#apocolypse yuu

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

I've been thinkin a lot about Digimon recently, and was reminded of an AU living in my Google Docs that was just "what if the Dorm Leaders + Yuu got yeeted into the Digital World and got little monster friends".

I just like the comedic potential of these guys who don't even like each other (and also Kalim, who is having the time of his life), and Yuu (who is trying their best to keep the peace but is getting to the end of their rope at this point) being yeeted into an unknown world without magic that's crawling with dangerous monsters that very much want to eat them, and having to reluctantly work together to survive and find a way home is sending me.

Also assigning Digimon partners to characters from series I enjoy is really fun.

I don't wanna get off topic since this a good idea

But I've always thought of this with a Yuu thay comes from a very shitty world like Bloodborne or something. Okay Floyd you wanna start a fight? Your funeral. None of these men who lost everything is gonna entertain a small brawl, you're doing this to die.

Oh what's that? The food here sucks? Well you are eating zombie flesh soooo...

Yes Azul, you do need to carry weapons like these when going outside. There are demons. Even a child is expected to know how to kill one of those by now! And the smallest monster is stronger than any overblot ever fought.

You should stop trying to lead with logic, Riddle. The only power over people here is leading with fear.

Yes Vil. It's monthly showers from now on.

Leona, if you try to run lfd that way your gonna summon an 8000 ft long dragon god that you have to fight alone and I KNOW you have blessings or rings on you to defeat it.

Idk having to see these guys who are powerful in a new world and realizing

1) Yuu has been pretending to be weak this whole time

2) They ain't shit.

Will always be fascinating to me. Esp if they have to hide behind Yuu

He'll this can even happen in Digiworld with how chaotic it is. And even the Pokeworld despite how cutesy it is (after all there's over like 5 people who are trying to cause the end of the world)

[azuramarigold]

The Dead Don't Die - Ch. 1

Series Synopsis: a school teacher, a sleep deprived doctor, a couple of news anchors, a disgruntled cop, a salaryman, and a few teenagers - what could they all have in common? Survival. Join the JJK crew in a Zombie Apocalypse AU heavily influence by "Resident Evil".

Chapter 1: When was the Last Time You were Afraid?

Chapter Summary: Our main characters begin to see the beginning of the end. News of attacks and deranged people eating each other begin to spread, causing mass panic and mass loss.

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“Thank you for tuning into JOTX-DTV, we are bringing you an emergency news report.”

            The man that was talking had stark white hair, seemingly unkept, his blue eyes shining like crystals underneath the studio lights. A nice gray suit was tailored to him, a white dress shirt under the suit jacket, and a blue tie around his neck. In front of him was a silver laptop, showing him what to say for the report,

            “I’m Satoru Gojo, and tonight we are bringing you an emergency report,” the man continued. “Tonight, another group of people were attacked – this time in Nagoya Park. Victims consisted of three teenaged girls aged from 14 to 16. They were immediately transported to Kyorin University Hospital to stabilize them before further transport.

            “This is the fifth attack in the last week. Witnesses report that victims are attacked by ‘drunken’ or ‘high’ individuals. Their senses have been so severely dulled that they are much stronger than normal, even their bites are enough to tear apart hands.”

            A woman that was sitting next to him, her dark hair pulled up and tied into a lovely red bow. Her dark brown eyes nodded at the story, her dark wine-colored dress neat and proper as she looked at her laptop in front of her as well. An attractive woman, but one would say the scar that ran across her face from her right side didn’t sit well to be a news anchor on television.

            “Thank you for the report, Gojo,” the woman thanked as she turned to the camera. “Reports have also stated that when defending against these attackers, they seem to not feel any pain. Right now, the Prime Minister is ordering a strict curfew of 6 o’clock pm, starting tonight. All after school activities are canceled for the unforeseeable future.”

            The camera panned back to the white-haired man, Gojo.

            “Thank you for sharing that, Iori,” he then thanked. “Authorities are encouraging everyone to follow the curfew and only leave their homes for essential items. Limit going outside for the time being until these violent attacks are subdued.”

            “We wish you all a safe evening,” Iori said to the camera.

            The news station’s musical theme played overhead as the lights darkened over the two news anchors. A bell rang overhead as all the lights came back on.

            “That’s a wrap!” shouted the producer. “Good job everyone!”

            Gojo sighed as he loosened his tie, clearly annoyed. “Man, how have they not nipped this already…?” he grumbled. From his suit jacket pocket, he pulled out his pitch-black sunglasses and placed them over his sensitive eyes.

            “If you want it to end so bad, go out there and take care of it yourself,” Iori scoffed at him.

            “Utahime, I can’t risk Japan’s most attractive news anchor like that…” Gojo pouted, his lip overdramatically extended as he pressed a hand to his own chest.

            “Stop being an egotistical baby, Satoru,” Iori growled at him as she stood up from her chair. She straightened her dress as she walked away from the table and cameras, her black heels clicking on the floor.

            Gojo got up from his chair as well, a grunt escaping him as he stood. He was glad that he no longer did field work and was strictly an anchor. The reports that were flooding in were enough to make him almost vomit.

            Bodies torn apart beyond recognition. Families suddenly being attacked at the once peaceful parks. Hospitals were being flooded and overrun by thousands of people, each one reporting similar attacks.

            Bites, scratches, and flesh being ripped from them.

            It sounded as though it was coming from an old black-and-white horror film, or some videogame from the nineties. It was ridiculous and illogical.

            Gojo walked past the other members of the crew, putting away mics and cords, giving him a light wave. He made his way to the kitchen/breakroom, grabbing a bottle of cold water from the fridge, thankful for the liquid soothing his parched throat.

            “Hey, Satoru, how did you like what I gathered from the field…?” a familiar voice asked him. A man nearly as tall as himself, his silky black hair tied up in a messy bun. As the man did field work, he was wearing a causal light green polo and plain jeans.

            “Suguru, I think you’re deranged for still liking field work and looking at all this gore,” Gojo groaned, his glasses slipping down his nose.

            Suguru Geto entered the news world that same time that Gojo did. They did their field training together, often being stuck standing in terrible weather conditions or trying to interview people during an event. While Gojo was promoted to full-time news anchor with the occasional on field interviews for charity events, Geto stayed on the field to obtain the truth from witnesses and the scene.

            “You call it deranged, I call it actually getting the news,” Geto snorted. “All you do is talk about what I find.”

            “Field work is boring and sometimes depressing,” Gojo stated levelly, his mouth in a deep frown. “I can either interview an old lady who was sad that her cat was stuck in a tree, or I could interview a mother who is hysterically crying because her kid was run over and killed by a drunk driver. There is no in-between.”

            Geto frowned, his violet eyes narrowed. “You still talk about it though,” he pointed out,

            “There is a difference between talking about it and being there where the emotions are high,” the white-haired man gruffly replied. He took another swig of his water. “Right now bodies are being eaten… that's terrible.”

            Geto took out his phone, scrolling through messages. “My buddy at one of the precincts thinks it’s some new drug that got leaked by dealers,” he mentioned.

            Gojo groaned, “You still talk to that ass-hat…?” His brushed through his hair with a free hand. “You know he's shady as hell…”

            “Hey, Sukuna gives me good underground information with certain things,” the raven-haired man retorted.

            “The guy has been in court for abuse of power as much as I've been laid,” Gojo grumbled.

            “So, what, three?” Geto quipped with a smirk.

            Gojo threw his empty water bottle at his colleague. “You asshole!”

            Geto only laughed as the plastic bounced off him. “You are so wound tight right now, when is the last time you got laid?”

            “Wouldn't you like to know…”

            “Quite frankly, no, I don’t,” Geto replied with a huff. He then pocketed his phone. “You up for the get together tonight at the usual bar?”

            Gojo waved him off. “No, I’m good, I’m actually gonna listen and stay home,” he informed. “Besides, a bar was attacked last week. Place was filled to the brim with blood.”

            Geto gave a shrug. “Eh, I’ll tell the group you said ‘hi’.”

            “Thanks.”

            With that, Gojo left the breakroom and made his way to the office he had. It was on the smaller side, but he didn’t mind. Minimalist with black and white furniture, a sleek black desk and his personal laptop sitting on top. He sat in his large, black leather chair, and sighed as he opened his laptop.

            Normally he took the news he announced with a grain of salt, but the footage that was captured and the pictures… it haunted his mind while he tried to sleep. It was straight up terrifying, and he hoped others have the same plan.

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“All officers available - this is dispatch. We have another 911 call coming from FamilyMart off Sakura Dōri Street and Yaesu Naka Dōri. Reports of deranged men attacking – already five wounded and counting.”

            A low rumble escaped the broad-shouldered man, him running a large hand through his dusty pink hair. He has been on so much overtime because of this crisis, it was difficult for him to do his undercover work as they keep dispatching him to God knows where. With an irritable huff, he grabbed the receiver to respond.

            “This is Ryomen, on my way,” he said clearly into the receiver. He hung it back on its cradle before flipping on the lights and sound.

            Putting the car into gear, he sped off from an alley he was parked in to head to the scene. He wasn't too far from the FamilyMart, it was a four-minute drive. As he approached the corner there was already three other cop cars and ambulances were pulling up and getting the injured on quickly before another one pulled up.

            Sukuna Ryomen was a decent cop – he knew who was guilty of something or if they’re innocent just by looking at them. Some people say he's rough, but that was guys complaining, he was always nice to the women, unless a woman decides to pepper spray him. Then it was on.

            Sukuna was an amazing undercover cop as well, with his large size and tattoos, and his cocky attitude to boot, gangs and drug dealers were more open to him. He would weasel his way in, earn the trust of the boss, and arrest them at the right opportunity.

