jr-bombaroo

[jr-bombaroo]

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[jr-bombaroo]

{ 💖}” Oh! So you must be Jr!"

Hearing a sweet voice beside him, Jr. turned to see a very pretty looking bomber standing next to him. She looked really nice, but then he remembered she was talking to him. “Yep, that’s me!” The child responded enthusiastically, 

“though how do you know who I am?”

“Also, who are you, miss?”

#ic #~Pretty Bomber~

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Here's some candies, gentle child.

“Ooh, Thank you!” Jr. responded with a smile, eagerly taking the sweets from the anon. He paused for a moment, then, “Do you want to share them with me?” he asked, holding a candy in an outstreched hand towards the anon.

#ic #~Anonymous~

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Here's some icecream! I hope you feel better soon, junior.

“Ah!” the child’s eyes lit up when he was offered an ice cream, to which he took gladly. He turned to the anon and gave them a hug while being careful with his cool treat. “Thank you so much!” Jr. said gratefully.

#ic #~Anonymous~

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Throws a blanket on Jr.

Jr. felt something soft drape around his shoulders, and when he grabbed it to see what it was, he saw that thing to be a blanket, and a very soft one at that. The child rubbed the soft blanket against his face. It was so comfy! He then turned around to see an anon standing behind him, and he knew that they were the one to give him this kind gift. “Thank you,” he said while giving them a hug.

#ic #~Anonymous~

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"R-really?! Thank you, Plasma!" Jr. cried out in delight with a sparkle to his eyes as he quickly reached over and wrapped his arms around the other bomber, hugging as tightly as he could. The encounter with the anon seeming to have already slipped from the child's mind, Jr. just enjoyed being with the person he admired most.

Plasma had rushed over to Jr with the most terrified face hes ever had, and he looked absolutely shocked when he saw the child on the ground crying. So he had instantly crouched down to Jr's eye level to attempt to comfort him better. "Hey there. Don't be sad, Plasma's here now. What happened?" (@electric-bombaloo)

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Jr. opened his watery eyes and looked up to see Plasma crouched beside him. Why was he here? No matter, his presence was already beginning to comfort the child. Jr. blinked a bit to clear away his tears then stood up, covered in some dust and shaking a little, but feeling somewhat better.

Sniffle, “S-S-Some gray person p-pushed me…” Jr. tried his hardest not to be so shaky and stuttery but he just couldn’t help it. He wiped away some tears with the back of his hand and looked at the floor.

#ic #~Plasma Bomber~ #((I'm attempting to fluff things up)) #((I hope I'm doing it right))

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You should fuse with the other Jr. DOUBLE CUTENESS

“Fuse?! Whatever that is, it sounds fun!” Jr. said with enthusiasm.

((Oh gosh, could the world even handle that amount of cute? I know I certainly can’t. The cuteness overload would be too great for this impure earth!!))

#ic and ooc #~Anonymous~ #((That'd be too much cute for the world to handle)) #((Or at least too much for me to write))

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M!A all anons that hurt Jr. explode and die

((I really like that M!A, but sadly I’m unsure how to actually make it happen. Otherwise if I knew how to, that’d be a PERMANENT M!A))

#ooc #~Anonymous~

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I want Jr. to be happy

((So do I, but some certain ANON is trying to make my son unhappy or hurting in every possible way. I’m trying to make fluff to alleviate the sad and angst this certain anon is causing, but the chaos is being produced faster than I can whip up fluff))

#ooc #~Anonymous~

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Tfw some mean anon kicks you.

((N.O.))((Don’t even think about touching my son unless you want the protect-Jr.-squad to come and kick your behind))

#ooc #~Anonymous~ #((Don't even think about bringing harm to my son))

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More sniffling. "Th-they laughed at me..." Jr. said quietly, "but, I think I'll b-be okay. If you don't m-if you don't mind, maybe I could just s-stay with you for a bit? Being with you is making me feel b-better..." He looked up with dried tears and a hopeful glimmer to his eyes at the older bomber. Just being with Plasma for a short time had already made him feel a little lighter and happier.

