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whatudottu · 8 months

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Bare with me, I've got an idea that combines TFP Shockwave's invention of the cortical psychic patch, what motivation a Shattered Glass Shockwave might have made it, plus more broad cybertronian biology headcanons and how it lead to the invention of the cortical psychic patch in the first place-

Um... let's go!

To start, let's go in reverse order by talking cybertronian biology, or more specifically the more wire based functions of a more literal less sex version of interface panels. Because cybertronians are biomechanical aliens who's only method of 'reproduction' canonically (in most series) is through being birthed by the planet itself - on hold while Primus and Cybertron are dead - when I say 'interface panels' I mean panels housing plugs and ports that are typically there for medical stuff and otherwise data transfers or for use in hardware depending on the individual. The number of panels is relatively consistent and the number of in/out connections depends on the size of the bot (more for larger frames, less for smaller) and are kinda paired to whatever systems they are nearest location wise; two on either side of the hips or one each at the top of the legs, two on either side of the chest or one each at the top of the arms.

Depending on the location you can read the diagnostics of that part of the frame in more detail than if you tried investigating the same part in an entirely different panel; you're gonna get a more accurate read on damages to the left arm in the left arm panels then you are on the right leg. And for particular frames, the interface panels are used to control objects using the relevant limb or part - like a robotic arm to lift things heavier than your frame can handle - and probably even to have your frame be used AS a limb; combiner limbs would connect to whoever's the main body and interface with the relevant limb panel.

But there are panels that are explicitly medical use only, that being internal panels adjunct to the sparkchamber as well as another for specific monitoring of a cybertronian's organs, and paneling at the back of the helm or where it meets the neck for the processor and all the delicate software it holds. Bots with medical programing like Ratchet can interface with those panels directly in the event of a lack of resources (AKA the entirety of Transformers: Prime), and in fact the panel along the sparkchamber would be the easiest way to get a general systems check on a patient. Mecha like Knock Out who may or may not have actual history with being a medical doctor probably would have a harder time directly interfacing with the more delicate sparkchamber, organ, and processor panels, but he and Ratchet (and other bots with even the vaguest sense of medical training) can set up a line running to a monitor or sparkreader or any other medical hardware to fully take in a data analysis, even if it means more resources are used or that vulnerabilities could be introduced.

To the processor panel, much like brain surgery you kinda need a signal in the first place in order to get a read on it's damages, hardware or software. A spark read can let you know if the body is alive and all the damages that IT can diagnose for a general check, but operating on an offline or barely awake processor can lead to issues that you may not even be aware of at the time of procedure. It's why a direct connection (with appropriate medical coding) is better for processor diagnosis as the hardware bypass might have a signal delay between patient and doctor.

And here's where the cortical psychic patch comes in.

When Megan was otherwise comatose, the cortical psychic patch was able to allow access into his processor that had been percolating with activity (one described by Knock Out to be like 'a dream he may never wake from'), and though far from being an actual medical use of the patch it did allow for a non-medical bot to access the processor of a very much comatose patient. It was even Ratchet himself - resident medic of the Autobots - that knew how to create the patch even if it was banned for Autobot use.

Keeping in this reverse order, perhaps a SG Shockwave had invented the cortical psychic patch for an intended medical use, a tool meant for mecha who may not have been forged nor coded to BE medics but have enough training to be such (typically self-taught in the early stages of revolution, then mentored by forged medics when the war really picked up speed) in order to allow direct access to the processor interface panel. The design of it would be - rather than a plug that just magnetically sticks on to the back of a cybertronian's head - would be a series of plugs and ports of mostly universal design, adjustable to a degree for multiple frames, allowing the medic irrespective of coding to have full access to diagnose what the fuck is up with the processor.

Unfortuneately for SG Shockers (and fully intentional by TFP Shockwave) the patch isn't quite as synonymous as the medic's coding is to processor interfacing, being rather invasive of a connection even as it is, let alone the patch being more of a hardware connection which in of itself introduces vulnerabilities. Heck, it's not even safe for the operator themselves to use the patch, seeing as how Bumblebee got a head full of Megan; I mean, Bumblebee isn't a trained medic, but the fact that it happened at all is evidence to it's flaws. And that's to a patient who isn't of mind enough to struggle, Shockwave himself says that resisting the patch may cause damage to the patient/subject, combine that with the second option of 'let it happen and let them walk unabated in your head' and you're pretty much shit out of luck.

The base Shockwave would most certainly be fully aware of the intent, a direct hardline to an individual's processor is most definitely a connection to some very vulnerable software and thus information, the cortical psychic patch probably battling a lot of firewalls off with the ease of a medical interface. And in the base TFP universe, Autobots with only recent war-based medical training as opposed to previous education probably early on DID resort to using the patch as a crutch, Ratchet after all knew how to make one. It's probably a combination of Shockwave's brutal interrogation method USING the cortical psychic patch and the relatively inexperienced Autobot medics opting to use direct processor interface rather than the comparably safer hardware bypass that lead to it's banned status in the Autobot ranks, too many 'Bots were having trauma responses at the hands of young medic's servo's who didn't know any better and actively resisting the patch, which just so happened to lead to more Autobot casualties and thus probably shellshocking the medics in training to get them to fear the daunting prospect of actually losing a patient by THEIR OWN hands.

It's one thing to be using a tool made by someone who has been known to do lots of dubious shit, it's another to see a tool that you made to help be manipulated into an interrogation technique, made all the worse now that you have significantly more emotional capacity to not only feel guilty but feel solely responsible for the patch induced trauma of your own allies; the cortical psychic patch was banned by the Shattered Glass Decepticons for about similar reasons, but it's near worse for a lot of medics (even the experienced ones) had been relying on it solely for the fact that they weren't forged with the coding. The stagnated use of the cortical psychic patch in the base verse was mostly because Shockwave himself had been the inventor of it and main user of the patch, the Autobots avoiding it's use for the ban and the Decepticons not very experienced with the tool. In Shattered Glass however, the only real limit to it's perpetuity would be if the Autobots managed to learn how to create the patch at all, which if even in the base verse Ratchet knew how to make one, probably means that there's more than enough patch use in SG even if Shockwave gets caught in a spacebridge explosion or not.

