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hiding-in-the-vault · 8 months

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(Can we ignore the other one and here's one that's to help me keep the illusion that I didn’t blunder at all??)

Punz looked across the Casino floor, horror filled him as he saw their plan going up in smoke. Dream had single handedly taken out the whole infiltration team and was now making his way to Sapnap who seemed to be unwilling to fight back, his shield was up but his sword was lowered. Dream was prowling closer to him, his tail wagging slowly side to side, and his ax held firmly in a relaxed position. Punz knew that Sapnap would not last long against Dream.

Picking up his sword he left Ranboo to tend to Purpled’s injuries and ran for Sapnap, Dream had already reached him and now the two were in combat. Dream was relentless with his attacks as Sapnap was blocking and deflecting when he could, he was saying something to Dream but it seemed that he was not listening to a word he said. The closer he got, Punz could see that Sapnap was crying. He felt his heart tug slightly at the sight but he knew he could not be distracted now.

He was just about to step in and help Sapnap when Dream’s axe embedded its head into the shield the Fire Borne had, the two struggled for a bit but in the end, Dream twisted the handle of his weapon to the side. Sapnap cried out as his arm was turned as well, he quickly released the shield from his grasp and stepped back, holding his arm as he realized his mistake. Dream used the shield to slam into Sapnap’s side which caused him to fly from the force and straight into Punz, who dropped his sword and caught his comrade, both landing on the ground as Dream pulled the shard of wood left from the shield he had shattered against Sap’s body when he hit him.

Punz groaned as he pushed Sapnap off of him and assessed his state, he would be fine, pulling a potion from his inventory he quickly put it in the Fire Borne’s hand and stood up to face Dream who was approaching them. He didn't want to fight him but he knew that he had to, they had to fight him in order to save him from Quackity’s control.

Dream was now running at them, ax lifted to swing down on him. Punz dropped his sword. Standing up straight he looked directly at Dream’s face, hating the stupid wolf mask that he was wearing, spreading his arms out to the side he waited. Sapnap who was still lying on the ground behind him croaked out a noise, more than likely to reprimand him for this stupid, suicidal stunt he was about to pull. Just as Dream reached striking distance he closed his eyes and waited.

“Dream, please.” His voice broke on the last word as he waited for the blade of his friend’s ax to hit him.

When he felt nothing he opened an eye, seeing the ax head was a few inches above him, completely still. He let out a shuddering breath as he looked at Dream who was visibly shaking. “Dream?”

Dream staggered backwards, the ax falling down to the marble floor in a loud clatter, his hands reaching up to grasp at his mask. Yanking the thing off and flinging it away from him violently, he was gasping in mouthfuls of air. one hand was now gripping his hair as he looked up at Punz. His eyes shining with unshed tears, he looked feverish but he wasn’t attacking them. Punz took a step forward, reaching a hand towards his shoulder. Stopping when Dream flinched back from him quite violently, he was not sure about what he should do, Dream was so close but so far away.

“Punz?” Dream’s voice was raspy, but Punz felt like crying as he let out a watery laugh, frantically nodding his head as he reached for Dream once more. “Yes. Dream it’s us, Punz and Sapnap. We are here to help you.”

His eyes widened as he looked behind him to Sapnap who was now kneeling on the ground, holding his side as the potion was healing his injuries. Punz waved a hand in front of him, catching Dream’s attention. “Dream you need to come with us now. We gotta get out of here before Quackity does something to you again.”

The Wolf Hybrid’s eyes widened in horror, his body now eerily still before he shakily took a step towards him. Punz was internally cheering, they were going to get out of here and Techno will handle Quackity from here on. Lifting his hand out for Dream to grab, he seen Dream lifted his hand as well but stopped as a sharp, piercing whistle came from the direction where Quackity was currently fighting Puffy and Niki.

Punz cried out in anguish as Dream’s face went blank and he turned away from them, sprinting for the staircase. Punz lunged to grab onto him but the Wolf quickly turned and kicked him in the stomach, all the air left his body as he was flung back and Dream’s footsteps retreated away from them and towards the one who now had him under his control once more. Sapnap was at his side, helping him sit up and catch his breath.

