#double dribble arcade

[worstvideogamesong-poll]

Worst Video Game Song Tournament - Round 4 Match 7

National Anthem - Double Dribble Arcade

VERSUS

Buying Goods at Palmira - Evergrace

FIGHT!

I would recommend listening to as much as you can of each song before voting, but how you choose is up to you! Remember to be civil in the tags and replies!

Propaganda under cut:

National Anthem:

"#double dribble tho... now THAT is some good shit #the way the crowd sounds at the end #the way the vocaloid doesnt even sound in tune #so awesome. beautifu l #chefs kiss"

"#!? ? w hat fkgg #there are actual tears in my eyes #go national anthem go"

"#Laughed SO hard at national anthem #I hope it wins the whole thing"

"#look miku’s grandpa is trying his best alright #his best is uh #not very good #but he’s trying"

Buying Goods at Palmira:

"EVERGRACE SWEEEEEEPPP I don’t even think the OST is bad I just love the game so much"

"wow hello instruments. [Buying Goods at Palmira] sounds like my sister and i messing around in wii music. badly"

"#if you guys dont vote evergrace im disowning you all #by god i will manifest an evergrace sweep of this whole tournament #evergrace: ost of all time"

Feel free to add more propaganda in the tags and replies, or send it to me in the ask box and I'll try to share it as soon as I can!

[retrocgads]

USA 1990

[gaykarstaagforever]

And now, our National Anthem, sung by Konami's 1986 arcade game, Double Dribble!

[smolbeansthings]

Have you ever had your diaper changed outside, either by you or someone else?

If you count car changes, then I'd say both.

The first incident was in high school. I stayed after school late because I wanted to skate on campus. When I needed to change, I tried to find a bathroom. Normally, I'd use the nurse's office, but alas, she was gone by this point. As my luck would have it, all the bathrooms were closed. I was so desperate for a change, and I was already leaking a bit. I decided to change in a secluded area behind the school. It was nerve-wracking trying to concentrate because of the fear of someone seeing me. Thankfully, I was able to change without incident and disposed of my diaper in the nearest trash can.

In the second incident, I was going to a meet up with some of my abdl friends at a Dave & Busters. Ate, had some alcohol, and played arcade games until closing time. Before we left, I had sprung a leak and quite a big one. Pee was steadily dribbling down my leg, triggering me until a panic attack. My friends calmed me down and asked me outside. I became nonverbal as a consequence of my anxiety attack to I was only able to respond with nodding my head yes or no. The decided that one of them would change me in my friend truck. They laid down the seats in the back as well as a towel to lay on. I overall traps were unbuckled, and I proceeded to lay down. I was double padded since I had leaked. I was a bit blushy about it but I wasn't going to complain. I was just happy I could get out of that sodden soaked diaper.

The latest incident happened at Anime Expo. I was with a friend and it was the last day of the event. I had messed myself that morning while getting ready. I stayed in it as long as possible to make sure I would've had to go again once I've changed. I waited till the last possible minute and then changed into a fresh diaper. Once we arrived and parked the car in the parking garage, we were making our way inside. Before I even got inside , an intense pain hit my stomach, and before I could even make sense of anything, I was messing my diaper. I was so frustrated. This was the thing I was afraid of happening. I didn't want to waste my diaper since I was wearing a boosted Trest it was meant to last all day for wetting accidents, not for messy ones. I thought I could ignore it and proceed inside, but after 10 minutes of walking in my filth, I was getting fussy and whiny. I urged my friend to walk me back to the car so I could change. I absolutely did not want to change a messy diaper at a Con bathroom. The walker was getting irritating, and I was sobbing on my way to the car. I had my friend a stand watch as I tried to change my diaper in the back seat of the car. But the easiest thing to do since my car is 2 seater with narrow space in the back seat. After much deliberation I was finally able to successfully clean myself up and go about my day enjoying the rest of the convention.

[humor-y-videojuegos]

Double Dribble 🏢 Konami 📅 1986 🖥 Amiga, Arcade, Commodore 64, DOS, Family Computer Disk System, Game Boy, Handheld Electronic LCD, NES, Wii #videogames

[minuy600]

Review 79-08: Atari Basketball (Arcade)

Is this the first case (aside from Pong technically) where a console game got ported to the arcade? Pretty cool if so. However, I must also say that it killed some of my motivation for writing this review.

I hope you understand that these gaps between reviews will only keep getting larger as the games get more complex, or like in this case, so antiquated that I barely got anything to say.

I'm very heavily considering the option of splitting the reviews to be per console, rather than clump them all together. It's gonna be a while before the 2600 in particular gets anything spectacular, and I don't want to wait to play the far better arcade and NES lineups.

Let's finish the 1970s before we get there though.

Graphics (4/5)

The main detractor for this game is the lack of color, which seems kinda dumb by the late 70s, but you gotta consider that most arcade games at this point in time use overlays or have what, 3 colors max? It would've been a total revolution if they did go for it, but it's not yet inexcusable not to do it.

Otherwise, this is Basketball 2600 on steroids. Pros include player models looking pretty impressively detailed and court design that actually seems pretty close to the real thing.

Essentially, if this had color, you could've confused this for a later NES title like Double Dribble, and I think that that is very good.

Sound (4/5)

This game really is a hidden trailblazer audiovisually. It's got a jolly catchy tune on the attract mode, which, despite being a single channel, is composed far better than any other game we've seen so far. Space Invaders did their thing really cleverly, however this resembles real music way more.

Also, goddamn crowd noises and ambience? Solid stuff, man. Once again, it sounds almost exactly like an NES game during gameplay.

Gameplay (3/5)

It's the 2600 version... Done better. I know, it's crazy right

Here's a quick list of things i've noticed while playing a couple rounds: -The ball does not go into the net as easily, you have to aim far better to score. It's still not hard of course, though it's better than pretty much guaranteed scoring. -The gameplay is very much faster and more fluid. The ball physics also appear a bit more realistic. -Stealing the ball seems to be less random and easier to perform.

It does enough to feel more modern without neccessarily completely outclassing the original. It's a fine if very simple game still.

Longevity (2/5)

Eh. At least it's got multiple DIP switches so you could set up a match length, and multiplayer is still alright for a go or 2 if you find a cabinet.

Overall

I'm surprised really, this ain't half bad. I wouldn't play it again in a hurry, though I can imagine it being a nice experience if you find it laying around. Most impressive are the audiovisual aspects, a big step forwards for realism. Just think of the amount of games that used similar humans to these a full generation later!

