#like the idea of just 'letting' something happen...in lb mainly two characters being in the same place at the same time

[dallonwrites]

the first chapter of lover boy is really intense on an emotional level because So Many Things happen in quick succession it's like beau barely gets a chance to breathe and process it. meanwhile RR opening chapter is just felix and dorothy arguing in a laundromat.

[mobius-prime]

175. Sonic the Hedgehog #107

Crouching Hedgehog, Hidden Dragon (臣人豪猪臧龍) (Part Two)

Writer: Karl Bollers Pencils: Ron Lim Colors: Frank Gagliardo

Yes, those are the same Chinese characters as last time. I was kind of hoping they would have used different ones so we could have a second nonsense phrase to laugh over, but alas. The morning after the dragon's attack, Sonic and Tails are playing video games when they're called to a morning meeting with Station Square's president. Once in the meeting, the president begins to explain his strategy for taking on the dragon, but Sonic is less than interested.

Sonic suddenly realizes he recognizes the team as the one that captured him at the beginning of Sonic Adventure 2, and promptly bursts into hysterical laughter, remembering how easily he disarmed them last time. Sally is quick to salvage the situation by claiming that it's Mobian tradition to laugh at their allies as a show of respect, and a confused president and annoyed Paladin Team look on as every Mobian at the table howls with laughter to keep up the ruse. Sonic, however, is not pleased with the tough-guy, humorless attitude that every member of the team exudes, and Sally, Rotor, and Antoine stay behind in the city as Sonic, Tails, and Bunnie airdrop in with the team to Pyro Island, where the dragon is believed to be hiding out. The Mobians are cheery, singing and chatting with one another, but the leader of Paladin Team admonishes them for not taking things seriously. While everyone is distracted, two of the Paladin Team members lag behind everyone else, not realizing that there's a shadowy, snakelike figure stalking them from behind. As the Mobians and humans begin to argue, they suddenly notice the disappearance of two of their team members.

While the humans angrily head out to find their missing team members, Sonic, Tails and Bunnie press on into the trees, trying to figure out where a dragon might hide. Tails spots a cave behind a waterfall, and they duck inside, to be immediately greeted by… Dulcy! It's been a while since we've seen her! Her arm is in a sling, but otherwise she seems fine and happy to see them. Suddenly, the red dragon emerges from behind her, but Dulcy quickly explains that this is Zan, and she's in a relationship with him. However, he begins to act aggressive, insisting that the others are their enemies and shouldn't be here, to her dismay.

Well, that changes things a bit. Everyone tries to convince Zan to settle down so they can talk things out peacefully, but Zan becomes even angrier when Dulcy agrees. He's interrupted from scolding her for relying on them when a net entangles his mouth, shutting him up, and the humans all rush in with guns drawn, ready to kill both dragons. Sonic utilizes his super speed to take apart all their guns before they can fire, but then Zan breaks free of his muzzle, gloating that now that they're unarmed he can kill them easily. Sonic steps in the middle to prevent that from happening either, and then Dulcy, from the back, quietly speaks up.

So this isn't the only "surprise domestic abuse" plot in a Sonic canon. Anyone who's played Sonic and the Secret Rings knows that an abusive romantic relationship plays a big part in that game's plot as well. But it still does come as a big shock here. Sonic freaks out, infuriated that Zan would hurt his friend, and begins wailing on him, while Tails and Bunnie rush outside to check on Dulcy. She repeats certain stock phrases that are common of abuse victims, such as "he loves me" and "maybe it's my fault," while Bunnie reassures her that she's not at fault at all and deserves better than to be treated this way. It's honestly a decent portrayal of the guilt that abuse victims become stuck with, just very condensed, because this comic doesn't have time to throw in a whole long subplot about Dulcy's emotional recovery. Instead, it takes a fast-track approach, as while Sonic and Zan fight, Paladin Team sets up explosives and blows up the entire cave, with Sonic and Zan still in it! That'll solve it!

Everyone outside is horrified and rushes forward to try to dig them both out, but Sonic emerges safely, tunneling his way out from under the rock. However, Zan isn't so lucky. The team contacts the president, informing him that the dragon that menaced them is dead and the city is safe again, and he agrees formally to take in the Overlander refugees, while Sonic, Tails, and Bunnie stay with Dulcy at the ruins of the cave till nightfall, letting her mourn despite the abuse.

Fittingly, our character file for this issue is for Dulcy! She's an outlier in almost every way compared to the other characters so far. Since she's a dragon, you'd expect her to be bigger than the others, but I wasn't expecting her to be so massive. She's a whopping 240 cm or 7'10" tall, and weighs 111.8 kg or 245.9 lbs! That's easily taller than Big the Cat and E-102 Gamma, the tallest characters in the games (not counting bosses such as Iblis or Dark Gaia), though not nearly as heavy as either of them. Her wingspan also comes out to 169 cm or exactly five feet, which correspond well enough to how they're usually drawn as proportionately small. However, that's not the most interesting thing about her file. Based on her behavior and this recent relationship of hers, how old would you say Dulcy is? Seventeen? Eighteen?

She's thirteen.

I was honestly shocked when I found this out. This means that most of the previous times we've seen her, she was literally only twelve, not even a teenager yet. This actually puts a lot of her behavior into perspective - her somewhat crybaby attitude and nervousness in the face of danger, all that is due to literal immaturity. This means she was only about two years old when the war against Robotnik started, with her birthday being August 23. The file explains that when Robotnik began his coup, he heavily targeted dragons before any other creatures due to their sheer power. One such dragon, Sabina, sought protection for her daughter Dulcinea (Dulcy's real name) among the Kingdom of Acorn before she too was captured. Dulcy grew up over the years and helped the Freedom Fighters, though she mainly lived outside on her own due to her massive size. Interestingly enough, the file also attempts to provide a bit of a retcon for the whole "dragons can sense truth" plot hole that I pointed out all the way back during Endgame, instead suggesting that Dulcy in particular is just a very trustworthy individual who doesn't like telling lies and has an instinct for knowing when someone is being truthful, which I can accept. It's a lot better than the handwave from before, anyway.

Reunification (Part II)

Writer: Ken Penders Pencils: Dawn Best Colors: Robbie O'Quinn

Lien-Da is pissed. Apparently, she actually didn't expect Knuckles to be able to reverse the effects of the Quantum Beam, despite Dimitri not only promising Knuckles he'd do so himself, but even encouraging Knuckles to do so on his own. Dimitri is also shocked, though more at the sheer extent of Knuckles' power, which exceeds even his own when he was Enerjak.

