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Fanfiction Writing Asks

Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

Where do you get your fic ideas?

Do you share your fic ideas, or do you keep them to yourself?

How do you choose which fics to write?

How many wips do you have?  What fandoms/pairings are they for?

What’s the last line you wrote?

Post a snippet from a wip.

Post an out-of-context spoiler from a wip.

Does this word [chosen by asker] appear in your current wip?

Do you work on multiple wips or stick to one fic at a time?

Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?

Do you outline your fics?  If yes, how detailed are your outlines?  How far do you stray from them?

Do you listen to music while you write?  If yes, what have you been listening to recently?

What is your favorite location and position to write in?

What’s your favorite time to write?

Do you write by hand, on your phone, or on your laptop?

Do you have a writing routine?

Do you enjoy research?  Which fic of yours required the most research?

Do you enjoy creating OCs or do you prefer to stick solely to canon characters?

Do you prefer writing AUs or canon fics?

Do you prefer writing chaptered fics or one-shots?

Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process?  How do you come up with titles?

Is writing the beginning, middle, or end of the story easiest? Hardest?

How do you choose whose POV to write in?

What’s your favorite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)?

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What area of writing do you feel strongest in?

What area of writing do you want to improve in?

What’s something about your writing that you’re proud of?

How much do you edit your fics?  Do you edit as you write or wait until you finish the first draft?

Do you use a beta reader/editor?

Do you take fic requests?  Why or why not?

Is there a specific word count that you hold yourself to/enjoy writing the most?

How much of your personal life/experience do you include in your fics?

What’s your favorite fic you’ve posted?

What fic are you proudest of?

What fic has been the hardest for you to write?

What is your most self-indulgent posted story?

What’s your most self-indulgent wip?

What is your favorite world that you’ve created for a fic?

Who’s your favorite character you’ve written?

What’s your favorite title that you’ve come up with?

Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet?

What is your favorite genre to write?

What genre/trope do you tend to write the most?

If you could only write one type of AU for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Is there a trope that you’ve written before but are now sick of?

Who is your favorite character to write for?  Has this changed since you’ve started writing for that fandom?

What fic of yours would you say is the best introduction to you as a writer?

How would you describe your writing style?

Does what you like to write differ from what you like to read?

What’s the average word count of your fics?

What is the most-used tag on your ao3?

What’s the fandom/pairing distribution of your posted fics?

Have you noticed any patterns in your fics?  Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

Are there any fics that you would change or rewrite if given the chance?

How conscious are you about including symbolism or foreshadowing in your fics?

Do you have a favorite piece of figurative language you’ve written?

Have you participated in any fic events/writing challenges?  If yes, what were they and did you enjoy them?

In [insert fic], what inspired the idea for the plot?

In [insert fic], what’s your favorite scene that you wrote?

In [insert fic], is there a deleted scene/idea you wish you could have included?  Why did it get cut?

What was the hardest part of writing [insert fic]?

If you rewrote [insert fic] now, would you change anything?

If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would happen in it?

What’s a fun fact about [insert fic]?

If a fic was titled [insert made up title], what would this story be about/how would you write it?

Are there any fics that influenced you to write the way you do?

What are your favorite fics at the moment?

Are you subscribed to any writers on AO3?

Do you spend more time reading or writing?

What’s your favorite writing compliment you’ve gotten?

What do you tend to get complimented on the most about your writing?

Do you have a fic you wish got a bit more love?

Is there a particular fic that readers gravitated towards that you didn’t expect?

How do you deal with writing pressure, whether internal or external?

Why do you enjoy writing fanfiction?

What motivates you during the writing process?

Do you have any writing advice you want to share?

Free space - asker can come up with any writing or fic-related question they want!

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guess who posted on ao3 and forgot to update here

chapters incoming soon maybe i guess

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girl help I'm having fic ideas incompatible with the amount of free time I currently have

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writing fanfiction is just. i’m being so creative and original. i’m plagiarizing everyone by accident. i’m a genius. i’m cringe. i’m too angsty. i’m too cheesy. this is not in character. it doesn’t matter that it’s not in character because these are my characters now. i love my hobby. this is the worst possible use of my time. i’m seeking validation. i’m projecting my own personal problems onto this story and i’m barely hiding it. i know so many words and i’m using all of them wrong. im on tumblr posting about it instead of writing it.

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some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

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not to be emotional on main but fanfiction is a gift and it’s so fundamentally human to tell each other stories and i am deeply grateful to have that in my life. thank you all for adding so much emotion and meaning to the world with your words

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To any fic writers who worry they are wasting their time... I read a fic for a relatively small and inactive fandom about three years ago. And there was one specific scene where a character watched another dancing like an idiot to a beyonce song and it was so sweet and loving that even now years later I have that song on one of my spotify playlist so every once in a while it will play and remind me of that fic, and every time it does I smile and feel a little happier.

The stats on a fic will never really tell you if your writing touched someone. There's no numerical way to show you what impact you made. Maybe you are wasting time, or maybe you are writing something that someone will remember for a long time, something that will never fail to make them smile.

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I stole this from Twitter but I’m Curious

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Sins of the Fathers, Grace of the Sons - Prologue

FNaF Canon Adjacent. Multichapter. Content warnings: Discussion of abuse, discussion of abandonment, violence, death, manipulation.

It had been like any day at the Diner. Scott had been wandering, as a preteen is want to do. Charlie had been drifting around the establishment, making friends like the eager kid she was. Evan had been sneaking around, trying to avoid Michael and his terrible friends.

Scott didn't really like the Diner. It was more basic than the other establishments, and most importantly, it had no Pirate Cove. Which meant that not only was there nothing to hold his interest while waiting for the birthday party, but also that he had nothing to work with to distract Michael and get him away from those friends.

Scott didn't like them. He wasn't sure if Michael liked them either, or if he just liked to belong. Michael seemed different when he was away from them, though Evan had told him multiple times that he still acted similar when they were at home. He'd told his dad, but apparently Uncle Afton wasn't really wanting to talk to him much these days...

He startled out of his thoughts, as he glanced over the crowds again. He didn't see Charlie anymore. He anxiously moved through the establishment, glancing under tables and behind the prize counter. Still nothing. But it should be okay, right? He was just paranoid, surely. His dad said this was supposed to be one of the safest places on Earth. Besides, that weird puppet thing always checked for their wristbands when they tried to leave the building, always searching for the bright green that designated them as important. Maybe she'd just gone to the bathroom?

Yeah. Maybe everything was okay.

He didn't realize he'd blocked out the sounds around him until he heard a sickening crunch, and a panicked scream from Michael. He turned quickly to look towards where the sound was, and he felt horrified by what he saw.

Michael's friends were running away, while Michael screamed as he tried to get his brother's head out of Fredbear's mouth.

He remembered how to open it. He'd been taught by his dad, just in case someone got stuck, or the parts got wedged while someone was trying to fix something. But the level of bite there...it was never supposed to be able to do that.

He ran past the panicking partygoers, moving to Michael's side. He shoved him lightly, moving to support Evan. "Go find Charlie!" He reached up to the animatronic's mouth, trying not to focus on Evan's shaking.

Michael snapped out of his screaming, taking a shaky step back. He nodded quickly, before running off.

Scott clicked one button, then another, and quickly caught Evan and brought him to gently rest on the floor. He felt like he was going to be sick. There was so much blood...He tried to wipe Evan's face clear, but barely managed to be able to remove the blood collecting at his eyes.

He pulled off his jacket, trying to brace Evan's head, as well as cover the wound. The cloth soaked through quickly, and he took Evan's hand in his own. "Hang on, just hang on..."

"Someone call an ambulance!" An adult shouted in the distance. How helpful.

Michael collapsed to the floor on the other side of Evan, mask abandoned. He looked distraught. "I didn't mean- it was just supposed to be a prank-"

"Where's Charlie?" Scott's voice broke as he spoke.

"I couldn't- I couldn't find her-"

A woman shrieked from outside. "Oh God, call another ambulance!"

"Michael," He tried to keep his voice from panicking. "Hold the fabric here, we have to try to stop the bleeding."

"R-right, yeah-" Michael did as he was told, rubbing the tears from his eyes with his other hand.

The doors crashed open. "Call another one, there's someone outside!"

