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goliath-de-senfina-sango · 3 years

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I’m on mobile, so ya know, but for @five-rivers @floralflowerpower and I just checked, lemme amend to @uwuplasmiusuwu

This is Fathering a Phantom

It was a bright summer day in Amity Park, Danny Fenton was in the grove - no one wanted to say “Amity Park Park” - doing a handstand while braced against a tree. “See? I told you I could do it.”

“You’re not using your powers to float into that position, are you?”

“Sam, I am offended that you would imply that I, of all people, would cheat at things with levitation.” Danny laughed, flopping down onto his belly in the grass. “Appalled, really, how dare you?”

Laughing, Tucker ripped up a handful of grass from his side and sprinkled it down into Danny’s bird’s nest of hair. “No of course, you are the most noble in character there is. As we have seen, you are a superhero through and through. Complete with bedsheet cape.”

Danny groaned while the three of them laughed and shook his head. “Alright, listen.”

“You, wearing black and white alone, looked at me and asked if I was willing to wear bright primary colors, Danny.” Sam patted his shoulder blade and Danny rolled his eyes. “A ghost asked a goth to wear bright colors. You shall never live that down.”

“There are pastel goths,” Danny countered with a pout. “I checked, there are goths who wear bright colors. It’s a mindset, not a fashion statement.” Tucker draped yet more grass on Danny, who turned to stare at his best friend and deadpanned, “Dude that’s kinda gay.”

Tucker snorted and laughed himself back into the tree they were sitting in front of. “H-how exactly is that gay?”

“Grass, in flower language, represents homosexual love,” Sam supplied.

Tucker covered his heart with a hand and gasped loudly. “Oh goodness me, I, a bisexual nerd, cannot be gay good sir and madam, that is simply unacceptable. Truly, this is the end of my world.”

“I will write you a gorgeous eulogy seasoned with memes,” Danny said, patting Tucker’s thigh as the latter flopped over, putting on his best ‘dying’ act. Then a chill completely at odds with the summer sun shining down on them went up his spine and out of his mouth as a cloud of icy mist. “Shit.” Danny braced for impact, a dome of green light erecting itself over the teens just in time for five missiles to strike it and explode.

When the smoke cleared and Danny transformed in a flash of light – pale skin tan, snow white hair, glowing green eyes, black and white jumpsuit, all the staples of half dead teendom – Danny locked on to his attacker. A large, mechanized man with flaming green mohawk was grinning down at him like a predator baring teeth to prey. “You’ll have to survive to his funeral first, whelp, and I assure you that’s not happening. I’ve gotten a few upgrades since last we fought, and The Hunt is on.”

While Skulker popped out a new cannon, Danny turned to check on his friends, both of whom were pulling out their own Fenton ecto-pistols. When he turned back there was an explosion of golden light and the screeching of tearing metal, and Skulker was missing half of his mech before Danny could even quip at him. Danny dropped his shield, turning to stare at the source of light with everyone else, and found his jaw had dropped very literally to the ground.

Something that could be a bear mixed with a goat, an electric eel, and at least three kinds of birds was aiming a bow at Skulker, an arrow made of golden light already knocked and shining brighter with every second. Each feather was a different color, oscillating in intensity, but overall, it was both hard to look at and impossible to look away from. “Hi there,” the ghost said with a voice that could have been a thousand people speaking in tandem. “You are going to leave in the next five seconds, or I am going to traumatize these children by showing them just how one Ends a ghost. Four. Three.”

Danny had never seen Skulker fly away so fast, especially with only one turbine to boost himself. He couldn’t even blame him, not with the burning fountain of energy beating their kaleidoscopic wings in front of him, aiming at Skulker until buildings were in the way. Danny charged up an ectoblast of his own even as the arrow dissipated. “Well, ever since all this ghost stuff I didn’t believe in guardian angels. Get lost in the Zone?” Much to Danny’s pleasant surprise, the angelic ghost laughed.

“Gods, your aura is screaming ‘fight me,’ did you know that?” The ghost turned to Danny and all the animal features melted into each other until Danny was looking at what could almost pass for a regular human being. Blond hair, brown eyes, some weird old-timey robes, and a single pair of feathery wings that reflected the light catching them like crystal glass. In the next moment, Danny was being dragged into a tight embrace, cut off from the world by arms and feathers alike, and he blinked several times, tense as a bowstring.

“I’m gonna need you to back up before I zap you,” Danny said with his hands up and a buzz traveling from his chest toward his fingertips. The ghost backed up, hands held up where everyone could see them, and wings half folded around him like a cloak.

“Apologies, my response to seeing kids almost getting hurt is to hug them. I should’ve asked first.”

“That’s very true,” Sam said with narrowed eyes. “Who are you, exactly?”

“Yeah, we don’t get many new ghosts around here who know how to speak English,” Tucker said. “Or any who help us.”

The strangely human looking ghost took a deep breath, eyes glowing from brown to golden-orange and clasped their hands together in front of their face. “Well, that explains a few things I’ve observed of you in the past two minutes. Right, so, first thing’s first; hi, I’m Tobias Lumano, you kids can call me Toby. He/him and all that.”

Danny shook the hand extended to him, ignoring the fact that a hand was held out to all three of them. “Danny, Phantom currently.”

“Tucker Foley.”

“Sam Manson. What exactly did you observe of us?” Sam still held her pistol, ready for a fight. Toby chuckled and shook his head.

“Well, Danny here is screaming ‘fight me,’ with his body language and if all you’ve ever met are hostile adult ghosts then that makes sense. You’ve got that Still Warm feel to you, like you’re only recently dead. Which makes the rumors about you impossible, of course, cause I’m pretty sure none of you are even close to being adult humans unless people look a lot younger per quarter of their life in this Realm.” Toby settled with his wings crossed over his chest, relaxed but not quite limp, and Danny cocked his head to the side.

“How do you even see with those glowing in your face all the time?”

“What about Danny screams ‘fight me,’ exactly? He’s totally chill right now.” Tucker gestured at all of Danny, bobbing idly up and down on some kind of current that he had yet to identify.

“Oh, my dear summer child, ghosts communicate in ways that non-psychic humans cannot perceive fully. You see this?” Toby brushed a feather against Danny’s glow and the teen made a face, drifting away from the odd sensation. The glow stretched with his movement before Toby backed off. “That’s your aura, little man, and it’s currently positioned in a way that’s sort of giving the finger to everyone around you. How long have you been liminal if you don’t know about your aura?”

“How long have I been what now?”

“I think he’s talking about you being half ghost,” Tucker said, whipping out his PDA and tapping away at the screen. “We’ve never actually heard a term for it before other than Sidney Poindexter calling Danny a halfa. No offense to Poindexter but that’s a really dumb name.”

Toby laughed, covering his face with a hand, and shaking his head. “Right, ok, you’ve got a lot to learn, but I think I can help with that.”