What, Lien-Da? You think you're gonna recruit Remington or something? Remington's an upstanding guy, man, I think your chances are… uh… well, I suppose we mustn't forget about the time traveler girl who apparently thinks he's gonna murder Knuckles. Remington asks her for her name and she gives the name "Jani-Ca," though internally she notes that she's trying to hide her own identity, meaning this isn't her real name. Wynmacher and Lara-Le rush up, concernedly asking after Knuckles, and while Remington states he hasn't seen him, Jani-Ca hides her surprise at seeing a younger version of her grandmother. Wait - grandmother?! Then that means she's…

The Chaotix are back as well, having landed right back in the ruins of the Grand Conservatory, with their dialogue again suggesting that they haven't been away for long due to the slower time scale within the Twilight Zone. In Haven, the various members of the Brotherhood are dismayed to find the place trashed from Knuckles' earlier bursts of uncontrolled power, though they instead suspect the Legion's hand. They notice that Matthias and Hawking are no longer there, realizing that they've both died and headed on to the "next evolution," AKA echidna heaven. They sense one more soul with them, whom we know is Tobor, but they can't figure it out. Locke briefly worries that it might be Knuckles before hearing Knuckles' ghostly voice reassuring him that he's fine and currently in the city. Far from reassuring Locke, this only makes him worry that instead of his great plans for Knuckles to be a savior, instead his worst fears have come to pass. What, Locke, you starting to think that maybe genetically engineering and irradiating your unborn baby wasn't a good idea after all?

*sigh* So, yes, everyone, this is Knuckles' future daughter Lara-Su. Anyone who knows Penders and his whole lawsuit debacle will know exactly who this is. Now, she's kind of an unpopular character because of this (and because many people essentially dismiss her as Penders' Mary Sue OC), and there are definitely valid criticisms to be made about her inclusion into the comics, but I'm not going to immediately jump into hating her just because of the circumstances of her creation. After all, we still know basically nothing about her, not even how she came to be, and anyway you all know that I prefer to judge a character or story on its own merits and not on how likeable its creator is.

Everyone's conversations are interrupted by a flash of light, and Dimitri materializes in the middle of the group. Remington, of course, steps forward intending to arrest him, but Knuckles stops him much to his shock. Dimitri grins in a super-duper-not-an-evil-villain way and says that Knuckles has finally seen that he and his Legion only wish to rejoin the rest of echidna society, and that they're prepared to do whatever it takes to reintegrate…

[mumpkins]

Private OC Rating

Done by @cho-rates​, I just decided to have the balls to make it public and answer questions! (as well as fix some things)

cho’s comments and questions will be in BOLD. 

My answers and fixed places will be in ITALIC!

Name: Shotaro Kaneda

Hero/Villain Name (if applicable): N/A

Age: 24 ( An aged up verse, he’s a couple years older than 1-A. Though sometimes I will portray his teen years as well, I have more information on his adult verse. I do want to flesh out teen years at some point though lol )

Birthday: September 5 (a virgo eww)

Gender: Male

Orientation: Bi-sexual

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 133 lbs

Hair: ear-length, fixed but slightly unruly, black

Appearance: Athletic agile build, Asian descent, brown eyes, red tinted hands and feet, small red horns on his forehead, long spiked / devilish red tail

Body: Athletic agile build

Quirk: Steam – Kaneda can build up and blow a hot steam that can potentially burn (or even melt depending on the force) his opponents. (Ahaha, the quirk fits the body appearance. I bet this one is going to be a hot head or really sweet)

Weakness: Building up and releasing too much steam at once can cause overexertion to the point where he can and will collapse and not be able to move for a while. Also his fucking ego. (LMFAO, I guess we’re dealing with the former and not the latter!)

Personality: Kaneda becomes the main symbol of defiance, expressing anarchy behavior towards authority and absolutely does not accept blatant disrespect. Kaneda values loyalty and becomes vengeful when trust is broken. He is impulsive, hot-headed, egotistical, and maintains a tough exterior; however, he is brave, independent, and highly empathetic. As a leader, Kaneda will look out for the safety and well-being of his allies, and will throw himself in front of a bullet for them if need be. (This!! I like that you didn’t make him a straight jerk and that you gave him good traits as well!)

Do they work well with others?: You are either with him or against him. By default he will work well if not negotiate unless you have a badge stating your authority.

Family: Parents deceased; family is his gang of brothers, all misfits and loyal to the bone

Friends (other oc’s or in BNHA universe): OC’s; his bike gang

Enemies(other oc’s or in BNHA universe): literally by default does not trust the cops or heroes (LOL)

Romantic Interests: by happenstance, Izuku Midoriya (LOL pt.2)

What do they think about heroes?: Oh shit oh fuck uhhhh

A couple of things about heroes. He sees the rise of fame being motivation for pro-heroes lately. They seem real fake to him, and it runs along the lines of Stain’s idea of “false heroes”. But he also sees them as a bunch of buzz kills when he’s trying to ride out and do his own thing that happens to be illegal. (LOL this guy is so problematic in a very headass type of way and it’s really entertaining. He’s a really fun character to read about.)

What do they think about villains?: They’re somewhat easier to work with, but he does not associate himself with hardcore villains either. As much as he himself could easily be considered one, he considers himself more in a grey area. He won’t kill a hero – actually he hesitates to kill anyone – but he won’t turn on a villain either if only because any of them could either arrest him or kill him. (Ah, he’s smarter than he lets on. I wonder how much of this is empathy and how much of this is him saving his own ass,,)

In terms of villains, he’s very much along the lines of “snitches get stitches”. At this point it doesn’t matter what his views are with a villain or a rival gang, he’s not gonna call the cops or any heroes as that is a lower blow than trying to either run or solve the issue on his own. He would rather risk his dignity than call the authorities. 

Is their first reaction to danger: flight or fright?

Depends on the danger. If he knows it’s an even match, he’ll throw fists. If he knows he has no chance, he’ll turn tail (heh) and run. (i’m actually laughing omg stop)

If they had to be stuck on an island with one BNHA character, who would it be and why?

don’t don’t ever give him the option (brO TELL ME)

Favorite holiday and why?

Halloween. As a child he always loved to dress up as his favorite hero. As an adult, he’s more attuned to the day before Halloween as “Mischief Day” and takes “tricks” to the extremes.

Do they have a certain way of dressing/ style?

His wardrobe is casual and lazy punk clothes. He does occasionally sport a bright red jacket with his gang’s logo on the back.

