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axemetaphor · 3 years

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im definitely not ripping off my friend by making a list of au ideas i have no siree //gonna slap this under a readmore cause i. well i say a lot. all of the time. i tried so hard to format this Good but tumblr fucked me up i am so sorry

so first-off i know i already have one WIP AU (Auckland) on ao3 so i wont talk about That one cause like. spoilers. i actualyl have it like 80% created so its likely gonna truly get finished for once and i dont wanna ruin shit

the other one ive posted about is something me and ben (catgirlrepublic) have worked on together its not at all close to done or anything but it's. a fun little crossover. Between jdate and my fuckinuhm. Original characters story “Untitled Villains Project”. the sketches of the comic version ive started is actually my pinned post 👉👈 its like the first chunk of the story, i think half of part 1? yea.

Tldr john fucking Somehow is able t oget into contact with a certain curious scientist from another reality who’d just love to study the Soy Sauce, most certainly not for her own nefarious purposes

John and Dave meet up with the scientist, her name is Boss, and her lab assistant, Toxic, and after a bit of a preliminary Vibe Check where john determines her trustworthy (which Dave doesnt agree with,) the two agree to be taken to the world UVP is set in. from there they stay in Boss’s lab (big old fucking abandoned military lab). John and Toxic are fast friends due to mutual love-of-chaos. John n Dave get to fuckin, camp out on an air mattress.

The day after they arrive, the two get split up, not exactly intentionally; big plot points of UVP are liek. Fueled by Boss sending Toxic to go fetch her “research materials,” which are usually important artifacts

Fuckin side note i guess i have to explain my dumb bullshit: Boss’s, uh, field of expertise so to speak is actually fckin, basically the scientific study of magic and superpowers n shit like that. This shit’s all real in that world. Toxic’s got fuckin superpowers, so do 4 other main characters, whatever. It’s got a bit to do with spirituality, iss Boss’s hypothesis. So she has Toxic fetch important artifacts that might have “energies” to them. The thing is actually way more fuckin complictated than that, this is just Boss’s initial hypothesis.

Motherfucking anyways. So Boss gives Toxic a job to do, and John get excited about how Cool that sounds, and ends up going with Toxic, leaving Boss and Dave alone. Neither is thrilled about this. But Dave and Boss get to have a bit of conversation (while Toxic and John are off bonding and having a good time) and come to a… mutual grudging understanding of some kind. They still dont like each other though lmao

Theres gonna be deeper shit going on but we havent sorted it out yet/tbh havent like Written For It in a while but i still like thinking about it a lot lol

Also pretty sure our endgame is john and dave steal toxic and bring them back with em lmao boss is kind of not nice and toxic would most certainly be better off in Undisclosed. Actually theyd fucking love it. Theyd become a local cryptid im sure. Undisclosed’s mothman is a teleporting spike baby.

I have. Another crossover AU that i might. Post something about for halloween? Maybe? If i have it finished?

Crosses over into, you guessed it, another one of my original-character projects. God, am i vain or something?

I promise this is just because i think blue and dave should get to team up to beat up some monsters

Quick briefing on my fuckinuh. Original character story, this one doesnt have a name (yet? Idk lol my work never actually goes anywhere sso who gives a shit). It centers around two grim reapers, Red (26, bi woman) and Blue (22, aroace agender asshole). In this reality or whatever, grim reapers function kind of like low-level office workers. They get told who’s going to die + when by some middle-management types, and upper management only involve themselves when punishment needs to be doled out. These Higher-Ups can be seen as analogous to Korrok; they’re decidedly not human, never were, and fucking terrifyingly powerful. Additionally, grim reapers are sort of .. designed to be “background noise” people. In reality theyre supernatural beings and, uh, look Real Fuckin Weird (the whole deal has a neon aesthetic im terrible at drawing uwu) but most humans just perceive them like extras in a movie. A body’s there but the camera’s not focused on it.

To the narrative: the shit starts when Red n Blue get relocated to Undisclosed. Relocation is something that just happens every now and then to reapers; they usually work in teams, but they get split up into different cities to avoid any strong bonds forming (a counter-union strategy from the Higher-Ups).

Red, Blue, John and Dave end up running into each other for the first time in a McDonalds where John n Dave are getting some 4am “hey, we just survived another horrific monster fight” celebration burgers. John and Dave are the only two people who can see how… strange Red and Blue are. Nobody else notices.

John unintentionally pisses Blue off, leading to Blue whacking him upside the head with a dildo bat. They all four get kicked out of McDonald’s. Dave and Red both are less than thrilled

Blue and John end up resolving their differences, somehow. Red and Dave briefly bond over their dumbass best friends being, well, dumbasses. They all part ways amicably.

somehow-or-other (idk yet) they end up running into each other a few more times, and eventually john invites them over to his place, and the four (plus Amy now!) get to know each other a little better

while there, Blue gets a text about some guy who's gonna die and John offers to drive them to where that's gonna go down. they take him up on the offer and get to have a bit of one-on-one conversation

after that ordeal though Blue has had Enough of people and bails, leaving John to head home alone

theres a sort of mirror-development going on with the five of em. Red, John, and Amy would all like everyone to get along, though theyre a bit tentative about it (John moreso than the other two, actually, jsut cause. well Red n Blue could still be Sauce Monsters). Dave and Blue on the other hand do Not like people enough for this shit, and Dave's not unconvinced theyre Sauce Monsters. he will not trust them until proven he should

the story's kinda nebulous but i got an idea for some Shit going down that involves both Sauce Monsters and also the Higher-Ups to have some fuckin absolute chaos go down.

