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anomander-dragnipurake · 4 years

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Haunted Castle Chapter Two: The Castle

Happy first day of Halloween!

First off, I have not actually finished this fic yet, which is not normally how I roll when uploading fics. But I want to release it over the course of Halloween month, putting the final chapter up on Halloween itself, so it should be fine. Second, I gloss over parts of this fic, not doing any real fight scenes; it plays out the way it would it would in game so it's not really necessary to write out. I also tried to come up with at least one cool boss ghost idea in a future chapter because the boss ghosts are always really cool in the games, but I couldn't really come up with one so unless something changes that's not happening either. I have a neat idea for a finale that would make up for it though I think but again I haven't written it yet so I don't know how it's going to turn out. So wish me luck on that as well as on just finishing this fic before the end of Halloween in general. :)

“You with Bowser Jr.?” was E. Gadd’s greeting as soon he answered Luigi’s call.

“Yes,” Luigi said with a sigh as he shifted to try to make himself more comfortable. Sitting with the Poltergust on his lap – Polterpup sat atop it, tongue hanging out as he enjoyed the air rushing by – and crammed in next to a small but spikey child made it a vain effort. The clown car was far too small but… sitting was still better than standing when it was so high in the air.

“Good! I knew he’d be able to convince you help him. I’m on my way to Bowser’s castle myself. Since you’re flying, or at least I assume you’re taking Junior’s clown car since it’s faster, you’ll probably arrive before me so try not to clear everything up before I arrive, okay?” He chuckled, not at all bothered by this situation.

“Look, we need to talk about your efforts to contain King Boo. I can’t keep recapturing him for you.” Luigi had had enough of that by now especially since the more times it happened the higher the chance King Boo find a way to win.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, he got out again. It wasn’t my fault this time though, some of his boos broke him out when I wasn’t paying attention.” Did it not occur to him that he should’ve expected something like that and been prepared to prevent it? If it was possible to keep boos locked up then surely it was possible to keep them out as well, right? “It’ll be fine though, I’m sure you can handle him. What do you think his plan is though? He went straight for Bowser’s castle this time, thoroughly took over the place too according to Junior. There’s no way he’s forgotten about us though, I’m sure his got more up his sleeve than this. But what?” He sounded almost excited to find out.

Luigi hadn’t needed the reminder that King Boo would be coming for him sooner or later. “After I capture him this time you better keep him contained.” He forced anger into his voice in an attempt to hide his fear. After this he was done with hunting ghosts for forever. … That’s what he’d told himself last time though and well, here he was on his way to do just that. He meant it this time though, he’d had enough and he was putting his foot down.

“Don’t worry sonny, this time he won’t get out for sure.” He sounded so sure but he always did so it didn’t inspire much confidence. “But anyway, I got to drive, see you up at Bowser’s castle in a few hours.” He hung up.

With another sigh, Luigi hung up too. He was tempted to pull himself up to peek over the edge to get a lay of the land and maybe an idea of where they were and how far they were from their destination. But even thinking about it gave him a slight sense of vertigo so he stayed down.

“You know for a professional ghost hunter you seem awfully scared of everything,” Bowser Jr. said, looking at him with a slight frown.

Luigi could only shrug. “Ghosts are scary.” And while heights weren’t a particular fear of his, being this high up in something that felt so unstable was thoroughly unpleasant.

“Hmm… I guess I can’t argue with that. Still though, I don’t see how you managed to beat up King Boo and all his lackies three whole times. With the way you’ve been acting, I’d have thought you would’ve chickened out.”

Luigi shrugged again. “Had to save my bro.”

That earned a concerned look. What exactly Bowser Jr. was concerned about was unclear though and he didn’t say anything about it, turning his attention back to his flying instead.

Hidden low in the clown car, Luigi wasn’t aware of how close they were until Bowser Jr. suddenly started lowering it. “I want to approach lower to the ground to so we don’t get spotted,” he said by way of explanation as Luigi sat up to peek over the edge.

They were indeed in Bowser’s Kingdom now, the familiar shape of Bowser’s castle still a decent distance away but plainly visible from so high up. It wasn’t quite as visible as it should’ve been though because it was dark, not a light to be seen anywhere on it. Luigi had only seen it a few times but every single time he had, there’d been lights in all the windows and fires in signal towers that made up part of the protective wall surrounding it. That at least confirmed Bowser Jr. was telling the truth about what happened. Not that there’d been much doubt, Bowser wouldn’t want to lay a trap for Luigi, especially since he was one of many people who didn’t even remember Luigi’s name most of the time.

It wasn’t much longer before they landed. Polterpup jumped out first with an excited bark. Bowser Jr. climbed out with the ease of someone who’d done so a million times before. Leaving Luigi to stiffly and awkwardly stand up before climbing out with exaggerated care lest he stumble and fall.

As soon as his feet were on the ground, Polterpup barked and did a quick run around his legs, almost making him fall over anyway, before dashing off too fast to see where he was headed. There was no easy way to call him back so hopefully he wouldn’t give away their presence by being seen or caught by a boo. Instead, Luigi hefted the Poltergust onto his back, pressing the button on the flashlight that decanted Gooigi as soon as it was in his hand.

Then, stepping away from the clown car on only slightly shaky legs, he glanced around at their surroundings. Bowser Jr. had parked them at the rear of the castle, within its border walls. It was a large open space that seemed to mostly training yard with a landing pad off to the side where they were. Bowser’s Castle loomed over them and… already Luigi could sense it was crawling with ghosts. It might’ve just been his imagination but after taking care of three whole full-scale hauntings he was pretty sure he had a feel for these things by now. And with that in mind he very much did not want to go in.

But alas, he was already here and Bowser Jr. was already headed for the small door leading into the castle and Gooigi was already following him and Polterpup had already run off to explore. And none of that left Luigi with any choice whatsoever on top everything that had convinced him to come in the first place. So holding back a groan of fear, he jogged to catch up with Bowser Jr. and Gooigi.

“I finally figured out what Gooigi reminds me of,” Bowser Jr. said as soon as he did so. “They look kind of like my old Shadow Mario disguise except shaped like you and green.”

“Um… okay.” Luigi had heard something about that from Mario, not much though because Mario’s main focus was telling him that Bowser had a son who thought Peach was his mother. Whether or not Bowser Jr. still believed that was unknown and now probably wasn’t the time to ask. Luigi was too busy already being afraid even before seeing a single ghost.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” Bowser Jr. asked as they reached the door and stopped so he could pull out a key for it.

Luigi shrugged. “I’ve done it before.” What was one more time really?

“Well, E. Gadd said you’re the best and he’s an expert so I trust him and it’s not like I have any other options so… I guess let’s go. Don’t mess this up though or you’ll regret it.” Pocketing the key once more, he opened the door. “You go in first, I’ll follow behind.”

Gooigi of course went in without hesitation. Luigi would’ve followed but… “You should wait out here or fly up in the car until E. Gadd arrives and then wait in his lab with him.”

“Uh… no. I’m not a coward who’s going to just sit out here and wait for you to do everything. And don’t go calling me one because I ran away. I only did that because I couldn’t win by myself so I went to get help. It’s smart, not cowardly, okay?” Hands balled into fists he glared up at Luigi as if daring him to call him a coward. Luigi would be a hypocrite to accuse him of such when he was the one who was a coward. Running away had been the right move and as far as Luigi was concerned Bowser Jr. wasn’t a coward for doing so but he was a kid so…

“It’s dangerous.” Which was a large part of why Luigi had come was because he couldn’t in good conscious let a kid run around in a castle full of ghosts. “You wouldn’t be a coward for staying…”

“I know it’s dangerous,” Bowser Jr. interrupted. “And I don’t care. I can take care of myself and I can help you guys because I know the castle layout and all of its secret passages.”

“But…”

“Also, it’s my dad and my siblings and my people that King Boo turned into portraits, I have to help them. So I’m going with you whether you like it or not. Now get your butt in there and start hunting ghosts.” He stamped his foot on the ground and pointed into the open doorway.

Luigi couldn’t exactly argue with that so… in he went. And Bowser Jr. followed, pulling the door closed with him.

“All good?” Gooigi asked. They’d been waiting right by the door.

