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lover-of-villains · 2 days

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No Way Out * Vin/OC, Chris/OC, Ezra/OC (part 1)

Summary: The world has changed. That fact became clear when the dead began to roam the streets. When they brought down the living, and then those living died and turned. All Buck and Chris want to do in the chaos is protect their own, possibly with the aid of others. But they will all soon learn that not everyone is a safe harbor. Sometimes, the living are worse than the dead. AU based on The Walking Dead.

Warnings: alternate universe, multi-OC fic, zombie apocalypse, apocalyptic AU, graphic depiction of violence, allusion to smut, reference to past sexual assault, gun use

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(Larabee Ranch, Denver, CO)

"Should try to get some sleep."

"You first."

"Ain't tired."

The snort that escapes is something Sam cannot seem to stop, even if she is not entirely capable of turning to look her newfound companion in the eye. Not that she could see him fully anyway, with the only available light coming from a few flickering candles just inside the door leading out to the porch.

Stars and moon obscured by clouds, the night is almost utterly dark. Quiet. Eerily so. It might have been beautiful, if the reality behind it wasn't so intent upon hiding in the shadows.

Sam can feel her jaw tightening as she contemplates that reality. As she feels the gentle brush of an arm moving against her own, before the contact is lost just as quickly.

The world had changed. Tilted on its axis, where nothing that used to make sense remains.

She never meant to stay this long. The plan had always been to get home. Get her things. Morgan's things. Make sure their brothers knew they were together. Play the game of running off on some half-cocked road trip together, rather than admitting what they were truly running from. And then leave.

But then, Chris had been shot. Comatose. Near death. He is still in the hospital. A hospital that is likely overrun. And leaving?

Leaving is no longer an option.

Fingers tightening around her arms where she holds them firm across her chest, Sam suppresses a wince as her fingernails scrape against bare skin. Her ears strain for any hint of someone, living or dead, approaching from the darkness, but Sam hears nothing. Absolutely nothing.

It's slowly driving her crazy. The silence. No power. No phone. Any and all means of communication just—gone. Six weeks, and nothing. No change. Even the radio broadcasts urging people to stay home, avoiding major cities and roadways until the outbreak, or whatever the hell it is, was contained were no more.

Something is causing the dead to come back to life. To roam the streets, hungry for anything they can latch on to. Anything they can latch on to, and turn into still more of—them. And even though Sam thought it was all just some sick attempt at a joke to incite panic at the start, now that she's seen it with her own eyes?

She wishes more than anything that it could all just be a dream.

Wanting more than anything to divert her thoughts, despite knowing she really cannot succeed, Sam allows her eyes to slip closed. Tries for a steadying breath, until the effort stalls with a choked sound coming from somewhere inside her chest. Her brow furrows, and she tries again, only to achieve the same result.

The warmth of a calloused palm registers against the skin of her arm, and Sam recoils instantly, eyes snapping open, while her lungs finally manage to drag in a singular gasp of air. She reminds herself the face she is staring at is familiar. It does not belong to the man she and Morgan buried behind her father's cabin. It does not belong to the husband and wife she used to call neighbor, before a visit to check on them had nearly cost her her life.

Her mind screams at her that the man eyeing her warily, with hands held out to show no ill will, is Vin. Vin Tanner. Her brother's colleague. A friend. But all Sam can hear—all she can see—is the face of Agatha McCreadie, mouth opened in a snarl as the corpse that once belonged to the elderly woman she'd always considered a friend tried to snap grinding teeth against the skin of her neck…

"Hey—hey, easy. You're here, Sam. You're home."

"I can't—"

"You're home," Vin repeats, risking a step closer to Sam, in time to see the flicker of true horror behind her eyes before she has the time to stow it away, "Nothin's gonna touch you here."

"You don't know that."

"Dead are in the city. Reckon it'll be a while 'til they come lookin' out here."

"And we shouldn't be here when they do," Sam counters, eyes dropping to where Vin's hand is once again inching towards her arm, while her body instinctively seems to shy away, "Morgan and I shouldn't—"

"You two ever plannin' on tellin' me why you think you can't stay?"

Dread coils in Sam's gut in response to the inquiry, rendering her capable of nothing more than shaking her head, her fingernails once again digging into bare skin whether she wants them to or not. Again, the images of a man's body flash behind her eyes, and bile burns at the back of her throat.

It takes every last ounce of strength she possesses to hold her tongue, but she does. Her lips thin into a line, and her jaw winds tightly enough to crack, but no confession escapes. It can't.

She and Morgan had promised. No one could know what they had done. It was safer that way, if anyone came asking questions.

But just a look at Vin's expression shows that he isn't entirely ready to let the matter go. And Sam knows that leaves her with only one choice at hand.

Taking control of the conversation herself.

"Chris is in the city too."

"I know."

"Then you'll let me come with you when you go."

"Like hell I will," Vin protests, already anticipating Sam's impending remark, and moving to cut her off before she can put it to words, "Need someone 'round here capable of handlin' a gun."

"Morgan can shoot just as well as I can. You know that."

"Yeah, an' then there's safety in numbers."

"Says the man intent on goin' into Denver by himself."

"Sam—"

"Don't," Sam mutters, turning away from Vin, and allowing her gaze to roam the land extending beyond the porch, to the treeline at the edge of the path leading down to the barn, "Just—just don't."

"Don't what? Try to protect you? Morgan? Your sister?"

"Stop—"

"Because I ain't plannin' on stoppin' that any time soon."

"We aren't your responsibility, Vin! We never were!"

The exclamation comes out before Sam can even attempt to stop it, and Sam can see the pain that flashes in Vin's expression whether she truly wishes to or not, and she hates it. She hates the knife of guilt that digs beneath her skin in response.

She knows he is only trying to help. That he blames himself for what happened to Chris, and this is only one of his ways to try and make amends. But even then she cannot bring herself to take the words back. Not when every bone in her body all but screams at her to move.

And Vin is prohibiting her from doing exactly that.

"I'm not takin' you into the city, Sam. Need to get in an' out fast."

"I'm not fast?"

"That ain't what I mean, an' you know it," Vin sighs, watching as a muscle in Sam's jaw tightens, while her gaze returns to a point in the distance that he cannot quite define, "Sadie needs you. You, and Morgan."

"I'm not the one she needs."

Aware of the weight of Vin's gaze on her, Sam turns to face him once again, her own expression holding a challenge that all but dares him to disagree. Even not knowing the truth, he would have to be blind not to notice how, every time she tried to help her sister, she only seemed to make things worse.

Sam can recall the joke she often shared with Chris. That their younger sister was the best of them. Always had been, and always would be. But now, Sadie barely spoke. Barely ate. She existed as a shell of her former self, and nothing Sam or Morgan did made any difference at all.

Sadie needs Chris. And Sam knows that allowing for his continued absence, willingly or not, is just one of the myriad of ways she is failing her sister at every turn.

"You're doin' the best you can, Sam," Vin says, once again pulling Sam from her own inner musings, and prompting yet another snort of open disbelief not long after, "We all are."

"Gonna go check the horses. Tell Morgan I'll sit with Sadie once I'm back."

When Sam sets off before he can say a word on the matter one way or another, Vin is left with little choice but to remain on the porch to watch her go, a frown pulling at the corners of his mouth because he knows nothing he says or does right now will stand a chance at bringing her back. He wishes there was something that would convince her to come clean. To tell him what the hell had driven her and Morgan back to the ranch with a dead-eyed Sadie, with all three refusing to say a word about it.

He'd tried. Hell, Chris had tried, before the day he and Vin had driven off to the precinct, only for one of them to make the journey back on their own. Vin can still remember the heated arguments Sam had thrown at her brother while Morgan remained planted firmly between Chris, and Sadie's closed bedroom door.

After that, there just hadn't been time. There hadn't been room to even think about forcing Sam and Morgan to sit down and talk to him, when it was apparent that both of them—all of them—were far too worried about Chris. And then the world had fallen apart. Infrastructure had dissolved, and the dead roamed the streets threatening anyone foolish enough to cross their path.

Sam is no longer visible, having already disappeared in the darkness leading to the barn, and that reality coupled with the direction of his own thoughts serve as enough to steel Vin's resolve to get into Denver sooner rather than later. To get Chris out if he can, or at worst, find out if what they've all been dreading is actually true.

Get in. Get Chris. Get back to the ranch, and then make a plan for where they are going to go next. That is all that matters.

And as much as he might hate leaving other matters to the side, Vin knows anything else will simply have to wait.

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blueempty · 2 months

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Heres a pic of my fish because I'm sick and didnt go outside today

Idk what I'm sick with but I wouldn't be surprised if it was just a stress thing. I was gonna go get milk and eggies cuz we're out but i felt bad and also apparently its gonna rain for like 48 hours straight starting yesterday lol. Today was pretty good even though I dont feel great. I played more Star Ocean and Onimusha like I have been. I defeated the infamous water puzzle in Onimusha. That game is the thing that finally pushed me over the edge into learning about Japanese history. I was like okay, why the fuck is Oda Nobunaga depicted as satan so frequently, and the answer is he was the first dude to go "All City" in Japan back in the day. But I'm gonna learn about every fuckin character who appears in Sengoku Basara cuz I wanna know

We finally played more Dokapon after a few months of taking a break and I can not even describe the ways I have been slighted. I fucking killed Rico Jr., survived TWO attempts on my life while transporting the princess back home, and then the other person that has been losing with me fuckin killed me as a darkling and then rolled a 1 to step onto the castle after I got like 6 bad rolls in a row, AND they gave me foot sores. I am going to become the evilest man to ever live

But yeah, only thing I couldnt do today was draw but its just that starting new drawings is the hardest part of the whole process for me. I have a bunch of idas but then i get to the blank page and actually composing an image kicks my ass. I'll try again tomorrow tho. And keep chipping away at japanese. I think I'm gonna administer a writing test to myself and if I pass then I'll start Katakana. I need to start understanding words within the next few months cuz its driving me crazy being able to read a bunch of them and not getting any of what things say lol

Peace and Bean Fish

#thoughtposting

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milkytheholy1 · 3 years

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Ghoul Trappers

RiseTurtles x Platonic GnReader

A/N: Hello! I finally have some more platonic rise fics, hooray! This is based on a ghost movie no one's ever heard of, it's pretty niche, I'll doubt any of you will get it. Enjoy!

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You crept into the turtle's lair, footsteps heavy as your arms swung back and forth against your sides. Your eyelids drooped down, bags displaying how tired you truly were. A yawn ripped its way out of your throat stopping you from saying a simple hello to the boys as you entered the lair. They all looked at you incredibly worried, you looked like you had been hit by a bus or something, nothing to your usually perky self.

"Geez, how much shopping can I fit in those bags?" Leo quipped, but his teasing smile faltered when you brushed off his comment. Always one to seek attention, Leo followed your mopey self into the projector room where you crashed on the recliner, not even checking if someone was there; thankfully no one was.

"S'nothing," you huffed out, eyes blinking closed then fluttering open, your body jerking forward every time. The boys stood around you, circling your form in the recliner, staring at you with worry in their eyes, "You don't look so good, maybe you should go lie down or something?" Mikey asked, ready to offer up his hammock if needed. You waved them away with a dismissive hand, thankful for the offer though, "No, no, I'm o-" another yawn passed from your lips, "-kay, I just didn't get enough sleep is all."

"Oh please, I barely sleep and look at me, I beat all of you when it comes to looks." Donnie bragged, flaunting his grace and beauty with a sway of his hand against his chin. You all ignored his comment knowing this was just Donnie being Donnie, Raph stepped forward, leaning his weight against the back of the recliner, "What's been keepin' you up then?"

You shrugged your shoulders, not truly sure what the reason was, you had no idea of the cause, "It's just these sounds I keep hearin' at night, I don't know where they're comin' from and it's driving me crazy." you groaned, slouching further into the chair. Leo sat on one of the arms, his shell cushioned against the recliner, "Maybe it's ghosts~" he mused, wiggling his fingers in the air for dramatic effect.

"Oh please, ghosts don't exist, it's just some fake thought a bunch of no brain dumb-dumbs came up with to scare the public and wander around in the dark for hours." Donnie groaned, crossing his arms against his plastron, a pout on his lips. You all looked at him with a tilted head and a look of pure confusion, "What?" he defended, "I'm a man of science, in no way would I ever believe in that drivel."

"Anywaaaaay," Leo hummed out, everyone turned their attention away from Donnie and back over to you, "It's probably just something in the alley, probs nothing." he beamed. You only sighed, hoping, wishing that was the case. You had spent the rest of the day with the brothers, drinking some of Donnie's coffee to keep you awake while you played games and watched some movies. Yet the brothers called it quits when you began dozing off during the second Jupiter Jim flick, begging for you to go home and get some sleep. And with how tired you were at the moment, no spooky sound could stop you from faceplanting into your bed.

The walk home was quick, the climb up the stairway less so, but you eventually made it to your humble apartment and began moving around getting ready for bed. You stepped into the bathroom, grabbing the toothbrush from its pot and dolloping a generous amount of toothpaste on the end. You stared into the mirror above you as you began to brush your teeth, only taking your eyes away from the decrepit depiction of yourself to spit.

Wiping your mouth on the closest towel and returning the toothbrush to its rightful place in the pot on your sink, you continued to stare into the mirror, fingers prodding the heavy bags under your eyes. Staring intently you noted the slight breeze of the shower curtain behind you, your eyes widening when the movement became more rapid as if someone was on the other side. But you lived alone, no one else was here but you. Then again, it could be one of the turtles, they were often known for pulling pranks on each other and their friends, you included.

Turning away from the mirror, you now faced the flapping shower curtain, pulled closed like how you had left it this morning. With light, timid steps, you approached the material, hand outstretched as worrying thoughts crept into your mind. What if someone broke in? There weren't any signs of a break-in but you could never be too sure, especially with who the turtles battle on a weekly basis.

You now stood face to fabric with the curtain, the rubbery material barely sweeping past your knees as it shook and swayed left to right. With a claw-like grip, you grabbed the curtain and pulled it back, eyes wide when you stared at the white tiles of your bathroom. Nothing. Odd, strange, peculiar, one might say. You let the thoughts simmer down, heart pumping hard, you could feel the blood rush around your body. With steady steps, you moved to leave the bathroom, back turned to the creepy scene from mere moments ago.

Yet the moment you stepped foot outside, a small bang elicited you to whip around. There on the opposite end of the bathroom lay your toothbrush, water dripping from the ends as it laid in its own wet puddle. Your eyes immediately went to the sink, noting that nothing was there, the pot still remained upright. You walked back over to the toothbrush, bending down into a crouch, brain daring you to touch it but body refusing. Defying your own body, you reached out and grabbed the handle, the plastic cold in your touch. You quickly plonked it back into the pot and sped to your room, slamming the door shut and leaping into bed, covers pulled up high.

With one hand tightly fisting the bedding, the other gripped your phone. You impulsively rang Leo, it took him a few minutes to answer but he eventually did, "Hey, what's up (Y/N)? Shouldn't you be in bed?" the pitch of his voice going higher as he questioned you. You shook your head, not even thinking that he couldn't see it, your voice came out in stutters, muffled by fear, "L-Leo, s-something ha-happened."

"Wha-What happened?" all joking had left his voice, tone stern and demanding, he needed to know you were okay. The noise from the previous night started up again, they sounded distant but were still loud enough to scare you. The bedding was pulled even higher, covering the top of your head, warm breaths panting under the covers. "T-the shower c-curtain and t-the t-toothbrush, th-the s-sounds."

"Woah, woah, woah, (Y/N) calm down, take a deep breath." he heard you inhale and exhale through the speaker of his phone, waiting patiently for you to finish, in a soft whisper he continued, "Now what happened?"

"Donnie!" Leo shouted, storming into the genius' lab. Donatello pulled away from wielding, the thick mask hiding his peeved frown, "Can I help you, 'nardo?" he spit out, voice deep with frustration. Mikey and Raph had wandered into the lab too, intrigued by the loud voices, the two were always fond of drama.