And that's that I think- funny to talk about interface panels in a transformers post without doing it in a sex way haha- I just want these guys to be alien 😫

#shockwave #tfp shockwave #shattered glass #tfp shattered glass #transformers #tfp #maccadam #xenobiology #i like to conceptualise that there are 6-8 maybe interface panels at a minimum #with a number of ports and plugs that i haven't determined yet but maybe depending on what panel 4ish? idk #i would probably not count because the number might seem off so i'll just say that there's probably a few each #even though i mentioned interface panels in more of a machine or medical way i guess technically it can be used for recreation #those tend to be the external panels though or if 'intimate' aka low-key dangerous and definitely vulnerable #it would be through the sparkchamber panel/s that a doctor would not recommend you doing all willy nilly #even though ko actually goes ahead and implies 'interfacing' is akin to human sex (see 'plus one')#i do believe it's more 'how do i translate what i see to what words i know' plus 'this is a kids show we can't say sex'#the act of connecting one person to another? interfacing #because these bitches are alien they still have interfacing panels in altmode #it's wherever their limbs go and if their spark is anywhere near where the people go #since two wheelers and open four wheelers (like quad bikes and technically dune buggies) don't have a cabin #you're not gonna particularly find any paneling inside a cockpit or under a roof #you could probably have some 'technically' internal panels but functionally not not THE internal panels #internal panels would be actual organ and brain stuff not paneling that happens to reside inside a cockpit or in a dashboard #all these tags are talking about the details of interface panels i realise this post isn't completely about the panels #i would say in recreational interfacing between bots or through hardware you're not gonna be able to access a lot of stuff medics can #unless you're a super hacker like soundwave your firewalls prevent fuckers from reading your mind and can only really be described as #feeling what it's like to have another person's frame which is- technically intimate i suppose #sparkchamber to sparkchamber you might get some extra with the same stipulation that sparkchamber panels offer a global general check #still up to the behest of actual medical coding (or hacker mode) to get actually 'interactive' between systems but you get a bit more info #on the other through sparkchamber connections

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artintoysseo · 6 months

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petersmith1998 · 8 months

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onlyhappyvibes · 1 year

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celestialwhoree · 2 months

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how about a reader x simon riley but reader has a big family. im talking 4 brothers and 2 sisters type shit. loving parents and a pet dog or cat for whoever still lives in the house. i already planned out backstories and stuff but i wanna see your take on this

this is so cute baby, but I'm like the least qualified person to write this I've got no siblings, although I do have two dogs, a cat and a horse.

I feel like, for Simon, he really doesn't want to meet readers family at first. His own were ripped away from him and he still struggles to accept that he'll never het them back.

But, for his partner, he'll do anything, even if that means going and staying with their family at their massive farm for a week, then that's what he'll do.

Obviously, they warn him well in advance of their hectic family, tell him that if it gets too much at any point to just tell them and they'll take a breather, maybe book a hotel for the night, or hell, even sleep in the barn like they did when their siblings fought.

Upon arrival, Simon's first thought is just how homey readers childhood home is. A big converted barn with a wraparound porch and a woman sat on the swing in the shade with a baby on her hip and a collie at her feet.

Reader perks up immediately, running to their sister and their niece, being wrapped up in a huge hug, the type that Simon (although he'll never admit) will always miss.

Reader will give Simon, who looks like a lost puppy, a little nod to join them, and readers sister already has him in a bone crushing hug, surprising for a woman of her size, and one holding a baby at that.

"Si! This is my sister Cassie, and her daughter Emmeline." Reader'll muse, squishing the tiny toddlers cheeks between their fingers, before pottering inside with an "We're home!" We're.

Reader's parents are equally as welcoming, and their two brothers also take a total shine to Simon, asking if he's ever Benn quad biking or if he wants to play paintball.

The lot of them come in covered head to toe in fluorescent blue paint, all except for Simon, who just stands there smugly, giving reader a little wink like his paintball skills are some strange attempt at wooing them.

Mealtimes are always wonderful, despite the ruckus of all - however many there are - of them.

Simon also learns where reader got their cooking skills from, and their mom is constantly plying him with inordinate amounts of food.

He also perpetually has to look at where he's walking, lest he step on a cats tail or dogs paw or kids toy.

He and reader spend their days laying in the sun and picking vegetables for their mom to cook with, taking the dogs for a walk or babysitting their siblings kids.

Simon realises, perhaps for the first time in his life, that just because he had one family taken away, it doesn't mean that he doesn't deserve another.

⊹˚. ౨ৎ

Did not mean for this to go in the direction that it went in but oh well !

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f0point5 · 1 month

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With all the posts about Max’s first win I can’t stop thinking about how Y/N was feeling because it was still their feud era 🥺

do you have any headcanons about it?

I always had a rough idea of what happened after he won, I think it’s mentioned in the smau but I actually had some more detailed thoughts when I saw the reel on Max’s insta so…

Enjoy 🧡

Ps. Please ignore slight inaccuracies, I didn’t check the layout of the track’s parc fermé before writing this lol

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It’s your dad who drags you to yet another race under the guise of actually seeing you for more than thirty minutes at an airport. You hardly bother being upset. The kid he wishes was his is entering his first race for Red Bull Racing, you weren’t expect him to spend the whole weekend with you while that was happening.

Of course Max goes and wins it.

The moment he takes the chequered flag and the garage erupts into noise that can’t even be softened by your headphones, you want to roll your eyes, but you can’t. You’re not sure why your heart is thundering in your chest and you’re lightheaded, but you can’t think straight to figure it out. You don’t even like the guy.

Later, you’ll realise it’s because for all the dislike, awkwardness, and misunderstanding, there’s one thing you know about Max Verstappen, and it’s that he deserves this. He’s deserved it since he was racing around on his stupid little quad bike right over your foot. He deserved it after every win and every rare loss. Every time you watched him load his kart into that battered van when his dad wouldn’t let anyone help him, every time he turned away from anyone who might notice he was crying after Jos spoke to him, every time he stood on that top step looking not happy, just relieved.

You don’t even realise you’re crying until Geri Horner hands you a tissue with a soft smile before she runs off to join her husband. You follow her out to parc fermé where Max is already out of the car, mobbed by people. Barriers aren’t keeping anyone away from F1’s story of the decade.

You’re making your way through the throngs of people without any clear idea of why. You’re not even sure you’re breathing. Your brain certainly feels short of oxygen. Max has his back to you as he talks to one of his pit crew, gesticulating wildly as the guy shakes him by the shoulder.

It takes pretty much all the courage you’ve ever had to tap him on the shoulder. Something in you is surprised he turns to look at you.

“Congratulations,” you say, past a lump in your throat.

He doesn’t say anything. His smile doesn’t fall, but his eyebrows raise, like in this sea of people congratulating him he’s surprised that you did.

“Uh, thanks,” he says squeezing the back of his flushed neck. Even with a grin he can’t dull, he manages to look so damn awkward, and he can’t meet your eyes. “It was a good race, huh?” He snorts out a chuckle like he’s just one a 100 metre dash at a school sports day.

“Oh, fucking hell, Max,” you scoff as you take hold of his wrist and pull him into a hug, one he returns so quickly it makes you laugh, shaking against him.

You squeeze him tighter and he responds in kind. You laugh again, and this time you feel him laughing, too. Maybe something in his sweat transmits his adrenaline, or the heady atmosphere of success just takes over and you lose your mind, because you find yourself wondering what would happen if you just never let him go.

