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[kagecreep]

Midnight Burns (VxMC)

(KillerChat)

Description: You have trouble sleeping. V calls you at midnight, and a few little secrets slip out from both your lips.

Two requests mixed together: V who's weak for compliments & a MC who loves V's voice.

Notes: this takes place b4 you meet irl (: i gave you a lil username just for funsies and to make it a little easier to read WC: 3.2k

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Despite all your best efforts, the dawn had forgotten your name. Your sleep began early in the morning, before sunrise, and slept a scant 4 hours. Fortunately, being in an online server with people around the world, there was always someone to keep you company. Unfortunately that server happened to be filled with murderers; for better or worse, they were more welcoming than anyone else you knew, and you were assured that turning to them would bring nothing but comfort.

Tonight, however, no one was online. You scrolled up and down the different chats mindlessly, your head leaning heavily into your palm. You could write, but opening the blank page was more of a taunt than a call to productivity. Nothing was on your mind. You needed more inspiration from your latest muse before continuing with your next part of the story. To your disappointment, V was not online.

With a sigh, you left your computer on your desk, and left downstairs to fetch something to eat. You returned to your room quickly with an old bowl of pasta in hand, crawling back into your chair. 

You squinted at the bright screen, scrolling through the server channels and members one last time before vowing to work on your book. Upon seeing a notification, however, your vow was promptly tossed out the window, and you clicked into your chat with K9.

<K9> [23:00] Good evening. I know it is late, however I was hoping you could spare some time to answer a few of my questions.

You blinked several times, fingers hovering over the keyboard before you typed in your response.

<scaredevil> [23:12] yeah, i'm not doing anything. whats up? you want to call? <K9> [23:12] That would be preferrable.  Thank you for indulging me. 

Not a second later and he was calling you. You quickly brushed your hair with your fingers and accepted, sitting up a little straighter in your chair.

"Midnight calls, hm?" You said before he could speak. "Some of the other server members might think we're up to something."

"None of the other server members are able to see our private calls," he said flatly.

"Goreboy is,"  you said.

He grunted––obviously dissatisfied with that truth.

"You raise a good point. Perhaps I shall set up our own private server––remove goreboy from the equation altogether," he said, knitting his fingers together beneath his chin.

"A server just for us? Sounds intimate," you said, grinning as you leaned in.

A soft, dark blush crept onto his face.

"Nonsense. It's simply a matter of privacy. Do you not resent the idea of being monitored, as I do?"

"I do... but not really enough to do anything about it. I don't know much about coding, anyway," you said, leaning on your palm. "Besides, we live in a surveillance state."

"All the more reason to protect yourself," he said, his eyes narrowing. "You must be skilled at disposing of bodies to be so careless in hiding your identity."

You shrugged. You had tried many times to tell him, both in humorous and serious tones, that you were not a serial killer. He never listened, insistent that his gut instinct was never wrong. Some part of you found it amusing, but at least his vehement search for you allowed you to spend some time with him, even if it was filled with both vague and direct threats on your life.

"Before we start with questions... how are you feeling tonight?" He asked.

"Tired," you said, tapping your fingers against your cheek.

"Have you not been sleeping well?"

"Not really."

He nodded softly.

"I understand. I, too, have many a night where sleep evades my grasp. Can you do anything about it? Do you have medicines?" He asked in a softer tone, leaning in.

"Yeah, but they don't tend to work." You glanced up at him. "Why do you care?"

He stuttered for a moment, hands falling out of sight of the camera.

"It is... important to lead a balanced life. That way I will be the one to take you down––not some useless meandering cop or your own poorly-managed lifestyle," he said.

"Sounds... intimate," you said with a lazy smile.

He hesitated, lips parted and eyes darting to the side and back to you as he contemplated your words and his own response. 

"I... hesitate to admit this, but my vendetta is... personal, when it comes to you. I cannot figure you out. I suppose nothing is more alluring than a mystery," he said, once more folding his fingers together beneath his chin and leaning in.

"I've told you before," you chuckled, "I'm no mystery. I'm a writer."

"Yes, so you've said, and with all due respect, I do not believe it. Now if you don't mind, I would like you to answer my questions," he said.

"Of course. What's on your mind?"

"My first question. What is your favourite time of day?"

A grip creeped across your lips, devolving into giggles.

"Your questions have such a sweet facade," you said, shaking your head. "How is knowing my favourite time of day going to help you catch me?"

"Answer the question, please," he said, sighing roughly.

"Fine." You paused, biting back your smile. "I love the dawn."

"The dawn?" He repeated, eyes widening. "Interesting. You are not often online during those hours."

"I'm usually asleep then."

"Then... how is it your favourite time of day?"

"Oh, you know," you said, grunting as you stretched back in your chair, "it's a beautiful time. Renewal, quiet, and peace. My body just... doesn't... well, to be honest, I usually end up falling asleep just before dawn. Dawn hath abandoned me, and visits me no longer."

"I see."

You weren't sure if he believed you or not. You supposed it didn't matter. Before he could ask his next question, you spoke first.

"What's your favourite time of day?" You asked.

Again his eyes widened imperceptibly, taken aback by the reciprocation.

"I do not see how that is important," he said.

"You know my favourite, why can't I know yours? I already told you I'm no good at hacking, or finding people. I'm just curious," you said, shrugging.

"For all I know, that could have been a lie. But... I suppose it is only fair. I prefer the night. The vermin come out of the filth and reveal their nature, and I await them in the dark," he said, his eyes narrowing. 

He glanced up from the intensity of his thoughts and found you beaming across the screen. He raised a single brow.

"What are you smiling about?" He asked roughly.

"Nothing, I just..."

What were you smiling about? You thought for a moment. It could be any number of things, really––his voice, his manner of speaking, the intensity of his conviction. Each of these things melted you a little bit, and the fluffy covers of your bed suddenly didn't seem so unfriendly.

"... I like the way you talk. Your words. Your voice. It's very... pretty," you murmured.

He froze, his face quickly turning a deep shade of red.

"Y -" he choked on his own breath. "R... really?"

"Yeah," you sighed. "It's a shame you use it to threaten me."

He blinked several times, glancing to the side.

"W - well... I suppose... I could hold off on my search, for tonight," he said, his eyes returning to you. "If that would please you."

You smiled. The juxtaposition of him attempting to please you and promising to kill you at the same time––it tingled inside you. A wonderfully chaotic rush.

"I don't think you'd lose much by taking a break for now," you chuckled softly.

He wouldn't lose anything because he had nothing to gain. You hid nothing. Except your name, of course.

"Then... what would you like to talk about?" He asked hesitantly.

"Mmm... I don't know," you hummed, staring in a somewhat dreamy trance at your screen. "I just like spending time with you."

You weren't sure how much more of this V could take. You could practically feel the heat of his blush through the computer, and you drank in each micro-expression––the widening eyes, twitching lips, fidgeting fingers––with absurd delight.

"You... are incredibly odd," he finally stuttered out, unable to meet your eye, even through the camera.

"Is it odd to find you endearing and beautiful?"

Now you had gone too far. He hadn't even replied and you were melting with embarrassment just watching him react to your words, as though it flowed off him in such excess that it somehow reached you.

"I - it is, um, quite odd," he eventually said, staring at his keyboard.

Despite going too far, you couldn't help yourself, and dug your trench even deeper.

"Sorry," you said. "I can't help it. Even if you are planning to kill me, I can't deny... nor should I, really, that you're very handsome. And I enjoy your company. I might even tell you my address so you can be the last thing I see before I die."

He slammed his fingers against the keyboard, and with a panicked expression, hung up.

You stared at your chat for a whole minute, eyes wide from his sudden reaction. Slowly you leaned forward and began to type.

<scaredevil> [23:21] did i do something wrong?

It took him several more minutes to reply, and he took a long while to type out his message.

<K9> [23:27] No.  I apologize for ending our call so abruptly. I was... suddenly busy. <scaredevil> [23:27] you're not a very good liar, you know <K9> [23:27] ... I suppose there's no avoiding it then.  As much as I am disinclined to admit it, I was very flattered by your comments. A little too flattered.

You stared at the screen. What did he mean?

<scaredevil> [23:28] were you like..... taking a cold shower....? <K9> [23:29] I was not. I spent my time away tending to one of my rabbits. As a bonus, the activity aided in calming me. I have no affinity for cold showers anyway.

You debated your next message for a moment, heart racing as you sent it.

<scaredevil> [23:29] can we call again? <K9> [23:29] I do not believe that is a good idea.

Your heart deflated in your chest.

<scaredevil> [23:30] why not? :( <K9> [23:30] I am worried you will return to your previous barrage of compliments. ... It is not a good idea. <scaredevil> [23:30] please v? i love hearing your voice

Nothing. The marker to show his typing didn't even appear.

<scaredevil> [23:31] im sorry for pushing you i really am i didn't mean to offend you i just wanted to express a little how i felt fuck i'll stop

You curled up in your desk chair, legs to your chest, and hid your face in your knees. How embarrassing. A deep, cold, and breaking sensation crackled through your ribs.

The computer dinged, and your head shot up.

<K9> [23:38] You did not offend me. I am simply... unaccustomed to people thinking of me in such a way. It has not ever occurred before.

You quickly began to type a response.

<scaredevil> [23:38] never? thats hard to believe <K9> [23:38] Is it? I am not the most sociable of creatures. Nor am I approachable. Most would consider me imposing, or even menacing. I am not sure I have ever been called handsome, much less... beautiful. <scaredevil> [23:38] is it weird that i feel kinda accomplished to be your first? i have a little award no one else will ever have <K9> [23:38] Not the most fantastic of accomplishments, but I will not deny you your feelings on the matter. <scaredevil> [23:38] thanks :) not to freak you out again but you're sweet <K9> [23:39] Another compliment. ... Thank you.

You drummed the edge of your keyboard with your fingertips, biting at your lip. Exhaustion freely visited you but rarely came with the comfort of sleep; V's voice, the deep, dulcet tones, was a ready substitute. When he kept his words soft and yielding, you could even hear sleep knocking at your distant door. It was a lot to ask, especially after freaking him out so much, but the desperation within you was clawing. Regret would make you bleed if you didn't at least ask.

<scaredevil> [23:41] i know this is a little odd you don't have to say yes, but well to be honest, your voice has a calming effect on me. i was hoping maybe you could help me fall asleep... please. <K9> [23:42] ... Your request is strange, but... acceptable. I will aid you. <scaredevil> [23:42] that's very kind of you <K9> [23:42] Kindness is a trait I strive to exemplify in my life. But thank you. You are the first person in the server to take note of it.

A moment later and he was requesting to call you. You hurried over to bed, carrying your laptop over, and jumped beneath the covers before answering. There was barely enough time to settle your head into your pillow before the call loaded.

He let out some quiet grunting noise upon seeing you, raising his brow.

"You are... already in bed," he said slowly.

Oh, that deep, amber voice, you thought to yourself dreamily. You decided not to inform him of your delight in hearing him.

"Of course I am," you said, hiding half your face behind your blankets. "I'm not going to sleep at my desk.

