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natalie-the-writer · 2 years

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After the events of the movie, the robots try to regain order in Imperfection.

Took me a while, but I finally finished this one! It'll be a bit for the other asks because I have a HUGE oneshot I'm working on. I definitely want to do them soon though. I hope you like this! Even if it turns out to not be what you were really going for

Also, I love seeing asks. Your ask is actually the first one I've ever gotten and I've been so excited to write for it. I'm always open to prompt suggestions!

Robot Overload

"What are the robots doing up there?"

It was the question of one brunette haired doll - Janice, he recalled automatically - that had Lou looking up from where he was hidden from others, mopping an alleyway near town square. He raised a hand to shield his eyes, pushing back his bangs in the process. His stupid hair was nowhere close to what it used to be: shorter pieces tried to hang over his left eye when he looked down and the longer pieces fell down his head in slightly curly waves, stopping at the base of his neck. It was annoying, but there was nothing he could do about it with his limited resources.

It had been three weeks since he was essentially 'dethroned from power,' as some dolls liked to put it. Three weeks since he was put through several intense wash cycles on the highest setting, causing his suit to shrink and hair to be frazzled for a while (not to mention the reoccurring nightmares of infinite drowning.) He was immediately moved from his mansion to a small shack on the edge of town. It was roomey enough, but far, far from what he was used to. He raged about it in his head, ignoring that part of him, deep down, that was thankful for it. No more too big rooms. No more empty halls. It was still lonely, just not suffocatingly empty.

Not long after, a mop and bucket were pushed into his hands, and he was told to get to work. He wanted to scream at them all, scream at himself for letting this happen, but something - maybe that small part of him that was thankful to be moved away from the mansion - kept him from doing that. Instead, he took the items and got to work. Dolls laughed and mocked. Ox wouldn't meet his eyes half the time. Lou threw himself into scrubbing, sweeping, pulling weeds - anything.

He was outcasted. A freak to the place he'd been forced to call home for ten years, watching dolls come and go. He'd been toppled from power, lost the admiration, and tossed into the shadows to be gawked at and made fun of.

But there was no more pressure to be perfect. Perfection wasn't needed. And you know what? That was fine by him. Let them make the mistakes. Let them figure out that his lessons had hepled. Let them figure it all out because no one listened when he tried to speak up. Not even Ox.

So he scrubbed, keeping his head down, invisible, all the way up until that question reached his ears.

Lou squinted at the forms of the robots flying over the town, then at the ones moving quickly through the streets, eyes glowing red and- oh no. The blonde dropped the mop and broke into a run down the street, dodging dolls, the glares thrown his way, and the curious questions from some slightly nicer, newer dolls who didn't know his full story. He ignored them all, only focusing on his feet hitting concrete and finding Ox. He was fast, but the robots were everywhere and could fly.

He had to make it in time to warn him.

The robots did an automatic check once a month. A check on dolls, sales, the portal - everything, including Lou himself. It had completely slipped his mind - how, he didn't know. He'd never forgotten a check before. His legs moved faster, arms swinging at his sides as he zig zagged through dolls of all kinds who were frozen in confusion on the streets. 'They must've started the check, didn't recognize me, and then saw the UglyDolls.' He thought, rushing up the stairs to the new, public capital building of the democracy. He threw open the doors to the grotesquely decorated place that always made him want to gag, letting his legs carry him as fast as possible down the middle hallway. The inside wasn't as disorganized and randomly colored as the outside, but Lou didn't exactly have much time to pay attention to those details.

He slowed his run a little to scan the signs on doors, his heart pounding faster with every little plaque that didn't have Ox's name there. Or mayor. Or whatever he was called. Dang it, he better not have to go back and sprint the set of stairs to the second floor. He would be wasting precious time

Finally - finally - he hit the last door. It was in the center with a plaque that read 'Mayor.' He skidded to a stop, toes hitting the wood, and threw open the door, knocking forgotten. "Ox! I know you hate me, but-" He paused, heart going to his throat at the scene before him. The table and chairs were overturned, papers everywhere, and the window was shattered. No Ox. The robots got to him.

He ran to the window, ignoring the glass on the floor - they had to have busted in from the outside - and looked out. He could just barely see several colorful figures being herded by metallic grey ones around the corner of some buildings. Ox, Moxy, Mandy, Nolan, Babo - all of them. The robots must have recognized them as the perpetrators of this whole mess. That or the others came to Ox's rescue only to get taken themsleves.

With no time to spare, he undid the latch and pushed open the window, sending some shards of glass outside. He hauled himself up and over, thankful for how grand in size the window was, and hit the ground sprinting in the direction of the robots. The direction of the furnace.

Other robots were keeping dolls - Pretty and Ugly - from moving far, hands or paws up in the air and backs pressed to the multicolored building walls. Lou saw their wide eyes following him in his peripheral, but he only had eyes for one direction. When robots tried to grab him, he ducked and dodged nimbly, too fast for them to catch. He'd be proud of himself if his heart wasn't going a million miles a minute. If his appearance wasn't so shaken up, they'd recognize him on the dot without a scan of his chip - a scan they wouldn't do to a doll running from them.

He made his way around the corner and crouched behind an alley trash can, watching the few robots chasing him pass. Lou dragged in breath after breath as quietly as possible, observing as they slowly headed back the way they came, likely communicating to each other that they would find him later. When he was sure the last robot passed, he edged his way to the opening, peering both ways around the corner. To the right, a couple of blocks away, were the captured forms of Ox and his merry gang. He could vaguely hear Ox talking, trying to reason with hunks of metal that only followed coding.

Lou needed them to scan him, recognize him, and follow his orders to get everything back on track. Subconsciously, he reached up and touched his neck over where his chip was. The thing that separated him from every other doll. The thing that made him a prototype. He sighed, shook his head, and made his way quickly and silently down the street, ducking by buildings, taking empty alleyways, and, when those disappeared, taking cover behind washed up cardboard stacks and big rocks. He crouched by another small stack of cardboard, taking a moment to watch and catch his breath. They were only a few yards away, his... the dolls pressed back to back where the robots circled them, red eyes glowing. Lou was so close he could throw a rock and hit a robot in the back of the head.

Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to do that. But he did need a weapon.

"Listen, robots, please. There has been a misunderstandin. We can talk an' fix it." Ox was trying to sound firm and reasonable, as always, but an edge of pleading was seeping into his voice. A foreign, forgotten feeling slipped into Lou, squeezing his heart. Ox wasn't supposed to sound like that. Those dolls behind him weren't supposed to be pressed together, trying to stand tall as they clung to the hands of each other, no way out with the hulking figures around them. "I'm Ox, the new mayor, and-"

"Protocal section A1," the robot in front of him said in a blocky voice, "dictates that the only ruler we follow besides the creator is the Model 12 Prototype: Louis Everett." Lou grimaced. He was the only (technical) doll with a given last name before recieving a child. He had his creator's last name. He hadn't seen that strict man in years, and he didn't hope to see him again after everything he was put through with him. (Learn everything, know everything, do everything-) "Our sensors and cameras failed to find him among the dolls. We were met with foreign entities instead. Video footage proves you, green mistake and others, started all of this, and need to go into the furnace with the other miscreant figures."

"Where is Lou?" The blonde heard Nolan quietly ask the group, receiving head shakes and nervous shoulder shrugs. "He didn't leave. He was at the square earlier."

Nolan noticed him? Something about that made his heart widen and squeeze at the same time.

"He probably left because he knew all this would happen." Ugly Dog grumbled, the quaver in his voice overshadowing the anger. Lou found he couldn't blame him. Once again, his blue eyes looked over the area for some kind of weapon-

There was a short, broken ended pipe on the other wide of the pile. He grabbed it silently, weighing it in his hands. Not too heavy, roghly six doll feet long, and the sharp end would be useful. He got up onto his knees, one hand tight around the pipe, and got ready to run again.

'Why am I doing this?' The inner question made him pause, the next part of the conversation disappearing admist his buzzing thoughts. 'They threw me to the side. They took my place. My mansion. Ox left me. Everyone has left me. I'm all alone. Why do I care? Why, after everything, do I still care about anyone?'