It’s Jos who pulls you apart, giving his son one more hug before pushing him off to where the team is waiting to celebrate with him again. He even turns to you and gives a squeeze around the shoulder and a kiss to the crown of your head, which feels a little like being kissed by the pope.

You shrink back into the crowd of people as photographers move past you to get closer for more pictures. Max doesn’t even seem to notice them, talking to Helmut Marko and his dad, looking like he’s walking on air. You imagine he must feel weightless. You know that for some reason, you do.

“He’s phenomenal,” your dad says beside you. It’s a dig at you, but you don’t even care.

“Yeah,” you agree, watching Max hugging his race engineer, “he is.”

He may be an arrogant dick, but his talent is something you see once in a lifetime if you’re lucky, and today you feel lucky. Your dad may never forgive you for not having talent like that but right then you promise to stop hating Max just because he does.

You’ll never be friends. You’ll never have more in common than a childhood that shattered you and made him invincible. You’ll probably never stop wondering what it’s like to be him.

But when you see him stand on that top step for what you know won’t be the last time, you cheer.

#max Verstappen x reader

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katyawriteswhump · 26 days

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power of love, part 15

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 16

(also on AO3 here and as part of my steve whump fic series)

Steve’s back in the loggers’ cabin. He’s kissing Eddie stupid, and he’s loving it.

They’re both done with drinking bad beer, and even more done with pretending this thing between them isn’t real. They’ve gotten their arms flung around each other. Steve’s tongue is happily exploring the depths of Eddie’s mouth.

Kissing Eddie is totally unlike any make-out session Steve’s ever known. The scratch of Eddie’s lightly stubbled jaw against his is… Gnnng, mindblowing! Steve slides his knee into Eddie’s lap, wishing Eddie would jump his bones already. When Eddie snags his fingers through Steve’s hair, it sends literal sparks down Steve’s spine. The insistent brush of their lips is actual fire, until…

… it’s all too much. Steve moans with something other than dumb teen passion, and it feels like his head’s gonna explode. That familiar crimson tide washes through his brain, and then…

“Steve?”

Robin’s voice wrenches Steve back to the present. Oh, yeah. They’re wading along some shitty little stream, hidden between high banks. Somehow, while getting lost in memories of that kiss, his feet shifted forward on autopilot.

She’s following behind. “I haven’t heard those woofy search dogs for a while,” she says. “You?”

I’ve not a clue, Robin. My head’s zoning in and out of Christ-knows-what-crazy-ass-shit, and I’ve gotten a boner from daydreaming about Eddie. Which is fading fast, because when I remember I might never get another shot at kissing him for real, I wanna stuff my fist in my mouth and bite down hard.

“Gonna trust you on that one,” he mumbles.

“We can get out of this disgusting drain then?” He shrugs, climbs up the bank to check all’s clear. “See anything we need to worry about?”

“Not sure.” Steve frowns, surveying a few dumped cars and a burned-out trailer. It’s a familiar patch of wasteland, a known hang-out for pretty much every teen in the area. “We’re back in Hawkins already.”

“You’re kidding?” She scrambles up to join him and visibly pales beneath her grime and freckles. “Oh my God. We must’ve travelled at least ten miles. In less than an hour and a half.” She glances at her watch and nods emphatically. “Any explanations, Steve? Any cryptic messages from your water-fairy-godparent?”

“Gimme a break! You’re the one who said we’re off to Magic Camp. At this stage—boom! Whatever! Crazy is to be expected.” He sounds chill. Despite the fear jostling him from every angle over what the hell is happening now? Their gazes lock, and… Jesus, he can read in her manic eyes how her last ragged nerve is about to snap.

“Okay, okay,” she says, “we won’t panic.”

“I’m not panicking."

“Well, I am! One plus side—there’s plenty of nice dry paths leading to Lover’s Lake in that direction.” She points to the wasteland. “Don’t you dare make me get back in the ditch. I am literally wearing duckweed for mascara.”

He considers her suggestion for a few seconds, before that stupid waterfall roars in his head. “Sorry.” He bounces back into the stream. “If we’re believing in this bullshit, then I gotta go the way I get told.”

With the biggest sigh ever, she skids down after him. They paddle onward, hand in hand. She’s shaking weirdly, gasping and gulping, like she’s giggling and crying all at once. Oh, and shivering too. He wants to check she’s okay, but he doesn’t dare speak. Sounds bombard them from every angle, including shouting, maybe a quad bike, and plenty of distant and not-so-distant sirens.

“Look, Robin,” he whispers, when it seems safe. “You’re not in deep shit, like me and Eddie. Maybe you should go home to your mom.”

“Nice thought. Mommy Dearest has probably rented out my room already.”

Steve hums sympathetically, while pausing to mindlessly kick off his trashed sneakers. “If it’s any consolation, when I was reported missing, nobody noticed my parents rushing back.” He’d asked Hopper, casually enough. “I’m guessing they didn’t bother."

“That sucks, though…means we could nip back to your place for a warm shower, clean clothes?”

“Trust me, I’d murder for that. You really should go, but—” The sound of way-too-close voices interrupts him. After a minute longer, shuffling forward, she wrings his fingers crushingly tight.

“Uh, Steve? Look.”

Up ahead, the waterway flows into a culvert. The entrance is barred with a metal grid.

“Oh, thanks a bunch, fairy-guardian-water-spirit-angel-parent,” says Steve. “Great short cut, just great!” A dog growls so close that they startle as one, resulting in a loud splash. He shoves Robin toward the opposite bank. “Go! I’ll try… something.”

“How’s that gonna help?” she hisses, letting him bundle her ahead. “It would be kinda sad if you lightning-fried the dog because it’s not the dog’s fault—"

“Scram, will you? I’ll give it a quick shot—mind the freakin’ dog—and be right behind.”

She scrambles into some bushes at the top, and he prays she keeps going. All he hears is goddamn barking. Christ, can it smell my blood? Still, he has to keep it together and come up with some damn heavy rain, and fast, to destroy her scent as she escapes.

He crouches down, conjures up their recent discussion about parents. Eleven told him to channel anger, so that’s a decent start…

Grrrrrr!

Steve jumps up, whirls about. A foam-flecked mouth snarls at him from the top of the bank. He’s faintly relieved to see the canine owner of this huge and scary mouth is on a leash. Unfortunately, the leash is held by a tall guy in khaki, a semi-automatic tucked at his side.

He shines a flashlight directly in Steve’s face. Steve meekly raises his hands. He’s too stunned for real fright.

“You shouldn’t be here,” says army guy. “Woah, you’re filthy! You got papers?”

“Huh?” Hopper hadn’t been kidding about the military dictatorship.

“Got a name, kid?”

He glances down at his Hellfire Club t-shirt, cringes back into the dazzling beam. “Eddie Munson?”

“Outta the ditch. Keep your hands where I can see them.”

