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Hot to Patch up your Gremlin Child and Gator Brother! (Part 1/?)

(A/N: Hey guys! Welcome to the second part of my series called A How to Guide for a Gremlin Child to be a Pacifist? (It's Going Better Then Expected). I would really recommend that you go check out the first part of the series right here for part one, and right here for part two of the same story. Hope you guys enjoy the story!)

“Aaugh…”

Gregory curled into himself, leaning against the gator’s chest. Trying his best to keep his breathing even.

“Crap, little guy, are you alright?”

“Mmmph, yep, totally fine, it’s not like you just jumped from a catwalk. Oh, I don’t know thirty fucking feet in the air! When you could've gone down the stairs that were, oh I don’t know, right fucking next to us!”

“... So, mistakes were made…”

“Jeez you think!?!?”

“Let me see your side.”

Gregory felt the gators hands leave his back. Bring him up to the gators shoulder to try and get a better look. He opened one of his eyes to see what he was doing. But was immediately distracted by a light shining in his eyes.

“Wait, Monty, the S.T.A.F.F bot, behind you!”

“SHIT!”

Monty tightens his hold on the kid and started running.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Monty turned around the corner and ran straight into the hallway. Taking a minute to look around.

“... I think we’re safe now, let me get a look at your side.” Gregory glared up at the gator, his hand pushing down on his wound.

“I’m fine, it just didn’t like you jumping thirty fucking feet.”

Gregory felt Monty's arm twitch. Gregory tensed up realizing what he did.

Fuck, I made him mad. I should have kept my mouth shut.

“It won’t happen again kid, promise.”

Gregory's eyes widen at the gator. Blinking up at him, waiting for him to say or do anything else. But he didn't, he just looked down at him. He realized that Monty was waiting for him to respond. So, he said the first thing that came to mind.

“You sure are making a lot of promises…”

“That I plan on keeping, trust me kid, I’m a gator that keeps them. Now let’s see that side of yours”

Gregory pressed his lips together. Shit, this is where the punishment comes in. But I can't exactly tell him no, he'll just make it worst.

“... Okay”

Gregory moved his hand out of the way, and onto his chest. Giving Monty enough room to lift the kid’s shirt up, leaning over the kid a little, looking for any more damage that could have been done. Monty was a tough guy, not a lot of things could make the gator uncomfortable. But looking at the kids wound, knowing that it was his claws that did that. Even if he didn’t remember doing this… It kept making that thing in his torso moving in some very uncomfortable ways.

“Monty?”

Monty glanced up at the kids face. Noticing the way kid was still tense, his face completely blank of any expression. But his eyes sharp and watching him, he looked like he was waiting for something to happen. He hated that look, he wanted to erase that look off the kids face completely. He wasn't sure how; it was always Freddy or Chica that would handle the more emotional kids. Hell, even Roxy could clam a kid down if needed. But that was never Monty's thing, he was too rough, too scary, or too sharp for the kids. He just tends to make things worse, and make the kids cry more. He could always help after, or if they needed a distraction, he was good at that.

I'm not even sure if the other could get this kid to calm down.

This was completely different; this had never happened at the mall. Sure, they had some kids fall and hurt themselves, and a couple of scraps here and there. But never something like this. Never one of them hurting a child, never one of them spilling blood. It went against their programing to do so, like chasing a kid around after hours for who knows how long. At least it uses to be...

Monty took another glance down at the kids’ side, double check to make sure he didn't miss anything. And to make sure none of his anger escaped into his voice.

“It looks okay, I don’t know if that jump caused any of it to open more. But you're bleeding the same amount.”

“Yay, blood is still escaping my body. Just what we needed.”

Monty let out a mechanical noise, Gregory swore it sounded like a sigh. Monty looked back down to his side, his hand still right next to his wound, but Gregory had a feeling that he wasn’t looking at the wound. Gregory pressed his lips together. Monty was acting weird again he wasn't sure what was happening with the gator, he wasn't sure if he was lost in his own head. Or if Monty was going to turn on him and start chasing him once more. He really hoped not, he wanted to at least get back to Freddy before any of that would happen. So, Gregory took a deep breath and decided to ask him out right. Maybe he would give him a head start if he did want to chase him again.

“Monty? Are, are you…? Still there?”

Monty shook his head, from stopping his thoughts dead in its tracks. And looked back up to the kids face, Monty could see the fear on the kids face this time. His eyes a little wider, looking like he was going to bolt at any minute. Even with his side in so much pain. Causing the thing in him to act up even more.

Snap out of it, this is not the time to be thinking about that. Just say something to the kid and get a move on.

“Yep, still here, just got lost in thought. We should stop by the gift shop, see if there is anything we can use for that wound.”

Monty straightened out his back, moving his hand to help Gregory pull his shirt back down, as he looked around for anymore S.T.A.F.F bots.

“Really? And why not a first aid station?” Gregory asked as he put his hand back onto his side, using his other arm still resting on his chest, as he looked up at Monty. Glaring at him once more.

“They took all the first aid stations out of the golf course a couple of days ago. There was some sort of goo in all of them.” Monty looking back at the way they came as he said this

“Gross.” Gregory pulled a grossed-out face, sticking his tongue out.

“Yep.”

Gregory's face smoothed out and gave the gator a confused look.

“Why not go to Gator Grub instead? It’s closer.”

Monty turned his head back around and looked down at the kid.

“Kid, I’m not the brightest bulb around here. But even I know that we would have better luck with the gift shop. Unless you need something to eat? Should you even be eating? Is it even safe to give you water?”

Gregory bit his lips and taking a quick glance down to his side. Before looking back up to Monty.

“Um… I’m not really sure.”

Monty shrugged his shoulders lightly.

“Better be safe than sorry, let’s get you something.”

Gregory gave Monty a panicked look. Almost rising his arms up to grab onto Monty's shoulders, before thinking better of it. He didn't want to push him to far, at least until he got patched up.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, what if my side explodes?”

Gregory threw his arms up, trying to mimic an explosion. Monty’s jaw tightening at the thought of that happening to the kid.

“Can that happen to humans?”

Gregory brought his arms down, crossing them on his chest and glaring up at the gator.

“I don’t know! Do I look like a doctor to you?”

“We can always save it for later?” Monty almost moved his hand from the kids back to scratch his neck.

Gregory glared up at the gator for a moment.

“Fine, we can grab something on our way out.”

Monty snapped his eyes back up. Trying his best to keep the grin out of his voice.

“Alright, little guy lets head out. Trust me kid, the Gator Grub has the best food.”

“Monty, you can’t taste food.”

“The point still stands kid.”

Monty shifted his grip and started walking down the hallway.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Gregory was staring up at the gator, wide eyed. Looking back and forth between him and the walkway, where a couple of S.T.A.F.F bots were rolling up and down.

“...Monty…”

“Yeah kid?”

“Do you really think… that the S.T.A.F.F bots… won’t be able to see you… in the ball pit?”

“Kid, we both know that the bots are really stupid. They won’t be able to find us here.”

Gregory snapped his head up to Monty, glaring at him. Before he started to furiously whisper to him.

“Monty, the balls barely make it pass your ankles.”

Just as Monty opened his mouth to argue back, a flashlight landed on them.

“GO, GO, GO!” Gregory shouted as he pushed at the gator’s chest.

