#henry stickmin fanfaction

[eluminium]

Uh oh it’s a debate! (Fic)

Well uh, I’ve been dead for half a year. But now I’m back! Schools been a bitch but Summer break is here and I’ve written something out! Lets watch two idiots argue! Tracy Spacey belongs to @reginaldcopperbottom go follow them and Lucien Rousselle belongs to @quec-two follow her too

"Conductor, with all due respect, what will we gain from this plan?"

The varying tone of the Council Members' voice felt like acid in the Conductor's ears and the pressure inside her skull only increased. Elg felt a simmering irritation nip under her skin and she swore that she just popped a blood vessel. The sleek figure of her biggest rival, Tracy Spacey, stood with arms crossed across the table, unyielding in their questioning. A predominant frown showed their dislike, along with their stiff but straight posture. The air in Elg's lungs left in a huff, and the soft padding of her fingers traced her temples in circles.

"Didn't the older members of our honorable council teach you that you should never play all your cards on one possibility?" Elg challenge as her eyes traveled over the quarreling Council Member.

"Of course they did and that is why I am objecting to this self-destructive plan." Tracy fired back, a harsh glare treating Elg's larger form as she did theirs.

"To hide a large portion of our loot from our ally is only going to inspire mistrust Conductor, and for someone who fought so hard to establish it, I find it strange you'd risk it based on unfounded paranoia." They continued with a small smirk resting on their lips, the smugness leaking off their words.

Elg's lips were sealed while her form rose from her seat, the wooden chair digging into her hand. Her head lolled to the side, not unlike a curious dog.

"Unfounded paranoia? Mind elaborating on that?" She questioned, her fingers tightening around the rim of the chair.

"Tell me, do we have any reason to not trust The Masqueraiders and their leadership?" They spoke while their legs carried them towards the nearest window, gloved hands moving from gripping the other arm to gripping each other behind their back.

"There is no evidence of backstabbing after all." They continued.

"At the moment...Yes, there is no evidence of betrayal from our ally" The Conductor admitted through grit teeth, feeling the annoyance bubble in her veins as her eyes bore into the Council Member.

A satisfied sneer sneaked onto their face as their body twirled around to meet Elgs, displaying a feeling of victory and command despite standing a fair distance away from the Conductor.

"Then why are we having this debate in the first place? Order the Metallics to cease the transfer-"

The chasm that leaked words abruptly stopped as their gaze locked onto the finger that rose into the air, signifying them to shut up. A simple gesture for most, but those used to debates with the Conductor, it's a warning. Tracy felt a similar rage seething in their veins as the Conductor, but they chose to obey, crossing their arms with a grunt and a glare. They were however curious of what her counter would be.

Elg, satisfied with Tracy's silence, spoke.

"You are correct by saying there is no evidence of dishonesty from our ally-"

A snobbish glint danced in their eyes as they kept eye contact with Elg. In response, Elg's feet carried her forwards, closing the gap between them ever so slightly.

"-But have you forgotten what world we operate in Council Member?" She continued sharply while her steps danced closely to Tracy's personal space. Tracy felt their body react by taking a step back, and their arms sneaked back into a defensive position.

"I don't follow your line of thinking, Conductor" They rumbled as a counter, their asphalt-colored gaze hardening as they were locked with Elg's sharp ocean blue eyes.

With a confident step forward, and a small squeak from Tracy as their personal space was breached, Elg felt a dark chuckle escape her lungs.

"We're criminals, Council Member. We operate in a space where betrayal is rewarded greatly, and so are the Masqueraiders. Yes, they might not plan to betray us now, but in the future? Anything is possible. Besides, they might be planning to stab us in the back right now, we just haven't noticed."

For a split second, the room was silent. Not a single sarcasm-filled sound bounced off the metal walls. The only noises either of their ears could pick up were their own and the other's breathing. The space between them barely existed, their chests squished up against each other. Despite Tracy slightly outclassing Elg in height, Elg's more bulky form made them look quite small pressed up against her. The stillness continued. Tracy's mind drew a blank, Elg waited for a response.

But as the clock in Tracy's pocket ticked, both their gazes averted and both moved back a step, with the Conductor doing it calmly while the Council Members step was more panicky. Despite this, Elg quickly reestablished eye contact, refusing to look away until Tracy gave them an answer. Tracy, in their turn, fumbled a bit.

"D-Don't you think I know that?!" They spat out, flustered, while their body moved into a guarded stance. Their spine was erected and their foot hit the floor repeatedly.

"Well, If you did maybe you wouldn't be so naive!" Elg snarled back angrily, the rage in her blood starting to boil over. Both their tones drowned the room in toxicity.

"Don't patronize me, Conductor! I'm not a fucking child!"

"Stop acting like one then!"

"Oh, I could say the same to you! You're putting the stability of our alliance in peril because of some childish fear!"

"Why do you even care so much?! You were one of the biggest opponents of said alliance in the beginning! You fought tooth and bloody nail to prevent it, constantly calling me a false conductor who doesn't care about her people! And now that I'm actually prioritizing the Bowties you fucking fight me on it! What happened?!"

Their feet shifted their balance to their toes as a preventive scoff left them. Their body kept dragging in itself.

"It doesn't matter! People are allowed to change their god damn opinions Conductor!"

Suddenly, something clicked in the Conductors head, and her stare once again traveled over the huffing Council Member. The defensive position, the avoidance of the question, the almost fearful tone in their voice, bouncing around in her ear...

"You gotta be kidding me" She muttered spitefully, her stare turning into a glare.

"Wha-?" Tracy started but was caught off guard by the Conductors' sudden change in volume.

"It's that wasp-looking guy isn't it?! Lucien Rousselle, right?!" She raised her voice, the sound of fury echoing.

"W-What about him?! What the hell are you on?!" Tracy spluttered, a red heat traveling through their cheeks.

"Don't play dumb with me you clock-obsessed moron! It's so obvious even I can see it! I see the looks you give him! You're prioritizing your dainty little feelings over the safety of our faction!" Elg roared, the stomp of her steps slowly approaching Tracy once again.

"U-Uh n-no! That's not true! Uhm...uh...but but BUT WHAT ABOUT WEASLEY? YOU TWO ARE CLOSE! DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK HE'D BETRAY YOU? YOU THINK HE'S JUST ANOTHER LUIGRA?!" Tracy bit back, panic rushing through their bones. They HAD to change the topic, and fast. Even if it meant hitting some weak spots.

Now it was Elg's turn to be completely bewildered. Her footsteps ground to a halt as she was forced to recalibrated her brain.

"What the...What?! Just because we're close and work together doesn't mean I'd sacrifice the safety of my fellow Bowties! And don't you DARE compare him to that...that greedy blue-haired fucker!" Elg stuttered out, confusion and anger dribbling off her voice.

"Well, maybe you should ACT like it then you daft idiot!"

"Hah! Rich for you to say love bird!"

"S-Shut up! I'm not in love with a fucking economics minister! You tried to teach Weasley how to play fucking POOL yesterday!"

"That has nothing to do with ANYTHING-"

"Oh doesn't it-?!"

"Conduta' Elg?"

Both of their mouths clamped shut as that familiar Arabic voice filled the room.

"Y...Yeah, Aynan?" Elg huffed out, completely out of breath from the shouting match.

"We nee' to le'ave tha' area soon, ya nee' to prepa' tha' train" He continued, his words soft and delicate like a cloud.

"Yes, yes of course. I'll head out now" Elg responded, her body taking her towards the door like she was on autopilot, with her Young Soul waiting outside.

Before she left the room, she once again stared into Tracy's thundercloud-like eyes. They were both gasping a bit, exhausted from the dispute turned screaming match. She was met by anger, confusion, and fear. Her own sky blue gaze showed similar emotions. From this, both of them knew this debate was far from over, and that they'd clash again one day soon.

#bowtie bastards #elg the conductor #aynan daher #my writing #tracy spacey #fanfaction #tw arguing #tw betrayal #henry stickmin fanfaction #thsc #oc

[kristalkitsunedesigns]

Melody Alabaster, the leader of the Capche Society

#henry stickmin #henry stickmin oc #fanfaction

[toppatrecruit]

may i present,,,

clown man??

#.art #fanfaction #citrus the clown #clownminals #henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin oc

[mizu-melon]

I just realized I never posted about the Henry Stickmin fanfaction I made. Time to change that!

Introducing: The Mafiore

They’re a mafia style faction with a plant theme that run a larger-than-average flower shop as a front, much like what real life mafias do. They steal stuff (like any other criminal organization would), but they also do other crimes (extortion, fraud, probably something involving weed, etc.).