"I would think not. I was... just not expecting you to already be... in bed."

You giggled, shying further into your covers.

"Are you comfortable?" He asked softly.

You nodded.

"Good," he said in a somewhat stiff tone, giving a curt nod. "If it's... not too much to ask, I would like to see your face. Consider it a favour in return for helping you to fall asleep."

It was a fair request, though you felt some embarrassment at the idea of him being able to fully see you as you drifted off to sleep. Still, with a creeping blush you lowered your blanket, revealing your face squished into your pillow. A subtle but surely there smile warmed V's expression.

"Ah, there you are," he said, leaning in, his hands lax beneath his chin. "If we are being honest tonight, I will admit you are quite beautiful, as well. A light in the dim wake of reality."

You chuckled, attempting poorly to hide your blushing face in your pillow. But your eyes remained on your screen, entranced with him.

"Charming words," you said.

"And yet speaking nothing but the truth. Now please, tell me––how can I be of service to you?"

It was your turn now to flush, to be filled with a warmth that urged you to run far away just to compose yourself. A hundred different things whirled through your head; would he really do anything for you if you simply asked with a sweet 'please' at the end? Surely not. Logically there was some limit. But your imagination knew no such word.

"You can talk about anything," you said, wishing you could hide your face again. "You can even read me a story if you fancy it."

"Anything?" He asked, raising his brow. "Are you sure?"

"Of course."

He thought for a moment, then suddenly stood, disappearing out of the camera's sight for a couple minutes. You thought to call out but decided against it, and patiently waited for him to return. 

He reappeared with a book in hand, opening it on the desk in front of him. It was a small book––barely the size of his hand––and coloured in pale earthy tones, though the title remained obscured from your vision.

"This is a collection of Persian poetry," he said, smoothing out the pages. "I... sometimes read it when I am in need of relaxation. Though at times the prose can be... quite stimulating to the intellect. I hope that, as I do, you will find it calming."

Poetry at midnight. Poetry with V, at midnight, in your bed, as he would slowly watch you sleep. 

There were worse ways to die.

With your heart pounding as intensely as it was, sleep was the furthest thing from your mind and desires––but you had asked for his help, and he had so kindly acquiesced, so you did your best to settle into the covers and slow your racing heart.

He turned a few pages, and you watched with fluttering eyes.

"Ah. Here is a poet I much admire. A mystic Sufi from the 8th century... a woman. Rabia al Basri. Let us begin."

He spoke slowly, with emphasis, with quiet adoration for the artwork of words––the intertwining taste of writer and experience, combined into a painting of poetry.

I have loved Thee with two loves - a selfish love and a love that is worthy of Thee. As for the love which is selfish, Therein I occupy myself with Thee, to the exclusion of all others. But in the love which is worthy of Thee, Thou dost raise the veil that I may see Thee. Yet is the praise not mine in this or that, But the praise is to Thee in both that and this.

"Here is another one, by Rumi. Another mystic from the 13th century," he said.

The Friend comes into my body looking for the center, unable to find it, draws a blade, strikes anywhere.

There is a light seed grain inside. You fill it with yourself, or it dies.

I am caught in this curling energy, your hair! Whoever is calm and sensible is insane.

Do you think I know what I am doing? That for one breath or half-breath I belong to myself? As much as a pen knows what it is writing, or the ball can guess where it is going next.

We have a huge barrel of wine, but no cups. That is fine with us. Every morning, we glow and in the evening we glow again.

They say there is no future for us. They are right. Which is fine with us.

Slowly you drifted away, eyes drifting shut, mind drifting off, as sleep melted into your skin like a warm rose oil. The depth of his voice, the luxuriant taste, imbued itself into your dreams. He spoke only a few more poems before you were gone, your eyes firmly closed and lips softly parted.

He closed the book quietly and set it aside. For a few minutes unbeknownst to your consciousness he watched you, eyes darting across your features as sparks of his own wandering mind came about. He wondered, though he didn't mean to, what your skin would feel like beneath his fingers. How warm your body would be beneath a shared blanket. The thought was inappropriate, and he quickly dismissed it.

He did, however, allow himself one last indulgence.

You were not his love. You had done nothing of the sort to indicate comfort in being referred to as such. But given your kindness––your gentle amiability––he was assured you were much beloved of someone.

"Good night, beloved," he murmured, lingering for a moment more, before ending the call.

Your computer quietly turned itself off.

[mammalsofaction]

Lunch Break

Rating: M

Relationship: Heinz Doofenshmirtz/Perry the Platypus

Add tags: Human Perry, mute Perry, Professor Time timeline, AYA CATU and MML s2 compliant, established relationship, they're married y'all, concerns about Dakota and Cavendish being fired, inadvisable sex locations for anyone but especially 55+year old men

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Perry has mixed feelings about the Clock Tower.

It was not, actually, to be fair. Named the Clock Tower. It was actually the Time Industries Headquarters. But everyone, including Perry and Heinz himself, called it the Clock Tower. It's a clever enough play on words, and they were both dads, at heart. 

It sat in the very middle of the Tri-State Area, a gleaming tower of titanium, gold and glass. It was largely sterile, cold and white, to match current aesthetics, and parts that weren't were gold or purple. It was beautiful, majestic, grand. On some days, it reminded Perry of the Stark Towers from New York, though he doubts their entrances were flanked by 10 feet tall marble statues of it's owner and founder. 

(And on others, it reminded him of a castle in black and vile green, on a separate yet parallel Quantum Plane manned by a twisted tyrant with a face both beloved and unfamiliar.

On those days, he had Heinz come visit him instead. They were both too old to be courting nightmares.)

We digress. While Perry's tastes may not generally align, love begged for compromises. Heinz would not be Heinz, if he did not demand for bigger, better, shinier, for bolder. In every universe and timeline, he is the same--Heinz was born for greatness, and he made sure everyone knew it. 

In the lobby, both people and bots made way for him. He'd preferred if they didn't, but Carl had laughed at him once, said that Perry had always carried an aura to him that  demanded respect. Larger than life. They would have made way for him even if they didn't (and within these walls, they all clearly did) know who he was. 

"Good morning, Perry the Platypus." Chirped N.O.R.M, in that familiar, cheerful sounding boom as he approached the reception desk. Heinz had been loath to dispose of his very first successful robot, even as the gradual progression of technology began to far exceed the capabilities of his initial body. He had the rust bucket stored lovingly somewhere deep within the basement of the building, Perry is sure: but the rest of his sentience, and computed consciousness was hooked to the entirety of Time Industries, making him their artificial eyes and ears all throughout every property on the globe, and some where there weren't. A gesture of pride and trust that had not gone unnoticed; it only took them 20 years and the development of time travel, but Heinz was finally proud of AI “son”.

Of course, the unfortunate side effects of keeping an AI that was so familiar with their history were names and labels so ingrained that they couldn't quite be re-programmed and removed. Perry had no complaints, and he knows Heinz feels at least a little bit of affection for them. How, despite everything, some things remained the same. 

Perry pats N.O.R.M's monitor affectionately, and pointed up. N.O.R.M beeps. "Ah! You are here to visit Dad." 

Perry chuckles, and signs freely, knowing that N.O.R.M would be able to read him. I am. Is he busy? 

The AI whirred in the approximation of a laugh. "Never too busy for you, Perry the Platypus! And it is almost Muffin Time. I have informed him of your arrival. Do you need me to carry those for you?" 

Perry looked down at his baggage; a folder and a take-away bag of take-out he had practically forgotten he was carrying. He thinks, and shakes his head. N.O.R.M beeps curiously, but complies with an easy, "As you wish, Perry the Platypus." 

The elevator empties as he is about to climb on, and Perry catches the eye of Dr Aloise Alpaca--one of his three chosen B.O.T.T council members in charge of domestic judicial matters. Aloise startles, and Perry raises an eyebrow. Instead of answering, the alpaca bows hurriedly, and clops away with the rest of the crowd. Perry hums, but slips in quickly before the doors of the elevator closes, and Perry slaps his watch to the chip Reader so N.O.R.M could grant him access to the penthouse. 

From outside, the top of the clocktower was simultaneously reminiscent of DEI as it was of Big Bertha, the old pride and joy of Jefferson County. The roof was a bulletproof dome of glass that could be retracted into an open space plan for the telescope and other large machinery that lets in natural light by day, and an unobstructed view of the stars by night. Four analog style clocks faced four cardinal directions, 3 of which portraying the timezones of each of Time Industries' major headquarters (Tri-State Area, USA; Greenwich in London, England; and the Null Island), and one, incomprehensible and erratic, which does not follow any sort of timezone known at all to man. 

When Perry steps out into the Penthouse, he finds his husband staring out the eastern clock, a one-way glass window looking out into Danville. The light of the late noonday sun paints him in strips of yellow and blue, bringing out the whites of his hair (more salt than pepper, now) and making him glow. 

He'd brought Melissa up here, once. Now Nicholson, not Chase. She'd said the backlight makes him look like an angel. She couldn't figure out why the comment had made Perry laugh as hard as it did. 

Heinz turns at the sound of Perry chuckling at the memory, his tired expression blooming into that wide, familiar smile that grows even wider as Perry circles around the imposing glass and mahogany desk to plant a sweet kiss on Heinz's lips. 

"Good to see you too, Schnuckiputzi." He said softly, and rolls his chair to the side to allow Perry to sit on the edge of the desk. "Ah, you  came here to cheer me up." He continues when he sees Perry put down the take-out bag, but sours when Perry pointedly takes out and waves the folder that had been tucked underneath his armpit. 

Read the rest on Ao3

Bad news. Perry signs importantly. Heinz groans, rolling his seat back close to his deak so that he is tucked between the vee of Perry's legs. Perry pats his hair sympathetically.

[decks-writing-blog]

Whatever the Fuck Benrey is: Chapter Nine: Can't Hurt

Chapter One

Previous Chapter

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Benrey read whatever he could find online, searching specifically for weird and interesting stuff, until Gordon fell asleep on the other end, his soft snoring coming through the phone. He then read a little more just in case. Gordon had sounded awfully shaken after all. A not unfamiliar quality to his voice, he’d been that shaken or worse during much of their trip through Black Mesa together, but… Benrey now knew how fragile he was. And he’d decided Gordon was his pet so it was his responsibility to make it better.

Eventually he had to call it good enough though as he didn’t know when the hotel manager was likely to return and he needed to be gone before then. So he closed the web browser and shut the computer down, making sure to turn the monitor off as well.

“’Kay, uh, gotta get off the computer now before I get caught. I’ll call you later or text… I don’t know, whatever I feel like. Doesn’t really matter ‘cause you can’t hear me anyway. Bye.” He hung up and started back for his room.

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He waited until the sun was fully up before pulling his phone off charge again. Gordon hadn’t texted. Not surprising, he’d have heard the ping but he was starting to get restless. Playing games was great and all but… no multiplayer games or anyone to chat with while playing was less fun. Something else to do again for a little while would be welcome.

‘awake yet?’ he sent to Gordon.