“I’M GOING, I’M GOING!” Monty shouted back, almost slipping on the balls as he ran.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Monty walked to the red door after the S.T.A.F.F bot moved away. And quickly shut the door behind them. Stopping at the door as he waited for the bot to move past the counter from the other side.

“Alright, any food you had in mind kid?” Monty asked as he kept an eye on the bot.

Gregory almost crossed his arms on his chest, before he remembered that he needs to keep one on his side. So, he just put his left arm on his chest, holding on to his shoulder, hoping he could still make himself look at least somewhat intimidating.

“I’m not a kid, and anything is fine by me.”

“Even the Mystery Mix?” Monty raised his eyebrow, giving the kid a quick look. His eyes going back to the bot. Trying to keep his amusement out of his voice, the kid looked like one of those over dramatic, stuck-up moms hearing their precious babies swearing for the first time.

“Anything but that, is fine by me”

“Come on kid, it's not that bad. Even Chica loves it.”

“Chica will eat trash straight out of the can. And she can’t taste it, she doesn’t count.”

Monty really couldn't keep his amusement out of his voice if he tried.

This kid is fucking hilarious, just wait until Roxy meets this kid.

“Come on kid, don’t judge a lady on how she gets her food. You don’t know if it tastes good coming from the trash.”

“I have had food from the trash, and it’s gross.”

Monty froze and looked down at the kid.

“... Kid, when did you have to eat from the trash?”

Gregory shut his mouth and looked away from Monty. Tightening his arms around himself. Looking towards the counter instead, looking for anything to distract the gator with.

"You know what, I think chips and a drink will work just fine.”

“Kid, that doesn’t answer my question.” Monty's voice was stern, and his grip tighten just a little. Gregory turned his head back to Monty and glared up at him.

“Hey, you don’t question the trash, I won’t question why you keep staring at me.”

Monty looked at the kid for another minute, knowing he should push the kid more about this. But they really didn't have time for this, the kid needed medical attention. This was something he could talk to Freddy about later. Before turning his head away. And walking up to the counter and started to look at what they had. His eyes landing on the can drinks.

“What type of drink do you want?”

“The Freddy Fizzy Faz.”

Monty gave a sigh. “Of course, you would, you sure I can’t get you to take my Fizzy Faz?”

“No, limes are gross.”

Gregory gave Monty a smirk, lifting his left arm up, and making grabby hands at the orange can.

“You are a gremlin child.”

“And you are a dumb gator.”

Monty’s head turned, and glared down at the kid

“Am not.”

“Are too, I was able to electrocute you by making you run into a wall.” Gregory turned his head to meet the gators eyes. His body tensed for a moment, his eyes flashing with an intense emotion. Before turning smug. He gave the gator a smirk.

“That doesn’t count, I had a virus in my system.”

“A virus doesn’t affect how smart you are.”

“It does for humans.”

“Human viruses are different from computer viruses.”

Monty kept glaring at kid for a moment. Try to think of an argument to give the kid. Before he let his glare drop and shrug his shoulders.

“Well, you got me there.”

The kid’s whole body relaxed. His smirk turned into a smile.

“That is because I’m smarter than you.”

Monty opened his mouth to argue back, when once again a light shined on them. Instead, he said.

“Oh shit, here we go again.”

Monty quickly grabbed the soda and some napkins, before he turned around and ran for the door.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“Monty?”

“Yeah, little guy?”

“We forgot the chips.”

Monty stopped in the middle of the walkway for a minute, looking around to make sure no S.T.A.F.F bots were there before he responded.

“I’m sure we can get some later.”

“But they won’t be your chips.”

“... I guess we’re going back.”

Monty started to turn around, before he could start walking. Gregory used his free hand to get a hold of his left shoulder. Pulling himself up to Monty’s eyesight. Gregory letting out a whine as he did.

“Wait, Monty, I was joking, we need to get to Freddy.”

Monty used one hand to grab Gregory’s right side, and the other to the kid’s shoulder. He glanced down to the little guy’s side. It was still bleeding; they were able to use the napkins to put pressure on the wound. But too much blood was still coming out for Monty's liking. How could Monty even say that? The kid was still bleeding out, they need to stop fucking around, get to the gift shop, out of the golf course, and straight to Freddy.

Monty removed his hand from his shoulder and used it to take the kids hand off from his shoulder. Letting the little guy take his hand from his, and help the little guy settle back down in his arms. And turned back around.

“You’re right let’s get to the gift shop. They’ll have something better than napkins. Who knows what’s on those napkins.”

Gregory grimaced as he leaned closer to the gator’s chest.

“Don’t remind me, I’m trying not to think about it.”

Monty let out another mechanical noise. This time it sounded like an amused huff; Monty felt whatever that thing in his torso settles down. And something warmer taking it place. Monty felt vaguely worried about a second thing in his chest, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment. Plus, this one didn’t feel has bad as the first one. He would talk to Freddy about this later.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“Why are we hiding behind a fucking vending machine?” Gregory whispered harshly while glaring up at the gator, hoping he could feel his anger from here.

“Come on kid, the bots won’t be able to find us here.” He looked down at the kid and saw him glaring hard. Monty could feel his wires shivering from the glare.

Damn, where did the kid learn how to glare like that from? Hopefully Roxy never learns from this kid. Monty’s wires shivered even harder at that thought. He didn’t want to be around when that eventually happened.

“Monty, you thought hiding in the ball pit while standing was a good idea.”

“Hey! That wasn’t the plan! The bot saw us before I could do anything else!”

“What else would you have done?”

Monty glanced up to his right before he responds, seeing a bot coming straight for them.

“I’ll tell you while I outrun this S.T.A.F.F bot.”

“Monty, you don’t even have to run from them, it's like a light jog for you. If they don’t sneak up on you first.” Monty let out a snort as he started to slide his way out from behind the machine.

“Don’t ruin my line, kid. It’s much cooler to say it that way.” As soon as he was out, the gator started jogging down the hallway.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Monty walked right up to the wood cabin that was the gift shop. It took longer than they wanted, but finally they made it.

“Here we are, Monty’s Gift Shop.”

“Did they really have to put your name on everything? That seems a little much.”

“Hey! There is nothing wrong with putting my name on everything. Besides the company’s name is Freddy Fazbear Entertainment, what else did you expect?”

Monty walked into the shop, glancing back to the entrance every minute. The S.T.A.F.F bots usually don’t come up here. But it doesn’t hurt to keep an eye on it.

“You have a point, but let's get back to clothes. Do you have any Freddy stuff?”

“Kid, we’re in my golf course. Do you think that they would have any Freddy stuff?”

Gregory pointed to one of the standing shelfs in front of them.

“There is a Freddy plushie right there.”

“And only Freddy plushies, we would have to go to the main gift shop for any of Freddy's clothing. My face isn’t that terrible.”

Gregory looked up at Monty and raised an eyebrow at him. Tilting his head to the side a little.

“... Have you seen yourself in the mirror recently?”

Monty rolled his eyes. “Ha ha, very funny kid, just pick something out.”

Gregory took a moment to look around the shop. His eyes landed on a couple of things he thinks would be cool. But that he doesn’t really need now. But he couldn’t find any clothes.

“We might need to go straight to Freddy. I don’t see any clothes here.”

“Huh, I could've sworn that we had some here. Let me check something really quick.”

Monty moved past the standing shelfs, going to his right where the register was. Putting Gregory downright next to the register. Before walking around the counter. He squatted down, looking for something to use. There was a couple of boxes stacked on top of each other. Looking at the labels, he found one that said something about shirts. That would have to do. Hopefully it would be something the kid would like. He moved the box on top to the side, picking up the box that was under it. Bringing it up with him and placing it right next to Gregory.

