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Fantastic Four Vol 1 #130

Fri Jul 26 2019

[07:17 PM] Bocaj: I wish that the frightful Four kept losing their female members so the writers would have to keep introducing more female villains [07:18 PM] Wack'd: Ehhh it would inevitably be because they turn face though [07:18 PM] maxwellelvis: Well, I think Thundra's more of a wild card, but [07:18 PM] Bocaj: Maybe they go independent because they realize the others are dinks? [07:18 PM] maxwellelvis: fair enough [07:18 PM] Wack'd: It'd be nice! [07:18 PM] Wack'd: But we've only just now hit the point where folks are thinking "hey, maybe female honorific shouldn't be defined entirely by marital status", so

[07:20 PM] Wack'd: So it turns out Thundra's fascination with Ben wasn't some weird sex thing after all--but it is now!

[07:20 PM] Bocaj: Dammit [07:20 PM] maxwellelvis: He's got kavorka, that rockmonsterman [07:21 PM] Wack'd: Flint tries to murder Ben to keep Thundra from turning face and Thundra stops him, claiming that her sole mission here was to humble and humiliate Ben [07:21 PM] Wack'd: So maybe it was a little bit a weird sex thing [07:22 PM] Bocaj: Thundra tops [07:25 PM] Wack'd: Anyway Wizard decides that with Johnny and Ben down their next task is to destroy the Baxter Building [07:25 PM] Wack'd: I'm sure Collins is gonna be thrilled [07:26 PM] Wack'd: Meanwhile--Johnny! [07:27 PM] Wack'd: Turns out Black Bolt hasn't turned evil, he just wanted to get a word in with Johnny before he saw Crystal, and thought this was the only way to do it [07:27 PM] Wack'd: Johnny...reacts about as well as you'd expect [07:28 PM] Wack'd: Well okay he reacts better than you'd expect. He doesn't threaten genocide this time. [07:28 PM] Wack'd: He just leads the guards on a goose chase [07:29 PM] Wack'd: Intra-issue cliffhanger! Whatever is going on here we're not gonna find out until next issue. Which is lovely because I was planning on taking a break after this. Ah well.

[07:30 PM] Bocaj: Why is crystal still wearing her ff duds? [07:30 PM] Wack'd: Nostalgia? [07:31 PM] Wack'd: Inhuman cosplay contest? [07:31 PM] Wack'd: Budget cuts? [07:31 PM] maxwellelvis: Lost her old costume two Inhuman home bases ago? [07:31 PM] Wack'd: Back to Reed! Who can't focus on his work with all of the drama going on. He hears someone at the door and rushes to get it, hoping Sue or Johnny has returned so he can make amends. [07:32 PM] Wack'd: Reed: Sandman! I should've known! [07:32 PM] Wack'd: Flint: You should've known? That's what you always say--after I catch you flat-footed! [07:33 PM] Wack'd: Reed is incapacitated. Flint wants to know why they don't just murder 'em--turns out Thundra "holds no truck with ungallantry towards the weaker sex." [07:35 PM] Wack'd: So the Frightful Four make their way into Reed's lab to loot it

[07:36 PM] Wack'd: One of Reed's laser cannons goes off on its own, causing the team to presume betrayal--but nope! [07:36 PM] Wack'd: Sue gets some footprints in Pete's paste and is forced to reveal herself. [07:37 PM] Wack'd:

[07:38 PM] Wack'd: Unfortunately, Sue proves to be too much for them, so Wizard takes the low road and threatens Franklin to force a surrender [07:39 PM] Wack'd: OH SHIT HERE WE GO

[07:39 PM] Wack'd: MIRACLE BABY [07:39 PM] Wack'd: (Why didn't you free your mom, kid?) [07:41 PM] Wack'd: Anyway Wizard panics and forgets the Thundra-inflicted "no killing men" rule [07:42 PM] Wack'd: And gets his ass handed to him by Thundra [07:42 PM] Wack'd: Before he can kill Ben [07:42 PM] Bocaj: Good [07:43 PM] Wack'd: Ben frees Reed, Reed frees Sue, Sue frees Medusa. Four on four. Let's do this.

[07:44 PM] Bocaj: The Fantastic Four minus one of the jerks in it plus a Queen [07:45 PM] maxwellelvis: !!!!!!!!!!11 [07:45 PM] maxwellelvis: I think I know what the "End of the Four" they're talking about is. [07:45 PM] Wack'd: I fucking love that Sue's main strategy at this point is inflicting body horror on people

[07:46 PM] maxwellelvis: Sure is lucky Sandman is intensely stupid. [07:47 PM] Wack'd: This has fairly reliably worked on the other villains and even her own family members! [07:47 PM] maxwellelvis: Yeah, but I'm pretty sure they're just weirded out and don't think she's actually disintegrating them like Sandman is. [07:47 PM] Wack'd: Fair [07:47 PM] Wack'd: Reed and Sue get into an argument about whether Sue should be fighting or getting Franklin out of here [07:48 PM] Wack'd: Sue's like "I can do both, Franklin's in a force field" and Reed is like *doesn't say anything because the Wizard ambushes him* [07:49 PM] Wack'd: I'm not sure if Thundra's "applying female stereotypes to men" shtick is good praxis but I'm finding it very amusing

[07:51 PM] Wack'd: Thundra decides to cut it short, fells Ben with a knee to the solar plexus, and engineers an escape for the rest of the Frightfuls in case she needs them later [07:51 PM] Bocaj: Hah [07:52 PM] Wack'd: Medusa's like "hey we kicked some real ass" and Reed's like "maybe we would've done better if Sue had listened to me" [07:52 PM] Wack'd: And then-- [07:53 PM] Wack'd: I'm assuming max guessed right