"How- How did this happen?" Michael's voice was practically a whisper. "They...They aren't..."

"They aren't supposed to do this..." Scott looked up at the animatronic above them on the stage, blood dripping down the bear's teeth. "That...that kind of pressure, that's not- not what he designed..."

More people crashed through the doorway. "Clear a space! Clear a space!"

Scott finally turned to see what the commotion was about, and he felt like he'd been punched in the heart.

"I don't feel a pulse!"

"Evan, Evan I'm so sorry, don't you leave me-"

Scott didn't even realize that he was screaming. "Charlie!"

 His therapist had said that trauma, especially for a child, can damage the brain. That it rewrites you. Changes you. That some things can heal, but some things cannot, and can only be managed.

He wondered if he was managing.

He hadn't seen Michael since the funerals. His dad said he was no longer allowed to see his cousin or his uncle any more. He didn't visit the pizzerias that often anymore, either. The horror of the Diner had sunk into his skin, and even a glimpse of Freddy caused him to go into fight or flight.

It wasn't the animatronic's fault. Freddy and the crew were more updated than Fredbear. Fredbear couldn't move off stage, couldn't think like the others do. In their artificial way. It wasn't fair for him to fear Freddy, but that guilt didn't make him stop.

So he avoided the Pizzeria. For a while. Until his dad started coming home, angry and drunk. He didn't hit, he never was physically aggressive, but the anger that rolled off of him was terrifying.

And he started sneaking out. Started preparing to run whenever his dad was late getting home. Waited until he heard the car that dropped him off pull up, then opened his window and climbed out, taking off through the trees.

He'd been given a badge as a joke, a 'welcome to work' gift, for starting to do voicework for the company when he was a kid. He used to wonder why it worked on the doors, but considering what his dad had intended the place to be, he wasn't surprised anymore. It was supposed to be a safe place to go when the outside wasn't.

Well, it sure was working for that now. But he doubted his dad intended him to ever hide from him there.

He slipped through the staff areas, sneaking into Pirate Cove, before sitting by the stage and hugging his knees as he quietly cried.

A few minutes after he arrived, like clockwork, the curtains opened, and footsteps approached.

"Ahoy, lad." A soft voice spoke.

He looked up at Foxy, at the almost concerned look he had on his fabric covered face. "...Hey."

Foxy looked around, before holding open the curtain. "...Want to talk about it?"

He would always wait a few seconds, before pushing himself up, taking the hand offered to him, and climb up onto the stage.

Sometimes, he would just cry, the fox animatronic resting an arm around his shoulders as he listened.

Sometimes, he would explain things in more detail. Explain what was going on with his dad. Explain how guilty he felt that he couldn't save Evan or Charlie.

Sometimes, when it was a really bad day, he'd admit that he felt like his dad blamed him for what happened. That he felt it really was his fault.

"Yer pops loves you, lad. It ain't your fault, what happened."

"If- If I had just stopped Michael-"

"Lad," Foxy's voice cut in, more low than usual. "It ain't your fault the machine wasn't right."

"...What?"

Foxy looked like he was going to continue, before he shook his head. "...Never you mind, lad. Never you mind."

 He felt like he was betraying his dad, when he took his uncle's offer to work part time at the Pizzeria. But he needed something to do, something he could help with. After his mother had left (without even so much as a goodbye to him, he knew that Charlie had always been her favorite), he'd dropped out of school. And he knew his dad was struggling, since he himself had to make his dad dinner every night.

But the job meant some extra cash, meaning he could keep the fridge stocked when he had a chance to hit the store after work. And it wasn't hard work. Sweep up between parties. Do small diagnostics on the animatronics. Report any unusual behavior to Uncle Afton directly.

But even after what he felt was that betrayal, he had never expected to one day see paramedics at his home when his uncle dropped him off.

Maybe he deserved this. To be alone. He couldn't save his sister, he couldn't matter to his mother, and now he'd failed his dad. He couldn't even get himself to cry. He just took those feelings, and locked them deep away in a box.

He didn't deserve to grieve. Not when it was all his fault.

 After taking him in, Uncle Afton had been very intent on changing 'Uncle Afton' into 'Father'. He'd given praise for doing what he was told, for doing tasks as assigned, for reading the words into a microphone that Scott barely even paid attention to.

Maybe now he could be a good son. Maybe now he was helping. Maybe.

He didn't see Michael anymore. Sometimes he heard him scream at night, but Father had told him it was just nightmares. Not to bother him at night. Michael can be dangerous when provoked, he would say, before leaving the room.

He took the feelings about the screams, and locked them away too.

 Two coworkers started breaking him out of his shell, once he'd been fully employed. Jeremy and Fritz. Jeremy would take him out to a freestanding arcade, to the zoo, just try to take him places he didn't go to make him smile. Fritz would come get him on their breaks, sit on the roof and have a smoke while he stared at the stars, and they would talk.

He remembered what it was like to feel positive. To smile. To laugh.

And as he broke down his walls, he started to get curious. About things he added up from his past, that didn't make sense. And so he started digging. And when Jeremy and Fritz asked what had him so bothered lately...how could he not tell the two?

Jeremy had offered to take a look at Junior's, since Scott's shifts were starting to increase. He'd left with a smile, promising to get back to him soon. He never returned.

Fritz got antsy after a while, and one night on the roof, they said they were going to follow up on what Jeremy tried to find.

"I think you're right, Scotty." They'd said as they put out their cigarette. "I think something's up. That we're not supposed to find."

"Fritz, please don't-"

Fritz rested a hand on the man's shoulder. "Look. I already know too much. Might as well try to find more. Just, promise me." They looked him in the eyes. "Don't get yourself killed. Promise."

"..." He looked away. "...Promise."

"There's our Scotty." They smiled. "I'll be back before you know it, Jeremy in tow."

They didn't come back either.

He gave up on making friends, after that. He gave up on research. He went back to being a good son for his Father. That was what he wanted, wasn't it? To be a good son?

When he looked over the scripts he'd read two weeks later, and saw what he'd said about springlock failures, he knew in his heart what had happened to his friends. And he screamed.

 Children went missing. Employees ended up dead. And Scott read whatever papers his Father put in front of him into a microphone, like he was supposed to. If he was a good son, he wouldn't get in trouble like Michael had. He wouldn't be rejected like Michael had. He wouldn't be sent away, like Michael had.

Father was all that he had left. He just had to do what he was told, and he wouldn't be alone.

Don't ask questions. Don't look too closely. Don't get curious. Do your job. Read the scripts.

He was assigned a night guard position, not realizing he'd signed up to take it. He'd long since given up on remembering anything that was on the papers he read. The less he remembered, the less he'd want to ask questions, the less trouble he'd get in.

The animatronics...he knew these ones. He knew that Foxy in particular. During the day they seemed normal. Old, movements a little off, but close to what he remembered from his youth.

At night, though...At night they were different beasts entirely.

They weren't supposed to walk around at night anymore. He'd been told they took that out. Removed the Night Mode. So what caused them to wander? To try to get into his office? To stare in at him through the window as he struggled to manage the power of the falling apart building?

Foxy banged his fist against the door, and Scott felt himself start to panic.

He didn't want to die. He hadn't realized until that moment, but he didn't want to die. The power kept draining, and he heard Freddy's laugh draw near, and he launched himself out of his chair and into the back corner of the room. He was going to die. He was going to be torn apart by the creatures he'd spent his life around.

As the power went out, he curled up on himself, and prepared for the worst. He wondered if it would be quick, or if he would end up like Evan. Maybe he deserved that fate. Maybe he did.

As footsteps got closer, as a music box started to play, he felt the locks on the box in his heart start to rattle.

When he felt a hand on his shoulder, he flinched, looking up into the glowing eye that watched him.

"...Ahoy, lad." Foxy spoke, just like he used to. "...Are ye alright?"

Maybe he was dreaming. Maybe this was the thoughts of a dying man. He didn't know. But the locks broke, the box flew open, and he was overwhelmed with emotion. He broke into sobs.

And in that moment, the arms of four animatronics, and the gentle sound of a music box, were the most comforting things in the world.

 Scott knew too much. He knew his Father was starting to catch on. But that was fine. Because he was onto his Father as well. Even the thought of the man made his blood boil. He knew what he had done, now. Not the full story, but he knew some.