[trustbargains]

Run n gun basketball arcade game for sale

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Pump up your kicks, adjust your mouthguard and step up to Run and Gun while it’s on our arcade floor. Manufacturer of Arcade Game - Crazy Beetles Arcade Game Machine, Car Racing Arcade Game Machine - Crazy Speed, Temple Run Arcade Game Machine and 3 in 1 Gun. original 11- 8.5'' Super Basketball Konami arcade video game AD FLYER. Please note that all the items under auction have a reserve price and that we may have higher offers for. Rather than feel like a cheap ripoff, Run and Gun has a ton of charm and stands out as an underrated sports game that had no realistic chance against the massive Midway title here in the States, but deserves a handful of quarters all the same. 4 player RUN N GUN KONAMI JAMMA arcade video game board PCB CA. VULGUS SONSON PIRATE SHIP HIGEMARU 1942 COMMANDO SAVAGE BEES Gan Sumoku SECTION Z Ghostsn Goblins Tatakai no Banka. Here you will find some of our equipment for sale. Not only is the game fast-paced and straightforward, you’ll hear some strikingly similar sound bites as you land threes and “heat up”, and the music doesn’t stray far from the synthesized R&B or hip hop beats that saturated most everything in the 90s. Finally, there’s a hilarious half-time show featuring the “Cheer Girls”! Sure, you can pit convincing facsimiles of the Bulls and the Pistons against each other, but they’re only known as “Chicago” and “Detroit”, respectively. And, of course, this game is not officially licensed by the NBA. Sprites are large and detailed, with more complex animations. The first and most obvious difference is the camera angle – instead of viewing the court from the side, you’re right in the center looking down toward the hoop, with a 3D effect that immerses you in the action more than the side-scrolling featured in NBA Jam. Run and Gun differs from the more widely-known NBA Jam in a variety of ways while sharing some key similarities. Start playing in no time with the run N gun's easy setup and quickly and easily store the sturdy frame that folds down and. The run N gun features electronic scoring with in-game sound effects and a control box that is used to flip through all eight games. Sure, many gamers grew up with Arch Rivals or Konami’s previous title Double Dribble, but from ‘93 on, it was all about four-player basketball in the arcade! Take 'home court advantage' to new heights with the triumph run n gun basketball shootout.

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The “other” arcade basketball game released in 1993, Konami’s Run and Gun obviously wanted to capitalize on the success of NBA Jam with its American localization of the series known as “Slam Dunk” in Japan. This week, NBA Jam suffered an on-the-court injury that’s going to take some special attention, so we called in a substitute: The rarely-seen Run and Gun!

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Needless to say, the 90s arcade games did not disappoint.ĭo you have a favorite arcade game from the 90s? Find it on the list, along with any other games you miss and vote them up! If your game of choice isn't there, feel free to add it to help create the ultimate list of 90s arcade games.Once in while, we have to unexpectedly pull a game from the floor at Ground Kontrol for some much-needed R&R. And we can't forget the side-scrolling classic, The Simpsons, among a plethora of racing and sports games. Similarly, fighting games like Mortal Kombat II and Street Fighter II were also taking kids quarters left and right. For whatever reason, shoot 'em up style games-or light shooters-reigned as some of the most popular games throughout the 90s, such as Lethal Enforcers, Gunblade NY, Area 51, and so many more. While it's hard to beat the top arcade games of the 80s, the 90s brought with it some incredibly fun games. Simply put, nothing serves up a dose of 1990s nostalgia like a list of the best arcade games from the decade. Regardless, some of the best arcade games of all time came out of the 90s, and they remain today as many of our favorites-and have even been recreated for a range of gaming systems. Of course, we happily fed those machines our change and tokens to reach the next level or get another race in. Though arcades are a bit harder to find nowadays, true gamers (and 90s kids) will never forget the great 90s arcade games that took all our quarters growing up.

[realtylong]

Hot shots basketball game

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As well as Las Vegas Nevada and entire West Coast. Video Amusement delivers game rentals in California, San Francisco, San Jose, Santa Clara. Williams pinball company built many of the most popular pinball machines we still see today: The Addams Family, Twilight Zone, Medieval Madness, just to name e few. Giantex Foldable Basketball Arcade Game, 8 Game Options, Electronic Double Shot 2 Player w/ 4 Balls and LED Scoring System, Indoor Basketball Game for Kids, Adults 4.5 out of 5 stars 689 159.99 159. Williams Electronics, the legendary pinball maker, produced Hot Shot Basketball Arcade Game in 1992. Hot Shot Basketball Arcade Game gives players five games of power with just the flick of a button: 3 Point Line, Hot Shot, Repeat-A-Shot, Around the World, and Pushback that will appeal to kids and adults of all ages! More Information about Hot Shot Basketball Arcade Game: Always warm up before beginning a shooting session. After making a couple of shots, players are thought to become relaxed, to feel confident, and to 'get in a groove' such that subsequent success becomes more likely. When you work on your mechanics, shoot game shots from game spots. the game of basketball, a phenomenon known as the 'hot hand.' The term refers to the putative tendency for success (and failure) in basketball to be self-promoting or self-sustaining.

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Moving basket will test players’ long and short-range shooting skills. When I teach how to shoot a basketball at clinics that I host. In the competition, the player competes to see how many baskets can get by pushing the sizeable oversized button and mechanically throw the mini basketball into the hoop. Will you make it to the Hall of Fame?īig Shot Boxing was created by Colin Lane.Hot Shot Basketball Arcade Game for rent is a court action based game. Description Have fun learning the game of basketball through dribbling, passing, shooting, and defense These fundamentals of the game will be taught. There are also multiple achievements for you to unlock by winning matches, gaining titles, and defending your title. Earn some money to customize your character his gloves, shorts and boots. Based on the classic midway arcade game, the object of Hot Shot Basketball game is to either score the most points in 60 seconds or score 10 baskets in the least amount of time. When going down in a fight, you have 10 seconds to recover. Contents: Game base Backboard Basket hoop Shooter base, lever and spring Label sheet 3-panel folding. Win either by scoring the most points, or by a knockout! Make your way up the ladder and make sure to train your skills along the way, like your health, power, chin and recovery. Game Description: Hot Shots is a basketball shooting game where teams compete for the win Colored lilly pads are placed on the floor all throughout the gym.

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Schedule: Women (Hot Shot and Free Throw/3 Pt): Wednesday, Oct. Events: Hot Shot Free Throw & 3-Point Shoot. HotShots Youth Sports thanks the good people at Land OFrost, Inc. Throw out a nice combination to stun your opponent. Basketball Shoot Hot Shot Directors: Mike and Jill Bearden. Magnolia Hotshots Pambansang Manok previous match was against Talk N Text Tropang Texters in PBA, Philippine Cup. Hit your opponent with a jab, cross or uppercut and make sure to keep your guard up. Statistics are updated at the end of the game. Big Shot Boxing is a boxing game where you have to fight your way up the rankings to end your career in the boxing Hall of Fame! Start out by choosing a fighter, hire a coach, and learn some moves.

