#and Cass which is just sad in general because now she’s gotta go through the rest of her training as a *bat* without her dad :( (I also made

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What It Takes to Survive

Whumptober Day 19: Bitten

(Yes I hate zombie apocalypse AUs because they’re sad, yes I’m writing one anyway. It’s okay when I do it)

Summary:

Jason: man i sure do love having two hands :)

Me, halfway through sawing his arm off: what

(Basically it's a zombie apocalypse AU and Jason gets bitten so Steph has to cut his arm off. Lots of fun for the whole family!)

Trigger Warnings: Amputation, Gore, uhhhh idk general blood and zombie stuff

“What about fish?” “What about ‘em?” “You know. The virus,” Steph says. She taps the end of her baseball bat against the pavement as she walks. “Could a fish turn?” Jason makes a face. “Who would wanna bite a fish?” He shoves aside an abandoned tire with his foot. They watch it trundle down the cracked sidewalk ahead of them before rolling to a stop and falling on its side. Steph shrugs, conceding the point. “I guess it’s more of a ‘science for the sake of science’ kind of experiment. Unless it was bitten by another fish in the wild, but that would still require someone to bite the first fish.” “I don’t think fish have teeth.” “Sure they do. They gotta chew those flakes somehow.” The street ahead of them is deserted, as is the street behind them. And in every other direction. Today it’s Steph and Jason’s turn to scavenge for supplies, which means it’s their turn to venture into the zombie-infested wasteland that used to be Gotham City. Usually they stick closer to their hideout than this, but Duke has been sick for over a week now. Dick is pretty sure it’s just an infection, but Duke won’t get better without antibiotics.

“Maybe it’s in the water supply,” Jason muses. “Y’know, a zombie decays in a lake, gets its germs in the water. Fish catch the virus…” He spreads his hands. “Zombie fish.” “I think it would be cool. Like keeping a pet shark, but smaller and more deadly.” Steph stops at the edge of the deserted parking lot. She holds a hand over her eyes, blocking them from the sun so she can read the unlit sign of the pharmacy. “You sure this place will have something?” “Nope,” Jason says. “Let’s go.” A few zombies mill mindlessly around the lot. Careful not to be spotted by the horde, Steph stands on top of a tipped-over shopping cart. She lifts up on her toes and scans the outside of the building. “There,” she says, pointing. “They won’t see us if we go in through there.” A window has been smashed at the northern side of the store, out of sight of any zombies who still have eyes. Jason lets out a curse when he follows her gaze to the broken window. “Hopefully the last scavengers left some stuff for us.” They sneak through the lot quietly, Steph gripping her baseball bat for dear life and Jason swinging his crowbar like he's already gearing up to start bashing skulls. They make it to the window without being noticed, mercifully. Steph gives Jason a boost. She grimaces at the smear of dirt his sneaker leaves on her palm. He peers in through the window. “Clear,” he whispers back to her. He climbs in, wriggling through the gap. In a way, it’s lucky that they’ve all been on the brink of starvation since the virus first hit, or this might have been difficult. Jason turns back to pull Stephanie up behind him. She lands soundlessly on the linoleum, instincts bared and at the ready. They stay silent, being wary of every dark corner and hidden nook where a zombie could be lurking. After a sweep of the place comes up without results, Steph lets out a breath. “I think we’re good.” Jason nods. “I’ll look for the meds. Try and scavenge whatever you can carry.” He heads for the pharmacy at the back of the store. The aisles have been just about picked clean of anything useful, but Steph makes do. Some expired-but-still-good gummy worms for Tim. A three-in-one puzzle set for Cass. Some nail polish for Dick and new crayons for Damian. Steph gets basic toiletries and food, along with some cheap novels that didn’t make the cut to be in a regular bookstore, but they’ll be enough to keep the group entertained on quiet nights. Absently, Steph wonders if any of the authors are still alive. If they are, do they still write? Is there a point to it if the majority of their audience is either zombiefied or dead? The end of the world makes even the little things seem pointless when she thinks about it too hard, so she doesn’t. Instead, Steph thinks about how relieved Dick will be when she and Jason return in one piece. She thinks about Duke’s smile and about teaching Tim how to do a cartwheel. She thinks about warm nights on a bare mattress with Damian on one side of her and Cass on the other. It’s enough to keep her moving. Steph is in the middle of ripping open a box of semi-stale crackers when she hears a crash at the back of the store. She stands from her crouch, the box slipping from her fingers. She waits. There is no telltale sound of zombies shuffling over from outside, drawn in by the noise, so she risks voicing a quiet, “Jay? Everything okay?” She tightens her grip on her bat. Then she hears it. Growling. “Jay!” Steph abandons her supplies and races for the back of the store, bat up and primed to swing. She bursts in on Jason grappling with a zombie outside the open door of what looks like a long-abandoned office. Two more stumble out—probably shut away in the office by the last survivors who came through here. Should’ve checked the office. Hesitation means death in this new world, so Steph doesn’t hesitate. She bashes her bat through the decaying skull of the zombie closest to Jason’s unprotected back. Brain matter splatters on the floor. Another one claws at Steph’s hair, yanking her back with its rotting fingers. She smashes

