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Ultrakill?

ULTRADIE.

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He got fired from MadDonald's

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Haiii mootie! Haiii!!! :3

Alright,,, Jeb and and and reader are remembering are flashbackimg to when they first met and and it’s during nexus times and they they’r..ee just silly and and and

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Hi hi hi! :D Here's a little sumthin sumthin while you recompose yourself

Jebediah Christoff x reader

It was a stormy night

Summary: You and your lover reminisce on a rainy day

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Across the nevadean wasteland, a sky even darker than it normally is looms over everything, the lighting it spews blinding the world in a bright red light. As if it wasn't apocalyptic enough already.

The sight of people running around, fighting for shelter or their bucket of blood red water is admired by a couple through the window of what used to be a lovely bedroom.

"How long do you think this one'll last?"

One of them ask as they rub their lover's bald head.

"It doesn't look like it'll stop anytime soon. We'll have to prepare for a flood."

"Will we have to leave this place? Aw, I actually liked it here."

"We can do it later."

He reajusts himself snuggly on their lap.

"I'm a little too tired to move right now."

This makes his partner raise an eyebrow. Oh? The all so hardworking and serious Jebus is slacking off? Not that they're complaining, it just means more cozy time.

A few more minutes are spent looking out the window, before his lover speaks up again.

"This is the same weather as when we first met."

He raises his head towards them.

Right, it was a stormy night a few years ago; establishement neons were glowing through the fog, cars sent water splashing from both up and down, and Dr Christoff was just done slumping to a cold and wet bus stop bench with a heavy bag full of work documents in his hand.

He sat down with a sigh, removing his glasses to rub at his aching head. It felt like the whole of Nevada was mocking him today. Between the accidental deletion of several important documents, violent intruders, failed experiments and his coworkers deciding to blame HIM to save their own asses, the weather was truly the last problem on his mind right now. Especially when the oportunity to finally go home and rest was ruined by the obligation to go and report all the incidents back at some annex administrative building or whatever.

"Hubris... Couldn't deal with their own responsibilities..."

Jebus mutters loud enough for his sweetheart to giggle at it.

"You've always loved to complain about your coworkers huh?" They tease.

"No... They were simply just exasperating sometimes."

"Exasperating" was what he kept mumbling under his breath and the rain, with no umbrella and only a small raincoat to shield himself from the cold.

Truly, it couldn't get any worse...

"Excuse me?"

Oh Jesus Christ.

A figure sat next to Christoff, holding their umbrella over his head.

"You dropped this."

He slowly turned his eyes off his hand and put his glasses back on to look at the wet papers and keycard they were presenting.

"Oh... Thank you."

As he folded the documents into his pocket, his eyes looked back, through the fogged lenses, to the face who still held the umbrella over them both. They seemed absentminded, as if waiting for something.

Eventually the bus came, and they climbed in.

It arrived at his destination, and they climbed out.

He walked, and they followed.

Christoff's eyes occasionally glanced at the person who keeps shielding him from the rain as they take the same exact route.

Perhaps it was the rain, but it felt like a cold sweat ran down his temple. With how things are in Nevada, even Nexus City could be dangerous at night, and their lack of response to the strange situation sure did not help.

"Pardon me."

They finally turn their head towards him.

"Are you going to Nextus Prints?"

They nod before speaking up.

"Apologies if I creeped you out. I should have been more polite."

"It's alright."

The heavy sigh probably didn't sound very convincing, but at this point, he didn't really care.

"Why did I do that?"

It's his turn to chuckle now.

"What are you going there for?"

After a few minutes of akward silence, walking in the oddly silent city, their voice rang up again.

"Fixing my coworkers mistakes."

"Ah. That explains why you look so grumpy."

A cheeky smile made its way onto their face, just big enough for Christoff to notice it and turn his eye, first at them then away, perhaps in a bit of embarrassement.

"Grumpy...my little grumpy man."

Their hand affectionately pulls at Jebus' cheek.

"You'd be mad too if you worked with fools."

"I told you."

"Oh, hush now."

Jebediah didn't realize how it happened, maybe because he didn't pay much attention, maybe because he didn't care much, but he was now conversing with the stranger. Conversing as in listening to them ramble on about whatever.

He looks up at the umbrella. Isn't their arm tired by now?

He looks down at his briefcase. God he hopes nothing inside got wet. At least the stranger was there to make sure that didn't happen for the last ten or thirty minutes or so.

He looks at their face, and they make eye contact.

They smile.

He looks away in embarrassement.

They make eye contact, the thunder illuminating the savior's angel and revealing all their traits. From the smallest shine to the slightest bump.

He smiles.

Finally, after a walk that felt way too long, but not necessarily unpleasant, they reach the dimly illuminated "Nextus Prints".

"Oh...I've been talking a lot haven't I?"

They stop in front of the bulding, face suddenly laced with worry.

"No worries."

He didn't admit to not actually disliking it. It helped distract him from his frustrations and their voice was nice to listen to.

Once in front of the desk, they stepped aside for him to go at the counter first.

"Oh, I think the rain is starting to stop."

Jebus opens his tired eyes to check for himself.

"Ah, it is. Looks like we won't have to move tonight then."

"Great."

They grab him by the waist.

"I wanted to cuddle a bit anyways."

Jebus is laid on top of them as they spread their body over the bed, not without a blush from the savior.

As Jebediah finished giving out his reports, he saw the stranger resting their arms on the windowsill, looking out to the flooding city. He would have notified them, but frankly, they looked rather peaceful, he didn't want to disturb them. So, while waiting for the receptionist to be fully done with his own business, he simply stood close. Not close enough to seem strange or alarming, just enough to be able to see their face lit up by the electric glow of lampshades and neons, then by the storm, both of them alone in the administrative building.