            The large man pulled into the first open area he could find and got out of the car with blinding speed, his hand already to his side to retrieve his gun he kept holstered. Screams filled the streets along with loud crying. People were gathered outside the shop clinging to their wounds as they waited for more ambulances to arrive and take them to the hospital.

            As Sukuna approached the shop, he saw that the glass from the windows were shattered. More screams were heard from inside along with gunshots. He sprung into action, hopping over the broken window and avoiding glass as his black boots crunched beneath him as he landed.

            Gun held up defensively, he looked up and down the aisles of the shop, his dark maroon eyes narrowed with concentration. A scream as a woman busted through the back stock room, her work skirt ripped, and legs covered in blood.

            Slowly, Sukuna made his way to the door the woman came out off. There were more screams on the other side along with deep moaning. With a steady hand, Sukuna turned the handle and swung the door wide, gun aiming at whatever may be in front of him.

            Standing in the doorway was a man that was balding, his skin a sickly gray and almost peeling away. His eyes were dark and soulless, yet they still said one thing: Hunger. But it wasn’t the dark eyes or seemingly rotting skin that got Sukuna, no.

            It was the large “smile” the man had.

            Large teeth, stained crimson from fresh blood, was twisted into an animalistic smile, like a starving lion ready to strike their prey.

            “What the fu-” Sukuna couldn’t even finish his sentence as the man lunged at him, mouth snapping vigorously trying to take a chunk out his flesh.

            Sukuna managed to hold the man back, the jaws dangerously close to snapping around his forearm. With a grunt, he pushed the man back and watched him stumble off balance.

            “Freeze asshole!” Sukuna ordered, gun aimed and steady. “You will back down or I swear I’ll pop your ass!”

            A screech escaped the man, jaws widening as he lunged again.

            There was no hesitation – Sukuna fired the gun.

            The bullet pierced the man’s neck, blood spurting from the wound. He kept coming forward, each step he got closer as Sukuna took steps back. Another round was shot, this time piercing the cheek. The man still kept lunging forward.

            “This mother fucker…!” Sukuna finally shouted, taking his aim slightly higher.

            With a loud screech, the man once again lunged, arms extended, to Sukuna. He pulled the trigger, and the bullet shot cleanly though the man’s head.

            A falter in the man’s steps before he finally collapsed to the ground, unmoving.

            Breathing heavily, Sukuna stepped toward the body, kicking it gently with his foot. It made no sound and no longer moved.

            He then decided to continue forward through the stockroom, wanting to get to the source of the screaming. The stock room was medium sized, tall racks filled to the brim with product. The lights were off, and when Sukuna tried to mess with the settings, they didn’t turn on. He pulled out his large, heavy flashlight and turned it on, the concentrated LED beam sweeping.

            As the light reached more to his right, a face appeared in front of him, just as deranged as the first man. Jaws open wide with stained teeth, eyes blown wide, and skin flaking off, it tried to sink its teeth into Sukuna’s neck.

            Filled with adrenaline from his previous encounter, he ducked down flawlessly, letting the figure trip over him and collapse to the floor behind him. Rapidly, he moved his flashlight over every nook and cranny, seeing if there were more attackers. A couple of bodies lay on the ground in the corner, blood pooling beneath them.

            “Hey…! Are you conscious…!?” Sukuna bellowed as he stepped forward. His movements were halted as the person that tripped suddenly grabbed at his boot. “Damn it!” he shouted. Without hesitation, he whirled his gun toward the woman, her face twisted in rage, and she was trying to bite at his ankles. With another pull of the trigger the bullet pierced her in the head.

            As with the first “thing" that Sukuna had shot, the woman laid there unmoving as dark red blood, almost brown, pooled beneath her.

            An almost rotting smell hit Sukuna's nostrils, almost making him gag. It was a familiar smell as he had gone on in scenes that reported of found bodies. The body smelled like a rotting corpse.

            How!? That asshole and bitch were trying to kill me!

            Trying to only breathe through his mouth, he stepped forward to the other bodies in the corner. The two looked to be teenage girls, probably no older than his nephew. Both girls were covered in blood, one with a ripped stomach with her intestines pulled out, and the other had a chunk of flesh ripped from her neck and shoulder.

            They were already dead – Sukuna didn't even need to check for a pulse.

            He went back through the main part of the store, seeing how all the shelves and racks were tipped over, spilling the consumable goods onto the ground. The other cops that had owned the cars parked up front, entering the building, flashlights aiming directly at Sukuna.

            “Yo, Ryomen, everything good…?” the one officer asked. Sukuna recognized him from his division from the precinct, but the name escaped him.

            “Four dead,” Sukuna replied as he holstered his gun. “Two teenagers, female, DOA. Two I shot and killed in defense as they were trying to take a chunk out of me.”

            The officer lowered his gun. “Okay… make sure to type up a report for it,” he reminded.

            “Yeah, I know.” He approached a paramedic that was trying to find out who was the most injured through triage. “Hey, letting you know when you transport those bodies… they’re… rotting… unpleasant smell.” He then clapped the paramedic on the shoulder and made his way back to his car.

            A long, tired, yet shaky sigh escaped him. He had been in some deep shit in the past – undercovers almost being blown, so much illegal explosives that he was almost blown up, and he had been shot more time he’d like to admit. But this… this was something different. He looked at the clock on his dash, noting that the time was almost four.

            Sukuna grabbed his cellphone that he had left in the car, thumb scrolling to a familiar contact name. He put the phone to his ear and waited for the receiver to pick up.

            “What, Uncle Sukuna?” the irritated voice of his nephew answered.

            “That’s disrespectful, Brat!” Sukuna growled. “That is not how you answer the damn phone!”

            “With you, yes, it is.”

            Sukuna had to resist the urge to slam his head into the steering wheel. He loved his nephew, but the kid sometimes acted too much like himself when he was that age – it was like looking into a time-warp mirror. “Are you home?” he then asked. “You know the curfew starts tonight.”

            “I’m at the train station with Fushiguro and Kugisaki, we’re about to get on to get home.” There was sudden screaming on his end of the line. “What the fuck… Dude, get away from us, I don’t have any spare-” There was another scream, a feminine scream, as there was a sudden crack! sound, as if the young man on the other end dropped his phone.

            “Yuji…!? Yuji! You better not be pulling some bullshit here!” Sukuna screamed into the phone.

            The line went dead.

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“CODE: Triage. I repeat – CODE: Triage.”

            The P.A. system had blared overhead for what seemed like hours. A new code was announced every other minute it seemed, often repeating itself as more and more people came in with chunks of flesh torn off.

            “CODE: Grey in Emergency. I repeat – CODE: Grey in Emergency.”

            An average height woman with dark brown hair past her shoulders rushed from bed to bed in the Emergency Room. She had no proper sleep in the last two weeks due to the sudden explosion of patients being admitted. She adjusted her lab coat to reach her stethoscope to get a quick blood pressure on a patient that was being wheeled in from the ambulance.

            “Blood pressure dropping,” the woman announced. She put her forefinger and middle finger on the patient’s neck, ignoring the spewing blood from a deep bite wound. “Pulse is weak and thready – patient may go into shock from blood loss. Pressure on the wound – STAT!”

            “Dr. Ieiri!” a nurse shouted, completely overwhelmed by a patient who was straining against straps. “This patient is trying to attack us…!”

            “Inject him with fentanyl to knock him out!” Dr. Ieiri barked her order. “Monitor for signs of respiratory distress!”

            “Yes, doctor!” the nurse affirmed.

            Dark bags were deep under Dr. Ieiri’s eyes, her skin pale from lack of sunlight the last couple of weeks. Her hands were nearly twitching, practically begging to have a cigarette in between her fingers.

            But more patients rolled in. There weren’t enough staff to try and treat whatever was going on! Dr. Ieiri not only did the Emergency Room, but she worked in surgeries as well – the number of necks she desperately tried to close, or reattach limbs, or try to stuff intestines back in the thoracic cavity she had done in the last two weeks met a lifetime quota.

            However, most of the patients died on the spot. Died on the table, died in the ambulance, or died in the bed while trying to treat them. The morgue was filled to the brim, they had no choice but to store bodies in the cafeteria on a whim. No matter how many people died, double the amount would replace them within a few minutes.

            A few of the staff have passed too. A brilliant doctor in dermatology ended up getting bit on his hand while trying to investigate the rotting flesh on a patient’s skin. The bite wasn’t as deep as the ones Dr. Ieiri had seen, but the man had flu-like symptoms within the hour. By nightfall, his own skin was beginning to flake and peel, his eyes glassy, before he went and attacked one of the nurses that was assisting him. They both ended up dying before the clocks struck seven, and now they were another body in a mass grave that was the cafeteria.

            Coffee… I need coffee.

            Making her way in a crowded hall, she stood in a line that formed in front of the shitty vending machine that spout out “coffee”. More like it was dirt and water as a sludge that admittingly surged the body with the faux energy that was craved. As she put her couple of yen in to make herself a cup of sludge, a man that was in a hospital gown was banging his head against the wall next to her.

            “Um… are you okay?” Dr. Ieiri asked, her voice pitching in uneasiness. “Do you need help…? Need some meds…?” Ignoring her cup of sludge, she slowly approached the man.

            Patients always get wound up tight at hospitals. They’re ill, hurt, and they’re terrified. Dr. Ieiri made sure her steps were slow, yet deliberate. She has had her fair share of violent patients that threatened her at syringe-point in a desperate attempt for addicting pain killers.

            The man continued to bang his head, a trail of blood slowly dripping down the wall.

            Bang! Bang! Bang!

            Dr. Ieiri pulled the man off the wall, but before she could say anything to him or even get a look at his face, he went back at it again. This time, it’s harder.

            BANG! BANG! BANG!

            Slow and steady, like a metronome keeping time.

            “SIR! PLEASE STOP THIS!” Dr. Ieiri screamed as she forced the patient off the wall again. A loud gasp escaped her as she looked at the beaten face as she took a few faltering steps back.

