#Double Agent Au

[techni-cal-writing]

DOUBLE AGENT ORION PAX

L I S T E N OK

Orion Pax doesn't have his memories but he DOES have a bullshit detector and Megatronus or whatever the fuck he's calling himself now has just tripped the meter so far past red its broken.

Now.

Orion isn't good at lying. He knows this. But he IS good at playing clueless.

It helps that he seriously doesn't know What The Frag is going on. It also helps that he has Big Blue Optics that no one seems capable of meeting for more than a few seconds at a time.

And Warlord Ratchet? Really??? That's the best he could come up with? Orion has encountered younglings with better lying abilities.

More on this later ^-^

[heres-to-all-that-is-mine]

Thanks for the reminders! Heeeere’s your scheduled Double Agent AU scribble :)

;)

[thesoulesscollection]

In The Name Of Love & Betrayal

I apologize for the lack of interaction but I do hope you enjoy this even with a rare ship and odder plot. 

CopperRightVin (I may try to think of a different ship name for my sake 🤔 just so it won't be mixed up with CopperRightMin)

Tw/Tags: Canon Divergence, Established Relationship, Double Agent Charles, Morally Ambiguous/Grey Charles, Ooc Charles (But for this it's in character if that makes sense?), Domestic Fluff, Minor Angst, & Plot/World Building Heavy(Ish)

From a day so prolonged, Charles is fatigued by the end of it. Within seconds, in a snap of the finger his life is altered drastically and he doesn't know what to ponder about it. Since then to now, tiredly slumped in the backseat to some luxuriant vehicle, he can't even use his brain, or even his body for that matter. 

"Look tired there?" In his haze Charles can hear the familiar accented voice up at the driver's seat. 

"Hmm, You don't look well, darling" A second, softer, smoother voice recalls. Gloved hands then cups his face that brought him to reality again. Past bleary eyes, which showed to be a momentary struggle for him to focus, saw a face looking genuinely concerned for his well being. "You should get some sleep, doll. We had a long day, didn't we, Right, dear?" Not too long after Charles did close his eyes, he barely hears the last conversation between the two men. Some he picks up on, either it relates to him and or the day that led them here, other topic pieces he ignores for the calmingly numb buzz sound in his head. 

"He should. Did so well for us earlier" 

With a broken little whine Charles can't help to preen at the glowing praise, "... I. Y-yeah… I did…" 

"You did. We're so proud. For putting all you knew on the line for us" Life as Charles ever known is uprooted, changed forever to which he can't back out on. 

"Never expect much outta you in the terms of a good strategy plan but that one worked out spectacularly" The driver, Right, says with a chuckle. 

"...They… Didn't know what hit them… I-it. It was amazing …" In between a yawn, Charles continues with them. Once he would've felt bad, still there's a nagging voice saying he should, although pushed back, he's actually expressing pure giddiness. "... You all. You should've seen their faces" He can picture them, no matter how he forced it to dissolve into a faint memory where it is permanently seared into his mind. The looks were an odd combination of shock, anger, sadness, and more importantly, betrayal, if they found out about his status.  

"Yes. We saw a few. They were utterly beside themselves in grief. They think you're dead" 

"... That's … Good" Decidedly Charles laid their head on the man's lap, curling into a tiny ball rather than bother an attempt to sleep in their stiff seat. "I should feel bad for them… I don't though…" Spoken softly in a hush, as if someone could hear them. Maybe that made the (ex) pilot a traitor in the law's eyes, in his old friend's viewpoint nevertheless he'll grow past it. 

"Eh' you shouldn't feel too bad for those dogs anyways" Right snidely remarks, earning a tutting noise from their partner. "You're back with the clan and us" 

"Yes. There's quite a few who miss you. We certainly do"

They cracked their eyes open a little, staring up at Reginald with a sullen expression when they replied, "Not exactly who I was referring to. I could care less, they saw me as a simple minded, naive fool they can use. You won't believe how many times I wanted to shoot them in their smug faces. Better yet crash the plane into the nearest building per my 'great plans' with them in it. Painfully ridiculous in what I had to deal with on a daily basis" 

While rambling on, Charles stops, sensing Reginald's fingers cautiously curl around his thick, white locs. "We know. So who do you mean then?" 

"There were these two people I was assigned to work with during my time with the military" Charles picked up, heavily exhausted, and he fought against it. "In order to take both you and the Toppats down" 

In the internal rear side mirror Charles saw Right perks a brow, suddenly curious. "You mean Stickmin and Ms. Rose?" His robotic eye turns a blazing red, and a scowl on his scruffy face. 

"Yes... A part of me does wish I could've told them. I knew better than to spill. It would've risked everything more than it already did. They were amazing in their skills" Charles sympathetically understood why he couldn't have at the time. His teammates, thinking he was their best friend, were regular, run of the mill thieves turning a brand new leaf for the government. 

