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shamrockqueen · 10 months

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Inferno

Pairing : Firefighter Bucky x Reader

Warnings : Major accident, fire, mild smut, major loss, references to death, manipulation

Word count : 6195

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You always had so much fun at the fireman's festival each year. Even as you get older, it’s nice to see the kids running around and having fun like you once did. Nowadays, you sit and chat with the firemen's wives and older kids as you all eat together.

Your dad had been the fire chief for the last 5 years after serving the community for at least 15. He was a good, honest, and hardworking man, and to him and your two brothers he was your hero. All of the men and women he’s worked alongside have been family to both him and all of you.

You had been laughing at something with your mom when you decided to get up for more barbecue. The ribs were amazing every year, and you weren't gonna miss an opportunity to have seconds while the line was short. You stood behind about five people and waited for your turn when you felt a tap at your shoulder.

"Hey." His smile was bright and oh so inviting. His eyes were a cheerful blue, and his hair was a dark brunette that was combed up and nearly fluffy. He was handsome, but you had no idea who he was. Yet, you didn’t want to be impolite, so with your same sweet demeanor, you greeted him back with "Oh, hello."

"You’re Chuck’s daughter, right?"

"Uh, yeah. Do you know him?"

"Damn well should; he’s my boss now." He chuckled as the line moved up.

"Oh, are you a new recruit?" You asked as you stepped forward, and he followed a little too closely, yet his new proximity wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, as his shoulder brushed yours and he flashed that bright smile down at you, your heart started to beat a little faster.

"Graduated from the academy a couple weeks ago. I’m one of a couple new guys."

"Oh right, it’s nice to meet you...uh"

"James" he said as he extended his hand to yours, and you let him pull your little fingers into a firm shake before he continued with, "But you can call me Bucky."

His hands were strong and warm to the touch, making the heat from his fingers spread around your arm and up your neck.

"Will I be seeing you often enough to do that?"

You must have been blushing as you noticed his smile curling further up with satisfaction before he let your hand go and answered, "I hope so."

The line moved up again, and without fail, he inched closer until your back was almost touching his chest after you’d turned towards the line. When you looked back at him, his smile had started to fade as he looked out at the crowd. You matched his line of sight to see the gleaming bald head of your father breaking through the small sea of people. He seemed to be glaring between the two of you as he quickened his pace towards the line.

His goofy gray mustache was tilted in an unsavory direction as he came up to you and spoke with an odd sense of urgency. "Your mom needs you over by the picnic tables, sweetheart."

"Oh? But I was just there; I was gonna get.."

"I’ll get ya another plate; just go back to your mom, ok?"

"Uh, ok." You turned back to Bucky and bid him a goodbye before leaving the line to let your dad take your place.

When you make it back to the picnic tables and your mom says, "Hey sweetie, weren’t you getting something to eat?"

"Dad is grabbing me a plate; he said you needed me."

"I didn’t tell him I needed you."

"But he said..."

Your father walks past you before turning and handing you a plate full of saucy ribs, and you give him a brief "uh, thank you."

Your mother questioned him immediately upon his return.

"Chuck, what did you tell her?"

"Nothing..it’s just.." he turns towards you this time, "you don’t need to be around that young man."

"What?" You asked as your face scrunched with visible confusion.

"Charles!"

"Now, I mean it. There’s somethin not right about him." Your father said this as he sat down next to your mother.

"He’s like new; you'd barely know him." Your dad’s overly protective behavior was often exasperating, and you weren’t afraid to voice as much.

"My gut tells me there’s something off."

"Are you sure it wasn’t that second helping of potato salad?" Your mother said as she side-eyed your father.

"Don’t joke like that." He spoke back to her.

"I wasn’t entirely joking, George. You sound a little ridiculous." She said

"He sounds overly protective." You piped up before scooping up a bite of food.

He gives you both a glare. "I’m just doing what a dad needs to do."

You’ll only ever meet Bucky a handful of times after the fireman’s festival. He was always sweet, yet every time he had a chance to talk to you, your dad would often intervene and direct you in a different direction. If you took a second to look back at the other man, you’d see his smile would be gone and his jaw slightly clenched.

The two of you would become better acquainted after one fateful night. You would be awoken by the insistent beeping of a single smoke detector in the hall by your bedroom. In a matter of seconds, the entire space had been filled with smoke, and you were left on your bed struggling to breathe. You couldn't see any more than a few inches in front of you, and it was a miracle you hadn’t suffocated in your sleep.

A thick gloved hand broke through the black clouds and reached towards you, slipping under your shoulders as another slid under your knees. The gleam of the glass protector that covered your Savior's face was all you saw as you were carried out of the blazing building.

The fresh air hit unerringly hard as you were rushed out your front door directly towards the flashing lights of an ambulance. Your body was rocking in time with your Savior’s steps as they deposited you onto a gurney.

Their mask, once clear, was blackened over by ash after they had to burst out of the flames that ate away your home. Yet, even through the soot, a pair of piercing blue eyes could still be seen. The paramedics crowded around as the tether between you disappeared among the sea of uniformed people.

Your own eyes rolled away as the ambulance blurred into a mix of black sky and sterile metal walls. You wouldn’t open them again until you reached the hospital, where they’d treat your burns and later put you under observation. The few you had were small and would leave only mild scars behind, and at the very least you were thankful to be alive.

Waking up on your second day in the hospital, you didn’t say or see much, only watching the hospital staff as they periodically checked your status. You’d hoped to see your family, but there hadn’t been any sign of them.

It was a pleasant surprise when a nurse arrived to tell you that you had a visitor. The image of your parents popped into your head, only to vanish as your guest walked in.

"Bucky?"

You would have never expected to see him, especially since you’d only managed to speak to him a few times thus far.

"Hi doll. How are you feeling?" He asked with a bright and inviting smile. He had a bouquet of fresh yellow and white flowers with a pink bow twisted around a ‘get well soon’ tag.

"I'm alright. What brings you here? I haven’t seen you since…" Your memory was so fuzzy from all that had happened, but you didn’t need to finish your sentence as Bucky cleared his throat and continued it for you.

"Since the fire, we were all so thankful that I was lucky enough to pull you out on time."

He set the flower on the table beside you as he took a seat by the bed. Just as your shocked and painful face twisted when the tears pushed their way out into the company of this stranger before you could catch them, "I-I can’t thank you all enough that I’m even here right now."

"Hey.." He snatched a tissue from one of the counters out of your reach to dab at your wet cheeks. "It’s all a part of the job."

You nod, trying to shake the pain that started to knot inside your belly from finally taking in the reality of what happened. "Thank you, Bucky."

Another smile pulled back over his previously grim expression, but this one was much sadder than the first. "I came by to make sure you were doing better."

"I am doing a little better. They said the burns were minor and that they might let me out in a day or two. It’s nice that the boys at the station care so much." You can feel the tears dribble out again, but you don’t want to cry right now, so you try to force them back in.

