#how have i not heard of friday night funkin' until now

[syrupyy]

comic studio: one year in

so, wow! comic studio is officially one year old as of last week. in that year, i've learned a lot about running websites, and i feel like it'd be fun to write a post going over how i feel about it, as well as showcasing my plans for the future of the site

the original concept

as you probably already know, comic studio is the sequel to cookie comic creator, with the aim of bringing easy sprite comic making to every fandom instead of just cookie run. so, how'd that go?

cookie run is still on top

i guess i can't say i'm surprised that cookie run continues to be the most popular comic maker, especially since i now even have a community of cookie run fans outside of the comic creator - see: my youtube channel - but i will say that i expected one of two things to happen when i released the site: (A.) the site would blow up and everybody would be talking about it (which happened in the cookie run fandom in late 2021), or (B.) the site would flop and literally nobody would use it...

interestingly, i was wrong - for the past 7 or 8 months, comic studio has been floating in this weird in-between, where a bunch of fandoms have small, thriving comic creator communities, but almost none of them as well-known as cookie run comic studio. exceeeeeept...

alphabet lore actually gets more visitors

i'm gonna be real with you, i didn't watch alphabet lore until about a month after the studio for it blew up. i had heard about the series from various random viral tweets, but the studio was almost entirely the doing of some 16 year old british kid named Jackmoo101...

i don't know how or why it happened, but in october of 2022, the alphabet lore comic studio started getting tens of thousands of users, and at this point (as far as i can tell) is the biggest alphabet lore fan community on the internet. believe me, i checked - the amino is dead, the subreddit has like 12 active users - and yet, comic studio sees thousands of alphabet lore comics per week

interestingly, despite getting less views, cookie run comic studio is still far ahead when it comes to the amount of comics posted to the site; this is because a lot of the users of alphabet lore comic studio are under 13, so they're not actually allowed to make an account. in the future, i plan to add a Youtube Kids-style mode where users under 13 can make an account and post comics, just without features like comments and messages that could be used to harm them

what about other fandoms?

while a couple other comic studios have seen moderate success (Friday Night Funkin Comic Studio is #8 and was retweeted by a huge FNF news account when it came out; My Singing Monsters Comic Studio has captured a solid 20% of the fandom for that game; Pizza Tower Comic Studio has been slowly rising up the ranks), i'm sorta starting to notice a pattern: most fandoms that are mostly run by adults don't really see the point of comic studio. all my non-cookie run friends have said at some point "your site is cool but i don't use it because i don't have any ideas", or "meh, the danganronpa studio you made is just OK, i'd rather use photoshop." and why shouldn't they? they're old enough, they know how to work an actual good image editor... the only major benefit comic studio provides to them is easy access to sprites, which doesn't come up on google - if you want PNGs of the south park characters, you'll go to the south park wiki, not the south park comic studio. and again, i totally understand that, i just feel like that's something i should work on

the genshin impact tiktok incident

in june of last year, some random tiktok account made a video about the genshin impact comic studio that got several hundred thousand views, 50k+ likes, and a metric ton of bookmarks. thousands of genshin fans flocked to the site, and for 3 days the genshin fandom on comic studio was lively... until, all of them left at once. why? well, this goes into why i run cookie run comic studio/creator in such a specific and perfectionist manner: people care a lot about how good it feels to use something, and if you don't have both quality and quantity of sprites, they're not gonna stick around

the problem with the genshin comic studio is that there's no good assets to be found - the only official 2d art of the characters emoting are the chibi LINE sticker packs that they occasionally release, and there's only like 4 expressions for like half the characters. other than that, the only other tab is the one with expressionless cutouts of all the models - who can really tell a story with that?

so, it's not a surprise that comic studio failed in the genshin fandom at large. unlike cookie run where i was able to both provide easy access to sprites that previously weren't cut out and also provide a compelling storytelling/guide-making/question-answering/etc. platform, a lot of other fandoms just... don't have anything nearly as useful or interesting to provide. so, what can i do?

3D will change EVERYTHING

(early development screenshot)

currently, there's no good one-size-fits-all solution to pose and take pictures of character models. source filmmaker/blender/etc. are way too hard to learn, mikumikudance usually requires you to go through and translate random japanese sites to download models, and vrchat requires you to get together a bunch of friends to act it out

this is where comic studio will come in (once i finish the feature): every studio will now be able to upload 3d models, hopefully in most popular formats, and have them converted to work with comic studio out of the box - creating an entirely new kind of 3D comic that has never been nearly as doable. and because there is no competition in that market, i genuinely believe that this update will someday 10x the size of comic studio - once people find out about it, everyone's gonna want to mess around with the studio for their favorite game or series, at least once - and at that point, all i gotta do is keep as many of those people around as i can

speaking of people sticking around, the other big problem with comic studio is that a lot of people just don't have ideas. especially older users just, don't know what to do with it - i'm even guilty of this, in that a majority of the update comics i used to make for cookie comic creator were ripoffs of various old, forgotten meme comics. so, what's my plan to solve this? well, i hate to say it, but...

yeah, it's AI

(design mockup example)

2024 update: i no longer plan to go through with this idea. the original text is provided below, but know that i have since changed my mind

i plan to add an optional feature where you can type in a prompt for a comic, like "Write a comic with GingerBrave and Cream Unicorn Cookie where they get ice cream together" and the machine will just... do it for you i have experimented with this in the past, and now that ChatGPT has made a lot of accessible LLMs pop up i plan to take advantage of that. with that said: i will never involve ai-generated art, ai voices, etc. because those are inherently harmful and are not worth supporting i won't add the feature until i can ensure that user input is NOT being used to train any models without their consent, and i will make sure all AI-generated comics are tagged properly so that anyone who doesn't want to interact can just block it out i personally see AI as a tool to help humans and little else, at least in its current state - and adding AI prompting to comic studio is an extension of that. it's just a way to quickly get an idea out; either to get a quick laugh out of you or your friends, or to set down a starting line for you to make your own comic out of. i think this will be a good thing if i do it right; if you have any feedback or questions, feel free to send them my way! i try to listen to everyone, even if i don't always take their suggestions

more help needed

the last thing i can do to help improve comic studio right now is to announce that i'm looking for moderators! if you're an active user on the site, have a discord account and want to help keep the streets of Comic Studio safe, apply here!

as of today, i've also finally finished the site translations into Spanish and Korean (!) i've been putting off asking for new translations until the whole site was translated so that i wouldn't have to immediately ask anyone for more later, but now that it's done i'm finally accepting help - if you know any other languages and want to see comic studio translated into them, send me a message - either on discord, or on here, or comic studio if you don't have any of that. together, i hope we can make the site accessible to everybody

closing thoughts

i still can't believe it's been a whole year already... what is my life? thank you to everyone who's supported me and my creation, and i hope to keep serving you well into the future. if you haven't seen already, the anniversary update is out now, which adds a bunch of social features that people have been requesting for a long time - tagging for comics and user-submitted sprites, comic reposting, and the ability to organize your comics into series. i hope you'll check it out!

-syrupyy

#comic studio #cookie comic creator

[glapplebloom]

My Top 10 songs I heard this year (not released this year)

Our contenders...

Nobody’s Fault from Devil Artemis

Cocktails for Two by Spike Jones and City Slickers

Sylveon Trolls Mega Evolutions - THE MUSICAL by Courtney

Surface Pressure by Jessica Darrow

Blasting Off Again! A Team Rocket Song by Random Encounters

Crushing Thirties by the Chalkeaters

Sad but True/American Badass Mashup from the WWE

Gangstar Torture Dance from Jojo Bizarre Adventure

Miseria Cantare by AFI

Baldi’s Basic Song (You’re Mine) by DAGames

King Julien Vs King Louie from Freshy Kanal

Are You in Love or Just an Asshole from Human Resources

REAL MAN! (asdfmovie skateboarding cow song) by TomSka

The Duck Song Vs Untitled Goose Game by Eddie’s Rap Channel

"We Didn't Start the Bizarre" (A JoJo Song Parody by: Riverdude)

Let the Past Die (Star Wars Song) by RoyishGoodLooks

As If It’s Your Last by Blackpink

BOY: God of War Battle Rap from Mashed

My Butt Has a Fever from Bob’s Burgers

NOT ON THE SIDELINES from Street Fighter 6

DOKI DOKI LITERATURE CLUB BUT ITS A DISNEY CHANNEL CARTOON by Vannamelon

Me Trying to Play Fighting Games from Rich Jammer

It’s Just An by bb-panzu

Eff this Job by Your Favorite Martian

Panic in the Sky from TMNT: Shredder’s Revenge

Rumor Has it by Adele

Bailey’s Birthday Party from Hamster & Gretel

Endless Love from Pop Team Epic

Monster Party from My Little Pony: Tell Your Tale

Hug Me (Feat. @JuKayVid & @Chi-chi ) 【 Come and Learn with Pibby FAN SONG】by Jakeneutron

SLASHSTREET BOYS - "Love to Die" by The Merkins

Caramelldansen Fusion Collab by SilvaGunner

Nxde by (G)I-Dle

The King of Villains/When I said I was evil by Voltaire

Honorable Mention - Rumor Has it by Adele

Death Battle had a lot of fights this season and a lot of great songs. Princess of Pride, Diabolical Invincible Me, Fallen Gods, this was a great year for Death Battle music. And that’s not including the commissioned ones. But starting this year, I am going to disqualify any songs that are Death Battle related so I can have non-Vs songs on this list. Which is why this is an honorable mention. Because it isn’t a Death Battle Related song. Rumor Has it by Adele with Apocalypse smashing Black Adam’s face to the beat was hilarious and I wanted to bring that up.

#10 - Eff this Job by Your Favorite Martian

This year saw the return of Your Favorite Martian. While they have put out some good songs, I don’t think they’re as good as their old work. With one exception: Eff this Job. I can see this song being part of their original releases and being just as fun to listen to then as it is now. So if I could recommend a song from their newest releases, this is the one I am going to highly recommend. 

#9 - Gangstar Torture Dance from Jojo Bizarre Adventure

I’ve seen the memes. I’ve seen the references. But I never saw the original source. And now that I have, I love it! I really need to sit down and watch Jojo one of these days. 

#8 - Nobody’s Fault from Devil Artemis

The first new song I heard this year, released right when I was about to break up Akuma and Lita in my comics. It perfectly captures the reason why I broke them up. While this is a cover, I heard the original and honestly wasn’t a fan of it compared to the Kermit Version. So this was my #1 for a while…

#7 - Caramelldansen Fusion Collab by SilvaGunner

Talk about a song that is packed with Nostalgia. Classic Internet Meme Song, mashed up with the likes of Weird Al, Sonic, Phoenix Wright and other musical styles. Listening to this is like a big shot of nostalgia to the ears.

#6 - It’s Just An by bb-panzu

If I have to criticize Komi Can’t Communicate for one thing, it’s that I’m not hooked on the theme songs. Luckily for me the Friday Night Funkin’ community brought this out. This mod I think perfectly captures the series. And honestly I do love how the song goes from Komi using pencil scratches to do her beeps and boops until later in the song.

#5 - "We Didn't Start the Bizarre" (A JoJo Song Parody) by Riverdude

Of the ever growing reasons for me to watch Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, possibly the best We Didn’t Start the Fire Parody using the first five parts of Jojo. It perfectly captures the feeling of the original song while bringing up so much about Jojo that I know thanks to Osmosis. If you ever feel like you need a recap, I think this could help.

#4 - Crushing Thirties by the Chalkeaters

2022 has to be Sonic’s best years in recent times. Sonic’s Second Movie is one of the highest grossing Video Game based Movies, IDW Series are getting critical acclaims, Sonic Frontiers brings fresh life to the games, getting so much support it was a contender for Fan Favorites beating even God of War, and the new Netflix Series got a lot of praise. And with this, these people got the lead singer of Crush 40 to sing a Crush 40 style song about Sonic’s 30th Anniversary. Granted, it is tongue and cheek but man, the lyrics have so many references to past Sonic’s songs it’s hard to not love. There’s another song they released that’s more… Questionable. I’ll leave it at that.

#3 - Monster Party from My Little Pony: Tell Your Tale

Pipp Petals is my favorite pony of this new generation. One of the reasons is she’s a horror fan and this song is a great showing of that. It’s also pretty catchy and for me possibly the best song of the series so far. This includes the actual show and the movie. So here’s hoping she continues to prove to be my favorite of G5.

#2 - Hug Me (Feat. @JuKayVid & @Chi-chi ) 【 Come and Learn with Pibby FAN SONG】by Jakeneutron

Waiting for this show to actually come out is definitely a pain. Luckily fan content exists to hold us off and this one is one of the best. Really captures the feeling of Pibby what she was before and after this Darkness invasion. If the show is as good as this music video, it will be a hit.