"I just got off the phone with (Y/N), they said some weird stuff's being goin' on in their apartment-"

"Oooh, is it a ghost?" Mikey peeped in, eyes wide in awe, "Sigh, Micheal, I already told you that ghosts don't exist. With the state (Y/N) was in when they left last night, I guarantee it's just some disillusioned thoughts." Donnie grumbled, waving his hands in the air while he spoke, making him look more animated. Mikey pouted, shooting his head up to his older brother to defend him, Raph scratched the back of his head, unsure what to do.

"Maybe it was a ghost," Donnie glared at him from his desk, "O-or maybe it was disillusioned thoughts?" Raph hurried out, sweat dripping from his brow. The other three brothers sighed, most already done with the conversation, "Glad we got it settled, now would you please all leave my lab and never bother me again?" Donnie rushed out, turning back to his craft.

Leon stepped towards his desk, slamming his fists against the cold metal, internally crying when he felt his skin bruise, "Listen, Donnie, (Y/N)'s our friend and if they're scared then we need to help them out! So what do you have to stop ghosts?"

Donatello craned his neck up to meet the eyes of his red-eared brother, a look of disgust on his face, "What do I have? Wha- What do you mean! I don't have anything to stop ghosts because they don't exist! What do you want me to do? Tape a tube to a vacuum cleaner and add some blinking lights!"

"If that works, then yes!" Leo screamed back, both quickly finding themselves in a shouting match. Mikey and Raph gave each other sideways glances, begging for this to be over already, "Alright you two, that's enough." Raph grabbed them both by the backs of their shells and held them in the air away from each other, the boys kicked out their legs in an attempt to scratch the other but it was no use.

"We've got to stop fighting and help (Y/N)!" Mikey cried out, giving both Leo and Donnie puppy dog eyes, "Fine," Donnie pouted, arms crossed and thick brows furrowed, "I'll see what I can do."

"Hey, D, why don't you make that thing from that Ghost buddies movie?" Raph laughed, although he thought it was genuinely good advice. "Scoff, Raph that machine is a prop, there's no real science involved let alone engineering. If it were set in the real world the device would never exist- it doesn't exist!" Donnie corrected himself.

The next night Leo had promised to stay over with you, after explaining more calmly what had occurred, Leo promised you'd never have to sleep in fear again. So the next night you were sat on your couch, a movie idly playing on t.v and you wrapped up in Leo's arms too scared to sit by yourself in this horror house. Leo wasn't scared at all, he just thought you were pretty sleep deprived and was seeing things, that's what Donnie had said too; a firm non-believer.

"See? Nothin' to worry about?" he chided, rubbing a reassuring hand up your arm that laid wrapped around your shoulders. You had a hard time believing him, you know what you saw, it was real and you just had to wait for the first instance of anything paranormal. "Want some pizza?" he then asked, finding the awkward silence crushing, you weakly nodded your head; maybe the perfect distraction is all you needed.

Leo jumped from the couch and jogged into the kitchen, his tongue poking out through his lips when he locked eyes with that gooey goodness. Leo moved to the cupboards behind him, bending down to look for the plates, "Hey, er, (Y/N)! Where do you keep the plates again?" he called out, waiting for your reply, "Top cupboard!" he heard your voice yell back. Leo straightened out, groaning when his back made a small cracking sound, "Used to be in the bottom cupboard, where they usually are they said, oh don't worry I'll go get it like a moron." he grumbled to himself, arms wide as he grabbed two plates from the shelf.

Swiftly spinning around, Leo's eyes landed on the pizza box thrown to the floor, small tears brimming in his eyes. He dropped to his knees, shuffling to the pizza, dragging it into his hands as he cried out, "Noooooooooooo, you were too delicious to die!" ever one for the dramatics. The sound of sizzling stopped his weak cries, eyes level with the counter, he watched as a carton of eggs sprung open, eggs practically jumping out and cracking onto the counter.

Leo's pupils tracked every single egg jump, their yolky remains burning on the counter, it smelt heavenly. You walked into the kitchen with force, curious as to why it was taking Leon so long just to grab two slices of pizza, "What's the hold-up? You betta not be eating my strawberries again!" you moaned, only to find him crouched on the floor staring intently at the counter. You followed his awestruck gaze, observing the eggs smashed on the otherwise clean surface, "Leooo~" you whined out, assuming he had made the mess.

Leonardo sprung from the floor, grabbing a hand on each shoulder and shaking you violently, "Wha- this wasn't me! They did it themselves!" Pulling away you gave him an unamused frown, "Oh really? Look, I get that you find this stuff funny but whatever is going on in this apartment is seriously creeping me out; I don't need you making fun of me like the others." you began walking away, into the small comfort the living room provided you.

Leo dashed behind you, close on your tail, "(Y/N) wait!" he grabbed your arm again, forcing you to face him, "That wasn't me, honest! I'd never laugh at you like that, c'mon, you know I wouldn't. Besides, I'm really starting to believe you about the whole ghost thing."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh..." He trailed off, eyes not on you anymore but just to the left of your form. Confused, you turned to follow his gaze, mouth nearly hitting the floor when you saw all the cushions from the couch floating in the air. They hovered, some slowly spinning others idle, you felt Leo grip your hand, quickly tugging you to your room. "C'mon!" he shouted, near to a full sprint, as you ran the pillows soon dropped onto you, falling to the floor all simultaneously. The bedroom door was slammed shut, Leo's shell pushed up against it, his chest panting.

He pulled out his phone from heavens knows where and dialled Donnie immediately, "You've reached Donatello, resident genius and all-around hottie, how can you pester me today?" his flat voice filed through the speaker. Leo growled against the phone, "D, listen, get the guys and come to (Y/N)'s apartment, ASAP! I swear if you didn't make those ghost machines we're in big trouble." You had never seen Leo panic so much in his life, especially about something he didn't really believe in until two minutes ago.

Leon ended the call before his brother replied, effectively cutting him off. You and Leo shared the same look of fear, an uncertainty in these trying times, "W-what do we do?" you questioned, spine tingling. Leo shrugged his shoulders, occupied by blockading the door with his body, "I don't know, I've never fought a real ghost before. We just have to wait for the others and hope they have a plan."

It had taken around ten or so minutes for the others to show up outside your bedroom window, Leo had sunken to the floor, too scared to fall asleep. Raph heaved the sticky window open and craned his neck in to get a better look at you both, "Anyone call for some ghost busters?" he mused, to which Donnie rolled his eyes, "I'm not calling myself that."

"Omg guys, you got here just in time." you mewled, pulling Mikey by the arm to help him through the gap. You observed the strange device on his back, on all their backs, "What are you guys wearing?" you tried hard not to laugh, knowing that they came to you in your time of need. Donnie sighed, using one hand to rotate Mikey so he could lecture you on said device.

"Behold!" he chanted, arms thrown in the air, "The air sucker, name still pending, this device will search the air for unbalanced electrons and pull them directly out of the air and trap them in this device." He then held up a small box with wheels poking out, a long cable connected to it that linked up to each pack. "Wow," you gasped, not sure whether to still laugh or be amazed.

"Ugh, it's the name, isn't it? I know air sucker is no turtle tank but I was short on time and hadn't really got through to the advertising proces-"

"It looks like a bunch of tubes taped to some vacuum cleaners and blinky lights." Leo pointed out, prodding his finger against the pack on Donnie's back. The soft-shell turtle slapped his hand away, pouting at this lower lifeform, "For your information, 'nardo, this was created within minutes and was the best I could do for such an unpredictable opponent."

"When you say opponent you mean ghost, right?" Mikey asked, unsure. Donnie pinched the gap between his eyes, sighing loudly, "Again, Micheal, for the last time there's no such thing as ghosts, these track electrons."

"Then why do they look like ghost-catching doohickies?" Mikey further questioned, earning a glare from Donatello. "Enough talkin', Raph wants to bust some ghosts!" Raph cheered, referring to himself in the third person like he casually does. Leo grabbed his own pack, pulled it onto his shoulders and sent you a cheeky wink before all the brothers exited the room.

"You sure these things work, D?" Raph asked, holding the vacuum tube in his hands as he stalked around your apartment, soon making his way into the kitchen. "Of course I'm sure, although I haven't tested them so maybe...65% sure they work." he wiggled his hand in a 'so-so' motion, not fueling Raph with much confidence.

"Hey, guys, you could say this is un-boo-liveable." Leo smiled, Mikey laughed along with him. Donnie and Raph glared back at him, prompting another joke, "Okay, okay, I won't ghoul-around!" he paused for applause, but received none, "Jeez, who died in here?" he huffed when everyone went about their own business.

Raph entered the kitchen, scoffing when he saw the floor pizza, "Ugh, who would waste such a perfectly good pizza? It's practically a crime!" he groaned to himself. Slouching down, he picked up a slice, the cheese peeling from the floor, "Eh, ten-minute rule," before he could chow down on the gross floor pizza, the fridge door opened, a bright yellow light casing his sharp body. The pizza was dropped to the floor, Raph's mouth left wide open as the fridge opened wider revealing more horrors.

Raph's scream alerted the others, all arriving in the kitchen beside him, they too lost all sense of reality when looking into your fridge. "W-what is that!" Mikey shouted out, hiding behind Raph's bulky frame, "Ah it looked at me, it looked at me!" Donnie cried out, shielding his eyes.

You heard their screams from your room, your body lurching up at the high pitch wails. You stood from your bed, eyes wide and hands shaking, what if something happened to them? What if Donnie's machine didn't work? What if you just sent your friends into mortal danger?

You didn't even join them! This is your apartment, your ghost problem and you sent your friends out to go and defend you! What kind of friend were you? Oh god, if they did survive you knew they hated you, unlike April, you just stayed back, hung out in safety while they fought the threat! Coward! Go out there and save your friends! Do it, wuss!

You thrust forward, hand just gripping the doorknob when the door suddenly flung open. There stood the four brothers, covered head to toe in lime green slime, all looking quite different, variating emotions. Mikey's eyes were wide, body shivering with nerves, Donnie was tapping the small trap they had brought, enthralled by how it batted around, Raph was eating a slice of pizza, you hoped not the one from the floor.

Moving aside, you allowed them in and began questioning them intensely, "What did you do? Why were you screaming? Was it a ghost? Did you kill it? Wait, can you kill ghosts if they're already dead? How did you kill it?"

Leo walked over to you, placing a slime-covered hand against your shoulder, making you gag a tiny bit, "(Y/N), your ghost problem is boo more, we totally graved the day." he smirked, you pushed him away with an obnoxious grin, "You guys look gross by the way, but I do appreciate the help, as always."

"No probs, (Y/N), there isn't anyone in the world we'd love to trap ghosts for than you." Raph swooned, approaching the window, an indication that they should leave now. Leo gave you a small salute and jumped from the window, Donnie, still fascinated with the rumbling trap, gave you a brief wave and a mumbled "Bye."

Mikey stayed the longest, only by a few minutes but he made them count with his brief words, "Sorry about the mess," he then dashed from the window to join his brothers as they bounded over the rooftops. "Mess?" you questioned, cautiously moving towards the kitchen, a growl rumbling in your throat at the pools of slime over your floor, along your walls and splayed over cabinets, "TURTLESSSSSSS!!" you screamed out in rage.

"Hey guys, now that we trap ghosts for a living what should we call ourselves?" Mikey pondered, running to keep up with his brothers.

"Michael, we don't trap ghosts for a living, we're ninjas not the guys from Ghost Adventures." Donnie moaned out, pinching the bridge of his eyes brows.

"How about Ghostbusters?"

"Nah, Raph, that's too boring. What about The Phantom Keepers." Leo huffed, rubbing his chin, deep in thought.

"Eh, too long, but not a lousy attempt, Leonard. We need something that show's how intelligent we are...Spectre Stealers." Donnie snapped his fingers when the name came to him, "Seriously?" Leo deadpanned.

"Ooooh, not now Leo!"

"I got it! How about Ghoul Trappers!" Mikey beamed, flipping into the air.

"I like it, fun and punchy." Raph grinned, "Sounds like a movie franchise, I'm in!" Leo shouted, both brothers easily impressed. "Scoff, fine, I guess we'll go with that one. Even if mine sounded way cooler." Donnie pouted, but a warm smile was splayed across his lips.

"Da na na na na na, da na na na na, Ghoul Trappers! Da na na na na na, da na na na na, Ghoul Trappers!" Mikey sang, their silhouettes disappearing over the rooftops and into the moonlight.

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hime-hana · 3 years

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inspired by the neighbourhood - stargazing

non!idol au - university professor!au

bae jacob x fem!reader

trigger warning(s): smut, sexual depictions, semi-public sexual scenes, unprotected sex

15.44 pm

"windows start to fog, clothing coming off, making it too hot, you got me thinking"

Everyone knows Jacob Bae, the guitar teacher with an angelic voice who joined the university’s alumni less than a year ago. More importantly, everyone loves Jacob Bae; from the way, he always greeted his fellow staff members and students with the brightest smile each morning to the way he was always there for anyone in need. You were no exception. Getting to know Jacob was probably one of the best things to happen to you in the year that has passed, and it became even better when the dean appointed you and Jacob to work on an extra-curricular project. As the sole acoustic composition teacher at the university, it was only fair to expect to be chosen.

Jacob turned out to be less of a help and more of a flirt than you expected. Fingertips ghosting over your lower back as he excused himself when he passed by, a faint smirk on his lips each time he noticed you swallow hard at his little games. His piercing eyes only seeing you even in a full room, making you understand that behind his kind smile there was another side. One that he was dying to show you.

And you enjoyed it too. Getting caught up in this not-so-innocent game with him made your pulse race and your heart beat like a drum each time you sneaked to the back of the university’s library to meet him or one of the empty rooms in the old wing of the building. He would pull you close by your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck with the same innocent smile he gave the old lady at the library, but marking you up with a devilish desire.

Everyone could feel it. The air changed when you got two got close and somehow you were always met with sighs and exasperated looks from the older piano teacher who swore she saw you two kissing in the empty parking lot yesterday. Jacob pats her shoulder with a coarse laugh you could recognize.

It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to be seen together after class. All the other professors knew Jacob was a gentleman who sometimes drove you home; or that is what they thought because only your hearts knew the way your moans danced together with the foggy windows of his car, his backseat feeling more like home than your own apartment at this point.

It wasn’t unusual either the way Jacob turned small talk into a heated make-out session and had you pressed against the wall of the class in which he prior taught a bunch of church choir students how to play the acoustic version of an Easter hymn.

“A little impatient today, aren’t you, Professor Bae?”

He licks his lips, gaze following the line of your cleavage and the way your pendant fell right between the mound of your chest.

“I have something to show you,” you clear your throat.

His kisses on the shell of your ear pause and even if you can’t see it, you can feel a smirk form on his face. “I bet you do,” his voice comes out raspier than usual.

He pulls your black leather belt off before his lips find yours. A kiss so sweet, but filled with hidden moans and racy images implanted in your mind by the way his tongue passes over your bottom lip. He pulls you towards his desk by your skirt loops, not once breaking the kiss as he lifts you up and places you facing the classroom.

His teeth sink into the skin of your exposed collarbones, tongue tracing over the hickey you tried to hide under too much concealer. Too bad, Jacob already knew it would still be there; after all, he was the one that created this masterpiece, which he could not help but paint lower to your chest and abdomen as well. You looked far too good all marked up, he always thought when he was done with your body.

“How would you feel if the whole faculty was here, watching while I fuck you? I bet you would love that.”

You bite back a moan, head falling to the side. He kisses your neck again, fingers rushing to unzip your skirt. You grip his button-up shirt, placing your hands on his chest. You’ve been in this position so many times before, Jacob getting up to the skies as his fingers worked magic on your body, but now? Now you wanted to play, it was your turn to drive him crazy.

You push him away, and he gives you a confused look.

“I don’t need anyone else watching me but you,” you purr with a smile.

He takes a few steps back and drags a chair until he is in front of you. The way his eyes lustfully watch your parted legs, dick hard enough to be throbbing just at the thought of how well he would stretch you out over and over. You drag your manicured fingers along your neckline, undoing each button one by one. Jacob watches you like a hungry wolf who just found its prey, ready to jump and devour you at any given time.

