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dafukdidiwatch · 4 years ago

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Chapter 9 and 10 End

Got to go, running late on things. Will do recap later

TL;DR: I’m screaming, parent issues are are abundant as abusive and manipulation, and I have a new ship going on.

Edit: Ok I am back and I have new theories on everything going on because Fuck I’m down the rabbit hole here. Where or where do I fucking begin.

Really this session just hammers down the different type of abuse that poor Lucy is going through. It’s even color coded and everything. Blue being cold, isolation, physical and emotional neglect from Thierry. Vs the Red of warm, attentiive, possessive and emotional manipulation that is Fidelia.

I don’t doubt that Fidelia cares for Lucy. But it obviously is really twisted if like only one day in Fidelia is already trying to run Lucy’s life how she thinks it should be. Honestly Seiji nailed it when he pointed out the outfit change was more for Fidelia’s taste instead of Lucys’s.

And this chapter is nothing more than family secrets revealed to Sylas isn’t it? Like, how far do you have to break the boy he’s already hurt enough. His dad literally hating his eldest and lawful child, hates his mother, 100% willing to have an affair and have more children and being told flat to his face he is nothing but a tool. It hurt to learn he was there just as a ploy for Fidelia to keep Lucy to herself, but I loved how he still cared for his half siblings. He wasn’t angry at Emilia’s existence, but how Fidelia had seemed to cast her to the wolves that is their father. He wanted to learn more about Lucy as a person, as his sibling, and was happy that it sounded like they wanted to connect too. But of course he couldn’t because Fidelia made sure to try and nuke that chance before it could bloom. Leaving them both just as lonely as ever.

Ugh it sucks so much because Lucy left from one form of isolation abuse to another!

And a minor note, Peony is probably another bastard child of Fidelia and Dubois. Her and Emilia are probably twins than Dubois didn’t want to take care of both of them so he found a way to ditch one into the streets. I mean, it’s the fucking nose people! The timeline merges and fit to one complicated mess that wouldn’t have happened if two people didn’t decide to bone down.

God I want to know what January will think of this, hearing that the anomaly they were supposed to hunt down is now Fidelia’s pet favorite. Actually, now that Lucy is here, will Fidelia even care for January as much? Or will she still try since this is her way of manipulating the council.

Rin is apparently living her best life as a wolf monster of not giving a fuck and about to do some dirty backdoor dealings with Fidelia. That is Not going to bode well.

And finally, Seiji. Wow did that Bastard Man manage to change my perception of him. You bastard, how dare you make me like you. Fucking Twerp. But god, he is trying to get it through to Sylas that he should go after someone who Likes Him. Which, puts Sylas first as part of his feelings, but also can be flipped on to himself because if Sylas is straight, then Seiji should go after someone who likes him. And that hurts.

And then when he talked to Lucy, like first time ever talked to Lucy, it was cute. It was dramatic. It felt like a normal conversation where they aren’t putting on airs with each other and just trying to figure shit out. And it was, really cute. He has this fucking “devil-may-care” rogue persona that he defaults to when he feels cornered, hence the kiss to piss people off. But, having that be your first form of romantic interest after being in isolation for 5 years, I can see why Lucy may be smitten.

Of Course....it sucks that Seiji only managed to put 2 and 2 together on Lucy and Cylas AFTER he dipped. But he got there eventually. The disaster bastard man.

I think I have a thing where I can only approve of ships if I see some in-canon connection/plausibility first. And it wasn’t a pair I would see dating. But I honestly hope there could be some feelings that sprout between the two. Some emotional development that doesn’t center around emotional abuse since Seiji knows what’s up with Fidelia and calls her out on that.

And since this post couldn’t possibly get any longer: underneath are my theories and just what is up with Morgan and Thierry.

This is what happens when I get caught up on comics, I have IDEAS.

Let’s start off somewhere simple here: Timeline.

Fidelia and Dubois have affair. Multiple times. And it resulted in Morgan. Something Something happened and they pushed Morgan into hiding so it has no connection to them. I’m also thinking that because of how Morgan has no connection to them, since Fidelia lost touch with her kid, she made sure/blackmail the Dubois to raise their next kid as his own to make sure they are taken care of. Hence Emilia’s life.

Anyway Morgan was sick, went to the care of Joe Rothart and Dr. Malliet, where a sudden Husk attack killed Morgan and Dr. Malliet 5 years ago. Where Thierry took them to be raised as “Lucien” under his care.

Thierry “gave up everything” for the kid, meaning he thought it was in his best interest to take Morgan.

The reason Joe has a soft spot for Husks is probably because Dr. Malliet was his significant other/partner. Tobi asked if they “broke up” so it implies they were dating. See here I was thinking that Morgan was like, Joe’s brother or something, way older at the very least. But Morgan was the sickly kid, the patient, and Malliet was the other Husk Expert trying to help.

Basically what I’m saying is that Thierry and Joe were lovers. Thierry Rothart is really Dr. Thierry Malliet. While trying to help Morgan, he used his own magic to maybe siphoned the illness away or something and ended up turning into a Husk himself. So when he squirreled away with Morgan (Lucy) he took the last name of Rothart as a momento of their past relationship/ what could have been and as a way of hiding himself.

Also, Ivy isn’t his cat.

We fucking saw what happened with Captain Yiff of the Wolf Brigard. She turned into wolf mode like Jade did. However!!! Thierry became the bird man of Alcatraz and sprouted feathers. AND! Husks are people who literally reabsorb their magic familiars back into themselves. Meaning that Thierry can’t have absorbed his Peacock Bird familiar AND have Ivy the CAT be his active familiar.

The only way I can think this was any way possible to have a “have your cake and eat it too” moment is because of Su. Su never had magic to begin with, and how she’s a Goat Husk, implying if she did have access to magic her familiar would be a goat. The same could have happened to Lucy.

It was stated that for a Husk the magic comes from the eyes, and eyes are the windows of the soul. Trying to heal Morgan resulted in draining the magic from their eye and that magic latched itself into Thierry, turning him into a peacock man.

....why he wants to have his house be a shrine of peacocks of what he did instead of his own fucking cat, I will never know.

Regardless, I’m thinking that after Thierry did manage to cure Morgan, since he took their eye (again, part of the soul) it probably resulted in memory loss too. I’m thinking that the eyepatch is just covering a hole or dark powers because if Lucy has like one-eye in husk mode that would be really stupid.

It also better explains Ivy helping out Thierry’s Husk mode. Familiars are conduits of magic that allows the Mages/Magicians to safely use their magic without overloading. That’s why when the magic is reabsorbed into the person the magic is out of control and fluctuates on emotion. The animals are safeguards. So Ivy, as Thierry’s familiar, is able to drain away the magic in his emotional states. But that also backfires because draining away magic that wasn’t necessarily his means it was also draining away his memory, hence his behavior issues with Lucy.

Which can also explain Lucy’s own “magic draining powers” is because they is out of balance. They aren’t like non-magic people where they aren’t able to access their magic. They aren’t like regular magicians where an animal familiar is there to help manage magic. And they aren’t like Husks where all the magic is fully absorbed into their body. Because they don’t have access to their original magic source (Thanks Thierry) their body is trying to balance itself out by siphoning the magic of others. Fill in the gap as it were. Which only works if they are in close physical contact with a magic source. But because it isn’t their original magic, it doesn’t last long. That’s why even though Ana was drained completely of magic, Lucy is unable to use it anymore, or at the very least can’t access it as easily.

The only other thing I could think of is how the hell does Fidelia connect with Thierry. Because Ivy was scared shitless of her or the thought of her. She probably threatened them both as Dr. Malliet to do “whatever it takes” to cure Morgan, and we all know how possessive she is with her children.

Long story short, Dr. Thierry Malliet did some experimental treatment which resulted in his husk form and Morgan’s cure/memory loss/magic issues. To protect themselves from being hunted, he fake their deaths and hid away as a recluse and raising Morgan as Lucy so the city’s magic leaders won’t hunt them down.

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katherinemallory · 4 years ago

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#3 The departure

Hell is empty and all the previous chapters are here: #1 #2

I couldn’t believe I had overslept. When I looked at my alarm clock, it was a few minutes after 9 A.M., meaning I was nearly late to my medical.

Quick, I murmured to myself. I had less than half an hour to wash and dress up, so I didn’t have enough time to eat a proper breakfast.

When I was drinking my everyday cup of Earl Grey, I checked my phone just to notice one unread message. Damn, I thought, it could have woken me up, if my phone wasn’t on silent mode again... The text message has been sent from an unknown number:

Thanks for spending the evening with me. Now don’t let M scare you. Good luck, Kath.

The message amused me. So, he knows my phone number already, I thought, trying to remember if I ever gave it to him. No, I definitely didn’t. That’s the kind of things they teach you at the SIS: how to spy on a girl you like.

Quick, Kath, I kept repeating, as I tried to brush my hair. After a few minutes I was ready (thank God I’ve never worn any make-up... such a waste of time). I picked one of my black suits, grabbed my coat and ran outside.

I rapidly opened my car’s door - it was pretty cold for a December day in London - and I checked my look in the rear-view mirror. Not bad, I said out loud, as I started the engine. There were 10 minutes left until my medical. Step on it, Kath. Direction: MI6 Headquarters.

I’ve been driving as fast as I could, so naturally I caught the eye of a one younger male driver when we stopped on a red light. I didn’t mean to show off (I just wanted to arrive at the SIS as soon as possible), but the look on his face was quite satisfying.

But my mind was elsewhere. I’ve been still analyzing my date with James Bond... It went far better than I could expect and I had to admit that Bond had made a pretty good impression on me. Let’s sum it up: he’s reasonably older than me (to hell with my preferences, surely Bond was more suitable for a thirty-something woman just like me than a man twice older than her...), he’s witty (this is his greatest quality without a doubt...), he’s bloody handsome (honestly, I’m not very much into blondes... or am I?), he’s a true gentleman (so far he appears to be one - there are not many gentlemen left in this world)... And don’t forget about the charm...

When I finally arrived, I glanced at my watch: two minutes to 10 A.M. Perfection. As I passed by the guards and then took the elevator down for my meeting with Q, I continued to consider Bond as my future life partner.

Yeah, Bond seems to be nearly perfect except for... his womanizing and the fact that we work together. No, Kath, let’s be realistic: you could never be with someone who’s got a never-ending dating history... Not for real... And this service at the double-0 section thing... It also doesn’t augur well.

The amount of time I had spent thinking about Bond surprised me. Before the date I was able to resist the man, but now I wasn’t so sure anymore. Did I really fall for his charms? Damn. It felt really strange.

The elevator’s door opened. I’ve seen a vast "room" full of shelves and any kind of machinery you could think of. The walls were made of brick and the furniture was rather raddled. The "room" had no windows and there was pretty dark there.

A young-looking man approached me.

“Hello. You must be 002, M’s told me about the medical.”

He had short, dark hair, and in the room’s lighting his eyes seemed to be grey. Despite his deceiving appearance, I presumed he was older than me. He was wearing a brown corduroy-collared suit and a red tie, all making him look like someone who dresses elegantly, but only to such extent no one could say he doesn't care for the job. He was smiling.

“I’m your Quartermaster,” he continued as I didn’t react to his greeting. “Nice to meet you.”

“Hello, Q”, I replied. “Yes, I’m 002, but you can call me Kath if you wish,” I added politely.

“You know, Kath is not a bad idea,” he said, “I’m not a big fan of all this official stuff.” He paused for a while, glancing around the room as if he was looking for something. “Shall we get started?”

He picked up his glasses from one of the shelves and we went through a very long corridor. It turned out that Q took me to a small room with a single chair in the middle, and a few computers on the ground. There was also a desk and some lever arch files lying on the floor. I sat on the chair, ready for the upcoming instructions.

“I will have to ask you to take off your jacket,” said Q, “and roll up the right sleeve of your shirt.”

I did as requested while Q was looking through my files.

“It seems you’re fit as a fiddle.”

“That’s the job,” I quipped, but stopped smiling when I saw a machine that resembled a huge driller. Q was holding it in his right hand. “What is it?” I asked.

“Nano-technology. It allows us to monitor your movement anywhere,” he said and paused, looking into my eyes. “I’m afraid this will hurt a little...”

“It’s alright. Do it qui...”

I didn’t finish my sentence in time. I couldn't, because I felt a strong prick that made me dizzy.

“OUCH!” I yelled, and immediately I had a scowl on my face.

“I’m sorry, Kath. It’s all over now”, he said as he gently stroked my shoulder. Then he gave me a cotton swab. “Hold it there for a few minutes and follow me. It’s time for the more pleasant part.”

We went through another long corridor made of brick walls. After a few minutes, I had absolutely no idea where I was. I felt like I was lost in a some kind of labyrinth.

“Here we are”, Q announced when he unlocked some colossal metal door. He seemed to be excited when we stepped into another strange-looking room. There was nothing there but all kinds of wardrobes. Q opened one of them and chose a black box from the middle shelf with the note "002" written on it. “Open it”, he encouraged me, smiling.

“Wow!” I exclaimed. I’m sure I sounded like a little girl who was finally allowed to unwrap her Christmas present. “I *love* it!”

“Who wouldn’t?” asked Q, still smiling. “The Walther PPK/S 9 millimetre short. It’s been coded to your palm print, so only you can fire it.”

“Thanks, Q,” I said, still in delight. “Anything else?”

“No, that is all. It was nice to have met you. Good luck, Kath.”

There he was: standing in front of me, with his hands on his hips and a smile all over his face. Even though my mind was a mess at that time as I had many doubts about certain people (about *that* one person, to be more specific), I knew one thing for sure. Q is the most lovely guy of them all.

“See you later in January,” I replied and hesitated. “And, Q... have a wonderful Christmas.”

...

After the medical, I headed to the M’s office. The hallway on the last floor was full of people walking around and carrying some documents.

“Morning, Eve,” I said, while opening the first door. “Such a busy time of the year... Can I see M?”

It was really nice to hear her sweet, warm voice.

“Morning, Katherine. Just a second,” she replied and picked up the phone. “Sir, 002 is here.”

I noticed how patiently her eyes observed a little white light above the leather maroon door, with the phone still near her ear. When the light disappeared, Eve allowed me to come inside.

“Morning, sir,” I said and stopped by the door. I saw Mallory sitting in one of the leather armchairs next to this desk.

“Morning, 002,” he replied as he stood up to greet me. “Please, have a seat,” he said in his semi-friendly manner, but to me his words still sounded like an order.

I sat in front of him on a huge old sofa. The natural lighting made me focus on his clothing (again...). He was wearing a deep sky blue shirt and a dark grey suit trousers. His jacket was draped over the chair that was standing behind his desk. I tried to memorize his every move when he straightened his navy tie. He made sure the tie looked perfect, and then Mallory’s right hand landed on one of his braces. My supervisor looked surprisingly good for a brief appointment with his two double-0 agents.

“Very conscientious of you to check your e-mails, 002,” M said curtly and pointed to some documents that were lying on a coffee table. “Your medical record’s fine. Q has already assured me that you’re ready.”

He looked at me in a way that only a supervisor could look at one of his subordinates. I felt obliged to reply.

“Yes, sir, I’m ready.”

“Good,” he commented in his cold voice, and stood up as the maroon door opened suddenly. “002, meet 005.”

I turned my head and couldn’t believe my own eyes. What is more, I couldn’t accept my reaction to what I’ve just seen. My first thought has shocked me. A woman?

There was a slim female standing in front of me. She was probably a bit older than me, but it didn’t change the fact she was stunningly beautiful. Her light blonde hair was longer than mine - down to her shoulders - and she was wearing a black suit, just as me. I was surprised that I immediately started to compare myself to her.

She extended her hand.

“002,” she said, giving me a small, but warm smile. “I’m looking forward to working together.”

“005,” I replied, shaking her hand. “The feeling’s mutual.”

“Well, so don’t mind me,” taunted Mallory, clearly irritated by our short conversation. “Please join us, 005. We are about to start.”

005 sat next to me on the sofa. I usually didn’t get jealous of other women, no matter how good they looked like, but this time it felt a little weird. I wasn’t comfortable sitting in front of Mallory with a woman who was far more attractive than me, but luckily he didn’t seem to notice any changes in my behaviour. For him, we were just another pair of double-0s going on a mission together. He didn’t care about our looks. What interested him was how we would cooperate.

“You leave tomorrow for Geneva,” he stated, “and will remain there as long as necessary. Although I do *not* think you’ll need more than two weeks to finish the case,” his voice sounded more and more stern with each sentence. ”Your mission might turn out as incredibly dangerous, even though right now it appears just the opposite...”

Bond was right, I thought. M tried to scare us. Perhaps he just wanted to make sure we would take the mission seriously, but why the lecture? We knew everything we needed to know from the files.

