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0vergrowngraveyard · 2 months

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The day had started pretty average all things considered.

Eggman had decided to attack yet another poor, defenseless village but at this point, that was pretty common (as depressing as it was to admit).

It was a peaceful little spot. The village was pretty small and had its own little beach a few miles away. Why the doctor had decided to attack this place out of any village on Mobius was beyond Sonic but hey, why question the bad doctor’s plans when he can just wreck them?

Which is exactly what he and his team, Tails, Knuckles, and Amy, were doing. Knuckles had decided to get off his island and pay everyone a visit for once in his life so when word got out about Eggman’s attack, Sonic had to bring him along.

Y’know, just for some fun.

The gang had managed to drive Eggman’s attention away from the village and solely onto them. Sonic, Knuckles, and Amy took care of the badniks on the ground while Tails handled a few of the larger flying ones in the Tornado.

At this point, they were just fighting on the beach. It wasn’t ideal for the hedgehog, but it was away from the village at least, and that’s all that mattered. He could begrudgingly sacrifice a bit of comfort in order to keep the people safe.

Didn’t mean he wouldn’t audibly complain about it though.

“Why’d you have to choose a beach to fight at, Eggy? D’you know how hard it is to get good traction on sand?” He charge up a homing attack and shot through three buzzbombers, “Actually, now that I think about it, you probably wouldn’t!”

“Aren’t you the one who led us over here?” Knuckles asked, punching a hole straight through a badnik and tossing it into another one which exploded on impact.

“Maybe, but Eggman’s the one who attacked the village so it’s ultimately his fault!” Sonic responded. Knuckles couldn’t argue with that.

Amy slammed her hammer into the ground, a shockwave taking out at least six of the robots. “Is it just me, or are there a lot more badniks?”

Sonic paused and looked around.

Yeah, there were definitely more than usual, but it was nothing they couldn’t handle!

He pulled up his communicator, “Yo Tails! How’s it going up there?” He asked his brother. The Tornado was flying over the ocean, keeping a lot of the flying badniks away from the ground fight.

“Not too bad!” He pulled on the yoke, driving the plane upwards as two bots crashed into each other. “What about down there?”

“Easy peasy!” He pulled his hand away to spindash through a bot before continuing, “Though it doesn’t exactly reach lemon squeezy criteria.” He held back a snort as he heard the kit groan.

“You sound stupid, I hope you know that.” the fox said.

“I second that,” Knuckles added, “though I’m not entirely sure what this fight being simple has to do with peas or lemons.”

This time, Sonic did laugh, to which Amy spoke up about, “Leave him alone, Sonic. It’s just a saying, Knuckles!”

“Once again, your figures of speech make little sense. Why do they all involve food items?”

Sonic opened his mouth to quip back at the echidna when an explosion rang out, echoed in the communicator.

“As much as I’d love to participate in explaining Mobian phrases to Knuckles, things are getting a little dicey up here! I’ll talk later!” Tails said, performing some tricky maneuvering around a few bots as they exploded.

The Tornado had been getting further and further away from the shore.

“Alright bud! Be careful!” Sonic said, taking notice of how far the biplane had suddenly gotten.

“You too, guys!”

“Don’t know the meaning of the word, lil’ bro!” The hedgehog responded as he lowered his communicator, bringing his attention back to the fight at hand. He could almost hear the kit lecturing him about his hypocrisy from the biplane.

The fight on the ground went on for about 10 more minutes. The three had started making a game out of it. Who could throw/smack Sonic into the most badniks in a row? Amy ended up winning when she sent him flying through five badniks in a row croquette style. Her reward was bragging rights, of course.

As Sonic was recovering from being tossed around like a ball for the past few minutes, he decided to have a chat with the old doctor.

“Ayo, doc! You’ve been a little quiet!” He yelled out, “Is this a defeat silence or a disappointed silence or-“

“Quiet rodent. I’m waiting for the finale.” The doctor said, pressing a few buttons on his control panel and muttering something under his breath.

Sonic laughed as Knuckles and Amy walked up behind him, the former keeping his eyes on the Tornado as it was still fighting off a few of the bots.

Were they getting more aggressive?

“Finale? You mean when I knock you on your butt and—!”

(It all happened so fast.)

There was an explosion, a big explosion. It was loud enough to echo through the entire area (or had it just been amplified in his mind?).

He didn’t register Knuckles cry out and bolt towards the shoreline. He didn’t register Amy pulling up her communicator and screaming at the person on the other end to respond. He didn’t even register Eggman’s triumphant laugh as he said words the hedgehog couldn’t hear.

The world moved in slow motion as he turned his head towards the water just in time to see the flaming body of the Tornado crash into the ocean, sinking to its depths.

Time froze. The world around him muted. He stared at the spot the biplane had crashed.

(It happened too fast. Everything just needed to slow down.)

He couldn’t breathe. A suffocating sense of dread blindsided him, smothering him alive and he didn't have the strength to fight back. His heartbeat pounded in his ear and his legs itched to run.

To run away from the entire scene. To run and not look back because maybe, just maybe, if he didn’t look back, that would mean it never happened. That everything was fine. They would go back to the workshop later and bicker and have movie nights and play fights. They’d complain about one another’s habits and laugh together.

He’d lecture the kit about his sleep schedule (or lack thereof) and drag him to his bed. He’d tuck him in and the kit would later wander into his room after having a nightmare and the two brothers would snuggle up together, fighting off the bad dreams that tormented the little fox in his sleep.

That would all happen. It would. It had to.

It had to because if it didn’t, that would mean Tails was really…

Tails was…

(He just needed the world to slow down. Just this once. He wasn’t ready to catch up yet.)

He didn’t realize he had walked waist deep into the ocean with Amy having to hold him back. Knuckles had tried to swim to the wreckage but soon realized it was a fruitless endeavor.

The crash had been too far out.

There was no way to get to Tails.

All Sonic could do was stare out across the body of water he feared so intensely. It was a fear that was ingrained in him.

