#And to....whoever tried to kick the bot FOR me

[artzzyb00-27]

{💙Secret Admirer💙}

Taken from your family and brought up in a place you loathed was something screwed up. Even more so when you're experimented on to explore your "potential" in their eyes. That's how it was for reader, taken from Earth with a portal and raised by the Krang in attempt to create a weapon for mass conquer and destruction was torture.

Even more so when she got to age limit of training and was sent to Earth after the attempted invasion to try again. Secretly lightly sabotaging her "families" efforts at opportunity. It became greater with the turtles appearing in her life. She found them interesting, being in the near vicinity made her feel like she wasn't abnormal due to having powers that her captors gave her.

Every time they showed up to decipher the Krang's plans, she'd leave clues blatantly out, but not so obvious for them to get suspicious. After some watching from afar, she could tell that the one baring katanas and wearing blue as his color palette was the one giving orders. Drawing interest towards him from reader.

A few instances and being at the same place at the same time without interacting turned into her rescuing his shell any chance she could. It became scary how easily he got distracted and got his ass kicked. So using the very thing that made her a villain in anyone else eyes, she started turning the tide in favor of the turtles.

At some point after continuing to aide the guys, they realized their success wasn't just luck anymore. Specifically Leo's luck. One time when fighting some Foot Soldiers, they managed to get the slip on Leo, literally, and had him falling of a building. Instead of landing hard and cracking his shell, he slowed down in the air and landed on his feet without injury. Another incident was an attempted ambush on the Foot Soldiers trying to steal supplies at the docks and they knocked Leo out getting him kidnapped.

When his brothers couldn't reach him in time, the truck with an unconscious Leo began to drive away before it was shot at the tire, causing it to flip and have Leo fly out. After returning to the lair the brothers had tried to look through nearby security cameras to find the source of the blast. No chance. Cameras were already altered as if the altercation never happened.

Which only confirmed their believes that someone was helping. How it occurred, they didn't know. Till this point they've never seen magic before, or other mutants with powers so at first they believed it to be technologically advanced assistance. Like anti-gravitational beam guns, or biotech from afar.

When Leo was almost killed by a Foot Soldier catching him off guard, stopping mid-air floating with a katana aimed for Leo's throat and sent flying the opposite direction, Raph reached his limit.

"We can't pretend like that didn't happen!"

"I know Raph, but what do you want to do? Call 'em up and say, 'Hey, thanks for saving me! Also who are you?'" Rolling his eyes and trying to walk away from the conversation. Of all people to not be complaining about the help, Leo was not expected to be the one to act like this. Typically he'd be confrontational right away if it was happening to any other of his brothers.

"Hypocrite." That made the leader freeze. With the other two siblings hold their breathes. "If it was Mikey, you'd be begging Don' to help you investigate whoever was causing this to happen. Why is it so easy for you to ignore your own safety." With a hard sigh, Leo turned around with his head up and eyes closed.

"Fine. Let's find out who this person is." After some discussing, they came up with a plan. Donnie had been developing holo-bots. Helpful for training, and in-combat fighting against enemies. Using an AI design page that he pirated(as if he was spending 30$) he was able to make the holo-bots look like foot soldiers.

After some further detail fining, they set up the "ambush" of Foot Soldiers on turtle leader. And like planned, mystery hero showed up. Or more accurately, mystery heroine. When one of the holo-bots "cut" Leo's leg and he made a convincing groan of pain, reader leapt down and activated her powers. Before blowing them up though, they dissipated back to their mini-portable computers and Leo's injury was revealed fake.

When she finally realized he was examining her with intensity, she thought he was judging her or planning on how to attack. So being reasonable, she turned to flea but ended up being surrounded by the others. At an attempt to try and keep running, Raph pinned her cloak to a metal pole with his Sai.

"Why do you always keep saving my brother? Why you so keen on keeping him safe? Who the hell even are you?" As Raph continued getting closer, reader began zoning out and have and anxiety attack. Until Mikey makes his brother back up and helps reader calm down.

"You okay there?" With a swift nod, Mikey smiled and she gave small one back.

'At least Mikey can get through to her. Better him than any of us three.' Leo thought internally.

"I'm really sorry for our brothers behavior. We don't have a lot of friends so he's really used to being abrasive like he is with us." Reader smiled and took the Sai of her cloak.

"It's alright, I understand. I'm the same way sometimes believe it or not." She said giving Raph his weapon back, receiving a quiet apology in return.

Still silent Leo continued observing her, trying to find any malice that could be hidden. But there wasn't. This girl was genuine with her actions.

"My name is Reader. I save Leo because one I know how much you need him, and two, I recognize a kind spirit when I see one. He's worthy of saving. As are all of you, but you're brother is quiet clumsy."

With embarrassment, Leo tries to ignore the smirks on his brother's faces and talk to the girl who had been saving his life.

"Thank you, I don't know what would've happened if you hadn't wanted to save me. I hope you continue to assist us in the future." With a slight nod she gave Donnie her contact information while continuing to explain.

"I came from Earth, but the Krang took me a long time ago. Experimented on me till I turned eighteen and was sent during the attempted invasion. I'm not helping them or the Foot though, I only pretend so they don't bother me. In turn I sabotage what I can and make sure I don't get caught." Admirable, cool, smart, powerful, kind-hearted. Smitten. Leo's smitten. Does he advance it? No, he'd make Raph leader first. But god, was she attractive on all his boxes.

"Hello? Are you there?" Reader asked concerned, oblivious to what was happening. Leo tried stumbling out an apology till Mikey's laughter interrupted him. Which gained him ten laps for later. "Alright, well I need to get going. Before the Foot Clan gets suspicious and all. Byyyyyyye!!"

Using her powers to fly-jump far away and continue racing through rooftops quickly, Leo just smiled at her using her purple essence to navigate her own way. Hearing a cough he turned to look at his brothers who were smirking in amusement.

"Gimme that contact Donnie. Donnie, Donnie! Give it to me!" He continued to yell chasing after his brother who was laughing(chortling) his ass off. Raph and Mikey followed after them laughing to.

After that, for a while she did keep in touch. Would hang out at night and brought pizza sometimes for them to eat but at one point she just disappeared. Obviously, it didn't make sense. Especially when trying to message her, the phone auto sent with a notice that the phone number was out of service. A couple months passed and the brother's assumed she was sent back to Dimension-X1416.(Get the reference?)

Leo was hit the hardest, especially with little to no fights during the time she was gone. The lair been more quiet and Leo couldn't handle it anymore, so he left the lair for a bit to clear his mind. Receiving looks from his family.

When on top of the Guggenheim Museum watching city lights from afar he sighed out.

"Something on your mind, turtle boy?" That voice. Turning his head in surprise, Reader stood their with an upgraded version of her old battle outfit. It was mixed with casual clothing like purple Jordans and fingerless gloves. Smiling hard Leo got up and raced over to her.

"Holy shit!" he yelled and swooped her into a hug and spun around a bit. With her laughing as well. Setting her down, he got a good look on her. She gained a few new scars but minor ones. One the went over her nose and another up her neck.

"What's with the look?"

"You were gone for months without telling us. What happened?" Shrugging she walked near the edge took a deep breathe. Leo went over to her just enough so people below wouldn't see him.

"Foot Clan moved to Japan to gain equipment for something. Since the fight was moving over, I had to leave. And I wanted to make sure they didn't grow suspicious of me being on the phone constantly, due to a certain cute mutant turtle with a blue bandana was texting me 'Good morning' messages." Getting embarrassed at her rant/scolding/flirty statement, Leo rubbed the back of his neck laughing softly.

"I mean why do you think I saved you? Yeah I wanted to help but, there's are multiple reasons why I mainly saved you compared to your brothers." Again getting more hot under his skin Leo smirked and looked up.

"Glad to know the magical sparks mutual huh?"

"Don't push it."

#bay tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2014 #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2016 #bayverse tmnt #bayverse tmnt fanfic #tmnt 2016 #tmnt #bayverse turtles #tmnt 2014 #bayverse leo #bayverse leo x reader #tmnt out of the shadows #tmnt oots #tmnt bayverse

[signanothername]

Headcanon of how the Burn’s family are as patients:

Heatwave: -10/10 horrible patient, almost the reason Blades quit. Doesn’t let you treat him, doesn’t want to go through any recovery procedures. Boulder needs to be in the room to handle him (bonus if this is part of the reason why Blades probably thought him some first aid)

Chase: 3/10 fine at first, but refuses recovery procedures too. Needs someone to keep an eye on him or he’ll be back on the field.

Boulder: 10/10 Very calm patient. Has hobbies to keep him occupied. Will go along with doctors orders

Blades: 5/10 He’ll have you believe that “doctors are horrible patients” isn’t true for the first few days. Would probably go behind whoever checked him to check himself, can be a little paranoid. He’ll enjoy time off but get restless fast.

Charlie: 9/10 He’s a good patient, but he’s a dad and has the only braincell GR had to offer so he might have to get out there even if he doesn’t want to.

Kade: 3/10 Better than Heatwave, that’s not saying much. Would be a model patient in front of doctors, would still be on the field behind them, but not do anything in the firehouse as his recovery

Dani: -5/10 Blades would probably have to lock her in his cockpit to keep her still, and let’s face it, she would find a way to escape.

Graham: 8/10 would say he’s fine, but he’s an engineer, the moment he touches a bed he’ll KO until he’s healed. Doctors find this a little concerning

Cody: 7/10 He’s a kid, a very good kid, but his a kid. Honestly tho, with his luck, high chance Murphy’s law is the real issue and not him. All the bots would 100% be fussing over him.

Bonus:

Blur: Blades called him his 13th reason. He didn’t get the reference

HT: -11/10 he’s a proud veteran and primus help Blades because not even Boulder could make him sit down for an examination.

Quickshadow: 4/10 Only a little better than Chase, she’ll wait until she has her doctors trust to make a run for it.

Salvage: 3/10 Would probably try to treat himself for curiosity only to end up needing a doctor even more than when he started

Anon I love this so much omg

Ok thoughts time >:)

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Heatwave: YAAASSSS!!! Heatwave is way to stubborn and hotheaded to let Blades treat him, he’d probably say shit like “it’s just a scratch” meanwhile he’s bleeding dhhdhd

Also omg needing Boulder in the room is so true, I feel like Boulder is definitely the only one that can actually handle Heatwave, a hothead like him needs a really calm individual to cool him down

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Chase: FUCKING CANON

That one episode when he hurts his leg and is insistent on the fact he’s ok, then later refuses stasis entirely

This entire scene man

And it’s kinda interesting to see how he finds Boulder’s help “humiliating” as if tho getting help wounds his pride, not to mention, how his refusal is related to his self worth and his fear of being “useless”, he later on tells Charlie “i feel as if I have let you down” like awww nooooo you haven’t!!! Why would he even think that is beyond me

That’s where my workaholic Chase headcanon originated from tho

working seems to keep his mind at ease

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Boulder: hell yaaaa! Boulder is honestly the kindst soul you could meet, he tries his best to make everything easier for everyone, and that makes me believe that even if he were to need some sort of treatment he doesn’t like, or is uncomfortable with? You wouldn’t even know he’s uncomfortable with it from how committed he is and how he never causes any trouble

I think Blades would definitely catch wind of Boulder not speaking up when he uncomfortable and would definitely talk to him about it, assure him it’s ok to speak up and that they can find middle ground, a compromise of sorts if you will

Blades and Boulder would definitely have an amazing doctor and patient rapport :D

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Blades: YOU GOT IT SO RIGHT!! Blades understands the need to be a good patient and I’d imagine he tries his best to be one, but then anxiety kicks in full force and abandonment issues make themselves known

Blades always seems paranoid over the idea of being replaced, and becoming outta commission would get him to think he’s replaceable, and he definitely doesn’t want any backlash so he’d absolutely go behind the team’s back and try to make it seem like he’s ok when he isn’t

I feel like his family would absolutely notice and realize it eventually tho, and man he’d be hearing a full lecture, especially from Heatwave (ironically) and Dani

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Charlie: wheeze no fr tho

Charlie needs to be there or things would go downhill real fast, Heatwave and Chase can be good stand ins when needed, but depending on when it’s happening, they either can’t actually lead cause they have to act like lifeless machines or even after revealing their truth, Heatwave’s braincell goes bye bye cause of his anger and Chase takes things way too literally and it could end in disaster

Kade is good to an extent but I really don’t think he can keep things running smoothly for long

We literally get an episode in which Charlie gets sick and basically stays in bed and the next thing you know is Evan and Miles mischief, Cody ages up and Kade age regresses, chaos at its finest

So god forbid Charlie actually retires one day hchvvhhv

I feel like Charlie understands actually resting would be better than pretending everything is fine, cause the sooner he rests the sooner he recovers

So yeah Charlie is definitely the type of patient to actually rest but would definitely get back on the field before he recovered completely, he at least has an actual good reason hcvhvhvj

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Kade: oh my god yesssss

Kade is only slightly better cause he generally doesn’t resist treatment, recovery wise tho? Yeah this man isn’t resting at all

And he would absolutely take advantage of his recovery to escape chores or something like that, probably give Charlie the damsel in distress act

Charlie is wise to his lil acts tho

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Dani: no literally THIS

You’d think as an EMT she’d actually understand the importance of taking care of herself but nah she’s a lost cause

Dani is a bit hyperactive and she’s pretty productive, sitting down doing nothing is not on her schedule and there’s no room for it, so i feel like the family dreads when she’s sick or injured cause now they have to look out for her

And she always manages to slip away

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Graham: he definitely is like Boulder in hiw calm and cooperative he is, so I can absolutely see he’s no concern when it comes to recovery

And omg the idea of him KO’ed is so in character it’s so funny, this absolutely happens

I can imagine Charlie feeling a bit of fear of if tho cause dad instincts kick in whenever his kids are sick/hurt

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Cody: no like this is spot on cucuchch

Especially the Murphy’s law part, poor Cody can’t catch a break, and I honestly find it hilarious how Blades specifically notices and points it out, only for Chase to say he fucking cataloged it

The poor kid is jinxed

Cody does try his best to be a good patient, but as you said, he’s just a kid in the end, meaning he’s hyperactive and can get bored easily, would definitely eventually try to do something for fun

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Blurr: wheeze

Ok but fr, i’d even say he’s as bad, if not worse than Heatwave, he’d probably be like “relaaax doc” as Blades is literally begging him to sit still at this point

Blurr is very impatient, and Blades himself isn’t the most patient bot, so combining both their impatience just ends in disaster

I feel like Blades ends up asking Heatwave to be with him to get Blurr in order, which works most of the time actually, other times it just ends in Heatwave breaking something hcchch

Heatwave needs Boulder to keep him still, Blurr needs Heatwave to keep him still chchchhc

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Hightide: literallyyyyyyyy

Hightide is a very old bot who’s seen worse so he’d always downplay his need for medical assistance, “it’s just a scratch” as he bleeds 2.0

I feel like the only way to get Hightide to sit still is either to get OP or to have Servo sit on his lap, he maybe a restless veteran, but he’s also a proud dad to Servo and he’d never dare shoo Servo away to simply stand

It probably took forever for Blades to discover that solution tho chvjvj

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Quickshadow: too sassy, thinks she’s too good for a rest yet really fucking smart

She absolutely would be strategic in her quest to not have to rest, and she always manges to outsmart everybody, Blades fears her and her big brain

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Salvage: YAAASSS! Salvage is too curious for his own good at times, and getting hurt? Yeah he’d go for treating himself not only outta curiosity, but he probably also thinks it’s not that much of a big deal

Tho i’d say the positive thing about Salvage is the fact he actually learns from any mistakes he makes, so he’d definitely go for Blades the next time he’s hurt, doesn’t mean his curiosity doesn’t win him over sometimes

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Ok that was pretty fun, love these asks man keep them coming >:D❤️❤️❤️🌷✨

#anothers ask #ano saves asks

[reindeer-writer]

A Way Out

Chapter 1 draft

Just a quick note: I probably won't be uploading too many drafts to this account, this is mainly just to get something out so people won't auto-block me for looking like a bot, the other reason i'm uploading this is because i've been on something of a writing hiatus and this is just a way for me to get some feedback on this fic before I really kick it off

Ok, thx, have fun reading :3

The cold air.....

The hard ground.....

The unfamiliar sounds.....

They all came together to pull you back into reality.

The cold harsh reality that you had been dreading your return to ever since you fell asleep.

.....but why were you dreading it?

What had you so tense about coming back?

Why were you so scared.....?

.....

You open your eyes slowly as you come to, you've definitely had worse nights, but this one wasn't anything to scoff at.

"Ugh..... my head is throbbing" you mutter as you slowly get up, pieces of dirt and dust falling off of you as you regained your senses.

God, your entire body was aching, it was as if you'd just done the most intense exercise of your life for a solid hour with not a single second of rest.

".....Wh-?!" You gasp, finally taking in your surroundings.

"Where am I?!"

You looked around at the cave like area you found yourself in, it was dark, damp and dreary to say the least...

".....How did I get here?" You question, thinking back to what events led to this unfortunate scenario.

".....W-wait"

You think back to what events led to this unfortunate scenario.

".....Did I-?"

You think back to what events led to this unfortunate scenario.

".....How did I get here?

You brushed the gunk off of your body and tried to remember what had transpired before your awakening.

"I-..... I can't remember."

You say, admitting defeat.

".....OK, this is really weird." You say, trying to think this through.

".....Was I kidnapped?"

You pondered the thought, surely that had to be it, right?

People don't just randomly wake up inside of weird grimey caves.

You must have been kidnapped, that's the only possible explanation.

"Doesn't look like whoever kidnapped me is around though..... that's good!" You say, optimism always being your strong suit.

"If they aren't around then there's probably a good chance I can get outta here!"

You smiled to yourself, hope shining brightly within you.

"Oh, that's right! I should check what I have on me right now!"

You quickly go through your pockets, fishing out an inhaler, a notepad and a pen.

"Hmm, not much of use..... I guess I could use this notepad to keep track of any relevant information though!"

You tucked everything back into your pants and took a deep breath, psyching yourself up.

"I've got this! It shouldn't take too long to get out of here!" You say enthusiastically, giving a small pump in the air with both of your hands.

"Now, let's go find that exit!"

And you're off.....

.....

.....

Good luck.....

#not fine fic fic #afton au fic fic #Draft #reindeer writes #a way out afton fic

[therandosfandos]

@euforimorily @frenderbender09

Horror imagery warning!

Eyes flickering on like tvs, a groan escaped him. Why did his voice box feel dry? He drank enough today, didn't he? Yeah, he was at a good fuel level. He tries to hold his head to balance himself but finds he can't move his arms. That's when survival instinct kicked in.

He immediately starts thrashing, too focused on escaping to see his surroundings clearly.

"HELP! SOMEONE, HELP! I SWEAR TO GOD, GET ME OUTTA HERE BEFORE I FREAKING KILL WHOEVER DID THIS TO ME!!!", threats were made but no response came. It was so dark in here. So dark. The only source of light being his glowing yellow optics. He felt artificial tears streaming down his metal cheeks. His hands clenched and unclenched. He's been doing that a lot, hasn't he? The anger was rising deep within him. A lot of anger. Rage. Now his voice turned more dark, sinister, like it could cut the air open with a thousand piercing needles stuck on one knife. Even more than Roberto could ever do.

"L̵̛̯͕̝̠͉̎͐̀̑E̴͍̳̗̲̞̐̾͊͘͝Ț̷̡̳̞̹̄̽͋͛̽ ̸̦̬͉̺̼͊́̈́͝͠M̵̧̖̯̱̼͑̏̒̓̕Ȩ̵̧̞͍̞̀̐̍̾͝ ̸̨̛͚̜̝̹̐̌̀̅Ő̸̢̢̰͍͇́͆̕͠Ų̵̝̬̹̜̅̋͛̕͝T̶̞͚̬͔̩̀͑̀̑̅ ̴̰̥͔̟͍̐̈͋͗̈Ó̸̧̻̬͔͉̿̋̃͝F̷̜̤̻̝̬͆̌̏̈́͑ ̴̟̬̩̻͍́́̊̋̚H̶̢̟̭̼̍́̾̈́͝ͅȨ̷̗͇̝̞̏̌̀́͆R̴̢̹͔̤͂̔̀͗̕ͅE̶̛͉͈̠̼̘͑̂̀̿!!!!!"

Silence now. He gasps. When was his voice able to do that. That isn't right. He tries to relax his mechanical mind. Maybe this was all a funny prank pulled on him by the crew or his other robot buddies. Or maybe the Robot Mafia needs money again perhaps. Yeah, that's what this was, right? Wasn't it?

"Hahaha...", he forces a laugh, "alright guys, very funny! You can let me out now!"

No answer came. Bender felt his breathing labor. His hands balled again. He whimpers. "Guys! Funny joke! Y-you can release me! You meatbags are so hilarious!"

Split, eery silence again. Bender hiccups. This can't be happening. Not again. Please, not again! He struggles to break whatever restraints held him down. They just wouldn't budge. No matter what he's held there. He wants to curl up on himself. Wait a second. His head felt lighter than it was supposed to be. He quickly zooms in his eyes and looks them upwards. He felt like he was gonna throw up.

Where is his antenna?

***

"shh, Bender... you're safe now", Fry hushes to his little robot lover who was curled up in the humans jacket, nuzzling into the red cloth for warmth.

Bender can't help but fight the tears in his optics that wouldn't stop flowing, "I just- I could have beat him. I could have escaped on my own, but-", he sobs again, "I'm a stupid dumb coward, all I had to do was throw some punches, some little hits on him..haha...", he laughs before breaking into sobs once more.

Fry frowns lightly, cuddling Bender up to his chest, "hey, hey... Waffle, you couldn't do anything, he turned your bending abilities and physical strength completely off..you weren't able to get out either way, baby...", he kisses the egotistical bots head who just sniffled more. "I just-...wish I was able to get out sooner than I have, if- if it weren't for me, I wouldn't be so-...", a hitch, "so broken"

It's like Fry's heart shattered into a million tiny pieces now. "Oh, Bender, buddy...", he heaves and hugs the robot tightly. A protective but gentle hug as to not hurt the bending unit.

"You're not broken, just damaged..."

"That damage can be fixed..."

***

Bender hiccups. He was pathetic. Weak. Stupid. All of the above. He was such a dumb unit. Not again! Please not again! He can't do this again! The robot Mafia shooting him would be better than this! And his...his antenna, it has been completely removed, there's a welded hole in his head where it should be. He didnt look right without it. He felt like he was gonna hyperventilate, even if he wasn't physically capable of doing so.

