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five-rivers · 4 years

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Cloak/Plague

Zombies!

The night was dark beyond the fire, pitch and clinging, as if someone had dipped the world in black paint. Jacob stood at the edge of the light, on watch, one hand resting on his gun, the thumb of the other hooked around its shoulder strap. Behind him, either Sharktooth or Jade—He wasn’t sure which woman was which—tossed another log on the fire.

He was nervous. This was the largest group he’d been in for a while. Over fifty people. Little groups squished together by circumstance and the fact that scavenging only got harder as time went on. There was talk of finding a town somewhere, one that hadn’t been damaged too badly, and making a settlement. Something permanent. Something secure.

Jacob’s stomach turned over. He’d tried that before. The Coliseum. It hadn’t worked out well, even if that was where he had met Mack.

Some of them were talking about trying for Sacramento or Rock City or the Valley. There was civilization there, just a touch of it, according to radio waves one of the techies picked up on good days.

Jacob had tried that, too. Sacramento, at least. That hadn’t turned out well, either.

Of all the things to fear during a zombie apocalypse, other humans were definitely at the top of Jacob’s list. Heck, he was only here in the first place because of Mack and how much they needed information.

“So,” said one of the women, Jacob thought it was Sharktooth, languidly. “Who’s bored?”

Bored was probably the wrong word to describe anyone living through this mess. At the same time…

Well, Sharktooth got quite a response.

“We’re from all over, right? So, we’ve probably all got stories. Tales. Places we’ve seen or hear of. Might as well share while we’re here, right? Who knows when we’ll be around this many people again?”

“You’re not staying?” asked Jade, clearly taken aback.

“Haven’t decided yet,” said Sharktooth, shooting a glance at leader of the largest of the gathering’s constituent groups. “Maybe if there was a plan…” She shrugged. “But, hey. All of us are here, now, right? We might as well make the best of it.”

“Why don’t you start, then?” asked Mack, a little belligerently. So, yeah, that was definitely Sharktooth. She and Mack had been having a thing since Jacob and Mack joined the group. Not a romantic thing, Sharktooth had to be a decade older than Mack, but still a thing.

“Sure,” said Sharktooth. “Why not?” Jacob watched her crouch down next to the fire out of the corner of his eye. “Ever hear of the phantom city?”

There was muttering. “Everywhere’s a ghost town, now,” said someone, a little louder than the rest. “You don’t need to rub it in.”

“And we don’t need more nightmares,” added another.

“Nah, this isn’t a ghost story. Just a weird story. Well, the town was supposed to be haunted before, but I’m pretty sure that was just a tourist thing. Anyway, they’re a broadcaster. You know, radio spam. All that ‘Hey, here we are’ stuff. Like Sacremento.”

“Yeah?” prompted someone. “What’s the city called?”

“Amity Park. And if you’re in Illinois, you can probably catch their broadcast. But good luck finding it. There’s a reason it’s called the phantom city. When I was going up through Ohio, I met people who’d tried to find it. Never could.”

“Why were they in Ohio if they were looking for a city in Illinois?” asked Mack. “Seems kind of dumb.”

“Well, they’d given up,” said Sharktooth. “Couldn’t justify searching anymore. They were mad about it, too. They had maps, they had coordinates, radios to pick up the broadcast, everything. Heck, they said they had road signs. Exits off the highway marked with the name. But as soon as they got close…” She waved her hands dramatically. “Nothing. Even the broadcast went silent.”

“Hey, hold up, I think I’ve heard of that!” interjected a member of Sharktooth’s audience. “There was just a hole in the ground or something.”

“Yep. But when they got farther away, the broadcast started up again.”

“I thought you said it wasn’t a ghost story.”

Sharktooth shrugged. “Might not be ghosts,” she said. “Might be people trying to lure people in. A trap, or something. Or maybe they had some kind of automated broadcast set up, and it kept going after the town got wrecked. I don’t know.”

Jacob looked over his shoulder just in time to see a corner of Jade’s lip twitch up. “If you want to talk about ghost stories, why not the Phantom?”

Jacob groaned. He wasn’t the only one.

“Oh, come on!” said Mack, protesting. “Don’t be like that, he’s real!”

“Have you ever met anyone who actually said they met him?” asked Sharktooth, practically. “It’s all friend of a friend stuff.”

“So’s Amity Park,” muttered Jade.

“I’ve met him!” protested Mack.

“Wait, what, really?” asked Jade, sounding like she’d just been slapped.

“Yeah! It was before I met Jacob. I was traveling with…” He trailed off. “Some… People. We got jumped by a pack, and I thought I was going to die, but Phantom showed up and he fought them off with just a machete! It was super cool. And, like, I got bitten, but he injected me with that green stuff, just like in the stories, and I was fine! Well, not completely fine. I was kind of sick, after, but I didn’t turn, obviously. And then he brought me to Mastersoft Coliseum, because it was, you know, before it got wrecked. That’s where I met Jacob!”

“What did he look like?” asked one of the younger members of the group.

“Well, I never really got a good look at him, to be honest? He was sort of wearing, uh, layers. Not quite one of those, um, hazmat suit type deals, I don’t think, but he had a mask. And his eyes were super green! It was wild.” He shrugged. “Also, I was kind of out of it… Like I said, I was pretty sick. Barely remember what he said to me…”

“Cool story, bro.”

“Yeah, maybe if you told it better, we’d believe it!”

“Hey! I’ve got the scars to prove it!”

“Whoa, hey,” said Sharktooth, mercifully stopping Mack from stripping. “You don’t have to—"

“Hello the camp!”

Jacob cursed and brought up his gun, his action mirrored by the others on watch. That voice was far too close for comfort. Even in the dark, someone should have noticed something.

Why was this guy wandering around in the dark?

“I come in peace! I bring medical supplies and zucchini!”

“Show yourself!” barked Jacob.

“I’m just—Ah. I’m just right here.”

Finally, movement. Jacob thumbed on his flashlight (and tried very hard not to think about how soon he’d have to replace the batteries).

“Ow. Bright,” complained the teenager in front of him. Jacob stared. The kid was even younger than Mack.

Was Mack even a teenager anymore…? It had been years. They’d missed some birthdays.

Point being, there was no way this kid was out here on his own.

“Where are the rest of you?” demanded Jacob.

“Uh,” said the kid. “Nowhere? I’m out here on my own.” He waved his hands back and forth expressively but was careful to keep them in Jacob’s line of sight. His poncho flapped back and forth in the night breeze, concealing his figure.

The kid could be wearing anything under there. Guns, bombs, swords... anything.

“Poncho,” snapped Jacob. “Take it off.” He was aware that the whole camp was tense and awake behind him, searching for other enemies, bracing themselves to run at a moment’s notice.

“Okay,” said the kid. “I really am alone, you know. Sorry to startle you all.” He pulled the poncho off, revealing that, despite it being the least likely thing on Jacob’s very short list of possibilities, the kid was wearing a sword. No, he was wearing two of them.

“What are the swords for?”

“Uh,” said the kid, giving him a look like he was an idiot. “Killing zombies? I mean, what’s the gun for? Who walks around without a weapon, these days, right?”

Closer to the fire, the group’s illustrious de facto leader was giving orders to search for whoever the kid was with.

The kid rolled his eyes. “Do whatever you want to make yourselves feel better, but I am alone. I’m not bait, or whatever you’re thinking.”

“You’re, like, fourteen,” said Sharktooth. “You would have been, what, eleven when the plague hit? No way you’re on your own.”

“Excuse you, but I’m eighteen, thanks. I blame my permanent baby face on my parents. Speaking of, you don’t happen to have a Jack or Maddie Fenton anywhere in there, do you?”

“There’s no one out here!” shouted one of the searchers, voice echoing slightly.

The kid shrugged. “I told you. I mean, I get why you’re cautious and all, I’ve been jumped a couple times, but still.”

The group watched him uneasily.

“You’re looking for your parents?” asked Sharktooth, finally.

“Yep. For a while, now. They were away from home when, you know, everything went down.”

Alright. Now this was just getting awkward. And a little pathetic.

“Do you know where they were, at least?” asked Mack. Of course, Mack would sympathize. He had his own parental issues.

There was something odd about his tone, however. Something off.

“Yeah. Nevada. Specifically, Phoenix. But it’s been years, so they could be anywhere. Hence the searching. I’ve actually been to Nevada. It kind of sucks down there, to be honest, because, well, it’s a desert, but that also means there aren’t as many zombies, because apparently they get dehydrated, too, after a while. So. That’s interesting.”

“You’ve been to Nevada?” asked their wise leader.

“Yeah. A bunch of other places, too, like I said, I’ve been searching. I can do a story swap if you’d like. Also, I have zucchinis. Yesterday, I stayed at this one house and there were just. So many zucchinis. Like, the entire yard was overrun with zucchinis. Zucchinis are edible, and you can’t turn your nose up at fresh produce in this economy, but I have no idea how to prepare zucchinis, and they’re honestly a little, uh, bland? Let’s call it bland. To just eat raw. So, I’m willing to trade for, you know, not being shot.”

“You said you had medical supplies?” asked Jade.

“Yeah, a bit! Not, like, a huge amount, but it seemed like the thing to say. Is anyone hurt?”

Their heroic leader took a moment to consider this. “Not right now. But, alright. We can swap stories. What’s your name?”

“Danny. Danny Fenton.” The kid made a motion that might have been intended as a salute.

“Right. Jacob, you can stop it with your tough-guy act.”

Very reluctantly, Jacob lowered the gun. The kid, Danny or whatever, was way too cheerful for an eighteen-year-old walking through a zombie apocalypse on his own. Something was up.

Of course, that something might just be godawful coping mechanisms.

“Anyway, here are the zucchinis.” The boy held out a bag, a hopeful smile on his face. “So, uh, stories? Preferably about places where there’s a bunch of people, because that’s the kind of place they’d go.”

“Right, sure,” said the man who claimed leadership. “What are your parents, anyway?”

“Ah, they’re doctors!” said the boy. “I want to bring them home, so they can figure out a cure.”

Okay. So, the kid was delusional. Right. Well, it happened.

“I mean, we’ve had some success, but they’re specialists, you know? When I say ‘we’ I mean Amity Park as a whole, by the way. I’m the one who had the basic idea, I guess, but I didn’t have any way to follow through on my own. Observing a fact doesn’t mean you can take advantage of it, after all!”

“Amity Park?”

“Yep! That’s where I’m from.” Danny shot finger guns at Sharktooth. “We’ve got an environmental deterrent for zombies. Chemical in the air screws with the virus. Some get in every once in a while, but they usually die in a week, even if you leave them alone, which we don’t. It’s pretty safe, there. I can give you a map.”

“Is this a joke?” demanded the ‘leader.’

“Um, no? Why would it be a joke?”

“I met some people who tried to find your town, but it was a crater,” said Sharktooth.

“That’s still going on, huh?” Danny shook his head. “Yeah, we don’t really know why it does that, either. Or was that a couple years ago? We were trying to fix it…” He trailed off. “What?”

“You said you had medical supplies?” prompted the man trying very hard to stay in charge.

“Ah, right.” The kid reached into his bulkier bag and pulled out a large box. “Speaking of, I don’t suppose you’ve heard of anyone else trying to make a cure? Mom and Dad could be working with them, and if not,” he shrugged, then flipped up the lid of the box, “collaboration is always good.”

Half the box was full of various bottles, packets, and smaller boxes. Normal enough. The other half, though…

“Is that radioactive?” asked Jacob, unable to stop himself as he stared at the… God, were those epi-pens?

“Not in the sense you’re thinking of, but yes.”

“Oh my gosh,” said Mack. “I knew it! You’re Phantom!”

Danny looked up. “Um. I guess we’ve met?”

“Yeah, you took me to the Mastersoft Coliseum! That’s the stuff you injected me with!”

“Oh, you were the kid the Boom Box Raiders were dragging around!”

“Oh. Yeah,” said Mack, weakly. “That’s me.”

“Nice to see you’re still around. Anyway, to answer your next question, this is the prophylactic.” He picked up one of the glowing green injection pens. “At least, that’s what some of the doctors back home call it? If you get it within a minute of being bitten or scratched or whatever, preferably in the area near the wound, you have an eighty percent survival rate. Sometime more can help fighting off the disease, but if you’re not acclimated, you can go into shock with too much, and there’s really no way to get acclimated out here.”

“You’re willing to trade something like that?” asked Jade, dubiously.

“Why not? Like I said, it’s environmental where we live.”

“But you’re not there, now. You’re out here. Same as the rest of us.”

