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kazcreates · 1 year ago

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Simple Solutions

Summary: A glimpse into a soft morning in the Rietveld-Fahey-Ghafa household, and a show of how partners complete each other.

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54864406

“Damn it!” Kaz shouted, loud enough to startle his partners who were lounging in the living room.

Before Jesper and Wylan could challenge each other to Rock, Paper, Scissors to decide who was to get up, Inej slipped from the nest of blankets that she and her partners had bundled together on the couch. Her feather-light footsteps made no sound, and yet she knew Kaz could sense her presence as she slipped into the kitchen.

He was leaning over the counter, propped up on his elbows, his face in his hands. She worried for a moment that he might have hurt himself, then she saw it.

Small droplets of waffle batter surrounded the large red bowl that Kaz had been using to mix it all up in. Inside said bowl, half-submerged in sticky batter, were Kaz’s glasses.

His eyesight had been getting worse over the years, too many knocks to the head during countless brawls and jobs gone sideways. It had taken quite a bit of convincing before they finally got him to visit the optometrist and had gone home with a pair of corrective lenses set in thin black frames.

“Damned things keep falling off and now look,” Kaz grumbled, rubbing his face roughly with the palms of his hands. He glared at the batter-caked glasses as Inej plucked them out of the bowl. One of the most feared men in half the countries in the world, at war with a pair of spectacles.

Inej couldn’t fight the smile that pulled at her lips.

“Don’t laugh,” Kaz whined, burying his face in his hands again. There was no commanding in his voice, this wasn’t the feared Dirtyhands giving an order. This was an embarrassed Kaz Rietveld begging his wife not to make fun of him. “It’s bad enough that we missed Jesper’s birthday because of my surgery. I just wanted to make a nice breakfast for all of us.”

“Breakfast isn’t ruined, you know,” Inej chided him gently. She reached for the towel which hung on the stove handle, and dampened it beneath the faucet.

“And if I may, it’s not your fault we missed my birthday. I have the memory of a goldfish,” Jesper piped up, moving from the doorway and moving up behind Kaz, snaking his arms around his waist. “I’m not holding it against any of you. Especially not you. You needed that surgery.”

“My leg has been messed up for 13 years, it could’ve waited another day,” Kaz said, his voice low and gravelly with contentment, as Jesper nuzzled his head into Kaz’s shoulder.

“Speaking of which, have you had your medication?” Wylan called from the living room.

“If you’re going to eavesdrop, my dear merchling, you may as well join us!” Jesper called back, clasping a hand over Kaz’s ear as not to yell directly into it.

“If you insist,” Wylan sighed dramatically, sweeping into the kitchen with a blanket wrapped snugly around his shoulders. He’d picked up on Jesper’s theatrics over the years.

“How is your leg doing, Kaz?” Inej asked, giving the glasses a final wipe with the rag.

“It doesn’t hurt so bad this morning. In fact, I think this is the best it’s felt in months,” Kaz admitted, melting a little as Jesper pressed kisses to the side of his neck.

“I’m glad,” Wylan said, folding his blanket over the back of one of the chairs at the dining table. He rolled up his sleeves and went about finishing the breakfast that Kaz had started, hushing him when he began to protest.

“You should probably get off your feet either way, darling,” Jesper said, and, without warning, swept Kaz off of his feet, narrowing avoiding knocking into Inej.

Kaz rolled his eyes, but didn’t say anything more. He was getting better at allowing himself to be taken care of. And with all of the progress that he’d made in touch over the past decade, he had no objections with being as close to his partners as he could get.

Jesper set him down carefully in one of the dining chairs, and then stepped back, like an artist admiring his work. “Hmm… something’s missing,” he said, tapping a finger against his chin. “Ah! Inej, give me those glasses.”

Inej handed over the freshly cleaned glasses.

Jesper took them carefully, and placed his hands over the hinges. The screws tightened, making the arms more rigid. Then he ran his hands along the plastic, molding it beneath his fingers. When he was finished, he set them gently against Kaz’s nose, tucking the arms over his ears.

“There. Perfection,” Jesper grinned, placing a kiss against Kaz’s forehead, before ruffling his hair just to annoy him.