The ocean didn’t care about who or what was in its depths. If it wanted to keep you there, it would, and there wasn’t much you could do about it. Especially someone like him who sank instead of floated.

The dark depths were always out for him, wrapping its hands around him and tugging him further and further down whenever the opportunity made itself known. It was like the ocean was determined to make itself his final resting place. It joyfully filled his lungs with water and never allowed him up for air.

There was one person he could rely on to get to him before the water did. One person he knew that could fight off the thing keeping him down.

But that one person had just had his small body grabbed and dragged under by whatever malevolent force lived in those waters. Never to resurface.

It was as if the ocean was laughing at him. Annoyingly tapping at his waist with waves as if to say, “Hey, look what I just did. Did you see that?”

Of course he saw, how could he have missed it?

How could he miss the sight of the biplane he took with him from Christmas Island, the plane that allowed him to meet the kit in the first place, crashing in a flaming wreck and sinking to the bottom of the ocean, taking his little brother along with it?

The waters laughed at him.

They bragged about how they were the ones holding the kit instead of him. That their hands were running throughout the fox’s soft, golden fur, surrounding him in his final moments.

They teased him about how he’d never be able to hold him again. His hands itched with the feeling of his kit’s fur beneath them. He wanted to find him, to rescue him from his captor. Even if he was taking his final breaths, he wanted them to be in the arms of someone the fox trusted more than life itself. To tell his kid how much he loves him and how much he meant to all of them. That he would be missed.

But the kit was alone.

And that’s exactly how the ocean wanted it.

…

Knuckles didn’t know how much time had passed and frankly, he didn’t care.

He didn’t want to think about it because if the kit hadn’t gone quickly in the initial explosion, then the alternative would’ve taken time. Minutes he could’ve spent swimming to get to him. He should’ve been able to get to him. He was an incredibly fast swimmer, he should’ve been able to get out there.

As the seconds went by, the already cavernous pit in his stomach grew tenfold. He tried not to think about the fox kit who was alone in the cockpit of his beloved biplane, possibly conscious and just waiting for his time to come.

He didn’t want to think about the youngest — one of his first friends, someone he had grown to consider to be a younger brother just as the hedgehog had — in that scenario. It wasn’t right, not after all the kit had done for them.

He had managed to pull Sonic a little closer to the shore. The blue hedgehog had fallen to his knees, no longer being able to carry the weight of what just happened. It was haunting, the way he just stared at the horizon. Never in his life did he think he’d see the hedgehog in such a state of despair and defeat.

Then again, he never even began to imagine something like this happening. Not to Tails.

He pried his eyes off of the grief stricken big brother and looked beside him.

Amy wasn’t doing much better, her head was in her knees, fist clenched and body tense as she cried. She was sobbing her heart out. He could only imagine the thoughts going through her mind.

He looked at the sand in front of him and closed his eyes out of respect for the kit, a few tears he didn’t even know had formed slipped down his cheek. His mind flashed with memories of the fox kit, from the one of him first arriving to Angel Island with his hyperactive yet silent blue brother all the way to the call just a few moments ago.

It wasn’t right, they (Sonic) had just been teasing the echidna about his lack of knowledge for common Mobians phrases. How could this have happened? Why did this happen? Why was there no heads up or warning? It was all so sudden and they didn’t even have time to process anything.

Knuckles knew it was foolish to question why people died, he was the last of his kind for crying out loud, he should be used to this.

Except he wasn’t. The kid may not have been an echidna, but he was still part of his tribe. His family. They all were.

And their tribe had just lost their youngest. Their little golden ball of sunshine. The kid who could brighten an entire area with his laughter and knock someone’s ego down several pegs at the same time. The kid he for the longest time just assumed was magical because of how skillful he was with machines, creating their communicators out of seemingly nothing just so they could stay in contact with each other. He created incredible defensive mechanisms and weapons just to keep people safe. He was only 8 years old.

He had done so much for them, and this was how they repaid him? How the world repaid him?

How dishonorable.

#fic #finally finished this holy shit #sorry not sorry #i think this might be the one time my inability to smoothly transition between plot points actually works-#talking about how sudden death can be and all #anyway #happy wednesday :)#i’m coming for you next marie #miles tails prower #sonic the hedgehog #unbreakable bond #the brothers ever #knuckles the echidna #amy rose #they’re a tribe your honor

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waveypedia · 4 years

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“I’m in love…shit” the quintessential gyro

Gyro never meant to get attached to Fenton.

If he had known the bumbling, awkward, cheerful coworker would carve out a little nook for himself in Gyro’s heart, Gyro would have fought his superiors twice as hard on hiring an intern.

He had already given every excuse he had, but Scrooge was worried for him alone in the lab day after day, and the Board was tired of shoving precious funding at doomed inventions that blew up in their faces.

(Gyro was tired too.)

But somehow Gyro’s sheer force of will wasn’t enough, and he ended up saddled with the literal ball of sunshine and energy that was Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera. The duck essentially transformed into a mini hurricane in his precious lab, wreaking havoc and wrecking Gyro’s concentration. He never seemed to tire, both physically and emotionally, no matter how much meaningless work and hurtful insults Gyro threw at him.

Gyro never remembered dancing on Dr. Akita’s heels and shoving his thousand inane ideas in his mentor’s face. Yet Fenton greeted Gyro every morning with his too-bright grin and a plethora of new ideas. He followed Gyro around the lab like an unwanted puppy, asking a million questions a minute, forcing Gyro to multitask and make mistakes on his precious inventions. He also seemed to have a special knack for popping up in Gyro’s personal space right as Gyro was about to finish an important and tenuous process, startling him and, more often than not, making him mess up and have to start over.

Gyro did not regret making the bathroom his workspace, which was rather immature by his standards, but Fenton took it in stride, just like everything else. He didn’t even realize right away! What an idiot.

Although, the personal space and questions may have been the only characteristic of young Gyro that Fenton didn’t adopt. Despite them having zero similar physical characteristics, the younger duck served as a painful window to Gyro’s past self.

