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iridescentpull · 1 year ago

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Day seven of Hideduo/FitPac Kiss Week – Free Day & Normal Cubitos

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Honestly, Pac should've closed the chest the moment he spotted the book.

He didn't even know what he was looking at. It was simple, a leather cover with some faded gold designs. The edges of the pages were stained, and even some were singed. He didn’t dare to open it.

Ever since Fit was... (not dead, not gone) missing, Pac had taken the personal mission of keeping the Shitshack clean. After all, Ramon was in there in coma, so Pac had to make sure he was comfortable. There was no way he would allow the Shitshack to turn into a pigsty while his neném slept in it.

It turned into a routine. Every three days, Pac would wake up and visit a coma-induced Richas at Cellbit's castle to check up on him. Later, he would teleport to his home and grab all the cleaning supplies he owned, before making his way to Fit's home. Then, he would proceed to clean every last bit of grime and filth and cobwebs he could find. Every week or so, he'd pick up Ramon from his bed and place him in Fit's bed so he could wash the sheets and change the bed into new ones.

As much as it hurt to keep coming back to a quiet house, the cleaning kept him distracted.

He wasn't sure if this was what Fit would've wanted, but he did it anyways. As much as it was for Fit, it was also for himself. Bedrotting in his bed while his cats laid on top of him wasn't helping anyone. He had to be strong, he had to make himself useful.

It's been a month since Fit disappeared, and Pac woke up that day particularly exhausted.

The last week had been a blur. The nightmares had only grown more violent and vivid. He would often wake up in a cold sweat, and then spend the rest of the night trying to calm his pounding heart while Xereta tried to calm him. He was tired and paranoid and just wanted the nightmares to stop.

He was so tired, and he missed his boyfriend and children.

So after tossing and turning in bed for what felt like hours, he finally got up and decided to visit Ramon's sleeping body. Maybe seeing him would give him a little bit of peace.

He didn't change, still in the shorts and oversized sweater he wore to bed. His hair was a mess, but he didn't care enough to brush it. He simply grabbed his bow and teleported to the Shitshack, the familiar purple particles surrounding him.

The Shitshack was cold when he arrived. He quickly walked towards the room, peeking his head inside and hoping to see an awake Ramon or even Fit standing there.

But there was nothing of that.

Pac sighed and walked to the other side of the room, where Ramon was peacefully lying in bed. His breath caught in his throat at the sight, hand slowly running through the brown locks of the dragonling.

"Ramón." he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Ramón didn't move, like usual.

Pac smiled sadly and moved his hand away. "I hope you wake up soon. Saudades de você, meu neném. Eu preciso de você, eu quero que você volte." He said, before turning around and walking out of the room, gently closing the door behind him.

Once he was on the platform of the Shitshack, he sighed, glancing around. He had cleaned basically everything the past few weeks, there was nothing for him to do. He was bored, but didn't feel like returning home, especially with the nightmares he had been having.

His black eyes landed on the second floor of the shack, and an idea formed. He had cleaned the chest room, dusting off the chests and removing any cobwebs. But he didn't organize the chests. Maybe he could do that, and he might find something useful.

And then, after cleaning the top chest and halfway through the next one, his eyes landed on a familiar jacket. Pac frowned, gently grabbing it and unfolding it. His breath got caught in his throat the moment he realized it was Fit's aviator jacket. The one he wore to their date.

Wordlessly, Pac softly put on the jacket. He buried his nose in the soft, white cloth, inhaling the last remains of Fit's sent. His eyes welled up with tears but he willed himself to calm down, not wanting to cry. After calming himself down, he started organizing the chest once more.

Then he found a leather-bound book sitting comfortably under all the junk.

It wasn't an enchanted book since no magic was coursing through Pac's fingers, so it was a simple book. The covers were leather, the designs faded and almost impossible to see. It seemed old and used. Pac wondered if it was Fit's.

Curiosity was a dangerous thing, and before Pac knew it, his hand reached out and he pulled the book out, placing it on the wooden floor. He didn't open the book though, simply staring at the cover. If it was actually Fit's, Pac didn't know how he felt reading through something so private.

But the loneliness and desperation was too much.

He opened the book, flipping to a random page, before reading.

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January 2nd, 2024

I spoke to Ramón, and discussed everything to him. We came to the conclusion of what should we do next with the Thing. Also told him I'd discuss everything with Pac- my feelings, the Thing, how dangerous everything could be for him. Ramón says Pac would understand.

I hope so.

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That confirmed it; this was Fit's journal.

Pac's stomach churned. This wasn't right, this wasn't meant for his eyes. He should just stop now and never return to this book again.

But he couldn't help but jump turn to another page.

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January 9th, 2024

To-do list for tomorrow:

x Find my old aviator jacket

x Prepare the food and stock it in the fridge

x Check the movie theater to see if it works

o Prepare the Floating Miracle for the Talk

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A shaky laugh escaped his lips. Of course Fit would write down a list so he wouldn't forget anything for their date. He had planned everything perfectly, even to the point of writing a list.

But it only made Pac's heart twist more, the fact that Fit had prepared so much.

He shouldn't be reading this. He should just close the book and leave.

But the curiosity was overwhelming.

He flipped to the next page. And the next. And the next.

Pac couldn't stop.

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January 16th, 2024

I think this is what true happiness feels like.

Pac woke up today and we talked. We continued to build the egg mansion. Ramón woke up and hung out with us. After some shenanigans, we put Ramon to bed together.

I can't remember the last time I felt this happy.

I hope I continue to feel it consistently.

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January 19th, 2024

Me and Pac babysat Empanada for a while with Ramón. It was very nice, Pac is very good with the eggs!! We also spent time with Tubbo and Sunny, Bagi too when she came. Even Foolish and Richas!

Today was very fun.

Also we might go to prison??? I hope Pac is okay if that happens, I know his experiences with prisons are not the best. If something happens, I will make sure that whoever harms him pays the price.

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February 6th, 2024

Ramón built me a huge castle for my birthday, and prepared a party for me! So many people came, it was really nice!

Pac couldn't make it, but he left a present and a letter. He's so thoughtful and incredible and so kind and just...

He is too good to me. Sometimes I think I don't deserve him.

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February 14th, 2024

Pac passed out again. I'm kind getting very worried- I know he says it's something he's used to, but I can't help it. I don't like seeing him like that.

I'm gonna ask him if there's anything I can do, because I don't think I can do nothing while my boyfriend faints every week or so. If there is something I can do, I'm going to do it.

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February 15th, 2024

To-do list:

x Make ShitShack prettier

x Make the basement bigger

x Get some fairy lights

o Learn more Portuguese for Pac

o Try to earn more cash for create, Ramon really needs his glasses

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February 26th, 2024

Pac finally woke up today! He found me and Ramón at spawn, and rushed to us. He started saying 'meus nenes'- the translator said it meant 'my babies'? If it's not a mistranslation... meu Deus.

I wish it wasn't so hard for me to explain how I feel.

REMINDER TO TELL PAC ABOUT THE DEADLINE AND GIVE HIM THE COINS FOR CREATE.

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March 1st, 2024

It's today.

Please everything do well. Please let the data be enough. Please let my contract be over. Please let everything be okay.

I'm gonna speak to Pac if I can today.

I want to tell him what I feel like, maybe even... do that.

Hopefully everything goes okay.

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March 9th, 2024

I haven't heard word yet from them.

I'm conflicted- I don't know if that means my job is done or if I fucked up.

I hope it is the first one.

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March 12th, 2024

Something feels wrong.

Ramón nor Pac woke up.

I hope they are okay.

I hope I am okay after today.

I feel tired.

I feel scared.

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Pac felt a sob crawl up his throat, and he slammed the book closed. He couldn't keep reading, not when it hurt so much. It hurt and his heart was pounding and his head was hurting and why was it so difficult to breathe?

He missed his boyfriend. He missed his sons. He missed everyone.

The male sat against the wall, curling with the book around his hands and Fit's jacket around his shoulders. He buried his nose on the soft fabric and tried not to cry, he couldn't cry, he was so tired of crying. But his eyes burned and his throat hurt and he couldn't breathe.

With shaky hands, he pulled the journal to his lips and gave it a messy kiss. It was silly, but it helped him calm down. At least a little bit.

Pac hoped he could give the real Fit a kiss soon.

#hideduokisswk #fitpac #pactw #fitmc #qsmp fanfiction #aynee writes

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disfrutalakia · 2 years ago

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Imagine q!Pac an q!Mike going back to the favelas in hopes of finding their family and their son, but instead seeing f!Cell standing at the middle of the favelas.

Or in which I couldn't sleep and wrote this so my brain could have peace.

(Tw Panic Attack, but they are very brief)

They were tired, not only physically but also mentally, specially mentally probably. So they simply refused to leave the murder arena for 3 days, 3 days where Pac had to hold Mike during his nightmares, hearing his friend calling desperately for Walter Bob at least most nights, In some of them Mike called Pac name and woke up right after, giving just a single look at his best friend’s face before tears would start to fill his eyes, mind plagued by nightmares that Pac couldn’t even imagine.

Mike had never been very emotional, he wasn’t cold but, the men just preferred to push his emotions down but this time they were too strong and with too many memories attached, Pac knew his friend better that he knew himself and he knew that without a doubt Mike was blaming himself for what happened with Walter Bob, which didn’t help with the tendencies of self-guilty that the men already had, Pac could only be there for him right by his side, the same way he always was.

That wasn’t to say that Pac himself didn’t have nightmares, but they were mostly of the past, he had dreams of sharp teeth dripping with blood while an agonizing pain went up his body, he dreamed about the dead eyes of Jv in the floor of that bloody cell, they were dreams that stopped having years ago, but recently they came back with full force.

Sometimes they would hear voices around the arena, people looking for clues or just being given a tour by Richarlyson, they could reach out at those moments but they didn’t want to let their… friends, see them in that condition, with dark eyes from lack of sleep and puffy eyes from crying. The only reason they decided to leave when those 3 days were over was because Mike was fucking fuming, he had decided to stop being sad and now he was just pissed, ready to overthrow the federation! But baby steps, first they needed to go talk with their friends so with their communicators they asked for everyone who was awake to go meet them at the favelas, immediately people started to aske questions, if they were okay, Pac just answered that they would explain everything once they were at the favelas.

Usually they would like to go by train, but they needed to get there fast so teleporting was the best option, in seconds they were at the main plaza from the favela, standing there was…

- Hey, had fun at prison without me?

