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Going Back: Ch. 4

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: Things are looking up for Gregory. After putting the soul of a formerly-immortal killer to rest, he and his new family can finally begin their lives anew. Sure, Gregory might have been cursed with mysterious Remnant in exchange for being involved in this mess—not to mention his caretakers consist of sentient robots and ghosts… But there’s no doubt that the bond they share is unbreakable. They love him, and he in turn.

All in all, life is finally starting to go right for once.

…Unfortunately, true peace is a hard-won battle. There are other things to contend with besides William’s decrepit soul, and Gregory will learn that his role in the lives of the Aftons and Emilys is far greater than anyone could’ve imagined.

Rating: T

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The pair traveled back up to surface level, picking up the pace the closer they got to their friends. When they emerged into the beautiful overhead lights of the atrium, Michael called Sammy on his walkie and asked to meet in Monty's room. He assumed Freddy and Gregory were still hanging out there, as they hadn't heard anything to the contrary.

Sure enough, they caught sight of the gator through the window, talking animatedly with Freddy and Gregory who laughed at his latest anecdote. To Michael's great relief, Gregory seemed much more at ease with the oversized robot. Knocking on the glass to get their attention, Mike waved when the trio looked his way. “Hey, guys! Let us in? Sammy's on his way over, too.”

“What's the password?” Gregory called through the thick panel of glass that separated them. He rose from his crisscross position on the ground, excited to see other company after listening to the robots getting reacquainted for who knows how long.

“There is no password, you little ding-dong!” Charlie laughed, watching as Gregory giggled before throwing open the door.

“Was your mission a success?” Freddy asked, standing from the couch as Charlie and Michael funneled into the room.

“Sure was,” Mike said with a nod and a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. “We found two more 'friends' that were apparently hanging around since Charlie's initial call the other night... they're with the others now, so no worries.”

“Oh... I see.” Freddy looked to the ground, giving the lost souls a moment of somber silence before perking back up. “Well, as long as they are being taken care of, then I am sure they will be alright. Gregory and I have been having a wonderful time with Monty!” He patted the gator's arm, and Monty grinned down at the newcomers with claws on his hips.

“Heck yeah we have!” the gator agreed heartily, letting out a loud laugh. “Gregory's a plucky lil' squirt—I like 'im!”

“As I knew you would,” Freddy chuckled, gazing between the gator and his son with a fond smile.

Gregory seemed to thrive in the praise. Where there was once animosity between him and the nearly seven foot tall gator, he was beginning to feel a bit of a soft spot for the guy again. As far as the remaining animatronics went, Monty was a close second to his favorite.

“Hold the door! I’m coming!” Behind the androids, the hurried shuffles of the CEO could be heard.

“Hey—” Samuel huffed, fixing his crooked glasses as he leaned into the doorway “—how’s everything going, guys?”

“Good—we've got one more piece sorted out, and one less thing for you to worry about,” Michael assured, grinning at his old friend. “We just came to pick you three up, actually—we're ready to show you the basement surprise Charlie mentioned earlier if you're ready to see it, Sam.”

Freddy visibly brightened at Michael's words, excited to see Henry and the other kids again. He peered up at Monty, offering him a fist to bump. “I believe that is our cue to leave. I will return as soon as I can; try to stay out of trouble, will you?”

“HA! No promises, Fredbear!” Monty cackled, returning the gesture. The comical difference in the sizes of their hands only made him laugh more, and Freddy shook his head affectionately. It was so nice to have his old friend back in action and returned to his proper self.

If Freddy felt this relieved from Monty being offline for only a few nights, he couldn't imagine what it must've felt like for Charlie and Michael to see each other again after so many years. It made his heart simultaneously warm and achy to think of.

Charlie seemed to empathetically cling to that same ideal. When she found out that Mike had been the one to save her from the ruins of the old pizzeria, her heart simultaneously broke and soared at the same time. Her one true friend had been the soul to help her, and in turn, she helped him. She could see that similar bond between Freddy and Monty. Though their parting was bittersweet, they’d all see each other again soon.

Gregory waited by Freddy, and in a sign of good faith, raised his hand to bump Monty’s fist. He couldn’t blame the gator for what that virus made him. Like the others, all he wanted at his core was to have fun.

“I gotta go visit my other friends but we’ll see you later, Alligator!” Gregory joked, giving the bassist a genuine smile.

“See ya around, squirt!” Monty replied, pressing Gregory’s knuckles against his own. His tail, previously laying still against the floor, slowly swished side to side in poorly-contained glee. Monty was over the moon that the kid was no longer terrified of him and hoped his loving—but comparatively stricter—dad would let Gregory out of his sight someday so they could have some real fun.

Once all partings were done, Freddy slipped his hand into Gregory’s as they followed the others. Charlie took the lead this time, with Michael and Sammy side-by-side behind her. As they walked, Mike nudged Sammy’s shoulder with a smirk.

“So we hear you’ve got a secret helper who brought up some animatronics for you,” he began, trying to keep his tone nonchalant. Same as Charlie, Michael was so curious to know what a note from Ennard was like, let alone how Sammy was faring with everything.

Sam brightened at this. The fact he had some competent worker who’d been willing to both locate and lug all of his heavy equipment up the freight elevator and into Parts & Service had sent him over the moon. Good help was hard to find… but then again, he couldn't afford to pay more than minimum wage until recently.

“Yes!” he answered, sighing in relief. “I couldn't really... Read the letter they wrote on my office desk, but I got the important parts.” He laughed off the oddity with a wave of his hand. “Thanks to them, I predict the Glamrocks will be up and running before the week's end! That, and the new additions I plan to add...”

After all, those robots were a part of his new business deal. Fresh characters always brought in bigger profit margins. If Sammy added them at the right times during the season, then they could get the second Pizzaplex built in the next decade.

The happy look on his face only faltered when Charlie asked Michael: “Are you going to tell him, or should I?”

“Um, yeah, so... that wasn't actually a new employee who brought the animatronics up,” Michael began, his smile slipping into a grimace. “It's... ugh, how do I explain this thing... Well, first off, their name is Ennard.”

When Michael paused again, Freddy decided to interject, quickly catching onto the situation. “Ennard is an allied animatronic that has been helping us most of the weekend. It sounds like they still wanted to assist where they can?” He tilted his head questioningly, to which Michael nodded.

“Yes—okay, so this is going to sound really weird, but they're actually four different bots melded together,” Michael tried to explain. His brow creased and he held up his hand, counting his fingers silently. “Er... maybe three? Depends on if you consider BonBon a separate entity.”

He huffed a sigh, realizing he'd spent far too long debating the finer details of the amalgamation. He looked back to Sam, feeling bad for confusing him even more.

"Do you remember that Funtime animatronic line William tried to start up a while ago? That's what Ennard is—all of them combined into one robot except Circus Baby. They're... probably going to pop out of the vents at some point; trust me, you'll know if you see them.”

That... didn't seem like it would work, realistically? Samuel had studied the Funtime blueprints a long time ago, and while many of their functions seemed vestigial, including an extending ice cream scoop that came from Circus Baby’s stomach, their programming would simply clash too much to form a functioning robot.

Sam rubbed his neck as he listened, then jumped high and bumped into his sister at the feeling of something wrapping around his leg.

“OH—Christ!” he yelped, shaking off the metal tendril that seemed to affectionately curl around his calf.

“IT WAS ME. HI,” stated the cacophony of four broken voice boxes speaking together in unison. “HELLO, PIZZARIA OWNER. HELLO, LITTLE MIKEY AND FREDDY... WE MISSED YOU GUYS...”

Charlie caught her brother as he clutched his chest with a tight fist, breathing hard as he got over the initial shock of being touched in the dim lighting.

“Ennard—” Gregory laughed, trying to make it seem less of a big deal than it really was. “—you scared Mr. Sam!”

“OUR BAD...,” they replied apologetically, receding back towards the vents with their many moving appendages.

“See?! You're freaky!” Michael exclaimed a big smugly, happy to prove his point from earlier. To Sam, he added: “I worked in their storage facility and they, um... got... attached to me. Charlie and I found them again in the basement a few nights ago, and now they won't leave me alone.”

He shot a glare into the dark corner, where a tendril was steadily inching its way back to Michael's foot. Instead of trying to kick it Mike simply kept walking, knowing it was pointless to waste energy on such a gesture.

“Hello, Ennard!” Freddy said with a bright wave, completely opposing to Michael's sullen pout. “Thank you for helping Sam with the animatronics. Have things been alright during our absence?”

“WE... MADE A... FRIEND,” they replied slowly, as if self-conscious. Still, they were proud of this feat. Despite Michael's warnings not to leave the vents, they had snuck out into the Daycare and found the friendliest robot—someone who rivaled Ennard in height and with a bubbly personality. “WE WANTED TO COME AND SEE... HOW YOU ARE ALL DO—DOING...”

After his initial fright, Samuel had found this animatronic fascinating from a scientific standpoint. “Oh, you have a short in your voice box. I could fix that for you... It's the least I could do for helping us out!”

Ennard shook their head, somewhat afraid of the attention.

“NO... WE WON'T NEED THIS BODY FOR LONG... THANK YO-U.” They spoke decisively, and in as polite of a tone they could muster through their intimidating static.

Michael whipped around, causing Charlie to run into him as his eyebrows shot up to his hairline.

“What?! What does that mean?!” he hissed. “Ennard, what the fuck does that mean?!”

“Michael...?” Freddy began hesitantly, and the man's gaze shifted to his.

“Ah, shit—I mean, crap. Ugh. Sorry, Freddy,” he apologized weakly, then ran a hand through his hair. “I don't like when they say things like that...”

Michael just had to remind himself that Ennard was smart enough not to try to that organ-removing tactic again in order to get a new body... At least, he hoped that was the case. Still, it didn't hurt to advise Sammy: “Hey, try to keep people away from the vents for a little longer, okay? For my sake.”

This raised alarm bells with Samuel, primarily because he couldn't have anyone else getting hurt. Not only were people’s lives at stake, but this could all come crashing down and ruin him financially.

“WE WILL NOT HURT ANYONE—IT'S A SURPRISE—Surprise!” Ennard rejoiced, voice seeming to fade away as they crawled backwards into the winding ventilation system.

After all, they couldn't have Michael finding out their plans! Being able to watch over and keep him safe to make up for all those years of torment they caused meant they’d have to be at liberty to leave the Pizzaplex. This couldn't be achieved given their current size and stature.

“You better be good, Ennard, got it?” Charlie remarked in an attempt to lightly threaten, though the intent was all but lost to Ennard who only saw Charlie as the harmless, plucky friend of Michael's. She let out a sigh, gripping Mike’s shoulder in to ground him to the present. “Why don't you go hang out with your new friend? We'll catch up with you later.”

At the dismissal, the group watched as Ennard's spaghetti-like limbs retracted back into the darker recesses of the air duct.

“Oh... That's... Neat...,” Samuel murmured, concern rife in his face and high-pitched voice. “Note to self: We'll hire outside contractors for air duct maintenance...”

And maybe add an NDA to the hiring process.

Michael sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand while patting Charlie's reassuring grip on his shoulder with the other. If Ennard said they wouldn't hurt anyone, Michael had to believe them. It wasn't like he had much choice in the matter, anyway...

“...Perhaps we should continue on,” Freddy suggested after a moment of silence, to which the others heartily agreed and began making their way deeper into the basement.

***

Henry heard an approaching commotion in the hallway and had been frantically tidying up his workshop. He'd managed to convince all the kids but Evan and Liz to go play in another room, effectively keeping them out of the way for what was sure to be an interesting visit. The younger Aftons were still nearby in his workshop, yet again playing with the charging pod that served as the place of their father's demise—it seemed like they'd grown attached to the thing in a dark sort of way. As footsteps approached the door, Henry moved to open it. He was initially greeted by Michael's now-smiling face, then Charlie next to him, and just behind them—

“Hi, Sammy,” Henry breathed, his voice mildly choked with emotion at the sight of his son looking quite a bit older than when they'd last met.

Michael turned to place a hand on Sammy's back, still smiling as he proclaimed: “Surprise!”

Samuel's mouth hung open. Him, too? His father's soul must’ve been trapped here since the fire—

It was Sam's wishes that they completely buried the old Diner below the Pizzaplex. A fitting gesture, Sammy thought, as the firemen told him on that fateful night that they never could definitively say they retrieved the remains of Henry's body.

After adjusting his glasses, Samuel would see it wasn't a trick of the light, and that his father was here, tangible—but almost shrouded by a dream-like haze that made Sam squint as he petered forward. Moving towards the old ghost, Sammy wordlessly left Michael's hand to touch the air before falling forward against his father.

“Hey, Dad...,” Sam muttered into Henry's shoulder as he tried his best to keep from shaking.

“Hey,” Henry breathed into Sammy's hair, holding him close. He could feel his son trying hard to keep his emotions in check and was thankful that he could interact with him enough to offer comfort. “I'm sorry I left you without saying goodbye; I'll explain everything when you're ready to hear it, I just... I couldn't bear it if you tried to stop me and got caught up in all of this, too.”

Out of all the Afton and Emily children, Sammy was the only one to make it unscathed past his twenties—physically, at least. Yes, Michael was still around for quite a while after the scooping incident, but it was debatable to call that living... It was a marvel, a blessing, and a curse that Sammy had come out of their traumatic past with his body and mind more or less intact, and Henry knew he couldn't chance that by telling Sam his plan to end William once and for all.

It'd worked out for the better in the end, since William did not disappear as planned from the fire. If Sammy hadn't been around to create the Pizzaplex, William's software would have simply found its way into a different establishment far away from the only ones who could send him to permanent hell. Really, Sammy's decision to make this a “gravesite” for his father was fate at its best.

Sam was content to rest in the strong hold of his dad. It was funny—hugging him always made him feel like a kid, finding the times he’d been hugged the most was when he was young. Henry's embrace was kind and nostalgic; it made him happy. The first time in a long time Sam felt like things were going to be alright, and that he wasn't simply a bobbing head struggling above endless crashing waves.

Sam felt Charlie squeezing in, murmuring, “Hey, scoot over guys...,” as she quietly inserted herself alongside her twin. As Sammy tucked her against him, years of survivor’s guilt and pain were slowly left to be forgotten among William's ashes scattered around the basement.

While Sam and Henry caught up, Freddy noticed the Afton kids and decided to take Gregory over and say hello, giving the newly-reunited family a few seconds of privacy. Gregory was alright with leaving the Emily's to rekindle. After all, his friends were waiting for him! Gregory had a feeling he knew where they were, too. Silver eyes pierced the darkness, scanning watchfully for movement.

“Hey!” he shouted, wondering if they were playing a game as he wandered into the shadows by the charging pod. “Are you guys hiding? Helloooo?”

A set of deep brown eyes peered out of the porthole, watching Gregory stalk closer. Evan sat on Lizzie's shoulders, needing the height boost so they could lay in wait for their prey. They'd hoped to prank Michael first, but Gregory would do just fine. When the boy was close enough, Evan gave the signal by tapping Lizzie's shoulder, prompting her to throw open the charging pod door and burst out with a shriek.

“BOO!” Evan shouted, arms outstretched as the pair landed directly in Gregory's path, Lizzie clutching her brother’s legs so he didn't fall off.

“AHHH!” Gregory let out a short shriek, arms outstretched as he jumped and made this odd, pseudo-karate movement that ended with him lightly ‘chopping’ Liz in the shoulder.

“You guys!” Gregory breathed out, laughing. “You don’t have to scare me every time I come down here!” Though Evan stacked neatly on top of Elizabeth’s shoulders had given him an idea. “…Can I get in on this totem pole?”

With a bright, happy gaze, Elizabeth beamed at him.

“Totally! Climb on up!” she laughed, bracing herself as Gregory attempted to climb both their shoulders.

“Boy did I miss you two,” Henry admitted over by the workbench, then pressed a firm kiss to the tops of his children's heads before finally letting them go. He flashed Charlie a smile before focusing on Sammy, looking him up and down with a hearty chuckle. “Well, well... you're a chip off the old block, huh?”

It was crazy how Sammy mirrored his father more so in the way he held himself than by looks alone. Yes, there was definitely a resemblance between the men, Henry's body now frozen in time a bit closer to Sammy's current age. But Sam also had a bit of Charlie in him, which in turn meant their mother's features showed through as well. Yet to anyone that saw the family together, there would be no mistaking that Henry was indeed Sammy's dad through and through.

“M-Me?” Samuel sounded genuinely surprised at this, sounding nervous and prideful at the same time. “You really think so…?”

Charlie gave her brother a sideways glance, laughing as she asked him: “Sammy, you own a mirror at home, right? Especially with the reading glasses and robotics hobby, man; you're like a mini-Dad.”

“I guess I sort of forgot—it’s been awhile since I’ve had anyone older than me pinching my cheeks and telling me ‘Oh, you look just like your father!’” Sam gave a well-meaning chuckle, fixing the rim of his glasses to adjust from where he'd pressed his face into Henry’s shoulder.

“But you do!” Michael insisted, reenacting Sammy’s words and stepping closer to pinch his cheek with a wicked cackle. “Look at this face!”

“Michael, leave him be!” Henry laughed, playfully smacking the android’s hand away so he couldn’t harass Sammy any further. A far cry from when Mike was young, it was clear that his bothersome actions were only meant in jest.

Sammy’s embarrassment was minimal, though his face grew a wide smirk when Michael pinched his cheeks. He affectionately raised his arm and locked it around the back of Mike’s neck in a playful gesture. There, Samuel would go on to converse and question with his father and completely ignoring the indignant cries of protest from his old friend.

It was odd, reacquainting yourself with people you swore you knew your whole life. For instance, Charlie had been trapped in a puppet for decades—which would’ve been nice to know before Samuel went to make fun of said robot for years after Charlie’s death, cursing its oddly terrifying mask for not saving his sister that fateful day…

While this wholesome emotional bonding was taking place, a more physical display was happening on the other side of the room as Gregory clambered up the Afton kids to complete their totem pole. Using Lizzie’s body as a stable base, Evan helped Gregory get situated on his shoulders, holding his legs just as Lizzie grasped his. Freddy, who’d been watching the trio intently after Gregory’s initial scare, finally stepped in to add his two cents to the situation.

“Please be careful, you three…,” he advised, eyebrows creased in worry as he looked up at Gregory, now towering a few inches above him. Evan had been so focused on scaring and then subsequently helping Gregory, he hadn’t realized the red-headed android was even standing nearby until he spoke up.

“Whoa—Freddy, you look so cool!” Evan exclaimed, instantly recognizing Freddy’s voice despite its lack of mechanical feedback. Evan then flashed Gregory an upside down grin. “So did you guys actually get to leave and hang out somewhere else for a while?”

He figured they must’ve if it took them this long to visit, although the concept of stepping foot outside a Fazbear Entertainment establishment was still foreign to the boy trapped there the longest. As her brother mused on life outside, Liz carefully walked to show off the stack they had going. The android body left Liz with more stability than ever before.

“Dude! We live in a hotel and they have a POOL!” Gregory answered, like it was the coolest thing ever. “And an arcade. Just ask Mike; I kicked his butt at Mortal Kombat!”

He held a sense of pride at this. Michael would need a lot more practice if he wanted to get better than Gregory at fighting games.

Liz would laugh with a snarky, “Oh, I believe it,” as she paraded them slowly towards Freddy’s side. She got a better look at him, and decided his new form suited the robot’s kind and demure attitude.

To Gregory’s credit, Evan did think living in a hotel with those sorts of amenities sounded pretty cool.

“That’s awesome!” he exclaimed, trying to remember what it was like to swim in a pool. Their parents would always take them to the local community one when they could, although summertime with kids out of school also meant a welcome uptick in business for the restaurants.

William had been ecstatic when Michael got old enough to take Liz and Evan by himself, shoving a few extra dollars in the eldest Afton’s pocket to make up for him being appointed babysitter. Smiling at the good memories of hot summer days and ice-cold popsicles, Evan looked over towards his brother. He instantly tensed upon seeing an unfamiliar face, though as he squinted to get a better look he let out a little gasp.

“Is that Sammy?!” he asked incredulously, taking in the similarities between this man and his Uncle Henry. Even before receiving an answer, Evan knew his guess was correct simply based on the equivalent tones of the men’s laughter as they reminisced.

“It is!” Freddy confirmed with a soft smile. He glanced to the group, making sure they’d calmed from their initial meeting before adding: “You should go and say hello. I know he would love to see you both, too.”

“Yeah! Onwards!” Evan commanded, kicking his feet to start Lizzie moving again. Unfortunately this counterbalanced Gregory on his shoulders, but with quick action from Freddy their tower stayed upright and intact. Evan laughed an apology, and then they started the careful walk towards the Emily’s and Michael.

“Woah—” Lizzie gasped, giggling at how old their friend was now. With Freddy’s help, the totem pole made their way to Samuel. The kids called to him, and Gregory waved to garner his attention.

“Sammy Emily!” Elizabeth shouted, making their friend jump.

When he saw the Afton kids stuck in time, it gave Sammy a feeling he couldn’t describe. There was an intense happiness, followed immediately after by a pitting and hollow depression.

Look at how young they were, tortured for years from what he heard of Charlie’s account...

But Sam resigned himself to serenity, as their pain had seemingly ended and the smiles he loved so long ago had returned to their faces.

“Guys—” he replied instinctively, unaware of the tears falling from the corners of his eyes. “—you’re both here!”

And Liz was a lot stronger than he remembered! Though it was owed to the animatronic body she paraded around, he surmised.

“I just can’t seem to get rid of them,” Michael chimed in with a dramatic roll of his eyes, though there was nothing but affection behind his words. He moved forward to disassemble the totem pole when he saw the telltale wobbling of Evan’s bottom lip. Honestly, Mike was amazed his brother hadn’t cried even more during their last few encounters, though he reasoned Evan was probably still getting over the shock of the whole situation just like everyone else. However, now there were all-too-familiar tears running down his face, although this time they were from happiness.

"Sorry, Sammy,” Evan apologized, wiping ectoplasmic snot from his nose and giving Sam a little grin as Mike set him on solid ground. “I-It’s good to see you; Lizzie and I missed you a whole lot!”

Samuel was wiping his cheeks, trying to remove his own evidence of how much he truly missed this little group.

“No! Really, don’t be sorry guys!” he began to say, and when he felt Elizabeth hug his side, he was sure that he was going to burst into his own tears again.

Sam was relieved that despite everything, they weren’t mad he'd survived. He wanted so badly to grow old with those around him, imagining often what they could’ve been if given a chance at life… That was too painful, so instead he focused on the now.

“The only thing you all need to be sorry for is not finding me earlier!” he said, sniffling heavily. “I… I really missed all of you so much. Thank you…”

“No, thank you!” Liz replied, gaining Sam’s full attention. “You built this place; it's like a whole amusement park! Now all the ghosts can actually have fun!”

Liz promised not to mention it, but Cassidy may have been breaking the rules. She was hanging out in the attractions upstairs with the three new kids, but Elizabeth swore she wouldn’t speak a word if no one asked. Still, she assumed Samuel would be fine allowing them to mingle with the regulars upstairs from time to time. After all, they seemed normal enough when you didn’t pay close attention to the wavering outlines of their spectral forms.

“Yeah, this place seems so cool!” Evan agreed, knowing this to be true from the stories both Gregory and Cassidy regaled him with. He also knew Cassidy and the other ghosts probably weren’t supposed to leave the basement… But though Evan might be a scaredy-cat, he wasn’t a snitch.

“Well, maybe one night soon we can take you guys up top,” Michael suggested, looking to Henry and Sam with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m sure we can make something work—if it’s alright with Sammy, of course,” Henry deferred, patting his son’s shoulder. “We'll figure out the details later."

Samuel beamed at this. He could definitely make it work. "All of you are welcome above ground! Please, help yourselves to the attractions and toys.”

No one could complain about that arrangement. Satisfied at the prospect of exploring another time, Evan turned his attention go Gregory. He slipped his hands around Gregory's arm and shook it lightly. “Hey, are you staying for a while? You wanna play together?”

The adults shared a look, before Freddy responded: “Go ahead; we will call you when it is time to leave.”

When they’d collectively given Gregory the permission to hang around, he laced his arm through Evan's. “Let's go!”

Who knew when they were going to cut their meeting short and take Gregory away from his new friends? Lizzie followed where the two boys ran, speeding into the darkness with the energy that only excitable kids like them had.

“And BE CAREFUL, DARN IT!” Charlie called, hoping the voices she heard call back where that of their acknowledgement. The kids must’ve really been itching to hang out together. “That was fast—sorry they didn't stay longer, Sammy!”

Charlie apologized for them, but Sam waved his hand dismissively.

“I'm sure it won't be the last time I see them. Besides, I'm just glad I have you guys to hang out with. Plus—Dad.” Samuel pointed to Freddy and his android form. “I just want to say, this engineering is nearly flawless. How on earth did you achieve all this?!”

Henry gave a hearty laugh and clapped Freddy amiably on the back. The redhead gazed serenely down at the group, looking utterly content now that both families were together again.

