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Stein at the movies Pt. 4 “Denouement” (drawfee character fanfic)

A brief and whimsical fanfic in 4 parts about Jacob’s character Stein from this drawfee video Part 1   Terry lifted Fritz up and held him against the wall, and then began what was truly the most passionate kiss Stein had ever witnessed. It wasn't hurried and overwhelming like the high-speed high-powered kiss Leigh had delivered earlier that night. It was a loving sort of kiss that took its time and took care not to cause injury or alarm. To Leigh, it was the ultimate insult. She stood up and left the theatre without saying a word to any of them. "Don't you know it's rude to stare," Terry finally confronted Stein after a long silence. His voice was like a warm sunbeam on a spring morning, despite his cold words. Stein, of course, said nothing. They looked meaningfully at Fritz. "Uhh, this is my colleague, Stein," Fritz introduced them. "Stein, meet Terry. Terry, Stein." "I guessed as much from what you've told me about them," Terry turned to Fritz and blushed, "but thanks for the formal introduction." Then he turned back to Stein. "What's up, cat got your tongue?" If only you knew, thought Stein. They reached into their pocket and pulled out the tongue, held it in front of Terry's face and shook it (like a Polaroid picture) for emphasis. Terry did not respond favourably to this stimulus. "Oh dear, that's not good," Fritz offered, "and I suppose I'm going to be the one to sort it out later." Sooner rather than later I hope, and I can't very well sew it back into my own mouth - I wouldn't be able to see what I was doing, Stein thought, and I just know I'd end up putting it on backwards or something. They had been caught out putting a shirt on backwards once, and that was bad enough, but the thought of having their whole tongue on backwards for hours, maybe days before noticing... The shame would be unbearable. The three of them ambled out of the theatre and down the road to Stein's surgical laboratory. When they finally got there, Terry lingered at the threshold. Fritz and Stein nearly left him behind before he shouted after them: "Guys, Fritz, uhh there's something I should tell you." Fritz came back to the entrance, "What is it? Are you squeamish?" "Err, well yes, but that's not exactly... Erm basically, I can't cross the threshold until you invite me in." "Why would you not be invited? One of us would have said something otherwise. Although I suppose only one of us can say anything right now. But that's not the point. Stein - it's okay if Terry comes too, isn't it?" Wish I could help you my guy, thought Stein, Fritz is utterly clueless. "They can't invite me in, they have no tongue." Terry said matter-of-factly - his patience was running out. "So do you invite me in or not?" "I think I've made that quite clear!" Fritz nearly shouted. "Just say the words. Just say 'Come in' - it doesn't have to be a whole thing." Terry was getting worked up too. "But you're the one making it a whole thing, I don't know why you're being such a dick about this." Terry swore and left. "What's his problem?" Fritz asked as he headed over to the surgery table where Stein was already lying patiently. "Oh well. This won't hurt a bit." Fritz made quick work with the needle and thread and Stein's tongue was secured back in their mouth in no time. "So, how was your date, Stein. Would you say she had you... speechless?" "At least she didn't leave me out in the cold like you did with yours." Stein retorted. "Then again, maybe it was a close escape." For both of us, they added in their head. "You're right. Can you believe he blew up at me like that? Young people are so unpredictable." "Fritz... I think that guy is  older than he looks. Like... a lot older."  "What do you mean?" If he still doesn't get it at this point, Stein thought, maybe it's best to leave it that way. "Let's just say," Stein thought for a moment, "How to put this delicately... if I'm a Mary Shelley fan, Terry's more into... Bram Stoker." "I don't see what your taste in literature has anything to do with- oh. He's a vampire. I kissed a vampire. I kissed a vampire and I liked it." His expression changed rapidly from dead bored to eyes sparkling like fireworks. "You and me both, Fritz. You and me both." FIN Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 [A.N. Thanks for reading. I might write a sequel story sometime, if I feel like it! It would be cool to write a story where Stein does some self-modification mid way through the story, rather than just at the start. Otherwise, I’ll do some other fanfic if I get inspired, and maybe some OC short stories]

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Stein at the movies Pt. 3 “Double date?” (drawfee character fan fiction)

