#jingle addison

[severalratstiedtogether]

my boy jingle

[organizedchaotics]

I am very convinced, that Addisons use ad-jingles like lullabies. (Note: Bluey is overly attached to his found family, in bad but also in good. The others all know where to go if they struggle or need a shoulder.)

[transsweet]

mornings

the rising digital sun hit the speaker's square face as their eye fluttered open. rubbing the sleep out of its eye, it turned to the clock on the bedside table, 7:32 . they sighed groggily, slowly crawling out of their partners' arms and out of bed . once they were out, they tugged their tail out of the socket on the wall and stretched, their joints snapping back in place . with a silent apology to their partners, who'd love for them to stay and cuddle for eternity,

sweet flicked the light switch to the living room, bringing the house portion of their shop to life . they tiredly made their way into the kitchen and over to the coffee machine and placed the coffee grinds in, needing some energy after the long night from before (damn those 7 specific commissions...)

as they waited for their drink, their mind drifted to their partners . they were so happy in bed just cuddling under the warm blankets ... k_k's long arms tightly holding and protecting their short lovers, capn's tight embrace he so desperately denied he did instinctively . sweet laughed to itself as it thought about his attempts to hold both it and k_k .

"what are you laughing about, love ?"

sweet, slightly startled, turned to see their taller partner stretching and walking their way into the kitchen . " 'morning, cakes..." sweet sighed out tiredly . k_k made no time making their way over to sweet, leaning on their shoulders and placing a kiss on their head, in which sweet reached back and held its face gently . k_k couldn't help but laugh at the sound of sweet's tail whacking the chair's legs as it wagged at the sudden affection, pulling away to check the fridge . as they did, sweet stood up out of its chair and exited the house portion of the shop, only to come back with the newspaper .

"you're up so early, k_k . any specific reasons to why ?" sweet asked as they sat back down at the table

"to see you, silly !" they remarked joyfully, grabbing the pancake mix.

sweet's mind stalled, then turned away, hiding their blush . k_k simply laughed and began on breakfast .

as k_k began mixing the batter for pancakes, it hummed a familiar tune, which sweet began drumming to on the table with it's fingers . the two just sat there making early morning tunes, happy in each other's company .

"what's with all the noise ?? it's way too early for all this ..."

both sweet and k_k turned to the doorway happily, " 'morning cap !" they said, practically in unison .

capn was slightly startled, but happy to see his partners . as he entered, the coffee machine played a small jingle, signifying its job completion . as sweet made their way to the coffee pot, capn grabbed the newspaper and skimmed it . he scoffed, "y'all see this addison shit goin on lately ?? i swear some of their junk is bordering on scams . i mean, TEA based on YOU ?! how do you even do that ??"

"oh i've heard good things about that place," k_k replied happily as they flipped a pancake flawlessly, "we should go today !"

"good plan, k_k !! we gotta get out of this shop for a bit anyways !!" sweet joyfully agreed while mixing sugar into its coffee .

capn slapped the paper back on the table, sighing , "YOU guys can get it, i'd rather my personal information NOT be stolen for overpriced hot leaf water ."

k_k stepped away from the stove to make their way over to capn, only to scoop him up and pepper his face with kisses . "k_k !!! it's too early for this much !!!!" despite the surprise, he laughed as he spoke at the sudden affection . k_k leaned his forehead against capn's lovingly, before placing him down again to check on their cooking .

sweet stared happily at the scene they'd watched .

capn strolled over next to sweet, planting a kiss on the side of its head, "morning, sweetheart ." sweet leaned on capns shoulder as capn threw his arm around sweet's .

they were so, so very lucky to have these two in their life .

they couldn't ask for two better .

[artcompany1]

I have this headcannon that Spamton used to be really good at singing.

Every night he'd do karaoke with the Addisons at the cyber grill. He'd sing and hum to himself when he got bored or working. He'd sing a little song to himself everytime he got rejected or ignored to cheer himself up.

Big shot Spam would buy Queen a karaoke machine just so he could have an excuse to sing at the color cafe. He'd convince other customers at the Cafe to join him. Sometimes if he was lucky a Swatchling or two would join.

He'd sing in his ads and make cute little jingles. His voice had become a major part of his brand. The second you heard his voice you could immediately tell it was him.

And then the glitches start.

No matter how many hours he spends, alone and cold in the dumpster, he can never get himself to sing without being interrupted by voices that are not his own.

[beecanons]

Deltarune Stim HC

requested by @pulsar-ray, including ralsei for anon!

Spamton

Physical:

head tilting moves his head around. side to side, back and forth esp moves his head around as a way to express and stim while he talks

impatient hands flapping, tapping his sides, fidgeting his hands are always busy in some way

foot tappies kicking his feet or otherwise just tapping them while he's sitting/standing in place

vocal:

electrical noises makes occasional noises that mimic electrical appliances beeping, clicking, whirring, static etc could be boredom, could be out of nervous habit or other usually does it while talking but can do it to fill silence

echo repeats words at the ends of his sentences sometimes occasional repetition of phrases he's heard.

audio:

static likes listening to static and/or white noises finds it brain scratchy

dial up constantly has the dial up tone on brain loves listening to it and stimming to it

visual:

white noise tv static/snow is very calming to watch for him

colour changer loes colour changing lights esp stuff like christmas lights as long as the lights arent flickering, flashy or otherwise quickly changing colours and too bright. esp if its slow patterns thats very calming def. enjoys lights from signs around the city

Swatch

physical:

marching in place sort of just moves his legs and walks without actually going anywhere boredom stim kinda like an idle animation in a title screen/character select when youre viewing the characters animations sometimes its just his feet not his entire legs doing the movement

swaying shifts his weight from one leg to the other sorta looks like hes swaying from side to side when he does this more so a vervy common stim while waiting rather than just a boredom stim

taps taps whatevers in his hand agaisnt stuff lightly tapping his fingers on a pen or tapping the pen on a surface etc

visual:

colour shifter loves watching anything that changes colours will not look directly at the lights but loves watching the colours change gradient gifs. just that.

