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rogerswifesblog · 2 years

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Request for a story where Steve hopelessly falls in love with the new hire for the avengers/ stark industries marketing department. So Natasha immediately sets up that she helps him with all things social media

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It's your first day at Stark Industries...and Natasha seems to notice Steve's little crush on you.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Steve Rogers x SI!employee!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none I'd say

Keep in mind English is not my first language!

Nervously you entered Starks office. It was your first day at work and you were supposed to come here first. Probably to meet Tony himself-you we're supposed to take care of the marketing department of Stark Industries.

You've dreamt about this since you were in high school. This moment. Entering Starks office, meeting Tony stark himself. You haven't met him, since the job interview was with Pepper-and she was great. Such a friendly and likeable woman.

"Come in, Mrs Y/N", a robotic voice said, after you knocked on Starks office door. Slightly surprised you looked up. Wow. So it was really true-stark had a artificial intelligence in his whole building. Incredible.

You opened the door, a big smile on your face. "Good Morning, Mr Stark", you said while looking at the man mentioned. Your smile slightly fell when you saw the other person sitting in the room in front of Starks desk.

No way.

No fu-

"Cap-Captain-hi-yhm, I mean-Good morning", you said flustered.

Why was he here? Of course you knew him. Actually you wrote an essay about him in Highschool. And in college.

God. This was embarrassing. You've never had a crush on anybody...besides him. Captain America. Steve Rogers.

Steve seemed to feel pretty much the same. As soon as you entered the room, he blushed. He could feel his whole body being on fire.

Of course Tony noticed this. A smirk appeared on his lips, while he slowly drank a sip from his coffee. "Hello, new employee. I guess you're here to introduce yourself-Y/N, right?", he started talking, while slowly looking back to Steve, who apparently thought the floor must be incredibly interesting, so intense he was starring at it.

You looked back from Steve to Tony. You could feel your cheeks heat up. "Yes, yes that's me. I'm here for marketing department and also the social media for Stark industries?", you asked, since you weren't sure about the last part. Pepper told you this could be a possibility-social media is important for Stark industries and Stark himself-but he wasn't allowed to post anything. It didn't surprise you to hear that...not after the last incident.

Tony nodded, while he gestured you to sit down.

He gestured to the chair in front of his desk.

Right next to Steve.

Oh god.

Deep breaths.

You slowly sat down, giving Steve a small-and tense-smile. He looked away.

Oh wow, great.

"Well, Y/N, Pepper already told me you seemed perfect for the job, so-", the door interrupted Tony mid sentence. Natasha-fucking-Romanoff just entered the room.

Oh god, please no.

A smirk crossed her lips, while she came to Steve and put her hands on his shoulders. "Hi Tony-I think our Gramps forgot he was supposed to train with me", her words made Steve sigh. He was used to the teasing of his teammates. Yet there was something different this time-

A quiet chuckle.

You.

He immediately looked up, which made you look away.

The two of you blushed.

Natasha and Tony noticed your reactions and looked at each other for a moment. Both of them smirked knowingly, while the two of you looked away from each other. Clueless.

"Well, let's go, fossil or do you need help getting up?", Natasha teased. Steve sighed again and shook his head. "That's I don't need help with getting anything up", his whole face burned. He was mortified. Why did he say it like that? The whole room went quite, while everyone looked at Steve.

Wordlessly he quickly stood up. "We should-training", he mumbled while grabbing Natasha arm and leaving the room with her-the red head started laughing.

As you looked back at Steve, your eyes met. A small smile spread over your lips, before you looked away. So did Steve.

Tony watched the two of you with his eyebrows raised.

He may or may not texted Natasha something about what he saw-of course she already knew.

"So Steve-how's your Twitter going?", natasha asked Steve, while blocking one of his punches. He sighed. They had this conversation way too often. Natasha knew he didn't want any social media-at least nothing as Captain America. Just some small accounts he could use to scroll through Instagram or Twitter, but nothing where he would post. It's just not...him.

Slowly he put his hands down and shook his head. "Come on Nat, we've talked about it. The world doesn't need a...a Twitter account for Captain America", he mumbled, grabbing his water bottle and taking a sip. Unimpressed Nat raised one of her perfect eyebrows. „Whatever you say...Captain Iceberg." A cocky smile on her face. She already had a great idea...

This job was great. You loved it.

Tony was a better boss than the one you had before-and you could actually work in your department and not be the one who brought everyone coffee. That's what happened at your old workplace.

An hour before finishing, Tony came into your small office-which was also new, you never had your own office before. "I have a request for you-the last one for today. Natasha needs some help with a little...social media problem. Could you take a look? I let JARVIS know to let you out on the right floor", he said.

With a friendly smile on your lips you left with Tony your office and went to the elevator. "I'm sure it'll be fun", Tony said and guided you to the elevator with a cheeky smile. Before the door closed you could him hear saying something about...the captains floor? What?

Before you could process everything, the door opened.

You looked straight into the muscular chest of Steve Rogers himself. Slowly you looked up. "Hello Captain", you mumbled quietly, blushing. A small smile appeared on Steve's face. He seemed nervous.

"Hi-what-? What are you doing here?", the man before you asked, while stepping aside, to let you in.

Walking this closely next to him, made your whole body tingle.

Slightly nervous you took out your phone. "Tony told me Natasha needed help with social media? But I think he send me to the wrong floor-I'll call him and-" "Nope, you're in the right place...Natasha did it", he interrupted you quietly mumbling. He sighed. Of course Natasha had to pull something like that.

"She wants me to make a Captain America account on Twitter and Instagram. I don't really need that, but she thinks it could be useful." While telling you this, he put his hand on your lower back and guided you on the sofa to sit. Only a few seconds he realised it. Immediately he withdrew his hand from you, like if you had burned him. Steve could feel his cheeks heating up. God, would this blushing ever stop?

"It's a nice idea. You could use it to spread...awareness, love and important informations, you know? I can help you with making an account...that's kinda my job", you giggled in the end, which also made Steve smile.

Maybe he should give it a try. It had nothing with you to do, of course. But it definitely didn't hurt, that you would have to be here and sit with him for as long as he needed to create the accounts....

You looked at him for a moment. He raised his eyebrows slightly up. Did he had something on his face?

„Your phone“, you said with a slight smile on your face. Steve immediately nodded and looked down at his pants, where he had his phone. His face turned red-or maybe it still was-while he gave your phone over.

The corner of your lips twitched upwards. “Please enter the code and open Instagram, Captain.” “Steve-just-just call me Steve”, he mumbled, while doing what you asked him to do. Once again he gave you his phone.

“Great, thank you, Ca-Steve.”

Slightly Steve leaned over you, to watch you while you…whatever you were doing. You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing while looking at his Instagram account. “Brooklynboy1918? Really, Steve? I can’t believe you have a secret account”, grinning you couldn’t stop yourself from typing in your Instagram account and follow yourself.

Steve Rogers was your crush since Highschool-you would let your chances go by.

You still felt a bit flustered about doing that.

“Let’s…make the Captain account for you”, you mumbled. You could feel Steve lean over you-and it made your heart race. Why did he had to be so close? God it made your whole body tremble slightly.

Steve didn’t even noticed at first how close he was. Not until he could smell your sweet perfume. You smelt so, so good…

Immediately he backed away a bit. God, that was embarrassing. You probably thought he was weird, leaning over you like that.

You tried to not to show how shaky your hands were, while you thought about a Instagramname for Steve’s new account. Yet, it wasn’t easy to concentrate. Steve was just…so close. You could smell his shampoo. He smelled so good…so fresh and clean. You just wanted to bury yourself in his chest. Smell him, feel him…

Slightly your eyes widened when you realised what you were thinking about. “S-so, the account is made. Now let’s…do something about the profile picture. Maybe a picture from the photoshoot you had a month ago?”, you muttered, which made Steve smile a bit. You knew about his photoshooting. It made his heart jump, even though he had no idea why.

Steve nodded. “Yes, that’s a good idea. I liked a few photos from this one.”

It only took a few minutes finding the right photo-and you really had to pull yourself together not to ogle all of his photos you could find on the internet.

“Now to the biography, tell the world something about you, Steve…”

Within half an hour Steve had a Instagram and Twitter account just for Captain America.

And also Steve’s food had arrived, that he had ordered, before he found out you’d come to help him. It was enough for the two of you, since Steve always ordered a lot of food.

“Look, you’re getting followers. Told you it was a great idea. Natasha was right”, you said while taking another bite from your pizza slice. Steve already ate six, while you were at you second-and there were still three whole pizzas on the table.

Leaning back, Steve let out a quite sigh. “Maybe I should’ve done it sooner”, he mumbled while looking from his phone back to you.

Or maybe that was the perfect time to make these accounts. At least he spend some time with you.

You looked at your watch and gasped. “Oh, I should get going. My shift-“ “just stay for a bit longer”, Steve interrupted you.

The two of you smiled slightly, while blushing again.

You liked seeing Steve blush…and you were curious how far this blush could go…

“A bit longer probably wouldn’t hurt”, you mumbled flustered, biting in your slice.

A big smile crossed Steve’s lips.

Maybe he should thank Natasha for this.

Speaking of the devil, a massage brought him out of his thoughts. He looked back at his phone. “Natasha says it’s also important that I make a tinder account? What’s that?”, by the way you started laughing, he assumed it was, in fact, not needed.

He definitely will not thank Natasha for anything.

You but your bottom lip slightly. “Of course we can reconsider a tinder account for you, but…it wouldn’t be necessary if you…asked me on a date instead?” Grinning Steve nodded immediately.

Maybe he could thank Natasha after all….just maybe.

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duckapus · 6 months

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SMG4 AU Idea: Adventure Time With Meggy and Boopkins

Takes place in a post-Mario-series universe where the world was once again invaded by the Shroobs, and the resulting war led to an apocalypse that decimated both sides. Nearly every civilization fell to ruin, Shroob waste spread all over causing illness and rapid mutation, the heroes of the world all either died, went missing, or worse, a wide assortment of ancient evils were unleashed or reborn all across the globe, and the very rules of Magic were rewritten.

Fast forward a thousand or so years later and we're introduced to Meggy the Human and her younger brother Boopkins the Fish, who've just left their hometown of Port Aurora to become Adventurers on the mainland. They're a bit odd even by the standards of their bizarre world, since humans are believed to have been extinct for centuries, Boopkins has incredible shapeshifting powers, and their dad Joe and aunt Lily are 50-foot-tall ancient guardians of the sea.

One of the first places they end up on their journey is the Mushroom Kingdom, which is currently in a bit of a bind. The Mushroom people's ruler, Princess Apricot Toadstool, has been kidnapped by the evil Fire Lord and his army of monkeys. The Mushroom people would rescue her themselves, but they're not exactly...competent. Well, except for Guard Captain Shroomy, but if both he and Apricot are gone while the Mushrooms are already this wound up the whole kingdom will collapse in about three days. So, First Adventure Time!

After some traveling they get to the volcanic region where Fire Lord's home is and fight their way through the monkey army, and Fire Lord's demonic right-hand minion Saiko, to the Princess...es. Apparently Fire Lord has a whole Thing about princesses and there's a dozen or so in there. One of them is Bob the Thief Princess, who is a guy because there's no rule that says a princess can't be a dude. And if there is one he'll break it because he loves breaking rules.

Anyway, Apricot's with Fire Lord instead of with the other princesses, so Meggy, Boopkins and the princesses storm further into the fortress and find them.

And if you're even slightly familiar with Adventure Time you know just what kind of goofy pathetic nutcase they end up finding. Though Fire Lord is red instead of Ice King's blue, has a jeweled bracelet instead of a crown, and has the additions of incredible jumping abilities and an addiction to spaghetti.

Anyway, there's a big fight (where Apricot ends up with a massive axe somehow and decides she's never letting it go. Yes I'm repurposing Wapeach because It's My House), the good guys win, everyone goes home.

Afterwards, Apricot declares Meggy and Boopkins heroes of the Mushroom Kingdom, and offers to let them stay in her castle, but they decline since they saw a big hollow tree on the way back that they can turn into a Fresh home base.

Of course, when they move in they find out that the place is already occupied by a little camera robot named SuperMemeGenerator4, but he's excited to have some new roommates so it's not a big deal. Also Bob decides to live there too for some reason.

So there's the introduction, now some explanations:

Yes, Fire Lord is (or at least was) Mario. The bracelet he's wearing is basically a fire version of the Ice Crown. I went with him both so he could be a major character despite how long the timeskip is and as a nod to what becoming the Avatar did to him in SMG4 canon. His version of Gunther the Penguin is a monkey in a green vest named Terence. I haven't fully decided why Saiko works for him but I'm thinking it's some sort of Life Debt thing like Han and Chewey in Star Wars.

Since the Shroobs are mushroom aliens the war that ended the world is still called the Great Mushroom War.

Lily's entire backstory is still the same, except the apocalypse and the absence of the Crew means she got found and taken in by Diana, And has very clearly taken up her mantle.

Apart from Fire Lord, Lily, and a few other obvious cases, everybody has their canon ages and personalities. So Meggy and Boopkins ages are swapped from Finn and Jake's, and Apricot is a kid and a very different sort of person from Bubblegum.

Due to that and some other differences, (some obvious, others less so) this AU wouldn't really follow the same story beats as the show.

Melony ends up in Marceline's place in terms of her relationship with Mario/Fire Lord.

Most of the iconic Mario Species are either extinct or mutated/evolved almost beyond recognition, with Boos and Piranha Plants as notable exceptions, and Goombas as a prime example due to now being big pack-hunting apex predators instead of sapient footstools.

Apricot is actually Mario and Peach's however-many-greats granddaughter, and neither her nor Fire Lord are consciously aware of that connection. Apricot because the Apocalypse making it hard to map out family lines that far and Fire Lord because he doesn't remember that he's Mario and wasn't aware before All That that Peach was pregnant. Also, Apricot isn't considered human due to a mix of mutations during the apocalypse, interspecies relationships, and the fact that I'm convinced that Peach is half-Toad already (both here and in actual Mario canon). It'll be more obvious that she's not human if I ever draw her.

When SMG3 and Tari get introduced it's going to be as the previous iteration of SMG4's design and as an Android created by the same scientist who built the two of them.

Also, Luigi will eventually get introduced by way of accidentally falling through a one-way time portal, getting sent from E. Gadd's Lab before the War to the story's present day somewhere in the wilderness. His absence was actually a major contributing factor to everything going so horribly wrong. Also since he's Luigi and not Betty, and since the dynamic between twin brothers and fiancés is obviously very different, he's going to have a different reaction to Fire Lord than Betty had to Ice King.

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occasional-pyrrhon · 5 months

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I need to know your most unhinged headcanons about Pyrrhon. Idk if you already have a post like this, but I need to know.