No, but Luigi said, “I guess,” anyway. “Let’s get this over with fast, okay?”

They gave him a thumbs up before snapping around to face the rest of the room. It was a dark hallway, pitch black outside of the range or their flashlights. And there was definitely at least one ghost nearby somewhere, hiding and probably waiting to jump out and scare the three of them. …

Could Luigi really do this? He didn’t have his brother needing to be saved to motivate him this time so could he really force himself through this again? … Yes! Yes, he could! It was the fourth time so he wasn’t going to be afraid this time.

Squaring up his shoulders, he took a deep breath and strode forward, taking the lead. He could handle this, he’d done it before, it was fine. He’d defeat King Boo again and then…

A ghost burst out of the wall to his left, getting right up in his face, to stick out its tongue and blow a raspberry at him. He jumped back with a scream, quickly backpedaling away as he dropped his flashlight.

Gooigi, unphased as always, flashed it, stunning it, giving Luigi time to recover as they started vacuuming it. Its struggles came to a swift end when as soon as they had a good grip on it, Gooigi slammed it to ground. A few more slams and the fight, if it could even be called that, was over. A very tame ghost encounter over all but… Bowser Jr. was still laughing and even pointing at Luigi.

“It’s not funny,” he said, unable to keep himself from sounding a little grumpy.

“Nah, it’s hilarious! You should’ve heard the sound you made, it was…” Another ghost popped out of the wall next to him, tackling him and making him cut off with his own undignified yelp of surprise and fear.

Luigi flinched and jumped back too but… it was just Polterpup. “Good puppy,” he said as Polterpup ran over with a bark for a well-deserved pet.

Bowser Jr. stood back up, brushing himself off with an embarrassed look. He was a kid though so Luigi wasn’t going to laugh at him back, though it didn’t stop him from giving him a slight smirk before turning his attention back to Polterpup.

Maybe despite this being the fourth time, he was still afraid but with Gooigi and Polterpup by his side he would be fine. He could handle this even if it wouldn’t be pleasant or fun in any way and he’d do it because bad guys or not, it was the right thing to do.

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It’s a Long Way Home | Chapter 9

Pairing: Joshua x Minghao x Reader

Synopsis: It was dark, and then it was light. You’re finally lucid. After 15 years of not being conscious, you wake up in a desolate and post-apocalyptic earth where infected flesh-eating beings roam the streets. Soon enveloped into a mysterious group of survivors, you consistently wonder who they are. But most importantly, who are you?

Genre: Heavy angst, some fluff here and there

Warnings: Gore, bad language, physical & verbal abuse

Word Count: 3.7k

Peace.

That's what Joshua felt when a blackness engulfed him. And then suddenly, he was Joshua Hong no more.

You and Minghao had been preparing for this night endlessly. You restlessly slept the previous night, but adrenaline kept you fresh and alert. It was 5 PM, and due to the wintry wonderland that was New York, the sun set quite early. Therefore, you and Minghao drove while going over the plan endlessly.

You knew what you were going to do, and you knew what the probable outcome was. But, you had run out of options - it was either fight or run away, and that never worked. You parked about a mile away from Fort Lockwood, and walked over amid the frigid, bitter air. You could see your breath, and the snow from the previous evening was sloppy and bitter.

You didn't care, nothing at this point could stop you.

You had sneaked up to the walls where the camp was, in dark black clothing which wasn't nearly warm enough for your comfort. You clasped your trusty gun in your hand, and a knife was tucked in your waistband, along with ammunition. Minghao's layout was the same, and as the two of you crouched beneath the trees, remaining hidden from the guards at the wall, Minghao knew he couldn't hold it in any longer.

"This is where we go our separate ways." You mumble, avoiding eye contact with him, knowing that this could be the last time you see each other. And suddenly, even in the close proximity, Minghao seemed so far away from you.

"I have to tell you something." Minghao admitted, whispering with a raw-esque. You looked into his eyes expectantly, and suddenly the calamity of the situation oozed with an eerie tranquility, because Minghao would die knowing he said it. He held your hands in his, his fingers trembling slightly.

"I love you, Y/N." Minghao confessed, and you knew it wasn't a platonic or casual love - you knew the love he was talking about. "If things weren't like this, I would've let you be happy with Josh, but I might die tonight. And I refuse to die knowing that I didn't tell you how much I fucking love you, Y/N."

The shock of his secret being revealed overwhelmed you immediately. The heat of his words in the winter air coaxed a feeling of comfort in you. You exhaled a shaky breath, suddenly not wanting to leave Hao's side. You knew - you fucking knew - that you were here for Josh. Suddenly, his uncanny protection he comforted you with made sense. Everything did.

Yet, hearing those heavy words lifted you up and weighed you down. He had burdened you and excited you.

You didn't return the words, but he wasn't expecting that. He wasn't expecting you to feel a sliver of love for him, and neither did you.

But you felt it, the spark that erupted in your stomach whenever he touched you, and the fire that the place he touched was on stayed burning long after he let go. Minghao was excitement, and Joshua was home.

The question was - which did you long for more?

"May we meet again, Minghao Xu." You croaked, swallowing the lump in your throat. "Whether it's in this life or the next, I hope we find each other all over again."

"I'll be looking forward to it." Minghao grinned, his beam weak and fragile. You returned the smile, and this time it did reach your eyes.

As Minghao and you parted, and the screams of war were heard in the dead winter night, a newfound determination bloomed in you. You were going to see Minghao again, whether in this life or your next one.

Minghao sneaked through the camouflage of the trees and bushes right underneath the watch towers. Within seconds, he shot both of the guards in the head, the sound unheard due to the trusty silencer on his gun. He noticed the other two other rushed to open the doors a bit, and Minghao recognized them as citizens. He smiled, glad that at least somebody he knew was alive.

Minghao saw you dash through the meek opening in the gates, and he followed a few minutes after. The two of you went in separate directions, him flanking right and you left. Minghao stuck to the walls of houses, trying to get to the fort's hospital. It was a warehouse, but it was endlessly supplied with the necessities you needed in case of a dire emergency.

He eyed the guards in front of the building, and he knew he didn't recognize them. He then noticed that there were guards in front of every house, all whom he didn't recognize. They held guns and maintained stern faces. He figured they're there to prevent people from escaping. The Doctor had a problem with people who tried to escape, especially you.

He peeked into the window of a one floored house, and saw a man in a white lab coat playing with syringes as a vulnerable woman looked at him with fear in her eyes. She was tied down, and Minghao didn't want to let this happen, but he would completely blow their cover if he barged into their house and shot that man.

He fought the urge that tugged at him mercilessly, and continued to "take out" guards that he didn't recognize, or even scientists. He now knew what The Doctor looked like, so he had his eyes open for him. The bitter winter air kept him awake, and the sound of his heart beating echoed in him. Thoughts of you flashed through his mind, and flashes of his friends that he left behind did as well.

This time he wasn't going to run. He was going to fight.

Soon, a scream erupted in the air. It wasn't yours, he knew your voice, but Minghao noticed the absolute lack of reaction from all of the guards. It didn't take long for Minghao to realize that screams of pain were a casualty here.

Minghao refused the urge to shiver.

He stalked down the back of houses, back brushing against the wall located in the backyards of peoples' homes. Minghao's job was to merely weaken The Doctor's forces as much as possible, while distracting everybody so you could sneak in and save your friends, among other things that involved The Doctor.

Minghao then felt a hand press against his mouth, preventing him from emitting any noise. Out of instinct, he bit the hand but then heard a yelp of pain. Minghao whipped his body around and then saw no one other than Sonny, smiling sadly.

"I spotted you when in my house. Sneaked out, since it's past curfew."

Minghao immediately hugged his long time friend, and she returned it weakly. Sonny's regular blond locks looked lighter, and she was pale. Her eyes looked hollow, Sonny overall looked worn out and fatigued.

"What the hell happened after we left?" Minghao whisper-shouted, his voice worrisome and etched with concern.

"A lot. I don't know how Josh, Jun, Kwan, Hansol, or Wonwoo are doing. Margo and Cleo are forced to help them out, along with me. We're not allowed anywhere near the hospital, or else they'll kill us."

