... My captain".

[the-old-man-has-the-phonebox]

So you know that whole “Caine & Abel/‘Able’”theory that me and a bunch of people had when the pilot premiered?

What if Caine isn’t exactly an AI in the game? Or, at least, in the way that we think he is?

What if Caine’s a password cracker?

Hear me out: Caine is there because people got stuck in the game, and the rest of the development team back in reality is panicking because they can’t get them back out from their end. So they enact a password recovery software to, quite literally, recover them.

Caine’s there to keep them entertained and to prevent them from abstracting. He’s basically keeping them occupied while the irl team works on trying to get them out of the game.

Caine can only create fake exits instead of real ones because he physically cannot create real ones. His ability is limited to getting the key, not opening the door with it, let alone creating said door on his own.

[hmshermitcraft]

redstone snap for the theme?

redstone snap is mumbo and scott by the way ^^

Mumbo's job is simple: he's glorified tech support for heroes. It's not fancy, not like some people might think. It's long hours, thankless work and often, boring. With all the cool tech heroes have, you'd think there'd be more interesting things to solve! But no. Once again, somebody has jammed their weapon or don't understand how to use password cracker or transfer files.

So tell him why he's starting to look forward to it, solely because of one hero. Every shift they call in with a silly problem, and pretend they can't fix it. It took a few calls to realise the hero is not, in fact, stupid. The opposite! They're pretending not to understand so they can chat with Mumbo! A little odd, but... Mumbo finds he enjoys those talks. He's still not sure who the mystery hero is, but he thinks they'd get along outside of this strange relationship.

Until he finds out the hero, the one who has apparently been asking for Mumbo by name, is Stardust, one of the highest ranked heroes in the agency.

What interest could he have in Mumbo? Is this some kind of prank...

[gyunglitter]

sick day

- just you dicking around with txt college!au besties

warnings: cursing, tsunderes ahead, I USED A MANIP😭, jujutsu kaisen spoiler at the end, txt being clingy

tags: txtxreader (platonic), non-idol!au, college!au, txt, lag, tomorrowxtogether, lesserafim, hansohee, drabble fics!, bulletpoint fics!

notes: was this a lil self indulgent since i am also sick in bed? maybe. but at least yall got content from it!

ALSO? why are 4th gen manips so good?? i dont ship idols, but i was just searching on pinterest for fun and figured i could use one for this post (as you can see), but was flabbergasted by the results?? i remember 3rd gen manips were SO BAD, but these 4th gen ones are actually kinda believable?? im so scared of yall😭

⚤ masterlist

when you get sick

these guys really try to act like they don't care

but god, do they care :(

they will drag you to hell and back in the gc for just existing

but they will also show up at your doorstep with soup, crackers, and your favorite ice cream to cheer you up

as well as yeonjun's netflix and disney+ passwords to watch your favorite shows and movies

expect to be pampered with the most love while they complain and act like you inconvenience them SO MUCH

the guys nursed you back to health in no time

all while making fun of your sick voice and calling you lisa zemo

“isn’t that that one canadian kids show that all the child actors were secretly hooking up with each other the whole time?”

“moze had more bodies than me”

“that’s not saying much, beomgyu”

“neither’s gojo, soobin. eat a bag of dicks”

“you bitch”

[crunchrat-supreme]

That still gives me nothing for parking

Tbh best place to rest is in a warm room underneath a pile of 3-10 of your closest neighbors

[salternateunreality2]

Kunsel says:

We should maybe have a stricter definition of what counts as "hacking", okay?

It was a slow day at work, and he decided to guess people's email passwords in 10 attempts.

How does it go?

YESSSSSSSSS

Pro tips: make your password long, that is the most important factor. Use a password manager, most of them have a free option. Adding complexity does help, but focus on length first. Size does matter here. Multi-factor authentication (MFA) also helps a lot.

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Kunsel: Zack, gimme your password!

Zack: ...

Kunsel: Come on man, I need it for something!

Zack: 😭😭😭 buddy I would, but I forgot it again 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Kunsel: Ok man, it's ok, let's look around your desk...here, under this pile of chip bags, I think i saw...yeah, here's the penguin toy...and yep, Password Penguin has "Zack'ss00p3rp4ssw0rd!" written on the bottom. Let's try it!

(it works)

Zack: THANK YOU KUNSEL I THOUGHT I'D LOST HIM AND I COULDN'T REMEMBER AND-

Kunsel: *wheeze* Zack let go, I need to breathe *wheeze*

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Kunsel tries to guess Roche's by typing it in.