“I found a box of shirts.”

Gregory turned himself to the left. Cringing for a moment, his wound being pulled at once more. Before turning his whole body around, putting his legs on the other side of the counter. Still looking at Monty as he did.

“Really? What type of shirts?”

“We’re about to find out.”

Monty brought his left hand up, placing his pointer finger right on the tape. Dragging his finger down, doing his best not to snag anything inside it. As soon as he was done, he grabbed both sides of the box and ripped it open.

Both Gregory and Monty leaned over to get a good look of what was inside. Gregory gave the box a deadpan look, it was a box full of short sleeve t-shirts covered in Monty’s cartoon face.

“Well, well, well that is one fine looking shirt. The best-looking shirt I’ve seen in a while. The company really out did themselves this time.”

“Oh, shut up Monty, and help me find a size that will fit.”

After a few ripped shirts, they were finally able to find a shirt that could be warped around Gregory’s waist.

“Let me tie it, you’re going to rip it.”

“You sure? You’re not looking so good, kid.”

“Yes, I’m sure, I don’t want you ripping all the shirts we have.”

Monty hovered for a minute, before his shoulders dropped and let out a sigh.

“Alright, alright, I hear you loud and clear.”

Monty moved a couple of steps back.

It took Gregory a couple of minutes, but he was finally able to tie the shirt around him. He was struggling to tighten the knot. He just couldn’t get his arms to work, they were too shaky, it felt like both of his arms turned to jello. He felt so tired as well, he just wanted to lay down and fall asleep.

Monty watches the kid struggle for a couple more minutes. Before moving closer to the kid.

“Let me tighten it for you little guy.”

“It’s fine, I can do it… I just need another minute.” Gregory said as he glared down at the shirt, if the shirt would just stay still for a minute, he could get it.

“Kid, you look like you're about to fall over. You took care of tying it, I can handle a little bit of tightening."

Gregory lifted his head up and took a moment to look at Monty. His eyes narrowed up at the gator. Monty could once again feel that glare down to his very wires.

“Fine, but if you tear this one up…”

“I’ll do my best not to. I’ll owe you a favor if I do, that sounds good?”

Gregory nodded, letting his hands drop to the sides. Monty got on his kneeled down to get a better look and grabbed the ends of the knot and started pulling at it gently. His shoulders tense, Gregory sat there looking down at the gator’s hands. Wondering how could Monty control his strength? Was it the same way that humans do? How similar are these animatronics to humans? Was there a difference? Beside them being machines, and humans being squishy.

What was the difference between us and them?

… Does that mean I almost… Killed a person?

Gregory notices the blood on Monty’s right hand. He tensed and looked away; he knew that the gator wasn’t in the right state of mind when he did that. Monty seems to feel bad about it. He kept staring at him when he thought he wasn't looking. Holding him close, almost flat out growling at the S.T.A.F.F bots if they got too close to him. He was trying his best to prove Gregory that was a onetime thing. That it would never happen again.

That was what his mom used to say, when she first started drinking. She would say or do something, the next day she would apologize, say it wouldn’t happen again. But still go back to her drinks the very same night.

He really didn’t want that to happen again.

He really didn't want Monty to hurt him again.

He didn’t want Freddy to start hurting him.

Gregory felt the shirt around his torso starting to feel a little too tight.

He jumped and turned his head back to the gator in front of him. Looking startled for a second before his eyes narrowed and he glared at the gator.

“What are you trying to do? Squish me into a pancake?”

Monty chuckled, letting go of his shirt, getting off the floor and taking a step back. His shoulders seemed lower than he remembered them being just a minute ago.

“Nah, just wanted to make sure it was tight enough, don’t want it falling off as I ran off with you. Or a S.T.A.F.F bot to grab you by it and drag you off to somewhere else.”

Gregory huffed, moving forwards a little.

“Like that would happen, I’m too fast for them.”

Gregory jumped off the counter, his feet barely touching the floor. When he was scooped right off the floor, and back into the gator’s arms.

“Hey! I can walk!”

“No can-do kid, you are not looking well enough to keep walking around. Besides, it's faster this way.”

Gregory huffed, crossing his arms and looking away from the gator. He could admit, he was tired, and he felt like he could fall over any minute. He has dealt with this before, when he went without food days at a time. But he wasn’t bleeding out those times, and he didn’t hide around every corner, with the risk of getting caught by some crazy robots, security guard, or that rabbit lady.

Even if Monty has the risk of turning on him. At least it seems like he would turn on him later, when he had Freddy.

“Whatever, let's just get out of here already.”

“Can do kid.”

Monty started to walk out of the store. Looking both ways to see if the coast was clear.

“Shit, Monty-”

“S.T.A.F.F bot?”

Gregory nodded and pointed right at the bot. Coming right towards them. How did these bots keep sneaking up on them? Monty sighed and started walking towards the elevator.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Monty couldn’t help but let out a whistle at how many S.T.A.F.F. were out by the main stage. Staring at the many bots from the entrance to his golf course.

“They are really bumping up security tonight.”

“It’s not always like this?” Gregory tilled his head up to Monty.

“Nope, it's usually about half of this amount. Unless something like a little gremlin was able to sneak in.” Monty looked down at the kid, about to move his hand up, and pull down his glasses and winked at him. Before he remembered what happened last time, he did that. He kept his hand on the kids back.

Gregory glared at him.

“Well maybe they should have more human staff to look out for this sort of thing. Or something like you guys.”

“They had some sort of puppet animatronic as one years ago. But it had a flaw in its design, something about it was too easy to stop.” Monty shrugged, Gregory rolled his eyes and looked away from the gator and back out to the bots.

“Well how are we able to get past all of this?”

“See kid, this is where my mind-blowing idea comes in.” Gregory could hear the smirk in the gators voice. He gave the gator a glance over his shoulder.

“Really?”

“Hey, don’t go doubting my ideas.”

Gregory turned his head back, giving him a look of disbelief.

“You said it’s better than hiding in Freddy’s stomach hatch.”

“It really is.”

“What place could be better than that?”