The answers came in the form of memory flashes. Being created under the strict and watchful hand of Greyson Everett. Trained under the harshest conditions. Running the Institute, unable to leave for the world he taught other dolls to go to, knowing he would never see them again. Knowing he could never build a connection with them. Then Ox came along, taught him how to feel and understand emotions on some level, and though he left, who could blame him? He couldn't blame Ox for wanting to go to the Big World. He couldn't blame Ox for leaving after what Lou showed him, could he? The loneliness ate Lou, turned him more bitter with every passing day, and then dolls like Ox came along and turned everything upside down. He lost everything, but maybe, he needed that to happen.

A yelp of alarm slammed him back into reality.

The claws of a robot had reached out, grabbing Ox by his ears and arm, dragging him forward, foot by foot. The others tried to reach out to help only to be constrained by the four other robots there, their arms stretching to wrap around them all in a rough hold. Despite Ox's frantic struggling, he couldn't slow the robot down. In fact, it was moving faster.

"You will be the first to die." It said tonelessly. The furnace was still a good several blocks away, but it didn't make the threat any less horrible. Lou's heart pounded in his ears, his lungs seizing up at the thought of Ox 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔, and he froze in place. Every thought urged him to move, to do something, but he couldn't.

The robot's claws tightened when Ox continued to struggle.

His brother screamed. Not in surprise, but in pain.

Red washed Lou's vision. Every thought was erased. Every bit of fear was gone. It was all replaced by the sound of his brother screaming and the need to stop that pain.

Lou crossed the distance in four seconds, sliding under the arm of the robot that tried to grab him. He jumped into the air in front of the robot holding Ox, then slammed the pointed end of the pipe into the eye of it. The robot crackled and popped for a moment, then fell to the ground in a heap. Lou used the falling momentum to his advantage, flipping over the pipe with his hands still wrapped around the metal. The force yanked it free of the eye and Lou was standing again, spinning to face everyone, robots and dolls alike. The formers' faces didn't change, but the dolls? They were painted with shock.

"Lou?" Ox questioned quietly, pulling the blonde's attention to him. The robot was dead, circuits and wires pulled out through the break Lou caused, but the claws were still wrapped around his appendages tightly. Lou wanted to help him, but the robots were letting go of the dolls, their red eyes zeroed in on the prototype.

"Yeah, I'm here. Big shocker." It was all he could come up with. His feet moved him paces to the right and back, away from Ox. The robots followed. "Just... all of you, stay out of the way." When one robot surged forward, he raised the pipe like a bat and swung, hitting the weak spot in its neck. The force of the hit reverberated through his entire body, but it sent the metal head flying off and the rest of it crumpling to the ground. Two down. Three left.

The remainder moved in quickly, navigating to surround Lou as much as they could. He spun, trying to keep his eyes on all of them at once. It was no use. One was always out of his field of vision. His heart slammed against his chest, adrenaline making his hands shake where they were clasped tightly around his makeshift weapon. He couldn't see all of them. What if-

"Behind you!" Mandy yelled.

Lou turned in barely enough time to slam the pipe through the stomach of his attacker. It was not a clean hit, but when he pulled it back, there was a good sized hole. It sparked. The robot fell. Three down. Two left.

"Thanks." He called to Mandy over his shoulder, ignoring how his breath was stalling in his chest. His legs ached. His body shook. Too many nights of little sleep from nightmares was taking its revenge at the worst possible time. He spun the pipe between his hands, taking a step back as the two robots moved slowly forward, clearly surveying him. The stand off gave him a moment to think. He couldn't destroy both of them. He needed one to scan him and send out a signal to every other robot to call off the attack on the Institute before anyone got burned.

"Listen to me." He said, pouring every inch of formal command into his voice. One robot stalled. The other kept moving. "I am Louis Everett. Prototype Model 12. Created by Greyson Everett." He had to pause for breath, taking another step back away from the advancing robot. "I am not missing. I have a... temporary look and the scanners didn't catch me. I am still in charge." The lie slipped off his lips like honey and salt. "Nothing is wrong."

"Explain the unknown entities." The stopped robot stated.

"You weren't updated properly." This lie was easier. "These new dolls are called UglyDolls. They are a new product for the company and have been selling off the charts with kids." That was not a lie. He'd heard Ox talking about it with Mandy once, while he was hidden in the shadows. "They are not to be disposed of. I repeat: do not dispose of them."

The moving robot lunged forward. Lou raised his pipe up, catching the claws with it, but the force of the robot sent his back to the ground. He was pinned, the pipe between them the only barrier. He heard the urgent yells of his name as he pushed back against the robot, desperate to free himself. The bar came further his way, pressing down on his chest until he could hardly breathe.

Think. Think. Think. Think, Louis!

He heard the patters of several feet moving his way. No. They couldn't put themsleves in danger for him. He wouldn't allow it. "No!" He managed to yell. "Don't come closer!" The last word ended in a hiss of pain as the pipe further crushed his chest. "I... I can do this." The sentence was barely a whisper, more to himself than anyone else. In a last attempt, he managed to bend his legs and press them to the torso of the robot. With a burst of desperate strength and adrenaline, he pushed up. The robot was forced back and couple of inches along with the bar.

Lou took his chance.

He rolled out from under the bar and let it slam down against the concrete. The sharp end cut into his shoulder, resulting in him biting back a yell of pain. He couldn't worry them. They would come jumping into the fray without knowing how to defend themsleves, making everything more complicated. He rolled away from the robot and up onto his shaking legs. The robot tossed the pipe to the side as it faced him, the red glow in its eyes blinking in and out. It was closest he'd ever seen a robot come to expressing anger, or an emotion of any kind.

The blonde spared a quick glance around. No more pipes besides the one on the other side of the robot. Nothing-

Nolan grabbed the pipe as Lou was forced to duck a grab to the neck. His mismatched eyes were wide with fear and uncertainty as they met Lou's, his hands clasped tightly around the only possible weapon in the vicinity. After half a second, he raised it. "Lou, catch!" He reared it back over his shoulder.

"This way!" Lou dove to the side to get out of the way of another strike and to get clear of the robot. Nolan stumbled forward and threw. It soared through the air.

Too high. When it went over him, it would be out of reach by a few feet.

Mind racing for a solution, Lou did the only thing he could do. He ran toward the robot, earning many yells of alarm, and jumped. It was only by sheer luck that he dodged the arms coming for him, kicking against the chest of the robot with one foot, sending himself into the air. His fingers wrapped around the pipe as the robot grabbed his foot, slamming Lou down against the ground like a rag doll. The impact knocked the breath out of him and he saw stars in his vision, but he didn't let go of the pipe.

The robot released his foot to try and pin him down again. Lou was ready for it. He turned the pipe at the last second, slamming it upward and through the chest of the robot. He didn't need to see to know it came out the other end. Quickly, he scrambled out from under it right before it fell in the very spot he was laying.

Breath heaving in his chest, he pulled himself to stand, dimly aware of everyone else not far behind him, including Ox. Their eyes were burning holes in the back of his head as he faced off the last robot. "Scan me." He told the frozen machine. "Scan me and listen to my orders or I'll have you toasted." He somehow managed to keep his voice strong and commanding even as he felt like falling over on the spot. The adrenaline was fading and he had to lock his legs at the knees to keep from hitting the ground then and there. He only hoped the others couldn't see his struggle.

The lights in the robot's eyes turned blue. Lou faced forward, palms out at his sides and feet spread to shoulder width. It casted a blue light over him, scanning him from head to toe before zeroing in on his neck. His chip. It made him feel vulnerable, but he didn't dare move.

"Authorization complete. Hello, Louis."

He heaved a sigh of relief, pushing back a smart remark. "Hello."

"What commands would you like me to carry out at the moment?"

Lou took a second to gather himself, crossing his arms over his chest and pulling his feet together. He ignored the sting in his shoulder when he moved. It didn't feel like a deep cut, but it definitely hurt. "Communicate to all robots that the Model 12 Prototype is fine, here, and," he spared Ox a momentary glance over his shoulder, "in charge. Everything is under control. You were not programmed correctly, and so didn't recognize my... other look and the new dolls on the market. Have them release everyone. They are not intruders. New code will be given to you all in the next few days." His voice was strong and calm, but his body felt anything but that. He was beginning to waver inwardly, the last of the adrenaline disappearing into hand shakes and tiredness.