They had told him. The animatronics, and...and the others. It had been hard to believe at first, but with everything that had happened...he wasn't likely to toss it out as science fiction.

But he also accepted it, because it explained so much. It explained why his dad didn't want him to speak with Afton. Why he was overcome with grief. If what had happened was true...then he was now in the same position his dad had been in, years ago. Knowing the truth, but unable to get anyone to believe him. Unable to dig any further.

Well. There was only one way he could think of to get to places he wasn't allowed to be in.

He'd arranged to get the help of the crew. He knew they hated the idea, but it was the best one he had. He knew he was running out of time. He had to act before Afton acted for him.

He took a breath, before he clicked the tape recorder to 'record'.

"Uh, hello? Hello, hello?"

Afton might kill. But even he couldn't kill a man he thought was dead.

-

Michael never meant to hurt his brother. Not...not like that. He tormented him, but...but his father said that was how you got stronger. His dad loved Evan, but said he was too much of a crybaby. This was supposed to make him stronger, just like his father had made him stronger.

It was never supposed to end up like this...

His father had been overcome with grief, with the loss of a third member of their family. Now, it was just him, and his father. No Elizabeth. No Mom. No Evan.

Just William, and Michael.

And William hated Michael.

Every night, he was tormented by animatronic killer machines, and every time he tried to cry to his father for help, he would be locked back in his room.

"How far you've fallen, Michael." His father had spat at him once. "From a killer, to a crybaby. You're worthless."

He wanted to go back. He wanted to go back to when he and his cousin would go to storytime at Pirate Cove. He wanted to go back to when Uncle Henry would pick him up and smile and laugh. He wanted to go back to when he had his brother and sister.

But he couldn't go back. All he could do now was endure.

Maybe...maybe this is what he deserved.

 During the day, he would do everything he could think of for his father. Every chore. Every task he was assigned. But every night, even as he grew older, he was cast back into his room with the machines hunting him. He didn't understand what he did wrong. Was this still because of Evan? Was there anything he could ever do to escape this torment?

For not the first time, he wondered if he should just give in. Maybe the only way to make his father happy was to die. Maybe that would be worth it, just to make the pain stop.

But then Scott moved in. And he saw through the crack of his door, just how broken he was. And that scared him almost as much as the killer machines. Scott had been the pillar of stability back then. What would have broken him so severely?

And then, he learned. His father thought he couldn't hear, but he could. The things he said. The things he ordered be done. The scripts he wrote. He was turning Scott into a son who did exactly what he was told, no questions asked.

He remembered the boy who had tried to help him, tried to protect him, even though he was younger than Michael. Who had been there when he'd needed him.

...Scott needed him now. He'd do whatever his father asked, now. Not just to escape the nightly Hell, but to help Scott.

He owed more than that to him. But that was all he could give. He hoped it was enough.

 He'd asked his father what he wanted him to do. And the task was surprisingly simple. He wanted him to go get an education. He would send him to one of the best schools he could find. But he had to learn mechanics. His task would be to be able to repair and build animatronics from the designs he was given, when he got back.

He...he could do that. That shouldn't be too hard.

He wasn't given the chance to say goodbye to Scott, but he wasn't sure if the other even knew if he was there. His father had kept them quite separate.

He didn't realize how strange that was, until he talked to a school counselor about his home life. And then she started asking more questions, and he told her more. Not about his nightmares, but about other things.

She arranged for him to see a therapist. And he talked more and more.

Abuse. He knew that was the word for how he had been to his little brother but...he didn't realize that applied to how his father was to him, too. A cycle, the therapist told him. He still was accountable for how he treated Evan, but it wasn't his fault. He didn't know anything else.

He'd broken down crying in the office, as he poured out everything that had happened. But afterwards, he'd felt...better. Not whole, he hadn't felt whole since he'd lost Evan, but better.

He had to end the cycle. It would stop with him. ...And with Scott.

 When he'd returned from his schooling, he hadn't expected Scott to be gone. Apparently he'd moved to his own apartment, and worked at the Pizzeria now? That was good, that he was away from his father. Maybe there was still a chance for him to be okay.

His father was happy when he'd returned, letting him stay back in his room again. And for the first time in ages, he slept in his room without having nightmares of killer machines.

His father approached him days later, with a job for him. There was a storage location under their home, he told him. It was where some of the animatronics were stored, for one of the sister franchise locations. If he felt ready for it, he would need to start working on those machines, to get them ready for their next performances.

...Yeah, Michael thought. He could do that. He could do that.

-

Mike had realized long ago that he was different to most kids. He was lucky that his mother had been supportive, even if he cried every time he got one of his shots at the beginning.

He'd tried his best in school, because he'd wanted to make her proud. Make things easier on her. Especially after his father had left them with his new baby sister, and his mom had to juggle two kids and a job.

He did well enough in school to get a scholarship to university, and he'd left to take some of the pressure off of her. But when he had been attacked by bigots at Uni and had to drop out to recover, he'd been afraid he'd lose everything. He'd never been so glad that people were afraid of being sued.

He'd been allowed to keep the scholarship money that had been designated for food and board, and thus was able to keep his apartment. But after the months of recovery, he knew he was running out of time. He needed to find a job, or he'd have to go back home and put pressure on her again.

He'd applied at many places, but none gave him a call back. Except for a local pizza joint. He knew of Freddy's, of course. He wasn't an idiot. He knew the rumors, knew it was a popular kids place.

But he didn't care. Pay was pay, and while the weekly check was garbage, it was far better than nothing. And hey, he could put it all into a savings account until the scholarship money ran out.

He didn't plan to stick in this job long anyway. Get some experience as a night guard under his belt, and apply to a better job for more pay.

This would be fine.

#*confused fanfiction noises* #SotFGotS #Five Nights at Freddy's Fanfiction #Five Nights at Freddy's fanfic #back at it again on my bullshit #the muse is fickle #and demands i flip from thing to thing #made no progress on 12 days of ficmas but fixed up this old concept into a full story idea in two days

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oh SHIT its almost FICMAS and i have NO IDEAS

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Send me an anonymous ask completing the sentence "I wish you would write a fic where..."

OH MY GOSH, YES!!!

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Finally updated with the UoU AU chapters, and A Life With Blue Green Eyes!

A Confused Unit Masterpost Of All Written Fics

We’re going to go in order of first written, to last written, and block them off by Fandom, so here we go:

Mega Man:

Chronologically, this is the earliest fic I’ve written. Currently on hiatus, I think I might add to it whenever I get the urge. Only posted on Ao3. Re-Occurrence (Ao3) [Chapter]

Red Vs Blue:

Next is this one, which I started in 2015. I’ve wanted to work on it, I just haven’t had the muse at the moment, and lost my writing notebook several times. It is currently in progress, but expect a while before the next chapter goes up. Life Goes On (Ao3) [Chapter]

Minecraft Story Mode:

These ones next. There are more ideas I have for this universe, but due to personal reasons I have not continued them at this time. Please assume that anything here that is not a oneshot is currently on hiatus. A Nightmare (Tumblr) [Oneshot] The Liar (Tumblr) [Oneshot] House of Death (Tumblr) [Oneshot] [Back Up Lukas] (Tumblr) [Chapter] The Respawn Protocol (Tumblr) [Chapter] {Next Chapter}

Overwatch:

This is gonna be broken down into sections.. The Abandoned section was my first experience writing Overwatch Fanfic, and I’m not going to continue those pieces due to changes in my personal characterization. The Other Side Looks The Goddamn Same (TOSLTGDS): The Other Side Looks The Goddamn Same (Ao3) [Chapter, R76] (Tumblr: 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14)  A Glimpse. (Ao3) [Chapter] (Tumblr: 1 2 3 4 5)  Birth of a Soldier (Ao3) [Oneshot, R76] (Tumblr) Soldier Enhancement Program: Subjects 76 and 24 (Ao3) [Chapter, R76 - Complete] (Tumblr: 1 2) Various: ‘Until Death Do Us Part’ Never Fit For Us (Ao3) [Oneshot, R76] (Tumblr) Abandoned: A Fragment. (Ao3) [Chapter - Complete]  Ad Infinitum (Ao3) [Chapter] 

HLVRAI

A recent hyperfixation of mine, and finally something that I’ve been able to get my muse to think about for the first time in almost a year. The main fic updates sporadically.

