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Game Night (Not a Good Idea)
Brief Description: Things heard during Wayne family game night.
Point of View: 3rd Person
Word Count: 1334
Character: Batfam x platonic!Reader
Every Sunday Bruce tries to get all his kids (whether adopted or not) back to the manor for supper and a game night. And while some of the time the games are fun and a bonding moment for everyone, most of the time it's a battleground.
Things said playing: Super Smash Bros
A very pissed off Timothy Drake: DAMIAN! I AM ON YOUR TEAM; STOP PUSHING ME OFF!
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A frustrated Stephanie Brown: DODGE IT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?
Y/n L/n: *Playing the game for the first time in years* I don't know the controls...
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Jason Todd throwing his controller against the wall after his team lost for the seventh time in a row: THIS IS BULLSHIT!
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Things said playing: Twister
A defeated before the game even begins Duke Thomas: No. Straight up, no. We all know Dick's going to win; what's the point in even playing?
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A very flexible and cocky Dick Grayson: What do you mean you can't reach the green circle? It's literally so easy!
Jason: *His eye twitching* Kill yourself.
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A tired of the complaining, Bruce Wayne: Dick, you're not playing this round.
Dick, heartbroken: What? Why?
The rest of the Batkids: *Cheering*
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Things said playing: Jenga
Damian Wayne, who just knocked the tower over: DRAKE BUMPED INTO ME! HE MADE ME KNOCK IT OVER JUST SO I WOULD LOSE!
Tim, who is sitting over ten feet from him: What? No, I didn't.
Damian: YES, YOU DID!
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A very confused and slightly disappointed Barbara Gordon: Why did you choose that one?
Y/n, who chose the most difficult one to remove: *Practically in tears* I DON'T KNOW!
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Anyone after knocking the tower over: I fucking hate this game.
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Things said playing: Among Us
*While they're waiting in the lobby (the game hasn't even begun)*
Tim: It's Damian.
Damian: Fuck you.
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Bruce, after being the first killed for the fifth time in a row: Do you hate me that much?
Steph (a crewmate): *Walking past Bruce's body and not reporting it* Yes.
Babs (a crewmate), who people are now suspecting: You're not supposed to give any hints that you got killed, Bruce.
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*Y/n and Cass being revealed as the imposters*
The Batfamily after being positive that Y/n and Cass were the only ones who weren't the imposters (other than those murdered): WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WERE THE IMPOSTER?
Y/n and Cass: *Cackling*
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Things said playing: Charades
Jason, after they ran out of time and didn't guess it: *Looking at the card* What you acted out was not fucking Ratatouille.
Damian, who was very much not doing anything to hint towards Ratatouille: YES, IT WAS!
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Babs after picking up the most complicated things possible to act out: What the fuck is this?
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Bruce: I burned the zombie card by the way.
Jason, Tim, Steph, Damian, and Y/n: *Groaning in disappointment*
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Things said playing: Just Dance
Cass: *Doing everything perfectly*
Everyone else: How the fuck are you doing that?
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Cass: *Giggling* What are you doing?
Y/n: I don't fucking know.
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Tim: HOW DID DUKE GET SECOND!?
Duke: I am the epitome of a graceful dancer, Tim. *Proceeds to trip over the coffee table and land flat on his face*
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Things said playing: Any game involving riddles
Any of the Batkids: I CALL DUKE/STEPH!
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Bruce: *Reading a riddle that was writing in Shakespearean (ye old English)*
All of the Batkids: w h a t
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Duke/Steph: I'm telling you, it's *correct answer*
Jason: No, it's not. It's *very much the wrong answer*
Duke/Steph, feeling petty: Fine, we'll go with *Jason's answer*
Bruce: It's *the answer Duke/Steph originally had*
Duke/Steph: *Waiting for Jason to admit they were right*
Jason:
Jason, who refuses to take the blame: Jeez, you're terrible at this game.
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Things said playing: Spoons
(if you don't know what Spoons is, search it up because I don't know how to describe it, but it is the most fun game ever and you're missing out.)
Y/n: *Holding onto the spoon like her life depends on it* YOU CAN'T GRAB IT FROM ME! IT'S ALREADY IN MY HAND!
Steph: *Clawing at Y/n's hand* GIVE IT HERE!
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Dick: *Cradling his hand* I think Jason broke my hand.
Jason, with the most "I don't give a shit" voice ever: Damn. That sucks.
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All the Batkids at one point: *Quite literally throwing themselves across the table to grab the last spoon*
Bruce: *Tired Dad SighTM*
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Things said playing: Monopoly
Jason, who owns all but one railroad: I swear to God, Tim, if you land on the last railroad and buy it...
Tim, lands on the last rail road: *Buys it*
Jason: *Lunges across the table to strangle him*
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Y/n, after buying Park Place a while ago: *Lands on Boardwalk* You bitches are about to be financially murdered.
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*After red hotels have been added to over half the board, and there are at least two green houses on every spot*
Duke: Can I just stay in jail?
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Things said playing: Uno
Cass: Uno!
Steph: *Places Pick Up 4 card*
Tim: *Places Pick Up 4 card*
Y/n: *Places Pick Up 4 card*
Jason: *Places Pick Up 4 card*
Duke: *Places Pick Up 4 card*
Dick: *Places Pick Up 4 card*
Damian: *Places Pick Up 4 card*
Babs: Sorry, Cass *Places Pick Up 4 card*
Cass:
Cass, trying not to fucking snap: You guys fucking suck.
(I'm sobbing. She's picking up 28 cards. NOOO, CASS)
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*It's down to just Tim and Damian; the others have all gotten rid of their cards*
Tim, after being skipped for the fifth time in a row: *Near tears* HOW MANY FUCKING SKIP CARDS DO YOU HAVE?
Damian: *Placing another one down* Yes.
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*Whenever someone wins*
The rest of the Batkids: *Starts a fist fight*
*Cue Uno getting banned from being played at a Game Night.*
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Things said playing: Mario Kart
Babs, throwing a green shell: *Bounces off the wall and hits her instead of the person ahead of her* I'm going to kill someone.
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Dick: *Picks Rainbow Road*
The rest of the Batkids: Fuck you.
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Cass, before they start playing: Oh, I suck at this game.
Cass: *Wins over half the races*
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Jason: DID YOU JUST FUCKING BLUE SHELL ME!?
Y/n: Yup.
Jason: YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! I WAS JUST ABOUT TO WIN!
Y/n: That's why I did it.
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Steph: *Getting pissed that she got 2nd*
Bruce: *Trying to console her* It's fine, Steph. It's just a game.
Steph: JUST A GAME!? JUST A GAME, HUH!? THEN YOU FUCKING PLAY IT, BRUCE!
Bruce: *Too scared to play with his kids because of how angry he's been seeing them getting* No.
Steph: That's what I fucking thought.
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Y/n, after being hit by Jason's red shell for the third time in a row: *Throwing the controller at Jason* I'M DONE! I'M FUCKING DONE!
Jason: *Cackles*
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Tim: *Looking at someone else's screen and not realizing it* I am so good at this.
*His character is actually continuously hitting a wall*
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Duke: *Gets a blue shell* It's over for you, Cass!
Damian: *Uses Thunderbolt, thus getting rid of Duke's blue shell before he can use it*
*Duke, trying to stop himself from attacking Damian*
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Damian: *About to get first place* And victory is–
Duke: *Blue shells him* That's what you get, you little bastard.
*Damian proceeds to literally bite Duke*
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*Bruce, trying to ban Mario Kart from Game Night*
All the Batkids: BOO! I'm not coming back if you do.
*Mario Kart has not been banned*
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Bonus! (Involves only Babs, Dick, Jason, Steph, Cass, Tim, and Y/n)
Things said playing: Cards Against Humanity
Y/n, holding the prompt for this round: *Looking at the responses the rest gave her* You all are fucking terrible human beings.
Babs: It's a damn game, Y/n. No one actually meant it.
Dick: Hey! My card was not that bad!
Cass: Come on, it's funny!
Jason: Yes.
Steph: Thank you.
Tim: You're one to talk.
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He gently caressed their scattered skin, dry for their living condition and from the mud that had been spattered on them while they were dragged to the sentences of the seven.
The imposter was finally captured, and now the day of their execution has come.
As they were taken to their pyre, the seven archons observed in disgust the blasphemy of the creature that dared to impersonate the actual creator. But three, among those who wanted to claim their heads, felt a heavy doubt about this call for blood.
The Hydro and Dendro Archons looked at each other, knowing that something in them was so off. And, just behind Lady Furina, the Ludex watched, in horror, the scene in front of him.
That wasn't justice. Justice was something that needed to be used in order to create peace—to judge and punish the ones that harm others lives, the ones that have to keep everything in check.
They dragged that poor, marturated body over the stage,their hands grasping some hair from their caged throats. Their jailers didn't lose the opportunity to shove their feet on their already broken ribs, causing them to cough and gasp. That wasn't justice.
Days prior, Neuvilette studied the case, searching for everything that could justify the looming execution against someone who had impersonated the creator. And his efforts took him to nothing; the accused was attacked on the spot, but there wasn't any activity from their part.
They never professed to be the creator; the persecution started without an actual felony.
