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College has stopped kicking my butt enough for me to post another chapter of the the Scattered au fic. this one is meant to be a parallel to last chapter, so you might want to reread that one.

scattered au is by @hermitcraftheadcanons and their community

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Xisuma pulled himself out of the water, coughing a bit from what had gotten past his filter. He tried to look around only to squint at the light from the surface. He didn’t think he had swum that far up, but for all he knew, he was able to push himself that far to finally escape the warden. So when something suddenly attacked him and didn’t immediately kill him, Xisuma quickly fought back.

While initially swimming, he thought he had felt something though wasn’t sure, but this was much more clear. And slimelike, it seemed, since that’s what it felt like when he attacked it. But the following grunt of pain from the attacker sounded much more human like.

Xisuma did his best to focus on whatever was there, but he was seeing double. He looked back and forth, trying to tell if it was just from the intense lighting change or from there actually being two… things there. And it seemed it was the latter when the things looked at each other.

“Well, that’s probably not good.” The two things spoke in unison, which didn’t help the headache that Xisuma could feel coming on. Still, he was able to focus enough to get a good look at whatever was there and was a slime hybrid of sorts similar to Jevin, though instead of his very clearly blue slime, these two - one? They were more of a sea green. Plus from what Xisuma could guess, they were able to split like a regular slime, something Jevin couldn’t.

“Sorry.” Xisuma spoke up, it finally clicking in his mind that he had likely damaged them enough to make them split. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I thought you were attacking- I mean, maybe you were, but this does seem to be where you’re staying, so I guess I invaded your home a bit.”

“I guess. So, are you from around here?” The slime pair asked, making Xisuma shake his head. “Huh, neither am I… are we… This is the first time I’ve split so-”

Xisuma tilted his head a little. “I guess it is pretty safe here. Have you had any deaths so far?”

“I thought that was going to be my first.”

“So that would explain the lack of death messages as opposed to Gemini or Pearlescent. Do you know either of them?”

“No, sorry, not really.” The slime people answered. “Well, uh, there’s just enough here if you need basic tools, but not much else. I’ve got a pickaxe- crafting table.”

Xisuma looked between the two. “I think both would be nice. I spawned underground and had trouble with getting anything at all.” And before he could say more, the slime people were handing him those two items and a few more.

“You’re on your own for food though. Berries aren’t the most filling, so I’ve been eating them all up. They taste nice though.” And to prove their point, each of the slime people went after a berry, though they went after the same one and ended up fighting over it.

Xisuma nodded and went up to one of the walls. This would be much easier than getting the warden to do all his mining, seeing as how he would now be in control. He started to staircase out of the cave, placing what few torches he had until he found more coal. Technically he didn’t need to, but then something could spawn and head down and attack the slime pair. And Xisuma didn’t want to never return and just leave them there alone forever. So when he finally did get up to the surface, Xisuma went straight back down. “Are you sure you want to- er, what are you doing?”

The slime people looked back over to Xisuma and shrugged. “Trying to fuse back together or something. Why did you come back?”

Xisuma wasn’t sure exactly what happened, but the next thing he really knew, he was going back up towards the surface, his arms full from holding the slime pair, one cradled in each arm. Sure, they said they would be safe alone in the cave, but X couldn’t help the feeling that they wouldn’t be safe so far away. He was pretty sure it was just from his worry about everyone else, and this was just one person he could protect, but Xisuma couldn’t help but wonder if there was something else going on.

Hypno leaned against Etho, who was doing surprisingly well considering their current situation. Both of them were low on hunger, only managing to stay alive from what little they could get from the flowers and grass they picked and ate. Etho somehow managed to find a pig wandering around and killed it for some raw pork, handing it to Hypno to eat. They couldn’t cook it, but Etho was less worried about the hunger the meat would satiate and more about the fact that Hypno wasn’t fully himself.

After the initial shock of finding horns on Hypno’s head, the pair looked him over. Hypno made mention of an ache at the base of his spine, and Etho found a few concerning bumps on Hypno’s upper back. Until they actively looked into it, Hypno hadn’t noticed anything wrong, which led to them checking Etho, and also giving the ninja something to plan for on his next respawns.

Etho was glad they didn’t notice much with him, but with little to do, he explained to Hypno his encounters with Ren, Impulse and Grian. Out of the three, Impulse had seemed the most normal, only having red eyes instead of the golden brown he usually sported. Ren had seemed fine at first, but then in the attack from the creeper, the shifter had killed Etho, acting like an attacked wolf. And then Grian for the most part had been acting like a bird, though near the end…

A moobloom trotted over, pulling Etho out of his thoughts. It nuzzled against Hypno, who happily reciprocated. Still worried about the other hermit and the effects the environment was having on him, Etho forcefully separated the two, needing to attack the animal to make it flee.

“What was that for Etho? It was just being friendly.”

“Right now, we need to be cautious of everything. Especially those cows and all the flowers around here. Because in case you forgot, growing horns like that is not normal. Plus, we could use the food right now.”

Hypno huffed. “We’ll use up more energy trying to kill it than we would get from anything it drops. It’s better to let us willingly help us than-”

Etho suddenly held up a finger to shush Hypno, letting them listen to the breeze. “Do you hear that?”

Hypno listened, only hearing a few moos from the nearby moobloom. “The cows?”

“Well, okay yeah. But it’s more what I’m not hearing.” And then Etho pulled out his communicator. Hypno watched as Etho stared at the screen, mask moving ever so slightly as he mouthed counting up. But nothing was happening. At first, Hypno didn’t get what was so important until he pulled out his own communicator. No death messages were coming in. Specifically none from Impulse.

“Impulse got out.” Hypno said, whispering in disbelief. “Someone must have found him.”

Etho nodded. “Yeah, but the question is who.” And then almost immediately, it was answered.

Zedaph was slain by impulseSV

If there was one thing that was a benefit to respawning in the same place every time, it was the fact that no matter how many times Impulse died, the guardians wouldn’t disappear. Meaning that after a few attempts, he finally killed one of the monsters giving him grief. Just being able to slay one of them felt freeing with all the torment he was currently being put through, but that wasn’t the only benefit.

When the guardian died, it dropped two things, a prismarine shard and some cod. Impulse greedily grabbed at the items, stuffing the shard in his inventory and then stuffing the fish in his mouth. After not eating in so long, the fish seemed like the most heavenly food in the world, though Impulse had other ideas on why that was the case.

Here and there, guardians had completely ignored him. Sometimes he felt like he was getting a full breath of air even though he was still stuck in the water. He hadn’t missed the webbing between his fingers and toes growing each respawn nor the scales that appeared and itched like crazy. Half of Impulse would have preferred drowning forever instead of whatever this was, but his other half realized that it was likely his only way out.

Another respawn left him fumbling for his prismarine shard, using it to dig into the nearby blocks. Along with the claw-like nails he had gained, Impulse was able to break another block, making him smile at first, but then his expression dropped. With the way the temples were constructed, the walls weren’t that thick. Instead of gaining an air pocket, he had just broken into another chamber.

“Impulse.”

In anger, Impulse took the prismarine shard and used it against the next guardian he saw.

“Impulse.”

He started by using it like a knife and jamming it into the eye of the beast, making it flail and spread its spikes.

“Impulse.”

As the world around him seemed to fade into blues and golds, Impulse kept attacking, needing to get his anger out somehow.

“Impulse. Impulse. Impulse.” And then Impulse felt like he was falling, but he still thrashed around, trying to stop whatever it was. Then the next thing he knew, it was like gravity had increased drastically, leaving him pressed against the floor. Something moved and he attacked it, surprised to find it feeling much fluffier than the guardians had been. There was a sound, like someone talking, but why would anyone be talking with him stuck all alone. Etho maybe? Was he back?

As the creature died in his hands, Impulse looked towards the sound. The first thing he noticed was that Etho’s eyes were now both red. Even the sclera were red. He had also dyed his hair blond, and gotten rid of his mask, and well that wasn’t Etho at all. Impulse kicked his legs to try and swim closer, only to finally realize he wasn’t underwater anymore.

The moment Impulse realized he was out of the sea temple, he started taking gulps of air. His lungs had already started breathing it all, but now he was trying to get as much oxygen as he could before he drowned again. A part in the back of his mind told him he couldn’t drown right now, but his mental state wasn’t the best right now.

“Hey Impulse. Calming down now?” Tango was asking, and Impulse looked over, glad to see his friend. He nodded, which got Tango to smile before looking off towards the horizon. Impulse briefly followed Tango’s eyes before his hand moved and he felt the soft wool of the carpets beneath him. It almost felt overwhelming how different it was compared to the past week plus that he had been stuck in the temple. But it was also good, so he wrapped himself up before following Tango’s eyes once more.

“What’s that way?” Impulse spoke, voice feeling unfamiliar from disuse and possibly alterations that matched everything else going on with him.

“Zed. I’m hoping he’ll be able to find us again since I have made a bit of a path.”

Impulse tilted his head before noticing his inventory had many more items. “Did he get killed or something?”

“Yeah, you sort of killed him when we first summoned you in.” Tango explained, and Impulse felt horrified. Him? Kill Zedaph? For a prank or something, sure, that was believable, But this had been from pure bloodlust at the time.

“I killed him? Oh no! I didn’t know! It had been a guardian at first, and then I was falling, and then I was-”

“Hey, calm down.” Tango replied. He took a step toward Impulse, obviously to comfort him, but then Impulse was surprised to see his friend change their mind and step back again. “Zed and I figured something like this might happen. We would have made beds to set our spawn, but we haven’t been collecting wool that much, so at most we would have had just one piece.”

Impulse chucked a little after realizing there were no sheep around. “What? Did Zedaph finally grow his hair out enough?” And he expected Tango to laugh in return, but the frown that appeared didn’t bode well.

“Impulse, do you… realize what you look like?” Tango asked, and then Impulse looked down at his hand and flexed it.

“What’s happened with Zedaph?”

Tango took a few steps to the side and a moment later the nearby leaves of a tree caught fire. “Zed and I have had both of our more animal-esque traits acting up. I’m burning just about any flammable thing that gets close to me and his wool is growing out of control. There’s other stuff too but…”

“But even if you’re not ending up like me, you’re still dealing with your own things.”

“Hey! I’m back! And it looks like Impulse has not killed you!”

Hels cut down a hoglin that was in the way of he and Wels as they travelled the nether. Wels was reluctantly following, his copy being the only reason he was doing so well right now. Well that, and the fact that he was promising some sort of shelter. They went a bit further, and then Wels spotted something that was clearly man made, making him try to run forward for shelter before he was grabbed by Hels. “Don’t run ahead idiot. I just know that you’ll manage to die if you try that and we’ll have to start all over.”

“Well I’m sure I could find a way to survive fine on my own.”

“Sure you could.” Hels said, obviously sarcastic. “And your death messages make that so very believable. Tell me, have you noticed anything odd about your situation, other than being stuck in the nether.”

“Well, chat hasn’t been working right and I can’t regenerate my health.”

“Right… Well, what have you been eating?” Hels asked as they finally reached the door to the helsmit’s base, opening it to let Wels inside.

“Mainly crimson fungi or the rare pork if I can chip enough health away from a hoglin.” Wels answered, linking himself to the respawn anchor sitting inside.

“That fungi is only edible to hoglins you know.” Hels said, closing the door and then crossing his arms.

“Well obviously that’s not the case here.” And then Wels made his point by munching down on a mushroom he still had in his inventory.

Hels pursed his lips before yanking the fungi out of Wels’ hand and then smashing the knight’s head against a nearby wall. “Spit that out right now or I’ll go again until I break your tusks.”

“My what?” Wels asked, reluctantly spitting out the half chewed fungus.

“You’re an idiot. How did you not notice you were growing tusks?”

And Wels didn’t have an answer, just letting his hand go to his mouth and feel what were definitely tusks. “When did-”

“Who knows. My guess is it's something with this world. It’s not like any of us want to be here.”

Wels looked back over to Hels at that comment, a questioning look on his face. “Evil Xisuma approached me a few weeks ago. He was planning to get into the new season before the rest of you so he could keep from getting banned and put some action into play with his brother and a number of the other hermits. I wasn’t as interested in his plan, but having fun on the server on my own seemed like a good idea to me. A few others were planning to join us, but I’m sure they haven’t followed along. So as far as I’m aware, it is only Evil Xisuma and I trapped here with all of you.”

“Well, at the very least neither of us are stuck here alone.” Wels spoke, trying to give a positive spin on things.

“I would have preferred to be alone.” Hels replied. “You’ll use up more of my resources. That being said, my guess is you’re necessary for whatever is going on around here to stop. So until that’s fixed or I learn otherwise, I am reluctantly helping you.”

“Alright, that sounds fine for now. And you said Evil Xisuma is here too, correct? Any clue where he could be?”

Bdubs stared down at the void below his feet, glad to have stopped moving, though his gut was still getting used to that change. The guy in pink armor next to him was reluctantly patting his back as another wave of nausea hit and he started to dry heave. “Th-Thanks.”

“Whatever. I just know what being stuck in the void is like so I have a little sympathy.”

“Well glad to know I’m not the only one stuck in this situation. Not that that’s a good thing.”

“Right.” The armored person deadpanned, looking down at the void as well.

Bdubs was quiet for a little before looking over to his savior. “So then, I don’t really think I caught your name in all our yelling to heave both of us up here.”

The other person raised an eyebrow at Bdubs, as if to ask if he was serious, then being a little surprised when he was. The person hesitated, looking down, not to the void but more at their lap, then a hand fiddled with their hair before they finally looked back at Bdubs. “Name’s Xannes.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Bdubs!” And he held out a hand, pausing as he noticed the state it was in.

Xannes took the hand carefully and shook it, before helping it back to Bdubs’ side. “Side effect of the void. I’m more protected because of my armor, but you don’t have that.”

“Well now I’m actually upset about not having armor, even if it were pink.”

Xannes looked incredulous at that before putting his hands on his hips. “Hey, this is simply a… lightish red.”

“You mean pink.”

“Lightish. Red.”

“Lightish red is red mixed with white. And what does that give you? Pink. You’ve got pink armor.”

“Alright, so maybe it’s supposed to be pink.” Xannes conceded. “But my color is red, and this isn’t my armor, I’m simply borrowing it. So for anyone else, it would be pink, but as long as I wear it, it’s a lightish red.”

“Whatever you say.”

Xannes sighed and then carefully took Bdubs’ hand again. “Alright, so looking again, this doesn’t quite look as natural as being stuck in the voice can make it. Obviously that’s because none of this is natural. Even though it wouldn’t help me in the long run if it were working, I have tested plenty with my communicator and learned a number of things. First, we are not the only ones in a situation like this.”

“Yeah.” Bdubs agreed. “I already met Scar stuck on one of the islands below.”

“Noted.” Xannes nodded. “Well, others have similar odd spawns. I- Someone named Impulse had been stuck in a guardian temple, a Docm77 has been sent to his death by goats. X-Xisuma has been dealing with a warden.” Xannes started to explain, voice getting quieter at the last example, though Bdubs didn’t notice.

“And the void stuff?”

“If I knew more about what was going on, I could tell you. But as it stands, I can just tell your limbs seem to have a form of void-bite and your eyes are as dark as the void itself.”

Bdubs leaned back a little in shock at the comment. “Wait, really?” And then he was fishing into his shirt before pulling out a knife, Xannes’ eyes widening at the weapon. Bdubs held the blade up, briefly putting it back down to shine it against his shirt before using it as a mirror and then staring into it. Sure enough, his eyes seemed to go on forever into their sockets, pure darkness filling them.

“How many knives do you have?” Xannes asked, tearing Bdubs’ gaze from the weapon.

“Huh? Oh, I’ve got plenty. Want one?” And he pulled out another, only the tiniest bit worried about being stabbed by the unfamiliar person. But instead of stabbing him, Xannes simply threw the knife off the edge, watching it fall down. “What was that for?”

Xannes didn’t really reply, just holding a finger up for Bdubs to wait. Reluctantly, he did, but then got restless as time seemed to drag on. Any time he attempted to talk, he would just get shushed, making it feel even worse. Finally, out of nowhere, the knife suddenly fell past them, making Bdubs jump back enough that he nearly fell off their gateway and into the void, but Xannes grabbed him before that could happen and pulled him back in.

“Well then, it seems like a loop around the void lasts around two and a half minutes.” Xannes stated, shifting to turn his body and move to a different part of the gateway. “I guess it would be less on a second loop after already reaching terminal velocity, but it's good to know. I know something has been flying past here ever so often but I was still sort of stuck on the side of this thing for most of it, then I was dealing with you, so… you get the idea.”

“You telling me everything’s looping up and down like us?” Bdubs asked, looking around the sky, or what passed for it in the end.

“Us and anything non-living. I’ve already seen that there have been three void related deaths by Scar, Etho and TinFoilChef.”

“Well so far I’ve only seen Scar and you.” Bdubs replied. “I guess those other two are stuck around here too.”

“The chef, yes, but I’m not so sure about the other.” And Xannes handed his comm to Bdubs, showing a list of death messages, all belonging to Etho. “I have a function that lets me sort these messages. It’s very handy.” And then he reached off to the side, catching a comm as it fell from the air. “And this would be yours. I’ve seen it here and there… To be honest, it seems like it takes more than two or so minutes. We might need to test more.”

Bdubs swapped their communicators before looking down at the abyss below. “Well, Scar’s somewhere down there, I already found him once. I’m gonna see if I can get to him again and you can do whatever while I’m falling.”

Xannes rubbed his chin and then nodded. “Alright, go ahead. I’ll look out for you. If you respawn, wait a loop for me to catch you because I don’t have omniscient reaction time.”

“Sounds good to me.” Bdubs replied with a smile, then jumped into the void once more, ignoring the fear that came with it.

Scar rolled around on the end stone, trying to get to sleep. Sure, beds didn’t work in the end, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t sleep. It just wasn’t restful enough to keep phantoms away or set a spawn. Not like he needed to set a spawn three blocks away from his current one.

But right now, there was too much noise. The endermen were slowly losing their cool with Scar and he was also hearing the whispering of the vex. To be honest, that was probably why huge endermen were acting as they were. Void magic didn’t like to work with other magic.