He saw Dream’s axe laying a few feet from them, and on the handle was Quackity’s stupid bracket smiley face, a symbol of his property. Yelling in anger he kicked it away from them with his heel. The blade scraping into the marble floor with an awful scraping noise.

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Quackity grunted as he once more blocked the swords trying to harm him, panting he whistled once more, now starting to become pissed off with how long it was taking his stupid mutt to show up.

Just as he was about to whistle once more, a growl came from the stairs to their left. He felt malicious glee fill him as he saw the two women in front of him freeze momentarily before his mutt was upon them. Pushing them back with his shield, bashing it against Niki and turning to block Puffy’s swing.

“Dream stop this!!” Puffy cried as she was pushed back as well, Dream was relentlessly beating her and Niki back with just a shield. Niki staggered and fell backwards when Dream rammed into her midswing, Puffy immediately stepping forward to defend her friend.

Dream dodged her swing and dropped his shield, quickly grasping on to her sword arm and swinging her around. She was powerless to resist as he effectively removes the sword from her hands and pushes her away from him. She catches herself before she stumbles back and falls down the stairs, righting herself she turns back to face her son.

Niki screams as her sword pierces through her chest, Puffy gasps as she stands there in shock, Dream twists the blade before ripping it out of her in an upwards motion. Dealing more fatal damage and causing her to bleat out pathetically as she grabs on to his arm.

“Duckling….come home… please…” She whispers as blood starts to pour down her shirt, she gets no response as Dream kicks her legs out from under her and she falls back. Niki who was crawling towards them lunges forward and catches her as they both roll down the stairs.

Dream throws the sword down and turns back to Quackity, paying no more attention to them as he makes his way to his side. Quackity is laughing as he walks to the railing along the balcony. leaning against it he looks down on the six warriors, laughing at them as he takes in their pathetic state.

“See. This is why you should have never gone against me.” He took in a deep breath as he looked at Niki who was sobbing over Puffy’s body, a pool of blood now growing under them rapidly. “No one had to die, all you had to do was just leave my Hound alone…”

“He is not your hound Quackity!!” Niki screamed, tears running down her face as she stood up, turning to face him. Sapnap and Punz moved to her side, Ranboo who now was carrying Purpled was behind them. Sapnap subtly signaling him to retreat, Ranboo slinks out quietly, avoiding the bodies of their fallen comrades. “And you will pay for doing this! ALL OF IT!!”

Quackity scoffed, glaring down at them as he tilted his head to the side.

“Is that so?” He lifts a hand, his Hound straightens up immediately, attention solely focused on him. “Kill them all…And do it quickly, Mutt.”

Punz and Sapnap immediately summoned their weapons to their hands as Niki lifted her shield. All three braced for the attack as Dream jumped on the railing and fell down, a bucket of water in hand which he then uses to MLG when he reaches the ground. The bucket disappears as he then pulls out a sword and shield out of his inventory.

(Anyway yea! Tormenting Blorbo is my favorite thing to do yeah!! 😭😭💀💀)

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(I have no idea what youre referring to ; x)

ANYWAY OHHHHHH.. i am gnawing on this. Love the idea that Quackity becomes enough of an obvious threat to everyone that theyre all teaming up. Curious that Ranboo and Niki are here but not Techno and Phil.

Regardless. Ooohhh boy oh boy, things are not looking good for them. Once again, poor Dream :( he recognized his friends... for just a moment. and Yet D'; waaaaaa,, this au makes me miserable /pos

That said,, yyeeesss let the man be feared and dangerous HBWAHAHA- *cries*

THANK U FOR MORE CONTENT AAAAAA

#vault asks #☁️ anon #guard dog au #character death #inbox fic!#so much writing fkjhgjkgfhd on a silver platter ehehehe <3

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stabbysideblog · 2 years

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"Soo..." He said letting the word stretch out past when he stopped vocalizing it, the implication of it wrapping around the both of them. There's a difference between a good So and a bad So. A subtle intonation on the first consonant that separates 'doing anything Friday' and 'why did you do it' this one was like a sledgehammer destroying the facade they were in where this conversation would be anything but challenging.