Oops! All Trans

Everybody is transgender. Everyone

Ive actually workshopped this one both with ben (catgirlrepublic) and ghost (ghost-wannabe) lmao its a fun lil concept ive had from the get-go cause i mean. What’s an internet tran gonna do other than hit all their favourite media with the Everyone’s Trans beam

Dave transitioned post-high school and faked his death for it. People go missing in Undisclosed all the damned time, after all. He moved to the next city over, transitioned fully, then came back as a completely new man. Yes i know this doesnt exactly fit with the “everyone knows David from high school” thing alright, hush.

Anytime anyone brings up John’s old best friend (pre-transition Dave) John throws an entire fit like an overdramatic grieving widow. Full-on sobbing “why would you bring her up?! I miss her so much—” to the point that people just stop bringing up because Jesus Christ That Sure Is Uncomfortable KJHGFDS.

This is a scheme he and Dave came up with prior to Dave leaving, though Dave hadnt exactly anticipated John putting on this much of a performance about it— but it’s stopped Dave from ever having tto hear his deadname again, so hey.

Amy transitioned sometime in middle school/early high school. Her family was super supportive and loved her a ton and most people just know her as Amy. she was super shy her whole life really so. Yeah. people just dont think to bring it up lmao also i Feel Like big jim would absolutely wallop anyone who gave her trouble of any kind

John’s nonbinary (genderfluid specifically) and not exactly Interested in transitioning ? like hes fine with how he is. mostly.

he came out to Dave in high school but hes not out to anyone else exactly. Maybe his bandmates. Probably any other trans person in Undisclosed knows, too, cause theyre safe to tell lmao. Johns mostly a “he/him out of convenience” kinda nb who’s cool with any pronouns but does prefer they/them most. Dave and Amy use they/them when the trio are alone

Also this is a totally self-indulgent caveat that i think would be great, Dave’s actually agender but because he's transmasc and transitioned when he thought there were really only two options, and being Boy at least felt less weird than being Girl, he just kind of assumed he was a dude. It’s only through a lot of (like fucking years and years hes probably in his 30s/40s when he puts 2 and 2 together on this one) talks about gender with John that he realizes he actually feels like No Gender. Masc aesthetic with none gender.

I Just Think It’d Be Neat Is All Okay

Also Amy came out to Dave about being trans early on in them seeing each other and his response was to get very nervous before blurting out “me too” and then just being too embarrassed to talk about it for the rest of the day. Hes got a lot of hangups on talking about it actually it takes years for him to get comfortable in that

by contrast when Amy comes out to John about it his response is to yell “EYYY ME TOO” and give her a big ol hug lmao

I think itd be neatt if Amy ran a like. Transfem help/advice blog on tumblr. Kind of helped-with by John who can give her transfem nb insight for certain asks. I also just think that would be neat.

Cowboy AU - i put this one last cause its got drawings to it actually. Theyll be at the bottom

Basically just. Hey you ever watched a western. I think they look neat

This is another one me n ben have come up with lol

The soy sauce and all that shit still exist, im not sure where korrok fits in yet but ill figure it out

Theres no real like solid narrative yet ? but heres the barebones of everybody’s arcs.

John

Johns an absolute troublemaker, Of Course. Hes wanted in several towns for absolutely stupid shit. Hes a loner who shows up, causes chaos, gets drunk, does some drugs, runs away if people get too mad at him

He definitely had the same kind of deal with the soy sauce as in canon— he was at some kind of party, somebody offered it, he took it cause why the fuck wouldnt he, now he can see monsters and shit

Hes kind of a mooch also. Like. dont let him stay in your barn man he’ll never fucking leave and drink all your booze.

He runs into Dave when they happen to just, cross paths in the same town. the bullshit John stirs up ends up involving Dave in a way that makes it seem like it's his fault too, and they both get run out of town

after that he just tags along after Dave. hes decided this guy's Cool he wants to stick around. Dave is pissed at first, but not enough to shoot him or anything, and eventually, John grows on him

Dave

Dave also is a loner but unlike John hes simply so fucking awkward and bad with people. He doesnt feel like he belongs anywhere so he just travels

He’s the stereotypical Lone Ranger tbh. He wanders from town to town, solving their problems, though hed deny its out of any moral obligation (it kinda is, a little bit, tbh. He does like feeling useful). He shows up, fixes things, leaves. He's kind of a legend but most people think he's hiding something dark. other people jsut know him as that guy who farted real loud in the middle of the saloon and promptly skipped town out of sheer embarrassment. you know how it goes with Dave

He ends up involved with the Soy Sauce when a snake (not Actually a snake,) bites him. The snake’s more like the wig-monsters, really. Anyway, it injects him with the soy sauce, he fucking trips balls in the middle of the desert, he can see monsters now

He runs into John and shit goes tits-up, as said, but they become traveling buddies after that. he'd never say so, but he's glad for the company, actually. it's nice. hes not used to companionship but he feels a strange kind of easiness hanging out with John....

not sure how the Monster Dave concept will like fit in to this reality but like. trust me i want it in here. I'll Figure It Out.