Steve doesn’t instantly obey. He’s still trying to figure out if this is really happening, and why exactly he said he was Eddie. To protect him, right? Then Eddie can get clean out of the state. Oh, and because he’s so obsessed with Eddie that he can’t stop thinking about him.

A second later, the dog-handler is in the stream with him. He grabs Steve by the arm, and snaps into a lapel radio: “This is MWD-handler 7. Inform O’Sullivan that fugitive 1 is apprehended.”

…

Eddie POV

The forces dragging Eddie home to Hawkins are suddenly spooking-him-the-hell out.

It’s not all about Steve anymore. He’s hearing water. Loud running water, which draws him toward what turns out to be a nonsensically pathetic-as-piss stream. He jumps in and follows, even as he starts to panic for real.

Steve said he was hearing water. Now I hear it too. What does this mean? Wtf does this BS mean!?!

He presses on anyhow, finding he simply can’t stop thinking about THAT KISS. He’s reliving it over-and-over. At least, the good parts, before Steve fainted on him. Did Eddie daydream the delicious twisty, flirty things that Steve did with his tongue?

Then he’s thinking about Steve’s butt.

You never gave THAT BUTT the squeeze it deserved. Holy shit, Munson, you’re such a loser.

Most torturous of all, the idea that it might be all over between them… Crap, it makes him feel physically ill. How can the idea of losing somebody he never really had hurt so much? Oh, and when the heck did he kick off his sneakers and start wading bare foot? He has absolutely zero memory of doing that. Still, the cold water doesn’t seem to bother him.

As darkness falls, he spots some familiar landmarks, and realises he’s only a mile or so out of Hawkins. Which is also totally cuckoo, because there’s no way he should’ve travelled back so fast. For the first time since he set off, he stops dead.

Reality check, Munson—pretty much everybody in this dump you call home believes you to be a freakshow-turned-serial-killer. And you’ve come storming back for some douchebag rich kid who dumped you.

There is, however, a single good side to his progress into Hell. He pulls out his walkie-talkie out of his pack, switches it on, and tunes into Dustin’s coded wavelength:

“Anybody there? This is a code-red. CODE RED!” Okay, being officially too ‘old’ for the Party, he’s not supposed to say that, but desperate times call for desperate—

“No way! Is that you? Over.”

At Dustin’s reply, some dam deep inside Eddie bursts. His face crumples, and he shamelessly, softly weeps. “Yeah, it’s me, buddy. It’s me.”

“Roger that. What the hell are you doing? This place is overrun with wannabe Nazis.” The hairs on the back of Eddie’s neck stand suddenly on end, and not because of Dustin’s news. “It’s a warzone. You should be in the next state by now!”

Eddie drops the walkie-talkie and shoves his hands in the air. Some military-fascist-knucklehead is pointing an assault rifle at him, though he’s weirdly numbed to the horror of it all. He honestly hadn’t expected it to feel this inevitable.

“Roger that?” says the walkie-talkie.

Eddie grins, so manically goofy that his face aches.

“Name or papers,” demands the son-of-a-bitch.

“Uuuuuh…” Okay, he’s blown this. Nobody with nothing to hide, blunders THAT answer. “Steve Harrington?”

He said that to protect Steve, right? If they think I’m him, they’ll… torture me instead. Oh shit. Oh Shiiiiiiit!

A big angry dude pummels into Eddie from the side, crushing him into the mud.

Part 16

tags: @estrellami-1 @kal-ology @finntheehumaneater If anybody else would like to be tagged on this fic or any of my writing, please let me know. Thank you for reading so far :)

(also part of my steve whump fic series on AO3)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 16

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randomprose · 9 months

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393: the bicycle scene

He Tian watches as Mo Guan Shan plays around with the bicycle.

He’s circling around the quad, pedalling without holding on the handle bars. Mo Guan Shan looks relaxed and the expression on his face looks so boyish and young. As if the events in the previous days were all just a bad dream.

He Tian wants him to always be like this. He wants Mo Guan Shan to just be a regular kid and never get hurt ever again.

“Little Mo~” Mo Guan Shan turns to him at the mention of the nickname (Cute, he thinks, Like an angry kitten) and He Tian couldn’t help but smile. “Come here!”

There’s a frown and an angry pout on Mo Guan Shan’s face, but he pedals to the shade where He Tian is anyway and that too makes him smile.

“What’s up?”

He Tian just makes a come hither gesture and Mo Guan Shan pedals closer. The protests come as soon as he figures out what He Tian wants, sitting sideways at the bike’s back seat.

“This is buzzcut’s new ride. What are you gonna do if you accidentally break the rear wheel?”

That’s what he says, but He Tian hears what he’s not saying.

I don’t know how to do this. You'll get hurt, you know? And then what?

He Tian just waves him off. “It's not that fragile.”

I'm not that fragile. He’s not and he knows Mo Guan Shan will never hurt him willingly. I'm not gonna get hurt. Even if he does, He Tian will take it.

“Fuck, we're gonna fall,” Guan Shan says but he doesn’t brush off He Tian’s hand on his waist.

This is not a good idea. We're not a good idea.

“Enough nonsense.” Give him an inch and He Tian will take a mile. With Guan Shan not shaking off the arm on his waist, He Tian holds on tight and leans his weight against his back. “Start moving. I'm not afraid of falling.”

I'm really not. Shut up and move already. I’m ready.

“Move your hands away. Grab onto the seat instead.”

Let me go. You could do so much better. Just let me go.

He’s giving He Tian a last out, a last chance to leave and let go, but why would He Tian do that? He’s already locked in on Mo Guan Shan since the day after the fight with Jian Yi and Zhan Zheng Xi when he saw him eating a sandwich outside some convenience store. He Tian has decided to keep him when he called, stuck in the rain, and Mo Guan Shan, pissed and unsure wholly wary of him, came with an umbrella anyway and cooked him beef stew at his apartment (albeit under threat). He Tian already vowed to take care and protect him, shield him from whatever shitty thing the world is gonna throw at him, when he Guan Shan looked more pained than He Tian was when he saw his hurt hand.

He Tian knew he liked him when he had that nightmare and his first instinct was to call him. By the time Mo Guan Shan told him he doesn’t actually hate him that much, He Tian already likes him too much he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He’s the only one he feels safe enough to come to, with all of his guards down, that he can allow himself to rest and sleep defenseless.

He Tian realized he loves him when they went to that aquarium and Mo Guan Shan said he’s too bothered by He Tian to ever forget him. When Guan Shan asked for new earrings, He Tian thought his heart would burst from how happy that simple request made him. He’s so in love with him he feels crazy with it. He hangs at every word Mo Guan Shan says, at everything he does, that if he tells He Tian to jump off a cliff he’ll be at the bottom of it before he could finish saying the words. If Mo Guan Shan asks for his heart, He Tian will carve it out of his chest himself and serve it to him on a silver platter.

He Tian is sixteen and already six feet too deep in love with Mo Guan Shan he doesn’t have any idea how to let him go even if he tried.

