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Blood is Thicker than Ooze | Chapter Twelve

Word Count: 5111 Warnings: Bad Parent Draxum, Hurt Donatello, Unreliable narrator, Psychological abuse, Separated Donnie AU, child abuse, murder Description: Purple is the son of Draxum, a great warrior alchemist. With his help, Draxum will eradicate the prophesied human threat, and restore yōkai to the surface. Purple doesn’t understand why these three turtles are trying to stop them.

NOTES: sorry for not updating the fic on tumblr in a bit. ill be working on doing that :)

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Finding mystic metal wasn’t an entirely burdensome task. Soon enough, the Dark Armour had its chausses completed. The Foot Clan had been making considerable headway in the collection of the armor pieces.

Purple was doing his best to help, but he wasn’t the army the Foot Clan was. It was just him, Shelldon, and the drone that scoured the city, scanning each block and building for any hint of mystic metals.

Walking through the streets of New York once again, Purple had music playing through the headphone function of his goggles. Shelldon respected his need to listen to music and didn’t try and prod him for conversation.

When he was near, Father would sometimes pull his headphones off to talk to him, even when Purple was unable to speak. It always felt invasive when he did this, and even now it filled him with dread and anxiety. He knew how rude it was to use them in public or around others, but his headphones made him more comfortable and safe. He was a little glad Shelldon didn’t act like his father in regards to the headphones or require him to speak.

He hated those moments when speaking felt like an arduous task he couldn’t complete, no matter how hard he tried. Now wasn’t one of those times, but he still found it more comfortable to keep silent and listen to the music that flooded his ears. It was loud- probably too loud for most. But he liked to be surrounded by the sound. His head would ache later, but he didn’t care. That was a situation future Purple would have to deal with.

He walked in step with the song's beat, weaving through the crowds effortlessly. He liked to run and dance and sometimes found himself running around in the lab as he listened to his ‘jammy-jams.’ It was something that, while wearing him out, provided him with joy and a much-needed outlet for the sudden bursts of energy he experienced frequently.

Shelldon alerted him, which came across as a small beep in his headphones. He begrudgingly paused his song and turned his attention to his robot companion. It wasn’t that he didn’t like talking to him or didn’t want to listen to him- it’s just that… he’d been in the middle of the song. And it made him uneasy and upset to leave it unfinished.

“One of the purses in that store has the piece embedded in it,” Shelldon said, using a rotor to gesture to a store filled with purses and women’s jewelry.

Purple had upgraded his robot from a dull, gray rhombus to something that resembled a sea turtle with rotors where fins would be. He was a dark purple, the same color as his shell and mask. He was proud of the upgrade and quite liked how more expressive his friend could be now.

“Thanks,” he murmured, slipping into the store.

As he passed through, trying to look like a regular customer and not someone who was planning to steal from them, he found himself getting odd stares from both the few patrons in the store as well as the workers.

He didn’t understand why they were all looking at him. They tried to hide their gazes, but he could tell that they were giving him looks.

Is it because of Shelldon? He wondered, looking at his robot friend. “Maybe you should stay outside,” he whispered.

“They’re looking at you, not me,” Shelldon quietly pointed out. “Purses are associated with women, not men.”

“Well, that’s stupid,” Purple huffed, continuing to browse. He was trying to think of a way to snatch the purse and run without being stopped by any of the people in the store. He stood there, deep in thought, before being pulled out of it by a light tap on his shoulder.

“Excuse me, miss?” The store clerk said kindly. “Are you looking for anything specific? I’m not sure I’ve seen you here before.”

Purple was confused by the gendered word. Wasn’t he clearly a boy? But he didn’t correct her, not wanting to drag out the conversation. “Oh, no,” he shook his head. “Just looking around… I don’t know if I can afford anything here, anyway.”

“That’s alright!” The woman said her smile wide. “If you need anything, just call! I’m also… y’know,” She showed her palm, then flicked her wrist down and winked, but Purple didn’t understand what she was trying to convey with the weird hand gesture.

“Thank you,” He nodded, recreating her smile before remembering he had a mask on.

The woman walked away and glared fiercely at the patrons, who continued to give Purple odd looks. They instantly stopped, and Purple felt more at ease in his own skin without all those eyes on him.

“She seemed nice,” Shelldon said. “She’s getting the other humans in here off your back.”

“I have no idea why she called me a girl, though,” Purple murmured, still replaying the interaction in his mind. Maybe it was his long, braided hair? He shrugged it off.

Purple made his way toward the purse with the mystic metal embedded within it. It looks like regular metal trimming on the side. The bag was one of the cheaper ones despite its hidden and immense value to the Foot Clan and his father.

He held it, his fingers tracing the metal piece. He glanced toward the door, trying to find an escape route.

“That’s a good choice,” the woman from before said, startling him. “I can help you check out if you’re ready!”

“Um,” Purple hesitated. “I don’t… I don’t have the money for this,” he murmured, shoving the purse back on the shelf with embarrassment.

“What’s their budget?” A woman from behind the counter asked. “We could give them the membership discount.”

The use of the pronoun ‘they’ was foreign, but it felt oddly correct in application to Purple. The turtle thought about it for a moment before deciding that it was an exploration for future Purple.

“A hundred dollars,” Purple said quietly. The purse cost 250$.

“Don’t worry about the price,” the first woman said, leading him toward the counter. He shuffled through his pockets and spilled the collective hundred dollars on the counter before being rung up. The price was discounted by 25%, leading to a 187$ price tag. But he was rung up and allowed to take the purse. Did they pay for the 87$ I didn’t have?

Purple slung the purse over his shoulder. “Thank you,” he murmured, embarrassed by the purchase. He was just going to steal it, but this worked out better.

“Of course, sweetie,” the counter woman said. “Us trans folk gotta stick together.”

Purple nodded and gave a small thumbs-up before shuffling out of the store as quickly as possible.

“Shelldon, what does ‘trans’ mean?”

“I see you got your little friend there a new body,” Repo said as he tossed a tire into a pile of others like it. “Whatcha want, kid?”

“I am not little,” Shelldon protested, but the softshell ignored him. He was little.

“I need you to look out for some mystic metals for me,” Purple explained, pulling out the mystic armor piece he’d torn from the purse he’d purchased. “They look like this.”

Repo leaned in close and used the back of his mantis leg-arm to scratch his chin, humming as he observed it with squinted eyes. “What’s it worth?”

“Nothing,” Purple lied, putting it back into his shell. It’s worth more than both of our lives. “I’ll do more repo work for you if you can get me some. I know you talk to a lot of mutants around here. Just keep an eye out, yeah?”

“Sure thing, kid,” Repo said, patting him on the head. Purple shied away from the touch, finding it odd and invasive. Repo pulled away from him, looking apologetic. “So… you gettin’ these for your dad or somethin’?”

“Yeah,” Purple answered curtly. “And I’ve gotta get that other piece back to him soon.”

“What’ll happen if you don’t?” The mantis mutant asked.

“Uh, nothing bad,” Purple shrugged. He might yell or something, but he’s not gonna hit me. “He’ll just be upset.”

Shelldon gave him a dubious look but remained silent. The mantis mutant must have seen the robot because he continued to press whatever issue he had.

“Does your dad do anythin’... bad when he’s upset?” Repo question, his eyes narrowed as if trying to pull some sort of answer from him without the turtle responding verbally.

“No?” Purple tilted his head curiously. “Why are you so concerned about my dad?”

“Whoever gave you those scars,” Mantis said bluntly, gesturing toward his face and arms. “Ain’t someone you should be hangin’ around. Those ain’t normal. If your dad’s hurtin’ ya, he’s gonna have to deal with an angry fuckin’ Marine showin’ up to kick his ass.”

“My dad is great!” Purple snapped, folding his arms across his chest. Shelldon pulled back from the mutants as if afraid they might start a fight. “He would never. I’m doing this for him because I love him.”

Mantis took a step back, using his hands to motion for the turtle to calm down. “Sorry. I just…” The mantis sighed. “My pops… he wasn’t the best at controllin’ his temper ‘round us as kids. I’d hate to see you go through somethin’ similar. You got guts, kid. I like that. You remind me of myself.”

Purple was taken aback by that. “You were… your dad hurt you?”