“We should probably take this discussion somewhere a bit more private than the open park,” Sam hissed. “This is supposed to be a secret, remember Danny?”

Danny rolled his eyes and turned his head around 360 degrees. “There’s no one here right now, Sam.”

“Well, if you’re keeping this a secret then yeah, you should probably find somewhere secure to talk about this at.” Toby rolled his eyes and became translucent, spreading his wings and circling around the three of them. “Here, you take this feather and just break it when you feel ready to talk with me. I’ve got some things to figure out around here.” One such feather fell into Sam’s hand, taking on the hue of several leaves in a gradient, and Toby winked at Danny before vanishing entirely from view.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #tucker foley #sam manson #fanfiction #rexy writes #fanfic #OCs #Tobias Lumano #Skulker #get wrecked Skulker #i hope i tagged everyone right

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bells-of-black-sunday · 3 years

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♥ - STAKED - a jarring event, something that changed their life/outlook (Danny)

Monsterous asks | accepting

Danny hated school, always had since everyone suddenly started caring about superficial bullshit that didn't mean anything. He went from being the kid everyone ignored or was invited over because his parents were friends with their parents. Walking through the halls was a lot of avoiding eye contact, blending into crowds and ignoring the whispers. He was weird, the kid that wore too much eye liner and wore dark clothes, gave himself piercings because he thought they looked cool instead it just put a bigger target on his back.

The teenager ducked into the classroom the filmography and photography clubs shared laying his backpack on an empty counter he was about to pull out his camera when he heard the door open. Glancing back expecting one of the other club members his heart sank and he immediately turned to face the group of three. The three that did their best to make his life hell, he had no idea why. Did they even need a reason? "Figured we'd find your rat ass here." "What do you want?" They stepped closer backing him into his all too familiar corner, he'd done this so many times before, "Do we really need a resson?" He shook his head, he knew the best way to survive was to make himself as small of a target as possible. Make things go over as quickly as possible so he could get out and leave.

"We caught you hanging out with the captain of the baseball team, you aren't some kind of queer are you?" "I-" he saw the shine of steel in the older mans pocket and the grin on his companions faces, "What? N-no." He felt his arms get pinned against the flat counter top as the cool blade touched his skin, "Good, good. Then I won't have to string you up like a deer. If we catch you even looking at him again you're fucking dead, got it raccoon boy?" His words were accented by the blade cutting a thin line down his abomen that made him hold his breath, "G-Got it." That was the day Danny learned people were shit and got everything coming to them. He retreated into himself putting on a front only pretending to care about other people for the sake of being normal. He got it down to a science in his four years of hell.

#ic #just a man and his camera (ghostface)#tw; homophobia #/about the muse

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chrissys2boys-dannysteve · 4 years

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During a camping trip Steve and Danny find a crashed plane and a couple of million dollars in stolen money. Read what happens when the two meet the criminals who want to pick up their money.

As promised, the last part of the story @murphyhatesme, @mireilleleerves, @auntie17, @surewouldbeinteresting, @minahahj, @mcdannoangelwolf, @gatorasmus, @mcdannowave, @cowandcalf, @clmckeever58, @1stbonesfan, @bgharison, @ariestaurus21, @hikariyaoishipper, @love2hulksmash

Part Four / Part Three / Part Two / Part One

“Watch for rock slides here,” Steve warned.

It was late afternoon. It had taken the larger part of the day to cut back over the bluffs and they were their way down the backside of the mountainside. There was no trail to speak of, and they had to focus on their footing. Far below was along valley with what appeared to be the scattered buildings of a ranch.

“What is that?” Danny asked, sliding to a stop beside Steve.

“I think an health resort of which I have read in an old hiking guide.”

Danny shaded his eyes, studying the empty corrals and tumbled down buildings. “It looks abandoned. We could burn the buildings down.” And at Steve’s expression, he said ,”We’ve got to get the attention of someone: other hikers, rangers, campers. I’m okay, but we can’t play hide and seek on this mountain all day.”

“Yeah, you’re great. We both are. Tired, hungry, thirsty-” Steve brushed the edge of his thumb against Danny’s cheekbone. “Sunburned. Next time, you pick up the vacation spot.”

“Now that I’m holding you to.” Danny smothered a yawn. “Maybe they did go after the money.”

Steve shook his head. “Even if they went to that meadow and they found the crashed plane, they know we were there first. It’s going to confirm their suspicion that we found the money and hid it. And they’re right.”

“If they did use our map to find the meadow, how long would it take them?”

Steve did some calculations. “If they started last night they’d have reached the meadow by midmorning.” Steve’s eyes met his partner’s. “But I think they’ll come straight after us. They know we eventually have to make our way down. They’ll try to intercept.”

“Then we better keep moving.” Danny suggested.

The wind made a mournful sound through the broken boards of the old health resort. Shafts of sunlight, fading with the dimming daylight, highlighted the body lying face down in the dust. The bullet hole in the back of the uniform jacket was crusted with blood several days old.

“Damn.” Danny buried his nose in the crook of his arm as he approached the corpse. “They killed a ranger.” He glanced back; Steve was standing in the open doorway watching the hills behind them. “Everything okay?”

Steve nodded - but absently. “I’m not sure. I thought I saw a flash on that hillside.”

Danny joined him and they watched for a moment. Nothing moved. Nothing but the ripple of grass in the fields.

“Why hasn’t anyone noticed they’re missing a park ranger?”

Steve shook his head. “Maybe they have.” His eyes never left the hillside.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Danny asked.

Steve turned his head and grinned slowly. “Probably.”

“I don’t know if it’s bright enough or hot enough,” Danny muttered between gentle puffs of breath on the pile of smocking pocket lint and dried leaves. He tilted a piece of broken glass to better catch the sun rays. “You’ve got wood stacked up inside if I can get this going?”

“It’s all ready to go. We just have to transfer the blaze from here to there.”

“The blaze…?” Danny said ruefully.

They were silent, watching. Minutes passed. Steve made a sharp exclamation as the pocket lint suddenly ignited. “Well done, babe!”

Danny used the glass to scoop up his tiny fire, protecting it with his hand as he stepped carefully through the broken door and put the fire to the stack of dried boards and timber Steve had piled in the center of the floor. They stared in silent satisfaction as the flames caught.

“There’s the cheese,” Danny said. “Now we just wait for the mice to show up.” He smiled at Steve, who reached a hand behind his neck, drawing him close and kissing him. Danny was smiling, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “You watch your back, Steve. Understand me?”

Steve grinned. “I’m the best there is.”

Danny’s hand tightened on Steve’s muscled arm. “No. Don’t joke around. And don’t get cocky. If something happens to you again - I don’t think I’d get over it.”

“That’s fine,” Steve said, “because nothing is going to happen to me. And I’ll tell you something else. We’ve been involved a long time - regardless of what we call ourselves: friends, lovers, partners. We’re a team, Danny. We always have been. We always will be.”