#thinking about #guard dog au #and #writing #again #maybe maybe maybe

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whumpering-heights · 1 year

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Guard Dog AU Masterlist

This fic is written already, but I'll post the chapters individually every other day. It's based off the Shaperaverse by Paul Shapera, and I'll do my best to give additional context where needed. There will be 26 chapters in total.

Will feature: toxic friendship, female intimate whumper, PTSD/hypervigilance, emotional/psychological whump, psychic whump.

Sarah and Lloyd's first meeting

#guard dog au

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piscespixiewastaken · 6 months

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Dream SMP, Hermitcraft SMP, Minecraft (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: TommyInnit, EthosLab, Grian, GoodTimesWithScar, Docm77, Xisumavoid, Hermitcraft Ensemble Summary:

It had been almost a year since Tommy found himself on Hermitcraft with Etho during the man's self-imposed exile. It had been almost a year since he'd escaped his own exile on the Dream SMP. He's found peace he hadn't felt in a long time and the healing he so desperately needed. But after his first visit back home, What he finds is nothing like he expected it to be. Distraught, he begs Xisuma to let him bring someone back with him on his next visit. Someone Xisuma is very certain would not be safe for Tommy to be around.

Or... Tommy witnesses something in a casino that leaves him wondering if maybe even the worst people are worth saving.

#dsmp #dsmp fanfic #hermitcraft fanfic #hermitcraft #c!dream #c!tommy #hermit!tommy #guard dog au #my first dsmp fic #and my first hermitcraft fic #hope i did them justice #flees for the hills #again apologies to my mutuals #please bear with me as i deal with this brainrot

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trunklewunjle · 2 months

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Happy birthday babe❤️ (NO ONE FUCKING LOOK AT ME.)

Dust belongs to ask-dusttale

#undertale au #utmv #dust sans #hahahaha wow I’m suddenly turning into a dog dust do you need a dog do you need a guard dog jajajajajaj dust dust do you need me to- WIRIFOF #AU AU AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU #sans au #WOBRHRGRHSHDGDJBWWMEOAUSOWWO AWOWO AWOOO I miss my poly but I’ve been so dust brain rotted I need him I want him #HAPPYMBIRTHDAY BBG I LOVE YOU I HOPW YOU LIVE FOREVER I WISH YOU WERE REAL I WISH YOU WERE HOLDING ME AGAINST A WALL AND THRETANING MY LIFE #JAJAJAJAJAJA I LOVE YOU #HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY BBY I NEED YOU I WANT YOU SO BAD I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU

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lex-crow · 1 month

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Heather: You named a nightfury toothless, you call the king of dragons snowflake, and now you name a skrill lavender? Who keeps letting you name things?

Hiccup: No one has ever stuck around long enough to tell me no.

Eret: are you bringing up your sad childhood so we keep letting you name things?

Hiccup: is it working?

Heather: a little.

#how to train your dragon #httyd #rtte #hiccup haddock #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #httyd rtte #heather rtte #heather the unhinged #eret httyd #eret son of eret #httyd au #guard dogs au

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bunnys-kisses · 20 days

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pov: farmer price finding bunny!reader fucking guard dog!ghost as seen in: vegetable patch by bunnys-kisses

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kokoa-la · 10 months

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Prompt from @help-i-need-a-cool-username

Danny was tired of his neighbor’s bullshit. Above his head rested the well known crime lord of crime alley, Red Hood. Now, Danny used to be a vigilante, he gets it, truly, but that did not mean he forgave the other for the sheer amount of wake up calls he’s gotten. He knew he was a light sleeper, has been ever since the portal opened and since the portal was shut down by yours truly, but the amount of noise was still unacceptable. Did the guy not know he lived right below him? He knew that the building was in a rough patch, but it wasn’t deserted. He wasn’t the only one here ya’ know. By now the halfa had had enough. He had a class at 9 am tomorrow in literal physics. He needed sleep if he didn’t want to pass out in the lecture that he 100% needed for the midterms in 2 weeks. He would have gone up and complained in person if he wasn’t, you know, on the run. So he sat in his bed, grabbed earbuds, played one of his sad playlists and tried his best to sleep.