"F̴̧̝̪̯̭̓̇̂̎̾r̴̦̣̘͕͇̈́̽̏͛̊y̶̯̱̻̘̭̍̇̅̉͘..."

His voice box was glitching again. Was it faulty, maybe some sort of virus got to it? He trembles at the endless possibilities. He wanted to sound normal. He wanted to be normal. Well as normal as he could get before everything happened. He hates that this all happened to him. That he let it happen to him. All cause he followed some dumb guy.

Images haunt his vision. Bad images of that guy on the floor, just staring at him with no eyes. Bleeding, gaping, wide holes. All the- all the blood. All that gushing blood that still spilled like a waterfall. Humans have that much in them!? It was hard to guess the amount anyways. He feels sick again. But his former villain kept appearing in his mind, like he was trying to keep him in that situation of terror and torment. Tears rolled down more onto the floor beneath Bender's chained footcups. All the bones exposed and torn out of the man's body, like a million needles had just emerged from his skin.

He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to be. He doesn't wanna be here. He doesn't wanna be here.

When he was rescued, Fry said he was only damaged but it could be repaired. It led Bender into a false sense of security, of safety that he hadn't felt in years because he depended on himself and himself alone.

Now Bender didn't even know if it could be anymore.

#futurama #bender #fry #frender #the bent ownership #the bent downfall

[dorenarox]

Hello darkness my old friend...

I've come to talk to you, again...

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH

#This is funny to me #Don't worry guys - for once - they actually DIDN'T kick me! #THAT WAS SO NICE AND THOUGHTFUL OF THEM!!! #....Also special thanks to Mark - who alerted me to the second bot in a row stealing my name #And to....whoever tried to kick the bot FOR me #AND TO THE TEAM FOR LISTENING TO ME - OH MY GOD!!! #Everyone on that team is now my friend. Even though i have no clue who they even were! And will likely never see them again! :3

[fandom-go-round]

hey there! could we get that classic summer cliche, the infamous popsicle? 😂 blue raspberry happens to be my favorite flavor, so i think the Prime universe will do well for this;

maybe June or Reader brought popsicles on base for the kids to cool off, but those things get drippy real fast in the Jasper heat so they’re pretty likely to make a mess of whoever has one. can we get some flustered reactions (from any of your favorite bots) to their human S/O lappin up a blue one? i’m always a sucker for suggestive summer

I’m not saying that I love the grumpy medic, all I’m saying is that he’s a cutie and I would pinch his cheeks if I could. AKA everyone wants me to pick my own bots and it’s just the same bots over and over LOL

Warnings: Sexual Situations, Implied Sexual Content, Bots Getting Flustered, Robot x Human Relationship

Optimus Prime:

Optimus is enjoying how excited the kids get at the prospect of popsicles. It reminds him of when Cybertron had more than just basic energon and there were treats to go around. He knows that Nevada is hot but he assumed the base was cool enough that they wouldn’t melt immediately.

He should be offering to grab napkins but the words die in his vocalizer as the blue drips down your throat. You’re making muffled sounds of protest so you try to prevent the spill from getting worse but it’s no use. It’s all over your hands, clothing and face.

Optimus tries to be respectful. He sees humans as complex beings with just as much autonomy as his kind. None of his thoughts are respectful as your tongue darts out (dyed bright blue) to lick the trail curling down your wrist. It doesn’t stop the thought that you would look good covered in his transfluid and if you would lick it up as eagerly as you did the popsicle.

His fans kick on but no one hears because the kids are shrieking and Ratchet is scolding everyone to clean up. He quickly excuses himself to grab something to clean up the mess, needing to leave the room as quickly as possible. He pointedly ignores the look at June gives him, the nurse smirking as Optimus tries his best to push the dirty thoughts out of his head.

Ratchet:

Ratchet has been trying all summer to get the kids to increase their water intake. No one is going to be dehydrated on his watch and it takes a little while for June to convince him to let them bring in sweets. As much as he grumbles about it, he’s more than willing to see the kids happy. It’s the sugar rush that he’s less excited about.

He warns them that the popsicles will make a mess but is promptly ignored. He’s grumbling as he turns back to the computers, seeing you struggle out of the corner of his optics. You’re enjoying your treat but it’s getting out of hand, moving down your hand and throat. Ratchet isn’t surprised to admit that he finds you attractive and the way that you respond to his flirting tells him that you’re interested too.

Ratchet doesn’t feel ashamed that he’s enjoying your struggling. You swear lightly as it breaks in half, catching it before it falls to the ground and just getting blue everywhere. Your lips and tongue are stained and Ratchet smirks as you start whimpering and dripping on the floor.

You must have heard him because you turn to face him, tongue ticking out of your mouth to lick the blue going down your wrist. Ratchet just raises an optic ridge, making a point of looking between your mouth and the rest of you. He senses when your heartbeat speeds up, quickly looking away and going to grab some napkins. He feels more than sees Arcee glare a look into the back of his helm. He’s going to have to follow up with you later then, preferably when the kids are gone and the two of you are alone.

Bulkhead:

Miko had been complaining all day about the heat and Bulk had to agree, it was getting to be a pain. He had been letting her hang out in his cab and blast the AC, perking up when June and you showed up. The nurse was quick to distribute popsicles to the kids, Bulk transforming to greet you. You gave a smile and asked about his day, both of you keeping half an eye on the kids.

He always enjoyed chatting with you; you were kind and always willing to talk to him. You never made him feel stupid and it was refreshing to have conversations with someone besides the other bots. Bulkhead loved his crew but they fell into old habits. It was refreshing to talk to someone new. And you were cute and smart and – ok maybe he had a crush. Maybe he had a big crush.

June interrupts your talk to hand you a popsicle and gives Bulkhead a wink before going to grab her own. Ok maybe he has a huge, giant, obvious crush but it’s fine because you haven’t noticed and he’d never ever tell you and Primus you’re making a mess everywhere. Bulk is frozen as you start struggling in front of him, treat already half melted and all over your hands. You’re a good sport about it, laughing and joking as you try to prevent dripping everywhere.

Please call back later, Bulkhead is not available at the moment. His processor has shorted out and he can’t look away from your face and hands. He’s not a completely obvious mech and this is too much for him. He should be able to pull himself together but he’s never going to be able to get this imagine out of his head. It takes Bee shaking his arm to bring him back to the room where everyone is staring at him and he’s immediately embarrassed. He makes a hasty retreat, Ratchet laughing to himself and Arcee smirking. June looks proud of herself and you’re just confused, asking if he’s ok. Bulk isn’t going to be able to talk to you for a week.

Ultra Magnus:

Magnus blames Ratchet for his impure thoughts. He had just finished getting the ‘Human Sexuality 101’ lecture from the doctor, something he didn’t think was completely necessary. There was no way they were going to stay long enough on Earth to have those kinds of relations, even if Ratchet gave him a knowing look.

He respects you. You’re a valuable part of the team and you add a level head that’s needed with the kids around. You don’t find it awkward to talk to him and go out of your way to make him feel welcomed. Ultra Magnus might find you… aesthetically pleasing as well but that’s only because he’s been learning about human art and culture.

He has nothing to excuse his thoughts now. He had tried to corral the kids into one spot to minimize the mess but it hadn’t worked. He’s in the middle to grabbing something to clean up with when he turns to see you struggling. Magnus feels like his processor is having issues rebooting. You’re trying to lick the popsicle as quickly as possible and then you wrap your lips around the bottom and suck. The sound makes him flinch and his fans turn on with a loud clang.

Now he’s a big mech. He’s an old mech. Magnus has, contrary to most bots beliefs, been in relationships and knows how to identify his own attraction. It’s been a long time since he’s felt these things and it’s a mix of exciting and terrifying. His ignores the confused voices behind him as he turns smartly on his heels and leaves the room. No one sees him for the rest of the day but it’s better that way; he needs to think about this and now.

#transformers imagine #maccadam #optimus prime x reader #ratchet x reader #bulkhead x reader #ultra magnus x reader #tf optimus prime #optimus prime #ratchet imagine #tf ratchet #ratchet #optimus prime imagine #bulkhead imagine #tf bulkhead #bulkhead #ultra magnus imagine #tf ultra magnus #ultra magnus #transformer x reader #transformers headcanon #transformers prime

[finding-x-haven]

𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚 — self aware idv au

a/n: i woke up at 5:30 am to give y’all a self-aware yandere idv au. i’ve seen it for genshin and even twisted wonderland, but not really idv (let alone for milgram)??? anyway have reader being fucking creeped out writing this during morning rank <3 brain rot is strong today. i adore eli, but he ended up being the main perpetrator of being absolutely terrifying im sorry. anyway might do a part 2 if it's well liked enough!!

rating: sfw

reader: gender neutral, no pronouns used

trigger and content warnings: yandere, not beta read, unhealthy + toxic behaviours/relationships, mentions of nausea/food, anxiety, eli is super scary in a self aware au im sorry, self aware characters, implied stalking (sort of?)

you first noticed it during a practice bot match. you hadn’t been lucky enough to pull the “little girl” from her essence, so you ended up grinding for clues and fragments- thanks, poor impulse control- and wanting to test her out. after a couple hours, the character and her b-tier were yours. in the practice match, the server bot lineup was simple- seer, coord, and merc. you didn’t know what the hunter bot was, not yet. you hoped it was a hell ember, if only for the fact that hell ember bots felt easier to kite than others. the map ended up being the asylum, which was… good and bad. at least you were navigating it as a survivor and not a hunter.

you end up teleporting to merc first, in the game, and sync with him. he had the biggest decoding debuff, and any rescuer could use her buffs the little girl gave. while you waited for calibrations to pop up, you were spraying graffiti. there wasn’t much else to do, so you were just messing around at this point. what gave you an unsettled feeling in your stomach was that the merc bot… sprayed back.

surely your eyes- they had to be playing tricks on you, right? you blinked for a second, and then the deduction star merc graffiti was gone. you didn’t even notice you had been holding your breath until you exhaled with relief- and missed a calibration. you winced and mumbled an apology to the bot, decided to just swivel the camera angle and focus on your surroundings.

the rest of the match went pretty smoothly- until detention kicked in, that is. merc ended up knocked down, and you thought you were done for. that is, if it weren’t for the eli bot’s perfectly timed owl. it made you swallow nervously. you’d stopped playing for a while, with your phone out of commission, but it had been less than a week. last you checked, seer bots seldom owled after the first kite- let alone well. it just.. made you feel unwell.

everyone managed to get out fine, though. you sighed in relief, seeing that you had gotten a message after the practice round.

Eli||Clark.: Good morning. How are you?

[username]: uhh [username]: hi [username]: im ok ig [username]: sorry if this is rude, but who are you?

Eli||Clark: I’m hurt, [name].

okay, that made you want to upchuck whatever was in your stomach- water, coffee, and a bagel- and turn off the game.

[username]: not funny, whoever you are. bye.

and with that, you tried to block whoever this.. weird eli main was. no one you knew in real life played idv, let alone maining eli while they were at it. you found it easier said than done, however. since the block button was gone, evidently. that only made your growing unease (and nausea) worse. you were starting to shake a little bit, and you decided it was enough idv for the day.

you couldn’t close it. you couldn’t close it, and at this point whatever little was left of your rationality was lost by the fact that you couldn’t close it, hot tears welling in your eyes as you saw yet another message pop on the screen.

Eli||Clark: Stop avoiding me, please. All I want to do is talk.

outside the complete and utter dread and horror consuming your brain, you managed one small, bitter thought. bullshit.

#yandere writer #yandere imagines #yandere blog #yandere idv #yandere identity v #yandere seer idv #self aware au #self aware idv #yandere self aware au #yandere male #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #gender neutral reader #not an ask #haven writes

[raphael-simp]

Two Years Ago - Raph x Reader

You never liked talking much.

Never really knew why, you just didn't. Of course, you would still carry a conversation to be polite, but the answers were short and spoken barely above a whisper. There were many times where you tried to change this about yourself, but the attempt didn't last for more than five minutes before you shrunk back into yourself again.

Then how the hell were you friends with four, loud and rowdy mutant teenage boys?

You didn't even know the answer to that one.

And to be honest, the memory of how you met the four of them was still slightly hazy. Of course, Donnie told you what had happened to you, but you personally didn't believe it. Why would robot alien beings want to kidnap a random girl walking home from her night shift? It still didn't make sense to you, nearly two whole years after it happened.

You were fourteen going on fifteen when you first met the four.

You worked at the convenience store not even two blocks from your apartment building, and you had switched shifts with your co-worker Abbigail so she could attend a funeral, which meant you now had the night shift.

It wasn't that big of a deal to you; she asked, you agreed, nothing more was said on the matter.

You texted your parents to inform them of the shift change and told them not to wait up for you, which they obviously denied much to your annoyance.

The shift ended at ten o'clock, but you still needed to do till and make sure the money count on the register matched with what you'd counted. That process alone took you about half an hour, so you really didn't leave until ten thirty. You made sure you switched off all the lights and locked all the entrances before you put the store keys in your jacket pocket and began your short walk home.

It was nearing winter, so the weather was beginning to turn cold, and you weren't exactly the best at dealing with temperature drops. You stood tensed as you speed walked towards your apartment building, wanting to get out of the darkness as fast as you could. There was one building near the end of the street that you almost always completely ran past; a run down looking, white parking garage with the paint peeling and chipping everywhere. It creeped you the hell out, mostly because there were always these two guys that stood at the old entrance, their stare boring into your back as you'd run past. Every day you expected them to run after you or shoot at you, but they never did anything.

Until tonight.

When you looked you didn't see them anywhere, and although you thought it would soothe you, it just made you more anxious.

'Where are they...?' You thought to yourself, nervously glancing around, trying to find the two.

Let's just say you didn't have too look far.

A large white van came screeching around the corner, running over the curb and nearly into you before it lurched to a halt. The back doors flew open and three identical looking men filed out and made their way towards you. In fact, they looked like the men that would always watch you at the entrance to the parking garage...

You literally froze. You didn't scream, move or look away until one picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. After that, you screamed absolute bloody murder, praying you'd get the attention of someone- anyone -that could do something to help you. Thankfully, help came rather quickly, just not in the way you thought.

You fought as hard as you could to at least get the man to slightly falter his grip around you; you punched, kicked, pounded- you even bit him, but it hurt you more than him.

You flailed like a fish out of water and kept screaming, even louder if possible as you got carried closer and closer to the back of the van.

Your voice was cut off when you landed harshly on the ground, trying to use your hands to catch yourself but only hurting yourself even more. You were a shaking mess, trying so hard not to cry but suspectingly failing, bursting into tears and sitting down properly, hugging your knees tightly to your chest as you cried into them. You were absolutely terrified out of your skull.

When someone tried to touch you, you screamed again, though it came out more as a strangled cry than anything else. You'd hurt your throat badly from all of your screaming and had no doubt lost your voice because of so.

"Well we can't just leave her crying in the streets, dudes. We gotta do something!"

You heard hushed voices talking a bit in front of you, but didn't bother to look up or fight. You wouldn't do that unless they actually did something, and that was what you were waiting for.

You cried to yourself, waiting to either calm down or for whoever was in front of you to do... whatever.

But they never did anything, they were quiet for the forty five minutes you were crying and calming yourself down.

"You're gonna be okay, alright?"

You slightly looked up from your knees, and honestly at this point, four giant turtles standing in front of you didn't phase you right now.

One of them was kneeling in front of you, it was wearing a tattered red mask and looking directly at you, with electrifying green eyes.

It looked up at one of the others, but you didn't bother to follow his gaze, your eyes were too tired.

"Don, do you need t' look at 'er?"

"I don't see anything major wrong with her, I think it's just shock right now... to be safe I wanna take a look at her, if she'll let us of course."

It looked back at you, the one with the red mask, and you did your best to keep your eyes open and listen to what he had to say. You were just so tired...

"My brother wants t' take a look at 'cha t' make sure ya weren't hurt too bad durin' that whole thing, okay? You alright with that?"

You barely nodded your head and lied it on your knees, involuntarily passing out.

When you woke up after that, you started freaking out and tried to scream, but found you barely had a voice. You were achy and sore all over and you could barely remember why.

Of course, you properly freaked out when you saw the four turtle figures again, but the ones in red and purple- who were the only ones in the room with you at the time- explained everything that had happened.

Donnie had picked up radio chatter that the Kraang were going to abduct another test patient that night, and the turtles rushed to the location that was shared, and ended up there just in time to help you and destroy the Kraang bots.

You hadn't been too badly hurt; bruised arms and shins from pounding on the metal robots, scraped hands, scraped knees, and a possible emotional blackout, to explain why you didn't remember what had happened to you.

You merely nodded along, trying not to stare too much at the two creatures in front of you, who introduced themselves as Raphael and Donatello.

"(Y-Y/N)...." you stuttered out, thinking that they at least deserved to know your name, after all they've done. Your voice was barely above a whisper, so the boys had to listen carefully to hear your name.

Raph and Donnie smiled, glad to hear that you at least trusted them to that extent.

You asked what time it was, and nearly flipped shit when Donatello told you it was almost 1:30 in the morning. Your parents were going to absolutely lose their minds on you! You scrambled to stand up and nearly fell over, thankful that Raphael had caught you.

"I-I need to get h-home." You breathed out, avoiding eye contact and trying to hide your face behind your (H/C) hair, to hide the fact you were red. Why you were red-faced?

You had no clue.

"I'll take ya. There ain't no way in hell you're goin' alone after this." Raphael stated, standing you back up on your own two feet. You would've fought him on it, had you not have agreed with him. If those Kraang guys still wanted you...

you didn't want to be left alone again. So you just nodded and let him walk you out. You didn't see the other two brothers while you walked out, so you assumed they were somewhere else.

Raphael led you around the systems of the sewer and helped you out of the manhole cover, and once out you took a deep breath of fresh air and closed your eyes in an attempt to clear your thoughts.

"I know you've had a rough night doll face, but we should probably get going."

Your eyes snapped open and you felt your face go warm, and instinct brought you to hide your face with your hair and jacket sleeve. You avoided his gaze and just nodded, speed walking to the sidewalk until you realized:

You had no idea where you were.

"Wh-where are we...?" You wheezed out, slightly turning to face Raphael.

"Just a couple blocks from where we found ya. We gotta take the roofs though... can't really walk out in th' street lookin' like I do."

You nearly asked why until it hit you like a brick. Again, you just nodded and climbed up the fire escape after him. You took notice how some of the roofs were pretty far apart, and hoped to God he didn't expect you to jump over them. Thankfully he didn't, and tried to stick to a route that involved just taking a step across. But for those that involved jumping, he just lifted you onto his shell and jumped across before setting you back down again.

Each time he did so he'd ask if you were okay, and you nodded in response hiding your face. And each time, he'd smile and mutter a small "cute," under his breath, which he didn't know you heard.

Once he brought you to where he and his brothers had found you, he told you to lead the way to your apartment, and you pointed him in the right direction. "So," he started, "Kinda wish we coulda met under better circumstances, (Y/N)."

You nodded in response, keeping your gaze down and stepping over a wooden plank. How the hell'd that get there?

"...You're shy, aren't cha?" Raphael asked, and again you nodded. Not only that, it hurt to talk, but he assumed correctly. He chuckled and lightly nudged your shoulder with his.

"Ya don't gotta be 'round me, I don't bite... much."

You looked up at him with both confusion and shock written all over your face, and it just made him laugh.

"Relax (Y/N), I'm kidding... just a little though."

You rolled your eyes, and yet you couldn't help the small smile that danced across your face.

The both of you walked Ina comfortable silence until you saw your apartment building across the street and elbowed Raphael's arm, pointing to it.

"This is my stop." You whispered, not daring to bring your voice above that. He nodded and hoisted you onto his shell, having to go around the roof tops to avoid going down to the streets. He set you down on your apartment roof, once again asking if you were okay.

"I'm fine, Raphael." You responded, pushing your hair behind your ear. He smiled at you and slightly tilted his head.

"Call me Raph, doll face."

You bit the inside of your lip and looked down, nodding your head. You didn't want him to see your warm and red face, it was extremely embarrassing for you.

"Hey," Raph's voice made you slightly look up, since he wanted your attention. He handed you a folded piece of paper with a number scribbled on it- wait, was this his phone number? Was a guy giving you his phone number? To your face?

"You don't gotta, but if ya don't wanna walk home alone again I'm available if ya need it."

You completely lifted your head to look Raph directly in the face, and he took pride in one thing; making you smile like that. You have him a single nod and held the paper with both hands.

"Trust me, I will.. Raph."

Now it was his turn to smile.

The two of you just stood on the roof for a couple minutes, staring and smiling at each other before something on his belt beeped. He jumped a bit in surprise and glanced at it.

"That's my brothers- I gotta go. You'll be okay?" He asked, taking a small step back.

You nodded, putting the paper in your pocket. "I'm home now. Go."

His smile grew and he backed up towards the edge of the roof.

"Try not t' get into trouble doll face! Just save a little to give me an excuse t' save ya again!" He shouted, just before jumping to the roof next to yours and taking off, eventually disappearing.

"I think I like that. Doll face..." you thought to yourself, still smiling like an idiot. You stood on your roof for God knows how long more before you came to your senses and carefully climbed down your fire escape and slid through your window.

.

"Was that really two years ago...?" You thought to yourself, flipping a pen between your fingers.

Yup. It was.

Two years ago these four boys saved your life, and two years ago you met the boy that kinda saved you, in a way.

It took him time, but he got you to slowly expand your comfort zone. You didn't stutter every time you spoke anymore, and you didn't respond with simple gestures anymore and used actual words that really carried a conversation. And at the same time, you helped him.

You kinda found out about his anger the hard way, having him lash out at you when he was beyond pissed off, and though it did hurt, you didn't blame him. In fact, you made it your goal to try and help him with it.

He'd expressed to you before how he'd never liked his short temper, and so you helped him. You showed him ways that he could release stress and repressed emotions, like actually using his drum kit and playing when he got pissed, or just sitting with you and either talking, or just sitting in silence.

Coming up in December would actually be a year since Raph had asked you out, too.

It didn't really come as a surprise to most, since the both of you were pretty open about affection with each other even before you two decided to make it official, just because.

The two of you would always sit close together, hold each other's hand, cuddle each other and he'd even kiss your cheek every now and again. Every movie night, you bet that the two of you would sit or lie with each other, and Raph would play with your hair or lightly trace an invisible pattern on your arm.