Far too much a risk to his main cause. They were more trouble then what Charles thought their worth was to him. 

"You shouldn't miss them" Reginald took his turn to respond, looking rather bristled at the mere mention. "Likely they were only in it for themselves. They're a danger to the clan and I'm amazed we aren't totally inoperative" 

"I know. Still they were something" Charles sighs dismissively. 

"We're home. Finally" Right pipes up, curt, as he stops the car and exits. The back door is opened moments later, Charles stays put on Reginald's lap. A gentle persistent nudge at their sides keeps them awake, just barely. "It was a long ride for us. Do you need help?" 

"U-uh, no… No, I think I'm fine. I can handle it" 

Right hums, not believing a single word with Reginald helping the third party up and out the car. "You need it the most. Today was quite spoiled with excitement" He sleepily imagines Reginald fret over him. 

"Sure" He purrs, "I love a good tending to"

In one swift movement, Charles is swooped into the strong arms, obviously it was Right, cold metal earning a chilled shiver. Again he hears Reginald speak across his head to the man, the man's hands freely brushing a loc behind his ear. Well earned sleep came in a slow progression that is able to fully drown out his problems. Enough he for once could relax, to snuggle into the other's broad chest and notice in his daze they entering a house. Charles is met with a deeply intimate warmth seeping into their skin, soothes the aches in his body. A sleepy smile adorned their worn face, safe to be at ease, be with people he's known and loved for years..

[princess-of-the-corner]

Double Agent AU

Since Chloé lives in a hotel she might be able to get Klakki these fancy brown sugar cubes I had as a kid when helping my mom with a piano scam.

I have questions about the piano scam but now I want brown sugar cubes

[graaythekwami]

Fox!Nino > Giving Nino any other Miraculous in a kwami swap AU.

[uppastthejelliclemoon]

i'm now thinking about a double agent AU with Serafina, Demeter, and Bombalurina

Bombalurina stays behind to distract the henchcats while Serafina and Demeter escape with their newborn kittens, bringing them to the Junkyard

they decide to remain amongst Macavity's cats in order to help the Jellicles and give them information, sneaking away when they can

Serafina and Demeter trade off, both queens going whenever they can to visit their babies

While the queens are with Macavity, Tugger and Mistoffelees take in Serafina's kittens, while Munkustrap takes it upon himself to take care of Jemima

Serafina grows to care for and love all of the Jellicles, but her relationship with Tugger and Mistoffelees develops into something so much more

Demeter and Munkustrap's kittenhood romance rekindles after a long talk is had

Demeter, Bombalurina, and Serafina cherish the moments where they can spend multiple days within the Junkyard, because Demeter can cuddle up with Jemima and Munkustrap, Serafina can hold all her babies and have Tugger and Mistoffelees on either side of her, and Bombalurina can laugh with her parents and friends and let her guard down

a few days before The Ball, Demeter and Bombalurina leave Macavity for good, going to the Jellicles as Serafina waits a little while longer, just to make sure they'll be safe.

When Macavity kidnaps Old Deuteronomy, Serafina sees her chance to escape, and Mistoffelees senses her, so when he rescues Old Deuteronomy, he manages to bring her back to the Junkyard as well, and Serafina reunites with her loves and her kittens, and leaves Macavity behind

[ew-selfish-art]

Dpxdc AU: Damian decides that it’s time to go collect his brother from his assignment. Danny is starting to sniff out some non-ghostly bullshit for once.

Damian knew his twin had been exiled from the age of seven, banished to travel and observe how scientists around the world engaged with Lazarus water. The only word that Damian received that his spare was still alive were the letters of lab reports and findings that were sent back to base. As the Heir, he’s pushed to be better lest he himself be exiled or simply executed. Danny becomes a fleeting thought and then once Damian arrived in Gotham, a none existent thought.

They weren’t raised to be friends or even friendly. The were not taught codependency or allotted time to bond. The could have been perfect strangers if not for their appearance and the stories of Danny’s shortcomings becoming Damian’s praise.

It’s only once Tim informs him of an intercepted letter, one sent and saved from years prior, that Damian recalls Danny enough to care. Tim prompts him to share more, especially given the coup recently committed by Deathstroke (Slade) and Talia gone into hiding with her zealots.

At family dinner that night Damian supplies: “I suppose I should be the one to bereave my twin of his assignment. His reports will certainly go unread.”

Chaos in the Batfam ensues- meanwhile across the country- Danny sneezes and finishes writing his yearly report: “No major discoveries aside from public record patents (attached), No assistance required. -Spare”. He doesn’t know why he bothers, he hasn’t received any contact from his mother or grandfather since he was 10ish and certainly hasnt thought about his twin. But, if there’s a chance (even an itty bitty one) that his reports are being read and are holding off his reassignment, he’d rather keep assassins out of Amity Park.