All Pac could see in front of him was Cell, in his bloody orange jumpsuit looking at him and licking his lips, Pac could only retreat until his knees hit the fountain and he was made to go to the floor, his breath shallow and his heart going way to fast

- Get away from him Cell! – Mike put himself in front of Pac, trying to shield his friend from danger.

Cellbit looked confused, they interacted just fine nowadays, they held no real grudges for what happened years ago (okay maybe he did a bit, but he pushed that feeling down, just like his therapist had taught him!)

- The fuck is happening over there?– Forever’s loud voice made itself present, he carried at his lap an excited Richarlyson while Bad came right after him.

- I don’t fucking know man – they could hear a very faint “language” being said but they ignored it – I went to say hello to Pac asking if escaping had been more fun without me being there to get in their way and he just… collapsed, and Mike got mad at me.

- Fuck… I think I know what’s going on – he turned to the demon behind him, who today had his long blonde hair out, which was a very common sight when Forever was around – Bad do you mind taking Richas to StarBobby? We kinda need to have an adult talk.

The kid went from his dads arms to his uncle’s, clearly unhappy since he wanted so bad to see his dad Pac and dad Mike.

- I will talk to you later okay? – Forever whispered to Bad, who just did an okay with his head before squeezing Forever’s hand in a gesture of comfort.

- I think I know what happened here.

- Great cause I don’t!

- Think a bit Cellbo, they just came from prison, where for sure a lot of traumas were relived and seeing you – Forever felt a bit awkward, he didn’t want to make it sound like it was his friends fault, but there wasn’t a better way – In their eyes right now, you probably look…

- Like the asshole that tried to kill them – Cellbit sighed, tired just from hearing those words – Look, I’m gonna go back to the castle okay? I will just ruin everything if I stay.

Forever heart ached for all his friends, with such complicated pasts that were interlined, no wonder they sometimes seemed awkward around each other.

- Want me to tell Richas to go with you?

- No, no, you were taking him on a playdate with Dapper, I don’t wanna get in the way, I will just ask Roier to come back with me.

- Alright, take care.

And with that Cellbit disappeared in a purple cloud.

Forever approached the two that were on the floor, Mike had his hand at Pac’s shoulder and they talked in whispers, whatever had happened at that prison hadn’t been good.

#qsmp #qsmp fanfiction #qsmp tazercraft #qsmp cellbit #qsmp forever #qsmp richarlyson #a bit of implied 4 halo maybe?#anyway I couldn't sleep withou writing this so have fun

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masked-ragdoll · 1 year ago

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QSMP Dream

hey yall

you ever get so invested in something that you dream about it?

well this is the second time I've had a qsmp dream, and I figured I'd share this one :)

here we go

Phil chatted with Bagi as they watched Sunny and Em play with Tubbo and Pac. Fit said he was on his way, just checking to see if Ramon was awake yet. Phil’s finger hovered over the tab key, wondering if he should check to see if his eggs were awake yet. He decided against it, their admins had messaged him that they would be a bit late.

He was brought back to the present by Bagi looking up behind him and yelling “OH SHIT!” as she grabbed her sythe. Phil whipped around to see a code hovering above the group, watching them. Tubbo began yelling at the eggs to teleport as a strange green fog started to fill the area. Pac and Bagi readied themselves to fight, and Phil almost did the same when he stopped, having an idea.

“Wait!” He called out. “We don’t have to fight.”

“Hey! Code!” He yelled, looking directly at the code, which turned to him. “I want to talk. I just want to talk. Follow me.”

Phil backed up away from the others a little, and when the code followed, he turned and walked off into the green fog. As he walked, he checked behind him with f5 every now and then to make sure the code was still following, which it was doing calmly.

After a little ways, he came to a grassy clearing. He stopped and turned to face the code. It stopped about 5 blocks away from him and moved to the side, revealing another code behind it. Phil opened his mouth to ask about it when he saw yet another code appear out of the fog. He turned to it before seeing more appear from the fog. He turned in a circle, starting to panic a little when he saw he was surrounded by codes, around a dozen of them he noted. He took a breath and tried to keep his composure.

“Thank you for following me. I need to talk to you all about something important.”

As Phil explained about the threat of the purgatory eye workers and how they were getting stronger and stronger, he saw some of the codes look to each other.

“Etoiles said you guys would be interested in helping, and I hope he was right. He said you guys love a good fight. Well, these workers need someone strong to fight them, because they keep getting stronger and they’re cheating to be stronger than us. They need to be taken down.”

Phil turned to the one he assumed was the first one to show up.

“Can I- can we rely on you to help? Will you join the fight on our side?”

Phil paused, watching the codes turn to each other again. One by one, they backed up into the green fog, flying away.

“Hey! Don’t go, answer me! HEY!”

Phil took a step forward as more codes left. “HEY! GET BACK HERE!”

The last code left, dropping a book behind it. Phil took it and looked around as the green fog dissipated. He flipped the book open to find many pages of binary written inside.

A response.

#qsmp #qsmp dreams #jay speaks

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vern-a · 1 year ago

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1) the game itself. Its minecraft. Weve seen the amazing and creative things people do with minecraft. People have gone around country censorship laws on books with minecraft. Schools use it for education. Its available to anyone with a device and 10 eur (mobile ver). It helps connect people, giving a fun space to interact with others. Immense parallel play grounds. Huge diversity for play styles. Neurodivergency friendly - no eye contact or body language processing required.

Qsmp has many mods that make the game prettier and also - accessible. Warp stones and plates have made lovely community hubs, the brazilians made cute little bus stops that take you places, multiple players have made freely accessible experience farms so other players can always use these teleportation devices.

2) the server (+admins). Its whole premise is removing language barriers. In-game real-time translations are available in SO many languages. People can talk comfortably in their native language, other people see the translation in THEIR native language and reply the same way. No middle language.

As the server has progressed, more and more accessibility accommodating changes have been implemented. Whenever there is even a small complaint about accessibility the admins are ON that shit.

3) The community. Speaking of admins they really make sure the streamers are having fun. Besides the lore, the admins tend to show up as diverse characters to simply hang out and provide company.

There could be a segment about streams themselves too! Hanging out in chats, putting streams on to feel companionship, improve your day and so on.

Quackity has picked out such kind people to play on it. The streamers are all about communication and making sure everyone feels comfortable. They hype up the communitys fan content and have made a big interconnected cross-banning network to keep their chats polite.

The communities of the streamers are very kind too (yes there are bad apples- this post is about positivity instead). There is support all around for language learners, people who delve into experiencing the different cultures, artists (includes EVERY art form) and the people who are just here to simply have fun.

4) QUEER ON PURPOSE. WE HAVE SO MUCH QUEER REP. I HAVE NEVER SEEN SO MANY ARO/+/ACE PEOPLE IN ONE PLACE. SEE THIS POST AND THIS ONE!!!!

5) the LORE! The whole storyline is based on companionship, community and love. Even if you cannot trust someone, you will still help them because there are more powerful things trying to kill or torture you and everyone you love. You will extend your hand to your mortal enemy as many times as you need to have them safe again.

Create mod nerds are making farms and factories for first the benefit of others and only second for bragging rights of being the richest on the server. They only want to be rich to give it away to others. There are stockpiles of resources, community resource chests, players carry around things they dont need in case someone else might. Badboyhalo didnt have to spend days grinding armour for the kids but he did it anyway.

In the qsmp world, where the federation and code entities (i know its complicated - its still relevant) and mysterious eye creatures and the world itself wants to kill you, its so easy to become hostile or apathetic but no one does. Because love and care prevail above all else.

Even if you think youre beyond saving - possessed, killing your friends, killing their children; losing grip on who you remember yourself to be - people will still turn to rehabilitation first. They WILL love you. They DO love you.

Specific examples i hold dear: characters with memory loss or inability to tell reality from dreams. How others treat them. Fit believes in phil 100%, even if the things phil describes seeing fit cant see. Fit and pac paused their date and took phil with them to their date location to make sure their friend wasnt alone. Etoiles patiently reminds badboyhalo about his memories, the places theyre in, the people around badboy, without judgement or frustration. As many times as badboy needs. Bagi was all laughs about it at first but she saw the way etoiles acted and mirrored him.

Its so gentle everyone is so gentle and caring. ON PURPOSE. They CHOOSE to love and choose to do it so INTENTIONALLY. And they will OVERTHROW THE GOVERNMENT TOO

Its late and im bad at talking. I have gone off topic. Love is spilling out of me and i can scoop and scoop but it will not make sense or be contained.

Plus minecraft is masterful at resource renewing. That also. Tubbos factory is flourishing with plants thanks to his daughter and is fully powered by renewable resources.

Yeah.

Qsmp. Its solarpunk.

Qsmp is so solarpunk

#qsmp

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panic-at-the-fiction · 4 years ago

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1973 pt2

Summary: (y/n) life hasn’t been the same since the school closed down and neither has her father. But there seems to be a sign of hope of the man he used to be returning with this new mission.

Warnings: I’m not doing this word for word with the movie ok. You’ve seen the movie you know how it goes.

a/n: I hope y’all like this. I know it’s going slow but I want build relationships with the characters around her not just with Peter. You got Logan who’s like the big bro everyone needs and Hank the fun uncle obviously and even Charles who right now is the absent father figure she cant even call dad. Hope you like that touch, her just referring to him as Charles other than in sarcastic context. @whyiswhatahow @willalaufeyson

We had been in the car for a few hours now with no breaks. We needed to get to Washington, DC as quickly as we could. After we found Logan’s friend, who was luckily living in Virginia only an hour away from the pentagon, we packed our things and left really early in the morning. We should be at the pentagon by 11:00.

Charles had insisted on driving. Which is bad considering he drives like an absolute madman. Hank looked like he would puke. When you're like Charles Xavier and you give up all hope, you too might drive like a madman. Logan and I, we’re in the back seat.

I’m still on the fence about believing him. Hank and Charles jumped right into helping him break a criminal out of high security prison in the hopes of helping Raven, but for all we know, she’s not in any trouble and this guy is actually working for Eric.

I turn to face him, “So Logan, tell me more about the future?”

“I already told you, kid, it’s too dangerous for you to know more than you need to. You had a good life in the future. I don't wanna mess it up.”

“Who’s to say you telling me about my life isn’t the reason I have that life.”

“That’s not how this works. Once I do what I do here, and I go back. It will be like the last 50 years I know never happened.”