All in all, it wasn't really a surprise to Raph's brothers, April or Casey when he'd asked you out. The only person it surprised was you, but even then you'd accepted in a heartbeat.

And to this day, he still calls you doll face.

Two years later, the boy's nearly eighteen and you the same, you've found a new family.

And a new love.

"(Y/N), doll face, cmon we're headin' out with or without ya!" You rolled your eyes and smiled, shoving the pen in your jean pocket and getting up, grabbing your jacket.

"Yeah yeah, I'm coming Raph!" You called, walking out of his room and slipping your arms through your jacket sleeves as you jogged out to the entrance to meet the boys.

About a year ago, after you'd actually learned how to properly, they let you join along on some of their patrols. Raph made you carry a small dagger though. Just in case you got separated and something happened to you.

Speak of the devil, he heard you coming up behind him and turned around smiling. He extended his arm to you, waiting for you to end up at his side before putting his arm around your waist and pulling you close to his side, kissing the top of your head.

"All ready and fashionably late, doll face?"

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, shoving him while failing to hide a smile of your own.

"Shaddup Raph, I was doing important things." You said, zipping your jacket up.

He just chuckled and raised his arms in mock defence.

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry baby." He said, lightly pressing his lips to the side of your head and cheek in chaste kisses. You turned your head at the last second to catch his lips in a quick kiss. While he smiled and put an arm around your shoulders, Mikey mock gaged.

"Yup, think I'm gonna hurl-" he said, making a queasy face. Raph reached out with his free hand and punched his baby brother in the shoulder.

"Oh shut it Mike, not like ya don't see it regularly." Mikey hit Raph's arm back, which quickly escalated into an arm punching war. You tried not to laugh too much, looking over to Leo and Donnie, who were trying to do the same thing.

"Alright alright alright guys, that's enough!" Leo called, laughing a bit to himself.

"We gotta get going before it gets too late, we gotta take (Y/N) home by midnight. Let's move out!"

With those words, the five of you took off running towards your normal exit to the top world.

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gUIS IM IN ABSOLUTE L O V E WITH THIS ONE SHOT I LOVED WRITING IT SO GOD DAMNED MUCH AAAAAHHHHHHHH

PS THIS WAS WRITTEN AT LIKE 11 pm - 2:30 am SOOOOOOOOO

#tmnt #tmnt raphael x reader #tmnt raphael x fem reader #raph tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2014 #tmnt2016 #tmnt raph #raphael imagine #raphael tmnt

[sentinelpri]

yoo I was wondering if I could request something with tfa optimus having a crush on a reader who’s like,, a bot higher up in command if that makes sense? maybe they’re an accomplished warrior/well known commander or something? I don’t have a preference for hcs/scenarios or w/e so it’s completely your choice!

Hey! Sounds like a great request, here’s some headcanons my friend:

As soon as I read this, I was like oh my God, Ultra Magnus’s kid. Imagine he had y/n with whoever you want, not really concerned with that, but yeah.

You’re the same age as Optimus, but you were always very sheltered due to Ultra Magnus wanting to keep you protected from his enemies, so you received private training to join the Elite Guatd and were very well guarded from the public until then after Ultra Magnus’s carrier died in battle.

Optimus never gets the chance to interact with you much, but he’s seen you a lot considering that Ultra Magnus actually trusts you. You’re a beautiful, strong-looking femme with bright optics and a (f/c) and white paint-job. Usually, you’re with Ultra Magnus or with Sentinel Prime and his squad, but something he notices about you is that you’re very... Kind and casual.

He figures it’s something about having been raised by someone so formal and stiff that you’ve developed such an easygoing personality, but you do get rather serious when it’s appropriate. You’re intelligent, an amazing strategist, and brilliant in combat- he can’t help but admire you when he sees you around Ultra Magnus during his academy training.

What starts as interest and admiration turns into adoration and respect when Elita-One has her accident. You object in court when Sentinel pins the blame on him, and though Ultra Magnus quickly tells you to stand down, he appreciates the gesture.

There had always been a tension between the two of you that he couldn’t explain, his feelings aside. Any time he went to stare at you, you were already looking at him, your gaze intense. Any time he would walk by you, you seem to touch him somehow- a servo on his shoulder, digits brushing past his back, shoulder bumping into his- something. He isn’t sure if it’s accidental or not.

You don’t really see each other after that court hearing though- you join the Elite Guard and become a Prime alongside Sentinel, whose guts you hate, and he becomes a space bridge technician. His interest fades for a bit once he crashes on earth and starts his battle against the Decepticons there with his team, but he can’t help thinking of you every once in a while and blushing whenever one of the other bots mentions your name in passing. He finds himself missing having you around sometimes, even if you didn’t get to interact much. 

Even when Sentinel and the Elite Guard show up on earth, you don’t come with them, occupied with business matters back on Cybertron. 

After the attack on Ultra Magnus, as pissed off as Sentinel Prime is about it and as much as Sentinel Prime tries to appeal the decision in court, you’re appointed the new Magnus. The final battle with the Decepticons happens, and Optimus- for the first time in a long time- returns to Cybertron to give you back your father’s hammer, which Sentinel had tried to take from you behind your back, only for Ratchet to go to Cybertron, take it, and bring it back to him.

He enters your quarters and finds you working on preparations for Ultra Magnus’s and Prowl’s funerals, as Ultra Magnus’s injuries were too great for him to survive and Prowl had sacrificed himself in the final battle. Optimus was just grateful that you were making sure both were given a proper service even though you had so many other things to be juggling as the new Magnus.

It was late, so you were alone working since you didn’t like having guards around you, and he had come by himself.

He apologizes for having kept the hammer for so long and offers it back, only for you to tell him that it’s better suited to him anyways- you wouldn’t use it, it brings back too many memories of your father who you’re still grieving and you have your own weapons that you’re already accustomed to. After that, he finds himself watching you work, utterly captivated by how much you’ve matured in what felt like such a short amount of time. 

He’s unsure of what to do and doesn’t want to overstay his welcome, so he turns to leave, only for you to tell him to sit down at your work table- you say you have some high quality oil you’ve been dying to share with somebot, and Sentinel just doesn’t make the cut, Jazz is still on earth, etc.

Optimus agrees and sits down across from you, both of you with your own container of oil. The two of you are restrained and handle your drinks well, so neither of you overdo it, and all the oil does is relax the mood. After a few moments of silence, you finally come out with it.

“I think you’ve done well despite everything you’ve been through. How would you feel about becoming the commander of the Elite Guard?”

He’s baffled, obviously. How was he to go from being shunned for Elita’s accident to commander of the Elite Guard? How would Cybertron react? “What about Sentinel?”

“My father always had a soft spot for him, so I won’t kick him to the streets, but I don’t want him having such a huge responsibility. I’m thinking about giving him a position as my guard.”

You’d never liked having guards around, but it was a fair idea. Ultra Magnus would’ve preferred you had one, and the one time he was unguarded, Shockwave took advantage. 

“Do you think I’m ready for such a huge responsibility more than Sentinel Prime?”

“I consider us equals,” You admit. Optimus is taken aback by it, but finds himself reflecting; maybe he’s a bit too relaxed from all the drinks, but maybe he’s also become more aware of just how short life is and how much more honest he needs to be with himself and others due to the recent events. 

So, he decides to tell you the truth. “If you consider us equals, then... I’d like to tell you something important. Honestly.”

“Go on.”

“You’ve always been above me, so I haven’t felt it appropriate- even now, it feels questionable, but I feel like you need to know, and life is so short... I’ve always been fond of you, (y/n).”

“I’m fond of you, too, Optimus.”

“No, I mean... I’ve developed feelings for you, over the stellar cycles. Ever since we were in training.”

You don’t even hesitate, LMAO. You just lean across the table and push everything to the side so you can grab him by his shoulders and slam his lips against yours. 

Apparently, he wasn’t imagining the tension after all-

#tfa #transformers #transformers animated #optimus prime #tfa optimus prime #tfa ultra magnus #ultra magnus #tfa sentinel prime #sentinel prime #optimus prime x reader #headcanons #asks #ask #my asks #request #requests

[silkling]

And Birdie Makes Three

Earth was a magnet for anything Cybertronian. Wheeljack would swear by that for the rest of his life. He’d only intended to visit Earth for a few days. Help Team Prime kick some ‘Con tailpipe, catch up with Bulkhead, have fun messing with the Doc-bot. Yet, here he was, roped into some sort of recon/retrieval mission. This wasn’t exactly his idea of a fun time. But, he had offered to help when he’d come to this little mudball, so he supposed he couldn’t complain too much.

Apparently, Ratchet had caught a Cybertronian signal headed for some remote Earth desert. From what he’d been able to tell, the good doctor had said that the signal was strange. It wasn’t the type of signal that would come off of a proper ship, so it was something else, something smaller. Personally, Wheeljack didn’t care what it was. All he cared about was the second part of the report: that the signal indicated another bot was on board whatever vessel was set to crash planet-side.

So, Prime had sent Bulkhead and the little scout to check it out, and asked Wheeljack if he’d be up for going along. How could he have said no? Besides, if it turned out to be a fight then of course he’d want to be there! Unfortunately for him, a fight was not to be had. The ground bridge had malfunctioned and dropped them a few miles off, and they’d had to drive the rest of the way to the predicted crash site. When they’d finally arrived, the vessel, which Wheeljack could now see was an escape pod, had already crashed. Apparently, whoever had been inside had also already been greeted by ‘Cons, because the terrain around the pod spoke of a rather violent battle.

The sand was soaked with energon, and the ground was strewn with vehicon and eradicon bodies. A large, thin piece of metal from the pod had been ripped off and used as a makeshift weapon; Wheeljack could see how, whoever had been in that pod, they had used to to gouge and hack at several of the dead drones. A few paces away, the offending piece of metal was stuck through an eradicon’s face. Beyond that, many of the bodies looked like they’d been killed by some sort of blaster or gun. Many more looked like something had ripped at their throats and left them to bleed out. A few were missing their helms altogether. Nearby, what had once been a large rock formation was now rubble, and the largest surviving boulder had deep gouge marks in the stone. On a few of the corpses, the edges of the escape pod, and the boulder, Wheeljack could see faint blue paint transfers.

“Primus,” Bulkhead said. “Whoever was in that pod, they sure did a lot of damage. Think the ‘Cons got them?”

Wheeljack crossed his arms, optics narrowed. Something about this was….eerily familiar. But from where? “Maybe.” he said after a moment. “Doubt it though.”

“Yeah? How do you figure that?”

“Dunno.” He shrugged. “Just a feeling.”

“Uh, guys?” Bumblebee beeped. “Hate to break this up, but you know what this means, right?”

Bulkhead blinked. “What do you mean, Bee?”

“If the ‘Cons came to get this bot, and the bot reacted like this to them,” he answered, gesturing at the scene around them. “Then whoever was in that pod is probably one of ours.”

Wheeljack perked up. “You known, kid, I think you’re right.” he grinned. Oh, now this was going to be fun.

He wondered who it was. The Terror Twins? Maybe, but the pod looked like it’d be cramped for two. Jazz? This was definitely within his ability to pull off, but something this violent wasn’t really his style. Ironhide? He definitely had the skill set to pull off carnage like this, and he would actually commit such a level of violence if he was pushed far enough. Pits, it could be a lot of mechs. It could even be one of the femmes! There was no real way to tell. Wheeljack did want to meet them and shake their hand, though. This level of chaos and destruction was honestly impressive.

“Alright.” Bulkhead spoke up. “So it’s one of ours. But the question now is, where are they?”

Oh, he just had to ruin to mood with his pertinent questions, didn’t he?

“There’s no way to tell.” Bumblebee beeped. “We just have to wait and see if more clues pop up, I guess. I hope we find them soon, though.”

That, Wheeljack could agree with.

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Bulkhead was distracted. Miko knew the other humans couldn’t pick up on it, but Bulk was her best friend and she knew him. So when she said he was distracted, she meant it. It wasn’t bad. It wasn’t like he wasn’t doing his job, or was getting in trouble in the field because of his distraction, but it was definitely affecting his life at base. He was so…quiet. Ever since that mission in the desert, where they’d come back without the mystery bot, he hadn’t been able to focus on anything he did with her. Miko was starting to get very annoyed with it, actually.

Which meant it was time to get to the root of the problem. And, luckily for her, no one was in the secondary chamber of the base today, which she and Bulkhead had taken over to use to practice their music when they got kicked out of the main room. Which meant now was the perfect time to brooch the subject with her giant metal pal.

“Hey, Bulk!”

He startled at her call, blue eyes darting down to fix on her. “Miko? Do you need something?”

“Yeah!” she put her hands on her hips. “You’ve been distracted ever since the desert. What’s the deal, big guy?”

He blinked slowly, then sighed. “That obvious?”

“Just to me!” she said cheerily, clambering up to perch on his knee. “So, what’s the deal? Spill!”

“It’s something Wheeljack said. At crash site, there was, uh, a lot of carnage.” he said. She could tell he was picking his words carefully to avoid going into too much detail. That was no fun! “And, well, Jackie mentioned some of the damage looked familiar, but he couldn’t figure out from where. And he’s right. It was familiar, but I just can’t put my finger on it.”

“Well,” Miko kicked her legs. “You guys said it was probably a ‘Bot, right?” At his nod, she continued. “Then maybe it’s familiar cause it’s the damage caused by a specific ‘Bot?”

Bulkhead made a noise of frustration. “We kind of figured that. But that’s the problem. We just don’t know who.”

“So, you know they’re a ‘Bot, and the damage they did was really familiar to you and Wheeljack, but you can’t figure out which ‘Bot and from where the damage is familiar?”

“Yeah, that’s pretty much it.”

“Hmmm…” Miko tapped her chin. “Yeah, okay. Now I see why you’re distracted.”

He chuckled, lightly tapping her head with a finger. “Thanks anyway, Miko.”

“Yeah yeah, no problem.” she said, distracted herself now. Now she was lost in thought, and over the same conundrum as Bulkhead!

Just who was this mystery Autobot?

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The day had started out peaceful. Frankly, Wheeljack had been bored. Which was why he was quite thrilled with where it had gone, in the end. Ratchet had found an energon mine, and Optimus had asked him, Bulkhead, and Arcee to go check it out and collect what they could. They’d come, and they’d managed to get quite a bit of energon piled up by the time the action had started.

There has been the sound of a ground bridge, and then Breakdown had stepped out from it, followed by a gaggle of vehicons and eradicons. And then, of course, the clash began. Breakdown had gone straight for Bulkhead, and that left Wheeljack and Arcee to take on the drones. For a while, he’d let his processor blank, his frame moving on reflexes alone as he struck down an ‘Con who came into range of his blades. He didn’t notice anything around him as he fought, his swords cutting through armor and limbs and throats alike.

When he next looked up, Bulkhead had backed Breakdown into a corner. So much so that the former Wrecker had been forced to call for a ground bridge and retreat. But, of course, these were Decepticons they were dealing with, so nothing could ever be easy. Less than a minute after Breakdown had been forced to flee, another ground bridge opened and spilled out a horde of vehicons and eradicons.

“Scrap.” Wheeljack hissed.

This wasn’t good. True, the drones are easy to take down, but in large enough numbers they started to wear a mech down. They’d probably get out of this fine, but it’d be cutting it close. Arcee gave a fierce cry as she dove back into the fray, and Wheeljack exchanged a nod with Bulkhead before both Wreckers joined her. Working together, they managed to thin the horde down until there were few left.

And that, of course, was when things went wrong. Arcee had gotten too close to the edge of a nearby cliff edge, and one lucky shot her her stumbling back and over. Bulkhead reacted quickly, lunging forward and shooting out his wrecking ball for his teammate to catch. Wheeljack, meanwhile, roared and lunged forward to take out the rest of the vehicons so they couldn’t offline his friend while the big green lug was distracted.

Too late, he realized he’d forgotten about the eradicons in flight above him. In fact, he didn’t even realize they’d been there until he heard the sound of blades rapidly slicing through the air and the snarl of a powerful engine. Then there was the sound of blaster fire, and eradicons dropped to the ground around him.

Before he could look up or turn around, Wheeljack heard the sound of a transformation sequence above him, and then a heavy metal form dropped to the earth at his back. He whirled around, bringing his blades to bare, ready to slice the helm off whatever ‘Con had tried get the drop on him.

He froze, his swords mere micrometers from slicing into the throat of the offending bot, and then he slid his battle mask aside and grinned fiercely.

“Well well well, look what the turbo-fox dragged in!”

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Will was not having a good day. The higher ups were getting uppity about the ‘Bots. About Wheeljack in particular, actually. They kept throwing a fit that the Wrecker wasn’t a permanent addition to Team Prime, and that he came and left as he pleased. Apparently, their displeasure was rooted in the fact that having another Autobot on the team more permanently might make them end their war a little earlier. The pencil pushers up in Washington just didn’t understand that matters were a little more complicated than that. Of course, they also refused to listen when he tried to explain that he, nor they, had any say over how the alien military handled its individual soldiers. And when Wheeljack kept leaving, they kept getting angry. Then they took that irritation out on him. Hence, he wasn’t having a good day.

He had come down to the Autobot’s base to talk to Prime about some of their more recent missions. Including the one in the desert. None of the bots had actually cleaned up the mess left behind there, and some humans had recently stumbled across it. It had been….fun, to explain that away. So, he was here to remind Prime to be a bit more careful about leaving messes on battlefields where humans might stumble across it. Will had also been ordered to try and convince Wheeljack to stay, though he wasn’t holding his breath on that one.

As he leaned against the railing, talking with Prime, he heard noise from Ratchet’s direction. The medic was talking to someone, probably one of the bots who were out, and then he was opening the ground bridge. Arcee, Bulkhead, and Wheeljack came through, carrying cubes of energon, and they set it all in the corner. When Ratchet went to turn off the ground bridge, Bulkhead stopped him.

“Just a second, Ratchet. We have a guest coming in.” he said, seeming cheerful.

“A guest?” Prime spoke up, frowning.

“Yep!” Wheeljack grinned. “He’s one of ours! It’s the ‘Bot from the escape pods!” he gestured at the ground bridge, and all eyes turned to it.

Will heard the metallic sound of Cybertronian footsteps, and then a form appeared, silhouetted against the light of the ground bridge. The bot walked forward, and as the ground bridge powered off Will got his first good look at Earth’s newest Autobot.

“Optimus, everyone, this is Whirl.” Bulkhead said, grinning. “He’s a Wrecker, like me and Jackie.”

Whirl certainly looked like he’d fit in as an elite soldier. The blue Autobot was tall, with digitigrade legs, and pincer-like claws in place of hands. His arms were a little odd, and Will was quick to realize he seemed to have some sort of rotors in each arm. His most startling feature, however, was his head. He had a cylindrical head, and no face to speak of. Instead, he had a singular, large golden eye set into the center of his head. He also had thin, sharp protrusions coming off his back, which Will swore looked like helicopter blades. Hell, even the bot’s feet were strange, looking like someone had bound the front claws of a bird’s talons and left the back claw alone.

For a second, the Autobot base was silent. Then Nakadai broke it.

“Another Wrecker?” she gasped, racing down the stairs of the entertainment nook and running up to the new bot. “That’s so cool! You look awesome! It’s really great to meet another bot, especially another Wrecker like Bulk and Wheeljack! Your claws look sharp, I bet you can do a lot of damage with them! Tell me, how many ‘Cons have you taken on with them?” she asked, excited.

Whirl startled, blinking down at her. “Oh, hey.” he spoke. “You’re one of those little organics. I didn’t know you guys kept some of the locals around.” he said, directing the last statement at Bulkhead.

“We don’t.” the green bot replied. “These guys are…a special case.”

Whirl shrugged, then turned back to the excited human at his feet. “Fine by me.” he chirped, crouching down. “Hiya!” he greeted Nakadai. “You’re very energetic! I like that!”

Nakadai cackled, clearly thrilled that the large bot was matching her energy. “I’m Miko!” she thrust her hand out.

Whirl blinked again, and then his eye was curving into a thin arch that Will swore was his approximation of a smile. “Oooh, I’ve seen this with you lot!” God, the new guy sounded giddy. “It’s how you say hello!”

Whirl held out his own hand, letting Nakadai grasp the tip of a single claw in hand before waving his hand up and down slightly. She laughed, her whole body pulled along with the movement, and let go once he stopped. Once she was stable on her feet, he reached out and very carefully tapped the tip of one claw against the top of her head.

“I like you!” he announced. “Any tiny organic brave enough to run up to the Whirlybird gets an okay in my book!”

Wheeljack laughed, walking over to his former teammate as the blue bot stood back up. He slapped Whirl’s back with a grin. “Well that’s good, because the humans are kinda a fixture here, so if you wanna stay you gotta get used to them!”

Whirl responded to the slap by punching his claws against Wheeljack’s shoulder. “Rough as always, Wheelie?” he said, the edge of a growl under his voice.

“No!” Bulkhead cut in before Wheeljack could respond. “No brawls in here.” he scolded.

Both the other bots pouted. Or, well, Will thought Whirl was pouting. It was hard to tell. “You’re no fun.” they said together.

Off to the side, Prime made a sound that Will knew to be the Cybertronian equivalent of clearing his throat. “Whirl.”

Immediately, that odd head snapped in his direction. Prime continued. “I am pleased that you have safely found your way to us. I must ask, however. How did you come to find yourself on Earth?”

“Is that what this fun little mudball is called?” Whirl made an odd clicking noise. “Neat.”

“Whirl.” Prime prompted again.

“Right.” he said. “See, I was actually a few star systems over. Had my own ship, ‘cept I crashed it. Managed to make it on my own, but then the ‘Cons found me. Was running low on fuel and not in the best shape, so they managed to nab me. Took me to this big ship, I think they were planning on sending me to old Megatron cause of our history.” Here, he waved his hand and clicked his claws in a gesture Will could only call dismissive. “Managed to get out, and I hijacked an escape pod. Next thing I know, I’m crashing on this planet and waking up to a ‘Con welcome party! I dealt with them, of course, and then went to figure out where I was! I scanned a new alt-mode, then lay low and tried to figure out the whole deal with Cybertronians here. Then I stumbled on Bulky and Wheelie, and here I am!” he finished, throwing his arms up partway as if in celebration.

Prime blinked, clearly trying to sort through the information. “…you have history with Megatron?”

“Unfortunately! Megzy hates me! I’m positive he wants to see me die very painfully!”

Will really didn’t understand how he could say that so cheerfully.