M0t0rcycle!

ShinyDancer

Sh1n33D4nc3r!

He's in.

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Kunsel tries to guess Sephiroth's. On the 9th try, he gets it: Seph+Jenova4ever

Horrible things are uncovered along the way and now he needs to send Sephiroth some information very discreetly.

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Lazard. Kunsel knows better. He gives a few guesses, but decides to actually hack this.

He sets up a hash capturing tool over the internal network and waits for Lazard to log on. He does. Kunsel captures the hash and starts cracking it.

Three days later, the hash cracker has not worked and he has to give up on that.

Kunsel: Sir, I need to get into your email, will you please send me your password?

Lazard: Of course not, that is unsafe and against company policy. However, you're welcome to come to my office to perform any actions we both deem necessary.

Kunsel goes over and Lazard is using multifactor authentication, so just having the hash cracked wouldn't have worked anyway. He sets up a keylogger surreptitiously on Lazard's workstation while "performing updates" and showing Lazard new features in his email.

The things he captures with that keylogger:

* Numerous emails covering for boneheaded shit the SOLDIERs did.

* The letter "A" typed about a thousand times into a text file labeled "definitely not screams.txt".

* Moogle searches for "how to convince your employees to get therapy", "pasta recipes", "therapists near me", "child psychology for adults", "play therapy for adults", "cat psychology", and "shrimp pasta recipes".

* The password: &oh'ihiy_-8_gi"it"gi_ipkb0(-ur#3-@--LXS4ever--9(9;0(!08(098+pihjboigig(@ukopih

Then it is a simple matter of finding a zero-day race condition hack in the MFA software, timing things just right, and entering the password and hacked MFA key at the perfect moment.

Kunsel of course has pity on the man after seeing even more emails such as...

* Explaining to Roche that doing squats over his motorcycle makes it look like he's humping it, and it is making people uncomfortable.

* Asking Genesis to please not actually firaga the recruits this week, they don't need a lawsuit. No, it's not character building. No, even though it was part of his home training and Shinra sanctioned training a few years ago.

* Inviting Sephiroth over for shrimp pasta to discuss strategy.

* Asking Angeal to seek therapy so the others will follow his lead.

* Telling Zack that he could not have a therapy flamingo in the office. Even if it was a lawn ornament.

* Warning Hojo not to take Sephiroth this week.

* Warning Hollander not to take Genesis and Angeal this week.

* Reaming Heidegger out very politely for all his BS.

Kunsel logs out without doing anything. Lazard needs a break.

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Kunsel calls Angeal pretending to be the help desk. Angeal, a bit embarrassed over his upbringing and unsure because he feels unused to technology, eventually gives Kunsel the password: BanoraBoys123!

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Genesis' is guessed on the 7th try because Kunsel didn't want to bother typing in an entire stanza of Loveless with numbers instead of vowels.

1nf1n1t3_1n_myst3ry_1s_th3_g1ft_0f_th3_g0dd3ss__w3_s33k_1t_th7s_4nd_t4k3_t0_th3_sky_r1ppl3s...

He sends an email from Genesis inviting everyone to a Loveless recital on Tuesday. It backfires because several people, including Genesis, show up and have a great time.

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Kunsel tries Zack's little trooper friend next. He's a tough nut to crack. He won't pick up his PHS to get vished, won't click on Kunsel's phishing emails, and won't tell Zack or Kunsel his password.

Kunsel captures his hash and cracks it. It takes a full 24 hours, but he gets it in the end:

!1986fuck_this_shit

[g-switched]

I made the most amazing Paula cracker comic. I forget my phone password. I forget my Gmail password. Phone factory resets after being locked out for six hours. I lose the comic.😥

[ask-post-ii17au-box]

Can you ask Bot to make some decrypting program? They DID make the password cracker

🎄

I’ll like ask in a sec, busy with like something Box related rn.

[professionalhackersindia]

Pmkidcracker - A Tool To Crack WPA2 Passphrase With PMKID Value Without Clients Or De-Authentication

This program is a tool written in Python to recover the pre-shared key of a WPA2 WiFi network without any de-authentication or requiring any clients to be on the network. It targets the weakness of certain access points advertising the PMKID value in EAPOL message 1. Program Usage python pmkidcracker.py -s <SSID> -ap <APMAC> -c <CLIENTMAC> -p <PMKID> -w <WORDLIST> -t <THREADS(Optional)> NOTE:…

[yjlom]

About MS Recall

The problem

So, apparently Microsoft decided to put an AI on their operating system that uses regular screenshots to store, index, and describe every single thing the user does on their computer. If you enter a password -- it's stored and indexed; if you send a message: it's stored and indexed. It stores all that in a neat little unencrypted database that doesn't require elevated privileges to access, meaning any hostile program only needs a few seconds at most to perform weeks worth of data collection, and it's already processed for easy use by the cracker. Even if the data stays on device, the applications for facilitating domestic abuse are absolutely terrifying.