her bat into its chest to knock it back. “Any others I should know about?” she asks breathlessly. Jason doesn’t answer, too busy trying not to get bitten or gutted. His opponent snaps its jaws at him, perilously close to nipping skin. He shoves it back with his arms and jams a screwdriver through its eye. The zombie falls to the ground, lifeless for the second time. Steph takes hers out soon after. She wipes blood off her face with her sleeve, panting. There’s blood spatter on her purple hoodie. “We should really come up with a signal for next time one of us is getting attacked by zombies. I like ‘pumpernickel.’ Did you find the meds?” Jason doesn’t seem to hear her. He’s staring blankly at his arm, caught in a trance. His skin has gone ghostly pale. Steph’s stomach sinks down through her body, through the floor, down, down to the center of the earth and out the other side. “Jason?” His name comes out like a denial. He doesn’t answer. Steph reaches for him, but Jason stumbles back at once, flinging a hand out to stop her. “D-Don’t touch me, Steph.” His eyes are wild. Scared. Steph doesn’t want to look because she knows what she’ll find, and then there’s no going back. But she has to. The first thing she sees is the orange pill bottle clenched in his hand. Then the bite—bleeding and jagged and real. The zombie tore into a spot halfway down his forearm, tearing through the muscle and leaving a gaping wound in the shape of teeth. The skin on the edges of it is already turning a sickly red. “You—you need to get out of here,” Jason tells her. He holds his arm out almost like, if he keeps the bite far enough from his body, it can’t poison him. “No,” Steph says, her voice hoarse. “Steph.” “I said no. Maybe you’re still okay. Maybe it’s not—” She can’t finish. They both know it is. “We’re out of time,” Jason says. He tosses her the medicine and his bag of supplies. Lastly, he hands her the crowbar. “Go for the head, and then get the fuck out of here as fast as you can. Tell the others I’m sorry.” The crowbar feels enormous in Steph’s hands. Cold. Deadly. “I’m not killing you, Jason.” “Steph, please.” Jason’s voice breaks. He’s crying almost as much as she is. “I don’t want to be one of them.” Steph still doesn’t move, so Jason steps back, out of her reach. “Fine.” He takes the backup pistol from his waistband. “Then I’ll fucking do it.” He raises the gun to his head. “Jay, wait.” Steph seizes his wrist before he can pull the trigger. “Please, we can—there has to be something we can do.” “I’m bit, Steph. There’s no coming back from this.” “Bullshit.” She wrenches the gun from his hand. “It’s only been a few minutes. Maybe...maybe it hasn’t reached your bloodstream yet. Maybe we can still save you.” Every victim turns within four hours of being bitten. There’s no way to know when you’ve reached the point of no return, but Steph isn’t losing another family member. Not without a fight. “You don’t know it’ll work,” Jason says weakly. His arm trembles in her grasp. “Well, I’m not going back there to tell them all that you—” Steph chokes back a sob. She tightens her hold on his wrist like she can keep him tethered here in the land of the living through sheer will. “Just let me try. Please, Jason. We can’t lose you.” Jason is silent for a moment. His eyes are glossy, turquoise pools tainted with fear. “If I turn…” “I know. I will. Just let me try.” Jason bites his lip. Steph tries not to imagine those teeth biting through flesh, mindless and hungry. “You’ll need a knife. Something—something sturdy. It’s gotta cut through bone.” A shiver rattles down Steph’s spine. God. They’re really doing this. Steph tries to steady her wobbly nerves; she won’t be of any use to Jason if she’s a terrified mess. He needs her to be strong right now. “Sit down,” Steph says, jumping into action-mode. “I’m going to grab the rest of the supplies.” She stares him down, tucking his pistol into her own waistband. “Don’t do anything stupid until I get back.” Read as: Don’t try to kill yourself or I’ll drag you back from the dead