Amy

Amy’s been living in a town John and Dave end up passing through and she is very curious about these two new Handsome Strangers who claim to fight monsters and just kinda. Persistently tags along til they let her join for real

Her family’s all dead, unfortunately, just like in canon, and she’s been living alone for a few years before meeting John n Dave. she had nothing left in that town to stay for, she'd been fantasizing about escaping on wild adventures for a long time and this felt a little like a dream come true. (Dave still gives her a spiel about how Difficult it is, but really, her fantasies were pretty grounded-in-reality already. i jsut think thats how she is, yknow?)

Shes the first person to react to the whole “we see monsters” shit with a kind of “oh, okay. neat” kind of response lmao

John and Dave fix whatever the fuck is up with her town (maybe that’s where the Korrok shit can fit, who knows) and Amy ends up being integral to that. After, she insists they take her with them because “they need her now” and Dave just cant really say no. John too is very much "the more the merrier!" and hes actually glad to have another person along he loves people lmao

At the start she has long hair but after she joins them she chops it short with a knife for convenience

also she still is an amputee. justt. idk. it was a wagon/stagecoach accident rather than a car accident lmao. just to clarify since i hadnt mentioned it, i wouldnt rob her of her ghost hand or yknow. all of the significance to her character that Missing A Hand has. although also now im going to have to research what was used as painkillers way-back-when, but im betting shes still got, like, her pain pills, they probably had those, maybe i wouldnt have to try too hard there. old timey medicine could be WACK though,

Shitload

Yeah hes in tthis shit mostly cause i liked designing his cowboy self lmao

Hes a kid (like 16, 17, technically i think in those days that was more Young Man than Kid but whatever. Hes Young i mean.) who got possessed by the Worms out in the desert and, by his family’s perception, just went missing!

Hes also a wanderer, but he ended up at the same town john and dave met in, at that same time, and starts following them after, already aware of who/what they are.

He keeps his face covered 24/7. actually he covers a Majority of his self for reasons. kinda want him to be a slightly more horrifying Worm Entity rather than human idk,

I kinda dont have much for this boy yet sorry Shitload

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with some editing notes for me cause im doing a very specific aesthetic with this lmao. i might change some lil details/colours though ...... idk

im also kinda 🤔 about shitload's colour palette. i want things assoicated w the sauce to be black'n'red predominantly but i think his palette might mirror dave's too closely. also im working on a korrok design i jsut am too busy to draw it now

#jdate #john dies at the end #aus #erh. tthe hell do i tag this as #rambles.txt #long post #well let me know if youd wanna hear more or. or something #send an ask. or whatever #yaknow #:jazz hands:

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corvega-assembly · 3 years

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Can’t See the Future

Summary: Nora switches pods at the last minute, not that anyone was informed. Rosalie isn’t sure what the hell she’s meant to do, but finding Shaun seems like a noble goal. Right up until the weight of the end of the world comes crashing down on her. She’ll need a little more to keep her going than avenging her sister's family and running head first into a half assed goal with no plan. At least Hancock’s got her back. Rating: Mature Pairings: Hancock X sosu (FOC) Warnings (for this chapter): canon typical violence

Chapter 16: Here's my heart and you can break it

A young woman asks them to clear out a building to the north west in the morning, saying she knows some people who will move in if it’s clear. Hancock’s surprisingly cheerful this morning, only telling the lamp to get bent. But otherwise he’s jovial and chatty, telling her about the CPG as they head into what looks like an abandoned warehouse surrounded by a few storage buildings.

That it was so brutally silent in the area should have been the first massive red flag for them both. But Rosalie is distracted by watching Hancock’s walk, all swagger and confidence. It might even be sexier on him than anyone else. Hancock is distracted by explaining the nuances of settlement governance.

They enter some offices surrounding a central storage bay, and it looks empty. It's even devoid of the usual stink of the Commonwealth. As they head across the loading bay, Hancock freezes in place lets out a single ‘ Fuck ’ and grabs Rosalie’s hand and starts sprinting back the way they came. Rosalie isn’t as fast as him, she doesn’t know what has Hancock scared, but it must be bad.

They are nearly to the doors when one of the big Fuck Off Monsters is right there in front of them. Like the one Mama Murphy had told her was comin. The one she’d killed in Concord. Horns high up, arms and claws extended. Hancock barely manages to stop them both and spin them, running towards a row of shipping containers lining one of the walls. A blood chilling roar echoes in the distance followed by another close to their left. The monster can’t fit between the wall and the containers, at least not here, but it slams into the containers all the same. The metal screams and the entire stack shudders.