“It’s getting long,” Inej noted, twirling a strand of Kaz’s hair so that it stood almost directly up on his head.

He pressed it back down against his head. She was right though. The sides had grown out enough to curl around his ears, and the top was long enough to fall into his eyes if he didn’t brush it back. He hadn’t ever let it get this long since he was a child.

“You’re starting to look like a farm boy again,” Jesper teased. “It’s a good look on you.”

Kaz shook his head, but he was smiling.

These were the moments that had made ever moment of pain and agony worth it. Healing had been a hell of a process, and he wasn’t near finished with it. But he’s grown a lot since he was seventeen. He hoped to grow some more, with his Crows right by his side.

Wylan set the first plate of waffles down on the table in front of him.

“Candles?” Kaz asked, trying to focus on speech as Inej braided the longer strands of his hair.

“Gasp, birthday waffles? You shouldn’t have,” Jesper again with the theatrics. He fetched the candles from a drawer and placed them into the fluffy center of the stack of waffles.

An off-key rendition of happy birthday began and ended in a fit of laughter.

The Rietveld home full of love and life once again.

#six of crows fanfic #six of crows #soc fic #soc #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #grishaverse #polycrows #domestic fluff #Soulbounduniverse #<- technically. can be read a stand-alone

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cr8zd-ace · 8 months ago

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Unknown Saviors

Here is the first (Technically second) Part of the second stage of "Mediaverse"!! Don't really got much else to say, so enjoy!

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After The Daemon Sisters, Scanty and Kneesocks, seem to have perfectly devised their plan to dominate the multiverse, they traveled to where they could manipulate the strongest warriors passed on throughout history to help them.

Kneesocks looked at a tablet-like device which was showing her and Scanty where they were. “This is where we can start recruiting unexpecting civilians to act on our plan with us.”

Scanty smiled and nodded at what his sister told her. “Excellent. This is the universe with the new generation of Rochambeau warriors, so their power will be quite efficient if we successfully acquire it.”

Kneesocks grinned. “I’ll gather some supplies for a doomsday device, and you gather the warriors and lure them into helping us. Does that sound alright?”

Scanty agreed. “It does, sister~! For this is Phase 1 of our plan to conquer the multiverse. However, I can’t help but wonder how the warriors of this generation put their strength and power to use…”

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Cut to Rock, Paper, and Scissors fighting over the TV remote while Deep Cut watched.

“Ay! (Guys, stop fighting! You know it won’t solve anything!)��, Big Man said while trying to break up the fight.

He turned to Shiver and Frye, who were currently betting on who would win the brawl. “AY!? (Are you guys SERIOUSLY making bets!?)”

“Yes. And I bet on Rock to win. He’ll easily clobber the other two~..”, Shiver said with a cheeky expression.

Frye cackled. “This is GOLD! Those guys are DESPERATE to take control! But who out of the three of them will reign victorious?”

Shiver saw how Frye was watching the fight. “Well, we WERE betting. Frye’s just acting like a sports announcer now.”

Frye spotted the actual prize of the winner, the TV remote nowhere near the radius of the Rocham-Bros. She swiftly picked it up and changed the channel to a wrestling match.

The objects stopped fighting when they saw what Frye had done. “HEY! No fair, you weren’t fighting with us!”, Scissors yelled out.

“You snooze, you lose, Snippy!” Frye snickered as she watched what she wanted to watch. “This is quality television anyway!”

Paper rolled his eyes. “Of course. But, you’re smarter than that, Frye, and you know it! There are better things to watch than watching two guys in a ring doing nothing but fighting.”

Frye cackled again. “If you’re gonna talk down wrestling like that, look how you do the same thing with your own roommates!”

Paper had a cocky smile. “Well, unlike that trash, it isn’t scripted and is all real.”

Frye grinned at him as well. “Think of the similarities, though! You guys are the wrestlers in a three-way brawl, the living room is the ring, and the remote in this case is the championship belt. Doesn’t it all connect?”

“It DOES!” Scissors eagerly climbed behind the couch and sat next to Frye. “We’re just three warriors in an endless battle, fighting for what we desire most.”