Little does he know that this letter is about to be intercepted by Pru, former assassin and friend of Tim Drake. He hadn’t expected his twin to suddenly arrive and tell him that his job was done. And certainly, seeing a plane filled with an uncomfortable looking ‘family’ that requested he join them and get to know Gotham and his birth father, was not on his bingo list.

Danny does his best to let them down gently- and they seem to be accepting that he’s acclimated to this weird little town and will leave him be- when Danny suddenly has to transform into Phantom in front of them to handle a rocket sent by Skulker.

They are less willing to accept his appeal to be left alone after that… Damian is trying to “bond” with him and all the others are trying to “help” in their own way.

Sam and Tucker howl with laughter at Danny’s suddenly very large family- all while secretly working with the Wayne’s to get Danny the fuck away from the Fentons before the scientists do something they can’t undo.

[tossawary]

Thinking about why and how Shang Qinghua left Cang Qiong Sect as a traitor after Shen Qingqiu faked his death (by actually dying) and also why Yue Qingyuan took Shang Qinghua back afterwards... it would be kind of fun to do an AU where Yue Qingyuan actually sent Shang Qinghua to go spy on Luo Binghe.

Like, let's say that Yue Qingyuan figures out that Shang Qinghua had SOMETHING to do with Shen Qingqiu's actions after the Water Prison. By general behavior, maybe, and also because Shang Qinghua did send a coded letter to Shen Qingqiu just before his escape from the Water Prison. Yue Qingyuan doesn't have to have even seen the letter or its contents to know that something is up here if he finds out about that.

Yue Qingyuan also canonically missed Sha Hualing's invasion because he was away organizing the Immortal Alliance Conference, so it's not unreasonable for Yue Qingyuan to belatedly figure out that Shang Qinghua (who almost certainly helped organize the event) possibly had something to do with the invasion of the conference too. Maybe this is the point where a whole bunch of little details over decades of acquaintance click together to form the greater picture.

So, a grieving Yue Qingyuan has caught a traitor, which is terrible for the sect, but a traitor can still be very useful. He doesn't really want Shang Qinghua managing the sect and spying on them now, and Luo Binghe has stolen Shen Qingqiu's body and kidnapped Mu Qingfang (briefly) and is now regularly having fights with Liu Qingge about it, so maybe it'll be preferable to an execution if Cang Qiong has an inside man of sorts? Especially when Luo Binghe is possibly very obviously trying to resurrect Shen Qingqiu (it's something that Mu Qingfang could easily guess from his time there and report back to his sect leader), which Yue Qingyuan probably doesn't actually want to PREVENT even if he would also like Shen Qingqiu's bones back so that the man he loves can rest in peace. Shang Qinghua can be a double agent! Thrown out under the guise of being discovered!

Shang Qinghua: "Sure, sure, sure. But what if I just ran away, huh? What if I just didn't do that for you?"

Yue Qingyuan: "What if I told the new Huan Hua Palace Master, Luo Binghe, that you sent Shen Qingqiu a coded message directly before he escaped the Water Prison and died?"

Shang Qinghua: "...Fuck. What happened to your bleeding heart, Shixiong?"

Yue Qingyuan: "It's not bleeding for you. If any of Luo Binghe's resurrection rituals work, let me know, hm? And try to save Liu-Shidi's life whenever possible."

[even-a-hero-needs-some-hope]

Here’s the completed sketch for the Double Agent Mega AU I’ve been working on. This scene takes place about two and a half years into Curt’s depressive spiral, when Owen convinces (manipulates) Curt into joining Chimera and betraying the agency. I might colour this later and work on the lighting.

(cross-posted on discord)

[kagoutiss]

so ive been thinking about an AU loosely based on the whole ‘sheik was a double agent also working for ganondorf’ thing in the oot manga and. basically here is a bunch of stuff so tonally different that it gives u whiplash

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Double-Mutated Mikey

Chapter 18: Right Takes Bishop

Continued from the short story written by @boots-with-the-fur-club

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Mikey is dragged from his cage, whinging and crying as he tries to force even a few screams and pleas from his throat.

"Nnnghhh! Nnnnahh! Ahh!"

"Shut up," the guard snaps at him.

Mikey is forcibly taken to the 'Interaction Room'. He doesn't like it in there, it's an evil room with evil creatures and evil machines. They always want to kill him. He's not sure what's waiting for him today.

Instinct starts to take over while Mikey is being dragged away, and he shrieks louder, growling and howling. The guard who is holding him is more than prepared for this, and pulls out his taser. He presses it against his neck.