Your marked body on display for him, hands playing with the sensitive skin of your nipples, taking them between your fingers, and softly moaning as you pinch them, just like he loves to do. Lifting your pleated skirt, you give him a better view of the dark blue fabric covering your heat. Jacob leans forward on his elbows, licking his lips, almost hurrying you to show him more. And you do, tracing the outline and placing your fingers underneath the cotton. Jacob groans watching your digits rub circles begging you to remove them completely so he could watch you.

“Don’t do this to me,” his voice is deeper than usual as he leans back in the wooden chair.

His eyes roll back when you giggle. Fuck, was he always this hot when he was mad? You decide to give him what he wants, your pussy aching to be filled by him just as much. You pull the almost soaked underwear to the side, slick folds covered in your juices. Pumping with two digits, your head falls back as Jacob’s name dies on your lips.

You can barely hear him unzip his pants, but when your eyelids flutter open he is watching you; cock in his hand and a thumb pressing against the tip. “Come here,” he moans as his own hand moves up and down his shaft. You click your tongue, pushing the fingers deeper inside you while the other plays with your breasts.

“You played enough, Miss Y/N,” the moaning leaving his throat makes him sound so needy that you almost jump off the table and onto his lap.

“Don’t you like it? I still have some time to kill before my evening seminar,” you reply, glancing at the clock on the wall.

“I need you. I want you,” he grunts, eyebrows knit together watching you almost reach your orgasm on his desk.

“Come here,” he repeats, and this time you cave in because you craved having him inside you.

You straddle him in his chair, his lips swallowing all your moans as you sink down on his cock. His head falls forward, taking your nipple between his teeth while his hands guide your hips. His movements are rougher than usual, but you can’t complain, you loved anything Jacob did to you and your body. Fingers lock in his brown hair, pulling him back harsh enough to earn a smirk from him.

“I’m all yours,” he whispers against your lips.

Your lips crash against his, your core aching even more when you hear him speak those words. You knew he meant it. Your movements become sloppier the closer you get to your orgasm and Jacob notices because he feels close to his own too. He holds you in place as he bucks his hips up into yours. You grab onto shoulders for support, muscles flexing as he gets closer.

You lift his chin with two fingers, placing a gentle kiss despite the harsh thrusts. His words still linger in your mind; your relationship was never defined, but maybe it was time for it to be. Maybe you needed to hear it. Maybe he did too.

“I’m all yours as well, Bae Jacob,” you whisper and his name is the last thing you moan before you come undone on his cock, limbs going numb and head falling in the crook of his neck between heavy breaths.

#the boyz smut #jacob bae smut #jacob bae #the boyz #the boyz imagines #the boyz jacob imagines #the boyz jacob smut

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emoangel44 · 2 years

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honestly i really like gregory as a character but i've been REALLY wanting to talk about how the montly/roxy/chica fights/cutscenes/salvaging/freddy upgrades depict who he is as a person because let me tell YOU how what he did to chica into kitchen was not just, "self defense".

like please i have no one to rant this to raxz my blog is undertale/dsmp god damn it no one follows me for fnaf hot takes i'm utterly doomed to watch the fandom just view gregory as a little chaotic shit

is he a chaotic shit? yes but he is so much MORE than just a little feral man </3

i mean yeah obviously. markiplier hasnt gotten to the shit with monty yet so i have no comment but he literally got in that damn car specifically and only to hit roxy with it and rip out her eyes, and had enough foresight to jump out before he got hurt himself by the crash he knew was gonna happen. that shit was not only on purpose but premeditated. the shit with chica even more so. that was fucking brutal. she wasnt even trying to hurt him at the time and not only did he plan a specific way to get her based on her habits but also literally shoved her to the ground further in when the trash compactor got jammed.

and the fact that he was specifically trying to "decommission" them means that he was most likely aiming to kill, not injure. i was going to say that it was technically "self defense" because they were trying to kill him first, but im actually pretty sure the level of planning he put into it makes the self-defense claim null.

i find it really interesting that not only is he able to make such detailed plans to use what he knows about someone to attack them, but also that he seems like extremely level-headed and generally unafraid throughout the entire game. its really fucking unusual for a kids reaction to someone trying to kill them to be calmly figuring out to get them out of the picture.

personally, i think it can be largely explained by the reveal at the end that hes been living on the streets. that would make anyone, especially a little boy, desperate to survive using any means necessary. hes probably had to fend for himself and make crazy law breaking plans like that just to live, or get food or shelter. he probably knows how to steal and drive a car for a damn reason. and even if he went kind of overboard i honestly get 1000% why he did what he did. if i were a tiny little boy with experience living on the street and fending for myself and giant scary robots were trying to kill me and i had literally no way to escape id probably do the same thing.

#raxz.ask #five nights at freddys #fnaf sb spoilers #security breach spoilers

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thequeenofmyownscreen · 2 years

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I finally took time to watch "Travis Willingham's Yeehaw Game Ranch" (first season). Wow. Woooow. Like that dude said in the pilot of one of my favorite shows of all time (Crazy Ex-Girlfriend) : "I'm forever changed after what I just saw !"

More under the cut. With "spoilers" (?)

OK it was intense binge-watching days because here's what happened : I saw the first episode, it was pleasant and very funny, then I said to myself "why not watch a second one ?". And then there was a puppet with the most ridiculous name, that Marisha was voicing with a heavy southern accent, telling the very baffled Brian and Travis that there was a "prophecyyyyyyy" ?? HOW COULD I NOT WATCH ALL OF THE EPISODES AFTER THAT ? Thus began an intense couple of days, where I think I scared my neighbours because of how much I laughed. The craziest thing is that I don't play video games myself (even if I know of them, or at least the more famous ones, like GTA or Overcooked) so in the end... even though I began very casually, saying to myself that I could do something else while putting it on background and that if I didn't like it I could give it up... It now may be my favorite thing the CR team put together (except of course the main show and some very very good one-shots) ! Just pure serotonin !!

Some things I noted :

The fact that they have created entire backstories for their characters is so funny and so on point.

Travis killing Brian first chance he got seems logical.

Brian and Ashley really found themselves, huh, because they are equally horrible at driving in video games.

Brian : "Wait... If Travis is the Chosen One, then what am I ?" T.N.Tina : "A LIABILITY !!"

the fact that they spent 10 minutes of the Portal 2 episode wondering why they were sponsored and promoting the stuff while laughing at magnets

I think Liam was the best at puppet work (the way Tet'nus Terry worked its little rabbit hands !), but my favorite voice was Ashley's or Brittany Walloch-Key.

Whoever came up with the insults for Brian and the general speech of the puppets deserve a raise. "Rotten piece of asparagus sidekick" ? "Two-legged horse with immacular degeneration and permanent resting bitch face" ? "A malnourished, dried up, volleyball-looking little fuck" ? "Ugly little dirt merchant" ? COME ON

Laura and Ashley's episode was a pure delight. I hope we will see them again at some point. Respect for their one true goal : to fuck shit up and buy some good clothes (or just go naked on the streets, which was certainly a choice)

The critters' names !! No one can beat "Root'n Toot'n Ruby" but they are all absolutely GOLD.

During the Mario episode, Brian and Travis are otherwise occupied to quibble about things like an old married couple, and they didn't pause the game, so meanwhile Luigi is very casually killed by a ghost. Funniest 30 seconds of my day.

of course the game soul is charged up to 69%, of course. Nice.

Brian : "You've heard of us ?" Dra'kar Noir : "Us ? No. Let's just say I've heard of the great noble knight known as Travis Willingham. " Brian : "Wait, what about me ?" Dra'kar Noir : "I mean... Yeah, I've heard about you."

The way Matt voiced the "Warning : This episode depicts gratuitous acts of puppet violence"

wow, the assassination of T.N.Tina by the coward Bast'alar will live rent-free in my head. So much blood !

At the end of the day I know we can joke about the CR company doing their projects based on what makes them laugh the most, but I absolutely believe that this specific idea for a show was had while at least one person on the creating team was high as a kite. Just... there's no other explanation. It feels unhinged in the most funny way possible.

#my thoughts #critical role #travis willingham's yeehaw game ranch #yeehaw game ranch

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jostenneil · 3 years

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hi! Thank you so much for taking the time to recommend all those small town books and adding your thoughts and descriptions of them! It helps so much. I’m adding them to my list, I’m so excited! Also, if it’s no trouble, can you also recommend me dramas or tv shows with this narrative? I’ve been wanting a new show to watch :D

SOOO as i am sure you've seen over the course of the past few days,

hometown cha cha cha - a new gem that is absolutely fantastic to me. it's about a dentist who loses her job and takes a trip to a seaside city for some perspective, only to end up moving there and set up a dental clinic in semblance of a fresh start. the problem is that she's a city girl, and this isn't the city. there's a lot of preconceived notions that she has about the people in town, as do they about her, and so far the show has been a slow and steady practice in the kindness and patience we learn to emulate when meeting new people and understanding that they are as troubled and hopeful in their own lives as we are. also, the romance thus far is positively swoonworthy. i went into an emotional crisis last night over it

into the ring - another kdrama fave that i was positively obsessed with last year. it centers on the politics of a small town, and how a girl who is notorious for making (rightful) complaints to city hall ends up running as a district representative. initially this is only something she does bc she's in desperate need of money, but the mc has so much inherent love for her town that she ends up being a pretty proactive representative anyway. her relationship with one of the people who fields complaint calls at city hall is also a focus, and it's one of the most tenderly developed romances i've seen in a long time. there's just a lot of care and attention to detail in the show that makes your wholehearted investment worth it. every character brings something unique to the table

anne with an e - obviously if i was going to rec the book series then i was going to rec the show as well lol! if we are going to be completely technical then admittedly i do think the sullivan movies have the best portrayals of anne and gilbert as well as the best depiction of their romance (esp in the sense of accuracy, the third movie aside), but the more recent show i think does a better job of staying true to the books' nature of investing in a full cast. it really captures that homey, small town feel that i so love, and i think it expands on the cast in ways that other adaptations haven't really cared to

gilmore girls - admittedly i don't know that i need to include this bc i think everyone knows this is the go-to small town show. but nonetheless. there is a lot about the show that has aged poorly over the years (namely how enjoyable rory is as a character, which is. . . very little unfortunately as seasons go by) but i still think it possesses a lot of small town charm, esp in its comedy. the way everyone's lives just seamlessly interweave in stars hollow is both incredibly real but also ridiculously funny bc sometimes overlaps in episode plot points are so obscure as to be bizarre. i genuinely think it's a really enjoyable show up through the fourth season (the affair plot point aside)

sweet magnolias - this is a new show that started airing last year but oh my god! the level of invested i was as i watched it was so crazy. the plot touches on a lot of different characters but it centers itself in the friendship between three women who are each dealing with their own struggles and decide to open a spa together as a sort of healing project. the character arcs aren't particularly unique but everyone is nonetheless so endearing and i really appreciate how almost every character is human. like i think a lot of shows with teens can tend to make them out as unforgivable esp bc it's so common for adults to portray them these days, but the teens in this show are actually teens, and i like that they're given opportunities to grow and change in spite of mistakes they may make. i rly value those kind of narratives and overall the atmosphere of the show was just very healing. also heather headley is so damn pretty i was completely enamored with her the whole season

everwood - little to no one has heard of this show likely bc it started airing at around the same time as the oc and one tree hill and i mean. obv it was going to be overlooked in comparison. but personally i love it a lot! the initial plot's about this kid ephram who's just lost his mom and moves to colorado with his dad and sister. his dad worked a lot before his mom's death and as such ephram doesn't really have much of a relationship with him, so rebuilding that is a huge focus. there's also amy, aka the girl ephram likes, who's dealing with some trauma of her own bc her brother landed her boyfriend in a coma. there's a lot of baggage in this show re: death and i think there's a sadness that really permeates the atmosphere, but not in a way that's disconcerting per se. it's just real. it gets down to the ugliness and loneliness of trauma, esp wrt the teen characters, and i really appreciate that. the only major flaw is there's a plot point where ephram dates his college babysitter who is in college and gets her pregnant although his dad scares her off so he never finds out. but we ignore that

friday night lights - as someone who was in marching band and could still not for the life of me tell you what is what in football, this show is so damn good. it's about a rural texas town exclusively driven by its football team, except this year, the first game starts off with the star player being paralyzed from the waste down, putting a number of different people on the spot: the star player's girlfriend, his best friend, the new head coach, the runner-up qb who has never actually played a real game. i think anyone who watches the show ends up watching it for a specific character or dynamic but at the core it's just about the like. inherent goodness of people. like some of these people make mistakes due to pressure or grief but most of them are irrevocably human and that's what drives the show forward, as do the unlikely but endearing relationships formed between various people in the town. my personal favorite dynamic is between tim and lyla, who are in a bit of a unique place as the best friend and boyfriend of the injured star player

i hope you enjoy! let me know if you try any of them hehe

#asks #mine:recs

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[SONIC ARTICLE] The 2010 Sonic Bible: EXPLAINED

Okay, I’ve seen some people curious asking about the Sonic Bible, and what it is, so let me give you a basic run-down: There exists FOUR Sonic Bibles.

This isn’t some sort of religious text featuring Sonic, instead, it has the bible name becuase it was written by a lot of different authors.

These Sonic Bibles were created to explain the Sonic Series lore at the time they were created, and try to keep Sonic Media consistent at the time.

The first one was made in the U.S., and in it, it gives us details like how Sonic was originally brown, and how he was friends with an scientist named Dr. Ovi Kintobor, and how an accident featuring a rotten egg and the Chaos Emeralds created Dr. Ivo Robotnik.

The second one was made for the Sonic SatAM series, it was used for the cartoon and Archie Sonic as well. It gives lore details such as Mobotropolis, how Robotnik took over and it became Robotropolis, Sally, Antoine, Bunnie, etc.

The third one was made in Japan, it featured some really unique backstory for Sonic, it talked about how an American woman created a story about a Blue Hedgehog named Sonic, inspired after her husband, who was a pilot who fought in World War 2. It was implied that Sonic was fiction within fiction, but at the same time, it seemed that he was also real for that world.

“The story of a man who tirelessly sought to fly his plane at yet-unknown speeds.

His hair, always standing up, led to him being called the “Hedgehog.”

The nose art on the plane he flew depicted Sonic.

He got married to an author of children’s literature, and she wrote a children’s story about a hedgehog that was based on him. His flight jacket still exists today.”

The fourth one is the 2010 Sonic Bible, it was created around that time to make sure all Sonic Media would follow suit, the Sonic Movie follows it to a degree, IDW Sonic follows it, and the games follow it. And I’m going to give you LOTS of details about the 2010 Sonic Bible.

The 2010 Sonic Bible was created to give multiple details about the Sonic Series, the character’s age, height, weight, etc. There’s also reference sheets for each character.

The bible also features rules for the Sonic Series, saying what is and what isn’t considered canon in the Games’ universe. Keep in mind that these seem more focused on the Modern side of the series, but the Classic Series could also follow some of these rules:

Hyper Forms and Super Emeralds:

Hyper Sonic won’t return, Takashi Iizuka himself said so in SXSW. Super Emeralds and Hyper Sonic, Hyper Knuckles and Hyper Tails aren’t canon. These kind of details will only be referenced in material dedicated to tell the history of the Sonic series, such as ‘History of Sonic Books’.

(Material like this)

Super Tails and Super Knuckles:

Even though Tails and Knuckles have went super in the past in the Mega Drive trilogy, they can’t tap into their super forms anymore. At most, it’ll be something like Sonic Heroes. Only male hedgehogs can achieve Super Forms.

Burning Blaze:

Even though Burning Blaze could be considered a “Super” form, the Bible doesn’t believe so to be the case, since Blaze is the guardian of the Sol Emeralds. The form she obtains with them, Burning Blaze, is different from a Super Form.

There exists Two Worlds in the Sonic-verse:

This one Takashi Iizuka has made clear in a couple of interviews, and he has given this information to the fandom since 2010, around the release of Sonic Colors.

Basically, in the games’ universe, there exists Two Worlds or Planets:

There is Planet Earth, this one is home to humans, and is where games like Sonic Unleashed, Shadow the Hedgehog and the Sonic Adventures happened.

And also there’s Sonic’s World, places on it look totally alien to our world, inhabited by Anthros, crazy colours, concepts, rules etc. This planet is where games like Sonic Colours, Sonic Lost World and Sonic Forces happened.

