#Ooc::Grizzlys Growling

[loafbud]

[ Twisted Inkblot | Fanfic ]

A Splatoon + Twisted Wonderland Crossover AU

CHARACTER APPEARANCES: Neo Agent 3, Lil Buddy, Lilia Vanrouge, Mr. Grizz (mentioned only: Judd/Lil Judd, Squidbeak Splatoon, Malleus Draconia)

CONTENT WARNINGS: contains violence (fighting scenes w/ mild violence; one moment is more graphic & is not described in detail, but implied); character death; nausea mention/feeling sick

WORD COUNT: 3,882 words (21,897 characters)

A/N: ASDFGH I FINALLY WROTE IT BUT,, WHY IS THIS SO LONG,,, this was meant to be shorter tbh..... I haven't written fanfic in years dawg lol this is based on a dream i had months back (which i also drew a scene of), so everything that happens in this story actually occurred in the dream- also do expect OOC (out of character) stuff & AU/details that aren't canon (Lilia wore a red cape in his general armor + was the briar valley king in the dream, for example)

UUUH BUT YEAH IDK WHY I SPENT OVER 3 HOURS ON THIS (im too lazy to draw header art for this)

Clutching their Hero Shot, Agent 3 sprayed forth an uneven path of ink ahead of them to swim in.

Spray ink, swim, spray ink, swim… It went this way for a while. Agent 3 was beginning to lose track of time

Treading carefully along the rugged path, the inkling looked up and widened their eyes, frozen in step. Just up ahead, a figure stood in the clearing of a flat mountainous area in front of the door of the ancient sand-colored sanctuary. Agent 3 recognized the general armor shrouded by a long ponytail and crimson cape that swayed majestically in a silent breeze. A gasp caught in the agent's throat.

Lilia Vanrouge! But… why is he here?

Before Agent 3 could announce themselves, the fae spoke without looking back. "You shouldn't be here," he said coolly.

Neither should you! Agent 3 wanted to say, but bit back those words. The inkling put a firm foot forward, Lil Buddy losing his balance on top of their head. "What about Briar Valley? They need you there now more than ever!"

"It's far too dangerous for you to be here."

Agent 3 flew their gaze across their surroundings. There were no signs that an enemy was nearby; nothing looked upturned or in disarray. The sacred aura surrounding them felt still and undisturbed. The inkling looked at Lilia again and hadn't realized until now at how on-guard and tense his stance was, like he was waiting for an ambush at any moment.

Stepping closer, Agent 3 stammered. "I-I saw what happens in my timeline…"

"You shouldn't have traveled back here to the past," Lilia shot a look at Agent 3, daggers in his eyes. "You've done all that you could. There's nothing left for you to do."

"B-but…" Agent 3 reached for Lil Buddy on their head and held him in their arms, "we want to help."

Lilia fell silent for a moment, his gaze dark. After a moment, the fae lifted his chin. "As general, this is my responsibility. There's nothing you can do here."

"Me and Lil Buddy can figure out something."

"You'll only get in the way!"

Before Agent 3 could get another word in, the air began to rumble around them. Lilia shot a look towards the center of the mountainside sanctuary clearing. A dark portal manifested before them, big enough for a giant oak tree to fit in. Moments after the portal solidified, a giant figure lumbered from it, its body covered in brown fur. Agent 3's body grew cold as they recognized the grizzly bear standing before them.

Mr. Grizz!

The ominous swirling portal trickled away behind Mr. Grizz as he approached the fae and inkling, his eyes glowing a menacing red. Several other portals appeared and dispersed around him, a silver Lizalfo spawning from each one until there was a large group of them.

Lil Buddy gurgled in a growl in Agent 3's arms, but then scurried inside the agent's backpack after making eye contact with one of the menacing Lizalfos. Agent 3 could feel the smallfry trembling in fear. Glaring at the bear, they were about to reach for their Hero Shot when Lilia put a hand out to stop them, giving Agent 3 a warning look.

