#madness combat reader insert

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

Auditor, Phobos, 2BDamned and Sanford with a reader that overworks themselves. Prioritizing work over mental and physical health, pushing themselves to their breaking point, skipping meals and only getting a few hours of sleep. I just need these four in particular to tell me to take care of myself and care about me argggh

Overworked reader

Audi, Phobos, Doc, Sanford

CW: bit of a mental spiral on San's end, ends well tho.

Burnouts a bitch man, don't wear yourself thin over shit, y'hear?

Auditor

"Are the chef's meals not to your liking?" You nearly jumped out of your seat when Auditor's ghostly whisper filled your ear. Casting your aching, tired eyes from your paperwork at the once hot meal, still arranged with care on the plate, completely untouched from the moment it left the kitchen.

"Oh, no. Of course not. They're good, don't worry." You offered him a weak smile. "I'll have it later, I just need to finish this up." Audi's eyes narrowed as you gestured meekly to your desk, piled high with reports, cloning records, casualty tallies, and other such boring admin work.

"It's cold." He grumbled, spinning your chair to face him, hands on his hips. "You're going to really hurt yourself and burn out if you keep pulling these awkward hours. Don't think I haven't noticed you slipping from our bed to come back to this. Did you forget how light a sleeper I am?"

Audi's stern demeanour dropped as your features fell, already feeling low because of how your body was struggling, now having your boss/lover add to that. "I just need to be able to keep up with you. What use am I really if I can't handle a fraction of the work you do?"

His hand rested under your chin, thumb delicately stroking your cheek. "You could never keep up with me, my flame, I was made to handle this. You're just a delicate mortal, you do more than enough without stressing yourself trying to level with me. Allow me to finish this later, mea vita, you are going to get a hot, fresh meal while I draw a bath for us, and after you will get the rest your body needs. That's an order, from your employer, understood?"

"Yes, but-"

He cut you off. "No 'ifs, ands, or buts,' You are going to hurt yourself, and I refuse to allow anyone to hurt you, even self inflicted pain. I, as your partner and boss, will clear this burden for you. When I asked for your best, I meant the best you can consistently handle, not this. You're not yourself, and I command you seek out that old self that I fell for and bring them back to me instantly."

Phobos

Being the director's lover had essentially no downsides, nobody spoke a bad word around you, people helped you far more than before, not to mention the adoration of the most powerful figure in the physical realm. However, that same man would often breathe down your neck, commanding you to stay by his side constantly.

Phobos relished in you, watching you, listening to you, being around you. He wished to be adored equally in return, however your work proved to be a distraction from him. He was... a tad obsessive, but how could he not be? He's a god, it was only right you'd devote yourself to him and him alone.

"Leave that alone will you? Your god requires your attention." A large clawed hand rested on your shoulder, the other pulling down his bandages from his mouth. "Your recent neglect of me is not going unnoticed, dear."

You rubbed your aching eyes, staring at a computer screen all day and most of the night irritated them. "I'm sorry Bo, but there's a lot of work that needs reviewing, I've got weeks of backlog to go through, and Christoff, Crackpot and Gonne have all submitted new reports today with pages and pages of intel to go through."

His hands wrapped around your middle, he lifted you up and took your place on the chair, resting you in his far more comfortable lap. "Bah, they're not worthy of your time. I'll command someone else to do it, the short fat one, whatever his name is. He enjoys paperwork and the like."

"Hofnarr is no doubt as swamped as I am." He took your face in one of his hands, his cracked and damaged lips pressing against your cheek.

"Someone else then, if it pleases you. Whatever it takes for you to spend time with me." You leaned into him, your back pressing against his chest, and he emitted a deep purr. "I am a god amongst men, dear, I don't beg for what I desire. I take it. And yet I allow you this honour. So please..."

Your stomach rumbled against his hand. "Harumph! Neglecting yourself as much as you've neglected me?! How dare you, enough is enough. I command you take care of yourself!" Phobos picked you up with ease, holding you level to his eye. To anyone else, he'd be holding them by their collar, or neck to meet his gaze, but with you, he was softer. A hand under your rump and the other on your back, supporting your weight comfortably.

"You are the lover of a god, think how pitiful it would look if I can't even take care of my equal? You stand above others, the right hand of my throne. Your duties have changed, lesser beings will take charge of them. Your only priorities are yourself and me, and the family we will create." Phobos snapped his fingers, and one of the guards at the door came forward.

"See to it that the chefs prepare your God's favourites, find someone to take their duties on and allow them to be truly indulged as they should be." Phobos looked back to you, his eye narrowing. "I will tear this world asunder for you, and build it up as you desire. I will give you anything your heart pines for, never again shall you be run ragged like this."

Phobos was self assured, a god of the highest order, surrounded by weaker, lesser beings. And yet here he was, begging at your altar. He wished you'd devote yourself equally to worshipping you as he did, and he would make damn sure that happened.

2BDamned

3 AM. Doc was in the kitchen, boiling some water over the stove. Hank has smashed the coffee maker earlier in the day, said he'd accidentally dropped the thing, yet couldn't explain the crowbar in his hands. Doc gritted his teeth, damn Wimbleton, making his hard job harder with their stupid thoughtless actions.

He had no doubt the fool had burned themselves on the machine and gone overboard against the poor helpless thing in revenge. Now here he stood, using the stove to make both his coffee and his snack. Instant noodles, his saving grace in the world. Easy to prepare, quick to eat, and filling.

With bleary, tired eyes, you wandered into the dim kitchen, hearing Doc grumbling to himself about 'Getting that moron to find another working machine or he'll have his spine inserted upside down next time.'

"Hey sweetheart." Yawning and setting your tablet down, you wrapped your arms around his midriff and leaned your face into his back. One hand pulled way from the stove, running down your arm before resting atop your hand, feeling the ring around your finger.

"You should be asleep, love." Doc murmured, his animosity towards Hank gone in the wind. You inhaled deeply, basking in his familiar scent.

"I could say the same to you, Kyle." He let out a soft 'Hm.', agreeing without agreeing. You were right, of course. "Debugging with Dei was going well, till he nodded off. San came by on one of his usual bathroom breaks and picked him up."

Doc poured the water into his noodle cup. "You want some coffee?" He took your favourite mug out of the cupboard.

"I thought you wanted me to sleep." You teased tiredly.

"You're my spouse. I know you well enough to know that's not gonna happen anytime soon, even if I would like it if you did." He tossed some powdered milk into the cups along with the beans. "We don't have any sugar left I'm afraid, or sweetener. It's become so scarce these days. Ration packages can't even supply a tiny packet anymore."

"I can get sugar anytime I've got you around." Doc smiled and turned off the hob, turning around to pull you into his arms. "Can I get some now?"

As far as you two were concerned, nothing else existed, everything except what was in both your arms was null and void. He tilted his head down slightly, lips catching yours softly. Butterflies fluttered in your tummy, they flared up every time your husband kissed you.

You rested your head on his chest, it was rare you two had a truly private moment together, as much as you both tried. Being enemies of the state was hard work, who'd have thought?