“Yeah,” Repo nodded, his eyes clouding over with grief. “We didn’t know what our parents did wasn’t normal until we were older… And even when we told people, no one believed us. Sometimes, I didn’t believe it myself.”

The softshell nodded. He didn’t understand how a parent could abuse their child. He could never see Father hurting him. At least, not when he didn’t deserve it. And even then, Father still loved him. He still showed him kindness and affection- the kind only a real father could.

“Father isn’t like that,” Purple insisted. “He loves me. He would tear the Earth apart for me. And I’d do the same.”

Repo nodded but still looked unconvinced. Regardless, the mantis mutant folded his arms across his chest. “I’ll look out for that metal, kid. You get home to your dad.”

“Thank you,” Purple smiled before heading back toward the Foot Shack to give the newest piece to his father.

“The mantis has a point,” Shelldon said, flying by his side. “About your dad.”

“Don’t you dare,” Purple warned harshly. “I would know if I was being hurt like Repo was. I’m not some dumb kid.”

“Abuse victims often don’t realize they’re being abused,” Shelldon pointed out, swerving in front of him to confront the turtle head-on. “Sometimes they outright deny it.”

Purple rolled his eyes. “I’m not stupid. I can recognize abuse when I see it. And Father isn’t abusing me. He genuinely loves me. He saved me.” The softshell pushed past his robot friend and kept walking.

He would know if he was being hurt. Because that’s obvious! He knows parents shouldn’t hurt their kids. He knows parents should love their kids unconditionally. Draxum was a good father- Purple was sure of it!

He would know.

Across the city, the walk home for a separate group of turtle mutants had turned long and heavy. Rain had begun to pour down on them halfway there, leaving them soaked.

When they entered the lair, they were greeted by Splinter, who sat on the couch in the atrium with his arms folded and his gaze narrowed.

“Where have you been?” Splinter demanded, switching on the lamp and throwing his arms up in exasperation as light flooded the room. “I was worried! Didn’t I ground you?!”

Leo, who’d landed face-first onto the floor when entering the lair, gave his father a high-five as he picked himself up. “Yeah, and you took away our weapons,” Leo reminded him.

Raph released Mikey from his hold, who’d fled into his arms after being spooked by the rat mutant’s sudden appearance. “We’re really sorry….” The giant turtle said. “B-But… But we learned a really big secret today, all right? And we gotta-”

“Me first,” Splinter interrupted before sighing as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Being a single parent is… hard. And I know I have not always been the best to you three. And I… I did not mean to lose my temper earlier. I shouldn’t have grounded you… I should have listened. And I am sorry.”

“Aw, Dad…” Mikey smiled, always the most forgiving of them. “Thank you.”

“You are welcome, my son, my son,” Splinter said, still frowning. “I am… disappointed in myself. I am truly, deeply sorry.”

“Okokokok,” Leo interjected, waving the two of them off. “We love you and everything. Whole nine yards. BUT more importantly: LOU JITSU IS OUR DAD!”

“Wha- Who told you?!” Splinter leaned forward in his chair, his claws digging into the armrests. “I mean- how did you-”

“You knew?” Raph asked, stepping forward. Leo saw that his eyes held a sense of bitter betrayal. “You knew, and you didn’t tell us?”

Leo stepped away from them, swallowing back words he didn’t want to say. Was this all a lie? He wondered silently as Raph towered over their father. Did you rescue us? Or did you kidnap us?

“Who told you?” Splinter asked again, his voice filled with a desperation Leo had never heard from him before.

Raph must’ve sensed this, too, because he relaxed a bit. “Our creator, Baron Draxum.”

Splinter didn’t react immediately. He instead froze as if stricken by fear or shock.

Leo could’ve sworn he saw tears in his father’s eyes. But that didn’t make sense. Dad didn’t cry. Not even during the thirty-third Jupiter Jim movie, where Red Fox almost died, which got Leo every time.

But his dad was crying. That was undeniable as those tears rolled down his cheeks.

“I… I will tell you everything,” Splinter promised, his voice shaky. Mikey came forward and held their father’s hand, trying to comfort the rat mutant.

“It’s okay, Dad,” Mikey insisted. “Take your time.”

“I have kept my past from you long enough,” Splinter shook his head. “It is time I told you the truth that you each have the right to…” The rat paused, looking conflicted, before sighing in resignation. “I am Hamato Yoshi.”

They all gasped simultaneously before Leo broke the silence that followed. “Who?” Leo asked, confused as to why that name was important.

“I came to America when I was in college. I wanted to become an actor. But, because of some… racism in the industry, I had to adopt the name Lou Jitsu and speak with a,” Splinter cleared his voice, “American accent.”

The change in Splinter’s voice to Lou Jitsu’s shocked Leo and his brothers. They stood there in silent shock and confusion. “You’re Lou Jitsu?”

“Yes,” Splinter nodded. “But, as you boys know….”

“Lou Jitsu disappeared in his late 30s,” Raph interjected, his eyes widening in realization, before narrowing them in concentration. The large turtle began to think really hard, which made Leo wince in sympathy.

Leo did the math in his head. Splinter was in his early 60s. He raised them for thirteen years. If he disappeared at 38… “There’s a ten-year gap between when you disappeared and you started raising us,” Leo realized aloud. “What happened?”

“I fell in love with a woman,” Splinter explained, sighing in fondness at some distant memory. Leo gagged. “But she turned out to be a yōkai- and a powerful one at that. She was in charge of a place called the Battle Nexus.”

“I’m sorry, hold up,” Leo gawked, still trying to wrap his head around all of this newfound information. “You dated Big Mama?”

“You know Big Mama?” Splinter asked, his eyes wide with concern and surprise. “How did you know about Big Mama?”

“She kinda used us to trap Baron Draxum’s oozesquitos,” Mikey explained. “And then she tried to turn us into the arena clowns.”

“Which is offensive,” Raph protested with a huff. “We are perfectly capable warriors for her illegal fighting ring!”

“I am glad that you three are okay. The Battle Nexus is a horrible, horrible place,” Splinter said, worry clear on his face. “On the night I proposed to her, she revealed that she was actually a giant spider lady. She captured me and made me fight in the Battle Nexus as her champion. I was there for ten years.”

The three turtles fell silent at the confession. Leo had known his dad most definitely had some sort of painful past, but he hadn’t expected this. Not at all.

“How did you escape?” Leo asked, his voice softer.

“I didn’t,” Splinter hung his head. “I gave up fighting. Baron Draxum’s little flying pets brought me to him. I didn’t know what he was doing… he just wanted my DNA. So I gave it to him. But when he told me you three would be used as warriors….” The rat shivered. “I fought again. I saved you three and freed the rest of that terrible man’s experiments.”

“All but one,” Mikey murmured sadly.

“What?” Splinter asked, confusion reclaiming his tone. “I don’t understand.”

“We have a brother,” Raph said hesitantly, twiddling with his thumbs as he spoke. “He’s a turtle, like us. And he has your DNA. His name is Purple.”

Splinter stared at Raph was shock and guilt, slumping in his chair as he covered his face with his hands. The sobs that wracked through the short rat made Leo’s heart quiver with empathy. He and his brothers had the same idea as they went to hug their dad.

“I… is he okay?” Splinter asked through his tears. “What life did I subject him to?”

He didn’t know, Leo realized in horror. The resentment that he didn’t know he had been holding toward his father vanished and instead was replaced with pity. None of us knew.

“He had scars,” Mikey said softly, rubbing a thumb over the back of their dad’s hand. “They covered half his face, and… they were on his arms, too.”

Splinter’s face contorted into something ugly and horrible as another sob escaped him. “What have I done?”

“You didn’t know,” Raph was quick to say. Leo wondered if the oldest of the brothers shared the same guilt that Splinter had. “It’s not your fault.”

“Isn’t it?” Splinter asked, shaking his head. His yellow eyes shone only with remorse and pain. “I should’ve known- I… He could’ve died… there was a fire….”

“You made a mistake,” Leo said. “That’s okay… He’s okay.”

“Is he?” Mikey asked, dubious. “I mean, with having a supervillain for a dad and all….”

“All in favor of kidnapping him?” Raph proposed, looking at his brothers with serious determination.

Before Leo could announce his agreement, Splinter sat up in his chair and gripped the arms of the chair. “You can not go against Baron Draxum anymore. I forbid it!”