A brief and whimsical fanfic in 4 parts about Jacob’s character Stein from this drawfee video Part 1  Leigh audibly gasped. That's my line, thought Stein. "Don't tell me," they muttered so only Leigh could hear them, "that guy over there is 'Terry'." "Ugh. And look at who he's with. Some dude so old he's practically a bag of bones. Err, no offense." Leigh looked apologetic for the first time that night. Stein just gave her a confused look in return - they were trying to figure out which part exactly to not be offended by. "Can you believe that asshole said he'd introduce me to Dracula? The Dracula. I bet he's never even met the guy. He's obviously just doing this to get at me." Look who's talking, thought Stein. "Quick, kiss me," she went on, "Hurry up, he'll look over here any moment and when he does we need to be snogging like I am so over him." Stein was caught off guard by the sudden request and sat dumbfounded for a moment. Then they decided to just take the opportunity as it came. They hadn't had a real kiss in a while to be fair - it had been a couple of months already since the beginning of their ‘research project’ - and this kiss had such low stakes it was basically a freebie. They leaned in for what was possibly one of the most intense snogs they had ever been witness to, let alone taken part in. Leigh seemed to be trying to jam her tongue down their throat and lick the back of their neck like an inverted lollipop. Then she suddenly pulled away and spat something out onto Stein's lap. It was their tongue. They stared at it for a while, almost unable to compute. Oh shit, that's not good is it, they thought to themself. Of course they were unable to articulate that thought on account of their tongue being a little wet lump lying limply in their lap, rather than the animated organ dancing eloquently in their mouth that it should have been. They looked up, and felt like they knew what it meant to be a deer in the headlights, accepting their fate, unable to do anything about it. But Leigh was grinning. "Don't worry, I've spat up much worse things on a first date. Anyway, he saw the good bit, and that's what counts." You really know how to pick'em, Stein said to themself. They said it in their internal monologue, since their external monologue had been cancelled until further notice. They picked up the limp appendage and stuffed it into a flesh pocket (not the same one as their phone was in - that would be gross). Somehow, Leigh's plan seemed to be working - Terry dragged Fritz all the way around the theatre and up to the back row, ending up basically right next to Leigh, leaving only a single empty seat between the two exes. Fritz looked over at Stein apologetically. Then he got his phone out and tapped frantically at the screen, just as the last 'coming soon' trailers finished playing and the 'turn off your phones' message started blaring out of the speakers. "It's not what it looks like" -Fritz "Unless it looks like I'm on a date with a total hottie. Double date?" -Fritz "Sorry - I really tried to pick a different film than you. I thought you'd seen this one??" -Fritz Stein didn't reply. It could wait until later. The movie was just as mediocre on second viewing as it had been the first time, except this time Stein wasn't caught out by any of the jump scares. Occasionally they would turn to watch their neighbours just when they knew a scare was coming, to see their reactions. Surprisingly, the hyper-masculine Terry was much more affected than either of Fritz and Leigh. Well, it wasn't surprising that Leigh wasn't caught out by jump scares, but Fritz had always struck Stein as being the nervous type. When it came to the big reveal at the end of the movie - that the Final Girl had been the killer all along (and therefore, in a way, none of the original cast had survived the ordeal) - Terry practically jumped out of his seat. Even in the darkness of the cinema, Stein could see the sweat running down the side of his pale face. It's a shame Terry isn't dead, Stein thought idly to themself, there are a lot of very usable parts there... Suddenly, Terry turned around and seemed to be looking straight toward Stein. Whoops, they thought, how am I going to explain why I was staring at Fritz' date instead of my own. They opened their mouth a little, searching for words before realising that their tongue was still wedged firmly in their flesh pocket, and would be of no use right now. Terry stood up and turned away - the end credits were rolling now. But what he did next was truly unbelievable. To be continued... Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 [A.N. - Thanks to anyone reading this! Just getting a couple of likes here and there has me grinning like a fool :) I’ll edit and post the fourth and final part tomorrow.]

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Stein at the movies Pt. 2 “Concessions” (drawfee character fan fiction)