But even with all of that, Scar really wanted to sleep for another reason. The whispers of the vex weren’t the only new thing with him. He had polished the pillar near him as just something to do other than wait around. The end rod in particular he shined until it was just mirror-like enough that he saw his green eyes were now vex blue. From that, he checked himself over a bit more and found that his eyes weren’t the only change. He seemed to be an inch or three shorter and his skin was definitely paler than before. He didn’t have wings again, but he knew it would only be a matter of time.

Scar really didn’t want to use any more help from the vex yet, knowing it would speed things up. He wanted to keep hope out for seeing Bdubs again before doing anything since it could be his last chance before a deal was needed once more. If he could just-

“Convex.” A much clearer whisper spoke, making Scar jump a little. “Are you sure a deal is such a bad thing at this stage in time?”

“Oh no no no no no.” Scar insisted, standing up and waving his hands in refusal. “I’m sure I’ll be better use to my friends if I’m not mostly stuck working with you guys.”

“What if you were not working for us?” The whisper asked, making Scar pause.

“Wait? I’m Convex because I can’t become true vex because of Xisuma and him tainting me and Cub with the void or something. I would think now being stuck in the end would make it worse, not better!”

“You still cannot, that is true. But a new evoker is being trained, one also tainted by the void. And I believe you would want to work with them.”

Scar inhaled sharply at the implication, knowing that it must be a hermit they were referring to. He fumbled in pulling his communicator out and then scrolled through all the death messages before finally seeing what he wanted. Death messages to vindicators and evokers, both about Mumbo. “So clarification on this deal?”

“You will still be considered Convex, but on a higher level than before. Not quite at the level of standard vex however. But during this, you will be linked to the new evoker, and cannot be released unless they themselves will it. And you should not will your release either.”

“Yeah, yeah, if that’s all, sure!” Scar agreed quickly, so excited he didn’t really take the time to think it over. Then suddenly he could feel more magic flowing into him. So much it felt like a red hot iron pressed all over his body, especially at his scars. And then it was gone, and he was left panting on the ground.

He didn’t know how long he had been there, but suddenly his name was shouted and Scar managed to lift his head up. He saw Bdubs rocking down towards him again and suddenly felt stronger again, getting a burst of energy and moving towards the builder. New wings spread from his back and let him fly, keeping him above the void as he grabbed his friend and then slowed them before reaching the abyss below, then slowly dragging them back up.

“Bdubs! Are you okay?!” Scar asked the moment they were both on the endstone, only staying on his feet for a second before his knees buckled beneath him.

“Am I okay? Am I okay?! I’m on the sweet sweet ground again!” And then he kissed the stone beneath him. “What about you? You look… not Scar but sound normal.”

“I can explain more in a bit. There’s an end city just over that way and I want to get something so we can start towards the main island. I’ll see if there’s elytra for you.”

“Oh no. I don’t think I ever want to fly again. If anyone, give it to Xannes.”

“Who?”

“Okay, guess my story first.”

On the main island, TFC dodged another attack from the dragon. She had been attacking less frequently, which was good and bad in his eyes. No attacking meant less dying, but TFC needed her attacks to even attempt destroying all the crystals. Because there was no way she was dying to fists alone with them still around.

That all being said, TFC had a sneaking suspicion on why exactly that was happening. His prosthetics were built to match his remaining limbs in function, but gradually over the past few respawns, they were becoming off balance. In trying to fix them, TFC realized he was less human than before, claws on his hands and feet, and tenderness at his tailbone and shoulder blades.

TFC was old, that much was true. And because of that, he had seen all sorts of situations. While for the most part the problems of this world were new to TFC, adaptations were not. A number of present day hybrids were a result of that. Heck, mob variants were also sourced from suce and occurrence. So yeah, TFC was not too surprised about seemingly becoming a dragon hybrid.

Thinking it over, in the long run it would likely give him just enough of an upper hand to defeat the dragon, but there was also the concern of how long it would take to get to that point and how far these alterations would go. If this went too far, the world itself could mistake him for a new ender dragon, and even after killing the real one, no portal would form due to his existence.

Well, if that was the case, he would need to figure out what it was that made the existence of the dragon close the portal and see if he could reverse it. Especially since he recalled at least one or two hermits were supposed to be stuck in the end with him. Though that did give him another idea. Maybe he didn’t have to keep fighting if the dragon opened the portal herself.

The next time TFC respawned, he waited, giving her time to rest. When he was sure the dragon was fully healed again, the miner made his way to the podium and waited. The dragon swooped a few times, giving some warning shots, but she didn’t attack TFC directly, and he made no move to attack the crystals. She didn’t look happy, but TFC had plenty of time to wait.

In a bout of frustration, ink was spilled over the floor, making Mumbo even more frustrated than before. He didn’t understand the need for learning another language just for spells. He was sure that knowing the characters that appeared with enchanting would be enough, but apparently the illagers had their own writing system. At the very least, Mumbo recognized a character or two that Scar or Cub must have had written down, but it still felt like he was learning a new language from scratch.

With ink all over the place, Mumbo paused to work on cleaning everything up. He had ruined nearly all his materials, so now he would have to attempt to get more or find an illager who would assist him in such a task. Paper was easy enough to get, a farm already set up in the mansion, but Mumbo hadn’t automated it yet, so there wasn’t going to be much to reap. And squid ink wasn’t something they just had on hand.

Mumbo reached the farming room and grabbed what sugarcane had grown, taking the reeds over to a crafting table then cutting and pressing them into paper. He only managed to make six pages from all of that and didn’t have the material to bind them into a book.Instead of leaving the room, Mumbo put the paper into a nearby chest and then pulled out his redstone materials.

As Mumbo built, he decided to multitask by using redstone dust to practice some of the characters he needed to learn. He couldn’t remember the normal order of the characters, so he just wrote them at random. He never really focused on the characters, so he didn’t notice when a few in a line started to glow a bit. In fact, he was just pausing his writing to work on fixing a bit of redstone, his head stuck in the contraption.

His hand blindly reached for some string to add as a tripwire, but he was about half a foot to the wrong side of his pile of materials. When Mumbo’s hand started to go further, it was stopped by some thread being placed in his hand. The redstoner said his thanks and then strung it up before pausing and pulling his head out.

Standing nearby was someone Mumbo immediately recognized, not knowing anyone else with a bright red sweater like that. Not caring that he was currently covered in redstone dust, Mumbo jumped at the newcomer and hugged them tightly, so glad to see a familiar face. “Grian! You’re okay! How did you get here? Where are the bots? Are you alright?”

But pulling away again, Mumbo watched as Grian just blinked at him, seeming a little confused. “I think you may be mistaken and confused, my mustachioed friend. I mean, I am okay and I got here because of you, but I’m not sure what you mean by bots and well, you were trying to take to someone named Grian.”

Mumbo furrowed his brows. Looking them over again, he could tell this had to be Grian. His clothes and hair and everything were the same. He couldn’t quite tell about their eyes because they were wearing a mask, but it matched the one he had seen Grian with in the past, a black mark on its face instead of the purple Eflyn expected. The only thing unfamiliar were the wings. Shape and pattern wise, they matched the wings Grian had, but the colors of the feathers were no longer red yellow and blue, but purple grey and black.

“Well then. If you’re not Grian, then who are you?” Mumbo asked, and the person giggled slightly.

“I could have swore you already knew, but I guess not. The name is Xelqua, but don’t go throwing it around to just anyone.” And just hearing it reminded Mumbo. It had been a name Grian had told him before.

“Well, if you don’t want me throwing it around, I’m going to have to call you something.” Mumbo spoke up, Xelqua seeming to agree. “Since I already mistook you for him and he’s not around, how about I call you Grian.”

“Hmm.” Grian thought about it before shaking his head. “Just you and me, you can call me Xelqua. Otherwise just Watcher is fine, okay?”

“But I-” Mumbo started to say, and then there was a clatter, making Mumbo and Grian look over at the door where Eflyn was standing.

“Well. It seems we have another guest then…”

Joe had paused in his material gathering. It was just going to be for a little bit, but he needed to clear his head. And the best idea he had for that was climbing the tower at spawn the correct way. Sure, he could try climbing from the outside or something, finding a window, but at this point these were definitely Watchers, and Joe was very much aware that they were not to be messed with.

Joe needed to pause on a platform to hold his head, a headache forming. It had been coming and going for a while, but it didn’t feel so bad now, the tower already lit up pretty well. As he waited, his other hand clutched at the wall as best it could, just feeling the texture of the wall, as if to check that it was real. “Guess you really couldn’t have been swayed, now could you?” Joe asked, speaking into the empty air around him. “Well maybe after this mess we can try it again.”

Joe climbed a few more parts of the parkour that acted as steps before nearly falling to a sudden splitting headache. He half considered letting go and trying again, there being enough hay lining the floor below to break his fall, but he had already gotten so far. And maybe if he could get to the top of the tower…

It had been ages ago when Joe had first met a Watcher. From what he could tell, it was even the first Watcher to exist. One that eventually disappeared to time that not even the other Watchers knew what happened. He wasn’t an expert of whatever the Watchers exactly were, but it had been enough that he recognized Grian as one pretty quickly when they first met in season six. Though that was partially from that not being their first meeting.

Yes, Joe had been along for a very long time. Which is why he was not happy with everything going on. But he had a bargaining chip in the form of knowledge, so getting to the top might be the one place to try and use it.

His headache passed and the glow from his eyes faded. Joe pulled himself back onto the platform and then adjusted his glasses. Just a bit more to go until he was at the top.

Doc woke up in a wood hut, lying in a bed. His back and head hurt, getting worse when he attempted to move to get up. He tried to remember what happened last, but suddenly being knocked unconscious wasn’t the best thing to try and remember. Looking around in a way that didn’t hurt as much, he was able to see a chest as well as something lying on the ground to his right.

Some crackling implied there was also a furnace running nearby. Mixed with that was some slight banging of metal from crafting and the hum of a tune that was familiar to Doc, but he couldn’t quite place it.

Another attempt to sit up left Doc yelp slightly in pain, stopping the humming and crafting sounds, getting replaced with footsteps that came towards him. “Are you awake this time?”

“Grumbot?” Doc asked, vaguely recognizing the robot that appeared in front of him. He only really distinctly knew his larger form, only seeing him and his brother at this size when they were just about to leave their previous world.

“Yeah. looks like you are. We have some bread if you’re hungry.” Grum spoke in a quiet voice that felt so odd compared to how energetic the hermits usually were. That being said, it had been a while since he had seen anyone else, so it might have just been from what others were dealing with. “I also left some of the wheat as wheat if you prefer that.”

“What? Why would I want that? Bread sounds fine.”

“Okay, I wasn’t sure if you were like dad or not.” Grum said before he went over to the chest, giving Doc a moment to think things over.

“Dad as in Grian or Mumbo?”

“Grian.” Grum answered, pulling out some food. “He was with us on the mountain. Everything was getting to him, so he started eating seeds instead of other stuff.”

“Okay. Is he out getting supplies or something?” Doc asked and then Grum’s face shifted to something sadder. “What happened to Grian?”

“I don’t know.” Grum spoke, managing to be quieter than before. “He just disappeared and Jrum and I were stuck alone on the mountain. And then I messed up.” And it took all of Doc’s willpower to not sit up and possibly hurt himself in the process with how sad Grum sounded in that moment.

“Why? What happened?”

“Someone figured out how to send messages in chat by accident. Jrum and I noticed, and we were going to try it out for ourselves, but it didn’t go right. And now Jrum… Jrum didn’t respawn right.”

And with that comment, Doc realized what was on the ground nearby. Jrum’s body was laid out, screen dark and body unmoving. “How long has he been like that?”

“A few days I think. It got really snowy so I couldn’t quite tell. Then I got busy digging through the snow until I found some ice to break.”

“And that must have been the waterfall I took down off the mountain.” Doc said, making Grum look a little sheepish.

“Sorry about hitting you when I fell. I freaked out a bit and then you were there and I couldn’t react in time. I’m sure if it was anyone else, they would have been in worse shape.”

“Why’s that?” Doc asked, though he had an idea based on which side of him ached more.

“Well, your metal parts helped protect you plus I think your thicker skull helped from a concussion.”

“My what?”

“Oh, I thought you…” Grum said, trailing off. “Um, so I think more weird stuff is happening than just being stuck wherever.”

“Yeah, I knew that.” Doc said. “Creeper instincts have been kicking in like crazy.”

“Well, your death messages mentioned goats a lot. It looks like because of that, you’ve started turning into a goat hybrid as well.”

“I’ve what?” Doc asked, incredulously. He ignored the pain from moving when he started feeling himself over, finally finding horns coming from his head. “Oh… huh…”

Grum forced Doc back down to a resting position before feeding him some bread. Here, how about I tell you what I know about, then you can tell me what you know.

“Sounds good to me.”

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whump-a-la-mode · 3 years

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Continuation of defiant whumpee the dark light three month one please

This is a little short, but I hope it’s still okay! Continuation from here.

CW//Mentions of death, sleep deprivation torture, dehumanization, collaring

“Now, I’m sure we’re all very excited about the new white water rafting course coming to town, but before we get to that, there is something else we need to note.”

The grin upon the reporter’s face was painted, yet practiced, polished enough to appear, in the slightest way, genuine. In the screen’s corner, an image fizzled into existence: An exterior shot of a building’s entrance, adorned with columns and countless plaques.

There was no need to label the heroes HQ-- It would be like labeling the Empire State Building. Redundant at best, insulting at worst.

“It’s been quite the eventful autumn, but I’m sure you will have no trouble remembering the siege that occurred downtown.” Easing from warm water to cold, the reporter’s voice turned gradually somber. “Believe it or not, the siege occurred three months ago today. In honor of the three Heroes lost in the attack, we ask the nation to now take a moment of silence.

The Organization of Heroes has also requested that we inform you of the upcoming public memorial parade next Saturday.

Now, let us reflect on all that we lost on that fateful day.”

Folding their hands together, the reporter dipped their head, clicking their tongue to count down the seconds. Once a minute had passed, they lifted it, expressions changing like costumery.

“Now, about the exciting white water rafting course coming to downtown Metropolis!”

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“I have to admit, Scientist, I’m skeptical.” There was a certain apprehension to Leader’s voice, accompanied by the rhythmic clomping of shined shoes on equally polished white tiles.

“What’s there to be skeptical about?” The scientist replied, oversized lab coat practically dragging behind them as they moved down the cavernous hallway, its ceiling stretching far above their head. “I said no escapes, and no one’s escaped! You know how good I am.”

“Yes, yes.” They nodded. “I’m well aware. But certain things are simply impossible. I mean, pigs can’t fly.”

“I’m working on that one, actually.”

“I- Okay. First of all, we need to have a talk about your funding. Secondly... We’re talking about Villain, here. I know you aren’t exactly most avid watcher of, well, the outside world in general. But you know about the siege. You know what they destroyed, what we lost. What the city lost. All at their hands. And now...”

“And now you’re going to have a bodyguard.”

“What if they run? What if they turn on us?”

Scientist was practically skipping as they moved to the end of the hallway, a hummed tune playing on their lips. At last, the two emerged before a pair of double doors, emblazoned with a thousand warnings of medical, safety, and administrative nature.

“Leader, have you heard of risk and reward?”

The two stood there, before the door, a newfound nerve coming with their idleness.

“I’ve heard of the saying. High risk, high reward?”

“Yes. Well, that would be closer to the economic concept that you are likely familiar with. I’m speaking in a purely psychological sense.

It’s an automatic process, leftover from our base mammalian brains. You see, instinctively, we, as humans, make decisions based on how much risk, and how much reward, is associated with them.

In almost all cases, any option with a high risk will be decided against, regardless of the associated reward. You see, the human body is very good at keeping itself alive.

But, if the reward is high enough, if the reward is something we truly need, then any risk can be taken.”

“What are you saying, Scientist?”

“I’m saying that Villain will do anything, protecting you including, if we give them something they need.”

“Which is...”

“Sleep.”

With that, the two, the scientist and the director, entered the chamber. It was bright, painfully so, even to the naked eye. Though the walls were scattered with all manner of scientific paraphernalia, Leader’s gaze snapped quite immediately to something else.

A dentist’s chair, in the center of the room, with a very familiar occupant.

Yet, Villain did not wear a single restraint upon them. Even so, their movements were limited to squirming, shifting their head back and forth.

Upon arriving at the side of the chair, the reason for such movements was quite rapidly made obvious.

The object placed upon the Villain’s face could not quite be described as a visor, though a more appropriate term refused to come to Leader’s mind. It appeared, almost, as a welder’s mask, cut off just below the eyes. Instead of being form fitting, the metal emerged a few inches from their face.

To make room for the lights.

Within the visor, a pair of blazing LEDs shone, all targeted at Villain’s trembling eyelids. Their sockets had nearly been swallowed whole by the dark bags beneath them.

“Wouldn’t want them falling asleep.” There was a childish grin upon Scientist’s face, associated with the grim words. “Now, Villain? Open your eyes. Look at me.”

With agonizing slowness, the villain carried out the order. Though, the light tearing at their corneas seemed to pain them terribly.

“I’ve brought someone to speak to you, now. Listen, or I’ll turn up the brightness on that little headpiece, okay?”

They didn’t need to be told a second time.

With a shuddering breath, Leader took a step forth. It was an odd feeling, knowing that they were speaking to an audience that was only listening under threat. But, this whole situation was rather odd, anyways.

“Villain, you have terrorized this city, my city, for longer than some of our younger residents can remember. I cannot say I understand your goals. But, whatever you wanted, be it power, be it fame, is a goal that you will never achieve.

Darkness can never defeat the light.

But, you have been granted abilities so powerful that some of my best soldiers could not dream of them. Leaving them to waste is not something I am willing to do. Thus, I have a choice for you to make.

I am in need of a bodyguard. An assistant. A partner in the field. And you are the perfect candidate for this position. This is your choice.

Either you swear the rest of your natural life to my service, or I shall give Scientist full license to continue their sleep deprivation study upon you. It is your choice, though I hope one option is more appealing.

So, what do you say?”

For a few moments, Villain’s cracked lips quivered, before, at last, they managed to produce a sound. A pair of them, in fact.

“Yes. Please.”

“Great!” Leader clapped their hands together. “Now, let’s seal this, shall we?”

From a loop on their belt, they withdrew a strap of leather-- decorated with studs, and dangling with a pendant. The organization’s logo.

With a single, decisive pull, the collar was fastened around Villain’s neck.