"Understood, sir." The blue lights blinked in and out. "Done."

Some of the tension coiled in his chest loosened. He could've collapsed right then from relief. "Good. That's good." He cleared his throat. "Now, go help clean up the mess you all made and apologize to those dolls for the miscommunication."

"Yes, sir." The robot headed back toward town, leaving Lou with the other dolls. He spun to face them, pushing a hand through the hair that hung over his right eye. It was annoying how much it fell, though he was more concerned with how much he was shaking and the darkening of his vision at the edges.

"Lou, are you okay?" Of course it was Ox to ask, running up to him with his one eye wide with concern. Lou had to glance away a second, caught off guard by the sheer amount of emotion radiating from him. "Oh my gosh. Your shoulder-"

"It's fine." He cut in, shaking his head. "I'll fix it myself. It's not bad. Are you all fine?" The question slipped out before he could properly think about it, exposing more worry than he thought he had in him.

"We're okay, thanks to you." Mandy said, stepping forward. Her hands hovered in front of her, fingers reaching for him unsurely. Subconsciously, Lou moved back an inch, disguising it as shifting the weight on his feet. She stopped in her tracks, eyes displaying something he didn't quite understand.

"Those were some moves you pulled, Lou." Lucky Bat said. Ugly Dog appeared to agree, letting out a low whistle despite his earlier words. "We knew you were athletic but wow-"

"Do you know why that happened?" Ox asked, pulling them back to the topic at hand. The robots still sparked around them, dead and gone. They weren't anything to worry about. The factory would retrieve and fix them at some point. By then, their code would be upgraded.

The blonde ran a hand down his face, letting out a small sigh. "Yes, I actually do. The robots do a maintenance check once a month. I completely forgot about it. If I hadn't, I would've warned you. With me... like this," He made an absentminded gesture at his loose hair and outfit, "they didn't recognize me without an actual scan. Their code wasn't updated for the new dolls, so the robots took action by recognizing them as threats and trying to bring back order without me." It was after he spoke that he realized he didn't call them 'Uglies.'

Nolan was the one to ask the next question, wringing his hands in front of him as he stared off in the direction of recycling. "Is it fixed now?"

"Yeah. Yeah, it should all be fixed. They'll have a temporary code on the surface. Micheal might be able to fix it up in their hard drives, or any other doll with an engineering or coding role, like Amy or Zack." The names came to his mind instantly when searching dolls for tasks. 'One of the few good things about being a prototype,' he supposed, pressing his forefinger and thumb to the bridge of his nose. They needed to get back to town. Ox and the others would have to calm several dolls down, he was sure of it, and Lou needed to fix his shoulder and fade to the background again.

Moxy took the words out of his mind. "Let's head back to town. Everyone's probably really shaken up. We need to get things taken care of, including your shoulder, Louis."

"I said I'm fine." He touched the rip gingerly. No stuffing had come out yet. It was peeking at the tear's edge. "It's not a big deal."

"I say it is." She sing-songed. Lou didn't understand how, after such a terrible ordeal, she was skipping her way back toward the multicolored buildings, getting them all to follow. Lou's feet moved on their own accord, falling in line with Ox, who didn't leave his side to go to the front. "And you're not allowed to leave until you're fixed up."

His eyes narrowed. He expected the familiar heat of annoyance to build in him, burn him up on the inside, but nothing came. The warmth he did feel was foreign and slow, gathering in his chest. "Moxy, seriously," the bite in his words was lost no matter how hard he tried to find it, "I'm-"

"If you say you're fine one more time, I'll..."

"It's alright, Moxy." Ox assured her midway through the threat. "I'll handle him." Lou huffed, crossing his arms, but couldn't find the energy to interject. In fact, he was losing energy for everything. Putting one foot in front of the other felt almost impossible and-

All at once, his visioned tunneled out, going grey and black. His legs crumbled beneath him. The world felt like it was spinning out from under him, sending him and his suddenly pounding head pitching toward the ground. He would've face planted if not for the fluffy arms hooking around his torso, holding him up.

"Lou!"

His eyes were closed. That's why it was so dark. He felt his head hang forward, all control over his body lost and his mind fighting to stay above the waves trying to pull him under. He vaguely felt himself being turned and shifted, the back of his head resting gently against the ground with the rest of his body splayed out. Something - a hand - hit his cheek lightly. "Hey, hey, Lou, buddy, what's wrong?" Ox's voice was strained and shaky. He could sense everyone crowding around him, casting shadows beyond his closed eyelids. His friend shook his shoulder. "Lou, open your eyes. Don't do this to me right n-now." The word cracked. Lou's heart cracked with it. He wanted to open his eyes. Forget coldness and indifference - he wanted to take the pain out of Ox's voice. They hurt each other. It didn't need to keep happening.

Another hand cradled his chin, then moved to his cheek. "He's completely out." Mandy said quietly, her voice almost washed out by the white noise growing in his ears. Conciousness was taunting him at this point.

"That fight took a lot out of him." Babo said - his first time speaking since this whole fiasco began. "I can't blame him though."

A heartbeat of silence passed. "No," Ox stated. "No, that's not all this is. Something else is wrong. I can feel it. Get him to my house. Babo, help me." Hands and arms lifted him gently. The waves crashed down again. He knew no more.

___________________________

It was warm.

Lou's conciousness slowly emerged through the blackness, gaining feeling in his body and coherency in mind. It was warm. Comfortably warm. Nothing like the shack with too thin walls. It felt good to be warm again. There was a light weight across his entire body and a softness at his back - bed and blankets. An incredibly soft bed and blankets that were so warm. He could feel every breath going in and out of his lungs. The world was there, but distant, clouded, and he couldn't find it in him to care-

Someone was holding his hand.

It was a soft hand. Paw-like in a way only certain dolls could be and entirely familiar. Ox. This was Ox's hand, wasn't it? Why was Ox holding his hand? After everything with the recycling, the Gauntlet, the portal, the dethroning, the menial duties - why was he here at all? Wasn't he supposed to be hanging out with those other dolls? Being where Lou couldn't?

An image flashed into his mind. A metal claw holding the arm of his brother while he yelled in pain, fear beginning to move into eyes that were always so brave and warm like this bed-

Ox. The robots. The town.

Everything snapped into place at once.

Lou yanked his heavy eyelids open, ignoring the grainy feel to them, and started to sit up. His bad shoulder sent a pain through his arm with the sudden movement and his back ached from the earlier impact, but he needed to 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒. Why? He wasn't sure. 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑦. The grip on his hand tightened as he tried to let go. "Woah, Lou, slow down." Another paw grabbed his good shoulder, the closest to Ox, and pulled him back down to the pillows. The blonde struggled, but his strength was gone. How long had he been out for? What happened? "I'm right here, brother. You're fine. Everything is fine."

Words tumbled out of Lou's mouth without his consent. "The robots-" He tried to fight Ox's grip, but the green doll held firm, standing at Lou's bedside. Where in the world were they? The shack definitely wasn't decorated like this-

"The robots are fine, too. They're cleaning up, so lay back down before I make ya. Those stitches and bruises have got ta' be smartin." The light threat to Ox's words wasn't missed, though it wasn't like when he was told he had cleaning duty. Lou laid down either way - mainly because his heart was calming down, he was too tired to stay up, and his shoulder was hurting the longer he put weight on it.

"Where am I?" He asked, forcing his voice to remain level. His hands fisted on the blankets as his eyes swept around the room, looking anywhere but at his old friend. The sun shone dimly through drawn windows, leaving the room dark and comfortable.

"My house. We brought you here after you passed out. You scared me half to death, buddy." Ox ran a hand down his face, letting go of Lou's shoulder.

"Sorry." Lou muttered, glancing at him briefly. Why in the world was he using all those old nicknames? Calling him brother? He thought that relationship was dead and gone. Lost in dust years ago. "Don't know why that happened."

"I think I do." Ox leaned back in a chair Lou only now noticed, parked mere inches from the bed. "You're exhausted."

Annoyance flared in his chest, masking the part of him that knew Ox was right. "Am not. I am perfectly fine."

"I have never believed you when you've said those words. I'm not believing you now." The green doll crossed his arms. Lou drew his hands together, interlocking his fingers to try and replace the lost feeling of Ox's hand. "You said you forgot about the bot check."