And now there they were, the former dragon in front of the soon-to-be dead imposter.
Why did he feel his heart clench at the vision of that human in that sorry state? He was the great judge of Fontaine; he wasn't supposed to feel sadness against someone like them, and yet...
Without even knowing it, he moved in their direction. Some believed that he was ready to strike something, to hurt them more like everyone else. Instead, followed by the crowd falling into silence, he kneeled in front of them, watching the creator in their eyes.
There were no eyes to watch—just two burning holes. They once admired the beauty of that world.
His gloved fingers reached for their cheeks, meeting only a trembling and sobbing mess. They retreat, fearing another sharp blow.
"Please..."
His voice was calm and gentle, which surprised them. How lovely did someone actually use that tone with them?
They kept trembling, but they didn't retreat again when he had the courage to stroke their faces. Was that agonizing torture really necessary? The face of a god was enough to justify the horrors of what they did to that human. In all the years of his work, Neuvilette has never felt such agony for someone who clearly faces unnecessary violence.
Did the archer really enjoy this? Did they actually feel such happiness terrorizing and violating someone who was clearly at their limit? For the first time in a century, Neuvilette felt his blood boiling.
"Why did you impersonate a god? ...Did you want to fool them in order to gain power?"
There wasn't any evidence reported in the document; the witness never actually stated that they ever did something against their law. He had nothing; now he wanted to hear it out.
No words; just a small whine came out of their lips. They wanted to say something, but they were too weak to even talk. Neuvilette came closer, trying to understand something, anything.
"It hurt... It hurt so much. Please."
He didn't need any more words.
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"Ummm... I wonder what kind of interesting new show you're going to put us through, my dear Ludex!"
Furina's voice was chirpier than ever, clearly infatuated by the outcome of the last week.
Neuvilette decided to ignore her small talk; he had more important matters to attend to.
"By the way, you said that the other day our new guest had... spilled gold from their bandages?"
"Yes, I think that happened. I think I saw a few traces back at the executor, but I never investigated anything about it."
"Ummm..."
Silence fell again in the office, and the two occupants now wondered the same question.
What now?
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COD König x fem!reader
König has decided to act on his little crush he has been stalking for some time, unfortunately he goes a little too far.
Content: Possessive könig, staking,
Part 1
(You are a female, 21, high-ranking military personnel, 6 ft tall and extremely muscular, and you are a very structured person who follows routines to a T and has helped you a lot in the military; this is all just for a little bit of context)
You wake up at 0500 even though you haven't been required to since basics, but it just felt too natural to work out while it was still dark. I made you feel powerful to be ready before the sun was. You roll over to snooze your alarm that is blasting whatever Metallica song that is on rotation that day. Sitting up you rub your eyes with one hand as you stretch your other arm at the same time. It's been part of your morning routine practically. Getting up and slipping on baggy sweats because just a shorts and sports bra is not how you roll, your insecurity would never let you no matter how chiseled your six-pack may be.
The sweat dripping off your face and onto the weight room floor brings a smirk to your lips. It's like seeing a beautiful field of roses to you, the idea of your performance getting better keeps you coming back every morning. You reach over to turn your speaker off when you see a flash of light and then a shadow disappear from behind the squat rack, the lighting isn't the greatest, and lights flickering isn't out of the ordinary so you shrug it off as such. You pack your things and begin to walk out of the room when you see the door is now cracked open and currently swaying as if it was just being closed with not enough force to fully close it.
You always shut the door behind you.
It is now 0700 and all the other soldiers are beginning to get up and either get breakfast or get set up in their offices. You always pass by the kiss-ass recruits trying to grab their officers coffee or something from the chow hall to "get on their good side" as if they have one. But something was out of your routine, the tall masked soldier didn't walk past you right before you got to your door. He always nods at you 5 paces from your door as he walks to what you can assume is his office since he is fully dressed and ready. "Is he sick, or maybe he got hurt on the field? I did hear a couple of higher-up groups got sent out to deal with a royal fuck up made by the recruits." You reach your hand out to open your door as you pull your keys out of your backpack to unlock it, no need. Your door is fully closed, but it is not locked.
You always lock your door behind you.
These two events are too suspicious, so you don't even turn the doorknob to not startle who might be hiding inside. You call Price to bring some men and check your room. When he gets there you explain what happened in the gym while the other two soldiers enter your room and are about to search for an imposter but are immediately stopped by a scene painted on your wall. "Umm Lieutenant L/N, you might wanna we this" You make a confused look at Price as you turn around to enter the room, your face falls and your hands cover your mouth in awe and disgust. "You are mine, mouse" is written on the wall and big letters with black paint. Price curses under his breath as he looks at you for confirmation that this is real. He tells you to wait here while he goes and calls someone to report a possible intruder on base, commanding the other two soldiers to wait outside the door and guard. You walk around the room to make sure nothing else is touched and see your closet is open with something new hanging up, it is A dark Emerald green color, and hard to make out what it is from where you're standing. You walk closer and pull the hanger off the rack to be amazed at the very sexy lingerie in your hands right now. It looks tailored to your body which is impossible because no one has seen your body since your last relationship over 3 years ago in high school. A piece of paper falls from the hanger, you pick it up to read "I want you to wear this tonight for your birthday. Even if I can't see you I will find pleasure in thinking of you in it. Left some vodka on your desk for your first shot, happy 21st birthday mouse." Sure as shit you look over at your desk and see the big ass bottle of vodka and two small shot glasses. One full and the other empty, "Did he take a shot before he left?" You say your thoughts out loud as Price walks back in and sees what you're talking about. "Send it in for fingerprint and DNA testing, I highly doubt we have an intruder so it has to be another soldier. I'm gonna go shower in the community showers so I'm not alone." If anyone else commanded Price around they would be dead, but there is an amount of respect for you after you saved his life once and his ass a couple of times after bad missions.
You get undressed and right before shutting your locker, you get a text. Price: "Both tests were negative, but there is cleaning residue on the glass suggesting he did at one point but knew better before leaving. I'm going to be sending a soldier to watch your room 24/7 until further notice, I'm sorry but I'm not taking any chances you're the best we got." You sigh before replying to acknowledge you read his message. You slam your locker shut in frustration and walk to the showers. The other girls either cower in your presence or give looks of disgust as you walk past them. You try to put on a brave face but this is the first time anyone has seen you naked in a long time, and for a good reason. Yes, you not only get made fun of for being too manly with your height and lean body, but you have a condition that makes it impossible for your scars to heal properly so they stay visible for years longer than normal before fading. And being a boxer in high school has left you with your fair share of battle scars before ever seeing a battlefield. You could very easily be mistaken for a test or torture subject with the huge and small scars basically painting your muscles, you used to hate it but now you think it makes you look badass. You reach the showers and it is packed, there is a line to wait for an open shower head. Everyone else is gossiping and giggling with each other while you look over their heads and wait patiently for your turn. After about 15 minutes you finally get to the front of the line and start walking to the open shower head. You look around and the girls are either talking or minding their business and washing themselves, but you feel a very strong pair of eyes on you to the point you look around in a panic to see where this feeling is coming from but to no avail, there is no one looking at you and you just look paranoid looking around frantically. With the feeling still there you try your best to ignore it and begin to wash the sweat from your morning workout off. You sigh to yourself before sticking your head under the water "Why is this happening to me, of all people why do they choose me?"
#cod x reader#cod mw2#konig x reader#smut#part 1#stalking fantasy#military#female#soldier#captain price#ghost#task force 141
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tommyinnit | among us mother
pairings. tommyinnit x fem!reader (platonic)
about. (y/n) volunteers to be tommy’s among us mother.
warnings. a little cursing, that’s basically it, lmk if i missed anything!
a/n. i made this a long time ago but i needed something to post because i keep losing followers so here you go! also i couldn’t find a gif for tommy so no gif today!
"Oh, shut up, you child!" (Y/N) screamed into her microphone over the chaotic voices in the Among Us game lobby.
"What the fuck?" Her internet friend, Tommy, whined into his mic. She could practically imagine the exasperated expression on his face. "You're a child too! What do you mean?"
Last round, he was killed first by the imposter, Quackity, so naturally, when the round ended, he decided to shout curse words and complaints nonstop.
In the last three games, Tommy had been one of the first players dead, so (Y/N) understood his frustration. But when there was an opportunity to yell at him, she was gladly going to take it. Most of these conversations end in relentless bickering, leaving Tubbo to break them apart.
She laughed along with everyone else, "Aw, do you need to be protected next round? Does Tommyinnit need a babysitter?" She mocked and made her voice high pitched to prove her point.
Philza chuckled, "Yeah, Tommy needs Jules to babysit him!"
"No, I am a big man," he said firmly. "Big men like me don't need supervision. All I need are pogchamps and primes! Am I right?"
(Y/N) made her Among Us character dance on top of Tommy's, "You don't look like a big man to me. I will be your mother and keep you safe."
He groaned, "Please, for the love of God, never fucking say that again. Don't say that to me."
The groups laughs quickly died down as the new round started. "Crewmate" flashed across the top of (Y/N)'s screen and they all spawned around the table in the cafeteria.