“Now.” Scientist smiled. “For your cooperation, it is time for you to rest. I would say... Hm, how about an hour? That seems fair to me.”

With a click, they turned off the lights, and Villain’s head dropped.

#villain whumpee #hero whumper #scientist whumper #leader whumper #villain whump #hero villain #whump #whumpblr

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spilled-some-blood · 4 years

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Would you write a hoffman thing where the reader helps him escape the bathroom at the end of VII and they nurse him back to health🥺❤️

THE AMOUNT OF WHOLESOME

You knew what your boyfriend was doing, you knew what a terrible man he had become and that he was a killer, but you stayed by his side, even helped him at some points. Mark was your everything, even though you felt like sometimes he would give up your life to save his own, you still loved him. You couldn’t help but see the good in him, sure he had his dark side but there was a side of him that you only saw, the side of him that was loving and smiled, held you close to him in the morning, just made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

Something tonight though felt wrong. You were sitting in your usual spot in bed with the pillows behind you propped up so you could sit comfortably while drinking your wine and reading, waiting for Mark to come home. You knew that Mark was a wanted man, he had planned to move both of you out of town soon and be on the run, sure it wasn’t how you expected your life to be with Mark but you’d do anything for him.

As your wine glass turned empty, you went to fill it again but the bottle was also empty. You checked the time seeing it almost be four in the morning and still no Mark. You looked at the muted tv that hung on the wall in front of your and Mark’s bed and grabbed the remote turning on the volume seeing Jill Kramer’s face come on the news.

“Over the past two hours, it seems our entire city has been shaken to its core,” the news reporter said, you closed your book putting it on the nightstand and focused all your attention on the screen, “in addition to the nine police employees killed tonight, Jill Tuck, the wife of serial killer John Kramer has been found dead.” Your hand went to your mouth in shock and turned off the tv, not even bothering with the rest. You knew this had to have been the work of Mark, who else would actually try to kill Jill and get away with it?

You quickly dialed Mark’s number praying for an answer but when the line went dead, you definitely knew something was wrong. You bothered to change into something different than just a t-shirt and shorts and knelt down to the box under your bed. You quickly did the combination and opened the box looking at Mark’s extra gun, the first gun that was supposed to be in the box was already gone. Mark had taught you how to shoot a gun just in case anyone tried to threaten you because of him so you knew what you were doing.

Reaching your car, you drove down the road as fast as you could without breaking any laws and having police pull you over and notice who you are. When you had reached the warehouse, you slammed on the brakes and didn’t even bother to turn off the car before you ran up the stairs to the warehouse, careful of any traps that had been left behind.

You were rushing to find Mark, not knowing if he was even alive or not. You hissed feeling something cut your leg and feeling the blood run down your leg but you ignored the pain and called Mark’s name.

You screamed when someone wrapped their arms around you and tried to stab a needle into your neck but you kicked them in the groin sending them to the ground and grabbed the needle out of their hands. You knelt down by the person wearing a pig mask noticing a cane beside them as you grabbed it and snapped it in two.

“I expected better from you Lawrence, I called you my friend,” you sighed looking at Lawrence pulling off the pig mask, “tell Alison I say hi.” You then took the needle and stabbed Lawrence in the neck sending the doctor unconscious and kept moving to find Mark.

You were walking around the warehouse, calling Mark’s name when you heard your name being said from a room near you.

“Mark?” you asked looking at a steel wall-door that you heard your name come from. You looked at the door looking for a way in but it seemed that the handle was gone, “Mark, listen to me please, it’s me. I’m gonna get you out of here but you need to work with me.”

“Y/N just leave, change your name and live a normal life, I’m already fucked,” Mark said from the other side of the door as you tried to find a way to open the door, “I’m sorry, I never should have brought you into this life.”

“Stop saying that, I’m getting you out of here,” you said looking at the door still trying to find a way in when you noticed a hand saw left outside the door and started to use it to pry open the door actually getting somewhere.

You pulled the door open when you had it open enough and ran over to Mark. You noticed the deceased and rotted body of Adam beside Mark and started to try and open the chain around Mark’s foot.

“Just saw it off, I’ll live,” Mark said looking at you and the saw still in your hand.

You laughed placing your hand on Mark’s stitched up cheek, “let’s save that for a last resort, you’re already torn up enough.” Realizing that there wasn’t anything for you to use to pick the lock on the chains, you looked at Mark with a sad expression, “I’ll be right back, you just stay right here.” You could only pray that Lawrence was still asleep.

“Be careful,” Mark said as you smiled, kissing him quickly telling him you would.

When you finally reached Lawrence’s body, he was still asleep thankfully as you reached into his pant’s pocket looking for the key to the chains. There had to have been a key somewhere, how else would Lawrence lock the lock on the chains? You turned the doctor onto his stomach and checked his back pocket pulling out something metal and noticed it was a key.

“Gotcha,” you smiled running back to where Mark was waiting for you and showed him the key.

“Y/N, your leg,” you had completely forgot the state your leg had been in before Mark had pointed it out. You looked down and saw all the dried blood on your jeans and the giant gash in your leg.

“I’ll be fine,” you said going over to Mark’s chains and shoving the key into the lock and turning it.

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When Mark had woken up, he was blinded by the bright light of the room, he tried to grasp at anything he could when he felt a hand intertwined with his own. Once his eyes adjusted to the light, Mark tried to sit up the best he could without pain when he noticed Y/N asleep next to him on a chair, her head resting on the pillow they were sharing and her hand holding his.

There was something special about you to Mark, something he didn’t want to lose, he wasn’t sure what he would do if you had been killed. He wanted your relationship to last with him, maybe even get married one day. He didn’t even know why you bothered to risk your life to save him from his bathroom tomb, but seeing you break into the bathroom was like he had seen a guardian angel come to save him. But there’s one thing he can understand best, he can’t see you again, he has to put an end to your relationship. He didn’t want you to become the next Jill Tuck, being interrogated and threatened everyday, being followed by journalists, getting her life ruined by a man. He’s not that selfish.

Slowly and unexpectedly carefully for a man his size, Mark slips out of the bed and freezes when you start mumbling something in your sleep. When he makes sure you didn’t wake up, he walks to his clothes and dresses up, out of the more comfortable clothes you had dressed him in. He knows you’re the type of person to go searching for him so he takes out his cellphone, opens the back of it and pulls out the card, putting it on the table. This will be explanatory on itself, at least that’s what Mark thinks.

He went to the door and put on his shoes then his coat and lingers for a moment. He tries to stop himself, but he can’t. So he just returns to the bedroom, leans and presses a soft kiss on your hair.

“Goodbye.” He whispers, then straightens his back, turns and leaves closing the door behind him.

As he walks to the underground parking lot to his car, Mark feels angry and empty at the same time. Yet he knows this is for the best. The best way to keep you safe.

Mark is unlocking his car door when he feels arms wrap around him and turns around to face you staring up at him with tears in your eyes, “you were just gonna leave?!” Mark tried to push you away and get in his car but you pushed him away from the car and got in front of the car door, “I’m not letting you just leave and give this up.”

Mark turned away from you, it hurt him to see you crying and just wanted to take you into his arms and apologize but he couldn’t let himself break.

“Mark I care about you for fucks sake!” you yelled trying to knock some sense into Mark but he wouldn’t bother listening to you, “and you’re gonna be so fucking selfish to just leave? I save your life and this is how I’m repaid, you leaving me with a broken heart as if I mean nothing to you.”

“Why did you come for me?” Mark asked, his hand on the door handle as if he was contemplating if he was actually going to leave or not, “you should have left me there, let me rot in that bathroom. But you risked your life for me, you risked people knowing of our relationship to get me.”

“It seems I’ve shown my hand, hm?” you mused. “You’re quite right… I should have done all of that.” Your intense gaze seemed to burn through Mark. “But on this particular occasion, what I wanted wasn’t what was most logical.”

“What are you saying, Y/N?” Mark murmured, his hand leaving the handle and turning to face you.

You brought a hand to cup Mark’s face, almost tenderly.

“I’m saying that dear Lawrence was wrong. And so was everyone else, including you. All of you think that you can’t feel… that you can’t love.” You drew out the word ‘love’ in a sing-song tone, grinning. Then your expression turned serious again. “Lawrence was right about one thing, though. Everyone has a weakness. And it just so happens… you’re mine.”

Mark looked at you.

“I would burn down this entire town for you. I would risk so much. And don’t ever forget that.”

“I won’t,” Mark whispered breathlessly.

#Mark hoffman #mark hoffman x reader #mark hoffman imagines #saw #saw x reader #saw imagines #mark go big sad #slashers #slashers x reader #slashers imagines

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writing-fanics · 3 years

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[ Mamoru x Fem!Reader ]

•[ Part Six ] • reincarnation final battle

I didn’t cry while writing this.... you did

'The dark spots on the sun continue to spread at unusual pace. Earthquakes, Volcanic, Eruptions, hurricanes, and other catastrophes believed to be caused by this phenomenon, continue to occur throughout the world. The National Weather Bureau is calling this an unprecedented atmospheric even and has released a statement sayin they-

“We will have to act quickly.” Atlas says, looking at the screen.

[Y/n] was at Hikawa Shrine, with the others. "Is everyone ready?" Mina asked, calmly.

“Yeah. Let’s do this.” Mako says, cracking her knuckles.

”well, there’s no turning back now.” Ami says,

“Hey, uh. Rei.” Usagi says, and everyone looks towards her.

”So did you at least give Yuichiro a kiss before leaving home?” She asks, looking at Rei.

and everyone makes a dumbfounded look, “And just why’d you bring that up?” Rei asks, looking at her.

”I just thought, what if something bad happens. You’re have regret.” Usagi says..

[ Time Skip ] cause I’m lazy..

They are in the Artic and, Usagi was shivering. Ami was looking down at her device, “Hey, I found it! There’s a strong evil Or is that coming from over in that direction!” Ami shouts, point towards the way.

Usagi sneezes, and the girls see a purple cloud coming from out of the ground. They begin to walk towards it, “Wait! The evil auras getting much stronger.” Ami says, looking down...

The girls look around, then a fog surronds them. “here they come.” [Y/n] says, looking down.

[Y/n] gasps seeing what seems to be Tuxedo Mask, appear in front of her. His suit tattered and ripped, “Tuxedo Mask.” She says, seeing him. But stops, something doesn’t feel right.

“Help me Sailor Luna.” He says and, she gasps looking up at him. She shakes her head,

“Please... Sailor Luna, my star.” He says, it was as if her legs seemed to move on her own. She got closer, but stopped.

“Its a monster!” Ami shouted, [Y/n] saw his eyes turning red. as a vine comes out of his chest.

The girls dodging it, then the monster shows up. “Hey you monster! How dare you trick me!” [Y/n] shouts at her..

Then five more of the monsters appear, “There’s five of them?” Usagi says, looking at them.

”You girls don’t stand a chance against us not while you are here in the D-Point.” The monsters says, to the girls.

“Sailor Luna, I love you.” He says and, she looks down and shakes her head.

“I’m not falling for it again!” [Y/n] shouted, then another vine comes out of him. The girls run away, then Jupiter turns around.

“Supreme Thunder!” Mako shouts, then sees Motoki and stops, and is surrounded by Vines. The vines wrap around her body, and all the girls gasp.

Watching as the other five show up, “Moon tiara action!” Usagi shouts,

‘Fire!’

”Its not good! Well end up hitting Jupiter.” Rei says, looking up at them.

“Never mind me! You’ve got to make your move to go stop Queen Beryl!” Mako shouts, towards them. Then she screams in pain, as she’s shocked by electricity.

”Allow me to give you girls a taste of what real thunder feels like.” She says, with a smirk on her face.

”Go to hell!” She shouts,

“Supreme Thunder!” She shouts, shouts electricity coming down. Electrocuting her and the monsters, as she screams in pain. A powerful blast goes off, around them.

the girls gasps, as it explodes. And Jupiter is frozen in spikes of ice, [Y/n] gasps, in horror.

“Jupiter!” The girls shout,

Mako opens her eyes, weakly and, looks at the girls. “Hey Girls...” Mako says, weakly looking at her friends.

”I’m coming!” Usagi shouts, trying to climb up to her.

“I’m not gonna make it..S-so go, get her, Get Queen Beryl. Hurry! Leave me here.” Mako says, weakly her eyes fighting to stay open.

”no we won’t! We have to go back there together!” Y/n shouts, tears running down her cheeks.

”Remember what you said Mako? How when you get back you are going to find all the love you can!” Usagi says, reaching up.

”You weren’t lying to us were you?!” She cries.

”Just stay with us don’t give up if you lied, Lord Enma will pull your tongue out.” She cries, reaching up towards her.

”There’s no time for crying you must go princess.” Mako says, to her. Her eyes beginning to close and, then she goes limp.

Usagi and [Y/n] both gasp in horror, tears running down their cheeks.

”No! MAKO! YOU CAN’T DIE MAKO!” [Y/n] and Usagi cry out, tears running down their cheeks. Seeing their friends lifeless body.

“There’s nothing more we can do we need to go come on Sailor Moon. Sailor Luna.” Mina says, to them seeing them on the ground crying.

“Forget it! It’s stuff like this is going to happen, we should just give them the silver crystal!” [Y/n] shouts, tears running down her cheeks.

”How can you even say that?!” Rei shouts, at her.

”it’s true that’s really what we should’ve done in the first place!” [Y/n] says, to them.

”Queen Beryl!” She shouts,

“Sailor Luna! Stop it!” Ami shouts, holding her back.

”You can have the Silver Crystal right now!” [Y/n] cries.

”Let go! That Crystals why Mako died!” She cries, looking at Ami.

”we should just give up.” She says, looking down. Then she gasps, when Ami slaps her across the cheek.

”Sorry I did that, but listen. Don’t let Jupiters death be in vain.” Ami says, to her and, [Y/n] sniffles looking up at her.

”They’re coming!” She says, looking down at the device.

”right!” Rei says,

”Mo! You four need to keep going. I’ll hold them off here.” Ami says,

“But, Mercury.” Usagi says, looking at her.

”Mars and Venus, have more firepower than I do, and Sailor Moon and Sailor Luna needs all the support you can give them!” Ami says..

“Now go!” She shouts..

“Wait Ami, you’re not?” Usagi asks, looking at her worried.

”don’t be silly I’m not gonna die.” Ami says, looking at her with a smile.

”Do you promise.” Y/n asks, looking at her.

”yeah.” Ami says, smiling. Then Rei, Mina, Usagi, and Y/n. Leave Ami there, to fight.

“Come and get me.” She says, confidently. Then an illusion appears,

“Ryo” she gasps,

“So now it’s my turn to see illusions of someone special.” She says, looking at it. then she gasps as the ground explodes, in front of her.

”Bubble! Spray!” She shouts, at the incoming lava.and it hardens.the monsters fly up in front of her, and look down at her. And send a ball of lava towards her.

Ami dodges it, “it’s actually an allusion, but it possesses the heat of the real thing but illusions source is that jewel on her forehead.” She says, looking at it.

“The only way to stop them, is to destroy the spice of this illusion.” She says, looking up at it.

”Bubble! Spray!” She shouts, again. As the wave surrounds her, she’s inside the illusion. And gasps, feeling vines wrap around her.

she screams in pain, “No you’ll Rose like a pig!” The monster says, to her.

”I’m no pig.” Ami says, to it.

”how about a baked potato.” Another one said.

”hah! Now die.” It shouts, as Ami screams in pain. She groans in pain, “Guess I won’t be using this again..” she says, looking down. She then cracks the monsters jewel. Breaking the illusion.

”Damn! Her! Now I can’t create anymore illusions!” The monster shouts.Then the monsters fly away, as Ami’s body falls to the ground.

Both Usagi and [Y/n] let out a shocked gasp, sensing her death. Tears brim their eyes, as they fall to the ground.

”Ami is dead!” They cry into their hands,

“Why?! Why did she choose to stay behind!” Usagi cries.

”Crying over everything won’t help us!” Rei shouted at her.

”They are gonna keep attacking us they won’t stop!” She says, tears in her eyes.

”But... I’d never thought it’d turn out like this.” Y/n cries, as the ground beneath her turns red. Mina gasps, seeing this.

”Look out!” Mina shouts, pushing Y/n out of the way. As a vine burst from the ground wrapping around her, causing her to scream.

”No! Minako!” Y/n and Usagi shout, in horror.

“Stop it now!” Usagi begs,

”I’ll give you the Silver Crystal if you’ll just let Minako go!” Y/n shouts.

”if you do that I’ll never forgive you!” Mina shouts, at her. Then screams as the vine, pulls her down into the ground in the hole it came out of.

”you guardians are fools begging for your teammates like the silver crystal will be ours but only after we kill every last one of you!” The monster shouts, at Mina.

”Starting with this one!” It shouts.. and then Mina’s screams were heard in the hole as it lights up.

”Minako!” [Y/n] shouts, tears running down her cheeks. Rei then grabs both Usagi and Y/n,

Mina let’s put painful screams in the hole, “Crescent! Beam!” Mina shouts, as she kills the villain. She lets out a shrill scream, as the area around her explodes. And water shooting out of the hole, it creating a spikes of ice.

Mina’s body at the top lifeless, [Y/n] and Usagi cries as Rei drags them away. “Minako!” They cry looking out towards it.

”You know what..I really had fun arguing with you all the time.” Rei says, to Usagi.

and Usagi gasps, “Wait! Why do you just say that?!” Usagi asks, looking at her.

”I thought I’d tell you in case something bad happens.” Rei says to her...

”Stop it! This isn’t the time to be joking!” Usagi says to her...then two monsters appear in front of them. Rei walks forward,

”Wait!! I can handle the rest of what needs to be done here I’ll defeat them an Queen Beryl!” Y/n cries looking at her.

”then I’ll come home! So please Rei, just go home!” Usagi cries, looking at her.

“I don’t want you to die!” Both Usagi and Y/n, cried looking at her.

”I appreciate your concern, but I am afraid I can’t let you do that you need to save your strength for the bigger battle.” Rei says to them.

”Besides, you’ve never seen anyone come close to beating me!” She says, to them happily.

”Give me two minutes and we’ll go finish Queen Beryl together!” She says, walking towards the monsters. Leaving both [Y/n] and Usagi standing there.

”Fire!” She says, then both monsters dive into the icey ground by Rei. And the ground,

“They’re fast!” She says, looking down. The the ground beneath her shakes, as she’s lifted up into the sky.