vocal:

humming mindless humming a near constant stim usually a jingle of some kind

Tasque Manager

Physical:

swaying shifting her weight from one leg to the other purposefully swaying from side to side as a stim usually either an impatient or happy stim

wrist flick sorta flicks and flaps her wrists about while talking or sorta like an idle animation type of stim developed it as a habit with her whip

vocal:

huff huffy sighs not upset or anything just huffs for the sake of stimming

mew says "mew/meow" and makes cat noises as a stim either happy, casual while talking, or filling the silence sort of stims

squeek makes squeak noises similar to the mew stim

The Addisons

i feel like they all share stims so heres some general ideas:

flick hair flick, wrist flick

echo repeats noises/sounds/words/phrases they hear often mimics phone sounds will bounce echoes around each other like theyre locked in a loud telephone game

toe tap will tap the toe of their shoes behind them maybe switching from foot to foot could be boredom or impatience, nervousness or discomfort

hops very excited sort of stim does little hops doesnt last very long just a short hop of expression of their glee

Ralsei

physical:

rocking will rock side to side when happy or waiting rocks back and forth when nervous

finger pokes shy, nervous or embarrassed stim of poking his fingers together either while talking or of he wants to ask something

hand flaps happy hand flappies

fidgeting playing with his scarf or the hem of his sleeves/robe for any reason at all

vocal:

pop bored "pop" stim

baa sheep noise stim or baby goat yelling also for any reason

humming humming anything hums while doing something or to fill the silence usually a happy stim

visual:

sparkles loves shiny/sparkly things watching them is distracting but stimulating straight up mesmerised by this stuff

feel free to tell me your hc's!

[hxzelwallflower]

@thebigshotman cont. x

✧･ﾟ: All that glitters. - - - - - - - - - -

With her kimono lost amidst the chaos several feathers sweep across the pavement as her wings fully unfurl . Gasps from the crowd followed more obvious murmurs , intent on his reaction to those glossy dealmakers . Visitors were far and few from her majesty , and while Lighters held a formidable reputation they often avoid these lots in favor of something more their speed . And yet , these streets were as familiar as they are in present day . Only thing separateing her from the main alley is that tri-colored building ; guests who all came to see. . . him .

Through static and words of the crowd , her chest tightened . His concern leaving completely dumbfounded . Not a single word had to be deciphered , no pause in-between or even a wince at his efforts to silence the ads that often trickled from his vocabulary . Time stood still , unaware how long her gaze had set affixed to him until someone decided to return her throw-over , the fabric draping over her head . While she's quick to pull it down her gaze never wavers from the Addison , instead pocketing the accessory before finally taking stepping forth .

❝ Spaul ? ❞

A soft jingle plays from somewhere beyond the realm , sweeping the ocean of hair that falls passed her shoulders as they become slightly entangled in the lens . Lips parting in a seemingly anxious smile , a breathless chuckle following suit of her hand gesturing to his uniform .

❝ I- Holy shit . I knew your shop was under maintenance but , I didn't think it'd upgrade your looks . ❞

That was suppose to be a compliment .

[empresskaze]

October Snz Prompts Day 3: Sick after Midterms (there's no sneezing in this sorry)

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"It's open." Gabriel sat at his kitchen table, head laying atop his folded arms. He'd heard Liam’s keys jingling from the hall. A moment later the door opened. Gabriel lifted his throbbing head to see his dearest hurrying in. "My satellite." He smiled tiredly.

"Sorry I'm late, love. The stop at Addison Station took longer than normal." Liam immediately sat down and began massaging Gabriel’s neck. "Why aren't you in bed?"

"Too exhausted to move." Gabriel whispered. "The marrow in my bones aches." He turned his head away from Liam to cough.

Liam frowned as his hand went from Gabriel’s neck to his face, definitely warm. "I'll help you to the bedroom. Here." Carefully he got Gabriel to his feet and the two slowly made their way down the hall.

Gabriel collapsed onto the bed, pulling the cover over him.

"You shouldn't be sleeping in your clothes." Liam said as he sat on the bed.

Coughing again, Gabriel shrugged. "I'll change...later."

A minute later he was asleep.

[sayorseee]

Even If The Stars Align

6: This Feeling Taking Over

ao3 | fanfiction.com

‘What if Utopia isn’t Seabrook? What if Addison doesn’t come back?’

Zed takes her to a two story zombie house, decked in flowers and old light bulbs, a mix of old zombie culture with some classic Seabrook touches here and there. It isn't Z-224A, where he lived with his dad and Zoey his whole life. This house is Z-4810. Not even a letter!

By the time they reach the house, the sun has nearly set entirely, giving the sky an orange and purple hue. It's kind of romantic, reminding her of sunset picnics on the beach that always led to moonlit strolls. She missed being young and in love. Zed doesn't seem to notice her sudden distraction from things of the past, carefully helping her up the front steps of the mysterious house.

They stop outside the front door. "Who's house is this?" Addison asks.

Zed shuffles around, producing a set of jingling keys. "Uh, mine," he says. He smiles an awkward smile for a total of two seconds, then sets to work on unlocking the door.

He has a house.

[sunny-m00n]

Fun late night facts:

Ze at one point was learning piano with a certain someone and was kinda unsettled by pianos for a bit after the incident but as a bit of healing from that, they let Seo teach them piano. It’s one of their favorite instruments now, despite normally playing violin.

Ze also knows Final Duet for Omori by heart. They play it when they are in that painful-remembering mood.

Seo knows how to play guitar and played the instrumental for jingles the addisons would make to sell products, because no matter what he’s horrible at singing. He got carried away during a car trip with Queen and Swatch and started singing, Swatch promptly told him “if you keep singing like that I’m going to figure out how hard it is to clean addison blood” (they were joking, but Swatch is very monotone) and now he avoids singing.

Quinn often sings and hums while going on adventures around Rele and often almost dies because they lure dangerous creatures to them. Quinn also knows how to play a few songs with a trumpet, but not for long sense their goo stuff gets caught in it.

Alo sings lullabies to Ollie to help him sleep and to try and help keep him from getting nightmares.