Steve freed himself, catching Danny’s hand briefly in his own before slipping away. Frowning, Danny watched him lift himself up and out through the broken window frame. Steve paused, balanced in the window for a moment. “And when this is over, I owe you a real vacation,” he said. “We’ll call it a honeymoon.”

The next moment he was gone, disappearing into the twilight. Danny waited, watching the fire shadow dance over the dead ranger’s body.

They would come. Steve had no doubt on that score. He lay in the tall grass, watching the surroundings, waiting for their approach. Yeah, they would come, expecting to find them both inside - maybe even sleeping. The moon turned the waves of grass to silver. Somewhere on the other side of the building Danny was lying in wait with the riffle. The hours passed. Steve began to wonder if they were wrong. Maybe the woman and her henchmen had decided to cut their losses and head for the hills.

And then he heard the rumbling in the distance - raising his head Steve saw lights in the distant sky. A helicopter - with search lights. Too far away - checking the next valley over. Interesting, though. He wondered what it meant: would have liked to ask Danny what he made of it. Steve resisted the temptation to look for his partner. He knew Danny was there. He could feel him out there - hunting - just as Steve was.

More time passed. Steve was beginning to feel his assorted aches and pains with a vengeance, his muscles stiffening up. That was liable to slow him down when the moment came. He was still mulling this over when a rifle fired, cracking the silence. Steve crawled forward and as he did a bullet slammed into the wooden fence a few inches above his head. The woman - coming up from behind the building already knowing they weren’t inside.

Steve dived behind a small shed. He could hear the whup, whup, whup of the helicopter, the searching light skimming over the trees and fields down the valley - moving towards them.

As Steve watched, Danny rose up out of the grass. “Drop it.” The woman froze. “I said drop the rifle,” Danny called. She didn’t move - and didn’t throw the riffle away - and Steve immediately understood. He began to look for her henchman.

“Not going to tell you again,” Danny said calmly, trusting Steve to take care of business.

Sure enough, there the woman’s henchman was, stepping out from behind the smoke shack, drawing a bead on Danny. Steve launched himself at him, tackling him around the waist. He felt one bullet burn past his cheek - the man went down firing - and Steve felt another bullet hit the ground next to his foot. He slammed the henchman against the ground and wrested the rifle from him.

The man was screaming and swearing, doing his best to kick Steve, and then, in the distance Steve heard another rifle shot. And even though he trusted Danny to look after himself, for one very long second his heart forgot how to beat.

He cuffed the henchman on the head, and he stopped fighting, sobbing with fury and frustration. Scrambling to his feet, Steve searched for his partner, and became aware of the thrum of helicopter rotor blades drowning out everything else. Pale light bathed the yard like a spotlight. He couldn’t see anything.

“Danny?” he yelled.

“This is the Department of Fish and Game. Put down your weapons.”

Steve stared across the blanched white yard, the tall grass whipping in the wind created by the helicopter blades. He opened his mouth to call for Danny again, but his partner shouted back, “Right here, babe.”

“We repeat. This is the Department of Fish and Game. Put down your weapons.”

Saved by the Department of Fish and Game? They were never going to live that one down. Filing that one away for future amusement, Steve threw the henchman’s rifle aside.

“You bastard,” the man said. “I wish we’d killed you.”

The man continued to swear a steady stream of invective as the helicopter landed, dust blowing toward them in a wave. Steve ignored him, ignored the Fish and Game wardens pilling out of the helicopter. He gazed across the sea of grass and spotted the woman standing there, swaying, one arm cradling the other - and a few feet to her left, Danny.

And Steve relaxed. At last. Feeling Steve’s gaze, Danny looked across to his partner. He nodded. Steve nodded back. And then Danny’s face broke into a grin. Steve returned his grin.

#mcdanno #danny x steve #my writing

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ladylynse · 5 years

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Down the Rabbit Hole [FF | AO3] - a crossover fic featuring Over the Garden Wall, Trollhunters, Gravity Falls, and Danny Phantom

Wirt had heard a lot of stories about college, but somehow, he still wasn’t prepared for one of his roommate’s crazy friends to smuggle a hatchet into their dorm room. Future fic/college AU (technically)

Hi, folks; if this looks familiar, it’s because it originated from a fic title ask--albeit now it’s expanded to a fourth fandom, which will become more important in the second part. Written into a full story for @lumanae. Happy New Year, everyone!

Wirt stared.

It was his first week of college. His first week on campus, really, as he’d only moved in the day before term began. (He still had a couple of boxes on his desk to unpack.) He’d heard plenty of crazy stories, but that was to be expected. He’d already learned not to believe everything that came out of his roommate Toby’s mouth, just as he’d learned that he was to call Toby’s grandmother Nana whenever Toby honoured her request to drag him down for a weekend visit so she could get to know him.

Some classes had given general overviews for their first lecture, and the others had jumped right into it and he felt like he was already scrambling to catch up. Sometimes, he thought it was lucky he’d managed to make it to class on time, especially since he’d already gotten lost in the basement of the chemistry building looking for the place his biology lab would be held next week. Frankly, he was lucky that Toby had taken pity on him and given him the rundown on the best places on campus to get food and caffeine, not to mention showing him a couple of underground shortcuts he hadn’t even realized existed.

It had been a crash course, but he’d learned the ropes.

At least, he’d thought he had.

But that was before Toby’s friend Wendy ‘straight out of the wilds of Oregon’ Corduroy had smuggled an axe into their dorm room.

“That’s…that’s an actual axe,” Wirt said. He knew the door was closed, knew it was locked, knew no one could possibly walk in on them, but he managed to tear his eyes off the axe just long enough to check again anyway.

Wendy snorted. She was perched on Toby’s desk, already reaching into her pocket for a stick of gum. “It’s a hatchet, squirt. Which means it’s smaller and lighter than what you’re thinking of.”

“He’s not technically wrong, though,” Toby said. Wendy stuck her tongue out at him before popping the gum into her mouth.

Maybe he’d accidentally ended up bunking with a psychopath.

Toby picked up the hatchet and examined it. “It seems to be weighted well.”

Maybe he could ask for a room reassignment.

“Of course it’s weighted well. You met my family on moving day, Domzalski. I’d be disowned if I couldn’t pick out the best of the bunch.”

This was insane. That was a weapon. It wasn’t allowed. How had she even—!

“I’ll teach you guys how to throw it this weekend,” Wendy said. “It’ll take you a while to get the hang of it.”

“Eh, I figure I’ll pick it up quick,” Toby said with a smirk. “Wirt’s the one who’ll need to figure out the balance when throwing.”

He had no idea how he’d even gotten to be a part of this. Why had they involved him? This would make him an accomplice! Could he even report this without getting into trouble?

