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zer0pm · 11 months

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Imagine working your first night in the village tavern and serving a drink to a man you catch sitting by his lonesome. He accepts your kind gesture and engages you in conversation. You didn’t realize you were talking to Lord Heisenberg until it was too late.

“Got a tall one with your name on it.”

The silver-haired man simply glances up at you from his seat, bright eyes switching between your smiling face and the full mug you’ve placed in front of him. The bored expression he wore previously relaxes into that of mild intrigue.

“I didn’t order that,” he says, amusement in his deep voice.

You shrug casually, “It’s on the house.”

When he didn’t say anything right away, you proceeded to explain yourself. “Barkeep mentioned you haven’t ordered anything since you got here. I figured I could spot you a round. Hope you don’t find it rude.”

To your surprise, the man chuckles, returning your patient smile with a toothy grin. “Can’t tell if you’re brave or just straight-up fucking strange. But you are definitely interesting, I’ll give you that.”

You tilt your head curiously, unsure of what to make of his comment. Perhaps, this stranger is one of those lone wolf types that rarely engage in social interaction. However, that didn’t seem correct. He seemed more like the type that enjoyed talking, if not just to hear the sound of his own voice. He has such a distinctive voice too, you found, the rich baritone hitting strings inside you that sent shivering notes tingling down your spine. You shudder not out of fear or anxiety, but out of genuine fascination.

The stranger takes the mug you’ve put down for him in one of his hands, lifting it by the handle and bringing it to his lips before tipping his head back. It gave you an opportunity to look him over. As you suspected, he is large in build. Burly and robust but not overly ripped in muscular definition. He looked strong and undeniably imposing, shaped by hard, laborious work. You imagine that if he wasn’t holding the mug at its handle, he could wrap his thick, calloused digits around the cup with ease. The loose shirt he wore had the sleeves rolled up, exposing several wiry scars that adorn the back of his hands and forearms. They varied in length and size, barely faded by time, and matched the old wounds that ran across his rugged face.

Questions danced upon your tongue on how he got his scars, but you thought better of it and bit them down. He looked different from the other men you’ve seen in the village and had a unique air about him too, one that you would be able to immediately spot in a busy crowd. He was quite handsome, in a rough sort of way.

The man must have noticed you staring for when you brought your eyes back up to his, he was already looking right at you. His bright gaze remained locked onto you even as he sets the drink back down with a quenched sigh, a devilish tongue swipes the excess liquid from damp lips before withdrawing behind wolfish teeth. The ends of his mouth tugs upwards, putting his canines into full display. The damn man is smirking again and his eyes had a knowing, teasing gleam to them. Feeling like a deer caught in the headlights, you bowed your head to hide the embarrassment burning on your cheeks.

Suddenly feeling incredibly shy, you take a step back. “I-I’m going to see to my other patrons, then. If you need anything else, just-”

“What’s your name, buttercup?” He cuts you off. There is an edge to his tone, as if daring you to move from your spot before him.

Buttercup? He’s giving you a petname? Is it derogatory or is it a genuine term of endearment? Either way, it made your face burn hotter.

Overwhelmed with the need to answer him immediately, you gave the stranger your name without a second thought. He repeats it in a low, slow drawl as if testing and savoring the sound on his tongue. Your heart picks up speed and you spoke up again in a futile attempt to calm the rapid beating.

“What’s yours?”

Like flipping a switch, the air between you two suddenly shifts. The wide smirk he wore falters and his brows furrow. These few words seemed to have disarmed him as the grey-haired man beholds you with a piercing glare, searching your face for any signs that you are joking or something. You could do nothing but stare back, balancing on the balls of your feet nervously. When he found that you were sincere in your question, he grasps his bearded chin thoughtfully.

“Intriguing,” he comments, his expression deeply pensive. His reply didn’t relieve any of the tension you were feeling and you wondered if you somehow offended him for not knowing who he is. “Are you local?”