“That’s true. But I’ve got enough of this in my bloodstream to straight-up kill any zombie that wants to bite me. Really. I can show you the scars if you want.” He raised an eyebrow. Then he turned to their ever so brilliant leader with a sharp smile. “By the way, you should rethink robbing me. I am very willing to trade, but if you attack me, I have dozens of ways to kill you. Most of them don’t even involve my swords.”

“It’s true,” said Mack.

“You know what?” said Jacob, stepping a little closer to Danny, or Phantom, or whoever this kid was trying to be. “Why don’t you show us those scars. Then we can decide if we even want to trade with you.”

Phantom shrugged. “Fair enough.”

#danny phantom #ectober #ectober 2020 #ectober week #ectober week 2020 #day 7 #happy halloween!

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ratsoh-writes · 4 years

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My curiosity got me, so here is my submission for a match up. Sorry it’s so long! I look forward to seeing your reasoning.

PERSONALITY TRAITS:

MOM FRIEND: I’m the friend that is almost over prepared for any situation and is protective, usually keeping others out of too much trouble or danger, but not stopping them from doing that stupid thing. Some people will only learn from doing it and so long as it won’t seriously injure or kill them, go for it. And I mean I am seriously prepared for most situations: I have fluffy throw blankets and pillows in my car for those who get cold, extra towels just in case we somehow get wet, umbrellas/ponchos for those who need one, snacks/water just in case someone gets hungry/thirsty, first aid kit for small injuries, etc. Ironically, I am the only one without a kid so far.

Extension of this would be my habit to act as the friend “nurse.” Willing to spend hours taking care of a friend who isn’t feeling well and give platonic cuddles if needed.

Another extension of this is my need to feed anyone who comes over. I think my love language is acts of service after typing all this.

I’M LISTENING: Always willing to offer an ear, even if I don’t believe I can council you. Plus, for some reason, people just end up splurging life stories or something that is bothering them to me. My life is mostly spent as that Naruto meme: “I have no clue what is going on, but I’ll pretend that I do.” But I’m responsible about it, I won’t offer advice I’m not sure about and will usually refer you to someone else I feel is up to the task.

PATIENT: Earned after years in customer service dealing with toddlers disguised as customers and also with friends who far exceed my energy levels. It takes a good bit to anger me or very specific things to set me off, such as when I have asked you to please stop bringing up that stressful memory of mine again and again.

I am told I am terrifying when I’m actually pissed. Most times I don’t remember much when I actually snap, just that it happened, but details are fuzzy.

CHILL: My counselor once told me if I “Was any more laid back, I’d be on her floor.” And to a point, she is correct. My house was on fire and my reaction wasn’t panic at the time, it was this odd calm that even when I reported the fire to my sister and authorities, they didn’t believe me until I showed them said fire. I am reserved with those I don’t know well or are not comfortable around. Once I trust you or you get me on a topic I love, I’m surprisingly passionate and animated.

I feel this fits under here, but I also tend to do things at my own pace. And not much can change that pace, but I will get what I set out to do done.

WHY ME?: Too many people tell me I’m a natural leader, even got awards for it, but I never volunteer or want to be the leader in anything. Usually, I just end up in that role somehow, some way. Most times because I hate disorganized messes and those times the people I am with have trouble making concrete decisions and need some guidance to work out what they really want to do or the pressure to actually make a decision. I may be an unwilling leader, but I will step up if needed.

WHIMSICAL: Sarcasm, dry and sometimes cheesy humour, and an attitude to boot, but it’s rarely to be mean. Most times it is me being playful and if I’m teasing you, that usually is a sign I like you and enjoy your company. Plus, sometimes people need a little laugh or a spark of different emotion to get them out of a funk.

INTEGRITY: I could absolutely despise someone, but like hell I’m going watch them suffer. In the same sense, if I take a job, I will do it right and not half ass it. And far too many times I’ve had to step in and explain certain concepts in order to disperse negativity or help others see from another perspective to avoid adversity.

CUDDLE BUG: With people I am comfortable with, I am a cuddly person and do not mind a lot of skinship. I am used to friends hanging all over me. Plus, sometimes I just want to curl up someone as well.

STRENGTHS:

Observant

Good communication skills & honest

Responsible & reliable

Full Size Human Heater. I am ridiculously warm and always putting off heat. Friends and coworkers alike use me as a portable heater.

Surprisingly good at being sly and collecting information if needed, like getting a shoe or ring size without tipping the person off it’s for a gift. If they manage to call it, I always fess up and playfully make a fuss they ruined the surprise.

WEAKNESSES:

Terrible at lying, so I tend to simply keep my mouth shut instead

Willfully oblivious to flirting and absolute flustered mess once I am forced to recognize said flirting

Vast open waters terrify me

Tendency to keep my troubles to myself and try to solve problems on my own (don’t want to be a burden)

Can become despondent if I feel useless at times

HOBBIES:

ART: I’ve dabbled in several different medias, but my favorite is just a pencil or pen and any paper I can get my hands on. I love drawing figures in dynamic poses. Second favorite is sculptures built from wire.

COSTUMES: I love Halloween, since it is the perfect excuse to make and wear my homemade costumes. It also lets me challenge myself by making more complicated pieces like hooves, horns, and even chain mail.

BAKING/COOKING/CANDY MAKING: I’m the cook in the house and I love it. Seeing people enjoy my food is my favorite part. Just don’t ask me for a recipe, I literally don’t have any and I won’t remember what I did.

ORGANIZING/CLEANING: I love puzzle games like Tetris and Catherine, and I love a challenge. Combine the two by having me organize and rearrange a space to make it work and I am in heaven.

STORYTELLING: When a story needs to be told, I am the one asked to tell it. Specifically I have such an entertaining way of telling it according to others. Animated and colorful language, plus a few pit stops along the way with some side stories.

PET PEEVES:

CONTRARY: Do not tell me to do something while I am doing it. That will kill any motivation I had to do it.

BACKHANDED COMPLIMENTS: It is possible to compliment someone without insulting them or others at the same time. It just makes the compliment feel empty and negative. And I tend to just hum and not reward that behaviour.

TOO MUCH ATTENTION: I don’t mind attention… from people I trust and are comfortable with. Feel free to cuddle and coddle away. But vast amounts of attention from those I feel are strangers or acquaintances will unnerve me (I have literally left functions immediately where I walked in and was bombarded with shouts and attention aimed at me-sensory overload I guess).

ODD HABITS:

NESTING: No, I don’t think I have enough blankets and pillows. Yes, the giant stuffed animal is needed and his name is Snuffie.

CRUSH ME: I’m serious, some days I need one of my friends or my bf to just lay all their dead weight on top of me. It’s just oddly therapeutic.

NO, I’M NOT PREGNANT: Just cause I ate that jar of olives in one sitting or suddenly was craving jalapeno juice and crushed ramen noodles. There are never enough pickles and yes, I am determined to try every kind–I may have a vinegar addiction.

IRONY: I bake some of the tastiest, sweetest desserts and make pralines and caramels, YET I myself do not favor sweet things.

HANDS: One thing I tended to do with nearly every boyfriend and guy friend I had was play with their hands and put their hands on my face/head. I lived for being pet and having people play with my hair.

NONVERBAL MOMENTS: Sometimes words are just too much, so I instead make sounds. Can be anywhere from a growl to a cat like noise, or the reliable “Nyeh.”

NO NOs:

I think I listed a few as I went through everything else, but ignoring boundaries is the main one. If I tell you I’m not comfortable with something, do not make me repeat myself. And usually that something is given a pass the first few times it is done before I say something and explain why I’m not comfortable with it.

Example: I have thick, curly hair, a product of my mixed heritage. Well, sometimes I like to straighten it and I did just that one day. Well, a coworker decided to make a backhanded compliment, stating I should stick to what works: straight hair over my natural hair. I had gotten on him about it, but I decided to vent to a friend about what happened as well. She proceeded to constantly repeat those hurtful words and while I knew she meant it playfully during those times, I had to stop her and sit her down, explain I don’t find it funny cause the words are linked to a hurtful, possibly racist memory that I didn’t want brought up again and again. Thankfully she understood and stopped. So, I don’t snap immediately and I understand sometimes a sit down needs to be done.

Ok first of all I gotta say that I absolutely loved reading your matchup!!! It’s so well organized, detailed, and the descriptions are pretty creative!!! Do you do any writing yourself, because you should!!! alright, geek out moment over.

i’ve got three guys you’re perfect for, but let’s go for the obvious one. HONEY!!

You’ve checked off everything on honey’s list: caring, organized, laid back, and good for cuddling. Now here’s what he has to offer to the table: he will cuddle you back. This guy is the ultimate cuddle slut. You’ll never feel unloved with him. Honey is also a very thoughtful and appreciative guy. He likes caring for his partners. You may be the mom friend, but he’ll do his best to return that love as well.

Honey is a little awkward, but he’s also sensitive and empathetic to how others feel. If he puts his foot in his mouth, just tell him and he’ll never bring it up again. Plus this guy is just so honest and genuine that backhanded compliments aren't really a thing with him.

Also you like costumes!!! He’s always wanted to try cosplay or theatre. You just might be the person to give him the courage to finally stick to one.

dating honey includes:

cuddles upon heaps of soft things. He has his own collections of ridiculously soft blankets and pillows that he’ll happily add to your collection. Honey is also a master at pillow forts.

honey is a good listener. He’ll be happy to just sit back and enjoy the stories you tell. There is start though, who is also the storyteller of the underswap home. Any funny story you give about your time together will be rewarded by star with a funny story from his and honey’s childhood, much to honey’s embarrassment

if you don't really like sweet things but love baking them, then honey and star will happily finish them for you. People are usually surprised about how just how much skeleton monsters can pack away.

he’s a picky eater and will give you the wtf face when you fufil your weird cravings though lol

Oh! Also if you’re wondering, the other two would’ve been either oak or coffee

#undertale imagines #underswap #matchups #submission

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wanderlust-and-road-dust · 5 years

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F’nor Azril

THE BASICS ––– –

Name: F’nor Azril. Formerly Fonn Byquist, but due to her leaving her people she’s adopted the Mi’qote mechanic of naming, not initially understanding the apostrophes in their names. She’s stuck with it though, as she finds bears to be a good representation of her solitary wanderings and stout self reliance.

Age: Seasons come and seasons go, so why count them? 87

Birthday: 30th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon

Race: Viera, Rava.

Gender: Trans woman.

Sexuality: Pansexual.

Marital Status: Single.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ––– –

Hair: A burnished copper that abruptly shifts to black tips. Recently shorn short after an incident with an ink pot, though she kept one long braid on her right side that she fiddles with on occasion. Usually brushing the end against her lips and chin as she’s thinking.

Eyes: Left eye Cactuar green. Right eye a startling vibrant purple, which she’s blind in. Usually keeps her right eye covered with a patch, or wears glasses to aid her ailing eyesight.

Height: 5 fulms, 10 ilms.

Build: Wirey, in a word. She’d look scrawny if not for lean corded muscles defining her arms and legs. F’nor’s physique is reminiscent of tough roots. Long hours of traveling by foot the length and breadth of the map, she’s in peak physical condition.

Distinguishing Marks: A smattering of freckles across her cheeks and the oddity of her purple right eye. Beyond which F’nor is relatively free of any other distinguishing features. Perhaps ink smudges on her face, ink stained finger tips from absentminded quill work. Or a myriad of minor nicks and scrapes from hard travel, but they quickly heal and fade in due time.

Common Appearance: Almost always in her orange poncho and traveling moccasins, she stands out like a sore thumb. Though often her poncho isn’t quite as flashy due in no small part to the large quantity of road dust she accumulates on her wandering. Sometimes wearing an eye patch, sometimes wearing glasses, sometimes she just forgets either until reminded. An idle stance of crossed arms and bemused curiosity finish her ensemble.

PERSONAL ––– –

Profession: Vagabond story hoarder, cartographer and amateur botanist.

Hobbies Reading, collecting and sampling tea, retrieving odd little artefacts.

Languages: Common, Vieran

Residence: Wherever she happens to find herself in the evening. Sometimes a travelers lodge, other times at a campfire by herself.

Birthplace: An out of the way corner of the Golmore Jungle.

Religion: Better to acknowledge the gods than to deny or doubt they exist.

Patron God: Azeyma, though she honestly falls under the patronage of Oschon more so.

Fears: Large crowds of people, confinement, spiders.

RELATIONSHIPS ––– -

Spouse: None

Children: None

Parents: As a Viera who has left the fold, F’nor is dead to her parents

Siblings: None

Other: None

Pets: A toad named Hopalong and her trusty chocobo Farstrider.

