#Sassy kinderspy and co

[fountainpenguin]

I came across your story "Flypaper" about the superhero convention (Fun read! Highly recommend!) and I was just wondering if you had any other interaction headcanons that didn't make the final draft?

Oh thank you... and oh, yes. I didn't include him because I knew no one would know who he is, but I love one special, incredibly charming boy... King Off-Putting himself... Bruno :)

He is so very... uncomfortable to be around.

I had one line referencing Bruno and Danny in "Flypaper" but hhh... Dead Boy Duo, my beloved... I want them to be friends so bad, I want them to be sassy partners in the field, I want this with all my soul. They're brothers in spirit... Their moms have the same voice actor... Please, they would be so funny together.

I know there are oodles of fictional spy agencies in media, but I've always been a Bruno the Kid fan at heart. Ever since I first watched Danny Phantom, I've loved the idea of Globe getting in touch with Danny post-"Phantom Planet" and inviting him into the agency... Sometimes Bruno's villains canonically die instead of going to jail and I think Bruno and Danny would be a silly pair. Two "dead" (they got better!) cartoon boys goofing off and takin' names.

Specifically, Chick E. Love would have a flippin' field day burning holes in the Ghost Zone, unleashing wave after wave of ghosts into the world, and I just really want Bruno to do his "If I ever use a spy gadget the way it's intended I will die" schtick while Danny keeps dumping all the Fenton ghost-hunting gear on him...

I want the sassy boys to drive everyone up the wall. Bruno tolerated being bullied for about 5 seconds and then ruined that kid's life slkdjf. Cheerfully told Cy what he wanted to put on his tombstone. He does not mess around. I want Bruno to straight-up kill a man again and Danny to lose his mind.

Bruno is the boy who ran gleefully towards an electric fence with intent to climb it. He literally targeted HIMSELF with a missile in an attempt to win a chess game. I want the crossover joy of Danny throwing himself at everything that might kill Bruno and Bruno just Does Not Sweat It... Stupid.

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Anyway yeah I have very normal feelings about "Dead Boy Walking" as an episode. Bruno's enemies pinning him down and injecting a terminal disease in his system... Bruno stumbling around until he hallucinates his best friend giving him self-care advice... Bruno quietly sitting down and staring into the void, separating himself from the ongoing conversation, instead of engaging in his usual banter... Boy crosses Australia on borrowed time, his legs give out beneath him at the worst moment, he's still wheezing about how he's going to do everything in his power to save others, just a little kid lying on the cold floor alone while Sydney gloats that he only has minutes left to live... His enemies making out over his unmoving body... I am so normal about this episode.

I just want Bruno and Danny to be friends :) I think they would vibe with each other even though they'd both want to bonk the other on the head. I so very badly want to see the first moment Danny realizes "Oh... Oh, this guy's, like... serious. He will kill people if I take my eyes off him." sldkfj Bruno's so intense and I love him. Danny is so tired and I love him. I want to see the first moment Bruno blearily wakes up to realize Danny just saved him from a ghost's revenge attack in the middle of the night. I love the Dead Boy Duo.

I only threw one line about these two hanging out in "Flypaper," but in my heart they spent the whole convention together because they're co-workers... they are buddies, your honor.

I do not think WordGirl would like Bruno at all because he comes off as a smarmy, know-it-all creep to those who aren't familiar with his sense of humor... Kid Math should not be left alone with him because he's very impressionable and Bruno is a terrible influence slkjdf.

Here's a little deleted scene I had:

I also had a loose draft for a scene of WordGirl and Super Why getting milkshakes with some other hero friends when Kid Math finds them again. WordGirl greets him like "Oh, how's your day going?" and Kid Math is just... very overwhelmed from his experience of interacting with two fast-paced sassy kids while he's still struggling to grasp the concept of superhero banter. Like. Bruno and Danny would destroy him. Blow his mind. There's no coming back from that.

So yeah, Bruno was definitely at the convention... I just didn't show him apart from that one-liner about him hanging out with Danny. "Flypaper" was really fun to write. I don't plan to do a crossover like this again any time soon, but the convention was a cool setting to explore and I'm glad you enjoyed! <3

One of my favorite stupid jokes in "Flypaper" is that Romeo was being a troublemaker in the daytime and WordGirl asked if he was "even allowed to do that" since he's supposed to be a "nighttime villain" in the PJ Masks lore... But tbh I watched a lot of Romeo clip compilations before this story and ?? apparently it's just a thing that Romeo regularly commits crime during the day and the PJ Masks literally hang back and wait until nightfall before they fight him?? That's SO funny to me.

(I also don't understand when the PJ Masks sleep and if anyone has the answer, please drop it in my inbox because I'd love to know but I also don't want to binge the series over this, ha ha)

I also wanted to make a joke about Alphapig being 5 years younger than the rest of the Super Readers because the amount I lost my mind when I saw that on the [unsourced] Super Why wiki was indescribable. POV: One of your friends is a princess, at least one is in college, and you're starting high school.

(I'm dying at the idea of three 10-year-olds running around Storybrook Village and there's a 5-year-old tagging along with them. The mental image of 7-year-old Whyatt taking a 3 or 4-year-old pig under his wing as his new friend... Such a good boy.)

After Tobey launched Romeo off his robot, I had WordGirl catch him, but I'd originally hoped to have Kick Buttowski catch him because I thought writing cool skateboard rescue mission would be fun. It seemed like it would just be shoving in an extra character who didn't need to be there, though, and it risked dragging down the scene with introductions and descriptions, but in my heart, Kick was at the convention too. Extreme.

I think another of my fave dumb jokes was just... WordGirl approaching the superhero panel she's supposed to speak on, she looks out into the crowd, but then she's like "Oh no the entire Paw Patrol are watching me, this is so much pressure."

Nothing to see here, just Baby Dog Squad taking notes... I still think about that randomly throughout the day and giggle. I love this 'fic.

[fountainpenguin]

Not to go off about ‘’Bruno the Kid’’ on main again but-

The Bruno/Leecy friendship is so gentle and it’s the only ship I care about

Leecy: “You owe me. I had to break into your room. AND SECRET GOVERNMENT FILES THAT COULD SEND ME TO JAIL!!!”

Bruno: But it was for a good cause~ <3 Look, I got you a diamond!