Pet peeves: Assuming his character for his looks (I mean you right but he hates it) (LMFAO I’m trying to give a serious review here and you hitting me with all this lolol)

Favorite food: shrimp tempura and rice

Favorite drink: Pepsi (ayyeee, pepsi > coke)

What is their favorite season/weather?: Summer

What is their sleep schedule like?: Whenever (mood)

Introvert, Extrovert or Ambivert?: Extrovert

Quickest way to upset them?: Pull his tail (I….I’m so tempted)

What type of student were they/are they?: Given that he only went to school so he didn’t have to do community service… he did the bare minimum, still got held back once (got mightily pissed off about it), and left as soon as he turned 18. Will also add that the school he went to was one step closer to juvie.

Superlative that fits them best (class clown, teachers pet, etc): Most Likely Will Be His Own Boss

A song you associate with them: Survival of the Fittest - Robert DeLong

What’s their diet like?: He will inhale anything in front of him, but he has a real fast metabolism

What’s the last thing they ate?: McDonald’s burger combo

Hobbies: riding his motorcycle and sometimes play video games

Guilty Pleasures: I mean. If you got the dokis for a hero and you’re a real anarchist……..

When and what was the last thing that made them cry?: laid in bed one night. like you do. thought about where his life was. wondered where it was going. you know just one of those fun nights. (this got too real too fast and i feel mildly attacked)

General Extras: In general, he is a real neutral guy that doesn’t play sides unless you’re on his specifically. He doesn’t take being talked down to and will even argue his side to keep himself above it all. Even raise fists. But he is impulsive as shit and does not always think his decision through. Definitely not book smart, but strongly street smart and highly confident in his actions. (I get that vibe from everything you’ve said, you summarized it really well and took the words out of my mouth!)

Do you plan on filling out a roleplay form(No pressure if you don’t want to do it, this is more for me so I can keep your forms together if you send in both): nah I’m just curious about this one

Creator Name (that’s you!): Mumzy

Blog name where I can contact you: mumpkins

Did you have fun doing this?! (pls just say yes so my feelings don’t get hurt): I REALLY DID and eventually there came a point where I was literally like “well shit he’s kind of a dumb bastard what else is there”

PLEASE JUST SEND THE ANSWERS DIRECTLY TO ME I DON’T NEED THIS POSTED 8’D

I’ll post it private and send you the link!

*deep inhales* BOI. Shotaro is such an unintentional meme?? Like big crackhead vibes from him like…he’s really just a lil misfit goin around and doing as he pleases,, so much angst in this one like??? (i hope you dont take any offence to this,, i just really like his character lol) he seems pretty factious to me LOL. I like his quirk, simple and easy and his weakness is plausible, no OP oc’s here! His personality really shined through and you portrayed him well. That little paragraph you wrote summarizing him was a really solid description and would be perfect for a character sheet. The only inconsistencies were, at the top you put his age as 17 but in the “what type of student were they” you mentioned him turning 18 but otherwise he is a really solid character! I’m 20 something so I can’t crush on anyone younger than 20 but he’s really… *deep breath* …moving on. I love his personality and the fact that he’s this punk but in reality he’s an impartial dude who is chill unless something offends him or opposes him but he is also very loyal and empathetic, two qualities that I love!

Idk if you wanted questions since this is a private rating but i’ll put some either way and u can choose to fill em out or nah,, i mainly do it to help develop character and its just fun to talk abt oc’s sooo,,

What job do you see him having in the future? He’s not really here no there so i’m interested!

After he drops out of high school, he flat out does not know what to do. As he is familiar with criminal work, he stays to what he knows with his bike gang... and incidentally gets picked up by mob members. He begins as an errand boy for one organized group, but never is he ever initiated as a member. After having been exposed by a variety of assignments from various villains, by the age of 20 he’s doing all kinds of illegal work. He becomes a man for hire in the undergrounds, helping with drug trafficking, enforcement, body guarding, petty thieving, etc. You name it, he’s probably done it.

But that’s only in the dark. To keep himself balanced, he’s also a bar back for a local bar in the sketchy side of town. An honest job when he meets people and can tell them what he does for work without putting off any red flags.

A couple of reasons why he does shady work is not due to enjoyment. Actually, he wishes he never got involved as everyday feels like he’s at risk of getting killed for angering the wrong person. He doesn’t plan ahead of his life only because he could step outside one morning and breathe his last breath. For one thing, his best friend who grew up with him and is part of his gang is in rehab at this point and Kaneda is the only person who he can turn to for help -- by this, Kaneda opts to pay those hospital bills with the quick and astounding amount of money he receives from criminal work. Another reason is plain and simple: once he has done work for one organized criminal group, once his name is spread around the underground as a reliable hire, there’s no way of suddenly dropping that life without risking it all.

Is there anything in particular he does to relax?? Tv, music, hobbies, etc,

The best way he can relax is riding his motorcycle in the late hours of the night. He loves the city, and will speed through until he finds open road where he will just continue to ride until he feels calm again.

If he’s especially frustrated and the steam has built up in his lungs, he will hold it in until he finds a safe spot (preferably home) to release it all and collapse for a while. Yes, his apartment would be a sauna if he doesn’t open his windows.

Sex also helps.

Is he a pessimist or optimist? He’s very unbiased it seems so I wonder what his personal mindset is,,

More of an optimist, but in a way where he prefers to mask sorrow and tension with humor and a lighter perspective. He can’t afford to not be confident, and he tries his damndest to pass that on given the circumstances. “This will work” he would say to an idea he briefly thought of, mostly trusting his gut and hoping that if he passes on the mindset and convinces others of his confidence, then yes in some way things will work out.

But I also say that he’s not very optimistic of his own future (sorry to bring this back). He lives for the moment, but given the life he lives, he does not trust it will be a long one. 

So it’s hard to explain, but he’d more say, “nothing matters in the end; do whatever the hell you want now”.

[sanderssides-fics]

The quest

Plot: fantasy au (my own), Roman only

Tw: swords, violence, dark, candles, pirate mention

Tags: @lampisimportant @polysandershell @analogically-prinxiety @the-prince-and-the-emo @princeyandanxiety @softlogic _____123_____

In the kingdom of the everlasting crystal waterfall, where the trees glistened with morning dew in the evening, and the animals were in a harmonious symbiosis, lay the kingdom of ash. The royals that slept and loved in this kingdom were the kindest of all Royals in the universe. Allowing orphaned children to stay in extra rooms until there was a family for them, in times of need the royals provided shelter, nourishment, and wisdom to keep young and old alive and well until all was safe once more. Every morning was concerts and every evening the jouster told jokes and stories to the children of the kingdom, the cicadas would hum in the day and the crickets charmed at night. The kingdom was peaceful, and war was never waged because the royals whom lived in this kingdom would help their neighbours. Gems were no issue, money was no issue, fresh and clean water was a simple task, and assistance in their own wars was assisted.

