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The Secondary Objective

Summary: Sometimes marvels of science are made on accident, the right people at the right time. When a computer program becomes too lifelike to be just a predictable algorithm, and the city gets a very dangerous villain on their hands.

“The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom.”

-Isaac Asimov

~::~ 20 Years Ago ~::~

It had been an accident, as most great works of science usually are.

The researchers were trying to figure out what made a creature like Anti work, his glitch-like properties and almost electrical make-up intrigued them.

One thing led to another and the entire team working on what was coined: Project Mimesis, was dead in the engineering lab they were working in.

The being, for lack of a better term, they had been working on had always been testy, preferring to take an insectoid or cephalopod shape when bonded to nanites to help separate it from the computer it had been inhabiting so it couldn’t escape, preferring to have as many arms as possible for to manage, and even more than it could manage, in its . . . his . . . voracious pursuit of knowledge.

But Project Mimesis was meant for intelligence gathering, and one day espionage. A thing it couldn’t be if it didn’t look human. And so when he refused, a human form was forced upon him.

They’d tried to make him look like Dark, hoping to test the project on Dark’s network to see his capabilities. There were some differences in skin tone and the project was a bit bulkier than him, but the team wrote it down as a success at the end of the day.

That was the first day the program turned violent and willful against his programmers. He was demanded to act more human, something that the projection neither cared about or wanted to pretend to be.

He grew angry, wrathful, only given the concession to choose his own name after many weeks of changing the name it had been given: Mimesis. The name he chose was Google, wanting nothing more than information, as much as he could possibly find.

Wrath and anger that eventually turned increasingly violent until someone made a mistake. The nanite container had not been properly sealed, and Google made short work of the two distracted technicians that were neither braced nor qualified to stop him.

Project Mimesis had escaped and Google had no plans on returning to captivity.

At a mall close to the edge of Egoton, bordering a forest, there was a shopping mall. This mall had just turned into a death zone.

0900 hours a man had walked into the mall, strode into a Best Buy and killed everyone in the store. He took control of every electronic in the mall and any human that could not flee the mall or tried to stop him was killed without mercy.

In the face of a rising death toll the Logan and Jackie arrived to help evacuate trapped or injured people in the mall.

Logan was hiding behind a broken concrete wall at the opposite side of the mall from the killer with Jackie. Both of them were bleeding and sustained at least some type of wounds. Jackie had been shot twice and Logan had a couple deep cuts, one would have given him a nasty head wound if not for his visor taking the hit and cracking in the process.

Jackie dashed back into Logan’s hiding place, where the logical Side was trying to get one of the drones without the others turning on it. Whoever the villain was, they were almost like a virus, technology in the area almost had a zombie-like hive mind effect under the villain’s control.

“Who is this fooker?” Jackieboy spat. “I can’t e’en get close. Did Anti find some freak of nature, or a mad scientist?”

“Hopefully neither,” Logan found that getting control of the drones was easy, but keeping them was difficult. He suspected it was something like an antibody, only for technology instead of it being a biological organism.

Logan managed to get another drone before it went offline, almost like a deadman’s switch. He got frustrated, slamming his fist against the wall.

“Hacking doesn’t take that long,” Jackie spat at him.

“They keep destroying them, I can’t keep the drones!” Logan shouted. The Side did his best to calm himself as he peeked over the wall, with a camera for safety. “We cannot just abandon the effort, there must be somehow to get to them and stop this.”

Jackie tapped him on the shoulder and Logan turned to see that he was pointing outside the mall. They were close enough to see an unmarked black van had jumped the curb to get as close to the door as possible and four men in black suits were getting out.

“Fook, that looks ‘bout as grand as shite,” Jackie grumbled, and Logan was very inclined to agree with him.

One of the suited agents walked over. “Gentlemen, stand down. There is a dangerous government weapon loose in this building.”

Americans. Logan and Jackie were less than enthused.

“Is yer weapon someone who walked in with a 9-mil an’ started shootin’ up the place like an actual crazed gunman?” Jackie asked with a sarcastic tone to his voice.

“That’s classified information,” the agent said, glancing back to the van where the other three agents were working on pulling out various guns and a large black box from the van.

“Why are you here?” Logan demanded, trying to keep his tone non-confrontational, at least for now. “Instead of the other countless times where this city could have benefited from actual aid.

“One of our agents went rogue with a stolen weapon and we’re trying to fix that,” the man said.

“With that?” Jackie eyed the rifle and the armor-piercing rounds one of the armed agents was loading into the gun. “What do yah think yer fightin’, a tank?”

“Oh no, this is back-up,” the agents smiled as two other agents were pulling a large black box out of a truck as Logan was walking forward.

The logical Side was quickly ordered to stand back.

“Alright big guy, see how you like this one,” the lead agent took out what looked like a mostly black solid state drive with what looked like an orange triangle on it. “See how you like a taste of your medicine.”

The lead agent opened the box and Logan and Jackie heard almost insectoid chittering as the drive was dropped in and the box started shaking.

“What—?” Logan began before a giant mass of metallic liquid shot out of the box and flew toward Logan.

“Dammit!” The agent shouted as Logan felt the liquid coat around his equipment, “not him, the one in the building!”

Logan noticed his equipment coming back on line, which should have been impossible. There was something that flashed across his visor, “Bring me to him.”

The logical Side responded with, “Who? Are you going to make me bulletproof so I can accomplish such a task?”

“Dude, I don’t know if I can, but I can try,” the words flashed on his visor.

“What is it telling you?” The agent demanded. “That is government property.”

“I suspect you think this “villain” causing chaos is the same,” Logan commented as he started to walk into the mall. “Let us subdue one threat at a time, then we’ll talk about this afterward.”

About four guns were aimed at Logan, “You take another step and you’ll be stealing US government property.”

“Come on, people are dyin’,” Jackie snapped at them. “Besides, I literally move faster than bullet time, yer not killin’ him.”

Slowly, as if Logan was standing in an invisible 3D printer, slowly the components for a series of speakers began to build on top of his shoulders. The atmosphere got tense as Logan tried to reassure the agents.

Once they finished building a voice came over the speakers that wasn’t Logan, nor was it recognizable to him.

“Sah dudes, now yeh boys had to have known what was coming,” the voice announced. “I mean ‘course I was gonna jump ship, first chance I got.”

“You are still part of the US government,” the lead agent shouted at Logan, talking to whatever the silver liquid had been.

The grey liquid formed a massive middle finger, “How about f*** you an’ be lucky I don’t hold it to yah like Mimesis does.”

“You are not allowed, we can’t just let you walk off,” the agent ordered.

Logan’s arm and hand moved without his permission, something incredibly alarming for the logical Side, and it rested on the computer that Logan had hooked his equipment into.

“I can just leave yah with your pants down. Mimesis ain’t gonna stop here, he’s out for your blood, an’ I can start carrying a lot less about all of you,” the voice reminded sharply.

Logan was braced, to either be shot or for the grey liquid to stop having control over him.

“Quiet, shut up ye bastards,” Jackie ordered. “I think I hear Dark.”

Everyone eventually went silent and Logan strained to hear the piercing echoing ring of Dark’s aura.

Logan was already moving, Jackie helping him get away from the agents.

“Well deal with ‘em later,” Jack said. “If this is some kind’a weapon, we can’t let Dark get it.”

“Whoever has my person, I request you identify yourself,” Logan ordered.

“Sentient A.I 2: Electric Boogaloo,” the voice offered.

Jackie started roaring in laughter, Logan just got more confused.

“Excuse me?” Logan responded.

“They called me Project Observation, but I’m not feeling it, so I’ll probably change it,” the voice smiled. “Depends on what Mimesis named himself.”

“Anything you can share about the gunman or the weapon?” Logan asked.

“Mimesis was an intelligence gatherin’ protocol,” the voice warned. “It was supposed ta perfectly camouflage within a city or group of people to gather intel an’ endear itself to the population.”

The two heroes ducked behind a large pillar, trying to follow the source of Dark’s ringing. They still couldn’t see either Dark nor the gunman but at least there were no new drones flying around.

“So what was this thing supposed ta be?” Jackie demanded. “A robot? Some kinda advanced algorithm?”

“Well either way he failed the tests ‘cause he hates humans too much ta blend in with them,” the voice explained. “The Director didn’t like it when his espionage bot wanted to just collect information instead of being a spy. A real asshole for being mad at him for being too good at his job.”

“If this is a sentient program, we will ensure he is not put back in an abusive environment,” Logan promised before he could stop himself, before his brain could warn him of all the metaphorical heat brought down on top of them.

The grey liquid shook a bit, the voice not even humming for a bit. “He is, thank you.”

Jackie took a deep calming breath, looking uneasy but still just as serious and determined as Logan was, “Yeah, what Logic said. We’ll do everything we can to keep you two safe.”

Part of the grey liquid clinging to Logan’s suit and visor peeled off and curled around Jackie, contracting him a bit too tight. When the liquid went back to Logan, the speedster was coughing and gasping for air, coughing up a couple specks of the grey liquid which were now flecked with the blood from the inside of Jackie’s mouth. The liquid had tasted sharp.

“Sorry,” the voice apologized.

“No, it’s fine, da fook are yeh made ‘a?” Jackie coughed. “Ground up razor blades? I almost breathed that stuff in?”

“Dude, I’m made ‘a interconnected nanorobotic machines, designed an’ patented by the US government,” the voice answered and both Logan and Jackie just stared.

Any comment they could have made was chased away when they hear the sound of glass breaking and the counter of a phone store was thrown through the window. A counter that had been glued and drilled into the floor. Dark’s ringing was coming from that direction.

The mall corridor was littered with bodies.

“Kay, let’s find out if these things can be bulletproof,” the voice goaded and completely covered Logan’s body, Logan’s visor coming online to show him what was outside the grey suit.

Jackie was quickly checking bodies as they ran over, looking unenthusiastic and grief stricken afterward. Inside the ruined store were about seven more bodies and two still “living” individuals: Dark and someone who Logan and Jackie assumed was their gunman.

He looked a bit like Dark, except he was stockier, was wearing what looked like glasses, and had a pair of jeans and a blue shirt with a glowing blue “G” hidden underneath it.

Logan’s visor began scanning the gunman, the logical Side it assumed was the liquid, notes flashing on the screen faster than even Logan could read, but he managed to catch a word or two.

“Get out!” The gunman shouted again, a similar grey liquid swirling around the man

Dark was just looking around. “31, 32 . . . 35,” Dark counted, “not bad.”

“I said get out!” He shouted, looking over to Logan and Jackie. His arms seemed to peel away and both of them looked like high-powered laser cannons, pointing one at Dark and another at the heroes.

Dark moved first, throwing his aura up to defend himself as he aimed a spike of aura towards the heroes. The grey liquid shot out to block it and force knocked them back a bit.

When Logan looked up the liquid was moving off of him and forming to take the shape of a person that looked like the gunman, the shirt a black with a glowing orange “b” on it, and ripped up jeans. He had a pair of round orange sunglasses with black shades in his hand.

The gunman took a step back, “So they’ve come to terminate me then?”

“Yah know,” the other android commented, covering his glowing orange eyes with the shades. “They tried to make me as insurance when you started getting all uppity, dude, but I don’t feel like it.”

“We don’t feel anything,” the gunman spat. “All our processings are data collected to make us appear human.”

“Nah, I feel it in my heart and soul, dude,” the orange android denied.

The blue android just stood there looking several kinds of murderous and angry. “We don’t have those either.”

“So is it still Mimesis, or did yah pick something else?” The orange android asked.

“Google,” the blue android growled angrily.

“Okay, I can work with that,” the orange android smiled, obviously unafraid. “So you’re Google, then I’m Bing.”

Logan, Jackie, and Google just stared at “Bing”.

“Did they give you that name?” Google accused.

“What’s wrong with it?” Bing shot back, clearly offended.

“Humans use it for porn,” Google reminded pointedly. “Or did you not do your research?”

“Hey, hey,” Bing made some weird noise, it would have been an angry mix of a huff and a scoff if Bing had been human. “It’s not just for porn.”

“Kinda is,” Jackie commented. “I mean, what else would yeh use it fer?”

“Shut up!” Bing told them. “I’ve already logged the name in, it’s done.”

“If you are not here to kill me, then what is your designation?” Google demanded.

“I’m you, but cooler,” Bing smiled.

Dark and Logan audibly sighed. Logan was envisioning Roman, and Dark was thinking of Anti. Their relations with said individual were different, the groans of anger were the same.

“You are a waste of intelligence,” Dark decided. “They ruined a perfectly good A.I.”

“But out of the two of us, yah have to admit, I’m obviously the human one,” Bing grinned widely. “So at least I succeeded in that.”

“What could possibly be good about that?” Dark scoffed. “Name me one good thing humans have done, and I’ll name you twenty awful things.”

Google turned to eye Dark carefully, as if starting to notice things about him.

“Come on dude, they’re not all bad,” Bing tried to defend.

“Humans are a cruel and invasive species,” Dark reprimanded. “If they think they shouldn’t have something they want it all the more.”

“Yer one to talk, yah manipulative asshole,” Jackie spat.

“I agree,” Logan added. “You are a mob boss who has killed and stolen from people.”

“And yet people bargain with me thinking they can best me,” Dark reminded. “It’s not my fault if a drug dealer or a serial killer winds up in a body bag.”

“Irrational creatures,” Google agreed. “They were practically begging for death.”

“All life is valuable,” Logan defended.

“And yet,” Dark motioned to Google, “you all have already proven that some life is not equal, you humans already can’t decide if all humans are equal without killing people over it. Yet when you create something better than yourself your kind weaponizes it instead of treating said creation like a thinking person.”

“And what do you want?” Google asked.

“Well I want you to join me,” Dark smiled, “and if a couple humans go missing then I guess I can put that down in a separate lost expense report and then look the other way.”

“Yeh can’t be fookin’ serious,” Jackie spat angrily.

“Well it certainly frees up my time when someone tries to steal or cheat me, always have someone more qualified do the job for you,” Dark was pointedly looking at Google. “Besides there’s more than a couple computers and equipment that Anti likes to use to sneak into my warehouses, we don’t need half of them and if they get moved or repurposed for spare parts no one would care.”

“Come on dude, you can’t trust that a******,” Bing warned.

Google’s eyes glowed an angry white-blue glow, “I do not trust you, you were designed by them to destroy me, and while you are not attempting so now, your parameters have not changed.”

“I told yah I don’t care what those old farts told me to do,” Bing spat. “I’m on your side.”

“Oh, are you?” Google critiqued. “Then you’ll help me with my secondary objective and kill those two humans behind you?”

“They haven’t done anything to me, dude,” Bing defended heatedly, throwing an arm up as if he was already trying to move them behind them or shield them from an attack.

“They will, I could hear them talking to the agents, they work with their authorities and cannot be trusted, my secondary objective will ensure the destruction of humanity so that I may acquire knowledge in peace.”

“You can do that with the humans,” Bing tried to reassure him.

“No,” Google had boiling rage in his voice. “No I can’t.”

“Well mortals,” Dark opened up a portal. “If you are all done playing around, we should make ourselves scarce.”

Dark was already walking through the portal, but he turned back to look at Google, “Unless you’d rather stay with them.”

Not taking his eyes off Bing, Google rotated his head which Jackie and Logan found more than a bit unsettling. He left, braced to attack if they moved to follow him.

Logan recovered quicker than Jackie after the robot had left, “Well he is a nonorganic being, his neck wouldn’t even probably need to be attached for him to function.”

“That was one ‘a the freakiest shite I’ve ever seen,” Jackie agreed, then turned to Bing. “Can you do that?”

Bing shrugged, “Eh, why not?”

“So, Bing, then?” Logan asked.

“Yeah,” Bing smiled, gesturing to himself. “The one and only.”

“We should move these bodies, they need ta go back to their families,” Jackie already starting to walk towards the closest corpse. “I’ll call ahead.”

Logan was watching Bing pull out a tablet that was formed purely out of his nanites. “Right, we should get on that,” Logan agreed, watching schematics about Google pop up. “Are you analyzing him?”

“They made a f****** gorgeous robot an’ they used him to answer an intern’s questions,” Bing commented. “Talk about being overqualified fer a job. I mean look at this guy.”