”Rei!” Both Usagi and Y/n, shout.Rei screams and in encased, in the ice. Both girls eyes seem to go blank in horror,

“What happened?” They both say, looking at it. They walk towards it slowly, but a monster bursts out of the ground behind them.

“Now you’re mine!” It shouts, sending sharp vines to impale them. They just stare at it, with an emotionless look. As Fire from Rei, breaks out of the ice and attacks the monster.

The monster screams as it’s surrounded by the fire, “She’s alive!” [Y/n] shouts, looking back at the ice.

”Damn you!” The monster inside shouts,as it attacks Rei who lets out a scream of pain. As a light emits from the ice, as Rei’s painful screams are heard. And then it explodes, and the monster looks at Usagi and Y/n.

”Well now, that leaves just you. Princesses.” It says, holding up Rei’s dead body.

“Rei, no!” Usagi screams.

”now it’s your turn!” The monster says, as it was about to attack them. Rei with her last remaking strength grabs the vines,

“I’m not done yet!” Rei groans, in pain.

”Fire Soul!” She shouts, as the monster lights up in flames. Burning them and the ice around them.leaving spikes of ice.

”Usagi, turns out you were right about Yuichiro, I... Should’ve kissed him. Too late now..” She says weakly, as he eyes close with a smile on her face.

“NO REI!” Y/n cries...

Both Usagi and [Y/n] all alone, sitting on the ground crying over the death of their friends.

”Mako.. Ami..Minako...Rei..” Usagi whimpers, tears running down her cheeks.

”I get it. This is a dream. A dream. When I wake up, they’ll say “good morning like always. And Rei will call me “silly Usagi” as usual.” She cries, [Y/n] wraps her arms around her.

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The Commander - Part 14 (Arkham Knight x Reader)

Only the epilogue is left! I can’t believe the Commander series gained this much love and support from all of you! And I honestly can’t believe how far this went. You guys are making me live the dream!

WORDS: 5422 WARNINGS: VIOLENCE (AND OTHER STUFF BUT I WON’T SPOIL YOU GUYS HIHI)

Masterlist

THE COMMANDER - MASTERLIST

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Was it fear? With the whole world coming after her, everyone she’s come to know wanting her dead. After destroying the whole of Gotham, corrupting it just enough when its citizens have placed a bounty on her head, but not enough to actually succeed and instill the protection she needed?

Was it failure? How the entire Arkham Knight Militia failing at its most important task was almost entirely her fault, how she was thought to be its most prized soldier and would have been the key needed to occupy the city, and instead became the cause for its humiliating defeat?

Was it grief? Over the hundreds of lives she’s taken, or how the loss of her uncle has placed such a scar on her, something no one will be able to overlook, ending her career as the best markswoman?

Or was it hate? Failing at the one thing she was supposed to be best at, the one thing she was at least good at? How she has nothing left to her name, nothing to be proud of, nothing to show for. How she had so little of life left.

It was all of them. At the same time.

But there was also heartbreak.

The bag was still on the floor. 1.5 million dollars. All of which she had no right to at all. Not when she’s lost the militia so much. Not after what she’d costed Jason.

It was definitely heartbreak. At even just the slightest thought of his name, she could feel a part of her chest chip away like glass pieces on the floor.

Heartbreak. Fucking heartbreak. It hurts so much that her other bruises are so easily suppressed. Never will she complain about broken bones ever again. It was nothing compared to this.

She was so sure he loved her back. Maybe he did, and she tore that love away before she was even sure it was there. Jason was kind, gentle to her. And he saw her in an entirely different light than everyone else. And she failed him, knowingly drove a knife down his chest. She was now a part of the cause for his hurt. And Y/N will never forgive herself for that.

Y/N might never find that again with anyone else.

But she had to go.

She left the money bag on the floor. However things go, she’ll come back for it, if she even wants to. Y/N took one last look at her mask, her red gun optics.

She can no longer be Deadshot. Not after everything. Donning the mask would only cause her so much pain. Dropping it on the floor, she left.

And with that, she left the militia, Floyd, and everything else.

Rolling her shoulders, keeping her wounds in check and knowing which places to avoid getting hit. She was going to need more than just her wrist gun to get out of here. Slightly pushing the door, her eyes adjusted to the orange light.

The elevator was across from her, and judging from the view outside the mezzanine, she was two stories above the control room. The main entrance would most probably be blocked, but if she found some explosives, she could get out of the HQ and find a bike nearby. Weapons crates would probably be there as well.

Y/N couldn’t take the elevator, but a chute right beside it went straight down all the way to the bottom, at the center of Killinger’s.

Making sure her gloves were tightly secured, she stepped out of the room and removed the steel grates, prying it open with her bare hands. After pushing her weight against her foot on the wall, she looked down the almost bottomless chute and prayed her injuries wouldn’t come to bite her.

Y/N stepped in, breathed, slowed her heartbeat, then slowly slid down the metal with the fabric of her gloves and her rubber boots maintaining the friction she needed not to fall. Her muscles were killing her, but she could manage this. Slowly and slowly, she descended until she could see the floor. There was light coming from the other end, which meant it was definitely at the center.

She stretched her arms further out to not hit the floor so suddenly, and when she was just inches away, her boots met the ground, where it led her to another way under the floors of the department store. At the darker corners, she wouldn’t be seen. She had to be careful.

Y/N crawled under the tunnels. There was no noise, no voices coming from anywhere. The soldiers must have left, even when all the lights were on.

There should be another chute somewhere. Further down and an elevator should take her to safety. Y/N climbed up the grates. There was a number of bodies on different corners, and those bodies were still breathing. Batman.

“Anyone seen the Knight?”

“No,” she heard a voice. And it wasn’t coming from afar. She hid behind a pillar and peeked out.

A weapons case. Yes. She hurried to it and grabbed every gun she could find. A rifle, a machine gun, and two pistols. It was like she could breathe for the first time.

“He left his visor,” one of them said.

“He couldn’t have gone far. Spread out.”

Five men scattered around, and she’ll have to climb up to get to the elevator in one of the corners. There were medics tending to the bodies. She’ll have to get out of here fast. Y/N hid behind boxes and crates, avoiding any of the soldiers’ line of sight. She climbed up the side of the escalator, grabbing onto the ledge and sprinting out before anyone could see her.

The elevator was still on the farthest side. And one of them stood guard in front of it. Y/N snuck behind a railing, waiting it out at the corner where it turned. Clear.

But just as she got to the lift, the gears turned up. She sprinted to the grates and crawled to the darkest corner she could hide in.

“You son of a bitch. We had a deal!”

“Get a truck ready outside.”

Scarecrow. And Commissioner Gordon, who was tied up and hauled like a pig behind Crane as they made their way out.

There had to be around five men following him. She kept her silence.

“Where the hell are you taking me?”

After that, she could hear his voice being muffled with a cloth tied to his mouth. Y/N froze when a sergeant turned to her direction, eyeing the elevator.

“Deathstroke,” Scarecrow’s voice growled, and she swallowed hard at the rock lodged in her throat. “Send the divisions to Panessa Studios. I believe we have a person of interest in its confines.”

Gordon’s groans followed. Scarecrow spoke into his comms. “I have the commissioner. Send a squad to Arkham Asylum as well. Make sure they will be ready to broadcast live.”

The broadcast. The final phase of Scarecrow’s plan. That’s if Jason hadn’t killed the Batman already. Which, as it seems, didn’t happen at all.

Y/N crawled out from the corner and followed Scarecrow closely behind.

Then something exploded. The gates, the one leading to where she came from. From where she could see, a door fell to the ground and someone holding two guns in his hands busted out, aiming right at Crane.

Every other gun in the room pointed at him. Crane didn’t move, but he wasn’t bothered as well. Gordon was dropped to the floor and the man, wearing a red helmet, or a visor, clicked his guns.

“WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?”

Fuck. Fuck. Jason.

“I thought you’d left.“

“Tell me where she is!”

“I haven’t an idea who you're talking about.”

“The Commander! WHERE DID YOU TAKE HER!?”

Crane managed to laugh under his breath, drawing his syringes at the muzzles of Jason’s guns. “So Commander Y/N is alive. You are weak, Knight. What makes you think I have her?”

Jason dropped the white mask she’d left behind on the floor. The gun optics was looking straight at her direction, hiding under the floor just a yard away from Crane.

“Tell me where she is and you can do whatever the fuck you want with Batman, Crane.”

“You no longer have power here, Knight. These men answer to me and Slade.”

“None of you would be here if it weren’t for me!”

“And your cowardice allowed Batman to escape. If not for Gordon, all this would have been for nothing.”

“Stop wasting my time,” he whispered, placing his gun right at Scarecrow’s forehead. “Tell me where she is.”

“I don’t know.”

No. Fucking no. Jason raised his arm, ready to strike Crane with the bottom of his gun. She could sense a sergeant ready to fire at the suddenness of his movements. Jason was held by two men by the arms, his guns dropping to the floor while another held a gun right at his face.

“Get off me!”

“I told you to kill the Commander if she were alive, or I kill you…” Crane walked to kneel at Jason’s level.

“Fuck you.”

One.

Two.

Three.

From her angle, she couldn’t aim at any of them.

“Kill him. He’s of no use,” Scarecrow backed away and the gun pointed at his head clicked.

But that wall. It was slanted. A good 45 degrees.

“You son of a bitch-“ Jason coughed.

‘Ricochet,’ Floyd’s voice echoed. A critical angle almost the same as the ricochet. It would bounce off the steel and hit the sergeant’s hand at just the right place.

‘Think of a line, coming straight from your gun, to the wall, and know where that line would be redirected.’

‘Move a little to the left, and aim.’

Breathe.

His finger was on the trigger. She had less than a second.

‘Deadshot. Fire.’

Y/N raised her arm, aiming straight at an empty wall, and fired.

“Ah!” She heard a scream, then a drop of a firearm that shot at the cement ground. The sergeant held his bleeding hand and backed away from a still-alive Jason. She did it.

“Someone’s here,” someone said. “SPREAD OUT.”

Jason was still being held down, his head forced to look at the floor while ten armed soldiers roamed the perimeter. He was calm.

He knew Y/N was here.

“Look up! They could be at a sniping position!”

Crane was taken somewhere she couldn’t fire at him. The commander kept moving around in the grates and avoided any of the men’s line of sight.

She couldn’t fire at anyone directly without being noticed. Y/N will have to look at the walls again. The steel ones.

That one. In about five seconds, a sergeant would pass by right in front of that wall. With his armor, she only had such a tiny window at his shoulder blades.

Y/N aimed at the steel, moving slightly to the right, and fired.

The bullet bounced off the wall and hit right where the plates met. One. He fell to the ground, Y/N moved fast.

Two of them, standing right in front of the metal of the elevator. She fired one, which landed right at his neck. Two. The other soldier crouched and moved away.

So she fired at the opposite wall, and it ricocheted twice before landing on the soldier’s groin. Three.

Y/N was home schooled by her aunt, but it was Floyd himself who taught her physics.

She couldn’t get to them any longer. Y/N quietly climbed out the grates, hid behind a store island and waited.

There. She grabbed the man and held him by the neck, snapping it off in one count. Four.

Six more. She could take them now.

Y/N stood up, raising her arm with her wrist gun and a pistol on the other. She fired two bullets at a sniper who was just about to shoot her. Five.

“ HE COMMANDER. GET HER.”

She rolled on the ground, having less time than a bullet reaching her just so she could aim and fire. Six. Seven. Eight. She jumped over boxes, leapt off in the air and kept moving. They never caught her.

Her guns fired off before any of them could lock onto her. She shot the muzzle of a machine gun and it exploded on a soldier’s hands. Then she shot him in the head. Nine.

Last one. He was hiding. Y/N ducked and hid behind the islands. She caught the top of someone’s head. A bullet would easily graze off his hair.

Y/N climbed up and jumped, firing at the wall behind him. It bounced off, and hit him right at the back of his neck.

Ten.

Unscathed. Y/N propped herself up on the floor just below the escalator. She found her white mask and her gun optics, sitting on the floor. She didn’t even need them.

But she heard Floyd’s voice again. At least, for just one night, she’ll don the mask. Slowly, she pulled it over her head.

‘Nice job, Deadshot,’ Floyd said.

Someone moved. Her reflexes kicking in, she aimed her wrist gun behind her.

With his red visor staring blankly at her, Jason ducked and pulled out his own gun before Y/N could fire.

Y/N didn’t move. She didn’t breathe. Jason was going to kill her. He was going to shoot her in the head for what she’d done. She kept her gun pointed at him. She might have loved him, but God Almighty, she wasn’t going to let him kill her.

He told her about this once. The Red Hood. The new persona he planned on taking after being the Arkham Knight.

Robin. The Arkham Knight. The Red Hood. A different name for the same man who was supposed to be her enemy. Someone she should have killed a long time ago.

The fight that was always meant to be.

She couldn’t see the look on his face. And if he was trying to tell her something, she couldn’t hear it. Y/N circled around him, and he followed her movements. If he shoots, she fires back. she kept her gun up and made sure he couldn’t tell her hands were shaking.

She could hear her heart beat. And it wasn’t helping. She could miss. Again. And she’d die. Or worse, she could shoot him in the wrong place and he’d die as well.

Maybe he should. If he was willing to let her die, why shouldn’t she? Y/N gripped on the gun on her hip. Slow the heart. Slow the breaths.

‘Kill when you have to,’ Floyd once told her. ‘Self defense is the one reason you can always justify with.’

If he shoots, and she lives, no longer will she hope for anything normal. Or anything best out of life. No one will be able to hurt her like Jason would.

That way, she can rest assure she’ll be the best markswoman in the world.

“Enough.”

Crane. With twenty more men following behind. She and Jason wouldn’t take their eyes off each other, and their guns, even if there were a hundred in the room.

“You are fooling yourselves. Everyone knows none of you will pull the trigger.”

He said their names so sneeringly. But she kept her gun up, and he didn’t look like he was about to move. “Maybe you're wrong, Crane,” Y/N said.

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell either of you. I know about you two. I never had eyes on Gotham. This woman was willing to fulfill my every whim if it meant getting the Knight what he wanted. And this man was practically on his knees begging me and Deathstroke not to let her on the Cloudburst, never mind how she does the job inherently better than he could. I needed no one following you around to figure that out.”

Her heart sank and Jason’s head craned down, avoiding the look on her eye. He never said it wasn’t about her. Y/N just assumed with what happened.

“Let’s make this interesting,” Crane laughed. “Knight, shoot her, or we will.”

And at the moment five firearms aimed at her, he pulled out his second gun and pointed it at the soldiers. “IF ANY OF YOU FIRE, I’LL BLOW YOUR FUCKING BRAINS OUT.”

Y/N turned her head at another three men aiming at Jason, so she pulled out her machine gun and pointed it at them.

“Adorable,” Crane said. He raised his hand and filled his syringes with the toxin.

Fifteen guns armed and loaded. Silence. All but the clicking of their guns. Crane walked up closer to them, holding up the needles in the air. Even from so far, she could smell the toxin.

“I’d inject either of you, but I’ll save this dosage for Batman.”

“Crane. I’m at the Panessa Studios. Bring Gordon over here and let’s get this over with.” Slade’s voice, coming from his communicator.

“Perhaps I’ve wasted too much time on you.” He turned around.

Twenty men, all waiting for their next move.

Crane headed for the exit. “Kill them.” His last words, before he left.

At the first strike of a bullet, Jason rolled away from his position and moved quickly behind a pillar. Y/N did the same and leapt behind an island nearby.

The shootout began. She aimed her wrist gun and opened fire at anything she could point at. Jason conjoined his two guns to make a sniper and aimed.

Y/N’s machine gun burned her shoulders with the recoil. She kept firing, and one by one the men hid behind any structure they could find.

“Thought you never wanted to see me again?” she screamed at Jason.

She heard a wince. “I never said that, kid.”

“So you scream at me for not killing Batman-“ she ducked as a bullet narrowly grazed her shoulder. She gritted her teeth. “Then you do the same exact thing. Intentionally.”

“I’m still fucking mad at you-GRENADE.”

She leapt off the floor and covered her head. It exploded onto the escalators, and the rubble tore through the floor. She hid behind a big block of cement and fired. Two men down.

“You want an apology now?”

Jason fired at a sniper above. “It can wait.” He slid a box of ammo down to her side, and she reloaded her gun.

Five. Six. Seven. Eight down. Y/N dropped her machine gun and fired with the one on her wrist. Heads dropped to the floor. Another was at a sniping position, and there was no way she could hit it from here.

“JASON. THROW ME!”

He nodded, then Y/N ran to him. He caught her legs, flung her into the air. And from above, she fired, hitting two snipers hiding behind the pillars. Y/N rolled to the floor and hid.

Wincing, she ripped a part of her suit and wrapped it around her leg after a bullet had grazed against her skin deep enough to bleed.

“You're hit!” Jason cried.

“Keep firing!”

Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Four bullets ricocheted off the walls and hit four different soldiers, their necks bleeding before they even hit the floor.

She saw Jason aim at a gas tank, the one stationed near a car showroom. Y/N ducked and an entire wall exploded into rubble.

It kept going. The gas tanks blew up one after another and she ran to Jason’s side, pulling him up and shooting at a soldier just about to hit them. The mall started catching on fire. A wall had opened up and there was a clear exit to the streets.

She used the last of her pistol to fire, with Jason guarding her back, as they made their way to the exit. He pulled her to duck at the final explosion, which took the ceiling away and the building started to collapse.

The fire was burning too close to her face. The heat was immense, and her breath was cut short with the ashy debris.

They ran. Y/N threw her pistol away and ran at Jason’s side to the parking space of the mall. Two motorcycles. Parked against each other. “There!”

She took the one at the left and hurried with the ignition. The department store’s fire roared faster than anything they’ve ever seen. Jason started up his bike and Y/N soon followed. Their bikes sped down the street as they finally drove away from Founder’s Island

The heat. It eventually subsided. She didn’t hear anyone follow them. Not even if she’d look back, which she didn’t do.

They reached Perdition Bridge, sped past GCPD without much thought of where to go. They just had to move.

“Slow do- son of a BITCH.”

Police sirens, from two cars and three motorcycles, trailing behind them. They pulled at their ignitions and sped further.

“WE HAVE EYES ON THE ARKHAM KNIGHT AND THE MILITIA COMMANDER. PULL OVER.”