I got distracted, while staring at Mallory’s hands going up and down his braces. I recognized he didn’t wear a wedding ring. Maybe he wasn’t married after all...?

Out of the blue, someone has cleared his throat. I glanced at Mallory’s face and then realized he was looking directly at me with those exceptionally green eyes.

“Are we clear about the rules, 002?” huffed Mallory. He sounded quite offended.

“Yes... sir,” I stammered.

He gave me a disapproving look and then resumed.

“Your liaison awaits you in your hotel in Geneva. He’s aware of your arrival... and I need hardly remind you that you’re expected to report daily.”

“Yes, sir,” said 005.

“That’s all for now,” announced Mallory as he stood up. He went up to his desk.

“Good luck.”

...

When we got out of the M’s office, Moneypenny wished us luck as well. 005 turned to me.

“Let’s meet at the airport. We’ll talk about everything tomorrow.”

“Seems reasonable,” I added. “The name’s Katherine, by the way.”

“See you later, Katherine. I’m Amanda,” she replied and left the room.

I stayed with Eve.

“You know Eve,” I struggled with words, “I would like to ask you something.”

“Ask anything you want,” she said, hiding her curiosity.

“Christmas are coming... and... I wonder...” I hesitated, “... if the double-0 section ever gave M a Christmas present?”

“No, I don’t think so,” she answered after a few seconds of silence. “At least not since I have been his secretary. The common opinion is that he wouldn’t like that.”

“And what do *you* think?” I asked in a provocative tone, suggesting my view on the matter is different.

“I think it wouldn’t hurt,” admitted Eve.

“Right, because I even have an idea...”

...

I came back home and started packing. I even looked through the case files again while sitting on my bed in my pyjamas. Time passed really quickly the next morning and I was sitting with Amanda on a plane to Switzerland before I knew it.

Our flight was quite pleasant. Amanda turned out to be a very kind companion and it didn’t take long for me to confide in her. I told her *everything* about my date with Bond. It wasn’t responsible at all - I should have known that as a secret agent - but I assume I just needed to vent to someone. We continued the conversation even when we arrived in our hotel in Geneva.

“... and you know, I have no idea what to do. I didn’t want anything from him and now I kept recalling the date and I miss his voice and...”

“Oh, I think you *do* know what you really want,” Amanda interrupted me.

“I do?”

“Yeah,” she said. “If you want my opinion, Bond is not the one you’re interested in.”

“How so?” I asked, still in shock. “I’ve told you every detail of our date. If I am not interested in him, then why I think about him all the time?”

“This has nothing to do with Bond,” Amanda said calmly as she continued to place her clothes in the wardrobe. “You’re a secret agent for God’s sake. You don’t have time for real love. That’s why you think about Bond that much - cause he gave you something you had missed for many months now, a *real* romantic interest.” She turned around and looked at me, “Even if it’s genuine from his perspective, don’t go for it now. You don’t love him. What you feel is temporary.”

I remained silent for a few seconds. Amanda has known absolutely nothing about my crush on Mallory, but she hit the nail on the head.

”You know what, Amanda? I’m going to wait just as you suggest. There’s no need to hurry. If it’s really going to happen, it will.”

“No need to thank me,” she said and started to laugh. “Would you mind if I went to the shower first?”

“No,” I replied. “I’ll report to M.”

I turned on our laptop and started typing:

We arrived at the hotel on time and met our liaison. Nothing suspicious so far, but we’ll keep our eyes open. We’ll look around the place and report again tomorrow.

Yours sincerely,

002.

I hesitated, not sure if I should add any Christmas wishes to my e-mail. No, Kath... remain professional, I thought. Mallory’s going to know we deeply care about him when he receives his gift from the double-0 section. He wouldn’t approve mixing up our private lives with our career lives.

Personally, I wouldn’t mind it... if you know what I mean... I couldn’t stop to think about Mallory since my departure, even though I have gone on a date with James Bond the day before... Bond was on my mind quite frequently in the recent hours, but deep inside I was aware of the fact that my attraction to him was purely physical. And I never followed physical instincts, apart from a very few my weak moments on a very few missions.

With Mallory... it was different. Obviously I’ve found him extremely attractive from the beginning, but that was not the main case here. My boss was so intimidating that I felt paralyzed every time I spent even a brief moment in his presence. But most importantly, I developed a high level of respect towards him. And there has been a recurring pattern in my life: when I respected a man for real, he would often become my fascination, and later on, my love interest.

By the evening I was sure I slowly began to fall in love with Mallory... who was my supervisor. Not a very responsible way to go into the double-0 section. I knew it was pretty stupid... I knew it was unthinkable to develop any kind of relationship with Mallory. It was even unthinkable to have a crush on him, but I couldn’t do anything about it.

I was never a Christmas enthusiast, but... for the first time in my life I felt that I would have loved to spend Christmas in London. I would have loved to see Mallory’s face when he opened his present from the double-0 section. I was sure that Eve was able to get what I suggested just on time, and I wondered if Mallory would want to know who came up with this idea...

I sent my e-mail and went to bed, hoping to have some dreams of Mallory that night.

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pokemoneverlastingorchard · 4 years ago

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Testing update 1

I’m going to lose count at some point I’m sure.

I chose the female character but they/them pronouns so I can know if I skipped anything.

Coding:

Ludavine’s portrait was a bit too high so I adjusted it.

I finally realized what the stupid problem with one of the plots was, so I fixed that.

Becoming friends with somebody is a bit slow. I knew that it would be doing that but I think I’m going to think of at least one quest for everybody to help speed things up a little.

Pokemon:

Tauros (Default)

Happa (I am quickly realizing that Happa is probably the worst starter for the area.)

Rinrin

Sewaddle (For the first Gym. I’m shoving it and Tauros in the box once I have a team of new Pokemon.)

Berries:

...I planted 10 berries, but because of my laptop being an old man the game started lagging so I don’t know what I planted besides the Pecha, Oran and Rawst berries that you get in the intro.

Nobody’s actually around on the first day so I’m going to just go to bed after seeing all of the events that introduces you to the people you can date.

I would just go into small window mode but since I have faces...

Yeeeeah....

People:

Talking to everybody right now.

Gyms:

Got the first badge. I just realized that I don’t know how to change the names of the badges and the Wiki is fucking useless. Also I tried to change some music but changing any music besides the map music is such a god damn chore that I gave up at some point.

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Where Futures Begin

Life used to be simple for you. Peaceful. But the Savior had other plans for you, and in moments, she ruined what you thought was your one shot at happiness. Blinded by anger, you escaped the Mint Eye, but that triggered a series of events that would bring you further into the world of brothers Saeran and Saeyoung. And further into the twisted world of your love for them.

Neutral Route: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | ✔

Saeyoung’s Route: 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | ✔

Saeran’s Route: 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | ✔

MASTERLIST

One would think that a person working in the Security Room would know precisely how to infiltrate its alarms and defenses.

You cursed at yourself, wondering why you hadn't thought to create some kind of back door that you could activate, like a god mode that would give you full control over the Mint Eye. Such a thing was definitely possible, yet in your emotional rush to never see Saeran again, you hadn't thought of your plan going awry as it had.

Even if Seven and Mary hadn't been here, my escape still would have been impossible, you thought to yourself, aggravated that you hadn't realized earlier that six stories was not a jumpable distance.

Close...so close, you thought to yourself, fingers flying across Seven's keyboard like birds landing on a cold lake. You were able to find the timer, just not a method to lengthen or pause it. Shit, shit, shit, they have less than a minute left.

You held back tears and worked faster, not even sure of what commands you were inputting but desperately aware that you were trying something.

10...

You tried to run your code, desperately hoping that it would be able to exploit the one weakness you knew existed in the Mint Eye's software security.

8...

There was an error in the code. Your eyes scanned the text, looking to see if you had missed a semicolon or to close a parenthesis.

5...

You began to pray that you had made a mistake writing the original program, that when the timer ran out, no alarm would ring, that some god above would magically whisk you out of the situation you were in.

2...

You stared at the screen helplessly, out of options, out of ideas.

Timer complete.

The alarms began blaring at an agonizing volume, temporarily impeding your ability to think.

You heard the Savior speak over the loudspeakers, her prerecorded voice calm as she instructed believers and disciples alike to please remain calm and to not leave their respective rooms, and that no, this was not a drill.

You let out an angry cry of frustration, irritated at your shortcomings.

When you got out of this, you'd make sure you were a better hacker, that you could break your way into any system well within the time limit. When you escaped, you were going to...

When I escape? You thought to yourself, scoffing. How the hell am I going to escape now?

There was nothing you could do anymore. Nothing.

Except...

It was a stupid idea, but it was the best idea you had. Better yet, you were already in the system, so you knew exactly how to execute the command.

You glanced down at Seven's computer and saw a small speaker built into the bottom. The audio would be poor, but it would work.

You fiddled with the keyboard for a few moments longer, trying to ignore the blaring alarms that were making this entire process more aggravating. Then, after a moment of hesitation, you hit the record button.

"Believers and disciples of the Mint Eye, this is council member (Y/N) with an urgent message," You said, keenly aware of how you sounded as your voice echoed back to you through the loudspeaker where the Savior's voice had once played.

"There are two intruders in the Mint Eye, dressed in full-black attire. They likely have stolen robes and are dressed as believers, among yourselves. They were last seen heading from the dining hall to the Savior's chambers. Their intentions are to kidnap our Savior and destroy the magenta we have worked hard to build."

You took a breath, trying to figure out what to say to best rile up the believers, "If you are in an open-access hallway, please head for the first floor and prepare to apprehend the fugitives. Thank you. The alarm will continue until the intruders have been captured."

You closed the program, and let out a shaky sigh, petrified for the sake of Seven and Mary.

Your lies should be enough to rid them of all the stranglers wandering around on the sixth floor; no believer would waste an opportunity to protect their precious Savior. Everyone would be rushing down to the first floor...and by confessing that the two had 'likely' stolen believers' robes, the believers would drive themselves mad with suspicion.

It wouldn't be long before the believers on the sixth floor overrode the locks on the doors themselves.

You closed your eyes and hoped that Seven and Mary would be smart enough to wait until then.

And, strangely enough, you found yourself wishing for Saeran.

Saeran...

He would know that been scheming to escape.

If you hadn't made that announcement, he might have thought that the infiltrators kidnapped you or something, that you hadn't willingly left after promising him you wouldn't.

Then again, those promises were made eons ago, when he was a different person.

A kinder person.

A more loving person.

Saeran thought you had a cold. He'd noticed that your nose had been red and that you'd been sniffling all day, but not for a moment did he consider that you might have been crying.

"Come on, princess, you have to drink soup if you want to feel better," Saeran murmured, pressing the spoon against your closed lips.

"Soup isn't what will make me feel better," You grumbled, grudgingly accepting the hot liquid.

"Hmm? This is what the Savior did for me when I was sick, though, and it helped," Saeran said, scooping up another spoon of soup.

You shook your head. "Saeran, I'm not sick."

The white-haired boy didn't respond, thinking you were lying or that you didn't like the taste of the soup he was feeding you. He pushed your head back down into the pillow you were resting on and dabbed a napkin at the corner of your lip where he had poured a bit too much soup in too little time.

"Saeran, I mean it."

The boy hummed in response, pushing another spoonful of soup to your lips.

"Saera-mmf!"

The stubborn albino shoved the spoon into your mouth mid-sentence, impressively devoted to forcing you to finish the liquid.

"Saeran, I wasn't sniffling earlier," You rolled your eyes and brought a hand up to his, pushing his spoon away from you, "I was crying, okay?"

Finally, Saeran stopped and put the soup down on the floor, and then he was on your bed, pulling you into his lap as he showered you with "Why?" and "What's wrong?" He turned your face toward his so that you couldn't look away and stroked your hair, confused at how you could have been crying when you seemed so happy.

"It's just..." You felt your throat blocking up as you remembered the dark thoughts that had caused you to cry in the first place, "This can't last, can it?"

Saeran cocked his head to the side, as he always did.

"What can't? The soup?"

You let out a light giggle, Saeran's antics never failing to make you smile. "This. Us. The Mint Eye. Being happy."

Saeran sighed when he realized what you were asking.

Too long, you had been miserable. Abused as a child and then brought to an orphanage that you never felt safe in. Life had been nothing but a series of curveballs where happiness was like a home run: brief and rare.

"No," He whispered, stroking your hair, "You and I are forever. We'll always be happy together. For as long as we're in the Mint Eye."

You smiled sadly. Happiness never lasted. You knew that.

But Saeran believed. He was relentless. He spent that whole night convincing you of what a fantastic place the Mint Eye was, and how as long as you and he stayed there, the magenta would keep you happy forever.

That was the first night you two spent together.

It was, without a doubt, one of the happiest nights of your life, and you didn't cry again for a long time afterward.

The second night you two spent together was half a month ago, restless and foreboding as whatever friendship you two shared was crushed later that very day.

Happiness is forever, eh, Saeran? You scoffed. Happiness is a lie. The only variable is how long you can keep lying to yourself.

You stared at the door in front of you, shutting the laptop Seven gave you.

You'd done everything you could from where you stood. Everything else was up to him and Mary. And MC, you added as an afterthought. Because to you, that's all she was. An afterthought.

You began counting the seconds as they passed by.

It wound up being three-hundred and eighty-four seconds before you stopped.

Footsteps outside the door, you realized. Multiple pairs. They were trying to be quiet, but after being abused as a child, your ears had grown used to listening for any indication of something headed your way. Especially if that 'something' could cause you pain.

You slowly shifted to a standing position so that, whoever came in, be it a disciple or Saeran or the Savior herself, you wouldn't go down without a fight.

But the amount of relief you felt at seeing the familiar blob of red as the cautiously opened the door was unlike any comfort you'd ever felt before. At that moment, you could have hugged Seven as he glared daggers at you in a familiar way that you couldn't quite place.

"(Y/N), is it?" Mary asked, looking you up and down, "Good work on the announcement. The believers were in chaos, suspecting each other and practically rioting over getting out of the room we wound up locked in."

You nodded your head, not quite expecting the compliment, and handed Seven's laptop over to him.

He didn't bother acknowledging you and simply set to dropping a ladder down from the window. "We'll go down the ladder in order of importance." He looped one end of the rope around the windowsill, and you winced; it didn't look very stable. "First MC, then me," he looped the other side of the rope ladder around his knot and took a step back, "Then the maid, then you."

You ignored his blatant insult, that you were the least important of the group, and nodded your head. MC was hesitant about traveling down the rope ladder, asking Seven a million questions about what you were doing there and why she had to go first when the rope ladder looked so unsteady. After Mary threatened to push her out of the window, though, she complied and began climbing down.

When it got to your turn to climb down, you tried not to think about the fact that if Mary looked up, he'd see that under your robe you were still wearing your magenta dress which, when looked at from the bottom, gave him a too-perfect view of your underwear.

Still, you didn't want to be like MC, so you didn't complain.

The climb was treacherously long, your heart beating a mile a minute with every step you took. As soon as MC hit the bottom, she began calling for the rest of you to hurry up, her shrill voice disturbingly loud in the quiet night.

You, Mary, and Seven all knew that if she kept yelling, someone would hear.

"Shut up!" Seven hissed, trying to keep his voice low. "You're going to get us caught!"

"Me? I'm not the one going at the speed of a snail! You need to-"

The rest of her voice was muffled when you heard Seven drop from the ladder and start berating her for compromising the mission. Amused, you glanced downward to observe the spectacle and only then realized just how high up you were.

Mary motioned to do the same, his sharp jerk downward shaking the ladder.

With the sudden dizziness you felt at realizing how high you were coupled by Mary's jerk of the ladder, you felt your fingers lose their grip. In your haste to rework your fingers onto the ladder, you barely noticed your feet slipping off their base, and without even realizing what was happening, you found yourself falling.

Mary tried to grip your wrist, but he was too late, his fingers holding you by your arm for a millisecond before gravity pulled you down onto the hard, unforgiving ground.

MASTERLIST

Neutral Route: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | ✔

Saeyoung’s Route: 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | ✔

Saeran’s Route: 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | ✔

Word count: 2.1k

Notes: Ngl my life has gotten so much better between this and my past update it's crazy (and probably directly related to the fact that I haven't had any school) x3 things are looking up, though! 2020 might not be as bad as i initially thought :D

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Next Update: 1/23/20

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gra-sonas · 6 years ago

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The Kissing Booth | Malex [R]

This is a happy Malex highschool AU. There are no hammers or homophobic dads in this one, just two boys kissing for the first time (and then some). I may have borrowed a few lines of dialogue from 1x06, just not quite in the way you’d expect.