She immediately spotted Tommy and followed him into Admin. They both paused to swipe their keycards along with Wilbur and Niki, and while Tommy does wires, she waited behind him.
She walked behind his blue icon as he made his way into electrical. He kept stopping in the hallway, hoping she'd redirect her path away from his only to find that she was tracking his every move. The lights then went out and just as she was afraid she had lost him, a body was reported.
"Tubbo is dead in the lower engine," Wilbur says. "Whoever the imposter is, I think you were mistaken. You see, Tommy is dark blue, not yellow."
"Tommy is clear 100%!" (Y/N) called out into the mic.
"(Y/N), will you stop fucking following me?" Tommy yelled making the others burst out laughing, "You're so clingy! You're almost as bad as Tubbo."
Tubbo unmuted his microphone at the comment, "Hey!"
"Tubbo, please mute your mic," Tommy says in a serious voice until the boy sighs and goes silent again. "(Y/N), I will have no choice but to break up with you if you don't leave me alone."
"Huh? Excuse me?" Quackity yelled into his mic and everyone was too busy laughing to notice the timer was almost completely out.
Everyone ended up skipping from lack of information, but from Tommy's last comment towards (Y/N), a lot of people called him sus before they muted again.
Of course, the threat didn't stop her. With the lights still out, she followed his character towards electrical, but when they got separated for a moment, the animation of Wilbur Soot's character killing her flashed across her screen abruptly. Her body was reported almost immediately by Philza.
"Tommy," Wilbur said, his voice sounding almost accusingly.
"What, Wilbur?" He responded in a monotone voice.
"Don't you think it's a bit odd that (Y/N) is dead?" The hint of a snicker at the end of his sentence signals to (Y/N) that he knows what is about to come.
"Are you accusing me of killing my girlfriend?" Tommy roars in response.
Quackity hurry's to pitch in, "First off, she's not your girlfriend! Second, she was following you the whole time last round and now she's dead."
"Yeah, I saw Tommy with her before the lights went out," Philza added. Then, many of the crew started to vote.
At this point, Tommy was fuming, "Whatever! I can give you my entire alibi if you'd like. We were walking through storage and then the lights went out when we went into admin and then her body was-"
"We don't want to hear it, Tommy, vote him off!" Wilbur yelled.
Everyone voted and the animation of Tommy's character flies through space as he gets ejected. (Y/N) was laughing so hard that she was now clutching her sides.
(Y/N) opened up ghost chat to see Tommy had sent a message.
Tommy I fucking hate you.
(Y/N) You're welcome!!
#imagines#reader insert#afab reader#famous!reader#tommyinnit#among us#tommyinnit x reader#tommyinnit x y/n#platonic#platonic relationships#tommyinnit x you
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Day 51: Hateno Elections, and Geoglyphs
As the sun rises over Hateno, I have a look at Bolson's houses on the hill. Medda and his daughter Aster have moved into one of them. I give Medda a mushroom for Cece.
There's a girl called Tamana guarding the gate now - though she seems timid. She gives me an egg, and I give her a mushroom. Is that all the mushrooms now? One left.
Manny doesn't need a mushroom, but I do hand over his frogs. He gives me some rushrooms in return. He hasn't found any of the other ninety frogs he thinks he needs yet, so I don't think he'll be bothering Ivee anytime soon.
An old guy called Tokk is hanging out outside the farm - I must have passed him three or four times and not noticed. I give him a mushroom.
I report back to Cece and Sophie, and we head to the mayoral election.
The debate does not go well - and Sophie's had enough. Good for her!
She calls Cece out in front of everyone - and then Clavia calls Reede out! They agree that Hateno needs both new and old - so they're working together? No election after all.
I meet Cece at the clothing shop - and she gives me that bold hat! I'll… probably wear it…
She plans on stocking clothing from our forebears from now on. It's clothing from my time, 100 years ago. It's strange to remember that I was born before most of these people's grandparents. Just me and Zelda - and Impa, Purah and Robbie, of course.
The first person I run into outside is Seldon - Cece's dad! He compliments my hat.
I also chat to Meeshy. She tells me about that stone statue cave as a location for Misko's clothing, but I've already found that one.
Before I leave, I head up the hill behind my - Zelda's - house. I haul a korok up halfway to meet a friend, then go the rest of the way myself.
There's a Satori blossom tree up here.
I offer the Satori a tomato, and mark the banners. I've already found the closest caves. I'll get to the others someday. Right now, I think I want to head for Tarrey Town. I want to check the town is alright since the Upheaval.
I teleport to the Eldin Tower and intend to glide towards Akkala - but then I see a geoglyph that looks like the Purah Pad, and dive down.
A vision. I see...
Raura takes Zelda to meet Mineru - another Zonai! Mineru seems of a kind with Zelda - knowledgeable, curious. She knows of these secret stones, and what she says supports my theory - Zelda's stone only amplifies her time power, the same power that Sonia's stone amplifies. Almost as if they're the same stone.
But they don't know how Zelda can get back to her time. Back to me. The only way they know is the long way round - immortality, and not even Purah's way. Immortality as a dragon, losing yourself in the process. Zelda, don't. Trust me. Let me find a way to reach you. I remember her resolve at the altar, and beg her to wait for me, knowing that whatever she's decided has already happened.
These visions always leave me at a loss. I have to keep going. I was aiming for Akkala. I spend the rest of the night cutting across country to Foothill Stable.
Everyone here is… in their pants? Bougan tells me it's on Princess Zelda's orders.
"We will only find our future if we chart a new course, leaving the safety of indoor study for exploration in the wild. So, prepare your mind and body, and then explore in underpants."
The first bit sounds like my Zelda, but… is this another trick from the imposter somehow? What would be the point of getting researchers to strip?
I feel like this will make more sense in the light of day. In the meantime, I climb up to the shrine.
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Predictions For The Among Us Tonight:
Bad + Foolish will deem the other suspicious first chance they get regardless of who the imposter is (if either of them are the imposter at all)
Baghera will probably sus out the imposter nearly every round based off mainly how people act (although she'd probably keep quiet if its someone like Jaiden. However, she'd 100% snitch on Forever)
Cellbit + Roier either never kill each other and they don't snitch on the other OR they kill the other one immediately
Jaiden is a good crewmate and actually gets her tasks done (and discoveries 70% of the bodies)
Forever would probably try to trick the imposter in some way but may just end up accidentally making himself look suspicious
Fit always keeps a good eye out and as a result is most likely to call out if someone vented (and then call them out on their bullshit if they try to lie about it)
Tazercraft would stick together like glue and since they're always together its near impossible to get rid of them as they always have the other as an alibi / always have the other to report their body
Tubbo I feel like would wander a lot around the map and just be very suspicious in general
Maxo would probably camp cams (aka Sofia) but he's nearly always dead first
Etoiles might act as a bodyguard to people (but a seriously really good imposter as he's almost never caught)
Philza would be suspicious of anyone and everyone and most likely to call a meeting
Slimecicle would try and get his tasks done but ends up dead (more specifically in electrical) half the time
Quackity would probably accuse nearly everyone at some point (so even if he legitimately sees someone kill / vent, hardly anyone believes him)
Antoine I feel like would also try to trick the imposter but more in a 'I will stalk them until they do something suspicious' way
Aypierre gets his tasks done but is suspicious of everyone so he's likely to be accused of faking tasks
Missa probably gets stuck on the card task and accidentally had a really good alibi because of it
Felps would just chill around the ship (maybe just hangs out in electrical) but is a good imposter usually because no one suspects him at first
I won't include anyone else as I don't know anyone else that well enough. Baring in mind no hate to anyone at all, besides, I haven't seen any of them play Among Us so this is going off vibes mainly lol
Bonus:
Cucurocho is voted out first every single time
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Giggles for Lixie pt 6
AN: SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG😀 thank you to everyone who has been enjoying this series!!. Pt 7 coming soon! Don’t forget to check out the other Pts of this series if you want!🥹
Pairings: Lee! Felix Ler! Lee Know🐥🐱
Relationship: Platonic 🫶🏽
It wasn’t uncommon for SKZ to end up in each other’s beds, even now that they were split off in separate dorms. Some would go to the extent of staying in the opposite dorm in some cases. This time Felix was struggling to sleep. He often didn’t have trouble sleeping but no matter what he did he couldn’t slip into dreamland, and he had a bunch of energy given how tired he was. It wasn’t that late so some of the members were probably still up. After a while of tossing and turning, he decided to get out of bed and see if he could maybe go mingle with one of the members. He trudged over to Lee Know’s room and quietly knocked.
“Come in,” Lee Know called from the other side. Felix opened the door and poked his head in, giving Lee Know a tight lined smile. Lee Know was playing Among Us on his phone when he looked up at Felix.
“Everything okay?” Lee Know asked as Felix closed the door. He shrugged.
“I’m fine I just can’t sleep,” Felix said scratching the back of his neck. Lee Know scooted over and patted the space next to him for Felix to sit on. The younger shuffled over to the bed and got under the covers. He wiggled close to Lee Know and laid his head on the singer’s shoulder. He stared at the screen as someone reported a body, claiming they knew who the culprit was. Lee Know and another player were both suspects, and the two were both trying to explain why they weren’t the imposter. Felix had an idea and tapped on Lee Know’s chest.