Leecy: *Throws it away*

Bruno: L E E C Y

This boy literally fished gold earrings out of a claw machine “for his mom,” then casually turned to Leecy and said “Eh, she likes silver. You take them, partner” I asdfghj can’t

No one will ever be as smooth and sweet as Bruno flirting with Leecy and at the end of the series he himself had to zap her with the erasing remote AND SHE DEFLECTED IT and he had to do it AGAIN while she begged him not to oh gosh I live for this drama they’re the best

Anyway “Bruno” is shaping up to be the show I re-watch during the second half of this semester so you might see more posts about it because he’s my one true love

[fountainpenguin]

They’ll never know that the real joke was that Bruno didn’t use his remote for melting gold, he just used it to utterly betray his best friend within the last few minutes of the series finale episode because he is a problematic cinnamon roll who actually had a second chance to regret his choices AND HE SAID NO.

Like here he is. The ultimate good guy who’s had major character development throughout the series, absolutely backstabbing his poor weeping friend.

That’s it that’s the joke.

It’s not a powerful remote because it melts gold. It’s about the gold it melted.

[fountainpenguin]

How would T.U.F.F. view Danny Phantom? Would they deem him as a vigilante or perhaps they could hire Danny to do freelance spy work for them?

Danny is (for all intents and purposes) dead and gone by that point in my headcanon, but my personal thought is that he got tangled up in working for a different cartoon spy agency after he went global, actually.

I’m sorry I just can’t let “sassy children at eternal war with sunscreen maniac” go

T.U.F.F. works with living criminals and Danny works with dead ones, so there isn’t a lot of overlap there and I don’t think they’d hire him. They’d just work around him if he did his ghost-fighting business in their time period.

That’s why he’s good for Bruno because that child kills people and he needs someone on the other side to watch his back

[fountainpenguin]

Ah yes, the three most powerful remotes in the cartoon multiverse: The one that freezes time, the one that manipulates space, and the one that melts gold.

[fountainpenguin]

Someone asked me to explain Diderot’s Court AU, so here’s a map. Universe sizes not at all to scale.

Denis Diderot was the guy who coined the term Fourth Wall, so of course this AU is based around the concept, “What if cartoon characters knew they were in a cartoon?” Or more specifically, “What if only the characters who’ve broken the Fourth Wall knew they were in a cartoon?”

Which shortly thereafter became, “What if every media universe existed on the same plane of existence, but was divided by various segments of the Fourth Wall that you could walk on top of - or through the hallways inside - and there was a sort of temple to Denis Diderot that functioned as neutral ground?”

This all started while I was writing “Total Drama” fanfics… specifically, when I decided to make Skatoony canon with my actual TD works (most notably “You’re Not Okay”, “Borderline”, and “Mike Can’t Keep His Mouth Shut”, though “Precious”, “Chris Missed”, and “Blue Tiara” reference it to a lesser extent).

And if you know anything about Skatoony, this was an absolutely ridiculous and hilarious choice to make, because Skatoony is a game show where animated characters compete against actual Canadian children (though it’s of course scripted so animated characters only make it past the second round in extremely rare cases). It’s character development gold. Just. Look up “Skatoony Invasion”. That’s Noah’s episode and he is flawless. “Hoo Loves You” is Eva’s and it’s just as glorious.

Obviously I made it a thing that they were competing on neutral ground within the bounds of the Fourth Wall. So in my TD-verse, Showtown (the town where the Skatoony filming studio is canonically located) is an urban legend with a really sketchy history. What’s known is that you supposedly can’t find it at all unless you’ve been sent an invitation… along with a bottle of rectanathre- more commonly known by its street name of cartoon physics pills.

The joke here is that you can’t exist outside your own universe without consuming cartoon physics pills, but if you take them while in your universe, you’re literally invincible. Break a limb? It’ll repair itself in a few seconds. Fall in a volcano? You’ll get better. Very squash and stretch. In “Borderline”, Noah and Beth try to calm down Harold, who is still high on his pills and milking it, after he stumbles back to the film set (a reference to the fact that Harold wasn’t actually invited to Showtown during his Skatoony episode, “Skeleton Crew in Da House”, and snuck off on his own).

… Anyhow, so that’s some background behind “The Fourth Rebel” what with Lincoln being super out of it until he takes his CP pills. There are universes all across the multiverse- many, many more than what I included on the map up there. Every universe with at least one character who has broken the Fourth Wall has a representative on Diderot’s Court- generally the character who breaks the Fourth Wall most, which is why Amanda is the representative for “Bunsen Is a Beast” instead of either Mikey or Bunsen. If breaking the Fourth Wall is indirect and uncommon, you get the lead (Jimmy Neutron) by default.

If you’ve read “Fourth Rebel”, then you know it’s a one-shot about Amanda Killman getting ticked off that Lincoln Loud canonically possesses a remote control that allows him to freeze time. It’s obviously intended so he can “pause” an episode and speak with the audience for a minute, and it’s not something he “technically” has, but when my mind saw him using it, a headcanon was born and there was no going back.

Basically, the Remote of Time is a super powerful artifact that pushes the Fourth Wall to its limits every time it’s used. All the other Nick universes can feel ripple effects, so the Court members know when Lincoln uses it. Since the “Loud House” and “Bunsen Is a Beast” universes are right next to each other, Amanda’s really concerned that the section of the Fourth Wall separating her world from Lincoln’s will shatter, plunging both of them into a vortex.

Her fear is somewhat justified. The smaller the fandom, the less stable the universe, and unstable worlds are prone to crumbling if their neighbors break the Fourth Wall too much; Mac from “Foster’s Home For Imaginary Friends” accidentally wiped the “Squirrel Boy” universe off the map in this way. Bruno the Kid lost all but the last shreds of his universe (down in BKN) in a similar manner, and has since devoted himself to repairing breaches in the Fourth Wall and escorting lost souls back to their own universes. Works out, since he was a spy for a global organization in his home ‘verse anyway… He’s the one who started the Court, so now he gets to be a multi-Global agent. He gets by okay and is very proud to retain his (self-appointed) title of Sassiest Creature in the Multiverse.

So if you finished “Fourth Rebel”, you know that Lincoln got pretty upset with Amanda’s accusations that he doesn’t care about his own family or anyone but himself, to the point that he renounced his place in the Court and decided he was going to start a rebellion whose goal is to put doors in all the Fourth Walls, allowing free access between worlds for everyone. This did not go over well with the others. They tossed Lincoln in triangle jail for a time-out because… he can’t break the Fourth Wall and escape if there are only three walls. I’m hilarious.