“Scissors, don’t encourage her!”

Rock chimed in. “It kinda does sound pretty accurate.. But I don’t like when we fight at all! If only there was a non-violent way we could solve things…”

Shiver put a hand on Rock’s shoulder. “But you should be a little proud of yourself. You know when you want something, and you’d go to extreme lengths to get it. Doesn’t it feel nice to test your strength against those who you hold close?”

Rock seemed a little weirded out at Shiver’s assumptions. “Wha- No! Why do you wanna know MY strength specifically?”

Shiver smiled hopefully. “I see greatness in you, Rock. Greatness in combat. It’s okay not to prefer fighting, but you have to fight at some point, and you must build up the strength to do so.”

Scissors came to lean on Rock. “The lady’s right. Or, are you just too scared to fight? Too much of a coward to make any real moves-” He then received a punch in the gut from Rock.

“..Not against you, Scissors. Never against you.”

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Meanwhile, Kneesocks, with a human disguise, was looking through a hardware/technology store trying to look for supplies to build the doomsday device.

“Hm. In a matter of time, I’ll have all the required items to build the device.”, Kneesocks said while placing supplies in her shopping cart.

She began to smile. “I’m sure that Scanty will be very proud of my efforts, but I wonder how the search for the Rochambeau warriors is going..”

Kneesocks suddenly remembered that she needed blueprints to plan out what the device is going to look like, “Oh, how could I have forgotten! I need custom blueprints..”

Kneesocks went to find blueprints, only to find that none were left. “No blueprints left!? This is preposterous!!” She continued to look around the store until she saw that a pencil was walking out of the store with the said blueprints, and seemed to have taken the last ones.

Kneesocks grumbled and marched up to the pencil. “Excuse me, miss…”

The pencil turned around. “Oh. Can I help you with anything?”

“You possess the blueprints that I need for something very important.” The demon loomed over the pencil. “Please, hand them to me at once.”

Pencil felt uncomfortable. “Uhm… Well, I kinda bought them first, so..”

Kneesocks sighed. “...Perhaps I should word this more politely; What I’m working on is considered VERY important to me, and I need blueprints to plan it out. Would you please consider giving them to me?”

Pencil thought for a minute, and finally got Kneesocks’ message. “Oh, so you’re trying to build something? I’m trying to build something too, but there's more than one blueprint in the pack I bought! You wanna go to my apartment? Maybe we can help each other out with what we’re working on.”

“...I suppose.” Kneesocks exits the store with Pencil. Someway, somehow, she felt a strange feeling of possible mutual respect towards her.

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Scanty, also with a human disguise, roamed around the city, using a device to detect the power the rochambeau warriors were radiating.

“This is absolutely flawless! I detect the energy of the warriors and it’ll lead me right to them!” Scanty happily walked down the road while being led to the warriors’ whereabouts.

At the same time, Kneesocks and Pencil were walking to Pencil’s apartment.

“...Might I ask… What specifically are you working on? I’m curious..”, Kneesocks asked Pencil.

“Well, I’ve been trying to develop a device that can provide different sources of positive energy to the city. I was attempting to perfect it for months, but this time I think it’s gonna work!”, Pencil happily explained. “What are you working on, Kneesocks?”

Kneesocks began to explain. “Well, hypothetically speaking of course, I’ve wanted to start creating and programming a large device that’s capable of achieving mind control, infecting a victim’s brain with my commands and desires for them to fill out, powerful enough to take over the world… But again, I’m only speaking from a hypothetical point of view.”

Pencil didn’t look frightened of Kneesocks’ ideas, but rather amazed. “That… sounds amazing! Imagine if a machine powerful enough can ACTUALLY be capable of world domination! That’s crazy!”

“It does.. The amount of energy it can withstand and produce at the same time is magnificent as a thought, but imagine if it was actually put into action..!” Kneesocks happily gushed about the idea alongside Pencil.

Pencil suddenly thought of an idea. “What if… we merge our initial ideas of building two separate machines together to build one machine that produces a demonic kind of energy, which reaches into peoples’ minds, leaving them completely vulnerable to help themselves, leaving them to obey our every command! …But then, it would still be hypothetical, so we should start where it isn’t as strong.”

