#ahh I’m a angry cyborg

[jokerfan99]

An Armor For Ruby (RWBY/RVB) Crossover by Necroceph

*RVB Opening Theme*

Sarge- "Front and centre on the double! It's time for you ladies to meet our new recruit."

Three of the other Reds took their positions in front of their commanding officer as they all panted heavily after dodging several barrages of tank fire outside. Sarge isn't worried for his men being blown to smithereens for he sees that attack as a good wake up call for these three idiots and reminding them they still got a war to win!

Sarge- "Good, you're all here. Now before we unleash our counter attack against the diabolical Blues, I want you all to introduce yourselves to... wait a minute. Where's Lopez?" Simmons- "I think he's still... PHEW!... outside, but we haven't seen him during the attack."

Outside Red Base

Lopez- "¡Oye! ¿Ahi alguien ahi? ¡Todavía estoy atrapado debajo de esto!"

Inside Red Base

Sarge- "Ahh don't worry, Lopez is a smart robot. I'm sure he'll be alright."

Before Sarge could say another word, Grif feebly raises his hand.

Sarge- "Yes, Grif?" Grif- "Permission to... GASP!... lie down and take an hour's... GASP... no wait, three hours... GASP!... rest." Sarge- "Permission denied! Now introduce yourselves to our new private. Miss Ruby Rose."

Grif, Simmons and Donut turned their head to the new face in the base. Each of the three have different reactions upon seeing her. Grif groaned in annoyance as he had enough having new girls coming to Blood Gulch, his sister's enough. Simmons doesn't mind although he does have a mixed feeling about it. For Donut's case, he's very excited to see her the first time so he introduced himself first.

Donut- "Oh hey there! Pvt. Franklin Delano Donut at your service." Ruby- "Hello, Franklin! Pvt. Ruby Rose, nice to meet you." Donut- "Why don't you call me, Donut. The folks around here prefer to call each other by last name, sort of like a long time tradition." Sarge- "Not bad for a good introduction, Donut. Now let's see how these two numbskulls greet her. Simmons!" Simmons- "What?... oh... Hi, name's Richard "Dick" Simmons. Private First Class. You can just call me Simmons." Donut- "And he's a cyborg." Simmons- "Yeah thanks Donut. Okay, Grif, you're turn." Grif- "Grif, private, goodbye!"

Well that was quick. Grif ran out through the entrance to go who knows where he'll be sleep at. Sarge, as always after seeing Grif's unnacceptable attitude, wasn't very happy before he pumps his shotgun.

Sarge- "Grif, where do you think you're going? Get back here or I'll give you some 'discipline'!" Simmons- "Oh don't mind him, he's always a jerk.

Just before Sarge leaves for the Great Grif Hunt, he says something to Simmons.

Sarge- "Simmons, while I'm off hunting, give this girl one of the bodysuits Sister left and once I get Grif back here, continue to strip his armor off!" Simmons- "Ro- wait what?"

Sarge left.

Ruby "Wow, talk about colorful personalities you guys have." Simmons- Yeah it's always like this here for the past four years. By the way, why did Sarge ordered me to strip Grif, the orange jerk you just met, off his armor. What's up with that?" Donut- "Well from the looks of it, Rose isn't wearing any armor. So I guess the rookie forgot to wear it before she left and Sarge decided to make Grif's armor as a substitute before she get it." Simmons- "I doubt it'll perfectly fit her. Ruby- "I don't need armor." Simmons- "What!" Donut- "Yeah, I know. This armor's sooooo last year. I can't keep the dust off it." Simmons- "She's not talking about that, she says she doesn't need armor!" Ruby- "That's right. I've already told sergeant before and I'm perfectly fine without one." Simmons- "But that's a violation of J0HN-117!" Donut- "I don't remember reading that back in bootcamp." Ruby- "Me too! My supervisors never even talked about it back in training." Simmons- "It is! Why don't you want to wear armor?" Ruby- "It's because I got superpowers."

(Cricket chirping nearby, on this PLANET?)

Simmons- "Oh no, not another idiot! CRAP! Ugh, Donut, get Sister's bodysuit." Donut- "Okey dokey. I painted some of them so they may look nicer. Be right back!"

Donut leaves.

Simmons- "Superpowers? Yeah right! If you have 'powers' then I take it you have an AI that can turn you into a thirteen foot giant." Ruby- "Uhmm... uh... ugh... what superpowers?" Simmons- "You said you got 'superpowers' seconds ago. What do you mean 'what'?" Sarge- "Simmons, I need help out here, pronto! Grif's struggling like a stubborn mule and Lopez's underneath a pod door!" Lopez- "¡Sácame de aquí!" Simmons- "Ugh, I'll be back. Why does command keep bringing more idiots, this canyon will be full of them if this keeps going!"

Simmons leaves Ruby as he goes out to help Sarge  outside. With herself alone, she slams her berrett onto her face in order to muffle one angry response.

Ruby- "I... AM SUCH... A DUNDERHEAD!!! Why did I said that? I know it was too early to say I got powers, but my stupid mouth won't keep shut! Oooohhh, I just embarrased myself in the first day. Don't worry, let's just hope he'll forget what I said and won't tell everyone else. Eep! Let's hope not! Okay Ruby, just calm down, calm down. I'll show my powers later. So long as they don't freak out. And besides it's my first day and I'm sure it won't get any worse later." Donut "I'm back! Hope you don't mind the colors."

Donut came back from retrieving Kakaina's bodysuits, all painted in lavish color. Ruby upon seeing the bodysuits blushed to see how tight they looked.

Ruby- "I'm seriously going to wear that in front  of a team full of men?!" Donut- "Woah, woah, woah, don't freak out Rose. You're dignity will soon be protected once you wear an armor." Ruby- "But it looks so tight! Even if I wear armor, it's still an embarrasing sight!" Donut- "Yeah it's a bit tight, but it still gives you additional protection from any bullets and it even absorbs explosive shockwaves. I once got a grenade stuck to my head and survived without a scratch." Ruby- "Really? That must be traumatizing." Donut- "Not at all after I made some payback. Here, take the unpainted if you like black" Ruby- "I'm not going to change in front of you! Is there somewhere private?" Donut- "Well you can use my room, nothing bt a few blings to keep the blandness away." Ruby- "Thank you. If what you say is true about the suit, it's cool! Also I won't have to worry so much if I double its protection with my Aura." Donut- "A what?" Ruby- NOTHING!" Grif- "Sarge, what are you doing? Get off me!" Sarge- "Hold still, I need to take off your armor. It's URGENT!" Grif- "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Simmons- "Sir, I don't want to be rude. But it sounded like you want to rape him." Sarge- "What? I won't go that far! Not yet."

