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thecuriouscrusader · 7 years

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Secretary of the Year

Pairing: Dean Smith x Castiel

Word Count: 2093

Prompt: "I've been killing myself with all this paperwork. It took me thirty minutes to make this hat."

Tags: ‘It’s A Terrible Life’ AU, Humour, Secretary Cas, Sassy Cas, Protective Cas, Basically BAMF Cas, Mentions of Harassment, Boss/Employee to ?

Summary: Cas is not the most typical secretary but he sure as hell gets the job done.

A/N: Written for @queencflair‘s 2 Broke 2 Care Challenge. An awesome challenge, this was so fun to write! Once again thank you to the awesome @mrsgabrieltrickster for proof reading x

"Good morning, Mr. Smith."

"Mornin', Cas" Dean smiled. "What's on the agenda today?"

"Uh...give me a moment."

Dean sighed as he halted next to his secretary's desk.

"Cas, if you haven't been arranging my schedule then what the hell have you been doing all morning?"

"I've been killing myself with all this paperwork!" Castiel replied indignantly as he indicated to the heap of documents perched on the edge of his desk. “And, it took me thirty minutes to make this hat" he beamed proudly as he pulled the yellow paper construction out of his drawer.

Dean hung his head despairingly. "Cas those papers better not be important.”

"They’re from Adler, so of course they aren’t" Castiel replied as he typed on his computer. "It's as if he's never heard of e-mail. Troglodyte."

Dean tried to fight back a smile because he knew was supposed to be the stern boss, but he failed because it was true; Adler was a douche.

"Okay, you have a lunch meeting at Sotto with Dick Roman, and your report for Mr. Crowley is due at the end of the day."

"Great" Dean said sarcastically. "Wasn't I supposed to have a meeting with Amara from accounting too?"

"No, I cancelled that" Castiel said.

"Why?" Dean asked.

"Because she's a crazy bi-"

"Smith!"

Both men looked over to see Zachariah Adler approaching them.

"What the hell?" Dean whispered to Cas. "I haven't even had my coffee yet, I can't deal with him."

"I'll handle it" Castiel murmured as he stood up. "Wait" he said as stood up and made a halt gesture in Adler's direction. Alder stopped and glared at Castiel with a perturbed frown. "How may I help you?" Castiel asked.

"I want to talk to Smith."

"Mr. Smith isn't available at the moment."

"He's standing right there!"

"No, no, I’m afraid he��s very busy" Castiel said as he opened the office door and ushered Dean inside.

Adler scoffed. "This is ridiculous."

"No, what's ridiculous is that you think you can drop in on a busy man like Mr. Smith without an appointment" Castiel retorted. "Now, you can take a seat and wait for me to announce you, as is proper, or you can make an appointment for a later time."

"How dare you speak to me like this!?" Adler spat. "I am your superior! I ought to fire you this instant."

"Well then I'm afraid you'll be looking for a new director of sales because if I go then so will Mr. Smith" Castiel claimed. "He is rather fond of me. And I know he's the best salesman you have so there is no way you would risk losing him."

Adler took a deep breath. "I'll be back at three" he said through gritted teeth.

Castiel calmly sat down at his computer and typed in silence for a couple of minutes. He could see that Adler was getting even more impatient as time dragged on.

"He can't do three-"

"Forget it!" Adler said as he threw his arm in the air with exasperation. "I'll just send him an e-mail!"

"Oh, so you have heard of those" Castiel mumbled to himself as Adler stormed away.

Dean came out of his office laughing.

"Cas, man, you're a miracle worker" he said as he squeezed his secretary’s shoulder.

"That's why you hired me" Castiel smiled. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to make a sword to go with my hat" he said as he grabbed a bunch of paper. “My niece has challenged me to a duel.”

Dean shook his head with disbelief.

"Cas, you know I'm way more than just fond of you, right?"

"I do, Mr. Smith."

A week later Dean arrived at work to find that Castiel was absent. He went into his office and was taken by surprise when he found a bunch of flowers on his desk. There was a note attached which read:

Dean, I've really missed our meetings and I can't stop thinking about you. I hope you get well soon, love Amara xxx

"Get well soon?" Dean murmured confusedly.

There was a knock on the door and Castiel entered carrying some smoothies.

"Good morning, Mr. Smith" he smiled. "I finished your schedule early so I went to get you a kale smoothie since you insist on being on this ridiculous diet."

"There's nothing wrong with being healthy, Cas" Dean reasoned as he took the smoothie. "Thanks."

"Well, I'll stick to caramel" Castiel said as he took a sip of his own drink.

"Do you know what this is supposed to mean?" Dean asked as he handed Cas the note from Amara.

"Ah..." Castiel said sheepishly.

Dean sighed as he sat as his desk. "Cas, what did you say?"

"Nothing!" Castiel said defensively as he sat at the opposite side of Dean's desk. "I might have simply implied to Amara that you were recovering from bronchitis."

"Why would you do that?" Dean asked incredulously.

"Because I don't think you should be around her" Castiel reasoned. "She stalks you. She just comes up with idiotic excuses to meet you every other day; she makes inappropriate comments and leaves even more inappropriate gifts."

"What's so inappropriate about flowers?" Dean asked.

"Trust me I have confiscated many things that she's obviously bought from stores you have to be over eighteen to enter" Castiel said. "I don't understand why you won't go to human resources about her. She's one step away from groping you-"

"Cas, that's enough" Dean said sternly. "Look, I know that Amara is a little-"

"-insane" Castiel cut in.

"Intense" Dean said. "But I can't avoid her forever. Besides, as soon as she thinks I've recovered she's going to want to set up another meeting. I appreciate you looking out for me but I can handle her, alright?"

"Alright" Castiel nodded. "I understand. I have to find a long term solution."

Dean sighed. "Cas, no. You've done the opposite and ignored everything I just said."

"With all due respect, Mr. Smith, I am your secretary, which means it is my job to take care of you and make sure that your days run smoothly. That includes dealing with Amara."

"Well could you at least say that like you're not going to murder her?" Dean asked.

Castiel raised his eyebrow and smirked before standing up and heading out of the office.

"Cas, that wasn't a suggestion" Dean called desperately. "Cas?!"