and skin you alive. She leaves Jason in the back office and goes to fetch her things. She makes quick work of it, grabbing whatever additional supplies she can get her hands on because once the arm is off, it’s going to be a race against the clock to make it back home before he bleeds out. Not to mention the very real possibility of him succumbing to infection on the way. Don’t think about it, Steph tells herself as she shoves as many ravioli cans into her bag as she can fit. Dick and Barbara will be able to handle everything from there. All she has to do is cut the arm off and get Jason to the hideout. She just needs to be strong until then. After she has everything packed, Steph locks and blocks every entrance. They can’t afford another attack now. She starts for the back of the store, then, as an afterthought, doubles back for the novelty bottles of booze by the gift section. She closes the office door behind her when she returns, relieved to find Jason sitting on the floor, still in one piece. The infection has already spread, turning the skin an inch around the wound pale green. Steph kneels beside him and dumps her spoils on the floor: peroxide, gauze, and her biggest knife. She eyes his bag full of pill bottles. “Painkillers?” Jason shakes his head. Steph doesn’t ask if that means he couldn’t find any, or if he’s unwilling to take drugs even now, when she’s about to… “I could knock you out,” Steph offers. “You can’t drag me back yourself.” Which is true, but Steph still feels awful that she can’t take away his pain. “Drink this,” she instructs, shoving the alcohol at him. Jason snorts. “S’not gonna do much.” But he unscrews the top of the first bottle and starts chugging. With trembling hands, Steph takes off her belt and cinches it tightly above Jason’s elbow. He winces. “I don’t know if I should pour the peroxide on before or after,” Steph admits. “After, I guess. Not much you can do for it now.” He means it jokingly, but Jason sounds as petrified as she is. “Could be worse,” Steph offers. “You could’ve been a lefty.” Jason doesn’t laugh. Steph tightens the tourniquet again. She’s stalling, she knows. She wants to go back to five minutes ago when the world was ruined but they were still okay. “Here, lie down.” She pushes gently on his shoulder so he’s lying on his back, the infected arm stretched out beside him. Steph takes a deep breath. She picks up the knife. “Wait, wait,” Jason says, grabbing her arm. His palm is slick with sweat. He’s shaking so badly it’s hard to get the words out. “Outside. They’ll hear.” He’s right. It’s unlikely that this place is soundproof, and the last thing they need is more zombies coming for them when Jason is already incapacitated. Steph takes the scarf she grabbed for Barbara and folds it up the best she can. “Bite down on this,” she instructs him. Jason hesitates. “Promise me you’ll do it if this doesn’t work.” “I promise.” Jason takes the fabric between his teeth and lies back, all of him shaking. Steph lifts the knife again. She can’t prolong this any longer. “Want me to count to three?” Jason shakes his head, closing his eyes. “Okay,” she says. She lays the knife against Jason’s arm, two inches above the bite. Jason flinches at the cold metal. They haven’t even reached the worst part yet. “I’m sorry,” Steph says. She presses down. Jason strains to keep himself quiet for all of five seconds. Even through the gag, his screams ring in Steph’s ears and echo around the small room. She saw faster, knowing it’s only a matter of time before the zombies outside hear and come to investigate. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry—” She doesn’t stop cutting, not even when she hits bone. Jason howls, tears streaming down his face. His legs kick out desperately. His other arm flails, nails scraping on the linoleum as they scramble for something to hold onto. This part is harder. Steph has to lean her full weight on the knife until, finally, there’s a resounding crack and Jason screams. “Okay, okay, it’s over,” Steph says when she’s made it all the way through.

Shit, there’s so much blood. How much blood loss is too much? She frantically pours on the peroxide, cursing her limited fourteen-year-old knowledge. Jason whines through the makeshift gag. Steph wraps layer after layer of gauze around the bloody stump. She has nothing to stitch it with and no way to cauterize it, so the tourniquet will have to hold until they get back to base and the others can take over. She finishes wrapping the wound the best she can. “Alright, I think—I think it’s done.” She shoves the bloody supplies into her bag. “C’mon, Jay, we need to go. You lost a lot of blood.” Jason doesn’t move. He’s breathing raggedly, fresh tears sliding down his sweaty cheeks. Steph tugs on his remaining arm, urging him to sit up. “Come on, Jason. Worst part’s over. We have to get back to the others.” “Just go,” Jason whimpers, his voice shuddering. Steph wants to scream at him. “No. Get up. We’re going back to the hideout, and you’re gonna be fine.” Whether you like it or not. Jason shakes his head. He’s too pale already. How much blood has he lost? How much does he have left? “Jason Peter Todd,” Steph snaps. She grabs the front of his bloodied shirt, trying to pull him upright. “You don’t get to do this. I’m not letting you lie down here and die. What about the others, huh? Dick and Cass and Damian, what about them? They need you, Jason. They need us to get back alive, but I can’t do that if you don’t get the fuck up.” She pulls harder, a sob punching its way out of her lungs. “Please.” Jason looks up at her, tears trailing down to his temples. Finally, he nods. Steph bullies him up to his feet, keeping a firm hold on him when he sways. She shrugs both of their bags over her shoulder and supports Jason’s weight on her other side. “See? We got this. You’re going to be fine. We’re both going to be fine.” Please, she sends up to the universe. Don’t let it all be for nothing. Steph makes an effort not to think about the severed arm on the floor as they shuffle out of the office, a tangled creature of boy and girl. It’ll probably be picked clean by zombies before morning, not unlike a chicken wing at a Superbowl party. Steph’s already unsteady gag reflex threatens to give, so she focuses on the task at hand. “It’s just three blocks. We can make it,” she says, more for herself than for Jason, whose eyelids droop dangerously as they walk. “We’ll make it.” It’s a long walk—longer than three blocks should be. But Jason is weak from pain and blood loss, so a slow stumble is already more than Steph can ask for. The gauze is staining through with red. Steph is the only thing keeping Jason’s barely conscious form upright at this point, but she doesn’t dare quit. She can’t.