“Sounds to me like no matter what you tell me, it’s going to be different anyways.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Fine, don't tell me about the future. Tell me about this friend or yours. Why do we even need him of all mutants?”

“He’s name is Peter, when I met him he was much older. Let’s just say he has some personal stakes in this, just as you do. Even if he may not know it yet.”

“Can we even trust him? If you don’t meet him until years from now, who says he’ll be the same guy you knew?”

“I don’t know much about his life as a teenager but from what I heard he liked breaking into things just to prove he could do it.” Logan smiled like he remembered something, but shook his head and continued. “Don’t worry about him, though, I’m sure you’ll trust him once you meet him.”

After that, we sat in silence. He wasn’t going to answer my questions about the future, and there wasn’t much to ask about this Peter anymore. Even if I did have a feeling that there was something Logan wasn’t telling me about him. I kept reaching into his emotions and on the surface he felt like a smartalec who’s making inside jokes that we can’t understand, but when I looked any deeper it was pain, grief and regret all twisted inside him. I liked Logan, but I didn’t like being around him and his deep emotions.

After 4 hours on the road, we finally pulled up to this boy's house. It was fairly normal looking except for the burnt out welcome mat. Charles knocked on the door and only a few seconds later an exasperated looking woman opened the door. “What has he done now? Whatever it is, I'll pay for it.” I smiled, I could feel the emotions of a little girl inside the house. She was having a blast playing dress up, and it was one of the better feelings I’ve gotten in a while.

“We aren’t cops, ma’am, we just need to talk to Peter.”

She sighed and moved to let us in and pointed to where the stairs were to the basement. It was packed with dozens of boxes which looked to have been stolen. Off to the left there was a brand-new Pac-Man machine and a pull-out couch. Right in front of the stairs, tho, was a ping pong table with a blur of silver running back and forth fast enough to play a game without a partner.

I couldn’t get a clear view of it at all, but it still spoke up. “Whatever it is, I didn't do it.”

“Of course you didn't.” Charles said sarcastically, scanning the room of all its stolen objects.

“Listen, Peter, we’re not cops.” Logan said, taking a step toward the table. Before he could take one more, the blur was gone.

“What is he? A teleporter?” Hank asked,

“I think he’s just fast.” I said. This Peter was definitely something. I couldn’t even see him for how fast he was going.

“Of course you’re not cops. If you were cops, why would you be driving a rental car?”

We all turned toward the voice. He was now sitting stretched out on the couch with a popsicle in hand. He had an arrogant smile and oddly enough silver hair that looked as if he may have stuck his head out a window of a moving car.

“Are you FBI?” I chuckled at the silly accusation, and I caught his eyes. For a moment, I felt a burst of nervousness that I wasn’t sure was mine. Then a gust of wind flew by me, and before I knew it the boy was standing only a few feet from us. “Nope, not FBI. Hey, what’s this gifted youngster place?” I looked in his hand and sure enough he had dear old dad's wallet.

“It’s an old card.” He said grumpily as he reached for his wallet. Peter only dropped the wallet and moved onto his Pac-Man game.

“He’s fascinating.” I said.

“He’s a pain in the ass.” Charles didn’t seem too pleased with this peter.

I just laughed at my dad’s irritation. I walked over to the arcade game next to where he was sitting. “You have to go left first if you're going to get around in time to beat the ghost.” I said getting absorbed deep into the game.

“How do you know that?”

“I memorized the levels.” I could see him give me a shocked look out of the corner of my eye, but I just kept staring at the screen. He felt nervous but impressed, and I was trying to not let it get to my head. “I have an eidetic memory.”

He turned back to his game. “Listen, Peter, we need your help to break someone out of prison.”

I pulled away from the game and took a few steps back over to the group. “You know that's illegal.” He said sarcastically. I laughed this time, and I felt Peter's emotions tense up.

“Only if you get caught.” I whipped back. Charles was giving me the dad side eye.

“What’s in it for me?”

I could tell Charles was getting annoyed. Mainly Because he was beginning to sober up from his hangover, but also because of the new kid peter being a quoted pain in the ass. “You, you kleptomaniac, get to break into the pentagon.”

Peter turned around, his eyes wide with excitement. For a moment he looked at me, questioning something. “How do I know I can trust you guys?”

“Because we’re just like you.” Hank said.

“Show him.” Charles almost smiled. Logan kept a straight but intense face as he let the bone-like claws rise from his knuckles.

Peter's face went white at the site. “That’s gross but… I’m in.”

#peter x y/n #peter x you #peter x reader #peter maximoff x y/n #peter maximoff x you #peter maximof x reader #peter maximoff #xmen x reader #x men fanfiction #quicksilver x y/n #quicksilver x reader #quicksilver x you

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everygame · 3 years ago

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Tower of Druaga (Arcade)

Developed/Published by: Namco Released: 06/1986 Completed: 23/11/2021 Completion: Got all the required chests and beat it. Trophies / Achievements: n/a

Wizardry: Proving Grounds of the Mad Overlord is one of the most important games in Japanese RPG history (despite not being Japanese itself), and here’s the other side of the coin: arguably the most important game to the action RPG genre: Tower of Druaga.

Tower of Druaga is known for a couple of things. One, that it’s built around the player performing obtuse, un-explained behaviors to make chests appear that without which the player cannot complete the game; and two, that although it was a smash-hit in Japan (second top grossing machine of 1984) it never received a wide release in US or European arcades and so goes almost completely unknown in the west.

(I’d actually be fascinated to find any articles or information about Tower of Druaga being released in the west--there’s very little to google for in English about Tower of Druaga, so it would require proper digging. That’s how unsuccessful it was here.)

That said, Namco has a dedication to making “fetch” (Tower of Druaga fandom) happen, because it keeps sticking Tower of Druaga on every collection it does and you get weird things like how in Pac-Man 99 there’s Tower of Druaga DLC and that. This probably seems weird, but it’s a side-effect of the fact that “fetch” happened in Japan and it would be a waste of time to remove Tower of Druaga ROMs or references from western releases plus people would obviously complain even if they’ll never play it.

Anyway. Should you play it? I didn’t come away recommending Wizardry, though I found it very educational to play. And Tower of Druaga has an obvious influence on The Legend of Zelda, Ys, and so on, so you can feel its DNA in some respects coursing through practically everything we play nowadays. It’s similarly educational, then, but holy lord do not touch this with a fucking bargepole.

I’ll give props to the team who put Namco Museum together, though. On the Switch version, you’re a mere push of the X button away from seeing what idiotic thing you have to do to find the next chest, and it even informs you if you need it or not (well, that said, it accidentally claims one of the Balance items is a trap. It isn’t, you 100% need it.) This turns the game from “a completely impossible treasure hunt” into “a nigh impossible puzzle.”

I think I imagined this would play… better? I know it’s from 1984 and that, but I just assumed it would have a Pac-Manny sort of responsiveness. No such luck, as the game locks improvements behind treasure chests and at the start of the game you control a pitifully slow hero who swings his weapon lethargically and is killed by touching anything. At the end of the game you control a slow hero who swings his weapon… still pretty slowly, to be honest? who dies after touching nearly everything.

This might be fine, except within a few levels you are navigating a maze where wizards near-randomly teleport and can fire spells at you through walls that kill you immediately unless you make sure you’re facing the spell with your shield. They’re supposed to not spawn any closer than two squares from you, but if you’re moving it doesn’t update that so you can easily walk into them as they spawn in, too, which is amazing. And if two guys shoot a spell at you from different directions? Sucks to be you I guess. Oh and when you stab them you’ll not get any feedback that they’re dead. Again, sucks to be you.

I’m fascinated by the idea that in 1984 Japanese arcades were awash with people who were pumping in 100 yen coins into this and enjoying it. That’s a lot of money for 1984! Famously, the game encouraged a communal aspect, where players worked out how to make the (brutally necessary) treasure chests appear, and I imagine that in arcades across the land there had to be notepads lying out where players jotted down their discoveries. However, this blows me away because the game is just so unrelentingly brutal, with several “gotcha” levels where it feels like wizards are upon you requiring you move immediately and specifically or die, and requirements that I genuinely can’t imagine working out or performing with any success in arcade conditions.

I mean this game, near the end, requires you defeat six enemies on one level in a specific order… and then do it again on the next? Enemies that move faster and massively outpower you? It’s not so much that I can’t imagine anyone working these kind of things out--it’s that I can’t imagine players reaching the level of virtuosity where they could, for example, get to level 30 enough times that walking around the level and surviving they’d eventually work out that you needed to walk on a specific square three times. Players must have maddened themselves touching every wall, standing in place, spinning in circles--all things you need to do to progress, while just surviving.

I beat this by saving every level--I couldn’t save during any levels, because I was worried I’d fuck up somehow and Namco Museum only allows a single save--and this took me literal hours. The final level is an exercise in brutality as you cannot defeat Druaga if you’ve taken a spell hit before he appears, and yet the game gives you such poor feedback you can easily take a spell hit you don’t notice while fighting a wizard who attacks you from four directions at once.

I’d love to see a master of Tower of Druaga play this. While playing it, the hardest levels quickly devolved to become Pac-man like memorisation strategies--I knew that if at the start of the level I moved in a particular way, I’d spawn enemies here and there and could therefore survive, but if I ever died I’d have to reload because on my next life I’d not be able to make the same thing happen. Did people’s guides, or do official guides, show you how to navigate the maps a bit like How To Win At Pac-Man? It’s the only way I can imagine seeing this through to level 60 on a single credit.

I am, to be honest, baffled by Tower of Druaga. The mania that surrounded it you’d expect to have dissipated when people realised how insane the requirements were, but the game had multiple successful home conversions in Japan (I believe the Famicom version was a massive hit) and people love it so much that many of the conversions include even harder, more obtuse dungeons to play though! I had hoped that playing with solution in hand this would be a fun arcade title that felt good to play and I just had to puzzle out how to complete a level, not what to do but no such luck. This is a miserable exercise in dying and reloading and I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.

Will I ever play it again? I’ll be taking a quick look at the Famicom version as part of Namco Museum Archives on the Switch, but I find it massively unlikely I’ll play it more than a couple of times.

Final Thought: Something else wild about the Tower of Druaga: the hero (Gil) actually has a health bar, but it’s hidden from the player. And the bad version of important pick-ups look exactly the same as the good versions! The game goes out of its way to make you not know what’s going on. How. Did. Japanese. Players. Like. This.