"Sonny..." Minghao lamented, feeling the urge to cry. This place was once their heaven in a world full of hell, and now it was hell too.

"They killed Seungcheol's team effortlessly...They attacked a few nights ago. I'm just here to tell you good luck, buddy. Everybody being experimented on is in the hospital, and the regular citizens just work their day to day jobs, except now they have a gun pointed at them while they do it. Please save us, Hao. Please." Sonny murmured, her voice sounding like it was about to break. Hell, she looked like she was going to break. She was skinny and frail, nothing like the woman Minghao remembers as bright and energetic.

"Thank you, Sonny. Go home now, I can't risk you being killed. If things don't work out, you had no idea about this - okay?" Minghao ordered, but the blond girl refused and shook her head. Sonny was about to walk away, until she shook her head and bit her lip, obviously troubled.

"No. I'm going with you, and we're going to take down these bitches together. I'm going to see Jun again, even if I have to kill somebody." Sonny spat, a new fire burning in her. It reminded Minghao of himself, and how he would do anything for you.

Suddenly, Minghao smiled. Then, Sonny showed a kitchen knife she had been hiding. "This is all I'll need." She grinned, and soon the two of them ran to the hospital, knowing it was do or die.

You flanked to the left, knowing you had to stay much more hidden than Minghao. Your face was an enigma, everybody was searching for you so these people "could leave". But why should you believe The Doctor and his apprentices? All they ever do is lie.

You were driven by a rage that burned deep within you, and you killed whatever doctor you recognized on the spot. Any of the guards that were in your way stood no chance to the wrath of Y/N Y/L/N, for you were a flame that burned with the power of passion.

You stabbed, shot, and even choked. While sneaking in from the back of the hospital building, you slit a guard's throat that was heading towards you. Another guard was just about to shout, but you threw a knife at his head, and he fell instantly. The blood oozed out of the deep punctured wound, bubbles popping in the hot steamy liquid. His head was covered in a burning red, and you ripped the knife out eliciting a slick sound or metal against skin.

You knew you couldn't use your gun too much now, because even with the silencer it would make too much noise. So now it was you and your trusty knife, which had the power of a scythe.

You then went into the hospital through the back doors, hoping there were no cameras watching you. You locked the door behind you, and looked through the building. There were doors everywhere, and a main room that was like a foyer. You heard screams - some familiar and some not - erupt from behind the closed doors. You clenched your jaw, knowing that it was these bastard's doing.

Scientists were walking through the halls, going in and out of rooms. How many were there? Did everybody really come down back to Earth?

You waited for Minghao's cue, which was him making a fucking ruckus. Soon, gunshots rang out, and the scientists closed their doors and guards from inside rushed to the outdoors.

Your time was limited, and so was Minghao's. You open the first door to your right, finding Junhui screaming mercilessly at the hands of a familiar female doctor. You were on her in seconds, slitting her throat, blood squirting from it like lava from a volcano eruption.

"Hi." You greeted, smiling at the weak man more feebly. You ran over to him, and detached whatever IV was singed into his skin, and untied every limb that was constricted to the table. "Minghao is okay, in case you're wondering. Although right now, he might not be." You admitted. Junhui forced himself up, groans of pain falling from his chapped and cut lips. He wore a plain white hospital gown, and you knew he wasn't stable enough to fight.

"Do you know where they keep your clothing?" You asked, and he pointed to a cabinet above a sink, and you opened it and threw his clothes at him. "I won't look." You said, facing away from him. Junhui giggled sadly, and soon the man was dressed. "Can you walk?"

"They usually give me this purple serum after they...uh...ya know-"

"They call it Aftermath. I took it all the time." You interrupted, and found the purple liquid effortlessly. You then delicately injected him with a normal dose for a regular sized man, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

You were convinced that there was some magic in Aftermath, because Junhui immediately recuperated, and some color returned to his face. Yet, his eyes remained the same stoic way they were before.

"Can you fight?" You asked, and he just nodded. You searched the dead woman, and found a gun on her. You handed it to Junhui, and he just smiled at you and ran his slim fingers over the weapon.

"Do you know where everybody is?" You questioned with a bit of consolation in your voice. You knew exactly what he needed, and that was to be treated like an adult. You were in his situation before, after all.

"No, they transport me after they put me to sleep. I don't know if they're even alive." Junhui emptily explained. His words were hollow, just like his faraway expression. Soon, tears swam in his eyes, and pooled down his face pathetically. You avoided the pool of blood on the floor, and wiped it off of yourself before you gave him the best hug you could muster.

"They did this to me for 13 years. Focus on the rage, Junhui. Focus on it and let it consume you to the point where you get your revenge." You hissed, getting angry thinking about what they did to Jun.

He sniffled and nodded.

"Let's go." You ordered, and he nodded with the rage that consumed you as well.

Minghao and Sonny were fighting endlessly, shooting and killing whatever guards were in their way. He fought for you, Josh, Kwan, his best friend that followed him from another country - Jun, Hansol, and he fought for himself. He was blind with his rage, knowing that they tortured the people he cared about.

Sonny was weaker, but she still put up a good fight. She was doing exceptionally well for a girl with just a kitchen knife, but Minghao believed she was doing it for Junhui.

That was the power of love. Love could control you like a marionette, so many strings were attached. Sure, being in love did give somebody the sense of euphoria they've been longing for. But love is an unstoppable force. Love makes you feel everything, and soon people find themselves doing things they never thought they would've done - all for love. Love's battle cry was more furious than the fiercest warrior's scream of terror, love's power was greater than any leader's, love was larger than life. Love was what made Minghao do this, it was the foundation of his actions.

Minghao had killed, cried, and ran away all in the name of love. Even the most stoic souls are susceptible to the all powerful state of mind, but love of material or glory is what drives them. Love doesn't have to be for one another, love can be for anything.

Love can drive you fucking insane.

Minghao fought relentlessly, blood across his clothing and the floor, the guards going crazy and trying to keep the citizens indoors. He knew he had to do something big now, or else he wouldn't survive to see the sun rise tomorrow.

So, he grabbed Sonny's hand and shot aimlessly as they ran inside, and locked the doors behind them. The doors were steel, and they were soon boarded up with tables and chairs from the main foyer.

Then, Minghao saw you and Junhui running into another room, guns in both of your hands. He was slightly perplexed on how Jun got a gun, but a small and brief feeling of peace coated his heart knowing that his best friend was alive.

Sonny smiled to herself too, but she knew she couldn't call out his name and go run to him - or else it would distract him.

The steel doors were constantly being assaulted, the vibration and shaking of the doors forcing Minghao to move every time, but he bounced back and pushed with all of his might so the doors would open. "Go get the back doors." Minghao grumbled, and Sonny nodded and dashed to the opposite side of the hallway. That door was also being rambunctiously moved, but it was already locked. Minghao grinned knowing that was your clever doing.

Soon, Minghao heard an unfamiliar scream, and he cringed knowing what was coming next. Soon, all of the doors opened, and doctors with guns came piling out of the rooms and to where Junhui and you were.

They wouldn't kill you, be they wouldn't hesitate to shoot Junhui.

The scientists froze once they locked eyes with you.

They knew who you were, and their guns pointed at you aggressively, but you wouldn't drop them. Was this your end? You were going to die when you were so close to the prize?

Soon, they were all knocked down with a bullet to the head. Bodies piled on top of one another like a bush, and behind the pile was none other than Minghao. You smiled, and he did too. It's good to have others on your side.

He had that look in his eyes, it was just that look, and you knew that you'd either go down together or win this together. "Junhui, go help Sonny." You ordered, and his face lit up at the sound of his girlfriend's name, and you and Minghao piled into the rooms. You were faced with Hansol, Seungkwan, and Wonwoo.

You gave them the same purple medicine, finding it miraculous that they were alive. Right now, your adrenaline fused everything together. It was like a blurry nothingness, until a surge of electricity spread throughout your veins once you came to a certain realization.

There was still no Josh.

You looked at the door labeled "basement", and when you tried to open it, it was locked. A feeling of dread swallowed your gut, and soon bile threatened to pour of your mouth. You knew that he was down there, along with The Doctor.

Call it a hunch.