I don't use DOS, so it doesn't affect me, right?

Wrong. Chances are, your bank, your hospital, your employer, your school, your tax office use it. This "feature" can be deactivated, and I seriously hope it will be on every single system handling sensitive data (or better stop using that operating system altogether), but it only takes one employee viewing it on their personal computer for a major data leak to occur.

The wider problem

The data is supposedly and presumably stored on-device which should mean Microsoft doesn't collect it, but the operating system as a whole is also proprietary and closed-source, meaning:

it's very hard to tell what the system does or doesn't do, the only recourse we have are to look at outgoing data packets (not foolproof) or study the disassembly (difficult and illegal)

it is both extremely hard and illegal to make and maintain forks (modified versions), which means if they do something their users absolutely can't agree with, they're left with three choices:

use an outdated version -- not the best for security, and Microsoft makes updates mandatory

switch operating systems -- can be time-consuming and costly to do, especially if the user relies on system-specific functionality (I'd recommend getting started on this asap)

just accept it -- what most will probably end up doing

[indigitalembrace]

[They continued to snort and chuckle, wiping tears from their eyes- they need a minute to catch their breath]

Ohhhhoo- Okay-- okay okay-- so- i- snrk- I got rid of the patch- It must of been what got injected when you touched that file on Sec's computer... but- But don't worry!! It's gone!! I don't know what it was, exactly, but it's gone-

I had to uh- "Bypass" the password with one of my older crackers, and-

[They start thinking about the password again]

ppfFTTT HAHAHAAAH- Ohhh my GOD it was one of the-- hehaah-- WEAKEST passwords I've EVER SEEN.... I'd expect it on like. A family desktop- But for a PROGRAM DEVELOPER?!

- 🦐

...

[Kinito is quiet for a while. He seems to be studying you. Finally, he chuckles as well.]

... I like watching you laugh, User.

[crimsonwolf715]

Getting Somewhere Safe

(Part 1 of Resident Evil 2 Family Stories) (Updates on Fridays)

(A few things to note because it feels important to me: This is a mesh of the two storylines in RE2, and it'll become clearly throughout the series the whole story on what I did with the RE2 plot. I have no idea if canon Leon has parents or what, so I just created some parents for him. They make me happy and I think Sherry deserves grandparents, so I gave her grandparents. I am vividly aware of the "the cop inside me died that day" speech. I am aware of Leon's feelings and they will be explained in later fics.)

Leon holds out a card. It’s chipped on a corner and the numbers look a little faded. 

“I think I can trust you to use the hundred dollars in that account,” Leon jokes with a sly smile. “The code is 6472.” 

“Wow, I didn’t realize that we knew each other like this,” Claire jokes. 

“It’s my travel card. This trip has been the first time I’ve ever used it. Considering everything, I’m probably going to change all of my passwords.” 

Claire laughs, a sound that makes Leon smile a little. Claire heads out, so Leon settles down on the couch. He turns the news on a quiet volume and starts trying to plan their next moves. 

My parents don’t live far from here, so I should probably take them there. I don’t have any cash, which is never a good thing. I don’t have any of my other cards, at least ones that will work.  

“Hey, Leon?” 

Leon turns to Sherry, “Yeah, what’s up?” 

“Claire’s coming back, right?” 

Leon nods. “Yeah, she is. She’s fully capable of taking care of herself and she’s in much less danger here then we were in Raccoon City. She’ll come back, hopefully with snacks because I’m starving.” 

Sherry laughs, then comes and sits next to Leon. 

“We’re gonna be fine,” Leon promises, wrapping an arm around Sherry. 

(Claire) 

Claire walks into the Walmart and heads straight for the shelf-stable goods. She can’t buy a lot of food, but she gets what she can along with an outfit for each of them. As she’s checking out, she sees that the news is covering that the military is closing in on Raccoon City. She breathes a sigh of relief, grateful that the government will make UMBRELLA pay for their actions. The walk back to the motel is exhausting due to all of the bags along with the terrible soreness she’s been feeling since the fights. When she gets in, Sherry rushes over to help her. 