            In front of her was the dermatologist that had died a couple of nights before. His forehead was sunken in from the constant banging, blood seeping through the wound and dripping to the floor. A rotting smell emitted from him, his jaw going slack.

            His eyes, which were once glazy from illness, were dark with a rage and burning hunger. As those soulless eyes burned into her, the slack jaw tightened, baring teeth as if he were a feral animal. A loud screech bellowed from him as he lunged at Dr. Ieiri, arms extended, desperately clutching at the sleeve of her white doctor’s coat.

            “GET THE HELL OFF ME!” the doctor screamed at the top of her lungs. She tried to kick him, but he then grabbed her leg and threw her off balance. “AUGH!” the scream ripped from her as the back of her head slammed onto the floor.

            Blurred vision and dizziness occupied her mind, but there was a small part of her mind that was screaming at her.

            Run.

            Desperate, she tried to flip herself prone, her survival instincts telling her to get away. As she tried to crawl, the former dermatologist grasped her leg with inhuman strength. A shocked exhale escaped her as he began to drag her towards him.

            Weapon…! I need something…!

            The only thing she had were her pens that she used to chart on patients. Dr. Ieiri’s hands went into her coat pocket, ignoring the pack of cigarettes she desperately wanted, and grabbed her favorite pen.

            The pen was heavy, a metal barrel that gave the pen a luxurious feel. She has thrown it a few times at interns when they were idiots, them getting bumps and bruises on their heads. Dr. Ieiri clicked the pen, the point sharp.

            A final tug from the insane man and his snapping jaws were trying to get at her neck. With a grunt of effort, Dr. Ieiri thrusted the pen into the eye. A sickening squish! filled her ears as aqueous humor, vitreous humor, and blood gushed from the wound.

            Feral screams and roars ripped from his throat, his hands desperately trying to grab Dr. Ieiri’s face, fingers gnarled as though they were talons. With her free leg, she managed to lift it and kick the pen deeper into the eye of the former physician – the pen piercing brain tissue and bone.

            The darkness faded from his eyes, a flash of humanity, before he fell on top of Dr. Ieiri as dead weight, unmoving as blood trickled from the wound.

            Heart pounding, vision blurred, the sounds from the P.A. system and screams from staff and patients alike only a low hum against her tympanic membranes in her ears. Desperate, she closed her eyes, scrunching up her face, before forcing them open again.

            It’s not a nightmare…

            The screams became stronger as the sounds of spilt blood began to fill the hospital. The doors that once led to the cafeteria were now wide open, beings crawling out of body bags or shuffling through the open doors with surprising speed.

            Nurses, doctors, assistants, and even patients were being dragged to the floor, jaws biting into their faces like delicate fruits. The once white floor was now stained red. The once sterile environment was nothing more than the world’s largest morgue.

            Panic laced Dr. Ieiri’s limbs, a cold dread hitting her like ice water in her veins. She was going to die. The people in the hospital were going to die. She was going to die.

            I’m going to die.

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The sounds of click-clacking from numerous keyboards filled the office space.

            Occasionally phones rang, the murmurs of people answering them starting to fill the silence. Then, like clockwork, a state of emergency alarm from J-Alert. Alarms blared from cellular phones, computers were opened to the broadcasting system automatically with no prompts.

            Kento Nanami, a blonde man with chiseled features and what some people would say the sternest hazel eyes, was sitting in his cubical, glaring at his computer screen and side-eyed his phone, both blaring the J-Alert. The news lately had been stating that there were random attacks and people were being torn apart or eaten alive.

            Nanami wasn’t the type of man to do things after work. Work was exhausting, so he usually goes straight home to unwind with a glass of whisky and a good book. He only started watching the news, his eye twitching when he recognizes his old high school classmate on T.V., due to the radio stations blaring about the “Cannibalism” haunting the country.

            There was no way things like that were happening… it sounded so surreal and deranged.

            It must be some underground group thinking this was just a harmless prank.

            It was only logical to think like that. There was no way that people with inhumane strength were eating people. It sounded as though it was from stupid old movie or video game.

            Preposterous.

            Nanami tried clicking off the alert on the computer screen, but it wasn’t letting him. Everyone else was trying as well, however grunts of frustration escaped them all. His desk phone then rang, causing Nanami to answer it within two rings.

            “Hello, Nanami speaking,” the man gruffly greeted.

            “Hey, Kento, did you get the same alert that I did?” The voice on the other side was none other than his high school best friend, Yu Haibara. While Nanami worked in finance, Haibara worked in marketing two floors below.

            “I did,” Nanami affirmed. “I’m sure this is all being blown out of proportion.”

            “I hope so… I read that the FamilyMart by here got attacked…” Haibara’s voice was laced with worry. “You always go straight home, right?”

            “I do,” Nanami once again affirmed.

            “I’m gonna go check on my sister… she’s a nurse at the hospital closest there…” Haibara mentioned. “I know this is childish to ask, but, uh, can you come with me…?”

            During their high school days, Haibara was the energetic of the two. They both took martial arts classes together and even aikido. While both of them know self-defense, Haibara asking what he did almost reminded Nanami the time during their school days.

            “Yeah, I’ll come with you,” Nanami informed, a small smile on his face. “I’m sure Satsuki is fine, but I know the hospitals are being overrun right now.”

            “Thanks, Kento, I’ll let you know when I clock out.”

            The sound of the phone hanging up was Nanami’s sign to see if he is even able to work. His computer was still blaring the J-Alert.

            The PA overhead then clicked on.

            “Staff. Please clock out for the day. Due to the state of emergency, we are asking you to clock out and head home. If you are able to work from home, please continue for the rest of the week at normal scheduled times. Thank you, and we hope you get home safely.”

            A frown etched on Nanami’s face. They had never have been asked to work from home if able. The computers turned off automatically, most likely the people in IT cutting them, so that workers were able to gather their things and leave.

            Nanami checked his watch, and it was a little past four. He normally worked until six, but the curfew was at six. They most likely ended the workday early so that they would have enough time to get home.

            His cell phone, now free of the J-Alert, buzzed signaling a text message. Nanami finished packing up his items in his briefcase and grabbed his phone.

YUU: Meet me in the lobby and we can head out.

Kento: Sure. I’m heading for the elevator now.

            He clocked out and made his way to the elevator, internally grimacing as it was higher capacity than usual. Nanami forced himself in, squished between a female colleague and the co-worker that was in the cubical next to him.

            “I know, I’m heading home now, dear,” the woman said into her phone. “Make sure when the kids get home that the doors are locked.”

            People are really on edge…

            The elevator descended, stopping on other floors but no one could join as it was at max capacity. As soon as the elevator landed on the ground floor, the people rushed out of the building. Haibara was waiting for Nanami by reception, him bouncing from leg to leg as his black suit and tie were wrinkled.

            Nanami approached his friend, a sigh of exhaustion escaping him. His friend noticed him and a large smile etched on his face.

            “Hey, Kento, really weird they’re sending us home early, huh?” Haibara mentioned.

            “It is…” Nanami confirmed with a hum. “Now, which hospital is your sister at?”

            “St. Luke’s International Hospital,” Haibara replied. “Doesn’t Shoko work there too as a doctor?”

            “She does, I hope she’s getting rest during all of this…”

            The two made their way out of the building and headed toward the underground parking structure near there where their cars were at. They opted for Nanami’s car as it was better on gas milage, and it had a little more space if things were so bad that Satsuki could come home.

            The hospital was roughly a seven-minute drive from the business park that they worked in, and traffic was starting to get heavy due to many offices and workplaces letting their workers out early due to the curfew. The normal seven-minute drive turned into twenty.

            As they approached the hospital, they noticed the extremely heavy traffic and random cars just stopped in the middle of the street. A grunt of annoyance escaped Nanami as he pulled over to the nearest parking lot, which was for an elementary school about a half-block away.

            Deciding to finish their route on foot, they noticed that more people were running the opposite direction of the hospital. Some people were heavily limping, deep wounds into their arms, legs, or sides.

            “I’m gonna call my sister and see if she answers…” Haibara murmured, pulling his phone out and dialing her number. A frown appeared on his face as he noticed it went to voicemail. “I get she’s a nurse… but this is getting crazy…”

            The two made it to the hospital, seeing that there was a police barricade by the entrance. Screams could be heard from the inside of the hospital, and there were smears of blood on the windows. Patients, doctors, nurses, and others would randomly show up at a window, desperately banging before they were yanked down by some unknown entity.

            Officers were barking orders for citizens to stay back. People were demanding to see their loved ones, or some were injured and needed medical attention. The officers would not relent, some even using batons as force to make sure people wouldn’t cross the police line.

            “BACK AWAY!” an officer shouted in a megaphone. “I REPEAT! BACK AWAY! WE WILL USE FORCE IF NECESSARY!”

            A shrill scream from a woman could be heard over the megaphone, her pointing at the large glass window that showed into the hospital lobby. Faces that looked deranged began pounding on the glass, the glass vibrating from the force. Cracks began to spiderweb across the glass until finally…

            It gave out.

            Glass exploded as people rushed out of the hospital, covered in deep bite wounds, torn clothes, and flesh hanging off the bone. Immediately, they began to tackle the officers, who were so surprised they couldn’t even draw their guns. Absent gunshots went off, someone that was in the crowd yelping as a bullet pierced their stomach.

            Like a beacon, the hospital residents raised their heads as though they smelled gourmet meat. Eyes widening in panic, the person tried to scurry away, but was tackled to the ground by a group of four or five people.

            Are they even people at this point!?

            Nanami watched in horror as the group began tearing into the gunshot victim. The man screaming in a combination of pain and fear. Intestines were ripped from the victim’s stomach, a deep bite into his throat as the being pulled violently, blood spouting from the wound as tendons, arteries, and other vessels hung from their mouth.