The streets of the town that was guarded by stone and clay walls were lined with carts and stands, making money was fun and easy here. The butcher performed knife tricks, cleaver flips, and fillet shows. The baker would decorate cakes and pastries so delicately and satisfactory that the queen purchased a cake every week, sometimes two. The shoe maker and shiner were lovers that worked together to create the best shoes in the valley, kingdoms far and wide ordered their shoes by the dozens. The blacksmith was held in high regard, she made the knives and tools for the entire town, she also made presents for the kingdom. Specifically necklaces for the princess.

The royals were a merry group of folk. The king was kind souled. An addiction to animal friends was his only flaw, the backyard was home to a series of creatures ranging from the moles of the west valley to the elk of the east valley, he loved all creatures. His wife, The queen, better known as Lady Willow for her days caring for the willow forests with the faeries and gnomes, was a lover of animals as well but not to her husbands extent. She helped humans and the great creatures of the Willow stretch, that was her pride and joy. Some days Lady Willow would leave for days to the willow trees and only come home when safety returned to the stretch. They had 3 children together, 2 Princesses and a Prince.

The princesses were born 6 years apart with the prince born in the middle. The eldest Princess was named Orchid, after her godmother, the fairy queen. Orchid was a stunning sight for any suitor, but was orchid was not interested in love, she found her self fallen for art and books instead. The princess would spend days if not weeks in the library, a velvet reading chair was her thrown and the characters in her fantasy future books were her loves. She insisted to her mother and father, if they gave her time, to read all the books in the library, and paint all the art the castle walls could hold, she would then marry. The royal parents had no qualms with such requests.

The youngest daughter answered to Maple, though that was not her name, her name was Veeva. Maple preferred the name she chose for herself, because she spent her time in the back ground’s trees. Maple, being only 14, was not up for lovers yet. She was thankful for such as she was not interested in Princes like her ghastly brother. All the sweat and danger that came with such boys made her cringe. She spent her days with the talking trees and the scared mice. Veeva was however interested in the sea, oh how she longed to venture out to open water with a crew and a huge sail. To hoist on ropes and shout ‘Heave HO’ like in her favourite stories that Orchid would read. To ride in a crew of pirates, to be a captain of a ship, she told her parents of this though. She did tell her lovely mother about her dreams of the sea, of visiting far away kingdoms and finding love. The king and Queen did not see flaws in this plan of love quests, however they wanted her to grow older before her journey but nevertheless allowed the kingdom sailors to teach Maple about the ways of the sea.

Their only son was called Roman, and he was like any other boy growing up. He played the games, he sung the songs, he made belief and then some. What made Roman stick out though was his love of Adventure and quests. It was always a quest to clear the garden weeds. An adventure to the market, and his miniature pony was a noble steed! So for his 16th birthday they gifted Roman a beautiful Pegasus, Roman was so pleased that he wept. When he was 16 and 3 moons, a dark storm arose in the west. The black clouds originated from dead trees of the south where the coven of the lone star took settlement. The witches had brawn something disastrous in that pot of theirs and it had seeped into the outskirts of their land. The black clouds stole the sunlight and in 4 days flat, the crops had died and the flowers stopped blooming. The willow stretch was fading of life and the kingdom grew worrisome.

“Daddy when is the son coming back?” Asked Maple, as she turned away from the window of the commons room. The scarlet curtains seemed much more dark in the lack of sunlight, the candles were dying out quick as well.

“I have no idea, my dear, but when she does come back you must thank her for shining once more” The king responded and Maple responded with a single nod and went to sit on her father lap, curling up in her black dress that matched her Raven hair. Her blue eyes shone brighter than any candle had ever flicked. Orchid was reading on witches spells in the scrolls of the south, to learn what might have happened. Meanwhile Roman was clipping his red Cloak on over his princely attire. His adventure boots were clipped tight and shone to the shimmer. He had to save his kingdom.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Lady willow spoke in her butterfly silk voice. She was always a soft speaker, never once raising her voice at the children. Mainly because they never misbehaved.

“to save the kingdom” without another word he left, he was 16 and could do as he pleased anyways, he had been training in combat and safety since he was 7 so they also knew their precious son would be as safe as he could be. Roman walked through the corridors with his cloak flowing behind him. Determined look on his face, the ruby encrusted sword in its sheath bouncing against his hip. He walked out to the stable in the deathly dark outside, it was only 5 it shouldn’t be dark like this. Roman had to fix the witches mistake. He took his memorized route to the stables and easily found his Pegasus by her glowing mane.

“Come with me Maleficent, its time to save the world” Maybe Roman read too much fantasy, or maybe he was just very determined in his quest. He opened the stable door and Maleficent left the stall easily and helped Roman on to her back before running forth and her great white wings extended their lengths to pick at the sky and lift them up, Roman kept hold on the leather strap as they flew through the air, though Maleficent would never let him fall.

They rode for hours through the thick smog and over barren valleys of decaying and dead plants, the crops were all lost. This dark curse was of deadly intent, and Roman needed to stop it. It was a few hours after that that Roman had maleficent land at the entrance of the Forest of Lights, a deep forest filled with mysterious lights that whistled and sung as they left their dissipating trails in and around the trees. The black oak trees were old, older than the Kingdoms themselves. These trees were taller than every castle and stronger than the strongest dragon. Roman had spent many years here during his training, learning how to climb the trees and befriend the lights. Roman whistled out a tune before he began to sing in his favourite voice, a red light continuing the whistle for him.

“My friends, I travel here to thou. To beg for help, from your loving sounds. My kingdom’s dark, from the witches spell. Lady willow, she needs your help.” He sung and at the mention of his mother many lights surrounded him. “her daughters Orchid, and Maple vee, they’re scared of the dark so help me please. Travel far to the ever lasting waterfall, the kingdom ash will hear your call. Light up their rooms so they can sleep and never hear our princesses weep. oh please, please do as I say. Please keep the dreadful creatures away” many lights began to leave the forests at Roman’s pleas.