Author’s note I: Eternal thanks to @Insidious-Intent for the quick beta, you rock!

Author’s note II: This fic is rated R for a reason, Alex and Michael are both 17 (i.e. at the age of consent in New Mexico, and holy shit, do they both consent).

on AO3

This is for all my lovelies who had a rough night. ♥

･ﾟ✧

“Oh my god, Michael, what are you even wearing?”

Isobel is standing in front of Michael, arms akimbo and fury emanating from her every pore.

Michael looks down at himself.

“That’s my best flannel, Iz. There’s only one little stain on it that just won’t come out. These laundromat washing machines don’t do well with motor oil. But you can’t really see it when I’m in the booth.”

Michael is embarrassed. She knows that his budget doesn’t allow for him to buy fancy clothes, why is she so mad at him? Isobel closes her eyes for a second and takes a deep, steadying breath.

“I didn’t even notice the stain. But your shirt is missing buttons, Michael. Pretty much every button to be precise. And you’re not wearing a shirt underneath. I can almost see your belly button!”

Michael snickers, he’s quick to school his face into a mask of friendly indifference though. Iz doesn’t handle well being laughed at.

“I know, the one near my belly button came off when I put the shirt on this morning. I didn’t have time to fix it. And I didn’t have a clean shirt either. Sorry, Iz.”

Her face does a complicated thing where she looks furious one moment, then like she pities him the next (which he hates, he doesn’t want or need anyone’s pity, least of all hers), and then it’s back to her determined ‘I get shit done’ face. Michael almost gets whiplash from looking at her going through all these expressions.

“OK, I’m going to find a shirt for you, you cannot run the kissing booth with half your shirt off.”

“But why not, Iz? Don’t you think my sweaty, almost shirtless torso is gonna bring all the people to the yard?”

Isobel crunches her face in disgust.

“Ew, Michael. This is a school Carnival in case you forgot. Keep it PG and don’t be gross.”

“Gross is my middle name,” he mumbles under his breath.

“What did you just say?”

“Nothing, Iz, nothing.”

She looks around and spots a dark clad student with spiked hair walking up the steps to the school’s main entrance.

“Hey, you!”

The guy stops and turns around.

It’s Alex Manes, local emo/goth/whatever and avid skateboarder. He’s also the guy Michael’s had his bisexual awakening over. They’d been paired for a project in their computer science class last fall and Michael had liked spending time with Alex. A lot. They even got an A for their essay, thanks to Alex being an actual wizard when he had a keyboard in front of him. Michael is still in awe of Alex’s coding skills.

He’s also still hopelessly in crush with Alex. The dark eyeliner, the hair, the bling, not to forget the sinfully tight skinny jeans that do wonders to show off Alex’s strong legs and amazing ass. Yeah, ever since Michael realized that he’s also into dicks, Alex has played a vivid role in most of Michael’s fantasies, sexual and non-sexual. Not that he ever did anything about it though.

He knows Alex is gay, not a day's going by without Valenti and his ilk bullying Alex in some way because of it, but Michael’s been careful not to get any ideas. Alex might be gay, that doesn’t mean he’d necessarily be attracted to someone like Michael. He’s not exactly a catch with his big nose, unruly hair and hand-me-down clothes.

Michael’s trying to play it cool when Alex walks the steps back down and comes over to where they are standing in front of the Kissing Booth.

“You yelled, Miss Evans?”

Michael admires Alex for having the balls to address Isobel with a voice that’s dripping with sarcasm. She doesn’t seem affected by Alex’s somewhat insolent reply though.

“Do you have an extra shirt?”

Michael is stunned, apparently Iz is willing to let Alex’s behavior slide, if only she gets a shirt for him out of it. She must be really desperate to cover his chest.

“I do.”

Michael feels his face heat up. Any second now Iz is going to explode and yell at Alex. And he’ll associate Michael with the incident and never look at him again. Great.

To his surprise, Isobel’s voice is especially sweet when she speaks again.

“I’m sorry, I should explain why I asked you about the shirt. You see, Michael here is going to run the kissing booth at the Carnival today, and look at his flannel. It’s missing a number of buttons. You can almost see his belly button!”

Faster than Michael has any chance to react, Iz pulls his flannel apart to show the expanse of his naked chest to Alex, who looks rather flabbergasted. Then his eyebrows draw together in a thoughtful frown.

“Wouldn’t that be a selling point though? I’m pretty sure most of the girls lining up to kiss Guerin will be more than happy to get an eyeful of that.”

He gestures at the general direction of Michael’s left nipple. Which hardens immediately. Fuck his life, Michael is not sure whether to laugh or cry. He goes for flirty sarcasm instead. If he’s going to die of embarrassment today, he’s gonna go out with a bang.

“Why just girls, Manes? I’m an equal opportunity kind of guy, don’t you think my manly chest could be of interest to anyone else?”

Alex’s eyes are wide, looking at Michael, but he snorts.

“I don’t see a single chest hair growing on that manly chest of yours.”

Iz waves her hand in front of Alex’s face.

“Sorry to interrupt your banter, but I have other things to take care of. Shirt?”

She holds up her flat hand and for a change, Alex complies. He takes off his backpack, opens it and pulls out a black shirt. The cover of Depeche Mode’s Music for the Masses album is printed on the front.

“It’s a bit frail around the collar, hope your manly chest won’t catch a cold through the holes. I want this back by the way, no need to wash it. I’ll do that myself.”

With that Alex hands the shirt over to Michael, zips his backpack, then turns around and leaves.

Michael is stunned. He clutches the shirt to his chest as if to comfort himself.

Iz puts a hand on his chin and turns his head around to look at him.

“Are you freaking out because you just outed yourself to the local gay guy?”

“What? No, of course not. It’s not a secret. I mean, I’ve never told anyone except you, but I’m not ashamed of it. I’m still stunned that you forced him to hand over a spare shirt so I won’t be such a kissing magnet.”

He yelps when Isobel’s fist makes contact with his bicep.

“Go into the booth and put the shirt on, wear the flannel over it, don’t make a scandal. This is all for a good cause and I don’t want to hear any complaints about your behavior. There are wet wipes in the booth, use them between kisses, there’s also mouth wash, use that too. I’ll come by in about two hours and I swear to god, your chest will never get a chance to grow a single hair, if you don’t behave. Understood?”

Michael nods. Isobel turns on her heel and heads over to the area where Max supervises the setup of a huge bouncy castle that looks like a flying saucer. Being as alien as possible in plain sight is Isobel’s thing, but then Roswell is the perfect town to host an alien themed Carnival.

Michael enters the kissing booth, unbuttons the remaining buttons of his favorite flannel and picks up Alex’s shirt. No one’s around, so he allows himself to hold it close to his nose and sniff. The shirt is freshly laundered, but it still smells like Alex somehow. It’s comforting.

Michael’s overcome with sudden longing, and he keeps breathing in the soothing scent for another moment. When he hears a noise from outside the booth, he quickly pulls the shirt over his head and exits the booth while he puts the flannel back on. He doesn’t bother with the buttons though.

･ﾟ✧

Three hours into the Carnival, Michael is tired. He’s chewed through a pack of gum, the first bottle of mouthwash is almost empty, and the trash can is filled with used wet wipes.

He’d thought kissing so many people in one day would be fun, but it’s not.

The number of people with bad breath is staggering (smokers being the worst), and more than one girl has tried to slip him their tongue. Michael loves kissing, but as it turns out, he has to like the person he kisses, or else it’s a somewhat boring and at times humiliating task.

Iz has allowed him to take a ten-minute break every hour and he’s relieved when the line in front of the booth dwindles down. Time to take his break. He’s about to close the window, when he sees Alex Manes approaching. It feels like his heart is doing a somersault in his chest.

Alex stops in front of the booth. He seems nervous, and he takes a deep breath before he speaks.

“Hey. Can we talk?”

Michael’s hands are sweaty and cold all of a sudden.

“Uh, yeah, I guess?”

Alex leans closer to the open window, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Somewhere private, maybe?”

Michael nods and tilts his chin to indicate that Alex should come around to the door on the back of the booth. As soon as Alex is out of sight, Michael closes the window and turns the sign that will inform people he’s on a break. It’s red with a green flying saucer depicted in the middle, and it reads I’ve been abducted, BACK IN 10.

Michael also closes the flimsy curtain to keep prying eyes from looking inside the booth before he opens the door.

Alex is fiddling with the hem of his black Danger! At the Picture Show shirt. When Michael tries to run his hand through his curls, he realizes he’s still wearing the green visor Isobel made him wear. The sticker on the bill depicts a little green Martian with pursed lips that says “Kiss me, I’m an alien". Michael takes the visor off and lets it dangle from one finger.

Alex enters the booth and closes the door behind him. All of a sudden, it’s dim inside, the only light coming from three strings of fairy lights Isobel put up to imitate starlight. Pictures of UFOs and cartoon aliens are lining the walls, some of them are even kissing. A UFO made from papier-mâché is hanging from the ceiling, the WE COME IN PEACE lettering sparkling in green glitter.

Michael looks at Alex with wide eyes. He has no idea what Alex wants.

“Okay, talk?”

Michael feels like he’s about to vibrate out of his skin when Alex keeps quiet for what feels like at least another minute. All of a sudden Alex surges forward and puts his hands on the lapels of Michael’s flannel. He stumbles back until he hits the wall. Alex comes after him, taking small steps, then he pulls Michael closer ever so slowly. When Michael doesn’t give any indication of being afraid or wanting an out, Alex closes the final gap between them and kisses the living daylights out of him.

Michael is shell-shocked for all but two seconds before he also dives in and kisses back with everything he has, the visor dropping to the floor from his hands before he clings to Alex’s shirt.

When Alex pulls back eventually, Michael leans forward and tries to chase his lips. He lands one more peck before he opens his eyes and looks at Alex who’s taken a step back. His face is flushed and his eyes are so wide, Michael’s afraid they might pop out of his head any second. Michael wants to kiss the deer-in-the-headlights panic from Alex’s face, but he’s afraid that Alex might bolt when he follows that urge.

He’s careful to slow his motions when he reaches out for Alex and cups his face in his hands.

“Hey, you ok?”

Alex blinks.

“I’m not sure. I kissed you. And I didn’t even pay for the kiss. Isobel’s gonna kill me.”

Michael smiles at him.

“Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do that? How often I dreamed about it?”

Alex looks stunned.

“You did? I never thought I’d have a shot with you, but then you said you’re also into guys earlier and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Then I thought about all those times we talked when we were working on that project and I - I thought maybe... I’ve been debating whether I should line up and kiss you for the good cause, but then I didn’t want our first and maybe only kiss witnessed by half the school.”

Michael’s smile grows and his eyes light up.

“Our first kiss? So there will be more?”

Alex looks into his eyes and carefully inches closer until their chests are almost touching.

“Would that be a bad idea?”

Michael shakes his head, his curls flying in every direction.

“It’s the best idea you’ve had so far, other than making the first move. You have no idea how glad I am you did th... mmmffff.”

Alex effectively shuts him up by kissing him again.

He’s not shy about it either. The kiss gets more intense and almost filthy with a twist of Alex’s tongue that makes Michael moan. He’s never been kissed like that. Alex is claiming him, and Michael is one hundred percent on board with the idea.

When Alex cups Michael’s face and lets his hands wander to the back of his head to bury them in the long strands of his curls, Michael almost sobs with how good it feels. To be held like this. When Alex slightly pulls Michael’s hair a moment later, it goes straight to his cock.

He’d been getting harder with every swipe of Alex’s tongue, but the hair-pulling triggers his cock to full hardness. Alex somehow seems to realize what he’s done, because he’s letting go of Michael’s head by dropping his right hand, which causes Michael to make a protesting sound that almost immediately turns into a whimper when Alex uses his hand to cup Michael’s dick.

Michael cants his hips forward in an effort to get more pressure, and Alex, bless him, starts rubbing and squeezing his dick through the denim of his faded jeans. The friction is delicious but not near enough. If Michael had any control left over his limbs, he’d try to open his fly, but he’s clinging to Alex with both hands fisted in his shirt, holding on for dear life. If he lets go of Alex now, he might just drop to the floor like a puppet with its strings cut.

When he realizes that somehow Alex managed to open his fly with one hand, his knees almost give out under him. Alex fumbles with the waistband of his boxers for a second, but then his hand is finding its way inside and Michael hisses when Alex’s long, guitar-calloused fingers wrap around his cock and apply the perfect amount of pressure and friction. It only takes a few pulls of Alex’s hand until Michael comes, helplessly gasping into Alex’s mouth while the ripples of the most intense orgasm he’s ever experienced run through his body.

He’s afraid he won’t be able to keep himself up any longer, but Alex is holding him through the full-body-shudders, whispering sweet nothings into Michael’s ear. He feels like a hot air balloon, ready to fly away with just a gust of wind, but Alex won’t let him. He’s holding Michael, grounding him, and slowly caressing him back to coherence.

He’s not sure if he should be embarrassed that he came all over Alex’s hand or what to do next. But apparently Alex is not only a coding wizard, he’s also a sex wizard who slowly coaxes Michael backwards until his knees hit the seat of the nearby chair. Alex helps him lower down until he sits after he’s pulled his hand out of Michael’s pants.

Alex looks around and notices the wet wipes. He picks them up and cleans his hand, then he kneels down in front of Michael and pulls down the waistband of his boxers. He dabs the remaining spots of come away, but instead of letting the waistband snap back against Michael’s stomach, Alex bends forward and places a soft kiss just slightly left of Michael’s happy trail, then another one a little lower, then another one on the smooth foreskin of his spent cock.

Michael is overcome with a wave of affection that makes his heart squeeze in his chest.

He buries his hands in the spiky strands of Alex’s hair and strokes against the grain. Alex makes a sound that sounds an awful lot like a purr. Michael files the information away for later. Because there has to be a later, a later where they are alone, where they have time to explore. And a horizontal surface to lie down.

Michael’s voice is raspy when he tries to speak again.

“This was... uhm, yeah.”

Alex looks up at him. His eyeliner is slightly smudged, and his pupils are blown. He smiles.

“Yeah, pretty damn uhm.”

Michael chuckles. Then he remembers that he has no idea whether Alex came. How very rude of him.

“Oh shit, you’ve been doing all the work here and gave me the most amazing orgasm of my life, and I - so um, should I now or...?”

Alex smiles and shakes his head.

“You don’t need to worry, Guerin. You did plenty. Seeing you like this, knowing that it was me who did this to you got me off just fine. I might have to use another of these wet wipes though, nothing worse than come drying in your underwear.”

Michael bursts out laughing. This whole situation is absolutely amazing and utterly ridiculous in equal measure. He wouldn’t want to change anything about it though. Apart from shutting down this damn kissing booth and taking off with Alex. Even the thought of kissing anyone but Alex after what just happened makes his skin crawl.

“You know what? Why don’t you clean up while I fire off a text to tell Iz I caught herpes from someone’s kiss. I’ll let her know that I found someone who offered to take me to the nurse’s office. Max is scheduled to take over the booth in an hour anyway. I doubt anyone will notice it’ll be closed for an hour because it’s lunch time.”

Alex nods along to Michael’s word vomit. He grabs the packet of wet wipes, unzips his pants and Michael has a hard time not to stare. How Alex will manage to clean up while his very tight jeans are basically glued to his skin is beyond Michael’s comprehension. He doesn’t dwell on the thought though, instead he pulls out his phone and texts Isobel.

He knows she’s going to be mad as hell at him. It’s impossible for him to catch herpes, he’s immune to human diseases (as far as they know), meaning she’ll know he’s bailing, but he doesn’t care.

He’s going to drive himself and Alex out into the desert where they will be alone and can continue where things left off. The makeshift bed in the back of his truck is the perfect playground.

When Alex is done, Michael gets up from the chair, buttons his pants and slowly moves into Alex’s personal space again.

“Ready to go?”

Alex smiles and presses a soft kiss to Michael’s lips.

“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.”