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“Thank god,” Tim says, throwing open the door of their disheveled excuse of a house, tucked in one of the few relatively safe areas of Gotham left. “I thought you two were—” That’s when Tim sees Jason’s arm, or lack thereof, and visibly pales. “Oh, crap.” “They’re back?” Dick appears behind Tim, nearly knocking the kid over in his haste. He’s grinning, but it quickly melts into horror. “Jason!” Dick rushes forward, supporting Jason’s other side. He helps Steph hobble him into the house. Jason’s head lolls forward dangerously. “What the hell happened?” “Bite,” is all Steph says. She can’t remember the last time she was so drained. “Had to cut it off. He’s lost a lot of blood.” “Jesus,” Dick breathes. He shouts into the house, “Barbara! Get the medical kit!” Everything after that happens in blurry, distorted flashes. Getting Jason to the room farthest from the rest, in case he still turns despite Steph’s efforts. Handing over the bag of pills to Barbara with a shaking hand that makes the bottles rattle like a thousand snakes. Backing out of the room while Dick and Barbara do their best to get the bleeding under control, preparing one of the bags of O-negative they scavenged from a fruitful run to the abandoned hospital last week. Steph doesn’t know how long she stands there outside the door, staring blankly at the cracked wood in front of her. “Steph?” Blue, blue eyes appear in front of hers, brimming with concern. “Are you…?” Tim’s eyes flick down to Steph’s shirt and hands. She’s covered in Jason’s blood. She feels it on her knees, crusted and sticky. She feels the rusty flakes between her fingers. Steph can’t hold in the sob that bursts through, having been held back for what feels like an eternity. She throws her arms around Tim’s neck and cries into his shoulder. He doesn’t complain about the blood that’s surely staining his own clothes. “It’s okay, Steph,” Tim tells her, holding her tight. “Barbara said he’ll be okay. You did the right thing. I know he won’t hold it against you.” Steph can’t respond, so she buries her face in his neck and cries harder instead.

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Big Hero 7 : the series

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Big Hero 7 

Baymax Returns Part 1

*The loud vibrations of a phone along with the song Uma Thurman by Fall out Boy made the person in their futon stir before sitting up.*

Cora: *yawn!*

* Cora got up from her futon and walked over to the bathroom beside her room, rinsing her face with water before brushing her teeth. She then picked out her usual outfit: a sea green plated skirt with a yellow tank top and her favorite rain boots. Once dressed she starts making bento lunches for her family: specifically for her father, grandmother and herself. She was finishing up her bento when an old woman tapped her shoulder.*

Cora: Oh! Morning Grandmama!

Grandmama: 6:30 AM and you're making lunch already? Nervous about attending school for the very first time aren't you?"

Cora: In a way...Is Papa awake?

Grandmama: *Chuckles* As much as a bear after hibernation, though I suppose that is what he gets for staying up late to file papers online at his new job...like a certain someone last night.

Cora: *blushes* Hmm...Anyway there's some leftover food for you and Papa to reheat for breakfast, I'm heading to the Lucky Cat Cafe to catch up with some friends on my way to school.

Grandmama: *smirks* and to see your boyfriend?

Cora: *blushes deeper but smiles* I guess...

* The door opens as Cora runs out, but quickly runs back to give a kiss on her grandmother's cheek*

Cora: * running fast as she shouts to her grandmother* Tell Papa that I'm on my way to school and that I love him!

Grandmama: * chuckles as she shakes her head before looking up at the sky with a wistful smile* Times like these, she is certainly your daughter Akemi...

* The streets become more alive as Cora runs past them, slightly jumping a couple of steps down to the intersection. By the time she arrives at the Cafe she sees Aunt Cass with the gang already seated at the table eating their food*

Cora: Morning guys! Morning to you too Aunt Cass!