#1 - REAL MAN! (asdfmovie skateboarding cow song) by TomSka

The Skateboarding Cow as a joke. It was fine. But man, this song I think is one of the best to come out from the creators of Asdfmovie Series. The song really makes you really support this Real Man’s goal from being a Cow to a Skateboarding Champion. It also explains he was framed for the murders by that farmer. And honestly, it really is a great song for this year. Something I wish I had more of: determination to achieve your goals. And hopefully with the goals I have for next year, I can prove I am a real man as well.

#Songs of the Years

[offbrand-deltatraveler]

Aggretsuko Opinion Update:

Didn’t think it could get any lower, but it did

And it’s not even for the reason I thought it would be. Because despite what I heard prior to watching it,

Season 4 was honestly the best season ever since the story started continuously shooting itself in the foot. The story it was setting up for itself was amazing

Spoilers

Say what you want about the rest of the show Haida’s villain arc was fire

The problem was just that it didn’t give itself enough time to develop

In the time that they wasted shipping Retsuko and Haida for the 50th time (Despite her having turned him down thrice now), they could’ve just skipped straight to Himuro’s promotion and had Haida’s villain arc underway a quarter of the way through the season. And then they wouldn’t have to screw up the pacing by squeezing Operation Fuck-Up-Himuro in at last second

Though the really shitty part was the ending. And it’s not because everything goes back to normal

It’s because Retsuko is the one who deals the final blow against Himuro

The whole point of Haida’s villain arc is that he’s tired of being a loser. Nobody listens to his brilliant ideas, his crush has viewed him as just Some Guy At Work for years, and until 2 seconds before his promotion, he had two people making fun of how unspecial he is (Which they of course never apologized for, even after learning how badly it affected him)

Himuro finally gave him a chance to stand out among the crowd, and manipulates his respect for him to get him to do something terrible. Which only makes matters worse because he’s still just some guy in the crowd now. He’s just part of a higher crowd; As big as he is, Himuro still intends to remain on top of him. He’s just his puppet

Turns out his promotion didn’t get rid of his feelings of inferiority after all

And ignoring the fact that they made Retsuko slap him because Holy Shit A Female Character Knowingly Slapped A Broken Man For Absolutely No Fucking Reason. What A Power Move™️, you’d think his arc would end with him realizing he doesn’t have to be just some guy in the crowd;

It doesn’t

Instesd, when he’s having his climactic Friday Night Funkin’-ass rap battle against Himuro, Retsuko comes in last minute and blasts both of those mfs out the window with the death voice. Even going as far as to ask why she hasn’t beaten him yet, and saying that she really does have to do everything herself (Which she doesn’t apologize for. Figured that’d kinda be a given by now)

Which is antithetical to his arc because it takes away his main character moment. He’s just acting as the distraction so she can take the final step. Rendering him once again as just a guy in the crowd, rather than, y’know. A loser who cut the [Silly Strings] holding them back and became the [[BIG SHOT]] they’ve always wanted to be

And then the previous president and Mr. Tohn pull an “I didn’t really die” because of fucking course they did, and it turns out Haida is now ✨Unemployed✨!

Making him even more of a guy in the crowd because the little contribution he made ended up meaning literally nothing. The people who were holding him back are back in power, and are probably undoing all the changes he made, and he doesn’t even work that job anymore. Nothing was gained, and even more was lost

I shouldn’t be on my phone right now so I gotta end it here, but yeah. Fuck Aggretsuko. You had 3.5 Chances to make yourself a good show and blew every single one of them in ways I didn’t even think were possible

#aggretsuko #sanrio analysis post #tw rant #rant #rant tw

[camellia-salazar]

Guys, I'm terribly sorry but..

#savetf2

(I wanted to draw something for the community but due to graduation coming up this is all I get to do..)

So how I know tf2 was I've seen it pop up here and there when I was younger, but I didn't find actual interest in it until October 2021. So I've watched an animation from Piemations that actually dragged me into liking it.

That's when I found out that tf2 was actually a game, and it looked really fun. But I didn't want to start playing without having to know more about the gameplay and such. But I did watch Meet the Crew that shows more on the characters which got me even more excited to play it.

But at the time I remembered my mom telling me that the only computer that was available to play on can't support Steam (that well, but I just thought I couldn't at all). But mom reassured me that I could play steam games it just wouldn't work well for the computer (also the computer is pretty old).

So we (my brother Elijah and I, since he became interested in the game because I showed him it) got rid of Yandere Simulator, Friday Night Funkin', and a third game I can't remember right now just so we can play it. It took a while but we managed to get on it.

We mostly played offline/practice mode though because we weren't really ready for casual yet. So by the time we felt like it, we started playing casual. Back then the bot problem wasn't even a problem to us until I've realized over the months that it has gotten really worse.

After a while we couldn't play casual so instead we played community instead. Then after a while we stopped playing a lot and we mostly play every once in a while. Recently I got up on playing again and.. yup, casual was over crowded with bots and no one else, so I would play the community servers for my hour (since my siblings and I take turns with hours at a time) and give up until I feel like playing again.

Glad to have heard news that the community is working on saving the game. Again, sorry that I couldn't draw or do something to show my love for this game, I haven't gotten a whole lot of time because I was rehearsing for my graduation (which is this weekend actually).

But hopefully the game will be better so that as soon as I get my own computer/laptop I'll be able to play with my brother on the game (oh and we tried to get some of our other siblings interested in it too, but they probably don't, hopefully they will eventually tho, if not that's ok).

So yeah, that's my story, sorry it's pretty long, but I I'm glad you took the time to read it. Thanks! 😁👍

#savetf2 #tf2 #team fortress 2 #also we made a lot of friends on that game too #its my favorite game actually :3 #oh and btw i think it was 2021 but it was probably 2020 I don't remember #but i think it was the most recent one #so so sorry it took me THIS long to come up with something i didn't know how to contribute #also i was mostly busy today

[thewildwilds]

You wanna date our daughter? Then you better get ready for a rap battle!

#peko pekoyama #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #kuzupeko #danganronpa #sdr2 #dr2 #fuyupeko #anh's art #otp: i heard your voice #Y'ALL #how have i not heard of friday night funkin' until now??? #the nostalgia feels i love it so much #being revisited by my parappa and bust-a-groove days #anyway this game is a lot of fun and really challenge #but also daddy dearest and mommy mearest are huge kuzupeko energy

[nagichi-boop]

Friday Night Funkin’ Tips

Hello, I’m bored. So imma make a list of FNF tips for anyone who wants to play or is playing but is struggling. If someone as awful as me can complete every level on hard mode, so can you!!

(Btw, this is just how I’ve come to get decent at the game, so these tips might not work for you. Also, I’m not one of those legends that can do perfect runs on hard mode. I think me completing all the songs on hard was partially luck based.)

1. Hand positioning

Okay, this is gonna sound weird, but I think most people assume the best way to play is by using one hand on either WASD or the arrow keys. I used to do this, but it made hitting up and down very difficult because my middle finger had to hop between up and down, and on faster songs that’s really difficult.

BUT what if I told you that it’s much easier to use two hands? If you use your left hand on WASD to do left and down and use your right hand on the arrow keys for up and right, you might find it easier to hit the notes and you won’t get as confused since each hand only needs to control two buttons. It’ll take a bit of getting used to, but try it!

2. Do the tutorial

I know this sounds weird, but it’ll help you get used to the mechanics of the game. Also, if you kick it up to hard mode, it gives you a difficult sequence to do right at the end, which might help you if you can get it down. I’m not saying play the tutorial until you get it perfect, just once should probably work. But if you ever need to practice what I have decided to call a “note gradient” (where it is a row of the four notes one after the other), then try hard mode.

3. Choosing the difficulty

So I’ve heard some people say that for each week, you should start on easy, then hop up to normal, then to hard. Idk if I’m just impatient but I didn’t really follow this method. I usually jumped straight to hard and just played it over and over again (more on that in a second). If you want to do it in a progressive way, maybe skip easy and just go to normal (unless you are really struggling) because easy might be too...well, easy. Normal gives you a good sense of the beats of the song, so it might help you when you move up to hard.

4. Practice makes perfect

I know, this one sucks. But repetition is actually very helpful for this game. As I said before, I’m impatient so I often just jumped straight into hard mode. It was annoying to do at first because I’d lose really quickly, but eventually you learn the beats and your hand sort of forms a muscle memory. Sometimes you’ll have really bad rounds where you can’t hit the beats you KNOW you can hit, but it’s okay. Keep trying! :)

5. Start with week 1

I feel like this is somewhat obvious, but week 1 has a good progression of difficulty. The first two songs aren’t rly that hard, but it’s a nice way to get used to playing. Also, if you want to try hard mode, it’s a good intro to it. Week 1 was the first level on hard mode I completed and it took AGES (I was only using one hand so that probably didn’t help). I finished with the bar all the way on my end. But when I came back to it after completing some other levels and learning about the two hand technique, the bar was all the way at the Dad’s end - improvement!

6. Week 2...

Aka the week most people find the most difficult. I’m not sure what it is but this week seems way more difficult than most of the others - maybe because it feels weirdly off beat somehow? Anyways, you can skip this week and come back until you’re more comfortable with the game. Or if you want to do everything chronologically, first of all you’re very brave or stupid. Just a few pointers.

I’ve seen tips for certain bits that say focus on hitting the red/right notes (you’ll know it when you see it). I’m sure this works, but for me personally, I just got confused and still missed the red notes because I couldn’t figure out the beats. For me, it was a matter of rinse and repeat playing hard mode.

I’ve found that normal mode is kind of awkward for this level because it doesn’t hit all the notes as you hear them in the song, so it’s not as easy to get in the rhythm. Also, once you get past Spookeez - congrats! The hard part is over. South is waaay easier in comparison.

I’ve also recently found that playing this song on Newgrounds is much easier. The notes hit more on beat and I believe some notes are changed in the middle section so it’s easier.

7. Week 7

Ah, the new week. I don’t really have much in the way of tips tbh. My advice is just stick to point 4 - keep trying. My fingers eventually just figured out a bit of muscle memory and my random key smashing eventually turned into somewhat helpful key smashing. I’m not like my blind uncle, Tankman.

I do have a tip for the third song Stress though. I know there’s a lot happening, but you need to focus on your arrows. There’s a lot of notes that occur while it’s still Tankman’s turn, so you need to stay alert so that you don’t miss them.

I managed to pass Ugh and Stress first time on hard mode. Guns was the biggest problem for me, especially because in the second half of the song, the parts are really long, so if you can tangled up, it’s quite hard to recover.

And that’s about all I can think of right now! I’ll add more tips as I can think of them.

I hope these help someone! :)

#friday night funkin #fnf #fnf bf #fnf boyfriend #fnf keith #fnf gf #nagichi talks

[hexalianrebel-blackfeathers]

Crossfire

Panda’s Notes: Hey, it’s a new fandom. >w< I kind of fell in love with the chaos and characters from Friday Night Funkin’, so I’ve got a few stories in mind. This one is based on this piece by @fluffymary!

Find it on AO3!

John didn’t have a side. Demons, mortals; the blood of both ran through him. All he really knew was war. The smell of the gunpowder; the ringing in his head from explosive shells; the sounds of tanks and jeeps rolling across their battlefield and the men calling—

“Sir!!” He flinched out of his inner monologue and spun around to see one of his soldiers panting softly in the doorway. “He’s back again.”

As if on cue, there was a chorus of shouts under a melody of loud gunfire. Usually, John wouldn’t bat an eye, but today, he snatched his helmet and the staff leaning beside his door.

“Get Squad 17 together; tell them it’s time.”

The soldier sprinted down the hall, and John took a brisk march in the opposite direction. As he passed the infirmary windows, he could see several soldiers already appearing in beds; and with enough frequency that they quickly began to appear on top of each other. The kid certainly wasn’t slacking this time either.

The soldiers that had recovered were quick to fall into line behind John as he made his way out of the building and onto the field, fanning out to return to where their weapons had fallen from their deaths.

The air screamed as something tore through it at supersonic speeds, and the bullets from several soldiers’ guns were redirected or ricocheted back into their own or a fellow soldier’s face. A cloud of dust suddenly appeared, swirling around the little beast that caused it with his sudden stop.

Fully clad in red and green scales, carrying a beast of an automatic rifle, and excitedly whipping a long tail was the brat they’d met all those weeks ago; and had been continuing to meet every time the bastard needed to blow off steam or something. The little dragon glanced over his shoulder, eyes glowing bright green as he smirked with sharp teeth at John.

John only huffed as the dragon disappeared in a burst of speed, and he drew a strained breath as he felt blood strike his face from a soldier that happened to pass near him. Oh, he was going to teach this kid a lesson alright…

“Sir, do you copy?” John’s radio crackled softly on his shoulder, and he glanced around warily before tipping it closer to catch his voice.

“Copy. What do you want?”

“Squad 17 is in position. On your mark, sir.”

John smirked this time, drawing his staff from its holster on his back and stepping forward. “Everyone, you know what to do.”

The soldiers mobilized quickly, scattering away from the main area and gathering up in a tight group on the target practice field. Many were less than thrilled about the position they knew they were in, and they could only clutch their riot shields and brace when the call went out.