            Sickening slurps and rips from the body filled the streets before screams took over. More people were tackled to the ground as flesh was torn. Whatever officers were able to fend off the monstrous people tried to shoot, but their bullets pierced the hospital patrons, but also the innocent people in the crowd.

            “Augh! FUCK!” a hiss of pain erupted from Haibara as a bullet had shot through his leg. “Damn it! I think they’re just shooting blindly!”

            The hospital patrons raised their heads once again, sensing the fresh blood.

            “Oh, fuck…! We have to move, Yuu!” Nanami shouted at his injured friend, before grasping him by the arm and forcing him to run.

            Desperately, they began to run, forcing their way between people that were also running. More gunshots rang, and more innocent people were shot at and collapsing to the ground as their flesh began to peel from their bones.

            The smell of blood filled the air, and Haibara was beginning to falter in his steps, the adrenaline slipping away. “K-Kento, man, I’m just slowing you down… Go!” Haibara shouted, his voice pained and fatigued.

            “Are you fucking crazy!?” Nanami shouted back at his friend. He turned his head, ready to force his friend to continue running, however his eyes widened when he recognized a young woman in a nurse’s uniform grabbing at Haibara. “Satsuki…!?”

            She looked not like herself… her face that was so normally filled with life was now gray and dulled, her eyes dark and glassy, and her teeth were borne and blood stained. A loud screech emitted from her as she lunged at Haibara, her hands outstretched toward him.

            Haibara only gave a grim smile before forcibly pushing Nanami away from him. “GO!” he then shouted again as he was forced to the ground.

            Nanami had tripped over something, a torn apart body, as he watched in horror as his best friend’s own sister tore into his leg like it was the most delicious piece of prime meat in the world. Screams tore from Haibara’s throat as Satsuki crawled up further, her teeth biting into the side of his face, blood spraying onto the concrete.

            Slowly, the light from Haibara’s eyes dimmed as his body went limp, Satsuki continuing to tear into him as if her life depended on it. Once she was done, her eyes glared up at Nanami, who had managed to get to his own feet, a low, feral growl escaping her. Staggering, she forced herself up from Haibara’s corpse as she lunged toward Nanami, who only ducked out of the way and watched as she tripped over the same body as he had, watching as she fell to the ground, her arms twisting and breaking in an unnatural way from the impact.

            Bones pierced her skin, but it was like she didn’t care. Satsuki forced herself once again, her hungry eyes resting on Nanami once again.

            Giving Haibara’s body one last look, he turned and ran, performing his late friend’s dying wish.

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The news breaking out on the country-wide curfew was annoying to say the least.

            You were just getting ready to inform the students in the second to last class of the day about an upcoming test that was scheduled when the P.A. system crackled overhead.

            “Attention students and faculty – we are ending school early. Please make your way out of the building as soon as possible. Students who take public transportation, please look ahead now for departure schedules.”

            The sound of chairs scraping against the worn linoleum floor filled the classroom. Students were murmuring to each other in confusion, and some were sounding scared as they got their phones out to call their parents.

            You oversaw the students leaving the classroom, stating that you will put everything in the digital classroom online for them to complete assignments from home. There was no questioning it, no groans of teenage rebellion.

            The last three in the class, the trio of students you called the “HP Trio” as they always got into trouble like the famous book characters, were staggering behind as two of them waited for their pink-haired friend.

            “Sorry, Miss Y/L/N, we’ll be on our way out shortly!” the pink-haired young man apologized as he finished stuffing his backpack.

            “Sorry that Itadori is too stupid to know how to pack his backpack,” the girl of the trio quipped, her flipping her dyed ginger hair over her shoulder.

            “Kugisaki, that is not nice to say about your friend,” you say to her.

            “No, she’s right,” the raven-haired boy then murmured. “Itadori doesn’t know how to do basic tasks accordingly.”

            Leave it to Fushiguro to join in…

            “You three get home safely,” you inform them. “You guys live in the same neighborhood, yes?”

            “Yes,” the trio replied in unison.

            “Kugisaki, remember to call your grandmother,” you tell the young woman. Kugisaki only groaned as she nodded. “Fushiguro, you have to actually speak to your guardian, okay?” The young man nodded, although grumbling that he didn’t want to deal with “that white-haired idiot”. “And Itadori, let your uncle know that classes ended today,” you then remind him. Itadori nodded as he finally closed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder.

            “Yes, Miss Y/L/N,” they replied in unison.

            You waved them off as they left, the three murmuring to each other. Once they have left, you begin to pack up your stuff as well, knowing that the school wanted the faculty to leave as well. Making sure you had your laptop, phone, keys, and the few books you brought were safe in your messenger bag, you left as well.

            The hallways were littered with scrap paper and a few open books. Students were straggling out of the school, some walking home, some getting into their cars, some going on bikes, and like the trio she just seen off, some were heading toward the nearest train station.

            Ironically, you took the same train line toward home as the HP Trio, even though your stop was two after theirs. You tried to keep some distance, making sure it didn’t seem creepy or odd that you were “following” them. Rarely did you get on the train at the same time as they do, but it was one of those times that Itadori noticed that she was behind them.

            “Oh, Miss Y/L/N, did one of us forget something?” Itadori asked curiously.

            “No, Itadori, I just happen to go on the same train line as you three…” you murmured in embarrassment.

            “Oh, then you should walk with us!” Kugisaki offered with a smile.

            “Not gonna lie, with the J-Alert suddenly appearing on our phones, it would be better for to be in groups, so we’re not attacked or something…” Fushiguro then added.

            The trio looked apprehensive, so you knew that they were serious about you walking with them. They did get into trouble yes, but it wasn’t “suspended” or “expel” worthy, just typical teenage shenanigans like getting into a couple of arguments with other students or being late and such.

            “If you three don’t mind…” you then said with a small smile.

            From what you knew, just like the trio, you had to take at least two different train lines to get home from Shiba Commercial High School, which was annoying, but it had to be done. Entering the subway station that was underground, the air felt sticky and tense as so many people were also waiting for the train.

            As you waited with the trio, Itadori’s phone rang. He saw who it was and groaned.

            “What, Uncle Sukuna?” the pink-haired asked irritably into his phone.

            You knew that Itadori and his uncle had a somewhat rocky relationship. The older man took Itadori in during his first year of junior high when his grandfather had suddenly passed. Sukuna Ryomen, who was Itadori’s uncle through his father, took him in on a whim.

            There was the sound of someone yelling on the other side, it was loud enough for Itadori to move the phone away from his ear.

            “With you, yes, it is,” the teen deadpanned into the phone’s receiver.

            A pause as Itadori listened.

            As he was on the phone, you noticed someone staggering toward you four. It seemed like they were drunk as they wobbled on their feet and looked incoherent.

            “I’m at the train station with Fushiguro and Kugisaki, we’re about to get on to get home,” Itadori explained into the phone.

            A scream from a nearby patron pierced the air as the staggering person knocked a woman to the ground, her dangerously close to the yellow line and therefore close to the train’s railway. You nearly gasped at how hard that woman had fallen, a train blaring past without stopping, her purse disappearing.

            The drunkard got near the four of them, Fushiguro and Kugisaki tapping Itadori on his shoulder to get his attention. At that point the drunkard was practically on top of them. The smell hit your nostrils that nearly made you gag – the smell of something rotting.

            “What the fuck… Dude, get away from us, I don’t have any spare-” Itadori began to say, clearly irritated that this drunkard was in their space.

Kugisaki suddenly screamed as the drunkard lunged at her, jaws open wide, and hands extended. Itadori didn’t hesitate to drop his phone and let it crack onto the ground. He rushed to his friend’s side and did a perfect front kick to the drunkard, sending him staggering back.

People around them gasped at the suddenness of it all. However, the drunkard got up, legs twisting oddly as though they were broken. When someone tried to help them up, the drunkard sunk their teeth into the helper’s arm. A scream tore through their throat, desperately trying to yank their arm back, only for the flesh to tear from them.

You put your hand over your mouth at the sight. Blood pour from the wound and the person was tackled to the ground, the drunkard tearing into their throat.

“Kids, we need to go, now,” you ordered as you touched each of their shoulders to get them grouped closer together. You then pushed them toward the stairs so that you three could go back street level, the feral growls and screams of terror echoing behind you.

Once you were at street level, there was more chaos. A car drove off the road and slammed into a running pedestrian, their body nearly exploding from the impact as they were pinned to a building. Kugisaki screamed behind her hand, her orange-brown eyes wide with horror.

You grabbed her shoulder to pull her away from the scene, but it was then that both Itadori and Fushiguro pushed you both away as they jumped backwards. Another car had gone off road and would have crashed into you and Kugisaki if the boys hadn’t intervened.

Itadori rushed to the car that had then crashed into a half-wall, him trying to open the driver-side door. “Hey, are you okay!?” he shouted. “Because if you are, then FUCK YOU for nearly hitting us!” The door sprung open as the driver plopped to the ground, sounding squishy as though filled with water beads.

“Itadori, get the hell away from them!” Fushiguro shouted. “Obviously they are not sane!”

            “I just need to know-” Itadori began, but he gasped suddenly as the driver grabbed his leg. “HEY! LET ME GO!”

            “Itadori…!” you shouted as you rushed forward. You always kept a defense knife on your person, all because you were attacked so long ago that you just wished it could be erased from your memory, but at the moment you were glad you still had it to protect your student. You had grabbed the knife, ready to threaten the driver, but Itadori had kicked at the side of their head so they could let go.

            Both your jaws dropped as the driver’s neck was snapped to the side, the crack so audible that you nearly threw up. Itadori’s eyes widened in horror as the hand that once grasped his leg laxed. The driver’s head was nearly ripped from their torso, dark clotted blood pouring from the wound as it was clear that the spinal cord was snapped from the kick.