Gyro… didn’t really know how to handle it. He certainly was no Akita; he lacked his old mentor’s eerie calmness and quiet confidence in spades. But Fenton was unmistakably Gyro, but a Gyro lost to time, a Gyro that crashed and burned and died twenty years ago.

Sooner or later, something was going to to go horribly, terribly, miraculously wrong. Something was going to break Fenton’s spirit forever. It would break him, like how 2-BO broke Gyro, and how the Spear of Selene ensured he would never recover.

Fenton was just a disaster waiting to happen, and as Gyro’s intern, Gyro would most likely be there for his failure. The thought of essentially watching a repeat of 2-BO from the outside, watching Fenton’s unshakable friendliness and passion crumble and shatter irreplaceably, terrified him. It was like watching a horror movie with dramatic irony, where the audience knows about the killer but the characters don’t, and the audience just watches them die slowly one by one, with the sickening sensation that something bad is about to happen and there’s nothing they can do to stop it.

Truthfully, there is something he could possibly do. He could talk to Fenton, but the thought of laying all his failures and terrors bare on the table terrified Gyro. For all his scientific genius, he is a disaster in a conversation, and not even Fenton’s inconceivably strong friendliness can save him. He can’t go to Mr. McDuck about it, because his boss would probably tut gently and pat Gyro’s back awkwardly and spout nonsense about rewriting history and we can handle it and good on you, lad, you care about him!

Wait. Since when did Gyro give a shit about Cabrera?

Only because watching Fenton skip and stumble down his old path, knowing only disaster and hardship awaits him at the end, felt like someone cut open old wounds that never really healed.

He didn’t care. No, sir.

And then, the unthinkable happened.

When Gyro, Fenton, and a few of the McDuck clan ended up in danger, Fenton hotwired Project Blatherskite. It was still under construction and never meant to be used as anything vaguely resembling a superhero, but here they were.

“How could you be so stupid?!” Gyro snapped at Fenton over and over in the aftermath, but he was drowned out by the adrenaline-infused praise of his peers and Beaks’ creepy hero-worship. Scrooge, Dewey, and Launchpad seemed to have somehow developed the idiotic idea that Gizmoduck was prescisely the superhero Duckburg needs, and that Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera was just the duck to wear the suit. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Like all well-written dramatic irony, Gyro saw the picture fall into place before it happens. The Gizmosuit will be Fenton’s downfall the same way 2-BO was Gyro’s. His intern was about to crash and burn, and there was nothing Gyro could do about it since no one seemed to listen to him.

He felt like screaming and screaming until his throat was hoarse and his voice was gone, but it wouldn’t make a difference.

He was only a kooky, crazy scientist with a sharp tongue and a pessimistic, nihilistic worldview in their eyes.

So he took matters into his own hands and fired Fenton and the first sight of heroic activity.

Really. A robotic suit built by Gyro Gearloose supposedly protecting a city? Yeah, please. Gyro may be an idiot but he’s learned from his mistakes. He knew Gizmoduck would be Fenton’s 2-BO already, thanks universe. He was just trying to minimize the damage. Fenton would have to get hurt whatever happens, but at least maybe the city of Duckburg can remain standing for another day. Unlike Tokyolk.

But the firing blew up in Gyro’s face, and Scrooge, crazy and reckless old man he was, hired Cabrera back. As a fucking superhero.

As soon as Mr. McDuck was out of sight, Gyro slammed his back against the hospital wall outside of Fenton’s room and let his knees give out, sinking into gravity’s embrace on the cold, hard floor. He buried his head in his hands, bunching his fingers into fists under his glasses. Hot tears pricked against his eyelids.

He had failed. Failed to protect Fenton from the casualties of the Gizmosuit. Failed to stop it from happening again, with more fatal results next time, despite his vehement protests.

He was going to watch Fenton’s spirit get crushed, or worse, watch Fenton die, in this stupid suit, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Fenton’s scary mom came around and berated Gyro for firing her son and letting him get into danger. Gyro wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or cry. He had been trying to prevent Fenton from getting into danger!!

“Have a heart,” Officer Cabrera had snapped at him. “See if you can find the ability to actually care a little bit about my son.”

That’s why I did what I did, Gyro wanted to scream. And then he froze, because he doesn’t care about Cabrera.

Does he?

Oh fuck, he does.

Gyro would have buried his head in his hands had it not already been there.

Caring only makes it harder.

He cared about Dr. Akita, and 2-BO, and look where that got him. He cared about Della, who was lost to space because of an invention Scrooge trusted him with making. He cared about Lil’ Bulb, which got him stolen by Mark Beaks and twisted into a trashy piece of tech that nearly killed them all.

He still cares about all of them.

As time went on, and Gizmoduck became a household name, no one seemed to catch onto Gyro’s fears. Not even when Fenton nearly died, twice in five minutes, and Gyro had to rebuild the entire suit from scratch instead of letting Gizmoduck die out like a sane person. Not even when Mark Beaks’ insane obsession with Gizmoduck ended with Huey and Webby in danger, Gyro himself locked in a closet and electrocuted (he’d very much like to have a talk with Ms. Dee for that offense) and Fenton’s secret identity in the hands of a very dangerous woman. All so Beaks can feed his stupid ego.

Gyro’s daily nightmares, once filled with images of 2-BO wreaking havoc on Tokyolk and Della vanishing from any and all communications permanently, had a new element to them. Fenton, sometimes in his Gizmosuit, sometimes without, dies and fails and breaks in a million different ways each time. Gyro woke up screaming every night. It never got easier.

He can no longer play at not caring about Fenton.

Then Della came back, crashed a Spear of Selene outfitted with more gold than original parts, but it was a Spear of Selene all the same, and it brought Della, alive and well. The Spear of Selene had doomed her, but Oxy-Chew had saved her. When Della squeezed all life out of him in a tight hug and then punched him in the arm because black licorice, Gyro?!? Seriously?! Gyro didn’t know how to react.

He had always thought his invention killed her, but it turned out to have saved her.

Gyro’s worldview, previously unshakable, was suddenly rocky, cracks winding through the foundations, with this discovery.