Back in the day, also known as the 1840s, some guy made a flower shop... but he wasn’t any profit from it. So he and his friends turned to a life of crime, and the rest is history!

And here are the designs of the current leader, and her bodyguard. Not sure what to say for this part, it’s just art stuff.

And that’s about the basics of it! If you wanna ask about them, ask away and I’ll try my best to answer!

#henry stickmin #henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin oc #fanfaction #mafiore #alma nespoli #morgan pettigrew

[eluminium]

Raid (hehe fanfic)

So i made a Masqueraiders (belongs to @reginaldcopperbottom) fanfic because i could. Yes it’s about 3k words. This one has been a long time in the making and I’m happy i finally got it done!

Please enjoy!

A groan escaped his throat as the car sent vibrations throughout his tired body. This was 100% not his day.

Scratch that, this was 100% not his week.

Although he knew that from the glorious hour he rose from his bed, with soreness traveling down his spine like a waterslide. These past days had been hell for the department, with criminal organizations raiding places left, right, and center. Good sleep was a rarity, and many fellow cops were falling asleep by their desks, only to be woken up by a call to action. And now it was his turn to deal with these crooks.

"The museum of Geology...A prime raiding target for any thief with common sense" mumbled his partner while taking a turn.

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock..." was his grumpy response. 

"Who do you think it is this time?" his partner joked.

"I bet on the Crownminals, from what we got these thieves are well organized, and that's their brand"

"That makes sense, although could always be Toppats too. Y'know one time-"

As the words kept spilling out of his partner's mouth, his eyes wandered afield, out towards the rearview mirror. A fog gathered in his eyes as the blinking red and blue lights burrowed into him and the world around him faded a bit. Maybe he could get some quality sleep after this. Just gotta take out these criminals and then drop dead like a ragdoll. God, some good sleep was gonna be heavenly, he could almost feel the plushness of his bed calling out to him.

"We're..he...re! ...Hel..lo? yo..u the..re?"

So soft...He could almost pretend...

"Dude! You there?"

"Ugh, yeah yeah I'm here, stop snapping your fingers in my face" he murmured angrily as his feet touched the ground outside the car. 

The cold metal of his pistol dug into his hand. The museum and everything around it was engulfed in chaos. He picked up on various orders coming from colleagues, but it didn't seem to contain the animalistic anarchy around them.

A tired breath flowed out of his lips, this was not gonna be simple or coordinated, was it? Welp, better just get a good position and-

The ground rumbled angrily as an explosion tore through the museum. His body swayed violently as screams echoed in his ears.

"Shit! They need backup! C'mon, don't just stand there!"

Before he could even respond, a tight grip had grasped his shirt and his body was traveling faster than his mind. Dear lord, the guy was fast! In through the entrance, through the gunfire, people people people screaming loud loud-

SLAM!

The door's impact echoed in his ears as his mind tried to catch up with whatever the fuck just happened. The sleep deprivation wasn't helping at all.

"What...the HELL...did just happen?"

"Oh, sorry dude, went a bit too fast there!" his partner cheered.

"You could say that again..." he grumbled.

His disapproving stare tore through his partner, who could only respond by scratching the back of his neck with sweat dripping down his face. So awkward he was, with his apologetic smile and soft-looking face- Nope, that was NOT what he was gonna focus on. 

They stayed locked in that position, staring at each other stiffly until the sound of someone clearing their throat reached their ears. Both their gazes turned towards this new presence.

"Hello gentlemen, thank you for finally noticing us!" A masked fellow cheered.

His lips remained sealed as his gaze wandered over the man. The man's mask seemed to resemble two shining suns, and a well-kept sun hat covered up his head, even though it was mid-October. His arms, however, were tied up with a rope across his stomach. But even then, a bright and shrewish smile adorned his face.

"Alright, you can stop starring at me now pig, It was way more entertaining to watch you two play gay chicken."

What.

"Agh! N-No, we weren't! I-I'm not even gay!" his partner exclaimed with embarrassment.

Suddenly, a strange protectiveness surged through his veins. His feet moved before his mind did, and he unexpectedly found himself between his partner and these fowl mask people.

"Oh yeah, that kid is definitely gay. Maybe the grump is gay too. Mad respect." the masked man chuckled to someone behind him.

He felt his face morph into a sneer as flustered squeaks clawed their way out of his partner's throat. His eyes turned to the woman behind the masked man, and they narrowed as he noticed more masked people tied up behind them. 

This had to be a temporary cell, and these are its inmates. A bunch of weird...mask people.

Wait.

Mask people...Mask thieves? No that couldn't be right. Mask heisters? Maskings? Mask sneakers? Masquerade raiders? No that was stupid no-one in their right mind would choose that-

"Hey, big guy~"

He quickly snapped away from his thoughts with all his attention focused on the masked lady. Her hair was long and slightly curly, with the texture of the darkest night in December. Although, there were spots of color too. A purple crown with a white moon rested on her raven head. She was, factually, a beauty.

But something about that...seductive tone made his skin crawl, and not in a good way. More in an 'i'll pay you to never speak to me like that again' way.

"Are you a parking ticket? 'Cause you got fine written all over you~"

Nope. Nope nope nope nope ew NO.

His mind was blank, and he looked like a fish out of water. It felt like disgusting bugs were crawling around inside his skin. Wait, was she wiggling her hips-?

"Dude? You online?"

He snapped back to reality and averted his stare. That was his partner. Right he still had a job to do. Criminals first, thinking about why he felt so uncomfortable with a woman flirting with him later. Luckily for him, a name got caught in his brainwaves.

He turned back towards the masked woman, his face stitched into a more serious expression.

"Masqueraiders correct?" he questioned with a head tilt.

The masked lass took a second to compose herself. Her purple gloved hand reached up and pushed her just as purple star marked mask back into place. It only took a single glance at the cop's "serious" face for her resolve to break, and the laughter burst out of her mouth like a botched dam. 

"PffFFFFF HAHAHAHA! Y-Yeah, we are the MasqurAIDHHERERESSS! OH MY GOD, AIEDEN! LOOK AT HIS FACE!"

The gaze of the sun mask fellow, which had settled on his slightly less flustered partner, turned to him. And the cackling flowed out of his mouth not long after.

"ASTRA HE LOOKS LIKE A BABY WITH A BEARD! HOLY FUCK I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS! I THOUGHT BEARDS WERE SUPPOSED TO MAKE YOU LOOK OLDER NOT YOUNGER! COPS TRY TO MARKET THEMSELVES AS SCARY BUT, I AM POSITIVELY DYING-"

Ouch, that was a hit to the ego. The expression of seriousness faltered a little bit as his gaze turned to the ground. Wow, was he letting these crooks get under his skin?

Yes, he was.

He was tired! What can he say?

The laughter kept echoing in his ears for a bit, really destroying any hubris he had beforehand. The feeling of his partner's worried stare really didn't help. It actually made it more embarrassing. If this was 100% not his day before, now it was 150% not his day. The flow in his brain had practically stopped as he tried to reboot his thinking process. Okay, okay, he's got this. Just gotta-

An abrupt and intense movement in front of his eyes caused the mental reboot to speedrun through the last stages. The click of a gun bounced between the walls of the room, and the mocking laughter ceased abruptly. He couldn't make out the faces of the tied up convicts who mocked him or see them at all, for that matter, because his partner's body was standing protectively between him and the Masqueraiders. Well wasn't this familiar? I guess bros gotta protect bros. He didn't have to see it with his bare eyes to know that there was a gun pointed at the crooks. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife.

"Hey, dudes, ladies, and thudes. Didn't we all learn that you should treat the police with an ounce of respect when we were younger?"

His partner's voice was smooth as a bead, yet it still possessed that edge of "dudebro" that was so unique to him. It was such a lovely song to his ears. God, what he would do to hear it more...

His head quickly swung side to side as if he was trying to shake that thought out of his head. No homo, no homo. Right?

The still but tense air that settled after his partners' words broke with a snort and some giggles. 

"Oh? Mind filling me in on the joke dude?" his partner quipped while the gun clattered in his hands.

"Don't you hear it lad?" The sun-masked fellow whose name apparently was Aieden responded confidently. Well, confidently when you consider that there was a gun in his face.

"Hear what?"

Now that he mentioned it, there seemed to be footsteps approaching their little hideaway spot. Very quick yet...heavy steps. Oh fuck. Could it be-?!

"Get down-!"

He felt his hand instinctively clutch the sleeve of his partner before they made contact with the hard floor. The seconds ticked on, and on, and on.

CRASH!