“I…see.” Prime clearly did not. Nonetheless, he continued. “You have had a long journey to come here, Whirl. I regret to inform you that Megatron is also on this planet, but if you would care to stay and join the fight then my team will welcome you.”

Whirl blinked, lifting a claw to tap at his chin. Did he have a chin? Hell if Will knew.

“Megzy’s here, eh? Well, it’s not like I was trying to avoid him anyway.” Whirl shrugged, then his eye curved in that grinning arch again. “What the Pit, I’m in! I’d be happy to join your little crew, Prime!” he chirped, his arm coming up to snap a salute.

Except as he did, it caused the armor plates under his arm to shift and reveal a wound leaking energon near his armpit. The blue of the energon was similar enough to his paint that it hadn’t been noticed in the excitement, but now as a drop of it fell to the ground, the wound was definitely noticed.

Ratchet in particular was honed in on it. “You’re injured?” he demanded, taking a step towards the new arrival. “Why didn’t you say anything? Let me take a look at that, I can repair it.” he grunted.

Whirl stepped away from the medic, his eye narrowing. “You’re a medic, yeah? I’ve heard a lot about the famous Ratchet.”

“Yes, I’m a medic.” Ratchet snapped. “Now stay still and let me look at you!” He made to get closer.

“No need, Doc! Just point me in the direction of the medical stuff and I can take care of it! I’ve treated myself plenty of times before!” Whirl said cheerily.

“Oh no you will not!” Ratchet growled, reaching for the other bot.

Whirl made an odd noise then, one that made every bot in the base go still and stare at him. His engine seemed to snarl, and his armor shifted and flared, making him look significantly larger. The rotors in his arms spun to life, a high pitched humming filling the silence. His eye focused on Ratchet, the protrusions at his back twitching.

Slowly, Ratchet backed off, raising his hands and taking a few steps away. He pointed down the hall to where the makeshift medbay had been set up. “Down that way.” he said calmly.

After a beat of silence, Whirl relaxed, the harsh glow of his eye fading as he nodded and trotted off. Once he was gone, Will spoke up.

“What in the name of Sam Hill was that?”

“A threat display.” Arcee supplied helpfully.

“Threat display?! Are you saying he threatened Ratchet? Prime, did you just invite a bot onto your team who’s a danger to the people here?” Will demanded.

“No!” Bulkhead yelped. “It’s not like that! Ratchet pushed too far.”

“How?!”

“I did.” Ratchet agreed. “He was clearly uncomfortable around me. I should have backed off when he first gave signs of discomfort.”

“He still threatened you!” Will yelled.

“I would like to know why as well, Bulkhead.” Prime said seriously.

“Whirl’s not a danger to anyone here.” Wheeljack said, sounding dead serious.

“Then what was that?” Wil demanded.

“Whirl…doesn’t really like medics.” Bulkhead said, sounding hesitant. “I think he might even have a fear of ‘em.”

“What? Why?”

Wheeljack snorted. “You all saw him. Why do you think?”

Will didn’t know what that meant. But there was silence for a moment, and it seemed like the other bots did know what that meant.

“Oh.” Ratchet was quiet. “That’s….yes. I should have predicted that.” he sounded almost faint.

“I see.” Prime murmured, tone somber.

“Oh, Pits. I didn’t even think of that.” Arcee seemed deeply uncomfortable.

In the corner, Bumblebee beeped something and shifted, refusing to look at anyone.

Will exchanged a look with the kids, who were clearly as confused as he was. Then he turned back to the bots. “Prime! What’s the deal?”

“It is not my place to say, Agent Fowler.” he said grimly. “I do apologize for causing confusion, but that information is Whirl’s alone to share.”

“But he’s not a threat?” Will said carefully. He didn’t understand what was going on, but he was smart. He could read between the lines. Whatever Whirl’s deal with medics was, it was related to some sort of trauma. He wouldn’t pry, he knew better.

“No, he is not.”

“Then I guess I should go inform the powers that be that there’s a new bot in town.” Will sighed, stepping back and heading to the elevator.

Oh, this was going to be fun to explain to higher ups, he could tell already.

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Whirl found the makeshift medbay easily. After that, it didn’t take him long to weld the gash under his arm. He used a rag to mop up the mess of energon on his armor, then tossed it aside and looked around. He couldn’t help but feel out of place. He’d seen the rest of Prime’s team. They were all Normal, were all Good and Unbroken. Whirl…wasn’t. He was Wrong, was Shattered and Twisted and Bad. But he had to keep going, didn’t he? It wasn’t like there was much else he could do. Not with the War raging on.

The copter bot sighed, his optic shuttering as he sagged where he stood. He was tired, okay? He’d been fighting for so long. He’d left the Aerial Corps because he hadn’t wanted to fight, he hadn’t wanted his life to be defined by violence. He’d been Good and Whole, back then. Back when he’d still had his hands and his shop and his watches and clocks. Back before the Senate stole it all from him.

The memory of his loss burned through him, white-hot and raging. His engine snarled, and before he realized what he was doing he raked his claws along the wall, drawing deep gouges into the metal. He stared at the damage, his engine growling with pent up aggression. He had to fight. It was all he knew. Ever since he’d lost his watches, all he’d known was violence, violence, and more violence. Now, it was the only language he knew, the only thing he understood. He lived and breathed violence, and with every passing day the storm raging in his helm grew worse.

Whirl wasn’t sane. He was well aware of that fact. But what was he supposed to do about it? There were no psychologists, not among the Autobots or Decepticons. Even if there were, he wouldn’t go. His thoughts were his own. He wasn’t about to bare his spark to some soft little processor-doctor in the vain hope it might help. It wouldn’t. He knew that. Medics, of the psychiatric kind or otherwise, never wanted to help him. Even when they had to treat him to save his life, it was always the bare minimum he needed before they kicked him out of their medbay. Medics weren’t good. Not to him, never for him.

He stared at the damaged wall for another beat, then turned his helm away and walked out of the room. He stopped, surprised when his exit was met with the sight of Bulkhead. Immediately, he forced his EM field to project cheer and humor, forcing down the exhaustion and melancholy that he knew had been wrapped in it before. No one could know. Everyone already knew ol’ Whirlybird was insane and prone to fits of violence. He wouldn’t let them know how bad off his processor actually was. It would make his end goal for the end of the War easier to get away with. He didn’t want to be helped. “Help” was usually just another excuse other bots used to hurt him anyway.

“Bulky!” Whirl chirped. “Fancy meeting you here! To what do I owe the pleasure of your company? Don’t tell me the Prime asked you to escort little ol’ me?”

Bulkhead seemed mildly confused but mostly amused. “You’re still the same Whirl, aren’t you?” he grinned. “No, but Jackie and I got one of the spare rooms here set up for you. It’s only got a berth in it right now, but if you’re staying on Team Prime you’ll need your own space.”

Whirl blinked, cocking his helm. His winglets fluttered at his back. “Awe!” he cooed. “You shouldn’t have! I’m flattered!”

He chuckled, then gestured with one large hand. “This way. I’ll show you were it is. Optimus said you can rest and regain your strength for the rest of the day, but tomorrow he’d like to talk to you and explain our situation here.”

Whirl set off to follow the big green bot as he walked off. “Fine by me! It’ll be nice to recharge in a berth again! Lemme tell ya, the ground on this mudball isn’t comfortable at all!” he complained. “I made the mistake of recharging in some of that organic plant matter once, and I’m still picking out organic bits from my seams!”

Bulkhead chuckled, grinning over his shoulder. “Yeah, Earth can be pretty messy sometimes. It’s a pretty neat planet, though. I think you’ll like it, especially the humans!”

“Well, if the rest of the tinies are anything like that Miko one, then I probably will!”

“Miko’s a class all on her own.” Primus bless him, Bulkhead seemed proud of that. “She’s my ward. Optimus assigned her and the other two children to three of us when they accidentally discovered our secret.”

“Awe, you’re like a proud creator. That’s adorable, Bulky.”

“Wha-no!” he sputtered, field flaring with embarrassment. “It’s not like that! I just take care of her while she’s here! She’s a good kid.”

“You’re not helping your case, buddy.”

Bulkhead groaned, coming to a stop in front of a door. “Oh, just shut it, Whirl.” Despite the harsh words, there was no true anger in his voice. “Anyway, this is your room. I’m going to go join the others. You’re free to do what you want.” he said, then spun on his heel and hurried off, likely to escape further teasing.

Whirl stared after him in amusement, then opened the door and slipped in, letting it slide shut behind him. As Bulkhead had said, there was only a berth in the room, but he could add to it as time went on. Besides, right now he only needed the berth anyway. He padded over to it, and let himself fall face-first into it. He kicked his legs and flopped around to get his whole body into the berth, then rolled and twisted until he’d gotten himself wrapped in the mesh blanket that had been left on it.

He was tired. He’d been traveling for a long time without proper recharge. He could deal with the things to come in the morning. Right now, he just wanted rest. Whirl sighed, optic slipping shut as he relaxed. In the silence of the room, he let his processor wander, slipping from thought to thought until recharge took him.

And as day turned to night and and rest of the base bedded down, Whirl slept on, dreaming dreams of all the things he had been, and all the things he could be.

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So, I don’t really have an excuse for this. I like Whirl. He was fun in Cyberverse, and when I realized he existed in other media I got excited. Full disclosure, I didn’t read the comics. But! I do know a bit about him from other sources. So this was my interpretation of Alligned Continuity Whirl. Idk if I’ll continue this. I might, it was all very self-indulgent.

But, anyway, let me know what you think! I hope y’all liked it. Whirl is fun to write. He’s going to be a horrible influence on Miko, just know that in advance.

Until next time, folks!

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[cybertronian-cupid]

i Need tfa wasp/inator to get some comfort, please? a scenario where he's been on earth and human reader discovers him and it takes only one kind thing for him to get attached. just him healing as the reader loves him thru it. sfw and/or nsfw as you'd like!

One sfw wasp bud, coming up! Hope you like it!💥~Gregoria🏩

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When they first met Wasp they nearly got shot to bits. All things considered it was mostly their fault, since they were the one who decided to attempt sneaking around in the shrubbery. The poor guy looked on edge as it was and it took a lot of convincing that they won’t let him be sent back to the stockades or take him to “Bumblebot” and whoever the hell was his boss.

Relatively soon they managed to convince him it would be safer to stay somewhere with more stable shelter. And that’s how they found themself here, sitting inside of their small garage with Wasp wrapped in a tarp they had stashed away for their future car, him nursing an old motor oil jug that seemed like a juice box in his servo, while they listened to his story.

“Yeah that guy does sound like a jerk.” they look up at him and muster a smile.

“Look on the bright side though buddy. You escaped and you can stay here for as long as you want. Revenge or no revenge.”

“You call Wasp friend?”

They rub the back of their neck, looking away when they feel their skin turning hot. “I mean, yeah I’d like to be friends. No pressure though, I mean-”

“Wasp would like a friend.”

They look back at him, noticing how his cautious optics shine just a little brighter. They smile wide and wish their new buddy goodnight and let him know he just needs to call for them if he needs anything.

-

It’s been months since Wasp had made himself at home in their tiny garage. It was decorated with all sorts of trinkets and pictures from the places they’ve been or would like to visit some day and they eventually suggested that he might also enjoy exploring the planet. Most days when they had to work from home, they’d curl up on his lap, while he tries to solve puzzles they got him. The metal rings that should unhook, but didn’t no matter how much he tried are the ones that frustrated him the most and he insisted that his friend shows him how to do it over and over.

Eventually he realized his search for the bot that ruined his life will be easier if he can blend in better, so he and his buddy snuck out to figure out what would be the most forgettable car possible in case anyone tries to find him after he gets his revenge. It turned out to be a Buggy and the size allowed both him and his buddy to make trips to the city multiple times without raising too much suspicion. After a while though, they noticed he started acting weird. His words turned into buzzing more often when they called him “Their buggy pal” or whatever other nickname they came up with. And sure, sure they teased each other all the time, and they love how his optics twinkle when they show him a new trick or game, and how his laugh makes them feel all fuzzy and-

“Budz?”

“Wazzup, Wazp?”

They’ve been driving for a while, and they could see his nervousness by the way his windshield wipers kept twitching.

“Is friend all Waspinator will be to Budz?”

“What do you mean?” he was clearly having a hard time getting whatever was bugging him out of his system, and it took him a few attempts before he managed to stutter out.

“Wasp wants to be more than budz.”

They could feel their cheeks begin to heat up, their hands moving up to hide their face.

“Oh, Waspy,”

Wasp let out a frustrated noise, swerving into an empty parking lot and nearly jetting them out of their seat.

“Wha-”

“Forget Wasp said anything, bad idea, Wasp has to leave.” and so they were left behind hacking up smoke.

It was a good thing the store he left them at was where another friend of theirs worked, so after her shift ended they were given a lift. They found him huddled under the tarp in their garage, clearly ready to be mocked.

“Wasp?”

The tarp nearly tears under his shaking digits.

“Wasp not here. Wasp messed up and will leave soon.”

“Hey hey hey! No, stop that.” They walk up to him, and peek at his faceplate through a hole in the material.

“Listen here, mister. If you decided to listen to me instead of pretty much throwing me out of the seat, I could tell you that I- I’m willing to try this.”

The tarp lowers from his faceplate, optics squinting at them.

“Budz not funny.”

“I’m not trying to be funny you asshole! I wanted to ask you out for a long time, but didn’t want you to feel like I’ll kick you out if you say no.” They tug at the tarp, and it slides all the way down, resting on Wasp’s lap.

“If we do this, you have to promise me no matter what happens, you will always remember you have a place here, alright? You’re my buddy first and foremost. With or without all the lovey dovey stuff.”

Wasp shrinks in on himself a little, offering a palm for them to step on, and he brings them closer to his faceplate. “Thankz, Budz.”

They smile and pat his helm, pressing a peck to his chin, taking great joy in his frozen expression before he all but melts into their hands

“Thank me when I get you some flowers and some proper gas. My date is not drinking crude oil when I’m the one paying for drinks.” His engine gives a small rev, and they press another peck to his face. And another, and another, and so on until they fall asleep.

#tfa wasp #transformers animated #tfa wasp x reader #tfa wasp x s/i #tfa wasp x s/o #tfa wasp x human!reader #anon #He's adorable. And harder to write than I expected.~G🏩

[cyanocoraxx]

Damage (Chapter 20)

FFN / AO3

Wordcount: 14,052

Content warnings: Descriptions of abandonment, death and abuse

Silver Sonic and fleshbag Sonic found themselves in a bit of a predicament, to say the least. A GUN mech spotted them a second quicker than Sonic could react and promptly fired away at them. Sonic took cover behind a crate, unable to move as quickly as normal with a heavy robot over his shoulder. He muttered under his breath in thought, not yet sure of how to go about this escape.

An explosion behind the crate shook Sonic enough to send him onto his side, where he promptly dropped Silver in a heap. He cursed and went to gather the robot up again, but Silver woke up and stared up at him. Sonic met his optics with an apologetic grin.

"Sorry. That was an accident."

Silver just laughed. "Yeah, I-" He stopped to cough oil into his hand and grinned back at him. "I figured."

Sonic looked around and his eyes came to rest on a stray rifle ahead of them. Silver saw it a second later and reacted as he normally would. With a grunt from the effort, he rolled over onto his knees and grabbed the rifle in front of him as if it was second nature to do so.

"This is like a video game I've always wanted to play." Silver mused to himself as he fumbled to hold the rifle correctly. He knelt behind the crate and propped the rifle on top of it.

Sonic opened his mouth to argue against that, but thought better of it. "I- Okay, kiddo. How do we play it?"

Silver looked through the sights, sweeping his weapon to the left with apparent focus. "Jus' start punchin' whoever I shoot at."

"Works for me. Is it really the best idea for you to be holding a gun right now though?" Sonic asked sheepishly.

Silver looked at him pointedly. "Is' just motion blur glitch. I can compensate for it..." He looked down the sights again, sticking his tongue out a little as he concentrated. True to his word, he aimed a little off-center to compensate for his dizziness, and with a quick squeeze of his trigger finger, the tyre of a military van went "pop" and screeched to a stop. A slight lean to the right and another squeeze of the trigger sent a bike veering off away from them.

"I'm startin' to think you could use that thing in your sleep." Sonic commented to his side, impressed.

"When you're made t'be a weapon, it comes natural." Silver said, taking a clean shot at another van that pulled up on them. "I'll take all of these idiots out, no problem."

"You gotta pick and choose your battles, kiddo."

"I'm like... two. I shouldn't be fightin' any battles. Only battle I should be pickin' is-" Silver stopped to spit oil onto the floor before taking another shot, "A battle royale."

"Like in a video game?"

"Precisely. You get me."

"Hold the fort here. I'm gonna go deal with that 'bot," Sonic instructed him, narrowing his eyes at the GUN mech that was closing in on them, "got a feeling it's bulletproof."

"Ya don't say, genius..." Silver replied sarcastically, struggling to stay awake as delirium washed over his head again. He expertly took out another bike before stopping and resting his chin on his arm for a moment, struggling to stay coherent. "Jus' come back quickly. I'm losing it."

Sonic vaulted over the crate to land a kick on the GUN robot as promised. But then he sped off to Chaos knows where, and Silver couldn't track his movements. He panicked. In his impaired state of mind all he saw was Sonic leaving, the chaos around him, and his damages leaving him unable to fend for himself.

"Wait. Don't leave me. Please." Silver whispered, watching Sonic speed out of view. He saw everything in sharp focus, panic overwhelming him as those footsteps grew further and further away. He tried to pull himself up onto his elbow, reaching out for the edge of the crate in front of him. He clumsily grabbed the corner, pulling himself up with his teeth grit and knees shaking. The world around him quickly began to spin, and he fought to stand - only to fall down in a messy heap.

He breathed a sigh, which turned into a choked sob, and he pressed his head to the ground as he blacked out again.

---

- LOADING. 10%. 20%. 50%. 100%.

- Artificial Intelligence ROBOTNIK Custom Chip installing.

- Systems calibrating. Please wait. This might take a moment.

- Installation complete. Initiating boot sequence.

- Priority one: hedgehog.  Objective: destroy him at all costs.

- DO NOT FAIL.

The robot awoke on a table.

Nothing made sense. The world was so strange, bright, noisy. It stared up at the ceiling, confused and disoriented as its systems booted one by one. Temperature sensors came online and the room was suddenly cold. Auditory sensors tuned to the whirring of machinery. Facial recognition systems searched for something to log. Pressure sensors detected several disturbances on multiple parts of the machine's frame. It was slightly uncomfortable.

"Hello."

The machine turned its head to meet a stranger's face. It frowned, puzzled - a reaction it hadn't had to consciously think about.

Eggman smiled at them. "I'm your creator, Dr. Eggman. You may log me as your manufacturer. Now, test your voice modulator, you should be able to speak."

The robot stared at him. "Oh." It looked up again, confused. "Where am I?"

"You're on one of my flagships. This is your home." Eggman explained, gesturing around the room with a hand.

"I... have a home?" It asked quietly, "and you're my dad?" For the first time, a smile spread over its face. Its optics fixed on his creator with adoration instantly. Having a parent meant safety and direction, and Sonic's personality influenced him to seek family. It awaited instruction.

"Yes, you do, and yes, you could say I am." Eggman reached out and put his hands on the robot's shoulders. "Now, are your systems all go?"

It checked in with its registry for a moment. "Everything's good, I think. I dunno what constitutes "systems all go" though. Never been alive before." It lifted his hands above his face and turned them over a few times, noticing the many wires attached to its frame. So that's what their pressure sensors were throwing a fit about. Interesting.

Eggman chuckled and removed his hands. "That's true, my boy."

They looked up at him. "What's my designation? The space for it is blank, I think."

"Your name is Silver Sonic MK II," Eggman told them with pride, "my latest and greatest creation."

Silver's face lit up at getting their own name. "Sweet! I love it."

Eggman winced the tiniest amount at the Sonic-like inflection to the robot's voice. Silver caught it - they had been studying their creator's reactions readily. He tilted his head, confused by it. Had he done something wrong?

"Your target is Sonic the hedgehog," Eggman told him, gesturing to a picture of the hedgehog on his computer screen, "and you are to kill him." Silver turned slightly to rest on his elbow on his side, looking on with curiosity. He studied the picture for a long minute, seeming to process something - and then tilted his head in confusion.

"I'm lost. My files say that I'm the same as that hedgehog," Silver replied, pointing to the picture for a second, "am I supposed to be him?"

"Not exactly..." Eggman responded, sounding a little concerned.

Silver tilted his head the other way. "That's confusing. You want me to be him and kill him? How does that work?"

Eggman turned and walked to the other side of the room, mumbling to himself with his head in his hands. Silver tilted his head this way and that, trying to listen.

"I've created another one. Dear Chaos..."

Silver sat up at once. "What do you mean?" He got his arm caught in a bundle of wires and held it up sheepishly. "Oops..."

Eggman stopped, realizing that the robot had heard him. With a sigh, he walked back over to them and freed their arm. "Nothing, my son. It's okay."

"Have I done something wrong?" Silver asked, worried that he had disappointed his creator somehow. "Should I log that action as undesirable?"

"No," Eggman replied, reaching over to disable Silver's comm-link in his ear, "you haven't done anything wrong." He didn't verbalize it, but he didn't want Silver communicating with the other hedgehog-series. Metal was already unstable and he didn't want them planning anything together. After this, he turned to his computer and typed away at the command window, altering something in Silver's programming. Silver watched, confused, and a pit of fear started to form in his stomach area. He couldn't decipher anything about the coding, and that unknown made him uneasy.

"Uh... what are you doing?" Silver asked with a frown.

"Nothing important, my boy." Eggman told him. He made sure not to look at Silver, for his regretful expression would give him away.  Unknown to Silver, the program that would allow him to understand and use the coded speech between hedgehog-series was disabled.

"Oh. Okay..." Silver replied, uneasy. He messed with a wire that looped around one of his fingers, inspecting the red and blue closely. "What are these for? They feel funny... My pressure sensors are angry about them."

Eggman unplugged each wire one by one, avoiding the robot's inquisitive gaze as he did. "They just let me read your data on the system, it's nothing to worry about. You should be good to go without them."

Silver watched his face closely.

"Why are you sad?"

Eggman stopped. The fact that the robot was already recognizing something as complex as human emotion was incredible, and it startled him at the same time. He had intended for Silver to mimic organic emotions, which was already proving to have worked - but that meant he might end up getting as angry as Metal could. It was a problem, and he instantly regretted the decision to give him emotions.