[mochatune]

Glamrock chica comforting a child with a developing eating disorder hcs.

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-you had carpooled with another family for a birthday party at the pizza plex for one of the kids, you were invited as you were neighbors with them and were good friends with the others.

-upon entering the pizza plex everyone in the small party got a complimentary fizzy faz and their cards for admission into the large mall like party plex. You had all been escorted by a bot to bring you to the party room that the family had rented out. You left your now luke warm soda on the colorful confetti colored table for one of the other kids who would happily slurp it up for you.

-you didn’t like places like this because there was too much greasy food and sugar loaded drinks, you hated anything to do with calories and promptly avoided any chance of putting any of this junk in your body.

-soon there was two large pizzas, one pepperoni and one just plain cheese. When offered you turned it down despite your gurgling stomach. You felt disgusted and an odd sense of superiority seeing the other kids shoving artificial cheese down their throats with grease dribbling down their chins as they washed it down with some pop that had also been brought.

-soon enough the birthday kids favorite animatronic came to the party room, chica walked in. She looked like a disco ball and greeted us all in a chirpy pitched voice, holding a double frosted vanilla cake with the words ‘happy birthday!’ In green jelly frosting.

-she set the cake down and everyone had crowded around the cake as everyone had sung him happy birthday with chicas pitched vocals. She went on to the mini stage located in the room and played for awhile while everyone dug in to the cake.

-You sat there watching them enjoy the food and listening to chicas guitar play an upbeat tune, Trying to focus on anything else but your hunger. Eventually she stopped and gave the birthday boy candy and some tickets for the arcade whilst she also walked around the room and offered all the children candy.

-eventually she got to you and had turned down her offer, she noticed the signs immediately. You hadn’t eaten a thing this entire time and you were pale and frighteningly skinny.

-she pulled you aside and confronted you and asked you if anything was wrong, you just said you weren’t hungry. She didn’t buy it but she was supposed to be hanging out with all the kids so you were left alone for some time.

-eventually everyone got bored of the party room and explored the plex, you had accidentally split up with them upon going to Roxanne’s raceway so you decided to explore. You had found mazercise and thought you could use a workout since you were disappointed last time you weighed yourself.

-upon entering the dreadfully pink room the person at the front desk escorted you to one of the workout stations, surprisingly not concerned about the lack of guardian. at the front of the room was chica leading the class on how to do an effective stretch. She looked directly at you as you followed along with the simple yoga poses.

-eventually the class had ended and once again chica had came to you, “hey popstar! How are ya?!” She said with questionable excitement, you said you were fine and attempted to leave before she once again pulled you aside like she had earlier in the party room.

- “hey darling, I’ve recognized you haven’t eaten much and you should always treat yourself after a nice long workout!” Despite your constant protests she had walked you to the food court and brought you a big slice of greasy cheese pizza with a can of premium pizza flavored fizzy faz.

-you were going to cry as she watched you stare blankly at the food, she asked if you were okay and you just broke. Letting everything out about the shame you had been getting from your parents for being ‘too big’ and the constant fear of calories and junk.

-if anyone gets it, it’s chica. She’s struggled with binging and purging when stressed or feeling anything other than happy to numb her emotions. She comforts you and tells you that you are beautiful and worthy of food.

-she tells you that it’s okay to eat and that no matter your body size you are always worthy of good food no matter if it’s ‘nutritious’ or not.

-she helps you take the first bite of the pizza by taking a small nibble with her beak then offers you the second bite. You smile lightly and eventually take the bite, eventually finishing the pizza and the drink.

-chica is your comfort and she will help any kid who feels unworthy, sad, lonely, etc. she’s built to help kids and takes pleasure in making others feel better. She doesn’t care if she is supposed to be somewhere else, mental health comes first.

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I’m literally so sorry if this sucks, My writing is shit but I’m trying new ideas 😭

[hermadnessmacwrites]

Guess I'm Just Human Afterall

Read with caution if you're not up to date with the manga

Some habits are hard to break.

For Izuku and Ochako, tucking their suffering safely behind the corners of a smile is practically default at this point. No need to worry the people they've saved when the peace they've earned is still so precarious, right? But sweeping things under the rug hasn't worked out well for society so far, and they've both watched Heroes break and fall after years standing tall and alone amid the Hero Rankings. Maybe it's time to stand together instead.

So why is opening up—even to each other—so hard?

Chapter 1: I must be doing this all wrong

Ochako knows, before the bite of concrete even reaches her fingertips, that this is going to cost her.

She doesn't hesitate. In a flash of pink the weight of the collapsing building vanishes and sinks like a stone into her stomach instead.

For one terrifying moment the world wavers. Black spots dance across her vision, threatening to take over, but Ochako grits her teeth and claws her way back to reality. No self-respecting Hero just gives up with lives on the line.

She won't, either.

The pain in her stomach doubles. Triples. Ochako retches, only barely managing to keep her fingers wrapped around the building's edge. Bile dribbles over the edge of her lips, but she digs her nails deeper into the rough texture instead of wiping it away. She is the only thing keeping this building in place. The only anchor keeping it here — not floating into the sky where it poses a danger to unsuspecting masses.

Not dropping onto the pedestrians they haven't yet evacuated.

Here.

But she can’t hold it forever.

“MOVE!” Ochako screams. She doesn’t have time to specify who the order is for before her stomach rolls again, but that’s okay. Like they’d been waiting for her say-so, the frozen forms around her spring into action. She can hear shouts, orders and instructions from familiar voices, and she catches a glimpse of what must be Igenium’s blue flames out of the corner of her eye.

Relief cuts through the vice-like grip her Quirk has on her stomach. She's got backup. Her classmates are backing her up.

They're not prepared. No one's in costume. This had been a group trip to the arcade before the sirens called them here. Then again, had any of them ever been prepared for the challenges — the disasters — they'd faced? Ochako doesn't think so. Still, they'd stood together as the world burned down around them and walked through the fires, well, not unscathed, but together.

And they're here with her now.

Ochako readjusts her grip and turns her head enough to spit some of the foul taste from her mouth.

They can do this.

A window on the second floor shatters, and Ochako is reminded that the fire that burned through the support beams still rages on inside. She closes her eyes against the shards of glass that pour down. They bounce off her shoulders like raindrops — individually insubstantial pinpricks notable only as part of a whole. Cacophonous crashes add to the imagery Ochako builds behind her eyelids, but she knows better than to open them. This thunder splinters on impact, showering the street in thousands of slivers that shine and scratch.