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Insult to Injury ft. Dadneto (Peter Maximoff - X-Men)

Author’s Note: Hey, ya’ll. I’ve been burning the midnight oil to get this fic out on time, AKA 2 consecutive nights of staying up till’ 3 am. I’ve had the idea for a Peter-centric Dadneto whump fic for a decent amount of time, and after receiving a lovely anonymous prompt, I decided to incorporate both my idea and theirs. Here we’ve got Peter after the events of Apocalypse, debilitated, and accidentally giving himself a nasty case of salmonella, before Erik comes to help. I’m pretty proud of this one, so I hope you enjoy it! This fic is unedited, sorry, so please let me know if there’s any glaring issues. For my next fic, I’m shifting away from X-Men for a hot sec so I can write a nice Detroit: Become Human whump fic with our favorite android son, Connor. I’ve been super excited about my plot concept, so I’m ecstatic to start writing it. Anyways, I hope you like this one, I worked very hard on it, and I hope you’re all excited for the DBH fic coming soon!

-Ash

Word Count: 6299

Warning: Emeto and decently graphic descriptions of physical illness

Setting: Post-Apocalypse/Pre-Dark Phoenix

If there's anything Peter Maximoff knew in this moment, it was that not being able to do the one thing your body was genetically enhanced to do, sucked. A lot.

It had been only a few days since the X-Mansion had been rebuilt and things all fell back into this synonymous routine as if the entire building hadn't exploded a short while ago. In Peter's opinion, it was all kind of creepy how easy it seemed for these kids to all just go back to learning when their home and school just got eviscerated in a hellfire, but he didn't think much of it.

All he could think about in this moment, was how immensely bored he was. Peter always had something going on with him; he was either thinking about his impending dad-related issues, plotting a prank, or deciding to go off and steal an entire Walmart's worth of Twinkies in the blink of an eye, there was always something.

Yet now, the rest of the X-Men were off with Charles helping cover up heat from the international press by cleaning up all the damage and destruction in Cairo and showing what Charles had dubbed: "diplomacy", which was too huge of a word for Peter to ever use in an everyday sentence; too many letters, and Peter was left back at the mansion since he really couldn't use his powers effectively at the moment, so it would be pretty useless for him to be tagging along.

Peter normally wouldn't have given a damn, maybe even excited at the prospect of being able to rig his friends' rooms with elaborate traps with Jello and staplers or something of the sorts while they weren't around, yet now, when faced with inescapable boredom that followed him wherever his broken leg did (everywhere), he was dying to have anything to do. As the team was suiting up to get on the jet to go back to Cairo, Peter had pathetically hobbled down to the X-Men bunker on his crutches, begging to be taken with. But they'd simply gassed up the plane and flew off, leaving Peter alone, and oh so very bored.

Which brings us to Peter now, attempting to create an omelette with 6 different cheeses, 8 different and poorly-diced peppers, a heaping assortment of minced tomatoes, and a sprinkling of those off-brand fruit snacks that are always better than the on-brand ones for some reason. It wouldn't be a Peter breakfast without some form of sweet, and in his eyes, it stuck to the healthy-ish theme. It had fruit in the name for a reason, didn't it?

The kid always had a massive appetite, and everyone that knew Peter knew this as well. You'd be hard pressed to find him without some snack or form of sustenance in his hand, scarfing it down like there was no tomorrow. It was all a byproduct of his enhanced metabolism. All that energy to run had to come from somewhere, didn't it? Little did he know, this super stomach of his would come to kick him in the ass in a few short hours. But for now, the silver-haired man child of a mutant was limping around the mansion's kitchen making a very... exotic breakfast for dinner meal.

Peter plopped the strange looking (decently gooey) excuse for an omelette into a large plate with some Twinkies and orange juice on the side. As he devoured his dinner, Peter thought anxiously about Erik. It had taken him 10 years to connect the dots, work up the courage, and even think of confronting the man to tell him of his true parentage, yet wimped out at the last minute, leaving the ambiguous: "I'm here for my family too." Peter groaned audibly to himself as his mind once again replayed the events he'd already replayed a million times before. It was embarrassing as all hell. Luckily, nobody that did know told Erik anything, which Peter was very grateful for.

Imagine learning about a woman you left 2 and a half decades ago actually birthing a son you had no idea existed and just now learned of... but not from him, despite several encounters beforehand where he had ample opportunities to do so. It'd make Peter feel like even more of a loser than a 27 year old who still lived in his mother's basement. But, to be fair, Peter was no longer a grown man living with his mom, he was a grown man living in a school where he was many years past the oldest enrolled student, while not teaching a single class; it was a step up from the basement, trust me.

Once finished with his omelette, Peter quickly washed his dishes and made his trek up the small flight of stairs to reach his room on the second floor. Over the past few days, Peter had learned just how high a set of stairs could be, especially when you end up falling down them on several attempts to slide down the handrail (and failing miserably while being laughed at by dozens of impressionable pre-teen children.) What a loser.

After reaching his room, particularly winded from this dinner excursion, Peter was grateful to see that he hadn't unplugged his television from the wall after his embarrassing fall in an attempt to get to the bathroom by himself, without his crutches, or the lights on. A simple recipe for disaster in nearly all circumstances, yet for some reason, the universe held pity for Peter and his debilitated state, and decided to not make his day any worse than it already was.

Peter ultimately decided to entertain himself with a good night-long play session of Pac-Man on his Atari 2600, also still miraculously undamaged from last night's fall. He booted up the inferior version of the game (seriously though, he'd have to get Kurt to help him teleport his arcade cabinet from his basement to the school, playing this one was getting a bit tiring on the eyes.) It sufficed, he thought as the TV harshly flashed on.

Now normally, Peter would have been up all night with his video games and rock music blaring in the background, yet tonight, something (besides his immobile leg) felt really off. Each distinct 'WOMP' from the console as the yellow circle man consumed the dashes and dots felt like a sledgehammer into Peter's eardrums, leaving a resonating ache at the base of his skull. He didn't think much of it and brushed it off, simply turning down his music a notch and backing away from the TV a few inches.

The next confusing sign that something wasn't quite right was the disconcerting shivers wracking his body. A chilly breeze seemed to sweep the room as if the AC was on full blast with the windows open on a November midnight, yet it was July and all the windows were closed and when he went to check if his AC unit was acting up, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. That's whack, Peter thought to himself as he plopped onto his bed, Atari abandoned on the rugged floor.

He didn't know how long he spent staring at the unmoving chandelier hanging lamely from the ceiling, but it felt as if seconds later, the room was not only freezing, but spinning, and suffocating. Everything felt way too close. Peter could feel every fiber of his shirt rubbing against his jacket, the itchy inside of his cast pressing up against the entirety of his right leg, and the presence of his goggles resting on his neck, now seeming like a noose closing in on his throat. He hastily tore off the eyewear and tossed them on his nightstand before deciding to shed his jacket and weakly throwing it across the room. Another move he regretted.

Without the jacket to keep his arms warm, the newfound seemingly frosty atmosphere felt like a icy flurry against his skin. In spite of his mind's confused wishes, Peter ripped the heavy blanket off the end of the bed and closed it around himself like a caterpillar ready to emerge as a butterfly the next time it saw the daylight. Peter sure as hell didn't feel like a caterpillar, but if the feeling of metamorphosis was a growing sense of intense nausea and cramping in the stomach, then hell yeah, he was crushing this butterfly business.

Fuck, what's wrong with me?! He thought to himself as he rolled onto his side. Peter rubbed at his eyes, hoping to clear the dizziness, yet only further irritating them. God damnit, he sighed internally as his face scrunched up in discomfort, releasing one of his hand's hold on the blanket to cradle his aching stomach.

"Is this karma for all that shit I stole when I was younger? That's just mean, man," Peter rasped to nobody in particular. He thought about it more though and responded to his own question, "Then again, I think that's pretty fair. Haha...Shit, man. Never thought I'd say this, but I think... I think I need help."

The sledgehammer-like headache was pounding with every bass drum beat lightly emanating from the sound system Peter hadn't turned off, another move he regretted. He couldn't decide if the pros outweighed the cons: hobbling through the dark to possibly remedy a source of his suffering, but relinquishing his hold on the only thing keeping him from feeling like freezing. Peter played it safe, much to his cranium's dismay.

Peter stared off towards the wall at nothing in particular as he tried oh so hard to draw his mind's focus from how terrible he felt to literally anything else. It wasn't working out so well. And so, Peter laid there, blanket tossed over himself, single leg drawn up to his chest, shivering like a leaf in a rainstorm, as nauseous as a toddler who just rode their first roller coaster, feeling like he was about to cry, and alone. What a miserable way to spend the night.

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If there's anything Erik Lehnsherr knew in this moment, it was that he was beyond irritated that Charles wasn't at the mansion to run his own school. Despite leaving the school once he'd helped rebuild it to try and seek solitude to wrap his mind around his place in the world and everything that'd happened to him, Erik was back at the mansion once again. He was ready to lay down the foundations for his new mutant hideaway, Genosha, and needed Charles's connections to the government to help smooth over his charges and get clearance to have his isolated society where he might truly find happiness and solace. The universe had spoken, and he obviously wasn't cut out to be a nuclear family kind of guy.

Unbeknownst to him, Erik had once again meandered into a setting with his unrealized son. Also unbeknownst to him, that son was currently cooped up alone in his room, feeling like death.

Erik uncomfortably paced around the mansion, checking Charles's office, the X-Men bunker, and all the other places he might have been, yet the telepath was nowhere to be found. Erik sighed, he knew coming this late was a bargain, one, it turns out, he'd come to lose. The school itself was eerily quiet. It was if the entire mansion was empty or something. Peaceful, yet unsettling for a man who knew nothing but chaos.

Erik was about to borrow a book someone had abandoned in the foyer when he heard the muffled melodies of American rock music echoing from the upstairs floor. It must be that problematic Peter child, Erik thought to himself. From what he told himself was a civil duty to the rest of the sleeping kids in the school (but was actually his own way to cope with his curiosity) Erik decided to check up on the snarky young man to ask if he'd turn down the tunes.

As he approached the door, Erik was bracing himself for something extremely untamed. Perhaps a messy, greasy slophole of a living area, or maybe a drunk and uncontrollably obnoxious man dancing to his music in the nude. You never really knew with Peter, and Erik had come to expect the strangest out of the boy from the few genuine interactions they've had.