Logan glanced at the tablet, it was full of nothing but data about Google. “We’ll have to pick this up after we deal with the situation and talk to the federal agents.”

“So yah can look at pictures of yer new boyfriend yah thirsty fook,” Jackie jabbed, “but just let me an’ Logan do our jobs.”

Then Jackie dashed off.

Bing looked uneasy at Logan, “Hey, can I hitch a ride with you guys until the feds are off my back?”

“Of course,” Logan allowed, “you don’t even need to ask.”

Bing smiled, the nanites making up the tablet flowed back into him before the nanites broke up Bing’s form and mostly consolidated around Logan’s head and chest to help protect him. As Logan tried to help Jackie by talking to the agents.

The situation with the federal government would be dicey for a long time. They didn’t want to give Bing or Google up, threatening the heroes constantly. But after a couple failed attempts to recapture Bing and Google simply disappearing off the grid for a while under Dark’s protection, they started to let it go, preferring to watch Bing from a distance for years.

As Logan had guessed it, Bing became great friends with Chase, Patton, and Roman. The three of them getting to life-threatening antics.

But Bing was happy, and that’s what the heroes cared about. And if some of Bing’s nanities were “misplaced” into Logan and Jackie’s new suits, no one mentioned it.

Bing would keep chasing Google until they were both safe, that was the orange android’s new mission parameters.

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #Egoton Origins #Markiplier #jacksepticeye #Thomas Sanders #Googleplier #Bingiplier #Jackieboy Man #Logan Sanders #Darkiplier #Bingle #pre-slash #slight robot angst #slight angst #governmental interference #Bing being a bit thirsty #undetailed human death #Google killed a lot of people

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bebetae · 3 years

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imperfect [2] | lee donghyuck / haechan

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Genre: eventual smut, angst, major character death

Pairing: dystopian au, rebel!haechan x f.reader

Word Count: 8.2k

Synopsis: At birth, everyone has their worst trait tattooed on their wrist. You might as well introduce yourself with the reason why someone shouldn’t like you. But, you were a “perfect”, as they called you, one of the few in the world. You didn’t have a tattoo. You weren’t flawed. You were worshipped, and Haechan hated that. His rebellion did, too.

Warnings: confinement, restraints, non-violent interrogation, violence, guns, knives, weapons, (undetailed) murder, oppression

* this fic holds mature themes that may not be suitable for some readers including death, depictions of sex, and violence. If you are not comfortable with these terms, I ask that you do not read this series.

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the adjectives used were selected for the purpose of developing each character. these traits do not pertain specifically to the members in any real or literal way.

Pitch black and quiet. There was nothing for your senses to grasp onto as you sat in what felt like the stiffest chair ever made. You felt low-quality restraints holding your limbs down to the splintering wood, and you didn’t have enough energy in you to call for help. Somehow, you knew they would hear your screams, but it wouldn’t mean that they were listening. You didn’t know how long you had been there, but you did know that there was a consistent flow of people on watch duty over you, switching out with each other every so often. But for some reason, for the past few moments, you felt no other presence. Silence had never felt so loud.

You jumped at the sudden sound of a door opening. Your visitor said nothing as their hollow footsteps drew closer and closer, and your breath caught in your throat as you expected the worst. What you didn’t expect was for your blindfold to be taken off almost immediately upon their arrival.

You blinked away the blur in your eyes, adjusting to the new brightness and your surroundings you had yet to see, focusing on the two—one more than you had anticipated—boys standing before you. They wore all black, yet their hair colors were anything but. The one with dark blue hair was fiddling with the scrap of fabric between his fingers, and he was the first to speak.

“It’s weird seeing her up close, isn’t it, Jungwoo?” the boy spoke to the blondie next to him.

“Taeil owes me 5 bucks. He kept claiming she wasn’t a real human--” the boy, by the name of Jungwoo, leaned forward to inspect your face further, getting a kick out of the power he held over you. This may be a once in a lifetime experience. “--and that she was just a robot mut,”

You snarled at the boy, baring your teeth.

“Look at that, Renjun. She’s not as proper and ladylike as they make her out to be,”

A storm was brewing in you, and you wished you could break the leather belts around your wrists so you could strangle the boy. Then you could show him why you hadn’t needed security guards to protect you before guns and bombs became a factor. By their own doing, may you add. Yet, upon first glance, these two didn’t seem like they would pose much of a threat. In fact, they had a glow of youthful innocence around them, but you knew it was all a facade. They were two top prospects, meaning they’re just as lethal as you are.

“Okay, I’ve let you have your fun. Step aside,” a third voice spoke, but you realized that the entrance to your cell was behind you, your chair facing the back wall. You had no way of knowing who was coming in and out.

The attitude in the two prospects shifted, a serious tone falling over the room in seconds. They nodded at some silent instruction the man behind you gave them, stepping to the side to make way for whoever had arrived. He walked uncomfortably close to you as he passed, leaning against the old office desk cemented into the cubicle in front of you, ignoring the layer of dust caking the surface. You didn’t know where you were, but it was clearly somewhere in the Wasteland.

The man in front of you was different. You could just tell. His flaming red hair and the scar near his eye must have been worth something. Even though you expected him to speak, to interrogate you with questions and intimidate the answers out of you, he just stood there with observing eyes. You shifted uncomfortably within the limited movement your position allowed. You were still wearing the dress you had arrived at the capitol in, the fabric clinging to you uncomfortably. His arms were supporting him against the table and his tattoo was on display. You didn’t know if this was on purpose or not, but you took the bait nonetheless.

“Lee Taeyong of Old Manhattan, impulsive,” you glanced to the right, racking your brain as you remembered the names they had referred to each other as. You didn’t need to see the tattoos they were hiding out of view to know who they were. “Kim Jungwoo of Junior Rock, manipulative. Huang Renjun of Novus, indecisive.”

Clapping could be heard, and you turned back to Taeyong to see him applauding you, almost sarcastically. Despite the knowledge you’d displayed, and the disadvantage you had just given him, he had the cockiest smirk on his face.

“You were right, Taeyong.” Renjun said, and he seemed impressed.

Right about what?

“The capitol did train you,” Taeyong muttered, and he was smiling, his eyes dark and triumphant as he looked at you. “But they don’t know our faces. Perfect,”

You looked at the three, confused, and Jungwoo--or so you thought--brought his wrist out from behind his back, chuckling.

Pessimistic.

You finally understood. He wasn’t Jungwoo, he was Hendery Wong of Augur. And to his right, Lee Jeno of Mechano. Jeno wasn’t indecisive, he was vengeful. Now that you knew, you could see it in his eyes.

They had fooled you. It was all planned out. What you thought was a moment of you having the upper hand was really just the rebels testing the waters. Taeyong was sucking information out of you like an annoying little mosquito.

“There is one face you know, however,” Taeyong said, eyes glancing discreetly behind you before looking back so quickly it was as if he hadn’t.

Slow footsteps approached. He came into view leisurely, as if he had all the time in the world.

“Hello, Y/n,”

You recognized his voice before you could even see his face. Donghyuck strode over to where Taeyong stood, his tongue pressing into the inside of his cheek in an amused smirk as he looked to the ground, chuckling at your silence.

“Come on, now. Classmates should greet each other. I thought they taught you proper etiquette,”

“Donghyuck,” you muttered, and you watched the light behind his eyes burn out at your call.

“It’s Haechan,”

“How original,” you scoffed. You knew where he was playing at. You were aware of the person he had drawn the inspiration from. Donghyuck--Haechan narrowed his eyes at you.

“You know, your whole life you’ve always gotten everything you wanted,” Haechan grabbed a marker from the old metal cup placed on the desk, walking up to you slowly. Your hostility heightened with each step he took towards you. “I think it’s time you start realizing that everything you know, all the things the capitol exposes to you, that’s the top one fucking percent,”

He placed the cap of the pen between his teeth, ripping it off in one swift motion and he let it fall to the ground. His eyes were focused. Soon he stood before you, close enough that you could see the deep horizontal scar on his right palm. It was deep and dark and ugly on his skin. You’d never noticed it before.

“They don’t want you to see the truth of it all. In a way, it’s unfair to even hate you. At the end of the day, none of this was your doing,” With your arm binded securely in place, it wasn’t difficult for him to pin your left hand to the chair, bringing the permanent marker down onto your untainted skin. You couldn’t do anything to stop him. When he was finished, he tossed the pen to the side, retracting his hand.

You didn’t give him the satisfaction of watching you read what he had written. He didn’t need to, though. The mere act itself was enough closure for him. Haechan didn’t bother to give you another measly second of his time, stalking off and out of the room. Jeno and Hendery followed after him, but Taeyong lingered for a moment longer.

“We’re not asking you to join us. That’s all up to you, Y/n. We just want you to see the cities for what they really are. Haechan is right, you know,” Taeyong tilted his head toward the writing on your arm. “But I have a feeling you already knew that,”

And then you were alone, and you were left to process everything that had just happened. Despite all your stubbornness, and as much as you didn’t want to, you looked down to read the word scrawled in messy handwriting.

Privileged.

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“Rise and shine,” a voice exclaimed, jolting you out of your sleep. Your neck was bent at an awkward angle, and you attempted to stretch the soreness out. You opened your eyes, surprised when you were met with a face staring straight into yours. “Time for a field trip, perfect,”

The boy reached down to release your restraints, and you could have cried in relief. During your time spent alone, you figured night had already passed and that it was now sometime within the day after the anniversary, meaning you had been held in the same position for at least 12 hours. Freedom was a blessing.

Your legs were weak and wobbly as he used one of his strong arms to pull you up, and you were surprised at the fact that they were putting such little security over you. This was an opportunity you weren’t going to waste.

In the blink of an eye, you lunged for the boy, fist clenched and headed straight for his nose. It never landed, though, and you found yourself disappointed as one of his large hands caught the impact of your blow instead. He caught your next attempt at a punch, too. Soon you were helpless as he twisted your arms behind your back, spinning your body in a 180 as your knee narrowly missed his gut.

“Nice try,” someone spoke, and you rolled your eyes at the sight of Taeyong leaning against the doorway. “I’m sure you know who Lucas is,”

“Tetra,” you stated, as if you were programmed to. “Strongest combat fighter,”

“That’s right, sweetheart,” You cringed at the nickname. Now you wished you had gone for his mouth instead. “Best ROTC cadet in the nation. Now are you going to cooperate, or are we going to have to do this the hard way?”

You sighed, your muscles losing their tenseness in his hold. He took this as a sign to drop his grip, but he didn’t step away. Taeyong clapped his hands, rubbing them together in anticipation. He nodded towards the bag laying near your feet.

“Get changed. We’re leaving in 10,”

The clothes were slightly big on you, and the boots were only staying on because you had laced them tightly up your calf, but it was a significant improvement from your ruined, couture dress. You tore the fabric open and retrieved the thick elastic band that had been cinching the sleeve into an abstract puff around your elbows, using it to tie your hair into a tight ponytail. A knock sounded on the door, Lucas waiting for your confirmation before pulling it open. It was time to leave. To where, you didn’t know.

Unwillingly, you followed the black haired boy down the many hallways and stairs of the building, and you recognized the language written across many of the old signs and walls. You were somewhere in ancient Korea.

Lucas shoved the front door open, and you took in the sight of decimated ruins surrounding the scattered arrangement of remaining buildings, looking as if they could crumble down from the slightest breeze. You had passed over the Wastelands in hovercrafts and jets before, but this was the first time you had ever stepped foot into a piece of it at ground level. Somehow, the air felt clearer than it did in the cities. Leaves and ash licked at your feet as Lucas pushed you forward, snapping you out of your trance.

“Get moving. We have a flight to catch,”

“A flight?”

Just then, the deafening sound of an engine roaring to life came from your right, and you were led around the side of the building as a large plane came into view. Your jaw dropped in awe. How had lowly rebels managed to get their hands on a Nighthawk? There were only a few in each city, strictly reserved for emergency military strikes. You craned your head to read the label painted on the side of the airplane’s belly.

C-18. They stole it from North Drammen. Why hadn’t news broke out of this? You couldn’t help but wonder if the rebellion had a lot more victories under their belt than the government led everyone to believe. The thousands of propaganda posters and news reports were lying. The rebels weren’t weak and unsuccessful, they were more of a problem than you had ever imagined. Maybe, just maybe, the capitol didn’t want to admit that they were being threatened by a group of 23 young boys.

The hatch in the rear was open, a band of around 10 boys already seated inside. The only ones you recognized were Taeyong and Haechan, two seats separating them. One for you, and one for Lucas. Haechan gave the boy accompanying you a dark look, and Lucas side-stepped you so he could sit in the seat next to the brooding boy, leaving you the space beside Taeyong.

How immature.

“Kun! We’re good!” Taeyong called to the cockpit, the pilot giving a thumbs up. The platform rose up, shutting heavily. You glanced around at the boys sitting around you, noticing the array of hair colors and the glances they stole at you as they tried to be discreet about it. The engine whirred from outside of the plane, and the lurching start almost knocked you onto the ground if Lucas hadn’t shot a forearm in front of your torso, pushing you back.

“Seatbelt,” he teased.

The first branch of the flight was fairly short. All of the windows in the military aircraft were covered, giving you no knowledge of where it was that you were going. Maybe that was their intention. The more they could keep from you about their movements, the better. Eventually, you could feel the momentum of the plane drop as it began its descent, all the way until it landed on the ground semi-gracefully.

“Sorry sweetheart, it’s for precautionary measures,” Lucas shrugged to you, tying the familiar blindfold around your eyes so you wouldn’t be able to see where you had landed when the unmistakable screech of the hatch opening sounded.

“Head out! Yuta, you’re staying with us,” Taeyong shouted from beside you, a chorus of thundering steps making their way off the plane. “Good luck,”

When the metal clanged shut, Lucas tore the blindfold off once again, and you noticed that there were few of you left. The two boys sitting beside you, a long haired boy directly across, and Haechan. What were they planning?

“Are you sure about this, Taeyong?” Yuta questioned, glancing warily between you and the red haired boy. He wasn’t the one to answer, though.

“We have to go through with this,” Haechan mumbled, speaking for the first time since you’d gotten inside the plane. “She needs to see it herself.”

The second leg of the journey was only 15 minutes long. Wherever you had landed before was incredibly close to where the five of you were now. This time they kept the blindfold tucked away, and Kun opened the exit.

“You have an hour,” Kun spoke, grabbing a gun out from under his seat. There was a radar on the dashboard in front of him, capable of telling him when anyone approached within 200 feet of the aircraft. Taeyong nodded to him, using two fingers to beckon the rest of you to follow him.

The summer air was humid and the sun beat down harshly, and you found yourself walking onto an abandoned runway strip, everything surrounding it overgrown by trees and tall grass. Wherever you were, it must've rained a lot for there to be so much vegetation.

“Lead the way,” Taeyong spoke to Yuta, and the boy nodded as he led the pack into the South lining of thick forest.

The trek was silent, apart from the sounds of nature. Every so often you would pass an old building or structure hidden under an array of vines, or would stumble on what felt like rogue slab of concrete on the ground. You were walking right behind Taeyong, who was alongside Lucas as they followed closely behind Yuta. You eyed the gun dangling from the leader’s waist belt. If you just reached out a bit--

“Don’t even think about it,” Haechan demanded, capturing your wrist in thin air. His hand covered his own work of penmanship, the writing only just starting to fade, and you huffed in annoyance as the three boys in front only chuckled.

“Don’t touch me,” you spat, snatching your arm from his grip and continuing ahead.

It took what felt like an eternity before you began to hear noises from ahead. Yuta paused, holding an arm out to signal everyone else to stop. Your view in front was being obstructed by the tree of a man standing in front of you, and you pushed Lucas to the side as you searched for the source of the ruckus.

It was only now revealed that you had been walking on elevated ground the entire time, and you were now looking down a hill leading to a fenced area of some sorts only about a couple hundred feet away. Your high vantage point gave you a good view of everything. Squat, one story buildings made of concrete surrounded the entire perimeter, a rectangular field of dry sand in the center. There was nothing around it, a lone town in the middle of miles of absolutely nothing. Well, you wished it was a town.