Did he want to risk it when his roommate had a hatchet and figured he already knew how to throw it? When he had a friend who definitely did know how to throw it?

“I…I don’t know if I really need to,” Wirt said slowly. “I mean, I’ve already gotten a bunch of readings and assignments—”

“Hey.” Wendy pointed at him. “Neither of you look like you could survive the apocalypse, okay? I just want to make sure my friends are safe if it happens.”

Toby laughed. “I don’t think zombies are what we need to worry about.”

Wendy shrugged. “I never said anything about zombies. But this stays between us. Meet me at my place Saturday morning. We’ll go out to the country for practice, just the three of us.”

“Um.” Wirt swallowed. “What about your roommate?”

“Jazz? I’m not worried about her. She might not look it, but that girl can handle herself. She just doesn’t know how to hide her weapons. You two, on the other hand….”

“Oh, come on, don’t lump me in with him,” Toby said, jabbing a thumb in Wirt’s direction. “I’d be way better in a fight.”

Even Jazz had weapons? That weren’t Wendy’s? He’d only met her for a few minutes when Toby had introduced him to Wendy, barely remembered what she looked like beyond the red hair, but she’d seemed nice. Stable. Unlike the people he was currently with.

“I’ll be the judge of that on Saturday.” Wendy hopped off the desk. “In the meantime, find a good hiding spot. Concealed but accessible. Sorry I’ve gotta cut and run, but I’m gonna be late for a library study session with my grade-obsessed roomie. Give it three weeks, and then it’ll get to her.” She unlocked the door and tossed a two-fingered salute at them over her shoulder. “Later.”

Wirt slowly sunk down onto his bed even as Toby crossed the floor to lock the door behind Wendy. “What…what are we going to do with that?”

Toby eyed the hatchet for a moment. “Drive some nails into the wall and hide it behind a poster between our beds?”

“You’re kidding.”

“It’s better than behind the dresser. Or under a bed or in one of the desk drawers. When you’re attacked, they don’t really give you time to grab your stuff.”

“Welcome to college, Wirt,” Wirt muttered. Louder, he said, “I don’t even have a hammer.”

Toby grinned. “Don’t worry, I’ve got us covered.”

XXXXXX

Saturday was a disaster.

Wendy had had her truck packed by the time they got there, and by ten, Wirt had no idea where they were. After the hour drive and half hour hike, Wendy was setting up targets and Toby had the audacity to start humming.

Things got worse once Wendy’s lessons began.

Wirt couldn’t seem to hit a target. Any target. No matter how close he was. Well, fine, if he was really close, sometimes he could hit the target, but he couldn’t get anything to stick. Even if the hatchet miraculously hit blade first, he couldn’t get the angle right.

It took him six hours (not including their picnic lunch, courtesy of Wendy) to chip the corner of Wendy’s wooden target. His arm had been aching since the first hour, even when he’d started switching between his throwing arms and taking copious breaks. None of Wendy’s advice helped.

Toby, on the other hand, stuck a bullseye on his third try.

And then he just got more consistent.

“How are you good at this?” Wirt asked at one point.

Toby smirked. “I have many hidden talents.”

Somehow, that wasn’t comforting.

Wendy wound up giving Toby a passing grade, but on the drive home, she informed Wirt that he was slated for extra lessons. “You’re not dying on me,” she said when he tried to protest.

“Funny, I’d believe that more if you weren’t trying to kill me.”

She laughed. “Trust me, I’m not there yet.”

Yet?

“C’mon, I’ll train you,” Toby piped up, nudging him in the shoulder. The truck was only a three-seater, and Wirt was trapped in the middle. “We’ll get a dartboard or something and at least work on your aim. Totally innocuous stuff.”

“I see why you two get on so well,” Wirt grumbled. He had a feeling they wouldn’t let this drop. If that were a possibility, they wouldn’t have gone so far away to train. Or spent most of the daylight doing it.

He didn’t know why, but whatever this was, it wasn’t just some fad for them. Wendy seemed to genuinely believe she was helping, and Toby was too good to just be in it for kicks. He wouldn’t have minded the training, but it couldn’t just be for survival training. Actual survival training would involve more than how to throw a hatchet into a homemade target. He could handle the sewing part, but scavenging? He was little better than he’d been in the Unknown. He was better at playing a musical instrument than crafting something useful. He didn’t—

Seriously. Why were they both so chill about this whole apocalypse thing? Did they think it was a joke?

Maybe they were hazing him or something. That was a thing in college, wasn’t it? Something people did before you were officially accepted into whatever it was?

Maybe they hadn’t just met, either. Maybe they were actually long-time friends and saw him as a gullible target. And he couldn’t blame them. He’d fallen for a lot over the years.

But…this was kinda elaborate for a prank, wasn’t it?

It had to be a practical joke, though. There weren’t any other options. How could it not be a joke? This was the real world, not…whatever the Unknown had been. The apocalypse wasn’t actually going to happen. Not in his lifetime. Not unless the Powers that Be decided to fight each other, and he was pretty sure everyone valued their own lives too much for that to happen.

It was possible his new friends were conspiracy theorists, but….

No. More likely, he had an overactive imagination.

Way more likely.

An overactive imagination, and two new friends who were jokers.

Whatever. Greg would have an idea to get them back. He was better at that sort of thing. For now, Wirt was better off sitting back and trying to enjoy the ride.

XXXXXXXX

Wirt had no idea how Wendy had gotten a key to their place, but she wasn’t shy about using it.

To be fair, he hadn’t asked Toby if he knew, but he hadn’t wanted to in case he didn’t like the answer. He wasn’t entirely confident that Toby had procured it for her. He’d made the mistake of asking Wendy how she’d gotten it once, and she’d just smirked.

Ignorance seemed safer.

So when she waltzed in when he was trying to wrap his head around his calculus assignment, all he said was, “Toby’s in a bio lab till four and I don’t have time for extra practice.” It wasn’t worth commenting on the fact that he’d locked himself in in an effort to focus.

A futile one, apparently.

Wendy leaned against the edge of his desk. “You’re getting better, Wirt, but you’re not getting that much better. Do you and Toby even use that dartboard he bought?”

“He does,” Wirt mumbled.

Wendy hummed and picked up one of his assignments and started flipping through it. A month of telling her to stop hadn’t quelled her habit of snooping. Wirt figured it wasn’t worth fighting, that she probably would stop if she knew he was anything more than mildly annoyed, but— “Did you ever have to do derivatives?”

“I’m not here to crunch numbers,” Wendy said without looking up. She was frowning. “Wirt, is this an analogy for death?”

“Is what what?”

“This Unknown place you wrote about.”

Wirt froze. His creative writing assignment. He hadn’t realized that’s what she was looking at. He’d had a few assignments in the last few days that required him to hand in hard copies, but that—

“It’s pretty detailed. I didn’t know you could write like this.” The papers were tossed on top of his math book. “So, spill. Death? Limbo? Purgatory? Or just, like, a coming-of-age story dealing with responsibility and struggles and accepting certain things about yourself and whatever?”