Those two planets are 'connected' by a ‘gate’ of sorts, but while the two planets’ societies clearly interact with each other, they don’t always do. Some events may happen in one world, but they won’t have repercussions on the other. It seems that this gate is more of something exclusive or difficult to access.

[I am personally adopting as a headcanon the way the Sonic Movie explain this, they use Warp Rings]

Earth’s Moon:

The moon is still destoyed after the events of Sonic Adventure 2, but its’ orbit changed, we are looking at it from the other side.

Dr. Eggman Nega:

Eggman Nega is Dr. Eggman’s descendant from the far future. He comes from Silver’s time, and is Silver’s rival.

[Yes, it seems that Dr. Eggman eventually had kids in some point in the future]

Sonic’s World and Earth exists within the same universe:

Ok, Sonic’s World and Earth are separated, but how? By dimensions? It doesn’t seem so. The bible says that they are two distinct planets that are in the same universe.

“Also, when making a game, you have to choose to either set it in Sonic's world (without people) or on "Earth" (with people.) Mobius is an official thing in Sonic's universe, but it is not the name of the world itself. It's actually the Sonic universe's equivalent to Mars.”

It seems that Sonic’s World and Earth inhabit the same solar system.

And okay, that’s all we know that the bible has to share right now. It certainly contains LOTS more details, but it’s an internal archive that people working for the Sonic Games consult to know about the lore.

This bible was probably in use for the Sonic Series as early as 2010, but some fans also think that it could have been used for Unleashed as well, since in that game, Sonic travels through the world, and doesn’t meet much anthros in his travels except for Tails and Amy.

Source for all of this info.

#Sonic Articles #Sonic the Hedgehog #Mobius #Sonic's World #Dr. Eggman #Dr. Eggman Nega #Earth #Sonic Bible #Sonic Bible 2010 #Sonic Musings

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diyunho · 4 years

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The Joker x Reader - “Trapped” Part 3

Almost one year ago, someone tried to kill The Joker in a speeding car and Y/N pushed him out of the way, getting hit instead. With a fractured skull and broken bones, she was out of business for 6 months; when she finally recovered, The Queen of Gotham wasn’t the same anymore. Trapped inside her own mind and exhibiting severe cognitive impairment, Y/N’s life switched upside down without any hope of ever returning to normal.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

Same day, later in the evening

“What are you doing, Pumpkin?” The Joker crawls next to you although he has an idea about why you look upset.

You’re on your tummy scribbling on a piece of paper and he can tell you are concentrating hard while working on the current project: writing down your name. Only got the first three letters then the rest went blank.

“I….I can’t think…” you intensely stare at the blue pen in between your fingers.

“Of course you can!” J reaches over so he can guide your arm since it’s clear you need help. “There you go… done. Now try to copy it bellow, alright?”

“Hm?”

“Try again Princess,” he taps on the sheet and watches Y/N struggling to imitate the word. “Well done!” The King of Gotham praises. “Wanna give it a shot with a few more simple words?”

“Mmmm…” you debate. “OK?...”

You analyze The Joker’s movements as he depicts four letter words, one of them getting your attention in particular.

“Love?” you smile, happy you deciphered the meaning.

“Yes, a basic…”

“Love?” you scoot over, more and more excited and it clicks for your boyfriend.

“It’s just an example for you to exercise and relearn how to write, understand? It doesn’t mean anything!”

You giggle and touch his nose with yours.

“Love!”

“No Pumpkin! I don’t love you, how did you get such atrocity from my note??!! It has no hidden meaning! I barely, from very afar, remotely, not even similar to love, sort of like you and that’s it!”

You snicker and quickly slide to grab the yellow teddy bear, whispering in its ear:

“Love.”

“Aren’t you listening Princess?? Don’t start fake rumors!!”

Still…Y/N lives on her own little planet and her damaged brain grasped a wonderful concept despite The Clown vehemently dismissing his actions.

“Serves me right for being supportive,” he grumbles and resorts to diversion, the best weapon against your new found logic.

“Wanna read to me?” he points at the pile of children’s books resting on the nightstand: they are the best to use in your present circumstance.

“… … Read?... ” you ask, confused.

“Here,” J picks a random publication and gives it to you.

Might as well fully take advantage.

“Spoil me!” he buries his cheeks in your cleavage, guiding your free hand towards his green locks.

You never figured out how he doesn’t suffocate with his face glued to your skin; sometimes he sleeps like that for hours. Must be a special talent.

“The … ummm… the…. The duck…” you read the first page and massage his scalp, frowning at the words you can’t make sense of. “Cross… … crossed?...”

“Yeah,” The Joker’s mumbled voice agrees.

“… the… g-glass…” you stutter at the sentence.

“Grass,” J corrects you.

“Hm?...”

“Grass Pumpkin, not glass.”

“Ummm… grass…” you continue to read the best way you can and he rectifies your errors until no more sounds emerge: The King is softly purring, a clear indication he’s dreaming.

You toss the book on the floor, fed up with the difficult task of organizing your thoughts; pampering him is better. You slowly tilt his head backwards so you can kiss him: The Joker frowns in his daze and you pinch his butt, chuckling.

“What is it?” he opens one eye and you pull down on his boxers. “Princess, we had sex an hour ago. Do you think I run on batteries?” the complaint is fast to follow.

... … … Batteries?... …

You jump from the bed and stump to the closet, fumbling around for a couple of minutes before returning to a puzzled Clown.

You stretch the elastic of his underwear, dropping two batteries you snatched from the flashlight inside.

“How… how long do we w-wait?” you innocently ask.

The Joker bites his lip, attempting to contain himself yet he can’t: he bursts out laughing at your quirky solution while dragging you on top of him.

“You’re the funniest and smartest person I know, Pumpkin!” he cracks up, actually convinced he’s telling the truth. “Who’s my clever girl, huh?”

He’s talking about a girl again…What girl?...

Y/N peeks behind her and J reminds his baffled half:

“For God’s sake, Princess! I’m talking about you; you’re my girl! Can you get my phone?” he gestures at his mobile ringing by your pillow.

You give the cell to J, ignoring his conversation with Frost: you keep kissing him with the sole purpose of getting undivided affection.

“I guess Adam is here to pick up the cars you damaged,” he finally ends his chat. “Let’s go supervise the process. Don’t be disappointed, Pumpkin, we’ll have fun later. It’s your fault for destroying my collection!”

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The Joker watches his crew sweeping the concrete in the garage: broken glass, pieces of metal and debris scattered on the pavement after his vehicles were hauled inside huge trucks in order to be transported to Adam’s workshop for repairs.

“Thanks a lot, Y/N!” he growls, frustrated.

“Y-you’re welcome,” you serenely reply without a care in the universe.

“You’re the worst thing that ever happened to me, Princess!” he huffs at your indifference.

“Love,” you confess to the fluffy toy squished in your embrace.

“I heard that and it’s an aberration! Why do you keep persisting with this nonsense?! I’m literally stating the opposite!” J admonishes but who’s listening to him?

Not Y/N.

“Nolan is texting me,” he changes subject. “He wants me to meet him at his warehouse to inspect the boxes of ammo for the deal. Will you accompany me?”

“Hm?”

“Car ride?” The King of Gotham simplifies his request.

“U-hum!” you nod, preparing to enter the purple Lamborghini which luckily wasn’t in the garage when you smashed J’s cars.

“Frost, if you see me parked up the street in the driving alley, don’t come investigate, got it? This woman’s been pestering me for extracurricular activities, might not make it inside the mansion.”

“Of course, sir!” Jonny finds it wise to consent to his boss’s rambling.

“Tell everyone: if the Lamborghini’s rockin’, don’t come knockin’!”

**************

You’re sitting on J’s lap, completely blocking the arrangements happening at the table: you’re more preoccupied with your game than whatever it is they are negotiating about.

“What are you playing, Y/N?” Nolan curiously inquires because your thumbs are surely moving at a crazy speed on your cell’s screen.

“Hm?” you stop and gaze his way.

“What are you playing?” the man repeats.

“Mmmmm… Tetrixx Bricks.”

“What level are you on?” Nolan leans over, his eyes getting big at the revelation. “Holy shit, Y/N! How did you make it this far??! I’ve been striving to pass level 98 for a month!”

“She’s smart, that’s how!” your boyfriend sassily underlines.

“Do you think that you can help me?” the guy slides his phone in front of you.

“I’m sorry, is this a gaming party or a business matter?!” The Joker scoffs.

“Well, we’re pretty much done: we accepted the terms, we just have to move the merchandise in the morning.”

You are already matching the colorful blocks on Nolan’s game, his face ecstatic when the obnoxious song announces with great fanfare: “Level Up!”

“Holy cow!!!!” he shouts and you return his phone. “Thank you!”

“Hey Y/N,” one of the mobster’s henchmen dares to voice his demand. “Would you help me too? I’m stuck on level 76.”

“I’m dead on 105,” another goon mumbles under his breath, stepping in the line forming to your left.

J would normally cut off this useless waste of his precious time yet he can’t deny the gratification building up in his heart: heavens knows how it feels to be trapped inside your own mind and his girl has definitely battled unimaginable odds to be where she’s at right now.

Living with cognitive impairment is not easy, but she’s still here and it beats the alternative.

“Good job, Pumpkin!” The Clown boasts at the long string of cell phones parading through your fingers while you aid Nolan’s team leveling up on Tetrixx Bricks.

And somehow his hands are holding you tighter, not even bored with the random outcome of his meeting.

**************

You escaped on the terrace for a break and J is discussing the last details with your host: tomorrow you have a routine checkup, thus he has to wrap it up soon.

“Out of my way, half-wit!” Derek aka Nolan’s oldest son pushes you. Would he have done it if you were the same individual from almost a year ago? Nope. Apparently he believes he’s entitled to take advantage of Y/N since she’s alone outside.

“Why did Mister Joker bring you anyway?” he lights up a cigarette, annoyed. “Stupid monosyllabic bitch!” he ogles your summer dress, swiftly lifting it. “Are you wearing diapers?” he chuckles as you walk backwards, trying to process what he’s throwing at you. “Come on, show me!” he approaches and carefully scouts the premises to ensure you two don’t have company.

Perhaps the neurons in your brain are overcharged for the moment; nevertheless, they warn of imminent altercation: the dude’s a total douchebag.

“Are you shy?” Derek grins. “C’mon, lemme see!! Oooohh…fuuuuck…” he bends over in pain when your knee unexpectedly kicks him in the crotch: you used all your strength and he drops down, curling up in a ball. “God…dammit!” Derek shrieks at the defense he didn’t anticipate.

“I…I’m not wearing diapers!” you stammer and because he landed on the edge of the pool you roll him in the water also.

The loud splash makes The Joker wave at you, glad he eventually found you: he’s been searching around the warehouse for the last 5 minutes.

“There you are! Quit playing around, Pumpkin; we have a swimming pool at home!”

You rush by his side eager to bail before the asshole pops up from the bottom of the pond.

“Sushi for dinner?” J suggests and Y/N is not the type of individual to reject one of her favorite dishes.

“I…I love sushi,” you smile elbowing him. “Love.”

“Don’t start with me again!” The King barks at your obvious hint.

*************

“Are you eating the last piece?” he glares at your salmon roll.

“No,” you offer the treat to him. “You…you need it more,” Y/N verbalizes her concern regarding his well-being.

“Can’t disagree, Pumpkin. You exhausted me you naughty girl,” J pretends to be super tired. “What can I do? Princess wants, Princess gets,” he inhales, resigned.

You’re not focusing on his whining: frankly, your intellect has been challenged enough for today. You cuddle in his arms while he chews on his food and watch TV without paying attention to the movie.

“Don’t forget tomorrow morning you have your doctor’s appointment,” J mentions. “I have to stay and wait for the guns I purchased from Nolan; you’ll have to manage without me. I’ll send an escort, deal?”

“U-hum.”

“Don’t yawn, Pumpkin. I’m the one that should yawn,” The Joker scratches his thigh. “This move sucks,” he pouts and turns off the TV. “I have a better idea,” he chooses a kid’s book from the stack. “Read to me.”

You open the textbook and although your brain is overwhelmed, you still make an effort for his sake.

“Mmm… Rainy… sky… Skies?...”

“Yup,” he turns on his side and nuzzles in your hair.

“Float over…hmm… t-town…”, your voice echoes in the room, soothing a worn out Joker.

Strange he can’t properly rest unless you read to him: after all J barely, from very afar, remotely, not even similar to love, sort of likes you.

Also read: MASTERLIST

You can follow me on Ao3 and Wattpad under the same blog name: DiYunho.

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Everything wrong with... Ep 3 - Pretty Woman

*sigh* *big sigh*. I’m back here giving you another politically charged review of a film I like to call a femmeçade:

Femmeçade /fɛm//fəˈsɑːd/ noun noun: femmeçade; plural noun: femmeçades; 1. A genre of films directed by men that forefront yet misinterpret the female narrative and representation on screen. "Pretty Woman is the worst femmeçade of them all in the way it depicts women as the lesser gender" (definition by yours truly).

I have to say, I have never felt more compelled, more angry in my entire life to write such a review and tear this film down until there is nothing left but the underlining, prominent misogynistic aspects of this film. I am talking about the 1990s classic, Pretty Woman starring Richard Gere and Julia Roberts. Now a musical, the film has survived three waves of feminism (if you count MeToo), and yet is still available to access for our entertainment. Even though censorship is less common in the Western World, the only good thing about watching Pretty Woman would be to see how vile and unacceptable it is in the eyes of our modern and ever changing society. It truly brought tears of anger to my eyes to watch such a film and see how its lead was shoved into the spotlight for a round or two of humiliation and prodding by the fingers and eyes of the male gaze. There is A LOT to go through here, so grab a snack and buckle in as I put Pretty Woman to shame.

Let's just start with the title itself Pretty Woman, a pretty lazy title for a film if you ask me. I understand it does what it says on the tin, like any title should, however the irksome thing about the film and title is what it’s selling. The lust and beauty of Julia Roberts as opposed to her character or story for that matter. Stood alongside Richard Gere in thigh high boots with her legs for days, months and years on show. We get it, Julia Roberts is a beauty, but why does a film have to focus on that sole part of her? By doing this it creates the idea that it’s her only asset and BOY does this film do a good job at reminding us just that. They’ve got the man’s vote and supposedly the woman’s seeing as the story is about them or who they’d like to be. WRONG, seeing as the crew behind Pretty Women were mostly men themselves. The writers, cinematographer, director, producers, best boys and gaffers, you name it. So who was this film for if it wasn’t to satisfy at least it's mostly male crew members?

Male satisfaction are the appropriate words to use when we are introduced to our leading lady in close up shots of her bra and knickers. Vivian is played by the highly talented and ordained Julia Roberts. Ever since seeing Erin Brodkovich which bagged her an Oscar in 2001, I’ve been in love with her spirit and confidence on screen. As we all know she is certainly one of Hollywood’s shiniest stars, up there with the elites like Meryl Streep, Viola Davis and Angelina Jolie. Why she decided to sign onto such a film, I would hate to speculate seeing as Feminism was more of a dirty secret than a positive movement back in the 1990s. Many (mostly men, though women too, especially those in the film business) would accuse the movement of threatening the comfortability and fun out of life’s pleasures, like women wearing makeup, dresses and being groped at office parties (sarcasm). However, as we now know, feminism isn’t the demon that the 1990s tried to make it out to be and I hope that Julia Roberts was unaware of feminism back then rather than being a strong opposer of it.

Vivian Ward is a hooker living and working on the streets of LA, the city of dreams as some may brandish it. She lives with her roommate Kit (Laura San Giacomo) and between them they spend their nights trying to scrape enough money for their rent. I’m glad that sex work isn’t as scrutinised as it was back then and another arresting aspect of Pretty Woman is the way it depicts the so called “atrocities” of being a sex worker. The propriety and haughtiness of those who laid eyes upon Kit or Vivian was degrading and dehumanising, simply because they choose to lead a different lifestyle to those around them. It seemed so archaic, almost Victorian like the way people ogled and gazed upon Vivian at the hotel where she was taken in by her male counterpart. Pretty Woman again proves itself to be an anti-feminsit horror show for shaming women on choosing what to do with their own bodies and how they dress. We need to cut this BS out of society ASAP that women dress in certain ways to attract the attention of the opposite sex. Clothes are a form of expression and 9 times out of 10, that expression hasn’t anything to do with wanting to be leered at in public. Enough with the victim shaming as well; asking women what they wore when they were sexually assaulted. Instead let's ask what the attackers were THINKING when they decided to prey on an innocent victim....