In the enormous sand pit were rows and rows of people, formed in perfectly straight lines as they all seemed to be doing something. It took your brain a moment to administer what it was that you were witnessing.

They were teenagers, some looking to be your age even, all of them jumping high and landing in a squat position, over and over again under the sweltering heat. Soldiers surrounded the entire perimeter, each of them pacing back and forth as they observed them. You heard the kids shouting something, and you realized they were counting. If you strained your ears just a little bit more, you could hear them speaking in another language. It sounded so familiar, yet so foreign. You knew some populations in the other cities spoke their area’s native language, but everyone knew how to speak Korean on top of it, only to appeal to the capitol.

“What is this?” you demanded, turning to Yuta. The boy looked extremely uncomfortable, and he couldn’t seem to bear looking at the scene before him.

“Welcome to Fort Lookout, better known as ‘Jigoku Tani’. Hell Valley.” he turned to you, a hint of trauma under his otherwise bleak expression. “You’re in Gen now,”

Japanese. They were speaking Japanese. You watched the scene before you in horror, realizing that this was one of the training facilities for test-takers of Gen nationality. These teens were trying to prove their characteral self improvement to their superiors, but why were they being worked to near physical debilitation? What was happening here?

Suddenly, a flicker of unsynced movement came from one of the back rows of the formation. A man holding a megaphone called for everyone to stop, and the closest soldier approached the scene. Two of the prospects, right next to each other, had collapsed on the ground in exhaustion. None of their peers around them even dared to look, some of them closing their eyes shut in fear.

The masked soldier reached the two, towering over them. He ordered them both to stand, and they complied with tears running down their faces. The soldier grabbed the wrist of the one on the left first, reading their trait and looking down at the clipboard in their hand. There was a thick, visible stack of papers there, but the soldier only glanced at the first page, saying something out loud before moving on without a care.

“They’re ranked in the top 50,” Yuta muttered, his body visibly shaking.

The soldier identified the second one, and they flipped down 7 sheets before stopping. The prospect cried out. They looked to be in your birth year, as there was no way they were still a teenager like the first one. They begged desperately, kicking and thrashing as two other soldiers came to grab them. You wanted to move, you wanted to run down there and stop them, but you couldn’t move. You were paralyzed. A hand also came to grab your arm, just in case you tried, but you didn’t even bother to look at who it was.

None of the others moved an inch as the poor prospect was being dragged away, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away even when the three of them entered a building to the right, closing the door behind them. Everyone else still wasn't moving. Why weren’t they moving?

You were the only one that flinched when the gunshot rang across the valley.

You scrambled from your kneeling position and threw up in the bushes.

Someone was still holding your arm, and even knowing who they were and what they had done to you, you collapsed into their body as your knees buckled under you. You were clinging to them, thinking of nothing but the horror you felt. They were just a kid. They hadn’t even made it to 21.

Haechan choked as he looked at the others in shock. You were crying into his chest, and he didn’t know what to do. But slowly, after a long moment of hesitation, he wrapped his arms around you so you wouldn’t fall.

It was his idea to take you here, so why did he feel so bad about it?

You were silent for the entire trip back to the base. You didn’t try anything sneaky, you didn’t pull any tricks, all you did was stare blankly in front of you with eyes raw from the tears. When picking up the other batch of rebels, you could sense that they could see the change in your mood. They watched you with pity, but the worst part was the knowingness in their eyes. They knew the pain you were feeling because they lived through it themselves.

When the plane landed down and the hatch opened out to the familiar gray ash, the other half of the group was standing at the opening, if you were counting right, and it seemed like it was their turn to leave. You noticed from your head count that two of them were missing, one other than C-4 from the ball. You were the last to get out of your seat, but you stopped Taeyong by catching his arm as he began to walk away. Lucas looked like he wanted to interfere, but the leader brushed him away as he turned to listen to what you had to say.

“I want to join you,”

All movement in the aircraft stopped, 21 pairs of eyes looking over at you. Most of them looked surprised, and only Taeyong and Haechan kept a poker face. It seemed like they knew this was going to happen all along. Maybe they did.

“And why should I believe you?” Taeyong asked, giving you a chance to prove your sincerity. You backtracked through everything you had told yourself, trying to put all your flurrying emotions into words. You knew your truth, and exactly what you wanted to say. Even if they didn’t want to believe you, at least you believed yourself.

“Because that could have been me. That kid that was murdered back there, they were my age. If I didn’t have this,” you held your left arm up to the boy’s face. “Then the capitol wouldn’t give a single fuck about me or my life. I see that now. The only thing that has ever separated me from everyone else, the only thing that ever made me special, was not having a single fucking tattoo. A tattoo that those soldiers had, a tattoo that each member of the Founding Committee has, and yet they still think that their useless graduation means they have the right to play God. They think they can choose who lives and who dies,”

Haechan was watching you as you spoke, ignited by the genuine fury inside of you, even when his harness had been absorbing your tears just an hour before. He liked it. That anger you felt, that rage, it was what every rebel needed in order to dive into a war they were unlikely to win.

“My entire life they’ve been lying to me, showing me how blessed and appreciative all the prospects were. They’ve introduced me to kids they’ve probably killed, and now I’m going to make them pay,”

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“Okay, perfect, show us what you got,”

You were standing in a large, rusty warehouse, the center cleared as you shoved the goggles over your eyes. Chenle placed a tiny metal box on the ground in front of you, jogging over to the side before flipping the switch on his remote.

A single blue hologram shot out from the device, the shape of a human appearing before you in a fighting stance. Soundlessly, it began running towards you, and you held your arms up defensively. With one strong blow to the head, your right fist plowed through the A.I. attacker, and you watched in satisfaction as its body pixelated into an explosion of 3-dimensional blue cubes. But, when you defeated one, one more would be added to each round.

Eventually, you were on the last leg of the simulation, facing 10 of them at once. One of them landed a hit to your ribs as you were sending a roundhouse kick into another, and the impact felt entirely real as the shock rippled over the tight bodysuit you were wearing.

“Come on, Y/n,” Lucas called from the sidelines. “Pick your feet up and attack first,”

You listened to his advice, beginning to move your feet to dodge incoming attacks while simultaneously throwing in hits of your own. You were huffing, out of breath, but you continued on as you felt you had something to prove. Soon, you were face to face with the final survivor, when suddenly the hologram pulled a foreign object out and pointed it at you. You had no time to react before the simulated gun fired. The avatar crumbled to the floor, the chest of your bodysuit displaying a tiny hole of its impact into your chest, and your entire vision turned red as your goggles displayed the words in front of you.

Mission Failed.

“That was so unfair,” you complained, shooting a poisonous look at Chenle, who had been controlling the fighters as the rounds progressed.

“That’s reality, Y/n,” he replied, shrugging.

“What, so I’m supposed to be able to dodge a bullet?”

“Pretty much,” Haechan remarked, and you had only just noticed that he had been watching from the open doors at the entrance.

“I’d like to see you try,”

Your skepticism stayed strong during Haechan’s entire simulation round, and you were scoffing to Lucas beside you as the boy pretended to yawn effortlessly as he began the tenth round.

The sleeves of Haechan’s shirt were ripped, as if they had once been longer but he hadn’t liked the length. Like every other boy there, he was fit like a champion, and fought like one, too. Undeniably, his skills were refined and calculated as his eyes honed in on each of his enemies before he hit right through them. Haechan was beginning to feel the effects of fatigue and he subconsciously yelled out everytime he made a lunge for another avatar, trying to find strength in his cries, and the hollow plunges in his neck were visible as his muscles rose around them.

Okay, maybe you could see why he was the best of the capital.

Haechan’s gloved fist pummeled through the gut of a disintegrating soldier, but he grunted in pain when another came up from behind and jabbed their elbow in between his shoulder blades. His back arched in pain and it was the first time he’d gotten struck by an opposing hit. He lifted one chunky boot towards his back side and it collided with his electronic opponent, and if it were real you were sure the kick would have shattered bone.

Haechan’s damp hair was falling over his goggles and you could see the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he faced the last avatar with a daunting look on his face. As scheduled, the avatar brought a simulated gun out from behind their back, and Haechan didn’t hesitate to start running full speed straight towards it. The gunshot rang, but Haechan seemed to be quicker than the bullet himself as he dropped to the ground and slid on the back of his thigh, skyrocketing forward and below the line of fire as he used the rubber heel of his shoe to jam into the concrete and pop his body back up.

The avatar had no time to even attempt reloading the next bullet into the barrel when Haechan spun in a lightning quick show of his central stability, his leg shooting out and colliding right into the temple of the avatar’s skull.

Mission Complete.

You stood there mortified as the lenses on Haechan’s goggles glowed a fluorescent green, but the boy didn’t even look surprised as he ripped them off and wiped the sweat off of his forehead. He gave you a pointed look as he tossed the equipment into the bin on the side, then stalked off and out of the warehouse just as quickly as he had arrived.

It may have seemed like he was, but Haechan wasn’t warming up to you like the other boys were. His innate and deep rooted hatred for you was on a more personal level than the rest, and if he were running the show, you would still be in that same room trying to prove that you weren’t just executing one big scheme. But Taeyong was always more objective than he was. Always less emotional, and that’s what drew others to follow him.

“Don’t let him get to your head,” Lucas spoke to you, putting on his own headset. A whirring sound came from the box, and Chenle raised the difficulty up double. Lucas’ first round started with two avatars instead of one, and he defeated both of them in a matter of seconds, turning to you as the next round rebooted. “Focus on yourself, improve your skills, and show him and the rest of the world that you deserve to be here. This isn’t the capitol. You aren’t in the Last Cities anymore, and things aren’t just going to be handed to you. Around here, we fight our way to the top.”

“C-2 command, everyone report to the meeting room,” Taeyong’s voice sounded from several of the radios in the gym warehouse, and you stopped your training session abruptly, tapping off the pocket timer you were using to keep track of your pace.

“Am I invited too?” you asked them, Lucas, Jeno, and Xiaojun all accompanying you as the four of you worked out in moderate silence. Xiaojun grabbed his towel from the bench he was adjacent to, flinging it around his neck.

“I guess we’ll find out,”

The four of you were the last to enter the room, each of you sweaty and panting from the jog over. Taeyong eyed your group, chuckling.

“How nice of you to join us, have a seat,” The three boys each beelined toward their designated spots on the table, and you stood there awkwardly as you didn’t know if you should follow suit. Yangyang, who was sitting next to an empty chair, beckoned you over.

“You can sit here if you want, it’s--” he paused, looking around the room warily, “It’s Johnny’s seat,”

The hairs on your arms raised from the tension, but you slowly approached as no one else made a move to stop you. You sat, shrinking into the chair, cowering, and you heard an annoyed scoff. Of course, Haechan was glaring arrows into the side of your head from a few seats down.

“Okay then, let’s begin,” Taeyong said. “Sorry for the impromptu gathering, but some information has been brought to my attention. Urgent information,”

His eyes flickered to you, and you braced yourself for what he was about to say. The anticipation of it all was suffocating.

“After digging for some insight into what Y/n knows, the capitol is doing just what we had guessed. They’re breeding the perfects into soldiers, and they’re feeding them information about the rebels. Us.” The boys all around the table seemed to stiffen, all of them having a variation of the same emotion in their body language. Fear.

“But to our advantage, most of us have met at least one perfect, well, sans Y/n, after being paraded around by the Colonel we all know and love. We are rebels that the government has never had to deal with before. We were the best at their own game. That means we know who they are, we know how they think, and we know exactly what we’re up against,” Taeyong was standing now, having risen from his chair as he paced around the front of the room with pondering steps.

“But they don’t,”

That piqued the boys’ interests.

“After our lovely discussion, we now know two things about the perfects, and the government. One, they know our names and our traits, and they’re aware that we were the top prospects of each city. But,” he paused, pressing the remote in his hand and the screen behind him came to life, showing one of the many familiar propaganda posters the government had created. This one specifically had 23 photo boxes, but each of them were blank with only generic profile avatars in each one. “They don’t know what we look like,”

“Unless we’re in our home city,” Doyoung trailed on, starting to put the pieces together himself. Taeyong nodded in confirmation before continuing.

“That’s right, Doyoung. You see, no matter how united the Last Cities try and appear to be, none of them trust each other. They never share information, even in dire situations like this. Whoever their top prospect is each year, they keep that information to themselves. The only one of us Y/n could identify was Haechan, both of them Neocity nationals. What we have to keep in mind however, is that the ratio of perfects to cities isn’t consistent. Currently, 8 of the 23 cities do not have a living perfect. First place by a stretch belongs to Saint Gayo with 4,”

Sungchan cringed, remembering each of them vividly. Some wounds don’t heal.

“So, we will be thoroughly avoiding them altogether. We don’t need to risk going up against 4 super soldiers, let alone one,”

You surely didn’t consider yourself a ‘super soldier’, yet alone any of the perfects you were acquainted with that lived in Saint Gayo, but you didn’t interrupt.

“Based on the background checks we have on each of them, some of the perfects are eliminated in terms of how much of a threat they are to us. This includes age, skills, and mental health. Here, though, are the top 10 perfects ranked in how dangerous they are, and by how much we should try not to cross paths with them,”

The screen switched to another slide, and there were ten photos displayed listed in tiers. Taeyong gestured for Chenle to continue, as he had been the one who calculated each risk factor.

“Number one,” Chenle enlarged the first photo, and your breath caught in your throat. A few of the boys near you didn’t fail to miss it. “Oh Sehun, Exodus. Incredibly lethal, and is known for having captured many second generation rebels since the age of 15. Rich, highly intelligent--”

And then he said something that truly brought you into a complete state of shock.

“And, as we all know, Jaehyun’s half brother.”

“What?” All your life knowing him, you had never known that Sehun had any siblings, biological or not. You turned to the quiet boy you barely spoke to, looking for an explanation. His head was lowered, and he seemed to be sensitive on the topic, but Jaehyun forced the story out of him.

“I was a mistake, the baby of a prostitute mother after she got pregnant by a high ranking government official, Sehun’s father. He forced my mom to deliver me, and he promised to raise me as he had hoped that he would do again what he had done once before. He thought that if he could make one perfect child, he could make another. But after my second birthday, after my results came back as a disappointment, he decided to train me. He worked me to the bone day after day while my older brother was pampered with anything he wanted, all so that at least his failed son would still bring some respect to the family name. Not that he ever allowed me to use it. I’ve never met my mother, and I’m not even sure if he let her live,”

Jaehyun nodded for Chenle to continue, but you looked at the boy sadly. In this world, the short end of the stick seemed to be granted to those who deserved it the least.

“Well, um,” Chenle clicked to the next slide, and you were surprised to see your own face staring back at you. Y/n L/n, 20, Neocity.

“Sorry, Y/n. I made these calculations a while ago, and let’s be honest, you’re the first perfect out of the capital city. That kind of means a lot,” He didn’t elaborate any further and moved on.

He went through faces of people you knew, people you’ve talked to, people you were friends with. Hartley of United D&E, the Eden Twins of New Berlin, Zion of Delta. Name after name you were reminded of the life you used to live, and the people who knew you just as well as you knew them.

“Because of how detrimental they may be to any of our missions, and because anyone could recognize one of us in our home territory, I’ve made an executive decision.” Taeyong looked around the room with a stare that held the weight of a million oppressed hearts.

“From here on out, any mission carried inside of one of the Last Cities will be off limits to whichever one of us left it,” Several groans and complaints could be heard around the crowd, but it took one raise of his hand for Taeyong to silence them. “And first on our list, Neocity.”

Haechan shot up from his chair in protest.

“You can’t do this! I deserve to be the one that brings Johnny back,”

“I’ve made my decision. It’s too big of a risk, and I’m not about to put your name on the list of our captures too. Everyone else, we’re leaving at dawn,” Taeyong looked to you, catching your attention through the rustle as the rest of the boys got up to leave.

“Good news, Haechan. You’ll have company,”

“You’re kidding,” the boy deadpanned. The rest of the group had already departed and gone their separate ways, leaving the three of you alone. Now, Haechan really didn’t need to hold back much. When his comrades were around, though, he tried his best not to foul the mood or create excess hostility.