Universe of Unreality AU: Universe of Unreality (AO3) [Chapter] (Tumblr: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27) The Resonance Project (AO3) [Chapter] (Tumblr: 1 2 3 4 5) A Faint Divergence (AO3) [Chapter - Complete] (Tumblr: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12)

Friday Night Funkin’

I love funny rap game so much and Senpai is my favourite canon character and I am Simply Vibing. Will include modded characters. Currently In Progress.

A Life Through Blue Green Eyes AU: A Life Through Blue Green Eyes (AO3) [Chapter] (Tumblr: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7)

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A Life Through Blue Green Eyes - Chapter 7

Crossposted from AO3

The aftermath of a trauma nap. Plus, a new friend joins the crew. Also, BF family lore hints?

Sen didn't know how long he slept before he woke up next.

His code didn't hurt anymore, everything put back in place. But that didn't mean he felt okay. He felt drained, like when you've cried for hours and don't feel emotions anymore.

He groaned as he pushed himself up, blinking slowly as he realized he was on the floor of his bedroom.

"Sen? You alright?"

He paused before reaching over for his laptop. He pulled it close, looking at the screen and seeing a concerned looking Red staring back at him.

"...Hey." His voice was rough, but he could speak. He considered that an improvement.

"How are you feeling?"

"Awful."

"That's about what I expected..." Red let out a quiet breath. "I'm so sorry, Sen...Pico gets really...abrasive when he needs space. BF and I are used to it, but you aren't, and that must have felt terrible..."

"...How...?"

She looked back at him again. "He contacted me while you were asleep. He's okay."

A pained noise fell from Sen's throat, as he let out some pent up fear he still had within him.

"He's with Nene and Darnell. He's cooling down. And he feels terrible about leaving you in such a state." She glanced away for a moment. "I don't know what all he said to you, but I'm very sure that anything angry he shouted he didn't mean. He lashes out when he's afraid, as a form of...self punishment. Push people away, and all that."

Sen slowly nodded. "..Right."

"I'd like to have you two talk when he comes home, straighten things out, if you feel up for it at the time."

"...Mmm."

"That's for future us, though." Red turned back to smile at him. "I wanted to ask if you would go with me somewhere."

He slowly pushed himself to sit. "Go? Go where?"

"Well, I need to pick up a friend from the airport. I think you'll like her!"

He shook his head to fix his hair. "...Sure?"

"Perfect! I didn't want to leave you alone, but I do need to call the limo and head over there in just a minute." She smiled fondly. "You go ahead and get ready for the day, okay?"

"Sure."

-

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE FRIENDS WITH HATSUNE MIKU???" Sen almost fell out of his bed, flustered and trying to straighten his tie.

Red giggled, while Miku burst into laughter.

"If you'd told me, I would have gotten dressed up nicer- goodness, Red, you can't just- God, I'm such a mess, this is dreadfully embarrassing-"

Miku flapped her hand. "Please, I'm just a friend in this car." She smiles. "It's nice to meet you, Sen! I've heard a bit about you!"

"About me?" He winced. "Good things, I hope."

"That Beeps has taken quite a liking to you!" She beamed, before looking a bit sheepish. "...And also a bit about your condition."

"Miku!" Red hissed.

"Wait, you...know?" Sen looked away anxiously. "Why-"

"I've got some connections." Miku responded vaguely, flapping her hand again. "Anyway, I know you've been through a lot, so I've started looking into some stuff. Checking out businesses, you know."

"I...don't, actually."

"Well, that's fine." She smiled. "I've got some leads I need to follow up in town. Plus, I need to see my family!" She looked over to Red quickly. "You didn't tell them, did you?"

"Of course not! I didn't want to mess up the surprise!"

"Family?" Sen sat back down, laptop in his lap. "Pardon my question, but I thought you were a digital singer?"

"I usually am. This..." Miku gestured down at herself. "...Is a new development. Which is why I want to visit!" She smiled sadly. "It's been so long since I've been able to hug my brothers..."

"Who's the lucky family to have such a famous daughter?" Sen smiled a bit.

"...You really don't know?" She looked over to Red again. "You didn't tell him anything about me?"

"I...didn't exactly have the time, after...the trip, and all that..."

"Right..." Miku turned back to Sen. "Beeps, her boyfriend, is my middlest brother!"

Sen's brain froze up, and he swore he could almost hear the sound of a dialup connection.

"Sen?" Red blinked. "Are you alright?"

"BLUE IS RELATED TO HATSUNE MIKU???"

Miku lost it laughing, knocking her headset to the floor of the limo as she happy flapped her hands.

-

The house that they approached was a small one, all things considered. A two story house, four bedrooms and three bathrooms, plus a basement, but the footprint of the house wasn't anything extravagant. Especially with the family that owned the house.

Sen was still in shock that the family had not just the up and coming rapper that Blue was, but also the world famous virtual singer that Miku was. His mind scrambled to try to think of who the third sibling could be, but he came up empty.

Miku hopped a bit on the balls of her feet, pulling Red's hoodie around her more. "...Do you think this is still a good idea?" She didn't look like the confidant and certain singer anymore, she just looked like a kid that was nervous about going home.

Red reached out and rested a hand on her shoulder. "Of course I'm sure. BF is gonna be so happy to see you! And I'm sure your mom and dad will be happy too."

Miku sighed. "If only Mike was home..."

Red pat her lightly, before catching her eyes and moving her hands.

Miku's eyes widened, and she nodded once. "...Okay."

Sen cleared his throat. "Uh...should I be here? This feels...personal."

Red turned to look at him. "Sen, you're part of our big family now. You're more than welcome to be here!"

Miku gave him a smile and a peace sign, before moving over to the door. She took a breath, before knocking.

"Coming!" A voice spoke from inside the house, as footsteps got closer.

Red stood at Miku's side, a hand resting gently on the other girl's back.

"Sorry about that," The door opened inward. "We haven't been expect- ...ting..."

"...Hey, mom." A small nervous smile.

"...Mikah...?" The woman's eyes quickly filled with tears. "Oh my- Oliver!" She called into the house. "Oliver!!"

A man in a white suit arrived in the doorway with a flash, eyes widened. "Alice, what's wrong?" He quickly turned to the doorway, jaw dropping.

"Dad..."

"Mikah!" He reached forward and quickly pulled the girl into his arms. "I can't believe-" He pulled away, placing his hands on her shoulders. "How are you-"

Alice bumped him out of the way, taking Miku into her arms this time. "Mikah we missed you so much..." She carded her hand through the girl's hair. "Is this...did Crypton do this?"

"Yes." Miku's voice cracked, and she glanced to Red.

"Miku told me that she'd gotten info from Crypton that they were working on being able to be physical again, and, well...as you can see it works." She worried at the bottom edge of her dress. "She wanted to surprise you, and...check on BF."

Oliver looked down at Red, raising an eyebrow. "You can also check in on him whenever you like."

"I know sir. I just also know that sometimes...he wants space with his family."

His eyes seemed to twinkle gold for a moment, before he nodded. "Good on you." He looked back to Miku. "Mikah we've missed you so much..."

"I'm glad to be home...Can...can I see Beeps now?"

"Of course, sweetheart." Alice pulled back, rubbing at her eyes. "...Thank you, G. This is a wonderful surprise..."

"You're welcome, ma'am." She bowed lightly.

Oliver led Miku into the house, glancing backwards at the door. "Next time you visit, you need to introduce us to your new friend there."

Sen yelped, leaning back from the screen.

Red lifted her bracelet to whisper to him. "Don't worry, they would have been able to tell from a mile away."

"Why??" He hissed back.

"Your soul is quite obvious to those who can see it, dear." Alice fixed her hair, taking a breath. "It's just that most can't." She locked eyes with Red, a faint golden glow in her own. "Take good care of him, won't you?"

"Always will, ma'am." A faint glow of red covers Red's eyes.

Alice gave a nod of understanding, before closing the door.

"...Mikah?" Sen raised an eyebrow.

"That was her name when she was human. Mikah XML."

"XML?"

"Why do you think his rap name is 'Boyfriend.XML'?"

"...Why XML though?"