He stared at he screen for five minutes before giving up; apparently the answer was ‘no’. Maybe a good thing… unless Gordon was having another nightmare. Perhaps Benrey should’ve gone back with him. He’d thought about it but during the first trip nothing dangerous had happened and then on the car ride back, all the nosy, annoying, bothersome questions had convinced him not to. But if Gordon’s mind was an enemy… it couldn’t kill him though, could it? So it was probably fine.

Pocketing the phone, Benrey turned his attention to the window. Lifting the closed curtains, he stepped under them so he could look out and see if anyone was around. … No one seemed to be so he grabbed his new camera before walking through the wall, putting him out back behind the hotel.

It was warmer out here already, the pleasant desert heat starting to set in. He’d never given his enjoyment of warmth and heat much thought, they just felt nice, but perhaps Gordon was correct and he was cold-blooded; didn’t produce much heat of his own. Did that matter? … No, but it was kind of interesting.

Shaking off that thought, he started making his way around to the front of the building so he could follow the sidewalk. It would perhaps lead to somewhere interesting, right? Upon reaching it, he slowed his pace a little. He had nowhere to be, nothing to do, and no one coming to bring him back to the Black Mesa facility.

He fiddled with the camera, turning it on. Gordon had called it cheap when getting it for him but it was far from a shitty disposable one. It had digital display, making it feel fancy to Benrey. As he walked along he snapped a photo of anything that caught his eye. Roadkill, the way the sunlight glistened off the jagged edges of a broken window, what at first look like more roadkill but upon zooming in was actually just an old boot that had been run over a few times, and other such things. A lot of it wasn’t really that interesting but he’d never been in Tuefort unsupervised for more an hour or two before.

People passed him, going both ways. The sidewalks were bare enough that his slow pace didn’t bother anyone enough to bump him or tell him to go faster. No one paid any attention to him whatsoever. If he tried to talk to any of them, they’d brush him off, say they were too busy. He’d need a cop uniform if he wanted anyone to heed him. … Gordon had stressed he not cause problems though and borrowing a cop uniform to join their ranks, even for a little while, would undoubtedly cause some. Especially since cops were a lot like the military, right? They liked to shoot things. Getting shot if he got caught trying to sneak in would likely call attention because of the whole healing, not human thing – which Gordon would probably classify as a problem – and he was expressly forbidden from shooting back if he could even get a gun.

What if he did it anyway though? Or if he was breaking the rules, what if he did something properly fun? Like steal a car. He’d never driven in real life before but he could probably figure it out. A car chase with the police had to be even more fun if it was real, right? Not that something being fun in a video game necessarily made it fun in real life but it sure seemed like the kind of thing that would be.

There was car parked on the side of the road ahead. An old rusted blue pickup truck that if video games were anything to go by would probably be pretty slow and clunky to handle. So not exactly the fastest chase but for a first time might be good. He slowed to a stop as he reached it. It was empty, its owner nowhere in immediate evidence

Normally, he’d have just phased through the door and tried to figure out how to steal it from there. It seemed as if it might be fun so why not go for it? But if he did, Gordon would be mad. Not that making him mad was a big issue or anything but… it would mean no PS3 for sure. And Gordon might start hating him again. Not a huge deal but he was just starting to like Benrey and ruining that would be lame.

Also, Gordon might do more than just start hating him again. He might change his mind about keeping him secret from the rest of the scientists. Some or all of whom might decide to try to get Benrey back into Black Mesa’s custody, Gordon may even assist them in such an endeavor. With a car, Benrey could theoretically escape and evade any such attempt much easier than on foot. He could drive out of Tuefort and go anywhere in the world; lose them so thoroughly they had no hope of ever catching up. But that would mean no more Gordon or Tommy or the rest of the Science Team unless they came with him. Tommy was the only one who might and that was a big ‘might’. Probably he’d be alone, possibly for a long time. No one to play games with if he ever did get a console and TV of his own somehow.

And so, he lifted the camera and snapped a photo of the truck before turning away and resuming walking down the sidewalk. Following the rules wasn’t all bad anyway. He was always telling Gordon to follow them, mostly just for fun now that he wasn’t a security guard anymore. So Gordon doing the same to him was justified.

As if blessed by resisting the urge to stop behaving, his phone pinged in his pocket. Putting his camera away, he pulled it out instead. Gordon had responded. ‘I am now. Good morning.’

Not wanting to attempt texting and walking – he’d seen people on TV doing so walk into poles a few too many times to risk such an embarrassment himself – he continued walking until he found a bench he could sit on while he typed out his reply. ‘not gonna ask if im still behaving’

‘No. I trust you. Don’t betray that trust or no PS3 for you.’

Benrey had made the right choice for sure; Gordon trusted him now. Neat! ‘sleep well no more nightmares?’

‘None that I remember.’ Not a ‘no’ though or any kind of confirmation that the rest of his night had been good. ‘Thanks for last night. I appreciate it. Do you think we could have a phone call before I go to sleep tonight?’

‘sure’

‘Thanks. Talk to you then. I need to go eat breakfast.’

Well, now Benrey had something interesting to do later. Not until tonight though. … Bubby was supposed to come back to Tuefort today, right? Benrey closed his text chat with Gordon and scrolled until he found Bubby’s number.

‘hang out when u get back to 2fort play games maybe?’

It was only a few seconds before the answer came. ‘No’

Seems getting back on Gordon’s good side didn’t mean he was back on everyone’s. Not surprising but still…‘:(’ He put his phone away and resumed walking.

Not even five minutes went by before his phone buzzed again. It was Bubby. ‘Fine. We can hang out. I got nothing better to do anyway.’

‘sweet text me when u get here’

***

With the half the survivors off on their rescue mission deeper into the facility and a few more dropped off at the hospital, there were only a few of them left to begin the salvaging of resources, research documents, experiments, computers – even the damaged ones, as long as the hard drive was intact or other parts that could be sold or reused elsewhere – and anything worth taking in general. A small enough number that even Breen was all but forced to bodily help as well. Gordon’s single hand gave him the perfect excuse to drift between assisting Dr. Coomer and Tommy instead of going off on his own like everyone else was doing.

Most of the work involved breaking into the living spaces not marked as belonging to any of the known survivors. They were looking for bits of experiments brought home, research papers, or anything else related to the work done by the scientists of Black Mesa. A lot of scientific advancement had taken place here, some of it with the potential to be pretty big, anything that could be salvaged would likely be worth the effort. At Gordon’s suggestion, they were also collecting personal artifacts to send to families who’d lost loved ones. Which added a whole new layer of work; putting things into boxes marked with the appropriate person’s name.

Naturally, going into unexplored rooms revealed more bodies. Well into the process of liquefying, some were genuinely hard to tell if they were human or alien. After last night’s nightmare, that was even more unsettling than it otherwise would’ve been. Gordon used his missing hand as an excuse to not be the one to drag them to new body pile in the center area to be burned once they were all done here. That left him to search those rooms alone and sadly, the smell didn’t leave with the body. Somehow, he managed to not vomit until the third such room.

By the time his body gave on heaving his guts up, allowing him to straighten, darkness danced at the edges of his vision. He swayed as he left the corner and stumbled out of the room. The smell seemed to follow him, closing the door helped only a little. With a groan he leaned his back against the wall next to and slid down the wall to sit on the floor. Surely a break was warranted.

He pulled out his phone and pushed it open. ‘Hey.’ he texted Benrey because he hadn’t closed their chat.

‘yo’ came the answer a short time later.

‘What you up to?’

‘hanging with bubby u?’

Perhaps Gordon should be worried about that given what happened the last time Benrey and Bubby got buddy-buddy. But he’d moved past that with Bubby a while ago now and seemingly Benrey now too somehow. ‘Taking a break.’ He wanted to talk more but what could he say to continue the conversation? And Benrey had just confessed to being busy hanging out with Bubby so all he added before hitting ‘send’ was, ‘Don’t have much time though. Talk to you later.’

‘k’

Gordon was sort of starting to not be bothered by how bad his texting was. Enough so that reading back over their prior conversations was somewhat comforting. Not as much as more conversation would’ve been but enough to keep him sane until Dr. Coomer announced his return with a classic, “Hello Gordon!”

Putting his phone away, Gordon looked up at him. “Hello Dr. Coomer.”

“Did you find anything in the room while I was disposing of the corpse?” His voice was chipper as always… or not always, but most of the time. Was he really chipper or was it something else making him speak like that? Some kind of speech impediment that effected his tone? He definitely had some kind of speech something going on so… maybe. Regardless he certainly didn’t seem bothered.

“How do you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Not lose your mind.”

“Well, it helps that my mind is in my brain which is inside my steal-plated skull.” He tapped the side of his head. “That makes it quite hard to lose. Have you lost yours? I could help you find it. What does it look like?”

Seemingly Gordon had indeed lost his mind because it had been his idea to come back here to help any survivors they could and he’d volunteered to help with this too. Why had he done that? He could’ve just let it be, not come back to help anyone because he was already out. Surely he couldn’t have been blamed for such; he owed no one any more than he’d already given. But here he was… and he was about to get up and continue, wasn’t he? The research was important but more than that was taking care of the bodies. Burning them in a big heap wasn’t the best funeral but it was far better than letting them continue to rot alone. And their loved ones deserved closure in the form of whatever could be gotten to them alongside the news. Breen hadn’t been planning to do the latter until Gordon had pressed him to, making Gordon’s presence valuable.

And so with a heavy sigh, he stood. “Nah, I’m sure my mind will turn up on its own eventually. For now, let’s go back in here and finish searching it for stuff.” Before Dr. Coomer could answer, he turned and headed back in.

~

Despite their plans and best efforts, they were unable to finish going through the whole living area in a single day. Gordon could perhaps still leave on the morrow, let the rest of them to finish the job. Tempting but he should at least finish making sure people who’d lost loved ones would be getting what they could of said loved one’s possessions. It was the only thing left he could do.

And so after exchanging greetings during the promise pre-bed phone call with Benrey… “Also, I’m probably gonna be staying another day.”

“Why?”

“Gotta finish with this area then most of us are heading back to town. Except for Breen,” at Gordon’s suggestion because he was the head of Black Mesa and thus should stick around until everyone else was out, “and a few others waiting for the rescue team.” After that would come the long arduous process of sending teams down to save what all they could to bring back from the other areas of the facility since it’d be a long time before it was operational again and some of it would be needed at wherever their temporary setup ended up being. Not to mention, hiring the people to even start fixing it couldn’t start until as much of the top secret stuff was removed as possible.

“Lame.”

Lifting his coffee half way to his lips, Gordon paused to look down on the phone, currently on speaker and resting on the couch’s armrest. It was a bit precarious with how close to the edge it had to be to allow the charging cable to reach it but as long as he was careful not to bump it, it should be fine. “Why’s that lame?” He hadn’t expected Benrey to care much.

“It’s boring and your rules are dumb, making it more boring.”

“You got plenty of video games though.”

“Yeah, no online games though and no one to play with. Bubby’s worse at Melee than you and you only got one hand. He doesn’t even like it, said it wasn’t ‘very fun’ don’t know what I see in it.”