Soon, Minghao was behind you, and you two relentlessly broke at the door knob, until the lock finally broke. The door opened eerily, and you shared one last look - a look that screamed louder than a million words - before you went to your probable doom. Everybody else you rescued were helping with the doors, trying to keep the barricade up. You swallowed the bile in your throat.

"Together." You said to Minghao.

"On God."

The room was dimly lit, with various syringes and mysterious bottles scattered over the room. A curtain was in front of Joshua, along with hand cuffs chaining him to stay still. He was standing now, but struggling against the binds mindlessly, per usual.

The Doctor locked eyes with you as you came charging down the stairs, and then you heard a gargling growl that sounded just like a walker's, and it was The Doctor merely prolonging your inevitable victory.

You had won.

But then, like a dramatic play opening, the curtain was unveiled. And behind it stood an infected Joshua Hong.

You cried out, you fucking wailed. You screamed so loud and you felt nothing but pure rage, knowing that it was this bastard's doing. You wanted to run up to him and slit his throat, you wanted to kill him and feel him submit under your power.

But you were frozen. And soon, Joshua was released from the cuffs, and stumbled over to you and Minghao hungrily. "Y/N, we have to kill him-"

"No!" You screamed, and you put down Minghao's gun and ran to Joshua, or what used to be him, and you bawled.

Minghao had to kill Joshua, he had to or else he would bite you and you would be done for.

Unless you were immune.

He knew that you would never forgive him if you shot Joshua when there was a chance you were immune, because at the end of the day you loved him, infected or not. So he merely ran over to The Doctor, and restricted the man. He didn't fight at all, he just stood there while you let Joshua limp over to you.

And then Joshua took a bite of your flesh.

"William! Marcus! Dinner is ready!" You smiled, setting the table along with your husband, Joshua. The two of you looked into each other's eyes lovingly. You two have been married for 7 years, but the love never faded. In fact, the love brought along kids and a dog the kids named "Sparkles".

You all sat around the dining table, and Joshua led the prayers. You chanted along with him, as your sons clumsily stumbled on a few of the words, but they tried nonetheless. You then ate meatloaf with a side of rice - and it was quite delicious. You were an amazing cook.

You and Joshua were childhood friends, and in high school is when you two fell in love. Even when you went away to separate colleges, your love never died. You studied to be a psychiatrist - since you were undeniably intelligent, and good at giving advice. Joshua opened up a studio, and he made music with his friends, and sold instruments and other musical accessories.

You were unbelievably happy. Your biggest fear is that you would get bored of marriage and leave, but you were deeply in love. Joshua Hong was the love of your life, and he always would be. Your two sons, Marcus and William, were 4 and 6.

They were lively young children, with nothing but love and purity in their hearts. William, like his father, could sing exceptionally. And Marcus, like you, was incredibly intelligent. He could read English quite fluently at the age of 4. He was nothing short of a genius.

Soon, everybody washed up the scrumptious dinner, and sleep was near. Every night, you and Joshua tucked the kids in, and then watched a new movie. Tonight was "28 Days Later".

Soon, you fell asleep on him while watching the movie, and Joshua studied your peaceful face and soft breaths. He then wondered - what did he do to get so lucky?

Like a mirage, the image of his happiness melted away from Joshua, no matter how much he reached out to it, it would never come back. That life he longed for would never exist, because to Joshua it was just this life.

What did you do to get so unlucky?

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Several people expressed an interest in this, @ocelot-109 and @kykeeeeee among them - so here’s a little update ;) Let’s see if any of you can guess what’s going on...

(yes I know the room layout is wrong but I’m cherrypicking lore like crazy here)

(click for better quality ^^)

"Team South," crackled the voice of the janitor over the walkie-talkie. "Foxy's on his way, ya gotta move!"

I met Monty's gaze, but before either of us could do anything, Nugget tore open the door we'd just passed and pushed us in. Monty slammed it shut after us.

My own breath tearing through my throat deafened me, but I pressed my ear against the door, listening, listening -

The sound of metal slamming into plastic rushed by outside, an imitation of human footsteps. Distant banging echoed down the hallway, followed by the janitor's wild cackle and a yelled: "Struggling with that door, sonny?"

I kept still, a hand clamped atop my mouth to muffle my heavy breath. The janitor hadn't said anything about the animatronics' hearing, only their seeing, but I wasn't willing to take the chance that they were deaf. Soon after, the metallic, alien footsteps disappeared back up the hallway again.

I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly, pushing away from the door.

Monty whimpered and tugged at my sleeve. "J - Jay," he squeaked.

I turned.

The room was full of robotic skeletons and robot parts, heads and arms alike scattered around it.

None of that was nearly as important as the massive pile of metal moving in the corner. Slowly, frighteningly slowly, it shifted - metal plates sliding and gliding against each other with painful grinding noises. It stood, clanking and unfolding and alive.

Its eyes glowed white.

I stumbled back, fumbling for the doorknob with one hand and the walkie-talkie with the other, waiting for the others to move -

Nugget took a trembling step forward, hands pressed against his chest. "Lily?" he asked, and his voice shook.

Horror washed over me. Lily. Of course.

#kindergarten #kindergarten 2 #kindergarten kid #kindergarten nugget #kindergarten monty #kindergarten lily #five nights at freddy's #bonnie the bunny #bonnie #my writing #my art #meg og mitt

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the-meme-monarch · 5 years

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would y'all be interested in a show about people and toons? I've been wanting to talk abt it here for a while now but it seemed pointless since I can't post photos. set present day, it follows Yui, the new in-between-frame animator of STELPST⭐️R studios (name pending), finding out that the cartoon characters they're animating are real, and are actors (think Who Framed Roger Rabbit, only the whole show will be animated, no live action). the layout of episodes is similar to Sonny With A Chance, so I've been told. there will be episodes where it focuses on the real world aspect of the toons and employees, others will be of the cartoons they produce. The show itself is going to be called "Margins" but the cartoon the characters work on is called "Inkwell Outback", as the toons are Australian animals (save for Showa), and have Australian accents (save for Showa). if anyone's interested in learning more abt the characters, shoot me an ask!!

#margins #inkwell outback #words from the monarch

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storytimefromthecreed · 5 years

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Vigilante AU: Sonny Carisi

(Part 5)

Life was good. Mike proved a great work out buddy. Pushing her to her limits, she was careful not to be too strong or too fast. Couldn’t have him becoming suspicious. Farther still, she had trouble defending herself as The Vigilante because she felt bad for hitting him. Mike was a great addition to her life. Keeping the secret from him kept her, him, and Sonny safe; so the couple agreed and kept him in the dark.

Sonny and her went to mass every week, date nights were always kept one way or another, and the city was quiet. But if life had taught her anything, it was that one didn’t look for the sea when it retreated.

The sea arrived in full force one night when Sonny had greeted her with fresh flowers and a wonderful dinner.

“It’s not even date night.” (Y/N) buried her nose in the bouquet. The fresh, floral scent rejuvenated her and she smiled lovingly up at him.

“It’s just because.” Sonny kissed her and spanked her when he withdrew. His new thing this month. “Go get ready for dinner. Take a load off. I got this.” He returned to the kitchen, and she set the flowers in water.

Reflecting on how lucky she was to have him, she got out of her work clothes, showered, and settling in for the night. She returned to the dinner table to find Sonny frowning. Lines set at his forehead and his cheeks. Slight graying in his hair reflected the kitchen light when he looked down.

“I’m sorry, doll. Looks like they need me back.” Sonny pouted, disappointment in his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

She took him in her arms, and Sonny wilted against her. “Don’t be. Go work. Save the day.” Her words were meant to be assuring to him, but she found him still sad when she pulled away.

“I feel like we haven’t been seeing much of each other.” He confessed and chuckled. “Mike sees you more than I do. Work is just...” He shook his head and frowned deeper.

“How about...” She cast a look to their bedroom where her gear was stashed. “Need some back up?”

Sonny’s eyes lit up and his frown turned upside. “Only if you want to.”

It was clear he wanted her to, and who was she to deny him anything that made him happy. “Go.” She laughed and gave him a quick kiss. Sonny pulled away to grab his badge and gun from their room. He tossed her hood and wristlets to her, and she caught them easily.