Kneesocks was noticeably excited, her current behavior contrasting with her usual calm and sophisticated attitude. “That would be delightful! Just think; two brilliant minds coming together to collaborate on something extraordinary!”

The duo continued to walk down the street until they ran into Scanty.

“Oh my, Miss Kneesocks. I’ve practically never seen you this giddy before~..” Scanty lightly teased her younger sister.

Kneesocks noticed, and began to blush, causing her face to be a lighter shade of red. “Oh, Sister, why must you tease me at such inconvenient times..?”

Scanty giggled. “Well, darling, you're truly precious overall, how could I not tease~? Also, your face is terrifically red at the moment..”

“Oh.” Kneesocks smiled nervously and hid her face. “Goodness, how embarrassing. And in front of company as well? Pardon me, Pencil, I blush easily is all.”

Pencil laughed. “That's okay.. so, I'm assuming that's your sister?”

“Indeed. I'm Scanty, and I see you've already gotten acquainted with my dear little sister, hm?” Scanty smirked. She knew her sister’s new friendship wasn’t that important to the mission, but she was glad that she made a friend.

“Yeah! Me and Kneesocks were just about to work on a hypothetical mid control machine. Do you wanna help us?” Pencil at the very least was happy to meet Scanty as well.

“That would be wonderful. Here, we could-” Suddenly, the device Scanty was holding beeped quicker than before. It just so happens that the Rochambeau warriors were just inside of the apartment building the three were in front of, and it was also where Pencil lived.

“Hm.. That would be wonderful, indeed~...”

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Shiver stood up on the living room table, preparing to make a command.

“Okay, now that we’ve finished fooling around, I’ve decided to bring the first meeting of Rocham-Cut to light!”, Shiver said while boldly standing on the table.

Frye scoffed, being already fed up with Shiver taking the sudden lead. “Okay, why the meetings now? Deep Cut never had any ‘group meetings’ before.”

“Now, now, Frye… This meeting is only to establish order between us all. Now that this is a group of six, we need to manage this properly.” Shiver dragged Paper up on the table with her. “Me and the scroll will personally make sure that you all stay in line, and tell you all the right thig to do.”

“Come ON! Me and Rock already have one stupid snarky bastard bossing us around, we don’t need two. And Frye and Big Man don’t, either!”, Scissors growled.

Paper glared at Scissors in return. “First of all, I hate you, Scissors. And second of all, Shiver has a point of establishing order in this group.”

Annoyed, Frye climbs on the table herself. “Dude, Rocham-Cut should be all in for enforcing CHAOS! Who cares about boring order and junk!? If somebody like ME is the leader, I’ll make sure that we have fun all the time!”

“...Ay. (...I vote Frye to be the leader.)”

Shiver gasped at Big Man’s claim. “WHAT!? Why!?”

Big Man sweated nervously. “A-ay… (Let’s just say… Frye can make a more… efficient leader. No matter how extreme she can be..)”

Scissors smirks. “I agree… But what do you have to say about this, Paper?” He turned to Paper, who was still processing the current events.

Scissors took this as an opportunity to make fun of him. “No worries, buddy, I’ll fill in your blanks.” He stole Paper’s glasses and put them on as he began to imitate him. “Letting Frye be the leader is like letting Scissors be the leader; It’s a STUPID idea, and we’d only get into more trouble if someone like her is in charge-”

Paper snatched his glasses back and shoved Scissors off the table. “SHUT IT!” He cleared his throat. “I’m DEFINITELY not going to say that she’d be a terrible leader… but, she would possibly make some interesting changes-” Shiver suddenly forced him into a small huddle.

“What are you doing!? We had a deal. YOU and ME run things around here, remember?”, Shiver angrily whispered.

“I know, but doesn't this plan seem a little too… pushy to the others? I mean, Rock and Scissors would be completely lost without me, but Frye and Big Man seem to know their way around, too. Why not give them a little shot?”, Paper whispered back.

Frye snickered. “Look at ‘em. Plotting against us like they’re better than us. Doesn't that make your blood boil?”