“What?” Leo exclaimed. “Why not?! We’ve beaten his butt two times now!”

“Two?!” Splinter shouted in shock and concern. “Boys!! That is a dangerous man!! How many criminals have you run into?!”

“Dad, we can’t just let him get away with his plan,” Mikey interjected, ignoring their father’s comment about the criminals. “He’s been mutating humans so he can create an army to wipe out everyone on the surface.”

Splinter stared at Mikey with widened eyes. “I thought… I thought the mutagen was destroyed in the fire… Maybe he was able to remake it. Was Purple helping him?”

“Yeah,” Raph confirmed. “He even fought us. He uses some kinda stick to fight.”

Splinter nodded, his face dropping. “It may be too late for him… Draxum may have shaped his mind to sympathize with his cause.”

“He’s a kid,” Raph argued, his fists clenching as he spoke. “Draxum’s probably hurting him!”

“Do you have any evidence of this?” Splinter asked, his eyes narrowed. “The Hidden City has its own form of Child Protective Services. If he was really being abused, why would he not call them?”

“Maybe he can’t,” Mikey suggested weakly. Leo could tell his youngest brother was scrambling for a reasonable answer.

“He’s had free reign on the surface at least once,” Leo pointed out. “The world's big. If he really wanted to or needed to, he could’ve run away.”

“He did say he wasn’t there against his will….” Raph murmured thoughtfully, his frown deepening. “Maybe we jumped the gun on this… Maybe Draxum isn’t abusive like we thought.”

“He’s still our brother!” Mikey cried, looking desperate. “We can’t leave Purple with him!”

“Orange,” Splinter sighed, petting his son’s head fondly with saddened eyes. “I do not think it is wise to go after him. He has been groomed to mirror his father’s mind. You cannot risk your safety for the life of a turtle who was cursed by the flames of Draxum’s hatred.”

The three fell silent, taken aback by their father’s words. Leo knew he was right. He had known since the beginning that Purple wasn’t their brother. Even if he was biologically related to them, he knew that blood didn’t mean much when it came to family. April was their sister, and she always would be. Purple wasn’t their brother. And now, based on what they’d seen… he couldn’t be sure he ever could be.

Mikey’s face screwed up into an expression of anger, his eyes lit with a fiery betrayal. “If you hadn’t left him behind, none of this would have happened!”

Splinter looked shocked by the youngest turtle’s sudden outburst. Mikey was usually the peaceful one- the brother who resolved fights and got upset when Raph or Leo yelled.

But here he was, staring at Splinter with his lip upturned into a snarl. “You killed our brother.”

The silence that followed Mikey’s remark could’ve suffocated Leo. Splinter’s eyes welled up with tears once more, and Raph looked stunned. Leo, himself, was paralyzed by the declaration from the orange-masked turtle.

“Mikey, Dad didn’t kill our brother,” Leo said, pulling his brother away from their father. He tried to get Mikey to look at him, but the younger turtle refused. “Draxum did. Draxum killed him. Not Splinter.”

Mikey turned back to their dad with resentment painting his eyes. “You condemned him to the life he leads now.”

“Micheal, stop it,” Raph demanded, stepping in front of their dad. “Dad’s been through enough. What Purple has become- that’s not his fault. He saved us, didn’t he? If he had known Purple was there, he would’ve done everything he could’ve to get him back, I’m sure of it.”

“Then why isn’t he doing that now?” Mikey asked, venom dripping from his tone. “If he cares so much, why the hell is he sitting on the couch telling us to abandon him?!”

“Michaelangelo,” Splinter raised his voice and immediately looked sorry for doing so. But he continued on. “He has already tried to fight you once, yes? He is dangerous. Please… I can’t afford to lose you.”

“But you’re okay with losing him,” Mikey grumbled.

“I am not,” Splinter shook his head sincerely. “But his life is not worth more than yours. Do not do this to me. I have lost so much already.”

Mikey didn’t respond, but Leo could read his younger brother reasonably well. Mikey knew Dad was right, but Leo knew that the orange-masked turtle wouldn’t give up on Purple so easily.

“Anyone up for pizza?” Leo asked, trying to break the tension. This is usually Mikey’s job… “I can take a quick portal over to Hueso’s.”

“I think that’s a good idea,” Raph agreed. “Why don’t you take Mikey? You know how much he and Hueso love to talk about cooking.”

Mikey glared at his brothers, a knowing glint in his eyes. But instead of protesting, he just sighed and nodded.

Splinter kicked their weapons out from beneath the couch, letting Raph grab his tonfas, Mikey grab his kusari-fundo, and Leo grab his ōdachi.

Leo swiped at the air, thinking about Run of the Mill. They’d found the pizza place a few weeks ago by accident, with Leo tripping on a roof's ledge and flying toward the brick wall of the next building over. But instead of crashing into the bricks, a portal opened and spat him out into a secret, mystic pizzeria run by a yōkai named Señor Hueso.

The portal swooshed into existence, and Leo pushed Mikey into the portal. He turned to the rest of his family and gave a small salute. “I’ll get the usual,” he reported before diving into the portal himself.

On the other side of the portal, in the restaurant he loved, Hueso was already waiting for him, standing beside Mikey with a desperate look on the skeleton’s face.

“Pepino,” Hueso said, his voice filled with worry. “I need your help.”

Purple returned to the Foot Shack with the armor piece, pride swelling in his chest at getting it so easily and without trouble. He strode up to his father, holding the piece up high for the world (or just the cave, really) to see.

“Where have you been?” Father growled, causing Purple to recoil in surprise at his father’s venomous tone. “I was worried.”

“I was- I was getting the armor piece,” Purple shrunk back as he spoke. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“It took you an entire day just to find one piece?!” Father thundered, somehow becoming bigger in Purple’s eyes. “This mediocre Foot Clan recruit has found two!” He gestured toward a teenager, maybe a year or two older than him, with a shaved head and black eyeliner. She had a crimson mask on, sort of like his.

“Father, I am doing my best,” Purple insisted, still holding the piece with shaking hands. “I’ll do better tomorrow.”

“Yes, you will,” Father agreed before pulling the Foot recruit toward him. “You two will be working together tomorrow, since I clearly can’t trust you alone.”

“What?!” Purple exclaimed, to which the girl’s eyes widened in mirrored surprise. “I don’t need her! I can do this on my own.”

“It doesn’t seem like you can,” Father growled. “She is disciplined, eager, and focused. Everything you lack. Perhaps working with her will teach you the skills you so desperately lack.”

“Sir,” the Foot recruit said, her back straightening and her arms going to her side. “Permission to speak, sir!”

“See? Respectful, too,” Father noted with a smile. “Permission granted.”

“I can do this on my own, sir!” The Foot recruit shouted. In fact, everything she said was shouted, as if she didn’t know how to adjust her volume.

“I know that,” Father insisted, patting her on the head. He only does that with me… “But my son needs a push in the right direction. I trust you will be able to do that?”

“Of course, sir!” The Foot recruit agreed. “Thank you for your trust, sir!”

“I don’t need her!” Purple shouted at his father, surprising even himself with his powerful voice. But he continued. “I can do this on my own! I can find three armor pieces tomorrow and on my own!”

“Purple!” Father roared, anger evident in his thunderous voice. He stalked forward toward the young turtle, who staggered backward in fear. “You disrespectful, arrogant little fiend. Do you not know when to shut your mouth?”

“I-” Purple began but was cut off.

“QUIET,” Father demanded, raising a claw in the air to make his point. When Purple remained silent, his father relaxed before turning to the gargoyles that sat perched on his shoulders. “Huginn, Muninn, retrieve the new mask I got for my dear son.”

“Oh,” Huginn said, hopping off his shoulder. “Really?”

“Yes, really!” Father snarled, flicking Huginn back a bit. “Why the hell would I state for you to do so if I wasn’t serious?!”

“Well, we thought it was, like, a gag gift?” Muninn admitted with a shrug and worried glance toward Purple.

“Yeah,” Huginn nodded in agreement. “Like how I got Muninn toilet paper with his face on it last year!”

Muninn laughed at the memory. “That was hilarious! I loved that.”

“Silence!” Father ordered. “Get the muzzle!”