Maybe his failures weren’t as black-and-white as they seemed. Maybe he wasn’t an irredeemable monster.

Maybe Fenton won’t fail at all.

It all came to a head one day when Huey brought 2-BO, somehow alive but malfunctioning, into his lab. Gyro shoved down his long-lost, precious memories of 2-BO in Akita’s lab before he- it- destroyed the city it was supposed to protect. They returned to the site of Gyro’s greatest failure, where he broke the way Fenton might will soon, and Gyro’s careful plan falls apart.

Just like the Spear of Selene, Gyro realized he was wrong. Tokyolk’s destruction was never his fault. It was never his failure or his weight to bear. It was Akita’s, not his or 2-BO’s.

And when he rises from his slapfight with his former mentor to see his invention, riddled with Akita’s corruption, towering over Fenton, helmetless, injured, and vulnerable, he had a lot of decisions and epiphanies to come to in a split second.

2-BO- Boyd- was not evil. Gyro wouldn’t let Akita’s tampering bring death and destruction to Tokyolk, again, and to Fenton.

Tokyolk may have never been a true failure of Gyro’s, but he still won’t let Fenton fail here.

He brought Boyd back in a way he never would have thought of previously. He had acquired a kid now, and that means it’s time to come clean to Fenton.

His intern- no, coworker- accepted Gyro’s terrors more easily than he expected, and somehow weaseled Gyro into promising to call him the next time he has a nightmare.

Gyro didn’t expect to keep that promise, but he did. And he called again, and again, and again.

And somehow that turned into a budding friendship, one based on a mutual passion for science and care for each other.

Because Fenton cared about him, Gyro realized one day with a shock, the same way he cared about Fenton.

Gyro buried his head in his hands and hoped he was done with heart-stopping epiphanies. But he wasn’t, not yet.

He had one more to go, and it came at one of Mr. McDuck’s fancy company parties that his kids and Mrs. Beakley had weaseled him into spending a lot more money than he would have liked. Gyro allowed himself a small chuckle at his boss’ indignation before he dragged Fenton off to make fun of all the frivolities of the party.

As he and Fenton pushed their way through the mingling crowd towards the food table, Gyro hapazarded a glance back. Fenton, clad in a white-and-lavender tux that he had blushed and fingered at Mrs. Beakley’s inspection of it before the party, claiming it belonged to his father. But it fit him well, and accented the soft color of his feathers. The warm yellow light of the candles and chandeliers did as well, and as Fenton passed Launchpad his face lit up in a brilliant smile that warmed Gyro’s heart and brought a small smile of his own to his face.

Then it dropped just as suddenly.

I’m in love… shit.

Gyro stiffened and dropped Fenton’s hand, causing the aforementioned duck to immediately pause his quick greeting to Launchpad and whip around towards Gyro, his beautiful face twisting in concern. Gyro waved him off and sprinted away, ignoring Fenton’s cries of protest and worry, and dove into a small storage closet stocked with brooms and mops. (Mrs. Beakley would be furious if she found him here.) He slammed his face into his hands and dropped into a crouch on the floor.

Stupid, stupid, stupid…

How on earth was Gyro supposed to handle this?! He had just gotten used to Fenton as a coworker and friend.

Surely Fenton would resent him if he confessed and upended their already tenuous relationship.

A small, hesitant knock sounded on the door. Gyro groaned. Ugh, speak of the devil…

“Uh, Gyro?” Fenton’s voice drifted through the door. “Are you in there? I thought I saw you run in here… I could have lost you in the crowd, but you kind of stand out… I know you don’t like parties, but it’s not like you to run off unless something’s really wrong…”

Gyro stayed poised on his toes to run, despite the fact that he was trapped in a tiny supply closet with nowhere to go. He didn’t trust himself to reply, so he stayed there silently, holding his breath in anticipation.

After a moment of silence Fenton groaned and dropped his head against the door. The bang startled Gyro, his already-racing heart speeding to new heights.

“Ugh, stupid. Talking to an empty supply closet.” Fenton muttered to himself. Gyro’s heart ached, especially since he really was listening.

“Fenton, it’s okay. I’m in here,” he called nervously. His voice was quiet, never rising above a whisper, but somehow it reached Fenton’s ears and he heard the other duck slump against the door in relief.

“Oh, good. I was worried about you, Gyro,” Fenton replied softly. Gyro thought he might have heard a bit of affection in his tone, but he scoffed to himself. Obviously not.

Fenton was an idiot, but even he wasn’t enough of an idiot to actually care about Gyro. Not in the way Gyro apparently cared about him.

Ugh, love was stupid. Harder to figure out and navigate than friendships, and that was saying something! And it was on its way to destroying one of the only precious friendships Gyro had managed to secure.

Ugh. If only he was aromantic like Huey, who had nervously come out to him recently. So much easier.

(Huey would happily debate him on this later for sure.)

“Gyro?” Fenton called again, and Gyro realized he had never replied to his worried coworker. Another failure.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” he replied back awkwardly. His tone was stilted and hesitant in a way that juxtaposed his usual unshakable aggressiveness and bluntness, which gave Fenton pause and only made him more worried.

Fenton hesitated for another moment before calling a worried goodbye and ducking away, probably to find Della or Mr. McDuck. Gyro groaned and cursed his own misfortune.

He knew he cared about Fenton, and he had for a long time. So why did it have to get infinitely more complicated?

He pulled out his phone to text Della and Launchpad. They both had been through many relationships, and knew the ups and downs well.

Gyro sighed heavily and rubbed at his forehead in frustration.

Somehow he’d figure this out. He just had to make sure his stupid feelings didn’t get in the way of his friendship with Fenton.

Since there was no possible way Fenton could reciprocate them, right?