A sharp turn down a corner. They were still behind them.

“SPREAD OUT,” he screamed. Y/N nodded and they took opposite turns down a fork in the road. Two motorcycles and a car followed her, and the others after Jason.

She can't kill them this time, no matter how easy that would be. She’s never killed cops. She wasn’t about to start now. Y/N sat back and opened the throttle so the bike would wheelie up, roaring so loud the noise filled the streets. She turned, catching the front wheel onto an idle car drove right above it. She pointed her wrist at the same car before she drove too far away and fired.

It exploded, and she took another sharp turn, her hand grazing against the ground. It didn’t do much to slow them down, and eventually the cops were tailing behind her again. She turned, left and right, so suddenly they could never see where she’d go next. She went for the quieter streets, sped further and further until eventually she reached Miagani Island.

She saw Jason at the far end, about to meet her at an intersection. She saw him slow down right where the two roads met and she hurriedly did the same.

The two police cars were about to go after them. Jason jerked his head up, and Y/N understood.

At the exact moment they crossed, Jason held his hand out, Y/N took it, and he pulled her whole body to fall against his motorcycle on the seat behind him. Her bike crashed onto a police car, and it drifted too late to avoid it, eventually crashing into the second.

Y/N held onto Jason with her one arm, and her wrist firing at the parked cars with the other. Explosion after explosion, and none of them slowed down the three motorcycles.

“YOU HAVE A PLAN?” he asked.

“DON’T YOU?”

Another sharp turn. The road almost tore the skin on her leg. She stopped firing. “JASON, SLOW DOWN.”

“WHAT?”

“SLOW DOWN. I NEED HIS BIKE.”

With a frustrated huff, Jason slowed the bike just enough for one of the cops to catch up to them. From Jason’s hip, she pulled out his grappling hook. “MEET ME AT MERCY BRIDGE,” Jason said to her.

She shot it at the cop’s leg, flinging him off the bike. It kept speeding beside them. She only had such short a window. Y/N got on her feet, stood straight up with the bike dangerously moving, and jumped to the empty bike.

She pulled at the throttle, and at the next intersection, they spread out once again, one cop following each of them. Sharp turns, close calls, and stunts that shouldn’t have left her alive at all, Y/N sped back to Bleake Island.

The gas tank was running out. She only had so much of a chance. There was a dead end in an alleyway nearby.

Y/N paused, waiting for the cop to catch up to her, then she pulled at the throttle and the engine scowled out into the empty streets. Her head almost hit the ground when she turned, pulling at the throttle one last time and speeding directly into a wall.

Just before the cop came to a turn, she grappled up to the roof, grabbing onto a fire exit ladder and hiding before any of them could see her.

The motorcycle crashed onto the wall, and she fired the last shot on her wrist gun onto its tank, blowing it up before the cops could get near it.

She hid from the flying debris, ducking behind the railing and keeping so still, her breaths had to be subdued. It lasted longer, and the air around her choked her even more when the explosion almost met her skin.

The policeman backed off, hiding behind the building. Then when the fire had simmered down, he looked around, up at the roof. She was at an angle where he couldn’t see her.

And when he’d left, her chest sank to the ground.

It was done.

Everything was finished.

Breathe.

Even if it hurts.��

Her blood was rushing so incredibly fast, she couldn’t see anything in front of her. Y/N laid on the ground, and the pain on her leg came back so gradually, that after a few minutes she could no longer hold it up.

Her lips went white. A bullet, hitting her flesh. The thought of it made her want to crawl into a sewers. She pulled herself to sit up, her knee folded up to where she could see. She unwrapped the bandage to have a look, and it was still bleeding. She couldn’t even touch it. Her hand was shaking, and her breaths were so short, she couldn’t do so much as think.

Y/N used the last of her strength to wrap the bandage even tighter around her leg. Then she laid against the wall, feeling her eyes drop down at every heavy breath that was hard to take.

She could sleep. The exhaustion from the whole night, only now did it come to a close. It didn’t feel like it was just from tonight, though. After everything she’d done, accomplished or failed at, for the past several months, only then did the weight fully land and the tiredness overwhelm her.

She was the commander of a militia army of more than five hundred men.

She lost her uncle.

She had her heart broken.

It wasn’t fear, failure, grief, or hate. She was just tired.

And now, if she sleeps, she’d most definitely die.

Y/N looked up, and a helicopter flew past where a serpent drone usually hovered over. She kept her head craned up, and a light trickle of rain droplets fell onto her face. It was so subtle, she didn’t even get wet, even after waiting at the fire exit for so long.

And it was the last, cool push that began to reign over the bursting fire. After everything that happened, the droplets on her face calmed her. She was silent, and she closed her eyes, but only to feel the cold.

She wasn’t going to die here. Not tonight.

She had one more thing to take care of.

Y/N climbed off the ladders, careful not to place any weight on her bad leg. Her feet met the ground, and she looked out of the alley.

No one. It was peaceful, and the rain continued to be subtle. Batman had finished off the command points, because she couldn’t see even one militia soldier on the streets.

Another bike, on the sidewalk near a convenience store. She walked up to it and pulled it to stand up. Still wincing at the pain, Y/N started the ignition.

She took off her mask and her gun optics. Staring at it, she could hear Floyd’s voice. Over and over like she could actually hear them in real life.

‘Bullseye,’ he’d say to her, after every successful training session.

She stuffed it into her pocket and drove, slowly this time, to Mercy Bridge.

The droplets were running across her cheeks, and it was like a hand, running down her back and calming her even further. The further she rode, the more the weight seemed to burn down.

He would have loved this. Floyd. He never had to lead an army, or do whatever she just did. He’d be proud of her. Immensely.

She’d failed as a commander, and the militia failed her. But she was Deadshot.

The greatest markswoman in the world.

At the turn to Mercy Bridge, she saw him waiting at the center, his red visor up so he could look at her, straight into the eye, when she slowly drove closer and closer to Jason.

Y/N turned off the ignition, swung her good leg over the seat and limped over to him. Jason looked at her leg, then at her, then he moved so quickly towards her so she didn’t have to force herself to walk anymore.

His arms were forceful, but they were warm. Jason pulled her into a tight embrace, his face buried into her hair while she did the same. Y/N closed her eyes shut, feeling him so close to her once again.

And there was nothing else in Gotham but them. No thugs. No cops. No stars. Nothing except the moon, which shined so largely that night, it was enough to light up the empty streets.

All the weight had come off. And she felt lighter than the droplets, lighter than a sparrow. She tightened her circling arms around him and never wanted to let go. “I’m sorry…” she whispered. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry-“

“Shut up.” He shushed her, slightly pulling away so he could look at her face. “For fuck’s sake, shut up.”

His lips. They still had the same warmth. They were right as she’d left them. They pressed tightly against her own, and his hand was holding the back of her head so she wouldn’t move. She grew still, letting herself slowly fall into the madness. His madness. But his lips were so gentle, she kissed him back.

“You can do shit like that ten times over. I’ll get mad. I’ll punch a wall,” Jason whispered. “and I’ll still love you. I love you. So much. I love you.”

She kissed him again, no longer fighting the tears that mixed with the rain water on her face. He held the sides of her head. “I love you,” she said back in between his kisses, and he kissed her harder. Y/N’s hands were on his face and she felt tears down his cheeks as well. She wiped them off, gently, then pulled away so she can kiss them.

Even if the bridge weren’t empty, the water below them wasn’t silently thrashing, and the moon wasn’t so bright, it would all feel the same.

He laid his forehead against hers, and he was so beautiful, even with a new scar right on his eyebrow. He was beautiful. Y/N kissed him again until her lips had the familiar, wonderful sting.

“I found supplies,” he said. And on his bike was a bag. “Food. Clothes. First Aid kit. Everything you need to last three days. Hide in my old apartment and don’t come out. Not until people come back from evacuation. The police will find you. I can't risk being followed. Not after what I’m about to do.”

“Let me help you-“

“No,” his voice stammering. “Y/N, no. This is my fight. You can't save me again. You’ve saved me so many times. For once, let me save you…”

The grip on her face was secure. And she felt like she could never be hurt again. She can't be apart from him. Not for a second more.

“Where will you go?” she cried.

“Arkham Asylum. Crane. Bruce. I have to go after them…”

She could see it. The first signs of his inner peace. He wouldn’t have to go through fighting his demons the way he wanted. “Save him,” she said, kissing him one last time.

“I will. Then when all this blows over, when it’s safe, I’ll come back to you. I’ll never let you out of my sight. I love you.”

It tore through whatever darkness was left in her. She hugged him, and at the pain that came with having to let him go, just for so long to keep them both safe, he pulled away. Jason glanced at her, smiled that beautiful smile that sent her miles into the sky, then closed off his visor and drove off.

Even with the night an empty black, she could feel the stars looking at them in hiding.

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the-incapable-hero · 3 years

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Techno found himself complacent. Now, keep in mind, it's hard for that to even come close to happening. After all, complacency is a recipe for downfall. But he really couldn't help it.

He flicks the blood from his sword and finds that his victory is tainted by monotony. He could hear cheering and awe at yet another victory, though like many other times, the applause became indistinguishable from the other voices in his head that kept his every waking moment permanently barred from even the prospect of silence.

As he continues to clean his blade, he begins to stalk off so that he might wear some nicer clothes. Not that he really needed to change since he hadn't even gotten a speck on his attire. It was flashy, shure, but appearance is important in his line of work. That, and a little extra gold around the wrist never hurt anyone. Just as he was about to leave his audience and former opponent behind, he heard a voice.

"Technoblade." It sounded expectant. He turned at the mention of his alias-turned-name and saw a new arrival standing near. His method of appearance was definitely… unique. Yes, let's put it that way. If there was a way to stray from every single norm, then this guy was it. A porcelain mask decorated his face, pristine as could be and a very simple design of a smile boasted confidence. He had his sword drawn and pointed at Techno. Techno raised an eyebrow as he stared directly into the mask, unimpressed.

"Yeah? You lookin' for a duel?" Techno asked, knowing the answer would be yes. He'd seen it before and had done this whole song and dance. But he didn't want to fight. Not this guy. If he was here, then there was no way he actually had noteworthy skill. He wasn't even in the tournament.

"Of course. Why else would I have a sword?"

"Yer makin' yerself look like a fool. Tournament's over. I'm not fightin' you." Techno could see him tense up and his grip tightened around the sword.

"Yeah? And what's so wrong about an encore?"

"I have a family to feed. I'm not stayin' to fight you. You couldn't even get into a tournament like this. I wiped the floor with the competition here, you really think you'll be any different?"

"I can and will beat you."

"Dream on. I'm goin' home." And so, he left. Back turned and sword sheathed. The masked man he left behind lowered his blade and huffed. This wouldn't be the end.

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It had been some time, not enough in Techno's opinion, before he saw that mask again. In his defense, his outfit changed. It looked like he'd put a bit more dignity into choosing how he presented himself. Still though, Techno had refused him. This tournament was higher up in the ranks. More was at stake too. Money. Land. Lives. Illegal? Maybe. But it let Techno really let loose. Though in typical fashion, the masked man had shown up right at the end of the tournament. It was already over but here he was, pointing a sword to Techno and demanding a duel. Techno found himself sighing.

"Listen. You either have no sense of showing up on time, have no guts to be in a tournament like this, or you really just don't have skills to be here. No matter which one it is, it means you'll be like every other contestant I've beaten. So, I'll say it again: dream on. You don't have the skill." Techno didn't even let him reply this time. He didn't give him the chance. Just turned his back and left. He was doing his work and getting his pay, so why was this guy so persistent?

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This was where he peaked. Or not. He supposed that the sky was the limit. It probably could be too if he was able to point his blade in all of the right places. A noble's tournament. Felt good. Even, better, these guys actually made Techno pay attention. Not that he'd gotten more than a nick on the sleeve, but hey, it's the thought that counts.

And to be honest, even though he had to hold back from killing anyone, it just made it more difficult. The restrictions made it more interesting. He had to think around them. He decided he liked the noble tournaments.

Though he'd probably like this one in particular significantly more if that mask hadn't interrupted him right before his first duel. Another challenge, another rejection. Techno was starting to catch on to this pattern. If he wasn't in the tournament, then he wasn't going to duel. What could he possibly gain from fighting him? The conversation was going the same as well. Maybe this would become another constant in Techno's life. Or maybe not. Who knows.

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"Welcome one and all to the Greater SMP semi-annual tournament. Today, we have some very esteemed guests joining us. To list just a few, Sapnap of the Greater SMP, George of the Greater SMP, Antfrost and Badboyhalo both representing the Badlands, and many more.

"But I know why you're really here, folks. You're here to see the high ranks. The best of the best. Well they're here folks. So get ready." Techno listened to the announcer and couldn't help but smile. He was ready. He'd face off against some real competition. Looking back on it, he felt silly for thinking that he'd peaked already.

There were so many more people he had to beat in combat before he'd be satisfied.

The tournament went about how he'd predicted. The nobles here definitely put up a fight, but not enough to best him. Some came closer than others, but his sword always found its mark eventually. So when the end of the tournament began approaching, he found himself a bit winded. It was him against the other finalist. He was excited, he wouldn't lie about that. But he tried not to get his hopes too high. Best not get too eager and accidentally kill the guy. The announcer came on again.

"Our finalists, everyone. Technoblade, having clawed his way to the top with ease now sits on his fortune, ready to take down challengers.

"And our masked duelist, who until today, has refused to take part in any official tournaments. He faces off Technoblade, eager to add another win to his list." Technoblade found himself pausing at that. Masked duelist? Why was he getting a sense of deja vu?

Well lo and behold. White porcelain emerged to face Techno. He'd stuck with a similar outfit this time, but his body language had changed. He was more confident, if that were even possible.

"Oh. So it's you. You made it into a tournament, huh?" Techno asked, sounding decidedly smug. The man let out a scoff and rolled his shoulders back.

"Yup. You willing to duel me now?"

"Eh. Fine. What's your name? They didn't say it over the mic."

"Yeah, cause I didn't tell them." The masked man thought for a brief moment before his mouth under the mask split into a mischievous grin.

"What have you said every time you turned me down? 'Dream on'? Well,"

He drew his sword and slid his foot back into a ready stance.

"Call me Dream." And he lunged. Techno was quick to parry, but this Dream guy was quicker than he looked. Not to mention calculated. Every single thing he did seemed to have a purpose, and even moments when Techno thought he was about to best him, Dream would seamlessly turn his mistake into an advantage. Techno went laser focused as he found himself struggling to gain and keep a foothold. The sound of swords clashing went on for what felt like an eternity, and even as he was beginning to tire, the sound of his heart thumping in his ears and the voices (audience? He didn't know) yelling for blood put him on top of the world. He hadn't felt like this in a long time.

Though all good things must come to an end, and this good thing ended with Techno's sword frozen by Dream's neck and Dream's sword positioned to plunge into Techno's stomach. Both were heaving for oxygen and frozen in time, even the voices quieted for a handful of seconds before time was set into motion again by the announcer's voice:

"Stalemate!" Dream and Techno dropped their stance, well and truly exhausted. Dream spoke first.

"Okay, not gonna lie, that was awesome. You're a lot better than I thought you'd be."

"Oh don't get all mushy on me. You've earned your duel privileges, but only so I can learn how ta beat you."

"Oh okay, sure. Whatever. I won't let that happen. I'll win, just you wait."

"Ha, like that'd ever happen, Mr. I Refuse to Enter in Tournaments. Dream on."

"I think I will."

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"You look like a fish out of water." Techno remarked, looking at Dream's formal attire. Said man was stiff as a board and had his mask, still pristine as the day he met Techno, pulled completely over his face.

"Shut up. Not all of us dress like we just robbed a piglin hoard."

"Excuse me, gold is the best thing to wear and it makes me look fabulous. I'm not the one that looks like he's got glue in his joints."

"Are you two done yet?" A dry voice came from the now cracked open door, revealing the face of one of Dream's closer friends, Sapnap. After Dream's first official tournament, he'd actually found that participating in them was alright. He wouldn't tell you why, but any who knew him knew that it was because he wanted to stick by the friends he'd made at that tournament. He would definitely deny it though.

"Yeah, just waiting on this nerd." Techno said, gesturing to Dream.

"Oh shut up."

"No."

"Okay, just come on. You fought your way to the top so now you have to deal with it. Come on, get a move on." Sapnap consoles while pushing the two out of the room. They'd all seen too much of each other since then, mostly because now that they were of equal standing, they were usually going to be in the same places.

"You two argue too much." Sapnap teased. He playfully nudged Dream to get him to loosen up, but it didn't really do much.

"I mean, Dream is pretty insufferable."

"Wha- hey!"

"He's got a point."

"Oh and that's coming from Panda and Pig."

"Yer not helpin' your case, Dream." Techno pushed. Dream threw his hands in the air.

"I give up. You two are the worst." Techno stifled a laugh, determined to not show how he was warming up to Dream and his friends. He had to make sure he was at the top of his game too. There was going to be a tournament later that day which meant another chance to beat Dream at his own game. Though before another comment could be made, the room they trio was approaching suddenly erupted into shouting. Techno and Dream rushed forward and swung the doors open to find absolute chaos on the other side. Masked people with very off-looking weapons pointed at people there were ransacking the room and all of its occupants for all it was worth.

"Robbery." Sapnap mumbled under his breath. Techno looked over to Dream who looked to already be in a fighting stance. Techno followed suit. With no words exchanged, they leapt into the fray, ready to subdue the thieves. Techno managed to knock a couple out before a blade clipped his ear and he felt a white-hot sting follow it. He quickly flicked it off and slammed the head of the person who'd done that into a nearby table.

"They've got enchanted stuff!" Techno yelled to Dream on the other side of the room.

"Yeah, I got that." Dream shouted back. He was disheveled and Techno wondered why for a brief moment before he spotted that one of the guys he was fighting had donned a dangerously glinting chest plate. Thorns.

"Well, if you can't beat 'em." Techno shouted to the room before wrenching the sword that had clipped him previously from the man's limp hand. Techno would admit that he didn't have much experience with enchanted gear since unless the tournament was underground and very very illegal, enchantments were banned. Not that he ever needed the extra help anyway. Once he had a weapon in his hand though, sweeping the area was easy as pie. Dream had followed suit and grabbed a sword with what looked like sharpness enchanted into the blade. The two eventually found themselves back to back, wiping clean the room of the thieves. The people in attendance had begun to get set free as well and followed the two in clearing the space. Though they weren't able to do much since many of the attackers had already been knocked unconscious by Techno and Dream.