Erik gently tapped his knuckles against the door, waiting patiently for a 'come in', or something along the lines of those words, yet it never came. Raising a questioning yet not too surprised eyebrow, Erik knocked again, using slightly harder bangs, not wishing to make a ruckus and wake anyone else in the hallway up. Again, nothing. Although it could have simply boiled down to Peter not hearing him from his loud and abhorrent music, Erik was growing slightly irritated with the lack of a response. So with his last reserves of patience, he knocked one final time, once again listening for a signal or cue to enter. He was met with nothing yet again.

Wondering for the worst and fully expecting to meet a blackout drunk Peter when he opened the door, Erik tentatively jiggled the doorknob, which just so happened to be unlocked, and stepped inside. Thankfully, he was not met with a naked dancing or woefully drunk mutant speedster, but most would probably argue that what he was met with was quite worse. And that being a rancid stench of sick and sour nastiness lingering in the air, a poorly plopped pile of blankets draped over the culprit of the odor, and the culprit himself lying pale and flushed on the floor beside his bed, covered in his own vomit.

Erik's nose crinkled up from being met by the strongly nauseating smell of the room, reaching for the light switch on the wall to aid the sad little table lamp and glow of the TV in illuminating the room. Now he truly saw the pity-worthy situation for what it was. Peter laid in a heap on the ground next to his bed; he'd clearly trying to make it to the en suite bathroom just a few feet away. However, with his dizzy mind and immobile leg, he didn't make it very far and ended up expelling his dinner in a much less... dignified location (if you could consider a toilet bowl a very dignified location), that undignified location being all over his lap and onto his faded Pink Floyd t-shirt.

Not knowing how to really handle the situation, Erik called out a soft, "Peter?" hoping to elicit a response. Yet, just like at the door, he was met with nothing. As he approached the boy, thoughts of anxiety and panic circled through his mind. What would he say to him when he woke up? Would he be uncomfortable with Erik of all people coming to help? Would he be confused? Would he not care? He felt undeniably and inexplicably awkward. Erik shook the thoughts from his conscious as he knelt down to try and meet Peter's face.

"Peter?" he asked again. Erik tentatively reached over to tap the boy's face, which was contorted in a pinched expression of discomfort, marred further by the vomit drying in a trail down his chin.

Once Erik's hand made contact with Peter's cheek, he wanted to retract it. From the split second interaction, Erik had felt the clammy, sweaty, and scorching hot skin and was growing concerned. The slight physical prodding finally made Peter respond.

"Mom?" he asked groggily, voice cracking, "I'll put my dishes in the sink in a minute... I'm tired..."

Erik let out a harsh sigh, bending his neck in an attempt to make eye contact with the boy.

"Peter, I'm not you-" Erik was cut off.

"Yeah yeah... I'm not your maid. I know, Ma. Just... give me five."

"Peter." Erik stated bluntly yet with a hint of unease, unsure if Peter was delirious or just messing with him, "look at me, please."

Peter cracked open his eyes and blearily met Erik's stoic and collected face. He blinked a few times, slowly and deliberately, calculating who was kneeling in front of him, before letting out a weak and wheezy chuckle, "hey there, refrigerator ornament. Wassup?"

Erik rolled his eyes, responding with, "I came to ask you to turn down your atrocious music so you won't wake any of the other children who are trying to sleep. When I came in here, you were passed out on the floor. Would you like to explain to me what happened?"

"Nah... it isn't all too interesting"

"Peter, can you please act like an adult for 2 minutes? Please?"

"Oh man, the Nazi-hunting, president-killing, horseman of the Apocalypse is bustin' out the PLEASES. Look out, world, Lord of the Vacation Souvenirs has a new tactic... MANNERS!"

Peter burst out laughing at his own adolescent joke, ending in a wheezy struggle to catch his own breath. Erik couldn't tell if he was just screwing with him or genuinely needed help. This behavior seemed pretty normal for the immature mutant.

"Look, Peter, I really just need to know if you're okay. Can you answer that simple question, please?"

"Man, your tactics are workin' like a charm. I guess I'll tel-" Peter was cut off by a repulsing gag, hunching over and expelling his stomach's contents... again, this time, however, onto Erik's shirt, quickly travelling in a sad trail down onto his freshly-ironed pants. Peter's bloodshot eyes went side with embarrassment as he quickly transitioned his gaze to the floor.

Erik's face was caught frozen still as his mind caught up with what had just happened. As repulsed as he was, it wasn't like he hadn't seen worse. But that still didn't make the fact that he was just puked on any less disgusting. After audibly exhaling through his nose, Erik once again focused on the miserable man child in front of him, who was now anxiously tapping his fingernails on the hard plaster of his cast, deliberately trying to avoid eye contact.

God damnit, Peter, He thought to himself as he continued tapping, it's bad enough leaving him with a painfully ambiguous response during a battle to save all of humanity, ultimately ruining a perfectly good chance to fess up, but now look what you've done. You fucking threw up on him. Peter felt himself growing smaller as his subconscious shamed him for his uncontrollable bout of illness. It was stupid and ultimately all in his head, but it didn't make him feel any less shit about his situation.

After taking the few quiet seconds, Erik stood up, and whether it was out of pity or some subconscious moral quest, grabbed Peter by the armpits and dragged him to the bathroom.

"W-what the?" Peter asked, confused by the harsh white light of the bathroom and the sudden shift in scenery.

"Well I'm not going to let you sit in your own disgusting clothes. I have standards, you know. Can you undress yourself? I'll get us both some clean clothes."

Peter grunted in response. It meant: yeah, I think I can take off my own clothes, bro... once the room stops spinning. Erik, however, had already up and left, stripping off his own soiled shirt and rifling through Peter's dresser drawers, and taking the opportunity to flick off the television and silence the music that had been awkwardly filling the room's background space up until now.

Peter didn't have much variety in his clothing, dark jeans and band logo t-shirts were most of his dresser's arsenal. Not wishing to be clad in a Metallica shirt for the rest of the night, he dug a bit further into the seemingly endless assortment of shirts till he found a plain white short sleeve, sighing in relief. He grabbed a random shirt from the top of the assortment which just so happened to have the Journey logo on it, and set off to find new pants for the boy.

Back in the bathroom, Peter was still laying slumped against the bathtub, shivering. Everything around him had seemingly slowed to a halt, not unlike when he was running past the speed of sound, but this time deceleration just felt... wrong.

The crashing rhythm of the rock music had come to a halt, yet it didn't cease the incessant throbbing ache in his head, as if the bass riffs and the harsh taps of the snare were on a permanent loop with earbuds permanently glued to his ears. He was trying his best to prevent himself from groaning or whining as to not sound like even more of a child in front of Erik, but honestly, he didn't want his nonexistent father right now, he wanted his mom.

Peter was snapped from his self loathing by Erik's footfalls growing progressively louder as he approached him. Erik had thrown on a pair of track pants and a random white shirt. He was holding a pair of sweatpants and another shirt for Peter so he could be free of his sweat-slick and vomit-covered clothes.

"Hey, you don't get to keep those. I like those pants," Peter stated sarcastically, still trying to put up a front, although he was unsure why. He'd needed help, it was painfully obvious, so why was he still pushing his father away? Resentment? Anger? Pride? No... fear.

"Arms up," Erik instructed, preparing to take Peter's shirt off for him.

"Yo, you know I'm not a toddler, right? I can take off my own god damn shirt."

"You sure don't act like you're a day older than one, and I don't wanna risk you accidentally suffocating getting stuck in your own clothing so... arms up."

Peter sighed and did as he was told. Erik swiftly peeled the top off the boy and felt around his back, finding it clammy and warm. As if he'd just went from the tropics to Antarctica, the shirt leaving his skin exposed his skin to a whole new level of cold. The sensation ripped through his spine as his teeth started chattering. Hoping Erik had a brain underneath that skull, Peter was (im)patiently waiting for the man to save him from the frosty winds of his newly installed Arctic bathroom and slip the new shirt over him already. However, much to Peter's dismay, Erik turned on the tub's faucet, soaking a hand towel in cold water before leaning over and placing it on Peter's exposed back.

The second the frigid cloth made contact with his skin, Peter recoiled, back arching backwards, arms frantically bending to try and remove it. Erik sighed, slightly out of pity, and continued holding it down.

"Is this some cruel punishment? What did I do?" Peter pleaded, hoping to distract himself from crying by use of humor.

"You're scorching and sticky and it's just disgusting. I'm cooling you down, so relax," Erik explained. "It'll be a few more seconds, I just needed to get all the sweat off of you."

And as quickly as it had begun, the endeavor was over and Erik was threading Peter's strikingly pale and flimsy arms through the shirt holes. Peter audibly sighed, feeling like he'd just spent an hour in an industrial freezer and was now back into a normal temperature.

Erik's eyes drifted to Peter's legs, immediately noticing a flaw in his plan. How was he going to change Peter's pants with that full leg cast?

"Peter, how do you typically change your pants considering your current... situation?" Erik asked.

"It's pretty simple. I don't," Peter replied bluntly.

"W-what?"

"Well, after I got my leg set a few days ago, I changed into jeans, not wanting to be in flight suit pants for the next week of my life, and I haven't swapped since. It's like, physically impossible."

"So... you've been wearing the same (disgustingly dirty) pants all week?"

"Yeah, pretty much. Hank says I should be grateful that it'll heal in a couple days, most people you'd find passed out on their floor covered in vomit with a full leg cast would have been wearing their nasty pants for weeks."

Erik sighed, tossing Peter's soiled shirt and the sweatpants back into the bedroom before meeting his gaze.

"Alright, Peter, I'm going to set you up in bed now."

"Sounds grea-" Peter was once again, clamping his hand over his mouth, pathetically dragging himself over to the toilet to prevent throwing up all over himself again.

Erik saw his distress and lifted the toilet lid and seat, prompting Peter to start heaving into the sad and dreary porcelain bowl. Each dry or productive heave sent another pulsing wave of pain and violent nausea from his stomach to seemingly every conceivable inch of his body in a viscous cycle of suffering. Erik could do nothing but watch as the silver-haired boy wretched in agony, each heave causing his breath to hitch, caught in his throat, as another bout of sick rushed up past his lips, crashing into the toilet bowl.

Erik wanted to reach over and rub Peter's back or offer a semblance of physical comfort for the anguish he must have been feeling. He'd often do this for his daughter, Nina, whenever she had a stomach bug. Erik reached out his hand, only to quickly retract it, shaking haunting thoughts from his mind. This boy was not his child, and in no way would he ever come close to being Nina. What was he thinking?