Aunt Cass: Morning to you too Cora! I saved a couple pancakes for you and Hiro to share.

Cora: *Smiles* Ok...Oh yeah, is Hiro up yet?

Aunt Cass: Yeah, he's actually been up for a while.

Cora: You mind if I go up and see him?

Aunt Cass: Go on ahead, just don't do any funny business just 'cause you two are dating.

Cora: *Blushes as she pouts.*

*Cora goes to the side door where she quickly runs up the stairs as Gogo yells after her.*

Gogo: Don't be too long love birds, we gotta split soon!

* Cora blushes at this as she reaches her boyfriend's bedroom, about to greet him before she hears a familiar voice.*

Tadashi: Ok Hiro! I'm gonna let you go now! You ready?

Hiro: No no no Tadashi Wait!

Tadashi: Don't be scared little brother, just peddle harder! You can do it!

Aunt Cass: Yeah woohoo! Go Hiro!

Tadashi: Yeah yeah! You got it!

* Hiro was watching an old clip on his phone of the time he learned how to ride a bike, giving a sad smile as he sat on the bed. Cora smiled sadly, knowing that Tadashi is still a huge part of their lives, and still even more so to Hiro.

Cora:* Gives a cough to get Hiro's attention*

Hiro: *looks up* Oh, Cora! You're here already, so I guess the gang is already-

Cora: Uh huh...*smiles and sighs* Still can't believe this is actually happening...After all we've been through...

Hiro: Yup, so * Clears throat as he playfully deepens his voice* Shall we go my lady?

Cora: *Giggles* You're such a dork Hiro, but that's one of the many things about you that I like so much.

* As Cora walks up to stand next to him looking down at the phone too and places a comforting hand on his shoulder, Hiro takes one last look at the video, paused to show Tadashi's smiling face.*

Hiro: Well..Tadashi this is it...First day of Nerd School...All because of you.

*Hiro stands up from his bed and zips up his backpack, but he briefly gets his finger stuck.*

Hiro: Ow!

Cora: You okay?

Hiro: Yeah, just a little nick.

* Hiro than looks down by his feet to see an empty charger for an old friend who had sadly left his life too soon as well. Cora follows his gaze down to the empty charger before she quietly sighs and gently embraces Hiro as she softly whispers in his ear.

Cora: I know Hiro. I miss him and Tadashi too. But they're still here with us.

Hiro embraces her back as well as he sighs from taking a steady breath as he quietly replies.

Hiro: Yeah I know, as long as we remember them...I'm pretty sure I've told you this before already, but I'm really glad your here with me Cora.

Cora gently squeezes Hiro in their embrace before she backs up a little with her arms still around him.

Cora: You have told me this before, several of times before as a matter of fact. But I'm always happy to hear you say it again.

Cora than pecks Hiro on the cheek before they release each other from their hug and take hold of each others' hands as they begin walking to meet up with their friends downstairs, passing by a picture of Honey, Gogo, Fred, Wasabi, Cora, himself, and Baymax*

Newsreporter: Reports are still flooding in about a group of unidentified individuals who prevented what could have been a major catastrophe.

Cora: * looks up to see caught photos of the gang in their super hero gear with a coy smirk on her face*

Newsreporter: The whole city of San Fransokyo is asking: Who are these heroes? And where are they now?

Fred: Having victory pancakes.

*Cora looks beside Hiro, giving another quick kiss on the cheek, causing the duo to blush.*

Honey Lemon:* snaps photo of them* We saw that you know~

*Soon the rest of the gang greeted Hiro and Cora and started to walk out of the cafe, but Cass was quick to catch Hiro with Cora.*

Aunt Cass: Hey sweetie! I made you a lunch! But do you pack lunch in college? I don't know...Is that- is that cool? Ooh I'm so proud! I just wanna squeeze you!

*Aunt Cass gave a very tight hug to Hiro, who was soon loosing breath.*

Hiro: Aun-aunt Cass! I-

Aunt Cass: * lets go and sighs* Ok! You're ready to go!

*Hiro starts to walk away, but when he looks back he quickly returns and gives her a hug.*

Hiro: Last hug.

*Hiro and Cass warmly hugged each other, and Cora couldn't help but smile widely at this. This reminded her of the times when she and her Papa were playing at the beach*

Aunt Cass: Tadashi would be so proud of you!

* Soon the duo catch up with the gang as they headed to 'Nerd School', where various other students sedately walked to their classes.*

Honey Lemon: Are you two nervous?

Hiro: No way! I want this, we both want this! Why would we be nervous?

Cora: Yeah, what makes you think we'd be worried?

Gogo: You two are 14 and going to college.

Fred: Your brother is like a legend here.