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#Red vs Blue #rwby #monty oum #rooster teeth #ruby rose

[thetakenpokemon]

Interlude II - Horus File #1

[Known Occupants: Samuel Horus - Class 1 Clearance Official of HWDP, Owain Samson - [ERROR] ]

“I’ve just heard about your recent ‘promotion’, Sam.” Owain grins at Dr. Horus, giving said man a pat on the back. “Head of the Cybernetic Augmentation Program? About bloody time, I always knew it would happen.”

Owain Samson is a big, round man. The hair on his head is bright red and curly followed by a similarly colored beard. His skin is a soft tan, his eyes a dark brown, and his white suit with gold buttons is very expensive.

Dr. Horus however is a dark skinned man, with a pair of spectacles over his brilliant green eyes and short graying black hair. His attire consists of a simple gray suit with a black and green striped tie.

“I couldn’t have done it without you, Owain.” Dr. Horus says with a soft chuckle. “I wouldn’t have gotten this far in the organization if it wasn’t for your assistance.”

Owain waves him off. “Bah! Stop being so humble, Sam. I may have been convincing my fellow board members to place you on the head of the project, but your work alone is revolutionary!” With a big hand he squeezes Dr. Horus’. “Turning Pokemon into cyborgs! Brilliant, I say! Finally we don’t have to rely on weaponizing Pokemon hybrids anymore!” His grin widens. “Think of it! If this succeeds, we can start modifying the Human race!”

Samuel’s smile tightens somewhat. “Yes... It’s a shame however that we have to use Pokemon as lab rats.”

Owain shakes the fellow man’s shoulder. “Come now, Sam. Remember why we do this?”

Dr. Horus nods his head. “For the betterment of humanity, I’ve never forgotten it.”

Owain’s grin widens further. “Exactly! As you’ve said yourself, ‘sacrifices must be made in order to progress’. As unfortunate as it is we have to abduct a Pokemon or two, but it all pays off in the end once we revolutionize both technology and bio-technology!” He releases Samuel’s shoulder and clasps both of his hands. “Not only will our weapons industry become the most strongest the world has ever seen, but these changes also allow us to improve the quality of life for the people of Progria!”

Samuel Horus cocks an eyebrow at this, but says nothing.

“Now, I know this project is meant to be all hush-hush...” Owain Samson continues, his voice quieting. “...And that the Cybernetic Augmentation Program is still in the very beginning stages, but which Pokemon did you choose to be the test subject?”

Samuel Horus sticks his hands into the pockets of his coat, a small smile on his lips. “You’re correct that the project is still in the very beginning phase, but the HWDP’s ‘Fetch Teams’ have brought me a few interesting candidates for the project...”

The giant man nods his head eagerly, urging Samuel to continue.

“As you know, we are currently focusing on Humanoid Pokemon due to the similarities they have with Humans.” Dr. Horus continues. “Of all of the candidates, the one that has my eye is a female Gothitelle.”

Owain chuckles, his brown eyes twinkling. “Gothitelle? I’m surprised you would go with such a frail Pokemon, I would think that something more...durable would be a proper choice.”

“She is anything but frail, I can assure you.” Samuel says with a small shake of his head. “However I’m not looking in body structure, what I AM looking for however is a steady mind and a strong will. Out of the numerous candidates they brought, they were either lashing at their restrainers or...crying.” He closes his eyes for a brief moment. “However her, she was different. She was angry and confused like the others, however she was also observant and curious. She did struggle against her physical restrains and the Psy-Inhibitor we placed on her, but she was far more collected compared to the others.”

Owain Samson’s eyes widen. “Ahh, I think I understand now. You’re looking for one who won’t cause too much trouble, eh?”

Dr. Horus takes a calm breath, his eyes briefly flashing with irritation which went unnoticed by the other man. “That...is one way to put it, yes.”

“You know? This is why I like you, Sam.” The man says with an approving nod. “Level-headed; analytical; thinks of the possibilities and consequences; an intellectual genius, this is why you have gotten to where you are.” He begins stroking his beard. “You have done so much for the company, Progria, and humanity as a whole.” His grin widens further. “That is why I believe that once this project is a success, you will change the world itself. Humans will no longer need weapons in order to stand against Pokemon, for with these cybernetic enhancements...they can take them on with only their hands.” He thrusts one of his meaty fists into his open palm, his eyes hardening. “For so long Humans have lived in fear, for Pokemon used to do whatever they wanted with us should they so desire. Their powers, their extraordinary strength, it allowed them to rule over us without contest. We Humans were given the short end of the stick, forced to design our own tools in order to prevent them from taking everything.”

“That is why...” His expression relaxes. “...the CAP will be the greatest thing to ever happen to humanity. Once you succeed in creating a Pokemon cyborg, we can then move onto Human cyborgs.”

Samuel nods his head. “That is what I intend to do, Owain. However if this succeeds, I may create a few more Pokemon cyborgs to further test the capabilities and options of what we’re capable of before we move onto Human volunteers.”

Owain strokes his beard again. “Quite understandable, I say.” He pauses. “However...I have one question to ask.”

Dr. Horus raises an eyebrow again.

The giant man takes this as a sign to continue. “The board members are questioning your choice on letting this ‘James’ onto your team.” His bushy brows furrow. “And quite to be frank, so am I. We’re all suspecting that he might try something, ever since we ‘removed’ that girl Felicia due to her freeing Raptor-A1. He was a good friend of hers, so there’s a good chance that he might know of what happened.”

At this...Samuel smirks. “I recruited James for two reasons.” He begins to answer. “The first is because he is a genius in terms of genetic mapping, he and Felicia were the primary people responsible for designing the Raptor species. I’m transferring him to my team for him to act as an advisor, since his knowledge of designing a body from the basic building blocks should prove useful for designing a cybernetic body.”

Owain nods slowly. “And what is the second reason?”

Samuel’s smirk grows. “The second reason...is to personally keep an eye on him.” He chuckles quietly. “I too suspect that he might act out of line, which would ultimately have us terminating him as well.” He shakes his head slowly. “However I see it as a waste, for his skills are essential to the company and the HWDP as a whole. So as long as I’m keeping an eye on him, I can also keep him in check and prevent him from doing anything.” Dr. Horus’ grins. “And of course...I can also get him to possibly open up to me and reveal any other individuals that might be against the company, since you know I have that sort of skill with people.”

Owain grins widely. In that case, you have my full approval for letting him onto your team my friend. I will be sure to inform my fellow board members on this, upon hearing what you’ve told me they will give you their full support as well.”

Dr. Horus chuckles. “Of course, now as nice as it is for you to have me here...I must get back to my work. We’re still in the beginning stages, after all.”

Owain waves him off. “Of course! Go my friend, I won’t keep you any longer!”

[END]

#drhorus #hwdp #secondinterlude #plot

[kukuandkookie]

★ A Day in the Life of Dark Sapphire ★

Homeworld Gem - A day in the life of your gemsona carrying out their duties. 