“The androids?” Henry began, crossing his arms over his chest. “Those took a lot of time—I still don’t think they’re perfect, but as long as you’re all happy then I suppose I can be as well.” There was a murmuring of acknowledgment from the three robots, to which Henry grinned. “As for Freddy’s personality… that was all you and Mike.”

He hadn’t even fathomed the idea of a throwback 80s Glamrock line of animatronics, but Henry had to admit it was brilliant. Even more so amazing were the robotic AIs themselves; the old mechanic was so curious to see what the others were like without the influence of a human soul. From what he’d heard about them, his awe would likely be on par with how Sam felt about Freddy right now.

“Okay, but seriously, Uncle Henry—these bodies are astounding,” Michael said, his excitement palpable as he was finally able to talk about this topic in depth. “I’m not a huge fan of the bleeding, but I get why you made us that way—it’s to keep all the mechanisms lubricated, right? Less manual oiling of the joints?”

“Correct.” Henry grimaced, remembering the matted crimson state of Michael’s hair the other night. “I wanted to avoid you needing regular touch-ups as much as possible, so I developed the fake ‘blood’. Plus, it adds to the lifelike quality of the skin.”

It was strange for Michael to hear his current body spoken of like a machine, but that’s all it was in the end. Which begged another question that’d been on his mind since the other day: “So… how did you make it so we can eat?”

There was a moment of silence where Henry’s face fell into a confused, slightly mortified expression. As reckless as Michael could be, he thought the eldest Afton would at least have enough sense not to put human food into a robotic body—he’d seen firsthand the damage it’d caused Chica over the years.

“Are... Are you telling me you’ve been eating actual food? As in, the stuff that Sammy needs to live?!” Henry eventually asked, looking to Charlie for clarity.

Charlie shared a look between her friends before slowly glancing back towards her dad.

“Y... Yes?” she answered, unsure if that was a bad thing or not. “We had hot wings yesterday—are we not supposed to be eating?”

Well, now Charlie was somewhat worried about the quality and conditions of their new bodies. Should they mess them up somehow, Charlie would hate to have to put Michael or herself back into the character vessels or free-floating ether; not when they only had a touch of freedom and happiness. And last thing she wanted is to walk around and smell of rotting food or breakdown in front of someone... Surely that would be traumatizing for anyone to witness.

“I mean—why else would you give us taste buds?” she continued, looking to Freddy and Michael, wanting to make sure it wasn't just her who was able to savor the deliciousness of their food from the other day.

Henry opened his mouth to protest that he did no such thing, but the looks on Charlie and Michael’s faces gave him pause. He glanced at Freddy, noting the same expression of confusion creasing his brows.

“Freddy… did you eat something, too?” Henry asked incredulously.

“Yes; I had a cheeseburger with all the fixin’s,” the former animatronic replied honestly. “But if it is any consolation, I do not feel any distress from consuming physical matter as I did in my old body.”

There had been only one time Freddy was persuaded to try a slice of pizza when in his original form. In a rare moment of everyone ganging up against their band leader, Roxy, Chica, and Monty wouldn’t give Freddy a second of peace until they’d all taken at least one bite of the greasy pie. Freddy had regretted it instantly, feeling the heavy wrongness of a foreign object trying to work its way through his inner mechanics. However, he hadn’t felt anything like that when consuming the burger—in fact, he’d felt unexpectedly satisfied.

“…Huh.” Henry took off his glasses and wiped the lenses on his shirt, trying to fathom what the hell was happening. “I think, as per usual, there are things going on here far out of my control… I’d prefer to check one of you out to make sure nothing’s messing with your systems, but if everything looks good after that I suppose you can indulge every once in a while…”

“I volunteer to be examined,” Freddy offered, raising a hand and flashing the group a reassuring smile. “I am used to having technicians working around my internal mechanisms.”

He certainly wasn’t about to subject Michael and Charlie to being opened up so Henry could root around in their stomachs—they’d been through enough traumatic events already.

“Thanks, Freddy; can you hang back for a little bit whenever you all decide to go upstairs again?” Henry asked, patting Freddy’s shoulder appreciatively. The redhead nodded, trusting Michael and Charlie to watch over Gregory while they were apart.

Now more than ever did Henry resemble a doctor as opposed to a mechanic. Maybe it just seemed that way to Charlie due to their recent re-personification. Whatever the reason, Charlie smiled despite the worry that something may be wrong with their inner cogs and mechanisms. She absently laid a hand over her stomach, thoroughly investigating the robot's idle hard drive for errors. With nothing out of the ordinary popping out at her, she hoped if something was wrong, it was just a minor issue.

Samuel, who’d been intently listening to their experiences, had perked up at the chance to witness the inner workings of these robots.

“Would you mind if I stay behind, too?” Samuel wondered curiously. He didn't know how secretive Henry was about his creations nowadays, but Samuel was hoping to create more realistic human characters in the future.

“I do not have an issue with that,” Freddy readily agreed. Since the day he was powered on he’d been subjected to hundreds of tests and safety checks of varying levels of invasiveness, both planned and at random. Freddy was used to this sort of attention from multiple people at a time, so having Sammy tag along was nothing he hadn’t experienced before. Besides, Freddy would never deny his creators the opportunity to work with him if they thought it best—though it was certainly nice of Henry and Sammy to ask first.

“I don’t either,” Henry assured, wrapping an arm around Sammy’s shoulders. He beamed with paternal pride, excited to see how his son would respond to such an advanced machine. Hell, he’d even be willing to let Sammy fiddle with anything that needed adjustment, if he was up for it.

And Freddy, too—Henry had to remind himself that the former bear was basically a human now, and though he was blessed with an amenable personality, he still deserved the right to his own free will.

“I… think I’ll sit this one out, if that’s cool,” Michael said quietly, his face a mixture of tentative intrigue. Yes, he definitely wanted to see how these bodies worked, just… not right now. Thinking of what else they could do while Freddy was incapacitated, he recalled Sammy mentioning there was one more animatronic up and running besides Monty. “Maybe Charlie and I can take Gregory to visit the Daycare? If he’s willing to go without his dad, of course.”

Michael gave a soft laugh, glancing to where the kids had long-since disappeared into the darkness to play.

Charlie smiled at this. She’d almost forgot they still needed to visit the sunny Daycare attendant. She felt bad for leaving the freshly-made friend in there to the proverbial wolves and wanted check up on them. With Moon certainly having calmed down with the removal of that nasty glitch, Charlie could finally get his perspective on the situation, too.

“Great idea! Gregory—time to go!” Charlie turned towards the diner, cupping her hands around her mouth. “Gregory! Where are you, buddy?”

After a moment of no response, she bit her lip and began worrying the faux skin around her nailbeds. “Uh—Mike, I think that's our cue to start looking for him.”

While the threat of Gregory dying was severely lessened, he could still get hurt. So Charlie would always worry about her little brother to some extent.

“I’m telling you—those two are double trouble! And don't get me started on Lizzie…,” Michael muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets as he moved towards the darkness. “Gregory, where’d you guys run off to?”

“We’ll hang tight until you find them,” Henry said, shifting his weight to slouch casually to one side. He wasn’t very concerned with Gregory getting hurt, for he knew as long as the kids stayed in the designated area he’d told them to stay in, they shouldn’t come across anything that could potentially cause harm. Whether they would actually listen to Henry’s instructions was another story entirely, though… So he thought it best to stick around just in case.

Freddy remained by Henry’s side, though he did call out for his son in hopes that his voice might prompt Gregory to respond more than his older brother’s did. “Alright, superstar, it is time to go!”

Little did they know that Gregory and the others had taken to exploring the very site of Henry and Michael's last business venture: the burned down diner that managed against all odds to stay standing after nearly seven years of disrepair. Liz had shown them the way back inside, and together they’d been going through old photos hanging on the wall, vintage posters whose images all but faded from heat exposure.

Liz wanted to show Gregory where Puppet—the real Puppet—had been staying. She was right where they expected, hanging off the lip of the opened top of the scorched, oversized gift box. From there, Puppet watched the kids play inside the grody old dining area, content to let them explore to their hearts' content under her observant eye.

“Did you guys hear something?” Gregory asked when Freddy’s baritone voice just barely penetrated the old walls. Before he knew it the Puppet was behind him, scooping him up and gently carrying him towards the back entrance.

“Awh,” Liz fretted, throwing a rubber ball in a rebellious manner against an already cracked photo. “You have to leave already?”

Puppet offered her a shrug; she didn't make the rules. Carting Gregory off, she simply motioned for Liz and Evan to follow her out of the diner.

“There you are!” Michael exclaimed as the kids appeared back in the workshop. He snickered at the grumpy pout on Gregory's face from being unceremoniously carried away from his exploring. When he was finally set down, the android ruffled Gregory's hair. “Sorry to spoil the fun, kid. Your dad and Sammy are hanging out with Henry for a little bit, so Charlie and I are taking you to visit the Daycare—that cool with you?”

“I wanna go, too...,” Evan muttered.

“Soon—I promise!” he reassured with a grin, which seemed to satisfy Evan well enough.

“See you around, Gregory!” Evan wrapped his arms around his doppelgänger in the briefest bear hug, squeezing him tight before moving to embrace Michael's legs.

Mike smiled at the affection, and when Evan moved onto Charlie the eldest Afton quickly pulled Elizabeth into a side-hug as well. Before she could protest, he raised a fist and rubbed his knuckles against her head with a cackle, causing her already-curly hair to frizz every which way. “I've been waiting so long to do that again! HA!”

“Mike, you're a terror—let her go,” Henry chided with a roll of his eyes, feeling like no time had passed at all from when the Aftons were kids. Honestly, their whole interaction was kind of endearing.

Liz gritted her teeth and groaned at the sensation of knuckles being harshly dragged across her scalp. These robot bodies felt like an extension of her soul—the odd feeling had not escaped her. Though she smiled as soon as it was done. As much as Michael's torture hadn't been exactly missed, it was his charm that Liz felt like she had gone without for so many years.

“Oh, you're so going to get it later...,” Elizabeth warned, and fairly so. The next time Mike came for his siblings, there’d be a prank most foul waiting for him.

It wasn't long before the Puppet found Charlie, climbing up her leg and arm to hang around her shoulders. Charlie closed her eyes and hugged the musty old robot, feeling like she was embracing both her childhood doll and house at the same time.

“Hey—it’s okay, I’m here,” she soothed, sensing Puppet had been missing her by the strain of those noodle-like arms around her. So focused on comforting, Charlie hardly even noticed the little green bangle Puppet slipped over her wrist once more. Clearly, Henry had removed it from its cherished place around the endoskeleton spine when patching up the old bot.

When his little siblings' attention had been diverted to another round of stretched-out goodbyes, Mike stepped close to Charlie and the now tightly-wrapped Puppet. He offered the animatronic a smile, shoving his hands in his pockets. It was weird to see the robot and Charlie separated—even after being with Charlie's android for days on end, Michael still associated her soul with the creation designed to protect her.

“Don't worry,” he began, watching the stoic mask turn to him. The Puppet's eyes were nothing but hollow black holes, the pinprick light that marked Charlie's soul well and truly gone. Perhaps a bit more perceptive than before, she was just a robot once again—but a damn good one, that's for sure. “We're taking care of Charlie. She's got so many people to look after her now—she'll be lucky to get out of our sight for a few minutes.”

His laugh was a bit subdued, unsure if the Puppet would appreciate such humor; he couldn't even remember her original personality except for her tendency to follow Charlie around incessantly and occasionally hand out presents to excitable kids.

As Michael spoke, Puppet sought no comfort. In fact, she was comforting Charlie like a crying child, gently stroking her dark hair with a plush, spindly hand.

However, the Marionette remembered Michael well. She recalled everything he’d done—and the things she and Charlie had done to him.

After nuzzling Charlie's cheek with a matronly sort of affection, Puppet reached out, now transferring onto Michael's shoulders in greeting him. She raked her fingers through his hair, examining his face and committing it to memory.

Michael, she remembered, not William.

After patting his cheek softly, she climbed down and silently crawled to Henry, Sam, and the Afton kids, arms silently raised for one of them to pick her up. Puppet was a simple AI that’d been exposed for far too long to a human’s soul. Her feelings were just as indistinguishably real as Freddy's now, though she had no means to articulate it well without a real voice of her own. Though she had a voice box, she hadn't actually been given speech to go along with; the only sound it could emit was the melody from her turnkey music box. It was Charlie's voice that came through, never more evident than now as she slunk silently across the floor. Funny enough, she ignored Freddy completely—though Puppet saw the bear as a friend now, her facial recognition software hadn't registered who the redhead was yet.

“Wow, Charlie,” Gregory said, realizing where she'd gotten her nervous habit of needing to know where he was all the time. “You said that's your animatronic?”

“Yep!” Charlie answered with a sense of glee and pride. “I designed her when I was very young.”

Samuel felt a twinge of pain at the sight of the Marionette—how she recognized him and immediately scampered for the Emilys’ affection. However, he wasn't one to pull the attention to himself for such menial discomfort. He remembered particularly how bad he felt for telling Charlie when they were young how creepy her robot was.

Why did he have to be such a cruel kid?

“Hey there,” Henry murmured, lifting Puppet into his arms and allowing her to cling just as she had to Charlie and Michael. He gently patted her back, feeling the tension in Puppet's wires from moving around instantly relax as she registered him as both her creator and Charlie's father. “I told you she'd come back for you, didn't I? Stop worrying.”

Repairing the Puppet had been Henry's top priority after William's defeat. He'd been itching to get the robot fixed up ever since Charlie transferred bodies, but he'd had other things to focus on at the time—besides, he didn't want to risk her getting more damaged when she inevitably jumped in the crossfire to try and save Charlie like she'd failed to do that rainy night so long ago. It hadn't taken much to get the Puppet back in commission, being one of the more simplistic models. As soon as she rebooted and started to look around, Henry realized she was in a similar state to Freddy: much too aware of her surroundings for a simple robot.

It made total sense, though. If Freddy had gained sentience from Michael's comparatively short influence, surely the Puppet was alive after being bonded to Charlie for so long. The one thing Henry regretted was not programming her with a voice of her own, but they'd managed to figure out how to communicate just fine and she'd been content to rest in her oversized gift box until Charlie's return.

After a moment, Henry felt a small presence next to him. Looking down, he saw Evan smiling up at him, gently tapping the Puppet's spindly leg as he told her: “I'm super glad you're back online; you and Charlie helped us so much...”

He'd already expressed his gratitude when Henry reintroduced them, but Evan felt the need to remind Puppet that he recognized that it hadn't just been Charlie watching over him and the other kids all this time.

Charlie felt some semblance of pride in the work she'd done with the Marionette. As the Puppet clung to Henry, she reached down and excitably mussed up Evan's hair, softly tussling it between her hands. Lizzie got the same treatment upon her standing next to them.

By her own, the Puppet seemed to be just as friendly and affectionate as Charlie, likely picking up her affinity for the Afton siblings as a result of Charlie's love for them. After clocking Samuel’s vague reluctance to acknowledge her, Puppet gave him a brief pat to the shoulder before slipping down from Henry's hands.

“What do you think, Sammy?” Charlie asked, beaming at the well-deserved attention her old friend was receiving. “I was thinking Puppet would fit right in at the Daycare, or even the game counter in the arcade! She does need a good home and all...”

“O-oh!” Samuel registered the fact that Charlie would want the animatronic well taken care of. Though every time he looked at the thing it gave him flashbacks to finding his sister blue faced and long dead in an alleyway— “Maybe! Maybe I-I could... I could see what space I can work out for her! Yeah...”

“If I may put in my two cents,” Freddy spoke up, slightly raising a hand to get the group's attention. “I believe the Puppet would be a perfect addition to the Daycare. She and Sun would get along wonderfully, and I am sure he would appreciate an extra set of hands.”

Henry and Michael nodded in agreement. If there was anyone in the Pizzaplex that knew how animatronic personalities would mesh together, it was certainly Freddy Fazbear. He got the most exposure to everyone, and as a natural leader always made sure to pay attention to how his fellow robots got along—favorably or otherwise. Though no one outright disliked each other, there were clear lines between personalities that made it so some characters simply wouldn't do as well with others for an extended period of time. Sun, with his bright, bubbly demeanor, got along with everyone to an extent... but he could certainly be a lot. If the Puppet by her lonesome was anything like Charlie, Freddy could already tell that she and Sun would become fast friends—and Moon as well, by extension.

“Speaking of the Daycare...,” Michael prompted, raising an eyebrow to Charlie. “We should get moving so these three can have a chat.” Out of the corner of his eye caught Evan gearing up to ask something, and before the boy uttered a syllable Michael added: “It's boring work stuff—trust me, you don't want to stay with them. How about you and Liz go find the other kids and play with them for a while? I promise we'll stop by again before we leave!”

“Yeah! Come on, Evan! Leave the boring work stuff to the boring adults!” Lizzie snagged her younger brother’s hand, sticking out her tongue at Mike and Charlie. Feigning offense, Charlie touched a hand to her chest.

“—Liz I am hurt. So hurt I'm going to go play video games upstairs,” she said with a faux-snobby tone, as if said to one-up her friend. Liz blew a raspberry at her before imparting a hug to her, pulling a laugh from Charlie. “We'll be back tomorrow!”

Puppet immediately went back to hanging onto Charlie, having silently and almost undetectably snuck over her shoulders again. Looking to the newest addition to their crew, Charlie told the young boy: “Say goodbye to Freddy, Gregory! He's gonna get a little checkup from Doc Emily.”

Bouncing back to Freddy, Gregory would give him a quick hug, unsure how long this apparent checkup would take. “Later, Dad! Love you.”

“I love you, superstar; have fun!” Freddy replied, squeezing Gregory back with a smile. After a few more goodbyes were exchanged and it was agreed Sammy would call when he and Freddy were done, Mike slipped his hand into Gregory's and led the way out of the basement.

“I guess you're coming with us for a bit, huh?” he asked, glancing side-long at the Puppet were she hung off Charlie. The animatronic slowly turned to face him and gave a short nod, causing Michael to chuckle. “That's fine! We can introduce you to Sun right now, then—or, reintroduce, I guess.”

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Ahsoka Episode 4 Spoilers/Thoughts

This was...a big one, to say the least.

Also note to self do NOT open tumblr while in the middle of watching an episode or you will be spoiled for that epic ending *sobs* oh well...

SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

2/2 Star Wars characters repairing ship wiring on their back...v nice

Sabine, you realize none of you would be in this position if you hadn't squirreled away with the map in your tower...jus sayin...

"Can I count on you?" Yeah I'm gonna say that's a no...

Sabine loading her blasters is super cool but also giving me flashbacks to trying to reload staple gun or nail gun cartridges and hoping you don't launch them into your face in the process

Natasha plays Sabine's nervous energy very well and Rosario is showing Ahsoka's own unease, reserve, but also very caring concern, extremely well. I really wish we could see the history between these two--animated in between series anyone??

I wonder why Dave doesn't bring up the fact that Ahsoka owes Ezra her life. It's only focused on what Ezra means to Sabine, but he means a lot to Ahsoka too.

Huyang's lil hands on hips...you can tell he's a full practical build here.

Speaking of...I REALLY want to know if the practical robot was used for this fight scene, or if they switched to someone in a costume/CGI. It seems like the HK droids are people/CGI but I could be wrong about that. Either way, go Huyang go!

It's always a treat to see Mandos and Jedi fighting styles together. And Sabine's Wonder Woman vambrace block was great.

Ahsoka's white lightsabers are so stunning in live action.

"May I make one request of you both?" LISTEN TO HUYANG. HE KNOWS WHAT'S UP. "Stay together." And WHAT ARE THEY NOT GONNA DO SMH

"Mom, how come I have to do what I'm told and you don't" lmao

Jacen is so spunky and I'm so glad Dave is having him be a full part of the series.

Carson Teva my man! And Brendan!

BUT WHERE ARE ZEB AND KALLUS. WHERE ARE OUR MARRIED BOIS

"Faith? I lost that a long time ago" Baylon's backstory pleaseeeee. Who was his master. How far did he get in training. Was he knighted? Did he have a padawan pre-order 66? Where was he during the war? Where was he during Order 66? When did he walk away, and what did he walk away to? What are his goals now? How did he find Shin/why did he want to train her? We desperately need a comic or a book here Lucasfilm

The graphics for the countdown clock (and the droids manning them) are super cool

Shin dear lord can you be any more dramatic

Sabine and Shin running off like rabid wolves while Ahsoka is just like, oh please, do I really have to deal with this right now

Ahsoka > any inquisitor, dead or alive, magic or real, anytime, any place, any age LOL

Ugh the parallels to Obi-Wan and Maul are impeccable.

So I totally knew Marrok would be a nobody/throwaway character but a nightsister necromancer ghost??? Did not see that coming at all. Eerie

Shin seems honestly disturbed by seeing Marrok fall. I wonder if the body that was used was someone she knew or had a connection to.

The lightsaber usage in this show is so interesting and such a unique blend of samurai techniques, OT trilogy techniques, and more realistic stabbing and swiping and slicing motions. I love the choreography and cinematography of Shin and Sabine going at it as well as how the trees and landscape are used in their fight.

Looks like Shin got her dramatics from her master. Sitting there with his hood up for effect lol

Definitely getting flashbacks to Ahsoka's sass in her fight with Maul in TCW.

Baylon's textured armor is so incredible. I want to see him leading a 13th century cavalcade

Can he read people's minds? Or does he do in depth research like Thrawn does so he knows the weak points of his opponents?

“One must destroy in order to create.” No. You are incorrect sir. One must die. One must morph, must change, in order to create. But that is different than destroying.

Again with the one saber. It's such an odd choice for Ahsoka to do that, and it honestly feels like an excuse for Baylon to be able to overpower her later. I don't quite like it.

It is very interesting how Baylon views Ahsoka, and tells her that her legacy is death and broken promises. What exactly does he think her legacy is? Because that is Anakin's legacy, not hers (at least through Rebels). What has happened since then?

He looks so sad, honestly.

There's way too much leaving oneself open to attack in this episode.

The fight scene definitely looks slowed down a little, and it's a little clunky, but man Baylon is brutal with his saber. Again why is Ahsoka not using both of hers to combat is strength??

Either there's a trailer shot that never made it into this fight, or Baylon and Ahsoka fight again. I'm missing where she kicks back against one of those tall rocks and flips over. That was such a cool shot.

I honestly can't believe Shin was able to block the whistling birds lol. That would be an intense hit to the face. Also I love how much of the shots and sparks in these shows are practical. It makes it feel so much more real.

The map burning Ahsoka is wild. It makes sense but very unfortunate.

Hot damn Ahsoka! She definitely was tapping into some anger there. In real life that hit to the back of the head should have seriously injured Shin. Filoni is really being gritty and brutal with the fights in this show, they're raw and dirty in ways that the trilogies were not.

Aaaaaand while I know Ahsoka isn't dead yet (there's no way Filoni would kill off the title character halfway through a first season) holy cow that was heartwrenching

Baylon is a master manipulator. He makes Maul look like a babbling teenager. And yet he doesn't seem to derive any twisted pleasure from it. He just is doing what he thinks he needs to do.

I'm sorry Ahsoka had WHAT to do with Sabine's family dying???? In the Purge??? Ugh geez that's awful.

Gah DAMN it Sabine!! C'mon girl!! Bad decision, bad decision!

WHAT IS THIS GREATER GOOD BAYLON

I would have loved to see Obi-Wan face off against Baylon. The quiet patience and calm strength...too much for one room

He is just not done digging at Ahsoka is he. Again, master manipulator, but why?

Huyang's little magnifying glass!

Dave definitely nailed the lighting in this show. Even if the volume is still apparent in some shots, the lighting is finally dialed in and soft and realistic and atmospheric. That shot of Baylon after decimating the map is epic.

Yeahhh, Hera, ya'll might want to skedaddle right quick before you get....oh, too late....

"Mom? I've got a bad feeling." Me too kid, me too.

"Lady Wren, Lady Tano" *sobbing* Hera make sure Huyang makes it back pls

This transition.

Oh boy

I know what's coming bc I got on tumblr too early but OH MAN

ahhhh it's so gorgeous

it's here, it's finally here and it's BEAUTIFUL (The World Between Worlds, who did you think I was talking about, Anakin? ;)

I'm KIDDING ANAKIN IS BEAUTIFUL TOO OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE MY EYES

"Hello Snips" I can't I truly can't

"I didn't expect to see you so soon" so is she dead? Dying? Disassociating while drowning? Dave if you kill Ahsoka off in this show I will never forgive you

She is in shock omg look at him she is reunited with her brother, her master, her friend!!

We think--DAVE WHAT DOES VADER THEME MEAN. DAVE, SIR, HOW DARE YOU KNOW HOW TO LEAVE US ON SUCH A CLIFFHANGER IT IS UNFAIR.

Welp I have no idea what to do with myself until next week and we find out what's going on here. I swear if that's not the real Anakin I will be beside myself.