They made their way to the kingdom as fast as any light could, spun in circles in whistling tunes in all the rooms, some even lit the streets to halt the village children’s sobs as well. The village had light again and everyone knew that Prince Roman was doing fine. Roman kept his journey going, Maleficent having a little wisp light on her mane, the blue light that followed Roman year after year. He had named it LB, short for Little Blue. It was as blue as a mid day sky where the clouds met the son but they were too light to be white. A nice soft blue that was comforting. The journey was still long, but maleficent made it quicker. She took off once more with Roman heeled on her back, the little wisp flew into Roman’s cloak to stay as the wind blew strong and hard, making Maleficent slower. Roman kept his praise in her ear, so that Maleficent wouldn’t give up. The valleys and meadows below were dried up and dead, the little wisp made a sad hum seeing the damage the darkness had caused. It wasn’t long before they were flying over the land of the white stag. It was rare to see such a creature but it was also considered the best thing in any humans life. However this was probably the worse way to see the stag that roman saw now. Lain bloated, fallen on it’s side as its coat was tainted red by beasts of the dark land. How dare they kill such a great creature.

“Maleficent! Fly down!” Maleficent did as instructed and landed in the brush nearby, Roman unsheathed his sword and held it with determination, as he ran towards the shadow creatures that looked like skeletons of demon-deer dressed in unholy cloaks of death. He sliced his weapon at the shadow beast, slicing its darkened exterior and chopping its head next. That beast laid dead now as he continued to the next. Defeating beast after beast in a fruitful fight that was easily won by Roman. Their glowing yellow eyes glowed no more as each beast fell broken in shards of what they once were like a stained glass mural. Roman ran to the white stag after he was done and found it breathing heavily, its innards lain on the grass.

“I am so greatly sorry, I will avenge you great stag.” Roman spoke with broken tears, stroking the fur of the dying creatures head and neck that now rested in his royal lap. Its antlers falling off in its defeat, their golden shimmer staying true, it eyes shutting as its final breaths drew closed. Roman sobbed for minutes more, allowing his emotions to better him before getting help from the gnomes that came from the edge of the willow stretch with rocks in their hands to dig a grave for their lost one. They laid the great creature to rest and buried him deep. No one and nothing could hurt him no more. Roman placed the antlers in a bag on the side of Maleficent. Roman sheathed his sword once more and they left, the blue wisp taking hostage in the bag to stay safe as they kept on their journey towards the darkness origin. He needed to stop this deadly reaping before it got worse.

The journey continued, Roman both got more determined and more angry as they kept on their journey. There was no way of time telling at the moment, but roman grew tired, they couldn’t rest anywhere though because no area was safe from the darkness beasts, no place was light enough other than home. Roman was about ready to waste some time by flying west to the mountain crest to sleep in a closed cave, when he noticed a light in the near distance. “Maleficent, that way” he called out loudly, cloak hood blowing off as the winds grew stronger towards the light.

Maleficent landed sloppily, exhausted from the journey, Roman instructed her to go sleep in the stable they saw a few minutes back, the wisp would shield her from darkness. Maleficent left, the wind assisting her journey this time. Roman crept close to the building the lantern light flickered inside of. An old log cabin, home of the witches of the Coven of the lone star. Roman peered inside quietly and stealthily and heard the witches cackle.

In a voice that sounded like orchids creepy echo sound when she read to Maple, a witch gleamed “They’ll be running to us for a cure in no time”

“Too bad they’ll never get it” another cackled, laughing loudly.

“Takes a white stags antler to cut this darkness” they all cackled and Roman smirked, he decided now was a good time to enter so he kicked down the front door for his own added drama he deemed necessary.

“witches, you’ve just spelled out your plan to the wrong prince!” He growled and pulled his sword out as the witches scrambled for their wands. Roman hated killing witches or anybody, but this had to be done or they’d do this again. He sliced at a witch, which happened to free her hands from her wicked body. She could no longer hold a wand, roman plunged the blood soaked sword into her chest.

“Night Night” he removed it once more and spun around and chopped another witches head off, the witch that was last flung a fire spell at him, which singed arm and caught his shirt on fire, without a second thought he removed it and began his attack on her, she attempted to push him into their cauldron, which he ended up just knocking over, spilling its watery contents on to the witch whom screamed in fright and agony as her feat dissolved and she fell into the puddle.

“Don’t mess with a Prince” Roman stressed every word as the witch died in front of him. Roman went outside and whistled for Maleficent, it took a moment for the white Pegasus to fly back to him, roman used a spark from his shirt that still was in flames to set the antler he hoisted from the bag on fire and threw it into the house. Roman watched as the flames spread from window to window, travelling to take the whole house as it’s meal. Roman took a deep breath as the house blew up after they moved away, the darkness shattering and falling away, every beast that sprung from it died in a melting, slithering mess and the winds halted to their usual light breezes. It would take a while for the land to return to its natural state, but they could wait. Roman took his journey home at Maleficent’s speed. Which so happened to be, as fast at Pegasusly possible.

He was welcomed to a party and an overjoyed family, Roman had did it, he had saved the world. He proceeded to quests and adventures as often as they came. Maleficent was his steed, and the sunset was their favourite direction.

[mikexschmidt]

The Synth’s Companion

Summary: Whilst out looking for supplies, Mike makes a new friend. Characters: Mike Schmidt (synthetic version), Lucifer, Mortimer White (Phone Guy), Fritz Smith, Maynard White (Pink Guy), Caboose. Pairings: None. Warnings: swearing, slight talk of potential animal death, prejudice against synthetics Notes: Takes place in the Fallout AU. How Mike meets Lucifer in this particular AU. Info on synth Mike and the other FazTech Inc. synths.

Canon version here.