One night whilst Vivan is looking for clients, she meets the so called delectable and mouth droppingly handsome male lead that is Edward Lewis, played by Richard Gere. I didn’t get the hype at all as I felt Vivan to have enough personality and lust for life to fill both of her and Richard Gere’s character. Edward Lewis was wooden, stern and boring, and despite this, Vivian seems to see more in him beyond her usual hookups. That’s another irritating thing about Pretty Woman. Edward Lewis didn’t have to do FUCK ALL to prove his love or worthiness in the life of Vivian.

He didn’t have to (nor did) change one thing about himself throughout the entire film and that’s not only extremely sexist, but shit filmmaking. Did the writer of completely forget or give up on Edward Lewis’ character arc whilst he was too busy making drooling over Vivian? All Edward Lewis had to do was wave his card around and POOF Vivian was at his knees. No wonder the 1990s shamed feminists because this is the exact sort of crap they were trying to prevent from happening on screen. It may seem like fun and games when Edward Lewis tells Vivian to go shopping, buy herself a new dress for dinner, but in reality this is just a fresh case of misogyny, served up with a side of degradation and bigotry for dessert.

Edward Lewis goes as far to hire Vivian for the week as his...escort? His actual motive isn’t known and we are left as an audience to conclude that it’s because she’s pretty. Again, selling the film title through and through and deminishing the worth of women with each scene. Vivian is never actually asked what she wants, nor do we get to know her seeing as Edward’s inflated ego and wallet covers up most of the screen time whilst watching this film. If you didn’t think this film could get any more horrific is the age gap between Julia Roberts and Richard Gere at the time of filming, to which Roberts was 22 and Gere, 40.

One moment in particular that proved this film to have zero substance to it, is when Vivian eventually gets down on Edward and to my absolute horror, her bra strap is INCREDIBLY and shockingly inauthentically loose. Like falling off loose. Not one woman in the world who chooses to wear a bra; not in China, India, Pakistan, the U.S, Ukraine, Hooker, doctor, astronaut, teacher, hairdresser or not would ever EVER wear their bra strap so loose. An impractical and uncomfortable choice, this tiny infinitesimal yet significant part of this film showed that this film doesn’t care or know how to show accurate female representation on screen and goes against any sense of providing women with strong characters they can use as role models. And all from one bra strap.

The shopping and transformation part to this film had to be the big red thumb that stood out the most from the eternity of this film as AGAIN for the fifteenth time this film has proved itself to be in favour of entertaining those who like to ogle at Vivian as opposed to getting to know her. Edward thrusts his card at her once again (without giving her much choice, a common behavioural pattern associated with sociopaths and abusers) and she goes to Rodeo Drive to essentially pretty herself up for him so that Edward isn’t judged by those he introduces Vivian to.

When Vivian had attempted to go shopping alone on Rodeo Drive in her casual attire, the female employees of one of the stores behaved abominably towards her, classing her as someone who didn’t have the means or appearance to shop in such a place. This film just got even worse as not only do we have the opposite gender dictating the appearance of women, we’re having our own sisters do the same whilst investing in the patriarchal narrative of the way women should be seen in public. At this point you may think I’m going crazy and repeating myself, of which I am doing both, however once you’ve fully taken the time to wake up and smell the patriarchy’s cup of coffee, there’s no turning back. These details become smoke signals that turn into epiphanies and realisations that have you questioning is this really okay? And a Pretty Woman is NOT okay.

Once Vivian has had her transformation (so kindly afforded by the dominant Edward Lewis) she seemingly begins to enjoy her new life as a piece on the side, until she is presented with Edward’s lawyer, Philip Stuckley.

So here’s what we have so far on our checklist of misogyny and anti-feminsit motifs to Pretty Women

A poster and title created in the eye of the male gaze CHECK

A female character whose worth is based on her desirability and propriety CHECK

A mediocre white man who doesn’t progress and gets his way through charm, money and power CHECK

Women who take unkindly to other women because they don’t fit the normalised standards of the patriarchy CHECK

Shaming women for their dress sense and career choices CHECK

Lack of women in general, most of which don’t speak throughout the film CHECK

The list could go on but another motif to add to the list from this film that acts as big shiny wrecking ball that smashes up feminism and leaves its values in the dust is sexual assault. Or attempted sexual assault at that, as when we see Phillip Stuckley’s first interaction with Vivian he says right out that he knows she’s a hooker, whilst running the edge of his sunglasses down Vivian’s arm and suggesting they get together after Edward’s demise back to wherever he came from. EW, this was one of the many moments of the film where I had to swallow my vomit. Phillip attempts to rape Vivian back at Edward’s penthouse suite, when luckily Edward comes in to stop it happening, which was the most decent thing he did the entire film. Edward’s lawyer represented a hoard of men that existed back then and now who feel entitled to a woman’s body, hooker or not. Even though Pretty Woman had dug itself a big enough hole, by the time I got to this part of the film I had been sold on the idea that this film is completely out of line with women’s liberation and empowerment. It’s just one big game to prod and poke at women, seeing how far they can go, which in itself is a metaphor for sexual assault.

I’ll wrap up on the lack of diversity in Pretty Women. Because the world affords white men and women more luxuries and privileges than people of colour, they were at the forefront of this story whilst black and asian minorities were put in the background as butlers, maids and chauffeurs. It makes me so angry that on top of being a whirlwind of misogyny and sexism that such a film would have the audacity to misrepresent minorities entirely and highlight their so called use as servicing white people. IT. IS. GETTING. OLD.

Hopefully you’ve made it to the end of this “review” (kinda) and seen the damaging implications such a film has on our society. On reading Feminists Don’t Wear Pink and Other Lies curated by Scareltt Curtis, I read that “Books and things reflect what’s happening in the world, Hollywood movies DICTATE IT and MOULD what people think”.

You may think movies don’t matter or a film of the 1990s doesn’t matter, but if we are to learn from our mistakes and progress our movements, we must unpick the past and see it for how it was. Movies are our culture, our representation of what we’ve learnt or seen in the world. I don’t want to see women as sexual objects without their permission. I don’t want to see them being moulded by the patriarchy or by women who support it. I don't want to see women only good enough to be hookers, wives or mistresses. I want women to be the strongest versions of themselves and for films to buckle up and show that shit on screen.

Pretty Woman can kiss my ass and if it’s a film you like in unlike it. Pronto.

#prettywoman #julia roberts #richardgere #movies #hollywoodmovies #90smovies #romcom #cinema #feminism #everyday feminism #feminist

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Wendip Week 2020 day 2 - quicksand

(Ao3)

As far as romantic walks on a beach went, this was not what Dipper had on his mind.

First and foremost, he imagined a never-ending highway of sand, separating the land from azure sea, giving him just enough time to tell Wendy exactly how he feels about her. The beach that surrounded part of the Gravity Falls lake couldn't really be called that even by the least picky beach-goers.

Secondly, though in Dipper's eyes the sun made Wendy's auburn hair even more divine, he really couldn't call the stroll romantic, as it would imply Wendy shared the same feelings towards him. And so far, Dipper hasn't managed to bring himself to proclaim his love for her.

Thirdly, beach strolls, romantic or not, usually did not include falling into a quicksand that could potentially lead to your death.

As Dipper struggled moving his body in the pit of sand, he realised that this should have been number 1 on his list of complaints.

- Okay, okay, don't panic. - Dipper spoke, more to reassure himself than his crush - I have read how to escape quicksands. You just have to lie back... - Dipper.. - ...and then try to pull yourself up... - Dipper! - And besides, you probably won't suffocate, since most quicksands are at most 3 feet deep, and it takes forever for a quicksand to suck you in anyway, so we- - DIPPER!

Wendy's shout interrupted Dipper's panicked mumbling. With her legs trapped in the sand as well, she was naturally uncomfortable, but even by her cool and restrained attitude, she looked terrified.

- Dipper, first of all, *you* are three feet tall.

Dipper let out a short meep.

- And secondly, we're not gonna die slowly here, because it's not a quicksand.

Wendy's eyes widened, as she spoke the next few words.

- It's a SLOW-SAND!

And just as Dipper was about to ask what was the difference, with a quiet "pop" they were sucked into the sand underneath them, temporarily entombing them in the darkness, and as the soil returned to its natural, flat shape after swallowing them, it let out a pronounced, much louder burp that echoed between the mountains that surrounded the lake.

Dipper and Wendy let out a shriek as they found themselves falling down a dark, empty tunnel, and only when their bodies collided mid-air, the two found some solace, though it only lasted for a few moments as they landed on a pile of sand that somewhat cushioned their fall.

- We-Wendy! - Dipper coughed, feeling aching in his legs - Are-are you okay? - Yeah, I think so...

He felt enormous relief when he heard her voice, and after some more crawling in the near-darkness, the two found each other. Though the walls were covered in glowing fungi, the two desperately needed more light. Wendy reached her hand into her pocket, and the next second the cave was illuminated by her cell-phone. But when Wendy shone the light in front of her, she immediately regretted it, as instead of brightening the wall, it revealed two bug eyes and chitin pincers.

At once, Wendy thought of a plan. She grabbed a fistful of sand and threw it at the beast's face, who roared in pain, making her heart beat twice as fast. She grabbed Dipper and ran as far away from the beast, hoping to find some sort of corridor or a lair leading outside.

- It's-it's a giant ant!

Dipper exclaimed, but at the same time, something grabbed him, yanking him out of Wendy's arms. He expected thin, spindly legs, but instead, he was being held by massive, furry paws, much to his and Wendy's surprise.

- It's... a lion?

His words gave Wendy enough information to know what to do, as she shouted her words, dropped her phone and rushed with her axe to Dipper's rescue!

- Ah, watch out! - Wendy shrieked - It's an antlion!

Upon hearing its name, the beast roared and in its rampage, allowing Dipper to slip from its grip. With two preys surrounding it, the antlion became temporarily confused, and that gave Wendy and Dipper chance to counter-attack. When the beast leaped towards Dipper, he acted quickly, filling the cave with blinding light from his phone's camera, and when that forced the antlion to take a step back, Wendy jumped and leapt onto its body, keeping her hands on its antennae as reins.

The antlion roared again and arched its back to throw Wendy off, but having anticipated that, the lumberjane leaned forward, reached her hand to grab Dipper and yanked him upwards so he can join her. Without even thinking, Dipper closed his arms around Wendy's torso, holding onto her as if they were riding the furriest of motorcycles.

- Buckle up, Dipper! - Wendy shouted - I'm gonna try to drive it up the shaft!

But as she was about to tame the beast, suddenly the cave was filled with warm, yellow light, and two more voices reached Wendy and Dipper.

- Anty! What are you doing?

Wendy and Dipper looked back, and so did the antlion, noticing that the alien cave they were trapped in actually looked like a cozy living room, sans the massive sandpile in the middle of it. And in the hole at one end of it, stood a massive, old lion and on its head a small ant, stomping all six of its legs.

- Anty, answer your mother. - the lion grumbled, and the beast trembled, lowering its head in shame - Oh, I do apologise for Anty - the ant that apparently was his mother spoke, and her husband walked towards Wendy and Dipper, offering his legs to help them get off. - We told our son to not set up traps for people taking romantic strolls on the beach, but it's apparently too much to ask... - We-We're not- - It wasn't-wasn't supposed to be-

Both Dipper and Wendy began explaining themselves, their faces turning slight shade of red, but the ant mother didn't listen.

- Why can't you be like your brother? He didn't have those crazy ideas when he was your age!

The ant pointed two of her legs at a picture on a wall, depicting a beast with an ant's body and a head and mane of a lion.

- Yes, maybe we can ask Lionant to spend some time with you, once he comes back from his studies abroad, of course. - the father spoke calmly, stressing those last words, much to antlion's annoyance. - Uhm, excuse me? - Dipper asked shyly, finally getting the odd parents' attention - We really didn't mean to drop here, and it seems you guys have something to talk about, so... can you point us to an exit?

The two teenagers exchanged knowing looks and smiled politely at the two wild animals.

A few minutes later, a massive boulder on a beach was moved from beneath it, revealing another, official entrance to the ant-lion's family house.

- If you are in the neighbourhood, do drop in - the ant spoke, before she realised what she said - Oops, I didn't mean that.

The rock was moved back, camouflaging the underground house, leaving Wendy and Dipper utterly perplexed, until Dipper let out a cough.

- So, uh, Wendy... - he shied away and moved his foot in the sand - Sorry it didn't work that well out... - Are you kidding? It was cool, man. - Wendy nudged him, prompting him to follow her back to the Shack - I mean, we could have died, but it was cool! I totally wanted to ride that thing, like in that game where you have to keep holding on these giants' backs, and maybe we could have climbed up that hole, and...

And as Wendy kept talking, Dipper relaxed and stared at her red hair, bathed in orange light of the setting sun, and with each minute he was falling for her again.

- By the way, how do you think... the lion.. and the ant... - Dude, you just killed the mood. - Wendy chuckled.

It took Dipper a moment to realise that their evening stroll *had* a mood.

#wendip #wendip week 2020 #wendipweek #nautiscaraderfics #quicksand

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Colorado Crybaby

Warning: The following chapter depicts scenes of violence and may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised.

Chapter 6

The sun shined brightly through the bedroom window. Two women were asleep in a bed.

“Good morning, Rachael.”

Rachael jumped. She forgot that there was a person in her house. Who is in my house?! Oh no. I’m about to be raped or murdered.

Penny spoke more softly. “Good morning.”

Rachael was awake enough to catch up to what was happening and she remembered all the details again. That voice was Penny. Penny had spent the night. Rachael had only 1 bed in this house right now. So Penny had woken up next to her. No danger. It’s just Penny. Penny is safe. Penny is in my bed. PENNY IS IN MY BED. The thought was partly terrifying and partly exciting. Her co-worker of several years and best friend had slept in the same bed as her. How do normal people act with a hot girl in their bed? A hot girl. Rachael’s mind repeated the phrase again. Why did she say that? Penny had said she was bisexual. She remembered being stunned by seeing Penny in her pajamas last night. Penny was hot. Rachael liked how Penny looked.

“You’re right, Penny.” Rachael’s voice was a little deeper, having just woken up. “I am bi.”

Rachael turned over to look at her friend’s face.

“And I admit now. You, Penny, a girl, are hot to me.”

“I KNEW it!” Penny smiled and let out a soft squeal. “We could date each other, you know. That’d be fun.”

Rachael was blushing again. “No. Penny! I’m only just now finding this out about myself. I mean… it would be, I guess, pretty fun to date you…”

“Exactly.” Penny kissed Rachael gently on the forehead.

“Palpitations. PALPITATIONS!” Rachael blushed yet again. “We’re… we’re co-workers, though. You’re kind of my boss.”

“No. Mr. Pendleton is your boss. I mean, I kind of have some influence over you, but… I don’t know. It’s not like everybody has to know.”

Penny got out of bed.

“We should get dressed and start the day.” Penny grabbed the bottom of her pajama shirt and slowly started to pull it up. “Should I change... right... here?”

“Oh my god!” Rachael threw her head under the covers and Penny laughed.

“You are the most adorable thing. I’m not going to change in front of you... Yet. I would melt your brain for the rest of the day if I did that. Wouldn’t I?”

“Why are you torturing me with your beautiful body?!?!” Rachael was still hidden under the covers.

“Because I know I can now. And it’s fun. I’ll wear my work clothes from yesterday. I don’t think I can fit in your clothes after all. I have boobs. You have less boobs.”

“Thank you. I only have 2 casual outfits anyway. They’re a little small on me, so you would just…” Rachael daydreamed about what Penny would look like in her white tanktop and denim shorts. “Yeah.”

From the bathroom, Penny continued the conversation.