"You should really lay down dear." Your eyes fluttered open, and you looked up to him. You hadn't even realised you'd started dozing off in his arms.

"No, I've got work to do." You yawned, and Doc chuckled softly.

"You're really stubborn sometimes, you know that?" He picked up both coffees and his noodles. "Tell you what, grab your tablet and we can get cosy in bed together. Work can wait until later, I think we've overdue some private couple time."

Nestled in the crook of Doc's arm felt like the safest place in the world, even with coffee in your system, you couldn't help but fall asleep with him. Trust and love deep rooted, he was your sanctuary.

And damn it, he was going to get you into a healthier sleep routine.

Sanford

It'd been a couple weeks since you'd seen Ford, Doc had sent him off on recon work with Deimos and a splinter group from a faction allied with the SQ, they'd been on the other side of Nevada having heard whispering of something dangerous settling out there.

Two weeks of silence left you anxious, pacing around often, skipping meals and staying up into the early hours of the morning. Longing makes the heart sick, and a sick heart makes the body weak.

The only think you could do to keep your mind occupied was cleaning out the gun stash, checking over the stocked rounds repeatedly, despite the numbers never changing, cleaning already dirt and grime free steel.

A scrubbing brush in hand, you scraped at one of the many swords Hank had salvaged, violently jolting the bristles back and forth over either rust, or really crusted on blood just above the hilt.

Doc usually kept you in the loop of long jobs, sometimes you'd even be in walkie talkie range of your partner and could hear his voice. He could be hurt, he could be dead, you'd be none the wiser, and that was maddening.

Of course you weren't needy and dependant on him, that'd be too much, but just a sign he was okay would've been enough to give you peace of mind. It's the not knowing that drove you to dark places.

Bang!

You jumped in your seat as the front door slammed. "Baby, you here? I'm back." Dropping the blade, you got to you feet and rushed to the door.

"Sanford, you're okay?!" You leaped into his arms, and he caught you easily. Oh sweet security, your world had come home to you safely.

"Yeah babe," San leaned back slightly to get a good look at you, his loving gaze turning to concern. "uh, hope you don't mind me sayin' doll/stud, but you look like hell." His hands brushed over your hair. "...When did you last shower?"

Suddenly you felt rather embarrassed, it'd been a.... couple days at least. Probably about a week since you'd stopped properly taking care of yourself. Swapping meals out for multiple junk snacks, a fucked up sleeping schedule consisting of occasional naps but mostly anxious pacing and activity.

"Uhm..." That was an answer enough for him.

"Baby," Sanford rubbed his cheek, clearing off some dust from his face. "you need to take care of yourself." He sighed and took off his sunglasses. "Have you even been eating properly?"

You didn't meet his gaze. "Okay. Tell you what," He took off his dirty tank top and tossed it aside. "I'll pull out something from the freezer, shove it in the oven while we get a nice shower, and then we can eat and get some rest." Just being near him, hearing his melodic voice again was enough to bring you to a sense of normalcy.

Sanford was fine, he was alive, he was here.

"Things have just been a bit... off without you." You sighed, clinging to his frame, almost afraid if you let him go, he'd run off for another two weeks, or longer. "Sorry, it's just been a lot to deal with, not knowing where you were, if you were safe... It's been hard."

"I get it. I do, I really do," Sanford had his own experiences with deep depression, despite being the large stoic type, the horrors of war, what he and his friends had to do to get an advantage against everything haunted him. "fight, flight, freeze is a real thing, but you can't just shut down baby. You gotta keep fightin, keep yourself in good shape 'cause it's a scary world out there."

"I know. It's easier said than done though." Sanford pulled out a tray of his legendary frozen mac n cheese, you hadn't checked the freezer since he'd left, otherwise that would've been long gone. You didn't know how he did it, but it was godly each time he made it.

"I get that." He shoved the tray into the oven, flicking switches to heat up the frozen dish. "You gotta change how you think, baby." You watched him take off his bandanna, revealing his hair. Or lack thereof.

"You shaved your head?" Usually he'd grow out his hair, style it into long locs and keep them tied back and under his bandanna, but once in a blue moon he'd get bored of maintaining them, and shave it off to start again.

Sanford ran a hand over his scalp, feeling the small curls starting to reappear. "Yeah, easier than trying to keep it clean out there. Dusty as hell." His hands came to rest on your shoulders, turning you to the bathroom. "No bother, I've got your hair to care for now. I'mma spoil you rotten."

Years of caring for his baby siblings had taught the beefcake that just telling someone what to do usually didn't help, but doing it along side them helped solidify the action. He'd help you get cleaned up, get back to eating proper food and getting proper sleep.

He needed to fall into the routine too, sleeping rough in trucks was a pain in his back, and access to his comfy old bed would do him wonders to getting decent sleep again. A full belly and his favourite person in the entire world cuddling into his pecs definitely helped too.

Yes, he needed this just as much as you did.

[nevadabloodnotes]

Aa just found this page! Do you write for Project Nexus characters? If so could you do some fluffy/slightly suggestive hcs with Chopper Dave? If not it can be for 2Bdamned!

Sure Do, and it's about time we give the Chopper Dave fans some food, so enjoy! ~Mod Deimos.

Chopper Dave Fluff/Slightly Suggestive Headcanons

You've known the British pilot for quite a while now, you don't know what it was that made you confess to him in the first place. That thick accent, his little quips as he lifted off the helipad, the fact he can take over 10 shots of hard whiskey and still be able to fly? You just couldn't pinpoint one thing that him so special to you, that's how much he meant to you.

Whenever he isn't taking the team out to their latest mission, he likes to just sit with you and chat for ages, sometimes he just lays back against you and lets you do little braids in his hair while he tells some bizarre story from when he was still living in the UK.

Speaking of his heritage, he absolutely loves to show you photos of his favorite places from there, most of them being either beautiful ponds or one of the many pubs he frequented with his friends.

You like to joke with him a lot about English slang and make light fun of his thick British accent. "Oi, its Chewsday innit?" Normally he would frown upon it, but somehow you made it comedic and friendly and you tend to get a chuckle out of him whenever you do it.

Dave is all-for PDA and will not shy away from battering you with smooches and all the lovey-dovey actions just to let everyone know that you're his and he's yours, he'll even tease about how flustered you get whenever he's barraging you with his very passionate love.

Whenever you two are alone, whether it be in the chopper waiting for the team to finish a mission or just hanging out in your shared room, he'll sneak a hand onto your thighs and give you a sensual gaze, othertimes he'll give you a hickie for the hell of it just for the sole fact you'd wear one of your tight-fitting turtlenecks the next day.

At end of the day when everyone is going to sleep, Dave loves to spoon you, the feeling of you right up against him helps him sleep way better than did before you joined their agency. With you, hearing his steady heartbeat lulls you to sleep so quickly. With a gentle kiss to your cheek, both of you sleep soundly through the night.

[slimmestslime]

hi

[madnesshyperfixation]

Requests Open!