“Trust me kid, you’ll see…”

~~~~~~~~~~~

“This was your mind blowing idea? A fucking potted plant? There’s no way they won’t see us.”

“Hey, this tree is almost as big as me! There’s no way they’ll be able to see us!”

Gregory looked up to the gator with a deadpan look and looked off to his right. Looking straight into the eyes of the S.T.A.F.F bot that was headed right towards them. And back at the gator, throwing his right arm out, pointing at the S.T.A.F.F bot.

“Then what do you call that? A fucking huge Roomba with a hoverboard for feet and a flashlight not coming towards us?”

Monty snapped his head up, his eyes immediately finding the bot Gregory was talking about.

“Well, I wouldn’t call it a Roomba, that would be the wet floor signs.” Monty said as he turned away from the S.T.A.F.F bot, bringing Gregory closer to his body. While the kid put his arm down. Walking away from his ‘mind blowing spot’, while making sure their path was clear.

“The S.T.A.F.F bots would be more like, uh… a knock off brand of that Siri thing! While clearly made to do something else.”

“How does that make any sense? What else would they be made for? And why Siri?”

“I don’t know, just something I heard from people. A couple of guys came in here a few months ago, talking about some rumor they heard, hiding missing kids in animatronic suits. I couldn’t hear more about that, Vanessa kicked them out pretty quick. And some lady, I think her name was Karen? Was talking to some human staff, comparing the S.T.A.F.F to Siri. I figure that they must be similar enough for her to compare them.”

Gregory snorted, covering his mouth.

“What’s so funny?”

“How do you know that’s the lady's name?”

“I overheard the human staff talking about it. She is always complaining about something, even at other stores, from the number of times I’ve heard guests and staff complain about her.”

Gregory giggled, trying his best to keep quiet.

“I don’t get it, what’s so funny about Karen?”

Gregory wheezed, his left arm wrapping around his stomach. Leaning into the gator, shaking in a semi-silent laughter. Monty smirked, glad that he was able to get the kid to laugh. Even if he didn’t understand why he was laughing about some lady. He turned to the left, going straight to Fazer Blast. Freddy had sent a message to Gregory’s watch earlier while they were running from some S.T.A.F.F bots. Telling them where he found the first aid station. Fazer Blast was the only place that Freddy thought would be safe enough to bring the kid to. But Freddy would have to wait in the area for them. If he left the first aid protocol would be canceled, and he would have to find another spot and start the process over again. So, Freddy would be waiting for them at the elevator entrance. Right next to the S.T.A.F.F bot guarding it.

Luckily, it didn’t seem like the other Glamrocks were not around. So, they only had to dodge S.T.A.F.F bots. Which Gregory had to admit, Monty was pretty good at dodging them. Sure, some of his hiding spots were… Interesting to say the least. He was fast, Monty didn’t even have to run from the bots. He just jogged away from them.

Gregory's body tense, the kid letting out a whine. His left hand now holding on to his side.

Fuck, that hurts. Note to self, never laugh when your side is all teared up.

“Easy kid, easy.”

Usually, Gregory didn’t like it when someone called him kid. He was too old to be a kid, he hasn’t been one for years. But it felt different when Monty said it, his voice didn’t change. Like how other adults would when they called him that. He couldn’t remember at this moment what, but he knew the tone of voice was different when Monty said it. Just like with Freddy, neither of them talked to him like he was a nuisance. They talked to him like he was something… What was it called?

“Kid, earth to kid. Are you there?”

Gregory shook his head. Looking back up at Monty, now is not the time to be lost in thought. Even if Monty seems to be back to normal, Gregory still remembers earlier. Monty looking at the catwalk, and in the hallway, he never thought it would be easy to read an animatronics face. But it was surprisingly easy to tell what they were thinking. Monty was angry, there was only a few times Gregory has ever seen that type of anger. And it never ended well for him, he thought he would be done for. Getting his attention, the way he did, both times, he knew from his mom that saying anything didn’t end well.

But Gregory couldn’t let Monty sit like that. Not when they had to get moving, not when there was something seriously wrong with the other bots. Gregory didn’t want to have to call Freddy back, saying his friend had turned once more. It would break his nonexistent heart.

What was surprising was Monty shook himself out of it. He wiped away any previous anger from his mind and asked if he was ready to go. Gregory was surprised by that, but right then was not a good time to ask about that. Gregory knew he shouldn’t even ask at all about the incident. He should be grateful he wasn’t hit and moved on. But he was curious about what got the gator so angry, and he would admit that he was concerned. Monty seems like a cool guy; he didn’t want to see him angry at all.

Gregory straightened up his back and looked at the gator. Even with his shades covering his eyes, he could feel his eyes digging into his skin. He put his left hand on his side, pushing the shirt down onto the wound. Even if the bleeding has slowed down, and the shirt was tight enough to keep enough pressure on it. It still hurts bad, and it made him feel somewhat better, keeping his hand pressed down like this.

“I’m fine, I just moved my side too much.”

Monty looked up for a second, making sure there were no more S.T.A.F.F bots in their way. Before looking back down at Gregory, making his way up the stairs.

“You’re, uh, not in any more pain, are you?”

“Nope, it’s still that same amount as last time you asked.”

“Just making sure kid, just making sure.”

Monty lifted his head up once more. Giving his full attention to everything around him. Gregory let his shoulders drop, and his body relaxed. Glad to have his eyes off him. He was never a fan of being the center of attention. It never ended well for him.

Gregory took this moment to get a good look of his surroundings. He hasn’t been able to get a good look of any of his surroundings since he got here. He had to admit, he could see why people would come here. It was very cool looking, and there was something around every corner. He would love to try some of the games out some day. Preferable during the day, without the killer animatronics after him. Especially Fazer Blast, it looked so cool! Speaking of Fazer Blast.

“Wait, how was Freddy able to get into Fazer Blast? I thought you needed a party pass to get in?”

“Fazer Blast is Freddy’s area, no one will be stopping him from going to his own area.”

Monty stopped right in front of the door. Waiting for a moment, keeping an eye out as the doors open. Jogging in as soon as the doors open, heading straight towards the elevator. Where Freddy was waiting for them, his ears perked up and he straightened his back.

“Gregory!”

(A/N: Hoped you guys all enjoyed that! Took a while to get it written but I think it turned out nicely. Papa bear is now here! We should be getting more fluff in the next chapter. I'm planning on about 3 chapters for this guy, but we will see how that will go. This was so much fun to write, I think this is my favorite part so far. We all love dumbass Monty. Here you guys go! I'll read you guys later! ;)

@tophthedaydreamer

#fnaf security breach #five nights at freddy's #fnaf montgomery #fnaf gregory #fnaf glamrock freddy #fnaf pacifist route au #more lighthearted then last time #some swearing #past child abuse mention #Monty is a dumbass SOMETIMES #gator and gremlin lose what will they do?#gator still trying to avoid emotions more at 7 #they get up to some shenanigans #hurt and comfort #with a dash of angst #A How to Guide for a Gremlin Child to be a Pacifist? (It's Going Better Then Expected)

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rosiehunterwolf · 3 years

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two halves of a broken whole

Prompts: Scars and Free Space (stealing Post-Fight from the twixt board)

Word Count: 2,191

Characters: Nya and Zane

Timeline: Immediately after season 9

Trigger Warnings: Blood, Needles, Brief Swearing

Summary: The Sons of Garmadon have been defeated. Garmadon is in prison. The city has been saved.

In the aftermath of the battle, Nya is more than ready to take a much-needed break. But the life of a ninja is messy. Recovery is never that simple. Although the wounds may have healed, the scars still remain.

Zane’s scars seem to match up, though. And maybe together, they can begin to heal.