[07:54 PM] maxwellelvis: Yup [07:54 PM] Wack'd: Well dammit, now I have to keep reading, because I'm intrigued! [07:54 PM] maxwellelvis: I think this is like, the first time Reed and Sue are separated like this. [07:55 PM] Wack'd: I'm really hoping this sparks some real development from Reed, at least short-term [07:55 PM] maxwellelvis: Granted I think your thing was going to happen after Valeria was born, but still... [07:55 PM] Wack'd: Because he's being a massive dick here [07:56 PM] Wack'd: And, like, it's interesting because. I honestly think that if Thomas had just softened this behavior--written off the sexism as a relic of the 60s, simply moved forward as though Reed weren't a dink--I'd be a lot more generous to him now [07:56 PM] Wack'd: Doubling down is by far the more interesting choice--not as interesting as putting Reed in exile instead of Sue. [07:56 PM] Wack'd: But interesting. [07:57 PM] Wack'd: But what happens next will irrevocably color Reed as a character going forward. And I doubt it will be pretty. [07:57 PM] Wack'd: Yeah [07:58 PM] maxwellelvis: Reed being the one leaving the Baxter Building/4 Freedoms Plaza does have interesting implications of its own. [07:58 PM] Wack'd: There's definitely something to be said about the fact that Sue is like "you didn't think of me as a member of the team or as your wife, only as the mother of your child, so I'm going to stop being a member of the team and your wife and just be the mother of your child." That's incredibly clumsy. [07:59 PM] Wack'd: And makes this feel more like a spite move than a principled stand--which is definitely unintentional. [08:00 PM] maxwellelvis: Suddenly I'm picturing Reed being hounded by paparazzi whenever the news of a separation breaks in your thing. [08:01 PM] maxwellelvis: And then the thought just popped into my head, "Would the Daily Bugle be one of the news outlets trying to get in on that?" [08:01 PM] Wack'd: Depends on the writer [08:02 PM] maxwellelvis: I mean, would you see Jonah doing that? [08:03 PM] Wack'd: So let's go into how Reed deals with this. Firstly he projects--Sue *certainly* isn't the one neglecting Franklin. Just a few issues ago Reed completely missed an appointment to go see him, then sent Sue to retrieve hi on her own when Agatha retired. [08:04 PM] Wack'd: He doubles down. He refuses to engage with her critique of his behavior, or say anything to make this more amicable. In fact, he even stops Sue from trying to soften the blow. [08:04 PM] Wack'd: He frames this entirely as her decision, which is nice on an female agency level but means he's refusing to take any for himself. This is his fault. He needs to admit that. [08:05 PM] Wack'd: And then he decides he's going to continue to power around with her little brother? [08:05 PM] Wack'd: Jeez. [08:06 PM] Wack'd: And in the context of the Thomas run as a whole--I gave him shit for his "greatest hits" routine earlier but I think we definitely needed a reminder of what normalcy looks like before he pulls a move like this. [08:06 PM] maxwellelvis: And this is just like a handful of issues into his run, too [08:07 PM] Wack'd: And even if his plot structure is fairly rote, I have to credit him for pulling in Thundra and Kala--the fact that this is kind of a boy's club is clearly on his mind. [08:08 PM] Wack'd: This is actually closer to the end of his first (short, as all 70s *Four* runs are) run than the beginning [08:08 PM] maxwellelvis: Ahh [08:08 PM] Wack'd: Gerry Conway will be in shortly [08:09 PM] Wack'd: Thomas does come back a few times though, for fairly significant spurts of time [08:09 PM] Wack'd: He'll be in and out until 1977 [08:10 PM] Wack'd: So I guess this is kind of the beginning of an era for him? Just one with lots and lots of guest writers [08:10 PM] Wack'd: Which makes sense, he is also editor in chief. [08:10 PM] maxwellelvis: It's the beginning of an era for the Four, at least. [08:10 PM] Wack'd: I'm very curious to see how long this lasts.

#1973 #Roy Thomas #John Buscema #The Main Book

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themurphyzone · 5 years

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Absolutely Disastrous Ch 14

Ch 14: Anchors Aweigh! Setting Sail to Dewford Town!

Milo, Melissa, Zack, Amanda, Lydia, and their Pokémon emerged from Petalburg Woods without serious injury. Diogee had been a huge help in predicting where flaming tree branches and Slakoth would fall, while Milo’s pocket masks were great tools for avoiding smoke inhalation.

Since the local fire departments already had their Water-types combating the flames and rescuing the local wildlife, they didn’t stick around and continued on their way to Captain Jack’s seaside cottage.

“Breaking news! The Rustboro Gym and Contest Hall have been destroyed, the Petalburg Woods is on fire, and Ace Trainer Kayla has nicknamed her Kecleon ‘Cleko’. What a beautiful nickname for a beautiful Kecleon! It’s a better name than before, how fortunate for Kayla and Cleko to experience the bond that unites trainer and Pokémon!”

Melissa muted her PokéNav, which was now reporting the detailed shopping habits of students at Lilycove Prep.

To be honest, it was kinda creepy.

The cottage overlooked a beach, where many fishermen hooked Magikarp and Tentacool. Zack latched onto Milo as a human shield, which made walking up to the cottage awkward.

“I need to lay down a ground rule so Captain Jack doesn’t have an incentive to try and strand us on an island: don’t ask why he has a Chatot instead of Wingull,” Milo said. “He’s a bit touchy about that.”

With that last bit of advice, he knocked on the door and accidentally put a large hole through the middle. Then the rest of the wooden slabs splintered into pieces.

Captain Jack chased Gary around a table, completely ignoring their visitors and broken door.

“Hey, Captain Jack!” Milo waved. “Sorry to interrupt, but when you’re done with your game, could you please take us to Dewford?”

“Milo said you could give us a lift to Slateport,” Amanda added.

“That was the last strawberry, Gary!” Captain Jack complained. “You know perfectly well it’s the last harvest of the season!”

Gary twittered and fluffed his tail in Captain Jack’s direction. “Gary deserve! Like getting on nerves!”

“I’m a reasonable man. I’ll just take the last clementine as payment,” Captain Jack said with a sly grin.

“RAWK! BAWK!” Gary screeched.

Captain Jack finally took notice of Milo and his friends, then quickly clamped his hands around Gary’s beak. Gary flapped his wings in protest. “Gary, keep your fowl beak shut around children!” Captain Jack exclaimed. Gary glared at him. “And no, taking the last clementine does not qualify as cruel and unusual punishment!”

“Uh, sure. Melissa, Zack, and I would like to go to Dewford please. And Amanda and Lydia are heading to Slateport,” Milo said.

“The CEO of Mahlson Corp asked us to do a few favors. Do you know Captain Webber by any chance?” Lydia asked.

Captain Jack frowned. “Ah, yes. The guy who snapped his fingers and claimed it was okay when we capsized on an island because he couldn’t predict the ocean currents properly. The guy who claimed it was okay when he was promoted because his father knows the first cousin of the fleet admiral and I got stuck on potato peeling duty for five years! The guy who opened the oven when I told him not to and utterly ruined my puff pastry so that I could never show my face at a dinner party again!”

“We probably shouldn’t open that can of Wurmple,” Melissa whispered.

“Anyway,” Zack said slowly, hoping to get Captain Jack focused on navigating and not some years-old grudge with a fellow seagoer. “We just wanna head to Dewford and Slateport.”