BBBBBZZZZZZTTTT!!!

"AAAAAAGHHH!!!"

Instinct flails as the charges burn against his throat. Mikey cries like the weakling he is, but Instinct stays strong, biting against the guard's arms and digging his freshly-mutated talons into the evil human's flesh. The taser is shoved against his head, next. The voltage is turned up high.

BBBZZZZZZZZZTTTTT!!!

“Gah—!”

Mikey gasps in pain before he temporarily blacks out, his head falling limp against the guard's arms. He manages to stay semi-conscious as he's carried through the corridor. His head rolls as the guard moves down the hall and stops outside the Interaction Room.

"What is... What is THIS?!" a familiar voice shouts angrily.

"The freak bit me! I had to do SOMETHING!"

"We can't work with him in this state! How hard did you -- ugh, you IMBECILE!!"

Mikey moans at the shouting, his eyes flutter, his head buzzes and aches...

"Timothy, let me look at him..."

"What's the point, Honeycutt?! He's limp! Useless!"

Mikey vaguely feels someone touching his sore head, pushing it around and inspecting him. It's the first semblance to care and gentleness he's known in this place...

"Where did you... are those scorch marks on his HEAD?!" Professor Honeycutt yells.

"Look, I tried the neck, it barely did anything!" the guard shouts back. "What else was I supposed to do? I was struggling, it was too strong, I would have lost my grip on it and then you'd have to deal with--"

"You can't just tase someone's head, especially not HIS head!!" Dr. Timothy screams. "There could be permanent brain damage, reductions in cognitive function... let's hope you didn't destroy our one successful mutation..."

"I demand more protection! I'll quit unless I can get proper--"

"My good man, what makes you think you can 'quit'?" says a third voice.

Dr. Chaplin.

"You can either accept this job for what it is, or perhaps we can find a cage that will fit a person of your size..."

Mikey feels himself slipping through the guard's grip. He's scared of the threat. He should be.

"Just... take him into the room for now," Timothy groans. "When he's fully conscious we will begin the exercises."

Mikey feels motion, his body being maneuvered into the Interaction Room and then dropped gracelessly onto the floor.

He's not sure how long he stays on the floor for, but once the headache starts to stop, he forces himself up.

He groggily looks around. There's no animals... but there is something hanging from the ceiling. Black mechanical arms with turrets and sharp stabby things.

That's new... is it? He... he can't remember... his head is so dizzy... so much fog... so many aches...

The machine whirrs. The arms move. Mikey backs away slowly.

The arms grow, clicking and clacking as they move in disjointed directions. As they move, the center of the mechanical chandelier opens up and a turret gun drops down, locking in on Mikey.

That's... that's probably not good...

MOVE! Instinct yells. Mikey tries. He's too slow, too dizzy.

He trips over his legs and tumbles. The gun clicks and fires. Something hits Mikey in the arm. It stings, it hurts! Mikey yelps in pain. He's so tired of pain...

The gun clicks again.

LET ME TAKE CONTROL, Instinct demands. YOU'LL JUST GET US HURT. OR KILLED. USELESS, WEAK, PATHETIC.

WRETCHED LITTLE PEST, LET ME DO THIS.

Mikey relents and lets Instinct take over.

Instinct shoves Mikey deep down where he can sleep, while Instinct takes control and keeps them alive.

But ooh, Mikey wasn't exaggerating the injury.

It doesn't amount to anything. Instinct is strong. He can take it.

Instinct watches as the machine tracks his movements. The arms extend and reach for him.

Instinct jumps over them, dodging them carefully. The turret fires again. Mikey's injuries are hindering him, and he cannot dodge it in time. The pellet hits him in the chest. It leaves a welt and a bruise. The pain is sharp, but nothing he can't handle.

He leaps on top of one of the black metal arms and rips it out of the socket. Sparks and oil fly around the room. Instinct rams the arm into the other mechanical limbs, beating them senseless. One of the arms reaches behind him and grips him by the shell.

Instinct lets out a loud growl and swings his arms and tail around. The tail spikes slash against the arm, and the sparks burn and singe against his skin. He yowls, but grips the arm and pulls it hard. He manages to tear it away, the two of them falling to the floor.

Long panels along the walls of the door slide open. Things that resemble humans but have the smell of evil machinery march in. They all have glowing green eyes and blank expressions. They stare at Instinct.

Instinct growls, and prepares to charge...

His head swims, the room spins. He's exerted himself too much... he hasn't recovered...

The robots rush him.

Instinct has no time for recovery. He has to fight... or die.

Instinct ducks the first punch and grabs the metal man by the wrist, twisting it so that it snaps off. Oil gushes from the severed limb like blood. The robot doesn't even seem fazed. It swings the other arm around, and Instinct manages to duck low, the robot punching one of the other two in the face and sending it stumbling back, the head spinning.