Unable to fathom where his line of questioning was heading, you decided that it was best to answer him honestly as you have been doing thus far. “Uhh, yes, of course. Born and raised. Although, I’m not from the immediate area, if that’s what you mean.”

A thick silver brow arches. “So, I take it you’re not the religious sort, then.”

You shake your head. There was no helping the guilt taking root inside you. Clearly this man thinks that his identity should be apparent to you. Thinking about it, he does look sort of familiar but you couldn’t quite place him. You wished then that you paid more attention to the people around you in the weekly sermons.

“Not really,” you rub the back of your neck sheepishly. “I rarely went to church. Not that I don’t follow the black faith, mind you. I just have other priorities. Life can be hard in the village, you know how it is.”

When he didn’t comment on this, you followed up with your own inquiry with the intention of making polite conversation. He mentioned religion, so…

“Are you a pastor?” That seemed like a logical thing to ask. But surely if he was leading the mass, you’d have remembered him right away. Maybe you simply missed each other in passing. You can’t shake the feeling that you do know him somewhere.

A bellowing laugh erupts from his throat. The man bends over on his seat, banging the wooden tabletop with a clenched fist as zealous humor consumed him. You didn’t notice that the rest of the tavern went completely quiet at his spontaneous outburst. When he finally sits back upright, he was in tears.

“Damn, you’re adorable!” He sighs deeply, his grin wide as he wipes the water from his eyes. “Do I look like the kind to give fucking sermons, buttercup?”

Again with the petname. You weren’t bothered by it this time. If anything, you took the lighthearted turn in the conversation as a good sign, pleased to see that the man looked like he was enjoying his time with you. Even at the expense of your embarrassment.

Deciding it best to play along, you returned his good humor with a playful smile of your own. “Looks can be deceiving.”

He scoffs, “Can say that again. Guess not everyone in Miranda’s herd is a sheep.”

You didn’t quite register that. “Excuse me?”

His hand waves off your question dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. You…”, the grey-haired man leans back against his chair, his lopsided smile bordered on teasing. “You get to call me Karl.”

A surprised hum escapes you, you didn’t expect a man so interesting to have such an ordinary name. Thankfully, he didn’t seem offended by the involuntary sound. Remembering you had a job to do, you throw him a courteous nod.

“Nice to meet you, Karl. I really should check on my other customers. Is there anything else I can get you?”

He casts you a playful look, “Are you on the menu?”

Although you were standing still, you nearly tripped over on the spot and tried to save face by quipping back. “Ha ha. Think you’re so smooth.”

Karl shrugs, reaching for the mug once more and inspecting the contents lazily. “I prefer to be rough. But no, I think this will do. For now.”

Your brain shut down after “rough” and you were quick to retreat back to the bar, ears turning red upon hearing his knowing chuckle as you created distance. So distracted by the maelstrom of emotions swirling inside you that you failed to realize that the usual hustle and bustle of the busy tavern was completely void of sound. A loud bang of what sounded like someone slamming their hand against the wood harshly is all that it took to bring life back into the room and the patrons returning to their own devices. This somehow went under your notice too. You did not regain your wits until the barkeep you were working with for the night snapped his fingers in front of your face.

“Oy! New blood! Didn’t I tell you not to bother that one?” he reproached you. Was that panic in his eyes?

You blink back at your distressed coworker. “If it’s about the free tankard, I’ll foot the lei. Everyone else looked like they were having a fine time besides him. That didn’t seem right to me.”

The frantic man shook his head fiercely, “Whether or not he is enjoying himself isn’t any of our business. He could very well be plotting his wrath upon this establishment for what you did!”

The excitement that was bubbling within you before is now replaced by confusion. “Why would Karl do that? Who is he?”

The barkeep’s face falls into that of pure shock. “Are you completely daft!? He’s-”

He chokes. Suddenly, his expression pales to an alarming shade of white. From the corner of your eye, you spot a large shadow looming and felt an imposing presence from your side.