“Take the plunge! Take the plunge!” Gary squawked.

“You don’t mind if we take Gary’s favorite vessel, right?” Captain Jack asked.

“Nope, we don’t mind at all!” Milo said.

When Gary’s favorite vessel turned out to be a very old and very foreboding ship, Milo realized that his friends cared deeply about their mode of transportation.

“Next time, I’ll be the negotiator,” Melissa muttered, deftly avoiding a loose wooden board that promptly crashed into a storage area below.

Amanda helped Zack into another life jacket. He heavily resembled a traffic light with the three life jackets he’d already donned.

“Don’t you have enough life jackets?” Lydia asked in concern.

“Welcome to the S.S Plunge,” Captain Jack said proudly, kissing the faded lettering on the captain’s door. “No storm, stone, or iceberg can strike her down to Davy Jones! She’s virtually unsinkable!”

Everyone followed Zack’s example and put on another life jacket.

“I’ve never been on a ship that wasn’t sinking before,” Milo admitted as Captain Jack undid the restraints that tied the S.S Plunge to the docks. He caught Zack’s bewildered look, then realized that was probably not the best reassurance to give someone who was deeply afraid of what lurked below. “Sorry, Zack.”

“I’ll be fine,” Zack shrugged. “Though let’s try to keep the fish Pokémon out of the boat, alright?”

“Do you have Jellicent in Hoenn?” Lydia asked. She peered at the ocean closely. “We’re always told to avoid their territory at sea. It’s said they make homes out of underwater ship graveyards, and if you wander too close, they’ll drag you down into the abyss where you’ll never be seen again.”

“We don’t have Jellicent here,” Melissa said. “I’ve only seen them when Milo and Sara begged me to stay for an all-night Dr. Magnezone marathon.” She rubbed her arms in embarrassment. “I was jumpy for days after that...”

“Episode 79: ’The Depths of Bermuda Bay’,” Milo said, grinning at the memory of Melissa clinging to a pillow when the red-eyed Jellicent flitted across the screen. He’d seen her face runaway Camerupt with nothing but a stuffed Snubbull and a lanyard, but seeing her afraid of a puppet where the stitching was highly visible was downright surreal.

That particular episode was infamous for its creepy imagery in the Dr. Magnezone community.

Lydia sighed in relief. “I’m glad. Their tentacles creep me out so much.”

The S.S Plunge shuddered and lurched forward, sending everyone crashing to the floor.

“Sorry!” Captain Jack said hastily over an intercom. “She’s just pulling out of port. We’ll be in Dewford in an hour and a half, give or take a few minutes!”

“Since we have a while, who wants to help me record the events that happened so far?” Melissa asked. “This’ll be a great baseline for the life story I plan to sell.”

One hour later, Milo and Diogee had settled into their niche of driving away hungry Wingull while everyone else helped Melissa remember the important things. They had fun embellishing their run-in with Team Magma in Rusturf Tunnel.

“So then Torchic and Shroomish are hanging on by a thread, an inevitable defeat drawing closer, then Marshtomp suddenly appears to save the day!” Lydia exclaimed.

“Or we could say that Treecko used his speed to confuse them, allowing Milo to swoop in and take both Gary and the briefcase,” Amanda suggested.

Zack rolled his eyes. “Why do all your suggestions involve Milo and his Pokémon ultimately defeating Team Magma? What are Melissa, Bradley, and I doing?”

“You were incapacitated due to the Whismur,” Lydia replied. “Besides, the leader of the group is always the one who does the confronting. The rest of the party usually gets preoccupied with other things.”

“Since when is Milo the leader?” Zack asked.

“Since he got the gene for good charisma,” Melissa replied. “Keep ‘em coming, everyone. These are gold so far!”

“Zack, look! I’m king of the world!” Milo laughed as he ran up to the bow of the ship, spreading his arms wide as the cool sea breeze whipped around him.

Zack stood a safe distance away while Diogee held onto Milo’s life jackets with his teeth to prevent him from falling. Upon closer inspection, the railing didn’t hold much integrity.

Milo stepped back just as part of the railing broke off and dropped into the rippling ocean below. Then the ship lurched again, and Diogee lost his grip on Milo. Milo stumbled over the edge, though his fall was broken by a lifeboat.

“Milo overboard!” Zack hollered. Milo heard Zack’s frantic footsteps as he tried to figure out a way to help.

“Zack, it’s okay! I have a grapple!” Milo yelled, He waved the rope above his head and threw it as far he could. He tugged, frowning slightly when the line didn’t feel tight enough to support his weight.

He pulled back to try again, only to jump out of the way as a blur suddenly crashed into the lifeboat and made the entire structure sway. Milo braced himself against the seat until the rocking stopped.

“Sorry, Zack!” Milo apologized as he removed the hook from the hem of Zack’s jeans.

“The Charmander are singing...” Zack giggled, still dizzy from his fall.

Don’t worry, we’ll get you up, Melissa had texted.

Ten minutes later, everyone clung onto life preservers and tried to keep the saltwater out of their mouths as Captain Jack towed them into Dewford Town.

Dewford Town: Trendy phrases! Trendy surfing! Trendy fishing! Are you on the cutting edge of Hoenn trends?

The billboard featured a supermodel and her Marill striking a flashy pose.

“It’s been five minutes, and I’m already sick of hearing the word ‘trendy’,” Melissa said. “Amanda and Lydia are so lucky.”

Amanda and Lydia only spent enough time in Dewford to change into dry clothes before hurrying back to the S.S Plunge. They hadn’t been interested in exploring since they heard three different people declaring their everlasting love for potion festivals.

Captain Jack agreed to come back to Dewford when he finished taking Amanda and Lydia to Slateport. Thankfully, he had no hard feelings about the damage the S.S Plunge sustained during their little voyage.

Besides, Milo had grown up on Dr. Magnezone. He could handle a little obsessiveness based around trendy sayings.

“BIG LAUNDRY! I NEED MERCHANDISE OF BIG LAUNDRY!” someone screeched into a megaphone.

“Big laundry is so two days ago,” a posh man sniffed. “Potion festivals are in.”

“Potion festivals should be incorporated into everybody’s daily lives!” a woman sobbed. “I can’t live without potion festivals!”

Then again, Milo knew what Dr. Magnezone fans were talking about.

“I don’t know nothin’ about paintings! And we wouldn’t tell ya cause youse obviously one of dem potion festival wackos!”

“We be makin’ ye talk, landlubber!” a familiar voice snarled.