Hey, first time doing this so I’m very sorry if some asks come out weird or janky, I also cannot promise consistency due to being on the spectrum with a lot of comorbid conditions magnifying to it, but I will try to at least post once a week. Firstly, here's a list of the Fandoms/Communities I'm currently interested in, the one at the top is my current hyperfixation and has the highest chance of getting answered if sent Asks. Any Fandom/Community that aren't in the number one spot are not being focused on at the moment but are still open to be sent asks for.

Forsaken (Roblox)

Madness Combat

FNAF

Undertale/Deltarune

Hollow Knight

TF2

Now here are the rules.

Rules/Info

I can deny and ignore asks/requests if they violate any rules so don’t come bitching if you blatantly disregarded the rules 

Be as specific as you want with the asks, I love details and will do better if there’s more details.

My messages are open but please keep it to asking me if a request went through and didn't get eaten by Tumblr, along with if some settings seem off.

Send as many Requests as you want if you're afraid of Tumblr eating an ask.

I will likely go back and edit past headcanons to add more headcanons or fix any bad grammar or punctuation errors I notice post upload.

Ask Settings 

When you ask you must explicitly say if you want x reader or not.

Unless otherwise specified the reader will be gender neutral and go by, They/Them 

Reader's personality can be specified if asked 

I do up to 4 Characters per ask but I will add a bonus if there's alternate options i've thought of or they have shared traits that would be easier to list below in another small section

Anonymous is on! But please use it appropriately! I will make an Anon list if there's enough to warrant a list.

Wills 

I will to spicy and suggestive things, just don’t expect a masterpiece since I’m not sure of my spicy skills yet. 

I will do Yandere, but I’m not sure of my skills yet so I’m very sorry if it comes out weird. 

I will do concepts/situations, but you will have to specific if it’s romantic or platonic. 

I will do ships! Gotta love dem ships 

You can absolutely ask for rare pairs, I’ll do my best to try and portray them as best I can.

Yes, I will write for obscure and under loved characters from the series!

Genderbend (Will need to specify if I have multiple interpretations or if you want a specific creators interpretation) 

I will do gore and blood, you just have to specify how much. 

I will do AU’s so if you wanna ask about AU’s I’d love to indulge. (Ex. Madness Combat but what if they were Demon Slayers, Forsaken but with Wings etc.) But for the sake of me not burning out I'm not delving too deeply into fully developing the AU's suggested, besides, it’ll let you guys imagine something more complex. 

Won’t 

Rape, I don’t believe I have the right nor does it seem appropriate. 

Some mental disorders due to me not feeling that I will write them properly and end up butchering them or I am simply not comfortable with it, these will be listed below for the sake of organization. 

Literally anything regarding sexualization of kids, go and fuck off if you even think of suggesting that ever. 

Sadly I do not do OC’s I feel I would butcher your lovely OCs into the ground.

Mental Disorder Wills and Won’ts 

Will  Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD), Autism, Anxiety Disorders, Tourette’s Syndrome, Sleeping Disorders 

Won’t  Bipolar Disorder (BPD), Eating Disorders, Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), Schizophrenia, Anything regarding Suicide,  

[ero-heart]

Deimos x reader but reader is an agent from some agency called Los Muertos that are in Mexico and they hunt down criminals but only does that escaped from mexico.

So deimos find his recruiter being brutally murdered by you as you done your mission and walk away but deimos grabs and tries to stop you and your like "señor déjeme ir no tengo tiempo para esto" or "señor por favor déjeme ir" and deimos doesn't let go so you just drag him with you.

(I'm not good with Spanish)

Reader is basically hank but if they were an agent

This took so long to make I had no idea how this could be done,, I am sorry if it’s not of your expectations!

Cw: violence, some gore, guns and cigarettes

GOTCHA!

(Deimos x Los Muertos Agency Reader)

(Platonic/Romantic) (mostly platonic)

“Haha! Nice! Now all we gotta do is-“

Deimos stared at his coworker’s lifeless body beside him, steam dancing from the hole on his neck from a bullet, definitely work of a silent firearm, given that no sound could be heard on the half second that he looked away from the recruit. Deimos frustratingly threw his equipment on the ground and cursed, he had fucked up. He couldn’t guide the newbie if he was *dead*. What will Doc say this time? He couldn’t get away with this forever, but no matter how much he made sure the coast was clear something ALWAYS happened to stack up the death count of newbies under Deimos’s watch. He looked around the roof to see if he could find the perpetrador, the coast was clear, he directed his gaze to the other buildings around him. What he found was a thin veil of smoke coming from behind the entrance hatch of another rooftop, lightly blown by the wind.

“Pff there you are..”

Deimos was keen on avenging himself for being screwed like this, uh? Yea his coworker too. Stalking behind a wall, Deimos had to come up with a way to get to the other building without being noticed and as quick as possible, before the stranger dashed off somewhere else. Noticing a very convenient bridge made of wood planks leading to his wished destination.

You had taken a smoking break after a long day of hunting and eliminating. It had taken three days to arrive at this corrupted town to finish your target, a fugitive that had heavily screwed your agency by leaking important data to the enemy, apparently he was on the midst of integrating on another group, well too bad, Los Muertos never left debts unpaid. You we’re tired, just the thought of sitting on the subway for three more days was exhausting and you were considering renting a motel room to spend the night, there should be one around the block actually if your memory is correct. Dropping the butt of the cigarette to the ground, you were ready to leave when you heard the cock of a gun, looking to your side, you were met with the muzzle of a ar-15. You sighed, looking at the other problem you had to deal with. Baggy clothes, slicked back hair covered with bandages and a cap, patchy beard growing along his face, this man was unkempt. He had a mustache growing from the corners of his mouth, reminded you of some of your coworkers. The stranger glared at you, not loosening his grip on the firearm.

“There you are you- you newbie killer!”

Deimos was definitely stressed, not having his cigarette break yet and it was starting to get to him. His target looked unsurprised by his presence, keeping perfect posture as they turned to face him. They reminded Deimos of AAHW agents, suit, tie, and all, only difference was the colorful embroidery on the dark suit of mythological sanguinary creatures, along with a detailed face paint resemblant of a skull, they also wore a fedora, shading most of their face features. The mysterious person looks Deimos up and down before speaking:

“Escucha no tengo tiempo para esto, amigo. Baja el arma.”

Deimos understood nothing the stranger said, staring at them confusedly while trying to decipher what those words could have meant.

“What?”

You realized that this man might have nothing in terms of knowledge about your language, which is bad because you knew barely nothing about his language as well. You both were unprepared for a situation like this. You couldn’t have expected for him to pull the trigger due to your lack of an answer, chuckling upon realizing that it had no bullets.

Deimos frustratingly threw the gun to the ground in a fit, cursing and grabbing on his hair. The stranger just laughed at him more before they started walking towards the exit.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Where do you think you’re going? I ain’t done with you yet!”

Deimos jumped and wrapped his arms around their neck, making both fall onto the floor. The stranger tried their best to wrestle their way out of it but Deimos kept persistent. Sitting on their back, he pushed their shoulders to the ground with as much force he could master, he panted heavily, the amount of activity taking a toll on his lungs.