“Wanna meet me at the station and follow me?” His tone was excited and he quickly changed.

“The classic “You go first and I’ll follow”? Sonny, I bet you say that to all the vigilantes.” She changed as well, but Sonny finished first.

A quick kiss on the cheek, and a squeeze at the waist, he said, “Only the pretty ones.”

....

When she arrived to find the bullpen empty, worry sank in her heart. Sonny had left first, so why wasn’t he there? From her place outside of Olivia’s office, using the windows there to peer into the bullpen, (Y/N) watched Amanda rush to her desk. Sonny still wasn’t there and nerves wrecked her body. This was probably a rash decision, but she needed answers. (Y/N) pried open Olivia’s windows and ducked in her office. She stayed close to the ground and crept up to the windows that allowed Olivia to look into the bullpen. The blinds were closed quickly, and she popped her head around the corner of the door. The room was empty save for Amanda.

“Detective Rollins.” (Y/N) hissed, and Amanda jumped. Her back was stiff as she turned around, wide eyed, and saw The Vigilante.

“You can not be here.” She hissed, looked over her shoulder, and rushed into the office. Quickly closing the door, Amanda looked up at her. “You’re here about the case, right?”

“I am.” (Y/N) lied quickly. “But I need more information.”

Amanda paused, indecision written plainly across her face. Finally deciding it was in their best interest, she said, “We have a hostage stituation. A DV gone bad. They have my Leiutenant and Detective Carisi.” (Y/N) heart dropped. The rest of Amanda’s words became a distant buzzing. DV was the most dangerous stitutaion to be in. How did Sonny get stuck with the prep? Was he ok? A mix of panic and anger wrestled inside her. Who let him into this postion and how could he allow this to happen fought with this was his job and he was trained to do this. He was a hero too, afterall.

The slamming of the door behind them pulled her from her thoughts, and the horror continued. Mike stood at the doorway, fuming. His hand hovered over his gun.

“Rollins, get out of here.”

“Dodds, it’s not-” She tried standing between them, but Mike’s eyes darkened and she looked back at (Y/N).

The Vigilante said, “It’s ok, Detective.” And Amanda left the room. To Mike she said, “I’m here to help. Your people are stuck in a dangerous stit-”

“I know! That’s what we’re trained for.” He locked the door and held her at gunpoint. “On the ground now. Slowly. You’re under arrest.”

“Detective-” (Y/N) placed her hands on the back of her head and lowered to the ground. How was she going to get out of this? Surely Mike wouldn’t shoot her. Right? The table was close to her. Maybe she could use that as a cover? No. Not enough time.

“No more talking.” Mike withdrew cuffs and grabbed her wrists, reading her her rights.

“After.” She interrupted him, and pulled her wrists away from him. Mike grabbed her arm and held her there. No longer fearful about her stituation and only thinking about Sonny, she said, “After I get your people out, then you can arrest me. I promise. Just please. Please.” She begged, and Mike watched her with unfaltering eyes. “Please let me save them.” Him. Let me save him.

“How do I know you won’t run away the first chance you get?” Mike tightened his hold on her and shook his head as if chasing away the idea of considering releasing her. “NO. You’re staying here until we get this settled.”

“Mike.” She chewed on her lip as he walked over to the interrogation room connecting to the office. She dug her heels into the ground and pushed back at him. “Take off my hood.”

“What?”

“You want to make sure I don’t run? Find out who I am. It’ll become clear, but hurry. Please! Arrest me afterwards, I don’t care, but we have to hurry.” She offered her head up. “Just do it. I give you my word I won’t put up a fight.” Shaking hands took her hood off, and now all that remained was her face mask. “Just pull up the sides.” She coached. Her voice wavered and her heart hammered in her chest. Sonny. She had to get to him. Mike pulled off her mask, and (Y/N) grinned up at him. Mike was frozen, stunned. “So, we taking your car?”

.....

Mike was silent on their drive. The Vigilante sat awkwardly in the police car. The lights were flashing, siren blaring. Mike’s eyes were on the road, his knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel. When they got to the scene, Mike locked the doors.

“What’s your plan?” He asked.

“Excuse me?” (Y/N) turned to him. Mike nodded to himself, and finally acknowledged her presense.

“You don’t go into these things without a plan, right?” (Y/N) was taken aback. Mike pressed on. “Oh my god, you do, don’t you? You just go around fighting crime on a whim?” He groaned. “This was a bad idea, I should’ve locked you up. What was I thinking?”

“Mike, are you serious? You brought me here because you knew I could do the job! Why are you doubting me now?”

“Because things are different now!” He hissed back and lowered his voice. Looking around at the other cops who had yet to notice their arrival, he said, “I know who you are, and you would make a terrible Vigilante!”

“Excuse me!?”

“You have a terrible left hook, your cardio could use some improvement.”

“We’re not doing this right now, Mike. I’m going to get Sonny and Olivia out of there.” She struggled against the door, but he hadn’t unlocked it.

“Not without a plan!” He said again, and (Y/N) groaned.

“Mike, I don’t need a-” Her eyes found the second story window. Probably a child’s bedroom.

“What? Do you see something? Are you getting, like, a vibe or something?” Mike looked around.

“First, I don’t have super powers, and second, I just got my plan. See that window? That’s my enterance. Just cover me, and I’ll be able to pull them out.”

“Good. Take this.” Mike handed her a walkie talkie. She stared at it. “What? Don’t know how to use these?” Mike began to explain how it worked, and (Y/N) stared blankly at him. She knew how they worked from a game Sonny and her played where they would hide in the apartment and could only find one another using the walkie talkies, but Mike didn’t need to know that. What confused her was him? “What?” Mike asked again. “You need some way of telling us what’s going on in the house, right? Unless you have some other way?”

(Y/N) took the walkie talkie and turned it to it’s lowest volume. “I told you, I don’t have powers. Thanks. I’ll be your eyes.”

“And we’ll get them out of there, together.” Mike nodded and unlocked the doors. (Y/N) got out and Mike quickly joined her side.

“What are you doing?” She hissed as he took her arm and walked towards the house.

“We don’t have the time for you to work around police presence. Besides, no one’s gonna bother you if you’re with me.” Mike kept his tone and face stern. Uniformed officers turned when they saw her, and turned back around when they saw him glaring. It seemed Mike was giving her an escort to the house. “Go.” He said when they were near enough, and she did. Getting to the second story with eyes on her felt weird, but she pushed the discomfort from her mind. Now, she had to save Sonny.

The window did lead into a child’s bedroom, and she landed softly on their bed. She froze her and pushed her hearing out to take in the scene. There didn’t seem to be anyone on that floor.

“Detective Dodds,” The Vigilante whispered into the walkie talkie. She crept around the second floor and upon finding herself correct, said, “The second floor is clear. I hear voices, but it sounds like they’re all centered downstairs. I’m going down to give you a layout. Do not respond until I’m in the clear.”

She crept down the stairs. Light from the living room illuminated her way, and she clung to the darkness atop the stairs to watch the following scene. Sonny stood in the living room with his hands up. A large man held a woman at gunpoint, and Olivia had two kids in the corner. She was using her body to shield them from the scene.

“Let your kids go.” Sonny said, his tone gentle and kind. “You don’t want ‘em to see this. Their father and mother, like this.”

The man nodded and pointed the gun at Olivia. “Move them. Now. No funny business.” Olivia nodded, grabbed the kids, and herded them to the door.

“A large man is holding a gun to the Lieutenant. She’s coming out with two kids. He has one gun, a hostage, and a detective.” She spoke into the walkie talkie. Olivia left the house and the man pointed the gun back to the wife.

“You can go. This is between me and my wife.” The man said and Sonny shook his head.

“Ya know I can’t do that. Let’s talk about this.”

“Why do you care? I have nothing left to live for.” The man began to sob.

“You getting all this, Detective?” (Y/N) crept back up the stairs and said, “Report.”

“You ok?” Mike’s voice was low. “We got Olivia and the kids. Thanks for the heads up. Can you take him down?”

“I could but not in a way that would keep him alive.” She was honest. This man was large, and she knew she couldn’t fight him. “You want him alive, right?”