You turn your head to see the man from before standing next to you. But this wasn’t the Karl that you spoke with earlier. He had the same face but wore more clothing- more distinct articles of clothing that made you freeze on the spot upon recognition. Afterall, who could ever miss the signature dirty trenchcoat, or the dark, round glasses, or the well-worn hat of Lord Heisenberg himself? Who dares not recognize one of the four nobles that rule over the village with an iron fist? Evidently you.

He didn’t meet your eyes right away, instead he had a deathly glare directed right at the barkeep who was now quivering in his boots. “Because I’m in a good mood,” the lord began, voice descended into a low growl, “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear what you just called my new friend.” Lord Heisenberg then looks down at you behind black lenses, his demeanor shifting from threatening and terrifying to playful and pleasant.

His smile returns, seemingly wider than before, likely because he knows that you know who he is now. “Thanks for the drink, buttercup. I’ll see you real soon.” He pushes his shades down the bridge of his nose, winking at you before tipping his hat in an exaggerated head bow. With heavy footsteps, he takes his leave, not giving a second glance.

Your eyes followed him and lingered on the door he went through long after he left. There was a deafening silence. It filled the tavern for what seemed like an eternity before it was broken by the clanging of the metal tray you once held in your hands.

The lord of steel was here in the flesh. And you were talking to him so carelessly. And he was flirting with you so shamelessly. This was not how you expected your first day on the job to go. And he declared he intended to see you again.

You’re in deep trouble…

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twoeyedshockwave-lol · 9 months

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Real chapter 4 lol

(Mild cursing)

It was quiet in the sewers today. There wasn't the usual sound of clamoring pipes or the rush of filthy water trickling down to the floor. It was just quiet, too quiet some would say.

All of a sudden, a deafening and annoying laugh echoed throughout the sewers, breaking the silent tranquility that only lasted for a bit. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHhhhhhhh, YOU SHOULDEVE SEEN THE LOOK ON HIS FACE!" A person laughed while shoving a woman beside them against the sewers wall. "Will you SHUT UP SAGE? You're gonna cause another cave in!" The woman scolded sage while gaining back her balance. Sage rolled her eyes at the woman "finee whatever. Forgot you were a buzzkill." Sage scoffed and kept walking down the sewer hall with the woman.

Sage was shorter than the woman and had short and frazzled hair. their most distinct feature about them was the multi-colored goggles that they wore on their head and a prosthetic arm that used to belong to a handyman. They wore torn-up clothes and pants that were too big for them, the only thing that kept them up was a piece of rope and their loose belt that held rusty tools on it.

The woman on the other hand had long and straight hair that fell to her shoulders. She wore a white collared shirt and black pants that fell to her ankles, the only distinct thing about her was her face which had a scar that ran across from her forehead to her cheek.

"Let's just hurry up and finish our job." The woman mumbled and pulled out a small light bulb from her pocket. "Fine." Sage pouted and also pulled out a hand full of tiny light bulbs. The woman rolled her eyes and propped up a step stool near the rounded and cracked wall of the sewer.

The two changed the lights that were strung up on the top of the sewer halls. "Does it have to be the rainbow ones?" The woman asked Sage while screwing off a broken bulb, "Well, we don't want newcomers to be scared of how the tunnels look down here." Sage responded as they handed the woman another bulb. As they were changing bulbs they heard a noise from above. They heard what seemed to be footsteps from the shed above. the woman looked at the ladder which led to the manhole above and looked back at sage. "It's probably just Felicity." Sage scoffed and went back to work, the woman on the other hand kept her gaze at the entrance.