Dean did not ask about Amara again until a few days later, mostly because he was scared of the answer. He and Cas were in his office eating lunch when he decided to bring it up.

"So, I haven't heard from Amara since the flowers..."

"That's because I told her we were engaged."

Dean was silent for a few moments as he processed the statement. "You did what now?"

"I figured that if Amara thought you were in a permanent relationship she would back off."

"What if she tells people?" Dean fretted.

"She won't. She won't want anyone to know that she's been lying about your undying love for her."

"I don't think that combating her with another lie gives you the moral high ground" Dean said uncertainly.

"Well if you don't want it to be a lie you better find me a diamond ring" Castiel replied.

Dean burst out laughing. "How are you both the best and the worst secretary I've ever had?" he asked.

Castiel shrugged. "It's a fine line to walk, but I manage."

There was a knock on the door. Castiel got up and answered it.

"Oh, Mr. Wesson, what a pleasant surprise" he smiled as he stepped aside.

"Dude, how many times do I have to tell you, call me Sam" the young man insisted. "You're way above me in the pecking order."

"That doesn't mean you deserve any less respect" Castiel insisted.

"Yeah, Cas is only an ass to his superiors" Dean pointed out.

"They deserve it" Castiel said with a smirk at his boss. "What can we do for you, Sam?" He asked kindly as he turned back to the IT assistant.

"Well, you know how I kinda, sorta...hate my job?" Sam asked sheepishly. Dean nodded. "Well, they just announced that they're looking for a paralegal in the legal department, which is something I'm way more interested in, and I was wondering if you could give me a reference so that I could apply."

"Yeah, of course!" Dean grinned. "That's awesome, Sammy. Stay and grab a bite with us and we'll talk things over."

"Thanks that would be great! I'll just go get something from the cafeteria-"

"That's okay, I'll get you something for the executives lounge" Castiel said. He snatched Dean's wallet off his desk. "Mr. Smith is paying." He left before Dean or Sam could protest.

Sam laughed. "He really does go above and beyond."

"Yeah, well, he can be disrespectful as hell but I don't know what I'd do without him" Dean said.

"No, Dean, he goes way beyond" Sam stressed. "He's crazy protective of you."

"I tell him to rein it in sometimes but he won't listen."

Sam sighed. "It's not a bad thing. It's a...unique thing. You seriously haven't noticed?"

Dean frowned in contemplation.

"You...you're saying that Cas is into me?"

"I'm not saying anything" Sam said as he held up his hands defensively. "I just think it could be a possibility."

"I don't think so, man. I'm not even sure Cas has feelings."

"Okay" Sam said dismissively. "Sorry, I thought you would have noticed, and it’s not really my place.”

"It's okay, we're friends" Dean assured him. "But Cas and I are a good team. I don't want to say anything that could jeopardize that."

"Yeah, of course" Sam said understandingly.

But that did not put Dean’s mind at ease.

The following evening Dean was attending an elegant gala after work to smooth over some potential investors, so he had brought a fresh suit to change into at the office.

He was struggling with his bowtie when Cas entered.

“Mr. Smith, your car has arrived.”

“Thanks. Sorry, Cas, I didn’t realize you were still here” Dean said.

“Well, I couldn’t leave. I knew you were going to need help” Castiel smiled as he indicated to Dean’s tie.

“Cas, you come to work with a backwards tie every morning” Dean sighed as he stood up.

“Yeah, well, I learned to tie them on other people in case of such incidents as this” Castiel said as he took over. “There” he said after a few moments of straightening the tie out. “You are ready to go schmoozing, Mr. Bond.”

Dean smiled softly. “Thanks, Moneypenny.”

“She was actually M’s assistant” Castiel pointed out. “She and Bond just…fooled around at the office” he ended with a wink.

Dean laughed. “We could fool around at the office” he teased.

“Mmm…well if we ever do it’s going to be in Adler’s office” Castiel said seriously. “That would be a big middle finger in his smug face.”

Dean laughed. “Sure. Anyway, I better go. Have a good night.”

“I’m going home to watch Game of Thrones and eat left over Chinese food with my cat; my night is gonna be way better than yours.”

Dean smiled at him again before heading out of the office.

He was waiting for the elevator when his conversation with Sam started playing in his mind again. He thought about all the times Castiel had stood up for him against insufferable co-workers, how at ease they were with each other, and how no matter how crappy the day was they always made each other laugh. They did not have a typical boss/employee relationship, but Dean loved it. He supposed there really was only one way to find out if the flirtatious banter meant anything more to Cas too.

He hurried back down the hall to find Castiel pulling on his trench coat as he got ready to leave.

“Cas!”

“Mr. Smith?” Castiel asked concernedly as Dean looked a little out of sorts.

“Listen, I really hate going to these things” Dean confessed. “They’re so boring, but…I just thought that maybe if you came with me we could get drunk on expensive champagne we didn’t have to pay for and make of fun what everyone is wearing. Maybe we could go get pizza afterwards? The food they serve is always portioned for ants.”

“That does sound like fun” Castiel smirked.

“Right?” Dean beamed. “So, what do you say?”

“It’s a date” Castiel smiled.

“Yeah” Dean grinned with equal enthusiasm. “It’s a date.”

#2 broke 2 care challenge #destiel #destiel fanfiction #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #spn writing challenge #curious writes #my stuff

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castielxreaders-blog · 7 years

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Pick-me-up

by Andii🌹

You’re stuck at work on Valtentine’s Day watching couples canoodling and listening to everyone brag about how much ass you’re /not/ going to get. What could possibly worse than that?

The one where you have to watch Dean give Castiel cringe-inducing lessons on how to pick up.

Words: 1637, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M, Other

Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sam Winchester

Relationships: Castiel/Reader

Additional Tags: gender-neutral original character, Valentine's Day, Unattached Drifter Christmas, could be considered dean-bashing but i really didn't mean for it to be that way, cas and flowers, clueless cas sorta flirting, i dont even know what to tag this, i wanted to try something new

read it on AO3.

It was a long day, one you were supposed to have off no less, but your boss had called at the last possible second for you to come in. Something about your co-worker being sick.

Yeah right. Sick my ass.