Mike paused. “For now.”

“I’m going back down to watch your detective.” She turned it to mute so Mike could hear them but they couldn’t hear him.

From her place at the stiars, she readied her blade. The phone rang. The man grabbed it before it could ring a second time. “Everyone get out of here! We don’t need help! We’re fine!” The man paused and he looked at Sonny. “Yea. Whatever gets him out of here. And no guns. I’ll know if you have one. This better not be a trap.” He hung up and brought the gun to Sonny. “You. Go to the door.”

“I can’t-”

“Now.” At that, knocking came from the door. The door opened slowly, and Mike poked his head in.

“Detective Carisi, you’re relieved. My name is Mike Dodds, we spoke on the phone.” Sonny looked between the two, and Mike pushed him out the door and closed it. With Sonny out of harm’s way, (Y/N) relaxed and focused. “You said you were open to talking to someone with standing? I’m the best you have right now. I’m sure we can find something that’ll make all of us happy.”

“I want the cops gone.” The man said. His gun was pointed at his wife.

“Give me some time and I’ll see what I can do. Now, how about we let your wife go and it’ll be just us guys? Your kids are probably wondering where she is. They need her right now.”

“She stays with me.” The man tightened his hold on her and her face started to turn blue. (Y/N) needed to act soon. She looked around the room and formulated a plan. If Mike could only get them closer. She caught Mike’s eyes as he was staring into the mirror behind the man. Not sure if he could see her, she nodded once. He nodded back. Good. They were in buisness.

“How about you walk me to the door then. No tricks. I just want them to know that you’re in charge here. You have your wife and she’s staying with you. I just need them to see that you’re a reasonable man. Walk me to the door?” The man thought about it for a moment before nodding. He lead Mike to the door and released his hold on his wife. She fell at the bottom of the stairs, gasping for breathe. The man’s back was to (Y/N), Mike could see her plainly from the bottom of the stairs. So could the wife. She looked up at (Y/N), and her jaw dropped. The Vigilante placed a finger on her lips and rose as Mike reached the door. His hand quivered above the doorknob.

“What are you waiting for?” The man raised the gun ot Mike’s face and Mike grabbed it. They began to wrestle for it as The Vigilante ushered the woman up the stairs then turned and pounced on the man’s back. The motion made the man point the gun at Mike, but (Y/N) tightened her headlock on him and made him look up. This made the man’s arm go up, and a shot went off. Unharmed, Mike tackled the man to the bottom of the stairs. (Y/N) pinned down the man’s arms and held him in a choke hold where he remained as the door burst open and cops flooded in.

“Don’t shoot!” Mike yelled. Together, he and The Vigilante flipped the man over and cuffed him. “Don’t shoot! We got him!” Unis assisted Mike in taking the man outside. Mike gave her a quick look and said, “I know where to find you.” The Vigilante fled the scene.

....

It was morning when Sonny returned. Purple bruises weighed his under eyes, and he could barely speak when he saw her. In a similar state, she was in the couch awaiting him. When he walked through that door, they simply dropped their belongings and held one another. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, and he held her close.

“I’m so sorry.” He breathed, “I’m so sorry.” He repeated this until her eyes teared. Sonny believed that putting himself in danger was what caused these tears, and she didn’t know how to tell him what had happened. A knocking at the door distracted them, and she frantically held his face and spoke.

“Whatever happens, I need you to pretend you didn’t know. Ok? Can you do that for me? I know how much you hate lying, but promise me you won’t go down with me.”

“What are you talking about?” Sonny furrowed his brow. The knocking at the door grew more urgent, and she held his face to look at her again.

“I love you so much. Remember that, ok? I’m so sorry, my love. I had to. To save you. The thought of you getting hurt, I couldn’t handle it.” The knocking grew harder and she released him. The way his hair looked in the morning before he slicked it back, the way his eyes lit up when they talked about their future, his voice, she commit all these things to memory as she opened the door.

Mike walked in. “So what are we going to do about this Vigilante stuff?” Straight to the point, it seemed. Mike was in the same physical state as them. His hair was undone, and he looked like he hadn’t slept.

“What are you talking about, Dodds?” Sonny defensively placed (Y/N) behind him. “What’s going on?”

“I’m sorry, Carisi, but we need to do this right.” Mike got closer to them, and Sonny tensed.

“There’s nothing going on. We have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Save it.” Mike looked around Sonny, to her, and she pushed her way out from behind Sonny.

“He didn’t know anything, promise.” She kept her voice monotone. Holding back emotion for Sonny’s sake, she confessed to everything. Sonny’s eyes went wide when she stuck out her wrists. “I’m thinking you take me in as The Vigilante and then unmask me in interrogation so no one knows you knew at all.”

“And Carisi knew nothing?” Mike looked to Sonny, and (Y/N) spoke for both of them.

“Sonny had no idea I was The Vigilante.”

Just like that. Their future changed.

#Vigilante AU #sonny carisi #sonshine #mike dodds #deserves better #My writing #law and order: special victims unit #law and order svu

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eatthemusic · 3 years

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veritas-unveiled · 6 years

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"Third Time's the Charm" -Barisi Gift Exchange

(For @robertarryn )

((Prologue))

The whole saga starts, as most do, innoculously enough: four roommates all in one kitchen on a Wednesday night.

Catalina pours herself a cup of tea, moves towards the table - and her roommate Lily holds up one hand. “If you bump this table, nobody will ever find all the pieces of your body,” she threatens, in as sweet a voice as has ever voiced such a threat. “Someone already made me get blotches on two of my spare envelopes.” She has half the table covered with her calligraphy supplies and is hand-addressing a series of wedding invitations. Not only is it her favorite non-violent hobby, it’s also a pretty decent source of income.

“I’m confident I could find at least three quarters of the pieces,” says another of the roommates, not looking up from her game of solitaire. “Maybe four fifths, if I really concentrated.”

“Oh, that’s comforting. Thank you, Kali.” Catalina shakes her head and sighs as she sits down. “Another wedding?”

“A wedding! That’s what my family needs.” The fourth of the roommates stoops to slide a pan of bread into the oven to proof. “Everyone is so depressed all the time. And every time someone’s important enough to be mentioned to the grandparents, we start to hope, you know? And every time we hope, we get disappointed.” She wipes floury hands off on a dish towel. “Honestly though, if women keep treating my Sonny this badly? He should bring a man home next time."

Do you honestly think men are any better?” Lily snorts, contemptuously. “It’s not like any of us never had our heart broken by a man."

“Sometimes men are better,” says Catalina. “My grandson? He’s a good man. He’s the best man I know.”

“We know, we know, and he went to Harvard, and he pays your rent...”

“Not every grandson would pay his grandmother’s rent,” Catalina interrupts, pride in her voice. “Not every grandson would do that. I’m blessed. Even if I won’t have any weddings to go to either, any time soon.”

“Wait a minute,” says Gigi, crossing the room. “Catalina! Your grandson, he’s single.”

Catalina nods.

“Wait a minute. Your grandson is single. My grandson is single. Do you know what I’m thinking?” Her eyes light up; Catalina grins.

“I know exactly what you’re thinking, and you’re absolutely right!”

“We should call them.”

“I’ll get them a reservation on Friday. Someplace nice. Angelino’s?”

“Isn’t that too nice for a first date?”

They exit the room, voices overlapping with the excitement of their matchmaking.

Lily shakes her head, never looking up from her work. “This isn’t going to end well. There is no possible way that this could ever end well."

“You’re a cynic,” Kali reminds her. She deals out another layout of cards on the table top, considers it for a moment, and then flinches. “You're a cynic, but you’re also not wrong.” She gathers up the cards.

((Friday))

Two awkward men sit on either side of a table in a very romantic Italian restaurant. The light is dim, a wax-spattered candle flickers on the table between them, and a tinny orchestral version of a Frank Sinatra tune is playing in the background.

“So,” Sonny finally says. “Um. I can’t believe my Nonna did this. I’m really, really sorry.”

Rafael looks up at Sonny, then returns his embarrassed gaze to the dusty silk flower in the middle of the table. “It’s not your fault. It really isn’t. If anyone is to blame, it’s my grandmother and myself."