"I honestly did, Ox." Did he think he was lying? After defending them? He looked away, ignoring the unnatural sting behind his eyes. "I-"

"I know. I believe you. We all do." Ox put a paw on his good shoulder, shaking him a little until Lou looked at him again. "But you and I both know you never forget anything. Your brain has one astounding memory, and you'd never forget something like that without a reason. Lou, you're plain exhausted, and not just from running across town and fighting robots. Have you not been sleeping?"

"Ox, it doesn't matter." He pulled himself to slow sit up, ignoring the light hands that tried to push him back down, pushing force into his voice with energy he didn't have. "Just let me go. I'm fine."

"It does too matter." He stood on the chair to make them almost eye level. "Louis, answer me honestly." The blonde bristled a little at his full name, gazing intently at his legs. "Are you sleeping?"

Maybe it was the fact that no one else was around. Maybe it was because he and Ox had a friendship, a brotherhood, so many years ago. Maybe, on some level, they were still brothers with a lot of trauma. Maybe Lou just wanted to let out the emotions he'd been bottling uo and unable to understand. No matter the reason, the true answer tumbled out of his mouth. "No." His voice was quiet, but in the near empty room, it bounced back to his ears.

"Why?" The doll was equally quiet, bending down until Lou was forced to meet his eye. "I know we haven't been on the best terms at all, but put all that away for a minute. You can talk to me. It's only me and you here. Like old times." He offered a small, shaky smile. "What's keeping you awake?"

"I..." He hesitated. Him and Ox, but it was nowhere near the same. Lou wasn't helping Ox as the one in power. Ox was in power. Lou was the outcast. And yet he felt safe for the first time in a long, long time. He hadn't felt safe since not long before Ox left. Since before Lou found out he wanted to leave. "A lot of things, Ox. I'm not exactly on the best terms with anybody. I can't talk to anyone. You won't even look me in the eyes sometimes. And that stupid, stupid washer-" His breath hitched momentarily. "I can't stop the nightmares. I can't deal with it. It's easier to not sleep than be afraid." He put his face in his hands, trying to push back the tears as he laid his heart out for the first time in.... he didn't know when.

Soft arms wrapped around him, enveloping him in a hug. He stiffened. The last time he had a hug, it was from Ox. Slowly, he pulled his hands from his face, breath frozen in his lungs. The tears he'd been trying to push back moved down his cheeks, plopping down onto Ox's shoulder where Lou's chin was placed. "I didn't know this was happening to you, Lou. I'm sorry. I... I didn't think you'd want anything to do with me after everything. They turned the washer on high, didn't they?"

"It's not supposed to go on high." Lou muttered. "I never put it on high."

"I know, I know. They didn't know. That shouldn't have happened. I'm sorry."

Hesitantly, Lou raised his arms to wrap them around the green doll, closing his eyes and letting out a stuttering breath. Keeping it together was futile. Were he and Ox friends again? Or was this a fluke of a doll pitying him? For the moment, Lou didn't care. He turned his head to put his face to Ox's shoulder, breathing shallowly as he tried to get himself back under control. With his racing thoughts, that was hard to do. Suddenly, there was so much he wanted to say and the chance to say it was right here, right now. He raised his head again so he could speak clearly. "I'm sorry for what I did. All I did. I shouldn't have left you. I shouldn't have fought you. I got bitter and so, so angry at you. At everything. It might've been better if I told you I was a prototype from the start, but... I could only see you leaving me. I couldn't handle it and... and... I'm sorry." He hid his face again.

Ox's paw moved up and down his back soothingly. "I know I can't say anything for the town but.... I forgive you, Lou. We're going to have a lot of work to do, yeah, but I forgive you. Nothing's going to snap right back into place though."

"I didn't expect it to, after everything."

"I'm sorry for trying to leave you like that. I should've picked up that there was something else going on the first couple of times you tried to sway me away from it, and at least talked to you about it. I already knew you said you'd never leave the place, wanted to teach dolls. I should've thought about how I'd be leaving you permanently. I didn't think about how the portal was a one way thing back then. I only focused on getting a kid, not the friend I wasn't going to see again."

"No, that wasn't your fault. That was on me, too. There's no way you could've known."

"We can agree to disagree then because you're not changing my mind." He squeezed the hug a little tighter. Lou ignored the twinge of pain that went through his body, focusing on how the first hug he'd recieved in eternity was still happening. "And Lou, I've been meaning to tell you something. It's about what you said at the Gauntlet."

His heart plummeted to his stomach. "What?"

"You're not just a prototype. You may not be able to leave, but you are a doll. You're no less a doll than I am or anyone else for that matter."

A lump formed in Lou's throat and he had to push it down, more tears flooding his eyes. He hadn't cried like this in a long time. The nightmares were different. He might wake up crying involuntarily or unable to force back a few stray tears as he tried to calm down after waking, wrestling with his lungs in order to stop hyperventilating. "I'll try to believe that." He managed to say.

"I'll keep telling you until you do." They pulled back from each other. Ox gripped Lou's shoulder again. "Are we okay now?"

"Yeah, we're good, I think. Maybe a work in progress at the moment." The blonde offered the tiniest smile that Ox returned.

"I'd say we are."

Lou pulled in a deep breath, using his sleeve to wipe away the tears on his cheeks quickly. It was only then he noticed that he wasn't wearing his suit, but a set of pajamas he definitely didn't recognize. He rarely worpajamas and when he did, it was his white undershirt and a loose pair of black slacks. He didn't have real pajamas. These were green striped - a button up shirt and fluffy pants. "Huh?"

"Oh, yeah." Ox plopped down on the edge of the bed by Lou's side, dropping his hand to pat the taller doll's knee. "They're an extra set of Nolan's pajamas. You only have suits in your house. Care to tell me about that?" Ox raised an eyebrow.

"Nope." He moved the collar to look at where his shoulder was currently ripped. Correction, had been ripped. Ox said something about sitches earlier. The cloth of his shoulder was pulled together by near invisible stitches. Eventually, by the same magic that made them alive, it would all merge together and only leave a scar of white - or whatever color thread was used to tie it together. "Who did the stitching?" Last he remembered, Ox wasn't the best at stitching anything.

"Nolan. He stayed here for a while. Everybody did."

That surprised him. "Everybody?"

Ox nodded, a soft smile on his face. "Lou, after what you did right there - nobody can hate you completely. If they were there, anyway. Actually, a lot of dolls who saw you run earlier came by to ask if you were okay. The others were here for a while to make sure you were okay, but they had to go help the other dolls and the robots. Nolan left only twenty minutes ago."

"How long was I..."

"Six hours. Again, scared me half to death."

"I'll try not to do it again."

"Ya better."

They shared a small laugh. Lou dropped his collar and tested the stretch of his arm. It hurt, but that pain would go away after a day or two. Another thought hit him and he steeled his nerves, feeling confident enough to talk in this comfortable space. "Hey, Ox..."

"Yeah?"

"I... know I deserve my punishment. Heck, I deserved more than what I got, and while I don't hate cleaning at all, just doing that is going to eventually drive me nuts. Possibly literally." He raised his good arm to rub at his temple.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, my programming demands I run this place. I was made for it. Every stitch is meant for it and yet I'm not doing it. Eventually, my programming is going to go nuts. It's already starting to happen. I sometimes can't focus at all. I know I'm not supposed to, Ox, and a lot of dolls won't like it, but if you don't want me to go absolutely crazy, I have to do 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 for this place that's not just cleaning. Paperwork, at least. Please." He was practically begging his former- no, current friend to give him a good job.

Ox tapped his chin, letting out a low hum of thought. "I think your actions today have gotten you off of menial duties." He smiled slightly, making Lou's heart thump with hope. "There may be some dolls adverse to it, but if you're with me, I think they'll be fine. You can work with me in the background. We'll call it a new job where you can do all the paperwork you can handle."

A smile of relief and happiness spread across his lips involuntarily. He let out a sigh and gave a small nod of agreement. "Yeah, I will take that deal."

"Plus, it would be a really big help to me, honestly."

Lou raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Go on."

Ox rubbed the back of his neck. "I kind of don't really know how to do the paperwork. We've been trying, but it's really complicated. I've been on the edge of asking you. I just didn't think you'd be open to it."