You felt yourself get anxious, normally you would stay calm in a situation like this but the lack of nicotine was making your hands tremble. You moved them towards your pant pocket, barely pulling the cigarettes out before the man slammed your shoulders harder onto the concrete.

“You stay there!”

“¿Ni siquiera puedo fumar en paz? Perro apestoso..”

You tried to take the cigarettes again as the man noticed what you were reaching for, he suddenly got quiet and did nothing as you, with some difficulty, opened the box and picked one stick with your mouth. You managed to grab the lighter from the same pocket, flicking it as the man spoke:

“Uhh.. are those cigarettes?”

You ignored him as you took a drag of the drug.

“Hey uhm, I can.. uh.. If you give me one of those I may let you live!”

Seeing you ignored him again, he just grabbed your own cigarette from your mouth, loosening his pressure on you as he put it between his own lips. You watched as he breathed the smoke in, then out. Mostly confused (yet relieved) that apparently this guy just needed a cigar to get off of your back, looking up at him looking at the distance, to the bright city that illuminated the two of you, he grumbled something you couldn’t understand, you just knew that there were some swear words sprinkled here and there. He still did not get off of you, you were stuck with this weirdo while he got on his smoke break.

“¿…Puedes darme un..?”

Might as well continue your smoke break along with the man.

I hope this was enjoyable lol I am not really satisfied with my writing but nothing practice can fix it! Hope everyone if safe and sound 🩷

[eagle-eyes-sideblog]

That Medical Anomaly

Summary

An AU where the reader is the subject of a secretive experiment that leaves them the perfect Player... among other things.

Possible triggering themes for this AU/story include medical trauma, descriptions of chronic illness, ableism, depression, and death. If I've handled anything insensitively, please let me know.

A more 'formal' introduction, along with rambling about my thought process, under the cut.

Self Aware MadCom belongs to @saltymongoose. The concept is really interesting to me, even aside from the xreader stuff (although it's definitely also that lmao). So I thought I might explore that a bit with a concept that's already been floating around my head for a bit. The world that the reader is from is deliberately left a bit vague, but it's sort of magical realism. Most relevant to this AU: there are things like doctors and computers existing alongside curses and other magical ailments.

Also, this doesn't really include much MadCom or SAMAU... Well, no interactions with the characters, anyways. It's mostly just an introduction to my ideas for this AU, so it describes more of what your life was like beforehand and how you found the series. Do also note that I've never played either M:PN game, so there might be some inaccuracies.