TRAITS ––– -

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless (extremely so)

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader (unless someone has a better plan or is more qualified) / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between (rather informal and not much for the strictures of civilized societal hierarchy and the like) / Uncultured

Loyal (extremely so) / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between (this one is more to do with faith as in belief than faith as in loyalty) / Unfaithful

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION ––– –

Smoking Habit: Sometimes after a hard days travel a pipe of weed is nice to unwind with, especially by a campfire with a good book.

Drugs: No particular habit for drugs.

Alcohol: Has a soft spot for harder spirits, particularly earthy and smokey flavored drinks. Like whisky (difference between Whisky and Whiskey is one without the E is Scotch and with the E is every other Whiskey besides Scottish Whisky. I don’t really know how that translates into game lore, but I’m sure there’s a distinction somewhere. There’s not an overly in depth dive into the alcohols brewed by the various races and regions. Or at least that I’m aware of)

RP HOOKS ––– –

Not all who wander are lost: F’nor likes to wander. To explore, to rove off from the beaten path and travel paths less traveled. The world is a wide and wild place dramatically different from the sweltering confines of the Golmore jungle. As such she can be found wandering the byways of Aldenard exploring ever outward from Limsa Lominsa. Currently her travels have taken her into the winter locked lands of Coerthas where she was not properly prepared for the cold and as such promptly turned back around to the Shroud of Gridania to better outfit herself for the horrendous cold. Though not one for staying in anyone one place long, who knows when she’ll move on to another portion of the world?

A message in a bottle? How curious... - A chance encounter of finding a stoppered bottle in a tree she was harvesting for mirror apples has piqued F’nor’s curiosity. Opening the bottle to reveal the contents to be a vague and crude map she’s avidly been tearing her way through every tree, bush and rock looking for more of these mysterious bottles. If you chance upon a madly muttering Viera diving head long into a bush or peering into every knothole on a tree, odds are good you’ve ran into F’nor. Treasure finding and the satisfaction of solving these vague scraps of parchment are one of her most favored past times. Not only does it set her off on a whirlwind adventure, usually on the spur of the moment, it usually has her go to places she’s never been. Truly a win win situation. If you have a map and are willing to share the journey with her, she’ll happily tag along for the journey alone. The trifles and baubles dug up might interest her, but she’ll happily abide by map owners claim for the rewards.

Tale as old as time - Besides seemingly wandering aimlessly and mapping her travels, F’nor’s rambling jaunts across hill and dale serve a greater purpose. Though the reason is equally vague as her meandering. She’s on the hunt for stories, folk tales, anecdotes and myths of the regions she roves through. If you’ve got some time and are willing to spin a yarn or two, F’nor’ll be more than happy to share her fire and company to listen to you.

Ramblin’ Woman - Once primed to a subject matter, F’nor has a tendency to just... well... run at the mouth. Sometimes she’ll wax poetically. Other times she’ll just talk for what seems like hours. There’s no rhyme or reason to when she’ll set off like a chocobo in search of choice gysahl greens. Just prepare for a veritable deluge of talk about whatever topic has currently caught her fancy. That’s not to say some folks can’t get a word in edge wise, she’s attentive and will let whomever she’s bludgeoning with words have a chance to speak. She just fully intends to have her say first. At length. Much to many a persons dismay. Seemingly a rather quiet individual, she’ll often blindside a random stranger who just wanted to sit in peace and quiet by another seemingly quiet stranger. However if you’re up to the challenge of mincing words with the quirkily gregarious Viera, have at. She likes a good talk, particularly if it’s something she’s fascinated by. Truth be told, that can be just about anything. She’s an avid hoarder of information.

Absentminded Woolgatherer - Lost in thought, head in the clouds, feet off the ground. F’nor is likely off in her own little world thinking about who knows what. Caught in the rain without cloak or other rain protection, she’ll blithely wander around, gaze fixed inward as she plods on. Sometimes she’ll wander into an inn or market stall and blink in surprise and wonderment as to how she got to be where she is. Sometimes if she’s particularly caught up in her own thoughts she’ll run into you, your chocobo, that tree over there. She’ll bounce off random objects and reorient herself and go careening off until she runs into the next object in her path. Hells, she might even wander into a stream, cross it, and walk around with squelching boots without noticing what she’s done. She didn’t mean to startle you. Oh and if she doesn’t apologize, sorry. Thoughts in chaos and all that.

CONTACT INFORMATION and OOC NOTES ––– –

‘eyo and hello and hi and all that jazz, greetings etc. F’nor’s and old hat of mine that has been rattling around the byways for a long and long time. I’ve been role playing in a variety of different formats for... an astonishingly long time now that I think about it. Pen and Paper since I was twelve, other table top rpgs, video games and what not for a good going on twenty years now. Yes, that means I’m 32. Or turning 32 this year. I honestly stopped counting somewhere in my twenties. Honestly that’s just an excuse for me to say I forget regularly how old I am exactly. I’m in this community to have fun, to build wonderful stories. To revel in shared experience and craft truly remarkable things with you. So, why don’t you come and join me on this adventure? It’s a long road and best shared with good friends, good food and good drink. Side note, I’m not really into ERP. Romance might happen, things develop organically. Might go the way of a pleasant night of shared company that gets a little more intimate. But I’m just flat out bad at it and even gets a bit tedious. There’s only so many ways one can write about sexual encounters before it gets repetitive. If that’s your thing, fine and good, just don’t try and drag me into it. Please and thank you. You can find me here on tumblr on either this blog or my other inspiration blog @fnorazril. You can also get a hold of me on discord as well as Transdimensional Shambler#0179. Not to mention Balmung of FFXIV, though more often I’m on Mateus bumbling around chasing a courier.

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janeykath318 · 7 years

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Delirious (Bones x Reader)

Bones/Reader (For Atari’s Birthday Challenge) “Dammit! I’m a doctor, not nature-loving bear-bait!!”

Leonard McCoy was really disgruntled about this away mission, which had turned into a camping trip, due to the long journey to the native’s secluded village. The alien guide was leading the way, talking with Uhura and Jim, while you and the doctor trudged on behind. You giggled to yourself as he continued ranting about disease and danger and predators. It was funny how such a fearless man, who’d run into a firefight to save injured crew, could freak out over a few days in the wild. “I don’t think there are any bears on this planet, Doctor,” you informed him, strolling along happily. You were having the time if your life on this gorgeous place and couldn’t believe he was so sour about it, but then Dr. McCoy was sour about everything, which was a shame, because he was incredibly handsome. He frowned at you. “Well, surely they have some sort of carnivorous animal life? It’s too much to hope that we’re completely safe out here.” It’s almost as if he was looking for reasons to gripe, you thought, shaking your head. “Not around here, doc, sorry to disappoint you. It’s mostly birds, rodents, and insects in this area. If we’d have landed on the other side of the continent, well, that would be a different story. Luckily, the Captain listens to his science officers when it comes to dangerous flora and fauna.” He snorted. “You haven’t been here long, have you?” “Four months. Why?” “Jim isn’t exactly known for his cautious streak. I could tell you plenty of stories–like the time he he got captured by a sentient vine that was holding him upside down, dangling in the air. Sulu had to hit the thing with laughing gas to get it to let go of the captain.” You laughed out loud and the captain turned and looked back at you. “What’s up, Lieutenant? Bones telling bad jokes again?” “No, he’s telling me juicy stories about you, actually,” you replied. “Don’t worry. It’s nothing too incriminating.” Kirk shot McCoy a betrayed look. “And here I thought you were my friend, Bones.” “Well, Jimmy, I was just reminding the Lieutenant here of some of your more…..hair-brained away missions to pass the time.” The captain sighed. “You have to bring up my wild and irresponsible past?” “Yep!” The doctor replied cheerfully. “It’s not completely in the past, either.” You thought their banter was hilarious, but hid your grin, lest Jim think you were ganging up on him. More trudging and crazy stories later, a large black bird swooped overhead, letting out a loud “CAWW!!” You stared at it in wonder. It was like a crow, but three times larger. “Bad omen,” Leonard muttered. “Something’s going to go terribly wrong soon, I can feel it.” “Why Doctor, I thought you were a man of science who didn’t hold to superstition!!” You reminded him. “It’s just a bird!” “I’m not superstitious, but I am a little stitious,” he said, eying the low-flying bird with great suspicion. “Is that even a word?” You asked in disbelief. “It is now. Big black birds mean either something bad has already happened or will happen. The thing’s the size of a vulture almost.” You shook your head as the doctor strolled on, muttering things about the treacherous nature of unknown planets. You looked apprehensively at the gathering clouds in the sky and hoped he wouldn’t turn out to be right. About a mile later, the guide led Jim off the trail under a thick stand of trees with leaves the size of your head. “She says we should take shelter from the rain. There’s a cave back in here we can take cover in.” With another look of trepidation, the doctor followed you through the trees. Your eyes were wide as you took in the foreign plant life that you’d never seen before. Giant ferns and ivy grew everywhere and there were huge clusters of flowers that looked like hydrangeas were dotted about the forest. You had your tricorder out in a second, analyzing as much as you could as you followed along. Leonard saw how your eyes were shining with excitement as you explored, clearly in your element, and he softened a bit, knowing what a scientific paradise this place probably was to you. “Keep up, Bones, lieutenant!!” Jim called back and you realized you’d lagged quite a ways behind in your engrossing study of the plants. “Sorry,” you called and tucked your tricorder away reluctantly, striding forward quickly to catch up to the other three. In a few minutes, everyone was huddled inside the shallow cave, watching sheets of rain pour off the overhang as the storm swept through. “Wow, what a downpour,” The captain observed. “Yes, it is,” you said. “Rather refreshing. I haven’t seen real rain in a long time.” “This your first away mission?” He asked. “Yes, sir,” you replied. You shifted your leg slightly to better balance your weight against the waist high boulder you leaned on and felt a sudden stabbing pain in your thigh. Whirling around, you saw a long speckled body gliding away into the darkness. “Lieutenant, what’s wrong? You’re white as a sheet,” Kirk asked urgently. “I think a snake bit me,” you said faintly. “What? Where?!” The doctor was instantly alert and moving to your side. “Here,” you said, pointing to the back of your leg just above the knee. “It was on that rock. It crawled away really quickly. I didn’t recognize the species.” Already, your leg was throbbing and cold fear shot through you as you thought of the poison working through you. “Try to describe it to me,” Uhura put in worriedly. “I can ask Teelith if she knows what it is and if it’s poisonous.” “It is poisonous,” the doctor confirmed. “I’m going to give you a hypo to try to counter it until we know what’s going on. Keep still.” Numbly, you nodded as the hypo was delivered. “From what I could see, the snake was tan with black and gray spots. He was pretty cranky about getting his nap disturbed, I guess.” “I should say so,” Jim said. “I’ll keep a sharp eye out in case he comes back. Bones, how’s it look?” “Not great, Jim. We need to get an antivenin soon.” Uhura was explaining the snake to the guide, and you saw her eyes grow wide with alarm. “She says it’s the Speckled Cave Snake and they’re very dangerous. They have a treatment, but we must get her to the capitol before the day is over.” Your frightened eyes met Leonard’s. “It’s going to kill me, isn’t it?” You whispered. Your leg was very tingly and starting to go numb. He swallowed hard and looked you square in the eyes. “Not if I can help it, Y/N. We’ll get you there in good time. Won’t we Jim?” “We sure will. Everybody Break out your rain gear and get ready to move out,” the captain ordered. “We’re going to get her to help, weather or no weather.” Without further ado, he took off his pack and began rummaging through it for the standard poncho. You shrugged your own pack off, but the doctor quickly took it in hand to get out your gear, seeing you struggling to twist around. “Stay still,” he gently ordered. “I’ll get it.” “I don’t know if I can walk fast enough.” You admitted as you stuck your head through the hole and began to fasten the front and back together at your side. “That’s okay, Y/N, Jim and I can give you a lift–if you’re okay with that,” he amended. With you? Very okay, you thought. Dr. McCoy was the subject of many of your friends dreams and up until this mission, you’d always rolled your eyes at their pining. Now that you’d met him and worked with him, well, you definitely understood the appeal. His pessimism and grumpiness was clearly not an indication of him genuinely being unpleasant, but mostly an ongoing mild protest against space. According to rumors, he’d joined Starfleet just to get away from a nasty ex-wife who’d cleaned him out and made his existence a living hell. You didn’t understand how someone could possibly do that to Leonard, but obviously you didn’t know the whole story. Ponchos in place, you found yourself being lifted into Leonard’s arms as the five of you prepared to continued the trek to the native city. “Hmmm,” you murmured. “Nice biceps.” “You flatter me, Lieutenant” Leonard replied, looking down at you with a gentle smile. “You comfortable?” “As much as I can be,” you told him. “Where’s my backpack?” “Uhura’s got it.” He told you. Thus reassured, you nodded at Jim, who was waiting for the Okay to move. Out into the rain you went, pulling your hood over your face as much as possible to keep from getting to much rain on your face. Luckily, the rain did not last the whole four hour trip, but you weren’t sure you would. You felt worse and worse as the hours dragged by, the numbness joined by a fever that made the rest of your body ache. Leonard was occasionally spelled by Jim when his arms grew tired, but not for very long periods. “Hurts, Len,” you mumbled. “So hot.” “I see,” he said, looking very concerned. “Try to hang in there, sweetheart, we’re almost there. Teelith says it’s just a few kilometers, now.” “Good,” you whispered and closed your eyes. Right now you just wanted to sleep and wake up better. You were drifting in and out of consciousness when a voice said “there it is! Look, Y/N, there’s the city.” You pried your eyes open a slit, but you couldn’t make anything out–it was all blurry. It appeared Jim was carrying you, since the sleeve was yellow, rather than blue. “I’ll take your word for it. Can’t see much right now.” You whispered. “Bones, she says she can’t see.” Jim told the CMO. We’ve got to get her in there as soon as possible or we’re gonna lose her!“ You were transferred back to the doctor’s hold for the last leg of the journey and you smiled deliriously. "Y'know, doc, If I don’t die, I was gonna ask you out.” “Oh?” The doctor asked pleasantly, one eyebrow going up, though you couldn’t see it in your state. “Yep. You’re totally cute, and really smart, and completely sexy,” you rambled on. “Even your grumpiness is adorable and did I mention the dimples?” “Now, now, Y/N, you’re gonna make me blush. You’re the cute one, you know.” “You think I’m cute?” You said, head lolling around to try to see him. “Sure do, darlin’.” Even in your fevered misery, a happy feeling went through you. Unfortunately, you passed out again before you could say anything else. When you woke up, you were in a very soft kind of bed and feeling much better, if very tired. The room was a soothing blue color, but strangely circular. “Hey, sleeping beauty,” came a voice beside you. There sat Leonard, a relieved grin exposing his dimples–the dimples you rambled on about to his face. “Welcome back.” Trying not to blush, you nodded. “Am I going to make it?” You asked. “Sure are.” He told you, giving your hand a squeeze. “We made it in the nick of time. You’re going to be here a couple more days, though, because your body is worn out. Speckled Cave Snakes are no joke.” “Thanks for hauling my sorry ass around,” you sighed. “Please tell me I didn’t hit on you when I was out of it.” The smug grin that spread over his face confirmed your fears and you covered your eyes with your hand. “Alright, I won’t tell you. But if you ever get a hankering to ask me out when you’re not out of your head, well, I won’t say no. You’re a great scientist and a charming person.” Your blush grew deeper as he continued in a teasing tone: “Didn’t I tell you the crow was a bad sign?” Epilogue: Four Years Later You wriggled in your husband’s arms, trying to get untangled from his long limbs curled around you. Leonard McCoy would deny it until the day he died, but he was a big cuddle bug and getting free was tricky. “Len, honey, can you let me out? Need to get up.” A grunt was the response, followed by “I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get up.” One eye was partially open and he squinted at you blearily. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his cute scruff, wild bedhead, and growly protests as you continued your attempts to rise from the bed. “I’m afraid I do have to get up, darling,” you told him, with a kiss on his jaw. “Baby on the bladder makes things very urgent, you know.” He smiled sleepily and finally moved his leg and arm so you could heave your eight months pregnant belly out of bed. “You’re beautiful, darlin,” he called after you. “If you say so,” you returned, making a beeline for the bathroom, cringing at the sight of yourself in the mirror. That very eventful away mission had been the catalyst for a budding relationship between you and Leonard that resulted in marriage 18 months ago. Now, there was a little McCoy due in a few weeks and two very excited parents to be. The Enterprise was in refit for a year, so the pregnancy wouldn’t happen in space, a great relief to your worrywart husband. When you emerged from the bathroom, Leonard was sitting up, rubbing sleep out of his eyes and looking too cute to resist, so you walked over and sat down beside him, leaning into his warm chest. “How’s our little peanut doing this morning?” He asked, giving you a sweet, lingering kiss. “Feeling feisty,” you said, guiding his hand to the spot you could feel little kicks. “Pretty soon we’ll have another little blue shirt scientist in the family.” “Probably, but he or she isn’t going anywhere near any caves on strange planets if I can help it,” Len said firmly. “No more snakes."