Not ideal. The visor has long since been removed from her costume, overusing her Quirk in uniform quickly unveiled that design flaw, but Ochako fervently wishes for the long sleeves of her jumpsuit. The tank top she picked for today doesn't protect against cuts and burns — even if it wouldn't have gotten in the way of her skee ball windup.

Nothing to be done about it now. The cuts on her arms sting, but they're not deep. A couple bandaids and Ochako'll be brand-new. She shouldn't have to hold out much longer. Right? She'd been holding this building for how long, now? Almost a minute? Even if it's only Iida working on evacuation, it'll take another thirty seconds, tops.

Easy.

Ochako's stomach cramps, worse than anything she’s ever felt in her entire life, and she folds in on herself. Standing up straight becomes an impossible task as her insides tear themselves apart.

Not easy, she quickly amends.

She doesn't have thirty seconds. Ochako grinds her teeth angrily — a pointless act of defiance in the face of her absolute limit. This isn't something she can fight, not even for the civilians still under the building's shadow, and the knowledge burns hotter than the blistering bricks against her skin ever could. Defeat tastes like ash and vomit on her tongue, but there's no denying it any longer.

No one's called the all clear. If someone could stabilize this building, they would have. She has seconds before the decision is out of her control.

So what's her move?

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[worstvideogamesong-poll]

Worst Video Game Song Tournament - Round 2 Match 25

National Anthem - Double Dribble Arcade

VERSUS

Fun House - Spider-Man: The Animated Series

FIGHT!

I would recommend listening to as much as you can of each song before voting, but how you choose is up to you! Remember to be civil in the tags and replies!

Propaganda under cut:

National Anthem:

"#double dribble tho... now THAT is some good shit#the way the crowd sounds at the end #the way the vocaloid doesnt even sound in tune #so awesome. beautifu l #chefs kiss"

"#!? ? w hat fkgg #there are actual tears in my eyes #go national anthem go"

"#Laughed SO hard at national anthem #I hope it wins the whole thing"

"#look miku’s grandpa is trying his best alright #his best is uh #not very good #but he’s trying"

Fun House:

"this song is so horrible I love it. it's full of samples that are so dumb like screaming and WOOHEE hehehehehehhehehehhehehehhehe"

"...Anyway this song speaks for itself. Funhouse sweep."

"#anyways. fun house fuckin ROCKS #my friend showed it to me last weekend actually and it fuckin slaps SO hard was laughin my ass off at this shit#the way the samples are so exactly on beat the audio totally clearly cut off #someone went onto free sound dot com and got FUNNY with it and it ROCKS #thank you to whoever submitted fun house soooo fuckin good"

"#there are certainly. sounds? in fun house?"

"#[Fun House] is one of the fartiest things I've ever heard. and the screams..."

"#I love fun house but it does make me feel like I’m going insane"

"#fun house my beloved ❤️ #on one hand the song's called 'fun house' so you gotta know what you're getting into #on the other hand HAVE YOU HEARD THOSE SAMPLES DUDE #this is the second-most hilarious song in this tournament and I accept no substitute"

"#EVERYBODY VOTE FUN HOUSE IT NEEDS TO TAKE HOME THE ENTIRE TOURNAMENT"

"#shit fucking spiderman song that i love"

Feel free to add more propaganda in the tags and replies, or send it to me in the ask box and I'll try to share it as soon as I can!

[s-oulpunk]

Here’s the third, and final, of the unfinished fics.  It’s just over 3k words and was last edited February 25th.  It was meant to be a fic going through the movie plot, but with Richie originally being part of Bowers’ Gang (and with more reddie and stenbrough).  Over time he ends up being friends with the Losers and leaving the Bowers’ Gang behind.  But I only ever wrote the beginning.

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“Ya know, Rich, I was thinking.  I think it’s time for initiation.”

Richie glances up curiously.  Henry’s a bit blurry through the recent exhale of smoke, but his smirk is still clear as day.  It makes Richie’s stomach twist and curl in on itself.

He takes his time removing the blunt from his lips.

“Initiation?” he says.

“If you want to be part of the group…” Henry trails off, leaving Richie more anxious than before.

“I thought I was already part of the group,” Richie says.  He shoves all the words out at once, as if he can’t stand the taste of them in his mouth.

Henry laughs, loud and boisterous.  It makes Richie flinch.  He does his best not to show it, but judging by the way Patrick grins at him, lips pulled back and teeth bared, he’s not sure he does a great job.

“Not officially,” Henry says.  He takes a drag of his own. “But don’t you want to be?”

Richie shoves his blunt back between his lips, if only so he doesn’t have to answer.

“C’mon, Tozier,” Patrick drawls.  He speaks around a blunt of his own, muffling the words slightly, and twirls his favorite lighter between his fingers.

Richie suddenly feels incredibly small.  Henry’s gang towers over Richie, who’s sitting with his back pressed harshly against the grill of Henry’s car.  His knees are pulled up to his chest, and he hopes it looks casual, but he’s hugging them closer and closer like he’s a spring ready to shoot forward.  Henry’s gang are all standing, lazily leaning against any hard surface they can find.

Their stance is casual, but they’re watching Richie like a hawk watches its prey.  Like they’re waiting to pounce.  Like they’re waiting for him to break.

But if there’s one thing Richie will never let them do, it’s break him.

“Yeah,” he says. “Of course I do.”

Henry grins wider. “Good.”

“So what is initiation?” Richie asks, forcing himself to hold eye contact.

“You’ll see,” Henry says.

“Don’t worry,” Patrick says. “It’ll be fun.”

And that is truly terrifying.

Because anything Patrick Hockstetter deems “fun” has to be some psychopathic level shit.

“Alright,” Richie murmurs, because what the fuck else is he supposed to say? “Are we gonna do it...right now?”

“You ask a lot of fucking questions,” Henry huffs. “No, we’re not gonna do it now.  Clearly.  I don’t have any of the stuff.  Jesus Christ, use your head.”

“How am I supposed to fucking know that?” Richie snaps, because he doesn’t know when to shut up apparently. “You brought it up!”

“Shut it, Tozier!” snarls Henry.

So Richie shuts it.

“We can do initiation tomorrow,” Patrick says casually. “Should be easy enough.”

Easy for them, maybe.  But Richie’s sure it’ll be hell for him.

He forces a grin anyway. “Great.”

-

Richie had been half hoping that something would postpone initiation.  But, sure enough, Victor Criss intercepts him on his way to the arcade the very next day.