“Can I see that real quick, please?” Felix asked, referring to the phone. Lee Know handed Felix the phone without hesitation Felix typed on the keyboard at the speed of light before sending off the message. Lee Know looked at the words that said “it was me”, and the next thing you knew, everyone was voting Lee Know off. His eyes went huge and held the funniest baffled face as he watched his character get thrown off the ship.
“What was that for, Yongbok?!” Lee Know laughed as he tossed his phone somewhere on the bed and manhandled the menace, immediately squeezing his sides. The younger broke out into giggles not just at the feeling but at how his plan to mess with Lee Know’s game worked.
“Why did you do your Hyung dirty like that??” He asked as he held Felix close, using one hand to tickle his tummy. Felix buried his face into Lee Know’s neck as the sensitive feeling took over.
“Just cahahause” Felix giggled. Lee Know shook his head.
“Didn’t I teach you not to mess with your hyung if you knew what the consequences were?” Lee Know smirked as he started scratching at the dancer’s abs. Felix squeaked while Lee Know tortured the young Aussie’s mid section, causing squeals to fill the room. Felix wiggled in his Hyung’s grasp as the tickles became rougher.
“You can’t escape, Lixie,” Lee Know cooed before slipping his hand under Felix’s shirt to squeeze his underarm mercilessly . Felix muffled his laugher into Lee Know’s neck, while the older’s cheeks began hurting with how much smiling he was doing.
“HYUNG IT TICKLES SO BAHAHAHAHAHAD” he squealed as he slowly stopped trying to fight. Lee Know chuckled.
“That’s what you get, Yongbokie tickle tickle tickle,” he teased as his hand went right back to Felix’s exposed tummy where his shirt had risen just above his ribs. He started scratching at his belly button and the younger one crumbled.
“OKAYAHAAHAHAHA I LEARNED MYHYHY LESSON HYUNG PLEAHEHEHEHEHEASE” he screeched. Lee Know stopped his attack and pulled Felix’s shirt down, rubbing his hand over his stomach. Felix wrapped his arms around his Hyung and buried his face even further into his neck if possible. The arm that was originally wrapped around Felix’s torso to hold him was now wrapped around his shoulder as a neck pillow. Lee Know moved his hand from Felix’s tummy briefly to pull up the covers up, and went to drawing small circles at the small of Felix’s back with his nails. That of course tickled too and Felix began quietly giggling in Lee Know’s hold again.
“Hyungiehehe,” he giggled as Lee Know smirked.
“My bad love,” Lee Know smiled as he decided to rub his back with an open palm to ease the ticklish feeling. Felix’s breathing evened out as he was being pulled into a deep sleep, and the sound of his little brother’s breathing on his neck helped Lee Know drift off as well.
#stray kids#stray kids x stay#skz fanfic#stray kids fluff#lee felix#lee know#skz felix#skz lee know#skz tickle#skz imagines#stray kids imagines#stray kids tickle#tickling kpop#kpop fluff
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Because I love angst....
There’s some fics where Tim tries to help Jason to kill him so that he can rejoin the family, where he assumes Jason and the rest of the family won’t miss him and he is passively suicidal.
Usually, it goes that he’s mistaken. I want a world where’s he not.
Jason brutally murders Tim in Titan’s Tower...maybe even worse. (R*pe) Then, he destroys the body, and sets off to rejoin the batfam.
Bruce and Dick, are, predictably, overjoyed to have Jason back. They don’t know he killed Tim—he’s gone missing, but nobody really cares too much. Why should they? It’s a miracle. Jason’s back.
Sure, Kon and Bart care, but they die soon after, in manners similar to canon.
Time goes on. Jason tells them the censored story. They weep and hug him. All is well. He doesn’t regret killing the imposter.
But it starts to feel a little strange, because he thought he’d have to try a little harder, if you know what he means. Bruce takes over a month to actually open a case regarding Tim. Nobody opens it for weeks at a time. No one is really *looking*— it seems they’re content to let it lie.
Tim’s school eventually reports his drop in attendance. The Drakes take a month to return home. They pay off the police to keep the investigation hush-hush— Drake Industries might not be able to tank the bad publicity if it gets out that their son is likely dead due to their negligence.
They leave again, for Peru, or Ecuador, or Suriname. Jason can’t keep it straight.
He kept one trophy. A single tooth, from the back of the mouth. He had knocked it free with a crowbar sometime during the killing. He keeps it in a false bottom in his sock drawer. There’s nothing else. The acid made sure of that.
Meanwhile, he gets used to the evolution in operations down in the bat cave. There’s a few new rogues, a few new allies— Cass is pretty cool, he supposes. The bar computer is a lot better than he remembers. It’s a bit like the internet before and after google, the difference is so stark— messy, poorly formatted files are now neatly saved and backed-up and cross-referenced.
He asks Oracle about it. She mentions it being the work of— she pauses here, not wanting to say ‘the previous robin’.
Eventually, she says, “The Substitute”, even though Jason isn’t Robin anymore, is working on his own costume and identity with the help of his family. Red Hood is a dusty secret, not entirely MIA, but operated remotely so as to not draw the suspicion of his family.
It’s the first time he ever feels something about the boy that isn’t rage. It’s something else, gray and shriveled in his gut. He doesn’t know a word for it, and he doesn’t need to. He pushes it aside.
But he’s always had an addictive personality. A week later, he’s the only one in the cave. The bat computer just sits there, calling his name in a voice he doesn’t want to recognize. He heard it before, sobbing mostly.
He finds the old ID. When he logs in, the setup takes several minutes to load, which is strange, because everything is so much faster now, loading in milliseconds.
There’s files. More than Jason can even fathom. Case files, photos, and video footage from the Robin mask. Even a few AI chess-games with game times going into the months-long territory, differently coded ‘players’ wining or loosing matches against each other into perpetuity, with nobody left to witness them.
There’s a lot of side projects like that. They’re usually quite strange, technically complex, and Jason slowly realizes as he pores over them in between watching the trackers for Bruce and Dick’s return, bloody brilliant.
Weirdly, it just breeds a sort of awe in his chest. No anger.
And there’s the footage. It takes him bags full of high-storage flash-drives to get all of it. He watches it alone in his room. Tim Drake in black and white security footage in the cave, quietly cleaning up after Batman or sitting hunched at the bat computer— looking so small, hunched over with his legs tucked in like he’s cold.
Footage from his Robin encounters— he’s quiet, speaks far more rarely than Jason or Dick had. He’s got this sweet, soft little voice that Jason actually finds quite relaxing. Sometimes he mutters to himself when he’s solving a problem faster than Jason can believe, always sounding a little unsure of his own brilliance.
Jason’s always had an addictive personality. It’s why he killed Tim, in a way. He just gets obsessed.
It happens all over again, in reverse.
He starts seeing Tim in his dreams, in the corner of his vision when he’s tired. He doesn’t speak, and when Jason reaches for him, he’s always drifting away, his expression blank.
He runs out of footage. The dreams turn into nightmares. He’s running, screaming, crying, begging for a companion in a vast void, and there’s Tim, off in the distance, hunched over., never able to see or hear him.
Sometimes, he finds Tim, after wandering in the rocky hellscape for hours. Or, what’s left of him. It’s never a skeleton, always a fresh corpse— mangled almost beyond recognition if not for the tatters of red and green. It’s a familiar sight.
Back when Tim was reported missing to the Police, somebody— probably Dick— was sent over to the Drake manor to collect all of Tim’s things, hopefully clearing anything incriminating.
Jason checks the evidence storage. There’s long rows of it, shelves leading into the darkness of the vast cave tunnels. It takes him several nights to find the sealed plastic box.
DRAKE MANOR it is labeled in neat, blocky letters. In the notes section of the item sheet, it mentions a loose floorboard and a false panel in the wall. It’s clinical. The paper is damp and dusty.
When he opens it, he finds notebooks, stuffed with sticky notes and yellowed with use, and more than that, *photos*. His heart nearly stops, desperate for a new hit of his newest drug.
When he begins to look through them, he has to sit down, because— because they’re *old*. Really old.
He stares at a photo of himself as Robin, silhouetted proudly by the Gotham moon. It’s a great shot, perfect in composition and and coloring. He can’t imagine how long it took Tim to get it.
He couldn’t have been older than 11. He pictures the School photo-day records he had dug up, that even smaller, paler Tim, with his shy, gap-toothed smile.
His hand curls into a fist. There’s something wet in his eyes. For the first time, he allows himself to acknowledge its more than the dust.
He’s in love with Tim Drake, he thinks. He thinks it again. It’s stronger each time, more and more sure, until it’s a crescendo pumping in every inch of his body. It’s like the hot twin of the Pit, but somehow *more*. He can barely stand it.
He sends Bruce a note over the Bat-Chat about the status of the missing ‘neighbor’, as they tend to refer to him.
Bruce seems surprised he asked, and then reassures him that he always viewed Jason as the proper Robin. That boy didn’t mean anything to him, he says.
He gets an even more flippant response from Dick, punctuated by an octopus-hug that Jason has to excuse himself from to go vomit in the bathroom.