"Well that was fun." Dream remarked. Techno had to agree. Their numbers were indeed impressive and it proved to be an interesting challenge fighting several people at once.

Not to mention, Techno couldn't recall a time he'd fought back to back with someone. It wasn't bad. Maybe he'd try it again.

@1randomperson15 thanks for the idea! I had fun with this one. I hope you don't mind that I took a few liberties with it lol.

And to everyone else, if you have an idea you really want to see written, let me know!

#dream smp au #dream smp fanfiction #dream smp nobles au #technoblade #dreamwastaken #sapnap #dream #fanfic #fanfic request #dream smp

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5lazarus · 3 years

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A random prompt for you: "It was a dark and stormy night"

I was at the party ranting about catabasis narratives, wine glass in hand, and somebody walked up to me and handed me a pomegranate. “Fuck you,” I said. But it did its job. I put down the wine glass, or handed it vaguely to someone, and headed to the kitchen. There I began abusing the pomegranate, to make it give up its secrets. “Nature’s treasure box,” I said happily. “Leave me to die in hell.”

Someone stirred: a man, washing his hands at the kitchen sink. I blinked. I was too drunk and not drunk enough to make small talk. “You okay?” he asked. I presented the pomegranate. “Ah, catabasis,” he said understandingly. “I’ll leave you to it.” A rush of love for humanity swept me as he left. The friend hosting the party was a recovered classicist and repentant Maoist. They had the most interesting friends. I took a handful of pomegranate seeds and stuffed them in my mouth. The juice ran red and a few missed my mouth, but still I chewed. Tangy-sweet: like all of life, all emotion is wrapped up in a mouthful of flavor. I knew that this didn't quite make sense but I was pleased with the wave of sentiment that swept me. “Catabasis,” I said, and wiped at my eyes. I surveyed the bloody juice staining the counter. “Iphigenia,” I pronounced, and left. Someone handed me a wad of clean toilet paper as I stumbled through the hallway towards another room; it clung to my hands. “Bruh, you’re super fucked up,” a kindly stranger said. “Drink this.” They pulled me into a circle, where a fervent discussion over the rights and wrongs of 1921 was being hashed out. “Iphigenia,” I added helpfully. “A sacrifice knowingly met.” I drank the water and passed the blunt and settled happily into the scene. Three members of the cadre sat around me. The kindly stranger had the classic bisexual haircut and the classic bisexual septum piercing, but was otherwise remarkable. They were the only one close to sober, and kept an eye on their phone. The others were arguing. One wore a moustache and goatee similar to Comrade Trotsky, and was dressed in all black--black t-shirt, black jeans, black Nikes. I wanted to ask where the rest of black bloc was, but only mumbles came out, which was good because the joke probably wouldn’t have gone over well. The other wore a green cap with a red star and was chewing the end of the blunt. “Tell me one example of an actually existing socialist government led by Trotskyists,” Red Star said. “Come on. I’ll wait.” “The USSR would not have survived World War Two without Trotsky heading up the Red Army,” Comrade said instead. Even I was aware this did not actually answer Red Star’s question. “You can say that any existing socialist government exists due to his contribution to the USSR--and with no thanks to fucking Stalin.” “Yooooooo,” I intoned. I was ignored. The Kindly Bisexual handed me a bowl of popcorn. I took a fistful and began to lap the popcorn up. They shifted away from me slightly. I really needed to sober up. “That doesn’t make any sense,” Red Star said. “So Trotsky made some military contributions--sure. We can’t deny that.” “Some?” Comrade said incredulously. “He fought a war on five fronts!” He put his hand in front of Red Star’s face. Clearly I was not the only one who needed to sober up. “One: the White Army. Two: the--” “Don’t you ever get tired of relitigating twentieth century debates?” Red Star asked. “And get your hand out of my fucking face.” “Comrades!” the Kindly Bisexual hurriedly interrupted. “Look, it’s raining!” We all turned to the window, and I smiled. I loved the rain, especially when I was crossfaded. Indeed, not only was it raining--it was pouring, beginning with a low rumble and rising into a lash against the glass. Lightning cracked suddenly across the sky, flashing us blue. Red Star jumped. “A dark and stormy night,” I exclaimed happily. I clasped my hands together joyously, crunching kernels between my palms. “Who even are you?” Comrade said. “Good fucking question,” I said. “I’m not sure.” I looked at the Kindly Bisexual, who I decided was responsible for my welfare tonight, because clearly they were the voice of reason in this room. “Let me ask my handler.” “Yo, what?” Red Star said. I giggled. “Nice try, FBI.” I made finger guns at them, pushed myself up to my feet unsteadily, and wandered off to the living room. The Catabasis Man was sitting on the couch, eating pomegranate seeds out of a bowl. A group of anonymous leftists sat at his feet, facing the television. They were watching The L Word. I slid next to him. “Out of the earth?” I asked. “I have been reborn,” he agreed. “You good?” “I don’t know who I am,” I said. “But the rain is a good sign.” “Right,” he said. “I think you should eat something.” He got up and headed towards the kitchen, leaving me morose. I wrapped my arms around my legs. “These are not my lesbians,” I said sadly. “Shut up,” said someone on the floor, so I did and walked off again, this time in search of more food. The pomegranates and the popcorn were sitting unsteadily in my stomach, and I needed a less buttery carb. I returned to the bedroom with the Kindly Bisexual and the twentieth-century Marxists. “Fuck you,” the Comrade was saying. “You think I’m a plant? This is clear revisionism.” “Yo,” the Kindly Bisexual said. “What?” Comrade pointed at Red Star. “This is clearly COINTELPRO tactics, with cheap talking points too. Try to sound a little less like an alt-right troll account, Comrade Stalin.” “I’m a Maoist,” Red Star snarled. Thunder rolled. I giggled nervously, and was ignored. “Fuck this shit, man! Stop this copjacketing bullshit.” Red Star turned to the Kindly Bisexual. “You see this shit? You see this shit? Callin’ me a plant? That’s cop shit.” “Uh,” the Kindly Bisexual said. “I think yall need to chill.” “Spiderman points at Spiderman,” I exclaimed happily. I could envision it so easily: just the Spiderman meme, but with one of them with a goatee photoshopped onto the mask, and the other wearing Mao’s red star. It was great. It was great to look at a real-life meme. Comrade crossed his arms. “I’m just saying, it’s not copjacketing when you’re actually a cop. How do we know you’re real? You probably got that hat off Amazon.” “There’s no ethical consumption under late capitalism,” Red Star growled. “Fuck off. You Trots are all the same. Trying to split the party--that’s the real reason why you crazies have never had a successful revolutionary front since 1917, you start the wild accusations and then there’s what! A cult of just two, handing out newspapers at Union Square. Then charging you a dollar when they shove it into your hand.” “Oof,” I said. “Yeah, yeah,” Comrade said. “How’s fundraising for the People’s War of Williamsburg going? I heard you got good turnout for your membership drive at the New School. Soon enough, you’ll have enough people to build yet another base in some swamp. And leave pig heads in front of libraries and some shit.” “We are not affiliated with Red Guard,” Red Star said testily. “And the pig head, well, things are different in Texas.” “Yeah yeah,” Comrade said. “We know all the pig heads were some cop shit. Like who else can end up that much of a parody of themselves?” “You grew the goatee on purpose?” Red Star asked. “Or just to fit in?” The Kindly Bisexual claimed their hands. “Right, okay. I think we’ve all demonstrated enough insider knowledge of the blessed disaster we call the US Left. No more calling each other cops, okay? Because yall are too fucked up, and when I told the SC that I’d be a community steward, this is not what I thought my first case would be.” I thought that sounded vaguely carceral, but at this point sobriety was creeping cold and clear, and kept my tongue fuzzily still. “Urgh,” I said instead. “Anyone got a cigarette?” We all went outside for a smoke. The rain stilled to a mild drizzle. Streetlights made the dirty pavements shine, and I scuffed my shoe against a patch of old gum that had probably been there since all these people moved to Brooklyn. The Kindly Bisexual had the cigarettes, but nobody else had a light, so I found an old lighter I had picked up the last time I was driving home to Tennessee, in a Waffle House outside Murfreesboro. I had forgotten it had a Confederate flag on it. “What the fuck,” the Kindly Bisexual said flatly. “No!” I protested. “Shit. No. I-I just, I’m from Tennessee. Stole it from some guy in a Waffle House.” I hadn’t, I had just swiped it from the counter after I paid, but they didn’t need to know that. “I ain’t--no. No.” “You’re faking that accent,” Comrade accused. Red Star nodded next to him. Was this truly how the New York Left would be united? I was vaguely proud of myself. “No, I just codeswitch around middle class leftists from the North,” I said, annoyed. Comrade made a considering face: fair point. “On account of yall think my accent means I’m stupid. But let me show you the truth. I stole this from a Waffle House, and now it shall be destroyed!” Everyone watched as I threw it on the pavement, hoping it would shatter. It bounced instead. Red Star started to laugh. “Nah, that’s just stupid. Smash it! Smash it!” I slammed my foot down and then howled, because I was wearing flipflops and that hurt. “Motherfucker!” I wept. “Shit.” “Aight, I’m gonna try,” Comrade said. He jumped on it and slipped on the slick pavement, busting his ass. We all howled with laughter, even the Kindly Bisexual, who wiped their eyes--carefully, so as not to smudge their eyeliner--before offering him a hand up. “We have to be strategic about this,” Red Star said. “Let’s use that tree branch.” She grabbed a sizeable bow that must have fallen in the storm. She wielded it, lamppost casting a mad glow to her eyes. “Solidarity, yall!” “Solidarity!” we all echoed. She smashed it down, and we screamed in drunken glee as the plastic went flying. Red Star brandished the branch, grinning. Then we heard the sirens. Up the block, we saw the cop car on the corner, whirling its sirens. Some pig said something incomprehensible but threatening over the loudspeaker. “Shit,” I said. “I’m out.” We ran for it, laughing but anxious, all the way to the train station. We split up after the turnstiles. The others all lived deeper in Brooklyn, but I needed to head to Queens. I climbed up the stairs to the platform and sat down on the wooden bench, pushing anxiety about bed bugs out of my head. I saw the three of them across the tracks and waved. They were all laughing. Red Star was mimicking how she had dealt the killing blow. I waved, and the Kindly Bisexual saw me and waved back. They all looked my way. Their train pulled in and I saw them, brilliantly fluorescent, pile into the Coney Island-bound train. Red Star and the Kindly Bisexual spread out on the empty seats; Comrade grabbed a pole. I waved again, feeling lonely now. Comrade glanced over his shoulder and saw me, and they all waved again. The train pulled away, leaving me in the deserted station, and I thought: well, shit. Back to catabasis again.

#saathiray #nice try fbi #my own damn work #:')#finally done

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geekkatsblog · 3 years

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Making my heart race for 45 minutes every week season 17x5 or like everyone else likes to call it Grey's Anatomy.

"A VERY LONG BUT IMPROTANT PART TO READ BELOW."

Now before I get started I was idly scrolling through Instagram instead of studying like I was supposed to and I was recommended a Grey's Anatomy confession site to torture myself (because most of the time I feel irrationally sad after reading when I see my faves being bashed) and I was a good few confessions in when I noticed that someone had taken a part of lasts weeks review word for word and submitted it. I never really thought I would have to but I beg please don't do that. Confession sites tend to make my heart race and when I realized it was my words that were used I was already in the comments, none of my opinions in these are final so I'd rather not have my words posted anywhere else where people can't see the complete picture. Its definitely fine to use it as inspiration but Please do not post my reviews anywhere else, or at least ask first.

*Now finally onto the review*

All in all the episode was like I expected in terms of outcomes however Grey's has got to come up with another genetic disorder besides Alzheimers, because this is yet another doctor with the gene. Not much happened besides the main event so let's hope I don't talk all over myself again.

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Catherine Fox and Jackson Avery

Refuses to wear the mask like the pig headed woman she is. Her especially should take no risks because as it was pointed out in the episode she is immunocompromised. She didn't actually appear in person but I thought I would mention her part in the episode because it gave us Richard and Jackson scenes which I have grown to love and appreciate because they're always wholesome the one they had tonight on systematic racism was great and one that I hope managed to educate viewers on the situation. It's great to see Jackson have someone there who has a parent figure there to listen calmly. Catherine as great of a mother as she is in my opinion sometimes she can come across as an eccentric aunt. I'm glad Richad managed to tame the wildcat and convince her to wear a mask with his sexual promises. We've lost enough Grey Sloan staff and family from it so far.

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Meredith

A hopefully temporary resident at the fake beach where nothing is real. Unfortunately there were no new visitors at the beach. Like I stated last week, I'm not entirely sure if we'll see anymore of the greats such as Mark Sloan, Lexie ect but there's still a chance next week although it seems like she might be waking up, but like I always say with Grey's expect the unexpected She may or may not be out of the deep end yet but I'm just thankful for the few glimpses we got to see George and Derek grace our screens again the nostalgia was great. However as much as I enjoyed seeing them again, I want Meredith to wake up I miss her, she may not be as fun and quirky as she used to be in the earlier seasons but without her working in the hospital it's hard to deny that something's missing from the episodes.

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TEDDY / OWEN/ TOM

(Here we go again.) 😔

This triangle has been going strong for a long time almost too long, and once again they flipped the switch its always back and forth. A few episodes ago she was begging Owen for forgiveness and now she's telling Tom they have a future. I feel like she needs some time to process what she's really feeling most of the time it seems like she's confused and fair enough it all happened so fast the time between her being with Tom and Owen expressing his still lingering feelings to her but now she needs to make sure that the decision she makes now is the one she actually intends to stick with.

On another note Tom seems to be out of the woods, for now at least which is great when he asked for his son I was a little concerned for a bit I wasn't sure if he was really going to make it. He's a douche and a hard ass but he has the potential to have a great character development, so I'm glad he got another chance. And my comments about wanting Helm to be his new protege remains in that small scene they had last week something just clicked with me and there's also the fact that she wanted to treat him despite the risks.

Owen was here as a filler basically, and to reinforce the love triangle again.

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Jo Wilson

Is thinking of switching specialties, if Ben can do it like changing sweaters why can't she switch? I do think it will be a good fit for her the way she has been fawning over the babies of recent it was either that or give her one of her own which in my opinion I don't think she's ready for. But even in all of the excitement I can't help but think that she's only looking at the cupcake and rainbow side for now because although it's awesome being the first one to hold the babies and everything, not every delivery goes well sometimes the babies don't make it or in other cases the mothers die I hope she's ready to face that side of the package as well.

Just mentioning as well that I love the friendship between her and Schmitt. It was an unexpected but pleasant pairing one of which I'm looking forward to seeing more of in the long run.

On the other hand if Jo switches this gives us more of a chance to see Carina as well because she was signed on a a series regular yet we don't get to see her enough except for on Station 19 and on there she's only Maya's girlfriend. I hope it changes soon and they give her more of a plot or something.

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Amelia/Link

Not much relationship content other than Link finding out about her and Koracick's fling and he took her going into the hospital before the end of her maternity leave quite well. They are one of the healthier relationships in Grey's. Right now at least things always get trickier later.

I'm glad she went in though it let Koracick know that he still had people who care about him and she managed to make Teddy who everyone was treating like garbage as well feel a little better.

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Maggie

No Winston today but we got a lot of Maggie content which was great. She was the moral support once again but today I was fine with it I always enjoy her moments with Bailey and at least she was able to be there for her seeing that Ben was MIA and Webber was busy taking care of her patients along with Jackson. Once again a very needed conversation between her and Bailey and I loved that she still went to comfort her despite the fact that rehashing her own mother's death had to be painful to do.

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Bailey

(Thanks for ruining My Girl for me Grey's now instead of feeling happy I'll forever think of Bailey saying goodbye to her mother.)

We all know that whenever Bailey starts spouting out her feelings and asking for help and advice things are about to go down.

Before we get completely into it I'd just like to express my disappointment in the fact that Ben literally dropped everything took the aid car to save his in laws no questions asked then dropped off his mother in law at the hospital with Covid and left his wife who has anxiety without even checking in. I know he's a first responder as well and he isn't allowed into the hospital that easily either but geeze no other phone calls or messages to check in?. He better have been stuck putting out a huge fire or something equally as bad, besides being him being hurt himself at least.

Another foot note to appreciate Bailey primping before her facetiming with Ben. Go get it hun. Their relationship be cute as usual.

Then the big revel her, mother has dementia, yet another doctor with the alzheimers gene. The moment between her and Meredith was heartwarming to be honest it's a foreign thing seeing them so close and having life conversations still but it's something I hope we get to see often they've had them as semi rivals/ semi friends long enough.

It was hard to see her have to say goodbye and the fact that her father couldn't be there to tell his wife any final words and be there to hold her as she passed made it worse, his wife that he was married to and loved for so long had to die without the comfort of her husband by her side and her daughter could barely hold her hand because of the bulk of her suit, then one of the saddest parts was that she possibly didn't even know what was happening to her. But thankfully Bailey could have been there to sing to her and keep her calm, a lot of people don't even get that much of a chance during the pandemic their loved ones die alone.

The moment I saw the conversation with her dad and the way she was only half listening I knew she was going to blame herself at some point over what happened, it remains to be seen if Maggie's speech worked or if she's going to continue to blame herself. Like I stated before I love the conversation her and Maggie had. One of the reasons why I haven't stepped off the Grey's Carousel is because they touch on topics that others don't cross they aren't afraid to touch the important and controversial things.

I was too being sad over her mothers death at first but I also want to talk about her and Webber's friendship he immediately postponed everything to be there for her, he took over her workload and still made sure he was there in time to be there and support her when she watched her mother flat line.

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The pandemic has always been real to me but somehow seeing the names of those that passed at the end was surreal I found myself just staring at the screen for a few minutes later reflecting on everything.

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Next week is the winter finale and I have no idea how it could get anymore dramatic than it already is. There's been so much already but Grey's always manages to surprise me. Then after that episode it's back to nothing until March 😭😭😭.