Let's get ready for flashbacks folks. What an episode.

#ahsoka #ahsoka tano #ahsoka show #ahsoka series #ahsoka spoilers #ahsoka series spoilers #ahsoka show spoilers #huyang #sabine #sabine wren #baylon skoll #shin hati #morgan elsbeth #hera syndulla #jacen syndulla #carson teva #some light ramblings #somelightramblings

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crystalpower · 2 years

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✨ grand theft auto v: *'hold on' by holy ghost! blares in the background.*

- ex-idol that used to be in a multicultural boy group based in seoul, south korea called GALXSEE. eleven member group based on the solar system. he thought that was too many members and he wasn’t wrong. main dancer, subvocalist position, rapped a lil bit. he was one of the more charismatic members, so he was a fan favorite.

- he wasn’t a trainee for long and he did debut! successful, too. one debut, two comebacks later, and his leader, gunwoo, got busted because he was doing cocaine off of a volume of dragonball z manga backstage at a music show. everyone else was appalled but virote was just like, ‘ don’t kick him out. have you SEEN our sleep schedules? i’ve been thinking of freebasing speed and caffeine tablets by the dozen. ’

- decided that selling the ~boyfriend fantasy to a bunch of fangirls when he’s both gay and weirded out by fans in general wasn’t for him. not like the group was gonna get anymore leg in the industry. coke king gunwoo park’s scandal made sure of that.

- in the end, vi didn’t care. between the fans and the sasaengs and the diets and the lack of freedom and needing to be a robot for the sake of public consumption selling a load of bullshit that only idiots fell for, he knew this shit wasn’t cut out for him and he went back to america. to vinewood. he’s more popular in the art scene than he is as an actual celeb, but he’s choreographed for a lot of famous folks, guest spotted on fame or shame, and has appeared on television a few times in super small roles.

- vinewood isn’t great. it isn’t even good!! but he can cry in his car in public and drink a smoothie and no one will bother him. he has a pretty stellar rep in vinewood for his talent. he’s an all-arounder and definitely more talented than most people in the biz. whether it be acting or modeling or dancing or just existing.

- lives in a beautiful penthouse on vespucci. the building is guarded, considering there’ve been a few incidents that have him spooked. it’s not insane like it used to be when he was in a group, but still.

- hates lazlow and wants him floating lifelessly down a river. will opt for physically assaulting him by swinging a baseball bat at him, one day. one day. just watch.

- if he’s not at the beach, he’s probably enjoying himself in little seoul.

- doesn’t like steve haines. not like he knows all the shit steve haines has gotten into, he just doesn’t like him. hates his face. hates his voice. hates his fucking polo shirts. hates everything about him.

- literally stands on his balcony and smokes a fat ass spliff when he hears steve haines is dead.

- he’s gonna choke devin weston one day so @opportuning im sorry but get ready for that... or not... even if he doesn’t do it physically he is doing it in his fantasies!!!

#🌙 ABOUT! A STARRY NIGHT ON EARTH.#/ :)))) yeyeyeyeyeye.#/ dug this up.

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moonglittering · 1 year

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✨ grand theft auto 5 verse: *'hold on' by holy ghost! blares in the background.*

- ex-idol that used to be in a multicultural boy group based in seoul, south korea called galxsee. eleven member group based on the solar system. he thought that was too many members and he wasn’t wrong. main dancer, subvocalist position, rapped a lil bit. he was one of the more charismatic members, so he was a fan favorite.

- he wasn’t a trainee for long and he did debut! successful, too. one debut, two comebacks later, and his leader, gunwoo, got busted because he was doing cocaine off of a volume of dragonball z manga backstage at a music show. everyone else was appalled but virote was just like, ‘ don’t kick him out. have you seen our sleep schedules? i’ve been thinking of freebasing speed and caffeine tablets by the dozen. ’

- hates lazlow and wants him floating lifelessly down a river. will opt for physically assaulting him by swinging a baseball bat at him, one day. one day. just watch.

- if he’s not at the beach, he’s probably enjoying himself in little seoul.

- literally stands on his balcony and smokes a fat ass spliff when he hears steve haines is dead.

- he’s gonna choke devin weston one day so @OPPORTUNING im sorry but get ready for that… or not… even if he doesn’t do it physically he is doing it in his fantasies!!!

#🌙 ABOUT! LET'S MEET ON A MOONLIT PATH.#/ i miss this verse.#/ also... when will he get to kiss michael de santa.

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princess-pill-enjoyer · 5 days

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Crazy to log back in after all this time especially after the way I left things. So much has changed and I'm nearly 2 years sober in November. My year long addiction such a central part of me now. Even with me never bothering to take it anymore, being in that state of mind for so long changed me in so many ways. In just a year at that

I've color coded the sections. It was too much of a wall of text. Orange is for work, pink for my boo, green for my life perspective now that im sober and older, the other colors... you'll see it when you get there. Just a summary of everything I've ever wanted to talk about in all this time.

I've quit that job I was talking bout last post. Worked there til mid April and I rage quit. Put my two weeks in then just ain't show for the last what.. 4 days? Fuck that job fr. Assholes worked me to death. How tf I was parttime and working 12 hour shifts back to back at that?

Anyway. I still work in the same field. I'm just at these retirement homes now. I work two at the moment, though one just offered me a new position up there so hopefully I can leave the one closest to me. Buttholes think I'm a robot up there.

The biggest change is thatt, I have a partner now. He's been here with me since late July. We've gotten an apartment now, too as of like 2 months ago now. I've never trusted anyone more.

How it all went down? I was friendly with his sister as she was the one that trained me. I used to talk to her alot which end up leading to me meeting her brother since he also worked up there and was constantly around his little sister. We ended up talking more than me and the sister did. He used to come out to the cafeteria i was running and talk to me for however long time allowed. Whether for an hour or for a few mins, he'd say hi to me.

After a lil while, led to her inviting me to her house. At my old job, in our 12 shift, we were really there for 14 hrs. They gave us an hour and a half break between the 1st and 2nd shift. With her only living 5 mins from the job it wasn't a hard ask lol. Sitting around at that job was not fun. I was by this point not feeling nothing towards my partner but friendship. Which was crazy cause a few days later, I went out there seeing if my dad was outside, only to see him outside waiting to pick up his sister. I was talking to him out in the rain for a lil, then i ofc got in the car to continue talking after a while. Sat there running my mouth for long enough that his sister came out. She had this devilishly big smile on her face when she said "oh I did invite you over"

That one trip led to coming over hanging out with her brother specifically, spending a night watching movies in her room, getting friendly with their mom. I started to feel so welcome. Then, I got a lil tipsy annd bumped my head and he pulled me towards him trying to see if I was okay annnd the rest was history. I ended up moving in, with their mother's push and my family pushing me away with how eager they were for me to gtfo. Barely talk to me now that im gone. Unless i reach out ofc. It's been ups, downs, but he somehow was there through all that.

I even got kicked out the house for "hitting" their mother. In reality, by that point, I was paying $250 a month for the room I shared with him, I paid for household supplies, I cleaned. Everything. So after a while, it was a bit tiring getting screamed at for any and every mistake I made. I had threw away pieces of this series x box and she told me take it out her trash and throw it in the outside. I grabbed as much as I could at the time as I had other pieces already in my hand but it wasn't good enough. She said to come get the rest and I was confused. I just said my hands are full and I went to throw the rest away. But me saying my hands were full was a problem. I don't know if I said it in a tone, I was tryna be as calm as I could, but it wasn't good enough.

She started yelling and talking shit, calling me names. All types of stuff. Me and him was just taking it. Not saying a single thing back, like she liked. But he threw his phone at the wall in frustration and I thought it was time to fix it. It wasn't that serious in my eyes. So I came up to her asking why she thought I had an attitude so we can fix it. I didn't have an attitude and even if I did, I still did what she asked with no hesitation. With two trips, I threw the whole box away and ripped it up just like she wanted to make sure it wouldn't take up too much room. But all that was null and void because of how she perceived my voice.

So in my failed attempts to get her to talk to me, she just getting angrier and angrier which made me frustrated. I just stood there asking again and again what did I do to make you think I had an attitude, her getting mad and saying she ain't have to explain herself to me, which I was trying to explain I wasn't trying to make her explain why she was mad I just wanted to know how I wronged you so I CAN FIX IT. And me standing there and her getting angry eventually led her to pointing a finger right in my face which I swatted away. It was reflex really. Was mere inches away from my eye and I never once touched her so why get physical?? I don't know what possessed her to even do that.

And me swatting her hand, was the worst decision ever. The mother started trying to swing at me, the sisters boyfriend that also lived there at that point was trying to hit me and my boyfriend jumped in and pulled me back. I couldn't focus on nothing anymore and the next thing I knew the sisters boyfriend came up to me and pushed me onto the bed. I was so scared I didn't know what he was going to do next and I started freaking out. I couldn't breath I couldn't think. I just felt so scared and helpless. I had to hear the rest after the fact

My boyfriend and his sister's boyfriend both got into a fight, the sister and the mother tried to break up. The mom got pushed down to the floor in the process (which was as I said, happened during the process of a whole fist fight between these grown men. You'll see why I clarify this), my boyfriend picked him up, and somehow someway, the sisters boyfriend went to go grab his gun. A gun that he apparently had at the house. It was an assault riffle

When he did that the whole atmosphere changed. No one was focused on the fight they were focused on him putting the gun up. Then they came to me and that's where my pov comes back. I was there on the bed curled up crying ripping out my hair, and my boyfriend standing over me just angry at everything. He just stood over me crying frustrated trying to get me breathe. Then the sister just stood over me, like I was an alien. I regretted even saying anything. I wondered if I should've just grabbed it all and just let it fall out my hands so she knew I wasn't being funny acting. I started to wonder if I was right to swat her hand or should I have let her touch me first before I did that. All these thoughts made me feel so powerless as none of those decisions should have led to this brawl.

The sisters boyfriend tried to play man of the house and talk shit and the sister just smiled. My boyfriend still hasn't forgiven her for it. He never looks at her the same anymore. It feels like I broke up the family. To. This. Day. The mom kicked me out and my boyfriend said fuck everyone and left with me. He helped me pack everything because the mom was telling me "my fatass needs to hurry up" and "sitting there like shit sweet" and smart comment after smart comment while I'm over there just bawling my eyes out. We went to his dad's house who asked for an explanation but once we explained, he respected that it was a huge blowup, and the dude pulling out a gun was bigger than all this.

Little did we know, the little bit of relief we felt being at his dad's house for the night would be short lived. The mom, sister, and her boyfriend were all going around calling up family to tell their twisted version of events. They said I hit mama and my partner pushed her to the ground. I felt like a mouse. The whole family hated me atp. But we spent a night at the dad's house, explained everything to everyone calling him and just kept on going. The sisters ended up believing us in saying they were kinda shocked to hear I'd hit their mom knowing how I am so they were more mad that they twisted the story and didn't even include the fact this man just pulled out a gun on their brother. We told everything as it happened so it helped our story alot

Anyway, we lived there for a few months, feeling trapped and stupid. His dad's house was filthy and we were working hard to pay rent at his dad's, find and apartment, and save for a deposit fee. We barely could eat because the kitchen was so nasty half the time you didn't know what you were touching. The silverware were half dirty, the fridge handle always had food remnants caked on it, food would be left out overnight and more, dishes there for days. Everything. This is all because his dad is half blind and his fiance works so she expects him to do all the cleaning. His cleaning skills are not the best but I can't fully blame him given his disability.

We were eating off fast food everyday for months because of this. We'd barely eat just because we hid rhe fact we were eating out where we could, so he wouldn't feel offense on why we wouldn't eat his and her food, and we kept it pushing.

We moved out in April annd things have gotten better in a sense. We argue way more but I think that's natural for how much more we get to be around each other. I don't work as long hours and we're in each other's face 24/7. But I get so angry. I don't know why. It's like I hold back so much, just angry talking at first, then he says something that makes me snap. Then, I'm screaming, throwing things, and I try to get away. It feels all instinct, like someone else is taking over. And all I can do is wait til I calm down and apologize for being scary. I don't hurt him. I never will. I've thrown my phone, broken countless bracelets off me, and I've scratched myself over and over trying to make myself focus on something else, but I've never thrown more than a pen directly at him. I feel so guilty everytime I do it. But I be feeling unheard in the moment and I just want it over with. To be left alone again.

But he holds onto me anyway. He sees me for more than just my blowups. He hates it and has asserted he won't take it forever, but he understands Im not used to love upclose. I'm the ex princess pill enjoyer. I went an entire year with an addiction only my sisters noticed. I've lost my two closest friends along with the whole robotics friend group I thought I'd have in an instant. I usually am one disagreement from losing someone, so I hold it in. But now, I have someone to learn to let it out for. Someone to learn to not blowup for. It's just hard.

I'm really trying though. I tried jumping out the car cause I was so mad and he just stopped the car and held me. Even though he was just as mad at me. We were arguing just a second before. Ever since then, that rage scares me. I'm not in control the way i thought I was. I would never jump out a moving fucking vehicle in my life. You can break your arm, scrape the skin right off you, knock yourself out. Anything. But I just felt this trance of I couldn't keep being in this car arguing and I started saying I couldn't do it and just opened the door. I don't know what I was thinking. I really wasn't thinking. But knowing that's a possibility, I just know I have to fix myself.

I've been doing better. I nowadays will just throw my phone and get mad and he'll just leave it instead of continuing like normal. Then once I calm down, we talk about why I got so mad, he explains why he was mad at me in the first place, and we're good. I hope someday I can skip on the rage part entirely but I've been doing better now that I have a moment to collect myself. Plus, I know no matter what argument, til the day he betrays my trust, I will always want him in my life and these petty arguments change nothing. He's shown me time and time again he loves me through everything so I will make sure I love him unconditionally too.

And that's where everything is now. I'm at work typing this now. I'm resisting the urge to impulsively quit. My boss just called me yesterday frustrated I don't pick up morning shifts last second trying to make it like I just don't want to work. I just don't think that's a humane ask. On your day off, would you want to be called awake at 6am to get up and IMMEDIATELY go to work? No. She'd give me a one day notice on morning shifts too and I'd say no, because I didn't want to cut the day short to go to bed for work. And that's a problem here.

I have a second job that's been great but the distance and pay wasn't the best. But they appreciate me, they've tried to fight for better pay, and the were sad I tried this job. Annnd crazily, I came back, did orders for a few days, and they offered me a part time receptionist while doing orders too. Giving me damn near full time hours. Like FINALLYYYY I'm not waiting on random shifts to make my money. I can just come in and do the same work everyday.

It's not confirmed til Monday but, soon as it's confirmed. I'm outttt

Life doesn't get better, it just changes. If anything it gets worse. Seriously. I've wanted to die all the time lately. It's just a new hurt. You can't ever escape it. In a way, it's harder and easier. On the one hand, you have a different type of worth now. Once you move out, youre not just parents burden, you become your own burden. So that constant guilt I used to feel is gone. I don't ask for help no matter what. I even hate gifts from them now. I feel like they use that as their way to have something to say about what I'm doing. But you burdening yourself also stings cause you have to drag yourself to shit you don't want ALLLLLLL THE TIMEEE. Don't want to go to work? Call in sick? Don't have any sick hours? Call in with an emergency. Gotta do what uou gotta do. I'm not proud of it. But even then... you have to be socially aware of everyone's opinion of your actions. Or, you choosing yourself too many times will make you lose a job, get played at your job, or fuck you over come time to pay everything. It's such a big sacrifice to choose yourself now.

That's just true in general when you get out the house. That's what makes it so difficult.. I barely was choosing myself before. But now? There's no one else but you. If you don't go out to make yourself some money, you'll make yourself miserable worrying about food, bills, and keeping a roof over your head. But some days you argue right before work. Some days you want to end it and you don't want to to think about nothing else. But I have to think, if I fail this time, what's gonna happen? If you try it, and you fail, what are you going to do? Are you gonna be able to afford copays on your hospital stay? Are you gonna be able to get back to work if need be? Are you gonna be able to be in others faces right after that happened to you? Is there even going to be a job waiting on you by the time you recover?

I'm more scared of the day I'll attempt now. If I attempt now, I'll fuck over my partner. I wonder how he'd take it. I'd probably break him. Even though I regularly tell him I want to die to this day, he'll never feel the full weight til he sees how serious it gets for me. I don't want to take away his character showing him that. I'll break up and do it before I sneak off and do something like that now. I know that would hurt him still. But even before him, it's just harder on me making that decision.

I'm still open to it though. Thus far, this life shit still sucks. The work life balance is just gone in America. Unless you're making top dollar, buying a house, regularly vacationing, and having money to properly invest in your hobbies, you're just sitting around on you butt/doing chores/getting business handled. You've always had to work for your money but nowadays uou need to hoard this nonexistent extra money just to do anything. It's so dull. I already didn't want to do this and now I'm bored to death half the time. Great!!!1!11!!! (I've developed a tiktok addiction now. It's an instict for me to get on as soon as I'm not doing anything. I can't stand to be bored for one second 😶‍🌫️)

Anywaysss. That's it. I'm alive, I'm the same, but with a boyfriend now. I have the same brain from way back when I was daily posting on here. There's just more stuff chaining me down to this world. If you read all this thank you. I hope you feel seen. I know it's not easy out here

...and to the people that didn't read. Yea. I get it 😅

#update #sober #life update #excessively long #i think i talk too much

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The Wages of Sin

priest!Matt Murdock x fem!Reader

Rated MA for a lots of religious references and sacrilege, a lil bit of angst and self doubt, surprisingly tame smut? i mean there is still touching and orgasm included so not too tame

2,665 words

A/N: umm... sorry god 😂 (p.s. thank you to @yourbucky084 for betaing ily shannon)

“Umm… I’m sorry, Father. I’ve never done this before. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say.”

He chuckles, not unkindly. You’re not sure he has the ability to be unkind. “Start by saying ‘bless me, Father, for I have sinned.’ And how long it’s been since your last confession.”

You take a deep breath, swallow down your nerves. You know nothing good with come of this, but you fool yourself into thinking that it’ll make you feel better.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. This is my first confession.”

When you pause, he lets out a gentle chuckle. “What brings you here today?”

“Oh right. I…” another deep breath. This is it. “I’m not… really catholic. Not until recently. But… I need a little faith because I think I’ve committed a sin that I can’t take back.”

“There’s no sin that God won’t forgive,” he assures you. That gentle tone of his is ever-present.

“I’ve fallen for a man that I can’t have,” you start, breath hitching and your traitorous eyes already tearing up.

“Why do you think this is a sin you can’t return from?” He seems genuinely curious—genuinely passionate about helping you. He’s a good man.

“He’s a priest,” you whisper. “A… man of the cloth.”

He’s silent for a long moment, almost so long that you’re worried he hasn’t heard you.

“It’s natural to want companionship,” he murmurs after a long moment. “As long as you haven’t acted on these urges, you’ve committed no sin.”

“I have. Acted on it.”

You hear his breath catch, and it startles you. You’re sure he was trained not to show any reaction to the things he learns from penitents, so letting such a reaction slip is a huge deal.

“How… how have you acted on this urge?”

You don’t want to get your hopes up. By now he has to know you’re confessing your attraction to him, and yet he still remains professional.

“I… I’ve touched myself. Thought about what his hands would feel like on my body. And… the worst part is, I came here, I came to confess, in hopes that he would return my feelings. I came here to corrupt a holy man.”

There’s another long pause.

“For your penance, you’ll pray the Act of Contrition. And come back every day until Saturday to pray two Hail Marys and three Our Fathers.”

It feels like a dagger straight to the heart. Of course you didn’t expect him to give up his entire life and faith for you, but part of you had hoped he would. That he’s longed for you as much as you’ve ached for him.

But of course he hasn’t. He’s a good man, a holy man, and he can’t even see you. How would he know you would be worth giving up his entire livelihood for?

“In addition,” he continues, “you’re to meet me here next Saturday morning so we may begin to work on curing you of this urge.”

“Yes, father.” You sound broken, defeated. You are.

“I absolve you from your sins, in the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”

It’s almost robotic as you repeat his “Amen.”

“Go in peace,” he tells you. There’s something softer to his tone, as if he regrets hurting you. You’re sure he does, and you feel even worse for it. You’ve caused him pain by being so selfish. He never had to know, he could’ve lived happily without you ever trying to make a move.

“Thank you, Father.” It’s nothing more than a whisper, you’re not sure he hears it at all.

You sit in the front row of the church, and for what it’s worth you pray harder than you’ve ever prayed before. You beg whatever God there is to relieve you of these feelings for a man you’ll never have because it’s just too much to bear.

You come back every day, just as he instructed. Just for a few minutes after work, since the church is on your way home. You read the prayers off of the card and beg for them to do their work, to release you of the sin you’re committing.

And then you go home and inevitably think about Matt. His voice, his lips, the way he moves his hands…

And the cycle repeats.

You feel nearly hopeless when Saturday comes and you realize you have to confront him face to face. You’ve never been so desperate to crawl deeper into your bed and never show your face again.

But you want to get better. You want closure for these unrequited feelings. That’s what makes you drag yourself out of bed and pull on your favorite dress. Maybe it’s an underhanded move, but you know his priestly resolve isn’t going to break, so what harm can looking your best really do? Especially when he can’t actually see you.

He almost seems surprised when you show up—even though he was the one who instructed you to come. His head turns towards you as you walk up the aisle towards where he’s sitting in the front, as if he can see you coming. Sometimes you wonder if he can, if he has a set of spiritual eyes or something that see more than your regular ones ever will.

“I almost thought you wouldn’t come,” he says, not unkindly, as you take your seat beside him.

“I almost didn’t,” you admit with a shy chuckle.

“You’re stronger than you think,” he tells you with a hint of admiration in his voice. “I know you’ve held fast and completed your penance.”

You don’t know exactly how he knows that, since you haven’t seen him once since your confession. But the praise warms your heart—maybe all of this work was worth it, after all.

“Do you have anything to confess today?” He asks with a kind smile.

“Nothing different from last time,” you say with a shrug that he can’t see.

“So you haven’t been able to fight these… urges of yours?”

“I’ve tried so hard, Father.” He can hear in your heartbeat that you’re telling the truth. “I want to get over this, to move on, I’ve never prayed so much in my life. But I can’t stop thinking about yo—him.”

He lets out a soft sigh—it’s as if he, too, mourns your lack of triumph.

“Will you help me to my office?”

You’ve seen him navigate the church without his cane enough times to know that he doesn’t need your help, but you can’t help eager accepting his request when he wraps his hand around your arm.

“I should admit something,” he tells you, nearly a whisper as you stand and start guiding him in the direction of the parish offices.

“I had hoped that when you returned today, you would have a victory to report. That you had conquered this urge of yours.”

You had hoped the same. More than anything, you had hoped that you could be near him without your heart racing your your mouth going dry.

“I’m both terrified and relieved to hear that you still struggle with this burden.”

This is the last thing you’re expecting him to say, and it nearly makes you choke.

“W-why?”

“Because I shared your feelings long before you came to confession, and the fact that they’re more permanent than I thought puts us in a delicate position.”

You’re sure you’re hallucinating. You have to be, because there’s no way Father Murdock is actually admitting that he has feelings for you, too.

“What… what position is that?”

A flicker of a smirk passes over his face as he folds his cane up and sets it down before rounding his desk to sit in his big, plush, leather chair.

“First, I think it’s time for another confession.”

You raise an eyebrow at this statement. “Shouldn’t we be in the booth for that?”

“The confidentiality of the sacrament is held wherever you decide to confess,” he explains. “The booth is more a formality than anything.”

You sit down across from him like the chair is made of feathers and if you move too fast it’ll collapse.

You take a deep breath. And then another. And then, “bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been a week since my last confession.”

There’s a long pause as he waits for you to continue before finally pressing, “what have you done this week?”

“I’ve tried so hard not to think about you, Father. I’ve prayed constantly and begged God to release me of these urges and it hasn’t worked.”

Again, he asks, “what have you done?”

“I… I touched myself,” you admit, barely a whisper. “Almost every night.”

He shifts in his seat at this—widens his posture and uncrosses his arms to lean forward on the desk.

“Show me how.”

“Sh-show you?” Your voice is a barely audible squeak, but he still somehow manages to understand and it brings a smirk to his face.

“I can smell how turned on you are,” he tells you, as if it’s the most innocent statement in the world. “I wanna hear it, too.”

There’s a hard edge to the way he instructs you, but there’s also a softness to his voice that tells you this situation is entirely under your control. You can say no and walk out now and he won’t hold it against you. He’s not going to force you into anything you don’t want.

You’ve never felt safer with someone. And that’s what makes you turn around in your seat as Matt stands up.

“Will you unzip my dress?”

He rushes to your aid eagerly, hands tracing down your neck before finding the zipper in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. He knows it, too, if the low chuckle he lets out is any indication.

His fingers are feather-light as they trace down your spine—the groan he emits when he feels your lack of a bra sends another shiver through you.