Because he knows that. He knows Tim didn’t mean anything to them. He can see it, in the old footage. In the way they treated him like a servant at best, a crutch, and a scapegoat at the worst.
He sees the shake of his skinny little limbs as he hauls himself out the back door in the snow back to the empty Drake Estate, his bruised ribs trembling in the cold.
He sees the glitzy press conference recently held by Drake Industries, where the only mentioned of their missing son was a token used to bolster their story of ‘resilience in the face of challenges’, garnering more donations to their nascent technology fund.
He knows Tim didn’t mean anything to them. He didn’t mean anything to anybody.
All alone.
Something in Jason curdles for the second time. This time, he needs no pit to grant him rage.
(Im going to continue this, but my phones dying lol. Expect a contusion In the coming days, but Id love to hear ur thoughts!!!!)
tim!!!😢😢😢😢 the fact that no one cares that tim died, no one looks into it at all!! jason slowly falling in love with tim through the little things about him that were left behind!
that line!! where jason realizes that both dick and bruce along with tim's parents don't care to know what happened to the boy that jason killed and whose body he destroyed. "He knows Tim didn’t mean anything to them. He didn’t mean anything to anybody."
😢😢😢😢😢
fics where tim gets the short end of the stick just hit so much harder because he's my fav and seeing him suffering!!! tim hasn't even suffered for long here and he's not present to see how unmourned he was but it's just so tragic all the same and heartwrenching!! that the only person genuinely upset by tim's death is the person who killed him.
and you feel for jason, despite the fact that he killed tim who was innocent. you really feel for him because as his state of mind becomes more steady you can see how the regret and horror slowly seeps in. he's being haunted by the horrible guilt and disgusted realization that even if he confessed and told what he did...nothing would happen. part of jason is still that boy, that robin who fought for justice and now here he is, the person who comitted a heinous act that can't be taken back and it's just so horrendous. because he didn't just stop at killing tim, he erased every bit of evidence of what happened to him, he destroyed his body- there is no trace or bit of tim drake left in the world aside from the few words he left behind.
and the absolutely gut-wrenching tragedy of jason falling for tim, of having been probably the only person to care for tim but that care coming too late to save tim.
it's just so sad!!!!! 😢😢😢😢 i'm happy you wrote and shared it but it really is the most angsty thing i think i've read in a while!!!
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#6 for Injury to One or It’s Called a Flush please!
6. What’s one fact about the universe of [insert fic] that you didn’t get a chance to mention in the fic itself?
Oh fuck. HMMMMM.
Well for "Injury to One," I think I missed out on going deeper into the fact that Cody is really fucking scared that Alpha will find out he's gay.
Cody is actually terrified that anyone (besides his batchmates and people he trusts) will find out he's gay or abnormal in any way. He isn't that way for other people, but on this point he's sort of stuck himself.
It isnt because of the queerness itself, though. It is actually because he's got a fuckload of internalized ableism around his own body that makes him think that he's not at all neurodivergent; he's not disabled, he thinks he doesn't have "enough" brain damage to be considered disabled. He doesn't see his extreme medical anxiety, imposter syndrome, or his impulse control struggles as a consequences of a traumatic childhood event, but as personal defects that might make others think he isn't fit to lead the battalion.
So rather than deal with all that head on, he has convinced himself that it's the queerness that won't be tolerated by the Kaminoans. He fears that Alpha, who Cody sees as an arm of the Kaminoan surveillance system, will report him on these grounds and ruin the house of cards Cody has worked so hard to build.
It sounds twisted and illogical because it is, but Cody also experiences a sense of great freedom in allowing himself to be the "fucked up" imposter because when he allows himself to imagines himself that way, he sort of thinks "in for a penny, in for a pound" and embraces his queerness and disability. He leans into being a "weird" brother and revels in it, especially since it earns him points in Obi-wan's favor and makes his batchmates laugh at him.
He figures that everyone will find out that he's the wrong, defective Kote-replacement eventually and that will be the end of his freedom so he may as well enjoy the feeling of having family, being silly, and feeling self important and special now.
It is pretty tragic, and there wasn't a whole lot of space in the fic to go through it. No real reason to either since the fic is from Fox's pov.
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Prompt 13: Check
When Esredes stepped out of a building into the street, often times, he looked all around. He looked down and up the street as he walked down it. Nothing was there, but he often felt something, nonetheless. And it was hard to shake the feeling.
For all Esredes knew, someone was always watching him. He knew he was on the Inquisition's Watchlist. He knew Inquisitors regularly appeared and stalked him. Alvere had done it, that hulking monster had done it, the imposter who bedded that one probably had too, there was that silver one who stepped out from nowhere and asked him to spy on a previous workplace, there was the Hyur one who tried to prove his pardon was fake, and those were just the ones he knew about.
It made walking around Ishgard a very peculiar experience. Some days, Esredes felt like Ishgard was the safest of the city-states, simply not the safest for him. Other days he could walk around normally, simply keeping in mind someone could be watching. And some days the feeling was more persistent. Yet no matter how much Esredes looked around corners, or stopped in alleyways hoping to lure someone out, no one came.
Where were they hiding?
Even if he could find them, even if he could ask, Esredes knew the answer already. He was a threat, a monster, a predator, something that couldn't go unwatched in his cage. They were waiting, waiting for him to make a misstep, waiting for him to give them the perfect opportunity to drag him into that dark building and ensure he never came out. They wanted to topple him and destroy his people, then move on to everyone else for dessert.
Alvere never did apologize for stalking him either. Alvere didn't apologize for a lot, really, but that was fine. Esredes watched the man put himself through agony a lot, the most recent of which being watching him suffer to an allergic reaction, and in that he took penance. The hulking monster was nowhere to be seen, and he'd discovered that imposter inquisitor and exposed her, so she was no longer a threat. But he'd no idea what happened to the silver one, and he knew there were far more who could be assigned to watch him, or did it of their own volition.
They wanted him out. They wanted him gone. They wanted all he worked for destroyed. And they were pursuit predators who, besides Alvere, couldn't be reasoned with. Whose heads should be lobbed from their bodies if this city really wanted to be safer, the disease-spreading rodents.
Esredes would be lying if he said he didn't have small bouts of shortness of breath sometimes, a faint hint of nausea, or wanted to scream to leave him alone and stop staring. But besides call upon one of the inquisitors he befriended to shadow him again willingly when he felt unsafe, what could he do about it, really?
Nothing. And he hated it. He needed a name and a face to report them to his team, and without that, he could do nothing.
For as much as he hated it, he was resigned to assuming he was always being watched. It would be embarrassing to be caught that way and laid low after all this time, and he could do better than that.
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time to do a silly over here
hey is it okay to ask u to pick one au u have, how would the aus cast do in among us. like who the fuck rages. i shit you not someone ran to the emergency button in a game i was in instead of reporting a body, i was very mad. werent even the imposter either.
also hi other person who knows who i am.
-silly
anyways i have the PERFECT THING to explain how theyd play among us :33333
introducing: tmc as the morning lobby/hafu lobby!!!!!
you dont need to know who they are to understand, just know that i am insane over them and i love among us videos sm still <333333
SO FIRST!!!! we have mark and sarah as 5up and hafu. 5up and hafu are noted as an iconic sibling duo, very much like the heathcliff siblings. they are also MASTER among us players, most notable for their incredible impostor plays (esp when together as an impostor duo). but besides that, mark and sarah play EXTREMELY well and like order to balance out the chaps of the lobbies.
next up we have jonah and adam the iconic dumb and dumber duo, dk and steve, respectively. they mostly do a lot of trolling. dk is mostly known in his older days for “throwing” a lot of the games, which i just have a feeling jonah would do a LOT. he does get a lot better overtime though!!! as for adam, he gets steve bc steve’s demeanor just 100% matches w adam man. and the lobby has claimed that steve can “roleplay as himself”, which is kind of what adam has been doing his entire life. dumb and dumber can be a powerful duo if they dont throw each other under the bus in the first round and have had some killer games!!!
next up i have thatcher as dumbdog. dumbdog is usually seen in a dark green color, which my brain just went “oh yeah thatcher lol.” however, dumbdog is a mix of a serious and silly player, going along with bits that he thinks are funny but also still being serious when he needs to be. i just think that captures thatcher SO WELL. also dumbdog’s laugh is just so good i might just make it thatcher’s laugh i love it sm.
next we have dave as junkyard. the entire thing with junk is that he’s the oldest in the group, and i think dave would play that role very well even if he’s not necessarily the oldest.
and this is where things get blurry. im not sure who would be who at this point, so i’ll just give a lil rundown of everyone else’s playstyles.
ruth is also a serious and silly player but leans more towards silly. maybe she’d be a good kara? idk
WAIT EVELIN IS MAYBE JANET. i mostly know janet for being so focused on being her role, especially snitch, and its just really entertaining imo. i just feel like evelin would be the same way, hyperfocusing on playing her role and such.
the alts are. okay at the game ig. gabe’s mostly alright but when he’s crew he’ll just get sussed for no reason and it pisses him off to hell and back. six is a VERY silly player. he’s probably a really good jester ngl. stanley i’d say is the best one! very tactical and plans out a lot of their actions. plays really good as both crew and impostor. puppet can be a REALLY good impostor if he knows how the specific role works. he does like to do a bit of fuckery here and there though bc he just likes being so silly goofy.
i didnt almost forget eden (lying) and soeaking of i feel like he’s still getting hsed to the game, likes to call too many buttons, gets caught too often, and misreads a lot of situations. but hymn’s still learning!!! he’s got a long way to go!!!!
uuhhh thats kinda all i have for now ig! also i probably should have clarified this is mostly for unholy gift.