Plasma had rushed over to Jr with the most terrified face hes ever had, and he looked absolutely shocked when he saw the child on the ground crying. So he had instantly crouched down to Jr's eye level to attempt to comfort him better. "Hey there. Don't be sad, Plasma's here now. What happened?" (@electric-bombaloo)

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Jr. opened his watery eyes and looked up to see Plasma crouched beside him. Why was he here? No matter, his presence was already beginning to comfort the child. Jr. blinked a bit to clear away his tears then stood up, covered in some dust and shaking a little, but feeling somewhat better.

Sniffle, “S-S-Some gray person p-pushed me…” Jr. tried his hardest not to be so shaky and stuttery but he just couldn’t help it. He wiped away some tears with the back of his hand and looked at the floor.

#ic #~Plasma Bomber~ #((Sadly I think I've come to terms w/ the fact I know we can't beat these anons)) #((don't worry)) #((*hugs* Somehow we'd probably both just make it worse on ourselves to try to get even)) #((for now I'm gonna try to fluff things up))

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Plasma had rushed over to Jr with the most terrified face hes ever had, and he looked absolutely shocked when he saw the child on the ground crying. So he had instantly crouched down to Jr's eye level to attempt to comfort him better. "Hey there. Don't be sad, Plasma's here now. What happened?" (@electric-bombaloo)

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Jr. opened his watery eyes and looked up to see Plasma crouched beside him. Why was he here? No matter, his presence was already beginning to comfort the child. Jr. blinked a bit to clear away his tears then stood up, covered in some dust and shaking a little, but feeling somewhat better. Sniffle, "S-S-Some gray person p-pushed me..." Jr. tried his hardest not to be so shaky and stuttery but he just couldn't help it. He wiped away some tears with the back of his hand and looked at the floor.

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Haha, look at him. What are you doing on the ground?

Silence. He continued to sniffle and cry, trying to stop but failing. So many thoughts ran through the confused child’s mind: “Why would someone do this?” Mainly, “Why me?”

#ic #~Anonymous~ #((LEAVE MY SON ALONE))

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Shoves Junior to the ground.

“Oh, hi ther–,“Jr. said smiling to the approaching anon, that was until they shoved him to the floor. The world slowed around him, his eyes widening in disbelief as he fell, the only thing he saw being the smug grin on the proud anon’s face, and he didn’t know what to think of them anymore. People couldn’t be so mean as to just walk up and push down a child, right?

Thud. He hit the ground, his arms getting scraped and mild pain shooting through his small body. Tears started to pour down his face as he just laid on the ground, confused and shocked.

#ic #~Anonymous~ #((DON'T HURT MY SON)) #((*screeching*))

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Jr.'s eyes lit up at the suggestion of playing. "I would love to play, though, what should we play? There are so many games to choose from!"

"Hey! You're me!" (@jrcivilian)

The child looked up from the lollipop in his hand to see: himself? There was another him? How cool!

Jr. smiled at the other him. “Why, hello there!” He laughed, “Haha, I guess I am you and you’re me!”

#((Awww the preciousness)) #((This world can't handle this amount of cute))

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Unpurified? What did that mean? "Well, hello there, Mr. Glitchy Bomber," Jr. said. He paused a moment before continuing, "If I may ask, what do you mean by 'unpurified'?"

(@corrupted-bomb-code) "Who are you, little normal person?" said the glitchy Bomber.

Jr. was humming a little tune to himself until he heard a voice next to him. He turned and was confused at what he saw.

There was a person looking at him, waiting for an answer, but it wasn’t a normal looking person—It was a Bomberman, but he looked really, off. Jr. just stared for a few seconds, taken aback by how the other bomber looked, but then he remembered the older bomber had asked him a question.

“O-oh, I’m Jr. It’s nice to meet you, uh, what’s your name, sir?”

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(@corrupted-bomb-code) "Who are you, little normal person?" said the glitchy Bomber.

Jr. was humming a little tune to himself until he heard a voice next to him. He turned and was confused at what he saw. There was a person looking at him, waiting for an answer, but it wasn't a normal looking person—It was a Bomberman, but he looked really, off. Jr. just stared for a few seconds, taken aback by how the other bomber looked, but then he remembered the older bomber had asked him a question. "O-oh, I'm Jr. It's nice to meet you, uh, what's your name, sir?"