Sonny clucks his tongue. “Of all the people I expected to see when I got here...”

“I’m sorry,” says Rafael. “It must have been a disappointment.”

“No! Oh no no nothing like that,” and Sonny’s blushing. “It’s just, a surprise? I mean, what a coincidence, though? That our grandmothers know each other?”

“They don’t just know each other, they live together. How could we not know that?”

“We are horrible grandsons and horrible people.”

There’s another long embarrassed silence, and then Sonny asks “Do you think they’d mind if we changed our orders, you know, to go?”

“I don’t think so.”

Hours later, somewhere on Staten Island, two women are arguing loudly: in English, in Spanish, in Italian. One of them threatens to move out. The other threatens to toss her out. And they both loudly declare that their grandson deserves better.

“This is horrible,” and Lily actually sounds a bit horrified. “I knew this was a bad idea, but I didn’t know it was going to be this bad. And there’s nothing we can do about it now, it’s over and done.”

Kali looks at her for a long moment, and then back down at her cards. She deals them out, considers them, sweeps them back up. “Over and done,” she says, and then she grins. “Or is it? Is it really? Could they use a second chance?”

((Friday, a second chance))

Kali always has solid advice, and so when she told her roommates that maybe they should accompany their grandsons on the date they were arranging for them - and maybe somewhere less formal than the Italian restaurant they’d considered? - they listened. Maybe try something more relaxed and more subtle, Kali had suggested. Maybe a coffee shop in Manhattan? After all, both grandsons work in Manhattan, wouldn’t it be interesting if they knew one another?

(Of course, both women think that suggestion is preposterous. How many people, after all, live and work in Manhattan! There are tons of police detectives in Manhattan, and a ton of lawyers too!

“Are you all right?” Rafael asks, because his grandmother is acting strange: not concentrating on their conversation at all, looking intently at everyone who walks past their sidewalk cafe table.

“Of course,” Catalina says, reaching out and gently patting her grandson’s hand.

Rafael is suspicious. “Wait, I think someone’s waving at you?” He squints into the sun, as a woman he vaguely recognizes approaches their table - and with her, someone he definitely recognizes. “Detective,” he says, acknowledging a confused Sonny Carisi.

“Rafael, you know my roommate, Giovanna.”

“Please, call me Gigi, everyone does,” the older woman insists, reaching out her hand for Rafael to shake. Despite himself, Rafael grins.

“Does that run in the family?”

Sonny laughs, is persuaded by his grandmother to sit, four people clustered - a bit uncomfortably - around a small cafe table.

The conversation is dominated by the two women, and -- while Rafael is always glad to spend time with his grandmother -- he thinks it’s sort of a shame that he isn’t getting much of a chance to see more of this side of Detective Sonny Carisi.

Somewhere on Staten Island, there's a lot of disappointment as the two women agree that it’s sad that there didn’t seem to be any chemistry at all between their wonderful, perfect grandsons. They commiserate and talk (and talk and talk and talk) until finally they both go to bed.

“Do you think the boys ever got a word in edgewise?” Lily asks, rolling her eyes. “They might actually have liked each other if they’d been given a chance. It’s a shame they can’t do it over.”

Kali frowns, and then draws three cards from her deck, laying them out on the table. And then she smiles. “Don’t they always say, the third time’s the charm?”

((Friday, the third time))

It’s been over an hour since his blind date was supposed to show up, and honestly, it’s only because his drink is too good to waste by gulping it down that Rafael is still there. That, and: he’s not looking forward to telling his grandmother that her roommate’s friend stood him up. He’s given up hope that his date is going to show up at all, but he still looks up to see who is coming through the door - and it’s a familiar face.

“Good evening, Detective,” he says.

“Hey, Counselor.” Sonny looks like he’s not having the best of nights either; he slumps into a seat at the bar. “Vodka martini, please?” he asks the bartender, and then, with a nod towards one of the TVs, “Who’s winning?”

"Seattle,” the bartender says, and he puts a glass on the bar, and Sonny just sighs.

“Bad night?” Rafael asks.

“The worst,” says Sonny, shaking his head. “I got stood up on a blind date, my grandmother’s going to be ashamed of me because I’m sure this is my fault somehow, and my team is losing."

“I’m sorry,” Rafael says.

Sonny takes a long sip from his drink. “I’m sorry, to bring you down and all.”

“I was already down,” the other man admits. “My night’s gone pretty much the same way as yours, from the sound of it. With the exception of the hockey.”

“What, you mean you were stood up too?”

“Yep.”

“Unbelievable.” Sonny shakes his head. gulps at his drink. “Who in their right mind would stand you up?”

“You flatter me.” Rafael is caught off guard, tries to hide it by taking another sip of his drink.

“Honestly, if she had any kind of taste...she should have known better. Who was she?”

“He was a blind date. Someone my grandmother knows.”

“Grandmothers!” Sonny’s a little flushed, maybe from drinking one martini in about three sips. “Look, I’m starving, do you want to have dinner with me?”

“Actually...I think I’d really like that."

Somewhere on Staten Island, two roommates are scowling down at their phones.

I can’t believe he hasn’t called,” says one.

“I can't believe he won’t answer,” says the other.

It’s a good sign,” says Kali, from over her cards. “Trust me.”

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Black Cat #1 Marvel Comics 2019 Written by Jed Mackay Illustrated by Travel Foreman Coloured by Brian Reber Lettered by Ferran Delgado The Black Cat is back and starring in her first ever ongoing series! Felicia Hardy has a taste for the finer things in life and a certain set of skills that can get her into any mansion, vault or museum to…procure said finer things. But due to her actions in AMAZING SPIDER-MAN, Felicia’s not only on the run from the police but also by the New York Thieves Guild and their boss ODESSA DRAKE! High-octane heists, climactic chases and twist after twist that will keep you on the edge of your seat like a cat on a perch. IN THIS ISSUE: Find out a secret from Cat’s past in a bonus story that sets a foundation for the future! All this and an all-new MARVEL MEOW short story by Nao Fuji! Now we all know that my reviews for Marvel books has slowed down considerably. But I was curious about this one and the Black Cat can be one of the most interesting characters if done right, so not like Catwoman is what I’m saying. I found myself really enjoying this and the artwork as well, which was a huge selling point for me, and it was a great surprise to see Travel doing the linework. So impressed was I, a copy came home with me and yes a blank cover so as to entice an artist who wishes to do their best version heh gauntlet thrown – challenge issued! I absolutely loved the opening for this issue. Seeing her walk into a party like she walking onto a yacht, I mean the hear the dress and oh those facial expression sigh. Also the narration is phenomenal and then BAM we start meeting the characters that I believe and hope will be those in her life whether she wants them there or not. At least one is Italian, tattooed, criminal record and head of security at this affair, so if Felicia doesn’t want Sonny, I do—though hopefully as a real person lol. The way this introduction to her series goes is utterly brilliant and the pacing is extraordinary. It has a cinematic feel to it but then everything about her and her life screams you can’t do this any other way, it would almost be sacrilegious. I am a huge fan of Travel’s work and what he is doing here just reiterates my reasons why. Brian on colours to boot and no one stands a chance against that. The way that we see the varying weights of the linework being utilised here to bring this complete and utter understated sense of style, grace and beauty to the page is mouth watering, oh and that Sonny is as handsome as she is beautiful helps a lot. The way we see page layouts and how the angles and perspective in the panels show off this magnificent eye for storytelling is sensational. Plus just the way the we see the composition in the panels including seeing backgrounds is delightful. Oh Brian the white on white shading that we see in Felicia’s hair is dreamlike seriously. Plus the way the paintings are done sigh yeah this is the work of a master colourist. If there is one thing I am weary of concerning Marvel is that the Black Cat is a high profile character that will undoubtedly be dragged into the already crowded field of their crossover events. I would love to see her just be her and do her thing without the interruption of having obligatory event title that barely fits. Also anytime I love a Marvel series it inevitably ends, Hyperion sigh was phenomenal but Marvel didn’t really back it, Cloak & Dagger-with a hit show you’d think they could get beyond digital only and for me Moon Knight is the biggest loss. So here’s hoping my track record with Marvel doesn’t continue with this one because honestly this debut made me happy as a clam.