“Already?” Richie squeaks out.

Victor almost looks sorry for him. “Already.”

Richie’s legs feel like jell-o as he follows him through town and deep into the forest.

He hears Henry’s gang long before he sees them.  He can hear their jeering insults and pointed laughter, and he can hear someone else.  Someone whose voice he doesn’t recognize.  Someone who’s screaming insults like his life depends on it.

But then Richie rounds the corner and his heart drops.  Because he does recognize the person.  Not enough to know his favorite color or why he wears a fanny pack or any of that dumb stuff.  But he knows he’s one of Stan’s friends - Eddie something - and he’s pretty sure that wasn’t an accident.

He feels out of it, like he’s watching the debacle from somewhere outside his own body.  But then Henry says, “Tozier!” and suddenly he’s standing at the foot of the crime.

“Hi,” he says, because he’s lame like that.

Eddie doesn’t look too roughed up.  He’s got a scrape going down the whole left side of his face, and there’s a noticeable handprint on his arm.  But that’s practically nothing compared to Henry’s usual work.

Richie swallows thickly. “Initiation?”

Henry looks pleased that he’s figured it out. “Yup.”

He shoves Eddie with perhaps more force than necessary, sending him flying to his knees at Richie’s feet.  He can hear Eddie hiss in pain as various rocks and gravel dig into his knees.  It makes Richie wince.  Which can’t be good, because he’s sure he’s supposed to be doing more than just staring at him.

“For fuck’s sake, Tozier!” Patrick snaps, making Richie jump nearly a foot in the air. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Just - give me a minute,” Richie says.

He glances back down at Eddie, which is a mistake because he looks like he wants to murder Richie right about now and it makes Richie’s entire throat close up.  His unease must show on his face because Eddie’s on his feet in a flash, squaring his shoulders and trying his best to look tough despite being a good four inches shorter than Richie.

“Who the fuck are you?” he spits.

Richie glances helplessly towards Henry.  Richie isn’t supposed to be at the front of the lines.  He’s supposed to be at the back, cheering Henry on and pushing back any lingering feelings of guilt.  But Henry isn’t any help now.  He just shrugs, his face emotionless, which is basically code for: figure it out, bitch.

“What’s wrong, Tozier?” Patrick drawls. “Scared of some little fag?” He cocks his head curiously. “Or maybe you’re one of them.  Maybe he’s caught your attention.”

And Richie’s not sure what it is.  If it’s the fact that Eddie’s stare is starting to make him feel a little frozen, or if it’s the fact that Patrick’s words hit a little too close to home.  Either way, Patrick’s barely finished the words before Richie’s grabbing fistfulls of Eddie’s hair and chucking him back to the ground.

Eddie hits the ground with an ‘umph,’ landing face first in the dirt.

Richie can hear Henry and his gang spring to life.  They’re cheering and screaming and it’s all making Richie’s head hurt.  But the silence is worse.

“Is that true, Eds?” he taunts. “Are you a fag?”

Eddie grits his teeth. “That’s not my name.”

“Oh, but the rest of it is true?”

“Fuck off!” Eddie’s stumbling to his feet faster than Richie can comprehend “Why don’t you just go and fuck off!  What the fuck do you know?”

Richie can feel his stomach churning.  And yet he pushes forward anyway.

“Aww, c’mon, don’t be like that.” Henry and his goons are howling around them, only spurred on by Eddie’s reddening cheeks. “Tell me, is it exciting being surrounded by this many men?”

“Fuck off,” Eddie repeats, weaker now.

Richie forces himself to grin, doing his best to copy Henry’s shark impression. “Don’t you want my - Oh, fuck!”

“Oh my God!”

“What the fuck?”

“Dude?”

“Tozier, what the hell?”

Richie coughs wetly, still doubled over at the waist.  He does his best not to wince as spit dribbles past his lips, landing in disgustingly large drops on Eddie’s shoes.  Not that it matters much.  He’s already covered in Richie’s vomit anyway.

“Sorry,” Richie whispers, because he’s an idiot.  Eddie, who's taken to gagging loudly, doesn’t seem to hear him.  Which Richie supposes is the best case scenario based on their situation.  But he still can’t help but wish Eddie had heard him.

“I’m - I need - I can’t-”

“Calm down,” Belch huffs. “It’s just some vomit.” He shoves Eddie harshly, hardly blinking as he lands on his hands and knees in the vomit pile.  Eddie gags loudly, loud enough that Richie fears he might vomit himself, but doesn’t dare get up again, not with Henry looming over him like he is.

“C’mon, Tozier,” Henry hisses.  His eyes are lit up, making him look even more crazed than before.  This is fun for Henry, Richie realizes.  Not only hurting Eddie, but torturing Richie into doing it as well. “Hit him.  Just once.  Just once, and you’re in.”

Eddie’s eyes are wide and pleading.  They remind him of the look the mama birds would give him and Stan if they crawled too close to their nest.  Quiet and wary and silently begging them not to come any closer.  That feels like an eternity ago.  He always used to complain when Stan would drag him out to go birdwatching, but currently he would give anything to be there instead.

Unfortunately, he has nothing to give.

“C’mon,” Henry repeats.  He sounds more frustrated now, and it makes Richie flinch. “It’s not that hard.”

“I - I can’t-”

“Sure you can!” Henry chirps, as if they’re talking about a math problem he can’t solve. “It’s easy.”  He swings his fist out, pulling it back mere centimeters from Eddie’s face.  Though it doesn’t make contact, Eddie still lets out a yelp and flinches backwards. “See?”

“I don’t - I dunno-”

Henry sighs heavily. “Do you want to do this another day?”

Richie perks up a bit at that.  That’s an option? “Can I?”

“Of course,” Henry says flippantly. “Probably better anyway, we can find someone more suited for the position.”

He doesn’t name a name, but the threat hangs in the air anyway.

Stan.

Before Richie can second guess himself, he pulls his fist back and swings it against Eddie’s nose.  The smaller boy flies backwards, landing with a thud backwards on the ground.  His hands are pressed up against his nose, fresh blood spilling between the fingers, and his eyes are squeezed shut.  Richie thinks he can see a few stray tears escape.

For a single, ridiculous, moment he wants to rush over and wipe them away.  But then Henry’s clapping him on the back and Patrick’s congratulating him, and Richie is harshly reminded of his place in the world.

-

Richie does not go home after that.

Instead he walks the all too familiar pathway to an old friend’s house.  The roads haven’t changed, he doesn’t think anything’s been renovated his whole life.  It’s almost painfully nostalgic.  A reminder of an easier time.