"HOLY FUCK-"

The wall by their side crumbled into pieces as an unstoppable force smashed into it. He felt the fabric of his partner's sleeve crack as he dragged them both out of the way of this brute.

"Freeze! This is-"

The gun rattled in his hands, his eyes dilated with fear. Because now he saw this person, this giant, clearly. Holy mother of God.

The man in front of him bore clothes in brilliant green and black. On his face rested a mysterious black mask that only covered one half, and a white spot resembling an eye covered the spot on the mask where his actual eye would be. Emerald green boots, teeth sharp as stalactites... 

And this fowl criminal was enormous. He dwarfed everybody else in that little supply closet, probably standing at around 7 feet tall! Jesus Christ, was he dealing with crooks or actual mythical beings?!

Luckily for him though, this gigantic force of nature didn't seem to pay any attention to his intimidation attempt. He seemed more focused on freeing his fellow Masqueraiders from their imprisonment, the leaf color feathers on his hat bouncing side to side. 

"There ya' are Ricardo! I'm surprised it took this long!"

He knew he couldn't go up against a beast like that. He'd get pummeled into the ground and lose every tooth he had left. His gaze wandered back to his partner's still face as he tried to think up a plan. A slight panic flowed down his spine when he noticed that his partner wasn't moving, but a quick check revealed that his heartbeat was strong and his soft breathing still there. Must have been knocked out...

He felt his arm reach for a spare curtain that was discarded next to them, and soon his partner rested under it, hidden from view. It was best to keep him secured until he woke up again.

As he observed the big green man whose name was Ricardo do his big green man things, a sudden flash of vibrant red caught his gaze. Someone had rushed past the big hole in the wall, someone clad in crimson. There was no doubt about it. It had to be the Masqueraiders leader himself, Sylvester Wesley. He knew it had to be him. And if he could capture their leader, maybe he could gain an advantage over these masks who mocked him. Although maybe it wasn't Wesley, maybe there was another red-clad mask bastard. But even then, capturing any Masqueraider would be a victory at this point. His pride was on the line after all!

He glanced back at his partner, still unconscious. A seed of doubt grew in his chest, should he really leave his partner like this? After everything that had happened...

Once again, his head bounced side to side. No, he had to do this. He had to apprehend SOMEONE. His partner would be fine, he just had to be! He was hidden, they'd never find him, right? He made his decision. It was time to round up some criminals.

Yet, the feeling of doubt and worry only grew stronger as he sneaked out through the hole made by the giant. Was he doing the right thing? Is this justice? To leave an unconscious man vulnerable? He didn't know, but he pushed those thoughts to the side as he spotted the red-clad criminal again. He seemed to be rounding up the last of their loot, with a big potato sack slung over his shoulder. It was certain now, that was the Masqueraiders leader himself. The black mask and red hat gave it away.

He cleared his throat before once again pointing his weapon at the crook.

"Freeze! Police!"

He met the gaze of the black-masked man and expected to meet a pair of eyes drowned in confusion. Yet all he could spot was a slight hint of surprise and then a kind of...playful mockery. A very familiar sight by now. 

"Catch me if you can!" The Masqueraiders leader sang out as he bolted down the hallway with the goods.

He took off after him, uselessly chasing the nimble and quick Wesley. Gunshots echoed off the walls as he unleashed a salvo aimed at the leader, yet all the shots either missed or were reflected by the skilled swordsman's weapon. Every bullet, no matter where he aimed. Time after time after time again, nothing seemed to be hitting this disgustingly fast weasel. Frustration boiled in his guts, come on now! He was so tantalizingly close to regaining his dignity and getting revenge on the Masqueraiders. Yet still NOTHING!

A roar of anger escaped him, his feet moving even faster. All he got back from Wesley was a coy grin and just...the most punchable expression ever.

"Hah! You're way too slow, ever considered hitting the gym?!" 

"Shut up!"

"You're not my dad so you can't tell me what to doooo~"

He was gonna crack Wesleys skull open like a watermelon. He was gonna do it, nothing could stop him from squeezing that stupid overconfident head in like a pimple. And he actually seemed to be closing in on him! His gun had run out of ammo by now, but he was hot on his heels now!

Wait, was he deliberately slowing down? Was Wesley running slower to ridicule him even more? Oh, this motherfucker...

He was laser-focused now, not considering where his feet were taking him. So when he ran into an open exhibit, he didn't notice the danger lurking by the stage lights. He just wanted to commit some nice ol' murder on the man who kept taunting him.

"Veronica! Now!"

But that, that stopped him a bit. What? Was Wesley calling for backup? But, there's nobody here. Or is there? Wait who was Veronica? He followed Wesley's gaze and noticed a lady dressed in purple sitting by one of the stage lights. She had a very similar mask to the big green-

He couldn't see any more details of her, or see at all for that matter. A scream clawed its way out of his lungs, his eyes feeling like they were burning. His body swayed from side to side, and his sweaty hands were covering his eyes. The empty gun clattered to the floor. That bitch, she'd used the stage light like a flashbang! The force against his face provided by his hands harshened, trying to block out as much as he could.

"Oh, how the turntables turn!"

He felt Wesley's presence next to him, teasing him. Oh, he wanted nothing more than to beat his ass, but he couldn't get his hands off his face without causing worse pain. An angry gurgle was what he gave in response.

"Aw, how cute. Did you really think you could catch the great Sylvester Wesley? One of the sneakiest sneakers who have ever sneaked? With your rancid vibes? Don't make me laugh! Or well, I'm already laughing, so jokes on you!" Ugh, that dumb tone...

"I can't believe you managed- What Veronica? ...Aw come on can't I just mess with him a little more? Yeah yeah, I know there's probably- Veronica can you make a little exception- OKAY okay FINE I'll knock him out and we'll leave with the loot. You owe me a pop tart now."

"Toooo deee looo turtle, have fun in dreamland!"

Before he could even fight back, something hard impacted the side of his head. He was swallowed up by the sweet release of unconsciousness, something he'd been craving all day. The last thing he knew was the cold feel of the floor, and the faint sound of footsteps burrowing into his ear.

Darkness...A rumbling noise of somebody talking to him...He slowly felt himself returning to the land of the awake, a killer pain pounding in his head. The first thing he sees when he opens his eyes is his partner with a few bandages tied around his head. He talked, and talked, and talked. He looked kinda cute like this, hair all fluffed up and features so soft. But he's talking too fast for him to pick anything up.

Although all those thoughts disappear when he notices something on his stomach. His hand closes around the object, his partner's worried squawks becoming nothing but background noise. It was a black velvet mask.

He couldn't take his gaze off it, it was locked to this replica of Wesley's famous mask. As his partner finally got a grip on him and started carrying him out of the destroyed museum, there was only one thought on his mind.

"I'll get that bastard, I'll throw him behind bars myself."

#the masqueraiders #henry stickmin #henry stickmin fanfaction #sylvester wesley #veronica johanna #ricardo rich #cw gun mention #cw police #my writing #fanfic #fanfaction #3k words #thsc #the henry stickmin collection #oh wow this one took a while #jeez #i hope its good

[eluminium]

Raiding the Train, Unique Endings

So uh, me and @reginaldcopperbottom​ (creator of the Masqueraiders) were thinking about making a kind of trilogy where Henry doesn’t go after the Toppats after StD. Instead he goes after the Bowtie Bastards (RtT basically replaces ItA) and then the Masqueraiders (StS replaces FtC). Then you have a type of CtM game called Accomplishing the Task, where you can choose endings from RtT and StS. Here are the endings for Raiding the Train plus an introduction. These aren’t fully set in stone yet however, and might change with time. Btw the Crownminals belongs to @charles-calvin-fanclub

The introduction - It's a bit after Henry has stolen the Tunisian Diamond and he's living a surprisingly comfortable life for once. But one day a bunch of criminals known as the Bowtie Bastards steals the precious jewel from him! Determined to show these stupid Bowties who they're messing with, he gathers his gear to go get his tressure back, and maybe even more. Although right before he leaves he gets two messages. One is from The Government.

They say they've learned about the Diamonds abduction and offer him a deal. If he assists them with recovering a very skilled and important helicopter pilot as well as important data from the Bowties archives, they'll drop all charges against him and let him keep the diamond.

The second message is from a criminal organization known as The Crownminals. They tell Henry that they'll help him reclaim his tressure if he joins their team later. They have some...personal business with the Bowtie Bastards, they say.

The first choice is presented. Government, Crownminals, or Independent. This is the option that decides the paths you can take. Here they are in order.