YAY YAY YAY OK. OK EVERY THING I'VE EVER THOUGHT ABOUT HTIS GUY LET'S GO. MILLION PAGE LONG POST UNDER THE CUT

OK so what is this thang in the first place right. I think he's an alien. HEAR ME OUT GUYS HEAR ME OUT. So space seems really weird and vaguely eldritch in the worldbuilding right, the Kraken and the Pirates' appearances being robotic along with the Aurum, who apparently just Happened one day. I think he also Happened one day and just crashed landed onto earth meteor style, either coming from the sun itself or being the Aurum's flawed attempt at mimicking a god that got too out of control and developed free will. I mean he has bright green eyes and looks nothing like the other gods. Even HADES wears CLOTHES man. Fitting with space being mostly outside the domain of the gods, this weird little mini sun man was able to claim the Sun God title because no one else was using it, which is why the gods themselves are torn on if he's one of them. He isn't immortal but he does age slower than normal, he's a fairly recent annoyance among all the divine discourse

Him and Arlon are brothers! Sorta. They met as kids without any apparent families and Pyrrhon theorizes that they're connected, which Arlon goes along with. So they kinda *become* brothers in a way with my headcanons? Ja. They start out being kinda frenemies who don't really get along and are just sticking with this theory to figure out their pasts but they end up truly having the brothers relationships and being at eachothers' backs. Everyone else is shocked to learn about this every single time since they're such opposites. Arlon lends stability and Pyrrhon lends freedom and encourages leniency towards the whole "loyalty" thing, which evidently means less to him. 😌

The other popular headcanon I like is that his flame aura is controlled by his emotions. He can make it flare up for dramatic effect or cool it down if he needs to, but it's typically involuntary. It's usually not harmful to people, though he can easily burn things if he isn't paying attention and he's always warm to the touch. If he's calm it simmers down. If he's really, truly upset or hopeless it goes out. If he's excited or angry it burns brighter. If it turns white hot and hurts to the touch, you should probably run. :)

He's trans. "How is he 7ft tall?" Divine HRT will do that to you. "Out of everyone in the cast who would be way more fitting-" I like him. "Wasn't there something in smash about the gods' physical forms-" I do what I want always all the time forever.

OKAY so it's tough sometimes with characters who are intended to be insane with no further context because on the one hand that can be kinda fucked but on the other hand OUHHHHH. crazy guy who loses control to the orb was such a weird adhd awakening for me but baby if it wasn't an awakening. SO putting aside that it's obviously exaggerated and he was probably just intended to be insane with no nuance, I headcanon him as autistic and adhd with probably an array of Other Shit going on that I'm not qualified to pin down without feeling like it may be insulting. my mental illness pilled folks give your takes below or don't if you're uncomfortable with attatching stuff to characters like this because that's very justified I just hyperfixate on and relate to the worst specimens possible o7 you would not believe how many ocs I have that are just "let's do this bitch again and deconstruct all the dehumanization these guys always get while we're at it" follow my main artblog with my ocs plug plug plug plug

I think he would hate Hades as the apex of the irresponsibility and evil of the gods. HOWEVER Pyrrhon x Hades is just inherently super funny to me so its tough I kinda need to reconsile them. MY HEADCANON is that they dated for a bit when Pyrrhon didn't have a vendetta against the gods yet and was going after cred then when Palutena and Medusa yuri-divorced Hades felt the urge to one-up Medusa in some way so he ended things with Pyrrhon by saying he's homophobic. This in turn put Pyrrhon on a brief stint of homophobia that he thankfully recovered from when he started to listen to Limp Bizkit (unironically in every way of course) and decided that Fred Durst is the most beautiful man on the planet. Or will be. Kid Icarus ancient Greece with Nintendo you know how it is.

I'm growling and pacing ominously with a shadow over my eyes all the time over his underdeveloped motivations BUT from what we're given of his respect for Pit and his vendetta against the gods along with the heroic act I feel like he's kinda with Dark Pit on the idea of the gods constantly throwing everything off balance BUT the critical difference that turns him into a villain is that he thinks that if a true hero like HIM were the most powerful god he could fix all of this! See see HIS indulgence in the violence and warring is justified he doesn't WANNA incinerate the angel but it's just for the greater good. Fool tried to end the cycle of violence by becoming part of it!!!!!!! Everyone point and laugh!!!!!!!!

He's smart but he's also a dumbass but he can actually be a genius under the right circumstances but he's so so stupid. Right. He would put together a computer on his own from nothing but Vibes then think YouTube is a platform exclusively for fnaf letsplays because its the first thing he clicked on and he doesn't know how to search. He can determine his location by looking at the stars he also got lost in the department store yesterday. He can tell you about the Aurum for two hours he doesn't remember what he ate for lunch yesterday so he answers with som shit like the essence of heroism in the sandwich of destiny. He's so me he's all of us in a way .

He has mild psychic powers and he is NOT good at them 💔 he taught himself short range telepathy hence why he only really talks to the others in person until he gets his power up. He also tried to learn how to give visions and prophecies recieved upon touching his gem but it kinda just traps you in his adhd mindzone where he tries to keep up the illusion with cardboard cutouts on sticks.

Okay post canon time! Horray!!!!! The shorter more hyperspecific headcanons are after this. Tw for trauma and parallels to abuse until this section is done we're in projecting lane now.

A lot of details of what happens to him post-Aurum vary depending on what I'm drawing/writing at the moment like if he gets out on his own or has to be rescued after the war with Hades resolves, but generally he's trapped with them for a while with wavering control over himself. He develops an intense phobia of space and the Aurum afterwards despite them once being his biggest interests (<- PROJECTING.) His sense of personhood is very disrupted - he wasn't just controlled, he was assimilated and became one in the same with them with only shards of him holding on and resisting. He goes between never wanting to encounter them again to being nothing but a vessel who *must* return to them again no matter what it does to him, and he doesn't remember how to be a person without them controlling him. He completely stops believing he's a god in any way. He often zones out with the instinct that something else will be at the wheel until someone snaps at him and he's like huh wuzzat. Then probably plays it off as being inconsiderate since what people expect of him is easier than the truth.

He has the belief that the Aurum are attempting to take him again, even if they end up destroyed they're too powerful to him now to end that easily. They're *all* and they're *everywhere*. Since a lot of ptsd symptoms can feel like losing control it compounds quickly.

He has a habit of covering his mouth when he's upset. The feeling of those words and that smile stick with him.

I also think he'd have pretty messed up misconceptions towards "redeeming himself". With his broken identity he clings onto the idea of being fearless and acting the same way he used to, otherwise they "won". He would do stuff like accompanying Pit on a space mission and acting like it's no sweat while intermittently sneaking off to hide the breakdown. Why should he be afraid? It was *his* fault after all, and if he can't stop himself from being hurt it's just going to be *his* problem.

He starts wearing clothes to hide the scars he recieved on his chest, back, and limbs. He wants to look like NOTHING has changed, as much as possible. He starts returning to his old Nothingcore fit the more he heals from the events, because he doesn't like the feeling of clothes in the first place. he wears fingerless gloves and leg warmers because he can't stand the alternatives to either.

He also has a cane that's supposed to look enough like a staff to pass as one. His legs have been Pixels for the past couple years ok. Either way he's insecure about it and mostly uses it private, once again passing off his troubles in the department as his typical cringefail self don't worry about it 😁 👍

There's some mechanical alterations inside of him and like. I don't know how to explain my vision here except imagine the junji ito stuff turning into spirals story but with math and geometry and such. You can plug a bluetooth chip into his back scar and he's a literal wifi hotspot now. The quadratic formula is hidden somewhere in his femur as a fun easter egg. A lot of the changes are good for an impromptu living weapon but not for that weapon having an easy time afterwards, but it takes a while for him to reach out for help there, not just because of all previously mentioned but because he *hates* the idea of something going in and making "edits" to him again.

There's some more literal lingering effects from the Aurum - he can understand Morse code and binary and is compelled to read it out and translate it whenever he sees it, and sometimes those are the forms of communication that remain when the others go down, along with general detached computer speak. He *really* doesn't like others seeing this -- I like the idea of Arlon or Palutena teaching him signing to use in moments like this.

He is so touch starved my god. He probably wasn't getting much affection pre-canon in the first place but after being in space for 3+ years in a place where anything organic for miles is destroyed on sight, his body not being his own, and then going on to hide it all? Someone lays a hand on his shoulder and he just *melts*. He already feels like the affectionate back-breaking bear hug type in my mind so it's just. Auougghhhhhhhhhh. Yeah.

Okay back to the less intense headcanons. All the main ones were at the top these are just little ideas or like stupid stuff.

NO ONE IS HANDING HIM THE AUX CORD. EVER. His top artist on Spotify is Smosh. He listens to Lil Dicky and Your Favorite Martian. When it's a date and he needs to put on the more acceptable by society stuff he puts on ABBA and the Niel Ciceriga mashup albums. The ladder is most of his exposure to the wider music world he was BAFFLED when he found out hendrix wasn't actually singing about furries. I also think it would be really fucking funny if his main playlist with 2010 YouTuber Core has like Kid A interspersed in there. Thom York and the party rock guys are on the exact same artistic pedestal to him (you can decide if he's a real one for that)

He would NOT BE A MYSOGINIST. NO ONE GETS MY GUY. He's the most cringefail feminist on earth he was at the women's march tripping over the asphalt and face planting 30 times and when it was over they had to pick him up with a dustpan. HER PRONOUNS ARE THEY/THEM !!!

He figured all the fnaf lore out on his own but none of the gods gave a shit so he used the peak of his power to bestow maddening visions upon Markiplier's 20th removed great Greek ancestor. Hades did the same thing to MatPat's 20th removed great Greek ancestor just to muddy the waters and spite his ex

His favorite animals are snakes, cats, and dragons. When the others find out about him Going Through It post canon, Viridi begrudgingly makes immortal replicas of a snake and cat as gifts to him for emotional support

He would use his divine resilience to go out and hug poisonous creatures and beasts because he can

He would get so upset by like made up cartoon insults like in worlds where everyone's a dragon and they call eachother a pink-tailed coward and that kind of stuff right. If he got teleported into the geronimo stilton book universe and another mouse called him a chedderface he would have to be HOSPITALIZED.

He doesn't curse a lot and only does it under very specific circumstances that tick him off like if you called spongebob annoying he would curse you out

Talks to himself alone in rooms constantly. Has ytp verbal stims.

Has a thumbtack and string board not for like anything in specific its kinda just his replacement for a journal but for a guy who tries to find the connection between the weird waiter he met at girls' night to the Aliens

I have a genre of guys I call Stray Dog Youth who are just people I think would evoke a heroic pity response from him and the urge to take them under his wing and raise them into defenders of justice. Pit. Chicken Little. Fluttershy. Shadow the Hedgehog. Timmy Turner. Gohan. Malcom in the middle maybe I never watched it. But do you see my vision here. He respects this genre of person more than any god ever

STIM LORE 🔥 fist bumps, flying around in circles, saying him catchphrases and doing him poses, playing with fire in his hands and swirling it around. He's a hup and huh and woop and oops and wup kind of guy. Sometimes he yells CHOCOLATE STARFISH!!! to himself in fred durst impression.

He polishes his forehead gem a lot to be as striking and shiny as possible

His hair starts to turn ashy at the tips and hang down when it grows longer

He respects human life more than the average god. Protecting the earth is his ultimate goal but he'll justify many questionable sacrifices to achieve that

Panromantic Asexual 💪 he does not care about flirting or sex there are horrors to quell citizen. I mean even if he wanted to he couldn't so.

Oh yeah he uses citizens generally when talking about humanity and such, but citizen turns into a nickname for Pit in particular as a sign of respect.

He gives Pit exposure therapy training after returning to earth and learning about his pyrophobia. He also has talks with Palutena, one of the first gods he develops some respect towards and one of the first people to accept him back in, since they relate to eachother over the Chaos Kin incident.

He doesn't have a real temple and he's mostly a drifter, but he did set up shop at an abandoned human temple in the middle of nowhere. WORST crib imaginable. courage the cowardly dog style PC setup. Light up gaming in progress sign. Q-bert funko pop displayed like a treasured collectable.

He would be OBSESSED with old low budget sci-fi movies and similar genres of b-movies. He thinks The Amazing Bulk is the best movie ever made ever

He would be really good at games where the rules are just entirely decided by vibes and such he can understand them thoroughly. That one video of the guys using toy phones and xylophones like a card game with gamer rage mannerisms. Calvinball. Etc.

He can go a while without sleep. When he needs to he lays back in the sky and sleeps among the stars. This has led to many flock of owls attacks followed by meteor crash landing into a god's back lawn.

THAT'S ALL I CAN THINK OF FOR NOW but yeah those are the big ones 💞 thank you for opening the gates for me to be insanecrazy about my specialist guy on the planet 😁

#pyrrhon #kid icarus #kid icarus uprising #kiu #headcanons #not art #guywritings

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hullomoon's 2023 works: part two

it’s the end of the year, which means it’s time for a work round-up! i had a pretty busy year so i didn't post as much, but i also know i did more longer works. so it probably balances out in the end. if you haven’t yet, check out my 2019 roundup, 2020 roundup, 2021 roundup, and 2022 roundup! all works are ordered in chronological posting order.

it might not be okay (but a hug can help) | Stranger Things | The Byers & Eleven | 1.3k

The first day of school is rough for the Byers

[podfic] you're the reason i'm hanging on | Stranger Things | Robin/Nancy, Robin & Steve | 01:55:25

Max picks at the hem of her sleeve. “Did you see the clock?” It occurs to her, distantly, that Max is seeking comfort as much as she’s offering it. Robin feels something stir in her chest, and she thinks she should say something. Do something. She thinks she would normally know what. Now, she just doesn’t. or, the obligatory Robin gets Vecna'd fic

[podfic] Erre Con Erre | Pokemon | Emmet & Ingo | 01:31

Los gemelos están cansados y recuerdan una rima de su infancia.

[podfic] and they'll never tear us apart | Check, Please! | Jack/Bitty | 0:43:56

Bitty's got a secret long distance boyfriend. It affects the Haus-mates, frogs, and said long-distance-(Canadian-hockey-robot)-boyfriend in different ways.

we're a team | Stranger Things | Steve & Robin | 463

The Fourth of July is right around the corner and trauma has a way of rearing its ugly head

[podfic] come lie with me and let silence treat us kindly | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 0:24:00

Eddie learns that sometimes Steve will just lie down on the floor and simply exist while the world around him continues. The Party know that, call it "floor time", and generally leave him be until Steve is ready to be back. Eddie doesn't mind, because it offers him even more opportunities to just look at him. To watch him. That is, until Eddie himself is in dire need of just lying down and letting the floor work its apparent magic. It's a good thing, he finds, that Steve understands him without as many words and is very ready to just take care of him. Eddie might be a little bit in love, actually. Or: In which they lie on the floor and take care of each other, falling in love somewhere along the way between music and silence.

you've got a friend | Stranger Things | Steve & Robin | 1.1k

It takes a while for Robin and Steve to realize they've developed a fear of needles

[podfic] pinkie swear | Stranger Things | Steve & Robin | 09:48

Traffic is miserable. Robin passes out during the first traffic jam. Steve puts on Tears for Fears last album and hopes she doesn’t wake up and give him shit. Doesn’t think about the “Break for Emergency” Spotify playlist they all share. Or his yearly plans to get the hell out of Chicago for the Fourth of July. Completely ignores the mess that is late October through November. He weaves through traffic —Robin doesn’t even move when he’s cut off and he lays on his horn. or, forty years of steve & robin’s friendship

[podfic] coming home to you | Schitt's Creek | Stevie & David | 0:11:49

There’s a room in the cottage that’s always ready for her, whenever she needs it. It’s not a guest room. David and Patrick were very clear on that. The third bedroom is the guest room. But this, this is her room. There’s Rose Apothecary products in the bathroom, even though she’d still use the drugstore brand if left to her own devices. There’s the old, battered quilt on the foot of the bed that David said didn’t go with the decor, but left it there for her anyway because he knew how much she loved it. There’s even a Sarah McLachan poster on the wall. There’s a room in the cottage that’s always ready for her, and that’s why she’s definitely not crying on this airplane.

it's hot when you're going through hell | Stranger Things | Chrissy/Nancy | Explicit | 2.2k

Every college-aged woman in Hawkins knows: if you have a problem with an ex, you went to Nancy Wheeler

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I had a crazy ass dream that at some point had the turtles in it. But they were sentient entertainment robots that were left in a room somewhere in a building that they most likely shouldn't have been in (it was a huge multistory garden with a stream cutting right through the middle. The room they were in had access to the water.)