"I’m sure my dad is beside himself."

He let out a short cough before addressing the new issue: "Actually, he..he went in to save you too, and he didn’t make it out. I’m sorry, but..here" He pulls his phone from his pocket and searches up the article that had already graced the local news.

The first image you see is a picture of your burning home, the next is a smiling snapshot of your dad, who had been pronounced dead not long after the incident, per the article.

This was the absolute worst way to find out that your dad had perished in that fire, while trying to save you no less. It’s a solid cinder block to the chest, and you can feel it sucking every ounce of oxygen out of the room.

Bucky is there beside you, arms wrapping around you as you gasp and sputter into his shoulder.

He was the only thing you could burrow into at this moment, until the thought of your mother crossed through the cloud of grief.

"Oh my god, my mom. Can I use your phone to call her, please?" Your nails dug into his shirt as you begged.

He picked up his phone from your lap, only to put it back in his back pocket.

"No, please." You pleaded as you grabbed his sleeve to keep him from taking it.

"It’s going to be alright; we were able to recover this." He reaches into his coat this time and hands you a plain black phone. Once you tilt it up, a familiar flowery background flashes over the screen.

It was a sight for the sorest of eyes to see your cell phone, and it’s even pristine so you could use it right away. You thank him over and over for saving you a new life line since you hadn’t spoken to your family since before the incident.

You tap in your code and find your mother's contact immediately before addressing your only visitor.

"I’m sorry, I just..I need to call her. Can you give me a minute, Bucky?"

"Of course." He said as he pushed up from his chair before leaving the room to let you use the phone. You clicked the green call button as soon as he left, listening with a heavy heart only to have it drop into your stomach when the call rang out into a ‘beep, beep, beep’.

You hung up and tried again, only to get the same busy tone. You tried again and again, until you couldn’t bring yourself to click the call button another time.

The room felt disgustingly silent as you squeezed the phone in your hand and choked out some fresh tears. When Bucky knocked at the door to check on you again, you just let him come back in.

"Any luck?" He asked as he sat back down beside you.

You could only shake your head before letting it fall back onto his shoulder again. He was right by your side, ready to hold you.

"It rang busy." You mumbled into his shirt.

"I’m sure she just has a lot on her plate with all that’s happened. The next time she’ll pick up, ok?" He grabs you some more tissues to help dry your tears as you nod and try to give him a reassuring smile to show that it will be better.

He stayed and chatted with you until visitation time was over. He leaned in and kissed the side of your head on the way out, saying, "I’ll be back tomorrow; hopefully you can get ahold of your family."

"Thank you, Bucky."

"It’s no problem, Doll." And with that, he left again to see to his own life, making the room depressingly quiet.

You tried to dial up your mom again, as well as a few other people, only to get similar results. There was either a busy signal or a disconnected number, and each failure to connect with someone left you more and more disheartened.

There was only one number you were able to get a hold of, and it was just the insurance company regarding your house, or at least what’s left of it. You had good insurance, and they assured you that damages would be covered in full, but with the cycle of bureaucracy, you wouldn’t see that check for a while.

Bucky came back the next day with a takeaway lunch for the both of you. Anything was better than the hospital food, and it was nice to have his company as you tried to figure things out.

Even though the damage to your body was minimal, your house was beyond repair. You didn’t have very many resources and hadn’t been able to get in touch with family, so you weren’t sure where you would be staying upon being discharged.

Upon hearing about your plight, Bucky leapt at the opportunity. "You can stay with me, just until you get this all figured out."

"I can’t do that to you; you barely know me." He was still a stranger, and you couldn’t bring yourself to burden him like this.

"Everyone at the station knows YOU, and so many of us care a great deal about you," he says, taking your shaking hand in his and pressing warmth into your skin as fresh tears rolled down your cheeks.

"Your dad was a good man, and I’m not about to let his daughter end up on the streets after something like this."

You stared up into those soothing blue eyes, like a calming lagoon, as they pulled you into a comfortable place.

"I can’t thank you enough, Bucky." You push forward on the bed and pull him into a tight hug. He embraces you back, pressing his palm to the small of your back as he buries his nose into the side of your hair.

There wouldn’t be anything to grab from the house; there was no house anymore. No clothes, no important documents—all of it was gone, and you’d have to rebuild from almost nothing. Thankfully, Bucky wouldn’t be far away to help you stand strong through the whole ordeal. He’s the only one who had visited you in the hospital over the past few days.

You’d often remember that whenever you thought to dial up your mother's number again. You didn’t bother pressing that little green call button anymore, not wanting to relive the disappointment of the call ringing busy again.

Bucky came back the next morning with a change of clothes, so you didn’t have to leave in a hospital gown. The underwear were granny panties at best, and it was accompanied by a plain sports bra. He would have had to guess your size, but everything seemed to fit alright.

The t-shirt was a v-neck in pink, paired with black workout pants, white socks, and a pair of sneakers. It was jarring that you truly had to start over so far behind that a man you barely knew had to buy you clothes just so you could leave a hospital.

This man had to be a saint for going this far out of his way for you.

By the time you were ushered into his car, you were thankful for the radio as it kept the creeping silence at bay as he drove you away. You’d been through a lot, and a little bit of music went a long way as he took you through unfamiliar neighborhoods to his home.

When he pulled into his driveway, he turned towards your somber presence. "Are you alright? I know a lot has happened.."

You shake your head and mumble, "No, I don’t think I’ll be alright for a while, but I’m so thankful for your help. I really am."

"It’s fine, really. I just want you to be safe." He gave you a sad smile before he clicked the door open and rounded the car to let you out.

His home was nice, painted a warm beige on the outside and decorated with white, navy, and black on the inside. He walked ahead of you with a plastic grocery bag of new clothes to last you a few days. You shut the door behind you and followed him to his guest room, where you'd be staying. It was another beautiful white and navy layout, with a bit of gray thrown in.

"This is it. Please, if you need anything, let me know." His voice was sincere, but his eyes seemed sad as he spoke.

"This is more than I could have asked for, Bucky. Thank you." You wanted to crawl into those navy sheets and never come out, yet a part of you longed to curl into his warm and inviting arms just as you did when he came to visit you in the hospital.

He seemed to read it on your face as his next move was to pull you into a hug from your side, and you felt some of the tension in your shoulders collapse.

When his arms loosened, he told you he wanted to let you get some sleep, and he left you to settle into the room. You sat at the foot of the bed and just took in your new surroundings. Beside you was the bag of clothes and amenities Bucky had left you. There was some soap, similar plain clothes, and even some tampons. Of the few practical things, there was a plain black dress, black dress shoes, and some black stockings.

He’d bought you clothes fit for a funeral, and indeed, those were their intended purposes. Your heart started to sink all over again as you stared into the bag.

In a way, it was a small overstep, but it was incredibly helpful. There was no way you had enough strength to buy a dress for a funeral you didn’t even know was already planned, so you were thankful that it was taken care of. Right now, you only wanted to sleep, as Bucky had suggested. So, you undid the bedding, crawled into the comfort of the guest bed, and waited for a sad slumber to take you.