Rosalie is certain, as they continue to run between the wall and the containers looking for some way out, that she would have pissed herself had she had any urine in her system. It's one part fear of more of them, and one part fear because Hancock is scared. He pulls her under the metal floor of an overlook station, it's wider here but there is a door. He reaches it and tries the handle. Locked tight.

There is another roar, terribly close. Rosalie screams. Or she would have if Hancock hadn't turned and covered her mouth with one hand, the other wrapping around her waist and pulling her back against him, startling her silent. Her back flush with his chest, his breathing in her ear.

His breathing is harsh, coming in gasps that he’s doing his best to quiet. Her breathing can’t be much better. From below one of the containers a horned head sniffs, a rusted part of the container shows her just enough of its head and body that she knows without Power Armor they’re dead. She knows from experience that they are bullet sponges, and she has no minigun.

She pushes backwards, a slight bang of metal rings out as Hancock falls back against the door and a groan as her ass pushes against his crotch. She’s about to die in a horrific way, and her mind is fully in the gutter. She’d prefer his hands in her hair and a nice bed but, well.

Hair . That's all it takes for her to snake her arms up to her hair, which is pinned up in two buns today. Hancock lets out a slight breathy moan at her shifting, his fingers clench on her stomach. Her own fingers are in her hair, knocking the buns loose, she’s suddenly very glad she didn’t take Fahrenheit's advice and shave it. The right bun comes undone, hair spilling out, mostly onto Hancock’s face as he shakes his head to regain his sight.

Hancock doesn’t let go of either her mouth or stomach, which is fine because it's anchoring her, among other things. Her hands shove under Hancock’s ass so she can reach the lock behind them. His lips are against her throat and damn it . He’s doing it on purpose. They might die, and the first pin breaks. It snaps so loud in her ears that she freezes. So does Hancock, the nearest monster shifts and sniffs the air. Its snorts, ever so loud.

Rosalie idly thinks that if it's so rusted she can see through it, then it's rusted enough the monster can get to her. So her hand is back under Hancock’s ass looking for the spot to pop the lock. His fingers move down from her mouth the column of her throat, rough thumb brushing her lips. The second pin snaps. She would scream at him to stop messing around, but she’d like to live and he’s pushing his hips into her ass. Which is really nice, but it also gives her just enough room to navigate the third pin in and around the lock. The door swings open with a groan of rusted hinges and neither are ready for it, so they both fall backwards.

Hancock’s vice-like grip on her doesn’t lessen until the sound of the metal container in front of them being knocked apart echoes through the room. Then he’s rolling them both and pulling her up by her armpits. She barely manages to fully stand when the monster runs at them and slams into the door, the frame bending.

“Had to be a fuckin deathclaw party in here.” Deathclaw seems an great descriptor as it claws at them both, its body too big to reach them. They both start to back up, Hancock’s hand finding hers again and pulling on it hard.

From the left she can see another of the monsters, inside the room with them, as she spins to follow Hancock. It’s so close behind her she can feel its breath, but Hancock manages to swing them into a side entrance to the offices. “Holy fucking, shit , how many of them are there?”

“You know, some places need to be nuked again. This? This is one of those spots.” Is what he responds with, while Rosalie pulls them both into a kitchen. Hancock’s gestures for her to help and they barricade the room with a Nuka machine.

Rosalie turns to get a look around. It's a small kitchen, but there are some windows to the outside. She grabs a toaster and throws it as hard against the window as she can, its glass made fragile by time, breaking and falling. “Coulda shot it ya know?” She doesn’t dignify him with a response as she looks down out the broken window. It's a long fall. This side of the building? It’s at least a full story drop. Broken ankles are gonna be a concern, especially as she sees movement in one of the other buildings.

“Okay, you first.” She turns to Hancock and he has another one of his looks that she can’t read on his face.

“No. You can hold onto me and then drop” He’s shaking his head at her and is moving towards the window.

“One of us runs a town and needs to live. Him first.” They don’t have time to fight, if the deathclaws got into the building, they can get back out.

Hancock stares at her, unblinking, “One of us has a kid to find, I’m not gonna argue it Rosie. I’m a ghoul, fall like that could kill you, ain’t gonna hurt me.” The only person who ever called her Rosie is long dead. It makes her a little angry and then it fizzles out, she’s never been one to stay angry about anything for long. She knows nothing about ghouls and their recovery time so she’s the first one out the window, and the fall hurts. Her joints are screaming at her for the compression.

Hancock jumps after her rolling to his left, his shotgun comes up and out the second he rights himself. Then he grabs her hand again and they bolt south into the treeline.

At first it sounds like they won’t be followed, but the roaring starts back up and they don’t bother to slow down until Rosalie can’t run a single moment more and falls to the side of a dirt path and vomits.

Her legs burn, her eyes water and she hasn’t ever run so much in her entire life. Maybe even all the times combined. She tries to gasp in air but just smells her sick on the pavement and she retches. Hancock gets her up and moved over to a fallen tree to sit on after that. He sits beside her, slings an arm over her shoulder and then proceeds to get a cigarette, light it and smoke it, all with one hand as he holds onto her with the other. Her breathing eventually evens out and she gives up and leans entirely against him. It isn’t even afternoon and she’s done for the day. Week. Lifetime. He offers the cigarette, she declines, and he just pulls her tighter, arm eventually dropping to her side.