When Lilia looked back at Mr. Grizz, his dark red eyes gleamed with hatred. "So you've came back," he sneered.

Mr. Grizz's tone was casual, like malice hidden beneath a sheet of ice. "I'm on a tight schedule, so I'll make this quick." He gestured his hand to the doors of the mountainside sanctuary. "Allow me to obtain the Great Golden Egg to aid in my plans to keep mammals from going extinct, and me & my minions will leave you two in peace. Also, to be clear, these lizalfos aren't mammals. But they've decided to work for my cause."

Lilia gave a long, cold stare at the bear. Agent 3 wanted so bad to take their Hero Shot and teach Mr. Grizz a lesson! But they stood back and held back the urge, watching from the sidelines with Lil Buddy daydreaming.

Smoothly, the giant grizzly bear strode across the dusty clearing of the ancient sanctuary entrance as he spoke, his voice like thawing ice. "I've seen the future. It's looking rather bleak for us mammals, Mr. Vanrouge; an absolute wasteland eventually overran by sentient sea life." When Lilia sneered in silence, Mr. Grizz continued.

"I'm only helping us out. Don't you want a bright, promising future for your fae? With the Great Golden Egg in my possession, I will ensure the longevity and prosperity for all mammals. Disallowing me to do so will guarantee a mammalian mass extinction."

General Lilia's eyes were narrowed, his pointed ears perked, breathing steadied. Agent 3 could see the grip of Lilia's hand relaxed on the hilt of his weapon. Don't believe what he's saying, Agent 3 hissed mentally. Images of their timeline flashed in their mind, like a movie film riddled in dust, an aged relic left unscathed. Mr. Grizz doesn't know… but regardless of what he does, the mammalians won't make it…

And yet they recall the felines Judd and his clone Lil Judd, who are in fact mammals. A shiver trickled down their back. They remember seeing a large, towering furry figure that closely resembled the callous grizzly bear. But Mr. Grizz didn't come from Agent 3's timeline, as his timeline was here in the past. Surely that didn't mean…

Mr. Grizz's booming voice broke into their thoughts. "I take your silence that you're considering the thought," he told Lilia, who remained composed under a stern gaze.

The bear rolled his large shoulders back, trails of red mist radiating from his body, slithering over to snake around Lilia and Agent 3. The inkling and fae shared a cautious glare. Stay on guard. Lil' Buddy, oblivious to the situation, was too busy trying to lick the black-and-red streams, stretching his neck out from Agent's backpack.

"So…" Mr. Grizz's voice brought their attention back to him and when they looked at him, Lilia and Agent 3's eyes widened with horror: Mr. Grizz was headless! The dark red miasma seeped out of his neck, smoky purple clouds forming a collar. Mr. Grizz's head was on the ground by his feet, facing them with a composed smirk and eyes rimmed with pride as he continued, "…do I have your trust?"

The red miasma steamed from his eyes until it concealed his head. When the miasma cleared, his head was back in place. There was no sign of wounds, and he had no discomfort or pain in his eyes. The grizzly bear had a relaxed composure as he watched Agent 3 and Lilia frozen with fright, the smallfry salmonid unaware in his own little world.

Fear crept up Agent 3's shoulders, shuddering at the sight. H-how was he not in pain? Several steps in front of them, Lilia gasped and clenched his fists. His eyes were wide with dread, breath slow and shaky. Agent 3 felt sick. They had never seen the general this shaken before.

When Lilia spoke, his voice was teetering on the edge with disgust. "You… you made a deal with the devil after all!"

A haughty laugh thundered in Mr. Grizz's chest. "Correct," he chimed. "If I were to face anyone in opposition to my plans, I needed the necessary power to put 'em in there place."