Wasabi: Also I hear the new Dean is a hard case.

Gogo: And Cora, didn't you say that you've been home schooled your entire life?

Fred: Aw man! This is literally the very first day of school for you little dudette!

Wasabi: Maybe...and just maybe...The Dean won't be too hard on you Cora since your new to school...in general.

Hiro: I...We...Hadn't thought of any of those things..

Cora: *deadpan* Thanks for reminding us guys, especially about me being home schooled all my life.

Honey Lemon: *pushes Hiro and Cora away* Oh keep not thinking of them!

* The gang however quickly caught up to them as they entered the main building. Hiro and Cora eventually got in line for the freshman ID photo shoot. As each student simply stood still and left once its done, the young teens were not as lucky. when it was Hiro's turn he flinched at the bright flash which resulted in a awkward ID photo, And when it was Cora's turn she immediately jumped up to get her full photo, only to result in a picture with Cora blinking and her hair flounced up in a blur.*

Gogo: *blows bubble* That's unfortunate.

Wasabi: I'll take those. *he grabs the two ID cards and places them on Lanyards, then putting them on Hiro and Cora.*

Wasabi: Don't ever loose these...Seriously its like 20 dollars to replace.

Fred: Ok! Your official Tour Time! Especially for you Cora!"

*Fred then spins Cora around, causing her to yelp and for Hiro to catch her and stand her still.*

Fred: This is the room where people wear goggles and do stuff!

* Said room turned out to be students where they testing VR headsets as they venture into virtual reality*

Hiro: Virtual reality! Huh, nice!

Fred: Yeah that.

* They soon arrived outside in the main plaza*

Fred: And this is the quad! Named after someone with the last name Quad one would presume.

*Gogo was quick to grab Hiro and Cora out of the way as a robotic Frisbee zinged past them and threw another Frisbee at the student. As of while another student is studying the x-ray molecules of a tree.*

Cora: Woah!

The Gang then arrived at the mess hall.*

Fred: And this is the fooding zone!

* As they passed along the mess hall as one student was eating a hot dog out of a robotic stand.*

Fred: As a non-student this is my favorite place on campus- woah!

* Fred had accidentally bumped into a student, which sadly caused the student to spill his food on the floor. However immediately after it was spilled, little roombas rushed in and quickly cleaned up the mess.*

Hiro: Wow!

Wasabi: Cool huh?

Cora: I can't believe all of these things can happen here. How could this get any better?

Honey Lemon: Actually there's one more place to visit, and I think you'll love it Cora.

Cora: What is it?

*The next thing they knew, Fred opened the door to reveal a large hall dedicated to the study of Marine life.

Fred: And this is the ocean zone! Here they look at fish without actually being at sea!...On occasion.

* Cora immediately ran around, trying to take in everything her eyes are seeing in front of her. She gasped in amazement as a holographic Orca swam above her. Hiro smiled brightly at Cora's excitement, knowing how much Cora loves marine biology. Soon they left and reached their final destination, The Ito Ishioka Robotics Lab.*

Hiro: I didn't realize this place is so uh...huge! Awesome, but huge!

Cora: Uh huh! I think this is one of my most favorite places I've ever been in my life! There's so much to do!

Wasabi: Don't be intimidated, just take it one class at a time.

Honey Lemon: I'm happy you're excited Cora!

Gogo: *looking at her class schedule* Ugh, Applied Partical Physics is first.

Honey Lemon: *gasp* Me too! Yay!

Fred: What's your first class you two?

* But the gang quickly noticed the two teens staring at a specific lab in the building...Tadashi's Lab. Cora held Hiro's hand, looking at him with a small smile. Soon after Wasabi placed a hand on Hiro's shoulder.*

Wasabi: You ok Hiro? We miss Tadashi too...and Baymax.

* They stood in a moments silence for their departed friends*

Hiro: Yeah umm..I'll catch up with you guys later.

Cora: My first class won't start for another 10 minutes so mind if I stick around?

Hiro: I guess...

*The group of friends walked away to give the two some privacy. Hiro then opened the door to enter his brother's lab, which have remained untouched since the last time he had been here. This was actually's Cora's first time in this lab, but she simply stared as Hiro walked around the room. Hiro grabbed Tadashi's baseball cap.*

Hiro: Wish you were here big brother.

* After placing the cap back to its place he opened Tadashi's old notebook which contained blue prints of Baymax's build. He then went towards the wooden crate he had specifically asked his friends a while back to place there: Baymax's armored rocket fist. Cora walked over and helped him place it on a table nearby, the teens giving a small smile at each other.*

Hiro:* Fist bump* Ba la la la...

* As the two began to walk away Cora was quick to realize there was something hidden in the rocket fist...a small green chip*

Cora: Hold on..is that?