FIN

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dearduende · 5 years ago

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this all really happen? the way it’s written, no— scratched into the spiral bound, composition, college-ruled everything. each waking moment and fights and fears. and the dreams. including those crushes from afar with code names that I must piece together from hints over months and years, and then tracing back cryptic love notes tucked into lockers now pinned as if evidence pointing to the mens rea— the furtive phone calls in hushed tones from my bathroom as if my parents didn’t notice me flush and steal myself away from the dinner table and the nightly status reports. the secrecy (and the hormones) (and the embarrassment of my existence) (but mostly the hormones) blooming acne across my chin, my forehead, my nose within the grooves of its parentheses willing its contents—each pore—to shrink into an afterthought. I remember now how I had prayed to God to absolve my skin problems and to solve my boy ones. even bargained with Him in bed that I’d stop touching myself— or at least a bit less—as if these whiteheads were His chosen form of punishment. a dozen constellations across my shoulders from which my mother would weave the story of her same hidden shame, shared scars and bumps across our backs like labels in Braille of all the parts I want to hide, she promised: it’ll lessen and pass with time.

yet it still manages to haunt the next generation.

pull out the red string and the pins to map the evidence, the eye witness accounts, the threats and the retaliation and the heartache onto the faded bamboo floors of my parents’ house. the times I willed myself not to cry, stone woman as my mother avalanched again over the granite before me her voice booming and crumbling daring to swallow us. the way I stoically thrilled in the lust of our mutual destruction, first: the sticky salt of our wounds lashed by sharp tongues and second: the umami of it seared and grilled to perfection. still bleeding. medium rare. or when my father stampeded the room. seeing red. throwing a metal water bottle, denting it permanently against the wall then landing on the cold tile. how their swear words were only ever in English (that’s when I knew shit was serious) a rare violence uncondoned by both their mothers’ tongues.

I’m just realizing now: no wonder my brother and I, or I’ll just speak for myself, why I still burst into tears in the middle of their war zone, or whatever else might feel remotely like it. I now know instead of acting as an unsolicited diplomat caught in the crossfire it’s safer to seek asylum in the Switzerland of the next room, one ear still wired to their rising voices (I can’t help it) and their talking points, only to draft peace treaties for a civil war where they’ve long forgotten what it is they’re really fighting about anymore. but back then, this was the only way to snap them out of self-destruct mode by overriding their programming with the parental unit fail-safe. their child crying.

I could walk backwards through it with my eyes closed and show you exactly how the sun slants through the windows. how in late spring afternoon the crystals hanging in the dining room explode a universe of rainbows, little galaxies of light scattered among our dark matter, across the white walls and the floors and the crumbs on the pale table cloth. I could point out all the favorite sun spots of Tiger and Lily (may he rest in peace) and somehow always end up back at the grand piano. there is a tenderness only fingertips know.

dig out the mental blueprints from the archives. the different schools. the cliques and the quacks. the start of another year. short shorts and sweaters. (refer to your diaryjournals for the details).

and then another new journal. how they all somehow begin with the just-after-waking subtle scent of short stories germinating in my mind. they seem to disappear just before I can finish transcribing them and then I’m left empty handed, dumfounded, foolish and doubting and then writing the only kinds of stories I do know, the ones I’m still learning to place in the light sprouting tender roots between sheets of paper, pressed tightly like all those flower petals— if only I could preserve their bright pigment tones. but even imagination fades. and seemingly so do memories. these spines loosely bound and knees and elbows now cracked, scuffed, and crinkled. just a bit creased and water damaged. over the years. but mostly tears—watermarks from another era. once, an errant sprinkler jet from the lawn tap tap tapped against my bedroom window just barely cracked open, as fate would have it. waterlogged stacks of books my pillars now pink and black and blue with mold and flooded the bamboo floors. trying to put out the wrong fires a decade too late, or maybe the right fires as in the written ones, to destroy the evidence. I now keep them sealed in a plastic box.

I plead the fifth. there must be some limit after all these years, when it’s way too late to apologize anyway— I’ve considered, and then talked myself down, from texting or DMing all the people I have wronged. and memory serves no one now. if my handwriting has changed at least a dozen times does that mean I’ve lived a dozen different lives? the Hubba Bubba gum tape chewing preteen blowing bubbles over every i and j and under each ! and then there’s the jagged purple glitter pen cursive as if going slower helps it turn out better— one of those things you realize later in life isn’t always true. there’s the one seemingly always in a rush, skinny and slanted and caffeinated (there are coffee spill stains to prove) always as if she’s just about to topple over. breathe, I want to tell her, no need to move so fast. you will concuss yourself doing so. and two weeks later also topple down the stairs. (both true stories.) life will force you to slow down. I almost forget the one more rounded and grounded printed in ballpoint extra fine so as not to bleed but what’s the cost of living for the sake of perfection? what even is my handwriting now? I had to dig out one of my scrap paper lists to figure out how its a blend, less measured and more movement without being driven purely by entropy.

loosely held together.

and now, how often do I write, like with pen and paper the letters carved and inked their ghosts passing through the walls between pages bumping up against other memories. these lives and voices call out to me across the decades, some more familiar than others almost like specimens in a museum glass box too fragile for the dust or the humidity or the air or the light of day. I’m an archeologist glowing at her simple discovery which really just involves showing up onsite and digging and dusting and continued search over and over into the pits of my being delicately brushing away at the dirt around my bones, the silt and sediment compressing into a cross section of history held in my hand. look! here it is.

so I write again, if only for this moment to leave my future self some clues (in no particular order): the return of my freckles. Craigslist apartment daydreams. I’m building my callouses learning a new landscape of metal strings and broken chords. say a little prayer. tonight, I made choong yao bang from scratch with Mom. I’ve been staying up way too late (it’s 4:35am right now... why?) and then falling asleep to ASMR videos (specifically, Emma). Mom and Dad are actually not fighting much these days despite spending all day under the same roof (find your Google doc, love in the time of quarantine).

my younger self might not even recognize these people inhabiting our same house.

Mom and Dad are both still here. and I’m trying not to take it all for granted, I promise. we’re together for now but he’s gone again (eerily, much like 10 years ago but this time on his own terms) or at least he’s far away, who knows, who’s to say. we’re giving him time and space. and we’re learning how to hold each other while we fall apart, sometimes all at the same time. usually in different ways.

how I’m scared and excited for my life to unfurl one leaf at a time. allowing myself the gift, the anticipation, the surprise, and then counting the splits.

reach for the sunlight, keep reaching.

and I still don’t know what I wanna be when I grow up but when have I ever had it all figured out and what fun is that.

and a note to my younger self: PS—not only will you continue to write for emotional release (reference my pure bewilderment of this cathartic power in diaryjournal dated February 10, 2007) you will also connect with other humans in your words and we’ll play in our world and revel in theirs too. keep writing, for yourself. and dare to share it with others.

gather what others refer to as the weeds, make a bouquet, blow and scatter the dandelion seeds.

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Chapter 13: Peter “Whipped” Parker (Spider-boy - Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)

Apologies for the late update! Just wanted to make a really long chapter and was finally able to write one, yay!

Also, I’ve been mourning for the whole Sony-MCU thing so it kind of took me a few days to recover.... Sadness Everdeen :((((

Enjoy! Xx

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12

Monday:

“Great job today, Peter.” Mr. Harrington, the Academic Decathlon and Science Club coach & mentor pats Peter on the back the second they walk out the classroom.

Peter just nods weakly. He’s been feeling more drained than ever. It’s been 3 weeks since his trip to Madrid with the Starks and he hasn’t seen his girlfriend in person since they arrived. Mainly because of Tony Stark grounding Y/n for all the PDA action they did in Madrid.

“So I was thinking, maybe you want to help me finish my lego Millennium Falcon set. It has over 7500 pieces.” Ned suggests as the two of them begin to walk along the hallway.

“I’m kinda not in the mood to build legos right now, Ned.” Peter sighs.

“You’ve had the same look on your face for the past 2 weeks, Parker.” MJ who’s standing right behind him, says with a straight face.

“Sorry about that, I’ve been having trouble with uh, personal stuff.” Peter rubs the back of his head.

“Did Y/n break up with you?” Ned asks.

“No! Nothing like that.” Peter clarifies.

“Did she dump you for a taller, cuter guy with a trust fund?” Mj chimes in.

“No, she’s still my girlfriend! I just… I haven’t seen her in almost 3 weeks that’s all.” Peter replies.

“You make it sound like you didn’t have a life before her.” MJ scoffs.

“I did. I just….. It’s my first real relationship, you know? I don’t know how the whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing works.” Peter reasons out.

“Did I hear it right? Penis Parker just said that he has a girlfriend?” Flash runs across Peter and sticks his middle finger out.

They walk out the school door but Ned halts to a stop all of the sudden.

“I also don’t know how relationships work but is the girl designated to visit the boyfriend after school on a Monday?” Ned looks at Peter skeptically.

Peter just furrows his eyebrows at him. Ned points to Y/n who is standing beside a black Audi A8.

You wave at Peter with a huge smile on your face.

“I have to go?” Peter looks at his friends before running towards Y/n.

“What are you doing here?” Peter asks you, slightly panting from the short run.

“I came here to surprise you!” She giggles.

“Best surprise ever.” Peter grins at you and pulls you in for a kiss.

Tony isn’t known for being a strict dad, but seeing Peter and Y/n together triggered him to go full on-Dad mode. He grounded Y/n for 3 weeks, locked the windows in Y/n’s room, and only allowed texts and phone calls as a means of communication between the two teenagers. It’s been difficult, but it makes a moment like this, sweeter and more exciting.

Peter wraps his arms around you, pushing you slightly against your car, attacking you with his kisses. His tongue makes his way to your mouth as the two of you kiss as if… well, as if, you haven’t kissed one another for three weeks. You pull your head away as Peter kisses your jaw and your neck.

“Peter, your friends are looking.” You hold your boyfriend by the biceps.

“Let them. I haven’t seen you in three weeks. I need some Y/n Stark loving.” Peter whispers in your ear before kissing you on the lips again.

“You are so cheesy. We have all the time in the world, Peter Parker.” You pull him away from you.

“Let me go say hi to Ned.” You tell him.

“Yeah, I’ll come with.” He grabs your hand and entwines your fingers together.

“Hi, Ned! Haven’t seen you in a while.” You reach out to hug Ned but Peter won’t let go of your hand.

You look at your boyfriend weirdly but he just gives you a sweet smile.

“Side hug would do.” Ned hugs you with one arm.

“You must be the girlfriend.” A brunette-haired girl smiles at you weakly.

“You must be the famous MJ Peter’s been talking about. Nice to finally meet you, I’m Y/n.” You put your free hand out for her to shake.

You shake hands for a brief second before Peter could pull you in his embrace.

“Peter, you need to calm down.” You kiss him on the cheek.

“I can’t help it.” He smiles down at you, kissing your nose lightly.

“How’d you get here without Happy anyway?” Peter inquires.

You show him your driver’s license attached behind your phone.

“I got it last week. Dad is in Berlin on a business trip with Pepper and Happy, and I have the rest of the week free to spend with you…. Well, after class that is… unless you don’t want to, that’s coo-” Peter shuts you up with a soft kiss.

“Look who’s rambling now.” He chuckles, wrinkling his nose at you.

“Oh shut up. You sound like that in every phone call we’ve had for the past 3 weeks.” You stick your tongue out at him.

“Are they always like this?” MJ asks Ned.

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen Peter like this since….. since never.” Ned replies.

“Remind me never to date anyone from Manhattan island.” Mj tells Ned.

“Where do you plan on taking me?” Peter puts one hand behind your head, playing with your hair, the other on your waist.

“Wherever you want to go. I should give your friends a ride home too. I don’t want to be rude.” You tell him.

“Yeah sure.” Peter nods in agreement.

“Hey guys, Y/n wants to offer you both a ride home.” Peter tells his friends.

“Yeah, why not?” Mj shrugs her shoulders.

“I get to ride in Y/n Stark’s car?!” Ned fanboys.

“Yeah, the car’s open, just hop on in.” You smile at Peter’s friends as the two of them rush inside your car.

You move slightly, signaling Peter to let go, instead, he pulls you in further into his arms, crushing you in his embrace.

“Peter, we’re gonna have to move eventually.” You hug him around his waist.

“I know, I just missed you so much.” Peter sighs.

“Me too.” You whisper.

“Sup Penis Parker, is that the imaginary girlfriend?” A car roars into the background as Flash passes by with his fully-repaired sports car.

You pull away from Peter just in time for Flash to see your face.

“Ah-what?!” Flash furrows his eyebrows.

Peter just shrugs his shoulders before pulling you in for a hug.

“God I miss annoying him.” Peter chuckles.

“Want to go back to my place?” Peter suggests.

“Is that code for make-out?” You raise your eyebrows at him.

“Maybe.” Peter plays with the ends of your hair.

“Alright. Let’s go bring your friends home.” You kiss your boyfriend on the cheek one last time before finally sliding in the driver’s seat.

“May?!” Peter calls out to his aunt the second he opens the door to their apartment.

“Looks like she’s not home.” You tell your boyfriend.

“Hmm, what should we do to kill some time then?” Peter smirks at you before pulling you to his room.

“I don’t know, maybe build some Star Wars lego set?” You joke.

Peter just rolls his eyes before pulling you in his embrace, locking his bedroom door in the process.

“Let’s make ourselves comfortable.” He whispers in your ear as the two of you land on his bed.

He moves on top of you, your legs wrapped around his hips.

“Can’t believe it’s been three weeks since I got to kiss you.” Peter licks the nape of your neck, sucking and nibbling all around until he finds your weak spot, the area below your ear.

“If you’re not careful, you might leave a mark.” You remind him.

“Good, now everyone will know you have a boyfriend.” Peter chuckles lightly before attaching his lips with yours.

“Mhm, my dad won’t be as happy when he sees it.” You laugh.

“Can we not talk about your dad while we’re making out?” Peter suggests.

“Sorry…. My turn.” You hold him by the head and motion your legs to move sideways as you shift right on top of him.

“Where’d you learn that move?” Peter gasps.

“Nat may have taught me a few moves while my dad wasn’t around.” You wink at him before dipping your head to his neck.

You kiss his neck gently before nibbling and biting on the area near his jaw. Your hands holding his head as his fingers stroke your back.

“I’m not the only one who has to walk out of here without a mark.” You giggle, moving back to kiss him on the lips again.

“I won’t be ashamed to have your mark on me.” Peter replies.

“Hmmm, we should make-out more often then.” You bite the top of his ear.

“That would be a definite yes.” Peter growls.

“Peter! Are you home?” A voice interrupts the two of you.

“Shit.” You remove yourself from Peter as he covers his lap with a pillow.

“You alright there?” You look down at Peter’s situation.

“Help me think of something that might turn it off.” Peter pleads with you.

“Peter!! Are you in here?” May knocks on the bedroom door.

“Think of Happy doing a kissy face or something, I don’t know.” You whisper-yell.

Peter breathes in and out deeply.

“That helped, thanks.” Peter laughs.

“Yup! I’m home, May.” Peter replies.

“Come on, let’s go see what she wants.” Peter grumbles before opening the door.

“Oh! Y/n, you’re here? I thought you were grounded?” May inquires.

“My dad is out of town and I have my driver’s license now.” You answer.

“Oh! Well then, I bought a can of cookies if you guys are hungry. By the way, you might want to cover that.” May points at the fresh hickey you gave Peter in the middle of his neck.

You snort out a laugh but Peter just gives you a cold-hard glare.

Tuesday:

“Everyone take 5! After this let’s take up balancing chemical equations. If you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go call my wife and beg for forgiveness.” Mr. Harrington announces before walking out of the chemistry lab.

“I see you and your girlfriend don’t waste time when you’re together.” Mj stares at Peter blankly.

“What?” Peter furrows his eyebrows at her, closing his notebook in the process.

“The big mark on your neck that’s been sticking out like a sore thumb… Yeah, it’s noticeable.” Mj clarifies.

“Oh…” Peter tries to lift the collar of his top to try and cover the mark Y/n left.

“No way! Penis Parker has a hickey!” Flash announces and the everyone in the room stops what they’re doing to look at Peter.

“It’s a spider bite.” Peter lies.

Ned snorts lightly and Peter just glares at him. A knock on the door interrupts everyone’s attention on Peter. The door opens to reveal Y/n holding a box of cookies.

“Oh hi. Sorry to barge in, I just want to drop these off for Peter.” You smile at the students who are gaping at you in bewilderment.

“Don’t mind me. Carry on.” You add, stepping inside and walk towards your boyfriend’s table.

“Hi there.” You grin at Peter and put the box of cookies in front of him.

“Hey…. What are you doing here? I won’t be out for another 20 minutes.” Peter tells you.

“Well, I wanted you to try Helena’s world-famous cookies. Better than the cookies May bought you.” You tell him.

“You came all the way from Manhattan to deliver cookies?” Mj asks you.

“Well that, and I wanted to see my boyfriend.” You reply.

“You guys are sickening.” Mj grumbles before moving to the chair beside Ned.

“Thanks for this.” Peter smiles at you, looks around and notices that nobody is paying attention to the two of you.

He motions for you to sit beside him and you giggle before moving to the seat Mj left available. Peter leans in to kiss you lightly.

“And to think, you complained that I was making you fat with a churro.” Peter laughs, opening the box to eat a cookie.

“Yeah but I was already full and we don’t want to waste food.” You defend.