*NOTE: The fourth and last drawing in this story at the very bottom was not done by me! It was done as a gift by my friend (who also owns Red and Green Chalcedony), and sadly she doesn't have a social media site where she posts her own drawings.

"It's quiet out there tonight." "Yes." Black Pearl nodded once, before glancing down at his mistress. She was seated in a fancy yet simple and elegant, shiny black chair. Her cheek rested on her hand. "It's boring," she declared. "There's been no news of anything from White Diamond." "Perhaps it's for the best, my Clarity," he responded, his voice still. He was a loyal Pearl of very little words. She shrugged, before standing up. He quickly stood at attention, helping her down from her seat. She graciously accepted his outstretched hand, and glided to the floor. "I want some action," she announced. "I want to go somewhere fun." "May I suggest the Gem Labs?" he offered. She smiled almost playfully. "Oh, Blackie, you know me too well."

He nodded curtly, before following her out of the room and down the long, fancy corridor of her home. They walked briskly, accompanied by a flustered Ruby soldier, before arriving at the entry to the Gem Labs. The large area was enclosed by giant white walls, and they entered through the front gates, where the bodyguards there immediately granted her access. Dark Sapphire dismissed the Ruby and continued on. As soon as they were out of earshot, she remarked, "I do not enjoy the company of such simpletons; present company excluded, of course." "Yes, my Clarity." She led the way to a door they were all too familiar with, before knocking. The Gem who answered the door looked panicked by the sudden appearance of such an important noble. "L-Lady Sapphire!" the small Gem stammered. She waved the small pink Corundum off. "Where is your mentor, little one?" The Gem ducked her head and pointed deeper into the building. "Working on a specimen, my Clarity." Sapphire allowed her to take the lead and guide them to where the Gem she'd been looking for was. The purple Zircon looked up from their work and stood. "Lady Dark Sapphire," she stated. She waved her hand. "Yes, yes with the formalities, my dear. May I ask about your current project?" Purple Zircon glanced down at the twitching body beneath her long fingers. "It is what the Earthlings call a squirrel, my Clarity." "Most interesting," she mused, gazing at it. "It is quite an ugly creature." The animal was brown, with a bushy tail and beady, black eyes. She was particularly disgusted by its sharp teeth. "Earth hosts such nasty things. I will be most relieved when the Diamonds are able to colonize it and make use of such an insignificant planet." Purple Zircon nodded. "It will be most beneficial for the Gem Labs when that happens. We will have access to many of its life-forms, for it has many of them." "Too many, for my tastes." She curled her lip back, glancing at the Pearl behind her. "Wouldn't you agree, my Pearl?" He simply nodded. "Of course, my Clarity." She turned back to Purple Zircon. "And where is that annoying Earth defender today?" "If you ask about Eye Agate, my lady, he is in his own faction, where he should be." "I would hope so. He has broken way too many rules for my tastes." "Indeed. The nobles of Yellow Diamond's court are too lenient on him." "I would agree," Dark Sapphire remarked. "He sympathizes with Earth far too much." "It was one of the traits his old mentor berated him for the most," Purple Zircon replied. She smiled. "Ahh, Blue Tourmaline. Who would have thought that such a respected Gem could be reduced to such nothingness?" "It was indeed a sad loss." "I would have most preferred it had his pupil been the one corrupted," she said. "He sympathizes with them so much, he deserves it." Zircon simply nodded. She turned to her Pearl. "Come away with me, Blackie. Let us visit a few of the other Gems who work here." She glanced back at Zircon. "Thank you for your attendance." She made a slight bow and then instructed her apprentice to take the pair away. The small Gem did as she was told, and said farewell with a flustered curtsy. As the door closed behind them, Dark Sapphire remarked, "She really is a fidgety little Gem. Sometimes I wonder how in the world she ended up with a mentor so proud and reserved as Purple Zircon." "I do not believe the matches here are always compatible in terms of personality, to be sure, my Clarity," her Pearl replied. "But they often work off of one another fairly well." "That appears to be quite true," she agreed. "With a small exception of Eye Agate. Blue Tourmaline was a respectable Gem, and since his disappearance, his apprentice has severely undermined his reputation." "It cannot be helped, my Clarity. One could say the same about Labradorite and Purple Zircon." "One could, but one wouldn't. He may have been her first apprentice and a failure, but they would have me to answer to if they dared say such a thing. Labradorite was at least a smart Gem, even if he was not an obedient one. No one could deny the amount of knowledge and eagerness to learn in his pretty little head. I always liked him. He was cute, in a way. And while he chose to run away, one might admire his bravery for even doing so." "And Eye Agate is not clever?" "Oh, my dear; if you were any other Gem, I'd be quite angry right now about having my beliefs questioned." "I am only asking to be enlightened, my Clarity. Please do not take offense." "I won't, my dear. I was just remarking." She turned to him and smiled, although he wasn't sure her smile was in any way sincere. She turned away and continued: "I suppose he is rather smart, but I'd hardly consider him very clever. One can have much knowledge but if they cannot apply that knowledge to their daily lives, then they are not as nearly clever as they'd like to think. And in that case, he is such a naïve little Gem." He gave her a slight inclination of the head to show a nod of his head. "In any case, here we are," she said, pointing at the door. "Pink Zoisite's quarters." "Welo Ribbon Mackerel's old mentor," he finished. She nodded, before knocking. "Hello, my dear! Let me in, if you'd please~!" The door opened and a bodyguard answered. It was a small, simple little Ruby soldier, with its gem on its forehead. "My Clarity," she said, bowing. "Ahh, hello," she offered. "Is your ward here?" "Indeed. She's a little further inside." The Ruby stepped back and allowed them entry. Dark Sapphire and Black Pearl didn't have to walk long before Pink Zoisite appeared in the doorway. "Oh my, to what do I owe such a lovely surprise?" she called out, giving them a little curtsy. Sapphire glanced at her one cyborg arm, before looking back to her face and smiling. "You look as wonderful as ever, my dear," she remarked. Zoisite was always one of her favourites. Her fun, spunky attitude was—while inappropriate at times—for the most part very welcome and fun. "Why thank you! I feel as wonderful as ever as well," she replied slyly, smiling her ever playful smile. She gestured for them to follow her further inside. "Now come, come! Meet the latest addition to my little household." Sapphire and Pearl followed her, and were shown a forced fusion of monstrous proportions. "Oh my stars!" she remarked. "How many Gems did it take to make this big, magnificently ugly creature?" "Around eight or nine," Zoisite replied proudly, walking around the cage that held it and grinning. "I received it from my higher-ups about a week ago, when it had still been just two unwanted little gem shards. I added a few others for the sake of it." "Oh my! How fanciful," she declared. "This is quite the fun experiment indeed. It's dreadfully wonderful." Zoisite showed them around some more—she'd always liked having multiple projects at once—and the morality of the way she treated her subjects were often debatable, but she often learned a lot. "Everything here is so truly remarkable," Dark Sapphire commented, surveying the room in wonder. "You do such marvellous work." "Thank you, my Clarity. It certainly means a lot coming from you," Pink Zoisite purred. Sapphire glanced into the shadows of the room. "And where is your little shadow? Is he not following you around today?" "Oh, you mean Red Chalcedony?" She nodded. Pink Zoisite smiled. "He's currently being tested on his endurance." She turned around. "Come with me." Dark Sapphire and her Pearl trailed after the pink Gem as she continued to speak: "Red Chalcedony has been doing extremely well in all of his experiments; much better than Eye Agate's Green Chalcedony—I can promise you that." "Why of course. I'd expect nothing less from you." Dark Sapphire smiled. "And it is true that it is not difficult to best Eye Agate, considering how sloppy his work is." Pink Zoisite paused, pressing a button on the wall. A door opened, releasing smoke, and revealed a new room to the trio. Inside was the Red Chalcedony they had been speaking of, fighting against corrupted Gems. A whole gang of them were creeping toward him, but he was doing his best to fend them off. Some shards and poofed Gems already lay around his feet. "What an intriguing test!" Dark Sapphire exclaimed, clapping her hands together in excitement. "Truly fascinating." "Indeed. I needed to test how long he could hold out, and in turn, test his strength and skills." She turned toward the smaller red Gem. "How are you doing, little one?" He looked up, just noticing the entrance of his owner. He beamed. "I've already almost defeated all of them! Do you see? Do you see?" he asked eagerly, looking like a little child desiring praise. "I do see, my dear; you're doing a great job," Pink Zoisite cooed, walking over to pat his head. "I'm proud of you." Red Chalcedony seemed to glow from the reassurance, and he quickly returned to fighting off the monsters. As Pink Zoisite rejoined her group, Dark Sapphire remarked, "How do you do it? He truly is so eager to please you." "I simply give him confidence and reassurance," she replied. "When he looks for kindness, I am sure to give it, for no one else will. And besides..." She smiled. "He knows what I do with the Gems who displease and fail me, and he of course has no intention of doing either." "A simple and yet truly effective tactic," Dark Sapphire agreed. Once the test was over, Pink Zoisite praised Red Chalcedony's work. "You did brilliantly, my dear," she purred. "Lady Dark Sapphire and Black Pearl were highly impressed with your work." He was beaming, practically grinning from ear-to-ear with pride, standing tall with his chest puffed out. 