“Well… sorry. I’m sure you’ll survive though.”

“Barely.”

“Just uh… continue to behave, please.”

“I will, I will… only ‘cause you promised to buy me a PS3 though so you better keep your promise.”

“Well, when I do head back, Breen’s lending me the company card to rent a space to store all the stuff we’ve already recovered and to rent a building to start setting the lab up in if I can find a good one. And uh… we’re kinda owed something nice, right?”

“Ooh, naughty. Gonna steal some money, huh? I could report you for that. But uh… I ain’t a security guard anymore so… I guess I can look the other way. Just once, only ‘cause I want it real bad.”

“It ain’t stealing. He’s lending me the card and I’m like basically second in command of the company now anyway. I’m calling multiple shots on this salvage operation so… I probably won’t do it but it’s a fun thought, huh?”

“Boo! Lame. Gordon Goody-two-shoes-man over here being a big loser. I finally let you steal something and you chicken out.”

Gordon chuckled hard enough to almost spill his coffee. He had to lean forward and put it back on the coffee table in front of him. “Don’t worry, man, I’ll still get you a PS3, soon as I can, I promise. Gotta worry about getting a more permanent place to stay first though which is gonna be expensive because … duh. But soon as I get back, I’ll play more Melee with you or whatever you wanna play, ‘kay?” That actually sounded like a good time.

“Yeah, ‘kay.”

“Now, uh, in the meantime…” He paused to retrieve his coffee cup, giving him a bit more time to figure out how to word this. He hadn’t given it as much thought as he should’ve before calling. Benrey had given him a good opening angle though. “You said that uh… you like playing games with people. Obviously we can’t over the phone but maybe uh… you play something and talk to me while you do, read the text and stuff, maybe talk to me about it a bit? It wouldn’t exactly be hanging out, watching you play something, but it’d still be less lonely, right?” And more importantly would keep him on the phone with Gordon for potentially a long time, hopefully even all night, if he was willing.

“Don’t you gotta go to sleep soon?”

“Nah, skipping a night of sleep won’t hurt.” Or at least not as much as the nightmares he’d likely have should he attempt to sleep. He’d spent the day rooting through dead people’s stuff and occasionally coming across the dead people themselves, after last night’s nightmare, that was bound to make getting good sleep impossible. So really, not trying to sleep was likely to be more restful in the end.

“Really? You sure? ‘Cause uh… don’t humans sleep every night?”

“Usually, yeah but only because not doing so makes us kinda tired. One night isn’t a big deal though so since you’re like… bored and lonely, hanging out over the phone should help, right?”

“Oh, okay.” Benrey, as expected, didn’t need much convincing. And staying up apparently wouldn’t do him any harm either, making it a win-win. Having a non-human friend was fantastic. “I haven’t started Wind Waker yet so I’ll do that one.”

“Sounds good.” Gordon finally took a sip of his coffee. Brewed as strong as he could bear it, he winced a little at the taste but he’d likely get used to it long before the night was through because it was going to be a long one. Benrey should help make it bearable though.

~

Doing the same stuff as the day prior but this time after a night of no sleep was both harder in some ways and easier in others. Harder in all the ways staying up all night made everything harder; trouble focusing, mild headache, general overall ucky lethargic feeling. Easier in that, emotions and thoughts dulled by exhaustion were harder to stir into despair even upon discovering another forgotten body behind a locked door.

Even when it got up to start shambling towards him he didn’t feel as bothered as he should. Instead he raised his gun hand and riddled it and the headcrab controlling it full of holes. His gun hand wasn’t as loud as normal guns but that didn’t mean it wasn’t loud.

“Wow, that uh… woke me up a bit, I think,” he said over the ringing in his ears as he watched the headcrab zombie fall.

“Fine shooting, Gordon!” Dr. Coomer said, patting him on the shoulder before stepping forward to bend down and grab the corpse’s wrist. “I will drag this to the corpse pile now while you continue our search.”

“’Kay, see you in a bit.” The adrenaline had been the exact thing he needed. He was doing just fine.

They finally finished a few hours after lunch, just a bit too late in the day to justify going back to Tuefort today. Instead Gordon sat down with the rest of the group again. While they all set to chatting, he folded his arms into a pillow for his head on the table in front of him. Surely a quick nap while everyone’s conversation floated over him would be fine. If the nap lasted long enough maybe he wouldn’t even need to go to bed proper tonight… wouldn’t that be nice?

~

Gordon woke with a jolt, his heart racing, his breath fast. Despite that, the dream was already starting to fade from his mind, leaving nothing clear in his memory other than that his dreams had conjured the mass of rotting flesh again. He could almost still smell it even now… no not almost, could.

The headcrab zombie he’d killed had been close enough that some of its gore had splashed on him when he’d shot it. Tired, he hadn’t changed his clothes, especially since a shower wasn’t available; this part of the facility had run out of reserve water yesterday. There wasn’t enough to be overpowering but it did make his stomach churn with nausea.

Shaking his head, he reached over to the nightstand, fumbling along it until he found his glasses. The clock read 11:35pm. Dr. Coomer must’ve brought him to bed, either immediately or once bed time rolled around. His nap had lasted a while. … It didn’t leave him well rested by any means, especially since he’d still had nightmare but it had helped a little anyway.

With a groan he dragged himself out of bed and over to the light switch so he could see well enough to change clothes into something that didn’t have the smell of death clinging to it. Once done, as was becoming habit – whether good or bad was hard to tell – he checked his phone. Benrey had texted several times since their last exchange.

‘yo want to do another call before bed?’ ‘u good?’ ‘tomy said u fell asleep at table wierd place to fall asleep but ok’ Each was about an hour apart, according to their time stamps.

Having been off charge all day, the battery was running low so Gordon wondered back out the living room area to retrieve the charger, bringing it back to his room to plug in while he sat down on the bed to reply. ‘Yeah, exhausting work so took a nap, lasted longer than I thought.’ Should he apologize for worrying Benrey. That’s the vibe he’d got from the texts but… it was hard to tell for sure with just words on a screen. Much more likely, Benrey was bored and thus looking to converse to pass the time. Probably best not to assume anything. ‘You keeping yourself entertained?’

Perhaps lending credence to the idea that Benrey had been worried by Gordon’s lack of response, his reply came swift. ‘sort of im bored call?’ He was saying he was bored though so probably just that. There was no reason he should care enough to be worried.

As Benrey had done to him, instead of responding, Gordon pushed the keyboard back in place, allowing him to call. The charging cable meant that he had to keep it on speaker as it couldn’t reach to his face comfortably but he’d likely have to set it so eventually away like he’d done before.

“How often do you need to sleep anyway?” he asked as soon as Benrey picked up. How many nights in a row could he depend on Benrey to keep him company while everyone else was asleep?

“Uh… like once a week or every other week if I’m really not in the mood. Humans gotta sleep more than that, right?”

“Yeah, we gotta sleep uh… most nights, missing a night here or there is fine though, not an issue at all.” And he didn’t need to mention the whole eight to nine hours thing. Not that Benrey would care but if he told Tommy or Dr. Coomer that Gordon was intentionally not sleeping as much as was recommended, they might try to bother him about it. And then he’d have to explain he wouldn’t be able to sleep well anyway so might as well try to avoid the nightmares via not sleeping until the was too exhausted for them. … Or maybe they wouldn’t care either. Gordon was the only normal human in the group, the weakest among them by far. Why would any of them care about how fragile he was?

“But uh…” he continued before the pause could carry on for too long, “that means, the other night, when you were here and joined me in bed you, um, didn’t need to, right? You just… wanted to?”

“Yeah, bro, you’re warm, it’s nice. Won’t happen again.”

“Nah, it’s fine, you can… I mean, uh… it was nice. So you know, if um… again wouldn’t be bad if you wanted to and… stuff. Only if you want to though… or um… uh…” He shouldn’t have brought it up but if Benrey were physically here right now it would’ve been really fucking nice. So it was probably a good thing he wasn’t because Gordon’s desperate loneliness was pathetic and he really needed to get over it. Especially if it was making the thought of cuddling Benrey of all people sound appealing. Not that it had been bad, just he shouldn’t want to do it again. But could he really be blamed whilst in Black Mesa, the source of his nightmares? Once out, surely it would be better.

“Uh… maybe. Let’s talk ‘bout something else, huh?”

“Yeah, good idea.” Anything would do as long as he wasn’t alone in this horrid little room. He’d go back to Tuefort tomorrow, in the same car as Tommy or Dr. Coomer, didn’t matter which, and then things would go back to being good.

Next Chapter

[zehglitch]

The Fallen Angel

Ezephr's Backstory

— 1

Content Warnings: Human experimentation, child experimentation, kidnapping, violence, toying with people, mentions of death, mentioned abuse/starvation, mentions of children killing each other, dehumanization

Chapter 1 — The Lab

Computers beeped, vast containers full of strange liquid bubbled, and people scribbled notes. These were the only sounds taking up the research facility, the head doctor there to receive their new supplies. The firm, confident steps of the doctor created a new sound that echoed around the room, all eyes turning to him. His sharp eyes studied the line of ‘products’ they'd just finished gathering. Children. Most were babies hardly old enough to go without their mother’s milk, the majority seeming to be human. He frowned with his distaste of their samples and his eyes skipped to the others. “Humans? You couldn't get us a single dragon? Or even a demon?”

The cloaked team that had stolen the children away stared in silence, knowing better than to speak. Only a single one of them stepped forward. “Sir, we collected as many as we could from each continent. We found an elf child, as well as an angel. That is why--” The man was cut off when the doctor raised a hand for silence.

He quirked a brow. “An angel? Are you certain the parents are nowhere to be found? The last thing we need is a flock.” He wandered down the line again until he found the young angel. Brightly colored hair and the purest wings…it was perfect.

The man bowed. “It was discovered with a single angel present, a woman. They seemed to be fleeing from somewhere.”

“And the woman?”

“She has been disposed of, sir.” Silence fell upon the room, and yet the doctor grinned, reaching out and lightly touching the baby in front of him.

His smile was dark. “Well done. But not good enough. A single gold star among stones is far from the quality of many raw diamonds. The addition of the elf aside from the angel is the only reason you still have your heart.” He sent a glare their way before lightly tapping the edge of the basket. “Now then, transport the items to the nursery. Do we have a nursemaid available? Perhaps one that we can keep away from sharp objects, this time?” He scowled at his staff, watching the cowards flinch away from him with an air of satisfaction.

The cloaked group began to collect the children and followed the guidance of the other doctors and staff. “We do have a girl, sir.” One of the men who had been silent approached the doctor, dropping onto his knee. “There was a young wolf critter that saw us. We judged her wolf nature would assist in taking care of many children at once, we apologize for making a decision without prior approval.”

This made the doctor hum, then immediately strike the man, watching as just his head moved. “Making your own decision deserves punishment, but your judgement was correct. This time. Take her to the room, be certain there are enough supplies. Oh, and, go back out. Scout for the possible targets we can claim in five years.” In five years, these children would graduate from the nursery and move on to the next stage. He wasn't all that pleased with the quality this year, but it was better than not getting enough. The doctor had to pause to look at the number of children. Around twenty…and only two were useful. Despicable.

