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Tempest Little Mister blurbs #3 (21-30)

Mr. Hunt The first of the new generation, Mr. Hunt was made for an action-packed beginning. Love of cryptids exploded when he was made, and so he was designed to help track down and hunt these creatures of urban legend, from bigfoot to the chupacabra to Mothman. He has recently suffered an attack that has left him unable to use an eye and has filled him with a massive mistrust towards people, especially if they were patches with a red white and black circular pattern.

Ms. Lake Ms. Lake is one of the more tragic Little Misters. Originally, she was made for edutainment. She had nice blue clothes, and her long hair swooped around and formed a small pond to house smaller aquatic specimens. Unfortunately while in service she stumbled upon a murderous couple dumping a body. Even though she didn’t know this, the couple lured her to the water edge and proceeded to drown and attack her, leaving her body seemingly permanently disfigured. *

Mr. Shadow There exists a sign that is periodically found around the Factory floor. “Feeling a bit drained? Don’t forget to check for lurkers in your shadow!” This was made to remind workers of Mr. Shadow. Mr. Shadow is one of the few Little Misters to have an almost/complete lack of human features, and that is because he is 2D. Mr. Shadow is his namesake, and can travel from shadow to shadow. Can’t find him but still feel fine? Maybe keep an ear out for his low, sinister laughter.

Little Mr. Bone When Three left Little Mr. Halloween was feeling very lonely, for there was no one that could celebrate the spooky season with him. Enter Little Mr. Bone, A small skeleton that likes to play and receive lots of sweets! He is oddly well-versed in first aid, and will always be up for a fun game. Just don’t play hide and seek in a haunted house attraction, since he can dim his golden hues to blend in with the props.

Little Ms. Ghost Scared of spectres? Phobia of phantoms? Little Ms. Ghost is right for you if you wish to get over that fear of yours. Despite her small appearance and her translucent nature, she was created as a personal guardian, and she will do whatever it takes to make sure you are protected by everything that may go bump in the night. Just make sure you never extinguish her lantern.

Mx. Clockwork According to rumors, a human worked the clocktower of the old factory and got crushed. Since they were such a key worker, Dr. Wondertainment made them into Mx. Clockwork. Dr. Wondertainment has gone on record to deny this, and does not tolerate the spreading of this rumor. Mx. Clockwork bears a unique design, with a human “shell” that houses a wide assortment of gears inside that are constantly turning. It appears they are the inspiration of the Troupe of Shadow’s sideshow member “Gears”

Mx. Helium Lighter than air, the floaty Mx. Helium is always up for a good time. Usually not seen without their three large heart balloons or a weight strapped to their waist, you should normally find Mx. Helium hanging around the factory’s hangar space or Party Practice Room. They’re the most ditzy out of the Little Misters, and is often found stuck to the ceiling for misplacing their weights. Considering how much they bump into the ceiling, it’s amazing how their pristine white clothing is not dirtied up.

Mr. Silent Sometimes one needs some time to vent to others about all their troubles in the world, and Mr. Silent would love to help you. Plain dressed, friendly body language and the inability to speak in any regard. Rumors of the workers say that his permanent silence is to hide a sonic scream that can absolutely shatter walls. This has by no means been proven, but it does seem like an interesting thing to think about, no?

Ms. Mouse Did you know that fleas are actually what spread the plague, and they rode on the rats? Well, not a lot of people know this, and blame the scampering squeakers. Not only that, but mice are viewed as vermin anyway, so how must this problem be solved? How about a person that has mouse ears? Ms. Mouse will be here to save the day! With a quick song you’ll see the mice follow after her like the Pied Piper. There’s totally nothing else about her…right?

10. Mr. Nurse War is constantly happening. People suffer from the outside world, and people take their anger or selfishness out on the Little Misters. Mr. Nurse was made to help both. With tired eyes and an equally tired expression, Mr. Nurse is often bustling around, tending to wounds on battlefields, civil unrest, and various other tragedies. He has endured much more than the average person or Little Mister. Scratch his messy grey hair, he needs some relax time.