“My voluptuous figure would pour out of it like champagne? Which is a polite way to say I’m fatter than you.”

Rachael quickly corrected her. “You’re not fat. No. I didn’t mean…”

“I’m kidding. I don’t think I’m fat. I like how I look. There.”

Penny emerged from the bathroom back in her work clothes.

“We’re definitely going to my house so I can change into more comfortable clothes, and for your sake, less attractive clothes.” Penny smiled.

“That’d be nice. I’d really like to stop thinking about you that way.”

“I don’t mind it. You’re pretty, too, you know. You do need to get dressed, though, sleepyhead. And don’t strip in front of me. I’m not ready to have sex with you.”

Rachael blushed again. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. You told me to change and my brain was like ‘Must obey. Must change.’ You… You can do things to my brain that no one else has ever done before.”

Rachael picked up her tanktop and shorts to go change.

“I kind of had a feeling I was able to do that. Even when we first met, you seemed to have this kind of… awe towards me. That’s why I want to see that you’re well taken care of. You’re too precious to get hurt.”

“Aww.” Rachael was getting dressed in the bathroom now. “Thank you for caring so much about me.”

“Caring for you has this weird… automatic instinct for me, too. When you got outed in Anaheim I didn’t hesitate. I just ripped you out of there as fast as possible. I had to protect my girl.”

“That’s one of the many reasons I love having you as a friend, Penny. You’re just amazing like that.”

Rachael opened the bathroom door. Penny looked over her.

“I love it. You look so ‘White girl.’” Penny smiled. “But seriously, though, you are super cute. I can’t remember the last time I saw you in street clothes. We both work too much.”

“Why can’t I make you melt like you made me melt? That’s not fair.” Rachael started cleaning out her purse so it only contained the essentials for the day.

“I’m immune to your powers of hotness. Mwa ha ha. We’ll take my car for our shopping trip today.”

“Sounds good. I don’t like driving much.”

The two went downstairs to Penny’s car. Rachael locked the front door behind her. Penny’s apartment was in downtown Denver. It was a small apartment near Sloan’s Lake. It was a 25 minute drive from Rachael’s house to Penny’s apartment. They talked for the whole drive. Since they were finally having a conversation outside of the workplace again, they had a whole list of things to talk about. Penny questioned Rachael about being bi, but Rachael’s answers were often just ‘I don’t know.’ Rachael wanted to talk about that topic more with her friend, but she was still trying to process it all internally and needed lighter topics while her mind digested her new reality.

When they walked into her apartment a few minutes later, Rachael thought Penny’s apartment was wonderful. It was recently remodeled and looked luxurious on the inside. Penny had just the right amount of decoration. It was all tasteful, elegant and modern. Some of the art on the walls was video game themed, but still fit the styling of the other modern decorations.

“I didn’t know you played video games.” Rachael said, as they toured the apartment.

“Occasionally. I like the art more than actually playing.”

“I’m disappointed in the amount of mess, though. You said your home life was a mess. This is a fantastic mess, Penny.”

Penny pointed at her head. “This home. My personal life. My life choices at home. I didn’t mean my house was a mess.”

Rachael looked in her bathroom and noticed a dildo on the floor.

“See? Dammit.” Penny quickly shoved the dildo in a drawer, embarrassed.

Rachael teased her now. “Oh no. A dildo. Penny has NEEDS!”

They both laughed.

“Look, kid. I don’t need your sass.” Penny joked.

They ended the tour in Penny’s bedroom. There was another dildo on the bed.

“Holy cow. You are the horniest woman I know! Do you have a dildo in every room?”

Now Penny blushed as she stashed another dildo in a drawer. “I have a high libido, okay? Would you get out of here so I can change, you brat?”

Rachael laughed. “Yes ma’am.”

Penny changed while Rachael wandered the apartment, taking in all the sights, sounds, and smells of the private life of Penny De LaCruz. At first glance, the apartment seemed normal enough. A bookshelf in the living room held several books that focused on the artwork of video games. The walls were decorated nicely with stylized video game art. Penny had turned on music in her room. Rachael didn’t recognize the artist, but she heard a strong female vocalist singing. The air carried a hint of coconut and vanilla from wax warmers in other rooms. The apartment was kept clean, an easy task, since Penny was only here to sleep most of the time.

“There. How do I look?”

Penny came into the living room wearing denim jeans and a loose fitting short sleeved shirt. The jeans had a tear mid-thigh, obviously designed that way. On her feet were pink and grey sneakers with ankle socks.

“Beautiful. And I don’t go nuts when I look at you, now! A+. 5 stars.”

Penny laughed. “Let’s go shopping, then.”

They left the apartment and drove to a nearby home decor store to begin their shopping trip. This store would most likely have the lamp, nightstands and mirror they wanted. They walked inside and quickly found the lamp aisle.

“Here you go.” Penny said sarcastically. She pointed to an antique lamp that was brand new, yet looked ancient. “This is adult enough for you, right?”

“Please don’t put that in my house. Ew. I can’t believe people buy some of this stuff.” Rachael’s attention was drawn further down the aisle where a large floor lamp with multiple arms branched out. The small shades over each bulb were brightly colored with bright silver arms going back to its base.

“That’s pretty.”

“Penny! I want it! I know it’s not a nightstand lamp, but I want it! I am so getting this.”

Rachael loaded the large box into their cart, a big smile on her face.

They continued to walk around and shop, getting twice as many things as they came for. They were nearly done shopping at this store when a man walked up behind Rachael.

“Hey. How are you?” The man said.

“Good. Thanks. You?” Rachael turned and looked over the man, checking to see if she was supposed to recognize him, but she didn’t.

“I’m good. I just wanted to let you know there’s a huge sale happening behind this building.”

He didn’t give anyone time to respond.

“Let’s head back there and check it out. They have this same lamp for 90% off. We have to hurry, though, or they’ll sell it.”

Penny tried to cut in. “It’s behind…” He cut her off.

“Yeah, it’s behind the store. We have to go right now. We can’t miss this deal. They probably have everything in your cart back there. Let’s just go.”

He reached out and grabbed Rachael’s arm.

Faster than Rachael could blink, Penny was behind him and had a switchblade knife to his throat.

“Let her go. Now.” Penny hissed.

“Fuck, man.” He dropped her arm. “It’s just a sale, shit. Fuckin’ ungrateful bitches.”

Penny pointed the knife at him as he backed away.

“Fuckin’ crazy ungrateful bitches.”

“Fuck off, asshole!” Penny roared. “Let’s go.”

Penny put one hand on Rachael’s back and the other hand on the cart. Before Rachael had a second to think, they were at the checkout.

“There’s a man in this store who grabbed my friend. He said there’s a sale happening behind the store? I think he wanted to take her.” Penny explained what happened to the slightly terrified cashier. Rachael began to shake a little.

“I’ll get security.” The clerk talked quietly. She picked up the phone and made a page over the intercom. “Cleanup on aisle 42.”

The store was fairly large, but there was no aisle 42. Within seconds, a security officer was by their side.

“Are you ladies alright?” The officer quickly looked at the girls, then around at their surroundings.

“Yes, sir.” Penny said. “Some crazy white guy said there’s a sale happening behind the store and tried to take my friend. He’s about my height, crazy hair, needed to shave.”

The security officer quickly got their information from them and escorted them out to their car. He assured them they would check the security cameras and someone would be in touch to ‘resolve the issue’. Penny knew there wasn’t much they could do, but they loaded the stuff and they were safe in Penny’s car again.

Rachael sobbed.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m so sorry. I know that was scary for you. I’m kinda terrified myself. Are you okay?”

“I’m *sniffle* I’m okay. *sob* You! You you you! With the knife and the guy!” Rachael continued sobbing again.

“Me?”

“My girlfriend is my bodyguard!” Rachael threw her arms around Penny, squeezing her tight.

“Bodyguard? Girlfriend? I mean…”

“You were SO BRAVE! You told the mean man to go away and he DID! And you OWNED HIM! You were like WOOSH! And that made him leave! You’re my big strong protector!!!” Rachael sobbed some more.

“Oh, kiddo.” Penny stroked Rachael’s hair gently. “It’s okay now. We’re okay.”

They hugged for a few more minutes. Penny managed to pry Rachael off and buckled her up. She drove to a nearby restaurant for lunch and ice cream. They used the drive through and ate in the car.

“Okay.” Rachael licked her ice cream cone, then let out a shaky breath. She was still reeling from what had happened. “So that happened.”

“I hate men.” Penny stared into the distance. Her face seemed to suggest she was imagining strangling many different men.

“Me too.”

“Are you going to be okay shopping, or do you just want to go home? And what about clubbing tonight?”

“I don’t want to spoil your fun.” Rachael looked disappointed.

“Sweetheart, some stranger just tried to grab you and do who knows what. If you want to go home, I have no problem taking you home. We do need to make at least 2 more stops, though. But I want to pack a bag to spend one more night at your house and then get something from one more store.”

“I still want to go to that club tonight. But I don’t think I want to shop anymore. I’m pretty much done shopping for the weekend. I have groceries being delivered on Tuesday, so that’s already covered. I basically got everything I need. I’m still okay to do other stuff.”

“Are you sure, Rachael?”

“Yeah. As much as this whole situation sucked, I don’t want men running my life, either.”

“Amen to that. Okay, kiddo. Finish your food, then buckle up. We’ve got places to go.”

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Fabric Tears (Part 3)

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With the sudden task to redecorate the dining room for a tea party materializing in front of everyone, an aura of calmness had settled within the Corduroy household, much to Wendy's relief, Mabel's joy, and Dipper's confusion.

First off, the winter garb finally came off, now that there was no longer the threat of a bear running away while the coats were being removed. Dan was more than happy to house them in the closet located near the entrance. The closet, which originally was only keeping plaid colored jackets in there, now had a splash of color with the trio's coats added to the rack.

The three Corduroy brothers returned in record time with a box of Candyleaf, and whole bunch of other boxes of tea flavors. They all talked over each other with excitement, talking about how the ghostly couple were so thankful for the boy's good manners that they were allowed to the other boxes for free. Dan roared with good natured laughter and got a second kettle of water boiling.

Wendy and Mabel were taking turns between keeping an eye on Mr. SnuggleLots and setting the table up. Mabel made sure to throw a bunch of cute stickers on the tea cups. Wendy taught the bear how to play card games, and thankfully, cards were not in Mr. SnuggleLots's diet.

Dipper and Frisk were taking a break, sitting at the bottom steps of the stairway and watching Mabel, Wendy, and everyone else running around and transforming the dining room into a top quality tea set for Mabel's wild tea party plan. Dipper and Frisk were also using this opportunity to keep an eye on the pets, with Dipper holding onto Waddles, and Frisk giving lovely head scritches to Toby

"Back in the summer, I bet I would've chopped the poor bear's head off by this point or something," joked Dipper.

"I have a feeling you would've faced some resistance from Mabel if you tried that," replied Frisk, holding the torn scarf in their hands and making sure that Toby was far away enough to not consider biting it.

Dipper laughed, setting Waddles down to give himself a moment to stretch his arms. "Yeah, probably. Still though... I don't know if she would have come to this crazy conclusion to throw a tea party if she hadn't met you. Maybe instead, she'd have... pfft, I dunno, encased him in ice and shipped him off to the North Pole?"

"It feels like any scenario is possible if Mabel is behind it," teased Frisk.

"Just her, huh? Sounds like someone's picking favorites," laughed Dipper, giving the child ambassador a playful shove on the shoulder.

"Maybe I am~ Are you willing to prove to me that you are the sibling who's worth more of my attention than your sister?"

"Ohhhhhh no, don't go there. Last time Mabel and I had that kind of dispute, things got... pretty ridiculous. I've hated carpets ever since..."

"If you're going to continue being secret about your stories, you should stop hooking people in like that. I was all down for letting your story remain untold, and then you bring up this sudden hatred for carpets? You have captivated me, Dipper."

The stairway softly echoed with the barks of Toby, the snorts of Waddles, and the chuckles of Dipper and Frisk... when another sound made its way to Dipper's ears.

It sounded like... sobbing. From upstairs.

"Everything okay, Dipper?" asked Frisk with a tilt of the head. "You got awfully quiet."

"I'm going to check up on Toriel. Call me if Mabel needs me," Dipper suddenly declared, making his way up the stairs.

"Huh? Dipper, wait-" began Frisk, but Dipper was already gone. Giving a sigh of uncertainty, Frisk resumed watching the rest of the group set up the table while the pets messed around.

Dipper was able to find Wendy's room pretty quickly, having memorized to route to get there, which he was embarrassed to admit. Without thinking, we twisted the knob and opened the door.

"Toriel, what's wrong? I heard... sobbing..........."

The room was almost completely dark, the only light source in the room coming from the paused image on Wendy's television. And there, sitting on Wendy's bed, legs folded and drawn in to her chest, was Toriel; her eyes were puffy and red, there was a prominent trail of tears on both of her cheeks. Even Papyrus could have deduced that the Ex-Queen had been crying.

Not wanting to stare, Dipper shifted his attention to the television set. The image on the screen appeared to be a home recording of some sort, the kind taken with a big vintage video camera. The background depicted a well maintained house with a wooden floor and fireplace. In the foreground...

There was a little goat kid, eyes wide with wonder, and tears welling up at the bottom of those eyes. He had white soft-looking fur, a tinge of pink to his cheeks, and just... the purest smile that Dipper had ever seen. Pure enough to rival Mabel's 1000-watt grins.

Toriel's yelp of shock jolted Dipper back to the present moment.

"Dipper! I- I wasn't- that is, I didn't... I didn't anticipate that anybody would need me so soon-"

"Nonono, it's my fault, I... I thought you were in trouble and I came running in-"

They both eventually stopped talking over one another and a thick silence fell on them.

"...........I- I'll go-" Dipper started.

"No, it's-" began Toriel, her voice hitching.

...

Toriel continued. "Frisk has... told me about you. How your curiosity tends to drive you."

"Well um... it's not something I'm proud of exactly... but yeah, I'd say that description fits me."

The awkward silence returned, but this time the intensity was a little lighter.

Dipper was the one to break it this time. "Listen, you don't need to tell me anything, my curiosity should not be a factor in this-"

"I appreciate that, Dipper. But let's be honest. If I had you leave now, things will be awkward afterwards, and they'll stay awkward for who knows how long. I.... I might as well tell you, now that you've already seen it."

For one last moment, silence filled the room, the only audible sound being the buzz of the old television set.

"......please come in," finished Toriel.

Not a word was spoken as Dipper warily entered Wendy's room and shut the door behind him, submerging the room in near-total darkness once more, minus the light shining from the TV. Toriel looked down to the floor. She said nothing, but slowly lifted the paw that held the remote... and hit 'play.'

"M-mom?! You made this for me?! It's gigantic! I want it! I WANT IT I WANT IT I WANT IT!!!"

"Ha ha ha ha! I know, it looks delicious, doesn't it! But that's no excuse to forget your manners. How do you ask for things that you want, my child?"

"Mom, may I please eat the cake?"

"Nope!"

"What?!!!? B-but you said... you said that I-!"

"Aha ha ha ha! I'm just teasing you my child! Before I can let you dig in though, your father and I need to sing for you!"

"That song again?? You sing it every year though, ha ha!"

"Maybe. But it is a tradition~ And it's worth singing for you, my bundle of sunshine~"

"Stoppit mommmmmm! You're embarrassing me!"

"Hush now, little one~ And close your eyes~"

The image suddenly went dark, and Dipper realized that the lights had been switched off in the household... then the screen lit up again, by candles being lit on the cake. The light gave the goat child a very calming orange glow. He looked so... happy.

"Okay! You can open them now!"

And he did. Dipper watched him gasp... somehow, the goat child's smile managed to get even bigger.

"♫Happy Birthday to you ♫..........♫Happy Birthday to you♫.......... ♫Happy Birthday dear-"

"Asriel" mouthed Dipper.

His lips had moved before his brain, or heart, or even his voice could process it. But he just knew. This was him. This... was Asriel. The child that Frisk had tried to save... and lost.

Dipper vaguely noted that at some point, tears had welled up in his eyes and they were currently trailing down his cheeks.