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lunartearrose · 7 years

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Ok but consider: splat manga spyke

I just thought about goggles, rider, and the S4 meeting Spyke for the first time. They gonna be smols just starting out turf for this and some headcanons will come into play because gosh i love to think about squids and big ol’ urchin of questionable nature… read more below because this might get a bit long :3

1. Goggles Spyke sits at his usual place, relaxing in the alleyway on his shaul with the empty sea snail shells. Well, to be specific, two empty shells and one he was finishing up eating. It was early, and squids usually wouldn’t come until about 30 minutes later, but he always showed up early just because you never know when a new squid might show up with a shiny little snail to trade for some slots.

He finished up his little snack and casts the shell aside. Just then he noticed a small blue tentacle whip behind a vending machine as he looked back out. He can hear the voices of two- no, maybe three voices of little squids if he tried to listen. They didn’t sound that old or like they planned to do something shady, so Spyke didn’t worry about it. A minute later, one of the squids peek out again, and darts right back behind the vending machine again. Spyke rolls his eye. Should he call them out or see what happens?

A few minutes pass, and a small, nearly mature squishy with a cozy looking hat walks by, noticing those behind the vending machine. With her big smile still on her face, she picks up one of the hiding squids and tucks him under her arm.

“BOBBLE NO!” Two other squids shout before squeaking and hiding back in their obvious hiding place again.

The squid named Bobble walks forward casually, and drops the unmoving pilot goggle wearing squid In front of him.

“U-uhm… hiiiiiiiiii there uh….” the little goggled squishy spoke, a hint of fear in his little voice.

“Spyke. Th’ name’s Spyke. N’ you are?” Spyke says calmly, staying relaxed.

The inkling gulps a bit. “Goggles. Heh.”

“He wants a reroll on his headgear.” Bobble says, face unmoving from that slightly disturbing smile.

“Got un’ o’ these?” Spyke asks, nodding to the little pile of emptied snail shells.

“uh! Yeah! Just lemme-” Goggles digs into his pockets and starts to freak and says, “I forgot it at home!!!”

It’s the little squishy girl to the rescue again, taking a sea snail out from under her hat and plopping it in the boy’s lap. He makes a happy noise and says “Thanks bobble!”

“right. Now give me ya goggles an’ I’ll reroll ‘em.” Spyke says.

Goggles cautiously takes his prized headgear off and hesitantly hands them over. Spyke does his work and the goggles get double damage plus swim speed. He hands them back and the squid squeals happily.

“Thanks Spyke!!!” Goggles shouts, quickly hugging the urchin before speeding off in the other direction.

The urchin was admittedly a bit dazed by the squid’s sudden movements and quick change from scared to spaz. Bobble still stood in front of him with that smile.

“want somefin’?” Spyke asked.

“Can I touch one of your spikes?” she asks.

“Nope. Poison’s in ‘em.” he answers.

“okay. Can you add a slot to this then?” she asks, removing her hat which had 30,000 coins in a little bag inside.

He nods, and does his work. “That all, then?”

Bobble nods. “Thanks Spyke!” and gives him hugs before leaving as well.

Sweet kids. He watches the two meet the other two behind that vending machine and the four of them run off to bring their chaos to the world.

2. Rider

It’s getting dark out. Boy, Spyke sure hates when winter time comes around. He had as many layers as he could find under his poncho, and frozen sea snails weren’t that pleasing to pick at. Heck, the only reason he stayed out for so long is because there’s usually a customer that likes to brave the weather for some slots or a triple reroll. So, he figures it’s a chance to get some non frozen snails or some extra cash for more blankets and space heaters.

About fifteen minutes more is all he can stand. He packs his stuff up, and begins to head out. On his way home, not too far from the plaza, he hears a little fight going on. The only reason he looked for it was because he heard a little kid shouting.

One turn around the corner, and he spots a nearly matured yellow-green squishy with a bit of a shiner already, trying to get his hard-earned coins back from the older squids that were acting like asshats. Spyke to the rescue, he guesses.

Knocking one of the older inklings flat on their backs was enough to scare them off and leave their stolen goods behind. Spyke picks up the items and hands them back to the small squishy. The little inkling grins widely, showing his chipped beak now as well.

“Thanks. Who are you?” he asks.

“Spyke. An’ it was nothin’. Better get on home, s’ gettin dark.” Spyke answers.

“Right…” the squishy trails off, and he looks around, shivering as the cold wind made him hug the not so warm leather jacket tighter around himself and his red winter scarf whip around. The look in his eyes said it all.

“Guessin’ you got chased, right? Don’ know ya way back now, huh?” Spyke says.

The little one grumbles and nods. “I live near arowana…” he says.

“s’ right on the otha side f’ town, then. Got ya phone? Could wait with ya ‘ere while ya folks come get ya.” Spyke says.

“alright… thanks.” the little one says.

The little one takes out his phone and calls his mother. He learns the kid’s name was Rider because his mom screamed at him over the phone. He felt bad for the kid.

But still, he helped the kid get through explaining that it’s not his fault he was out past curfew. About thirty minutes later they’re both frozen and the mom finally picks up the kid. Spyke quickly gets home, and spends a good hour in blankets right up against his space heater.

3. Army

Spyke is chilling at his little business alley once again. It was one of those days where he was just completely bored. But a job was a job, and this was bearable. All he had to do was sit and wait for a customer.

A while later, another squishy wearing gear that was the slightest bit too big for him shows up. He may be not quite matured into full inkling yet, but that shakily done war paint says ready for battle. Spyke figures this is bound to be a bit interesting. The little guy puffs up his chest and marches over, trying to look tough. Spyke wanted to burst out laughing but he didn’t want the squishy to cry or anything.

There was a moment or two of silence before the kid points and says, “You’re loitering!”

“Am I now?” Spyke asked.

“Yeah! That’s against laws!” the kid puts his fist up to his chest and says, “And I put a stop to law breakers! I am! Army!”

It was taking Spyke a lot of effort to not start laughing. “well I can tell ya righ’ now, m’ not loi’er’n. This s’ where I work.” Spyke says.

Little Army seems shocked “What?! Where you work??”

Spyke nods and says, “30 grand ’r a sea snail, an’ I can reroll or put extra slots on yer gear.”

Army’s eyes light up. He takes his beret off and fishes out the exact money from his pockets. “prove!” he says.

Spyke does the reroll, and the kid is lucky enough to get triple slots of quick special gauge filling on the hat. Army is squealing as he gets the hat back, realizes the silly noise he’s making, and straightens up and clears his throat.

“You’re free to go. Sorry for bothering you. Have a good one!” he says, running off.

“Cheers.” Spyke says simply. Once Army is far away enough, Spyke snickers a bit. Boy, were these new turfers a riot.

4. Aloha

Later that same day as the ordeal with army, a pink squishy with a blue tropical shirt and visor dashes into the alley way. The kid is light on his feet and dodges an angry little army who smacks into the wall when he misses the tackle. The pink one bounces off a trash can, flips, and lands on his feet before running and dashing behind Spyke.

“GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE CRIMINAL! PEST! I’LL ARREST YOU!!” Army shouts.

“Go away! You’re not even a real cop dude!!” the pink squishy shouts back. “Jerk!”

“You’re lame!”

“Shut up!”

“you first, dork!!”

The two almost get into a slap fight, and Spyke has to pull them apart. The two growl at each other and flail.

“Wot’s goin on ‘ere? C’mon, out with it.” Spyke says.

“Army said I couldn’t dance cuz I was disturbing peace and that was a stupid law or something!”

“Aloha called me lame and kept doing it!”

“that wasn’t even a law!”

“YOUR FACE isn’t even a law!”

“Dumb rich kid!”

“Stupid criminal!!”

“Jerk!”

“Fuckass!”

“SWEARING IS AGAINST THE LAW TOO!”

“YOU’RE A SUPER LAME FUCKASS!!”

“STOP BREAKING THE LAW!”

“FUCKASS FUCKASS FUCKASS!!”

And the fight devolves into Aloha saying every swear word he learned from his parent ever and Army flailing and pretty much starting to cry while he covered his ears.