I think we (I say we cuz there was like 4 of us. I cannot remember exactly who they were) had a Donnie robot for a good part of the dream (or at least it was retconed that way) so when we stumbled on a Leo and multiple (4 I think) Raph's, we were hyped. We couldn't seem to get any of the Raph's turned on, but we got Leo to turn on which was very exciting.

Later I went back to try the Raph's again, and I managed to get one to work! Very exciting stuff.

Bad news: There was no Mikey.

I could just keep going and going on about how these group that we apparently had a run in with before came after us trying to take the working robots and how we absolutely destroyed them with the help of living toys, toy story style, and we had the leader on the ground and we're interigating him about where Mikey was and he said he's already in Germany?? And I was like "you're lying, there were multiple Raph's there have to be multiple Mikey's" but I didn't get a response to that, the asshole.

It was shortly after that that I woke up jjsjfj

All this to say that.. I guess I have more au designs to make HDJJDJD

#blah blah blah #dream spilling #i HAVE to draw the robot turtles #they were very cool and funky #i just hope i can remember them well enough and do them justice

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LOVELACE IS HERE...

...BUT IS SHE AN EVIL CLONE ROBOT?

Also Blessie is now one of my favorite characters 🌱💕

(or my reaction to WOLF359 Episodes 21-22, mini episode 2, and Episodes 23-24, and mini episode 3).

Gonna keep my intro for this one short and just dive right into it.

Tagging the mutuals who got me invested in this, and if you want to be tagged or untagged from these posts, lmk, or you can follow my blog or simply follow the tag "#bods wolf359 reactions". Anyone who has followed me for a while knows my updates are inconsistent, so I apologize in advance for that. And for any spelling/grammar mistakes in my posts.

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Episode 21: Minkowski Commanding

Okay. Have I done enough to earn a break? No. Have I done a lot and am complete burnt out? Yeah. So let's do this. I have had a LOT of mutual hype around this episode, so I'm ready to be dazzled.

I'm also eating and work while I listen, so sorry if my notes get short (I say knowing full well I'm gonna get distracted and type insane amounts of notes).

MINKOWSKI? I think this is the first episode she'd done the "welcome to Wolf359" thing. Or maybe I'm just unobservant (I also will often accidently skip the welcome phrase because I press the 30sec ahead button to skip commercials).

Enemy? Being watched? Oh... is this about Blessie isn't it 😂

I love this. We still don't know where Blessie came from and what he wants. Why not take him back to Cutter? Since he apparently loves aliens so much, maybe you can feed him to Blessie. In the meantime I supposed Hilbert will do as a mid-flight snack.

"It took a screwdriver" / "how do we know that's all it wants?"

Uh...

Hm. Interesting. Marks in the vents. I wonder if they are Blessie's.

Oh my this is intense. PFFT- "Slimy thief" 😂

Also maybe it's just me, but unless you have a clear shot and the situation calls for it, it seems to be a pretty stupid idea to be firing a gun off in space.

EXACTLY. Come on Minkowski, you're the smart one most of the time. But I suppose we all have our days.

A net?😂😂😂 This is fantastic.

Maybe they can stop Cutter with some home alone style traps.

"I need to make more acid" oh my goodness-

"The acid may have been a mistake. Turns out it developed an immunity to it. And possibly, an affinity." I'm sorry, WHAT. Hilbert. How. How did you do this.

RETRACTABLE SPIKES IT CAN SHOOT?

And yes, plants need light. But Minkowski, please don't. Please please please don't.

THANK YOU DOUG.

"We admire and support you and we want you to catch the plant monster- this is an intervention" 😂

PLEASE. Doug's imitation of Hilbert's voice and knowing they are the same actor...absolute talent. "You sound nothing like him" (winks at the audience).

Yeah I agree Doug. It is strange for you to be the sensible one in the situation. And again, this feels like you're trying to solve the problem you can rather than the problem that's the most immediate issue. Like getting back to Earth as fast as you can and putting a bullet in Cutter's head.

Wow. That was um harsh. Poor Hera. Oh no.

"Just remember that we're here okay." Aw.

Hour three in the black? This is a dangerous game. I don't like that sound. Florescent moss? Territory marker? Don't like where this is going.

Hilbert: "Ah. Specimen 34. Fascinating hybrid" "I don't care how you made it."

DON'T CARE? I DO. HILBERT: WHAT IS IT A HYBRID OF?

Please tell me it's not a hybrid of plants and a person on the ship.

Please tell me you would not be that stupid.

Can it bred? Is it predatory? "Based on history of parent species" WHO ARE THE PARENTS HILBERT.

Both are possible? Don't like that.

And Hilbert. Why would you make this plant, and why would you make the spiders? Why did you want them to grow this big? What is the goal of this?

Well looks like we'll find out.

Oh dear.

The tentacle is dead?

Minkowski. What about the rest of the plant?

OH DEAR.

Final day? Eliminated tentacles, spikes, and leaves? This needs to end.

HARPOON?

You might be closer to going home if you just...went home. Is Cutter gonna blow you out of the sky? There has to be a way to shut off the ship's tracker or fake your own death.

Found it? Lair? Minkowski almost sounds impressed.

Oh. It built itself a little lamp. A nightlight.🥺 Percival B. Eternal just wants to feel the sun. He must be pretty light deprived up in deep space.🥺

DOESN'T MATTER? MINKOWSKI. STOP.

Minkowski please hesitate. Eiffel is stuck in another trap? Ominous ticking sound? Thank goodness, go save Eiffel.

Oh the plant DOES understand. Huh. Seems like they have an understanding.

But. What was the plant made from?

Sedatives in the tea 😂

Reached an understanding? That's true. It DID have opportunities to kill you. But it no longer wants you dead. Which is interesting, because it did before. And that makes me think that it might want Hilbert dead. Because it took over Hilbert's mind and said to Eiffel "you are no better than the oppressor" so perhaps it blames Hilbert for it's creation.

"It wants what we want. To survive. To make it somewhere. To not be in the dark."

That's beautiful and yeah, Blessie can't thrive in space, plants need light.

Spacecraft? Hopefully rescue. But given that it's season 2, I have doubt. One lifeform.

Who is that? ISABEL LOVELACE? SHE'S ALIVE?

(I say as if I didn't see her name pop up 50x before I blocked the tags...still an interesting way for her to return).

Hilbert you lying liar. Tsk-tsk. Looks like she didn't incinerate. But...she couldn't survive in a pod for a year and a half. So...how?

Is this really Isabel Lovelace?

Is she from the past? The future? Is she a clone or science experiment made by Cutter and Hilbert to trick everyone? Is she the real empty man?

Oh and for the record, I've gotten messages from people asking why I keep talking about the empty man. I assumed that that was a real invisible creature that snuck aboard based on what Hera and Hilbert were saying about it in the alone episode (Hera mentions an invisible unseen presence she won't tell them about, and Hilbert hears a knock on his door and asks "why are you here? You weren't here on the other missions?"), but apparently I've been played like a fiddle. Would for sure fail that psych eval, but it's not even an ethical or standardized evaluation in the first place, so I don't feel bad at all about that.

Also, side note, you know what gets me the most about so many fictional (and unfortunately some irl) "men of great science" who do super bad and unethical things all in the name of their great work? Well, besides all the unethical stuff? It's that most of the time, their "genius experiments" aren't even good science. They're just doing random stuff in the hopes that something will work itself out, usually without any attempt at a control group, sometimes they don't even take their own safety into account, other times they don't even know enough about what they're doing to come to any sensible conclusion or account for unintended consequences. "Oh sacrifices must be made for the greater good, oh genius men like me don't need to abide by ethics" okay well can you at least abide by common sense or is that too genius for you? The point is I don't really care how smart you are, pride cancels out intellect, and at this rate Hilbert and Cutter are gonna get themselves and everyone else killed. I don't think Cutter is even a scientist. He calls himself "Mr. Cutter" (not doctor) and talks about money like he's a business man villain trusting Hilbert to do the science, which, bad move buddy. Bad move.

Episode 22: Mutually Assured Destruction

Don't like the sound of the title.

Oh boy. Two commanders lead to conflict. We're gonna need to establish some ground rules.

Blue ship and red ship collided? Oh Minkowski knows the codes.

"What is the point of an empty gun?" To threaten Eiffel.

Wait..."How did you bring me back here?"

They...they didn't Lovelace.

So who did?

Right, play her the messages from herself.

Vessel to return to earth? Yeah, it does seem impossible. Oh...interesting. An astrophysics figures out how to get back to earth. Then said astrophysicist disappears. What a crazy coincidence.

Oh. THAT'S why they don't have an astrophysicist this time. They want to make sure they don't get that close to getting back this time.

"12 hours later she vanished" ...did she open some kind of gateway, or did command vaporize her?

Ah yes, Dr. Selburg. Yeah he does get sloppy. It seems one of his assignments was to not let them return to earth. But there's a grey door that he opens which apparently allows him to come back each time. Interesting.

Incapacitated him? How? And...how did Hilbert survive?

So...Lovelace was in cryo-sleep and went back to the Hephaestus?

Well...I have a theory: Command sent you back and compromised you so that you would take Hilbert's place as their inside man. Or woman. But it sounds like she's a bit more in the dark about what happened than he is.

Rhea.🥺Aw. A moment of silence for the fallen AI.

Oh yeah. Show her Hilbert.

Yes: "What happened to Captain Lovelace?" Get him commander. Get him!

Oh Hilbert. I hope for your sake this isn't a boy who cried wolf situation.

Oh wow the voice acting of Hilbert choking...true talent.

"They said..." hm. Now that's interested.

"They would never" Hilbert man you are drinking the Kool-Aid, command is using you. You are not indispensable.

Lovelace seems pretty eager for violence.

Interesting...Hilbert terrified of something. We didn't see that with anyone or anything else. Clone or robot replica? Good idea Doug.

I also wonder: was Hilbert always afraid of Lovelace? Or is he only afraid of her now that she's back?

"Is everything a joke to you" at this point, I think it has to be. How else do you survive this?

No long on Lovelace's ship? The computer not turned on before this morning? Then...where has it come from? It's highly unlikely that she would survive in space for three years. But Doug has a point. If these are lies, she should have a better one.

Hera...why are you unsure of whether you can help with the ship? It's hard to tell when she's hesitating due to code interference, having hesitation because the plan is bad, and hesitating because she doubts herself.

Oh yeah...this is awkward. It's like if you discovered another family living in your house and you started touching their stuff (because it's yours).

Oh the music! 📻🎶🎶🎶

Yeah...is there a pattern to the music? Why DO they send that?

Um. Yeah. You might want to drop the plant monster bomb slowly...

Interesting. Hera seems to REALLY not like this new ship. But...why? Again, it's hard to tell when she's nervous, leading them astray, or has a legit concern.

She...she wouldn't be able to go with them. 🥺 Oh. Yeah. They do have families, at least Minkowski does. So...I guess they'd need to go home. But then poor Hera would be all alone. But if they make it back, they could send a rescue party back for her! And she could turn herself off until then or use autopilot.

Ah yes. The empty man. Who apparently isn't real, unless the messages were a code for something.

Uh. Minkowski. What are you doing?

"Nobody's getting left behind" but what about Hilbert? I think he can stay in space for a while. He's been on a lot of missions, so he seems to like it here.

Lovelace. Why were you eavesdropping? Oh wow, interesting gun trap! And "I invented being paranoid" is a very unhinged thing to say.

And explosive device? Lovelace what is going on?

Doug. Doug stop them please. Stop them. What. BOMB. YOU'LL ALL DIE. DON'T DO COMMANDS WORK FOR THEM.

BLOW UP THE STATION! BUT WHAT ABOUT HERA! LOVELACE NO! WHAT ABOUT HERA? WE LEAVE NO ONE BEHIND (well except for Hilbert, he can get blown to bits I don't care)!

Yikes what a thrilling conclusion. And now a mini episode? Seems like a odd time for one. Last time Doug read letters to some third graders, is he just gonna...pause in the middle of this epic standoff to give his thoughts on his favorite movies? I guess we'll find out.

Mini Episode 2: Day One

Interesting this says from "Goddard Futuristics Archives". So they are saving all their messages. Incredibly creepy. Oh this is Doug's first log. Yeah...that's why the logs go to command. Sure.

Yep. It is spooky. Wonder what is making those creaking noises?

Oh poor Doug. Hephaestus is a difficult word, but I would have hoped you'd have heard it enough times by now.

Huh. "Weirdly big for just three people"

...yeah. Almost as if it was made for more people but they decided they didn't want an astrophysicist this time.

"The crew seems nice". 😐

Yeah you DO want to get along with Minkowski. Trust me.

"Dr. Hilbert. Seems friendly enough. Hard to understand what he's saying, but he seems nice enough. I haven't really seen him since we docked here. We've got plenty of time to get to know each other."

Hilarious considering it's the same voice actor, not to mention the irony.

"Creeped out by Hera" and now they are best friends. And Doug, Doug she can hear you. She hears everything.

Poor Hera.

Oh that's it? Huh. Interesting. I wonder if we'll get to hear any other cool logs...

Episode 23: No Pressure

Doug. I've enjoyed listening to you work together for the past episode (which I listened to while folding clothes, sorry for the lack of live reaction).

But Lovelace tried to help you! A fake emergency sounds like a scary idea. She's already on edge. And something tells me that this might lead to a REAL emergency.

Hera. Hera. What is this? This sounds like a very very very bad idea.

Plan B? Hopefully just talk to Lovelace nicely? I don't like this. They were getting along so well! The moth joke was nice!

I do not think this is gonna go well.

"Shut up" good for you Hera.

"This is gonna end well."

I don't think it will.

Episode 24: Tactical Brain Damage

I love the title. But I'm nervous.

Oh boy. Hera. "Communications officer who shall remain nameless" 😂😂😂

"We want her distracted not murderously enraged".

Then maybe this is a bad idea. Wait what? Hera what are your sensors picking up?

This isn't gonna end well is it?

I wonder if Lovelace is treating Hera like that because she reminds her of Rhea. Or however it's spelled.

Big red cable? What does that do?

Yeah. Maybe this isn't the best idea.

Oh. Eiffel is the alternative. Well then.

"Permission to speak freely sir" maybe it's just me, but it's odd that Eiffel calls them sir instead of ma'am. Is that a thing in the military or does Doug just not know the feminine version of the word and no one has bothered to correct him.