#Another Muse #Little Misters #Mr. Hunt #Ms. Lake #Mr. Shadow #Little Mr. Bone #Little Ms. Ghost #Mx. Clockwork #Mx. Helium #Mr. Silent #Ms. Mouse #Mr. Nurse #tw: mention of harm #((Fuller bios on Ms. Lake and Mx. Helium have already been done!))

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Time for shenanigans so buckle up!

Chapter 5: If You Pop the Yolks Just Make Scrambled Eggs!

Summary: Danny on the run and the bat kid group chat is popping

Did Dick expect everyone to be following him up the stairs to go get Danny, no, had he expected them to stay at the table also no. He did know one thing, all these people rushing up on the kid probably wasn’t a good idea.

“Okay look, I’m going to get Danny,” he gestured widely to the group that was following his tail, “ you guys are going to stay here, no need to swarm the kid.”

Grumbles of protest spread amongst the group, Dick looked directly at Bruce, “That means you to B, I mean it I know you want to meet him but I don’t need him making a run for it.”

Dick set off fully aware his family was lurking just around the corner. “ Danny I’m here buddy,”

“Dick?” The boy called quietly, his voice shaky.

“ Yeah it's me super-star,” he came to his doorway. Danny was clutching on to the star blanket, his eyes and cheeks red like he had been crying, “oh hey little man what happened? Did you have a nightmare?”

A small nod was his only warning before the boy rushed to cling on to Dick, Danny clutching the leg of his pants. “ Hey hey it’s ok,” dick cooed. Taking Danny’s hands off his pants and lowering down to Danny’s level the best he could. Sitting on his knees, “ You wanna talk about it?”

“No.” Danny sniffled, taking Dick up on his offering of a hug.

“That’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it, tell you're ready.” He reassured, rubbing gentle circles on the kids back.

Then the silence was broken by foot steps, clearly deliberate as any member of his family could have easily just masked them. They approached closer, Danny took notice pulling his head up and away from dicks chest. A panicked expression taking form. Dick turned to see who it was, thankfully it was just cass. She was still at the end of the hallway, she had made herself known but was still waiting for approval.

“It’s ok bud it’s just Cass, can she come over here?” He gave another nod, “ he says you got the green light Cass.” Danny began to float a little, pulling himself further into dicks arms. Dick took the hint and picked up the boy, allowing the kid to hide in the crook of his neck.

“ Danny,” she said softly as she took a spot to her brother's side. “ You want to know what helps me when I have bad dreams?”

“ yes” He squeaked out his voice muffled by dicks shoulder.

“ I take a deep breath, and I think about all the things that make me happy.” She placed a hand on Danny's shoulder, “do you wanna do it with me?”

He pulled his face away from dick, looking at Cass with a wary expression, “ok”

“Alright we’re gonna take a biiiiig breath in ok,” Cass proceeded to take a very exaggerated inhale.

Danny went to copy her pulling air into his lungs. Then suddenly he flinched, his eyes snapped shut, his fingers dug into dicks shoulder. A squeak interrupted his inhale, like the boy had wanted to scream but it cut himself short. “ Oh my god Danny are you ok!? What happened?”

“Hmph” the boy grunted a muffled response, his hand rushing to his chest.

“Bruce Waite don’t,” he heard Tim call from the other end of the hall. Of course Bruce wouldn’t listen he just has to rush over, Dick was already dealing with a situation he didn’t need another one.

And wouldn’t you know, here came Bruce marching down the hallway right towards Danny, his footsteps sloppy enough for Danny to pick up on. The kid in dicks arm wiped his head in the direction of the noise, once again flinching at the pain it caused tears gathering in the corner of his eyes.

“Dad I swear to god, stay put,” Dick blurted out. Bruce paused at the outburst, freezing in place. “ Please

dad Don’t get any closer, Danny doesn’t know who you are.”