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Nya stumbled through the dark kitchen, searching through the cabinets. She gritted her teeth as pain flared in her arm. Where are those painkillers? Ugh, how does Skylor find anything in here? There’s no system!

She gasped in relief as she finally found the medicine cabinet, but as she reached out to grab a bottle, she bumped her bad arm against the cabinet door. Crying out in pain, she jerked her arm back, and the bottles came tumbling down and clattering loudly to the floor.

“Damn it all,” she groaned, leaning her head against the cabinet. “Stupid, stupid arm, why do you have to be so weak-”

“Nya?”

Nya jumped, hitting her head against the cabinet door. “Ow! Zane, what are you doing here-”

The nindriod crossed the small kitchen in two steps, yanking off the damp towel she had draped across her upper arm, revealing a long, bloody cut stretching across the length of it.

“I knew it,” Zane muttered. “Nya, why would you hide something like this?”

“It’s not that big of a deal, I-”

“Not that big of a deal? Nya, this is serious! You need stitches! Next time, say something!”

She winced. “I didn’t want to bother you guys- Lloyd was way more hurt than I was, you guys had your hands full with him.”

“You could’ve gone to Skylor.”

“I wanted to prove I could do it, okay?” Nya snapped. “Skylor was so strong, walking off Garmadon’s power corruption like it was nothing. And she was being so generous, letting us all crash in her house like this- I didn’t want to bother her anymore, but instead, I just ended up bleeding out all over her bathroom floor.”

Zane shot her a sympathetic glance. “Nya, don’t worry about that now. Skylor will understand, and I can clean it up. The only thing we care about is that you are safe. Here, go sit down.” He gestured towards a kitchen chair and headed towards the cabinet. Nya slumped over into the chair, still clutching her arm, and Zane rooted through the medicine bottles, finally pulling out the painkillers and handing her three large pills and a glass of water. She eyed them warily.

“Isn’t this a little much? I mean, it hurts, but not that bad.”

“I still have to give you stitches, remember?”

“Oh. You’re doing that now?” Zane turned away, and Nya took the opportunity to down the pills, using the cheap coffee she had made herself to help her swallow instead of the water Zane had given her. “Nya, if I don’t do this now it will only make the cut worse.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know- ow!” she yelped as Zane rubbed at the wound with a wet, antiseptic-soaked washcloth, the fabric quickly staining red.

“I need to clean it, Nya. This would’ve been much easier if you hadn’t spent so long walking around with an open wound.”

“Okay, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”

“I’m going to go get a needle and thread, I’ll be right back.” Nya sighed, slumping back against the chair. This was exactly what she had been trying to avoid. The guys had been through hell recently. The last thing they needed was having to worry about her, too.

“Nya?”

Nya jerked her eyes open, turning her gaze towards Zane. What happened? Did I doze off?

Stupid coffee, not doing its job.

Zane seemed to catch on to this too, and frowned. “When’s the last time you slept?”

“I don’t need sleep, I have this magical liquid called coffee.”

He shot her a stern glance. “Nya.”

“Fine! I don’t remember, okay?” She reached for the paper cup again, but Zane snatched it from her hand.

“You can’t live off of coffee. First of all, it’s horrible for your health, second, it can never replace a full night’s sleep.”

Nya crossed her arms, grumbling. “Hey, at least I’m better than Lloyd. He dumps like five pounds of sugar into his.”

“Yes, well, Lloyd is sleeping. Like you should be.”

“Which is so not fair,” she huffed. “I spent weeks trying to get him to sleep and the second you guys get back, he does it instantly.”

Zane smiled, but his eyes were sad. “Kai’s always kind of had a way with him.”

“I know.” She turned her head, sighing. “I wasn’t trying to sound ungrateful, I’m so glad you’re back, but-” Nya let her hand fall to her side, where it bumped against Zane’s. Gently, she rubbed her fingers across the smooth metal, her heart pounding in her chest. Suddenly, she squeezed Zane’s hand, her breath coming in heavy pants as she closed her eyes.

“Nya?”

Her eyes snapped open. “I’m fine. Let’s just get this over with.”

“Nya, it’s okay if you’re not fine.”

“I am.”

“I’m sorry we left you as we did.”

“It’s not your fault, okay?” She tugged away from him. Her hands were trembling now- from the coffee? The painkillers? The fear? She didn’t know. “It’s not your fault.”

Zane closed his hands over hers, steadying them. “No, but it still wasn’t fair to you. I’m sorry you had to go through all that.”

“You don’t know,” she whimpered. “You don’t know what it was like. I wanted to give up so bad, and Lloyd-” she closed her eyes, breathing out slowly. “I don’t even know how I got him through it. He was so depressed. I can’t go through that again.” She turned sharply towards Zane, grabbing his hands. “I can’t. You hear me? That can never happen again.”

Zane squeezed her hands back, his eyes sad. “Believe me, Nya, I will do everything in my power to make sure it never does. But we are ninja. Dangerous things are going to happen, and if we spend our whole lives fearing that, we’ll never get through. We need to live life one day at a time. We need to trust in each other.”

“I do trust you!”

“Good.” He placed a hand on her arm, just below the wound. “Then you’ll let me patch you up?”

Nya glanced at the needle and swallowed, looking away. “Just go ahead. Don’t make me watch.”

“We really don’t have the proper numbing medication,” Zane said. “The painkillers will help some, but this is still going to hurt.”

“Believe me, I’m sure the sword going in felt a lot worse.”

Zane pressed his lips together. “Yes, I suppose it did. Ready?”

“Stop asking me if I’m ready and just do it already!” Zane flinched away, and she quickly added, “Sorry. I’m just a little on edge.”

“You’re going to be fine. Just hold still.”

The needle was cold on her skin, and then suddenly it was piercing through her flesh. It took all of Nya’s willpower not to jerk away, and she bit down hard on her lip, forcing back a scream. “Holy shit- Zane!” she broke off in a whine.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. It’ll be over soon.”

She tried to focus on her breathing as the needle pricked her again and again, Zane’s tugs quick and tight.

“Augh, remind me to visit Kryptarium later and go scream at those assholes for doing this to me.”

“We could’ve gotten you to a proper hospital if you had spoken up earlier. This is your own fault.”

“Oh, yeah, blame the victim. Besides, I hate hospit- aaugh, Zane, are you almost done?”

“Done.” Zane neatly snipped the thread, and Nya slumped over onto the table, grinding her teeth together and clenching her fists.

She felt Zane’s hand on her back. “Are you okay?”

“Gaugh, I will be, but son of a bitch, that hurt!”

“Alright.” Zane’s voice suddenly sounded cross. “It’s over now. That language is no longer necessary.”

“Are you seriously scolding me for swearing right now?” The table muffled her yelp. “I’d like to see how you cope when your arm stings like hell.”

“Nya.”

“You’re impossible!” Sitting up, she told him, “If you’re going to be such a goody-two-shoes, could you at least get me an ice pack?”

Zane got her the ice, and after about half an hour, the pain had finally dulled to something she could sleep through.

Exhausted as she was, though, she wasn’t done yet.

“Come see me in the morning,” Zane was saying, cleaning up the last of the bottles and putting them back in Skylor’s medicine cabinet. “It should be fine, but I want to check just to be sure. And try not to sleep on that side. I don’t want the stitches coming out during the night.” As he turned to walk out of the room, Nya grabbed his wrist.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

He blinked. “To bed? Like any sensible person should be at this hour?”

“Not so fast, now it’s your turn.”

“My turn?”

“You patched me up,” Nya told him as she turned and rustled through Skylor’s junk drawer. “It’s only fair that I return the favor.” She pulled out a few screwdrivers, some scrap metal, and- score, a circuit board. And in pristine condition, too! Skylor always had the best stuff lying around. When you could find it, that is.

“But Nya, I’m not injured!”

She put a hand on her hip, glancing him up and down. Scratches and dents littered the ice ninja’s skin, and if she knew Zane, that was usually an allusion to something bigger going on.