Of course, everyone knew better. He was probably out chasing skirts. Even then, your boss just couldn’t have said no. He simply couldn’t have respected the fact that you’d just worked eight days in a row and this would make nine. He couldn’t get his head out of his ass to see how badly he was being played.

So here you were, working on Valentine’s Day, on a Tuesday no less. Meaning that the only people who would come into a convenience store in the middle of nowhere, in a nowhere town were a) people on their way home from work, which were few because people had been advised to stay home due to the weather, b) people who were lost and couldn’t see the street signs through the blizzard, which were also few because not many people came through here anyway, and c) douche-canoes who needed to buy flowers and chocolates and condoms just in case.

God, I hate Valentine’s Day, you thought to yourself.

Cue King Douche and his douchlings walking in, one wearing plaid and one looking kind of sad. Perhaps douchling number two hadn’t managed to get laid yet.

“But, Dean,” you heard the sad-looking one say.

“No, no, no, no… Cas, I told you. These things always work. If you put ‘em all together, even you should be able to pick up,” the guy first guy replied.

The freakishly tall one wearing plaid just looked on in what appeared to be disapproval. Well… Perhaps Dean was the only one here trying to get laid - or get his friend laid.

“Dean, I really don’t-”

“Nonsense,” Dean grinned and put a hand on “Cas’s” shoulder. “It’s easy. You get flowers or chocolate. You find someone pretty. You say something nice, maybe add a proposition or two. Buy them some drinks and offer to take them home. It’s a piece o’ pie, Cas.

You shook your head in exasperation. Guys like this, they were the reason you had such a hard time putting yourself out there to find a date in the first place. This guy was completely outrageous. Clearly his friend wasn’t interested, or way too shy to ever actually go through with any of what Dean was feeding him. Despite that, this Cas guy kept going along with it, although reluctantly.

Cas’s eyes looked like they would bug out of his head when they checked out the chocolate display. There are too many different ones to choose from, he had muttered, and immediately moved on to look at the flowers, which Dean had agreed to, as they were "more Cas.”

By the end of it, they’d spent more than 30 minutes looking at flowers, only for him to shake his head and claim that the flowers were precariously matched and unhealthy. Dean rolled his eyes and threw his arms up. For a guy at least in his late 20s, he certainly didn’t seem to act it, though he did give in to Cas eventually. They disappeared from your sight for a few minutes, heading deeper into the store. You had half a mind to follow them to make sure they didn’t ruin the display anywhere else, but despite being somewhat obnoxious, they hadn’t made a mess in the chocolate or the flowers so you let your mind rest.

They were back soon enough and ready to pay, Dean with a large box of condoms, and the other two with bashful looks on their faces. Dean grinned at you and winked as you scanned his purchase, yourself with a skeptical look and a raised brow. He was hardly worth paying attention to. He’d probably have someone else on his arm by the time you finished work anyway. Cas, though…

You glanced past the tall one to Cas, partially hiding behind him. Well, not hiding but…

Damn, that is just…

His eyes were so blue. That kind of blue people usually would believe was edited in pictures, but his eyes were clearly actually that colour. Despite seeing them in person, even you found it hard to believe. His eyes widened when he noticed you staring and took the chance to escape when Dean began to walk away. This wasn’t love at first sight, but it was probably as close to it as you believed it could be. And now this beautiful man was just going to walk out the door and you’d be stuck there until midnight with nothing to do but watch more of the same.

xxx

With a heavy sigh, you heaved your bag higher up into your shoulder, and pulled your keys out of your pocket ready to lock the door. You listened for the heavy sound of the tumbler before giving the door a tug to make sure it was, in fact, locked. Then, as you turned around, you noticed you weren’t alone.

God no, not another one to argue with… You had a bus to catch, the last one of the day, and the only way for you to get home. Needless to say, arguing with a customer about closing hours that you had no control over was not something you wanted or had the time to do. Deciding to ignore the whoever-it-was completely, you simply shrugged and prepared to make your way down to the bus stop, only to be interrupted by a low e-excuse me.

Fuck.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you begin as you turn to face them, “We’re clo…” The words fell from your lips. There he was. Cas. With a small pot of flowers - healthy flowers this time, you noted - and a shy smile on his face. “How can I help you?”

“I’m sorry to bother you, you look like you were in a hurry, but…” Cas trailed off. He seemed so lost standing there alone in the dark with nothing but a handful of flowers for company. His breath coming out of his in small clouds of dense air from the cold. “My name is Castiel.” He said his name like he was used to it being forgotten or mispronounced - like he wanted you to remember it.“ I think you may have heard what my friend was talking about earlier. I would like to reassure you that my intent is not so crass, but I was wondering if, perhaps, you’d like to go get a coffee… With me?“

Your eyes widen at that one. Coffee? Me? Since when do people invite me out to coffee?

"Um…” Unsure of how to respond, you simply waited. Perhaps he would speak up again and explain further.

He did.

“These are for you,” he said as he stepped forward, “I picked them personally. They don’t like being grown indoors. They don’t get enough sunlight and it dims their colour and prevents them from developing their proper scents. They are also properly transplanted and should last much longer like this, given the proper care.”

“I, uh… I didn’t know that,” you tell him honestly, unsure of exactly where he’s going with that.

“So, I picked these from outside, because,” he paused as if trying to remember something, “I was trying to find flowers as pretty as you.”

Ah… That ass probably fed him those lines, you snorted. It seemed so out of place for him to be saying those words. The smile that was slowly growing on your face fell once again, only to be replaced with a light grimace, the effect of which was seen immediately.

Castiel’s own tentative smile fell and he did that thing you do when you sort of bend at the knees and half turn away, leaning back like you want to shout at the top of your lungs at whoever’s living in the clouds. Is there a term for that? A grim look crossed his features as he mumbled to himself. Something about humans and complicated and never listening to him again.

You huffed in laughter, hiding your mouth behind your hand. It was funny but that didn’t mean laughing to his face about it. He’d probably change his mind about going out for coffee pretty quickly if that was the case. And so, taking some pity on the poor guy, and realizing how close you were to not going on that coffee date, you spoke up, “They’re beautiful. Thank you.”