#mandela catalogue#the mandela catalogue#among us#yeah these get maintagged im not a pussy (lighthearted)#not character tagging though bc this is too many characters LMAO#i’m gonna be so mad if i missed anyone though i’ll be ANGY#station interviews#also yeeah that sucks man {:/#also blame reaper for me finding out who you are LMAO (LIGHTHEARTED)#and when tf did you know that i knew? 👀#sus asf (JOKE LMAO BUT ALSO IM CONFUSED BC I AM. A LIL EMBARRASSED THAT YOU KNOW THAT I KNOW)#<- dont ask why im embarrassed please :’) (serious)#ok i am putting too many tags now ok byeeeee
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Zarya, what I said I had for lunch, you surprised? Also I have a really strong stomach, also 3 is the logical answer, the real answer that was wrote was "diabetes, Bob has diabetes" also Mysticons, Proxima, and Quasarla, on a scale of 1 to 10, how much does it sound like I have a sibling rivalry with my little sister in virtual games:
My little sister Elaina and I were playing among us one day and we both gave eachother that one look as to say "if you betray me I'll betray you" the match started and I got crewmate, but my little sister got the imposter, she killed me right the very second I walked in to the electrical, the next round I did the same thing to her, the third round we were both crewmates, we also stalked eachother until the match was over, the fourth round I was the imposter and so was she, after one dead body was reported, she accused me, and after afew seconds of debating people decided to believe her and after someone asked who the other imposter was I said to Elaina when I saw her face "if I go down I'm taking you with me 😈" So I said the other imposter was Elaina. When I was thrown off Elaina was up next, someone called an emergency meeting and hen they threw her off. The fifth and final round I was praying I could play a solid game, and I got imposter, with my sister in the game I'm surprised I managed to last until four people left in the game but at the next emergency meeting we both went world war 3 accusing eachother, the other two didn't know who to believe, and then I said with a creepy grin when I looked at my sister "you should be very worried right about now" then I typed in the chat "I SAW ELAINA VENT AND FAKE A TASK!!!" everyone asked where and I said "On cameras! She was about to kill me when someone called the meeting!" She was screwed because after she was thrown in the lava pit on plus, I won the game with one last kill!
ARKAYNA: That's pretty bad sibling rivalry, especially when both of you were imposters. I'd give it a 7 out of 10.
ZARYA: It's kinda surprising. And you didn't say how long it took Bob to eat the chocolate bars, so maybe he only had one a day, and ate them over 29 days (she doesn't want to admit she fell for the trick). And some of your tricks against your sister was rivalry while some were just playing the game, so I'd give it a 6 out of 10.
EM: While some things, such as lying about your sister being an imposter, makes sense, others are simply rivalry, so I'd give it an 8 out of 10.
PIPER: You really have sibling rivalry with your sister, don't you? I'd give it an 8 out of `10.
PROXIMA: I'd give your rivalry a 9 out of 10, as sometimes, your rivalry impacted your chances of winning. For example, by telling everyon your sister was the other imposter, you caused your side to lose.
QUASARLA: I'd say it's a 7 out of 10, as some things were strategically viable, while other times, the rivalry negatively impacted your success rate.
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Stryking Emotions Ch. 5
"Jin did what?!"
Kat almost dropped her communicator in shock from Cassie's update in Outworld.
"Yup," Cassie confirmed over the communicator. "Jin ended up fighting Kotal Kahn all over a bread thief."
"I mean," Kat paused so she could pass a bowl of soup to a mother and child. "I kinda agree with Jin; execution is a little extreme for food theft. But he's lucky he won; otherwise, we'd probably have a whole other trouble on our hands."
"Speaking of trouble, I should probably report to mom before she finds out I called you first."
"Alright, be safe, Cassie. Stryker out."
"Cage out."
She hung up and put her communicator back in her pocket, and let out a sigh. From Cassie's explanation, they'd probably not be back for some time.
"Everything alright?"
Kat looked up. Standing beside her table was a refugee woman with black hair and a tired smile. Kat returned the smile as she grabbed an empty bowl.
"Just talking to my sister, I offered to stay here and help while she went out."
"Oh," the woman said, accepting the soup. "Do you usually work with your sister?"
"Actually, I just recently found out she's my sister," Kat admitted with a laugh. "It's a long story, but we're basically playing catch up now."
"Oh, how sweet," the woman said with a smile as she turned to leave. Kat smiled back as she turned her focus to the line of people that began to form. She was halfway through the line when she noticed Sonya approaching her.
"Stryker, can you come with me?"
"Of course," Kat said, letting a soldier that was following behind Sonya take over as she followed Sonya to a tent. Inside was Johnny and Kenshi standing at a table where a body bag was laid out. Sonya led Kat over to the bag and pulled the zipper down. Kat's eyes widened when she saw the body.
It was the woman Kat had talked to less than half an hour ago.
"You've been passing out food for most of the day. Do you recognize this woman?" Sonya asked, looking at Kat with an unreadable expression. Kat knew that look; some of the officers in homicide would take on that look when interrogating suspects to keep their emotions in check.
"I do; I talked to her not too long before you came to me," Kat explained, frowning when she saw Kenshi and Johnny share a look. Sonya's expression hardened, and Kat noticed her fingernails were digging into her crossed arms.
"What did you talk about?" Her tone made Kat bristle. She sounded like a mother scolding a child.
"What does it matter?"
"Stryker, this is serious. I-"
"No," Kat cut her off. "What's serious is a dead woman right here; what does it matter what we talked about while she was alive?"
Before Sonya could reply, Johnny cut in.
"I told you, you need to tell her."
"Tell me what?" Kat looked between Sonya and Johnny. Sonya was glaring at Johnny as Kenshi let out a sigh.
"We need to know because if what you said is true, you were speaking to an imposter. This woman has been dead for a few hours, according to the medic."
Kat's eyes widened at Kenshi's explanation. How could someone impersonate this woman? Was this the person Sonya was talking about earlier?
"Just tell her about Kano, Sonya!"
"She doesn't need to know!"
Kat's attention returned to Johnny and Sonya, who were in the middle of an argument. Sonya looked furious as she yelled about keeping Kat out of it at Johnny. Immediately Kat moved between them and glared at Sonya.
"That's enough; just because I found out you're my mom doesn't mean you can treat me like I'm the child you never raised. Right now, I'm an officer that deserves to know who killed this woman."
Sonya was silent, staring at Kat with a frown. For a moment, the tent was quiet as mother and daughter stared each other down. Finally, Sonya's voice broke the silence.
"Kenshi, take Cage and prepare some sign-in tables. Keep an eye out for this woman."
Kat could see Johnny wanted to speak up but followed Kenshi out of the tent. Sonya turned her head to watch them go. As soon as the tent flap fluttered shut, Sonya sighed, looking back at Kat. The stern General facade she kept up had gone, leaving a visibly exhausted Sonya in her wake.
"You're right; I should apologize. Suddenly having you here threw me off. You deserve to know."
She gestured for Kat to follow her over to a nearby computer, where she sat down and opened a file containing her file on Kano.
"His name is Kano; he's a member of a group called the Black Dragon. He's extremely dangerous and is skilled at evading arrest. I've been tracking him for years."
Kat frowned as she stared at the candid photo of Kano. She could tell just by the smirk on his face this man was dangerous. Sonya took this moment to take a good look at Kat. She could see so much of Kurtis in her features, and yet, seeing Kat with a braid similar to her own, it's evident that Kat was her daughter, which means if Kano had talked to Kat, he would have already figured that out by now.
With Kat leaning closer to read the file, Sonya noticed a square item dangling from a chain around her next. Reaching out, she gently held the swinging object steady as she looked at the familiar numbers on the badge.
"Is this Kurtis' badge?"
Kat looked down at Sonya as she ran her thumb over the numbers. She noticed Sonya smiling softly as if remembering a fond memory.
"It's not his original; grandma said the other officers told her they couldn't find his body. They gave her a replica of his badge to honor him. I found it in the attic a few years before I moved out and have kept it on me since."
"You know, Kurtis called me once saying he used his badge number to try his hand at the lottery. He told me he won fifty dollars and took you to the toy store and was upset you wanted-"
"A Johnny Cage action figure," Kat finished, smiling at the memory as Sonya chuckled. "He hated those movies so much, but I begged him to watch them with me."
"Would you believe he blamed me for your love of those movies?" Sonya said with a smile. "He insisted that as soon as you watched Ninja Mime once, you were hooked, and you had to have gotten it from me."
"Well, you did marry Johnny, so he might be right," Kat laughed, surprised it was so easy to talk about her dad with Sonya when she usually felt upset when mentioning him.
Sonya sighed, letting the badge go and standing up. She hesitated as she raised a hand, reaching out to touch Kat. When Kat showed no resistance, she brushed a stray hair behind Kat's ear before placing her hand on Kat's cheek.