“Here he comes!” Someone shouted, and indeed, the beast could be easily spotted perched on a lamp post and sneering down at them. The rifle in his hands glowed with his green aura before he ripped it into the pair of Uzis they were all too familiar with. The second he vanished, soldiers were dropping and vanishing left and right as bullets ripped through them.

John took his time approaching; there was nothing more that the little bastard seemed to enjoy beside playing with his prey. In the meantime, he leaned into his radio, reconfirming the position and preparation of every member in Squad 17. He could feel a surge of power swirl around him and his staff, and he couldn’t resist the smile on his lips as he finally called out to their attacker.

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Pico adored the battlefield. Miles away from any cities or towns to damage or helpless people to put at risk; dozens of targets to mow through for his personal speed tests; and, most importantly, he knew he couldn’t kill any of them. Pico had known about the “Tankman’s” power long before he’d first been summoned to this place by Lilith’s own abilities. He’d always assumed it was just some kind of rumor; one if his mother’s exaggerated stories.

But here he was again, watching the same soldiers he’d shot through the head reemerge from the main building to come rushing back to the fray.

Fuck whatever Heaven’s got; this was the life.

He must have been a damn sight, tail wagging all over the place. He hadn’t razed like this since he was little, and even then, it was with his mother over his shoulder making sure he was sticking to the targets and locations she’d been assigned. Nothing like letting a fully loaded toddler do your job for you, after all.

He was smacked out of the casual memory by a bullet bouncing off of his armored hand. An attempt to disarm him, probably. Yeah, right. He lunged into a run, his aura spreading out around him. He never got tired of the way bullets hung in midair, easily redirected by a slap from his hand or tail and usually finding a new target in one of the soldiers firing at him. He paused again to catch his breath, unable to keep from laughing to himself as he rolled his shoulders and checked the stopwatch he’d mounted on his rifle.

He felt a sort of tingle as a new, powerful aura hit his senses. The half-blood; the leader; the Tankman. He glanced over his shoulder, sneering a bit fiendishly at the man before zipping off and sending a shot through the soldier that was running by him. He adored pissing him off almost more than mowing through his soldiers. Almost. Nah, no he didn’t.

He spotted a crowd growing at the far end of the training field, and he made his way to the top of a lamppost to get a good look. They were practically lined up, every other row bearing riot shields that wouldn’t stand a chance against Pico’s shots while the others were taking aim.

“Here he comes!” Someone called, and they all seemed to brace and cringe.

Oh, well, now he had to flex. He made a show of transforming his rifle into his favorite pair of Uzis before lunging down into the crowd. The sounds of his guns couldn’t even reach him with how fast he was moving, and he couldn’t resist tackling some soldiers to the ground to make room for a sweep of bullets before shooting them as well. His average time was coming up; he just knew it. He needed a good finisher. Maybe something flashy…

“Alright, you little shit!” Pico flinched at that familiar voice, looking up from his position of standing on a soldier’s chest. Oh, perfect! A high level tag. It’d be a first, for him at least, but taking Tankman down a peg in front of all his soldiers would be a fantastic note to head home on.

“This little game of yours ends now, ya goddamn salamander!” Tankman barked at him, holding a…a fuckin…glowing stick?

Pico blinked, capping the soldier he was standing on before turning to face his target. Why was it taking so long for him to catch his breath? He could have been over there by now. He scoffed as he caught sight of Tankman’s smirk; what’s a little headache if he got to punch that jaw in?

His aura spread out as he prepared to rush, and whoa, whoa, time-fucking-out!

He was dizzy; way too dizzy. He stumbled to a stop, keeping his distance from Tankman; but he was still shaking. His guns vanished, and his head cleared a bit. He could see the staff in Tankman’s hand glowing, and when he narrowed his eyes to hone his demon senses, he could see purple lines and symbols etched into the ground around him. Unfortunately, such an effort threw his head back into a spin, and he found his butt hitting the dirt as his tail and scales shifted off of him to leave him seated there in his school clothes. He pushed his red curls out of his face, panting softly as he glanced around at the soldiers surrounding his new little cage. Shit; there went his run.

“Men, I’d say Operation Coyote was a complete success.” Tankman said with a grin as he stepped forward, and the soldiers cheered and laughed around him.

Pico growled as he locked his gaze on Tankman. His face shifted suddenly as his eyes glowed, flames wisping between the gaps in his teeth as he—promptly faceplanted into the dirt from the sudden lightheadedness.

“Aw, isn’t that cute?” Tankman jeered as others chuckled, and Pico looked up to see him kneeling beside the edge of the circle, which seemed a lot smaller now than it had a minute ago. “He tried to do the scary eyes.” The man popped the visor off of his helmet, and Pico’s face fell as bright purple eyes bored into him from pitch black sclera.

Tankman sneered for a moment at Pico’s speechless staring, standing up as he reattached the visor. “Heh, and that’s how you do it, kid. You like your new playpen, brat?”

Pico blushed a bit, embarrassed, and quickly got to his feet. “It’s tacky, old man.” He growled, clenching a fist and trying a punch. He wasn’t surprised when his hand couldn’t go past the circle, but he was surprised when Tankman’s hand came through to grab him by his shirt.

“Yeah, it’s an older setup;” The man hummed, easily dangling Pico’s human form as the kid kicked against the barrier. “It’s amazing what you pick up when you’re raised by Demon Hunters, eh?”

Pico snarled softly, trying to pry those deceptively strong fingers off of his collar. “When I get out of here, I’m gonna fucking—!" He was shut up when his face was yanked against the barrier.

“You’re not gonna do a damn thing, you shitty little snake-spawn!”

Pico had winced a little at what he assumed must be the “Captain voice” he’d heard rumors about, a cheeky smirk seating itself on his lips to mask his nerves.

“We’re getting sick of your games, runt; and it’s about time you were put in—”

“What?!” Pico shouted exaggeratedly, tipping his head back and kicking the barrier again. “I-I can’t hear you; some old fuck blew my eardrums out with his bitching!”

He just knew Tankman was glaring at him through that stupid visor, and Pico couldn’t help laughing tauntingly until he was dropped on the ground. The man drew his hand back, resting it on his hip as the other tightened its grip on his staff.

“Men, next step. Get started.” He ordered shortly, stepping backwards.  

Pico scrambled to his feet. Okay, he was fine as long as he didn’t use his powers; no problem. The soldiers were regrouping, and about ten of them stepped closer to the circle with staves or wands or whatever conduit they carried. Pico growled softly; he had a feeling he knew what they were doing, but dammit, he couldn’t tell which of them was going to attack first. He glanced over his shoulder, sure that they’d go for his blind spot, only for something to lash around one of his wrists.

He yelped, planting his feet and trying to lean back. He did his best to suppress the instinct to use his demon strength, and he growled angrily as he was forced into a tug-of-war with at least one full-grown man who didn’t look like he was having much of a problem keeping the magic coil still. The soldier beside him seemed to perform the same spell, another coil of magic energy zipping around his free wrist.

“Ack! F-Fuckers!” Pico barked, his sneakers dragging in the dirt for a moment before he was yanked down to the ground. He cried out as his tongue got caught between his teeth, and he struggled to find traction to pull against the magic ropes.

“Not bad, boys.” Tankman called, sauntering into the circle. He rested his boot heavily on Pico’s back, and a pair of soldiers managed to wrangle Pico’s flailing legs from outside the circle. “Well, kid, not so tough now, are ya?”

Pico growled up at him, but dammit, he couldn’t think of a response. They’d actually caught him.

“Pfft, no stupid quips either, huh?” Tankman jeered. “Damn, that’s almost sad. Stevie! Front and Center!”

Pico could hear footsteps running toward them, and another soldier made an effort to pass through his sightline and give him a wave.

“Hello, Pico.” He said almost politely, carrying a book under his arm; and Pico hated how genuine he sounded. “Ah, sir, the spell’s ready when you are.”

 ////////////

John couldn’t help a roll of his eyes when Steve greeted the little brat, given the position they were all in. He was a sweetheart to a fault.

“The spell’s ready when you are.” Steve said with a smile, the book floating out of his palm as his hands glowed. As the pages flipped rapidly on their own, John cracked his knuckles and grinned.

“Good to hear it.” He chuckled, removing the glove on his left hand. “Hit me, Stevie.”

Steve took a deep breath and spread his fingers, and John felt magic wrap around his arm. It coiled and tightened between his fingers, supplying his powers without the circle draining them away. His arm shifted: a dark black-purple form with sharp fingers, meant to reach and pull at souls and the essences of life itself.

“Alright, kiddo…” John hummed, curling his fingers and sneering when he caught sight of the brat looking up at him. “Time to learn ya a thing or two about messing with soldiers.”

The kid yelped when John’s hand clutched at his shoulder, and John’s eyes glowed behind his visor as he forced the brat into a partial shift. Scales quickly covered his back, and half of his head became dragonesque, glowing eye included. The soldiers restraining him had to plant their feet and pull as he got a burst of strength to fight.

“Stevie?” John huffed, setting his knee on one of the kid’s legs as his free hand gripped a handle on his belt.

Steve knelt in front of their captive, smiling in that calming way he does. “Now, Pico, I can imagine how upset you must be, but I’d suggest you keep still. All we’re going to do is a sort of test. Research purposes.”

“Fuck you…” The brat hissed, and John smacked him on the back of the head with his free hand before he could stop himself.

“Don’t fucking talk to Stevie like that, shitstain.” He growled, returning his hand to his belt to finally pull up the knife he’d been unsheathing. “Since you don’t want it sugar-coated, I’m going to scrape some scales off you so our boys can find out what kind of bullshit makes you so damn bulletproof. Knowledge is half the battle, you know.”

The kid’s glowing eye turned to him, a mouth half full of sharp teeth trying to snarl.

John just rolled his eyes. “Yeah, kid, I’m so terrified.” He flipped the knife in his hand, angling the blade against the boy’s spine.

Despite the fact that he’d spent at least an hour sharpening the damn thing that morning just for this, it simply rattled along the scales like a tire of the off-road track. John sucked his teeth, his shifted hand clutching tighter when the brat tried to kick again.

“Knock it off!” He barked, sounding closer to a whine from where John was kneeling.

John bit back a chuckle, but a smirk played his lips as he set the tip of the knife at the back of the kid’s neck. “Why should I? You haven’t quit shooting up our battlefield every other day for weeks! I’d say this is the least of what you ought to get.”

Steve was eyeing the kid curiously, and he took a seat on the ground to look a little closer. John crisscrossed the knife along the scales at the center of their prisoner’s back, growing a bit frustrated when he realized he was only dulling his blade.

“I s-said quit it!” The kid’s voice pitched to a squeak, and he tried and failed again to pull. John actually paused this time, quirking an eyebrow.

“Ah, I see!” Steve suddenly said, smiling happily as he tipped his head to try and make eye contact. “You’re a little ticklish, aren’t you, Pico?”

The kid promptly looked away from him, not even letting out a growl this time.

Steve smirked a little, crossing his arms. “Oh, you’re very ticklish; my mistake.” He corrected teasingly, purposefully raising his voice a bit and giggling at the look the kid must have given him.

John rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Takes one to know one, Stevie.” He said with a little smile of his own, attempting to curb his frustration with that cute blush on Steve’s face. Of course, after all this hassle, the damn kid’s dragon hide turned his sharpest knife into a tickle tool.

Wait a fucking second…

  ////////////

It probably would have been easy for Pico to just tell Tankman that his demon form was pretty blade-proof, but he couldn’t resist the chance to upset him a little for putting him through this. He quickly regretted that decision when the knife managed to catch his nerves despite not breaking through his armor.

“Knock it off!” He insisted, trying to keep any giggles from slipping into his voice. That “Stevie” guy was watching him closely, and Pico was too focused on trying to struggle to hear whatever Tankman was saying. A shiver shot up his spine when the knife made zigzags across it, and damn him, that tickled so bad!

“I s-said quit it!” He squeaked out, still unable to escape the magic coils on his limbs.

“Ah, I see~!” Stevie said playfully, watching Pico’s face as he struggled. “You’re a little ticklish, aren’t you, Pico?”

The human half of his face felt hot, and he looked away from that stupid smile. He was just trying to get Pico’s guard down; he just knew it.

“Oh… you’re very ticklish; my mistake.” Stevie taunted, raising his voice enough that a few soldiers behind him actually reacted.

Pico gasped indignantly, and Stevie just giggled. Oh, he didn’t care how nice this guy was; Pico was lighting him up next time. He heard Tankman scoff, and he realized the knife wasn’t touching him anymore.

“Takes one to know one, Stevie.” Tankman teased, but then he seemed to pause as Stevie was pouting at him. Pico blinked and shook his head as it suddenly started to shift back to fully human. He didn’t have the leverage to look over his shoulder, but he saw Stevie and a few soldiers behind him smile and snicker.