Danny stared at Bruce, his hand still on his chest, his breathing fast and shallow. The hand that was holding onto dick was still gripping his shoulder actively digging into his flesh. He had to get the kid to calm down. “Danny,” no response, “Danny I need you to look at me.” The kid's gaze didn’t falter, his breathing only sped up. “ He’s not going to hurt you, that’s just my dad, I promise. Right Bruce?”

“ Yes of course, I only want to help,” B let his body loosen a little, he leans forward a bit he was going to keep moving forward

Dick and Cass shot him a glare, demanding he stay in place. Bruce looked them dead in the eyes and ignored it. He took a step forward and Danny panicked.

“ No!” The boy shouted turning invisible, Dick tried desperately to keep his grip but without being able to see him, Danny slipped through his fingers. “ STAY AWAY!” Danny’s voice echoed down the hall coming from all detections, and just like that any sign of Danny was gone.

“God dammit Bruce, What Part about ‘stay put’ is so hard to get through your damn head.” Dick shot up running his hands threw his hair, his shoulder still aches from Danny’s grip.

“ Something was wrong,” Bruce defended, his shoulders squared.

“Yeah No shit!,” Duke came rushing out from around the corner. “Dick look I’m not Sure what just happened, but it didn’t look fun we gotta find him.”

“ What do you mean duke did you see something” Tim asked.

“ Yhea he was glowing like he was earlier today, then the closer Bruce got it… changed? I don’t know how to describe it but sometimes going on.”

“If you can see him glow, can you follow his trail?” Cass asked hope in her voice.

“ I can try,” Duke rushed off taking Dick with him. When the others tried to follow they were stopped by Cass.

“Oh no you don’t” she said standing in their path her arms spread out, “ He doesn’t know you two.” She gestured to Tim and Damian. “and you” she stated at B, her tone harsh, “ have done enough for now.”

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Duke ran through the hallways, his brother hot on his tail. Chasing the light blue trail that Danny left on his wake. Headache be damned.

“ I feel like we’re just running in circles,” Dick huffed.

He wasn’t wrong, the trail often looped on on itself as Danny seemingly took turns at random. The path had no real pattern so Duke was stuck just chasing it the best he could. Occasionally the trail would Hic, flaring out slightly like it had done when Bruce had inched closer. The kid didn’t have a Direction,he was panicking, that’s what the disturbances were, his power lashing out because Danny was afraid.

“ We are to some extent, Danny doesn’t know the layout of the manner he’s just running and hoping for the best.”

“Shoot Yeah your right I didn’t even think of that.”

“ It’s alright bro I’m Sure everything is fi-'' Duke cut himself short stopping dead in his tracks . The trail suddenly transitioning to an acid green, the line warbled and spiked like it had when Danny ran from Bruce. Something had happened.The neon green streak continued, interlacing itself with swirls of red. Then as soon as the green had come it went, once again leaving behind a cold blue.

“ Duke look at the floor,” Shure enough right we’re the blue returned was red. Not from the trail of light no, but blood. It wasn’t a lot just a few drops but it could only mean one thing Danny’s was close and he was hurt.

“Ok let’s keep moving,” they set off once again at breakneck speed. How in the world had the kid traveled so far, add speed to the list of powers he guessed.

The trail ended at the library, blood in front of the door. Danny had definitely gone into the library. He stood there staring at the door for a moment. Should they rush in,what if they scare him? What if they opened the door and Danny wasn’t on the other side? What if they were already too late?

“ Danny it’s me and Duke,” his brother finally called, placing a hand on the door Handle. “ we’re coming in, ok?” His brother gently pushed open the door, just wide enough for them to slide in and shut the door behind him. More blood laid in the other side of the door.

“ Danny, it's ok we're here to help you buddy.” He called out into the room. It was cold; the library was about 10 degrees colder than it had any right to be.

“No one’s going to hurt you, please come out?“ Dick called to the seemingly Empty Library. The temperature continues to droop. They can see Their breath.