“alright, alright, that’s enough! Aloha, keep yer mouth shut, take a step back, an’ take a look at Army. Know he started it, but ya ended up makin ‘im cry over somefin silly. Not a very cool thin’ if ya ask me. Army, if ya stop tryin t’ jail people an’ jus’ talk to em’, I gurantee you’ll ‘ave a better time dealin’ wit em’. Long story short, quit bullyin’ each other an’ make up, alright?” Spyke says.

He sets the two down, and the two kinda glare at each other for a moment. They then both cry and hug each other and apologize. After that big ordeal, they both walk off, talking and getting to know about each other. Spyke wonders if they’ll start to fight again. He guesses it might be inevitable. Oh well. Back to snails and slots.

5. Mask

It was a lovely spring day in inkopolis. Spyke was happy to have warmth and sunlight back as opposed to snow or torrential downpours. The air was fresh, it made him happy, and with a splatfest on friday he was ready for the sea snails to come pouring in. His mouth watered just thinking about it.

A flurry of sneezes interrupts his thoughts. A cyan colored squishy trudges up to him. Even stranger still, the inkling had a paper bag over their head with eye holes cut out. Spyke glances to Annie’s shop in the distance, wondering if it’s a weird new trend. Nope, nothing indicated that. He looks back to the squishy, another near maturity but not quite.

“Mornin’. Lemme guess… hay fever?” Spyke asked.

The inkling nods, sniffling a bit. “can’t turf at aaall…”

“sorry t’ hear that. Wot you ‘ere for?” Spyke asked.

The squishy takes a dingy, extremely trashed gas mask out from his bag. “Can you help find something like thiiis? Looked it up… the thing helps you breeaathe.”

“‘Course. Got one right ‘ere nobody wanted.” Spyke says, taking out a gas mask that was in top condition from behind himself.

“perrrrfect. Thank you.” the squishy says, giving an appropriate amount of pay.

“been a pleasure… but tell me. Why ‘re ya wearin a paper bag?” Spyke asked.

The boy sighs a bit and says, “Momma put it on me. I can’t take it off unless i find something elllse to cover it up.”

That didn’t sit right with Spyke at all. “Why would she do somefin like that?”

“‘Cauuse I’m ugly. You don’t wanna see. Nobody should and if I show somebody I’ll just get in trouble again. And be even uglier.” he answers.

“So wot if ya are? I’m pretty darn ugly too. No reason t’ hide it. N’ fact, lemme see you. I won’t judge ya, and i won’t tell anyone.” Spyke says.

The boy thinks for a moment. “…fine. you asked for it…”

The kid removes the bag. Aside from a lot of snot he was wiping away with a handkerchief, the kid had about three painful looking scars, almost seeming to be made a few days prior. And sadly, the scars would likely not be going away since they happened while the kid was still maturing. But still, Spyke had his opinion he wanted to say.

“Not bad at all. She really make a fuss ‘bout the scars?” Spyke says.

The squishy nods, and sniffles a bit. He puts the mask on, takes a few deep breaths, and relaxes.

“muuuch better… “ the squishy sighed.

“Good. An’ jus’ one more question…” Spyke says, because he’s curious and and loathes abuse, “Yer mom give ya a difficult time of’en?”

The squishy takes a moment to decipher Spyke’s words, and then answers, “She lets me know evvvvery day I’m dissapoiiinting. I’m not even supposed to be here, but I stopped caring about that a while ago… and she hits me and yells a lot, I don’t get what i did wrooong a lot… but I guesss it was the sneaking food when i wasn’t supposed to have that daaay that landed me with thiiis.”

Way to drop a bombshell, kid. “that’s not good. ‘s wot we call abuse. Should give th’ police a ring…” Spyke says.

The kid goes wide eyed and says, “Nonono! Can’t do thaaat! She knows how to bribe them, she’s gotten guys fired or got lawyers… and in the end she always thinks i tooold on heeer when it’s aaalllways someone else!”

Spyke finds it hard to hide his anger or shock. He thinks for a moment and says, “So they’re no help… then I’ll help ya how I can. I ain’t like the cops, but I can get ya a spot away from th’ lady th’ only way I know how. You’ll ‘ave t’ hold out ‘til yer matured a bit, though. Can ya ‘ol on till then?”

The squish seems surprised. “Really? You caaaan heeelp? No joooke?”

“i don’ joke aroun’ ‘bout abuse.” Spyke says seriously.

The kid goes to wipe tears, but his gas mask is in the way. “Th-thaanks, Spyyyyke…. I can hold on if it means getting awaaay from all thaaat…”

“no problem… wot’s yer name again?” Spyke asks.

“call me Maaask…” Mask answers.

Spyke holds out a hand. Once Mask shakes it Spyke says, “Pleasure to meet ya. If ya need anyfin, even jus’ need someone t’ talk, y’know where I’ll be.”

“Thaaanks.” Mask says.

The kid soon has to leave, and Spyke waves the kid goodbye. Little does spyke know he’d be the sort of fatherly guardian figure for this kid for the next couple years, teaching him how to use his intimidating nature and how to get by with less of a struggle. He’d even be teaching the kid how to flirt and romance his crushes, which was about the only thing he was a master of and good at teaching and he’d have to squid google everything else.

6. Skull

It was about two days after a splatfest. Spyke was sitting pretty with his sea snails, having a pretty alright day. He had lots of snails and lots of shells to clean up too, but he doesn’t care too much about it at the moment. He closes his eye, and lies back. If someone wants something, they’ll get his attention.

After a while, Spyke feels something… off. Like he’s getting stared at. Like very, seriously stared at. He opens his eye and sure enough, there’s an inkling boy standing there, staring directly at him, unblinking. He had purple ink and a skull bandanna, and also lacked eyebrows. Spyke felt he was relatable in that respect. The inkling seemed to have matured into full inkling not that long ago. He still had a kinda babyish face with a tint to it the color of his ink.

The staring lasted for several more moments before Spyke says, “Wot ‘re ya starin’ fo?”

“You were asleep. I was waiting for you to wake up.” the inkling answers shortly.

“ah. Well, I’m up now. Wot ‘re ya here for?” spyke asked.

“Help me find Avi. I lost him. I think he went somewhere this way.” the boy says.

Spyke assumes he’s talking about some sort of pet at first. He agrees to help him find him and they search around the alley for about ten minutes.

“Oh. He’s right here.” the inkling says, picking up one of the assumed empty shells.

What was inside was another purple inkling, in squid form, cowering in fear, hiding his eyes. The kid reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a pair of aviator glasses.

“Avi. Got them back. Your snails too.” the inkling says.

Spyke watches the scene with lots of curiosity. Avi comes out from his hiding spot, snatching back the sunglasses and hugging the other inkling. The poor kid looks like he got roughed up.

“I’m sorry you went through that trouble Skull! How did you get them back??”

“it was nothin’. They were easy to beat up. You hurt?”

“Not too bad, I mostly got scared…”

“Glad you’re okay.”

“I’m glad you’re okay too!”

God, those two kids were adorable. Hugging and all that. The two also thank Spyke for his help, and leave. The next day, Avi is back to trade in some sea snails for slots.

“hey, c-can I ask you something real fast? Just a fast favor. But really important. It’s about Skull.” Aviator says.

“shoot.” Spyke says.

“S-so uh… how do I say this… Skull is a little… orphaned and homeless. I kinda found this out recently too, along with the fact the city will be cracking down and making sure kids with no home go to one of those foster care places. I looked them up and apparently they’re overcrowded as is and reeeeaaallly bad. Like, you’d be better off on the street bad. I know you’re a busy guy, maybe like you don’t know how to, but like… ugh… what i wanna ask is… could you pretend to be Skull’s parent figure? Just so he has someone to name as that so he won’t get sent off. Please? He’s my best friend and I don’t want him to have to go away.” Avi asks.

“Sure.” Spyke says.

“Please I’ll give- wait, you’ll really do it? Like really mean it and do that??” Avi says.

“Pretty much doin’ that for another squid too, so why not. ‘sides, we look a bit similar already, an’ nobody’ll mess wi’ ‘im if they’re tol’ I’m takin care o’ them.” Spyke says, pointing to his own lack of eyebrows.

The kid is so relieved, he starts to cry a bit. “Thank you so much, Spyke! Here, take the rest of these- you don’t have to give me rerolls for them!”

5 extra snails are plopped down in front of Spyke. He happily accepts the gift. For the next few days, each time Skull comes for a reroll, he’s calling him Dad instead of Spyke. Spyke rolls with it, and in return the kid gets a fearsome reputation and Spyke gets a lot of, “You’re really Skull’s dad?!?!?” from his customers for a while.

In a way, it sort of became the truth after a while. Same with the Mask kid. He’d hear from them or about them almost every day, and be somewhat proud of them when he hears they’ve become the best of the best. He didn’t mind it one bit, having Inkopolis’ most accurate charger and fearsome sub weapon user be his semi-adopted kids. He enjoyed his crazy, colorful, interesting existence as an urchin running his business.

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wildstarfan · 7 years

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Her story part 1

Note: if you’re not interested, just skip it. Hey guys. It’s been a while since i post something. Well, if you remember the comics i tried to do with Ika, my skeleton oc, it’s….will be transfered into a story ^^“ A lot of things happened, and i’m just hve no time to finish it. First, i’m a little lazy to do it, second, it takes a lot of time, plus i need to prepare everything for university. So, yeah. Plus i want to tell the whole story about her, that you can understand her more. Still, if you have questions even after reading a story about her, don’t be shy to ask^^ I will answer as honest as possible. Well, enough talking, time to story :) i hope you will like it^^

Darkness. Emptiness. No living creature lives here. No sound hears here. What is this place? Is it…real world? She was thinking like this. Until…she heard a voice. A very familiar voice. "No, please, don’t do it! What have we done to you?!” And cries. Who was it? Or what was it? Only she knows. After the voice, it goes another sound. A gun. “No!” She ran to the guy. What is she going to do? While she was running, another voice talked to this guy. “You’re so weak….Why should monsters like you live in a surface?” The gun was ready to shoot. She ran to them. Shouting. “Don’t hurt him!” Shot. Such loud shot. Did it kills guy? No. She protected him. She managed. But at what cost? She is bleeding. The shot was right into her soul. “Ika, no!” The guy shouted. He called her by her name. Ika With the last power she had she turned to the guy. “D-Don’t stand like this!….Huh….Run!” And he ran. Shouting for help.

But nobody came.

The guy with gun was mad. But at the same time…impressed. Ika was about to loose consciousness. But the guy with gun told her the last words she managed to hear. “It was a brave way of you to do it. What is your name, kid?”