As Huginn and Muninn hurried off, Purple could only feel fear clench his heart. Muzzle? He thought, closing his eyes tightly. Memories he’d buried as a child dared to resurface, but he pushed them away. You’re overreacting. You deserve this. You talked back, remember?

“I’m sorry….” Purple murmured, shuffling his feet in embarrassment and shame. “I’m sorry, Father.”

“It’s too late for your insolent apologies,” Father said, his gaze dark.

Purple wanted to shrink away from the world, crawl into his shell, and never come back out. But he knew that was a coward’s way of thinking. He wasn’t a coward. He couldn’t be a coward.

So when the gargoyles returned with his gift, he accepted it graciously. He let his father tighten it around his head. The mask pulled around the top and bottom of his muzzle, with a small opening for his mouth and nose to peek out from- a place to breathe. But if he tried to open his jaws, the mask restricted it.

“Don’t try to take it off,” Father commanded as he backed away. “Only I can open it. When you learn to behave yourself, then you’ll get your speaking privileges back.”

Purple tried to open his mouth to speak, but he couldn’t. His jaw burned from the attempt, and he shut it immediately to stop the pain. He nodded, hoping his father couldn’t see the tears pricking his eyes.

I wanna go home, he thought. But he couldn’t voice his desire- he wouldn’t even if his jaw wasn’t bound. He handed the piece to Father, who swiped it from him. Purple watched as his father connected it to the rest of the armor.

He looked to the Foot recruit, who looked stunned and concerned. She closed her open jaw when she noticed Purple was staring at her. She narrowed her eyes again, trying to look like she didn’t care.

“My name’s Cassandra,” she reported. “We will work on finding a new piece first thing in the morning. I will meet you here at 6:00. Do not be late.”

Purple nodded before watching her dip away into the shadows. He didn’t want tomorrow to come. He didn’t want his breathing to be restricted. But he knew he had to for his father.

He would do anything for his father.

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will you ever love me~ vegaspete

Part 1

Pete's pov

I was standing in front of minor family's mansion regreting my decision to agree with khun korn, to accompany khun vegas as his personal guard " why did I even agree to this " i let out a sigh. A little angry with my ownself, thinking how khun korn just threw me in this hell hole. I was lost in my thoughts when suddenly someone touched my shoulder making me jump a little. I looked over my shoulder to see it was no other than khun vegas, looking at me with a confused face. Seeing him this close to my face was a blessing and a punishment at the same time as he was handsome but no less than devil himself i was lost in my thoughts once again when out of nowhere he spoke " what is main family's most trusted dog doing here" he said it with so much hate and disgust that it broke my heart i nervously replied " i- im here on khun korn's orders khun vegas he send me here as your personal guard sir and your father already agreed to it " he looked so angry after hearing it that i wanted to run away and hide somewhere but what can a poor guard like me do yet still before I could even do anything vegas storm off inside the mansion. I entered the mansion right after him, looking around nervously when some guard came up to me and showed me my room as everyone was already informed of my arrival other than khun vegas

Vegas's pov

I just came home when i saw main family's most trusted dog standing outside our mansion i was really confused to see him here with his luggages as i walk up to him he was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even noticed my presence so to get his attention i touched his shoulder which made him jump a little he turned around and started staring at me it was clear his mind was somewhere else. i questioned him about his arrival which made him really nervous. I looked at him angrily as he was not answering me after collecting his thoughts he finally spoke up and told me about the reason for his arrival and father's agreement on the situation which made me really angry i run to father's study to talk about this matter leaving the stupid guard behind. In a matter of seconds i was in front of father's study. I knocked once to which he responded with a "come in" i entered the office and he was on his usual spot ,on his chair i didn't beat around the bush and directly asked him " father why did you agreed to make that stupid smiley my personal guard without even asking me what if he steal information from us" it came out more harshly then i intended it to be and before i could even realising it father immediately stood up from his seat and the next thing i know is, im on the floor getting yelled " YOU DARE QUESTION MY DECISION ,LISTEN CAREFULLY BOY YOU DO AS I SAY NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND SO WATCH THAT TONGUE" my cheek was hurting really bad still i just bear it. I stood up again "im sorry dad" i bitterly said looking down at the floor, my fist clenching "as you should be now listen to me,i agreed to have him here so you can get him on our side he's one of the most important guards who know all of main family's inner information, you better befriend him so it's easier for us to attack main family he know all the secret passages to enter the mansion and he's a good fighter so you must not fail me in this, stupid faggot" father said in a really pissed tone "i get it father i won't disappointed you" i said in a cold robotic voice, my head still hanging low " you better not, now get out" father roared

Author's pov

Vegas walked out of his father's study " i should find that lowly guard now" vegas said annoyed with the situation. he walked toward the servants quarters and asked a guard about pete's whereabout, the voices in his head was getting louder " why don't you kill yourself it's pathetic anyway getting beaten up like a dog everyday you don't deserve to live anyways, you're a burden on everyone, everyone wants you dead no one loves you " the voices never stopped after finding pete's room vegas stopped and took a deep breath then knocked on the door without waiting for an answer vages entered pete's room. Pete gave vegas a questioning look before bowing " khun vegas if you needed something you should have called me" pete said respectfully. Making vegas become more annoyed " stop acting like main family's guards actually respect us, anyways you are not staying here, as my personal guard you'll be staying with me 24/7 so pack up your stuff you'll stay in my room " pete turned pale hearing these words " khun vegas how can i stay in your room im just a mere guard" pete said. Vegas looked at pete annoyed and said" stop asking questions and pack your stuff " he sat down on a chair then started again " as my guard you should learn to not talk back to me fast it will be better for you" pete only nodded and started packing his stuff. As Pete didn't get the chance to unpack so it was easy for him to collect all his belongings and in a few seconds pete was out of his room following vegas like a lost puppy. Pete was not paying attention when vegas stopped in front of his room. The lack of attention caused pete to bump in vegas " Are you blind? Or is this another way to show disrespect toward me by not paying attention? " vegas said turning around with anger evident on his face. pete didn't knew what to say " i- im sorry khun vegas i- i- i never meant to disrespect you please forgive me I'll be more careful from now on" pete was bowing non-stop asking for forgiveness but vegas didn't replied he just truned around and opened the door. entering the room with pete following him inside " you'll stay here with me in my room incase i need you and no need to be so scared we can be friends in the time we'll spend together" vegas said forcing a smile on his faces remembering what his father said about getting information from pete.

" you can make yourself comfortable here I'll be back soon " vegas was about to leave after this but pete stopped him " k-khun vegas your cheek is bruised. Do you want me to put some medicines on it " pete didn't realise that without even noticing he triggered vegas in a matter of seconds vegas's hand was around pete's neck squeezing it really hard " k-khun pl-please let me go" pete cried vegas let go of pete's neck and slap him hard across the face making pete fall on the other side of the room" DO NOT AND I REPEAT DO NOT EVER ASK ME ABOUT THINGS THAT DO NOT CONCERNS YOU , YOU SHOULD KNOW YOUR PLACE " leaving pete on the floor with a bruised face

It's my first time writing a story hope you all enjoy it and english is not my first language so please bear with me

Love u all❤️❤️❤️

#biblebuild #vegaspete #kinnporche the series #gay #thai bl #bl drama

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sansxfuckyou · 2 years

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Just a Bronze blood

Summary: You have a flush crush on him, he doesn't know and to make matters worse, according to tradition, he's inadequate for you.

Warnings: Broken horns, Eridans a people pleaser who can't, check tags for further warnings.

Authors Note: @gillbuoy gave me the idea for the pairing for fic number eleven folks, only, fifty five more to go, also in the merfolk AU I discussed with gill, not taking place after the gamtav I wrote previously though, once again, I take reblogs as a form of currency over likes.

Lying.

That's what you've been doing to yourself for the past sweeps.

I mean, how pathetic are you, having a flush crush on someone like him?

A lowly Bronze blood?

Every time you wake up you remind yourself it's not real, you tell yourself having a flush crush on him is stupid. But every time you're bored you can't help but think of him and his stupid smile and oversized horns. The shine of his now semi-robotic tail, the adorable stutter in his meek voice, ha, he's perfect.

No!

Bad thoughts!

He isn't perfect, he isn't adorable, he isn't cute, he is visiting!

Oh yeah, he's visiting.