“Did you know we would end up like this?” He mutters close to your ear, and you shake your head before remembering he can’t see the gesture.

“No. Not even in my wildest dreams did I think this would actually happen.”

“And yet here we are.” There’s a ton of satisfaction to his voice as he hears your dress drop to the floor. And then his fingertips are at your waist, hovering mere centimeters above the waistline of your panties. “May I?”

You nod this time, and he must feel it because he chuckles at the gesture.

“Let me hear you say it, baby girl.”

“Yes. Yes, please, Father Murdock.”

“Matt,” he corrects. And then he slides his fingers down over the soft fabric of your panties to cup your heat. “God forgive me, but there’s nothing holy about me right now.”

In a matter of seconds, Matt’s managed to completely overwhelm all of your senses. His fingers rubbing against your covered clit and his warm breath against your neck and his firm chest pressed against your back all work together to stimulate you in a way that almost makes your knees buckle.

You can’t help wondering if he knows how good he is, or if the effect he has on you is completely unconscious.

From the smirk that’s seemingly permanently plastered on his face, you’d place your bets on the former—that he knows he’s good. For a priest, he sure is one cocky fucker.

His fingers rub over your clit—even through your panties—with the skill of a harpist’s fingers on nylon strings. He relishes in the sweet sounds you make: the breathy sighs, the whined moans. Even without direct contact, he’s steadily urging you towards the cliff of your pleasure like a siren calling to a sailor.

“You sound so pretty,” he mumbles into your ear, and the hot flush of his breath makes the rest of your skin feel like it’s dipped in freezing water. “Do you always sound this beautiful when you feel good?”

You don’t even pause to think—don’t bother to formulate your answer before you shake your head. “Don’t know. Never felt this good.”

Oh, that pleases him. Without even meaning to, your response goes straight to his cock and makes him need you impossibly more than he already does. Which is really saying something—he’s hard as a log and pressing insistently against your ass in a way that makes you feel almost embarrassingly wet.

You’d make a joke about the two of you being a log ride together, but the only thing on your mind is how close you are to falling apart just from Matt rubbing firm circles on your clit through the soft fabric of your underwear.

“I wanna hear you fall apart for me,” he gasps—you can tell the strain of keeping his own arousal at bay is slowly weighing him down and if you don’t come soon, he’s going to snap.

Part of you wants him to. But part of you also wants to be selfish and take as much pleasure as you can wring from him because you’re still partially convinced that he’s going to change his mind and cast you away.

Pleasure is her own mistress though, and as such, you don’t have another moment to contemplate what you want before your body is shaking and Matt has to press his mouth to yours to keep you quiet.

“That’s it,” he coos. “That’s a good girl.”

You don’t know if his praises prolong your orgasm, or if you’re just so out of it from coming so hard that you can’t make sense of anything.

Again, you would place your bets on the former.

You slump in his arms without even realizing it—he supports your weight effortlessly, lets you come back to earth in his warm embrace as he presses sweet kisses to your neck and murmurs even sweeter praises in your ear.

“So good,” he tells you once you’ve mostly regained your bearings. “Even more perfect than I imagined.”

Matt’s response is seamless when the knock sounds on the office door—he gently pulls your dress back up your body and zips it up, then seats you in front of his desk. It takes only a matter of seconds, as if he was anticipating a surprise interruption. He probably was—you’re starting to realize that he’s a lot more intuitive than he should be, that he can see more than you could ever dream of seeing.

Matt answers the door, and you’re still just a bit too out of it to listen in to the brief whispered conversation between Matt and one of the other parish priests.

After just a few seconds, the door clicks shut and Matt’s hands are on your shoulders. They don’t stray from their position like you wish they would, though—they stay in place and he gently rubs your shoulders as he speaks.

“I need to take a trip to the hospital to give final rites,” he sighs—there’s a weight to his tone that you don’t quite recognize, but you can understand why it’s there. Surely final rites is the worst, most heavy part of his job. “Maybe… we can continue your penance tomorrow night? After dinner?”

“I’d like that,” you tell him earnestly as your hand reaches up to squeeze his.

You delight in the little smile that graces his face—in the way that the weight seems to be lifted temporarily at your touch.

“Okay,” he breathes, flipping his hand over to briefly intertwine his fingers with yours.

And then he’s gone, office door left open so you can leave on your own time.

Unintentionally, he’s left a weight on your shoulders. A weight that’s not nearly as pleasant as his hands.

THE END

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letarasstuff · 3 years

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Ranting

(A/N): This was requested by an anon, I hope you like it :)

Summary: In the middle of midterms, Spencer's daughter has enough and for the first time in her life, she rants to the team

Warnings: one swear word, school, school stress, mental breakdown, shitty friends, a bit of angst (but there is fluff to balance that out), weird grammatical sentences that are according to google correct

Wordcount: 2.3k

✨Masterlist✨ _____________________________ As a teenager, Spencer was pretty closed off. But this had several reasons, like being a child (or moreover a teen prodigy) at college and getting his first Ph.D, or that he hadn’t had a safety net of people he could have gone to. So as he became a father himself, he tried everything possible to assure his own daughter that her feelings and thoughts are always welcome and valid.

Unfortunately (Y/N) herself has developed the same habit starting high school and ever since Spencer can’t do anything to get her to open up to him. It’s not like they don’t have a good relationship, they have one of the strongest father-daughter bonds the BAU has ever witnessed. The girl simply has other ways to cope with her feelings and how to act them out in the safety of her own four walls. Her father learned to accept it, knowing that he can’t and won’t force her to talk to him.

So what follows now not only shocked Spencer. But also his work family.

It’s the time every teen in high school dreads: Midterms.

A word a teacher can mutter and a shiver goes through the rows of students in the classroom. Or at least it feels like it to (Y/N). She takes her school work very seriously. In her mind every single grade determines her future.

The rational part in her knows that the grades in her sophomore year doesn’t matter. That they are even long forgotten when she graduates. There is just so much pressure on her. But it isn’t coming from her father.

Spencer is pretty laid-back regarding school. He knows his daughter is trying her best and that it’s just the tenth grade and not the end of the world. School is not everything life has to offer, especially he has to know it as a scholar and profiler flying through the country in a jet back and forth.

It’s (Y/N)’s classmates, who pressure her to get good grades.

“We depend on you and your notes”, Tyler exclaims as he jogs next to her through the busy hallway. “Ty, I know. But I don’t have the time to get them done for all of you to understand by tomorrow. They are still a mess that only I know to see through. I still have to finish my history project and I go to my Dad’s work this afternoon, which means I won’t get much done and I still have to do the homework I got today before sorting my notes for the test in two days.”

At her locker, the boy still doesn’t let go of the subject. “Do you want to say that our grades don’t matter as much as yours? Because this would be a true selfish statement.” Maybe it is the lack of sleep, because she pulled three all-nighters in two weeks, or the fact that she is slowly getting fed up being treated like an unpaid private teacher, but (Y/N) can’t stop her sassy answer. “Tyler, you wouldn't even know how to tell apart your ass from your head if it weren’t for me and my help in biology. You wouldn’t even know how to spell selfish if I didn’t let you copy my answers in spelling tests in elementary school.”

Done with the day and her friend’s shit, she slams the door of her locker shut and leaves a flabbergasted boy behind. Half an hour later the teenager enters the bullpen with her visitor badge clipped to the pocket of her sweater.

On the way there she was fuming. The audacity of her friends. It’s not only Tyler, who tried to get her notes of a unit, she was the only one listening, even though the teacher said loud and clear that this will be important for midterms. A few other friends out of the group she usually hangs out with texted her the same question of when her notes will be given to them. Understandably, (Y/N) comes into the office in the worst mood anyone from the team ever saw, including her own father.

“Hey Sweetheart”, he tries to greet her with a hug. Even though both of them are not big on touch, they are extra affectionate with people they are close to.

To everybody’s surprise, the girl takes a step back, effectively avoiding his open arms. “Hey”, she grumbles out before taking a seat in the chair already waiting for her. Nobody is allowed to sit in this one, except for her. Not even Derek has ever put his butt on this one, knowing the sacredness of it.

Without sparing anyone another glance, (Y/N) gets the needed stuff for that history project out and continues working on it. The team resorts to throwing a questiongly look to Spencer, who shrugs his shoulders with a look of despair. So everyone resumes their work without even daring to say a word.

The general silence is occasionally broken by an unnerved sigh leaving the teenager’s lips. “Is the conference room occupied?” She asks, her voice clearly showing how annoyed she is. Her father shakes his head. “No, not that I know of. Do you need help with your school work?” This is obviously the wrong thing to say. “Do I look like a baby? I don’t need anyone to help with that, I have been going to school for ten years now, I think I can handle this project as perfectly fine as I did since day one. It’s just your keyboard typing that will be the reason for my first grey hairs if I don’t get out of here soon.”

Quickly (Y/N) gathers her stuff and storms off into the conference room. Immediately the team crowds her father’s desk. “What happened?” “Who hurt her?” “Go, talk to her!”

“Guys, I don’t know what’s going on. I’m at the same loss as all of you. The only thing I know is that (Y/N) is under pressure, because it’s midterms. But judging by the way she reacted, I don’t want to go near her. It’s safer to try to defuse a bomb than talk to her in that mood. Last time I saw something similar, her favorite show was declared finished, got a revival and then didn’t get one and nobody mentioned it again. She was so mad, I think it took three years of her life.” A silence of uncertainty spreads through the room.

“What about we give her some room until she calms down?” JJ suggests, being unsure herself how to deal with a teenage girl. But the rest agrees and goes back to filling out their paperwork.

This continues for about 20 minutes, till a loud bang and a frustrated scream is heard followed by “DON’T THEY WANT TO GET IT OR ARE THEY JUST STUPID?!” Alerted by that, seven people (yes, even Dave and Aaron leave their offices, while Penelope was already in the bullpen) storm into the round table room only to see a more than outraged (Y/N).

“Sweetheart”, Spencer speaks to her in the gentlest voice they ever heard from him and slowly moves towards his daughter, “What’s going on?”

Her response is delayed by several deep breaths she has to take in order to be able to talk without seething. “ALL OF MY SO CALLED FRIENDS ARE ASKING ME FOR MY NOTES, like do I look like a personal tutor? And when I tell them that I got a life, a life outside of school and grades, because otherwise I go completely bananas, just like all of you say, they get mad. Now they act like I’m the most selfish person in the whole world. I’m so done, can’t they understand that they are old enough to take care of their own stuff? I’m not responsible for them, their grades or anything regarding their lives. Otherwise I would be the mother of at least four toddlers and one baby and at the age of sixteen I’m not ready for that kind of responsibility. I know friends are there for eachother, and I really don’t mind helping them from time to time. But what they are doing is terror. Terror.

“Oh and don’t get me started on their tormention if I get something lower than an A-. Then they suddenly transform into geniuses, like they suddenly know everything possible. Of course, I’m the dumb one. I should have studied more.

“I am under an insane amount of pressure, because I know they rely on me, but enough is enough. I tell them that if anyone asks me for anything school related again and they act like I owe them an answer, I’ll cut off all ties to all of them. What am I, a roboter just there for their needs, without some of my own?”

After her long rant, (Y/N) takes a couple more breaths. It’s pretty much the only sound right now, because the team is stunned. None of them heard her talking, no ranting, like that. Not even her Spencer has seen her like that.

Realizing what she just said, the teenager fidgets nervously with her hands. “I’m, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, you know, blow up like that. I, I really don’t know where this came from.” Nervously she scratches the back of her head. It really wasn’t her intention to let it out like that. Her plan was just to come home tonight and deal in the confinement of her own four walls with all of her feelings. It’s easier to be honest to yourself when you are alone than having an audience watching you losing it.

Suddenly (Y/N) finds herself engulfed in a massive bear hug. “Oh, my sweet sweet summerchild. You needed to rant to us and I’m so happy you did. Even though your uhm, friends, sound like big douchebags, we can help you sort something out”, Penelope tells her while keeping her arms around the teen.

“Just like lil mama said, we are here for you, Baby Reid. Don’t ever be afraid to tell us something, may it even be as small as you having stubbed your toe.” Morgan ruffles her hair and gives her a reassuring smile.

Just like them everybody shows her their support, be it encouraging words or affectionately gestures. Rossi invites her to a calm and quiet dinner at his mansion, cooking class included. Hotch assures her that she will get through this rough patch, with or without these fake people. JJ suggests (Y/N) comes over to her home and she can participate in a family game night at their home.

When it’s Emily’s turn, she makes sure to get her message loud and clear by looking the teen in the eyes (not as deep as it sounds, because some people make an intense stare really uncomfortable): “If those kids give you a hard time again, tell me. I’ll pay them a visit in classic protective godmother fashion, because nobody traits MY godchild like this. Just give me their names and I’ll handle the rest.” Obviously she doesn’t say this aloud in front of everyone, else Hotch will have her head, knowing she goes through with her threats. Instead she whispers it into the teen’s ear. Still, it makes (Y/N) smile, having such a strong support net.

Sensing the family’s need for time of their own to talk about the whole situation, the team leaves the room. Spencer gestures to her to take a seat after moving two chairs opposite each other. He wants her not to feel trapped.

“Do you still want to talk about it? It doesn’t have to be now, we can do it tonight, tomorrow, in a week or in a month. Just, please don’t shut me out. I know it’s difficult to be a teenager, especially in times like these. But it won’t do you any good keeping all of this for yourself. Today you took it out through anger. How will it look next time?

I don’t want to pressure you into talking. We don’t need to. We can find other coping mechanisms. We can try and reduce your stress. Anything. But we both know that this is not the right way.” While speaking, he takes his daughter’s hand, making her look up to him.

(Y/N) nods. Her eyes fill with tears. “I just can’t keep going like this.” She whispers, feeling all the stress, pressure and the intensity of the last few weeks crashing down on her. Quickly Spencer gathers her in his arms, letting her cry in his embrace.

After calming down, she looks up to her father with bloodshot eyes. “We can talk tonight. But I need you to do me a favor.” “Anything”, he assures her, stroking a hand along her back. “I, uhm, I need a new phone. I may or may not have thrown mine against the wall after getting a text from Tyler.”

Spencer looks at the crooked cell laying on the floor, the screen cracked. “I think we can get that sorted”, he tells her with a smile and gives her a kiss on the forehead.

The two of them leave the office earlier, having many things to talk about and many problems to solve. But with the help of her family (Y/N) gets through this, a time where people unfortunately only like her for her smarts and not being herself.

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unfair, m | myg, jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader, ft. yoongi

summary: Min Yoongi lived a simple life, alone in his apartment with his dog, Holly. Then he (and his dick) noticed his next-door neighbor. And her boyfriend. But nothing was going to come out of that. They weren’t trying to seduce him... right?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship (jk/you); pining/slow burn; overheard smut; smut (fem reader, threesome, m and f-receiving oral); lil fluff; starts off with Yoongi’s POV, then changes to yours when it gets... fun. ;)

Min Yoongi had a problem. A problem most men probably had, but not a problem he was used to. He wasn’t a thirsty kind of guy. For most of his life, he really didn’t care about sexual shit. He had fallen in love, sure, but that was the gradual feeling, the kind that grew slowly but surely, and ultimately burned out when the girls would basically tell him he was boring as fuck. Which he knew he wasn’t. He was just… really garbage at being romantic.

Of course, he was older now, so he had some idea of romance and showing affection, not for his sake but for the sake of loving someone. Even if he was bad at it, the whole point was to try. To be honest, he hadn’t actually put that theory into practice yet, but that was what he had concluded after his last break-up. But now he had a problem.

It was not fucking fair how fucking hot his next-door neighbor was.

It just wasn’t. To whatever higher power was up there, what the actual fuck? Why do this to him, Min Yoongi, of all people? He was a kind boy. A good soul. He didn’t need to step out of his apartment to walk his dog Holly to see his next-door neighbor in a sports bra and leggings wiping her brow with a towel after her morning run. A little sweaty, cheeks flushed, skin glistening. Holy fuck. To top off that banging body, she looked up at him and gave him a confident smile and a polite nod before going into her apartment. Not even embarrassed.

Fuck. Now he had to walk his dog with a hard-on. Great.

To make it even worse, he was pretty sure she was taken. A guy would come around and they would leave together, probably to go on dates. Usually he was in sweats and a bucket hat but this time Yoongi saw him in slacks and a dress shirt.

And, oh, holy hell.

Of course, the guy was fucking handsome as fuck. Nice broad shoulders and muscular arms. Cute face with a mischievous smile and nose scrunch when he laughed. A sweet, tiny mole underneath his lower lip and another on his cheek. Neat black hair swept to one side, begging to have hands running through those strands. Round, brown doe eyes. Thighs could probably crush him and Yoongi would be happy about it. And then she came out of her apartment in her tight black dress and heels, sliding into the guy’s arms so easily and giving him a kiss. The dress showed off her nice round ass and juicy, squeezable thighs.

It was all fucking terrible for Yoongi.

“Ooh, you’re looking pretty for me today, love.”

“Wow, Jungkook, contain yourself for one second so we can at least eat first.”

“I’m ready to eat something, that’s for sure.”

He was not creeping; he was collecting a package outside his door. That was it. He was not the least bit interested in what was going on next to him.

Holly raced out of his apartment, his tiny fluffy brown butt bouncing as he rushed to the people, barking excitedly. Yoongi nearly dropped his package in surprise, shoving it under his arm and rushing over.

“Holly, no! I’m so sorry–”

The guy, Jungkook, laughed as he crouched down, barking back at Holly playfully.

“Aren’t you cute? What’s your name, little one?”

His next-door neighbor smiled at him. Yoongi was ready to crawl into a hole in embarrassment. Not only was he looking frumpy as fuck in a stained white t-shirt and black sweats, but he was also struggling to wrangle Holly with a large box under his arm. To top it off, Jungkook was not making it any easier by chasing Holly around. Yoongi’s black hair was messy and unbrushed, long enough to almost cover his eyes. He was basically a hobo compared to these two.

“I’m sorry for interrupting, he’s a bit–”

“It’s okay.”

He froze up. Oh no, oh no, oh no.

“What’s your dog’s name?”

He swallowed. “H-Holly.” Oh shit. He accidentally looked at her chest. Why did she have such pretty collarbones? She seemed not to notice. Instead she looked over to Jungkook who was wrestling with Holly on the floor and rubbing his belly.

“He’s really cute,” she said with a smile. “You don’t mind if Jungkook plays with him a little, do you?”

“N-no,” Yoongi mumbled, biting his lip. She had plump, shapely lips stained red.

She held her hand out. “I only moved in last month.” He placed her hand in hers. She had a nice, firm handshake. She was telling him her name and he was imagining her hand wrapped around his cock. He needed to get a grip.

“Min Yoongi,” he said robotically. What are social skills? Yoongi didn’t remember any of them at the moment.

“That’s Jeon Jungkook,” she was saying, pointing to the young man on the floor. Holly was licking his hands excitedly. Yoongi noticed a small heart tattooed onto Jungkook’s right hand. Fuck. He had nice hands too. His cock was waking up. Oh fuck.

“Come on, Holly, we have to go now.”

“Aww,” Jungkook whined. Why the fuck was this guy so fucking cute? Please have mercy. Jungkook waved to Holly with a smile. “See you later, Holly!”

Yoongi bowed awkwardly and scurried back into his apartment, Holly bounding in behind him as he shut the door. He barely even squeaked out a goodbye. He didn’t have a chance because – yup, now he had a giant boner.

Holly wagged his tail and barked up at Yoongi, who sighed and shook his head.

His brother asked to take Holly for a while. It was fine with Yoongi; his older brother was going camping with his wife and Holly loved being outdoors. Actually, he invited Yoongi, but Yoongi knew he wasn’t an outdoorsy kind of guy and suggested Holly to go instead. Holly loved Yoongi’s brother – maybe even more than Yoongi himself, the traitor. To be honest, if his brother decided to have kids soon, Yoongi had always said it would be a good idea for Holly to grow up with them. Dogs were an essential part of childhood, after all.

That’s why Yoongi was sitting alone in his apartment, reading, with no dog noises around him to distract him. It was nice, quiet, and serene.

Or it would be, if it wasn’t for his next-door neighbor literally fucking up a storm.

Instead, Yoongi was seething at the shared wall next to him as he was very clearly hearing someone getting banged. Which was fine, because people were allowed to do what they wanted. Yoongi didn’t care. Except he did kind of care, because he was absolutely sure it was Jungkook fucking the daylights out of his hot-as-fuck next door neighbor. It was also upsetting because his dick was suddenly awake and saying hello as if he had been called to attention.

But, nope, it was just Yoongi sitting alone glaring at the wall that separated him and giving the two of them a piece of his mind.

Or his meat.

He frowned and made a face. He didn’t have thoughts like that. No, not him, Min Yoongi. He was pure, he definitely did not have any naughty thoughts, nope, not a single o–

A particularly lustful moan of Jungkook’s name cut though his thoughts.

Was he sitting at the chair closest to the wall? Maybe. Well, he was. Could he just move to his kitchen and not hear anything? Yes. Was he going to move?

No.

What number was this anyway? Did Jungkook have the stamina of a horse or something? Not that Yoongi cared, mind you. He certainly did not. It was interesting to think about, that’s all. And then he heard something he thought he would never, ever hear.

“Oh, fuck, Yoooongi!”

Um, what? Did he hear that correctly? Yoongi sat up, raising an eyebrow at the wall. It must have been his imagination, surely, because the sound of skin on skin was not stopping. There was no way she had said the wrong name by accident, right? And Jungkook wouldn’t just let her blurt some other guy’s name out for no reason, right?

He glared at the wall suspiciously, as if it could answer.

Eventually the sounds died down, which was a relief. Hours went by and all Yoongi could think about was her saying his name. There was no way she accidentally said his name while getting fucked by Jungkook. Making that kind of mistake was unforgivable. He ended up ordering take out because to be honest he couldn’t really concentrate on cooking. Yoongi frowned as his doorbell pinged, walking to the door automatically. He must have manifested his thoughts or something like that. He placed his hand on the knob and opened it. It was his imagination, surely–

“Hey, did you order delivery? The person accidentally dropped it off at our door.”

Yoongi almost fell over.

His next-door neighbor blinked at him as he struggled to find his words. She was wearing a big baggy white t-shirt that clung to her body. No pants. The bag was in front of her chest. He could barely see the light pink of her panties.

“Ah, it wasn’t the other door. Is it his?”

Jungkook bounded over, black hair messy, his doe-like eyes wide with curiosity. Grey t-shirt, gray sweatpants. Tattoos going up his right arm. Yoongi nearly had a heart attack seeing his muscular arms.

“Uh, ah–yes, it’s mine, sorry–”

She smiled and held it out to him.

“Here you go.”

His eyes almost bulged out of his head – she wasn’t wearing a bra, holy shit – and he nearly dropped the bag if it wasn’t for Jungkook’s quick reflexes placing his hand at the bottom of the bag.

“Whoa, careful there.”

Thankfully his arm was now blocking her tits so Yoongi snatched the bag and bowed profusely, mumbling apologies.

“Sorry to trouble you.”

“It’s no problem,” she said brightly. “Enjoy your meal.”

She waved and Yoongi finally looked up, seeing her body turned away from him. Oh, whew. Then he looked up to their faces.

And found both of them smirking at him before they went back into her apartment.

“They’re fucking with me, Hoseok!”

“Calm down, hyung. I think you’re thinking about it too much.”

That’s what his best friend Jung Hoseok told him over dinner. Yoongi was having none of it.

“How can I be over-thinking it when they’re smirking at me at my front door?”

Hoseok winced. “I don’t know, maybe you imagined it. Why would your next-door neighbor and her boyfriend do something like that?”

“I don’t know, it’s not bad, it’s just–”

“Wait, you like it?”

“… I didn’t–”

Hoseok had burst out laughing like a lunatic.

The laughter rang in Yoongi’s ears as he stood at his front door, silently fuming. He shouldn’t have told Hoseok. But who was he supposed to tell? He wasn’t that close with many of his friends, after all. And Hoseok didn’t end up being mean about it in the end. Yoongi rubbed his forehead, shoving his hair under his black cap. Ah, it was probably just an empty hope after all. He was over-thinking it. Only an absolute loon would think that his next-door neighbor and her boyfriend wanted to have a threesome with him.

“Yoongi?”

He jumped, jerking away from his door suddenly. She stared at him, lip quivering, a worried look on her face. Cropped pink sweatshirt and leggings. Whew, at least she was clothed.

“Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you. Is this a bad time?”

“I wasn’t scared,” he said automatically. “Only surprised.” He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, what was it?”

“Oh, I just…” She rubbed the back of her head sheepishly, fluffing her hair. Fuck. Stop being cute. “I don’t mean to pry, but I haven’t seen you walk Holly lately. I was wondering if he was okay?”

Oh. Right. His dog. “Ah, Holly is with my brother right now. He’s fine. We sort of have shared custody of him since we all grew up together,” Yoongi added with an awkward smile. Ack. Social skills, what even are they?