As Milo, Diogee, Melissa, and Zack headed south, they caught a glimpse of a trio in blue bandanas and scruffy, cheap pirate clothing from a Halloween store cornering an old woman against the sand dunes.

“Do you know who we are?” the only woman in the trio taunted, pointing to the skull-like ‘A’ in the middle of her bandana. “Team Aqua, scourge of humanity! We take what we want, and that includes information!”

The third member of the trio remained silent, coolly watching his teammates try to wheedle information out of their would-be informant. His bandana was set low over his eyes, hiding all but his dark, prominent eyebags from view.

Diogee jumped between the old woman and the Aqua members, crouching low and growling.

“I thought Officer Elliot carted you off,” Melissa said to Patchy, who stepped back after Diogee waved his horn at him.

“Aye, but there be only three sea shanties a man can take,” Patchy leered. “I know ye three scallywags. And I be not the forgivin’ type.”

He threw a Poké Ball and released an aggressive-looking fish Pokémon. Zack eyed the razor-sharp teeth warily before sending out Treecko.

“Zack, stick to long-range attacks,” Milo advised. “Carvanha has the Rough Skin ability. Its skin is super abrasive and can really hurt Treecko if you use contact moves.”

Zack nodded. “Don’t worry, we’ll be careful.”

“Mari! John!” Patchy barked. “I be needin’ assistance!”

Mari eagerly jumped in with her Masquerain, and Melissa sent out Torchic to cover Treecko’s weaknesses. Patchy and Mari forgot the old woman entirely, but John intercepted her as she tried to sneak off and whispered something in her ear.

The old woman pointed frantically at a nearby cave, and John let her go with a curt nod. She muttered something about potion festival hooligans before rushing back to town, unwilling to stay any longer than she had to.

“What are you waiting for, John?” Mari called. “Send someone out already so we can crush ‘em!”

John crossed his arms. “Not worth my time and effort,” he grunted harshly. “Unlike you bozos, I choose my battles wisely.”

Carvanha barely managed to intercept a Fire Spin intended for Masquerain.

“And I also pay attention to what my opponents are doing,” John added.

Mari growled. “That was cheap, you brat!”

“Not my fault. You gave me the opportunity,” Melissa shrugged. “Fire Spin again!”

“Oh no you don’t! Use Water Sport!” Mari yelled.

Bubbles formed along Masquerain’s body just as Fire Spin engulfed it. Melissa pursed her lips when the bubbles cushioned the majority of Fire Spin’s damage.

Meanwhile, Carvanha bit down on Treecko’s tail and refused to let go. Treecko winced but didn’t cry out in pain, and Zack was watching the thrashing Water-type carefully in case it flailed in his direction.

“Torchic, get Carvanha off Treecko!” Melissa shouted.

Torchic scored her feet against Carvanha’s side, and it let go of Treecko with an angry snap of its teeth. Torchic hopped from foot to foot, chirping in pain from Rough Skin.

Torchic and Treecko lost their footing due to Masquerain’s Gust, slipping against the sand as they struggled to their feet.

“Melissa, we need a plan!” Zack said frantically as Treecko was hit by a Hidden Power from Carvanha. It didn’t seem to be a type that was super-effective against Grass, but it still did a number on Treecko.

“I’m trying! But she just has to have Water Sport and—Torchic, roll!”

Torchic narrowly avoided a Bubble attack, then sent an Ember at Masquerain. It managed to clip the edge of Masquerain’s left wing, but didn’t do enough damage to slow it down.

“Treecko, Bullet Seed on Carvanha!” Zack ordered.

“He be an annoyin’ one,” Patchy said. “Use Rage!”

Carvanha charged at Treecko, its body illuminated by a dangerous red light. Treecko fired a barrage of seeds to counter, but Carvanha broke through after a brief stalemate and slammed into Treecko.

Treecko skidded across the beach, landing partway in the surf.

Diogee snarled as Zack shouted at Treecko to get up, but Milo held him back. Diogee’s interference would be heavily frowned on by both sides, regardless of their morals.

Torchic held her opponents at bay with Fire Spin for now, but she would eventually be overwhelmed.

“You have to help, Treecko!” Zack insisted. “We can’t let these Aqua goons win!”

“Who’re you calling goon, brat?” Mari snarled. “Just for that, you’re going down first! Finish that Treecko with Gust!”

“Don’t let that Gust hit Treecko!” Melissa yelled.

Ember interfered with Masquerain’s ability to produce a wind blast strong enough to knock out Treecko, but Torchic was wide open for Carvanha.

“Argh, Bite that wee chick and don’t let go!” Patchy crowed.

Carvanha clamped down on Torchic’s head and brushed its fins against her feathers, its Rough Skin crippling her further.

Melissa reluctantly held up Torchic’s Poké Ball, ready to forfeit her part in the battle. Torchic wouldn’t last much longer at this rate.

Diogee took several steps towards the surf, and Milo followed to make sure he didn’t jump into the middle of the battle. Diogee seemed incredibly curious about the white, glowing body lying in the surf. The body grew taller, and a white, leafy projection grew from its head.

“Zack, Treecko’s evolving!” Milo called.

Zack gasped as the white glow faded and his Grovyle’s brilliant green and red scales shone in the sunlight.

Grovyle shook the water out of his leafy tail, then fixed his opponents with a stern glare.

“Can you still fight?” Zack asked.

Grovyle slashed the air in confirmation.

Zack grinned, and while Mari and Patchy floundered for strategies on how to deal with Grovyle, Torchic cried out as a blinding white glow covered her body.

Melissa shrieked with glee as two long arms tipped with sharp claws emerged from Torchic’s torso. “Dislodge that Carvanha, Tor-no, Combusken!” she screamed triumphantly.

Combusken yanked a shocked Carvanha off her head, and Patchy screamed in rage as she drop-kicked it straight into Masquerain. Masquerain squealed as Carvanha slammed into it. Rough Skin dug into its wings, and the ability had suddenly become a hindrance for the Aqua Goons.

“Turn off Rough Skin!” Mari shouted at Patchy, glaring daggers at him.

“Lassie, I would, but-”

“Well?”

“’Tis beyond me mind.”

“THEN FIGURE IT OUT, SEAWEED BREATH!”

Grovyle disappeared, then reappeared behind Masquerain as it shook sand out of its wings. The Grass-type slashed downwards, and Masquerain slammed into the sandy ground, too exhausted to continue.

“That was Aerial Ace!” Milo shouted. “Grovyle knows Aerial Ace! That move is super cool! My dad’s Absol knows it!”