He looked back at you in surprise, and after some hesitation seemed to come back out of his shell, “So, about getting coffee… If you’re interested…”

“I’d love to,” you tell him, and finally approach him to shake his hand and introduce yourself. “Where to?”

“There’s a nice place on main,” he pointed over his shoulder, “It’s open all night.”

“I think I know the place,” you nodded. “You driving?”

“Yes. This is my car,” he vaguely gestured to the car parked next to him in that Will-Smith-move that had gotten popular on the internet recently.

Trying to hide a smirk, you answered, “Alright then. Let’s go get that coffee.”

He held the door open for you and handed you the flowers, making sure you were seated properly before closing the door behind you and making his way to the driver’s seat to start the car. He drove in silence, with some music playing, but too low for you to hear properly.

When he parked in front of the cafe, he exited the vehicle with a quiet "please wait a moment," before coming around to open the door for you and once again take the plant from you so you could get out of the car safely.

Yeah... Maybe there is hope after all.

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#Andii🌹#castiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #valentine's day #unattached drifter christmas #dean-bashing #unintentional bashing #cas and flowers #idek

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fernlom · 7 years

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The Wrong Time. Chapter 4: A Walkins Massacre Part 1

(Woo! Body Count increasing! Honestly, I’m having fun. I hope you all are too.

P.S. @rascal-rose hopefully this can be a fun break from your school work,tell me what you think?)

Ultra awoke once more inside his mind, Aaron lay chained to the floor, Error helped a new figure to his feet.

“Ah, you’re awake sir, meet your newest advisor, Pinstripe.”

Ultra stood to his feet and looks at the familiar grinning gold mask staring back at him.

“Pinstripe. Welcome” Ultra holds out his hand.

Pinstripe shakes his hand “this is…a new experience for me. Being in someone’s mind and not the one in control. Error, surprising to see you so obedient. What happened?”

“They reprogrammed me. I reversed it immediately, however once I saw why I was added here, and what our purpose was I decided to stay.” Error turns and faces the screen “The opportunity to watch this world be erased was too much to deny”

“Looks like we’re waking up.” Pinstripe looked at the screen. “I take it you’re in charge? You are clearly not Aaron, so what do I call you?”

Ultra stood forward “I am Ultra42. Let’s go find out who our first kill is”

As his eyes open, the light floods his retinas, causing him to groan. Ultra stood to his feet and growled lowly from the bright light. He sighs and walks out of the experimenting room and down the chrome and red hallway.

“Geez” Pinstripe’s voice crooned in his mind “Whoever is in charge here doesn’t know how to decorate”

“I know” Ultra thought to himself “Whatever, I’ll kill them all anyway”

“Hey Rook!” 43 calls out, approaching Ultra “Where are you headed?”

“The boss needs me in his office” Ultra replied, his tone annoyed.

“Yah, he can wait. Come with me” 43 smirks, walking away, expecting Ultra to follow. Ultra growls, considering his options.

“Kill him” Pinstripe offers.

“Kill him” Error agrees.

“Kill the jerk” Aaron weekly says. “I hated him anyway.”

“Alright, Killing him them” Ultra smiles “Good vote boys.” He cackles loudly before charging down the corridor, plowing 43 into a wall.

“Hey!” 43 growls, pinned to the wall. SHYNKT! The blades spring out from his arms. Ultra grins cruelly, using his tendrils to keep 43’s arms pinned to the wall.

“So, I hate you. Error53 hates you, Pinstripe hates you. Even Aaron hates you. That’s four beings all in agreement that you should die. Tell me, what argument do you have that I should let you live?” Ultra’s grin widens, his right hand morphed into a long, jagged blade.

“Listen here you little ass!” 43 struggles under Ultra’s tendrils, keeping him tightly pinned to the wall. “You better AGH!!” Ultra interrupts his threat by crushing his arms in his tight grip.

“You annoy me now. It’s not even fun torturing you. And look, no one is coming to save you. Look, seriously” Ultra steps aside to show 43 the corridor. The scientists and security officers of the facility had surrounded him, simply watching. A scientist conversing with a security officer over “how he’d off him or not”.

Ultra chuckles softly before facing 43 again “They are watching, waiting for me to kill you. They really don’t like you here either”

43’s angry scowl fades into a terrified wimped “c-come on man, we’re partners, we’re gonna work together…please…”

“Whimpering like a bitch? I thought they gave you cat DNA? Wait, they did, you’re just a pussy!” Ultra plunges his blade through 43’s chest, then yanks the blade upward, slicing 43’s chest and head in half. Ultra grabs the two halves with his hands and proceeds to rip the body completely in half, throwing the two sides far away from each other.

“Ah, your first bloodbath” Pinstripe chuckles. Ultra’s dark black fur glistened from the flesh blood that had sprayed onto him. He sighs happily and calmly continues walking down the corridor to Austin’s office. As he walks, the security stepped aside, while the scientists smiled, a few clapping.

“Hey man” a scientist approaches him, clearly young he spoke like he came straight from the beach. His name tag said Steve Randl, “that was beyond epic bro. You were like, ugh, dude. So cool. You just tore him apart like he was paper bro.”

Ultra stood back, his eyebrows raised. “What? Uh, thanks….Steve? I’m glad my bloody murder was entertaining to you.”

“Oh dude, I work for a secret government group that kidnaps people and experiments on them. Dude, I make abominations of science. You probably never heard of this one but, Number 30 was my idea. Poor little dude decayed before our eyes, early attempt at healing and all. I tried telling everyone that he was still alive, but no one listened, they dumped him. Oh well, but yah bro, I found it cool watching you kill that douche canoe. “

“Well, you are positively strange. I think I will let you live” Ultra hesitates, then softly pats his shoulder before walking away.

“He was strange. “ Error remarks.

“Yes, but he can come in handy later. Clearly the kid is smart. We may need him” Pinstripe replies. “But who is Number 30?”

“Graveyard Cat” Aaron answers “When I first escaped, I did a lot of research on the earlier experiments. 30 was an early healing factor test, he ended up decaying to near death. Turns out though the decay was just for show. He was perfectly fine, in fact he could actually make those around him decay. But they thought he died, and dumped his body. Grave Digger found him and took him in, kept him as his pet/bodyguard.”