And you're sitting here, telling yourself about how unreal your flush crush on him is.

You are very, very counterproductive and making life hard for yourself.

You take a few deep breathes, gills fluttering as you did so until you were calmed down again. The blush on your face dying down, and your tail, purple scales of many shades with scars from shit falling on it, lying limp. You're calmed down again, ridges on your back laying flat against skin and auricle fins no longer twitching.

Then you hear a knock on the door.

Your pusher starts pushing real fast as you swim over, propelling yourself off the couch with your webbed fingers. At the door you knew Tavros is gonna be waiting for you on the other side of the coral and rock door. You slowly nudge it open and you find Tavros smile gently, he rushes into you, catching you in a hug, you slowly hug back.

Oh fuck you're having a panic.

You take deep breathes as the warmth Tavros always carries transfers over to you, so, so comforting. He isn't wearing a top, no Trolls do unless they didn't fully develop, your clawed fingers dig into his back a bit. But you release him from the hug and invite him into your hive, it's at the bottom of the tunnel, only Feferi lives deeper down than you.

He seems enthralled at the size of your home, larger than the size he shares with the mutant blood. He's swimming laps around it in no time, his fins are frilled and they wave about without abandon as he does so. Eventually he settles on hanging from the obscenely larger chandelier you have hanging from the roof, it has shells as part of the design, a motif going on. He looks down at you grinning that perfect grin as he wags his tail, the robotic tip of it at least, its prehensile like the rest and painted an orange color.

Your face heats up a bit as he does until you yourself head on up to tell him to come down, but before you can speak he's already dragged you onto the chandelier. His arms are wrapped around your torso and his tail entwined with your own and you are burning the fuck up, either he's innocent or he knows exactly what he's doing to you.

"Let go of me," you growl out, he only clinks his horns to yours, you freeze up and your gills start to open and close erratically as you try to breath, "please." Your tone is begging and you hope he takes note, you can't handle this much at once.

"O-Oh, sorry, sorry, was that to much?" Tavros asks as he releases you, he wraps himself around the base of the chandelier instead like some land snake, his face is speckled in Bronze as he says that.

"Kind of, but in a good way! I mean, you can do it again, just ask, please," you say, overexplaining and underexplaining all at once, it's crazy how you can do both at the same time, his expression is confused.

"Really?" He asks, uncoiling himself from the chandelier, he still grips it with one webbed hand, the other lying limp.

"Yeah, obviously, so long as you don't make it a flushed thing," you say, rolling your eyes a bit, you notice his expression drops a little bit, and you panic, "unless you really want it to be a flushed thing, then that would be totally chill."

"N-No, you're right, a bit stupid for either of us to even think of being in a Quadrant, way to much H-Hemospectrum separation," Tavros says, he glances to the door before going to swim away, "sorry if I wasted your time."

"Wait! Please, don't go," you practically beg as you block his exit, he's confused, he tilts his head to the side to make a point of the fact, you take a deep shaky breath, "Tav, I've kind of been harboring flushed feelings for you, and like, if it weren't for those stupid fucking rules, I would already be in every Quadrant with someone."

"Ha, same, probably," Tavros said, he sounds a bit nervous, unsure of what to do next until you gently clink your horns together, his face heats up, so does yours.

"Tavros, would you be my Matesprit?" You asked, this is gonna fail so hard, but he starts to smile, starts to grin that perfect grin before tackling you, and you both fall to the ground.

"Absolutely! One hundred percent! Eridan, you could've asked sweeps ago and I would've said yes back then either," Tavros says, Bronze tinted tears of joy start to diffuse into the water, so do Violet ones, and then he kisses you.

Ha, you didn't think this would happen.

It's short and chaste, but it's perfect.

You want to be able to have it forever.

And you are sure you'll be able to.

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wpdariacutnes · 1 year

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devil: *you form a dog like a shtenak* Jesus and again you have to go to look for some food robots just like dogo gave his work *poke face* ploble that these armors are mega annoying in some way

Coffy: *das look dys poor baby dog* are you lost

Devil: *das look hem* . . ?

Coffy: * herb it on rence* i'll just bring you some of my favorite mescs what i spend my time

Devil: *das a dog do das nofing*

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Rex: * looks at megaman a up next to this must that they are repairing just pastel looking I want to chew a bag of cement not yet mixed on my head* look it will be funny *speaks in a whisper*

Pastel: o green you...*you so stupid a dys*

Megaman: * more a Rex looking a das See a only toking a very robot a do*

Bill: XD * he whispers something to Rex, which is just noise*

Rex: *he threw a bag of unmixed cement on megaman's head there was a beautiful bang and white dust went* pfffff im king im kill woman

*Rex and bill start lafing but dys joke*

Pastel: *not introsting dys only wona finish*

Duo: what going On *cofuze a Rex and bill lafing sowing look down*

Pastel: nofing das only lafing a joke make das full done *sigh*

Duo: *takes Rex and Bill by the neck* so you chewed it for the girl's head some bag of dust

Bill: * chraing spik sowing * rex did a push dys a me das lafing because good one

Rex: fuck dude das chill is sili joke das little joke

Duo: * bill released but spider is not happy that he is making fun of stupid things and Rex is still holding his neck*

Rex: ?

Duo: *looks at megaman, you can see he's crying for a reason*

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Star: * das singing *:::

Weksy: * nice bits of the forest, you can see that they spend their time well today other mescu than at the must what are the renovations*

Coffy: like dys one is so fredly plase a can be *toking a devil a be dog but more sleeping be*

*canda Wall grils like weksy a doing a make muzic dys plase someone say a enifing be better a enifing dys now doing*

Coffy: dys true can be better like dys now a years how knows make hem star queen a mean king

Zero: plobelm hem das be woder katsune

Weksy: dude im knows a canda be not dys a wona but wery like you be here * gave renke consent because he doesn't want to fight because he didn't do anything to him * consent?

Zero: *looks at coffy with barked eyes and weksy ignore this consent he only took coffy for the renke that he dropped the dog in his hand*

Coffy: Zero what going On what woring see gosht or sowing? *cofuze act Zero like dys*

Zero: gosht I didn't see anything, it just pisses me off that you don't see the problem

Coffy: what ploblem enifing iris be dead or enifing code megaman wona toking dyfrent grils after not be here and do because I understand, it's okay, it's sad but I'm reminding you that you're talking about this girl without 9 years old, it's okay, you'll pass a similar one

then how old are you, village, canda get realityship a degi how are you?

Zero: degi fin eyes, I'm the same as iris, but it doesn't mean that it's just better with him, dzenki, that you ask and that's it

Coffy: and the question is does X have a girlfriend because only this whole alia likes pink hair the same as And so on, does he ever take it seriously?

Zero: and im cant expleing ask X

Coffy: damit and agine be enifing run a dys selly ask a dys one topic aaaa * little angry but dys*

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Offical epic note: 20.02.2023.r

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#vivi megaman ver #megamancomunity #mereal #wpexpleing #parents take rule #art 2023 #SoundCloud

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mywitnessbringsmeintoexistence · 3 months

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hey guys

pinpost time

what's up guys this is fin short for finlay (he/him) and today we're making a pinned post, be sure to SMASH that like button and hit subscribe for more awesome content

Uhh Basic Stuff 💫

this is my dumb stupid dumb blog where i primarily reblog bullshit and sometimes yap about some fictional guy and sometimes draw a stupid guy. so look forward to that

i AM a massive selfshipper, usual pro/comship dni i hope you get run over, and i have tags for each of ny selfships to filter out if you don't want that. those are lower down tho

i'm gonna be real i don't care if you have the same f/o's as me just like. don't go on about them in front of me. like i'll just not look as long as you don't force me to it's chill

i'm also like extremely. socially nervous online so i prefer ask me about DMs in comments or sumn and once i know to expect that i do DMs yeah

Fandoms 💫

I've been around through the years here are fandoms i'm currently in in no particular (rainbow) order (i say in but im mostly a lurker)

i usually shift from one to another as a main fandom like every 2 months or something

❤️ Undertale/Deltarune

🐙 Splatoon (brush and splat charger main if you care)

🪐 Event[0]

🐈 Stray

✨ Sky: COTL

🍳 GASA4

🌕 Backfirewall_

🌊 Our Life BA/NF

🔵🟠 Portal

🌌 Genshin (unfortunately)