HI I FINISHED A WRITING REQUEST FOR THE FIRST TIME IN TWO YEARS DFGHKL;LKHGFGHKL LET’S GO this actually isn’t one of the old ones i got it recently so it doesn’t feel like a full victory but we’ll get there!! I’ve actually been in major writing block recently so I wasn’t expecting to write today, but I woke up this morning with this idea and wrote this in two hours (which is why it’s so bad sdfghgfd) but i finished it and i’m so happy enjoy

this ended up being a little more of a gyro character study than i intended and it feels shitty and a lot like my old writing sorry. it’s unedited mostly, so i apologize for any grammatical errors.

anyway hope you like it! thanks for reading! if you liked this (why) check out my other writing under the #my fanfic or #wavey writes tags, at my ao3 analyticamethyst, or at my wattpad PurpleDragon2003 (I’m not really active there though). I also might open writing commissions soon, so if you like my writing and you’re in a position to commission me please keep an eye out for that! Thank you I love you so much <3 <3

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luque-moreau · 3 years

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📃 for jet set radio?

📃 what is the plot of your hyperfixation? and is it a movie, game, show, etc?

bideo gaem.

aight, so the first game has you running around not-tokyo and being a little menace by spray painting shit and claiming public property as your youth gang territory. then two random teens from new york appear and ask for your help, because apparently japanese jeff bezos kidnapped their friend and his demonic record. you fight mr capitalism and his giant rhino demon to stop them from summoning satan, and save the day the kidnapped kid is dead though, you never get to meet him. it just turns out hes fucking dead. thas what happens when you try to summon satan i guess.

( boss fight, sewer graffiti)

ok but the second game. fuck you still run around and fuck shit up, but this time youre in actual tokyo in 2024. theres also a really really out-of-place ‘friendship matters’ message, but whatever. yoyo, one of the gang members, goes missing, but nobody really cares. turns out he was kidnapped by the other gang the immortals? and they dress like mummies??? because their home turf is just the “egyptian themed” area of las vegas??? you gotta rescue him, but when you do it turns out yoyo was actually evil, and hes now one of the immortals. so then yoyo signs you up for the fucking death olympics 2024 against your will, even though the sport is pretty tame itself, the only death involved is if you lose, youll be used as sacrifice to their god, OH YEAH I FORGOT TO MENTION THE IMMORTALS ARE ALSO A CULT APPARENTLY. its also revealed that yoyo is not the leader of the immortals, but.... the noisetanks? which is hardly a gang, its just a shit ton of robots doing a stupid lil dance in the middle of the street. you escape deathball, chase down yoyo, find out its not actually yoyo what the fuck?? kill robot yoyo, go to evil capitalism squander land and save yoyo, also why the fuck did they twinkify my man yoyo out here?? he deserved better. we stan thick yoy. ok im looking at it now, and i realize how much shit is yoyos fault in the second game, like jesus christ. once you get back to your turf, its too late, robot beat is wrecking shit up, and japanese jeff bezos whos an aspiring dj has successfully opened the literal gates to hell. you go to hell, fight robot satan bezos, and whoopee the day is saved game over.

(npcs having sex directly in front of you, da kitty room)

im so so so sorry :^(

#jsr #jsrf #jet set radio #jet set radio future #memph says #ask

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thanksjro · 4 years

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Eugenesis Part Two, Scene Two: THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN

The Quintessons are about to take off. They’re gonna go wreck shop, as they are wont to do.

Speaking of Cybertron, we meet a different cast of characters than who we’ve been following so far. Blitzwing walks into the repair by looking for Sygnet- a character I am assuming is an OC, and also some sort of robotic swan-creature- and just about pisses himself in terror when he sees Scourge’s disembodied head just laying on a table, doing a "Prowl, circa The Transformers The Movie” impression.

And if Scourge is here, that means- could it be?

Blitzwing wanders around this little chop-shop of horrors, really just hating everything going on here.

Hmm. We’ll count that one as a half-tick to the tally of Mechpreg Theming.

Okay, that’s kind of funny.

Blitzwing’s not one to respect one’s personal privacy, and barges in anyway. He’s met with the operating theatre where all the best of the best- or worst of the worst, since this is the ‘Cons we’re talking about- got outfitted with their most deadly weapons and crazy gadgets. He finds the engineer and tells him they’re wanted in the throne room by Soundwave. Sygnet is currently working on Scourge’s exploded body- but it’s not like the guy’s going anywhere, so they head out.

They meet Misfire and Slugslinger in the hallway, looking a little worse for wear after going into the sticks to find that Micromaster, who is presumed dead. Until I see a body, I’m not buying it. We’re working with comic-mortality here.

In the throne room, Soundwave’s decided to let some light in so it looks a little less like someone’s murder basement. Soundwave himself is decidedly absent, but there’s still a lot of friends hanging out.

Oh fuck yeah.

I have something to admit.

I love Cyclonus.

Not just in the IDW comics, though that’s definitely my favorite rendition of him as a character. I love every version of this stupid purple space jet. I was so happy when I found out he was in this novel, you have no idea. Roberts if you hurt so much as a metaphorical hair on his head, I swear to Christ-

Okay. I’ve had my moment.

Cyclonus isn’t exactly happy that Scourge’s recovery is taking so long. Sygnet points out that because both he and Cyclonus are from the 𝔽𝕌𝕋𝕌ℝ𝔼, he’s having a bit of trouble fixing things. The fact that this hasn’t been an issue before means that either Cyclonus and Scourge are really good at fighting, or Cyclonus’ single brain cell didn’t retain the information from the last time something like this happened. Sygnet also mentions that the explosion was likely self-inflicted, which makes sense, seeing as there was a bomb in his chest. We already know this, because I’m a greedy little sucker who wants it all and combed through the Liars, A-to-D script.

Why was it even called Liars, A-to-D, anyway? Nobody was really telling fibs, to my memory.

Anyway.

Cyclonus, dear, stop sexually harassing the doctor, or it’s going to take even longer to get your flying boat back in the air.

Swindle pushes past the engineer/doctor/these terms really ought to be interchangeable seeing as they’re robots, having just gotten back from checking on a false lead on the Autobots. This scene is simply awash with assholes.

Soundwave shows up, and it’s mentioned that he smiles at everyone, though they can’t see it due to his mouthplate. What a polite boy.