            “I… I didn’t even kick that hard…!” Itadori gasped, him nearly collapsing to the ground. “Is… Are they dead…!? Oh, shit, I didn’t mean to kill them…!”

            As you observed the body, you saw that patches of their skin were rotting away. The hair was stringy as though the driver was just dug up from a grave and thrown into the car.

            “I think… they were dead before you kicked them…” you explain to Itadori softly. “You didn’t do anything wrong, you were defending yourself,” you then added to assure them.

            Fushiguro and Kugisaki had made their way to the two of you, Kugisaki taking one look at the body and gagging. Absently, Fushiguro patted her back, her then vomiting on the cement.

            “What the actual fuck is that!?” the teenaged girl screamed. “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?”

            “Kugisaki, calm down!” Fushiguro ordered, his voice also began to panic. “We just… we just need to take a step back and think.”

            “Think about what!?” Kugisaki demanded. “What should I season my arm with so its tasty for the next fucker!?”

            “No, that’s absurd,” the raven-haired teen levelly replied.

            You then took out your phone and pulled up your map app. “Itadori, the precinct that your uncle works at… it’s close to here, yes?” you then asked.

            “Uh, yeah, it should be…” Itadori replied.

            “Let’s head to the station,” you suggested. “The police should have some idea of what is going on.”

            The pink-haired boy nodded, his honeyed eyes glancing back down at the person he had kicked. You gently grabbed his forearm and pulled him away from the scene. As he got close to his friends, Fushiguro patted his shoulder and Kugisaki gave him a sudden hug.

            You couldn’t remember the last time you were this scared… well, except that night five years ago. But this was starting to become number one on your list of pants-shitting fear.

            “Do you think that was a zombie…?” Itadori then asked, his voice murmured and soft.

            “What the hell makes you think that dumb shit?” Fushiguro demanded harshly.

            Itadori darted his eyes back to the driver’s unmoving body. “That guy at the station… he bit the one guy… then this guy grabbed my leg like he wanted to bite it,” he began to explain. “And when I kicked him… his neck snapped so easily, and once that was broken, he stopped.”

            “You were playing that zombie game again weren’t you, dumbass!” Kugisaki shouted at Itadori.

            “I was, yeah,” he admitted. “But from every zombie lore I have ever dealt with – movies, games, and manga – it’s that you destroy the brain, the spinal cord, or decapitate to truly kill them…”

            Fushiguro rolled his eyes. “Are you kidding me, man? You think we’re in some zombie warzone shit!?” he shouted, completely exasperated.

            “Do you have a better idea!?” Itadori shouted back, his eyes narrowed.

            “It could be that… that they’re sick or something!” Fushiguro reasoned.

            “And dude, how many zombie movies and games started like that!?” Itadori challenged.

            Fushigruo opened his mouth but then closed it. He had no rebuttal against that.

            You got in the middle of three, trying to diffuse the situation. “Oi! Stop arguing!” you ordered, your voice firm with your “teacher” voice. “Let’s just get to the station, I’m sure there is some sort of plan in place!”

            The three students looked at each other and then back at you. They nodded in affirmation as you began to lead them toward the station, your eyes going between the map on your phone and in front of you.            

Trying to ignore the screams and screeching of cars, you decided that you can only focus on your three students to make sure they make it.

A/N: I would like to point out that I put A LOT of research into this. It may not be 100% accurate, but I spent HOURS looking up Japan's map to figure out where things were and how realistically some of them could travel.

I also discovered why it MAKES SENSE that "Resident Evil 2" the cop uniforms are what they are - they are based off of Japan's summer uniform!!!! LIKE DANG. I knew Leon S. Kennedy's uniform was based off George A. Romero's "Dawn of the Dead" SWAT uniform, but this was just interesting to see!

So, it's also funny to imagine Sukuna in this uniform! LOL. Unless you want to imagine him more in Leon's attire, that's fine too!

(left: RE2 1998. Right: RE2 Remake 2019)

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[akinikko]

Z Apocolypse AU Allen Walker The Only Sniper 18 yro Liverpool, England Supply Unit ⤵ With Lavi, Kanda and Tyki

[saltqueenftw]

In an AU where there was no apocalypse you’re telling me Shinoa WOULDNT show up to Yuu’s home unnanounced after they first meet? and when he asks how she knows where he lives you’re telling me she WOULDNT say “it was easy, I just typed ‘bitch’ into the gps”?

[seraphrants]

So the world ended 8 years ago, and the Hyakuya sect was responsible for seraph of the End experimentation. But here we have a memory of young Yuu, before the apocolypse, and before joining the orphanage where he would allegedly be experimented on. In the memory his father is holding a knife and saying, "If we don't kill the Seraph of the End... If we don't hurry up and kill it then..."-"the world is in trouble......" So does this not imply that Yuu was born a Seraph of the End?! Unlike Mirai who was expiremented on and later became one. Furthermore, the world ended 8 years ago, after Yuu was already at the orphanage. Did his existence in the first place play a role in the apocolypse, or does that still lay entirely on Guren. If Guren hadn't caused the apocolypse, what would this seraph Gene mean for Yuu? It seems to me it should have been awakened at the start of the apocolypse, I wonder why it wasn't. Ooh! The Hyakuya sect was known for human expirementation, but I find it weird that Mika and Yuu are surprised to find this out. If they were experimented on (like Mirai), I feel like they should remember. So I have a strong suspicion that the experiments were either vastly different than the one used on Mirai, or that they weren't experimented on at all. Especially Yuu, since he already has the Seraph. - this part will most likely be explained more in Guren's series (I'm still on the 1st chapter of book 1) Just some thoughts (source: Seraph volume 6, chapter 20, page 36)

[adorablesapling]

yuichiro replied to your post: The worst part with that last post is even after...

SPILL

WELL LIKE... it’d be so far into the future it’d be hard to say if it was possible but like

if humanity died out before they could get long distance space flight/were unable to recover due to the literal Apocolypse; if yuu was unable to leave the earth by any means

I imagined them being together at the end of the world Rogue One style

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Hey. I recently read Unit!Yuu and had an idea based off of it. So, a Yuu who lives in an apocalyptic wasteland filled with blot phantoms (An AU where the phantoms in STYX got released and turned the world into a wasteland). But, instead of them being the host of the G7, they are the host of the OB squad. What is your take on this?

7 spoiled vrats try to tell Yuu how to survive despite never having been raised in an Apocolypse. It's like have 7 backseat gamers that know nothing ant the game ur playing and keep giving unsolicited advice

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Hello I love your writing and wanted to request some headcanons or a short fic. How do you think Apocalypse Yuu would fare on Beans Day? They would probably wipe out everyone though I see them more fit as part of the monster team than the farmers.

Bean Day Massacre

Jade and Yuu are partners in crime. This just me bullying Azul lmao. GN Farmer Yuu

No one stood a chance. What was supposed to be a wholesome sporty activity in the school became a massacre, with the objective of protection of the golden harp switching from stopping Yuu’s madness.

No one knew how powerful a magicless human could possibly be. Not even Azul planned for this as he runs away from Yuu, who merely walks after him, “We had a deal Azul!” They shouted amidst the forest, “You brought this on yourself!” 

Azul could only think back to how this all started, as this apex predator of the land continued their slow walk after him…

It all started, just a few hours ago, actually. Azul was making his way over to where the scanner was, his years of planning were not going down the drain! As he approached the area where the supply box was located, he almost let his guard down. Almost.

Just then he heard it. Whimpering and a cry for help. Snapping his head around he searched for where the sound was. “Heeeelpp” the voice rasped again, and Azul realized, it was coming from above him. Azul looked up in absolute horror.

Students, both farmers and monsters were strung up in the forest by their feet using some sort of makeshift rope. They all dangle helplessly, some passed out, some still struggling to get free,

“Careful… this whole area… It's trapped!” One student wheezes. Azul looks behind him before taking a step back in fear, what sort of person would do this? Who would go out of their way to trap their own team? Azul shrunk into his camo as he briefly reconsidered the crate in front of him. But if he was right, it would have the scanner. The item he needed to enact his plan.

“Azul? Is that you?!” The familiar cry of Ace sounded out against the forest. Azul looked around before spotting Ace, dangling closer to the ground. “You gotta help me!” Azul hesitantly approached, starting to untie his teammate, it would be better to have a guide in this area of the forest he supposed. “Just what happened here Trappola?"

“It's Yuu!” Ace whisper-yelled, “They’ve gone crazy! This whole area around the crate the trapped! They’ve been stringing up everyone that goes near it!” “The crate! Where is it? Does it have the scanner?” There is where Azul made his first mistake.

“I don't know! Are you helping me or not?!” Ace yelled making all the groaning of the other students go silent in fear. “Oh no…” Ace muttered. “Oh no no no no no no! Azul you have to untie me! They’re coming!” 

Ace held onto Azul's camo and shook him from where he hung. “Hurry they—- AAAAAH!” Suddenly, Ace was yanked up into the trees in a soundless blur, “RUN AZUUUL!” He shrieked. Azul didn't have to think twice. He immediately ran through the forest, Crate be damned. 

As he ran he noticed all sorts of strange traps. Ropes, pitfalls, even noisemakers made from rope tied to pots and pans— where did they even get those from?! Azul was so focused on running he didn’t even think of the direction he was running in, before he knew it he stood before the crate he desperately looked for.

Standing in front of it he held his hand out to open it, before pausing. Yuu had this place heavily guarded, this is most likely a trap. He didn’t even know if the loot was still there. The scanner! What is Yuu had the—-

“Looking for this?” Yuu’s crazed voice rang out from above him. Looking up, Azul swallowed, sweat appearing on his face as he stared up at Yuu, fully decked out in camo head to toe, even their face was blending into the environment with the mud they caked on. It was difficult to see how they were even above them with how much they blended in, he could only assume they were on a branch of some sort, yet amidst the confusion, he saw it in their gloved hand: The scanner.

