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[operator-pillz]

Hi danny do u still go to timlex if so share

Cracks my knuckles . Wwwatch this.

I don’t remember if I posted this yet,,,if I have this’ll be EMBARRASSING. But I give u , timlex that I never finished writing.

Alex tends to wake up from nightmares a lot, explaining why he tends to avoid sleep. But tonight was worse. Tonight he could hear the static, he could hear that fucking thing.

And he couldn’t breathe, his chest felt so tight. Why did it feel like this? It was never this bad. No. It was always just him panicking for awhile before he’d force himself to move on. So why is it so much *worse* this time?

Is it cause he didn’t eat today? Is it cause he ignored Tim earlier?? Maybe it was cause he hasn’t slept in awhile? He wasn’t sure .

But he was confident that this would probably happen again. And if anything , Tim would notice. And that would be annoying. He hated how he worried about him, it felt unnatural. Especially after all hes done.

His fingers traced over the scar on the side of his neck, breathing hitching as he stared at the ground infront of him. He’d been sat here for god knows how long trying to just get out of this state .

But it got worse the second he touched the scar, tears spilling from his eyes as he threw his glasses off, they clattered to the ground next to him in the dimly lit room.

It was so infuriating, how he couldn’t just shut down like usual, he just wanted to write down something. Make doodle a little . But no. He just had to have some annoying kind of panic attack tonight.

If hes lucky, Tim would already be asleep. He wouldn’t notice or question if he went out for a walk. Yeah. If he was lucky though, and he was never lucky . He couldn’t remember a time he could be considered lucky, maybe when he met jay, and Brian, and then Tim. But that wasn’t luck it was just meeting people .

Alex sat there for awhile, on the carpeted bedroom floors while tears spilled from his eyes . He furiously wiped them away each time, he was hoping no one would’ve heard his little meltdown, but that clearly wasn’t the case once he heard knocking at his door .

“Alex ?”

[dakrapatops]

KARAT PLEASE HELP SETTLE A DEBATE is eowyn in lotr is good character?

um. um um. well you see. i uh . ive um. i ve never . uh. wwwatched . lotr. um um please dont kill me im sorry i will say 7 hail marys to atone

[mairibarra]

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[docleonidas]

Security Breach: Aftermath

Part 14

(WARNING: this post contains a triggering issue, mainly child neglect, and both verbal and physical assault of a non sexual nature.)

Doctor Leonidas was in the medical center, getting a few items ready for Gregory's upcoming medical check. It was only to be a very basic wellness check, but he was exceeding worried over the boys lack of sleep and skinny look. He pulled out a few small vials from one of the medical cabinets before blinking.

(Nexus timeline split is here for those interested.)

He glanced up, one of the fluorescent tubes flickering, and he tilted his head, putting a replacement request into the system. He sighed as he made his way through to the reception desk, spotting Gregory sitting on a chair with Monty leaning against the wall nearby.

"Hey doc" the gator said, easing off of the wall. "Sorry if we're a lil late, Luis had to print off an access card for Greg." He admitted, rubbing the back of his head, the gator chuckling.

"Quite alright. Luis already alerted me, so it gave me more time to set things up." He turned to Gregory, crouching to not loom over the boy quite so much. "Now Gregory, have you ever had a medical check before?" He asked the kid, who had been quiet, looking down at his feet. The doctor mentally added a note to the youths growing file of issues, but he wasn't too worried about this specific issue.

Gregory shook his head. "My folks said it was a waste of money." He said after a moment, the boys fingers interlocking as he kept avoiding looking at the doctor. The robot narrowed his eyes at the comment, but kept his voice steady.

"Well, that new pass you got means you are one of us for the time being. You're helping us all out by seeing how new features help improve the pizzaplex." The doctor continued. "So, you don't need to worry about money or anything for this. We just want to make sure you are alright. " He said standing up.

Gregory nodded, fiddling with his watch for a second before it beeped, Freddy's voice coming from the speaker. "It's alllllright Superstar. I will be wwwatching through the camera, and I willllll be here with yyyyou." The bears voice stated. Gregory hugged himself before breathing out hard.