All that being said... enjoy!

~~~

You, along with several others, were the subject of an experiment when you were a teenager. It was so secretive, you were never even given the details of why it had been conducted. That, or you had forgotten, given that one of the major side effects of the experiment was memory loss.

The experiment itself was something about deliberately letting specific kinds of contagions into the subject's body. You knew a few of them were fungal, and many were magical in some way, although they were different for every experiment.

Apparently if they chose the right infections for the right subject and 'balanced' them properly with the individual's immune system... they would stabilize. This led to the subject gaining supernatural abilities based on whatever magical infections they had.

Of course, most of the subjects weren't so lucky. The various infections would usually just take their courses; often the combinations would very quickly kill the subject. Those that survived were left with permanent problems ranging from aphasia to compromised immune systems to seizures.

You were their star subject, the one better off than all the rest. The staff made sure to remind you of that every time you complained about anything. "Be grateful," they told you. "At least you can still speak. At least you're still recovering. At least you're still alive." They never said it out loud, but you heard the implication. All of this is only happening because of us.

Bullshit. You were only 'better off' because of sheer dumb luck. Had they succeeded? Maybe. But their idea of success didn't even take you into account.

And their idea of success still left you with problems. Yes, you have sharper senses now, and you can draw energy from more than just food. But you're face-blind, and your hands and feet are numb, and you sometimes hurt so badly that you can't walk.

Not to mention how unethical the experiment itself was. They didn't even study people who already had these conditions; they deliberately induced them. Hell, one of your roommates was six years old! Why they let her participate still bothered you today.

...But it wasn't all bad. You cherished the friends you'd made there, even if you'd lost contact with most of them.

Not just your fellow patients, either. Most of the staff were... annoying at the very least. But a few seemed to actually have your best interests in mind. For example, your favorite nurse, Max, recommended an animated series that might help take your mind off of things when you were in the depths of depression.

You very quickly fell in love with Madness Combat. The simple graphics, where characters were denoted by outfit and style rather than facial features, seemed perfect for you. You grew to adore Hank, Deimos, Sanford, Tricky, and every other character, getting invested in their fights even when nothing else made you happy.

And the episodes were just plain fun to watch. Even when you had issues with your memory, the fight scenes interested you more than enough to make up for it. The community, too, seemed to welcome you, and you came to cherish the friends you made there.

Not only that, but you found a little game on Newgrounds. Although your numb hands made it hard to play, it really did capture the things that made you adore Madcom to begin with. Your favorite nurse approved too; after all, it was an exercise in hand-eye coordination!

Naturally, you were beyond thrilled when Project Nexus came out. By that point, you'd already left the facility. And your memory had recovered enough to get well and truly obsessed with the lore.

You smiled, picking the Tourist difficulty and sitting back to watch the intro cinematic. This was going to be fun.

(Unbeknownst to you, it would also be much, much more than you bargained for.)

[neodracunyan]

SMG5 J. Wimbleton (Madness Combat x SMG5)

Imagine if Y/n aka SMG5 was Hank J. Wimbleton from Madness Combat as he is tasked in assassinating the infamous the Moderator (Dark Y/n) and his group of mercenaries aka the Shadow N.E.X.U.S. Corps as the SMG4/SMG5 crew take place in the world of Madness Combat.

Wonder what the rest of the cast of the SMG5 Series will be in the Madness Combat x SMG5 Series?

[enterrandomname]

Welcome Gn and Male Readers!

Hello there! You may call me Morris. Before making a request, please make sure you had read below. And I do apologize for the grammar.

Fandoms:

Hannibal

Pokemon

The Hunger Games

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

Madness Combat

Star Wars

EPIC

Good Omens

Black Butler

Wii Deleted You

Obey Me

FNF

BATIM

The Arcana

The Hunchback of Notre-Dame

and more…

I will Write:

Platonic

Fluff

Romantic

Headcanons

Gender Neutral Reader

Male Reader

And more that is not labelled underneath..

I will NOT Write:

Rape

Incest

Pedophilia

[talesofsonicasura]

A Funkin Chaotic Neutral

This is probably my first self insert/reader based idea I made. If you haven't known, I'm sorta in the mod based fandom of Friday Night Funkin since mentions are usually dropped in multiple posts to BF, GF and other characters popping up sometimes. Figure why not expand on that?

Anyway, this is basically Reader having the ability to summon or gain the powers from these characters. When you consider the cast whether it be from Newsground in general to other fandoms in general then we all know things are gonna get insane. Although there are implications.

First, these abilities originate from a unique building that houses a more 'direct' version of Friday Night Funkin. It allows Reader to face off various characters in rap battles or directly interact with each version's world. This is very important and here's why.

Reader can gain allies called Rappers' by beating them in these battles. Some are quite difficult to recruit or remain part of the roster so they have to be beaten multiple times. If a battle has hazards then Reader is forced to comply with them. Ex: Instakills such as Expurgation Tricky Flaming Notes if hit or KB's saw blade if not dodged in time.

These characters are split into three categories: Ace, Battle, and Support. Aces are very powerful but Reader can only bring one with them. EX: Convict from Newsground is a deadly killer who has the ability to shapeshift into anyone and gain target's entire active skillset.

Battle are characters that can fight or have combat based abilities. EX: Pico from Newsground is a gun wielder that can dish out powerful blows and is very agile. Support characters can't fight but can offer supportive abilities such as healing. EX: Skinner from Madness Combat is a doctor and has various medical experience to use.

Reader can carry up to three active Rappers and 3 backups should they need to switch. If one dies then it takes at least a day or two for the defeated to become usable. This process can be sped up by rap battling although some characters might get annoyed.

Reader is a chaotic neutral since the Rappers they can recruit are split between heroes, villains to even mercenaries. It also reduces any chance of rap battling to keep some characters from leaving their roster. Some such as Tabi are just like that in general.

Losing a rap battle does have more consequences though. These can vary depending on who their opponents is and the conditions for such a battle. Against every opponent, Reader will take on temporary aspects from Boyfriend.

These include becoming short/chibi like, minor loss in intelligence(the guy is very dumb) and being stuck having to say variations of beep boops. Uncommonly, they could take traits of their most used Rapper than just Boyfriend. Reader gets one every time they lose unless the character is kind enough to not dish out the punishment.

Some characters such as Madness Combat's Agent Torture can kill them. Thankfully, Reader has the ability to retry in a short 10 second time limit just like the game. Some characters only give limited chances and losing all of them is guaranteed death with no retries. It's best to be careful unless you want to lose your soul to Lord X.

Should this happen then the building will lay still until someone else gains ownership. Only one individual can wield the mysterious abilities inside. Passing it down to someone else is possible but this process can't be forced. A mutual agreement with no outside factors or it won't work.

Funnily enough, I do have some ideas on how to use this. Those will be saved for a different post as I don't want to make this too long. If anyone wants to do their own version of this then go ahead. Just mention the post here so everyone else can check it!

That's it for now! Until next time folks, I'll see you later. Enjoy this little song from the One Shot Mania mod, Sacrifice.flp!

[sunflwrapple]

[In life you have two paths who you want to become]

Type A Y/N : I like to do illustrations ☺️💕

Type B Y/N : I like to dissect people, did you know I’m utterly insane ☺️💕

[slimyalienfreak]

Masterlist:

Created a masterlist because I like feeling organised and wanted to do one ~Blaze/Dawn

Madness Combat (Not Writing For ATM) -

- I Want You (Deimos x Blind!Reader)

- Madness Combat Trio Proposal

- Sanford + Deimos With Shy Reader

- Hank With A Bodyguard!Reader