Eclipse can play guitar as well as sing, but Valentine is extremely tone deaf. Val tries to help sing with Eclipse and she very determinedly asks him to stop and often tells him “if you weren’t the God of Love, the love songs you sing would get you slapped.”

Current Seo prefers playing acoustic but past Seo (Spamton) prefers electric.

Ze at some point has done the “give me money give me money” thing.

Veiw can sing and has a similar singing voice to the guy who sings Poisoning Pigeons in The Park.

Danny sounds like the guy who sings Always Look on The Bright Side of Life from Monty Python, and often sings that and Memento Mori: the most important thing in the world by Will Wood to remind people of the fact they are going to die. (Often Ze because they are very confused of how they are still alive)

[pinkaddiofficial]

It’s nice to see you happier /gen

Alright, do you think you're ready to begin serving to customers?

"Yes!"

* Mossy's tail is wagging enthusiastically, and a happy clicking noise sounds from the Addison's internals.

Then I'll go out on the floor so you can show off your skills!

* The bell above the door jingles as they walk out, and the moment they cross out into the light, it's like they're coming home.

* With a glance around, they single out the target most likely to buy, and begin the work they were hatched for, coded into their very species.

... I promise the quality has improved significantly! ...

... The owner has been taking private lessons! ...

* They thread half-truths into their words like thread, dazzling the Lightners with their sunny smile. Watching them sell is like watching them lead a dance, responding to the customer's words with barely a hitch, hitting home runs with tongue and teeth of silver.

* But more than that, they look happy. Delighted, even. This is what they were hatched for, and it shows with every word they speak.

* The end of the day finds them leaned against the bar, helping Mossy brew with a content expression.

* The tavern isn't full, but it isn't empty either. A success!

[almondmilklatte]

I had these lyrics stuck in my head I was like where did I hear this mall tiktok jingle and I looked it up and it’s from the LOST ADDISON RAE EP OMGGGGG

[thebigshotman]

The package he brings Spaul is wrapped a bit shoddily in leaves and scrap paper, held together by some kind of congealed sticky tree sap. It jingled and rattled when shaken. Inside was an equally shoddy box, filled with an assortment of green or shiny objects Derecho believed to be currency.

Some of it was actual money, dollars or various human coins from the Surface that he had scrounged up. But some of the green things were just leaves that happened to be dollar-shaped enough to fool the seeker.

"HOLIDAY PRESENT! FOR YOU. TAKING!"

Derecho’s presence at first, as usual, makes him a little weary due to how big he is, especially right now while he’s a defenseless Addison. But when he sees the mess of paper and fragments from Heaven and watches it get dropped into his grasp, his defenses lower and he grins up at the Seeker. Guess giant robots from the Light did celebrate Christmas! Or at least engaged in the traditions with those who did celebrate.

He tore into the sticky package, more carefully than he would’ve if he was a puppet right now. The parchment and leaves start to stick to his hands from the sap-what is this, he wonders in amazement-and eventually the box itself. Eventually, however, he’s able to properly set the box down and open it. And inside is an assortment of Kromer! Well, he assumes it must be from their shapes and sizes, but he’s never seen this kind before. Money from Heaven?

As a puppet he might’ve been angered by the money-shaped leaves, but he was in too good of a mood from Christmas to be like that. Instead, he picks up one of them to start inspecting it-it sticks to his hand, of course-and then looks back up at Derecho with another smile.

*Thanks for the Kromer, Derecho!! I appre-appreciate the little preview of Heaven, and the money, of course! Now, uh…you wouldn’t happen to know of a way to get this Light Glue off, would you? I’d like to take a closer look at all of this…

At least, he assumes it’s just a very strong glue…

[organizedchaotics]

Some more info on my Addisons Each of them specializes in different advertizing ways. Miel (Orange) being the oldest ( and buffest), specializing in catchy jingles Bluey (Blue) his husband, focussing on pictureadvertizing, like banners and eyecatching logos. The two met in artschool and where inseperable since. Orange and Blue bought a house at one point. it was very cheap, because of an alleged ghost living in it. Turned out that the alleged “ghost” was a very young orphaned yellow Addison called Yee, who had made the attik his home. The two adopted him instantly. And lost him twice, because the boy is too fast and twitchy for his own good and tends to noclip on the occasion, Yee specializes in textmessage adds. Either of the kind you find on your phone, or the kind you find in newspapers. They met and adopted BB (pink) in a similar manner, by discovering baby him abandoned and crying in a stadium-restroom. The parents where never found, and so they took him in. BB has the ability to manipulate videos, by pausing them, fastforwarding them, or things including himself into them. Out of all my addisons, he is probably the most powerful. That is unless Bluey starts to hyperchain his .gif adds in order to crash your framerate.

[solalunar-eclipse]

Strings Neither Green Nor Red

Chapter title: Orange Cross-Stitch (Payton M. Addison)

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Spamton belongs to Toby Fox, all other characters belong to @brightgoat on Tumblr and Twitter.

(I’m so sorry this is late!!! I totally forgot to upload it earlier... ^^;;)

Pay hummed lightly to himself, performing the weekly task of adding all of his department’s earnings to his specially dedicated spreadsheet. It was both deeply complex and extremely organized (as well as color-coded!), which was what he liked most about it, and why he normally looked forward to this job regardless of the actual values he was adding in.

He faltered on the next notes of his jingle when he reached two particular numbers, however.

Video and Click’s earnings had both risen dramatically this week. Normally, of course, that would be cause for celebration, maybe even a fun extra purchase or two, but right now it was more frightening than anything.

Pay felt uncomfortable with parts of life that didn’t fit with the data, and this was a massive disjoint that had been weighing on his mind for a while. Neither Video nor Click had any reason to be earning more than usual—even Vid’s sale to Queen a couple weeks ago couldn’t account for the steady rise in pay day after day.

He didn’t want to stress anyone out, however, so he’d been keeping quiet about this on all fronts. The thing was, though, the only other time they’d seen such a sharp rise in earnings was…

“Hey guys! Guess what!” Vid called, sounding delighted.

“What is it, Video?” Mags asked, walking into the main room.