“No, I'm not letting go.”

And He Tian really means it.

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The Importance of Outdoor Play: How Ride On Cars Encourage Active Playtime

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wehavecomeforyourprivateschools · 1 month

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Yesterday on my estate was one of those days that make you think fuck me

The quads and bikes were tearing around, riding directly at cars etc, people looked fucking ill (that study about people being iller for longer is legit), and then there's a dealer on a bike literally just out of sight selling

Three lads who looked like shit went and bought from him. One of them had a hand that was turning black as if it was dying. They were almost definitely sleeping rough. And judging the state of em, it was probably heroin or crack they were using. I reckon the latter, cos crack completely detonates your life within 18 months.

It was a day when all the bad things came together to give you a false impression. But then amongst this you've got lovely, warm families, mams with their kids and grannies spending their pensions.

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Kids Quad Bike: A Fun, Creative & Educational Gift Is The Perfect Trick Or Treat Idea | Artin Toys

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topazy · 1 month

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Inside, outside

Pairing: 10k x reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood and brains

Chapter: 5.06

After bringing the quad bike to a complete stop when you spot a deserted-looking warehouse, 10k jumps off the back first, and immediately you’re missing the warmth of his arm wrapped around your waist. With the sling of his gun over his shoulder, he offers you his hand to help you climb off. If 10K wasn’t a gentleman before, people would probably be catching onto how protective he was being.

You, 10K, Warren, Murphy, and Addy had gone to find the source of bizkit’s and why they seemed to be low rations of it, while Doc and George headed back to Altura to keep an eye on Dante’s trial.

“Is that the bakery? The place looks abandoned.”

“It doesn’t mean nobody is home,” Warren points out.

The five of you stand on the edge of a small hill that leads down to the pathway into the building. The side of the hill was mainly covered in rubble, preventing any vehicles from driving on it.

Murphy looks lost in thought; a look of distress appears on his face. You lightly hit his arm to gain his attention. “Are you okay?”

“I smell brains.”

“This must be the place, then.”

When the five of you started making your way down the path, you were being extra cautious not to trip while walking on such a rocky surface. 10k stays in front of you and continues to glance back, ready to catch you if you do fall.

Murphy walks by you at a normal pace and scoffs, “You two make me feel sick.”

“Just keep walking, Alvin.”

“My biggest fear is losing you. When you were kidnapped, I realized how much I loved you and that there was nothing I wouldn't do to find you,” Murphy says mockingly. “You're my best friend, Tommy, and there's not a line I wouldn't cross to keep you safe.”

10k glares at him and warningly snaps, “Shut the hell up.”

Addy, who’s standing at the bottom, already looks up in confusion. “What is he talking about?”

“Nothing.”

In a high-pitched fake girly voice, Murphy says, “I knew our fates were intertwined.“

“I swear to god!” You knew Murphy was looking for a reaction, and usually you wouldn’t take the bait too easily, but he had been teasing you since you left for this new task.

“Don’t get wound up; he’s not worth the reaction,” 10k says calmly, but as soon as you reach the bottom where the others are waiting, he presses the long side of his rifle against Murphy’s collarbone, pushing him into the wall. “Lay the fuck off Murphy.”

“Jeez, lighten up, kid.”

10k steps back.

Warren clicks her fingers. “All of you, focus.”

Once you checked, nobody else was in sight. You round the corner, and Addy breaks the lock on the door, giving you all access to the building.

—

The inside of the building stinks of rotten meat, which is explained when you find human skulls and parts of rotten brains scattered across various baking trays.

The group had split up, but you could see both Addy and 10k going to check out the same area. It saddened you that they no longer had a close relationship, and you felt partially responsible for it, but then it was your sister who left. Since they last saw each other, Addy had lost an eye, and 10k had lost his hand, and they could have leaned on each other for support.

“Astra, I’m really sorry, but it looks like she left during the night.”

You shake your head, refusing to believe it. “No, no. Something is wrong; Addy wouldn’t just go without leaving me. She wouldn’t do that.”

When you awoke in the morning to find Addy gone, you assumed she had gone hunting, but when she never returned, a couple of hours later, you, 10k, and Red went looking for her, but you couldn’t find her. You returned to your home to see if she had returned.

Red links her fingers with yours and gives you a sympathetic look. “All her stuff is gone.”

You squeeze your eyes shut to hold back tears. Addy only found you in the first place while looking for someone else. “She’s gone to find Lucy,” you say, clearing your throat. “We should go and let Tommy know; I don’t want him out there looking for someone who doesn’t want to be found.”

You aim your gun in the direction of something being crushed and slowly make your way over to a large mixer, which appears to have turned on itself. You look inside it and almost gag at seeing more skulls.

“You guys seeing this? This place is gross.”

When you don’t get a reply, you spin around to see Warren staring at something with a concerned look on her face. She notices you looking and waves you over. When you do, you see what the problem is.

“Eh Murphy, are you good? You’re practically drooling over a skull?”

“Yeah,” he quickly shrugs your comment off. “This place just gives me the munchies.”

All of a sudden, a man appears and starts firing at the three of you. Quickly, you jump out of the way to avoid being shot and accidentally scrape your stomach on something sharp. You duck behind one of the metal tables and, taking a few deep breaths, look down to see blood appearing on your top.

No, no, no.

Murphy crawls over beside you and says, “What the hell are you doing? We gotta keep moving.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know I just—fuck.”

“Did you get shot?”

“No, I’ve just cut my stomach.” The cut wasn’t deep, and you were sure it hadn’t harmed the baby, but it gave you one hell of a fright. Between deep breaths, you start mumbling to yourself, “Tommy is going to freak.”

Seeing how afraid you are, something clicks in Murphy, and he gives you a look of understanding. He knows. Quietly, he says, “Stay behind me; we are going to make a run for it.”

You nod, and the two of you manage to run behind a different spot without being shot.

—

“I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if you try anything stupid.” You say, aiming at the man who was previously trying to kill your head.

While he chases Murphy and Warren off from either side, the man seemed to not care that much about weapons being so close to his head. “It looks like we’ve got ourselves a zombie standoff. You have me; I got him, and my brothers got all three of you.”

You glance around the room; it was more than likely that 10k or Addy had gotten to his brother first.

“We are looking for bizkits,” Warren says. “We have starving talkers that are starting to turn.”

“We are just trying to survive ourselves, and it’s crooks like you who have shut down the bakery and turned us into a bunch of dirty dogs. So lower your weapons and kindly waltz out of here, or we’re all going to be crawling brains.”

“Look, I don’t know who you think we are, but we aren’t them.”

“That’s what the last bunch said before they started shooting.”

You didn’t doubt the man’s story for a second; the bakery was covered in a red mist of blood. A door creaks open, and Addy and 10k bring out another man, whom you assume is the brother with a gun at his back.