Scissors grumbled while getting up from the floor. “Yeah. Those two think they’re SO tough…”

“Actually… I know one way we can overthrow them.”, Rock said, hearing Frye and Scissors complain about Paper and Shiver.

Frye looked surprised. “You do, Rock? Geez, I never thought you’d overthrow ANYONE in a kind of way, but here we are..”

Rock nodded and began to explain. “You see, Paper and Shiver are full of themselves. We just need to find a way for them to be proven wrong about something, and maybe they’ll lighten up and be less strict!”

Frye smiled mischievously. “Prove them wrong, you say? … I think I know how~...”

Big Man became worried about the current situation. “Ay… (This is gonna be bad…)”

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In Pencil’s apartment, she and Kneesocks were happily building the mind control machine, making tweaks to it and running tests.

However, Scanty got more and more impatient to go on with the plan, given that the energy of the Rochambeau warriors is located right down the hall from the apartment. “This is getting tedious. How long does it take to build a world-dominating contraption, anyway?”

Kneesocks continued to work. “Patience, sister. It’ll be ready in a matter of time.”

(One very long matter of time later…)

“It’s done!” Pencil joyfully presented the finished product. “It took a lot of time to make this work, but we did! And it looks great!”

Pencil then turns to Kneesocks and holds her hand out, wanting a friendly handshake with her. “It’s been really fun working with you, Kneesocks.”

Kneesocks nodded and returned the handshake. “...Likewise.” She turned to Scanty. “Look at that, sister! We’re finished, and now we can perfectly go on with-”

…Scanty had left the apartment a few minutes ago..

“Oh, dear…”

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Frye was wearing a leader sash (that she made herself) while holding a stick pretending it was a staff. “Mwa ha ha! Now, as your fearless leader, my first command is to… do whatever you want!

The apartment was a total chaotic mess in Frye’s rule.

“This is MADNESS!! Why are you letting this happen!?”, Paper yelled out at Frye.

Frye playfully smirked. “Because I'm the leader, duh! Besides, it’s not ALL destruction. My co-leader is with me!”

Rock stood beside Frye, being the said co-leader. “Hi, Paper!”

Scissors looked in disbelief. “WHAT!? I should be co-leader! I even proved Shiver wrong about something!”

Shiver sat in the corner in pathetic sadness. “I can't believe that the Loch Ness monster ISN’T real in this world… But rather… ALIENS are…”

Frye giggles. “Yeah, but Rock gave us the idea in the first place~!”

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

Paper glared at Shiver while going to answer the door. “‘You and I run things here’ my butt.. A leader wouldn’t act as pathetic as you are right now…”

Paper opens the door, and a fairly pissed off Scanty glares at him in impatience and irritation.

“Finally! After painfully waiting for so long, I’ve finally got a hold of the Rochambeau warriors!”, Scanty yelled out in triumph.

Paper looked confused. “..Excuse me?”

Scanty stood there in shock after Paper said that. “What!? You simply MUST know what I’m talking about! You’re the warrior that represents paper. You SHOULD know what I’m here for!”

“Uh… I really don’t…” Paper began to feel even more nervous considering Scanty’s hostility towards the situation, and on top of that, he really doesn’t know what she’s talking about.

Scanty growled in anger as her disguise slowly faltered, revealing her horns and red skin. “Am I wrong about all of this? I’m certainly not! Your idiotic games can’t fool me, I’ve been tracking the three of you down all day, and I’m taking you with me!”

The rest of Rocham-Cut peeks out of the door to see who was there.

“Wow, a devil!”, Frye whispered in amazement.

“Yeesh..” Scissors turned to Rock. “Rock, you got any more holy water?”

“Not since I used it all when you summoned every single demon imaginable in the netherworld.”, Rock said with slight annoyance. “Out of all the times…”

Kneesocks quickly ran behind Scanty to stop her. “Sister, calm down! Your horns are showing!”

“I don’t care. We must progress with the mission. I will not accept any more time to be wasted!” Scanty smiled evilly, staring Paper down.

Paper shook in terror as he slowly stepped back from the demons. “W-what’s going on?! Who ARE you!?”

“Your worst nightmare.. And you and your comrades are going to help ME~...”, Scanty prepared to take Paper away..