There was a note in her voice he hadn’t heard before. Not desperation, nothing like that, but not joking, either. Not like he’d expect. But it was more than just curiosity. Harder. Like a command lay beneath it.

Wirt carefully flipped the papers back over and moved the assignment off to the side. “Honestly, I don’t even know,” he said. “I just wrote. And tried to stick a bunch of themes in there. It’s probably all of that stuff.”

She stared at him. Pursed her lips. Moved her gaze down to his math work. And then tapped the question he was working on in the textbook and said, “You copied that down wrong. It’s f double prime, not f prime. I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

She was gone before he had a chance to ask her why she’d come in the first place.

XXXXXXX

Wirt was almost asleep when he heard, “So what’s the Unknown?”

He groaned. “I turned that assignment in two weeks ago. Can’t you guys give it a rest?”

“Maybe if you give me an answer. So sue me. Wendy’s got me curious.”

“I’d rather slug you,” Wirt muttered into his pillow, pulling his spare over his head. “Do we have to do this now?”

“It was pretty detailed. How’d you think of it?”

“I have a good imagination.”

A snort. “Huh, and here I thought you might’ve wandered into another dimension.”

Wirt was too tired to laugh. Too tired to pretend to laugh. “You done yet?”

“Almost. One of my friends is on break next week. They’ve got a reading week. She’s coming to visit. She can’t crash here, obviously, but Wendy and Jazz have a couch they said she could call home, so she’ll be around. A lot.”

“Great.”

“I just figured I should warn you.”

“Why would you need to warn me?” A heads up was fine, expected even, but warning? Toby didn’t use that word lightly.

Toby didn’t answer, just mumbled a goodnight before creaking springs and rustling blankets meant he was rolling over and planning on not talking anymore.

Unfortunately, Wirt was already awake.

XXXXXXXX

When Wirt met Toby’s friend Claire, he understood why Toby got along so well with Wendy.

“Nice to meet you,” she said, very politely shaking his hand. And then, without missing a beat, she turned to Toby. “Why the hatchet behind the movie poster?”

She’d been in their dorm room a grand total of two and a half minutes, tops. Just long enough to finish the introductions. It’s not like the hatchet was that visible; it had taken them forever to hide it beneath the poster so that it couldn’t be seen, and no one else who had stopped by their room had ever commented on it. So how come she’d managed to spot it so quickly?

She wouldn’t be asking Toby about the hatchet if she’d known where it was, not unless he’d been putting her off until she came in person, but what kind of sense did that make?

Toby grinned. “Insurance,” he said. “Y’know. In case of monsters.”

Claire’s eyebrows rose, and her eyes flicked towards Toby’s desk and then to Wirt before finding Toby again. “Monsters,” she repeated. “Right.”

She didn’t sound skeptical, like a normal person. She…she almost sounded resigned.

“Does it at least have good balance? It’s weighted well?”

Really, it made instant sense that Toby was friends with Claire and Wendy.

Maybe Toby had at least told her to look for something hidden in their room, if not that it was a hatchet. Or maybe he hadn’t told her where it was, just that they had a hatchet in the first place. Maybe she hadn’t just walked in and spotted their secret instantly, without even knowing they were hiding one.

Toby made an exaggerated gesture towards the hidden hatchet. “See for yourself, señorita.”

Claire’s exclamation of delight as she handled the weapon—and, more to the point, the ease with which she wielded it—made Wirt think Toby’s warning hadn’t been entirely unfounded.

XXXXXXXX

Toby and Claire didn’t spend much time in the dorm room after all, but Wirt didn’t have to be a genius to figure out that the two kept talking about something and didn’t want to say too much around him. All he understood was that it involved someone else named Jim—likely as not, the third in the high school photo Toby had taped above his desk. Considering the only others up there was one of his nana with her cat and one of him with Wirt and Wendy, it seemed a safe enough bet.

They talked about a few other people, but most of those were by some nickname. More to the point, they were nicknames he didn’t recognize, so even if Toby had told him about these people, he couldn’t piece it together. (Though he had no idea how someone got to be named Blinky, Not-Enrique had to be some inside joke. Maybe he looked like someone named Enrique and kept getting mistaken for him by people who only knew Enrique?) Anyway, it was too hard to keep them straight when he wasn’t supposed to be eavesdropping in the first place.

It wasn’t until Claire was actually gone that Wirt finally worked up the courage to ask Toby about the stuff he’d heard. “Is your friend in trouble?”

“Claire?” Toby spun his desk chair around to face Wirt, who was sitting on his bed. “She’s always in trouble. Mostly because she’s helping other people out of it.”

“No, the other one. Jim. I heard you guys talk about him, and you sounded worried.”

Toby blew out a breath. “That’s complicated. Claire’s going to keep me posted. Right now, it’s nothing you need to worry about.”

Wirt smirked. “So not the start of the apocalypse?”

“Not yet, anyway.”

“Great. Means I can actually focus on my last couple of midterms.” He knew Toby’s were over—at least, his first round was; he had a few classes that had two midterms—which was probably the only reason he’d survived Claire’s visit when most others were studying.

It was funny, though. He’d have figured, if Claire’s college did have a reading week in the fall, that it would be after midterms, but this was the middle of October. It was prime midterm season.

“Hey, uh, where’s Claire study, anyway? I don’t remember.”

“She’s in New Jersey. Small place. You won’t have heard of it. I never had.”

“You sure?”

“Definitely.”

“Try me.”

Toby rolled his eyes. “Heartstone. Happy? Anyway, since you apparently don’t acknowledge your text messages, Wendy said to give you a heads up that she’s got a couple friends coming to town for a few days, too. High schoolers scouting out potential colleges, including our stomping ground. She wants to know if we can meet them for supper at some point.”

Toby was right—he hadn’t heard of Heartstone—but the subject change gave Wirt pause. Toby was usually happy to talk about his other friends. Honestly, he was usually happy to talk about anything. Especially when it was an excuse to procrastinate on his homework.

Wirt decided to ignore it for now and gave a shrug. “Any day should work for me. Next week’s pretty open. Mostly just writing papers.”

“Awesome. It should be good. From what she tells me about them, you’ll love them.”

“I’m sure I will.”

XXXXXXXX

The Pines twins didn’t fit Wirt’s idea of normal, either. He was beginning to doubt that anyone his roommate (or his friends) knew ever would. It wasn’t Mabel’s love of homemade sweaters or the way Dipper almost immediately asked him about the Unknown (why had Wendy told him about an old assignment, anyway?) when they met up at the restaurant just off campus. It wasn’t the way they sometimes finished each other’s sentences, either, because judging by their grins, they were hamming it up for his and Toby’s sake. It was more….