“Listen,” you lower your weapon slightly, “your brother is still human, and I know you want to keep it that way. Just tell us what we want to know, and nobody else will get hurt.”

The man gulps down, “So, you're in need of some help?”

—

While the older man, Gilly, looks at his younger brother, Skull's nose, which was cut by your sister 10K, pulls you aside and grips a hold of the bottom of your top, “What the hell happened? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine; it’s just a cut.”

He holds your gaze. “Are you sure?”

“We’ll be fine.”

You return to your group just in time to hear Gilly explain that it was their mom who invited bizkits to save their brother, who had been bitten, but then the brother bit the mom when they ran out. And since the bombing, someone has been attacking the bakery so they won’t continue making them. Their mom had turned two weeks ago, and she was the only one who had the recipe.

You look up at the window of the office overlooking the rest of the bakery and see multiple talkers that have turned.

—

Murphy stands up a table, holds up a radio, and turns the music up to distract the talkers while Skull sneaks inside to get the recipe. The plan was going well until Skull tripped and fell and was bitten by their zombified brother right after their mom ate the recipe.

“I hate to say it, but the only way to keep them from turning might be to feed them actual brains.”

From the doorway at the far side of the room, multiple heavy footsteps can be heard, along with snarling and hissing. All the noise must have attracted the nearby Z’s from outside. Thankfully, only a small number of them came into the building.

You run up behind one of the Z’s and stab it in the head before shooting another two. You notice Addy and 10k working together to take out Z's, which makes you smile.

Warren cuts the head off one and tosses it to Gilly.

You stand behind 10k and bury your face into his back, not wanting to witness Gilly crushing the skull, then cutting up the brains, and then feeding them to the walkers.

When the talkers return to normal, the mom flirts with a creeped-out Murphy, kissing him on the cheek before continuing to help.

—

Sitting with your legs dangling over the edge of a table, you watch as the brothers bag up the last of the bizkits. Hearing a whistling noise, you look over to Murphy, who was trying and failing to be discreet by waving you and 10k over to him, then looking away.

You and 10k stand on either side of him. “What’s going on?”

“I just wanted to say...” he trails off while tracing patterns in the flour scattered across the table with his finger. Murphy's jaw clenches slightly. “I don’t like either of you, but I do think you will be great parents, even lefty over here.”

With that, he turns and quickly walks away. You share a confused look with 10k. “Did you tell him?”

“No, but I think he figured it out.”

Ultimately, you’d need to tell the others the truth sooner than later. 10k smiles and brushes strands of hair out of your face. “Go for it.”

“Uh, guys, we’ve got something we need to tell you.”

Warren and Addy step a little closer, and you try not to laugh, seeing the worried look on their faces.

“Tommy and I are having a baby.”

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streaminn · 11 months

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Enid hears a voice in her head sometimes.

That sounds a bit cuckoo now that she thinks about it.

But it's a voice and it tells her things.

Like that one time in third grade when her bones aches during the full moon and just as she was tempted to follow her family in the woods, she gets sharply met with the phrase

"not the right time"

So uh, that's kind of weird.

But enid has always been a follower and she listens.

Slowly as she grows, she ends up hearing other things too. Like when she was going to act that one time she saw her brother's grip slip when he wanted to climb a tree but a stinging in her mind and a loud don't! Ringing through her ears stops her.

This is supposed to happens crawls at her mind.

What do you mean!? She thinks back, tears in her eyes as her baby brother screams.

It doesn't answer back until a week later when she sees her brother ignore the habit of climbing everything, arm still caught in a sling.

There is a course in life, you just happen to be aware of it.

That makes no sense in her kid mind but rules are rules and so Enid listens because what else can she do?

Moments like these keep happening and Enid has accepted her fate.

She grows, ignoring the aching and itching under her skin every full moon. She shrugs off the murmurs of why doesnt she shift because well, it isn't the right time.

It pushes her to do something at times, like when shes in school and it does that annoying tactic of calling something out of her.

He looks handsome, it says. You should have a crush on him.

In two days of her crowing abt such fake things to a classmate, he ends up with her friend.

It's weird, this whole thing but enid listens because what else can she do.

She's been listening for most of her life, she notes. Until she first meets her roommate in Nevermore and needs to show her around.

It's been nearly a decade of this nonsense, of Enid skirting by the rules but something felt different about this one. The ringing in her head has never felt so loud when she notices how braids seems to find interest in anything but the school.

Cool cool, a runaway. First time she's ever met one and her family looked nice enough. But she doesn't know this person and she sure doesn't know their house life.

Enid mouth opens, about to recommend this rental for bikes she could take to the next town over before something stabs into her brain like a warning.

You should take her to the quad.

And well, Enid has been listening for most of her life.

Maybe it's time she just, doesn't do that, she thinks and something blares at her thoughts.

So through wincing smile, she turns to Wednesday Addams and gives a thumb towards the front door of nevermore.

"Want to blow this popsicle stand?" it was a pain to even force the words out but the interest in her roomie eyes made it worth it. Something sparked in Enid at that moment, a little defiance burning when the warbles of it screams that she shouldn't be doing this.

"what?" Wednesday asks and oh, her eyes widen a tad when she's interested in something.

That's surprisingly cute for someone so stoic.

Enid grins, "let's get out of here, I'm getting tired of the nevermore scene anyways."

#Au thoughts #Wenclair #Writing

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jinlizz-dragondrama · 4 months

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The Rise of a Demon

"Thank you for this amazing turnout!" The mayor says

"Woohoo!" I shout

"Let's hear it for Monkie Kid! Hero of the city!" Mei exclaims while excitedly destroying furniture in the restaurant

The mayor hands MK the key and explains that it is a key that can open anything. As soon as MK touches it the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and I get the slight sense of danger. It doesn't help that the mayor laughs like a maniac and quickly says something some ancient artifacts then poofs out of existence.

"Wow, a key that can open anything," MK says

We immediately go out and try the key on different things. We hit the arcade, helped set free some puppies, bought shoes, partied up at a DJ booth, went swimming in the weather room, raced our vehicles, got all the toys out of the claw machines, ate a bunch of ice cream and so much more.

*Gasps* "Mei! Nuwa! OK hear me out! We knew the key could magically unlock anything. But maybe...it can also magically lock anything too!"

"You described all keys... " Mei says And I nod in agreement

We end up locking Pigsy's restaurant and we laugh watching Pigsy trying to break into his restaurant.

"I've never missed a day of work, since I was 13... *fourth wall break* "No guys this isn't child labor stuff I like sweeping and helping make the noodles. I took my job very seriously back then....and still do...moving on. *End of the fourth wall break*

As we are too distracted laughing, we get pushed over the edge of MK's fire escape porch. I land on top of some boxes with a grunt and pained moan I look up to see what or who did this.