I checked, by the way; Soundwave does indeed have a mouth in the Marvel comics.

Uncomfortable.

Soundwave’s been in command for roughly ten minutes, and he’s already had so many good things come to him. That double-agent he planted roughly five-hundred years ago? Just did his job. Rodimus Prime? Dead or about to be. The Autobots? In disarray. The location of their base of operations? Narrowed down to within a mile. Galvatron, who’s that? I don’t know her, I’m too busy being THE BEST FUCKING LEADER OF THE DECEPTICONS EVER BUILT. Suck on that, Starscream. I’d say that everyone should stan Soundwave, but I’m pretty sure K-pop doesn’t exist on Cybertron.

The Decepticons are heading to Iacon tomorrow. Things are about to get buck-wild.

Meanwhile, back on Earth, the shuttle holding Mirage and his entourage is preparing to jump via sub-space portal. Mirage is still being a lil’ bitch, so nobody bothers to include him in their talk about where they want to be assigned next- they’ve been on Earth for quite some time, after all.

Hound is about to initiate the jump, then promptly aborts- there’s a warp gate that just opened up right in front of them, and it isn’t one they ordered. Out flies the Enslaver, one of the warships manned by the Quintessons, and it’s heading straight for Earth- and Autobot City.

Stop trying to make “humes” happen, Bluestreak, it’s never gonna happen.

Our shuttle buddies call up Magnus, who gets his folks ready for a fight. Mirage has an idea, and has their cloaked- luckily- shuttle fly as close to the underbelly of this massive warship as possible for a structural scan.

Got lots of characters getting thrown into the fray here. They’ll be clashing soon enough, I’m excited to see it.

#transformers #jro #eugenesis #part two #maccadam #Hannzreads #text post #long post #prose writing

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The Metal Box Pg1

It was a sunny day on N. Sanity Island. Our favorite bandicoots were outside enjoying the cool breeze on their fur and they haven't encountered any enemies yet since last month. Though they were nothing too serious. Just the mutated rats and bunnies. Aku Aku didn't even need to help Crash out with them. He just sat back and watched him with a proud look on his face as the bandicoot took them out with ease. Coco was working on a new machine. To the others it looked like a normal metal ball though it was hooked up to her computer with a black wire. She typed away like there was no tomorrow. She wiped the sweat off her brow and smiled. Without looking away from her computer she spoke.

Coco:"It's almost finished!" She said excitedly. Crunch stopped doing his work out and looked at Coco.

Crunch:"Are you gunna tell us what it is yet? It just looks like a regular wrecking ball to me." He said as he stared at the thing with a confused look. Coco didn't say anything for a few minutes as she typed on her computer. Crunch sighed heavily and tapped his foot impatiently. Coco's ear twitched.

Coco:"Hold on." She said with a flat tone in her voice. She knew how impatient he was getting but she rolled her eyes."I just need to write this code down....aaaand....done!" She said with wide eyes and closed the laptop. She jumped to her feet and looked at her brothers."I'd like you all to meet ARMOR-DILLO!" She held her hands out to the metal ball and they waited for it to move on cue. Everything was silent except for the gentle cool breeze. She frowned and her arms dropped to her sides."Uhh....Armor-Dillo?" She knocked on the metal ball. She itched her head with a confused look on her face but it was quickly replaced with anger."Come on! Piece of junk!" She tried to push it one way and then the other way but it wouldn't move. She clenched her fists and growled."MOVE!" She kicked it and she bit down on her bottom lip before letting out a shriek which startled Crash awake from his sun bathing and looked around only to see his sister hopping on one foot while holding the other as she yelled OW over and over. He couldn't help but chuckled a little before she shot a glare at him. He quickly played dead. Crunch laughed.

Crunch:"It's okay lil sis, you'll get it to work eventually." She glared at him and growled. Aku Aku flew out of the house with his drink and straw floating beside him.

Aku:"What's going on?! Are we under attack?!" He asked as he looked around quickly. Coco lowered her foot and crossed her arms.

Coco:"No, the stupid robot's not working." She said angrily. Just then the robot began to move and it's arms flung out smacking into Coco and made her fly backwards into the house. She was stuck to the wall for a moment before slowly peeling off it and then finally hit the ground.

Aku:"Coco!" He dropped his drink and rushed to her side."Quick! How many masks do you see?" She looked up at him and gave him a goofy smile.

Coco:"Uuhhh, three!" She giggled before she passed out.

Aku:"Crunch! What is that thing?!" He asked angrily as the machine stood up on two legs. It's eyes glowed red and it looked around.

Armor-Dillo:-Searching.- It said and a red beam scanned the area before scanning Crunch and Crash-who was now looking up at the robot with wide eyes. It's eyes narrowed. -Enemies located. Prepare for EXTERMINATION!- It jumped in the air and turned into a spiked ball. Crunch grabbed Crash and ran.

Crunch:"LOOK OUT!" He yelled before it hit the ground. It rolled towards them. Crash yelled out when he saw it coming towards them. Crunch was grinning."HA! And here I thought it was just gunna be another BORING day!" He threw Crash over the robot and he slid across the ground. He got up and shook his head."We really need to work on your landing skills." He yelled out to him. Crunch spun around and prepared himself for the hit."Bring it on!" He snarled. The robot hit him and he struggled to push the robot back. It stopped rolling and an arm came out and grabbed Crunch's non-metal arm and began to throw him around in the air. Aku Aku and Crash helped Coco up and she shook her head.

Coco:"What happened?" Before anyone could answer, her eyes widened at the robot and she grinned."Aw YEAH! It's working! WOOHOO!" She jumped in the air excitedly. Aku Aku would slap his own forehead if he could. Crash itched his head.

Crash:"Eh?" He poked her shoulder. She looked at him and then realized what was happening.

Coco:"Oh no!" They looked and saw that the robot was trying to pull apart Crunch's arms. She pulled out her laptop and began to type quickly. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Crash and Aku Aku quickly ran to help the bigger bandicoot. Crash jumped on it's head and covered it's eyes.