I'll put up a banner of my current fixation somewhere around here

i also have a massive interest in astronomy and space and plan to study it so please feel free to mention that to me

Selfship 💫

I have like 3 f/os and they are all on that list for big comfort reasons. i switch between them as main depending on what i need to cope with lmao

some of my older posts might not be tagged and sometimes i forget what the emoji combo is but remind me if i incorrectly tag something its fine

🌊💫 Cove Holden (OLBA) [Current]

💌🪄 Lyney (Genshin)

🦴💙 Sans Undertale

Links 💫

this is the only social i'm publically active on besides like pinterest so if you want to ask something ask it here

So Cool 💫

also i really like robots and AI (sci-fi AI not the art stealing bullshit we have rn) it's kind of a comfort to me ok thanks bye

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ravenstarkcr · 9 months

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I'm starting not to believe in friendship when it comes to humans. Because of the fact that I can't trust a single human. It breaks my heart but I don't give a s*** anymore. I don't believe in human friendships. Because the humans have taught me that friendship means backstabbing buffoon and being the one to try to convert those into the faith you don't want. And haven't been the only pagan that I know of and being the only pagan that I know and I reach for help but nobody seems to help me I don't want a friend a human. I'm sick and tired of human relationships. I'm only going to trust four legged winged feathered and finned friends. As for humans that walk on two legs and have no powers I will never want another one of those types of friends ever again they have proven to me that humans are assholes they can never be trusted with anything it's best that I don't have muggle friends. I can't trust anyone not even the people I used to talk to. And I don't want muggle friends and I don't want 3D muggle friends anyway. Besides who needs them when they become your so-called friend who needs enemies. I try so hard to look for my soul tribe in this state of Pennsylvania and there is no one. I'm alone in this state can't find any one of my kind that is devoutly pagan and is against Christianity. So that being said I decide to not have any 3D muggle friends. That's a lesson that I learned in life. You can't trust a muggle not even the ones you used to talk to. That's why I also blocked Monica from my Facebook because I'm sick and tired of having to deal with her being a leech and not giving anything in return so f*** Monica. Who needs human friends anyway I'm the only pagan mega hybrid of Pennsylvania that I have Faye blood and yet I end up being the only one of that type so f*** the human race. Their favorite game is to kick the alien and I'm not the alien they want to kick anymore. I'm about certain to this close to moving out of the United States and move to Singapore because of the f****** president because of f****** humans I'm done with certain "friends" but they misinterpret it to me either Superman or somebody that could treat like a f****** stupid little b**** I'm not that stupid n**** anymore that s*** is dead. I just hate the fact that all my life was labeled as an alien or labeled as a half extra terrestrial hybrid even though I'm aware that I am half African and half European and yet they still think I'm alien hybrid with human inside of my DNA. What's wrong with these f****** two leggeds. Their favorite game in Pennsylvania is kick the alien and I'm done being there f****** kickball I bet if I left the United States you guys will start killing each other but at least I don't give a s*** anymore I just want to f****** hide and not talk to any human again f*** Pennsylvania I just want to move to North Carolina just to get away from everything and everyone because I can't trust a single human not even the ones that I'm supposed to trust. I don't take humans words with to heart anymore. Because it take humans words to heart is to basically say that it's okay for them to backstabbing and not prove their end of the bargain. Next time I want a friend I'll just get a robot or some s*** maybe a pet I got a lot of stuff animals that are my friends I don't need humans. I just can't take the s*** human say with heart or word of mouth anymore they're going to have to prove it to me that they're my friend they're going to have to prove it to me that what they say about me is true otherwise I don't believe and I don't care

#pain and suffering #the trouble with friends

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yonblu · 5 years

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thinkin about how yondu had his ‘organic’ fin cut off by the kree to subdue his natural psionic powers / psychic connection with his homeworld in order to better control him ... thinkin about how even though that connection will never be as strong as it could have been, working with stakar nd the other og team to craft a new, artificial fin has given yondu the connection to his homeworld that he never had before nd he’s incredibly grateful for that

#616 yondu was kicked off centauri and had his fin removed BY the centaurians #so im allowed to hc that the kree did it to mcu yondu #specifically to better control him bc #they made him dependant on them #and if he had such a strong connection to his homeworld then like.#i imagine they thought he would be a lot harder to keep under control #if he knew there was somewhere else out there better for him #but like without his fin #he grew up just thinking this was all there was for him - this is all he was made for #until stakar came along and showed him that #he can be whatever he wants to be #and do whatever he wants to do #and he can be FREE #and he deserves to be treated better #AND LIKE #he mourns the loss of his culture - he mourns the fact that he was never able to feel that Connection(tm)#and never experience life on centauri #but this stupid. robotic fin #is what taps into the powers that were already there #its WHY he can control his fin #i wrote a post abt his fin before actually hang on #➴ OOC » number one yondu stan ❞

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smells-like-mettaton · 2 years

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For the prompt game 96 or 89 with sans and undyne as a dynamic?

also i didn't know you had an ao3!! will be following 😌👉👉

It has been 5ever but here we go! Apologies if you are no longer into undertale lol. Also this is inspired by @carlyraejepsans 's rhythm gamer sans posts/headcanons!

Pro Gamer Move

Rating: G Word Count: 1154 Prompt: Sans & Undyne, another person touching your skin with cold hands Read on AO3: here

XXX

“C-c’mon, Undyne, you’ve got this!” Alphys encouraged.

Undyne barely heard her girlfriend over the blaring notes of Iron Maiden’s Run to the Hills. She grit her teeth, claws flying over the buttons of the plastic guitar. The video game was way easier than playing piano. It was practically kids’ stuff!

“Hey, keep your sweat to yourself, Undies,” Sans said from his spot on the couch behind her. She could hear the grin in his voice, though she couldn’t risk looking away from the TV screen. “Not all of us are fins of salt water.”

Somehow, even though no one was on drums, she heard a ba-dum-tiss.

“SANS!” Papyrus groaned. “Shouldn’t you be focusing on your score instead of your insufferable puns??”

“Nah, I could do this with my eyes closed.” Sans gave an audible wink. “Don’t sweat it.”

“Shut up,” she hissed through her teeth. She could’ve pointed out that he was dripping sweat on her too, but didn’t have any time to spare on more insults.

She did need to focus. Sans’s flawless guitar-playing was quickly tugging the high score away from her. Alphys and Papyrus had warned her that he was a dedicated rhythm gamer, but that should be nothing compared to Undyne’s professional music talent! She’d been trained by Asgore himself!

This wasn’t the first time she’d played Wii Rock Band, either—though before now she’d only played with Papyrus, Frisk, and on occasion, Mettaton. Papyrus loved banging it out on the drums, and naturally his robot boyfriend had to hog the mic. Frisk was content to play whatever instrument wasn’t being claimed—usually the bass.

But Sans played guitar. Her Rock Band instrument. And he had the guts to challenge her to Tug-of-War mode over it.

Guts. Ha. She would’ve made a jab at him about that, but she was in the middle of shredding through a solo. If she could just nail this, then—

Something cold touched the back of her neck.

She didn’t scream. She was just—shouting along with the music, that was all. It kept her pumped!

Not pumped enough to avoid missing a whole flurry of notes, though.

“What the hell!” She whirled on Sans, who had his legs kicked up on the coffee table. Despite his relaxed posture, his bony fingers flew across the keys with precision.

She was sure those fingers had just been on the back of her neck.

“Blocking the screen now? Man, I thought you played fairer than that.” Sans grinned.

When she looked over her shoulder, his score hadn’t wavered. Did he have the note patterns memorized? How many times had he played this song??

That was probably it. He just had nothing better to do than play stupid games all day. Besides, he wouldn’t have gotten the best of her if he hadn’t played dirty.

“Sans, that wasn’t sportsmanlike at all,” Papyrus said, his voice laced with disappointment.

“Good thing Rock Band’s not a sport, huh?”

Undyne sighed through her teeth, but turned back to the screen.

“Forget it, Papyrus. He just knows I’d kick his bony butt into next week if he didn’t take a cheap shot.”

“Cheap shots are the best kind. No point buying ‘em if they aren’t on sale,” Sans replied. He didn’t even have the decency to sound ashamed.