Your nap continued on into the night and became restless sleep. The black void was deep and heavily fogged by smoke and ash. You waved through it as a faint pair of blue lights seemed to lead you down an endless path.

The lights would often blink on and off as they disappeared further and further ahead of you, leaving you to choke on the clouds of smoke. There was no more air left to breathe, and your vision blurred as ash surrounded you.

You awoke, coughing and sputtering as the dark room came into view. The thumping of footsteps could be heard down the hall as they drew closer to your room until their source ran into your doorway. Bucky flicked the bedside lamp on before pulling you into his arms, petting your hair, and shushing away all the bad memories.

His embrace was warm and safe. It’s the only place to welcome you, and you don’t want it to leave you. So, he stayed beside you until you fell asleep again and didn’t leave until the morning came. He found you still sleeping on his arm, and he almost couldn’t let you go.

He knew you needed him now, and that's exactly how he wanted it to be. To be there, sleeping beside you and making the bad dreams go away, was more than he could have asked for. It was all going according to plan.

He made sure to take good care of you throughout the next day since you had been in the hospital. The news about your father’s upcoming funeral was difficult to hear from someone you still barely knew, but after finding the mourning clothes among your new and only possessions, it wasn’t a total shock. It would be in the next 5 days, and 5 days too soon, but Bucky was still there for you.

Your family hasn’t spoken to you since the accident, and each day that ticked by without any word from neither your family nor your friends made your heart sink lower and lower.

The day of the funeral finally came, and the only reason you were able to show up was due to Bucky’s invitation. You weren’t even invited to your own father's funeral, a stab that cut deeper and deeper each day as it drew closer.

You barely remember the drive there, too far into the pit of your own thoughts as the trees in the windows flew by. Yet Bucky was still there for you, one hand on the wheel and the other tightly wrapped around yours.

The event was somber and gut-wrenching as multiple people suddenly started to fawn over you after well over a week of no contact. Bucky helped fend many of them off and wave away their prying questions. If they wanted to know if you were okay, they could’ve visited you in the hospital.

Your mother didn’t even look at you during the entire service, keeping silent with an air of resentment.

You never wanted any of this to happen, and you certainly wouldn’t have ever wanted to lose your father in exchange for your own life. To know that your mother stood across the room at his funeral, blaming you for his death, was heartbreaking. You didn’t know how much you could take by the time it was your turn to view his casket.

Bucky was right by your side during the whole service, not giving a single person a chance to speak to you for anything more than a few pleasantries. That was until you left him to say a final goodbye to your father's casket by yourself. This gave an old family friend an opportunity to talk to you.

"Hey." An older man called your name and prompted you to turn towards him in the line. Dave was an old friend of your father's, and you and his daughters were practically raised together.

"How is everything?" He asked. It was weird seeing him in such a somber light. "Everything is being taken care of."

You simply nod, giving a weak “yes.”

"Getting back on your feet well enough, cause you know if you ever need anything, me and the missus wanna be there for ya."

"Thank you, but Bucky has been a big help since I left the hospital." You nodded in the younger man's direction as you spoke to Dave. He turned to see Bucky staring at the both of you with sharp eyes before clearing his throat and speaking again.

"I see. You know your mom has been worried sick; she’s been wondering why you haven’t called her."

The second he said that, your blood started to boil. The amount of heartache that woman gave you after dodging your calls made you sick to your stomach.

"Call her? I’ve been trying to call her since I was in the hospital. She hasn’t picked up the phone." You started to raise your voice a little, drawing unwanted attention to yourself. Just as you try to take a deep breath to calm down, Bucky crosses the room to place his warm hand on the small of your back and steady you.

"It’s gonna to be alright, doll." He turns and addresses the older man with, "Can you not hound her right now? She just lost her father."

Bucky was given a sour and untrusting look from the older man before he walked away. Bucky instead stayed by your side in the line, massaging circles into your shoulder with his thumb as he turned you back towards the casket so you could pay your final respects.

Service ended shortly after, and Bucky quickly corralled you towards the car and took you home after helping you into the vehicle.

You’d held your tears in as best as you could today, not wanting to give any of them the satisfaction of seeing you cry after they’d all abandoned you, but when the car pulled away and it was only Bucky and yourself, they started to spill out over your cheeks.

You never in your life thought your mother would treat you like this, and it made your stomach twist with growing guilt.

"Maybe it is my fault..that he’s gone."

Bucky was quick to stop you, wiping a tear from your cheek and giving you reassurance. "Don’t say that. None of this is your fault."

The car pulled to a stop at the shoulder of the road so he could better address your downward spiral.

"Never blame yourself for this! Everyone just needs time to cope, but none of us would have wanted you to die in that fire. Especially not your dad."

You felt as if you could throw yourself over the center console to bury your face in his chest like you had for the past week. He provided a dark and safe place, holding you tightly together when you started to break. But, your tears were soon halted by the abrupt feeling of his hand pressing against the top of your thigh.

It didn’t feel inappropriate at the time; it was only a little shocking and slightly heartwarming. In the moment, it felt as if he was anchoring you, yet you still held your breath as you felt his warm palm through the fabric of your stocking.

You wait a second or two before you place your hand over top of his whispering a sad "Thank you, Bucky."

He leans in to wipe a tear from your cheek with his thumb as he whispers back, "It's the least I could do. I want to be there for you, doll."

He leaned in so that his face was in line with yours, and he matched your gaze, pouring his blue eyes into you. You didn’t register the space between the two of you closing until the shock of lips pressing against yours shook you from your fear and pain. Your eyelids only dipped instead of closing all the way as he stole the air from your very lungs.

You’re somewhat startled and a little shaken, but after he pulled away with the sound of your lips slowly breaking apart, you didn’t stop him from stealing another and then another until you were lightheaded in his hands.

When he pulls away from you, your head is left to sway as you slump back into his seat. Another small tear pricks at the corner of your eye as you take in a sharp breath. The longer the ride, the more suffocating the car became, and oddly, the only tether you had that kept you from slipping into the flood of emotions was his hand still pressed to your thigh.

You had been vulnerable, and he took advantage of that, but at the time you found him too comforting to push his advances away.

The rest of the ride was quiet, and upon your return to his house, he let you scurry back to the guest room to bury yourself in the bed for a night of restless sleep. Smoke and fire plagued your dreams again that night. Bodiless hands reach towards you in the flames. Yet, they don’t save you; instead, they hold you down until the fire eats you.

You wake, screaming out into the dark room, to find actual hands trying to steady you in the bed. Bucky was there, trying to help wake you from your restless sleep.

"It’s ok! It’s ok. You're safe here." He started to carefully rock you back and forth once you stopped flailing your body. You curled into his hold, digging your nails into his soft T-shirt as you shakingly cried into his shoulder.