I have a bunch of other one-shots for this AU too, like Bruno dragging Amanda and Lincoln to the top of their section of the Wall so they can look down on their universes and get some perspective, and some crossover couples like Becky Botsford and Whyatt Beanstalk because I’m absolute trash for my grammar superhero friends hanging out at some Fourth Wall cafes…

Yes, it was a massive political issue for the Court when Jimmy and Timmy broke their Wall in “Power Hour”, thanks for asking.

[fountainpenguin]

What was going on with Timmy, Cosmo, Wanda, and all the other Dimmsdale residents during the whole Disasteroid fiasco!? Same goes with Bunsen, Mikey, and Muckledunk?

Lots of timeline discussion in this post. For reference, these shows are included in my official timeline:

FOP

Jimmy Neutron

Bunsen Is a Beast

Danny Phantom

ChalkZone

SpongeBob (By default; we’ll never see any overlap, but SpongeBob is in “Nicktoons Unite” so I’m counting his show on the list)

Bruno the Kid (In secret personal headcanon only since it’s obscure)

PENDING: My Gym Partner’s a Monkey + T.U.F.F. Puppy

The Disasteroid incident takes place during the ~40 “missing” years that Zach (@mrzachbrightside​) and I have set during FOP Season 7 in our gigantic episode timeline. This is the time period with no official episodes (since our Season 7 is roughly divided into “Things that happened before Foop got trapped in the alternate dimension” and “Things that happen close to ‘Spellementary School’”), with about 37 years in between for Mark and Vicky on-again / off-again flirting, Crocker and Gary schemes, and other fun stuff. The wishes mentioned in the “Timmy’s Secret Wish” montage(s) happen in this “missing” time frame. My ‘fic Identity Theft spans it too.

Linzie (@kapuchino357​ / @linziefey​) has a headcanon I’ve adopted about Fairy magic being unable to interfere with the Disasteroid, so godkids simply wished their hardest that Danny’s plan to turn the planet intangible would succeed. Upon hearing the news that the Disasteroid was coming, they waited anxiously along with everyone else to see what would happen.

I’m still torn as to whether I want “Phantom Planet” to fall at the beginning or the end of that “missing” period. If it’s at the end, that means Danny had 40 years to master his powers while Vlad mostly sat around and did nothing. That’s not gonna fly. But I’m not sure how I feel about it falling early, either, simply because I’m not sure I want him to have been famous for 40 years. I feel like by Season 10 of FOP, the world is still adjusting to Danny’s existence. So… I’m undecided. Right now, my concern is helping Zach finish our timeline by strictly focusing on FOP, BIaB, and Jimmy Neutron, since there were official crossovers between those series. We’ll have to decide together what we want to do with DP.

According to my timeline, Bunsen was still living underground, so he was oblivious to everything. I’m of the opinion that Fairy World isn’t bound to Earth the way the Ghost Zone is. It’s on another plane of existence and the Disasteroid physically couldn’t hit it, so Fairies were simply at risk for losing their food source planet and godkids. If that’s the case, I’m also leaning towards Beast World being on another plane of existence, tying it to Fairy World as the other side of its coin, in parallel to the Ghost World and Living Realm.

So basically, we have a living world / purgatory world link, and a heaven world / hell world link. The location of the T.U.F.F. Puppy universe is still up for debate right now. Potentially, My Gym Partner’s a Monkey follows the main era and acts as a bridge between “World where Beasts are coming above ground for the first time in years” and “World where humans are gone and animals rule.” I haven’t officially decided yet. Because deep in my heart, I really want Adam Lyon and Bunsen to be friends. 

On that note, I also need Danny and Bruno the Kid to be frenemies for reasons. Mostly because one of the villains that Bruno left to die in his show was a guy who was obsessed with sunscreen, and it may or may not be my official secret headcanon that Chicky Love becomes a ghost who uses his sunscreen-related powers to burn portals into existence between the Living Realm and the Ghost Zone. Forever. Basically, after Danny becomes famous, I secretly headcanon that Globe adopted him into their ranks as a secret agent, and forced him to partner up with Bruno. I want Bruno to tear through the halls killing people who get in his way as usual, while Danny is forced to deal with all their vengeful souls. They would make an amazing, sassy pair. Maybe that’s what Danny spent those 40 years doing. I can work with that.

Maybe I could tie the T.U.F.F. world to ChalkZone somehow. High-tech world run by animals vs. old-fashioned world that runs on imagination? Hm. I think I need to actually watch T.U.F.F. before I do anything with it. I love the idea of animal-run world being the future, but I… don’t think I can justify rapid animal evolution in my current timeline.

Technically, the Hawthorn Haven cloudlands surround an unnamed planet that those residents use as their food source, akin to Fairy World settling around Earth. I could potentially use that as the T.U.F.F. Puppy planet, but I would have to justify the city of Petropolis being located in parallel California. Simply ruling the California location non-canon is an option that would open some intriguing possibilities for potential godkids…

ANYWAY, back to the original question, godkids were wishing hard and Bunsen was safe, as I said. As the Disasteroid closed in, Mikey and Amanda probably did one of those “Spontaneously embrace the person you hate and squeeze your eyes shut in fear until the danger passes” type of hugs, and completely missed seeing themselves turn intangible. One of the few times since their childhood friendship break-up that they actually agreed on something.

As far as my timeline goes, re-evaluating my current plans and making the T.U.F.F. universe the eventual future of Earth might be my best choice if I want to fit all four Hartman shows into my worldbuilding. I… have mixed feelings since it does knife something cruel cute I wanted to do, so I think I’ll try to watch as many T.U.F.F. episodes as I can find ASAP, and make my final decision after that.

[fountainpenguin]

Sunday sketchdump! Let’s see what we’ve got this week.

Oh yeah. I’ve been on a “Bruno the Kid” kick because my siblings and I have watched every episode except the series finale now, so I was joking with my brother that when Bruno grows up, he needs to become an agent for writers, because it would be a decent job that gives him flexible hours with the spy work, and he would love to make jokes about being a “double agent” for life.

He’s bothering zookeeper!Adam Lyon to fact-check something obscure about animals for him, because he’s pretty sure he’s right and that his client is wrong about some book detail, and he wants the evidence to prove it. Timmy’s there too ‘cuz it’s been a year since I’ve drawn him as an adult. He’s the short friend.

Then there’s Beverly, future mayor of Muckledunk, aaand I spent the last three days at a writers’ conference, so there are some Gavin and Ethel doodles. Their story is coming together and the first chapter of their book is shaping up excellently. Goal is to finish the rough draft this summer. Here’s to hoping!