Ugh. She’d rather be playing Rock Band with Mettaton’s grating vibrato than this. Still, she locked her attention back on the game and strummed for all she was worth.

She might not be able to pull ahead now, but like hell was she going to give up.

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“Why did you do that?” Papyrus asked Sans once Undyne and Alphys were out of earshot, grabbing snacks from Papyrus’s kitchen before the next round of games or movies.

Papyrus hoped it was movies, and not more Rock Band. Undyne was always in a sour mood after losing. Not that Papyrus had seen her lose often.

“Do what?” Sans fiddled with the plastic guitar in his lap.

The song list on the screen flashed up and down as he flicked the strum bar. The speakers blasted the first few notes of each song he hovered over, creating the world’s most unholy mashup—which was probably Sans’s intention. Papyrus wouldn’t let his brother’s antics distract him.

“You know what!” Papyrus flopped over the back of the couch. “You put your cold hand on her neck!”

“Oh. That.” He shrugged. “She was already givin’ me the cold shoulder. Just thought I’d help the rest of her along.”

Papyrus’s eyesockets narrowed. Papyrus had seen Sans play Run to the Hills plenty of times before. Undyne was fantastic at Rock Band too, but Sans still hadn’t needed to cheat to beat her.

“What?” Sans had the nerve to ask. “Don’t believe your perfectly honest and upright bro?”

“...Would you really like me to answer that?”

Sans laughed.

“I dunno. It could be funny.”

“Well, in that case, I do not believe you’ve ever been ‘upright’ in your life. Metaphorically or otherwise.”

Sans was currently slumped so far down in the couch, he was practically sinking between the cushions. It wouldn’t have been the first time. Once Papyrus had found Sans napping down there while he had been trying to vacuum.

“Heh. You’ve got me.” Sans winked. “So you probably wouldn’t believe me if I told ya I thought the bone-cold trick might cheer her up.”

Papyrus’s browbones furrowed.

“Cheer her…? I do not think you know Undyne very well at all.”

“Maybe not.” Sans shrugged, but then Papyrus’s thoughts finally caught up.

Undyne hated losing. Sans hated going easy on Rock Band. In fact, it might have been more difficult for Sans to miss notes on purpose than to sabotage Undyne’s score.

But as long as Undyne could blame it on sabotage, she wouldn’t feel like she’d really lost.

“...Oh,” Papyrus said. “Well! While still underhanded, that was… sweet? Of you to do??”

“Hey, don’t go spreadin’ slander like that. I just don’t wanna deal with an endless slew of rematches for her to reclaim her honor, or anything.” Then he muttered, “I probably woulda dusted myself if put in that much effort again…”

“What are you punks talking about?” Undyne re-entered the living room with a large bowl of charred popcorn.

She seemed to be in a better mood now. Papyrus figured the bright blush on Alphys’s cheeks might’ve had something to do with it.

“Nothing.” Sans slapped a grin back on his face. “Just asking Papyrus if you’re any better at Smash Bros.”

Undyne practically dove over the couch to snag a Wii remote, leaving Papyrus to catch the flying bowl of popcorn. (Which he did without dropping a kernel. A far more useful skill than any video game achievement, thank you.)

“Why don’t you watch me crush you and find out?” Undyne grinned.

“H-here we go again…” Alphys sighed.

Papyrus groaned. So much for watching a movie.

#fic tag #tali writes #prompt requests #undyne #sans #papyrus #sans & undyne #skelebros #only 1 more prompt request left in my inbox :D #this one was so fun im glad i finally got to do it #i had an idea for this prompt ages ago but then i forgot it. but this one was probably better anyway

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megatron-fucks · 2 years

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so i was gonna do a thing in Lesser Evil where, after Megatron sabotaged Peaceful Cooperation Attempt #1, they tried again. Then I didn't do that.

But while I was planning that, I got really attached to the two human characters who appear in a single scene of Lesser Evil: Colonel Elliot and the foreman Ms. Bryant. Two tiny things I wrote for them for Peaceful Cooperation Attempt #2

(also Elliot and Bryant are lesbians. which was not something i ever intended to include in LE, but it's true in my heart.)

Set some time after Megatron kisses Optimus at the mine.

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Optimus: You don't have any concerns about working with Megatron after, ah, what happened last time?

Elliot: If I weren't willing to work with men like him, I'd be out of a job. Frankly, I'm only surprised that he's stupid enough to do in public what most men of power learn to do in private.

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Megatron was standing alone with the foreman, watching the work in the mine below, when she suddenly said, "So... do you fuck?"

Megatron hadn't heard the word used as a verb before. "What?"

"I had fifty bucks on you don't, on account of the whole robot thing," she said, including a broad gesture to his general frame as if that explained anything, "but apparently you kiss." Oh, that did rather clarify things. "So, do you fuck?"

He sighed. "Are you asking about Cybertronians in general, or me and Prime in particular?"

She turned suddenly, alarmingly red. "Oh my god no, sorry, shit. I didn't mean it like that! Fuck. I'm such a bad diplomat."

"You are," he agreed. He kept watching as the fins sticking out from under her hat turned bright red to match her face. Megatron associated that kind of rapid colour change with the freshly dead, but it didn't seem to be a medical emergency here.

#deleted scenes #lesser evil #i just realised I never posted this #which explains why i couldn't find it on my blog #the lesbians thing started bc i was like #'why would the same foreman be at this new mine?'#and the answer obviously is that she and the colonel are secretly seeing each other #and so the colonel requested her presence #ALSO - this will probably go on AO3 at some point #but i think it'll be after i publish Peace Is A Dead Rat

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septnautical · 3 years

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High pitched laughter echoed down the hall and was accompanied by the loud clang of running feet on the steel tiles.

“Hurry Skye! Before they see!” A mischievous voice whispered in restrained glee. Another giggle followed as two small bodies rounded the corner then hid behind the coffee machine in the lounge area. The first voice shushed the other figure who stifled laughter and hid against their shoulder. Once it was quiet there was a beat of silence before another presence rushed in, gasping for breath. “K-Kids! C’mon this isn’t funny!” An older male with ebony hair that fell over his eye exclaimed anxiously, “Your mom doesn’t want you over here!” The hidden figures didn’t dare move or make a sound. The older boy sighed and pushed his hair out of his face, before fidgeting with his arm that seemed to glint in the light. “God, Stacy is gonna kill me…” He then hurries down the rest of the hall- trying to see if he can still catch sight of them. Once the coast is clear, two small heads pop out of their hiding space. The older one, a boy with brunette hair, grins from ear to ear then whoops victoriously.. “Yes! See I told you we could lose him!” He giggled as he pulled his little sister out of their hiding spot. She pushed her bright blonde hair out of her eyes then smiled excitedly at her brother. She clapped and then spun around in glee. The boy laughed then looked around the lounge with curiosity. “I dunno why mom and Sharper were so worried about us being over here! It looks the same as the other side… same boring lounges and machines-” Then, he pauses as another sound echoes down the hall in front of them. He cocks his head then turns to his sister. “Do you hear that?” She repeats his gesture and listens, then nods enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling. The boy grins then grabs her hand and leads her down the hall, “Let’s go see what it is! It sounds like singing!” They sneak down the hall carefully- trying not to give themselves away to their purser. But, to them it felt like an epic spy mission, and they loved every second of it. As they neared the mysterious sound, they realized they had ventured towards another large clearing- a hallway made completely out of glass so they could see the ocean outside. They marveled at the sight of the ocean going out as far as the eye could see. The creatures swimming in the distance and the plant life swaying in the currents. But, what truly caught their eye was the source of the sound. A man with a long blue tail speckled with bright blue spots was circling the open ocean by the base, his long wing like fins trailing behind him gracefully. He was twirling and singing- his voice mesmerizing and melodic. And, singing alongside him were two rabbit rays, seemingly dancing around him. The kids come to the glass to watch, entranced by the performance. They had only seen the hybrids once- and they seemed so scary! But this one… he’s just singing and swimming. He looks like he could even be nice! After a while, the merman seems to sense something and turns around only to meet the eyes of the two curious little humans. His face flushes, embarrassed now that he knows he was being watched. The rabbit rays stop their dance and bump into the mer’s side, as if trying to get him to start up again. He shushes them and pets their heads before swimming up to the glass.