As Dark Sapphire and Black Pearl clapped, with the prior less monotonously than the latter, they exchanged knowing looks. 

Pink Zoisite glanced up. "Thanks for stopping by, my Clarity. I hope you enjoyed your visit." "I did," she confirmed, before turning away. "Come along now, Pearl. Let's continue our walk and head back home." "Yes, my Clarity." The two continued trekking until they heard some voices. Dark Sapphire paused, straining to listen. Her eye widened. "It's Gray!" Black Pearl followed obediently as she turned the corner. "Oh hello, Gray!" she called, walking in like it was nothing. The other Sapphire seated at a table jumped, spinning around. "Oh my glob!" he exclaimed, before relaxing. "Oh, it's just you." As he turned away from her, she replied, "Thanks for the warm welcome, dear." "Can you really blame me after you creep up on me like that?" he retorted, returning to his work. "What are you doing now?" she questioned, joining him. He shifted away, glowering at her. "Just tinkering. Now can you leave before you ruin something?" She shrugged, placing a hand on her hip as she looked down at him. "I just don't see why a Sapphire is interested in lab work." Gray Sapphire let out a disgruntled sigh as he set his work down, rolling his one eye. "Ugh, whatever."

"Where's your little Earth freak friend?" "You mean Eye Agate?" he corrected. "Yes, that one." "He's with Green Chalcedony in the next room. I suggest you don't bother him." She tossed her head. "I'm a Sapphire. I may do as I wish." "And I can't?" he muttered back under his breath. "Ta-ta for now, my dear~" she called, waving as she began walking away. Gray Sapphire grumbled, "Good riddance", before returning to his project. Beside him, his Powder Almond Pearl frowned in concern. "You okay, my Clarity?" he fretted. He sighed. "I'm fine, Al. Just...tired. Dark Sapphire is a lot to handle." "That's certainly true." He placed a hand on his Sapphire's shoulder. "But if you ever feel like it's all too much, just let me know. I'm here to make you comfortable." He smiled, placing his own hand on his Pearl's. "Thanks, Al. I know you're here for me." Powder Almond Pearl blushed and removed his hand, coughing. "Yes, well... That's what I'm here for." And as Gray continued tinkering, Powder sighed to himself. Meanwhile, Dark Sapphire and Black Pearl had approached Eye Agate's room and were hovering outside the door. "Moment of truth, Blackie," she remarked. He simply nodded and entered the code, allowing the door to open and for his owner to glide inside. "Oh Mr. Eyeball~!" she called, but there was no reply. She paused, frowning. "He should have come to greet me. Where is he?" Black Pearl did not respond, following her deeper into the room. Soon they heard the excited whispers, and she sped up. "Eye Agate! You should know when a Sapphire requests your presence, you should answer immediately—!" she chided, but before she could finish, he lifted his hand and waved her off. "Yeah, yeah, okay. Whatever." She stopped, looking shocked. "Excuse me?" "I'm busy," he replied. Now angry, she narrowed her eye and swept over, glaring at him. "Eye Agate, I'm talking to you." He finally looked up, and his eye immediately drooped in annoyance. "Oh, it's just you." "You really shouldn't speak to a Sapphire that way," she forced out between gritted teeth as she smiled in anger. Eye Agate shrugged. "I have much more important matters I'm currently attending to." "Oh? Such as?" He pulled away to show what he and Green Chalcedony had been admiring. It was a small and thin, yet rather long creature, coloured pink and curled up on Eye Agate's finger. "Ew! What is that nasty thing?" she demanded. "It's an earthworm. From Earth," he responded proudly. "It's disgusting." "Of course you'd think that." Eye Agate snorted, turning away. "You wouldn't understand the magnificence of such a seemingly insignificant little critter." "And of course you think anything from Earth is of value," she retorted. "Honestly, you just get on my nerves." Eye Agate tilted his head at her, raising an eyebrow. "So why'd you even come in to bother me and act as an annoyance, anyway? You're distracting me from my work, you know." Dark Sapphire felt her anger swell up inside her. "Excuse me?" "Let's see... How do I say this in simple terms so you'd understand?" He tapped his chin. "You're a nuisance. You're wasting my precious time." She scoffed. "Me? A nuisance? And wasting your 'precious' time?" "That's what I said. Can you wrap your little head around it?" he shot back. "How dare you!" She glared at him, lifting her hand and aiming it at him. "I should have you shattered right here, right now." Eye Agate met her gaze calmly. "I'm stronger than you." "Perhaps physically, but"—here she smiled cruelly as Black Pearl immediately came to her defense, his hand transforming into a black canon—"I'm still stronger than you otherwise. Because I have more power than you!" "Yeah, yeah. Now can you leave so I can focus on my research?" Her eye widened at his lack of response to her threat, before quickly narrowing in frustration. She let out an irritated growl and grabbed a nearby blade, swinging it down. It didn't hit Eye Agate, but did chop the earthworm in half. His eye widened at the destruction of his specimen. "How do you like your pathetic little 'earthworm' now?" she demanded. He spun around, glaring at her. "You killed it!" "And what are you going to do about it?" she asked smugly. "Why you—" He lifted his hand, reaching for his gemstone, placed on his stomach, but was stopped by a gentle green hand touching his arm. He looked back down. "What's the matter, Green Chalcedony?" The smaller Gem blinked, pointing down at the sliced up earthworm. The group all followed his finger, staring at the alien creature. It was still in two, but both halves had started wriggling. Shock swept over them. Their eyes widened, with Dark Sapphire being stunned into speechlessness, while Eye Agate was overtaken by joy. "Now I have two of them!" he exclaimed, picking the two wriggling pieces up. "Oh my glob I'm going to name you Earth and Quake!" He then squinted at them, trying to study them. "I wonder if they're a fusion?" he mused. "Do Earth creatures do that? But my goodness, what an amazing mechanism! Is it invincible?" "B-But how? I clearly just..." Dark Sapphire trailed off, still spluttering. Eye Agate turned toward her, his eye sparkling and bright, but also smug and cocky. "Thanks a bunch, Dar. You just helped further my research!" The realization of that made her let out a little muffled growl of frustration as she spun around and stormed off. "Let's go home, Blackie," she muttered. "I think that's enough Gem Labs for one day." "Yes, my Clarity," he replied, glancing back one last time to see Eye Agate and Green Chalcedony celebrating. He closed his eyes and turned back around, following his owner away. 