Suddenly, Scanty gets hit in the face by a plant. “ARGH!” She growled as she got up from the ground.

Scissors threw the plant, smirking at the demon. “Hey, demon lady! I’m the one who scares Paper when he’s off-guard around here!”

“I HATE YOU SCISSORS! …But, thanks, I guess..”

Kneesocks smirked as she discarded her disguise as well and changed back to her demonic features.. “That was clever, but not clever enough to completely stop us.”

Scanty smirked as well. “Yes. We’re here to take the Rochambeau warriors with us, and we WILL leave this realm with them.”

Scissors laughed. “Oh yeah? We got plants and a whole lot of other stuff to throw at you! Isn’t that right, Rock?”

Rock was hiding behind Scissors while shaking in fear. “P-please, don’t hurt us…”

“...Well, I can defend all of us!”, Scissors yelled.

The Daemon Sisters got a nice long look at the supposed Rochambeau warriors… and laughed as hard as they could once they did.

“O-oh my!! Kneesocks, isn’t this just hilarious!?”, Scanty said while breaking down in laughter.

Kneesocks laughed the same way. “It is, sister! They seem so pathetic, I’m wondering if we’re even in the right place!”

Shiver stared at the demons, fairly unfazed by the whole situation. “Yes, they’re pathetic in their own way, but are you supposed to be wearing costumes? Halloween was weeks ago!”

The demons smirked. “It appears that we’re not being taken as seriously as we hoped.”, Kneesocks said calmly.

Scanty laughed and spoke just as calmly as her sister. “Well, sister, I believe it’s time that we show these ignorant popinjays how much of a threat they’re truly faced with.”

“I agree. Shall we, Scanty~?”

(Now comes the transformation sequence of the Daemon Sisters. If you’ve already seen the “Panty and Stocking” anime, you’d probably visualize it just fine, but this is for a bit more visualization for those who haven’t.)

The Daemon Sisters gained more demonic forms. Scanty began to take off two black thongs she wore as underwear, and Kneesocks began to take off her stockings.

The demons recited a Hell chant; “Break, ‘o Earth. Dry up, ‘o sea. Burn out, ‘o sun. Grant us power, Earthy leaders and gatekeepers of Hell.”

Scanty turns the thongs into two black and gold revolver guns, and Kneesocks turns the stockings into two black and gold scythes.

“Guide us, makers of the underworld. We are high-class demon commanders!”

“I’m Scanty!” “And I’m her darling little sister, Kneesocks!”

Shiver looked a bit surprised. “Oh. They ARE demons.”

Big Man screamed at Shiver in fear and shock. “AY!? AY!! (WHY ARE YOU NOT AS SCARED!? THESE ARE LITERAL DEMONS!!)”

Scanty points her revolvers at Deep Cut. “Our mission is to conquer the multiverse, but first we must get as much power as we can to help us pursue our desires. We must collect those objects and extract their power!”

Kneesocks readies her scythes. “Yes, but considering how this generation of Rochambeau warriors are nowhere near as powerful as the warriors in the past, we suppose that they’ll have to do. We’re already too far behind schedule.”

Frye gave them a devilish smile. “Guess you two are gonna stay behind schedule, then!”

Shiver entered a sort of a fighting stance. “As elegant as you two are, we refuse to let evil prevail, as we the noble bandits of the Splatlands will protect these weird objects and stop you!”

Big Man sook in fear. “AY! (Protect them? Who’ll protect US!?)”

“Oh! And since one of you has a gun, I grabbed this!” Frye pulls out an actual gun. A real loaded gun.

Scissors saw the gun that Frye was holding. “So, THAT’S where my gun went.” Rock and Paper proceed to stare at Scissors in confusion.

In a matter of seconds, Frye and Scanty get into a fairly violent shoot-out, dodging each other's attacks and doing a great amount of damage to the living room.

Shiver cackled. “This should be fun…” She raised her fan up and called for her shark. “Another lesson, Master Mega!”

The shark bursts through the apartment walls as Shiver flips on top of him.

Paper looks at all of this in disbelief. “...We are SO evicted..”