Next to Vid, a small, white Addison stood nervously on the carpet. “Uh…h-hi?” they said, giving an awkward little wave. 

Then, their salesperson training kicked in, and they strode forward, taking Mags’s hand and shaking it firmly—albeit just a little too long. “The name’s Spamton! Spamton G. Addison! Pronouns he/him, if you please, and it’s very nice to meet you!”

Mags smiled, finding this new Addi strange yet charming. “It’s nice to meet you too, Spamton. My name’s Magson, but you can call me Mags. I use he/him as well.”

“He’s a new assignment to our department!” Vid said eagerly, clearly excited.

“Really?” Mags asked, intrigued. “We do already have four Addisons, but a department of five is by no means unprecedented. And who am I to argue with Management…so, welcome, Spamton! I do believe we have a room that you could use somewhere in here.”

Spam’s eyes widened. “Really?!” After a moment, however, he remembered himself. “I—I mean, I appreciate it.”

“Ooooh, this is so cool!!” Vid cried. “I can’t wait to get to know you better! I bet we’re gonna be best friends!”

That was when it had begun. Video’s good mood, kick-started by Spamton’s arrival, had never faded. Soon enough, Click had focused his competitive sights on the white Addison (instead of all the rest of them), and everyone’s emotional well-being had gone up as a result.

Well, almost everyone’s.

B-but anyway, before Spam, the department had been a mess! Click had been trying to find a more aggressive competitor in Vid, but failed miserably, given that all Video wanted to do was have fun. Mags and Pay had both been stressed out just trying to keep the other two under control, leaving them with hardly any energy to focus on their own jobs. But Spamton had fixed everything.

Once Vid found an outlet for his energy and Click a target for his sarcasm, the other two were given room to grow and flourish in their own right, instead of being forced to act as buffers for the others. This had essentially doubled their income within half a year, meaning that Spamton had practically paid for his place in the department without ever selling a single thing.

…and Pay had never told him that. Not once.

Instead, when Spam had actually begun earning money, they’d all been jealous.

“Guys! GUYS!! I made another sale!” Spamton cried, bursting in through the door. 

A thick tension fell over the room—one palpable to everyone except the Addison who was its target.

“Sweet! For real?” Vid asked, forcing their smile just a tiny bit. They were proud of Spam, they were! It was just that…they were also a teeny, tiny bit jealous.

They all were, truth be told. There was an established hierarchy of who earned what, and everyone had been perfectly content with their place in it. Pay’s money was the most consistent, Vid had the greatest average, and Click had the highest spikes.

So then when—how—why had Spamton suddenly become the highest and most consistent earner?

What did he do to deserve this bounty, windfall after windfall?

Why him?

None of the others congratulated him, aside from a mild nod of acknowledgement from Mags. Click’s scoff of “Again?” definitely didn’t count.

Slowly, Spamton’s face fell, and he left the room without another word.

Pay felt sick at the memory. They hadn’t known! None of them had known what would happen later!

At first, when they’d heard that he was bleeding money fast, they’d all felt…a little self-righteous. Hadn’t they told him not to push too far? But then, he just vanished. He never came back, asking to return home. Word spread that he was being disgraced, evicted, even.

Mags had gone to the Mansion to check on him, without telling anyone. He’d probably been worried for Spam—not that he’d ever said as much.

But then, when he came back…

“What did you just say?” Vid snarled, rising to his feet.

“…I’ve deleted Spamton’s information from the system.” Mags repeated, his head bowed. “We shouldn’t be connected to him any more. If he vanished, then we need to make sure none of the rest of us do.”

Click and Pay were silent.

…Vid? Not so much.

“‘We’?! There’s no ‘we’ here!” he barked. “You did this without asking any of us and then you try to act like it was a joint decision? As if!”

“Vid, I did that to keep us all safe!” Mags cried, his eyes hard.

“Oh yeah? Is Spam not one of ‘us’ any more? Who’s looking out for him, huh?!” Vid snapped back.

“He made his choice!” Mags yelled. “So I’ve made mine!”

“And you made mine too, without asking me first.” Vid spat. “I can’t believe this.”

“If you have such a problem with my choices, then maybe you should leave.” Mags growled.

“That’s the best idea you’ve had all day!” Vid cried, stalking out of the room.

Pay shivered on the couch, silent.

In the present, he winced, the pain still as fresh as the day it had happened. If only this all hadn’t ever taken place…

…but it had. There was nothing he could do.

He busied himself with composing a new, small song for a future ad concept he’d had in the back of his mind for a while. Normally, he wouldn’t indulge himself like this, but he knew he couldn’t do his best work with all of these memories flaring up.

As he worked, he overheard Video and Click chatting lightly outside, swapping stories in a way that they hadn’t in ages. Vid laughed—genuinely—which he’d been doing more and more these days. Pay listened in a little more closely. Despite that, something was…off about this conversation.

After a minute, he realized what it was. Click wasn’t being sarcastic. At all.

Everything he said was something he truly meant (even if it did sound a little stilted on occasion). His tone of voice alone was enough to give that away. It was so uncharacteristic of him, though! Click was never so careful with his words.

Suddenly, Pay heard his name mentioned in the conversation, and realized with a jolt that he’d stopped composing. Almost frantically, he began to toy with his soundboard once more, hoping to remain inconspicuous. Luckily for him, nobody came inside, and he soon found himself reabsorbed by his work.

Writing that little jingle did end up helping him a lot, and so it wasn’t until later that night that Pay’s thoughts kicked into overdrive once more. What was it that had caused Vid and Click’s earnings to rise so drastically all of a sudden? They couldn’t have been called by Spamton’s mysterious benefactor, could they? Video certainly hadn’t—he was normally terrible at keeping secrets, so Mags or Pay would definitely have found out by now if that was the case. But then what?

He lay still, his mind racing and working through endless possibilities until he finally fell into a restless sleep. 

…

Pay jolted upright in the middle of the night, his mind reeling. Something important, something vital, had clicked into place in the back of his head while he rested, and now he just needed to figure out what it was.