Armor-Dillo: -Hey! Get off me!- He yelled. The robot released Crunch and tried to grab Crash off his face. Crunch used his metal fist to punch a hole through his stomach and yanked out the wires. Once he did, the robot and Crash were both electrocuted and both were still for a moment before slowly falling backwards and landing on Crash.

Crunch:"Oops..." He quickly rushed to Crash's side.

Aku:"Crash?" He looked at Crunch with a worried look. Crunch pulled him out from under the robot and his fur looked burnt. Crunch sniffed him.

Crunch:"Mm! Smells like chicken!" Aku Aku ignored him.

Aku:"You okay Crash?" He asked. Crash coughed and nodded weakly. Crunch put him down on his feet before he glared at Coco. She smiled nervously.

Crunch:"So let me guess-" Crash, who was behind him, fell backwards on the ground and Aku Aku gave him a wide eyed look. Crunch didn't notice."-You used some parts from the old robots Cortex used to send after us right?" Coco looked away.

Coco:"Maybe...?" She chuckled nervously."Most of them are pretty useful-it's just no sense of letting them go to waste." She quickly said. Crunch smacked his forehead with his metal hand by accident.

Crunch:"OW!" He growled."What did I tell you about that?! I almost lost BOTH of my arms because of that thing!" He said angrily and raising his voice a little. As they argued, Aku Aku tried to wake Crash up by pouring water on his face. He sat up and shook his head. He blinked a few times and noticed that his brother and sister were arguing.

Coco:"My work is none of your business Crunch! I can build anything I want with whatever I want! It's what I do! It's what I'm good at!" She yelled angrily."And Besides, most of the stuff I've build with Cortex's machines has been helpful with most of our missions! It was one mistake! It's no big deal! I don't see why you're so uptight about it!" He growled as he got closer.

Crunch:"I'am NOT uptight about ANYTHING!" The two were now touching noses looking ready to fight one-on-one.

Coco:"Yes you are!"

Crunch:"Am not!"

Coco:"Are too!"

Crunch:"AM NOT!"

Aku:"STOP IT!" He yelled which startled both the bandicoots. They looked at the now angry spirit."You're both acting like children! Either you both start getting along or I'll-" Just then a small blue crystal flew in front of the mask. He blinked and looked confused. It glowed brightly and they heard a voice. It spoke in a different language but Aku Aku could understand it."...Alright. I understand." The jewel soon disappeared. They looked at the mask expecting him to explain what was going on. But he spun around and began flying away."I have to go."

Coco:"Wha-Hey wait! What's going on?!" They chased after him.

Aku:"Something important has come up and I need to be there." He flew back to them and gave them a serious look."I can't explain now, just stay at the house." He smiled a little."Just relax a little, have fun, okay?"

Coco:"But I thought we were going to hang out together?"

Crunch:"Yeah, we were gunna go to the beach later." They kept trying to keep him around longer, trying to find some way to make him stay but the mask shook his head.

Aku:"I know, I know-but please, I really need to go. It's urgent. I really must go right away! I'll be back soon I promise!" He spoke as he flew away from them. They watched him disappear out of sight.

Coco:"Huh...I wonder what that was all about." She looked down at the ground and kicked a small rock over before looking up at Crunch.

Crunch:"Maybe it's a family thing?" Crunch shrugged. Crash stretched his arms and yawned. He turned around and walked towards the house. Crunch and Coco followed and went to pick up the fallen robot.

Coco:"I guess I'll try to fix this piece of junk again." She sighed."What went wrong?" Crunch wanted to speak but didn't want to get back into another argument again. He stayed silent and just helped her pick up the robot.

Aku Aku appeared in another world. It looked like space and there were islands floating around. Some had Ancient temples, others were old ruins that barely stood up on their own anymore. Just statue's that floated around them and more as they fell apart. The mask flew past the Islands and towards a much bigger temple. It looked more like a prison. Two stone guards stood in his way and one of them spoke.

Stone Guard 1:"Who goes there?" He asked. Aku Aku sighed.

Aku:"Do we really need to keep doing this every time I show up?"

Stone Guard 2:"Yes." He said firmly.

Stone Guard 1:"And don't start throwing a fit like that other mask in there." He said as he pointed behind him at the temple.

Aku:"Wait...who?"

Stone Guard 2:"Oh I think you know." He chuckled but then the first guard elbowed his arm.

Stone Guard 1:"Fool! We're not suppose to give out any information about the visitors or prisoners!" He said angrily. The other just rolled his eyes. Aku Aku sighed.

Aku:"Oh no, what did he do?!" He asked worriedly. They looked at him.

Stone Guard 1:"Why don't you ask the Ancients yourself?"

Stone Guard 2:"But first; Name?" He said sarcastically.

Aku:"Aku Aku! I was called here by the-"

Stone Guard 2:"Yeah, yeah, just go inside." They opened the doors and he flew past them quickly. The doors slammed shut behind him. He quickly flew down the long halls. The stones were grey and black and the floors were white and grey. There were stone doors all over the walls and the place was full of dangerous creatures. Even so, the place was silent...except for the yelling up ahead of the hallway behind a large stone door. As the good spirit flew near, the door opened itself and up ahead he could see his twin brother yelling at one of the Ancients-who looked quite angry himself. The Ancient was larger than Uka Uka, he was painted black and purple and had only one eye.

???:"I COULD CARE LESS IF YOU WERE DEVOURED BY A GIANT SERPANT! YOU WILL DO THIS JOB WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR-" He stopped quickly once he saw Aku Aku flying towards them. Uka Uka gave him a wide eyed look before glaring at him.

Uka"YOU!" He yelled."I should have known you were up to this!" He snarled. Fire came out of his head.

Aku:"Wha-What's going on?! Why is he here?!" He asked.

???:"Please calm yourselves." Another Ancient spoke as he flew towards them. The other one growled.