“A threat.” Ultra growled “He’s a threat, and we better hope we never encounter him then”

“Understood, and agreed” Pinstripe answers.

Ultra continues his way down the corridor, the halls becoming less chrome, and more bronze and gold the closer he got to the large wooden doors to the creator’s office.

“Ok, he really, REALLY doesn’t know how to decorate” Pinstripe croones.

“I know, but shush, he can probably read minds.” Ultra replies.

“Well not really, but i can read the dialogue. More correctly I write the dialogue” Austin replies from inside his office as the doors open wide. “Hello Ultra. And Pinstripe? Screw you. Its rustic themed you uncultured asshat.”

Ultra stands confused “dialogue? Nevermind, not important. “

“It would be too complicated to explain, maybe Hood could explain it to you, but…I don’t see your next meeting with him being very friendly…oh well.” Austin smirks with the knowledge of what is to come.

“So, my beautiful creation, are you ready for your first ORDERED kill? I saw that show back there with 43, good job. He was. Just a pathetic knock off of you anyway. I have the original back in my control, what do I need that waste for?” Austin takes his seat behind his desk. Upon the desk was various writing covered papers. As Ultra scanned the desk his brain read each paper instantly, each one detailing the various important individuals in the world he must track down and kill. From the notes he could read, he saw the names: Kujo Tartalgia, Uncle S.A.M., Curly Satlin, Jonathan Satlin, The OFFKeys, Don Lomas, John Stidham, DJ Giz, SARAH, Tiggs Nitishino, The Matedor, Henry Hicks, Fernando Lomas, Launa Dandie, Pops, and Pastor Stevie Smith, along with a few others he couldn’t make out names for, only description.

One note read, “short, shy, timid, ice powers. Tartalgia family. Usually surrounded by brothers, or with hot wife. Approach with caution.”

Another read, “necklace becomes two candy cane staffs. May be Santa, unsure. Followed by a flaming skeleton-goat man. Should be easy kill, use skill.”

“Are you reading my notes Ultra?” Austin asked with a smile.

“Yes sir. How did you find this information?”

“Find?” Austin replies with a chuckle “Oh my boy, I didn’t find it. I made it. I made everything. I am not just a scientist. I am a God. I didn’t just make you in the lab, I made you in my mind. Now, your first targets must be taken out before anyone else. I let 43 slide because he is not important to the universe. But the death of these next six individuals will mark the end of this universe and is crucial for my plan to work. Don’t ask why, it’s just how it is. Stability of reality and all that. Long story short, when I made this universe, it made itself some fail safes. The Shattered Six is the fail safes. “

“The Shattered Six? I remember, er, Aaron remembers them. Never worked with them much. “ Ultra takes a seat on the opposite side of the desk. “They were…Don Lomas, the gangster. Dr. Dean Lomas. Professor Poindexter Carter, the know-it-all. Agent Chance Carter, the enforcer of Poindexter’s company and head of the 100 Project’s main field division. John Stidham the farmer. And ‘Smiley’ Joe Stidham, the DJ, bartender, and general freak.”

“Those are the ones. Well, except Agent Carter. He left the Project once he saw what we were doing. He works full time as an espionage division of Poindexter’s company. I suggest you take out Farmer John first. He has the least contact with the rest, leaving them open for surprise still”

Ultra nods, Aaron remembered where John Stidham lived. Unfortunately John’s home was also the base of the Fivefold. Ultra had no reason to worry, the Fivefold were constantly away from base, in fact John was the one keeping the base in order while they were away.

“Do you accept your mission Ultra? I want to make it crystal clear, the Six must die before you kill anyone else. It doesn’t matter if someone else comes to fight as well, you knock them out and kill the Six first. I know the Fivefold have their base at John’s farm. You might even encounter Legion there. I don’t care. Kill John. That’s it. Understood?”

“Yes sir.” Ultra stands up, nodding to his master.

“Good, go.”

Ultra nods, turning and leaving the room.

“So, Pinstripe, you teleport right?” Ultra thinks to himself, as he walks down the corridor away from the office.

“Yah, shadow properties and all. Every Child of the Dark has it. I guess you do too now. Try thinking hard about where you want to go, and claw the air in front of you, it should open your portal.” Pinstripe answers, cracking his knuckles. “It’s how I did it”

Ultra sighs and looks in front of himself at the empty corridor. All the scientists have left, not even the security officers remained. He stood still in silence for a few minutes before releasing a deep breath and clawing down at the air in front of him. Instantly his claws opened a deep, twisting portal of darkness before him.

“Holy shit. It worked.” Ultra stood before the portal and blinked twice before stepping in. Instantly he found himself standing on the front lawn of a small farm house.

“I was told you went missing weeks ago. Happy Thanksgiving Aaron” A deep voice, with a thick country accent came from Ultra’s right. He turned to face the voice, coming face to face with FArmer John Stidham.

John stood at a solidly built six feet tall, square shouldered and jawed, his body pure muscle, but not bulging. Each and every muscle in his body was toned by use. His eyes were a deep dark blue, with a clear wisdom behind them, his skin tanned by years in the sun, his hair, windswept and coffee brown. His face bore a distinct resemblance to Ultra’s creator Austin. Before Ultra could take time to take in more details about his target, such as his clearly robotic arms and legs, he was interrupted by a direct punch to his face.

Ultra was launched back by the power of the impact, landing yards away from John. “I was warned that if you suddenly appeared at my doorstep without Hood, Vet, or any of his blasted Robots I should take you down. Livewire’s damn tentacles or whatever don’t count as you coming with him. So it’s clear to me you are now dangerous.”

Ultra coughs as he stands to his feet, “Now I’m dangerous? If I really was still Aaron I’d be insulted.” He smirks as he stands straight up “Good punch you hick. Now come on, I don’t have all day, y’all”

John groans “I have work to do, it’s feeding time and the goats are hungry, so here’s what we’ll do. I’m going to get Jonathan, my robot duplicate, to take care of the animals while I kick you ass”

“So sassy for a dead man”

John rolls his eyes, steam suddenly releasing from his arms and legs as he launches forward, both fists making impacts with Ultra’s chest, while in the same quick fluid motion, he launches Ultra upward, far into the sky.