Stan is the one to answer the door, thank God, and while he doesn’t necessarily look disappointed to see Richie, he definitely looks less than happy.

“Rich?” he murmurs, glancing around like he expects someone to jump out at him.  Richie supposes he can’t blame him. “What are you doing here?”

“Stan,” he whimpers.  He finds he missed the feeling of his friend’s name on his tongue. “I did something bad.”

This, to his horror, starts the waterworks.  Tears come pouring down his face at an alarming speed, dripping down his cheeks and fogging up his glasses.

Luckily, Stan doesn’t have a mean bone in his body.  It’s been months since they’ve had a proper conversation, but he doesn’t waste any time wrapping Richie in his arms and tugging him close.

“It’s alright,” he murmurs, though Richie’s sure he knows it’s a lie. “You’re alright.  I’ve got you.”

“I-I didn’t wuh-want to,” Richie moans brokenly, trying to ignore how his voice breaks. “I swuh-swear I didn’t, Stanny.”

“I know,” Stan mumbles. “It’s alright.”

Except it’s not alright, because Stan doesn’t know. The thought just makes Richie cry harder.

“Hey, hey,” Stan coos. “Do you wanna come in?  I can make hot chocolate.”

Richie finds himself nodding before he can fully process what he’s doing.  Not that he minds, he’s missed Stan a fuckton in the last few months.  And, besides, Stan makes the best hot chocolate in the world, even if he doesn’t put in nearly enough chocolate.

Richie’s dragged inside the Uris household, where luckily Stan seems to be the only one home.

Stan grabs a chair from the dining table and drags it into the kitchen, setting it gently next to the stove so Richie can sit with him as he warms the milk.

It’s silent, for the most part.  Richie sits, tear tracks drying on his cheeks, and Stan stirs the milk gently.  He doesn’t press for information, which Richie is grateful for.  He doesn’t know how he would explain.  But a part of him thinks Stan only refrains from asking in fear of what the answer might be.

Richie hardly notices Stan’s finished the hot chocolate until he’s pressing the mug into Richie’s hands.  Richie takes it gratefully, clutching it between both hands as he raises it slowly to his lips.  Stan even put extra chocolate powder in for him.  That thought alone is nearly enough to make Richie start crying again.

Stan kneels next to him, one hand gently resting on Richie’s knee, the other reaching out to intertwine their fingers together.

“You don’t have to hang out with them, you know,” Stan murmurs.

The sentence makes Richie’s throat close up again.  He desperately wishes that it were true.

“Who do you suggest I hang out with instead?  Your mother?” Richie jokes lamely.

Stan rolls his eyes. “My mother is the one who bought that hot chocolate mix, show some respect.”

“Sorry, Mrs. Uris.”

Stan chuckles quietly. “I’m serious, though.  They’re awful people.”

“So am I,” Richie huffs. “Who else is gonna handle my annoying ass?”

“Well, I’ve been doing it for eleven years.”

“Yeah, need to give you a break,” Richie grins, though it doesn’t meet his eyes. “Anyone stuck with me for that long is bound to go crazy.”

“Believe me, I’ve gone crazy.  And I’m sure my friends would all love you, Rich.”

Richie bites back a wince. “I dunno about that,” he mumbles, barely audible.

Stan cocks his head, as if he’s about to ask why, when the phone rings.

“Hold that thought,” he sighs.  Stan walks away and Richie immediately feels a wave of cold wash over him.  He wants to call out to him, to ask him to come back.  He can’t stand the feeling of being in his own head.  But he’s asking so much of Stan already. “Hello?  Oh.  I’ll - Yeah.  Jesus Christ.  Okay.  I’ll be right there.”

Richie knows what’s just happened before Stan even turns around.  All he can do is sit and wait, heart nearly beating out of his chest, as Stan stands, steaming, next to the telephone.

“Richie,” he finally says. “Did you punch Eddie in the face?”

Richie tenses, his grip tightening around the mug. “I threw up on him too.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“I know.”

Stan pinches the bridge of his nose, and for one ridiculous moment, Richie can’t help but notice how much he looks like his father.  It makes Richie feel like a little kid again, about to be scolded for spilling his mac and cheese on the freshly cleaned couch.

“Why?” Stan says. “Why’d you do it?”

Richie just shrugs.  Because what answer could he give that would satisfy him, anyway?

Stan stares at him for a moment longer, as if he still expects an answer.  When one doesn’t come, he lets out a heavy sigh. “I have to go.  You’re welcome to stay over if you want.  I just - I’ll be back later.”

And then he’s gone and Richie is, once again, alone.

-

Eddie does not look good.

His nose is swollen, there’s blood caking his upper lip, and he still smells vaguely of vomit.  It makes Stan just a little sick himself to think that Richie caused this.  He’s sure that it would be worse if one of Henry’s other goons decided to pick on him instead, rather than forcing Richie to do their dirty work, but it’s still strange.  The Richie he knows wouldn’t hurt a fly.

“Holy shit,” Stan croaks out.

“I know,” Eddie groans.  His words are slightly muffled by the pack of frozen peas Bill is holding to his face. “They said it was for initiation.  Bowers’ gang officially has a new member.” He fakes a weak cheer.

“I don’t understand why anyone would want to join that group,” Mike says, shuddering.

“He’s probably a psychopath,” Bev grunts. “You would have to be.  No sane person would willingly associate with Henry Bowers.”

A part of Stan wants to jump to Richie’s aid, to insist that he’s just a confused kid.  He’s no different from the rest of them.  But another part of him agrees.  Richie has to be crazy to continue putting himself in situations like that.

“But why Eddie?” Ben frowns.

“He www-wuh-was just at the wrong place at the wrong tt-tuh-time,” Bill says, eyes never leaving Eddie’s bruised face. “It could’ve b-been any of us.”

Except it couldn’t have.  Because the Bowers’ gang has been going surprisingly easy on Stan ever since Richie started hanging out with them.  It’s not much, he’s still getting shoved into lockers and tripped in the hallway, but he’s never cornered when they spot him alone anymore.

A part of him is glad, it’s nice not to watch his back anymore.  But another, bigger, part of him is overrun with guilt.  He hates seeing the fear in his friends’ eyes when he knows he has nothing to worry about.

And yet he still fears the day it all comes to a halting stop.

“I’m sorry, Eddie,” Stan murmurs. “That’s fucked up.”

“So who is it?” Bev asks. “Who’s our latest torturer?”

“Richie Tozier,” Eddie says. “That asshole from english who talks way too loud.”

“Oh,” Bev murmurs. “That’s - That’s not who I was expecting.”

Bill finally tears his eyes away from Eddie, insteading blinking curiously at Bev. “Yuh-You know him?”