[fountainpenguin]

My sense of humor is officially terrible

The Fourth Rebel

“Oh, sure! Blame me for dropping him on the floor. He burned my hand off, Timon. Were you expecting me to shower him in hugs and kisses?”

“Aw C-dog, buddy, get a - snrrk - grip there. You’ll regenerate so long as you don’t step outside D.D.’s temple.”

“He left his robes in Savino’s realm.”

“I know! He can wear-”

“No. Put yours back on, Jake.”

“Whoa, careful, Mac! You almost knocked Whyatt off the sugar jar.”

“Guys, he’s turning blue! Why is no one calling attention to this fact?”

“For Diderot’s sake, get him some water, Bruno.”

“Blue, fetch the boy some water. Go on, girl. Fetch!”

Pushing and pulling, screaming and stomping- in the back of his mind, Lincoln remembered to blink. He did it once because he needed to, and again to prove he could. As he lifted his cheek from frost-spattered marble, a girl with wide dark eyes and hair much the same dropped to a crouch in front of him. In the process, she swung a purple backpack off her shoulder.

“Hi, it’s me! I brought extra CP pills. How much do you weigh?”

“Hey, Dora,” he mumbled under his breath. “What... happened? I didn’t get an invitation. Uh, just one pill- I won’t need two for another few years yet. Do you have cherry flavor?”

She spilled two soft white squares into her hand. Clearly, decades of practice had taught her how to get around the child safety locks. “Just standard issue. Lo siento. I know they might taste a little gross, but they’ll still help you overcome the sickness of trying to exist outside your own dimension.”

“S’okay.” Sure, he was still a new kid on the block, but Lincoln knew better than to make any gesture towards her. Not here, not ever, and definitely not when he could taste his home universe in the smell of his sweat. On his first visit, when he’d been named a member of the Court himself, he’d once made the mistake of patting Blue’s uncovered head with his own uncovered hand. With CPs attempting to build a stable force in the air or not, it had shot off fireworks and blown both of them backwards. His arm had burned for a week after. Since then, he’d picked up on some of the rules. In the temple, which stood on perfect neutral ground and obeyed laws of its own, you did not touch anyone beyond the fabric of their robes.

Dora placed the cartoon physics pills on the floor between them, then screwed the lid on the canister and dropped it into her backpack again. “De nada, Señor Ruidoso. Are you feeling better already? Great! I’m very sorry this surprised you. I understand. I was called in from a foxhunt. I think you should look her in the eyes, don’t make any sudden movements, and give her what she wants. Just don’t let her steal from you. Stealing is wrong.”

“Give her what... Who summoned us?”

“That’s a great question! Do you know who summoned us?” Without waiting for an answer, Dora flipped up the hood of her cloak and scampered off. By the time Lincoln had swallowed his pills and sipped from Blue’s offered water dish, he found himself surrounded. The cluster of figures all dressed in sweeping white robes which bore the same periwinkle stripe and seafoam green triangle stitched across the foreheads. There were at least a dozen of them, all of varying heights (and, occasionally, species). The third time Lincoln noticed that he blinked, it was because his nerves had just stood on end. The puffy blonde hair spilling out from beneath her hood, not to mention the bright freckles across her cheeks, made it a simple matter to identify his tormentor of the afternoon. She stretched both palms towards the sky.

“I greet you under my given name of Amanda Killman, daughter of Elmer Hartman. And I name you Lincoln Loud, shon of Chrishtopher Shavino.”

Here they went again. Suppressing a well-deserved eyeroll, Lincoln made the hand sign back to her from where he knelt on the floor. “I accept my name of Lincoln Loud, and I greet you on neutral ground, Amanda Killman.”

"Now, show a little reshpect, Loud. You shtand in Diderot’sh shacred temple.”

Yep, and that explained the missing wall behind him. Outside, snow fell.

“Um. Yeah.” Other than those two noises, Lincoln did not speak until he’d picked his sore, shivering body off the ground and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Dora had suggested he hold eye contact, but that wasn’t an easy thing to do. Amanda did tend to be liberal with the ‘s’ words- and the resulting spittle that flew from her mouth. At least Lisa only came up to his waist. After he’d cleared his throat in his fist, Lincoln actually did turn his squint Amanda’s way. “So, what’s the big idea? It’s a school night. At least, it is in my universe. We didn’t decide to up and freeze our calendar for fifty years.”

“Whoa there, nelly!” Foop punched the air. “Two minutes in and it’s already heating up. Remind me to tip our harmonica-playing host for dinner and a show.”

Mac cringed. “Please don’t encourage him.”

Even Perry gave a roll of his eyes and chattered his teeth.

“Uh, he wash inshulting you too, Dr. Vladimir Einshtein. Ahem. Sho, Loud.” Amanda lowered her upper eyelids to half a squint. Her hands went together in front of her chest, swallowed in sleeves. “It hash rechently come to our attention that you have liberally abushed the powersh of your shecond shight. You shtand before Diderot’sh Court today accushed of property damage, attempted manshlaughter, and child endangsherment. How do you plead?”

“What? Hey. Amanda, I haven’t done any one of those things.” Well. Not... all of them, and not intentionally, or recently. “Do I at least get the right to know who’s accusing me?”

She folded and creased the note in her hand. It disappeared into her gaping sleeve. “It’sh me, hotcakesh. I shall ashk again: How do you plead?”

Lincoln looked from one end of the row of faces to the other. “I... I don’t know what you guys are talking about. I haven’t done anything out of the ordinary.”

“Sho, playing hard to get, I shee. I accshept this. Then I wish to see The Map to the Multivershe. BEVERLY!”

Nobody moved. After muttering a long comment under her breath, Amanda turned instead to a squat, squarish man lingering near the refreshment table, upon which sat a boy with only three scruffy tufts of blond hair sticking up from his scalp like caterpillars. “Lord Crump, fetch me Quadrant B5 of The Map, and make it shnappy.”

The boy chuckled as the short man trotted off, and twirled a harmonica between his fingers. “Hello dolly, talk to me. I promise, I’m totally fine with it now. I had windshield wipers installed on my glasses the day after I met you. Check it.” The harmonica disappeared beneath his robes. He placed a hand behind him and pushed himself from the table to the marble temple floor. Once there, he strolled between two rows of hunched cloaks and glinting eyeballs with his hands upturned. Unlike most members of the Court, his hood was down, and he wasn’t wearing the usual seafoam and periwinkle gloves. Lincoln only had vague memories of Bruno from his indoctrination ceremony, and as the guy came forward, he found himself squeezing his eyelids shut and pleading inwardly for the ceiling and heaps of snow upon it to come crashing down.