???:"About damn time! This one's aching to be-"

"Enough." The other said with a firm tone in his voice. The angered Ancient grumbled low to himself. The other Ancient was oval shaped and was nearly covered in feathers and leaves. Most of the feathers were golden. The twins floated side-by-side.

Uka:"Anyone wanna tell me why I'm here?" He asked impatiently.

???:"You two are here because something dangerous is about to be woken up. We need you two to stand guard and watch over it. Make sure no one get's their hands on it." The twins looked at each other before giving the Ancient a look. He sighed."You know what I mean." He said with a tired tone on his voice. He turned around."Follow me." He said now serious again. They did.

Aku:"....Sooo....how's it going?" He asked.

Uka:"Quite well actually." He said with a smirk."My henchmen are cooking something up just for you and those bandicoots of yours my dear sibling." He chuckled. Aku Aku's frown grew.

Aku:"Oh good to know." He rolled his eyes. But then he smiled."My kids certainly do need a couple of training dummies. I'm so glad your henchmen are willing to volunteer for them!" Uka Uka growled.

Uka:"Well, let's hope your 'kids' can handle the challenge then, otherwise there won't be anything left of them....OR the Island." He grinned evilly. Aku Aku blew one of his feathers out of his face before looking at his twin with a smile.

Aku:"I'm sorry could you repeat that? I wasn't listening." Uka Uka growled once more and blue smoke came out the top of his head.

"Ahem." They stopped and looked at the Ancient who was floating beside a large round door. There was-what appeared to be a demon-carved on the stone door."This is it." They stayed silent as they stared at the carving. It looked as if it was staring them down. A look of concern was on their faces. Aku Aku looked at his twin and it nearly brought a chill through him when he saw it on Uka's face. When he looked at him he quickly looked away and was back to looking annoyed.

Uka:"Okay, so what? We'll just be outside right?"

"Wrong." Said the mask who pushed a switch and the doors began to open. Their eyes widened and a there was a look of Awe on their faces as the markings on the walls glowed brightly. It was beautiful yet they both had a bad feeling about this. The doors spun slowly as they opened wide. The Ancient flew inside."Come along. We don't have long now." He said. He glowed brightly showing them the way down the spiral staircase. The twins looked down as they followed the mask. It seemed endless.

Uka:"I just wanted to stay home and nap all day. Was that too much to ask?" He mumbled to himself. Aku Aku kept quiet. He wasn't so sure what they were up against. He looked at his brother.

Aku:"Uka Uka." He looked at him with a raised brow."This time it might actually be serious."

Uka:"You're telling me? If they thought it was a good idea to bring ME along then this really IS serious." Aku Aku believed he was taking this seriously at first. But then soon realized that there was a tone in his voice that made him sound sarcastic. He glared at his twin.

Aku:"Listen, this is probably-"

"Many years ago," The Ancient spirit began to speak and they both stared at him in silence."-there was an Ancient mask as powerful as we are who used to live around N. Sanity Island. It was they who created it. They wanted their own little world to live on, to be away from the humans. We gave that to him for as long as we could. Before they came here, they used to be hostile, just like the other four masks that were with him-" The twins looked at the markings on the walls as he told the story. There were four masks surrounding the one in the middle."-The masks were named: Odolwa, Goht, Twinmold and Gyorg. And their leader's name was Majora."

Aku:"So what happened?" He asked quietly.

Uka:"Shh!" He said. Aku raised a brow at him. Clearly he was interested in the story. There was a long pause before they heard him sigh.

"The humans appeared on the island on a boat. They were only looking for a new home. A place that was safe...but then Majora's friends found them and....well....let's just say there were very few of them left..." Aku's mouth opened in shock. Uka was trying to hold back a smile."They were....very hostile towards humans. Any who dared to come near them would seal their fate." We didn't know about this until I came to check on them...and before that, Majora agreed to let the humans stay but only if they agreed to give them sacrifices and build them a temple. They built more than just one temple, and they did it in the desert part of the Island. Majora's temple is hidden deep underground. No one could ever find it."

Aku:"But why did they hate the humans? They've never done anything wrong to them! They just wanted a home!" His voice echoed."Oh....sorry." He said quietly.

"Like I said, they were hostile before they came here. The only thing we could get out of them was that 'The humans are nothing but insects! They don't belong on our Island! If they truly want peace with us then they better do as we say or else!'. But they went too far. The mistreatment of these humans were unbearable. Majora would punish the humans by putting a curse on them-turning them into horrible beasts or useless masks." He looked at them."And I mean masks that seem normal." They nodded.

Aku:"Oh right."

Uka:"Of course."

"Anyway," He continued."Majora would have the four masks destroy their homes, burn their food supply, or bring sickness onto their land if they did not obey them."

Aku:"That's...horrible." He said in disgust and disbelief. Uka would shrug if he could.

Uka:"Eh, I dunno, sounds like they deserved it to me." Aku glared at him."...What?" He shook his head.

"We decided to put an end to this madness. We called upon an Ancient Hero who defeated him many eons ago. He managed to defeat all four of the masks, and was nearly defeated by Majora. But Majora was careless and the Hero trapped him inside a metal box. Only dark magic can open the box. His power is much too dangerous so we kept him locked away in here." They reached the bottom and there were two large stone doors in front of them. The markings glowed brightly showing the same design from before. The Ancient mask pushed in a switch on the wall and the doors opened."There he is..." He spoke quietly. Up ahead there was a metal box which was bigger than they expected.

Uka:"Wow...." He said quietly."So...this is Majora?"

"Mm-hm." The mask nodded. They flew closer towards it and stopped. "You two are to guard it. We have a feeling one of his friends will be stopping by to pick him up. Don't let that happen." He spoke in a serious tone. He turned around and flew towards the door. He stopped and looked at them."Oh and one more thing...Don't. Touch. The Box." He said and without another word the doors closed behind him and the twins were left alone with the feeling of being watched.

#Long post #So Im keeping it under keep reading cuz it's long #Fanfic #CB #LOZ #Majora #Uka Uka #Coco bandicoot #Crash bandicoot #Aku Aku #Crunch bandicoot

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