Government - Henry chooses to help the Government in retrieving Charles and the documents. He meets up with Galeforce who explains the situation and gives him a shit ton of tools to use for the operation. Henry manages to make his way to the hostage cells relatively sneakily and sees  Charles locked up in a cell. Here's where there's a split path. Henry can either chose to Free Charles and continue on their mission to get the documents or Abandon Charles to gather up more riches for himself, consequently ending his agreement with the Government.

If Henry chooses to Free Charles the two of them continue on the mission as a duo, ending with Henry safely returning everything needed to Galeforce. During their escape/semi heist, they run into Conductor Elg, who chases them until the Government delivers backup. By completing his part of the deal he earns a pardon, the Tunisian Diamond, and gets to keep the extra riches he stole from the Bowtie Bastards. He also gains a certain amount of trust within the Government, which could be very useful in the future... *wink* *wink*

Ending name: Backed-up Billionaire

If Henry chooses to Abandon Charles, he heads off to loot the Bowties with the Governments equipment. They don't notice until it's too late and Henry is already making off with the riches, having severely hurt Conductor Elg in the process. He's now richer than ever, but he's made the Bowtie Bastards and The Government his enemies.

Ending name: Backstabbing Billionaire

Crownminals - If Henry chooses to team up with the Crownminals they meet up with him at a specified location and explain their plan to him. After being filled in on his role he's given a beautiful Crown to signal his new position, and the raid starts. Henry sneaks in while the Crowns provide distractions and assistance when needed. He manages to hurt several important members during his run and even comes face to face with Conductor Elg. Henry cannot defeat the Conductor head-on with the tools he's got but he uses one of her attacks to send himself and the stolen goods to safety. After reporting his success to the Crownminal leader Luigra he's welcomed into the Crowns with open arms.

Ending name: Crownverted

Independent - If Henry chooses to ignore both the Government and the Crownminals, he'll attack the Bowtie Bastards all on his own. He uses his famous scooter to get there and starts his assault. Very early on he can choose if he wants to be violent or sneaky. This is another split path.

If Henry chooses the violent option, he'll tear through the Bowtie Bastards with no mercy, causing huge damage to the faction. After having looted everything he could find and had a big fight with Conductor Elg, Young Soul Aynan, and Old Soul Frank, he leaves without a second thought. The Bowtie Bastards survive but are weakened by Henry's attack, and they might be considered easy picking by other factions.

Ending name - Ruthless Reclaimer

If Henry chooses to be a sneaky stick, he'll creep through the train without causing any physical harm. Although when he reaches the Tunisian Diamonds location, Conductor Elg is waiting for him. Turns out they knew he was here as soon as he crawled into the vents. But instead of kicking his ass, Elg offers him to become one of them, a Bowtie Bastard. I mean, he had fun sneaking through the train right? And the rich life is kinda boring in comparison right? So why not join them? After thinking over Elg's words, he chooses to join.

Ending name: Bastard Time!

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Raiding the Train: Endings

Hello Hello and welcome to all the endings for my Henry Stickmin Fanfaction, The Bowtie Bastards and their game Raiding the Train! All these endings are based on the endings gotten in Completing the Mission. 

WARNING! SPOILERS ARE COMING UP! IF YOU HAVE NOT PLAYED COMPLETING THE MISSION DO NOT CLICK “KEEP READING”. YOU HATH BEEN WARNED BY A SWEDISH GREMLIN.

     There are 4 categories, Toppat Related Endings, Solo Endings, Partnered Endings and Government Related Endings. They’ll come in that order.

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                                    ¤~Toppat Related Endings~¤

Toppat King - Due to the great rise of the Toppat Clan, The Bowtie Bastards team up with the government to try and take them down. They chase down Henry (similar to how he chased down Reginald in ItA if you pick the plastic ball) but just as it seems that Henry has lost he manages to use a Gadget Gabe tool to mind control/brainwash Couductor Elg. Since its such a taboo to betray someone in the Bowtie Bastards, especially the Conductor, the gang switch sides at her order and they force the government to retreat. Now with The Conductor firmly under his control, he's now the leader of both the Toppat Clan and the Bowtie Bastards.                                        

Ending name: Hats and Ties

Toppat Recruits - After being accepted into the clan, Henry has to return the Romanian Ruby as promised. But when the day they ruby is supposed to be returned comes a Bowtie Bastards spy inside the Toppat clan steals it from Henry. Reginald is furious and threatens to kick Henry out of he doesn't find the ruby in 12 hours. So Henry corners the Bowtie who stole the Ruby and makes him reveal where it is now. It's now on the Bowtie Bastards train back at earth and Ellie offers her help in retrieving it. They get down to earth and retake the ruby but Henry notices another valuable jewel that could boost his favor with Reginald, the Portuguese Purpurnite. He steals that too and with Ellie's help, he brings them back to Reginald. Reginald is surprised but delighted about the added bonus of the Purpurnite and promotes Henry and Ellie to high ranking positions within the clan, citing their loyalty, efficiency, and determination.  

Ending name: Risen Ranks

Toppat 4 Life - Henry hears that the Bowtie Bastards are currently in a really bad spot and vulnerable, so he plans an all-out raid on them because riches make clan better uwu. Unfortunately, they drag the attention of literally almost every faction out there, and now everyone wants a piece of the Bowtie pie. So a gigantic battle occurs and the Toppat's retreat to their space station when most of the other factions bail too. This leaves the Bowtie Bastards in ruin, yet the climate in the crime world has forever changed.                      

Ending name: New allies, New Enemies

Revenged - Henry fucking dead lol you cant choose this one

Toppat Civil Warfare - After being cut off from the Toppat clan the Henry squad is running low on funds with Ellie's sides constantly harassing them. While wandering the desert they find the Bowtie Bastards train and by twisting their story about being kicked out a bit they are granted sanctuary by Conductor Elg. But they keep secretly stealing cash from the Bowtie Bastards to fund the civil war against Ellie and the other Toppats. But one day the train stops and outside the train is the rest of the Toppat Clan because the Bowtie Bastards were actually allied with Ellie's side of the civil war. They basically set up a trap for Henry's side. A big battle then happens and Henry is clinging onto life so to get away, he plays dead. Ellie comes up to finish him once and for all but she gets backstabbed by Elg, who reveals that she allied with Ellie because the Bowtie Bastards wanted to forever shatter the Toppat clan by killing both sides of the civil war. Ellie dies and the Bowtie Bastards bail. Henry sneaks away with Dave and their fate is unknown.                                           

Ending Name: Forsaken and Fractured

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                                             ¤~Solo Endings~¤

Master Bounty Hunter - Henry gets a bounty on a high ranking Bowtie Bastards member by another crime organization (don't know which one yet) he finishes that bounty but gets captured by some members who force him to reveal who he was working for. When he tells them they freak out a bit and they throw him into a cell temporarily. He escapes of course but now he's started a full-on gang war between The Bowtie Bastards and the faction who hired him.   

Ending name: Accidental War Instigator

Stickmin Space Resort - A few members of the Bowtie Bastards (Including Conductor Elg) stay at the resort undercover because they want a nice week out. However, they commit way too many mildly irritating things by mistake and Henry decides that he want to be a petty bitch today. So he heads down and sabotages their train while also stealing the Conductors Bowtie aka one of if not the most important things to the gang. When they find out Henry SELLS the bowtie back to them for a hefty sum of money which is a huge embarrassment to the Bowtie Bastards.                                             

Ending name: Petty Business

Jewel Baron - After collecting the 3 jewels from earlier, Henry decides that 3 isn't enough. He hears about the Portuguese Purpurnite, which is currently owned by the Bowtie Bastards. So he goes, does his thing, and steals the precious stone.                                                 

Ending name: Gem Harvester

Free Man - A few months after the whole "getting captured by the Toppat clan and then escaping" thing Henry is actually trying to return to a more normal life. One day while he's doing some paperwork at his local bank a Bowtie Bastards raid happens at said bank and Henry gets shoved in a money bag. The next thing he knows he's on the bowtie bastards train because they accidentally took the bag he was in. As he's escaping he catches a TV broadcast about the attack on the bank. Apparently, all the money in that bank is gone, causing him and many others to basically be broke at the moment. So he uses some bullshit thing to teleport all the money back to the bank because he ain't gonna be broke again and he has interest on those savings. After that, he escapes and returns to his "normal" life.                                             

Ending name: Interest in Normality

Little Nest Egg - While Henry is trying to get all the riches he stole to a safe place some employees of the Wall try to recapture him because after Henry did the thing Dmitri found out Henry wasn't actually dead and got furious. But before Henry is completely screwed by The Wall he runs into the Bowtie Bastards. They offer to let him become a member and protect him if he gives all the riches to them. Seeing no other option Henry joins the Bowtie Bastards and then later defends the train when The Wall tries to raid it and capture him.          