“Shoulda fuckin noticed the lack of anything living for a mile.” He sounds just as worn out as her, his voice even more rough than normal.

“So, bad place for a settlement I take it?” His heartbeat is still up in her ear, which is pressed in tight against the fluffy clothing of the other John Hancock. He chuckles and she can feel it rumble through him.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Great bit of real estate, shitty neighbors. Eat all the food at your parties, don’t even share the chems or nothin.” Hancock doesn’t bother moving for a long time. Rosalie’s too tired to bother, and Hancock is warm and comfortable under her. She should tell him off for messing with her while they were about to be killed. Or messing with her in general. But she’d like to maintain the idea that he liked her, and wasn’t just pushing her buttons. For a little while anyways. She’d rather not be played with truth be told, the crush is embarrassing enough as it is. But for the moment they just sit and enjoy being alive.

It’s dark when they return to Goodneighbor. The young woman looks both terrified and crushed by the news that the area is still unsafe. Hancock after a few Mentats says he has some ideas about that to run by KL-E-0 later with a vague hand gesture that means nothing to Rosalie.

Later Rosalie heads to the bathroom piling her leather armor in a corner, likely for Hancock to curse at in the morning. Once she's back out into Hancock's room she finds all her stuff moved from the couch to the bed, her knitted blanket included. Hancock pats the spot beside him on the bed, it's certainly much larger than the mattress they shared before. “Too tired to fight about it, you’re gonna be in Power Armor all day tomorrow, just get in here and sleep.”

So awkwardly Rosalie does, shoves the blanket under her chin and curls up on her side, Hancock doing his nightly hits of Jet beside her. She falls asleep to the slow sound of his breathing and a settler arguing with Fahrenheit about something up above.

#FFfo #FFfo4 #FFcstf #sosu_rosalie

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askthedespairkids · 7 years

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Conflicting Views Part 2

Kyoji: At what point, does someone become unforgivable? In your opinion.

Sly: I’m not sure. I think there’s a different point for everyone. Relationships play a big part in it though I believe. Different reactions are given to different people based on previous interactions.

Kyoji: Do you consider me unforgivable?

Sly: I personally believe you are forgivable. Though that’s me.

Kyoji: What about Enoshima?

Sly: This may seem quite strange but I believe Enoshima to be rather intriguing. Not only has Ms. Ikusaba convinced me to not kill her but I somewhat wish to have a conversation with her. Get a feel for her mindset. Though to answer your question as of now, yes I believe I can forgive her for all she’s done.

Kyoji: What about Maverick?

Sly: I’ve never heard anyone vouch for him. Seems to me like he’s been the way he is since he was young and has no emotional attachment to anyone besides his mother. I don’t think anyone can save him. He doesn’t have a Ms. Ikusaba or a Ms. Nevermind or a Hinata. The man won’t stop until he’s considered a god of this world.

Kyoji: Exactly.

Sly: I don’t think we’ve seen the worst from him yet.

Kyoji: No, but what we have seen is damn horrific. This is the guy who put Miaya in a wheelchair, and who’s killing off all our old classmates.

Sly: I heard. His goals go beyond Enoshima.

Kyoji: What about Fuyuhiko and Peko? Do you consider them forgivable for their actions?

Sly: I have no issue with them. Though he did threaten to kill Ryouko.

Kyoji: When did that happen?

Sly: Well he didn’t say her specifically but during the games we had to play he said he would take away someone I cared about as revenge against me. Obviously, it won’t be Ms. Ikusaba or Graves and he’s not dumb enough to go after Naegi. Koizumi maybe but with Ryouko coming back it gives him a perfect target to get at me. He’s a Yakuza. It’s how they would normally think.

Kyoji: (You’re one to talk) What about Peko?

Sly: I don’t think I’ve ever spoken to her.

Kyoji: I see. But you are aware of what they did, correct?

Sly: I’m very aware

Kyoji: What about Mondo?

Sly: I have no issues with him.

Kyoji: I don’t think anyone would disagree he should be forgiven for what happened with his brother. Unless they were very stupid.

Sly: It was an accident. Though he is an example of what holding on to a burden and not accepting a mistake can do to someone.

Kyoji: With all due respect Sly, I wish you’d have a little more tact. You talk like accepting something like this is easy.

Sly: It isn’t but it’s something that eventually has to be done or it’ll tear at you more and more until you hate yourself entirely

Kyoji: I know that from personal experience. What about Mukuro? I think she may have the highest body count out of all of us.

Sly: Ms. Ikusaba is the best friend I got.

Kyoji: So, you consider her worthy of forgiveness as well?

Sly: She’s the closest thing to myself. She’s accepted everything she’s done but she’s also trying to be a better person. Nobody has more of my respect than her. Nobody has more of my admiration than her. Of course, I forgive her. It was never a question.

Kyoji: I see.

Sly: She’s someone I’d protect with my life

Kyoji: Same here. I can tell how much she wants to protect everyone here. And with everything she’s worked to accomplish, she’s more than earned forgiveness.