He suddenly remembered the wet paper in his pocket. Crap, he forgot to give that one away. How annoying...

Unfortunately, the person at the counter was already gone, so he moved in front of it, waiting for them to come back. He turned around, resting his lower back against the desk as he rubbed his forehead and sighed for what was probably the fiftieth tile that night, before realizing the stranger was now looking at him. Must have made some noise without noticing.

"My apologies, I've been having a bad day."

"It's alright, I think I could tell anyway."

A few more moments of silence passed.

"Thank you for the umbrella, by the way."

They turned back to him, eyebrows raised, before smiling.

"Of course."

For the first time since they first saw eachother, Jebediah smiled back at the stranger. It was discreet and polite, but enough for their own to widen slightly as they turned back to the window.

"It seems like the rain is dying down. You won't need me anymore."

He bent down a little, and they were right.

Eventually, his name was called, and he went to fix up whatever was needed.

After that, another name was called, and the stranger at the window walked up and past him.

A few minutes later, they walked out of the bulding, and to their surprise saw the old man standing right outside, lightly resting against the moist wall.

"I like the rain, if that was your question."

He says as to answer their silence.

"...Right."

They look around a little, then at Jebediah.

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

He could hear the smile in their voice, but as he tried to get a look at it, they'd had already dissapeared.

He stood in the silence of the dying storm for a few moments, before making his way home as well.

As he did, the name that was called out at the desk echoed through his mind. He quickly tried to shake it off.

It's not like that random stranger will be somebody important anytime soon...

The events of that night echo through the head he rests against his lover's torso. Simply mentioning something can bring back a lot of nostalgia, can it? The thought is the last to pass his mind, as he closes his eyes and finally falls into slumber, holding the one he carries dear in his heart close to his body.

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Agagaga the ending is rushed sorry

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see madcom has genuinely got to be one of my favorite ways a story, or fictional world, has ever been told. krinkels has fucking MASTERED the art of environmental storytelling- i think my favorite example is Mag Agent Torture, a character who could easily just be a big baddie for Hank to fight, but bears some pretty grim implications about their own past & existence if you're really paying attention. it goes like

•they have weird spikes stuck in their head and a cool name

•oh, wait. those spikes kind of look like the ones auditor uses to punish dissenters, seen in the background of several episodes, don't they?

•then the torture focused Incident reveals in their internal monologue that "their disharmony is my pain", implying in some way that torture carries the burden of suffering for the entire agency

•oh. dissenter spikes and that knowledge in mind, and the name Torture. did something happen to this guy. Were they always like that? is auditor punishing them in some way?

like, idk. krinkels is just very good at knowing exactly what to elaborate on and what to leave nebulous- giving hofnarr & jeb proper backstories & explanations for how they got that way in mpn doesn't really end up removing any character agency or weight of the mystery behind their actions, it just characterizes them more thoroughly & makes them more compelling overall. meanwhile refusing to elaborate in a clear cut way on whatever the fuck is going on with Hank keeps them a nebulously terrifying force, just as they're perceived in-universe- i think if we ever did get a straight answer for why Hank is the way they are without it being vital info for the conclusion of the series, it'd just kind of fall flat and kill the wiggle room your mind has for working with them

some things in worldbuilding are more fun and interesting when they have more thorough explanations, and some of them aren't. it very heavily relies on the context and level of plot relevance of the information itself- you can't just spoonfeed everything to the audience, they have to be able to make their own takeaways of course! but you can drip-feed them in small enough increments about inconsequential enough things that it still ultimately gives them a rich and fascinating array of information to work with.

idk. madcom the animated series is primarily very good at this bc of it's lack of dialogue, but mpn dodged a HUGE bullet in destroying this method with the way the story is framed- ultimately it ends up being exactly like a very long, playable version of one of the animated "incidents", because of how inconsequential it ends up being to the main story. it gives us MASSIVE insight into how the world works and what goes on in the background of it, but is far enough removed from the main plot that we don't end up sitting through the characters literally just grabbing us by the shoulders and spoiling the entire mystery of the series through soliloquy.

i think it's cool!!! i think it's really fucking cool and really masterfully done!!! and its one of the many many reasons i adore this series as much as i do. Muah

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Gender: Oh boy, capitalism is gonna LOVE this!

Sexuality: Reserved to those unreal (I think???)

Romance: Stereotypical high school movie but it goes on for a year or five (I think???)

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Gender, Sexuality, Romantic Attraction Tagging Game

How do: You put your gender, sexuality, and romantic attraction down with a line break between them—but, here's the catch, don't use any labels! So, for example, this, "Gender? Agender Sexuality? Lesbian Romantic Attraction? Demiromantic" would be this: "Gender? I hardly know 'er! Sexuality? Girl-kisser Romantic Attraction? My friends, I think"

So, here's mine!

Gender? Yours, fool Sexuality? Yes Romantic Attraction? Only if I know you well enough

TAGS (under the cut, and don't feel obligated to do it!) (and obviously those who I have not tagged can participate too)

@bassguitarinablackt-shirt @gloriousvermin @midnight-thedyke @littlebookworm69 @runwiththerain @cybercerealkiller @ishouldsleepbut @ssavinggrace @i-love-your-father @us-costco-official @scifikode @i-am-an-arson-enthusiast

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please let me know, you’re not rude or annoying and I actually do give a fuck and I will correct my mistake, thank you

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(i Will go back to everlasting haitus if that GFM slows down too much btw, seeing it to its goal ASAP is my primary focus right now)

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Please call/email/fax your house reps and tell them to say no to this bill.

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Its this old man's bday

Oh Yeah and also mine I guess

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too many dreams cut short 🍉

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