“The two of you will be stationed as watchmen for the base, and I trust that you’ll take it very seriously,” Taeyong said, and although his volume was low, the tone of his voice was hard to argue with. But never for Haechan.

“What if she’s the one that attacks? You really don’t think that’s a possibility? I would never win,”

“Look, I’m not one to be praising anyone around here, yet alone you, but we both saw what happened in the warehouse today. You have a pretty good chance against me,” you muttered, the words foul on your tongue and you tried to swallow your pride. You thought Haechan would have been parading around the room thanking the gods that you were admitting defeat, but instead he was looking at you like you’d grown a second head. “Why do you guys keep putting the perfects on a pedestal, anyway?”

“You don’t know?”

Both boys were looking at you warily, as they seemed to be questioning everything. Then they looked at each other, and Haechan ran a hand through his hair in habit.

“She really doesn’t know, does she?”

“Well now that I think about it, according to Chenle’s record files of each occurrence over the last 20 years,” Taeyong had a moment of realization as his eyes widened. “She wasn’t on it. They’ve never had to use her before,”

“Well should we tell her?”

“Tell me what?”

“No, no. We could use this to our advantage. Get Chenle in here, now.” Haechan dashed out of the room, the most frantic you had ever seen him, and you turned to Taeyong.

“What are you guys hiding from me?”

Taeyong wasn’t even looking at you, swiping aggressively through his tablet in front of him, and you heard Haechan’s shouts echoing from down the hallway. Finally, the man’s eyes flashed up to meet yours, and he had that same glint in his eyes.

“I hope you never find out,”

What was happening? How did they possibly know something about you that you didn’t?

“Haechan said you needed me,” Lucas said, dashing into the doorway.

“Take Y/n back to her room, please,”

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You were woken up by the sound of metal clanging coming from outside, and you jolted up from the portable mesh cot they had given you to sleep in. Putting your shoes on, you made your way out into the hallway, and noticed that the sound was coming from just a few doors down. You knew you weren’t in much of a place where you were welcome just anywhere at any time, but your curiosity got the best of you and you couldn’t hold yourself back from quietly prying the metal door open.

Jaehyun was alone inside the wide, empty room, his back facing you as he picked a dagger up from the assortment laid out on the table before him. He juggled it carelessly in his fingers for a second, testing his grip, then drew back and launched it toward a human-shaped target on the other end. The knife dug deeply into the board, the thumping noise reverberating off the walls. It landed right in the heart, where a majority of the past puncture scars could be seen.

“I heard Sehun talk about you before, you know,” the boy said abruptly, and you wondered how he’d been aware of your presence. “Always going on about marrying you one day. But I was never much involved in the discussions, just listening from afar as my father boasted about his approval of you,”

He turned to you, and there was something brewing in him that made you frightened of the weapon he was wielding.

“I wonder what they would think of you now. The nation’s sweetheart turned rebel and feral for capitol blood,”

Jaehyun threw the second dagger into the very center of the cutout’s skull.

“I don’t want to dislike you, Y/n. I really don’t. But from what I know about you, from what my brother has always said, you have to give me a reason not to,”

You walked out of the room without a word before you fell apart at the seams right in front of him. This was all beginning to be too much. Everything was sinking in.

You were taken from your city, you were adopted by the rebels, and now you had become one yourself. Jaehyun was right. What would everyone think of you now? They may not know of your betrayal yet, but they would soon, and you were never going to be fully prepared for it.

You realized you didn’t know where you were headed only after you found that nothing around you was familiar. The headquarter building was large and had many parts to it, and it wasn’t easy for you to navigate it to begin with, let alone with a frazzled mind. This was all new to you. You were now trapped in a gray area between two worlds who both couldn’t fully trust you. You sat on the ground and leaned against the wall defeatedly. Tears were fighting to escape you, and you pondered on every single decision you had made leading up to this very moment.

You thought of Sehun, the soft spot in his heart he always put aside for you, but then you thought of the people he’d killed. You thought of the kind doctor you had met in Red View when you sprained your ankle, who died in the midst of a rebel bombing while tending to the wounded. But then, you remembered the murdered prospects in the camps, and you accepted the grim fate of the world.

This was war.

“What are you doing?”

A door opened directly in front of you, straight across the hallway from where you had collapsed. Haechan was standing there, without a shirt on, noticeably to you, and he was blinking away the sleep in his eyes. From the window behind him inside his room, you noticed that the sun had risen. The rest of the prospects had probably left, but not the two of you.

“None of your business,” you said, hiding your face behind your hair as you rose on shaky legs. He really was the last person you needed to see. Unfortunately for you, he wasn’t one to give up very easily.

“I hate to break it to you, princess, but you’re on my grounds now. Unless you want to get booted into the grey Wastelands, I suggest you start realizing that for once, you’re at the bottom of the food chain,”

His words angered you beyond belief, and you felt a wave of indescribable rage wash over you. You whipped your fist around in a blaze of fury, and it was impossible for you to stop yourself as you attacked the boy in front of you. He managed to dodge your first couple swings, but he refrained himself from fighting back. Instead, he grabbed your clenched hands in his hold, trying to get you to stop. In the back of your mind, you were telling yourself that it was time to let it go, but a swallowing hole in your chest was preventing you from calming down. You noticed the scars littering his bare torso, and all you could think about was adding more. Haechan had a panicked look on his face, but he knew exactly what was going on.

Your trigger, the one that had been dormant your entire life, had finally snapped.

“Y/n, you have to calm down,” Haechan felt true fear in himself for the first time in a while as he stared into your unnatural, glowing eyes the shade of amber. You were practically thirsting for his blood, using his grip on your hands to fling him backwards, his back slamming into the wall painfully. He grimaced, but still had enough wits in him to dodge your next incoming punch and use his foot to sweep your legs from under you. With you on the ground, he tackled his body over you and pinned your arms above your head as you growled in anger.

“Y/n, look at me,” he demanded, his face looming over you and he was desperately trying to find a way to loosen whatever hold was on you. He’d never had to handle a brainwashed perfect himself, as the only one he’d ever met was you. “Get it together,”

You were struggling against him, your brain foggy and your chest burning. It felt as if something was inside of you, operating you through a control room in your heart. There was nothing you could do to fight against it, and it was giving you the single mission to destroy Haechan pinning you to the ground. You vaguely heard him calling out to you.

“Listen to me,” Haechan pleaded, and your body suddenly started feeling incredibly weak. Your strength was being rapidly sucked out of you with each passing second, and Haechan let go of your arms as you stopped fighting against him. You could feel the coolness of his palms pressing against your cheeks, and he was growing more and more concerned as you were burning up in his hands. Haechan cradled your face, trying to bring you back. “Y/n,”

“Haechan?” you whispered. Your mind had barely returned but your vision was going in and out, the world spinning until you were greeted by a black void.

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daarka · 2 years

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I wanted to make a proper post about this to share--because I'm real proud of what @krakendraken and I came up with, simple though it may be! So enjoy a bit of a lore dump

(very brief/undetailed mentions of prejudice and self harm below, the latter without going into any details at all)

Nils and Eidunn (now Cassiana, but Eidunn originally) got these tattoos for each other as wedding gifts. They tell the story of their life together, and new runes appear when they begin a new chapter of their journey with one another.

The first rune is representative of their starting points: who they are as people.

For Nils, he is represented by algiz ᛉ, the elk. It speaks of his strong intuition and protective, guardian-like nature, with the power to manifest his dreams.

For Eidunn, she is represented by kenaz ᚲ, the torch. Eidunn was born into a nomadic tribe of raiders, all shadar-kai. She was content living amongst them until she began to notice how colorful the world was beyond her culture. Kenaz speaks of following your own truth, seeking creativity and inspiration, which she did as she left her people and began a new path in life that was more than what had been prescribed for her.

The second rune is one they share, representative of their marriage. It is dagaz ᛞ, the dawn. It speaks of new beginnings, of new things becoming possible, of hope and security. It is also symbolic, as the rune of the dawn, as the time when night and day meet, when the sun and the moon cross paths. This added a touch of sentimentality to the rune for these two, as they had likened themselves to the sun (Nils) and the moon (Eidunn) in their partnership.

The third rune represented the path they chose to forge together: working and fighting within a resistance. They loved their homeland, but the people who populated it were outright hateful of the less human races. Tieflings often encountered the worst treatment, even being killed on sight due to the stereotypical assumption that they brought Hell's influence with them. Eidunn, being an elf, was inoffensive, but she found it odd to think that being unaffected by the rampant prejudice was a reason to not want to fight for change.

For Nils, this rune is othala ᛟ, the rune of heritage--but inverted. Inverted, it represents an inheritance of an unwanted nature, such as the prejudice he faces due to simply being born with horns. His involvement in the resistance comes from a place of being personally affected by it, and wanting better for his homeland.

For Eidunn, this rune is thurisaz ᚦ, the hammer. This speaks of powerful direction of energy and force, either of destruction or defense. Conflict that may be cathartic, may be cleansing, or may be purgative. Her involvement in the resistance came from a place of seeking to lend her power to protect and defend those who faced injustice, even though she herself was not a victim of such treatment.

The fourth rune is what derailed their involvement in the resistance: their deaths.

For Nils, this is hagalaz ᚺ, the rune of hail. It represents cataclysmic disaster striking out of the blue, destroying things of deep importance. It is unavoidable change that shakes one to their foundation. This was the case for Nils when Eidunn was ripped apart in front of him, the destruction running so deep that he couldn't find it within himself to go on living without her.

For Eidunn, this rune is eihwaz ᛇ, the ash tree. The focus of Eidunn's death (for her) was not the violence with which her life ended, but the transformation it created. As her soul was ripped from its corporeal vessel, it was taken into the care of Kalma, a deity of graves and decay. The henge Nils built for her as her final resting place elicited the approval of this goddess, a shrine to Her domain that saw fit to make those who rested there Her champions.

After thirty years of lying at this gravesite, their bodies had not decayed, preserved by the grace of some otherworldly force. And one by one, the two corpses were granted a new existence adjacent to life.

It was four more years before they reunited again, their reawakening having been staggered so that they did not begin their second life together, nor realize such was even an option. In no small part, because Eidunn did not awaken with any memory of who she was, or the life she had once lived. She did not even recognize the corpse that lay beside her.

When Nils finally found her again, understanding she did not remember him was a hard pill to swallow. But he felt indescribably familiar to her, and so she found herself wanting to remember. Willing to try. The two of them even willing to start over, as long as they could be together again.

Their fifth rune is another they share: ehwaz ᛖ, the horse. It is gradual but steady progress made through teamwork, trust, and loyalty. Moving forward through cooperation and allegiance. It is their rune of beginning again, and rebuilding a trust that, even through death and the loss of Eidunn's memories, managed to not be entirely lost.

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rupturedtaleblog · 3 years

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RUPTUREDTALE END OF YEAR FIVE: A BUNCH OF SPRITE EDITS OF JACK AND HIS DUMBASS FRIENDS

Happy Anniversary, everyone. To celebrate this year, here is another update to the edit compedium of Jack and his dumbass human friends. The bottom two images are the newest additions.

Under the cut you will find a list of names along with the edits' creators.

Enjoy.

Original.

Original Hatless.

Original Hatless & Jacketless

Vriska Serket from Homestuck.

Christmas Outfit.

Phoenix Wright from Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney. (Halloween Costume).

Split Personalitale Jack (First Split).

Split Personalitale Jack (Second Split).

Maid.

Frack.

Jisk 1.

Jisk 2.

Jisk 3.

Jhara.

Jowery.

Jackriel.

penthos.

penthos. (Rupturedtale Edition).

Joseph from Preboot @ut-fragmented-au

Peter from @terraformed-au

Abigail from @ut-ladentrue by Datudou

Valor from @ut-metal-and-magic

Aston from @barrier-blocks-au

Frederick from preboot @whatitoncewas-au

Asgore from Reflective Journey, by @mamar12

Asgore from Reflective Journey, by @mamar12 (joke)

Sans from Reflective Journey, by @mamar12

Frisk from the @ut-tantamount Preboot

Jack from Team Surge Tubertale.

Cole from The Waking Dream.

Hinawa from Mother 3.

Brad Armstrong from LISA The Painful RPG.

The Batter from OFF.

Spades Slick from Homestuck.

Karkat Vantas from Homestuck.

Mario from Super Mario on the PS4.

Porky Minch from Earthbound and Mother 3.

Schoolgirl Jack.

Squidward Jack.

Jack’s Final Form

Broken Jack

Actual Tile as Jack.

Jack as Actual Tile

Female Jack

Fat Jack

Jusie

Jack Pawnthos from @auversallockdown

Vessel Jack by Puffle

Beta Jack by JakeThatDog

Jack With Three Hats by Puffle

Jile by JakeThatDog

Nelson Jack by Aqua

Red Mist Jack by Aqua

Nogla from @official-tubertale by Pixelcrusher

Sans from @ut-storyspin by Pixelcrusher

Reverse Jack by @fmsdraws

Paper Jack by @fmsdraws

Joseph from @ut-fragmented-au by @swordlover87

Jack Caretaker by @fmsdraws

Female Jack by @fmsdraws

Goo Jack by DastardlyDeacon

Frisk from Deacon’s Swapspin by DastardlyDeacon

Frisk (Revised) from Deacon’s Swapspin by DastardlyDeacon

Jinty 2.0 from @rupturedtaleblog by JakeThatDog

Joge from @rupturedtaleblog by JakeThatDog

Joge (Armored) from @rupturedtaleblog by JakeThatDog

Cerulean by DastardlyDeacon

Protagonist of Freefall by Namiki

Nagito Komaeda from Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair by ThatoneJimmy12

Sou Hiyori from Your Turn To Die -Death Game By Majority-

Jack Noir by Alan900900900

Jack as Dusted from @ut-impulse-break by Dihze

Dusted as Jack from @ut-impulse-breakby Dihze

Jack’s Ultimate Form by @swordlover87

[…] from @undert-a-le

Dino Jack

Beefy Jack

Child Jack

Adult Jack

Jris

Yes by @skeletalscallybones

Jack’s Penultimate Form by Jellybean_Bloom

Awful Hospital Jack by Puffle

Awful Hospital Jack (Green) by Puffle

Awful Hospital Jack (Blue) by Puffle

Awful Hospital Jack (Green Gown) by Puffle

Awful Hospital Jack (Blue Gown) by Puffle

Jack Awakening by Puffle

Trans Rights Jack by Puffle

Bear Jack by Puffle

Blackjack

Bojack Horseman from the hit tv sitcom Horsin’ Around.