Well, it was the fact that when the subject somehow turned to cryptozoology, they knew a lot.

Even Toby looked surprised, though in all fairness, he looked happy about it. And some of his questions were…oddly specific. The twins looked delighted. Wendy was just smirking as if this was going exactly as she’d expected.

Wirt had hoped the conversation would change when Jazz joined them for dessert, but it just made things worse. She wasn’t so much skeptical of their stories as she was analytical. Like she wanted to learn as much as possible even though none of it was real. She kept asking questions. And no matter what she asked, they had answers—Dipper especially.

Wendy had given him a playful nudge when she’d finally interrupted to bring up demons. Dipper’s face darkened, like he wished she’d left well enough alone, but he and Mabel were able to spin yet another tale. Jazz looked delighted. Wirt couldn’t remember if she’d brought up alternate dimensions or if it had been Toby, but that had easily been a half hour tangent. Wirt had no idea how they came up with these things. Sure, the Unknown had been real, or at least as real as it could be, but it’s not like pocket dimensions or doors to other worlds existed all over the place. The twins’ stories were obviously fabrications even if they purposefully didn’t frame them like that, and Toby and Jazz and Wendy loved playing along—to the point that they’d keep asking his opinion on things even when he didn’t try to join the conversation.

But seriously. If gnomes were actually real, they wouldn’t vomit rainbows. That just…. It didn’t make sense. Rainbows were just light broken into the visible spectrum. If that light had no reason to refract and disperse in the first place—

He was thinking too much about this.

Just like he had about things in the Unknown.

At least these things were just stories.

XXXXXX

Wirt found the sheets detailing exorcisms—both ghostly and demonic—mixed in with his schoolwork that night. He didn’t recognize the handwriting—any of the handwriting, since it looked to be done by three different people—but the top piece of paper was addressed to him. Wirt, hope this helps. It was in the same hand as the majority of the notes.

Dipper’s, maybe. He’d talked more details than Mabel. And Wendy could’ve easily slipped the papers into his room since she had a key. He wasn’t sure about the third hand. Mabel had mentioned their grunkles, but he’d gotten the impression they were travelling somewhere. But considering the tiny, careful details that supplemented the first set of notes on the ghost section….

Was this why Jazz had had weapons?

Was it actually possible that Wendy had managed to wind up rooming with someone as crazy as she was in her own way? Someone who believed whatever story Wendy had fed her and didn’t find it weird to be asked to write up what was very likely pseudoscience at best? He’d thought Jazz’s major was something like psychology, but maybe….

Wirt flipped through the pages. One of them was definitely written mostly in Latin. Another was covered in a language he didn’t recognize at all, which is probably why the phonetic pronunciation was written in brackets behind every sentence. Another was English but filled with words he didn’t know.

He wondered what the heck he’d gotten himself into.

Maybe he should transfer somewhere else. Or at least put in for a different roommate for next term. Distance would help, wouldn’t it?

Except, insane as it sounded, insane as the situation was, it seemed like his friends were just trying to help him. Maybe Wendy really had realized the truth of what he’d written up for his English assignment. Maybe that’s why she wouldn’t let him get away with waving it off.

But if she didn’t just believe it was real because she apparently seemed to believe everything like it was real, what was her story? And Toby’s, since he was the same way? Claire’s? Mabel and Dipper’s? Even Jazz’s?

“They have to have just been telling stories,” Wirt said aloud.

But Toby wasn’t around to reassure him, and he couldn’t quite convince himself.

XXXXX

It was past midnight some weeks later when Wirt saw the…creature.

He woke shivering, pulling the blankets around him, and then he realized that the draft from the window above his bed was stronger than usual. It wasn’t whistling like it did when the wind was from the north, and it wasn’t like Toby to accidentally leave it open.

He was about to sit up to double check when something moved, momentarily blocking the light as it squeezed inside.

Wirt was too terrified to breathe. He knew it couldn’t be the Beast; if nothing else, it was far too small to be the Beast if it could fit through the window so easily. It could have torn through the screen, but he hadn’t heard breaking glass. It must be dexterous enough to have pried the window open.

It was too dark to make out details when the thing moved so fast. It was small. Dark and muddied in the dim light—green, maybe, or blue or brown or even grey—but either with distinct markings or wearing something a little bit lighter, too. Whatever it was, it scampered across the wall on all fours, not seeming to see him. At least, if it did, and if it noticed he was awake, it didn’t do anything. It just dropped something on Toby’s bed, on the pillow he hadn’t drooled all over, and then let out something that was either an honest-to-goodness laugh or a freaky, growling call. It dropped the floor between their beds but was gone when Wirt blinked again, before he ever got a better look at it.

The light was blocked off again.

He heard a snap.

Then a creak.

Then the light was back, illuminating what might be…paper? A note? If it hadn’t still been on Toby’s pillow, Wirt would have thought it was a dream.

That morning, Wirt pretended not to see Toby scoop up the crumpled note without a word. Toby didn’t read it, didn’t even acknowledge its existence, and Wirt wondered if this had happened before. If he’d just never noticed until now.

If this wasn’t the first time, what else had he never noticed before?

When Toby headed off to class, Wirt stayed behind. He was supposed to be in English right now, but he couldn’t….

That wasn’t important right now.

One missed class wouldn’t ruin his grade.

Whatever this was, on the other hand….

The screen on the window hadn’t been torn; the frame was a little bent, but it was hardly noticeable. There were no telltale gouges or anything of the sort. The window, as per usual, didn’t quite close, but honestly, Wirt couldn’t remember if it ever had. Now, he was left wondering if this was why.

Wirt pulled down one of the notebooks from the shelf mounted above his desk, pulled out the loose-leaf sheets he’d stuffed inside, took a closer look at the notes on exorcisms he hadn’t thrown out like he should have.

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Dont Forget About Me PART 2

Hey guysss!!! I kept my promise and gave you a part two of Don't Forget About Me. Buckle up and sit back because there's a lot in this one.

Y/l/n -> your last name

Danny x reader

Warnings? Nah

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FLASHBACK TO 2015

Y/n’s POV

After I graduated, I ended up moving to California to pursue my voice acting career. But as it turns out, it's much harder than it seems. Not a lot of opportunities pops up right away for an inexperienced voice actress. So I ended up working in a rocker clothing store down the street from my apartment. It actually pays really well and my coworkers are nice as well as my boss.

Today is one of those rare days where it's really fucking slow. There has been no more than five customers all day. That is until four new customers walked in. Three boys and one girl, (looking really no older than me) all laughing and making jokes while walking around, checking out the items. I didn't mind them being kind of loud, it was a nice refresher from the constant heavy metal they play on the radio here. I love rock and roll as much as a coke head loves drugs, but when you listen to the music constantly every day it's nice to take a break.