While the living room was being destroyed through Shiver and Frye battling the Daemon Sisters, Big Man pulled the Rocham-Bros to the bathroom for shelter. “Ay… (We should be safe for a bit in here…)”

Paper paced around the bathroom in distress. “Why must these things happen to me? WHY!?!?”

Scissors didn’t take Paper’s worry that seriously. “We’ve dealt with demons and hell creatures before. Remember that holiday picture?”

“Yes, but we never dealt with demons that TRIED TO KILL US!”. Paper yelled at Scissors.

Scissors argued back. “Well, if anything, they don’t want to kill us! They just want to ‘extract our power’ or something. And I don’t know what that means.”

Rock was just as, if not more worried than Paper was. “I don't know WHAT’S going on anymore! There are two demon ladies who wanna kidnap us and they think we're some spiritual warriors, and two other weird nice ladies are fighting them and destroying the apartment! Oh God, PLEASE tell me this is all a bad dream!!”

Paper sighed and placed a hand on Rock's shoulder. “Rock…. This isn't a dream, if it was it would be the worst nightmare imaginable. There really are two demons who want to drag us to the depths of Hell thinking that we're spiritual warriors.”

…Rock lays down on the floor… and starts crying. Paper joins him.

Scissors looked at his friends and sighed. “Welp, we're gonna die anyway. Bad way to spend your final moments, but what can ya do?” He lies down on the floor and joins them in the crying.

Big Man stands up, preparing to make an attempt to clear some things up for the objects. “Ay… (Well… they don’t think you’re warriors… they KNOW…)”

Paper wiped his tears while he began to look up at Big Man. “Wh-what..?”

Big Man began to explain. “Ay, Ay. Ay, Ay! (You see, I have a bit of knowledge regarding these things, which is a result of nerding out in high school, but let me explain. You see, a long time ago, way before you guys, there were a rock, a paper, and a pair of scissors, all anthropomorphic and talking like you!)”

Scissors listened to the first part. “Okay, so when does this lead up to us having warrior DNA?”

Big Man huffed at Scissors’ comment and continued to explain. “Ay. Ay, Ay- (I’m getting to that. The first warriors fought valiantly in their own way, but failed to seek any competition… That is until they met each other.. After they met, they fought many battles, while also becoming good friends. The three had successfully sought a good challenge! That is, until-)”

Suddenly, Kneesocks’ scythe slashed through the bathroom door. “You thought you could hide from me so easily~? Hahaha!”

Big Man screamed “AY!! (SCARY DEMON LADY!!)” He grabbed Kneesocks and threw her out the way.

Kneesocks stayed on the ground and charged at the four of them.

“..Stay AWAY from us!!” Out of fear, Rock punched Kneesocks directly in the face, stunning her for a while.

Scissors, Paper, and Big Man looked shocked.

“Rock… that was AMAZING!”, Scissors called out in excitement.

Paper looked fairly impressed as well. “Yeah! I didn’t know you had it in you to do something like that!”

Rock looked the most surprised, still thinking about how he just punched a demon.

“...You guys wanna run while we can?”

“...Yeah.”

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Throughout the apartment building, Scanty and Frye were still trying to shoot each other down, doing a great amount of damage.

Shooting wasn’t the only thing the girls were doing. Frye grabbed Scanty’s hair and threw her on the ground, but Scanty grabbed her leg and made her crash into a brick wall. Frye leaped up and kicked Scanty in the face, and she punched her face in return. It was to the point where the girls ditched the guns and started full-on fist fighting.

Meanwhile, Pencil watched the violence happen from afar. “...I can’t help but think building that doomsday device with Kneesocks caused this chain of events..”

She turned to the device in question and held a sledgehammer. “I could just disable its functions and keep it around… but I can tell there's too much at stake here already..”

Pencil swung the hammer, but Kneesocks teleported into the room, catching the hammer. “You won’t be doing such a thing, Pencil.”

Pencil gasped. “Kneesocks!? But… why? Why must this happen?”

Kneesocks sighed, feeling a bit of remorse considering her relationship with Pencil. “The multiverse is a unique span of worlds, each with their own power. Me and Scanty simply wish to conquer and seize that power… I wish you could help us too, Pencil.. We’ve gotten along so nicely..”