The pair give each other a look, then a nod. It was time to divide and conquer. They had to find him. The trail of light in the room was too chaotic to decipher, it blended and twisted, the light bleed into itself leaving no discernible path.

“Danny come in out little dude,” Duke called softly, he still wasn’t Sure if hearing had anything to do with his meta ability. He did know that Danny didn’t like loud noise so best not to risk it.

“ Please, you're hurt aren’t you? We can help little man, I promise.”

Duke continued to walk the rows of bookshelves, head in hand. Danny had been just about everywhere, his trail illuminating the whole room and making his head spin. But he marched forward, his new nephew was in this library and Duke was going to find him.

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It was so cold, this had to be Danny doing. If it wasn’t, well the penguin or Mr. Freeze was in the manor and that was a whole another set of issues. Dick creeped along the shelves of the library, looking for any sign of what direction Danny had gone. Why did B have to be so stubborn, the boy had already had enough panic attacks for one day without Bruce’s meddling.

Thinking about it now wasn’t going to help him though, he needed to focus. Dick scanned the books along the aisle until finally something caught his eyes, blood just a few flecks on the shelf ledge but it meant Danny had definitely gone this way . A few more spots further up, followed by some knocked over books. He followed the trail. Rounding the corner to the area of the library that held the stained glass window. Dick followed the trail of blood with his gaze. The dribble was still light but it was enough to make dick worry. Tracing the trail, until his sight fell upon a bundle laying on the cushion of the nook that laid against the window. The star blanket was wrapped tightly around Danny, frost clinging to its surface. Tiny whimpers like the ones dick had heard the other night, lingering in the air adding to the stinging cold.

“Danny?” Dick asked quietly.

“Go away,” Danny sniffed.

“I’m sorry little dipper, I can’t do that,” dick did his best to keep his tone soft. He didn’t want Danny to bolt. “ You're hurt right? We can help you buddy.”

“ I can do it by myself,”

“Do what by yourself?”

“I can redo the stitches, it's not like I haven’t done it before.” Dick did not like that, if Danny had stitches himself up before that ment he’s either had wounds where’s he had to,( honestly thinking about all the scars that didn’t seem like such a wild idea) and that the reason the job on his chest was so sloppy was because he had done it himself. That also meant that dicks assumption was right and Danny had popped a few of the strands holding his chest together.

“ Oh Danny, super-star just because you can doesn’t mean you have to” he inched closer Danny’s tear stricken face finally coming into view. The freckles on the boy's face glowed, setting a soft blue-green glow across his face, his eyes still sealed shut as tears ran down his cheeks. “ Al can make sure they don’t pull, he’s pretty good actually. One time when I busted my eyebrows open he patched me up so good it didn’t even leave a scar.”

“ You had to get stitches before?” Danny sat up looking dick in eye , a confused look on his face.

“ O Yeah lots of times, sometimes we get hurt and we need help and that’s ok , usually Al is the one who helps us,” he extends a hand letting it hang in the air for Danny to grab, “ I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to help you too.”

Danny looks a dick looking for any sign of deceit or trickery. He doesn’t find it; instead he is greeted by a warm slime, a hand out stretched ready to to welcome him with open arms. He softly placed his hand in dicks. Dick softly clasped the boy's hand, leaning down to lift the kid into his arms. The room instantly lost its painful chill as Danny nestled into the man’s hold. The blood that had seeped into his shirt leaving a warm stain.

“ Did you find him?!” Duke called from the other side of the library.

“Yes Duke, can you run ahead and warn Al?” He sent a small smile to the boy in his arms .

“ Say no more!” And off Duke went, leaving dick to slowly make his way to the same bathroom from earlier. Slow as not to statel, his new treasure.

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“ Young Daniel I understand the discomfort you may be experiencing but you do have to remove the shirt for me to be of any help.” Alfred had taken the boy into that bathroom once more, the child before him still visibly nervous.