He laid you back into the bed, repeating the words "you’re safe here" as he pressed his lips to your damp forehead and weaved his fingers into your hair.

You nuzzled into his chest as you tried to catch your breath, and you could feel his arms tightening around your body.

He left a few lingering pecks from your hair to the top of your forehead, whispering, "I’ve got you, doll, just let me take care of you" as they migrated to your cheek. And it worked; it melted the tension in your body. That is, until his lips steal over to yours to lock them in another kiss. This time it was more of a shock than when it had happened in the car, and your eyes flew open as he weakly tried to push him off of you.

You had no strength left, both physically and emotionally. You end up letting him take advantage of you, making love to you in the night. His hands were the first to wander through your body, desperate for you to accept them.

His fingers pressed into the T-shirt you'd worn to bed in the absence of pajamas, pulling it upward to expose your silly skin to his hungry eyes and wanted hands.

Those same hands feel as if they are all over your body as that same reassuring voice grounds you.

"This is what you needed, doll." Let me help you. Let me put you back together." His sweet tone becomes low and rough as his teeth start to dig into your skin as he nips at your neck.

His fingers hooked onto the end of those plain cotton panties he’d bought you before dragging them over the side of your hip. You stop fighting, wanting instead to find that comforting part of him. So, as the uncomfortable cotton fabric is pulled from your hips, you lift them so he can easily drag them down your legs.

Soon all that covered you from him was pulled away, and he quickly followed suit before letting his fingers slip over your stomach and towards your pink folds to delve into your sensitive core.

He’s hard and hot as he presses his member to your thigh, guiding himself into your tight channel with a heavy, satisfied sigh. He’s gentle at first, caressing and softly kissing your skin as he drags his cock along your inner walls. But, soon his touch is heavier, digging into the soft fat of your thighs and grazing his teeth along your neck as he gradually pumped himself in and out of your open flower.

It’s enough to make your head ache and your vision fuzzy as he pulls you apart with his bare hands. His body had engulfed you, becoming the only thing you could breathe in for fear of suffocating without him.

You let yourself be engulfed by him, lulled by the deep blue of his eyes as you ran your fingers through his dark hair. You wanted the distraction; you wanted his warmth, but you didn’t know if you wanted this, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to stop him from pulling the pleasure from your body.

You turned your head to bury it in his bare shoulder as cock stirred your core into an unanticipated frenzy, pushing a wail from your chest that came out muffled against his skin. He wasn’t nearly done yet, and it seemed to go on for the rest of the night as he twisted and snapped a tightened spring within your belly until he spilled into you with a heavy sigh he breathed through tightly closed teeth.

You slept better that night than you had any other, and it would go on to become a nightly ritual for the remainder of your time spent at his home. Your waking days felt haunted, but you feared that without his presence, you’d wilt beneath the weight life had left on your shoulders.

Everything seemed to fade away in the wake of Bucky’s increasingly large presence in your life.

Your family was the first to go, as all contact between you had been severed by an unseen hand. The second would be your job, as after many days away and being unable to reach you, they were forced to let you go.

At some point, Bucky decided that a move for the both of you was what was best. You don’t recall exactly when your lives became so entangled, but you didn’t fight the change, as it felt right to start over with someone that you felt cared for you.

You have such little pushback against all of this. The brief stay at his home, once meant to help you get back on your feet, turned into a permanent residence in his bedroom. It was bizarre to have so slowly and yet so abruptly turned into someone's domestic partner, as if that would be your new identity.

This facade would eventually fall when you helped unpack after a lengthy drive all the way to New York, where Bucky had gotten his new job. You found a small box tucked away with his clothes. Upon opening it, you found items that didn’t seem to belong to him.

Inside the small shoebox were photos and mementos from your old home that you thought had perished in the fire. Pictures of your family and childhood, your birth certificate, social security card, and ID. All of which were tucked away in Bucky’s personal effects.

You nearly battled down the stairs as you ran through the house.

"What is this?" You could barely speak as each word caught in the back of your throat.

He looked at the box in your arms but didn’t answer, instead ignoring the question to place a bowl on one of the shelves.

"Answer me, Bucky!" You forced it out as loud as you could to echo off the walls and windows.

"I think you already know what all of that is."

"But..why do you have it? I thought.."

"Thought what? They burned up? No, I made sure to recover a few personal items before the fire started."

You choked on the air and listened to him unfold a terrible tale. He’d never spoken to you this harshly before, and it made the hair stand up on your arms.

"Before it started? Did you burn down my house?"

"I did what had to be done so we could get closer to one another."

"MY FATHER DIED IN THAT FIRE!"

"Now that was unintentional." Or was it?

"Why did you keep these if you didn’t want to get caught?"

He just shrugged before leaning against the kitchen counter before answering. "It just seemed like it would be something our children could have after we’re gone."

"Our children?" You nearly choked on the very words, your stomach twisting with disgust and fear. You almost felt as if you could wretch at his feet from the sickness building in your belly. It’s a slap in the face to really see how far he plans to go and what he did to get here.

"What is wrong with you?" You bit out at him.

"I think it’s time to go to bed; clearly you're tired." He grabs at your wrist only to have you yank it away and growl out, "Don’t touch me!"

His eyes narrowed, and his smile fell, giving him a more dangerous demeanor. "What now, then?"

"Where do you think you’re going to run?" His voice was barely a shout, but it still stung to hear it because he was right. You had no bridges left to run to, and the realization made everything spill right out.

“You don’t have anyone anymore.” His voice was soft and yet menacing, as if he spoke to you like a little mouse stuck in his maze.

He still reaches for you to wipe your tears away, saying "But, you have me, and only me." His voice will be dipped in this sickly, sweet poison that he’s been feeding you for so long. "That’s all you ever have."

The less you knew the better it was to accept this. You’d re-hide the box and leave it as a false memory at the back of your mind. You wouldn’t ask about it, nor would you ask about all the numbers in your phone being wrong after finally checking your contacts more thoroughly. It was all too late.

You couldn’t bear started over again.

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This took me so long to do with my job becoming increasingly busy, and losing half of it in the proofreading machine. I’m am so glad I got this out but I wish I could have finished sooner.

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Transformers Theory: If TFA Got Season 4 & 5, It Could Reveal That Ultra Magnus Is Megazarak (And Theory About Hatchlings...)

[Note: Mature Audience Only, cause at some point this will talk about how Hatchlings hatch from oval energon chrysalises....and a cybetronian version of “going into labor” which would be slightly different from human version...also one more thing...

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okay, there are some info on Season 4 of TFA, of what it could of been...

and well, there is the Fan-Made work of it on Youtube, which I think is awesome, and well there being more than one of them.

of course I’m still gonna view Ultra Magnus as being Megazarak, and thanks to Drift, who use to be a Decepticon but became a Autobot...

my theory about Ultra Magnus really being Megazarak, could prove to be correct. and he might not even be the real Ultra Prime.