“I didn’t know he had any friends,” Eddie grumbles.

“We’re not -  We just smoked together a couple times freshman year,” Bev shrugs. “He seemed alright.  But, whatever, fuck him.  He’s an asshole.”

“Yeah, fuck him,” Eddie mumbles.

“Maybe,” Stan starts, then immediately tries to fall back.  But the whole Losers Club is staring at him, waiting patiently for him to continue.  So he does, “Maybe he’ll have a change of heart.  You said it was only - only his initiation, right?”

Eddie scoffs. “Please.  As soon as you willingly choose to hang out with Bowers, you’re unredeemable.”

“I dunno about that,” Mike says, because he’s the kindest soul Stan’s ever met. “I think everyone’s redeemable on some level.”

Bill glances at his curiously, a fond smile on his lips. “E-E-Even Patrick Hockstetter?”

Mike chuckles. “If he worked really hard, yes.”

-

If you liked the story, feel free to reach out and maybe I’ll continue!  I don’t write for Richie much anymore, but I do still really like this idea, and I have a few scenes for this fic that I never got to write.

[wariofranchisefanblog]

All appearences and references of Wario characters in non-Wario games

I love Wario’s supporting cast, so this was only a matter of time. Also apologies for the long and picture heavy post, but I’m not risking Tumblr messing up a Read More by falsely flagging it again.

Mario's Super Picross (1995)

Several mooks from Wario Land 1 appear as puzzles.

Game & Watch Gallery 2 (1997)

A Wandering Goom appears in Wario's Modern version of Ball.

Game & Watch Gallery 3 (1999)

A Seagull from Wario Land 2, appears in the second stage of Modern Donkey Kong Jr.

Picross NP Vol.7 (2000)

The game includes a set of Wario Land 2 based puzzles, featuring several mooks and even Captain Syrup!

Dr. Mario 64 (2001)

The roster is almost exclusively Wario Land 3 characters, additionally a Para-Goom hosts the menus.

Super Smash Bros Melee (2001)

The description for the Mario & Wario Bucket trophy mentions Wanda by name.

Game & Watch Gallery 4 (2002)

The game features a update of G&W3's DK Jr. remake, meaning the Seagull is back too and Hen appears alongside Wario in Modern Fire Attack.

Mario Golf: Toadstool Tour (2003)

Bobo's name can show up on the scoreboard.

Daigasso! Band Brothers (2004)

Ashley's theme is one of the songs in this game.

Donkey Konga 3 (2005)

The Mona Pizza theme is in the game, which doubles as a reference to Mona and a vocal cameo for Sal Out and the Pizza Dinosaur mooks.

Mario Kart Arcade GP/GP 2 (2005/”007)

While the Diamond City tracks of the Arcade GP games sadly did not bother to include any character cameos, it did have Dribble and Spitz’s taxi place, along with some buildings that may be nods to locations introduced in the first WarioWare and it’s respective characters.

There’s a Gelateria (Mona), a old fashioned japanese castle (Kat & Ana) and a building with the Club Sugar logo on it (Jimmy).

Mario Superstar Baseball (2005)

Weathervanes from Wario World appear in Wario Palace. And yeah, they are more of a mechansim then characters, but I wouldn't feel complete without counting them.

Rhythm Tengoku (2006/7)

In the GBA version the Alien Bunnies appear in in Remix 7 and 8 as cadets in Marching Orders, while the Arcade version gives them a cameo on the congratulations screen.

Rhythm Heaven (2008)

The Alien Bunnies make a cameo on the moon in Remix 2, and they also appear on the Superb end screen of Remix 9.

Super Smash Bros Brawl (2008)

Kat & Ana appear as a Assist Trophy and Jimmy and some Fronks appear in microgames on the WarioWare Inc. stage.

Much of the WarioWare cast also appears as stickers, namely Wario, Mona, 9-Volt, Jimmy, Kat, Ana, Dribble, Spitz, Orbulon, Dr.Crygor, 18-Volt, Ashley, Penny and Young Cricket. Mike makes no visible appearence, but his theme song has a remix.

Additionally JIMYT, MONA and 9VOLT are some of the names that can be gotten when using the Random Name button.

Jam with the Band (2008)

Ashley's theme was DLC for this game.

Rhythm Heaven Fever (2011)

The Alien Bunnies are at it again, making an appearence in Working Dough 2 and even Young Cricket get's to make an appearence, as the male protagonist of Kung-Fu Ball.

Fortune Street (2011)

Wario mentions both Rudy and the Black Jewel from Wario World by name.

Mario Party 9 (2012)

The friends in question that are mentioned here could very well be the WarioWare crew, I like to think so at least.

Mario Kart 8 (2014)

I'm going to be a bit daring with that claim, but Mount Wario really does make me think of Jimmy's minigame in Game & Wario and having Waluigi serve as the staff ghost for the track heavily strikes me as a nod to ol' Jimmy.

NES Remix 2 (2014)

Wario's Woods is one of the games featured here, so several Woods characters appear in a bit of a different context due to the objective structure, namely the Sprouts, Wanda, Fauster, Boom and Mad.

Nintendo Badge Arcade (2014)

The Badge Arcade pretty much used Ashley as a mascot, but even beyond that there was a WarioWare set, featuring the whole main cast of WarioWare + Joe and a Majora's Mask set.

Additionally there were quite a lot of Wario game cartridge badges, which do technically contain Dangerous Duck, Wandering Goom, Wanda and Sprout cameos, but they are so pixelated and small that it's very hard to tell.

Super Smash Bros For (2014)

Ashley now joins Kat & Ana as an AT and 5-Volt serves as the major obstacle of the Gamer stage.

WarioWare Inc. returns in the 3DS version and Jimmy and the Fronks are still there, while the Gamer stage has it's own cameos. Said cameos are Ana, 9-Volt, 18-Volt, 5-Volt, Ashley, Mona, Jimmy, Young Cricket, Spitz, Pyoro and the yellow people from Shutter (Mona's Game & Wario microgame).

Lastly Kat, Ana, Ashley, Mona, Dr. Crygor, 5-Volt and 9-Volt all have trophies.

Art Academy: Home Studio (2015)

A drawing of Ashley appeared in a promo video for the game.

Daigasso! Band Brothers P (2015)

Ashley's theme along with a music video are DLC for this game.

On top of that there is the WarioWare x Band Brothers collab contest, we still don't know which entries won, but we do know that these remixes and relevant character cameos will follow as DLC.

Rhythm Heaven Megamix (2015)

Working Dough 2 is back and thus so are the Alien Bunnies, there is also a plush cameo of Ashley and the entire main cast (at the time) appearing in the Wario...Where? challenge sets. Wario, Mona and Dr. Crygor even make two appearences each.