“ I want to,” the young boy played with his hands, “but not tell he goes away”

“ I do believe it’s just me and you in this room?”

“ He’s right there, I can hear him,” the boy glanced past Alfred staring at the door.

“If you don’t mind me asking, hear who exactly?”

“ The big man,” the boy says quietly, face turned towards the floor. “ He’s outside the door”

“ Do you mean Master Bruce?” Alfred sees the light coming from underneath the door shift ever so slightly, perhaps he really could hear Bruce through the door. “ If I ask him to leave, will you take your shirt off?”

Danny looked at the door Warily, “yes” the boy responded softly.

“Very well then”

Alfred swung open the door, Master Bruce right on the other side. The man had no shame as he peered over Alfred’s shoulder into the bathroom. “ Is the boy alright?“

“ I’m not quite sure, I’m afraid your presence is making the boy nervous. The boy is agitated due to your presence. It seems I must ask you to leave master bruce.”

Bruce square his shoulders obviously annoyed by the command, Damian really did pick up some of his attitude from bruce. “ Alfre-”

The butler cut him off before he could finish, “ Master Wayne,” the man's tone had gone harsh,a rarity for the old man. “ I have an injured guest in our home and I can not tend to him due to your lingering. As much as I understand your concern I demand you join the children down stairs.”

Bruce tensed at the tone shift, he may have not raised his voice but Al didn't need to. Bruce knew staying any longer would only make the butler's mood worse and Bruce did not want to be at the other end of the fallout. “Yes… Well then off I go.”

Alfred turned around sorting his expression as he looked at the child still seated on the counter. It was a good sign he was still visible even if he was hiding under the blanket that he had still refused to let go of.

“Now then, shall we get you patched up,” he made sure his voice was soft, “ if I may help you with your shirt? We don't want it to snag”

Danny popped his head out of his makeshift cloak, he looked around, his gaze landing on Alfred. He looked the man up and down, then down to his chest. Danny gave a small nod and shed his covers

Al worked slowly to pull the shirt away from the now opened wound. Some of the blood had dried causing the garment to have to be gently pulled apart from the boy's skin.

The blood on the shirt was littered on green flecks, that was paculaur? Perhaps something to do with the boy's ability? As much he wished master Tim would sleep it seems that for once Alfred had a project for him. Alfred said nothing of it however, not wanting to make the child uncomfortable.

“Now, how about we clean the wound?” The man watched the boy's expression, taking note that he seemed to show no concern for the flecks in his blood.

“Can I do it?” Danny asked softly.

“Are you sure? I would be more than happy to help.”

“Yhea, I want to do it by myself”

“Very well then, do your best and I will help if you have any issues.”

They boy reached for the items on the tray that Alfred had laid out. Then cleaned and disinfected the weeping slits, with practiced ease. It made a lot more sense how such a would seemed to show no signs of infection. Once the wound was clean the boy took care to tie up the materials in a plastic baggie. Ensuring that they didn't just lay bare in the trash.

“ Now then how about we see about closing those wounds hmmm?,” Alfred asked the boy gently. Given the Evidence it seems that the boy had done the stitches himself. If that was the case then Al definitely wanted to help him with the stitches as his work wasn’t exactly the best.

“You promise to be gentle?” he asked, light tears forming in his eyes from the sting of the Anti-septic.

“But of course I assure you that they will feel much more comfortable this time around.”

Danny leans back a little against the wall bracing himself for the pain of the process. With a practiced holding of the breath that made Al’s heart sink only further. Al had managed to get through all the stitching with nothing but a few peeps from the boy on the counter. It was only after he realized he had not even applied a numbing agent to the boy's skin.

He could expect his own grandchildren to bite their tongues and take the pain. But because they had experience, how many gashes and scrapes he had to patch. They understood it just came in the line of work that was protecting the city. But from a boy so small, so young, so frail. To just bite one’s tongue and take it. Al for the first time in a long time had an opening on his long retired hit list.