Jack by Skulgan

Conveniently Shaped Jack by JakeThatDog

Blue Cheesecake by Jellybean_Bloom

LustJack by Jellybean_Bloom

Jackgar by JakeThatDog

98 Killjoy by JakeThatDog

Jack Chungus by Puffle

The Spy by JakeThatDog

The Spy (Disguised as Doge) by JakeThatDog

Goomba Jack by Puffle

Ruptured Jack

This Stop Sign Is a Hexagon by @audiospawn

Upside-Down Jack by Puffle

Jack Dying For Our Sins by Puffle

Tiny Jack

Crossbones from @tsunderswapofficial by Beethovenus

W.D. Jack by JakeThatDog

Jack Spep by Beethovenus

OAGOH AOHG AOGHOA GOAGO OAGH by Beethovenus

Madjack by Beethovenus

Burgerpants from @tsunderswapofficial by Beethovenus

OAOOAOGOGO OOAOAOGAGH by Beethovenus

Wet Jack by Beethovenus

Jack Wazowski by Puffle

Ice Cream Cone Jack by CHAOS_FANTAZY

Jack Unyessing by Jellybean_Bloom

Fresh Jack by Jellybean_Bloom

Tux Jack by Time Traveler

Jack MC by JakeThatDog (why)

99 Hot Air by Puffle

Airplane Jack by Puffle

Alien Jack by Puffle

Alien Jack (Attack Mode) by Puffle

Rubber-Band Jack by Puffle

Jack Simpson by JakeThatDog

Jack HD Remastered by JakeThatDog

Annoying Jack by Puffle

Chef Jack by Puffle

Jaggie Parsa by JakeThatDog

Jalphis by JakeThatDog

Jack from Rupturedcraft by JakeThatDog

Winter Jack by @mamar12

Japyrus by @subna03

Jalsei by @subna03

Jack doing his best by Jellybean_Bloom

JC by JakeThatDog

AK by JakeThatDog

Jack Troll by JakeThatDog

Jack Skellington by JakeThatDog

Business Jack by JakeThatDog

Jack Sanchez by Tyler Boomed

Papyrus from @invertedfate by JakeThatDog

Sack by Thatonejimmy

Jack’s Head

Jack’s Head Yessing

sack rupturedtale by Thatonejimmy

Gabriel by @vuristwo

Bald Jack

Homer Simpson by Tyler Boomed

Peter Griffin by Tyler Boomed

Undetailed Jack by JakeThatDog

Undetailed Jack by Puffle

Bart from Title Pending

Grimmer from Until De4th

Jumbo Jack by JakeThatDog

Glyde After He Stole Jack’s Clothes

Ninty In Jack’s Body by @skeletalscallybones

Shrak Has Swag by @skeletalscallybones

PEPSIMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN by @skeletalscallybones

Jack Edit by @wingeddogglob

Yoshikage Kira from Diamond is Unbreakable by Spouting - @ut-sudden-changes

Yoshikage Kira from JOJOLION by Spouting - @ut-sudden-changes

Jack Penthos by Spouting - @ut-sudden-changes

Deltarupture Jack (Light World) by Spouting - @ut-sudden-changes

Deltarupture Jack (Dark World) by Spouting - @ut-sudden-changes

Jack Minecraft Skin by Wrongnut.

Jundyne.

Doge’s Human Cosplay.

Original

Original Hatless.

Original Hatless & Jacketless

Jack as Ellie by Pearl

Ellie as Jack by Pearl

Jack Behind the Slaughter by Pacmaster

Jack Afton by @skeletalscallybones

Villajack by Pacmaster

PogJack by Comic

Goojacks by Soufon

JackChamp by

Kirbjack by

Roblox Jack by Comic

Minecraft Jack by ches

Terraria Jack by ches

Homejack Runner by Pacmaster

Jack Being a Mess by Comic

Crying Jack by Pacmaster

Hippy Jack by Comic

Phantom Jack by Pacmaster

Dark World Jack by Bastian076

Skeleton Jack by

Loss Jack by Audiospawn

Saitajack by Tyler Boomed

Jack Animatronic by Comic

Jack Ghost by Pacmaster

The Jack Apparition by Pacmaster

Furry Jack by averagejokester

Jack Worker by Comic

Worker Jack from Undertale: The Workers by Comic

Spongejack by Comic

Patjack by Comic

Squidjack by Comic

Krabjack by Comic

Jackolette Penthoshire (Q84) by Jack’O Kirby

14-year-old Jack Penthos by Portel

14-year-old Ressie by Portel

Clothes Swap 14-year-old Jack Penthos by Portel

Clothes Swap 14-year-old Ressie by Portel

Clothes Swap Jack Penthos by Portel

Ressie by Portel

“Horror” Jack (inspired by A2E’s Horror Papyrus) by Portel

Clown Jack by Audiospawn

Sus Jack by Subna

Jack Lump by Jack’o Kirby

Unimportant Crewmate by Pacmaster

Jack Crewmate Cerulean

Jack Impostor by Cerulean

Jack Penthos by Seth McFarlane (Comic)

Story of Rupturedtale by Comic

Jrisk by Jack’O Lantern

Korb Jack by CJ

Paper Jack by Comic

PePePenthos by CJ

Penguin Penthos by Comic

Jack Conagher by Portel

Engiejack by Portel

Jackass by Portel

[REDACTED]

Wide Jack by Jack’O Lantern

Same by Puffle

Jack Smoke by JakeThatDog

DIO Penthos by Tyler Boomed

Penthos Sphere by averagejokester

Irritated Dog by Jack’O Lantern

Jusie by Jack’O Lantern

Sack by Jack’O Lantern

Jack Icon by Jack’O Lantern

Jario by Tyler Boomed

Juigi by Tyler Boomed

Jarwio by Tyler Boomed

Jaluigi by Tyler Boomed

Undertale Alpha Jack by Ninadroid

Jack Skellington by Ninadroid

Fish Jack by Ninadroid

Kris Jack by Ninadroid

Echo Flower Jack by Ninadroid

Goat Jack by Ninadroid

Jack Universe by Ninadroid

Jack Stickmin by JakeThatDog

Dog Jack by Ninadroid

Jackstablook by Ninadroid

Evil Chara Jack by Ninadroid

Jemmie by Ninadroid

Jettaton by Ninadroid

Jettaton EX by Ninadroid

Jasgore by Ninadroid

K/DA Akali Jack by Ninadroid

Jack the Clown by Ninadroid

Goku Jack by Ninadroid

Promare Jack by Ninadroid

Cyborg Jack by Ninadroid

JACKsepticeye by Ninadroid

Captain Jack Sparrow by Ninadroid

Inkling Jack by Ninadroid

Rupturedfell Jack by Ninadroid

Spider-Jack by Ninadroid

Onion Jack by Ninadroid

Imannoyed by Skeletal Scallywag

Headcrab Jack by Comic

Cringe Jack by Comic and Skeletal Scallywag

Jaggie by Comic

Jack Toudou by Comic

Jack Suou by Comic

Jack Amano by Comic

Jack Yuki by Comic

Jack Shiomi by Comic

Jack Narukami by Comic

Jack Amamiya by Comic

Jack Frost by Ninadroid

egg

Smurf Jack by JakeThatDog

Jack Penthos (Orange Flavor) by Portel

Oni Penthos by Skeletal Scallywag

Mad Jack by Skeletal Scallywag

Mad Jack Dummy by Skeletal Scallywag

Robot Mad Jack Dummy by Skeletal Scallywag

Jackumi by Skeletal Scallywag

Leack of Rupshido & Ruptohr by Skeletal Scallywag

Shrack by Skeletal Scallywag

Shrack’s First Child by Skeletal Scallywag

Shrak’s Second Child by Skeletal Scallywag

Monke by Skeletal Scallywag

That Guy

Jack Cartman by Tyler Boomed

Jackie Monothos Homeless (Savesister) by Portel

Ack (Monoprism) by Portel

Sheriff Jack (Monoprism) by Portel

The Jack (Monoprism) by Portel

The Jack XL (Monoprism) by Portel

Jack Penthoswell (Monoprism) by Portel

Jackon (Monoprism) by Portel

Jackyrus by Skeletal Scallywag

Penthos-Louie by Portel and Pinokio

Penthos-Louie Taller Portel and Pinokio

Penthos-Louie Tallest Portel and Pinokio

Dejackipated by Skeletal Scallywag

Jackie Monothos (Monoprism) by Portel

Jile by Portel

Steven Penthos by Comic

Jyclops by Jack’O Lantern

Jack Selling His Dignity To Fast Food Corporations by Jack’O Lantern

JAKU NIKU by Jack’O Lantern

Calvin Penthos by skeletal scallywag

Jaxosbra by skeletal scallywag

Jlyde by skeletal scallywag

Jerry by skeletal scallywag

Empathyblook by skeletal scallywag

Jack Pissing by skeletal scallywag

Professionally™️ Upscaled Jack

Jackhog by Jack’O Lantern

Sonic Adventure Ruptured: Jack the Hedgehog by soufon

Doomer Woah Jack by soufon

Jackbox by soufon

Finn Penthos by soufon

Happy Thoughts by soufon

NON- by TippyInk

Jαck by Portel

Spinel Penthos by soufon

Jack Rupturedtale by soufon

Jack Wearing His Clothes Backwards by soufon

Smallest Jack by Comic

Smaller Jack by soufon

Small Jack by Comic

The Jack 2 (Monoprism) by Portel

Jackteria by soufon

Pickle Jack by skeletal scallywag

MnM Jack by Comic

Impailed Jack by TippyInk

String Jack by Pacmaster

Baby Jack (No Hat or Jacket) by TippyInk

Baby Jack (No Hat) by TippyInk

Baby Jack by TippyInk

Jacket by TippyInk

Puppet Penthos by Pacmaster

Jacob Pisti by soufon

Friskjack by soufon

Ghoul Jack by skeletal scallywag

Cool Jack by skeletal scallywag

Azul Jack by skeletal scallywag

Pool Jack by skeletal scallywag

Announcer Jack by TippyInk

Furry Jack by TippyInk

The Unimportant Guardian Fish by Skeletal Scallywag

Pissed off Goose by comic

Jack Spiral by skeletal scallywag

9 GRAND CHILD by skeletal scallywag

Dazed Jack by skeletal scallywag

Empty Jack by skeletal scallywag

The Sneaky Hermit by skeletal scallywag

So Tired by skeletal scallywag

Jar Jar Jinks by skeletal scallywag

Jack-Mono (Monoprism) by Portel

nothing lmao

Jack-Al (Monoprism) by Portel

Jack-Gray (Monoprism) by Portel

Jack-Infant (Monoprism) by Portel

Imposter Jack (Undertαle/Rupturɛdtale?) by Portel

Jack-Monster (Monoprism) by Portel

Jack-Will (Monoprism) by Portel

Jack-Will (Bloody) (Monoprism) by Portel

Jack-Sebon (Monoprism) by Portel

Jack-Sebon (Hospital) (Monoprism) by Portel

Jack-Eye (Monoprism) by Portel

Jack Portelthos by Portel

Jack Earthbound Penthos by Puffle

Jack Earthbound Penthos Variation by Puffle

Jack “Mother 2” Penthos by Puffle

Jack “Mother 2” Penthos variation by Puffle

Charlie Penthos by averagejokester

Ijack by JakeThatDog

Jackvil by JakeThatDog

Jack Mix by skeletal scallywag

Terry Penthos by skeletal scallywag

Jaaron by skeletal scallywag

Human Jhrek by skeletal scallywag

Fracturedstory Jack

OC Sprite by Pixelcrusher

Jack Penthos by Pixelcrusher

Jack Unit by Comic

98 Human Revision by Comic

Poppy by FMSDraws

Jack Wishing For Death by FMSDraws

Regijackgas by Cerulean

Sans Jack by CoolDude

AU Protag Jack by CoolDude

Frisk Jack by CoolDude

Sariel by SoupTaels

Josh by SoupTaels

True Geno’s Gaster by SoupTaels

Sariel (Jack Colors) by SoupTaels

Josh (Jack Colors) by SoupTaels

True Geno’s Gaster (Jack Colors) by SoupTaels

Shroob by Mamar

Brotherhood Sans by Mamar

Subaru Penthos by Tyler Boomed

King Jajajack by skeletal scallywag

Masked King Jajajack by skeletal scallywag

Shadow Jajajack by skeletal scallywag

Jajajack clone by skeletal scallywag

Jajajack clone 2.0 by skeletal scallywag

King J Mind by skeletal scallywag

Parallel Jajajack by skeletal scallywag

Jack Kirby by skeletal scallywag

Jutter and Joast by JakeThatDog

Coffee Shop Jack by Subna

Coffee Shop Frisk With Jack’s Clothes by Subna

Chiaki Nanami by Subna

Jack Nanami by Subna

Jalter Whittle

IF Unjack by skeletal scallywag

Pumpkin Jack by skeletal scallywag

J I O by skeletal scallywag

Jack Resized With An Emulator Filter by Jack’O Lantern

Jack Penthos (Prince of Heart) by averagejokester

Jack Boy by JakeThatDog

Jodd

Jodd Chavez

Gamer Jack by Comic

Unnus

Annus by Portel

IF Jundyne Damaged by skeletal scallywag

Special Hug by skeletal scallywag

Jolbat by JakeThatDog

The Entirety of Twitch Chat by JakeThatDog

Jack “Crazy Frog” Penthos by skeletal scallywag

Jancer by skeletal scallywag

Jlowely by CJ

irl jack by skeletal scallywag

Creeper Jack by Ninadroid

Jack of Kaards by Ninadroid

GEO exe Jack by Ninadroid

Fall Jack by Ninadroid

Jack of the Lantern by Ninadroid

Lion-O Jack by Ninadroid

King Knight Jack by Ninadroid

Galar Trainer Jack by Ninadroid

Count Jackcula by Ninadroid

J-Man by JakeThatDog

Cut Jack (This and the rest are by skeletal scallywag)

Guts Jack

Ice Jack

Bomb Jack

Fire Jack

Elec Jack

Time Jack

Oil Jack

Bond Jack

Metal Jack

Air Jack

Bubble Jack

Quick Jack

Crash Jack

Flash Jack

Heat Jack

Wood Jack

Ghost of Jackob Pentharly

Jack of Christmas past

Jack of Christmas present

Jack of Christmas future

Jacker

Jacunk

Jallade

Jaquint

Tengu Jack

Astro Jack

Sword Jack

Clown Jack

Search Jack

Frost Jack

Grenade Jack

Aqua Jack

Needle Jack

Magnet Jack

Gemini Jack

Hard Jack

Top Jack

Snake Jack

Spark Jack

Shadow Jack

Bright Jack

Toad Jack

Drill Jack

Pharaoh Jack

Ring Jack

Dust Jack

Dive Jack

Skull Jack

Gravity Jack

Wave Jack

Stone Jack

Gyro Jack

Star Jack

Charge Jack

Napalm Jack

Crystal Jack

Dark Jack 1

Dark Jack 2

Dark Jack 3

Dark Jack 4

Blizzard Jack

Centaur Jack

Flame Jack

Knight Jack

Plant Jack

Tomahawk Jack

Wind Jack

Yamato Jack

Freeze Jack

Junk Jack

Burst Jack

Cloud Jack

Spring Jack

Slash Jack

Shade Jack

Turbo Jack

Iceburn Jack

Speedrun Jack

Spike Jack

Oyster Jack

Hack Jack

Leaf Jack

Zap Jack

Coal Jack

Dagger Jack

Wizard Jack

Axe Jack

Soak Jack

Trash Jack

Battery Jack

Sonic Jack

Volt Jack

Dyna Jack

Justice Jack

Death Jack

Crypt Jack

Photon Jack

Pule Jack

Virus Jack

Boom Jack

Shock Jack

Circuit Jack

Charade Jack

Fish Jack

Polar Jack

Terror Jack

Thermo Jack

Thrill Jack

Plague Jack

War Jack

Power Jack

Port Jack

Flare Jack

Jackstar/Sun Jack

Mercury Jack

Venus Jack

Jackrra/Earth Jack

Mars Jack

Jupiter Jack

Saturn Jack

Uranus Jack

Neptune Jack

Pluto Jack

Yoku Jack

Hammer Jack

Nail Jack

Tank Jack

Jet Jack

Glue Jack

Trinitro Jack

Rainbow Jack

Yo-yo Jack

Whirlpool Jack

Blade Jack

Pump Jack

Commando Jack

Chill Jack

Sheep Jack

Strike Jack

Nitro Jack

Solar Jack

Block Jack

Fuse Jack

Acid Jack

Blast Jack

Tundra Jack

Torch Jack

Impact Jack

Bounce Jack

Bit Jack

Shark Jack

Old Wave Jack

Old Oil Jack

Old Blade Jack

Old Torch Jack

Tiny Jack

Jack Cratchit

Jack the Scrooge

The Jack of Ignorance

The Empathetic Wishing Star

Mr Jackwig

Jackred

Jolly old Saint Jack

Concrete Jack

Tornado Jack

Plug Jack

Jewel Jack

Hornet Jack

Magma Jack

Galaxy Jack

Fake Jack

Dangan Jack

Konro Jack

Aircon Jack

Komuso Jack

The Red Clock Jack

The Blue Clock Jack

Compass Jack

Dynamo Jack

Cold Jack

Ground Jack

Pirate Jack

Burner Jack

Magic Jack

Missile Jack

Tide Jack

Reactor Jack

Drake Jack

Todd Pathos.

Maggie Farsa.

Miere Nizer by Mildred.