“Oh please, the four of you came back a mess.” She walked around him, inspecting him. “Don’t tell me you came out of that whole ordeal unscathed. And I didn’t see anyone check you over today. Aha-” leaning forward, she rapped her knuckles against a spot on his back, near the shoulder, and the panel shuddered beneath her touch. “I knew it. This section isn’t sturdy. Take off your shirt so I can get to it better.”

“Nya, I am a nindroid, injury is inconsequential-”

“I said, take off your shirt! Or are you going to make me do it for you?”

Zane sighed, pulling off his pajama top so that Nya could see the damaged area better. The panel appeared cracked and loose, so, gently, she pried it off, revealing several frayed and broken wires. Part of the exposed circuits were fried.

“And you were telling me off for hiding my injuries?”

“It’s hardly the same. Human bodies cannot withstand the amount of force that a nindroid’s can. Plus, you are susceptible to infection.”

“Zane, I don’t care!” She got to work snipping at the wires and pulling some of the damaged parts out. “You’re still one of us. Just because you can take this sort of damage doesn’t mean you should!”

“I know. I was just worried about the others.”

“Well, it’s about time you thought of yourself for once. You can’t properly care for us if you’re not functioning at full capacity, anyway.” Sticking the tweezers between her teeth, she readjusted the wires and got to work on the circuits.

“I… I don’t like asking for help.”

Nya’s fingers paused.

“‘E ei’er.” The tweezers muffled her words, but Zane got her point clear enough.

“Sometimes we do need help, though. We are part of a team for a reason, after all.”

Nya removed the tweezers and wiped her grease-stained hands on a towel. “You’re forgetting that I was Samurai X before I was a ninja. I didn’t need any help then.”

“I didn’t forget, I just remembered the important parts. We were still there for you afterward, even on your solo missions.”

Nya was quiet for a moment. “Maybe that was why it was so hard with you gone. It was like a piece of me was missing. I couldn’t fully uphold the Resistance without you guys there to help.”

Zane’s fingers skirted across his heart. “I don’t know how we went on, with part of our souls realms away.”

Nya put a hand over his. “But we’re here now.”

“But you weren’t. We have all the pieces again, but they feel… broken.”

“Hey.” Nya pressed the metal against the gap in his back, using the screwdriver to secure it into place. She leaned back, admiring her work. Good as new. “I fixed you, didn’t I? Nothing will stay broken forever.”

“I can fix a car,” Zane sighed. “Or the Bounty, or the oven, or myself. But I have no idea how one goes about putting pieces of a broken heart back together.”

Nya sat down next to him. Their eyes met- stunning, electrifying blue against deep, gentle brown. “Neither do I. But maybe… we can figure it out.” She leaned her head on his shoulder. “Together.”

“Together is good,” Zane agreed, putting his arm around her. “I think I like it a lot better than being alone.”

Sitting there, on the hard wooden chair, raw stitches in her shoulder, with Zane’s hard metal arms wrapped around her, she couldn’t have been in a more uncomfortable position. Yet Nya felt more at ease than she had in weeks.

For the first time since the guys had gone to the First Realm, Nya’s sleep was peaceful and uninterrupted.

#ninjago #ninbingo #my fic #rosie writes #ninjago nya #ninjago zane #i love love loved writing these two #their dynamic is so fun #and they're actually very similar #so it's fun seeing them discover those connections together #thanks for reading!#reblogs and comments greatly appreciated!

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namjinsanswer · 6 years

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The Try Guys Crash Test A New Roller Coaster

they all dressed up in suits to ride the rollercoaster. snazzy bois.

they’re at Knott’s Berry Farm ... cries in berry boys

they’ll be riding the steepest and the first and only dive rollercoaster in california ... “HANGTIME.” 150 ft tall, 5 inversions, 57 mph, and a 96 degree drop

Keith rolls out the first “berry” pun @ 0:52

Ned: “today, it’s daddy’s big day out.”

Zach hated and avoided rollercoasters all his life until beautiful Keith forced him to ride one 2 years ago. now he’s addicted.

Eugene admits he has an irrational fear of rollercoasters

Eugene: “it’s one of those rare moments when the other try guys go ‘hey, Eugene’s the loser right now’.”

Keith is normally a scaredy cat but feels comfortable in physics’ never-failing hands

Eugene is not scared, just irrationally concerned

Zach’s goal for today is to get a fucking hawt pic while on the rollercoaster. i love my zaddy

RIDE 1

Ned and Zach on the ends, Keith and Eugene in the middle

everyone’s freaking out

Eugene glares in ‘i told you fuckers so’

Ned just wants to be with his baby

cut to Eugene monologuing over his fear of things he doesn’t have control over, Ned holds up a ‘good grief!’ thought bubble

back to the coaster, they’re all preparing for the worst during the vertical lift

the ride pauses just before the 96 degree drop.

Eugene is screaming in terror

FUCKIGN KEITH HIS FACE IM CRYNIG WAHHHHH

Zach is cursing

Ned regrets this decision

and THEN ... it DROPS

they’re all screaming. Keith’s tie and Eugene’s hair are flying

Keith is undergoing some kind of exorcism now

Eugene is praying to Jesus

Ned and Zach are having the time of their lives

Eugene continues to scream as the rollercoaster slows down

Ned is crying

‘THAT WAS SCARY” COUNT: 11

the doctor doesn’t know what would happen to someone if they rode a rollercoaster 10 times in a row. she predicts she’ll have to call the emts

Zach is excited to partake in this new scientific investigation

Eugene got Zach ready for his bar mitzvah with the vomit bag

by ride 3 Zach and Eugene have their hands in the air. Keith and Ned don’t look too good

Zach doesn’t know how much more his little heart can take. adorable

by ride 4 Eugene cherishes that 96 degree drop

Eugene’s motto: “the front gets the view, but the back gets the action.”

Zach had to poop before getting on the ride, now he doesn’t have to. concerning.

after ride 5, Ned is close to vomiting/can’t stop burping, Keith’s had enough, Zach is dead on Gene’s shoulder, and Eugene is just laughing

Keith feels drunk

Ned is getting his blood pressure taken

Eugene wants to go again. i think someone is starting to like rollercoasters...

Eugene goes on ride 6 all by himself, wishes his friends were with him, declares himself the master of hangtime

Korndaddy got the sexiest rollercoaster pic ever

after riding hangtime 6 times, Eugene has gone from ‘good grief!’ to ‘AAUGH!’

them at the end: I LOVE FOUR (4) IDIOTS

#the try guys #ned fulmer #keith habersberger #zach kornfeld #eugene lee yang #the try guys crash test a new roller coaster #these just keep getting longer and longer wow

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aspen-arts · 6 years

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The Price of Freedom Ch 1

EDIT: Changed the title to “The Price of Freedom” since I like that title better. It fits more with the theme of the story, I think.

@suspicious-spirit

Finally got the first chapter of the Ghostblossom fanfic I’ve mentioned up! Hopefully more chapters will come soon and it’ll be good. Hope you enjoy it! ^^

THE PRICE OF FREEDOM

CH 1

Cagney Carnation was not happy. Then again he was never happy most of these days for several reasons. Either the amount of rain was not to his liking, or the weather is dull, cold and cloudy, or it had something to do with the flower sitting next to him, Nathan Nightshade. Right now it was the third and there was nothing else he could do but sit in the passenger seat of a 1932 Adler Primus while staring out the window watching the buildings go by as Nathan continued on prattling about the bar they had just left.

“Entertainment stank,” The purple flower went on, “but hey the gin was nice and cold just the way I like it.” He glanced over at the yellow carnation and frowned. “What’s the matter with ya’?”

“You acted like a total asshole back there.” The yellow flower muttered.

Nathan said nothing but Cagney noticed his grip on the steering wheel tighten and when he did speak again his voice was dangerously soft.

“Yeah? Explain how…”

Cagney wrapped his vine-like arms around him and glanced out the car window, thinking about how he was going to say what he wanted to say while simultaneously trying to keep Nathan calm. “What I meant was…you nearly broke that guy’s arm…he was just—”

“He was trying to get you away to have a little fun with you.” Nathan interrupted. “Good thing I caught him in the act before he can do anything with you.”

“That’s ridiculous and you know it,” Cagney snorted. “I wasn’t gonna—”

“What? Calling me a liar?”

“No!” Cagney protested. “I was just sayin’—”

“I’m doin’ this for your own good babe.” Nathan cut him off again. “You ought to be grateful I’m looking after ya’.”