Red shrugged. "Assimilation, probably. My parents named themselves Mommy Mearest and Daddy Dearest, and they thought they were blending in super well. At least XML sounds like it could be exotic or something."

"...Wait, what?" Sen felt like his head was spinning.

"You've got plenty of time to piece together the lore of the XML household, trust me. Anyway, this has been plenty of excitement for me, and I'm sure it has been for you. Let's go home and nap."

Sen blinked. "Wait, what about your coat?"

Red waved a hand. "She'll give it to BF, and he'll have a comfort object. I can get it back later, when he feels safe leaving the house again." She smiled as she looked up at the second floor window. "Come on. Let's go home."

#*confused fanfiction noises* #A Life Through Blue Green Eyes #ALTBGE

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A Life Through Blue Green Eyes - Chapter 6

Crossposted from Ao3

(Pico didn't mean to snap. He really didn't. He just...he couldn't handle it.

BF would understand. GF would understand. It wasn't Sen's fault that he didn't understand.

But coming home every night to BF's apartment, with the only other person being Sen, it was draining. He knew that after the incident in the warzone, that he would be on edge, and BF would need some time back at home.

But he hadn't thought he'd gotten that codependent again so quickly. It almost felt threatening to be home without BF by his side. So he went on more jobs than usual. It was his go to way to cope. But Sen didn't know that. And Sen didn't like him throwing himself into danger. Sen was the voice of reason.

And when Pico got mad, he hated to hear voices of reason.

So he'd snapped. He'd yelled, and screamed, said things he didn't mean, and slammed the door to the apartment hard enough to shake it as he stormed off. He had work to do. It was the only way to get the jitters out of his hands.

He just needed some space.)

Sen can't stop shaking.

He's lost track of how long it's been. He remembers flinching when Pico yelled at him, remembers calling out for him, remembers a thud.

But after that, no matter how many times he refreshes his computer screen, all he can see outside of his digital home is darkness.

The world around him has also gone dark, unable to keep track of the time. And he can't use his phone to keep track either, it was set to keep track of 'his local time', meaning whatever time his home was deciding to be, instead of the outside. It isn't usually important for him to know the outside time. He usually can see a clock, or ask whoever he was with.

But with Pico being at home less and less, Sen's been drifting through hours without even knowing it. And now, with Pico gone, and with the darkness outside his screen...he has no chance to understand.

He's curled up in his bed, failing to hold back his sobs again. He's scared. He worries about Pico. Pico's one of his closest friends. With how often they've been spending time together, how often they talk...he feels more like family. Sen's even heard Pico's friends teasing him about his 'younger brother'.

He can't lose more family. He can't. He might just shatter into ones and zeroes if that happens.

After another crying fit, he drops back against the bed, staring at the ceiling. A different fear comes to mind. Is the power out? If it is, how long can his device last without power? They put him on the charger every night, does he use that much?

What will happen if the power doesn't turn on before Pico gets back?

He doesn't want to die. He misses his previous life, the people he cared for, but...he's not ready to go.

His fear keeps rocketing between fear for his own life, and fear for Pico's life.

He feels like he's falling apart.

(She was worried.

Pico had gone offline on their chat group hours ago, as he usually did. That was fine. Well, not fine, considering what it meant he was doing, but that wasn't the current problem.

The current problem was that Sen hadn't responded to a single message that she'd sent him since Pico went offline. Which had her worried for a variety of reasons.

Had Pico taken Sen with him to work? She was pretty sure the answer to that would be a blunt 'no', Pico didn't like anyone going with him to work in case something went wrong.

Was Sen asleep? Again, unlikely. Sen had trouble sleeping on the good days, when he was around people. She doubted he'd be having an easy time sleeping alone.

Which left a third option, the one that caused the most of her stress. That the two boy had had a fight. Pico was always...difficult to help, after certain triggers. He always insisted he needed space. But they'd thought that it would be good for him to have Sen with him.

As she finished picking the lock with her claw, flexing her hand as it faded back to it's human counterpart, she realized that that thought had obviously been wrong.

The living room was a mess, things thrown everywhere. Not in a way that it looked like they'd been robbed, but in a way where it looked like someone had had a breakdown. She sighed quietly. "Pico? Are you home?"

She left her heels at the door as she padded through the house, wanting to remain quiet. A sound from the bedroom caught her ear, and she headed towards it, gently pushing the door open.

Sen's casing had fallen out of its charger, landing face first on the dresser. She moved over to it, gently picking it up. "Sen, are you-"

The screen was scattered with bits of code, Sen in the middle curled up on his bed. He was crying.

"Sen, it's me. Can you hear me?" She knew his emotional state had been fragile, but she hadn't thought it could get this bad.

He slowly turned to look at her. "...Red?" His voice is raw from crying.

"That's me. Let's...we're going to go sit on the bed together, okay? How are you feeling?" She reached with her other hand to grab his charger, before moving to the bed.

"...Tired." His motions were sluggish, but the excess code started to clear up.

"I'm gonna pull up something silly on BF's laptop, okay? We're gonna watch something together so you can get some sleep, alright?" She plugged in Sen's casing, still holding the device in her hands for comfort.

"...Yeah. O-" He coughed. "...Okay."

She held him close, pulling up a silly animal video. "It's gonna be okay. Pico's fine, he's just...he lashes out when he's scared about the people he cares about. And he cares about you. He'll be home eventually, and...I'll make sure he talks to you." She sighed. "I know it can be...hard, the first time. There won't be many times, I promise. He learns, it just...takes him a bit to adapt."

"...Okay."

She gently pet the casing with her thumb as she listened to him fall asleep.)

#*confused fanfiction noises* #A Life Through Blue Green Eyes #ALTBGE

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A Life Through Blue Green Eyes - Chapter 5

Crossposted on Ao3

Sen sighs quietly, lounging on a couch in the newly decorated 'lounge'. It's close to the gym, close to the café, and most importantly, someplace he can relax that isn't his dorm. He's already getting tired of spending so much time over there, and having somewhere else to chill is always a good thing.

Besides, it's fitting to be resting somewhere different than usual, since the people carrying him are somewhere different too.

Red's dad had set up some kind of vacation, the details of which were still hazy to Sen, but he was just letting her deal with it. It wasn't like he could help out with much right now after all. The one thing he was able to do was keep Pico updated on the events at the airport, when they boarded, and then send a message after they'd taken off.

He was pleased to discover there was Wi-Fi on the flight, and he'd quickly gotten settled on the couch, watching Youtube on his phone. On the screen of his laptop, he could see Red and Blue had settled in to watch one of the in flight movies, though he isn't sure what movie it is. They're sharing earbuds. It's honestly pretty cute.

The rest of the plane was empty, which Blue had mentioned being nervous about, but Red was sure everything was fine, so Sen didn't let it get to him. He just relaxes and watches videos.

Until suddenly he can't. The video buffers for a while, before he pokes at his phone and realizes the wifi has gone out. He groans, throwing an arm over his eyes as he complains, but a confused noise from Red gets his attention and he sits up quickly.

The movie isn't playing anymore, seemingly frozen, though from her poking at the screen it certainly doesn't seem paused. "...Daddy usually picks better flights than this..." She sighs, resting her head against Blue's.

"Yeah, he booked a whole plane, but only gave you and Blue Economy passes?" Sen isn't sure what that means, but he's pretty sure it's rude of her father to have done so.

"Sen, this is Business Class."

"...Yeah, but..." He glances away. "Same thing, right?"

"One day, we're going to take you on a plane for real." She smiles at him.

Blue gives an approving beep, and flashes him a peace sign.

Sen laughs, reaching up to give one back.

Everything shakes. The plane, the screen, the school. Sen falls off of the couch, catching his laptop. While he hasn't made progress on getting control over how his mind represents his world, the addition of feeling what was going outside had seemed like a good idea at the time. ...Until now, when he was falling on his ass again just trying to stand up.

"What's going on out there?" He finally gets a bit of a grip, one arm holding his laptop, the other hand clutching his phone.

"I don't-" Red's voice cuts out as some voice seems to play out of the earbuds she and Blue are still sharing. Whatever the voice says has Blue beep in panic, and makes Red freeze.

"Red? Red!" He tries to get into the group chat on his phone, but the internet is still down. "Talk to me, I'm trying to contact Pico, what's going on?"

