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scitties-enjoyer · 1 year

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Missing!?! - JSR×MCYT

@bluiex I have been playing JSR again so! More rollerblades and spray paint!

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Grian was starting to get worried now. He'd done several laps of boatem's territory, even getting to the top of the highest buildings Mumbo could never hope to scale the way Grian did.

Who knows, maybe Mumbo had figured out the trick.

Well, he hadn't. And Grian had circled through the entire region several times, even going through the Wither Roses' territory. His own voice was blaring through his headphones, but Scott was his best chance for answers so he refused to switch stations for even a minute.

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"You're Boatem's leader, aren't you?" The man's gold tooth glinted.

"Well, yes, technically."

"Technically?"

"Well..."

"You mean someone else makes the decisions?"

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Now, Grian was over at the Octagon, a fancy mall that had popped up right by the residential district Boatem called their own. Notably, it had its' own gang, who regularly hung out on the roof of the building.

The problem was getting up there, but the day when heights actually dissuaded Grian would be a very sad day indeed.

He hopped up onto a bus shelter and then lept onto a ledge on the building itself.

Oh, this was too easy, with enough momentum Grian could get up that pipe and-

Ah success, Grian was another floor higher, and the window was open into an empty shop.

He hoped they knew something, Gem was apparently missing too, and that had done nothing to calm Grian's nerves.

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"You're not getting anything out of me." Gem grinned.

"Aren't we?" A voice blared over the speaker.

"You're too coward to even step foot in the room. I'm not telling you anything"

"Necessary precaution, you know better than anyone how toxic your roses can be. Of course, if I leave you in there long enough, whatever antidote or natural resistance you have... it'll run out eventually."

Gem didn't let her hesitation show on her face. Whoever this was... they were right. But there was no way they'd keep her that long, right?

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"Grian!" Came a shout from behind him, so he spun in place, now rolling slowly backwards from the momentum he'd gained.

He was cutting through the shop. In the crowds, Grian would be vulnerable, but this shop was empty, and the window open at the other side should take him to ledges he could use to get further up the building.

(and civillians kept getting caught in the crossfire when the cops brought out the big guns, so as fucked up as it was, it made sense to avoid crowds)

"Cub."

"What are you doing up here?" Cub asked.

"I'm..." Okay so rolling up to enemy territory without a plan wasn't smart, but sue him, Grian was worried! "... People are missing. I wanted to know if they had any idea what's going on."

This made Cub's expression even more somber. "People. Not just-"

"Mumbo and Gem, so far. That I know." Grian said.

Cub took Grian's hand in his own. It felt grounding. Safe. Grian hadn't felt safe all day.

"And Scar." Cub said.

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"Hello?" Scar called out. He really was alone in this sterile white room.

He pushed the panic down.

Studies showed he had a few days before the psychological effects of the confinement would start to become apparent. The question of how long they intended to keep Scar there was one he didn't have an answer for.

"I'm sure we can all come to a nice, safe, happy deal."

A voice crackled through a speaker. "I'm sure we could, if I wanted."

Scar may have been alone, but he was being watched.

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No.

That couldn't-

No. Scar was-

...Fuck.

Grian took a breath. "We need to get to the roof." He pulled his hand from Cub's and threw a grin that he hoped was less shaky than he felt. "Try to keep up."

#JSR×MCYT AU #mcyt au #this one isn't particularly shippy but as a warning there is definitely #hermitshipping

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betweenlands · 3 years

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okay first -- fish gang it the follow/unfollow button needs to be further from the *** for asks arggg. Fastest unfollow-crap-refollow of my life.

SECOND. Hi. Just dropping into your asks with a bucket of datd angst and questions that I'm not ACTUALLY gonna ask because I don't really want spoilers but -- dude. Seriously. What is even going on right now because I have theories? and I'm wondering if RK is sitting there wondering if Doc's skin or any of Renbob's flowers being green means anything and looking at himself looking for any hint that he's on a green life -- does he think he's in another 3rd life cycle?

And oh. OH. I do not want to see RK land amongst the Hermits, especially Boatem. O.O instant anxiety and worry. Especially Scar -- Hermit!Scar is such a different person than 3rd Life!Scar. 3rd Life!Scar can take RK and if he can't then he deserves whatever RK dishes out. But Hermit!Scar facing down the Red King? That's a scary, scary thought.

...okay sorry I'll leave now I just needed you and Fluffy to be aware that this this fic is currently in my top 3 brainrots and I am loving every update so thank you.