Before Pico could figure out what was going on, he found himself laughing loudly and trying to struggle again. Tankman’s fingers were digging and scribbling over his back and shoulders, occasionally giving more firm scratches right over his spine. His hands crawled up and shoved into the spaces between his shoulders to flutter along his neck, ripping a squeal out of Pico’s mouth as he tried to scrunch his shoulders up to his ears.

“Gee, Stevie, I’d say he’s definitely pretty ticklish~” Tankman taunted, wiggling his fingers against Pico’s neck where he could. “The little brat’s caught my fingers.”

Pico, indeed, was making an effort to keep Tankman’s fingers pinned where they were despite the squeaky giggles he kept pulling out of him. This was embarrassing enough as it was.

Tankman leaned slightly, and Pico heard him whistle. There was a bit of a murmur, and a few footsteps crunched on the dirt.

“Oh, quit being a bitch, he can’t hurt you. Now, come here.”

Pico tried to look back, only to squeak and squirm when Tankman so much as twitched his fingers. Another weight set itself on his left ankle, and he could feel his sneaker being worked off.

“W-Wait a minute; that’s not fa—!” He tried to protest, giggles mixing in as Tankman leaned over him.

“Oh, yeah? And why is that? Your little dragon paws tickwish too?”

“Fuck you!” Pico shot back, unable to keep from laughing when the new soldier scratched gently at the sole of his foot, seemingly tracing the snake patterns on his sock.

“You know what I think is unfair?” Tankman continued, letting his nails drag one last time as he finally pulled his hands away from Pico’s neck; Pico still hesitated to let his shoulders down. “I think it’s pretty damn unfair that you keep running in here taking pot-shots at my soldiers just for shits and giggles.”

Pico had to bite his tongue to keep from giggling as Tankman aimed a poke between his shoulders to punctuate the line.

“So, obviously, it’s only fair that they get a few pot-shots at you. And hell, if bullets aren’t going to work, we’ll stick to what does.”

Tankman’s hands burrowed into Pico’s armpits, and the poor kid shrieked and yanked his arms down. “Ohoho! There it is! That’s a tickle spot, alright!” Tankman’s left hand came to pry at Pico’s right arm, his free hand scribbling faster and digging to draw out loud squeals.

Fingers were scribbling all over his foot, and someone else was digging into the back of his knee. He let out a cackle when someone’s hand found the soft part of his side, almost catching the edge of his stomach. Stevie still sat in front of him, ruffling Pico’s hair with one hand while the other gave gentle scribbles around his ears that made him giggle even harder.

“Sir, why don’t we flip him over?” Stevie suggested. “Get the poor thing out of the dirt.”

“Heh, yeah?” Tankman asked playfully, hooking his hands under Pico’s arms. “Or do you just want to find out if his tummy is as bad as yours too?”

“John!” Stevie scolded with a chuckle, and Pico flailed a bit as he was lifted up. Two soldiers grabbed his wrists, and—Wait, when the fuck did his hands get free anyway?! Pico didn’t have a chance to think about it, since several soldiers’ hands returned to their positions of scribbling or pinching around his torso.

Pico’s voice was lost in squeals and cackles as he tried to writhe. That same bastard had ahold of his foot again, and someone else was reaching over to scratch under his toes. An arm was hooked around his leg, and fingers scribbled under his knee; a claw-shaped hand vibrated and squeezed around his stomach, catching the edge of his bellybutton every time he squirmed; knuckles dug and twisted against his ribs; and there was some feather-light tracing under his chin and down his neck.

Pico was a damn patient person. He’d have been willing to forgive all that shit.

If the fuckers weren’t teasing him!!

It was mostly the fact that they were laughing at him that irked him—no, he was not just going loopy from his own laughter, the soldiers were chuckling at his ordeal like fucking sadists—but the cooing in his ears and to each other about ‘how cute’ he was, and ‘poor thing’ and ‘Maybe we could let him go if he’s learned his lesson~”

Oh, yeah, that Stevie guy was so dead.

Tankman laughed beside him, arms crossed for a moment as he tapped his foot. “Nah, maybe a little longer. Kids like him tend to need some tutoring, y’know?”

Stevie gave him a little push, chuckling, and Pico tried his best to find some clarity.

A little headache was worth the glow that came to his eye.

  ////////////

John shook his head as he observed the chaos. Poor kid was kind of getting destroyed. Not that he didn’t deserve it, of course, but John certainly didn’t envy him right now.

Steve approached him with a smile, softly nudging John with his shoulder and adjusting his glasses with his thumb. “The guys are ruthless as usual.” He commented, sidestepping the poke John tried to give him.

“Yes. I’ve trained them well.” John chuckled, only to snicker and shake his head as a few of his soldiers broke off into their own little tickle fights.

“Think they should let up a little yet? I almost feel bad for poor Pico.”

John wanted to roll his eyes, but they stuck on Steve as he smiled fondly. “Yeah, no.” He snorted. “Good cop ain’t on call today, Stevie.”

“Maybe we could let him go if he’s learned his lesson~?” Steve suggested, raising his voice so the kid could hear him.

John let out a laugh, crossing his arms over his chest. “Nah, maybe a little longer just for that. Kids like him tend to need some tutoring, y’know?”

“John, you’re terrible.” Steve giggled, punching his arm lightly, and John chuckled with him until he felt something.

He looked up to see the kid glaring at him as best as he could through all that laughter, one eye glowing a bright, flickering green. He rolled his eyes and smirked.

“Yeah, kid, I’m so scared…” He huffed, stepping forward and kneeling in front of him. “But as long as this circle’s up, your powers aren’t getting you any—”

Something rattled, and John spun around for a second. It had sounded like it was right against his head, as if he was wearing a rattlesnake around his neck.

Rattlesnake…

“John?” Steve called hesitantly, looking around for a moment as well. When John’s eyes fell on him, they widened fearfully before he could catch himself. A tiny spot of green light rested perfectly still on Steve’s chest. As he was pulling his staff from over his shoulder, a hail of bullets came down fast enough to turn Steve into a fine mist and hard enough to rip deep burrows in the dirt where he once stood.

“Stevie!!” He cried out, eyes narrowing sharply as he turned around. “Men, get back; get behind me!”

The air itself seemed to rattle with gunfire as the soldiers around the bastard kid were quickly thinned out. Those who had managed to get behind John were encased in the purple shield he cast. Slashing lines were cut deep into the dusty earth, cutting through anyone in their path, and, as John was quick to realize, upsetting the ground enough to break the barrier spell they’d spent so long setting up.

The kid seemed to realize, too, since he shifted quickly into his demon form and curled up tight to protect himself. The rattling came closer until bullets were battering John’s shield. He growled to himself, and the soldiers around him attempted to aid him in boosting the shield’s power, but it seemed to chip faster with their effort.

It burst within seconds, and all of John’s soldiers were gone before he could blink. And to top it all off, John’s body was thrown to the ground by a weight attempting to cave in his ribs. A heavy boot came down on his collarbone. When he was finally able to open his eyes, he found himself staring down the barrel of a rifle, his helmet lost or broken somewhere during the chaos.

Two rattling tails swayed slowly in his peripheral. Less than he was used to; she wasn’t too mad. The gun was shoved up against his cheek as she ground the toe of her boot into his neck.

“O-Okay, easy, easy! Krotalía!” John choked out, grabbing at her ankle with one hand.

“Sergeant John Captain…” She hissed slowly, eyeing him through the sights. “I was starting to think you’d forgotten my name. Maybe got your hand shot off in a way ya finally couldn’t fix it. Would explain why ya never write me anymore.”

John could hear his soldiers’ footsteps coming from the main building, but they knew to keep their distance from this one.

Krotalía continued with a snide chuckle. “But, nah. Here I find you: still in one piece; still running the boys up and down the field; and most importantly: Picking on my goddamn kid!”

“Ma, I was fine!” The kid suddenly argued, stepping forward half shifted. “I could have handled them!”

John saw one of Krotalía’s tails split into two, and a gunshot rang out as the kid was thrown backwards with a little squeak.

“Oh, we’ll be discussing your punishment in a second, ya little hell spawn.” She snarled, but John could see her smiling over her shoulder.

“Alright, Rattlesnake, cut the shit.” John huffed, giving a small grin of his own. “Let me up. We’ll chat, yeah?”

Krotalía hissed faintly, unable to keep the smile off of her lips as she finally pulled the gun away from John’s face. “Yes, let’s…” She stepped back, turning away from him and giving her son a playful kick where he was lying.

John sat up with a wince, coughing softly and spitting some blood between his teeth. “So, who wants to talk about how your little brat has been razing through our battlefield like clockwork for the past few weeks?”

The woman chuckled, lifting her kid up by the back of his shirt and setting him down. “Yeah, I had a feeling he’d been getting some training in somewhere. He’s been getting awfully competitive with me lately.”

John glared slightly; fuck him for expecting a mischief making snake bitch to discipline her mischief making dragon brat.

She laughed at him though, resting her rifle over her shoulder. “I know that look, Johnny; you read like a bad script.” One of her tails whacked her kid to nudge him forward. “Go on, Pico. Make nice for once.”

The kid crossed his arms and looked away, thumping his tail on the dirt behind him; and when he finally looked up at John, he just stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry.

John snorted before he could catch himself. “Y’know, if you’re going to act like a four-year-old, maybe you should expect the tickle monster to get ya again next time too.”

He blushed brightly and snarled, shifting suddenly and attempting to lunge, only to be caught in one of his mother’s tails. “Dammit, Pico!” She growled while John just laughed again.

She set him on his feet again, and he shifted back to a mostly human shape before she gave him another whack on the back of his head this time. He grumbled angrily and stepped forward, extending a hand.

“…You know I’ll be back, right?” He asked, hinting a smirk.

“You gonna call your mommy to bail you out then too?” John teased, but he was quick to accept the handshake before the brat… Ugh, before Pico took it back. He even ruffled that mess of red hair as he chuckled and let go of his hand. “Krotalía, you don’t have to make him apologize. We’re all friends here, yeah?”

Pico spit out a little spark of flame and tried to pout, but he couldn’t help smiling a little. Krotalía looked between the two of them and rolled her eyes with a sigh.

“Boys…” She snickered, slipping one of her tails around Pico to guide his turn away from John and the soldiers. “C’mon, kid. Let’s go over those numbers you got.”

Pico had bounced excitedly at the idea, but he glanced back as they were walking. He drew one of his handguns from thin air and sneered right at John. “I’ll get you, old man…” He growled playfully, getting a little smack on his arm by his mother’s tail.

John chuckled, shaking his head. He’d look forward to it.

“John!” John glanced back to his troops, and the crowd parted slightly to let Steve run up. John smiled as he caught him in a hug, sighing softly over his shoulder and squeezing him tight.

“Are they already gone?” Steve asked softly, having to fix his glasses when John let him go. “That’s a shame. I wanted to speak to her.”

“You would say that after getting fucking shredded, wouldn’t you?” John chuckled, giving Steve a playful shove before addressing the soldiers that had gathered.

“Alright, men! I’d say we handled that pretty well, all things considered…”

There was a chorus of chuckles and murmurs in agreement.

“Now, I think we all know damn well this isn’t the last time we’ll be seeing Pico rushing through here. More importantly, the kid’s not gonna fall for that trick so easily again. It’s time I put you all on some heavier demon hunter training.”

He glanced back at Steve, who was already flipping through his summoned spellbook. “Game on, Stevie?”

Steve smiled fondly and shook his head. “Game on, sir.”

#a panda writes a thing #friday night funkin #friday night funkin pico #tankman #Tickling #fnf tickling

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Friday Night Funkin Original Story (Corrupta Nigrum) [Part 2: Crimson Metal]

Part 2: Crimson Metal

Another beautiful day shined upon the Holy Granda Church as Sarv sat within the greenhouse towards the back of the building, holding a plate of handmade cookies, some having strawberry frosting with a crudely made heart with a cross in the middle while others had gray frosting with an attempt to draw her friend Ruv, the nun trying to bring one of the pink cookies to the man’s mouth, only for Ruv to turn his head.

“Ruuuuv, just try them!” Sarv tried to bring the cookie closer to her friend’s face, only for Ruv to simply grunt in response.

“Sarv, you know how much I hate those kinds of foods,” the man stood up.

“Aww, but you haven’t even tried to eat one yet!” Sarv whined as Ruv stood up from his chair, Sarv following, “And where do you think you’re going?”

“Somewhere where I don’t have to be forced to eat disgusting sweets!” Ruv began walking away before Sarv held her cookie tighter going after the man.

“Oh no you don’t!” Sarv tried to shove one of the cookies into Ruv’s mouth, only for the man to slap it away, “H-Hey, I spent all last night making these! Pick it up right now, young man!”

“S-Sorry, but you asked for it!” Ruv explained, going down to get the cookie before realizing what was going on, looking up to see Sarv poised and ready to shove another cookie in his mouth, this one being the one representing his face, “Oh you little-”

“Come here!” Sarv exclaimed, running after the man who dodged every instance of her trying to shove the frosted dessert in his mouth.