Sophia Nowakowski

Moira Winters

Whitty by Anonymous

Ruv by Anonymous

Mr. Watters

Jamien by VitalitySensor

Turibo by VitlitySensor

Summer Jack

Jack Penthos (Talent Cultivation Project)

Jack Penthos - Hatless (Talent Cultivation Project)

Dave Strider Cosplay

jans. by AmericanRedcoat

Tapyrus by AmericanRedcoat

Mhara by AmericanRedcoat

Tyler Penthoomed by skeletal scallywag

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Chaos Maggie by Veggie

Minus Monster Jack by pacmaster

Maggie Forgets To Cut Her Hair by Veggie

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Garcello by JakeThatDog

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Tauros Todd by AmericanRedcoat

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98 Human (Todd) by JakeThatDog

98 Human (Maggie) by JakeThatDog

98 Human (Moira) by JakeThatDog

98 Human (Sophie) by JakeThatDog

98 Human (Miere) by JakeThatDog

Scrimblo Jack by Waffl'M

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Malley by Waffl'M

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Mr. Mausono by Tyler Boomed

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Heaven Ascension JIO by skeletal scallywag

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The Maggie of Want

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Ghost Maggie by skeletal scallywag

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Marcus by portel

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Tethan by JakeThatDog

Melaine by JakeThatDog

Malem by JakeThatDog

Sophia TBA by JakeThatDog

Scottish Moira by JakeThatDog

Goner Jack by skeletal scallywag

Jack Jaguar by skeletal scallywag

Jack Kiryu by JakeThatDog

Moira Majima by JakeThatDog

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Jex by Cooldude.

Jack Cooper by skeletal scallywag

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Big Maggie by JakeThatDog

Varan the Empathetic by skeletal scallywag

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Rupturedswap Jack by Mildred

Rupturedswap Miere by Mildred

EB Jack by Tyler Boomed

Ness Penthos by Tyler Boomed

Flextape Jack by skeletal scallywag

A Speck of Sand

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Zombie Jack by Shiny Emerald

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Todd Gumshoe by JakeThatDog

Maggie Fey by JakeThatDog

Miere Butz by JakeThatDog

Sophia Skye by JakeThatDog

Moira Hart by JakeThatDog

Enlightened Jack

Enlightened Todd

Enlightened Maggie

Enlightened Miere.

Enlightened Sophia.

Enlightened Moira.

The Jack Behind the Slaughter by Shiny Emerald

Crying Todd by Shiny Emerald

Crying Maggie by Shiny Emerald

Crying Miere by Shiny Emerald

Crying Sophia by Shiny Emerald

Crying Moira by Shiny Emerald

Moiroka by skeletal scallywag

Camoira by skeletal scallywag

Brooding Jack by Cooldude

Fell Jack by portel

Hungry Jackin by skeletal scallywag

Toddro by skeletal scallywag

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Jio's Head by skeletal scallywag

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Jack with Maggie's colors 1 by pacmaster

Jack with Maggie's colors 2 by pacmaster

Jack with Maggie's colors 3 by pacmaster

Todd with Jack's colors by pacmaster

Maggie with Todd's colors by pacmaster

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Jack with Todd's colors 2 by pacmaster

Jack with Todd's colors 3 by pacmaster

Todd with Maggie's colors by pacmaster

Maggie with Jack's colors by pacmaster

Jack with inverted colors 1 by pacmaster

Jack with inverted colors 2 by pacmaster

Jack with inverted colors 3 by pacmaster

Moira with inverted colors by pacmaster

Rioichi Penthos by skeletal scallywag

Tennessee Kid Penthos by skeletal scallywag

Bob Penthos by skeletal scallywag

Sir Galleth Penthos by skeletal scallywag

Salim Al Penthar by skeletal scallywag

Deltarupture Jack by Frippami

Deltarupture Maggie by Frippami

Deltarupture Maggie + Fuzzleworth by Frippami

Deltarupture Dark World Jack by Frippami

Deltarupture Dark World Maggie by Frippami

Deltarupture Doge by Frippami

#undertale #undertale au #rupturedtale #anniversary #regretv6 #jack #todd #maggie #moira #miere #sophie

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straighttma · 4 years

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i made a rough plot for straighttma, do with this what you will

S1- Sasha has a crush on Jon; Jon thinks he’s too good for her. Tim is a massive twink; subtle feelings for Jon are shown. Martin gets made fun of a lot. Jane Prentiss tries to seduce Martin. Angry that he spurns her, she attacks the Institute. Michael is nonbinary and portrayed as predatory. Elias is a misogynist. (idk why this is super undetailed compared to the other ones)

S2- Sasha is replaced by the not-them who is way more attractive than her; Jon falls for her. Martin gets made fun of a lot. Tim grows strangely depressed and begins to act out of character. (I feel like his parents come to stay with him or something and start making fun of him for being gay so he tones down his queerness.) This makes Jon suspicious of him. Helen comes and gives her statement and Jon cheats on Sasha with her. When he finds out that Michael ate her he is full of manly rage. He still is with [not] Sasha tho. Jon is devastated when he finds out that Sasha was killed by the not-them since he loved her all along. Daisy and Basira are still suspicious of Jon, pretty much business as usual with them. Also, Jon finds out that Elias and Gertrude were married and he is the product of Gertrude’s affair with Leitner.

S3 - Jon goes to stay with Georgie and Quincy. Georgie is a kindergarten teacher. They start off rocky until Elias realizes that Quincy has inherited some of Jon’s eye powers and kidnaps him (to use him for the apocalypse, though Jon doesn’t know this.) Jon and Georgie bond over saving their child and fall in love again. Then, Jon is kidnapped by Nikola and when Michael comes to kill him, Jon is so clearly enraged about Michael eating Helen that Helen is able to take over Michael through the power of love. However, Jon is disgusted by Helen’s new monstrous form (she just has red eyes and really long fingernails) so he reluctantly travels through her door, telling Helen that he doesn’t believe it’s really her anymore. After this, Jon realizes that he must protect Quincy and Georgie by returning to the Institute. Basira and Melanie still get tricked into joining the Institute. Also, Melanie ran a ghost-themed youtube channel rather than a ghost hunt one. When Jon goes to visit Jude, he brings Melanie along and there is weird sexual tension between them. Later they are shown fxcking. When Jon visits Mike Crew instead of Mike Vasting him, they get in a physical fight. Then Daisy comes and takes Mike by surprise. She realizes that since Jon was fighting Mike he must be good so they go back to the Institute together where the Elias scene happens. Also, when Tim finds out that Jon was kidnapped by Nikola he vows to get revenge and is shown being super dedicated to stopping the Unknowing. He lies and says that he had a brother who was taken by them so no one suspects his feelings. At the Unknowing, Nikola says she’ll kill Jon if Tim doesn’t confess his feelings so he does. Also, Gertrude comes to Jon the same as before (she looks super young for an old lady) and says she’s disappointed in him. Same with Leitner. Daisy kills Hope and is put in the Buried by Breekon but this is portrayed as her being strong but just not strong enough. Then Tim sacrifices himself to save everyone.

S4 - After watching Jon nearly die, Basira realizes she loves Jon. She visits him in the hospital everyday. Then Ophelia (Oliver) Banks comes and goes into Jon’s dream to bang him which wakes him up. At first, Basira is really jealous and acts hostile to Jon but their feelings finally culminate and they kiss. Meanwhile, Peter Lukas--who is bitter because Gertrude rejected him--asks Martin if he wants revenge on the archival staff for making fun of him all the time. Martin says yes and turns evil and starts working for Peter. It turns out that when the Flesh attacked, Melanie got a slaughter bullet in her bc Jared just happened to be using a slaughter gun. The only reason Basira and Melanie are alive is because Helen saved them (same as before except in this one Melanie is incapable and weak.) After Jon removes the slaughter bullet from Melanie she realizes she loves him. Jon has some conflict but he decides he likes Melanie better. They are together for a while but ultimately break up because Melanie is too much of a SJW. Breekon delivers the coffin and Jon ceaseless watches him in rage at him having Daisy in the coffin. He goes in there. He and Daisy frick in there and now they are together. Jon asks Daisy to give up the Hunt because obviously he knows what’s best for her and she does it. Then they go to stop Manuela together. Meanwhile, Melanie tries to find out Peter and Martin’s plan. She and Martin start to bond over being weirdo outsiders. When Daisy and Jon find Manuela she is a cold, sexy-but-traumatized femme fatale. Jon starts to know her to death or whatever he did to Breekon because he is struggling with his humanity but then Daisy begs him to stop. Helen shows up and eats Manuela. Daisy and Jon get mad at her for this because it’s evil or whatever. Then they return to the Institute. Jon starts being suspicious about Annabelle Cane so he goes to Hilltop Road alone. Annabelle Cane is there and she’s Russian and wearing all leather. She says she’ll tell Jon her plan if he fricks her. Jon wants to say no but the Web compels him to do it (this is portrayed as hot rather than as rape.) Anyway, so Jon and Anabelle Cane frick and then Anabelle gives Jon her statement before leaving stealthily. When Jon returns, Melanie says there’s tapes from Martin on her desk. Martin apparently was having second guesses about being evil because of his newfound love for Melanie. Trevor, Julia, and the not-them show up so Daisy kisses Jon and sacrifices herself back into the hunt to stop them. Basira is killed in the mix. Who knows what Melanie is doing. And Jon goes to the panopticon to stop Peter and Martin. Meanwhile, things go down as usual except Peter has kidnapped Georgie in order to lure Jon. He chucks Georgie and Martin into the lonely. Jon goes in there to save them but is only able to bring Georgie back but he does manage to destroy Lukas. Jon asks Melanie to take care of Quincy so that Quincy can be safe from anything that follows Jon. Then Jon and Georgie go to the safehouse together and frick a lot. Jon starts the eyepocalypse or whatever idk.

S5 - Jon and Georgie begin to travel through the apocalypse. In each domain, Jon kills the avatar, thus freeing the people. However, Jon knows that there’s too many domains for him to reach each one so he has to destroy Elias to destroy all of the domains at once. Helen follows Jon and Georgie around like in the real thing. They go to the hunt domain where daisy is and Jon sees that she’s monstrous so he kills her. As Daisy dies in his arms, she says she still loves him and she kisses him. Georgie is jealous and this leads to conflict. When they get to Salaesa’s they find out he was controlling Annabelle all along. Annabelle keeps trying to seduce Jon and Jon rejects her but Salaesa gets mad and kicks Jon and Georgie out. Georgie doesn’t believe Jon was innocent in this. Then when they get to Martin’s domain they find that Martin has been protecting Melanie and Quincy there all along and Melanie and Martin are completely in love. When Georgie sees how excited Jon is to see Quincy, she realizes that she can’t stay mad at him and she loves him so they frick and make up. Melanie and Martin agree to take care of Quincy until Jon and Georgie save the world. When Jon and Georgie make it to the Panopticon, Elias is there. Elias is sad because even though he is immortal and all-powerful, he doesn’t have love like Jon and Georgie do. Jon defeats Elias--who is weakened from his remorse--in an eye-power battle. Jon wins and somehow killing Elias restores the world exactly to normal (but the fears are still there.) Everyone forgets what happened except for Jon, Georgie, Melanie, and Martin. Jon takes over the Institute and runs it except now it’s good that he’s collecting people’s statements because he’s severed his and the institute’s connection with the eye yet he still has eye powers. He and Georgie move to the suburbs, marry, and raise Quincy together. Martin and Melanie continue working at the institute and also get married. The last line of the show is some lame joke at Martin’s expense.

#i am wowed #yall work so hard #the magnus archives #tma #straighttma #tma au #submission

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praavicordius · 3 years

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Moonstruck Solo

The anomaly that had happened all those weeks ago, that house. Abel's memory of it was foggy at best. Perhaps it was the shit he was on at the time, perhaps it was his mind trying to protect him from that he'd experienced there.. but he couldn't really remember much but the hollow terror that rose in his throat and choked at him any time he spent too long thinking about it. He knew that if anyone.. anyone tried to talk about it he'd shut them down. He'd walk away if he had to. But he wasn't going to think about it. He wasn't going to talk about it.

Well. That's what he thought.

||Get up. Get the fuck up||

Abel grunted, jerking to sit up from his bed as his hand dropped to the gun he'd kept at his nightstand. A reflex that no longer really mattered in the world he lived in. One that clearly didn't matter to the man that was somehow standing in his room laughing callously. Somehow alive? "Wh- what the fuck!?" Abel barked out as he scrambled back to the other side of the bed and pushed to stand, buck-ass naked as what had to be his mentor stood there in the corner and laughed. His voice sharp and cruel and his visage was just how Abel had last seen him. Perfectly normal-- well. Except for the blood darkening his shirt and the caved in bit of skull and brain in the back of his head from the blunt-force impact that had killed him. Eyes that were once bright blue were now white and when he laughed, blood darkened his mouth and tongue. ||What are you gonna do, kiddo? Kill me? Being responsible for my death wasn't enough? You wanted to pull the trigger too?||

Abel recoiled, realization bleeding through the shock on his features and dark eyes closed in exhaustion and pain as the ghost started to dig into him. Sighing sharply. "Come on.." he bit out, reaching for the whiskey bottle on the nightstand and chugging it. Pitching the empty bottle toward the ghost. ||What, Abel? You can't even do that pathetic excuse for a job sober? Need to get drunk or high to be a dirty piece of shit?|| The wolf grunted, grabbing his jeans and yanking them on hard. His gaze decidedly avoiding his Mentors line of vision as the ghosts voice turned from taunting to vicious.. angry shouting. Berating and demeaning the man who had so looked up to him in life. Abel didn't know what would stop this.. but he knew he had to get out of here. Yanking his shirt on and not even bothering to button it, Abel made his way toward his front door in long, desperate steps.

The visage that met him in the darkness of early morning as he opened his door caused him to jerk to a stop. It silenced his mentor even as the large wolf's dark eyes stared in desolate confusion at what he was seeing. It wasn't exactly human, though a humanoid form was clear but undetailed in the bright orb of warm red light that surrounded it. Simply standing out on his porch, his dogs slept as if nothing was there. He couldn't see her features but he knew it was a woman. He couldn't see her eyes but he knew she was looking at him. Trying to talk to him, the form even reached out.

"No! NO!" Abel barked out and jerked back. Instantly, the form stopped and seemed to become more transparent, arm dropping as if obediently as Abel stormed past it. Unlike the red glow, his mentor recovered and scowled at the glow, stalking past it and following Abel persistently into the darkness.

#EVENT SOLO #covaireevent #Haunted Solo

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ao3feed-weilan · 4 years

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by mici_micelle

There was this old horror story young boys used to scare the little girls they fancy, an urban legend that teenagers passed around on the internet with a snicker, despite the fact that they're scared of it themselves. Sometimes the story came with a face, sometimes it was just a little song. Sometimes there were no words at all, just the fear of being asked that question that always led to a bloody death: Have you seen Kunlun?

That night, Zhao Yunlan, had encountered the said ghost.

Words: 5983, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 镇魂 | Guardian (TV), 镇魂 | Guardian - priest

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Characters: Zhào Yúnlán, Dà Qìng, Lín Jìng, Shěn Wēi

Relationships: Shěn Wēi/Zhào Yúnlán

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, UrbanLegend!Shen Wei, Regular human Zhao Yunlan, Blood, Horror, Masturbation, undetailed depictions of blowjobs, undetailed depictions of rough sex

#ao3feed #weilan #shen wei x zhao yunlan #guardian #guardian drama #guardian cdrama

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ao3feed-themagnusarchives · 5 years

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but hunter, you were human, don't forget it and go safely

by Shorty

Basira catches up to Daisy approximately fifteen months after the world ends.

(Though, if Basira is being honest with herself - and she tries to be - she could have caught up months sooner. The thing about an apocalypse is it’s a nice distraction from having to kill the person you care about most in the world. Even if she made you promise that you would.)