- White Hank And Jebus With A Scenemo!Reader

- 2BDamned With A Reader Who’s The Opposite Of Him

- Cooking For The Main 4

- Deimos NSFW Oneshot (+ 18)

Sonic The Hedgehog -

- Movie!Knuckles Reaction To Having A Crush On You

- Movie!Knuckles Discovering Echidna!Reader After Losing His Tribe Part 1

- Movie!Knuckles Discovering Echidna!Reader After Losing His Tribe Part 2

- Beaten With Love (Knuckles x Reader)

- Amy Rose With A Reader Who Is A Mobian!MMA Fighter Reader

- Tom Wachowski With A Goth Sister

- Movie!Sonic Meeting Mobian!Reader Who Happens To Be A Fan

- Amy Rose Dating An EXE!Reader

- Boom!Shadow Fluff HC’s With Fem!Hedgehog Reader

- Shadow With A Mobian!Reader Who Has An Interest In Death

Super Mario Bros -

- Bowser With A Koopa!Reader That Makes All His Weapons

EXE -

- Needlemouse/Sarah With A Wheelchair User Part 1

- Needlemouse/Sarah With A Wheelchair User Part 2

- Xenophanes With A Reader Who Can’t Feel Pain

- Majin Fluff HC’s

- Fatal Error Sonic With A Computer Virus!Reader Who Has Gained Sentience

- Xenophanes Fluff Headcanons

- Xenophanes Being Friends With A Demon!Reader Part 1

- Xenophanes Being Friends With A Demon!Reader Part 2

- Xenophanes Simping Over Demon!Reader

- Xenophanes And Lord X Fighting For Your Attention

- Xenophanes Finding Out Reader Is A Demon

Horrorbrew -

- MX Taking An Interest In Reader

- Being In A Relationship With MX

- GB Relationship HC’s

- Burning Memory (IHY!Luigi x Reader) (Platonic)

- Being Best Pals With GB And Turmoil

- Relationship HC’s for Secret History Mario

- Devil Mario Relationship HC’s

- Costume Friendship HC’s

- Secret History Mario Possesive/Jealousy HC’s

- Flustering GB + MX

- MX With A Demon!Reader

- Mr Virtual Relationship HC’s

- Going On A Date With Horror Peach

- Devil Mario + MX Smut Alphabet (+18)

- Luigi’s Day Out Mario With A Geeky S/O

- Mr Virtual + Luigi’s Day Out Mario Smut HC’s (+18)

- Secret History Mario Smut HC’s (+18)

- A Surprised Confession (Horror Mario x Reader)

- GB Smut HC’s (+18)

- GB x MX Relationship HC’s

- DJ Hallyboo Relationship HC’s

- Secret History Mario Smut Alphabet (+18)

- Do You Hate Me? (Angst Fic Based Off Of The IHY Creepypasta)

- DJ Hallyboo Smut Alphabet (+18)

Pokepasta -

- Hypno With A Sympathetic Psychic User

FNF -

- Pico With A Punk Rocker/Metalhead Reader

- High And Drunk HC’s With Pico

Regretevator -

- Folly With A Dream Entity!Reader

- Folly HC’s

Dandy’s World -

*insert dial up internet sound effect*

DDLC -

*insert dial up internet sound effect*

Cookie Run Kingdom -

*insert dial up internet sound effect*

AI Bots -

C.AI -

- Yandere Sonic x User

- Yandere Strangled Red x User

- Sonic With Deaf!User

- Bundle Of C.AI Bots

Janitor.AI -

- The Demon Turned Soft (+18) (Xenophanes x Demon!User)

- Cure For Heartbreak (+18) (Mike x User)

- Just One Kiss (+18) (Secret History Mario x Horrorbrew!User)

- A Little Punishment (+18) (Secret History Mario x User)

OC’s -

Horrorbrew -

- Feldeltá Intoduction (Horrorbrew OC) (Outdated)

- Mushroom Kingdom’s Famous Guard Dog (Feldeltá Reference) (Updated)

EXE -

- Sonic & Friends: Project Chernobyl Introduction (Sonic.EXE OC) (Outdated)

- ERROR IN THE SYSTEM: Mary’s Downfall (Part 1) comic

- ERROR IN THE SYSTEM: Mary’s Downfall (Part 2) comic

- ERROR IN THE SYSTEM: Mary’s Downfall (Part 3) comic

- Sonic & Friends: Project Chernobyl (1/4 Character Introductions)

- Sonic & Friends: Project Chernobyl (2/4 Character Introductions)

- Sonic & Friends: Project Chernobyl (3/4 Character Introductions)

- Sonic & Friends: Project Chernobyl (4/4 Character Introductions)

- Chernobyl’s Kids

- Chernobyl Host Evolution

DDLC -

- Tsubaki Body/Info Reference

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

More 2B x Hank x Reader

I am hungry

Polyamory am i right lol

2B x Reader x Hank

CW: Gore, Hank gets fucked up (when don't they tho), mentions of medical bugs

Doc worried when he needed to send you and Hank out, terrified that the implants in your spine would read [TERMINATED] and he'd have to hurry to anchor your souls and forcefully pull you back to the world of the living.

Hank was a loose canon at the best of times, but adding their much smaller, adorable lover into the fray made them go into reckless overdrive. He would do anything, absolutely anything to shield your body from harm. They were used to it, pain was something they'd come to expect and deal with, but any harm to you would cut deeper than any physical wound would ever.

And that lead to your current situation, you posted up on a chair next to Hank's bed as they deliriously slurred their words, high as a kite on whatever Doc had pumped into his system to quell the pain while he was reattaching a severed arm with small, precise sutures.

You hadn't seen it coming, an attack from behind, yet Hank did. In a split second, he thrust his body in the way, assailant's sword cleaving through his arm instead of your spine. Your back still sustained damage, but nothing nearly as terrible as it could've been.

Hank's giant hand squeezed your tiny one, breaking your reflection on the mission, and despite the delirium, they offered a smile. "Tiny.... Hands."

"Screw the mission!" Sanford barked as he lunged into the driver's seat, you and Deimos helping support Hank's weight as you two climbed into the truck bed. "What little we got will have to do, I ain't riskin' an ass whoopin' from Doc 'cause we let you two get fucked up."

Medical stuff was more of San's field, but so was driving, and a quick get-away was needed right now, with two MAGs thundering out of the base towards the vehicle. Deimos took off one of Hank's many, many decorative belts, and used it as a makeshift tourniquet to try and stop them bleeding out all over the truck because he would have to clean it otherwise.

"I can take them-" Hank tried to sit up and throw his missing arm, but you pushed them back down and chastised them.

"Don't be so stupid Hank, the last thing I need is you getting more hurt." And that settled them down.

Sanford had seen to your back once the four of you arrived home, Doc preoccupied with Hank's more severe injury. "Don't think you'll even need stitches Lucky, just a bloody cut that'll need disinfecting and a bandage."

"Can you move your fingers?" Doc spoke up, and Hank raised their reattached arm, slowly wiggling the digits. "Good, keep it clean or you could get an infection, and I really don't want to have to bring out the medical maggots again."

Doc sighed and rested an arm around your shoulders after taking off his bloodied gloves, mindful of your aching back. "You two will be the death of me, I swear." He took off his mask and sighed again, he looked stressed and tired.

"Sorry sweetheart." You kissed his scarred cheek, and he offered a relaxed smile. "I know it's scary sending us out, but I promise Hank and I will keep each other safe, and be more vigilant."

Doc returned the kiss, taking your chin into his hand and meeting your softer lips with his rougher ones. Hank grunted when your kiss lingered too long. "What about MY kiss?" They grumbled while casting their gaze between you two, now sitting upright.

"Alright Hanky, don't get so butthurt." You giggled, both you and Doc going in to showering him with love too.

[nevadabloodnotes]

Hi! Here’s the link to the Happiness Apotheosis wiki for the protagonist Happy Hank/Skittles, https://herofanon.fandom.com/wiki/Protagonist_(Happiness_Apotheosis) . I’m not the best at explaining things so i can only hope this gives you some more background on them 😅! But overall they are a self-less, giving and overly optimistic person who enjoys giving gifts and spreading love unlike Hank J. Wimbleton, lol. -🫧

Hi! Mod Deimos here! Mod Sanford has handed the writing over to me since they don't know much about Skittles. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Happy Hank/Skittles General/Romantic Headcanons

General

Having been in the hellish wasteland that was Nevada for several years now, you were apprehensive about Skittles' generosity, kindness and all around happy-go-lucky attitude. It wasn't common in a place like this so you were hesitant on taking the present he offered to you as a greeting.

Over time though, he grew on you seeing as he wasn't much of a threat to you.

You found that he didn't have anywhere to call home so you invited him to live in your place to help keep a roof over this absolute bean's head.

Whenever you come back from supply runs or personal missions, Skittles welcomes you back with such joy in his voice and usually giving a gift of some sorts, whether it be snacks, clothing, new weapons (though those are rare for him to give), etc. Sometimes when you've had a particularly rough day, Skittles is more than happy to give you a friendly massage to help ease your aching muscles and joints.

Overall, you've helped improve eachothers lives, far better than before, though you couldn't help this odd feeling you've developed around Skittles after being around him for so long.

Romantic

Oddly enough, it was you who initiated the conversation between you and Skittles about a possible relationship, confessing your feelings to him (though very awkwardly). Might've damaged your hearing a bit from how loud and high-pitched Skittles' squeal was at hearing your confession.