Ending name: TRAINed for Thievery

Clean 'em Out - Henry's gotten very comfortable in a life of riches after his successful robbery of the Toppats but he forgot someone from his past. Ellie. After she escaped The Wall she came to look for revenge on Henry for abandoning her. She tries to rob him but Henry catches her. During their confrontation, the Bowtie Bastards suddenly appear (having planed a robbery on Henry for a while) and rob Henry while he is busy with Ellie. Ellie is now totally lost because she focused so much on revenge and Henry is dirt poor again, so they make an uneasy alliance to get the stuff back with Henry promising to give half to Ellie so she'll help him then leave him alone after they're done. When they finally steal all the things back Henry can either betray Ellie again or hold up his part of the deal.                                            

Ending name if Henry betrays Ellie again: Taker of Opportunities

Ending name if Henry doesn't betray Ellie: Unanticipated Teamwork

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                                        ¤~Partnered Endings~¤

Pardoned Pals - After being pardoned, Henry and Ellie start accumulating into normal society for once. But when they stumble upon The Bowtie Bastards during a failed heist, they take advantage of the chaos to try and get some loot for themselves. But they get caught. However, they use some big brain plays to convince the cop who caught them that they were trying to put the riches back from where they were stolen. They return the big treasures (to keep the cover) but they manage to get away with some smaller loot.                 

 Ending name: Old habits pay Off

Capital gains - After Henry and Ellie become part of the 1% the Bowtie Bastards take an interest. (because they hate rich people since they benefit from the society that oppresses others and they especially hate rich people who were poor once yet they don't help out the current poor) They steal a lot of riches from the duo and flee. Henry and Ellie aren't gonna let these bowtie bitches steal their loot so they attack the train with the tank and not only steal their stuff back but also all the Bowtie Bastards loot as well. Conductor Elg is also gravely injured by them and its unknown if she survives or perishes.                   

 Ending name: Dragons on their Hoard

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                                 ¤~Government Related Endings~¤

Special BROvert Ops - Henry and Charles are called to order by General Galeforce to deal with a huge security breach. You see, the Bowtie Bastards have gotten their hands on the plans for a superweapon. Henry must steal em back before they do something nasty with it. Of course, he does but they don't manage to escape before the Bowtie Bastards shoot them down. They both survive with some injuries but now they're stuck without any way to contact anyone.                                                      

Ending name: Stuck

Valiant hero - A few weeks have gone by since Charles'es death. General Galeforce, seeing how much Henry is grieving, decides to let him look at what would be Charles'es next operations if he survived and possibly take part in any of them to "finish any work left". Henry notices that the next big (and last) operation Charles was given was a raid on the Bowtie Bastards. Henry agrees with the military to take part in the raid with other military members. But a few days before the scheduled raid Henry catches a TV broadcast where it's revealed that the remaining Toppats who escaped the exploding space station were picked up by the Bowtie Bastards. He sees red, finds the train, and totally destroys the Bowtie Bastards by himself. He murders all the remaining Toppats by hand and Conductor Elg as well, for accepting those rats into her organization.                                                   

Ending name: In His Honor

Triple Threat - Following many successful attacks on many factions by the Triple Threat Trio the Bowtie Bastards see them as too much of a threat to keep alive, so they capture the Triple Threat Trio and lock them in the train. While they try to escape both The Wall and the Government arrive too either rescue them or recapture Ellie and Henry. With the chaos erupting from all these factions interacting the Triple Threat Trio gathers important info on many factions that the Bowtie Bastards have and then they bail after almost being capture by The Wall. With all the information the Bowtie Bastards had on other factions the Government starts to crack down hard on them all, causing great panic in the crime world.                                                   

Ending name: Crime World Butterfly Effect

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Those are all the current endings for Raiding the Train! I might change them up if i feel like it but for now, this is it. Thank you for reading!

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So I've once again fallen into a fandom and gotten terribly stuck. Yeah, I'm currently obsessed with sticks doing crime sooo, I've created my own Henry Stickmin fan faction? This, my friends, are the Bowtie Bastards!

Now, what are the Bowtie Bastards? Well, they are a criminal organization dating back to around the 1800s, when Sweden started their industrial revolution. They were founded by one Rikard Jörgensson and his husband Emil Sunbäck. Now as many of you probably know, the 1800s weren’t really a tolerant time when it comes to LGBTQIA+ members, so both Rikard and Emil were basically thrown out of society and often threatened. Rikard being born a bastard and Emil being black didn’t really help things so they decided to start a group/gang were everyone was seen as a bloody human being* and given a second chance, as well as revenge on a society that fucked them up in the first place. (*They didn’t and still don’t accept people who can be an active threat to the organization or its members, like p*dophiles, murderers, or r*pists) Rikard was working as a train conductor so he was able to steal a train, which became their base of operation and their transportation. And that's how the Bowtie Bastards began.

Now, what about the Bowtie Bastards of today? They are currently run by a woman known as Conductor (Conductor = Leader because train) Elg and their main base of operations is still a train, although a highly futuristic one with the ability to fly, run on water and go off the rail. They accept any and all people including LGBTQIA+ members, disabled people, poor people, etc. The main gimmick is that they all wear bowties in one way or another and they have a slight industrial revolution theme. They are also one of the cruelest and backstabbing crime organizations around since they are only loyal to each other. An ally can and will be discarded or betrayed when their usefulness disappears. Although a betrayal from inside the organization is one of if not the nastiest thing you can do because according to the Bowtie Bastards they were basically your second chance at a happy, safe, and supportive life. Giving up that chance after taking advantage of people who were actively trying to help you is a one-way ticket to being targeted by the organization.  

They'll never go out of their way to save someone from another faction, much less someone from law enforcement. When it comes to civilians, especially ones currently shut out or taken advantage of by society, the Bowtie Bastards do try to save them and, if they seem desperate enough, recruit them into the gang. Middle class and up are often left for dead though since according to the Bowtie Bastards, they benefit from the toxic culture around them. Children are always an exception, if they can be saved without causing major harm to any of their members the Bowtie Bastards will try to at least not let them die.

When it comes to the relations between other factions (like the Toppat's, the government, and other fan factions) they are mostly neutral with everyone, except the Crownimals, who they despise. Although they don't have many allies due to their backstabbing nature and their tendency to sabotage other factions during robberies or heists so they can get the loot instead. Honor means nothing to a corpse after all.

I don't have much-drawn content of the Bowtie Bastards except for a design for Elg and a design for the Conductors Bowtie, since I'm not really an artist, much less a digital one. But hey! I can write pages upon pages about them instead! So that's something? Feel free to ask about 'em if you're interested/curious, I have way more written about them then I showed off here.

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Arson with Extra Steps

Guess who got inspired and made a fic where their stick OC commits murder arson? Me, i did.

He was fucked. Yep, every way to Sunday, fucked beyond belief. The rotting wood of the wall dug into his back, the sound of oncoming steps echoed in his bloodied ears, and the wetness of his face wasn't just the torrent of blood running from his forehead.

"Come on out little piggie, let's not drag out the inevitable hm?"

His already faulty grip quivered harder. He checked the ammo once again, praying to whatever god was listening that a new cartridge had magically appeared in her long-dead pistol. To his disappointment, there was nothing. He had nothing. His eyes became as big as dinner plates when the realization dawned on him. 

He was the prey. Weak, defenseless, and cornered. And there was no chance to run, he wouldn't even make it to the nearest window before the predator caught him. Because this wasn't just your average run of the mill criminal.

This was a beast, known to the world as The Conductor. A ruthless creature who hunted down anyone and anything in her way, not caring of age or gender. But the brute wasn't known as The Conductor to law enforcement, they used a simpler yet just as terrifying name. Elg.

"Pig, I don't have time for these games. You should fear the consequences of pissing me off more than the consequences of showing yourself."

His fist flew into his mouth to muffle the hiss escaping from his vocal cords. No fucking way was he going to pop out of his hiding place like a fucking Jack in the Box, nuh-uh. If he could delay the beast's rampage by any means necessary, he'd do it. Although...the thought of what The Conductor could do to him did send violent shivers throughout his veins. His teeth clamped down hard on his lip, the attempt to negate his whimpering surprisingly successful. 

But a sudden critical smell caused an ice-cool feeling to flow in place of the shivers. Oh god...

"Well, I hoped we'd get a less...firey end to this little chase of ours. But what did I expect? You cops are all the same, spineless and cowardly. Can never face the consequences of your actions."

Gasoline. 