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That’s Terry Forkner in the back of Vern Autry’s Bike. This may bore the shit out of some of you, but this an account of Hollister by key players. Memories: Founders of Boozefighters recall weekend they descended on a small town and ascended into legend. Before there was Sonny Barger and the Hells Angels, before there was Marlon Brando and "The Wild One," there was Wino Willie and J.D. and a South-Central Los Angeles motorcycle club called the Boozefighters. On the Fourth of July, 1947, the Boozefighters invaded the Central California hamlet of Hollister and, as Life magazine memorialized it, took over the town. The incident set off a growing fascination with outlaw bikers, culminating in Brando's legendary "The Wild One" in 1954, with one exchange that still reverberates: "What are you rebelling against, Johnny?" Brando's character was asked. "Whatdaya got?" he snapped. Today, 75-year-old Wino Willie Forkner and 80-year-old J.D. Cameron--the last surviving founders of the Boozefighters--look back on their legacy with amusement. To visit with them in Cameron's La Mirada home is to recall a distant time when postwar America was bursting with unfocused energy. "It was a time when you could have a fistfight with someone and when it was over, you'd have a beer together," says Cameron, who made his living in the freight-unloading and trucking businesses, where he employed Willie. "This was way before all this guns and dope crap." "Yeah, we just had a little fun," says Forkner, a barrel-chested World War II vet with pinkies as thick as thumbs who lives in Fort Bragg, Calif., and still rides his motorcycle. "We didn't do anything wrong." What happened in Hollister, they remember, started with city-approved street racing on the main drag, San Benito Street. Well, maybe a little more. J.D. allows that he may have had a few fistfights. And then Wino Willie begins talking about a town drunk who came into one of the bars. "Me, Kokomo and Gas House Wilson started buying him wine," Willie says. "After his third glass, he fell over. So we tied him to this wheelchair, tied the chair to some car and dragged him around town. I looked back and he had fallen out of the chair. "So we put him on the hood and started driving again. Slowly. But he looked like he wasn't breathing, so we thought he was dead. We dropped him in an alley, covered him up with papers and took off. * "Man, later that day, when I was in jail, I looked over, and there he was, making a ruckus. It's damn hard to kill a drunk." Wino Willie, who got his nickname as a 7-year-old boy in Fresno when he would visit local wineries and indulge in the latest vintage, had landed in Hollister's jail on the charges of inciting a riot. Of course, he tells a different story. "They had arrested Red [another of the Boozefighters] for drunk and disorderly, and a bunch of the guys had gone over to the jail to break him out. Man, I went over there and told the fellas, 'Let's forget this Wild West stuff. Red needs a rest.' But, of course, the cops figured I was the leader, and they grabbed me. Later that day, the judge says he'll let me out if I listen to my wife. I told him, 'Hell no. I haven't listened to her yet and I'm not gonna start,' " he said, laughing. What caused a national stir was not the incident itself, or a San Francisco Chronicle article that described the events as "the worst 40 hours in the history of Hollister," but a single photograph in Life magazine. It showed a large man guzzling beer on a Harley with a pile of broken beer bottles lying near his front tire. J.D. and Wino to this day are infuriated by the photograph, saying it was staged. Life's one-page layout led to a Harper's Weekly article by Frank Rooney, "The Cyclist's Raid," which led to the Brando movie, which sent the image of bikers downhill faster then a wheelie on a steep hill climb. "I hated that movie," says Cameron. The most glaring discrepancy between the actual event and the movie was that, unlike the film, in which a sleepy town is stunned by an unexpected invasion of a motorcycle gang, Hollister was waiting with open arms for thousands of bikers to converge there. For more than a decade the American Motorcycle Assn. had sanctioned an event in Hollister. So on the Fourth of July weekend in 1947, an estimated 4,000 motorcyclists descended on the city of 5,000. What set that year's event apart from the others was that this time 15 members of the Boozefighters rode north from Los Angeles. Although the Boozefighters were never mentioned in the Life spread or the Brando movie, word of mouth spread. Their name was a perfect fit, and soon all the biking world knew. The Boozefighters had been formed in 1946 at the All American Cafe, a small beer joint on Firestone Boulevard near Hooper Avenue, just north of Watts. Many of the members, including Cameron and Forkner, were married. They were, by and large, a bunch of guys who loved to race motorcycles and drink beer. John Cameron was born in 1915 in Oregon and began racing motorcycles when he was 15. He was rejected for the war because of injuries from a series of crashes. He came down to Los Angeles and bought a small freight train unloading business, where he met William Forkner in 1942. Forkner, five years younger, had grown up in Fresno, where he expanded his early appreciation of fermented grape juice. Survival in the Pacific during World War II developed his zest for kicks. One day, the Army Air Corps took him off his B-24 bomber because it needed him on another. While on a mission over Iwo Jima, he watched in horror as his regular B-24 exploded and crashed. "When I came back, we were hanging out at the club and we figured, 'Let's have fun. This is what we fought to protect,' " Forkner said. The days after the vets came back were "a special time," added Cameron. "People were happy the war was over and we just wanted to enjoy life." Goldie Miller, a Fremont High graduate, met Cameron and Forkner at the All American Club. "They were some real characters," says Miller, 74, herself "a free spirit back then. They just loved to party. They wanted to be big-time professional racers, but that never happened. Sometimes they'd go out to the parking lot and duke it out, then come back in for another beer." Miller was at the Hollister event, but her recollection is fuzzy at best. "I don't remember a whole lot. I was into having fun too. If I was making book, I wouldn't have given any of them a chance to make it to 40. But, really, they were very nice people. And you knew nobody was gonna mess with you if you were with them." * The next year in Riverside, another ruckus promoted the Boozefighters' reputation for wildness. The club continued to be active through the 1950s, then simmered down. By 1970 the aging members had scattered throughout the country. Cameron bought a trucking business and kept in touch with Forkner, who was working as a trucker. Forkner--and Cameron, if heart problems don't hold him back--may be heading back to Hollister. Now a city of 24,000 that bills itself as the earthquake capital of the world, Hollister is already vibrating about the 50th anniversary of the "invasion" next year. Police and merchants believe that as many as 100,000 motorcycle enthusiasts from around the world may converge there on the Fourth of July weekend in 1997. Several groups are vying to put on a trial run celebration this summer. At Johnny's, one of the bars the Boozefighters patronized in 1947, owner Charise Tyson is looking forward to the day when the bikers return to Hollister. "I can't wait. We're gonna do big business," Tyson said. "I'm not really concerned about violence. Heck, even the Garlic Festival (in nearby Gilroy) has its problems." Across the street at Bob's Video, owner Bob Valenzuela is also in favor of the event. "People will be coming here from all over the world because they know about Hollister from the movie," he said. "This is truly holy ground for motorcyclists. It is Mecca." Today, the Boozefighters motorcycle club still exists, but it is centered in Fort Worth. Comparisons to the original club are like comparing the cushy, soft-tailed, muffled rides of today's bikes with the rigid framed, roaring Harleys of old. The club, with chapters in Virginia, New York and California, has strict rules of conduct and members include doctors, lawyers and law enforcement officers. Wino Willie and J.D. sneer at the new leadership. "When I met them they came dressed like business people," Wino Willie says. "Today, it's all about greed. We never made a dime off of this whole thing, and we don't care either." Wino Willie visited J.D. again last week. "He told me, 'Well, Wino, I'm dying,' " Willie said. "And unless he gets this pig valve operation, he will. But he's not a complainer." Cameron, a tall, well-built man, says merely that he's going in for an operation Tuesday. Then he says, "We just wanted to have some fun. And we sure did." One more question lingers. What were the real Wild Ones rebelling against? J.D. pauses for a few seconds. "Well, I guess I'm rebelling against discrimination. Ya know, all kinds, but for me, just because someone's a biker, they got rules against you." And Wino Willie? "I guess it's the establishment that I spent three years fighting for," he says. "You take off the khakis and the blue and put on some jeans and a leather jacket and immediately you become an asshole." My post script to this post is Willie didn't make it back for the 50th before he died. What kind of bike did he plan to ride back? Ducati

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