“Oh, that’s a relief!” She placed a hand on her chest and smiled. “I’m sorry if I was being too nosy.”

He waved a hand. “It’s okay. I’m surprised you noticed.”

“Who wouldn’t notice? You always looked so happy walking him.” He was pretty sure his heart was going to burst if she kept smiling at him like that. “You’re so cute when you smile.”

“Ah…” Hang on, what? His cheeks began to warm.

“You must love dogs.”

Right. His dog. He chuckled. “I don’t usually, but somehow Holly made his way into my heart.”

She looked rueful. “I’m jealous of him.”

What?

“It must be difficult to win your heart.”

Was she… flirting with him?

She smiled innocently at him but those eyes were giving him a different story. The mischievous sparkle made his response die in his throat. He stared at her for a good minute.

“What… about Jungkook?”

“What about me?”

Yoongi felt his entire body freeze. He was caught. Shit, shit, shit.

Jungkook brushed past him ever-so-slightly, hand lingering on Yoongi’s jacket-covered arm before he hugged her tightly, kissing her forehead. She smiled up at him. Jungkook grinned at her and turned back to Yoongi with a bright bunny-like smile.

“Hey.”

Yoongi looked away quickly, realizing he was observing much too closely. “Er, hello.”

“Hey, Yoongi.”

He swallowed and looked up, raising his eyebrows. “Yes?”

Her lips curved into a sly smile.

“If you’re ever feeling up to it, we would love you to come over sometime.”

Jungkook grinned. “Any time!”

Oh, fuck. Jungkook’s hands were on her waist, sliding down slowly. Tongue in his teeth as she leaned against his chest with that foxy smile. Yoongi opened his mouth, but the only sound he made was an awkward croak. He coughed and looked away.

“I’ll… keep that in mind.”

Yoongi hastily fumbled with the door lock and ran into his apartment, praying that neither of them could see his blushing face and his massive hard-on.

“They said you could come over any time. You are not crazy. You are just being nice.”

Yoongi stood in front of his next door-neighbor’s door like a zombie, clutching one bottle of red wine and a bottle of whiskey for dear life. He had contemplated his outfit three times before deciding that a long-sleeved white shirt, black jeans, and ripped gray denim jacket was not trying too hard. But just to be sure, he wore his nicer black boxer briefs and not the ones with holes in them.

Just…

In case.

“They don’t want to fuck you. They’re being nice.”

The door suddenly opened.

Yoongi’s eyes went wide. He sputtered. “A-ah!”

Oh my god.

Was it even possible for a woman to be this pretty? Decked in a floaty, red dress with a delicate bow around her neck and fluffy white slippers, his next-door neighbor seemed surprised to see him. The fabric floated down and clung to her curves, dipping inward in between her legs. Her eyebrows raised in surprise and her plump lips curved into a small ‘o’.

“Yoongi! I wasn’t expecting you for another ten minutes! Jungkook told me he just arrived.”

“I’m here, darling.”

Jungkook’s deep voice purred behind Yoongi. The older man nearly jumped and turned to see Jungkook right behind him – how long had he been there? Black t-shirt, black jeans, chunky black sneakers. Jungkook’s lips curved into a mischievous smile and he leaned over Yoongi, his chest brushing against Yoongi’s shoulder. Yoongi felt his heartbeat skyrocket at the sudden closeness until he realized Jungkook was kissing his girlfriend on the forehead, patting her head gently.

“Fancy for a just watching a movie,” Jungkook teased. She stuck her tongue out at him.

“I just bought this dress! I can wear whatever I want.”

“Yes, you can, and you look cute in it too.”

Yoongi would have been paying attention except he suddenly felt Jungkook’s hand against his back, sliding slightly downwards. He froze, breath caught in his throat. It wasn’t that he was starved for intimacy or anything. Okay, maybe he was a little bit, but, shit, what was he supposed to do with two very obviously hot as fuck people were seducing him? Ignore it?

No, he most certainly was not.

Yoongi stumbled, nerves rattling him. He felt strong arms hold him straight.

“Oh, sorry, did you trip?” Jungkook asked, worry laced in his voice.

“Ack, where are my manners? Come in, come in.”

He felt Jungkook push him lightly. Yoongi swallowed and stepped inside the apartment, still clutching the two bottles of alcohol for dear life. He was afraid that if he let go, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from… uh. Things. Breathe deep, Min Yoongi. You are not fifteen.

“These… are for you.”

He held out the two bottles to her. She tilted her head as she read the labels, taking them from him. It took all of Yoongi’s power not to grab her tits.

“Oh, thank you! Look, Jungkook, he bought red wine, your favorite!”

Jungkook bounded past him excitedly and took the bottle from her. “Ah, yesss! All for me!”

Yoongi blinked. “You don’t drink?”

She tapped the whiskey bottle. “I do. Just not wine.”

Watching a movie? Yeah, right.

How was Yoongi supposed to watch anything at all? One look at Jungkook in his loose black t-shirt and, fuck, he was reminded the guy’s entire right arm was tattooed. Holy shit. And her? Wrapped so nicely in floaty red fabric with that bow around her neck. It meant the dress had a deep neckline and he could see the curve of her cleavage, the plushness of her breasts.

Fuck this movie. Yoongi literally had no idea what was on the screen at this point.

She leaned against Jungkook as he sipped his wine. Every so often, she poured herself a shot of whiskey and drank it. Like… what? Granted, it wasn’t very much, but he had never seen a woman just… do that. She would smile and settle back onto the couch, into the curve of Jungkook’s arm. His tattooed arm. Jungkook would then drape it around her again, fingertips almost touching her breast. All this, happening within ten inches of Yoongi, who was sitting on her right side.

He didn’t know what number he was on now. Yoongi wasn’t a lightweight but he couldn’t calm his nerves either. Nerves or growing lust?

Both.

Yoongi looked away and stared at the screen. He didn’t know what he was looking at. All he could think about was faceplanting into those tits and Jungkook’s hands all over him. Or her sitting on his face as Jungkook sucked him off. Or, her sitting on Jungkook’s face and him sucking Jungkook off–

“Yoongi.”

He nearly flung his glass in surprise but she reached over and took it from him. Her breasts brushed against his arm and Yoongi stiffened, trying to keep his face neutral.

“I think you need to slow down. Are you okay?” she said worriedly, placing the whiskey glass on the coffee table.

“No.” He shook his head quickly and cleared his throat. “I mean, yes. Yes, I’m fine.”

Jungkook and her stared at him.

Yoongi raised a hand and took a deep breath. “Er… I am getting this feeling,” he said awkwardly.

She tilted her head. “Hm?”

“It’s nothing.”

Jungkook shook his head. “No, no. If you’re not comfortable, then we understand. You should go home if you’re not feeling well.”

No, that’s not really what I want. I want to fuck, damnnit!

“Ah…” Yoongi swallowed at the sudden attention placed on him. “It’s not that.” He was a straightforward person. He didn’t know how to make it sound metaphorical or pretty. “You two have a very strong… presence.”

She frowned slightly. “Is that bad for you?”

“N-no. It’s, er… attractive.”

Oh shit. He said it.

“Ah, I meant–” Yoongi coughed, looking away quickly. “The other day… I thought I heard my name… But it must have been a mistake, right?” He laughed awkwardly. “Sorry, I shouldn’t say such–”

A softness pressed against him. Yoongi wasn’t wearing his jacket, only his long-sleeved white shirt. He froze. The softness slid up his arm. He could feel the weight of her body against him. His brain was turning into mush. Oh god, oh god, oh god…

“You heard me?” The words purred against his neck, hot and heavy.

He couldn’t turn around. He couldn’t. Yoongi tried to collect his words, fumbling through them.

“N-not on purpose…”

“You want me to say your name again? So you can hear it in person?”

The weight lifted. Slowly, Yoongi turned his head. His eyes trailed up her legs, to the floaty red fabric, to her waist, then up her chest to her face. She smiled slyly at him. Strong hands, one tattooed, one not, slid up her sides, grasping the bottom ties that held the bow together. Jungkook’s mischievous face popped up from behind her head. Yoongi just stared at them, eyes wide, mouth slightly open like a surprised kitten.

The bow teased apart, slowly. Jungkook’s hands slid inside the fabric, pushing it away. Yoongi’s breath caught in his throat. Jungkook cupped her breasts gently, rubbing his palms over them. She was wearing heart shaped pasties to cover her nipples. Yoongi was aware that he could run right now. He could have just stood up and walked out and that weirdness would have been over. Except, well…

His hand lifted. Yoongi hesitated for a moment, looking into her eyes.

She smirked and wrapped her fingers around his. His heart thumped loudly in his ribcage as she led him to her chest.

“You can take it off, if you want,” she said gently.

Yoongi swallowed as his fingertips touched her breast. Oh, so soft. He hooked a nail underneath the sticky material and pulled lightly. Nothing. She chuckled and shook her head.

“Little harder, Yoongi.”

His name was a soft purr. Yoongi bit his lower lip and yanked a little harder. It came off in his hand. He blinked rapidly in surprise, hoping he didn’t hurt her. His second thought was…

Holy shit, her nipple.

It was prominent, sticking straight out at him. It would have been visible through the fabric of the dress due to its size. Thinking about that was arousing him. Yoongi felt as if his whole face was heating up. He vaguely registered Jungkook peeling off the second one and dropping it on the coffee table. Now there were two – great math there, Yoongi, he scolded himself – and he sat like a statue, unable to comprehend that this was real.

Jungkook pushed her breasts together, trapping her nipples between his index and middle finger. He rolled them slowly. Yoongi watched in fascination as her eyes slid closed and her head tipped back, a breathy moan dripping from her lips. Jungkook squeezed and kneaded her breasts, nose buried in her neck as he inhaled deeply, murmuring her name. Her eyelids fluttered.

“A-ah… Yoongi…”

There was no wall blocking his view now. It was real.

Yoongi sat up a little straighter, leaning forward. He was still too afraid to touch.

“Y-yes?”

Her hand came up and stroked his cheek softly. He leaned into her touch, hungry. Her thumb pressed against his lips.

“Wanna kiss you.”

He cursed his bad habit of chewing on his lips, but leaned forward delicately. His eyes flickered to Jungkook, who was watching him with amusement. He wanted to ask. Are you sure? Jungkook seemed to understand and he nodded, smile turning gentler at Yoongi’s nervousness.

His eyes found hers again. Her lips parted. She led him to her face, closing her eyes slowly as her lips touched his. So soft, so gentle. It wasn’t the kiss he expected from his daydreams. It was warm and calm, soothing his nerves. His hands came up to cup her cheeks as the kiss deepened, tongue dancing against tongue. Everything just felt so soft. So lovely.

He felt Jungkook take his hands and slide them down. Yoongi gasped into her mouth as his palms touched her nipples. She moaned at his touch, nipping at his lower lip as he squeezed them, rolling her nipples with his thumb. They were just the right measure of hardness and softness. Her hands found his jeans and she pulled him closer by the waist, his body against hers.

“Yoongi-ssi…”

It wasn’t her voice. It was Jungkook’s, leaning forward and pushing up his shirt, running his hands over his skin. Yoongi gasped, suddenly feeling embarrassed. It was so obvious that Jungkook was more muscular and stronger than he was. But she held him close, kissing his jaw and neck. Jungkook’s face came into view, small smile dancing on his lips.

“I can call you that, right? Even though you’re my hyung?”

At this point, Yoongi didn’t even remember what honorifics were. “Whatever you want,” he muttered breathlessly. Jungkook chuckled and leaned forward, placing his lips on his. Oh, yes. More passionate, intense. Yoongi felt himself moan into Jungkook’s mouth and the younger man sucked on his tongue, hands along his back, pressing him into her.

It took a moment to untangle slightly. Breathing hard, Yoongi found himself looking into two pairs of lustful eyes.

“What do you want to do, Yoongi?”

Seducing Min Yoongi hadn’t been easy. There had been moments where you wondered if you had gone too far, or if Jungkook had teased him a little too much. It had been a long, carefully laid out plan. In fact, Jungkook almost gave up in the middle at one point and tried to convince you that he should hump him to get the message across. It had been a little difficult. But it was all worth it.

Because now you two managed to get Yoongi in the bedroom, flat on his back, your pussy in his face and Jungkook’s mouth on his cock. And oh, fuck, his fucking tongue. It had taken some more fondling and kisses to make Yoongi say it.

“Could I… eat you out while Jungkook sucks me off? Is that too much or–”

You grinded your hips into Yoongi’s face, sucking in a breath as Jungkook’s head bobbed up and down on Yoongi’s cock. Jungkook naked was already enough to make you wet. His muscular back, that ass, his tattooed arm, and his forearms flexing as he held Yoongi’s hips down. Could he suck dick as well as you? No, but he had a pretty good idea considering you were excellent at it. Watching Yoongi’s cock slide in and out of his mouth was a delicious sight. Yoongi’s tongue lapping at your clit had you dripping into his mouth. Somehow, he had just the right amount of pressure and roughness as he stroked you to climax, nails digging into your thighs.

You moaned in satisfaction, panting Yoongi’s name. Jungkook’s brown eyes flickered up to you and he made a muffled noise as he witnessed you playing with your nipples, squeezing and pulling on them lightly. You saw his hips jerk, humping the bed. You grinned. Teasing Jungkook was fun.

Yoongi tapped your leg and you got up, concerned. But he was clutching the sheets, gasping, head thrown back as he groaned, shoving his crotch into Jungkook’s face. Jungkook’s eyes widened and he gripped Yoongi’s hips, swallowing nosily as Yoongi’s entire body shuddered.

“F-fuck!”

You smiled as Jungkook sucked him dry, slowly rubbing his tongue around Yoongi’s cock as he cleaned him up. Yoongi did not seem like he was expecting this at all and moaned loudly, probably a little too loud. Jungkook dipping his head slowly, down, down, until the sensitive head hit the back of his throat. Yoongi’s face scrunched up, slipping into a moan as Jungkook slowly pulled back, Yoongi’s cock popping out of his lips.

Jungkook grinned. “Did I do good?”

You smiled. “Of course, my love.”

Yoongi squinted at him. “How the fuck did you learn how to do that?”

Jungkook pointed to you. “From the best.”

You smiled and Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

“Can I try something?” Jungkook asked, tugging on your arm.

You nodded. “What is it?”

Jungkook pulled you to him and kissed you, smiling against your lips. He readjusted you to be on top of Yoongi, your back to his chest. Yoongi made a disgruntled noise, but you rubbed your ass against his still sensitive cock, making him gasp. His hands wrapped around you. Yoongi had pretty hands, the kind of hands that made you pause the first time you saw him, the kind of hands you dreamed about touching you, the kind of hands that made your body melt. You were a bit disappointed that you couldn’t see Yoongi’s handsome face in his position but Jungkook was lifting your legs now, setting them on his shoulders. The condom was already on.

Jungkook smirked.

Was this man really going to expose your favorite position right now?

“Jung–fuuuuuck!”

His cock slid into you, slow and deep and hard. You yelped, feeling Yoongi grab your breasts and knead them. You liked this position for several reasons – one, Jungkook had you basically trapped under his body, and, two, Jungkook had power and gravity on his side. Thus, he could fuck you hard and deep at the same time, absolutely ruining you. And watch your face while he was doing it.

“Jungkook, ah, so deep,” you moaned, leaning against Yoongi’s chest as he pinched your nipples. Your pussy clenched, squeezing Jungkook’s cock inside you.

“That’s how you like it,” he drawled, rolling his hips into you, making his cock throb. You whimpered, looking deep into Jungkook’s eyes. Yoongi pinched your nipples and you whined as Jungkook thrust into your leisurely, burying himself in your folds.

“Whose idea was it to scream Yoongi’s name while we were fucking, hm?” Jungkook teased, fucking with such force that your ass bounced against Yoongi’s dick each time. You could feel him getting hard as your ass rubbed against it.

“M-mine,” you reply, earning you a slightly harder pace.

“So naughty,” Jungkook purred, licking his lips. “You wanted Yoongi so bad, didn’t you, love?”

You could only moan as Jungkook began to fuck you harder. Yoongi’s cock was smearing pre-cum all over you. You tried to desperately rub your ass against his cock, feeling it throb underneath you. It wetly slapped your ass every time Jungkook bounced you up and down.

“Fuck,” Yoongi grunted, kissing your neck. “Fuck, you two are seriously not fair.”

“Yoongi, ah, Jungkook…”

Yoongi rolled your nipples against his fingers and pinched them. You cried out, pussy clenching as your orgasm hit you, so overflowed with stimulation that you could barely think. Jungkook gritted his teeth, maintaining his pace as they worked you up again, Yoongi’s fingers rolling your nipples and Jungkook fucking you deep. It was an absolute mess of your own cum dripping down and Yoongi’s pre-cum mixing with it. The head of Yoongi’s hard cock was rubbing against your ass. You could watch Jungkook thrusting in and out of you, shiny and glistening.

“Ah, fuuuuck!”

You moaned as you came again, thick juices gushing down and coating Yoongi’s cock. Jungkook shuddered at your pussy tightening around him. You felt Yoongi’s hips shudder as he sucked in a breath sharply, groaning at the sensitivity as he came on your ass and up your thigh, splattering onto Jungkook’s legs.

Jungkook grinned triumphantly before fucking you even harder. It didn’t take long before he hissed, cock jerking inside you as he came, your name dragged out in a long moan. His jaw clenched, hips thrusting a little to get the last drops out of his softening cock.

After a moment, he pulled out, leaving you panting and sore in Yoongi’s arms. He got up to clean himself off, looking for a towel. Yoongi buried his face in your neck. You could feel his warm cheeks.

“Sorry about the bed,” he mumbled.

You reached back and petted his hair, breathing his name. You rubbed your ass against him and Yoongi stiffened. It made you grin.

“Stay the night, Yoongi.”

He nuzzled your hair even though he grumbled a bit.

“F-fine.”

part ii

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meteor752 · 3 years

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Dsmp Hogwarts AU, except it’s all the characters and I go into why they are what they are, please reblog this took a long ass time

Man, what a title Huh? Anyways, this will obviously go over the characters and not the content creators, because in some cases those are vastly different

Also, before we start, I will go over an important thing that I will mention probably a few times, and that is the difference between Hufflepuff Loyalty and Slytherin Loyalty.

Both of these houses value loyalty, but in very different ways. Take for example that you’re a spy who has their best friend as their partner, and you’re out on some super important mission. Let’s also say that your partner got shot and is close to death, and the only way to save them would be to abandon the mission entirely.

A Hufflepuff would try to complete the mission because it would be the best for all, while the Slytherin would abandon the mission despite the fact that it could result in countless deaths, just to save their friend.

See it as Selfish Loyalty vs Selfless loyalty. Both are great things to have, but are still different.

Anyways, on with the show

Tomathy Danger Kraken Careful Innit

I have seen people try to argue that this boy is a Hufflepuff because of his loyalty and such, but gosh darnit everyone this child is a god damn Gryffindor. I mean, one of his main character traits is that he’s brash and too brave for his own good. The reason he got fucking exiled is because he burned down George’s house without thinking of the consequences, and then just screamed at Dream without thinking of the consequences. The same goes for Ghostbur’s “death”, it was because he had no real plan except Stab Dream with an axe. So yeah, Gryffindor

Wilbur Soot

Slytherin, 100%. This man has created one and a half nation, one entirely out of spite, he was both a general and a president, he’s a smart lil fella, and he managed to hold his own against the god of the server. I don’t even thing you guys wanna argue with me here

Tuberculosis Underscore

This one is tricky, because it’s really between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw for me. Like, he does possess the Hufflepuff loyalty™ plus he is very kind, but he’s also one of the more logical and observant characters we have in this server (The bar is very low let me tell ya). But I think I will have to go with Ravenclaw, just because like, the boy invented nukes. He built fucking nukes. So yeah, a very chaotic Ravenclaw that will spout bee facts at you, be prepared

Technoblade

My man is a Ravenclaw, no doubt about it. I mean, he started talking about an old greek myth in the middle of a war? Just Ravenclaw things amiright?

Philza Minecraft

I will have to go with Slytherin on this one, simply because of the large amount of Slytherin Loyalty, but also because of his cunningness and resourcefulness, but for real this was very tricky, simply because I don’t like to think about c!Phil too much because as some of you may know, I kinda hate him (Not the cc though, obvs, he’s awesome)

Ranboo My Beloved

Hufflepuff. This boy’s ideology is literally “Choose people, not sides”, he’s an honest and compassionate boy who works hard, and has a very open mind. He’s literally the by the book Hufflepuff

Eret

Honestly, Slytherin. I mean, they are ambitious as fuck, both shown by them betraying L’Manburg for the throne, but also by working hard towards their redemption arc. They are also a good leader of the smp, and in general a great role model to have

Nikki Nihachu

This one is actually difficult, simply because Nikki has gone through quite the character arc the past couple of months. She started out kind, sweet and loyal, a classic Hufflepuff. Then she joined the syndicate and straight up tried to kill a child, which is less Hufflepuff but who am I to judge. But in her core, as seen through her discussion with Jack about Tommy’s revival, she is still a good person that works hard for what she believes in, wants the best for everyone (Despite sometimes working in her best self interest) remains kind through it all. So yeah, Nikki is a Hufflepuff, just a bit of a sadistic one. But we can’t all be perfect ya know?

Fun Jonathan Michael Vincent Georgina James Sus Dy Soot

Ah, my favorite character, and also one of the best examples of a Ravenclaw. And I ain’t saying that just cuz I’m a Ravenclaw, Fundy is one of the most Ravenclaw characters out there. He’s creative, Clever, Spontaneous, Witty, Curious, Sharp, and a real trickster. The idea of Ravenclaws being the goody two shoes kids that always does their school work is just false, we never do our Homework and instead sit and read about things we find interesting, and Fundy is a good example of that. Also he was quite the eager learner during the Dreamon Hunters arc, which again is a good example of a Ravenclaw. So if Ranboo is the by the book Hufflepuff, then Fundy is the by the book Ravenclaw.

Dreamwastaken

I’m pretty sure it’s confirmed that Dream is actually a Slytherin, and I ain’t arguing with that. This boy is cunning, sly, a leader, traditional, Self-Preserving, and a master with words. There is not much more to say here, apart from the fact that Slytherins main colour is literally green, so it all checks out, this boy is a snake.

George Lore

Mr not found over here really is hard to pinpoint down, simply because his main character trait is his apathy, which isn’t really a trait for any of the houses. I was discussing this one with my girlfriend, and both of us were pretty clueless of what to do with him. I was thinking if Hufflepuff since they take the ones that don’t fit anywhere else, but then I was reminded of the most recent Dream XD stream, which showed us one thing, and that is that George is clever, observant, and Sharp Minded, all the traits of a Ravenclaw. Sure, he could also be Slytherin as he was both cunning and sly as well, but I think Ravenclaw fits him more personally.

Sappitus Nappitus Boyhalo

Finally we have another Gryffindor, there’s been a serious lack of them on the list. My man is a fighter, he’s bold, he’s brave, he’s passionate, he’s confident, and he doesn’t really think that much of the consequences of his actions (Cough the pet war cough), so yeah this boy a lion.

Punz

Ah, Punzie, the mercenary themself. Tbh, I know very little about them because Punz don’t get involved that much in lore unless they are hired for something. I mean, they were in the eggpire, but even then they were barely involved, which is sad cuz I like Punz. But what we have seen of Punz is that they are someone who does not care about you or what you want, as long as you pay them. They are power hungry and self preserving, which means that I have to put them in Slytherin.

Jack Thunder1408 TV Manifold

The boy who I can’t help but be sympathetic towards. Jack is also a hard character to pin point because of the reason that he’s gone through quite the development. Jackie boy is a very broken character that has literally been through hell, so it’s hard to properly sort him. He’s quite confident and clever, yet cunning and resourceful, so for me it’s either Slytherin or Gryffindor. But I do lean towards Gryffindor more, partly because of his stubbornness and gullibility, and part because of all the fire imagery that’s associated with him. I mean, the cc described him as burning inside, he’s been through the scape of fire and death, and he burnt his nation to the ground. In case you didn’t know, Fire is the element of Gryffindor, so yeah, another red and gold boy.

JSchlatt

Schlatt is as both charming, charismatic and calm in the early days, using subtle manipulation tactics to get his way and achieve ultimate power. He’s ambitious, narcissistic, cunning, and tyrannical, while still hiding it all behind a facade of smiles and waves. He could also be both cruel and irresponsible at times, aka the time he had an underage child drink during an event, but ya know, mistakes. So all in all, I think it’s pretty clear that he’s a Snakey boy.

QuackityHQ

As much as I love CC!Quackity, I also fucking hate him because of the many, many different directions he’s taken this character which makes it possible for him to fit in literally any of the houses. The duckie is both Chaotic and lawful, he’s both friendly and hostile, he’s a smart cookie and a fucking dumbass, so like bruh. But, I’m gonna have to go with how he is now, which is manipulative, power hungry, cruel, and strong willed. Aka, another Slytherin.