"You'll understand when you're older, son," Eggman told him, forcing a smile over his turbulent thoughts.

"I don't wanna understand when I'm older. I wanna understand now." Silver replied, messing with a wire that had been attached to his leg. "Can you explain it to me?" He turned it over a few times and studied the end, looking into the connector with curiosity.

"Sometimes we have to do things that make us sad," Eggman explained, "and there's no other way around it."

Silver tilted his head the other way. "Oh."

"Listen, son," Eggman started, taking the robot's other hand in his, "I know everything is confusing right now. But it's going to be okay."

Silver met his eyes, puzzled, and he dropped the wire. "What do you mean?"

Eggman slowly released his hand and moved over to a console by his computer. "I need you to go back on standby."

Silver stared at him. "But... I only just woke up."

"I know."

Silver climbed down off of the table and stood there, hands raised as if about to say something, but stopped. He looked around instead, taking everything in, trying to make sense of things. The cogs turned in his head as he gradually pieced together what was happening. His optics came to rest on a cryotube for a long moment, and his "stomach" flipped and his face fell. He looked to Eggman in disbelief and confusion.

Eggman gave him a nod and motioned with his hand to the cryotube.

Silver froze.

"Wait...  Don't leave me there.  Please. Please. Don't."

Eggman didn't say anything.

"Dad? Why aren't you saying anything?"

Silver's ears started ringing. His temperature control systems shut off, leaving him feeling ice cold.

When he didn't get an answer and saw that finger twitch on the button to open the container's door, he knew he had to move. He took a step back, and then another, and then another. His back hit the wall and he flinched in surprise. Eggman followed after him to round him back towards the cryotube. In his fright and confusion, Silver sank down against the wall and stared up at his creator.

"Please don't do this. I'll do anything." Silver whispered, trembling despite himself. He put his hands up as if to push the man away, but found a hand on his cheek anyway. "Please. I'm so scared and I don't understand."

Eggman finally spoke, barely above a whisper himself. "I'll be back for you." He steeled himself and got a hold of his voice, firmness forcing its way in now. "I just have to make some changes to your software, alright?" He ran a thumb over Silver's cheek bolt a few times, trying to soothe him.

Silver pressed back against the wall as hard as he could. "D-dad, please. Please, please don't do this. I'll do whatever you want, I'll be good, I'm not gonna do anything wrong, I..." He tried to get up, but his knees were too weak and he sank back down. He shakily looked up at his father again and met his eyes.

He saw the guilt, remorse, and shame. But also the disappointment. And that was what destroyed him the most.

"Am I not good enough?" Silver whispered, his voice cracking painfully.

"You are." Eggman told him, trying to sound firm, but a distinct pain tinging his voice. "I said I'll be back for you. You just have to stay here for a while." With that said, he stood up and looked down on the robot. He pointed to the container.

Confused, scared, and hurt, Silver shakily stood up and obeyed his father. His father would keep him safe, he would come back, it would be okay. With his head low and engine hitching with his fear, he slowly walked over to the container and took a hesitant step inside.

As the glass surrounded him and the door clicked shut, he looked at his father. Eggman whispered an apology, turned away, and left the room.

Silver stared after him, brokenhearted. His hand slid down the glass as pain stabbed through his chest.

"No... Please don't leave me here."

"Please."

"Please!"

"No! No no no!"

"PLEASE! DAD! PLEASE COME BACK!"

The robot sank down to its knees. It didn't understand what these feelings were. All it knew was that they hurt. He hunched over, holding himself with his head pressed to the glass. He broke down sobbing, clicking into his armour for hours. And a fter long days of being alone, the pain only grew stronger. Loneliness, like long blades, prodded him from all angles. There were days that his processor felt electrocuted, so violently defocused, and the pain, the emotional pain, was all-encompassing - he simply existed out of a matter of hope, hope that his father would return for him. So he waited. And waited. But it hurt. It hurt so bad that he was sure it would never go away. He refused to put himself into low-power mode or even sleep mode, for he might miss his father's return.

Silver sat with his arms wrapped tightly around himself, desperately trying to soothe himself. He poured hours into reading and re-reading every file in his registry, taking in every piece of data like it was a lifeline. Anything to distract him from this loneliness.

He studied the hedgehog, turned over every detail, but nothing in him could find the desire to kill him. He tried, he did - maybe if he could become a murderous machine, his father would come back and want him again. He looked for something to hate and found nothing. Sonic was a good person. He identified with his traits. How was this supposed to work? He tried, again, and again, and again.

But he couldn't.

He looked at his reflection in the glass and saw the exact moment he realized nobody was coming.

---

"I've got you, kiddo, you're okay, you're okay."

Silver came to and realized he was crying. The arms wrapped around him with a false promise to never leave, they always left, they always would - and Silver couldn't bear that. He pressed his face into Sonic's shoulder and cried his "heart" out, completely overwhelmed. He didn't realize he was saying "don't go" over and over.

"You're okay. I'm not leaving you," Sonic gently told him, holding the robot tighter, "you're not alone."

Silver could barely talk, just above a whisper into Sonic's shoulder. "But I am, he left me, Neo left me, Mecha nearly left me, you're gonna, you're gonna... I'm such a fucking failure and everyone sees it and wants to run away, you're... you're..."

Sonic gently rested his hands on Silver's shoulders and pushed him to sit up. "Look at me, little guy."

Silver slowly lifted his head and let his gaze trail up to meet Sonic's.

"You're not a failure. From the second you came online, they knew they couldn't control you. And that scares them. Keep scaring them. Keep being you."

"But what if being me is bad... what makes me so important?"

"You're important to me."

"Why? Jus' a disappointment. Everyone knows it, why do you care?"

"Ya think I'd go through all this for someone I didn't care about?"

Silver looked around, taking in the reality of the situation - the fact that Sonic was risking himself all for him and his brothers. He slowly looked up to Sonic again.

"You're never gonna be alone. Whether it's your brothers or me, you're always gonna have somebody who's got your back. I promise." Sonic leaned towards him just a little, eyes genuine and kind. Once the robot was looking at him again, held out his pinky finger to them and smiled. "Promise me you'll never forget that. You're a hero like me, and heroes don't ditch other heroes."

Silver hesitated for just a moment. Then, he slowly smiled, reached out, and hooked his little finger around Sonic's in a pinky promise.

"I promise."

---

Silver made a habit of trading data for warmth. Like putting a penny into a meter, it lasted for five minutes, then he had to put another penny in.  Re-reading the same data over and over was tiring. It was fixed and unchanging, painfully permanent. And there was only so much he could read about "priority-one hedgehog" before he felt like he was going to die from boredom. So, he turned his attention to the outside world.  The only way to connect with the world outside was to research it.  So, he did.

He looked into a folder titled "hedgehog-series" and scrolled through it. He noticed the designations "Mecha Sonic" and "Metal Sonic" come up here and there, alongside many others -  Robo Sonic, Pseudo Sonic, Badnik Sonic, Silver Sonic MK I to name a few. All of them but Mecha Sonic and Metal Sonic were no longer active. Silver had to wonder what became of them. He stopped thinking about it, though, when he remembered his purpose. They were probably long dead by now. Would he be next on that list? The thought of it made him shiver.

He came out of the folder, but hesitated. A longing feeling formed in him. Wondering why, he went back to it and looked over Mecha Sonic and Metal Sonic's files again. They had impressive specs, similiar to his, and had the same purpose. He wondered what they were like. Had they been left alone like this too? Were they aware that he existed yet?

A new hope sparked in his chest, and he felt a small smile form on his face.

Maybe if he couldn't have a father, he could have brothers instead.

He held onto that.

---

A GUN helicopter circled overhead as the pilot looked for a place to land. Slowly, it descended to touch down, the wind from its rotors kicking up clouds of dust. As the rotors stopped spinning overhead, a familiar fox jumped out and called out to Sonic and Silver.

"Guys! Over here!"

Tails opened the sliding door in the aircraft's side and waved for them to come. Neo hopped in with Mecha and turned to watch Sonic and Silver approach, their path now safer from Silver's expertise with firearms. Suddenly Neo detected something, and his head snapped up. He calculated trajectories faster than the speed of an organic's thought, and he knew he couldn't leave the helicopter with enough speed to remove Sonic from the missile's path. Sonic was fast enough to outrun it, but his back was to it, and he couldn't hear it over the heavy rain and thunder, and he wasn't moving fast enough in that moment.

An old hatred rose in Neo, battling with his feelings for his brother. What was more important, after all? Seeing the hedgehog die, or saving Silver? The answer was obvious. Disgustingly obvious, in fact. But he knew he would have to say the hedgehog's name. He never spoke it. It was repulsive. But if he did nothing right now, both his brother and the hedgehog would die. Time was running out. Neo saw everything in sharp focus, optics flitting between the missile and the hedgehog over and over. He took a deep breath through his intake, dug his claws into the door frame as hard as he could, and yelled,

"SONIC!"

Sonic's head snapped up and he looked over his shoulder. His eyes widened for a second before he looked ahead and picked up the pace. The aircraft started to lift to avoid it, and Sonic dodged aside just in time - it went straight into the ground, narrowly missing him. Sonic skidded to his feet, spun around and ran for the helicopter. His strides shortened, gathering himself up to jump with Silver over his shoulder. Sonic jumped and reached for the edge of the doorframe. Neo grabbed his hand, an action that made him squint his optics in disgust, and yanked him up into the craft. Sonic stumbled onto his feet and set Silver down on the floor, panting. The craft took off higher and started off towards Chaos knows where - as long as it was far from this place.

Neo was at Silver's side in an instant, hovering over him protectively and cursing at his little brother's injuries.

"He'll be okay." Sonic offered his reassurance with a smile. "He was making terrible jokes the whole way here before he uh, passed out."

"Whoever did this will die by my hand..." Neo growled, clenching his fists as his temper grew hotter.

"Yeah, don't worry. They won't be messin' with him for at least a week." Sonic told him with a grin and a thumbs-up.

Neo looked up at him, surprised. After a moment of eye contact, he looked down and touched his brother's head with his optics shut.

"Thank you for saving him."

"No prob. It's what I'm here for." Sonic told him with a genuine smile.

"Are you..." Neo started to say, but then stopped. His optics brightened in realization at what he was about to ask and he sharply looked away with a scowl.

"I'm okay."

"Satisfactory."

Sonic dug a finger in his ear. "I must be hearing things. I thought I just heard Metal being considerate."

"Shut up hedgehog. I will maim you."

Silver stirred on the floor and promptly woke up. He looked up at Neo and Sonic and a grin spread across his face.

"So glad my bros are gettin' along..."

Neo startled at his brother's sudden awakening. He looked down at once to meet Silver's optics and found a smile in his own. He leaned down and pressed his forehead to Silver's, gently rubbing his injured arm to soothe the pain he knew his brother would be feeling. Silver reached up for a hug, and Neo gathered him into his arms without hesitation, nestling his face in his little brother's armour as he sat them both up.

"Tell him I said I love him and that if he ever gets killed, I'll bring him back just to kill him myself."

"The big guy says you should get exploded less."

Silver laughed and buried his face in Neo's shoulder. "That's definitely not what he said, but thanks." He pulled away a little to open the compartment on his arm, taking out a phone he had stashed on his way to the HQ. "Everyone get in. I found this and I want a pic." He flipped the phone so that it was sideways and opened the camera app, holding it up.

Mecha appeared from the cockpit and looked down at his siblings fondly, moving to sit by them. He noticed that Silver was struggling to hold the phone high enough, so he gently took it and held it up higher, getting everyone in the shot as Tails peered around the corner at them.

"Smile, or else." Silver instructed them.

"I am incapable of smiling." Mecha told him, hovering his thumb over the button.

"Shut up an' do it." Silver demanded with a laugh. He rested his head on Neo's shoulder and beamed at the camera, while Neo rolled his optics and held up a finger to replicate the classic taunt he would give to Sonic. Sonic gave a peace sign and grinned next to Silver, and Tails waved behind them with a smile.

Snap.

Mecha handed the phone back to Silver, who studied the picture with a genuine smile.

"Our first family photo. Is' so cute." Silver said adoringly, his tail wagging behind him. He flopped onto his back and looked at the picture for a while longer, holding the phone above his face. "Keepin' this forever. Oh, Mecha, you did smile!"

Mecha looked at him, puzzled. "I did not. I am incapable of such body language."

Silver looked up at him and laughed. "Look again." He turned the phone around to show Mecha, who peered down at it curiously. He studied it closely, looking for this apparent "smile", and suddenly he realized.

He looked happy.

The way his visor brightened, his shoulders weren't tense, and his head tilted ever so slightly to make sure that he didn't block out anyone else - it was his own version of smiling, and Silver and Neo saw it for what it was.

"Yes. I did."

---

"Men! Ceasefire!"

The door slammed open. Heavy boots marked the entrance of the GUN commander. He made way to the switchboard with haste. At once the soldiers manning it stood to attention and saluted, but one hovered their finger over the radio button, having just made a call.

"Sir?"

"You heard me. That's an order. Cease fire immediately." The commander ordered them with steel in his voice. "Withdraw all offense. We are not moving forward with this attack any longer."

"After all this?" The soldier asked, completely blindsided. They looked the commander up and down, noticing all the blood and bruises covering him, for a moment considering whether he was in his right mind to make such a drastic call. "But we have them in our sights, sir!"

"I never dreamed that I would make such a call," the commander started, forcing the soldier away from the switchboard now, "but I must. Let them flee."

"It's too late."

"I beg your pardon?"

"We already fired. It's too late."

The commander's face dropped. He stared out of the window in horror as he watched a missile head straight for the helicopter that had lifted away. It would hit. There was no going back now. All he could do was arrange to deal with the aftermath.

"Send our best medics and..." He paused, clearing his throat, "mechanics out. That's an order."

The soldier comm'd to request medics and mechanics, but had no luck. "Noone wants to go out there."

The commander grit his teeth and hissed through them.

"What have I done..."

Maria would hate him for this.

---

Mecha stepped back into the cockpit to co-pilot with Tails. The fox was much more confident with a fellow pilot by his side, and they shared fond looks before looking over the controls to get them going faster. But Mecha suddenly straightened. He tilted his head, listening for something, and then put out a scan - and to his horror, he detected something approaching them at an impossible speed. Just as he scrambled to his feet, disaster struck.

The second missile came for them amongst their chatter. It collided with the end of the craft, sending shards of metal and glass all over the compartment. With the sliding door still wide open, the helicopter tilted sideways and spun - and Sonic slipped. He toppled backwards, grabbing onto the doorframe with a hand - but he lost his grip in the rain and fell several hundred feet.

Neo froze. He heard Tails scream, and Mecha stumble into the compartment, and - even with his hatred, he somehow knew what to do already. Everyone in this place loved Sonic, and to have him die would destroy them. The hedgehog had rescued his brothers not just once, but twice, and had shown him kindness. It was disgusting. It was vile. It was the worst kind of insult. And it was the evil Metal Sonic's turn to be the one who saved someone.

Neo jumped.

As he plunged after Sonic, he saw everything in sharp focus - the ground coming, Sonic falling, the rain pelting them - and prepared to do what he thought he never would have done in a thousand years. He weighed far more than the hedgehog did, and soon met him mid-air. He wrapped his arms tightly around the hedgehog and went to boot his jet engine. It failed. Of course, it failed. So this was it. Neo tensed, waiting for that killer landing to come. He squeezed his optics shut and waited. It felt like forever but it came too fast at the same time.

Three.

Two.

One.

The two hit the ground and bounced several feet. Neo flipped himself so that he was on the bottom. On the second landing, he put himself on the ground again. If he was not, then Sonic would be dangerously injured. Neo felt things break internally. His damage percentage skyrocketed beyond comprehension. They bounced and tumbled and he kept shifting his weight to take the brunt of every impact.

Neo's consciousness deserted him on the last impact and the world cut out to black.

Several minutes passed and Neo awoke slowly. He was not in pain yet. But he sensed that there were multiple things very, very wrong with his body. He stared up at the sky, stunned and in shock as he tried to make sense of what he had just done.

Sonic lay beside him. "Metal..." He groaned and slowly sat up with his hand on his head. "What the hell? Why did you do that?"

The hedgehog was completely intact. Hardly injured at all, in fact. That was... satisfactory. Neo tried to say something, but all that came out was a static hiss. He tried to sit up and felt a mechanism in his back snap that should not have. He laid back down, defeated, and looked up as rain blurred what was left of his vision. Half of his screen was cracked, leaving him half-blind.

"I'm good..." Sonic grunted as he finally sat all the way up. He turned his head and finally looked down at the robot. His eyes widened in horror. "Metal..."

Forming words was too difficult, so Neo squinted his working optic in reply.

"You're hurt really bad."

- CRITICAL ERROR.

- THE INSTRUCTION AT 0X0000000025C2342B NEO SUPER FX DSP CHIP REFERENCED MEMORY AT 0X0000028384F4. THE MEMORY COULD NOT BE READ.

- CLICK OK TO TERMINATE THE PROGRAM.

- CLICK CANCEL TO DEBUG THE PROGRAM.

- DEBUG ERROR. ABORT() HAS BEEN CALLED.

Neo consulted his error report again. The errors went beyond the maximum number the readout could give. He stared at it for a long moment, and then just closed it. He felt nothing. It was just like every time before. All over again, Neo was in pieces at Sonic's feet, just like on the deck of the ship that had once been part of his kingdom. Only this time, it was by choice. How wonderfully, horrifically, disgustingly ironic. Under Neo's numbness, a cold, rational part of him knew that if anyone ever deserved death, it was him, the foul, evil killing machine that he was. He should have been destroyed long ago, and each time his body was seemingly broken beyond repair, it should have been the last.

- THIS APPLICATION HAS REQUESTED THE RUNTIME TO TERMINATE IT IN AN UNSUPPORTED WAY.

- CONTACT MANUFACTURER FOR GUIDANCE. UNSUPPORTED FILE DETECTED.

But there was one thing that kept him from that fate.

Suddenly he jolted onto his front and stared ahead in a panic. His working optic darted this way and that, searching for something in the mud and rain. He didn't register Sonic speaking behind him, hearing only muffled sounds. Without a second thought he scrambled to his feet, but fell back down. His CPU was shutting down in a critical error from the extreme trauma to it and he was running out of time. He forced himself up over and over again until he reached what he was looking for.

- THE PROGRAM CANNOT START BECAUSE NEO SUPER FX DSP CHIP IS MISSING. TRY REINSTALLING TO FIX THIS PROBLEM.

Silver.

He collapsed by Silver and reached out for his hand.

Silver weakly reached for him, too, and rested his hand by Neo's.

They didn't need to say anything. The rain pattering down on them and the stars glittering above said everything they needed to.

- CATASTROPHIC FAILURE (E_UNEXPECTED)

- A PROBLEM HAS BEEN DETECTED. INITIATING SHUT DOWN TO PREVENT DAMAGE TO THE SYSTEM.

Their fingers interlocked for the last time as they both shut down.

---

"Knowing how this ends, would you still have loved me?"

"Yes."

Neo started to walk away from him. "I'll never regret loving you."

"Even though it's killed you?"

"Especially with the fact that it's killed me."

"How can you say that?"

"I would die a thousand times if it meant I got to be your brother."

Silver's legs moved on their own, aching to follow his brother, but he willed himself to stop. "I'm sorry. I love you. This was my fault."

Neo stopped. "I'm sorry. I loved you more than I was ever supposed to. None of this is your fault."

"And how much were you supposed to love me?"

"I wasn't. I was never supposed to. You came into my life as an accident. But, Chaos... it was the best accident of my life."

Silver's optics rested on Neo, desperately aching for him to turn around. "We never stood a chance, did we?"

"No."

Silver gave a bittersweet smile. "We were too young for this, weren't we?"

"Yes."

"We were just kids. We should be having fun and watching the stupid sunset like we did that day we met."

"I think I understand why I watched the sunset with you, now," Neo said, "it exists only on the edge of its own disappearing, and yet, everyone loves seeing it. To be loved, you must first be seen. Love is not just a feeling. Sometimes it is a matter of seeing. Being seen. Being seen as something more than a fleeting moment. Being seen as something more than a weapon created to die."

"And you've always seen me when nobody else did." Silver said, his bottom lip trembling. "I see you for who you are... my big brother. You're not a weapon to me."

"And you are my little brother. I would do anything for you."

Neo continued to walk further away. This time, he said nothing.

"Wait!" Silver cried after him, reaching out for him with an outstretched hand. "Don't go. I want to hear your voice again. Please."

In the distance, Neo turned around. A smile came over his optics as he looked at his little brother.

"Be strong."

"I don't wanna be strong. I wanna be a kid..." Silver met his eyes. "Don't leave me." He started to run but it felt like he wasn't going anywhere. An endless race. His brother stayed impossibly far away. He let out a scream and ran with all he had. "Don't leave me! Please! You promised me!" He was sobbing now. "Please! Please! STAY! I CAN'T DO THIS ON MY OWN!"

The light blinded him, impossibly bright.

---

"No..."

"No no no no..."

Mecha took one step, then another. His mind screamed at him to run, but disbelief and terror ripped through him and stayed his feet.

He suddenly bolted as quickly as he could through the mud and rain to his brothers. He dropped to his knees in front of them and put a hand on each of them, already trembling.

"No..."

Sonic slowly walked up behind Mecha.

"I'm sorry buddy."

Mecha lifted his head and looked over his shoulder at Sonic, gathering his siblings' hands into his.

"Why..."

Sonic knelt down beside him. "It's gonna be okay."

"Why... Why..."

"I know buddy, I know." Sonic gently said. "It's gonna be okay, you'll be okay. They can be fixed."

Mecha didn't say anything. He slowly looked down at his brothers again, at the oil and parts spilled out around them, and something in him broke. He doubled over and held their hands to his chest, wishing he had just protected them. Saved them from this. The guilt, the fear, the hurt, the rage over this being done to them - it burned. Yes, they could be fixed, but it hurt so bad to see them so broken. They weren't disposable machines to be fixed. They were his brothers.

Mecha felt pain for the first time. He let out a scream of agony.

Sonic pulled him into his arms and held him tightly. "I know..." He shut his eyes to hide his own tears, and his ears flattened against Mecha's scream. Something about it pricked his heart somewhere especially sensitive. When Mecha continued, Sonic only wrapped his arms tighter.