Sly: She told me she never wanted to kill anyone ever again. I will protect that dream. I’ll make it so she won’t have to. I’ll make sure she’s happy.

Kyoji: I intend to do the same. Not just for her, but for everyone.

Sly: Hmph.

Kyoji: If someone dies because of your actions or inactions, you can never take it back. You’re the one who has to live with that knowledge for the rest of your life. The circumstances may differ, and that can be a deciding factor, but killing is ultimately still killing. But those who take the necessary steps to make amends for it can earn forgiveness and respect.

Sly: ……. If you say so.

Kyoji: You know, I’ve been willing to listen to your perspective on this whole thing. The least you could do is try and see things from mine.

Sly: I’m listening. I don’t know what you want me to say.

Kyoji: Based on your worldview, do you think I’m crazy?

Sly: I don’t think you’re crazy. I think you are optimistic and you want everything to be ok. I think your fine and honestly you dislike me a lot more than I “dislike” you. I just want you to realize that you can’t deem the possibility of killing as impossible.

Kyoji: Yeah? Well, I want you to know something. None of this has been naive optimism or a misguided sense that everyone can be saved. I know it may not be possible, but that’s no excuse not to try otherwise. I choose to believe there are other ways of dealing with situations that don’t involve killing.

Sly: There are. Though that doesn’t apply for every situation.

Kyoji: Maybe not. Doesn’t mean we can’t accept that as a certainty though. Things often need to be handled on a case-by-case basis. If the world really worked in solid, easy-to-recognize patterns, our jobs would be much easier. But it never has and never will, hence why we need to be open to as many solutions as possible.

Sly: Do you not believe killing to be a solution. If you do, then you must take that it’s something you may have to do.

Kyoji: I’ll never see killing as a solution. Not again. The environment you were raised in clouded your perception of what is and is not acceptable. You need to open your eyes and see the reality of the situation: not everything can or has to be resolved with killing. Oftentimes, killing can lead to even more problems.

Sly: You aren’t getting a word I’m saying. All your taking from me is kill, kill, kill. I’m not saying that. That’s nothing close to what I’m saying. You’re taking my profession and mixing it with my words. I’m saying it’s something that has to be considered in certain situations. There are many solutions to problems. Not all of them are taking a life and all solutions have their own consequences but if taking a life is the best possible solution and you refuse to take it you and the other person may not be the only people that have to deal with the consequences. In our daily lives in this world killing isn’t always a first option but it’s not something you should say is impossible. Saying something isn’t impossible solution and saying it is our only option are two different things.

Kyoji: And yet you fail to realize that killing can send the wrong people after you. It can send shock waves down the wrong path that come back to hurt you, the people you care about, or anyone caught in the crossfire. You assassinate an oppressive dictator, that doesn’t mean their country turns into a democratic utopia. It leaves a power vacuum for someone potentially worse to take over. You kill someone’s kid, then their parents might come after you for revenge. In the world today, there are so many unknowns and variables we can’t account for. You don’t seem to realize that. Furthermore, this isn’t just about a choice not to kill. It’s about the morality behind it. We call people like the despairs criminals, but how can we expect to hold ourselves to a higher moral standard if we stoop to the same tactics as them? If anything, murdering a murderer make you worse than them. It means you judged someone for a crime, then performed that crime yourself and called it justice. And where does it end from there? Why hold any standards if you’re willing to break them like that? He who fights monsters should see to it that he himself does not become a monster. But that’s the thing. I did become a monster, and I can never undo those things, no matter how hard I try. But what I can do is ensure people don’t make the same mistakes I did. And I’ll make sure they don’t make the same mistakes people like you make.

Sly: We’re fighting bears lead by a fashionista and her group of people that includes a bunch of people that were already dead and your speaking to me about morality like the sky is blue and everything is ok. The justice system is bad, everyone is the same, the standards are the same. The results of things aren’t the same as they were back then. The world has changed. Nobody cares about morals. It’s about survival. If it’s you or someone else, you can’t help anybody if you die right then and there. A monster back then isn’t the same as a monster now. The reason people are dying now aren’t the same as they were back then. This isn’t the same situation and not everyone is gonna be ok.

Kyoji: I care about morals. Mukuro cares about morals. The entire reason she refuses to kill is because she believes in morals. You say you respect her, but then you turn around and spit in her face with this kind of thinking. You’re a disgrace. I’m a doctor and a scientist. It’s my job to save lives, protect people, and help them survive. I will not lose sight of that, nor will I let you turn other people into killers. Not everyone is like you, you amoral hypocrite. Not everyone can handle killing, even if it is in the name of survival. And you can go on and on and on about how we’re the good guys and they’re the bad guys. But if you’re doing the exact same things as them, how does that make you any goddamn different? Because you say you are? People can always just say things. They can say how their motives are pure or holy or whatever. But it doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t change the fact that the line between you and the people you’re fighting is completely arbitrary. The people here are not soldiers, assassins, or anything like that. They’re refugees. They shouldn’t be molded into faceless killing machines and then told to gun down their own friends and family. Not everyone can handle that. Some people are simply more sensitive to stress and trauma than others. It’s basic genetics.