"The plane-" Everything shakes again. "Shit- Sen! Call Pico, let him know something's gone wrong!" She pushes herself to her feet, earbuds forgotten. "Boyfriend, come on-"

He doesn't know what Blue replies, as he runs out of the room towards the exit of the school. He isn't entirely thinking, and he realizes it's muscle memory telling him he'll get better reception as he gets outside, but he hurries over to a bench and sets down his laptop, hitting call on Pico's contact in his phone.

It's only two rings before the call is answered. "Sen, what the fuck? How are you calling me? Aren't you on the plane?"

"That's the problem! Red said there's something wrong-" He stumbles as the world shakes again, quickly looking over to the laptop screen again. "Red?? What are you doing? Red!"

Red's wrestling with a door, pulling at a red lever as Blue panics and pushes at the door as well. "We have to go!"

Pico's voice sounds sharp when he speaks next. "Something's wrong? Where are you?"

"We took off two hours and thirty five minutes ago, heading North East. We're still, we're still on the plane-" His eyes widen as he sees the door start to give. "Wait, Red, wait-!"

The door immediately is pulled out as it gives, Blue tumbling out immediately with it. Red screams, diving out after him.

"Oh my God!" His world tremors and rattles like it's experiencing an earthquake, but he can see that he's rather stable even as they're falling. His eyes lock on Blue. "Red!" He's shouting, he knows it, and he's entirely forgotten about the phone call, Pico's yells and fear distant as his hand drops to his side. "Red, his eyes aren't open! He's just tumbling!"

"We're getting him!" Red shouts back, sounding determined, and he sees a hand reach down towards Blue. "Just hold on-"

There's a sound, before suddenly his entire world tilts, and Sen realizes with horror that his tiny game shell is tumbling through the air, alone. He screams, as gravity lets go of it's grip on him, sending him falling up into the sky. He scrambles for purchase in the air, as the ground gets smaller and smaller above him, before he starts to tumble himself. He can barely hear anything from his phone over the wind, but he presses it as hard against his ear as he can. He doesn't even know what he says as he panics into the phone, desperately willing for anything to go right.

At a particularly hard tumble, his phone falls from his grasp, and he cries out in desperate fear. His code can't handle the panic attack any further, and his mind shuts down entirely.

("I've got you!" Red shouted with pride, as she caught Blue in her arms, held in place in the air by the flapping of her wings that had burst free in her teleport. She held him close, peppering kisses over his face, even as he was still unconscious. "I've got you...we're going to be okay."

She turned and watched the plane in it's descent towards the desert floor, letting out a breath as she calmed slightly. They were somewhere unknown, but Pico would come find them. He was always good at that. Everything would be okay.

She smiled, holding Blue close. "You okay, Sen?"

There was no response.

She trembled slightly. "...Sen? Are you okay?"

Again, no response.

She adjusted Blue in her arms, lifting up her wrist to check on Sen's casing, a distressed noise falling from her lips when she noticed that he wasn't there. In fact, her entire bracelet was gone.

She quickly looked down, eyes flaring red, as she searched for the soul she'd promised to protect. Her eyes locked onto the glow, far below them, tumbling down towards the ground, bracelet still attached to the chain.

She swore under her breath, eyes returning to normal as she let the two of them drop into a freefall. She wasn't going to lose anyone. Not here, not now. And especially not because of her father.

Never again. She'd made a promise.)

Sen wakes slowly, with a groan, body straining to hold itself together. Whatever happened, his code is pissed, and he can feel the instability rippling under his skin. He doesn't like the feeling.

His noise seems to attract some attention, though, as he hears a quiet beep in a tone he hasn't heard before.

He makes a confused noise in reply. His eyes aren't currently functioning, he's not entirely convinced the code is accessible right now. The realization that he can't see, and he doesn't know where he is, spikes another rise of panic, and he feels his code shutter and almost give out yet again.

"...Sen? Can you hear me?" He knows this voice. This voice is safe. It's Red. Red is safe.

He groans again, but this time in the affirmative. Looks like his dialogue protocols aren't working either. Wonderful.

"...I'm so glad you're okay..." Red's voice sounds wet, upset. "You and Boyfriend have been out for a while...I was starting to worry..."

He tries to push himself up, to get to his feet, but all he does is twitch.

"Your code seems really upset...your sprite keeps glitching out. We're...safe for now. I don't think they know where we are...get the rest you need. Hopefully Pico will be here for us by the time you wake up..."

He can't resist the pull of rest once she mentions it, and he slips into the dark again.

(It took Pico five minutes to stop screaming into the phone after the line went dead, to stop acting just on fear and emotion and start thinking rationally. He knew that was too long to spend on that. He needed to hurry.

His next call was to Nene, telling her he needed a ride in the air with just them as soon as possible. That lives were on the line. She took the hint, and hung up quickly.

His next task was gear. He got armored up, his bulletproof vest under his sweater, knives and other tools in the pockets of his cargo pants. His guns were the only comfort he had, and he spun them around his fingers as he waited for a call he feared wouldn't be coming.

As soon as his phone rang, he grabbed his emergency bag, tossed one gun into it, and ran out the door. The daylight made it harder to hide in plain sight, but he didn't really give a shit about getting something added to his record. It wasn't like the cops really gave a shit in the city anyway.

He ran, until a car drove down the side street he was in and caught his attention. He raised his gun. "Stop!"

The car screeched to a halt.

He ran around to the backseat, pounding on the door. It unlocked before he could even say anything, and he hopped in, gun still trained on the driver. "Move!"

The car picked up speed again. The driver was the only one in the car other than Pico, but he could tell the car was well used.

"Listen- please, I have kids-" The man spoke with a shake to his voice, eyes kept very pointedly on the road.

"I need to get to the airport. Immediately. You're gonna take me there, got it?"

The car went silent, other than the sound of the driving. The man was driving at the speed limit, sweat running down his face as he tried to hold himself together.

Pico sighed, feeling a twinge of sympathy for the man. He pulled out his phone with his other hand, seeing if he could find any info on the guy. He grit his teeth at what he discovered. Guy was a single father, two kids, worked an office job that was wearing him down to the bone. Not the kind of person Pico or his network would have as a target.

"...Look." Pico lowered the gun ever so slightly. "I don't wanna hurt you. But I need to get the airport. It's life or death."

"For you, or for someone else?" The words fell out of the man's mouth before he could even think, and he flinched as he waited for the shot that never came.

"...Family." He glanced out the window. "You're a family man, you said so yourself. What would you do if one of your kids was in danger?"

"...I'd do anything." He spared a glance at the rearview mirror. "...You have a kid?"

"He's more like...a little brother. Him, and the people who rescued him. They're in danger, and I need to get to them, or they're as good as dead."

"...You said the airport?"

"Yeah. East side, not the front gate."

The car picked up speed, and the man started to weave through cars, rush through red lights, take turns if waiting for the light would take too long. Pico lowered the gun, and the speed remained.

As they arrived at the destination, he reached into his bag and snuck out a wad of cash. He wasn't sure how much it was, and it wasn't nearly enough for the debt he owed the man, but it was a good start. Even if the guy had no idea of the bargain he'd entered into by helping him. He dropped the money on the back seat, as he hopped out.

"Hey, Pico."

He glanced back at the man.

"...Good luck."

A faint smile ghosted onto his face. "Thanks." He turned quickly, scaling the fence and dropping on the other side, sprinting for the chopper that was waiting for him.)

Sen's out of it for a while, but when he comes to he pushes himself to sit up on the ground, pressing at his head. He has a killer headache, but he's got worse problems to deal with at the moment. He hears the sound of someone rapping, and Blue's answering beeps and boops. Shit.

He starts to crawl over to his laptop, to see if it's even useable, when a small screen flickers to life in front of his face. He blinks quickly, but sees a note on the side from Red, telling him it's an emergency edition that they'll work the kinks out of later. He looks out the screen, taking in the scene he sees.

They're in the desert still, with hundreds of...soldiers? He guesses they're soldiers only because they're all wearing the same thing, other than helmets which seem to vary between two types, and they all have guns. ...Two of which are pointed at Red, the others all pointed at Blue. One of the soldier looking men is rapping with Blue. Blue looks worn down, exhausted, but determined. His view keeps changing as his shell swings, but his code is unable to follow its movements for the time being, so he stays blissfully still. He's hanging from Red's bracelet again, and she's got her hands up in the air...swinging to the music?