The graphs of their income that he always loved to chart. Two parallel curves, climbing upwards. The brightness without even the slightest hint of pain in Video’s smile these days. Click’s almost-kindness towards everyone else, clearly a struggle—but one he was willing to work for. 

Logic demanded that the most simple answer should necessarily be the first one considered, and yet Pay had somehow passed right over it.

“Spamton.” he whispered into the darkness, the name something he hadn’t dared to say in ages. “It has to be.”

It all lined up now. Video must have found him first, because his data had been rising for longer. They would have hit it off relatively quickly, since Vid had never let go of the idea that Spam was still out there somewhere, holding tightly to their end of the friendship. It would have been easy to rekindle something that had never truly died, especially if Spam had felt similarly to Video all this time.

How Click had managed to work things out, however, Pay couldn’t entirely understand. Of course, the pink Addison had been searching for Spamton for quite some time, and had made his views abundantly clear about who he believed was in the wrong from the moment Spam had disappeared. However, he couldn’t imagine Spamton forgiving so easily without some sort of catalyst prior to Click’s apology. Could Video have spoken up for Click? Would their shared concern for Spam have been enough to unite them?

Video would definitely have more information, but Pay doubted he’d be able to get at it. If he went straight for Video with his theories and questions, he was almost certain that the yellow Addi would just avoid him or deflect until he could escape. Even the mere idea that Pay was interested in Spamton only once it was confirmed he was alive was unlikely to go over well, considering Video’s usual emotional responses.

Pay needed backup if he was going to learn more, and there was only one person he could turn to in order to get that.

…

The next morning, Pay burst into Mags’s room while the blue Addison was barely starting his first cup of coffee, green strings of calculations visible behind his eyes.

“Whoa, what’s up with you today?” Mags said tiredly, blinking in confusion.

“I figured it out.” Pay breathed. “Why things are changing again—getting more normal.”

“Pay, listen, didn’t we agree not to question a good thing earlier?” Mags asked, frowning.

“I know, I know, but I really think you need to hear the reason behind it. I won’t bore you with the details behind it, I’ll answer any questions you have afterwards, just let me explain.”

“Alright, fine.” the blue Addison said skeptically.

Pay sighed, relieved at the thought of finally being able to tell someone about all the ideas churning inside his head. 

“Okay, so, to make a long story very very short, Spamton’s alive and both Video and Click have seen him at least once.”

It was a good thing that Mags hadn’t picked one of his favorite mugs for his coffee today, as the one he had been holding shattered on the floor approximately three seconds later.

“What? How?” he gasped.

“Well, you see, it was just some basic logic once I was able to work backwards from the solution, although it did take me somewhat longer than I would’ve liked to—” Pay began, but Mags cut him off with a wave of his hand.

“No, not that—how did they know he was out there? How did they find him? Why didn’t they tell us?”

Pay shrugged. “For that, you’d probably have to ask them but I really don’t think that’s a good idea right now!” he yelped, lunging for Mags’s arm as the other Addison rushed towards the door.

“Why not?” Mags was shaking, his eyes wild. “Spamton’s alive, right? You’re sure?”

“Almost entirely certain.” Pay said.

“That’s enough for me. They’ve both been lying to us—I need to deal with this now!” Mags cried, pulling against Pay’s grip.

The orange Addison let go of his arm nervously.

“I’m going to call a meeting. This instant.” he insisted, rushing out the door with Pay trailing fearfully behind.

[gazellion]

FIFTEEN

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AFTER THE LONG day she had, Skylar was absolutely exhausted. Even though all she wanted to do was fall into her bed, she and the other interns were still waiting to see if Derek would choose Meredith or Addison.

"When you tell someone I'll meet you later at a bar tonight, how long exactly does that mean you're supposed to wait?" Cristina wondered aloud as the group watched Meredith drink away her worries at the bar.

"Do you think he's really not coming?" George asked.

"It is getting a little hard to watch," Izzie added, tilting her head.

Cristina shook her head. "It was hard to watch an hour ago. Now it's just pathetic."

"You know she can hear you, right?" Skylar tiredly laughed.

"Who's pathetic?" Meredith questioned, turning around in her seat. Skylar gave them an 'I told you so' look. "You, who pretend to be my friends, are calling me pathetic, behind my back, in front of my face," Meredith slurred, glaring at the group of four. "Why don't you just dump the pigs blood on me now and get it over with?"

"Pigs blood?" George murmured to himself, putting his arm around the back of Skylar's chair. Neither of them noticed the look that Izzie sent the two.

"It's from Carrie," Skylar informed as he just made a noise in realization.

The bell above the door jingled as someone walked into the bar. They looked at the door for what seemed like a thousandth time that night, just to see Tyler, a nurse who worked at the hospital.

"He's really not coming," Meredith said to herself.

Suddenly, everyone's pager went off all at once. "Joe, turn up the TV!" Someone shouted as the news reporter spoke urgently. "A massive train wreck occurred just outside of Seattle just minutes ago."

Cristina looked at her pager. "911."

"We just worked a 30 hour shift," Izzie complained.

"I don't have any clean underwear," George added.

"You guys do realize there will be multiple traumas, right?" Skylar asked as she made her way toward the door. "As in, surgeries?" They perked up at her words, standing and quickly making their way to the hospital.

❰ ❱

Izzie, Cristina, Alex, George, and Skylar all left the elevator that took them to the pit. They all made their way down the hall, but in Meredith's case, she drunkenly stumbled down the hall.

"I think I saw a pneumothorax. I hope I get a pneumothorax," Cristina said as they put their trauma gowns on. Izzie and Alex were having a conversation about how Alex wimped out in the elevator and missed his chance to perform open heart surgery. Cristina, George, and Skylar were helping each other tie their trauma gowns. George accidentally hit Cristina in the head when he got his arm into the sleeve and he and Skylar had to contain their laughs while the brunette glared at them.

Their eyes widened when they saw Dr. Bailey walking up to them in a beautiful green dress. Nobody was able to look away since it was such a rare sight to see their resident in regular clothes. She grabbed a trauma gown while all the interns still stared at her. George even let out a gasp of shock. "What are you looking at?" She asked.