“No, never!” Ruv widened his eyes a small bit, his eyebrows following the same pattern, a clear indication that he was either surprised or trying to smile despite not being able to do so.

“Say ahhh!” Sarv instructed, running after the man with her mouth open.

“AHHH!” Ruv screamed as the greenhouse shook with the man’s voice, the window panes that surrounded them beginning to crack as Sarv fell onto the ground, her plate breaking from the impact, a large array of her cookies littering the ground, as Sarv looked up, dizzy from the impact, but more so saddened by the remnant of all her work.

“Nooo, my cookies!” Sarv pretended to cry dramatically, Ruv rolling his eyes as he stood tall above her, “Ruv you brute, how could you?”

“Ugh, fine!” Ruv scoffed, grabbing one of the only whole cookies from the ground, this being the gray one with his face, before shoving it into his mouth before momentarily wincing at the strong flavor and swallowing it with a bit too much effort for eating such a simple food.

Sarv gasped with joy before picking up the rest of the broken cookies and bringing them to another plate she had left on one of the counters that held her tending tools for the greenhouse’s plants, waiting for her friend’s rather overdramatic attempt at trying to digest her gift to him.

“Sooo, how is it?” she gathered her broom and dustpan, sweeping the pieces of the plate into it turning to Ruv with an expectant smile.

“Sweet…..too sweet,” Ruv commented before coughing, a piece of the plate coming out of his mouth, “Oh, and this tastes horrible too by the way.”

“Ruv!” Sarv picked up the piece before placing it in the dustpan, emptying it in the trashcan nearby, “I swear, you can be such a child sometimes.”

“At least I’m not trying to force people to eat poison!” Ruv remarked.

“It’s not poison and you know it!” Sarv placed her hands on her hips as Ruv simply gave another grunt.

“It wasn’t…..completely awful,” Ruv responded as Sarv’s eyes sparkled from the compliment, hugging her friend tightly.

“Aw, you mean it?”

“Yeah, it was a lot better than your last ten tries this week,” Ruv shrugged.

“Gee, thanks very much,” Sarv said sarcastically, rolling her eyes before laughing, Ruv only capable of one or two chuckles as the duo stood underneath the sunlight beaming through the windows of their collection of fauna. 

Suddenly however, a small sobbing began coming from the door that stopped both friends from their little happy moment, Sarv slowly pulling away from her and Ruv’s embrace before walking towards the door that led to the main mass hall where nobody really arrived to nowadays, prayer being of little importance to a world that ran on melody, though Sarv believed otherwise.

“It’s that man again, isn’t it?” Ruv asked, following Sarv who peered through the crack of the door, observing an old man with a disheveled gray beard and long white hair at one of the church’s benches, kneeling down with his hands together in prayer as his eyes were closed, tears escaping from them as he continued to pray.

“Bless those who mourn, eternal God, with the…..*sniff*.....comfort of your love that I may face each new day…*sniff*...with hope and the certainty that nothing can destroy the good that has been given. May my and…*sniff*…..mine loved ones memories become joyful, their days enriched with friendship, and our lives encircled by your love, amen” the old man had said, sobs and sniffs in between his prayer as he let out a shaky breath before continuing to cry, his cane at his side.

Sarv looked on, a pained expression filling her face as she looked on, a pained guilt inside her chest that she couldn’t help everyone who was suffering in the world at the moment, the musical harmony that is shown through the flashy billboards and tv commercials only hiding the suffering that individuals like this man were feeling, and she couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Heh, “God’s Plan” as they called it.

“Yes….” Sarv finally responded to Ruv’s question as she gave a deep sigh of her melancholy heart.

“What’s his name?” Ruv asked as Sarv looked up at the man who stared at the praying elder, Ruv having never shown any interest in the lives of those outside of herself, though the nun simply smiled sadly with that fact.

“Joseph Gerrack,” Sarv answered before her smile shifted into a frown.

“Lost loved one I’m guessing?” Ruv closed his eyes for a moment, not needing to see Sarv’s slow nod to know he was right.

“His wife, Isabelle Gerrack, recently passed away at eighty just the other day, and Joseph, having been extremely close to her, used every cent he had left in his account to give her the medical and affectionate attention she needed and deserves but…..but it turned out to not be enough I’m afraid,” Sarv’s grip on the door’s side tightening for a moment, tears escaping her eyes for a second before the nun wiped them away, “Ruv, is it selfish of us to live passed all of them when they have to go through so much suffering and death, only to go to someplace better?”

“Are you saying life isn’t worth living if you go to a better place?” Ruv brought his voice lower than they had been speaking, but his words were always louder than necessary, so the nun could hear him clearly.

“Of course not, but I feel like it makes us look like we are living our lives free of worries while everyone has to go through the pain of losing their loved ones in the process of trying to be their best selves,” Sarv looked back at Joseph who had grabbed something from the coat of his jacket, this being a rosary that he gripped in his hand before continuing his prayer.

“Or maybe we lose ourselves,” Ruv’s hardened expression made it hard to make it apparent that he too had a saddened look on his face, “But we are lucky that we are immortal.”

“How so?” Sarv looked up at the man with surprise.

“We have more time to reflect on ourselves, find longer and better ways to help those who need it…...well, at least you do,” Ruv held Sarv’s hand as she simply smiled back with some semblance of understanding in her breaths. 

“Ruv, you know I believe you can do it, after everything that you’ve done to try redemption, to try and be a far better person than you have been,” Sarv squeezed the man’s help with a determined look, “You are not your actions. Don’t let your past define who you currently are.”

“Right,” Ruv looked down at the nun’s hands.

“Ruv, if you wouldn’t mind me asking, since you don’t really talk too much about other people around you and all, have you ever seen someone lose a loved one?” Sarv asked as Ruv’s eyes widened for a moment, the man placing both hands in his pockets in contemplation.

“Dozens of times actually,” Ruv sighed, “When I did some horrible things back in Tomsk, I was leaving the country, but before I reached the city walls, I encountered a cemetery with a few of the family members who belonged to those that I…..killed.

I heard them saying a prayer in their language, praying that ‘Благословенный Бог нашей земли обетованной, чтобы наша жизнь была наполнена светом и обетованием, и чтобы единство и слава, которые ждет всех нас в будущем, сбудутся, аминь.’ (Blessed God of our promised land, so that our lives will be filled with light and promise, and that the unity and glory that awaits all of us in the future will come true, amen).

At that moment I just felt like giving up, that nothing was worth continuing if I would only cause pain and suffering to those that I came near, but I stayed around for a little longer, moving into the next town over as I stayed within the alleys of the city, the motel having my posters up too, until a babushka came outside her home and say me, taking me inside her home.

As much as I didn’t trust her, she was nice to me, and when I asked her why she didn’t just call the police, she said something to me.

‘If you hit a dog with a shoe so that he stops eating all of your vareniki, it will live all of its life afraid to eat a single type of food, but if you teach it that there are other foods to eat, things that won’t get him in trouble, then it learns his lesson, and its trust on you as not an owner but a friend grows.’

I didn’t really know what she was talking about, but spending a while with her allowed me to self reflect on who I was as a person and although it only lasted a little bit, it helped me continue going forward with something in my chest, though I don’t know if it was hope or a desperate call for salvation that led me to this city…...to you.”

“Ruv…” Sarv gave a smile, the nun beginning to tear up once more before the man gesture that Joseph was leaving, Sarv quickly realizing this as she exited the greenhouse into the mass hall, “O-Oh, Mr. Gerrack, have a good day and may your soul rest in peace knowing that things will get better!”

“I trust the lord to promise me that, dear,” Joseph smiled and waved goodbye before using his cane to exit the building, dismissing Sarv’s consistent attempts to help walk him home.

“Another day, another empty church,” Sarv sighed, crossing her arms as she began to turn around, Ruv returning back inside the greenhouse.

“Excuse me!” the nun suddenly heard a voice come from the front of the church’s doors which opened slowly, a man peeking his head inside, quickly lowering his voice, “I-I’m not interrupting a mass, am I?”

“O-Oh!” Sarv gasp, this being one of the first times anybody had come to visit the church, “Not at all, please come in!”

“Thank goodness!” the man walked in, being nearly as tall as Sarv was, having short and black curly hair, thin glasses, a cinnamon suit that seemed to somewhat resemble her own, and an overhanging black cloak, “I didn’t wish to be rude since masses are quite sacred events held in these buildings, although it only seems as if one individual was here at the moment, so I take it today isn’t an average day?”

“If only,” Sarv gave a small laugh, “Unfortunately, it seems as if this is a regular occurrence for us.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“No, no, it’s quite alright!” Sarv waves her hands, dismissing the man’s worries, “We’re quite used to it.”

“I see, well, that’s good news at least,” the man gave a warm smile, looking around the church in admiration for its ancient yet welcoming infrastructure, “So I take it you’re Sarvente?”

“You’ve seen the poster!” Sarv clapped her hands together happily, “I thought most of them were removed from the bulletin board at the center of town, so I had thought no one would arrive, though here you are.”

“Well then, I’m glad I could make your day,” the man grinned, extending his hand out, “Geovanni Gouge, at your service.”

“Sarvente-er-you already know that, don’t you?” Sarv shook the man’s head with a sheepish smile, “Oh, have you come to join the church?”

“Oh, um, hehe,” Geovanni scratched the back of his head, “Actually, I came here to look for you.”

“For me?” Sarv tiled her head, “Well, whatever for?”

“Have you ever heard of Boyfriend and Luc-er-Girlfriend?” Geovanni asked the nun who contemplated the question, her memories fluttering back to a few weeks ago before it snapped into place. 

“Oh, the ungrateful children,” Sarv said in an irritating tone, “Yes, unfortunately we’ve had the pleasure of crossing paths, why do you ask?”

“Do you remember having a rap battle with them?” Geovanni continued as Sarv began nodding slowly before stopping.

“Wait, how do you know this?” Sarv questioned, unaware that she and the children had had an audience during that evening.

“Oh, yes, this is always the hardest part to explain,” the man scratched the back of his head with a nervous smile, “Well, to best describe it, I was simply observing the events surrounding Boyfriend and Girlfriend’s “adventures” and “encounters” with those opposing their average life, though the direct orders of Daddy Dearest.”

“Daddy Dearest?” Sarv repeated the name, contemplating it for a moment before a glare formed on her face as she clenched her gloves hands together in anger, “That demon!”

“Yes, well, through my own person peering spell that allows me to view events through the time and space of this reality, only tying it to the movements and overall body of Boyfriend himself, allowed me to follow him and Girlfriend throughout various dimensions and reality,” Geovanni continued to explain. 

“Alright, as impressive as your “magical techniques” sound, is there a point to any of this?” Sarv crossed her arms.

“Very straightforward, aren’t you?” Geovanni gave a nervous laugh, “Well, in any case, I…...require your demonic assistance.”

Sarv’s eyes widened for a moment before giving a rather pompous and joyful laugh that echoed the main church chamber, light momentarily shining through the ceramic stained glass from above the main doorway that led outside the building, an image depicting a cross with a halo on top, bringing golden light in that for a moment almost seemed to act like spotlights for both the nun and the man, Sarv covered in a golden yellow as the man was washed over with a peachy white.

“Is that a yes?” the man asked.

“Oh dear, you must have seen a few demons within your home to assume something that ridiculous,” Sarv let out another laugh, this one a bit more playful in nature. 

“I’m being serious…” Geovanni responded with confusion.

“Oh, I bet you are!” Sarv giggled, extending her hand out in a warm happiness, “Come now, let this nun show you the joys of belief and clear your mind of these silly accusations.”

“Wait, but I-” Geovanni protested before being thrown a microphone that had pulled out of what seemed to be thin air, as Sarv flipped the switch on hers, a small DVD player towards the back of the church, on a small table near the altar, playing a rather cheerful melody that, with the building’s emptiness, easily echoed along its walls as if a speaker system had been placed there.

It looked like there was no changing this lady’s mind.

And so, the first battle begins.

[This battle is fairly straightforward since it uses the same songs as the first Mid-Fight Masses one, “Parish”, with the same movements for Sarv and Geovanni with the only difference being the background and setting that the two are in which is similar to the original character’s church, only now we are located in the center mass hall, rows of such a building’s benches being seen in the background of both characters, a red carpet being laid down beneath them as a yellow and dim glow lights up said background, two amber spotlights shining down on both characters.]

“Argh, not again!” Sarv scowled for a moment, gripping her microphone with an extreme force, the nun’s eyes momentarily flashing a magenta hue before she simply gave a deep breath, her grip loosening, as she returned her cheerful expression and smile, “Shall we try this again?”

“Lady Sarvente, I really do not have time for this!” Geovanni protested, but the nun wasn’t paying attention.

“And I do not have time for your accusations, so I will ask you again, will you join the church?” Sarv’s left eye twitched suddenly, the nun’s patience beginning to run thin far faster than how it last occurred with the children. 