Sly: First of all, you’re completely wrong about Ms. Ikusaba. Her dream was to be solider. The thought of killing isn’t what stops her now. It’s her Sister. She doesn’t want to be like Enoshima. Enoshima made her feel like that was her only purpose in life. She’s stopped because Enoshima was wrong and she’s more than what Enoshima says she is. Don’t compare her to yourself because you aren’t the same. Nowhere close. And who is this “we” you speak of. I have never claimed to be a good guy. You know why? Cause I’m not and I never will be. Don’t get me twisted, if it weren’t for specific people and my class I wouldn’t even be here. I’m not pure. I’m not holy. And there you go again speaking as if it’s the only option. I will say it one last time. Killing is not the only option but it may be a necessary one. Not everybody needs to be a killer. But everyone must be ready to do what they may have to do. Any situation is possible. Which means things may happen in which people don’t want to or wouldn’t usually do. If somebody isn’t ready for that the consequences become greater and greater. Why do you think Kizakura asked me to teach her how to use weapons? What about Ryouko watching me train everyday so she can pick up how to fight? Or Naegi giving it her all to get stronger. They all understand that a time may come when they have to use what they know to protect the people they care about. Nobody is asking anyone to go kill hundreds and hundreds of people just because. Nobody is asking for anyone to take the lives of the ones they care about. What they are being asked to do is to be ready in case something happens and you need to take a life. Also, that isn’t a doctor’s job. There have been plenty of doctors who have experimented on people knowing they’d die. A doctor is a qualified practitioner of medicine. Nobody said the medicine had to be helpful or healing. A doctor doesn’t have to save anyone. In fact, they can condemn people to death. Just because those are the things you want to do doesn’t mean it’s your job.

Kyoji: …You know, you should be thanking me. I’m the reason you have Ryouko in your life. I’m the one who saved the only people who give a shit about you. I did everything in my power to save the students at that rotten shithole of a school when Slutko and her army of murder bears came through to kill everyone. You have no right to say this isn’t my job and I shouldn’t have to save anyone. That’s ALL I can do. That’s the only thing that will ever matter in this meaningless of mine. Helping people is the only thing that will ever matter. Don’t you dare- don’t you fucking dare- say a doctor doesn’t have to save everyone. And even then…hehe….it still wasn’t enough. Teheheheh.

Sly: Aren’t you suppose to know a bunch of history too? Saying a doctor’s job is to save everyone is a lie. Being a doctor doesn’t mean you are a good person. Slavery across the world, The Holocaust, etc. there had been plenty of certified doctors who experimented and have purposely killed their patients all across time. You make the complaint all the time that everyone just wants you for what you can do like you have more to offer and now you sit and say it’s all your good for. You want to judge me but there’s a reason you’re the only person upset right now. This conflict you feel within yourself. Then you say I should be thanking you? Ryouko died. She died in that school and when she was brought back her goal was to see me again. If we wanna play the “if it wasn’t for me game” I can say not only would she have been killed by Katayama if not for me but she would still be one of the most dangerous people, the Despairs have. She didn’t go into the game looking for you she went in there looking for me. Then even now she wouldn’t even talk to you if it wasn’t for me saying she should. I also think you should know my life extends outside of just this island and the people on it. I had people before I came to the school and if I would’ve graduated and never seen anybody again I still would’ve had people.

Kyoji: Then why don’t you just fucking kill me then? What’s stopping you?

Sly: What would be the purpose?

Kyoji: Nothing. Same as any murder. But why not do it? It’s what you do, right? So, what’s holding you back? If I came at you right now, you’d do it without hesitation. I know you would.

Sly: Well for one you’re the only person upset right now. Upset with me sure but mostly with yourself and your own past. Killing you wouldn’t benefit me, Ryouko, or anyone else. You say you won’t kill but I don’t believe it. You’ll have to. No ifs ands or buts. I have no feeling of dislike regarding you obvious I don’t like you either. You’re just there, suffering inside your own body trying to make up for something that you were tricked into doing. You aren’t threatening to me and I know you wouldn’t risk anyone’s life here if it came down to a decision. There’s no purpose in me killing you at the moment.

Kyoji: grabs Sly by the shirt collar Say that again, I dare you. Say it to my fucking face.

Sly: Am I supposed to be scared? Cause I have no issue speaking up. I don’t care about your mutations Nakamura. You are never going to be something I look at with fear. Even if you were to hit me right now it would be pointless. If I didn’t just dodge I wouldn’t be stupid, enough to kill you. You’re trying to provoke me and it isn’t gonna work that way.