Regardless, Skittles was determined to be the best damn boyfriend he could be to you.

He did all the usual things he did, but he did it with a lot more compassion and love than before, he even added morning and after work kisses into the mix (you always made sure to stick around for those).

He's very understanding of his partner's needs and wants, especially during that time of the month, whatever you wish for he'll do everything he can to get it for you.

A certain hard-to-get snack? Not a problem. A particular movie that you just couldn't find, Skittles will find it. Weird cravings? He doesn't care as long it won't hurt you.

Needless to say, Skittles is a very loving, caring, and respectful partner and you're glad he came into your life. He was the best gift you've ever had.

[i-love-genya-sm]

back at it AGAIN bc I need MORE!!!!!!!!

Gn!reader who's incredibly short (I'm talking like under 5 feet 😭) and genya who finds it adorable

Not putting this here bc I'm 4'9 and a half nuh uh no sir...

Bestie, I’m like 4’10-4’11. We all bond in the world of shorties.

◊ Pairing: Genya x gn!SHORT!Reader ◊ Category: very fluffy READER INFO • PLEASE READ Gn Reader! Very short.

You didn’t mind your height. Sure, you got teased for being short, but it meant that you could squeeze in places others couldn’t, making you more agile and faster, also much harder to catch in combat. But you did mind your height when your boyfriend mentioned it. Talk about teasing. He was 5’11, almost 6 feet, and you were 12 whole inches under him. You tried to brush it off as nothing, but when he had to stoop down just to speak to you, it did get awkward and annoying very quickly. “I wish I was taller,” you pout one day. You and Genya were resting on the engawa of the stone estate with nothing to do. “What do you mean? You’ve never complained about your height before.” Genya looked at you with a hint of concern on his face. “I just feel like its annoying to be in a relationship with someone pathetically shorter than you…” “What?” Genya’s eyes widen. There was a brief pause before Genya’s face became more smug. “It’s actually pretty cute if you ask me.” He leaned in closer to you. “Ha-!? I’m not that cute!” You jump in surprise, turning to face Genya, leaning back away from your boyfriend. Genya chuckled sweetly, a teasing smirk on his face. You felt heat rush up your cheeks. Gosh, he’s hot when he does that…you think to yourself. Genya stood up, effortlessly holding (Insert some random object here) high above your head. “Come and get it,” he teased, a playful smile on his face. “H-hey! Give that back-!” You jump up, trying to grab the object. Genya laughed at your efforts. “Cute,” He said. “You prove my point.” You give up, crossing your arms and giving a hmph. But you couldn’t stay mad at your boyfriend forever. Soon enough, both of you were laughing and having a good time. Man, were you lucky to have such a wonderful man.

TY FOR READING!!! APOLOGIES IF UPDATES ARE SLOW

[littleguypumpkinsheep]

Writing Requests Now Open Permanently!

Since I’m unable to draw on request, I offer the next best thing I have: Writing! It doesn’t exhaust me terribly, so I’m much much more available to provide it now!

Terms and conditions below!

Fandoms I Can Write For: Deltarune, Madness Combat, Team Fortress 2, I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream, Cowboys (not a fandom but if you like cowboys I can write about cowboys)

What I Can Write About: Romance, friendship, queer platonic relationships, parent child relationships, sfw, fluff, hurt, comfort, angst, nsfw, reader inserts (specialty of mine!), character studies, character explorations, headcanons, prompts (as in, “can you write what (character) would think if (situation)?”)

Ask about kinks if there’s something specific you want!

What I Won’t Write About: Rape, non con, dubious consent, toxic yaoi/yuri (I understand the appeal, but I am just not comfortable with it), abusive relationships, unhealthy relationships

I can write about these topics as part of a characters backstory or identity, but I will not write about them between two characters. I will not write a story about characters being mean to each other.

When Can I Request A Drabble? Anytime! Send as many as you’d like! Don’t be worried or embarrassed about something. You’re fine as long as it isn’t against my boundaries.

[ero-heart]

Ok this was in my head for a loooong time

The main 4 x young hank! Reader

So reader is from another universe where they are hank and they are actually too young like 10 or 12, while in there world Sanford, deimos, and 2bdamned are older than them, unlike hank they are obedient and weak but they are faster than hank and too kind.

So what if the main 4 meet reader By them accidentally opening a universal portal that blasts a small hank(aka you) that's all beat up as the main 4 see another Auditor but the portal closes before Auditor could get to it and the main 4 find out that you are actually a ten year old getting their ass beat by Auditor

Also the other Auditor in the portal was enraged that a you actually damaged their non-physical form with a cute kitty knife :)

I love it! We love a murderous child!

Also, I am so sorry for the delay! Felt kind of unmotivated yk

Reader’s pronouns are they/it for this one.

Cw: blood, gore, mentions of violence

FUN DAY WITH KID HANK!

(Main 4 + young Hank! Reader)

(Obviously platonic)

Just another day for the S.Q, it was dark and rainy, people were entering and leaving the building, either returning or leaving from missions, or leaving for a smoke, like Deimos was. Standing under the entrance along with the S.Q guards, making a little chit chat, they didn’t mind that he smoked so he stayed there, Doc has been pestering him to smoke outside since the smell covered the entire building. Deimos don’t really care where he smokes so he complied. It was a day like any other but there was something wrong, it was overly peaceful. Everyone knows Nevada is not a safe place at all and any soothing and quiet moment is a state of alert for anything to happen. Deimos looked around the streets, strangers having a little walk, no umbrella to protect themselves, wet paper getting stuck on the pavement, full of rain puddles. Everything seemed weird and the anticipation was getting not only him but the guards as well.

“…So…did you guys sleep well today?”

“I did thanks for asking Dave.”

“Me too, thanks Dave.”

“You’re welcome yeah.”

It was starting to get awkward. Deimos dropped his cigarette on the ground and stepped on it, ready to leave when something shot right at one of the guard’s head.

“Fucking called it!”

It dented the cement wall, squashing Dave’s head and painting it red, the thing then fell on the ground. It looked like a purple ball. The remaining guard got in position as Deimos patted his clothes to find his pistol, remembering that he left it with his other jacket on the laundry room.

“Boss we have a man down!”

The guard called on his talkie as they both took upon the portal that is formed before them. A shadowed figure glared at them before it closed. They looked at each other trying to figure out what the fuck happened as the purple bundle sat up and began to shake. The guard snapped his head right at it. Little arms flapping all around, little legs kicking up and down, it began to screech in anger, dirtying themselves with the blood of the dead guard.

“A kid? What the fuck.”

Soldiers started to come out of the HQ to find the confusing scene. A little grunt throwing a tantrum surrounded by gore on the ground. Some tried to approach them, asking the kid where their parents were, but they were only met with resistance and cat scratches to the face. The child refused to stand or move so one of the more compassionate soldiers decided to lift them up in order to bring them to the boss, not wanting to leave the kid alone. Deimos just watched the scene unfold, trying to keep a deadpan face as the soldier was being hissed and scratched at by the little guy. He wanted far away from that kid.

Hearing their own name at the intercom was never fun, Deimos was already forming an explanation as to why whatever he did was wrong and he would DEFINITELY never do it again. Doc was always a pain on his side, being monitored 24/7 because he couldn’t be left alone or else “a ruckus” would happen, whatever that meant. That was the original reason why Sanford was so close to him to begin with, being tasked by their boss to keep a eye on the man and keep him in line. What Doc did not expect tho was that instead of being influenced by Sanford’s serious and militaristic persona, Deimos was the one who influenced him to be more open and rebel up. So the only change was the name beside his that was called. This case was no different. Both were walking towards Doc’s office, discussing what could have been wrong.

“You did not take the lemons out of the vents last time and I know.”

“I did! I remember doing it! I think.”

“The building is still infested with flies you definitely didn’t.”