The female, somewhat shorter than all the boys with long dark purple hair and having a rocking attitude, came up to me. “I love your style! Do you get a discount on all the dope stuff here?” Her voice was a little rough, like she just got over a cold, but still sounded like silk when she spoke. “Dude, rad hair! Is blue your favorite color too?” The tallest boy with long dreadlocks and somewhat smudged eyeliner, wearing a lot of spikes and leather all around his body. He commented on my dark blue hair I just dyed a few days ago. It was nice refresher from my usual h/c.

All four of them looked at my style in awe with wide eyes. “We’re in a band, how would you like to come see how we sound? I'm Tyler, I play the drums.” Tyler points to the tall boy with dreads. “That's Jason. He's lead guitar.” Dreads, who I now know as Jason, walks up to me and shakes my hand. “And then this is Maxwell, the bass guitarist. But we all like to call him Blade.” My curiosity peeked up. “Why do you guys call him Blade?” Blade comes up to me and shows me his switchblade, perfectly sharpened and shiny. It looks like you could cut yourself just by looking at it for too long. “I carry this with me at all times. Never know what kind of crazy people are doing now-a-days.” He explains to me. Finally, the girl speaks up to me. “I'm Claudia. I'm the girl who does all the screamo in the band because I can't sing for shit.” She says with a cute smile on her face. None of them look any older than me, but I guess no one can really be sure.

“I'd love to check you guys out. What's the name of your band?” Tyler perks up, “It's called Toxic Nightmare! We made it when we were all in high school. We've been struggling to really get our music out there, and we have a pretty decent big fan-base, but we always wanna do better. So it would mean a lot to us if you gave us your opinion?” I nodded with a smile. “I'm down! My shift ends in about 20 minutes, would you guys be willing to wait until then and I can tell you guys then?” They all nodded in agreement. Little did I know, that would be the day when my life got way better.

BACK TO PRESENT 2018

That same day, we all went to their rehearsal area so I could hear them play. Although I did like the way Claudia sounded since she put so much passion and emotions into her screaming, I thought it could use some actual singing. Sadly none of them knew anyone who knew how to sing, so Claudia had the idea to have me try and sing. Turns out, my singing voice with her screaming sounds really awesome. Next thing I knew, I was officially part of Toxic Nightmare as the new lead singer. All of us have grown insanely close. I really consider Tyler, Jason, Blade, and Claudia as my family.

Since i've joined TN, we've really blown up in terms of getting our music out there in the world. It feels like so long since I've met them, as if I've been with them my entire life. My mom and step dad enjoy my music, which is insane considering they're devoted Christians. Jacob, now that he's older says him and his friends listen to our music as well.

I hear my phone ringing, my mother's specific ringtone I put for her a year ago. Her favorite song she dedicated to me when I was 7.

"Helloooo?" I hear movement, and then my mother's voice through the microphone. "Y/n!! How are you, my daughter? What time is your flight?" I smile to myself, thinking how I can't wait to spend the holidays with my family. Well, the ones that care about me anyway. My biological fathers side of the family disowned me after they found out what I do for a living now. And most of my mom's side of the family doesn't really talk to me as much anymore. "I'll be there by tomorrow at 8:00 in the morning." I fill her in on all that's happened this week. We have a new tour coming up in 2019, all around America. We also made sure that our last stop in the tour is in New Jersey, so my brother can come to our concert since itd be close to his birthday. "Oh! Y/n, Debra and Avi are going to spend the holidays with us! Daniel is coming here as well. Have you talked to him at all?"

I shake my head, somewhat forgetting she can't see me. "In all honesty, mom, no. I've tried to contact him a lot, but his number changed and I really don't want to go asking Avi and Debbie his number. I feel like that's kinda creepy." She takes a bite out of her food before answering. "Well at least you'll see him soon, you can catch up with him then," I hear yelling and movement in the background. "Okay hun, your brother and his girlfriend is here, I'll talk to you soon! Much love to the others."

She hangs up the phone and I sit there for a few more minutes. Dan's gonna be there. I'll get to see him after all these years. The last time I saw him was so long ago, I think about three years on the fourth of July. We talked for a bit, his girlfriend at the time took a dislike to me the minute she saw me, so I didn't have much time to talk to him. I know he's finally living the dream he's always had, and I'm more than proud of what he's doing. I listen to music during the times when I have a breather, which is pretty rare since I'm part of TN. Now that I think really hard about Dan, I remember how much I liked him when I was younger. All those years ago having this huge crush on his lanky, dorky self. Before my mind can go any farther, I force myself to go finish packing everything I need to go for the next two weeks. I hope and pray everything goes well, Im excited to see Avi and Debbie, and Dana, and Dan.. focus, y/n. You'll have time to daydream on the plane.

DAN

"I appreciate you picking my up from the airport, Mrs y/l/n. I thought it'd be a nice surprise to my parents for the holidays." She shakes her hand at me with a smile on her face. "I don't mind, son. You know I consider you part of the family. I have to pick up y/n at the airport tomorrow morning too." My head shoots up at the mention of her name. "Y/n's coming?" She raises an eyebrow and gives a small smirk. "Well yes. She took some time off to come here. Her last time off before her big tour coming up. She's been working so hard, I'm glad she's taking a break. Especially with us." I nod my head, slowly zoning out and daydreaming about seeing her again.

Before I know it, we're home. I thank Mrs y l n once again and give her hug before making my way back to my house, which is still across the street.

TOMORROW MORNING

I wake up at 7, which is insanely early for me. Mrs y l n should be leaving to pick y n up soon. I can't stress how proud I am of her. Toxic Nightmare is one of my favorite bands. I even showed Arin and Brian some of there songs. Y n's voice is like heaven, and her band mates are all super talented. Everytime I have a chance I listen to their songs, watch their music videos, I've even seen some interviews they've done. (Only real true fans know that her and I were really close back in the day.) She's grown into a beautiful woman, amazing voice, beautiful body, a hard-working mindset. In all honesty I've grown to be a fanboy for her. She's funny, too. She's been featured in several YouTubers videos and she's made me laugh each time. Arin likes to tease me about my little crush on her. But trust me, I can't be blamed. She's practically my dream woman.

I've zoned out so much, I didn't realize Mrs y l n getting in her car and driving away. She's told me she sees me and y n getting together. I mean, I wouldn't mind that. These two weeks are gonna be a hell of a ride...

TO BE CONTINUED ONCE AGAIN

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LVDR Chapter 1: Break out

The flames from the prison riot rose high into the dark night sky. The guards who tried to fight were shot down, those who ran didn’t fare any better. Three individuals lead the army of prisoners as they escaped the compound that was meant to hold them.

Blaze was covered in blood, having been the one to slaughter the fleeing guards to satisfy his bloodlust that had been impaired while locked in his cell. He caught up to one of the running guards, and impaled him with his blade. His bright orange eyes stared wildly towards the city through the thick brush of the forest. The prison was on the outskirts of Vale, placed far away so any escapees needed to trek miles before reaching the city.