"Alright, let's get this over with...." The boy grimaced, putting on a brave face. "Ggggregory, there is nothing to be afraaaaid of." Stuttered the bear. "Oh, sorrrry Head Technician Luis. Gregory, I I I will be going silent, Headdd technician Luis states that I must not communicate while he ffffffixes my speech errors. It will not take long." The bear stated.

There was a brief pause, and Gregory got off the chair, ready to follow the doctor into the ward room when the faz watch buzzed again. "Gregory, I am... very....truly sorry, bbbbut Head Technnnnician Luis states that I must be in rest mode during the fix. I will beeee unable to communicate during the proceeeedure." The voice said, sorrowfully.

Gregory nodded. "OK Freddy. I understand. " The boy said, his voice quiet. Monty glanced down at Gregory before looking at the Doctor's concerned face. The doctor caught the movement and shook his head. Gregory was their first priority right now.

"Well then Gregory, we'll finish this quickly, then Monty can take you to see Freddy, if you'd like." The doctor said, offering the young boy a hand. Gregory avoided it, giving a grunt in response and walked into the ward room himself, with Monty close behind.

The Doctor left the ward door open, but drew the curtain around the bed for a bit of privacy for the boy. "Now then Gregory, I need to know a bit of information about you as we check on you. If you don't know something, it's alright." The doctor explained. "This isn't a test like at school, so just answer what you can, and let us know if you need a break." He stated, patting the ward bed so Gregory knew where to sit.

Surprisingly, the doctor had Monty sit on the bed next to Gregory's, which caused both Gregory and Monty some confusion. The doctor chuckled. "Now then. I will demonstrate with Monty each test. Gregory, if one makes you uncomfortable, say so and we will skip it." The doctor said.

He rummaged in a drawer, pulling out a measuring tape. The gator tilted his head, curious. "Monty, I need you to stand up straight. We need basic body measurements, so in this case, your height Gregory." He said, explaining for the boy, who had slid off the bed as the gator nervously stood tall. "For this, all we do is measure from the floor, to the top of the head." He explained, showing Gregory the marking. "Monty here is about 6'4", not including the hair."

"Hey! I'm 6 foot 5, and that's according to parts and services." The gator complained. Gregory chuckled. "That's not too bad, all I need to do is stand still right?" He said, as the lion nodded.

He stood tall, almost easing onto tiptoes as the Doctor measured. "So Gregory, how old are you?" The Doctor asked, genuinely curious. The boy shrugged. "Dad just said that I was as old as the label in my clothes said. So like... 10? Dad said cause mum died having me, my birthday wasn't worth celebrating" The boy admitted, seemingly not caring.

The Doctor was alarmed, but just read off the height. "4'4". Looks like you have a growth spurt to look forward to." He said, shifting the subject. "Do you want to be tall when ya grow up Kid?" Monty asked, leaning over, full of interest. "I guess. People won't try fight you if you look big enough, right?" He asked, leaning away from that gator snout. The gator let out a deep "Hah" of amusement.

Gregory sulked, having been expecting it to be confirmed, but the gator just gave him a toothy smirk. "Listen kid, there'll always be some idiot who thinks they can take ya on. I've had idiots swing at me, and I'm made of metal. I just pick em up, hand em off to security and keep em away from kids." Monty explained. "Programming says I can't hurt em, so I can't fight em, so I just get rid of em." The gator explained, the doctor taking the opportunity to shift Gregory onto the scales next to the bed while he was distracted.

"So.... being big doesn't help? That blows." Huffed the boy. "Nah, but there's always ways ta deal with em. In your case, runnin' hidin', or maybe some self defence classes. Yer a smart kid, so I think you'd be good at it." The gator admitted, recalling how quick the boy had been at taking him out before. "Hey, now that I think on it, what was that thing in the vent with ya yesterday?"

Gregory raised an eyebrow as he thought back. "Oh, the spider thing? I dunno, it looks like a small version of the DJ from the west arcade." He said, shrugging his shoulders as the Doctor put the tape away, his head tilting as he sent another message.