Megatron had exiled Megazarak, the original leader of the Decepticons, first before Ultra Prime became Ultra Magnus.

also, it is still possible that besides Sari being Megatron’s daughter, and maybe it was caused by the Allspark...

Sari’s protoform is too small to be the same as the other protoforms, which makes the protoform that was Sari, a Hatchling.

Hatchlings, could be kept in a type of energon chrysalis, and once they are ready, they will hatch from their energon chrysalis.

Sari was born on Earth, in the lab that Megatron was being kept.

those who are in charge of a Hatchling Nursery, would probably have to form a energon chrysalis around the newborn protoforms that are born from mitosis.

it could also be possible that a Sire or Carer or Mentor, can have the choice to carry their new hatchling, which once again one of the versions of Scorponok had ended up making that go from Fanon to Canon...

a Carrier can be either a Mech or Femme or Nonbinary Cybertronian.

Cybertronians who are Junxies, could have one of them go through the mitosis, and the other could end up carrying their sparkmate’s protoform/hatchling that they had mitosis, and act as carrier until it is time for the hatchling to hatch from their energon chrysalis.

if TFA got a Season 5, then it would be in that season that it would be revealed that Ultra Magnus is not only a Imposter, and that he was Megazarak this whole time, but it would reveal that he is evil, and he had the real Ultra Prime locked up and placed in stasis, and when Ultra Prime is brought out of stasis, he will look around about the same age as Optimus Prime.

I mean come on, only a corrupted Mech who was kicked out of the Decepticons, would try get that Decepticon Registration Act and even the purpose of the Omega Project was to make a weapon of mass destruction on the Decepticons.....and who was harmed by Shockwave, has got to be secretly hiding something and secretly evil....even if not everyone has to agree about the theory.

but TFA Season 5, should reveal about the biggest plot twist that Ultra Magnus has been secretly evil this whole time, and he was kicked out of the Decepticons by a young mech Megatron.

it could be possible that Megatron, was no older than Bumblebee when he became the new leader of the Decepticons, and kicking out the former leader out, who was corrupted and would cross lines Megatron and the other Decepticons would not.

TF-G1 and TF-EarthSpark Optimus Prime, are both Himbo Primes.

oh yeah, and Transformers Prime version of Optimus Prime, he is also a Himbo Prime.....TFA Optimus might make some mistakes, but he isn’t a Himbo Prime like those three are......he is more of a precious cinnamon roll that needs to be protected, and if he has himbo moments, it be like the good kind of himbo.

oh, and TFA-Optimus, is like a helicopter dad, or like sire.

because of the time when he was listening in on Bulkhead, Bumblebee and Sari when they were trick or treating.....

we could also call him a helicopter carer, cybertronian version of a helicopter mom, but it might be correct to say that TFA-Optimus was being a helicopter sire. XD

it would be correct to call a Femme, a Carer, seeing as a Carrier can be either a Mech or Femme, and Scorponok had made it canon.

the names of the early plans of TFA Season 4, was this "Trial Of Megatron", "Mirror Mirror", "What a Tangled Web We Weave", "S.T.E.A.M.", "Land of the Mini-Cons", "Total Devastation", "Bumble Prime", "It Came From Cybertron", "How You Gonna Keep 'Em Down on the Energon Farm?", "Arachnus Prime", "Predacons Unite" and there is also the whole the "Trial of Megatron" from Part 1 to 3, and there being the other versions that still keep some of the same names as the original plans for TFA Season 4 "Turf War", "This Is Why I Hate Organics", "Mirror, Mirror", "Gremlins in Gears", "What a Tangled Web We Weave", "S.T.E.A.M.", "It Came From Planet Cybertron", "Triple Threat", "Allspark-alypse Now!", "Process of Elimination", "Megatron Must Be Destroyed!" which that last one, is suppose to be two parts....

though if anyone should be destroyed, it isn’t Megatron....

it’s Megzarak who goes by “Ultra Magnus”, he ain’t fooling some fans, we know who he is now, Frag The Autobot Elite Guard! XD

TFA Season 5, could reveal that the Autobots were always in the Gray, and how they treated the Decepticons was wrong, and they should of piece to together before, that Ultra Magnus was corrupted, and that he wasn’t really the original Ultra Prime, and he was Megazarak who was the former leader of the Decepticons this whole time.

it could be possible that Unicron could play a big part in TFA Season 5, like it turning out it being a bit like Transformers Prime.

like he is inside of the Earth, which of course was thanks to a Space Bridge.

Ratchet from TFP, might be wrong on how Unicron and Earth became one, and it might be possible it was caused by the Thirteen Primes using a Space Bridge, when they took Primus/Unicron’s good half and placing it into the planet of Cybertron, when those Thirteen Primes had betrayed Primus/Unicron, possibly thanks to listening to Quintessa.

it was possibly the Feminine energy of Earth in TFP, that kept Unicron asleep for so long until certain events that started to happen that will let him start to wake up. if it were possible, maybe it wouldn’t really be Unicron in the Earth, but a Femme Goddess, that needs to be 100% canon.

some info did say that Primus and Unicron had a long lost sibling, who was named Atlas, who needs to go from Semi-Canon to fully canon.

in a Steven Universe x Transformers Crossover, if both Gem, Human and Cybertronian were in a type of Ark ship and watch Atlas having to once again, slap the stupid out of Primus...

Amethyst could cheer by yelling “yeah, kick his butt, Dad!”

which those who were in the same room as her, both Autobot, Decepticon, Human and Gem could all turn to look at her and be like confused as to why she called Atlas, the younger sibling of Primus and Unicron, “Dad”....

but then they remember how some of the Gems made were “born” on Earth, and they would technically be the daughters of Atlas, so yeah....

the info about the Transformers Vs G.I. Joe comic, that Atlas appears in.

was that Primus was going to consume the Earth’s Sun, but was stop thanks to Atlas who had sucker-punched Primus.

in a Crossover between Transformers and Steven Universe, the Diamond Authority wouldn’t of known that Earth was Atlas, and that by making new Gems on the planet, they would also end up causing Atlas to technically the Father of all those new Gems.

if there can be Atlas, then there can also be a Femme Goddess who could team up with Atlas and fuse together and kick both Primus and Unicron’s butts.

it could be possible that both Gems and Humans, do actually have Sparks.

the Sparks of Humans, might look like how Cybertronian own Sparks but like what is seen in Beast Machines, they come in different colors.

like if I had a Spark, my Spark would be a Violet Color.

it is possible that in Transformers Prime, it was never Unicron in the Earth, but it was Atlas, and he was just infected by his elder brother’s dark energon, because some Cybertronian just had to bring it on to the planet and cause Unicron to influence his and Primus’s baby brother.

if TFA had a Season 5, it could be revealed that Atlas is the Earth.

if it turn out that Primus, Unicron and Atlas had a Mom who had mitosis those three, she would possibly be a few inch taller than those three and be able to transform into a planet as well, that would be a interesting thing to see, well I think it would be interesting.

it be interesting if it turns out, there is a thing that Unicron does fear...

and that would be the wrath of his, Primus and Atlas’s Mother.

her optics could be a green color, and she could give off this whole maternal energy about her, and it could turn out she has been in hibernation.

even if it might not really be possible for there to be a TFA Season 5 in the canon, but if there was, then it would end up having the Autobots and Decepticons working together with the humans, to fight Ultra Magnus who is really the former Decepticon leader, Megazarak.