Super Mario Maker (2015)

Ashley appears as a Mystery Suit, along with Wario.

Super Smash Bros Ultimate (2018)

The spirit selection covers a very healthy selection of Wario characters, Kat and Ana even serve as a Master Spirit in World of Light, while Ashley retains her AT role.

All stage cameos are still there except for Young Cricket, who is replaced by Penny. Mike still has no direct appearence, but he is referenced in Crygor's spirit battle and his theme is back. Additionally, Bobo is referenced in Captain Syrup's spirit battle.

[humor-y-videojuegos]

Double Dribble Año: 1987 Plataformas: Amiga, Game Boy, Commodore 64, NES, Arcade, Famicom Disk System, PC

[poly-bus]

so I was thinking a TyVan date at an arcade, if you wanna do something with that? just a fun lil date with a tiny bit of competition but they just dick around and stuff?

Ooo, I really love this request. :O

Fluff and adorable date fluff at that. Hope you don’t mind but I’ll add in a double date with some high School AU dribbled in. ;)

Thank you for leaving a pleasant and simple request :))

~Podz

[fazbearsecuritycrew]

AUGUST 1995 - “M-M-Mama, Daddy! A-Are you there?”

Even after being back here for quite some time now did his eyes still not adjust to the darkness. It was strange, being able to feel the cold checkered floor without really being able to see it.

On the other side of the door, no longer did silly children’s songs or the sound of beeping arcade machines float down the hall.

He heard no children. He heard no adults.

He heard no one, and he was all alone.

His tear stained eyes had been rubbed raw, throat and voice just as tender. The mask was chaffing his nose, but he promised he wouldn’t take it off.

He stayed near the door, where at least the cracks between the walls provided a little light. He would much rather stay over here, anyway, especially when he started seeing things moving in the darker corners of the room.

Something clattered to the floor. 

He arose shakily, allowing himself a single step forward. “H-H-Hello?” he stuttered, trying to pry open his swollen eyes. “I-I-Is anybody there?”

There was a hum, and the poor boy nearly fell backwards when another, smaller kid stepped forth from the shadows. His eyes narrowed in fear, taking in the bloody bandages and tear stains that ran down the boy’s frail looking face.

“Hi,” the smaller boy whispered. “Do you know who I am? It’s me.”

He took a step back. “Who are you?” His hands balled at his sides.

A cold chill enveloped him. Bright lights flashed in his eyes, and he found himself doubled over when a pain shot through his head.

He cried out, moaning when the feeling got worse. It felt like his head was being stomped on over, and over, and over, and over again. 

Before his eyes did people appear. People, and places, and things he had never seen, never heard, never met.

He clutched at his head so hard that his fingers felt numb, the first signs of blood appearing on his index nails.

“Can you see it, too?”

He whimpered as confirmation to the boy’s question, although it was more or less to vocalize the stabbing through his head.

Not long after his response did the headache finally begin dying down. He let a sigh of relief escaped, trying to ignore the taste of copper on his lips.

“...Why? W-Why did that happen?”

There was no noise in the room. His eyes felt heavy, so he went to sleep on the tile floor that night, dreaming of memories that weren’t his.

tomorrow is another day.

He heard other voices, but by the time he opened his eyes, the boy from yesterday was the only one standing in the room.

His gaze was not cold, per say, but maybe untrusting. He couldn’t help but shrink under the look.

He got up from his spot on the checkered floor, trying to win the battle between dizziness and the need to throw up.

He was only a tiny bit taller than the other boy, but his presence was haunting. The outline of his body flickered. He rubbed his eyes. 

"Do you remember your name?"

“What? O-Of course I...”

While he started his statement with confidence, it trickled off once he started drawing blanks. 

The younger boy frowned. “You don’t remember?”

Then suddenly he was right on him, staring at him with round, childish eyes. His head tilted, cupping his face with tiny hands.

“Can you see it now?”

Lights flashed again. He blinked, finding himself standing in an unfamiliar room.

Four children lay sprawled out on the ground. 

He opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out. His hands shook, palms laced with blood. He couldn’t help but hug himself. 

A bloody blade glinted in the dark. A faceless man towered above him, a moving mouth with noiseless words.

There was the man, and then the boy. His wails grew louder and louder. There was the boy, who flickered back into the man. There was the man.

Thin fingers bruised his wrists. There was an even tighter pressure on his neck, leaving his mouth open and gasping for air. His eyes burned when his lungs did. 

He coughed, the last bit of air leaving his body.

He coughed again. A sickly sweet liquid spilled from his mouth. He wheezed.

His hands protectively hovered over his head. Choked sobs left his sight blurry and his brain starved for oxygen.

The liquid dripped to the checkered tile, every drop staining the floor with a disturbing discoloration. The tears cleared enough for him to look around the room. 

There were no children. There was no man.

He looked around for the boy, but there was no one there.

tomorrow is another day.

His empty stomach was the thing that woke him up from sleep. He curled tighter into a ball, willing the feeling to leave. The little saliva left in his mouth did nothing to wet his split lips.

That sticky, black liquid sat on his cheeks, crusting up near his lash line. 

His limbs were leaden against the floor, and even then did he doubt he’d be able to pick them up. His eyes had gotten used to the dark those few hours of the first day, but now they were so puffy he couldn’t even pry them open.

Footsteps echoed in the dark room. He felt warm breath against his ear. Gentle hands turned his head to face the ceiling. 

Glassy eyes crept over to see who moved him. It was the young boy, back yet again for another day. 

Up close, his skin was paper white, heavy dark circles hanging underneath thin eyelids. His lips were cracked and dried, faint traces of dried blood underneath peeling skin. 

His mouth opened. 

“There was a boy- just like you. He was our friend. There was a party for him, but then we got hurt.” 

Birthday candles. Six. A soft glow from the fire adorned a freckled boy’s face. Glitter was everywhere.

“They don’t remember what happened, but he does. He knows everything that happened, but he doesn’t remember. He forgot about them, but they didn’t forget about him. We need him to remember.”

Chubby freckled cheeks, a wide grin giving way to a gap between front teeth. skin scented like birthday cake. Honey brown hair was instead tinted red. 

Blue met green, and the freckled boy faded from his sight. 

“I can get you out of here if you do that. I can save you. Can you help us?”

He attempted to vocalize a response, the farthest he got being more liquid dribbling down his chin with a weak cough. He nodded.

The younger child smiled.

“Then go to sleep, Jeremy. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He let his eyes slide closed.

tomorrow is another day. 

(what did jeremy see?)