@anomalystudy from X

"Well, then why does it feel like I'm always getting the short end of the stick in these tiffs?" The borg folded his arms. He didn't like to argue with his creator, but it was hard for him not to feel at least a bit frustrated under the circumstances. He had thoughts too and he'd appreciate if they were taken into consideration more often.

"Name one time you admitted I was right then?"

@musesofepicoriginanddesign

"Oh, Doctor Marbles. Come out, come out where ever you are," Hacker sang as sat in front of the Wreaker's giant monitor. The image on the screen was of an amateur animal trap only instead of a piece of steak or cheese underneath was a cold box of Chinese take out. The perfect lure for his nomadically inclined creator.

Unfortunately he had failed to notice one of his dunderheaded henchbots had his rear end on the microphone button. So much more a surprise attack.

@calmlythrilling from X

It's fine. He's already loaded all the coffee mix with Nyquil.

This guy was starting to spook him out dragging his feet along the place like a manifesting specter. Don't expect him to carry you to bed though. You're getting the floor.

@alabonshay

“What in corroded circuits is the hold up?” Hacker muttered as he pulled the Wreaker’s microphone up to his face. “Get a move on you duncebuckets!” Could his lackluster lackies fail to do something as simple as pull the plug on a ghost site? His finger hovered over the Wreaker’s laser controls, itching to start firing regardless of whether the site was still hooked up.

“We’re trying, boss!” Buzz said through his wrist communicator. “But there’s someone down here.”

@gctta-pace from X

"Certainly," said the borg, giving not a thing away. Instead of elaborating, he simply took an arm and placed it around her shoulders, pulling her in.

"I presume myself would be sufficient."

@anomalystudy from X

H-Hey! Get those bristles out of his face. They itch!

“Motherboard assign you to janitorial duties?” He sneered once able to get a word in. “And after you’ve spent so long away. Shame.”

@wiickedwitch from X

“Just as evil? Ha! You wish,” he scoffed. The witch had always had a way of igniting his competitive side. “There are few in the Cyberuniverse capable of toppling The Hacker at his own game. That includes you, my sweet Wicked.”

He grunted as she claimed the seat on his lap as if it were her personal throne. “Alright, what did you want to say to our future legions?” he said, his face flushing hot.

@dreamsofalife from X

"Moi? Ruin? I can't see how when I was simply greeting an old friend. It's not my fault the girl was such a flake."

@dreamsofalife from X

It's too late as he sneezes like a sputtering motor rising from his position crouched in the grass and bushes. "Wicked isn't in there, is she?” he asked, still trying to peer in through the curtains. “Go in and scope while I canvass out here."

@dreamsofalife​

"HE HAS A CRUSH ON YOU, YA NERD."

“W-what should I do?!?”

@wiickedwitch asked:

*drapes self across his control panel*

“Careful—” The nerves that welled up his chest when he spotted what she was carelessly flaunting herself atop of caused him to gasp and hiccup at the same time. “That’s the one that activates the disco devastation ray.”

As if on queue, a disco ball dropped down from the ceiling, showering in multi-color neon lights. This was followed by a dance track blasting out from the ship’s speakers. “Wicked, please come down from there,” he begged as a confirmation pop-up appeared on the computer screen.

@dreamsofalife​ from X​

“Only the help of your stomach,” the minotaur chortled. “The herd ‘ave been ‘specially cooperative this year so I thought I’d share the harvest. Don’t want too many of these things on the market at once.” He explained tapping the side of one nostril with his hoof. “Ever had buffalo cheese?” 

@le-boid​ from X

“Per child?”

“Show me your math.” No way he was trusting numbers crunched by this bird.

@dreamsofalife​ from X

“I don’t have bones, although the sentiment is appreciated.”

@cxnscience​

“Look at her go!” the villain hollered, peering out from under the shade up his beach umbrella at the machine his henchmen had just installed beside him. “Synchronize your wrist watches, boys. In a couple of hours. We’ll have enough sun for year round tans at the Northern Frontier.” 

Satisfied with the state of the scheme, he sat back in his lounger and started sipping at a tall glass of lemonade while mumbling to himself. “Suck... sap... sap the sun from Solaria. Sunless Solaria. Mmm...” he played with the wording a bit more before looking down at his third and latest companions, the cricket. “Enjoy the view, Jim?”

@oddlies​

“Hey! How did you get in here?”