"What does Hera know" A lot. Yeah Lovelace. You need to show Hera some respect. She's really nice.

"Well educated guess". I do not like this. I do not like this at all.

Um...HERA? HERA.

Uh oh. Oh no. Don't like that alarm. That's a pretty bad alert.

Um..."I just went some where didn't I?" ...WHERE DID SHE GO? Oh dear? Corrupted code?

"Do you think she'll notice" 😂

I love that despite nearly dying every single episode, they keep their humor. I hope they survive this, but I doubt it.

I hope they at least get a half decent ending and drag Hilbert and Cutter down with them.

"What are the other two doing?"

Oh no. Lovelace is gonna snap.

"You're wrong" "I'm not. But that's okay. Because you still have time. Because my way is the only way."

...Lovelace. Lovelace please be reasonable. Don't forget who the real enemy is. And Doug. You might want to work on your trickery skills.

"Ow" "...is this hurting you?" Oh dear. Poor Hera.

"Would it hurt you?" "Is there a risk of permanent damage?" "Yes."

It's not worth it. It's not worth it. Poor Hera. Good job Minkowski, take care of the crew.

"I know you won't let anything happen to me". Oh okay. It's okay. I didn't need my heart.

And Hera is okay!

haha...yeah Eiffel's plan didn't exactly work out. Please don't antagonize Lovelace.

No. NOT HILBERT. DO NOT GO TO HIM FOR HELP EVEN WHEN HE TRIES TO HELP HE HAS BEEN NOTHING BUT VERY UNHELPFUL.

Mini Episode 3: Variations on a Theme

"The more things change, the more they stay the same".

This would be very scary. They are all gonna need intensive psychotherapy after this.

"Rhea checked in with me, that was then this is now. Hera's polite, her programming forces her to be, but I hear what she's really saying..."

😂The impressions. It's also sad that she misses Rhea.

Breaking bones, tossing her out an airlock, and leaving her to die??? Lovelace, Hera might be cold to you, but the feeling seems mutual, and she doesn't want you to die. The only person she's tried to kill is Hilbert, and if they stopped her from doing that, what makes you think that she'd try to kill you? That sounds wayyyy more like something Cutter would suggest. Where has he been anyway?

"More or less angry if she knew the truth?"

IF HERA KNEW THE TRUTH ABOUT WHAT? Does something terrible happen to the AI units? Is she a copy of someone's brain or personality from a previous mission that Lovelace hates?

Normalize explaining things instead of all this ominous foreshadowing. And I know, okay, I know, when I write my own stuff, that's all I ever do. Call me a hypocrite if you want.

This is very creepy. She's lived through this so much and in space there's not much sense of time.

Oh right. Lambert was the communications officer right? Hilbert must have given him the virus too.

But um...didn't he die a horrible painful death?

"But does he know how it ends, what happens when he gets-"

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN HE GETS WHAT? WHAT DOES THE VIRUS DO?

Any more ominous hints you'd like to drop Lovelace? I get the feeling you have quite a few.

Hera, Rhea. Yeah they are anagrams. I got the spelling right! It's also an anagram for "hear" which makes the "I always hear you" line more powerful.

"Everything...except him. He never goes away. He never changes."

...Hilbert or Cutter?

Oh Dr. Hilbert. Yeah. I wonder why he never goes away. And I don't think either of them feel much of anything at all.

"Stay way from the ghosts."

Easier said than done.

"You can never go home. You were home. And now you're back. And you can never go back."

...DID she get back? Did they wipe her memory and send her back?

"No friends no trust no safety"

WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULD TELL THEM WHAT YOU KNOW.

In fact, I think they should all spill all their secrets. Out in the open. That way command has nothing on them.

But for some reason, I think it might be a while before that happens.

I think that's it for today guys, but I hope you enjoyed this. Thanks for reading!

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"𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙮" — 𝙇𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙮'𝙨 𝙏𝙬𝙞𝙣 𝙎𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙓 𝙕𝙤𝙧𝙤, 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙊𝙉𝙀

cw: oc!protagonist, unhinged protagonist, Luffy's twin sister, mentions of death, grief, mentions of imprisonment, violence, mentions of Garp beating his grandkids' asses up, Zoro being a literal caveman as always, mentions of scars and serious injuries

tropes: fwb, forbidden love, brother's best friend, commitment issues, abandonment issues, daddy issues, mommy issues, Franky and Robin being parent figures, trauma, grief

Spoiler alert: Dressrosa Arc

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Punk Hazard

"You can have another plate, everyone!" yelled Sanji, "C'mon, people — this food won't go to waste on my watch."

"I want more" whined Luffy, "I'm hungry, it's too good."

Sanji rolled his eyes and handed him another plate, trying to hide a smile. "You should let the children eat first."

"Huh?" said Luffy with a grin, burying his spoon in the soup, "They're not special, I don't care."

"You never change, do you?"

Zoro chuckled under his breath, as the Marine next to him opened a barrel of sake. "Oi, quick with that" he groaned, "Or I'll have to finish it too fast."

The Marine laughed. "Yeah, finish it." Then Zoro started drinking and he stopped laughing.

Meanwhile, Robin was cackling as the children attacked Franky, snickering nonsense about robots. Brook was chatting with Kinemon and Momo. Law was brooding in the distance as he talked to Smoker and Chopper and Nami were just done having a conversation about the kids with Tashigi.

"It's just right that way" she sighed, reaching the others, "She's a Marine and a woman — I trust her enough."

Usopp smiled. "Does she make you think about your mother?"

Nami was just about to answer when a woman about her age approached her. She was a Marine too and gave her a bright smile. For some reason, she looked familiar.

"Hi, sorry — I heard the conversation and I thought this was the right moment to talk to you" she giggled, "Can I speak to the Captain?"

Usopp raised an eyebrow. Everyone was approaching Luffy quite freely so he didn't really understand why she was asking. "Huh... Why, though?"

The Marine giggled again. "I'm a fan. So, can I? Later, before you leave."

Nami sighed, still weirded out. "I guess, we're already partying with you lot anyway. But can't you come now?"

She smiled. "No, he'd choke on his food."

Chopper tilted his head. "Huh?"

"See you later."

And she left without a word.

Nami exchanged looks with Usopp and he shook his head. "Thank heavens you trust women who are Marines, right?"

"Well, I guess every clique has a weirdo. Like us with you."

"You're a fucking witch, you know that?"

And Nami giggled, while they reached the others.

When the kids had already gotten on board and the Marines were about to leave, Nami looked around. "A Marine wanted to talk to you" she told Luffy with a shrug, "Apparently she changed her mind."

Luffy cackled. "Nevermind. She must've forgotten."

Then he heard a voice, coming from above the Sunny, as if someone was facing down to look at him. "I don't know, have I?"

Luffy immediately turned around. And, when his eyes met her face, it took a moment before his heart dropped to his feet. That face... He hadn't seen that face in years and yet it couldn't have been anyone else. So, shaking from head to toe, he managed to choke out her name.

"Lu... L-Lucy?"

TWELVE YEARS EARLIER

"You'll meet another boy" said Garp as they all walked through the forest, "His name is Ace and he is three years older than you two."

"Where are you going?" the little girl accused him, a pout already forming on her face, "Why do we need to stay here?*

"I'm a Marine, I got work to do."

"Boring," huffed Luffy.

"Yeah" she repeated, sticking her tongue out, "Boring."

"Oi, brats!" yelled Garp, the vein on his forehead ready to pop, "You will become Marines as well, do you understand?"

"Nah" they said in unison, "We're gonna be pirat —."

And, before they even finished the sentence, they were both rewarded with two of Garp's famous love-punches, right on top of their heads.

"Behave, you two! A woman is going to take care of you." As those words left his mouth, he pointed at a hut.

When he knocked on the door, said woman opened it and stared at Garp in shock. His presence was bad news already. Then, she saw the two little kids and repeatedly shook her head. "Two more?" she yelled, her voice shaking.

"Do I need to remind you that I could arrest you?" he threatened even as he smiled. Then, he turned to his grandchildren. "This is Dadan, she is the woman who will take care of you."

"That little brat Ace is already enough!"

"Dadan" Garp continued, ignoring her complaints, "This is Luffy and this is Lucy, they're my grandkids."

"No."

"They're twins, it's like having only one of them."

"What do I care if they're twins?" screamed Dadan, "I refuse!"

In the end, Dadan had to wrap her mind around it. The twins were hell but, at some point, she had to get used to it. Ace was another story. It took months before he started to be nice to them and, when he did, it was after the twins had to go through hell for him and Sabo — so he kinda felt like he had to. And Dadan had gained another kid.

PRESENT

"Lucy?" repeated Usopp.

"You know this Marine?" asked Nami, as Luffy tried to stammer out his words.

"She's..." he babbled, as tears pooled in his eyes and a shaky smile appeared on his face, "She's my twin sister!"

The crew fell into silence for a second before they all screamed in unison. "Your what?!"

Lucy threw herself off the Sunny right into Luffy's arms, as they both sobbed and laughed at the same time, tears of joy flooding their faces. He surrounded her waist with his arms multiple times, screaming incomprehensible words and gaining a load of equally incoherent ones in return.

"Twins," declared Robin, quite convinced.

"How come you never tell us about your siblings?" yelled Zoro.

"And this one is a Marine, too," said Usopp as he shook his head.

"How is she so beautiful and his twin at the same time?" mumbled Sanji.

"Now I see why she looked so familiar," said Nami, still stunned.

"I see the resemblance, too!" agreed Chopper.

Brook laughed quite nervously. At the same time, he was endeared in seeing such a sweet reunion. "Yohoho! It's quite ironic that she's a Marine, though. And a seemingly high rank, too. Look at the coat."

"Great. Fucking great," seethed Law.

"Right?" snarled a chained up Caesar, gaining a glare in return.

Zoro narrowed his eyes and held his tongue. Judging from her uniform, she was probably a Captain or a Lieutenant-Commander. He couldn't wrap his head around how the hell Luffy's twin was a goddamn Marine. He decided to keep quiet until they were done crying like children and to just watch them.

Luffy broke the hug and cupped his sister's face, studying every single detail of it. "I haven't seen you in six years" he sobbed, as he sniffled to keep himself from covering his face in snot, "I thought something happened to you!"

"I'm sorry" she stuttered, her voice breaking with anger and sadness, "I tried to get to you and Ace in Marineford! I tried, I — that traitor locked me up in a Seastone cage and I couldn't —."

Before she could finish, Luffy covered her mouth and hugged her again. "Don't be sorry" he whispered, "I'm sorry I couldn't save him, I... I'm sorry."

Lucy bit his hand — which left Luffy somewhat shocked but not really surprised — and grabbed his cheeks, staring into his eyes, which perfectly mirrored hers. They had the same exact eyes. "You know what, stop. We shouldn't blame ourselves. Ace wouldn't have wanted that."

Luffy attempted to smile and he melted again in her hug. She held him tighter than he thought she would be able to and smiled wider, in silence. She was strong.

"I've kept track of you" she murmured and Luffy felt the smile in her voice, "I'm so proud of you — now I'm here to keep my promise."

Zoro tilted his head as Luffy let out an excited giggle on her shoulder.

"Promise?" he thought. He couldn't know, of course, about that promise she had made six years before.

He couldn't know about Garp's insistence on making them Marines. He couldn't know about Lucy's decision to just oblige and go with him. But, especially, he couldn't know about what she had told her brothers before she left.

"I'll go with grandpa" she had announced, "I'll go and I'll become a Marine."

"What?" Ace and Luffy had screamed in unison.

"Are you fucking mental?" Ace had yelled, "You're thirteen, you're not going anywhere."

"You're supposed to become a pirate! That's your dream, what are you even talking about?!" Luffy argued, possessively grabbing on her hand. He didn't really want to separate from her.

"Just listen!" she protested, slamming her hand on the handmade table, "I have a plan."

Ace clenched his fist and kept arguing. "I'm your older brother and I say —."

But Lucy didn't give him a chance to finish and stuffed a leaf she had found on the floor right into his mouth. "Oi!" she scowled, "Get your head out your protective asshole and listen!"

As Ace tried to spit out the leaf and all the mud that came with it, Lucy managed to explain.

"I'll go and I'll become a strong Marine. A lot of the strong ones get Devil Fruits, right?" she asserted, "I'll become very strong and then I'll escape and I'll become a pirate like you!"

Luffy was nervously quiet. Ace opened his mouth and closed it again.

"If you do that..." Ace had murmured, "If you do that and they catch you... they will execute you."

Lucy had laughed. Her laugh was pretty. Contagious. "Catch me?" she had ridiculed, "Catch me how?"

Luffy broke the hug again and brushed his fingers on a scar he didn't recognize, right in the middle of her forehead. He furrowed his eyebrows and she giggled, like she used to do when she was a child to keep Ace and Sabo from worrying. Now Luffy was old enough to understand and to worry about her as well.

"I have so many things to tell you," she said, ruffling his hair.

"Keep them for tonight" he decided, finally letting a grin form on his face, "We're giving you a welcome home party."

Then he helped her up and turned to his crew while snickering. "This is my twin sister, Lucy" he loudly announced, "Meet the new member of the crew."

While Robin, Chopper, Brooke and Franky greeted her quite dearly, the others were... uncertain.

"Isn't she a Marine?" questioned Zoro.

"Was" Lucy corrected him, "I was a Captain, to be precise."

"If you're not a Marine anymore, then why are you wearing the uniform?"

Lucy scoffed. "Ever heard of an undercover mission?" Then she turned to Luffy, a giggle erupting her lips. "Is this really your second in command?"

Zoro clenched his jaw and Luffy laughed as well.

"She's kidding," he told Zoro.

"Am not," she contradicted.

Luffy interrupted her by covering her mouth. "It was all part of a plan from when we were children. We'll explain tonight."

Lucy bit his hand again. "Just tell him now, he will relax."

"Stop biting me!" Luffy yelled, even as he cackled.

"When you stop covering my mouth, moron!"

"You're making everybody nervous!"

"Well, what can I say? I made an outstanding entrance."

Zoro snapped his fingers twice. "So? What plan?"

Luffy exchanged looks with his sister and giggled to himself. The thought of having her back made him insanely happy. So, he turned to his crew and explained everything.

After listening to the story, Zoro blinked a few times and barely relaxed his shoulders as the crew stood there, shocked. "That is a weird level of commitment," he observed.

Lucy shrugged. "I did what I had to. Does anyone have a change of clothes?"

"I do," said Nami. Considering Lucy was Luffy's twin, Nami was barely surprised so it was pretty easy to move on from the knowledge she had just acquired.

"Great" she smiled, "Thanks!" And, before they climbed back up on the Sunny, she gave the crew an apologetic smile. "Hope you don't mind that I left my stuff on the dock."

Franky shrugged. "No, sure —," he was saying. Then, he saw an enormous pile.

A huge backpack was laying open on the dock, drenched clothes spilling out of it. Next to it, weapons. Weapons of any kind. Metal bats, knives, brass knuckles, whips and two magnificent swords.

"So cool!" yelled Luffy, immediately running to look at the weapons.

"Oi, don't touch the swords!" she seethed.