Karl Jacobs

Finally, a character that is not broken down to the point of barely making out a readable personality. Karl is a kind and funny person, who is very open to new people considering how often he gives tours to visitors and new people, and he is quite literally loosing himself traveling through time in an attempt to help people. Hufflepuff

Awesamdude

This one I know will be controversial, but I’m saying Hufflepuff on him. Sam is one of the best cases of the Hufflepuff loyalty, literally letting both Tommy and Ghostbur be stuck and ultimately die in the prison just so he wouldn’t risk Dream breaking out. Before that point he was very kind and gentle towards Tommy, literally building a robot to keep him safe and take care of him. Sam nook is a reflection of Sam’s feelings towards Tommy, and they are kind and gentle.

Dropsbyponk

Ughhhh, another tough one. Ponk is a chaotic being who is mostly neutral in conflicts, but is shown to be very open about their feelings towards those they care about, like Sam or Foolish. They seem to be have strong feelings in what they believe in, and can be a bit brash sometimes, not really caring about the consequences of their actions, which is what makes me say Gryffindor for them.

Badboyhalo

Our favorite muffin demon. I assume, I don’t know what life you live. Anyways, Bad is like the stereotypical Hufflepuff. The kindhearted, well meaning, sweet, responsible Hufflepuff. The Hufflepuff that’s like in all of those incorrect quotes blogs and “Slytherin and Hufflepuff friendships uwu” posts. But for real, Bad is very Hufflepuff. He does however have Slytherin Loyalty, considering he pretty much sacrificed the entire server for Skeppy, but if you would try to convince me that Bad is a Slytherin I will just laugh at you

Skeppy

It was at this point I realized what I’ve gotten myself into with this post, which you know, not fun. Skeppy is both cocky and filled with energy, with a real ambition to cause chaos. He’s also shown to be willing to sacrifice himself for the person he loves, Bad, when he gave himself up to the egg. I’ve seen some people say Slytherin, but I’m kinda getting Gryffindor from the lad, so yeah, another lion.

Antfrost

Frosty here is a kind hearted person that for the most part seem to be along for the ride. He reminds me a bit of a parent of toddlers, with his patience and serenity towards the more chaotic people on the server, so of course my natural instinct is Hufflepuff. Buuuuut, then there’s again the issue with the egg and the Slytherin loyalty, this time towards his boyfriend Velvet who he was willing to join a cult for (relationship goals) but again, you can’t really say Ant is a Slytherin considering how wrecked he was about what he did while in the eggpire when he was released from it’s grasp. So yeah, Puffle boy

Captain Puffy

Oh captain my captain, you are such a Gryffindor. And some of you may disagree on that, stating that she’s a Hufflepuff or something (I did research before this to check what other people think, I know) but naaah, she a lion. Puffy is very motherly and protective towards other people on the server, especially the minors, but in the way that a Bear is protective towards its cub, which is gentle towards them but fierce towards others. Puffy also falls natural in the role of a leader as seen with Pro-Omelette, but that is kinda expected since she’s a past Pirate Captain. But she wasn’t the leader she was supposed to be, as she waited quite a while to act against the eggpire out of fear of hurting her friends, which lead to quite the damage towards the rest of the server. She’s also been shown to act on impulse, killing Antfrost and taking one of his lives after he killed her son. Idk if this is a good explanation of why I believe Puffy to be a Gryffindor, it sounds more like I’m claiming her to be a Slytherin or Hufflepuff, but she is a Gryffindor I promise!

Foolish Gamers

Foolish is a kind and friendly being, if not a bit naive and easily distracted. He’s also not the brightest person, in fact I’d go as far as to call the guy a Himbo, and he can be a bit skittish sometimes if he’s stressed or haven’t taken a break in a while. But despite it all, the guy is someone who’s creative and hard working, with a brilliant mind for his building. The man is an artist who can get grumpy if you suppress his creative aura, and put his heart and soul into his works. He also has a habit of getting wrapped up in big projects, and ignoring sleep or personal care until he’s finished them. This all leads me to say that Mr Gamers is a Ravenclaw, just not the smartest one. But hey, we can’t all be geniuses, can we.

Slimecicle

Slime is very naive and very trusting towards people around him, taking every word they say as a fact. He can also be a bit dark and ominous at times, but quickly shakes it off as nothing important. This all makes him quite childish, which is very hard to sort, so I’m gonna say Hufflepuff for his friendliness and move on.

Purpled Bedwars

I actually started loving this guy the minute I saw him, purely because Purple is my favorite colour, like my man has taste. Purpled, like Punz, is a guy who helps whoever pays him the most. He’s not interested in most things on the server, too busy looking out for number one (And Dogchamp of course). He’s very self reliant and resourceful, but still quite passive. He may not be the most ambitious guy, but Purpled is definitely a Slytherin (It also brings me and my girlfriend Serotonin knowing that the mercenary siblings are both in the same house, we love those two)

Hannahxxrose

I don’t watch Hannah that much, but god I love her voice, it makes my lesbian little heart happy. Hannah is a friendly person who is very naive about the conflicts on the server, thinking it all can can be solved by placing a rose (God I wish). She’s a good decorator and a good hearted person, who unfortunately fell victim to the egg’s influence. I’m going with Hufflepuff on her, but I’m honestly not entirely sure as I don’t know that much about her.

HBomb94

H is a very well meaning person that only really wants people to be friendly towards each other. He had a strict moral code and he keeps to it, as shown where Fundy tried to get his help with blowing shit up. He’s very helpful to those who ask and is willing to back up his friends when it’s needed, which makes me say that the friendly totally not dirty cat maid is a Hufflepuff.

Connoreatspants

I just want you all to know that I’m writing this before Connor’s lore stream that surely will just go against everything I say because fate hates me, just so ya know. Connor is not a person that does stuff on the server with lore and he for the most part keeps to himself, so this is a bit hard. Connor also has this thing where he likes to say things just to confuse him, and also making a bit of cursed lore, but he’s still a fairly humble person. He does lie and steal a bit, and has this habit of moving into other people’s houses, but I digress. I’m actually leaning towards Ravenclaw on him, for some reason, so that’s what I’m going with until I have more of an established character.

ItsAlyssa

I know she has left the server and stuff, but she was one of the original members so it would be a crime not to include her. Alyssa is a bit chaotic, often going on killing sprees, or burning down the trees outside of L’Manburg. So I’m placing Alyssa in Gryffindor, but to be honest I don’t really know at this point.

Callahan

How do you sort a person who does not speak, stream, or show like anything of his personality? The answer is, you don’t. Hufflepuff is the house of those who don’t fit in anywhere else, and that’s where I’m placing him.

Vikkstar123

Please log onto the server I’m begging you, I didn’t watch you as a kid and honestly know nothing about you. From what I’ve seen of Vik he’s a very humble person that tries to stay out of it all, instead forming a land together with his bro Lazar. Honestly my instincts say Ravenclaw and I trust my instincts, so I’m putting him in Ravenclaw

Lazarbeam

Lazar was actually a big part of the exile arc which I realized after already have written his, so now I gotta rewrite it. Lazar is fairly ambitious on the server, and has the goal to obtain the most powerful objects on the server just to rival the other strong members of the smp. He’s especially against Tommy, and aims to do a lot to be the opposite of him, aka well respected and not a war criminal that got exiled (Totally fair goal). Despite that, he was able to show some empathy to the British child, even going as far as to give him a disk during his exile. This all makes me say Slytherin on him.

Michaelmcchill

Newest boy. Michael is a very apathetic person, showing little to no empathy towards most people’s trauma on the server. The person he does feel empathy for however is Dream, who of course did nothing wrong and is locked up in the prison which is just horrible oh no. Michael just truly does not care about what you’ve been through (as of now) which is why I’m gonna say Slytherin, because he does have Slytherin loyalty towards Mr Was Taken.

TL;DR

Tommy-Lion

Wilbur-Snake

Tubbo-Eagle

Techno-Eagle

Philza-Snake

Ranboo-Badger

Eret-Snake

Nikki-Badger

Fundy-Eagle

Dream-Snake

George-Eagle

Sapnap-Lion

Punz-Snake

Jack-Lion

Schlatt-Snake

Quackity-Snake

Karl-Badger

Sam-Badger

Ponk-Lion

Bad-Badger

Skeppy-Lion

Antfrost-Badger

Puffy-Lion

Foolish-Eagle

Slime-Badger

Purpled-Snake

Hannah-Badger

HBomb-Badger

Connor-Eagle

Alyssa-Lion

Callahan-Badger

Vik-Eagle

Lazar-Snake

Michael-Snake

So all together we have Seven lions, Ten Snakes, Seven Eagles and Ten Badgers. I think that’s fair tbh

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billiewena · 3 years

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for the 100k fic celebration, here a portion of the “what if 10x05 had a sastiel agenda?” AKA lil shit sam/jealous dean destiel fic I first shared a while back! been having a lot of fun basically rewriting and expanding on the entire musical episode with new songs (and lots of cute kristen & siobhan moments because OF COURSE they’re still a couple.) it was really encouraging to see the positive response to it back then and it's been taking forever because of work/other writing but I’m so excited to have this one be the first full-length fics I ever post.

It starts with costumed teenagers locked in a tight embrace with absolutely no room for Jesus.

“What are they doing?”

Marie glances over her shoulder for only a brief second.

“Kids these days call it hugging,” she says slowly. Geez, it would’ve been less insulting for her to just outright say Wow, you’re old.

Except it’s not just any of the show’s stars hugging over there. One of them is the “Dean” who’d been mid-rehearsal when they arrived and looked more like Bieber than him with the blonde wig. And the other? Well, he would recognize that Columbo coat anywhere.

“Is that in the show?” he asks, pointing their way.

Marie quickly shakes her head at the accusation. “Oh, no. Siobhan and Kristen are a couple in a real life.”

He nods and lower his hand. Got it. That’s all it was. Everything’s fine. Nothing to worry about—

“No, my play explores the nature of Sastiel.”

“The — wait, what?” he says, confused at once.

“Sastiel?” Marie pauses, giving him a second to figure it out. He doesn’t. “You know, the relationship between Sam and Castiel?”

Dean blinks.

“Sam and…C-Cas?”

“I know, I know. Edlund’s series never finished. I’m lucky I got these drafts. Ugh, it’s Midnight Sun all over again. But the love story is all in the subtext,” she says with confidence. “Can you believe there are people who still think Destiel is endgame? After everything that happened after the angels fell? After Gadreel? Please.”

He silently sounds out the word. Des-tiel? Wait…

“Ever since Cas came back from the dead and took on Sam’s pain, I knew. I just knew. Every one of their arcs had been parallel to each other’s from their fall from grace to the trials. And now with Dean gone, all they have…is each other.”

Marie sighs. “Besides, you can’t spell subtext without S-E-X.”

He coughs and nearly chokes on an asteroid-sized lump in his throat.

“I…uh. Yeah, th-that’s not…you know, I think I’ve seen enough,” Dean says with a forced smile. “Thank you for your, ah, time. I’ll, uh, we’ll follow up if we have questions about the missing persons case. I—alright.”

And with that he purses his lips, turns on his heel and walks away — nearly tripping over one of the stage chords as he does. Why are there are so many of them anyways? This is just some all-girls school production, not the goddamn West End.

He finds Sam in his natural nerd habitat (the tech booth) sifting through all the bins of A/V supplies.

“Yeah, not to interrupt the blast from the past here but it’s time for us to go,” he says, patting the door.

His brother shoots him an annoyed look but packs up and follows him out all the same. Not that Dean bothers to wait for him; no, he makes a beeline for the car as soon as he leaves the booth.

“Hey, what’s with the rush?” Sam calls after him as he runs to catch up with him at the school entrance.

“No rush,” he says shortly. “Just wanted to see what you found out before you got too lost in the nerd sauce over there.”

He doesn’t need to look back to know he’s on the receiving end of a Classic Sam Bitchface right now and continues to stomp his way through the parking lot.

“Well, no EMF, no hex bags. None of their props are remotely hinky. Talked to Maeve and all those extras in the auditorium.” Sam finally catches up and walks side-by-side with him now. “You have any more luck?”

“Nah. Ms. Chandler's office is just a pile of empty bottles and regret. She's probably just face down in a bar somewhere. Or a ditch. I did get to hear all about the director’s, ah, creative vision though,” Dean says, teeth gritted. “Apparently we go into space, I become a woman, and there’s even ninjas and robots!”

“Robots. Huh. Well, that’d definitely be a new one.”

“There’s no robots in Supernatural—”

“I-I know that,” Sam says in exasperation. “I just mean it’s, y’know, innovative. And Dean we’ve fought weirder. Remember the teddy bear? The fairies? The ballet shoes?”

“Well, you just wait until you hear about what she in store for you, Lover Boy,” he says.

And that makes Sam do an instant double-take.

“Uh, Lover Boy?”

“Yeah, your number one fan back there —” he says, gesturing back towards the school, “— was telling me all about the play’s, uh, love story between you and Cas. You got something you’ve been meaning to tell me or what?”

“The love story? Wait, what do you mean me and Cas?”

Dean scoffs, already in utter disbelief of the words he was about to say. “Like you and Cas, together. Together together? Romance of the ages the way she made it sound. Apparently it’s all in her play!”

To his surprise though, Sam just… laughs. “Well, I mean hey, that’s an improvement from the ones who wrote about me and you.”

“You got that right,” he agrees with a shudder. Meeting one Becky the Stalker was bad enough. Knowing she wasn’t alone and that she had an audience made it even worse. “She even had a portmanteau for you, dude. Like you’re some celebrities in a grocery store tabloid. Sass-tiel.”

“Sass-tiel?” He seems to seriously consider it but shrugs. “I don’t know. What about… Samstiel? CasSam? Cam? Mmm, maybe not that…”

Dean groans. “Really? That’s your issue with this?”

“Of course it’s not my issue,” Sam says. He stays pensive for a few more seconds until chuckling again to himself this time, as if he’s the only one in on a private joke. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, Cas is great but…”

“Not your type?”

“Yeah, sure,” Sam says. No, it’s definitely more than that and he’s doing a piss-poor job of hiding his amused expression.

Dean turns and stares him down. “What?”

“I dunno,” he says, his smirk fully visible now. “I just think it’s funny they’re pairing me up with Cas when the one with the ‘profound bond’ with him is right there.”

“Oh, haha. You’re hilarious,” Dean retorts at once.

“Hey man, I’m not the one who stayed in Purgatory for a year to find him.”

His glare takes on a murderous edge.

“Okay. You know what? You’re going to do that thing where you just shut the hell up! Forever!”

Sam holds up his hands in either what’s either a show of innocence or surrender.

“Alright, alright. Well, other than the Charlie Kaufman of it all I got nothing.”

“So…what?” Dean says. “This-this all... This whole musical thing, everything, it's... it's all a coincidence? There is no case?”

“Unless you're seeing something I'm not, no, Dean. There's no case here,” he says sincerely this time.

“Come on. This has classic Trickster vibes all over it.” He almost wants to turn around and start yelling, Come on out Gabriel you bastard!

“Trickster’s dead, man. And he wasn’t just a trickster, he was an archangel. And they’re all gone too.”

“Could be a lower-rank angel?” Dean tries. “I mean, Zachariah pulled off an entire apocalypse world. And that place where we were both corporate drones. Before you know it, this’ll get all Buffy and it’ll be me and you singin’ and dancin’—“

“Dean…I think it’s just fans. Look, as long as they’re not putting another love spell on one of us I couldn’t really care less what they’re doing,” Sam says with some bitterness, clearly not looking back at that particular memory with any fondness. “Just writing some songs? I mean, it’s innocent enough.”

“Oh yeah, so innocent,” he scoffs. “They’re singing about our dead parents, your demon blood bender, the apocalypse, all of it! This is just…it’s make-believe for them! But it’s our lives!”

Sam runs a tired hand through his hair. “Look, I don’t get it either man. I wasn’t exactly thinking about the books’ entertainment value while Chuck was describing my sex life in vivid detail—“

“Don’t remind me,” he says, holding up a hand in disgust.

“—but I dunno. There’s obviously something about it they connected to, right? Something they related to, something that moved them, inspired them? And I guess…I mean, what’s wrong with that?”

There is so, so much wrong with that.

“I don’t know what story they’re reading and what Sam and Dean they’re ‘connecting’ to here. But it sure as hell ain’t us. I mean…they even made me blonde, dude.”

“It’s a high school play, what can you expect?” Sam laughs. “It was probably the closest wig they could find at Party City.”

Dean ignores him, muttering aloud as he makes his way to the driver’s seat.

“The hair…the singing…the robots… the love story…”

“You really were bothered by that, weren’t you?” Sam gives his brother a curious look.

“SUPERNATURAL ISN’T A ROMANCE!” Dean snaps. “Look, these girls obviously don’t know what they’re talking about—“

“I dunno, Dean,” Sam said in a clearly taunting voice now. “Maybe you’re just jealous of what me and Cas have.”

He flushes. “W-what? I-I’m not—“

“We could give you two a name too, y’know? So you don’t feel left out? What about…Dee-stiel? CasDean?”

And he refuses to entertain this conversation any longer.

“Shut your face! Get in the car!”

Thankfully Sam notices the shift in tone and obliges at once.

Dean, meanwhile, takes a moment outside the car to glance around — almost as if checking to see if anyone overheard that comment. Not that it mattered. Who could overhear? No one even knew they were THE Sam and THE Dean. Who cared? He certainly didn’t care. He didn’t care at all...

(to be continued)

#if you were one of the people who offered to beta read back in march know I WILL be reaching out to because I need it lol #destiel #destiel fanfic #destiel fanfiction #fanfic #spn 10x05 #also this is a given but if you did want to be tagged when this is posted hmu!#been having so much fun with this especially with writing the new songs #also tbh the musical itself is the closet I will get to writing a sam & cas fic so that's been fun too lol #ESPECIALLY because then I can immediately add dean's reaction to it which is typically 'time to walk straight off the stage'#it's also fun to write a s10 fic since I'm a 'dean's been in love since s8 at least' truther #anyways new to this and my untreated adhd means I make a gazillion typos/take forever to work on things/get distracted by new ideas but #literally every positive comment on that first post is the reason why I'm still workin' at it

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vaguely-concerned · 4 years

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The Mandalorian Chapter 14 reactions: HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AWESOME BUT ALSO I’M CRYING edition

- the good good din characterization is back after all the weirdness last episode!!!! that soft way he says ‘no, no, I’m not mad at you’? THAT’S din djarin, he would not be fucking impatient with his son having just been informed and seen for himself that he is terrified, go away mr filoni I know you’ve got all of canon memorized but you don’t get this lol. this feels much more right in how din being conflicted and still thinking he should give the baby away for his own good plays out too

honestly every line of dialogue for him in this one was perfect I was just whispering ‘I love this awkward clueless wonderful man just doing his best’ to myself any time he said anything. “...does this look Jedi to you?” sir I adore you more than words can describe

- we got din chuckling. asjdklfhsdkafghsdafsadhjkfsdahjkfh. fskahfksjad. side note: I can’t believe my joke post about din desperately trying to Force home school the kid with the one (1) jedi trick he knows about and the baby being delighted by it over and over anyway -- listen to his expectant excited laugh when din takes the ball and sets up the game!!!! -- was canon all along. and then the baby & mando music kicking in when he gently put the silver ball into the baby’s hands again and tells him he’s special (because he IS special. to din)? hmng. hmmmmnnnnn

they opened on the height of softness so we would all crumple under the weight of the rest of the episode and that was very mean of them in a way I sincerely appreciate

- nothing to see here... just a dad trying to walk through the literal manifestation of the unassailable underlying forces of the universe to get to his baby again and again........ the desperation in that, the love, the foolhardy devotion................... shit

- okay so I might be a dumbass, but I’d never noticed this before -- the silver ball has a blue spot on the top, like so:

and in addition we get the room where the baby goes full darth grogu (I have to laugh so I don’t cry okay) on those storm troopers, and there’s a red light in there dominating the room (and it did even more in the concept art):

in star wars blue means light side and red means dark side (it’s very sophisticated that way), meaning the visual storytelling here is that there’s a battle for the baby’s soul and gideon and all his nonsense (and the trauma bb’s been through in the wider sense) is pulling towards the dark, while grogu and din’s connection leads him towards the light. just... the image of the baby looking at his own reflection in the symbolic representation of his relationship to din? the way children find their sense of self through being safely reflected and held by their caretakers? god help meeeeeee I will go in there and fistfight gideon myself for disrupting that in any way

the smaller light seems to be blue too, like there’s still the presence of light even if it’s dimmed and small in that shitty horrible room, which is a change from the concept art!

- FENNEC SHAND SURVIVED BITCHES!!! I even called that she’d be back with new shiny robot parts back in season 1, could not happen to a cooler lady, I hope we get more backstory and interaction from her the next episodes -- sounds like she’s basically sworn herself to boba’s service in gratitude for saving her life, I wonder if that’s a cultural thing of whereever she comes from? does she live aboard slave 1 now too?? because that would be hilarious and amazing, it must be like two strange cats trying to get used to sharing the same space

- everything I could ever hope for about boba fett in this series came true, they went down the much more interesting and nuanced route with jango and boba’s identities as mandalorians, he looked cool as fuck and made din as a character shine rather than overshadowing him... amazing beautiful yesss

(I did 100% not anticipate just how ‘cool uncle boba here to help you fuck shit up’ he was going to be but I am delighted to get it anyway. uncle points deducted for getting someone to point a gun at the baby, but the main point still stands lol)

the power and brutality of his hand to hand fighting too... a w e s o m e , I enjoyed the action scenes a lot in this one

- they even recanonized him actually wearing jango’s armour. what more could I ask for. I’ve had confused parent & child feels about these two since I was like eleven and here we fucking go again. and jango fighting in the mando civil wars too!

- so I’m grieving the razor crest (and I always will be, rip you magnificent jalopy, always in my heart) but also there’s the grim satisfaction that my reading on it was sort of true -- it is (...was. oh god it’s going to take a while to sink in huh) a symbol of din’s self and life, and at this point when they take the baby it tears everything else to pieces. the only thing that’s left in the ashes is the beskar and the thing that connects him to the baby. and there’s... a strange solace in seeing that that’s all he needs to keep going? he’s fucking obliterated from orbit but he still has his love for the baby and the beskar and that can keep him going until he finds something new, everything else can be replaced?????? weirdly healing, though he is probably going to have a solid breakdown at some point after they get the kid back (shut up they are getting the kid back) and the cold distant fog lifts

also this scene/shot feels like it carries some Meaning, doesn’t it? I’m on record several times saying I never want din to be mand’alor and that’s still true, but there’s something about the framing of this and the way boba looks at him that’s like... hm. I’m not sure I have the words for it. there’s something heightened about it, anyway, for a moment he looks like something mythic there in the wreckage

(something I would be much cooler with is our clan of two growing a little bit and those new people rallying behind him, actually, that might be neat. imagine if a force user does show up for the baby and gets adopted into the clan somehow??? so many possibilities.)

- from the way he picks up the silver ball... din djarin is on his way to straight up murder some people huh

I think part of what reassures me about this scene is the music -- this mando flute is not distant, is not beaten, is not despondent, it’s clear and determined and strong.

I love this. I love when we get explicit baby POVs, it makes it feel so real and intimate and... like home. (I especially loved baby’s point of view inside the razor crest, which just made me tear up again. baby lost the closest thing he’s had to a home in a long long time on top of it all. everything is suffering)

Emotionally Significant Thumb Grabbing tm; the show

- din djarin looking for the ‘on’ switch on a magic rock fhsdakjfhsadlfhsdjah I can’t breathe

“Well, this is the seeing stone. Are you. Seeing anything?” fsafkdsajhfsa sdhfksjalhfkjsdahfkjsdhf

- the energy around the baby as he’s, in ahsoka’s words, ‘choosing his path’ is blue, and the force sort of works across time and space, right?? so there’s definitely still hope for our lil green bean to not have to come up with a really dumb unsubtle sith name for himself, as is regrettably yet delightfully tradition. darth babbu should never come to pass (I do like how they’re interrogating the normal dark/light side dichotomy in this series, seeing as this is a literal baby who can’t really be responsible for that stuff himself yet and has such capacity for both.)

- listen. listen, the way din says ‘can you please hurry up’ with no sarcasm or real impatience whatsoever, more like a harried worry, to his force-meditating son as he jogs off to make sure no one’s trying to kill them. is hilarious and also YES this is what the character is!!! weirdly and incongruously polite under stress sometimes and with a slightly odd reaction pattern to things!!! he’s not just quiet and badass, he’s a little strange sometimes and it’s so good!

- a friendly opening volley warning shot from boba there

also din uncertainly asking BOBA FETT if he’s a jedi... now this is the dramatic irony I’ve been looking for haha

I guess neither shand nor boba actually know din’s name after this either. baby you gotta start introducing yourself at some point it gets real confusing when there are two mandos on screen

oh the long weary sigh going through din’s frame when boba says he wants ‘the armour’ and he thinks it’s just someone trying to peel the beskar off his corpse again. sorry the galaxy’s so shitty dad

- “But fate sometimes steps in to rescue the wretched” is a killer line well done mr favreau. I like that boba actually offers din a good deal as well and seems to intend to deliver on it from how things are going.