* Hiro quickly opened the fist to reveal Baymax's healthcare chip!*

Hiro: Tadashi's chip...Baymax!

* Hiro quickly took the chip out of the hand and began to start up the robotic skeleton of the robotic nurse.*

Hiro: Ok! I'm gonna need carbon fiver skeleton, actuators, definitely upgrade super capacity! I can do this! I can rebuild you Baymax!

Cora slightly bounced at the thought of Baymax returning, but then she saw a screen flicker up to show a face of a stern woman. She was on African American decent, with a black turtleneck sweater wearing gold jewelry.*

Cora: uhh...Hiro?

Woman: Good Morning, I'm Professor Grandville, your new Dean of students. Welcome to San Fransokyo's Institute of Technology, I trust that we are going to have an excellent year which means-

* Cora watched as Hiro lowered the volume of the video, making her worried.*

Cora: Hiro! That was the Dean, Wasabi told us that she is not a lady to mess with!

Hiro: Its ok, I'll record it and listen to it later.

*But then Cora froze when she saw the Dean enter the door, with Hiro still focused on the blue prints*

Grantville: Which means hard work!

Hiro: Some of us are trying to work.

Cora: *Hushed voice* Hiro, I REALLY think you should listen!

* But Hiro simply believed he hadn't lowered the volume, which was quickly replaced with confusion when the voice continued.

Grantville: Mr. Hamada! Turn around.

*Hiro spun his chair to see the Dean in behind him, which caused the teen to yelp, then he looked at Cora, who was looking down at her feet while fidegting with her hands.*

Cora: I did try to warn you...

Grantville: Private Labs are not for first semester freshmen.

Hiro: Oh... uh...This is my brother's lab..or was...

Grantville: Tadashi was a gifted young man, he worked hard to earn this as I'm sure you will...someday, when you're ready.

*Hiro quickly turned to talk to the Dean, holding the WIP paper where he was redesigning Baymax's skeleton.*

Hiro: I'm ready now! Look, I'm rebuilding Bayma-uh my brother's health-care companion project?

Grantville: Mr. Hamada If you want to live up to your brother's legacy, you should start by getting to your classes on time... as you should too Miss...?

*Cora looks up and quickly clears her voice.*

Cora: Oh! I'm Cora Mizishio, I'm majoring Marine Biology...With a minor in robotics?..Mam'm!

Grantville: I've already been informed that this is your first time ever attending school, so I hope that you will not have any difficulty with your classes.

Cora: *shakes head* I'll be fine Mam'm, thank you for your concern! And for reminding us about our classes!

Hiro: *quickly zips up his backpack* Could not agree more, punctuality is very important.

* the trio left the lab*

Hiro: It was so nice to meet-

Grantville: Tick-Tock Mr. Hamada. Don't want to keep your thermo dynamics professor waiting, I hear she's tough..But fair, intermittently.

*As soon as Grantville walked away, both Hiro and Cora ran off their respective classes.*

Cora: See ya Hiro! talk to you later!"

Hiro: Kay Cora! See ya!

* Both teens rushed to their classes, whereas Cora barely arrived at the nick of time, Hiro wasn't as lucky...As it turns out his Professor is Grantville herself.*

Grantville: Ah, Teen genius decided to join us.

Hiro: How did you-?

Grantville: Short-cut, I can take them, you can not. Lets begin!

*Hiro quickly got to his seat, but he was too short to fully see his lesson clearly.*

*As of while Cora quickly seated as she was face to face wit her own professor, a tall woman with short hair and dark eyes.*

Professor: So you're the second teen genius huh? You're lucky you got here on time, but don't push it, I'm professor Seto and I'll be your Marine Life Biology professor. Just to let you know, Yyou can ask me during office hours if you have any trouble with our course work up ahead. Now, if you'll open up to your tablet and enter the code I have displayed here..

*Cora pulled out her syllabus, shrinking slightly as she blushed.*

The day soon turned to night as the scene then focused on Fred's mansion, where the nerd gang was having a discussion over...superheroes*

Wasabi: Oh! I didn't realize we were still the whole superhero thing.

*Gogo, Wasabi, and Honey Lemon stared at Fred in his Kaiju armor, posing heroically*

Fred:Uh yeah! Wait, where's Hiro and Cora?

Wasabi: Said something he needed to do after school and that Cora's staying behind to help him. * While he explained he picked up a robotic kaiju toy off his seat*

Fred: But they're gonna miss our first night patrol!

Gogo: Night patrol?

*Fred each gave them a piece of their superhero armor as he explained*

Fred: Where we suite up and patrol the streets, thwart evil doers, dispense justice ect, awesome, ect!