He pulled out a velcro lined strap, with a black hose and an egg shaped object on the end. "Now then Gregory, you're doing very well so far. Have you seen one of these before?" He asked, showing the boy the object, Gregory leaned in, curious about some sort of gauge on the side, but he shook his head. "It's called a sphygmomanometer, or a blood pressure cuff, and I'd like to use it to check your heart is working well." He said, before motioning for Monty to hold out his arm, wrapping the odd black fabric around the gators upper arm and securing it with velcro.

"Would you mind helping me with this part Gregory? All you need to do is squeeze this ball on the end." He asked, holding it out to the boy. Gregory took it nervously, as Monty recieved a message from the doctor. He read it quickly and nodded as Gregory pumped air into the cuff.

"OK Gregory, that's enough. Now, we can put it on your arm, and I'll check your heartbeat just by placing my finger on your wrist." He explained. He could tell Gregory's nerves were coming back, and the boy was starting to want to leave, but he eventually nodded.

As the Doctor deflated the cuff, Monty sat on the other end of the bed, tail draping off the side. "How are ya coping with school? What year are ya in?" The gator asked, curious.

Gregory seemed to deflate a little at the question. "I finished grade 8, but I'm not going anymore." He said, sounding low. "Dad said I was old enough to get out and he was done with me after the schoolyear ended. Him and his girlfriend had sold the house and he was done dealing with me." Gregory said, before rubbing his eyes quickly. "It's fine, I'm good." He grunted, blinking as the Doctor held his wrist.

Monty was torn between utter disgust and rage, but the glare he got from the doctor made him know to keep his mouth shut. "Ah, I see. Have you been staying with a friend or a family member since then?" The Doctor interjected, his voice calm.

"No, mum's family didn't like dad much after she died having me, and dad's family just never talked to me. And friends......I was the weird kid who smelled bad and wore trashy clothes. So no. Freddy was the only one who looked after me." Gregory said, the doctor removing the cuff before putting it away.

There was a knock on the door as he did so, chica waiting on the other side of the door. "Cooee, I got your message Doc. Gregory, I'm gonna be taking you down to see Freddy, sound good?" She asked cheerfully. "Wait, we're done?" Asked Gregory, surprised. The doctor nodded. "Most tests are rather simple, I will need to check your eyesight and balance later when you've eaten and slept properly. You should go be with Freddy for a bit. I need to talk with Monty about his therapy session."

Gregory looked mildly confused, but happy that it was over, hopping off the bed and almost jogging out of the door. "Later Monty and Doc." He called as Chica had to hurry after him. "Gregory, slow down!" She called, their voices going silent as the Doctor watched Monty.

"Not in here, come into my room, it's soundproof." He said, as the gator steamed silently. The doctor could hear his casing creaking as the gator clenched his fists, barely waiting for the door to click shut before the gator was destroying the table in the center of the room. The Doctor merely sat on his own chair and waited, studying Monty as the gator tore into it, claws raking the wood into splinters.

"What kind of FUCKING parent treats a kid like he's disposable TRASH" He raged, one of the table legs slamming into the wall as he poured his rage into the destruction, before turning to the couch, fists slamming into the cushioning.

The Doctor stayed silent. He understood why Monty was upset. He was as well. His scans of the boy had been disturbing to say the least. His ribs had been broken at least once, one of which had not healed straight. Low bone density. Malnutrition and the fact that the boy looked like he was 9 when he was around 12 all pointed to long term malnourishment. He could see why the boy was so attached to Freddy. It was the first positive encounter he'd had in so long, and he had automatically clung to it.

Monty's rage had started to slow, the gator having destroyed all the furniture in the room except the chair he was sitting in. He stood up, nodding to the other robot, who proceeded to demolish that too, before sitting on the floor in the middle of the room, finally rational enough to talk.

"It's not fair. He's a good kid..." The gator asked, almost pleading for a rational explanation. The Doctor shook his head. "It's not fair what he's been through. I agree. But we can't change that. Instead, we need to make sure nothing like that happens again while we're around him."

Monty's eyes narrowed. "Kid needs someone on his side, we ain't gonna let em mess with the kid, right doc?" The Doctor was oddly silent, though Monty could hear fans whirring loudly nearby. He got up, waving a hand in front of the lions face, with no response. "Luis? Ya there bud?" He asked over the comms.