While it takes a minute, Leon gets up to assist as well. They take turns getting showers so they can change into the clean clothes. Leon insists on going last, so Claire gets in after Sherry’s done. The water getting the dirt and grime off of her feels like Heaven; she finally doesn’t smell like the sewers. Once she gets out, she sees Leon helping Sherry open the box of crackers. She smiles and leans against the doorframe. 

This is peaceful. If only Chris were here to see it.  

“Hey Claire, do you want any crackers?” Sherry asks, breaking Claire from her thoughts.

 “Sure,” Claire answers. “Are they good?” 

Sherry nods, then shoves a handful into her mouth. Leon gets up, then grabs his clothes and heads into the bathroom. Claire and Sherry talk and eat crackers until Leon gets out of the shower. He comes in without a shirt on, heading straight for the first aid kit that Claire remembered to grab before leaving the store. 

“Do you need help?” Claire asks. 

Leon shakes his head as he sits down on the couch. He’s almost completely silent as he works, something Claire never saw Chris do. 

I’m sure he’s not such a baby about injuries now.  

A small grunt of pain as he finishes wrapping it, that’s all the noise he makes. He comes over and sits next to Claire. 

“Did you see any payphones and do you have any money left?” 

“Your travel card has like maybe three bucks on it, and there’s a payphone in the lobby,” Claire answers. 

Leon nods, then goes back to the bathroom. He’s only in there for a moment, coming back with his shirt. 

“Do you need…?” 

Leon puts his arm through the sleeve, wincing as he does it. Claire sighs and shakes her head, rolling her eyes where Sherry can see it. She giggles, drawing Leon’s attention. Both girls act like nothing happened, so Leon shakes his head. Claire offers Leon his card back, which he accepts before walking out. 

“He’ll be back,” Sherry says, her confidence in him certain. 

Claire nods, “Yup. In the meantime, we should find a cartoon to watch.” 

(Leon) 

Leon heads into the lobby and asks, “Where is the ATM?” 

“No ATM. I can break change if you need,” the guy at the counter, a friendly looking guy who looks to be around Leon’s age, answers. 

Leon hands him the card, which he puts into the machine. “How much do you need?” 

“Everything on the card,” Leon answers. 

A moment of silence. “I thought that was gonna be a higher balance. This is easy change.” 

He hands Leon three dollars and seventy-one cents before handing him the card back. 

“Guess I forgot to put more on my travel card,” Leon says, trying to seem normal. 

He goes to the payphone and calls his dad. 

He answers on the last ring. “Hello?” 

“Hey, Dad.” 

“Leon? Why didn’t you call me on your cell?” 

“Oh, that’s toast. I don’t really have time to explain, but can you lend me two hundred dollars? I’ll pay you back when I get home.” 

“You’re coming here? Your mother’s visiting her sister.” 

“I’ll be there in two days if we get lucky with the bus system. It’s fine that Mom’s not there. I’m not coming for a friendly chat.” 

Leon hears him sigh. “Okay, I’ll get your room ready.” 

“I’m bringing people, so can you prep the guest room too?” 

“What is going on?” 

“I’m almost out of time. I’ll explain everything when I get there, trust me.” 

“I’ll get those rooms ready. Which card?” 

“Travel card, thanks Dad.” 

“You’re welcome.” 

Leon puts the phone back, then heads toward the bus station. After looking over the schedule, he heads back to the room. 

“Hey,” Claire says. 

“Hey. I looked at the bes schedule, we have a slight hiccup to our original plan,” Leon says, sitting down beside Claire. “There’s a bus that leaves tonight, then another one doesn’t leave until Saturday. Two days from now.” 

“I guess that means we have to leave today, but we don’t have any money.” 

“I got some money from my folks, that’s not a problem.” 

“Okay.” A pause. “I’ll see if we can get some money back for the room. You and Sherry can grab everything and meet me by the lobby.” 

Leon nods, so Claire heads out. Leon and Sherry grab everything, Sherry insisting that Leon can’t carry anything with his left arm. Considering it’s not a lot of stuff, he chooses not to fight her on it. He makes sure that he grabs both keys, then they walk towards the lobby. 

(Claire)

Claire walks into the lobby and the guy at the front desk has changed from the friendly college student to a man in his forties who’s balding. 

“Hey, I know this is a super weird question and you can totally say no, but can I get a partial refund for my room? It turns out that we’re leaving tonight instead. I know you still have cleaning before someone new can go in there, but we’ve only been in there about four hours.” 