* The Wasabi, Gogo, and Honey Lemon each removed their armor*

Gogo: Yeah, not gonna happen

Honey Lemon: I-I don't think so.

Wasabi: No thank you!

Fred: Why not? You guys have clearly forgotten how sweet it was being superheroes! We caught a revenged crazed villain, we saved the city, we had victory pancakes!

Gogo: And you have clearly forgotten that we're not superheroes.

Wasabi: Also, it was really scary!

Fred: You didn't seem scared.

Wasabi: Because I was pumped up full of adrenaline! Now I'm back to being afraid of things like height, speed, cholesterol, loud noises! I've got issues! You do not want to be Wasabi!

Honey Lemon: Sorry Freddy, we've already lost Baymax, and we almost lost Hiro and Cora, I don't want to loose anyone else.

Fred: But there could be a supervillain right now about to-

Gogo: *shoves armor to Fred* Face it Fred, We aren't in your comic books, this is the real world and in the real world there are no super villains!

*Currently in the city a man is held dangling by his feet. ready to be dropped over the street below.*

Yama: Tell us one more time, where's my money!

Poor sap: I..lost it?

Minion #1: Yama, its him.

* A look of realization struck him*

Poor sap: Go ahead and take the call!

* As the other two minions brought him back to the roof, Yama answered the phone...in private*

Yama: Obake, mhmm whatever you need! I'll-

*The screen behind him flickered, briefly staggering before it showed an odd object.*

Yama: And where is it?

* The Screen flickered.*

Yama: Done!

*As Yama left, the screen stayed its image of San Fransokyo's institute of technology. The main target.*

*Daylight came as the SFIT was already lively with students. Hiro and Cora woke up early to see the fruit of their lobor hopefully blossom; they had worked hard after classes to check over what they needed to rebuild Baymax. As of now Hiro placed the health care chip inside the port of the Computer.*

Hiro: Please work! Please work!

Cora: *crossing fingers* Common please, please, please!

* The screen came online, and a familiar voice came to greet the duo*

Baymax: Hello Hiro and Cora.

Hiro and Cora: Baymax!

*The teens were ecstatic as they were reunited with their old friend, each giving the computer with Baymax's face a hug*

Hiro: Yeah, the hug's not really..we'll have to stick with this for now buddy.

*Hiro gave the mouse soft fist bump while Cora continued hugging him*

Cora: At this point, I don't even care if your not squishy, I'm just so happy your back!

Baymax: Ba lalalalala. Without my body, I am not able to feel.

Hiro: I know...

Baymax: Because I do not have tech tile receptors

Hiro: Oh right, hehe, don't worry, I'm working on it!

Cora: We both are. And as soon as we're done, we'll get the gang to come over!

* And so the two teen geniuses got to work rebuilding Baymax, they each contributed the parts of Baymax's skeleton as time went on, and so the afternoon gave way to evening, and evening became the night. Hiro and Cora continued with their classes, but were double tasking as they drew up schematics for the skeleton to function properly. Course that did not mean their sleeping schedule was not impacted, as they were found at times fast asleep from a hard day's(and night's) work. As soon as the skeleton had the necessary functions, they opened up his system, activating the camera inside the skeleton.

Baymax: My Endo-Skeleton is complete.

Hiro: Finally.

Cora: Whew...

Baymax: You two can now move on to the test phase.

*Cora looked up at the skeleton, trying to imagine what needed to be working 100% while Hiro looked a bit skeptical.*

Hiro: Test phase?! Heh, are you kidding, just have to get you dressed and boom!

Baymax: The diagnostics protocol will take 7 to 10 days.

Hiro: 7? To 10 days?

Baymax: Tadashi always ran an extensive diagnostic protocol.

Hiro: Yeah, that sounds like Tadashi.

Cora: Hiro, I think Baymax has a point, after all, he does knows how his body works and would know if something funky was up.

*But Hiro did not listen to her as he activated the skeletal body.*

Hiro: Here we go.

*the body blinked*

Hiro: Ah yes, see Baymax? Its perfect

Cora: *deadpan* Turn around genius.

* Hiro turned back to see that the skeleton was not functioning as properly as it should, glitching purple sparks as it clumsily wobbled back and forth, knocking any furniture within its perimeter. *

Hiro: No nononnono!

*Cora went to help Hiro stop the crazed ditzy skeleton, but not before yelling an 'I Told You So!' at him, but then the Skeleton jumped out the window and ran off into the night.*

Baymax: Oh no. My body is running away.

Cora: And we are so in trouble...

To be continued...

If you want to read the first chapter, here’s the link!

https://insanely-creative-things.tumblr.com/post/182096455153/chapter-1-the-origins-of-big-hero-7#notes