"You look very nice, Dr. Bailey," Skylar said with a cheesy smile.

"Thank you." Bailey walked over to Alex and handed him her jacket and purse. "Go get me my damn shoes. Let's move people." She put on a gown and started walking to a door where Meredith was leaning beside.

"Hello. I seem to be a little bit drunk. I was off duty," she added that last part as an explanation.

"So was I!" Bailey looked at the others. "Anybody else half in the bottle?" Everyone shook their heads. Skylar's eyes lit up in amusement when she saw George checking his breath to make sure. She slightly nudged him, and they both shared a look anybody else would describe as two people completely enamored with each other. "All right, then. Grey, just stay out of the way. I'll deal with you later. The rest of you stick with me and wait for your assignments." Cristina moved behind her resident to tie the back of her gown. "Now, you get all a-quiver at the sight of blood and organs, but it's gonna be a long night and you're already tired. I don't want any mistakes." Cristina was still tying up her resident's gown. "Come on, now!"

"I'm done. I'm done," Cristina replied but Bailey didn't reply. She just walked through the door and into the pit. It was chaos in there. Doctors, nurses, paramedics, and family members of those who got hurt in the crash were bustling all over the place. Voices clashed together and there was not a single moment of silence. More than two dozen people were bleeding and hurt and more were still coming. "I'm so not tired anymore."

"Me neither. I'm not tired either," George agreed with Cristina. Skylar nodded silently as her eyes scanned the room. People were groaning in pain and bleeding, hoping that they would make it. The adrenaline in her from seeing all those wounded in the same room did make her feel less tired. Meredith walked away to stand near a wall when she saw Addison with a pregnant burn victim.

"I've got a third trimester burn victim here, Dr. Bailey, I'm gonna need some help," Addison asked. Izzie, George, Skylar, and Cristina immediately put their hands up in the hair. Even though they felt bad for all the patients, they were still surgical interns who wanted nothing more than to stand in the operating room.

"Izzie, go." When Dr. Bailey said this, all the other's shoulders sagged. The blonde was obviously very excited.

"Yes! Have a nice nap," she teased and Skylar playfully rolled her eyes.

Tyler, from the bar, walked into the pit, still dressed in his casual clothes but when he saw Meredith he stopped walking. "Oh, hey! Joe told me to tell you that McSteamy came looking for you," he passed on.

"You mean McDreamy," Meredith corrected, a bit frazzled. She didn't know what to do now. "Joe said McDreamy came looking for me?"

"No," Tyler shook his head. And for a second there Meredith deflated, but then rose back up at what Tyler said next. "I'm pretty sure it was McSteamy. Yeah." He kept repeating to himself as he walked away. Skylar, George, and Cristina were all watching the exchange between the two. The three exchanged a look, not knowing what to do now.

"Does that mean he picked her?" George wondered.

"If it does, I just lost 50 bucks," Cristina complained.

"I should've known that you would bet on something like this." Skylar shook her head at her friend, who shrugged her shoulders. George shot her an apologetic smile when a paramedic rushed through the double doors.

"I've got the leg!" He yelled, holding a severed leg in his hands.

"I want that leg..." Cristina dreamily said.

"Dr. Bailey, who you got?" Webber asked and immediately the three interns' hands went up once again. They almost whacked Bailey in her face, but she ended up choosing Cristina. She joined the team that was wheeling the man with a severed leg away, while the remaining two were watching them go with a sad look on their faces.

As Derek walked by Meredith, he solemnly nodded at her. "Was that a nod?" George asked.

"Yeah," both Meredith and Skylar answered in unison.

"Do we know what it meant?" He asked again.

"No."

Then Alex Karev entered the pit with Bailey's work shoes. Another big emergency came through those double doors: two people were sitting on a gurney together with a metal pole sticking through their abdomens. They were facing each other, almost touching. They were being rolled into one of the trauma rooms, so they could be checked on. Alex, Skylar, George, and Meredith followed the paramedics into the trauma room.

George, Alex, and Skylar were standing to the side while Meredith was looking in amazement at the two people. The blonde woman, named Bonnie, saw Meredith's curiosity. "Is this the craziest thing you've ever seen?"

"Uh...yeah."

"Yeah. Me too." Bailey and Burke were still outside, but Bailey's all-knowing powers sensed something and she glanced at Meredith. The look on her face said that Meredith needed to stay away from the patients. She quickly scurried off to the side where her fellow interns were standing. Bonnie saw Burke and Bailey talking outside and was a little agitated.

"Excuse me!" Bonnie called out which made Burke and Bailey enter the room.

"Hi. I'm Dr. Burke," the attending quickly greeted. "You shouldn't turn your head. You want to try and move as little as possible," he advised.

"Oh, okay," she slowly said. "So are you gonna pull this pole out of us any time soon?"

"It's a touch uncomfortable," Tom, the impaled man, admitted.

"I'm sorry, we can't until we get a better look on what's going on internally. But I assure you we will work as quickly as possible," Burke informed and Skylar's eyes roamed through the patients.

"Well, in that case, does anybody have a breath mint?" Bonnie asked, which made Burke smile while Tom furrowed his eyebrows in question at the woman in front of him. "For me, not for you." They both smiled. Burke already moved to exit the room again but not before whispering something to Bailey.

"Uh, O'Malley, Kepner, get them to X-ray." The two of them shared a look of shock but that quickly turned into one of excitement. Skylar immediately gestured to Alex to untie her gown as Meredith united George's. "Move them extremely carefully."

Skylar quickly nodded and George seemed to panic slightly as he whispered, "They never would have picked me before the elevator..." Both Skylar and Alex overheard this but only one got mad because of it. Alex looked annoyed and glared at George. Skylar just patted him on his shoulder.

"Just leave him alone, Alex. It's not his fault you choked in the elevator."

"You always have to defend little Georgie, huh?"

"What is your problem? You know you can tell me anything, right?" He didn't respond but Skylar didn't have time left to continue asking him questions. She wondered what he wasn't telling her. She knew something was bothering him. And she couldn't help but feel like she wasn't doing enough to help through whatever he was going through. So she let out a sigh and followed George out the door.