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fanmoose12 · 4 years

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Hello. I really appreciate your fanfic works and would it be alright to request a tragedy/angst “Hotarubi no Mori e” AU of Levi (taking the place of Hotaru) and Hange (taking the place of Gin) if you’ve happen to watch it? :))

so i’ve never watched this movie, decided to watch it after your prompt and??? this was so damn heartbreaking, i’ve loved it and cried for like half an hour after watching it???

so thanks for your prompt and for recomending this movie!!! i hope my story isn’t so sad btw

anyways, enjoy!!!!

Levi cursed when he realized that he walked by the same tree for the fourth time. He lifted his head and sighed deeply, screaming internally.

Stupid Kenny!

This whole idiotic situation was completely Kenny’s fault. If he was a good uncle or at least a responsible adult, he’d come and pick his nephew from the train station.

But no, he was too busy to do that, and Levi had to walk through the dense forest to get to his uncle’s house.

And now he was lost!

Levi growled and kicked the nearest tree, imagining it was Kenny. Stupid Kenny, and stupid forest, and stupid him for getting lost.

Levi kicked the tree again, harder this time. He raised his leg to do it one more time, when suddenly he heard a voice from up above.

“Oi, what did that tree do to you?”

Levi lifted his head to look for the source of the voice and found… somebody, or maybe something, he wasn’t really sure. It looked like a person, talked like a person, but instead of a face there was some weird mask.

“Go away.” Levi grumbled, crossing hands on his chest and glaring at the person on a tree. He was already pissed off, and he wouldn’t let some masked weirdo bother him.

In the meanwhile, the strange figure jumped off a tree and landed in front of Levi, crouching beside him.

“Are you lost?” the person asked, and Levi fleetingly thought that voice resembled a girl’s. Although it was much deeper than the voices of girls Levi knew.

“Do you know the way out?”

The girl laughed. “I do!” she said way too cheerfully. “C’mon, follow me, and I’ll lead you out.”

Levi nodded, deciding that he really needed help. Even if that help came from a weirdo in a mask. Still, a help from some weirdo was much better than roaming the woods until he starves to death.

“Thank you.” Levi muttered awkwardly and quietly.

The girl smiled down at him, getting to her feet. And Levi realized that she was probably much older than him, as she was almost twice Levi’s height.

“Before we start,” the girl began, as she was looking for something in her pocket. “I’ve got to warn you: you can’t touch me, under no circumstances. Alright?”

Levi huffed. “As if I was going to.”

“I just needed to warn you,” the girl shrugged and then took a long white cloth out of her pocket. She passed one end of it to Levi. “Wrap it around your wrist,” she instructed, doing the same on her own hand. “So we won’t get separated.”

Levi found her request a little weird, but, well, the girl was very weird, and he really wanted to get out of this forest, so he complied, wrapping the cloth tightly around his hand.

The girl looked down on their hands, joined by a white fabric, and started to giggle.

“We look just like a couple on a date!”

Levi raised his eyebrow. “Aren’t you a little old for me?”

“Or maybe it’s you who are too young for me,” the girl chuckled.

And then they started walking, the girl leading the way slowly, but confidently.

She hummed quietly as they made their way through the thick forest, but surprisingly it didn’t irritate Levi at all. On the contrary, he felt relaxed and soothed by her singing.

As they walked side by side, Levi couldn’t help but wonder just who his mysterious savior was. Was she just a girl, who liked to hang out in the woods and wear stupid masks? Or was she living there? Suddenly, Kenny’s tales about ghosts and spirits, which inhabited this forest, came to Levi’s mind.

Kenny told him this story a thousand times, a story of how he accidentally happened upon supernatural festivities, but he did not realize it, because all spirits looked like real people.

Levi shook his head, trying to get rid of such foolish thoughts. Obliviously, she was just a girl and not some supernatural creature. Levi felt ashamed of even thinking about such nonsense.

Maybe he was a rather impressionable child, but he wasn’t a little boy anymore. This winter he would turn nine years old and it was time for him to grow up.

So deeply engrossed in his thoughts, Levi didn’t even notice when the girl led him out to the clearing.

When he finally came to his senses, Levi’s eyes widened slightly, as he took in the scenery around him.

From on top of the hill they’ve been standing on, he could see the whole town below, and if he squinted, he could even see his uncle’s house.

“Thank you,” Levi said again, turning to face the girl.

“It’s nothing,” she waved him off. “But I do want something in return.”

Levi tensed and narrowed his eyes at her. “And what is it?” `

“Your name.”

Levi scoffed, but decided to obey her request. She kind of saved his life, after all. “It’s Levi.”

“Nice to meet you, Levi!” the girl giggled. “I’m Hange.”

“I don’t care,” he answered, but before he could turn away and go home, Levi wanted to ask her another thing. “Aren’t you going down with me?”

“What for?” Hange asked, honestly surprised. “I live here, in the forest.”

Levi widened his eyes. Was she actually serious? He looked closely at her, but he could see nothing behind her mask. However, her voice was devoid of the mirth, which was there before. So was she really living in the forest?

“Well, I need to go,” Hange started to turn around. “You can return this thing to me some other time.” She said, pointing to the cloth, still wrapped around Levi’s wrist.

Damnit, he didn’t even see her taking it off.

“What makes you think I will ever step a foot in this stupid forest?” Levi called after her.

“Ah, then leave it as a souvenir, I guess. From your mysterious forest friend. See you, Levi!” Hange finished and started walking away.

Levi watched her until her figure disappeared between the trees.

Then he scoffed, turning around and going his way.

What a damn weirdo he had met today.

***

The next day, Levi woke up to the sounds of his uncle’s friends making some kind of a ruckus downstairs. Sighing and getting dressed, he decided to go for a walk.

Levi hated those disgusting pigs Kenny called friends. They were loud, they were dirty and stinky and they usually came to Kenny with one goal – to get drunk.

As he walked through the town, Levi couldn’t help but remember yesterday’s encounter. And as he thought about the strange girl in a mask named Hange and wondered what she did in that forest, his legs involuntarily carried him on top of a hill.

Levi cursed himself, when he realized he was standing right in front of an entrance to the forest.

“I knew you would come!” Levi heard the cheerful voice, and soon Hange emerged from between the trees.

Levi huffed, turning his face away to hide his embarrassment. “It was unintentional.”

“Well whatever the case,” Hange eagerly clasped her hands together. “Would you like to go for a walk?”

Levi studied her masked face for a while, contemplating his answer. There wasn’t really a choice – it was rather enter the forest with a weird, but probably innocent and friendly girl, or spend his day, cooped up in his room, trying to ignore the vulgar jokes and boisterous laughter from Kenny and his friends.

“Only if you show me a way back here.” Levi said finally.

“That’s a deal then!”

Hange turned around and started leading the way, Levi following after her.

“So you live here with your parents?” Levi asked as they entered the forest.

“Huh? Well, I do have a family, but that’s probably not what you expect.”

Levi stared at her in confusion. She gave him a rather cryptic reply. “And just what do you mean by that?”

Hange turned around to face him. Levi wished he could see what expression she made behind that mask.

“Levi, you know what I am, right?” Hange asked carefully.

Levi looked at Hange’s strange mask and then remembered her words about not touching her.

“You are not just a girl?”

Hange laughed softly, shaking her head. “I am not. I am a spirit, who lives in this forest.”

“So when you said that I couldn’t touch you…”

“I will die, if a human ever touches me. Well, die is probably a wrong word for it, because technically I’ve been dead for a very long time and-“

“Hange.” Levi stopped her. “I got it, stop rambling.”

“Oh, alright,” Hange scratched her head, cocking her head to the side and studying Levi. “Aren’t you scared?”

“Why should I? You don’t look like you’re going to hurt me.”

“That’s right, I’m not.” Hange confirmed rather seriously.

They continued to stroll through the forest quietly after that, the silence around them interrupted only by Hange’s voice as she pointed something interesting to Levi every now and then.

Soon they came to a small bridge, and Levi stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a creature that was standing on the other side of it.

It was obviously some kind of spirit or a ghost, but it looked very different from Hange. Hange looked just like a human, while that thing resembled some kind of a black, slimy cloud. It had no eyes, but Levi felt that it was watching him. He felt a shiver down his spine, and Levi involuntarily took a step back, hiding behind Hange.

“Oi, you’re scaring him!” Hange shouted to that thing. “It’s Levi, he’s my new friend. He’s under my protection, so don’t hurt him!”

“Alright,” the creature said, and Levi closed his eyes at the sound of its voice. It was a horrible sound, which didn’t resemble a normal human voice. Instead the thing bellowed, his voice deep and gravy.

Levi would have pressed himself to Hange, but he remembered that he couldn’t touch her. So gathering all of his courage, Levi opened his eyes and stared at the scene in front of him.

“I won’t hurt him, but tell him he can’t touch you. You can’t do that, human boy,” the creature looked him straight in the eyes.

“I won’t.” Levi promised, willing his voice not to shake.

“Well, we’ll get going,” Hange waved at the creature, gesturing Levi to follow her.

“Don’t worry,” Hange told him, when they were a safe distance from that thing. “He won’t really hurt you, he just worries about me.”

“What was that creature? It looked nothing like you.”

“He is also a forest spirit. I looked like a human, because I’ve been born as one.” Hange looked straight ahead, and her voice lost its mirth and cheerfulness, becoming quiet and neutral. “When I was a child, I was abandoned by my parents. I would have died, if the forest spirits hadn’t saved me. That’s why they are so protective of me.” Hange chuckled at her last words.

Levi just nodded, not really knowing what to say. He had a lot of things to come to grips with after Hange’s story. For example, the fact that spirits and ghosts actually existed, and were not made up by his drunkard of an uncle, who just tried to scare his nephew.

However, the part of Hange’s story, where she was abandoned by her parents, didn’t surprise Levi. His father did the same to him, after all.

***

Hange and Levi spend the whole day, exploring the forest, and only when the rays of sunshine were starting to fade, did Hange tell him that he needed to go home.

The forest at night was a dangerous place for a human, she said. And his parents were probably worried about him.

Levi wanted to scoff at the last part. His uncle probably didn’t even notice that he was gone. But his mother could call and ask about him, and she would get worried if Levi wasn’t at home. And Levi hated making his mother worried. She had enough on her hands as it was.

So Levi nodded, and Hange started to lead him to the clearing.

“I’ll come back tomorrow,” Levi said when they were standing on top of the already familiar hill. He purposefully hid his face away from Hange, embarrassed by his own desire to see her again. “If that’s alright with you, of course.”

“Sure!” Hange exclaimed, cheerful as always. “I’ll be waiting for your return.”

“A-alright then,” Levi replied, feeling even more awkward now. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And then he went home, and the next day he was again standing at the entrance of the forest, and Hange was once again waiting for him in the shadow of a big tree.

And that’s how Levi became friends with a forest spirit named Hange. He spent his every day in the woods, coming in the early morning and going back home when the sun was already setting behind the horizon.

It was never boring with Hange, she always came up with new ways to entertain Levi – they explored the forest, they picked berries, they fished in the forest lake, they climbed the highest trees or they just sat in a shadow, hiding from the sun and talking about everything and nothing. Well, usually Hange was the one, who talked, but she didn’t mind Levi’s silence.

Being friends with Hange was easy, even though Levi had never had friends before. Other kids found him weird, they thought his always scowling face was scary and they didn’t like that he almost never smiled or laughed.

But with Hange, everything was different. She talked for the both of them, and she didn’t need to see his smile or hear his laugh to know that he was enjoying himself and her company.

***

Levi was nearly devastated, when at the end of summer his mother came to take him back home. He asked her to wait for half an hour and then rushed to the forest, desperate to see Hange one last time.

He found her at the entrance of the forest, as always. She greeted him with a wave of her hand, as always.

However, she tensed when she saw the troubled expression on Levi’s face.

“Is everything alright?” she asked, unusually serious.

“I’m going home,” Levi breathed out. “I… I wouldn’t be able to come here anymore.”

“So this is a goodbye?”

“No.” Levi replied fiercely. “I’ll come back. Next summer, I’ll return.”

“Alright,” Hange said, but Levi heard that her voice was still sad. She didn’t believe him.

“I will return.” Levi pressed. “And then you’ll show me a million different things. Okay?”

Hange chuckled, her hand coming to scratch her head awkwardly. “Okay.”

“I… I need to go right now. But you’ll wait for me?”

“I’m not going anywhere, Levi,” Hange said in a gentle voice. “Just go already.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going. But I will be back,” he replied, just to reassure Hange one more time. “See you next summer, Hange.”

“See you, Levi!” Hange said, and Levi let out a small smile, upon hearing that her usual cheerfulness has returned.

***

Returning to his hometown and coming back to school, Levi felt utterly bored. He couldn’t wait for summer to come, so he could visit Hange again. He missed her voice, he missed her laugh, he even missed her stupid and weird mask.

Levi wondered if he always felt like that before he met Hange. Was everything so meaningless and pointless before or did he start to feel like this only after Hange showed him what a true life felt like?

Every time Levi wasn’t busy studying or helping his mother, his thoughts wondered to Hange. He wanted to know what she was doing right now, what interesting thing she managed to find that day, was the weather in the forest warm or cold, did she think of him and did she miss him just like he did?

And sometimes, while lying in his bed, unable to fall asleep, Levi wondered what Hange looked like. She had never taken off her mask in front of him, and Levi wanted to know what her face looked like. Did she look like any other girl, or was her face unhuman-like, showing her true nature?

Despite his desire to see what Hange was hiding behind that mask, Levi couldn’t bring himself to ask her about that. It felt too intrusive, too personal of a question to just outright ask her. But Levi was determined to see Hange’s face, when he would return to the forest next summer.

***

Levi felt incredibly happy, when his mother announced that he will be visiting his uncle Kenny this summer as well.

Noticing Levi’s small smile and the unusually pleased expression on his face, his mother softly ruffled his inky curls.

“I see that you and uncle Kenny finally started to get along?”

Levi barely resisted from making a gaging sound at his mother’s words.

“Something like that,” he muttered, not wanting to upset his mother. “Mom, I’ll begin packing my things, yeah?”

“Of course, honey,” his mother smiled softly.

***

After his train arrived at the needed station, Levi practically ran out of it and immediately rushed to the forest. He wanted to see Hange so badly!

However, he slowed his pace near the forest and tried to return his breathing back to normal. After all, he couldn’t let Hange know he missed her that much.

To Levi’s disappointment, Hange wasn’t waiting for him at their usual meeting place.

“Hange!” Levi shouted, hopping she would be able to hear him.

In the next second, Hange emerged from the forest. Since their last meeting, she didn’t change at all.

“Levi!” she shouted. “You came back!”

“Of course,” Levi scowled, crossing his hands on his chest. Did she really doubt him? “I promised I would.”

“And I’m so happy you did!” Hange clasped her hands. Then she cocked her head to the side, and Levi knew her eyes were studying him intently behind that mask. “Did you miss me?”

Levi felt his cheeks redden under Hange’s inquisitive stare. He turned his face away and scoffed. “I did not.”

“Oh my! You missed me so much! Levi, that’s so cute!”

“Shut it, Hange,” Levi growled, embarrassment making him feel like a fool. How Hange managed to read him so easily all the time? Was it her superpower as a forest spirit?

“I missed you, too,” Hange said, chuckling softly. She took a step towards Levi, her hand raised in an inviting gesture. “Shall we?”

“Let’s go already,” Levi muttered, coming to stand by her side.

They entered the forest together, and Levi hadn’t felt so happy ever since he said goodbye to Hange last summer.

***

And just like that, Hange was back in Levi’s life. It felt so easy and natural, as though Levi wasn’t absent for almost a year. They got along so well, as though they weren’t from two very different worlds.

But still, one thought lingered at the back of Levi’s mind. He wanted to see Hange’s face, but he couldn’t find enough courage to ask her.

And so, one sunny day, as they lay side by side on the warm and soft grass, close enough but not actually touching, Levi got an idea.

Hange seemed so relaxed, her breathing regular, and Levi concluded that she must have fallen asleep. He quietly and carefully rose and outstretched his hand towards Hange’s mask. He knew he couldn’t touch Hange, but she said nothing about her mask, right?

Levi’s hands slightly trembled while he was lifting the mask. However he successfully took it off and Hange didn’t seem to disappear in front of his eyes. Levi breathed out a sigh of relief, and then his eyes focused on Hange’s face.

And to his surprise… she looked completely normal. He expected to see something weird, but Hange’s eyes, nose and mouth looked just like any other girl’s. She wasn’t pretty like some girls in Levi’s school - her lips weren’t full, and her nose was too long, but Levi liked her face. It was Hange’s face, and Hange was his friend, his best and only friend, and to Levi her face looked more beautiful than the face of the prettiest girl in his school.

“Like what you see?” he suddenly heard Hange’s teasing voice, and Levi jumped back in surprise.

“I thought you were asleep!” Levi said accusingly.

“I was just resting my eyes,” Hange defended herself. She opened her eyes and sat, stretching her hands above her head.

Levi was lost the moment he looked into her eyes. They were brown, and warm, and so, so deep. Small creases appeared around them as Hange grinned at him.

Hange noticed his state, and she cocked her head to the side, looking at him curiously. Her brows furrowed in confusion, and she narrowed her eyes slightly. “Is everything alright?”

“Why do you wear that mask?” Levi asked instead.

Hange chuckled, as she scratched the back of her head. “I’m a forest spirit, but I look like a human, so I wear the mask to cover it.”

“You’re such a weirdo, Hange.” Levi deadpanned, making Hange laugh.

He watched with a small smile at the expression Hange made while laughing. She threw her head back, her eyes were closed, and her mouth was set in a grin.

Levi couldn’t look away.

Suddenly he remembered Hange could be withered away by a single human touch. A chill ran through Levi’s spine at the thought.

“Don’t touch me.” He blurted out. He didn’t mean to, but seeing Hange’s eyes at him, he looked back at her, staring deep into her beautiful eyes. “Don’t you ever touch me, Hange,” Levi pressed.

“A-alright!” Hange replied shakily, still staring at Levi in confusion.

“Do you promise me?”

“Levi, I don’t underst-“

“Promise me!” Levi raised his voice. His hands tightened into fists, and he squeezed them so hard, they began to tremble.

“Okay, okay!” Hange raised her hands into a placating gesture. “I promise that I will never touch you. Just calm down already.”

“I’m perfectly calm,” Levi argued.

“Alright, no touches, I got it.” Hange rose to her feet, putting her mask back on. “C’mon, I’ll show you a fox’s nest I found some time ago.”