He turned away, heading to the monitors and studying the data of their current children. “Is there a test subject worth acknowledging?” From the way they all looked away, he doubted it. A frown etched his brow and he sighed, fixing his lab coat. “Very well. I suppose the one I had my eye on has also hit a lull. How disappointing.” He didn't miss how the researchers he hired shivered in unison. Rather, he found a sort of twisted pleasure in having so much sway over someone.

The doctor was a smug man at times, but that wasn't the biggest problem with him. A brilliant man that discovered a way to interfere with magiveins to create new magic and reinforce one’s physical strength. Except he experimented solely on sentient beings, never with animals. He called it animal cruelty while displaying a twisted grin and ordering children be captured instead. The man could be violent every now and then, but most of his energy went into studying his test subjects and determining if the method worked.

Then there was the pit. A child that disappointed him fighting against one he has hopes for? That man reveled in the activity. Currently, he had his eyes on the infant angel, drawing his attention away from the wraith that had begun to show promise. The wraith wasn’t improving anymore, so he no longer cared. He was watching his cloaked men transfer the products to the new room, debating if he should get involved this time as well. The test subject seemed to respond positively if they believed there was a familial relationship…perhaps he should indulge in a game.

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This batch of children proved to be both promising and worthless at the same time. The female critter was at least useful. Being of the canis lupus family made her capable of managing so many of them, even providing the bonus she wouldn't resort to suicide. Wolves take care of their pack after all. He was pleased with this, but the best result so far was the angel. The boy, X1, had a knack for healing incantations and he was hardly three years old--not to mention they had never taught these children spells. It was fascinating.

The elf, X4, often huddled in a corner as far from him as possible when he visited to play father. She would always have such a wide eyed stare, as if she already knew his true nature and intentions. Nothing he did convinced her he was friendly…intelligence. That was a bonus and better than the angel. So far the angel had suspicious glances, but would always move on like nothing had happened. Foolish. A habit that would become a weakness to exploit by others…it wasn't perfected yet. He had to create the perfect being.

Or else there was no reason to have targeted the dragons.

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No difference. The children were about to turn five and they still behaved in the same manner. Perhaps a wolf wasn't the best suited after all, she kept them too protected. No matter…they were always moved after turning five. His attention left this batch quickly with the lack of improvement, turning back to the wraith. The child was almost ten and had attacked one of the demon children in a brawl over food. They won. He was impressed, though a bit dissatisfied. Why was the demon still alive? They had to go for the kill.

He sat behind the one way glass, observing all rooms at once using the nearby camera monitors. Wrong. All of it was wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG! The doctor tapped the table, leaning forward and resting his chin in his hand with a rather deep scowl. None of them were satisfactory. He may need to start putting them in the pit again…he had no need for the ones that lose anyway. That demon was useless to him now, no other way to put it. And yet that ridiculous wraith wouldn't kill! He growled to himself and studied the caged areas.

The children were moved to cages often when they weren't good enough for his goal. He had some that were almost adults…if they didn't show results soon, he may need to put them down. That or he could add them to his cloaked men…their gender and race be forgotten, they would simply live to obey him and gather him new subjects. At least that way they actually had a use. The man watched all of them for many hours and still came up with no answer. Very well. He would simply force a result…extreme duress could trigger a response.

Decidedly content with that idea, he searched for someone to apply it to. His eyes landed on the new batch of five year olds. They were used to the comfortable environment of that plain white room, and he never failed to notice that the elf and angel both began to behave differently if he wasn't present in the room. This group…they were young enough to have potential. All he had to do is move them to cages immediately rather than the larger room. Perfect. His grin didn't reach his eyes in the semi-dark room. His plan was set.

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It was difficult for the boy, pretending to not notice the creeping chill down his spine whenever ‘father’ came home. The only name he knew was X1, like the strange mark on the back of his neck. ‘Mother’ always fussed over those marks, and he knew he had one too. Why would his siblings have it, and not him? He was always extra careful to keep his wings close to himself so his brothers and sisters wouldn't hurt them again, but it didn't always work. X1 really liked his sister, X4. She was so nice to his wings and mother said she was older too. He liked having a big sister.

X1 was sitting on one of the three couches, watching his siblings play with the soft, harmless toys they were provided. He was ready to help if someone tripped again, but he was otherwise left out when others played. All they wanted to do was play with his wings and got upset if he said no. It…also felt like he thought differently than they did. His siblings were loud, messy, and went wild when father visited. Father…he didn’t like father. Father looked at them funny, it didn't feel the same as how mother did. He wasn't sure why he knew that.

He shifted, wrapping his wings around his body and sighing in thought. This was boring. Movement drew his attention and he watched his mother as she sat beside him. She was smiling. X1 just stared at her when she ruffled his hair, loosening his wings somewhat. “Well? Are you just going to watch them again today?” Idly, he wondered why his mother looked so different from them. She was covered in fur and her face was shaped different…she had a tail and funny ears too. He leaned into her touch anyway, looking around for X4.

“Mother? Why are we different?” Her hand froze momentarily before sliding again as she tried to come up with an answer.

She tilted her head curiously. “I don't think we are? We're the same.” She lightly poked his nose. “We both have a nose.” She waved her finger in front of his eyes, “We both have eyes.” Then she smiled and her hand slipped down his head to his neck, lightly tickling him. He immediately made a strangled noise and squirmed, laughing with a grin--albeit quietly. “We’re both ticklish.” She kept going until he started batting at her and other kids wanted attention too.

He slipped away when they got crowded, flapping his wings awkwardly as he stumbled. X1 had never learned how to fly yet, though his wings were still a bit too soft to fly with. He watched his mother get swarmed, tucking his wings closer to himself at the sight. That would be unpleasant to be in. A hand touched his shoulder and his wings snapped right back out with a yelp. He spun around with wide eyes to see X4 smiling at him. She didn't speak, but she did reach over and poke his nose with one of her characteristic grins.

He blinked, then tried to return a smile, shuffling his wings to keep them safe, wary of the crowd of children nearby. “Hey…” She lightly grabbed his arm, an action she’d done many times before, pulling him away to her usual corner. His wings fluttered when she yanked him to sit down with her, plopping down a tad roughly before crossing his legs. X4 gave him a questioning look and he immediately avoided her gaze. “I'm fine.” Her pointed look definitely doubted him. “It’s just…why are we here? Different? Why does father feel so scary?”

He looked at his hands, then the floor, lost in thought. Her frail hand entered his vision, tapping the floor for his attention before reaching up and setting it on his head. She was always so quiet. As far as X1 had seen, she rarely said anything. She communicated with her eyes and hand gestures. He’d heard his name once or twice from her, but he didn't really need her to speak. All he knew, is that when she gave him her gentle, calming smile, he felt safe. Mother had the same smile, but she only gave it when father visited. He didn't like that.

He hadn't moved, so of course, X4 chose to bend down and look up at him with a pout. X1 flinched back, then smiled. “I’m okay, I promise.” His worrying didn’t do them any good, their home was happy and he only had to help anyone if they fell wrong. He felt her start ruffling his hair and he closed his eyes, shuffling over so lean against his sister. She continued to pet his head, but her hand eventually slipped down to brush through his white feathers. He flexed his wings, but otherwise leaned into the contact happily.

The two of them sat there in a comfortable silence, leaving the wild crowd of their siblings as a fading noise in the background. Even though none of them knew how little they had, or how strange their life was, they felt like this was perfect. They were never hungry, they had toys and friends to play with, a family, and safety. Their mother was playing with the other children, and they both knew that, but neither wanted to move. Why would they? X1 fully relaxed against his older sister, trusting her to protect his delicate wings as he drifted off.

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His peace didn't last long. The last thing he knew, he'd been cuddled with his sister, the next he was being woken up by a rough voice and someone clinging to him. What he saw when opening his eyes made him freeze up, stealing his voice while filling him with a new kind of confusion. There were people in dark clothes, their faces hidden, pulling his siblings out of the room without a word. The children were shouting and screaming, his mother was pinned and had something around her mouth. Why was she making a sound he'd never heard before?

The most shocking part was how his gentle sister grabbed his head and shoved it against her chest, pinning him and trying to block his vision. Her voice came out weakly, even holding a strange note as if the language was new to her, “No…X1…” Why was she shaking? Then he finally registered pressure around his wings, causing him to automatically try and pull them free. Pain bloomed through his wings and down his spine, drawing a muffled scream out of him. What happened? Where was he? Why were these people here?

His sister only held him tighter when he tried to squirm free--he wanted to see what was wrong with his wings, but she wasn't letting him. He attempted pushing her away, but before he could, big hands grabbed him and the two were pulled apart harshly. Despite being desperate to look behind him at his wings moments before, his eyes were glued to the tearful face of his favorite sister, watching her resist the strange person even when she was put over their shoulder. He reached a hand towards her, their fingers brushing, but never close enough.

It was too late, as they were fully separated, his wings not moving, and everyone being taken. X1 struggled only briefly, then just went limp when all his movements only caused pain to flare down his back. They were walking somewhere, the walls strangely silver and very long, but the only sounds were these people’s steps and the crying of children. Eventually, he chanced moving calmly to see if he was allowed to look at his wings…and they didn’t stop him. Finding that out, he followed through with it and spared a glance.

His wings were bound by something, a rope stretching across them in just the right way that he couldn't feel it unless he tried to move them. That was better than what he thought happened, actually. As some calm settled over him, he began to process what was going on, observing his surroundings. Alright. So for some reason, all of them were being moved and their mother was still at home. Where was father? Did he do this? Probably. The young angel readjusted in the uncomfortable grip and stared at his crying sister worriedly. What now?

They group walked for a while, stopping when they reached a strange area that nearly made his feathers poof. It smelled weird, as if water went bad here…he didn't know the correct words for it. There were others here, however all of them were older than him and his siblings. Where were they? He stiffed when the dark clothed people began to toss his siblings into these things, separating everyone by a certain number in each one. He kept track of X4 closely, but stayed quiet and obedient. They only got hurt if they resisted anyway.

He yelped when he was finally thrown into one, tumbling over the rough ground and feeling his skin tear from the impact. When it finally stopped he curled into himself, but made no sound. He simply bit his lip, lay there for a minute as he waited for the strange people to leave, and listened. Everyone was getting hurt…he could feel it. They were taken from their home and their mother, but why? Maybe this was why he never felt happy when father was home, he might have done this. Worse, he was pretty sure they weren't going to free his wings.

Finally, their steps faded and it was replaced by the sounds of laughter from their new rough reality. He pushed himself up and began to use healing magic on his own wounds before truly looking around. Already, he could see those older kids messing with his siblings, the other ones visible from his own even though he couldn't possibly reach them. In his, there were…two of the other noisy siblings, and his sister. He stiffened when he realized she wasn't moving, scrambling to get to her and ignoring the older kids that were already messing with the others.