"Granted, I might not have if all this hadn't happened, but..." He sighed, folding his hands once more. "I really need it, and I really... really want to be friends with you again."

"We can be. We are. Time will help us." He smiled. "For now though, you need to sleep."

"What are you talking about? I've slept enough. Can't we do the paperwork plan now? And don't you have dolls to check on? Seriously, you're the mayor. They probably want to see you."

"Six hours isn't enough, Lou. Lay back down." He pushed against Lou's chest with his hand, not relenting until the doll gave in and laid back on the pillows. Honestly, he was tired, but the notion of actually doing something sounded better than sleeping. "And the others can take care of em. I'm takin care of my brother. You're my priority."

That warmth of earlier swelled in his chest again. Not fire, not ashes, not hot coal, but warm heat that filled him up from toes to hair and made his heart do little squeezes. "Whatever you say."

"I do say." Ox chuckled, pulling the blankets back up to Lou's neck. "First thing tomorrow, we'll eat breakfast together and get to the office. My kid is on vacation without me, so we'll get the whole week to make up for lost time, got it?"

He bit back a yawn. "Got it."

"Good. Now go to sleep before I make ya."

Lou rolled his eyes then closed them, letting himself relax. The tension he hadn't known was in his chest has lessened, allowing him breathe a little deeper mentally. The tension between him and Ox wasn't completely gone, but this was a start. A good start. The relationship between him and everyone else... it would depend on the doll, and he wouldn't blame him if they never forgave him, but he hoped, really hoped, they would. Three words came to his mind to describe this new phase of his life as he dropped off into nightmare-less oblivion:

A new start.

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The next day, the other dolls would walk into Ox's office in search of their mayor and Lou to find the two sitting side by side at a brand new desk. It was really Lou's desk that he insisted they get from his old mansion as it was big enough for the two of them to work comfortably without bumping elbows over and over again. Each had different stacks of paper - Ox was sorting whatever Lou handed to him and the blonde doll was actually filling out the paperwork from the information on the computer. To every other doll, it would look like a jumble of jibberish words but to him? It was what he'd been used to for ten years.

They would walk through the door to find the two dolls - brothers - arguing good naturedly about the files, one half eaten breakfast plate from Wage's diner to the side.

"How in the world did you manage to get this disorganized? Did your office have a tornado in it?" Lou was asking, shaking his head as he spun a pen in his hand. His suit was back, covering the stitching in his shoulder, and he sat a little bit hunched to try and take the strain off his bruises. Less than perfect posture, but in the new institute, who cared? "Seriously, why are the April files with the October files?"

Ox rolled his eyes, tossing a wad of trash paper at the blonde head. It bounced off, landing in the trash can and earning him a little, unheated glare from a blonde who was trying to fight off a smile despite his frustration. "I have no clue."

"That's really helpful."

"I try to be."

"You're insufferable."

"I try to be that, too." Ox grabbed a piece of toast off Lou's plate. "You need to finish your breakfast."

"Ox, I am not a child-" He was cut off as the French toast was put in his mouth and he was forced to chew lest it drop to the ground. After swallowing, he said, "No fair." Ox only laughed, going back to sorting files as Lou's effortless cursive flew across the blank pages. There was only one way to describe the scene before them.

It was the beginning of a new era.

#lou uglydolls #fanfiction #uglydolls #comfort #fanfic #friendship #sleepy bois inc #oneshot #answered

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torchwood-99 · 9 months

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Torchwood Costume Carnage Semi Finals Round 2

Owen edition!

Sacrificial Lamb Scrubs

This scene is tragic and scary and utterly heartbreaking, but we do get a Gwen (sighted in the background) & Owen hug, so it's not all bad. Plus, check out the lighting.

Slutty Suit

Just as good as red and black is grey and black, especially when paired with a no-tie, open button look. Just a really nice suit, which we had the pleasure of posing as a Jelly-eeled sales man in, while experiencing absolute no homoeroticism whatsoever.

Slutty Vest

Arms.

And shoulders.

I rest my case.

*vest

#Torchwood #Torchwood Costume Carnage #Owen Harper

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clatterbane · 4 months

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New acquisition, whether I wanted it or not! Currently charging more while I run the initial software update.

My existing watch went batshit insane in what looked like a hardware failure kind of way the other night. It had been acting quirky responding for a day or so, but then things escalated pretty suddenly. Besides just rebooting, I tried factory resetting it just in case--but it wouldn't respond, reconnect to the phone, or seemingly turn back on other than to occasionally make weird noises after that. So yeah, it seems to be pretty much toast. I actually stashed it in the flameproof containment box that is our oven before I went to bed, just to be safe with the way it also started heating up. 😬

That was a Galaxy Watch 3 which had constantly gotten used pretty hard for a couple of years, which I actually bought not long after the 4 came out when they started going pretty cheap. So, I figure it had a pretty good run, all things considered.

So, this time I did upgrade--to a 4, when Samsung is up to 6 now. 😊 Similar thinking there. There were some decent sales prices going, and it should suit my somewhat limited needs as well as anything else. I am still mostly just wanting one for the handy CGM display, plus timers and alarms for my shitty executive function. Most other features are gravy.

Thankfully, Mr. C was willing to pop over to Lund this morning and pick one up from the closest Elgiganten that actually had those sale watches in stock. He actually managed to get it for free, switching over to a different phone plan like he had been vaguely considering anyway. Multiple birds with one stone! He also mentioned a family plan that I should be able to switch my current number over to, so both of us can get off prepaid plans and get more data allowance in the bargain. Will probably do that.

Anyway:

Now set up with currently one of the faces that came with G-Watch Wear. Still need to play around with that to hopefully get it displaying the way I want it, but I do have a blood sugar display again! Looks like the graph right in the middle refreshed itself after the watch update. I had previously been running the original G-Watch (pulling data from Diabox), but the GW4 and up run a different OS from

Also just ordered because I really am pretty rough on things:

A stick-on screen protector, plus this supposedly rugged case to hopefully help protect the thing "for those who are adventurous, exercise or want extra good protection".

Meanwhile, the aftermarket screen protector on my now-dead watch. 🙄 I think the screen itself is fine under there, but yeah I think some extra protection against banging the thing around may be in order.

It really doesn't help that I am not just a hyper klutz, but also use a manual wheelchair which makes watches easy to bash up against the pushrims, scrub against the tires, etc. I have learned to be a little more aware and careful of how I'm using the watch wrist, but that probably did not improve the lifespan of the previous watch. Ah well.

#personal #smartwatch #galaxy watch 4 #look out honey cause i'm using technology #cgm

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dragonsarecool · 2 months

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Febwhump Day 23 - Presumed Dead

A/N: Returning home permanently without Doc means Marty has trouble coping with his new world. Set prior to Episode I - It’s About Time.

Settling back into 1985 hadn’t been as smooth as he’d anticipated, considering he’d only spent two weeks in other time periods.

It wasn’t that he felt out of place. On the contrary; he was so relieved to see modern plumbing and his electric guitar that he could’ve cried. Being able to have a proper shower to scrub away the dirt and strum out some chords did more for his mental health was, he decided, better than any therapist could’ve offered him.

It took a few days before he realised what was making it difficult to resettle: he was lonely.

Yes, he did have his family, but the more time he spent with them and learnt just exactly what changes had resulted from his actions in 1955, the more he began to feel like a stranger. This was a family that had been raised by a confident George and supportive Lorraine. Dave was in a high-paying executive position, sporting flashy suits and drinking coffee beans from countries Marty couldn’t begin to pronounce, while Linda was a secretary and halfway through planning an extravagant wedding.

Marty also hadn’t appreciated until now exactly how much time he would spent at Doc’s house. It wasn’t until he was around the corner from the lab that he realised he’d been skating from the school on autopilot, and hesitantly turned away to head home. He couldn’t bring himself to actually lay eyes on his favourite place in the whole world; even thinking about how the place was now abandoned and rotting away was enough to bring tears to his eyes.

On nights when he would have been tinkering with Doc’s latest inventions and sharing a Burger King feast with him, he now lay despondently on his bed, staring at the ceiling with unshed tears. This was worse than death, he thought. At least with death, he knew that someone had no chance of coming back. Yet Doc wasn’t dead, but it seemed almost certain that they would ever meet again.