Zack grinned. “Awesome.”

Mari huffed disdainfully as she recalled Masquerain. “Patchy, you better beat them for me.”

But Carvanha stood no chance against a powered-up Fire Spin and Bullet Seed combo and fainted without landing a hit on either Combusken or Grovyle.

Patchy recalled Carvanha, but he didn’t seem too angry with his loss. “Eh, ‘tis a good fight,” he said.

“This isn’t over!” Mari howled. “John, let me borrow your Pokémon! It wouldn’t take much to beat them now!”

“You lost valuable time by taunting instead of attacking,” John stated coldly. “You lost it when your opponents evolved. You didn’t take advantage of Combusken’s Flying-type weakness, nor did you rely on Masquerain’s strengths.”

Mari opened her mouth to protest, but John beat her to the punch.

“My Pokémon don’t tolerate incompetence.”

“Aye. He has a point, he has,” Patchy agreed. “The scallywags won fairly, and ‘tis a disgrace to claim otherwise.”

Mari let out a wordless scream of rage and stalked off. Patchy followed her, though he kept his distance.

“Boy.”

Milo blinked, then realized John was addressing him. It was hard to tell since his eyes were hidden. “Um, me?” Milo awkwardly pointed to himself.

John snorted. “No, the piece of seaweed to your left. Yes, I’m talking to you. You have an Absol.”

Milo glanced at Diogee, whose eyes flitted between Milo and John, unsure of the Aqua member’s threat level. “He’s a great partner,” Milo finally said.

“Keep him close,” John advised. “You might need him a lot sooner than you’d expect.”

“Of course,” Milo agreed.

John trudged away, kicking up sand as he grumbled about his ridiculous coworkers.

“I don’t get those guys at all,” Zack said.

Melissa released Combusken from a celebratory hug and made a note on her phone. “Maybe I should add another charge for every questionable hire Dakota makes for his team,” she mused.

They made a brief stop at the Pokémon Center to heal Combusken and Grovyle, then began asking the locals for directions to Granite Cave. Unfortunately, most of them believed they were either potion festival hooligans or big laundry punks and refused to give them any useful information.

“Is there anyone in this town who isn’t crazy?” Melissa sighed, throwing a rock into the ocean in frustration.

“WHOO-HOO! HEY, YOU ON THE BEACH! MOVE IF YOU DON’T WANNA GET SWAMPED!” someone shouted.

A strange figure rode a giant wave, surfing rapidly towards the beach at an alarming pace. Diogee dragged Milo out of the way as Melissa and Zack took cover behind a cluster of boulders. The wave crashed onto the beach with a resounding roar, depositing a speedboat that had been painted to resemble a heavily fortified castle and its rider on the sand.

The rider took off her helmet and squeezed the water out of her long, blonde hair.

“Veronica?” Milo gasped.

“Long time, no see, Milo!” Veronica grinned. Diogee circled her excitedly, and Veronica laughed as she stroked his head. “Aw, Diogee’s grown so much! You’ve been taking real good care of each other!”

“You know each other?” Zack asked.

Milo nodded. “Melissa, Zack, this is Veronica. She was the best babysitter I’ve ever had! Haven’t seen her in like, a lot of fortnights, but she’s still awesome! And she gave me this backpack!”

“I always wondered why you were attached to that thing,” Melissa remarked.

“Last babysitter standing,” Veronica stated proudly. “I’ve also added pizza delivery girl and Dewford Gym Leader to my skillset. You up for a challenge, Milo? Cause I have a Knuckle Badge with your name on it.”

AN: The S.S Plunge is the name of the ship that takes Dakota to the Island. It’s in the background when Dakota is at the docks and looking for the ship.

ORAS’ default trendy saying is Potion Festivals. Unfortunately, you can’t mix and match to get the dumbest or most risque sayings like in Gen 3.

Team Aqua returns! I was listening to Heroes of Hoenn while writing the battle scene. It helps if you really want that triumphant feeling.

The anime does establish that Rough Skin has an off switch, but Patchy hasn’t figured that out.

Veronica is awesome.

#absolutely disastrous #oras au #pokemon #milo murphy's law #melissa chase #zack underwood

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fcldspar · 6 years

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18, Tyde

tags: established relationship, Boyfriends Doing Stupid Shit, craig and those guys

warnings: (brief mentions of) minor injury

word count: 1403 (oops)

a/n: i’m honestly so so sorry for how late this is AHHHHHH!! i started it nearly a month ago and have been too preoccupied to finish it until today, i hope it doesn’t disappoint!!

[ao3 link]

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It all started when Clyde stumbled through the crowded hallways with Token in tow, their hands clasped tightly together, before barraging into the first empty classroom they could find. Clyde was panting heavily as he shoved the door closed behind them. Token was just confused.

“Dude, what the hell is going on?”

Clyde, still panting, turned to him with wide eyes and a panicked expression. “Craig is in,” a wheeze, “detention for three hours,” another wheeze, “this afternoon.”

Token frowned. “That’s, like, routine for him. What’s the hassle?”

The varsity-clad boy leant on the nearest counter, taking a moment to try to catch his breath and wipe the sweat off his brows before elaborating, “The new planetarium in Denver is opening later and, whooh, the first thirty to enter get, ah, premium membership, so they can, like, phew, enter free of charge and bring friends for free and get discounts at the shops and shit.”

“Oh,” Token replied quietly. While not particularly within his or Clyde’s own spheres of interest he could already picture Craig crossing the days off his calendar in anticipation for it, but if he was being kept at school for dete– “Oh, shit.”

“Exactly.”

“Why’d he go and get himself in detention then, that fucking dumbass?!” Token demanded, although now that he thought about it he didn’t think he could remember Craig receiving any punishments from neither school nor family within the last month. “Like what happened?”

“He overturned Cartman’s lunchtray on his head yesterday. Someone said it was ‘cos Cartman was slingshotting fries at Tweek, someone else said that Cartman had stolen Craig’s own money to buy that lunch, someone else said that Cartman had threatened to poison Stripe. I don’t know, dude, the story changes each time. But the point stands: he’s being kept at school until six and the planetarium opens at four.”

Token scrunched his face with his thumb and fingers into a deeper frown. God-fucking-dammit, Craig, what happened to your restraint?

“Which is why I have a plan to get him out!” said Clyde.

Token looked at him skeptically. “What’s the agenda?”

“What?”

“Why do you care so much about this?”

“He’s my best friend!”

“I’m right here, fucker.”