He smiles awkwardly and tries to wave, “Uh- Hi there! I… didn’t know I had an audience…” “You sing really pretty!” The boy pipes up and the merman laughs, messing with his hair. “Oh! Thank you! I guess it’s… in my dna you know? These guys are the natural singers-” He pets the rabbit rays again who have come up to his side to observe the children as well. “Oh cool! I didn’t know rabbit rays could sing!” The boy exclaims, excitedly, “Or that you could pet them! Are they nice? What’s their names? And your name!” The rabbit ray mer blinks at the rapid fire questions then laughs, “Well- their cries sound kinda like singing so i just try to sing along! Rabbit rays tend to keep to themselves… but they’re very gentle. Other fish don’t bother them because their skin is poisonous-” He then blinks again and chuckles to himself.

“Oh and- I’m Chase!” He then points to the rabbit ray on his side, who seems to favor one side as it swims, one of its fins seeming smaller. “And this is Bunny- and this is Grayson,” He points to the other rabbit ray who spins then lets out a cry like a sung greeting. Bunny seems to shy her way behind Chase’s back but peeks back out to look at the kids.

The girl laughs and jumps up at the rabbit rays, her eyes sparkling in amazement. The boy presses more up against the glass and then exclaims, “No way! My middle name is Grayson!” Chase cocks his head in confusion, “Middle… Name? Why do you have more than one name?” The boy makes a face as he thinks of this, “.... i don’t know why- but that’s what my mom calls me! Conner Grayson Brody- that’s me!” He then puts a hand on his sister’s head and messes with her hair. “And this is my little sister, Skye London Brody!” The girl grins through her messed up bangs and waves at Chase. Chase waves back and smiles, “Well then- Nice to meet you Conner Grayson Brody and Skye London Br-” “You don’t have to say our whole names!” Conner laughs, “Just Conner and Skye is good!” “Oh- okay! Nice to meet you- Conner and Skye.” The merman smiles then swims down to be more at their level, looking at them curiously. “...you two are quite small for whitesuits… are you still growing?” The two look at each other then giggle, “I guess so!” Conner replies, “We’re just kids- so it’s gonna be a while until we’re as big as the adults!” “I see…” Chase comments and then smiles at them fondly, “...You two remind me of my brothers when they were very small… when I first met them they were all so tiny… I was always the biggest- now they’re all as big as me!” He laughs, “Maybe one day you two will be big like us too!” Conner’s eyes grow big as he gasps and presses up against the glass, “Could we get cool tails like you too??” Chase balks at this then thinks, “I dunno- Maybe! I dunno if humans can grow tails like us… seems like it could be possible though!” The kids gasp and dance at this, excited. “We never get to swim! I wanna swim all day long and see all of the ocean!” Conner exclaims, zipping around the room with his arms outstretched. Skye jumps up and claps. Then, a female robotic sounding voice pipes up from where she is saying, “Me too! Me too!” Chase chuckles as he watches them, “Why can’t you go swimming now? Isn’t that what white suits are born to do?” The two kids stop and then look at each other. Conner messes with his suit under a big poofy sweater and looks down. “Mom says we can’t stay in the water long if we ever have to go- she says it's too dangerous. Even though- she goes out all the time…” He grumbles and kicks his foot- which seems to clang metalically against the steel tile below.

“Why does she get to and you can’t?” Chase asks. “I know it’s cuz of my stupid leg-” Conner grunts- then lifts up his suit leg a bit more so Chase can see. He didn’t know why he didn’t notice it earlier. Conner’s lower leg is all silver and made of metal. There’s a small ball joint at the end of his calf that attaches to a foot shaped metal piece. “Mom says I can’t swim well with this… and i can’t swim with only one leg either.” He sighs then points to his sister. “And Skye is too little… and Mama says her brain doesn’t work very well so that’d make it hard to swim. Or call for help if we need it- since Skye has to use her PDA.” The merman tilts his head like a confused animal, “Use her PDA? To talk?” Skye jumps up then pulls her PDA out of her jacket. She quickly pokes around on the surface then looks up at Chase with a bright smile as her PDA speaks with a robotic female voice. “Hi- I am Skye!” She giggles then types out, “I like your blue. You sing good!” Chase seems amazed and he swims to be closer to Skye, smiling from ear to ear. “T-That’s- that’s amazing! Oh Skye, you need to meet my brother Jamie! He can’t talk well either- maybe you can teach him how to do that!” The kids look at each other in wonder then back at Chase with excitement. “Really? Your brother is like my sister??” Conner breathes. “Well- he had an accident when he was little- I dunno if his… brain doesn’t work like you said- which seems weird to me! Skye seems just fine- just like my brother!” Conner scratches his head, “Mmmm mama calls it something else too- she uses lots of fancy words cuz she’s a doctor. I think… it’s called.. A...au-tis-m? But yeah Skye seems just fine to me too! She just likes things a certain way and doesn’t like loud noises and needs help to speak!” Skye nods and then spins around as if to say, ‘See I’m all good!’ Chase smiles warmly and nods along, “Yeah.. I know all my brothers need help here and there… so it doesn’t seem bad to me~.” He looks at the horizon line then back to the kids, ‘It’s still light out, if you two wanted I could take you to go see Jameson!” “Really?” Conner gasps excitedly. “Yeah! I could also teach you some cool tricks to swim better- I taught Bunny to swim even with her wing.” The rabbit ray in question seems to recognize her name and she swims in front of the kids and lifts up her damaged wing to show her swimming just fine. The kids exchange a look then grin and nod, taking off their outer clothes to get to their wet suits underneath. “Mom shouldn’t mind if we have a grown up with us who can swim!” Conner exclaims, looking super giddy. Skye straps her pda to her hip then jumps up and down. Chase giggles at their excitement then swims to where a hatch to the outside is. “Here! We can be super quick-” “HEY! STOP RIGHT THERE!” A shrill female voice suddenly rings from the hall. And before the kids can blink they’re being scooped up and/or dragged away from the door by a panting frazzled looking blonde woman. The black haired boy from earlier is hiding behind the doorway, watching with worried eyes. “W-what the hell were you two thinking?!” The lady screeches, adjusting her hold on them and looking at them sternly. “You cannot go out into the ocean alone!” “But Mama! We weren’t going alone! Mr. Chase was gonna take us!” Conner whined as he pointed outside towards the merman. The mother turned to the window and glared burning hot daggers at Chase. There’s a moment of confusion lingering in her gaze, like she might be trying to place him… like she’s seen him before. But, the anger comes back tenfold soon enough. “You-!” She spat, charging towards the window and pointing at the merman threateningly, “Just what were you trying to do?! Were you trying to drown my children?!”

“What? N-No I would never-!” Chase tried to argue. “Well then are you stupid? Are you blind?! My son has a metal leg! He can’t swim! And my daughter is only six! They were just in a ship crash!” The mother seethes, holding Skye’s head against her neck. The girl is shaking slightly and cupping her hands over her ears. “I- I…!” The rabbit ray mer tries to explain himself but the mother hears nothing of it. “You- you hybrids need to stay away from us! If i see you talking to my children again, I’ll be forced to do something drastic! Understood?” Chase backs away from the glass and shrinks in on himself. He nods timidly. The mother glares at him one last time before snorting and starting to walk away, one hand stroking and trying to comfort Skye, the other dragging a distressed Conner behind her. The boy turns to look at Chase with tearful eyes. It breaks Chase’s heart. He presses back up against the window and tries to smile at him, waving goodbye. Conner chokes on a sob but tries to smile and wave back. Skye peeks her head up and waves tiny little fingers at Chase. Then, the hall falls silent again. Chase sighs and lets himself sink into the sand below. Grayson and Bunny come up and nuzzle up against him, breathing bubbles into his hair and singing soft sad melodies. Chase looks up towards the base and tries not to cry. He has a good feeling though… those humans were nothing like the white suits he’s known before. And he has the feeling they’ll definitely meet again.

#septnautical main story #refugee arc #conner brody #skye brody #rabbit ray chase #stacy brody #huffle tales #i dunno what else to tag this as XD #but yay STORY!!!#here's to 6more months waitingg for the nextttt #hopefully not but based on patterns |D #drawing stuff helps me #write better so maybe expect more doodles in the future XD

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