“Noooo!” She woke up. The alarm clock was too loud that saved Ika from this nightmare. Ika looked around. To be sure if she is in a real world. Meanwhile, the alarm clock was loud and showed 06:00. She turned it off. Why did she put an alarm clock at this time, she didn’t know. But Ika was sure in one thing. That dream was again. She signed. Ika: This dream again…Damn. She stood up and went to the bathroom. Ika got used to have the same dream over and over. Ika looked at the mirror. Ika: Every day, the same dream comes to me. Why? What does it want to say? Why doesn’t it go away? She signed. Ika: I think i’m slowly becoming crazy. It was a month since she had such dream. And whatever she did, nothing helped to get it away, or to have another dream. Ika washed her face and brushed her teeth. Putting on her clothes, she went down to the living room. Ika wore her light blue t-shirt, black and red skirt with brown belt, violet jacket with hood and black boots. She also has her favourite red poncho, but she doesn’t feel like wearing it now. Ika turned on the light and came to the kitchen. She checked her fridge, but it was empty, as usual. She smiled ironicaly. Ika: Hehe, empty as usual. Well, i guess it’s Grillby’s day again. She went out of the kitchen and turned off the light. Ika was always lazy to go and by some products. Nobody knows why it’s so difficult for her. She doesn’t have a job, but somehow she has some money to survive. It was an enigma for her and everyone. Ika went to the table in the living room where a bag of money were, and took it. She checked it. Ika: Alright, how much do i have? Hmm…Not so many, but enough to buy some food at Grillby. She put a bag into her pocket, took keys and went out. Ika: I hope Carmen will not be mad at me because of food. Like last time. When Ika went out, she looked around. Ika: Huh? No one is outside. Maybe it’s too early for walk. Or i shouldn’t put my alarm clock so early. While she was talking and lookinf, a voice called her. “Ika!” It was a familiar voice. Ika turned to the voice and recognized her friend. Ika: Shiro! Shiro ran to Ika and hugged her. Ika: Nice to see you again. Shiro: Me too, Ika. How are you? Ika: I’m good thank you. And you, Shiro? Shiro: I’m good too, thank you. Where are you going? Ika: Well, i’m going to Grillby’s. Again. She smiled silly. Shiro smiled and crossed her arms. Shiro: Empty fridge again? Why don’t you buy food at the shop for home? Ika: Well, i’m a little bit lazy to do it. Shiro: Of course you’re lazy. You always say that as an excuse. Ika giggled. Ika: Yeah. By the way, why did you come to me so early? You usually sleep till 10 am or 11 am. Shiro: I had to visit my friend, but then she said that she is busy now, so…i didn’t know what to do and came to you. Ika: Hmm, okay. How about to go to Grillby’s together? Shiro: Sure, why not. They smiled. Ika closed ger house and they went to Grillby’s. Meanwhile bar was busy as usual. Monsters are having fun, Grillby is cleaning glasses. And only one skeleton sweeos a floor and sings. It was her usual day at work. But she got used to it. It seemed like nothing can disturb such atmosphere in bar. Ika and Shiro came to the bar. A skeleton noticed them. And seems like she recognized them. A skeleton girl: Shiro, Ika, hi. Ika: Hi, Carmen. Shiro: Good day, Carmen. Ika and Shiro went to Carmen. Carmen: Long time no see, Shiro. You’re rarely appear in Snowdin. Shiro: Yeah, i’m a busy girl. Carmen looked at Ika. She smiled ironicaly. Carmen: Empty fridge again. Ika sweats. Ika: Yeah, again. Please don’t be mad at me. I’ll find job soon, i promise. Shiro: You say it 10 times. Ika: I know. But this time is for sure. Carmen: Why don’t you go to work as pizza deliver? Grillby can ask you to deliver food to people and he will pay to you well. Ika: Did he pay to you well too? And silence. Then Shiro broke it. Shiro: How about we first take a sit and irder something? Ika: Good idea. Do you want something, Carmen? Carmen: No, thanks. I had breakfast already. Ika: Oh, okay. Then i will have french fries. And you, Shiro? Shiro: I will take hamburger. Ika: Okie. And then girls made an order. Grillby went to cook food. While he cooked, girls had a chat. Carmen: How are your tasks, Shiro? Shiro: Well, some of them hard, some easy, but i can do them. She smiled. Carmen: That’s good to hear. My days are as usual: breakfast, job, dinner, walk, supper and sleep. Ika: And you don’t have holidays? Or vacations? Carmen: I do have. But i don’t think that sweeping the floor and cleaning the bar is so hard job. Ika: Well, just don’t overwork yourself, alright? Carmen: I will not, don’t worry. I wonder how you spend your days, Ika. I haven’t seen you for a while. Ika took a thought. Ika: Honestly, i just spent time at home. Sometimes looking for job, sometimes walk with Undyne. But in reallity Ika didn’t want to tell Carmen and Shiro about her sleepless nights, and about this dream. What if they think that she is crazy? Shiro: Oh, so you and Undyne are friends now? Wow. How did you do that? Ika: Well… She gave a smile with wink. Ika: It’s a secret. Shiro: Aww, please tell me. I need to know. Carmen: Me too. Girls tried to beg Ika to tell the secret. But Ika only laughed. Then girls began to laugh too. Meanwhile, Grillby brang the food. Grillby: Bon appetit. Shiro: Thank you, Grillby. Ika: Thank you, Grillby. Grillby smiled and continued his job. Carmen: Well, i will go back to work. Have a nice breakfast, girls. Ika and Shiro: Thank you. Have a nice day. And they began to eat. After breakfast (if it’s actually can be called breakfast), girls went for a walk in Snowdin. Ika: Fresh air. I didn’t feel it for a long time. Shiro: It’s because you didn’t come out of your house for a long time. Ika smiled silly Ika: Yeah, maybe you’re right. Snowdin was lovely and snowy as usual. Snowdrake tells jokes, a small mouse stood with a scarf. Everyone did their things as usual. But this moment changed when Ika heard something. “No, please, help!” Ika: Huh? Did you hear that, Shiro? Shiro: Yeah. Someone must be in trouble. Let’s go and checke it out. Voice sounded more scared. “Don’t do this to me!” Shiro: Let’s go, Ika! She was about to run, but stopped. She looked at Ika. Shiro didn’t like that look of her. Shiro: Ika? Are you okay? But Ika didn’t answer. She was scared. Scared like she saw a ghost. Ika: Nooooo! With a shout she ran to this voice. Shiro: Hey! Ika, wait! And Shiro ran after Ika. But Ika was faster. Who knew that she can run so fast. Ika ran and ran deep into the snow forest. Ika: Don’t die! Please don’t die! Everything around Ika was darkness. Darkness like in her dream. Was it that dream again? Or is it reality? Ika didn’t have time to think. The only thing she needs to do is save. Save “him”. Finally she comes closer and closer to “him”. One second and the shot will happen. Ika: Don’t hurt him! And she felt on the snow. Shiro finally got to Ika. Shiro: Ika! She came to her. Shiro: Ika, are you okay? While she talked to Ika, two monsters looked at them very strangely. A cat monster: Excuse me, but about whom did you talk about? Ika tries to get herself on. Ika: Uhhh, what happened? Shiro: Thanks god you’re alright. What the hell was that, Ika?! Ika didn’t understand what Shiro talks about, but after looking at two monsters, she understood. It was not her dream again. It was her halucination. A dog monster: We were just playing snowballs, but because i don’t like this game, i asked Sam to stop throwing snowballs into me. Sam: Tim begged me to stop, then this girl ran and shield Tim. Then she fell down. How embarrassed Ika looked right now. If monsters could see her aura, it would be very red. Shiro: Ika, what the hell is wrong with you? I told you let’s go and check, but you just ran like a light. Ika: I-I….I-I don’t know…w-what happened to me….I’M SORRY! She stood up and ran into the woods. Shiro: Ika, wait! But it was too late. Ika lost into the woods. Shiro: Damn! Now i lost her. Great. Sam: If you want, we can help you. Tim: Yeah, i can try to find her with smell. Shiro: Thank you so much. I would be really apreciate it. Sam, Tim and Shiro went for Ika’s search. But they didn’t know that she ran to Waterfall. Ika hided in the cave under the waterfall. Ika: I knew it. I’m becoming crazy. This fucking dream. It’s because of it i’m crazy. Ika began to cry. She have never fell so ashamed because of her halucination. Well, she felt it sometimes when she is cooking with Undyne, but this day….It was a nightmare for her.

To be continued

Undertale belongs to Toby Fox Shiro belongs to @shiro-dovahkiin Carmen belongs to @jenny626 Ika belongs to me

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zebraslovescupcakestoo · 6 years

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Golden eyes chapter 10

I felt like time had stopped for a minute for me. I was staring at the group picture with a woman that resembles a lot like me. Sure her hair was longer and wavy, but her facial feature was quite close to mine. Even in black and white her eyes were in a strange tone of grey like mine was... even her fangs were sticking out when she was smiling. Is that... what they mean when they said about someone who shares the same eyes as mine and have that special ability? I was returned back in reality when a hand was rested on my left shoulder. I looked back at him.

“Felix, are you alright? You where quiet for a minute there.” He looked concerned.

“I.. I'm fine. It's just... This woman.” I pointed her out. “Who was she and why does she looks a lot like me?”

“That... That's our adopted aunt and the one who saved us from our execution. She stopped it right before the hit man can deliver a swing and declared that we were just kids trying to survive on the streets. Kay was a bit hesitant for our pardon, but she managed to convinced him to let us join them. She said that we had potential and great value if he'd let us prove it and make up for our looting. He had a moment of silence, then he decided to agree but only if she'd be in charge of us and we had to work for them if we're gonna live here.”

“Whoa! That's quite a story... But I still wanna know who she is.”

“I'm getting there, please be patient. We were then placed in a bedroom with two separate beds. We also had spare clothes since ours were a bit dirty so we changed to them. Then she appeared with dinner to introduce herself to us. Her name was Féline Matahari.” Wait... Féline? That's the name that the mysterious- Oswald I mean, mentioned back at the white manor estate.

“She was very kind on first impression, but Oswald was still on his guard and kept me behind him. He still doesn't trust her, thinking she's up to something. He thought she was gonna so something horrible to us and he wasn't shy telling her so.”

“He was like that even after she's JUST save your lives?!” What's stick got shoved up his butt that time?!

“He had trust issues back then. Victim of prejudice, remember? When he said that, she responded with: 'I can tell that you've had trust issue... and you have a fever.' Once she'd said that, he fell sideways on the floor.”

I was surprised.“Ouch... Was she scary?”

“No, Not really. Except when someone's... you know, acted like a 'mean piece of work for no good reason' thing. Turns out, Oswald was hiding the fact he wasn't feeling well over these past two days and kept it from me because I might get worried. Despite what he said, she took care of him that night. When he came around next day, she was there with a bowl of chicken noodles for his cold. He then took a minute to think and he shyly apologized for acting suspicious.”

“Was he always like that when meeting new people? I mean I know you've told me about trust issues but...”

“He was a bit more cautious than me, but he just needed a bit of time to open up to people. Complete opposite of me, right?” He laugh it off.

“After a week of settling in and he got better, she asked for our education to see if we are in the same level as the others at our age. Mine was pretty much up to date at the time but Oswald's... well, he knew how to speak English but... he had a bit of trouble at school because the people there were a bit.. separated. He was expelled after some kid mocked his mom and he beat him up.”

“... I... know what he feels... It's no one's fault they were born like that and nobody should bring up their family relation just so they can make a cruel joke about it.” I place a hand on my right eye and remembered way back in early school life. I had some kids mocking my unusual eyes... but I've learned to live with it and endure it.

“Seems you've had your share of troubles back then too.” He guessed it right and I nodded. “He wasn't that far behind so he quickly caught up in less then two weeks. We used to be home schooled on most nights with her so we didn't fall behind. She also convinced one of the Head Dragons to let us use some of their equipment for our 'projects' weaponry when we started to do some jobs for our leader.”

“She sounds like she really was like a real mother... Can we talk more about the people in this picture aside both of you so I can better understand on what type of people you guys grew up with?” I wanted to know more on this Red Dragons mafia so I can get a better idea on what kind of person this mysterious woman was. He looked at me with a mischievous smile again and said. “You just wanted to know more about her right now, don't cha?” Ah, pike fish! Was I really that easy to read?

He got up and paced up next to me. “Well, I AM a mouse that can keep his promises. I always do my best to bring my share of the deal. Remember back in that secret room at the House of Mouse? If I wanted you to trust me, I must have yours first. But I regretfully sort of cheated and I reverse on it since I was the who asked first due to circumstances. I'm really sorry, even if I had to keep it a secret until now.” He sounded a bit sad when he mentioned it then he returned to his cheerful side when he suddenly flopped next to me and put one arm around me and held me close. “SO without delay, I shall start explaining! Let's start with the one on the far left. His name is Kyrio Majima. He's that hit man that almost chomped us. He used to be in a different organization in Japan before he was exiled. He's an expert martial artist and was the second in command of the Red Dragons. You can tell from his face he's not someone who smiles a lot. He was a calm and collected type in public, but he's a really loyal and a softie guy, only if you're a friend of his. Oswald was his prize pupil when he found he's one heck of a potential brawler.” From what he said and pointed, he looked like a Japanese, had a long pony tail, am eye patch with a dragon design that is similar to what Oswald had worn, a black vest covering his shoulders, a white, long sleeved shirt, a chain collar that can be seen from his unbuttoned neck area, black dressed pants and some sort of leather shoes.

“The second guy next to him and Oz with a smirking side smile is Chayton Hawkeye. He's a Native from the southern regions and moved here for a new life after some rich trouser oilier stain bought his homeland at a cheap price so he can demolished it for his new villa. He used to be our gun and bomb expert and his bull's eye shots are somewhat legendary in the underworld of Chicago. He was the wisest of our group and a really good listener if you wanted some advice. He was my teacher and taught me how to use guns and when was the best time to use or not. I was really thankful for his peace teachings, other wise I'd be a trigger happy terror like Bendy. He's the one who taught us well on our weapons and what would work best for either of us. Me and Oswald learned a lot on our homemade craftsmanship under him, but I was his prized gun pupil.” The second red skinned guy that was mentioned had a black cowboy hat with a feather, shoulder length black hair, a handkerchief tied around his neck, a brown poncho with fancy, Mexican style design at the edge, some ammo belt around his waist, brown pants and boots.