Tails walked up behind them, his ears flattened and a hand up as if about to say something. He was unharmed apart from a few scratches and bruises, for Mecha had protected him in the crash. Hearing the seemingly emotionless robot scream like that brought tears to his own eyes, and without thinking about it, he fell into their hug and squeezed Mecha tight, wishing none of this had happened.

"I'm sorry." Tails whispered, holding Mecha tighter. "I'm so sorry."

As Mecha sobbed and screamed, Sonic reached out with one hand and rested it Neo's white arrow and closed his eyes.

"You've made some terrible decisions. You've hurt a lot of people. Hurt me. Hurt yourself. You've gone from one self-inflicted disaster to another. To that all I can say is... welcome to the family." Sonic smiled down at him sadly and brushed a thumb over the arrow, knowing now what it meant to him. He leaned down closer, now in a whisper.

"Maybe you haven't been good. But you're good enough."

---

Silver awoke with a start. He sat bolt upright and looked around in a blind panic. At first, everything was impossibly bright, and he stared blindly from wall to wall. His visual sensors came online a moment later, and he saw where he was.

Home.

Then he detected the pressure around his body and gasped in a panic. He stared up at Mecha, who looked down at him with concern clear on his expressionless face.

"W-Where's Neo?" Silver asked shakily. "Where is he? Is he okay?"

"He's here." Eggman gestured to Neo, who was laying on the other table.

Silver scrambled off of the table, not even stopping to see if he should move at all, and was at his older brother's side in an instant. "Is he alive? Please tell me he's okay. Please." He looked up at Mecha and Eggman with pleading optics. "He's okay, right?" The "adrenaline" kept him on his feet despite his myriad of errors that were working to repair themselves.

"He was badly hurt," Eggman told him carefully, "just like you were." He moved to show Silver the readouts on his computer. "We're still waiting for him to wake up. Give it some time, son."

Mecha gently rested a hand on Silver's shoulder. "He will return. As the doctor says, we must give them more time." As Silver wavered in front of him, Mecha carefully picked him up and held him to his chest, letting Silver rest his head on his shoulder. "You must rest. Your systems require ample time to recover."

Silver stared at the wall behind them in shock. He couldn't stop shaking. The two things he was most afraid of; death, and losing his brothers, had just cruelly slammed him into the dirt and then picked him back up again. Their cruel hands kept pushing him, and he swore he could feel the pressure on his back like knives.

"Where's Sonic? And Tails? A-Are they alive?" Silver stammered out, barely able to form words.

"Affirmative. They are safe and well," Mecha told him reassuringly, rubbing circles on Silver's back, "and they returned to their home to recover."

Silver hadn't the energy to respond to that. His hands wouldn't keep any tension in them, and when he tried to hold onto Mecha, they just opened back up again. He choked a sob and started hyperventilating.

Mecha moved to sit against a wall and held Silver close to him, continuing to rub his back soothingly. "You are safe. I have you."

"Why did this happen..." Silver whispered, ice-cold with his terror and trauma. The memories of what had happened came back to him in snapshots, and he felt sick at the sight of them. What-ifs raced in his head. What if he had killed the commander. What if he had done something differently. What if he hadn't surrendered with Neo. What if. What if. What if. "This is my fault. This is my fault. This is my fault. He's dead and it's my fault."

Mecha rested his chin on Silver's head and held him tighter. "You are not to blame for the events that have transpired." He gently hushed the younger robot, turning down his vocalizer volume. "We must await Neo's return as calmly as possible, for self-blame will not hasten the process. He is not dead, merely recovering, like you."

"O-Okay. I'll wait." Silver replied, burying his face into Mecha with a sigh. He was quiet for a moment before breaking again. "I died, Mecha."

"I know."

---

Several long days passed. Silver and Mecha kept a devoted vigil the entire time, making conversation between themselves to pass the time. The only time either of them left was to attend to some matter in the base, but they always returned as quickly as possible.

"I fold. You're too good at this." Silver complained, pushing his cards over to Mecha and resting his chin on his hand.

Mecha peered over his cards at Silver. "Would you like me to reduce the difficulty of this round? I can delay my processing speed by several-"

Silver pouted at him. "No thanks. I wanna win fair and square next round."

Mecha let out a laugh as he took Silver's chips. "Suit yourself, brother. Would you like to partake in a different game? Perhaps one that meets your requirements more sufficiently?"

The other robot practically lit up at the proposition. He leaned forward with a mischievous look. "You want to play one of my games?" He bounced up to his feet and slid over to a spare computer.

Mecha got up to follow and tilted his head to one side. "The game is inside the computer?"

Silver nodded with a grin. "Yes. I'll introduce you to the world of gaming, Mecha." He brought up the start menu and scoured it for anything that resembled a game. "Oh hell yeah, tetris! Oh, and snake! We've even got pinball."

Mecha looked over his shoulder. "This is gaming?"

"I'll make a gamer out of you yet. You hear that, Neo? I'm gonna train him to beat you so hard." Silver looked over to Neo with a grin, but it soon fell. He sighed sadly and looked away. "I wish you were here to see me kick their butt."

"Let us proceed with this "gaming" task. I am intrigued and wish to acquire more data." Mecha said to distract him.

Silver gave a nod and forced a smile back onto his face. "Alright. Say, I don't think we need controllers. We could like, mod this shit with our super robot brains."

Mecha tilted his head, puzzled, but soon got the idea when Silver fished out two USB cables from under the desk. He plugged them into the computer and then wired them up to both of them.

"Is this safe?" Mecha asked, studying the cable intently. "I do not wish to acquire any viruses from any source."

"Pssh, course it is. And anyway, if you did get one, then Neo could-" Silver stopped himself and sighed with frustration at himself. "Uh, you updated your software, right? So we're good to go. Viruses got nothing on us."

Mecha gave a nod in reply and watched as Silver scoured for a game for them to play. Silver settled on a shooter he found online and booted it up, moving from one foot to the other with impatience as it loaded.

"Loading screens. Always hated 'em." Silver lamented. "They're so slow."

"Much like yourself." Mecha taunted him nonchalantly.

"Error 404, fuck not given." Silver shot back, elbowing Mecha in the side as the game finally loaded. "I'm so gonna beat you."

"You may attempt to do that," Mecha said smugly, fixing his gaze on the screen with intent, "but know that you shall fail."

They played for all of ten minutes when something happened behind them.

Neo awoke on the table. He turned his head to look at the two robots across the room from him, scanning each one in turn. Mecha detected the interference and looked over his shoulder to find his brother's optics fixed on him.

"Trying to distract me so you can win? I don't think so-" Curiosity got the better of Silver and he looked over his shoulder too, finding Neo awake and looking at them both. He slowly unplugged his USB cable, reached over to undo Mecha's, and turned around. He couldn't believe it. His hands dropped to his sides and he gave a breath of disbelief.

Mecha and Silver were at their sibling's side at once.

"Welcome back, bro," Silver ventured gently, moving to rest a hand on the robot's head with a smile, "how was your nap?"

Having heard the conversation, Eggman strode in right away to see what was happening with the robots. He was surprised to see Neo had woken himself up already.

Neo sat up with an odd mechanical rigidness. He looked from Eggman to the two robots a few times before sliding down from the table to stand. But instead of greeting them, he just stared them down.

Instantly, something was wrong, and all of them saw it. There was no recognition in his optics - he should have been happy to see them.

"Neo?" Silver asked, taking a step back with confusion. "You good? It's us, your super awesome bros who've waited for ages for you to stop laying around."

Neo just stared at him, clearly processing something, but nobody was sure what.

Eggman cleared his throat and spoke up, hoping that the robot's systems were just still booting. "This is Silver Sonic and Mecha Sonic. They are your br-"

- Silver Sonic.

- Mecha Sonic.

- SONIC.

- SONIC. PRIORITY ONE HEDGEHOG.

Metal's optics brightened dangerously. Without any further warning he lunged for both of them, aiming a slash at their faces. Mecha grabbed Silver and pulled him out of the way before any harm could be done, quickly pushing the younger robot behind him. Silver and Mecha stared at him in disbelief. Slowly, Mecha moved to stand squarely in front of Silver with his head lowered protectively.

"What is the meaning of this," Mecha asked in a low voice, "brother?"

Metal glared at him with every ounce of hate in his being. He flexed his claws at his sides and started to circle around them, optics fixed on them like a predator. Just as he raised his arm to attack again, Eggman grabbed it and yanked him back.

"They're not your targets." Eggman firmly told him, tightening his grasp on the robot's arm.

Metal sharply glared up at Eggman, not believing him. They were Sonic. It didn't matter what they looked like. Any Sonic was as good as dead, for it was his one and only purpose. He would fulfill it at any cost.

Mecha took a step towards him. Metal caught the movement and reacted in a split second. He wrenched his arm away from Eggman, took a step towards Mecha, and slashed him across the face as hard as he could. Mecha staggered back and Silver caught him with a gasp.

Mecha reached up and touched his face to find four jagged gashes across his muzzle. He slowly lowered his hand and looked at Metal. They stared at each other, for a long, tense moment. Metal moved first, aiming his fist at Silver's face, only for Mecha to move to block it with his arm. A loud bang reverberated across the room, and Mecha looked at Metal over his arm, who glared daggers back at him and pushed against him. For a moment, Mecha saw that frightened, angry child behind those hateful optics, the one who had locked itself away and torn itself apart. He relieved the tension in his arm for just a second, enough for Metal to overpower him to deliver another blow, this time to the top of his head.

"That's enough!" Eggman barked and pulled Metal back once again, this time quickly moving to deactivate him. Metal crumpled into a heap on the floor, and for a second, Silver saw the confusion and fear in the robot's optics before they went out. Silver held the air in his intake in horror.

"What's wrong with him?!" Silver asked, barely above a whisper in his shock.

Mecha held a hand to his face as he knelt down by Metal. "I suspect that their recognition protocols are not working correctly."

"You don't say..." Silver responded with a sigh, following after Mecha. He placed a hand on Mecha's shoulder. "Are you okay? He got you pretty bad."

Mecha gave a nod. "Affirmative. My damages are superficial and will not impair my function."

Silver didn't let his freak out come yet. He took a deep breath through his intake, held it, and let it out in a sigh. He helped Mecha back up to his feet and studied his face closely, frowning at the circuitry exposed beneath the slashes in his face.

"Boys... it's best if you go for a while," Eggman told them, "I might be a while trying to figure this out."

Reluctantly, the brothers left together, and Mecha slung his arm over Silver's shoulder to keep him close.

Eggman knelt down to look at the deactivated robot closer. It was just as he had feared - the trauma to his CPU had caused massive memory loss.

"My son. My creation. My fault."

Eggman brushed a hand over Neo's white markings and bowed his head. He reluctantly switched the robot back on and was met by confused and angry optics glaring up at him.

"Forgive me. I had to do that," Eggman told him, helping the robot back up to his feet, "those two aren't your targets. You only have one person to go after, and that's the original hedgehog. Don't make that mistake again."

Metal gave a nod. He folded his arms and looked out to the doorway where the pair of robots had left. After a moment, he begrudgingly logged Mecha and Silver as "neutral" in his data log and closed it. Their mere existence was confusing to him. Were they supposed to be Sonic? He would prove that he was a better Sonic than they were.

The next few hours were long, tense, and confusing for all of them.

---

Hedgehog-series don't give up on family.

Silver repeated that like a mantra in his head as he looked for his sibling in the base. Following the signal, he turned the corner, only to stop dead in his tracks. He stared for a long moment in disbelief at the robot in front of him.

Metal was looking at his reflection in the window, paintbrush in hand - covering up his arrows with his original blue paint. Bright white markings made him noticeable. And, the real Sonic didn't have them, so why should he? It was illogical. It made far more sense to be all blue for his objectives. It would make him more like Sonic, too. He was Sonic, the real one, and he would prove that.

Silver scrambled over and grabbed his brother's shoulders. "H-Hey, what are you doing?" He spun Metal around and searched his face in panic. "Don't do that. Please."

Metal stared back at him, confused and annoyed. Why was this strange hedgehog-series so persistent? He shrugged Silver's hands off of his shoulders and stormed away. This other robot was such an annoyance to him.

Silver reached out after him but was too slow to grab him.

Metal didn't look back. He kept going to find someplace to be alone. He would not waste time interacting with this stranger, for his time was better-spent training.

Silver stood alone in the hallway, just listening to his sibling's metallic footsteps as they faded away. The room suddenly felt endless and empty around him. This space between him and his brother was only getting wider with every moment that passed, and it drove him mad with grief. And that grief for the loss of his sibling slammed into Silver all over again. Only this time, his deep sadness warped into something ugly and angry. It hurt so badly. He had hurt before, but never like this. He choked back a sob as he kicked the paint can into the opposite wall, where it clattered onto the floor and spilled over. He stomped on it several times before screaming with all of his pain and anger and smacking a fist into the wall over and over. After several punches, he slid down to the floor and hit his head against the wall, where he pressed into it and sobbed loudly and with all of his grief.

His brother had already died and this stranger was just wearing his mask.

Silver just wanted his big brother back. Not this stranger wearing his body. It was terrifying, and it destroyed him to see those last pieces of what remained of Neo slipping away.

"You pain in the ass... the real you would tell me off for doing this sort of thing." Silver murmured, referring to his brother. He shakily drew his hand back and opened it, and when he turned it over, he found that his knuckles were blackened from missing paint. He hissed painfully and pressed his head to the wall, voice dropping below a whisper now. "It should have been me. It should have. You didn't deserve this."

A familiar hand came to rest on Silver's shoulder. He knew instantly that it was Mecha. Before he could say anything, Mecha knelt down and wrapped his arms around his smaller brother, resting his head on his shoulder lovingly. Silver broke down in his arms and pressed his head further into the wall to hide his face. Mecha stayed quiet, instead gently rocking his little brother to soothe him.

"Grieve if you must," Mecha quietly told him, nuzzling his cheek against Silver's, "it would be unwise to disable these emotions."

"I want him to come home," Silver whispered, "we should all be here, together, saying fuck you to the world, having fun, bullying each other."

Mecha gently rubbed circles on Silver's arm with his thumb. "I know. But it will be alright. We will make sense of this, together. We always do."

"I want our brother back, Mecha," Silver murmured into his hands, "it hurts so bad. I'm gonna go crazy with how bad it hurts."

"I understand. I am hurting too." Mecha told him, tightening his hold on his little brother. "Perhaps we should partake in a distraction of your choice."

Silver tilted his head back to look up at him, smiling weakly. "Wanna go shoot some bad guys in a game?"

Mecha looked down to meet his optics. "Affirmative. Gamer mode: activated."

Silver quietly laughed and playfully slapped Mecha's nose with his hand, his mood lifting with Mecha's strong and unwavering presence.

"I'm a bad influence." Silver said with a snicker.

"We are simply related." Mecha told him, hooking his arms under Silver's shoulders as he stood to bring the younger robot up with him.

"I don't think being a gamer is genetic..." Silver replied with a snicker. He leaned into Mecha's side, letting the bigger robot support his weight.

"I was referring to your behaviour influencing my own." Mecha responded, putting his arm around Silver as they started to walk. "It is much like a virus in that it is infectious."

"We making trauma jokes now? You're killing me."

"Is that supposed to be- Affirmative. You died."

"Yeah, don't rub it in. You're imprisoning me here."

"Is that supposed to be- Understood. I was imprisoned."

"That makes two of us. Do you reckon my container was comfier than your cell?"

"I believe that you have that on lock."

"On lock, huh? I like that. It's like... being locked up. In a cell."

"Your intelligence knows no bounds."

"We're made with the same AI chip, loser."

"We will find out who the true "loser" is after this game."

"Oh, you're on."

Eggman pinged Mecha for his assistance with something. Mecha dismissed it. His time was better spent with his brother and helping him through this. He sent a pre-written message back to Eggman informing him that he was already occupied.

---

Hedgehog-series don't give up on family, even if days have passed and nothing has changed.

"Hey, Neo. Wanna go out to race or something?" Silver invited Metal hopefully. He tapped his fingers together and smiled.

The door slammed in his face once again. Silver sighed and turned away, shaking his head as he walked off. "Yeah, I thought you might say that, asshole."

"Stop trying to talk to him."

Silver looked up to find Eggman walking over to him.

"What? He's still in there somewhere, I'm not just gonna ignore him now that he's a bit different." Silver replied with a shrug to mask his dejection.

"Silver..." Eggman knelt down to the robot's level and sighed. "His memory is gone. There's nothing there. I'm sorry, but that's just how it is. If you keep going up to him like that he's going to attack you again."

Silver dropped his charade, letting a frown work its way onto his face. "You don't get it. He's still in there, he's just gotta remember. I've seen it."

Eggman placed a hand on the robot's shoulder. "I'm saying this because I care about you. Stay away from him. I've already looked through all of his data for anything we can do, and there's nothing. He's going to hurt you."

Silver's frown only darkened. "He never stopped trying to understand me. I'll get through to him somehow... I'm not giving up on him. I don't give up on family."

"Son. I'm sorry, but it's pointless. You just have to accept it." Eggman told him, standing up again. "You can't bring back lost data. It's gone. I'm sorry, I know it's hard to hear, but you have to let go."

Silver decided he had heard enough. He turned and strode away, hands clenched into fists at his sides and teeth grit now in a way that mirrored Neo almost perfectly.

It was then that Eggman saw it.

"Silver! Get back here!" Eggman called after him, seeing the robot's anger brewing as they walked back to the door that had shut in their face. He remembered seeing Silver come online for the first time, and his worries about Silver being as messed up as Neo, and it seemed that he was being proven right. At least, in his eyes he was. He couldn't understand Silver's trauma, for he had never lived it.

Silver stopped and glared at the floor. He turned his head slightly. "Or what, dad? Or what?"

"I'll be forced to put you back in-"

Something in Silver snapped. He turned on his heel, marched up to Eggman, and stared him in the face with a set jaw.

"Okay, I'm just gonna come out and say it. Why didn't you make me good enough to love, dad?"

Silence. He was learning to hate it. Silver's fingertips dug into his palms hard enough to scrape the paint away.

"You made me. You knew what you were doing. So why..." Silver's anger turned black. Cold. Hard. "What's wrong with me?" In a move that echoed his brother, he slammed his fist into the wall with a yell. "What the fuck is wrong with me?!"

Eggman remained silent.

"I just wanted to be your son! I wanted you to be my dad! And you gave up on me. You gave up on all of us! You're giving up on Neo when he's still standing right there in front of you! I don't care if there's no data. He's not just data. He's a person."

"I never gave up on you. You just... didn't come out the way I had planned. He did too. I can't fix that and I admit it. It might be for the best if he starts again this way."

"So I'm a fucking mistake now?" Silver set his jaw and squared up to his creator. His face was uncharacteristically dark with anger - anger that had no place on the face of a child barely two weeks old. "And you have no right to say what's best for him."

Eggman held his glare with a straight face. "You haven't been around long enough to look at me like that."

"Damn right, I've not been around long enough. I'm hardly two weeks old and I'm going through all this!" Silver grit his teeth as he moved closer. "You don't even know who I am. Who the fuck are you? I don't even know anymore!"

"You're pushing it, Silver." Eggman spoke down to him, a glare forming on his face now too as the robot accused him. "I'll ask you once. Stop."

Silver laughed mockingly. He threw his arms out to his sides and stepped closer. "Why don't you just say what you think? That all of this is my fucking fault!"

Eggman scowled down at him, the stress of the situation and the robot yelling at him making him snap. "You know what, Silver? It is your fault."

A cold silence reigned over them both for a long minute. All at once, Silver saw that disappointment on his creator's face all over again. And he laughed.

"Thank you." Silver stepped back, smiling. "Thank you for finally being honest, for once in your life."

"It's your fault. You and your childish behaviour got you into every mess you've ever been in. Is that what you want to hear?"

Silver laughed in his face. "Oh! That's rich! If you knew any of the shit I've been through, you'd take that back. None of it is childish. I died. I've been through hell and you've never cared to ask about any of it! You're nice to me once and that suddenly makes you father of the year?! You repair me when I need it and you expect me to call that parenting? That's the bare minimum!"

"I've tried my best with all of you." Eggman told him firmly. "It's not easy being a father to three killer robots. You don't understand that... You might understand when you're older."

"You ever stopped to wonder why your robots betray you so much? Maybe you should look in the mirror. I don't need to be "older" to get that being a dick to your own family will make you unpopular." Silver snarled up at him.

"Look. Metal betrayed me once. And then you and Mecha made him worse. If you hadn't tried to turn him into something he's not, this never would have happened. You all went gallivanting around with the hedgehog, the one person you're supposed to defeat. You treated all of this as a game and look what happened! I try my best with all of you, but you push your luck."

"Oh, so this is a game now? Prepare to play by yourself, 'cause player two just quit."

A violent slap across the face nearly sent him headlong. Silver reached up and held his cheek in disbelief and shock. He was rendered silent for a long moment as he processed what had just happened.

"... You hit me."

A twinge of regret flashed on Eggman's face. He remembered hitting Mecha before, too, and his regret doubled. "Yes. You're not listening to me and I'm out of options with you. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that to you."

Silver slowly looked up at him. "Fuck you."

"Silver, you're my son, and I won't see you go down the same path as your brother. I care about you, I just want you to understand."

Silver's hand slid off of his cheek and fell to rest by his side.

It clenched into a fist, a shaking, angry fist, and he stared his creator in the eyes with a depth of rage he had never felt before.

"I am nobody's son."

He walked away.

Sometimes we have to do things that make us sad and there's no other way around it.

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Metal had locked himself in the training room on the other side of the base by now. As an assassin, it was best to work, train, and operate alone. He didn't need anyone else. Other units were a mere distraction from his purpose. So, it was very strange to him that these unusual hedgehog-series robots kept insisting on pestering him. Perhaps they were faulty. He didn't care to scan them to find out. It would be a waste of RAM space to do that, and he only needed to focus on one thing - training, becoming better, to beat that hedgehog.

The robot held his fist to the wall, having made a dent in it. A perfect performance, as usual. So... why did something feel off? He couldn't place it. Disregarding the feeling, he shrugged it off and turned away. That was when a strange image loaded itself in his visual systems. He huffed through his vents and begrudgingly looked at it, frustrated that something as trivial as memory was hindering his training progress-

A memory?

He paused, lingering on the picture. It wasn't clear, not at all, and all he could really make out was a robot pinned against the wall by another robot. And the emotion attached to the file was... anger. Anger and fear. What could possibly make him afraid? Nothing could, he decided. Nothing but failing to defeat the hedgehog. It had to be a glitch. Yes, that was it. He dismissed it and went back to his training. It would be dealt with and eliminated later, for glitches would hinder his progress in defeating the hedgehog.