The silver lizalfos squawked and chattered in clamorous victor. Lilia staggered forward and Agent 3 thought he was about to fall. But then the General fae's body tensed as he clutched his weapon hilt, his bangs casting a shadow across an unreadable expression. For a moment, Lilia seemed to stunned to speak. But when he finally spoke, his voice was ice. "You know… for a second, I considered your plan of action. Considered forming an alliance, even. And now I'm hearing you've formed an alliance with an enemy-" Lilia unsheathed his weapon, lunging forward in a snarl. "I will not let mammalians be saved under your govern, Demon King Grizz!"

Agent 3 reached for their Hero Shot but their body grew numb. "I-if Mr. Grizz formed an alliance with the devil," they murmured under their breath, voice quivering. "Then… that means… th-that means… Mr. Grizz is the Demon King…!"

BOOM!

Mr. Grizz swung a burly arm at the lunging fae, sending him to land on the ground with a crude thud. "You're right on the money, fae," Mr. Grizz spat in a wicked grin. "I've gained the new title of Demon King, and you will respect me as such! But oh, I see you've made yourself clear as to where you stand… therefore-" his face gnarled in a menacing toothy smile, eyes blazing with crimson malice "-you are an obstacle in my plans."

Lilia shot back up on his feet in the blink of an eye, vigor burning bright in his wild eyes. "Ah, a fight," he sneered. "I haven't had good combat since fighting off those five Lynels! Hraaaah!"

Agent 3 watched from the distance as Lilia whirred around Mr. Grizz like a hawk, landing blows and strikes on the Demon King. Mr. Grizz barely budged from his spot, a wicked smug look plastered on his face as he casually lifted his large hands, countering the strikes. The confrontation was short-lived when the demon bear scored his claws down Lilia's side, piercing his armor.

"Vanrouge!" Agent 3 shouted, fear glazing their eyes.

Dust clouded the air from the impact of Lilia's fall, catching in his throat and making him cough. Sprawled flat on the ground, Lilia propped himself up on a trembling arm as he breathed heavily, winded from Mr. Grizz's attack. Agent 3 clutched their Hero Shot firmly, gritting their teeth. Lilia's face was obscured by his long hair, disheveled from the combat. Come on… they hissed in thought. Get back up… don't give up now!

Almost as if the fae heard their troubled thoughts, he was beginning to rise himself up. But just as he was about to kneel back up, the towering grizzly bear sent a heavy kick to his side, sending Lilia stumbling back on the ground.

No!

Bellowing in laughter, Mr. Grizz stepped next to the wounded Lilia as the Lizalfos around them began chittering. "Can't you see," Mr. Grizz snickered. "You are powerless against me." A silver Lizalfo scurries over to grab the end of Lilia's bright crimson cape, studying it with curious eyes as the grizzly bear continued. "Oh, how unfortunate of an opportunity you passed. We're on common ground! And yet you chose to play a moral high and stand in my way. How foolish of a General the fae will see you as… they'd see me as a better fit for their ruler."

With a grunt, Lilia propped himself up on a weak elbow and turned his head on a stiff neck, eyes clouded and glaring up at the grizzly Demon King. "Foolish bear," he spat, chuckling sickly. "You have a beehive in your brain if you think they'll take orders from a bear."

Suddenly, darkness clouded over Mr. Grizz's gaze. His expression was unreadable as his body began glowing crimson, dark miasma and black streams steaming from him. The growing energy around him send a burst of wind that nearly knocked Agent 3 on the ground. They dug their heels in the ground and covered their face with an arm, Lil Buddy ducking in the backpack. Lilia remained on the ground, his intense gaze ingrained on the Demon King. Chattering rose from the Lizalfos dispersed around them, hopping in place with excitement. The air around them grew thick with malice, the skies becoming swallowed by red clouds shrouding the afternoon sunlight. It didn't take long for everything to become engulfed in a dark crimson lighting.