Guilt quickly overtook the memories as Peter finished his session of sickness. He sagged limply against the side of the toilet, face still partially hidden by the rim of the bowl. When he looked up at Erik, he looked awful. Beyond awful.

Red-rimmed eyes, clearly there as Peter attempted to stop the obvious tears from spilling over, met cool yet collected ones, the former's being full of pain, not just from this embarrassment or the physical turmoil he'd just endured, but something else. Erik knew those eyes. He knew them because for so long, they were the ones he'd stared at in the mirror, day after day, for years, until he'd found Charles, only to come face to face again with those demonized eyes in the form of an immature mutant puking his guts out on his bathroom floor. They were the eyes of a young man who was lost, feeling alone, hiding a part of themselves they wanted to let go, to set free, so they could truly be happy, yet he couldn't possibly decipher what could be internally destroying the boy.

"I-I'm sorry you had to watch that..." Peter said softly as his head lolled over.

"It's fine," Erik replied with a tone to match that of Peter's.

"I'm pretty sure... that I'm done. For now?" It came out as more of a question, but at this point, Peter wasn't trusting any signal his body was sending him. Every impulse had been smudged and cloudy in his mind, and paired with the seemingly endless headache and the relentless chills racking his body from the fever, Peter was sure that if his mind were a computer hard drive, it would have self destructed out of a deadly virus slowly hacking into the hardware.

But alas, Peter was no computer, and so he was stuck with this mystery illness, cooped up in his room, unable to run, with Erik mother-hecking Lehnsherr. His fever-addled mind was barely functioning at this point, so he didn't register anything but dizzying blurred images swirling around his head and slightly-grumbled voice swimming in his ears as Erik scooped the kid up like a newlywed bride and carried him off to bed.

Peter had never been more grateful to grace the comfort of his duvet, ready to sleep. He halfheartedly grabbed at it in an attempt to cover himself and finally warm up. Erik sighed with pity, grabbing it for him and draping it over his shoulders before moving over to stand by the nightstand and awkwardly watching Peter try and get comfortable.

Despite the obvious fact that his body wanted him to sleep, Peter's mind was racing everywhere except the realm of unconsciousness. Every thought was emphasized ten-fold as it bounced around his head until the only things remaining were his want, heck, his need, to tell Erik the truth, and the hesitant and unsure anxiety lingering in the background of his subconscious that was stopping him from doing just that.

Fevers, though, as Peter was quickly learning, tended to do weird shit to what your brain was really trying to accomplish, often scrambling any message you tried to expel to the point where it may or may not have even been your true intentions. And hell, it was an even bigger gamble if you'd remember any of the dumb shit you'd done or said. It was as if the heat had boiled all the potentially embarrassing memories away, which was at least kinda nice.

With everything happening, Peter thought it best for Erik to just pack up and scoot from the premises, as not to accidentally say or do something stupid that might come back to bite him in the ass later, but Peter wasn't about to pull an asshole move on the man who'd just helped him despite not being obligated to at all.

So, instead of verbally asking, Peter did the next most "mature" thing he could have in his debilitated and helpless situation. He pretended to be asleep in a pathetic hope that Erik would leave on his own. He didn't. Peter ended up looking like he was trying way too hard to be asleep than any real asleep person, and after a few minutes, Erik caught on.

"Peter, I know you're not actually sleeping," Erik said, not putting on any sort of specific emotion.

Peter cracked one red and tired eye open, meeting Erik's gaze yet again. Peter sighed and turned over onto his side, back to the other man, bleary eyes trying to focus on anything that wasn't Erik. Sleep, a seemingly effortless task for most, eluded Peter as he let out an a low whine. This was miserable.

"Hey, Erik?"

"Yes?"

"I umm... never mind..."

"What were you going to say?"

"It's nothing... I just feel stupid since I can't even do the easiest thing on the planet."

"Is there anything I can do?"

The question struck Peter like a cold dagger to the heart, it sounded so much like something his mom would say, who was practically the only person he wanted in that moment. Peter didn't like to be weak or expose any of his fears. He preferred to be distant and reserved, to hide all that insecurity with stupid dry humor and sarcasm. His mom and his sisters were really the only ones who he'd truly been open with, and when faced with these new circumstances, finally able to reconnect with the father he never had, he was frozen in place, and after pushing people away and closing himself off for so long, not knowing what to do to reach out and truly face what he needed to.

Completely internally and externally overwhelmed, Peter let his dam of pride burst, letting his emotional flood pour out of his eyes in the form of earnest, choked sobs. He bit his lip and weakly rubbed at his eyes in an attempt to hide his distress.

Erik was taken aback, taking a step towards him, before backpedaling as fast as the initial paternal instinct had seized him. He didn't know what to do. Erik was conflicted, scared of overstepping boundaries, but wholeheartedly wanting to comfort the clearly suffering boy lying in bed in front of him.

And in a flash of instinct, an unspoken, deep-rooted, yet unknown draw towards the silver-haired boy, Erik sat down on the mattress, back meeting Peter's, and leaning over his shoulder to rub his back

Erik's hand was shaky, unsure if it should truly be there. He felt the heat radiating off Peter's skin through his t-shirt. Erik glanced down further to Peter's face, and despite the hands trying (and failing) to cover his eyes, saw it covered in a new sheen of sweat quickly mixing with his tears, pale and pasty with angry crimson patches sitting pretty as pictures on his cheeks and forehead. Everything in that moment accentuated both how awfully awkward Erik and truly terrible Peter felt.

Erik didn't even know if Peter was lucid anymore. He was breaking down into tears, shivering and being comforted by someone who was practically a stranger. Eventually, the sobs dwindled into whimpers and Erik's nerves were starting to taper off himself. The room fell into a weirdly calm silence as the two decided to not say anything. Until Peter's shaky voice cut through the room.

"Y-you know... when I was a dumb little kid, I thought I-I could outrun germs. Look at me now. I can't even cook a f-freakin' omelette without making myself sick... I never needed to cook for myself, it was always my mom, or Hostess cakes."

"..." Erik wanted to say something, anything, but he was unsure what, or if Peter would understand.

"I can't do anything right... life tosses me chances and I just fuck em' all up."

Erik soon realized Peter was no longer talking about his omelette, but something deeper.

"I just wish... you could've d-done this for me when I was still that dumb little kid. I wish for so much to be different. I'd always wanted a d-dad, and when I finally figured out who he was, I learn he'd gone off to kill the president! I-I don't know..."

"W-what?"

"I m-might not be able to outrun germs, but my entire l-life, I've outrun everything. The law, my responsibilities, adulthood... But now, the one time when I finally can't run from anything, out of all of my problems, I gotta face you of all things. N-not the way I thought this would happen..." Peter's words died out as he fell silent.

Erik wasn't sure he'd heard Peter properly. Until something in his mind clicked. Everything he's done up until now: "my mom once knew a guy who could do that..." and "I'm here for my family too..." Oh my god, he thought, I'm... I-I'm Peter's... father? Who else had he been with before his wife... Magda. Oh god.

Erik pulled his hand away from Peter's back. This caused Peter to moan and flip onto his back, staring directly at Erik, eyes cutting straight to his heart like knives.

"W-why'd you stop? It was nice..." Peter admitted shyly.

"I-I need a second, Peter. I'm sorry," Erik sighed as he pushed himself off the mattress.

Peter said nothing as his eyes drifted back to his bedspread. Disappointment lurking behind his bloodshot irises.

Erik walked off to the bathroom, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He stared up at himself in the mirror, hands gripped tightly around the basin. This couldn't be happening. Not after Nina, not again. Erik was just... terrified. Terrified of the idea of getting close again. Anyone who's ever been a part of Erik's family... had died. His parents, his wife, his daughter; he didn't want Peter to join the list of people the universe was just deemed to kill. He knew that Peter was far from dying, it was a simple fact that the kid couldn't cook and he'd fed himself something underdone. Yet, it was all happening, it was all too fast, and everything felt so damn scary.

He knew, deep down, that this was the truth. It only made sense that the Magda didn't wanna tell her son that his dad was an internationally targeted terrorist that's murdered dozens of people, and this kid had no reasons to lie about it. God... Erik didn't know how to feel, what he should do, but he did know that had a need to comfort Peter, who'd just confessed a secret he'd been hiding for who knows how long, and was now laying alone, probably feeling abandoned again, after pouring his heart out knowing full well it might be shot down.

Whether it was all intentional was yet to be seen. Again, fevers did weird shit.

Erik let out a low sigh and opened the door, finding Peter curled up on himself as best he could, softly whining, mumbling incoherently to himself. Erik stepped over and sat down on the bed again, the entire mattress dipping from his weight.

"I'm sorry, Peter. I am very happy you told me..." Erik was searching for the right words, "the truth."

" 'r welc'm" Peter mumbled as his puffy eyelids slid over his tired brown eyes.

"Is there anything you need me to do for you right now?"

"J'st... stay please. I-It's embarassin', I know, but I just... my mom used to do it..."

"Alright, Peter. I'm not gonna leave, so just try to sleep, okay?"

Peter didn't need to be told twice as his mind and body worked in harmony, finally allowing Peter to be lulled off to the realm of unconsciousness. And although he knew it wasn't necessary, Erik wished to add to the intimacy of this quiet moment, a type of moment so rare and inconstant in both of their lives, so he pushed himself up against the headboard, laying out flat on the bed, and carded his fingers into Peter's silky silver locks. And out of habit, maybe a sort of tendency he'd developed from doing it with Nina, or an obligation to share what he felt Peter deserved, he began to hum his family lullaby, ever so slowly and softly, drowning out any other thing the world wanted to toss at them. Because in that moment... Erik and Peter had found something they'd both been missing for so long, peacefulness and contentment. And for that short night, it was all they needed.

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theultimateegghead-blog · 7 years ago

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My top 10 least favorite bosses.

I love boss battles, they are a great way to challenge the player and to wrap up a level or a game. Not all bosses are made equal though, for every great boss there is a mediocre one as well. These bosses got on my bad side due to various reasons. Now, this list is subjective and my opinion, not every boss on this list is terrible from a design standpoint, and there may even be some on this list you may not agree with. This is fine, your free to have your favorites or least favorites. In fact, I would love to see your least favorite bosses in the comments if you would please. Secondly, no bosses from my top 50 list will be on this list. This is to avoid redundancy. Lets take a look at some of my least favorite bosses.