Instinct gets an idea.

While simultaneously dodging the pellets, he positions himself just out of range of the mechanical arms, goading one of the metal men. It charges him, and Instinct dodges, jumping out of the way at the last second. The metal man is grabbed around the neck by the arm from the ceiling, and as it struggles, Instinct yanks down as hard as he can. The neck cracks loudly, the head dislocates, the body falls to the floor convulsing and spewing sparks and grease.

One down...

Instinct does the same with the second, leading it to one of the arms and letting it grab the robot by the shoulders and holding it high. Instinct grabs it by the leg and swings it up to the second arm, which takes hold of it. The two arms yank and rip the machine in half.

Two down...

The last robot gets wise and stays away from the center of the room. Instinct considers this. He jumps from one metal creature to the next and climbs atop the turret. He aims it at the robot's eyes...

The turret fires, again and again and again. After the fifth shot, the first glass eye breaks. He re-aims for the second eye. After five shots, it smashes as well. It cannot see, now.

Instinct wrenches the turret gun from the chandelier with some effort. He swings it over his shoulders, stands on his hind legs, and runs up to the final metal man.

"RRRRRAAAAAGHHH!!!"

Instinct rams the gun into the last robot, shattering the torso into pieces. It falls with a clatter onto the floor.

Three down. Game over.

Instinct heaves, gasping for air. He lets the gun fall to the floor as the room starts to spin. Instinct sways, the adrenaline leaving him. He's done. Mikey can take over now.

The moment Instinct lets go, the body crumbles to the floor. Mikey blinks lazily. It's always disorienting when this happens, but whatever Instinct did this time has left him utterly spent...

Mikey has no energy to stand. He tries to push himself off the floor, but his arms are shaking too much. He can't...

The door behind him opens, and guards walk in with a few scientists.

"Well done, well done. Better than I expected, considering the injuries..."

One of the guards pokes Mikey with his foot, making sure he won't bite him like the last one. Mikey feels hands tucking under his armpits and lifting him up from the ground.

"Honeycutt, you'll have to make more of those training mechas for tomorrow. For now, take 'Mikey' back to the examination room for Timothy and Abigail to inspect his cranium."

Mikey falls asleep as the guards carry him away...

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John Bishop is so sick of sitting in his car and sipping coffee on a stakeout.

This is the tenth cup he's had today.

He officially hates coffee.

Why is he even here? This isn't what he signed up for.

Sure, he knew that joining a secret government-sanctioned organisation that thrived on working in the shadows meant that there would be days like this, but that's not even what he's upset over.

And he knew that transferring to a shady lab with a corporate facade would have its drawbacks too, but he expected that and he's not upset over that choice either.

At least, he's not entirely.

Bishop joined the EPF for one reason only.

Earth PROTECTION Force.

He just wants to help bring about the peace that they had three years prior. Before crazy became the norm, before green bugs turned you into giant animals with semi-homicidal tendencies, before baseball stadiums were torn asunder by 'magic' suits of armour, before the sky ripped open and aliens descended.

Bishop wants his home safe.

And what he's been involved in? It doesn't seem like they share that interest. They aren't focused on the same goal...

He's not sure WHAT their goal is.

Mutating animals into monsters? That seems like the opposite of safe, of protection. But the TCRI work for the EPF, and their experiments have been signed off by higher-ups, so there must be some correlation.

The EPF sections say that they're trying to understand the aliens... the 'krang'. The TCRI sections say that they're reverse-engineering the infection so that they can eradicate it forever.

But John Bishop isn't so sure...

There's movement in the alley across from him. He sets his coffee down and watches as a sewer grate is removed, and a head pops out--

No freaking way.

Bishop grabs his walkie talkie.

"This is Agent Bishop, in sector 5574. I've sighted the escaped experiment..."

Bishop watches as 'Mikey' crawls out of the sewer, looks around cautiously, then jumps a fence and runs.

"Subject is on the move. I am in pursuit..."

Bishop starts his car and drives, having a drone lock on to 'Mikey' and tail him. Bishop follows from the car, the GPS rerouting him to go where the escaped experiment does.

Eventually, Mikey stops, the drone notifies Bishop, and he pulls the car around to his location... the pier?

Why here?

Bishop climbs out of his car and sees a crowd of people running from the pier, shouting something about two madmen attacking the sports section, while others are cheering over some 'ninja turtles' and 'New York's Heroes'.

Bishop slinks past the crowds and makes his way towards the commotion. He watches as a group of teens fight against two mutated men...

It can't be... more mutants like the escaped experiment?? Like Mikey??

Is that where he came from... was he mutated by those weird glowing bugs from a few years ago?