When the miasma cleared, the appearance of Mr. Grizz had changed: he had glowing purple streams of long hair that flowed like flames, his chin covered in the same purple matter; tufts of it flared out on top of his head. His shoulders were broad and his eyes glared a menacingly bright yellow. Once the miasma's energy burst died down, he lifted an arm to the side. The air above his palm swirled with red sparks as he summoned a crimson-red scythe nearly the length of his body, the blade in a thick sheen. Gripping the scythe radiating with darkness, the Demon King bear looked down at Lilia as his face twisted in the vilest grin Agent 3's ever seen in their life.

"'They won't take orders from a bear', huh? Ok. Well let's test that theory, shall we?"

Mr. Grizz clasped both hands on the scythe hilt firmly. Rolling his shoulders back, he rose his scythe in the air, his eyes growing wilder and wilder. Agent 3 felt sick.

"No!" they wailed. "General, get up! Get up, get up!"

A nearby lizalfo leapt in front of them and, before the inkling could react, the monster lashed its thick tail at Agent's head, knocking them down on the ground. At the same moment, Agent 3 heard a sickly sound followed by a bloodcurdling wail from Lilia. They couldn't look. They couldn't look…

They couldn't look.

There was nothing they could do.

A sharp wave of nausea overwhelmed Agent 3. More and more lizalfos began spawning around them, concealing the brutal onslaught that Mr. Grizz unleashed on Lilia Vanrouge. The world was beginning to spin around Agent 3. Shifting into their squid form, the inkling super-jumped away from the mountainside clearing. They needed to get away fom the sanctuary. Far away.

...

Hours had seemed to pass after dozens of super-jumps. Even from here, the red skies stretched across overhead, and Agent 3 could hear the distance sneers of lesser monsters in the distance. Agent 3 reached the isolated forest that governed the time portal that lead to the future, Agent 3 and Lil Buddy's timeline.

After what had happened, Agent 3 wanted nothing more to do than to wail to the heavens and hope for a hole to appear beneath them. But they clutched their Hero Shot, eyes heavy with misery. They traveled back in time to defeat Mr. Grizz from affecting their timeline, but he evolved into the Demon King and slayed General Lilia.

I failed!

Agent 3's eyes were glued heavily to the whirling, brilliant time portal. Do I even want to go back? How much different would the world be in my timeline? Would it change at all? Or would it be the reflection become the reflection of my failures?

Lil Buddy leapt out of their backpack, landing softly on the low vibrant grass. He garbled in a murmur, staring at the inkling with a worried look. Lil Buddy shuffled over, nuzzling their muzzle against Agent 3's ankle, but the inkling was too deep in emotional thought to notice.

Furrowing their eyebrows, Agent 3 gave one long look at their Hero Shot before flinging it behind them, not looking back as it landed somewhere by a berry bush. Lil Buddy jumped in fright at the sudden action. He warbled a sound of concern before Agent 3 made powerful strides towards the time portal. Scurrying in circles, Lil Buddy seemed to go 'Wait! Your Hero Shot!' as he scampered after them in a hurry. Right before walking into the portal, Agent 3 halted, their tentacle swaying to a halt, barely bushing the portal entrance. They closed their eyes shut, fighting back a stray tear coming from their eyes. With their fists clenched, they stared down wildly into to the shining pathway inside the portal.

Whatever lied beyond that path… it was their home in a changed world.

Agent 3 readied themselves to jump, Lil Buddy leaping up to grab their shoulder tightly, and staggered into the time portal. The portal shrieked with light, filling their ears and spreading blinding light into their vision until their world was covered in white light and they lost track of time.

...

Bright white light ebbed away into clear blue skies as Agent 3 and Lil Buddy flew out of the time portal, which was a short height off the ground. Even grass softened their landing with a thump. Lil Buddy landed on his back and he wriggled himself back up, hopping in place while warbling with excitement. Agent 3 sat up with a groan, rubbing the brilliant lights of the time portal away from their eyes. After they recovered, their hearing was met was the cheery music of birdsong in the distance and just began taking notice of their surroundings:

They sat in a vast field, a bright royal castle sitting atop vibrant grasslands with a garden maze in front of the courtyard. Trees lined the horizon far out and around the fields. The air felt unruffled, as though it was a world coaxed in tranquility.