Kyoji: After a few moments, he lets go of Sly’s shirt …yeah. I don’t want to be seen like that anyway. You may be right. I am upset. I do suffer from an internal conflict. And you wanna know why? Because I have fucking killed people. Not by accident, not out of anger-induced vengeance, not on a battlefield. I killed innocent people who couldn’t fight back. Because I was told to by those I considered a higher authority. I haven’t slept peacefully in almost four years. Every time I try to forget about it, something comes back around to remind me of it all. Like you. I never want anyone to feel like this. And this is what you risk doing to others. You risk turning them into me. Not everyone is cut out for this. Not everyone is gonna sleep soundly with the knowledge that will come about from killing people. That’s why I gave myself these mutations: so, I could take the place of other people on the battlefield. I don’t intend to kill, but I also don’t intend to stand idly by. Case and point, I will not sit back and let you traumatize innocent people by forcing them into these situations. You think Enoshima wouldn’t take advantage of that?

Sly: I’m not forcing. They’re being prepared to deal with situations when people like you and I aren’t there. Also, not everyone is like you. Matter of fact probably a third of the people in FF have killed before. Out of those people probably 75% of them accept what they did and have moved on. Then probably 50 percent of the people who haven’t killed have someone they would kill for with no regrets.

Kyoji: And you think that’s a good thing? We need to be better than this, Sly. We can’t succumb to base instincts like all the other psychopaths out there. We need to work together. We need to be smarter than this. Otherwise, there’s no real difference between us and the despairs.

Sly: I disagree. Actions have different meanings depending on who does them and the purpose in which they are done along with the situation that results in the doing of the action. I see it as everyone being human and realistic. Loyal to their comrades and friends. Willingness to protect those that matter to them most.

Kyoji: What’s the rest of the world gonna care? We’ll just look like two groups of assholes warring with each other. *Sigh* No matter how hard I try, I can’t understand your logic. But…I do get what you mean. I want to protect what matters to most to me.

Sly: We are at war with each other though. A huge game of chess and really right now we’re losing. The rest of the world knows the situation. They know what happens if Despairs win. The people care about the results of this war more than anything.

Kyoji: I know too. You know what, forget this. Forget I said anything. I should’ve figured you wouldn’t care about what I have to say.

Sly: Not something I was really trying to imply.

Kyoji: Sure, sure. But before I go, I have one last question to ask you.

Sly: I’m listening.

Kyoji: You told me there would be a time when I had to kill. Conversely, there could be a time where you have to save a life. But maybe you won’t have the necessary skills or knowledge to do it. In which case, what would you do then?

Sly: You mean I can’t save them no matter what?

Kyoji: Not necessarily. What I’m saying is that there may eventually come a time when the killing stops and rebuilding begins. With your skill set, will you have a place there?

Sly: I would believe so. Even when there is rebuilding there will be people that wish to destroy the process. Along with dealing with that I’m still due to take over my agency when I turn 18.

Kyoji: Fair enough

Sly: If I don’t make it though. I know everything is in capable hands.

Kyoji: …

Sly: There’s this guy back at the agency. Though I suppose he was more of a mentor. I’ve always known him as K.I.. He was the right hand man to my father and he’s taught me tons of things and not just about fighting. He may not be blood but I consider him my only family. Actually, after my father died he took over the agency. It’s supposed to be that way until I’m 18 and I can take over. We’ve built a connection with Future Foundation and Munakata. We exchange supplies, medicines, intel, etc. Though the two factions try not to intervene with each other’s plans or day to day doings. Of course, I oversee everything but K.I. is really good at being a leader, though if I were to die out here he’d probably hand everything over to someone else if she asked.

Kyoji: …must be nice.

Sly: Sigh She’s probably still really upset with me though. I made sure she didn’t know where I was after everything went down and that K.I. wouldn’t tell her. Though he did make the mistake of telling her I was alive. He chuckles If she found me she’d probably kill me for what I did and for keeping my location from her for all this time.

Kyoji: She?

Sly: Mhm. If I died a girl would take over. Is that surprising?

Kyoji: No, but you didn’t really mention her.

Sly: Try not to worry about her. What do you plan on doing when the world goes back to normal?

Kyoji: Fixing things, helping people, decontaminating the environment. Probably gonna have to assist in redrawing borders.

Sly: What place does Enoshima have in this? What will she do? Rot in jail for the rest of her life?

Kyoji: Not sure. That’s not my jurisdiction.

Sly: What would you do?

Kyoji: …. Honestly, I’m not sure. I’m a doctor, not a judge.

Sly: ……

Kyoji: What? It’s not my place to decide.

Sly: He laughs Oh nothing. I’ll accept your answer.

Kyoji: Hmm. Well, anyway, I really need to get back to the 4th branch. Got a few more organs to print.

Sly: Great. I’ve gotta go get more signatures and such for Gekkougahara anyway. Though before you leave I just want to give you something to think about. I really don’t wanna hear an answer I just want you to think. How long does self-pity and loathing have to last? When do you move on and focus on rebuilding the love you used to have for yourself. A broken man can’t fix a broken world. Mistakes are made by everyone but when does one forgive themselves for their own mistakes. Self-pity and self-hatred won’t get you anywhere you want to be. Like I said though I really need to focus on Gekkougahara’s gifts so I’ll see you later Nakamura He flashes a peace sign before walking off.

Kyoji: Yeah….see ya. (If only you knew what you were talking about, kid. The truth is that some things just can’t be forgiven. They shouldn’t be forgiven, regardless of who’s responsible for them.)

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