Cagney didn’t even dare to say anything else. He knew how aggressive Nathan could be during an argument so he focused his attention back on watching the buildings go past them as they drove on and wondered once again on how he got himself into this situation.

His mind wandered back to the day where he left his original home of Fleischer Fields. It hadn’t been that bad to be honest, but there were still some unpleasant memories that he had wanted to get away from. Once he had been old enough to leave, he figured starting fresh in a new place would be the perfect way to get away from the past. Unfortunately things didn’t go according to plan.

He found that the seaside city was too cold for his liking, there wasn’t enough sunshine and it rained constantly. Not that he hated rain. He enjoyed it back home in Fleischer Fields. However the rain in this city was colder than the rains back home, not to mention it fell hard and fast. After spending a few weeks in the city, Cagney was sure he would just be miserable…if it hadn’t been for Nathan.

He had met Nathan in one of the cities pansy parlors and they began talking. He seemed like a very nice and sweet guy and eventually the two began dating. However as time went on the relationship began to crumble. Nathan became more protective of him which turned to the point of possessive. He got angry over the smallest things and in some instances became physical with Cagney which included painful tugs on his petals and gripping his vine-like arms so hard that it ached for hours.

Still it was a lot better than being pummeled like a punching bag…wasn’t it? And there were days where Nathan was really good to him. He allowed him to live in his apartment after all and if wasn’t for his hospitality where would he be? Probably living homeless in the alleyways, wet and cold from the rain.

A sensation of gentle rubbing on one of his petals caused him to jolt out of his memories. Nathan was gently rubbing Cagney’s top petal and he smiled at him.

“Hey listen, I’m sorry for what I did back there.”

Cagney thought about this for a moment before answering. ”Forgiven…but not forgotten.”

“Aw, you’re the best, babe.”

He leaned over to plant a kiss on Cagney’s cheek but the yellow flower immediately lunged forward and grabbed the steering wheel. “Road!” He screamed. “Nathan, the road!”

They swerved past an oncoming car which honked furiously and angry shouts were heard from inside. Nathan immediately stopped the car and grabbed Cagney’s wrist, tightening his grip.

“Ow!” Cagney winced. “Nathan—”

“What the hell was that for?! You trying to kill us or something?!”

“What?” Cagney stared at him in disbelief. “Me? You were the one not paying atten—aaugh!”

The grip on his wrist tightened and Nathan leaned his face dangerously close to Cagney’s. The yellow flower could smell gin and smoke on his boyfriend’s breath as he growled “You’re gonna blame me for that stunt? I ain’t the one who drove the car like a maniac!”

“Nathan, stop it!” Cagney hissed. “You’re hurting me!”

“Well you could have killed us!”

Cagney desperately tried to pull away from Nathan but his boyfriend’s grip was too strong. Suddenly the car door swung open and the next thing Cagney knew he was being shoved out and landed face down onto the road.

“Find your own way home!” Nathan snarled. “I ain’t taking any chances with your mood.”

Cagney slowly got up as Nathan slammed the door shut and drove off. Realizing what has happened Cagney scrambled up and desperately tried to follow after the car.

“Nathan! Wait! I don’t—”

Too late. The car turned the corner and disappeared. Cagney’s vines drooped in despair.

“I don’t know the way back…”

“Well ain’t that a sight.”

Cagney froze at the sound of raspy baritone voice and slowly turned around. Standing behind him was a tall humanoid being with a dice for a head. What caught Cagney’s attention was the outfit he was wearing: A bright purple suit with white gloves and purple shoes that shone despite the muck and rain on the streets.

“Never thought I’d see a Fleischer Field flower around this part of town,” The Dice continued. “What’s the matter, sprout? Lover’s tiff?”

Cagney immediately stiffened at the way the Dice spoke so casual about him and his personal problems. “Who are you? And how did you know about that?”

The Dice gave a wide smile and held out his hand towards Cagney. “The name’s King Dice. Manager of the Devil Casino and the Devil’s right hand man.”

Cagney glared down at the hand in distrust. “What do ya’ want with me?”

“Oh I just noticed you looked down in the dumps and thought I could throw you a bone.”

“Yeah?” Cagney was still suspicious. “How?”

With a flick of his wrist, a card appeared between the thumb and index finger of King Dice. He handed it to Cagney who took it and read what was written on it.

TRY YOUR LUCK AT DEVIL’S CASINO!

All-nighter of luck and hooch!

You will have a hell of a time!

Cagney read this a couple of more times before turning his attention back at King Dice. “A casino? Why would I need to go to a casino?”

“Not just any casino,” King held up a finger to correct him, “a place where you won’t need to worry about your problems. A place for folks like you who are down on their luck and full of desperation.”

“I ain’t desperate!” Cagney growled.

King Dice merely smirked. “Sure you ain’t. You know where the railroad tracks are?”

Cagney nodded.

“Good. Casino’s on the other side if you’re interested. I’ll be seeing ya’.”

And with that King Dice spun around once and disappeared into the ground. Cagney read the card in his leaves again. This was a really bad idea. He should be trying to find their apartment before the rains start to fall. But he was in an area of the city where he had never been in before. Maybe he can ask someone for directions, but who would he ask? A low rumble of thunder caused Cagney to stiffen. Well the railroad tracks were closer…maybe he can ask someone for directions at the casino.

He made up his mind.

Turning around he began to walk. He walked past several buildings, walked past the junkyard and past the old theater. Crossing over the bridge that led from the city to the outskirts, Cagney spotted the railway just ahead of him and across from that was a large entrance in a mountain with lamps. Well there was no turning back now.

Gulping, Cagney took a step onto the railway. The ground began to shake and a high pitched whistle echoed in the air. There was a rumbling sound and the whistle became louder. Two bright lights shone out of nowhere and were heading straight towards the yellow carnation. Panicking, Cagney dove to the other side of the tracks just in time. A large train with a blue face and bared teeth drove past him and gave him a murderous look.

“Stay outta the rails, ya’ bum!”

Cagney scrambled away from the rails and sat up in time to watch the train of cars drive past him. They were filled with ghosts, skeletons and souls of the dead. Some were laughing uproariously while others were wailing in despair and the noise of it all chilled Cagney to the core. Finally the caboose of the train drove by and through the window Cagney saw something that nearly made him jump out of his roots. Two hands with yellow eyes were peeking out from the caboose window and were staring straight at him.

Cagney began to tremble violently. Stories of phantom railways coming to take your soul away plagued his mind. Was this happening to him right now? Fortunately just as soon as the train appeared it disappeared down the railway. The wails and laughter had died down and only the wind was heard blowing softly in the air. Cagney stood up and brushed off the dirt staining his stem, trying to calm himself. He was safe. Now all he had to do was go into the casino, get some directions, and then go home.

He just hoped Nathan would be in a better mood once he got back.

#ghostblossom #cagney carnation #blind specter #cuphead #cuphead fanfic #cagney/blind specter #my writing

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fenharelxenansal · 6 years

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ooc;;

so i went back into my discord history to dig up some meta i wrote a while back about briala. alice, nixe, mo, merc, and cay have all already read this, but i feel like a lot of it is really important to my characterization and i want it on my blog. maybe someday i’ll format it to read in a less disjointed, chat-style way, but for now -- have 1600+ words about briala’s backstory, i guess?

cw: lots of emotional abuse and gaslighting, lots of character death

im having a mood abt the tactics celene might have used to keep briala on her side when they were fighting and aaugh