Agent 3 finally stood up on their feet, a look of confusion across their face. The location was the same before they jumped to the past, but the castle wasn't there before. Was this the right timeline?

Looking closer, Agent 3 could see two jellyfish guards standing on either side of the castle's front gates, but in the courtyard there were a small crowd of humans flocking around in a fair chatter. Agent 3 staggered back. The humans survived! A gasp of astonishment caught in their throat. But there's also jellyfish! So does that mean Mr. Grizz plan worked? But why is everything so peaceful? And why are there jellyfish? What about the other mammals? What about the species from my timeline? How's the Squidbeak Splatoon?

Sharing a look of surprise with Lil Buddy, they stumbled forward in a dash closer to the bushes that lined the courtyard's gates. They neared the edge of the hedge that stopped by the front gates, giving the two a better, closer view at the brilliant courtyard. Agent 3 was able to study the humans in more detail. Their heart skipped a beat.

Those aren't humans… they're fae!

The crowd had grown a little more since the inkling and smallfry arrived without being seen. The chattering steadied into silence as a voice began speaking up ahead of the crowd. It sounded like they were holding some sort of ceremony, or an important meeting. Whatever it was, the energy in the air felt airy and easygoing.

Cheering and an applause followed shortly after and died down as the speaker continued in a light voice that carried in the clear air. Agent 3 looked down at Lil Buddy, who was gnawing at the leaves in the hedge. "I thought… I thought Demon King Grizz was going to wipe us out in exchange of keeping mammals existing. But-"

A shriek followed by several murmurs of shock from the crowd cut off Agent 3. When the Agent saw spooked them: one of the fae had turned into a tombstone standing in the ground! But that's not all… the tombstone lulled idly in low, sweeping voice, singing ominously. The faes' voices rose in a cacophony of panic and astonishment.

"What's going on?" "N-no… it can't be!" "But… but this only happens when…" "Where's Lilia Vanrouge?" "Didn't he travel to the past for an important mission?"

The air grew cold.

Agent 3, who was kneeling behind the bush, almost stumbled back. General Vanrouge? He existed during my timeline in the future? But he told me he didn't come from this timeline!

Their thoughts were racing until gasps came from the crowd again. Another fae became a singing tombstone. Then two more. Then eight. Their joined voices formed a looming choir, the clear blue skies smiling down on the fae whose eyes were wide with dread.

The fae from before who was the announcer finally spoke up, their voice low and unsteady. "The Choir of Tombstones… a widespread phenomenon passed down as stories since ancient times. It's said to only happen if the fae kingdom is left without a fitting leader to rule it, and the tombstones sing the song of mourning for their fallen king. If Lilia Vanrouge traveled to the past weeks back and the Choir of Tombstones are appearing, that only means…" The fae's voice choked. "King Vanrouge is dead!"

The sounds of Mr. Grizz slaying Lilia rung in the back of Agent 3's mind, and they had to fight back the urge to puke. The inkling couldn't see the announcer fae, but assumed they too had turned into a droning tombstone, from the cries of exclamations from the remaining fae.

The ground began to rumble and before Agent 3 could move away from the hedge, a burst of red-and-black miasma burst from the castle door, sending the jellyfish guards flying. The force sent a gust of wind that felt all too familiar to when Mr. Grizz gained his newfound demon powers. The debris from the shattered castle door was scattered across the courtyard, the fae shouting and scurrying around in fright.

When the red miasma cleared, standing there was a broad, towering figure that Agent 3 thought they'd never have to see again. To make matters worse, the ominous choir that mourned over Lilia's murder seemed to be fanfare for his grand entrance.

Demon King Grizz!