- din using his beskar-covered bod to cover someone he’s fighting alongside!!! literal moving cover haha. also I love fennec’s costume design

- I don’t know where din got more whistling birds from and I don’t care, it was really cool haha

wow haha um so anyway --

(cue all the ‘who wore it better’ with cobb vanth’s ‘spiderman’s first home made costume’ look on one side and ABSOLUTE UNIT DADDY boba fett on the other side posts lol)

- aaaghh the music almost like a stunned desperate fluttering heart beat as din watches the razor crest be destroyed

- for someone who has willingly worked for them in the past boba sure sounds less than thrilled about having the empire back in any capacity

- oof the deadness in din’s voice when he says “The child is gone”. ooooh no that got me h e l p

- guessing next episode is at least partly a ‘gathering old allies and preparing the assault’ step before the grand finale, then! they cannot go for the season ender cliffhanger with this, I will fucking riot. anything can be up in the air except baby and dad being separated, I will not allow it

it would be very funny if the force user baby called out to comes stumbling into the middle of all this like the troy entering the room with pizzas meme too

- the music in the darth grogu scene is partially a dark mirror of the baby & mando music :’( is nothing in this world sacred

also from how he reaches out for it baby might have used a light saber before in the past with the jedi? ngl the idea of baby wielding the dark saber not when he’s all grown up but in like two episodes -- with all the chaos a toddler holding a laser sword would involve -- is all that is keeping me sane here

‘liable to put an eye out with one of these’ well gideon you sure have doomed someone to lose an eye with that one, here’s to hoping it’s you, for full dramatic payoff

he is a deliciously smug awful force with great musical cues tho, you have to give it to him

- okay so this

is obviously awful and horrible and it makes me so sad... but it is undeniably also very very very funny in how it’s framed. you know what? after all this bullshit baby grogu can have a little dark side tantrum, as a treat, we’ve all been there right

(forget finding a jedi, we need to go out there and find a child psychologist who can help him deal with this without adding the fear that he’s on the path to become a two foot tall evil space sorcerer to the mix Y_________Y)

- rip the razor crest except for the second time :’’’( gone but never forgotten

- the last thing din tells the baby is “I’m gonna protect you; I’ll be back soon”. and I hope that stays with the kid somehow and that it actually comes true, that din will be back for him as soon as humanly possible and all this pain and fear can be repaired. ggggghhhhh my emotions are too big for my dumb human body

#star wars #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian meta #okay I'm gonna have to. go take a calming walk or something after this haha

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cyanocoraxx · 3 years

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Damage (Chapter 16)

FFN / AO3

Wordcount: 10,591

Characters: Metal Sonic, Mecha Sonic, Silver Sonic, Sonic, Tails

Content warnings: Dissociation, flashbacks, guns, gamers

Under the subdued glow of a street lamp, Sonic leaned back against a wall and waited. His ears flicked back and forth a few times, listening for something, or someone.

The streets were empty and wet, reflective like bars of ebony. The dim lights cast long, shimmering reflections in white, blue, and red. A few minutes passed, and Sonic's patience was wearing thin. He was about to leave when that certain someone he was waiting for finally showed up.

Through the darkness came a distinct red glow. Subdued, but undeniably robotic. Sonic pushed himself back off the wall by his elbows and stood with his arms folded. A defensive stance, but his posture was straight and tall - he wasn't going to present himself as vulnerable to the killer robot. Not yet. Even with the softness he had seen in him that day.

"Metal. I need to talk to you."

The robot stepped into the light, just barely illuminating his armour. He stopped there, unwilling to go any closer. Neo caught the hedgehog's eyes for a moment before looking away angrily. What was this, an interrogation? What right did he have to drag him out here, anyway?

"I'm not stupid." Sonic started, taking a few calculated steps towards him. "We're enemies, and you've come to me for help. I don't need a reason to help someone in need. But I do need to know that I can trust you."

Neo inclined his head slightly, partly daring Sonic to come within swiping range, partly telling him to elaborate.

"We have history. We can't ignore that." Sonic stated matter-of-factly. His expression was serious. "So, let's talk about it."

The small space between them felt more personal than ever.

Neo's supercomputer mind instantly calculated how quickly he could lunge for Sonic in this space. He took into account the wind, and the wet pavement, and the rain slowing him down and re-calculated it all in split seconds. Sonic eyed the space for a moment, hyper-aware of how fast the robot could move, but also how quickly he could get away.

The two looked at each other for a long moment, both thinking the same things.

"This could well be a trap. While I wanna help you guys, I'm not gonna risk mine or my lil bro's lives to do it." Sonic continued, lowering a brow at him. "Did Egghead put you up to this? I need to know where your head's at. Silver's one thing, but you... you're different."

Neo shook his head sharply, almost looking away again as he did, but he forced himself to keep eye contact. He wasn't going to back down.

"If he didn't, then why are you really here?" Sonic asked him, finally letting an accusing tone underline his words. "What do you want from us? Why won't ol' Egghead help you himself?"

Neo clenched a fist and turned away, glaring hatefully at the wall beside him. "It is none of your business, hedgehog."

"It's my business when my family is involved."

Neo froze. He slowly turned back around.

And then glared with all of his venom at the cursed hedgehog.

"You understand me perfectly."

"Yeah, I do. I have done this whole time." Sonic scratched his ear and offered him a half-smile. "Sorry 'bout that."

"I thought so." Neo revved his engine just loud enough to get his irritation across. "I am afforded no privacy. Must you take everything from me, hedgehog?"

Sonic frowned at him. "Jeez, Metal. Lighten up. It's not my fault, you know? We did exchange life data and all that."

Neo narrowed his optics at him. "You disassemble my body repeatedly. You refuse to kill me. You get my brother taken from me. Now you can invade our private conversations. What more do you want? Was my ultimate defeat not enough for you?"

Sonic held the robot's angry stare for a while. Their downfall as Metal Overlord was still very much a sore point, and they hadn't touched on it at all since it happened. Sonic decided to risk bringing it up. "Look. Metal, I'm not sorry that I beat you. You would have killed people." He then softened and sighed. "But I am sorry that I made you suffer. I'm sorry that I ran away like I did."

A spasm of pain ripped through Neo, and he hissed and recoiled. "Why are you sorry?! You have inflicted far more damage on me in the past. The main difference is that this time I felt great pain." He took a step forward. "Perhaps if I had felt pain in the beginning I would have abandoned my futile existence when I realized I would never win. My pain is something that you nor the Doctor could never understand!"

"You've won at something, Metal." Sonic told him with a shrug. "Apart from being a top-class jerk, you're also kind of a good sibling. I've seen it. I saw how you looked at Mecha." That half-smile appeared again. "It's almost like you love him. Who woulda thought? The evil Metal Sonic, actually considerate sometimes?"

Neo hated this. How dare the hedgehog comment on his private relationship with his siblings. How dare he act as though he knew anything about them! How dare he! Neo clenched his fists, and his shapeshifting program booted online at once. His nanite systems shifted, lengthening his spines and making his claws sharper as he phased towards his true Neo form.

How dare that hedgehog. How dare he speak to him in such a mocking way. How dare he try to get closer to any of the brothers. How dare he even say Mecha's name. How. Dare. He! He just had to take everything! He suddenly didn't care that it had been himself who had sought Sonic out for help. He didn't care that he had wanted Silver to interact with Sonic. It was all wrong. All of it.

Sonic stared at him. "Why are you so angry? You do realize you're changing, right?"

Neo stared pointedly at him, seething. And then he looked down at himself and turned his hands over. They had shaded from yellow to black and silver. He reached up and touched his spines, which were lengthening quickly. He cursed and took a step forward, where disorientation smote him to his knees. None of this was real, it couldn't be, he had to be glitching, right, and the pain of partly-fixed wounds resurfacing as his nanites moved-

When Neo could see and hear again, he found himself on the floor, back in his original form. Sonic knelt by his side with concern written all over his face. "Metal? Can you hear me?"

Neo stared up blankly for a minute. His CPU was still wrought with feelings of unreality, and he barely registered anything around him for some time. Gradually everything came back into view. First, he was blinded by the street lamp, and then, he was blinded by rage at Sonic for being in his face. The proximity of his greatest enemy rended a shard of his assassin programming through his CPU. Priority one hedgehog. Kill. Kill him. He was right there! But without Sonic, Tails wouldn't help them, and GUN might come for his brothers.

But worst of all, how dare Sonic show concern for him!

He snapped out of his trance and pushed Sonic back, who fell onto his backside with an "oof."

"Yep, still a jerk." Sonic remarked flatly. He stood up, rubbing his backside, and let Neo rise on his own. "You good, bolt brain?"

Once he was back on his feet, Neo went back to staring at the hedgehog angrily. His shoulders were tense and his arms ached. He had taken a particularly hard hit from the Egg Pawn back on the ship that he had forgotten about. Something was probably slightly out of place under his armour. Curses. He rubbed his arms antsily to try to ground himself, figuring that the discomfort might help.

"I was created to destroy you. And you are showing me kindness?!" Neo spat at him, still rubbing his arms. "Scream at me or accuse me or condemn me. Attack me. I could stand those things. Just stop being kind."

"You're not all bad." Sonic told him, unafraid. "You're holding back right now for one thing, and that's your siblings. You're not as selfish as you used to be."

"Stop it!" Neo clenched a fist in his face now. "I hate you. You cannot change that, no matter how kind you are."

Neo turned his back on Sonic and started to storm away, but the hedgehog's next words stopped him cold.

"Lighten up, Metal. You're not just a machine anymore."

Neo slowly turned back to look at him.

"Your ignorance of mechanics is amusing," Neo argued back, his cynicism clear. "Look at us, hedgehog. There are clear differences."

Sonic finally smiled at him, genuine. "Those differences are getting fewer and further between, Metal." He waved a hand and started to walk past him. "Anyway, I just needed to be sure you weren't pullin' something on me. Later, faker."

"I hate you."

"Glad to hear it. Told ya not to go all soft on me, didn't I?"

Neo glared at his back. His claws curled in and out several times. He raised a hand, calculating the gap between them and how quickly he could close it. He could kill Sonic in seconds if the hedgehog's guard was down. Just one clean slash and their "history" could be put to rest. It would be so easy! His torment would be over! And Mecha wasn't there to stop him! The idea was becoming more and more enticing with every precious second that passed.

He took a step forward.

"Give it a rest, Metal." Sonic told him. "We'll settle our score when the time is right."

He didn't have to look back at the robot to know what he was doing. A robot staring at you was the same as having a gun pointed at your head. That, and he knew the robot all too well. Putting his back to him was the ultimate test of restraint - just as he had done to Silver back at the GUN base.

Several feet away, Sonic cast the slightest glance back at him. "Oh, and adding to that- come back when the real you is talking. Okay?"

Neo slowly lowered his hand. Sonic was right. Every hedgehog-tracking and fighting protocol had come online without him consciously doing it. Flustered and angry, he went into his program manager and shut everything off. Being called a "faker" had triggered something in him. It made sense, when he actually analyzed it - being told that you're a fake does nothing but harm when you already dissociate from yourself.

Neo watched Sonic stroll out of view and just stood there. His hand lowered back down to his side and his claws uncurled.

Those words repeated in his head like some kind of glitch.

You're not just a machine anymore.

Neo glared at the ground as if blaming it for his anger. He hated this. And he hated how he knew his CPU was going to cling onto the hedgehog's words. It had to, he was programmed that way, right? He had to match Sonic's every move, analyze his every action, remember everything he did...

Or did he?

How much of him was programming at this point?

Neo wasn't sure anymore. He was this wretched robot-thing that not even his own creator could define anymore with semi-enemies who could never be his friends.

He caught his reflection in a puddle and stared at it for several long moments. Glowing red optics stared back at him, undeniably digital. Above them rested the bright white arrows painted on by his brothers, a symbol of his autonomy and personhood.

"If I am not a mere machine, what am I."

He looked up to find that Sonic was gone.

"What am I."

Pondering this, he recalled Mecha telling him that he was "just himself." Just Neo. Was that enough? To simply be, outside of any rigid definition? Slowly, he started the walk back to the hotel, sticking to the shadows as he went as his assassin instincts demanded him to do. And, as he walked, he thought back to Eggman calling him a child. It was true. So why did it make him so angry? Something clicked into place mentally and his optics brightened. He slowed to a halt.

If he was a child, what kind of upbringing had he had, really? In the non-robotic sense?

When he thought about it, the answer struck him with a new kind of pain. Neo was instrumentally parentified - forced to take on the role of an adult when he was little more than a child himself.

He thought about this for a long minute.

Eggman was an adequate father figure in some ways. He did show affection, and he did try to understand, and he did listen sometimes, and he did tend to the robots' needs when they arose. But at the same time, so much as wrong, too. There was an undeniable role reversal, a relegation of duties to each of them that shouldn't be given to such young AIs who couldn't even control their own feelings yet. They were made to be too intelligent for their own good.

What good did their programming do for them?

Neo had learned, over time, that taking on those murderous duties was a way to maintain closeness. To be useful. To have any semblance of identity. It was all he had, this anger, this drive to win and complete these tasks and to be seen, heard, cared about. His mind was alive, damn it, and with that came an instinctive need to be loved. And that came with a lack of touch with his own feelings, an inability to self-regulate, and a compulsion to be a caregiver for his family. To push away anyone who dared threaten the security of his identity and loved ones. His anger was so quick and sharp and hateful, but it had to be, it always had been, he had so much to protect and he didn't even realize it.

He had grown up too fast, and his hurt made so much more sense with this realization. It was not a child's responsibility to perform in order to deserve love or care. It was not their responsibility to take on tasks beyond their capabilities. It was not their responsibility to keep pains to themselves. It was not their responsibility to become a caretaker for others. And yet, there he stood, having done all of these things - repeatedly. As had his brothers.

This feeling... he didn't like it. It wasn't easy to carry. It was too large. Bigger than he was, or at least, it felt that way. More often than not, there was something safe about anger instead of grief. It was much easier to be angry than it was to be hurt.

This pain was self-preservation.

Neo checked in with his body and realized he was shaking with his rage. Rage that had nowhere to go. It overwhelmed him. He looked down at his hands, clenched them into fists, turned on his heel, and slammed his fist into the brick wall beside him. His fist went straight through and left a mess of bricks all over the ground. Trembling with hurt and hate, he turned away and held his head in his hands.

Nothing would be vengeance for the childhood he had lost. No score of successful battles, no number of times he won a race, no amount of apologies from his father would undo the damage done. He would always be this wretched child trapped inside a killing machine's body. He would always come up for air beaten within an inch of his life and know he would do it all again a week later, and this could be mourning too.

He stood alone in the rain with nothing but an aching chest, barely aware that he was clicking to himself.

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In the corner of the room, a blanket shifted this way and that as a certain robot tried to free themselves. After a moment, Silver's head popped up from under the blanket and he sighed in relief.

Time for stealth.

Being the smaller and lighter robot, Silver easily slipped away from Mecha and expertly opened Tails' laptop bag without making a sound. Ironic, he thought to himself, considering how loud his mouth was.

Silver glanced around quickly. He didn't want anyone to see him doing this.

A quick scan told him that Mecha was in sleep mode, and Tails was fast asleep in bed. Neo and Sonic were Chaos knows where. Perfect. He didn't want an audience if he got emotional and he didn't want to get caught messing around.

Silver carefully opened the laptop and brought up the GUN database, which Tails had made little progress on - gaming had taken up most of that evening. He paused, unsure of how to work the military site, so he consulted his memory banks to see how Tails had gotten into the files. Bingo! After logging in with a VPN, Silver let out the smallest anxious sigh. He frowned as he carefully clicked through different pages. He was looking for something specific.

"Nope, nope, not that one... come on..."

He paused, hovering the cursor over a folder he had missed before. This had to be it, right? Hesitantly, he opened it and clicked on the text document inside. He paused for a second to look around. He didn't want anyone to see. He steeled himself, bit his lip, and looked at the screen.

Silver read the file. He read it another time. And then another. At first, the words didn't register, but then they did.

His systems turned to ice.

"The super Egg Pawns also contain animals that are set loose when destroyed."

It was alive.

That stuff on Neo's claws hadn't just been oil.

Silver grabbed the sides of the screen and stared hard at the words, hoping he wasn't reading them, that they would change and he was just glitching out. But they stayed. His hands slid down onto the bed, and then to his head, where he leaned down onto his elbows and stared at nothing.

There had been nothing left after Neo's Maximum Overdrive attack. Nothing at all. The animal within must have died with the machine instantly.

All living creatures responded instinctively to threats to their survival, hardwired to be afraid of death.

It had been scared to die.

He could have saved it.

Had Mecha known this? Had Neo known this? Did they lie to him? No, they wouldn't, right?

Silver slowly slid off of the bed onto the floor, where he sat and stared at nothing. He held his head in his hands and stared at the floor for several long minutes. The robot's thoughts raced ceaselessly. He cursed himself for his previous disdain of organic creatures. He hated that he hadn't learned more about the other machine. He pictured the terror that the animal within would have felt as if it was his own. Then, the harsh reminder that he couldn't even weld two pieces together to fix them came back. He remembered letting those last few scraps go into the sky like stars.

Suddenly, everything was put in perspective for him, and it made him sick.

If Neo kept on hating Sonic the way he did, his obsession with revenge would bring him down the exact same path as that Pawn... Hell-bent on vengeance with nothing left to lose. Yes, he had his brothers to live for, but what if they were destroyed before him? What if Mecha went before him? One day, Silver might be the one sitting on the floor, unable to salvage enough parts to bring him back. It was only a matter of time.

He really did identify with organics and their fears, he was scared to take a life, and his brothers were going to die one day.

And like a match destined to burn, this would all go up in smoke.

Silver almost got up to run away. These feelings were too much, and he needed to get far, far away from here. From all of this. He almost started crying in those pathetic clicks that he so hated, but he slapped a hand over his mouth and curled into himself to shut himself up.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

He struggled up and on to one knee and was ready to run away to clear his head. But something in him told him to look at that file again. He resisted for a long moment. After everything he had just learned, he almost didn't want to see any of it.

But what would turning away change? Nothing at all.

He sighed shakily and turned back around to face the truth in front of him. He scrolled down slowly, and that gut feeling only got stronger. What it was about, he didn't know. Was this intuition? Could a machine even experience something like that? He wasn't sure, but he knew not to ignore it. Right at the bottom of the file about the Pawn was a shortcut to another file. Silver frowned at the button, unsure of what it could be. He scrolled just a little further to uncover the text below.

Super Egg Pawn Backup.

Silver froze in place. He stared at the file and its extension. It was executable, and would probably be downloaded into a machine- only to be destroyed all over again under GUN's control.

But Silver had the chance to do something about it.

Slowly, a smile spread across his face. Without thinking about it, he downloaded the file into his own documents and saved it, then deleted it from the original file.

Nobody else would get to it now. They could rest in peace.

He closed the laptop and hugged it close to his chest.

"I told you I'd be back for you."

As gingerly as he could, Silver crept over to where Mecha was sleeping in the corner and nestled up against his side with the laptop still in his arms. He fell into sleep mode soon after.

Mecha awoke at the disturbance and looked down at Silver, who was already dead to the world. He stayed motionless for a minute, as if moving would harm Silver in some way. Very slowly, Mecha lifted an arm and reached around to bring Silver closer to him. He gently nudged his muzzle against Silver's forehead and rested it there for a moment, finding comfort in his brother's presence.

He scanned his surroundings again for a few minutes. Neo had been gone for some time, as he had last been detected about an hour ago in a routine scan. Neo was capable of looking after himself, and Mecha knew that - but he couldn't help but worry. Especially since Sonic was gone too. He carefully lifted his head away from Silver and looked over to the window.

As if on cue, a familiar blue and white robot boosted himself up into the tree outside and stayed there, staring at nothing. Mecha tilted his head this way and that as he pinged Neo, asking him to come inside. Neo startled at the ping and looked around, clearly disoriented - there was only one place it could have come from, and Neo wasn't even thinking to look there. Mecha pinged him again and their eyes finally met. He slightly gestured inwards with his head, asking Neo to join him inside.

Neo stared at him for a long minute before seeming to register what Mecha was asking of him. He jumped over to the window and, as quietly as he could manage, vaulted inside where he landed in a crouch. Without saying anything, Neo moved across to Mecha's other side and leaned into him for security. Mecha rested his chin on top of Neo's head and gently rubbed his shoulder plate with his free hand.

"You can put your strength down." Mecha murmured gently. "Let someone take care of you."

Neo's optics brightened, then softened, at hearing his own words repeated back to him. So, Mecha had heard him after all, back then. Knowing this brought him some peace and grounded him back into reality. He nodded and nestled his face into his older brother's side, too tired to fight and too hurt to be cynical for once.

Exhausted, the three fell quickly into sleep mode.

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In the early morning, the hues of the world bloomed anew as if reborn. Growing patches of blue, in a hue that was soft and bright at the same time. Though beneath the sheet of clouds was a grey darkening to steel, the leading edge was a brilliant white. The roads outside were still slick with water, though the puddles were still. This day could bring rain or sunshine, and Sonic hoped for both for the chance of a rainbow.

He leaned on his elbows against the windowsill with a smile and a mug in one hand.

Mid-sip, he heard movement behind him, and he flicked one ear back to listen before looking over his shoulder. His eyes met Silver's, and he smiled kindly at him from around his mug.

"Mornin' kiddo." Sonic finished his mouthful and put the mug down on the windowsill with a soft clink. "How did ya sleep?"

"Well, first I found my sleep mode setting, and then I ran it in my command center and boom, that's how I slept." Silver explained, deliberately sarcastic. He laughed at himself before clambering up to his feet. "Just kidding. I slept good, thanks." He folded his arms and leaned back against the wall. "How 'bout you, S- hog?" He cast the quickest of glances across to his resting brothers and grimaced at his near-slip up.

"Not too bad!" Sonic replied. He turned around to face the robot and as he did, his elbow knocked the mug next to him. "Oh f-" Before he could turn to grab it, Silver was already there, having zipped over in a split second. He grinned and dramatically presented it to the hedgehog in one hand.

"Here ya g- wait, is this..." Silver withdrew his hand and stared into the mug incredulously. "Did you really put an energy drink in this?"

Sonic reached over and took it from him, grinning confidently. "I sure did!"

"I... I just don't think people normally use those for energy drinks." Silver commented, amused. "You're welcome, by the way."

A crumpled-up piece of paper smacked Silver in the face and he yelped. "Wh- Hey!" He immediately looked over to Mecha and Neo and, as expected, he found Neo glaring at him. He snickered and leaned back against the wall. "Mornin' bro. Woke up in a charming mood, I see." When Neo just kept glaring at him, he laughed. "What? I'm sorry, did I disturb Princess Neo's beauty sleep?"

Neo stared at him and signed, "Shutting down." He then made a point of leaning back against the wall and shutting off his optics again.

"Hey! I know you're awake, asshole. You can't just say shutting down when you ignore me!"

To his side, Sonic was desperately trying not to laugh. He made a noncommittal noise and took a swig of his energy drink.

"I hope both of you fall into a pit of lava." Neo sarcastically murmured and folded his arms defensively as he sat back up.

Silver gritted his teeth at the coded speech and forced a smile. "I love you too, bro."

Neo shifted his irritated glare to Sonic. "If he seems confused it's because - and I present this as an empirical truth - he is truly the stupidest robot in the entire universe."

"Wow, really?" Sonic deflected the robot's sarcasm back at him with a smirk. "That must be genetic or something."

Silver looked between the two several times. "Wh- What? You understand him? No fair!"

Sonic nodded and chuckled. "Yeah. Comes with the territory when you trade life data."

Neo and Sonic looked at each other for a long moment. Sonic smiled sheepishly at him, and Neo just glared back. Neo broke away first and glared at the floor. He had spent long enough in the irritating hedgehog's company already. It was testing his patience and his restraint an absurd amount.

The tension was disrupted when Tails opened the door and slowly stepped in with his breakfast.

"Hey guys." Tails nervously smiled at Neo before giving Silver a friendly wave.

Sonic practically lit up at his little brother's return. "Hey lil' buddy! Glad you're back." He gestured to the robots and chuckled to himself. "Just been having a very pleasant conversation with our favourite 'Buttnik bots."

"O-Oh yeah?" Tails replied with a quiet laugh and went to take a bite of his food. He noted Neo's annoyance. "It seems like it."

Silver beamed at Tails. "I'll have you know I've been very pleasant! I was only a sarcastic bastard like, once!"

Neo rolled his optics at their conversation. By his side, Mecha finally stirred and his systems booted online with a distinct whir of gears. Mecha at first startled upon hearing multiple voices in the room, and his wrist lights booted on right away. Neo gently placed his hand on Mecha's arm to reassure him until his visual systems came online. When they did, Mecha calmed down and gave a nod of thanks to Neo. Neo bumped his forehead against Mecha's and signed, "safe" to him.