The battle ends fairly quickly. Bishop feels a warm sensation in his chest. These kids protected the crowds, and defeated the mutants without harming them too much...

Huh. They're practically doing his job, and not half-bad, neither. Bishop wonders...

One of the ninja turtles (he sees why they're called that now) stops and peers at a group of shadows by a wall. He suddenly yells loudly.

"MIKEY?!"

He figured he knew Mikey, if he was mutated like him once... in fact, it seems like this whole group might be a... family...

That realization hits him hard. Mikey had -- HAS a family. A family he was torn from. Because of the EPF...

Mikey sheepishly reveals himself to the others. Bishop gets closer. He can hear something, a gravelly, scraping sound, a croaking noise, almost like...

"...Mikey no like alone. Mikey want brothers."

Oh. My. God.

He... he talks... he's talking!

When did he...?! How did he...?! Bishop wasn't sure Mikey could speak at all, he never did in the labs -- Well, of course he wouldn't, but...

He watches with curiosity. He understands why they haven't found him before now. He was being hidden. He didn't break out, he was extracted. These mutants stole him back from the labs...

"Mikey... I just want you to be safe. I can't lose you again."

Okay. That one hurt him.

Bishop swallows the lump in his throat. He tails the teens as they make a swift exit from the scene. He goes back the way he came and follows the tracker...

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Bishop wonders how much longer he can stand this job.

This week has been rough... the way they treat the experiments doesn't sit well with him. Especially that new one... it almost looks like a kid. At least, it used to, from what he's seen and heard. He didn't arrive until after they mutated him.

These mutations...

What on God's earth could have made these TCRI eggheads think that it was a good idea to create these kinds of unholy deformations? It's psychotic and horrific. He's not sure where they got the legal wherewithal to be allowed to go ahead with these...

As Bishop walks down the halls, he passes by another guard. He's holding his arm tightly, a cold sweat broken across his forehead.

"...Oh god, oh god..."

The guard sees Bishop walking up to him and stops him quickly.

"H-hey man, does th-this look infected to you?"

Bishop stares down at the gashes, claw marks, and deep bite in the man's flesh. It is red and swollen and irritated.

"Eeugh... um, no, it doesn't. Which one gave you that?"

"Who do you think? That stupid turtle mute! Ugh, I hope I don't need to amputate..."

"You definitely need to disinfect it, but otherwise..." Bishop shrugs. "I don't know what to tell you man, I'm no doctor."

Bishop stares at the wounds. They could have been deeper. That kid has a lot more power packed into him. He could have killed this guy if he wanted to.

"I should have zapped that kid into a vegetable," the guard mutters as he limps away from Bishop. "Stupid mutie... hope he never gets back up again..."

Bishop makes a disgusted expression at the guard as he walks away. Why is it that everyone in this lysol-scented complex is either a bully or a mad scientist?

Bishop wonders how much longer he can stand this job.

He floats through the halls, his thoughts elsewhere. The animals that screech and cry in these cages all night long... the rooms full of weapons that they call 'training dummies'... the operating rooms drenched in alien slime and mutant blood... the boy in a cage who cries himself to sleep every. Single. Night.

'Mikey'. That's what they call him. Odd that they gave him a name... the rest are given numbers.

The animal cruelty in this place is exorbitant. They treat the creatures here as though they were a frivolity, throwing them away almost as quickly as they bring them in. Each rat, rabbit, hound, beaver, badger, weasel, fox, duck, and bear (among others) they capture is mutated with no logic or plan behind what they merge into the DNA.

It's not a question of 'why' here, it's a question of 'why not?'

They have made that abundantly clear.

Speaking of which, Bishop has been patrolling these halls for quite some time. He comes up to the Interaction Room and the viewing room just outside of it. Bishop steps inside the viewing room, watching the many screens that are taping Mikey's latest 'interaction'.

"Are those Honeycutt's new toys?" he asks.

"Yes they are," Dr. Chaplin says with a smile. "and Mikey here has been having some fun with them... It's a good thing the Professor finally came through for us, he seemed rather uncooperative with this new experiment's mutations. But in the end, he decided to be a team player. Good thing, too. I was afraid we'd have to terminate him."

Prof. Honeycutt swallows nervously from the back of the room. Dr. Chaplin smiles.

"So to speak."

Bishop watches with distaste as the mutated kid destroys the robots one by one. So many resources being wasted... and wasn't that kid fried not 30 minutes ago by that guard? What is he doing fighting machines??

Mikey somehow manages to dispatch the final bot, while also obliterating the turret gun. Bishop's mind automatically calculates just how much that's gonna cost...

Until his thoughts switch from finances to something much more serious when he sees Mikey's knees buckle beneath him, and he faceplants onto the floor.