The stench of the highly flammable substance invaded his nose, causing the adrenalin in his veins to double. No...No no no no! She wasn't...She wasn't gonna set fire to this entire building just to make sure he died, right?

"Of course she fucking would you absolute idio-" 

He barely had time to cover his blabbermouth before a rough hand had grabbed his collar.

"Found you."

The smash into the floor wasn't kind to his back or his head for that matter. The moon's glare coming in from the old dancing hall's central glass ceiling felt like fire on his skin, and the gasoline now coating his body wasn't making it better. But that didn't matter at the moment. His diluted stare could only focus on the sharp object pointing straight at his throat. The end of Elg's infamous umbrella. 

"Seems like that stupid mouth of yours became the end of you, how fitting."

Not a single muscle moved, not a single breath outed. This was it, his end. At least it would be better than burning to dea-

"Hey! Look at me when I'm talking to you pig!"

The chill of the umbrella's point against his chin clashed sharply with the intense heat around it. Fully loaded for a blast, at her command. Yet instead of a quick death by stabbing or laser, all that he felt was a soft but deadly force moving his head up, his gaze to meet hers.

"There we go...much better."

His entire body froze like a deer in the headlights, a fear he'd never known crawling along his back. Her crystal blue eyes were calm, yet held a kind of glint only seen by the fiercest animals on earth. A huge malignant grin hung over her face, showing off the sharp bared teeth she was famous for. The mint green bowtie around her neck glowed in the moonlight, the citrine in the middle almost blinding him, yet nothing looked more intimidating than the big angry scar on her face. 

"Y'know, I was thinking of taking you as a hostage. Christmas is coming, and maybe I'd show some tiny mercy to your family, in exchange for some cash of course. But nope, you decided to play cat and mouse with me instead. How...wasteful"

The sharp and gleeful tones coming out of her mouth cut him into his very core. He...He could have lived? If he didn't make hard? But...He was supposed to be smart, be brave for not complying with her demands! Yet, it was all for naught? No, he can't die like this...He's gotta have a response, to regain that sense of pride he cruelly lost.

"Kill m-me then, stop stalling" he spat out shakily, his effort to sound brave failing.

A short silence...followed by bubbling laughter.

"Aren't you a feisty one? Thinking you can make demands in this situation..."

The grin on her face somehow grew even larger between the giggles.

"I know the perfect death for you"

All the bravery and resistance poured out of his system as the metal of two handcuffs chilled his skin. His own handcuffs...handcuffing him to the floor in between the old floorboards. He felt his body flail, his foot continuously slamming against the floor in a desperate panic. His voice peaked itself with the sobs and screaming flooding out of his bloodied lips. He desperately locked his gaze with The Conductor one last time as her hand pulled the lever by the window, begging her to rethink her choice. The glass panels flipped up and the cold winds kissed her blond locks. The Umbrella had already made it safely to the ground. 

With her hand firmly around the empty gasoline container, the chill of night brushing her back, and a single lit lighter in her other hand, the look in her eyes settled his fate.

"Tell the Devil I'm coming for him next."

FHOOSH!

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Elg lore dump!

Elg started her journey up the ranks as a normal bowtie who was recruited by Aynan Daher. She stuck to him like glue for the first year and got introduced to Frank Jenkins, the man who helped Aynan when he first joined. These three became an inseparable trio, with both Aynan and Frank teaching Elg how to be a Bowtie Bastard. Franks lover Byue Jenkins was the honorary member who also taught both Elg and Aynan how to survive in the crime world.

Due to this connection with some of the most experienced Bowtie Bastards, Elg quickly started putting in real work for the BBs. Her natural loyalty, protective instinct, and the dedication brought on by the BBs giving her a home caused her to sign up for a lot of raids and heists. She wanted to show the Bowties how much she cared and how thankful she was that they accepted her. She gained a fair amount of experience and was noticed by the Conductor at the time, Jessie Clarin.

Jessie took great interest in Elg and a fair amount of similar young Bowties because she was hatching a plan. The Metalic Bowties (The guards and mechanics of Barney, but also responsible for inventing stuff) had constructed a new set of weapons for the organization. The Tactical Class. The Tactical Class is a collection of normal-looking everyday items (like umbrellas, canes, shovels, and guns) that can fire off laser beams fuelled by sunlight. A few Tactical Class weapons were already in use by certain members (like Frank with his cane) but Jessie wanted to expand and professionalize this technology. She wanted to create a task force of skilled fighters to assist in raids, heists, and protection, all under her command. Basically The Metalic Bowties, but with heist duty and different technology. And since The Council + Young and Old Soul are in control of the Metallics, The Conductor having control over a similar force could increase their power.

And so Jessie created the Tactical Bowties, a new "group" inside the Bowtie Bastards. Very similar to the Doves and the Metallics. And Elg was chosen as one of the trainees for this new force along with Aynan and other young Bowties. Jessie chose Elg for her short stature, her spatial awareness (neglectful moms will do that to you), and her dedication to the BBs.

So Elg got the Tactical Umbrella and started her training. She clicked perfectly with the umbrella and soon became invested in reaching the highest level she could with it, something she's still working on to this day. She took her training seriously (almost too seriously, Frank and Aynan both had to force her to go on a break from time to time) and vibed a lot with Jessie, gaining a fair amount of favor with the Conductor. Jessie secured a future leadership position for Elg in the Tactical Bowties before something disastrous happened. During a Government attack on the Bowtie Bastards, Jessie was injured fatally and later passed away.

But before she slipped into the next life, she commanded Elg (the one who got her to the Doves) to take the Conductors Bowtie and Conductors Cap. She knew she wasn't surviving this, but she didn't want the Bowties to lose hope due to their Conductor's end. If Elg pretended to be her the Bowties hope and fighting spirit would stay protected. So Elg (hesitantly) obeyed her order and for the rest of the battle, she kept the illusion of Jessie being alive. They only started catching on after Elg ordered a battering of the Government left flank, having noticed their ammo running out. This was very uncharacteristic for Jessie as she was more careful. Older members started catching on and after the Government retreated (because their flank got oofed and they would have been surrounded if they didn't give in) people started noticing that it wasn't Jessie. And since Conductors only give away the Conductors cap and Bowtie if they retired, were dying, or dead...most people figured out what had happened.

Now it was time to elect a new Conductor.

And Elg was right there for the picking.

At first, she didn't want to. It would be too much for her. But when she started to really think about everything...She was the de facto leader of the Tactical Bowties, who had gained a lot of favor and respect since their creation. She had just lead them from a losing position to a victory and she had the perfect Young Soul and Old Soul by her side.

And she really cares about the Bowtie Bastards, she wanted their members to prosper despite their problems. She wanted the organization to grow, she wanted to help people like her. The Bowties were and are her family, and she wanted and still wants to lead them to success.

She chose to run for Conductor. And thanks to the reputation she'd been unintentionally building since she was fatefully recruited by Aynan, she was elected.

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Panic

So uh me and @reginaldcopperbottom had gigantic (and i mean humongous) brainrot over our Henry Stickmin Fanfaction OCs having some real hurt/comfort moments. So i made this.

Sylvester Wesley belong to: @/reginaldcopperbottom / @a-comforting-creature go check them out they b really cool. TW: Panic attack and burns

"I...It hurts...stop..."

The words dripping out of Elg's mouth were shakey, her breaths slowly increasing in speed. The world around her was blurry, fading in and out between an all too familiar scene.

Blue hair, pink hearts on the traitor's cheeks, and an empty coffee cup in the traitor's hand.

A mint green bowtie, her expression blank in anguish...and burning hot coffee on her face, should and back.

She could feel how her skin melted away into puddles, how her blood was boiling like water. And it was all mixing with the burning coffee, causing a foul odor to attack her sense of smell.

But most of all...

It burned.

It burned so bad.

Elg could do nothing as shivers tore through her body and sobs tore through her throat. Her hands were clutching her head and hair in an iron grip, it was something to focus on. The firey agony threatened to swallow her whole as her breaths became shorter, her vision more blurry, and the shivers wilder.

"P...lease....h...elp..."

"Elg?"

A voice...? But...who? She couldn't tell. A part of her screamed out. Screamed to run, to hide. This had to be Luigra, back to finish the job. She was gonna die here...! Her body instinctively tried to stand, to flee, but the pain kept her grounded. All she could manage was a terrified little whine.

"Holy shi-...Elg!"

The rattling caused by the figure's quick footsteps sent shockwaves of fear throughout her systems. This was it, her last moments.

"D...on't hurt me...ple...ase! I...I don...I don't...wanna d-die..." was her pathetic attempt to get this menace to reconsider.

The figure kneeled in front of her softly.