Upon opening the office’s doors, a purple shadow just dashed past them, knocking Deimos on the ground. They could hear the frustrated groan of Doc who approached them.

“Great you idiots couldn’t knock on the door before entering.”

Deimos sat up and looked at his boss, taking notice of how ruined the office looked.

“Tf was that doc?”

“That was the child who was spat out of the portal earlier. The one you just let loose on the base. I am cutting your payment.”

“What are we supposed to do?? Like??”

“I called you here to babysit that abomination at least until we know what to about it. But since they just ran away, your duty is to catch it.”

“Pff NO WAY”

Deimos got up from the ground.

“Do we look like nannies to you?? Hell to the NO we are taking care of that kid”

“Do you remember your contract Deimos?” Doc takes out the document that was conveniently hidden on his pocket, he pointed at Deimos signature, written with pink glittery scented pen, the only one available on the moment of signing, he could still smell the strawberries on it. He rolled his eyes.

“Tch fine..”

“Hey buddy,” Sanford put a hand on his shoulder “s’not a big deal! We dealt with far worse shit than that.”

Sanford definitely regret those words. It was a game of cat and mouse. Sanford knew what he was expected to do on this job, but out of everything, THIS had to be the worse and most embarrassing. Following the bloodied stripes down the hallways led them to find the kid making tricks with their roller skates on the cafeteria, currently rolling on top of the tables, jumping on one to another and knocking the hungry hirelings food off their trays. Sanford quickly ran and jumped on it, dashing after the little grunt. He thought about what his mom would do in this situation. She always told him he was a very calm child and never caused any trouble, but when something did happen she normally said the magic words that got any kid excited.

“Hey kid how about we take a little break huh?? How about ice cream?”

They just spun around to face him and stopped on their tracks. Sanford was not quick enough to stop and slipped on a spaghetti plate and flew off above the kid and falling right on a wandering troop passing nearby. Sanford cursed and quickly got up, half apologizing to the poor troop squished on the ground and looked around to see that the kid was nowhere to be found. Deimos arrived panting and gasping for air.

“Haa where.. hoo where did the kid go??”

“I have no idea.. maybe the gymnasium? It’s the nearest path for them to disappear to quickly.”

“Yea.. maybe they have gone there..”

“You ok there buddy?”

“No..can we do a little pause??”

“We don’t really have time for pauses dude.”

“Carry me then.”

Sanford sighed and knelt down for Deimos to latch on his back. When he felt Deimos arms around his neck he got up.

“We can’t keep doing this all the time when we are in a chase bud.”

“What? It’s not my fault my lungs are shit!”

Sanford side eyed him for a moment because it was definitely his fault.

Going on the direction of the gym, Sanford internally cheered to see the red stripes on the floor to it’s direction. Busting doors open, both men followed the stripes until it came to an end. Taking their face of the ground, before them stood none other than Hank, holding the kid by the scruff of the neck. He was doing his daily training when the little grunt zoomed by him, quickly getting snatched by Hank and lifted to his view. Sanford and Deimos took a sigh of relief to see the kid finally contained. Both never wanted to hug Hank so bad in their lifes.

“Hank! Our hero!” Deimos slipped off of Sanford’s back “You got them!”

Hank just looked at the boys and then at the child, who was comically trying to kick and punch him to no avail. He tilted his head to show his confusion, not really getting what the two where on about. Sanford took the kid from Hank’s hand and held it at a distance. It was when he realized how.. alike, the two were. Both Hank and the kid wore long clothes that hid their skin and wore colorful goggles to protect their eyes. Not counting the helmet and roller skates the kid wore, also the skirt that matched their colorful pants. Other than that both were pretty similar.

“Huh..” Deimos seemed to notice also, looking back and forth at the two Hanks before him. “Pfft hahaha this thing looks EXACTLY like you!”

Hank just gave a grunt in response and turned back to finish his curls.

“Oh! Oh! How about we call them Kid Hank? Kank??”

Sanford shook his head “It doesn’t matter right now we need to take them somewhere safe and entertaining to pass the time”

“Well the gym seems like a good pick, there’sa lot of cool things to play with and climb.”

Sanford thought for a second, it might be a good idea, the gym always was a playground for him when he was a small grunt himself.

“Ok let’s just let ‘em roam free here, it’s best to lock the door so they can’t escape.”

The rest of the afternoon was way less stressful. The only thing they had to worry about was the kid not dropping something heavy on themselves. Or fell on something blunt or sharp where their skater gear didn’t protect. They refused to take those roller skates off tho, so management should go more harder when they wanted to jump on the trampoline. Currently Deimos and Sanford were sitting on a bench besides the water fountain, taking care of the kiddie’s bag while they hanged and swing off the polia, with Hank pushing them. Deimos played with the bag’s keychains, looking at the silly designs and colors.

“Where did a kid found those? lol”

He decided to snoop inside the bag as well, only to be met with countless of weapons, colorful knives decorated with stickers and glitter, sharp scissors themed after cartoon characters, nerf guns (with pins instead of soft foam darts) and tiny brass knuckle rings with even more stickers. Maybe this kid was more alike Hank than he initially thought.

“Take your hands off of this Deimos! It’s not yours!”

“Wtf bro I was just looking for a card or paper with this kid’s guardian’s info damb.”

Sanford chuckles at his friend’s antics and goes back on watching Hank play with mini Hank. To his surprise Hank was fairly gentle pushing the kid on the polia, never in his live he thought he would see someone like Hank be so delicate. Though everything went on shambles as Hank gave a hard push and the kid let go of the polia, hitting hard on the wall.

“SHIT!”

Suddenly the gym doors were kicked open by doc. Deimos and Sanford jumped while Hank just stared at him. Doc marched to the kid’s direction and picked it up from the floor, then marched back to leave the gym, passing by the bench to pick the kiddie bag too. The three only looked at the distancing doc on the hallways.

“We can stop babysitting now right?”

Doc managed to find a way to contact the Auditor, who gave him a portal opening device to bring the kid back to where they came from. Before he could turn to his office, the kid tugged on his shirt collar, looking up at him with a bruised cheek. Doc paused upon seeing it, quickly turning the other way around to medical.

M.D Skinner looked at the bundle on Doc’s arms being put on the mat, now sitting and kicking their legs. He asked no questions as he went to work, putting in some ice on the bruise and attending other unseen wounds on their body. They played with his coat sleeves during the check up, also taking a hold of the stethoscope around his neck. He let the kid listen to their own heartbeat and let them hold other medical instruments. Doc watched the scene with great interest, never really witnessing a caring relationship throughout his whole life. Soon when the child was all patched up, Skinner gave the results. The kid had some non reversible injuries, that was the lack of their lips, but it didn’t seem to impair them. Skinner gave them a little lollipop and excused himself, wishing the both a great day.

Doc took little Hank back to his office, that was still in shambles. He put them on the table, glad that they already seemed tired from playing so much and now distracted with a lollipop, so they aren’t as energetic as before. Taking the portal opening device and placing it on the ground, everything was ready.

“Ready to go home buddy?”

The kid nodded their head, they were kinda sleepy. Upon activating the portal, a shadowed white figure immediately bursted through it, with flaming purple eyes glaring at the two. The figure took a pink decorated knife off of its form and threw at the table, besides mini Hank, who immediately brightened up upon seeing it.

“This child was spat off of a portal earlier this day. It must be yours.”

The figure turned to Doc. “This little monster always causes trouble back there. It fell through it while I was trying to catch it.”

“Well it’s here now you can have it-“

The table was now empty, looking around the office only a purple blur could be seen entering the portal. The other Auditor began to shake.

“HAAAANK!!”

It immediately ran back through the portal, beginning another chase with the kid. Doc could only shake his head, feeling a strong sense of deja-vu seeing all of this.

That was kind of long haha I am really sorry if anything was ooc qwq I also drew kid Hank’s design for this fanfic! Hope you like it! Stay safe 💞