#gemsona week #writing prompt #fanfiction #gemsona #sapphire #pearl #kuku88 #my writing #literature #gem oc #steven universe oc

[thisisarealtagwhy]

Day Six: Laughs

Insp. by Logan Paul pranking his lil bro in Hawaii for ‘ruining’ his holiday.

Usopp, Chopper and Luffy were huddled together, Sanji noticed.

They seemed to be hiding something.

He sighed and looked upwards, praying for patience to a god he didn’t believe in and walked towards Nami, hoping that whatever they were planning would not interfere.

Who was he kidding?

If they annoyed Nami-swan then they would face divine retribution from him.

“Oi~!” Luffy suddenly cried, much to the chagrin to Usopp. “Franky~!”

“Shh!” Usopp cried, slapping his hand over Luffy’s mouth.

Sanji sighed for the second time, presenting his drink to Nami-swan. “Is there anything else you would desire ma cherie?” He asked, bowing deeply to the navigator.

“No thank you Sanji-kun.” Nami said, giving the man a wink before sipping lightly on the smoothie. “Ooh, as brilliant as ever Sanji-kun.”

Sanji fell back, tears of joy appearing in the corners of his eyes, nothing could spoil this mom-

“Oi, if you lay there like that someone might stand on your ugly face.” And there, his constant annoyance reared its ugly green haired head.

“What did you say shitty swordsman? Are you threatening me?” Sanji asked, up in an instant, declarations of love in favour of arguing with the marimo.

“If I was threatening you, you’d already know about it shitty cook.” Zoro said indifferently, turning away from the cook.

“Oh yeah? Maybe you’d get lost like your shitty ass has the tendency to.” He shot back.

“My ass? I always knew you were a pervert.” Zoro shook his head in seeming disappointment.

Sanji felt his face slowly turning red, he was going to explode and Zoro knew it, judging by his hand slowly inching towards one of his katana. “SHITTY MARIMO!” Sanji declared, flying at Zoro with a concusse that was blocked head on by a katana.

“What was that ero-cook?” He grinned widely, but it looked more like a baring of the teeth.

“You heard me, or maybe your hearing is so impaired by that stupid marimo on top of your head.” He growled.

Zoro growled in return, swiping with another of his katana (not the white one, Sanji noticed).

“Will you too shut up?!” Nami finally cried, slamming her book shut.

Oh Nami-swan was so beautiful when she was angry, perhaps she’ll punch him?

“Can’t you two go through a day without fighting?” Nami-swan looks so gorgeous when she’s angry at him, maybe he should do it more often.

“Tch, it’s not my fault this idiot is such a stupid pervert.” Zoro said coldly, despite the words Sanji felt his rage build up.

“Stop!” Nami-swan cried again and Sanji dutifully returned his attention to the angel in question.

“We got it!” He was distracted by Luffy’s loud call and the trio looked over the side onto deck to see Franky’s hulking frame swallowing the other three.

Sanji leapt down onto the grassy deck and stalked over to them, he heard Nami’s light footsteps and the marimo’s odd walk and surmised that both followed.

“And what do you think you idiots are doing?” He asked.

And that’s when Luffy leapt at him, Chopper and Usopp following suit. “Attack!”

Sanji choked on his cigarette as fireworks of all colours flew at him and the shitty marimo, but more importantly Nami-swan!

But, given the element of surprise Sanji screamed and ran from the idiot trio who were still chasing him.

Bang! The fireworks were as loud – probably louder – as a gun, in colours of all the rainbow. “Shishishi!”

“Don’t fire at me you idiot!” Sanji shouted over the din, looking at Luffy’s grinning face.

Ah screw it. Sanji deftly avoided the sparks and gripped his captain and promptly threw him overboard. “Captain overboard!” Usopp cried, distracted from his chasing of the marimo, long enough for said idiot to throw the sniper to join Luffy.

Nami-swan stopped running when she realised that the two annoyances were overboard. Sanji watched her anger start to build up and realised that it was probably a good time to escape with his life.

Usopp hauled the devil fruit user back on board, pushing down on his chest to force the rest of the water from his chest. Nami stalks up to them and Usopp quickly pulls Luffy onto his back. “Luffy! We have to make an escape!”

“Whaa..?” When he sees Nami-swan’s lovely face Luffy realises just how screwed they are and immediately reaches up to the crows nest, flinging the sniper and he up to the top of the ship – more importantly, away from the lovely navigator.

Sanji growls incoherently and with a quick glance he knows that the stupid swordsman is fuming about as much as he is.

“Franky!” Nam growls gutturally.

Aforementioned cyborg may have nerves of steel – literally – but at the sight of the pissed of orange-haired woman he wisely screams.

“Coup de boo!” And with that gassy take-off he launches up to the crow’s nest to hide with the other two boys.

Sanji and Zoro exchange a glance and silently agree. Sanji leaps up into the air, kicking powerfully so he can create a metaphorical staircase up to where the three are staking out.