She then stepped off the step stool and grabbed it. Sage looked at the woman with confusion. "What's wrong Sandra?" Sage asked while coming up behind her. Sandra crept towards the manhole above while Sage followed behind. "I don't think it's Felicity. I heard multiple voices." Sandra whispered back at Sage. The manhole above then came off revealing a bright spotlight from above. Sandra then held the stool like a weapon and held her ground, Sage on the other hand hid behind Sandra with a hammer in hand from her toolbelt.

Then something fell from above, crashing onto the floor and splashing filthy water everywhere. The thing grunted and struggled to get up, Sandra and Sage were startled and were prepared to fight the figure. "WAIT!" The figure yelled and reached for the light switch, they revealed themselves to the two. Sandra then realized who they were and dropped the stool she was holding. "Maria? Holy shit I'm so sorry." Sandra apologized and ran to go help her.

Maria was helped up by the two, "Sandra, Sage, thank God you guys are here." She said, her voice was shaky and she was breathing heavily. Maria was noticeably anxious. "I-i think he's gonna search our house." Maria started hyperventilating making the two wonder what the situation was and tried to calm her down. "Woah woah Mari! What happened up there?" Sage asked while helping Maria sit down on the edge of the sewers walkway where there wasn't as much water. Sandra then looked up at the manhole opening and looked back at maria, "what do you mean by he? Who are you talking about." Sandra asked Maria while Sage tried to confort her. Maria then looks at Sandra with pure fear and grips the ground. "The... the friendly shadow is here. I don't know how they know about our location." Maria stuttered looking straight down at the floor.

Sandra and Sage look at each other in disbelief then look back at maria. "Okay...okay... uh." Sandra mumbled while tapping her foot on the wet cement. "Okay, Maria I need you to- Sage what the hell."

"PFFTT- I'm so sorry- WHAT HAHAHAHAHA- you're talking about that one dude from tv? He exists - that's HILLARIOUS. HAHAHHAAHA, haha...ha?" Sage blurted out to the two, breaking the tension, leaving an awkward aftermath. Sandra looked at Sage with pure disappointment. "Yes....he does exist... but THAT'S NOT THE POINT DUMBASS," Sandra yelled at Sage, making them retaliate back to the sewer wall. Sandra sighed and became calm again, "Okay. Maria, I need you to go inform Charles and the others." Maria nodded but paused for a bit. She then broke her silence "I will... but what are you and sage gonna do?"

The tunnel became quiet again for a brief moment. Sandra looked at the entrance above and walked toward the ladder, she basked in the dim light from above highlighting her scar and her eyes. Sandra then sighed and looks back at the two with a serious expression, "I will kill him." Sandra proclaimed to the two. She then turned back to the ladder, getting ready to climb it. "Sandra wait." Sage halted her before she could even put her foot on one of the bars. "What the fuck is Charles gonna say about this. You know that-"

"Charles is too soft sage. We need to do what needs to be done. We can't have another problem like last time."

"But Sandra," Sage argued and stood their ground, "Sandra, what if Charles gets angry that you killed him? Or worse, what if he survives." They continued their argument and grabbed Sandra's shoulder. There was a long pause between the two as Maria stood up behind them. "We can't go in blind Sandra." Sage argued and their tone began to become more defiant and louder, "But we can't wait any longer. We only have so much time before the friendly shadow finds out about us!" Sandra countered and her voice became louder in return. Sage then gripped her metal arm, "Yeah yeah I get it, you also lead this rebellion. But that does not mean that you're entitled to make every decision on your own!" The two then met eye-to-eye. They both scowled at each other trying to assert dominance before Maria broke their tension.

"Hey, we don't have enough time for you two to argue, There's a big matter at hand right now." She said while pulling the two away from each other. "I'll go inform Charles about the arrival of the friendly shadow." Maria continued while letting go of the two. "We're gonna try and figure out a way to get shadow out of here." Sage responded as they reached for the ladder.