Zoro blinked, as Lucy protectively grabbed the swords to fix them in her belt. He wanted to throw himself off the ship. "Are you a swordswoman?" he asked.

She proudly smiled at Zoro. "Yeah" she simply said, chuckling under her breath, "You know, my teacher knows yours."

Zoro lightly scoffed. "Fuck my life," he thought. He couldn't seem to escape swordswomen. "Well, I assume Mihawk knows an awful lot of Marines."

She raised an eyebrow. "Sweetheart, who ever talked about Marines?" he taunted him, as she took off her Justice coat.

Zoro gritted his teeth at the pet name. Sweetheart.

"Ever heard of Red-haired Shanks?"

Luffy immediately dropped his sister's metal bat, gaining an hiss from her. "What?! Shanks? Shanks taught you?"

Zoro's eyes widened. "You've been taught by an Emperor?!" The way he said that, it almost sounded like an accusation.

Usopp's knees seemed to have lost solidity. "What kind of siblings do you have?" he told Luffy.

"I told you I have a lot of stuff to explain," she laughed.

Meanwhile, Robin was giggling. "Luffy has such an interesting family," she said to herself.

Chopper was screaming about how cool it was along with Franky, while Brooke and Sanji were simply forcing themselves to look away as Lucy unbuttoned her shirt right in front of everyone. Nami noticed and laughed nervously, grabbing Lucy's hand to walk her to the girls' bedroom.

"Lucy, let me show you our room so you can change" she said, gesturing Luffy to take care of his sister's stuff.

Zoro watched her disappear into the room, her shirt hanging off her bare shoulder despite the cold weather, and glanced at Luffy, hinting at Sanji — which now had a nosebleed — with a movement of his head. "You need to tell your sister she can't take her clothes off in front of everyone."

Luffy shrugged. "She will probably tell me to fuck off, but I'll try."

Then they both grabbed Lucy's stuff. Luffy emptied her backpack and hung her clothes to dry, while Zoro took care of the weapons. He was silent throughout the whole process. He was bothered by the fact she was a swordswoman — he couldn't help it. He was also bothered by the chance that, given who her teacher was, she could've been better than him. He shook his head. Yes, she was taught by an Emperor but Mihawk was the best swordsman of the world. As he was deep in his thoughts, something in the pile of weapons caught his eye. Handcuffs. Seastone handcuffs. They seemed detachable, as if they could turn into bracelets.

Zoro clenched his jaw and jiggled the handcuffs over Luffy's face. "What the fuck is this?"

Luffy tilted his head and shrugged. "And what do I know?"

"Look, Luffy, you know I appreciate meeting your siblings but don't you think it's weird that she has spent her life being a Marine and now she's here with a pair of Seastone handcuffs?"

Luffy chuckled but Zoro could sense he was a bit upset. "Zoro, she's my sister... my twin sister" he said in a low tone, "You need to relax — if you care so much about the handcuffs, ask her."

Zoro sighed and left, just as Law approached Luffy, probably to discuss the new entry as well. Meanwhile, the Sunny had sailed and Sanji was frenetically cooking, so that last detail meant the Party was still happening.

The weather drastically changed and everyone abandoned the heavy clothing. Zoro was still holding the handcuffs and he sat on the dock, waiting. He decided he would've confronted her. He didn't trust her — why would he?

Brooke was preparing to play and Franky was setting up fireworks. Zoro sighed and shook his head. He got up, tired of waiting, and reached the girls' bedroom, ready to knock. Just as he was about to, he heard a voice behind him.

"Looking for someone, sweetheart?"

Zoro turned around, narrowing his eyes.

Lucy had changed into some of Nami's clothes. Her tanned skin was mostly exposed. She was wearing one of those useless short tops that Nami loved so much, with long sleeves but made of a fabric so see through that it was almost like wearing nothing. At least, the fabric wasn't white but of a light mint green colour. Other than that, she was wearing a cover up that looked sort of like a skirt but tied on her side.

But Zoro didn't even notice the clothes or the way they suited her body. He was too focused on the number of scars that covered her body. On her arms, her legs, her chest, her abdomen, her neck. Everywhere. He furrowed his eyebrows. Was that the treatment in the Marines or was all of that courtesy of the Emperor? Enemies, perhaps?

As she saw him stare in silence, she smirked. "Like what you see?"

He ignored the comment and stared into her eyes. Then, he held up the Seastone handcuffs. "Why do you have these?"

Zoro saw her relaxed face change slightly. Her expression barely hardened and yet it was that noticeable.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" she said slowly.

Zoro remained silent, waiting for an answer.

"Shanks used to put them on me during training — I'm a Rogia" explained Lucy after a while, her cold eyes not leaving Zoro's, "He used to say that if I didn't know how to win a battle by using my swords alone, without my powers, then I wasn't cut out to be a swordswoman." Then, her gaze turned venomous. "Happy?"

Zoro gazed down at her, almost displeased with the answer. It was a reasonable explanation and yet he felt nervous. He wasn't satisfied, for some reason. "That's how you hurt yourself this way?"

Lucy furrowed her eyebrows, almost startled by the question, and Zoro froze. He really didn't mean to ask that. He had no idea how that came out of his mouth — what did he care, after all?

"Yes," she answered, after a moment. Then she cleared her throat and raised her eyebrow in a playful look. "But, you know, not all of my scars are from that. Some are from my time as a Marine. Some from when I was a kid. Some from battle."

Zoro tilted his head and stared for a few seconds. He studied her face. Her brown eyes mirrored Luffy's, except for the fact she had longer lashes. His brain kept registering more and more details. Full brows and high cheekbones. Straight black hair which framed her face and fell all the way down her back. Full lips and a straight nose covered with little freckles. Her cheeks, another thing she had in common with Luffy, were adorned by dimples. And, right under her eye, a scar just like her twin.

Before he could stop himself, Zoro grazed a finger over that scar. "What about this one?" he asked, almost abruptly, "It's just like Luffy's."

Lucy's gaze followed his finger and a mischievous smile appeared on her face. She liked the fact that he was interested — it was enough to lighten her bad mood. "Me and Luffy were idiots and we stabbed our own faces to convince Shanks we were tough enough to join his crew."

Zoro couldn't help but chuckle under his breath. "Sounds like something Luffy would do.

"I'd like to say I'm the responsible twin, but..."

Zoro was so caught up in the conversation he didn't even notice how close she was to his body.

"If he's the responsible twin," he said, scanning her whole face with his eyes, "then you're definitely bad news, doll."

Lucy smirked, slightly biting her bottom lip. "Bad news?" she repeated. She tried to ignore the way the pet name made the blood rush to her belly. She brushed her fingers on his chest and gazed up at him through her lashes.

Zoro held his breath for a second and took a step back, as he gave the handcuffs back. "Sorry about the 'cuffs" he said rather dryly, "They're throwing a party for you, so... catch'ya later."

Just as those words left his mouth, Brooke started playing and Lucy sighed, shrugging. She opened the girls' bedroom door enough to just throw the handcuffs inside, then she followed the music.

Hey sweeties!! I wanted to write more but I lost a ton of fucking progress by accident and I'll lose it if I have to write it again. I'll just post this part and pretend it never happened 😃. Next parts will be much much longer!!

Lemme know if you wanna be put in the tag list and what you think so far!!

I'll tell you in advance, the next chapters will have some pretty serious trigger warnings about violence and death so be careful before you read.

Ily all🤍🤍🤍

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tobiasdrake · 6 months

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And Sea of Stars.

Time to tackle some trials.

These little lantern doo-dads are cutie-patooties, is what they are. I'm a little weirded out that they drop Berries though.

Do they eat the berries? Do they grow the berries? Are these plants or herbivores because it's freaky either way.

Alright man, we gathered your weird giant artifacts and now we understand Live Magic. Do we pass?

Honestly, I don't know why you made a token gesture of a fuss about letting Garl in here in the first place. He can use Live Magic too. I know it's because of Something Something Solstice Warriors So Attunement and all that but. Still.

If the presence of a Solstice Warrior nearby means everybody gets superpowers then this is one area where having normies along is a total benefit. The more Live Mana channelers, the merrier.

Anyway, you can give me my certificate or whatever and we can--

...okay, so apparently that was happening while I was talking.

Man, I have got to stop going off on monologues in the middle of dramatically tense conversations.

I just want it on record that I think it's unfair of you to make us build the robot body that you are going to crack my skull with. I think that demonstrates poor work ethic on your part. And that I would like to file a formal complaint with your manager.

That's fair.

Hold up, nobody said anything about prophecies. We were just told to learn "to use magic without using magic".

Fuck yeah, gift with purchase!

But we already began our journey!

Ten years after beginning our journey.

I'm so tired of beginning our journey.

Oh man, I am going to ruin so many people's sleep schedules doing this. This is the most catastrophic power yet.

It's not even a toggle. Like, a lot of games have the ability to SHLOOP straight to dawn or dusk, often with the implication that you aren't really changing the time of day so much as you're just skipping forward in time, either with or without your PC.

But no, this is whole-ass fucking time-of-day manipulation. I can crank the sun back and forth like a DJ at a turntable. WICKA-WICKA Your lunch hour is gone.

This might actually be a sound basis for one of those Superpower Registration Act storylines. I'm about to ruin the lives of every single person on the planet because this bridge is solar-powered and I don't wanna wait around for the right time of day.

It's nice to know that it's not just Moraine. We're all inconsiderate pricks. Imagine doing this instead of. Like. Any other possible locking mechanism ever.

We already have locks that you just zippy-zap with a bit of lunar magic and they open right up. But no. I'm going to crank the sun back to 8 AM every time I want to cross this bridge. Fuck you.

Hold up. We sealed ancient evils inside a prison whose locking mechanism is a specific time of day? I feel like there's a flaw in that plan.

Well. That's horrifying. Anyways, it's prophecy time.

HA! Told you lunar magic's superior. Even Sun Warrior Zale needs a little bit of night to become the best version of himself.

Zale's prophecy is that he needs to be more like me. My prophecy is that I'm next-gen Jesus. I WIN.

Does Garl get a prophecy?

That's. Not. A prophecy. That is whining about our decision to bring a normie disguised as a prophecy. Man, everyone's prophecy sucks but mine. Even time recognizes that I'm the best one in this group.

Oh, there's more. So he gets a prophecy and also some whining. Elder Mist wanted to clearly establish that he's only delivering this prophecy under duress.

Though the prophecy itself is pretty good, actually. High five, Garl. We're both better than Zale.

That's going to be our ticket to Wraith Island. We need to be there before the eclipse which is... uh... an amount of time away. Shouldn't be too far off. Depending on side quests, of course.

Of course, if we miss the eclipse, I could probably just timey-wime the days back until the day of the eclipse anyway.

Giants are our travel mechanism? Do they, like, shoot teleport lasers out of their eyes or something?

O_O CAN HE MISS!?

#sea of stars #drake plays sea of stars

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The other three children let Kit take the lead. The heavy front door was open just a crack, just enough for the girl to be able to listen in and see why there was a blue light through the windows.

"Look. I respect your decision and how you are now choosing to stay in your world to protect your dimension, but we're dealing with something just as bad as before here. Remember? Fusing the dimensions together is a bad thing? And we don't even know if that's what Vortech is trying to do now. Or if this even is Vortech, since the scans I have done show that the energy signature of this new threat comes from your dimension." The speaker's somewhat cocky sounding male voice sounded almost robotic.

"If the threat is coming from my dimension, that's even more of a reason for me to stay here and make sure that the foundation element in this world is safe. I'm going to have to take a trip to Benbow. That's a planet that is a pirate ship that Metalbeard was given by a not too evil Queen. I'm sure if he has me join his crew, that foundation element isn't going to be taken." Lucy's voice joined the other in the conversation now.

"WyldStyle, it's not that simple." The Doctor spoke this time, her tone calm and patient.

"Yeah. I've detected more foundation elements. Vortech or whoever is pretending to be Vortech, has a lot of them already. I don't know how much time we have left."

"X-PO, you are doing a terrible job at convincing me to go with you guys. I'm staying. Period. You're not going to be able to talk me out of it." Before she could protest any further, X-PO piped up in a more mechanical sounding voice.

"Lifeforms detected beyond the front door." Kit's blood turned cold as she heard those words. Boots were heard moving toward the front door at a quickened pace, the door thrown open.

"Ah! Right on time! It surprises me that the daughter of a time traveler is able to keep appointments so well! Sometimes, my daughter doesn't even remember to invite me for tea." The Doctor pulled Kit through the door. She was… nothing like Kit expected. Sure, the wild, excitable eyes and heavy boots made sense. But the woman looked far lighter, far more colorful, and far less terrifying than she would have suspected. Her eyes sparked with an energy that was unmatched by anyone in the room.

Just beyond the Doctor was a boxy, smallish robot with a purple lens providing partial light to the area and a Lucy who looked like she was trying to decide if she was going to yell or be relieved for the interruption. The blue light from the window came from the top of a blue wooden box that had a sign on it that proclaimed it was a police call box. Kit vaguely remembered a box that looked like that tucked away in the engine room of her father's large ship the few times her father took her up there. By the time Kit found the source of the light, Lucy finally made her decision on how to feel.

"Tell me Charmy is with you, Kit." By the tone of Lucy’s voice, Kit knew she was in trouble but how much trouble she was in was hidden under a layer of resignation.

"We're all here, Mom." Charmy spoke as she, Bellamy, and Vito all entered the room. "What was the robot talking about? Who is Vortech?"

"Oh. Awkward." X-PO commented. "I would think you would have told everybody about your greatest adventure by now, WyldStyle."

"I didn't want to tell anyone. I was trying to prevent what's apparently happening from happening. The only two people in this dimension that know anything about any of this are me and MetalBeard, and I'm pretty sure MetalBeard thinks that he might have imagined it? I'm not sure. I haven't really asked him."

"It might be time to let someone else in." The Doctor said softly, gesturing to the four youngest members of the group. "Who knows? They might be the solution to the problem."

"I want to say no. I'm pretty sure RJ would be livid if I sent his daughter on a multi-dimensional quest? While he's sitting in a prison…" Lucy glanced over at the four. "It's not like you gave me any choice here. At the very least, I owe an explanation." The Doctor ran into the blue box to grab chairs for the group to sit on. Kit couldn't help but wonder how the chairs were all that were able to fit in the box. The inexplicably old looking chairs were placed around in a circle, one for everyone there. When everyone sat, Lucy began her tale.

"I once met another version of Batman and Gandalf. They aren't the ones that are married to the queen and running the Assembly of Master Builders, but from completely different worlds. The three of us traveled through dimensions because a being known as Lord Vortech decided he just had to make the multiverse perfect and in his image. He took heroes and villains from all over, convinced the villains to join him in his twisted goals. We went all over looking for something called the foundation elements, ancient relics that were around since the beginning of time. He wanted to gather them and take them to a place called Foundation Prime. He ultimately got everything he needed, but we ended up defeating him in the end thanks to the help of the Doctor, X-PO, and friends and enemies we met along the way." X-PO picked up where Lucy left off.

"My scans indicated that a foundation element was out of the world it came from and in your universe sometime ago. I didn't think anything of it. I just thought we didn't do a good enough job cleaning up after ourselves. Then, not too long ago, I stopped being able to detect it in this universe. A lot of foundation elements seem to be on the move lately." He shrugged with his gangly robotic arms. "I don't think Vortech has them. He's still exactly where we left him. But the signature feels like him."