Zoro takes the long way up, when Sanji says the long way up he means that Zoro leaps, pushing at the air below him with his three swords to create a small whirlwind so they can punish the two idiots (Chopper probably didn’t realise the ramifications of such actions so he will be saved).

“Luffy!” He roars, satisfied to hear a not-so-manly squeal from the depths of the crow nest and a rubbery projectile hurtles towards him.

They’ve sacrificed him? What fools, do they really think that will save them?

Nonetheless Sanji gives a flaming kick to the idiot, aiming him towards deck and trusts that Nami-swan will deal with him properly.

“Usopp!” He hollers this time, when Chopper is thrown at him he just throws the reindeer down to deck trusting that the idiot will survive the fall despite the loud screams.

“You’re not getting away from us.” Zoro says, and despite how lowly it is said, it must carry because Usopp and Franky both let out more cries.

“Please! I’m too young to die.” Usopp cries and Sanji kicks the door down.

Franky – wisely – does not comment on the abuse, but brings his hands together, forming a yellow light between them. “I’m sorry bro, but you leave me with no other choice. Radical beam!”

The yellow light spills out of the cyborgs hands and after it disappears, leaving no sight of Sanji or Zoro he sighs in relief. Sanji smirks, that idiot, he kicks the air atop the roof of the crows nest and Usopp hears, he glances up in fear to the sight of Sanji kicking at the air.

“Arhhhh!!” Usopp and Franky scream in unison for the shitty marimo looking like a true demon from hell has finally reached the top of the crows nest.

“Don’t hurt us please!” They scream even as Sanji kicks and Zoro slices.

Later at dinner time Brook finally breaches the safety silence that had been surrounding the crew. “What did I miss out on? I heard quite the loud bangs, they almost burst my ear drums – oh! But I don’t have any, yohoho!”

“Fufufu.” Robin laughs lightly at the four that initiated the prank.

Luffy isn’t eating with his usual gusto, probably because of the burnt flesh around his face and the numerous lumps on top of his head.

“Ahh, peace and quiet finally.” Nami-swan smirks, her hands bandaged from a combination of the fireworks and from her sorcery clima-tact.

Rubber might not conduct electricity but it will melt if put under enough heat from aforementioned electricity.

Luffy, Chopper and Usopp don’t prank for quite some time, licking their wounds.

And Franky doesn’t help them until Sanji is doused in glitter.

And then it begins.

A prank war.

#20 years at sea #day 6: laughs #straw hat pirates #pranks #fireworks #disclaimer: no harm came to reindeers

[tumbalumps]

Gein Memes

Unfinished, I wrote this while flipped on amphetamines and I need more to finish it; it’s one of those that cannot be written sober. Plus I am really unsure of how I should end it 

"Grr... fuck you..." a battered Raiden muttered through gritted teeth after being beaten by Armstrong for the 100th time. Damn, he was tough on Revengeance mode. Raiden had been retrying him for hours determined to get nothing less than the perfect S rank but to no avail. He was exhausted, frustrated and badly wounded. He needed a few hours to recharge before he tackled him again. He limped away in retreat as Senator Steven Armstrong looked on with a sickeningly smug grin. "Child's play!" he laughed. "Fuck you... your mum," Raiden grunted, his comebacks being poorer than usual because he simply didn't have the energy. He staggered back to World Marshall HQ as stealthily as he could in desperate need of a healing item. A nanopaste was useless to him; he'd gone through that many that his tolerance had built up to the point where he was pretty much immune. He needed something new and stronger or at the very least a few hours sleep. Finally he found a deserted dark room he could hide in and as luck would have it, it just so happened to be the Nanomachines storeroom! Ha! Now he could give that smug bastard of a senator a good beating. He rifled through the boxes until he found the rock solid, super strength ones that Armstrong used. "Nanomachines be fucked!" he chuckled as he helped himself to a heap of them. He was about to leave but realised that the half empty box would arouse suspicion immediately. He would have to bulk them back up so it would look untouched but with what? Ahh... those bathsalts he had picked up in Denver as a gift to Rose for a romantic night in. He had found a better use for them to enhance his Ripper mode but he'd descended so far into his true nature he didn't even need them anymore. They were perfect for cutting with the Nanomachines and it was impossible to tell that they had been tampered with. Now Raiden was the one to be smug!