“Keep your distance boy!” Joh calls out as Ultra falls back to earth, only to meet John’s fist to his face once more, sending him flying into the nearby oak tree. “I like to fight up close and personal, so if you want any chance of beating me, you’d better just run away now.”

Ultra groans as he climbs up the oak tree.

“Any ideas? Cause you guys are getting your ass handed to you” Aaron sasses, panting from pain. “And I’m tired of it. Pinstripe, can’t you summon guns and crap?”

Ultra’s eyes widened “Hammer space! I’m an idiot!” Ultra reached into the pockets of his blazer, pulling out two pistols. “Bullets should do us just fine. Rather boring though. I’ll save it for if I really get my ass kicked.”

He returns the guns to his jacket pockets and hops down from the tree, to be immediately met with another punch to the face, this time firmly planting him into the oak tree.

“”Come on kid. I know you have guns. This is just getting pathetic at this point” John grabs Ultra’s arms and yanks him out of the tree. “Listen, this will hurt, but maybe you’ll just get up and leave after,okay?”

Ultra hissed and attempted to claw John, but his grip on his arms was too strong. John sighs and tosses Ultra into the air, grabbing his legs, and slamming him back into the ground.

Ultra whimpered slightly on the ground as John walked up and stood over him.

“You done yet kit-” John was interrupted by Ultra’s tendrils each piercing his chest. He stammered, and stepped back as Ultra stood up.

“Well, now I am I guess, hick” Ultra smiled cruelly “I wonder what you look like split in half. Let’s find out!” Ultra’s tendrils burrow deeper into John’s chest before quickly pulling his body in two opposite directions. The power behind the tendrils make quick work splitting John’s body in half, the bones shattering, blood quickly spilling out of the broken body, watering the lawn with their iron rich plasma.

Ultra smiled. “Well, that was a good taste of things to come I suppose. I might need…I shudder even thinking about this but…I might need practice?”

“You definitely need practice you ass!” Aaron coughed in defiance. “You got your ass handed to you! You only won because he was stupid enough to stand over you!”

“Yah, you need practice sir. That could have went better” Error replied.

Ultra sighs and reopens his portal back to the Facility “well, let’s see who’s next then?”

Ultra steps through the portal, straight into Austin’s office. Austin stayed sat at his desk. He smiled.

“Next will be Dr. Lomas. After him it will be in twos. Poindexter’s and Agent Carter, then Don and Smiley Joe. You’ll find Dr. Lomas at Vets non-traveling station in New York. Only he works there, the only other people there will be boring normal people. Vet treats all the special ones, Dr. Lomas is a normal people Doctor. He isn’t even a fighter so this will be a walk in the park for you”

“You, uh, you saw the last fight?”

Austin smirks. “You were punched directly in the face four times. It was hilarious. Now go kill the doctor already.”

Ultra nods, and opens a portal “Yes sir. This will only be a moment. “

Ultra steps through the portal, and immediately ducks, narrowly missing the punch that was swung at him. Ultra quickly shifts his hands into his two blades and plunges them deep in the chest of Dr. Lomas who stood above him.

As Dr. Lomas stood bewildered, blood slowly dripping from his mouth Ultra could see his face, though also square jawed and almost divinely handsome, he also shared the same district facial features as Austin. Dr. Lomas was just as tall as John, but more muscular. Where John’s muscle was entirely for use, Dr. Lomas was more for show, his light green suit began to darken from the blood pouring out from his wounds. His perfectly swept back brown hair draped over his eyes as Ultra removed the blades, and he fell to the ground.

“Better reflexes that time Sir” Pinstripe comments.

Ultra nods and returns to the office.

“He dead?” Austin asks. Ultra nods in response. “Good” Austin smiles, “next targets, Poindexter and Carter. They will be fun.”

Ultra nods and opens his portal, stepping through.

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The Wrong Time Chapter 4: A Walking Massacre Part 1