“How did you—-“ “Jade told me. He said you might be looking for this.” So Jade was behind this? Wait, did Yuu get him too? As if reading his mind Yuu responded “He was quiet, so I let him go… The others here not so much…” “What are you planning, Yuu? How are you going to win like this? You're not even getting the harp!”

Yuu suddenly slid down from a rope and hung upside down at perfect level with Azul’s face, the magic camo they wore adjusted accordingly. “This was never about the harp. I can care less about what team wins…” Yuu smirks, and Azul was getting ready for a fight as he reached over to his net—

“Keep it.” Yuu offered out the scanner to Azul suddenly, arm outstretched as they hung upside down. “Unlike you, I don't need it.” “Hah? And how I know this isn’t a trick.” “Because I want to make a deal with you.” 

A deal? Was that what this was about? Did Jade set him up for this? “You do realize I cannot use my magic today, right?” “It doesn't involve magic, it's now one of YOUR deals, Azul…” He supposed he had no choice…

“I'm listening...” “Floyd Leech. Keep him away from me, and this scanner is yours.” “Is that it?” “Yes. He wants to fight me despite being on the same team, and I’d rather not deal with it…” Yuu huffed, as they started pulling themselves right side up on the rope they dangled from.

“That can certainly be arranged,” Azul smirks as he takes the scanner and puts it on, highlighting at least a hundred students, all stuck within Yuu’s traps. He swallowed at just how many there were around him. How did they have time to do any of this in just a few hours?

“Oh yeah, and I don't want to deal with Jack either when you inevitably team up with him to face Jade. He’s just annoying. Tried lecturing me on how all these traps are wrong. Anyways….” Yuu pulled themself back up “I permit you to exit this place without worrying about me or my traps. Pleasure doing business…”

And like that, Azul’s second mistake was made. Taking an impossible deal. He supposed this was vengeance for the deal he made with Yuu before, and belittling them, and bullying them, and okay maybe he deserved getting chased through a heavily trapped forest.

Even after capturing Floyd, the moray refused to leave until he found Yuu, meaning they eventually met up again. 

Azul continued his pace as he heard Floyd struggle against his fight with Yuu, who inevitably overpowered him and threw Floyd in Azuls direction, making him slide across all the mud right in front of Azul.

What monster could overpower FLOYD of all people? Azul full-on sprinted, hoping to retreat and replan everything. He couldn't lose when he made it this far.

His scanner beeped, telling him of another person nearby. That is when he saw him: Jade watching, reveling in the chaos he sowed. The master planner that had him like this. It was ironic in a way, he wouldn’t usually mind that cruel smirk he wore, but now it was being used against him. 

“Why? Why did you do this?” Just then Azul tripped over another rope Yuu had put up making him fall onto his face. Groaning as he looked up at Jade who stood over him he could only blink. “Why? To win of course...” Sacrificing his own brother and his own friend… to win…

“That.. and you and Floyd insulted my mushroom dishes that I worked so hard on…” Jade spoke in mock sadness. “That’s what this was about?!” Azul shrieked out. Just then he felt a pair of hands grab his leg, along with Yuu’s evil chuckle.

“No no! Hold on we can make another deal!” Azul sputtered as Yuu dragged him away. “I am going to string this one up now. It was a pleasure doing business… Jade…” Jade and Yuu exchanged their sadistic smirks as they both parted ways. 

This year the farmers won.

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

I had the greatest request idea ever

Okay so here me out

Octavinelle (all three together) end up stuck in their s/o's world. They can still do magic, but they just stick with them and do what they do.

Now, s/o's school has no dorms... so the trio are technically homeless. Not to worry, s/o will house them! ...They'll just have to hide the two super tall and one super greedy boys the brought home. Good thing Azul has an invisibility spell!

They'd definitely follow s/o around at school and mess with smh...

I'm rambling, sorry, but yeah that's my request creative liberties have fun you can ignore this if you want.

-Quinn

The OctoTrio In Yuu's Apocolypse!World

I am going extra; Yuu is from an apocalypse and lives in a fallout/nuclear bunker colony. Let's give these mfers a real fright in time for Halloween. Also, there are unnamed NPCs Yuu interacts with aside from one random Disney character I added, hehehe. If you want me to redo those and see the trio actually react a bit more lightheartedly to apocalypse life, lemme know. I'm kinda not proud of this at all.

Per usual. Yuu is Gn and kinda traumatized to add flavor. POV switching from 2nd (you/your) to 3rd (Yuu/They). Yuu and the Trio are kind of frenemies. Possible typos

No… No. No no no no no no no nO NO NO NO NO. You're back here again. That stupid fucking tanuki—! You glare at the memory. A simple lab gone wrong. 

****

What was supposed to be a heartwarming personal project had turned quickly into a nightmare. Grim had not only knocked over all the electronics you were using, but he also ended up spilling every single ingredient and chemical you had near you into one toxic stew. To make matters worse, it appeared that he had gotten into some sort of trouble, judging by how all three Octotrio members were assailing him.

At least it couldn’t get any worse…. It got worse.

The electronics and the chemicals reacted exactly opposite to what you wanted. Instead of bringing something to you, you were now being sucked in. To add insult to injury, the bastard that caused this didn’t even get sucked. Instead, the three other bastards that you wish would have been literally anyone else were falling with you… 

The feeling of atoms splitting and reassembling yourself wasn’t as nauseous as last time. You were sure by the sound of the trio that they would disagree… It was going to be one rough landing…

****

Just what happened here… Why was the air so harsh to breathe in? Azul felt as though something was assaulting and scratching at his throat with each breath in. He let out a few coughs, not noticing how Yuu cringed at the sound. Jade’s eyes felt as though they were burning, another wave of nausea washed over him, but it was a different feeling from before. This nausea wasn’t because of movement. He felt sick like something was wrong… Perhaps it was a mix of fear and stress? He hoped so.

“Yuu. Where are we?” Azul’s voice took on a very forced calm as he clenched his hands into fists, trying not to shake as he looked up at the dark smog-filled sky. Jade and Azul stared at Yuu as they closed their eyes pensively. “This place… Is what remains of my home. That is all you need to know.” Yuu’s voice shook slightly. They turned around and snagged the trios' hats on the ground, muttering something about scent trails.

Jade looks around, trying to figure out just what kind of situation he’s in. His and his family's safety was the most important thing right now. The mer swallowed a lump in his dry throat, looking out at a wasteland. Green grassy fields were charred black. Distant mountains looked altered and unnatural, as if they’d been destroyed. Ruins of old ghost towns ransacked RV homes, and leveled cities can be seen from the weird hill they were on, acting as the only landmark. 

Fear started to build within Jade with the unfamiliarity and eeriness of it all. It felt too calm, too quiet. Something was wrong here… Floyd glanced over at his brother as if sensing his discomfort. “According to my scanner, lead, and radiation levels here are low. It's safe to travel without masks or suits… Perfect.” Yuu smiled. Is this why shrimpy always had that weird mask on? Floyd thought as he eyed the gas mask in their arm.

Soon, Floyd spoke up.

“Ne ne, shrimpy? So like, when can we get out of here?”

 “Yes, I have a similar question. How are we going to get home?” 

“I have a good guess. I'll go to the same place I did last time when I fell into your world?” Azul listed a brow. “Which is…?” Yuu shoved the trio's hats into the bulky backpack they wore. “Going to the happiest place on earth, as they call it,” Yuu spoke, completely serious. “And if it doesn’t work… I'll help you adjust to your new magicless life here.”

“Ehh! I don't want to stay here! This place is a dump!” “I know, Floyd.” “There’s nothing to do!” “I know, Floyd.”

Jade suddenly butted in from where he stood. “Actually, that… project, for lack of a better term, was the reason we’re here, yes?” “That’s right, why would you want to come back to… This…” Azul interjected,

 “You guys ruining it is what brought us here. I wasn't trying to go back; I was trying to bring…” Yuu stopped themselves, “Ugh, never mind. Look, I have one thing to do today before we leave… hopefully.” “You can't be serious!” Azul snapped. 

Yuu practically snarled, “Um, I AM serious. So suck it up before I leave you out here to die. You were all responsible for getting us into this mess. You have no right to complain!” Yuu glared at them before walking over to what looked to be a small campsite. Among it was a small bunker that was heavily locked up. Yuu went behind it for a moment before emerging again.

They wheeled out a sleek motorcycle built for speed. A small sidecar was attached to it. The inside looked personalized with stickers and marker scribbles. There was even a tiny helmet fit for a child. Stickers covered the helm as well. Yuu snagged the helmet and shoved it into a side compartment of their bike. “Get in, you three.” The survivor spoke while adjusting their mask onto their face. “We’re going to the bunker town.”

****

Azul sat in the sidecar, hugging his knees as the twins pressed themselves flat against you. Floyd was standing while holding onto Jade, looking out into the horizon as you sped along. The ride acted as an excellent distraction for Floyd, making him forget about the dangers this world poses. He would barely even notice the gunfire happening in the distance as you sped up past it, approaching a town in the distance.

Despite this, everything felt… wrong. The air hurt his lungs. The sky is bleak; the world is silent. Occasionally they drove by a pile of something awful that was rotting. “Those things were once human,” Yuu would say. He couldn’t help but wonder how. The shrimpy’s behavior in NRC made sense to him now. How they always wore a mask, stocked up on food, and even set traps around their home. Floyd grumbles in the memory of hanging from the ceiling from when he first entered Ramshackle.

As the adrenaline from the joyride wore off, a strange sense of dread hung in the air as they approached the town, the ocean next to it looked… gross.