“Boyfriends can’t and don’t count.”

Token rolled his eyes. “So what’s your oh-so-genius plan?”

“Basically, we’ll pay Stan to dress up as Craig, right, and we’ll tell him to wait in the toilets until Craig comes. Meanwhile, Craig will ask Mr Mackey if he can go piss and Mr Mackey will wait outside. Inside, Stan will be hiding in one of the cubicles and they’ll swap, so then Craig stays hiding in a cubicle while Stan goes with Mackey back to detention. Then we all get the fuck out and get Craig to Denver.”

“Do you take constructive criticism?” asked Token, mentally listing all the factors that could go wrong, Stan and Craig looking nothing alike apart from their hair and Stan’s potential unwillingness to help being a couple of them.

“Nope!” Clyde responded way too happily.

“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had,” said Token, shaking his head. “I’m in.”

[3:11] Token: r u sure craig knows what 2 do

[3:12] Clyde: yes

[3:12] Token: and that stan knows what hes getting into

[3:13] Clyde: duh

At last, Token thought to himself, only two more minutes until Craig’s gonna ask for the toilet. But the purple-clad boy was getting impatient, from his high view of the bathroom beyond the iron grate he could see Stan checking his watch every few minutes and fiddling with his new royal blue chullo, and Clyde was barely communicating. Token still didn’t understand why his boyfriend insisted that they both be present for the break-out when neither of them were really necessary, but then again he could understand wanting to watch it all unfold from the safety of their well-hidden but chilly ventilation shafts.

After what seemed like an age in itself, a new text finally pinged through, shortly followed by more:

[3:15] Clyde: okay he just asked

[3:15] Clyde: lmao mackey’s pissed off that he didn’t go before it started

[3:15] Clyde: wait

[3:15] Clyde: fuck

[3:15] Clyde: hes really pissed man

[3:15] Clyde: he might not let him go

[3:15] Token: UH

[3:16] Token: WHAT

[3:16] Clyde: oh thank god theyre going

[3:16] Token: i hate u sm

[3:16] Clyde: okay theyre gone b on the lookout

Just then, the bathroom door opened with a shriek and in walked Craig. His eyes drifted up to the shaft and met with Token’s, who gave him a thumbs-up. Craig did not respond, and instead approached Stan’s cubicle. They swapped places once both were in, Craig sitting on the toilet with his feet off the ground and Stan tracing Craig’s steps out of the bathroom. Mr Mackey’s voice warbled through the door, “Y’alright in there? Don’t take too long, m’kay.”

Stan simply opened the door and walked out without a word, following Mr Mackey down the corridor. Once the door swung shut with another squeak, Token mouthed a silent “yes” to himself while Craig smirked from his cubicle hideout.

But then the texts started to ring through.

[3:21] Clyde: UH

[3:21] Clyde: TOKE

[3:21] Clyde: GET CRAIG OUT OF THERE

[3:21] Token: what’s going on??

[3:22] Clyde: MACKEY KNOWS

Token just about caught himself from yelling in frustration. He didn’t bother to read the rest, instead he started mouthing at Craig “GO! GO!” while waving in the direction of the door. Craig frowned at him, to which he waved and pointed more urgently. But still Craig did nothing.

“You absolute dumbass,” muttered Token as he pushed at the vent grate. It swung up and open, but not quickly or quietly enough for his liking. He squeezed through and jumped down to the tiled floor just as a new text pinged through.

[3:23] Clyde: FUCKING RUN MAN I CAN SEE HIM WALKING DOWN THE HALLWAY

Token threw open the cubicle door to see Craig’s bemused face. “Fucking run, dude! Mackey’s coming!” Finally catching onto the urgency of the situation Craig followed him out of the door, both of them wincing at its piercing screech. They turned the corner just as they heard stomps from the hallway, before a booming “Craig! I know you’re hidin’ in that bathroom, m’kay, and you better come out if you don’t wan’ detention for a week!”

How he hadn’t heard their footsteps, Token had no idea, but he felt no inclination to complain as they turned another corne-

“Look at him go,” whispered Clyde, watching as Craig gazed up at the constellations splattered across the skies displayed above. The theatre was packed but silent if not for the occasional rattle of a crisp packet, all completely captivated as meteors shot across inky darkness, satellites and moons alike danced around lonely planets, stars blinked down at them as if they themselves were the quiet watchers.

Well, all but Token. He was looking, but not above.

It didn’t take for Clyde to notice. “Dude, that’s gay.”

“The pot calling the kettle black.”

“What? I’m not black…”

Token had to roll his eyes at Clyde’s legitimate look of confusion. “It’s an expression, dumba-.”

“Will you asshats shut the hell up?”

Craig was already halfway to the gift shop by the time Token and Clyde dawdled out of the theatre.

Token grabbed his boyfriend’s arm, stopping him in his path. “Two questions: one, are you sure you don’t need, like, a hospital or something? You can barely walk.”

Clyde rolled his eyes. “I mean, I did bust a ventilation shaft in the ceiling and fall like ten feet to the floor right on my ankle right as you guys were rounding the corner.” He took one look at Token’s bemused expression. “I’m fine, man, it’s all good.” He took the taller boy’s hand and they continued their easy pace to the shops and exit area, clasped hands swinging between them.

Token wasn’t finished. “Two, why did you do it?”

“Well.”

“Clyde.”

“You know how premium members can get discounts for all the shops and bring friends for free and shit?”

Token nodded.

“Well…” Clyde tailed off. As he pointed to the new planetarium’s only restaurant, the words Taco Bell proudly emblazoned over the entrance.

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for those whose requests i haven’t completed yet: i’m sorry, a bunch of stuff (mostly family drama) has been happening in my personal life leaving me feeling incapacitated in basically all ways. i shall get to them, it may just take a bit of time!!

(send me a pairing and a number and i’ll write you a drabble!)

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tyranttortoise · 7 years

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Hey I know your probably super busy but I just wanted to ask if you could make a super short story on tumblr of you meeting stretch cause i really ship you guys i was just wondering what would happen if you ended up meeting each other. Your amazing Senpai!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just wanted to tell you that.

*A chance to self-insert myself with Stretch and incorporate my x-ray headcanons that no one asked for in one go? You know I’m all over this! Also, thank you, my sweet anon-kohai!

*Oh man, lemme lay some first person on you guys. I’ve been writing in second for so long that this felt all kinds of wrong.