“I cannot do such a thing I’m afraid,” Geovanni looked down, a surprising amount of guilt in the sorcerer’s expression. 

Sarv too was surprised by the sudden addition of sadness in the man’s eyes, but he was just as rude as that boy and his beloved, right?

Yes, just another accusation after another, though his reasoning for knowing her secret was rather solid.

No, she couldn’t simply give up like this.

“Then so be it,” Sarv pressed on the lower button on her mic, switching over to her next song.

With both sides a bit frazzled, the second battle commences.

[Same situation as before, only this time the song “Worship” from the mod is the music for this battle, Sarv’s movements still the same, although Geovanni’s movements are different, being from the third round in part 1 of the story, “Dark Resistance”, where he, like Sarv, is worn out from the first battle and a bit more hesitant to truly beat her and cause more trouble in his mission, but the nun wasn’t holding back, so neither could he.]

“OH COME ON!” Sarv’s voice echoed through the sacred chamber’s walls before the nun simply glared at Geovanni, grabbing something from her pocket before taking out a phone, making sure not to break eye contact with the man while she did so, “Don’t go anywhere.”

“I can’t do that anyway, since I’ve come for your assistance,” Geovanni tried to explain before being interrupted by the phone call the nun was in, speaking to a man that the sorcerer was quite familiar with due to all the posters he had seen gathered around the streets.

“Sarv….” a deep russian accented voice echoed through the building without the need to even shout, a man wearing a grayish white jacket to accompany a face that the sorcerer had only ever seen in cookie wrappers at the local supermarket, wearing a black eyepatch with markings over his left eye, large and heavy boots, and a ushanka, “You do realize that we are in the same building, right?”

“O-Oh, right….” the nun gave a nervous laugh, “I suppose it’s a force of habit.”

“Is there a problem here?” the man that Geovanni knew as Ruvyzvat without a clear indication as to his or the nun’s last names had asked the sorcerer.

“No, I am simply trying to recruit Lady Sarvente’s assistance through her impeccable and beneficial use of demonic magic in order to stop a massive threat that is a danger to our reality as we know it!” Geovanni tried to reason with the man, Sarv’s eyes softening for a moment.

“T-Threat….?” she said softly, though only Ruv could hear her.

“How did you know about her secret demonic shifting abilities?” Ruv asked as Sarv was immediately snapped out of her concern, her expression shifting to anger.

“RUV!” she scolded the man who slowly recorrected himself.

“U-Um, I mean, how could you accuse a nun of being a demonic ruler…?” he gave a neutral thumbs up towards Sarv who simply face palmed.

“Yes, that you a lot,” Sarv said bitterly, “Would you just deal with him please?”

“Right…” Ruv gave a quick nod as the nun threw him a microphone, the man flipping it off before looking back at Sarv for a moment, gesturing around the room, “Um, don’t you want to…..you know?”

“Argh, I completely forgot!” Sarv folded her hands together, her patience at needle length, before the nun once again took a deep breath, mumbling a few prayers under her breath, “You know what, I’ll fix it, but still, do try to be careful.”

[Ruv nods as Zavodilla starts playing.]

“As you wish,” Ruv readied his voice, one which everyone at that moment knew could destroy the pillars in this place, the man taking a short breath before-

“ENOUGH!” Geovanni shouted, startling Sarv as Ruv simply stood still, the sorcerer’s pupils depicting magical circles as at the ends of his hand’s fingertips slowly spun two fairly large circles of similar complexity of ancient images, the sorcerer expression tired and pained, “I have come here to simply ask for aid to stop a celestial and primordial deity from consuming our reality as we know it, and I’ve witnessed your abilities, inside and outside your interactions with Boyfriend and Girlfriend, but neither of you seem to really care about my message, do you?”

Sarv’s cautious position and expression once again softened, the nun reaching out towards the sorcerer whose head was dropped down, his own mic dropping with it as feedback pierced the church, neither Ruv or Geovanni seeming to pay any mind as Sarv winced slightly.

“You know what? I think it’s better I leave,” Geovanni took a deep breath before passing his hands through his hair and straightening his tie, a necklace of sorts glinting in the golden light as the sorcerer turned around, walking towards the main doors of the church.

Sarv and Ruv looked at each other for a moment before the nun took a few steps forward, steps which turned to walking, and walking which turned into a light jog that made it easier to reach the man.

“W-Wait!” Sarv called out as Geovanni stopped, just a foot away from the door.

“Hmm?” the sorcerer turned around slowly, irritation still present in his face, though it was apparent that the desperation for hope was also within the depths of his eyes.

“Wait…” Sarv rubbed her arm, stopping a few feet away from the man, “Please, don’t go…….we’re…..I’m sorry for chasing you away from this sacred place.

I do not completely understand your comprehension of what I am, just as much as I myself lack the understanding of what you are, but my mission, compared to whatever may be your own, is of equal importance to me, this being the insurance that all beings in this mortal and peaceful realm of melody are accepting into the heavenly gates of the father above, so in my own regards it is hypocritical and pathetic of me to try and hide away from those who require assistance.

That being said however, I require your understanding of my own situation, one in which I cannot simply reveal my demonic form to a mortal, especially one who I have never met and who has the capabilities to do harm with this secret, so how can I be sure that you are not deceiving me, or worse, a demon yourself?”

Geovanni completely turned around, this newfound respect and understanding being responded to with a slight nod from the sorcerer who recreated the peering spell that he had tried to use on Girlfriend early that evening, the floral symbol floating in front of him before revealing his aura and essence to the nun whose eyes widened.

“I do not know if you understand what this spell is, but sorcerers and magic users who protect the peace of this world have blue souls, a trait known to those who are within the good alignment of this world,” the sorcerer gave a weak smile before dissipating the spell, “I couldn’t physically use the spell on you when I had first seen you or Ruvyzvat, but I’ve seen what you’ve done throughout all these years, and you’re actually one of my favorite portals to view every day, so I come to ask for your assistance since I truly believe that you care for all life and that your abilities, while somewhat chaotic if your mental and emotional state are unbalanced, can be used for good, like the one who denied your entrance into heaven.”

Sarv stood motionless for a moment, contemplating the sorcerer’s request before taking a deep breath and nodding to herself.

“To what extent do you need my assistance?” she asked the sorcerer who widened his eyes as if he did not expect the nun to agree this quickly. 

“Do you know of the Corrupta Nigrum?” Geovanni asked as Sarv thought of the name before the nun’s eyes widened as she looked over at Ruv.

“Ruv, be a dear and close the church for now, then meet us in the library,” she instructed as Ruv gave a hesitant nod, the nun turning back to Geovanni, “Follow me.”

With those words, Sarv grabbed the sorcerer’s arm before dragging him to the right of the altar in which a door was placed, walking through it with the nun before finding himself between two doors, one on the left and the other right, before Sarv opened the left door, gesturing that Geovanni follow her down a stairwell as they walked down, luminescent lights hanging overhead as they walked deeper and deeper down into what he postulated was the library Sarv had mentioned, until the nun and he stood in front of an ordain and biblically carved door depicting the true forms of angels such as seraphims, thrones, watchers, and images of crosses. 

Sarv turned the knob before opening the door, a warm light hitting the sorcerer’s face as the nun gestured he enter the room, Geovanni doing so before finding himself in a place that reminded him of his study room, only a bit smaller, the factor that made of for such a feature being the thick books that dotted the shelves, dust covering almost every surface, and a single one foot by two foot book that lay flatly opened on a lectern with a chair in front of the piece of furniture.

“Incredible….” Geovanni commented with awe, looking around the room before hearing a loud slam of the door behind him, whirling around to find Ruv closing the door as the man leaned on it, crossing his arms in expectations as Sarv walked up to the large text towards the end of the room, blowing on it as a cloud of dust gave way, making the trio begin to cough.

“Apologies, it is a bit dusty, though that is merely due to the fact that I have not used this title in such a long time,” Sarv coughed a bit more before flipping through the pages, “Though the Corrupta Nigrum is a name I have only heard of through the first mentions of the story of creation itself.”

“So you know about it?” Geovanni walked up to the nun, looking at the book with confusion as it was written in a language unbeknownst to the sorcerer before he snapped his fingers, magical circles appearing in place of his pupils as he stared at the book, focusing on some form of a translation spell, only for nothing to occur, “How strange…”

“It is an eldritch and ancient language that only those closest to God can understand unfortunately,” Sarv placed her gloved finger along one line in the text, “Though demonic entities are capable of understanding it for a reason unknown to myself.”

“You once again amaze me Lady Sarvente,” Geovanni gave a friendly smile as Sarv simply waved away the name.

“Please, Sarvente will do fine enough,” Sarv gave a small laugh, her expression then slowly shifting into seriousness as the nun returned her attention to the text, “In any case, I take it you know of the story itself?”

“It is more so an event, but I believe I have,” Geovanni nodded before clearing his throat, “From what I remember, it goes as follows:

‘ In the beginning of creation, God had made it is own purpose to form the world as we now know it today, a world where his children could interact through the use of melody and music in a way that problems could easily be solved through a friendly match of musical beats that were implanted in every single human being, be it through instrumental or vocal larynxes within every single living organism that exists in the planet as we know today.

Unfortunately, with harmony comes disharmony.

Those that went against the holy order, demons and the Blacyx, creatures that inhabit capabilities that exceed those of the laws of magic and arcanic elements of the world to torture or decieve the reality and world around ourselves, alike, made itr their sole purpose to go against the order set across by God and deceive the world into sin, not through any personal and means of betrayal, but more so an invitable result of the creation of a universe.

Harmony vs. disharmony, order vs. chaos, the world was placed into an unbalance that would threaten to annihilate everything. 

Fortunately, God the Allfather had decided to compact the evils of the world into one set entity, an entity that would center around destruction and chaos as humanity knew it, and he called this entity Corrupta Nigrum.

It is said that God had then sealed away the entity within a black void of nothingness, between the cracks of space and time itself, and that the peaceful melody that would consume the world will keep it at bay for all of eternity unless a certain event takes place.

The daughter of two demons, imbued by the power of hatred and melody combined into one paradoxical entity of disharmony and utter chaos, which then was called the Filia Obumbratio, if such an event ever should occur, wouldbirth a gateway from the void of nothingness in which the Corrupta Nigrum is stored and release it into the world which shall consume all of destruction.

Until that day arrives, the melody of the world shall keep it locked away in the chains of music, peace, etc…”

Sarv gave a nod of approval at the sorcerer’s memorization, Ruv simply tilting his head in confusion. 

“So basically, it’s a huge monster that wants to eat the world?” Ruv gestured his hands to represent an explosion, “Like boom and we’re dead?”

“An oversimplification, but yes,” Geovanni gave a single nod as Ruv simply grunted, wishing to hear the answer from Sarv rather than this stranger.

“Unfortunately, over time various dimensions began to form within our universe and portals between them and us began ripping the fabric of space and time a bit too thin, allowing the Corrupta Nigrum to peer into our world and spread his influence among a fairly large amount of people throughout the lands of this planet and some other dimensions as told by the rest of the scripture,” Sarv continued with the next few pages, “We have been unfortunate enough to receive a coincidence in which Filia Obumbratio is within our presence, haven’t we?”

“I am afraid so,” Geovanni nodded sadly, “Though with your connection with God, we could very well fix-”

“Pardon me, connection?” Sarv repeated the word, “I presumed you needed my assistance, but to simply speak with the Allfather is something I cannot do, apologies.”

“Ah, I see….” Geovanni took a deep breath before nodding to himself, “Well, luckily I expected this to occur, so I planned ahead of time, though what I require of you will unfortunately place your actions into question with your ability to ever enter heaven again.”

“I see…...well, I really don’t-”

“She won’t do it,” Ruv stepped into the conversation, interrupting Sarv in her words.

“I’m sorry….?” Geovanni narrowed his eyes in irritation.

“You heard me,” Ruv took a step forward as Sarv grabbed his arm to stop the man from continuing.

“Ruv, it’s alright, I just-”

“No, she won’t let all these years of hard work go to waste!” Ruv interjected the nun’s words again, the man’s voice loud enough that a few books fell from their shelves, their thickness causing clouds of dust to float around the room, making Sarv and Geovanni cough as Ruv stood unfazed, “She’s tried so hard to do good in the world, and I won’t let her waste it on some second hand plan.”

“Ruv….” Sarv sighed.

“Ruvyzvat, I have monitored your atrocities throughout the world,” Geovanni now took his step forward, snapping his fingers as a magic circle appeared, a journal of sorts coming from it as pieces of newspapers fell onto the ground, “Moscow, Russia, twelve families killed, five of which contained six family members while the other six had between two and three.

In Vladivostok of the same country, thirty adult males and five women were brutally beaten and the ten survivors, eight being men and two being women, had suffered blunt force trauma toward their cranium.