Mort, Maynard and Caboose belong to @uh-hellohello​

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The humans often sent him out on his own. He was sturdier than them, older and lasted longer. He could be repaired should something happen to him, humans rarely could, so it was logical that he’d be sent out. Besides, he was simply stronger than them in every possible way - FazTech synthetics seemed so overpowered, having what they had, but he supposed his humans saw that as a blessing. The only FazTech synth anyone had seen in years, they were lucky to find him. Very lucky, in fact. Mike’s boots crunched upon the ground as he walked, eyes constantly surveying the area around him. A short distance from him was Diamond City; Mike didn’t frequent here a lot, not without a human, anyway. It wasn’t at all due to opinions - since he didn’t often have any - but the humans didn’t like him coming here alone. They didn’t like him going into any town alone, considering not only the stigma attached to synthetics themselves, but to FazTech synthetics. Abandoned, all of them, due to a fear they would rise up and take over, a typical robot apocalypse (as if the actual one hadn’t been bad enough). They were overpowered, literally built to defeat and be a challenge - as security guards. But humans don’t bother to try and understand what they fear and that had led to nobody buying the mechanical security guards, so the FazTech synths had had to go. Nobody knew how Mike had been activated; Mechanic knew more about the history of his kind more than anybody and not even he could think of a way Mike had been activated on his own. Somebody had to have done it, but nobody had even known where the FazTech synths were being kept. Mike didn’t dwell on it much. He remembered waking up, being surrounded by - shall we say - his brothers and sisters. All of them, laying there in the purple FazTech uniforms, deactivated. Dead. Mike had given them each a look, taking in their faces and their dead eyes, and then he’d left. He’d walked for days, weeks, months, all on his own in the wastelands. Ran into a whole host of problems; some raiders, some radroaches, the odd radscorpion, a deathclaw. Gotten thrown around, clawed at and bitten. Then he’d run into members of the Brotherhood of Steel and the rest was history. Radio Guy and Dog had found him in the trash, beaten and bent and broken. He didn’t remember a cold, wet nose snuffling at him as he was discovered by Dog or a concerned pair of brown eyes look him over as he was initially mistaken for human before Radio Guy saw the ripped rubber skin. He was dragged back to camp and repaired to the best of Radio Guy’s and Evil Brother’s abilities. He’d woken up and had immediately seen them as threats, yelling about danger and aiming his weapon at them, and Evil Brother was going to try and dispose of him before Radio Guy had shown mercy and kindness. A couple of weeks later, Mechanic had arrived, found by Evil Brother whilst out scavenging, and he’d had an absolute field day learning that these two had a FazTech synth. Told them he wanted to take Mike apart and put him back together again - for fun. Radio Guy had been completely against it; Evil Brother had muttered he didn’t need to put him back together if he didn’t want to. Mechanic was, however, allowed to repair the rest of him that the brothers couldn’t do. Again, the rest is history. Mike walked through the streets, eyes still constantly swerving around and checking everybody for signs of danger or perhaps anything he could take home with him. He was, after all, here to find supplies. Radio Guy had given him his rucksack to carry things home; Mike had already found a bountiful of treasure that he knew Radio Guy would enjoy. A lady hastily turned away when she and Mike locked eyes; he didn’t think anything of it. “Synth trash,” somebody spat as they walked by him. Mike didn’t respond. How did they know he’d been found in the trash? They must’ve had some good eyes to know he was FazTech property in the first place. Telling that he was a synthetic was easy enough; his left arm had no skin on it, after all, and there were pieces of rubbery layer missing here and there. The glowing eyes were probably a clue too. Radio Guy had let him have different clothes than the purple ones; clothes of beige and white and brown to blend in better with not only other people, but his surroundings. Purple was horribly noticeable when trying to camouflage. Still, he kept his silver badge from his old uniform, a sign that he was not dangerous, just merely a security guard, and his black cap with the white letters SECURITY on it. He didn’t wear that quite so often; maybe he should. Maybe humans wouldn’t be scared of him then. (Heavens know they will be, though) Mike passed through the marketplace, ignoring people around him, and was just passing between two buildings when he heard…squeaking. The synth paused, looking around in confusion. He’d never heard that noise around here before. Nothing quite like it, in fact. Could it be something threatening? He’d have to watch out. He’d been here before, in this very location, with Radio Guy, but it was worth a check-up. Mike checked every item around him, eyes slowly and thoroughly analysing, then froze when he found something new: a cardboard box, with a badly build shelter made of more cardboard over it, a blanket placed on the inside and a very battered sign tilted next to it. Mike tilted his head, then cautiously approached and, using his foot, moved the sign until he could read it. Absorbing and scanning one letter at a time, he read the two words hastily written on the cardboard sign.

FREE PUPPIES.

Puppies. Puppies? More squeaking from within the box and Mike jumped, quickly stepping back. He shut his eyes for a second and flicked them open; the glow of his irises were now red as Mike scanned the heat signatures of the box before him. There was something in there, moving around, a little bundle of yellow and a little bit of green. Could be warmer. Should be, if it was a living thing, he supposed. Mike flicked his eyes back to icy blue and slowly approached the box. He’d made enough noise for it to know he was here, surely, and it wasn’t attacking. How strange… Just as Mike stepped up to look into the box, the box shook with movement and something popped out from underneath the blanket. Immediately, Mike jumped back, “DANGER, DANGER!” He cried, his left hand crumpling and retracting into his arm as the forearm split into two pieces and shot up, connecting together to make a cylinder where the hand once was. He pointed it at the thing, ready to fire, and paused as he got a good look. A tiny thing with two pointed ears, one of which was bent at the very tip, all fuzzy and mainly black, but with some tan colouring breaking out here and there. A little pink tongue was flopped out of its mouth as it panted away, then let out the squeaking noise Mike had heard. Mike jolted at the noise, “DANGER!” The thing didn’t respond. Mike leaned forward and jabbed it once with his gun as a test; it whined and fell back inside the box, disappearing into the bundle of blanket. There were sounds of crinkling paper; it appeared the bottom of the box was lined with it. Mike blinked, waiting for the thing to reappear. Had he…Had he killed it? He tilted his head, trying to get a look at the thing, when it popped back up and barked at him, making him jump and aim his gun again. Barked? Much like Dog. It was back to panting at him, staring with dewy eyes, and Mike shut his eyes for a second, then flicked them back up. They were green now and so was his vision. A light green box locked onto the thing and info in the same shade of green appeared beside it.

SPECIES: PUPPY (BABY FORM OF DOG) WEIGHT: 7 LBS HEIGHT: 6.15 INCHES (AT THE SHOULDER) THREAT?: NO. WHY??: TOO SMALL. TOO WEAK. TOO FRAGILE.