“These are so good! How have I only tasted these cookies just now? I’ve known Helena the same time I’ve known you.” Peter looks at the cookies like they’re gifts from up above.

“Cookies never really came up in our discussions. Plus, you don’t get to be the only sweet one in this relationship.” You giggle, kissing him on the cheek.

“I may have to keep you around just so I could have more of these cookies in the future.” Peter takes a few more cookies from the box and eats them in large bites.

“I’ll let it slide because you’re hungry, but I will remember that comment later so we could argue about it.” You sneer jokingly at him.

“Oh come on? I was joking. You’re the best.” Peter smiles innocently at you.

“Okay! Let’s start with Chemistry, can anybody- oh.” Mr. Harrington walks in and notices you sticking out like a sore thumb beside Peter.

“May we help you Miss?” He looks at you with widened eyes.

“Stark…. And carry on. I was just about to leave.” You reply, standing up from your seat.

“Oh wow… You’re Tony Stark’s daughter….. Your mom has been a crush of mine since the ’90s, I followed her around Columbia for years…. Of course, I didn’t go there, I just wanted to see her face… Cool alright! Balancing chemical equations! Let’s begin.” He claps his hand and tries to look away from you.

“I’ll go wait in my car.” You whisper in Peter’s ear before walking out of the lab.

You and Peter stop by Delmar’s to buy sandwiches before heading to Peter’s apartment.

“So this is the famous Delmar’s you’ve been telling me about?” Y/n looks around the quaint deli-grocery store.

“Yeah, come on, there’s someone I want to introduce you to.” He grabs your hand and pulls you to the cashier.

“Hey, Mr. Delmar!” Peter greets a middle-aged Latino.

“Hey, Peter Parker! Haven’t seen you in two weeks. What? Did you find a new sandwich place?” Mr. Delmar asks.

“No, I just uh, I didn’t feel like eating sandwiches that’s all. Anyway, this is Y/n Stark. Y/n, this is Mr. Delmar, the owner of the exquisite store.” Peter points around the place.

“Whoa, you’re Tony Stark’s daughter? Wow! I’m a fan.” Mr. Delmar shakes your hand and you can’t help but laugh.

“Yeah. It’s no big deal. He’s okay.” You retort.

“So are you two dating, is that why you introduced me to her?” Mr. Delmar questions.

Peter is dumbfounded and just nods.

“Y-yeah. Y/n is my girlfriend.”

“He’s uh, my boyfriend.”

The two of you reply in unison and just look at one another, flustered.

Mr. Delmar just looks at the two of you in amusement.

“What will it be, Pete?” Mr. Delmar asks.

“Two hotdogs with no condiments.” Peter takes out his wallet to pay for the sandwiches.

“Ba-Peter, it’s fine I can pay for my own sandwich.” You tell him.

“I know.” Peter just smiles at you but still hands his money to Mr. Delmar.

Within a few seconds, Mr. Delmar hands Peter the hot-dogs.

“Take care, you two. Tell May I said hi.” Mr. Delmar states.

“I’ll try.” Peter retorts before opening the door for you.

“You didn’t have to pay for both of our hotdogs. I could’ve paid for mine.” You take the sandwich from his hand as the two of you begin to walk.

“I know, but you’re my girlfriend and I want to feed you and spoil you because I can.” Peter smiles at you.

“You’re awfully sweet, Peter Parker.” You sigh, smiling back up at him.

“That’s what I’m known for.” Peter shrugs before stopping to look around.

“What?” You also stop and look around the area.

“Nothing. Can you hold my sandwich? I need to do something.” Peter hands you his hotdog before grabbing you by the waist.

“Oh my god, Peter no!” You squeal in protest but he’s already hoisting the two of you up.

“Don’t drop our hotdogs.” Peter reminds you, holding you by the waist as he lifts you to the top of their apartment building.

“Don’t drop me.” You retort.

The two of you sit on the edge of the building and you give him his sandwich.

“I’m starting to love your afternoon visits by the way. I think you should stop by more often.” Peter smiles at you.

“Yeah sure, I’ll have my dad drop me off every afternoon because he is that supportive.” You respond.

Peter just rolls his eyes and nudges you slightly.

“So, do you still want me around or do I have to bring you cookies so I can hang out with you?” You start, raising your eyebrows at him.

“Oh come on, I was joking. You know I like having you around.” Peter pulls you closer to him and you lean against his shoulder.

You both eat in silence and look at the mundane sight of Queens.

“By the way, something just came in this morning.” You take the invitation out from your jacket pocket.

“What is it?” You hand Peter the invitation to Le Bal des Débutantes.

“I was invited to become one of the debutantes and I want you to be my partner.” You purse your lips, not exactly sure of Peter’s reaction.

“Wow, I uh-I’m honored but, I don’t… I don’t think I can uh…” Peter looks at you, ready to reject the invitation but remembers Tony’s threat about breaking your heart.

“I don’t know how to dance the waltz.” Peter chuckles nervously.

“That can be arranged! We have a meeting with the organizers at my place on Saturday. We’ll have our fitting done there as well, courtesy of Dior. My dad will be the one escorting us to Paris for the event and of course, ask for May’s approval if she’ll allow you to be my partner.” You explain.

Peter feels his head spinning all of a sudden. This is what he’s always been scared of, the overwhelming contrast of both your lives. It’s always been a huge factor for him, but you’ve never really cared for the whole thing. You just want Peter.

“I’m sorry, I’m overwhelming you again, aren’t I?” You look down at your hands.

“What? Hey no! I’m fine. I just need to get used to the fact that I’m dating a Stark. You know, I’m falling for you right?” Peter inquires, taking your hand in his.

You gasp slightly and look up at him.

“You are?” You whisper.

“Yeah…..” Peter mutters.

“The feeling is totally mutual.” You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him to your embrace.

Wednesday:

“Peter, it’s been 40 minutes, she might not be able to visit you today.” Ned sits beside Peter as the two of them sit on one of the benches in front of Midtown Tech.

“I know but last night, she told me she’ll see me tomorrow. Which I took as a hint that she’s coming here.” Peter replies.

“Or maybe she’s expecting you to come to her in Manhattan?” Ned suggests.

Peter looks at him, dumbfounded.

“That makes sense.” Peter nods his head.

“Alright. I’m gonna go stop by my place, drop my backpack off, and swing to Manhattan.” Peter stands up and fixes his hair.

“You’re just gonna swing around Manhattan as Peter Parker?” Ned questions.

“No, of course not. My suit’s at home. I’m just gonna surprise her at her place.” Peter puts on his backpack.

“Not if I surprise you first.” A voice behind him startles him completely.

“Oh, crap.” Peter jumps slightly and sees you smiling up at him.

“What? Did your spider-senses not work on me?” You laugh, wrapping your hands around his neck to give him a kiss on the lips.

“Well, you’re not so much of a threat considering that you’re my girlfriend,” Peter smirks down at you and hugs you tightly by the waist.

“I’m flattered.” You giggle before pulling away to say hello to Ned.

“Hey, Ned! What’s with the lego box?” You point to his Star Wars Millennium Falcon set.

“Peter and I were gonna build this today but he told me you guys already had plans for the entire week. So, it’s nothing.” Ned replies.

“What? Peter ditched you for me? You’re hanging out with us today. I can help you with your lego set.” You sit beside him.

“You will? I didn’t peg you as someone who plays with lego.” Ned looks at you inquisitively.

“I’m not. I was more of a Polly Pocket kind of girl, but my brother was addicted to lego and he let me build stuff with him. Come on, let’s go to Peter’s place and we can play then.” You stand up and hold your boyfriend’s hand.

Peter smiles down at you in amusement.

“What?” You ask him.

“Nothing, you’re just very cute.” He shrugs his shoulders before kissing you on the nose.

You roll your eyes before motioning them to follow you to your car.

“So, are you going to tell me why you’re late today?” Peter asks the second he slides inside your car.

“I was only like 40 minutes late.” You reason out.

“Yeah, but you were 30 minutes early yesterday.” Peter clarifies.

“Well, I didn’t have a Model UN meeting yesterday. Why are you so freaked out?” You question, turning the car engine on.

“I’m not, I just thought you expected me to swing by your apartment instead of coming here.” Peter replies.

“If we stay at our place, F.R.I.D.A.Y. will alert my dad that you’re in our apartment. He installed the AI in our elevator and foyer. It’s better that I come to you.” You state.

“Oh. I didn’t know that. Is that a new update?” Peter asks.

“He had it installed the day we arrived from Madrid. You know, me being grounded and all. He’s been so unreasonable lately” You grumble.

“I just think Mr. Stark doesn’t know how to deal with her teenage daughter having a boyfriend.” Peter defends your dad.

“I get that you worship the ground my dad walks on, but you have got to stop defending him. He’s just being overbearing.” You drive away from Midtown.

“I’m not defending him, I just don’t think he’s used to you being in a relationship.” Peter responds.

“You say it like I was the biggest relationship virgin before I met you.” You scoff.

“It’s not like you didn’t act all innocent when we met.” Peter argues.

“I could say the same thing to you! Happy told me you rented an adult film at the hotel in Germany.” You look at him with a scowl on your face while driving.

“Wh-What are we even fighting about?” Peter questions.

“I don’t know!” You grip tighter on the steering wheel.

“Oh! That must be our pizza.” Y/n stands up from the floor and runs to the door.

“So….” Ned mumbles, looking at Peter questioningly.

“What?” Peter furrows his eyebrows.

“Are you guys going to continue not talking to each other while building lego? Don’t you want to go say sorry to her?” Ned asks.

“Why should I apologize? I didn’t do anything wrong.” Peter shrugs his shoulders, grabbing a lego block.

“Peter, for someone who’s in a committed relationship, you sure are clueless when it comes to the female brain.” Ned retorts.

“Ned, all I’m saying is, she’s just being overdramatic when it comes to her dad. I was just defending him because he wasn’t there to defend himself.” Peter responds.

“Spoken like a real hero. Dude, just tell her you’re sorry. We both know she’s not going to budge.” Ned advises him.

“What should I say?” Peter panics.

“Tell her you understand how she feels and that you’re sorry you blamed her for overreacting and that she has every right to feel the way she’s feeling.” Ned answers.

“Okay okay.” Peter mumbles.

“What’s taking her so long, anyway? I should go check on her.” Peter stands up and heads to the door.

Peter walks to the door and sees the pizza delivery guy flirting with Y/n.

“I swear you look so familiar…. I think I’ve seen you in magazines before.” The pizza delivery boy smiles at you.

“Um, you got the wrong girl. Now, how much are the boxes in total?” You reach for your wallet.

“They’re free if you give me your number.” The delivery guy smirks at you.

“Wow. Does that work on every girl you’ve delivered pizza to? I don’t need you to pay them for me.” You take out 20 dollars and attempt to grab the two pizza boxes from him.

“I told you, they’re free of charge if you give me a chance.” He moves the boxes away.

“Listen here, buddy…. I carry my taser around with me to avoid men like you. Now give me my pizza or I’ll call your store manager and report you.” You hiss.

He scoffs off your threat.

“Babe, what’s taking so long?” Peter stands beside you and puts his arm around your waist.

“This guy won’t hand me our pizza.” You reply, looking up to your boyfriend, silently thanking him for swooping in.

Peter grabs the pizza boxes from the pizza delivery boy.

“You come near my girlfriend again, and I’m going to kick your ass.” Peter threatens. Peter takes the 20 dollars from your hand and throws it at him before closing the door on his face.

“Thank you.” You smile up at him.

“Who says Iron Man is your only superhero huh?” Peter wraps his free arm around you.

“You’re so good to me.” You sigh and wrap your arms around him.

Ned comes tiptoeing in and grabs the pizza boxes from Peter’s hand.

“I’m sorry I didn’t take your feelings into consideration.” Peter wraps you tighter in his embrace.

“I’m sorry I got mad at you.” You reply.

“You know, that was our first fight as a couple.” Peter looks down at you.

“I don’t like fighting with you. You’re a good man, Peter Parker… You’re so good to me.” You tell him.

“Hmmm.. likewise.” Peter leans down and gives you a light kiss.

“That felt weak, can you do it again?” You raise your eyebrows at him.

“Hmmm, I think you need to beg me first.” Peter teases.

“Okay, I’ll go eat with Ned now.” You attempt to escape from his embrace.

“Okay okay! I’m sorry! Come here!” Peter pulls you to him tightly and kisses you hard.

Your fingers tangle in his hair as the two of you kiss one another passionately. Just as he opens his mouth for your tongue to touch his, he pulls away.

“Come on, Ned might finish the whole thing if we don’t go back there.” Peter takes your hand and pulls you to the living room.

“I’m back to hating you again.” You mumble.

“We can make out when we’re alone.” Peter whispers in your ear.

“Alright. I’ll hold you to it, Parker.” You reply.

“Ned!! 3 slices already?! We were gone for like 3 minutes?” Peter looks at his friend who is about to finish his fourth slice of pizza.

“I told you I was hungry.” Ned shrugs his shoulders, too busy watching Tony Stark’s self-made documentary about himself.

“Even when he’s in Europe, he’s still here.” You grumble, jokingly.

Thursday:

Peter opens his locker and looks at the photos of him and Y/n in Spain as well a photo of him and Ned from Bar Mitzvah they attended 3 years ago.

“So that’s what Peter Parker’s locker looks like.” You stare at Peter’s back, leaning against another locker.

Peter turns around and sees you with a huge smile on your face.

“You have a knack for surprises, Stark.” Peter shakes his head before pulling you in to give you a kiss.

“Please, you love it.” You reply kissing him back.

“Get a room.” Mj passes by briefly and stares at the two of with a blank expression.

“Shall we?” Peter raises his eyebrows, flirtatiously.

“How about…. You walk me around your school?” You suggest.

“Really? There’s nothing much to see here apart from your adorable boyfriend.” Peter raises his head proudly.

“More like a-dork-able… Let’s go sit by the field then. I brought snacks. They’re in my car.” You grab Peter’s hand as the two of you walk towards the school exit.

“Is this your first time to see a high school football practice?” Peter asks as the two of you sit by the stands.

“American football? Yeah. I didn’t realize how large you have to be to play the game.” You stare at the bulky shoulder pads all the football players are wearing.

“I don’t pay attention much to it either. I don’t find the whole tackling thing, fun.” Peter responds.

“Says the guy who fought Captain America and the Vulture.” You raise your eyebrows at your boyfriend before taking a bite of the doughnut you brought.

“That’s Spider-man talk. Peter Parker prefers the company of science nerds and intellectuals…. And his girlfriend.” He puts his free arm around you.

“Wow, I’m touched.” You sigh, jokingly.

Your phone begins to ring and see that that it’s your dad calling you on FaceTime.

“Crap.” You mumble removing Peter’s arm around you.

“He doesn’t know I’ve been visiting you every afternoon for the past week.” You tell Peter before answering your dad’s call.

“Hi, dad!” You greet him and notice that his background is Berlin’s dark skies.

“Hi, sweetie! How’s Peter doing?” He asks.

“Uh, I don’t know. Why are you asking me?” You furrow your eyebrows.

“I know you’ve been going to and fro Queens for the past 3 days, so don’t lie, Y/n Stark.” Tony glares at you through the screen.

“Go easy on her, Tony.” You hear Pepper scold your dad.

“He’s doing okay. See?” You point the camera to Peter who is in the middle of eating a doughnut.

“Hi, Mr. Stark!” Peter greets him with a full mouth.

“Charming.” You scowl at your boyfriend playfully before looking back to your phone screen.

“We’ll be back tomorrow night so you better be home by the time we arrive or you’re grounded again.” Tony threatens.

“I just got out from being grounded.” You protest.

“That’s what you get for not updating Happy where you’ve been for the past week.” Tony replies.

“Wow, all I need now is a long blonde hair and captor named Gothel and I’d the real-life version of Rapunzel.” You mutter.

“Tony, you’re overreacting. Y/n, come straight home after school tomorrow. Peter and his aunt May can come over and have dinner with us. No more driving to Queens for a little while. Just have Peter swing by when it’s okay for your father. Are we good?” Pepper appears on the screen and looks back and forth at me and my dad.

“I’m okay with that.” You shrug your shoulders.

Tony rolls his eyes before agreeing.

“Fine. I guess have no choice. It’s better that I get to be there than to have you two hide and make out behind my back.” Tony grumbles.

“You only walked in on us twice… and they weren’t anything serious.” You reply.

“Still. I made it perfectly clear that you can only do that thing you do for 5 seconds when I’m around….” Tony responds.

“Thing? You mean kiss?” You raise your eyebrows at him, trying to hide your laughter.

You and Peter look at one another, giving each other a tight smile.