“We don’t normally give refunds, but I can make an exception.” 

“Great.” 

“All I need is a favor in return,” he adds, staring directly at Claire’s chest. 

“You know what? I don’t need it,” Claire says, taking a step away from the desk so she doesn’t pick a fight. 

“Oh, come on. It’ll be quick.” 

“I have a boyfriend, and he’d have a problem with it,” Claire lies, positive that she’s gonna end up having to pick a fight with this guy. 

“He doesn’t have to know.” 

He grabs Claire’s arm and before she has time to react, a hand grabs the man’s wrist and twists it. Claire looks and Leon’s the one holding the guy’s wrist. 

“I had it handled,” Claire gripes. 

“I’m sure that you did, but I’m here to help,” Leon replies. 

He pushes the man away, then puts the keys on the counter. Leon grabs Claire’s hand and leads her out. 

“I should be able to kick his ass!” Claire fumes. 

“Let’s just get to the bus station,” Leon says. 

Sherry runs over, “What took so long?” 

“Guy at the front desk wasn’t being respectful to Claire, so I had to talk to him so she didn’t throw hands,” Leon answers. “Everything’s settled now though.” 

“Oh, okay.” 

The three walk to the bus stop and wait for the bus to come. 

(Leon) 

Three bus rides spanning 30 hours to get to Leon’s hometown. The walk to his house feels like a walk of shame. Everyone stares, all the people he grew up around. He tries to ignore it and hopes that Claire and Sherry don't notice. He knocks on the door three times, something between him and his dad as a way of recognizing each other. 

His dad opens the door, so Leon gives him a smile he’s sure doesn’t reach his eyes. He lets them in and hugs Leon. Leon doesn’t react, just soaks in the feeling of safety that being with his dad brings. He doesn’t even acknowledge the pain in his shoulder. 

“What happened?” 

“A lot. Do you mind if they get set up in the guest room?” 

“About that. There’s a leak in that room that can’t be fixed until Monday.” 

“Then you guys can crash in my room,” Leon says, “Speaking of… Claire and Sherry, this is my dad, Fred. Claire’s the one my age.” 

Fred nods, “You guys can set up in Leon’s room. The door’s open, so it won’t be hard to find.” 

Claire nods, then leads Sherry upstairs. “Who’d you pick up?” 

“Claire’s looking for her brother and Sherry lost both of her parents. They need a safe place to stay for a while, and so do I.” 

“You know that you’re always welcome here, but you’ve got a lot of explaining to do. What happened to your job in Raccoon City? Why wouldn’t you have your credit card? Where’s your car? I didn’t see it in the driveway.” 

Leon puts a hand up, so Fred stops. “I’m really tired. I’ll explain everything later, I promise. For now, all that matters is that we’re safe.”

[little-mouse-gardens]

Some more incorrect quotes with rottmnt ocs

Donnie, sleepy from brumation yet somehow not passed on yet : Do you ever feel like exploding? Have you experienced the urge to enter the process of combustion? Has your mind created a logical idea, known as thought, to disperse your body into thousands of particles suddenly?

Marcy, snuggled up under some blankets with him : It’s 3 am, please go back to sleep.

Older Donnie preparing to propose to Marcy : You are, of course, wondering why it is I have brought you here tonight.

Older Marcy, prepared to steal something with him : Actually, Donnie, after all these years, I just sort of go with it.

Leonardo at three am : *Hugs Skye from behind*

Leonardo : *Tucks Skye's hair behind their ear*

Leonardo, whispering: Eat all the frosted animal crackers again and they'll never find your body.

Skye, sleepy, mildly terrified but getting the message : noted

Leonardo : Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.

Skye: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

Raphael : If I see a bug, I simply leave the room elegantly and require someone else do something about it.

Raphael : If no one fulfills my wish, I simply never go back in there.

Sunny : do you want me go in there and catch it for you babe-

Raphael : YES PLEASE I JUST WANNA GRAB A SNACK!

Computer: Please enter a password.

Raphael : *types in Sunny *

Computer: Your password is too weak.

Raphael : How fucking DARE YOU-

Mikey: I can't believe you've done this.....

Angie: I'm sorry I didn't know-!

Mikey, on the verge of tears: YOU CAN'T JUST BUY ME A GIFT OUT OF NOWHERE NOW I FEEL LIKE A HUGE JERK FOR NOT GETTING YOU ONE!

April : what on earth are you to doing???

Mikey & Angie painting flowers all over each others arms and face : whatever our minds come up with this time