“As for the third man with a skull-like mask that hides his lower half of his face, is our Boss at the time. That is Kay Chow himself. Our former boss way back. He's the one who founded the group and controls the Chinatown district. He was the guy in charge of all the Chinese businesses and then some others that are like them. He used to be the one of those street thugs that worked from bottom to the top with brains and brawn. He's also manage finances in all the shops here and then some from other regions and he's also one of the Chicago's authorities in the daytime to avoid suspicions. He's like an uncle to us once we've 'graduated' from our training and earned our place within the top members that are named the Head Dragons. It was only four, then there was six including me and Oz.” The little round man in between Mickey and Oswald had round shaded sunglasses, a black beret hat to cover his bald head, a skull mask to cover his lower face, a white Chinese jacket with a dragon symbol in the left side, a scarf around his neck, black pants and some sort of slippers I assumed.

“You guys... were called the Head Dragons... of the Red Dragons? Like, the Elite five of the Alfonso Mafia?” That would explain why they are extremely skilled at their respected fighting style...

“If you mean like the ranking and top members, yes. But let's get one thing straight for a detective of justice like yourself...” He gently grabbed my jaw and made my head turned straight at his and said in a serious tone. “We may be called a 'mafia' by many, but ours are nothing like the ones in fictions, the other police colleagues that make up and spread rumors, the other mafia families, ESPECIALLY the Alfonso's Mafia, we are nothing alike. Our group is more of an organization that helps our good people and it's victims of any kind.”

“Wh- what do you mean like that?” He lets go of my jaw and explained it.

“See, before the Red Dragons was formed and a long time ago, new settlers around the world came in this country for a new life and big dream. Some from Europe and Eastern countries, like those history classes most people hardly remembered yada yada yada. Then there was some disputes here and there between the settlers until the 'authorities' 'settles it.'” He empathized the last two words with his fingers. “Come to find out, most of them were either rich or Irish people only. Wanna guess how fair it was the rest who didn't fit the ratio like some of us?”

I gritted my teeth of how awful they were treated back then and how I was ignorant of not knowing this... Why haven't I heard of this before apart from some who really do care? Come to think of it, isn't our department... helping them? Now I'm questioning my own brand of justice and who I work under or with... apart of my good friends I knew very well, of course!

“Well since then, it wasn't easy growing up in these rough streets until Kay Chow came along. He is what you called a vigilante with his own brand of justice. He had just about enough one day with the higher ups favored only the ones that are 'qualified', stuff like that. So he started from from a small time neighborhood peacemaker to a high member of both society and underworld organization, representing the district’s itself.”

“That's quite a well brief story. Of your 'uncle' of course.”

“I know you probably wanted more details but for the sake of time right now, let's just say we are not like the other mafia that traditionally used to do. Simply put, if your moral compass gets around and pointed at the 'good guys' outside of your work field, you'll be stupefied who it will really be.”

“...” He really makes me speechless when he's like that. He then regained his smile and asked: “Do you wish to know the last person on this picture? The one you wanted to know the most?” Ah, right! That woman! “Please!” I nodded.

“That woman I mentioned earlier was Féline Matahari. She's the most gentle person in our 'family', and she's the one who saved our lives from being headless, dead bodies I've mentioned earlier. She treated us like we were her own children and taught us more than just school work. Apart from that, she's our thief, spy, and a painter. But in a good way.”

I was shocked.“She's WHAT?!?” Thief? Spy? Painter?!? That sounded like something from a novel or some kind of a joke! AND I'M NOT LAUGHING!

“Keep your nerves down! She's NOT like the rest of the people who did those. Remember what I said about our morals? She's using those skills for the greater good!”

“Like what?” I wasn't convinced on that 'good' part. He looked straight at me with dead serious in his eyes.

“For what I can tell you from the times we were working under and spend quality time with her, she's a part time care giver at our district in her day job, she's the most gentle person you'll ever meet apart from being cunning and surprisingly fierce when she needs to be. In her 'night' job, She a 'thief' in name only! Unlike the other traditionally thieves who looted for money or collections, she only steal from the rich and wealthy to give to the poor when needed with NO rewards in exchange! She's our master of disguise and can gather information on people now and then to keep info on what's going on without making contacts, I can assure you. She can paint the most beautiful pictures that can be displayed at a national museum if she'd could.”

“... Then why... did she choose that life? And why did she have to do with me and our 'sight' connection?”

He pouted and said. “For your first question, she didn't had a choice from the beginning and for your second, can't you really tell just by looking at her?” I didn't have an answer for that until he sighed and dropped huge bomb shell on me.

“She's your mother! Did you ever thought of that? What else do you think you both look alike?”

My eyes were widen and I started to tremble again. The picture frame slipped from my hands and landed on the bed sheets. He quickly grabbed it and set it on the night stand. I hugged myself to keep myself under control. He then tried to help me get back in reality. “Take it easy. You're still a bit-” I immediately got up and said. “I'm sorry for causing a lot of troubles. I need to-”

* BADUM! * There was that strange feeling again. No! Not now! I stumbled to the side before I lose conscious again.

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I was then in a golden, fogged area. It kinda feels familiar somewhat, like I've been here before but I can't remember when. The there was that deep voice. “Knell down, Felix. She is here” Suddenly, my body obeyed it's command and I was confused. I then saw a figure coming closer and clearer until 'she' was revealed herself to me. She had a straight, long, hairstyle with cat like black hair. A black mask that's quite similar to the one I've wore at that violin performance. She also had tanned skin and wore a white Egyptian style white dress with golden accessories and sandals. She emits some sort of aura that I can't describe if it's peaceful or threatening, and it didn't help that there was some animal ghosts each aside her that resembles like wild cats. She then spoke. “It took me long enough to reach you, poor child. You've been manipulated from those corrupted souls that tried to keep you from nurturing your true potential.” She cupped my face with both her hands. It felt warm and soft... “Now that one of my rings in in your hands, I can now teach you how to use the eye of Ra you've inherited from your mother's bloodline.”

“Wait, who are you? And what do you mean by eye of Ra and the bloodline thing?” What is she planing? Did she wanted to use my body as her vessel again or something?

“I am Bastet, daughter of Ra and Goddess of protection and cats. I am one who gave your ancestor my gift.” Some 'Goddess of protection and cats' had gave my ancestor that 'gift'? This has GOT to be the most stupidest dream I have up to date! “Seems I wasn't convincing enough. Here, I shall show you how to use it, now that you have that ring.” She then stood behind me and grabbed my left arm by my wrist and make it straight while she covered her other hand over my eyes. “If you wished to see what is hidden, close your eyes and concentrate on what you wished to see. Now, 'seek' the door.” This gets weirder and weirder... fine. I imagined a door and I felt my eyes tingling, the a flash. “Good, now opened them.” I did so and before me was a golden, hieroglyph encrypted door. I hear someone calling my name behind it. “Your friend is calling for you. I must return your world. Do not worry, we shall meet again.” I was then pulled toward the door as I was losing my focus again and being blinded with bright light as I got closer to it...

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I gasped and got up quickly afterwards. I panted and looked around again. I'm still in that green room I was not so long ago and Mickey got surprised that I awoke terrified. Can't say the same for the other person in the room with him, Oswald had and eye brow lifted and he still had that serious poker face lips. “Are you trying to resurrect yourself like that whenever you get up, Hēi māo?” I glared at him and said. “Do you enjoy watching people sleep unconscious?”

“If I had some almond cookies with my drink and maybe some pens to draw on your face, it would be more than an enjoyable pass time for me.” He then took a drink from his cup he had in his hands as I growled silently.

Sass-@$$... Mickey came up to me to see if I was alright after I unexpectedly fainted. “How do you feel?” He offered a hand to help me get out of bed. I kindly gestured a refusal.“I'm fine just... had a crazy dream or something. Anyways, what are you doing here?”

“Deciding whether I should have ice cream tonight or should I help you knock some sense in you if Bastet fail to convince ya.”

“...” My expression is now dumbfound. What did he just said?

“Judging from your face expression, it was her who summoned ya twenty minutes ago. Am I right?” He then sets his drink on the desk.

!!! What the H3LL! Is he really psychic?! “How did YOU know? What's your story with that Bastet business and why does she want with me?” I got up and walked toward to him. He may have a rough background from what Mickey told me, but he's still not gonna get any sympathy from me with that kind of attitude. He then leaned a bit on the desk as if he rested a bit. Crossed his arm and put a hand on his chin as he looked like he was thinking. “Why ask me? I'm not the one familiar with those 'abilities.'” I stared at him face to face so I could have him spill the beans.

“I'm not falling for that! I just heard you a few seconds ago about Bastet! YOU know what she is, don't you?”

“Ah, so my guess was correct. She introduced herself and showed you how to use that eye sight of yours properly, am I wrong?” He smirked. Now this raised more questions than answers!

“Then WHAT is she? How did you knew her if you don't have any connection with her? And why didn't she- GHK!” He once again, grabbed my jaw before I can finished my sentence. “Look, Hēi māo. I'm not the one with all the answers. I merely had some knowledge of what it can do from your mother. If you wanted to know more about Bastet, there's a place called the library. You might learned a thing or two. Use your own brain and try not to look dumb the next time I see you.”

I immediately backed off and broke free from his hand. “Fine! But first, I want to know somethings. I get it where you both came from, the reason you both ran away from that abusive 'mother', how you ended up here, how you met her and were raised under her wings and such. I get it that your 'family' morals are like a Robin Hood style like and so on, but why... why did she... or didn't... just tell me why she chose that life, dog gone it!” I demanded him and tried not to yell at the last part. I was hurt on the inside because of what's happening these past few days... It came all too quickly! I used to be just an average guy who works in the line of duty as a detective against Bendy Drew and the Alfonso mafia for what they did to my father and their victims. Now suddenly I'm told that my mother that I barely never knew is in a mafia (Well, a group of street vigilantes to be more accurate...) and I was part of a bloodline that's related to some Goddess that gave me some special eye sight that causes nothing but troubles all my life. But what I wanted the most from her is why did she leave me and my father so many years ago.

“What makes you think I'll tell ya after our brawl last night?” He smiled like a malicious, cheshire cat, indicating he's not gonna let me off the hook for what I did last night. Mickey said his name as to scold him until I said the following. “...That wasn't me... I can tell from that stupid smile on your face that you knew all along who it really was...” I grew angrier by the minute. “Like I'm gonna tell everything I know to someone who can barely lay a scratch on that Yúchǔn de èmó. If you wanted to know more about her that badly-” He then surprises me when he pulled over my shirt over my head. Not to take it off, but my blinding and binding me. “-then prove to me if you are worthy of that 'gift' first.” He then what I assumed escaped quickly. Mickey helped me to put it back on. “I'm sorry for what he- hey wait!” I didn't let him finished apologizing for his brother which he shouldn't cause I ran after him after a couple of seconds. I was now blazing mad cause now I'm gonna kick his cotton tail butt so hard, his ancestors will have a bruise n'!!! I opened the door and I was in a red hallway with several doors in Chinese architectures.

“Is this... are we at the House of Mouse?” He followed me afterwards. “No. This is the clinic center with multiple rooms that serves for it's own purposes. This wing is reserved for us and some that are in need. But please, listen to me. Oswald's was-”

“He knows something I don't and-!” He grabbed my shoulder and turned me to him face to face. “Felix, calm down! He's just adding fuel to that fire of your and he's gonna make you eat dirt for lunch again if you catch up with him .” I stood still and calm down for a few seconds until I admit my defeat. I sighed and scratched my head. “You're right. I'm sorry, I shouldn't act like that, even if it was him... I was frustrated and... lost. When you told me you both knew my mother and everything was kept secret from me except a few, how am I supposed to know I had this sight from her, how to use it before this whole mess piles up and knew what happened to her.” He had a sad expression in his face and then, he hugged me unexpectedly.

“I'm sorry. Part of this is my fault. I should have been more considerate of your situation and asked if you really did knew anything about it in the first place. We were told what they knew and we just assumed you'd knew already.” The sound of his voice was also sad. He may be an actor, but I get the feeling he's not faking it right now.

“You mean... they as in the two people who knew about my sight?” Oswald DID mentioned of the two people who knew about my eye sight ability. “Is it my parent you were referring to? Did you knew my father back then too?”

“Actually...” He lets go and took a few steps back, resuming his composure. “It's true your mother WAS the first person who told us about that, but as for you father, we never knew about it until you've mentioned it.” Well, that was confusing.

“Huh? But... I've only told him about it and I never mentioned to anyone else but you two. How's that possible?” If the other wasn't my dad, then... who is it?

“Remembered what I mentioned about a friend of your father's that is in the witness protection program?”