Omega Supreme is like the Cluster from Steven Universe, just like how Tigerhawk from Beast Wars is like Garnet.

cause Tigerhawk is a relationship, and I had realized that he was the first romantic fusion before Garnet and Steven Universe series.

of course the bodies of Tigatron and Airazor were forced to fuse together by the Vok, but when the two found their way back to their now fused bodies, they had chose to fuse their sparks together and then enter their fused body that was now Tigerhawk.....so yeah, Tigerhawk is a romantic fusion and is a relationship.

Tigerhawk isn’t two people, and he isn’t one person, he is a experience.

when Autobots or Decepticons, end up combining, they are forming a type of fusion, and some can be platonic and just for fighting other Cybertronians.

but for some like Tigerhawk, it can be romantic reasons and those who choose that path, can choose to stay in their combined forms if they so wish.

and just like how Peridot is, but got use to Garnet and understanding that Garnet is like her OTP from Pinning Hearts...

there could be some Cybertronians, both Autobot, Decepticon, Predacon, Maximal or even Neutral...

that don’t feel comfortable about combining, and refuse to do it.

Peridot is Aroace, and for Gems, being Aroace can be slightly different from how it is for Humans, and Peridot isn’t really interested in fusing and she has expressed discomfort of it, but did want to try to fuse with Garnet but changed her mind because she didn’t feel comfortable about it.

and Garnet was happy and proud of Peridot, and she even had to explain to Peridot why she is fused all the time.

if there can be Nonbinary Cybertronians, then there can be Aroace Cybetronians.

the Autobots can’t truly be seen as 100% the good guys, and they are in the Gray in a few different timelines.

plus with how some Autobots are in TFP are, like willing to offline Vehicons...

and how Ratchet is only seeing like half the picture and not getting that Megatron wasn’t always a Monster....it isn’t surprising that he is a clueless mech, who doesn’t get that Megatron and the other Cybertronians have a right to be mad at the corrupted leaders, and Orion Pax/Optimus Prime was probably too clueless to even understand at the time on how corrupted things were, even if it was Alpha Trion who got him picked to become a Prime...

well, it isn’t just the Decepticons who are responsible for what happen to Cybertron....and some Eon-Boomer Autobots need their afterburners kicked.

Arcee from TFP, mentioning either a oil shower or energon shower, could point out she might of came from a the high ranked caste system.

so of course she might of been a spoiled brat before the whole war on Cybertron. even if not everyone who is high ranked and rich on Cybertron are spoiled brats, but for all we know, Arcee could of been one of them.

there can be like how some can be spoiled, not be as bad or toxic as some, but those who are, might try not to be because they still have good hearts or sparks.

even if the Autobot Eon-Boomers might act like they are innocent, but they aren’t really innocent and they didn’t truly help try to change things for the better and stop the corruption that was going on, they didn’t do jack slag until Megatron made himself known and pointed out how bad it was...

and it would be TFA-Megatron in possibly being brought back to life in a Season 5, that would have to point out Cybertron is corrupted thanks to the Autobots who are in charge of it, and them letting Megazarak be their “Ultra Magnus” had only made it much worse over the cycles.

a TFA Season 5, would be interesting and it could have some plot twists, like the whole Ultra Magnus turning out to be Megazarak, and he had replaced the real Ultra Prime, and has the real Ultra Prime in stasis, and Megazarak had reformatted himself by having his original body be infused with clone CNA of Ultra Prime, and becoming a Ultra Prime Clone.

if there could be the old plans for TFA Season 4, then there can be the idea about TFA Season 5.

and it could have other stuff in TFA Season 5, besides revealing the plot twist that Ultra Magnus is really Megazarak.

it could reveal that there is a Hatchling Nursery, that has other baby protoforms like how Sari looked when she first appeared in Professor Isaac Sumdac’s lab.

Megatron is still way overdue for that Hatchling Shower, Shockwave or Lugnut or maybe even Blitzwing, should throw Megatron that Hatchling Shower.

Hatchling Showers could work differently for Cybertronians, there could be two type of Hatchling Showers, like the first would be when the Carer or Sire ends up going through the mitosis, and the second Hatchling Shower that is held, when the Hatchling is ready to hatch from their oval energon chrysalis that is being carried by their Carer or Sire or Future Mentor.

the oval energon chrysalis, is placed in the chest of the Cybertronian, which might be a bit close to their spark.

the hatchling will stay in the oval energon chrysalis that will be in the chest of their Carrier, either it be a Carer or Sire or Mentor...

then there will be signs that the Hatchling is fully ready to come out of their oval chrysalis, like one of the signs would be them getting a bit bigger, the other sign be is that them trying to break out of their oval energon chrysalis, and the oval energon chrysalis starting to break and leak out some of the energon that was inside of it that was meant to feed and keep the hatchling alive.

when it starts to break a little, or just have some cracks and the leaking of energon starts to happen, that is when the Carer or Sire or Mentor to be, has to go to a Medic, to help with the Hatchling own Hatching out form their oval energon chrysalis that is housed in the Sire/Carer/Mentor’s chest.

what happens can be a type of Cybertronian version of going into labor, where they will possibly feel pain and electric feeling throughout their chest and even their spark, this process ends up happening when the oval energon chrysalis starts to crack and slowly break as it leaks some energon out and showing that the hatchling is ready to come out.

the hatchlings in the live-action movie series, are meant to stay in those energon filled “eggs” until they are ready to come out, and if they are broken out of them too soon, they will be in danger of dying...

if they had such a thing happen in TFA Season 5, it could only be shown in Adult Swim, just like how Samurai Jack’s new season could only be shown in Adult Swim cause it was mature.

it be funny if when a Autobot or Decepticon, is getting ready to have the Hatchling hatch from the oval energon chrysalis, it can end up causing some other Autobots or Decepticons, to start to panic or even faint.

picture Blitzwing yelling out “get the hot water!”

which might confuse some Autobots and Decepticons, who have no idea why the Sire-To-Be or Carer-To-Be or Mentor-To-Be, would need hot water when the hatchling is trying to break the oval energon chrysalis and hatch out of it.

it be funny if Starscream, being brought back once again by a allspark fragment, ends up screaming like a little girl (reference Bulkhead from Transformers Prime.) because he ends up learning that a Autobot they had taken captive, is going to have a hatchling and the process of the oval energon chrysalis starting to break and leak energon, has already started.

like picture Starscream, running around in a panic and screaming that he knows nothing about hatching hatchlings, and he wants his Carer. XD

it would probably have to be Blitzwing or Shockwave, well most likely Shockwave...who would have to grab Starscream and slap him and telling him to get a hold of himself, and Mech Up.

even if such a idea about how Hatchlings could be ready to hatch when they are inside a oval energon chrysalis that is in their Sire/Carer/Mentor’s Chest, is like a fan idea, but it would be interesting if it became used in the mature movie versions of Transformers.