"Don't be scared...You're safe, you're alright" they spoke as their soft hands pried Elg's hands from her head.

A sudden feeling of trust washed through her. This...This wasn't Lui. Maybe this person could help her!

"It's...burn...ing me...h-h...elp"

Her breathing was still too fast, and the pain didn't ebb.

"Elg...Elg listen to me. You're gonna breath in, I'll count to 3, then you'll breathe out, can you do that for me?" the voice spoke with a tone as mellow as a pillow.

"I-I...I can't! He...lp...!" she cried out as more panic spread.

Suddenly, those delicate hands moved back to the sides of her head. They slowly and softly turned her head to face the person. Her gaze locked on theirs, or rather, his.

A face covered by a velvet mask, expressing a level of care she'd rarely seen.

"Sy...Sylv..."

A small, comforting smile itched its way onto his face.

"Yeah...It's me, buddy"

"...It...h...hurts!"

The smile faded a bit.

"I know Elg...I know it hurts...But she isn't here. She's never gonna be here. I won't let her come near you ever again. I promise"

Another short breath, another sob. Yet a small feeling of safety began bubbling in Elg's chest.

"Now...Let's try this again. Try copying me, okay? I know you can do it" Sylvester said faintly.

He breathed in, she breathed in.

He breathed out, she breathed out.

"You're doing great Elg...just a little bit more"

The pain slowly faded...The scene faded...the fear faded. All she focused on was copying Sylvester. In...and out. His right hand slowly fell from her head, but his left hand traveled downwards instead until it hit the big red burn scar on her cheek. There it stayed, softly caressing the strangely textured skin over and over.

Contrary to her normal reaction, she leaned into his touch, it's comfort dealing the final blow to the panic that had surrounded her.

For a minute, they stayed like that. Sylvester stroking the scar Elg hated so much...yet she still leaned into his caring hand. Until suddenly, everything caught up with her. The waterworks started again as she uttered:

"M' sorry Sylv...for...for freaking out again...stupid coffee..."

"Shh, you don't have anything to be sorry for Elg...It wasn't your fault" was his delicate response as he engulfed her still shivering form in a hug.

No response could claw its way out of her throat. She only sobbed faintly. Sylvester's soft words of comfort, promises to protect her, and reassurances that everything was gonna be alright caused her to nuzzle into his grip even more.  

She didn't care about how weak or pathetic she looked. She didn't care about all the work that had to be done.

All she knew was that she was safe. Safe in the arms of someone who cared.

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So uh, Elg design! I wasnt sure if i hade the courage to post this since it isnt really...good. As i've said many times, me no good art me write. But hey, it be how it be. Anyways, heres the current conductor of the Bowtie Bastards in all her glory.

Name: Elg (real name and last name are unknown)

Age: Around 25 (Dont really have a set in stone age but she aint younger then 22)

Sexuality, Gender: Asexual Panromantic, Female (cis)

Currenrly the leader of the Bowtie Bastards after the previous one died in combat.

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Country of origin: Sweden

Scars: She has two on her left arm from a broken bottle (bar fight) and a nasty burnscar on her right arm from boiling hot coffee.

Theres also a long running burn scar from her cheek to half way between her left shoulder and elbow as well as just above her left breast. It also covers her entire shoulder and the left side of her neck as well as parts of her back. This is also from boiling hot coffee.

She has a bullet graze scar on her right shoulder from a heist gone wrong and a surgical scar on her left knee from a bullet removal. The line next to her eye is assumed to be a scar but no-one, not even Elg, knows what it is or where it came from.

General facts:

Due to her nasty experiance with coffee (as described above) she cannot stand the smell of it. She'll usally get very nauseous and panicky. Depending on how strong the scent is or how bad shes feelin she might have a full on panic attack.

She uses a special tech umbrella as her weapon of choice.

Elg is pretty overdramatic and sometimes does the whole "big monolog while the enemy is taking the opprotunity to kick your ass" thing. Shes also one snarky bitch who loves comebacks.

Her teeth are weirdly sharp for some reason. She personally thinks its some genetic defect.

She puts up a very convincing facade of stone cold apathy due to her status as a leader but in private she cries when watching sad scenes in animated movies. Shes very caring towards the various Bowtie Bastards members.

Elg is however completly ruthless and cruel towards anyone outside the organization. Like, yikes levels of apathy.

I do have most of her backstory done but BOI HOWDY thats gotta be its own post, this one is already way too long.

ThankYouForReadingThisItMeansALotOkHaveANiceDayBYEEEE

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Previous Conductors of the BBs, an incomplete list

These are not in chronicle order. I just wanted to write about some previous Conductors because why not.

Rikard Sunbäck/Erik Sunbäck - The Sunbäcks were the first "Conductors" (the role of Conductor wasn't created until after their deaths) and co-ruled the Bowtie Bastards. They fonded the Bowtie Bastards in the city of Gothenburg around the 1850s, after being thrown out of society for various reasons.

Rikard was the brains, a very calm, rational, and head strong man. He worked as an actual Conductor before creating the BBs, which gave him the ability to steal a train to act as their base. Although, he struggled with expressing himself and could fall into self-isolation at times. 

Since these were early times, Rikard didn't have a personal Bowtie. Instead, he was the sole bearer of the Conductors Cap. He died due to an infected bullet wound a few years after the creation of the BBs.

Erik was the heart. He was compassionate, caring, and determined. He also shared a calm attitude with his husband, although he was more emotional and stubborn. Erik was a tailor before the creation of the BBs who specialized in bowties, and he was the lad who crafted the earlier bowties by hand, including the Conductors Bowtie. 

The Conductors Bowtie was his personal bowtie, the one he got married in. He wore it around his neck. Erik died of typhus only a few months after his husband passed away, but many bowties throughout the years have believed and still believe that he died of a broken heart, with the typhus just speeding up the process.

Harris Miller - Harris was the first person to bear the title of Conductor after the Sunbäcks deaths. Many of the traditions the Bowties Bastards now hold dear started with him, and he's viewed as one of the best Conductors they've ever had. He was a bit of a hothead but also had a knack for devious plans and negotiating. Harris treated the Bowties as his children, as he always wanted to be a father. He never got that wish due to a genetic condition and never having the time to adopt a kid. Although he is viewed as one of the greatest Conductors to have ever lived, he was very close to becoming an actual dictator. Harris was authoritarian and a bit of a control freak, a fact often swept under the rug. 

His personal bowtie resembles pieces of coal, which represents his hotheadedness and ability to put pressure on an enemy for a fair amount of time. He didn't wear his personal bowtie during his Conductor years. He died of a single gunshot to the head after sacrificing himself for another member.

Dory Geraldton - The first female Conductor and the one to introduce the Young Soul/Old Soul system to bring peace between the old and the young, with the help of her partner Isitshalo Dube. (more about that here) She was a very traditional woman with a very motherly aura, making her a great domestic Conductor. Despite being very feminine she had a sharp wit and a love of bar fighting. It wasn't uncommon to find her dresses ripped och damaged. Even if she loved to clob idiots over the head with a beer bottle, she struggled with planning heists and leading high-stress situations. She's seen as a pretty good Conductor and her name is spoken positively. 

It became a tradition to shout out "DOOOORY" when engaging in a bar fight. If you invoked her name and won the bar fight you'll have to shout "THE LADY STRIKES AGAIN!" as is custom. Although if you lost you get to shout "DAMN YOU GERALDTON!". Dory never lost a single barfight so invoking her name is like a lucky charm.

Her personal bowtie is made up of two dropping bits of cloth that interlinked with each other just below her breasts. Small patterns of bottles were sewn into the fabric, and it's said the cloth was from one of her dresses that got torn up. She wore her personal Bowtie around her left arm during her Conductor years. She died of injuries sustained from a bad fall.

Stirrin Doorsnee - Stirrin was a pretty bellow average Conductor, and is mostly remembered for a few small things. They were Conductor when the precious Portuguese Purpurnite was brought into the organization's hands, which has become one of their greatest treasures. They also increased the budget for The Doves and The Metallics (more about them here) which caused an intellectual boom for the Bowties. But Stirrin was way too overly careful and suffered from an undiagnosed iron problem, which was never detected because the lad was terrified of doctors. They often fell asleep during important times and were often tired in one way or another. So he didn't bring much to the BBs, not that he put much effort in any way. 

His personal bowtie resembled two mugs with a bottle cap in the middle since he almost always had a mug with him and he collected bottle caps for fun. He wore his personal bowtie around his left ankle.