Meanwhile, out in the Japanese gardens, Monsoon was relaxing under the trees after a hard day throwing helicopters and shattering peoples' realities. There was nothing he liked more than trawling the net for memes and listening to music and that was just what he intended to do with his evening. Peace and quiet and much needed time alone. To make things even better some mushrooms had just sprouted at the foot of the tree, which could only mean one thing: destination utopia! "Mmm nature," he said, stuffing handfuls into his mouth. Being Cambodian and a former worker in the drug trade, he was no stranger to getting high and natural highs were the best. When he wasn't hacking people to bits, he was a peaceful, enlightened being who loved expanding minds. Tonight's musical choice was Songs for Sanity by John 5, the legendary guitarist (Monsoon loved an awesome guitar solo). "Exquisite," he mused. As he guzzled down mushroom after mushroom he got thinking about the song meanings on the John 5 album. The theme seemed to be Ed Gein... The serial killer that had robbed graves and used body parts as furniture... He had most certainly lost his mind. Had he grown up on killing fields too? Were there killing fields in Wisconsin? He must have been exposed to some pretty ghastly memes to have done something like that. What was wrong with people? They really were diseased... Was there any hope for humanity? Further investigation was needed. He tapped Ed Gein into Google and to his sheer delight an Ed Gein meme popped up! 'I want to make a lampshade out of your flesh... because you light up my life!' A huge, slightly twisted grin spread over his face. Those mushrooms were kicking in now and he found himself giggling like a little schoolgirl. "What are you laughing at candy ass?" Armstrong's loud bellowing voice interrupted his thoughts. "Oh, nothing," he answered, hiding the screen on his laptop and trying to compose himself. He figured Armstrong more than likely did not share his sadistic, mushroom-induced sense of humour. To his annoyance, he sat down, loosened his tie and sparked up a cigar. It seemed he planned on chilling with him for a while. Monsoon hoped his loud, opinionated nature wouldn't interfere with his mushroom-meme buzz. Armstrong opened up a fresh batch of Nanomachines that he had got from the storeroom, (unbeknownst to him they were laced with bathsalts) and injected a huge shot into his bulging arm. Ugh... his Nanomachine habit was getting worse every day and they seemed to be making him more and more angry. "Ahh... that saucy Jack. I'm gonna knock him out again later," he said. "Yeah..." Monsoon mumbled unenthusiastically as he discreetly slipped a headphone in for more John 5. Armstrong didn't understand, there was a war going on underneath his shiny red dome. A war between the intensifying mushroom cloud and keeping his maniacal grin under control. He didn't have any mind power left to listen to his boasts. The Senator puffed on his cigar as a cherry blossom fell from above and landed on his shoulder. He grunted in disgust and flicked it away then began ranting and raving about the trees again and how the people who had designed it were pansies and that he could snap the president in two... blah blah. And to think, he was the one always being accused of waffling on! Monsoon couldn't help noticing he was grinding his teeth a little and spoke with a touch more aggression than normal but he just put it down to Raiden winding him up. He nodded politely and pretended to listen. His concentration drifted further away as the mind altering plants seeped through his brain. The memes... The Ed Gein meme was most amusing. No! The corners of his lips began to curl as his grin refused to be tamed. Magnetised back to the laptop, he could not resist lifting the lid for another cheeky peek and there before his artificial eyes, was another meme! 'The awkward moment when Ed Gein gives you a lampshade.' That was it. Defeated by nature, he burst into fits of uncontrollable, maniacal, psychotic laughter. Armstrong turned and glared at him, beads of sweat forming on his oversized forehead and chest beating hard. His jaw appeared to have been wound as tightly as possible without it snapping off and behind his specs, his eyes were glowing red and wild. Monsoon was unsure whether or not he was hallucinating or if Armstrong really did look like a wild feral beast. "What's so funny you little shit?" he bellowed in his face, his cheeks flushing as red as his eyes. He snatched the laptop off him and saw the screen full of Ed Gein memes. As Monsoon suspected, he wasn't a fan. His face was so tightly contorted that he probably could not have laughed even if he had wanted to. "You freak," he snapped at him. "You've gotta stop hanging around with people who do drugs." Monsoon giggled, "Wind blows... rain falls... and the strong make the weak into furniture." Armstrong looked unimpressed. He ripped his tie off and unbuttoned his shirt as the sweating intensified. He was as red as a beetroot. "Grrr... hungry," he uttered what sounded like a growl. "There's some mushrooms left," the shroomed Monsoon grinned. "Hmph. Pansy! I don't want that candy ass hippy shit. Meat. Grr..." "Meat?" did he just hear him right? Armstrong was certainly behaving very strangely. He continued to grunt incoherently about meat while his eyes darted around wildly.  He couldn't figure out why he was feeling this way. His senses seemed to have abandoned him and all he could think about was food, the raw, fleshy kind. Yet despite devolving, an intense energy was rushing through him that made him feel almighty and ready to conquer the world... with his bare hands. He would happily sacrifice some of his sense to have this supreme power! He studied the psychotic cyborg sitting next to him scanning him for food. He didn't look very appetising at all. He was mostly made of magnets, which wouldn't digest very well even with his Nanos. The only part of his flesh that was visible had a slightly demonic looking drug-addled grin spread across it. Plus he had that weird purple Lorentz aura about him. And the hair. Too much hair. He decided to pass. What the hell? Why was he even considering eating Monsoon? Something had gone seriously wrong. "Would you mind not looking at me like that?" Monsoon asked, unnerved. Armstrong stood up and turned away, trying to distract himself from his craving for flesh but instead tripped over the stump of the tree and face planted the floor. This sent him into a whirlwind of unstoppable fury as he spewed more profanities over his hatred of the layout of the Japanese garden. "FUCK! This fucking fancy pants reception area makes me sick! ARHHHH!!! GRRAARHHH Meat! When I get my hands on that candy ass! Grrrflesh!! I will tear them apart with my bare fucking hands and feast on his flesh! ROOOOAAAAAARHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Monsoon shook his head in despair. Armstrong was overly masculine and aggressive at the best of times but whatever was in those nanomachines had transformed him into a monster firing off nothing but bad vibes. Bad vibes and mushrooms were not good bed fellows. "If you feel that strongly about it, why don't you redecorate? It's up to you to take charge of your own life and change the things you are not happy with. Don't be a pawn, you are the boss here, is that correct?" "Hmph," grunted Armstrong who had stopped listening after the first sentence (Monsoon did tend to waffle a bit) he responded with, "Meat." "Yes, we could revamp the place. A little dining area near the pond would certainly look exquisite." Suddenly a dark epiphany flashed in his mind. The memes. The Gein Memes. Furniture. Made with body parts. A mischievous smirk appeared on his face... Why not pass a meme on to Armstrong? "I was just looking at a unique style of furniture online. We could do our own Desperado designs - Lampshades, tables, chairs, accessories; whatever you wanted. They would be one of a kind: limited edition. It could be good for business. That's definitely a pretty meme!" Armstrong pushed his specs up his nose and rubbed his chin as he pondered the suggestion. Monsoon could hear his teeth grinding together as his mouth watered. "Flesh. Yes!" he bellowed triumphantly raising a flaming fist.  "I have a dream! I will control my own destiny and shape this garden as I see fit! Wipe the slate clean! BURN IT DOWN!!  ARRHH I'll rebuild this garden following my own rules and what I believe in! From the ashes, a new Japanese garden will be born evolved, untamed with the weaklings we purge as trophies! This garden will be great again!! Grr.... RAAHHHH!" He raised his leg up at an 180degree angle and slammed it down in defiance. Monsoon smiled in agreement. Holy shit, even he had the fear driven into him by Armstrong's bloodthirsty, violent mood. For once, he was thankful that he was cyborg or he may have been on the menu. "What do you think son?" Armstrong's tone softened as he sparked up another cigar. "What do you say me and you enjoy a banquet tonight? We will feast on the weak! You know Monsoon, you do babble on sometimes and you're the most ambiguous person I've ever met but you're a real asset and your guidance more than makes up for your flaws. You are a cruel spirit guide, but an effective teacher. I think you deserve a reward." Monsoon's face lit up. A new set of armour? His own Metal Gear perhaps? His joyful expression soon fell as Armstrong pulled out a shot of the dreaded Nanomachines and held it out to him. "Nanomachines, son. Limited edition, take a shot and become indestructable!" Monsoon hesitated. He switched to augmented reality mode to examine the syringe because nanomachines sure as hell weren't meant to transform the subject into flesh hungering raging beasts. Armstrong may not have cared about his dignity but he did. What... No way! How was that even possible? 50% Nanomachines (super strength) 60% Bath salts!!! "No!" he cried but it was too late. Armstrong had injected the concoction into his neck. Monsoon sighed in despair. He would fight with every ounce of his being not to turn into a bloodthirsty cyborg 'zombie'. Hopefully all the magic mushrooms he'd eaten would be counter productive of them. In any case, it was done now, he may as well enjoy the ride whatever it entailed. Armstrong wrapped his arm around his shoulders, almost crushing him under the weight, "Kindred spirits... you and I."