As I walked through the ER, I glanced down at the order in my hand, wondering what I was about to walk into. The registration was woefully incomplete, with only a placeholder “John Doe” name and a generic birthday, so I wasn’t sure what sort of patient to expect. Usually, those sorts of placeholders were used if the patient was incapacitated or in some sort of traumatic accident–yet the doctor had only ordered an x-ray of the forearm, instead of the usual chest and pelvis films.

It was probably a drunk without an ID that slipped and fell. Wouldn’t that just be my luck?

Either way, from the cast cart situated outside the room, it seemed like they had already fixed the fracture without getting x-rays beforehand. That’s weird, but I shrugged it off. They probably had films done at another hospital.

I knocked on the door to announce my presence, and then swung it open, my usual speech already on my tongue.

“Hey there, I’m Ty–”

The sight inside the room caused me to trail off, my professionalism wavering. There were two people inside, one seated on the edge of the stretcher with his sleeve rolled up and a bright blue cast on his arm–obviously my patient–and another clinging to the man’s opposite arm and wailing.

“I’M S-SO SORRY! IT’S ALL MY F-FAULT! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO PAPY NOW?!” the crying man asked, his grip tightening protectively on my patient’s–Papy’s?–arm.

I was so thrown off that I completely blanked for a moment.

These two men were skeleton monsters.

Monsters had separate hospitals–healers, magic, and all of that fun stuff–so, any that were mistakenly brought to ours were immediately transferred out. We simply didn’t have the means to treat them. I’ve never had one as a patient, and they haven’t exactly been welcomed with open arms into my city, either. I’ve seen a few here and there, but never…

Never skeletons.

“Sorry,” I blurted, brushing the hair back from my face in a nervous gesture. I dropped my gaze to the order clasped in my hand, as if I could glean some sort of new insight, but really–I just wanted to try not to stare.

And boy was that difficult.

“I’m from X-ray. I’m just going to get a couple of pictures of that arm,” I explained, while the distraught man sniffled.

“PICTURES?” His brow furrowed. "WHAT’S X-RAY?“

"Pictures of, ah… bones,” I replied, noticing the way my patient’s grin suddenly widened. From the look on his face, I could tell he was amused.

“considering i’m a skeleton, i’d say i’m pretty photogenic,” he claimed, which made me relax. Oh geez, at least we’re addressing the elephant in the room.

“They just want to make sure the bones look all right inside the cast,” I mentioned with a smile, since the other man still looks so baffled. I could only assume that’s why they would order the x-ray of a skeleton monster.

“IT’S NOT GOING TO HURT??”

“Nope, won’t feel a thing.” I turned my attention back to my patient and opened the door wider. "We’ll just go down the hall, Mister… Papy?“

"papyrus,” my patient corrected, standing from the bed. He chuckled and shrugged slightly. "you can call me stretch, hun.“

There’s something about his lazy smirk that made me blush, and oh man, he’s a skeleton, and I needed to get it together.

"I’M COMING, TOO!” the other skeleton insisted, standing as well, but Papyrus stopped him with a gentle hand to his chest.

“nah, bro, you can stay here. it’ll only take a minute.”

“BUT–!”

“just relax and watch some tv, ok?”

He looked as if he wanted to protest further, but as soon as his eye(lights?) shifted to the cast on Papyrus’s arm, he deflated and nodded.

“hey.” Papyrus set his good hand on the other’s shoulder, his expression gentle. "i’m ok.“

"ALL RIGHT. I’LL SEE IF I CAN HURRY UP YOUR RELEASE FROM THE HOSPITAL WHILE YOU GO TAKE PICTURES TOGETHER!”

I didn’t correct him, instead marveling over the gentleness Papyrus showed him. The other skeleton still seemed distraught, his cheeks a strange shade of blue–just like the tears prickling the corner of his eyesockets–but he managed to smile brightly.

When we stepped into the hall, Papyrus closed the door behind us.

“sorry ‘bout that. that’s my bro, sans. he’s never seen me hurt before.”

I lead the way, though couldn’t help trying to sneak glances of Papyrus’s bones. Most of them seemed to be covered by his oversized orange hoodie, but he was wearing shorts, and from what I could glimpse of his knee and tib/fib, the anatomy looked strikingly similar to a human.

“It’s no problem. It’s sweet of him to worry about you. What happened to your arm?”

“i’d rather not cast blame.” He winked, lifting his cast slightly, and I realized he just made a pun. Gentle, charming, and funny? He’s hit all my weak spots. "it’s nothing i’m too broken up about.“

I grinned like an idiot. I even slowed my pace from what my friends call my 'hospital speed’ to meander beside him. He’s easy-going, in no hurry, and even with his slouched posture, he’s much taller than I am.

"You’ve never broken a bone before?”

He shook his head. "first time for everything. have you? i heard human bones can break pretty easily.“

"No broken bones here. Are monster bones stronger than human ones?”

He shrugged. "dunno. a lot of monsters don’t have bones, but probably. never seen a monster break anything.“

"Really?” I couldn’t keep the surprise from my voice–and slight disappointment. X-raying monsters and seeing how different their anatomy is would be so interesting! I opened up the door to the x-ray room, twisting to face him while he follows me inside.

He grinned wider. "yep. hate to break it to ya, hun, but this may be your only chance to x-ray a monster.“

"Well, I do have to admit, out of all the monsters out there, the fact that I’m x-raying you is kind of hilarious.”

“almost as if you already have x-ray vision, huh?”

“Pretty much, yeah. Have a seat here… Stretch.” He’s charming enough that I tried out the nickname he gave me, only for Papyrus to hold my gaze the entire time he moves to sit down. There’s something about his grin that made me feel a little nervous, and I hoped my face didn’t look as red as I thought it did. It certainly was hot all of a sudden.

On the end of the table, there was a digital detector already set up, the x-ray tube positioned over it. Papyrus rolled up the sleeve of his uninjured arm, exposing the bones of his radius and ulna–and I couldn’t help but stare. The anatomy looked just like a human arm, although his carpal bones were more solidified.

He had me a little confused, so I pulled the order sheet out of my pocket to check which arm was ordered–but he only looked amused. "so, is it broken?“ He held up his uninjured arm, quirking a bony brow. How was he even able to move his brow ridge, anyway? His skull doesn’t even have any sutures along the top; it’s all just smooth bone.

Oh god, I’m staring again.

"Legally, I can’t tell you. I just take x-rays; I don’t read 'em.” I shrug, reaching over him to grab onto his casted arm and slide it into the center of the detector.

He chuckled. "honey, it isn’t an x-ray. it’s my arm.“

I definitely started blushing now. Shit, from the way his lazy grin curved up around the edges, his eyelights twinkling with mirth, it must be one of those obvious, fierce blushes.