****

Soon they pulled up to what appeared to be a community of bunkers. The sign to the town was run down and worn. Despite the appearance of rusty bunkers, each one had their own colors and personality. Many shops and street markets were everywhere as traders sold their goods. Children played on the grass with their decorated gas masks. Dogs, birds, and cats wandered the area. For such a dead place, the community was alive. The ocean washed up mountains upon mountains of plastic and crates that people sifted through. No wonder Yuu was so worried about microplastics….

Yuu’s speed slowed as they came to a halt amongst the people walking about. A few turned their head at the sigh of Yuu, the ones that were unmasked looked as though they saw a ghost. Yuu propped their bike up against the small bunker of another shopkeeper. Her window was propped open as the prices of various cuts of meat were advertised from within. Azul slid out of the sidecar as the other jumped off, drawing the attention of the old butcher from within.

“Yuu? Is that you? Geez, kid, we thought you died out there!” “I don’t die easy… Still, it's good to see you… And it seems business is good as well” The old woman’s eyes crinkle as she used her knife to gesture behind you. “And they are?” Yuu pauses for a moment, “Partners.” 

“Ne ne~ Little Shrimpy is so serious today, yeesh. So now, all of a sudden, you can talk?” The people around the bunker stared in shock, a few muttering. Floyd could hear the whispers of ‘did they seriously say that to them?!’ ‘Yuu is gonna kill him' and so on. So much annoying noise in his eyes.

“What? Why’re staring at me for?!” One customer looked between the masked eel, then the hooded human, once, then twice. Yuu waved their hand down a few times, and the crowd hesitantly obeyed, looking away and continuing about their day. “My, you’re well known around here…” Jade jokes, eliciting an eye roll from Yuu, who takes off their customized mask. The human turns to the woman in the bunker.

“I’m going to leave my bike here, miss… I have matters to attend to…” The young human scowled before sighing. “Hmm, aren’t you afraid someone would take it?” Jade asks quizzically. “No one would have the balls. I’m well known around here…” Yuu started to walk off just for Azul to sputter. “Wh-Wha- Where are you going?!” “To do something.”

“You can’t just leave us alone! We’re not from here!” 

“Now you know how I felt.” 

“Yuu!”

****

The trio follows Yuu into a large and seemingly run-down building. The rusty door on the outside had “MEDBAY” sprayed onto it. Opening the heavy door, Azul was pleased to see that the inside of the building was much cleaner than the outside suggested.

It looked just like a genuine medical building, all modernized with the best equipment. It was air-conditioned and freshly cleaned. Kids' drawings and posters decorated the walls. A few run-down couches and chairs made up humble waiting areas in front of the main ‘desk’ of the room, which consisted of a long table. Yuu went up to it and started talking to the person going through piles of paperwork. The person froze and stuttered at the sight of Yuu.

Azul began to zone out, uninterested in their interaction. He allowed his eyes to wander. The twins noticed and followed Azul. There was a small board listing all of the people that donated to the construction of the medical bay. Azul strutted over to it for a second, noting just how much Yuu appeared on there. Thank you for donating an x-ray machine. We thank Yuu for their most recent adventure, bringing back 15 medical kits and a brand new microscope. Azuls eyes scanned quickly, Yuu brought over medical equipment of all kinds. 

Even the kid’s drawing had drawings of Yuu as well. “Ehe seems like Shrimpy is pretty popular around here~ Wonder why. All the kids love them, though!” Jade chuckles, “These drawings are unique, to say the least.” He snickers at a few that depict Yuu in a very unflattering way. Azul also smirks but starts to think, is this why they came back here?

****

Yuu trailblazed down the hallway of the building like a damned bat out of hell. Azul sputtered to catch up with them as Floyd ran right behind Yuu, enjoying this fun ‘game’ they’re playing. Their frame suddenly stops in front of a well-decorated and glittery door covered in cute drawings of candy, among other things. Yuu’s hand hesitantly reached for the doorknob.

“Caught you, Shrimpy!” Floyd exclaims, holding onto the survivor. They smacked into the door, and Yuu pushed off Floyd. “What the actual fuck is wrong with you!” They hissed. “Yeesh, calm down, Shrimpy! Your such a downer~” Azul watched nervously between the pair as sparks flew. Jade was getting ready to intervene. 

“Yuu? Is that you? Are you here?” A small voice sounded from within the room. The anger from Yuu’s stance disappeared, and a hopeful glint returned to their eyes. The door opened to reveal a young girl. 

She was absolutely tiny, smaller than most children. Her large amber lies looked up at Yuu with admiration and shock. Her black hair was slicked back into a ponytail held up by a ribbon decorated with little candy charms along her hair. She wore a green hoodie embroidered with small candies along with old rips. A tiny skirt peaked out from underneath, practically engulfed by her hoodie. She stepped back and opened the door more as she stood there, holding onto her green leggings before sticking them in her hoodie.

The girl and Yuu stared at each other for a moment. “Vanellope, I—“ “You idiot!” The girl yelled and charged into Yuu. Azul watched as the girl sobbed into Yuu's legs before Yuu scooped them up into a hug. “Where were you? I was so worried. I-I was— was— afraid something happened!” She choked between sobs, “To you! Everyone said you were gone!” For the first time the trio had seen, Yuu shed a tear. 

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…” “You better explain everything!” Vanellope pushed away from Yuu and pouted before glancing over at the trio behind her. “Who are they?” Yuu paused briefly and looked back at Jade, Floyd, and Azul. “… Friends…”

“Oh? Are they your best friends?” Vanellope asked, smirking. “Well, are we?” Jade asked with a smug smirk that Floyd and Azul also shared. “Yes. We are.” The girl in Yuu’s arms starts laughing. “You're so full of it! Haha! It's so obvious!” Yuu sighs as they set Vanellope down and enter her room.

****

The room was small, but homey. There was a small desk with some coloring crayons and a few toy cars on the desk and floor. A few candy streamers hung from the wall, and a few posters hung up on the wall. Trinkets, toys, plushies, and books were sprawled about. Everything was candy themed in the child’s room. 

In the corner near the window, however, was a hospital bed, a small table with paperwork piled on it. Floyd noticed how stiff Yuu became as they stared at the corner and looked over at Jade. Usually, Floyd could tell how his brother felt, but his expression was unreadable even to him.

“Soooo….” Vanellope trails off, pulling some small stools and chairs to her bed that she sits on, candy corn plush in her lap. She beamed excitedly with her childish innocence. “Tell me everything!” 

Yuu chucked and set their bag down, sifting through it. Azul peaked over to notice them pulling out trinkets of all sorts. Among them were a few shells he recognized from the Coral Sea, along with a plush they got from the museum souvenir shop. A few more trinkets popped out, and Azul realized that Yuu had been collecting things their entire time while in NRC.

****

“And then that's when Riddle yelled ‘off with your head!’ Super loudly, and you won't believe what happens next!” Jade nearly snorted at the exaggeration as he listened to Yuu’s very watered-down, kiddie-friendly story of some of their times in college. It did work; Vanellope was on the edge of her seat with anticipation. Azul had never seen Yuu this expressive or soft for anyone. It was a very new side to them that he would be sure to make a note of.

Floyd watched on at the kids babbling, her legs swinging as she gripped the new eel plush in her lap. He smirked and joined in on the storytelling, making sounds with his mouth to replicate what happened and even acting some parts out, much to Vanellope's delight. Jade let a quiet chuckle and glanced over at Azul, who was watching the domestic scene unfold. A frown crossed his face.

“Oya? What’s wrong, Azul? Homesick?” Azul looked over at Jade for a moment before leaning in and whispering. “Oh shush, you are too but besides that. Aren’t we in a hospital?” Jade nods for a moment before his eyes widen a bit in realization. “You think this girl, Vanel—“

“Oh, oh! What about this one? Where did you get this one from?” Vanellope asks, holding up the plush eel Yuu pulled out from earlier. Yuu chuckled, “Oh, that comes from the Coral Sea, a dangerous place deep underground!” “Oh, oh, tell me more!” “Actually, I was thinking Azul should, you see, he grew up living in the deep sea!” 

Yuu nudged Azul cheekily, “Right, Azul? I’m sure you can tell her some amazing stories…” Azul narrowed his eyes for a moment before clearing his throat. “Of course, let me think…” Floyd suddenly pulled Vanellope onto his shoulders. “Oh, I know one! Me and my brother here one time fought a huge sturgeon for his scales! C’mon, Jade, you remember!” Jade hummed before nodding his head. “Yes, yes, I remember it going a little like this….”

****

As stories dragged on, the group found themselves playing with the girl as well. Floyd manhandled and let the little menace crawl and climb all over him like a jungle gym and showing off his height by holding her to the ceiling. Azul even found himself playing dolls with the girl, and Jade would often help her build strange racetracks for her toy cars. As time went on, the girl became more mellow with drowsiness.

Yuu’s happy expression dropped to a more somber one. “Well, that was all that happened when I was gone; how have you been holding up since? I’m sorry I wasn’t here to provide for you…” Vanellope’s happy grin dropped as she sat herself on her bed, kicking her feet again. Yuu’s expression dropped further. “How is your condition, gumdrop?”

Vanellope's energetic self from minutes earlier was gone, and her eyes watered. “They say that I’m not going to make it, Yuu. My condition is worsening every day… I heard a nurse say…” Her voice trailed off as she started to sob, “That I’m dying very soon."

Vanelllope shook and wiped away her tears, trying her absolute best to be a big girl. Yuu held back their grief and held onto their little sister, squeezing her tight. Silent sobs echoed throughout the room. Azul looked away awkwardly, feeling as if he was intruding on something. Floyd’s cheery attitude dropped as well, and even Jade was sympathetic. 