NUMBER 10 - Xande (Final Fantasy 3)

This just goes to show that not every boss on this list is bad. On a purely technical note, Xande is a perfectly fine boss, however to describe this foe in one word would be “disappointment”. Xande is built up as the ultimate bad guy in Final Fantasy III. His magic literally tearing the world apart and just causing havoc. He is so strong that approaching his tower before it is time results in a game over. He seems to be almighty, or so you would believe. After conquering one of the longest and most difficult dungeons in one of the hardest numbered Final Fantasy games, Xande is just lackluster. He is an incredibly basic magic oriented boss with lukewarm stats, he is barely threatening. His death introduces the true final boss so he just serves as a Segway to the cloud of darkness. Despite being the primary antagonist of Final Fantasy III, he isn’t even given a spot in the dissidia roster. Talk about a let down.

How this boss could have been better – Beef him up to final boss status and just get rid of the could of darkness.

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NUMBER 9 - Ghost of Lady Comstock (Bioshock Infinite)

This boss is an infamous one for sure. I am one of those people who was disappointed by Bioshock Infinite. It was a great game but it just lacked the special atmosphere that made Bioshock 1 great for me. Enemies felt more bland and uninspired, and the ghost of lady Comstock is a boring boss to take down. The battle drags on forever with the ghost just teleporting around and constantly reviving fallen enemies to fight alongside her. She is fought several times and each time she is just annoying. She can take a lot of punishment and it is hard to break her out of reviving everyone you just defeated. Whats worse is that my game crashed the first time I beat her, causing me to have to fight her twice, then the second time my power went out! I fought this boss more times than necessary…and I didn’t like it at all.

How this boss could have been better – If it weren’t so long…

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NUMBER 8 – Final boss (Ninja Gaiden II)

There are a number of bad NES era bosses. Though I cannot necessarily say its totally unforgivable, because of the era there was no norm, no bar that was set when it came to boss quality. Though, what is bad is when you take a pre-existing boss that was fine and make it worse. The final boss of Ninja Gaiden II for the NES is a three part endurance test. The first form is a humanoid enemy that floats around shooting tons of fireballs and is a general nuisance to hit. The second form is a large room with a ceiling that drips dangerous liquid and a giant head that shoots lasers, this part is tough and can drain health fast. Stage three is essentially a repeat of the final boss of the first game, now with hands. After destroying its head, you must destroy its core while it shoots attacks everywhere. What makes this so bad? YOU NEED TO DO THIS WITH ONLY ONE HEALTH BAR! If you die, you need to redo the final stage, its unnecessarily punishing.

How this boss could have been better – If it either restored health between stages or allowed you to restart from the beginning of the fight.

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NUMBER 7 - Krauser QTE fight (Resident Evil 4)

Ill keep this one brief because most gamers know about this fight. Resident Evil 4 is an action horror game with occasional quick time events. Up until this point these events were for either outrunning boulders or avoiding enemy attacks during fights. This fight occurs during a cutscene and comes out of virtually nowhere. The window of time to react is very small and a single error will cause you to have to restart the cutscene. Its just so out of place and unnecessary…

How this boss could have been better – It could have been an actual fight…

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NUMBER 6 - Alpha 152 (Dead or Alive 4)

Fighting game bosses can be some of the most unfair and frustrating things a gamer has to overcome. While the majority of final bosses from fighting games could make this list, I decided to pick Alpha 152 from DOA4. Alpha is a clone of Hitmone, but her moveset is unique. She can turn the battle on its head at any moment and cut your health down to nothing in one massive combo. She is fast, she is aggressive, she can counter most attacks and she can teleport. The combos I mentioned are insanely long and hard to avoid. She serves as the final boss for most characters story mode, in story mode she isn’t as bad. In arcade mode however, she is a nightmare, her aggression is through the roof and she must be defeated twice in order to win! This boss is frustrating to fight and can be downright unfair at times. Nothing stings worse in DOA4 than having her down at 10% health while you have high health, only to be destroyed by her.

How this boss could have been better – If her combos were toned down just a bit.

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NUMBER 5 - Doc Robot (Mega Man 3)

Doc robot is perhaps the most unnecessary boss of all time. This dude is a cheap gimmick made to try to expand the run time of Mega Man 3. You have to fight him 8 times, 8 times! Each time he gets a new gimmick stolen from the Mega Man 2 robot masters and uses them in a far more annoying way. He tends to just hover over you to deal continuous damage, which is something I really do not like. This boss is just pointless padding and gives no reward to be beaten. I don’t like this boss because he is annoying and overstays his welcome.

How this boss could have been better – If he were encountered once, but used multiple boss attacks, it would have been much more memorable and tolerable.

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NUMBER 4 - Gyorg (Majora's Mask)

This is referring to the N64 version of Gyorg, because the 3DS version is substantially better. Gyorg is the worst boss of the worst temple in Majora’s Mask. A giant shark like monster that swims around a platform that Link is standing one. While on the platform, the beast will try to knock Link into the water, so they can eat him. In order to beat Gyorg, you have to use the Zora mask and fight it underwater, occasionally stunning it to hit it. Here lies the problem, your underwater so your dealing with those kind of controls. The second problem is that Gyorg recovers to quickly and the camera tends to shift away from them when you try to escape, often meaning you get eaten. So basically the camera ruins this boss and makes it a total chore to fight. I had to restart the great bay temple at least 3 times because I ran out of time trying to beat this thing on my first run of Majora’s Mask oh so many years ago…

How this boss could have been better – It actually is better in the 3DS remake, Nintendo learned from their mistakes.

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NUMBER 3 -Elana The squalid Queen (Dark Souls 2)

This boss was perhaps the most sour point of the Crown of the Sunken king dlc. To make a long story short, shes a shard of a great evil named Manus and is probably responsible for the downfall of her kingdom. Shes essentially the main antagonist of the DLC even though she is overshadowed by the Dragon. The first gripe with her is the fact that, unless you know where a secret bonfire is, dieing to her will send you back far. She fights similar to the final boss, but has a knack for teleporting around and using magic attacks when your not looking. This isn’t so bad, but she has a lot of health, does a lot of damage and summons help. The summoning is why I hate this boss, she summons enemies that can inflict toxic. She can summon skeletons, which is not so bad, but she can also summon another boss that can tear you apart. This boss is badly designed and is one of the bosses that made me legit angry. I was extremely relieved when I finally bested her, only to meet a dragon face to face literally a minute after.

How this boss could have been better – Just get rid of her summoning ability, its just not fair having her summon another boss.

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NUMBER 2 - Sir Arthur (Sonic and the Black Knight)

King Arthur is the primary antagonist for the majority of the mediocre Sonic and the Black Knight. His presence is virtually none-existent until the boss fight. He fights you on horseback and spends most of the fight running away and pestering you with magic and warping swords. If he gets enough distance he will turn around and charge. All of his attacks are annoying but not very hard to dodge or avoid. So why is he this high on the list? Three words… Quick Time Event. In order to damage him you have to swing the wii mote to parry him. The timing is almost inhumanly precise and more often than not it doesn’t matter if you do is spot on, you will fail. If you beat the game you know which QTE in particular makes this boss horrible. If you don’t, watch the game grumps play through, because it shows this boss’ absurdity at its greatest. This boss is for me the worst sonic boss yet.

How this boss could have been better – If the quick time event was removed, this boss would be off the list. Though even then it would still be a very mediocre boss.

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NUMBER 1 - Clyde's Machine (Pac Man World 2)

This is a boss I despise. Clyde’s machine is the third ghost robot boss and the fourth boss of Pac-Man World 2. These bosses can only be damaged by jumping on their heads, usually this isn’t to hard of a task, but Clyde ups the difficulty to 11. On an uneven platform surrounded by lava, a single misstep will result in a dead Pac-Man. And boy oh boy, how often that happens. Pac Man seems to just want to take a lava bath! You stand still, you die because one of his attacks pushed you in the lava. You move? You die because you fell into the lava. You stay in the middle of the platform? Isnt it wonderful how all his attacks just hit you head on when you do that? You try to rev roll? Hello Lava my old friend… The worst part is that even attacking him might send you flying into the pit for no reason. The only saving grace is that this boss has checkpoints…

How this boss could have been better – If it didn’t exist.

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Thank you for reading my list! What bosses got under your skin? Feel free to share in the comments! Next time we will be taking a more positive turn to look at my top 10 favorite grass type Pokemon, see you then, ciao!

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luna-moon-201-blog · 8 years ago

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Under The Nightmare Before Tale (Halloween Special)

Frisk smiles as she fixes her black pointy hat to look just right on her head. She looks at herself in the mirror to see how great she looks in her long black dress and a dark purple cape that goes down half way of her back. She made sure to put the makeup on to make herself a really scary looking witch.

“Frisk, it’s time to go” called Toriel from downstairs.

Frisk said smiling, “okay I’ll be there soon!”

She put the black lipstick on as she saw that her mouth is starting to turn dark black. She nods as she knew that it was exactly what she wanted. She put the lip gloss back into her door as she made her way out of her room and ran down the stairs to see her mom all dressed up as the Snow Queen.

Toriel looks at Frisk and smiles as she twirls her blue with white snowflake dress around. The dress has fluffy white cotton around the collar, the sleeves, and the bottom of her dress. Toriel also has a fake tiara that has a large blue snowflake in the middle of the tiara on her head.

“What do you think?”

Frisk giggles, “you look amazing, Mom!”

Toriel smiles, “I’m so glad you like it. It does suit me well with this pretty dress.”

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Toriel went to answer it to see two skeleton boys stood by the door. The one has black curly hair wearing a nice black jacket and black pants with his normal brown shirt inside. The other one is wearing his normal gray jacket only his shirt is bright neon orange and black pants his shoes are a red and black stripe.

Frisk smiles, “Sam, Tanner, you two are early.”

Sam shrugs, “Mom and Dad wanted us to get you guys sooner. They want to start the party earlier.”

Toriel nods, “I’ll call everyone and tell them to hurry.”

She went to her cell phone while Frisk stood talking to the two skeleton.

“I’m so excited! This is the first time we all go into Halloween Town especially right on the holiday itself.”

Tanner nods, “you're going to love it! If you think that Halloween Parties are great in the Human World you haven’t seen what it’s like for Halloween Town. We also get to stay up very late to have fun!”

Frisk giggles, “I’m sure I’m going to really love it.”

Sam shrugs, “it all depends if you don’t freak out or anything.”

Tanner turns to look at Sam, “oh come on I’m sure they can handle it.”