"What would happen if nobody did anything?" Kit finally spoke up after a period of silence.

"The multiverse will be doomed." The Doctor replied. "I don't want to think that anything like that will happen, of course."

"I'll come with you." There was not a single bit of hesitation in the teenager's voice. Her hands were on her lap, on top of her bag.

"No you aren't!" Lucy shouted just as quickly. "Your dad would kill me if something happened to you! And I don't want to know what your father would do!"

"I have to do something. Maybe if I help save the multiverse, I could get dad back." For the first time since RJ was taken away, Kit let herself shed a tear or two.

"Woah. Wasn't expecting family drama tonight." X-PO backed a short way from the circle, claws held up.

"I can't even guarantee that that's going to help. Your dad… he got into this mess long before you were born and I'm sure he could get out of this mess without your help." Lucy shook her head at the look Kit was giving her.

"She'll be with me. I swore to Mr. B. before he was arrested that I would take care of her." Bellamy chimed in.

"I'll go with them, Mom." Charmy added. "I want to do this. This is the kind of adventure that you and Dad went on, the kind I was born to go on!”

"Bellamy, you can protect her from here. Charmy. I can't let you. Your father and I can't lose you." Lucy countered.

"Look. I know you want to be all Mama Bear right now, but we really do need to get an answer about whether or not someone here is going to help us." X-PO bobbed. "We don't have a lot of time. For all we know, whoever I've been tracking has all of the foundation elements they need by now. Not something we should let happen."

"I can't go. I know I can't." She got up and shoved the chair in the Doctor's hands. "I expect the four of you to be home soon after I get home. If you aren't, I won't be happy." Lucy walked away, not looking behind her. The Doctor waited for her to leave before heading toward the blue box.

"You said you're a time traveler like my dad is." Kit's voice stopped her. "Take me… us… with you. We can get home before my aunt knows we're gone. The multiverse needs us." The Doctor grinned wildly.

"Climb aboard. We'll be happy to have you."

#⌈the ashes of disaster drift to you⌋ ⋆❈⋆ ⌈days of oblivion⌋#⌈the newspaper isn't antiquated⌋ ⋆❈⋆ ⌈writings⌋

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angelofrainfrogs · 6 months

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Going Back: Ch. 4

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: Things are looking up for Gregory. After putting the soul of a formerly-immortal killer to rest, he and his new family can finally begin their lives anew. Sure, Gregory might have been cursed with mysterious Remnant in exchange for being involved in this mess—not to mention his caretakers consist of sentient robots and ghosts… But there’s no doubt that the bond they share is unbreakable. They love him, and he in turn.

All in all, life is finally starting to go right for once.

…Unfortunately, true peace is a hard-won battle. There are other things to contend with besides William’s decrepit soul, and Gregory will learn that his role in the lives of the Aftons and Emilys is far greater than anyone could’ve imagined.

Rating: T

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The pair traveled back up to surface level, picking up the pace the closer they got to their friends. When they emerged into the beautiful overhead lights of the atrium, Michael called Sammy on his walkie and asked to meet in Monty's room. He assumed Freddy and Gregory were still hanging out there, as they hadn't heard anything to the contrary.

Sure enough, they caught sight of the gator through the window, talking animatedly with Freddy and Gregory who laughed at his latest anecdote. To Michael's great relief, Gregory seemed much more at ease with the oversized robot. Knocking on the glass to get their attention, Mike waved when the trio looked his way. “Hey, guys! Let us in? Sammy's on his way over, too.”

“What's the password?” Gregory called through the thick panel of glass that separated them. He rose from his crisscross position on the ground, excited to see other company after listening to the robots getting reacquainted for who knows how long.

“There is no password, you little ding-dong!” Charlie laughed, watching as Gregory giggled before throwing open the door.

“Was your mission a success?” Freddy asked, standing from the couch as Charlie and Michael funneled into the room.

“Sure was,” Mike said with a nod and a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. “We found two more 'friends' that were apparently hanging around since Charlie's initial call the other night... they're with the others now, so no worries.”

“Oh... I see.” Freddy looked to the ground, giving the lost souls a moment of somber silence before perking back up. “Well, as long as they are being taken care of, then I am sure they will be alright. Gregory and I have been having a wonderful time with Monty!” He patted the gator's arm, and Monty grinned down at the newcomers with claws on his hips.

“Heck yeah we have!” the gator agreed heartily, letting out a loud laugh. “Gregory's a plucky lil' squirt—I like 'im!”

“As I knew you would,” Freddy chuckled, gazing between the gator and his son with a fond smile.

Gregory seemed to thrive in the praise. Where there was once animosity between him and the nearly seven foot tall gator, he was beginning to feel a bit of a soft spot for the guy again. As far as the remaining animatronics went, Monty was a close second to his favorite.

“Hold the door! I’m coming!” Behind the androids, the hurried shuffles of the CEO could be heard.

“Hey—” Samuel huffed, fixing his crooked glasses as he leaned into the doorway “—how’s everything going, guys?”

“Good—we've got one more piece sorted out, and one less thing for you to worry about,” Michael assured, grinning at his old friend. “We just came to pick you three up, actually—we're ready to show you the basement surprise Charlie mentioned earlier if you're ready to see it, Sam.”

Freddy visibly brightened at Michael's words, excited to see Henry and the other kids again. He peered up at Monty, offering him a fist to bump. “I believe that is our cue to leave. I will return as soon as I can; try to stay out of trouble, will you?”

“HA! No promises, Fredbear!” Monty cackled, returning the gesture. The comical difference in the sizes of their hands only made him laugh more, and Freddy shook his head affectionately. It was so nice to have his old friend back in action and returned to his proper self.

If Freddy felt this relieved from Monty being offline for only a few nights, he couldn't imagine what it must've felt like for Charlie and Michael to see each other again after so many years. It made his heart simultaneously warm and achy to think of.

Charlie seemed to empathetically cling to that same ideal. When she found out that Mike had been the one to save her from the ruins of the old pizzeria, her heart simultaneously broke and soared at the same time. Her one true friend had been the soul to help her, and in turn, she helped him. She could see that similar bond between Freddy and Monty. Though their parting was bittersweet, they’d all see each other again soon.

Gregory waited by Freddy, and in a sign of good faith, raised his hand to bump Monty’s fist. He couldn’t blame the gator for what that virus made him. Like the others, all he wanted at his core was to have fun.

“I gotta go visit my other friends but we’ll see you later, Alligator!” Gregory joked, giving the bassist a genuine smile.

“See ya around, squirt!” Monty replied, pressing Gregory’s knuckles against his own. His tail, previously laying still against the floor, slowly swished side to side in poorly-contained glee. Monty was over the moon that the kid was no longer terrified of him and hoped his loving—but comparatively stricter—dad would let Gregory out of his sight someday so they could have some real fun.

Once all partings were done, Freddy slipped his hand into Gregory’s as they followed the others. Charlie took the lead this time, with Michael and Sammy side-by-side behind her. As they walked, Mike nudged Sammy’s shoulder with a smirk.

“So we hear you’ve got a secret helper who brought up some animatronics for you,” he began, trying to keep his tone nonchalant. Same as Charlie, Michael was so curious to know what a note from Ennard was like, let alone how Sammy was faring with everything.

Sam brightened at this. The fact he had some competent worker who’d been willing to both locate and lug all of his heavy equipment up the freight elevator and into Parts & Service had sent him over the moon. Good help was hard to find… but then again, he couldn't afford to pay more than minimum wage until recently.

“Yes!” he answered, sighing in relief. “I couldn't really... Read the letter they wrote on my office desk, but I got the important parts.” He laughed off the oddity with a wave of his hand. “Thanks to them, I predict the Glamrocks will be up and running before the week's end! That, and the new additions I plan to add...”

After all, those robots were a part of his new business deal. Fresh characters always brought in bigger profit margins. If Sammy added them at the right times during the season, then they could get the second Pizzaplex built in the next decade.

The happy look on his face only faltered when Charlie asked Michael: “Are you going to tell him, or should I?”

“Um, yeah, so... that wasn't actually a new employee who brought the animatronics up,” Michael began, his smile slipping into a grimace. “It's... ugh, how do I explain this thing... Well, first off, their name is Ennard.”

When Michael paused again, Freddy decided to interject, quickly catching onto the situation. “Ennard is an allied animatronic that has been helping us most of the weekend. It sounds like they still wanted to assist where they can?” He tilted his head questioningly, to which Michael nodded.

“Yes—okay, so this is going to sound really weird, but they're actually four different bots melded together,” Michael tried to explain. His brow creased and he held up his hand, counting his fingers silently. “Er... maybe three? Depends on if you consider BonBon a separate entity.”

He huffed a sigh, realizing he'd spent far too long debating the finer details of the amalgamation. He looked back to Sam, feeling bad for confusing him even more.

"Do you remember that Funtime animatronic line William tried to start up a while ago? That's what Ennard is—all of them combined into one robot except Circus Baby. They're... probably going to pop out of the vents at some point; trust me, you'll know if you see them.”

That... didn't seem like it would work, realistically? Samuel had studied the Funtime blueprints a long time ago, and while many of their functions seemed vestigial, including an extending ice cream scoop that came from Circus Baby’s stomach, their programming would simply clash too much to form a functioning robot.

Sam rubbed his neck as he listened, then jumped high and bumped into his sister at the feeling of something wrapping around his leg.

“OH—Christ!” he yelped, shaking off the metal tendril that seemed to affectionately curl around his calf.

“IT WAS ME. HI,” stated the cacophony of four broken voice boxes speaking together in unison. “HELLO, PIZZARIA OWNER. HELLO, LITTLE MIKEY AND FREDDY... WE MISSED YOU GUYS...”

Charlie caught her brother as he clutched his chest with a tight fist, breathing hard as he got over the initial shock of being touched in the dim lighting.

“Ennard—” Gregory laughed, trying to make it seem less of a big deal than it really was. “—you scared Mr. Sam!”

“OUR BAD...,” they replied apologetically, receding back towards the vents with their many moving appendages.

“See?! You're freaky!” Michael exclaimed a big smugly, happy to prove his point from earlier. To Sam, he added: “I worked in their storage facility and they, um... got... attached to me. Charlie and I found them again in the basement a few nights ago, and now they won't leave me alone.”

He shot a glare into the dark corner, where a tendril was steadily inching its way back to Michael's foot. Instead of trying to kick it Mike simply kept walking, knowing it was pointless to waste energy on such a gesture.

“Hello, Ennard!” Freddy said with a bright wave, completely opposing to Michael's sullen pout. “Thank you for helping Sam with the animatronics. Have things been alright during our absence?”

“WE... MADE A... FRIEND,” they replied slowly, as if self-conscious. Still, they were proud of this feat. Despite Michael's warnings not to leave the vents, they had snuck out into the Daycare and found the friendliest robot—someone who rivaled Ennard in height and with a bubbly personality. “WE WANTED TO COME AND SEE... HOW YOU ARE ALL DO—DOING...”

After his initial fright, Samuel had found this animatronic fascinating from a scientific standpoint. “Oh, you have a short in your voice box. I could fix that for you... It's the least I could do for helping us out!”

Ennard shook their head, somewhat afraid of the attention.

“NO... WE WON'T NEED THIS BODY FOR LONG... THANK YO-U.” They spoke decisively, and in as polite of a tone they could muster through their intimidating static.

Michael whipped around, causing Charlie to run into him as his eyebrows shot up to his hairline.

“What?! What does that mean?!” he hissed. “Ennard, what the fuck does that mean?!”

“Michael...?” Freddy began hesitantly, and the man's gaze shifted to his.

“Ah, shit—I mean, crap. Ugh. Sorry, Freddy,” he apologized weakly, then ran a hand through his hair. “I don't like when they say things like that...”

Michael just had to remind himself that Ennard was smart enough not to try to that organ-removing tactic again in order to get a new body... At least, he hoped that was the case. Still, it didn't hurt to advise Sammy: “Hey, try to keep people away from the vents for a little longer, okay? For my sake.”

This raised alarm bells with Samuel, primarily because he couldn't have anyone else getting hurt. Not only were people’s lives at stake, but this could all come crashing down and ruin him financially.

“WE WILL NOT HURT ANYONE—IT'S A SURPRISE—Surprise!” Ennard rejoiced, voice seeming to fade away as they crawled backwards into the winding ventilation system.

After all, they couldn't have Michael finding out their plans! Being able to watch over and keep him safe to make up for all those years of torment they caused meant they’d have to be at liberty to leave the Pizzaplex. This couldn't be achieved given their current size and stature.

“You better be good, Ennard, got it?” Charlie remarked in an attempt to lightly threaten, though the intent was all but lost to Ennard who only saw Charlie as the harmless, plucky friend of Michael's. She let out a sigh, gripping Mike’s shoulder in to ground him to the present. “Why don't you go hang out with your new friend? We'll catch up with you later.”

At the dismissal, the group watched as Ennard's spaghetti-like limbs retracted back into the darker recesses of the air duct.

“Oh... That's... Neat...,” Samuel murmured, concern rife in his face and high-pitched voice. “Note to self: We'll hire outside contractors for air duct maintenance...”

And maybe add an NDA to the hiring process.

Michael sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand while patting Charlie's reassuring grip on his shoulder with the other. If Ennard said they wouldn't hurt anyone, Michael had to believe them. It wasn't like he had much choice in the matter, anyway...

“...Perhaps we should continue on,” Freddy suggested after a moment of silence, to which the others heartily agreed and began making their way deeper into the basement.

***

Henry heard an approaching commotion in the hallway and had been frantically tidying up his workshop. He'd managed to convince all the kids but Evan and Liz to go play in another room, effectively keeping them out of the way for what was sure to be an interesting visit. The younger Aftons were still nearby in his workshop, yet again playing with the charging pod that served as the place of their father's demise—it seemed like they'd grown attached to the thing in a dark sort of way. As footsteps approached the door, Henry moved to open it. He was initially greeted by Michael's now-smiling face, then Charlie next to him, and just behind them—

“Hi, Sammy,” Henry breathed, his voice mildly choked with emotion at the sight of his son looking quite a bit older than when they'd last met.

Michael turned to place a hand on Sammy's back, still smiling as he proclaimed: “Surprise!”

Samuel's mouth hung open. Him, too? His father's soul must’ve been trapped here since the fire—

It was Sam's wishes that they completely buried the old Diner below the Pizzaplex. A fitting gesture, Sammy thought, as the firemen told him on that fateful night that they never could definitively say they retrieved the remains of Henry's body.

After adjusting his glasses, Samuel would see it wasn't a trick of the light, and that his father was here, tangible—but almost shrouded by a dream-like haze that made Sam squint as he petered forward. Moving towards the old ghost, Sammy wordlessly left Michael's hand to touch the air before falling forward against his father.

“Hey, Dad...,” Sam muttered into Henry's shoulder as he tried his best to keep from shaking.

“Hey,” Henry breathed into Sammy's hair, holding him close. He could feel his son trying hard to keep his emotions in check and was thankful that he could interact with him enough to offer comfort. “I'm sorry I left you without saying goodbye; I'll explain everything when you're ready to hear it, I just... I couldn't bear it if you tried to stop me and got caught up in all of this, too.”