“We did…” Pencil sighed as well. “...But, in this moment, I will be the one standing in the way of you and universal dictatorship!” She picks up the hammer and goes to swing at the device again.

However, Kneesocks teleports away, taking the device with her.

“How? What?” Pencil looks in confusion, but then composes herself. “Well… I guess I'll have to find another way then!”

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Big Man and the Rocham-Bros successfully ran out of the apartment.

“...At least we're safe outside…”, Paper said while catching his breath.

“Ay… (Look again…)” Big Man spotted Scanty and Frye fighting, who had managed to brawl their way out of the apartment as well.

“WHY WON’T YOU SURRENDER!?”, Scanty yelled while trying to hit Frye.

Frye dodged Scanty’s attacks. “It's because I'm not the type to surrender! Not by a long shot!” Frye jumps up and does a flying kick to Scanty’s head. “And for a demon, you’re easy to beat!”

Scanty growled. “UGH! Just DIE!” She charges at Frye and the fight continues.

Shiver comes rushing out of the apartment. “Oh.. What’s going on now…?”

“Frye and the demon dictator are fighting.” Scissors turns to Shiver. “What happened to you, anyway?”

Shiver huffed. “It was the other demon. She electrocuted Master Mega with her scythe thingies and he crashed right out of the building! I don’t even know where he is!”

“Great… This whole day has been WONDERFUL… Two demons are gonna drag us to Hell, and a shark just ran loose in the city…”, Paper said with extreme anger and annoyance.

Big Man goes to lighten the mood for the Rocham-Bros. “Ay! Ay! (Guys, don’t feel so bad! This is your chance to show off the power you never knew you had! You can defeat Scanty and Kneesocks and save yourselves!)”

“Yeah! And besides, I can beat up this skank all I want, but I don’t wanna do it alone!”, Frye called out while repeatedly punching Scanty.

“...They’re right…! I mean, it might be a huge stretch, but maybe we can do this!”, Rock said, already feeling a bit more hopeful.

Paper looked surprised at what Rock said. “WHAT!? Are you insane!? We can’t-”

“Yeah!”, Scissors said, being hyped up as well. “They don’t look so tough anymore! We can take ‘em! We’re warriors after all!”

“What!? But I-... fine..” Paper reluctantly agreed.

The Rocham-Bros walked a bit closer to Scanty and Frye.

“Alright, let’s get these powerful demon women out of our hair once and for all! We’ll start with the ringleader first!”, Scissors said, posing cockily.

But, before the Rocham-Bros could do anything, They were suddenly electrocuted by Kneesocks’ scythes, stunning them.

“Whoa!!” The electrocution caught Frye’s attention, allowing Scanty to finally kick her off her body.

Scanty smiled. “Oh, Kneesocks, darling, you’ve always been an excellent master of stealth!”

Kneesocks smirked back. “I’m glad that you’ve noticed I’ve been practicing, sister!”

Shiver gasped. “That’s exactly how she electrocuted Master Mega!”

The Daemon Sisters summoned an hellish elevator and tied the Rocham-Bros up.

“Well, this has all been quite fun, but all fun has to end at some point, right? How embarrassing it must be for all of you!”, Scanty mocked Rocham-Cut.

“Now if you excuse us, we have to extract the power of these pathetic objects to help us conquer the multiverse. If our paths cross again, maybe it’ll be you three as our servants!”, Kneesocks added on.

The demons threw the objects in the elevator and climbed in it as well.

“Farewell~!” The elevator closes and goes back down into the Earth.

Deep Cut watched everything unfold.

“Completely unrelated, but… not very good letting this happen under your leadership, huh, Frye?”, Shiver teased.

Frye grumbled. “Shut up, Shiver! We gotta save those guys!”

“Ay? (But.. How?)”, Big Man cautiously asked.

“...I said we gotta save them, not that I know HOW to save them…”

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This is albeit the longest chapter so far. X( I was writing this for DAYS

#mediaverse #fanfic #scanty and kneesocks #splatoon 3 #nick rps #rock paper scissors

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