YEAH THE FOLLOW/UNFOLLOW BUTTON REALLY NEEDS TO BE LESS EASY TO HIT BY MISTAKE LMAO don't worry i totally get it

i will politely decline to answer the question about what rk's thinking because i think it's technically possible to put it together using the information you have so far (i think it goes all the way back to like, chapter three? four? five? somewhere around there?) and that'll be a fun mystery to solve

i just want to say one other thing. "hermit!scar is such a different person from 3rd life!scar" is. put a pin in that. you won't need that pin for a very long time, but put a pin in it anyway. also coughs in the direction of season 5

anyway I'M VERY GLAD YOU'RE ENJOYING IT there's gonna be more stuff to come, a few confirmations we've been dancing around, you know how it is, feel free to theorize wildly it's my favorite part of prewriting so much of this, getting to hop back to the past and go "oh is THAT what it looks like right now, vewy intewesting"

#ask #datd au #long post //??#maybe? idk. i barely care but just in case #orig #redwinterrises #my other favorite part of this is getting to offhand mention that some song or another is a datd song #and then watching people who Know My Brand Of Nonsense (from 77-2 and the whole thing with Mystery Fish) scramble desparately #yes. skitter around. it amuses me greatly

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scitties-enjoyer · 1 year

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The Octagon - JSR×MCYT

Grian talks to Martyn, who also has no idea what's happening and is facing his own loss.

@bluiex more JSR AU plot stuff!

The Jellie flashback is in reference to the dog being an unlockable character in JSR.

Grian rolled surprisingly easily off the ledge to fall right in front of where Scar was messing around with Jellie.

"And... done!"

Grian clicked his tounge.

"See, look," Scar picked her up, "I gave her little spray cans and tiny headphones Cub made and-"

Jellie shook her head, dislodging the headphones.

"No! Jelllieeeeeeeee! How can you be the newest boatem member without headphones!"

Grian laughed. "You're so silly sometimes, Scar."

"You love it."

"I do."

Grian reached the roof first, but a few moments later Cub was right behind him, and once again their hands were clasped together, grounding and comforting each other. Cub pressed a kiss to Grian's temple.

The Octagon's rudie gang had an odd base of operations. Strange architectural decisons up here meant that despite technically bein open air, a lot of the walkable space up here was sheltered from the elements completely. Grian had traced the pipes in his head on previous visits and given himself a headache with it.

Across from them, Martyn was clicking away on a computer setup, frustration building til he eventually shoved himself away from the makeshift setup in frustration, rolling backwards until he found himself facing the visitors.

"Hello, Martyn." Grian said.

"What are you two doing here?" Martyn asked, tone accusatory. "We're very busy right now."

It would probably be more intimidating if Martyn hadn't still been rolling towards the edge of a sharp drop. He kicked back to stop the movement.

Grian and Cub shared a look. Because why would the Octagon be busy if not for the same reason Grian and Cub had come in the first place.

"We- ah, we come in peace." Cub said.

"Then you've come at the wrong time."

"I think we've come at the right time." Grian argued.

"Really, do you have any idea what's-"

Grian cut him off. "Scar's missing. Mumbo, too. And unless I'm mistaken you're also missing someone."

Martyn swore under his breath. "Ren. Ren's missing."

Ren was chained to a chair. This was excessive. Weren't the police officers usually more interested in shooting them than taking them in for questioning?

Just what was going on?

"This is usually the part where I ask you for information." Said the well dressed man who entered the room.

"You won't be getting anything from me." Ren growled.

"But I already have everything I could want from you." The man grinned. "Except for your obedience, of course, but I'm sure I'll get that soon enough."

What was that supposed to mean?

The song on the radio faded out, and ... oh, Scott sounded pissed.

"Jimmy's missing." Scott's voice came through everyone's headphones. "I know he's not the only one. Share any info you have because we're going to tear these bastards down."

Suddenly, Scott's voice changed to something perky, "Anyway, how about something a bit different!" The next track was not an Ariana track, a small mercy in an otherwise horrific situation.

Well.

Jimmy was curled up in a corner of the room.

Kind of pathetic for the supposed leader of the 'codvengers', if he was being honest with himself. He didn't even need to do anything.

"What can you tell me about this?" he held up a piece of a disk, shoving it in Jimmy's face.

"I don't know anything!" Jimmy hissed, showing marginally more fire than expected. Marginally. Still.

"completely fucking useless." He threw a chair across the room.

"Anything you know could help." Cub said.

Martyn and Grian held eye contact for several moments before Martyn sighed and rolled back over to the computer setup. "I don't have much of anything, but I'm working on what I can. Doc's on the streets right now- he knows he's better here than I am!"

"He's also better out there." Grian said, without thinking.

Martyn glared at Grian. "Do you want my help, or not?"

He paused to rethink his statement, a little sheepish, "I'm sure he's just worried you'd get snatched up out there, too."

Martyn made some sort of noise. "I'll tell you when I find something. Just go."

There was one pipe that started up at the roof which spiralled all the way to the ground. Last time, Grian had laughed all the way down, loving the rush.

Every disappearance Grian learned about just made him more anxious.

And okay, maybe Boatem had enemies. Maybe all of the rudies in the city were locked in a fierce turf war over it. But this... it felt bigger. Grian was scared.

Cub, when they reached the ground, didn't even try to offer any words. No 'it'll be okay' because Cub couldn't be sure of that. But the hug helped.

"We'll find everyone." Grian said. "Or die trying." A promise, a declaration, not a meaningless platitude.

#JSR×MCYT AU #hermitshipping #grian #cubfan135 #convexian #cubrian #reasons to not tag martyn: I don't want my existence acknowledged thanks #does past midnight still count as tonight

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