"Is he okay?!" he asks, quickly going to the keypad by the Interaction Room door and pressing his badge against it.

The door slides open, and Bishop with the rest of the audience enter the room. Mikey is laying in the floor, trying to pick himself up. He's shaking, panting, struggling.

"Well done, well done. Better than I expected, considering the injuries... I'll have to inform Honeycutt to make more of those training mechas for tomorrow. For now, take 'Mikey' back to the examination room for Timothy and Abigail to inspect his cranium."

"I'll meet you down there in just a moment," Timothy says. "I just need to get the name of the guard who handled the mutant prior..."

"Got it," Bishop says, already having picked the boy up in his arms.

"I'll go with you," one of the other guards says, as the two exit into the hall.

Bishop looks down at the child. Was he human before? He looks... surprisingly human, so it isn't that big of a stretch. The eggheads haven't revealed much info about him or his origins. Mikey murmurs weakly, his head rolling from side to side as Bishop walks. He pats the kid's shoulders, hoping that helps. He doesn't know if he can feel it. He maneuvers him so his head can rest more comfortably, rather than dangle over Bishop's arm. Mikey inhales deeply, and half-consciously nuzzles his face into Bishop.

Bishop wonders how much longer he can stand this job.

"Almost looks kinda cute when it's asleep, huh?" the other guard asks, pressing a button on the elevator door.

"He," Bishop quietly corrects.

The doors slide shut.

"So, how long you been here?" the guard questions, trying to make conversation.

"Not long," Bishop sighs. "I joined the EPF just last year, right after it was established. But I was only assigned to this sector after the invasion. A few days ago, I get a call that they need my help with some lab junkies and alien-infected. So I came. I had no idea that THIS --" he lifts Mikey up just a bit "-- was what they meant."

"Bureaucrats, amiright?" the guard jokes. "Gave me the same balony. Save the world, keep the Earth safe from enemy forces, and what are we doing? Babysitting nerds and getting bitten by butt-ugly beasties..."

"But we ARE making a difference," Bishop argues. "We ARE saving the world. Helping folks where we can, disinfecting the alien diseased, and --"

"Is that why you're here? You think you're being a hero??" the guard laughs.

"...That's why I joined."

"Well, look around bucko, who are you saving?"

The guard looks down at the mutant in Bishop's arms.

"Him? Sure, more like we need to be SAVED FROM him."

"He's only a kid..."

"He's a mutie," the guard grumbles. "And the sooner we cure the world of them, the better..."

"Then why make more?" Bishop argues. "What's the point of making mutants if we just want to eradicate them?"

"From what I've seen and heard, this thing eradicates them just fine on its own..."

The doors open with a ding, and the two walk out in silence.

They deliver Mikey to the Operation Room, where Abigail Finn is looking over DNA sequences on a computer screen.

"Delivery!" the other guard says, gesturing to Bishop.

"What happened to him this time?" she asks plainly.

This time?? What does she mean, 'this time'??

"I dunno, some trigger-happy idiot with a taser," the guard gripes. "The thing made it through the robots okay. Chaplin wants a once-over on the brain, though. And Dr. Timothy will be here shortly."

"Just drop him off there, and I'll get to work," she responds boredly, pointing to a table behind her.

Bishop sets Mikey down on the operating table. Mikey moans and subconsciously reaches for him. Bishop freezes, watching him. Mikey's hand slips, his grip loosening, and it falls from Bishop's sleeve.

He's just a kid. He's just a scared little kid. He isn't a monster, is he? He might look the part, but...

"That is all, gentlemen, you may go now," Abigail Finn says, ushering the two guards away.

Bishop wonders how much longer he can stand this job...

.

.

.

The tracker leads him to a junkyard.

Why here?

He stays in the car and takes a sip of his awful beverage as he accesses the camera feed from the drone following Mikey's every move.

He spits out his disgusting coffee when he sees the army of pink zombies chasing them into a hovel.

"HOLY -- I gotta call someone --!"

Bishop freezes when the feed of Mikey's stand against them comes on the screen. He watches with curiosity, hoping all goes well. Miraculously, it does. Mikey is the victorious alpha, and the others emerge slowly (apart from one extra person that Bishop currently could care less about) and examine the scene. One in blue takes out his weapons and creates a portal that he sends Mikey and the two humans through. A moment later, the humans return with a box of familiar-looking blue liquid.

Bishop had been sent the formula for a strange new herbicide from an anonymous source... he still hasn't been able to trace that email. Now he figures, maybe he doesn't need to...

The purple ninja creates a large glowing weapon that fills up with the liquid. In one fell swoop, he douses about 90% with the formula. The remaining 10% of the zombies on the outskirts run away, but don't last very long before the ninja sprays in an arc, soaking the last of them with the herbicide. The creatures hiss and howl before the pink infection is burned off of them. All that's left is a crowd of confused citizens as the vigilantes make a hasty getaway through the portal, which closes behind them.