A brief and whimsical fanfic in 4 parts about Jacob’s character Stein from this drawfee video Part 1  When Stein arrived at the theatre they saw Leigh, who had arrived early, leaning casually against the wall by the ticket machine. She was wearing a pair of distressed stonewashed baggy jeans, and a band t-shirt of some obscure indie rockers. Her curly black hair formed a loose mullet, with the sides cut back just enough to show several piercings (gold, of course - a vampire would never be caught dead wearing silver. It just doesn't fly in monster social circles). Stein only realised how tense they had been when they felt a wave of relief settle over their body. I don't know what I was so worried about, they thought, but I'm so glad it's Leigh standing there, and Fritz is nowhere to be seen. The hairdo Stein had picked out was just about the opposite of Leigh's, with more length in the front than the back, though only by a little. They had spent far too long in front of the mirror trying to decide whether they still looked femme enough with short hair, long legs and muscly arms, and they picked out some larger eyes to balance out the look. "Oh hey, Leigh!", Stein greeted their date with enthusiasm. "Oh, is that you, Stein? You look different to your picture." Leigh's brow furrowed, either in confusion or disappointment. "I especially wasn't expecting you to be so... tall..." Stein stooped their shoulders to compensate - with their leg extensions, they were nearly half a foot taller than Leigh. "Well it comes with the territory of being a reanimated amalgam of several small pieces of several different corpses. Sometimes I look different than other times. It depends what mood I'm in. But it's what's inside that counts, right?" Stein hoped they didn't come off as too defensive. "You don't think it's a little vain? We can't all change our bodies on a whim, you know." Leigh's laugh sounded like it should have belonged to a Disney villain. But was it the manipulative laughter of a tentacled sea witch or the cold, callous laugh of a fur loving fashionista? Either way, she had gone straight for the kill with that comment. "Well I-... I was just-..." Stein was a little taken aback. Actually, they were a lot taken aback. They literally stepped back a few paces just to keep their balance. "You were just hoping I'd stroke your ego and tell you how great you look. Wow, what big muscles you have," Her tone of voice was mocking, but when she play acted the loving girlfriend she was almost too believable. She reached out her arms and gently caressed Stein's bulging biceps. Stein could put up with a lot on a first date, but this was pretty hard to hear. They started thinking that maybe they had gone too masc after all... "So... date cancelled?" Stein guessed. Wrong. "Oh you won't get out of it that easily. You're paying for the tickets. Anyway, I need to get some good pics if I'm hoping to make Terry jealous." So it’s a revenge date? Not exactly the kind I was hoping for, Stein thought to themself, but at least the weight's off my shoulders to make it a good one. The two of them decided to see a slasher horror where the murderer had an uncanny ability to teleport between bodies of water, (mostly bathtubs, going by the posters). Stein complained that they had seen it before, but apparently that wasn't the point of a movie date anyway. The two of them sat at the back of the theatre - not so that they could canoodle or anything, but just so Leigh could take photos of the two of them without the staff noticing she had a camera. No doubt she was sending the pics to 'Terry,' whoever that was. Stein pretended to be super engrossed in the inane car and perfume adverts rather than humour whatever it was Leigh was up to. But just as the last advert finished playing and the lights were dimming, the theatre door creaked loudly open, and a familiar face walked in... It was Fritz, only he wasn't observing Stein at all. In fact he was putting a lot more effort into observing the stud muffin on the other end of his arm... To be continued... Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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Stein at the movies Pt. 1 “Getting dolled up” (drawfee character fan fiction)