"When we leave this tent, I'll make sure to treat you like an officer before a daughter. I also promise from now on; there won't be any secrets between us. If you need to ask me anything as your mom before we leave, you can ask now."
She had so much to ask; why did she leave? Why did she never look for Kat? Did she regret having her? All these thoughts were racing through her mind, but she only had one question in the front of her mind.
"Did you love dad?"
Instead of immediately answering or reassuring her instantly, Sonya paused as if trying to find the right words to say.
"I did, and even after being with Johnny, a part of me still does. It might sound cheesy, but your father was my first love." Sonya let go of Kat's cheek and gently took her hand. "I need you to know, when I had you, it was one of the happiest moments of my life. It killed me to be separated from you. But it's because of my goal of taking down Kano I had to stay away from you both to keep you safe. If Kano found out about you and used you to get to me, it would haunt me for the rest of my life."
Sonya's explanation made sense; that was why she wanted to know what Kat said to the imposter woman. It still stung that she missed so many years getting to know Sonya, but her safety was more important.
"I understand," Kat said, wiping away tears that threatened to fall. "Thank you for telling me." The warm feeling in Kat's chest made her smile. She hadn't felt this happy since her dad was alive. She wished Cassie was here so she could talk to her.
At that moment, Kenshi stepped in.
"We have everything set up, General."
Sonya's General persona returned as she nodded at Kenshi, telling him to wait outside for her. Before she dropped it to speak to Kat.
"Take your time before coming out. When you're ready, meet us at the tables we have set up; I could use your help catching Kano."
Kat nodded, watching as Sonya began to walk to the tent entrance. She wanted to call out to her, say what she's been wanting to call her since she found out. But the word remained caught in her throat as she watched Sonya step out of the tent.
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Sonya's eyes traveled across the lines of people like a hawk. Kat and Kenshi stood at her side, keeping watch as well. Once in a while, her eyes would drift to Kat as she thought about their conversation earlier. While she said she would treat Kat like an officer, she didn't know if she could keep that up when confronting Kano.
Do not worry; Katherine can take care of herself
Kenshi's voice in her head did nothing to reassure her. Until Kano was found, she couldn't rest easy, knowing both Kat and Cassie were at risk.
"General." She heard Kat whisper as she pointed to one of the lines. Near the middle of the line, trying to hide between two taller people was a woman who looked exactly like the murdered woman.
"Gotcha," Sonya said with a smirk, gesturing for Kat and Kenshi to fan out. Kenshi went left, Kat right, while Sonya made a beeline to the woman. As soon as she noticed Sonya coming, she attempted to escape by pushing through another line but was stopped by Kenshi. When she looked back, Kat had stepped up to block the way around. With a smirk, the image of the woman dropped, and in her place stood Kano, smirking at Sonya.
"Hello love, been a while."
"Not long enough," she replied, calling for backup at her location. As she spoke into her radio, Kano's attention turned to Kat.
"Well, well, now that I can get a better look at you, you're the spitting image of your mother. Have you been hiding this one from me?"
"Lay even a finger on her, and you'll regret it," Sonya growled as Kano laughed.
"Hello, love," Kano said to Kat with a sickly sweet grin. "You can call me Uncle Kano."
"No thanks," replied Kat. At her side, Blitz gave a warning growl. "If I had an uncle, he probably wouldn't be a murderous scumbag like you."
"Well then, how about we have a trade, mom," Kano said, turning back to Sonya. "Information for freedom."
"Like Katherine said, I don't negotiate with scumbags." Sonya stepped forward to restrain Kano but paused when she saw him reaching for his knife.
"Well then, if mother won't play nice…," he said as he pointed his knife at Kat. Sonya felt her heart stop, memories of losing her partner at Kano's hands rushing through her mind.
"Maybe the daughters will."
"If you ever-" Sonya growled, stepping forward while Kano continued to smirk.
"Back off, and all is well. Piss me off, and it'll be Cassie's turn to meet Uncle Kano."
"I swear to god I'm gonna kill you," she said, dropping all pretense of a composed General. Right now, she was not only a furious mother but an avenging friend. Before Kano could say another word, she moved in close, delivering a solid punch right into his nose. He grunted in pain, wiping the blood off his upper lip with a grin.
"Well, looks like mother does want to play after all."
Sonya ducked and dodged as he slashed at her with his knife. She could faintly hear Kat shout her name and Kenshi shouting for Kat to stay back. After an attempt to drive the knife into her stomach, Sonya grabbed his arm, yanking him forward and bringing her knee up to slam into his lower jaw. As he fell back, slamming his head against the concrete, she brought her boot down onto his chest, faintly hearing a crack as a rib broke. Kano lay unmoving on the ground; the only indication he was still alive was the rise and fall of his chest.
Sonya's body urged her to continue, to crush all his ribs under her boot and let him drown in his own blood. She held back the urge. Looking around for the backup she requested. When she realized they hadn't arrived yet, she turned her attention to Kat.
"Katherine, cuff him and wait here with Kenshi; I'll be back with the MP."
Kat nodded, and Sonya waited until the handcuffs were securely around Kano's wrists before she turned to leave. She had taken about three steps away when she heard Kenshi shout.
"Kathrine! Get away from him!"
Sonya quickly turned around. Just in time to see Kano sit up as a red beam pierced through Kat's chest.
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COVID - Condition Of Viral Infectious Delusions
Sitting at home during the COVID lockdown having nothing to do can be quite challenging. Those were the days when we were literally afraid of stepping out.
We were regularly bombarded with a ton of information (useful and useless) via the newspapers, TV news, and the social media each claiming in their own way that the end of the world was near… well, almost near.
No one exactly knew how to cope with this pandemic. Most people, however, were debating as to whether this COVID was natural or man made, an accident or a conspiracy gone wrong. But, what was beyond debate was the tragic loss of lives. The number of lives lost all over the world was catastrophic.
Human nature is such that it strives to see the funny side of life. It seeks comic elements in the throes of despair. No wonder – ‘life lives in spite of death and to spite death’.
Those were the days when my mind would wander and my imagination would flounder (if that is even possible). I began to think more about bacteria, viruses, and the micro-world. My imagination was working overtime. I began to imagine what would be going on in their netherworld, and I fell asleep…zzzzz…
000-000-000
“Good morning, India! And welcome to the SOS News. My name is Carena Vidis. Today, we bring you the latest on Carona Virus.
The corona virus pandemic has been, so far, winning the battle. In fact, it has taken the entire world to ransom. We’re forced to give it the royal treatment it has been demanding.
It’s the Trojan Horse we didn’t know, that entered our body, until it was too late. And, these tiny warriors have found and opened the chinks in our armour for others to enter and play COVID with our immunity.
We were too lazy, and drunk with our own infallibility, like the City of Troy. However, we have escalated the war against this unseen enemy and hopefully, unlike Troy, we shall win”.
Miss Carena Vidis presses a key and a song comes on…
We shall win no matter what
Never ever say we shall not
It is in our mind and our heart
We look cute but are so smart
We shall win no matter what
The fun nights are about to start
After a long fight I'll have a tart
Fighting with germs is a rare art
I’ll sleep after I tear them apart
We shall win no matter what...
Suddenly, the song is interrupted by a flashing sign…
Breaking News!
“It’s not as if we humans are the only ones saddled with this pandemic, news is trickling in that there are problems in the germ world too”.
Deep in the netherworld of microscopic pathogens; the home of bacteria, viruses and other microorganisms, things were not looking good. Even acute life threatening agents like Cancer, Hanta Virus, Ebola, AIDS etc., were beginning to feel jittery of the new kid on the block.
“Our reporter says…
An emergency meeting was called for and held at the highly secured, fortress like, headquarters of ‘Free The World From Humans’ party.
Cancy Onco, from the Cancer faction and General Secretary of the party, spoke at length about the new threat to their hegemony. The party has a presence in every country and, therefore, it is important to know what transpired in the meeting with regard to recent cataclysmic developments.
Mr Onco, in his opening address, opined that they should all remain united despite the factions in the core committee. He also spoke about the long haul that lay ahead. He requested all factions to bury the hatchet and join their RNAs and proteins to fight the new imposter who was threatening to take over the microbe world.
Onco advised all party members to tune in to the macro world to understand the gravity of the problem facing them. He said the humans were panic-stricken and locked themselves in their houses. Nobody was taking liberties; they also adopted a strict regimen of hygiene and cleanliness. That, according to him, was bad business for the microbe world”.
“We thrive in filth, and the recent focus on purchase of hand sanitizers and house cleaning liquids by humans is driving us out of business”. “We can’t allow that to happen”, he stressed with authority.
Miss Carena Vidis, “We provide you with further specific details received just now through our mole, Mr Gene Marburg, and we believe they are authentic.
Here is rest of the transcript of the meeting…”
Gun Chigun, from the Chikungunya faction, “Sh-t, where did this guy come from, how dare he usurp our territory?”
Jon Den, Dengue faction, “Oh, he jumped parole and hitchhiked from Wuhan”.
“How come, we didn’t know of this dude before”, asked Miss Mos Anophelia of the the Malaria(India) faction. “ Was our intelligence compromised?”