That was when Neo felt eyes on him, and he shot a defensive glare to the organics gawking at him.

Tails pretended he hadn't been watching and coughed nervously. Sonic, on the other hand, raised a brow at Neo and smiled. Neo looked away sharply.

"Y-You know... you guys don't have to be evil." Tails nervously told them. He started making the bed to distract himself from his anxiety. "It's obvious that you could be good people."

"Hey. We're not just evil!" Silver exclaimed, offended. "We're good sometimes!"

"Evil is an abstract concept." Mecha responded flatly. "Show me a handful of good and a handful of evil and I will acknowledge their existence."

Neo rolled his optics at them all and said nothing. This goody-two-shoes hero talk was worthless to him.

"I- Okay. What I mean is, you can be better people." Tails re-worded his statement with an ear flattened. "I thought you guys were supercomputers, do I reeeaaally have to spell it out to you?"

"What?! We are good!" Silver interjected with his arms out. "... Sometimes! On Mondays! And sometimes Wednesdays! Not on Sundays, though, that's reserved for pure evil, maiming and murdering and gaming."

"What if you do good things for selfish reasons." Neo interjected to himself. "Or, what about when bad actions lead to good outcomes?"

Mecha regarded his brother with a tilt of his head. "I believe that we are discussing the concept of "goodness" that organic creatures attempt to enforce. To them, goodness is about being kind, acting selflessly, showing compassion, and-"

"Dying of extreme boredom really fast." Silver finished his brother's sentence and put a hand on his hip. "This is cute and all, but like... we're killer robots."

Tails only got bolder. "I think you're just saying that." He ventured as he neatened a bedsheet. "You guys seem to pick and choose which rules are too "organic" for you as you see fit." He bit his lip after speaking, impressed at how brave he was being, but also nervous about losing Silver's approval. "You won't even consider not being evil because it's too "abstract" or "organic", but you'll quite happily play a video game with me?"

Silver pouted at him. "I thought that gaming session was gonna be a secret. Not cool." He crossed his arms and sighed. "Listen... things are real complicated at the moment. We've got a lot goin' on and you know that-

Mecha sat up straight and sharply looked up to the window. His movements were more stiff and robotic than usual, which caught Neo's attention at once. He waited to see if Mecha would say anything, but he didn't - instead, he quickly rose to his feet and strode over to the window, staring outside at nothing. Concerned, Neo jumped up to his feet and moved to stand beside Mecha.

That was when he felt it too. Something was wrong.

Neo narrowed his optics as he looked this way and that. Infrared and bio-tracking detected nothing, but that did not rule out robots. Nothing mechanical pinged back either, but that meant nothing in light of this. Perhaps GUN had perfected foiling his scanners by now. He cursed internally and set his scanners to a wider sweep. Now, a feeling like panic rose in him, sending energy to his limbs and taking his CPU clock rate higher. All of his scans registered nothing, yet they were definitely being hunted by something. He tried to apply logic to the situation, but it evaded him. There was nothing logical about fear of nothing!

Silver walked up behind them, frowning. "What is it?"

Mecha slowly took a step in front of Silver to protect him and lowered his head.

Tails gave Sonic a concerned look before looking over to the three. "Hey, guys? Mind telling us what's going on?"

Silver looked back to Tails and shrugged a shoulder.

Neo cast the slightest of glances to Sonic and Tails. His optics narrowed accusingly, but he said nothing. If either of them had sold the brothers out, he was going to make them pay with blood. Sonic met his optics and shook his head. He knew what Neo would be thinking. Neo held his eyes for a long moment before dipping his head and looking back outside.

That was when Neo and Mecha detected the threat. The thrum of a modified engine was unique against the din of the city traffic. The enemy must be close enough to detect now, and there was one main enemy they had already fought who used cloaking technology at a distance...

Mecha suddenly grabbed Silver, pushed him into Sonic and Tails, and shoved all of them to the floor in one smooth motion. At the same time, Neo revved his engine loudly and jumped out of the window before shooting off into the city in a blur.

"Mecha, what gives?! Hey!" Sonic yelped and tried to struggle out from under the robot, who held them firmly down. "Let go of me-"

Silver pressed his hand over the hedgehog's mouth and growled at him. "Shush. Somebody found us. That's the only reason Mecha would act like that." He withdrew his hand and looked up at Mecha. "Right, bro?"

Mecha nodded and released them, but motioned for the three to stay down. He slipped back over to the window and pressed his back to the wall and ran every scan he could throw at the situation. "We have been detected by the military." He looked down to the laptop, which was peeking out from under the blankets on the floor. He lingered on it for a moment.

Silver's systems turned cold. Had he drawn attention to them by deleting that file? His regret got the better of him and he spoke up. "U-Uh, Mecha, I think it's my fault. I messed around on the database last night..." He admitted, his voice wavering with guilt. "I didn't mean to cause a problem, I promise."

Mecha regarded him with a slight nod of his head. "Do not fret. We will navigate this situation as it unfolds, for what is done is done."

"Okay." Silver nervously responded and sighed. He was about to look away in shame, but Mecha's gaze rested on him again and he hesitantly made eye contact.

"Trust me." Mecha told him, sounding confident. "It is possible to make a mistake and still win."

Silver smiled up at him. It was then that he remembered that Mecha was a natural commander... He wasn't going to berate Silver for making a mistake - he was going to figure out the most efficient way to get them out of the problem. He nodded with fresh determination and tried to put his mistake to one side. "Yeah. Roger that, commander Mecha."

"Stay down. Do not leave this building." Mecha told them again. A distinct authoritative tone underlined his words. "I must leave to assist my brother. If you require my protection, ask Silver to ping me." He then vaulted out of the window and blasted off after Neo in a cloud of smoke.

Mecha's scanners now quickly detected a familiar enemy. It was travelling away from their location at high speeds - Neo must have been leading it away from the city. That was something he never would have done in the past.

It didn't take long to catch up. Mecha spotted Neo and the enemy locked in a deadly spar already. He came to a stop and hovered several hundred feet away, watching intently. Moving in now could distract his brother, and he didn't want that. It would render him less efficient at his task.

The gold-coloured robot swung its deadly lance at Neo. The sheer power launched a destructive energy wave that sent gold light through the air. Neo simply calculated where to dodge and moved. The other robot estimated where Neo would go and fired several missiles at him. Neo activated his black shield and deflected the first six, but the seventh broke through. He clumsily grappled with it in his hand, suddenly hyper-aware of the civilization beneath them. It would be so easy to just let it go over his shoulder whilst it still had momentum. Maybe it would destroy the useless buildings below him. Maybe even take Sonic out too, if he could throw it that way hard enough! But, for once, it was just a fleeting thought. He regarded the impulse and then let it go.

He looked up at the Egg Emperor and his optics brightened. His thirst for vengeance on GUN spurred him on to fight.

They took and deeply harmed his brother. They hacked one of his ex-soldiers in his own home. They nearly got Silver killed. And now they were dragging their feud into a public space! Where civilians could be harmed by the fallout! He had to laugh. Was the military not there to protect? Humans. So fickle in their intentions! So unworthy of his mercy. He had never been so elated to have the upper hand in battle! And his pent-up rage from interacting with Sonic only added more fuel to the fire!

So, just how many times would they play this game? It didn't matter. Neo decided he wasn't playing.

He took the missile in one hand, tested its weight, and then threw it right back as hard as he could. Precisely as it left his hand, he punched it with the other. The projectile moved too quickly for the other robot to process, and it broke through its torso cockpit with frightening ease. Neo hovered in place, admiring his handiwork with pride written all over his face. Judging by the lack of blood and screaming, the robot wasn't being manually piloted this time.

Mecha noticed this from afar. If nobody was controlling the Egg Emperor from within, then... where was the remote user, and where was the rest of the military? He looked around with a fresh sense of urgency. This wouldn't be the only mech after them. Not only that, but now he knew that GUN wasn't above playing dirty to get the upper hand. For a moment, he turned away from the fight in front of him to look around. But then his scanners detected something approaching quickly from behind. It didn't register as robotic or organic and moved too quickly to be either, too. He boosted himself up using his jet engine in an instant and a missile screamed by where he had been. He sent an energy blast after it to destroy it.

Then, Neo and Mecha's optics met.

Neo's optics darted from Mecha to the Egg Emperor several times.

"Go back."

Mecha moved closer, insistent. "I am not leaving you."

"I cannot allow you to be harmed again. Please go back."

"You are not invincible. It is not always wise to act alone."

"Mecha, go-"

As if to underline Neo's words, the Egg Emperor now targeted Mecha. It went from a standstill to a blur straight at him. Mecha had shown weakness before at the hands of this machine - he was an easy target to GUN, especially after what had happened to him.

Mecha froze in place. It was as if his processor had stalled. He stared straight ahead at the golden lance that rushed to meet him.

It hadn't hurt when it happened. He didn't feel pain, after all. It was what came after. The dark cell he awoke in. The ceaseless questions and accusations. The restraints. The sensory overload over and over again. And when the infection hit...

Neo was there in an instant. He swerved in front of Mecha at breakneck speed. Just before the deadly weapon could scathe his brother, Neo slammed his hand up against it and held it up. His arm shook with the strain and his optics squinted more and more the longer he held his position. He looked back at Mecha, silently pleading with him to move, and quickly.

Everything had slipped away so easily - his control over himself, his control over what happened to him. And then the intrusive thoughts came. Acting in ways that hurt his brother, after. That hurt. That hurt, he decided. Acting in ways that caused harm to his loved ones was the worst pain of all.

Mecha met Neo's optics with fear. Seeing this, Neo's desperate look softened. He reached back with his other hand and grasped Mecha's in his. He held it tightly and inclined his head towards him to show confidence in him.

"I've got you."

Mecha stared blankly at him. His hand shook and Neo just held it tighter. He moved his hand so that his fingers intertwined with his brother's. Mecha looked down at their hands and then back up at his brother.

The situation suddenly registered in his head, and just in time. He saw the robot's shield about to come down on Neo - he couldn't allow that!

Mecha yanked Neo back into himself and shot backwards as quickly as he could. The shield narrowly missed them both. Mecha released Neo quickly and boosted himself in front of the other robot with renewed resolve.

The Egg Emperor swung for Mecha again. This time he met it head-on. He dodged to one side, then up, and then landed several well-placed blows on the golden machine. He moved faster than ever before, too quick for the machine to keep up - it had clocked his speed so much lower in their last fight.

Fighting this hollow shell of a robot brought a strange type of closure. It had caused him to end up in that situation in the first place. Beating it now was like affirming that it wouldn't happen again. And this time, there was nobody piloting it from within.

That did leave a remote user, though. And unbeknownst to Mecha and Neo, their GUN contact worked from a distance to help them now. The Egg Emperor's remote access was shut down. Without any input on what to do, the machine's movements were slower and less calculated. It was no match for the two brothers in this state.

Mecha deliberately shot up above the machine and then slammed his feet down into its head as hard as he could.

It lost power and started to fall down to the ground below, luckily quite far from the city now. Mecha followed intently. Neo hesitated before giving chase - something was wrong here. Mecha wouldn't normally go after an enemy if it was already down, right? As he touched down a few feet away, he watched his older brother continue to attack. He gave him space for a moment.

Mecha kept going. He landed punch after punch on the defeated robot. The metal beneath his fists gave way with every heavy blow. Sparks flew from the scratched and dented metal plating. And he kept going.

Neo slowly walked up behind him against his better judgement. "Mecha."

Mecha either ignored him or didn't hear him. He tore into the other machine until his knuckles were dented and blackened from the loss of paint.

Neo gently rested a hand on Mecha's shoulder. "You need to st-"

Without warning, Mecha spun around and swung a clenched fist in Neo's face. Neo staggered backwards - Mecha was strong, and he was taken off guard. He held his cheek plate and stared at Mecha.

Mecha stared back at him. His was visor a bright and glaring red and his body shook as if containing the worst rage he had ever felt.

The two brothers stared each other down for a long minute.

Mecha's engine revved aggressively, while Neo stood calmly opposite him.

How strange it was for their usual roles to be reversed.

Something clicked in Mecha's head. He took a step back and slowly put his hands up in surrender. "I hit you. I hit you."

Neo looked at him softly. "It was my fault. I should have given you space."

"I hit you."

"Mecha-"

"I hurt you."

Neo flinched at the twinge of pain in Mecha's voice. It was unlike him to speak like that - it almost made him nauseous to hear. The only time he had sounded like that was when he was attacked by that terrible virus. He took a couple of steps towards Mecha and put his hands up, too.

"You are forgiven. My forgiveness will always be yours."

"Why."

"Because you are my brother."

"I hit you again."

"I am aware."

"I do not want to hurt you."

"You did not mean it. So, it does not hurt."

"Do not lie to me."

"I would not do that."

Mecha slowly nodded. He lowered his hands back down. Then, he turned and looked back at the broken robot behind him.

"I-" Mecha stopped, staring down at his hands. "I won."

"You did."

"I won this time."

"Yes, you-"

Mecha cracked. Without warning, he threw himself at Neo and pulled him into the tightest hug he could give with shaking arms. He buried his muzzle into the crook of Neo's neck and clicked sadly.

Neo gently wrapped his arms around his brother and held him tight. It was times like this where Neo hated that his brother couldn't feel touch like he could...

"I did it. I did it. I-I did it." Mecha stammered out. His voice synthesizer wavered with his anxiety and newfound anger.

Neo pulled back slightly and rested his forehead against Mecha's. "I saw. You defeated it like it was nothing."

"I did it."

"You did. I'm proud of you, brother." Neo gently took Mecha's marred hands in his and ran his thumbs over the flaking paint. When he looked down at them, he noticed how his brother's fingers twitched ever so slightly from the damage done to the joints. He ventilated sadly and looked back up at him.

Mecha couldn't stop shaking. He looked down at the ground as if to avoid Neo's optics.

Neo held Mecha's face in his hands and tipped his head back up. "Mecha. Look at me."

Mecha slowly made eye contact with him but said nothing.

"It is okay to feel."

"It scares me."

"Yes. Before, you did not have to process the tragedies that you have gone through. It was safer not to feel."

"I accomplish my tasks and nothing more. My missions are not tragedies. They are simply-"

"Mecha." Neo put his hands on his brother's shoulders and looked at him pointedly. "You are traumatized."

Mecha held his optics for a long moment. "I do not wish to be... that. I do not like it. It makes me hurt you."

Neo listened to him with a gentle nod. "I understand. But do not make this about me. You are the one who is suffering, you must think about yourself."

Mecha tried his best to understand this, tilting his head this way and that. "Think about myself..?"

"You are my brother. I love you and I am proud of you." Neo reminded him. "No number of punches to the face will change that."

"Are you certain of this?"

"Do you trust me?"

"I trust you."

"There is your answer."

"Affirmative." Mecha lingered on it for a second. "What are the terms and conditions of this... love."

Neo let out the smallest laugh at his sibling's straightforwardness. "There are none. I will always be proud of you."

Mecha's head lifted ever so slightly and his shoulders squared back. He gave a nod, seeming to return to his usual self. "Affirmative. I will log this in my memory banks for further scrutiny."

A distinct smile came over Neo's optics. He motioned for Mecha to follow him. "Do as you please." He looked back to check that Mecha was following. "I am always proud of you and Silver. You may recall that memory as often as you need."

Mecha stopped, and Neo stopped with him. Neo tilted his head. "What?"

Mecha played Neo's sentence back at him through his speakers and watched the other robot's expression twist into embarrassment. "I will ensure that I play this for Silver. It may boost their efficiency by an estimated 10%."

Neo squinted at him.

Mecha looked at him innocently.

Flustered, Neo turned on his heel and kept walking.

"You love him." Mecha stated, following behind his sibling. "Why is it difficult for you to convey that. You appear to have little problem conveying the same message to me."

"I do." Neo responded flatly, looking down at the ground. He clenched a fist. "And I would maim any being who so much as scratches his paint." He uncurled his hand and sighed. "He is my little sibling. Our relationship is... different."

"He angers you."

"And I rile them." Neo affirmed that with a smirk about his voice. "As their older sibling, it is my duty to tease them. "

He stopped cold in his tracks.

Mecha stopped by his side and tilted his head.

Neo reached up to his ear and sent a ping to Silver. Nothing came back. He slowly lowered his hand and looked at Mecha.

They shared a long look of dread.

"I believe we are drawing the same conclusion." Mecha said slowly. He tuned his auditory sensors this way and that, listening for any unusual sounds against the background of the city behind them. "There is military presence nearby."

Neo didn't wait. He grabbed Mecha's hand and shot off into the air, only releasing Mecha once his own jet engine had come online again.

Either Silver was badly hurt, or the military was scrambling all communications to throw them off.

Neither scenario would do.

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Sonic leaned his elbow against his knee and rested his chin on his hand. "I can't believe I'm takin' orders from my worst enemies."

"Your worst enemies so far!" Silver "corrected" him with a smile. "Don't worry, our pops will probably end up making like, a hundred more robo Sonics."

"That's reassuring," Sonic muttered. "I don't know what I'd do with my time if I didn't have more metal me's to trash."

"Well, why don't you trash me?" Silver asked him, genuinely interested. "Is it just because I don't scowl like Metal or look menacing like Mecha?"

Sonic sat up and gave him a concerned look. "Kiddo, think back to everything we've talked about. You're practically one of us."

Silver stared at him. "What do you mean, one of you?" He squinted at Sonic and leaned forward on his hands. "I'm not about to become a hero if that's what you think! I'm loyal to my bros before anything or anyone else."

"Nah, I figured." Sonic stretched his arms up and yawned. "I mean more like, you're practically a person like us. Why would I wanna trash you?"

The robot sat back and sighed. "S'ppose so." There was a small silence that made him think more into it. He folded his arms on his knees. "I got it all wrong..." He nestled his forehead into his arms and sighed. "I always said... robots are easy. They say they wanna kill you and then, spoiler alert, they kill you, and that organics pretend to be your friend first." He lifted his head and looked at Sonic and Tails. "But that line isn't so clear cut, is it?"

"Well... nobody can really blame you!" Tails tried to reassure him with a smile. "I mean, you're only days old, right?"

"Yeah. I think I was just- I was just scared." Silver looked down and paused for a moment. "The only interaction I had with an organic being at first was when I was kinda just... abandoned by one." He seemed to realize something upon saying that, and made eye contact with Sonic. "And my AI chip just kinda kept growing more uh, complicated I guess. I wasn't really sure of what I was, and... it was easier to just run away from that feeling. So... now I know how shit Metal must feel every day. To not know what you are, it sucks."

Tails looked at him with sympathy. "That's a lot. B-but look on the bright side!"

Silver looked at him pointedly.

"You can decide who you are. You get to create yourself." Tails offered him a small smile. "You're not just another mindless robot."

Silver nodded and sighed. "Yeah, yeah. Guess so. Thanks, fox boy." He softened and gave a small laugh. "Identity is a game and I'm just kinda glitching through the walls."

He straightened all of a sudden and looked over to the door. Without saying anything, he slowly stood up and crept over to it. His body language gave away his stress, and Sonic and Tails looked at each other.

Silver tuned his auditory sensors carefully. When he did, he easily picked up the distinct sound of military boots on the flooring in the reception. And they were moving towards their room.

"Those GUN morons are here." Silver murmured. "I gotta go, they'll be here for m-"

The door was suddenly kicked down in front of him and several rifles and pistols pointed in his face.

"Sonic the hedgehog, come quietly!"

Silver immediately put himself in front of Sonic and Tails with his arm out to protect them. His expression instantly turned serious.

"You are harbouring a fugitive! Come quietly and we'll talk!"

Silver scoffed at them. "Come quietly my ass." He took a step forward. "I know how you guys roll now. You don't give a damn about anyone but yourselves!"

A soldier made the mistake of moving closer to him with a pistol to intimidate him. Silver just shook his head, swiped it out from their hands, and turned it on them. "You wanna play this game, huh?" He pulled the top slide towards himself until there was a click, and pointed it at each soldier in turn. "I can play too. Don't think I won't pull this trigger..."

Behind him, Sonic put his hands up and walked up to him. "C'mon kiddo. You don't need to shoot anybody here."

Silver grit his teeth and held the pistol steady. "You don't know what they're capable of, Sonic." He lowered his head and glared at the logo on their uniforms. "I'm not letting them hurt you too." He cast a slight glance over his shoulder upon hearing helicopters and riot vans outside. "You think they brought all this firepower just to have a chat with us? No way. No freaking way."

One of the soldiers reached for their radio whilst Silver was distracted.

"The robot fugitive has hostages. Bring all forces to our location."

Tails piped up from behind Silver in disbelief. "No he doesn't! You came in here with guns!"

Silver just snickered at the ridiculousness of it all. "Robots are always the bad guys, right? Everyone knows that." He twirled the pistol around his trigger finger. "Watch out everyone, big scary murder robot is just standing here menacingly!"

As if to underline his words, Neo and Mecha came back. They were instantly on either side of Silver, protective as ever - Neo was angry, and Mecha was distraught that this nightmare of an organization was threatening his brother. The three of them were formidable together, and the soldiers instantly backed up.

"Machines, give yourselves up..." Came a familiar voice from behind the row of soldiers. They parted to let their commander through with looks of surprise. Upon seeing the three standing there, he sneered with disgust. "... and we will forget about Sonic the hedgehog's little misdeed."

Mecha suddenly froze in place. Slowly, he backed away just one step - he wanted to protect his siblings, but he was afraid. He steeled himself before stepping forward again. The two strongest feelings in him fought with one another... The desire to defend his siblings against the deep-set fear of that terrible commander.

"Not a chance in hell!" Silver snapped at him and stepped forward, aiming at him with intent. "You're not getting your slimy hands on them ever again! Got that?"

The commander looked down at Silver's hand and smirked. "Your hand is shaking, little robot. Are you broken?"

Silver stole a look to his hand and found that it was indeed trembling - but not with fear. He growled and glared up at the human with renewed anger. "You would know about breaking things, wouldn't you? You're a sicko. Stay away from my brothers or I'll pull this trigger."

"Look, guys, nobody needs to get hurt-" Sonic tried to intervene, but Neo stepped in front of all of them, where he blocked Silver's aim deliberately.

Silver slowly lowered his pistol in disbelief. "W-Wait, what are you doing?"

"I give up." Neo signed. "Take me, leave them."

Silver almost couldn't believe it. "You're not serious right now."

Neo looked back at him and signed, "trust me." He gave a wink with one optic and turned back. "If we can get inside their base, I can destroy the technology that they stole from us, eliminate the virus completely, and delete everything they have on Mecha. Having been inside before, I know the layout well." He didn't turn around to look at Sonic, instead turning his head ever so slightly towards him. "Protect Mecha in exchange for your freedom. This conflict will not end until someone settles it."

Silver let his fingers slowly uncurl from around the pistol in his hand. Begrudgingly, he lifted it and let it drop to the floor. "Me too. I give up too. Just leave Mecha out of it." His breakdown from that night was fresh in his mind, and his thoughts of Neo coming home in pieces were too hard to bear. So before Neo could tell him not to give himself up, the deed was already done.

"Very well. So be it." The commander snapped his fingers and the soldiers immediately cuffed the two robots. "You're coming with us for... questioning."

"You didn't say there'd be a test." Silver quipped as he tested the cuffs. "I didn't study. What a shame."

Neo looked back at Mecha, who stared at him in terror and disbelief.

"Brother, this is not safe. I implore you to re-think your decision." Mecha begged him. "Allow me to come with you. I must protect you."

Neo shook his head. "Stay. We will not be gone for long."

"It'll be okay, bro. Don't worry about a thing." Silver reassured him with a smile. "Princess Neo and I got this."

Mecha could scream. How were they so calm? Could they not see the danger? He went to touch Neo, but a rifle in his side pushed him away. "You could come to great harm. Do not do this."

"Trust me."

"I..." Mecha hesitated and shakily lowered his hand. "I trust you."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Mecha felt sick as his brothers left with the very group that had ripped his mind apart without mercy. He tried to follow, but Sonic grabbed his arm and pulled him back. Tails hooked his arm around Mecha's other arm to help.

"I'm sorry, buddy. He asked me to protect you." Sonic apologized with a sigh. "Let's just try to chillax now, okay?"

Mecha stared at the floor in shock. His brothers might not ever come back. And he was supposed to just accept that? He felt powerless all over again, just like he did back in that black hole of a cell. He didn't register either of the two organics speaking to him, or that they had made him sit down on the floor.

"Why."

The rainbow that graced the sky outside seemed to mock him.

#fanfiction #everyone gets EXISTENTIAL #and poor mecha really has anxiety today huh #sorry. sorry #he'll get a break soon i swear #alternate chapter title: tfw you're a murder machine but you also have crippling anxiety #metal stays on that sigma grindset tm #silver played COD once so now he wants to touch every gun to ever exist

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