He looks around where he is instead, wincing when he sees his laptop on the ground, screen cracked and dark. His phone looks no better, dented and shattered and shut off. He's got nothing he can do here, no way to reach out other than the screen, no way to...help. To do anything. They're all trapped, but he's the most trapped of all of them.

"Pretty tight bars for a little dude who's simping over an ugly boring teenager who wears her mom's clothes!"

His head snaps back over to the hovering screen, gritting his teeth as the man who threw the insult breaks back into a rap. The men around him look like they're starting to get antsy, like they want to get this over with. They're running out of time. He bites his lip, waiting for the sway to get closer to her face, before he whispers. "Red!"

He hears a breath of relief. "Sen."

"I- My phone is-"

"I know. It's going to be okay. I promise." She spares him a glance, and she smiles a bit. But it's strained. He remembers that look. There's still a flicker of red in her eyes that lingers. How many times had she had to reset, to let Blue make it this far? He decides not to think about it.

The soldier's rap suddenly pops off, building up in intensity. Sen crawls across the ground again, hands finding his phone and holding it close. He closes his eyes, mumbling a prayer. He's not entirely sure who to; there's no god in the shell he resides in, there likely was none from the disk he lived in either, and he knows nothing about any deities of Red's world. But he prays anyway, because it's all he can do. All he can do is hope and pray that they'll be okay.

He looks over to the screen again, as he hears the soldier swear. His breath catches in his throat as he hears the man's threats. As the arms causing him to sway still. As the guns turn and prepare to fire. In the corner of the vision the screen provides, he can see Blue frozen in fear, barely able to stay standing.

The guns fire. Blue screams Red's name. Sen feels his heart stop. These all happen at the same time.

There's a noise he's heard before, and suddenly he's in the air, Red is on the ground holding up Blue, and he hears two more gunshots. It takes him a moment to realize his shell's been clipped to a belt loop. It takes him a few moments longer for it to click that Red's alive, and that someone's arrived with weaponry. He looks up at the top of the screen. "...Pico?" His voice cracks, bitcrushed.

Pico glances down at him, with a smirk. "Hey. Sorry I'm late. Looks like I missed the main event." He twirls his gun on his finger. "Glad I arrived for the afterparty."

"Oh great. The self proclaimed merc decided to invite himself to a break in he wasn't even involved with. Now he'll get to watch the people he cares about get shot in person, instead of just hearing it from a distance!"

He can practically feel Pico tense up at that, as the gun stops spinning. But before anything else can happen, a soldier starts running directly at Pico, and the shot from his Uzi takes the threat out immediately. He hears the music start up again, the rapping pick up once more, though this time with three voices instead of two. He glances to the side of the screen, tensing up himself. "Pico! Behind!"

The arm above him moves and fires off a single shot. "Cover me! I'll focus ahead!"

"Right!"

The sight of the soldiers falling during the calls for fire, and eventually Pico's own additions to the rapping, don't hit him with the impact he's pretty sure they should. His mind still doesn't understand completely the concept of death, other than the very specific version he experienced. The only thing he takes away from watching the bodies fall is that he hates that shade of red.

Eventually, the music stops, the rapping ends, the guns stop firing. Heavy breathing from all involved is all that's heard other than the sound of the wind across the sand. Eventually, the soldier and Red start talking, Blue inputting a few beeps from time to time. But Sen doesn't pay attention to that.

Sen focuses on Pico. Because he can tell from the man's body language that he's barely holding together himself. He can't tell if the shooting was traumatic, if the situation was causing the trauma, or if it was just set off by what the soldier had said minutes prior, but Pico's still wound tightly like a spring about to snap.

His eyes lock on movement at the same time he can feel Pico catch, and he's lucky for his improved processing due to his code, because he notices a crucial detail about the soldier in goggles running up towards the other soldier: he's unarmed.

He sees the arm start to raise above him almost in slow motion, and he shouts at the top of his lungs. "Pico! DON'T!"

Everyone turns to look at Pico, Red holding Blue tight as he almost collapses, the soldier darting to pull the goggles wearing one behind him and shield him with his own body. Pico doesn't move a muscle from the second that Sen shouted at him. The entire scene hangs, tense.

Until Blue speaks the first actual word he's said since Sen woke up. "Pico."

The gun falls to the ground, safety clicked on, as Pico falls to his knees down in the sand. His fingers dig into the dust, breaths ragged as he squeezes his eyes shut.

After a few moments, the soldier speaks again. "Tell you what. You let Steve and I go, and we'll let you get the fuck out of here."

"Terms accepted." Red speaks quickly, voice sharp. "Go."

"Jesus, lady, you don't gotta fuckin tell me twice. Christ..." He turns and runs off, dragging the other man along behind him.

"Pico..." Red and Blue are at his side shortly after. "Thank you for coming to rescue us."

"You think I was just gonna- not show up?" Pico latches onto Blue as soon as he gets the chance, pressing his face to Blue's shoulder.

"I was afraid you wouldn't get the chance to...but we're lucky that they didn't notice us until Boyfriend woke up." She looks over to his shell. "How are you feeling, Sen?"

"I'm...something's still up with my data, but I'm...okay, I think. I can't move much, but I'm alive."

She smiles. "We're all alive. And that's what matters."

Blue beeps out an agreement.

"So, uh..." Sen runs a dusty hand through his hair, but he doesn't really have it in him to care about that right now. "How are we getting out of here?"

"Chopper. Up above. Don't know if they can land, but..." Pico finally lets go, trying to push himself to his feet and collect his guns again.

"I can fly us up there." Red's voice is full of cheer, surprisingly so for what they just went through. But when he looks over at Blue and sees how shaken he is, he understands she's trying to ground him.

"Perfect. Let's get the fuck out of here."

(Once they were up in the chopper, Sen finally got to hear the voices of Pico's friends for real. Nene especially had been excited to talk with him, even if she couldn't see him from her seat, but Red quickly pulled her into conversation and her interest was forgotten.

Pico held onto Blue's hand tightly during the flight, not letting go for a single moment after he'd gotten them all buckled in. In Pico's other hand he held Sen's shell, keeping him secure and as safe as he could, chain looped around his middle finger.

When they eventually got home, they collapsed into a pile on Blue's floor near his bed, clinging together as a trio. After they got set up in their blanket and pillow nest on the floor, Sen's charging dock next to them, they all quickly fell asleep.

Nene and Darnell stayed in the living room, and kept watch.)

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A Life Through Blue Green Eyes - Chapter 4

Crossposted on Ao3

Sen sighs quietly, from where he's resting on his bed. The curtains are pulled closed, the lights are dim. His TV is on across from his bed, a Youtube video paused on it. Rain lightly taps against the window, putting him a bit more at ease. But he still can't sleep.

He's been getting better at resting, but it's still difficult. Though at least today isn't because of nightmares. Tonight he can't sleep because he's worried about Pico.

Pico had said he needed to go out on a job, which means that Blue and Sen are alone at the apartment. Red couldn't spend the nights because of her parents, so it was just the two of them. And neither of them were sleeping well.

It had only been a few weeks since Blue had once again had someone else in the apartment with him, but he'd already gotten used to it. And as for Sen...he was worried to death about Pico's work. Death was still an abstract concept to him, but he knew what would happen if Pico didn't come back. Or at least, what would have happened to him. …He doesn't like to think about it. But it's hard not to.

He checks his phone again to ease his anxiety at the message that had been sent a few hours ago. Pico had confirmed he had arrived where he was supposed to, and said he'd contact again when the job was done. Should only be a few hours, he'd said.

Sen sighs again. It's been hours. Where is he?

Before he can wallow in his misery any longer, he hears a soft noise, and he glances over to his laptop. He pulls it over, looking at the screen. He can see Blue moving slightly under the covers, but before he can question him a slow tune starts to quietly play.

"Left, right. Left, right." Red's recorded voice speaks.

"...Beep...ah. Beep...ah." Sniffles interrupt between the words.

"That's how you do it!"

Sen blinks, looking closer. Is Blue crying?