"Noodle Boy finally" Red Son sneers

"Ugh it's you, why are you so obsessed with us? Get a hobby!" I say while angrily shaking my fist at him

"What are you doing in MK's house?" Mei asks

"Your house is depressing, I almost feel bad for stealing stuff from you. But I'm gonna need that magic key....oh and you girl your apartment is trashed too" Red Son says nonchalantly

"You big ole....wait...how did you know I lived above MK? You better not have touched my stuff!"

Red Son uses his powers to nab the key and he zooms into his Bull Tank. Mei whistles for her bike and goes after him on her bike. I get into my quad and follow suit. We end up leaving MK behind...oops. Mei and I catch up with Red Son rather quickly.

"Can't you little Peasants let me plot in peace? Just one time!" Red Son shouts as he explodes into flames

"Easy there hothead don't want you to break anything, I think you need to cool off!" I pull out a fire extinguisher and spray the foamy mixture at him.

He disengages from the main tank and descends into his race car. Catapulting the tank at us we scramble to get out of the way.

"Not cool man!" I growl

"So long 'Dragon Horse Girl' and 'weak little nobody'! Here's a tip! Next time, pick one animal, -and...." Red Son gets cut off by the huge Monkie King staff and gets flung a few feet down the raceway.

MK grabs the key and looks at Red Son.

"What do you want with this key anyway?" He asks

"Why spoil the surprise? Now hand that key over and quit wasting my time" PIF coos

"Not a chance," I say as I pull out two hairpins from my hair that elongate to the length of a small dagger and we jump to attack her.

She knocks us away with her magic fan, knocking us into a wall and MK ends up dropping the key which Red Son quickly grabs.

"Come, Red Son. We have things to do" PIF says

"Thanks for the key losers!" Red Son teases and they both vanish.

"What could they want with that key?" I ask

"Whatever the reason is, we have to keep our guard up" Mei states

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up once more and the feeling of danger comes back again. But this time it's harder to shake off the feeling.

A disembodied voice whispers in my ear "Freedom"

Mk and I pile onto my quad and Mei rides her bike back to Pigsy's.

A few days go by and MK and I are in Monkey King's cave.

"You know when I found I was going to be trained by The Monkey King, Great Sage, equal to heaven. I had no idea...that I'd be stuck here hammering walls 12 hours a day!" MK shouts while throwing the hammer

"Or that I'd be helping!" I shout as I pick up heavy rocks that had fallen onto the ground while MK hammered away.

"That's what happens when you go snoring around in places where you don't belong," Monkey King says while he relaxes on his cloud.

I groan and wipe swear from my brow

*Flashback*

"Monkey King, where are you?" MK? Where are those two?" I sigh as I shout for them.

I shrug my shoulders and go looking for that shrine again. I find it once again, pushing the vines out of the way, I make my way down to it, fresh offerings and incense are lit once more. I kneel before it and sigh.

"Ugh next time Monkey King asks me to come train I'm gonna say no" I fold my arms with a hmph

But I can't get Red Son's voice out of my head "Weak little nobody"

"Am I a weak nobody?" I say quietly while clenching my fists

"Hey, what are you doing down her kid?"

I jump and turn around awkwardly laughing

"Hey Wukong, um you see...I was..uh...you know...exploring....since you guys were nowhere to be found and I stumbled upon this shrine....." I shift from side to side

Wukong lifts a brow at me not convinced by my lie.

"Woah what's this Monkey King? Who's she?" MK asks while pointing at the picture

"No one, let's go it's training time," Wukong says

*End of Flashback*

"Was she your girlfriend?" I ask teasingly

Wukong sputters, blushes, and falls off his cloud.

"No, and it's none of your business!"

"Yeah that's not convincing at all, give us the deets!" MK says

"You're supposed to be training, Now get back to it" He summons the cloud again and hops back on.

"Ugh, how am I supposed to do the hero stuff if I don't know the fighting stuff? Mk whines

"Yeah, and I can't protect anyone by lifting rocks. I'll get more muscles but not get better at fighting" I say while flexing my nonexistent arm muscles

"Ooohoooh. So you want to know the 'fighting stuff, huh?' Like this?" Wukong throws the staff at the wall that MK was hammering at, both of us ducking out of the way and it leaves a giant hole.

We both have star eyes and we shout together "YES!"

"Exactly like that! I am ready for some awesome!" MK says determined

Wukong laughs at us and tells MK he needs practice and then points at me

"And you, you just..." wukong gets cut off by MK's phone ringing

"MK we really need your help!" Mei says on the FaceTime call.

Looking at the monster causes me to have a memory flash, but it causes me to have a slight headache thinking about it. I'm soon dragged out of the cave screeching while MK wildly runs out of it.

Making it to the city we see how big it is. A sweat drop rolls down the side of my face.

"Uh MK I think we should...and there he goes" I sigh

"Yep," Mei says

"Here comes Monkey-" MK shouts

He's thrown back down to the ground creating a crater next to Pigsy and Sandy.

"Yeah we already tried that MK" Mei says embarrassed

"Wait is that?" I squint at the figure that comes zooming towards the creature and easily defeats it.

"Is that Monkie King?" MK asks and rushes off to see if it is him.

Groaning and chasing after him, I get to where I saw him run off and see it isn't Monkie King but an unknown monkey.

"Um, I'm sorry who are you?"

"Macaque. Actually 'The uh...Siz-Eared Macaque' is, you know, my full name. Well.. see you around, MK"

Mk starts to fan girl so hard and I roll my eyes a bit but also had to admit that it was pretty cool what he did. So many questions start to pop into my head.

Why is this guy showing up now? Is he just as powerful as Wukong? Why is he so hot? Um, forget that last bit. But it is odd, the again Monkie King was hiding away til he found a successor so maybe the same kind of thing was happening with this guy. Something seems a bit off about him.

It was decided that against my better judgment would take Macaque as a new mentor. He practiced long and hard with this Six-Eared Macaque until he finally proved what he learned by doing the same move Wukong did to another part of the wall.

"Woah....How'd you learn to do that?" He gasps "Have you been running around with other mentors?" He questions

While they argue I'm just being nosy and sweeping the air, moping the walls you know how it is. Mk storms off and I see Wukong's expression to one of concern.

I tailed MK to the location of the "demon".

"So many stairs..." *inhales deeply and chugs water* "Oh my God, I'm outta shape. MK imma comin'"

I reach the top just in time for Monkie King to appear, I see Wukong stare down at MK and turn his attention back to Macaque.

"Hey so Monkie King it would have been nice if you had given me a ride up here you jerk, ugh I need to lie down," I say while breathing heavily and falling to the ground.

Macaque and Wukong start an epic battle, while Macaque is distracted I go over to MK and try to pull the staff off of him.

"This is stuck on good I can't get it!" I grunt and try using all my strength to pull it

"Sorry guys nothing personal," Macaque says while summoning the shadow demon

We both scream and I use my body to protect him

"Kid, Nuwa I'm coming" Wukong yells

When the pain from the punch doesn't come, I turn around to see that he came just in time to block a punch from the Shadow Demon.