The most famous thing about Stirrin however was his death, as it introduced a new policy for future Conductors. They died in their sleep due to strangulation when the Conductors Bowtie got caught on the bedframe. After that, the Council implemented a new rule where a Conductor isn't allowed to sleep in the Conductor gear for their safety (something you can read more about here)

EXE - EXE is recognized as one of the worst Conductors in the history of the Bowtie Bastards. They were bratty, harsh, a bad listener, and barely cared about the family they were supposed to protect. They struggled with severe anger issues as well, but they refused to be treated. They did bring a fair amount of riches to the Bowtie Bastards with their brutal yet somehow well-coordinated raids and heists but at a major cost. So many Bowties perished in these attacks that EXE is referred to as "The Barney Bucherer" inside the organization. The reason for EXEs uncaringness towards the Bowties was that she wasn't a Bowtie. She was a Toppat spy bribed into power and used the Bowtie Bastards as a lesser part of the Toppats. They never wore the Conductors Cap, choosing instead to wear their iris tophat. 

Their personal bowtie was also based on an iris, because EXE had one hell of a stare, and most of their emotions were expressed via their eyes. Said bowtie was worn around her tophat. They perished when the Bowtie Bastards decided that they didn't want a leader that threw away their fellow bowties like nothing and cared more about being a high ranking Toppat then being the Conductor of the Bowtie Bastards. They kicked their ass hard enough so they wouldn't be able to escape and then dropped them off in a crocodile-filled river located in a remote area of Australia. They got eaten alive not long after.

Jessie Clarin - Jessie was the Conductor before the current Conductor, Elg, took power. There are very mixed opinions on her as she died so recently compared to other Conductors and her legacy hasn't been fully established yet. But she'll go down in the Bowtie history books for being the women behind a new subclass creation, the Tactical Bowties. (which you can read more about here) the Tactical Bowties stand alongside the Metallic Bowties and Dove Bowties as being groups with special duties compared to your average Bowtie. For Jessie herself, she's a pretty mixed bag. She was a very careful leader and could usually come up with complex plans to get as few people as possible hurt, although she wasn't as good at being a domestic Conductor. She got a lot of critique about how she was uncaring and cold, something that caused a few bowties to fear her. She was also a bit of a flirty smooth talker, which was a bit taboo for a Conductor. Nevertheless, she was a good Conductor when it came to bringing the bowties into a new age.

Her personal bowtie resembled two dropping wings with a beak in the middle, a reference to one of her most famous moments as a Metallic. There was a hawk who made a nest in the train's engine and she managed to both fight off the mother hawk on her own, fix the engine, and save the babies. She got a big scar across her eye from the whole thing, but she bore no ill will to the hawk. Jessie wore her personal bowtie around her shoulder.  She died during a surprise Government raid, where she was shot fatally in the chest.

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random lore dump about the Bowtie Bastards #2

Due to the trains (their main base of operation and their mode of transport) ability to go off the rail, ride on water and fly, every member has two little metal chips implanted in their shoes/socks to keep them stable if the train suddenly changes its way of travel. 

If you’re sleeping/resting in one of the sleeping stations you have the choice to either tie yourself down with a metal bar around your stomach or wear a certain type of pajamas with the ability to stick to the bed via magnetism, similar to the shoes. The metal bar is safer but it can cause problems with claustrophobia and it’s kind of uncomfortable for most people. The PJs are more comfy but there's a chance they might rip due to the forces active when changing mode of travel. Although this has rarely happened and the organization is working on perfecting them so they wont rip. 

If you’re somehow in a position where your feet aren’t touching the ground (like sitting in a couch) there are often systems in play to keep you safe. For example, every couch has a kind of seatbelt built into it which goes around your torso/stomach. It automatically activates if the train changes. 

Although none of these systems are 100% perfect. That's why some members volunteer as “Magnetic Bowties”, people who wear certain equipment (and certain types of bowties to identify them) in case of danger. Like if the train suddenly starts to fly upwards and someone is falling a Magnetic Bowtie can use a kind of glove that reacts with the metal chips in the victims boot/sock, bringing them to safety via a magnetic pull. Although just like the PJs ripping, this is pretty rare.

The reason most of these failures are rare is because the Conductor always announces when they switch their way of transport and gives the members about 25 secs to get their feet on the ground safely. Most of these mechanical failures happens when the Conductor doesn’t have time to announce and even then, they be pretty rare.

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random lore dump about the Bowtie Bastards #1

The Bowtie Bastards' main vehicle/base of operations is a futuristic train with a very industrial revolution look to it. The train has about 32 carts, each one dedicated to one thing. Examples are the Sleeping stations, the Therapy offices, and the General Lounges. If needed there are about 50 extra carts stored away in little data chips that can be released and attached to the train.

No, they don't have a money cart because they tried that once in the early years and it got stolen in about a week, although they do store all their valuables in a secret compartment that exists in every cart. Every few days they change around the location of their hoard so it'll be harder for potential thieves to grab for themselves and only a select few people in the organization get to know where it is for those days. The selection process for who gets to know and where it is is totally random, apart from The Conductor, who always knows.

Also fun fact! The locomotive itself (aka the front of the train that powers it) is actually the same locomotive Rikard stole when he first founded the Bowtie Bastards in the 1800s, although it has been heavily upgraded.

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Bowtie Bastards Loredump #3 Symbolism stuff

Have some more Bowtie Bastards lore because I really need to develop them more. Imma drop some symbolism/general facts about the Conductors Cap and Conductors Bowtie.

The Conductors Bowtie and Conductors Cap are the two most valuable items the Bowtie Bastards possess, symbolically. They both date back to around the 1850s when the Bowtie Bastards were founded. The precise age of the cap remaining unknown as it was in use before. The Bowtie does however have a known age. It was crafted by one of the founders, Erik Sunbäck, in 1856.

The Conductors Cap isn't made out of any fancy material since it's just a normal cap the other founder, Rikard Sunbäck, wore when he worked as an actual conductor. The Conductors Bowtie however is made out of a mint green velvet with a well-trimmed citrine in the center.

The Conductors Bowtie and the Conductors Cap are to be worn by The Conductor at all times possible, and any action they take while wearing these items will be interpreted as actions of The Conductor. There are some exceptions to these rules, one of them being that a Conductor shouldn't wear the Conductor's Bowtie while sleeping. This unofficial rule came into being after a Conductor managed to strangle themselves to death in their sleep when the Bowtie got caught on a loose piece of wood by their bed. Wearing the Conductors Cap while sleeping is voluntary but not recommended, since the cap itself is old and head movements while sleeping could cause damage to it.

As mentioned earlier, any actions a person performs while wearing these two items are considered them acting as The Conductor, not as their personal selves. Like many leaders, there is a disconnect between those two roles. When dealing with personal matters (like weddings or other similar things) a Conductor should wear their personal bowtie around their neck, to symbolically say that this is them acting as their personal selves and not in their role as Conductor. When it comes to personal bowties, many Conductors choose to wear them as well, although the Conductor's Bowtie must always be around their neck unless it's for personal matters.

Popular places to wear your personal Bowtie are around your arm, around your leg, in your hair, or around your head like a headband. There are no rules that say you have to wear your bowtie however, it's up to the individual Conductor whether to wear them or not.

Of course, the Bowtie and the Cap have symbolic meanings that date back to their creation.

The Conductor's Cap symbolizes the logical thinking expected from the one who bears it. The Conductor has to be able to logically look at any situation and determine the best course of action without factoring in emotion or other similar causes. This is derived from Rikard Sunbäck, the first to wear the cap. He was truly the brains behind the early Bowtie Bastards, calm, observant, and emotionally stunted. He dealt with threats ruthlessly and efficiently, yet he struggled with things that didn't deal in logic primarily. That's where his partner came in.

The Conductor's Bowtie symbolizes the empathy, love, support, and protectiveness expected from a Conductor. The person who bears is expected to care for their fellow Bowties like family and be a protective shield against any threats. They need to look after their members with the utmost compassion and keep their family together and healthy. This is derived from Erik Sunbäck, the creator and first bearer of the Bowtie. Compared to his husband Rikard, while they both shared a calm leveled headedness, Erik was much more empathetic. He was the main recruiter and caretaker of the early Bowtie Bastards and fonded the idea that the Bowtie Bastards weren't just a criminal organization for outcasts. They were these people's second chances, their new family. Although he didn't share his husbands' sheer intelligence and was driven by his emotions more than his mind, he was instrumental in the survival of the Bowtie Bastards.

These two items on their own symbolize two extremes, yet together they balance each other out and provide The Conductor with the mindset they need to serve the Bowtie Bastards to the best of their abilities. The Cap sits on the Conductors head. The Bowtie rests around the Conductors neck, just above their heart.

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