“Oh c’mon, what part of this involves you this time?” Becky growled. She and the tiny boy perched beside her ear, he dressed in a blue and green superhero outfit not unlike the red and yellow one Lincoln remembered were beneath her robes, set their hands to their waists in sync and stared him down.

“What I want, what you need...” Bruno sprang up as he passed her, swatting a loose curl of her dark hair in the process. She started and winced away, and even Lincoln cringed. But Bruno simply blew the rising smoke from his skin, and rubbed flecks of ash between his forefinger and thumb. “Everything comes up roses in the end. Aw, would you look at this!” He held up the singed scrap of her hair. “Don’t let anyone go spreading lies that boys don’t notice when a girl tries out a new haircut. But seriously folks, she’s a beauty, ain’t she? I for one am loving the new lip gloss.” With a hand to his mouth, he faux-whispered, “The blinding shine distracts me from the natural glare of her ego.”

Foop, Gumball, and Jake snickered in the background. Becky, master of words that she was, apparently decided that the best one to use in this situation, was none. She leaned against one of the temple pillars and crossed her arms. Whyatt clung desperately to her ear as her shoulders took on a sudden slant.

“You newbies always think you’re sooo adorable,” Bruno went on, twisting on one heel to face Amanda and Lincoln again. “Granted, you are. Especially you, Plinko- you’re really looking sharp tonight. Just keep your tangerine color scheme away from my marigold, and I’ll be chipper than chocolate.”

“Bruno,” snapped about seven voices at the same time.

“Okay, okay, you like points, and me getting to them. You all lead busy working lives and I respect that. No time for kids’ games.” He held his hands near his chest and made shushing motions. Then he cleared his throat. “Look, every couple years we fall into the same basic pattern. Someone screws up, everybody cries, I save the day, we leave the temple grounds so we can all hug and kiss and make up without frying ourselves on a hunka hunka burning love... Say, that reminds me.” Bruno snapped his fingers in Gumball’s direction. “That check you mailed me last time? Totally bounced in my ‘verse. I want gingerbread cookies, warm milk, cuddles by the fire-”

“BRUNO!”

That was Amanda alone, and spittle splashed his cheeks. He wiped the droplets away with his sleeve. “Yeesh! I expect double my usual cut if you want me to work under such unsanitary conditions. Listen, I wouldn’t bite the hand that feeds you, blondie. Remind me which of us is retired from show biz and runs full-time security in our slice of the multiverse. I work for tips and I even take IOUs. Hey Lincoln-log, if you can throw a quarter in my mouth without straightening what I assume is your backbone, if it turns out you actually have a backbone, I’ll do a funny little dance for ya.”

“Aw, don’t scare ‘em, Bruno.” Rudy didn’t even look up from the chalkboard in his lap, though he did jab a thumb in Lincoln’s general direction. “They’re just kids. Kids can take care of things. I mean, you seem to be doing pretty okay.”

“Hardy har har. Fancy yourself a comedian, I see. No one’s laughing. Hey.” Bruno mimicked Rudy’s thumb jab. “Can somebody fact-check whether the splitzo is actually supposed to be here? Because I’ve been wondering on about that for over a decade-”

Rudy’s head shot up. It was the first time Lincoln had actually seen his eyes. They were olive green, and sagging with bags. And sweat. Lots of nervous and/or angry sweat beaded near his temples. “This is coming from you?”

Bruno took his robes and curtsied. “From a boy with musical talent actually relevant and useful in his story’s plot? Yes it is.”

“Hey, I-”

“Technically speaking,” Jimmy interrupted, using a joystick in his hand to snatch Bruno’s hood in the claws of a tiny but evidently powerful invention and hoist him from the ground, “you have always been significantly under your quota.”

“Bother. It’s the kid with the forehead to rival my own. And his even has shading. There’s no place like home, Auntie Em. Or was it ‘Uncle’?” Bruno kicked his legs. “I did break the Fourth Wall a time or two. The proof’s in the pudding. Just because I didn’t flaunt my gift as much as some of you self-righteous flits doesn’t mean I can’t play the card when it benefits me. Again, I manage multiverse security nowadays- cut a little guy a little break. Geez, it’s always such a monkey house in here. No offense, Jakester.”

“Was that supposed to be directed at me? Ohhh, and here I thought you were talking to my spitting cousin.”

That was enough to collapse Foop and Gumball under a heap of giggles, while Amanda hollered, “I will end you, Spidermonkey!”

“Aw, you guys are like family to me. You don’t let me live with you, I don’t let you live without me, and yet when you need someone to clean up your messes, I’m the first one you call.”

Mac whispered, “Actually, the first one I call is the platypus.”

“That’s right!” Although still struggling, Bruno tilted his head in a manner that suggested if he could turn around, he’d be speaking to the boy behind Jimmy. “You certainly did, Mr. Comeback Kid. And what happened to that mountain in your backyard as a result?”

Clearly, Mac hadn’t expected to be heard. He tightened his grip on the chest of his robes, the oversized hood dangling over his face. Becky placed an arm around him with a murmur of, “It’s fine, you’re fine, watch the skin.”

“What now?” Bruno demanded, this time directing the word in Perry’s direction as the platypus treated him to a stink-eye. “I didn’t say you were clueless, egotistical, or inexperienced. You know I like working with a partner, ol’ One Man Show. This isn’t your playground out here. You should have called me.”

Perry rattled his teeth.

“Clamp a bill on it. BKN isn’t exactly across the train tracks from the Cartoon Network folks in Chessboard Valley. Plus it was past my bedtime when the first tremor went off.”

“It’s getting awkward,” Lincoln whispered to Rudy.

Rudy sketched a mountain on his little chalkboard. “Yeah. He’s always like this. And you’ve only been a member of the Court for one year.”

“Hey, none of you have to like me. In fact, I rather enjoy it when you don’t. It makes throwing sass that much less regrettable. But I’m here to stay, and you all know it. And, I know you’d respect me if I wore bunny ears and dressed in a suit and tie for work.” Bruno pulled in his arms and slipped from his Court robes to the floor, revealing that beneath them, he dressed in blue jeans and a marigold (apparently) hoodie. Jimmy did not look impressed, but he did step away from the sudden exposed skin and clothes, while Bruno adjusted his glasses and stuck out his tongue. When Jimmy didn’t think the others were looking, Lincoln saw him drop Bruno’s robes on the ground and stick his tongue out too.