”August, how long has it been?” Blaze turned towards a blue eyed boy with short, black hair.

”Approximately six months since our reincarceration,” August answered, stoically.

”Felt a lot longer…too much longer,” Blaze spoke calmly, contrasting with his erratic twitching.

”That’s because you’re too impatient,” a white haired girl joined their conversation.

”I just want to see dear Lily,” Blaze spoke softly. “Oh, how I missed her smooth skin.”

”We’ll get to her,” August pushed past Blaze, “but not together.”

”Huh?” Blaze came back to his senses. “What do you mean?”

”We don’t want to deal with you, anymore,” Zoe answered, bluntly.

”You’ve been a use getting us out, but that use is up.” August placed his hands behind his back, locking them together. “We don’t want anything to do with you now.”

Blaze looked at his old teammates, then let out a blistering laugh. “You think I care?! You two sticks in the mud have your fun, me and my army will have Lily to ourselves!”

”My army and I.” Zoe facepalmed in annoyance.

”Also,” August began, “we will be taking a few of the prisoners for our own purposes.”

”What?” Blaze’s face contorted in fury. “No! They’re mine!”

“You don’t own them,” Zoe argued.

”Yes, I do!” Blaze barked.

”Just ignore him,” August looked past Blaze to the prisoners behind him, “any who wish to join us, come forward!”

As a group of prisoners made their way towards August and Zoe, Blaze suddenly grabbed the first one in spitting distance of him, and snapped his neck. The prisoners behind the unfortunate soul all backed away from Blaze in fright.

”That’s right!” Blaze swung his sword in their direction, causing the prisoners to back up even more. “Back up! You all belong to me, so you don’t leave until I say so! Got it?!”

”Blaze, you complete-“ Zoe’s insult was cut off by Blaze suddenly spinning and pointing his sword at her, cutting the air millimeters away from her nose.

”You were saying?” Blaze tilted his head at her.

”It’s okay, Zoe.” August got between the two, and lowered Blaze’s blade. “We can find more followers.”

”Yeah, you do that.” Blaze looked up when he heard the blaring of sirens, and saw the lights of helicopters and police cruisers coming down the only road towards the prison.

”Guess we better take our leave,” Zoe said to August, backing away into the dark forest the prison resided in.

”Let’s.” August gave Blaze a scornful glare before following Zoe into the brush.

Blaze let out a scoff before turning towards his army. “Alright, everyone stay together!” He reached down and picked up a pistol of the dead guard at his feet. “You lag behind? I kill you! Got it?”

The prisoners nodded to their new employer, fear evident on all of their faces.

A wicked smirk grew on Blaze’s face. “Great.”

Lila felt the warm rays of the sun hit her closed eye. Gently, the purple orb opened to see the mane of her fellow teammate, Danielle. Soon enough, the lion faunus rose from her bed and let out a bellowing yawn.

”Good morning, Danielle.” Rosa rubbed her tired eyes as she sat up in her bed, having been woken up by Danielle’s yawn.

”Morning, Rosa!” Danielle gave Rosa a tired smile. She then gleefully hopped out of bed, and tip-toed over to Verde’s lying form. “Hey, Verde.”

”Danny, if you wish to stay among the living this morning, you will not do it,” Verde warned, deadpan.

”Good morning!” Danielle ignored Verde’s threat, and jumped on top of them.

”Ugh.” Verde sighed out in annoyance. “It’s too early for this…it’s always too early for this!”

”Come on, V!” Danielle laughed, holding Verde’s head to her chest. “Don’t be so glum, chum!”

”Get me out of this marshmallow hell, first.” Verde snarked from between Danielle’s bosom.

”Oops! Sorry!” Danielle chucked awkwardly, gently pushing Verde away from her.

”Thanks, let’s go get some coffee, food, and fresh air before asking me not to be so glum, chum,” Verde ending the sentence with a mocking tone.

”Good morning, team.” Lila had enough of watching her friends, and finally decided to make her consciousness known.

”Morning!” Danielle and Rosa greeted their leader, happily.

”Ugh,” Verde groaned as they slipped on a pair of pants.

”No worries, V,” Lila chuckled. “We’ll get you coffee. Just let us get dressed, first!”

”Uuuuuuugh!” Verde groaned as their way of telling the others to hurry.

As team LVDR entered the mess-hall, Verde immediately made a mad dash towards the coffee machine as the girls just looked on.

”Okay, you guys get some breakfast, I’ll find us a table,” Lila said.

”You want us to get you anything?” Danielle asked.

”Just the usual breakfast,” Lila answered.

”Got ya!” Danielle nodded, taking Rosa’s hand and leading towards the lunch line. She was so focused on getting to the line, she completely missed Rosa’s face light up red.

Lila could only chuckle at the sight. She had tried to get Rosa to admit her feelings for Danielle, but she refused, so Lila just sat back and watched the girl torture herself in situations like this.

She’ll admit her feelings soon enough. Lila began searching for empty tables. When she came across one, she sat at it and began to look around as Beacon students began pouring in. That’s when the familiar voice of Lisa Lavender caught her attention, behind her. Lila turned to see a student watching Vale’s local news station on her phone.

Looking around to see if anyone was making their way towards her, Lila sat up and walked over to the girl. Looking over her shoulder, she listened to the urgent message the famous reporter was sending.

”A prison riot left fifty guards dead, and seventy escaped cons roaming the streets of Vale. The riot was believed to have been orchestrated by Blaze Caustos, Zoe Blanc, and August Octa. Vale law enforcement and the Atlas military urge citizens to call the police if any of the know criminals are spotted. For the time being, Ozpin and Ironwood have issued a curfew, and no one will be allowed out after dark without being in a group of, at least, four or more people…”

Lila backed away from the girl when she heard the names of her old teammates. Her vision began to blur as she began to hyperventilate.

”Lila! Lila!”

Lila heard Rosa screaming her name as she fell back, Rosa barely catching her before she hit the ground. Danielle was behind her, having dropped the tray carrying their food when she saw Lila panicking.

”Lila, are you okay?!” Rosa asked, fear and panic in her voice. “What happened?!”

”B-Blaze,” Lila stuttered out. “They…they broke out of prison!”

Rosa looked to the girl with her scroll, who had taken out her earbuds when Lila had her panic attack. Rosa saw the faces of the escaped convicts on the news, her heart sank when she saw Blaze, August, and Zoe’s faces on the screen.

”Rosa, Danielle, what happened?” Verde ran up to their team, fresh cup of coffee still in their hand.

Rosa motioned for Verde and Danielle to come closer. When the two were in whispering distance, she spoke.

”B_AZ has broken out, again.”

((Hey! MK here! this was written by @thexvelveteenxrabbit.))

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