Mike stared for a moment, flicking his vision back to normal, then his left arm reconstructed itself into his normal hand. Not a threat, shouldn’t waste time pointing guns at it. Little thing was still just staring at him, panting away like it did, and Mike tilted his head. If it was a baby, it clearly couldn’t take care of itself. Where were its parents? Somebody had written the sign, so somebody had had the idea of leaving it here. He knew Radio Guy would disapprove. Mike stared at the thing as it yipped at him, then he reached down and held out his right hand. The puppy, as it was called, sniffled at his fingers as they neared it, interested by the material he was made of, then he brought that hand around the back of its head and pinched the skin on the back of its neck. The thing stopped moving and he picked it up, setting it down on the floor in front of his feet. There was more tan fur on its feet and its black-furred tail wagged so hard its rear wriggled as it bowed to him. Mike had seen Dog do that before. The puppy approached him and took hold of his trouser leg in its mouth, pulling and growling and twisting the material. Was it attacking?! Mike got his gun back out, “DANGER, DANGER!” This couldn’t be right. His scanner had said it wasn’t a threat. How strange… Puppy released him and stepped back, bowing again, apparently not even fazed by him pointing his gun at it. It yipped again, tail still wagging madly, and Mike stared down at it. It hadn’t seemed like it intended to hurt him at all…it hadn’t been attacking, more like…playing. Complete unfazed by his weapon, and by him - it was completely astounding. Much like Dog. The synthetic looked around. Nobody around to own the puppy, nobody around to notice him. Mike reconstructed his arm again, thought for a moment, then bent down and lifted Puppy into his hands. It didn’t react much, just let him tuck his hands underneath its front legs and lift it. Its back paws kicked lightly, trying to find something to put them on, but found nothing and were content to just hang there. Mike brought it up to his face and glowing blue eyes looked into dewy brown ones, looking for a purpose, analysing for whatever this creature might want, wanting to know its motives…and then Puppy leaned forward and licked at his face. Mike didn’t react, not even as Puppy licked over his eyes and nose and mouth, just still intently staring at it. Puppy was quite happy to cover him in kisses, front paws coming to rest on either side of his neck to push itself toward him in order to lick better. Once it was finished and satisfied with how much it had kissed him, it leaned away to yap, panting and smiling widely. How…cute. It didn’t mind him at all. Where humans had scoffed and insulted him, Puppy merely kissed and played. It could definitely tell the difference between synth and human, the way it had sniffed at him, and it…hadn’t minded him… Mike looked around again. Whoever had left this thing here had no intention of keeping it, obviously, and it was the only one left of its litter, the others having been taken already. Mike lifted up the puppy to inspect it for injuries; his scanner hadn’t picked up any before, but it was nice to double check. Oh, and it was a girl. How long had she been here? She was cold and clearly hadn’t eaten for a bit. Mike’s brow furrowed. Dog wouldn’t be treated this way; Puppy definitely shouldn’t because she was Puppy. She could’ve died whilst she was still Puppy. Before she was Dog. Puppy leaned forward and licked him again and Mike stared as he thought about this. Then he smiled.

