Fic Summary: It was April 24th. Ingo left for a business meeting in Galar that morning. Emmet continued his day as normal. Follow the schedule. Everybody Smile!
It was April 24th. Ingo left for a business meeting in Galar that morning. Emmet continued his day as normal. Follow the schedule. Everybody Smile!
It was April 24th. Ingo left for a business meeting in Galar that morning. Emmet continued his day as normal.
It was April 24th. Ingo left for a business meeting. Emmet continued his day as normal.
Can we know more about that dystopia Emmet of yours?
dystopian!Emmet... my sad little meow meow... my favorite AU Emmet. my pride and joy.
he's certainly the most tragic emmet of mine... why? well. his life was torn apart in childhood thanks to Emperor Volo (as a reminder or for those unfamiliar, Emperor Volo is a version of PLA Volo that won at the Temple of Sinnoh and was able to carry out his plan of remaking the world as he saw fit. and subsequently went mad with power. hence where we end up in this AU, where he's built a wonderful, beautiful city in Upper Unova... while Lower Unova is left to the dogs... Houndours...? Herdiers...? either way, Lower Unova suffers while Upper Unova prospers).
his family killed by the Emperor's army, he was left in the home all alone, hiding and terrified but luckily undetected until the leader of the Resistance, Alder, takes him under his wing and essentially becomes his adoptive father. under Alder's leadership, Emmet learns how to fight, how to survive. he becomes hardened by such a rough and tragic turn in his life that by the time he grows up, he's become serious, stern and scrappy. wary and skeptical. while he still IS Emmet, while he still has a smile, it's a more... serious smile. a tighter smile. definitely not as happy of a smile.
aside from that, he has his own workshop where he'll make weapons for the Resistance (aka the banded together group of folks seeking to take Emperor Volo down for his tyranny, they battle with the Emperor's army quite a bit), or repair parts for the trains that he works on that help transport supplies that other members have snatched from the upper city or just transport in general. he's also a fan of woodworking! does that often, too :D
when he's really upset he'll lock himself away in his workshop and work, work, work away, sometimes just welding or carving away aimlessly (though not reaaally aimless because he ends up making something in the end).
bonus little thing of him working in said workshop (btw that's probably Skyla calling his name, she drops off supplies for him that he needs):
that's quite a bit to read so I'll stop there :D i just wanna say thank you so so much for your interest in him! this emmet really is dear to my heart and i love talking about him
(and sorry this answer is so late!)
I got so stuxk with the lighting drawing this and @cecilioque was like “use emergency subway tunnel lights!” And that was a genius idea! Look how dramatic that got!!
Anyway Ingo on low battery and broken. What else could you wish for?
Fic Summary: It was April 24th. Ingo left for a business meeting in Galar that morning. Emmet continued his day as normal. Follow the schedule. Everybody Smile!
It was April 24th. Ingo left for a business meeting in Galar that morning. Emmet continued his day as normal. Follow the schedule. Everybody Smile!
It was April 24th. Ingo left for a business meeting in Galar that morning. Emmet continued his day as normal.
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This is the last daily upload XD can't do this for much longer unfortunately! I just wanted the drop of this fic to be really thematic
Fic Summary: It was April 24th. Ingo left for a business meeting in Galar that morning. Emmet continued his day as normal. Follow the schedule. Everybody Smile!
It was April 24th. Ingo left for a business meeting in Galar that morning. Emmet continued his day as normal. Follow the schedule. Everybody Smile!
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Unfortunately, not the 24th anymore =-= I guess this fic is kinda a bust now- oh hey Emmet
Happy WIP Wednesday! Spoilers for chapter 7 of Misfits under the cut.
That was fine. Ingo could do what he wanted. Emmet skived off patrol all the time, it was fine.
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Ingo hadn’t come to patrol. Emmet had waited for him. He’d waited for ages and then decided to start on his own. He’d ended up doing the entire thing by himself and Ingo never showed up.
It was just uncharacteristic of him, that was all.
(It wasn’t like Emmet had been looking forward to it or anything. It wasn’t like he’d waited for hours like an abandoned puppy. If he’d known Ingo wasn’t going to show up he wouldn’t have wasted his time.)
(It was his own fault for getting his hopes up.)
He returned to the barracks and froze in the open doorway.
It looked like a war zone.
A few of the lockers were blown open, doors swinging in their hinges. One of the benches was tipped over. The door to the office was open as well, the drawers were ransacked and all the papers that had been neatly piled on the desk were strewn on the floor. The garbage bin had also been knocked over. His spiders were agitated and crawling along the walls and ceiling.
“…Hello?” He called and it echoed back. “…Ingo?”
A few spiders chirped in response but there wasn’t a word from Ingo. A cold feeling settled like a stone in his stomach. He called again. If Ingo wasn’t here then…
He hesitantly stepped forwards into the ruined barracks.
Something crunched under his foot and he hastily stepped back. He’d crushed something into hard red and white shards. A candy cane? Only a small part of one, judging by how little there was on the floor.
How had this happened? Emmet always locked the entrance. He was even doing it right now, closing the door and locking it behind him out of sheer habit.
(Ingo had a key. Emmet had given it to him.)
Gear Barracks had always been a safe place for Emmet. The only safe place. When Emmet returned home it always felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, like he could finally relax. Here, he had been untouchable.
That feeling was gone now. He didn’t think he would be getting it back.
(Ingo hadn’t shown up for patrol.)
It was a shitty, barren, uniform place, but it had been Emmet’s. And someone had broken in and torn it up.
(Was it really breaking in if Emmet had invited him inside?)
No! Emmet shook himself. He shouldn’t make assumptions when he didn’t have all the facts. There was no proof that had happened. Ingo wouldn’t…
(Emmet was still an easily suckered fool who had learnt nothing. Ingo had betrayed him and Emmet had made it so easy.)
Ingo was his friend. He trusted Ingo. Ingo was shy, earnest, and sweet. He said things like, “lonely together” and he meant it, Emmet knew he did!
(Or maybe Emmet wasn’t as good at spotting liars as he thought he was.)
A clicking whistle snapped him out of his spiralling thoughts. Emmet dropped to his knees and reached towards his fuzzy babies. “Is everyone alright? Is anyone hurt?”
Emmet was appalled by his own behaviour, getting wrapped up in his own doubts when his focus should have been on the creatures under his care. Poor little things, they had needed to endure whatever had happened without Emmet there to protect them.
They chirped and squeaked and scuttled away from him, towards a locker all the spiders were converging on. Dread crawled up this throat. He rose to his feet and followed them.
The door was cold when he laid a hand on it. “…Here?”
They squeaked and moved back, a fluffy multicoloured halo surrounding the locker. The dread only worsened.
It was locked.
He blinked. He never locked this one. He never locked any of the spider lockers out of fear he might trap them in there. Hesitantly, he filled in the default code and hoped that was correct. Emmet had never changed any of them, but he clearly wasn’t the only person who would have had the opportunity to do so.
He hesitantly tried the handle, and it swung open.
Fic Summary: It was April 24th. Ingo left for a business meeting in Galar that morning. Emmet continued his day as normal. Follow the schedule. Everybody Smile!
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Chapter 2 has been posted. It is officially, April 24th everyone!
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