“Yeah, whatever. I don’t like seeing it. Anyway, we have to eat. Love you kiddo.” Tony smiles weakly.

“Love you too, Mr. Stark.” Peter replies happily.

“I was talking to my daughter.” Tony mutters.

“Oh right.” Peter awkwardly laughs.

“Love you too, dad.” You giggle lightly.

Tony ends the call and you look at your boyfriend, bemusedly.

“Did you just tell my dad you loved him?” You chuckle.

“What? He’s Tony Stark. If it means I get to hang out with you more often, I might have to tell him that every time I see him.” Peter retorts.

“You’re such a fanboy.” You shake his head before eating again.

“I’m your biggest fanboy.” Peter kisses on the cheek.

You look at your boyfriend and notice doughnut icing near his lips.

“You’re a sloppy eater, Peter Parker.” You laugh, wiping off the icing from his mouth.

“Is May home?” You ask, looking back and forth from Peter’s lips and eyes.

“She is.” Peter answers, mutteringly.

“There’s a parking lot nearby.” Peter suggests.

“Is that another code for make-out?” You play with his curly hair.

“I don’t know, you tell me.” Peter smirks.

“Let’s go then.” You wink at him, grabbing the empty wrappers in one hand, and Peter’s hand in the other.

“Eager, are we?” Peter laughs.

“Only for you.” You purr.

Peter’s eyes widen and he gulps nervously.

‘Is she planning on doing more or something? What if I get too happy too soon? She’s seen how our make outs usually affect me afterward. She might want to do more.’ Peter thinks to himself.

“Are you okay?” You stare at your boyfriend’s blank expression.

“Y-yeah.” Peter stutters.

“Peter, we’ve made out a couple of times now…. What’s eating you?” You question.

“Oh… so we’re just going to make out, great.” Peter lets out a sigh of relief.

“Look, if you don’t want to, that’s fine. I can just go home and watch a movie.” You release his hand.

“No-no. Let’s go make-out.” Peter grabs your hand as the two of you walk across the middle of the football field.

The football players stop what they’re doing and stare at you and Peter… mostly at you, probably knowing that you’re Tony Stark / Iron Man’s daughter.

“Hey, Parker! You’re gonna have to teach me your moves with the ladies.” One guy calls out.

“Me too! How about a date with the Black Widow or something?” Another one chimes in.

“Oh yeah! I hear she’s feisty, that one!” You move your head and glare at the direction of the guy who said it.

“Careful! She might call Captain America on you, dude.” The guy beside him, warns.

“High school boys are such jerks.” You mutter as you and Peter walk across the field at a fast pace.

The two of you reach your car and you let out a huge sigh of relief the second the two of you slide in.

“Baby, are you okay?” Peter asks.

You stare at Peter, dumbfounded.

“What did you just call me?” You raise your eyebrows.

Peter’s eyes widen, the second he realizes what he’s done.

“You just called me baby for the first time.” You whisper.

“Oh… Shoot, I did. I’m sorry, I won’t call you that again if you don’t like it.” Peter looks down before you can even reassure him.

“No, I kinda like it.” You reply.

“You do? Alright then. From now on, you’re now my baby.” Peter smiles at you.

“Can I call you baby as well?” You ask.

Peter just nods before pressing his lips against yours.

Friday:

“I can’t believe I was invited to dinner with the Starks! Do I look okay?” Aunt May asks Peter.

She is wearing a beige, A-line dress while Peter is wearing a white button-down and khaki trousers. The of them enter the private elevator that only opens to the penthouse.

“I love your outfit. This Y/n girl is really prepping you to look like one of them.” Aunt May smiles at Peter.

“When we were in Madrid, she snuck in a few tops and pants in my luggage as if I didn’t notice. I didn’t want to reject them because she might cry and Mr. Stark will kill me. It still feels overwhelming but she’s been really good to me…. And she’s my first official girlfriend which is nice.” Peter shrugs his shoulders.

“Your first girlfriend is Iron Man’s daughter and you’re Spider-man….. This all feels crazy to me.” Aunt May shakes her head.

“Thanks for not ripping my head off when you saw me with the costume, by the way.” Peter laughs.

“I would have, but I know you’re tough. I still get scared every now and then, knowing that you’re Spider-man and you get to fight bad guys, but I know you’re brave enough to fight your own battles.” Aunt May pats Peter on the arm.

The elevator door opens and Peter sees his girlfriend waiting for him nearby in a pale pink dress and kitten heels.

“You’re here! Welcome to our um… humble abode.” You point around to the foyer as Peter and his Aunt May walk in.

“Wow! The place smells and looks very nice.” Aunt May looks around before giving you a hug.

You move towards your boyfriend to give him a kiss but Tony’s timing stops you.

“The Parkers are here! Hi May, Peter!” Tony walks in and shakes May’s hand and puts an arm around Peter’s shoulders.

“You look different today, Spider-boy….” Tony looks at Peter with a curious expression.

“You mean, he looks like he’s all dressed up?” You suggest.

“Hi! You must be the famous Aunt May.” Pepper walks in and gives her a handshake.

“That’s me! I’m sorry we weren’t able to bring anything for dinner.” May tucks her hair behind her ear.

“Oh, non-sense! We’re happy to host. Peter, hello again!” Pepper hugs Peter and she gives you a slight wink.

You just roll your eyes and intertwine your hands with Peter’s.

Pepper stands beside Aunt May as the two of them stare and smile at you and Peter looking at each other with smiles on your faces.

“They grow up so fast, don’t they?” Pepper asks May.

“I can’t believe my little girl is dating before 22. When she was 8 and I tucked her in bed, I asked her to make a promise to never have a boyfriend before graduating college.” Tony explains. “Like you never had girlfriends while you were at MIT.” Pepper rolls her eyes at him.

“Really? Dad never told me about his past girlfriends.” You raise your eyebrows at your father.

“That’s because it’s irrelevant.” Tony replies.

“Dinner is ready.” Helena announces.

Tony signals Aunt May and Pepper to walk ahead. He faces his daughter and Peter.

“Behave.” Tony reminds you before walking away.

“You look very pretty.” Peter smiles down at you.

“And you look so handsome!” You respond, kissing him lightly on the cheek.

Pepper and Tony sit on one side while you, Peter, and May sit on the other. Helena and the rest of the helpers walk in carrying Porchetta, mashed potatoes, and various kinds of sauces.

“Wow! That looks delicious.” May stares at the porchetta.

“It’s one of Tony’s favorites. He only eats this when there’s something important coming up.” Pepper states.

“I didn’t know this dinner was important.” You look at your dad and Pepper.

“Well, this is the first time we’re having dinner with your boyfriend and his aunt. Better this, than tenderloin steak.” Tony replies.

Peter grabs the serving fork and knife and puts a slice of pork on your plate as well as a spoon-full of mashed potatoes.

“You didn’t have to do it for me.” You laugh at your boyfriend’s chivalry.

“I know, but I wanted to do it.” Peter grabs your hand.

Tony lets out a fake cough, staring at the two teenagers.

“So I hear Y/n has been spending her afternoons at your place for the past week?” Tony looks at May who is more lenient when it comes to you and Peter.

“She has! We love having her around! Whenever they’re not doing stuff that teenage couples do, they study or watch a movie. It’s refreshing to see Peter so happy whenever she was around.” May answers.

Tony had the idea to scold the two in front of Pepper and May, but he couldn’t find it in himself to be mad at them after May’s praises.

“I hope she wasn’t much trouble. When she was little, we used to call her the ‘queen of destruction’, everything she touched turns completely to shreds, that includes important files from my office.” Tony states at you with a sly smile on his face.

“Like Peter was any different. He was a curious kid, he drew on the walls, threw boxes around pretending it was Captain America’s shield. Little did I know, he actually turned out to be Spider-man.” May looks at his nephew, adoringly.

Y/n, Tony, and Pepper’s eyes grew large, not knowing that May already knew Peter’s secret.

“I walked in on him when he was having a Spidey moment.” May clarifies.

They all begin to eat and talk about the two teenagers’ most embarrassing moments, it lasted on until dessert.

“So Tony, I hear you graduated summa cum laude at MIT?” May asks, digging into the bowl of vanilla ice cream in front of her.

“I did. I was hoping all three of my children would follow their dad’s footsteps and become a legacy but my first-born is at Dartmouth and this one already has her eyes set on either Princeton or Yale.” Tony points the dessert spoon at you.

“Peter’s been studying hard so he could get a scholarship at Empire State University. It’s been his dream school since we passed by the campus when he was 9.” May puts her hand on Peter’s shoulder proudly.

“You know, I can help you get into MIT. It’s one of the best schools in the country… or you know, you can also take the Stark Industries scholarship.” Tony states.

Pepper looks at him in bewilderment. There was no such thing as Stark Industries scholarship. This was Tony being overly-generous towards Peter…. again. He hates to admit it, but Tony sees Peter as a protege more than just his daughter’s boyfriend. He knew Peter was capable of being the best in his field.

“That would be nice, Mr. Stark, but I’ll be okay.” Peter replies.

You grab Peter’s free hand in yours and smile at him.

“Oh, by the way, did Peter tell you about the ball that we invited Peter to attend?” Tony asks May.

“No, I think he forgot that little detail.” May coughs lightly before looking at Peter.

“Yeah. There’s this debutante ball that my daughter was invited to and she wants Peter to be her escort. I hope that’s okay with you?” Tony inquires.

“Oh how nice! Is this one of those high society debutante ball here in New York?” May questions.

“See now that’s the tricky part. It’s going to be in Paris this November. Of course, you’re also welcome to join us so you could see the whole thing. Y/n will be in a gown, Peter will be sporting a tuxedo, the whole enchilada… yada yada yada…. We really do want Peter to be the one to escort Y/n to her first ball.” Tony chokes up a little, looking at you with a weak smile.

“Wow! Now that’s something….. As long as I get to see Peter off at the event, sure, why not?” May smiles at Tony and Pepper.

“Great. You and Peter come here again tomorrow after lunch for the fitting and preparations.” Pepper replies.

The helpers all come in at the same time to take the dessert bowl away.

“Dad, Peter and I are just going to be in the living room. Is that okay?” You ask your dad who lets out an annoyed expression.

“Fine.” Tony crosses his arms as the two of you leave the dining room.

May’s gaze follows the two teenagers as they walk out hand in hand.

“They’re good kids.” May states.

“They really are.” Pepper smiles.

“Yeah. I just love giving them a hard time.” Tony chuckles.

You and Peter sit on the white couch, facing each other.

“Are you okay? You were kinda quiet back there.” You ask your boyfriend who is looking down on his fingers.

“I’m fine…. I just get anxious when we talk about um….. things such as debutante balls and college.” Peter replies.

“This is what we get for having intrusive family members.” You joke.

“I knew the whole ball preparation will freak you out, considering there are tons of protocols to follow…. But you can always tell me if you’re feeling overwhelmed.” You say, moving closer towards him until both of your noses are pressed against each other’s.

“But do we really have to dance?” Peter groans moving his head against the couch in frustration.

You just roll your eyes at him.

“Yes, we do! That’s the whole point of the ball.” You reply.

Peter sighs before leaning in to give you a light kiss. He tries to pull away knowing that your dad is just a few meters away, but you don’t let him.

“Uh uh, we’re not done.” You mumble against his lips, caressing the back of head, kissing him passionately.

“Okay then.” Peter laughs, his hands moving to your waist, completely pulling you against his chest.

He coaxes your mouth open for his tongue to tangle with yours. You moan slightly, twisting your head a little as the of you continue to make out. He grabs your legs and slides you on his lap and you move a bit to wrap your arms around his shoulders. He moves his head below your ear.

“Is this what you want?” Peter whispers in your ear, biting it lightly before leaving kisses and nibbles on your neck.

“Mhm.” You whisper back, trying to hold back a loud moan.

You hear the faint steps of Pepper and May’s heels and quickly pull yourself away from Peter.

“What the hell?” Peter mumbles as you accidentally hit him in the groin in the process.

You stand up and see your dad, Pepper, and May, still engrossed in a casual discussion.

“What happened to him?” Tony points at Peter whose face is red.

“Oh, he just uh…. Hit himself by accident. It’s been happening a lot lately… he’s fine.” You reassure them.

You look at your boyfriend who looks like is barely recovering.

“Score.” He mumbles.

“Alright then…. Peter, shall we go?” May suggests.

“Yup. I’ll be right up.” Peter grumbles, standing up carefully.

“You okay?” You chuckle, looking at your boyfriend with an amused expression on your face.

“You’re lucky I lo-like you a lot.” Peter retorts.

“Come on, I’ll walk you to the elevator.” He puts an arm around you, as the two of you follow the adults walking ahead.

“Happy, my head of security will be bringing you two home. He’s waiting downstairs.” Tony states.

“Happy’s driving us? Sweet.” Peter laughs.

May walks inside the elevator. Peter takes the short seconds left to kiss you. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiles down at you.

You just nod before giving him another peck. He waves at Peter and Pepper before walking inside the elevator. Just before the elevator door closes, Peter sneakily gives you an air kiss which you pretend to catch.

“Cute.” Pepper smiles at you.

“He is so whipped.” Tony shakes his head as the three of you walk out the foyer.

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TV Episodes

THE SECOND WORLD

1. John

In the ward of the hospice, John sitting beside the window, his hair was full of the white. The sunset through the window come into the room and shining on the John’s face. John sitting on his wheel and wrapping in the blanket. He is watching the leaflet on his hand. He saw many words on leaflet said, ‘SAVE WORLD, SAVE HUMAN’,’YOU’RE THE WORLD HERO’,’THE SECOND WORLD LIFE, THE AFTER-DEAD LIFE’,’REMEMBER YOUR CODE: G20738946…’. After soon, John closing his eyes and fall in sleep. John seem like saw his body become the bobbles and flying in the air.

2. Life Cinema

Suddenly, John feeling the noisy around him. And the noisy woke up John. He was slowly opened his eyes impatiently. John found he was sitting in a cinema, but the auditorium only has himself. Then, the screen slowly showing the movie title ‘JOHN’S LIFE’. John looking at the screen. The screen playing the show fast. It was playing ‘the moment of the John to be born, firstly go to school, grow up and be an adult, get married, his first child come out… ‘. John thinking, ‘Is this the second life? The after-dead life?’ Then, ending of the movie and came up the subtitle. ‘CONGRATULATION! YOU ’RE THE 269,380,406 MEMBERS, PLEASE CHECK YOUR LIFT ARM, YOUR CODE NUMBER: G20738946 ON IT’.

3. Who is ‘DEATH’

At this time, a stronger light suddenly come into the dark cinema. John puts hand on his eyes for resist that stronger light. He saw two dark shadows in this light, one tall and one short shadow slowly close to him. These two dark shadows thin and tall, they’re wearing in the big black cloak. And they held their aircraft which shape is seem like the Death’s Sickle. John feeling shocked. The dark shadow is Floch and his intern student. And Floch explain to John, ‘they’re just the worker who are working for people. In THE SECOND WORLD, here have thousands of ‘Deaths’. And the ‘Death’ is a job, it is same to others different jobs’. John hesitated to follow them out of the dark cinema. John feeling scared. Floch and his intern student bring John to GOD COMPANY. There is responsible fore charger of THE SECOND WORLD company. Then, they’re using Floch’s aircraft to fly into the sky.

4. The important GOD COMPANY

Then, they’re arrived the GOD COMPANY. When they come into the company hall, John found here is quiet and peoples are orderly working in here. Floch bring John into the lift, they’re up to the 23rd floors immediately. Then, Floch motion John go into the 33rd room where is front of John. When John walked into the 33rd room, John found a virtual computer person who is standing back to him. He names is Gade No.6, and he is one of the GOD COMPANY managers, came from the main world (real world). Gade No.6 work is help people to calculate their scores and guide people their life in THE SECOND WORLD. Gade No.6 using a screen to showing John’s scores. It’s 365240 points. Gade No.6 explain that scores come from the good things and bad things John did before. Gade No.6 told John he could work in THE SECOND WORLD to earn points for buying any of goods.

5. First meet Gade No.6

Gade No.6 told John here’s people are needn’t to eat or drink anything. John feeling confused, and don’t know how to use his points. Gade No.6 explain in THE SECOND WORLD, here have the score shop, you could exchange your home, your device, your clothes, even your new life in the main world, to start new life in the main life. Then, Gade No.6 showing the works in THE SECOND WORLD. And recently THE SECOND WORLD add one more new work, it’s kind of like a sport work. John feeling surprised. Because he was a successful athlete when he was young. John crazy for sport. John think he is too old and couldn’t work anymore. Then Gade No.6 told John, ‘In THE SECOND WORLD, you won’t get older or get ill or die. You will get the perfect status to working every day.’ Gade No.6 give the score shop’s address to John and told John to go there. John suddenly feeling surprise and happy for his life in THE SECOND WORLD.