For some unknown reason, in Bern, Switzerland, seven adult males, two women, a canine strangely enough, and an unnamed authority figure of the country’s Swiss intelligence community of the Federal Intelligence Service were killed through what those of the vicinity of the “accident” amounted to around 300 decibels, their bodies suffering extreme pressure with external bleeding as those near the area nearly suffered noise-induced hearing loss. 

Shall I continue?”

Ruv stopped talking, the man’s eyes widening for a moment before he took a step backwards. 

“Mr. Gouge….” Sarv warned, the nun’s eyes once again flashing their magenta hue.

“You may try and hurt me to Mister Ruvyzvat,” Geovanni flickered the necklace hanging around his neck, the piece of jewelry connected by a metallic eye at the center which momentarily flashed a golden light, the action causing hundreds of small spinning magical circles to surround the man’s body, almost like a protective shield, “Though I have hold of all your secrets, and I will not hesitate to bring justice to all those you have harmed, deserving or not, before your attempt at redemption is placed underway.” 

“That is enough!” Sarv interrupted the argument. Standing between the two, “Mr. Gouge, if you wish for my assistance, you will respect both myself and Ruv, is that clear?”

“.....crystal,” Geovanni tucked his necklace back into his vest’s collar, “So, may I continue?”

“Please,” Sarv affirmed.

“Very well, my plan is to simply have you remain here in your church as a central point of communication between you and I wherein I will give you my number and we shall communicate with one another from across wherever locations I will be located within,” Geovanni twirled his hand around before revealing a small piece of paper that indeed had his number on it, almost like a slight of hand trick one would see at a party, “I have been forming a spell that can theoretically find organisms of an individual’s essence and very soul, forming a connection between yourself and any potential demonic entities.

If you are able to cast correctly, it will allow me to use my peering spell and find those around the world who hold a trace of the Corrupta Nigrum from ancient or recent times and contain them within a pocket dimension of sorts and…….we will unfortunately have to place Girlfriend into its walls as well, though in a comatose state so that she cannot tap into her seeded hatred and release the entity.”

“You are planning on imprisoning a young girl for something she isn't aware is within her body?” Sarv gasped, “That is beyond unholy of you Mr. Gouge!”

“Yes, well, I believe you should be questioning why God hasn’t gotten rid of, or at least tried to prevent, Girlfriend from being born or had at least sealed off this entity so that it couldn’t break the foils of its imprisonment, and now we have to save our reality ourselves,” Geovanni retorted before looking at the duo, “We have to do this…...together.”

 “I….I will try and see if I can perfect and find a capability to complete the spell,” Sarv said after a few moments of acquiescence, “Though I beg you to find a less vulgar, less inhumane way of doing this.”

“I will….” the sorcerer nodded sincerely.

“How did you find this “pocket reality” in the first place?” Ruv asked.

“Actually, this pocket dimension is one of our first individuals we have to find, one that I feel also contains the Corrupta Nigrum within her body, though I do not know her location as of yet,” Geovanni explained, “I will return to my home and find any other scrolls that could strengthen this spell for international locations. Can I count on you both to assist me?”

“I assist Sarv, not you…” Ruv commented bitterly as Geovanni handed the journal to the nun who smiled at Ruv’s comment.

“Very well, thank you once again,” the sorcerer gave a fairly diffident smile before walking towards the door and stopping, looking back at the two who had gotten started in reading the book, “Oh, and Sarv?”

“Yes?” the nun looked back at the sorcerer.

“After this is all said and done, I would love to join your church,” Geovanni said with a grin before walking back up the staircase. 

Sarv smiled with glee.

A new member to the church.

A new potential friend.

And a new threat.

Mid-Fight Masses is a Friday Night Funkin' Game Mod by Dokki.doodlez and all respective characters associated with it are also owned by said creator. 

Friday Night Funkin' is an open-source donationware rhythm game developed by Cameron "ninjamuffin99" Taylor, David "PhantomArcade" Brown, Isaac "kawaisprite" Garcia, and evilsk8r.

- End Of Part 2 - 

#friday night funkin #mid fight masses #Corrupta Nigrum #original story

[hokkaidossoul12]

So I recently got into the friday night funkin fandom and a idea came to mind, what if I draw Dorothy as a friday night funkin character. I had then idea of giving her a blue heart-shaped microphone with blue dungarees with sky blue fishnet shirt underneath. Oh, if you didn't know this about Dorothy yet, she is extremely nervous about singing in front of other people and if you can see closely her gem is a light purple color (meaning she is scared or nervous).

If I knew how to I would create a mod with Dorothy in it, and this would kinda be a plot/backstory to how she met certain characters. Dorothy would've been gifted the blue heart mic by Carol and  Dorothy would occasionally go into a private area where she would practice and sing her heart out. But, someone had soon caught her and began recording her as she sung, not knowing that someone was recording her. The video was quickly posted online where it soon became viral. It was a few days after that people started noticing her and Dorothy was soon crowded by a large amount of people she didn't even know, complimenting her voice and trying to get her to sing for them. Dorothy began to feel confused and nervous as to why people were wanting her to sing, she asked why they wanted her to sing for them when one of them showed her the video of herself up online. She had fear in her eyes at realizing that everyone would know about her voice, she then made up an excuse that she had a sore throat and couldn't sing in order to get away from the crowd. This went on for days, weeks, months even, she would go outside where there'd be a crowd of people waiting for her, and each day she would try to avoid the crowd of people by hiding her appearance with a large coat. But, she couldn't hide her appearance forever as one day the blue heart microphone she had on her had fallen out of her pocket, someone had seen the mic fall from her pocket and they ended up approaching Dorothy to give it back her, as they did so they decided to pull her coat off her to reveal her appearance to everyone. Dorothy shook as people began to surround her, demanding her to sing for them. Eventually Dorothy couldn't take it anymore and she ran away, but the crowd began to chase her. Quickly she ran far from the crowd and into a hidden alleyway right out of sight, she then heard the crowd of people run right past where she was hiding and she backed away in fear, eventually the crowd went away from the area, Dorothy breathed heavily and she backed up into a wall and slid down gently, tears formed in her eyes. She put her hands to her face and cried into her hands, not being able to hold her tears back. But, what Dorothy didn't know was that someone was in the alley with her, they were a rather tall figure with flame orange eyes. They stared down at her, they had a somewhat grumpy expression on their face, it was as though they were trying to hide away to as to not get caught. They scowled, Dorothy was making too much noise, it was going to get them both caught, they quietly immerged from the shadows to reveal their appearance, they resemble the body of person with a dark teal blue hoodie but had a bomb for a head. He got close to her and stared down at her, "hey, keep it down, would ya? your gonna get us-" Dorothy gasped and uncovered her hands from her face, she screamed at seeing the tall figure practically towering over her. The bomb-headed person was quick to react, he covered Dorothy's mouth to muffle her scream and held her against him, he was knelt down now so he could hold Dorothy in place. The bomb wait for a few moment, he then looked at Dorothy, he saw the panicked look in her eyes as she stared at him in fear, "shh...I'm not gonna hurt you, so you can calm down now..." Dorothy's expression seemed to soften now and she slowly calmed down. It was then that the bomb-headed person released Dorothy, she pulled away from the him, she was still nervous. There was then an awkward silence between the two of them, the bomb then took a moment to look at Dorothy before speaking up, "wait...you look familiar...", Dorothy sighed and looked away, "yeah yeah, I know...the video of me is all over the internet", "well...yes, but...your one of Carol's friends, right?" Dorothy looked at the bomb. "How did you know?", the bomb-headed person then pointed to the mic in her pocket, "she told me about you and that you carry that mic around with you." Dorothy spoke softly, "yeah...she got it for me a while ago, she thought I would go out in the world and start a singing

career..." she looked down at the ground before sitting back down, "but...I'm too much of a coward, I can't even sing in front of people without freaking out..." the bomb's expression seemed to soften off like Dorothy's. He knew how she felt. They both fell silence again as they did moments ago, this time they stayed quiet for longer. Dorothy gave herself some time before she was the one to speak up, "so...Carol and you...are you two friends as well?", she saw the bomb blush a bright orange, "well, you could say were...more than that." Dorothy paused for a moment before raising her head, something seemed to click in her head "wait...so your that boyfriend she's been talking about? Whitty's the name, right?" the bomb's eyes widened before he turned his head to Dorothy. "wait...how did you-", "She's crazy about you, loves to talk about you a lot, and I mean a lot", the bomb blushes more at that, Dorothy giggles at his reaction, "it good now that I know who you are, the name's Dorothy" she gives the bomb a small smile. The bomb looks at her and he couldn't help but smile back, "it's nice to meet you too." And so from then on Dorothy and Whitty begun to hang out more, they found many things they could relate to. They both learned each other's personalities and boundaries in conversations, and because of Whitty Dorothy had a boost in confidence in her singing. But, there were many other times where Dorothy had to have some time to herself to roam around. And it was one of those days in particular where she met a certain blue-haired male. Dorothy had decided to wonder down a part of town that she'd never come across before and heard what sounded like live music nearby. Curiosity ended up getting the better of her as she began to follow the sound of the music which she found lead to nearest train station, the closer in she got the more she could here the music. Dorothy then saw a young female in small red high heels with a red dress and merlot red hair, there was also two young males, one with a white shirt and a red symbol who had blue hair with a red and blue cap and a mic in his hand, then there was the other male who wore a green shirt long-sleeved shirt with ginger hair with a mic in one hand and a gun in the other. The ginger male seemed to be rapping/singing while the blue haired male seemed to be singing, it was as if they were having a singing battle. Dorothy continued to watch them sing away with her occasionally humming along to them sing/rap. It was soon after that the battle seemed to be over, both males seemed to shake hands in the end, Dorothy smiled at this. The ginger haired male then left the area, jumping onto one of the moving trains from nearby, Dorothy was surprised by this but then shrugged it off. Once the train that the ginger haired male had gone on left, Dorothy decided to leave, having seen enough around the roam and ready to head back home. But, it was then that the blue-haired male had caught a glimpse of Dorothy as she left the station, his eyes widened, he pulled out his phone to check if it was really her, the blue-haired male recognized from the popular video of her singing online. Believe it or not, he always wanted to opportunity to sing with her ever since the video blew up, he wasn't going to waste this once in a life time opportunity now. He and the female quickly grabbed the speaker and quickly went to the direction Dorothy had gone in. Dorothy had began walking down the streets and across the crossing to get back home with the blue-haired male and red-haired female chasing up behind her. It was then that Dorothy had seen the park inside the town which lead to a convenient shortcut to her home and so she went through the park, as she did she felt the nice grass from the park on her feet, she sniffed the air as she enjoyed the smells around her, she enjoyed the smells so much that she began running through the grass as she felt how nice the wind was on her fur. As Dorothy ran through the grass she noticed that there was a big hill with what looked like a perfect view on the top

with trees and the sun hitting the hill nicely, she then began to run towards and up the hill til she reached the top of the hill to met by more wind blowing against her fur and a beautiful view of the town below, she then sat down on the hill as she saw the view. "wow..." Dorothy had a glimmer in her eyes at the view, she sighed. That was then quickly interrupted by hearing the sound of something hitting the ground behind her, "h-huh?" she turned her head to see the speakers from before then the blue-haired male come toward her. "Beep!" Dorothy backed away from the blue-haired male, putting out her hands in front of her in defense. "l-look...I'm not looking for any trouble, ok?" she had a nervous look on her face as the blue-haired male continued his approach, he then pulled out his microphone and switched it on, "wait...what are you doing?", Dorothy then saw him tap the mic to make sure it was working. The blue-haired male then looked back up at her, "I've been waiting for this for a long time, you have no idea, Dorothy!" she paused for a minute, she tried to figure out what he was talking about until she finally understood what he meant. "woah woah woah! hang on there, mister, I don't do this type of thing!" the male smiled, "sure you do, you are a viral sensation, I thought you sung for a living?", "n-not in front of people...I can't...I-I g-et too nervous." the female went to Dorothy, the red-haired female could see how nervous she was and so she pulled Dorothy toward the speakers, the red-haired female then stuck out her hand "give me your microphone." Dorothy hesitated for a moment before pulling out her blue heart mic and giving it the red-haired female, it was barely even ten seconds before she was about to connect her microphone to the speaker. "w-woah...", the red-haired female then gave her microphone back to Dorothy, Dorothy then saw the female then sit up on the speaker and pull out her phone, pulling up something on her phone before pressing something on her phone, it was then that a slow instrumental song came from the speakers. "how about I help you warm up? I promise it will be simple for you" Dorothy shook, "b-but I-", "it's ok, boyfriend was nervous the first time he tried to sing...but I slowly helped him through it, all you have to do follow the notes I sing." Dorothy then looked back at the blue-haired male, he gave her a thumbs up, "you'll do great, I know you will!", Dorothy paused before closing her eyes, letting out a sigh before turning back to the red-haired female, "alright, let's go then." The red-haired female then waited for the right beat, giving Dorothy a moment to ready herself. The red-haired female then sung a tune to the music, Dorothy then sing the same tune back, the red-haired female then smile, "that's how you do it!" the red-haired female then sung another tune to which Dorothy repeated it back again, the red-haired female continued to sing a tune while Dorothy repeated them back. Dorothy grew more and more confident from this and eventually she began to sing her own tune to the song that was playing, the red-haired female let Dorothy carry on by herself until the song was finished. Once Dorothy heard the song finish she realized that she had done it just herself, she sweated slight "o-oh...I seemed to have gotten carried away, s-sorry..." she rubbed the back of her head, but...the red-haired female clapped, "no no, that was great! how do you feel now?" Dorothy's nervous expression seemed to fade, "oh, well, I feel...I feel..." Dorothy's tail then began to wag, "really good! I don't feel as nervous as I was, thank you for that, miss." The red-haired female giggle, "it's no problem, and you can call me girlfriend", the blue-haired male then approached her again, "you were awesome, Dorothy!", Dorothy turned to the blue-haired male. "thank you, what is your name if you wouldn't mind telling me?", "my name's boyfriend, but most people call me Keith." Dorothy then smiled at both Keith and girlfriend, "it's great to me you both", Dorothy then faced Keith, "And you know what? I

think I'm ready for that singing battle now, Keith." Keith then saw Dorothy skillfully twirl the blue heart mic in her hand as if it were a pen, she then threw it up in the air and caught it in her other hand, Keith then smirked and got himself ready. "I knew you were gonna say that!" and so the battle began between Dorothy and boyfriend to see who would come on top. ((btw, I used the name Keith for boyfriend since some of the people online referred him to that name.))