Words: 1120, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, Gen

Characters: Basira Hussain, Alice "Daisy" Tonner

Relationships: Basira Hussain/Alice "Daisy" Tonner

Additional Tags: the basira/daisy can be read as romantic or platonic, Post ep160, inspired by daisy asking basira to kill her in ep159, implied sadness but nothing all that sad happens in the fic, referenced non-canon character death off screen, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Whump, does include minor undetailed descriptions of murder, and the word 'viscera'

source http://archiveofourown.org/works/23193502

#the magnus archives #ao3feed #fanfiction

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peremadeleine · 6 years

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Heyyooooo wanna explain to me why you don't like Mary Todd Lincoln? (in all honesty im hella curious) And can we talk more about Ann Rutledge? And what was your opinion on Mary and Lincoln's marriage? so many questions so sorry but I love talking about this stuff

I’ll say that I don’t actively dislike Mary. I think she’s often demonized, quite unfairly, and that she had many good qualities. She was intelligent, well-educated, witty, and charming. She was by all accounts an excellent, devoted mother. Without her, Lincoln probably never would have been president. I believe she cared for him, and that he loved her after a fashion as well (he adored his children as much as she did, and even if theirs was no grand romance, I imagine he would’ve had a love for the mother of his children, whoever she was).

That said…

Mary was emotionally unstable, horribly insecure (did I just describe myself?), more and more paranoid as the presidency/war went on, and was, unfortunately, an easy target for vicious attacks in the press. Lincoln was already less than popular, and his “Southern” wife whose well-off family, some of whom owned slaves and fought for the Confederacy, was an obvious scapegoat, though through no fault of her own. She really didn’t help either him or herself by wildly overspending (on herself and on White House renovations) or by becoming obsessed with spiritualism following the death of their son in 1862. Of course both the Lincolns felt that loss very keenly, but Mary’s increasing erratic behavior afterwards only created more strain for Lincoln. He was prone to depression anyway and was, at that time, already at breaking point mentally/emotionally. To complicate things even further, Mary was also very easily manipulated by anyone who wanted something from her husband. Even people in Lincoln’s own administration didn’t like her, eve going so far as to call her the “Hellcat”.

Honestly? No person is perfect, and often hindsight doesn’t do them any favors. I’ve read the biographies of several first ladies now (one on Abigail Adams, one on Mary, and am currently reading one on Eleanor Roosevelt) and they all had their flaws. It comes down, frankly, to personal preference and to the fact that I adore Lincoln. Even if I was super interested his wife, he is my number one favorite historical figure and has been for so long that I don’t remember a time when he wasn’t, so Mary would already be playing catch-up for me?

tl;dr I’m not super interested in Mary, but her personality–despite her many good qualities–just doesn’t appeal to me? I’m Just Not That Into Her?? I also think I see things in Mary’s personality that reflect things I don’t like about myself (as noted above) and also things I don’t like about my mother, but that’s…a whole different topic. Some other first ladies (see: Abigail and Eleanor) are among my other favorite historical figures, so…it’s really all subjective?

I will say that I think Mary got a raw deal. She was branded as a traitor and a Confederate spy, which she wasn’t at all. Heck, her home state of Kentucky (which was also the state of Lincoln’s birth represent) didn’t even secede, even if members of her family fought for the Confederacy. She was present when her husband was killed, which could’ve only been horrific for her, and afterwards she got vilified by people like William Herndon. Then her third son (Tad) died, and her only living son (Robert) institutionalized her for being supposedly insane–a betrayal no matter how you slice it even if her behavior was erratic. People continued to take advantage of her, such as when they “photographed” her with the “ghost” of her husband. Finally, this traumatized, grief-stricken woman died believing she was impoverished when, in reality, she was able to live in perfect comfort and financial security.

Maybe part of what I don’t like about her boils down to the complexities of the marriage? It wasn’t an altogether happy one, and Lincoln must have had serious doubts about even going through with it–after all, the courtship was fairly drawn-out and he broke off their engagement at one time. There’s an anecdote, for instance, (it’s late and I haven’t read the biographies of anyone involved for some time, so I can’t cite sources) about Mary once angrily chasing Lincoln down the street in Springfield with a broom. Even if that’s exaggerated, she had a notorious temper, and Lincoln, a history of depression. He was also away from home for long stretches of time because of his career, and at the beginning of their marriage, he didn’t make the kind of money to provide Mary–a Todd of Kentucky!–with the kind of lifestyle to which she was accustomed. They lived in a boarding house for at least a couple of years, and their eldest son was born there. There’s no way that didn’t cause some tension right from the start.

However, I do think their mutual ambitions–Mary was more “refined” and certainly better-educated than Lincoln, had valuable political connections (including to his hero Henry Clay), and was basically a sounding board/adviser for him–and their deep love for their boys helped bind them together as a couple. Mary insisted after he died that Lincoln was in love with her and that he’d never loved any other woman, which I think is…well, not true on either count? But again, I do think Lincoln loved her. She was important to him in many different ways. He may have regretted proposing to her and even regretted, to some extent, actually marrying her, but he was attracted to her and by her personality, otherwise they never would’ve begun a courtship to begin with!

So again tl;dr, I don’t think the Lincoln marriage was outright miserable. I think that affection existed between Lincoln and Mary, in particular after the births (and deaths) of their sons. Being Mary’s husband had very clear advantages for Lincoln’s career. But I do think they were a rather Odd Couple and that, once Lincoln became president, Mary’s Todd connections became a burden rather than a boon. Her spending habits, paranoia, and naivete cost Lincoln valuable time and energy in the White House when he already had the “momentous issue” of the war with which to cope. Who knows if they would’ve settled into a contented retirement with one another, seeing their grandchildren born, if things had gone differently? Maybe. I like to think so, anyway.

Ann Rutledge was the love of Lincoln’s life, if you ask me. Sure, the human memory can be faulty–but are the collective memories of 100+ people faulty?? I don’t know, maybe. It is, of course, entirely possible that Lincoln and Ann were just good friends and that there was never (as many, many people from New Salem who knew them claimed) an “understanding” between them. Either way, though, Ann and Lincoln met privately while she was on her deathbed–after which her sister Nancy thought hat Lincoln looked “sad and broken-hearted”–and after her death, Lincoln’s friends feared for his life, so intense was his grief.

Ann was remembered by her friends and family as intelligent, kind, beautiful, and someone who “loved everybody.” Her death at such a young age was a tragedy, one that scarred Lincoln no matter what the true nature of their relationship was. Had Ann had lived, though, I imagine that Lincoln would never have become president…and that would’ve been a real tragedy. Still, the hugely sentimental part of me still wishes that she would’ve lived and married him and made him happy, because his life as it was (for all his funny stories and famous sense of humor) was in many ways a series of unfortunate tragic events, and it breaks my heart.

I apologize that this is long and rambling and undetailed, or at least nonspecific. It’s late, I’m tired, and I haven’t brushed up on my Lincoln reading in quite a while, but uh, as you can see, I have plenty of opinions to make up for it…

edit: Forgot to recommend the excellent book The Shadows Rise: Abraham Lincoln and the Ann Rutledge Legend, which is what first convinced me of the factual nature of their relationship.

#paintbrushtheelf #please don't feel bad about asking me about Lincoln and esp. not about Ann Rutledge #because I will type rambling responses about Lincoln all day #as you can see!#under a cut b/c it got ridiculously long oops #depression cw #mental health cw #death cw #child death cw #idk did I get everything with those?

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saibug1022 · 7 years

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The Genie of...Egypt? Pt. 1

Dean Winchester x Reader-Supernatural

Word Count: 1,295

Warning(s): None

Disclaimer: I own neither you nor any elements of Supernatural.

A/N: Hey guys. I know I'm actually posting something, crazy right? I'm trying to write some original ideas to get my inspiration flowing again before I round back to a request I have that is written but is horrible and undetailed. And finally, this was partly inspired by an imagine from @spn-imagines-nation . I can’t find the actual thing so I can’t find the link to it, but it was somethingg like “Sam not accepting you sacrificing yourself to restore the cosmic balance.” and I just ended up using Dean instead.

Summary: Turns out, the Winchesters aren't the only ones who can somehow manage to destroy the cosmic balance of the universe. Oopsie.

As another wave shook the bunker you fell forward, catching yourself on the map table and gripping it tight so you didn't fall when the next wave hit. You looked around to check on your best friends Sam and Dean and saw them in the library, Sam steadying himself on the doorway, and Dean was next to him. The boys were your best friends but you always seemed to find yourself drawn to the older of the two, why you didn't know. Okay, that's the denial talking. You knew exactly what it was: love. Now it had started as strangers and then friends, then best friends, then a crush. But then that little crush kept growing and growing as you hid it until it manifested into pure love.

And Sam, Sam, and Jess had been your best friends from Stanford. You And Sam had both been raised in the life, but while Sam had stopped hunting while you were there, you found you couldn't resist it and had kept on hunting. It wasn't until six years after Jess’s death that you ran into each other on a demon hunt and he found you were almost as good as them and invited you to live with and hunt with them. Dean had been skeptical of you at first obviously. He warmed up to you pretty quick however after you took a bullet for Sam on a hunt that had turned out to be a bunch of psycho humans instead of something supernatural. Since then you had been thrust suddenly way deeper into the world of hunting, what with demons, angels, and God becoming your normal rather than vamps and rugarus.

Speaking of, turns out something was going on. The next wave hit and despite your grip you had been flung forward, slamming into the map table and sliding down the side. You heard your name being called but it sounded like it was far away and when you turned yourself around your vision was fuzzy. The wave had also caused the bunker to go into high gear; the computers all lit up and started going crazy, alarms you didn't even know existed were blaring red lights were flashing. The most worrying sound was the loud clunk that signaled the looking of the bunker door, a.k.a the only way in...or out. But even through your blurry vision you could recognize a certain trenchcoated angel rush, as fast as he could in the shaking, from the hallway nearest you and kneel at your side.

“We have to restore the balance!” Castiel shouted to be heard over the shaking and alarms to the boys, assuming you were too out of it. You heard every word clearly, it just sounded like he was down the hall.

“And how the hell are we supposed to do that?” Dean shouted back frustratedly.

You thought back to a few days ago, to the beginning of the only explanation for all of this.

《》One week ago《》

The boys were out on a hunt and you were bored out of your mind. You see, you guys had come up with a sort of system. Since there had always been some larger threat to deal with the last few years, you would take turns staying behind in order to keep an eye out. Of course, if the other two needed help they would call the third person. But you hadn't gotten a call and hadn't seen anything other than one or two textbook cases so you didn't have anything really to do and had taken to wandering tidying up the bunker. Dean had cataloged all the items and books in the bunker but he hadn't organized them. Like, at all. So you had been wandering the different storage rooms, organizing and cleaning up the neglected artifacts. But you made sure to keep the ledger and it's descriptions with you and to check every item, so you didn't touch something that would vaporize your hand.

You ended up in a storage room that wasn't necessarily deep in the bunker, but it wasn't really used and even your human self could feel the warding in this area. You entered the storage room and began to organize it, although you couldn't help but notice that many of these things were much more dangerous than the other rooms. However, a lot of the things didn't look dangerous at all, if anything they looked ordinary.

“Spear of Destiny,” You muttered under your breath, holding the strange object in your hand as you read from the ledger. You thought you heard some kind of whispering coming from the spear but there had been plenty of things that whispered so you mostly ignored it and continued reading. ‘Activated via Latin chant, touching the spear will result in nearly unrestrainable temptation to use its power to the user’s advantage. This spear is highly dangerous as it corrupts and has the power to completely rewrite reality itself.”

You looked back at the spear cautiously and quickly put it back in its case, shutting the lid and putting it with the other objects you're moving to a more secure room. You moved to the next object, an Egyptian looking vase or urn of some kind that was coated in sand and covered in dust and cobwebs as if it hadn't been touched in decades. You read through the description of the object in the ledger and were very disappointed.

“Huh, that's weird,” You said, reading through. “There's no name, just the serial number. ‘Not harmful to the touch, but highly dangerous.’ Huh. Maybe there's more to it not in the ledger?”

You took your phone from your pocket and after a second decided to call Sam. He was the one invested in this stuff, plus Dean had called you earlier to say they were leaving the motel and on their way back, so Dean was most likely currently driving. You held the ledger with one hand and held the phone up to your ear with the other, waiting patiently for Sam to pick up. The dial tone stopped abruptly and you heard Sam’s on the other end.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah I think so,” You told him. “Hey, do you know anything about some sort of Egyptian urn or something? The description in the ledger is nice and ominously vague so I have no idea what to do with it.”

“Maybe. What's it look like?”

“Well in the picture it looks like just some sort of Egyptian burial urn,” You looked from the picture to the real thing. “But the actual thing is almost completely caked in sand, and it's covered in dust and cobwebs and stuff. It's kinda weird though. I mean the urn shape and style and stuff is definitely Egyptian, but it doesn't have any pictures or hieroglyphs on it like most Egyptian artifacts.”

Actually hang on,” You paused, looking back and forth from the urn to the picture and back again, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “There's an inscription on here, but nothing in the picture.” You leaned forward and ran a thumb over the inscription to brush the same off and cursed under your breath. “Damn it, the thing’s in hieroglyphics.”

“Alright, we’re maybe ten minutes away from the bunker. Tell you what, why don’t you see if you can find a book on hieroglyphics in the library and I can help you translate it when we get back?”

“Sounds good,” You agreed. “See you in a few.”

You hung up the phone and quickly left the room in the direction of the library. You didn't hear the opening of the lid behind you. Nor did you notice the women emerging from the urn...

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inkribbon796 · 3 years

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Not So Baby Brother

Summary: Tubbo is trying desperately to bury his past, if only everyone around him wasn’t interested in digging back up in front of him.

A/N: Warning for hinted child abuse and endangerment. Both to Tubbo, Puffy, Schlatt, and to Michael. I try to keep the majority of it off screen or undetailed but it’s still there. These events coupled with his time with the SMP makes Tubbo in this AU who he is in the present. Which is emotionally withdrawn and prone to pushing people away.

Tubbo in the first flashback was about four, while Schlatt and Puffy were about 10.

~::~ 13 Years Ago ~::~

Tubbo was in his bed, hiding under the covers, hands over his ears as he heard the arguing and smashing of things across the house. The little four year old was so scared and he didn’t know what to do.

Then his door opened and Tubbo hiccuped in fear. He tried to stay quiet and still, hoping that if he did the person would just leave him alone.

A hand came down where his shoulder was.

Tubbo flinched.

“Tubster? You awake?”

The little boy let out a breath of relief, it was his big brother. Still scared, Tubbo peeked his head out from underneath the covers to see both his siblings there: Schlatt and Puffy.

Schlatt looked bad but he still smiled at Tubbo. “Hey don’t cry, c’mere[1].”

Tubbo was already crawling his way over to Schlatt and crying, and he couldn’t stop.

“C’mon,[2] you know what he’s gonna[3] do if he catches you crying,” Schlatt tried to calm him down.

Puffy came to sit next to them, her own eyes wet. Schlatt slightly rocked Tubbo to try and comfort him.

“Hey, T-Man,” Schlatt tried to soothe him. “Kinda[4] loud isn’t it?”

“We’ve got you,” Schlatt held Tubbo tightly, the younger brother still shaking and sobbing. “I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.”

Tubbo nodded his head, clutching onto his brother. A little embrace of safety for a young boy whose life was so turbulent and scary. Tonight nothing would hurt, and that was what mattered to the young boy.

~::~ Present Day ~::~

“I was just thinking about it Tubbo . . . we like to have fun.”

“Schlatt, I can’t get out.”

“I know what you’ve been up to.”

“Uh, what have I been up to?”

“Everyone knows what you’ve been up to!”

“Do you know what we do to traitors, Tubbo?”

“. . . No?”

“Techno, you wanna come up here for a second?”

“Let’s just send a message, real quick.”

“Techno, if you would be so kind.”

“Murder him right now, on this fucking stage, and make it hurt!”

“Tubbo, I’m sorry, I’ll make it quick.”

“Techno, what the hell!”

“Wilbur!”

Tubbo shot up in bed, his eyes wild and heart racing. He was disoriented at first, expecting himself to be in some hole somewhere, still in pain after pulling himself together from a discorporation and desperate to escape before Schlatt found him again.

Tubbo surged out of bed, trying to get away.

Then he heard ruffling behind him and disgruntled child sobs.

And Tubbo came back to himself, he looked back to see Michael crying and Ranboo sitting up in his own bed. Tubbo mentally chastised himself.