A brief and whimsical fanfic in 4 parts about Jacob’s character Stein from this drawfee video When you are a reanimated corpse, cold weather doesn't bother you like it does the living. Even more so if you are a collection of smaller pieces of several corpses, lovingly sewn together by a mad scientist (aka yourself). The icy chill preserves your fleshy bits so that they don't need replacing nearly as often - though you have to be careful not to stay still for too long, or you may find yourself frozen in place... These are the sorts of thoughts that Stein wrote in their journal - a key component of any rigorous scientific experiment - especially when the experiment was the entire rest of their life. Today was not just any boring old winter's day though. It was December 21st - the winter solstice. Have you heard of the phrase “they only come out at night?” Well, on the longest night of the year, they come out in droves. On this particular winter solstice, long after the setting of the sun, Stein was looking forward to a date that very evening. It was a movie date with a vampire they had met on Growlr (a dating app for spooks and ghouls and various other ghastly fools). The vampire's name was Leigh, a 25 year old who had only been turned that Fall. So she's new to this whole monster gig, a bit like me, Stein thought to themself. They flicked through the photos of their date on the app, thinking about what they were going to wear that evening. Well, of course they were going to wear their usual get up - jet black short shorts and a skin-tight black tube top to match. The real question was which parts to wear underneath. They fingered through Leigh's profile, trying to guess whether she preferred her dates to be more masc or more femme. In the end, Stein went on the more masc side, accentuating the look with some particularly sturdy biceps, in case the movie was frightening and Leigh needed something to hold on to. Then again, what did a vampire have to be afraid of? They were starting to second guess themself already. Shaking off the nerves, they sauntered over to the measuring stick. 5'11" - nearly off the scale. Those leg extensions were doing wonders. On their desk, their phone lit up with a message notification: "Just leaving. Excited to meet you!" -Leigh Stein shot back a quick message "Same! To both! See you soon!" -Stein That's way too many exclamation points in one text, Stein thought to themself. I'm such a dork. Then, just as they were about to gracefully slip their phone into a pocket (a flesh pocket of course - there was no room for pockets in those short shorts), it buzzed again and lit up, this time with a message from Stein's research assistant, Fritz. "What's this I'm seeing about a date?" -Fritz "Excuse you. I thought I told you to stop checking my calendar! You're my research assistant, not my secretary..." -Stein "I just happened to spy the notification on your tablet. It isn't my fault if you leave these things out in the open and I happen to see them." -Fritz "Yes, well it happens all too often." -Stein "Anyway about this date - I was thinking perhaps I should follow on and make some notes and observations. For our research, of course." -Fritz "You will do no such thing." - Stein "Don't worry, I'll stay out of sight." -Fritz Fritz was a good research assistant. In fact, in terms of age he was Stein's senior by nearly a whole decade. In terms of maturity... not so much. And in terms of research acumen it wasn't as if Stein had more expertise in the subject, except on account of being the subject. Stein's youngest-ever-professorship at the University had been hard won and hard fought. It was the result of perseverance, self confidence, and a 'can do' attitude. A lack of these qualities, and motivation in general, was the only thing holding Fritz back. He was a good research assistant, but he could kiss his funding goodbye if he was going to impose on Stein's social life as well. They felt their heart begin to convulse from the anxiety of being observed and catalogued on their first date as a ‘monster,’ and applied a couple of brief electric shocks to restart it so that it settled back into a regular rhythm. Just the thought of turning up at the theatre and seeing Fritz there instead of Leigh was enough to send a shiver down their spine... It won't come to that. Stein told themself. It was just Fritz' sense of humour... Right? To be continued... Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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Lethal League pt. 2 in which a cybernetically modified crocodile takes part in unsavory activities

Latch wandered the streets in a daze. His mind was completely dizzy with thoughts and possibilities, combinations and permutations. On the one hand contemplating his brief conversation with that little human child, while on the other excited to get his fix, he made several wrong turns before finally arriving at his destination.

What is wrong with me, I am not usually this emotional.

A wave of noise washed over him as he entered the establishment. He felt at home amidst the chatter of humans, the wub-wubs of EDM, and especially the moaning of women. This was the capital's only all day strip club. They say the city never sleeps, so one smart young business man figured he could make a fine profit if only he could get cosy with the law men. Luckily for him, there had never been a dearth of corruption in this city.

Either way, Latch wasn't here for the strippers. Nor for the music. He had something else in mind. But out of the corner of his eye he noticed a regular of the clientèle at this institution, and an old friend of his - Sonata. It would be rude to interrupt the lap dance she was being given, but Latch had never cared much for formalities.

“You are still here? Are you not taking part in the tournament today?”

“I could ask the same of you, big guy!” She said everything in an upbeat bouncy tone, but she was a completely different person in the arena. Latch respected her both as a friend and as a seriously dangerous Lethal Leaguer.

“My match today's not 'til 2” she giggled a little as the lap dancer rolled a finger along her inner thigh. “That's enough Kitty! I'm trying to have a conversation here.” Nevertheless, she stuffed a twenty into the girl's scant clothing and let her eyes linger as the stripper bounced away.

“2pm? I know who you will be encountering then.” Latch replied, his mind already beginning to wander. Surely that newcomer would be wiped out in one round by someone as talented as Sonata – someone even Latch himself feared facing. Sonata decided to give it a few moments before snapping him out of his trance.

“So, aintcha gonna give me the scoop?” She winked.

“Pardon?” Latch was caught off guard. He had been imagining what it would be like to really touch a human - skin to skin. He knew that only then would he truly have assimilated into their human society.

“On my opponent!” Sonata persisted, even though it had only been a joke in the first place. By now she found Latch's reaction more amusing than her original quip.

“Oh. Yes. Well he is young. He is new on the scene I think. It looks like he uses a baseball bat.”

“Ah the energy of youth...” Sonata sighed.

“You are not that old for a human, I thought?”

“Not that old, but not that young either, anyway what are you here for?”

“I need my medication to keep my brain sharp for the match. Where is the barkeep?”

Sonata pointed to the bar. She figured that Latch must really need his drugs if he was that dopey, but also considered the possibility that he was just using it as a polite way to end the conversation. She beckoned another working girl over and waved her wallet. The girl took up the nearest pole and began to twist her lithe figure into unimaginable shapes, rubbing the pole suggestively.