Amanda stomped back to the main huddle at last, wiping what was hopefully chocolate from her sleeve. Jake and Gumball had taken shelter behind the refreshments table. “Sho, shpit it out, Mishter Shecret Agent Shpy Guy. If you’re shuch an exshpert, what’sh your proposhition?”

“And what part of it involves me?” Lincoln piped up.

Bruno tsk tsked. “So impatient. Mind your manners, sister, or you’ll pull a hamstring leaping to conclusions. Don’t let yourself forget that I eliminated my bully problems permanently by my second episode.”

“And a-what exactly ish that shupposed to mean?”

“‘Eliminated’,” Becky supplied. “It means to completely remove or get rid of something, in this case a tormentor, perhaps by force or some more... underhanded method.”

Lincoln gulped. Amanda glanced at her sideways. “Yesh. Thank you.”

“Hey, it was the ‘90s, wordsmith,” scoffed Bruno as he examined his fingernails. “Back in those days, we actually had to deal with real worldwide threats rather than a batch of lovable city-focused scamps. People got hurt. And okay, I did some hurting. Think the big guy upstairs will really fault me when I kept running into idiots who liked to play with alligators or thought they could survive explosions with a bit of sunblock?”

“How charming,” she said tightly.

“Yes, you are. Now, to business. Have any of you been around the block enough to actually witness the collapse of a universe first-hand? And are you certified to don the gear that lets you swim in galactic cytoplasm? Ever escaped the quicksand of a beach that skirts a black hole?”

“Not this lecture again,” Gumball groaned behind his teeth. Blue lay her cheek on the floor and covered her eyes with her ears. Jimmy propped a hand against Becky’s pillar and proceeded to shake his head after every comment for the next several minutes. Lincoln cast a longing glance at the discarded robes on the floor and fought to keep his teeth from chattering.

Bruno ignored them. “Or how about dug yourself out of cosmic mortar until your fingernails are down to their quicks and there’s more blood on the surface of your thumbs than skin? To dumb it down for ya, does anyone here consider themselves equally or more qualified to do what I did when I hauled tushie to repair the Fourth Wall a few years back after someone nailed it so hard in the gut, it sliced Peck Peak down into the ol’ seeping abyss?”

No one replied- not even Foop, Jimmy, or Becky, though all three of them exchanged narrow-eyed “I can fly in outer space so don’t drag me too far into your analogy” glances. Mac tugged at his collar. After several seconds, Perry raised his hand, fingers spread so the webbing between them stretched. Bruno tilted up his chin.

“Just our other secret agent, then. Well, I’ll be J.S.’s uncle! Stop me if you’ve heard this one. Now, have I got a thingamajig for you lucky contest winners.” After licking a finger, Bruno withdrew a crisp envelope from his hoodie pocket and unsealed its flap. The letter inside, he handed to Amanda. “You two ankle-biters are still new here, so I’ll explain how this works. Anytime you break your toys, I can fix ‘em for you as long as I get a few hours’ notice before Doomsday. Usually, of course; no one’s perfect. But if you have a problem with my personal charm, then I recommend a diet consisting of a teaspoon of prevention over a gallon of cure.”

Lincoln watched the list unfurl from Amanda’s hands into his (he dropped it when it made his ungloved fingertips smoke) and from there to the floor.

“So, judging from what Mandy here said when I could understand her over the roar of Niagara Falls” - Bruno dabbed a speck of Amanda’s spit he’d missed earlier from the tip of his nose - “this is the list of supplies I expect I’ll need to save the multiverse this time around. I figure if everyone pitches in, there’ll still be enough dough left over for me to treat us all to ice cream when I’m done. I work best under pressure, so don’t ring unless there’s real trouble.”

The list continued unrolling past Perry’s feet. Lincoln actually got dizzy after skimming over the first two dozen items- most of which were batteries at volts he was pretty sure weren’t legal in his universe. The prices weren’t pretty either. “Um,” he said, lifting his hand, “again, can I get clarification on exactly what’s going on? And can I maybe also say that I don’t think it’s okay for you to stick up Diderot’s Court for ransom? Money can sometimes be... kinda hard to scrounge up in a big family like mine.”

Bruno locked eyes with him and smiled. It oozed insincerity, and it took all of Lincoln’s strength - every shivering ounce - not to wilt in response. “Oi, stuff the flattery in Mandy’s bra, captain cranium.” (“Excushe me?”) “Ever caught my show? It’s not my policy to give into terrorist demands, nor would I want it to be yours. No, no... Even though I am retired, and even though I like to kill time wandering dimensions after half my home universe actually did cave in back in the early 2000s, and even though none of you have so much as invited me to your Easter Sunday potlucks or ever extended a bit of hospitality once I’d indoctrinated all of you into the Court, which I used to serve good ol’ Master Diderot on alone...” Bruno glanced from Lincoln to Amanda and back again. “This hot cash isn’t for me.”

“You exshpect me to believe that thish is all generic shecurity exshpenshesh? What short of reshcue operation requiresh shtryofoam packashging peanutsh?”

“None that would be relevant to our situation- I just like hearing you say it. Dodging your flying saliva flecks makes up half my day’s workout. Come here, Blue. That’s a good girl. Amanda, say ‘sit’.”

“And you want a new harmonica?” Lincoln asked before she could do so.

“Figured I’d try asking first. You wouldn’t believe how fast those things rust when you’re on the Fourth Wall’s other side, gazing over nothing but the empty white expanses of universes yet to be. Damp skies and pure oxygen there, buddy. Next time I’ll bring you along; your brain could stand a little more of it.”

Foop found this especially hilarious. Lincoln sucked on his lower lip. Bruno just lifted both eyebrows.

“Hey, holding Walls together isn’t a task just any ol’ dog can pull off in arts and crafts with googly eyes and glitter glue. If things get deadly, I want you newbies to know you can always call on your friendly neighborhood tour guide and repair expert for help. If the two of you can’t work things out like a big boy and girl (and after last time I don’t really expect that you will) and you’ve got a problem, call Bruno the Kid. And unless you can give me an exact time limit before all goes kaput, I don’t work after eight o’clock on school nights, during church, or whenever I don’t want to. Yikes!”