Out of all the Afton and Emily children, Sammy was the only one to make it unscathed past his twenties—physically, at least. Yes, Michael was still around for quite a while after the scooping incident, but it was debatable to call that living... It was a marvel, a blessing, and a curse that Sammy had come out of their traumatic past with his body and mind more or less intact, and Henry knew he couldn't chance that by telling Sam his plan to end William once and for all.

It'd worked out for the better in the end, since William did not disappear as planned from the fire. If Sammy hadn't been around to create the Pizzaplex, William's software would have simply found its way into a different establishment far away from the only ones who could send him to permanent hell. Really, Sammy's decision to make this a “gravesite” for his father was fate at its best.

Sam was content to rest in the strong hold of his dad. It was funny—hugging him always made him feel like a kid, finding the times he’d been hugged the most was when he was young. Henry's embrace was kind and nostalgic; it made him happy. The first time in a long time Sam felt like things were going to be alright, and that he wasn't simply a bobbing head struggling above endless crashing waves.

Sam felt Charlie squeezing in, murmuring, “Hey, scoot over guys...,” as she quietly inserted herself alongside her twin. As Sammy tucked her against him, years of survivor’s guilt and pain were slowly left to be forgotten among William's ashes scattered around the basement.

While Sam and Henry caught up, Freddy noticed the Afton kids and decided to take Gregory over and say hello, giving the newly-reunited family a few seconds of privacy. Gregory was alright with leaving the Emily's to rekindle. After all, his friends were waiting for him! Gregory had a feeling he knew where they were, too. Silver eyes pierced the darkness, scanning watchfully for movement.

“Hey!” he shouted, wondering if they were playing a game as he wandered into the shadows by the charging pod. “Are you guys hiding? Helloooo?”

A set of deep brown eyes peered out of the porthole, watching Gregory stalk closer. Evan sat on Lizzie's shoulders, needing the height boost so they could lay in wait for their prey. They'd hoped to prank Michael first, but Gregory would do just fine. When the boy was close enough, Evan gave the signal by tapping Lizzie's shoulder, prompting her to throw open the charging pod door and burst out with a shriek.

“BOO!” Evan shouted, arms outstretched as the pair landed directly in Gregory's path, Lizzie clutching her brother’s legs so he didn't fall off.

“AHHH!” Gregory let out a short shriek, arms outstretched as he jumped and made this odd, pseudo-karate movement that ended with him lightly ‘chopping’ Liz in the shoulder.

“You guys!” Gregory breathed out, laughing. “You don’t have to scare me every time I come down here!” Though Evan stacked neatly on top of Elizabeth’s shoulders had given him an idea. “…Can I get in on this totem pole?”

With a bright, happy gaze, Elizabeth beamed at him.

“Totally! Climb on up!” she laughed, bracing herself as Gregory attempted to climb both their shoulders.

“Boy did I miss you two,” Henry admitted over by the workbench, then pressed a firm kiss to the tops of his children's heads before finally letting them go. He flashed Charlie a smile before focusing on Sammy, looking him up and down with a hearty chuckle. “Well, well... you're a chip off the old block, huh?”

It was crazy how Sammy mirrored his father more so in the way he held himself than by looks alone. Yes, there was definitely a resemblance between the men, Henry's body now frozen in time a bit closer to Sammy's current age. But Sam also had a bit of Charlie in him, which in turn meant their mother's features showed through as well. Yet to anyone that saw the family together, there would be no mistaking that Henry was indeed Sammy's dad through and through.

“M-Me?” Samuel sounded genuinely surprised at this, sounding nervous and prideful at the same time. “You really think so…?”

Charlie gave her brother a sideways glance, laughing as she asked him: “Sammy, you own a mirror at home, right? Especially with the reading glasses and robotics hobby, man; you're like a mini-Dad.”

“I guess I sort of forgot—it’s been awhile since I’ve had anyone older than me pinching my cheeks and telling me ‘Oh, you look just like your father!’” Sam gave a well-meaning chuckle, fixing the rim of his glasses to adjust from where he'd pressed his face into Henry’s shoulder.

“But you do!” Michael insisted, reenacting Sammy’s words and stepping closer to pinch his cheek with a wicked cackle. “Look at this face!”

“Michael, leave him be!” Henry laughed, playfully smacking the android’s hand away so he couldn’t harass Sammy any further. A far cry from when Mike was young, it was clear that his bothersome actions were only meant in jest.

Sammy’s embarrassment was minimal, though his face grew a wide smirk when Michael pinched his cheeks. He affectionately raised his arm and locked it around the back of Mike’s neck in a playful gesture. There, Samuel would go on to converse and question with his father and completely ignoring the indignant cries of protest from his old friend.

It was odd, reacquainting yourself with people you swore you knew your whole life. For instance, Charlie had been trapped in a puppet for decades—which would’ve been nice to know before Samuel went to make fun of said robot for years after Charlie’s death, cursing its oddly terrifying mask for not saving his sister that fateful day…

While this wholesome emotional bonding was taking place, a more physical display was happening on the other side of the room as Gregory clambered up the Afton kids to complete their totem pole. Using Lizzie’s body as a stable base, Evan helped Gregory get situated on his shoulders, holding his legs just as Lizzie grasped his. Freddy, who’d been watching the trio intently after Gregory’s initial scare, finally stepped in to add his two cents to the situation.

“Please be careful, you three…,” he advised, eyebrows creased in worry as he looked up at Gregory, now towering a few inches above him. Evan had been so focused on scaring and then subsequently helping Gregory, he hadn’t realized the red-headed android was even standing nearby until he spoke up.

“Whoa—Freddy, you look so cool!” Evan exclaimed, instantly recognizing Freddy’s voice despite its lack of mechanical feedback. Evan then flashed Gregory an upside down grin. “So did you guys actually get to leave and hang out somewhere else for a while?”

He figured they must’ve if it took them this long to visit, although the concept of stepping foot outside a Fazbear Entertainment establishment was still foreign to the boy trapped there the longest. As her brother mused on life outside, Liz carefully walked to show off the stack they had going. The android body left Liz with more stability than ever before.

“Dude! We live in a hotel and they have a POOL!” Gregory answered, like it was the coolest thing ever. “And an arcade. Just ask Mike; I kicked his butt at Mortal Kombat!”

He held a sense of pride at this. Michael would need a lot more practice if he wanted to get better than Gregory at fighting games.

Liz would laugh with a snarky, “Oh, I believe it,” as she paraded them slowly towards Freddy’s side. She got a better look at him, and decided his new form suited the robot’s kind and demure attitude.

To Gregory’s credit, Evan did think living in a hotel with those sorts of amenities sounded pretty cool.

“That’s awesome!” he exclaimed, trying to remember what it was like to swim in a pool. Their parents would always take them to the local community one when they could, although summertime with kids out of school also meant a welcome uptick in business for the restaurants.

William had been ecstatic when Michael got old enough to take Liz and Evan by himself, shoving a few extra dollars in the eldest Afton’s pocket to make up for him being appointed babysitter. Smiling at the good memories of hot summer days and ice-cold popsicles, Evan looked over towards his brother. He instantly tensed upon seeing an unfamiliar face, though as he squinted to get a better look he let out a little gasp.

“Is that Sammy?!” he asked incredulously, taking in the similarities between this man and his Uncle Henry. Even before receiving an answer, Evan knew his guess was correct simply based on the equivalent tones of the men’s laughter as they reminisced.

“It is!” Freddy confirmed with a soft smile. He glanced to the group, making sure they’d calmed from their initial meeting before adding: “You should go and say hello. I know he would love to see you both, too.”

“Yeah! Onwards!” Evan commanded, kicking his feet to start Lizzie moving again. Unfortunately this counterbalanced Gregory on his shoulders, but with quick action from Freddy their tower stayed upright and intact. Evan laughed an apology, and then they started the careful walk towards the Emily’s and Michael.

“Woah—” Lizzie gasped, giggling at how old their friend was now. With Freddy’s help, the totem pole made their way to Samuel. The kids called to him, and Gregory waved to garner his attention.

“Sammy Emily!” Elizabeth shouted, making their friend jump.

When he saw the Afton kids stuck in time, it gave Sammy a feeling he couldn’t describe. There was an intense happiness, followed immediately after by a pitting and hollow depression.

Look at how young they were, tortured for years from what he heard of Charlie’s account...

But Sam resigned himself to serenity, as their pain had seemingly ended and the smiles he loved so long ago had returned to their faces.

“Guys—” he replied instinctively, unaware of the tears falling from the corners of his eyes. “—you’re both here!”

And Liz was a lot stronger than he remembered! Though it was owed to the animatronic body she paraded around, he surmised.

“I just can’t seem to get rid of them,” Michael chimed in with a dramatic roll of his eyes, though there was nothing but affection behind his words. He moved forward to disassemble the totem pole when he saw the telltale wobbling of Evan’s bottom lip. Honestly, Mike was amazed his brother hadn’t cried even more during their last few encounters, though he reasoned Evan was probably still getting over the shock of the whole situation just like everyone else. However, now there were all-too-familiar tears running down his face, although this time they were from happiness.

"Sorry, Sammy,” Evan apologized, wiping ectoplasmic snot from his nose and giving Sam a little grin as Mike set him on solid ground. “I-It’s good to see you; Lizzie and I missed you a whole lot!”

Samuel was wiping his cheeks, trying to remove his own evidence of how much he truly missed this little group.

“No! Really, don’t be sorry guys!” he began to say, and when he felt Elizabeth hug his side, he was sure that he was going to burst into his own tears again.

Sam was relieved that despite everything, they weren’t mad he'd survived. He wanted so badly to grow old with those around him, imagining often what they could’ve been if given a chance at life… That was too painful, so instead he focused on the now.

“The only thing you all need to be sorry for is not finding me earlier!” he said, sniffling heavily. “I… I really missed all of you so much. Thank you…”

“No, thank you!” Liz replied, gaining Sam’s full attention. “You built this place; it's like a whole amusement park! Now all the ghosts can actually have fun!”

Liz promised not to mention it, but Cassidy may have been breaking the rules. She was hanging out in the attractions upstairs with the three new kids, but Elizabeth swore she wouldn’t speak a word if no one asked. Still, she assumed Samuel would be fine allowing them to mingle with the regulars upstairs from time to time. After all, they seemed normal enough when you didn’t pay close attention to the wavering outlines of their spectral forms.

“Yeah, this place seems so cool!” Evan agreed, knowing this to be true from the stories both Gregory and Cassidy regaled him with. He also knew Cassidy and the other ghosts probably weren’t supposed to leave the basement… But though Evan might be a scaredy-cat, he wasn’t a snitch.

“Well, maybe one night soon we can take you guys up top,” Michael suggested, looking to Henry and Sam with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m sure we can make something work—if it’s alright with Sammy, of course,” Henry deferred, patting his son’s shoulder. “We'll figure out the details later."

Samuel beamed at this. He could definitely make it work. "All of you are welcome above ground! Please, help yourselves to the attractions and toys.”

No one could complain about that arrangement. Satisfied at the prospect of exploring another time, Evan turned his attention go Gregory. He slipped his hands around Gregory's arm and shook it lightly. “Hey, are you staying for a while? You wanna play together?”

The adults shared a look, before Freddy responded: “Go ahead; we will call you when it is time to leave.”

When they’d collectively given Gregory the permission to hang around, he laced his arm through Evan's. “Let's go!”

Who knew when they were going to cut their meeting short and take Gregory away from his new friends? Lizzie followed where the two boys ran, speeding into the darkness with the energy that only excitable kids like them had.

“And BE CAREFUL, DARN IT!” Charlie called, hoping the voices she heard call back where that of their acknowledgement. The kids must’ve really been itching to hang out together. “That was fast—sorry they didn't stay longer, Sammy!”

Charlie apologized for them, but Sam waved his hand dismissively.

“I'm sure it won't be the last time I see them. Besides, I'm just glad I have you guys to hang out with. Plus—Dad.” Samuel pointed to Freddy and his android form. “I just want to say, this engineering is nearly flawless. How on earth did you achieve all this?!”

Henry gave a hearty laugh and clapped Freddy amiably on the back. The redhead gazed serenely down at the group, looking utterly content now that both families were together again.

“The androids?” Henry began, crossing his arms over his chest. “Those took a lot of time—I still don’t think they’re perfect, but as long as you’re all happy then I suppose I can be as well.” There was a murmuring of acknowledgment from the three robots, to which Henry grinned. “As for Freddy’s personality… that was all you and Mike.”

He hadn’t even fathomed the idea of a throwback 80s Glamrock line of animatronics, but Henry had to admit it was brilliant. Even more so amazing were the robotic AIs themselves; the old mechanic was so curious to see what the others were like without the influence of a human soul. From what he’d heard about them, his awe would likely be on par with how Sam felt about Freddy right now.

“Okay, but seriously, Uncle Henry—these bodies are astounding,” Michael said, his excitement palpable as he was finally able to talk about this topic in depth. “I’m not a huge fan of the bleeding, but I get why you made us that way—it’s to keep all the mechanisms lubricated, right? Less manual oiling of the joints?”

“Correct.” Henry grimaced, remembering the matted crimson state of Michael’s hair the other night. “I wanted to avoid you needing regular touch-ups as much as possible, so I developed the fake ‘blood’. Plus, it adds to the lifelike quality of the skin.”

It was strange for Michael to hear his current body spoken of like a machine, but that’s all it was in the end. Which begged another question that’d been on his mind since the other day: “So… how did you make it so we can eat?”

There was a moment of silence where Henry’s face fell into a confused, slightly mortified expression. As reckless as Michael could be, he thought the eldest Afton would at least have enough sense not to put human food into a robotic body—he’d seen firsthand the damage it’d caused Chica over the years.

“Are... Are you telling me you’ve been eating actual food? As in, the stuff that Sammy needs to live?!” Henry eventually asked, looking to Charlie for clarity.

Charlie shared a look between her friends before slowly glancing back towards her dad.

“Y... Yes?” she answered, unsure if that was a bad thing or not. “We had hot wings yesterday—are we not supposed to be eating?”

Well, now Charlie was somewhat worried about the quality and conditions of their new bodies. Should they mess them up somehow, Charlie would hate to have to put Michael or herself back into the character vessels or free-floating ether; not when they only had a touch of freedom and happiness. And last thing she wanted is to walk around and smell of rotting food or breakdown in front of someone... Surely that would be traumatizing for anyone to witness.

“I mean—why else would you give us taste buds?” she continued, looking to Freddy and Michael, wanting to make sure it wasn't just her who was able to savor the deliciousness of their food from the other day.

Henry opened his mouth to protest that he did no such thing, but the looks on Charlie and Michael’s faces gave him pause. He glanced at Freddy, noting the same expression of confusion creasing his brows.

“Freddy… did you eat something, too?” Henry asked incredulously.

“Yes; I had a cheeseburger with all the fixin’s,” the former animatronic replied honestly. “But if it is any consolation, I do not feel any distress from consuming physical matter as I did in my old body.”