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Mort yawned slightly, urging to keep his eyes open as he stood upon the lookout at their base, eyes peeled for any dangers. He wasn’t like Mike, he didn’t have any scanners to find danger for him, only his eyes and they had to open to work. Still, tricky to do that when you were tired. He rubbed his eyes with his one hand and did his best to keep a lookout for anything suspicious, it was his turn after all. Fritz was in his workshop or something and Maynard was probably with him. Mort tended not to go back there (unless Fritz was tending to Mike; to, y’know, keep an eye on things), so he had no idea what Fritz was doing. He wished he could come out here and take over lookout duty, though; he was tired as hell. Mort’s eyes began to slip closed again when he noticed a figure in the distance. He jolted, alarmed and scared for any threats, then squinted. God, he wished they had some kind of telescope or something. He squinted hard, one hand horizontally pressed to his brow, and even leaned over the side of the lookout tower in order to try and see better. Well…that looked a lot like… “M-Mike!” Mort exclaimed, relief filling him, and he rushed down the steps of the lookout tower. “M-M-Mike’s back! He’s back!” He ran over to the gates of their base to open them up, watching as the figure got closer and closer. Behind him, Fritz and Maynard made their appearances, the other White twin frowning deeply and folding his arms, none too happy with the reappearance of that thing, whilst Fritz was grinning wide. The two came to stand by Mort, Fritz squinting to see Mike. “He’s got a box with ‘im. Fuck, he musta found a ton of stuff!” He turned to Maynard, smiling smugly, “And you don’t wanna keep the synth~” “I don’t.” “I know, but check him out! Finding boxes of supplies. We can’t do that.” Maynard grunted. He totally could! Fucking synth got lucky. Mike approached them all, smiling widely, and Mort was the first to step forward, “O-O-Oh, M-Mike, good job! Y-You got so much - What is that?” The question was flat, sort of more of a statement than a question, and Mort’s smile fell when he managed to look into the box, only to find a German Shepherd puppy panting at him, gently wrapped in a blanket. Mike was still smiling; he had been since he’d decided to take Puppy home. “This is Puppy. She’s a baby form of Dog and I’ll own her now.” “I-I - M-Mike, y-you can’t just b-buy a dog…!” “She is Puppy and she was free.” Mort’s hand rose up to his mouth, “O-Oh, my God, M-Mike, did you r-rob somebody?!” “I don’t think so.” Mike replied, smile still on his face. “O-Oh, my God…” “Oh, hey, look.” Fritz said, leaning over to see what was in the box. “German Shepherd.” “Puppy.” “Same thing.” “No, it isn’t.” Maynard pushed Fritz aside to see the thing. Admittedly, yes, it was very cute, but - “He disappears for two days and he brings back a dog?” “Puppy.” Mike corrected, pulling the box away from Maynard. Heavens know he doesn’t trust him with Puppy, much like Maynard doesn’t trust Mike with Radio Guy. Maynard frowned at him, narrowing his eyes, then looked at Mort and gestured to him. Oh, yes, this thing Mort had found was very useful, wasn’t it?! Bringing back stray dogs instead of actual supplies! Thank fuck Mort had found the synth, right?! They never would’ve had two dogs at their base! Jesus Christ… Mort looked at Maynard, chuckling nervously, “Uh…e-e-extra protection? D-D-Defence?” Maynard glared and Mort turned away to ignore that look. Behind them, barking filled the air as Caboose came bounding out of the truck stop to see what all the hullabaloo was about, immediately running to Mike and bouncing up at him, both excited to see him and curious of the box. “E-E-Easy, C-Caboose…” Mort muttered, but Mike paid no mind. “Hello, Dog!” Mike said loudly, then put the box on the ground and picked Puppy from it. He shoved her in Caboose’s face, the larger dog taking a step back, “This is Puppy. She’s a baby form of you, so I think you’ll get along great!” Caboose was immediately sniffing at her, pressing his nose into her fur to familiarise himself with her, and she stuck out her muzzle to try and sniff him back, tiny paws gently kicking in the air in an attempt at pushing her toward him. She yipped at him, which Mike supposed was a greeting, then Caboose let out a low bark and started bouncing about in excitement, turning around in circles and bowing his front to ask Puppy to play with him. Mort held out a hand, petting Caboose gently to try and calm him, “N-No, C-C-Caboose, y-you’re too big to play with her. B-Be nice, sh-she’s too small right now…” Caboose took the command to heart, but couldn’t contain his excitement beyond practically dancing in the dirt, paws padding at the soil beneath him. Mike held Puppy closer to himself as the tiny thing squirmed, eager to begin a game, and Mort reached out to gently pet her. “Sh-She’s a-awfully cute, M-Mike. W-Where did you f-find her?” “Diamond City. In a box. This box.” Mort faltered. He’d gone to Diamond City on his own? God, they…they didn’t like him going into towns and such on his own. Mike was bad in crowds and some people were bad with synths, which would only prompt Mike to classify them as threats and - oh, God, Mort could imagine the chaos that would cause. “M-Mike -” “Puppy is cold and hungry.” Mike said, staring at Mort firmly now, “She needs to eat and sleep.” “O-Oh. Um. R-Right, uh, here, let me just…” Mort went to take her from the synthetic, but Mike pulled her away and held her out of Mort’s reach. Mort flinched; Mike was…Was he glaring at him? “I’ll do it.” Mike insisted. “��U-U-Uh…O-Okay…Y-You ne-need to give her w-water, sh-she’s probably th-thirsty…a-and we’ll need to make food for her, sh-she’s too small to eat w-what Caboose eats…” Mort rubbed his cheek thoughtfully, looking away as he mentally made plans for the puppy. They’d never expected to get a puppy, much less a dog or a synth. Their camp was wild. Mike passed by him, putting Puppy in her box and carrying her into the truck stop, followed quickly by Caboose, who was eager to see the new canine about the place. Fritz chuckled, shook his head and went to follow, when Mort grabbed his arm, “U-Uh, F-Fritz…” “Yeeeesss?” Fritz asked casually, taking a toothpick from his pocket and putting it between his teeth to chew on. “Uh…is t-that…n-normal for s-s-synths?” “What? Pets?” “Mm-hm…” “Pfft.” Fritz shrugged, “You’re acting like they’re mindless robots. Jesus, Mort, synths like things. All the time! Nothing weird about him grabbing a stray.” “N-N-No, I mean…for him.” “Oh, FazTech’s?” Mort nodded. “Fuck if I know. You’re asking about a brand of synth that hasn’t been seen or heard from in years. I mean…” Fritz scratched his head, “FazTech didn’t make them with personalities, just…security things. Scanners, inner weapons, ability to use guns and shit - that kind of crap. The only reason they look like us is cause people thought customers would feel better having a…‘person’ taking care of them. Weren’t supposed to make friends, so they just…don’t have personalities. Mike rarely gets opinions on things, but if he went as far as to get a pet for himself…” Fritz trailed off, hand to his chin, then he chuckled and shook his head. He turned to Mort, who looked confused, and grinned, “You know what this means? He’s adapting. He’s fucking learning. How fucking cool is that?!” He laughed and shook his head again, “FazTech don’t realise how well they had it. Damn, I wish these things were still around. See, this is why I just wanna…take him apart. See how he ticks.” “Y-You’re not taking Mike apart.” Mort said firmly. Fritz whipped around to him, brow furrowing, “Oh, c’mon, please?! I have to learn how he works! Please?!” “N-No.” “Mort! Please?! He’s a goddamn antique! Practically a fuckin’ Wonder of the World! Please?!” “No.” Mort frowned. “N-Nobody’s taking Mike apart.” “Damn…” Maynard muttered. Fritz whined and Mort passed him to find Mike. The synth sat at a booth, pouring water from a bottle into an old bowl, which he then placed before Puppy on the table. “Drink, Puppy.” He gave her a gentle shove toward it. Puppy didn’t need telling twice; she leapt forward and lapped at the water greedily. Clearly, she hadn’t drank anything in a while. Poor thing…Mike idly pet her fur as she drank. Mort’s heart squeezed and he gave the synth a sympathetic look, approaching the scene slowly. Caboose, who sat at Mike’s ankles, turned to look at him, then looked back to Mike, eager to watch Puppy’s first steps in their home. Mort cleared his throat slightly and Mike’s head immediately turned to look; Puppy took no notice. “Uh…M-M-Mike, y-you’ll need to g-give her a name…” “Puppy.” “N-No, that’s…that’s what she is. L-Like…Caboose is called ‘Caboose’.” He pointed to the large, black dog, prompting Mike to look at him. “Dog.” “W-Well, y-yeah, that’s what he is, but…he has a name. S-So does, uh, ‘Puppy’.” Mike looked at her, squinting as he thought about it, then he looked down at the box. Must be some kind of indication of a name, perhaps. He reached down and picked up the blanket, turning it over in his hands, then looked down into the box again. Paper lined the bottom, old posters and pages of books, it seemed. Mike reached down and grabbed a page, eyes quickly scanning words, then pointed at one, “This will be her name.” Mort tilted his head, smiling hopefully, “Paige? T-That’s cute…” “No.” Mike rapidly pointed at the word. Mort approached, squinting to read it, “…L-Lucifer? O-Oh, M-Mike, no, you can’t name her that.” “I will.” “M-Mike, that’s - it’s the name of the -” “Her name is Lucifer.” “T-That’s a boy’s name -” “Lucifer.” “Y-You can’t -” “I can and I will.” “M-Mike, p-please, don’t -” “I have made my decision, Radio Guy.” Mike turned from him, facing the table again, and slammed the page on top. Puppy - Lucifer yelped and Mike put a hand on her to soothe her, then he placed his hands on the table’s surface and intertwined his fingers. He was frowning darkly; clearly, the conversation was over. Mort rubbed the back of his neck. Oh, God, he was naming it Lucifer. Well, he supposed they could…shorten that to Lucy…around other people…oh, boy… Maynard and Fritz stepped in, the White twin glaring at the synth. Mike ignored him. “Okay, fine. Keep the dog.” Maynard said, stepping up to the synth. Mike still ignored him. “But - please, tell me you didn’t just grab a stray dog and come home. Please, tell me you picked up actual supplies whilst you were out. You were out for two days, you should‘ve picked up something.” Mike ignored him for a moment, then he lit up, “I did!” “Oh, thank God…” Maynard muttered and Mike got his rucksack off of his back, slinging it onto the seat beside him and opening it up. Maynard leaned forward to try and see and Mike whipped around, holding out his supplies. “Treasure, Radio Guy, treasure!” In his hands was a pale blue telephone, something that Mort was well-known for collecting. Honestly, you could’ve called him the Phone Guy! There was a loud slap as Maynard face palmed. Fucking synth.