"...Happy Birthday tooooooo yooouuuuuuuuu~♫ Make a wish, little one!"

The video went still again. Dipper looked up to see that Toriel had hit the remote's pause button once more, the small box silently trembling in her paw. She dropped the remote, buried her face in her tear-stained sleeves, and let out the most gut wrenching wail that Dipper had ever heard. Instinctively he wrapped his arms around her. And bless her heart, she let him.

"He.......... he was everything..." whimpered Toriel after what felt like hours of weeping in Dipper's arms. "He was full of life... every day was filled with his cries and his laughter... the plan was when he was old enough to become a prince, we were going to surprise him with a throne that was just... covered with honey suckles. Asriel always... always loved those honey suckles..."

Dipper could not say a word. What could he say? He had never endured the loss of a loved one. He came awfully close to losing Mabel at the hands of him, but unlike Toriel, Dipper got lucky. He had his great uncles to thank for protecting him and his sister. But it appeared that Toriel did not have such luck...

Toriel sniffled. "You remember earlier when Mabel said she was willing to share her candy with the coolest mom to ever walk the earth, right Dipper?"

"I remember."

She gave a sad laugh. "Well... this is the day when I remember how lousy of a mother I was. I should have seen the signs. I should have stopped him... and I didn't. I'm no cool mother. I'm not even a good one... I... I was powerless, Dipper."

All Dipper could do was tighten the hug. Nothing could be said. Toriel Dreemurr was going through something that Dipper could never fathom, and part of him hoped that he would never come to learn it.

There was suddenly a gentle creeeeeeeeeaaaaaaak that shook the two out of their hug.

It was Frisk.

Nobody said anything for a while. All that could be heard was the clinking and clattering of silverware downstairs.

"...The tea is ready," finally spoke Frisk. "Mabel is expecting all of us to attend. I can let her know if you need more time th-"

Toriel shook her head. "N-no, I'm alright. You said tea is ready?"

"Yes, correct," affirmed Frisk. They watched as Toriel remained tense. They gave a quick glance to the television screen, before looking back to their mother.

"...The plan was to talk once this was all over, correct?" said Frisk reassuringly. "I'll tell you everything then, I promise. But first, I'd like to have some tea. Mabel will be furious if anyone lets their cup get cold."

"R-right... Yes... Yes of course," said Toriel, standing up from the bed and dusting herself off. "Tell Mabel I'll be right down."

"Yes Mom," said Frisk with a hint of a smile, disappearing from view as they climbed back down the stairs.

"Well... I'll see you downstairs Dipper," said Toriel, wiping her eyes. "Mind shutting the TV off for me?"

"I don't mind at all, Toriel. See you down there," said Dipper with a wave, watching as Toriel disappeared from his view.

There was... a lot to process from that exchange. But it would have to wait for now. Dipper reached forward to press the TV's on/off switch...

...when something on the monitor caught his eye.

The dim background made it hard to see, but Dipper swore that there, sitting in a chair, was another child.

A human child.

...

Dipper hit 'play.'

"I wish that I can stay best friends forever with-!"

"Oh come on Asriel, you wished for that last year. Wish for something else this time, sheesh."

"Hey! That was rude!" said Asriel, seeming to be both shocked and tickled by the remark. "You're such a meanie sometimes, Cha-"

And then there was static. The videotape had reached its end.

...

Filled with questions that he knew he'd have to wait until the right moment to ask about, Dipper turned the TV off and finally left Wendy's room.

Dipper was met with a very lively spectacle.

Dan was pouring cup after cup of various tea flavors, handing them to Mabel and Wendy (both wearing heat resistant gloves) who fanned out to place each cup in front of 11 different seats at the dining room table. Toriel had already sit herself down at one of the seats, but had opted to wait until everyone was seated before she began sipping her tea. Toby and Waddles were running around underneath the table, darting under some chairs and darting around others. The boys and Frisk were gathered in the living room, Frisk eagerly listening to a story that Marcus was telling about how he once managed get himself a gigantic fish from the lake (while Kevin and Gus acted it out in the background to hype up the tale) and all four of them were smiling and laughing. Sitting at the end of the table, his beady eyes taking in the entire scene, was Mr. SnuggleLots.

"Dipper! Welcome back!" said Mabel as she noticed her awestruck brother. She walked up to him and took him by the hands. "Welcome to the tea party! Your seat is right over here next to Mr. SnuggleLots! Don't worry, he hasn't been biting anything since he ate my half of Papyrus's scarf. Come on, this way!"

Dipper let himself be guided by Mabel as she sat him down at his seat. Now that he was at the table, he noticed all of them had a designated name. Starting from Dan's seat, and working clockwise, the seats were as follows.

Daniel

Marcus

Gus

Kevin

Toriel

Frisk

Mabel

Mr. SnuggleLots

Dipper

Wendy

Francine

...Francine? Who was-?

"ALRIGHT EVERYONE!" Hollered Dan, clinking a glass so hard that it sounded like swords clashing. "THE TEA PARTY HAS OFFICIALLY BEGUN! THANK YOU ALL FOR COMING, AND ON BEHALF OF THE MABEL PINES ORGANIZATION-"

"Yes my friends, that is actually a thing!!!" piped Mabel.

"-WE HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY YOUR TIME HERE! NOW, DRINK UP!"

Everybody swarmed the table, plopping down in their designated seats and engaging in lively conversation. The Corduroys, minus Wendy, clashed their mugs together like they were beer mugs, then blew on their cups and gently sipped on them because they were actually hot mugs of tea, not cold jugs of beer. Toriel was giggling as Frisk had managed to get roped into another story that Mabel was telling to Mr. SnuggleLots, whose reactions were proving that he could always understand English like Dipper hypothesized. Looking elsewhere, the boy was pleased to notice that Toriel was looking more and more like her old self, and Wendy seemed to be lighting up from the calm but animated gathering. Dipper couldn't help but smile, happy to see that Wendy was starting to recover from her frustration from the recent lack of sleep.

But in the midst of this discussion, Dipper noticed that the seat of Francine was still vacant.

"Wondering about the empty seat, kiddo?" Wendy spoke up, Dipper tearing his gaze away from the seat to look at her.

"Um... y-yeah I suppose," said Dipper, cheeks turning the faintest shade of pink. "Is it..."

"A seat for my mom? I'm afraid so, champ," said Wendy, giving a gentle smile and taking a hearty sip of her tea now that it had cooled down enough. "Francine Corduroy. Better known by her nickname, Manly Fran."

Dipper looked down, not knowing how to reply. As he looked up, he saw Toriel on the other side. She appeared to have overheard the conversation.

"Manly Fran?" repeated Dipper.

"Yep, believe it or not, my dad was always a fan of tea time. His masculine attitude was a rather late addition. It's how he makes sure that her legacy lives on, I suppose. Though I bet that most of what he does nowadays would just make my Mom howl."

"Did she enjoy tea?" Toriel blurted, before putting a paw to her mouth. It seems she didn't mean to speak out loud.

"Oh she loved it, especially if Dad was the one who made it," Wendy gave a warm laugh. "Her adoration for it is the reason my dad didn't abandon it when she passed..." she takes her napkin and gently dabs at her eyes. "It's our way of honoring her. We do this every memorial. It is... one of my favorite nights every year. It's cool that we managed to find an excuse to do it tonight, but... it just wouldn't feel right to have it without that one empty seat, even if this one isn't for her, you know?"

"I assume that the atmosphere here is... a lot less lively during the day of her passing..." Toriel's voice quivered near the end.

"Oh, you couldn't be further from the truth," snorted Wendy in laughter. "If anything, tonight's positive vibes are subdued compared to the anniversary of her passing. The whole day is filled with stories, memories, laughs, and endless tea for anyone who asked for it. I know it seems backwards to be that jovial during a day of remembrance for a dead family member who was a part of all of our lives- and don't get me wrong, there is a fair share of crying as well- but hey... if we're gonna remember her every year, we all knew that it would be better, and healthier in the long run, to fill the day with as many smiles as there are tears."

Wendy tilted her eyes towards the ceiling. She gave a kiss to the air, gestured her mug to it, and finished the rest of her tea. "Ahhhhhh..."

"That's... that's incredible," said Toriel, wiping her eyes.

"Oh, the tea was cold enough at this point," Wendy assured. "If it was fresh from the kettle, there's no way that-"

"No, I mean... the way your family honors your late mother. It's....... I've never thought of it that way. 'As many smiles as there are tears...'"

"Words straight from my Old Lady," said Wendy, leaning back in her seat.

Toriel looked down, silent. She witnessed her reflection in the steaming liquid. She managed a smile. "Wise words to be sure. I would've loved to meet her."

"She would've loved to meet everyone here," said Wendy with a courteous smirk, before heading out of her seat to quickly pour herself a second mug.

The topic of Francine drifted off soon after, and eventually everyone was back to jovial discussions that were occasionally sprinkled with a bark or a yip. All the while, the smile on Mr. SnuggleLots's face never wavered.

About an hour and a half passed before the mood died down enough to declare that the table should be cleared off. The kids had reconvened to discuss the night.

"I guess we managed to check off almost all the boxes on your Rehabiliteddy Program™, Mabel," said Frisk.

"Oh right, I forgot that that program had multiple steps," said Dipper, proving that Mabel had relied on this program before.

"Right... we still have no idea if this guy has an owner out looking for him," reminded Mabel.

"Or whether or not the owner ever want's him back," cautioned Frisk.

"Or even whether or not the owner is a human, or a bear, or something else entirely," added Dipper.

The kids went silent, stewing in all the questions that were unanswered.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Everybody in the house froze. Toby started growling at the front door.

"Helloooo?!" came a muffled, ragged voice of an elder woman from the other side of the door. "Pardon the disturbance! I just need to know if something passed this way! A Teddy bear to be specific! One that's alive, to be more specific!"

The kids shared a glance at Mr. SnuggleLots who was being playfully tossed around by the Corduroy brothers. Did the voice truly belong to the bear's owner?

Frisk shimmered orange for a second, deciding that there was only one way to find out. "I'll get the door."

"Wait, hang on a second, Frisk-!" tried Dipper.

But Frisk had already marched toward the door and opened it.

On the other side was a heavily hunching, stubby old woman. Her skin was heavily wrinkled and had a sickly green complexion. Her hair was gray to the point of looking white, and there was a cobweb or two that was nestled in her shabby locks. And she was wearing a tattered cloak that was decorated with two giant shadows of disembodied hands.

"Hand Witch!!!" cheered Mabel, recognizing the kind hag.

"Well welllllllllll! If it isn't the lady who helped redecorate my caaaaaaave!" dragged the delighted witch. "And the boy as welllllllll! Good to see you!!! I don't recognize the kid in the striped sweater though..."

"Wait, the Hand Witch?" said Wendy, cocking an eyebrow in bafflement. "I thought you were just some myth that Stanley cooked up to sell his overpriced molds of decapitated hands."

"Nope, he and I go way back!" said the Hand Witch proudly. "Thanks to the kind metal-teethed lady, I finally know what it's like to have a sweet heart!"

"You have a boyfriend!!?" squealed Mabel in excitement, slapping her hands to her cheeks.

"Hm? Oh no, he broke things off with me weeks ago," explained the Hand Witch, cheerfully adding, "So I boiled him up and ate his heart! Hearts are surprisingly sugary after you cook them!"

Mabel looked like her own mom told her that Santa Claus got killed in a sleigh accident. "W.... What...?"

The Hand Witch laughed awkwardly. "That was a joke. I thought I was being obvious about that, sorry. We're still together!" she continued, holding up a photo of herself smiling happily and holding hands with... a pale skinned, wrinkly man with unfocused yellow eyes, crooked brown teeth, shaggy dirty hair, and a giant gaping hole in his chest. "I did eat his heart for real, though. He's a ghoul now."

"Oh, okay then!" said Mabel, calming down quite a bit, not appearing to care about the whole eating-hearts thing. Dipper probably did though, considering how creeped out he looked.

Frisk on the other hand marched straight up to the witch and stuck their hand out. "Frisk Dreemurr, Ambassador of Monsters from the Underground. Pleased to meet you."

"Ooooooooooooooo, such delicate haaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnds~! Um, I mean, the pleasure is all mine!" said the Hand Witch, eagerly shaking Frisk's hand with both of hers.

"Am I to understand that you are the owner of this Nocturnal Teddy Bear?" asked Frisk, seemingly unphased by the Hand Witch dragging the hand shake on for a little too long.

"Yep!" nodded the Hand Witch. "Good ol' Beelzecub is my own creation! Did you kids cross paths with him by any chance?"

"Beelze-what???" Mabel stumbled over her words, when suddenly she felt something land on her head. It was Mr. SnuggleLots, recognizing the witch.

"Ah! There he is!" exclaimed the witch. "Beelzecub! You sure gave me a work out that is only sure to worsen my distorted spine! Why'd you run off?! Was it something I said? Or did? Was it something I didn't say or do? Speak to me Beelzecub! Speak to me, even though I know you can't talk! Was it because you thought I couldn't handle raising you when you turned out to be more of a bear than I intended?!

"What do you mean by him being more of a bear than you intended?" asked Toriel, approaching the group.

"My goal was to create the most Teddy Bearish sentient Teddy Bear to ever roam Gravity Falls!" bellowed the witch, imaginary thunder and lightning booming behind her. "But what came out... acted a lot more like your average bear cub."

"So you abandoned him?!" realized Toriel.

"Absolutely not! I raised him like any well-respected mother should do! Anyone who abandons a child if they don't come out exactly like they intended was never meant to be a parent at all!"

"I mean... do the rules of parenting apply here?" said Dipper, a little perplexed by this strange scenario. "What do you think, Frisk? ....Frisk?"

Frisk suddenly shook out of their stupor. "Hm?"

"Do you think the Hand Witch should treat Mr. SnuggleLots like he's her son?" said Dipper.

"Oh um, I suppose so. She did create him and all."

"See Dipper?!" said Mabel, nudging him. "I knew that Necromancy could be used for good!"

"I'm pretty sure necromancy doesn't apply here," grumbled Dipper.

"If he knows I created him, then why did my boy run away from home???" said a downtrodden Hand Witch. "I did my best to raise him right in the three weeks that I had him..."

There was silence among the group, nobody knowing how to approach this extremely weird conundrum. Even Waddles and Toby were silent.

The silence was broken by a familiar growl from a stomach made of stuffing.

"Oh!" said the Hand Witch, noticing the Teddy bear. "Are you still hungry, Beelzecub? I have a nice plate of fresh fish waiting for you at home!"

The bear said nothing.

Mabel got up to the hag's ear. "Try calling him Mr. SnuggleLots."

"Hm? That's a weird name..." nevertheless, the Hand Witch cleared her dry throat. "Oh Mr. SnuggleLoooooooootssssssss! There's a plate of fish with your name on it if you accompany Mama back to the caaaaaaaaaaave!"

The Trio, the pets, the Corduroys, and Toriel all watched as Mr. SnuggleLots's face turned a sickly green at the mention of fish, the poor bear looking absolutely nauseous.

And everything made sense.

"Mrs. Hand Witch," said Mabel, standing straight. "I believe we know why your pet Teddy ran away from home."

Dipper stood up next. "The reason for him leaving you was not because you were a bad role model, but rather..."

"You were feeding your child literal garbage," finished Frisk.

"B-but, look at him!" pleaded the Hand Witch. "He clearly acts like a... well... huh, actually he's acting pretty much how I envisioned him to act when I made him."

Dipper paced the room, stroking his chin. "I believe that what you had been dealing with was simply a side effect of a hungry Mr. SnuggleLots. It would appear, based on our experience, that the hungrier that Mr. SnuggleLots gets, the more animalistic he becomes. And this is not unheard of; I know a great number of people who display similar behavior when they're hungry. Take Mabel for example. Mabel!"

"Present!" said Mabel, raising her hand.

"Answer honestly! Do you, or do you not, start to growl like gremlin whenever breakfast takes longer than usual to be served?"

"I do!" said Mabel. "I also start biting the table legs!"

"Now then, Ms. Hand Witch," said Dipper, pointing at the witch who was taking notes. "Would you say that Mabel's behavior is well mannered, or not?"