There was a crackle, the technician fumbling with his radio. "Monty? You never call me. What's up man?" Monty glanced around the room, feeling rather ashamed of all the wreckage. "I think the Doc broke. He's just standing here."

There was a pause, before Monty heard the sound of metal clinking. "Freddy is up and talking properly, so I'll be up shortly. Don't touch anything alright?" The tech instructed, as voices in the background started asking questions as the comm channel was shut down.

Luis was true to his word, arriving within five minutes. "You sure you didn't break him?" The tech joked, picking his way past the debris and looking over the doctor before making his way towards the back of the room. "Har har, very funny. Doc let me smash stuff cause I needed to get some anger out." The gator replied unhappily. "I'm only teasing, I know yer not that kind of guy." Luis chuckled, lifting a hatch in the corner which had blended into the carpet well. "Woah, I can see why he froze. His system is working overtime." He said directing Monty to look into the small space, where the doctors personality core was kept stored. As he did so, the whirring noise died down, and the two turned to see the doctor shift as he looked around.

"Ah Luis, good timing. I need to talk to you about Gregory...." The lion said, a rather large grin on his face.

(I swear, the longer this goes, the more Monty is becoming a big brother kinda guy. Not even my intention, but it's a fun dynamic. )

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[lethargicaxiom]

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[theredvaporeon]

Dread@Lazuli: What're you meant to be squirt, is this one of those 'anime' things ya kids seem to gush all over.

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[reliablespice]

wwwatching...

@reliablespice​ 

[dickieduck-remaking]

its sunday night and im ready to rock into shcool more depressed and toon-y than ever

[jewishdainix]

hhhhh i want to wwwatch Lilo and Stich but there's school in like, twelve hours

[plugrick]

Anyone with half a brain and something to lose - namely their life - would not dare to argue with two very pissed off ex-militants. Especially over something as petty as regulatory prison practices! It wasn’t worth it!

But someone who had something to gain? Now that was a completely different story.

“I... I’m not sure this is the best idea...” The meekest guard piped up, terrified voice hardly a squeak. The guy hung onto that gun as if it was his last hope - it very well may be the last line of defense against a crazed ex commander and a notorious mercenary for hire - trembling fingers hovering by the safety switch. “M-maybe we should forget a-about this and—“

“Shut up!” The guard who seemed to be the ringleader of their squadron hissed harshly at his compatriot, then set his resolve firm. “I’m putting my goddamn kids through college, Jim. We’re moving these inmates, and settling this.”

Woah, woah, there was clearly a hidden agenda going on here. Most likely one that had to do with that betting ring going on behind the scenes. Even Rick could smell something fishy from a mile away! To say nothing of Flannax, who bristled and bared sharpened tar-stained teeth. What the hell were these maggots planning?!

“This can go the easy way, or the hard way. If you don’t cooperate, prisoner, we’ll make you.” The gromflomite guard standing front and center leveled his weaponry, the nose of his rifle pointed square at the assassin. And he was far from alone. The chorus of chk-chks from plasma bullets sliding into barrels made quite the case. “Steady! Turn the shackles up to high. If they aren’t halted, take the shot!”

“N-NO!” Rick cried out in alarm, clumsily scrambling to his feet and suffering a few slips and missteps before managing to take up a defensive stance in front of Mike, arms spread wide in order to cover as much ground as possible. It was a stupid and altogether useless move to act as a shield, considering that plasma rounds would rip right through his soft flesh and land in the chitin behind him anyway - but he would rather be shot or shocked to shit before simply letting anyone bring harm to his sweetheart! “WAIT! Just - just hold on a-aaa second!”

The reality of the situation was that they were all very much still at the mercy of their environment, and these particular guards were trigger-happy goons with a plan! They wouldn’t hold off, not when twin gazes were glaring them down like pieces of easily eviscerated meat.

The old man turned to face the killer he adored in a panic, the kind that was written all over his scared face and made his chest feel constricted. He lightly gripped the front of his ex-boyfriends’ uniform in both shaky palms, trying his damndest to be convincing. To distract Mike from the temptation to snap due to the insurmountable rage that has been building inside him for days and days.