"No." Sandra barked and pulled Sage away from the ladder. "The hell you mean no? You're not my mother Sandra." Sage protested and tried to reach back to the ladder. Sandra jumped in front of her and started to climb the ladder. "Hey! Ugh, asshole." Sage argued while falling back a little into Maria's arms. Sandra climbed the ladder and reached the entrance to manhole. She then crawled through and entered the shed. Sandra then stood up and started to drag the cover over the hole. Sage then gained their balance and looked up from the entrance of the hole meeting eye to eye with sandra from above.

"Fucking dumbass! You don't even know what you're doing! You don't even know how to kill a robo-" Sandra cut off sages yelling by putting the cover back on the hole. She stood up and looked around the beaten and broken-down shed. "It's been a while since I've been up here." She thought to herself as she grabbed a dirty sheet of fabric and draped it over the manhole.

Mr felicity sat down on his couch anxiously fidgeting with his hands. He looked around his living room and tried to avoid any eye contact with the friendly shadow who sat in front of him. Shadow took note of his anxiety and started with a friendly question to start with "I love how you decorated your living room." He smiled and looked around the room. "Oh, yeah uh. Mhm yes... lovely isn't it..." Mr. Felicity responded as his voice cracked.

The walls were painted a grayish blue and there were many photos of Mr Felicity's family and many paintings of landscapes hung up on the wall. The couch that Mr felicity sat on was a muted yellow. In fact, most of the furniture in his home was that shade of yellow from the couch to small decorations. The only other shades were a dark brown grandfather clock that sat in the corner of the living room and a light green plant that sat in the other corner.

"I just have a few questions for you, sir. that's all," Shadow said and sat up in his uncomfy metal folding chair. Mr felicity adjusted his mask and nodded while visibly shaking in his seat. "Be more friendly, we want true answers from him. Don't we?" Hive encouraged shadow on the intercom inside his head. Shadow then nods to himself and takes off his coat revealing his metal arms and his body. He places his coat on his lap and adjusts the tie on his suit. "What are you doing? I said to be more friendly, not take off your coat!" Hive argued on the intercom, shadow couldn't respond to her so he simply just tried to ignore her complaints.

"Oh, I've never seen you without your coat on sir," Felicity said and his shaking became more tame. "You look more...human? I'm not sure if that's the word." He continued becoming calmer with his tone. Shadow looked surprised at Felicity's comment and even cracked a smile at it too. "Ah! Sorry was that offensive? I mean I didn't mean anything bad, I just was- well- I'm sorry if that was offensive."

Shadow then chuckled under his breath, "Oh no, it's okay I'm not offended." Shadow prepared to say something else when Hive interrupted his train of thought "Oh shadow, you're not here to make friends, are you?" she said in a degrading manner, almost like an owner telling their pet what to do. Shadow's face said it all. He frowned a little and sat up straight again. Shadow then cleared his throat and looked at Felicity. "sorry, we got off track." Mr. Felicity sighed and began to fidget with his hands again. "so...what we're the ehm, the questions." he continued with his voice cracking and him stumbling on each word he spoke. "right." shadow nodded and sat still.

"we've heard some reports from the handymen that you've been rather... Frantic towards them?" Shadow started with his first inquiry, the reason why he was there. "ah... Yes, sir, I know my behaviors have been str-strange but I can assure you I am alright." Felicity's stutters became more and more obvious with each word he said. "I know sir, I jus-"

"I've just been struggling with stress. My wife is pregnant with our third child and well I guess that's why people are concerned about me and why I've been on edge lately." Felicity blurted and cut off shadows sentence again. Shadow waited for a second before saying his sentence "I, understand sir and that's why I came here just to check."

"he's lying." hive muttered in the intercom. "hahaha! He's such a bad liar~" she continued and her tone became fun and cheery. "don't trust him just yet." she kept adding to her sentence until Shadow kept hearing overlapping voices repeating liar over and over again in his head. Shadow was irritated by Hive just bickering with herself again, but all he could do was just ignore her.