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Caffeine-High

Ok so update at the manner

You-Can’t-Hide-Your-Sins

What’s up Timbers

Disco-Never-Dies

Tim really?

GlowingTm

Yhea Tim! Dick should get the honor

The-blood-Son

Honestly this whole situation is ridiculous.

Girls-Rule

Wait what’s happening!

Certified-Zombie

Why the fuck is my phone blowing up. I didn’t want to be in the stupid “bat” kid chat

Caffeine-High

We’ll fine then Dick you can get the honors. Let’s just say mister “I’m nothing like Bruce” is just like B

Off-Record

You-Can’t-Hide-Your-Sins

Oh hi Cass! Ok so why is everyone sitting in the dining room exactly? Also Bs not facing the camera but why does he look like he’s going to have a animism.

Disco-Never-Dies

Ok babs do me a favor and mute the chat cus junks about to blow up

Caffeine-High

Coward

Disco-Never-Dies

:-p

Ok so Um long story short I may or may have not picked up a kid in an Ally

So needless to say new family member but he’s hurt and small

He’s super easy to spook

Several people are typing….

Girls-Rule

I’m sorry!

GlowingTm

Also kids a meta so I’m not the only one any more.

Off-Record

Very cute loves books

Caffeine-High

So basically dick turning in to Bruce

Disco-Never-Dies

I AM NOT!

The-blood-Son

Unfortunately Richard I’m afraid I must agree with Drake

Girls-Rule

Wait, you said he was hurt?

Hurt how?

You-Can’t-Hide-Your-Sins

Where's Alfred? And I don't see a kid on the cams.

Caffeine-High

Alfred's with the kid in the bathroom stitching him up

Certified-Zombie

Stitching him up? Just how fucked up is this kid?

Off-Record

Aww Jason you do care.

Disco-Never-Dies

Judging by the marks on his chest were pretty sure the kids had been vivisected. He popped a few stitches running away from B.

Girls-Rule

Vivisected!?

You-Can’t-Hide-Your-Sins

You said the kid was small. How small? I can't seem to get into the cam feeds? They all glitched out.

GlowingTm

Might have to do with Danny being a meta, we're not 100 percent sure what the little guy can do yet. So far we got invisibility, the ability to float, and some type of temperature thing?

Off-Record

Danny's young, about 6.

Caffeine-High

Small is the understatement of the century, the kid is tinny. Like nothing but bones.

Certified-Zombie

Ok let me get this straight, dick has picked up some kid, kids fucked up, and if scared of B?

And Bruce is over here having a big mope session?

I like this kid already, a good judge of character if he doesn’t like Bruce.

The-blood-Son

I'm sure the child's only afraid of father because father Pressed him.

Certified-Zombie

Defend Bruce all you want demon brat not changing my mind

Off-Record

Disco-Never-Dies

Al’s calling me gotta go!

Tim flicked his phone to silent and tuned his head. This night was just getting started. He glanced up and saw dick bolting up the stairs towards where Danny was. At least they were going to get to meet the kid.

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M.A.D. Misfits (10215 words) by LuckyVAR Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Original Work Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Unai (oc), Tsano (oc), Kingston (oc), Hian (oc), Arkole (oc), Rag Time (oc), Jay (OC) Additional Tags: Found Family, Tournaments, POV Multiple, Superpowers, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, character from Australia, character from Texas, Swearing, Violence, Alcohol, use of weapons, Comedy, Original Character(s) Summary: A tournament of fighters has started. Ran by M.A.D. (Mutated Arena Dueling) Corp. and their tyrant boss, Arkole, a group of fighters, consisting of Tsano, a Texan motherly figure with 8 kids, that’s in this tournament by mistake and is fighting her way to get back home, Unai, the Australian street fighter, in this tournament for the money and will stop at nothing to win, and Kingston, the son of Arkole, in this tournament by force from his father and plans to stop his tyrannical corporation once and for all. These three misfits of fighters have to work together to stop Arkole and win this tournament for the money, vengeful bliss and a ticket to freedom.

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