“Yeah. Oh! You mean- are 'they' still alive? Can I go see 'them'? They might know some..thing?” He shook his head when I asked about it. “Did you also remembered they are on Bendy's hit list cause 'they' can bring him down if 'we' played our cards right?” Oh, right. I remembered that... “Shoot. I forgot about that... but... how...” I sighted again out of confusion. He then got a determined expression. “Don't worry, Felix. I'm taking full responsibility for putting you into much trouble and I promised to make up for it once this is over. So for now, let's focus on the missing jewels AND the dogs. Our undercover informants have located both of them and now we know exactly where they are.”

“They did?” He nodded. “Yup! You'd be surprised of how many people we've helped over the years and it's finally paid off. It's more than beneficial motives if we help our friends, before asking for help. It's best if we all worked together in the name of our brand of justice we believed in.” He sounded like a 'heroic' kid.

He really does have a characteristic charm that draws people to him. He's just as friendly as that cartoon he was named after, despite of a few flaws, he really did tried to avoid blood shed and violence, he even cares for the people in his life despite the fact there were some who didn't like him... It's like if there was some dark clouds in the sky, he'd always does his best to bring out the sunshine in everybody. I sometimes wished there was more people like him in the world so it doesn't seem so bad. How did he ever keep his hopes up after what he's been through?

“So what the plan?” If they knew where they are, there shouldn't be a problem. Right?

“Well, the location is simple. It's at the King Dice casino. Our thieves are none other than their two magicians, Cuphead and Mugman. They are behind most of the robberies of the necklaces”

“Wait, you mean those two with the red and blue tuxedos that pulled a dirty trick on you last night? Er-” I covered my mouth. Carp fish! Me and my big fat mouth. He was shocked when I said that and then asked. “... how much... did you know?”

“I... I was hidden in a truck full of those marijuana plants, including that poisonous flower that was at Mr. Vermelho's place. I was trying to find out about the new whereabouts of Bendy's drug manufacturing factory. We were supposed to be someplace else, but somehow they stopped here and then... Those magicians showed up and... they killed them. I then saw that blue guy took the flower, and then I followed them up until the circus and then... you came along and the rest... you'd probably know it.” He then paused for a moment and replied.

“I see. So I guess I have a lot of explaining to do. If you wished to know more, may I asked to save it for another time? Right now we have to prepare for the switch tomorrow tonight.”

“Huh? The switch?” What is he talking about this time?

“The one you have a big order to fill.” Then there was that voice from behind me that scares one of my nine lives out of me and I jumped in Mickeys arms while I screamed like cat. I looked who it was and it was him again!

“WHAT THE H3LL!” I yelled at him. How long was HE there? “Oswald, you really need more friends to help with that... you know.” Mickey said with a concerned tone.

“We can deal with that some other time but for now, I'm testing that Hēi māo's sight with that ring. If that doesn't work, we need to come up with a different plan.” While he stated that, I've noticed a jewelry case in his right hand.

“You want to know more on your mother, then pass this test.” He opened up the case and there was two identical pair of earrings. They both had turquoise colored stones in a shape of a roses and for the first time, my sight doesn't acted up. Is it because of the ring? I got down from Mickey's arms and looked at them.

“Ok, now tell me which ones are the real deal. Do you need my explanation on how to spot the difference?” He bluntly said.

I really don't know what to response, but... I looked at the ring again and thought back on what happened in that dream... If I asked to show me, will it work? I closed my eyes and concentrated. 'Please show me the real earring.' Then a light flashed. I opened my eyes and now the earrings on the right glowed brightly, indicating as previously mentioned, are the real ones. I pointed them out. “The ones on the right.”

“Ah good. You're good to go. Now listen up, we're gonna swap back our missing jewels and rescued the animals. Long story short, they also kidnapped the mutts and the monkey.”

“What? I mean. I could understand that they wanted the jewelries, but the animals? Why?”

”I can explain.” Mickey steps in. “See, the time from while you were investigating between the Fallen Glass shop and the late Mr. Blancheur's estate, I did some on my own. I happened to stumble upon a case of animal abuse charges against the King Dice's entertainment staff. Luckily, I have a good friend in the attorney system to help me plead a bargain that if they seized over their remaining animals that are still alive, the authorities will cease to press further charges and they won't pay a single fine.”

Animal abuse? At the King Dice casino? Are they... are those wild cats that those magicians have previously mentioned that they were rescued back at the circus, used to belong to them? What on earth is going on in that casino?

“Seems like they are trying to find a new act for their show so they are trying not to get caught again by switching from wild cats to dogs and a monkey.”

“I see.” Now the puzzles are starting to fall into place. I started to deduct the whole case while I paces back and forth.

“I can now see how all of this web of crimes is started to make more sense. This all started with a deal between Bendy, the two magicians and that manager, Giovanchi Dazzardo, also known as King Dice there, and you two as their witness. Am I correct?” I pointed them out. Mickey had that guilty look in his face while Oswald, yeah he didn't changed his expression much.

“The deal was that Bendy wanted that special machine for renewing his drug deals after that bust our forces have smoke out. It was a one of a kind that could make a new type of drugs that can change these drug deals on the streets. At the same time, these casino people are also making forgeries and copies for profit. They wanted the real jewelries and similar items so that they can sell it in the black markets and make some deals like they were selling the 'real' thing at a 'convincing' price. With all of that going on, they both reached in an agreement. Bendy will helped them steal the priceless jewels and they will trade it for their special machine without charge. Am I right so far?” Mickey nodded.

“But however, there was somethings that was unexpected. First, the animal's kidnappings case. That threw everyone out of the loop for a while until you've mentioned about their animal abuse charges. They needed some new 'materials' for their shows so this might have been added on the run. I bet ya five dollars that the monkey and those dogs are now in their possession, terrified. I also bet that the mystery monkey trainer from that Lavender Pearls case might be...”

“He was found dead at a construction site near that Oak park. His face was unrecognizable until they've found some orange hair inside the suit. We were able to locate him but we didn't know where the monkey was until now.” Oswald explained. I was surprised but then I sighed cause I sort of predicted that could be the case. But for now, I need to focus on the bigger piece of the puzzle.

“Thank you... for clarifying his fate. Are they also responsible for it?”

“Plausible, but there's still lack of evidence against them.”

I tsked. “Seems like they are a real piece of work like Bendy... Ah! Sorry! Let me continue. Meanwhile on Bendy's turf, he met Mr. Vermelho probably at some social gathering event. The green man himself had a few felonies under his belt back in South America. His front business was selling plants, fresh fruits and vegetables, while his 'real' deals were the marijuana. Not to mentioned his latest feats, the stolen Snake's Emeralds from a museum. He flea to here so that they cannot reach him for interrogation or just to avoid the authorities over there. If anything, Bendy had made an unlikely 'partnership' when he found out about his real business... hm?” I looked at their expression when I noticed they were looking at the side, opposite of each other.

Mickey had that sadness expression from earlier and had a bit of tears in his eyes. While Oswald on the other hand, had an angry expression and shook a bit with his arms crossed. They notice I was watching and they resumed their composure. “Please excuse us, we... had an unsettling moment. Please continue.” Mickey explained. Is there... something I shouldn't said? No, not now, I can figure it out later.

“Well, as I was saying. They made a pact that they both agreed on. Bendy will have a share of it's weed profit while he covers Mr. Vermelho's felonies in South America such as paying off the police over there and journalists too. I know he can manipulate most of them and how he deals with some that were... against him. Then came the second obstacle that neither side saw it coming. The late Mr. Blancheur. He was the CEO of the W.H.I.T.E. company that was falling on hard times. The records of his factory purchase are at a friend of mine for safe keeping. They all used to be under Bendy's name, but somehow they didn't make as much as they expected. So he sold them at least twice the amount they're really worth to the late Mr. Blancheur. But that's not the real reason he was killed. I found the-! THE NOTE! IT WAS-” Oswald then took out the piece of paper that was from Mr. Vermelho's estate. I exhaled in relief.“Oh, thank you Oswald. I thought it was a goner.”

“Is this his?” I nodded. “As you can see, Mr. Blancheur have found out about their scheme and he wanted some big cash for his silence. However, he underestimated Bendy's power and that got himself killed. But it was not by his hands, I... I had that 'sight' that was quite stubborn at the time when it wanted to show me something... I guessed you guys knew what I mean.”

“...”

“So as I was saying, I 'saw' the footprints and paw prints. I deducted that they had a struggle. To keep it short, Mr. Blancheur was supposed to be poisoned, but it didn't kill him quickly as the murderer wanted to. So he must have strangled him to death. The poodle tried to protect his master but then he was dog napped. They passed through it's balcony along with two other accomplices that isn't Bendy or Boris cause their shoe sizes don't match. Believe me, I know.”

Oswald asked. “So the only plausible suspects left might be the two magicians, Cuphead and Mugman.”

“You're exactly right. Nobody else could have done it but them. Those guys have been pretty crafty in their line of thievery. They must have used different methods in each missing necklaces cases apart of the Snake's Emeralds because it was never stolen. Mickey and I both saw it back at the House of Mouse V.I.P. booth. If I can guessed on what they each used in the heist, the Snowflake Diamonds where the butcher gang was used to create an impression that a brute muscle suspect was the culprit. The Lavender Pearls was also probably their work too. They must have hired the monkey trainer and they falsely promised him a reward of some kind so that they can fool the police, including myself, to think it was an irrelevant case to a much bigger picture here. Once they've got the pearls, they took him out of the picture and took the poor monkey for their new act too. Then they went for the biggest prize at the art galley. The sapphire collar itself along with some other merchandises your company's gonna launch and other famous jewelries for the show. The display cases had multiple cut opened glasses in different sizes must have been a prank distraction. Not to mentioned there was some bizarre toys that were specially made to release knock out gas for the security guards inside the museum. They might have thought it in advance of how they knew layouts of the place by heart and which jewelries were real and fake.”

“Then how did they knew it in advance? We might have advertised a few days in advance, but that still didn't explain how they knew where everything was. It must have been someone from the inside.” Oswald have deducted.

“I thought the same thing too. It is plausible that it might be one of Bendy's men, but I already eliminated that possibility. If anyone has met all of that criteria, It would be the disguised owner of the art gallery, William Babera. However, it was Bendy Drew himself in disguise.” I revealed an important crucial evidence that I've never mentioned to anyone. Boy! Where they surprised!

“Wowzerz! I never noticed him!” Mickey was shocked. Oswald on the other hand, wasn't convinced. “You better have a good explanation. We're under enough pressure from China, now you better not suck this late in the game! Why do you think it was Bendy who was impersonating the owner and how did you know it all along?” He stared at me and I glared back. “Like you said way back at the tea shop, I don't share my information with just about anyone either, at least not without proof.”

Now it was a heated debated and a stare down between me and him. “How can you prove that Bendy was Mr. Babera at the time you where at the museum?” He fired first.

“I have a record of all the people who worked at the time of the preparations and the records on the security staff during that time.”

“So you have their records, big deal. That doesn't prove a thing.”

“Not unless you knew the man before hand. I've actually met him a few times before this event happened.”

“Oh really, Hēi māo?” He glared intensely and sending some threatening aura, but I was prepared this time.

“Yes, and I can tell you right now he wasn't the same man when I when to investigate that day AND I can prove he WAS absent the whole time and where the real Mr. Babera is right now. Tùzǐ ” I said to him in his 'spiritual' animal in his Chinese language.

That threw him off guard and blushed a bit for a second and then regain his grounds. “My my, you've learned a new trick, but flattery will get you nowhere with me. Now, what evidence you've indicated that proved Mr. Babera-” He then locked his forehead to mine. “-and that Bendy De Mon's impersonation of him that got flawed and you've detected? Here's your chance to impress me, cat.”

TO BE CONTINUED..... Chapter 11

Read chapter 9 here.

Read the beginning here: Chapter 1

----Author’s Notes----

And now we’ve hit the decade digits! This is the second part of the back stories with this version. I kinda wanted to have a Chinese vigilantes that has some morals like the Persona 5′s. This game was awesome and it inspired this story!

I wanted to create a special vigilante group that battles against corrupted and rotten ‘figures’ in the society like the Team Aristocats, but unlike them, they work on a different level like with Batman and Chief Gordon. They both work for the good but on a different team.

I already mentioned on the previous chapter that Bastet is Felix’s guardian. She’s gonna play an important role in this story later on.

I hope you enjoy your week, cause right now I’m not feeling so good these past few days....

Tune in next week when Felix explains why the real Director isn’t the same guy Bendy was posing on the first chapter.

BBTIM Characters belong to Marini 4.

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