The ‘yikes’ was what he said after Blue snarled something in her native canine tongue- a phrase perhaps along the lines of, “Stop toying with them, you filthy rotten lintball of sass.” Even Lincoln remembered the gossip about how much the kid hated dogs. Bruno sprinted across the snowy courtyard with a holler of, “Toodles, you’ve been a great crowd! Call me, Mandy! You know I love what you can do with that sassy tongue! We’ll talk!”

“Buzzard,” she muttered, and tore the top of his list in half. Lincoln gently guided her hands away from it before she could go any further.

The thirty seconds they spent still waiting for Crump wasn’t long enough for Lincoln to cook up an idea of what he wanted to say. In fact, another ten minutes probably wouldn’t have been enough either. Child endangerment? Attempted manslaughter? Weren’t those accusations all just a little extreme? He itched at his ear until another figure he didn’t recognize had rolled a table between accuser and accused. Amanda snatched the offered segment of Map from Crump and flapped it out as though she were about to hang it from a clothesline. The scroll unfurled like a banner in the wind. Most of it dangled off the table’s either side. Automatically, Lincoln flicked his eyes down to the Map and zeroed in on the area that was most familiar to him.

Coincidentally, that was exactly where Amanda placed her crooked fingertip.

“Royal Woodsh; charming little liberal town along the eashtern border of the Shavinnoah. I shuppose that’sh the reashon why you act ash though you don’t believe in conshequences. Now, let’sh move a twitch further shoutheasht of your plache to here. Oh look, it’sh good old-fashioned Muckledunk. My world and yoursh sho happen to be next door neighborsh!”

“Wait,” Lincoln said, recognizing the puzzle pieces much too slowly. “Is this... Does this have anything to do with me freezing time with my remote control again?”

A mutter sprang up around the room; Jimmy flipped his palms towards the ceiling and mimed exploding. For her part, Amanda curled her lower lip. “Well, aren’t we sharp thish evening. If I had a gold shtar, I’d conshider preshenting it to you. Then again, I’d probably prefer leaving you with a shilver.”

“W-wait. Hey. I, uh, I thought we agreed on this the last time you called me up here. I can’t give up the Remote of Time any more than you’ll give up the Remote of Space.” He cut her off a bit there at the end when he said it, and a flash of guilt shot down his spine. He didn’t let it stick around. “Amanda, I know you and Jimmy and Rudy all live next door to me and can feel the ripples in space-time whenever I use it. I promise I feel really bad. But, um... Hey, it makes for good kite-flying weather for you guys over there in Newhartland, right? We were each given one of Diderot’s artifacts, and this one’s mine.” He clasped his hands. “Please, please don’t make me give it up. Please with a... soggy cherry on top. I have ten sisters- you don’t understand what it’s like!”

Amanda slammed her palm on the table, which made Lincoln flinch more than he’d wanted to. “Excushe me! Ish the Fourth Wall jusht a joke to you? I’m not kidding here. It’sh breaking, Loud. Shattering to bitsh and shmithereens.”

One thing a house full of sisters hadn’t made Lincoln into was a pushover. He tilted his head. “Hey, hey, it can’t be just me here that’s to blame... I mean, you’ve got your moments too... What’s that about?”

“I actually know my own limitationsh, bushter. But you are literally breaking it. Oh, the curshe of being the late arrivalsh... Ever shince my town was shigned onto this gig, we’ve had to deal with you and your horrendoush inability to keep your fat mouth clamped shut.” As Amanda spoke, she leaned across the table. Lincoln’s orange shirt was slowly accumulating damp brown spots down the front. “The Wall can handle pressure in shmall doshesh, dweeb. It functionsh ash though it were a shcreen door. A shmall rubber ball every now and again may bounche off it without caushing any harm. But you! You punched a gap shtraight through itsh mosht outer layer. Now you’re drilling a hole between our univershes. Much more of thish and our reshpective worlds are shcheduled to collapshe, like Peck’sh Peak and all the resht they teach you in multivershe hishtory classh. And becaushe. Of. You. If you can’t control yourshelf around Diderot’sh shacred time remote, then maybe you don’t desherve to wield it at all.”

The twitch of her fingers when she spoke- was this her game? Getting her hands on the power to freeze time? Lincoln took a single step backwards. 

“Amanda, listen. I’m really sorry. I promise. But the Remote of Time was a present from Chris himself. It’s not mine to give away. He trusts me, even if you don’t. See, that means the multiverse to me, and it’s not the kind of trust I’m ever going to betray on purpose. Look, I have my license here and everything.” Thankful that he was still dressed in his everyday clothes and not wearing his Court robes, Lincoln drew a little seafoam card from the pocket of his jeans and handed it to Becky. She flipped the card between her fingers, then looked up. 

“Sorry, Amanda. This checks out until the end of Season 3.”

Whyatt signaled his agreement with a thumbs up.

“I’m sure he knows what he’s doing,” Lincoln said softly.

“Why are you all not grashping thish conshept? My people, my town, my money, my friendsh, and mosht importantly me are on the cushp of dishaster here!” Amanda turned her fuming gaze on the meerkat and square blue bat lingering behind her. “Should Newhartland fall, the other membersh of the Nickvershe are next in the domino shet. And we ‘landers are large and shtable. Who ish next to crumble? You all wish to gamble? Play a shlot machine- it’s shafer. That way you won’t be endangshering anybody’sh livesh.”

Timon rubbed behind his neck. “Well, the kid’s kinda got a point there. It helps none of us to plug important business markets full of holes.”

Jake shrugged. “Yeah, I got stock and a few cousins in Petropolis.”

“As much as I loathe to be caught agreeing with a human female,” Foop muttered, crossing his stubby arms beneath his dangling sleeves, “I can’t say I’m opposed to North Newhartland not collapsing with its western corner.”

Mac raised his hands in surrender. “Well, I still think that playing with all this Fourth Wall stuff could be really dangerous, and none of us should be touching anything. I mean, not even Bruno understands how the whole thing works.”

“At the rate you’re sliding downhill, I’m next in line to perish after you two clodheads,” deadpanned Jimmy.

“Right. Uh. Okay, so I’ll take it easy. I’ll lighten up, only use it sometimes-”

“Ha! It’sh too late for that, pint-shize. I’m afraid you’ll need to quit cold turkey to help mattersh now.”