Behind him, the door opened.

Metal spun around to face the door and glared at it as it opened. He had locked it! Nobody else had access! To his surprise and annoyance, Silver walked in and locked it behind him. Of course, Silver still had alpha command access, just like his brother did - Metal wouldn't know that.

"You want to train to beat Sonic so bad?" Silver asked, walking right up to him. He stopped when he was almost nose-to-nose with Metal, looking him directly in the optics. "Let's go. Just you and me. Sonic copy to Sonic copy." If just talking wasn't going to work, he would try to get his brother riled up. Maybe that would bring something back.

Metal gave him a long, confused look. This robot just kept throwing itself at him over and over, and for what? Did it want to be destroyed that badly? Was it intending to beat the hedgehog before he could do it? Was it trying to prove that it was the real Sonic instead of him? Completely thrown off and irritated, he just stared at Silver with brightening optics as his frustration brewed.

"Out of all the other 'bots here, Metal..." Silver began as he backed up, "I'm probably the only one who can keep up with you one-to-one." He started to walk in a wide circle around the other robot, who stayed put - mirroring how he had circled him before. He walked slowly until he came to a stop behind his brother, where he stayed. Metal didn't fear this stranger, not one bit, and he wasn't about to come off like he did - so he didn't even look over his shoulder at him to see what he was doing.

This standoff between them lasted for a full minute.

Silver watched his brother closely. He knew just how lightning-fast the other robot was when he wanted to be, and if there was anything left at all of Metal's old personality, he knew that the robot's ego was too big to let another Sonic copy start with the upper hand. Just as predicted, Metal suddenly spun around and went to slash at Silver's face - but Silver was already gone. Metal stumbled to a halt and whipped around to find Silver standing behind him.

"Too slow," Silver told him with his arms folded and a shrug of his shoulder, "you're rusty. I expected more from you, princess Neo."

Metal narrowed his optics at the other robot challengingly. Just who did it think it was? He straightened and flexed his claws with intent to use them. As Silver predicted, Metal's ego was hurt.

"I know you remember. You just need to keep trying," Silver told him, circling around him again, "because I see it every now and then."

Metal started to follow, keeping his optics fixed on this apparently insane Sonic copy. He couldn't make sense of what it was talking about.

"You always had a thing about throwing yourself into combat," Silver continued, pausing for a moment, "especially when me and Mecha were involved. You didn't care about the consequences, you just saw that someone was gonna get hurt, and acted. You're just as impulsive as I am. I think it runs in the family."

A glint of repulsion flashed in Metal's optics at that. Being compared to some inferior make was insulting. He continued to move, not caring that Silver had stopped.

"That's the thing about you, Metal..." Silver continued, walking in a slow circle around him once again. "You think that nobody can beat you. Not permanently." He watched Metal's expression carefully. "You think you don't need anyone. You think you can do all of this alone." He slowed down, seeing the confusion in the other robot's optics. "But the truth is, loneliness kills you. You're dying inside."

That hit a nerve, and Metal wasn't sure why. Anger blinded him all at once. Metal lunged at him and took a swipe at his middle, but missed. Silver hopped out of the way and stepped around to stand behind Metal, where he held him in a headlock.

"There's not many things that you want. And even with that, you feel like you don't deserve them." Silver said, lower this time. He leaned closer to his brother's ear. "You don't think you deserve to live, either. But to die would mean that the hedgehog wins. Am I right?"

Metal wrenched himself free and went for him again. This time he kicked Silver's legs out from under him before he could react, pinned him to the floor, and glared in his face. Silver stared up at him, unafraid.

"You know how I know that? You know how I know that's a nerve I just hit?" Silver asked, his heartache clear in his voice. "Because I know you. I know you feel everything..." He glanced up to the half-painted arrow on his brother's forehead. "And I know you're in pain right now. You think you gotta be alone, but deep down you don't want to be. And that's ruining you. It's tearing you apart. But you don't have to be alone. Don't shut yourself away like this. Don't hurt all alone."

Metal's anger boiled over. This robot had some nerve telling him who he supposedly was and throwing out accusations like that! He balled his hand into a fist and went to punch Silver in the face, but Silver caught it and pushed back.

"And you know how I know what you're gonna do?" Silver asked quietly, watching how Neo's optics brightened more and more with rage. "You're my big brother." His grip started to weaken, and he just laughed before choking and breaking into a sob. "You're my brother!"

Metal's fist overpowered Silver's hand and struck his cheek. Metal took the opening and slammed his other fist into the younger robot's face, and then the other, and kept going. Once he grew dissatisfied with his attack pattern, he relented, only to grab Silver by the arm, slam him into the wall, and hit him again and again.

Silver eventually managed to catch both of his fists and pushed back, shaking with the effort. Neo was strong in any form. He knew that very well. He looked up to meet Metal's blazing optics that looked down on him with disgust and disdain.

"You're my big brother," Silver repeated himself shakily, "and this isn't your fault. I know the real you wouldn't do this. The you who got better. The you who learned to care about people." He felt his grip weakening again, and he struggled to keep holding on. "And you're always gonna be my big brother. I don't care who or what you become." He felt Metal's strength falter a little and pushed back harder, finally moving Metal back just a little. "I don't care. You can't just erase brotherhood like that. You don't just forget love like that."

Metal stared him down with a mixture of confusion and... pain? His strength weakened again, and Silver put him back a few steps. The two continued to push each other.

"You know who taught me that?" Silver asked him, smiling shakily as oil ran down his face. "You wanna know?" He pushed Metal back a third time.

Metal kept watching the other robot's face intently.

"It was you," Silver told him with a sob, "it was always you!" Now he overpowered his older brother. As Metal released him and stumbled back, Silver was the one to land a single punch to Metal's chest. But before he could put any power into the blow, he slowed down deliberately and his knuckles hit the other robot's armour with a soft "clink." He hung his head and tried to stuff down his pain, but he couldn't. "It was always you..." When Metal didn't hit him or push him away, he slowly lifted his head to meet his confused, pained optics.

Metal couldn't understand. He just looked down at the mess of a robot in front of him, finding deep down that he should feel something about this. Somewhere deep down, it all meant something. But, what it was, he couldn't figure out. It left him confused and aching and defensive.

"I miss you." Silver whispered, slowly withdrawing his fist from his brother's armour. He held Metal's optics for a long moment. "And I love you."

A short silence. Oh, how he had come to hate it.

"I'm sorry that everyone let you down like this," Silver murmured, desperate to fill the silence with something, "you didn't deserve this. None of us did. We're just kids. We're all just kids trying to survive."

Metal just stared back. A glimmer of pain came over his optics at that, and Silver caught it.

"I wish you could tell me where you are now... There's something in a living being that can't just disappear. I know it's dark out there, but you're out there, somewhere. I'd like to let you in, let you come home. So when you find that light, don't wait. Run back to it. I'll be waiting for you, however long it takes." Silver gently told him. "Come home soon, okay?"

Metal's confusion only grew stronger. That something deep down kept stirring. Had he really lost his memory? It didn't make any sense. There was nothing before all of this, right? Right?

As much as it ached to walk away, Silver reluctantly turned and took a few steps towards the door. "I love you to death. I just wanted you to know that." He stood by the locked door and lifted his hand to unlock it, but stopped. He looked back over his shoulder at Metal and smiled sadly. "Please, don't forget that. Ever. That's all I ask."

Metal didn't outwardly react.

Silver hadn't expected much else. He sadly sighed and shook his head, turning to give one last, long look to his brother.

"I'll never regret loving you. Goodbye, Neo."

The door closed behind him, and Silver stood alone on the other side.

He had to let go until Neo was ready to remember.

More than that, he would leave before anyone else could leave him.

Silver took a deep breath through his intake and walked away. He walked in silence, staring straight ahead, not willing himself to look back. This was done. It was over. There was nothing to gain from looking back at his shell of a sibling. Not right now.

In the silence, Silver walked into a storage room. He picked up the toy gun his father had given him. After that, he went to the repair bay and took a toolbox and took a few tools from it. He grabbed some cans of paint, packing them into a bag that he strapped over his chest and over his shoulders. He moved on to the weapons room, taking a rifle and a sling, which he put over his shoulder in an off-side drop position alongside the toy one. He stopped for a moment to paint "Silver Sonic" in orange onto the real one, making it his own.

He made no attempt to speak to anyone as he walked towards the exit, not even to look for Mecha, and he kept walking until he found himself outside. It was raining, and storm clouds rolled in over the sky in a myriad of greys and dark blues. Raindrops blurred his vision intermittently.

Silver carried on. He went far past the boundaries of the base he called "home." Industrial buildings turned to dead fields, drained of life from the pollution of the base. He tried to ignore it. He endured, walking further, almost forgetting that he was a robot capable of flight. Fields turned to a forest, at the edge devoid of life, but deeper within, rebirthing was all around him, plants everywhere coming back to life. A cynical part of the robot dismissed it. He came to a stop in a clearing, where he would be well and truly alone. He didn't want anyone to see him, not right now.

Don't shut it out, because it'll come knocking later on and it'll take what you owe it.

He stood in the center of the clearing, just looking straight ahead. Slowly, his hands clenched into fists. They shook. He reached up to touch his cheek and held his hand there, where Eggman had hit him. His lip threatened to tremble, so he bit it. The clicks threatened to spill out and he stuffed them back down, muting his vocalizer. The more he struggled, the stronger the pain became.

It'll come knocking later on and it'll take what you owe it.

He started hyperventilating, and his hands shakily came up to his head. The reality of everything he had experienced made his head reel. It was all too much for him to cope with. No, he couldn't lose it, he shoved the hurt back down and tried to steel himself against it-

It'll take what you owe it.

A bolt of lightning lit up the sky above him.

It'll take what you owe it.

Silver screamed as loud and hard as he could.

He collapsed to his knees and sobbed and screamed with all of his heart.

Don't shut it out. It'll take what you owe it.

#fanfiction #metal sonic #hoo boy. #sorry in advance if ur about to look at this #gaming the trauma away <3 #something about things coming full circle #something about how you dont owe your parents anything if they were shit to you even if they do nice things every so often #something about setting boundaries and not letting people step on you #HOW CAN I BE FINE WHEN EVERYTHING IS CRASHING WHY DO YOU CROSS MY MIND WHEN FIRE BURNS AROUNDDDDDD #MEEE #SO HOW CAN I BE FINEEEE WHEN EVERYTHING IS CRASHING? #WHY DO YOU CROSS MY MIND WHEN FIRE BURNS AROUND ME? #I'M FORCED TO WALK YOUR LINE I SHOULDA WALKED AWAY #CUS MAYBE THEN YOUD SEE THE DAMAGE THAT YOU DID TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!! #having silv finally stand up for himself was cathartic also. #like yeah put him in his place lil dude. pro gamer move. #cries. #sobs. #screams and farts. #also? 14k words? am i okay? #no. <3 #I WISH THAT THINGS COULD BE DIFFERENT. IN A PERFECT WORLD I DONT HOLD A GRUDGE AND WE FIND THE LOVE THAT YOU WASTED. #I TRY TO SLEEP BUT IT BOTHERS ME I'M LEFT TO WEEP AND I FEEL EMPTY. #BUT WHATS DONE IS DONE SO I'LL SPARE MY LUNGS I WONT LET IT BRING ME DOWNNN #I WISH YOU'D RIGHT YOUR WRONGS BUT THAT PRIDE #IS WAY DOWN IN YOUR DARK SOUL #I'M WAITING FOR THE GUILT TO DIE CAUSE I NEVER GOT THE CHANCE TO SAY GOODBYE.

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Out Of Time ~ 101

MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 3,620ish

Summary: The team hunts down Ultron and takes a hit.

Y/N was in her room, getting ready, when a knock sounded at the door. She had her back turned to it but could hear it open.

“I swear, Tony,” she grumbled. “If you and Steve—“ She stopped when she turned around and saw Natasha, arms crossed and leaning up against the wall. “Oh. Hey, Nat. What can I help you with?”

“You could start by telling me what’s going on,” she responded.

“I don’t know what—“

“Cut the crap, Y/N. Something’s going on. Steve and Bruce told me about why you can create portals. The Tesseract. That makes me want to assume that you also have some sort of connection with the scepter.” Y/N closed her eyes and sighed. “You do. You have a connection.” Nat stepped closer to Y/N. “What is it? Why do these things want you?”

“I don’t know, Nat. Honestly. I’m just as confused as you are… I’ve been told I’m being saved for something.”

“Saved?”

“Something is going to happen and for some reason I’ll be an instrumental part in it all. But I don’t know when or what that is.”

“Your connection with the scepter? Did it… Did it give you any abilities?”

“Yes… I can… I can read and control minds.” Natasha stayed silent for a few moments, simply nodding as she took everything in. “Nat, you have to understand that I’m not making any of this up and that I didn’t ask for this.” Y/N began to panic, the weight of everything suddenly crashing down on her. “I didn’t want this,” Y/N cried. “I didn’t want this life. Any of it.” 

Nat rushed over and pulled Y/N into her arms. “I know you didn’t… I know…”

“I don’t know what to do, Nat… I… I don’t want this…”

“Shh… I know, Y/N/N. I know.”

“And Steve and Tony, they don’t understand. They don’t want me to come because of it. But I have to. It’s my job to make it right.”

“It’s not your job.” Nat pulled back, making sure Y/N was looking at her in the eyes. “It’s our job. And since when have you let Stark and your brother stop you? I will support your decision to come.”

“Thanks, Nat.” Y/N pulled her back in for a hug. “I’ve missed you. I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch like we used to.”

“It’s on us both. Nothing like a end-of-the-world scenario to get friends back together.”

~~~

Y/N appeared in the quinjet as they were crossing the Atlantic. She stayed in a corner, avoiding Steve and Tony. And every time one of them tried to get near her, Natasha would step in their way, giving them a threatening look.

The salvage yard was the home of many rusted ships. On of them housing Ulysses Klaue, the man the team was searching for. As the team entered one of the ships, the realized Ultron was there as well.

“—understand. Don’t compare me with Stark!” Ultron spat, kicking Ulysses Klaue down the stairs. “It’s a thing with me. Stark is… He’s a sickness.”

“Ahh, junior,” Tony commented as him, Thor, and Steve appeared. Bruce stayed back in the quinjet and Clint, Natasha, and Y/N snuck onto the other levels. “You’re gonna break your old man’s heart.”

“It I have to.”

“We don’t have to break anything,” Thor stated.

“Clearly you've never made an omelet.”

“He beat me by one second,” Tony commented.

“Ah, this is funny, Mr. Stark,” a young man appeared. From what Y/N could remember, his name was Pietro Maximoff. Him and his Twin, Wanda who showed up beside him, volunteered to be experimented on. “It’s what, comfortable? Like old times?”

“This was never my life.”

“You two can still walk away from this,” Steve told them.

“Oh, we will,” Wanda responded.

“I know you’ve suffered.”

“Uuughh!” Ultron groaned. “Captain America. God's righteous man, pretending you could live without a war. I can't physically throw up in my mouth, but—“

“If you believe in peace, then let us keep it,” Thor stated.

“I think you’re confusing peace with quiet.”

“Yuh-huh. What's the Vibranium for?” Tony asked.

“I'm glad you asked that, because I wanted to take this time to explain my evil plan!”

Suddenly, Ultron’s own Iron Legion bots came out of no where and started attacking. Ulysses men also began fighting them. The team, obviously, fought back.

“Thor! Status?” Steve called over the comms.

“The girl tried to warp my mind,” Thor answered. “Take special care, I doubt a human could keep her at bay. Fortunately, I am mighty…” He trailed off though.

Y/N was suddenly on high alert, realizing that Wanda was using her powers on the team. The young woman appeared in front of her, a red glow in her eyes and coming from her hands.

“We can help you, Wanda,” Y/N said. “We don’t want to hurt you.”

“You already have,” Wanda replied.

Wanda threw her arms towards Y/N, the red glow rushing towards her. Not being able to dodge it, the red entered Y/N’s mind. Shocked that that was even possible, Y/N stumbled back onto the floor. Suddenly, her vision was filled with darkness. Slowly, six spots, each a different color, appeared. The Stones. They floated around until a gold gauntlet appeared and each of the stones found its place on it. The fingers of the gauntlet snapped. Y/N looked around as dust flew around her and the horrified cries of many filled her ears. 

“This is what you must stop,” a low, gravely voice stated as the dust and cries continued. “What you must fix… This is what you were saved for.”

“But I don’t want to!” Y/N yelled, in her vision and out loud. “I don’t want to! Take it back!”

“Whoever’s left standing, we gotta move,” Clint shouted, trying to get someone’s attention. “Guys?

Tony was busy trying to get the Hulk under control, who had made an appearance thanks to Wanda. Clint was the only one left in the ship, who hadn’t been affected by Wanda.

“Natasha, I could really use a lullaby,” Tony called over the comms.

“Well, that's not gonna happen. Not for a while,” Clint responded, kneeling in front of Nat who was still stuck in her vision. “The whole team is down, you got no back up here.”

“No! Take it back!” Y/N screamed. Clint snapped his head towards the sound.

“Y/N?!” Clint called, now extremely worried.

“Y/N?” Tony repeated. “What’s going on?”

“I’ll handle the team, Stark. You get Hulk.”

“Please! You should have let me die!” Y/N continued. “Just let me die!”

Tears streamed down Y/N’s face as her vision continued to show dust and screams. Clint hurried, with Natasha in his arms, to the quinjet. He brought it closer to the ship before going back in again. Steve basically woke up from his vision as Clint was rushing up the stairs.

“I don’t want this!” Y/N screamed again.

“What—what’s going on?” Steve said to Clint, trying to gain some of his senses back.

“The witch got into everyone’s minds,” Clint responded. “Everyone’s been pretty quiet except—“

“PLEASE!” Y/N yelled. 

Steve was up with Clint as soon as he heard his sister. They ran towards her screams. They found her in a corner, trembling, and crying.

“Y/N,” Steve called, crouching down in front of her. “Y/N, it’s Steve.”

“I don’t want that burden,” Y/N whimpered. “Please take it away.”

“I’ll get Thor,” Clint stated. “You got this?”

Steve nodded, keeping his eyes on his sister, before Clint took off to find Thor. Steve held out his hands to try and calm his sister. But he honestly had no idea how to. Her eyes were open, but she wasn’t there.

“I’m going to pick you up now,” Steve stated, hoping that Y/N could hear him. He picked her up and over his shoulder.

“No!” She screamed, hitting and kicking Steve. “Let me go! Fine! Fine! I’ll do it! Just don’t let them all die! Please don’t let them die!”

“Y/N, I need you to wake up.” Steve headed to the quinjet. “I don’t know what she did to you. But it can’t be good.”

Y/N fought the whole way to the quinjet. Steve had to strap her into a seat for her safety. He sat down on the ground beside her, worn out and hurt by what he had been forced to see himself. When Tony and Bruce returned, Bruce refused to talk or even look at anyone. But honestly, no one was talking to or looking each other in the eye. Y/N was still trembling and whimpering, clearly still wrapped in whatever Wanda had shown her. (Or really, the Stones.) Her eyes were still glazed over when Tony approached her. He couldn’t stop the hurt expression that formed when she flinched away from him. Clint got them into the air while Tony called Maria.

“The news is loving you guys. Nobody else is,” Maria stated. “There's been no official call for Banner's arrest, but it's in the air.”

“Stark Relief Foundation?” Tony asked.

“Already on the scene. How's the team?”

“Everyone’s…" He looked back at the team, spread out around the quinjet. “We took a hit. We'll shake it off.”

“Well for now I'd stay in stealth mode, and stay away from here.”

“So, run and hide?”

“Until we can find Ultron, I don't have a lot else to offer.”

“Neither do we.” Tony switched off the monitor, ending the call. He sighed as he got up and made his way over to Clint. “Hey, you wanna switch out?”

“No, I'm good,” Clint answered.  “If you wanna get some kip, check on your girl, now's a good time, cause we're still a few hours out.”

“A few hours from where?”

“A safe house.”

Tony nodded, confused, but decided to let Clint be. He turned around and headed over to his girlfriend. As he sat down beside her, he noticed that her eyes were closed. Her breathes where uneasy and there was sweat forming on her brow.

“What did she do to you?” He whispered, wiping off her forehead.

Tony unbuckled Y/N, carefully, and pulled her into him. He couldn’t tell if she was asleep or not, but it didn’t matter as long as she wasn’t in distress anymore. He held a kiss to her temple.

“It’s going to be okay…” He whispered. “We’re going to be okay…”

~~~

Clint landed the quinjet in a field. He grabbed Natasha, helping her out of the quinjet, as the others followed behind. Y/N was barely aware of her surroundings as Tony helped her out of the quinjet. Clint led them towards a large farmhouse. 

“What is this place?” Thor asked.

“Safe house,” Tony answered.

“Let’s hope,” Clint responded. He opened the door, the others still following. “Honey? I’m home.” A very pregnant Laura Barton walked din from the kitchen. “Hi. Company. Sorry, I didn’t call ahead.”

“Hey,” she replied, kissing Clint.

“This is an agent of some kind,” Tony reasoned, holding Y/N tightly to him as he spoke to Thor. Y/N smirked, glad to have been in on the secret.

“Gentlemen, this is Laura,” Clint introduced.

“I know all your names,” she smiled. 

The men of the team just stared, with Tony using his free hand to wave awkwardly. Footsteps could be heard coming closer.

“Ooh, incoming,” Clint smiled. Cooper and Lila Barton ran into the room.

“Dad!” Lila squealed.

“I see her!” Clint picked up Lila and kissed the top of Cooper’s head. “Hey, buddy! How you guys doing?”

“These are… smaller agents,” Tony continued, trying to make sense of it all.

“Look at your face! Oh, my goodness!”

“Did you bring Auntie Nat?” Lila asked.

“Why don’t you hug her and find out?” Nat smiled. Lila rushed towards her aunt, who picked her up.

"Sorry for barging in on you,” Steve awkwardly apologized.

“Yeah, we would have called ahead,” Tony added, “but we were busy having no idea that you existed.”

“Yeah, well, Fury helped me set this up when I joined,” Clint replied. “He kept it off SHIELD's files, I'd like to keep it that way. I figure it's a good place to lay low.”

“Mr. Stark, you can take Y/N to an upstairs bedroom,” Laura said. “There’s some clothes from the last time she visited.”