The influx of rapid change was sometimes too much for him, and he found himself clinging to the one thing left that was familiar. Jennifer had gotten used to Marty turning up at her bedroom window at unholy hours, even if it was just for a singular kiss or quick cuddle. She never protested or asked questions, and always held him as tenderly as she did before it all changed.

Yet he continued to cling to the tiniest scrap of hope that he would return.

He found it easier than accepting the truth.

October turned into November, and November somehow melted into March faster than he would’ve appreciated. He and Jennifer had been idly flipping through the real estate section of the newspaper, discussing what sort of dream first home they wanted to aim for.

When Marty spotted it, a cold shiver came over his body. His grip on the newspaper stiffened as his eyes remained hyper-focused on the paper, ignoring Jennifer’s concerned gaze.

A tiny black and white photograph of a very familiar estate, now decorated with a ‘For Sale’ sign.

For. Sale.

But it’s not for sale.

He never agreed to it!

“They can’t do that!” Marty cried angrily, throwing the newspaper in a heap. He was surprised at the sudden rage that had come over him. “T-They can’t! He never…he never wanted to sell it!”

“Well what choice do they have, Marty?” Jennifer said softly. “For all they know, he is dead-“

“But he’s NOT!” Marty leapt from his position on the couch, pacing around the living room in anger. “He’s not dead!! What’ll he say when he comes back and sees his house has got someone else living in it?!”

“Who are we to say he is coming back, Marty?”

The young man sighed slowly. He didn’t want to admit Jennifer was right, for it meant he was abandoning his hope. “B-But if he’s not coming back, then he’s as good as dead, Jen! A-and I don’t wanna believe that!”

Not after he’s already died once in front of me.

Jennifer rose to her feet, squeezing Marty’s shoulders in the exact spots she knew would make him relax. She allowed a brief silence to pass before proposing an idea. “Would it help if we go and see the house?”

Marty was puzzled. “What do-“

“I mean if you see that sign yourself. See how run-down and ruined it is,” Jennifer nuzzled into his neck. “Do you think it would help make it more real for you?”

Part of Marty wanted to say no. To yell and scream about how he already brought his friend back from death once. To say how he couldn’t bear the thought of living without him.

But Doc’s final words kept coming to mind in moments like this. The future is whatever I make it.

Is this what I’m destined to do now? To whinge and moan about how shitty I feel? I know Doc would tell me off for it…

I guess I should try to make it a good one and not wallow like a pitiful son of a bitch.

Marty nodded. “Let’s give it a try.”

#bttf #fanfiction #back to the future #whump #febwhump #febwhump24 #febwhump2024

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abberant-butler · 2 years

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Sales Pitch

WC: 736 Fluff

The Devildom had always been comprised of all sorts of demons. From the witty and wily to the strong and slow. From the prideful to the apathetic and all things in-between. Although most of the less savory elements had been carefully redirected during the exchange program to keep a better face, the city was still home to a variety of deviants.

So it was not that the Devildom didn’t have door-to-door salesmen, or scam artists looking to get name and credit card information. It was just that, quite frankly, even the worst of the schemers knew better than to knock at the Palace.

Barbatos had been cleaning up from afternoon tea when there came a knock on the door. No guests were expected, and all of the deliveries had already come by late morning. With his sleeves rolled up and a dish towel thrown over his shoulder, Barbatos opened the door, Little D’s darting behind and between his legs to see who was there.

“Mammon?”

The Avatar’s hair was slicked back, and he wore a black suit with gold trim, looking very well put together. Save, perhaps, for the blush already radiating across his cheeks to the tips of his ears. Despite a couple brief attempts, he couldn’t even hold eye contact. Even still, it wasn’t more than a breath before Mammon was launching into his sales pitch.

“H-haven’t ya gotten tired of workin’ all the time?” The awkward start to the obvious question brought a slight curl at the corner of Barbatos’ lips. “Don’t ya think ya do a lot, only for more work to keep pilin’ up? The good news for you is that The Great Mammon is your connection to the human world, and all the conveniences it offers! On my last trip up there, I realized that there are hard working demons who are spending time scrubbing and cleaning things that they don’t have to.”

Little D No. 4 growled, using both hands and full (tiny) weight to try and slam the door. “No solicitors! Scumbag!”

Barbatos casually put his foot to the side to catch the door before it could close, and leaned against the frame. Mammon winced slightly, but when the butler seemed willing to let him go on, he tried not to let the doubt show.

“I’ve got VIP access to top-of-the-line products for customers just like you.” With a flourish that almost made him drop it, Mammon offered out a pamphlet of various home appliances. Stoves and stand mixers, but also energy-saving washers, dryers, and propane grills. “Get your duties done before dessert, and learn what it means to relax at the end of the night.”

Barbatos took the pamphlet, looking it over with a smile that he was no longer trying to restrain. Nothing in it caught his eye- he was a traditionalist after all- but the pitch was convincing and clearly well-practiced.

“I’m guessing you make commissions off these sales?”

“Of course not! I don't make a dime for this, I just really believe in the products and the good they can bring." Barbatos tipped his head and the pause lingered awkwardly for another few seconds. Mammon sighed, "Y-yeah… Fifteen percent goes right back to me so ya know my word is good. Wouldn’t sell nothin’ that I didn’t think worked.”

“Fifteen? That’s quite good…” Barbatos raised an eyebrow as Mammon folded in on himself a bit.

“M… Maybe more like ten. ‘Cause of covering shipping costs’n all that. 'N only if I can sell what I already bought...”

In his mind's eye, Barbatos could already see the stacks of boxes hastily shoved into Mammon's room, and Lucifer's looming ire at the charges on the credit card bill. It probably shouldn't be as charming as it was, but Barbatos always struggled not to find Mammon's antics rather fun. In turn, Mammon always knew the butler would help him out of a tight spot.

“Mmhm. Well then. Perhaps it would help you to see what the kitchen already has, or what your… discerning eye might be able to see what should be replaced. Come in, won’t you? If you had the time, you could even stay for dinner?"

Barbatos offered out his ungloved hand, carefully intertwining his fingers with Mammon's, and drawing the other demon's knuckles up for a soft kiss.

Flushed, Mammon stuttered a laugh. "Y. Yeah…" His voice dropped to just above a whisper. "Thanks…"