“Amanda.” Lincoln wiped a splatter of spit from his cheek and met her gaze. “I don’t think I’ve broken through the first layer of the Wall to between the Savinnoah and Newhartland yet. I think you are lying to me.”

Five or six cloaked shapes flinched. Dora shot Lincoln a panicked look from beneath her hood and pulled it down over her eyes. Amanda leered up to her full not-very-tall-but-taller-than-you height. Through the dangling sleeves of her robes, Lincoln watched her fists clench.

“Excushe me, Loud?”

“That’s why you haven’t shown me any scientific data. You just want me to return the Time Remote to the temple archives for good.” Oh, he wished he had it on him right then- he’d have enjoyed spinning it around on his fingertip, even as he was creeping away from her. “Because even though you’ve got the Remote of Space that lets you call up random trapdoors and create passageways out of solid walls and stuff, that’s not enough for you. You want mine. Yeah, because all it would take for you is one freeze, right? No one to stop you from getting what you want? From killing someone, maybe?”

For a long moment, she gaped at him, groping for words that wouldn’t spring from her tongue. At last she sputtered, “Shcientific- Ash if there were a printer or program where I could produche- You think thish ish jusht about me?”

Lincoln shrugged. He’d backed up until he could feel the cold of the marble wall beneath his clothes. “Isn’t it? Well, let’s check the facts.” He held up all four fingers on his left hand, and pointed to them with his right. “One, I have the universal remote control that allows me to freeze time and call up alternate versions of my sisters at will. Two, you do not. Three, I mean, let’s be real about this ‘The Fourth Wall is breaking’ thing here- If Dora and Blue never shattered the Wall, I think I’m good for a long time.”

“Oh great, serendipity!” Timon scuttled up Mac’s clothes and perched on his (robed) shoulder. “Now, both kids have got a point. You know that feeling, partner?”

“Uh... I certainly know a feeling,” Mac said, scratching suddenly at his elbow.

“Dora doeshn’t count- Her univershe wash built to withshtand- She- She never had a Fourth Wall! She livesh on an island, shimpleton!”

“She does since Peck’s Peak went under,” Jimmy muttered under his breath. Rudy drew a tombstone on his chalkboard. Mac took the chance to creep away.

Amanda must not have heard Jimmy’s comment, or at least not cared to reply, because she plowed on with, “Loud, do you even get how thish worksh?”

“Four.” He’d saved this one to bear that number deliberately. “In your mind, I’m wasting my gift to freeze time by catching a single breath of quiet during a single moment of a single day. I don’t fit your selfish pattern. And you can’t stand that.”

“I can’t shtand the fact that the livesh of thoshe in my entire univershe are dangling like putty from your handsh! I’ve dedicated a lot of time and bribery dollarsh to working my way up the ladder. Ash it sho happensh, I actshually enjoy being alive. No eleven-year-old should hold that short of power over an entire town.”

“Trust me,” Lincoln went on with a roll of his eyes, “if I wanted to abuse the powers of my remote, I already would’ve done it. Don’t you think I’d like to freeze time to be first in line for the bathroom one morning, or fetch a midnight snack, or sneak away from a dog pile? I haven’t been really liberal with my gift. Just... please trust me. Chris Savino does.”

“Then Chrish Shavino ish a dimwit!”

All in sync, the other members of Diderot’s Court shuffled two steps back. Lincoln tipped his head to one side again. “Wait, wait. What did you just say?”

“I shaid, I think it’sh shtupid he’sh letting you put not just my people at rishk, but yoursh too. If the wall between our worldsh goesh down, you and I both go with it. You’re a ticking time-bomb of dishashter jusht waiting to bursht. You may not care about your family, Loud, but I do.”

“Whoa, hey, stop- You’re just twisting my words- I never ONCE said-”

His eyes fell on his fellow members of the Court. They stood there to one side, monitoring and listening.

And they agreed with her.

Amanda spun on her heel as he was stuttering, her robes whipping around her in a frosty blur like an insult on a winter day. “My cashe hash reshted. Throw him in the dungsheon whilsht we dishcussh thingsh further without him, Jake. Then if you’ll excushe me, I’ve been tashked with building an underground fachility that can withshtand the rupturing of time and shpace. Should you need me onche I leave here, don’t need me.”

“Jake, come on,” Lincoln begged as the spider monkey bounded across the temple towards him on gloved hands and feet. “We’re friends! I ran out in the temple courtyard last summer just to attract bugs that you could pick off my robes!”

“Ehiyeh, sorry, Lincoln, buddy. Amanda has the floor today. Between you and me, the last thing I want to do is add talking animals like me to her blacklist, know what I’m saying?”

“Ugh, you’re not helping anything!”

“Hey, she’ll find a way to bust out of her doomed universe sooner or later, with or without any old Time Remote. We all have worlds we want to protect.”

“I know how to break any fourth wall- I cannot be contained in any cell!” he screamed, because it was the only thing he could think of as Jake yanked him through the open south wall of the temple and into the snow. “I’ll fight this! I’ll rebel, Killman! I’ll end your reign of terror! I- I- I renounce my place in Diderot’s Court!”

Even Jake stopping moving, but only for a heartbeat there. Lincoln drew in a gasp full of snowflakes and icy air that scratched his lungs.

“I- I think from now on, if you’re not with us, then you have to be against us. Just- Imagine a multiverse with no more Fourth Walls. That sounds pretty sweet, right? We’ll find a way. We don’t have to break them down- we just need to add doors. Bruno- Bruno probably knows how! I assume... that’s why he’s... never tried to... Uh, never mind. Jimmy! Jimmy can do it! Or my sister Lisa! Just picture it: All of us free to travel wherever we want, whenever we want to- guys? Hey, guys? Guys, come back! My rebellion- I’m starting a rebellion. Let’s stop this whole living-in-fear thing and create a multiverse where we all can be happy! I’ve got the Remote of Time. Guys?”

They left him in a cell that stood in the middle of the courtyard, snow blowing through its bars.

A triangular cell.

“... Dangit.”

[fountainpenguin]

“This is a calming doodle,” I say as I redraw the face a twelve-year-old made the first time he killed a man.

[fountainpenguin]

A kids’ show but instead of trying to kill the protagonist directly, the villains inject him with a deadly disease and just leave him like that.

[fountainpenguin]

Inktober Day 15: Bruno the Kid

“Help! Shoot, Jarly! Shoot now! SHOOT!”

“I can’t, sir! I- I might hit you!”

Guys the character development in this show gets me in the feels every time.

[fountainpenguin]

Me.