The exchange between Latch and the barkeep was a short one. The man knew exactly what the crocodile was looking for, and took him to a back room, where latch handed him a wad of cash in return for a syringe full of fluorescent green liquid. The needle was reinforced so that it could penetrate even his hard scaly skin. After find a vein, he pushed it in hard, enjoying the pain. His blood began to surge with excitement as he slowly pressed down on the plunger. He pulled it out and laid back, embracing the prolonged ecstasy provided by this serum. The initial effect of the serum was to overwhelm several of his neural circuits – especially those for pleasure and reward, but over time, as the concentration fell in his blood, it helped to form new connections, keeping him a cut above the rest in terms of intellect.

There were a few side effects of course, but Latch preferred not to think about those. Instead, as his eyes rolled back into his head, he pictured that boy, smiled at that youthful energy, and began to blush. He woke up an hour later, just in time for his first match of the tournament.

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Lethal League pt. 1 in which a boy becomes a man but is still excluded from manly activities

The night before his first big game was pretty harrowing for Raptor. His bedsheets pulled tight against his sweat soaked skin as he rolled sleepless from one edge of the bed to the other. The hotel's bed was comfortable, yet foreign. Anxiety built itself up inside him, his muscles tensed and relaxed, and tensed again. He lay in the dark like this for hours, fear stirring his stomach, his heartbeat quickening. His opponents were cruel shadows, dancing on the edge of his consciousness, taunting him with ringing peals of laughter. He craved their respect, this was his chance to really make it in the world. Lethal League was the one thing he was ever really good at. And the prize money for this tournament was quite substantial. It was bound to attract the top players from the whole region. Instinctively, he grabbed hold of his bat, his grip was firm. He revelled in the feeling and drew power from it. Dawn broke and Raptor had found the energy he needed to make it through the harsh day ahead.

The stadium was much smaller than he had expected. On entering, his eyes were assaulted by a pair of women, dressed in outlandish attire, standing behind a table with some sheets of paper on it.

“Is this the sign in table?”

“Indeed it is,” the first woman said, cocking her head.

Her eyes flashed, and Raptor blushed out of shyness. He snapped himself out of it – now was not the time to be shy. His trainer had taught him to harness the power of youth. He needed to exude that boundless energy at all times.

“My name's Raptor, and I'm here to win this thing. I'll wipe the floor with the competition!” He made a cheesy wink and thumbs up motion.

The other woman gave him a sort of disapproving look, and he heard muffled laughter coming from the other side of the waiting room. The first woman spoke up again.

“There we go, you're all signed in and ready to go. Looks like your game today will be at 2pm. Until then you're free to wander around, or spectate the ongoing matches.” A rehearsed line which she gave almost mechanically, only replacing the time with the relevant hour.

Raptor turned his attention to the ones laughing. One was a tall skinny man with an oddly spherical yellow head, the other was a robot dressed like a street hoodlum. The robot made an aggressive gesture and Raptor knew he had to do something. Now. He gripped his baseball bat a little tighter and began to walk purposefully over to those two knuckle-heads. Suddenly, a giant crocodile, standing on his hind legs, stepped between them.

“Rats and Ferrets need to learn respect.”

The two looked bemused for a moment, looked at each other, and burst out laughing.

“What on earth are you talking about?” The robot could barely talk through his laughter.

The crocodile swung his huge mechanical tail menacingly. He spoke again.

“You are a dirty little street rat, and you are a skinny ferret. You are the prey and I am the predator. The result is inevitable.” The two had stopped laughing, they seemed unsure how to react. The crocodile turned round and walked towards Raptor.

“Thanks for that and all, but I can fight my own battles.” Raptor said tentatively.

“It is not like I did it for you. I had been looking for a reason to spit on those vermin.”

Raptor was in awe of this guy's pure strength. He could see muscles pushing against scaly skin. He wondered what pristine form those baggy clothes were hiding. He felt overcome by a strange sensation and almost failed to respond for a moment:

“I didn't catch your name.”

“Latch.” Latch turned to leave.

“Wait, where are you headed? My match isn't 'til 2, maybe I can tag along?”

“It is not a place for young ones. I do not mean that in a derogatory manner – they will likely not permit you to enter the premises.”

Raptor's momma had told him that people in the Capital were strange, and he guessed a sport like Lethal League must attract the oddest of oddballs. The first three contenders he had met were all so foreign to him in such different ways. But oh boy did he like it here in the city.

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