That was it, Danny was going to actually kill the Red Hood. Here Danny is, minding his own business, writing a paper for the English class he had to take for extra credits, and in storms 5 men kicking down his door with all sorts of weapons. They were in all black with hoods and bandanas covering the bottom half of their faces.

“Where’s Red Hood? We know he lives here!”

The half had had enough. Here he was, on page 2 of a 5 page paper, while on 9 shots of espresso and 3 energy drinks to make up for the lack of sleep he got last night because of the same very guy this gang is looking for. He was going to strangle this man, hands down, screw the GIW.

“I’m literally a college student trying to live off of a minimum wage salary, if all of us could be crime lords and afford an apartment without a day job, we’d all do it.”

“Where is the Red Hood?!”

The guy in the middle had yelled before pointing a gun right at Danny’s head. He sighed before standing and putting his hands above his head.

“I don’t know. He’s not here, and I don’t even think he lives in the building.”

He didn’t know why he was covering for his neighbor's ass, but he already had one foot in, so why not the rest of him?

“Don’t bullshit me! We know he lives here!”

“Are you sure it was this building, and not the one across the alley?”

Dany inched closer as the main guy looked over at the goon next to him and started arguing. By the time they looked up, Danny was right in front of the gun, merely inches away from the barrel now pointed at his chest.

“Boo.”

His eyes glowed a vibrant neon green before the lights turned off leaving the apartment in pitch black.

Red Hood cursed as he realized how careless he’d been. One of his men had informed him that they received a warning from one of their informants. Apparently, there was a new gang on the rise with the sole purpose of taking him down. Somehow they’d followed him to his apartment one night and were staging an attack right now. Luckily, it didn’t seem like they knew his civilian identity, but he didn’t know that for sure. Plus, if they broke in and he wasn’t there, he didn’t want to know what they’d do to the others inhabiting the complex.

It took him about two minutes to get there using his bike. He scaled the side of the building and got in through his window only to find his apartment exactly as he left it. Had his men lied to him? Or had the gang just not arrived yet?

Well, that’s what he thought before he heard gunshots below his feet. He scrambled down the stairs and ran to the apartment below him, taking out his gun and slowly walking towards the door. It was dead silent. It seemed that the last noise to leave the place was that one stray bullet, since then not a sound.

Hood cursed under his breath before turning the corner and moving the broken door out the way. Inside was a pile of 5 men in all black knocked unconscious with a man sitting on top of them criss crossed holding a bat with a green sticker on it in one hand while the other typed on the open laptop sitting in his lap. The vigilante didn’t even move. He lowered his gun to the floor and just stared at the scene at hand. Eventually the man looked up at him with ashy blue eyes and a tired look about them. He sighed before closing the laptop and resting his chin on the small end of the bat.

“Dude, it’s 3 am. Can you please tell your enemies to stick to acceptable invasion hours?”

Hood didn’t even know what to say. He just stood there at the door, even clocked his head sideways in confusion. The other sighed.

“I have a class at 7 am tomorrow and this paper is due like yesterday, so can you just, I don’t know? Schedule this shit? Or at least make sure they have the right apartment. I didn’t complain about the noise before, but this is ridiculous.”

Yeah, Jason couldn’t believe his eyes or ears right now. Was this man serious? He cleared his throat before finally speaking.

“Right… sorry about that? I guess? I’ll take them off your hands. No promises about the schedule though. I can’t exactly control when people try to kill me.”

He stepped forward only for the other to raise the bat at him threateningly. He still sat on the 5 men, and still was pretty far away from Hood, so why he raised the bat he didn’t know.

“Do you want them in your house or not?”