"Up, down. Up, down."

"Bah...do...bah...do..." He takes a breath after each first word, letting it out after the second one.

"That's how you do it! Left, up, down, right."

"Beep...bah...do...ah..." His voice sounds wrecked, like he's trying to keep himself from breaking down.

"Down, down, up. Down, down, right."

"Do...do...bah. Do...do...ah..."

"Breathe with me, sweetie." Red's voice sounds so caring. "In...out. In...out."

Blue's breaths are shaky, but he follows the commands.

"I love you so much, you know. Remember that you can call me. And, I know you won't while I sleep, even if I tell you you can...so call me in the morning for sure, okay?"

"...Beep."

There's quiet for a minute or two, before the audio starts to play again. Blue follows along once more.

Sen settles in for the night watch. Just in case Blue needs him. So that he doesn't have to be alone with whatever thoughts seem to be upsetting him so much.

They'll probably all take naps tomorrow, anyway.

(And they did, once the sun rose and Red was called, she bundled the two of them up on the couch, Sen's tamagotchi on his own pillow on the armrest.)

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A Life Through Blue Green Eyes - Chapter 3

Crossposted from Ao3

Sen's so booooooored.

It's date night for the couple, and this time it's 'date night', so he and Pico have been kicked out of the apartment. And out on the roof where Pico's chilling now doesn't have any Wifi. And, to top it all off, Pico's refusing to share his Wifi hotspot.

He huffs, throwing his arms back over his head to thump against his bed. He still has access to everything he normally does home wise, but with no internet he can't listen to any music or watch this Youtube that Blue's been teaching him about.

With what Pico had said, Blue prefers nicknames, refusing to give his name at almost all costs. It makes his heart twinge in a way he doesn't like to think about. Blue is a basic name for him, but the guy had smiled when he said it so he's kept it since. Which left her being called Red, since she doesn't give her name either, though in her case he can't tell why. He just felt it was fitting to have the two match.

Sometimes he calls Pico Green when he's annoyed with him, which always riles him up. It's hilarious, honestly, and Pico never stays mad anyway.

But anyway, Sen shakes those memories out of his head, the most important thing is that he has nothing to do. He groans in frustration.

"Oh my god, be quiet kid." Pico grumbles, glaring at him. "The adults are trying to talk."

"I'm 17!"

"And I'm 20. You're still a kid, dumbass." He glances to the side, adjusting the phone against his ear. "Huh? No, he's not trying to talk to you. He's just bitching."

"You've been complaining to that phone for like an hour now!" He glares over at his laptop. "And you keep asking the same questions! And I'm assuming they keep giving you the same answers!"

"Oh my god, hold on." He looks back over at him. "Don't you have something you could be doing?"

"I have no internet, what am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know, read a fuckin' book or some shit?"

"I've read literally every book in the library!"

"Don't care! If you're really a teenager, figure out some shit to do. That's what I used to do." He quickly looks over to the side again. "No, you shut the fuck up. No, I don't- I'm not teaching him to be a criminal! Oh my fuckin' god, I hate both of you."

He throws his hands into the air. "Look at me world, I'm going to learn from Pico. Time to go steal a car."

"There weren't even cars in-" Pico growls softly. "Oh no you don't, Nene, don't you fuckin' hang up on- ...me." He closes his eyes, taking a few slow breaths. "...Fuckin' hell..."

He rolls over to pull his laptop closer, resting his head on his arms. "...You do know everything's okay, right?"

He startles, looking over at him again. "Huh?" He puts his phone to his side, checking for his gun.

"You've got a lookout up here for any danger. You know the entry points for the apartment. You've got your two other lookouts nearby keeping an eye on things you can't see, and they're close enough that they can get here if you need your help." Sen adjusts to prop his head up on one hand instead. "So what's the problem? Do you really think that he's going to have an attacker tonight?"

Pico shudders, closing his eyes for a moment again. He looks back over at him. "...Chrysalis."

They've both got trauma, and they both know they're currently walking on eggshells due to it. So they've come up with safe words, to let each other know when they're stepping too close to the fire.

He holds up his other hand. "Sorry Pico. Different question. Uhh..." He glances out his window, watching the moon rise. "...How did you meet these two, anyway."

He shakes his head quickly. "Nope. Chrysalis. Not tonight."

"...Okay. Uh-"

"They're my friends. We...go way back." He tries to reach out with an informational olive branch. "Darnell and Nene. Trust them with my life."

His voice gets quiet. "...You told them about me?"

Pico shrugs. "Told them I'm babysitting, that's it. Not gonna share your personal details without permission, that's fucked."

He relaxes a bit, slumping against his bed. "...Who are they to you? Family?"

"They're two of my closest friends." He scoffs. "Does Mr. Popular Kid not know what the fuck friends are?"

"I know what friends are. I hate you." He huffs again, looking back at the moon again. I have..."

He has several realizations abruptly. While there's contact outside, in his new world he lives in, there still has been no one within sight. He doesn't remember...hearing from his friends...even a while before he was pulled out. ...He doesn't remember...he...

"Kid?"

His hands shook, and he tried to hide them by resting on his hips with a nervous grin. It didn't work.

"What's gotten into you?" A tone of confusion, a raised eyebrow. "You're always chill, what's going on?"

"I've..." He couldn't tell, he couldn't say he's been seeing a red figure, hearing whispers outside his door at night. "...Had trouble sleeping. Nightmares, I think."

"Hey, you gotta take care of yourself better. How am I gonna beat you fair and square at the festival if you're not at your best?" A laugh, a smack of the shoulder. "...Seriously though. You know you can talk to me, right?"

He nodded. "...I know."

"Kid, do you hear me?"

"Hey!" A higher voice, annoyed. "What was that for?"

"I saw him- just outside! He was staring at you, how didn't you see him?" He gestured angrily at the door. "You told me you have no idea what I'm talking about, but he was right there! Looking right at you!"

"You really need to sleep more, dude. You're seeing shit."

"I'm not crazy!" He stomped his foot, teeth gritted. "He's been stalking me for days, and days, and days, and now he's looking at you!"

"What, you jealous?" A slam of a hand against a wall. "This is why no one's wanted to talk to you! You're paranoid as hell now! Mr. Popular's losing all his friends because he's having nightmares and lashing out at them, and now he can't take it!"

"I'm not-" He pressed his hands to his head, digging in his fingers until he can feel the pressure. "I just want you all to be safe! You know I can't go back home. You guys...are all I've got."

A sigh, a hand gently rested on a shoulder. "...We care about you too, we just think you need some space right now. Get some sleep. We'll bring you homework in a few days, okay?" A door opening, a footstep. "...You need to take care of yourself too."

"Kid!'

He panted, running, wind in his hair and sun on the skin under his rolled up sleeves, completing another lap.

"Heeeey! Big brother!!" Smaller footsteps, a quick pace. "Wait for meeee!!!"

"Sen!"

Sen snaps out of his thoughts at the sound of his name, shaking. It takes him a bit to realize the distressed sounds he hears are coming from himself. It takes longer to realize he's crying.

"Sen, what's going on?" It's Pico, Pico's holding the game keychain in both hands, looking down at him with a slight bit of fear in his eyes. "Are you okay? What-"

"Au-" His voice cracks. "Aurora."

"Fuck. I'm sorry- shit-" He glances around quickly.

Sen presses at his face, trying to calm his breathing. He'd forgotten...he can't believe he'd forgotten...

"...Hm, hm hm hmm, hm, hmmmm, hmmmmmmm."

His eyes flick over to the laptop. He knows that song. "How-"

"Repeat after me." Pico smiles a bit, humming the tune again.

Sen repeats the tune. They continue doing this for a while, time having never really had a lasting meaning to him, before he finally notices that he feels better. He stops repeating.

"...You doing any better, kid?"

"...Yeah." He moves to sit up and rest his back against the wall, sighing. "...Thank you."

"You're welcome. ...Sorry I set you off."

"...Pico?"

"Yeah, kid?"

He looks at his hand. "...When you get the chance...will you ask them if anyone else is still on the disk? If...if we can get them?"

"...Sure thing."

"Thank you..."

He finds out two days later that he was the only bit of salvageable code left on the disk. Everything else had been corrupted.

He can't even bring himself to cry.

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