Sam crossed his arms saying, “you have no idea how easily humans can really get scared do you?”

After twenty minutes everyone came in.

Sans looks at Sam and nods, “nice to meet ya kiddo.”

Sam nods, “same goes for you too uh… Sans right?”

Sans nods, “yup, that’s me.”

Sans and Flowey are the only two not wearing any costumes. Everyone else had their costumes on.

Undyne is dress as a pirate with her long red coat button all the way up and her black boots. Her red hair is normally tied in a ponytail.

Alphys is dressed up as one of her favorite anime character in her mix pink and white puffy dress.

Mettaton is dressed up as a handsome prince with his dazzling.

Napstablook is kinda dressed like Pac-Man with his little top hat and a shirt that has Pac-Man’s face on it.

Asgore is dress like Dracula with his fake vampire teeth and his long red and black cape.

Papyrus is dress as Batman with his black cape and clothing has a black mask to look just like Batman.

Muffet is dressed up like a chef with her white coat and hat and a pink apron over the coat.

Toriel smiles seeing everyone's costumes, “you all look quite lovely.”

Sam nods agreeing with Toriel, “yeah, look horrifying tonight.”

Tanner laughs as he held onto Frisk’s hand, “that’s what I will say too.”

Sam sighs as he brushes his brown shirt before he grabs the potion to take them all to Halloween Town.

“Alright let’s see what this baby can do!”

Sam threw the potion on the floor a green smoke cover the room and soon they all appear into Halloween Town.

Sans said with his arms cross, “heh, this is just like my shortcuts.”

Tanner nods, “yeah, it’s pretty cool.”

Sam lead the others right into Halloween Town when he saw that they all had made it on time for Jack’s performance.

Everyone in town was singing ‘This Is Halloween’ as Jack started to come with his scarecrow costume riding on a wooden horse with a monster having an ax over his head holding the rope and pulling the wooden horse.

“Looks like we got here just in time to see Dad’s act,” said Tanner as he and Frisk ran up closer to the crowds.

Sam looks at the others, “try not to freak out or anything okay?”

Sans ask a bit skeptical, “why?”

Even Toriel and Muffet were both skeptical.

“Well,” said Sam as he scratches his head, “normally after dad jumps into the fountain and comes back up he makes his scary face and it’s normal for us but it might be scary for you guys.”

Sans nods in understanding, “will do I’ll make my shortcut so Frisk don’t need to see it but Paps…”

“Don’t worry,” said Undyne, “I’ll just cover his eyes sockets when Jack starts to come out of the fountain.”

Papyrus was confused but like the idea not seeing something scary.

Alphys spoke up, “I… I’ll just uh… cover my eyes.”

Sam sighs as he smiles, “okay yeah, wanted to warn you guys since you know…”

Toriel smiles as she nods her head, “thank you.”

Sam looks at Toriel, “no problem.”

Sans immediately teleported next to Frisk as Jack grab the torch from the crowds and put himself on fire as he started to make himself go back and forth on the horse to make it scarier.

Frisk’s eyes widened as she yells, “Jack is on fire!”

Tanner nods happily, “isn’t it cool! He does this every year! One of his best performance ever!”

Frisk looks at Tanner with shock, “but he can get hurt!”

Tanner looks at Frisk with confusion as Sans explains, “uh… Frisk it’s okay he probably has something where he can’t get burned. Right?”

Tanner nods, “yeah, that costume dad’s wearing is fireproof so he just looks to really be on fire but he’s really not only his clothes is.”

Frisk sighs in relief to know that Jack is not really on fire or not going to be hurt by the flames.

Jack stops for a second as he crouched down and leap himself off of the horse and right into the green goo water of the fountain.

Sans said as he covers Frisk’s eyes, “this is the part I have to uh… not let you see. Sam told us that Jack does something pretty scary that I know you’ll freak out.”

Frisk nods in understanding as she thanks Sans for covering the view.

Jack rose up from the fountain wearing his normal clothing and his black bat bow tie only difference is that he’s wearing a dark purple cape that shines with the light. He waited for the town to finish singing as he put his bony fingers into his mouth and soon made his horrifying face expression showing his snake tongue as he yells so loud to make everyone shiver and yelled with fright.

Even if Frisk, Papyrus, and Alphys couldn’t see Jack’s expression they did hear the yell as they started to have goosebumps up against their bodies.

Jack straightened himself up as he grins and yells out, “Happy Halloween Everyone! This has been the most horrifying performance yet!”

Everyone in the crowds cheers and call out to their leader for a well-done job he did.

Tanner smiles as he looks at Sans and Frisk, “that’s actually was the best one dad ever did. Didn’t you guys think so?”

Sans nods as he let Frisk see what’s going on, “that was pretty scary for sure.”

Tanner nods excitedly, “I know right?! Dad always knows how to give a good scary performance on Halloween night!”

Jack jumped down from the fountain as everyone came up to him congratulating him for his performance.

Tanner was about to speak when he saw his brother Patrick coming over. Patrick is just like his mom same look, dark red hair, stitches only have fewer than Sally’s but his arms and hands are bony just like his father.

“Hi, glad you guys could um… come.”

Frisk nods, “first time for all of us. I know understand why Halloween is the scariest holiday ever.”

Tanner laughs, “exactly that’s how my dad makes the holiday to be!”

Sam came over with Frisk’s friends and family following. Sams smiles as he replies with delight.

“Come on I can show you guys the food table.”

Tanner smiles, “sure I’m getting hungry.”

Patrick nods, “so am I.”

As Sam began to lead the way Jasper the oldest and the one to looks similar to Jack except with his spider bow tie smiles. His new dark navy blue cape sway with the breeze of the wind.

“Hello and welcome to Halloween Town! Glad you guys are here!”

Frisk giggles as Toriel is the one to speak to Jasper.

“Indeed it’s quite different than our world.”

Jasper chuckles, “you’ll get used to it after a little while. Did you guys see Dad’s performance?”

Everyone nods as Jasper grin grew wider, “he really did it this time the best one he ever had done over the years!”

Soon a little rag doll girl looks similar to Sally only she’s wearing a new orange with black stripe dress that has a gray web design shawl.

“Yay, you guys all made it!”

Everyone laugh as Jack and Sally quickly came over to greet Frisk and the monsters from the human world.

Sally smiles, “I do hope you enjoy yourselves. I know it might be different than how you would celebrate Halloween but at least we do our best to make the best of any Halloween Parties ever.”

Jack nods in agreement, “Indeed, I always work hard to make sure that everything goes right as the Mayor helps to get the party all set up. Even though he starts planning a little too early sometimes.”

Sally giggled, “that’s how he is, dear.”

Jack smiles, “I know but at least he’s a friend to count on when needed the most.”

Sam said, “if you guys want the food table if over not far from the town hall. I’ll be over there since uh… I’m starving.”

Sally said putting her hand on her hip, “maybe if you came home at a decent hour.”

Sam shrugs, “what can I say gotta hang out with my friends.”

Sally just shook her head as she soon pulled away from some ladies who wanted to thank her for their dresses she had made for them as well saying a great job she did for her children’s clothing as well for Jack’s cape.

Jack had the Mayor to come over as he introduces the Mayor to Frisk and the monsters. The Mayor was delighted to meet them before he was interrupted by some monsters asking him about the games to play doing the party.

Jack smiles wide as he told the musicians to play a creepy Halloween music. The musicians' nod as they soon started to play a diffrent type of creepy music with their instruments. Jasper smiled wide as he soon was being pulled by his girlfriend, Harper.

“Wow, hey Harper,” he said looking at the scarecrow girl wearing her gray with sparkles dress and black neon shocks, “you look really beautiful.”

Harper giggles, “thanks your mom made it for me as well for Piper too. Your cape looks quite amazing.”

Jasper looks down, “ha, thanks pretty dreadful huh?”

Harper giggles as Jasper took her hand and began to dance with her. She smiles as she happily dances with the music.

Jack saw this as he went over to Sally and grab her blue fabric hand and took her to the middle of the street and the two lovingly began to dance. Sally smiles remembering that it’s been awhile since she and Jack had ever dance.

Everyone started to join in either with a partner or by themselves. They were having a great time while the music from the musicians kept on playing.

The dance lasted a long time before everyone thought it would be best to stop. They all started to get some punch to wash their thirst away.

Tanner waited for Frisk to finish with her punch before he went up to her asking.

“Wanna go up to the Spiral Hill with me?”

Frisk nods, “let me tell Mom so she won’t panic.”

Tanner nods in agreement, “same with my parents.”

The two kids made sure to let their parents know where they are going and both took off towards the graveyard.

Jasper watches the two leave as Harper came up to him wondering what he’s looking at.

“What is it, Jasper?”

Jasper smiles, “Tanner and Frisk, those two are so meant to be together. He always talking about her and I’m sure he always has her in his mind.”

Harper giggles, “just like how we are? Always talking about each other and thinking of each other.”

Jasper began to blush, “I um… suppose you can say that.”

Harper quickly gave a short kiss on Jasper’s cheek as she held onto his bony hands.

At the Spiral Hill…

Tanner sighs as he sat down beside Frisk looking up at the stars. He smiles as he spoke softly not turning away from the stars.

“It’s a glorious night tonight. The stars are out and the moon shines brightly on Halloween Night.”

“Yeah,” said Frisk calmly, “it’s always beautiful to see this point of view.”

Tanner agrees, “yeah, I know.”

He turns his attention to Frisk as he smiles warmly at her seeing her blue eyes shining brightly as the northern star and her dark brown hair swaying with the wind. He laughs to himself a little as he thought to himself.

“I’m just a lucky skeleton to have a beautiful human girl sitting in front of me right now.”

He thought as an idea came into his mind. He slowly took a deep breath in before he decides to sing as he remembers his parents had once sung on the night of Christmas Eve when his parents both had their first kiss.

“My dearest friend, if you don’t mind, I would like to join you by your side”

Frisk turn to look at Tanner as he continues singing.

“Where we can both gaze into the stars.”

Frisk smiles as she too began to join in with the singing.

“And sit together, now and forever, for it is plain as anyone can see we are meant to be…”

Frisk and Tanner both stood up as they brace into a hug and soon they started to have their first kiss together. Tanner had never felt this much love in all his life until that very night of Halloween when he had his first kiss.

Zero came to see the two kissing as he smiles with his nose a glowing bright before he heads up to the star but stops as his nose show bright as the star.

The End.

#Crossover fanfiction #nightmarebeforechristmas #undertale #crossover shipping

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