“I want you to stay right there and pay for the bullet holes in my walls.”

“You just said-”

“Oh, I know, but you agreed so readily I’m testing the waters.”

What the fuck was up with this guy, seriously.

“You know I have a gun right? I could shoot you”

“Well so did they, and look where that ended them. Gunless and knocked out.”

Touche, Jason wanted to say, but didn’t. One of the men on the ground started to move and groan, his neighbor, without breaking eye contact with him, spun the bat in his hand and hit the man dead center on the head, knocking him out once more.

Was Jason attracted to this? Maybe.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dc x dp au #danny phantom #danny fenton #jason todd #danny just wanted to finish his homework #jason todd didnt know he was gay #danny proceeded to accidentally become hoods guard dog cus hood refused to move away from danger twink #jason leaves fruit baskets #jason repairs his walls dw #danny tried to sue - jason said no #danny is a glorified glow stick #the fenton anti-creep stick shows itself once again

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driftingmoonmenace · 2 months

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Rough concept for my guard dog au !! ✨ I might tweak their designs a bit but this is what I got so far for now!!

#menace doodles #Guard Dog AU #Trying to decide if I wanna do a cyborg kind of thing for the boys or not 🤔

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kawaiiblue18 · 2 years

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Have some guard dog au (yes, that’s what I’m naming it) doodles because I couldn’t stop thinking about this today

#bendy #bendy and the ink machine #batim #henry stein #batim au #au #alternate universe #game #fanart #batim fanart #art #digital art #guard dog au #btw this is NOT ship art #this is a father son relationship #batim bendy #batim henry

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mrjeremyman · 1 month

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Frenrey but benrey is big and protective like a dog

Did a bunch of sketches for this one because I am so indecisive auugh

I wanna draw more of this idea actually, rabid guard dog Benry is really fun actually

Au where Gordon actually has his passport and Benry has some sort of loyalty to him

#digital art #hlvrai #hlvrai benrey #hlvrai gordon #hlvrai benry #frenry #hlvrai gordon freeman #hlvrai fanart #benry #benrey #they’re so silly I love them #guard dog Benry au #hlvrai bubby

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stabbysideblog · 2 years

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It takes a while after Dream is out for him to recognize pain properly again. When in order to survive you have to ignore and suppress your feelings it becomes second nature. It takes a lot of gentle questioning and patience to allow himself to recognize those feelings again.

It's disappointing almost, trading feeling so invincible when your body should be/is crying out for listening to those signals and taking breaks.

#this is about #guard dog au #but it's worded vaguely on purpose #issa me post

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whumpering-heights · 1 year

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Guard Dog AU Chapter 1: Sarah and Lloyd's first meeting

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CW: past stalking, death mention (no major characters), brief drugs mention, depression, PTSD

[A/N: This is an AU fic for the Shaperaverse. It's fully written, but since i dont wish to link my AO3 account on this blog, I'll publish the chapters individually. I'll post them every other day) I'll put extra CONTEXT at the bottom of the posts, if needed.

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Sarah was sorely disappointed.

She’d come to this dimension, a gloomy edwardian place, following some reports about a mad death cult that didn’t sound very bright. If she’d been able to get them under her control, it would have lended her some much-needed protection. Her powers had a bad habit of flaking when she needed them most: like it could tell when it’d be most dramatic to fail. She’d pull through eventually, but she strongly disliked being reliant on narrative tension this way. So, she’d need an additional power, some kind of backup. A group that was both stupid and dangerous would have been perfect for that. But the cult had proven a literal dead end. When she finally found their rather gruesome base, it looked abandoned. Food was left out: they’d expected to be back soon, but never did.

Sarah sulked as she stood at the entrance of the foul-smelling lair. Drugs, rotten food, and various ritual objects were strewn about the floor. She glanced at one of the mad scribblings laying on the table, expecting some crazed, nonsensical rant. What she found instead, made her do a double take.