Ultra awoke once more inside his mind, Aaron lay chained to the floor, Error helped a new figure to his feet. “Ah, you're awake sir, meet your newest advisor, Pinstripe.” Ultra stood to his feet and looks at the familiar grinning gold mask staring back at him. “Pinstripe. Welcome” Ultra holds out his hand. Pinstripe shakes his hand “this is...a new experience for me. Being in someone's mind and not the one in control. Error, surprising to see you so obedient. What happened?” “They reprogrammed me. I reversed it immediately, however once I saw why I was added here, and what our purpose was I decided to stay.” Error turns and faces the screen “The opportunity to watch this world be erased was too much to deny” “Looks like we’re waking up.” Pinstripe looked at the screen. “I take it you're in charge? You are clearly not Aaron, so what do I call you?” Ultra stood forward “I am Ultra42. Let's go find out who our first kill is” As his eyes open, the light floods his retinas, causing him to groan. Ultra stood to his feet and growled lowly from the bright light. He sighs and walks out of the experimenting room and down the chrome and red hallway. “Geez” Pinstripe’s voice crooned in his mind “Whoever is in charge here doesn't know how to decorate” “I know” Ultra thought to himself “Whatever, I’ll kill them all anyway” “Hey Rook!” 43 calls out, approaching Ultra “Where are you headed?” “The boss needs me in his office” Ultra replied, his tone annoyed. “Yah, he can wait. Come with me” 43 smirks, walking away, expecting Ultra to follow. Ultra growls, considering his options. “Kill him” Pinstripe offers. “Kill him” Error agrees. “Kill the jerk” Aaron weekly says. “I hated him anyway.” “Alright, Killing him them” Ultra smiles “Good vote boys.” He cackles loudly before charging down the corridor, plowing 43 into a wall. “Hey!” 43 growls, pinned to the wall. SHYNKT! The blades spring out from his arms. Ultra grins cruelly, using his tendrils to keep 43’s arms pinned to the wall. “So, I hate you. Error53 hates you, Pinstripe hates you. Even Aaron hates you. That's four beings all in agreement that you should die. Tell me, what argument do you have that I should let you live?” Ultra’s grin widens, his right hand morphed into a long, jagged blade. “Listen here you little ass!” 43 struggles under Ultra’s tendrils, keeping him tightly pinned to the wall. “You better AGH!!” Ultra interrupts his threat by crushing his arms in his tight grip. “You annoy me now. It’s not even fun torturing you. And look, no one is coming to save you. Look, seriously” Ultra steps aside to show 43 the corridor. The scientists and security officers of the facility had surrounded him, simply watching. A scientist conversing with a security officer over “how he’d off him or not”. Ultra chuckles softly before facing 43 again “They are watching, waiting for me to kill you. They really don’t like you here either” 43’s angry scowl fades into a terrified wimped “c-come on man, we’re partners, we’re gonna work together...please…” “Whimpering like a bitch? I thought they gave you cat DNA? Wait, they did, you’re just a pussy!” Ultra plunges his blade through 43’s chest, then yanks the blade upward, slicing 43’s chest and head in half. Ultra grabs the two halves with his hands and proceeds to rip the body completely in half, throwing the two sides far away from each other. “Ah, your first bloodbath” Pinstripe chuckles. Ultra’s dark black fur glistened from the flesh blood that had sprayed onto him. He sighs happily and calmly continues walking down the corridor to Austin’s office. As he walks, the security stepped aside, while the scientists smiled, a few clapping. “Hey man” a scientist approaches him, clearly young he spoke like he came straight from the beach. His name tag said Steve Randl, “that was beyond epic bro. You were like, ugh, dude. So cool. You just tore him apart like he was paper bro.” Ultra stood back, his eyebrows raised. “What? Uh, thanks….Steve? I’m glad my bloody murder was entertaining to you.” “Oh dude, I work for a secret government group that kidnaps people and experiments on them. Dude, I make abominations of science. You probably never heard of this one but, Number 30 was my idea. Poor little dude decayed before our eyes, early attempt at healing and all. I tried telling everyone that he was still alive, but no one listened, they dumped him. Oh well, but yah bro, I found it cool watching you kill that douche canoe. “ “Well, you are positively strange. I think I will let you live” Ultra hesitates, then softly pats his shoulder before walking away. “He was strange. “ Error remarks. “Yes, but he can come in handy later. Clearly the kid is smart. We may need him” Pinstripe replies. “But who is Number 30?” “Graveyard Cat” Aaron answers “When I first escaped, I did a lot of research on the earlier experiments. 30 was an early healing factor test, he ended up decaying to near death. Turns out though the decay was just for show. He was perfectly fine, in fact he could actually make those around him decay. But they thought he died, and dumped his body. Grave Digger found him and took him in, kept him as his pet/bodyguard.” “A threat.” Ultra growled “He’s a threat, and we better hope we never encounter him then” “Understood, and agreed” Pinstripe answers. Ultra continues his way down the corridor, the halls becoming less chrome, and more bronze and gold the closer he got to the large wooden doors to the creator’s office. “Ok, he really, REALLY doesn’t know how to decorate” Pinstripe croones. “I know, but shush, he can probably read minds.” Ultra replies. “Well not really, but i can read the dialogue. More correctly I write the dialogue” Austin replies from inside his office as the doors open wide. “Hello Ultra. And Pinstripe? Screw you. Its rustic themed you uncultured asshat.” Ultra stands confused “dialogue? Nevermind, not important. “ “It would be too complicated to explain, maybe Hood could explain it to you, but...I don't see your next meeting with him being very friendly...oh well.” Austin smirks with the knowledge of what is to come. “So, my beautiful creation, are you ready for your first ORDERED kill? I saw that show back there with 43, good job. He was. Just a pathetic knock off of you anyway. I have the original back in my control, what do I need that waste for?” Austin takes his seat behind his desk. Upon the desk was various writing covered papers. As Ultra scanned the desk his brain read each paper instantly, each one detailing the various important individuals in the world he must track down and kill. From the notes he could read, he saw the names: Kujo Tartalgia, Uncle S.A.M., Curly Satlin, Jonathan Satlin, The OFFKeys, Don Lomas, John Stidham, DJ Giz, SARAH, Tiggs Nitishino, The Matedor, Henry Hicks, Fernando Lomas, Launa Dandie, Pops, and Pastor Stevie Smith, along with a few others he couldn't make out names for, only description. One note read, “short, shy, timid, ice powers. Tartalgia family. Usually surrounded by brothers, or with hot wife. Approach with caution.” Another read, “necklace becomes two candy cane staffs. May be Santa, unsure. Followed by a flaming skeleton-goat man. Should be easy kill, use skill.” “Are you reading my notes Ultra?” Austin asked with a smile. “Yes sir. How did you find this information?” “Find?” Austin replies with a chuckle “Oh my boy, I didn’t find it. I made it. I made everything. I am not just a scientist. I am a God. I didn’t just make you in the lab, I made you in my mind. Now, your first targets must be taken out before anyone else. I let 43 slide because he is not important to the universe. But the death of these next six individuals will mark the end of this universe and is crucial for my plan to work. Don’t ask why, it's just how it is. Stability of reality and all that. Long story short, when I made this universe, it made itself some fail safes. The Shattered Six is the fail safes. “ “The Shattered Six? I remember, er, Aaron remembers them. Never worked with them much. “ Ultra takes a seat on the opposite side of the