"Okay." shadow muttered and glared down at the coffee table in front of him. Shadow then asked his next question and changed his gaze back onto Mr. Felicity, "We've also received a report from a few months ago that you may have ties to an uprising against Autodale?"

Felicity held his breath for a second. He then started to shake again, but this time it was more violent and noticeable and His breathing became heavy. "is this true Mr. Felicity?" shadow continued with a puzzled look drawn on his face. Felicity couldn't look Shadow in the eye anymore, he was engulfed in anxiety. He looked around the room until his gaze landed on a sharp golden decore that sat upward on the coffee table.

"it...it isn't true s-sir." Felicity stuttered again while keeping his gaze on the pointed item.

"Okay." shadow hesitantly said. He took note of Felicities' responses and debated in his head whether to either search the house or leave. "and...one more question sir..." Shadow hesitated again. The room was silent and only the sound of a door opening and closing filled the air.

Mr. Felicity's breathing became more and more heavy and loud beneath his mask. His shaking became more violent, making the couch shake as he shook.

"do you know anything about this uprising?"

Mr felicity couldn't even respond with words. He was too anxious to speak. He started to sweat under his mask and it dripped down to his chin. Shadow then became extremely suspicious of Mr felicities behavior. "sir are you-"

"NO."

"no." Felicity blurted out in fear. He then tried his best to gather himself so that he could speak. He then tried to gulp in his fear "I'm. I'm sorry, I'm alright. I-i meant no to your question. The first one y-you asked." he continued stuttering. He then tried to stop shaking and tried to have his anxiety come to a halt.

"search his house shadow," Hive said in a serious tone. "he's hiding something from us. It could be the rebels." she continued. Shadow then sighed and stood up from his chair. "thank you for answering these questions, sir," Shadow said calmly. Felicity then sighed in relief. It was finally over.

"but... I have to search your house just to make sure you were telling the truth."

"wh-what?" he stumbled and began to sweat again. A flood of anxiety rushed in and he began to panic. His breathing labored again but this time it was loud. He began to shake again and his vision blurred behind his mask.

Shadow then put his coat back on while he still faced mr felicity. Felicity then sharply moved his gaze to the object he was staring at earlier. He didn't even think about what he was about to do. He then grabs the golden sharp object making shadow jerk back in defense.

Shadow then reaches for his revolver just in case and that's when he was caught off guard.

He felt a sharp tugging pain in the wires from behind his head. He yells in pain as the wires were tugged out of his skull. Sparks flew everywhere fraying the collar of his coat. Felicity jumped backward as he watched the shadow being torn apart by a woman's hands. Shadow's expression changed from being in pain and shock to still and a seemingly dead face as the glow from his eyes went out and turned grey. Shadow then fell forward on the ground, and the last thing he saw was a blurry image of Mr Felicity standing there in horror as it all goes black.

The woman from behind then held the wires in her hand as sparks danced around Shadow's body. She looks down and kicks his leg to make sure that he was truly dead. "San-Sandra?!" Felicity gasped and drops the object onto the floor. "hm. That was easier than I thought." she said out loud. She then drops the wires on the floor and grabs shadows legs. "hey can you help me carry this thing down in the sewers?" Sandra sighed while dragging Shadow's body toward the back door.

"I- what- uh- I have so many questions but yeah I'll help you..." Mr. Felicity scoffed and wondered why that was so easy for Sandra to do. He then looks back to the cowboy hat that lay on the floor and the torn-out wires scattered across the tiles. He goes back and picks up the hat and walks out of the back door pondering what would be happened if Sandra didn't step in.

(@call-me-casual @kitkat-katty @somebodytolove31 @shiningshard and @all autodale fans)

#autodale #friendly shadow #dead sound #alternate universe #fanfic writer #fanfic #took a little break #hella long chapter btw-#Pulled an absolute clutch at 5 am on this chapter-#I rest now :>

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