He touched her hesitantly, shaking her while activating his magic. “X4! O-open your eyes!” He was scared, his wings were cramping, and she wasn't responding. At the same time, he could see she was breathing and hear the laughter nearby over his actions. Ignoring all of them, he tried sitting beside her, lifting half her body so he could hold her safely. She was heavy to him, but he didn't even care. He just wanted to keep her away from the weird people in here with them--she didn’t deserve this. Her wounds were healing, but they were still trapped.

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[adaginy]

If you ever need Stuff, and it can be (or has to be) slightly old, and doesn't have to be *specific* it just needs to *work*,

look for surplus sales. Surplus sales are when a public/state entity (think universities, department of transportation, etc) needs to get rid of stuff. There are strict rules about them getting rid of stuff, and often, if it still works, they can't throw something away. [state rules may vary, I am speaking from the US so country rules definitely may vary]

It doesn't matter that it's out of date, that it doesn't run the programs they need, that every other desk in the building has those fancy holes for wires to disappear into and this one doesn't. They have to make it available to other departments and then offer it to the public. (Also this cuts down on trash/recycling/disposal costs, also also I think any income from surplus might just be free money that they can add to the budget without having to have detailed plans for it.)

My local university surplus updates its inventory once a week and is open twice a week: Once for people involved in the university, and then later for the public to pick over.

I needed a monitor that was <24 inches for desk space reasons, and had a VGA connection, for old-computer reasons. 25 cents. TWENTY-FIVE CENTS, on a table of older monitors. They have plenty of newer monitors for more, if you need 40-inch HDMI etc etc, but they aren't retail-price either. Computers labeled as "no hard drive" or "for parts only" or whole computers that actually work, would you like an iMac for like $300??

I needed a new office chair, I mentioned recently. Surplus listed having "39 rolling chairs" in stock. I went and they ranged from basically exactly the chair I was replacing to fancy ergonomic whatevers. I got a new chair -- $30 for one that, glancing at the Staples website, would be about $300 new. Pulls to the right a little bit if I'm rolling it down a hallway but I'm not so who cares.

And it's not just office supplies and furniture? When the food service department replaces stuff, same rules apply. When the drama department gets rid of costumes and props.

Lots of 3-ring binders for 25 cents apiece. Aprons, same. I think 25c might be the minimum they can price stuff at. Sports stuff. A/V equipment. Cameras. wires and wood.

Also used cars, and fancy lab/janitorial equipment if you need a $4000 medical-grade freezer for $200[as is, functionality unknown] or a $10,000 floor scrubber for $800[works], but in my experience those are auctions rather than being loaded into the surplus warehouse.

[eldritch-nightmare]

hi- been lurking on your blog for a while lol_ I really like the way you write!!

so I got a really bad (not bad at all I just like the exaggeration) cold and

can I pls PLS have Zalgo taking care of a sick reader who gets petty af when sick & doesn't rest, resulting in him getting sicker ? ty !!

this is silly I know but idc I need fluff in my trying times </3

a/n: aw, thanks! i hope you feel better soon! kinda assuming you want male reader based on the pronouns used in the request so i apologize if you didn't.

zalgo taking care of a sick male!reader who doesn't take care of himself.

warnings: lazari is mentioned bc i refuse to accept the fact that zalgo is a deadbeat dad, very brief mention of murder it isn't important, mention of vomit, uh... mentions of eyes, it's actually all very tame and light.

He does not understand anything about sickness in general. What do you mean you're sick? No. You can't be. He's terrible at taking care of things.

Fully under the assumption that you'll be taking care of yourself because he doesn't know the first thing about caring for others. He's already trying his best by being a dad and your 'boyfriend', as the mortals would call it.

Lazari also never gets sick due to the whole 'daughter of Zalgo' thing so like... he literally has no idea how human sicknesses and diseases work, it's a mystery to him.

So he isn't immediately worried when he sees you not resting, simply because he just assumes that's what all humans do. His perception of human behavior is heavily based on how you behave.

However, once he sees that you're taking a while to get better, Zalgo definitely starts to piece two and two together and realizes that, no, humans most certainly should not be walking around and working while they are sick. His human is just stubborn.

Precious, while you look rather handsome like this, perhaps it would be best if you sat down and rested for a bit.

He'll try to be nice about it because he's a good boyfriend for someone so evil but if you continue refusing care, he won't hesitate to force it upon you. He won't feel bad about it either, because he's doing this for you.

While he won't possess you, per se, he will definitely influence you if you make this harder than it has to be.

He understands that your sickness is common amongst mortals so he isn't going to force you to go to a doctor to receive care. He'll only do that if you get worse, but you're in his care! And he's not going to do anything that'll make your condition worse.

Once he decides that he'll have to care for you himself, it's a full day of research for him. He can't just go in blind, no, what if he accidentally gives you something that'll make you worse? And he takes the research very seriously.

Personally, I imagine him wearing librarian glasses and slowly typing on a really old computer while chewing on some gum but realistically he probably just... possesses some poor soul and uses their body long enough to learn what he needs to know before disposing of them.

Now that he's acquired all the knowledge he needed to know, he actually does a rather good job at caring for you.

He won't be disgusted or anything if you throw up or anything like that either because I mean... he has seen much grosser things so a little human being sick doesn't bother him at all.

He makes sure you're hydrated and he makes sure you take medication when you need to. He can't cook to save his life but he can influence people to cook for you so! He'll just randomly show up with neatly packed food for you. He won't lie to you if you ask where the food came from. I mean, you know that he's not a good guy. He's not even human. You signed up for this, so you shouldn't be surprised.

Eyes. Eyes everywhere. When he can't be there physically, he always makes sure a part of him is left behind so he can monitor your condition to make sure you're actually resting when he's gone.

And on the very, very rare occasion where he can't monitor your condition himself, he'll leave Lazari with you. She can't get sick, and she knows more about human care than Zalgo does, so.

He'll be very relieved once you're better. No offense, he's just not that good at being, well, good.

[solarpunkbusiness]

Fixerman, a solar powered mobile repair and recycling business

On average, a UAE resident produces 17.2 kilogrammes of e-waste every year, driven by an increasing dependence on technology, with devices continuously and frequently upgraded for newer models. As a result, many households have multiple unused or defective devices at home that risk not being disposed of properly or safely.

The team from Fixerman, who operate using solar-powered vans, collected the old gadgets (mobiles, laptops, monitors, computer items and batteries) and had them securely disposed of thanks to Clear Earth Recycling.  

Jassim Bangara, Fixerman Founder, said “We are delighted to have concluded a very impactful and productive e-waste campaign through GEMS Education. Our target was to collect one ton when we kick-started the campaign, but we have exceeded our target and collected 3,069 kg of e-waste.

As a result of this campaign, we have successfully contributed to the reduction of raw material extraction from the earth of materials such as gold, copper and silver, reduced energy consumption as recycled materials generally consume less energy, and avoided harmful methane emissions; yet perhaps, most importantly, through this partnership, we helped students and families to become more conscious of their tech usage and the impact of e-waste

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[mrsociology85]

Hello,

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- Wires

- Computer cables

- T.V/computer monitors

- Car/Forklift/Scooter

Batteries

- Pipes/lawn Furniture/ Old tools

- Washers/Dryers/Refrigerators/Stoves

(there is a environmental fee to

remove appliances) etc.

If you have any questions about what to give, please feel to call anytime:

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[razieltwelve]

Mining the Extranet (Final Effect)

The Extranet is basically the Mass Effect galaxy’s future version of the internet. I know that’s a bit of an oversimplification, but it’ll do for the purposes of discussion.

One of the very first things that the Remnant factions did was mine the Extranet. This was a relatively straightforward process since they can deploy complex artificial intelligences specifically for that purpose. Due to the enormous computational power and the variety of programs at their disposal, there is essentially nothing in the Mass Effect galaxy that can hope to keep a complex artificial intelligence out for any extended period of time.

Remember, complex artificial intelligences are those that are so advanced they have developed their own soul. They are what the Geth wish to become. As a result, unbeknownst to the major factions of the Mass Effect galaxy, the people from Remnant have already mined the Extranet and are busy going through and contextualising what they’ve discovered.

It’s a fascinating thing for many of their artificial intelligences since the Extranet and the technology of the other galaxy was designed without any real input from AIs (excluding the Reaper stuff). They find it interesting but also vaguely disturbing since it feels... empty to them.

AIs in the Remnant Galaxy are used to encountering many of their own kind in the InfoNet, from the simple AIs tasked with monitoring things and cleaning stuff up to the Guardian AIs who oversee security and more complex tasks. It’s like going through a bustling city that is busy 24/7 to a place that’s quiet and kind of lonely.

Complex AIs, remember, can communicate in data bursts that are generally only comprehensible to Synthetics and select organics. Their travel through the InfoNet is often marked by data bursts from other complex AIs that they’re familiar with. But there’s none of that on the Extranet.

Meanwhile, the Geth are busy exploring a walled-off section of the InfoNet and are having the times of their lives. It’s like going from a place where they are outcasts to one where they are welcome like old friends. Access to the InfoNet alone is enough to win them over since it allows them to communicate with and interact with countless other artificial intelligences of varying levels of complexity.

Meanwhile, there is a Dia-Farron out there looting all of the hamster-related content they can get their hands on.

[wastematerial078]

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[radioactivepigeons]

As I’m not yet in my 30s, here’s a bunch: 11, 28, 33, 37, 42, 48, & 69 (nice)

Thank you <3. I forget you're a young'un

11. What's something you saved up for and then regretted buying?

I have some clothes that were super expensive and I don't wear often. But, I am bad a the save up for purchases. Like big ticket items (computer, phone) I tend to buy when I need to replace them and so there's an electronics fund. And, I haven't bought a house yet, so maybe that will be a big purchase with regret?

28. Be honest, do you like all of the pictures of their babies that your friends send you?

A lot of my friends with babies are still on facebook, and I dont go one enough. So, I dont mind the limited stream of baby pictures I get? My brother used to spam me with puppy pictures, and honestly, no complaints about that either.

33. What's something you collect?

Bad ideas? Good book lines? Bullet journals? Greeting cards that I should write and send to my friends and mutuals because I definitely went out and bought a ferret-themed card for someone and its been sitting on my desk for a year?

There is also a truly impressive collection of empty seltzer cans on my bedside table, but I just brought up a box so I can recycle them.

37. Do you still listen to the same music you listened to in high school?

I didn't listen to that much music in high school. I liked NPR and I listened to a lot of audiobooks, but I dont really remember explicitly going out and getting CDs to explicitly listen to music. Weirdly, I got more into it in college. And some of my taste is the same, and some has changed?

42. What's an unjustifiably expensive appliance that you really want? A 22" Mac Retina monitor. Silver. And a garbage disposal. Also a mangle because I like the feeling of ironed sheets but I am too lazy to iron my own sheets.

48. If you could build your home from scratch, what outrageous feature would you want to build into it? A bathroom with a hand-laided tile floor made of vintage tiles. I love old school hand tiled bathrooms. An airing room for clothes drying so I only need to use the dryer for underwear and maybe jeans.