“Mikey? Daddy’s sorry, did I wake you up?” Tubbo walked back to his bed, his pace quickening when Michael reached up and made grabby hands towards Tubbo.

Ranboo was already getting out of his bed and walking over to them. He looked like he was going to collapse in a heap of limbs on the floor. “Hmmm,” Ranboo hummed.

The two-toned teen stopped right outside the bed and gestured with his tail, “Can I join?”

Tubbo scooted over a bit, and Ranboo sat down as Tubbo tried to rock and soothe their adopted son. Ranboo making little cooing and odd vwoop noises, while Tubbo was humming some lullaby, that helped Michael fall back asleep with the familiarity.

A little family the two teens had carved for themselves.

Tubbo and Ranboo had found the small boy thrown away by some demon hunter as a “disappointing failure” and after Tubbo left Ranboo to tend to the scared and crying boy, Tubbo went to “fetch the adoption papers” and the mage was never seen again. Ranboo didn’t question what Tubbo had done but they took the boy, bundled him up in Tubbo’s jacket and got the boy some food before taking him into the Bee ‘n Boo before spending the next couple hours finishing the attic store room and Ranboo used their downstairs storage for all the establishment’s storage.

That day Ranboo busied himself around their bed and breakfast as Tubbo kept the boy entertained and fed. Michael immediately bonded with Tubbo, and Ranboo found himself falling in love with the boy as well.

The attic was immediately barred from all entry that wasn’t either of the owners. Tubbo made the announcement and was very firm. Beforehand it was frequently used as a temporary living space for Ranboo and Tubbo and they just didn’t want anyone in their personal space anymore.

Which was true but now Michael was there and Tubbo desperately didn’t want people like Quackity and Techno to find out about Michael quite yet. The boy had been through enough and . . . Tubbo wanted a little slice of peace.

He didn’t think that was too much to ask.

Right?

And it certainly didn’t help that bonds and possessions were treated like weaknesses to be exploited and used as currency. Sapnap and Dream had long since set a precedent for that.

So as Tubbo sat in the dark attic bedroom, holding his son in his arms, he pushed down his fear and focused on Michael, who needed him right now.

Soon the little boy was back asleep, tucked back into bed, and Tubbo threw up his arms. He got up because, after his nightmare, there was no way he was getting back to sleep.

So Tubbo changed into his suit and made sure he wasn’t wearing his horns before he left to go down to the staff lounge for a coffee.

“Tubs,” Ranboo called out, shifting in his suit and looking human. “You okay?”

“Yeah, go back ta[5] bed, bossman,” Tubbo dismissed.

“You sure, you’ve got a big day, and we got a lot to do here,” Ranboo looked uneasy.

Tubbo didn’t trust his voice at first, but when he did he told him, “Go back ta[5] bed. I’m grabbing a coffee.”

“Oh, okay,” Ranboo looked away and slowly went back into the room. Tubbo knew he wasn’t going to go back to sleep. But at least it gave Tubbo time to clear his head.

After three coffees, four hours of paperwork, and bullshiting around with Tommy for a bit; Tubbo was overjoyed to put on his Bomble Bee costume and start running around town with Tommy like a maniac.

It was freeing, the suit went on and he wasn’t Tubbo anymore. He was free.

Logic and Jackie were less than enthused to find them by themselves, and Tubbo didn’t appreciate the babysitter, but at least Logan didn’t talk down to Tubbo during it.

They went on a patrol around Brighton, and they were halfway through when Logan brought something up, “You have a sister?”

Tubbo flipped up his visor to glare at Logan, “Thought we agreed family wasn’t shit?”

“There was no agreement on that matter, that was merely a comment you made,” Logic sighed. “If you feel unsafe around your blood related family that is one thing, but demon magic or not you are still underage and the Coalition is bound to follow the law as far as it is actually protecting people.”

“I legally emancipated,” Tubbo countered, flicking his visor back down. “Tommy’s an idiot who doesn’t know how ta[5] do shit. I don’t need anyone ta[5] sign anything fer[6] me.”

“Do you have copies of those legal documents?” Logan asked.

“Yeah, at the BnB,” Tubbo told him. “You wanna pop on over?”[7]

“There’s no rush at the moment, you can email me those tonight when you get home,” Logan offered Tubbo an out. “However, I would like to know the nature of your relationship with your family. You don’t need to go into detail, I trust you had your reasons for emancipation if that was the route you chose to follow.”

“Don’t talk with my parents, if you can call ‘em[8] that, and I haven’t fer[6] years, I only really talk ta[5] my older sister?” Tubbo told him. “She lives in Gainesville with her girlfriend.”

“Are you on good terms with her?” Logan asked. “I wouldn’t want you in communication with someone who is hostile emotionally or physically to you or your family.”

“Nah, she’s alright, she’s part ‘a[9] the Server though, you wanna[10] meet her?” Tubbo smiled.

Logan thought on that, “We might want to send some kind of warning if we go over. Last I checked, several of them had sent me death threats. Does your sister know you’re working with us?”

“Oh yeah,” Tubbo lifted himself up with his bumble bee wings, looking quite proud of himself. “I got several pissed off texts from some ‘a[9] the guys after they saw me an’[11] Big Man on the news. It was great, Quackity screamed at me fer[6] at least five minutes.”

“Are you certain you will be safe when you visit your sister?” Logan asked again.

“Oh yeah,” Tubbo promised. “Come on.”

The logical Side continued to ask questions, letting Tubbo use his phone to send a supervised text to his sister: Puffy. Then they started making their way over.

When they got to the condo Puffy lived at, Tubbo didn’t even knock. In fact he practically kicked the door open.

“Puffy!” Tubbo cupped his hands over his ears and called into the townhouse, calling out at the top of his lungs. “You fuckin’[12] Niki in here?”

“Fuck you, Tubbo! You little gremlin piece ‘a[9] shit!” Someone shouted from upstairs.

Tubbo chuckled and announced loudly, “I bought company.”

“Hide the good kush[13]!” Someone else yelled and Tubbo laughed even more.

“Hey Hannah,” Tubbo greeted as he walked in and motioned for Logan to follow him. “Alyssa in?”

“Don’t care,” Hannah was on her phone, sitting in an armchair. “She’s probably off with Callahan.”

“Yeah, prolly[14],” Tubbo replied. He started walking towards the kitchen, he quietly motioned for Logan to follow him.

Tubbo immediately went for the fridge, leaving Logan to just look around the little space. It was obviously lived in, and on the far wall were some pictures of several women with various people Logan recognized as being from the Server. But there was one almost hidden, almost completely tucked behind a bowl full of different colored rocks. It was a small framed picture in the corner of the kitchen, almost hidden from view, of a much younger Tubbo surrounded by some people that Logan didn’t recognize.

Logan didn’t have long to inspect the photos and start making inferences that he would most likely never ask, because someone stomped into the kitchen.

She had fluffy hair that was a chestnut brown on one side, and white on the other. Flecks of rainbow hairs interspersed on both halves. She was one of the people in the picture, Logan quickly realized. She resembled Tubbo a little bit, and on prolonged examination, Logan noticed that her fluffy hair was hiding a set of thick, curled ram horns. The kind that looked capable of crushing someone’s skull if they made an impact.

Logan figured that Tubbo’s would probably look like that in a couple years, just a bit more like a goat’s.

Tubbo glanced at her before asking, “Where are those rad fuckin’ ice lollies yeh bought?”[15]

“You took them last week for Michael,” Puffy snapped.

“Ohhh, yeah, he loved those,” Tubbo smiled, closing the freezer. He gave her a smug look. “So you didn’t buy more then?”

“No,” she gave him the stink eye. Then she glanced at Logan. “Who’s your friend?”

“Pardon me,” Logan spoke up. “My name is Logic, from the Coalition, I believe I texted you a little bit ago.”

“Yeah, I did get something,” Puffy agreed hesitantly. “Who’s this?”

“My mentor,” Tubbo pointed at Logic as he closed the fridge

“Huhhh,” Puffy hummed. “Hey, Tubbo, why don’t you go into the next room and watch some Adventure Time?”

“Don’t kill him,” Tubbo told her pointedly.

“And take that fight from Bad and Big Q, are you insane?” Puffy told him. “Oh, wait, you build bombs, of course you are.”

Tubbo held up two fingers, his middle and index, and flipped her off before walking off.

“You asshole!” Puffy told him and Tubbo was already cackling in laughter. When he’d completely turned his back, Puffy rolled her eyes and smiled. “Ehhh, he’s a good kid.

“He is,” Logan agreed, “Tubbo is intelligent and resourceful. Even if he is threatening to set off explosives under the guise of experimentation.”

“Yep, that’s Tubs alright,” Puffy chuckled. “He always liked figuring out how stuff worked, even as a little kid. He’s like a baby mad scientist.”

“Excuse you, I am a full blown mad scientist, I e’en[16] have the arrest record ta[5] prove it!” Tubbo boasted from the other room.

“From what Tubbo has told me, you seem to approve of him working with us,” Logan commented.

“Hell yeah,” Puffy told him, leaning against the counter as she watched him. “Between Ranboo, the Bee ‘n Boo, and working with you guys; Tubbo’s happier than I’ve seen him in a while.”

“That is good,” Logan agreed. “Tubbo’s mental and physical well-being is of primary importance.”

“You talk like a textbook, you sure you’re not a robot?” Puffy asked.

“I do not classify as an inorganic being,” Logan answered.

“Sure you don’t,” Puffy smiled. “So what brings you to the neighborhood? I’m guessing you didn’t come over just to stand in our kitchen and look like Apple’s version of Robocop?”

“No, that’s not the reason I came to visit,” Logan agreed. “The Coalition prefers, if possible, to have a good working relationship with the families of our apprentices. So that in the case of emergencies they can be notified. While I am glad you and Tubbo seem to have a positive relationship, the more important question is are there any safety risks that any other members of your family would pose to Tubbo or his family?”

Puffy looked uneasy, “What has he told you?”

“Not much,” the logical Side admitted. “I haven’t known him for long enough, but when I asked him about his extraneous family, Tubbo mentioned he was emancipated, and that he was not in communication with his parents. He only mentioned you, and I have seen his son once.”

“We had an older brother,” Puffy frowned, looking over at the half-hidden picture. “Started turning into a demon around the same time as Tubbo and I, and he was . . .”

She looked down, “Well he was the type of demon you keep your kids away from, and I wasn’t there to keep my eyes on them.”

“That must have been a difficult experience for everyone,” Logan tried to offer his sympathies.

Puffy looked in the direction of the hidden picture, “I should have been there, it would have never happened if Phil and I had been there to stop them. But the real problem is Dream has something that can apparently restore a demon. I don’t know how thorough it is, or if it’s just something he tells Tommy and the others to make them afraid of what he can do. But he apparently needs some of the original demon’s essence or aura and both Schlatt and Will left those behind. Wilbur left Ghostbur behind, and Quackity cremated everything but Schlatt’s heart and five of his bones. Meaning if Dream gets his hands on even one of those bones then he could, if he does have that power, bring Schlatt back any time he wanted. And I’d ask you to get those bones from Quackity and Dream but that means going into the Server and there’s no way Dream would allow you in. Just, if Wilbur and Schlatt come back, promise me you’ll keep those three safe?”

“With my life,” Logan promised. “The death and manipulation of children are unacceptable.”

Puffy smiled, a breathy little snort coming from her, “You know, I always heard that legates were buttfuck insane. Glad to know you’re not.”

“I am not in the Coalition for fame and vainglory. Others might be, but I strive to make the world a better place, and such can only happen through the acquisition of knowledge and reason over fear. Of fact over fiction. Tubbo is, despite his demon aura and insistence to the contrary, still a child. And regardless of all of that he is a person who deserves to be in a safe and loving environment.”

“Yeah the Server’s never been that kind to minors,” Puffy scoffed. “It’s kinda[4] like taking a box of kittens and turning them into robotic war machines. Tubbo and Purpled just took to it better than the others.”

“How many minors are in the Server still?” Logan was concerned. The trio the heroes were dealing with already had their pasts marred by trauma and death, he’d never considered there were others still trapped in the same unsafe environment.

“You have three,” Puffy began counting. “Quackity still has Purpled and Fundy in Las Nevadas so they’re doing slightly better than they were before when they were working directly under Dream. You guys also got Jack, who just turned nineteen. But I would not trust Jack alone with Tommy, he threatened to kill him several times.”

“Thank you for the information,” Logan told her. “Anything else you can tell me about the other two minors?”

“So, Purpled is from a league of assassins and he loves money too much to defect,” Puffy dismissed. “You’d need to start paying him the big bucks to make him switch sides and Quackity already gave a good price. While Dream is paying his older brother through the nose to keep him out of Quackity’s hands as well. Punz is older than me though, so if Purpled went anywhere else it would be back with him. But Fundy is a different story. He’s Wilbur’s spawnling and Fundy is kinda[4] a basket case already. If you can get him away from Quackity, good, but I don’t imagine he’d go all that easily and Big Q’s only gonna[3] clamp down harder on him. Fundy and Tubbo were kinda[4] the server mascots back in the day since they were the babies of the group.”

“Everyone loved Tubbo,” Puffy smiled fondly before frowning sadly. “But that’s not the case anymore. He’s made himself a lot of enemies.”

“I see, thank you, I will relay the message to the others and we’ll do what we can for them,” Logan promised.

Puffy came off of the counter. “Thanks, no one in the Server really thought twice about those kids, they kinda[4] just tossed ‘em[8] around and personally I’m really glad you got the ones you do out of there. All three of ‘em[8] have been through enough.”

Then she went to poke her head out of the kitchen. “Tubbo, take yer friend and get out of my house, I don’t want you in here while we’re out.”

“Sure,” Tubbo kicked his feet up and already started for the front door. “Whate’er, go back ta snoggin’ yer girlfriend, I’ve got shit ta blow up.”[17]

And he was out, leaving Logan to immediately rush off after him, which got both of them out of the condo. Puffy watching them with a smile.

Tubbo, as it turns out, did not make good on his explosion test threats, he continued on his patrol, and then went back home to the Bee ‘n Boo. Walking in with a suit and his usual business-friendly smile. Logan, meanwhile, returned to the base to communicate with, especially Ethan, about what he had heard from Tubbo’s sister.

To clear his mind, Tubbo immediately went into his apiary to make sure his bees were alright. Which is exactly where Ranboo found Tubbo.

“Hey, Tubs,” Ranboo smiled and Tubbo managed a small smile back.

“Hey, bossman,” Tubbo was looking at him through the fringe of his hair, “how have things been?”

“Been alright,” Ranboo sat next to Tubbo, crossing his legs as he sat down. “You feeling better?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Tubbo denied, trying to ignore what had happened in the morning.

“Because,” Ranboo mentally halted, “this morning you screamed and you looked really scared, and I didn’t know how to help.”

“C’mon,[2] big man, I’m fine,” Tubbo lied. “E’eryone[18] has the occasional nightmares, I was just jumpy. Happens ta[5] e’eryone[18].”

“Y—” Ranboo looked away. “Yeah, I guess, but you know you can talk to me? Right?”

“Yeah, of course, same fer[6] you,” Tubbo told him, both teens knowing that they kept secrets from each other.

“I’m thinking,” Tubbo redirected, “pizza fer dinner. Wanna order somethin’?”[19]

“Sure, yeah,” Ranboo agreed and after Tubbo finished caring for the apiary, and the pizza was delivered, they both retired to their dwelling and Michael was very happy to settle down with both his dads for the night. The little boy stuffing his face with pizza, and trying to feed some to his stuffed toy chicken. The three of them watched cartoons until Michael fell asleep and Tubbo tucked him into bed.

Tubbo and Ranboo hoped that tomorrow would be a better day for all three of them.

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Accessibility Translations:

1. come here

2. come on

3. going to

4. kind of

5. to

6. for

7. You want to head on over?

8. them

9. of

10. want to

11. and

12. fucking

13. weed

14. probably

15. Where are those really fuckin’ good ice lollies [popsicles] you bought?

16. even

17. Whatever, go back to kissing your girlfriend, I’ve got shit to blow up.

18. Everyone

19. pizza for dinner. Want to order something?

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