❰ ❱

As they wheeled Bonnie and Tom through the halls, Skylar was desperately trying to find a way to cure their anxiety. "Is there anyone you'd like us to call?" She wondered.

"They called my wife from the ambulance."

"And my fiancé," Bonnie added. "They're flying down from Vancouver together."

"Normally, Amanda would be a tad upset to find me pressed up against another woman, but in this case I think I'll get a pass," he joked, making the girl giggle.

"You two weren't traveling together?" George questioned.

"No...we just met," Bonnie clarified.

"A bit of an awkward introduction."

"You have nice pores," she said, making the man laugh.

When they got to radiology, there was a long waiting line, so Skylar walked ahead and cleared her throat. She got the intern's attention, who, looking at her patients, allowed her and George to go ahead. They kept doing this until they were at the front of the line.

❰ ❱

In the x-ray observation room, Bailey, Skylar, and George were standing next to the scans, eyeing the many details. Burke was seated on a chair, looking at them on a computer screen while Meredith was standing off to the side with a banana bag IV connected to her arm, trying to quickly sober up. Skylar wasn't exactly sure why she was there, but she figured that Meredith needed someone after the whole not knowing who Derek chose debacle.

"Is—is it going straight through her spine?" George questioned.

"It is. T8's completely crushed," Bailey answered, pointing at it with her finger.

Derek then entered the room and his eyes immediately fell on Meredith. Meredith straightened and tensed when she saw him. "What happened?" He asked, seeing the IV.

"Tequila," she simply answered.

"I'm keeping an eye on her," Bailey clarified before sending a look to the intern.

He moved to look at the scans and look surprised. "Look at this...these people are still alive?"

"Still making small talk," George answered.

"The pole's tamponading the wound as far as we can see," Bailey informed the man as Skylar leaned on the table to have a better look at the scans.

"It's hitting the aorta," Derek evaluated.

"Look at him," Burke spoke up, looking at Tom's scans. "It's right in line with his inferior vena cava."

"But there's a way to operate without separating them, isn't there?" Skylar hopefully asked. Skylar looked at everyone in the room, hoping that the answer would be yes. However, it wasn't.

Burke shook his head, while Derek actually said, "No." Both of them were oblivious to how their answer caused the girl's expression to drop. George saw this and took his hand out of his lab coat and put it in Skylar's, squeezing just enough to let her know that he was there for her.

"If we remove the pole then..." George trailed off.

"They'll both bleed out," Bailey finished his thought.

"What if we don't move the pole? What if we move one of the patients off the pole to get the saw in there? Then we can hold the pole steady in the other one. Move it very slowly and repair the damage as we go," Burke suggested.

"Who? Which would you move?" Skylar asked while Shepherd glanced at Meredith, who stared back at him.

"With her aortic injuries, her chances of survival are extremely slim no matter what we do. But if we move her, we have a real shot of saving him."

"Well, I could argue since her injuries are so extensive we should move him. Give her the best shot we can," Derek objected.

"So basically, whoever you move doesn't stand a chance." Everyone glanced at the blonde, unsettled. "So how do you choose? How do you decide you gets to live?"

❰ ❱

"We have to make this call soon if we want to have a shot at saving either one of them," Burke warned Shepherd as they walked through the hallway, the three interns and Bailey behind them.

"I'd like to examine them before I weigh in."

"I'll wait for your page."

"Thank you." The neurosurgeon turned to the interns. "Dr. Grey—"

"Dr. Grey needs to get herself a blood alcohol test before practicing any medicine tonight," Bailey intervened, turning to the girl with the banana bag.

"What? No, I'm totally fine." The girl started connecting her pointer fingers to her nose, causing Skylar to chuckle at her. "See?"

"Right, okay. Dr. Kepner, then," the attending turned to the redhead, who flashed him a smile before they made their way to Bonnie and Tom's room.

❰ ❱

"Can you feel that, Miss Krasnoff?" Derek asked, squeezing Bonnie's fingers.

Bonnie drowsily smiled up at him, the accident beginning to take a toll on her body. "You're a cute doctor," she said, her voice very sweet. She seemed a bit loopy from the morphine that was keeping her pain away. "Cute doctors get to call me by my first name."

"Okay, Bonnie, can you feel that?"

"Can I feel what? Oh...I guess that's a no."

"Excuse me, Dr. Shepherd? I got the labs," George called out as he entered the rooms, labs in his hand.

"Oh, great, thank you," he swapped clipboards with George. "Could you try to wiggle your toes, Mr. Maynard?" Tom did it successfully which caused Skylar's lips to form a small smile.

"Are they moving?" He questioned, not being able to look down because of the neck brace.

"Yes, they are," Skylar told him.

The man laughed lightly. "Good. That's good, right?"

"Yes, it is," Derek assured.

"What about me? Are mine moving?" Bonnie asked, hope filling her voice. George, Skylar, and Derek looked down at her foot. They guessed she was trying to move it but it stayed still.

"Yes, they are," Derek lied, wanting to keep her happy and not have her break down in this situation.

"Yay, me!" She giggled in relief.

"Dr. Shepherd, is it?" Tom asked and at Derek's nod, he went on. "Dr. Shepherd, Bonnie and I...are we gonna live through this?"

"Oh, that's just morose, Tom," Bonnie playfully scolded.

"I'm sorry, dear." He looked back at Derek. "Doctor?"

"We're gonna do everything we can, Mr. Maynard."

❰ ❱

"Where are we?" Burke asked, joining the others in the x-ray observation room.

"You were right. Her vitals are erratic, pulse is weak, spine's severed...I was hoping that it didn't hit the—but from that angle it just can't have missed the aorta," Shepherd informed.

"What about him? Think he can live?" Bailey questioned, looking over Skylar's shoulder.

"He's got better odds."

"Okay, let OR one know we're coming," Bailey told George, lightly tapping him on the shoulder

"And, O'Malley? Close off the gallery. We don't need an audience for this," Burke instructed.