Can skeletons blush?

Now isn’t the time to find out, c'mon.

"Also not a doctor,” I insisted, trying to concentrate, but… dammit, it was hard when he kept looking at me with that grin. His voice was low and smooth, and I found myself wanting to hear more puns.

I positioned his casted arm and then fixed the collimator light on the tube to encompass all of his forearm. He watched intently, flexing his phalanges outside the cast. I don’t even really need to touch his hand to get him in the right position, but… I’m curious. So, I reached out and touched his fingers under the guise of straightening his arm. His bones were smooth and warm.

“ever touched bones before?” he inquired, and I felt as if he were trying to fluster me–to call me out for my curiosity. Instead, I just smiled and met his gaze with a shrug.

“A couple of times, actually.”

His smirk faded, and he gave me an incredulous look. "seriously?“

"You’d be surprised.” With him flustering me, I start to walk back to the console behind the wall to shoot the x-ray, but then I notice the lead shield is still on the table. "Whoops. Hang on, lemme lay this in your lap.“

He leans back a little, keeping his arm in place as I lay the heavy lead across his pelvis. "what’s this for?”

“Protection. It keeps the x-rays off you.” I gave him the vague speech I give the curious kids without a second thought. However, Papyrus doesn’t buy it.

“why’s it only across my legs then?”

Eh, he’s an adult; I can go into more detail. "It protects your reprodu–… ah…“ I trailed off awkwardly when I realize again that he’s a skeleton.

Does he even have…?

Papyrus’s grin turned absolutely shit-eating. "my…?”

So much blood rushed to my face at once that I felt light-headed and absolutely mortified. Why did I have to be so awkward? "Your reproductive organs,“ I stated, trying to regain any sort of professionalism despite the fact that I’m burning right now. "The radiation we use is minimal, but it’s still for the best to always be protected.”

I can’t meet his gaze anymore.

“yep, guess there are some bones that need protection.”

Does that mean he does have..?

Hoo boy. I nodded, humming my assent as I turned around and went to the console. By now, a few other techs have started peeking around and making loud, surprised noises over the fact that my patient’s a skeleton. I swung an arm back at them in an effort to make them shut up, and when I glanced through the window to the exam room, Papyrus is waving at them with his good arm.

“Don’t move, all right?”

“sorry. that spiel about protection was just so moving i couldn’t help it.”

Someone help me; I can’t stop laughing.

I took the x-ray and waited for the image to pop up on the screen. I’ve gotta admit, I was curious to see how badly he broke his arm, as well as how the ortho doc fixed it. Would the bones really stay together inside the cast, or did they plate it with some wire and then cast it so the bones wouldn’t shift? Will his bones heal at the same rate as a humans, or does magic speed up the process?

The image that pops up on the screen was unreadable.

It was bright white and blurry, as if his arm had been moving, with faint grays where the cast outlined his arm. I stared at it for a moment, while my other coworkers moved to try to peek around my shoulder.

“how’s it look? break it to me gently.”

“Uhhh…” If it’s white, that means the x-rays didn’t go through it, and I didn’t see him move his arm. "Lemme try the next view.“ I walked around the wall and hold my arm out straight to simulate the positioning. "Gimme a karate chop.”

Papyrus complied, though he seemed skeptical. "did the first picture take?“

"You might not be as photogenic as you thought,” I responded with a shrug, which brought his grin back. I reached out and grabbed his hand, rolling his thumb back slightly in an effort to get his bones directly on top of one another. As soon as I let go, Papyrus rolled his hand back in.

I grabbed his hand and rolled it back again. "Keep it like this,“ I instructed, and his fingers lightly curled around my thumb.

"if you say so, hun,” he replied in that smooth, low voice, and I reluctantly pulled my hand away. That look clearly stated that I’m blushing again, that he was aware of what he was doing.

I headed back to the console and took the second x-ray, bumping up the settings in an effort to penetrate his bone. Just like the first, it turned out bright white and blurry. "It can’t be a mechanical issue because my marker showed up…“ I murmured both to myself and my nosy coworkers, pointing at the R beside his cast, denoting which arm it is. Papyrus seemed concerned by the way I was staring at his films, so he scoots the chair back and stands, setting the lead shield on the edge of the table.

"is it ok if i come back there?” I nodded, and Papyrus turned the corner to look at the x-rays. He stared at them for a moment, before shrugging, seemingly unperturbed. "welp i ulna see a white blob.“

"Looks like your bone is different than a human’s,” I responded, feeling a little disappointed. Maybe it has to do with his magic? Magic might not be able to be penetrated by radiation. Or maybe his bones are just comprised of something radiopaque–it could be a number of things.

“ah well, it’ll be ok. monsters heal fast. i just came because my bro insisted, anyway,” Papyrus remarked with a shrug. He’s definitely one of the most chill people I’ve ever met, I’ll give him that.

“Well, that’s all I can do. Lemme walk ya back to your room.”

I lead him back into the hall, and even though the x-rays didn’t work out… I felt reluctant to take him back. Maybe it was because he was the first monster I’ve actually spoken to for this long, and that’s interesting. Or maybe it’s because his bones are fascinating.

Or maybe it’s because he’s funny and seems kind toward his brother, and my stomach actually twisted when he looked me in the eye and grinned.

“so… what time do you get off work?”

I faltered in my steps and nearly tripped. Is he asking what I think he’s asking?

Unfortunately, I work late.

“Midnight,” I replied with a wry smile.

Papyrus hummed, slowing his steps. "do you like pancakes or donuts?“

"Love 'em both.” My heart’s racing.

“welp, i know a place that stays open 24/7. muffet’s.” Papyrus reached into his hoodie’s pocket and handed me a wrinkled card.

stretch sentry odd jobs

A phone number was listed below.

“text me if ya wanna grab a bite to eat. trust me, you donut want to miss the food.” He winked, and I found myself thinking that I really didn’t want to miss out on the company, either.

“I might take you up on that. For the food, of course.”

“hmm… i think i might be able to take x-rays now.”

“Why do you say that?”

Papyrus grinned, leaning in close to me as we approached his room. With his mouth directly beside my ear, he murmured, “because i can see through you.”

#undertale imagine #self-insert #underswap papyrus #oh shit look at that first person perspective #and look at all of this unnecessary x-ray information #i have to admit that i've thought about what it would be like to xray a skeleton monster #so this is something i've had on my mind before #this was supposed to be short #but it practically turned into a one-shot #oh well

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