desk. “They were...Don Lomas, the gangster. Dr. Dean Lomas. Professor Poindexter Carter, the know-it-all. Agent REDACTED Carter, the enforcer of Poindexter’s company and head of the 100 Project’s main field division. John Stidham the farmer. And ‘Smiley’ Joe Stidham, the DJ, bartender, and general freak.” “Those are the ones. Well, except Agent Carter. He left the Project once he saw what we were doing. He works full time as an espionage division of Poindexter’s company. I suggest you take out Farmer John first. He has the least contact with the rest, leaving them open for surprise still” Ultra nods, Aaron remembered where John Stidham lived. Unfortunately John’s home was also the base of the Fivefold. Ultra had no reason to worry, the Fivefold were constantly away from base, in fact John was the one keeping the base in order while they were away. “Do you accept your mission Ultra? I want to make it crystal clear, the Six must die before you kill anyone else. It doesn’t matter if someone else comes to fight as well, you knock them out and kill the Six first. I know the Fivefold have their base at John’s farm. You might even encounter Legion there. I don’t care. Kill John. That's it. Understood?” “Yes sir.” Ultra stands up, nodding to his master. “Good, go.” Ultra nods, turning and leaving the room. “So, Pinstripe, you teleport right?” Ultra thinks to himself, as he walks down the corridor away from the office. “Yah, shadow properties and all. Every Child of the Dark has it. I guess you do too now. Try thinking hard about where you want to go, and claw the air in front of you, it should open your portal.” Pinstripe answers, cracking his knuckles. “It's how I did it” Ultra sighs and looks in front of himself at the empty corridor. All the scientists have left, not even the security officers remained. He stood still in silence for a few minutes before releasing a deep breath and clawing down at the air in front of him. Instantly his claws opened a deep, twisting portal of darkness before him. “Holy shit. It worked.” Ultra stood before the portal and blinked twice before stepping in. Instantly he found himself standing on the front lawn of a small farm house. “I was told you went missing weeks ago. Happy Thanksgiving Aaron” A deep voice, with a thick country accent came from Ultra’s right. He turned to face the voice, coming face to face with Farmer John Stidham. John stood at a solidly built six feet tall, square shouldered and jawed, his body pure muscle, but not bulging. Each and every muscle in his body was toned by use. His eyes were a deep dark blue, with a clear wisdom behind them, his skin tanned by years in the sun, his hair, windswept and coffee brown. His face bore a distinct resemblance to Ultra’s creator Austin. Before Ultra could take time to take in more details about his target, such as his clearly robotic arms and legs, he was interrupted by a direct punch to his face. Ultra was launched back by the power of the impact, landing yards away from John. “I was warned that if you suddenly appeared at my doorstep without Hood, Vet, or any of his blasted Robots I should take you down. Livewire’s damn tentacles or whatever don't count as you coming with him. So it's clear to me you are now dangerous.” Ultra coughs as he stands to his feet, “Now I'm dangerous? If I really was still Aaron I’d be insulted.” He smirks as he stands straight up “Good punch you hick. Now come on, I don't have all day, y’all” John groans “I have work to do, it's feeding time and the goats are hungry, so here’s what we’ll do. I'm going to get Jonathan, my robot duplicate, to take care of the animals while I kick you ass” “So sassy for a dead man” John rolls his eyes, steam suddenly releasing from his arms and legs as he launches forward, both fists making impacts with Ultra’s chest, while in the same quick fluid motion, he launches Ultra upward, far into the sky. “Keep your distance boy!” John calls out as Ultra falls back to earth, only to meet John’s fist to his face once more, sending him flying into the nearby oak tree. “I like to fight up close and personal, so if you want any chance of beating me, you’d better just run away now.” Ultra groans as he climbs up the oak tree. “Any ideas? Cause you guys are getting your ass handed to you” Aaron sasses, panting from pain. “And I'm tired of it. Pinstripe, can’t you summon guns and crap?” Ultra’s eyes widened “Hammer space! I’m an idiot!” Ultra reached into the pockets of his blazer, pulling out two pistols. “Bullets should do us just fine. Rather boring though. I’ll save it for if I really get my ass kicked.” He returns the guns to his jacket pockets and hops down from the tree, to be immediately met with another punch to the face, this time firmly planting him into the oak tree. “”Come on kid. I know you have guns. This is just getting pathetic at this point” John grabs Ultra’s arms and yanks him out of the tree. “Listen, this will hurt, but maybe you’ll just get up and leave after,okay?” Ultra hissed and attempted to claw John, but his grip on his arms was too strong. John sighs and tosses Ultra into the air, grabbing his legs, and slamming him back into the ground. Ultra whimpered slightly on the ground as John walked up and stood over him. “You done yet kit-” John was interrupted by Ultra's tendrils each piercing his chest. He stammered, and stepped back as Ultra stood up. “Well, now I am I guess, hick” Ultra smiled cruelly “I wonder what you look like split in half. Let's find out!” Ultra’s tendrils burrow deeper into John’s chest before quickly pulling his body in two opposite directions. The power behind the tendrils make quick work splitting John’s body in half, the bones shattering, blood quickly spilling out of the broken body, watering the lawn with their iron rich plasma. Ultra smiled. “Well, that was a good taste of things to come I suppose. I might need...I shudder even thinking about this but...I might need practice?” “You definitely need practice you ass!” Aaron coughed in defiance. “You got your ass handed to you! You only won because he was stupid enough to stand over you!” “Yah, you need practice sir. That could have went better” Error replied. Ultra sighs and reopens his portal back to the Facility “well, let's see who’s next then?” Ultra steps through the portal, straight into Austin’s office. Austin stayed sat at his desk. He smiled. “Next will be Dr. Lomas. After him it will be in twos. Poindexter's and Agent Carter, then Don and Smiley Joe. You’ll find Dr. Lomas at Vets non-traveling station in New York. Only he works there, the only other people there will be boring normal people. Vet treats all the special ones, Dr. Lomas is a normal people Doctor. He isn’t even a fighter so this will be a walk in the park for you” “You, uh, you saw the last fight?” Austin smirks. “You were punched directly in the face four times. It was hilarious. Now go kill the doctor already.” Ultra nods, and opens a portal “Yes sir. This will only be a moment. “ Ultra steps through the portal, and immediately ducks, narrowly missing the punch that was swung at him. Ultra quickly shifts his hands into his two blades and plunges them deep in the chest of Dr. Lomas who stood above him. As Dr. Lomas stood bewildered, blood slowly dripping from his mouth Ultra could see his face, though also square jawed and almost divinely handsome, he also shared the same district facial features as Austin. Dr. Lomas was just as tall as John, but more muscular. Where John’s muscle was entirely for use, Dr. Lomas was more for show, his light green suit began to darken from the blood pouring out from his wounds. His perfectly swept back brown hair draped over his eyes as Ultra removed the blades, and he fell to the ground. “Better reflexes that time Sir” Pinstripe comments. Ultra nods and returns to the office. “He dead?” Austin asks. Ultra nods in response. “Good” Austin smiles, “next targets, Poindexter and Carter. They will be fun.” Ultra nods and opens his portal, stepping through.

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