****

“I need to find her; I need to go back!” Jade pressed his back against the wall outside the headmaster's room as he eavesdropped. “What do you mean that I can't go back?! I need to go back! I have someone waiting for me! I need to take care of her!” 

Jade smirked as the drama unfolded from behind the door. “Please, Crowley! It’s been a month! Surely you found something! I love her!” How poor and unfortunate and utterly juicy. He strutted off, ready to inform Azul about a possible contract.

****

“Fuck you, Azul.”

“Pardon?”

“I said: Fuck. You. Asshole.”

Azul can feel Yuu glaring at him through their mask. Yuu snagged the contract out of his hand and ripped it. “What the fuck s wrong with you, Ashengrotto?!” Azul felt a cold sweat coming on. “You send one of your weird lackeys to spy on me and are trying to get me some ‘other girl’ ?!” 

Azul held up his hands. “You’ve got it all wrong,” Azul speaks calmly, “We simply heard that you were lonely, and believe me when I say that I can help you find love or a new girlfriend if you—“ “Girlfriend? GIRLFRIEND?!”

It was a good thing Floyd was there to drag Yuu away from lunging at Azul. A paralysis spell had to be cast on them, and even then, they could still fight against it due to the amount of rage coursing through their body. Floyd laughed at their struggle before throwing them out of the dorm. 

Ever since then, Yuu has hated the trio. When it came time to try and stop Azul’s contracts, by Crowley's demand, it became much more awkward. Yuu was practically ready to rip Azul apart the minute he opened his mouth.

That’s not even mentioning the fights they got into with Floyd that ended up messing up the cafeteria. The memory swirled in Azul's head, and he felt a newfound disgust at his actions.

****

“… I’m breaking you out of here, gumdrop.” Yuu states. The girl looks up with wide eyes. “Grab your stuff and shove it in my bag. We’re going.” The girl smiled and ran to grab all of her things, shoving cars, toys, and plushies of all kinds into Yuu's bag. Whatever they couldn’t fit, Jade happily held onto. Floyd held onto the girl as the Yuu, Jade, and Azul crowded around him and speed-walked about of vicinity before any nurses could stop them.

****

Vanelope happily sat in front of Yuu as they sped alongside the polluted beach until they were far away from town. Only then did Yuu stop, and everyone got off once more. “There. We’re away from everyone and close to getting these guys home.” Yuu put their hands on their hips and nodded.

Vanellope took off her petite and decorated helmet and looked out at the sea. “‘Zul, Floyd, didn’t you say the ocean where you’re from is clear? Not all full of plastic and stuff?” The child walked along the shore, kicking at trash that washed up. Azul looked out, disgusted with everything he saw in what would be his home. Now he understood why Yuu wanted to check any lead or plastic levels in all their food before eating. “Yes, definitely better than this.”

“Lucky. I always wondered what the ocean would be like. If you try and swim in here, you’ll get sick or poked with something sharp.” The kid poked at the sand, drawing shapes along it. “I always wanted to go out and explore and go super fast on a bike or car, but I got sick… So I had to stay inside…” Yuu frowned as they sat near their bike, allowing their sister to talk to the others.

“They said that there’s some weird stuff with my body, so I can't go outside much; I always hated it! I wanted to explore just like Yuu does and go collect all sorts of things from everywhere! …” Vanellope's voice became hushed so that Yuu couldn’t hear. “Sometimes I wonder why they stick around instead of driving off and find a better place than here…” 

Floyd looked down and squatted down. “Well, your outta that place now. Why can't you go explore?” Vanellope looked up at the mage. “I am very sick, so it can make it worse.” “The doc said your already dyin’, so what gives? May as well go out and explore.”

Jade nods. “That is true. After all, wouldn’t you like to see a real sea before you die?” Vanellope beams, “Yes, yes! There's so much stuff I want to do! I want to go fast, and I want to explore!” The girl rambles on and on and on for a good while, lifting up the mood once again.

“Vanellope.” Yuu interrupts. “I have to take these assholes home.” “Hey, how come you can curse but I can’t” “You’re not old enough to, now listen. I’m gonna take these guys back home, but what sort of adventure would you like to do?”

The child stood up. “Wait, me? Really? I mean, what about you? Don’t you have better stuff to do?” “I always wanted to make you happy, and if it were up to me, I would have taken you with me and driven off years ago, far away from here. The only thing I have regretted was waiting.” Yuu pats the girl's head. “So what’ll it be? You wanna explore the wasteland? Or go see the sea?”

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(CW: mentions of WW2 and atomic bomb) Okay that ask about how TWST boys would react to Yuu's terrible world is something I think about too often, especially bc of the US with all the terrible history-making things happening all at once. Like imagine Yuu wearing a mask when they first arrive and eventually Adeuce ask why they wear one all the time? Then Yuu explains about the global pandemic that's killed millions of ppl around the world and how it's almost like the modern day Black Death with how long the pandemic is lasting and their like "WTF IS THE BLACK DEATH" so Yuu explains that too along with plague doctors and medieval understanding of illnesses. But they say all this with a chill "oh this is kinda par for the course for human beings" tone. Meanwhile everyone is horrified.

Some students including Lilia remark that it kinda sounds cool to live through a huge historical moment in time (Lilia would know) and Yuu's just like, "have you ever wanted to live through the Spanish Flu of 1918, the Civil Rights Movement of the 1960's, and the Great Economic Depression of the 1930's, ALL at the same time? I didn't, yet here it am" and everyone's like 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️ they might not know what happened during those times, but they can take a guess. That's when Lilia realizes how truly f*cked up Yuu's world is when a young teen like them is left so jaded, like not even he in the centuries he's lived through has he ever felt this hopeless about the state of Twisted Wonderland that he has to wonder what in hell is happening in Yuu's home world?

Then they talk about WW2 and the monstrosities that took place. The boys might make fun of Yuu for living in a world without magic, but just replies "oh, well we don't really need magic to fight. We have technology. We have weapons that can instantly vaporize people and entire cities in an instant. And if they don't die from being in the vicinity the bomb, the ppl in the miles surrounding that will die slowly from radiation." "YUU, WTF THAT SOUNDS AWFUL!" "I know. I've seen the pictures."

also when they see how nonchalant Yuu is about all this and wonder how Yuu can be so...calm, so matter-of-fact about it, Yuu's just like "oh no, all young folks are this. We know there's nothing can do to change the trajectory of Earth's demise, so we just kinda accept and meme about it. Hey check out this meme about WW3 :D" and they are just like "WTF—and you WANT to go back to this world!?" And that's not even talking about pollution, late stage capitalism, or the fight for human rights around the world.

Bonus: (can you tell I think about this a lot?) I like to think that Yuu explains to Azul the amount of damage mega corporations do to nature and how they pretty much use the ocean as a dumping ground for all their waste and left over products to the point where ocean life is dying by the masses, he almost starts to consider if his capitalistic tendencies will lead him down that path.

I always imagined Yuu coming from a more apocalyptic version of this world where it's all gone to shit.

Imagine telling them about the elephants foot and the horrors of radiation.

This may be because I just got done playing The Chernobyl Liquidators and fall out New Vegas but still..

I feel like Azul would be mortified if you showed him how the ocean looks now. So many Coral reefs gone

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I can see apocalypse yuu being a gardener

Living in an apocalyptic wasteland, their world was anything but green. But when they came to nrc and saw all the trees and flowers and bushes- they were shocked but so excited!

Flowers were probably a luxury back in yuu’s world. Most if not all of them had rotted away already..

Yuu decides to start growing their own garden around ramshackle, and the first time one of their flowers blooms they get a little emotional. It’s so…colorful.

Given that mushrooms can help clean up nuclear waste you think they get along with Jade when it comes to mushrooms and grow then together

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POV: You're an NRC student doing laps in PE

You look behind you and see someone wearing a gas mask running at full speed

You just about die on spot

Then you realize it's just Yuu who was from an apocalyptic world and refuses to take off their mask due to their unfamiliar environment

I love apocolypse Yuu. Ramshackle is probably filled to the brim with traps and only the other dorm members from Yuus world know how to navigate it

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dilf yuu actively doing the seteth act and pretending their kid is their little sibling. they get found out and theyre like "goddamnit" (thats their catchphrase, 100%, that or "sevendamnit" because, twst is like that sometimes)

Allow me to make this angstier, here me out all the way through.

A pretty younger adult Yuu with a little sibling or a child, regardless they are practically a parent. Maybe they were from an apocalypse or something, either way they had a rough life. A very rough life. Yuu is very protective of the Kiddo and damn near stomps Grim when they nearly lit them on fire. One day it is revealed by Yuu that they aren't related at all as siblings. Either the siblings is their niece/nephew of their other sibling who passed and wanted to desperately hold onto what was left of them. Or they aren't related at all, however if they were to tell anyone that at sanctuaries or refugee posts, they would have been separated.

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Apocalypse! Yuu, on a school trip: Yeah pretty much all of my bones have been liquidified so they've just been slowly replaced with implants :)

The TSA agent and everyone behind them waiting to board: oh

Apocalypse Yuu with long term lead and radiation poisoning and has 3 lbs of plastic in their body along with smog due to pollution: Mmm this trash chicken is amazing

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Riddle and Epel totally love that Yuu doesn't rub their short height in their faces.

Apocalypse Yuu: It just means you can hide from nuclear waste creatures easier

"What."

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All those Twst scenarios where Yuu gets turned back to a kid bc of a messed up spell or potion or whatever and they have to deal with this small child running around until they can fix it. Now imagine that with the Yuu Quad. Pure chaos. Lilia would probably be thriving tho

YES. Lilia has Fuu gnawing on his leg as he walks around. Vuu wakes up and chooses violence even as a kid and Cuus the one kid that tries to find out how everything works and then shoves stuff in their mouth.

Lilia is enjoying every second. Silver has to save them all from his cooking though.