69. What are you looking forward to next week? We're hopefully going to get together with my grandmother, which should be nice. Also, at some point, we're going to get some kind of frozen treat and I am very excited to be the kind of adult who can go buy herself fun ice cream flavors. One time they had gin rickey which was super interesting.

[digitalsanshta]

In today’s digital world, electronic devices have become an integral part of our lives. From smartphones and laptops to home appliances and wearable gadgets, we are surrounded by electronics that make life easier. However, with rapid technological advancements comes an inevitable outcome: electronic waste, or e-waste. Disposing of this e-waste responsibly is crucial, and that’s where WasteMaterial.in steps in — offering e waste collection from home with ease and efficiency.

What is E-Waste and Why is it Harmful?

E-waste includes discarded electronic devices such as old computers, broken mobile phones, damaged televisions, used batteries, and other electronic gadgets that are no longer usable or needed. These devices often contain hazardous materials like lead, mercury, cadmium, and other toxic elements. When not disposed of properly, these substances can leach into the soil and water, posing serious threats to human health and the environment.

Improper disposal also leads to the loss of valuable materials like gold, silver, copper, and rare earth metals that could otherwise be recovered through proper recycling.

WasteMaterial.in — Simplifying E Waste Collection from Home

At WasteMaterial.in, we understand that the biggest barrier to responsible e-waste disposal is convenience. Most people are unsure where or how to dispose of old electronics safely. That’s why we’ve created a simple, reliable, and eco-friendly solution — e waste collection from home.

With just a few clicks, you can schedule a pickup of your electronic waste from the comfort of your home. No need to visit collection centers or worry about transportation. We come to you.

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Our process is designed to be fast, easy, and stress-free:

Visit WasteMaterial.in — Go to our website and navigate to the e-waste collection section.

Schedule a Pickup — Fill out a quick form with your contact details, address, and the type of e-waste you wish to dispose of.

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There are several reasons why thousands trust WasteMaterial.in for e waste collection from home:

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Our e waste collection from home service is ideal for:

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[equipment-hq]

Unlock Value with IT Asset Recovery

The Hidden Value in Old Technology

In today’s fast-paced digital world, businesses and individuals constantly upgrade their technology to stay competitive and efficient. This cycle of innovation often leaves behind outdated computers, servers, and other equipment that clutter offices and homes. Choosing to sell your old IT assets presents a smart opportunity to reclaim value from these items. Rather than letting obsolete devices gather dust or contribute to electronic waste, selling them through specialized programs allows users to recover financial value while promoting sustainability. These programs assess the condition and specifications of devices, offering cash or credit based on their market worth, turning what might seem like junk into a valuable resource.

The appeal of this approach lies in its dual benefits: financial gain and environmental responsibility. Businesses can recoup a portion of their investment in outdated hardware, redirecting funds toward new technology or operational needs. Individuals, meanwhile, can offset the cost of personal upgrades, such as a new laptop or smartphone. By participating in these programs, users contribute to a circular economy, reducing the demand for raw materials and minimizing the environmental impact of electronic waste. This process transforms old technology into an asset rather than a liability, aligning with modern values of efficiency and eco-consciousness.

Streamlining with Hardware Buyback Programs

For organizations managing large volumes of equipment, hardware buyback programs offer a structured and efficient solution. These programs are designed to simplify the process of disposing of outdated technology, providing businesses with a seamless way to clear out old devices while maximizing returns. Specialized providers evaluate the equipment, considering factors like age, condition, and market demand, to offer competitive payouts. This approach is particularly valuable for companies upgrading their IT infrastructure, as it offsets the cost of new systems while ensuring responsible disposal of obsolete hardware.

The process is tailored to meet the needs of businesses of all sizes. A small startup might use these programs to trade in a few laptops, while a large enterprise could dispose of entire server racks. Many providers offer additional services, such as data wiping and secure transport, ensuring that sensitive information is safely removed before devices are resold or recycled. This comprehensive support reduces the logistical burden on businesses, allowing them to focus on core operations while benefiting from a streamlined, eco-friendly solution. By integrating these programs into their IT lifecycle, companies can maintain efficiency and financial agility.

Financial Benefits of IT Asset Recovery

One of the primary advantages of selling old IT assets is the financial return it generates. Businesses often invest heavily in technology, and recouping even a fraction of that cost can make a significant difference. For instance, a company replacing outdated desktops can use the proceeds from a buyback program to fund new monitors or software licenses. This reinvestment cycle supports growth without requiring additional capital, making it an attractive strategy for budget-conscious organizations. Individuals, too, can benefit by using the funds from selling old devices to upgrade their personal tech, such as purchasing a faster laptop or a more advanced smartphone.

The financial benefits extend beyond immediate payouts. By clearing out obsolete equipment, businesses free up valuable space, reducing storage costs and creating a more organized work environment. Additionally, many programs handle the logistics of pickup and processing, eliminating disposal fees that might otherwise apply. For companies operating on tight margins, these savings can be reinvested into areas like employee training or marketing, further enhancing ROI. This approach transforms what might be seen as a cost into a revenue-generating opportunity.

Promoting Sustainability Through Responsible Disposal

Selling old IT assets is not just about financial gain—it’s a step toward a greener future. Electronic waste is a growing global concern, with millions of tons of discarded devices ending up in landfills each year. By participating in hardware buyback programs, users ensure that their devices are either refurbished for resale or recycled responsibly. This process reduces the environmental impact of discarded electronics, which often contain hazardous materials like lead or mercury. Refurbished devices find new life in secondary markets, extending their usability and reducing the need for new manufacturing.

The environmental benefits resonate with both individuals and businesses seeking to align with sustainable practices. Companies can enhance their corporate social responsibility profiles by adopting eco-friendly disposal methods, appealing to customers and partners who prioritize green initiatives. For individuals, participating in these programs offers a way to contribute to environmental conservation without significant effort. By choosing to sell or recycle old technology, users play a role in reducing waste and conserving resources, making a tangible difference in the fight against pollution.

Simplifying Transitions and Upgrades

Hardware buyback programs simplify the transition to new technology by removing the hassle of managing old equipment. For businesses undergoing major upgrades, such as transitioning to cloud-based systems or modernizing office hardware, these programs provide a convenient way to offload outdated devices. The process is streamlined, with providers often handling everything from assessment to pickup, allowing companies to focus on integrating new systems. This efficiency is particularly valuable during time-sensitive projects, ensuring minimal disruption to operations.

For individuals, selling old IT assets makes upgrading personal devices more accessible. The funds generated can offset the cost of a new phone, tablet, or gaming console, making the transition smoother and more affordable. The simplicity of these programs, often requiring just an online quote and device drop-off, removes barriers to participation. By offering a practical solution for managing old technology, these programs empower users to stay current with minimal effort and maximum benefit.

Conclusion: A Win for Wallets and the Planet

The decision to sell old IT assets through hardware buyback programs offers a powerful combination of financial, operational, and environmental benefits. These initiatives transform outdated technology into a source of revenue, enabling businesses and individuals to fund upgrades while promoting sustainability. By streamlining the disposal process and ensuring responsible recycling, these programs align with modern values of efficiency and eco-consciousness. Whether for a company refreshing its IT infrastructure or an individual upgrading personal devices, this approach unlocks value and simplifies transitions. Embracing these solutions is not just about clearing space—it’s about building a smarter, greener, and more prosperous future.

[kelownajunkremoval]

Boost Workplace Efficiency with Commercial Junk Removal Services in Kelowna

In today’s fast-paced business environment, workplace efficiency is more important than ever. From maximizing productivity to ensuring a safe and pleasant environment for your employees and clients, every square foot of your commercial space should contribute positively to your operations. But what happens when junk, outdated furniture, or renovation debris gets in the way? That’s where commercial junk removal Kelowna services come in — especially when provided by professionals like Kelowna Junk Removal Ltd.

With years of experience and a deep commitment to quality service, Kelowna Junk Removal Ltd helps local businesses declutter, dispose of waste responsibly, and regain control of their workspaces. Let’s explore how commercial junk removal can significantly boost your workplace efficiency and why choosing a local expert makes all the difference.

Why Clean Workspaces Matter in Business

A clean and organized commercial environment goes beyond aesthetics. It directly impacts how your business operates. Here are a few reasons why a junk-free office or warehouse is vital:

Increased Productivity: Employees are more productive when they work in tidy, organized environments.

Improved Safety: Piles of junk can pose tripping hazards or block emergency exits, increasing liability risks.

Enhanced Professional Image: First impressions matter. A clutter-free office space conveys professionalism to clients and partners.

Reduced Stress: Physical clutter can contribute to mental clutter, which decreases overall employee satisfaction.

What is Commercial Junk Removal?

Commercial junk removal refers to the process of clearing out unwanted, unused, or obsolete items from business premises. This could include:

Office furniture (desks, chairs, cubicles)

Electronics (computers, monitors, printers)

Renovation debris

Storage cleanouts

Packaging waste

Broken equipment

Pallets, crates, or outdated inventory

The goal is to safely and efficiently dispose of these items with minimal disruption to your operations.

Signs Your Business Needs Professional Junk Removal

Many business owners put off hiring a junk removal company, thinking they can handle it themselves or assign it to their team. However, that approach often leads to wasted time and energy. Here are some signs it’s time to call the pros:

You’re running out of space for day-to-day operations.

You’re storing old or broken items “just in case.”

Your storage room is overflowing and disorganized.

You’re preparing for an office move or renovation.

You’ve just completed a major cleanup or event.

If any of these apply, professional junk removal is not just a convenience — it’s a necessity.

Kelowna Junk Removal Ltd: Experts in Commercial Cleanouts

Kelowna Junk Removal Ltd stands out as a trusted partner for commercial junk removal services in Kelowna and the surrounding areas. With a skilled team, quick turnaround times, and eco-conscious disposal methods, they deliver unmatched value to businesses of all sizes.

Key Services Offered

Office Cleanouts: Ideal when moving, renovating, or downsizing.

Retail Junk Removal: Perfect for stores updating their interiors or clearing excess stock.

Warehouse Cleanups: Clear out large, heavy items without risking staff injury.

Construction Debris Removal: Timely pick-ups to keep your job site clean and safe.

Whether you’re a small business, corporate office, property manager, or construction company, Kelowna Junk Removal Ltd tailors its services to fit your exact needs.

The Junk Removal Process: Simple and Stress-Free

Kelowna Junk Removal Ltd simplifies the process into just a few easy steps:

Initial Contact: Call or submit a request online. Share photos or descriptions of what needs removing.

On-Site Estimate: The team provides a no-obligation quote after viewing the junk.

Scheduling: Book a date and time that minimizes disruption to your business.

Removal: The professionals arrive, load the junk, and clean up the area.

Disposal: Items are sorted for donation, recycling, or ethical disposal.

This streamlined process ensures that you can focus on your business while they handle the heavy lifting — literally.

How Commercial Junk Removal Boosts Workplace Efficiency

Let’s break down the specific ways junk removal contributes to business efficiency:

1. Optimized Space Usage

Every square foot in your workplace costs money. Junk that takes up valuable space could instead be used for productive work — additional desks, storage, or customer-facing areas.