Bishop lost Mikey.

His phone rings. He takes a moment to collect himself before answering.

"Hello?"

"I understand you find our prime subject?"

Chaplin.

"Yes, sir. He's in the sewers, just as you suspected."

"Excellent. But you say 'is', not 'was'. Am I to assume you let him get away?"

"...Yes, sir. I couldn't get close enough."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. How disappointing. But no matter. We'll have Ms. Campbell send in some mini drones to inspect the sewer systems for wherever he's hiding. Anything else?"

Bishop pauses, contemplating what the existence of three more 'Mikeys' in the sewers could mean for these scientists... he considers what they may do to them...

"...No."

"Alright then. Keep me updated."

The line cuts. Bishop grips his phone tightly and sighs.

Is this really what he should be doing?

Is he protecting the people who need him?

Who's protecting Mikey and his family from these deranged eggheads??

Bishop takes his phone out again and dials a number. It rings once, twice...

"...This is Professor Zayton Honeycutt speaking."

"Hey, doc, this is Agent John Bishop."

"Oh, yes. How may I help you?"

Bishop takes a deep breath. What is he doing? This is going to get him fired, or worse...

"I understand that you had some reservations about the mutations going on... and that you seemed rather sympathetic to the experiment known as 'Mikey'?"

"...Well, er, who wants to know?"

"I've just found out where he is now..." Bishop says, his voice low.

Why is he doing this?

Because he's a part of the EARTH Protection Force, that's why. And everyone deserves to have peace. It's about time he started doing his job.

"...And I was wondering if you could help me out with something..."

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[techni-cal-writing]

Orion Pax just finishing up downloading decpeticon files onto a datapad he hardlocked out of any sort of wireless access and runs smack into Soundwave

and Soundwave watches A L L and has been sus of Orion from the beginning

but Orion has a hidden ace up his sleeve that even he doesn't know he has!

the Vehicons.

bc he was Nice To Them and now they're Ride Or Die for him.

[heres-to-all-that-is-mine]

You got it boss! o7

Now I’m still contemplating whether I wanna make a story out of it so I’ll try to keep storybeat spoilers to a minimum, but! Here’s a summary of the concept behind it.

John Juniper, world famous actor, possibly the most skilled actor in the world (if you ask him), likes getting attention. He’ll never admit it, of course, but it’s so blatantly true it might as well have been written on his forehead. So, of course, when Zor - someone with great power, the head of Zoraxis, global mega-corporation (not that he knows that, at first. They introduce themself only as “a big fan,” and one with deep pockets to boot judging from their donations. He doesn’t really need money, of course, but…) - begins to pay special attention to him, he’s delighted!

And then they come to him with a job offer. A task worthy of his skills, they say, fit only for the greatest actor in the world, a role for the ages! Usually, he’s not one for sweet-talking (a lie, but he won’t admit that), but then, once he affirms his interest (what? He’s curious!), something much, much bigger begins to unravel before his eyes… something alluring.

You see, they tell him, Zoraxis isn’t just a powerful corporation. It’s also a very powerful criminal organisation. (But they don’t start with that, of course. They start with a story, one so fantastical he wonders if maybe they’re really just one of his nuttier fans, or simply a liar, or this is a very strange movie pitch. But they have proof.)

They need him, they tell him, the Greatest Actor in the World, for a momentous task. (And boy, doesn’t that go to his head?)

They need him to infiltrate the Agency, and bring it down from within.

John, drunk on the thought of the infamy it’d get him, the challenge, the glory, the power, accepts.

John Juniper goes mysteriously missing later that year, to the devastation of the world (and one support agent in particular). Some time later, James Marigold is brought on at the Agency as a new recruit.

[askthedoubleagent]

Accidentally yeeted the ask, my bad g… fixed it though… Kinda of… it works that’s all that matters :D ~ Eldritch Mod

Mako Bonito Belongs to @mouwuma

[princess-of-the-corner]

Double Agent AU (Read the fic & binged the tag before asks)

Very much like the idea of the Peacock having another color scheme after the fix. Possibly not turning people blue(?) if they don’t want to be. Like no other miraculous does that and I THOUGHT it was a visual hint about it being broken. Nope Nathalie, Fu, and Felix all get blue skin in cannon…

Lol yeah that was written between Season 3 and 4.

Nowadays I'm just wondering what it is about the Peacock that says they gotta look like a Violet Beauregarde cosplay

[hoofpeet]

What if. Ditto like gum. Get stuck in Zoroark GF hair.

What a curse to date a girl made out of purple slime 😔