It seemed to be a schedule, detailing the weekly routine of this guy called Lloyd Allen. It covered what time he went to work, his address, and even his usual bedtime. There was a photo clipped to the paper, showing a dapper man with glasses. The blurry picture seemed to be taken from around the corner of a building, the man seemingly unaware of his photographer.

Sarah did not envy the guy. She had no clue why this cult would take such an interest in him, but it couldn't have ended well for him. Out of morbid curiosity, she ventured deeper into the dirty den, half-expecting to find his severed head on an altar. Instead, she found even more info. It seemed he had more bite than they’d expected.

There were quite a few makeshift shrines, seeming like memorials for deceased members. Warnings were scribbled on walls, like demented post-it notes. “Remember to attack before he sees you”, “he has knifs in bed: not safe!” “RIP Jerry: we’ll get him eventualy!!”

Sarah hummed appreciatively. If she was reading this correctly, this Lloyd fellow fought back well. He might even be the reason this place was abandoned. She looked at the paper she was still holding, and read the address again. Maybe this trip wouldn’t end up a waste, anyway.

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Lloyd would have to get groceries soon.

He really didn’t want to, though.

For one, it would mean getting out of bed. That was getting harder every day. He was being disgusting, he knew that. His bedding had be replaced, it stank. Every bit that touched his skin made him want to scrub himself with steel wool. And yet, he stayed, gripping his cold blade until it was as warm as he: as though his blood pumped through it, too.

He knew he’d have to eat, eventually. But everything just tasted like ash. Besides, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to afford anything. He hadn’t gone to work since dealing with the cult, he must be fired by now. He had some savings, but not that much. Lord knew he’d rather starve than ask his father for any aid, though. Ha, like he’d even grant it. Then again, wasting away in his bed would be a rather pathetic way to go, after all he’d been through.

He shuddered, nauseous. He just couldn’t bear to go outside right now. The fear that one of them had survived was just too great. Every pair of eyes on him made him feel like a prey animal in an open field. He didn’t want to get up. What was the point? Just as then, his ears perked up.

Someone was walking down the hall outside his door. It didn’t sound like one of neighbors: he knew their footsteps well at this point. A guest for them, maybe? The steps were slow, like they weren’t sure where to go. Possibly counting the apartment numbers.

Lloyd’s worst-case scenario came true, when the steps stopped in front of his door. He felt his skin prickle with worry, which peaked as the first knock came on the door. He gripped his blade tighter.

After a moment of silence, where he felt his heartbeat in his throat, the knock returned, more insistent.

Something shifted back into place within Lloyd.

He’d been holding his breath for weeks, waiting for a missed threat to find him. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. This must be it. Be attacked, neutralize the treat: it was a familiar pattern. The adrenaline, wariness and anger felt like coming home.

He got up, somewhat woozy, and peered through the peephole.

In the hallway stood an impatient looking young woman, about his age.

He was surprised. She didn’t look like a cult member. Her eyes were clear and sober, for one. Her attire was unusual, unlike any fashion he’d seen. Had he been retreated from social life long enough for silhouettes to change again? At least it wasn’t a dark robe. If she wasn’t a cult member, what could she possibly want with him? She was squinting at the peephole, and must have seen the way it went dark as Lloyd looked through it. She visibly perked up.

“Ah, I knew it! Lloyd Allen, is it?”

Lloyd didn’t know what to say, so stayed silent. She knew his name, as well as address. Bad signs, even if she wasn’t a cultist. Still, Lloyd was struck by her friendly, open expression. When was the last time someone had smiled at him? When was the last time he’d spoken to someone, in general? He didn’t really track his days in here, it all blurred together. The girl wasn’t deterred by his silence, and spoke sympathetically. “My name is Sarah McKiggan. I understand you had a rather nasty experience recently. I’m very sorry you had to go through that. I would like to offer my help, if you need any.”

Lloyd blinked. He hadn’t expected that.

“I..” He cleared his throat to get rid of some of the rusty hoarseness and tried again. It was only marginally better. “I-I don’t need help. Who are you, how do you know about me?”

His thumb rubbed the edge of the handle. Sarah didn’t seem unnerved by his wary tone.