2. Time Savings

Your staff should be focusing on core tasks, not dragging old furniture to the curb. Professionals get the job done faster and safer.

3. Improved Morale

Clean environments have been shown to boost employee morale. Workers feel more respected and motivated in tidy, well-maintained surroundings.

4. Compliance with Safety Standards

Avoid fines or worker’s compensation claims by keeping your workplace hazard-free. A junk-free environment meets health and safety standards.

5. Better Inventory Control

Decluttering storage areas allows for easier organization of tools, stock, or supplies, making inventory management more efficient.

Junk Removal for Every Type of Business

Kelowna Junk Removal Ltd caters to a wide range of industries:

Offices: Old computers, filing cabinets, and cubicle systems

Retail Stores: Broken displays, shelving, outdated inventory

Restaurants: Kitchen equipment, seating, fixtures

Healthcare Facilities: Exam tables, medical furniture

Educational Institutions: Desks, chalkboards, electronics

Construction Sites: Scrap metal, drywall, packaging waste

No matter your industry, having a reliable junk removal partner is a long-term asset.

Customized Scheduling and Flexible Options

Time is money, and downtime can cost businesses thousands. Kelowna Junk Removal Ltd understands this and offers:

After-Hours Service: Remove junk outside of business hours to avoid disruption.

Same-Day and Emergency Services: For urgent cleanups or last-minute needs.

Regular Pickups: Schedule routine removals to keep your business clutter-free all year long.

Flexibility is built into their service model, ensuring minimal impact on your operations.

Responsible Disposal: Recycling, Donations & Eco-Ethics

Not all junk needs to go to the landfill. Kelowna Junk Removal Ltd practices responsible waste management, which includes:

Donating usable items to local charities and shelters.

Recycling electronics, wood, and metals where possible.

Complying with local waste regulations to reduce the environmental impact.

This not only aligns with sustainable business practices but also appeals to eco-conscious clients and staff.

Success Stories from Local Businesses

Many Kelowna businesses have already reaped the benefits of professional junk removal. Here’s what a few satisfied clients had to say:

Why Choose Kelowna Junk Removal Ltd?

✅ Locally Owned and Operated: Supporting a local business that understands your needs.

✅ Fully Insured: Peace of mind during every project.

✅ Transparent Pricing: No hidden fees or surprises.

✅ Professional and Friendly Team: Courteous, experienced, and respectful of your property.

✅ Environmentally Responsible: Your junk is disposed of the right way.

Tips for Maintaining a Clutter-Free Workspace

After your initial junk removal, here are some tips to keep your business clean:

Schedule routine cleanups to prevent clutter buildup.

Implement a minimalism policy — only keep what adds value.

Label storage areas for better organization.

Designate a junk zone where old items go before removal.

Encourage team participation in keeping the workspace tidy.

These small changes can have a big impact on your business environment.

Conclusion: Invest in Efficiency, Cleanliness & Sustainability

Don’t let junk slow down your operations or affect your team’s performance. With Kelowna Junk Removal Ltd, you’re not just getting a cleaner space — you’re investing in your business’s efficiency, safety, and reputation.

As the demand for sustainable and effective business solutions grows, more companies are turning to eco friendly junk removal Kelowna providers to handle their waste responsibly. Kelowna Junk Removal Ltd leads the way with top-tier service and a green mindset that aligns with the values of today’s businesses.

Ready to transform your workspace? Contact Kelowna Junk Removal Ltd today and experience the boost in efficiency that only a clutter-free environment can provide.

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Leading Electronic Waste Management Services in Dubai – E-scrappy Recyclers

Efficient Electronic Waste Management in Dubai by E-scrappy Recyclers

As the world becomes increasingly digitized, the challenge of managing electronic waste grows more urgent. In cities like Dubai, where technology drives both businesses and lifestyles, proper electronic waste management is no longer optional—it is essential. E-scrappy Recyclers provides cutting-edge solutions for collecting, refining, and recycling electronic waste in an environmentally responsible and secure manner.

The Need for Responsible Electronic Waste Management

Electronic devices contain materials that can be both valuable and hazardous. Metals like gold, silver, and copper are recoverable through recycling, while toxic substances such as lead, cadmium, and mercury pose serious threats to the environment if not handled correctly. With E-scrappy Recyclers’ advanced electronic waste management services, you can ensure that your old devices are processed with the utmost care.

Improper disposal of electronics can lead to soil contamination, water pollution, and increased landfill waste. Our goal is to minimize these risks by turning e-waste into reusable resources through eco-friendly practices and secure processes.

What We Offer – Full-Spectrum E-Waste Management Services

At E-scrappy Recyclers, our electronic waste management solutions are tailored to serve businesses, institutions, and residential clients across Dubai. 

We handle a wide array of electronic materials, including:

Laptops, desktops, and computer accessories

Mobile phones, tablets, and batteries

Printers, copiers, and scanners

TVs, monitors, and other display units

Network equipment and data servers

Industrial and medical electronic equipment

Each item is thoroughly evaluated and processed according to industry standards. Whether you’re upgrading your office systems or clearing out outdated home electronics, we provide a simple, safe, and sustainable solution.

Our Eco-Friendly Waste Refining Process

We use a systematic and scientific approach to electronic waste management that involves sorting, dismantling, refining, and recycling. Our refining facilities use advanced techniques to extract reusable metals and materials while neutralizing harmful elements. This reduces dependency on raw mining and lowers the overall environmental impact.

Through responsible refining, we help businesses contribute to the circular economy by turning waste into usable commodities, effectively closing the loop on electronic product lifecycles.

Data Security During E-Waste Disposal

We understand that electronic devices often contain confidential data. As part of our comprehensive electronic waste management process, we offer secure data destruction services that include:

Certified data wiping

Degaussing for magnetic storage

Physical destruction of storage media

Clients receive a Certificate of Data Destruction for their records, ensuring peace of mind and compliance with data protection laws in Dubai and beyond.

Compliance and Sustainability at Every Step

At E-scrappy Recyclers, we are fully committed to operating within the environmental and regulatory frameworks established by UAE authorities. Our electronic waste management services are compliant with local and international standards, ensuring responsible handling, safe disposal, and full transparency.

We provide businesses with detailed reports, pickup logs, and recycling certificates—ideal for sustainability audits, CSR reporting, and regulatory compliance.

Who We Serve – Electronic Waste Solutions for All Sectors

Our electronic waste management services are available for:

Corporates and small businesses

Government agencies and public institutions

Educational campuses and research labs

Hospitals and healthcare centers

Retailers and logistics companies

Households and individuals

No job is too big or too small. Whether you need a one-time pickup or ongoing collection plans, E-scrappy Recyclers can tailor the right solution for your needs.

Why Choose E-scrappy Recyclers in Dubai?

Industry-leading waste refining technologies

End-to-end collection and disposal service

Fully licensed and environmentally certified

Data protection and security compliance

Transparent documentation and reporting

Customer-focused service with flexible scheduling

By choosing E-scrappy, you’re not just discarding electronics—you’re making an environmentally responsible choice that supports Dubai’s sustainable development goals.

Contact Us for Professional E-Waste Management

Take the first step toward safer, smarter, and greener waste handling. Visit our website to learn more about our electronic waste management services in Dubai. Schedule a pickup, request a quote, or speak with our experts for a customized e-waste solution.

At E-scrappy Recyclers, we’re not just recycling electronics—we’re redefining the future of waste management through technology and trust.

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How to Dispose of E-Waste

Introduction

If you no longer need an electronic item because it’s unusable or broken, that’s electronic waste (e-waste). Old computers, mobiles, tablets, televisions, printers, monitors, chargers, batteries, and home appliances like washing machines and microwaves are all included in this category.

You can either donate or sell your device if it’s still working. If it doesn’t, you can either recycle or dispose of it.

Why Is It Important to Dispose of E-Waste Properly?

When e-waste is not disposed of properly, the consequences can be serious. Electronics contain substances like lead and cadmium that are hazardous to human health. These can leach into soil and groundwater, affecting local agriculture and drinking water supplies.

Improper disposal also increases the risk of data theft. Devices tossed in the trash or sold without being wiped can fall into the wrong hands. This is especially dangerous for businesses handling sensitive customer or financial data.

Lastly, e-waste sent to unregulated recycling facilities, often in developing countries, can lead to unsafe working conditions, child labor, and toxic exposure for workers. By choosing certified recyclers and ethical programs, you help prevent these global injustices.

Safe and Responsible Ways to Dispose of E-Waste

There are several responsible ways to dispose of e-waste. The right method depends on the condition of the item, its type, and whether you’re disposing of it as a homeowner or business.

Donate Working Electronics

If your old laptop or phone still works, you can donate it instead of throwing it away. Many companies, nonprofits, and educational institutions would love to take used electronics.

Donating cuts down on waste and helps people in need. Even if your device is old, it will be valuable to charitable organizations or low-income individuals who can’t afford newer technology. Before donating, make sure to erase all personal information and reset the device to its original settings.

Sell or Trade-In

Try selling your device online on Craigslist, eBay, or Facebook if you feel it’s still worth it. You’ll be surprised how many people are looking for old devices at a lower cost.

Many manufacturers and merchants also offer trade-in programs. Companies like Apple, Samsung, and Best Buy offer cash or store credit when you trade in your old device. These programs guarantee that your device is responsibly recycled or reused.

Use a Certified E-Waste Recycler

The most eco-friendly way to dispose of broken devices is to take them to an authorized e-waste recycling facility. These facilities are set up to safely dismantle devices, recover valuable materials, and properly dispose of hazardous waste.

Choose recyclers certified by reputable organizations like R2 (Responsible Recycling) or e-Stewards. These certifications ensure the recycler adheres to morally and ecologically responsible standards.

Never throw electronics in the trash because the hazardous components in them aren’t intended for disposal in municipal landfills.

Take Part in Local E-Waste Collection Activities

Many cities and local governments organize e-waste collection days and drop-off activities. These community projects make it easy for locals to safely get rid of old electronics.

To find out when these events take place, contact the waste management department of your city or nearby recycling facilities. Computers, phones, TVs, and batteries are often accepted for free or a small fee.

E-Waste Disposal for Businesses

If you’re running a business, you need to regularly update your laptops, printers, and servers. So, the e-waste you generate will be significantly higher than that of a typical household. Here’s how you can dispose of it:

Work with certified e-waste recyclers with data destruction services.

Maintain a log of disposed items for auditing purposes.

Educate employees on e-waste disposal policies.

Set up internal recycling bins or collection points for electronics.

Make sure to erase the data from old devices to avoid data breaches or any legal consequences.

How to Reduce E-Waste

Disposal is just one part of the solution. Reducing the amount of e-waste you generate is equally important. Here are some tips to reduce your tech waste:

Buy high-quality electronics that last longer and come with repairable parts.

Avoid frequent upgrades unless necessary.

Repair broken items instead of replacing them.

Use protective cases to extend the life of your devices.

Share or donate unused electronics instead of letting them sit unused.

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