6. The score shop

John look at his left arm screen, he found that shop address and going there. He found a colourful shop which is decoration by full of colourful neon. John walk into this score shop. John saw a person who looks like a child in this score shop. He wears a big, circle glasses, and sitting on the chair which is flying in the air. His name is Scott, he was busy to tallying the goods. John looking for the manager of scores shop, John thought he just a child for the score shop. But Scott is the shop manager. Scott manage score shop for many hundreds years. Scott made by THE SECOND WORLD system. Same as NPS in the game. After Scott told John he is the shop manager, Scott check for John’s scores. Then, Scott bring John to show the goods from the score shop.

7. ‘NEW LIFE’

Scott bring John walk into a hall of this shop. Here have many of different shapes neon screens full of this big colourful hall. This hall is selling the ‘NEW LIFE’. It’s not only had the human being choice, also have any species selection can offer people to buy. John ask how many points could change the cheapest species. Scott told John become the ant, it only needs 12.3 billion points. Scott also list the other species. For example, become the kitty, 386 billion points. To become the dog, 588 billion points. To become the lobster, 132 billion points. Then, John ask how many points could change the human being. Scott told John It need 1000 billion. They’re too expensive and John can’t afford anything. John suddenly feeling upset and lost for his life. Scott found John feeling upset, then took John to other room.

8. Home in THE SECOND WORLD

Scott bring John to another hall. This hall is different than last hall. It is full of the white and cool colours. John feeling confused. He looks at this white and rugged hall. Then John take a closer look, he found many of apartment models. Scott told John here is house selling room. The house is just the program for people. To provide people a place to live. John still feeling confused, John thought they’re just the programs, why should them need a program to live. Scott patiently to told John. ‘The house program is more like the shelter. It will protect you. If you don’t have any house to live, you will be the tramp, always stay outside. One day your program will have the virus intrusion, and your program will be crashed. You will be died in real.’ John took a breath and feeling scared. Scott told John the house is cheap, and don’t worry about it. Then, John start to looking at these models and select it.

9. Get my new home

John standing front by a little white apartment model. John’s eyes are attracted by this little model. John decide to buying this little ‘house’, but John don’t know how to pay for it, then John asked Scott. Scott take out a device to John, the device shape kind of like a screen. A stronger light suddenly shining to the John’s eyes. John using his hand to cover his eyes. Then, the payment successful, Scott make that house program into John personal program. Then, Scott told John how to using his personal program to back into his house. Also, Scott give John Miss Walker’s address. She is the work manager. Then, Scott disappeared in the air. Here only has John standing in this hall. John looking at his screen and ready to go for Miss Walker.

10. The Work in THE SECOND WORLD

Miss Walker sitting in an office, and a large floor to ceiling window beside to her. Miss Walker wearing a delicate suit, her neat curls are scattered on her body. Miss Walker concentrated on her works. A knock door sound suddenly come. John walk into the office and sitting front Miss Walker’s office desk. Miss Walker give John a screen and showing the work category for John. But John already decide he want to get the sport work. Then, Miss Walker send sport workplace to John, also arrangement sport staff to John. After then, Miss Walker continue to concentrate on her work. John quietly to leaving the office room.

11. Fantasy workplace

John comes to his workplace. It is a huge transparent glass cover building. John could see their hard working inside clearly. John standing outside this building a while. The glass cover could show John face. John raised his left foot and tried to get in, but suddenly silently took his foot back. John thought, is that my life in THE SECOND WORLD, what do I want in here? Then, John decide to back his home.

12. Rest

John up his left arm and turn on ‘go back home mode’. Then he gets in a white private space immediately. It’s kind of like a white box. Then, John touched the white walls. A menu come out suddenly. That is a customizable room, it could change any mode for you room. For example, ‘DAY/NIGHT’. Also, it could change your room or furniture’s colour. John looks that dazzling menu page and feeling tired. Then, John turn on night mode and get bed for rest. Then John thought, is it going to start my THE SECOND WORLD? Why could THE SECOND WORLD exist? What do I want in here? Is this really what everyone wants? Then, John fall in sleep.

13. The world is the world

When John wake up again, John found he sitting beside the window. John looking at the sunset, he feeling this scene is very familiar. Till John found the leaflet in his hand, he realized. John found the picture in his hand is a photo of the details of the cemetery park that his daughter sent him. He realized, there is no THE SECOND WORLD exist, it’s all the imagine. John smelling at this moment. John looking at the sunset, then he looking at the photo in his hand. Suddenly, he found a string of code on the photo left corner. The code is ‘G20738946’…

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All-Stars -Story Mode- [CHAPTER 10]

I had gotten started on writing with chapter 12 when I’ll just give the 10th and 11th chapters here. Still time to do so when I know that’s Friday and it’s the weekend, yay!

So, enjoy for the rest of the 10th chapter. ;)

-Chapter 10-

“Nikolai!”

The Russian woke up to the sound of Dempsey’s voice echoing through the hallway, he groaned and got up to his feet, he turned his head to face the boarded up window and see the smogy tan clouds covering up the sky, with no signs of sunlight so ever! Wunderbar (Wonderful in German) and joyous day, a smoggy morning.

Oh joy! Smoggy morning!

He had dark rings under his eyes as he had tried to look for them but failed, in defeat, they walked to find the place to hide and fight against the dead when moon begins to rise from the mountains, when they did, it was an hotel, that like the other buildings, abandoned but thankfully not as damaged like the rest.

They were not hesitate to broad up every window they see on the outside and even on the inside as well, then head inside and find something for them to lay down for the night but 4 of their own needed to stay up to watch in case the dead or even the soldiers of Helghast that had kidnapped the kids comes back. Demoman, Engineer, Edward & Takeo are up all night for any signs of anything with legs but nothing when the clouds begins to light up the tan color, meaning the sun is coming up. Nikolai gave it much thought about the clouds’ color for a moment, then walking away from the window as he placed his hand on his forehead, remembering the dream involving a girl in the storm and mysterious woman being there.

“Who was that woman? Who was that girl I had seen?” NIkolai asked to himself then he heard a knock that the door, he removed his hand from his forehead and said “Come in.”

To his surprise, it’s Spy, looking ready for the new morning’s rise as he said “I see that you’re awake by Dempsey first before I could be able to.” with a gentle smile but it’s only half way, he knows what had happened yesterday.

“I can tell by that Spy.” Nikolai said as he looked at the French man with ease, Spy looked at Nikolai’s hair and said “Nice hair Nikolai.” as he pointed at it. Nikolai chuckled a little bit as he feels his hair with his glove-free hand as he walked away to find his hat and the rest of his attire.

Spy sighed “But I do have good news for this however, Scout had been ‘scouting’ around, heheh… anyway, he had been scouting and found out where their base was.” as Nikolai had founded his things and starts to get ready for another day to fight, while doing that, Nikolai replied “Is that so Spy?” as he put on his vest.

“Indeed, I can feel it in my bones that it’s Radec’s base. Also, we have word from Mrs. Pauling again and I’m not sure if you’re going to take it well Nikolai.” Spy explained more as Nikolai puts on his bullet-proof vest, his ears perked up to listen further on what Spy is going to say more as he replied “Do tell Spy.”

“Well, she had contact with someone who had just used Morse Code and saying if we want to know what is going on is… Well, having all four of you to join us to figure and solve this problem out.” He blurted out, making Nikolai jumped to that sight of the news about a sudden change in plans. He turned to face Spy with disbelief, “But we are not mercenaries like you, surely there’s been-”

“Sadly it’s true but there are good news from it however,” Spy insisted, “If we are going to rescue them first, we need a plan for that Rescue Mission first and fast.”

“You mean we are going to-”

“Rescue Frisk and Mugman first? Oui.” he answered, Nikolai was a little relieved to hear this, he didn’t if his teammates would like being with RED for a while now but he had the feeling that they had the news broke to them as well on this morning.

“What are we supposed to do after we rescued them?” he questioned, Spy turned and said “They’ll stay with us for safety, I can tell they had been through enough to last a year.”

Nikolai then looks for his hat but didn’t find it, he wasn’t drunk and he knows where he put it last night when he was asleep then Pyro comes in the room, wearing his hat.

“Hey Nick!” Pyro murmured, catching his attention and turned to greet Pyro but saw that they are wearing his hat, it almost fit them perfectly like how it’d fit him. “They must’ve took it while I was asleep.” he thought as Pyro pointed to the hat.

“I think you’re looking for this.” They muffed again, then bending down for Nikolai to take to winch he did and then put it on his head again. “Спасибо, Pyro.” He said as Pyro begins to walk away. “Your welcome Nikolai!” They muffed happily as they walked out of the room.

Spy chuckled as Pyro left, then turned back to Nikolai, “If you’re done getting dressed for this,” he stated, “We better get going to the others, I can tell they are working on the battle plan right now.” before walking out of the room, Nikolai behind him as he wondered for a moment about the dream he had; who was that woman and who was that Young Lady in the storm? What has this to do with them?

-Back in the Bunker with Bendy-

Bendy was getting worried for his friends, they haven’t come back yesterday? Did they abandoned him, were they caught and eaten by God know what? Are they dead? Thoughts keep plaguing his mind for a while.

“Where were they?” he thought as he paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, Boris hasn’t been gone for this long when they first got to the bunker three days before and now this is happening?

Bendy looked at the clock and it’s 7:37 in the morning, he could still wait for the others but it’s too long now, he felt lone, the only soul with common sense to stay inside till this situation dies down.

“Oh what am I supposed to do? There’s no army radio in here, besides the speakers in here. I can’t go outside without a weapon of some sorts. I can’t wait for them here.”

“You’re dang right you can’t wait for them here.” a female voice called out.

“You’re right I- Huuh??” Bendy said as he looked around the room, was someone else here with him? “And you can’t just sit here any longer ether hoping what will happened next if you did.” Voice said again, this time it’s coming from the speakers on the bunker. Bendy got off the couch he was sitting at and looked at the speakers and asked “Who are you?”

“Just call me Knight.” the voice replied, “And you must be Bendy the Dancing Demon, am I wrong?”

“Yeah? What’s your business with me?” he maintained.

“Be quiet and listen if you want to stay alive, you have to get out of the bunker and find your friends.” Knight cautioned, Bendy was confused with this attitude of hers, “I have to? But I don’t have a weapon!” he exclaimed to the speakers.

“I know that, was there a rucksack in the bunker with you?” Knight asked him, Bendy looked around and sees a rucksack, a brown outdoor canvas leather travel hiking camping rucksack, he finds that it’s strange, it’d wasn’t here with him from three days before, he pointed at it and said “Is this it?”

“Yes!” She exclaimed, Bendy picked it up to look at it with a confused yet curious look. “You may need it for the long journey ahead of you, I fear that Boris and the others had been captured by the Helghast Empire.” She stated, Bendy dropped the rucksack when he heard this news, “They were what!?” he yelled out as droplets of ink fell from him as they formed. “Now now Bendy, calm down, it’d is bad but I can promise you that there are others who can help you get them back.” Knight stated with her voicetone had smoothed as Bendy took deep breaths to calm himself down, he knows this as he had transformed into a monster after his emotions escalated.

“We will get them back, trust me.” Knight said, Bendy looked at the speakers again with questions running through his head once more “Mind telling me who the “OTHERS” are and why would you think that they can help me? I can take care of this myself!” he said with a over-brave voice, Knight somehow doubted that since:

Bendy will emotionally turn into a monsters if his emotions gone out of control and unchecked.

If they are arm with weapons, he would run away like a frighten headless chicken as they will hunt him down and gut him like a fish.

If he is going to die by ether Radec and/or enemies, what is he going to lose? He’ll die in the world of the unknown if he’s ever going to do this alone.

With an idea in her head and a leader tone in her voice she said “If you’re willing to do this by yourself, you’re going to need a shortcut to get to their base in order to do so.” as Bendy continues to look at the speakers. “I’m listening.” He jabbed, crossing his arms as he listened intently to the speakers. “The short-cut through an old school, trust me, that short-cut isn’t going to be easy, it’ll be challenging for you because uh… there’s a grim warning for making a mistake on quizzes.” Knight spoke with little hesitation, Bendy raised an eyebrow at this plan as he said “I can take that short-cut, what school are we talking about?”

“I can’t explain what school specific but I’ll just give you the directions to it, if you get out of the bunker and out of the elderly home, go down the LongBridge Brook street on a straight line then go to the left around the corner. And once you do that, take a sharp right across the Timberwolf street and soon you will find the school I warn you about.” Knight finishing her directions to the Ink Devil, only to find out that he had fell asleep on her when she was telling him this.

Annoyed with this, she bellowed in a demonic voice that the Devil himself had used if he’s ever annoyed with this. “BENDY!!”

Bendy woke up with a shout of fear then fell downward onto the ground, “WHA- Why-!? Where!? Who!?” he stuttered out as he stumbles back on his feet.

“Did you even hear what I just said, Bendy?” Knight accused as Bendy is once again looking at the speakers.

He shook his head as he placed his hand on it, “No, it sounded like “Blah blah, out of the bunker and out of the old-age home, blah blah blah, down the street in a straight line then go to the left around the corner, blah blah, take a sharp right across the street. Blah blah and then soon I will find the school I warn you about.” Bendy answered.

Bendy felt like her voice had glared a hole through him, if her voice had any eyes, it wouldn’t describe how both funny and disturbing it could be.

“For once you need to listen if you want them back.” She scolded Bendy like how a parent would do, “Just do what I say, get food, water and a weapon for the journey ahead, it’s only-”

she said before being rudely interrupted by Bendy saying “””the beginning” Blah blah blah blah, “Stay out of sight,” blah blah, “Danger lurks around the corner.” blah blah blah, “Speech after Speech,” blah blah blah. “Consequences.” I know! Let me get ready first woman!”

With a hmpth from Knight, Bendy grabbed the rucksack and goes over to the room where the bunk beds were, he picked out an axe, 5 cans of bacon soup, an canteen filled water and clothing for cold weather. He then headed for the door out of the bunker with a lantern in hand, he gave the room one last look to it before opening the door and leaving it opened in case anyone else who got caught in the situation like this. He then walks down the the hall with the lantern lighting up the way as he makes to the ladder out of the underground, he looked up towards the dark hole above before locking the lantern to his side and ascending up on the ladder.

Bendy was thinking to their situation was like right now, it doesn't bare thinking about as he drips more ink. “What if they…” Bendy thought “What they are going to do the same thing to them like how they done to Boris? Oh no… Guys, I’m coming.” before he hits his head onto the hatch and rubs his head in pain.

“Ow!”

Bendy then opened the hatch with his left hand then looked around, it’s morning but the smoggy clouds are still covering the sky, blocking out any trace of sunlight but the clouds are tan now. Bendy then crawls out of the hatch before closing it as he looked around for any corpses that are still walking.

“To think it would be sunny by now.” He said to himself-

“Shhh…!! Little more quieter please?”

Bendy then looked around with an ax in his hands when he spotted undead movement.

“Zombies” he said without doubt when he heard them moaning and groaning from outside of the elderly house, “They always had to eat flash of the living, don’t they now?” then he creates a blob of ink on the palm of his hand, “Alright, it’s go time.”

Then he threw a blob of ink at the doorway then hid in the puddle of his own ink, zombie then comes to the source of the noise after it had climbed into the nearby broken window and began to look around.

“Just a little more to here…!” Bendy said as a zombie with eyes that glowed orange is heading over to where he was, zombie had been aware that it wasn’t the only one in the room as it looked around. Bendy sought his chance and pounced onto it with open arms, splattering ink all over it and took control over it.

Bendy looked at himself in the mirror of the mirror, he is a zombie but newer features added to it; Besides the blood splattered all over its body, now ink had splattered nearly all over it, its eyes are inky black but its eye-iris is apple red.

“Now,” Bendy said lightly, “Let’s see if I can blend in with them.” as he picked up his rucksack and dragging it behind him

Then he leaves the room and into a hallway, in the hallway, there were zombies walking, standing, doing things that are concerned zombie-related normal as they eyed Bendy. It’s… Unusual for a zombie to be covered in ink and having ink black and apple red eyes as normal but still, Bendy kept walking/stumbling across the building as others walked around him.

Bendy then sees a cyan and light blue white 5-point star in the center of it, curious, he walked over to it and slightly touched it.

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Bendy blinked when he saved his file, he looked at the star again in confusion. “Uh… What just happened?”