But he wasn't facing them- his back was turned. Flowing along with his glowing purple hair was a long, crimson cape he adorned. It looked tattered and it was torn in a few places. Suddenly, Agent 3 grew sick in the stomach and immediately recognized the cape. It was Lilia Vanrouge's cape.

In the midst of panicked murmuring and gasps, several fae exclaimed all at once.

"Who is that?!" "Is that the Demon King that was prophesized in the stories?" "I thought bears went extinct?"

Mr. Grizz didn't look back, the crimson-red cape flowing behind him with power. As he spoke, the ominous choir gradually grew louder as, one by one, more fae turned into tombstones. "The fae stole the Great Golden Egg from me. And look what it costed them! They converted the Golden Egg into energy to fuel their own devices, and elected Malleus Draconia as their new king! That blasted fae king put me in a three-thousand-year sleep. But finally… finally, my time has come to arise from my imprisonment and finish what I started!"

The last remaining fae, legs trembling in fear, clasped his fists together and lifted his chin in a weak attempt to look brave. "You won't rule us," the fae spat. "O-our leader Lilia Vanrouge may have been slain. But we have Malleus Draconia! When he's back from his journey, he'll put an end to you! A-and he'll become our new k-" The fae's voice faded and joined in with the choir as he became a tombstone. The choir seemed to fade… before looping back around singing their mournful song.

Chills sent down Agent 3's tentacles when Mr. Grizz responded with a chuckle as frozen as ice. When he turned around to face the crowd of singing tombstones, he wore a wicked grin, fangs glinting in the light. He put his head in his large hand, chest heaving with booming laughter, throwing his head back with a crazed expression. As his laughter stopped, he dropped his gaze to face directly towards where Agent 3 and Lil Buddy was hiding.

"I've arrived."

#fanfiction #fanfic #splatoon #twisted wonderland #twst #twst fanfic #splatoon fanfic #neo agent 3 #lilia vanrouge #mr grizz #splatoon lil buddy #cw violence #cw character death #cw nausea #GOD WHY IS THIS OVER 3K WORDS LONG LOL

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Picture with me. Mt Ormond Legion gets the map. They see what they think is a new cosmetic of like a fur coat. They go to taunt. An actual bear rears up and looks at them. Legion bolts and does not want to be injured by a grizzly. Lets survivors know from out of stabbing distance of the bear.

[bless u anon for feeding my dbd crack needs. you didn’t say which legion you wanted so have some rat boy frank!]

swearing ahead! also ooc but what else is new lol

Frank VS bear: ficlet/crack

Seeing the mist fade as he’s teleported into a trial, the familiar chilly mountain air seeps though Frank’s mask. He spins his knife and hums in content, glancing around at the grounds of the ski lodge he knows like the back of his hand.

“Fuck yeah, home advantage,” Frank grins to himself, starting the trek through the thin layer of snow towards the far side of the map where his annoying little survivor prey usually spawn.

He cuts through a jungle gym, slowing down once he spots something through the window. Is that a fucking fur jacket? Frank suppresses a snicker while imagining which of the survivor pricks the new outfit belongs to. Maybe bird boy wanted to look even more like a caveman? Or the sleazy gambler thought it’d go well with his trashy fucking sequin pants?

He doesn’t get any answers, as the person doesn’t seem to be moving, just crouching a ways off from the window trying to hide. He knows his heartbeat range is tiny, courtesy of the Doc’s teachings, so maybe the fucker has spine chill? Frank sidesteps the wall, walking backwards around the corner so as not to alert the skittish survivor.

“Hey fuckface, the 50′s called--” Frank taunts, finally turning around and raising his knife, ready to surprise the living shit out of--

Frank’s grin drops as he comes face to face with a fucking bear holy fucking shit! The bear growls before standing up on its hind legs and roaring--

Frank nearly shits his pants and scurries through the window in a frenzy, dropping his weapon while fumbling through the opening in a panic. He bolts out of the jungle gym, sprinting towards the other side of the map as fast as his legs will carry him.