Mr Onco, “No, this guy is adept at disguises, first he appeared as SAARS, then as MERS and now as Carona or COVID.”
There was a collective gasp before an uneasy silence took over. All the members looked visibly shaken.
“How do we deal with this jerk, can’t we send some sharpshooters, maybe snipers, to liquidate this scumbag?” volunteered a confident looking Tubercool Rao of the Tuberculosis(India) faction, also a senior party member.
“No!” said Mr Onco, “Like I said before, he is good at disguises. Our intelligence says that he has many duplicates, as well. He also has access to 1200 WMDs, Protein Bombs, that could destroy the microbe world. So, one mistake could lead to a microbe world war, and we can’t afford that.”
Hiv Aiden, of the AIDS faction and President, “Mr Onco is spot on, we’re hiding with great difficulty from the humans. We must not give away our hideout, even if we have to bear the pain of drugs and chemicals dumped on us”.
Mr Onco’s heart surged with pride as he remarked, “In addition, people from my faction also have to bear the ignominy of Chemo and Radiation. It’s not something for the weak hearted”. He never lost an opportunity to inform the committee of the sacrifices they had made.
“The way the humans are seized with a fear psychosis, I fear they could do something covidiotic and direct their war against us instead of this duffer”; said an enfeebled Scrach Luper representing the almost defunct Leprosy faction.
It was a genuine concern and the old Luper knew a lot more about human behaviour. He was also a highly frustrated relic from the middle ages. He never forgot the fact that if it hadn’t been for a certain Jesus Christ, his faction would have been all powerful and he could have been elected the party general secretary. Now, all his supporters do is scratch.
The atmosphere in the hall was filled with trepidation, but there was also an eerie silence. All the members were lost in their own thoughts. After an eternity of self-introspection, someone dared to speak.
Histos Enteb, head of the ‘Bloody’ Diarrhoea faction and reeking of stale blood croaked, “Why can’t we wait in ambush until this douchebag enters the human body, and then attack him from all fronts?”
Mr Onco, displaying his great knowledge and capabilities, which was one of the reasons why he was successful in clinging to the all-important post, negated the suggestion “Mr RNA Covid, I believe that is his real name, has trained his followers to enter the nasal passage and immediately occupy the lungs.
There, they sit in hiding and multiply and build up an army before they are ready to strike. By the time we realise, it’s too late for us to besiege his bastion. All we can do is sit and pray, this guy can infect humans at an alarming rate”.
Clostros Bots, Vice President FTWFH and also Gen. Secretary of ‘Anti Human Party’ and belonging to the Botulism faction, is a ‘bacter’ who loves isolation and solitude. He seldom speaks, unless there is something worth speaking about. He had been observing the proceedings with a sense of detachment only he could summon. At last he spoke.
“Why do we have to fight this guy and his legion of followers?” He said. “Really, we don’t need to. The humans are doing a good enough job. They are using up all their resources in their war against this Covid bloke. It looks like they’ll succeed in the long run. That’s good for us too, in the meantime, we can lie low and continue to add to our stockpile of weapons.
We also need to develop a reliable defence against the Protein Bomb. After the battle drags on for a year or two, both the parties will be weak and lacking in resources. That will be the time for us to grab the situation to our advantage. If this guy is smart, as I think he is, he will surrender and forced to join our party. Additionally, we can dangle a carrot for him to take the bait, we can offer him the post of Party Spokesgerm”.
“In my opinion, it is good for our business to have him on our side rather than have him working against us”. Saying this, Clostros Bots took a deep breath and slowly sat down in his aluminium can.
The entire committee was struck by the simplicity and clarity of thought. They were wondering why it didn’t occur to them before.
Cancy Onco sprang to the dais and without further ado seconded the proposal. “Has anyone any objections to this brilliant idea?” he roared. All the members stood up in unison and kept on applauding. Cancy Onco took that as a unanimous approval and the motion was passed 121 to nil.
The satellite link from Gene Marburg was lost as he quietly and surreptitiously slithered away from his vantage position moving out with a sense of pride that was not misplaced. He had done his job, now, it was left for us humans to take the war to the nether world of microbes. However, first we had to deal with the immediate job on hand - COVID 19.
Miss Carena Vidis was back on the screen, her face radiant as the morning Sun. She knew it was one of the most important scoops of her ten year career, and she was working non-stop for the last 14 days to get this scoop, if everything went right, she could get a substantial raise.
“This is the SOS News, this was an exclusive scoop we brought to you. Please stay tuned for further updates… and now, the headlines…”
As she was reading out the headlines, she felt a tightness in her throat that wasn’t there a few moments ago. The itching in her throat too was growing… and then, came the first of many coughs. All at once, pandemonium broke loose.
000-000-000
In the pandemonium, I could discern a continuous beeping sound, it kept growing like the horn of a car approaching me. I was groping in the dark to locate the source of the sound, which was now more like ringing. I found something, the ringing stopped. I feebly opened my eyes, my hand was holding a table clock and my forefinger on the alarm off button.
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Neku: You sure I got this right.
Fret: Yeah, you getting the hand of it.
Neku: I guess, man this task is hard.
Fret: Don't worry you can do---
REPORT
As everyone return to meting, well save for...
Neku: Shiki! Shiki dead.
Shoka: Yeah, found her the engine room.
Fret: Well it not me, I was with Neku.
Nagi: I was with Lord Rindo in the Bridge.
Rindo: What Nagi said.
Beat: Wait. Kitty Girl is sus!
Shoka: What... Why was I sus? I was the found her body.
Beat: No, I calling self report. She kill her.
Shoka: Seriously? Why would I kill Shiki?
Beat: Why would you not. I saw you heading where Shiki and Rhyme was heading toward.
Shoka: Yeah, we was helping each other the two with the tasks. What about Rhyme, she seem sus.
Rhyme: No. No. I don't recalling you being with us.
Shoka: What... but...
Eri: Sorry, but we have to vote you out.
Everyone vote for Shoka.
Shoka was ejected, She was not the imposter.
Neku: Well it wasn't her.
Fret: Come on Neku, let go back to the tack.
Neku: Sure....
-After some time-
Neku: That all the wire done.
Fret: Super, I knew you can do it.
Neku: Thank...
Neku: Wait, don't you have your own task.
Fret: Um... about that.
Fret kill Neku!
Neku in the 'afterlife' of the Game.
Shoka: Hello, welcome to the Reaper Game, Among Us edition.
Neku: Ah. I see Fret was the imposter.
Shiki: Yep, him and Rhyme.
Shoka: Can't believed that guys vote me out.
Shiki: Don't worry, those two played that game more then us, there know how thing works here.
Shoka: Yeah, well... I never joining taken part of Fret's Game ever again.
Neku: Until the next time, right?
Shoka: ......
#I never played Among Us#This just an headcanon that Fret played it and would invited the team into playing it.
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🚀🌙 Journey into the Unknown: A Call from the Beyond! 📞💫
Imagine, just for a moment, that you're Jennifer DeStefano and you're about to take a call straight out of an episode from The Twilight Zone. What you hear on the other end is the panicked voice of your eldest daughter, Briana, pleading for rescue! 😲😱 But wait! There's more!
🤖🎙️ An Echo from the Matrix: AI's Voice Double Trick! 🕴️💾
Here's the M. Night Shyamalan twist: Briana is safe, probably off enjoying a ski trip. The chilling voice? Not a comic book villain, but a product of AI mimicry, perfecting its imitation of Briana's voice. This wasn't a one-off sci-fi horror flick. It's an epidemic, growing faster than gremlins in a swimming pool. 🏊🦠💻
🎞️🕹️ Back to the Future? No, it's Now! 📅⏰
Picture DeStefano's shock when she received the ominous call, probably wishing she had Doc's time-traveling DeLorean to escape the nightmare. The demand? A cool million dollars! 🏦💰
🗣️📣 Scream for Help: Battle of the Worlds! 👽🌍
Like a hero in an Alien invasion movie, DeStefano didn't stay silent, she cried out for help! A quick-thinking neighbor dialed 911, bringing the chilling AI scam to light. 📢🚓
👾🧩 The AI Chameleon: Master of Disguise! 🎭🎧
So, what's the big reveal? How did this AI perfectly mimic Briana's voice? With just snippets of audio from social media, scammers can train their AI to echo anyone. Beware, the body snatchers are here! 😱📱
## 🗝️📜 The Sacred Code: Family Passwords! 🔏🔒
These AI scams are spreading like wildfire, hitting families everywhere. Pete Nicoletti, a digital Dumbledore, advises families to have a safe word for emergency situations. A verbal shield against AI tricksters! 🔐🔮
## 👀📝 Spotting the AI Scammers: The New Normal! 🚨⚠️
Former FBI agent Rich Frankel suggests treating all suspicious calls like a detective: record and report. DeStefano took her fight to the Senate, pushing for AI regulations and safeguards. Let's hope they listen before the AI replicants take over! 🕵️♂️🏛️
Remember, in this new age of AI, we all need to stay vigilant and ready to tackle the next voice-cloning trickster. Stay safe, stay alert, and watch out for the next AI imposter! 🕶️👻
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