"Kid we're definitely gonna have words later, but it's time for the hero stuff!" Monkey King grunts

MK and I get the staff off him, I step back and let him swing the staff.

"Patience. Focus. Step into the strike" We all shout

The staff hits the shadow demon which causes an explosion. Wukong rushes to protectively block the rock debris from hurting us. It felt oddly familiar and I smiled to myself. Later on, we are back in the cave, and MK is busy cleaning up a storm. I'm busy meditating and balancing books on my outstretched arms and my leg up in the air.

"This is totally gonna be a do the boring chores and learn awesome Kung fu...right?" MK says

"Ummm, sure," Wukong says hesitantly

After several days of training, we return to the city and it's a lot more blue than usual. All of a sudden some bull clones surround us and their eyes and mouths glow a very bright icy blue color. We start to panic, I start running but I realize my legs are moving but my body is not going anywhere, they start to ounce on us but Pigsy's food truck plows through them.

Out steps the gang in full apocalyptic gear.

"Guys! You look so awesome!" Mk says

"Yeah. So, uh...some stuff happened while you two were away and got kind of intense." Mei says awkwardly

"But I left you with one of my boys!" Mk says

"Oh he's been super useful," Tang says

The clone shrugs his shoulders and poofs out of existence

"Tang!" I shout while rushing over to hug him

"So what happened?" Mk asks

Tang puts a hand out which makes contact with my head, I still try to plow through to hug him but the hand isn't budging. He cleared his throat and pushed his glasses close to his face.

"Well after you left, the bull clones attacked. But they were different, more powerful than before. We believe it's all tied back to the Demon Bull King himself. MK....Nuwa...He's conquered everything." Tang finishes solemnly.

I groan and Sandy points to the mountain where they hear a strange noise. We pile into the food truck and head straight for it.

"All right, what's the plan?" Sandy asks

"Uh, I don't know. I was just gonna wing it" MK says unsure

"Sounds great let's go," Sandy says all hyped up

Pigsy revs the engine of the food truck and we all give MK a thumbs-up signaling that we will help him no matter what. Pigsy hits the gas and we start zooming toward to entrance of the town room, Sandy tosses MK, Mei, and me to the giant hole in the ground. We fall a good distance until Mei pulls out her sword and jams it into the wall slowing our descent down to a halt.

"Now what?" MK asks

"Uh guys," I say while looking around us and we spot Bull clones all over the walls like bats seemingly in a resting state. But it didn't last long Mei's phone began to ring and soon woke up the clones.

She scrambles to grab it and accidentally lets go of her sword, MK quickly grabs onto the sword, but I lose my grip and start to fall.

"Nuwa!" They both shout panicked

I close my eyes feeling the wind rush against my face then it stops, I slowly open my eyes and see I'm floating.

"No way!" MK says shocked

"What, what WHAT!?" I shout

"You've got wings," Mei says excitedly with star eyes

"Huh?" I say confused and look at my back and sure enough black leathery wings protrude from my back and are flapping.

"Geez I ruined my favorite hoodie.....but I can fly" I start to zoom around and giggle.

Mei's phone continues to ring as it was an update for Monkey Mech. They both look at each other and grin.

"Here comes Monkie Kid" we all shout while MK jams the staff into the nearby wall and creates the Monkie Kid Mech.

"You hold off the zombie bull clones. I'll get down and finish this" MK tells Mei from inside the Mech.

I'm flying around the outside of it and notice the bull clones are plummeting towards us, I then hear MK being thrown from the Mech and screaming his way down. I start flying after him, catching him and not being able to stop, wrapping my wings around us and crashing into the ground. While above us Mei is holding her own fighting the bull clones like the boss she is.

We crashed and landed in between DBK, Red Son, and PIF.

"Noodle boy and...?" Red Son says surprised

"Littke thieves," DBK says annoyed

Standing up, stretching our backs, and groaning

"Yeah I totally saved us" I shout

"You?!" Red Son shouts as he points at me and his eyes look at my wings

Following his line of sight I blush out of embarrassment

"One crisis at a time Red Son!" I sigh

Red Son still has the surprised Pikachu face and DBK starts charging after us. We dodge out of the way of every throw he makes until PIF uses her fans to move us out of the range of his attacks and directs us to the canisters on DBK's back.

"OK, time for round two" MK exclaims

I stretch my wings out and get into a fighting position.

"No! This time, we fight with you." Red Son says while sprinting off

"You two will have one shot. Make it count" PIF says darting after her son.

Both mother and son attack together, but they are pushed back by DBK's immense newfound power. DBK storms menacingly towards his family. I fly in front of DBK's view of the two and MK throws rocks to distract him. But DBK smashed his hand onto MK and pinned him to the rock wall. Thankfully while I was in DBK's view for a brief few seconds MK made a copy of himself and sent clones of himself to attack at once.

"Here comes Monkey Kid!" MK shouts as I fly to him grabbing him, spinning and tossing him towards DBK for the finishing blows.

The canister is knocked off of him and it explodes sending icy blue energy dispersing everywhere. The DBK family throne room starts to collapse. They make their quick escape and I make one last eye contact with Red Son before he disappears.

"You can't just! Ugh again" MK shouts and dodges rocks that are falling. I grab him and start flying and dodging the rocks. But a huge rock starts its descent toward us and I can't move out of the way in time thankfully Mei comes to the rescue with the Monkie Mech and stops the rock.

"Let's get out of here you Monkie Kids," she says.

After all was said and done, we sat on the Mech's shoulder and ate celebratory noodles.

"You did it guys, you defeated DBK again!" Sandy says

"I don't know if we did, whatever was powering him up it made him...different.

"On another note...where did those wings come from?!" Tang says while pointing at them

I flap them a few times and shrug

"I don't know they just appeared when I was in danger. I kind of don't want to think too hard about it...." I say a bit awkwardly while swirling my noodles around

*sigh* "Who would have thought that adopting these two little orphans would cause our lives to be so adventure-filled" Pigsy says while ruffling my hair

We all share a laugh, finishing our noodles and putting a pin on the "wings" conversation. I decide to go for a walk, I walk past an alleyway and see a little girl reaching for her kitty. I tuck my wings into my hoodie and walk over to her.

"Here let me help you," I say startling her

"Oh thank you," she says gratefully

Handing her the kitty and smiling at her, I see a puff of blue smoke bouncing its way toward us, pushing her out of the way. Before I know it my line of vision blurs, and I feel ice-cold, my head is swimming with unintelligible voices, and pain courses through my body as I become pospassed. I open my eyes to see myself floating in pitch-blackness and a blue skull floating in front of me. Then my consciousness was pushed forward, I could see my surroundings but I couldn't move my body. My mouth moves but I hear an evil laugh that wasn't my own.

"Oh no..."

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