His heart is pounding in his ears and he has no idea if the bear is following him. Frank braves a glance over his shoulder and-- “Shit!” --trips over some inconveniently placed rubble, landing flat on his face in the snow with his mask falling off from the impact and sliding away on the icy ground. Fuck! Fuck! Frank looks up, frantically trying to spot the animal chasing him, but ends up freezing from mortification instead.

Not even five feet to his side, three survivors are crouching beside a generator, having stopped dead in their repairs to stare at him with varying levels of disbelief. For a few painful seconds Frank just awkwardly stares back at the familiar faces of fellow Ormondian Jeff, that tired bitch, Quentin, and wannabe Oprah--Jane? The silence is uncomfortable as nobody moves a muscle, the only sound being the slow putter from the generator.

“AHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Quentin, the little shit, finally bursts out and actually doubles over from laughter beside the machine. Frank feels his rage flare up and fuck that bitch is getting stabbed-- “Hey kid, you alright?” Jeff offers and approaches Frank, extending a hand to help the other up. Frank snaps out of it and springs to his feet, reminded of the impending doom of the bear chasing him. “Bear! BEAR!!!” Frank yells, grabbing the bearded man by the shoulders and shaking him violently. “Stop insulting him, you homophobic piece of--” Jane starts angrily, forcefully yanking Frank off of the artist. “No you dumb bitch, an actual grizzly! It almost fucking ate me!” Frank explains in panic, slapping at the woman’s arm until she lets him go. “What the heck are you on about??” Jane demands, rubbing at her arm where Frank landed a decent punch. “He’s probably tripping,” Quentin deadpans, having recovered from his laughing fit and now back on the generator. “You know, on more than his own feet,” he adds, snickering. “Shut the fuck up Smith--” ”Where did you see the bear?” Jeff asks with a serious tone, placing a calming hand on Frank’s shoulder. Frank recoils away from the touch in disgust. ”On the other side of the lodge, near... I think by the snow cannon,” Frank explains, wracking his panicked brain for information. ”Would you show me?” Jeff asks. ”Hell no! I ain’t getting eaten!” Frank protests angrily. ”Like it'd want your skinny ass anyway,” Quentin quips. Frank whips around, ready to throw fists, when Jeff fucking touches him again ugh-- ”We’ll try to spot it from the lodge balcony where it’s safe,” Jeff explains, reassuring hand on Franks bicep and shooting a warning look Quentin’s way. ”Jeff why are you humoring him? Surely it’s a trap,” Jane demands, hands on her hips and giving Frank the stink eye. ”Can’t you see how scared he is?” Jeff argues. ”I’m not fucking scared--” Frank starts, blood boiling and face heating up in embarrassment. “You guys work on the gens on this side while we check it out,” Jeff again interrupts his tantrum, leading Frank to the lodge with a strong grip on his arm. Frank doesn’t protest (much), kind of glad to be rid of the two bitches by the gen.

He follows Jeff to the second floor of the lodge, and soon they’re looking around for the bear from the balcony. Frank spots it, almost at the exact same location as before, frantically pulling at Jeff’s sleeve and pointing at the animal.

“Holy shit,” Jeff says, astonished. “Why did the entity put a bear here?” “I don’t fucking know! What the fuck are we gonna do?? I can’t kill you or the bear, I dropped my knife earlier!" Frank rambles angrily. “I don’t think you’re supposed to kill anything,” Jeff says, thoughtful. “You know, there’s only three of us in the trial today.” Before Frank has an opportunity to demand what the fuck Jeff is on about, the man says something that makes his blood run cold: ”I think the bear is the killer. And you’re... a survivor.” “Bull-fucking-shit I’m a pussy survivor!” Frank protests angrily. “And even if I was--which I’m not... why?” “Entity parenting?” Jeff suggests. “It’s probably sick of you being a brat.” “I fucking hate you,” Frank says, giving his dirtiest glare. “The second I get my knife back--” “Sure kid,” Jeff says and has the audacity to smile. “Now let’s go find the others.”