Something stopped George from leaving, he wasn't feeling right about choosing who got to live and who got to die. "She's cracking jokes. How do you tell someone she's gonna be dead in a few minutes when she's sitting up cracking jokes?" With that he left, sighing.

"I hate this..." Skylar trailed off, shaking her head. "It feels wrong to just choose," she sighed, looking down at the floor.

"I know. But, sometimes, it's the job." Bailey put her hand on her shoulder in comfort.

❰ ❱

"This is hard because your body is in a certain amount of shock," Derek explained to Bonnie and Tom. "It's preventing you from feeling pain. From feeling the extent of your injuries." They were back in their room, giving both of them the bad news, which they were bound to react badly to.

"Dr. Shepherd, we have a metal pole cutting a path through our insides. I don't know about Tom here, but I didn't expect to walk out of here anytime soon," Bonnie softly said, making Skylar frown. "So, whatever it is you have to say, just, please, say it."

"Okay, Bonnie," Derek started. "In order to operate on Mr. Maynard, we have to separate you two. In order to do that, we have to move you backwards off the pole."

"Can't you just pull the pole out of both of us?" Tom asked.

"Well, if we did that, you would start bleeding very quickly. Too quickly. Right now, the pole is plugging the wounds. Once removed, the organs will shift and there's a great deal of damage," Burke explained.

"So if you move me, I'll die?" Bonnie whispered, trying to keep her tears at bay.

"We're gonna do everything we can to—" Derek began but was cut off.

"No," Tom interrupted. "No. If anybody has to go it should be me. You just move—"

Burke sighed. "No. Mr. Maynard, your injuries are less extensive. If we pull the pole from you as we operate around it, we have a better chance at repairing the damage." Skylar's eyes began to water, but she willed them not to fall. George grabbed her hand, and Skylar squeezed it, needing to hold onto him like life support.

Tom shook his head. "It's not right. It's not fair," he whispered.

Bonnie sadly smiled. "Shh, Tom. It's not fair either way." She glanced up at Skylar and George. "Is, um, is my Danny, is he here yet?"

"There are delays at the airport," George told them.

"Because of the storm," Skylar added.

"We could wait," Bailey suggested. "But the longer do, the higher the risk of infection for—"

"No, no," Bonnie reassured them. "This is better." She managed to smile through her tears. "Danny, he wouldn't understand. I've had a couple hours to, you know, process all of this, but if—if he had to see me, talk to me like this, I...well, I just think it would be too hard," she rambled, a sense of acceptance washing over her.

❰ ❱

In the O.R, nurses were prepping Bonnie and Tom for surgery while Skylar held Bonnie's hand, trying to calm her down and make her feel less alone during this difficult time. "Can I ask you a question?" Bonnie asked. Tom made an affirmative noise and she continued. "Do you believe in heaven?"

"I do. Don't you?"

"I want to."

"Bonnie...I just want to say—"

She shushed him. "I know, I know."

"This is Dr. Addams, our anesthesiologist," Derek told them, entering the room. "When you're ready, he's gonna put you to sleep."

"So, it's not gonna hurt?" Bonnie asked, tears still in her eyes.

"Not a bit, Bonnie," Skylar responded.

"That's good. Skylar?"

"Yeah?" She whispered, trying her best not to let her tears show.

"You'll be there when they talk to my Danny, right?" She asked, her voice softer than ever.

"Yes, I will. What do you want me to tell him?" As Bonnie uttered her message to Skylar, she allowed herself to spill the first tear of the day, quickly wiping it away. She was always thinking of how the patient would respond, and the last thing she wanted to do was to get too attached, but she was sure that she already failed that.

❰ ❱

After separating both patients and verifying that Tom was stable, the team moved to work on Bonnie, wanting to give her the best shot they could.

"Grey, Kepner, get in here and retract," Bailey ordered. Skylar quickly moved to do her job.

"Retractor. Quickly, please. Give me some sponges. Lap sponges," Derek asked as the attendings worked.

"Her aorta's shredded. She's gonna bleed out," Burke realized, shaking his head, knowing there was slim to no chance that she was going to live.

"Doctors, he's losing pressure," the anesthesiologist monitoring Tom warned them.

"He's bleeding, let's go," Derek ordered and everyone started moving from one patient to the other. It pained Skylar to have to leave the girl on the table, but she knew there was nothing they could do if they wanted to give Tom the best shot they could.

"What about her? We can't just abandon her," Meredith yelled as Skylar changed gloves so she could operate on Tom. "We can't just abandon her!" The blonde refused to move.

"I'm going in. Scalpel," Burke started on Tom as Skylar moved in to help the team.

"Let's go, Dr. Grey," Bailey urged her.

"Meredith," George called out.

"What about her? We cannot abandon her! We have an obligation." She seemed to panic slightly.

"Meredith, come on," Bailey tried to stop her. "There was too much damage. There was never anything we could do. We have to let her go." As she tried to stop Meredith from pumping the poor girl's heart. "Time of death 3:49."

❰ ❱

Several hours later, the surgery was finally over, taking Bonnie's life with it. Derek had offered to talk to her fiance, but Skylar made a promise, which she fully intended on keeping.

"Did she suffer?" Danny asked, trying and failing to stifle his tears.

"No," she instantly answered. "Her injuries prevented her from...no, she wasn't in any pain."

"Good. That's good."

Skylar felt a lump in the back of her throat, and she'd barely even started speaking. "She asked me to tell you that, um, she wanted you to know," she cleared her throat and took a deep breath before looking at him directly in the eye. "Bonnie wanted you to know, that if love were enough, she'd still be here with you."

Danny sucked in a breath, sending her a small nod before standing up and leaving without another word. Skylar stood as well, not bothering to acknowledge the tears that were begging to break free and run down her cheeks.

Without saying a word to anyone, or bothering to smile at people she passed in the hall, she made her way to the locker room. When she got there, George immediately stood up from his seat on the bench and made his way over to her. He knew how much that day took a toll on her.

When he saw her face, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and cradled the back of her head as he whispered over and over again, "It's going to be okay," as she silently cried into his shoulder. And George realized that he would do anything to protect her from the dangers of the world that were bound to come.

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