“It’s a SAVE Point, you can save your progress whenever you’d touched it.” Knight explained, “Mind telling this to me again in plain english, Knight?” he asked subconsciousness. “It means whenever you’ve died, you’ll be brought back to the SAVE Point on your adventure, like going back in time to redo the whole thing.”

“Going back in time?”

Zombie had happened to look over to Bendy and then raises its hand and had it’s index finger point at him and then lets out a screeched, a screech of “That zombie’s a spy!”

“Also, I think it’s a good time to run now Bendy.” Knight also mentioned as Bendy looked around and saw every single eyes of the undead are looking at him with a promise of “We will hunt you down and gut you like a fish!” as Bendy’s eyes grew wide with

shock.

Then very quickly in a flash; Bendy ran for it, running for his life as zombies are running, lacking the speed to keep up with him. “Why can’t they just be any other people?!” he shrieked at the top of his lungs as droplets of ink fall to the floor.

A horde of zombies are running to keep up to Bendy as he ditched the zombie he used as a meat disguise and kept right on running as there were a group of four (yet very familiar) men are outside, they were walking but when they heard the sounds of the dead from within the elderly home, they knew it right away and are not hesitate to get out their weapons like they had done this loads of times before.

Even for Primis’ original counterparts, they didn’t called this group of men the Ultimis Crew for nothing, as they are the kings of carnage and zombie killers

“Oh, mein children really are here!” Richtofen said, his smile is tainted with another day to kill.

“This just never ends…” Dempsey muttered angrily.

Takeo said nothing as the captain got out his family sword to fight, much to his annoyance to the Russian being drunk as ever.

“Nikolai will break them!” Sergeant said as he had a smile of a drunk man, as they were ready for the dead to come out and try to rip them apart for dinner but they were not expecting something else to come out, not a zombie or other types of zombies they had encountered but what they didn’t know that Bendy, the Dancing Demon had just came straight out of the elderly home and ran right into the crew shouting “Get out of my way!!”

“What the-” The corporal yelled before being forced to get out of the way by Takeo for the Ink Demon to ran through them and kept right on running. That made The Doctor very interested by the Toonic deviling.

“Hmm… Interesting.” Richtofen said as he smiled and putting finger and thumb on his chin, he had seen a little few cartoons on television but never in real life before, he was wondering himself about Bendy and wondered if 115 had something to do with this.

“Richtofen,” Dempsey began, “Less thinking and more killing freakbags!” as he once again got out PPSh, making him looked and saw the horde is spilling out of the old home, making him getting out his most prized wonder weapon: Wunderwaffe DG-2 with a grin of a mad man, he yelled out his phrase whenever the wave of zombies is coming in; “Ze Doctor is in!”

Bendy, meanwhile is running as fast as his legs can carry him, he was looking back with his mind wondering if the four men he had ran though will be alright with the dead until he bumps into a wall as he forgot winch way he was going. “Owie!”

He looked up and sees a street sign,

LongBridge Brook Street 1204 North.

“Bendy, I now believe you’re on the right track.”

“On the right track?” Ink Demon questioned, “This is just too easy!”

“It’s not going to be easy for long now, go turn the corner. On your left.”

Bendy looked over then ran over to the corner of the street on his left, with his rucksack on his back and a song in his heart for an unknown reason as he found his way to Timberwolf street then makes a sharp dash across the street to the school that Knight had warned.

Bendy looked at the school with little confusion and hesitation, “That’s it?” he questioned, still confused with the thought that maybe Knight had got it wrong.

“That’s it.”

“Dang it. I hate schools.”

“We people needed to go to school at some point in our lives, Bendy.” Knight said.

“Ugh…” Bendy groaned as he walked over to the entrance, passing by the SAVE point until he heard Knight calling to him.

“Ug Bendy,” Knight began, “You better save your progress first.”

Bendy rolled his eyes then going over to the SAVE point and lightly touched it as it glows once more like before.

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“Now about who owns the school,” Knight began to say but Bendy is already at the door with a bored look on his face.

“Bendy wait!-”

But Bendy didn’t listened as he opened the door and entered the school before Knight could listened to her, “Just don’t worry about, I’m sure I can handle it.”

He then closed the door of the school with a sigh, at least he’s safe from the dead now… is he?

He then turned around to see a man, man that is very too unusual that Bendy had seen, as if he’s a poorly modeled CGI (computer-generated imagery) human figure with long, skinny fingers, pale-tan skin, large red lips, and is bald except for what seems to be a singular hair on his head. He also has a long-sleeved green shirt, blue pants, and light brown shoes.

The man smiled and waved at Bendy like he’s a new student to be welcome to the school, to his school.

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“Oh, hi! Welcome to my Schoolhouse!” he greeted him as Bendy raised an eyebrow, “There’s no need to get excited.” Bendy said as he adjusts his rucksack. “I’d just need to get through this- er… your schoolhouse, I’m on a mission of sorts.”

This professor, Baldi, didn’t seemed to bulge when Bendy said that he’s just passing through. Bendy felt rather feeling of oddity rising upward to his throat, more of a “do your school work then I’ll let you through” feeling. The Ink Demon rubbed his arm before going beside of Baldi and to the doors he was standing in front of and gave it a push, but it didn’t gave way like how it did for him, he tried it again but it wouldn’t gave way.

Then he heard Baldi saying this statement, “you need two more notebooks to open these doors.”

Bendy then slaps his forehead, this guy is making him do school work just to get Baldi to let him go through the doors?

Perfect. Just what he not wanted... This is too strange of a school to have such a rule like that. Not only that rule, there’s also a rule about things that you shouldn’t do, even fourth-wall breaking. Bendy didn’t know what it is but if he needs to continue on with his mission, he’s gonna have do what Baldi wanted him to do.

He looked at the classroom on his left as he walked over to it and opened the door before entering the classroom, as he looked around the class, what he sees on the desks are loosely school stuff as usual, gum under them, books and pencils on top of the desks even a single notebook is on the teacher’s desk as well.

“This is too dumb.” he muttered under his breath as he walked over to the desk and finds a device that had the words “You Can Think Pad,” with the number pads on the side. Bendy looked at the pad as Baldi’s face appeared on the monitor and said warmly with a jingle music plays.

“Welcome to Baldi's Basics in Education and Learning! That's me!”

Bendy raised an eyebrow at this before picking up the pad, everything around him went black and Bendy looked around the area then suddenly he heard Baldi’s once more.

“Now it's time for everybody's favorite subject: Math! Answer the three questions correctly, and you might get something special! Just type the correct answer into the empty box. Press the ENTER key on your keyboard when you think you have the right answer.”

Bendy raised an eyebrow again as he looked at the pad before Baldi announces the first problem:

“Problem 1! Nine - Eight = ?”

Bendy gave it much thought for a moment as Jeopardy-like music is playing in the background like he was on a famous game show, Henry, his creator had taught very little of math before he left the studio for war so he might be able to handle this. After much thought, he thought up what a the answer could be.

“I am just going out on a limb here but… One?” he typed it down on the pad, instantly he got it right as Baldi exclaimed “Aha, you got it!”

“Problem 2! 8 + 5 = ?”

Bendy started to feel confident now as he smiled like a sneaky Deviling he was, he said out loud “13! It’s 13!” as he typed it down as he smiled.

It’s the right answer for Problem 2 as Baldi smiled “Good one!” before moving on to the third problem.

“Problem 3! 9 + 9 =?”

Bendy is already feeling arrogant than the Devil that had gone down to Georgia, looking for a soul to steal while he was on his bike. He called out “It was 18! The answer is 18!”

“I’d can’t believe it! You're incredible!”

Everything around Bendy had began to fade in, back to normal as he placed the You Can Think Pad down on the teacher’s desk and then grabbed the first notebook he had completed as he heard Baldi’s warmful giggle coming from the hallway outside the classroom. Bendy gleefully walked out of the room and back into the hallway with a waiting Baldi with a quarter in palm of his hand.

“You did great! Come here and get your prize! A shiny quarter! Just click on it with the left mouse button to pick it up! Then, when you find something you can use it on, right click on the object with the quarter selected! That's how you use items, you know.”

Bendy greedy takes the quarter from Baldi whom is still smiling then held it up in the air like a knight after finding something incredibly useful as if it really was just a quarter.

*You’ve gotten a shiny quarter!

“I had no idea how it happened but guess it’ll have to do.” he thought, he turned to another classroom and walked over to it then entered through the door. The classroom looked the same but a few different things are on the desks as the teacher’s desk had a same notebook but with a different color.

“Heheh, again with the math thing. Like something bad will ever happened with a bald guy.” He mocked as he walked over to the notebook with absolute ignorance but he didn’t know those words he said would be the words that he will live to regret.

Like before, the You Can Think Pad beside the notebook, feeling WAY overconfident, he picked it up and the same thing had happened, everything around them went black but Bendy and the devise.

Again, Baldi’s face appears on the screen with a smile, then he said the next problem. “Problem 1! 5 - 5 =?”

“Zero!” he typed it down, he had gotten another checkmark as Baldi said “You're doing fantastic!”

“Problem 2! 4 + 9 =?”

“13!” he exclaimed.

“Aha, you got it!”

Bendy feels like he can take on any math problem with no trouble at all until… Baldi happened to say the third problem but it’s…. different.

“Problem 3! 1̸̢̠̱̣̙͚̮̣͆͆̀͝2̸̨̧̛͙̼̰̺͔̘͙̒̐̔̉̚͜9̵̟̠͕͈̳͍̿8̸̟̹͕̱̦̥̘͝3̴̢͉̟̘͔̲̹͍̟̐̿̔̑̾̊̄͊̿̀͘4̵̞͈͕͎̆̍̂͛̈̽͠2̷̮͇̦͕̊̈́̑̽̈́̐͐̕̕6̶̢̛͙̙̹̻̘̙͓̮̪̋̏̓́͒̒̂͋͆̕9̴͍̞̃͂̌̔̑͐͠8̴͙̉͗̄̇̈̀̕͘5̸̨̧̪̥̮̣̋̀2̸͔͑̿̃͌̐3̷̼̠̖͎̤̐͋̈͂̉̑͗͊͌͆̍6̸͙̹͑̌͝9̶̠̬̙̈́̉̌̾͊͘ + 1̷̡͖̳̯̞̥̗̬͛͐͆2̷̡̧̻̳̲̱́̈́͛̓ͅ4̴̙͈̉̅͗̆̑̃͐͗̈́̚6̷̨̰͎͚̘̦̞̳̫̙̔͒͠͝4̴̟̖̫̜̜̽̈́́̽̿2̶̻̮̺̜̞͇͙̱͚͗͋̍͜͝3̶͎̗̝͖͖̠̼̠̞̖̠͛͋̓̒͂8̴̨̪̟̝̭̖̣͎̟̌̃̌̈́̉̈͐̀͒̚6̴̨͈̮̱̬͎͚̙͕̓ͅ - 5̷̬͈̖̼̰̠͋̊̍̓͝7̸̧̱̹̘̫̬̰̣͖͈̹̋͂̅̒͌̓͊̓8̸͖̖͍̝̥̼̟͖̥̖̋͒̈͛͆͂͘͜3̴͈̂5̷̨͇͑̀͛͌̆6̶̧͕̳̲̩̜͓̯͂̓̑̍̆̎͝ͅ2̵̨͕̼̪̉̀̈́́͘͝9̶̥̥̊́͋̆͋̅0̴͇͍̭̑̑ =?”

The Ink Demon was dumbfounded when that last question came out nothing but all unbelievably gibberish and became impossible to be solved correctly in a matter of seconds, if that’s not the worst part; with audible numbers in Baldi's dialogue censored with static noises.

Bendy tried to make sense with this question but it was black out, with no further thinking or a choice in the matter, he typed in “Z-zero??”

Then he had gotten an X on the wrong answer, then the words in the screen had displayed "I GET ANGRIER FOR EVERY PROBLEM YOU GET WRONG" while Baldi’s expression had turned from a joyful happy into a “I am now going to kill you for that” angry scowl in less than 5 seconds. Then Bendy found himself back in the classroom, he looked the second notebook he had completed and then quickly grabs it as the sound of a ruler slapping on the hand.

He then walks his way out for door as the slapping closer is slowly getting closer, he grabbed the doorknob hesitantly, scared what might be waiting for him on the other side of the door and slowly and carefully opened it and poked his head out of the room cautiously.

He then looked down the hallway on his left and that’s when he turned his head to the right and his heart had out of the blue jumped to his throat after it’d suddenly got scared so very badly.

What he saw was Baldi, looking angry and slapping a leard stick ruler on his hand, ready to use it on the Ink Deviling like he was once a child as Bendy caught on what he is going to do with that.

Without thinking clearly, he ran for it like a monster was chasing his tail down the halls of the school. Bendy looked around for a place to hide, he looked francitly til he finds a door to another classroom, he grabbed it and opened it but that was a mistake on his part;

Baldi had suddenly heard thanks to his high hearing, he came around the corner just as Bendy locked himself inside the classroom with another notebook.

Hoping he would make Baldi feel better by answering the questions right, he grabbed the pad and got to work on the answers to two questions but the third question had happened to be a same one from before, he once again got it wrong and this time, different text came up.

I hear every door you open.

“I’m trying to get it right!” He exclaimed, as the school’s speakers rang out and said the following announcement.

Sometimes things are not what they seemed, If it’s a person or something else entirely, It’s now a good time to learn a lesson of the day: Let us learn the basics in behavior.

Then music begins to play over the speakers, Bendy looked behind him and Baldi had somehow found his way in, slapping the ruler in his hand. A rush of panic exploded inside of the Ink Demon, he ran around him and into the hallway just as the chalkboard had said “RUN.”

Every day i go to a school that likes to help with learning One two threes, they're the keys, Basic math, Very easy!

Bendy is running blind in the hallways, seeing that there’s no way to please Baldi, he looked behind him and see that Baldi is running after him, much more bit faster now.

To baldi's world of fun where no one leaves till' educated Every door is locked up tight, stay inside, Till' we're graded

“‘No one leaves till educated’!? What kind of school is this!?” Bendy bashed as he happened to be listening to the song being played over the speakers, he failed to noticed the broom, a life of its own had called out “Look’s like it’s SWEEPING TIME!” and sweeps Bendy away but thankfully, it’d swept him away from Baldi to another hallway.

The students try their best to Better their education Comprehend the material Study hard, relay every detail

“Oof!” he bumped into someone who was in a black sweater, jeans and what appeared to be socks, it’s a Principal-of-a-thing. “No bumping in the halls, detention for you.” he announced as hr picked Bendy up and took him to the detention room.

Nobody wants detention We only want attention!

*Click*

Bendy is locked inside the room when the principal had him gone in there, “This school is crazy.” he thought out loud, “What else could be worse?”

Even when life is tough Oddly quarters are enough.

It can get worse from there, the familiar sound of slapping had rung in Bendy’s ears once again. What could he do?! There’s only 25 seconds left until detention is done, there must be a way to stop Baldi.

This is how we live our lives searching For the answers inside of every page

Bendy looked around until he remembered the ax he had in his rucksack, he quickly gets it out and immediately began to chop the door down til it’s nothing but pieces of what was left of it. He then made a run for the exit as Baldi rounded the corner and sees Bendy running away from him.

And i'm here wondering if one day We'll finally be free from this cage Is it okay to have a feeling

Maybe there is more to this game However now no time to question So just behave!

Bendy ran away fast from the crazed professor as fast as possible, then hide in in one of the lockers and peeked if he’s still there and-

Try to add up excuses Nothing will make a difference Baldi hears every door that we open Following from behind we can hear him

There is no place for playtime Avoid them all from every side It's better to leave them be Follow his philosophy

Call Bendy “A crazy Ink Demon” for this but he could still hear the song, clear as daylight in the locker like it’s no problem for it to play in the locker like it was with him.

Sweep through the halls, To escape we'll have some sacrifices No room for jealousy I got no time to play hide and seek Because eventually he'll surely find me

Have to be brave, or better Keep behaving!

Bendy is sitting duck in the locker, Baldi doesn’t seemed to noticed Bendy at all… He thought he was in the clear until-

Now to just know what counts every inch of here is all that's in vain I understand, what's the solution?

Baldi found him, inside one of the lockers as Bendy looked in horror, there’s no sanity in his eyes. Without thinking, he slammed the locker door on Baldi’s face and then ran like a Gazelle being chased by a predator.

Bendy running for his life as Baldi is catching up with the horror.

I’m pushed a- -round, with all the pressure, To be here when i don’t want to stay,

Bendy can see the exit just ahead, he needs to keep going, running as fast as his legs can carry him as he can hear that Baldi is catching up with him.

There's gotta be some sort of exit…

Bendy had managed to reach the exit doors and opened them just in time to get away from the teacher suddenly turned into an insane psychopath.

To get away

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