bc i think a lot about the scene at the beginning of TME where bria is getting sexually harassed by a palace guard and the fact that nobody in that scene, briala included, acts like its anything particularly abnormal. that worries me

i mean. celene killed her damn parents. i dont think encouraging a guard to harass briala from time to time to make herself look like a saint in comparison is beyond her

and i have this mental image of briala being hurt in some way, nothing serious, a bruise here or there from someone other than celene, deliberately caused to send her running back to the empress who will make it all better

to give briala someone to hate instead of celene

to give celene the opportunity to 'make it up' to her

because i dont believe for a second that celene, grand player of the Game that she is, wouldn't stoop that low

she would do anything in her power to keep briala

because she is too dangerous, she knows too much

my headcanon is that when celene tried to send her away to live with the Dalish, it wasn't for her own protection

it was to keep her from ever realizing the truth of what happened the night her parents died, because it could destabilize celene's grip on power

and when Briala came back, well, she had to come up with another plan. and she cared for Briala enough that she didn't want to just kill her. so she made her into an intensely loyal asset

so i think any time Briala started to turn on her, started to want to leave her service even a little, she would do something to make herself look like the good guy again

the thing i always think about

Briala was supposed to be killed that night along with her parents

it wasn't 'all the servants except briala' it was 'all the servants'. the fact that she survived was pure luck, and the fact that celene didn't just have her killed after that point was because. well. Celene was a 16 year old lesbian about to ascend the throne of one of the most powerful countries in Thedas. One might imagine her a bit lonely.

im pretty sure she knew sending briala away was sending her to likely bandits or death by starvation

but she didn't have to feel so personally responsible for that

its easy to kill a palace full of servants whose names you dont know

theyre just numbers on a piece of parchment saying how many bodies you have to clean up

briala made herself real to celene and that makes her harder to kill

because she could have just killed her right then herself

but celene never had the stomach for killing people herself. she just gives the orders.

and so when faced with that situation, with her personal handmaiden traumatized, crying, covered in her parents' blood saying 'they're all dead', the smart thing to do would have been to kill her. but celene didn't do that. she just sent her away to near-certain death instead.

Briala is incredibly dangerous to Celene

especially post-TME, post realization of exactly how Celene orchestrated her rise to power

she is the only one who knows that Celene's claim on the throne is truly illegitimate, no matter how much Gaspard tries to argue it

not only did she have her own palace servants murdered

she had the emperor assassinated

which i think everyone misses?

she had him assassinated and then staged the murder of her palace servants to paint herself as an innocent victim who just happened to not be there that night

thats why all the palace servants were killed

so that suspicion would not fall on her for Florian's murder

the point was to make it look like the same assassins who went after her uncle were also going after her

when in reality she was the one calling the shots all along

i did briefly toy with writing a verse where Briala never met Felassan, where she made it to the Dalish safe at 14 years old and tried to become one of them

but the fact is that the moment he sent her back to Celene was a defining moment for her, something that fundamentally changed her, and she wouldn't have been anywhere near the same person without that

it told her, right there and right then, subtextually and insidiously, that the cause was the most important thing, more than her safety - because she knew it was dangerous being anywhere near the Empress-to-be, she wasn't stupid. she didn't even really know what the cause was at that point; he never told her what he got out of their meetings. so the cause to her became helping elves. and then that really quickly became warped to helping celene because she convinced her that it was the best way to serve the cause.

"what would have been different if she'd decided what she wanted to fight for on her own?"

she would have been a lot less.....not less dedicated, but less 'dedicated to the detriment of her own wellbeing'

if she had decided herself not to go to the Dalish, to stay by Celene's side to enact change, rather than just following the orders of other people, her story would be very different

concept: briala actually processing her trauma??? what???

bc you know the moment she got back to the palace with Celene after meeting Fel for the first time she threw herself headfirst into the Game

she focused all of her energy on intelligence-gathering and supporting Celene in her bid to become Empress

She never gave herself a single moment to grieve

and it isn't an uncommon story in Thedas, an elf watching someone or multiple someones they love cut down by humans

imagine if u will: briala, trying to have a funeral, not just for her parents, but for all of them

thats the thing i really feel the need to

idk

it wasn't just her parents

briala grew up in the palace. her parents were both palace servants.

she knew every single one of those servants. they were her friends and her family. and at the end of it she was left standing covered in blood in front of celene. celene was all she had left.

she didn't have any friends at the beginning of TME. she was friendly with the cook, but that was it.

celene took a generally happy, driven, and incredibly smart 14-year old elven girl and took away everyone she had ever known except herself. she made herself briala's world.

that's the real reason i hate that you can reunite them. its not that i don't believe they could be reunited - its that they can. because briala doesn't have anyone else. she has celene and felassan. that's it.

when you only have one person, its easy to make excuses for them and justify the things theyve done. its easy to believe them when they apologize and promise to do better.

thats why i want briala to have friends and lovers and people

i want to have a verse where she has grown so far beyond that point that she would laugh if Celene asked her to return to the palace

i want her to stop loving Celene but she isn't there yet

in my current writing, at least

she is still vulnerable to her in every verse where Celene is still alive

i just imagine her like

talking quietly about her childhood best friend among the servants

we don't get to see much of Briala's childhood

we get the moment of her mother telling her she mustn't try to hide her ears and that she must be proud of being an elf. that's really it.

but we do know that there were other children of servants who were considered for Celene's handmaiden aside Briala

i like to think she was friends with these other children. that she wasn't always lonely from the start

but of course that leads down the road of those friends being slaughtered as well so its a tradeoff

and then there's the question of whether when Celene kissed her when she was sending her away, if that was her first kiss, if she ever even had the chance to love someone else

i think a lot about how Briala spent 20 years learning how to love exactly 1 person the way she wanted to be loved

just imagining her trying to have a romantic relationship with someone else with that framework still in place is painful. it wouldn't work no matter how much she wanted it to because she'd be treating them like celene. she has no other model for how a relationship can work

she bypasses that somewhat with Lana, but its still there, thinking that the best thing to do is the thing that Keeps Lana Safe

she wouldn't recognize abuse if she got into another bad relationship

and she doesn't know how a relationship works where she isn't centering the other person's needs over her own

she gave up everything she ever wanted or aspired to for Celene

one time i got a prompt from a lyric starter list i made

'you can still be what you want to'

and briala just. broke for a moment.

'no. i can't. i never could - none of us ever could. thats why we fight.'

she doesn't have interests or hobbies or friends or a life

celene was her life and now she's filled that void with her cause

#meta;#about the muse;#this is a lot of words and i really need to go through and retype this in a way that is proper sentences and such #don't have the spoons for it today #emotional abuse cw #death cw

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