“M-Mike... Mike, s-ssstand down.” The human pleaded, attempting to keep his voice steady even though he had a newfound and valid reason to be upset. A bony hand reached out to lightly grip the wrist of the claw that was clutching that concealed scalpel for dear life itself, squeezing it in the same way he had when he’d been asking for Mikes’ grip to release earlier. “D-dont make me *hic* wwwatch them hurt you.”

If he put up resistance, these assholes were going to run him through with volts upon volts, and he couldn’t bear to see Mike writhe on the floor in agony again! He just couldn’t. It broke his heart, it was too much...!

“RrrRRrrr...” Flannax let out a rumbling growl, a primal sound that could make any lowly gromflomites’ wing tips stand on end. He was less than pleased about being cut off in the middle of their discussion with petty threats. “They plot AGAINST us. We should attack them, Krombopulos!” They could easily take out these filthy traitors before they would succumb to their wounds! “Go out with our honor!”

“NO!” The old man shouted back, putting his foot down. “M-Mike, now y-you listen — If - If they hurt you, I-I’ll get it too!”

And with that, the human wrapped his skinny arms around Mikes’ strong torso, pressing a wet cheek to his chest as he hung on tight. Rick would not let go. Nobody could force him to, not without a fight! When those shackles on the mercenary lit up, it would carry right over. When he was shot, then he’d get riddled full of holes just the same! “Y-you said you wouldn’t hurt me. S-s-so you better s-stoppit and stand d-d-down, Mike...!”

“You’re going to LISTEN to that thing? ADHERE it its’ will?!” Archibald could spit, he was so disgusted by the taste such actions left on his tongue. “Toss it aside. Pursue your INSTINCTS!”

“Nuh-uh! You c-c-can’t MAKE me move!” Rick rebuffed, nuzzling into a shoulder. “Y-y-you better listen t-to me, Mike! We... we’ll go a-a-and clean up like th-they said... Do w-w-what they want... M-Mike, c’mon, please.”

(Plugrick) ❝ do you believe in soul mates? ❞

@plugrick

“…….I think it’s a nice idea. Why?”

[sanrxo]

aree we gonna have a prob lem??? u got a bone to pick???? youve come so far, why now are u puallin on my DICK? I'D normally slap your face offf and every one HERE could wwwatch but i;;m feelin nice here;;;s some advice lissten up bbiatch (i like) lookin;;; HOT, buyin;; stuff they cannot (i likei) drinkin;; hard,, maxin;;; d ad;s creadit cards (i like) skippin gym, scarin her,,, screwin;;; him (i liakeo) killer clothes,,, kickin;; nerds in the nos e if u la ck the balls u c an g o play doells let your mommy FIX u ao sss nack (woah-oh) or u coau ld come smoke,,,, pouind some rum and cokke in my porsche with thei quarter back (woah-oh woah-oh woah-oh) honey what u waitin for??? welcome to my candy store time FOR u tto prove you;;rrre not a loser anymore and step into my candy store guys fall at YOUR feet, pay the check,,, help u cheat all u h ave to do,, say goodbye to shaomu that freaks not your friend, i can tell inn the end if she had you r shot,,,, s he would leave u to rot course if u dont care,,, fine,, go braiad her hair maybe sesamee street iis ON (woah-oh) or forget tthat creeep and g et in my jeep let;;;s go tear up someeone;s lawn (woah-oh woah-oh woah-oh) honey what u waittin for??? wwwelcome to MY candddy store yo u;;;ve just gout to prove you;re nout a pussy anymoure and step into my candy storre u can join the teammm,,,, or u can bitch and moan u can live the dream,,,, or u can die al one u can fly with eagles or if u ppprefer keep oin testin mmme,, and end uap liike her (veronica look,, r am invited me TO his homecomin party.. this PROVES he;s been thinkin aboaut me.... collor me stoked im so happy) (ooh woah) hoeney wwhat u waiutin foer (ssshut up heeather!!!!) step into my candy store tim e for u to prove yoaure not a LAME-ASS any more and step into my ccandy store it;s my candy store,, IT'S my candy it;;;s my caendy store,,,, its my cand y it;s my candy store,, it;s my candy store

[mairibarra]

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[thewatcharmy]

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[powerlessdreamer]

This was by far one of the best shows I’ve ever wwwatched

[odiboluminous]

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[mairibarra]

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