I guess it could be normal that some might be grossed out by how the whole oval energon chrysalis works and how if it starts to crack and leak energon out, it means the hatchling is ready to hatch out of it.

this was originally going to talk about the thoughts of TFA Season 4 & Season 5, but then the whole Hatchling Theory and the Oval Energon Chrysalis started to pop into my head, and how it could work, and yeah...and just in case, this will have the mature audience only tags, as well as the going into labor tag....

which of course will have to do with how Cybertronian labor works, and how it will be painful on the Cybertronian’s chest, spark and send painful electric throughout not just their chest, but perhaps throughout their whole body.

in theory, this could be viewed as one of the different ways a Hatchling can be born, even if they start out being mitosis from their parent, but have to be placed into a oval energon chrysalis that would be placed into one of their Sire/Carer/Mentor’s Chest, and they have to stay in that energon egg until they are ready to come out, and if it breaks too soon, it could place the hatchling in danger of going offline and their spark being extinguished.

TFA-Megatron probably had another reason to take over the Decepticons, and kick out the corrupted leader that is Megazarak/Ultra Magnus out and send him into exile....

and it might have to do with Hatchlings, protecting the future of Cybertron, and the other reason why TFA-Megatron needed the Allspark was to help the Hatchling Protoforms that were in a type of Hatchling Nursery.

and of course the Autobots being under the command of the corrupted leader Megazarak/Ultra Magnus, ended up sending the Allspark Mother off Cybertron...

it is possible that if Isaac hadn’t found Sari’s protoform/hatchling self in that lab on time, and without being place into a oval energon chrysalis, Sari’s hatchling self would of been offline and would of possibly turned into a liquid metal puddle, which in theory could happen to hatchlings if they aren’t placed into a oval energon chrysalis after they are mitosis from their Cybertronian Sire or Carer or Mentor.

so in theory, Isaac had saved his own daughter’s life and spark.

maybe in TFA Season 5, Megatron (who is brought back to life) and Optimus, would have to tag-team and fight Megazarak and even combine into a fusion of themselves that could be called “Megamus” this could help them become stronger and faster when fighting Megazarak.

Ultra Magnus/Megazarak fighting Megamus, could be interesting...

not everyone has to agree about theory that TFA-Ultra Magnus isn’t who he appears to be, and him having replace the real Ultra Prime before the real Ultra Prime could become a Magnus, and the Imposter that is known as “Ultra Magnus” is really Megazarak....

cause the whole forming the Omega Project and even the whole Decepticon Registration Act (which if it is like the other one from another Transformers Timeline, it would of likely brainwashed the Decepticons into becoming docile.), ya can’t not end up questioning if Ultra Magnus is secretly evil and him also being secretly Megazarak who was the former Decepticon leader who was exiled by Megatron, and probably for a very good reason.

we could come up with different Transformers theories, even from TFA, and only some of them might turn out to be correct and canon, while some will just stay in the fanon zone.

the first episode of TFA Season 5, it could reveal that not only Ultra Magnus is secretly evil and is Megazarak, but also that Unicron has secret agents on both the Autobot and Decepticon sides...that could be sleeper agents.

and it will take both the Autobots and Decepticons, to fight the agents that work for Unicron, and even right the wrongs that was caused by Ultra Magnus/Megazarak, and if Megatron and Optimus did fuse into Megamus, maybe Sari could use her allspark powers to help them synchronize perfectly with both their minds and sparks, so they can become Megamus and fight Megazarak.

Megamus fusion must become canon, EarthSpark-Optimus & Megatron, become Megamus so the ship can be canon. XD

if TFA Season 5 had one of their episodes being called “Megamus Prime” then it would have to do with Optimus and Megatron having fused and combined into Megamus Prime.

which in theory, Megamus Prime would be both deadly and charming.

Megamus Prime needed to be formed, to fight Megazarak and put a stop to him for good, and not just exile him, as that was perhaps one of Megatron’s mistakes as one of his first act of leader, and he should of just locked Megazarak away where he could do no harm to any Cybertronian.

anyway, hope some like the fan idea about a TFA Season 5, and how in the Season 5, it would have Optimus and Megatron combine and fuse into Megamus Prime.

Megamus Prime should become a real thing, and become canon. XD

#transformers theory #transformers animated #ultra magnus #secretly evil #megazarak #autobots #decepticons #going into labor #energon #hatchling #mature audiences only #not for kids #do not reblog without permission

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I was tagged by @winterfloral and @snug-gyu

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Me outside vs me at home:

Always wearing blue but I gotta be comfy

Tagging: @lixence @babebatter @thnx4thefish @juiceofmoons @ggthydrangea 💕 no pressure as always

#secretly evil #i love making these #tag games #picrew #picrew game #about me #:)

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auncyen · 1 year

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pulled an Agnès again today, went someplace new and while backtracking, got myself confused and lost and then found out via google maps I was actually quite close to familiar territory

#google maps is my tiz #...a very inferior tiz #on second thought. it's more like google maps is my airy #will help with directions #secretly evil

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pinkmasquerade · 2 years

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I think that Gabriel from Mandela catalogue would be a pretty strong contender for a Tumblr sexyman if he had more exposure

#mandela catalogue #mandela county #analog horror #I'll say if right here #smash #secretly evil #skinny white man #maskoriginals

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wordfather · 1 year

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its okay dude im not becoming evil muhaha. sorry i mean haha. dont know what happened there muhaha. sorry i mean

#guy secretly becoming evil but is very bad at hiding it #guy idea #evil

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moglitter-saurus · 1 year

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She cannot be trusted

#my cat #tuxedo cat #secretly evil

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lilac-whump · 2 years

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I have never worked so hard to manipulate people before and it is going SHOCKINGLY well

#dnd #dnd shenanigans #secretly evil #how has nobody seen through my lies #comitted a murder in game last week and tricked everyone into thinking my victom ran away #except the victim he obviously knows cuz he has to make a new character #manipulation is stressful help

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theghooligan · 1 month

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aemond: my uncle is a challenge i welcome, if he dares face me—

daemon:

#house of the dragon #look i love show aemond #but i am team black (DUH)#but that was fucking laughable 😂😂#he really thinks he’s hard as shit huh #*insert we gonna step outside step outside for what we gonna fight meme*#daemon really said ‘im about to beat this bitch UP’#daemon plotting evilly in the corner doing the pyramid of evil contemplation with his hands #meanwhile aemond is secretly fangirling over his uncle 😍#hotd #hotd meme #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #daemon targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #aemond x reader #daemon x rhaenyra #aegon ii x reader

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fandomeldersintheirthirties · 2 months

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Antis care about children so much they made generation of children, teens and young adults paranoid about moral purity over cartoons. Because that's healthy and good for them! :)

#/sarcasm #antis stop telling people they're evil for liking a cartoon challenge #in a world full of shit one more thing you need to worry about if that you're not secretly a predator in making for liking st/ven univ/rse #proship

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cuterefaction · 6 months

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#Trektober Day 26, "Academy Era". If they don't someday go back for the salamander babies and force Janeway to deal with the stress of their college years, I will be deeply saddened.