An hour passed. The World Marshall HQ was ominously quiet. Sundowner was in the server room giving his pincers a polish and enjoying a beer. Nothing was out of the ordinary and he was about to clock off when suddenly his codec rang: Senator Armstrong. Damn, what the hell did he want? If he wanted him to do more overtime, he could forget it. Sometimes he wished he had stayed on DLA (disability living allowance)... Still, he couldn't ignore it. He pressed the accept button and looked at the screen. What he saw startled him, he dropped the codec and leapt back. "CHRIST!" Armstrong's face was pressed against the screen, every Nanomachine in his body hardened and black. Sundowner had only seen him like this when he was in battle. Why was he like it on the codec? His trademark smug look had been replaced by a contorted, scowling, snarling lunatic. Sundowner had seen many horrific things in war and committed sadistic warcrimes so it would be fair to assume that nothing could scare him. Wrong. This feral Armstrong on the other end of the line made his cyborg blood run cold. "'The fuck..." Armstrong growled like a rabid dog. It took him a few moments to tear his rigid jaws open so his chilling words could be unleashed, "Grr... Oooh arhhh you listen to me Sundowner. I'm gonna be hiding by your bins. I'm coming for your fucking solar panels!" He assumed the squat position and slammed his leg down demonstrating to him that he really meant business. In the background some kind of cackling laughter could be heard that sounded like it could have been Monsoon, only much more maniacal and demented than usual. Whatever little humanity he had left in him sounded like it had finally died. "Christ..." Sundowner whispered anxiously to himself. The fear was setting in. But if the solar panels were all he wanted, that was OK. He would gladly part with them if the crazed lunatics stayed well away from him. It was a small sacrifice in comparison to his life. Fear descended upon him like a dark, black raincloud. It was the first time he had been scared in a very long time. Armstrong looked like he would be more at home in an Umbrella lab. And as for Monsoon... That high-pitched laugh he had heard could only be made by a demon, or perhaps a character from Wrong Turn. It sent shivers down his spine. They had obviously taken their body modifications a step too far and crossed over to the other side. He stepped onto the heliport. A clap of thunder sounded and the first drops of rain fell. He couldn't see Monsoon or Armstrong but was filled with a sense of impending doom. He disarmed his solar panels and laid them on the ground ready for collection. The words 'I'm fucking invincible' rang empty now. He turned to head back inside when he saw Monsoon standing upside down on top of the doorway. Huh, he was always showing off his tricks. It was just as well he had that big dome on his head to contain his inflated ego. Still, Sundowner relaxed a little knowing that he was the lesser of two evils. "Yeah, yeah Monsoon, we all know you're magnetic and can do weird shit," he said brashly. He looked at the cyborg more closely and it dawned on him that there was something different about him. His huge toothy grin was spread earpiece to earpiece like a psychotic cheshire cat but there was something else too... "Christ Monsoon! Why the fuck are you green?" Sure enough, the red patterns on his armour had changed into a dazzling neon green as a side effect of his mushroom, Lorentz, Nanomachine and bathsalt cocktail. "Well this is my terrifying true form, Sunlounger!" he shrieked at him then burst into fits of laughter. What was once a chilled, mushroom induced giggle had morphed with the deadly bathsalts into a high-pitched blood-curdling cackle like a maniacal hyena. "What the fuck did you just call me?" Sundowner raised an eyebrow. "Seriously though man, you've gotta leave off those shrooms." "Shrooms? Hahaha! Are you that stupid? It's back to the garden for you Sunlounger hahaha! I am going to feast on your insides!" "Asshole. Talk to me when you wanna make sense. I ain't got time for this shit." He was about to go back inside when suddenly the whole helipad shook. Sundowner's first thoughts were that it was an earthquake until he saw the terrible abombination that was Armstrong. Eyes red, glasses crooked, black from head to toe in concrete Nanos and foaming at the mouth, Sundowner didn't need to be a mindreader to know that he was out for blood. "Wait..." Armstrong growled, his eyebrows darkened and he wound up his clenched fist to strike. Fully charged, one strike would be instant death and even if by some miracle he escaped, Monsoon was prowling like a vulture from above with his Sai's drawn ready... Sundowner drew his pincers ready, although he knew they were as much use as a chocolate fireman against these two, especially with whatever disease they had contracted that had made them flesh hungry psychopaths.  However, the fact that they were not in their right minds was little comfort to him as Armstrong landed a skull crushing blow knocking him to the floor. He was conscious long enough to feel Dystopia swoop down and claim his arm just as Armstrong sunk his teeth into his jugular. Christ... zombie cyborgs... what a way to die...

On the other side of the building were Mistral and Jetstream Sam, blissfully unaware of the approaching danger. By now Armstrong and Monsoon were so far gone, they were communicating in one syllable words and grunts, driven by their burning desire for one thing alone: flesh. Monsoon, who looked more and more like a demon every minute, had his sights set on Mistral and Armstrong on Jetstream. He had always harbored a bit of a ‘thing’ for the cheeky Brazilian. They let themselves into their apartment. Mistral and Sam had no way of knowing about their transformation so would have no reason to fear them. They were simply going about their daily business just like any other night. Sam lay stretched out on the couch, glued to his phone as he fed his Candy Crush addiction. Upstairs, running water could be heard as Mistral was in the shower. Monsoon decided he would have some fun with her. With his memes in mind, he crept up the stairs and was greeted by a group of Dwarf Gecko who were standing guard at the bathroom door. They did not stand a chance. against him; the illicit glitchy aura about him had transformed him into a walking chaff grenade. Having been alerted to his presence, the Geckos sensors were sent into a frenzy and their circuit boards simultaneously blew leaving them nothing more than smoking scrap metal. Monsoon smiled smugly as he stepped over the mechanical carcasses; he didn’t even have to do anything: his presence alone was enough. The first she knew of his presence was when she felt his disconnected metallic hand caressing her breast. "Hello there handsome," she said. Monsoon pulled the curtain back and boldly stepped into the shower with her. "Mistral... I have a confession to make," he said to her putting his hands on her face. "You light up my life." Mistral's eyes lit up and her body tingled. She had been waiting to hear those words for what seemed like an eternity, "Oh Monsoon! I had no idea that you felt that way. You have made me a very happy girl."

Monsoon grinned, "Yes… you light up my life… so I am going to make a lampshade out of your face! Ah hahaha!" He whipped out Dystopia and delivered a deathly blow to her throat, severing her lifeline and capturing her confused wide eyed look forever. He licked his lips as he watched her crimson blood flow down her tall curvacious body like a waterfall and swirl down the plug hole. Exquisite. As her body slumped into the tub he knelt down and looked her up and down with a lustful yet hungry smirk on his face. A strange clash of emotions were simmering under his dome at the glistening perfectly rounded breasts. Did he want to eat them or molest them? Well it wouldn’t hurt to get a cheeky feel of the goods before they were manufactured into limited edition Desperado furniture. He squeezed her round bosoms; they were soft like finely made cushions just begging for a head to be nestled between them. He happily obliged and slopped his lips upon them to satisfy his curiosity for her taste. Now he was totally confused – food or furniture?

#Monsoon #Ed Gein #Senator Armstrong #Fanfiction #Metal Gear Rising