#barbatos x mammon #obey me!#om barbatos #💕 fluff #obey me #om mammon

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strangeinvader9 · 2 years

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First Meeting

“Another day, another freaking headache,” I grumbled as I scrubbed the floor. “I need to get out of here. Even if it's just to a different building.” I'd been working as a maid at the hotel in my village for the past seven years and I hated it. It wasn't so much the job I hated as the people. “Excuse me, Miss?” I heard a voice speak up behind me. “Bathroom is to your left, management is upstairs, everything we serve in our kitchen here is for sale as well, you just have to ask and yes we serve pirates as long as they don't cause trouble,” I answered the four most common questions without even looking up. “I wasn't going to ask that.” I paused in my scrubbing to look over my shoulder. Behind me stood a tallish man wearing a white boiler suit with a yellow smiley face like symbol on the left breast, a green hat with a red bill that covered his eyes and had short reddish brown hair. “You weren't?” I questioned. “No,” he answered. “Oh.” Standing up, I straightened out my uniform slightly and spoke the words that were pretty much engraved in my mind at this point. “Welcome to the Salty Spitoon, how tough are ya?” “What?” “Sorry. Heard someone say that once. Welcome to the Salty Spitoon where our beds are warm, our meals are hot and our prices are the best anyone's got. How can I help you?” “Actually, was thinking I could help you.” “Come again?” “I overheard your grumbling earlier and thought I could offer you a way out.” “How?” “Come work for us.” “Us? You mean you work for a company?” “Pirate captain, actually.” I stared at the man in surprise. Most pirates I'd met hadn't been this nice. In fact, they were often downright rude. “Are you serious?” I asked. “Very,” he answered. “We could use someone like you.” “I don't do anything.” “You cook, you clean, you take care of your guests, right?” “Yeah.” “Then come with me. You'll get outta here, travel the world and have many adventures.” “You had me at get outta here. Let's go.” “Do you need anything?” “Just to get out of this stupid uniform.” “Alright. Let's go to your place then.” Tossing my bandana and apron on the floor behind me, I led the guy out of the hotel and towards my house. The walk there was silent. It didn't bother me, but the pirate seemed fidgety. “You don't talk much, do you?” he asked. “Not unless I need to, no,” I responded. “Oh. I'm Shachi by the way.” “Phoenix Jewels, but my friends call me Jewel.” “Don't like your first name?” “It's not that,I just prefer to go by my last name. Wait here.” I had him wait outside while I went inside and changed. Coming back out in a black tank top and blue shorts, I pulled my hair into a ponytail while speaking. “So, where are we headed?” I asked. “To the sub to meet the captain. Hopefully, he'll allow you to join,” Shachi answered as he led me to the docks. “Sub? I thought you were pirates.” “We are. We heart pirates are the only group with a submarine instead of a ship.” “Heart pirates, huh? You guys are just all kinds of unique.” “You're not going to laugh at us?” “What for? I like different. So much similarity is mundane.” “Ah.” We fell silent as we continued towards the docks and I tried to imagine what the captain would be like. I bet he's a happy go lucky type of guy. I thought. I bet he has outlandish clothing like a shirt with hearts printed all over it, maybe black pants, and a big goofy smile. Or, he could have some weird, joker like makeup on. Maybe both. He could even have a jester like hat on. “We're here,” Shachi commented, pulling me from my thoughts. Looking up, I arched a brow at the large, yellow submarine. “It's… yellow. Not quite the color for escaping notice, is it?” I commented. “We mostly travel under water, so it's no big deal,” Shachi replied. “Ah, I see. Sounds fun.” “Come on, I'll introduce you to the captain. I'm sure he's on board.” Shachi began to board the sub, unaware that I was no longer behind him. Shachi POV Boarding the sub once again, I quickly found Law lounging on the deck as per usual; this time without Bepo supporting him so he leaned against the railing instead. He had his hat pulled low over his eyes so I wasn't sure if he was sleeping or not. Before I could even open my mouth, he spoke up. “What do you want, Shachi-ya?” he questioned. “Captain, I've found us a new crew mate!” I announced happily. “And what's so special about this crew mate?” “She can do everything we can't!” “Excuse me?” “I mean everything we don't want to; cook, clean, laundry, that kind of thing.” “In other words, Shachi-ya, you found us a maid.” “Well, yeah. I mean, she doesn't mind working as a maid, so long as she can get away from this island.” He was silent for a moment. I assumed he was thinking over a decision. “Shachi-ya,” he finally spoke. “Yes Captain?” I asked. “Did you think of the consequences of having a female aboard a sub full of men?” “Oh. Uh, no, sir.” Law sighed and I was certain he was rolling his eyes under that fluffy hat of his. “Sometimes I wonder why I let you join my crew,” he grumbled unhappily. “Alright, I'll take a look at this woman and if she's in any way useless, it'll be your job to get rid of her, understood?” “Understood, Captain!” “Good. Now, where is she?” “Oh. She's right-eh? Jewel?” I questioned upon noticing Jewel was no longer behind me. “She was here a moment ago. Jewel! Girl, where did you run off to?” “I'm down here,” I heard as I walked passed the railing opposite Law's resting spot. Looking down, I spotted Jewel in the water. “What the-? What're you doing down there?” “I fell, OK?” “Fell from what? Did you trip?” “No. I stepped on a loose plank. Can you help me up?” “Yeah, hold on.” Walking away for a moment, I came back with the rope ladder and tossed it down to her. Jewel POV Finally on the deck of the submarine, I began to wring the water from my hair over the railing to minimize the water I dropped on the deck while grumbling to myself. “And people wonder why I don't come to the docks more often. This is why. Thousands of planks, one lose one and I happen to step on it every single time. Irritating, useless piece of-” “Jewel,” Shachi interrupted. “Eh? Oh, sorry was I rambling to myself again?” “Yes you were. Is that a frequent occurrence?” “More frequent than I'd like to admit, yes.” Having removed as much of the water from my hair as I could, I then removed my shirt and began to wring it out. “Anyway, I'd like you to meet our Captain,” Shachi said. “Just a sec,” I agreed. Finishing with my shirt, I put it back on before turning around. “Alright. So, where is he?” Shachi then pointed to the figure I just noticed sitting on deck while leaning against the railing. “Phoenix Jewels, meet Trafalgar Law,” he introduced. At the mere sight of the male, I felt a chill crawl down my back and my mental image of a happy go lucky guy shattered. He was tall, dark skinned, blue hoodie with a yellow smiley face and black feathers around the collar, blue pants with black spots around the legs, and black boots. He had two golden earrings in each ear, and a bit of a goatee. I couldn't tell anything about his eyes since he had a fluffy white hat with brown spots on it pulled down low so it covered them. While his powerful presence alone was enough to make me nervous, what really set me on edge was the large sword leaning against his shoulder. That thing has to be as long as he is tall! I thought. Despite his terrifying appearance, I had to admit he was rather handsome. At least, until his full lips curled into a wicked smirk and he tilted his head back so his piercing, silver eyes were now visible. “Pleasure to meet you, Jewel-ya,” he spoke in a voice smoother and richer than dark chocolate. I thought I was going to faint at the way my name sounded when he said it. Instead, my throat closed up in fear and I looked down in shyness. “N-nice to m-meet you too, Mr. Trafalgar,” I managed to squeak out. A deep chuckle slipped from the male and I thought my heart stopped. “Call me Captain, Jewel-ya,” he ordered. “Aye, Captain,” I agreed meekly. What have I gotten myself into? I wondered. Law POV I sat on the deck, leaning against the railing as my crew wandered around the island. It was rather peaceful without all those knuckleheads running around, bothering me. I was honestly about to take a nap when footsteps approached me. I internally sighed. What kind of trouble have they gotten themselves into now? I wondered. “What do you want, Shachi-ya?” I questioned. “Captain, I've found us a new crew mate!” he announced happily. “And what's so special about this crew mate?” “She can do everything we can't!” “Excuse me?” “I mean everything we don't want to; cook, clean, laundry, that kind of thing.” “In other words, Shachi-ya, you found us a maid.” “Well, yeah. I mean, she doesn't mind working as a maid, so long as she can get away from this island.” I was silent for a moment, thinking over a decision. “Shachi-ya,” I finally spoke. “Yes Captain?” Shachi asked. “Did you think of the consequences of having a female aboard a sub full of men?” “Oh. Uh, no, sir.” I sighed and rolled my eyes “Sometimes I wonder why I let you join my crew,” I grumbled unhappily. “Alright, I'll take a look at this woman and if she's in any way useless, it'll be your job to get rid of her, understood?” “Understood, Captain!” “Good. Now, where is she?” “Oh. She's right-eh? Jewel?” I mentally facepalmed. He'd interrupted my nap over a potential new crew mate and he lost her. “I work with idiots,” I grumbled as he went looking for her. Not long after he went looking, I heard the voice of a new female. Looking up, I felt a strange pounding in my chest. My heart was beating quickly as though I'd just run really fast or gotten a bad scare, but I hadn't moved. On the other side of the deck stood the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. She was short, had sunkissed tan skin, long, curly brown hair, gauge style earrings, snake bite piercings, a three leaf clover tattoo on her left wrist, and a sword tattoo on her right shoulder. Her sexy curves were easily visible due to her black tank top and tight blue shorts. “Phoenix Jewels, meet Trafalgar Law,” Shachi introduced. Jewel finally turned to face me and I felt my breath hitch at the sight of her beautiful brown eyes. I couldn't help but smirk at how sexy this girl was as I tilted my head back enough so that my eyes could meet hers. “Pleasure to meet you, Jewel-ya,” I greeted. An adorable blush creeped across her cheeks as she shyly looked away from me. “N-nice to m-meet you too, Mr. Trafalgar,” she squeaked. I chuckled at how absolutely adorable she was. “Call me Captain, Jewel-ya,” I lightly ordered. “Aye Captain,” she agreed meekly. Having her on board is definitely going to be fun. I thought with a smirk.

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seawitch62 · 2 years

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Worst Date Scenario

Yeosang x OC

Fluff, Crack

WC: .3k

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Abby was totally surprised and delighted that Yeosang, called she had all but wiped him off, a month of no contact then out of the blue he calls to meet up.