#HokkaidosSoul12 #FridayNightFunkin #Whitty #Carol #Girlfriend #Boyfriend/Keith #Boyfriend #DorothyTheDog #backstory #FNF #Shy #Click on keep reading for the backstory #ModCharacters #au? idk

[phemon]

Fading

Wow, okay this is out of left field. After *checks last fanfic* jesus, 3 YEARS of not posting any works I come out from the shadows with a new fanfic.

Weird thing, it’s not Undertale, it’s Hololive shipping. Yup, that new trend that I still do not understand completely (basically streamer but Live2D face-tracker anime girl?). I got into a ship from the 1st gen (specifically Amelia and Gura, and a bit of Kiara and Calliope)

For the record, I don’t condone the act of shipping ACTUAL PEOPLE together, but the AmeGura art and actual things they’ve done together is too cute to pass up. I hope that whomever enjoys this ship enjoys what I have to offer (and two more sequels are planned in the very near future. In fact I’m most likely going to start writing them after posting this)

For context, it’s my take on the “ending” of a series of works called “From Ame to Same” by FinnGalaxy on Ao3. They will be properly credited there when I do post it on Ao3. In a sense, it’s technically fan-fanfiction lol

Also, the title is a reference to the stellar Friday Night Funkin’ mod Smoke Em Out Struggle, which I was listening to the entire time I was writing this.

Enjoy.

Gura never thought about what happens when you’re about to die; but she realizes now that it doesn’t really matter. She’s seen multitudes of colonies, societies and cliques rise and fall, all while she watches in the background, wondering if it’ll ever happen to her. She’s never known another of her species long, so she has no clue of the lifespan of an Atlantean. All she knows is that it has taken way too long; but it’s finally happening.

She’s finally dying.

She hasn’t heard from any of her friends from the old times in a long time. Ina was the first one to suddenly disappear. She mentioned something about meeting the Elder Ones during her last stream and hasn’t been seen since. Of course, Calliope happened next when she lost her human body. Gura used to commune with Calli whenever she had time off from her reapings; but those occasional communications also ceased for whatever reason. Gura felt no ire, she’s sure Calli had her reasons. She never met her in the human world again, so Gura concluded she wasn’t able to find another body to occupy. Kiara was last seen flying through the air aimlessly with no plan, and Gura expected she needed some time alone. A lot of time, apparently.

And Amelia. Gura kept telling herself that that fateful day when her sunshine left her that final letter was not the last time she’d see her; but she knew she was lying to herself. Gura kept on making excuses like “Oh she’s probably jumping the time streams, searching for the answer to longevity and she’ll be right back when she’s done.” but lying to yourself for over 1000 years straight gets old. She only wished she could’ve kept the letter Amelia left for her, but like everything on this damned rock, nothing lasts forever and has decomposed. She didn’t think much of it anymore, she knows her memory’s not going anywhere.

Gura picked a quiet, serene place to die: an abandoned beach. Nice place to watch both the sunset and the ocean. She remarked that she gets to see her two favorite places that remind her of her two favorite things: The sea, from whence she came; and the sun, representing the place she left her heart, with Amelia. 

No-one was around to spend her final days with, as she never kept anyone close to her since her first friends. No need to form any relationships if they’re just going to dissolve once they die, she figured.

“Stupid Ame.” Gura muttered to herself, hugging herself closer to keep warmer. “Are you really not going to meet your wife ONE time before she dies? You really are cruel, you bozo...”

“Hey, you’re still badmouthing me until your last dying breaths? You pain me, sharky.”

“Great, now I’m hallucinating her voice right before I die, what a pai-” Gura stops halfway and whips around to find an all too familiar figure standing in front of her. “A-Ame?”

“Long time no see, Gura.” Amelia remarks nonchalantly as she walks up to Gura. She pushes her back down as Gura stands up to greet her. “Stay down, save your energy right before you die, right?”

“I.. I don’t get it. Why are you back? HOW are you back? Why are you back now?” Gura has so many questions she doesn’t know where to start. 

Amelia heaves a grunt and sits beside her. “I suppose I do owe an explanation, huh?” Amelia ponders a moment before starting again. “Well, your memory’s still sharp, right? Do you remember why I left in the first place?”

“Of course I do!” Gura almost shouts, but realizes she doesn’t need to raise her voice when Amelia’s right next to her. “I remember everything in that goodbye letter you wrote. Lots of cheesy lines in that, BT-dubs” Gura jokes which Amelia chuckles back at. “Sorry I couldn’t keep the letter; paper only lasts for so long.”

“Hey, I’m not the only one with the cheesy lines. I got your letter from Calli, she was somehow able to find the right me; despite me time-jumping all over the place.” She pulls out a small piece of paper. “Decomposing doesn’t matter to a time-traveler, so I still got mine. Anyways, I left because I wanted to find a way to be forever with you. And suffice to say, I didn’t find it.”

“Yeah, I gathered that when you left me alone for 1000+ years.” Gura commented dryly.

“Can it, shorty.” Amelia bit back. “Well time-traveling back and forth multiple times without resting took a massive toll on my body, and I was informed by Calli,” Amelia mutters “figures” under her breath “that I had only a few time-travels before it would be it for me. I pondered going back to see you one last time and dying in the timeline I met you guys.”

“On one hand, I’d be happy that you did return. On the other hand, you dying in my arms...” Gura thinks of the possibility and shudders. “So what you’re saying...”

“Yup, this is my last time travel. I went forward in time and found out when the last Atlantean Shark died, and figured it was you. Only hard part was finding out where you decided to die. Thank the stars you didn’t decide to sink to the bottom of the seabed alone.”

“And you figured that I’d want to die somewhere with some memories.” Gura concluded and Amelia nodded. “You recognize this place? We went on many midnight strolls down this beach.”

“Well the landmarks are certainly different from our time as Hololive members, but the geographical position is similar.” Amelia comments, looking at the surroundings.

“Yup, still our special place.” Gura smiles and intertwines her hand with Amelia’s. “So, now that you’ve explained why and how you’re here, I can finally say what I’ve been wanting to say.” Gura places her head on Amelia’s shoulder. “I’ve missed you, Sunshine.”

“The feeling’s mutual, sharky.” Amelia squeezes the shark’s little hand. “You know, I expected you to look radically different in 1000 years. But you’ve barely changed, save for a couple lines around your eyes.”

“I look the same because my heart left with you when you disappeared.” Gura gets up and whispers into Amelia’s ear.

Amelia turns several different shades of red. “Okay, how many years did it take you to come up with that corny ass line?”

“Couple hundred.” Gura jokes, then returns to her position beside Amelia. “I suppose when I arrived at Hololive I was already an adult. And you...” Gura sits up slightly to get a better look at Amelia’s form. “You still look the same as when you left me. What, you didn’t find the secret to immortality but found eternal beauty instead?”

“Well, by my own personal timeline, I say it’s only been a couple years since I left you, so I guess I haven’t changed mu-” Amelia attempts to explain how old she is but is cut off by Gura.

“Ha, trick question! You’ll always be beautiful in my eyes.” Gura faces Amelia and gives her a toothy grin.

And tomato red goes Amelia again. “I should NOT have left you that long if all you were going to do is come up with cheesy one-liners.”

“Damn straight!”

“Which begs the question.” Amelia shuffles into a more comfortable position and stares at the slowly descending sun. “Apart from coming up with the one-liners, what HAVE you been doing for over a millennium?”

“Oh, I’ve got a bunch of stories to tell you, Ame.” Gura starts, preparing her vocal chords. “But they’re going to take some time.”

“Wow, you’ve sure been on some adventures, Gura.” Amelia remarks, not shifting from the spot they’ve been sitting for the past couple hours. The sun has been slowly descending past the horizon and is minutes away from plunging the surroundings into twilight.

“Well, we’re not going anywhere, Gura. Let’s hear them.”

---

“I’ll always say this, they will never top the time I spent with you guys.” Gura stretches and lets out a big yawn. “Think it’s about time for me, how about you?”

“Thinking about the same, Gura.” Amelia feels the most tired she’s ever been, and that includes the massive amount of time-travelling she’s done. “Let’s hope we’ll meet again once we go through... Whatever the hell happens when you die, huh?”

“Oh please. Now that you’re back by my side, you’re not leaving it, alive or not. Afterlife or whatever it’ll be, I’m making sure we’re never separated.” Gura struggles to keep her eyes open.

“I’ll hold you onto that, sharky.” Amelia gives her wife’s hand one last squeeze. “From now on...”

“Until forever...” 

“‘Till death do us part.” They say in unison.

...

“Wait, we’re dying right now. Maybe we shouldn’t’ve said that.”

“Don’t ruin the moment, dork.”

#hololive #fanfic #amegura #amelia x gura

[sleepyfoodtruck]

Forest Guardian MOD: you're getting judged whether you deserve it or not.

hey! soooo i wanted to try my hand at a friday night funkin’ mod, i decided to name it “forest guardian” mod.

 it probably won't actually be a mod because i have NO idea how to code or program such a thing; don't have the time either. but i did want to write it down and work on it as a fanfic series,  post a few doodles here and there.i'll be writing the basics under a readmore! (sorry, english's not my mother language lol)

so basically this mod follows GF and BF wanting a calm, relaxing day. no battles, no hitmen, no clowns or bomb men or witches or yanderes. just...a nice date in the forest, in the outskirts of the city.

BF's a bit paranoid though, regardless of the forest being a few hours from the city, he's heard some...rumours.

legend has it that the forest is guarded by spirits, VERY protective spirits. littering?? can't do it if your arm's broken!! oh you left your kids unsupervised? too bad, they belong to the forest now. you dare throw trash in the lake?? say goodbye to your kneecaps, asshole.

GF's not worried tho, she's confident she can protect them both if the worst happens. so, in they go! they walk deeper and deeper into the forest, ignoring the several signs to turn around and go home.

the signs: GO AWAY. NO HUMANS BEYOND THIS POINT. DANGER AHEAD. SERIOUSLY TURN AROUND OR YOU'LL REGRET IT.

BF & GF end up in a clearing, there's a beautiful lake and a lovely garden; everything looks too taken care of, almost as if people are living here...but there's no way, who could survive this deep into the forest??

the evening is upon you, the mood is great and everything seems to be going great...until there's a scream.

"who THE FUCK stepped on my goddamn MINT?!" // "and who are these people??? how did they even get here?"

a very pissed off goat...woman?? what the fuck? is that a MERMAID next to her?

not exactly: it's a (goat) faun and an undine. the goat is pissed because BF & GF stepped all over her herbal garden, the undine is rather upset at you two for upsetting her friend.

they introduce themselves as the forest guardians. it's a good thing you two are here! they've been meaning to go into the city to look for you.

what.

it just so happens that they've been watching you. these two are very powerful guardians, they know all about your adventures in the Church, the military restricted zone, Nevada...you name it, they've seen it all! and the goat doesn't like you.

She thinks you're too rude, you've caused enough grief to people who didn't deserve it. The undine thinks you could stand to be a bit better, but she doesn't really care.

they both agree that you deserve punishment. it's a good thing (for them!) that Daddy Dearest put up a WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE poster for all to see, offering a huge price for BF's head.

and, you know, they graduated university and they're trying to pay off their student debt.

surely you won't mind being judged for your missdeeds, and helping two struggling spirits along the way?

#fnf mod #fnf oc #AHHHH i'm actually super excited and i can't wait to begin writing #so pls bear with my spam a bit lmao