They find Quentin and Jane on a different generator than before. Jeff explains the situation, causing Quentin to, predictably, burst out in laughter.

“It’s not fucking funny--” Frank hisses. “Oh my god I’m so done with this entity bullshit,” Jane sighs tiredly, pinching the bridge of her nose. “What am I even supposed to do!?” Frank demands, crossing his arms and staring at the trio with barely concealed hatred. “You’re supposed to help us out with wholesome magical teamwork!” Quentin beams, clearly getting off on his misery. “Or y’know, get mauled to death by the grizzly. Your choice.” “Quentin, stop picking a fight and show Frank how to fix the gen. Me and Jane will handle the ones that are closer to the bear,” Jeff decides. “Fuck no I ain’t staying with this cunt!” Frank exclaims, mortified. “Works for me,” Quentin shrugs, ignoring Frank and merely offering a wave as Jeff and Jane take off.

After Frank reluctantly listens to Quentin’s half-assed instructions and crouches down to touch the generator in disgust, the annoying teen thankfully shuts up. For a while Frank tries his best to stay focused on the machine, his leg jumping in pent-up energy as his thoughts flutter between the threat of the bear, his rage for the entity’s stunt, the uncertainty of what’s to come after this trial--

“Motherfucker!” Frank curses at the machine as it explodes under his hands. “You know,” Quentin says absently, not even acknowledging his failure. “You should ditch the fugly mask more often. Makes you almost tolerable to look at,” he challenges with a smirk. “Maybe you should have it, fuck knows you need it more with a mug like that,” Frank shoots back without missing a beat, ducking behind the generator to hide a grin. His foot stops twitching and he realizes it’s much easier to focus when he has someone to banter with.

Later, when the stupid generators are done and there’s no sign of the bear, they regroup with Jeff and Jane (ugh) in an already opened exit. Frank grimaces as Jeff tries to give him some cringy heartfelt compliment, before flipping Jane off when the woman tries to start an apology. Jane huffs in annoyance while Jeff merely chuckles, leading Jane into the exit, both of them disappearing into the void.

“I wonder what’s gonna happen once you get out,” Quentin muses, leaning against the gate panel and not seeming in any hurry to leave. “You think this was a one-off?” “I sure fucking hope so,” Frank mutters, not eager to repeat this dumb practical joke of the entity. “You didn’t actually do terrible today, rat boy,” Quentin quips with a grin. “Says the raccoon,” Frank mutters, turning away as he feels his neck heating up from a single half-assed compliment. Where’s his fucking mask when you need it?? “Eh, raccoons are kinda cute. I’ll take it,” Quentin says, thankfully ignoring his embarrassment. “More like stinky and a pain in the ass.” ”None of those are mutually exclusive,” Quentin jokes, before looking back into the snowy map in thought. “Going back for your mask still?” he asks, with barely concealed... worry? ”Nah, Susie’ll make another,” Frank remarks, ignoring the other’s sudden interest in his well-being. “Maybe you should do this more often,” Quentin says. “Get rid of the mask and, y’know, stabbing. Might even make some friends.” “I don’t need friends,” Frank scoffs. He has his Legion, why would he want to play family with the survivors?

Quentin--smirks?--which is definitely not the reaction Frank was anticipating. Frank suddenly realizes he’s been standing way too close to Quentin for acceptable bro-range and the other is looking at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Frank feels his face heat up and an insult dies on his tongue. Quentin opens his mouth to say something, but seems to notice something behind Frank as his eyes go comically wide.

“FUCK, THE BEAR!!” Quentin yells and Frank bearly has time to turn around to see the massive animal come barreling towards them before Quentin is pulling on his jacket, making them both stumble and nearly trip over each other as they fall into the safety of the exit gate threshold.

[is frank a) a bi disaster b) terrible at making friends or c) all of the above? also where do i sign to let jeff adopt legion]

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