He is a difficult one to understand Abby reflects, one minute he's hot next he is Houdini.

He can talk your ear off then he sits there like a sullen child.

Why she accepted is a mystery, but he has the ability any sales person would envy.

Abby, berates herself for spending her hard earned dollars on a new outfit, by rights he should be trying to impress her!

Eyeing the skirt, blouse and shoes, oh well they are gorgeous and suit her to a tee.

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Abby is a little miffed, not once since she hopped in the vehicle has Yeosang mentioned her outfit, or that she looks nice.

Non stop chatter like a tweety bird, he always has a lot to say that is for certain.

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As they arrive at their destination Abby comprehends they are at a dock.

As the vehicle pulls away, Abby stares in awe. Before her a ship, by the looks of it a pirate ship.

Yeosang takes hold of Abby's hand and leads the way.

Once aboard, aboard Abby looks around in amazement.

"Wait here" Yeosang directs.

The smell of the salty water hits Abby, 'wow this is so romantic and unexpected'.

Yeosang returns with a bucket of water brimming with suds and a scrubbing brush.

Abby stares confused.

"The deck isn't cleaning itself," he laughs.

"Wait! What? You expect me to scrub this deck?"

Laughing, "expect?" With that he walks away and disappears.

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eddiemunsonwoofty · 2 years

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Fix Me - Part Three

Summary: You reach out to the local "freak"/drug dealer for some kind of escape after your mom dies. Turns out he's the escape you needed.

Caution: drug use, talks of death, sex talk.

📝: not much of a note but I've just been inspired. I hope you've liked parts 1&2 so far.

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"Eddie!" I screamed, "You scared me! And stop calling me princess, Geez!"

"Why? It suits you." He said with a toothy smile. "Suits me?" I questioned. "Look at me, do I look like the princess of the school anymore?" You look down at yourself. You are somewhat disgusted by how you look now, compared to just 7 or 8 months ago.

You had really let yourself go. No semblance of a fashion sense. Your hair a wreck, and you kind of smelled. You pause to think of the last time you showered properly. Like full blown good shower. Not the half ass shower you take when dad yells at you for being like this all week. Those showers are tap in, scrub some shit, tap out.

You come back out of your thoughts, still seeing Eddie up against the tree, staring. "What. Munson?" You shouted. "Haven't you ever seen a depressed person in your life?" Eddie stops gawking at you. His toothy smile turns to a frown. "So is that why you hit me up?" He asked. "Yes, Eddie, I'm sad." I plopped myself back on the bench of the table. Eddie came and sat beside me and put his metal lunch box in between us. "I heard about your mom," he said softly, "I'm really sorry about that, y/n."

"So let's spark this baby!" All of a sudden Eddie flings open his lunch box. Sacks upon sacks of pot lay inside. His enthusiasm definitely snapped me back, but then I just wondered how he could fit all that in there. He dug around in his "drug box" for a few moments only to pull out a joint. "Wait a minute," I said to pause him from lighting that thing, "I thought...you know, you were just gonna sell me some and I'd go off and smoke myself."

"Are you kidding me, princess?" He grinned. "This is our first sale, I gotta know if you like my shit first!" "Plus, if you get high with me you can't bust me!" He exclaimed rocking his head back and forth to taunt me. I laughed as he teased me about it. I hadn't laughed in a long time.

How was he making me laugh? No one else ever could. Was it because we weren't close, so what he said didn't matter? What is going on here? Eddie "the freak" Munson and I were getting along?

"Come on, princess...I mean y/n." He said sarcastically, "Take a couple hits, and you'll be fine." He lit the joint, puffed it a couple times, then passed it my way. "Uh...honestly Eddie," I state the obvious, but I am DEFINITELY embarrassed, "I really don't know what the fuck I'm doing."

"Oh, so your a virgin princess?" Eddie cheesed at me. "Oh my God, Eddie!" I rolled my eyes, but answered him. "Yes, I'm a drug virgin. Now tell me what to do!"

"Uh, well....you just...suck it." He said as his cheeks turned red, realizing what he just said. I ignored what he said, but listened to what he said at the same time. I sucked in...too much! I began to cough uncontrollably. "What the fuck!" I exclaim in between bouts of my coughs. "I forgot to mention, suck...softly..." Eddie bust out in full laughter. He slaps the top of the table. Literally about to hemorrhage from laughter at my expense.

I give him back the joint, "maybe this isn't for me." "No, thats my bad," he says. "I should have went easier on you then just letting you go straight in." He takes the joint, and says "Lean towards me. I'll help you out." He puts the joint to his lips and inhales, and holds it. While still holding in the smoke he says, "Open your mouth."

Huh? Open my mouth? I was so confused, but I did as he said. I leaned in and opened my mouth, a little. He grabbed my chin softly and leaned towards me. I closed my eyes, because what the fuck is going on! I suddenly feel his lips on my lips. Holy shit! Then came the smoke, it filled my mouth and started rolling out of it at the same time. Eddie paused, "breathe in." I did, and he finished. "Hold onto it for a sec or two, princess."

I held the smoke as long as I could, then exhaled. *cough, cough* That time it wasn't so bad. But this guy just planted one on me...didn't he? "Did you just kiss me, munson?" I ask shyly. "Ah, don't flatter yourself, princess, its called a shotgun." He explained, "Its easier to take, huh?" "Um...yeah." I said quietly, I was so embarrassed of how clueless I was.

He hands me the joint back. "Ok, try again, but this time go easy." I did as he said, and it was smoother. We smoked there in silence together after that. The whole thing.

It seemed like no time passed but Eddie suddenly flung that lunch box open again and started searching around. "What are you doing, munson?" I ask. He said, "Well, we've been sitting her for like, an hour, so that shit worked on you." "I'm getting you more." "Uh. I don't think I need anymore. I feel like goo on this picnic table." I state, slowly and in a monotone voice. "Yeah. I know, druggie." He giggled. "This is for tomorrow and the next day, then you can come see me again." He hands me another joint. "Only half a day, doctors orders." He says looking into his lunch box. "How much do i owe you?" "This ones on me. You need it." He starts packing his stuff back in his lunch box. "Let's get you home, princess." He holds out his hand so I can get up. He probably thinks I'm going to collapse to the ground. Honestly, so did I. "I'm okay, Eddie." I slur out. "I can make it home on my own."

"Ha, yeah, okay. I'm gonna take you home." He demands. "You're in no shape over there, ya pot head." Teeth coming straight through that smile again.

We walk out of the woods to the parking lot where he helps me into his old rusty van. "Such a gentleman!" I say sarcastically. He just smiles and shuts the door and walks to the drivers side and gets in. "I live over on rox..." he cuts me off. "I know where you live, don't worry princess, just relax." Seriously. What is with the princess thing. I would've been lying to myself, to say that it wasn't growing on me though. I liked how he said it. It was...kind of hot. Wait a second, how did he know where I lived? I was too high to ask or even think about it more, so I just sat back and enjoyed the ride.

The ride back to my place was silent. As we got closer, I noticed both my brother and father were home. Dad works until six? What fucking time was it? I look at my watch. 5:15. Hmmm, why is dad home? "Can you drop me at the corner, eddie?" I asked still completely high. I couldn't have Steve or dad see me with Munson. They'd lose their shit. "Sure thing." He says and pulls to the corner down from my house. "Thanks for the afternoon, Munson." I smile at him. "Anytime, princess." He winks at me and smiles as I shut the door and watch him pull away. I walk the rest of the way home. As I walk inside I see my dad and Steve standing there both with stern looks on their faces and they're arms crossed.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, Y/N!" my dad shouts.

"Fuck...!"

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scrub-tech · 2 years

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MEDICAL DOCTOR LAB COAT

The medical industry is one of the most significant industries but also one of the most challenging ones. Every day poses a new and unpredictable challenge. Every day doctors and nurses are equipped with a new burdensome challenge, but there is something that remains unchanged every day, the long and strenuous hours of work. When you are already burdened with some life-altering responsibilities, the last thing you want is to be distracted by an ill-fitted medical lab coat. We try to put ourselves in your situation and try to understand how we might be able to make things easier for you.

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androgynousrunawayengineer · 7 days

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