There had been only one time Freddy was persuaded to try a slice of pizza when in his original form. In a rare moment of everyone ganging up against their band leader, Roxy, Chica, and Monty wouldn’t give Freddy a second of peace until they’d all taken at least one bite of the greasy pie. Freddy had regretted it instantly, feeling the heavy wrongness of a foreign object trying to work its way through his inner mechanics. However, he hadn’t felt anything like that when consuming the burger—in fact, he’d felt unexpectedly satisfied.

“…Huh.” Henry took off his glasses and wiped the lenses on his shirt, trying to fathom what the hell was happening. “I think, as per usual, there are things going on here far out of my control… I’d prefer to check one of you out to make sure nothing’s messing with your systems, but if everything looks good after that I suppose you can indulge every once in a while…”

“I volunteer to be examined,” Freddy offered, raising a hand and flashing the group a reassuring smile. “I am used to having technicians working around my internal mechanisms.”

He certainly wasn’t about to subject Michael and Charlie to being opened up so Henry could root around in their stomachs—they’d been through enough traumatic events already.

“Thanks, Freddy; can you hang back for a little bit whenever you all decide to go upstairs again?” Henry asked, patting Freddy’s shoulder appreciatively. The redhead nodded, trusting Michael and Charlie to watch over Gregory while they were apart.

Now more than ever did Henry resemble a doctor as opposed to a mechanic. Maybe it just seemed that way to Charlie due to their recent re-personification. Whatever the reason, Charlie smiled despite the worry that something may be wrong with their inner cogs and mechanisms. She absently laid a hand over her stomach, thoroughly investigating the robot's idle hard drive for errors. With nothing out of the ordinary popping out at her, she hoped if something was wrong, it was just a minor issue.

Samuel, who’d been intently listening to their experiences, had perked up at the chance to witness the inner workings of these robots.

“Would you mind if I stay behind, too?” Samuel wondered curiously. He didn't know how secretive Henry was about his creations nowadays, but Samuel was hoping to create more realistic human characters in the future.

“I do not have an issue with that,” Freddy readily agreed. Since the day he was powered on he’d been subjected to hundreds of tests and safety checks of varying levels of invasiveness, both planned and at random. Freddy was used to this sort of attention from multiple people at a time, so having Sammy tag along was nothing he hadn’t experienced before. Besides, Freddy would never deny his creators the opportunity to work with him if they thought it best—though it was certainly nice of Henry and Sammy to ask first.

“I don’t either,” Henry assured, wrapping an arm around Sammy’s shoulders. He beamed with paternal pride, excited to see how his son would respond to such an advanced machine. Hell, he’d even be willing to let Sammy fiddle with anything that needed adjustment, if he was up for it.

And Freddy, too—Henry had to remind himself that the former bear was basically a human now, and though he was blessed with an amenable personality, he still deserved the right to his own free will.

“I… think I’ll sit this one out, if that’s cool,” Michael said quietly, his face a mixture of tentative intrigue. Yes, he definitely wanted to see how these bodies worked, just… not right now. Thinking of what else they could do while Freddy was incapacitated, he recalled Sammy mentioning there was one more animatronic up and running besides Monty. “Maybe Charlie and I can take Gregory to visit the Daycare? If he’s willing to go without his dad, of course.”

Michael gave a soft laugh, glancing to where the kids had long-since disappeared into the darkness to play.

Charlie smiled at this. She’d almost forgot they still needed to visit the sunny Daycare attendant. She felt bad for leaving the freshly-made friend in there to the proverbial wolves and wanted check up on them. With Moon certainly having calmed down with the removal of that nasty glitch, Charlie could finally get his perspective on the situation, too.

“Great idea! Gregory—time to go!” Charlie turned towards the diner, cupping her hands around her mouth. “Gregory! Where are you, buddy?”

After a moment of no response, she bit her lip and began worrying the faux skin around her nailbeds. “Uh—Mike, I think that's our cue to start looking for him.”

While the threat of Gregory dying was severely lessened, he could still get hurt. So Charlie would always worry about her little brother to some extent.

“I’m telling you—those two are double trouble! And don't get me started on Lizzie…,” Michael muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets as he moved towards the darkness. “Gregory, where’d you guys run off to?”

“We’ll hang tight until you find them,” Henry said, shifting his weight to slouch casually to one side. He wasn’t very concerned with Gregory getting hurt, for he knew as long as the kids stayed in the designated area he’d told them to stay in, they shouldn’t come across anything that could potentially cause harm. Whether they would actually listen to Henry’s instructions was another story entirely, though… So he thought it best to stick around just in case.

Freddy remained by Henry’s side, though he did call out for his son in hopes that his voice might prompt Gregory to respond more than his older brother’s did. “Alright, superstar, it is time to go!”

Little did they know that Gregory and the others had taken to exploring the very site of Henry and Michael's last business venture: the burned down diner that managed against all odds to stay standing after nearly seven years of disrepair. Liz had shown them the way back inside, and together they’d been going through old photos hanging on the wall, vintage posters whose images all but faded from heat exposure.

Liz wanted to show Gregory where Puppet—the real Puppet—had been staying. She was right where they expected, hanging off the lip of the opened top of the scorched, oversized gift box. From there, Puppet watched the kids play inside the grody old dining area, content to let them explore to their hearts' content under her observant eye.

“Did you guys hear something?” Gregory asked when Freddy’s baritone voice just barely penetrated the old walls. Before he knew it the Puppet was behind him, scooping him up and gently carrying him towards the back entrance.

“Awh,” Liz fretted, throwing a rubber ball in a rebellious manner against an already cracked photo. “You have to leave already?”

Puppet offered her a shrug; she didn't make the rules. Carting Gregory off, she simply motioned for Liz and Evan to follow her out of the diner.

“There you are!” Michael exclaimed as the kids appeared back in the workshop. He snickered at the grumpy pout on Gregory's face from being unceremoniously carried away from his exploring. When he was finally set down, the android ruffled Gregory's hair. “Sorry to spoil the fun, kid. Your dad and Sammy are hanging out with Henry for a little bit, so Charlie and I are taking you to visit the Daycare—that cool with you?”

“I wanna go, too...,” Evan muttered.

“Soon—I promise!” he reassured with a grin, which seemed to satisfy Evan well enough.

“See you around, Gregory!” Evan wrapped his arms around his doppelgänger in the briefest bear hug, squeezing him tight before moving to embrace Michael's legs.

Mike smiled at the affection, and when Evan moved onto Charlie the eldest Afton quickly pulled Elizabeth into a side-hug as well. Before she could protest, he raised a fist and rubbed his knuckles against her head with a cackle, causing her already-curly hair to frizz every which way. “I've been waiting so long to do that again! HA!”

“Mike, you're a terror—let her go,” Henry chided with a roll of his eyes, feeling like no time had passed at all from when the Aftons were kids. Honestly, their whole interaction was kind of endearing.

Liz gritted her teeth and groaned at the sensation of knuckles being harshly dragged across her scalp. These robot bodies felt like an extension of her soul—the odd feeling had not escaped her. Though she smiled as soon as it was done. As much as Michael's torture hadn't been exactly missed, it was his charm that Liz felt like she had gone without for so many years.

“Oh, you're so going to get it later...,” Elizabeth warned, and fairly so. The next time Mike came for his siblings, there’d be a prank most foul waiting for him.

It wasn't long before the Puppet found Charlie, climbing up her leg and arm to hang around her shoulders. Charlie closed her eyes and hugged the musty old robot, feeling like she was embracing both her childhood doll and house at the same time.

“Hey—it’s okay, I’m here,” she soothed, sensing Puppet had been missing her by the strain of those noodle-like arms around her. So focused on comforting, Charlie hardly even noticed the little green bangle Puppet slipped over her wrist once more. Clearly, Henry had removed it from its cherished place around the endoskeleton spine when patching up the old bot.

When his little siblings' attention had been diverted to another round of stretched-out goodbyes, Mike stepped close to Charlie and the now tightly-wrapped Puppet. He offered the animatronic a smile, shoving his hands in his pockets. It was weird to see the robot and Charlie separated—even after being with Charlie's android for days on end, Michael still associated her soul with the creation designed to protect her.

“Don't worry,” he began, watching the stoic mask turn to him. The Puppet's eyes were nothing but hollow black holes, the pinprick light that marked Charlie's soul well and truly gone. Perhaps a bit more perceptive than before, she was just a robot once again—but a damn good one, that's for sure. “We're taking care of Charlie. She's got so many people to look after her now—she'll be lucky to get out of our sight for a few minutes.”

His laugh was a bit subdued, unsure if the Puppet would appreciate such humor; he couldn't even remember her original personality except for her tendency to follow Charlie around incessantly and occasionally hand out presents to excitable kids.

As Michael spoke, Puppet sought no comfort. In fact, she was comforting Charlie like a crying child, gently stroking her dark hair with a plush, spindly hand.

However, the Marionette remembered Michael well. She recalled everything he’d done—and the things she and Charlie had done to him.

After nuzzling Charlie's cheek with a matronly sort of affection, Puppet reached out, now transferring onto Michael's shoulders in greeting him. She raked her fingers through his hair, examining his face and committing it to memory.

Michael, she remembered, not William.

After patting his cheek softly, she climbed down and silently crawled to Henry, Sam, and the Afton kids, arms silently raised for one of them to pick her up. Puppet was a simple AI that’d been exposed for far too long to a human’s soul. Her feelings were just as indistinguishably real as Freddy's now, though she had no means to articulate it well without a real voice of her own. Though she had a voice box, she hadn't actually been given speech to go along with; the only sound it could emit was the melody from her turnkey music box. It was Charlie's voice that came through, never more evident than now as she slunk silently across the floor. Funny enough, she ignored Freddy completely—though Puppet saw the bear as a friend now, her facial recognition software hadn't registered who the redhead was yet.

“Wow, Charlie,” Gregory said, realizing where she'd gotten her nervous habit of needing to know where he was all the time. “You said that's your animatronic?”

“Yep!” Charlie answered with a sense of glee and pride. “I designed her when I was very young.”

Samuel felt a twinge of pain at the sight of the Marionette—how she recognized him and immediately scampered for the Emilys’ affection. However, he wasn't one to pull the attention to himself for such menial discomfort. He remembered particularly how bad he felt for telling Charlie when they were young how creepy her robot was.

Why did he have to be such a cruel kid?

“Hey there,” Henry murmured, lifting Puppet into his arms and allowing her to cling just as she had to Charlie and Michael. He gently patted her back, feeling the tension in Puppet's wires from moving around instantly relax as she registered him as both her creator and Charlie's father. “I told you she'd come back for you, didn't I? Stop worrying.”

Repairing the Puppet had been Henry's top priority after William's defeat. He'd been itching to get the robot fixed up ever since Charlie transferred bodies, but he'd had other things to focus on at the time—besides, he didn't want to risk her getting more damaged when she inevitably jumped in the crossfire to try and save Charlie like she'd failed to do that rainy night so long ago. It hadn't taken much to get the Puppet back in commission, being one of the more simplistic models. As soon as she rebooted and started to look around, Henry realized she was in a similar state to Freddy: much too aware of her surroundings for a simple robot.

It made total sense, though. If Freddy had gained sentience from Michael's comparatively short influence, surely the Puppet was alive after being bonded to Charlie for so long. The one thing Henry regretted was not programming her with a voice of her own, but they'd managed to figure out how to communicate just fine and she'd been content to rest in her oversized gift box until Charlie's return.

After a moment, Henry felt a small presence next to him. Looking down, he saw Evan smiling up at him, gently tapping the Puppet's spindly leg as he told her: “I'm super glad you're back online; you and Charlie helped us so much...”

He'd already expressed his gratitude when Henry reintroduced them, but Evan felt the need to remind Puppet that he recognized that it hadn't just been Charlie watching over him and the other kids all this time.

Charlie felt some semblance of pride in the work she'd done with the Marionette. As the Puppet clung to Henry, she reached down and excitably mussed up Evan's hair, softly tussling it between her hands. Lizzie got the same treatment upon her standing next to them.

By her own, the Puppet seemed to be just as friendly and affectionate as Charlie, likely picking up her affinity for the Afton siblings as a result of Charlie's love for them. After clocking Samuel’s vague reluctance to acknowledge her, Puppet gave him a brief pat to the shoulder before slipping down from Henry's hands.

“What do you think, Sammy?” Charlie asked, beaming at the well-deserved attention her old friend was receiving. “I was thinking Puppet would fit right in at the Daycare, or even the game counter in the arcade! She does need a good home and all...”

“O-oh!” Samuel registered the fact that Charlie would want the animatronic well taken care of. Though every time he looked at the thing it gave him flashbacks to finding his sister blue faced and long dead in an alleyway— “Maybe! Maybe I-I could... I could see what space I can work out for her! Yeah...”

“If I may put in my two cents,” Freddy spoke up, slightly raising a hand to get the group's attention. “I believe the Puppet would be a perfect addition to the Daycare. She and Sun would get along wonderfully, and I am sure he would appreciate an extra set of hands.”

Henry and Michael nodded in agreement. If there was anyone in the Pizzaplex that knew how animatronic personalities would mesh together, it was certainly Freddy Fazbear. He got the most exposure to everyone, and as a natural leader always made sure to pay attention to how his fellow robots got along—favorably or otherwise. Though no one outright disliked each other, there were clear lines between personalities that made it so some characters simply wouldn't do as well with others for an extended period of time. Sun, with his bright, bubbly demeanor, got along with everyone to an extent... but he could certainly be a lot. If the Puppet by her lonesome was anything like Charlie, Freddy could already tell that she and Sun would become fast friends—and Moon as well, by extension.

“Speaking of the Daycare...,” Michael prompted, raising an eyebrow to Charlie. “We should get moving so these three can have a chat.” Out of the corner of his eye caught Evan gearing up to ask something, and before the boy uttered a syllable Michael added: “It's boring work stuff—trust me, you don't want to stay with them. How about you and Liz go find the other kids and play with them for a while? I promise we'll stop by again before we leave!”

“Yeah! Come on, Evan! Leave the boring work stuff to the boring adults!” Lizzie snagged her younger brother’s hand, sticking out her tongue at Mike and Charlie. Feigning offense, Charlie touched a hand to her chest.

“—Liz I am hurt. So hurt I'm going to go play video games upstairs,” she said with a faux-snobby tone, as if said to one-up her friend. Liz blew a raspberry at her before imparting a hug to her, pulling a laugh from Charlie. “We'll be back tomorrow!”

Puppet immediately went back to hanging onto Charlie, having silently and almost undetectably snuck over her shoulders again. Looking to the newest addition to their crew, Charlie told the young boy: “Say goodbye to Freddy, Gregory! He's gonna get a little checkup from Doc Emily.”

Bouncing back to Freddy, Gregory would give him a quick hug, unsure how long this apparent checkup would take. “Later, Dad! Love you.”

“I love you, superstar; have fun!” Freddy replied, squeezing Gregory back with a smile. After a few more goodbyes were exchanged and it was agreed Sammy would call when he and Freddy were done, Mike slipped his hand into Gregory's and led the way out of the basement.

“I guess you're coming with us for a bit, huh?” he asked, glancing side-long at the Puppet were she hung off Charlie. The animatronic slowly turned to face him and gave a short nod, causing Michael to chuckle. “That's fine! We can introduce you to Sun right now, then—or, reintroduce, I guess.”

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