And Levi followed after Hange, already missing the sight of her face.

***

Summer came and went, and then came another one, and another. Levi grew and matured, and Hange remained the only constant in his life.

Every summer he would visit her, and no matter how much he changed, Hange still was his best friend.

Spending time with her was still his favorite thing in the world, and Levi still missed her every time he went home.

And in all those long years Levi had known her, Hange didn’t change a bit. She was the same as the day he had met her, when he got lost in the woods all those years ago.

And even though, Levi had already grown up, and even though he already celebrated his sixteenth birthday, he was still shorter than Hange.

And that, of course, was an endless source of mischief and teasing for her.

But there was another consequence to Levi’s maturing.

In the school, seeing his pears dating, holding hands and kissing made Levi understand that he wanted the same thing. He wanted to find someone, who would hold his hand, hug his shoulders and softly kiss him on a cheek.

And as Levi was once returning home from school, one of the girls from his class decided to accompany him.

She had long blond hair and big green eyes with long eyelashes. Her lips were full and pink, her smile soft and gentle.

She was pretty, Levi thought. Very pretty.

But looking at her, he felt absolutely nothing.

Maybe, her hair was long and shiny, but Levi liked wild and messy brown curls. Maybe, her eyes were a beautiful shade of green that matched the leaves on a tree, but Levi preferred deep brown eyes, that were constantly shining with mischief and amusement. Maybe, her smile was pretty and delicate, but Levi enjoyed looking at the wide and slightly crazy grin.

As they walked home together, trudging through the snow, the girl came closer to him, taking his hand in hers.

And as she touched him, all Levi could think of was how it would feel to hold Hange’s hand. How it would feel to put his hands on her cheeks, while staring deeply in her eyes and admiring her smile.

Levi wanted to touch Hange’s hair to test if it really was as soft as it looked. And he wanted, desperately, to put his lips against hers and taste her gentle smile.

He wanted to see her so much, and he wondered, not for the first time this day, what was Hange up to right now. Was it also snowing in the forest? Was it just as cold there? Was Hange wearing the scarf, Levi had given her last summer? Was she feeling just as cold without Levi, as he was right now?

Levi thought that if Hange would ever put her hands around him, if she would touch him at least once, then he would never be cold again.

His heart started to beat faster, as Levi realized the truth. He was in love with Hange, and had probably been in love with her for a very long time. Maybe, he fell in love with her the moment he set his eyes on Hange, back when he was just a nine year old boy, who got lost in the woods.

Suddenly, the girl tugged slightly on his hand, and only then Levi remembered that she was still holding it in hers.

He untangled himself gently, but firmly, looking at the girl apologetically.

“I’m sorry…” he mumbled, staring at his feet. “But I don’t feel the same way you do.”

And then he turned around and headed home, his mind still reeling from the sudden revelation.

***

When it was time to visit his uncle again, Levi felt uncharacteristically anxious. He didn’t know how to behave around Hange anymore: should he tell her about his feelings, or should he keep it a secret from her?

Whatever he decided to do, Levi knew his wish would never come to life. He would never get to kiss Hange, or hold her in his arms, or even touch her hand. The smallest of his touch would kill Hange, and Levi couldn’t, wouldn’t, let it happen.

When Levi arrived at the train station and headed to the forest, his heart was beating loudly in his chest and his hands were getting clammy.

He fixed his hair for the tenth time today, and then looked down on his clothes, making sure there was not a speck of dirt on it.

For the first time in years, he was actually worried to see Hange, afraid that his feelings would ruin the friendship they had.

However, all of his fears disappeared the moment he laid his eyes on Hange.

As always, she was waiting for him, and when she finally noticed his approach, she began waving her hands happily. And Levi didn’t need to see her face to know she was grinning at him.

He felt his own lips curve into a smile, as his heart was finally at peace, now that he was beside Hange once again.

***

“Levi?” Hange called, while they were sitting on a tree branch, their legs swinging back and forth. “Are you busy tonight?”

Beside her, Levi scoffed. “Of course not, what I would be busy with? Why do you ask, though?”

“Well,” Hange faltered, fidgeting with her hands. “Tonight is the night of the forest festival. And I thought… maybe you would like to come? With me, I mean.”

“A forest festival?” Levi wondered aloud. He suddenly remembered the stories, his uncle used to tell him. So it was the truth, and not hallucinations of a drunkard? “Is it a festival for… spirits?”

“Yeah,” Hange nodded. “But it’s a special night. All spirits and ghosts are pretending to be human. They won’t even notice that you are not one of them. And even if they do, I will protect you. You don’t have to worry.”

“I do not worry,” Levi huffed. “I was just asking. Alright, I’ll sneak from the house tonight and come to this stupid festival.”

“Yay!” Hange threw her hands in the air. Levi wished he could see her smile right now, but Hange’s face was obscured by a mask. “I’ll be waiting for you on our usual spot?”

“Of course.”

***

In the evening Levi came to their meeting spot. He was surprised to see Hange already waiting for him. She held a lantern in her hand and she was dressed in a bright yellow yukata.

“Oi, you look so handsome today,” Hange noted, smiling and nodding at his dark blue yukata.

Levi felt his cheek burn in embarrassment. “You look good too,” he muttered quietly.

Hange’s laughed delightfully at his awkward compliment.

Before they entered the forest, Levi took a white cloth out of his pocket. He outstretched one end of it to Hange, and he wrapped another one around his wrist.

“So we won’t be separated,” he told her.

“You kept it all those years?” Hange asked with wonder in her voice.

“Of course. It’s a souvenir from my mysterious forest friend.”

Hange said nothing, but Levi saw her looking at their joined hands. He wished he could see what her face looked right now, but Hange was wearing a mask, as always.

They entered the forest, walking side by side.

The quiet and calm atmosphere of the summer night was interrupted by Hange’s sudden fit of giggles.

“We look like a couple on a date!”

“We do.” Levi replied simply, making Hange gasp. She stopped and stared at him in bewilderment.

“When did you learn how to be so suave?” Hange asked, as she caught up with Levi.

Levi shrugged. “I grew up. It’s you who always stays the same.”

“I do.” Hange nodded, and Levi was surprised to hear some sadness in her voice. He wanted to ask her about it, but soon they reached the clearing, and Levi’s eyes widened as he took in all the bright colors and different sounds of the festival.

All around him were shining lanterns and people in colorful yukatas, Levi was surrounded by the sound of music and laughter. It all looked so normal, he saw not a spirit in sight. Everyone looked just like ordinary people - Levi saw children running around, adults, walking in pairs and holding hands, and elderly, sitting down and enjoying their tea as they wore warm smiles, watching the festivities.

“Come on!” Hange tugged on his arm, breaking Levi out of his daze. “There is so much we have to do!”

And Levi let himself be dragged, dutifully following after Hange as she jumped from one fun activity to another. They went goldfish scooping, gun-shooting, ring-tossing and senbonbiki, and Hange tasted a dozen of different dishes from the food stalls.

Levi was barely able to keep up with her, but still he enjoyed his evening, as Hange’s delighted laugh and her squeals of joy made him incredibly happy.

When Hange finally tired out, she offered to walk Levi home.

She was humming softly, while they were walking side by side through the dark forest. Strolling with Hange like that Levi was reminded of their first meeting.

A smile graced his lips, as he thought of how lucky he was to get lost that day.

Suddenly Hange stopped. She took off her mask and put it on Levi’s face. Before he could react in any way, Hange took a step closer to him and pressed her lips to the mask. She lingered there for a moment, and Levi’s hands trembled with desire to touch her, to cup her face in his palms and truly kiss her, with no obstacles in their way.

“Keep it,” Hange nodded to the mask. She winked, grinning mischievously, before continuing. “It will be another souvenir from your forest friend.”

Levi froze, looking at Hange with helpless eyes. In that moment he knew that it was his last meeting with Hange. Somewhere deep in his soul Levi felt that he would never get to see his best friend or hear her laugh or listen to her stupid jokes.

He extended his hand, reaching for her. “Hange…” he called softly.

But before Levi could say anything else, a couple of kids ran past them. One of them stumbled and Hange caught him with her hand.

“Be careful!” she called after him, as the boy giggled and continued running after his friend.

And Levi watched with wide eyes as Hange’s hand, the hand that just touched the boy’s shoulder, began to disappear in a bright green light.

“That boy was probably not a spirit,” Hange laughed awkwardly.

And Levi still watched, unable to look away and shocked to do anything else. His heart beat wildly in his chest and Levi felt how tears slowly started to gather in the corners of his eyes.

“Levi, come here!” Hange urged him, widening her arms.

And Levi ran to her, almost knocking her down. He closed his hands around Hange, pressing her as close to him as he could.

“I love you, Hange,” he whispered frantically in her shoulder. He could feel Hange disappearing beneath his fingertips, but Levi held on tight, trying to memorize the feel of Hange’s soft skin and inhaling her faint scent.

“I love you, too,” Hange replied, laughing giddily. “I’m so happy that I can finally touch you!”

“I will always remember you,” Levi promised.

Hange nodded, the brilliant smile on her lips, and in the next moment she disappeared completely.

Levi continued to stare at the spot, where Hange stood. The tears flew freely from his eyes, and Levi’s heart was broken, shuttered in a million pieces, his soul already missing Hange.

But still, a smile began to appear on his face, as he recalled Hange’s last moments.

He was right after all, Hange’s touch did make him feel incredibly warm inside.

And staring at the night sky and the millions stars, that shone brightly, but weren’t nearly as blinding as Hange’s smile, Levi knew that even though he would always miss Hange, even though his heart would always belong to her, now that he had finally touched her, he would never feel cold again.

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Survey #416

“don’t pray for me when you’re the one to blame / don’t think of me when you go up in flames”

Does your town/area have a farmer’s market? Do you ever buy your vegetables there rather than grocery store? Not close enough for us to actually go there for groceries, no. If you had a significant other and somehow got a chance to kiss your celebrity crush, would you still go for it? Well no, given Mark's been in a serious relationship for like six years, and I'd feel disloyal to my partner. I can just dream about it, ha ha. Do you tend to be attracted to people that are more similar to you in interests and mannerisms or do you tend to be attracted to someone opposite/complementing to you? I tend to be drawn to people I'm more similar to. What is a talent that a lot of other people desire or value but you really don’t care to have (e.g., singing, etc.)? *shrug* If someone asks you to hang out, but for some reason you’re just feeling lazy/don’t want to go anywhere, do you ignore them, make up an excuse, or just tell them the honest truth? Tbh, odds are I'm making up an excuse. Would you like to meet an alien? That would depend on its motives. It might have wisdom to share, or it may be nefarious, in which case I don't wanna meet it obviously. If so, would you trust them enough to go back with them to their planet? That's a no no matter how it acts. Trust issues, my friend. And that's with humans. What do you think is at the end of space. It's kinda science that space is infinite... Do you like D&D or Magic: The Gathering the most? I've never played D&D because I know I would be way, way too awkward to actually do it. M:TG is fun, though. What is your favorite Disney movie? TLKKKKK. What’s your favorite book series? Wings of Fire tops the list right now, but Warriors will always have a very special place in my heart. What’s something you wish they’d build in your neighborhood? Idk. Do you usually keep ponytail holders around your wrist? No. I don't even wear my hair in a ponytail because it's too short. Sunny D or orange juice? Orange juice. I have to be in a very specific mood for Sunny D. Can you snap out of a bad mood fast? Nooooo, unless something drastically good happens. How can a person tell if you’re mad or annoyed? My face will probably give it away, mixed with me being short and snippy or more awkward than normal because I'm trying to not be a bother. What’s something you enjoy that’s outside your age level? Certain TV shows. When your friends come and hang out at your house, what do you get up to? The only friend I have that I hang out with once in a blue moon is Girt, and we'd usually play board games or watch TV. Do you think it’s ignorant for people to have unprotected sex when they’re not ready for a child? Yes. Like yes, I'm pro-choice so won't look down on someone getting an abortion, but I still think you should be willing to act to prevent things from getting to that point where that procedure is chosen. For it or against it, abortion is a serious decision and should be treated as such. What were your favourite things to do as a child? My favorite thing had to be video games, specifically Spyro, and I also adored Webkinz and Neopets on the computer. I also loved playing make-believe with my toys like every other kid. I loved watching Dad play video games, too. I've also been a drawing fiend since I was very little. If you were shopping with your best friend, and they picked an outfit that was completely unflattering, would you tell them? I honestly don't know if I would. Her being comfortable and happy in it is what matters, anyway. Do you prefer using air-con or having the windows down when you’re driving on a hot day? Team A/C for sure. I hate the feeling of wind just slapping the hell outta your face and making a nest out of your hair. Can you ever manage to finish three courses when you go out to eat at restaurants? No. What would you say your favourite farm animal is? Pigs! They are so incredibly misunderstood. They're very intelligent, CLEAN (I know, can you believe it?), silly, and happy animals that I just adore. Is your ex currently in a relationship and if yes, how do you feel about that? Idk if "the" ex is with anyone, and it's for the better I don't, probably. Which one of your friends should be a stand-up comedian? Girt. Is your mom a better driver or your dad? Oh yeah. Dad tailgates like a motherfucker. What's your least favorite genre of music? Either rap or country, idk. Do you like poems? I do. Do you enjoy drawing? I have a love-hate relationship with it. I LOVE when something comes out the way I wanted it to, but if it doesn't, I feel very disappointed in myself and bash it into my head that I could do better. Do you even have any drawing talent? So I'm told. Have you ever seen The Sound of Music? Yes, in elementary school's music class. Ever seen Beetlejuice? If so, did you enjoy it? Oh yes, that was one of Jason's favorites. I liked it. How do you deal with oppressive heat? Complain, sweat my ass off, do anything I can to cool off that doesn't involve taking clothes off. What’s one thing that people definitely CAN’T count on you for? To remember pretty much anything whatsoever. What about something they definitely can count on you for? An ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on. How do you feel about your handwriting? I like it. Is there a store that bothers you immensely for some reason (people who shop there irritate you or the employees who work there are rude, etc.)? Uhhhh I don't think so. What’s something you complain about frequently? If I'm hot, or my legs hurting. If you’re home alone and someone knocks on the door, what do you do? Ignore it. I'm not answering. What’s one book that you have read that will stick with you forever? Johnny Got His Gun by Dalton Trumbo. It's an anti-war pacifism novel, which is something I'm very much passionate about. Would you ever get one of those old school “mom” tattoos with the heart? No. I know with certainty I want a tribute to my mom when she passes, but definitely not that design. Are you a Giants fan? I don't care for sports, but the NYG always make me think of Jason's dad, who is like, obsessed with them. So I guess I feel a bit of warmness towards them just for memory's sake. Last time you went pumpkin picking? Never. Do you prefer eating corn straight off the cob or corn already taken off the cob? I think corn on the cob tastes better with all the butter and spices you can put on it, but I do enjoy off the cob too because it's just so much cleaner. Would you want your family to go on Wife Swap? Well, I live with my mom and she's divorced, so... I don't have to worry about this. How old is your current e-mail address? God, I've had it since I was a kid. Last time you conversed with someone in a language other than English? Not since taking a test for German in high school. Last video you favorited on YouTube? Oh my god, it was this video from my favorite reptile channel (Snake Discovery) of them taking their pet tegu to the park. She clearly had SO much fun. Now mind you I very rarely favorite things, so yeah, I adored the video. Do you like chocolate with coconut filling? Noooo, I'm not a coconut fan at all. What was the first thing you ate today? Mom made bacon, yuuuuum. Do you know how to play Mahjong? No. Mom loves it, though. Do you have any skirts longer than knee-length? I don't own any skirts. What’s the farthest you’ve gone with someone you weren’t dating? Just flirting. Ever had a promise ring? No. What about one of those “I’ll wait until marriage” rings (I think they’re called purity rings or something)? They're called abstinence rings, and yes, in HS. Funny how looking back I was definitely breaking that vow while I wore it lmao. What is the shortest time you’ve heard of people being together before getting married? My late grandma and her second husband got married SO fast. Like they were together for probably a couple months (maybe less?), then boom, the news came that they were engaged. Are any of your friends currently pregnant? Facebook friends, yes, which are mostly composed of old friends and acquaintances from school. One poor girl very recently got into a bad wreck, but thank goodness she and her unborn daughter are okay. Have you ever played golf? I loved playing putt-putt when I was younger, and then Jason and I once had a mini-golf date. It was really cute. When was the last time you waxed anything on your body, if ever? It's been some years since I used to wax my eyebrows. Have you ever been in a car accident? Yes. A minor one, but still. Can you honestly say you love the last person you kissed? Yep. Are you smiling in your Facebook profile picture? Yeah. Would you ever go on Fear Factor? Noooo. I would NEVER get past day #2 where they tend to do the disgusting shit, and I'm way too out of shape to do the wild stuff they do. What colour was the last mask you wore? Blue. Can any of your friends sing well? Which one has the nicest singing voice? Oh yes, Sara has an absolutely beautiful voice. When was the last time you had a nightmare? I had two last night, actually. I have this habit of taking my APAP mask off in the middle of the night because it's a nuisance, and I never remember doing so. When I do that, I'm much more prone to have nightmares because the mask helps my sleep apnea, which causes my nightmares/terrors. Where do you see yourself in ten years? I do NOT want to imagine this. It's either going to be beautiful or a fucking catastrophe, of that I'm sure. Does your family have traditions? Just pretty ordinary holiday ones. Have you ever met anyone half-way famous? Tez is famous, as far as I'm concerned. :') I also have some musician friends trying to make it, but idk how far they've actually gotten in the industry. Is there a celebrity that you are related to? No, just ancestors. Would you call your last relationship a mistake? Definitely not. Would you ever take up a job in photography? Ugh... that's the fucking dream. But I'm massively losing hope. Do you throw out your assignments once you’ve gotten them back? When I was in school, it depended on whether it would serve as good study material or not. Who was the last person you messaged on Facebook? My old friend Jenna messaged me a few days back just to say she was thinking about me and wished me well, which I really appreciated. Of course I messaged her back wishing her the same and all. Have you ever developed a crush on someone the first day you met them? Don't believe so, no. Do you have any friends who never shut up about their boyfriend/girlfriend? Well, I used to. She vanished. Have you ever showered with a member of the opposite sex? No. Don't want to. I want to be alone when I shower.

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