#star trek #trek #trektober #trektober2023 #voyager #ganeway #threshold #I don't know if they ever had names so I dub them Seven Kes and Harry #She's going to get a call in a week telling her that little Kes got in a fistfight with an Andorian during orientation #that little Seven jumped off a building and broke her tail trying to drunkenly impress an upperclassman #and that little Harry is a model student. He's secretly the most evil.#she's still a very proud mum anyway

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 1 year

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FNAF Theory: Henry Emily Might Be Secretly Evil

we know that some views on Henry Emily, is that he is a broken man who lost his daughter to his old business partner William Afton...

but the reasons why he lost his daughter in the first place, could be connected to something terrible that Henry has done himself, which could of led up to William or rather his body being taking over by Crying-Child and causing all those children to go missing.

it��s possible that William might of not of always been a monster, but only became that way because of the dark remnant from his youngest son.

the light remnant from the Crying-Child and possibly the soul, would be using the Puppet as a vessel, even if the Puppet aka Marionette can be viewed as having free will and personality of their own and might try to help the Crying-Child...

some fans have viewed that it was Charlotte Emily who was using the Puppet as a vessel, but it might not be true at all.

just like how the girl we see being one of Circus-Baby’s victims, might not be Elizabeth....and Elizabeth Afton might really be that little girl with the same hair style as Circus-Baby that we see in the Mini-Game that has Crying-Child first making a appearance in.

and the girl who we thought was Elizabeth Afton, might just be a younger version of Vanessa or maybe like Vanessa’s twin sister.

Lefty might only have half of Charlotte Emily’s remnant and soul inside them,

while the other half of the remnant and soul, could be in a animatronic that looks human, like the version of Charlie from the FNAF books.

it could turn out that the Foxybro of the Crying-Child, might not be named Michael Afton, but it could turn out that Michael Afton was the one wearing a Freddy Mask.

if it did turn out that theory is true, I like the idea of Foxybro’s name being Nicholas...

there could turn out to be two Michaels, one being the son of William Afton and the Other being the song of Henry Emily...

and the Michael who was speaking to his Father, might of been Michael Emily,

and when he mentions putting someone back together, he could of been referring to Charlie Emily, the human/animatronic version of the late Charlotte Emily.

it could be possible that Henry Emily might of been the cause of the accident that involved the Crying-Child and Fredbear, like the springlock animatronic’s mouths were never meant to open up wide enough for a head or hand to go through.

and it could of been Henry’s job to make sure the jaws of both Spring-Bonnie and Fredbear were not loose in anyway and wont accidentally causing the mouths to open up wide enough.

William Afton might of been in another room when the accident happen,

and those who were there, could of been the future victims of William Afton who would end up being taken over by the his son or like his dark remnant while the other half of his son’s remnant ends up going into the Puppet.

this would mean there are two halves of Crying-Child, the good half and the bad half.

at some point the bad half leaves William Afton, but even if William does get better from the corruption that was caused by his youngest son...

there will be the more twisted clone version of himself when he was still very corrupted.....and it would be in the form of Glitchtrap.

another theory could be that, Henry Emily might be the True Purple-Guy, or possibly a Magenta-Guy who was mistaken for being the Purple-Guy.

for all we know the one who ended up trying to hide in that Spring-Bonnie Suit, might of been Henry Emily.

there are versions of Henry Emily, where he is a good man who misses his daughter....but there could be a version of him that while missing his daughter, could have a monster side to him and he has been framing William Afton this whole time.

besides the theory that Crying-Child’s takes control of William Afton in order to get back at the children that didn’t bother to help stop his brother and his brother’s friends from forcing them to get closer to Fredbear.

Henry’s choice on how to solve a problem, could be question...

as well as his words about his daughter lifting others into her arms and how she was a protector.....

for all we know, who he was talking to might of been Lefty who he viewed as being his daughter, which could be right if some half of her had ended up becoming a part of Lefty.

Henry might try to play off as a hero and try to make it seem like he is trying to help those lost souls for selfless reasons...

but his actions could cause what is left over, to turn into something far more dangerous.

The Blob, could turn out to be a accidental creation of Henry Emily,

who was desperate to get rid of any evidence that would possibly prove that he was the one who caused those children to go missing, NOT William Afton.

the Crying-Child might of not been involved in causing the children to go missing, but could of still help give them new life by having Freddy, Chica, Bonnie and Foxy act as their vessels.

Henry could of been the one to corrupt William, NOT the Crying-Child.

Henry is a genius at making robots, animatronics and A.I. possibly...

so to cover his tracks and hide the truth that he was the one dressed up as Spring-Bonnie this whole time and causing the children to go missing...

he possibly brainwashed William and made copies of his memories from the incidents and placed them into William’s mind.

but for all we know, William becoming the way he is, might of been a Father’s mind and heart falling into madness after his child was harmed by the creation of his close friend and business partner.

Henry Emily, might have some dark secrets and he could be revealed to be just as bad as William Afton if not far worse and with a darker personality.

not everyone has to agree about the theory that Henry might not be as good as he sounds or appears...

we know that there will be a hidden villain that will at first appear like a good guy but would later be revealed to be a very bad person.

Henry Emily could be one of those types, seeming to be good at first but then it is shown he is really a bad person.

the reason why William became they way he is, could of been caused by Henry Emily who didn’t bother to make sure the mouths and jaws of both Spring-Bonnie and Fredbear were safe and couldn’t harm anyone.

even if William has done some terrible things in this life, it all could be connected back to Henry Emily.

even if it might be possible a connection cannot be found that might prove that Henry Emily is the source of everything bad that has happen...

but he still might not be as innocent as he appears, his AU counterparts might be, but that might not be the same for the main canon timeline version of him.

we know that in some Fanon Timelines, William Afton either stays Evil or he reforms and becomes Good.

there could be versions of Henry, who are secretly evil or fully good.

but unless this theory is proven to incorrect and non-canon.....

I’m going to hold on to the fan theory that has to do with Henry Emily secretly being evil and has been the source of William Afton’s terrible actions this whole time.

I don’t have much else to say about this theory, maybe next time I can talk more about why I believe Henry Emily could possibly be secretly evil.

maybe it will turn out he isn’t secretly evil at all, but until there is some form of canon proof to it, the theory about him being secretly evil will still be my fan headcanon...

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