“Oh, I’m not from here. But I heard about the cult, and they seemed like such nasty people. I came all the way here, hoping to find a way to get rid of them, but it seems you’ve beat me to the punch. Very nicely done, by the way! That must not have been easy. I don’t know how you did it, but it’s really impressive.”

Lloyd hadn’t really considered what he’d done to be worthy of praise: he’d acted desperately, erratically. Only vengeange had pushed him to be proactive. Still, the strange girl’s appreciation soothed a childish part of his ego. It had been difficult, and he’d executed his plan, and the cultists, perfectly.

“I, well. Thank you?” he answered, somewhat flustered. If she was speaking the truth, and really disliked the cult as much as he did, perhaps she wasn’t a threat? It felt strange to even consider. There was something odd about her, though. Mostly, her odd dress and hairstyle. “Where are you from, exactly?” She smilled, like it was a silly question. “That’s kinda a long story. Do you want me to tell you my whole deal in this hallway, or may I come in and sit?”

“Uh.” Lloyd looked back at his apartment. Even if he did feel comfortable letting someone in, which he wasn’t sure he was, he couldn’t bear to let anyone see this mess. After surviving this whole ordeal, he’d still die: of shame. Redfaced, he turned back, and the words stumbled from his mouth before he could stop them. “Actually, uhm, I’d prefer not. If you’d allow me a short while to wash up, I can go outside, instead?”

He regretted the words as soon as they were spoken, but the idea of a possible ally was too tempting. He missed company sorely, and it was just one person: if she did turn out to be a threat, he was confident he could manage.

“Sure,” Sarah said brightly. “I’ll be down in the lobby.”

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Sarah bounced her foot, annoyed. The guy must have a very different definition of “a short while”. At long last, he appeared down the central staircase.

He looked a lot more haggard than in his picture. His hair was overgrown and dull, and there were big bags under his eyes. His sunken cheeks had the pallor of someone who hasn’t seen the sun in recent memory. His clothes, though fashionable for this time period, weren’t ironed. She could see some old wounds, peeking from under the neck of his shirt, and on his left hand. Defensive wounds. They were mostly healed, but would scar.

The most noteworthy part of his appearance, though, was the sword he kept on his belt. It looked to be a saber. Sarah raised a brow. This place was vaguely Edwardian, she hadn’t seen anyone else carry a weapon like this. “I thought we could speak somewhere while we eat,” she nodded at the blade. “but I doubt they’ll let you in with that?”

Lloyd looked down, as though he was only noticing it himself. “Oh, that. Uh. I’ve never had issues with it before, when I went outside.” He looked Sarah over quickly. “Besides, you’re hardly dressed appropriately for daywear, yourself. I’m very curious where your fashion is from.”

Sarah blinked in surprise. “Wait. You can tell I look strange?”

Lloyd hesitated. “...I didn’t mean to offend, but yes? It’s rather obvious.”

Now that was a development. Sarah’s powers allowed her to use all sorts of abilities, not all of them consciously. One odd perk she’d found, was that she wasn’t noticed by natives of any narrative, if she didn’t wish to be. They didn’t note her modern dress and hairstyle, no matter where, or when, she went. As long as she didn’t think too hard about it, it worked.

She eyed Lloyd’s blade, gears turning. Could it be she wasn’t the only one with this ability? Come to think of it, she could pick up something on him: a slight frequency, one that matched up with her own.

Interesting. Very interesting, indeed.

She smiled sharply.

“Well, you’re familiar here: why don’t you place we can go to eat in privacy. I think we have a lot to talk about.”

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CONTEXT: the "powers" will get explained in the next chapter. A "narrative" is another world, like a dimension. (there's an uncountable number of those). There is very little info on the "death cult" in canon. They had a "reason" to attack Lloyd, but that is a very long story. They also attacked his boyfriend Matt, who Lloyd wasn't able to save.

#whump #past stalking #death mention (no major characters)#brief drugs mention #depression cw #PTSD CW #whumplr #my writing #my stuff #guard dog AU

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