"It isn't," Frisk chimed in. "But it is very much a quality that defines Mabel, and should never be corrected."

Mabel couldn't help but smile at that.

"So wait, hang on," said Wendy. "You mean to tell me that all of this crazy behavior was happening because Mr. SnuggleLots was hangry?"

"You are absolutely correct, Wendy." said Dipper, before returning his focus to the friendly crone. "The point we're trying to make here, Mrs. Hand Witch, is that when you created Mr. SnuggleLots, he was born without any food in his belly. He was starving. And he left your cave because what you were feeding him is not what he eats. It isn't fish, or bugs, or even honey. It is-!"

"Fabric!" said Mabel from behind Dipper, throwing confetti out of her hands. Where she got the confetti from was information that only she knew about.

"So, all that you need to do is change what you feed him," informed Frisk with their index finger up. "If you can't get over feeding him bear-food, then do it in the form of fabric. Knit a fish-doll. Use a yellow spool of yarn in place of a beehive. Things like that. Do that on top of everything else you've been doing for him, and you should be fine."

"I see, I see!" said the Hand Witch, enchanted by the new information. "I shall update his meal planner right away! Whaddya say to that, Beelz- um, I mean, Mr. SnuggleLots? Wow, that's going to take some getting used to... Ahem, well, Mr. SnuggleLots, how 'bout it? Ready to head back to our sweet little cave?"

Mr. SnuggleLots slowly crawled up to the Hand Witch... and gently chewed on her robe. Not eating it. Just chewing it.

"Looks like he's willing to give you another chance," said Frisk smiling.

The hag cackled with glee, picking the bear up and spinning him around. "Mama has missed you sooooooooooooo much!"

Mabel smiled at the happy reunion... but try as she may, she couldn't stop herself from choking up. "I'm gonna miss you, *sniff* Mr. SnuggleLots! Don't forget about me, you- you hear me?! I forbid it!!!"

"There there, sis," soothed Dipper, patting his sister on the back. He looked back to the bear, and gave a gentle yell. "Stay out of trouble from now on, okay buddy?"

"Your mother loves you very much! You're very blessed to have someone like her!" Frisk chimed in. "Don't forget to thank her occasionally!"

The sentient Teddy smiled and nodded, giving one final wave to the kids before the door to the cabin gently shut behind him and the hag.

"Bwaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" came the over-the-top wails of Mabel Pines.

"And here come the post-Teddy-bear Blues," sighed Dipper, giving his sister a big hug.

"Ah, so this is a normal occurrence?" asked Frisk.

"Yep," nodded the capped twin. "She is incredibly loyal to any Teddy bear she encounters. You would not believe the number of times I've had to drag her away from various Lost and Found departments because she gave them a lost Teddy bear and couldn't will herself to part with it."

"Heh," chuckled Wendy. "I guess she couldn't bear saying goodbye to any of them, huh?"

The whole room went silent. Well, almost silent; Toriel took everyone by surprise with her giggles.

"You've been hanging out with Sans too much," snarled Dipper at Wendy.

"The guy's a hoot! Shut up!" laughed Wendy.

"At- at any rate," said Toriel, composing herself, "We should be heading out."

"Wait! We should try to help Wendy out with her sleeping problems!" said Mabel, having snapped out of her state of weeping. "I was going to suggest Mr. SnuggleLots but... he's gone now..." annnnnnnnnnnd the tears resumed.

"Meh, that wouldn't have worked out," said Wendy. "It's right in his species' name: Nocturnal. He'd be up all night, and I'd be spending the whole time taking care of him, instead of getting any sleep. But... it did give me an idea. I think having a stuffed animal would help me get to sleep."

"You want a what???" called Dan, his voice becoming a calm growl.

Wendy sighed and tightened her fists. No backing out now. She was a daughter of Francine Corduroy, and dang it, she was going to act like one.

"You heard me, Dad! You all heard me! I am done with the December noise! You all wanna holler about the upcoming New Year, do it outside! The pub, the woods, the sewers, I don't care! Just do it away from me when I'm trying to sleep! As for the stuffed animal, heck yeah I want one! I've always wanted one, why not!? They're soft, they're quiet, they'll help me sleep, and they don't even cost that much, Dad!"

"Dang, she's going off," said Dipper, almost mesmerized.

"'Tis the wrath of the teenager," said Mabel with deep respect towards the red-haired girl. "A power that you and I will soon acquire for ourselves, brother."

"And... A-and...!" Wendy stammered.

The room went quiet from bated breath.

"AND IF ANY OF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT, I'LL SUPLEX YOU INTO A MOUNTAIN!!!"

There was silence. Not a peep was uttered from any of the Corduroys. Wendy simply waited, puffing and panting...

"BWAAAAAAAAAH HAH HAH HAH!!!" Dan howled with laughter. "THAT'S MY GIRL~!"

"Pardon?" said Wendy.

"First thing tomorrow, we'll stop by the local toy store. You can pick out whichever one you want! The boys wouldn't stop pestering me about it anyway. As for the New Years noise..."

Wendy tensed up.

"Baby girl, I'm gonna be honest, it completely slipped my mind how busy you are with the shack. I promise to take the noise elsewhere. And if you ever catch me forgetting that promise, you have permission to wack me upside the head with your late mother's favorite frying pan."

"You're kidding," said Wendy with a flabbergasted smile.

"Nope, you know I don't kid around with you or any of the boys," said Dan with pride.

"Heh... thanks Dad," said Wendy sheepishly, thinking to herself, Looks like Undyne isn't boasting around when she's giving advice. I keep forgetting that she was a Captain during her time underground.

"Victory for Wendy!!!" cheered Mabel, throwing more confetti from seemingly out of nowhere.

"And with th-thaaaaaattttttt..." Toriel said before letting out a massive yawn of her own. "I believe it's time that we headed home."

As the kids, the pets, and Toriel made their way back home in their winter garb (Mabel now donning a decently lengthed spaghetti scarf thanks to Mr. SnuggleLots biting it down to size), Frisk slowed their pace, drifting away from the kids until the stoic faced child was side by side with their mother.

"Frisk?" said Toriel, curious as to why her child fell behind.

"I knew that today was Asriel's birthday. I knew the whole time."

"!!!"

"And when I found out that you stole the living room TV, I realized it was because you were planning to spend the day alone in your room with the videotape of his birthday. I... I wanted his birthday to be a day of celebration. A day where you and Dad could come together, if only for the one day. I..."

Toriel said nothing. She just picked her child up and held them close to her as she walked. Frisk buried their face in her shoulder, their tiny hands gripping onto her robe.

"I got..." whimpered the child. "...I got so mad when I found out that you were planning to spend the day away from me... from Dad... from everyone. If anything, we could've at least helped you carry the burden of all the grief the day brings you. So... So I stole the videotape in the hope that you would abandon looking for it and spend time with us instead. I should've told you, I know... but... I was scared you'd just turn me away... I'm sorry..."

"Oh, Frisk," comforted the remorseful mother. "You don't have to apologize for anything..."

"...except for stealing."

That earned her a muffled chuckle. Okay, good.

"I'm the one who needs to apologize here. I should have never secluded myself from the group, from Asgore, and especially from you. If you knew that today was his birthday, you must've been grieving a bit yourself. And there is no doubt that Asgore was coping with his own grief as well."

She felt Frisk silently nod against her.

"Did you overhear the conversation I was having with Wendy, Frisk?"

"...A bit."

"Well," said Toriel, giving a murmur of a giggle as she ran a paw through Frisk's hair soothingly, "She told me something that I feel silly for not considering sooner. About how the anniversary of a lost loved one should be filled with laughter, not just grief. I promise you, this is the last night where I suffer in a room by myself on my dear Asriel's birthday."

"Really?"

"I swear it, my child."

Frisk pulled back to look their mom in the eyes and smile. "Thanks, Mom."

"You're welcome, my dear sweet Frisk," cooed Toriel, brushing her snout against Frisk's nose endearingly. "Would you like me to set you down?"

"Please," said Frisk. "I just remembered something I want to tell Mabel."

"Of course, sweetie," said Toriel, setting Frisk back down on the snowy ground. "I suppose we can consider this to be the end of the conversation that we both promised earlier to continue."

"Okay, Mom," said a beaming Frisk, before running up to rejoin the group and say...

"Hey Mabel, don't you owe your brother fifty dollars now or something? The owner of the bear turned out to be a witch after all."

"Huh... that's right! Alright, Mabel! Hand over the dough!"

"I don't owe you squat! I refused that deal, remember?! Frisk, you're my witness! Back me up here!"

"I plead the fifth~"

"Traitor!"

The next day was a whirlwind of activity. The Mystery Shack finally reopened, and it turned out that everyone's fear of a swarm was unwarranted, as there was no swarm. But, there was something new about the visitors that kept things interesting.

Monsters were beginning to visit the shack. Of all shapes and sizes, inhabitants of the underground were stopping buy to peruse the gift shop or experience a tour of the museum. Of notice, there was a dummy that was very brash and loud, but was very respectful when asked to shush. There was a purple spider humanoid that was creepily polite as she bought herself a few Mystery Shack Mugs™ and left a flyer on the counter for the 'First Spider Bake Sale on the Surface!' before tittering and leaving the store. There was even a humanoid cat and alligator that stopped by that Wendy just knew her ragtag of friends would get along with.

Wendy looked like she had a face lift with how much better she looked. At Mabel's curiosity, Wendy spoke about how once this shift is over, she's heading out with her family to visit the toy store and get a toy for each of the kids, and that's when she'll be able to pick out her stuffed animal to sleep with.

"But honestly, I still have no idea what kind of stuffed animal I want right now..."

That's when a peculiar critter, with the cutest face and voice that Wendy had ever seen, passed through the door, followed by 19 lookalikes.

"Hoi! I'm Temmie! Is this the Mystewy Shack???"

Wendy knew exactly what kind of stuffed animal she wanted now.

But it wasn't just monsters showing up. Candy and Grenda finally passed through now that they could, and Mabel nearly knocked Grenda over with her pounce-hug. They spent the whole time preparing sleepovers, catching up, and promising other times to meet up that weren't sleepover-related.

Old Man McGucket passed by as well! He needed a batch of normal AA batteries. When Dipper asked him what invention he needed the batteries for, he hooted and hollered, saying they weren't for him. They were for the alarm clock for his new lab assistant, simply named 'P.N.' Something about that name struck Dipper as familiar, but McGucket had left the store before the boy could ask him anything else.

Frisk had bumped into someone roughly their size. The other kid was in very suspicious clothing: A tiny trench coat, a fedora, and sunglasses. The only thing Frisk heard from the kid was a simple phrase spoken in a boyish, and ridiculously southern, voice. "If anyone asks, I was never here. Good day."

The Mystery Trio was certain the day was over when Wendy left with her family, flipping the sign from 'Got money? We're Open!' to 'Begone from this cursed place! We're Closed!' on her way out. But it wasn't over.

Toriel had been missing for most of the day, much to the Trio's confusion, the only clue given to them was that she had asked Stanley if there was any flour left over from the errands he was running when Tim attacked. Now, they were about to find out why.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN," rang Papyrus's voice. "THE EX-QUEEN OF THE UNDERGROUND HAS AN ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE! THE GREAT PAPYRUS ORDERS YOU TO PLEASE HALT WHATEVER IT IS YOU'RE DOING AND PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT SHE HAS TO SAY! ALSO IF SOMEONE COULD TELL WHY MY SCARF GOT SO MUCH SHORTER OVERNIGHT, THAT WOULD BE FANTASTIC-"

"As I told you, I will explain everything to you soon," a giggling Toriel promised the uptight skeleton, waiting until everyone had congregated in the living room and kitchen before continuing. "My friends, I owe you all an apology."

The whole crew went quiet as Toriel went on.

"Some of you know- and for those that don't, I apologize for holding this secret from you- that yesterday was the birthday of our departed prince of the underground, Asriel Dreemurr."

Gasps were heard all around.

"I spoke nothing of this occasion previously because I didn't want anybody to know. I wanted to grieve alone. I wasn't even willing to share the grief with my ex-husband, Asriel's father, Asgore. My time of grieving for all these years had made me grow distant and selfish."

She spared a glance to Asgore before closing her eyes, sighing, and proceeding.

"Yesterday, a chance encounter with Wendy's family opened my eyes to something. If I'm going to remember Asriel's passing for every year when his birthday comes around, I'm doing my poor child a horrible disservice by not celebrating. By not smiling. By not laughing. By not spending it with those who were close to him and the friends of those close to him.

She looked to everyone. The misty eyed Stan twins. The Papyrus who was trying his best not to shriek like a dog whistle. The Sans who looked lively for once. The Undyne and Alphys who were looking pumped as all heck. The joyous Mettaton. The smiling Napstablook. The Asgore grinning from ear to ear. And the Mystery Trio, who were slowly realizing what she was about to say next.

"So who wants to help me bake a cake?!"

As pandemonium continued to ensue in the kitchen, Toriel found a moment to pull Asgore aside. They both were now sitting quietly on the couch of the back porch.

"Everything alright?" asked Asgore.

"In the grand scheme of things, absolutely not," answered Toriel with brutal honesty. "Our child is still dead. And with him, 6 other children fell. By your cursed trident."

Asgore could only look down, well acquainted with the crushing shame that coursed through him.

"But... today is a tribute to Asriel's birthday. And you were... are... his father."

Toriel finally looked the ex-King in the eyes. "I may never forgive you for what you did after we lost Asriel. However... you were the best father a boy like him could've ever hoped for. And you continue to be that father for our little Frisk. For that... I cannot thank you enough."

"...that's all the thanks I could ever ask of you, Toriel." said Asgore with a sad smile. "I appreciate you telling me."

Despite herself, Toriel gave a small smile. "Come inside. Cake is almost ready, and I'm not going to sit and listen to your whining if you aren't quick enough to nab a piece."

"Ha ha ha, of course," beamed Asgore.

"♫♫HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUU!♫♫"

The band of misfits finished the terribly sung rendition of the ancient tune. And yet, it was music to Toriel's ears.

She looked up to the ceiling, wiping her eyes and smiling.

"Make a wish, little one~"

"Mabel, Frisk, you guys go on ahead. I'll be right behind you as soon as I'm done with something!"

"Okie dokie!"

"Understood. See you in the morning, Dipper."

Dipper was just on his way to a long needed nightly rest, when he remembered a very important question he wanted to ask Toriel. This was why he approached her as she was getting ready to settle into her bed with a good book.

"Hey, Toriel?"

"Yes, Dipper?"

"In all the excitement from last night and today, I forgot that there was something I wanted to ask."

"Ha ha ha, and what would that be?"

"Yesterday night... I was watching the tape after you left, and... I couldn't help but notice that there was another child in the background."

"Another child?"

"Yeah! They were looking away from the camera a lot but I think they looked like a human... Who were they?"

Toriel gave a bemused smile. Her face was one of pure honesty, and when she answered, her words came straight from the heart.

And that's why what she said next did not sit well with Dipper at all.

"Dipper, sweetheart, I'm afraid I don't understand. Asriel was the only child we had in our family. I don't remember raising anyone alongside him. Who is this this other child that you claim to see?"

A day spent remembering the passing of a loved one is better went it's filled with laughter and good company. Solitude and grief is necessary, but extended doses of it can be harmful.

Credits Scene

"Tadaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" cheered the Hand Witch. "I present to you, my dearest Mr. SnuggleLots, with the first round of your new meals!"

The Teddy bear was currently seated at the table, the latter donned with a table cloth and three covered platters.

The first platter unveiled a perfectly crocheted fish, with light-blue scales made of yarn and beads for eyes.

The second platter revealed a giant spool of yellow and brown yarn, representing a beehive.

The third platter showcased a plethora of colorful beads, which symbolized different berries and bugs.

"So which one will it beeeeeeeeee?" dramatized the Hand Witch excitedly. "Take your pick! It's all up to you!"

Mr. SnuggleLots took a very decent amount of time examining all three tasty fabric-treats...

...

Before eating the tablecloth.

"Ah, I see," said the witch, dumbstruck. "You are... quite the picky eater."

Mr. SnuggleLots only smiled at her, his cheeks puffed up from the tablecloth currently in his mouth.

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