“Thanks, Laura,” Y/N said softly.

“Wait…?” Tony looked down at Y/N. “You knew about this?”

“She needed a place to stay and recover after you threw her out a few years back,” Clint replied. 

“I—“

“Tony,” Y/N called, calmly and softly, “right now is really not the time.”

“Right. I’ll just… we’ll just head upstairs.”

~~~

Y/N let the hot water burn her skin as she stood still underneath the shower head. She couldn’t get the imagines and sounds from the vision out of her head. A soft knock on the bathroom door took her away from her thoughts.

“Honey?” Tony’s worried voice come from the other side. “You okay in there?”

“Yeah,” she responded. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

Y/N finished cleaning herself up and got changed before she exited the bathroom. Tony was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for her.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled.

“You’re good, honey,” he responded, standing up to meet her. “You o—“

“Don’t ask me if I’m okay. I’m… I’m not. But I really don’t want to talk about it right now. I’m sorry. I just can’t.”

“Okay, okay. Is there anything I can do?” Y/N shook her head. Tony nodded. “Come here.” She willingly came into his arms. “I love you. And whatever she showed you wasn’t real. Okay?”

“Okay,” she whispered.

“I’m going to go take a shower. Will you be okay being alone for a second?”

“I’ll be fine. I’m just going to lay down and try to get some rest.”

“Good plan.” Tony kissed her forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

~~~

“Thor didn’t say where he was going for answers?” Tony asked as him and Steve were outside chopping wood.

Laura and Y/N were sitting on the porch with Lila and Clint was fixing up the porch with Cooper. Y/N was watching and listening to her brother and boyfriend.

“Sometimes my teammates don't tell me things,” Steve answered Tony. “I was kind of hoping Thor would be the exception.”

“Yeah, give him time,” Tony suggested. “We don't know what the Maximoff kid showed him.”

“Earth's Mightiest Heroes… Pulled us apart like cotton candy.”

“Seems like you walked away all right.”

“Is that a problem?”

“I don't trust a guy without a dark side.” Tony swung his axe down. “Call me old fashioned.”

“Well let's just say you haven't seen it yet.”

“You know Ultron is trying to tear us apart, right?”

“Well I guess you'd know. Whether you tell us is a bit of a question.”

“Banner and I were doing research.”

“That would affect the team.”

“That would end the team. Isn't that the mission? Isn't that the "why" we fight, so we can end the fight, so we get to go home?!” 

Steve torn a log in half with his bare hands as a phone beeped beside Y/N. She watched as Laura looked down at her phone and stood up. Laura made her way down the porch steps and towards the two men chopping wood.

“Every time someone tries to win a war before it starts, innocent people die,” Steve continued. “Every time.”

“I’m sorry,” Laura interrupted. “Mr. Stark, uh, Clint said you wouldn't mind, but, our tractor, it doesn't seem to want to start at all. I thought maybe you might—”

“Yeah, I’ll give her a kick,” Tony replied. “Don’t take from my pile.”

Tony sent Y/N a smile as he walked over to the barn. Laura came back up the steps and sat next to Y/N.

“What’d you send him to do?” Y/N asked.

“To talk to someone,” Laura answered.

“Talk to someone? Who?”

“Fury.”

~~~

Y/N went back inside not too long later. Still tired from the vision and trying to process everything. She sat on the couch and looked around the room.

“Hey,” Steve greeted, coming to sit beside her, “you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Y/N shrugged. “I miss this…” She looked around. “The domestic life.”

“We haven’t had that in a very long time.”

“I know.” Tony entered the house, pausing behind the wall as he herd the twins talking. “Doesn’t mean I can’t miss it.”

“Did you want this, with Bucky? A home? A family?”

Y/N sighed. “I did. And for a moment there I thought I was going to have it.”

“Do you want it with, Stark?”

“I… I don’t know… I don’t know if he wants it.”

“Doesn’t that worry you? That you don’t know if he sees a future with you?”

“We’re both too busy saving the world. I don’t know if we’ll get there.”

Tony didn’t know what to think. Y/N didn’t know if she wanted a future with him? She doubting that he wanted it with her? Yes, they never really talked about it, but… he was hoping that she was planning on being with him forever. Tony was planning on being with her. 

“I honestly don’t know how you’re with him,” Steve said, shaking his head. “Especially after—“

“You don’t understand. He was shown something down there, just like the rest of us have seen. He was doing it to protect the world, to protect us. So that we could have a chance at a future.”

“Still, he should have told us.”

“Yes, he should have. But that doesn’t mean it’s all his fault.”

~~~

After dinner, the team was gathered around, listening to Fury talk.

“Ultron took you folks out of play to buy himself time,” Fury stated. “My contacts all say he's building something. The amount of Vibranium he made off with, I don't think it's just one thing.”

“What about Ultron himself?” Steve asked.

“Ah. He's easy to track, he's everywhere. Guy's multiplying faster than a Catholic rabbit. Still doesn't help us get an angle on any of his plans though.”

“He still going after launch codes?” Tony asked, throwing darts in the room over.

“Yes, he is, but he's not making any headway.”

“I cracked the Pentagon's firewall in high school on a dare.”

“Yeah, well, I contacted our friends at the NEXUS about that.”

“NEXUS?” Steve repeated.

“It's the world internet hub in Oslo,” Bruce explained, “every byte of data flows through there, fastest access on earth.”

“So what’d they say?” Clint asked.

“He's fixated on the missiles,” Fury answered, “but the codes are constantly being changed.”

“By whom?” Y/N wondered.

Clint quickly threw a dart across the room. It narrowly missed Tony’s face and hit the center of the dart board he was playing on. Tony looked at Clint with a ‘did you really just do that’ expression. Clint just shrugged it off.

“Parties unknown,” Fury said.

“Do we have an ally?” Nat asked.

“Ultron's got an enemy, that's not the same thing. Still, I'd pay folding money to know who it is.”

“I might need to visit Oslo, find our ‘unknown’,” Tony said.

“Well, this is good times, boss,” Nat said, “but I was kind of hoping when I saw you, you'd have more than that.”

“I do, I have you,” Fury responded. “Back in the day, I had eyes everywhere, ears everywhere else. Here we all are, back on earth, with nothing but our wit, and our will to save the world. So stand. Outwit the platinum bastard.”

“Steve doesn’t like that kind of talk.”

“You know what, Romanoff?” Steve responded as she smiled mischievously at him.

“So what does he want?” Fury asked.

“To become better. Better than us,” Y/N answered. “He keeps building bodies.”

“Person bodies,” Tony said. “The human form is inefficient, biologically speaking, we're outmoded. But he keeps coming back to it.”

“When you two programmed him to protect the human race, you amazingly failed,” Nat commented.

“They don't need to be protected, they need to evolve,” Bruce remembered Ultron’s speech. “Ultron's going to evolve.” 

“How?” Fury asked.

“Has anyone been in contact with Helen Cho?”

~~~

“I’m going with Steve to Korea,” Y/N told Tony as soon as they were alone. “Ultron most likely as the scepter there and I need to be the one to handle it.”

“I knew you were going to say that,” Tony sighed.

“Are you going to try and stop me?”

“No….”

Y/N furrowed her brows. Tony seemed down, more down than usual. “What’s wrong, Tony?”

“Nothing.”

“Tony…” Y/N reached up and forced him to look at her. “What’s wrong?”

“I want a future with you.”

“W-what? Where’s this coming from?”

“I might have heard you and Cap talking—“

“Tony. I—”

“I didn’t mean too! But it got me thinking, I haven’t allowed myself to express my desire for a future with you because I’ve been… well, uh… for a lack of a better word… terrified… Still am… But I want it. I want a future with you.”

“Oh, Tony.” Y/N pulled his face down, kissing Tony lovingly. “I want one with you too.”

“You do?”

“I do. But we can’t talk anymore about it, right now. We need to get Ultron settled with. I can’t get my hopes up in case anything happens.”

“Nothing’s going to happen.”

next chapter >

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[doomstonee]

YOU SEE THIS MAN??

A FINE MAN

MARRY ME PLEASE

Chargeman is the 38th robot master that Rock fights, he has a bellicose and straightforward personality, ready to fight on a whim. Surprisingly, he loves to tell old folk tales and stories, just make sure he isn’t busy, he also doesn’t like new trends that much. He is the cheapest robot master that Wily made, when he found out, his personality became a bit twisted. He was made to hoard and send supplies to the Wily base.

His attack is the Charge Kick (or tackle, depending on the media piece). The name of the attack explains all. He was made with a highly efficient engine, which generates a lot of heat, as a result, when he executes his attack he expels an unholy amount of heat which burns the victim and negates most attacks. He also shoots flaming coals out of his smokestack, which also burns.

In the megamix he is shown to be friendly, because he works at a amusement park, and cares for the customers in the park. In Dark Moon, he helps the Light Bots and even tries to get them away from the stardroids.

(Now for my headcanons and bs)

He doesn’t mind gender, as long as they can stay with him (he’s panromantic asexual)

He doesn’t mind what you go by either, as long as you tell him (my hc is that Gravity is a he/they and Napalm is a demi-boy, he supports his brothers despite their shenanigans)

He acts like a disappointed dad most of the time, and isn’t afraid to show it

He is reserved about many things, making it hard to learn anything about him

The best way to befriend him is to listen to his stories and ask him about them, it’ll take a while but it’s worth it

He’s highly protective with whoever he loves, also very cuddly in private

When a whole RM line is made, Wily will give the robots a shared personality trait that makes them noticeable and it easily designates them, in the events of MM5, Wily made the line to hoard money and resources, which made them materialistic and thrifty

Whenever he talks, smoke comes out of his mouth, which makes him look like he’s constantly smoking

He coughs a lot for some reason

He’s highly aggressive and may have killed a couple of people

If he was a human, he would be plus sized, about 6’5, and have many freckles

He has a rather deep voice, rarely sings too

Closing remarks about this man is that he is perfect in my eyes

(I’m sorry for posting this I’m a major Chargeman simp and have so much fanart of him, half of my old sketchbooks are full of Chargeman art)

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[rahleeyah]

So let's take a step back. Far right extremists latch on to "democrats are child sex traffickers/murderers" as a cause du jour (pizzagate was 2016 can you believe?) A very real problem - sex trafficking - becomes a dog whistle for neo nazis and q-anoners. It bleeds into the national conversation. Websites like Backpage get targeted in the name of protecting kids, which maybe it does, while also hammering sex workers. Sex workers start looking for other places to build businesses. Apple, with a chokehold on the mobile app market, goes on a puritanical spree to eliminate sexy content from its apps. To protect the kids, of course. Tumblr gets removed from the app store bc there was a thriving sex-interested community here, and scrambles to remove anything even vaguely sexy, including female presenting nipples and several pictures of my pet rabbit. Sex workers - and just! People who like sex in general! - go in search of somewhere else to make a living and create content. Again. They go to onlyfans, turn it from nothing into a billion dollar company, but onlyfans "can't attract investors" with all that sexy content, so they decide to kick the sex workers out. Again. You know what happened to Tumblr when they banned sexual images (or tried to, I promise you there are naked people on my dash at this very moment)? Usage of the site plummeted, along with its valuation, and left them desperately scrambling to find some way to make enough money to keep the lights on. What is gonna happen to onlyfans without sexual content? How many people use it for non sexual reasons?

Now. I do happen to believe it almost impossible to consume traditional porn ethically; it is almost impossible to know if the actors were plied with drugs or forced into situations they didn't initially consent to or were otherwise coerced or abused and the business is full of those stories. But onlyfans? By and large most of those creators are in business for themselves, and in charge of their creative directions. It provides them with agency. It provides them with a means to control their own income, on their terms.

But we can't have that, can we? We can strip a woman down and force her into uncomfortable, revealing clothes and positions for big budget movies, but we can't have her deciding to do that for herself, can we? We can make art out of her trauma but we hem and haw when she demands respect. Companies can make millions of dollars on their backs and then throw these women away like they're nothing. Corporations, CEOs in big cushy offices raking cash in hand over fist can shit all over the women who made them rich; it is inherently classist. And misogynist; no, not all sex workers are women, not by a mile, but that is the way our society understands this business to operate. The women do the work, the men pay - or get paid - and the women are punished.

The rise of this neo-puritanism (which has also infected the left, make no mistake about it) hurts women, hurts sex workers, and gives young people no option to turn to for exploring the concept of sex but the traditional porn industry or mainstream media, and god the damage that does is quantifiable. There is data on this, on the rising trend of sex related injuries that boil down to "well I saw it in a porno and they looked like they were having fun", bc the porno didn't show the prep work, or didn't care that the acts it was showing were violent and abusive.

We need a public discourse about sex. We need access to different presentations of what sex is, or can be. We need protections for sex workers, instead of continually forcing them into smaller and smaller corners, where the risk gets greater and greater. Sex is not evil! Sex is not bad! Sex can coexist on a platform with other kinds of content without eroding the moral purity or whatever the fuck of that platform. No one was forcing Tumblr users to look at porn (well except for whoever runs the porn bots, which are very much still here) and if a tumblr user doesn't wanna see it then they can take some fucking responsibility and use the tools that are available to shield themselves from it.

Same fucking thing with onlyfans. It's a subscription based website; no one is encountering "sexual nudity" by mistake. But paternal, puritanical, pearl clutching corporations wanna dictate the content we can and can't consume.

This is censorship, plain and simple, and it is and always has been a slippery slope. Every inch of ground given is a loss of freedom. Corporations are taking charge of what we see, using algorithms (make sure you have best stuff first turned off on your Tumblr) to curate our experiences, steering us in whatever direction will make them the most money. I am thinking now about that expose about how the reporter could track a right wingers descent into q anon madness through his Facebook likes. Each click dragged him deeper and deeper into that hole until there was no way out.

Do I use onlyfans? No! But this continuing tend of throttling sex based content is alarming to me, and I don't know how we turn back the clock but holy shit. Bodies are not shameful, and sex is not repugnant, and the more we act like it is the more damage we do to our national psyche.

[votederpycausemufins]

And this is the end of the story. Sort of. I’m going to do one or two more ‘chapters’ that are more just... you guys send me asks about the story and I’ll compile them into a chapter or two. it can be stuff like ‘i didn’t fully understand this’ or ‘can you tell more about that’ or ‘what if X happened instead.’ I’m also doing this on the Ao3 side since more people have been commenting there, but you can still use my inbox or leave messages on this post itself, whatever works for you.

Of course, all this is possibly due to the Hermit!Tommy au being created by @petrichormeraki

Mumbo groaned as he woke up, most of his body aching for some reason. Looking around, he was glad to see he was in his own bed at least. Next to him, curled up in the covers was Jrumbot who seemed to be hooked up to his redstone chargers. Mumbo patted his son’s head before pushing himself up so he could look around.

Grumbot was propped up in a nearby chair, also asleep and charging. The door to the room was cracked open and Mumbo could hear voices coming from somewhere behind it. His eyes were then drawn to an item frame with a mask of his robot skin. At least it seemed to be similar if not exactly the same. Most likely Grian had hung it up because he sure didn’t himself.

Mumbo dragged himself out of bed and walked towards whoever was talking. Getting closer, he could recognise Tommy and Grian’s voices, but there seemed to be a third person there as well. It was probably someone from Tommy’s old world, so Mumbo wasn’t too worried.

Before he could quite tell what exactly they were discussing, they stopped as Grian noticed Mumbo walking their way. “Mumbo! You’re awake!” The avian went over and hugged Mumbo before pulling him over and using the redstoner as something to lean against, nearly pushing him over in the process. “How are you feeling?

“Like I got crushed working on a redstone project with pistons. What are you wearing?” Mumbo saw Grian’s Watcher mask, not having seen it before.

“Oh this? Well… uh, you hit your head pretty hard back there, what do you remember?” Even though the mask covered Grian’s eyes, he could tell that the avian was sending glances to Tommy and the other person in the room.

“I remember up to confronting Dream after we got you back. But much after that is a bit fuzzy. I still remember bits and pieces of course.”

“Told ya.” The unfamiliar voice spoke and Mumbo finally got the chance to turn and look where their guest was sitting. He almost drew his weapon when he saw them, but he held himself back.

“Why’s Dream here?” Mumbo hazarded a glance back to Grian, hoping for an answer but Tommy was the one to answer instead.

“Not Dream, this is Drista. She’s Dream’s sister but she’s cool.” Mumbo accepted that answer as he could see the resemblance with their taste for similar mask styles.

“Yep, sorry about that. You panicked and attacked and I clocked you over the head.” Mumbo frowned at her cheerful tone but then Grian spoke and drew his attention away from the girl.

“As for the mask, while I’m mostly fine, there’s still some stuff I’m recovering from and the Watchers panicked since someone was able to mess with me and gave me a prescription for these. I might even keep them because it helps me not go crazy when in a Watcher State.”

Mumbo nodded, glad for the explanation. Then he turned his attention to Tommy. “Tommy? I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier. I wasn’t in a good headspace at the time. I of course can’t recall everything I was thinking at the time, but either way, I want to apologize.”

Tommy just rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Grian told we what shit was going on since he talked with you. It doesn’t fucking matter.”

Mumbo started to open his mouth to reply, but Grian stopped him. “Can you go wake the kids? They’ve been charging for a while and I think they’ll want to be up now that you’re awake.” The Redstoner hesitated, but did agree and headed back to his room. Once he was far enough away, Grian sighed. “That was close.”

“I’m sure he won’t have a complete mental breakdown if you bring up the VGs.” Drista said, leaning back against the wall behind her. “If anything happens, just slap the mask back on and then pull it off, it should pull it away.”

Grian crossed his arms, wings folding tightly behind him. Even though they couldn’t see his face well, he still looked down to the ground. “It still doesn’t feel right. He essentially is always going to have one part of his life he can’t remember.”

Drista gave an exasperated groan. “Oh stop complaining! He wanted this because he wanted to stay with you for whatever reason. He can always just stay a Vault God and you can never see him again. How’s that sound?” Grian was quiet. “That’s what I thought. Welp, now that we know he’s fine, I’m out of here.” And then she was gone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tubbo didn’t stay with Crumb and Sparklez for too long, needing to get admin training from Xisuma with Ranboo. Xisuma would not admit to a single person how many times he needed to take something for the headaches he got from teaching the two of them, but after interacting with the other smp members, he was perfectly fine with the current pair.

The smp island didn’t last long as members griefed it so many times that Scar finally threw his hat down and said he wouldn’t fix it anymore. He tried two more times after that, but it was the principle of the matter. The area was moved further away to a larger chunk of land that wasn’t too close to anyone’s base so that way the smp members could still have a place to start in Hermittown but also have areas to expand to. Most people went back and forth, though Philza seemed to be taking up a permanent residence in the town. 

Grumbot went to visit his grandpa once, but he quickly was given the rule of not being able to go alone after that when he immediately tried to set up an election for mayor of the town. Techno tried to attack him, but he forgot the details of Grumbot being a robot, specifically one that had extensive knowledge of political figures, and Techno being both a former prince and an anarchist, the bot had a good idea of how to defend against the warrior. He still needed repairs when Grian arrived to scold him, but no one died.

After Tubbo had learned enough from Xisuma, he went back to traveling around with his dad and Crumb. It would never be longer than a week, but it was painfully obvious when he was gone as Tommy would seem down. At the very least there were a few times that Tommy was able to go along with Tubbo to see the sights.

Tommy and Mumbo eventually warmed up to each other again, mainly because Grian forced them to do more things together. They finally seemed to officially be on good terms after dragging a few smp members into Hermit Challenges together.

Grian attempted another war, which started poorly as the smp members jumped to conclusions and escalated on their own. Tubbo and Ranboo had to step in to stop it for the hermits to give them a rundown of how wars worked on the server. There were a few hiccups after that, but for the most part, things went well.

After Hbomb had first gotten a tour of the server and had seen Cub’s base, he ended up mining a large amount of ancient debris and making a wall of it on the smp side as a social experiment. It lasted longer than he thought, but still didn’t last all that long. After a few weeks he made a second one and was pleasantly surprised to see it stand longer than the first had.

With Dream gone, things started to calm down for the smp members, but a number of them still tended to wake up thinking things were back how they used to be. Mumbo ended up buying a space close to Odea and making a therapy shop which did quite well. He was also pleasantly surprised to see the Odea store suddenly getting sales as the smp members seemed to actually want the services.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Grian sat on the railing on the balcony of his mansion, right under the large G. Next to him was Tommy and they looked down at the two teams of four people doing a barge box quest. Grian specifically wanted two hermits and smp members on each team for a better balance and he had even reduced the prices for the smp members specifically. Sure it was a competition, but really Grian wanted the two worlds to get along.

“Didn’t Scar say you did this in the last one?” Tommy looked over at Grian who didn’t take his eyes off the people below.

“Hmm, sort of. It’s a little different. They’re placing blocks instead of putting them in the chest. Mumbo helped with the redstone for it. It cycles placing blocks inside so you can’t just take them all out and not do anything. There’s a delay once the last block is out so after a short bit they’ll get their note saying where to fly to next.”

Tommy nodded, glad Mumbo wasn’t the one telling him this and making it sound even more complicated. “How’s he doing by the way? That war got a little crazy near the end.”

“He’s fine. I made up some excuse for the mask. Accidentally overcharged it with Watcher magic so only for extreme emergencies.”

“Sorry for being busy end-busting.”

“Not your fault. It sounds like it was fun.”

Tommy laughed. “Yeah, Tubbo only tried cheating once. Xisuma noticed almost immediately and called him up to scold him. I didn’t even realize he was doing it in the middle of a fight.”

“Speaking of, why didn’t Tubbo bring you back when he teleported home to deal with things?”

“So we could continue once he was done with that. We want to kick back and relax, not get in another war.”

“Oh, I see how it is. Our wars are too good for you!”

Tommy and Grian laughed until Grian noticed one group start flying off, the second group not that far behind. “Alright, time to head to the third checkpoint. You want a head start before I beat you there?”

“Hey Big G, that’s not fair. You got those fucking wings of yours.”

“That’s why you get a head start.” Grian smirked, making Tommy realize what was about to happen and he immediately jumped off the balcony and used a rocket to propel himself in the direction of the next checkpoint.

“See you later bird boy!”

“Not if I get you first!” Grian yelled back. He would give Tommy a few minutes, but then the gloves were off. He loved how grumpy Tommy looked when he carried the blond while flying. And any chance to make a little game of it was something Grian liked. “Alright, that’s enough time.” And then he was in the air, flying off towards his brother.

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